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letstalkaboutshtufff · 2 months ago

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A Love that Burns

Marcus Acacius x f!reader

A/n: You don’t understand the chokehold this man has on me ughhhhh. Anyway I hope you guys enjoy, I wrote this very fast!

Pairing: Marcus Acacius x wife character (I usually do x reader but I really like the name Aurelia so I used that!)

Warnings: fluff, angst, arranged marriage, Curse words, mention of fire, minor injuries, burns. A bit of suicidal ideation. Allusion to smut hehe. 18+ to be safe please. No minors!!

Summary: General Marcus Acacius’s new bride is troublesome, he doesn’t seem to mind though. After an incident occurs she pulls away from him and he can’t figure out why.

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“He’s going to be furious…”

“Such a shame…do you think he’ll throw her out?”

“He might… we always knew she was trouble but this time she’s gone too far…”

“Poor dear, I doubt even her father will take her back…”

The roaring flames had long since died down, leaving now only crackling embers and dark clouds of smoke. How much time had passed you didn’t know. You hadn’t moved from the ground, knees planted on the hard stone, eyes glued to the scene before you.

What was once a grand structure, beautifully carved and molded for someone equally as impressive was now nothing more than a pile on the ground and it was completely your fault.

How had wanting to get a book out of your husband’s study and lighting a candle to see had gone so wrong?

You should’ve listened to your conscious, it told you that you shouldn’t go into your husbands private building but you knew he had an extensive selection and while you were newly married, barely even a few months he was your husband and you didn’t really think he would mind.

In the short time you were married the general had been accommodating and civil, more than civil actually, he had been doing his best to make you feel comfortable. That being said you did barely see him at times due to his duties and when you did it seemed all you did was cause him trouble.

Like that time you accidentally visited the animals one early morning when you were bored and didn’t shut the door behind you. Acacius had been abruptly woken up by the clucking of chickens ascending the staircase and running around the halls like it was a party. You had been redder than a pomegranate when you realized your mistake.

Or that time you lost your wedding necklace and spent hours wading in the lake where the laundry was washed thinking it fell there. You’d never forget the feeling when Acacius strode through the gates in tow with fellow commanders for a meeting but everyone froze seeing the comical sight of you, a highborn lady dress pulled up and soaking wet. That time made you want to drown yourself right then and there.

Oh and how could you forget the time you wanted to show your appreciation by baking his favorite dessert according to the maids and thought adding some cinnamon you’d bought in town was a good idea. Not even bothering to wonder why the kitchens didn’t have cinnamon in the first place… turns out the reason was a good one, the general had an allergy.

This time it was his face that was redder than yours… you didn’t face him for days after that..

There were so many moments like that but somehow each time he didn’t get angry like you expected. He didn’t yell or scold you.

When you bit your fingers nervously watching the servants try to catch the chickens he slowly walked out, surveyed the scene in what you could guess was mild disbelief and perhaps a bit of amusement, looked at you then turned back to go back to sleep.

When you were soaked in the lake he quickly regained the men’s attention, led them inside then a few minutes later reappeared with some haste. You didn’t get a chance to protest when he stepped in and pulled you out by your arm. Still he didn’t yell, he did start to scold a bit though because you were shivering, but when you suddenly yelped and squirmed reaching in your dress and pulled revealing a flopping fish with your necklace around it he lost all his words. You celebrated while he just started in disbelief.

And when you literally poisoned him you sobbed beside him as the healer frantically gave him several mixtures and an injection of some sort. You apologized over and over like a parrot. When he could finally breathe again, he closed his eyes exhausted but said, “Don’t cry, it tasted great..”

All those times he was so kind, unlike any other man you’d met before. To think you had been so afraid of the arranged marriage and now all you could think was how he deserved someone so much better.

He was older and saw you as a child you were sure of it. You wished you could act like the other wives, but you just couldn’t.

Your eyes glazed watched the flickers before you as if in a trance.

You’d burned his favorite place in the villa. A building constructed years ago that served as his study, his place of comfort, his safe space. He’d showed it to you when you first got married. You’d been amazed at how beautiful it was on the inside.

You could see on his face how this place made him relaxed compared to the rest of the villa.

And now it was gone..

The whispers of the servants were muffled around you but you caught them all the same.

You couldn’t find the strength to move, maybe you should have at least moved back, away from the falling ash and debris but you couldn’t.

You ruined everything, just like always…

There was some more muffling amongst the crackling, some sounds you didn’t register, couldn’t register… then a sharp yell. A tone you didn’t recognize.

“Why is she-!”

There was pressure on your shoulders but still you couldn’t look away.

All gone… all your fault…

You think you heard something loud but couldn’t understand it.

The pressure increased… so did the shouting but still you couldn’t look away.

It wasn’t until you saw the burnt pile get smaller that you realized you were being pulled- no carried away.

You felt so disoriented, everything in your vision jerking and you realized whoever was moving you was running.

The scene was still in view but further away, your eyes not daring to look away. You did however register that you abruptly stopped moving and were sat on something upright. The pressure returned to your head then arms then body.

Yelling, someone was yelling in your ear but it wasn’t until the pressure reached your face and you were forced to look away from the scene.

Eyes, wide and frantic, searched yours. Lips opened and shouted something you still could not understand. But the face you knew all too well. The one you wronged, the one you did a horrible misdeed to. Acacius.

You inhaled loudly, more of a gasp then coughed. Suddenly you felt everything crash into you at once, from when you were numb a moment ago now you burned in pain, lungs on fire, skin itchy and stinging, eyes feeling like the sun itself were upon them. You coughed and sputtered uncontrollably, breathing a foreign concept to you.

His strong hands at your back and arm. Almost cradling you was a strong contrast to his shouts that you could now hear louder than ever.

“Breathe, easy, easy- Dammit why did no one move her! Call the healer now!” He barked behind him.

Angry he was angry. Of course he was, even gentle and kind men like him had limits, limits that you’d crossed by battlefields.

Hot tears came, still you coughed, you wondered how long you could continue like that before losing consciousness, there were already spots in your vision. The sobbing now made it worse.

“Shh shh breathe it’s alright, just breathe for me wife, all is well, shh look I’m here, you’re safe” he pulled you into his lap holding you firmly in the hopes you’d calm down. He kept whispering to you, pleading and eventually the coughing stopped. You wondered how much more smoke it would’ve taken to kill you…

“That’s it, you’re safe, shh just breathe, I’m here” more tears emerged as you registered his words for the first time. How horrible you felt to have this angel of a man cradling you and comforting you when you just burned down his sanctuary.

It would have been easier on your heart had he yelled and thrown you aside.

“The healer is here!” Someone called out, your eyes were closed on his chest but you heard everything around you.

Swiftly you were lifted in his arms and carried to his chambers. The healer immediately got to work peeling back the fabric you only now noticed was dark as ash and singed in many places. Acacius stood behind her as close as he could without getting in her way. You watched as his eyes scanned your form, concern etched as he took in all the burns and scrapes. Your heart couldn’t handle it, he deserved a woman 100times better than you. You shut your eyes of the heartache ignoring the healer telling you to stay awake, moments later you were unconscious.

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Stinging pain roused you, you wanted to cry out because your body was screaming at you. You were alone in the room, but by the moonlight shining through and how exausted you felt you didn’t think you had been unconscious long. Fresh tears escaped and you didn’t bother to wipe them.

You sat up in raw agony realizing just how many injures you sustained. Your skin was covered in loose bandages and shiny from salve. Sitting so close at the time you didn’t feel anything but clearly you were affected.

Shouting from below had your head whipping to the window.

With great effort and pain you stood on shaky legs and approached the opening peeking your head outside, you squinted and saw figured in the yard.

You choked out a sob when you realized what was happening. Acacius was yelling… yelling at the servants and guards for not moving you. Yes they put out most of the fire but didn’t bother with you. You hardly blamed them, you were a burden, an embarrassment of a lady to the great house hold. Perhaps they wanted you to die, actually it would have been easier if you did.

You couldn’t bare to listen to it anymore, guilt eating you alive. For some reason you had to see it again. To confirm what you had done…

You ignored all the pain and like a ghost descended the staircase.

When you reached the bottom you sucked in a breathe before walking forward where the smell of smoke was still heavy and thick.

And there it was, like a brand on your heart the scene of your crime. There were no more embers, just wood and ash. You walked closer until you stepped on something.

You moved your sandal revealing a silver medal covered in soot. You remembered how proudly it hung on one of the walls. And now it was beneath rubble and dirt.

Two hands found your mouth as you let out a cry.

“Heavens What have I done?” The strangled voice sounded stranger to you.

“What have I done, what have I done” you whispered achingly.

“Aurelia!”

You choked again hearing his voice, you couldn’t bring your self to look just yet.

“Aurelia what are you doing!? Why are you up!?” He rounded you hands finding your shoulders.

Acacius waited for your answer but you had none, only fresh tears. He barely hesitated before reaching down and scooping you up.

“I can walk-“ you tried to say but it was unintelligible through your tears, you didn’t want to burden this man ever again, not for anything.

He glanced at you for a moment but continued his quick pace to the bedroom. He laid you gently on the bed, his concern growing at the endless tears.

“Are you in pain? Let me call the healer back-“ he was already halfway out again.

“No-! no I’m fine I’m fine don’t call I’m fine!” You cried out but tried to collect yourself to not worry him more. The truth is your body was on fire but you would never burden this man again.

He hesitated but listened and approached you again, “Then what is it? Are you afraid? Everything’s alright now, your safe”.

You bit your lip to keep in the cry. How could he be so kind?

“Aurelia? Tell me please, what is it?” He kneeled beside you a helpless expression on his face.

“I-I I’m so- im so sorry, I’m sorry- I don’t know how- I was in there for a b-book and lit some candles I don’t even know how it h-happened I-I-“

Your breathing was becoming erratic again but once you started apologizing you couldn’t stop

“I’m so s-sorry Acacius I’m so sorry” you buried your face in your hands.

“Aurelia shh it’s alright, don’t cry, it’s nothing that can’t be replaced, don’t apologize, you need to breathe alright?”

You barely heard him, but you needed him to know how sorry you were, even if you didn’t deserve forgiveness.

“I’m so sorry, I’m sorry” you continued.

“Aurelia-“

“I’m s-sorry”

“Aurelia stop you’ll hurt yourself more!” He kneeled on the bed pulling you closer to him, worried that if you didn’t calm down you would go into another coughing fit.

“Shh it’s alright, I’m not angry, all that matters is you’re safe. Please calm down, can you breathe slowly for me? Look, follow my breathe…”

“That’s it, breathe in and out just like that, good girl…” he held you close and you felt your eyes begin to droop, exhaustion taking its toll. He sighed when your last words were a whispered apology.

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The next day you were miserable, the burns although mostly shallow still caused great pain. Mentally you were a wreck, replaying the events over and over.

The healer told you you needed to rest for several days so that’s what Acacius made sure you did. He visited often but you couldn’t bring yourself to speak hardly a thing out of shame. Most times you just pretended you were asleep.

A week passed and you were allowed to get up as normal just to take it easy. Acacius had gone out for some business luckily because you didn’t think you had the strength to face him.

As you descended the stairs you tried to ignore the whispers of the servants. They all thought the same thing you were repeating in your mind.

Burden

Shameful

Useless

You sighed shakily nearing the now cleaned land where the structure once stood. His kindness made you feel horrible. You wish he would yell and scream at you, for you deserved all the bad words

You spent the day aimlessly wandering and thinking until you tired yourself out and retired to your chambers.

A jar of salve was left by your bed from the healer for the pain but you didn’t open it. You deserved every single sting and ache.

The next day you hardly felt like getting up so you didn’t. Food was brought, you didn’t bother eating it, instead you gave it to the birds outside the window.

In your solitude you came to a resolve. You would resist every urge, every inkling of your old reckless self. Acacius deserved someone who was 100 times the woman you were but since you were bound all you could do was at least not give him any more trouble. Another week passed, Acacius had been gone for some military business and it was easier that way.

It had been a whole nother week when Acacius finally arrived back to the villa. He dismounted his horse with a sigh. He did not want to be gone so long but he could hardly deny the emperors requests.

Tiredly he walked through the gates, scanning for signs of you. It was unusual to not see you flitting about.

A servant approached and helped him remove his cape.

“The Lady, how is she?”

The servant frowned a bit, “My Lady has been… resting these past weeks. We’ve not seen much of her.”

He frowned at that. Her wounds were not so terrible to have her bedridden so long. So what was wrong with his wife?

He nodded to the servant and made way directly to her chambers.

He knocked on the door listening for her voice.

“Come in” you called expecting a servant with food.

You were sat on the bench by the window staring out.

“My Lady..” he said almost hesitant.

Your head whipped to the side, eyes widened seeing your husband.

“A-Acacius… I didn’t know you were back…”

He walked inside and shut the door behind him.

“Are you well? The servants tell me you haven’t left the room much..” he stepped closer taking you in. Your sunken face, the way your eyes weren’t lit up with that sparkle he loved.

“I’m alright, thank you..” he frowned, not quite satisfied with the answer.

“Your wounds are healed?”

You nodded quickly.

He nodded then cleared his throat in the awkward silence that followed, “Then why haven’t you been out?”

You thought of what to say for a moment, “I… no reason, just resting I suppose”

Another answer that didn’t satisfy him but he decided not to pry. If you didn’t want to speak he wouldn’t make you uncomfortable.

“Well I’ll be in my chambers should you need anything…”

“Thank you..” and with that he left shutting the door behind him. You bit your lip forcing the tears not to come. How dare you cry when he’s the one who should be upset. Get it together.

Several more days pass and Acacius was growing frustrated. You barely left the room, choosing to take your meals inside even when he was home. He only caught glimpses of you here or there on the occasional walk around the garden but even that was becoming rare. Where was his wife who was always flitting around singing something off tune or getting into trouble. He recalled the time he awoke to clucking outside his door, and the time he found you skirts tied comically splashing in the lake, then of course when you so happily baked for him flour marks on your face. He smiled fondly at the memories, then frowned.

Why had you suddenly changed so much? Had he done something? He knew the fire shook you up but perhaps he said something unintentional? Did you overhear him yelling at the staff and resented him for it? He was going mad.

It took another few days before his patience finally ran out and he all but burst into your room.

“A-Acacius?! What-“ you startled dropping the book in your hands.

“Tell me what it is” he demanded a bit out of breathe.

“W-what?”

“Tell me what’s wrong or what I’ve done to upset you into seclusion”

“Acacius you’ve done nothing wrong I swear…”

“Then what is it? Why have you been avoiding me? What has upset you so much that you’ve locked yourself away?”

You didn’t expect this, so you really didn’t know what to say.

“I… I think it’s better this way…”

His eyebrows furrowed a bit trying to make sense of what you just said. “I don’t understand, what’s better?”

You fiddled with your hands and had a hard time making eye contact so you chose a lovely spot on the floor instead.

“It’s better that I don’t…. cause problems..” heavens was that a lot harder to say out loud than you thought.

This definitely took him aback.

“What?”

Oh no was he upset now? He surely looked it.. maybe you should have explained better.

“I-I mean… I’m always causing you trouble and getting into situations that I shouldn’t… I figured it would be better if I spent more time here….”

He was quiet for a while, his face undeniably confused and upset.

“And you decided this all on your own?” He said in a tone that you were a bit nervous about. Calm but hidden anger.

��I-I… yes..”

“So your plan is to live out the rest of your days between these four walls?” He couldn’t hold back a scoff. His annoyance seeping through his usually calm demeanor with you.

“….It’s better-”

He clicked his tongue in annoyance “Better? Better for who exactly?”

“Acacius all I do is cause you trouble! I’ve been embarrassing you since we wed, the entire household thinks I’m a burden and they’re right, I cannot-I will not burden you anymore especially after-…” you couldn’t bring yourself to mention the fire. With a shakey breath you gathered yourself and continued.

“I just don’t want to upset you anymore…” you confessed.

The silence was deafening, your heart squeezing so much you were afraid it was going to burst.

“You know out of everything that’s happened between us I think this is the only time I’ve been truly upset.”

You eyed him swallowing dryly taking in his clenched jaw and crossed arms.

“Acacius…”

“You don’t get to decide this all on your own, and you especially don’t get to decide how I feel.”

“…”

“Have I ever been cross with you? Made you feel as if you’ve shamed me?”

“Well no but-“

“Then why?” In two strides he was upon you looking down.

“Why did you suddenly decide that I would like it more if you hid yourself away?”

“Because if I’m here not causing you problems then wouldn’t it be easier for you…?” You wrung your hands together, anxiety heightening with every moment.

“Fuck that”

You jumped a bit startled that those words came out of his mouth.

“W-what?”

“Cause me problems”

“Acacius-“

“Break things, scream shout, bring the whole villa down if you wish it but you will not lock yourself up like a prisoner. You’re my wife, I’d like to actually have you around.”

“You… you’re just saying that because you’re too kind Acacius… but my heart can’t take it anymore. I did something so awful and I know you must be upset…”

“Is this about the fire then?”

“…”

“Things can be replaced, nothing that burned cannot be bought again or rebuilt.”

“B-but you loved that place. It was your sanctuary”

“I did love it, but it’s gone now and I hardly think about it, it’ll be rebuilt soon enough not that it really matters. What matters is that you’re safe and sound.”

“How can you be so kind? So patient so-so perfect” he scoffed at the last one in mild amusement.

“Acacius it’s true! I’ve never met someone so gentle and sweet”

“Gentle and sweet..I’ll be sure to add that to my title right after general or Rome”

“You joke but it’s the truth…” you look down at your sandals.

He sighed before lifting your chin up with his warm fingers then caressing your face, wiping away your tears with his thumb.

“Tell me something wife, have you seen me act that way with anyone else?”

“Well…” you thought about it. He was civil with everyone.. stern a lot, with servants and his men and well everyone else…

“And why do you think that is hm?”

“Well… I assume it’s because you see me more as a child…”

“A child.” He repeated.

You nodded.

“Aurelia you are never allowed to assume anything ever again”

“What?”

“You truly think that’s how I see you? That I treat you kindly because I pity you?”

“Well…then why?” You asked genuinely confused.

“Why treat my wife with care? Why worry for her? Why speak gentle words? Why shower her with gifts? Tell me Aurelia why does a man do those things for a woman?”

“I… I assumed-um well I believed that you were just..”

“Just what? Doing that out of duty? Is it so impossible to imagine that I love my wife and want her to be happy?”

“….” Your eyes widened larger than the sun. You hardly believed the words. So you asked him in a whisper.

“W-what did you s-say?”

Instead of answering he leaned forward closing the distance with a soft kiss.

“Does that answer your question?” He breathed in the few inches between your lips.

You shook your head no and leaned in. You felt the smirk against his lips. After several moments you pulled back to regard him.

“I never imagined you’d feel the same way…I still don’t think I believe it…”

“Like I said, you’re forbidden to assume things from now on wife”

“I… I’m sorry…” his hands settled at your waist, his smell flooding your senses.

“Make it up to me…”

You felt the heat rise in your cheeks but didn’t want to disappoint. You wrapped your arms around him pulling him into a deeper kiss full of emotion.

“Never allow such thoughts in your mind again, and you’re wrong, you’re not a burden. Yes I’ll admit you have a habit of getting into unique situations but I don’t mind, in fact I look forward to what surprises await me each day.”

“Do you really mean it? Even if I do awful things…? “

“Yes I mean it.. although I will draw the line at one thing, never do anything to put yourself in danger. When I saw you by the flames I-“ he paused sucking in a breathe.

And that moment you heart finally caught up with your head because no man could fake the emotions on his face like that.

You hugged him whispering an apology into his shoulder.

“You’ve apologized enough for a lifetime, come, dine with me, you’ve lost weight…” you nod letting him pull you by the hand out the door.

You heard some voices and frowned, anxiety creeping up again.

Ever the perfect man he caught on immediately.

“What is it?”

“The servants… it’s been hard to be around them… you might accept me for who I am but they haven’t…”

“I wouldn’t worry about it”

You cocked your head a bit at his amused tone, “why?”

“Because I fired them all”.

“Acacius!”

“Don’t protest, it’s done. I blame myself for not realizing what heartless people resided in my home. Besides I think you’ll like the new staff a lot better..”

You descended the staircase still confused why he seemed so smug until you heard voices you hadn’t heard in months.

“My Lady!”

“My Lady we’re here!”

“Oh how we’ve missed you!”

You couldn’t contain the loud gasp when your eyes landed on the familiar faces below. The staff that practically raised you was beaming up at you with joy.

“Oh my- Marika! Cicero! Diana! Felix! Ahh you’re all here!” You practically jumped from the staircase onto the group of your favorite people in the world.

Acacius couldn’t help but chuckle as the group enveloped you pulling you in, hugging and kissing you. Hardly the kind of servants he was used to but now he understood why you were so saddened to leave them behind. After your embraces you pulled back.

“What are you doing here? Is Father here?”

“You mean you don’t know?” The words would have worried you had everyone not been smiling ear to ear.

“Know what?” The general has employed us all here.

“W-what?!” You snapped your head to your grinning husband.

“B-but how did you- father must’ve been- h-how!?”

He laughed and descended the last couple steps, “I can be very persuasive if I need to be dear wife.”

“Oh- oh I don’t believe this!” you couldn’t contain your joy and parted from the group to jump on your husband who stumbled a bit but caught you of course. You kissed him then and there not caring who was watching- well in fact you didn’t care because everyone in the room were people you loved and felt safe with.

He was a bit surprised but when you pulled back his face was quickly morphed into fondness and satisfaction that the gleam in your eye was back.

“There she is..” you sighed happily hugging him once more then ran back to the awaiting group.

Well actually you made it halfway before pausing, turning around with an unsure look, and walking slowly back to him.

He tilted his head curious, “Acacius… will you… will you allow me to properly thank you… tonight? If that’s- if that’s something you’d like… or-“ your face that lovely shade of red he’d come to admire.

“Something I’d like?” He scoffed and for a moment you were afraid until you saw the expression in his eyes.

“Well I didn’t want to assume… you’ve forbidden it remember.” He smirked leaning down by your ear so only you could hear him.

“Listen well wife. This is the only exception you may always assume...” You shivered feeling his breathe caress your ear.

Gentle and sweet and now you had a new word to add, although you couldn’t quite find the right one just yet. But oh were you ever so eager to find out…

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Is it getting hot in here guys?? No? Just me? Anywayyyy hope you enjoyed. I threw this up in one sitting so forgive all the mistakes. I finally saw the movie and wow, who knew they could fit so many hot men on one screen.

Also can anyone think of a better title lol😅

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pitchsidestories · 2 months ago

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seasons of love II Kika Nazareth x Reader

romantic masterlist | platonic masterlist | word count: 1332

summary: Kika loves Christmas ever since she was a child unlike Reader who isn’t a big fan of it. requested

author's note: dear readers, we hope you'll like the fanfic.It can be read as a standalone or as part two of when grumpy met sunshine. 💛🩷

Ever since she was a small girl, Kika loved Christmas. As the time gone by her love for it grew only deeper, the presents may get less exciting to her over the years, but she cherished the time spend with family and friends at the end of the year.

That’s why even though it was only the start of December parts of the Barcelona team decided to bake some Christmas cookies. The kitchen already smelt heavenly of chocolate, coconut and vanilla and everyone was in a gleeful mood. Seconds earlier the Portuguese woman lit the candles on the table sending a cozy, warm light while the darkness had set on Barcelona.

“Oh my god, Vicky, thanks to you the flour is everywhere.”, Ingrid scolded half-heartedly, her lips formed to a pout.

“Ingrid, it’s fine.”, Kika assured her.

“And it wasn’t me!”, Vicky protested smirking.

“Yes, I saw Mapi doing it.”, Ellie joined the young player’s defence.

“What? I didn’t do anything.”, Mapi interjected, but her laugh was giving away that she was involved in the flour incident.

“Sure, Maria.”, commented Ona chuckling.

Suddenly the joyful banter was interrupted by your angry sounding voice.

“What the hell, so much chaos, Francisca!”

“We’re just baking.”, your girlfriend explained nervously.

“You better clean up this mess later.”, you told her before storming off into your bedroom.

“Oh, someone’s in a bad mood.”, Mapi noted whistling.

“Grumpy apparently doesn’t like the Christmas season.”, Vicky observed.

“She doesn’t hate it, but she also doesn’t care much for it.”, Kika corrected her.

“How can one not love it?”, Ingrid frowned confused.

“I don’t know, ask her.”, she shrugged.

“The first cookies are done. Maybe she would like to try them.”, the older Spanish defender responded with an encouraging smile on her lips.

“Take the pretty ones that are already decorated.”, Vicky suggested in a friendly tone.

“Who wants to do the talking?”, the Portuguese striker asked.

“You’re obviously doing it.”, Vicky shook her head grinning.

“Wish me, luck.”, Kika sighed. Cautiously she stepped into the bedroom you two shared. The young woman whispered your name softly, trying her best to not resurrect the anger you’ve shown when you returned home.

“What?”, you questioned frustrated, moving your eyes away from the book in your hands to your girlfriend’s dark chocolate brown eyes.

“Sorry, we made a mess in the kitchen. Would you like to try some cookies?”, Kika apologized, sitting down on the bed. The delicious scent of the food filling up the room, even you weren’t immune to that small magic.

“Today was a lot and then I came home to the chaos.”, you began.

“Hey, it’s okay. We’re almost done, and we’ll clean everything up. I promise.”, your girlfriend swore.

“Thank you.”, you muttered gratefully, taking your first bite of the Christmas cookie which tasted just as good as it smelt.

For a moment there was a peaceful quietness transcending between you. In the background you could hear the cheerful laughter from your teammates in the kitchen.

“Do you want to talk about it more or would you liked to be left alone?”, Kika asked careful.

You heaved a sigh and shook your head: “No, we can talk. You shouldn’t think that I’m a monster that hates Christmas entirely.“

Kikas eyes softened as she studied your face: “I know you don’t hate it. You just don’t like it as much as I do and that’s okay.“

You nodded, swallowing hard before taking another bite of your cookie so you didn’t have to answer. Only after you chewed quietly for a while, you changed the topic: “The cookies are delicious by the way.“

“Glad you like them.“, your girlfriend smiled gently at you.

“You girls did a good job.“, you chuckled.

“Thanks.“

You took another deep breath to brace yourself: “It’s just that not all family Christmases are like the ones in the movies, you know?”

“Oh.“ Kika said. You didn’t even had to explain, she just seemed to understand immediately.

“I just don’t know what it feels like…“

The frown on your girlfriends face deepened: “That’s why you don’t care much for Christmas?”

“Yeah, that’s my little sad sob story about it.“, you nodded. Instead of looking at her, you drew patterns with your fingers on the blanket.

“It’s not sad.“, Kika said determinedly while reaching for your hand. As you looked at her as got up from the bed, pulling you with her.

“Wait, what are you doing?”, you laughed nervously.

Her eyes lit up while she explained: “I’ll show you how nice Christmas can also be.“

“That’s disgustingly sweet of you.“

“Disgustingly?”, she echoed slightly offended but undeterredly dragged you towards the kitchen.

Her teammates were still busy baking, chatting quietly while Christmas music played in the background. The display was much more peaceful than twenty minutes prior.

“She’s back!”, Mapi beamed once she spotted you and Kika standing in the door.

“I’m back and I brought someone who wants to help decorate cookies.“, your girlfriend announced.

Ellie smiled politely at you and pulled a chair closer to her and Ona who were in charge of the cookie decorations: “Always good to have another person here who’s artistic too.“

Ona narrowed her eyes at the goalkeeper: “Ellie, excuse me? What are you trying to say about my beautiful art pieces?!”

Looking at the cookies in front of the defender, you had to admit that you definitely wouldn’t post them on Instagram.

Ellie shrugged innocently: “Nothing. Just that yours are the cookies we should eat first.“

“Wow. Rude.“, Ona complained but didn’t sound offended.

You bit back a laugh and started to help with icing the cookies.

A bright smile was on Kika’s face which could light up every cold and dark winter day while she declared. “Girls, the hot chocolates are ready.”

“With Marshmallows?”, Vicky asked in an excited tone.

“That’s so cliché.”, you playfully hit the upper arm of the Portuguese woman.

“Maybe it’s, but the love around here is real.”, Ingrid admitted with a dreamy look in her green eyes.

“Don’t overdo it, Ingrid.”, you warned her grimacing at the sweet words which came out of the Norwegians mouth.

“I think she’s cute.”, Mapi defended her girlfriend looking up to her in awe.

“Of course you do.”, you chuckled amused.

“Just saying.”, the Spanish defender shrugged.

“Kika?”, you called your lover’s name.

“Yes, meu amor?”

“This is so stupid.”, you whispered into Kika’s ear, her arms wrapped around your wait.

She looked at you with a sad expression on her face. “You don’t like it.”, the forward realized.

“But at least it’s stupid with nice people.”, you added in a warm tone, pressing a soft kiss to her cheek which immediately turned into a soft red underneath your touch.

The cozy atmosphere was interrupted by Vicky’s curses. “Oh shit, the cookies burned!”

“Typical.”, you smiled at her mildly.

“Don’t worry, we still got enough Christmas cookies for everyone to take home with them.”, Ingrid reassured her teammates immediately.

After they all left, Kika leaned with her back on the wall, glancing expectantly as well as delighted at you like the once excited child she was: “And?”

“And, what?”, you returned her question teasingly.

“Do you like Christmas a bit more?”, your girlfriend wanted to know while you made your way to her.

“Hmm let me think about that.”, you replied. When you stopped right in front of her you noticed with a cheeky smile. “You still have a bit of whipped cream on your upper lip.” Gently you kissed the white foam away, the kiss sweet like the hot chocolate itself.

“Thanks.”, Kika smirked.

“You’re welcome and yes Christmas with friends is quite nice.”, you stated.

“See, that’s also one way to celebrate Christmas.”

“Yes, I like that.”, you nodded smiling in your girlfriends embrace.

Thanks to her help you learned that the season of love could be about friendship and spending meaningful time with the people which truly were special to you.

Christmas/Winter Oneshots

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amywritesthings · 6 months ago

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in the wrong. / levi x f!reader

for @levievent #levimonth24. (day one: pre-canon, first time)

pairing: gang leader!levi ackerman x military police!reader word count: 2.4k summary: You're Military Police. He's public enemy number one. Getting involved with one another is wrong.

tags: 18+ MINORS DNI! pre-aot, in the canon of 'a choice with no regrets', smut, enemies to lovers, military brutality mention, first time, bottom!levi, virgin!levi credit: dividers by @saradika-graphics

And so it goes—

There’s no disputing if waiting here in the dead of night is right or wrong.

Leaving your post, forcing your colleagues to pick up the slack — it’ll catch up with you eventually.

Military Police stationed within the Underground City is about as much of an oxymoron as it comes. You see the irony of walking these streets as the symbols of order when it’s a place that thrives in disorder.

Your superiors don’t wish to save these people.

You — your squadron — will do nothing here.

(But he could.)

Meeting with the leader of the most notorious gang in the city started out as an accident, really.

You’d minded yourself down here, still trying to do your job when you could: helping elderly people walk their rotting groceries to their door; aiding a young child who found themselves lost, only to witness the dilapidated home they came from; smuggling your own rations down from the surface to feed the sick.

In their eyes — wrong.

In his — confusion.

If you ever came into contact with the perpetrator known as Levi, then you were meant to engage.

Albeit fast on his feet and even faster with a weapon, his ever-growing group of goons were the Military Police’s biggest enemy.

You’d just spotted a redhead doing her best to creep up one of the staircases towards the surface, assuming no one was watching.

There are people up there, you remember saying.

Her wide eyes stared back at you with uncertainty, like perhaps getting her attention was a trick to set her up, but you’d managed to grab her by the scruff of her dirtied vest.

The small girl made a noise of protest, but you did your best to press a finger to your lips:

Silent.

Pulling her back into the shadows with you had been the smart move — the unit at the top of the stairs trudged down the stairs and into the Underground pathway, presumably to cause trouble.

They always did.

You held onto the stranger until the unit disappears, letting go only once the place is clear.

The girl turned around, seemingly breathless. “You… why?”

You didn't know.

“I don’t know,” you confessed, blinking between her face and the pathway. Paranoid. “Those two are pieces of work. Nasty. Would’ve had your damn head on a platter.”

“So you saved my life?” she asked, and the musical naivety of her voice squeezed your aching stomach.

“It wasn’t that noble,” you promised softly. “Just… be more careful.”

She realized as seconds pass: you’re letting her go.

There’s nothing to arrest her for.

The people down here suffer enough.

When she left, you thought it was the last time you’d ever see her.

— —

It isn’t.

— —

“The hell is an MP doing here, Isa?”

You can’t say. You’re not sure.

The redhead, a common recurring figure in your time patrolling the Underground, seems to have taken a liking to you when she surely shouldn’t.

Isabel Magnolia, you learn, is her name.

Talking to you about her life, asking questions about the surface, wondering if there’s a better life up there—

She’s a part of a found family she definitely shouldn’t be telling you about.

You explain that, while the sun is beautiful, the surface isn’t much better sometimes.

If there’s a better life, then clearly you wouldn’t know it.

You’re stuck down here, too, whether you’d like to admit it or not.

Perhaps by choice — you enlisted for a reason — but nonetheless stuck.

She’s so cheerful. Trusting.

You hate that for her.

(Someone could take advantage. Doesn’t she know that?)

Yet when Isabel grabs your hand one day and excitedly pulls you down an alleyway, telling you she has to show you something, you wonder if this is the moment where your stupidity catches up to you with a final blow to the head.

So it begs the question while you’re standing in an oddly pristine, clean-to-the-edges apartment in the middle of the city where two boys stare at you like you’re the devil incarnate:

What the hell is an MP doing here?

An ashy-haired boy yelps from his spot at a round dining table, catching a second dark-haired boy’s attention. He whips around, the whites of his eyes growing while he stares directly at you.

Immediately you recognize the cold stare, the raven-black fringe sweeping against them.

A smaller frame for a man but nevertheless daunting.

Billowing white sleeves are rolled up to his elbows. His hands are busy scrubbing dishes at the sink of their quaint kitchenette.

The one they call Levi.

“This is the girl who saved me a few months ago,” Isabel chirps like it’s nothing, happily tugging you further into the apartment.

Your uniform feels constricting, like it’s threatening to choke you out.

“You never said it was a goddamn MP, Isa,” the lankier boy whisper-shouts as he stands from the table, his head whipping between the other two. “Levi? The hell do we do?”

Levi’s silent, observing you.

“Isabel, I should go,” you murmur to your odd friend, looking over the ginger warily. “They’re right. I shouldn’t be here.”

“But why not?” Isabel asks with confusion. “You’re not like them. Furlan, she’s really not, she’s actually really—”

“You’re the one who saved her ass from MPs?”

Levi’s voice, smooth like honey and deep like a rumble, cuts through your panic.

You turn your chin to regard him, lips parted with an apology you shouldn’t owe.

“She was getting too close to the stairwell,” you confess softly to him, clenching your fists at your sides. “I know how the MPs treat people down here. I didn’t — I couldn’t let something happen to her.”

“Why?” he asks abruptly, eyes narrowing.

Isn’t that the question of the hour:

Why are you trying to get yourself fired and tossed down here with the rest of them?

“Because it… was the right thing to do.”

He makes a noise, something of a tch, before picking up a fourth tea cup.

— —

If your colleagues knew you spent the better part of your shifts in the Underground talking to their number-one public enemy, with your backs against adjacent brick walls — you facing the street, him in the shadows of an alleyway — they wouldn’t hesitate.

Execution style, side by side.

You confess the routes of your brethren.

You warn them of the dangers of different colleagues that want nothing more than to hurt people, to use their position of power for worse.

It takes time — months upon months — but eventually his group grows stronger than your unit.

They could very well kill you themselves, if they wanted.

Maybe you’re like Isabel with the desperation to connect.

Maybe you find yourself hating the animals your colleagues become under the guise of an endless night.

Levi meets with you weekly, if not daily, by this point.

For the good of his friends, he claims. Nothing more.

You don’t blame him.

(Yet the more you talk to him, learn about what he’s built, what he’s about, the less you feel like returning to the sun.)

— —

He likes tea.

That much you’ve gathered in your time sitting in the living kitchenette of their apartment.

You’ll never forget the change in his expression, usually so stoic and emotionless, when you produced a small bag from under your emerald cloak late one evening.

“The traders down here don’t carry these blends,” you tell him, pushing the bag towards him.

His eyes squint, observing the brown pouch with confusion, before reaching to delicately unravel the tie holding it together.

Levi lets out a gentle huff when the aroma hits him, face smoothing with recognition.

Fresh leaves.

“Why?”

It’s a question you’ve even asked yourself.

You get things for Furlan and Isabel all the time, their requests for surface goods fairly frequent, but—

“Because you never ask for anything,” you confess. “And it’s the least I can do.”

“But why?” he questions again, softer this time.

His gaze flickers to yours.

Your throat clenches with the truth.

“I don’t know.”

A lie.

— —

You’re meant to be patrolling the streets of the Underground City in the dead of night.

Another lie.

All you’ve learned to do is hide, steal, and lie.

Yet nothing feels closer to the truth than Levi letting you into the small, cramped apartment.

Opening his home to you.

The enemy.

“Furlan and Isabel are elsewhere tonight,” he confesses under his breath when he closes the door.

“Elsewhere?” you ask him quietly. “Are they safe?”

“You would know if they weren’t.”

You step forward, anticipating the same song and dance you’ve played for over a year now.

Instead of dancing with you, playing the game, Levi stays put.

It forces you chest to chest, eye to eye, and suddenly you realize just how blue those gray eyes really are.

Stormy, like a sky he’ll never see.

Something shifts in his expression. Something lighter, tangible, as he takes a slow inhale through his nose.

You shift on impulse, angling closer, until you feel the heat of his face.

“Can’t,” he states, like you know what he’s saying.

By now, you do.

“I know,” you whisper, and those eyes dart lower.

Cheeks.

Nose.

Lips.

“Shouldn’t,” he argues to no one but himself when he leans closer.

His breath tickles your face.

“Wrong,” you agree, accidentally brushing your lips to his.

A single act opens the floodgates.

Both pairs of hands jump as your lips smash into one another’s.

His palm cradles the back of your head while yours guides his cheek closer, directing the angle of the kiss.

With a purposeful push, he slams you into the front door, caging you in and causing stars to flash behind your eyelids.

You’re already undoing the straps of your uniform with haste — he may have stolen ODM gear in the time you’ve known him, but you’re not confident he knows how to disrobe a military uniform.

He seems grateful, because he grunts against your lips and flicks his tongue against your lower lip in thanks. You part your lips obediently.

Can’t, but you’re still hopping up into his arms the second you free your lower half of white uniform trousers.

Shouldn’t, but he catches you with ease, digging his free hand into the flesh of your ass while he pivots and walks with you in his arms.

Wrong, but he drops down to his couch anyway, letting you sit in his lap.

There’s no time for decorum.

His hand blindly dips down your lower belly and slips under the fabric of your panties, groaning when he realizes you’ve been wet since you saw him.

You make the tiniest noise, a strangled moan at best, and you feel it right against your lips:

A smirk.

Brief and fleeting, but you felt it.

Lazily dragging his fingertips in a circle around your clit, your breath becomes stagnated. Shaky.

Your bare thighs clench around his, trying to keep your wits about you, but his hand only proceeds faster to ruin those efforts.

“Off,” you weakly state, reaching between you to pathetically tug at his own trousers.

Levi pulls away from your mouth, staring up at you in his lap. “That’s—”

“What I want,” you interrupt, and you see his throat bob with a swallow.

“I don’t know what I’m doing,” he confesses, and it feels like the closest you’ve ever gotten to knowing the essence of him.

“You don’t have to,” you promise. “I do.”

Once, fumbling at the cadet barracks.

It was awkward and quick and unremarkable.

Yet the way Levi’s eyes widen with recognition, you already know this is what you want — him, every fragment of him, hidden away from the world.

Pushing him to the couch cushions, you raise your hips to help him push down his trousers and underwear.

His cock springs free and his hisses at the contrast of the cool air and his hot skin.

You take advantage of the moment, wrapping your hand around him.

The way he whines when your hand leisurely pumps will be burned into the back of your skull.

“Are you sure?”

His question manages to weave itself through the hazy maze of your mind.

Glancing down at him, you note how flushed his cheeks have become; how his chest rises and falls under that flowing white shirt. He looks utterly wrecked without having to do much of anything.

“Are you sure?” you ask in return, giving your answer rhetorically.

Panting, the dark-haired boy nods.

Certain.

So are you.

“Just touch me,” you tell him, and Levi leaps at the damn opportunity to do so.

He raises up from the couch to loop his palm around your neck, dragging you down with him into a searing kiss. You moan into it, gently nudging the tip of him to your entrance.

When his hand returns to your clit, eager to draw those noises out of you, it only makes it that much easier to slowly push yourself down onto his length.

Both of your mouths drop open, wide with a soundless shout, as you ease him fully into you.

Wrong.

Over and over, the word plays in your mind.

Levi groans as you drag your body up, then down, beginning a tentative rhythm.

Wrong.

Nothing fills you like him.

Nothing fills you like this.

He lets you set the pace as you fuck him on his couch, the sounds of your pleasure mixing in the midnight air.

Faster.

Harder.

His hand grips your hip so hard it could leave a bruise.

You don’t care.

He groans a semblance of your name, something he rarely does, and squeezes harder.

Close.

If he’s never done this, then you know he won’t last long.

With your own climax coming at you with a vengeance, you can’t find a reason to care.

Suddenly you feel it — the wave rises so fast and falls that you don’t have time to warn him.

Within seconds you cum around him, violently shuddering around him as you cry against his mouth.

The sheer force of it causes Levi to gasp sharply, hips slamming abruptly into you so he’s buried deep—

He doesn’t have time to warn you, either.

He cums just as hard, sealing the loud moan with a kiss to your lips.

You still your hips, spent — his arms catch you when you crumble against his chest, desperately trying to catch your breath.

You’ve passed it: the point of no return, forced to confront a choice with no regrets.

The aftermath, euphoria clouding judgment, hasn’t quite hit yet.

Wrong.

(Neither of you care.)

author's note:

Thank you so much for reading! This one shot was unbeta'd and written in two hours so I hope this insane "I woke up with this idea and really wanted to participate" story made you as sweaty as it made me this morning.

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writingmeraki · 6 months ago

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kiss the shit out of you — k.mg drabble.

❝ in which you thought there'd never be a time when you would experience first-hand jealousy but turns out you aren't an exception to this emotion.

( or in which your boss seungcheol loves to find new ways to push your buttons. and push you towards mingyu too. you might just punch him or thank him. )

pairing: secret!agent mingyu x secret!agent reader, established stage. genre : fluff, angstish. warnings : jealousy, mentions of bars and drinks, death threats, no actual kissing guys im sorry

a/n : pri comeback with another secret agent mingyu drabble. who cheered. not a full on comeback but hey i picked this up from my abandoned clusters of wips and welp this is how it turned out, let me know what you think !! also urm if the writing is a lil yk wonky pls bare w me it's been a long while <3 also the summary probs sucks my bad g again it's been aaa whileee :DDDDDD

word count : 1.8k

“I want to kill you.”

You glared at Cheol as you clenched your fist to your side resisting the urge to punch the shit-eating grin off his face.

Not an ideal sentence to tell your boss but the situation he’d kept you in was going the way he predicted and not how you thought it would.

It started earlier in the day when he called Mingyu and you along with Chan and Seokmin in to do a mission which would require disguises and putting on an act. It was simple really he said, you all had to attend a gala, which had the member of a gang you’d been trying to catch attending as well.

Butter him up, a few drinks later and he’d let the information you seeked slip out with ease. This particular member was one who caused a lot of mishaps, knowingly or unknowingly, he was hard to track but this was a sure tip as his name was also on the guest list.

It all seemed okay until he told you the twist. You would be the servers along with Chan and Seokmin. You looked at him in confusion wondering if he forgot Mingyu was also called in and was right beside you also wondering something similar.

“What about him?”

“Oh right. He’s going to be attending as a couple with Yura.” He said it nonchalantly while looked towards you,

“It shouldn’t be a bother to you right? Considering it’s just a few hours and most importantly for the job.” He had a smug look on his face to which you slowly narrowed your eyes at him. Mingyu was going to oppose, but you shushed him.

“It’s for the job Gyu, it wouldn’t matter to me.” You knew he had more to say but he just frowned and nodded at your words.

You knew what card he had been playing, you could remember him asking you that what if there came a time your partner would have to act as a couple with someone else would you have gotten jealous and you also remember you scoffing at him saying, it would be for a mission only anyways, why would you be? He protested saying it was natural to feel jealous but you told him that then you would need to get a grip instead of being unprofessional.

Now you could feel your words bite you back as you tried not to glare at the way she seemed more than excited to be with ‘the most sought out’ agent.

You scoffed at yourself, feeling an even worse guilt at being jealous. The kind where you trusted him, but you couldn’t help the ugly emotion to rise up and as time went it seemed to rile up.

It was going to be one of the rookies, her first big assignment being this. Her name was Yura, from what you recalled.

Your relationship with Mingyu was not exactly public. Again it was your idea. It seemed all your ideas were eventually coming to bite you in the back. Maybe this was your karma for something.

Eventually looking away from the couple, you sighed as you sat down by the bar.

“Oye, you aren’t supposed to sit, you’re the server here.” Before he could speak further, Chan elbowed your boss to which he glared at him but eventually gulped a little when he saw the look on your face.

Now, Choi Seungcheol was no coward. But he knew better than to already fuel a fire that might just burn him alive. Quite literally. He thinks he’s spoken enough when he sees your stare harden.

“Haha, or not, yeah um…continue to sit as you wish, besides we’re just back up here…I’ll uh, I’ll go finish the um…cleaning the glasses.”

“Get me a drink. Strong.”

And as your pretend bartender colleague made you an actual whisky on the rocks — training required prior days to mission — your eyes automatically once again drifted off to him.

Your partner, your boyfriend, highlighting the your factor harshly in your thoughts as you looked at the pretend couple.

Jealousy, you learnt that day, is an ugly emotion but a fascinating one too. It might slowly chip away at your self esteem and build on a pile of undeserving guilt but it somehow helps in emphasising just how much one means to the other.

It was a horrible pit at the bottom of your stomach but an unflattering brush in the depth of your heart. Both making you more confused and therefore, anger being the only emotion that would make sense.

You could hear her giggles as she leaned in closer to his side, her arm practically cushioned between his and you clenched your molars in the assumed anger.

It was as if he could sense your gaze. He always could, since a long time actually. As though his mind seemed to embed you, your presence right into his unconscious to the point he could practically feel your gazes on him.

Maybe an exaggeration but he thinks when it comes to you, it all seemed to fall less.

His eyes flickered to see where you were directing yours at, and immediately he had to put in his all to not just move away. He was trying his all honestly, the reason he accepted was because he was sure you were also okay with it.

Professionally. Of course.

Emotionally? Personally?

You may have just been on the edge of punching someone. Seungcheol, you wish.

The way you were looking seemed nonchalant but this was the man that loved – loves you. Of course he knew when you were anything but.

Before you could even move your attention to him from where it had darted to – Yura subtly moved her hand above Mingyu’s. It was so subtle but you were very observant, unfortunately in this case, hand clenching around the now almost empty glass of alcohol.

It seemed in a flash, he abruptly pulled away, murmuring an excuse of getting another drink and you rolled your eyes at the pet names that smoothly rolled out of Yura’s tongues for him. You could feel your sanity level drop at that point.

Taking a deep breath, you reminded yourself as you shut your eyes for a second, that this was a mission. A job. You couldn’t, shouldn’t fuck this up because you can’t keep your newly acquired emotions in check—

A hand on top of yours was the next thing you felt. And even before you opened your eyes to face the owner of the hand, you already knew.

“Hey.” Minyu softly whispered, facing affront while you turned your head in his direction. He was close but not enough to seem suspicious, hand being hidden from the view of the others at the table.

Even though it was just a small touch, he kept it there as he spoke out to Chan. Mumblings of the drinks, a few details about the information he managed to get.

Yet all you could focus on was the warmth that radiated from his hand above yours. The way his hair was styled, the way his longer strands stood out perfectly, the way his pinkish lips moved as he spoke, eyes briefly shifting to yours when he did and it seemed he noticed your blatant checking out as one corner of his lip rose up.

Dammnit, his suits were always your weakness.

“Hi” He tried again, briefly shifting his head in your direction which seemed to snap you out of your daze as you blinked a few times.

“Hey.” You turned your hand that was facing down, and he briefly looked over and intertwined his fingers through yours.

Chan hastily looked over as he made the drinks, deciding he could probably slow down making the few drinks, and not like he was an expert at being fast anyway.

“Be careful.” He whispered to your pair, to which you looked at him and rolled your eyes but gave a short nod.

“Are you alright?” As Mingyu asked, you froze up for a moment, wondering if your obvious discomfort was already known to him.

Gulping, you nodded because it seemed easier to nod than to let your words out in fear of stumbling over reasons for your discomfort.

Jealousy, was again, odd. It made you ashamed, a lump in the throat due to feeling like perhaps you were just overthinking it all.

You didn’t even realise you were blatantly showing your nervousness, eyes looking at anywhere but his and mulling your bottom lip.

“You don’t need to worry over anything, ‘s going fine okay?”

“I can see that.”

The words came out sharply than intended, and he blinked owlishly, eyebrow raising at you with an emotion that seemed familiar to both confusion and wonder in his eyes.

“You don’t seem okay though.” He bit the bullet and told you his actual thoughts. He would have even said his assumptions but he did not want to tread too far.

“I’ll be fine, stop worrying about me. Your girlfriend wouldn’t appreciate that.”

Aha. There it was.

He scanned your face. The scoff was prominent as you narrowed your eyes ahead.

“You know you're the only one that matters to me right?” And even though he was tempted to tease you at the moment, he figured he'd save it for later.

His hand squeezed yours, as if to amplify his words, their meaning to you. How much he truly meant them, he hoped that it would somehow reach to you through the simple motion of squeezing your hand tighter.

And somehow, he knows it did when the crease between your brow slowly disappeared, when the scowl on your face dropped and a seemingly exhausted sigh escaped you.

Jealousy was…tiring.

“Yes, I know.”

Without thinking, he leaned in closer to you, mouth grazing your ear as he spoke, the sudden warmness of his breathing so close making you shudder slightly.

“Tell you what baby? You can simply kiss the out of me when we get back. You know, remove all your anger, I heard it's a great exercise.”

The abruptness of the statement made you pull away and you couldn't help but giggle at his words, feeling a lot lighter than previously. A warm feeling spreads on your cheeks at the thought of his pink lips captivating yours.

And of course, no one in this world could surprise you the way Kim Mingyu does.

Well two could play at this.

Leaning in closer, your eyes gleamed with an equally mischievous flair to his, you whispered, only for his ears.

“As if I need permission to kiss the shit out of you, I hope you know I can and will do it anytime, anywhere.”

His smile turned into a smirk as he glanced back at the table, seeing how his colleague was occupying the others, knowing he could go off for a few.

Looking at you determinedly, he stood up, pushing his hand forward,

“Bathroom break?”

And of course, anywhere Kim Mingyu would go, you'd too.

Placing your head in his, you nodded with a chuckle at how unserious this was getting,

“Sure.”

Lucky for the both of you, it seemed you were good at keeping your words. And kissing of course.

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moonpascal · 4 months ago

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IN THE SHADOW OF MEMORY

CHAPTER FOUR I series masterlist I wc: 3.4k

WARNINGS:

hurt/angst, lonelines, lots of dialogue

AUTHORS NOTE:

thank you to @amiableness my love as always gave me the encouragement i need for these things!

sorry for the long wait! i played hogwarts legacy for the first time and got sucked in. but it did help me with visioning locations and everything. hopefully chapter four was worth the wait (idk feels like a filler lol)

The past few days had been agonizingly unproductive since you realized the extent of your memory loss—entire chunks of the last year and a half simply gone.

Hermione, stubborn as ever, refused to tell you what you were missing, no matter how much you begged. You knew she was hiding something, and it frustrated you to no end. These were your memories, after all—you had every right to know what had been erased.

The memory that played in the great hall never left you. You couldn’t be sure if it was a fragment of what was lost or just your mind playing tricks on you. Either way, it felt personal, too personal to share with her without knowing for certain if it was real.

But every time you tried to push through and remember more, it was as if a wall slammed down in your mind, sending a jarring, almost painful shock that stopped you cold. Why had this happened to you? Was it an accident, or had someone targeted you? The questions were maddening.

Caught in a loop of pacing and rubbing your temples in frustration, you accidentally kicked your trunk, sending the pile of jumpers and a tie sprawling across the floor. Huffing in annoyance, you bent down to fold them again, ignoring the nagging sense of familiarity they stirred. You were too irritated, too overwhelmed to connect it.

Just as you finished folding the last item, Grace walked in, looking thoroughly exhausted.

“Tough class?” you asked, trying to shift your focus.

She let out a small, tired laugh as she dropped her bag at the foot of her bed. “I wish. Just boys not taking no for an answer,” she sighed.

You shot her a sympathetic look, knowing the feeling all too well. “Wouldn’t happen to be a certain Slytherin whose clothes I keep tripping over, would it?” you teased, holding up the pile.

Grace gave you a sharp, confused look for a moment, and you worried you’d said the wrong thing. But then she forced a smile. “Right! That’s… um, exactly why he’s upset, but he really shouldn’t have left his closet in our dorm,” she said, a nervous edge to her voice.

“Serves him right,” you laughed, before glancing at the clothes again. “But on a serious note, could you possibly return these to him? Or maybe I should just throw them out? They’re taking up space, and I keep knocking them over.”

“Oh,” Grace said, eyes widening like she’d just been reminded of something important. She grabbed the pile from you a bit too quickly. “Of course! I’ll do that right now.”

Before you could protest or tell her she didn’t need to rush, she was already out the door, leaving you standing there, even more confused than before.

In her hurried state, she might have noticed the pesky tie that slipped off again.

You knew you needed to study and catch up on your missing assignments, but any excuse to procrastinate sounded more appealing. Weighing your options for a brief moment, you grabbed the tie and left the room, hoping to catch up with her.

Exiting your out of the common room and bounding down the stairs, you guessed Grace was heading toward the Slytherin area.

Hopefully, you could catch her but luck wasn’t on your side—she was on a mission, and you didn’t spot her once as you made your way through the castle.

The dungeons weren’t a place you frequented, so you were surprised when you managed to navigate there on your first try.

Upon arriving, you saw Theo trudging down the steps, the pile of clothes in his arms. You faltered, a strange pang coursing through you for reasons you couldn’t explain.

You considered a quick escape, but Theo called your name before you had a chance to move.

“What are you doing down here?” he asked, a touch of surprise in his voice. You didn’t have any classes together today, so it was unexpected to see you. He shifted the clothes under his arm, stepping closer.

“I tried to catch Grace—she dropped this,” you awkwardly gestured to the tie in your hand, “but I guess I found the culprit.”

Theo’s eyes widened at the implication, his heart sinking a bit. “No, these aren’t mine,” he quickly corrected.

You shot him a skeptical look. “So, you and Grace aren’t... involved?” you asked, waving your hand in a vague motion.

Theo scrunched his face in disgust, shaking his head. “No, never. She’s just a friend. She gave these to me to return to one of the guys.”

“Right,” you said, though still not entirely convinced. “Well, make sure he gets his tie back, too.” You draped it over the pile in his arms.

“Right, of course. Thank you for bringing it,” Theo smiled, and any doubt you had about him lying slowly drifted away. You found yourself staring at him, that smile triggering a flash of a memory—the same one from before.

Could it have been real? Theo seemed different now, kinder than you remembered. And how had you never noticed how... easy on the eyes he was?

“Woah, Tesoro, are you okay?” Theo’s voice brought you out of your thoughts, and you realized he had a hand on your shoulder and another gently cupping your cheek. The clothes he’d been holding were forgotten on the ground.

His face was so close to yours that you instinctively took a step back, but the absence of his touch left you yearning.

“I’m sorry, what?” you said, dazed and confused, not fully processing why he was asking.

“Your nose—it’s bleeding. Let’s get you to sit down,” he said urgently, grabbing the tie and guiding you to a nearby bench. You almost tripped from how sudden it was.

“I’m fine, really, Theodore,” you insisted, brushing it off. “This is probably the fourth one today.” The moment the words left your mouth, you regretted it.

“Fourth?” His tone grew tense, his eyes full of concern. “Are they accompanied by anything else? Headaches? Nausea? Fainting spells?” He inspected you, wiping the blood from your upper lip with the now-ruined tie.

You shrugged, trying to seem unbothered. “Not all the time. I don’t think it’s that serious.”

Theo, however, looked far from reassured. “That’s not normal,” he muttered your name, his worry etched deeply into his face.

“Theo, really, I’m fine. Just a little tired,” you tried to comfort him, but his expression barely softened. Hearing you use his name, though, seemed to snap him back. He pulled back slightly, still visibly rattled.

“Right, sorry,” he stammered, dropping his hands from you as if your touch burned him.

“I appreciate the concern, though,” you said, genuinely touched by how much he seemed to care. A stark contrast from the Theo you were used to. “Could we talk later? I have this thing that I can’t seem to figure out.”

He blinked, seemingly taken aback by your suggestion. In truth, you were a bit surprised by it yourself.

“I have Quidditch practice tonight, but how about tomorrow?” he offered, a bit nervously.

“Perfect,” you grinned. “See you tomorrow then, Theodore.”

He smiled in return, and for a moment, you found yourself wanting to stay and just stare at him. Another part of you still hesitated, wary of his past actions and the memories you couldn’t access. But maybe he had the answers.

You watched him walk away, a slight spring in his step as he bent to pick up the discarded clothes. He disappeared into the Slytherin common room, the snake door sliding shut. The sight surprisingly comforted you.

You sat for a moment before finally rising from the bench and starting the walk back to your common room. Your mind was a tangled mix of questions, emotions, and fleeting familiarities that refused to come into focus. It felt like your brain was in overdrive, struggling to fill in blanks without knowing where to start.

The walk back to your dorm felt like a blur, your mind racing with thoughts of how to piece together the gaps in your memory. You needed answers, but the trio seemed determined to keep you out of the loop, offering vague reassurances that only deepened your frustration.

You hated the way they looked at you—like you were fragile, something to be handled with care. It made you feel small, like you weren’t capable of understanding your own situation. The growing silence around what was happening to you was suffocating, and your dorm had become the only place where you didn’t feel on edge.

As you spotted Harry ahead in the corridor, you sped up, determined to find a distraction from the overwhelming pressure of your missing memories. You bumped him lightly with your shoulder, forcing a smile. “Hey, stranger. Haven’t seen you in a while. Want to sneak off to Hogsmeade?”

Harry hesitated, rubbing the back of his neck. “Trouble, I would, really, but I’ve got Quidditch practice tonight.”

Your smile faltered, a flicker of confusion crossing your face. If Slytherin had practice, there was no way Gryffindor did too. The rivalry between the two houses was so intense they could barely play fair in an actual game, let alone share the pitch for practice. You opened your mouth to question him, but Harry quickly cut you off.

“Tomorrow, yeah? We can go then. It’s Saturday, so no sneaking required.” Giving you an awkward smile.

“Right. Tomorrow.” You nodded, but the unease gnawed at you. First Theo, now Harry. The feeling of being lied to—it stung more than you wanted to admit. Harry never hid things from you before, and Theo—well, you didn’t know him well enough to judge, but it still hurt.

You turned away before Harry could say more, heading in the opposite of his direction- mind you was not towards the pitch.

When you finally reached your dorm and shut the door behind you, the quiet hit you hard. Alone again, the weight of the past few days crashed down. You dropped onto your bed, letting out a shaky breath. The frustration, confusion, and hurt welled up, but you couldn’t bring yourself to cry. You just lay there, staring at the ceiling, feeling more isolated than ever.

No one was being honest with you. They were keeping you at arm’s length, treating you like you couldn’t handle the truth. You were left to fend for yourself, with only half the pieces to a puzzle that seemed impossible to solve. You felt pushed aside, only to be dealt with when it was convenient.

It hurt more than you wanted to admit, and the pity party you were throwing yourself was, for the moment, the only thing that felt comforting.

“Fridays, we’ll go to the Astronomy Tower at midnight. It’ll be our thing.”

The words jolted you awake. You blinked, disoriented, scanning the dark room. The moonlight filtered in softly, casting long shadows. You rubbed your eyes and looked around, hoping to find the source of the voice, but the room was silent. Your roommates’ curtains were drawn, and their steady breathing filled the space.

You lay back, trying to make sense of what you’d heard. Maybe it was a dream. Or maybe, another memory trying to break through the haze?

After tossing and turning for what felt like an eternity, it became clear you weren’t going to be able to fall back asleep. Frustrated, you sighed and threw off the covers, slipping on your shoes. Before you knew it, you were out the door, your curiosity leading you through the corridors.

You tiptoed through the common room, careful not to wake anyone. Without Harry’s cloak, you had to rely on the disillusionment spell to stay hidden, but you knew it wasn’t foolproof.

You navigated the quiet halls, turning corners and climbing staircases with no real sense of direction, yet somehow you felt like you were being pulled somewhere—guided by the echo of those words.

Soon enough, you found yourself at the base of the Astronomy Tower. You hesitated for a moment, feeling a strange sense of déjà vu before your feet carried you up the winding staircase. The ascent felt both familiar and foreign, like a path you had walked countless times. It felt like your body was moving on its own, like it knew something your mind hadn’t caught up to yet.

When you finally reached the top, you paused. The silence of the tower wrapped around you, and with a quiet exhale, you removed the disillusionment spell, standing under the vast, starry sky.

The silence was broken by a cough, jolting you from your thoughts. You nearly screamed, spinning around to see Theo sitting against the railing, watching you with curious eyes.

“Merlin! Theodore, you scared me!” you hissed, clutching your chest as your heart pounded.

“Sorry,” he chuckled, clearly finding your reaction amusing. You glared at him, but he just smiled.

“What are you doing up here?” you asked, exasperated as you stepped closer to where he was sitting.

“I could ask you the same thing,” he smirked. The teasing tone was so typical of him, and despite everything, it brought you some comfort.

You rolled your eyes. “Needed some air. And you?”

“Something like that,” he shrugged, taking a drag from the cigarette between his fingers.

“You know those things will kill you, right?” you said, deciding to sit down next to him. You tucked your legs beneath you, resting your back against the railing.

“I’ve heard,” he replied, exhaling the smoke away from you before flicking the cigarette to the ground and crushing it with his foot.

You bit your tongue, resisting the urge to lecture him about the littering. “Maybe you should take their advice.”

He chuckled softly humming in response, leaning his head back against the railing, eyes closed. For a moment, neither of you spoke. Strangely, you felt more at ease up here with him than you had in days.

With his eyes closed, you stole a glance at his face—the messy hair, the moles dotting his skin, and those lips… You quickly looked away, mentally scolding yourself.

“So,” he said, grabbing your attention. His gaze so focused it made you avert your eyes again, “what really brought you up here?”

“I’m… not sure,” you admitted, fidgeting with the fraying edge of your skirt. “I thought I heard a voice, but it could’ve been a dream. It said something about Astronomy Tower at midnight, and I got curious.”

You noticed Theo’s jaw clench briefly before relaxing again, making you frown slightly. “And you?” you asked, trying to redirect the conversation.

“Just needed some quiet,” he said, hesitating for a moment. “But… what was it you wanted to talk about earlier?”

You had nearly forgotten about that. Now that he asked, the words seemed to stick in your throat. You wanted to say you could wait, let him have his moment of peace, but you needed answers.

“Oh, right,” you sighed, unsure of where to start. “I’m not sure how to explain it.”

“Take your time,” Theo reassured, his voice soft, and you were grateful to see no judgment in his eyes.

You took a shaky breath, trying to gather your thoughts. It was hard to know where to even begin.

“Long story short, I lost a chunk of my memories,” you started, the words spilling out before you could stop them. “And the other day, I think I had a flashback of one… with you?”

Theo immediately straightened himself, his attention fully locked on you.

“I was—um, what was your memory about?” he asked, his voice a little shaky as if he was trying to stay calm, but you could sense a bit of hope behind his eyes.

“Don’t laugh,” you warned, giving him a serious look, though a faint smile tugged at your lips. “We were in the Forbidden Forest, I think. I was upset about a letter, and you came along, and we… burned it. Does that sound familiar at all?” You searched his face, praying that this wasn’t just your imagination playing tricks on you.

Theo’s expression tightened, his brow furrowing as if he was choosing his next words very carefully. He looked torn, like saying the wrong thing might somehow hurt you more.

“It’s just… we only had our first conversation a few days ago, right?” you added, trying to lighten the mood despite the tension.

He grimaced slightly, rubbing his eyes. “No,” he sighed, his voice heavy. “That was a memory. That night in the Forbidden Forest—that was the first time we really talked. I was out there trying to clear my head, had a lot going on, and then I heard you. You were crying. I didn’t expect to find you out there.”

“Have we… had more conversations since that night?” you asked cautiously, feeling a strange mix of relief and confusion.

Theo hesitated, then nodded slowly. “Yeah, we did.”

“Could you tell me more? Did we hang out after that? Were we friends or just acquaintances? I just feel so lost and confused. You confirming this is the first bit of clarity I’ve had in days,” your voice cracked, the weight of everything you’d been carrying finally slipping through.

Theo’s face shifted, a mixture of pain and hesitation crossing his features. He looked away briefly, his hands gripping the railing beside him. When he finally spoke, his voice was low, careful. “I wish I could tell you everything… I really do.”

He paused, glancing at you before continuing. “But… it’s not that simple.”

Your heart sank at his words, a mix of frustration and sadness settling in your chest. “Why? What’s stopping you?”

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “It’s not that I don’t want to, believe me. We just don’t know what could happen if we sprung all this information onto you, how the spell or you would react if we try to fill in all the gaps. I mean you’re already having nosebleeds and intense migraines from no one even saying anything. If we push too hard, it could make things worse.”

Theo’s voice softened as he continued. “I just don’t want to hurt you more than you’re already hurting.” His eyes searched yours, hoping you’d understand.

You looked away, the sting of disappointment dulling the relief you’d felt just moments ago. “But I need to know, Theo. I can’t keep living like this, with these blanks and half-truths. Everyone’s treating me like I’m fragile, like I’ll shatter if they say the wrong thing.” Your voice trembled, a mix of anger and helplessness rising to the surface.

Theo shifted closer, his hand hovering just above yours before he hesitated and withdrew. “I get it,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. “But trust me when I say this—it’s not that we’re all in on some secret without you. We’re just… trying to keep you safe.”

The vulnerability in his eyes made your heart ache. You could see the struggle there, the pull between wanting to protect you and the desire to be honest. He wasn’t just holding back for the sake of secrecy—it was out of concern for you.

“Safe from what?” you asked, your voice thick with emotion. “I feel more trapped than safe. Like I’m stuck behind this wall, and everyone’s watching me struggle without actually helping.”

Theo exhaled, his brow furrowing as he searched for the right words. “I’m sorry. I know that’s not what you want to hear, but we’re doing the best we can. It’s not that we don’t want to tell you—it’s that we don’t know what’ll happen if we do.”

You bit your lip, feeling that familiar swell of frustration rise again. “So I’m just supposed to wait? Until what? Until my memories come back on their own? What if they never do?”

Theo breath stutters and he hesitates. He’s tried his best not to think of that possibility, that you’ll come back to him and this in time would be a funny memory. “I don’t have all the answers. But you’re not alone in this, okay? Even if it feels like it.”

You wanted to believe him. Despite everything, you could sense that Theo genuinely cared, even if he couldn’t give you the answers you desperately sought. You looked at him, your chest tightening with the mix of anger and sadness swirling inside you. “I just wish I knew what I was missing.”

Theo nodded slowly, his eyes heavy with the weight of things left unsaid. “When the time comes, I’ll tell you everything. I promise.”

For a moment, there was nothing but silence between you. The cool night air seemed to press down, the weight of your shared secrets hanging in the space between you.

Finally, you nodded, feeling a small sense of comfort in Theo’s promise, even if it couldn’t give you what you needed right now.

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bloodibambiidoll · 1 year ago

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ೀ Rafe Cameron Masterlist ೀ

✶ ALL WORKS ARE FEM!READER AND 18+ NO MINORS ✶

One shots:

White Rabbit

Rafe goes to Barry for help with his “pogue problem” but he gets more help than he bargained for when he meets Barry’s cousin in the most unsuspecting way. He can’t stay away from her, despite Barry’s protests, especially when she’s just as unhinged as he is. Takes place during season 2 episode 4 “Homecoming”

There’s No Such Thing As Purity

You and Rafe are childhood best friends and as far as he’s concerned you’re an innocent angel he needs to protect from the world. But he discovers a whole other side of you when you accidentally send him nudes that were meant for someone else.

Angel Face, Devil Thoughts

The first time Rafe Cameron saw you, he knew he had to have you. Whatever it takes. (Collab with my love @cameronwillow)

Run, Kitty, Run

When Rafe catches you touching yourself without his permission he decides to teach you a lesson you won’t forget. (Technically part 2 to this blurb but can be read as a standalone)

Baby’s Gotta Gun

You’ve been in a situationship with Rafe for over a year and when you show up to his party that he invited you to and there’s another girl all over him, you’ve finally had it.

Butterfly Fantasies ✶ Dad’s Best friend!Rafe ✶

You’ve been teasing Rafe for months and when he sees you flirting with another man, it’s his final straw.

After Midnight ✶MFF threesome ✶

You and your girlfriend have been playing a game of cat and mouse with Rafe for months and tonight you deicide it’s finally time for you to catch a mouse…

Nasty Girl ✶ Older!Rafe ✶

Rafe is an arrogant dick, over a decade older than you and your dad’s boss, you shouldn’t want anything to do with him. So why can’t you stay away?

Say It

You and Rafe both want to make your relationship official, but neither of you want to say it out loud.

Pray To Me

You’re a new nun at Father Cameron’s covent and he just can’t seem to get you out of his mind. He feels damn near possessed by you. But the problem is that you feel the same…

Buy Me Presents ✶ Boyfriends!Dad!Rafe ✶

Your boyfriend sucks. But his dad? Well, he’s not so bad…

Rafe And His Weird!Girl Masterlist

Blurbs જ⁀➴.

Car Sex With Goth!Baddie!Reader

Feeling his beard on your thighs while he goes down on you

Farmhand!Rafe x Farmer’s Daughter!Reader

Asking Rafe To Buy You A Collar

Frat!Rafe Washing Your Car

Rafe Giving You A Wedgie (you like it)

Sit On It

You’re So Annoying

Daddy’s Home

Sub!Rafe Headcanons

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malk1ns · 1 month ago

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december 21 @ devils, 3-0 loss

and what, exactly, was posted to the penguins youtube channel to cause the entire account to be terminated for violating terms and conditions?

Zhenya is making his escape down the tunnel at the Prudential Center when an arm reaches out and yanks him sideways into a side hallway.

“Hey,” he protests once he’s caught his balance up against the wall, frowning down at his assailant. It’s Jen, who never travels with the team anymore, and she’s got her arms crossed as she glares down the tunnel. “Jen, why you’re here? Almost kill me, like, what you do?”

“Oh, I didn’t do anything,” she mutters, but before Zhenya can ask for clarification she darts back out into the tunnel. When she returns, she’s got Sid firmly in hand, pinching him on his arm right where there’s no padded protection, and hard based on Sid’s wince.

Zhenya shrugs when Sid looks at him questioningly. He feels queasy, standing there in cowed silence with Sid as Jen ignores them in favor of stabbing furiously at her phone.

Jen really doesn’t travel with the team anymore, especially not for a quick overnight trip just a few hours away. Zhenya can’t even remember the last time she showed up unannounced like this.

“Mike, are you still there?” Jen says as she holds up her phone between the three of them. “Yeah, I’ve got Crosby and Malkin here. Sid, Geno, Mike from legal is on the phone.”

“Um,” Sid says, voice smoothed out to media-bland. Zhenya would chuckle if he weren’t so concerned. “Hi, Mike. Jen, what’s going on? We’ve got postgame and then the bus to the airport.”

“The team’s YouTube channel got taken down during the game tonight,” Jen says grimly. “For violating the platform’s terms and conditions. We got hacked, and whoever did it uploaded a video. We didn’t notice until we got the email that the account was terminated.”

No. Zhenya sways, hitting the wall with his back. When he looks to his side, Sid looks as pale and sick as Zhenya feels.

It’s not possible. It shouldn’t be possible. But Zhenya knows, deep in his gut, exactly what happened, what video it was the anonymous hacker put up.

“So,” Jen continues, eyes darting between the two of them, “is there anything you boys want to tell me?”

—

The video’s old, is the thing. You can tell from the very first frame, from the quality to the way Zhenya’s face looks, boyish and young still.

Young enough to record a sex tape with his new boyfriend without considering the consequences.

It’s not something either of them would do now, or ever had since. They repeat this over and over, to Jen and the growing phalanx of team lawyers that Mike keeps adding to the call—there’s only one video. Yes, they’re sure. Yes, they both knew that they were recording. No, they didn’t share it with anyone. No, they don’t know who has it, or why they’d post it now.

A few years ago, one of the hotels they stayed in for a roadie had an IT issue. The team found out later that their WiFi had been hacked. There had been a lawsuit, Zhenya remembers, something quiet and quick, and he and Sid had waited anxiously as days turned into weeks turned into months and the video never surfaced.

At the time, Zhenya figured neither his nor Sid’s computers got hit. He should have known that he wasn’t that lucky.

In the end, Jen doesn’t spend too much time lecturing them. There’s no point in scolding a pair of 22-year-olds that don’t exist anymore for making it in the first place, and when Zhenya hangs his head and apologizes for not telling her right away that someone could have accessed sensitive content, she softens. Plus, she and everyone else are more focused on what to do next.

The video hadn’t been up long, Zhenya learns. Just a few hours, really, but from what the team has been able to gather it had been watched a sickening number of times before the YouTube content team shut the whole account down. Sid had gone worryingly pale when someone on the line gave the number of views, and Zhenya reached for his hand, twining their fingers together and squeezing.

“Probably downloaded too,” Sid mutters, and Jen passes her hand over her face.

“We’ve got people checking social media, and…” she trails off, but Zhenya squares his shoulders and nods at her to continue. “Yeah, I mean. It’s everywhere. Not YouTube obviously, but Twitter, tumblr, even Instagram has some clips of it. There’s no way for us to stop it.”

Sid’s quiet for a long moment, but when he speaks it’s with his captain voice. “Alright. What do you want us to do?”

“Well, we’re working with YouTube to get the account back and see if they can help us track down who did it—we’ll press charges, of course, for stealing it in the first place and distributing it now. But now…you’re going to have to make a statement. Together, preferably, especially since…” She looks significantly down at where they’re still holding hands and sighs. “I wish you’d told me about this. Any of it, really. We could have made a plan. It’s not like you’re the only closeted gay men in pro sports. Half the teams in North America have contingency plans on file for shit like this.”

Before Zhenya can ask more questions, or even register a protest—he’s bi, not gay—Jen fixes them with a stern look. “You're going to say how shocked you are. You’re going to have to talk about how your private property was violated and something was stolen and distributed without your consent, and that you intend on pressing charges. And you’re going to have to apologize—genuinely, sincerely apologize—for the lack of judgment you showed in making the damn thing at all.”

She looks exhausted. Zhenya feels about two inches tall. “We can do at home?” he says, shifting in his skates. His feet are starting to feel uncomfortable in his damp socks. “Like, back in Pittsburgh, we do where it’s our rink?” Their media, he means—their reporters, the ones who have watched him and Sid grow up and feel kindly towards them, shield them when they can.

“You think I’d throw you to the wolves in some other arena?” Jen snaps, but she doesn’t really sound mad anymore. “Hell no. We’re getting you out of here as soon as we can, and you’re both to go straight home and stay there until we call you in tomorrow. We’ll have statements ready to review, and when you and your agents and whoever else are all comfortable, we’ll hold a presser.”

She looks between them, sagging a little. “I wish there was another way,” she says quietly. “Mike, anything else?”

The lawyers on the line all garble back something that must satisfy Jen, because she ends the call with a nod. “Okay,” she says, reaching out and patting their arms. “Go shower. Let’s get the fuck out of here.”

—

The flight home is dead silent. The entire team gives them space, but Kris and Rusty both stop by their seats to grimace sympathetically at them, and Karl passes up some of the candy he imports by the ton from Sweden and never shares with anyone.

Zhenya drove them to the airport, so he white-knuckles them back to Sewickley, heading on instinct to his house, tucked away in the woods and behind a guarded gate.

Sid hasn’t said a word since they got out of the locker room. He spent the entire flight bent over his phone, typing back and forth with Pat and JP so feverishly that Zhenya worried over his wrist. He looks calmer now though, staring out the window at the dark highways with one hand on Zhenya’s thigh as they make their way back, thumb moving in a steady, soothing circle over Zhenya’s sweatpants.

“It’ll be okay,” he says when they’re finally tucked into bed, curled together in the cool dark of the bedroom. “I mean. It’ll suck for a while. And I don’t…JP said that you might need to stay in North America this summer, just to let things cool off. But we’ll get through it.” His voice is steady and sure, and Zhenya lets it wash reassuringly over him.

“I stay at your cottage,” he says, tangling their legs together and pulling Sid closer. “Take me up to castle, like, we pretend we’re hookup like you used to do.”

“It’s not a castle, it’s the Citadel,” Sid sighs, and Zhenya grins in the dark. Sid’s so easy to annoy. “That’s your big idea? We get busted for making a porno and you want to follow it up with someone catching us out in public?”

Zhenya digs his fingers warningly into Sid’s waist, a barely-there threat to tickle that still makes Sid giggle and squirm in his arms. “It’s good tape,” he mutters. “People lucky to see, like, it’s very hot. Maybe they want sequel.”

“Glad you’re ready to laugh about it,” Sid grouses, but his voice is light as he tucks their bodies together. “Get some sleep. Tomorrow is going to be shit.”

“Watch video for reward at night,” Zhenya suggests, accepting the sharp jab to his belly with a grunt.

Sid didn’t say no, he notes as he drifts off.

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Single Dad!Eddie x Fem!ReaderSeries

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Summary: You're determined to figure out why Eddie hates you, and he's more determined to avoid you at any cost. But confrontations with Jeff and Wayne may have him reconsidering all of his choices--including the one to become a father. How long can he run from his demons before they catch up to him?

Warnings: angst, Eddie is really mean to Reader, mentions of drug dealing, mentions of Eddie's dad, Reader's grandma has Alzheimer's, slowburn, strangers to enemies to lovers, angst, Eddie is 30, Reader is 28, no use of y/n

WC: 5.9k

Chapter 2/20

Scruffy!Eddie edit credit to @eddiemunsons-missingnipple Divider credit to @saradika

“He called you what?” Jess screeches, and you have to pull the receiver from your ear to avoid losing your hearing. “Oh, he’s a dead man.”

You place the phone back between your shoulder and cheek so you can stir the pot of marinara sauce while talking to your friend. She’d called to ask about your first day of work, and of course you’d mentioned Eddie’s frigid bitch comment. “I shouldn’t have expected anything less from a grown man who promises to call and then basically drops off the face of the Earth,” you say, trying to keep your anger at bay. There’s murmuring in the background coming from a voice deeper than Jess’s. “Do you have company? Because we can talk later–”

“Nah, I’m just at Viv and Jeff’s place.” Before you can tell her not to say anything, you hear her spreading the news to her sister and future brother-in-law. The girl’s a sweetheart, but she spreads news faster than the New York Times.

There’s the sound of shuffling and the phone being exchanged between parties, followed by Jeff saying, “Please tell me that you’re joking.”

“About being called a frigid bitch? I’m afraid not,” you confirm with a terse chuckle, draining a pot of spaghetti into the colander. “But, honestly, it’s really not a big deal. I’ve been called worse.”

Jeff’s quiet for a moment before he replies. “He’s such an asshole. Christ.” You detect a note of sadness in his tone, almost grief, like he’s mourning someone he thought he knew.

“Look, I shouldn’t have called him out on that stupid Cat and Mouse thing,” you say. “I should’ve just let it go, put a smile on my face, and acted civilly. I only said it to piss him off, and it worked.”

“No, this is more than you,” Jeff protests, letting out an exasperated sigh. “He never used to be like this. He used to actually be a great guy.” It sounds like he has more to say, but he just blurts out, “I gotta go,” and quickly hands the phone back to Jess.

The two of you talk for a few more minutes until the sauce on the stove starts to bubble, indicating that dinner’s ready.

“Grandma,” you call out, “it’s dinnertime!”

Your grandma pads out of her bedroom, hair disheveled even though you’d just combed through it this morning, and wrinkles her nose. “Not hungry,” she mutters, crossing her arms over her chest.

“Well, you gotta eat so you can take your medicine,” you tell her, keeping your tone even and patient, “otherwise, you’ll feel sick. C’mon, you love pasta.”

“I don’t have to take any goddamn medicine,” she snaps, scowling at the three pills at her table setting. “These aren’t even mine.”

Well, then, whose are they? Do you think I robbed a Rite Aid? You want to snap, but you bite back the retort. “Yes, Grandma, they are. This one,” you point to a small, white pill, “is for your blood pressure. And this one,” you point to a larger yellow one, “is your multivitamin, and this little yellow one is for, um…” you hesitate, “for Alzheimer's.”

“I don’t have Alzheimer’s!” Grandma shouts, swiping the pills to the ground. They fall with a clatter, bouncing underneath the table. “And I’m not eating shit.” She storms off to her room, muttering a slew of swear words under her breath.

You take a deep breath, feeling the oxygen fill your lungs. This isn’t the first time she’s had an outburst like this, and you know to just leave dinner on the stove, and she’ll come and eat in a few minutes when she forgets that she’s “not hungry.” In the meantime, you pick up the fallen medication and place them back on her napkin before digging into your own bowl of spaghetti.

Sure enough, she joins you about fifteen minutes later, exclaiming that “something smells good,” and eating her dinner happily. She only asks you twice where you’re from and when you’re leaving, but your heart still sinks with each question. The grandma who never missed a birthday and brought your favorite candy when she visited had all but been erased by a vicious disease. All you can do now is keep her safe and enjoy the brief moments when she’s smiling.

There’s only silence when Eddie shows up at Gareth’s house after dropping Harris at Wayne’s trailer. He’s usually greeted by the sound of everyone warming up and tuning their instruments. For a second, he thinks that he has the wrong night, or he forgot that they canceled practice, but he finds the guys sitting in Gareth’s garage. They all look up guiltily when they hear him walk in.

“Who died?” Eddie asks with a nervous laugh, shoving his hands in his pockets and shifting his weight from one foot to the other. “Seriously, guys, what’s going on?”

Gareth bites his lip, wordlessly turning to Jeff. Eddie stiffens a bit at the silent shift to Jeff’s newfound leadership. Since when does Gareth look to Jeff to speak up?

“Ed, we need to talk with you,” Jeff says, sitting up a bit taller. “We, uh, we think Corroded Coffin needs a bit of hiatus.”

Eddie crosses his arms over his chest and gives a disbelieving snort. “Oookay,” he says sardonically. “And why are you telling me that we should break up the band I founded?” He walks closer to his bandmates, challenging them with the fury behind his eyes.

“It’s not fun for us anymore, man,” Danny admits. “This is supposed to be something we do to relax, blow off some steam and get a break from the real world. But lately, it’s been more of a chore.”

“A chore?” Eddie echoes, scoffing loudly. “What the hell does that even mean?”

Jeff stands up, ready to bulldoze through whatever counterattack Eddie concocts. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but you’re a miserable person to be around. When you first moved back, when Harris was a newborn, we figured it was just a lack of sleep. But your kid’s four now, Munson,” Jeff says pointedly, “and you’re still a dick.”

“You’ve gotta be fuckin’ kidding me,” Eddie mutters with an incredulous laugh. “Let me get this straight: I have a couple of bad days, and you shut shit down? Without even talking to me about it first?”

This ignites a spark in Jeff, and he puffs out his chest and takes another step towards Eddie. “You wanna talk about it? Fine; we’ll talk. What should we start with, hm? The way you can never be happy for any of us unless it benefits you? The way you act like an immature teenager, selling drugs instead of getting a real job? The way you treat women like they’re disposable?” He looks Eddie dead in the eyes and says curtly, “I heard about your little ‘frigid bitch’ comment. And at her job, too. Real nice.”

“Why do you care whether or not I still sell? Or how I treat women?” Eddie shoots back. “Did I get you in trouble with your old lady or something?”

“That’s the other thing,” There’s no mistaking the bitterness seeping from Jeff’s pores. “I tell you–one of my oldest, closest friends–that I’m getting married and having a baby with the love of my life, and you couldn’t be bothered to give a shit.”

Eddie feels his mouth dry up, knowing that everything Jeff’s said is true; he clears his throat and tries to play it off. “You cool with this, Gareth?” he asks the drummer, hoping no one caught the waver in his voice.

Gareth can’t even let his gaze meet Eddie’s as he mumbles, “I used to look up to you, man. You were my honest-to-God hero. But now, I…I don’t want to be like you anymore.”

The confession is a total knockout; Eddie stumbles back as though he’s actually been punched in the gut. “Whatever. You can all choke for all I care.” He slings his guitar case back over his shoulder and starts towards his car.

“Let us know when you decide to grow up,” Jeff calls out. Eddie just flips him off, slamming the car door and speeding down the road.

Fuck them, he thinks, barreling through a stop sign without even noticing. Who the fuck do they think they are; breaking up the band because they don’t like my attitude? They didn’t mind my attitude when it protected them from all the assholes at school, or when it got them into clubs when they were underage. But now they’re complaining about it? Fucking pricks.

As he turns into the trailer park entrance, a thought occurs to him: how the hell did Jeff know that I called her a “frigid bitch” at work? What did she do, call him up and snitch on me? Trying to ruin my life all because I didn’t call her? He grips the steering wheel even tighter, throwing the car in park and stomping out to Wayne’s trailer. He knocks impatiently, as though he’s been kept waiting.

“What are you doing back so soon?” Wayne asks, concern written all over his face. “And why do you look like you’re about to punch a wall–Jesus, Ed, take a breather.”

“They kicked me out of the band,” he mutters through gritted teeth, walking over to where Harris is eating a bowl of macaroni and cheese in front of the TV and sitting down next to him, pressing a kiss to his curly hair. “Gave me some BS about taking a break, how I make all of them miserable, blah blah blah.”

“What’s ‘BS’?” Harris pipes up with a mouthful of cheesy pasta, but Eddie just mumbles, “don’t worry about it,” under his breath, and the boy goes back to watching a rerun of The Flintstones.

Wayne sighs, scratching at the scruff of his beard. “They said that you make them miserable?” he asks, wincing slightly. He knew that his nephew’s demeanor had changed considerably over the years; what was once teenage cynicism had slowly morphed into a constant state of anger and unhappiness. Wayne thought maybe it was just in his head, or just around him, but if Eddie’s best friends noticed it, too, it was more serious than he’d initially thought.

“More or less,” Eddie chuckles tersely. “And then they threw something in there about my–my job, about how I, um, pursue lots of different women, how I don’t support their choices when we all know it’ll take away from the band.”

“Support their choices?” Wayne echoes.

“Jeff’s girl is having a baby, and he wants to marry her,” Eddie explains, biting his thumbnail as he shakes his head incredulously. “So he’s gonna have less time for Corroded Coffin. How are we supposed to make something of ourselves if he’s gonna flake?”

“I don’t know if that’s flaking–”

“I mean, let me get this straight,” Eddie interrupts, standing up to pace. “Jeff’s a goddamn superhero for knocking someone up and taking time away from the band, but I’m the one who’s ruining it for everyone? Because I actually act like a rockstar?”

“Well, Rockstar,” Wayne crosses his arms over his chest angrily, “have you ever stopped to consider that maybe they’re right? Stopped to think about how your actions impact them? How would you feel if Jeff berated you for wanting to start a life with someone you care about?” He pauses for a moment, glancing at his grandson. “I’m not saying you have to get married or settle down, but if you aren’t gonna have a maternal figure in your boy’s life, you should at least show him how to respect women.”

Eddie snorts, grabbing his keys from his pocket and walking towards the door. “Like how women respected me? How all the girls at school called me a ‘freak’ or a ‘loser’?”

“You’re not in high school anymore!” Wayne shouts, snapping Harris from his Fred Flintstone-induced daze. “You’re a grown-ass man! With a kid! And if you spend the rest of your life jumping from girl to girl because of how you were treated fifteen years ago, you’re gonna continue to be one miserable son-of-a-b–gun.”

Ignoring his uncle’s rebuttal, Eddie waves Harris over. “C’mon, Har-Bear. We gotta get home. Say good-bye to Grampa Wayne”

“Ed, you don’t have to–”,

“I’m really not interested in what you, or anyone else, has to say about my life,” he snaps, taking Harris’s empty bowl and tossing it in the sink with a clatter. “I’m doing the best I can; my kid is fed and clothed, and the lights and water are on in my place. Harris, I said, let’s go.” He takes his son’s hand and walks him to the car.

“Daddy!” Harris whines as Eddie buckles him into his carseat. “I didn’t get to say goodbye to Grampa Wayne!”

Eddie lets out an exasperated sigh. “It’s okay, bud. We just gotta get home. Grampa understands.”

Harris bursts into tears, screaming and wailing at the top of his lungs. “I! WANT! GRAMPA!” he shrieks, kicking the back of Eddie’s seat over and over. “I don’t like you anymore, Daddy! You’re mean!”

Eddie tries to ignore the sting of Harris’s insult, reminding himself that he’s just a kid, but the words are like a thorn in his side. “I’m mean?”

“Mhm,” Harris says with another heaving sob. He tries to catch his breath between his words. “You…m-made…Grampa Wayne…yell. A-And th-then you…didn’t let me…say…goodbye!”

A dull ache thumps behind Eddie’s frontal lobe. “I’m sorry, Har. I should’ve let you say goodbye. We can call him when we get home, and you can say goodbye then.”

This seems to quell Harris’s tantrum, and his soft hiccups slowly fade out as he drifts off to sleep. Eddie gingerly unbuckles his seatbelt and lifts him. There will be a day where he won’t be able to lift him anymore, but he can’t bear the idea right now.

He carries his son up the three flights of stairs and places him in his tiny race car bed. Eddie’s frameless mattress is right next to it, and he lays down and watches Harris’s chest expand and contract with each little breath. His bow-shaped lips are slightly pursed, and there’s a smudge of dried mucus under his nose, a remnant from when he was crying earlier. Eddie makes a mental note to wash off his face before he goes to school tomorrow.

School—the thought of seeing you, really—had his stomach twisting in knots. Everything was fine until you waltzed into town, getting so bent out of shape over a one-night stand that you ratted him out to his bandmate. And now he looks like the asshole.

He’ll sort it out tomorrow. He’ll march into the school and ask for—no, demand—that Harris is transferred to another classroom. And then he’ll never have to deal with you again.

“I’m sorry, but all of the classes are full.”

Eddie raps his fingertips on the school secretary’s desk impatiently. “They’re…full?” He sputters, unable to believe his shitty luck. “Nah, there’s gotta be space for him somewhere. Can you check again?”

The secretary peers up at him over her coke-bottle glasses and rolls her eyes. “Mr. Munson, in order to remain in compliance with Indiana state standards, we are allowed a maximum of ten students per class. All of our classes already have ten students.”

“For fuck’s sake,” he hisses, pinching the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger. “Can’t we just swap him with a kid from another class? He can have their teacher and they can have his.”

“If a student from a different classroom moves or requests a transfer, we can discuss allowing Harris to switch. For now, we can just make a note of it in his file and let you know if that opportunity arises.”

Harris looks at his dad with a puzzled expression. “But, Daddy, I like my teacher! She’s really nice and she doesn’t get mad at me if I forget the rules.”

Heat creeps into Eddie’s face as he feels the secretary’s glare–a mixture of bewilderment and irritation that he’s wasting her time with his asinine request. He gives a resigned sigh and takes Harris’s hand as he walks him towards the classroom.

“Have a great day, Har-Bear!” he says, feigning enthusiasm as they reach the door. “I’ll see you later, okay?”

Harris frowns. “You’re not gonna walk me inside like tomorrow?”

Eddie pauses for a second, brows pinching together in confusion before he realizes what Harris means. “You mean yesterday?” Eddie corrects him, the corners of his lips tugging into a small smile at his son’s error. “I, uh, I think it’s better if I just stay out here.”

He waits for the impending tantrum, but to his surprise, Harris just shrugs and says, “Okay, bye!” and swings the door open, backpack bouncing as he speedruns into the room excitedly. Eddie can hear your voice, calm and patient, saying, “Harris, we use our walking feet in the classroom,” and his son replying with a chipper, “Oh, yeah! Sorry!”

He’s halfway down the hallway when you call out, “Mr. Munson?”

“Ya?” He stops walking, but doesn’t bother to turn around and face you. He stares at a bulletin board that reads Welcome Back to School in glittery red cut-out letters. Framing the message are little cardboard apples, each with a student’s name written on them in permanent marker. He spots the one that says Harris in the top left corner, and an unfamiliar twinge of pride sets in his chest.

“I need you to sign Harris in,” you say, trying to keep your tone as even as you do with your students. “It’s school policy.”

“Christ on a cracker,” Eddie grumbles under his breath, spinning back on his heels to head back to the room. So much for avoiding you. You’re standing outside the door, and he immediately notices the way your maroon pants hug your curves in all the right places. If only her personality was as pleasant as her ass, he thinks bitterly, dragging his gaze to the clipboard in your hand. “I didn’t have to do this yesterday.”

“It was the first day of school. I forgot,” you admit. You’re not exactly sure why you’re giving him so much ammunition; perhaps it was the way he just conspicuously drank in the sight of you. “Kinda crazy around here.” You will yourself to shut up, practically clamping your lips together so you’ll stop talking.

Eddie scoffs, yanking the clipboard from your grasp. “Well, aren’t you Teacher of the Year,” he sneers, clicking the pen and scribbling his signature next to Harris’s name before jabbing the sheet back at you.

Ignoring his insult, you force yourself to make eye contact as you inform him, “You’ll need to come back in later to sign him out.”

He bites back an irritated laugh, shoving his hands in the pockets of his torn black jeans. He’s equipped with another comment ready to launch at you, one related to your rendezvous a week earlier, but he stops when he sees Harris tugging on the hem of your shirt with urgency.

“What if I’m with my new teacher?” he asks innocently, eyes wide with concern.

“What new teacher, honey?” you ask, crouching down to his level. “You mean Mr. Will?”

Harris shakes his head fervently. “Daddy asked the lady at the desk if I could have a new teacher instead of you.”

You expect Eddie to be embarrassed by his son’s candidness, but he doesn’t even appear to be fazed. “It was your idea, Sweetheart,” he says with a sly grin. “I’m only making good on my word.”

“Well, look at you, keeping your promises,” you bite back instinctively, silently cursing yourself for snapping at him when you’re on the clock. He might be a total asshole, but he’s Harris’s dad first. At least while you’re at work. You turn your attention back to the little boy. “I’m sorry if we confused you, Harris. I’m your teacher, okay?”

Harris nods slowly, indicating that he doesn’t quite understand what’s happening, but he doesn’t press the issue further. His gaze flits between you and his father. “Why’d you call her ‘Sweetheart’?” he questions Eddie. “Are you boyfriend and girlfriend?”

Eddie nearly chokes on his own tongue. “Absolutely not,” he insists at the same time that you chime in with a firm, “no.”

“Then why–”

“It’s a nickname,” Eddie interrupts before Harris can say anything else. “Like how I call you ‘Har-Bear,’ or how I call Grampa Wayne ‘Old Man.’”

“Oh.” Harris chews on the answer before seemingly accepting it, giggling when he thinks of the way his grandpa grimaces at the name ‘Old Man.’. He smiles up at you. “Can I call you Sweetheart, too?”

You smile back at him, ruffling his curly hair. “That’s Ms. Sweetheart to you,” you tease, but as a four-year-old, he doesn’t pick up on your sarcasm.

“Okay, Ms. Sweetheart!” he laughs, and he mimics your movements and ruffles your hair right back before you stand up. How is this kid so precious when his dad is a complete and utter douchebag?

“Well,” Eddie says finally, crossing his arms over his chest, “I won’t forget about signing him out when I pick him up.”

“Try to get here on time today,” you retort, guiding Harris over to where Will is playing with the other students. “Really makes my job easier when the parents do what they’re supposed to do.”

He walks away with a haughty laugh. “Bold of you to assume I’d want to make anything easier for you.”

The rest of Eddie’s morning proceeds as normal. He picks up the product from Rick’s place and gives him his cut of what he made yesterday. Carefully separating it into small baggies, he delivers to his usuals: the guys who work down on the loading dock, the supergenius stoner who allegedly works as some top government official, the young teacher at Hawkins High who, more than once, has paid for her share with decent head behind the football field. Of course, Eddie keeps a bit hidden away for himself. Whoever coined the phrase don’t get high on your own supply never had a seemingly never-ending stash of weed.

He arrives back at his apartment just before noon, ready to crash on the couch and watch some mind-numbing TV. Opening the door, he kicks off his muddy sneakers to find his uncle sitting on the couch, twiddling his thumbs anxiously.

“Jesus, Wayne!” Eddie shouts, putting a hand to his chest. Giving him a key to the place suddenly didn’t seem like such a great idea. “Scared the shit outta me. What’re you doing here? Don’t you have work?”

“Took the day off,” Wayne explains, reaching for the manila envelope that he’s placed on the cushion next to him. “Had, uh, an appointment.”

Based on the serious look on his face, Eddie assumes he’s talking about a doctor, and the blood drains from his face at the thought of Wayne battling a terminal illness. “Shit, you okay? Are you sick?”

“Sit down, Eddie.” He hands him the envelope without another word. Eddie does what he says, flipping up the edges of the silver fastener and taking out a small stack of stapled papers. He scans the documents, expecting to see some kind of medical test results. Instead, his eyes widen as he reads the opening lines:

TEMPORARY CUSTODY AGREEMENT:

I, EDWARD JOHN MUNSON, the custodial parent of the following child(ren): HARRIS WAYNE MUNSON, do hereby give custody to WAYNE ALBERT MUNSON.

“What the hell is this?” Eddie snarls, clenching his fists and crumpling the papers. “Are you trying to take my kid away from me? Is this some kind of sick revenge because of our fight yesterday?”

Wayne shakes his head. “Ed, this has nothing to do with what happened yesterday. I’ve had this meeting with the lawyer for a while now.” He lets out a long, tired sigh. “When you got arrested a couple months ago, it made me realize how much I was turnin’ a blind eye to your…business.”

“You mean when Hopper let me off with a warning?” Eddie reminds him. He rolls his eyes impatiently, but his bouncing leg gives away how nervous he is to have this conversation. “The Chief isn’t gonna let anyone lock me up just for selling pot. I won’t sell the hard shit anymore, and Rick knows that.”

But the older man presses on, ignoring his nephew’s rebuttal. “When your dad got arrested, I was lucky that the state gave you to me instead of sticking you in foster care. But we were both twenty-odd years younger; I don’t know they’d be so willing to let an old man take care of a four-year-old without it in writing.”

The mention of his father has Eddie seeing red. “I’m not my dad.” he spits. “My dad didn’t fucking take me to school. Couldn’t even be bothered to make sure I had everything I needed. Food, water, shelter? That piece of shit didn’t give a rat’s ass.”

“But he did sell drugs. And that’s how he got busted,” Wayne points out, voice rising a bit. “And Hopper’s nearly as old as I am. He’s gonna be retiring soon; we can’t keep countin’ on him to cover for you.” His eyes are misty with tears as he says, “all I want is for Harris to have the same kind of protection that you had. Just until you get a job that doesn’t put you at odds with the law. It’s all temporary, see?” He motions to the first bolded word at the top of the document.

But Eddie’s too enraged to care, tearing up the papers and letting them fall to the floor like legal confetti. “I’ve gotta go,” he hisses, grabbing his keys so quickly that they clatter among the sea of document scraps. “You should go, too.”

“I could get you some work at the plant,” Wayne offers meekly. It’s not the first time he’s extended the opportunity, but he figures it’s worth a shot. “Just somethin’ while you look for what you really wanna–”

“I said, leave!” Eddie shouts. “I don’t need you poking your nose in my life anymore. My life works for me, and it works for Harris, and there’s no reason to turn everything upside down.”

“You think his dad gettin’ thrown in prison won’t turn his life upside down?!” Wayne snaps, finally unloading everything onto Eddie. “You think being torn away from the people he loves won’t hurt him? I’d do anything to keep that boy safe, just like I did for you, you ungrateful sonofabitch.”

Eddie’s response flies off of his tongue before he can bite it back. “And look how that turned out for me.”

A pained expression crosses Wayne’s face, but he recovers quickly. “I’ll always love you, Ed. No matter what.” He pauses. “But I don’t like who you are anymore. Ever since you moved back here, all you’ve done is push away the people who care about you.” He starts towards the door before briefly turning back. “When you’re ready to let people in, to be happy again, you let me know.”

Eddie scoops up his keys and flings open the door, letting it slam behind him. His fingers tremble as he fumbles for the pack of cigarettes in his back pocket. It takes a few tries before he can steady his hands enough to light one, and he inhales deeply to try and calm his nerves. How could Wayne possibly think that Harris wasn’t safe with him? After everything Eddie had sacrificed for his son; the dreams he gave up, the life he let go of…

Did anyone actually believe that he still wanted to be here, in Hawkins, the town bursting with haunting memories? Every time he drove near the high school, he could practically hear the echoing taunts of freak and loser emanating from its hallowed halls. No; he was only here because he couldn’t raise a kid alone. Apparently, Wayne thought he was incapable altogether.

He goes through another three cigarettes on the ride to the preschool, snuffing out the last one with the toe of his scuffed Vans outside the entrance.

“I need to sign out my son, Harris Munson,” he tells the secretary, who gives him a bemused glare. “Family emergency.”

The secretary nods, picking up the phone without taking her eyes off of Eddie, as though she’s concerned that he’ll bolt if she lets him out of her sight. He hears her relaying the message that Harris’s dad is here to pick him up early, but he’s too busy pacing back and forth to eavesdrop for a response.

All he can think about is how it would feel to sign those papers, basically admitting defeat. Admitting that he couldn’t handle fatherhood. Just because he stepped up when Harris’s mom wasn’t able to be a parent didn’t mean he was a good dad. It just meant he stuck around.

Maybe his presence in Harris’s life was doing more harm than good.

“Mr. Munson?” Your voice draws him out of his rumination. You’re holding a now-empty Tupperware that once contained a salad; dressing smeared on the inside, and your eyes hold nothing but concern. Nothing in your body language demonstrates any sort of contempt, and Eddie has to wonder how bad he looks for you to not hate him, even briefly. “Is everything okay?”

It’s then that he realizes that his lip is bleeding from biting it so hard, and his cheeks are wet with tears.

“Don’t you have a classroom of kids to watch?” he sneers, watching as you wince. “Really vying for that Teacher of the Year spot, aren’t ya?”

“It’s my lunch break…” you start before realizing that you have no need to defend yourself to him. “Why are you so mean to me?” You keep your tone as hushed as possible, not wanting to attract any unwanted listeners. “Seriously, what did I do to you?”

“Besides ruin my life?”

You scoff incredulously, annoyance creeping back into your posture. For some reason, this bothers Eddie less than seeing you worried about him. “What are you talking about?”

“Your little gossip session with Jeff?” he spits back. “The one where you told him I called you a frigid bitch? Or maybe the one where you painted me to be some asswipe womanizer all because I didn’t call you?” He rakes his fingers through his long brown curls. “I have no one now; are you happy? Christ, you’ve lived in this goddamn town for two minutes and you’ve managed to turn my best friends against me.”

“I didn’t do shit,” you fume, whispering the last word in case children are passing by. “I told Jess, and I didn’t know she was at her sister’s place. And the only reason Jeff even knew about our night together was because I needed a ride after you basically kicked me out of your apartment.”

“You weren’t supposed to sleep over,” he murmurs so softly, you can barely hear him.

“Why not? What would’ve been so bad about that?”

He doesn’t have the chance to answer–or come up with a half-hearted excuse–before Harris is flinging himself into his legs, wrapping his arms around his waist in a tight hug. “Daddy! Mr. Will said I’m going home, but none of my friends are going home.”

Eddie scoops up his son, resting him on his hip. “That’s because you and I are having a super-special, super-secret Daddy-Son Day at the zoo!” he whispers in his ear, and Harris beams in response. Eddie’s own father never took him out of school and brought him on fun outings. The only time he got out early was when they were on the run from the cops or evading an eviction notice over unpaid rent. Zoo trips? Unheard of. So there, Wayne.

“Have fun!” you chirp, swallowing your anger for Harris’s sake, and for your own. “I can’t wait to hear all about it, Harris.” You rub his back gently and walk back to your classroom. Like most of your encounters with Eddie Munson, you leave with more questions than answers.

“Daddy, look at that!” Harris shouts happily, pointing to a flamingo stretching and flapping its pink wings. “Look how fluffy it is!”

Eddie squints in the sun to get a better view. “Yeah,” he agrees with a laugh, squeezing Harris’s hand. “Fluffy like a teddy bear.”

Harris frowns, eyebrows furrowing in confusion. “No, Daddy. That’s a bird, not a bear.”

“You’re right,” Eddie says, trying to hold back his laughter. “You’re really learnin’ a lot in school, huh?”

“Mhm,” Harris says, leading his dad to the next exhibit. A hippo pops its head out of the water and glances around curiously before lowering back down. “Ms. Sweetheart is the bestest teacher ever! She sings songs, an’ reads to us, an’ she’s even helping me write my name!”

At the mention of your inadvertent nickname, Eddie’s jaw clenches. It’s my own stupid fault for bringing up school, he thinks bitterly, but brushes past it. “Are you having fun on our Daddy-Son Day?”

“Most fun ever!” Harris jumps up and down with each syllable. “Did you and Grampa Wayne do Daddy-Son days?”

Eddie shakes his head. “Har, remember? Grampa Wayne is actually my uncle, not my dad.”

“Oh, yeah,” Harris says, slowing his pace slightly. “But he was kinda like your dad, right? He took care of you like he’s your dad?”

“Y-Yeah,” Eddie nods. “Yeah, he took care of me like a dad.”

“Where is your dad? Why didn’t he take care of you?”

“He, um, he couldn’t,” Eddie offers lamely. “He didn’t know how to be a dad. So Grampa Wayne decided to raise me.” As he says the words, he feels sick. He’s tried so hard not to be like his old man–his biological one–and yet he’d basically become a carbon copy. Just a guy in way over his head, failing to be the man his son needed him to be. “You know I love you, right?”

“I know,” Harris chirps happily. “Daddy?”

“Yeah?”

“Can we go see the penguins now?”

“Sure thing, bud.”

On the way back from the zoo, with Harris nodding off in the backseat after the self-proclaimed “best day of his life,” Eddie pulls into the record store parking lot. It’s changed quite a bit since his younger years, but the music selection is still the best this town has to offer. He peruses their metal section, a snoozing Harris resting his cheek against his chest. Plucking a few cassettes from the bin, he places them on the counter and digs into his back pocket for his wallet. A handwritten HELP WANTED sign catches his eye.

“You guys hiring?” he asks the bored teenager behind the register.

“Yup,” comes the monotone reply, not making eye contact as he rings up the tapes.

Eddie waits a beat before continuing. “Is there an application or something?” The cashier pulls a sheet of paper from behind the sign and hands it to him. “Cool. I’ll drop it off tomorrow.” Eddie takes the bag of cassettes and shuffles back towards the car.

The application feels like it’s staring at him from where he’s set it on the passenger seat. The idea of being a minimum wage employee makes him cringe; it’ll probably take him weeks to earn what he makes in a day for Rick. He glances in the rearview mirror at his peacefully sleeping son.

“Only for you, Har-Bear.”

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thebubblesareevil · 2 years ago

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Family is more than just a word. It means something…

After his “mortal” death, Chronos watched as his children lived their lives, causing chaos among the realms. He watched, and he mourned. He blamed himself, his actions towards his children as the cause of such tragedies. He watched as his children fought and killed, loved and hated, and eventually died. Some joined him in the infinite realms, their forms forever altered. For those who remained he watched… his granddaughter was still new when he first met her.

She was practicing skipping stones on a lake deep in the forest. She was angry that she was not allowed to train with the other warriors. She was too young, or so her mother claimed. After one particularly epic failure she was startled at the sound of laughter from the tree above her. She spun around, stone raised, ready to attack, she scanned the trees searching for the source… There! She threw the stone with all her strength. The blue figure did not move, only catching the stone in its hand before smiling at her.

“That’s quite an arm you’ve got there.” It said. She let out an angry growl.

“IDENTIFY YOURSELF!” She shouted, the intruder just sat there. It’s long purple cape draping down around it’s perch on the branch, it’s blue skin glowing from the light breaching the leaves. It tilted its head, to the side.

“What are you doing all the way out here, shouldn’t you be back home with the others?” She crossed her arms in a huff.

“I’m training of course, I’m going to a great warrior.” She froze for a moment before pointing an accusing finger towards the stranger. “You didn’t answer my question!” It laughed at her, further angering the young child. “What’s so funny?!” She asked stomping her foot.

“I don’t recall you ever asking a question my dear.” The child froze thinking for a moment, before her eyes widened and a slight blush of embarrassment covered her cheeks. She puffed up her cheeks and asked her question.

“Who are you? And what are you doing here?” The being hummed.

“Those are pretty big questions, for someone so small” the girl gave an indignant shout, ready to protest her size. The intruder looked her in the eye, two red orbs glowing with power. She froze.

“I think I will save the question of who I am for a later time. As for the reason I why I am here… I came to see you my dear.” The girl took a step back, one of the first lessons she was taught was when to fight and when to run. She didn’t think either would help in this instance as the intruder gently glided to the ground, it’s boots not making a sound as it stepped on the leaves below. She gulped.

“There’s no need to be afraid, I wish you no harm.” It made its way over to the waters edge before bending over to pick up a stone. “It only seemed like you might like some help, there’s a trick to a proper skip after all.” It threw the stone and her jaw dropped as it skipped its way to the other side of the lake.

“That was amazing! How did you do that?!” She looked up at the stranger in awe. It smiled gesturing a hand for her to come closer. The girl didn’t know how much time had passed, it felt like hours before she managed an impressive 7 skips before her stone sank. She let out a joyous laugh, hugging her stranger. It wrapped its arms around her, before whispering in her ear.

“I must go now, my dear. But I promise I will return, after all family sticks together.” She let go of her stranger intending to ask what they meant but they were gone. She frantically looked around for the being until she heard a shout.

“Diana! Come child! It’s time for lunch!” Diana looked around one more time before rushing to her mothers side.

“What we’re you doing out there darling?” Diana opened her mouth, intending to tell her mother all about the strange intruder. She stopped.

“Just skipping stones, I managed to get 7 whole skips!” Her mother smiled.

“That’s quite impressive, you’ll have to show me later on” Diana gave her mother a wide grin.

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Chronos watched as his granddaughter make her way back to her home with a sad smile upon his face. He knew what was in store for her, of the intense training in the coming years. She reminded him so much of her father. The smile slipped from his face. He would not let her story unfold as his did. There was little he could do without jeopardizing the future, but he would do what he could.

He won’t let her turn into a weapon. He won’t let her be used.

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Years passed before her stranger appeared again. Once more she was skipping stones on the lake, though she a bit bigger than she was last time.

Diana froze when she heard the sound of footsteps approach from behind. Diana sighed.

“I know what you are going to say sister, but I won’t take back my words. She Alcibie cheated and you know it.”

“Hmmm, those are rather bold accusations don’t you think?” Replied a voice, one from a memory long passed. She quickly spun around.

“You!… you’re real… I thought…” the intruder, a man, if you recalls her lessons correctly. She takes a fighting stance. “It doesn’t matter what I thought, you are an intruder, and you will identify yourself!” She commands, drawing the sword at her side.

The man tilts his head, completely ongoing the blade he makes his way to the edge of the lake. Just as before he bent down and picked up a stone. Diana growled in frustration.

“No games this time! Answer me!” He looked back.

“How can I answer you if you have not asked your question? Besides I think there is something else on your mind today.” Diana slowly lowered her blade with a huff.

“And what business is it of yours? My mind is my own. Tell me how you made it through the protections!”

“How indeed?” He said, tossing the stone across the lake, just as before. “Now what troubles you my dear?” Diana eased her stance, but did not lower her blade.

“What business is it of yours?” He shrugged.

“Curiosity, nothing more my dear.” He turned to face her “you can lower your blade. If I wished you harm, I would have done so when we met last, when you did not carry a blade” Diana huffed, lowering her blade. He handed her a stone, perfect for skipping.

They stayed like that for what felt like hours, but it couldn’t be, as the sun barely moved. Eventually Diana grew frustrated and threw a stone so hard it flew to the middle of the lake, not once touching the water until it sank.

“She cheated” she stated “she cheated and she didn’t even hide it. Such an act is dishonorable for a warrior of themascyra.”

“Is that so?” He asked

“Of course!” She shot back “she knew she was going to lose and she took the cowards way out and cheated!” He calmly looked over at her, tilting his head just so. Diana blushed, embarrassed at her outburst.

“Is it so cowardly to do what it takes to live?” He looked towards the horizon “Have you been told the story of the mad titan?” Diana thought for a moment, nodding.

“The titan Kronos went mad with the knowledge that one of his children would kill him, to stop this he ate them. In the end he was outsmarted by Zeus and killed in the war against his children” She explained.

“But he cheated, didn’t he? He escaped the titans grasp because his mother fed her husband stones instead.” He said with a deep sadness in his voice “It was through trickery that he defeated the mad titan, doesn’t that make him a coward?” He asked. “He even had back up, don’t you think he should have fought his father one on one?”

“Of course not! But that’s completely different!”

“Is it?” He asked

“Of course! He was faced with impossible odds! Kronos was a titan!”

“I see, so trickery is allowed when faced with an opponent stronger than you.” He surmised.

“Exactly!” Diana paused “oh…but she wasn’t facing an impossible enemy, she was facing her student.”

“What was the purpose of this fight? Was it to test your skill? Or was it to teach you?” He asked.

“We fight everyday, it was just a normal spar, but this time she completely changed her approach. I had the upper hand and she…” Diana paused.

“And she increased the difficulty.” He smiled “Take heart my dear, it means you’re improving.” He looked up at the sky “I do believe our time is up, return to your teacher.” Diana nodded, she turned to head back before pausing.

“You never did tell me who you are.” She said as she turned back but once more he was gone. Suddenly she heard the sounds of the forest, she didn’t notice before… how quiet it was.

Diana tucked that information away, in the meantime she needed to apologize to her teacher.

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And so it went that through the years whenever Diana’s frustrations grew too great, or she simply needed a moment away, she would go to the lake and skip stones with her friend. It was peaceful, until it wasn’t and one day when a man breached the shores of themascyra Diana learned the truth of her birth. She journeyed to the world of men and fell in love, in that time away from her mother, away from the pressures of the throne, she thought of her friend and she remembered.

He called her family… but he was not Zeus.

She began to think of every interaction they had, trying to find a clue as to his identity and the more she thought about it, only one thing came to mind.

No matter how long they talked, no matter how much time they spent at that lake, only moments passed when she returned.

She finally had her answer, she wished she didn’t.

So after they won the war Diana went out one night and found a lake. She sat down, and waited, it didn't take long. She felt foolish for not noticing it before... the sudden silence from the world around her any time he appeared. She sighed looking up at the moon as they sat in silence.

"So you finally have your answer." Diana nodded. "Speak your mind child."

"You are Kronos, father of the Gods, what do you want from me? I won't help you. I won't betray humanity to further your madness." He sighed.

"Long before I was father of the Gods I was time itself, Chronos, and in death I returned to my true form." He looks at Diana with a sad smile "Madness is a disease of the flesh, something I am distinctly lacking these days." As though to emphasize his point, his legs vanished, replaced by a wispy tail. "Before the madness took me I greatly desired to be a father, perhaps it was my greed that led me to you. A granddaughter, untainted my sins." Diana clenched her fists. Chronos frowned.

"I will leave if that is your desire, what I wanted from you was a family. That is not something that can be accomplished through force." Diana stood, turning to face the Titan.

"I don't know if I will ever trust you again, knowing what I do now. You have done me no harm in the years I have known you... I will not promise anything, all I ask is some time to think, and decide for myself what to believe." Chronos nodded in understanding.

"You have all the time in the universe, my dear." Diana smiled.

"Thank you Lord Chronos." she began to bow, only to be stopped.

"You have not bowed to me once in all the years you have known me, there is no sense in starting now." He gave her one last soft smile before he turned to leave. "Ah, before I forget. I go by the name Clockwork these days, a bit less alarming, don't you think?" He smirked. Before she could reply he was gone, time resuming it's flow.

Diana smirked. "Clockwork, huh? I like it."

To be Continued...

Part 2

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icomeandg0 · 3 months ago

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can you do a story about all the links with their readers from their times like in ur most recent story reacting to their reader getting hurt or if they get married or smth both is ok aswell

My first request!

Thank you Anon for sending me this request, I'll gladly write the links reacting to their readers getting hurt!

First Trio:

Time, Warriors, Twilight

Content under cut:

Time:

It was a nice day.

However…

The girls were at the nearby springs to freshen up after a few days. Unlike the boys who could last a few weeks...maybe a few months at max without showering they needed to get out and wash themselves.

But they encountered a few monsters that they were confident in beating which turned in to a horde, monster after monster, they wouldn't stop coming!

"Where the hell did they all come from?" SSy/n uses her bow to get rid of a few that were surrounding the others, "This is insane!" FSY/n exclaimed "Yeah? It would be nice if SOMEONE could jump in and help!" BOTWY/n growled as she uses her weapon to eliminate a Bokoblin.

"You know I can't fight!" FSY/n huffed as she stood behind SSY/n at a good few feet away. "I think the WITCH can use her magic to eliminate the ratchet creatures!" "It doesn't work like that. I just used a big spell recently, I need to recharge" HWY/n uses her mace to hit another Bokoblin that exploded into purple smoke immediately. "How long do you need to recharge for?!”

“Ugh, it’s gonna take a few more hours.”

“It’s already been 2 days since! You’re just using this as an excuse so we have to suffer!” FSY/n protested

“Someone lead the monsters to her.” HWY/n huffed as she dodged more of the Bokoblins attacks. “How dare you say that—AH! ARROW INCOMING!” FSY/n yanks SSY/n in front of her as a shield as SSY/n was in mid shot.

SSY/n let go of the string to the bow accidentally aiming it at OOTY/n.

“ARGH!”

OOTY/n holds her side, immediately regretting it as she touches the arrow that’s stuck in her side. BOTWY/n looks at TPY/n with a knowing look which causes TPY/n to nod and run into the forest. “Someone cover her!” FSY/n yells out, still hiding behind SSY/n. LTTPY/n was quick to act and immediately went to get in front of the older Y/n but it wasn’t too long before the dragon arrived.

The monsters shriek at the sight of the scaly beast and are about to flee but D/N pulls her head back a bit before letting out a powerful flamethrower-like move. Majority if not all monsters were eliminated from sight, “Nice one!” LOZY/n gave a thumbs up to the dragon who huffed proudly, smoke coming out of her snout.

“Ugh, I swear I’m fine. I just need to pull it out” OOTY/n says, trying to assure everyone so they wouldn’t panic. “No, not here. If you pull it out, you may bleed out and we have no equipment on us…surprisingly” HWY/n looked over to LTTPY/n who looked away, “Well…If I would’ve known we would get hurt I would have brought my bag”

“Okay, so what now?” WWY/n asked, “Doesn’t one of the boys know healing magic?” “Oh, Hyrule?” LOZY/n asked, earning a pat on the head from BOTWY/n with a knowing smile. “Yeah, whatever his name was. We’ll get you to him” HWY/n suggested. “Alright, just promise me one thing. Make sure Time doesn’t find out I was hurt” OOTY/n sighs “Why? Shouldn’t he know since you two are close friends?” LOZY/n asked cluelessly. “Oh hun, trust me. It’s best if he doesn’t find out” OOTY/n warned lightly, BOTWY/n was going to push it but HWY/n spoke. “Alright, let’s get her back to camp. Keep it on the down low” Everyone nods in agreement.

“You can change back” HWY/n points to D/N who huffed, walking back into the forest.

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Every boy was scattered, however no Time in sight so they rushed OOTY/n into the nearby tent, however it didn’t slip past Legend who had his eyes on them since the start. “Psst, Wild.” Legend caught the attention of the cook who was cutting up veggies. Legend tilts his head over to the tent, “Check it out” Wild really didn’t want to but seeing BOTWY/n repeatedly looking in the tent made him curious.

Wild settles the knife down before walking over to her, “What’s going on?” BOTWY/n turns to him, “Ah! Well…” BOTWY/n moves out the way for Wild to look, he peeks inside to see OOTY/n with an arrow pretty deep in her side. “Are you Hyrule?” OOTY/n tilts her head. Wild pops his head out of view and looks at BOTWY/n with a curious and worried gaze, “What happened?” “Uh, I’ll explain that later. Where’s Hyrule anyway?” “He’s helping with Time” BOTWY/n looks defeated, “Of course he is”

BOTWY/n turns to the others in the tent, “Bad news, Healer is with Time” “So? Go get him!” FSY/n says her brows furrowed, “I can't, genius. If one of us goes then he’ll probably think we’ve all returned and try to find OOTY/n!” “So get him to go” FSY/n pointed to Wild who was taken aback because he was caught off guard. “Uh, Me?” “Yeah! So you better start running, go now!” FSY/n says “Can you go get him, please is what she meant to say” Wild sighs and nods.

Wild walks further, trying to spot Hyrule at least but he finds the pair. Time snaps his head towards the sound of the footsteps, his long ears twitching just slightly. “Hey…Old man, can I borrow Hyrule for a sec?” Hyrule perked up curiously, Time looked between the two before shrugging. “Go ahead” Wild nods, trying his hardest to remain calm. Hyrule got up and walked towards Wild about to ask what he needed but Wild rushed him away quickly. “Wild.” Time called out, making Wild tense and looking at him. “Have the girls returned yet? They’re taking a long while ""A-ah, I’m sure they’ll be on their way! You know how girls can be!” Wild smiles awkwardly and before Time could continue Wild rushes Hyrule back to camp.

“What’s going on?” Hyrule asked, “Just, go in there” Wild points to the tent. Hyrule opened the flap of the tent and his eyes widened at the amount of people inside the small place. “Oh hello, Are you Hyrule?” OOTY/n smiles softly despite the arrow still deep in her side. “Ah-yeah, That’s me” Hyrule nods timidly. “That’s great, mind pulling this out nicely for me?” She grins as she points to the arrow.

“Uh–sure! Let me see what I can do” Hyrule nods as he crouches down near.

However the problem wasn’t OOTY/n with the arrow…instead it was Time who was lurking around, sensing the atmosphere was off around the camp. He glances around…everything was in place, too in place.

“Rancher. Have you seen Wild?” “Wild? Haven’t seen him in a bit but if I had to guess he would be cooking up something or out doing trouble” Twilight suggested which earned a grunt from Time who walked past.

Stopping in front of the cutting board where Wild was just before he looks around…eyes landing on Legend.

“Vet? Have you seen Wild?” Time asked firmly which earned a small shrug, his points to the tent nearby.

“Girls are back, Wild rushed Hyrule in that nearby tent—“ With no time to waste, Time walked over to the tent with a stern expression.

Why were they all back? No one told him so? OOTY/n would always come to find him…

“ARGH!” A sharp cry came from the tent which sounded an awful lot like OOTY/n. He yanked the opening of the tent open to reveal Hyrule wrapping OOTY/n’s waist as the blood began to leak through already.

“What happened?!” Time came forth and kneeled in front of her, hands just hovering over her wound.

“Time, Questions can be asked later” HWY/n comments as she settles her hand on his shoulder, he takes a second before he groans. “Fine, I expect answers after” Time holds OOTY/n’s hand which made her sigh.

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Hyrule finishes with his healing and he sighs. “There, it should be good now.” Hyrule says, scratching the back of his head. “Thank you, you were a big help” OOTY/n reaches over and pats his head causing him to grow flustered.

“Better give those two some space” FSY/n stands up and it doesn't take long for her to leave. “No, no. You can stay—“ “Yes, leave.” Time cuts through.

Soon it was just the two of them and OOTY/n was internally whining…knowing how her Link is, especially when she gets hurt and he isn’t aware.

“I knew I should’ve come—“ “And watch us bathe? Now that’s a new low” OOTY/n tries to lighten up the mood but she receives a disappointed look, she scoffs, rolling her eyes. “Okay, okay…sorry”

“You don’t take things seriously, that arrow was deep in your side. It could have been worse and I wouldn’t have been there to protect you.” He gently cups OOTY/n’s cheek with his calloused hand. She nuzzles into the rough skin slightly before sighing, “You worry too much, It’s like you don’t trust me to make my own decisions.” “It’s not that I don’t trust you, it’s just I don’t want to see you get hurt when I should be the one by your side, the one to protect you always.”

“Sometimes you aren’t there–�� “And that’s when I worry the most” Time cuts her off making her huff, she grabs his face which startles him and brings him closer. “Oh will you just stop that?! I’ll have you know I’m strong by myself but I also have others by my side. One of them fought in the war with heels and that’s something” She points out earning a slight chuckle from him.

“See? You should keep smiling, keep having a stern face and you’ll get wrinkles” She grins which earned her a sour expression from Time, “Oh stop that face!” She pokes his cheeks trying to make him smile but he makes it look like he’s straining. He wraps his arm around just above your wound and pulls you down on top of him causing you to squeal from being yanked down onto his armor chestplate.

“By the three–Take this off sometimes geez!” “No can do, I need it to protect myself…Maybe I’ll let you borrow it sometime, it’s clear you need it” he grazes his fingers across the wound making you flinch, you smack his chest plate and immediately regret it afterwards. “See? Protected.” “Oh you cheeky bastard.”

Twilight.

Well this wasn’t supposed to happen.

These monster’s were really starting to piss him off.

Coming out of nowhere and attacking? It’s crazy!

Of course he wasn’t seen on the battlefield but Wolfie was there, Mauling each monster in his way will definitely leave a bad taste in his mouth afterwards but he’ll deal with that later. He needed to make sure everyone was okay and no one got hurt.

Especially TPY/n.

He wasn’t about to let anyone get hurt but he had to make sure TPY/n wasn’t going to get seriously hurt.

“Ugh, can we catch a rest?!” FSY/n was on top of a rock, dodging at the rocks being thrown at her, “I think you’re having it easy up there!” BOTWY/n was wrestling with a bokoblin since she had misplaced her mace earlier.

“Maybe pick up a weapon and you won’t be struggling as much!” Wild teased as he went to slash at the monster…resulting in his sword breaking. “Crap.” He muttered, someone internally screaming in the background.

‘Kids…’ Twilight grumbled as he jumped from monster to monster.

He looked around just as everything cleared up, he couldn’t seem to find TPY/n. With his snout he sniffed the air to try and find her scent, he smelt that familiar scent with a hint of blood. He follows the scent, “Wolfie's got something!” Wind follows the wolf who was racing towards the forest, hopping over the bush and losing Wolfie Wind huffed. “I lost the wolf!”

‘Wolfie’ looked around before shifting back. Twilight sighed and looked around the place, The dense trees and everything wasn’t helping but he pushed forwards, determined to find TPY/n. He heard a twig snap and he whipped his head around to see TPY/n limping back toward camp, Twilight walks behind her and catches her by the waist.

“Hey, How’d you wonder all the way over here?” Twilight smiles at her despite her alarmed gaze, it softened after a bit as she sighed. “Had to get away quickly, but they followed me! They did a number on my arm.” She shows him a large cut caused by the claws of the Lizalfos, Twilight’s brows furrow as he looks at the cut, “That’s no good. Let’s get you back to the others” With no hesitation, Twilight swooped her off her feet and carried her bridal style.

“W-woah! Hey!”

“By the three goddesses, are you kidding?” FSY/n huffed as she looked at the cut on TPY/n’s arm. “Luckily, it’s not a very deep cut but it’s best to keep it clean to prevent it from getting infected or irritated.” HWY/n analysed the cut, Hyrule perked up. “I’ll get some stuff” Hyrule raced towards the nearby tent. “Huh? Oh alright then” HWY/n nods, awaiting for Hyrule to come back.

As everyone was distracted, Twilight sat beside TPY/n who was waiting patiently. “Does it hurt?” “Not really, It did sting earlier but it died down now so it’s fine” TPY/n informed “No need to worry, alright?” He nods but sighs, “I still can’t help it though. Just knowing that you were in any danger makes me worried. Just promise me you'll be careful next time or you'll always come find me." TPY/n only smiles. "Alright, I promise"

“Goddesses, They really have no shame with being like this when we’re around” FSY/n scowled at the sight of them, “You’re starting to sound jealous” Four shrugged “Am not!”

“I wonder if she knows we can hear her,” Twilight grins. “Oh she doesn’t, Trust me”

Warriors.

HWY/n was separated from the others, during a cave exploration you’d think everyone would stick with one another–Nope.

A rock slide which ended up with just HWY/n falling down and spraining her ankle, sucks to have no magic right now, nor have anyone around. It was eerie, quiet and unsettling. HWY/n grunts as she takes off her boot which reveals a bruise forming around the ankle. “Just great.” She sighs as she shuffles over and leans against the pile of rock as she alleviates her foot by putting in on top of a rock.

15 minutes went by and HWY/n was sure they had forgotten her—how rude! She was thinking of a way to get out, she can walk her sprained ankle off but she doesn’t want to. She can wait out for her magic to recharge and she can teleport herself out or..something useful to get her out!

She hears footsteps coming her way, ‘goddesses why now!’ She thought as she lifted up a nearby rock for protection but she just saw Warriors.

“Oh, it’s just you, Knight” HWY/n lowered the rock as he approached her, dropping his weapons to the ground gently and analysed the sprain.

“It’s only sprained, it’ll be fine—“

“We need Hyrule to heal this, you’ll be off your feet for the rest of the day…Let me carry you!-”

“Now just hang on, Knight! You don’t get to decide what happens to me…Where are the others? Did you leave them behind?” HWY/n looked behind him while he grew silent. She huffed “You left them behind, didn’t you?” “Well, You fell and no one was doing anything and I had to make sure you were safe, okay?” “How’d you even get down here in the first place?” He looked around awkwardly and cleared his throat, still not looking at her. “I jumped down a hole…”

“You haven’t changed, reckless, Impulsive and Selfless.” She scolds him. “It doesn’t matter, You’re hurt.” “I’ll walk it off” “Absolutely not! Geez can you just let me do this?” Warriors inspected her ankle as if it were broken. “Mild sprain, Doesn’t need immediate attention” “I knew that..” He lowers her ankle and reaches into his pocket to grab out a roll of bandages. “Oh aren’t you full of surprises?” She teases, he ignores her comment and rolls out the bandage until it’s fully out. He began to wrap it around her ankle efficiently which made her a tad surprised. “Huh, So you know how to bandage now?” “Learned from a certain witch who would scold me for every wound” He chuckled lightly at the oddly fond memories of HWY/n wrapping his wounds after every battle.

“Still needs work, It’s a bit loose” “Oh hush, at least you’ve been tended to” He snapped back playfully, comfortable with the small banter. Warriors sit down next to her as they rest against the pile of rocks, “They shouldn’t be too far away” HWY/n looks over to him before resting her head against his shoulder. “Hopefully it takes a bit” Warriors cheeks flush and he stiffens a bit, he was glad that HWY/n couldn’t see his face or else it would be an endless tease from her.

“Yeah, hopefully…”

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Okay, I swear there was no favouritism! I just had a good idea for Time's part but it ended up being a whole story compared to the others...

I'm on study leave and I have exams coming up, sorry for such a long break because I was on holiday but I'm going to be focusing on studying while writing because Writing is a way for me to rewind and relax.

Anyways! Everyone stays hydrated and safe!

#linked universe x reader #lu x reader #link x reader #x reader #lu time #lu warriors #lu twilight #lu chain #MIC'S Writing #Scenarios

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petals2fish · 6 months ago

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“Just” Partners

Day 2 of Jily Week 2024 (hosts: @sunshinemarauder & @kay-elle-cee) with the prompt: partners

Read on A03

“Ugh, it’s you again,” Lily Evans said, rolling her eyes.

“Come off it—I know you fancy me,” James grinned as he dropped into the seat next to her.

Lily immediately buried her face in her hands as soon as he openly checked her out with his trademark sly wink.

“Anyone but you.”

At least that what James thought he heard slip from her mouth. It only made him grin harder. He saw that she’d covered her hickey’s up with make up. Clever witch. She’d have more before the night was up though, especially since they were going to walk back to the common room alone after detention.

James and Lily loved to be alone, together.

“I thought Remus was with me tonight.” She spoke loudly enough that time that he could decipher it.

“I asked him to take it.” James let his right hand cup her knee. “I didn’t get to finish our conversation earlier.”

“What conversation?” She half laughed, half cried into her hands. “There were no coherent words being formed!”

“Keep it professional, Evans. We have an hour of detention to get through,” James said. “I don’t want to remember how much moaning you were doing.

A muffled sigh escaped from behind her fingers as Lily stiffened, feeling James’ fingers casually slide up her thigh. Her school skirt bunched around his knuckles. She peered at him with one green eye through the gaps in her red-painted nails.

“Shouldn’t you keep it professional?” she argued. “Someone could walk in right now.”

James raised both his hands innocently. “They know we’re head boy and girl, Evans. They won’t question us being together for detention observation.”

Lily stayed rigid, pretending to study the detention list. “They might if they notice the head boy’s hands sneaking up my skirt.”

“My hands are not up your skirt,” James protested, waving his free hands in the air.

She shot him a look that was a mix of irritation and defiance. “They were,” she reminded him.

He wiggled two fingers in a ‘come here’ motion between their bodies. “I didn’t hear you complaining a few hours ago. Quite the opposite in fact.”

Lily put a hand in his face, stopping his mouth from latching into hers. “No.”

“Come on, Lil.” He said against her palm but she didn’t move it, so he licked from her wrist up to her fingers.

She cried out from surprise and he grinned wickedly as she wiped her hand on her skirt while glaring at him. “Keep your mouth and hands to yourself, James Potter.”

And she meant it.

James raised a brow, wondering what had gotten under her skin. Just a few hours ago she’d been the one shoving his hand under her skirt for the first time. Merlin, he’d almost died there and then. She’d been the one encouraging his overzealous mouth with her cute little moans and perfect little smiles.

“What’s up with you?” He asked, losing his nerve and snapping like a child.

She retorted back sharply, “Maybe if you’d had the decency to stick around after a good snog, I wouldn’t be so mad.”

“I had Quidditch,” he countered. “What was I supposed to do? Be late? They’d ask why, I’ve never ever been late. Not once in the last five years.”

“So,” she stuck her tongue out at him, “I was having a good time and you just—left me.”

Lily looked dejected and James felt a bit embarrassed. Only a bit.

“Did you want me to walk up thirty minutes late to quidditch and have to explain why I was late?” James countered, “because last I checked we were still snogging in secret. I’m late, and everyone will know something is going on. Wondering leads to questions. Questions lead to answers. Are you ready for me to answer those questions?”

“No,” she replied uneasily, “Yes? I don’t know.” Her head was back in her hands.

“What are we, Evans?” James demanded.

“We’re platonic,” she answered firmly. “We’re partners.”

“Partners who snog a lot,” James said, propping his feet up on the desk. “So I don’t think we can call this platonic anymore.”

“What would you call it?” Lily asked as the first person entered the room.

“A situational partnership.”

“That’s stupid.”

“Not as stupidly delusional as trying to call us friends.”

They both stopped talking as the boy got closer to their table positioned near the teachers podium in the room. James flipped the clipboard to the young blonde boy, who nervously signed in under the watchful eyes of the head students. If the kid noticed any tension between them, he wisely said nothing.

Lily cleared her throat before speaking to the student. “Professor Binns asked us to have you sort through the old school newspapers to find articles on the school choir history. I’ve set them up on the back table.”

The boy nodded glumly. “Yes, ma’am.”

James waited for Albert Hitchkens to get settled at his station before turning to the red-haired girl beside him. “So, what would you call us?”

Her cheeks flushed, and she avoided eye contact with James, focusing instead on Albert. “Friends.”

“Do you often let your friends finger you in the hallways then?” James asked casually, knowing his words would hit her just right.

He was rewarded when Lily’s head snapped around, her green eyes wide with surprise from his vulgarity as she whisper-yelled, “James!”

He shrugged, grinning. “Just making sure we’re on the same page.”

“I’m gonna—” Her threat was interrupted by another student entering the room.

Time passed.

The final four students for detention arrived and signed in. Lily set an hourglass for each to ensure they served their full hour. It was a relatively easy night; the detainees were mostly homework cheaters and fanged frisbee throwers.

James relaxed, leaning back in his chair while using his wand to create colorful smoke patterns in the air. Beside him, Lily watched, her stern expression softening as the colors soothed her. James grinned sideways at her before drawing an image not appropriate for detention.

She smacked him on the back of his head, making him shake out his hair. “You know I make you laugh,” he teased, enjoying the reaction he got from her.

“Careful,” she warned with a hint of humor in her eyes, “or I’ll give you detention.”

James leaned in, whispering, “I bet I could talk my way out of it.”

Lily wrinkled her nose in a playful manner. “How?”

“I have this totally platonic thing with a head girl…” He didn’t finish his sentence before she smacked him again, this time with a full smile.

“Fine, you absolute bastard,” she sighed, “I guess we’re partners, or whatever.”

“Partners,” James said, crossing his arms and giving her a challenging look. “Really? That’s all you’re going to give me?”

“Are you going to be late to quidditch every once in a while?” She mouthed back.

He opened and closed his mouth several times before forcing out a pathetic, “fine.”

“You mean it?” She didn’t trust him. Probably for the best.”

James took her hand under the table, squeezing it. “I mean it, if you promise to stop saying we’re just partners. Or just friends. That shit has been killing me, Lily.”

“What did you want me to say, James?”

“That I’m your boyfriend!”

He said it louder than intended, causing the room to fall silent. Lily tucked her hair behind her ear, struggling to keep her composure. The others went back to work, but James noticed the paper rustling was kept to a minimum.

“Fine,” she said in a soft whisper, “you’re my boyfriend.”

Score!

James leaned back in his seat with a satisfied grin. “See how easy that was, Evans? I knew you fancied me.”

He might’ve deserved that next smack across the back of his head.

#jily #james potter #lily evans #jily fic #jily fanfiction #jple #jily week 2024

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leth-writes · 6 months ago

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could you do prompt number 60 with yandere Cassandra Cain and a gender neutral reader?

A reminder that this is part of my 200 follower celebration event! Requests are still open!

Prompt 60: "The mark is to show everyone that you're mine,"

warnings: discussions of making out and biting.

The day started off quite normal, honestly. It was foggy and grey, the air cool and dry, but that was typical weather for Gotham. It was a saturday in the middle of fall, so you didn’t have much else to do except go for a walk to get hot chocolate. Those walks were a lifeline, taking you away from the mansion for as long as possible and letting you stretch your legs, get some air… And get away from the strong personalities keeping you hostage. You didn’t mind the manor itself, it was quite the nice place, with plenty of space, but it was exhausting having to constantly manage your behavior so as to not set someone off. If you didn’t smile often enough, Dick got upset. If you smiled too much, Jason got suspicious. Tim was basically always suspicious, and Damian hated when you spent time with the others. You didn’t have a solid enough grip on Cassandra to understand what pissed her off, but luckily you’d never seen that side of her before.

Anyways, you were going on a walk to get some hot chocolate. Unfortunately, to leave the manor, you needed to bring someone with you; Bruce was paranoid you’d run off, and the others were worried you’d get kidnapped or fall in a ditch or something, you didn’t even know. Some of the things they thought would happen to you were honestly quite ridiculous. You’re still pretty sure there aren’t sharks in Gotham, but they still made you carry their stupid shark repellent!

So you checked the group chat, asking to be accompanied. Cass was the first to respond, a simple message reading “Me!”. It seemed she was excited to go with you; maybe she liked walks?

Cassandra was a quiet person. You weren’t quite sure why, but it was hard to really get her without one of the others acting as a translator. Luckily, she did use ASL, so learning that was a great way for you to begin understanding how she thought. Still, you found yourself surprised by her often. She would startle you, suddenly appearing out of the blue, while you were trying to escape or sneak an extra cookie, anything you shouldn’t be doing. She was the least intense of your captors, but that wasn’t saying much; you’d heard all about the duffel bag incident during one of Tim and Jason’s legendary fights.

You’d decided to go to your favorite little cafe, the Little Spoon, and maybe even sit by the large glass windows and bask in the natural light of the city for a while. The walk there was silent and uneventful, minus Cass deciding halfway through to hold your hand, her soft palm pressed to yours. You’d have to ask her for her skin care routine, you decided.

Upon arrival, you were pleased to see that no, the cafe was not busy. There was a small line, but most of the plush seats were still open, including your favorite armchairs by the window, a little private alcove perfect for enjoying yourself and appeasing your captors.

Standing in line is where it all went wrong.

Some asshole, a large, hulking frat boy, slapped your ass. It was quick, over before you even knew it, and Cass was reacting before you had time to even register what had happened. You whirled around in time to see Cass knock the man out, turning to you to pull you out of the store. She ignored your harsh protests, simply shaking his head when you asked about your hot chocolate. You’d been looking forward to this all week!

Cass pulled you quickly down the cobblestone path, head swiveling as though she was looking for something. Her short black hair swung around her head as she looked, fanning out and hitting you with a whiff of her perfume. It was your favorite. How did she know that?

Finally, she seemed to spot what she was looking for, and she pulled you into an alley. It was dark and dingy, lined with trash and old newspapers; the dumpster at the far end was already overflowing so badly it couldn’t even be closed. You could see rumpled blankets by the dumpster, near the brick wall that closed the alley off. The walls to the side were high, without windows, and coated in grime. All in all, not a pleasant place to be.

“Cass, what are we doing-” You began, only to be interrupted by her mouth smashing to yours. The sheer force of her approach had you stumbling back into the wall, though she refused to connect, following you. She pinned you to the wall, hands bracketing your head and thigh pressed between your legs to keep you from moving. You let out a whimper, trying to break the kiss, which she paid no mind to.

The kiss was harsh, her soft, pillowy lips not parting from yours for even a second. She followed you whenever you tried to push back, your panting breaths tickling her face as she pressed in.

The kiss was electric, and while the cold alley bricks chilled your back, her warmth pressed to yours lit your chest up with a cozy fire. The smell of her perfume filled the space between you, spicey and warm, and you let out a whimper. She groaned in return, hand reaching down to cup at your face and angle your chin up. She slowed down, pulling back slightly to brush her lips gently against yours, eyes fluttering open. She smiled sweetly, the passion of the previous moment melting away to a syrupy sweet tension between the two of you. The moments dripped by, the two of you just staring at each-other as she analyzed your expression. Finally, she must’ve found something, because she leant down to mouth at your neck.

Then, she bit down. Sharp, tanging pain licked at the junction of your neck and chest, the sensitive skin giving way to her sharp canines as she applied pressure, forcing blood to well in hollow of your neck.

“Fuck!” You cried, startled. Did she just bite you? You couldn’t believe that Cass, sweet Cass, could be this forceful, this violent! You’d always thought she was the gentlest of all your captors, but no! She fucking bit you!

“The mark,” she tapped the bite, causing you to wince as fresh pain raced through your neck, “tells everyone… You’re mine,” She smiled brightly, your blood staining her teeth a deep red.

#yandere batfam #yandere batman #yandere cassandra cain #yandere cassandra cain x reader #lethwrites #yandere batfam x reader

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queenjang21 · 1 year ago

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•high school hyun soo x yandere reader

•warnings: yandere, gore/blood, bully, manipulation, dead

Cha hyun soo was your only friend, and you were his, even when he started to get bullied, even if he told you to stay away from him, you stayed by his side, resulting in you becoming a target, but you didn’t care, you were strong enough and you fought back.

you only stopped fighting back when they threatened to make hyunsoo’s worse, since then you try to take more hits than him, he didn’t deserve that you were only ever nice to him, even before the bullies, its why he became your friend, he heard there was a girl who was mean to everybody in the school, she never talked and would yell at you for even looking at her, he thought he could be her friend, and he was right.

you looked up from your desk and were ready to glare at the person who disturbed your nap, but was taken back by the most beautiful boy you’ve ever laid eyes on shortly after that, you became friends, hyunsoo knew you mean to anyone that wasn’t him, but he never knew it because you liked him.

hyunsoo grew to love you in the time he spent with you, and it became more every time you’d stand up for him against dohun, it was obvious that hyunsoo had gotten depressed after everything, even noticing scars you knew weren’t inflicted by his classmates.

you got angry, and wanted to shout at and beat dohun senseless after making such a wonderful, cheerful boy do such things to himself, but you knew it’d only make his situation worse, so you held back, it was getting worse day by day, and you didn’t know how much longer you could handle this, after a harsh day, when he leaned into your touch, you confessed, telling him how much he pained you tosl see him in pain, how much you wish you could teach thosegl guys a lesson, and how much you loved him and he returned your feelings! you’ve never been happier, and hyunsoo too.

it was summer break, and you noticed hyunsoo had been smiling more, how his scars faded away, his genuine smiles that were reversed for you, hyunsoo had to leave their date early, something happened to his dad and he needed to be there, it was already late at night, so you followed him, it wasn’t the first time you followed him, you had to made sure he was safe and you were glad you did, you noticed how a girl from your school, jihyung was it? found herself next to hyunsoo, and she started to talk with him.

hyunsoo was getting uncomfortable, but the girl attached herself to his side, completely ignoring his protests, your blood boiled, how could she do that to someone?! someone that belonged to you?! surely she knew about the two of you? everyone knew that the two losers were dating and you wanted to hurt her, in a worse way that she was hurting what was yours.

you saw the woman grab his face and leaned towards, him, her hand on places that it shouldn’t be, when you jumped out of your hiding spot, you grabbed the pocket knife you always kept with you just incase, and stabbed it into her head, you pulled it out and did it again, but in a different spot, then again, and again, and again-

she fell to the floor, unresponsive and you smiled, she was gone, but now hyunsoo was looking at you, he looked scared, even more than he did when he first got bullied

“y/n?” his tone was careful, but undoubtedly scared “what did you do?!” when you walked closer you tried to explain yourself, but he backed away “she was a human being…no one deserves something like that!”

“she hurt you! anyone who hurts you should be dead, and what she did to you? i should’ve made it hurt more” hyunsoo kept backing away, until he finally got the courage to run, you sighed and ran after him, you didn’t want to hurt him, but one time wouldn’t be so bad…you grabbed a small piece of wood laying on the ground, and when you caught up with him, you hit him, hard enough to make him pass out.

you tied him up and put him in your car, driving home and putting him in your room, but you weren’t done for the day, you tracked down dohun’s house, he was asleep when you entered the room, you took a knife larger than your previous, and slammed it directly into his heart, you would’ve preferred something that hurt more, but this had to do, then you drove to hyunsoo’s house, you only needed his mother and sister, his dad was already taken care of, poor thing got ran over by a truck driver on his way to work, you were already planning to do this, but it was just a bit early.

once you were finished with them you headed home, just in time for hyunsoo to wake up, he winced at the pain in his head, when he looked up, remembering what happened as he locked eyes with you, he realized he was tied up and started struggling, “i’m sorry about the restraints, are they hurting you? i can take them off only if you don’t try to run away again” you sat down next to him, he was breathing heavily, struggling to free himself from the tight grip of the ropes.

it took him a few minutes to stop, he was exhausted and started to cry, you wrapped your arms around him to try and comfort him, for a moment he seemed to forget the situation, and what you had done, he leaned in to kiss you, seeking comfort that only you could give, but he pulled away, leaning away from you, “someone will look for me…they’ll find me…” you sighed and moved away “anyone who could rescue you is already dead, give up, your parents, your sister, even dohun is dead, no one will look for you, cause no one else cares about you the way i do, they’ll never give you the love that i do” hyunsoo felt his heart drop when you mentioned his family, it was true that they didn’t care for him anymore, overhearing his sister tell her friends how much of a freak he was, and “no, i don’t have a brother!” even his parents not giving him as much attention.

the only one who did seem to care…was you but you hurt people, you killed his family, and you killed that girl, you didn’t even break a sweat, how could he love someone like that? “you’re right” he lied “i’m sorry i said that, i…love you” but you weren’t stupid, you knew everything about hyunsoo, right down to his lies, does he seriously think he can get away with this? you won’t hurt him, you’ll only teach him a lesson, there is a part of him that still loves you, and you’ll just have to bring it out, you left alone in a separate room for days, only bringing him food and drinks, and sometimes letting him have a shower, he tried to be cute to you, but you knew he was only toying with you.

you would tape his mouth shut and lock the door while bringing another boy over, you felt sick as you flirted with them, they didn’t deserve your attention, but hyunsoo was a brat, and needed to get himself together and it was working, hyunsoo could hear every flirty remark you made towards them, and it made his heart ache, he thought he shouldn’t love someone like you, but you were his only happiness for months, how could he let someone like that go so easily? he tried to pretend it didn’t hurt, like it didn’t feel like his heart was torn to pieces everytime you wouldn’t even look at him and when you went inside weeks later to bring him water he broke, tears in his eyes as you didn’t even speak this time, he looked at you and begged, for the first time, to look at him, to give him attention, to love him again, he loves you, and now you’re the only one he has left, he’ll do anything for your attention, you would be lying if you said you weren’t feeling heartbroken too, you wrapped your arms around, vowing to never make him lonely again, never to let him feel that way when you’re around.

because he made you whole, he made you feel things you never thought you could, so you will latch onto him forever, if it meant feeling like that for your entire life.

HYUN SOO WAS YOURS AND YOU WERE HIS.

Written by : 0X1-L0VES0NG (wattpad)

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atlasofthestaars · 1 year ago

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Hello! Is it ok, if you do request's, can you do a Raiden x reader, the reader is a student at the Wu shi academy, she has powers, which are water control, she fight's and heal's with them and she is really kind. Also I love the 'New Era' story is so amazing, you are amazing! Keep up the good work!

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Yet again I am back at it again for requests. Slowly trying to get through them, sorry they take forever </3

Also I didn’t have too much of an idea for this??? So sorry if it’s a bit short haha I tried my best here but sorry if it's not the best!

A HELPING HAND [RAIDEN X READER]

To Raiden, lightning and water shouldn’t mix. And yet there was nothing more he wanted than to be by your side.

“Raiden. You’re staring. Again.” Kung Lao groaned, looking at his friend who was staring very, very obviously at you. A mixture of amusement and annoyance, mostly annoyance at this point, was on Kung Lao’s face. It wasn’t as if he was jealous or angry at his friend, far from it. He was really happy about the fact that his friend had finally found someone to like, or honestly at this point, love.

He was just really, really fed up with how distracted his friend would get. Half of their conversations of late would be about you. Would you like this thing? Would you think he would be cool if he did this trick? And by the elder gods, don’t get Kung Lao started with how Raiden would act whenever you were in the same room. His eyes looked back and forth between his friend, who he swore had hearts in his eyes, and you.

You were sparring with another student, practicing using your water magic. Water would surround you in a protective shield before it lashed out to attack the other student. It would slash at the other student with striking speed before it would flow downwards and try to trip them up. The way the water was controlled was honestly pretty mesmerizing, but Raiden was more focused on you rather than the water.

“Really?” Raiden asked, snapping out of his daze. He blinked furiously as he shook his head, as if he were trying to shake off the grip you had on him. Obviously, it was not going well. His eyes shifted away from you in the most reluctant way ever as they landed on Kung Lao. His friend raised his eyebrow as he tilted his head. “Was I really?”

“Yeah. For like, the third time today.” Kung Lao pointed out, an exasperated look on his face. He looked up towards the sky to see the sun still blazing high in the sky. It wasn’t even noon yet. The razor hatted man crossed his arms as he squinted at his friend, trying to assess him. “Tell me, why don’t you just…tell her?” He inquired, as it was the most obvious solution in the world. Which it kind of was.

“I can’t just do that!” Raiden protested, looking over to his lifelong friend. An expression of shock was on his face, as if Kung Lao had just asked him to bury a body instead of asking out his crush. The look Kung Lao gave his friend was the very definition of exhaustion. This was one of the rare few times that Kung Lao was sending Raiden that look instead of the other way around.

“And why not?” He asked, his head tipping forward. His eyebrows raised as he bore his eyes into his hopeless friend. Raiden’s face flushed as he floundered to find a proper reason to give his friend. He looked up, to the right, then the left, and just anywhere but the accusing stare Kung Lao was giving him. He was almost tempted to look back at you, but then he realized that would only get him in more hot water.

“Yeah, I gotta agree Thunder Lad, why don’t you?” Johnny cut into the conversation. The actor, with all the swagger of a man who has already been in plenty of relationships, strode up to the two. He tipped his glasses downwards to look at the Earthrealm champion eye to eye. A wide grin spread across his face. “It’s easy! Trust me.” He insisted with a wink.

“First off, you know I hate that nickname, Johnny.” Raiden pointed out, giving the actor a short lived glare. The American groaned, rolling his eyes as he pressed his glasses up. He grumbled something about how no one appreciates good names these days. Raiden and Kung Lao both ignored this sentiment, clearly disagreeing with it. “And I can’t do it. When I see her I just…”

“Help but gawk until a fly flies into your mouth?” Kenshi added, strolling up to join the group. Raiden sighed at the utter betrayal. He thought out of all his friends, Kenshi would understand his plight. Especially since he also had Suchin. But then again, Raiden supposed, he actually had Suchin. “Raiden, I’m blind I can see that you are head over heels for her.” Kenshi pointed out, and Raiden felt his face heat up again.

“It’s not that obvious, is it?” Raiden inquired, tilting his head downwards to hide the color on his cheeks behind the brim of his hat. The collective silence from the group said more about the situation than they already did or could say. Miserably, the champion felt his cheeks heat up even more. He was Earthrealm’s champion, he had taken down plenty of seasoned warriors. And yet the biggest challenge for him was this crush.

“Twelve o’ clock.” Johnny called out followed with a short whistle, catching the attention of the group. Raiden lifted his head up, looking to try and see what the traitor of his friend had meant. Then, he froze. You were approaching. Raiden felt the breath get knocked out of his lungs as he saw your radiant smile. Are you sure you didn’t control the sun as well?

“Hey guys!” You greeted, walking right up to the quartet. Raiden was unable to keep himself from looking at the water drops that were left on your face as a result of your training. How prettily they framed your face and how they ran down your face until they…oh. The man had to pretend to cough to look down and conceal his face which had a blush on it.

A collective chorus of greetings was heard from the group. Both Kung Lao and Johnny glanced over to their friend who had stumbled on his greeting, a teasing look in their eyes. Kenshi would have that same look as well, but he was, well, blind.

“Do you know where the towels are?” You inquired, eyes searching the group. You wiped the remnants of the water droplets away from your skin, flicking them away. “I wanted to bring my training partner some, since well, training with me can get someone soaked.” Raiden couldn’t help but admire how you were always thinking of someone. How could someone be so kind?

“We don’t.” Kung Lao quickly said, and your face fell a tiny bit. The champion of Earthrealm turned to give his friend a puzzled look. Certainly those three knew where the towels were, they’ve been here far too long to not know. But just as quickly, a wide grin appeared on the razor hatted man’s face as he gestured to Raiden. “Luckily for you, Raiden does!”

“Great!” You exclaimed. Raiden’s brain faltered for a moment, failing to realize the betrayal of his friend before it was far too late. With a push that was a little more aggressive than needed, Johnny pushed him towards you. As his brain finally caught up with the situation, he could only offer you an awkward smile. You didn’t seem to notice it, instead giving him another one of your lovely smiles in return. “Lead the way, Raiden!”

Raiden could listen to you saying his name all day.

“Of course.” He said, nodding. He led you away, he tried his best to ignore the stares his friends were boring into him. He got the message very well enough, this was his moment to make his move. Raiden was glad he was the one leading, so he could be in front and you did not have to see how flustered he was around you. The Earthrealm champion didn't have more mortification than he already had.

The hallway you two entered was safe from the judgemental eyes of his friends. It was quiet, the near silent creak of the floorboards under both of your feet interrupting the silence. For a moment, Raiden turned back just to make sure you were still following. Then, in the very next moment, his breath got caught as he saw the sight of you highlighted by the light filtering in through the windows.

How could someone look so beautiful?

“Thanks for showing me the way! I still get lost here sometimes, and I didn’t want to keep my training partner waiting.” You chirped, your tone bright as usual. Raiden’s mind immediately raced with the possibilities of what to say in response to you. Would a simple you’re welcome suffice? Or should he open up conversation so he could finally confess to you like his friends were always bugging him to do?

Raiden’s heart raced at the simple thought of confession. It wouldn’t be too far-fetched that you could have feelings back, it wasn’t like he was a complete stranger to him. Far from it, in fact. The two of you were friends, at the very least. It had started that way, but then as Raiden talked more and more with you, the more and more he was captivated.

You were like the living embodiment of sunshine. You always knew how to cheer him up when he was down. You knew the right words to encourage him and keep his spirits. You were so you and Raiden adored it. It was honestly a miracle that you hadn’t pointed out the way he’s been acting around you lately, but then again he supposed it’s because you’re far too nice to do so.

Raiden, having been too caught up in his thoughts, cleared his throat as he realized he was staring right back at your expectant gaze.

“Of course, anything for you.” He told you before he realized that he may have been a little too honest. “I saw you training, you’ve made such impressive improvements.” Raiden complimented quickly, trying to distract you from the little bit of truth he had let out. He quickly felt proud of himself at the change as he saw your eyes light up.

“You saw me?” You inquired, a look of excitement appeared on your face. Raiden mentally took a picture of it and locked it away in his heart. What he wouldn’t do to see you smiling like that for just him. “I’m glad you did! Do you have any tips for me?” You continued, walking a bit faster to match Raiden’s strides now.

“Well…” Raiden began to tell you some tips, feeling much more relaxed. Your drive to improve was admirable and something he shared, not to mention how it felt more natural to talk to you now about fighting rather than to fight his own feelings.

When the both of you ended up at the closet, Raiden felt a hint of sadness over it. You two were having a lovely conversation. You gave a delighted hum as you opened the door, swinging it wide open. Thankfully for him, he dodged the far too enthusiastic door opening, saving himself from what would surely be a bruise. He grabbed the door, holding it open for you.

“Hey, can you help me carry these?” You called out from inside the closet, your voice just the tiniest bit muffled. Raiden peeked in, seeing the huge stack of towels you held in your arms. The stack was so high it covered your face. With a nod that was perhaps too eager to someone who couldn’t even see it, he walked right into the closet. Anything to help you. “Thanks!”

“No problem.” Raiden replied, his hands brushing yours as he grabbed the stack. He couldn’t tell whether he had accidentally used his amulet or touching you was simply that electric. He was hoping it was the latter, so he didn’t accidentally shock you. The Earthrealm champion leaned to the side to send you his best smile, the apples of his cheeks just the tiniest bit pink.

THUD!

Jumping at the sudden noise, Raiden let out a grunt as he, somehow, collided his head with a shelf. His hat fell to the ground behind him. For a man who had been trained in martial arts for most of his life, he found himself oddly clumsy around you. That probably didn’t help charm you. The man then noticed how much darker the room had gotten. Whirling around, he noticed the fact that the closet door was now closed.

“Are you okay?” You asked, peering over to Raiden with another stack of towels in your arms. Raiden craned his head back, hoping that the little bump with the shelf didn’t leave an embarrassing mark. He felt his face grow warmer at the idea of it.

“Yes!” He answered a little too quickly, nodding. He could practically hear his trio of friends groaning over how he was fumbling a little too often. “I was just surprised by the noise.” He explained. Shifting the towel stack, he raised a hand up to rub at the sore spot on his forehead. Maybe he hit the shelf a little harder than he expected.

“Do you need me to heal you?” You asked, peering at the man as he continued to rub at the part of his forehead where he had collided with the shelf. Raiden’s heart fluttered at the concern you held for him, but he shook his head quickly.

“I’m good.” He told you, wincing as he rubbed his forehead just a tad too hard. “I can just ice it when we get out.” The champion stepped forward to grab the handle of the closet. He turned it, only to find resistance. A sudden stab of worry hit him as he attempted to turn the handle only to no avail. Ah. He forgot this closet had a nasty habit of jamming. Quickly, he tried turning it more to try and see if he could get it unstuck.

“Everything good?” You asked, stepping close to Raiden to see what was happening. He swallowed nervously, feeling you press close against him. It only made sense that you came close since it was dark in here, but did you really have to stand that close? He could feel your warmth as you leaned against him just the tiniest bit to look over. His hand squeezed the knob tightly.

“Yes, well no.” Raiden said, fumbling once more over his words. He looked towards you offering you the most reassuring smile he could. “I forgot this closet gets stuck sometimes.” He explained, jiggling the knob once more to showcase his point. “So it seems we’re stuck here.” He told you with a small sigh.

“Ah, I guess my partner will just have to figure out a way to dry himself then.” You lamented, sighing as you put down the stack of towels back where you retrieved it from. You took the stack of towels from Raiden as well, putting it back where it had come from. “Come here, let me look at where you hit your head.”

Raiden complied, there was no point in avoiding it. Your touch was gentle, featherlight. It was as if a ghost had brushed his forehead, and he questioned if you even really touched him. Then, he winced as you pressed against his forehead.

“Yeah, that will definitely bruise.” You muttered, squinting at the area your fingers touched. Raiden couldn’t help but stare at you. Your look of concentration was simply captivating. Your narrowed eyes, your pursed lips,..Raiden had to avert his eyes for a moment to compose himself. His cheeks were far too warm, and if you were paying attention you’d even see the tips of his ears grow the tiniest bit red. “Here.”

With a wave of your hand, water was summoned. It wrapped around your hand pulsing a soft aquamarine. You lifted your hand to press it against Raiden’s forehead. No matter how many times he has watched or experienced your healing, it never fails to impress. A wave of calm washed over him, and his eyes fluttered shut.

He wasn’t sure if the healing or just being around you made him feel better.

“There!” You said, withdrawing your hand. The water disappeared and you clapped your hands together with a large grin. “Do you feel better?” You asked, peering at him with wide eyes that made his heart skip a beat. He couldn’t help but return your enthusiastic grin as he nodded. “Good!”

You peered at him for a moment afterwards, and Raiden couldn’t help but question whether he did something wrong or not. Then he watched as you knelt to grab his hat before placing it delicately upon his head. You fixed it, making sure it fit just right.

“There we go.” You murmured, a satisfied look on your face. “I like your hat. It suits you.” You told him, tilting your head to look at him once more. Raiden felt butterflies flutter around in his stomach at the compliment. He never thought too much of his favorite hat and how it suited him, but now there was nothing more he wanted to do than just wear it for you. “Now let’s see if I can get the door unlocked!” You said, stepping past him.

You hummed with delight as the door swung open easily. You turned around and gestured to it.

“Guess I have the magic touch!” You let out a small laugh as you propped the door open with your foot. “Hand me the towels, would you?” You asked, and Raiden happily complied, still on cloud nine after your compliment. “Thanks!” You said, your arms now filled with the fluffy towels. You shifted contemplatively, glancing at the man before you beckoned him over.

“What do you need?” Raiden asked, stepping close as your gaze shifted from the towels to him again. You grinned at him before you leaned close and pressed a featherlight kiss to his cheek. He stood there in shock, pink beginning to bloom across his face. He barely registered the words you said before you dashed off, a warmth on your face too.

“Let’s go have a date at Madam Bo’s sometime!”

“I thought you said you were above using Sento for that kind of stuff.” Johnny huffed as he crossed his arms, looking towards the blindswords man. Kenshi simply shrugged as he sheathed his magical sword, a hint of a smirk on his lips.

“Yes, normally, but it was hard seeing him dance around his emotions like that. And I can’t even see.” Kenshi quipped as before he put his hand out. “Now pay up, she made the first move.” A groan arose from both Kung Lao and Johnny as they reluctantly handed over the money.

“This is basically robbery, we Shaolin live modestly!” Kung Lao complained.

“What are you guys doing here?” Raiden asked as he walked up to the group, the hints of pink still remaining on his cheeks. Immediately, he was bombarded with complaints of how he didn’t make the first move. “How do you guys know that?” He asked, his face filling with color once more. Unfortunately for the champion, his question was lost on deaf ears as the actor and his life long friend continued to berate him.

Not knowing what to do, Raiden looked around, only to spot you out of a window. It seemed that you saw him too, your grin growing wider as you waved at him. He waved back with a dazed look on his face, earning more complaints from the duo. You smiled as you blew him a kiss.

He was definitely looking forward to that dinner.

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