#but yeah i saw it because i went over to visit my eldest brother once and he had a copy of it he had... burned to a dvd and yeah

[starrypawz]

I’m p sure that ‘your first ghibli movie’ post most of the responses are going to be Princess Mononoke, My Neighbour Totoro and Spitied Away and I’m just over here like

Porco Rosso

[let-me-luve-you]

Don’t Be Clingy

Tom Holland x Sister

Summary: Being Tom’s little sister means getting to go visit the Spider-Man set. You want to spend as much time with Tom as possible, but everyone else don’t think you should. 

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, cussing, Rude af brother and spiderman cast, Tom being the best big brother ever

A/N: I don’t think Harry or Zendaya or Jacob or any of the Spider-Man cast would actually act like this. It’s just for the story. Also, I just googled Smok’d. Idk the age limits in England. If I’m wrong, just pretend for the story. 

MASTERLIST

With Tom filming Far From Home mostly in London, it means you get to go to set often. Kevin Feige had met you on multiple occasions and he knew you wouldn’t tell any Marvel secrets. He allowed you to come to the set whenever. Unlike the rest of your family, they could only come on certain days.

You loved being able to watch the movie be made. The whole process blew your mind. You are only ten years old and you already knew that you wanted to make movies when you were older. Tom loved having you on set. You were this ball of energy and when he needed a little pick me up, he would talk to you about what you had learned and what you thought worked and didn’t work. He would always listen and if you said an idea, he would usually mention it to Jon to see what he saw. A few of your ideas were actually going to be in the movie.

This was the last week that the cast and crew were going to be in London before they ventured off to other countries. They flew out on Tuesday to go to Berlin. Tom was kind of disappointed he had to leave his home and family, especially you, but he knew he would be back once the movie was done filming.

It was Friday afternoon and the cast was almost done for the day. You were sitting in Tom’s chair watching the final scene being filmed. Between takes you could hear Tom and Jacob talking about going out to dinner tonight. You knew you had to ask Tom if you could join. You watched Harry walk over to Tom and Jacob while they fixed the lighting.

“Where are we going tonight? First rounds on me.” Harry said.

“Thinking maybe we could go to Smok’d and then maybe find another pub.” Tom said.

“Sounds good to me. You know where the best places are.” Jacob said. “We can get everyone else to join us too.

“Okay. Ready on set.” Jon said. Harry looked over to him and nodded before walking off set. Tom and Jacob getting back into character. The scene filmed on for another thirty minutes. When it was over, Tom walked over to you and held a hand out to help you down from his chair.

“You have fun today bug?” Tom asked you as he guided you to his trailer.

“I did.” You beamed at him. “I wish I could go with you to Berlin.”

“Mum and Dad are flying out when we go to Venice. They are using it as a minivacation, but I’ll tell them to bring you and you can stay with me and come to set with us.” Tom said. He moved to the bedroom part of the trailer to change out of his Peter Parker clothes. When he was in his own clothes, he walked out and asked, “ready to go home?”

You nodded and followed him out. When you walked out of his trailer you saw Jacob, Harry, Zendaya, Jake, and Angourie standing in a circle talking. “Can I go with you to dinner tonight?” You asked Tom as you walked up to the group. The whole group heard you and you saw the awkward glances of everyone.

“No Y/N. You’re going home.” Harry said flatly. “We don’t need to babysit a kid on our last Friday night in town.” Tom gave him a what the heck look before he turned to you.

“What Harry means to say is, we are going to do adult stuff tonight. It would be safer if you stayed home.” Tom said with a gentle voice.

“But I want to hangout with everyone. I’ll be good I promise.” You begged. Everyone stood awkwardly and watched the oldest Holland and youngest talk it through.

“I know you would, but you need to be 18 to get into here.” Tom said. “You’re eight years short of that.” Tom grabbed you by the shoulder and led you away from the group. When they thought you were out of ear shot Harry spoke up.

“She’s so clingy. Hopefully Tom can distract her so she’ll leave us alone tonight.” Harry said with a laugh. The whole group laughed with him. “I can’t stand when she’s always around. That’s why I always travel with Tom.”

“Come on man. That’s your sister.” Zendaya said. “But you’re right. Tom’s been too nice to her and letting her come around too much.”

“Yeah. Doesn’t she have Barbies or something to play with? Why is she always here. I’d hate to be Tom and have a shadow following me when I’m trying to do my job.” Jacob said.

Everyone kept talking about you and it broke your heart. You fought the tears that were wanting to escape. Tom also heard these things. He felt you tense up next to him. He looked down at you not knowing what to say. You refused to look up. You found your shoes way more interesting.

“Is mum here yet?” You asked quietly. Worried if you spoke louder that you would start crying.

Tom looked around the lot and saw Nikki talking with a guard. “Yeah. She’s over there. But list-” You ignored Tom and walked away from him. He was shocked you didn’t even say goodbye. “Y/N come back here.” He said chasing you down and grabbing you by the arm to stop you. “Look, what they said back there, it wasn’t okay. I’m going to let them know that.”

“I’ll talk to you later.” You said yanking your arm from Tom’s grasp. He watched you walk to your mum and hop in the back of the car. Nikki looked over at Tom with a confused look. When she saw the pain in her eldest son’s eyes, she knew today wasn’t a good day for you.

Tom walked back over to the group. He was pissed at what Harry had said. Pissed at what his friends had said. As he got closer he realized he needed to cool off some before he said something he didn’t mean. He kept walking towards his trailer and Harry called out to him.

“Yo div. Are you coming with us or driving yourself?” Tom ignored him and slammed the door of his trailer. He started to pace the length of it when Harry barged in. “Dude. What’s up with you? Y/N say she hates you or something?”

“No.” Tom said shortly.

“Okay? What’s your problem? You were fine just before that whole situation.” Harry said.

“You really had to say those things about Y/N?” Tom asked, finally looking at his younger brother.

“I didn’t mean anything by them. I was just joking around.” Harry said defensively.

“She’s hurt, man. You started something that got everyone else involved. Y/N will never want to come to another set again. She thinks the whole cast hates her and thinks she's annoying.” Tom said, starting to raise his voice.

“She doesn’t need to come to set so much anyway.” Harry said, acting like he didn’t hear anything else.

“Dude..” Tom said with disgust. “She’s our sister. She loves us. I love her. I want her around. This is the only set she can come to because this movie is kid friendly. I’m going into movies after this that she won’t be able to visit, which means months without seeing her in person unless I fly from the US back home on a weekend.”

“I know, but all this hollywood stuff is too much for her.” Harry said.

“Have you even talked to her when she’s been here?” Tom asked. Harry shook his head no. Saying he was too busy working. “She’s observant as fuck. She’s seeing things that Jon isn’t. She’s told me things between takes and I’ve mentioned them to Jon and he has used the ideas. I don’t know when you started to think she was a thorn in your side, but you need to apologize to her.”

“I didn’t do anything wrong.” Harry stormed to the door. “Catch your own ride to Smok’d. We will see you there.” Harry paused halfway out the door, “And check the attitude.”

Tom sighed as he fell back onto the couch. He was so frustrated at Harry for not seeing what he did to you. Tom knew he had to make it right, so he got up and went to his car. He drove straight to your favorite restaurant and got your favorite meals and desserts.

Driving home, you stayed silent. You didn’t want to cry from the rude words you heard. You definitely didn’t want your mum to see you cry and get mad at Tom. So the whole 45 minute drive, you stared out the window.

“Y/N, can you tell me what happened?” Nikki asked gently. She looked in the rearview mirror and saw you shake your head no. She sighed and decided to leave it for now. When she pulled into the drive, you immediately went up to your room and slammed the door. You weren’t supposed to lock it, but you did anyway. You fell onto your bed and finally let the tears fall down your face.

“I thought we had a couple of more years before she started acting like this.” Dom said, trying to make a joke.

“She didn’t have a good day. She wouldn’t tell me what happened. Tom looked upset too, so I’m not sure. I’m going to give him a ring.” She said, setting her purse onto the kitchen counter and took her phone out. Tom answered after a couple of rings.

“Hey mum.” He said with a sigh.

“Tom, dear, what happened today?” She asked.

“She wanted to go to Smok’d with us.” Tom answered honestly.

“She can’t get in there.”

“I know. I was trying to explain it to her, but almost the whole cast was standing there so I pulled her away. As we were walking away, things were said about her being clingy.” Nikki gasped as she heard people were talking ill of her daughter. “I tried to tell her it wasn’t true, but she walked off before I could get it through her head. I’m getting her food right now and headed over.”

“Tom, that’s sweet of you, but maybe give her the night to calm down. She’s really upset. How about just drop the food off with us and we will give it to her. You can go to Smok’d with everyone else.”

“Maybe. I’m not really in the mood to go out now. Especially after my fight with Harry.” Tom said. He cringed wanting to keep Harry out of this with his mum.

“What about Harry? Why did you two fight?”

“Nothing. Just a rough day is all. I’ll see you in a few, mum.” Tom said, hanging up before she even got another word in. He knew he would pay for it, but he was fine to take any punishment. After fifteen minutes, he pulled into his parents’ driveway. He stared at the house trying to gather the courage to face his protective mum and his hurt little sister. He finally got out and reached into the backseat for the bag full of goodies. He walked into the house and walked straight for the kitchen.

“What did you and Harry fight about?” Nikki asked when he walked in. He sighed.

“He said some hurtful things and thinks she’s overreacting. Thinks she has no business on the set anyways. I got mad at him because his words started everyone else's.” Tom said.

“What?” Nikki asked, shocked.

“I know. Where is she? I want to go talk to her.” Tom said looking in the living room.

“She’s in her room. Hasn’t come out since she got home.” Nikki said pointing to the stairs. “But I really think you should let her calm down a bit. Go out with the cas-”

“I don’t want to see any of them right now. I have to make sure Y/N is okay.” Tom said with pleading eyes. Nikki whispered okay and nodded her head for him to head up. She was proud of Tom for caring for his sister. She was happy she raised him to care for others.

Tom walked slowly up the stairs. When he got to your door he could hear your quiet cries. His heart hurt hearing it knowing he shouldn’t have ever let it get to this point. He should have called Harry and everyone else out on their shit the second he heard it. Tom tried the door and noticed it was locked. Tom knew about the strict no locking the door rule because he was the reason for it. He knocked and waited for an answer.

Tom heard the cries stop. Like his sister was muffling it with her hands. He knew she was hoping whoever was at the door, they would leave. “Y/N/N baby, please let me in.” Tom said. He didn’t hear any movement. “Please. I have a surprise for you.” Again nothing. “That’s it. Y/F/N Y/M/N, you know you aren’t supposed to lock this door, so let me in before I get dad.” That did it. Tom heard you get off your bed before he heard the lock unclick.

He tried the door again after a second and when he walked in he saw you in bed with the covers over your head. He walked over and gently sat next to you. He put his hand on your shoulder and turned you to face him. He pulled the covers down and saw the broken look on your face.

“Go away.” You whispered and tried to turn away from him again. He wouldn’t allow it.

“I’m not going anywhere. I want to have a movie night. I have all your favorites for dinner. Even got desserts.” He said trying to bribe you.

“Keep it. Throw it away. I don’t want it.” You said not looking at him.

“Come on. I can’t apologize for what they said, only they can. But I can say what they said isn’t true. I love that you are on set. You are the pick me up I need between takes. You are seeing these things for the first time and you bring new light to it. I told Jon all of your ideas. He’s using a lot of them. Did you notice that?” Tom asked, pushing some of your hair out of your face.

You shook your head no. “I love having you there. I really do. You make it so much better. When you aren’t there, it’s just a job. When you are, I can share that experience with you and we can discuss things. I love having you on set. If Harry wasn’t helping the crew, I would exchange him for you.”

“Hey now.” You turned towards the door to see Harry.

“Why are you here?” Tom asked him.

“You never showed. Came to check on you.” Harry said before turning to you. “Also came to apologize. What I said wasn’t true. It was rude.”

“No. You don’t like me.” You said with a pout. “That’s why you are always gone.”  

“No it’s not. I just said that as a joke. It was a bad joke and it was horrible to say. I shouldn’t have said it. I love having you around. I get to watch you grow into this beautiful young girl. I just wanted a night with our crew where we could do whatever and not have to worry about you.” Harry said kneeling beside your bed.

“I’m sorry I always tag along. I won’t do it again.” You said look from Harry to Tom.

“No, no, no, no.” Tom was quick to say. “We want you around. We love taking you out to dinner with the cast, but sometimes, we need to be able to do some things without you. It isn’t because we don’t want you around, it’s because we just want to let loose of responsibilities for a little bit.”

“It’s like when you go into your treehouse to read. You just want to be away from things.” Harry added.

“Oh. I think I understand it now.” You said.

“I’ll always love you. You’re my best friend.” Tom said leaning over to kiss your forehead.

“Can you do me a favor?” You asked looking from both brothers. They both nodded. “Go out to Smok’d. Have fun with your friends. I’ll stay here and eat all the food Tom bought me.”

“No, I can’t do th-” Tom said before you interrupted.

“You can hangout with me this weekend before you go. Go join the cast for a fun night. I promise I’m no longer upset.” You said. “Please, for me?” You begged. Both Tom and Harry sighed before looking at each other.

“On one condition.” Tom said. You looked at him confused. “Come stay with me until I leave. Sam can cook us food and we can watch movies, go to the arcade, or do whatever you want. We can even build a fort in the living room like we did a few months ago.”

You smiled widely at Tom’s one request. “Okay. Yeah. Maybe mum can run me to the store so I can get us snacks.” Tom laughed as you started planning. “Now please go have fun. I’ll see you tomorrow.” You said hugging Harry before hugging Tom.

“Okay, we’ll go now. Go eat that food I bought. I don’t want it to go to waste.” Tom said as he stood up to follow Harry out the door. “Love you Y/N.”

“Love you too Tom.” You said with a smile.

[krreader]

seven sins | chapter seven.

pairing: bts x reader ; kim taehyung x reader fandom: bts warnings: non idol!au ; historical!au ; princes!bts ; concubine!reader ; sex ; oral sex genre: smut ; fluff word count: 2.4k+ previous: 1 ; 2 ; 3 ; 4 ; 5 ; 6

summary: even in times such as yours, you still led a privileged life with nothing to ask for. that is until first your father, then your mother died and you were left to care for your two younger sisters. the position for royal physician seemed to be open and with your father having been a general and your mother having been a maid for the queen, you thought you might be able to get it.. little did you know that your visit to the palace would put a completely different offer on the table.

a/n: so, uhm... yeah... enjoy, ahem. enjoy a lot lol. 

You didn't know what time it was, but it must have been well past midnight with the moon shining so brightly into your room. But that wasn't the reason of you not being able to fall asleep and fidgeting with your fingers as you stared at the ceiling.

Had Eun been lying?

Did she say that to give herself an excuse for falling for prince Taehyung? To say that a prince can fall in love with a concubine since it happened to you too?

But she didn't strike you as a liar. Naive and foolish, yet kind and honest.

No, she must have told the truth.

But then who was it? You hadn't spent a lot of time with the princes, the only two that you'd even consider to have feelings for you would be Yoongi and Jimin, but only because they were the only ones that you've done more than just sleep together.

As for princes Hoseok and Jeongguk.. you assumed they weren't the ones, what you have had was purely sexual.

No matter how hard you thought about it, you could not come up with an answer. Because it simply didn't make sense. None of them knew you enough to fall in love with you.. it was ridiculous. 

You let out a heavy sigh and pressed your hands onto your face, wanting to scream into them for it all suddenly being so complicated.

What happened to your mission?

It needed to be a priority from now on, you had to see the king as soon as possible or this would all escalate.

You immediately sat up when the door to your room got pushed open, your eyes wide when you saw..

“Prince Taehyung?” you got up, bowed and then furrowed your brows, “Eun's room is..-”

“I know, I've been there often enough,” he interrupted you with a half-grin, “Would you mind taking a little walk with me?”

“Now..- you mean.. right now?” your eyes fell on the darkness outside, then you looked back at him, “Really?”

“It's a full moon tonight,” he had been intimidating before, but now he wasn't like that at all. He had a kind smile on his face, that brightened when he extended his hand, “What do you say?”

“I should get changed first, this isn't the proper attire one should wear when going on a stroll with a prince.”

“Nobody will see us... and besides... you don't need clothes for what I have planned.”

Oh, wow. 

Is anyone surprised? Not you, that's for sure.

Of course he came for what everyone else came here for. Not that you were upset by this, you knew your place here and, unlike some, you didn't think of yourself as something special, not even after Eun's story.

“Well, alright then,” you didn't even grab a jacket when walking outside, but with the warm season that had finally arrived, you didn't need it anyway.

In fact, now was the perfect time to be outside.

Throughout the day, it was simply too hot to do anything, but with the darkness and the light breeze, it felt.. refreshing.

Taehyung led you through the palace grounds, not even acknowledging any of the guards that you two passed and they didn't seem to care either, only straightened their backs to show their respect.

Not even when he led you outside through a passage that you didn't know  –  but would have liked to have known, because getting in would have been a lot easier – did they care. 

“Where are you taking me?”

“Are you afraid?” he chuckled a little and stopped walking for a moment, only to turn around and hold out his hand to you once again. Only that this time, you reached for it, “Don't be. I'll protect you.”

He sure as fuck was smooth, you could see why Eun liked him so much. He was a real proper gentleman.

“Not afraid, just curious. I figured that for what you had planned, you might just take me to your rooms.”

“Is that what the rest of my brothers have done?” he snorted when you simply smirked, “Figures. They can be so boring. But no, this isn't purely about what you have in mind.”

“Oh?” that piqued your interest.

Taehyung didn't respond right away, it was as if he wanted to think about his words carefully and you were glad that he did when he said what he said, while the two of you continued wandering through the woods, the moonlight lighting your path.

“Eun is a very beautiful and kind woman. One that I've come to appreciate. Her.. interest in me, it flatters me, it really does. But she's just like all the other women that we have in court. Focused on the goal that she was tasked with.”

“Your majesty, I don't think that Eun is as power hungry as some of the others.”

“That is true, she really isn't. But her goal still is to have an heir... in her case, with me,” he looked to you, his beautiful smile back on his face, “But that isn't your goal... right, (Y/N)?”

Your mouth opened, immediately wanting to tell him that you weren’t with child yet because of his eldest brother, but it seemed as if Taehyung didn't even care about the reasoning.

Maybe he even liked that he didn't know, maybe he liked that mysterious veil that you had surrounding you. That you had an agenda and he didn't know what it was. Which should have been dangerous, but he didn't seem to look at it that way.

“Ah.. here we are.”

What you saw in front of you was like straight out of a fairy tale.

A small, but beautiful stream that led into a pond that was so clear, that you could see the moon's reflection in a way that could make someone think it was right there, ready for you to hold it in your hands and admire it from up-close. This, is what every women in your village had as her dream of a place where she'd lose her virginity. In a romantic place such as this one, with a man as beautiful and kind as Prince Taehyung. Maybe even exactly this fantasy with this prince...

“It's beautiful,” you let out a breath you had been holding, then smiled, “So... peaceful.”

“That's why it's my favorite spot. The castle grounds can be too much sometimes, so I like to come here when I need to think or just want to find inspiration.”

“For?”

“A lot of things,” Taehyung shrugged, kneeling down and holding his hand into the water, “Drawing, singing... anything that I'm in the mood for.”

You merely continued smiling, even when he got back up and walked over to you, cocking his head to the side, “It's a little cold, but... want to go for a swim?”

“Now?!”

Taehyung couldn't help but chuckle at your reaction, then took two steps back and pulled his shirt over his head, revealing his beautiful upper body to you.

His proportions were... out of this world.

“I'll keep you warm, I promise.”

It's not like you could do much, because before you knew it, he was already naked and in the water and all you could do was watch with an open mouth, before eventually taking off your clothes yourself.

You wouldn’t say no to this. 

This certainly wasn't how you had pictured this night to go, you had thought you'd sleep through the night in your warm bed, not swim naked with a prince in a pond.

But Taehyung's expression went from happy, to absolutely ecstatic when you actually did join him. Like he hadn't expected you to.

“Cold?” to your surprise, he actually kept his distance at first. You thought he'd be all over you, but no. 

Damn... no wonder Eun liked him so much.

You really had the wrong impression of him.

“A little, but... it's kind of nice with the warm air.”

It wasn't very deep, you could easily stand and keep yourself upright, but just like him, you didn't move.

“I really don't know what it is about you that makes all of us go crazy. We all try to figure you out, but nobody can. Maybe my father saw something that we couldn't see just yet.”

“Or maybe it's not that deep,” you gave him a looped smile, “I appreciate that you all see something in me, but there really isn't anything to tell that makes me any more special than any of the other girls. I am just like them, I was chosen to please you, I was chosen to help you with your heirs and that is the end of the story.”

Taehyung slowly came closer, but not close enough for you to feel his breath on your face, “Then why does it sound so unconvincing when you say that?”

You were playing a dangerous game here. The longer you spent with them, the more they figured that there was something going on with you and Taehyung seemed to have his suspicions already, even if, right now, they weren't the right ones.

You had to get him to believe that you were there for one reason and one reason only... at least for now.

So you were ultimately the one that swam closer to him, so close that you could wrap your arms and legs around him, smiling when he wrapped his arms around your body to hold you with a grin, “Why do you care so much about a concubine, my prince?”

“Because, my dear (Y/N), you are the most interesting person we've ever had at the palace,” his hands were under your ass, but he didn't grope you or anything, they literally just acted as a seat for you, “I grow tired of people real quick, of concubines in particular. But you..,” he shook his head and smiled honestly at you, “..I look into your eyes and I see a story. I want to know what it is.”

“Then maybe you should just close your eyes,” you chuckled, “I can help you with that.”

And indeed, the moment you reached in between your bodies and you grabbed his length, he closed his eyes and let out a happy sigh.

“Tell me, then, your majesty,” you leaned in closer as you began to stroke him under the water, your mouth now right in front of his, “Would you like to be inside me?”

You didn't expect him to laugh at that, but it only added to his charm, “I suppose this is the kind of talk that my brothers appreciate, hm?” when you looked taken aback, he nodded and grabbed your wrist, pulling it up and placing both of your arms over his shoulders, “I want to make you feel good, (Y/N).”

Well, this was a surprising turn of events. You had been sure that your romantic time with him would now come to an end as your hand would have guided him to your entrance in the water, but instead, Taehyung walked the short distance to shore with you, so that he could lift you up onto solid ground again and then climbed out of the water after you.

All you could do was watch with curious eyes as he pulled your legs towards him, him now on his knees, lifting one of your legs up and beginning to kiss it.

This was very... new. But you felt comfortable with him and so you let him do it, actually lied back into the grass and just relaxed.

You could feel his kisses traveling higher and higher, until he was kissing the insides of your thighs.

That was ultimately the moment that you looked down at him with shock.

Taehyung chuckled.

“Close your eyes, beautiful. I promise, you'll enjoy it.”

You had a rough guess of what he was about to do, but when his lips kissed between your legs, you still let out a surprised moan.

This was very new to you, you didn't even know that men did this or that this was pleasurable for woman. But fuck...

“I've always wanted to do this with a woman that I cared about... that I wanted to understand how beautiful and perfect she was,” he whispered and kissed your sensitive nub once again, “Tell me when something doesn't feel good. I want you to scream in pleasure tonight.”

That wasn't hard, because the moment he started sucking, you were already fisting your hands in his hair and letting out one moan after the other.

Taehyung wrapped his arms around your legs and pulled you closer to him, fully eating you out now.

For the fact that he said he did this for the first time, you had absolutely zero complains. His tongue brushing through your folds, his lips sucking on your sensitive spot... it was perfect. And despite you having enjoyed your time with his brothers, what Taehyung did right now made you feel very different.

In fact, after just a few minutes, a sensation that you had never felt before started rushing through your body and you couldn't help but moan: “Don't stop... please,” again and again, now pushing his head closer into you.

This only made Taehyung suck harder, even his teeth were now gently biting down on your sensitive nub and you finally let out a loud scream that ended up scaring a few birds away from nearby trees.

Taehyung wanted to continue, but when you began shaking, he stopped and kissed his way up your body instead.

You were completely out of breath when he was finally on your eye level.

“How'd I do?” he grinned.

You let out a laugh, a small blush spreading on your cheeks, though your face already felt flushed, so it probably didn't make a difference, “You want me to say it, don't you?”

“Absolutely.”

Your legs felt like jelly, but you still wrapped them around his body and pulled him towards you, your arms around his neck, “Then continue making me feel good, and I might.”

See, this is why he liked you so much. You were a challenge and he didn't get those very often.

Taehyung simply smirked and aligned himself with your entrance, both of you moaning loudly when he slid inside you so easily.

“What... you're so... wet.”

He made a mental note to himself here: always pleasure a woman with your tongue beforehand. You'll be a happier man afterwards, too.

And so the two of you made love in the middle of the forest, on the grass next to a pond with the moonlight shining down on you and being your light.

And it was no lie when you told him afterwards: “You've been the best lover I've ever had.”

[herstarburststories]

He didn’t make it to 42

Pairing: Dean Winchester x reader

Summary: it’s Dean’s birthday, you go to visit him with some news and things that need to be said.

A/N: Happy bday, De.

Warnings: so much angst, mentions of sex, hopeful/happy ending (?)

Dean’s dead. It’s Dean’s birthday and he’s dead. You can’t argue much.

Sam denied the demon blood inside him, and that didn’t stop its evil nature from growing and gasping for his fresh air to the point he was almost shocked alive. Dean denied his dad’s destructive methods’ results for the longest time, and that didn’t stop the cicatrixes in every emotion he had ever shown. You denied the absence of Dean and that didn’t stop the bricks cracking in your soul. There’s only so far you can go with your eyes closed.

So here you are. Standing in front of an empty grave. You are bigger than the dull tombstone, yet you can’t help but not to feel tall, at all. How can you even start to talk? Talking to Dean used to be easy even when it got hard and now you’re feeling like a lost kid in a supermarket. Your snide thinking spells out his name with venom, saying it isn’t easy for you to open your barmy mouth and spill out contrarian shit because this isn’t Dean, just another meaningless symbolism that Sam promises that will help. The real Dean died almost a year ago, he was burned in a hunter’s funeral, the flames dancing over his body as the smell of burnt meat invaded your nostrils. Whenever you try to remember his fragrance, that manly aroma which you loved to scent each morning, all your brain can come up with is the odor of his skin and guts burning. The smell lingers like bad perfume, it doesn’t matter how many times you wash yourself with his soap-- that only broke your heart worse.

But today is Dean’s birthday. He deserves a visit, even if it’s not him. Then you go and attempt to deal with the desolation, push it away just a little, and pick up something from the enormous pile of things you wish to tell Dean. You glance at the cold tombstone: Dean Winchester. 1979 - 2020. Beloved son, big brother, and husband. Hunter. A hero. Simple definitions that can never make it up for who he was and what he meant. You purse your lips and cough a little, a gentle wind touches your cheek so tenderly. If you were still a believer, you’d think this is some sort of sign, Dean’s presence or some other pious hoax. All you do now is to remain in quietude, a deep breath. Ultimately, your voice comes:

‘’You didn’t make it to forty two, huh?’’ You scoff humorless, reminiscing to the multiple days that Dean said he wouldn’t go past 35. He did live each year like it was the last--- you aren’t sure if it's such a good thing. If you carry on like your days are outnumbered, you are silently entertaining yourself until death's knock on your door. ‘’I always hated when you were right. Let’s be honest, you had the words of a pessimist and the wants of an optimist. Still, if you were to be right about something, it would be about a bad situation. A nest with too many vampires, how crappy the motel’s bedroom would be, or how that third glass of wine would make me tipsy. So yeah, I always hated when you were right. And look at you now! You aren’t right, you aren’t wrong. You are dead! And I’m the crazy girl screaming at an empty tombstone.’’

You let out a laugh empty of joy. That’s how a hunter’s life is: you die and people stop talking about you because it’s too sad or too long gone to hold any pity, meanwhile the ones who recall about you go loud with all the spirits in their heads. You put your hand in the pockets of the heavy leather jacket that once belonged to a green eyed man who would be turning 42 today, some strange force causing you to speak again.

‘’Wow.’’ You shake your head to the blue way you paint the scene until you notice that you never greeted him. ‘’Hey.’’ The simple word adds a comical insult to injury. ‘’Guess the dead don’t care about manners, huh?’’ You arch your eyebrows with a grin that demonstrates anything but happiness. ‘’Miracle died. Sam digged a hole next to the bunker and buried him there. He isn’t the same since you died, you know? Not the deceased dog-- Well, he wasn’t the same either. Always whining and scratching your door like a fucking cat, and sniffing your old boots. He made me company in your bed and I whined as much as he did when you didn’t come back home that day. He stood by the door most days, waiting for you to appear. I can’t judge him, I did the same.’’ You shrug, not caring about how risible that confession may look. It's true. You became as irrational as a loyal dog at some point in this sorrow. ‘’And Sam, your baby brother… I think he died with you right there, Dean. He didn’t try to bring you back as he promised, but I shouted and screamed so much. I said I would burn the bunker and throw Baby over a cliff if he didn’t-- if he didn’t let me try. I lived up to the mad woman title.’’

You are crestfallen, pacing on top of where the eldest Winchester - Sam’s brand new nomination -  supposedly was buried. You know your boots barely touch an infected land, there's no deceased man under your steps. The dead thing is in you.

‘’I spent days dragging your body everywhere and nowhere, anywhere I could catch a crumb of relief in hope to bring you back. But I couldn’t. Jack could, but that ungrateful idiot doesn’t wanna follow his grandpa steps and get too attached to mere humans, the creation or whatever. As if we are just some skin and bone to him, as if you are just another human.’’

You sit down on the tombstone, some tender solace in being close to a thing that's supposed to represent him, like sleeping hugged to a pillow or waking up to a photograph of his. Your nails sink against the gelid concrete at the thought of screaming into the sky for the new God that seemed as deaf as the last one. His calm answer to your burning pain. How he dared to tell you he knew what he was doing— as if he was the original lord and not a three years old. You can't make him do it, so you hold on the fury of some overthrown nation.

‘’Anyway, I couldn’t bring you back. Your body, well, you know how human anatomy works. Your body started to smell like death. We tried to stop with human and magic ways, and it wouldn’t work because you were dead. You should’ve seen the doctor’s face when we got you in that fancy hospital tha night. I think we traumatized the doctor with so much violence and trauma. She didn’t even give us a false hope or anything, you know? She just asked about organ donation of what was left. She just wanted to take every little thing out of you, as if you were just another accident on a Tuesday night.’’ Your shake your head as the memories and your points start to mix, it's hard to discern things and keep a straight line when you have an open wound in your insides. ‘’Well, they couldn’t bring you back to life, and neither could Rowena or whatever I looked for. Don’t be mad because I tried, Winchester. You know I’m too stubborn for my own good. I had to try.’’ you refuse to apologize, yet adds the playful words in his eulogy. ‘’But then your body started to stink and God, how could I continue to be so violent to your corpse? That was when I decided to listen to you for the first time and to Sam, so I let you go. I hate you for asking that.’’ What an ambiguous, contradictory truth to bare. You are glimpses of a person for months because of Dean Winchester, still have the energy to argue his selfless logic, just to love him even more. He's got your devotion, but man you can hate him sometimes. ‘’I hate you for going on that stupid hunt. I hate you for being dead, you giant idiot that I love so much.’’ You can't bring your mouth to say loved. "I was always telling you to let the past go and now I’m in love with a dead thing. What a comic way to end our history. I told you that Miracle died, right? I don’t know if dogs go to heaven, but I hope he’s in there with you. I wonder what your heaven is like. I bet it has Whiskey.''

Your dry chuckle makes your notice the tears in your eyes, glistening your orbs as they go like a waterfall to be absorbed by the thirsty land after leaving your cheeks.

"Sam and I-- We tried to make some sense out of this cruelty, but we can’t. You are dead and I can’t seem to put it past me. I still sleep in your bed, and I can still taste your body burning on the roof of my mouth in the quiet nights. I cried this morning because someone asked for a burger, can you believe that? It was so stupid since I used to shake my head and argue with you about cholesterol. Suddenly I was crying at lunch in a restaurant because some stupid kid asked for a burger with extra bacon. They sang Happy birthday to this dumbass child, and I interrupted with my awful crying, and wished that you were celebrating your birthday and not that kid. I guess you could say I wish death upon an innocent child with a problematic eating routine.’’ That was a whole new level of low, as if you are the one wrapped with the sentiment of laying six feet under.

‘’Everyone tells you about how grief is singular and particular with similar emotions that bring people who went through this together. They even have that crap stages thing and all that. You know what they don’t tell you?’’ Your mouth shuts for a moment, like you are waiting some response. You nod as if whatever you were expecting is handed to you. ‘’Grief can be fucking ridiculous. Who cries because of a burger full of oil and cardiac diseases? Who cries because they found a grocery store recipe under her dead boyfriend’s bed? Who falls on the ground screaming in the middle of the mall because they saw a flannel? Who? Those things are so stupid.’’ You smile like there's no tomorrow and the laugh leaving your lips is a treacherous tone. Perhaps you just aren't build up to express joy anymore. ‘’You see it in the movies and in the books and you think, you know, you think to yourself that grieving is being sad on special dates and randomly remembering the loved ones because of some screaming memory, like a flannel or their perfume. Thing is, it’s not just that. All your body seems so small, so tight for all the ache and agony inside it. Your senses go wild, you are not just one person in one place. You’re just the pain everywhere, like being pulled apart and you beg to jump in the fucking grave with them. At least you would be together, at least you would feel like one person and not suffering edges of a broken earthy thing. And--And you start remembering things you didn’t even know you had mesmerized. I look at the ceiling and remember you saying you’d paint it someday. I look at the kitchen and remember me screaming at you for giving Miracle the rest of the food. I smell Sam’s clothes and started crying because hey, they don’t smell like alcohol. You don’t iron them while drinking anymore, so of course they don’t smell like cheap beer.’’ You are chuckling through the tears and it only makes it more monstrous. ‘’Everything is you now that you are gone. Every man has something similar to you, every garden is green as your eyes, and each step sounds like you are coming home. They didn’t prepare me, not for this.’’ You said breathless. A soft single follows. The knife cuts both ways; the empty breeze and the words hurt. Where's the middle term? Where's the limbo? Where's the only safe place for you to rest your weary head?

Out of nowhere, you blurt out, ‘’I can’t masturbate,’’ I know it’s something stupid and even selfish to say, but I think you’d like to know. I can’t masturbate. That’s a part of the whole losing someone process that people are too ashamed to discuss, or maybe they don’t have the urge to be touched anymore because after someone you love dies, after someone-- the hands who touched are dead and cold, you become a haunted object. That’s how I feel most days, like I’m a haunted house because you touched me and now you’re dead and some days I believe I am too.’’ You look around the places. It's beautiful. It's lonely. It has trees and flowers and green. Not as green as Dean's eyes, but it doesn't matter anymore. He doesn't even have eyes at this point. ‘’Well, I can’t masturbate. I can’t touch myself. And I can’t ask someone else either. I tried and ended up punching the guy, Dean. I swear. I panicked when he was between my legs and just punched his nose. You’d have liked it, you were always the jealous kind. I won’t admit that, but I thought it was kinda hot. Especially when you got possessive in sex.’’ A dirty grin appeared on your lips, the echoes of luxury lasting in your eyes for a brief moment. ‘’I don’t think I can be cared for anymore, honestly. Sam tried to hug me when Miracle died and I… It was like I wasn't there. I got frozen in time, and I live in my sleep. In my nightmares you are alive. I  dream about the day you died every week and I used to wake up screaming, but now those nightmares are the only proof you were alive now that you’re as dead as the police report says this time. It was the most painful, calamitous moment for you and I swear it was a nightmare for me, but then I realized that at least I had you there, egoistical or not, I made my nightmare into a dream.’’ You aren't sure which opinion Dean would have on that. Would he understand? Would he shake his head? You wish you can ask him just this one more thing, just beg him to write it down for you on how to be without him here.

You raise on your feet, glaring at the name craved in the concrete. The tears go by still, although they're as usual as the blood in glir veins at this point. ‘’Death is so silly. What it takes, anyway?" Each word conquers more inches of pure wrath. ''People die because they stumbled on their own feet and hit their head somewhere, or they drove their car too close and too fast to the cliff, or because they were giving birth, or because they dated the wrong person, or because they were hunting a fucking vampire and got impaled. What are the chances? How stupid, and idiotic is death? Always creeping and waiting to bite and chew a piece of you-- Taking every scrap of you from me like that’s its right.’’ You are screaming, starting to kick and punch the tombstone with any piece of straight you have. Your limbs hurt and the blood is visible, but you keep going. ‘’YOUR STUPID DOG DIED, DEAN! AND YOU DIED! AND I DIED! SAMMY DIED! YEAH, IS SAID SAMMY! GO AHEAD, TELL ME ONLY YOU CAN CALL HIM THAT.’’ Another punch, your knuckles are ripped. Another kick, your boot as a hole. ‘’DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT.’’ Kick. ‘’SAMMY, SAMMY, SAMMY!’’ A punch to each name. Anything to get a reaction, to get comfort. Anything. ‘’YOU CAN’T BECAUSE YOU ARE DEAD.’’ Gasping for something you don't need anymore, sweet oxygen, your eyes are on the tombstone again. And the definitions. And the trees. Your body is sore and aching. It is the kind and coercion no person wants which you needed; the freedom of feeling outside the exact pain that was inside. ‘’You can’t because you are dead. I’ve been playing some sick games in my mind, you know? Sam stopped hunting and had his closure. He was always better at letting go than you and I, but he’s still hurting. I never saw him hurting so much. I think he knows you won’t come back this time, how could you make us promise something like that?  Well, my twisted game is a bunch of misleading what ifs. What if you hadn’t gone after John? What if you hadn’t gone on that last hunt? What if you had stayed with Lisa? At first I didn’t like her much. Jealous, I admit that. But she grew on me. She gave you something I couldn’t back then and I’ll always be thankful for that. And even though it would rip me apart, I’d rather you to die at sixth after living your suburban dream with her. Have another kid besides Ben, maybe a girl this time, and just have that apple pie life. You and Sam would live close and your kids would always play. They’d be as close as brothers. Maybe I’d get a guy and bring my own kids and we could’ve a barbecue and everyone would be happy. But we don’t get soft epilogues here. It ends how it starts, right? Bloody and desperate. I thought maybe, maybe Lisa could understand what’s going through my head now. I drove to her new address and parked close to her house. I must have spent hours there, thinking if I should come in or not, If she somehow remembered after Castiel died or if I could make her brain work again if I told her the truth. But then I just drove back home and fell asleep wrapped in that stupid lumberjack flannel of yours. The one I always mocked, yeah? She may understand me, but I know you wouldn’t want that. You want her, you want me and Sam to be happy. I don’t know if I can do that, Dean. It’s like myt brittle soul shrewd and my body is just waiting to collapse.’’ You signed, overwhelmed by the battle without an anthem. The victory with no triumph. Is it still a win when you don't have someone to come home too? ‘’Your dog died, it’s the first birthday you didn’t live to see, and I bought all the things you told Mrs Butters you wanted for your birthday because it’s your birthday. I just don’t know how to celebrate it with you dead. People stop counting after they die, right? They just say he’d have been 42 or he died at 41. They give melancholy smiles when they wake up and check the day on their phones and a woe atmosphere swallows them for the rest of the day. Then they get better the next day. I think everyday is your birthday.’’ You attempt to wipe away your tears, which only causes your pulsating hand to stain your face red. ‘’Dean, for the first time, what died stayed dead! Congrats.’’ Once again, a hysterical laugh. ‘’I wish but no. What died didn’t stay dead, you are alive, so alive in my head. I swear you are there some days. I wake and watch the door, so sure you’ll come back. Sam says I’m living in delusion and I have to wake up and keep going since that's what you would want. That's enough to make him keep going, but it only makes me angry. Everyone we know and some strangers looks at me like I'm a house on fire and no longer a warm home, like I'm a car accident. They think I don't notice but I do.’’ You look at your boots, the whole is rolling out blood like your hands. You feel closer to Dean. How sick.

‘’Help, I’m still right where you left me." You plea, his love lingering like a bruise. ''I think gravity is overwhelming and it keeps me here. Sometimes it’s like I’m one of those dusted books Sam used to read. Or those Bukowski ones that you hid, so we wouldn’t see how smart you’re. You tried so hard to hide your intelligence because you didn’t think you were entitled to it. You saw yourself as the protector and never the valuable one for protection. You, the man who made an EMF out of an old radio, who rebuilt the Impala from the ground multiple times, and who knew patterns better than any detective. The man who showed me I could rely on someone other than myself. The dude with a lopsided grin, tough hands and a heart of gold. I miss you so much. If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were singing all those classic rock songs and Taylor Swift pop hits, while I drove here. I would think you were home, smelling like guts because you wanted to eat before taking a shower after a hunt. I would think that you are in the Deancave, waiting for me to curl up on your lap to watch Scooby Doo or Doctor Sexy MD until we aren’t watching anymore. If I didn’t know better I would think no death could take you from me. There would be no tear us apart in our vows.’’ The only thing that keeps your organism working is that Dean died knowing how much you loved him. You never let this talk for later or never. No tomorrow is promised. That's a nice comfort, maybe that's what will help you to let go in the future. ‘’But yesterday your stupid, skink dog died and I lost the last living thing that I had from you. You know what’s more angerting? I cried and Sam cried and I noticed we were the living things you left behind and all we have is each other. All your closets of backlogged dreams were left for us-- so yeah. Sam is done hunting and he’s met a lovely girl, and they are moving in like in your domestic dreams. I’m taking care of the family business like your other contradictory dream and making sure Sam is safe enough to be normal. Because I have to, we have too. Stupidly enough, I still wait for the day you’ll burst out the door and tell us to hit the road again. I still watch every episode of your dumb tv shows to make sure I’ll know everything that happened when you ask. I still drive around in your car and close my eyes when the street is calm, only picturing you driving as Baby’s engineers go wild but those are my hands on the steering wheel. If I didn't know better, I’d think you are still around. But I know better. I still feel you all around. I love you.’’

Your monologuing ends as astutely as it stated. You get up, press a kiss to your ruined for the next weeks hands and place it on the rock with writings. You turn around and walk back to the car that you parked near, only in case of Dean wanting to see Baby. How knows? You and your clandestine faith. You lick your lip and get in the car.

You swear you the AC/DC cassette wasn't there before, but when you turn on the car and the radio it starts playing. It's the first true smile that comes to your mouth, it's bloodstained and you look like a shameless woman. With that you can deal.

It hurts a bearable hurt for now. You didn't think it was possible. Maybe someday.

The end.

(she takes a little longer to arive in heaven than sammy. his baby brother says that women are most likely to live around six years more than men. it doesn't ease him up, though. dean waited sam for too long, his platonic soulmate. and now he has to wait his romantic one too? the eldest Winchester considers it the best earthly present when the he sense you around, that smell of orange and apples. it's you, he knows before even turning around. he can't wait to love you again. your name rolls off your tongue so naturally, as if you had seen each other just yesterday: ‘’hey, y/n.’’)

But then again, nothing ever really ends, does it?

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Starburst's footnote: It just didn't feel right to make an author's note on the top. I wanted it all only to be an arrow to the story. So, this is my side note: it's six am and I'm up writing this after inspiration kissed me with a bruise in the middle of the night. Or more like grabbed my throat. Anyway, I had to write and finish this one to post today, even pushing sleep aside. Hey, we are writers, that's what we do! I've been watching the show since I was eleven and I cried like a baby with the finale. This series was just so important and crucial to molde aspects of relationships for me. The song marjorie by Taylor Swift was used here, and so was the line "you got my devotion/ but man, I can hate you sometimes" by Harry Styles. I told you guys I would use it somewhere! A special thanks to @msmarvelouswinchester​ who helped me with her encouraging and opinon. You are the best! And with all of this I wanna say: Happy bday, Dean Winchester!

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[fumiko-matsubara]

Chiba and Kurahashi Friendship Headcanons

How they address each other: It used to be "Chiba-chan and Kurahashi-san" at first. But literally less than a week after they started to hang out more, they began addressing each other as "Ryuuchan and Hinano".

They make up the 2/6 of the moodmaker line in the class (the other four being Okajima, Nakamura, Maehara, and Kayano.)

But instead of doing things like cracking jokes or pulling actually funny pranks, they were considered as moodmakers of the class because the energy they carry around them is contagious, especially when they interact. One just can't help but to smile at the sight of two happy people happily talking to each other.

Flowers basically bloom and light up the room the moment these two smiley kids began walking towards each other, what more if they began talking 😭

Surprisingly, it was Chiba who initiated the friendship, or at least started approaching Kurahashi which soon led to them being friends.

At first it was just for things like reminding her about certain school works or usually being the first to answer Kurahashi's questions if she has any. Then it slowly transitioned to Chiba casually joining into group conversations until it had come to the point where he initiates a conversation with her instead.

Of course it didn't take long until Kurahashi started to approach him first herself, especially since she has always been reciprocal to Chiba's approaches.

This is one of the main reasons why Chiba likes talking to her, the fact that she returns the sentiment with the same, or even more energy. It was the first time someone had not been once hesitant towards him and it made him incredibly happy knowing that there is actually someone who doesn't judge him for his appearance.

He actually almost teared up when Kurahashi once remarked that he's not as scary as some people claim him to be.

There's a very wide range of topics that they converse about, as they have differing interests yet still don't mind listening to the other.

Especially since Chiba is one not to be shy about having to listen to "girly" topics, as his family comprises of mostly women which may have gotten him used to hearing such topics growing up, and may even possibly be interested in them himself.

So like if Kurahashi was looking at a fashion magazine and asked him if a certain outfit would look good on her or not, expect that Chiba can easily give her a solid answer, sometimes even recommend other fits he'd seen in the magazine to her instead.

Chiba: "Ahh my sisters were looking at the same copy this morning and there's a cute dress here I think you'd like, Hinano! :D"

Kurahashi: "Omg can you show me?? :D"

Chiba has been long aware about Kurahashi's crush admiration towards Karasuma before it became obvious to the whole class. He would totally let her ramble or even complain to him regarding Karasuma, never interrupting her, then successfully consoles her whenever it shows that she needs it.

Kurahashi: "Karasuma-sensei seemed so distant from us :("

Chiba: "He's even busier these days... Don't worry too much about it, Hinano. Who knows, he might have actually wanted to join us but can't have the time to because of how much work he has to do."

Kurahashi: "... yeah you're right! I hope it gets better for him soon then so we all can hang out together :D"

[This conversation totally happened in canon. You cannot convince me otherwise].

Chiba offhandedly mentioned once that he has a whole family of cats and it led to Kurahashi inevitably visiting his place on the same day just to see the cats.

You can imagine the shock written on his mother's face when she saw her son bringing such a cute and sweet girl who claimed to be his friend to their home that day.

Of course, she ended up adoring Kurahashi a lot not long after. Chiba already expected this from his mother and so wasn't even the least embarrassed that she kept approaching Kurahashi even for the tiniest things (unless he was the topic oh lord).

Naturally, among his sisters, Kurahashi got along with Yuko (youngest sister) the most, as they have very similar personalities and instantly clicked.

She wasn't able to meet Kohaku (second youngest sister) that day, as she was apparently staying at a friend's place. But Chiba was sure that they'd also get along.

There are two adult cats living in the Chiba residence. The male cat, which is the eldest, is pretty much attached to Chiba as they have been together since he was 7 years old. Yuko basically claimed their female cat, who recently had given birth to plenty of kittens.

While Kurahashi was busy cooing over the cute kitties, Rena (the eldest sister), who had just got home from club activities, approached her brother and remarked: "I already find it hard to believe that you actually got a girlfriend but oh wow I didn't think she'd be this cute."

Chiba: "That's not her 😐"

Chiba would actually fight anyone who dares to assume that his relationship with Hinano goes beyond being good friends. It felt so nice to have such a genuine friend and he doesn't want anyone to ruin that with their assumptions.

Maehara: "Oho? Kurahashi went to your place yesterday??"

Chiba: "Yeah she did and you better not have any weird thoughts about it or I'll deck you."

And don't even get me started with their shopping adventures 💔. Their friendship has come to a point that if Kurahashi's circle of friends aren't available on a day when she wants to go shopping with them, she can easily invite Chiba instead without having any second thoughts.

The first time it happened, she was mildly surprised that Chiba knows his way through the shopping district and would even take the lead in certain locations as if he had been there often enough to seemingly memorize the whole place.

Kurahashi: "There's a huge sale today but everyone has plans after school... ;-;"

Chiba: "Hmm? I'm free today, Hinano. Will you be okay with having me instead?"

Kurahashi: ":D"

Chiba always offers to carry their shopping bags (yes he always ends up shopping for himself as well lol) and Kurahashi is the one who suggests places for them to rest or eat at after spending a long time walking from one store to another.

While they are resting or eating, they would still have lots to talk about.

Actually, there was almost never a time where they're not chatty together. It was as if the moment one sees the other, there is already a topic in their minds that they want to talk about. So yeah, the room is never quiet with them together lol.

Some stuffs I thought about them because I love them and their friendship so much omg.

I like to think that Kurahashi is Chiba's natural social battery, as in she easily brings out the once rarely seen bubbly side of him the moment she gives him a smile. And I also like to think that Chiba is clinging onto the fact that there is someone who actually genuinely likes his company, which is why being with Kurahashi makes him so happy that his smile had gotten so wide without him realizing it 💔

They're just the cutest 😢

[skellebonez]

So apparently in JTTW, Baije kept trying to get the monk to say the thing that would activate the torture headband? According to a post I just saw anyway. So I'd like to prompt something where Monkie Kid era Monkey King and Pigsy are arguing, and Monkey King brings that up, because it's kind of /messed up/. Preferably with prompts 25 or 47 because those seem vaguely fluffy and I don't want it to end /sad/ plz?

There are multiple times in the book (though it happened more often early on) where Zhu Bajie took full advantage of how much Tripitaka trusted him and made Wukong’s day miserable because of it, he isn’t the middle brother for nothing! The two have a better relationship as the book goes on, but as an eldest sibling I can tell you... even if you're on good terms later, sometimes you still remember the ways they used to mess with you... also I went overboard. Very overboard. This is really long.

"You have until the count of three to remove your arms from my person, or so help me…!"/ “Tell me what you want me to do."

Things had been going so well... at least as well as could be expected given they had only really seen each other twice after 500 years of Sun Wukong vanishing.

Their first meeting, their initial reunion, wasn't so much a meeting and more "hey I'm here to help MK fight because things are actually really bad and I totally don't already know who two of you are" and then lots of saving the world without the time to talk to or call out his once elder brother before he ran off. Their second meeting was not long after, Wukong coming to check up on MK at the shop and "oh yeah uh I kinda know your boss Bud". Which. Nice job revealing his secret Wukong.

That was a very interesting conversation, explaining to MK that he was indeed The Zhu Bajie from the stories and yes Tang knew and no only Tang knew and no he did not want to talk about why this was kept secret. Then it devolved into MK insisting the two of them needed to hang out together and then questions about Sandy and then how it was so cool that his dad was friends with his mentor. The at first befuddled and then completely shocked expression on Wukong's face as he finally put two and two together made agreeing to MK's insistence so much easier.

Easier than being pogo'd to Flower Fruit Mountain and then being stuck there as MK ran off to do "hero stuff" with Mei, anyway. At first it was awkward, being shown around the mountain by a man who he had spent years of his life with and was clearly trying to not look uncomfortable at the time lost between them.

Then the monkeys attacked. Well. Less attacked, more jumped on Pigsy in sheer excitement. It only took a few seconds for Wukong to cackle and pull them off him with the care of a roughhouseing father. Some of them were just little ones barely new to the world (he didn't miss how much more careful Wukong was with them), but Pigsy recognized a few of the elder ones from the time he had come here to bring Wukong back after the... WBS and Wood Wolf... event.

He also didn't expect any of them to actually remember him or to see Wukong acting so positively parental in comparison to how he acted the last time he was here. It was strange, he knew the Monkey King could be caring and that he had changed on their journey and must have become different over their time apart, but this was a side he had never truely thought he would see from him ever before. And he couldn't help but chuckle a bit at that.

It was like a tension line was finally let slack. They didn't simply slide back into banter, but they were much more relaxed. Wukong pointed out where he had been training MK, showed him to where his house stood (Pigsy wondered if he ever tried to rebuild the palace that had burnt down long before he visited all those years ago, but did not dare to bring that up either). The house was much more modern than he had expected, even having full internet access and TV and a kitchen.

He would never tell anyone about the passionate 1 hour conversation they had about cooking when he realized Wukong picked it up as a hobby. No one will ever know their debate/rant on how to properly prepare dough for steaming and how so many people do it wrong.

At some point they ate a lunch Wukong had prepared, much better than Pigsy expected, and that's probably when it went downhill.

He'd made an offhanded joke about people who use too much seasoning. Wukong joked back, asking if his underseasoned cooking was up to Pigsy's standards. Pigsy had shoved the monkey on old reflex, not hard and not nearly enough to move him, saying if he wanted him to compliment his cooking he could have just asked like a good big brother.

That had started a friendly wrestling match, not unlike ones they had had before and that drew a crowed of monkeys excited to watch. That wrestling match turned more violent before Pigsy had realized it and somehow, some way, they started actually fighting. He yelled about how Wukong had no right to just make MK his sucessor. Wukong yelled about how he chose MK because he was the most qualified and capable person he found. Pigsy shot back that he barely knew him before training him and if he had even bothered to try knowing him he would have known he was Pigsy's kid and he was a shitty mentor. Wukong screamed at that, scaring off most of their audience with the volume, picking Pigsy up off the ground entirely with his arms pinned down.

"You take that back right now, Bajie!" Wukong hissed out in a dangerous tone, one Pigsy didn't give a single damn about heeding in his anger.

"You have until the count of three to remove your arms from my person, or so help me...!" Pigsy fought against Wukong's hold, scrambling for any kind of purchase he could get with his feet dangling off the ground.

"Or what, Bajie? What!? Are you going to find another fillet and tell MK the sutra for it this time!? Are you going to make him not trust me like you did Tripitaka!? ARE YOU!?"

The words made Pigsy stop, but it was Wukong's tone that made him try to turn back to look at him. He'd sounded angry before but now he sounded... genuinely upset. Not angry upset. Sad upset. "I wouldn't do that."

"You did before." Damn it. He really was sad upset...

"Yeah... Yeah, I did." Pigsy admitted with only slight hesitation as he looked at the ground beneath him. "I'm sorry. About how I acted back then. I made everything harder than needed. I made Master hurt you and you didn't deserve it. More often than I'd like to admit..." There was a beat of silence before he decided to take a chace with a question that would probably upset Wukong more. But he had to ask. "How... how painful was it?"

The two of them didn't move for a while, Pigsy just hanging limply until Wukong slowly leaned down and set his feet back on ground. His grip losened slighly, but he didn't let Pigsy go as he rested his forehead against the back of Pigsy's head with a sigh. "Very. Very painful. It... the way it... Bajie, I don't want to-"

"You don't have to," Pigsy interrupted, raising one of his arms now that he could move to grab and squeeze his wrist. "If 'very' is all you want to say, I get it. I'm sorry."

"You already said that."

"And I'll say it again because I mean it." Pigsy pulled away, Wukong’s grip weakened enough for him to without even the smallest fight, and turned around to face him.

He reached up, Wukong giving him an odd confused look as he placed his hands over and around his forehead. Realization dawned quickly and he tensed as Pigsy felt the almost imperceptible scars hidden under his well groomed fur. For the band to have been impactful enough to leave marks at all, let alone after all this time... some didn't feel like cuts or stretches, more like burns almost.

"I'm sorry too," Wukong said suddenly. "For being an ass. I wasn't exactly the greatest travel companion myself at times. And for... for disappearing."

"I already forgave ya for the stuff on the journey long ago," Pigsy said as he pulled his hands back and crossed his arms. "Couldn't sit right with myself if I held a grudge for what you did after the shit I pulled. But I appreciate the apology for up and vanishing. And uh, I'm sorry for calling you a shitty mentor."

"You better be!" Wukong chuckled, standing up straight with an awkward crooked smile. "But, you know, I could stand to be a better teacher. You weren't wrong when I said I don’t know enough about MK."

"I could tell you a few things," Pigsy offered. "Nothing personal, just like how we met and what his job is like. To make up for the. Everything."

"Hmn..." Wukong made a point to rub his chin in thought, clearly about to do something Pigsy wondered if they would both regret. "On one condition."

"Tell me what you want me to do," Pigsy sighed out, fully resigned for whatever the Monkey King was going to ask.

"Cook me dinner."

... that... was not what he expected at all. "That's it?"

"That's it!"

That wasn't near enough to make up for anything in Pigsy's mind... but if that’s what Wukong wanted he supposed that was a start.

[tanzaniiite]

OVER IT • TSUKISHIMA K.

requests: CLOSED

warnings: angst galore

word count: 2.9k

this idea has been in my head for the past couple of days and i’ve finally got to write it out, i’ll be back to request killing after this. enjoy!

It was a simple statement.

You didn't mean anything by it, so you weren't sure why your boyfriend was making a big deal out of nothing. At least, you assumed it was nothing. It's obvious that Tsukishima has trust issues, that you were well aware of. But you've known him since middle school. One would believe that you've passed that hurdle in your relationship, right? Wrong.

Being around Kei felt like a being around a time bomb. Most people didn't know what would trigger him and his resting bitch face didn't make it any easier either. Of course, having dated him for almost a year now and knowing him for more, you knew what to and what not to bring up. But like most people, you slip up. Who knew ten words would cause so much turmoil?

It started off normal, well as normal as a study date could be. The practice had ended early for some reason, you decided to not pry about it. You, Tsukishima, and Yamaguchi walked home together. The walk was relatively quiet, with you and Tadashi having a small conversation of your own. Once Yamaguchi went on his own merry way, Kei carefully held your hand with his. You glanced at him and smiled slightly. "Oh, what's this? Tsukishima Kei, showing affection?" You teased, swinging your hands back and forth slightly. Tsukishima's cheeks were dusted a light pink, if you asked, he would swear it was the heat (even though the temperature dropped almost an hour ago). But you both knew that you were the only one who had the power to make him flustered, even if it wasn't by much.

"Shut up. I'm your boyfriend, I can't hold your hand?" He questioned, staring straight ahead. You giggled and poked his cheek, "Nope, not you. It's weird" You taunted. It was all fun and games until he snatched his hand away from yours, which caused a whine to leave your lips. "Hey!" You pouted, trying to grab his hand again. "No, it's weird right?" He retorted, holding his hand out of your reach, knowing it was impossible for you to obtain. He chuckled as you jumped trying to get him to hold your hand again. After five minutes, he decided to take pity on you and hold your hand once again. You glared at him, "You're so mean" You stated.

"Of course, I've got to give my girlfriend the full Tsukishima Kei experience"

The walk to his house was full of playful banter exchanged between the two of you. But the minute Kei spotted his brother's car in the driveway, his demeanor changed. You didn't notice the change right away, "Oh, I didn't your brother was visiting from college" You said, still holding Tsukishima's hand. The blonde pulled his hand away from yours and stuck them in his pockets, "Neither did I" He replied, walking ahead of you.

You followed behind him, now noting the solemn mood that took over. You knew Kei didn't talk to his brother much, after the whole "incident" between them. His mom often complained to you about the gap was growing in her two boys' relationship. You couldn't help but feel bad, you knew it was a pride thing when Akiteru lied to his brother. Obviously that doesn't excuse it but still, you understood.

"I'm home, Y/n's with me"

Tsukishima called out while taking his shoes off with you following suit. Akiteru popped his head in the foyer, "Hey lil bro, long time no see" He chirped. Kei just nodded, not bothering to respond. You didn't miss the slight hurt that flashed on his older brother's face before he turned to you. "Omg Y/n, you've gotten so big since I last saw you! How are you?" He asked, pulling you in for a hug. You hugged back, smiling, "I'm good, how's college life? Is it as good as the movies?" You inquired.

Akiteru has always been like an older brother to you, way before you and Tsukishima started dating. He was the reason you two got acquainted in the first place. Akiteru worked for your parents for a couple of summers. And when your parents threw their annual 'End of the Summer' cookout, Akiteru finally accepted their invitation and brought Kei along with him. The rest was history.

"Ha! I wish, it's hard to party when you're swamped with work but that might just be my poor management skills talking" He laughed, scratching his cheek lightly. "Enough about me, what brings you here?" Akiteru asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Oh, Kei is gonna help me study for a bit" You answered, suddenly noticing that your boyfriend was no longer in the foyer. "Ah that's good, well I'll let you get to it. Wouldn't want to keep Kei waiting, I think we both know he doesn't have a lot of patience" Akiteru said, whispering the last part causing you to giggle. You waved to the eldest Tsukishima brother as you made you way upstairs to Kei's room.

You opened the room door before closing it gently behind you. Your blonde boyfriend was already at his desk, reading a textbook, his headphones snuggly placed on his head. You walked over to him, lifting one side of his headphones, "Thanks leaving me alone with your brother" You whispered in his ear before pulling away and sitting on his bed.

Tsukishima took off his headphones and turned to look at you, "Sorry, it didn't look like you minded" He replied back. You took note of the snarky tone he used, he's annoyed with you for speaking to his brother. You mentally rolled your eyes, how petty. "My bad, maybe it's because I haven't seen the dude in almost a year" You muttered while rummaging in your bookbag. Tsukishima just stared at you before turning back to his textbook.

You two did work in silence for a good ten minutes before you spoke up. "Are you still mad at Akiteru?" You asked randomly. You knew this was a sensitive topic for your boyfriend but the tension you felt in the foyer earlier wasn't imaginary. "Who said I was mad at him?" Tsukishima inquired, not bothering to look at you. "Uhh, says the tension that was in the air the minute you saw his car" You retorted, looking up from your own textbook.

There was a short pause before he responded, "Well no. I'm not mad at him. Annoyed? Yes. Mad? No" He replied curtly. You knew you could push a few more questions before Kei got to his breaking point. "Well, why? What did he do this time?" You asked, resting your chin on your hand. "Nothing" Kei stated with a note of finality in his voice. Signaling to you that he didn't want to speak about his brother anymore.

But you didn't care. You knew what this was really about, and against your better judgment, you decided to push your agenda. "Clearly, it's something. You don't give dry ass responses to your brother for no reason Kei" You spoke, the textbook in your lap long forgotten. Tsukishima scoffed, "Please. I give dry responses to everyone". You raised an eyebrow, "You don't give dry responses to me" You insisted.

"You're different. Plus I did give you dry responses when I first met you" He claimed, still staring intently at his textbook. You sighed heavily. "Kei, you can't keep holding on to what your brother did. Yeah, it was wrong but he apologized and it happened years ago–" You started before you saw Tsukishima's hand curl into a fist. "Don't speak on things you know nothing about" He said, through gritted teeth.

You narrowed your eyes, was he fucking serious? "What the hell are you talking about? I was there Kei! So was Tadashi and that other kid, I know what I'm talking about" You argued. Finally, for the first time in this whole conversation, Tsukishima turned to face you. If looks could kill, you would be dead on the spot. His honey-colored eyes glared at you and his eyebrows were furrowed causing creases between them.

"Clearly, you don't. If you did, you would know it's not that easy for me to let something like that go. He lied, Y/n" Kei snapped, his glare not once faltering. "Everybody lies Kei. You're smart enough to know that also applies to your brother" You explained, staring at the blonde in disbelief. Why was he so adamant about holding on to this? What was the problem? "That's not the point." He huffed, turning around again.

"Then what is the point Kei?"

Tsukishima just shook his head, returning to his work. You blinked, was he ignoring you now? Wow, so childish. You huffed through your nose and picked up your discarded textbook, "I seriously can't believe you haven't gotten over this yet" You uttered, flipping the pages to the right chapter.

And there it was.

The time bomb finally stopped ticking.

Next thing you knew, Tsukishima slammed his textbook shut and swiveled around in his chair at the speed of light. His face was red and he was shaking, in what you assumed was anger. This, however, wasn't an unfamiliar sight. You and Kei have argued before and you guys would argue again. You were both fireballs, and you know what they say about fighting fire with fire...

"Get out."

"I'm sorry, are you having a tantrum?"

"I said: GET OUT!"

You flinched slightly at his raised voice. You watched how his anger subsided for a hot second before he sat down and returned to his textbook. All you could do was scoff and pack your stuff. He always did this, you always tried to help him. Always tried to get him to open up and what did you get in return? Anger, that's what you got. Every fucking time. You zipped up your bag and flung it over your shoulder before storming out of his room, slamming the door behind you.

You put your shoes on as fast as you could, but it was a little hard to do so with the tears clouding your vision. "Hey" Akiteru spoke softly, sitting next to you on the stoop. You sniffed, "Hey. Kei and I finished studying. So I'm leaving if I could get this stupid shoe on–" You claimed, as you struggled to get your left shoe on. Akiteru took your shoe from you, "I heard you and Kei arguing... you don't need to defend me y'know" He stated as he helped you slip on your shoe with ease.

"I know but he's being such a dick about it. You already apologized, what more does he want?" You asked rhetorically, wiping the tears in your eyes. Akiteru only shrugged, "I don't know what he wants. But I do know he has every right to be upset with me. I lied to him for three years, I would be mad at me too" He spoke, whispering the last part.

"You had a good reason tho–"

"But that doesn't make it okay"

"I know but–"

"Y/n. Kei will forgive me on his own time. I can't force him and neither can you. All I can do is wait and all you can do is support him. I get the feeling he isn't pleased with his girlfriend siding with his brother" Akiteru joked lightly. He gently patted your knee before standing up and stretching.

"Now c'mon, let me drive you home"

The next week was a nightmare. Tsukishima didn't speak to you and vise versa. If he wanted to be an asshole, then so be it. He'll never catch you trying to help him again. But... you'd be lying if you said you didn't miss him. You missed how he would walk you to class, how you two would sit in the courtyard together for lunch, how you would walk him to volleyball practice before going to the library to wait for him. The list goes on, Kei was a big part of your life whether you wanted to admit it or not.

"Y/n! Y/N!"

You turned around to see blue and orange bounding toward you at full speed. You quickly step sided before they collided into you. "Hey Hinata, Kageyama, what's up?" You asked, looking at the two boys trying to catch their breath in front of you. Suddenly they both bowed simultaneously, "Please tutor us!" They asked in unison. You chuckled nervously as students passing by gave you three weird looks. "Uh.. sorry guys but my marks are fairly average. I don't think I'll be any help to you" You claimed, rubbing the back of your neck.

"Please? Tsukishima won't tutor us anymore! He's been a real jerk lately" Hinata huffed, his cheeks puffing out slightly. "More like an asshole" Kageyama commented before quickly stuttering out, "S-Sorry! I know he's your boyfriend–". You held up your hand, "It's okay, I know. He's been the same way with me. I could tutor you guys before practice if you want?" You suggested.

"Yes! Thank you so much Y/n! You're the best!"

Hinata hugged you tightly and you patted his head. "You're welcome Hinata, I'll meet you guys at the gym later" You confirmed, before pulling away and walking to your next class.

Why did you agree to this again?

You loved Hinata and Kags, you saw them as little brothers but.. these boys are idiots. You wanted to tear your hair out. Letting out an exasperated sigh, you tried to explain the formula to them one more time. "Come on guys, it's not that hard" You claimed, leaning your head in your hand. The gym floor was hurting your butt and you couldn't wait for Daichi to show up so you could leave.

Not to mention, you wanted to get out of here before he who shall not be named shows up. "I'm sorry Y/n, I just don't get it," Tobio said, erasing his paper for what seemed like the hundredth time. You sighed, "Y'know what? It's fine. We'll pick this up again tomorrow, you guys have to get ready for practice anyways" You stated as you started packing your stuff. The boys nodded following suit.

You bid them goodbye as you left the gym. Once you turned around to head home, the last person you wanted to see was standing a few feet away from you. Tsukishima stared at you, his eyes widen by a fraction, probably surprised as to why you were in the gym. Next to him was his right-hand man, Yamaguchi. Tadashi just looked between the two of you before heading off to the club room on his own. You didn't blame him, the tension in the air was thick.

"Hey stranger"

"Hey."

You walked to Tsukishima, deciding enough was enough. As much as you hated to admit it, you missed your sarcastic bean pole of a boyfriend. When you stopped right in front of him, he nodded towards the gym, "What were you doing in there?" He asked. Ugh, you got a migraine just thinking about it. "I was trying to teach your friends some math turns out I overestimated how smart they were," You said, looking up at your boyfriend. "Yeah? Well, that was your first mistake" He replied, the smallest of smirks gracing his lips.

You smiled sadly, looking down at your feet, "I miss you" You muttered. You fully expected Tsukishima to pretend to not hear you and make you repeat yourself like he always did. And you two would makeup and all would be good again. But.. he didn't do that. Kei lifted your chin with his fingers to make you face him. He then wrapped his arms around you and pulled you close to him. You, of course, hugged him back as he mumbled something against your hair.

You stifled a giggle as you leaned back to face him. "I'm sorry, I didn't quite catch that. Can you repeat that?" You asked sweetly. "Really Y/n?" He groaned. You nodded, looking at him expectantly. Kei rolled his eyes before looking at you seriously, "I missed you too. And I'm sorry for being a dick" He apologized, kissing your forehead tenderly. A small pout formed on your lips, "Why are you sorry? I pushed you and that's on me. You'll forgive Akiteru on your own time, and I'll support whatever you do. Whether that's giving him forgiveness or the silent treatment" You declared, holding his face in your hands.

Tsukishima rolled his eyes, "Stop being so dramatic, it's annoying. But, you were right. I can't be mad at him forever. He's been trying to make things right since then and I guess I pity him" He explained, still holding you in his arms. "Hm. Well, take it slow, there's no rush. Akiteru will be happy either way. Now go to practice, you're late" You scold, pulling away and pushing your boyfriend towards the gym. Kei grabbed your hand before you walked off, "Hey Y/n?". You hummed in response looking back at him. Your heart skipped a beat as he looked at you with nothing but love and admiration in his eyes.

"I don't what I'd do without you, so thank you for being in my life"

You smiled widely, pressing a soft kiss to Kei's lips, "Aw, look who's being dramatic now".

In the end, you never found the answers to your questions. And that's okay. Because you'll support Tsukishima in all his endeavors, petty or not. Because that's what partners do for each other. Tsukishima wasn't over his brother's betrayal and even though you didn't really understand why... that was okay. Because this was about him, not you.

And so, you got over it.

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[layce2015]

The Last of Us Part 2 (Joel Miller x Reader)

What If (y/n) Died pt 4 (Finale)

The Last of Us Part 2 Masterlist

What if pt 1

After getting a boat and making his way to the aquarium through the rain storm, Joel finally made it to the aquarium and started to make his way inside of the building. It took some time but he found a broken window and climbed through it and entered the maze like aquarium. It seemed quite but that didn't stop Joel on letting his guard down, he kept it up as he quietly made his way through.

Eventually, he found what would've been the lobby area of the aquarium and saw Abby standing near the desk, talking into her radio. "Does anyone come in? Hello?" She called out as she tries to get a signal. Joel pulls out his revolver and starts to walk slowly behind her.

"Can you guys hear me? Hello? Jordan? Nora? Leah? Owen? Mel? Anybody?" She calls out in a panic. Then she sighs and sets her radio down. "Damn it." She growls, frustrated, then Joel gets up behind her and places his gun behind her head. "Don't move." He said and Abby's eyes widen at this but she smirks a bit as she recognized his voice.

"Look who finally decided to show up." She sneers and Joel shoves the gun closer to her head. "Shut up. Hands above your head." He growls and she starts to raise her hands, slowly. Abby knew that Joel would come after her but she didn't think he'd come so soon, so this was a bit of a shock to her.

"Here to avenge her?" Abby asked him and Joel starts to cock his gun and shove it harder into her head. Abby chuckles a bit then said. "I should've killed you at that cabin too." 

"You're right. You should have." Joel said. "It should have been me...but you picked her....why?"

"Because you two killed my father at St. Mary's." Abby growls and Joel's eyes widen a bit but he had some notion that this is what it was all about. "I was the one that killed your dad, not her. You should have killed me but you killed her instead." Joel said, tightly, through clenched teeth. "Why her?"

"My dad was important to me. And she was important to you. So I figured...an eye for an eye." Abby said and Joel glares at her. "Only one exception: she had everyone who loves her...you don't." Joel growls and before he could do anything, there was a loud crash off into the distance.

Joel looks towards the noise as Abby, taking the advantage, turns around and knocks the gun out of his hand then punches him. He stumbles back but quick regains composure as she goes to punch him again.

He blocks her blows then the two began to fight a bit. They trade blows to each other until Joel got the upperhand and was able to knock her down to the ground. Then he got on top of her and punched her face repeatedly, breaking her nose and busting her lip, with his fists until he pulls out a shiv and starts to bring down the knife on her chest.

She grabs his arms and does her best to keep the blade from entering into her chest then grapples the shiv out of Joel's hand and used it to stab him in the leg. Joel lets out a pained yell but lets out a scream when she started to twist the blade into his leg.

Then she punched him in the face until she kicked him off of her. Joel falls on his back and holds his bleeding leg as Abby gets up and wipes away the blood from her face. "You stupid old man." She growls as Joel tries to get up but the pain in his leg was preventing him to do it.

Abby goes to grab a pipe nearby and starts to walk towards him. "You killed my friends. We let you live...and you wasted it." She growls as Joel glares at her. "You killed my wife, the mother of my boys." Joel spat. Abby glares at him as he tries to crawl away from her. "And you and that stupid bitch killed my dad." Abby said and Joel looks over to his right and sees his revolver.

He looks at Abby, and is about to grab the gun but then she started to raise the pipe above her head. "I'm gonna enjoy this. You will join her soon." She growls but then a gunshot sounds out, she drops the pipe and holds her left shoulder, which had a bullet wound.

Joel jumps, slightly, then grabs his revolver and shoots Abby in both of her knees. Abby screams in pain as Joel sits up and sees Ellie walking in, holding her gun; Jesse and Tommy come running up behind her. "Joel!" Tommy exclaims as he runs over to his older brother.

Abby screams in pain some more, holding her leg, as Ellie keeps her gun trained on her. "Jesse, come here and help me." Tommy said and he and Jesse help Joel up to his feet. "You fuckin' people." Abby shouts, angrily. Joel glares over at her then starts to walk, or limps, over to her as best as he could.

"Is this...w-what she...wanted? T-to continue this...cycle? What about...your kids, h-huh? What...would t-they...think?" Abby asked Joel, between her gasps of pain, as he goes to pick up the pipe she dropped. He walks over to her and said. "I don't care. You brought this on yourself."

Then he raises the pipe and hits Abby across her face. Ellie gasps as Tommy and Jesse jump slightly at this while Joel kept hitting Abby over and over with the pipe. Each impact the pipe made, Joel saw flashes of (y/n). The good times they had flashed before his eyes, like their date nights, them dancing and laughing at their reception, movie nights with Sarah.

Then moments of them saving each other during their 20 years of surviving, when the two met Ellie and started their cross country journey. Then when he had his ear against (y/n)'s pregnant stomach as she plays with his hair while he feels the baby's kicking, then to where he was in bed looking at (y/n) as she stares up at him with love the night before they went on patrol with Tommy.

Then he remembers the day when she mouthed I love you to him before she died.

He lets out a heartbreaking yell and hits Abby one more time, killing her. He takes some deep breathes as he looks at Abby's bashed in face, which eerily looked like how (y/n)'s face looked. He stares at Abby's body and tosses the pipe aside as he slows down his breathing while Ellie, Jesse and Tommy watch him with worry.

"Joel..." Ellie said, softly, as she walks close to him. A tear runs down Joel's face and he places his hands over his face and starts to cry, silently. Ellie then goes up to him and places her hand on his shoulder, he lowers his hands then looks over at her as she gives a sympathetic look to him and hugs him.

Tommy then goes over to his older brother and hugs him as well, Joel embraced them and just broke down.

2 Weeks Later

The group finally make their way back to Jackson where their families are waiting for them. Jesse's parents hugged him, Maria comes up to Tommy and hugs him and Dina hugs Ellie and Jesse, where she tells him that she found out she is pregnant with his child.

Joel dismounts his horse and started to use this long stick, Ellie found for him, to use as support for his limp. The last two weeks, Joel had been awfully quiet which worried Ellie, Tommy and Jesse.

But then Joel's expression lit up a little when his boys came running towards him and they share a heartwarming hug. "Is it over, Daddy?" Ethan asked Joel as he and his brother look up at their dad. Joel looks between the boys before he speaks for the first time in weeks. "Yeah...it’s over now." He said and the boys hug him again.

16 Years Later

There was a knock on the front door, which startled the older man from his sleep. He takes in a huge breath then lets it out slowly as he gets up from his bed, and grabs the cane that was leaning against his bed table. The gray haired man, with streaks and shades of his natural black hair color, makes his way downstairs as the knocking continues.

"I'm coming." The man hollers. He opens the door and smiles once he sees who was at the door. "Well, look who's here!" He said as a smirk appears on his face. "Hey dad." The young black haired man said, he was about the old man's height and if you'd ask his uncle, he would say that he looked alot like his dad when he was younger.

"To what do I owe the pleasure of this little visit?" The old man asked and the young man raises a confused eyebrow.

"Uh...dad, remember? We're suppose to go and celebrate J.J.'s birthday at Ellie and Dina's." The young man said and the old man's eyes widen. "Is that today?" He asked, making his son chuckle. "Did the Joel Miller forget about his eldest grandson's sixteenth birthday?" The son asked, teasingly.

"Sorry to disappoint, Ethan, but my memory ain't as good as it used to be. It'll happen to you and you brother." Joel said and Ethan chuckles. "Probably more me than Aiden." He said. "Yeah, Aiden is like his momma. Mind as sharp as a tack." Joel mutters and Ethan smirks a bit. "Well, let me go get changed and I'll be down in a minute." Joel said. "Sure, dad. Everyone's loaded up in the carriage, ready to go. I'll let them know we're waiting for you." Ethan said and Joel starts to make his way to the stairs.

He walks into his room, leans his cane against the closet doorway and flicks through his clothes before grabbing the ones that he liked. After getting dressed, he picks up that old chain with the woman's wedding ring hanging from it, puts it around his neck then picks up his cane and a brand new guitar he made for JJ then makes his way down the stairs.

He walks out of the house and closes the door when Aiden, who looked like his brother only he had (h/c) hair and (e/c) eyes, and Ethan come up to their dad. "You need help, dad?" Aiden asked as he comes up next to him. "I'm alright, son." Joel said, appreciatevly, as he looks up at Aiden's (e/c) eyes and smiles. "Okay, just making sure." Aiden said as Joel makes his way down the stairs.

Ever since Abby stabbed him in the leg, Joel had a permanent limp and had to use a cane to get around a bit better. This wound had made Joel retire from patrolling and he had resorted to farming as that was a bit easier for him to get around and kept his mind busy.

Aiden and Ethan pat Joel's shoulders as they make it to the carriage, where he sees Lily, a blonde haired blue eye girl who is Ethan's wife, and Eliza, red hair and green eyes girl who is Aiden's fiancé. "Morning, girls." Joel greets them as Ethan gets up on the back of the carriage. The women greet him back just as the little two year old boy smiled at him.

"Papaw!" He said as he jumps off of Lily's lap and goes over to Joel as Ethan helps his dad up to the carriage. Joel chuckles as he goes to sit down on the bench and the young boy jumps up on him. "Hey, kiddo." Joel chuckles as he picks up the boy and sets him on his lap while he set his cane anf guitar against the bench.

"Boy, you're getting so big." Joel said as his grandson sits on his lap. "Yeah, I wanna be big and strong like you, papaw." The young boy said, making Joel smile then kiss the top of his head. "Well, minus the bad leg." Aiden jokes. "Easy there, Aiden. I might have a bad leg, but I can still whoop your ass." Joel said, warningly, and everyone laughs as Ethan gets to the front of the carriage and urges the horses to go forward.

As the carriage goes through Jackson and then out through the gates, Joel looks over at his family and couldn't believe how his family has grown. Ethan and Lily had meet when Ethan was about fifteen or sixteen and they had hit it off and fell in love. Then when Ethan turned eighteen, he asked Lily to marry him and they tied the knot a couple months later. 

Soon after that, Lily found out she was pregnant and they had this beautiful boy that sat on Joel's lap. Thomas Joel Miller, or TJ, is what they named him and TJ reminded Joel of Ethan when he was this age, being talkative and energetic. Then about a year ago, Lily was pregnant once again but this time it was a girl, who they named Sarah Marie Miller which made Joel tear up a bit at this.

Aiden and Eliza are what you'd call childhood sweethearts. Ever since they met when they were ten, they had been inseparable. You couldn't imagine one without the other. The two started dating when they were about fourteen and they fell more and more in love with each other as the days went on. They had just gotten married about six months ago. 

The twins also had become good strong men that have helped keeping Jackson safe, thanks to their Uncle Tommy and to Joel. Joel was very proud of his boys and who they've become and he knew if (y/n) were still alive, she would be proud of them too.

Eventually, the group finally make it to Dina and Ellie's farmhouse and they all unload from the carriage. TJ jumps off of Joel's lap and goes over to Ethan, who got off of the carriage and started to help them out of the carriage.

Joel grunts as he gets up, grabs his cane and guitar then walks to the edge just as both of his sons stand by. "Come on, dad." Aiden said and Joel chuckles at this and says. "If you two don't quit babying me..."

"We're just worried about you, pops." Ethan said as Aiden takes Joel's cane and Ethan grabbed the guitar and the two young men help their old man down. "I know you are." Joel mutters as he lands on the ground and Aiden hands him his cane back. "Thank you." Joel said. "I'll hold onto this." Ethan said as he holds up the guitar and they start to walk towards the farmhouse.

"Well, look who showed up!" Jesse exclaims as he and JJ stand at the porch. The front door opens and Ellie walks out and smiles at the new company. Ethan and Aiden both go over and hug Ellie before they go to hug JJ and shake Jesse's hand then give him a quick hug.

Lily and Eliza hug Ellie as well then go over to JJ and Jesse. "How are you guys?" Ellie asked them while Joel walks up to the porch and smiles. They would tell her that they were good until Ellie looks at the little girl in Lily's arm.

"Hey munchkin!" Ellie said to her and the little girl holds her arms out to Ellie. "Sarah really likes you." Lily said, chuckling, as she hands the little girl over to Ellie. "Hey, Ethan and Aiden were the same way with her when they were babies." Joel said and Ellie turns to Joel and her lips curled into a smile.

"Hey babygirl." Joel greets, softly.

"Hey dad." Ellie said, smiling.

The two embraced for a few moments before Ellie pulls back and asks. "How you doin', old man?" Joel chuckles and replies. "Doin' alright. You?" Joel asked her. "I'm good." She replied and he nods at her. 

Ever since Abby was killed all those years ago, Joel and Ellie's relationship had slowly improved as the days went on. The two would often help the other whenever one of them relived the day (y/n) died, which caused sleepless nights, isolation, breakdowns, and reckless stunts during patrol, in Ellie’s case.

Ellie had forgiven Joel for what he and (y/n) did many years ago, having finally understood why they did what they did after she caught JJ’s eyes when he was born. Though (y/n) wasn't there to hear her say those words, Joel assured  Ellie that she would've been happy and that (y/n) loved her no matter what even after death.

This brought Ellie to tears and the two embraced each other as she started to cry, Joel let a few tears escape his eyes but did his best to keep it together for Ellie.

As the day turned into the evening, the family ate, drank, talked and laugh as everyone bonded and caught up with what was going on with their lives. JJ loved the guitar Joel had made for him and he started to play a bit from what he learn from Joel and Ellie.

They applaud once he finished and Joel gives him a proud smile. But then he noticed that Aiden and Eliza seemed a bit more quiet and nervous. "Aiden? Eliza? Everything alright?" Joel asked them and they look over at him, shocked. 

"Well, we...uh...we..." Aiden stammers as everyone looks at them. "Well, we do have an announcement but..." Eliza said and Dina nods at them. "What is it?" She asked. "We don't want to take away JJ's special day." Aiden said. "Go ahead, spit it out...what is it, Uncle Aiden?" JJ asked him then Aiden and Eliza share a look before she bites her lips.

"Well....to make a long story short, there's gonna be a new addition to this family." Aiden said as Eliza giggles. "Are you fucking serious?!" Ellie said, shocked, as everyone gasps. The young couple nod and Dina and Lily screech in excitement as they stand up and hug Eliza. "Congratulations!" Jesse said to Aiden as he pats his back.

"Thanks, Jesse." Aiden said as Ethan hugs his brother. "Way to go, bro!" Ethan said and Aiden laughs while Joel stands up and Aiden looks over at his father. "Congrats, Aiden." Joel said as Aiden walks up to him. "Thanks, dad." He said and father and son hugged each other.

"Can I talk to you, privately?" Aiden asked him. Joel nods and the two walk away from the others as they talk about the new baby with Eliza. Once they were away from listening ears, Aiden turns to Joel. "I was wondering if I could get your blessing..." he said and Joel raises an eyebrow at this. "Blessing? For what?" Joel asked, confused.

"Well, this baby....I don't know why but I have this weird feeling that it's gonna be a girl. And....I was wondering, if it's okay with you, if Eliza and I could name her (y/n)?" Aiden asked him and Joel's eyes begin to tear up at this. "Of course, you can..." Joel said, his voice shaking and full of emotion. Aiden smiles at this as Joel goes to wipe away the tears.

"I know she would've been honored." Joel said to Aiden just as Ethan comes up to them. "Who would've been honored?" Ethan asked, curious, and Aiden turns to his brother. "I asked dad if I could name the baby (y/n) if its a girl." Aiden replied and Ethan looks down at this.

"I wish she was here." Ethan said and Aiden nods. "Same here. I miss her so much." He said and Joel looks down at the ground. The boys look up at their father and noticed how sad he looked. Then both boys go to hug Joel as he tried to keep his emotions in check, trying not to attract any attention from the others.

The three Miller men break their embrace as Joel takes a deep breath then looks at his sons and nods, letting them know that he was alright. The boys give him a comforting smile before they go back to the festivities.

That night, Joel returns to his home and walks up the stairs to his room. He looks at his bed side table and stares at the picture of him, Sarah and (y/n) at Sarah's soccer game. He sits down on the bed then picks up the picture. He lets out a sigh as he stares at his girls; missing them now more than ever, especially (y/n).

He sets the picture down then takes off the chain around his neck, kissed the ring then sets it down on the table next to the picture and starts to get ready for bed. Once he gets ready for bed, he sets his cane to the side of the bed and lays down in the bed. He looks back at the photo and gives a small smile towards it. "Goodnight, girls." He mutters then he starts to close his eyes and drift off to sleep.

He opens his eyes and realized, immediately, he wasn't in his home in Jackson. He was in a truck...his old truck. "What?" He mutters, confused, then he looks out the window and gasps. In front of him, was his old home back in Texas and it looked untouched, almost like how it was the night he, (y/n) and Sarah left it when the Outbreak first happened.

He looks to his right and sees his cane before he grabs it then gets out of his truck. He makes his way to the front door when he heard voices on the other side, familiar voices...voices he hadn't heard in a long time.

He opens the door and choked up a sob when he saw who the voices belonged to. "Dad!" Sarah exclaimed, happily, as she stands up and runs to him. She tackles him in a hug and Joel smiles as he holds her tight. "Sarah..." He whispers, tearfully, and she pulls back from the hug and smiles at him.

He raises his head up and his eyes widen in surprise when he sees (y/n). Only she looked much younger, it was like she hadn't aged a day since Outbreak Day. "(Y/N)." He said, softly, and she smiles and walks up to him. She reaches out, placed a hand on his cheek and he closes his eyes, relishing in the feeling of her hand on his face.

It had been so long since he felt her touch, he forgot what it felt like. He placed his hand over hers then turns his head to kiss her palm. (Y/N)'s smile grew wider as she lets out a breathless laugh. "Hey, Joel." He opens his eyes and stares at her as she looks him over.

"You got old." She said, chuckling a bit. Joel laughs as well while Sarah smiles and looks between them. "You don’t look too bad yourself." He said to her, smiling.��She sniggers a bit then said. "You ol' sap." 

Well, I am the romantic type." Joel said and her smile grew wider. "You got your ways." She said, smiling, as he looks her over, lovingly. "I've miss you. Both of you." He whispers. "We've missed you too, Daddy." Sarah said.

"How’s everyone, Joel? The boys giving you trouble?" (Y/N) asked and Joel chuckles to himself, shaking his head. “The boys are great. You would be proud of how much they’ve grown. They even got a family of their own.” Joel explains and (y/n) smiles.

“And Ellie? How’s my other baby girl?" She asked him. “She’s doing good. Remember Dina?” He asked and she nods. “She and Dina married a few years back. After Seattle, we made it back and found out Dina was pregnant then she had a son named JJ. They live in a farm not too far from Jackson. And Jesse actually found someone new.”

“That’s good. I’m so happy for them. And what about your brother and Maria?” (y/n) asked, curiously. “They worked things out with their marriage. They have a kid as well, thank God that son of a bitch finally settled down.” Joel chuckles and (y/n) and Sarah laughs.

"Gosh, first I have two brothers, now I have a cousin?!" Sarah said. "Well, good thing I told him about you." Joel said and Sarah's smile grew bigger. "All good I hope." She said as she folds her arms across her chest, but her smile still plastered on her face.

"Naw, I told them every embarrassing story about you." Joel jokes and Sarah gives a playful scoff at this. Joel looks between his girls before (y/n) said. "We've missed you, Joel."

"I've missed you too. Both of you." He said as he looks at Sarah then looks at his wife. "Well, I sure hoped you did." (Y/N) said, sarcastically, and Joel chuckles. "But...you know, honey. You can stay here with us." (Y/N) said and Joel gives her a questioning look. "That is...if you want to." She finishes.

"Like...I have a choice?" He asked and she nods. "You can stay here with us or you can go back with Ellie and the boys." (Y/n) said and Joel looks at the girls then back towards the front door, obviously conflicted on the choice.

"I know it's hard but it is up to you, Joel. I'd understand either way." (Y/N) said as Joel looks back at her. He wanted to stay with Ellie and the boys to make more memories with them, especially since Aiden was about to have a baby, but then he felt that they didn't need him. He taught them everything he knows and they were all adults and were able to handle themselves. He also missed his wife and Sarah too much and seeing them made him feel complete.

He looks over at (y/n) then places a hand on her cheek, before he leans in and kisses her on the lips. His heart leaped into his chest once his lips touched hers; he forgot how soft her lips felt and how their lips felt together, like two pieces of the puzzle that fit together.

He pulls back and she looks him over and smiles again. "Hey, you look better now." She said, chuckling. He raises his eyebrow at this then looks over at a mirror that was hanging on the wall and noticed that he looked much younger. He stares at his reflection in shock before he looks back at (y/n) and smiles.

He goes to kiss her again then breaks the kiss before he hugs her. Sarah then goes up to her parents and hugs them, the original trio back together again as they hold each other tight. 

Few Days Later

A large group of people were at the cemetery, laying down some flowers on a freshly mound grave. Tears running down their faces as they mourn the loss of a member of their family.

Tommy wipes away his tears before he pats his nephews' shoulders then looked over at Ellie, who was just staring at the grave in sadness. Aiden and Ethan nod at their uncle as he, Maria and their son head back home. 

"Do you want us to stay, Ethan?" Lily asked him as she places a hand on his shoulder. TJ was sitting on a nearby bench, looking distraught, while Lily was carrying his sister in her arms. Eliza looks up at Aiden, who had the same look of sadness on his face just like Ellie and Ethan.

"Girls, I think we should give them space." Dina said to the two other women and they walk away, leaving Ellie, Ethan and Aiden standing before two graves. 

One of the graves had the name (y/n) Miller on it and next to it was a freshly dug up grave with a tombstone that they just placed on it, the name Joel Miller was engraved upon it.

The morning after JJ's birthday, Aiden and Ethan went by Joel's house to check on him but began to worry when they entered his home and he wasn't in his chair like he would be on any other normal day. Aiden thought maybe the festivities from the night prior might have worn the old man out but Ethan knew something was wrong.

They called out for Joel but no response. That is until they entered his bedroom and found Joel still laying in his bed, he looked peaceful. Ethan called out to him but when Joel didn't move, the boys begin to panic. Ethan ran over to the bed and checked his dad's pulse, only to realize that his skin was already cold.

"Well...at least he's with her." Ellie mutters as she wipes her nose with the sleeve of her jacket. "Yeah..." Aiden sobbed. "I hope you're happy, dad. We're gonna miss you." Ethan said, sadly. "Say hi to mom and Sarah for us." Aiden said. The three adults stare at their parents grave a few more minutes before the twin boys walk away but Ellie stays standing.

"I'll watch over them, don't you worry." Ellie said and she lets out a sigh before wiping away the tears. "Love you, mom and dad. I'll miss you." She whispers then she starts to walk away, catching up with her family.

[fellulahh]

‘Mammon visits MC in the human realm and Lucifer gets jealous’ Part 23/???

Read Part 22 here!

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“Barbatos.” Diavolo answered, “He could sense it - he could also sense something being wrong which is why I rushed down here. I don’t know what I thought I was going to do when I saw her...” He sighed, “but then I heard you both confess your love and it made me realise what a monster I’ve been.”

Lucifer nodded, taking in his every word. “I see.” Letting out a big sigh, he met Diavolo’s eyes. “Thank you...for giving me my life back.”

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The two of them shared another silence before Lucifer walked past Diavolo, making his way over to the waiting area. He let out a shaky breath as he worried over MC and the treatment she required after giving birth. What was supposed to be the happiest day of his existence turned into a far more stressful one.

As soon as he appeared in the room, the brothers immediately rushed to his side, bombarding him with questions. “Is MC okay?!” Mammon asked frantically, gripping the eldest brother by the shoulders.

“MC’s fine.” Lucifer breathed, assuring Mammon, “She’s just undergoing a blood transfusion and needs a few stitches.”

“Yeah I bet!” Mammon nodded, acting like he knew all about child birth.

“And your little girl?” Asmo cooed, pressing his hands together as he tilted his head. “What’s she like?”

“She’s perfect.” Lucifer smiled unconsciously. “She’s absolutely tiny but she’s perfect.”

The brothers all congratulated him, showering Lucifer with kind words. Their unconditional support warmed his heart as he was surrounded by love.

Taking a seat, Lucifer let out a loud sigh as he smiled to himself. The brothers went back to doing their own thing after asking all of their questions, with Satan lingering. “How are you feeling?” The blonde haired demon asked quietly.

“Unbelievable.” Lucifer whispered, meeting Satan’s gaze. “I’ve never felt such pride in my life. MC did so well with everything considering, my love for her has never been so strong.”

“Have you told her that?” Satan asked curiously.

“I did - I told her I love her.” Lucifer chuckled, feeling an usual warm feeling in his heart.

“Wow...” Satan breathed, “I never thought your stubborn ass would admit that.”

Lucifer shot the fourth eldest a look before relaxing into his seat.

An hour or so had passed before a nurse appeared in the room. She approached Lucifer immediately. “MC has now had her stitching and transfusion - she’s a little tired but she would like to see you.”

“Of course.” Lucifer nodded, immediately standing up. “Give us five minutes?” He asked his brothers before he followed the nurse to a new room where MC had been moved to now that the baby had arrived. It was far bigger than the last, much to Lucifer’s surprise.

He fell a sense of relief when his eyes fell on MC again. It felt like he’d been kept apart from her for an eternity. His whole body softened when he noticed her gushing over their newborn baby in her arms.

Entering the room, Lucifer smiled at her as he approached her side. His heart felt like it was going to melt in his chest as he gazed down at their daughter.

“Luci.” MC breathed, quickly glancing up at him. “Isn’t she wonderful?”

“Beautiful.” He nodded, crouching beside her bed as he reached a finger out to gently stroke the tiny baby’s hand with.

“You will need to stay in overnight but your partner can say with you in this room.” The nurse informed MC as she adjusted her bed, “Our Lord Diavolo commanded it.”

“He did?” Lucifer questioned.

“He’s so thoughtful.” MC smiled to herself. “Would you like to hold her?”

Lucifer’s breath hitched in his throat. He hadn’t held their daughter yet - suddenly it felt like all of his fears had come back at once. Cautiously reaching out, MC slowly passed Lucifer the baby. He gazed down at her with worried eyes as he was scared that he’d hurt their daughter. But she didn’t cry, not even once. Sleeping peacefully, their baby didn’t stir as he held her protectively in his arms.

Tears threatened to spill from his eyes as he admired the miracle he held.

Suddenly there was a gentle knock at the door. Both MC and Lucifer turned their heads to see all 6 brothers with their noses practically pressed against the window. MC let out a weak laugh at them as they quietly slipped into the room.

“MC!” They gushed as they swiftly made their way to their side.

“Careful!” Lucifer quickly seethed, fearing they’d disturb his love.

“Alright Dad, calm down.” Levi joked.

“Oh MC! You still look positively glowing even after giving birth.” Asmo swooned as he placed his hands on the bottom of her bed.

“Where is she? The baby?” Beel smiled.

“Did you not see when you came in?” MC chuckled, “Luci’s holding her.”

All six pairs of eyes turned in his direction. They all had the same soft expression as they watched the eldest brother cradle his baby. Every single one of them felt sentimental seeing him as a Father.

“She’s so tiny!” Beel gushed, his eyes falling on the bundle of joy.

“She is.” Lucifer smiled to himself, still not taking his gaze off his daughter. Slowly, her eyes began to open and he got to see her small red orbs for the first time. There was no denying that she was his daughter. A huge, proud grin appeared on his face.

“So MC, how bad was the tearing?” Mammon piped up as the other brothers were too busy watching the baby in awe. MC was quite bewildered that he was asking such a question but she answered nevertheless.

“Quite bad but I’ve been stitched up now.” She answered simply.

“Ah yes...” he nodded, “The baby’s horns must have got ya real bad then.”

“I’m sorry...what?” Satan turned around, scrunching his nose. “The baby’s what?”

“The baby’s horns must have got her on her way out!” Mammon claimed as he raised his hands.

“Do you see any horns?!” Belphie asked in disbelief, pointing at the baby.

“Well no but they mighta disappeared!” Mammon spoke unsure.

“Mammon please don’t let the first words my daughter hears be your idiotic ones.” Lucifer sighed.

Laughing, MC laid back in bed as she enjoyed the moment they were all sharing. “So does she have a name yet?” Levi asked as he turned to MC.

Lucifer was about to say ‘no’ but MC had already started answering. “Actually there is a name I had in mind - I haven’t spoken to Lucifer about it though...” she spoke quietly. He watched her intrigued, waiting for her to continue. “Lillian.”

“Lillian?” He breathed as his lips parted.

“Yeah, after Lillith. I also thought it’d be nice because she’s a symbol of a demon falling in love with a human.” MC pondered.

The brothers were all soft as they were reminded of the memory of Lillith. It was a huge gesture to all of them, especially Lucifer and Beel.

“Lillian...my Lils.” Lucifer repeated as he gazed down at their baby. “It’s perfect.” He nodded, feeling his eyes grow glassy.

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Aw so the baby has a name and Lucifer and MC have confessed their love! Nothing can go wrong now can it?

[bbykpoper]

𝓗𝓾𝓬𝓴𝓵𝓮𝓫𝓮𝓻𝓻𝔂☀️

Inspired by this post 🌼

Pairing: botanist!Yunho x farmer!reader

Index: Jongho // Hongjoong // Seonghwa // San // Wooyoung // Mingi // Yeosang

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“Are you sure it’s okay if we brought our girlfriends along?” Hongjoong asked his friend as they walked up to the small cabin in front of them.

“Yeah, don’t worry about it.” The blue haired man smiled up at him. “It’s more fun with girls around. I don’t have to listen to Mingi’s constant whining or watch Wooyoung destroy the cabin.”

“True that!” Hongjoong laughed. “It’s nice of your aunt to let us stay here.”

“Yeah, for some reason she’s been nagging me to come along here... Sometimes I think she has some girl hiding somewhere for me or something.” Yunho sighed. “She’s more worried about me staying wifeless than my own mother.”

“Damn well I am!” A woman yelled out as she opened the cabin doors and scared Wooyoung to drop his things. 

“Aunty!” Yunho yelled out surprised.

The woman walked over to Yunho gushing over his tall stature as the rest just observed the situation happening around them. 

“You know, for a police officer, Wooyoung is quite the scaredy cat.” Seonghwa’s girlfriend whispered over to him. 

“I heard that.”

The group laughed out loud, finally catching the older woman’s attention. She was wearing a cute little straw hat on her head which made the girls gush because of the small detail of dandelions attached to the rim. 

“Oh, you like my hat?” She asked proud of her fashion taste. “It was custom made by one of the girls from the village.” She nodded her head and got the best idea of her life in that second. “Why don’t you three girls come along with me and we can ask her to make you one too?”

“Oh that would be so cool!” Jongho’s girlfriend clapped her hands in excitement.

“I’d like that too.” Hongjoon’s girlfriend blushed a crimson red when the attention turned to her.

“I want to meet her. As a fellow artist who is into crafting I must.” Seonghwa’s girlfriend looked determined.

“Who’s going to help us set up the cabin then?” Wooyoung mumbled out.

“What? Eight boys can’t do it?”

“Aunty, San didn’t come for this trip.” Yunho said. “He’s in Italy with his fiancee. It’s just the seven of us.” 

“Pish posh.” Yunho’s aunt grumbled out. “You boys are more than capable of doing this alone, we’ll be back to make dinner.” She huffed out as she grabbed a hold of the young girls. “Knowing you Yunho, you’ll burn the kitchen down if we don’t cook you something.”

Yunho blushed in embarrassement and turned around feeling defeated. With an amused smile the rest of the boys joined Yunho in their quest to setting up the cabin for living purposes, not one mentioning the fact that the blue haired man once almost burned down said cabin while trying to make some toast.

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You rode your bike in the hot afternoon with glee in your eyes as the wind caressed your sun kissed skin. You had on a green plaid dress which wildly danced around you as you pushed the pedals of the bike to make it go. You had just finished hanging out with your friends, Lia and Mads, and were on your way home to help your mother make dinner for the kids.

Your family was quite large, you having two older siblings and four younger ones.

“Ah, y/n!” 

You halted your bike when you heard your name being called and turned around to see an older woman with three young women behind her. 

“Aunty!” You smiled recognizing your neighbor’s straw hat right away. You jumped off your bike and walked up to them. “How are you?”

“Oh I’m wonderful, my nephew came to visit from the big city!” She said waving her hand with excitement. “He brought his friends along as well.” She looked behind her at the girls. “And they finally brought along these nice girls. They saw the hat you had made for me and wanted one themselves.”

“Really?” You looked up at them and they nodded along. “Then how about you girls come to my house, I’ll make you all one and you can decorate it however you want!”

“Yes!” An overly eager girl with a beret yelled out startling you. “Sorry, I tend to get excited about these things.”

“That’s okay.” You laughed it off. “I’m y/n by the way, I live in the house right next to aunty’s farm.”

“The houses around here are divided by farms. Y/N’s family farm cultivates the best fruits around here. They’re quite famous for the large amount of huckleberries growing around their house.” 

“Huckleberries?” One of the girls asked. “Gosh they grow here? In Korea?” 

“Yup. My great-grandfather somehow managed to grow a bush and then he just let nature take it’s tool and suddenly our house was surrounded by them.” You shrugged laughing. “You understand plants down’t you?”

“Oh, sorry it seems we havent’s introduced ourselves.” She scratched the back of her neck. “My name’s Strawberry.” 

“I’m Raspberry.” The girl with the pony tail and shy glances introduced herself.

“And I’m Blueberry.” The enthusiastic one said.

“Nice to meet you all.”

You made it to your home and they looked on in awe at the three story building in front of them. You guided them inside and left aunty with your mother as you moved on to your room. Your older sibling greeted you softly as he wrestled two of the younger four.

“They seem lively.” One of the girls said.

“They always are.” You answered and let them into your room.

Your room was neat and spacious, allowing you to have a full craft station in one corner. The house was built as a cabin, and the girls were amazed at the intricate woodwork and effort put into it. Every single piece of furniture you owned was handmade by either your great-grandfather or eldest brother. 

“Are you the only girl in the family?” 

“Hm?” You looked up from the ribbons you were preparing for them to choose fro and that’s when you noticed that all four of your younger brothers were now wrestling your eldest brother. “No. The eldest of our family is also a girl. But she’s married and living in Seoul with her husband and kids.” You looked away, sadness coating your little beady eyes. “She rarely comes to visit us.”

The three girls noticed your discomfort and change in mood so they opted to talk about different things while making the straw hats. You enjoyed showing Blueberry how to make them and she even showed you some other crafts you could do out of different materials.

“So wait, you make jams?” 

“And all kinds of pastries. I have a really bad sweet tooth so I decided to learn how to make some as to not bother my mother.” You admited.

“Wow. That’s so neat!”

“Girls, it’s time to go! The boys came to pick you up!” Aunty yelled from the first floor.

“I feel like a kid when the parents come to pick them up and they whine because they don’t want to go home.” Blueberry muttered as you all filled down the stairs.

The girls shuffled out the door as the older woman thanked you one last time before leaving. But suddenly she pulled over a tall man with blue hair and smiled.

“This is my nephew Yunho! He is a botanist in the National Greenhouse!” She exclaimed.

“Hi.” You said to him and he just nodded lost for words. “I’m y/n. Your aunty has spoken so much about you.”

“He could help you with that thing which has been messing up the berries.” She said.

“He could?” Suddenly you were surrounded by your siblings, all of them observing the man head to toe. 

Yunho gulped at the sudden attention from the boys and stepped back, cautious of the wood carpenter in front of him. You noticed his discomfort and smiled at your brothers pushing them further inside the house and closing the door behing you. You looked at the older woman and tried to convey the message that you wish to speak with her nephew alone and she got it almost immediately. She left with a wink which had you both blushing but you ignored it, trying to focus on the problem at hand.

“Can we agree to ignore my brothers?” You asked as you noticed them watching through the windows.

“Only if we agree to ignore my aunty.” He said turning to see his aunt nodding in encouragement.

“Deal.” You both said at the same time.

“I know that it’s late and you won’t be able to see the problem we have with our plants but if you could help us I’d be really greatful.” You said, looking up at him. It only downed on you now that you were much shorter than him. “My family will of course pay you, so there is no need to worry.”

“Don’t worry about the pay. I’m not even sure I can help you with the problem.” He sighed.

“Well, how about you come over in the morning and see for yourself?” You suggested, the bright smile you sported shinning even in the dark.

“Alright.” 

It seemed he couldn’t say no to your smile in that moment.

･*:༅

“It seems you guys have a case of orange rust.” Yunho spoke as you and your father observed him work. “It’s mild, in the beginning stages and can be controlled quite easily. We’ll have to dig up the infected bushes and burn them. I’ll also need to look for wild brambles and root them out too.”

“You’ll help us do that?” You asked surprised.

“Yeah.” He smiled at you.

“Great, then would you mind if we get started right away?” Your father asked. “Gong-Tae will help you with the wild brambles, while y/n will help me with the infected bushes.”

“Sounds like a plan.” You hummed and went to call your older borther over.

“I would have let my daughter go with you but I don’t trust you kid.” Your father spoke, giving Yunho the stank eye. “I’ve already lost one daughter to a big city boy, I’m not about to lose the only other one I have.”

“But... I’m not...” Yunho tried saying but the look your father gave him had him smiling awkwardly and almost grabbing your older brother by the wrist and running away.

The day passed with you helping your father burn the infected bushes and moving around to check up on the rest of the farm to see if any other fruit was having a problem while Yunho was here. On the other hand, Yunho was close to crying by the way Gong-Tae was following his every move from the corner of his eye. He felt like a deer in a wolf’s den.

“You know, you’re different.” He suddenly spoke up. 

Yunho looked over at him confused. His hands were covered in dirt and his face had some smudges here and there, but all in all he was quite lost in his work to notice that Gong-Tae was not only watching him but his sister as well.

“I don’t quite understand.” He finally spoke up.

“There are seven of us in this family. Two girls and five boys. As you can see only six of us are here.” He spoke, looking on at your form being surrounded by your younger siblings who were eager to help you. “The eldest is our sister, Hyemi. She got married a few years ago to a man from the big city and we haven’t exactly heard or seen from her since then. That’s why I’m an ass to you. And why my father looks at you with murder in his eyes.” He then finally looked at Yunho. “Do you like my sister?”

“I’ve just met her...” Yunho looked over at your smiling form and blushed furiously when you gave him a tight eyed smile. “Though I do consider her cute.”

“See, you’re different than that man.” Gong-Tae stood up straight. “You have the balls to tell me my sister is cute.” He laughed.

Soon all of you were done with work and your mother invited Yunho for dinner. It went off smother than you expected and even your dad layed off with the murder glares towards him. Your mother seemed to like him a lot while your younger brothers just kept asking annoying questions.

“Thanks for today.” You told him as you walked him up to the small gate of your home. “Sorry about my family.”

“Nah, it was fun.” He laughed. “Even though your older brother and dad are intimidating, I think they’re starting to like me.”

“Possible.” You said looking back at the house. “I mean they’re not even looking through the windows tonight.”

You both laughed.

“So, how long are staying up at your aunt’s cabin?” You asked the man shyly.

“About a week more.” He answered. “We were looking to go to the river for a swim, but we don’t know many good spots which are good for that.”

“Well I do.” You said and looked up at him through your eyelashes with a very prominent blush. “If you want, me and my friends could show you.”

“That’d be awesome.” 

Yunho made it back to the cabin and was met with his group of friends playing cards in the center of the living area. He sat down between Wooyoung and Mingi and looked at them all, his eyes not exactly focusing on any of them.

“So, did you ask her out?” Jongho broke the silence.

“I think she asked me out.”

･*:༅

Your friends and you were patiently waiting with your bikes by the small dirt road which led to the cabing where Yunho’s aunty lived. Lia was wearily eyeing the road, not pleased with today’s activities which she got dragged in, while Mads kept on questioning you why in god’s given name were you so willing to show these big city kids around.

“So if I got this straight, you have a small crush on the blue haired dude?” Mads asked to confirm.

You nodded, averting your gaze from him.

“But he doesn’t know.” He added. “And you didn’t know how to ask him out so you proposed we all go down to the river.” He continued. “Like not to be a party pooper, but y/n big city kids don’t exactly like us country pumpkins.”

“Stop with the pumpkin farm references.” Lia rolled her eyes, paddling over to you two. “We get it, you are the legal owner of a pumpkin farm.” She sighed and looked over at you. “They’re coming by the way. They seem to be quite loud and dumb.”

“Hey, don’t be mean.” You said with a pout. “I wasn’t mean to you when you had a crush on the Jeon kid.” 

“True.” Lia sighed. “I’m just worried these guys are like the ones who came and snatched your sister away.”

“They’re not.” You said and observed two of them fighting each other and trying to push the other off their bike. “I even talked to the girls of their group. They’re really nice. Most of them are just like us, ordinary.” You smiled noticing Yunho ride along with a red haired boy. “And he isn’t like that man that married my sister.” Yunho noticed you and smiled, hurrying along to reach you faster. “He’s kind.”

Your friends observed the exchange of greeting and noticed how Yunho was very similar to you. As you rode along the road towards the river, they got to know that he also liked plants like you, had this sunshine smile like you, and was generally just a shy baby like you.

“Psst Lia.” Mads nudged Lia as he rode next to her. “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”

“That they’re made for each other?” Both nodded. “Oh boy.”

Yunho’s friends were having a blast in the water as Mads showed them how to catch a fish with their bare hands. The girls were mesmerized by Lia’s personality and were quickly becoming friends, while you and Yunho sat on the side just watching them have fun.

“Wow, I never thought they’d be into this.” Yunho giggled when Seonghwa slipped and fell into the water. 

“It seems my friends like yours.” You sighed in content while watching Lia and Mads enjoy themselves. As you watched Lia teach the girls how to make flower crowns you suddenly remembered something and stood up, extending your hand to Yunho. “Hey, I wanna show you something.”

Yunho took hold of your hand without a second thought and stood up to follow you. Yeosang noticed that you two were walking off but decided to not say a word, allowing you two the privacy you needed.

You glanced back at Yunho who was blindly following you, his hand still in yours and you giggled when the stray strands of your hair danced in the summer wind. You led Yunho to a meadow, not far from the river, but with enough distance for nobody to bother you. It was filled with wild flowers and he noticed how you acted as if you were home here, and it filled his heart with warmth.

“Is this your secret meadow?” He asked when you collapsed to the ground.

“Not really. Both Lia and Mads know about it.” You shrugged your shoulders as he laid down next to you. “But I like to come here more than they do. It’s my spot I guess.”

“Well it’s a very calming spot.” He said and looked on to the clouds, glancing at you each ocassion he got. “Hey, not to pry, but what’s the deal with your older sister? Your brother mentioned her the other day.”

“Gong-Tae did?” You were surprised by this information. “Well, nothing much to be honest. We just haven’t heard from her in like four years. Ever since she got married and moved to Seoul. Her husband doesn’t like us very much, or at least his side of the family doesn’t.” You sighed sadly. “We’re farmers, while they are some type of business executives. I don’t really understand why someone like him would go for my sister.” You looked over at Yunho who was now intently watching you. “She was very kind and timid. They say I have the same personality as her, but much more brighter. The man she married was quite dark and mean, he insulted my father at the wedding and demanded an apology because we were of lower status.” Yunho’s heart was breaking at these words. “He kind of bit back those words when he found out that we’re a bit richer than his whole family is. But we don’t brag like the big city kids do.”

“Do you want to find your sister?” He asked.

“Yeah. I’d like to ask her why she abandoned her family.” You looked up to the clouds. “I’d like to ask her why she took his side and not ours.” 

“Is that why your father and brother want to murder me?”

“They don’t want to do that. They’re just scared I’ll end up as my sister.” 

“Why so?”

“Because I also like a guy from the big city.” You looked him in the eyes.

“Is that guy... me?” He asked his heart beating in his ears.

You shrugged your shoulders and smiled at him, bringing your face closer to his.

“It could be you. That is if you like me back.”

You blinked back the surprise when his mouth met yours into the softest kiss you ever experienced. His hands went to hold your face and his sweet aroma overwhelmed you to the point it was becoming hard to breathe.

“Yeah.” He said equally breathless. “I like you back too.”

･*:༅

Yunho squeezed your hand for support as the both of you stood in front of a large gate, the matching flower patteren of your dress and his shirt standing out among the grey walls of the gate. Tall trees covered the paved path in a heavy shade as you waited for the man whose voice sounded on the intercom to come and pick you up.

“Are you nervous?” Yunho asked you, watching the man in the black suit approach you two.

“No.” You looked up at him with a smile. “I have my boyfriend with me.”

He smiled down at you as the man opened the heavy gate and proceeded to guide you up to the front door. You held your head high, shoulders straight and hand gently holding on to your boyfriends. It’s been a few months since you and Yunho started dating, him visiting your farm and you visiting him in the city. Your father and brother weren’t too thrilled by this idea but they were accepting when Yunho promised not to whisk you away to the concrete jungle. It took you guys exactly two months to agree to move in together, and about five to get the information you needed which has led you to this house.

“Are you ready?” He asked, his gaze never leaving yours.

“Totally.” You answered your gaze fixed on the figure standing in the door.

It was time to face your older sister.

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A/N: Hello everyone!  I would just like to thank you for the influx of likes and comments! I really appreciate it and I just love you all for all the loveliness. It definitely keeps the muse strong and now I’m here with an update. 

Hope you all enjoy this one as well. 

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45. “Why are you here?” 46. “I miss you.”

Angel sat outside of Carniceria Reyes, looking at the papers in his hands. He knew he fucked up, knew he should have been better, but he never thought you would walk away and actually had the guts to shut him out. 

‘DIVORCE AGREEMENT’

But you did. 

Not only did you shut him out, but you filed for divorce. 

“Shit,” EZ saw the papers in Angel’s hand over his shoulder and sighed. 

 It’s been eight months since the whole Potter ordeal with Kevin and ever since, Angel’s marriage has been suffering. He began to drift from his wife and spent more time with the rebels. At first, you were very supportive of Angel’s cause, you wanted him away from the cartel as well, to focus on whatever else the MC decided to do. But things changed, especially when you found out Adelita or Luisa, was pregnant with Angel’s child.  

“This is not fucking happening,” Angel was in denial. EZ just disclosed to him that he knew who killed their mother and now, his wife wanted a divorce. 

 “Are you really surprised though?” EZ knew they were still in shaky grounds, but Angel was too naive at times. How could he be surprised with you requesting for a divorce? Angel shut you out and let Adelita in and unfortunately for Angel, you weren’t going to stand by this time around. He had never strayed from you and the one time he did, it destroyed you. 

Finally, six months ago, you walked away and Angel let you. He didn’t even try to argue with you, he just let you go. 

It broke you, it hurt, but you had to accept it. For your own sanity, you had to walk away. You moved back to Temecula, staying away from Angel. He’s been contacting you, but you didn’t answer him. You two were done. The first time you even contacted him was informing him that you will be sending over divorce papers and that you would appreciate it if he just signed the papers. You didn’t want anything, just your freedom.

He called your bluff, thinking you were joking, but he was gravely mistaken. 

“I don’t really fucking need this right now, Ezekiel.” Angel flipped him off. “Blow me.”

“Well tough shit, what did you expect? For her to let you walk all over her? How can you do that to her?” EZ didn’t mean to be scolding his brother, but this was the wake up call he should have given him months ago. EZ and Felipe hoped you two would work it out, but at the same time, they understood why you walked away. They didn’t know Adelita was pregnant, but they definitely knew that Angel had cheated on you. 

“Ezekiel, you can literally go fuck yourself.” Angel stood up, throwing his cigarette butt to the ground, stomping on it with the heel of his feet. “I’m not signing these papers. Where is she?” Angel knew that you kept in contact with EZ and his father. They came to visit you every once in a while however, Angel never tried to insert himself because he had a strong belief you would come back. 

“Come on Angel, just let her go.”

“No. Fuck off Ezekiel, this is my marriage, not yours.”

“Yeah? You don’t act like your fucking married.” EZ knew this would piss Angel off and he was definitely right.

Angel grabbed his shirt, pulling his brother close to his face. “I’m gonna warn you one last time, shut the fuck up.”

 “Angel!” He heard his father’s scolding tone. He let go of EZ, pushing him away. 

Felipe picked up the papers and shook his head. “Just let her go Angel, you caused her enough pain.” 

“How can you say that to me? She’s my wife, nothing is going to change that.”

“But something did, you did. You let her go.” Felipe grimaced, handing the envelope to Angel. “If you truly love her, you’d let her go son. She deserves to be happy.”

“I made her happy.”

“Made, past tense.” EZ pointed out.

 Angel narrowed his eyes at his brother and then his father. “I see as always, golden boy and pops are on the same team.”

“Angel, it’s not like that. Why fight for her now? She’s been gone six months, you never asked for her.” Felipe didn’t want Ezekiel and Angel fighting again. Hell, he didn’t want to fight with his eldest again. 

“Because, she was supposed to come back. But she never did and I don’t know what to do with myself. I made a mistake, a big mistake.” The envelope weighed heavy in his hand. “Pops, come on, where is she?” 

“Pops don’t do it,” 

“Shut up EZ.” 

“She’s at Temecula with her brother. He’s out of town due to a business conference, perfect time to go see her.” Felipe went inside and wrote down her address, came back out and handed it to EZ. “Just go easy on her.’

Angel’s eyebrows furrowed, unsure of his comment. “She got someone new?” 

“No, just, control your temper.” 

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You yawned, walking around your brother’s empty home. He was still a bachelor but you hoped that he was going to marry his current girlfriend. It seemed that it was heading that way and you just hoped that if they do get married, it didn’t end like yours. 

Grabbing a bottle, you grabbed some breast milk from the freezer, defrosting it. Once it was ready, you transferred it onto a bottle and walked over to your four month old son, Anthony. When you left Angel, you were six months pregnant. You were showing, but he never noticed. How could he? He was always with her. But that was fine, she could have him. You were done. He knew that cheating was a deal breaker for you, he couldn’t recover from this. 

Picking up your son, you placed the bottle at his lips, which he gladly accepted. You breast fed him, but you were slowly using the bottle for him as well. You know you should have brought Anthony to meet Angel, it was selfish of you, but you couldn’t face Angel. Besides, he was having a child with someone else, he could have a family there. 

The doorbell rang making you frown. Anthony was drifting off and the doorbell woke him. 

“Ugh, this better not be one of those people selling insurance.” You made your way over to the door and looked into the peephole and you almost dropped your son. “Fuck,” you cussed under your breath. 

“Y/N, come on, open up.” He called out. 

What was Angel doing here? He didn’t know where you were. But maybe his family finally broke and told him. Maybe he got the divorce agreement and wanted to clarify some details. It was pretty simple. You didn’t want anything besides for him to sign the damn thing. 

You weren’t ready to see him, especially with your son in your arms. But, you had no choice. You know Angel won’t go away.

Opening the door, his eyes immediately landed on Anthony. “What the fuck?” 

“Why are you here?”

“Why am I here? What the fuck is this?” Angel knew there was no way you had a child and hid it from him. This had to be your brother’s kid. Your brother got around, it could have been anyone’s kid, anyone but his. Because you would have told him, furthermore, you wouldn’t file for a divorce if you two had a kid. 

“Please don’t raise your voice, he’s almost asleep.” You begged as you both trained your eyes on your son. Anthony’s eyes were fluttering close. He moved, snuggling onto your breast further. 

He closed the door behind him as you walked over to the room you shared with Anthony. Angel followed you, watching as you softly rocked him to sleep before placing him inside his crib once he was asleep. Turning the baby monitor, you left the door ajar, facing Angel who was leaning on the wall. He followed you over to the kitchen, which was far enough for Anthony to not hear your normal tone of voice, but close enough that could make your way to the room if he cried. 

“Please do not tell me that’s my child.” 

“Why, cause it’s not your precious Luisa’s child? Don’t worry from my understanding in a few months, she’ll be having your child.” You began to wash the dishes, wanting to keep your hands occupied so you didn’t throw anything at him. “So what are you doing here?”

“I received the papers, you’re fucking insane if you think I’m going to sign it.” 

“Angel, this is the only thing I want from you, why can’t you grant me this?” 

“Because, I’m not letting you go. It’s till death do us part.” Angel was being selfish, he knew it. When he found out Adelita was pregnant, he was delighted, but that dread sunk in. He was married and he wasn’t having a child with you, it was with another woman who enticed him. This was all on him, he fucked up. Which was the reason he decided to tell you. He chose to tell you hoping that it would ease the pain, that you would have given him some credit for being truthful. It obviously backfired since you kicked him out of the house. You let him back in, as it was his home as well, but Angel could tell you weren’t the same. Instead of reaching out, instead of fixing things, he moved towards Luisa more. But then, it was more out of spite. He was going to fix things with you, but he gave you some space to just let it all out. Once you would be more reasonable he would speak to you. He planned on telling you that he was staying with you and he would co-parent with Luisa, but otherwise, it was done between them. He wanted to be with you. He made a moment slip of judgment and he regretted it, but he wouldn’t turn away from his own child. 

“Well, you're dead  to me, so I guess that counts.” You informed him. He was dead to you. The Angel you fell in love with wasn’t there anymore. The whole thing with EZ, Potter, the cartel, and the rebels, it changed Angel. You were done. You were very open to him seeing his son, but otherwise, you were done. “If you want to see your son, that’s within your rights, but I have full custody, I won’t settle for anything less.”

“Full custody? Son? You were pregnant?” Angel’s voice raised, then he remembered the sleeping infant in the other room. He breathed deeply and shook his head. “No, that’s not possible because you would have told me.”

“Look, I fucked up, I can admit that. I was being spiteful and I didn’t tell you about your son, but he’s here. Anthony Felipe Reyes.” You had a small smile on your lips, thinking of the only bright spot during this difficult time. “I don’t expect you to be involved, and if you want to be, you are more than welcome to be a part of his life. But it is different from our relationship. I want a divorce, Angel. Nothing is going to change that.”

“How can you not tell me? I know you were upset, but you left me. Why didn’t you come back to me? You’re still my main priority, you’re my wife.” 

“Am I? You sure haven’t treated me as such lately.” You scoffed. “I don’t want to fight Angel, it’s a moot point now. I want a divorce and that’s the only thing I want from you.” 

“I’m not signing those papers, Y/N, listen, I fucked up. I’m sorry, but please don’t leave me, I will do anything to have you back.” Angel closed his eyes, holding onto the kitchen counter, watching as your back was turned to him, washing dishes. “What do I have to do?”

“Nothing,” you turned the water off, turning to face Angel, crossing your arms over your chest. “There’s nothing you can do to fix this. You cheated on me Angel, you broke your vows. At first, I thought that maybe I can move past it, but she’s having your child. I found out the same day you told me that she was pregnant, but I was obviously much further along than her. I was six months along when you told me.” 

Angel’s heart broke hearing your admission. You walked away, fully knowing that you were pregnant with his child. But instead of letting him know, you walked away. In some ways, he couldn’t blame you, he hasn’t been a good husband and he ripped your heart out. 

But that didn’t mean you should have kept his son from him. 

“How can you do this? Would you have told me that I had a child? Does my brother know? Does pop know?” 

“They just found out, they didn’t deliberately hide it from you Angel. They visited me unexpectedly and I couldn’t hide Anthony. I knew as soon as they knew you had a child, they would tell you. Your family loves you Angel, they truly do.” You didn’t want Angel to be further aggravated towards his father and brother. Their relationship was rocky at best, you wanted them to all get along. 

“Were you going to tell me?”

“Yes, it states it on the divorce agreement, I was giving you visitation rights.” You knew Angel didn’t read the agreement whatsoever, which was what you expected. 

“And you expect me to what? Sign the papers and be cool with you and my son staying here while I’m at Santo Padre.” Angel scoffed, trying his best to now yell out. He was frustrated, he may have been late, but he wanted to fix things between you two. 

“You have your son with Adelita, Luisa, whatever the fuck her name is. This isn’t on me, you fucked up. Actions have consequences Angel. I will never take away your right as a father, but I won’t stay with you for our son. I don’t need him growing up in such a toxic environment.”

“Toxic environment? What are you talking about? He has two parents who fucking love him and who love one another.” 

“You just don’t get it,” you sighed. “I can’t be with you. I can’t forget what you did. Before, especially when I found out I was pregnant, I thought I could swallow it, but I couldn’t. I’ve been there for you for the last eleven years. When your mother died, EZ was sent to jail, everything. If you were tired of me, you could have just asked me to go Angel.” You felt the tears well up in your eyes then. Looking up at Angel, you used to feel so much love for the man, but now, it wasn’t the same. All the love you had for him, you transferred to your son. He was your main priority now. 

“I wasn’t, baby,” Angel made his way over to you, but you held your hand up, shaking your head. “Y/N, please, give me another chance. I should have fought for you months ago and I’m an idiot, I’m sorry. But please, give me another chance. We have a son now, we have to think about him.”

“And I am Angel, which is why I’m giving you visitation rights. I won’t fall for this again Angel, you have your opportunity to be with her now, take it.”

“I don’t want to be with her!” Angel yelled out. 

The faint crying was heard through the baby monitor that was on the kitchen counter. You glared at him and made your way over to Anthony. You picked him up, slowly rocked to get him to go back to sleep. He immediately ceased his cries when you had him in your arms. Angel watched from the doorway, not knowing what to do. You gestures for Angel to make his way over to you. 

You were hesitant, but this was his child, so you handed him over. Angel looked frightened. But as he looked at the baby in his arms, his heart swelled. Anthony looked up at his father, his little arm reaching up to him. Angel took his little hand, that wrapped around one of his fingers. Angel felt the tears in his eyes then. He looked up at you and you saw the tears sliding down his cheeks. You were crying already, seeing this moment was quite overwhelming for you.

“Baby, we have a son.” Angel said in awe. “I wasn’t there for you, I should have ran after you.” 

“It doesn’t matter now Angel, our priority is Anthony.” You still kept your distance, not wanting to be near Angel. “I truly do love you Angel, but I don’t see this working. I can never trust you, you broke my trust, you broke me. Just let me go Angel.”

“What about me? I can’t live without you. I made a mistake, but she’s not the person I want. If I could take it back, I would, but I can’t.” Angel held Anthony closed and he saw that he was falling asleep once again his tiny hand still wrapped around one of his fingers. “I miss you, so fucking much.”

“What’s done is done Angel.” You refused to break. You had to do this, for yourself, for Anthony. Angel never had any regard for you when he decided to cheat on you. Instead of running after you stayed with her. How can you trust him that he won’t do it again? “I’m giving you your freedom, take it.”

“I don’t want it. I want to be with you, I want our family to be complete. 

You hated Angel’s stubbornness, but there was nothing that would change your mind. 

“You have two months to sign it, if you don’t, I’ll figure out a way to push it through.”

“So that’s it? You’re done, just like that.” Angel’s defense mechanisms were coming in and you knew it. But it won’t work this time.

“Yeah, I am. You were done before me.”

Angel placed Anthony inside his crib. He walked over to you. 

“This isn’t over.”

“You can believe that all you want, but it is for me.”

Angel looked at you one last time before walking out of the house. If Angel was one thing, he was persistent. His family was going to be complete, he’ll win you back. 

He may not have fought for you before.

Which was a mistake.

But he will now.  

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A/N: Sequel?

[theladyofdeath]

Rags & Riches {18}

Summary: An A Court of Thorns and Roses Fanfiction. 19th century AU. Based on the prompt sent in by @cat5313 All characters belong to SJM, I am just a fan with a plot.

Warning: Mature content strung throughout.

A/N: Two more chapters. I’ll post 19 tomorrow night, giving everyone a chance to catch up!

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The battle had gone on for over a week.

They spent their day fighting, taking little breaks, the troops taking the field in intervals, only stopping to sleep or refuel. 

Cassian and Rhysand were sitting on the edge of the camp, utterly exhausted, gunshots ringing in the distance. They each had a bowl of porridge, but neither of them took a bite.

“How much longer do you think it will last?” Rhysand asked, quietly.

“It will be over soon,” Cassian replied, “hopefully.” 

Rhysand nodded.

They still had the upperhand, the battle was in their favor, but Hybern was not surrendering. It could not go on for much longer. It couldn’t. 

“I got a letter from Feyre this morning,” Rhysand said. “Didn’t have time to tell you before we went out.”

“Yeah?” Cassian asked.

“Yeah,” Rhysand whispered. “She lost the baby.”

Cassian moved for the first time in twenty minutes, looking over at his friend. Rhysand’s eyes were hollow, the blood and grime covering the paleness of his skin. 

“Fuck,” Cassian breathed, “I’m sorry, Rhys.”

Rhysand nodded, running his fingers through his hair. “Yeah. I hate...that I’m not there, you know? She has to go through it alone. You should have read the letter...she was apologizing. To me. Like it was her fault.” Rhysand’s eyes lined with tears, he cleared his throat. “I have to get home, to tell her that I love her, and that it is in no way her fault. She thinks it’s her fault. It’s not her fault.”

Cassian sat quietly, watching, and let Rhysand sort out his thoughts.

“I have to make it home, Cass,” Rhysand said, his voice shaking. “I have to make it back to her.”

But he was so tired.

So fucking tired.

“You will,” Cassian promised. “We both will.”

The bell rang, their time for resting had ended. 

They set down their bowls, which had just as much in them as they did when they began. 

“Stay together,” Rhysand said, as he strapped on his helmet and picked up his gun.

“Yeah,” Cassian said, doing the same, rising to his aching feet. “Stay together.”

~~~~~

It had been two days since Azriel arrived at the port. He went past Illyria, knowing Elain was still with her sisters. Word of the war got to him often, news was always spreading like wildfire. The latest battle was continuous with no sign of stopping.

Azriel had constant anxiety, never knowing where Rhysand and Cassian were, never knowing how they were. 

But his heart eased, slightly, once he arrived in the drive of the Archeron Manor. He had only been gone a few months, but he was not the same man he had been under Isaac Archeron’s employment. 

Although he knew one thing did not change - he loved Elain Archeron. 

She was standing on the steps, along with her sisters, waiting for him. The moment she saw the carriage coming close, a huge smile spread across her face. She threw one hand in the air and waved, the other one cradling the little bump beneath her dress. 

Azriel laughed, breathily. She was so beautiful, so radiant. He had been without her for too long.

The carriage stopped and the cab door opened. 

Azriel hauled himself out with a grunt. He knew he was not in his best shape, covered in bruises and scars and stitches, his arm still in a sling.

Elain’s eyes widened at the sight of him, and he knew she was thinking the same thing, but it did not stop her from hurrying to his side.

“Don’t run,” Azriel laughed. “The baby.”

She threw her arms around him, careful not to hit his arm. Azriel tried not to cringe as her body pressed up against the wound at his side.

“I missed you,” she cried into his chest. Azriel pressed his mouth to her forehead, and when she leaned back, brown eyes shining, her lips. His fingers, shaking from the anticipation of this moment, pushed the stray locks of hair from her face.

“I missed you, too,” Azriel promised. “More than you know.”

“You look like shit,” Feyre announced.

But when Azriel looked up at her, she was grinning.

Nesta stood beside her and nodded her head in respect.

“Have you heard anything lately?” Azriel asked. “From Rhys and Cass.”

Feyre and Nesta both nodded.

“The day before last,” Feyre said, Nesta keeping quiet. “They are both well, but the battle had just begun when they wrote. I hear it is still going on.”

Nesta tensed, and Azriel nodded. 

“But, the good news is that you are home,” Feyre said, gently. “Come in. Sit. Rest.”

Azriel nodded, grateful, and trailed up the steps and into the manor, where he was greeted by Alis. 

“Lovely to have you home, my dear,” she smiled, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“Thank you,” Azriel began, looking to Elain. “It is good to be back.”

Even as he said it, that guilt for leaving his brothers on the continent ate at him. 

“I set out some tea and biscuits in the sitting room,” Alis continued, before hurrying away.

The four of them sat in the sitting room and enjoyed their afternoon tea while making small talk. Azriel did not know what anyone was saying, though, because all he could do was look at Elain. 

“Will you tell us of how you got injured?”

Elain flinched, but Azriel looked at Nesta. Where her eyes were usually cold, they were filled with curiosity and pain. She had to be thinking of Cassian, had to be wondering. He knew what it was like over there, but he realized that loving someone who was shipped off to war was not any easier. 

Azriel cleared his throat. “I - yes, if you wish to hear. The short story is...well, there was an explosion. I was not caught in the middle of it, thankfully, but it left me, well…” he gestured to his current state, before huffing a laugh. Elain’s hand tightened in his. “My side was...hurt, badly. I was unconscious. My helmet had fallen off when I flew through the air….” he looked at Elain, who looked as if she was trying not to cry, and failing. “I do not remember too much after that, for a while. I remember hearing gunshots, and Cassian screaming at me not to die. I found out later that Cassian had dressed my wound the best he could with his shirt while we were on the battlefield, then he carried me out, Rhysand guarding us the whole way back, until we had reached the safety zone. Then they both hauled me to the nurses, where they stitched me up. They said I had lost a lot of blood and if Cassian and Rhys had not acted so quickly, I would have died. They were both there, when I woke up, standing over me.”

Azriel looked away from Elain, back to Nesta. The eldest Archeron daughter sat tall, her back straight, her chin lifted high. She did not move. If it were not for the tear rolling steadily down her cheek, Azriel would have thought she looked like a porcelain statue. 

“We are grateful that you are alright,” Feyre said, voice quiet. “Grateful that you are home.”

Azriel smiled, but said no more, because Isaac Archeron cleared his throat from the threshold.

Four sets of eyes jerked his way, but no one moved, no one had spoken. 

Elain’s fingers dug into Azriel’s hand.

As Isaac approached, Azriel stood.

“Last week I was told of your…” Isaac began, his words dropping off. He looked tired, uncertain. He did not look at any of his daughters. “Take care of my daughter. Please.”

Azriel nodded, unsure of what to say, unsure of what had gone on within their family in his absence. “I will protect her with my life, and love her unconditionally.” 

Isaac nodded, looking Azriel up and down. “I heard what happened to you. You have served your country well.” 

“Thank you, sir,” Azriel said, chin raised.

“I hear you are to be a father.”

Azriel looked back at Elain, with her hands protectively atop her abdomen.

“I am,” Azriel assured him.

Isaac nodded, jaw locked. “I do hope you two will visit. With my grandchild.” 

Elain sucked in her breath, as she rose to her feet.

“Do you mean it?” she asked.

Isaac did not look at Elain, but his eyes clouded over with guilt. “I should not have said what I did the other night. I will admit that, no, this was not the life that I saw fit for you. But, after your mother passed...” his breath hitched, his eyebrows furrowed. “Well, after she died, it was up to me alone to provide the best lives for you. I took that role on without considering your wishes, or your happiness. Elain, you are happy.” Isaac looked into the eyes identical to his own. “If you are happy, and this is what you wish to have, then...well, I suppose I shall have to warm up to the idea of it.”

Elain threw her arms around her father’s neck and sobbed. “There is simply too much happening for my pregnancy hormones to handle!”

Feyre laughed from where she sat next to Nesta.

“Although, I assume there will be a wedding, yes?” Isaac asked, shooting daggers at Azriel.

Azriel cleared his throat, suddenly more uncomfortable then he had been before. “Yes, of course.”

“Well, when that time comes, I hope you have it here,” Isaac said, eyes softening. “Among family.”

Elain laughed, and kissed her father’s cheek before turning around to the father of her child. She laid her palm against his cheek. “You need rest, I need a bubble bath.”

Azriel smiled as he nodded. “Very well.”

The two excused themselves, leaving the other three in a long, tense silence.

~~~~~

Nesta stared at the floor once Azriel and Elain made their departure. Azriel moved slowly, as if every movement caused him unbearable pain. She could not imagine living through an explosion to tell the tale. Although, she was certain Azriel was not the only one, but also certain that many did not live to tell the tale, either. 

Just as she thought Isaac was about to leave, too, he turned to Nesta and Feyre, sitting on the couch.

“I am sorry for your loss,” he whispered, to Feyre. “I should have comforted you, asked how you were fairing. Emotional connection is not a strong suit of mine.”

Thanks for passing that along, by the way, Nesta thought.

“It is alright,” Feyre said, words clipped. “Nesta and Elain were there for me. So.”

Isaac nodded. “I know. I am grateful for that.”

Nesta cleared her throat. “Well, if we are done here-”

“I cannot say that I approve of your choices of….” Isaac trailed off, looking at Nesta. “Men. But, you are still my heir. You will always be my heir.”

Nesta gave him a curt nod.

When it was clear she was not going to say anything, Isaac bowed his head. “I love you both.” With that, he was gone.

Feyre turned to Nesta. “Are you alright?”

Nesta nodded. She was alright. Her father’s words did not mean much to her. In the back of her mind, all she could think about was Azriel’s story. I remember hearing gunshots, and Cassian screaming at me not to die.

“This battle has lasted longer than the others,”  Nesta said.

Feyre slumped against the couch cushions. “Yes, it has. But, they are saying if we come out on top, the war will be over. They will come home.”

Nesta’s heart ached, her mind was a mess of emotion and she loathed it. In his last letter, he had told her he loved her, had told her he could not wait to come home, to ride Marigold together, to sleep in one another’s arms. He had told her that he loved Wordsworth, and read his work every day. You are the love of my life, Nesta. If I can never say another word to you, know that you are the love of my life. I promise to come back to you. I promise, okay?

His words had haunted her as she sat there, listening to Azriel speak.

“They better come home, soon,” Nesta said. “I need to tell Cassian that I love him.”

Feyre’s eyes softened, and laid her head against Nesta’s shoulder. “He knows, Nesta. I promise you. He knows.” 

~~~~~

Azriel was lying in Elain’s bed while she took her bath. 

“Are you still awake?” she called from the washroom.

Azriel huffed a laugh. “Yes, but hardly.”

His socks and boots had been removed, as had his shirt. His trousers hung loosely around his hips, one knee drawn up as he rested among the pillows. 

He could hear Elain getting out of the water. “How much pain are you in?”

Azriel’s brow rose. “A fair amount.”

She came around the corner, wrapped in a towel. “Is there anything I can do? To lessen the pain?”

Azriel’s eyes followed her as she approached him, grazing her body. “We could think of something, I’m sure.” He pulled at the hem of her towel. 

Elain’s cheeks reddened as she bit her lip to keep from laughing. “You are in no condition to do any such thing.” 

“You would be surprised at what I am capable of after being away from you for months,” he laughed, sleepily.

She shook her head. “You should keep perfectly still. Rest.”

Azriel sighed. “But I promise, El, I can-”

Elain dropped her towel, forcing Azriel to forget every word he was going to say. She climbed over to him atop the blankets, and straddled his waist.

Azriel’s hand, the one that was not in the sling, reached to her abdomen, brushing over the small bump that had formed.

“There’s a baby in there,” he whispered, eyes bright.

Elain smiled. “Yes. Our baby.”

“Hmmm,” Azriel grinned, then whispered. “I cannot wait to meet you, little one.”

Elain picked up Azriel’s hand from her stomach and pressed his palm to her lips. 

“I know you said I was in no condition to fuck, but you are truly not helping the situation, whatsoever,” Azriel mumbled. 

Elain laughed, softly, guiding his hand to her breast. They had become significantly larger, Azriel thought, than they had been when he left. He brushed his thumb over her nipple, leaving her to take in a deep, steady breath. 

“You should keep perfectly still,” Elain repeated, undoing the buttons of his trousers and tugging them down, until they were discarded onto the floor. “Rest.”

Azriel watched her every move, amused, enticed. 

Elain leaned down to kiss him, softly on the mouth, then down his neck, to his shoulder, just below his collarbone, and down his chest. He closed his eyes as she kissed around the stitching that had been holding his side together. 

Her fingers brushed down his abdomen with a teasing gentleness, then she stroked him, softly.

His eyes remained shut as her tongue slid up the length of his cock.

He groaned, having thought of this moment every day, every night, for the past two months. She took him wholly into her mouth, Azriel only opening his eyes to watch her wet, brown-haired head bobbing up and down. 

Azriel muttered a curse as his head fell back down against the pillow. His free hand reached to the back of her head, fingers wrapping into her hair. He whispered her name, moaning softly. When he started to move his hips, her hands pressed down on him. “Perfectly still.” 

She climbed up his body, one hand pressed against his chest, the other guiding his cock to her opening. Elain pushed him into her, her back arching, head falling back. 

In Hybern, Azriel imagined being intimate with Elain more times than he could count. He would lie awake at night, remembering what it was like to explore her body. None of the times he imagined it, though, compared to the real thing.

Azriel sunk into the bed as she moved her hips, thriving on the soft noises coming from her lips.

He found himself in awe, hoping that he would never have to leave her side again.

~~~~~

Nightfall was approaching quickly. 

Cassian could feel every muscle in his body straining to keep up with his surroundings. At least he had Rhysand, the two of them fought alongside one another as if they were one. 

He could feel the end drawing near, he knew it. He saw much more of his men than Hybern’s, not that Hybern’s men were backing down.

“They are trying to finish off as much of us as they can before nightfall!” Rhysand called.

Cassian nodded, looking around.

It was the same thing, constantly on repeat.

Aim. Fire. Aim. Fire. Aim. Fire. 

He prayed it was the last night, hoped they would not have to wake at dawn and start again.

He was ready to go home.

He was ready to fulfill his promise to Nesta. 

They heard an explosion in the distance. “Fuck!” Rhysand yelled, above the chaos of guns going off and men screaming in agony.

Cassian looked around, scanning the men surrounding him. His men, mostly, those who were not came and fell fairly quickly.

Another explosion sounded. Cassian ducked away, as did the men around him, although it was across the battlefield. 

This is how it would end, then. Hybern would surrender, but they would kill as many of them as possible before they did so. 

Another explosion.

The ground beneath Cassian’s feet shook.

“Rhysand!” Cassian called, just as men began to run back toward the valley, toward camp. “Rhys!”

He looked around, frantically.

He couldn’t spot him, anywhere. Not through the chaos of retreat, there were too many men running around him.

Cassian joined the movement, eyes still wandering. “Rhysand!”

Nothing.

Cassian’s heart began pounding.

Another explosion sounded, this one so close Cassian could feel the impact rack through his body.

“Fuck,” he cried, looking around, moving with the crowd of soldiers. “Rhysand!”

Stay together. Stay together. Stay together.

Their mantra echoed through his mind. 

“Cassian!”

Cassian swung himself around and caught Rhysand’s eyes, wide and full of terror as he, too, was pushed back by his own soldiers.

Cassian started to push his way toward his friend, but another soldier grabbed Cassian by his jacket. “The fuck are you doing? Back to camp! Hybern’s men are gone, but they will blow up every inch of this land trying to kill us all before nightfall! We won, now haul ass!”

Cassian jerked out of the soldier’s arms, still trying to dodge around everyone else, covered in dirt and blood. He did not pass one man that was not exhausted, was not ready for it all to be over, was not covered in filth. 

They had won.

He had to make sure he and Rhysand made it back to camp, then they could go home.

He could keep his promise.

He would keep his promise.

Stay together. Stay together. Stay together.

“Rhysand!”

“Cassian!”

Cassian looked around, chest heaving.

Stay together. Stay together.

Rhysand was behind him, just as another explosion sent men and dirt flying nearby. Rhysand ducked, as did the men around him, arms over their heads, protecting themselves from the debris.

Stay together.

It was chaos.

Too many men, too close together, not enough room.

No direction, none but fall back.

Men were tripping over bodies, pushing one another out of the way, trying to drag their fellow man back.

Fall back.

Cassian’s world was moving in slow motion.

Rhysand was running. He saw Cassian. He was moving. Cassian was moving. 

Fall back.

He had made Nesta a promise.

Cassian held Rhysand’s gaze, hazel and violet eyes meeting in silent conversation. 

Stay together.

Another explosion sounded.

The world went dark. 

~~~~~

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Hiii can I request a oneshot where the other other Shelbys never really approved of Tommy and reader's marriage even though she's nice (idk maybe because she seems like she doesn't fit into their life? or seems naive, whatever reason works tbh) but they start to realize they were wrong when they see how much she cares for him when he's really injured and how happy they are sometimes or just when they see that she's not as weak as she seems. Does that make sense? Idk I just thought about it and I can't write but you don't have to! 🥰

//This was one of my favorite one shots in a while. I had a lot of fun with it so if you ever want a continuation I would LOVE to do so.

            Tommy came in like a storm. “Alright, everyone’s on their best fucking behavior, right now.”

            His family was all sitting in the open part of the betting shop as Tommy had requested that they be there.

            “Why-”

            “No.” Tommy held up a hand to stop John from speaking any further. “No questions. Just do as I say.” He said before going back to the door connecting the shop and Six Watery Lane. He returned arm in arm with a beautiful young woman who had bright eyes and a friendly smile.

            Polly looked a little surprised but was quick to welcome the woman. Tommy, while he’d been in London on business, called his aunt about a woman he’d met. He said she was a socialite daughter of a long line of blue-bloods. But that didn’t concern him. What did was she had a love for charity work, especially regarding orphaned children.

            One night and she’d captured Tommy’s heart. It was quite a remarkable thing. And now he was bringing her to meet his family for the first time.

            “Everyone this is Eve, Eve, this is my family.” Tommy introduced with a tentative tone.

            “How do you do?” She greeted.

            Only four words in and Arthur and John were about to burst out into laughter. The combination of her posh accent with the greeting made them almost doubled over. And they didn’t make it conspicuous either.

            So much that Eve’s face fell and she looked self-conscious.

            Tommy wasted no time whacking John upside the head. “These are me idiot brothers and my aunt, Polly.” He glared at Arthur.

            “It’s good to finally meet you.” Polly stood up to readjust the mood and shook Eve’s hand. “We’ve heard a lot about you.”

            “Oh.” Eve forced a small smile. “Well, thank you. Tommy has spoken very highly of you all

as well.”

            “Might’ve been speaking too soon,” Tommy muttered under his breath. “C’mon. I’ll show you my uncle’s yard.” He took Eve’s hand to lead her out of the shop, throwing his brothers one more deadly glare as they left.

           ~~~~~~~~~~~

            Later, when Eve was freshening up for a night at the Garrison, Tommy went downstairs to tell off Arthur and John.

            “What did I say when I came in?” Tommy snapped.

            “Oh, Tom, c’mon.” Arthur protested.

            “She’s a fucking toff.” John threw a hand up. “You honestly think she belongs ‘round somewhere like here?”

            “You nearly made her cry, you bastards.” He snarled. “She’s a good woman, it doesn’t matter where she’s from.”

            “Yeah, then what happens when you get into trouble and she’s clutching her pearls running back to London,” Arthur replied. “We’re only tryna protect you, Tom.”

            “I don’t care what either of you thinks. But she wants you to like her. So, you both better start acting nicer ‘round her.” He spoke in a threatening tone.

            Arthur sighed seeing how upset his brother was. “Alright, alright. We’ll be nice.”

            “’Long as her family tosses us some money,” John muttered under his breath.

            “Enough.” Tommy hissed as he heard Eve coming down the stairs. He smiled as he saw her wearing a flashy gold dress.

            “I hope I’m not overdressed.” She apparently had taken the Shelby brothers’ reaction to heart and was self-conscious about her appearance and demeanor. Truthfully, she felt out of place in Small Heath. Eve had been raised in the highest echelon of society. For the first seventeen years, she lived in the countryside, where the nearest neighbor was at least a mile away. She had horses and toys, nurses and tutors to raise her, and practically anything else she desired. When she turned eighteen, she began to live part-time in one of her father’s properties in London. It was the first time she’d truly seen poverty and it made her realize her privilege. With her father’s blessing, she began a charity to help build and fund proper orphanages that took care of their children.

            She became of trying not to come off as snobbish. But being in Small Heath, she was hyperaware almost to the point that she came off as shy and awkward.

            “You look beautiful,” Tommy assured her. “The Garrison’s got a bit of a makeover itself so you’ll fit right in.” He linked arms with her and guided her toward the door, away from his brothers to avoid any other contact.

~~~~~~~~~~ 

            The party was in full swing and Eve was starting to feel less out of place. She found Tommy’s friends and family to be amiable and enjoyed their company. Class didn’t really matter when it came to having a good time with plenty of drinks.

            Halfway through the night, Tommy left Eve at a table while he went to get another round of champagne. She decided to take a breather and left the pub. There were a few people mingling outside, talking and having a smoke.

            “Tommy said we made her cry. Fuck’s sake.”

            Eve heard a familiar voice and saw Arthur talking to a woman who Tommy introduced Eve to earlier that night.

            “I didn’t think Tommy would want someone so sensitive.” She replied with a shrug.

            “Maybe he just wants a leg up. Wouldn’t blame him.”

            Eve had heard enough, she went back into the pub and found Tommy waiting for her. He frowned when he saw her face.

            “What’s wrong?”

            She shook her head and tried not to look upset. “Do you mind if I go back to the flat?” Her voice trembled.

            “Ev…what happened?”

            “Please, Tom, I just-I’m tired.” She felt like everyone was looking at her. “Please.”

            “Okay, okay.” He stood up, leaving the champagne flutes on the table. “I’ll get our coats.”

~~~~~~~~~~ 

            Tommy refused to back down. Arthur and John apologized to Eve who accepted the apology with a smile. She said she didn’t care but Tommy still wasn’t happy. His brothers were still doubtful of her and made jabs at her upbringing.

            She couldn’t load a gun. Didn’t know how to drive a car. Didn’t smoke. Asked too many questions about their operation.

            Eve felt like a child, naïve and so out of touch with the way they lived. But her true test of strength came in when a few weeks after she originally visited Small Heath.

            Tommy was ambushed, and a bullet grazed his side. Arthur and John managed to get him to safety, half dragging him back to Watery Lane.

            Polly and Eve were sharing a chat in the parlor when Arthur burst in with his brother hanging off his arm, bleeding a profuse amount. John still had his gun drawn, afraid they had been followed back home.

            Eve, shockingly, didn’t go into a panic. Arthur thought she might’ve become overwhelmed or even faint at the sight of blood. But immediately, she went into a work-like mode.  

            Paired with Polly with Arthur’s strength, they got Tommy onto the table. Eve hurried to get Tommy’s layers off to find the wound. “Get some towels and water.” She ordered the eldest brother in a strong voice he hadn’t heard from her before.

            He didn’t even hesitate, always a soldier he responded to firm direct commands.

            “Ev…” Tommy moaned, his vision spotting.

            “You’re okay.” She said softly. “It’s not too bad, just need to stem the bleeding.” When Arthur returned, she made quick time, disinfecting, washing the wound, and bandaging it tightly. “Doesn’t need stitches.” She reassured Polly and the boys who were watching her with a bit of surprise. Usually, they were the ones who had to put Tommy back together again after an altercation. But she had worked so quickly that there was no need.

            Eve pressed a cold cloth to Tommy’s head and dabbed the sweat from his brow. “Take it easy and rest.” She said softly and kissed his cheek.

            “Where’d you learn to patch up gunshot wounds?” Arthur asked, still unsure of what he’d just witnessed. The posh girl had taken command and very well could’ve saved his brother’s life.

            Eve looked a little shy, tucking a curl behind her ear. “My friends and I all took red cross courses during the war. They enlisted as nurses but-” It felt like a terrible admission to make to a veteran. “My father talked me out of going. I was his only child and he said he couldn’t bear it if anything happened to me.” Her brow wrinkled as she rinsed the bloody cloths in the water basin. “I always regretted it. One of my friends lost her life in France because of a grenade. Every so often I’ll take a course just to make sure my skills haven’t gone rusty.” She smiled weakly. “Especially now that I know Tommy treats everywhere like a battlefield.” She affectionately touched his hand as he was still recovering from the shock of being shot.

            Polly gave John and Arthur a side-glance and a small smirk.

            Arthur cleared his throat. “I s’pose we misjudged you then, Eve. That’s very erm-admirable of you.”

            She smiled; a bit relieved she had proved herself to Tommy’s brothers. “Oh, it’s nothing. It’s good to put some of the things I learned to good use. Although I do hope none of you encounter another bullet.”

            Polly rolled her eyes. “Don’t hold your breath with these three.”

            They shared a chuckle and Tommy began to stir again. He grasped onto Eve’s arm, his head still spinning from the blood loss.

            “Ev?”

            “I’m here.” She sat down beside him and stroked his hair back. “You’re alright.”

            “Yeah, glad the red cross taught you well.” Tommy smiled as he stared up at the ceiling.

            “I told you those classes weren’t for nothing.” She teased him gently, weaving her fingers in with his.

            “Was all her, Tom. Fixed you up good as new.” Arthur chimed in.

            “Yeah, no surprise. She’s good at a lot of things you bastards aren’t.”

            “Oh, Tommy, hush.” Eve scolded.

            “Well, once we teach her how to shoot a gun, I think she’ll be on her way.” John took a seat with a good-natured smile.

            “That’s right.” Arthur tousled John’s hair. “We’ll turn her into a Peaky girl soon ‘nough.”

            Tommy shook his head and closed his eyes to rest a bit. “I like her the way she is now.” He mumbled.

            Eve squeezed his hand. “I’d like to learn how to shoot, though.”  

            Tommy just laughed weakly before nodding off.

[smallstoriesiwrite]

Second choice Part 4

before I start heyyyyy sorry for the late fic I was traveling out of the country for family issues and almost spent a month there and trust me I wasn't happy nor my boss 😬

NEWAYS here is part 4 I wrote it in the span of 3 weeks. hopefully is good if not im so sorry :/

Reiner x f!reader , Tenya x reader

Summary: when Tenya decides to put his girlfriend second and she breaks up with him will he win her back or will her childhood lover win her love back and take her away to her hometown?

Warnings: fighting and cursing

some horrible spelling errors

part: 1 , 2, 3

Y/n pov:

“You really need to shut up at times Poc.” I said groaning

“Well it is true n/n. You and Rei are like the love story who always wins at the end.” Marcel spoke up

Sitting up more comfortable I look over to see Tenya look so sad. And at the same time I look up at Reiner who had a small smile.

Conversation went on within my childhood Friends and family as well with the Iidas.

Zoning out a bit I felt Reiner squeeze my hip for attention.

Looking up I hear Reiner say

“You zoned out didn’t you”

Nodding my head

“Can you repeat what you said please” I say

“Well we where all saying how much we miss you back in Marley and how lonely it is without you there. And Zeke talked to the higher ups and if you do come back you can graduate this year and work along side of us. Of course as a underground hero.” Annie said

I looked in awe

“Wait really?! If I go back with y’all like this week or month I graduate at the end of the term?!”

They all smiled and nodded

“You will probably be with the advanced kids because your going to UA and if the credits transfer correctly regardless or not you would graduate at the end of the term” Zeke explained

I looked over to my parents and they spoke up

“We know you don’t like the fame we get for our Industry. And as well you want to leave back to Marley. So it’s up to you my love. We have family out there or you can stay with your friends in the house they share.” My father spoke up

“Well I would love to go back but I don’t know. When do I have to make the decision Z?”

“Well n/n we need a answer by next weekend. You know how they get. This is a opportunity that they usually don’t have for transfers especially for almost ending the term.” Zeke spoke

Looking around I see my childhood friends with pleading eyes but I see Shoji with sad but happy eyes and lastly I see Tenya. Looking dead at me with concern and mix emotions I couldn’t read.

“Let me think about it. I’ll have a definitive answer when y’all go back for sure.” I say while looking at Zeke

He chuclkles and ruffles my hair

“Alrighty doll. You know we will kill to have you back. But if you decided to stay. That’s okay too.”

“Even I miss you. And I’m not good with expressing that “ Porco said mumbling

Smiling I threw my self at Porco

“AWWWWW DOES POC MISS LITTLE OLD ME?!” I say while hugging Porco

“SHUT UP WILL YOU?! Only reason I say that is because Reiner hasn’t stopped moping since the day you left!” Porco said while pouting

Getting up I stretched

“Well im going to go nap. Some people decided to come earlier than expected. And yes Zeke I’ll keep you posted on what I decide. Need to talk to the fam alone you know?”

Peick spoke up

“Can we join you we are as well kinda tired. Even Mezo looks kinda sleepy.”

“Yeah we can head up to my room I’ll leave a movie playing for the ones who don’t want to sleep.” I saw motioning everyone to my room

“We can join too right? “ My sibling spoke up

“Yes everyone come”

[time skip to your room]

“Move over or I swear to god I’ll knock your teeth in” Porco yelled while fighting room for the bed

“POC will you please be kind to Reiner for once!” I yelled

“And rei move up here there is space here” I say while pulling him up

“After all these years Porco you still are rude to me. You are legit my friend and as well childhood bully.” Reiner grunts while sitting next to me

I hear laughter

“Wait so your his friend but used to be bully” Tensie said

“Yeah. We all decided to leave the bully part in the pass but we still argue all the time.” Reiner says

“So it’s like Midorya and Bakugo?” Tenya speaks up finally

“Eh. Explosive hates broccoli head with a passion still. So nah they ain’t like that Rie and Poc. They settles there differences and just fight like brothers. “ i say

“It’s tough love” Porco and Reiner say in sync

Tenya nodded and sat in the beanbag chairs

“So what movie?” Athena spoke up

“Well y’all choose Im napping. And for the love of god don’t yell or yalls eyes are for dinner.” I say yawning and curling up to Reiner

I close my eyes and slowly drifted to sleep

Reiners POV:

I feel y/n softly sleep and look up and see Peick Bert and Marcel sleeping when I hear somone say softly

“Will she really move schools?”

I look up and I see Porco say

I shrugged and respond

“It’s up to her poc. I know we miss her. God knows I do. And I know the rest of you do. But we have to wait for her to respond. Even if she says yes or no I will support her.”

“How would you guys feel if she left with us” Zeke asked Athena

“I mean she is out little sister. But her happiness comes first. And if leaving with you guys makes her happy. We will have to make a monthly visit to our home town” Athena said

“And you mezo?” Zeke asked

“Well i would miss her dearly but like Athena said if leaving makes her happy. I’ll visit and get to know the town y/n speaks so beautiful of.” Shoji said smiling sadly

“At the end of the day it’s up to her and it looks like both parties just want the best for her” the eldest Iida spoke

We all nodded

“She needs a break from here. I know you all won’t say it but I will. She was mine and Peicks first ever female friend besides each-other. I’m honestly on edge even looking at you Tenya. I’m saying this up front I don’t like you. You broke the only person who couldn’t be broken. And god knows she has more problems than this break up. Shit we where rooting for you. She called us so happy every time you would do something amazing to make her day. Even Reiner stepped away for a hot ass minute so she could love you fully. But dude you fucked it up. So if she isn’t leaving with us may god help me because I would be damn if she gave you another chance.” Annie spoke firmly

“Annie bold as ever.” Zeke sighed

“But shes right. We don’t like you” Porco spoke up

“But because our y/n is friend and our family we won’t do nothing to you.” I spoke up

I turn to see Tenya stiff as ever

“And you know her saying” Annie said

“Second chances never matter people never change” Me,Zeke,Porco and Annie said in sync

“What if I do get a second chance. You may never know?” Tenya spoke up

Scoffing I looked him dead in the eyes

“I’d be damn if I let you hurt her again. “

“Well to recall you are her first everything meaning her first ex? Wonder why” Tenya said boldly

“How are you even sure she will give you a second chance as well” he continued

Softly moving y/n off my chest I stand up and made my way towards Tenya with him standing up in the process confidently

Looking straight into Tenyas soul

“Because unlike you four eyes. I’m still her friend. We ended on a good note.”

Getting closer

“You ain’t shit Tenya Iida. Your money or fancy quirk doesn’t make you less of a man you claim you are. I’ll make sure you will see her happy that it pains you. Because unlike you I will make time for her and I will never EVER make her feel less than the Queen she is.”

I continued

“Because I recall being there for her in the days where she was drained from training . And holding her while she cried. Being there for her. You couldn’t do that as a boyfriend. What makes you think you are the one for her?”

Looking him dead in the eyes and smirking

“Just face it Iida. You where never enough for her”

Tenya pov :

“You where never enough for her”

All I felt my body swing to Reiners face

[fan-imagines]

Salvatores~Sister

MASTERLIST

Salvatores x FemReader

Synopsis - Your brothers die while you’re at school. You go back home an get turned. 150 years later, you reunite with Damon, then Stefan.

Word Count - 1.2k+

**Warnings** none

~1860~

‘’Goodbye, Stefan. Goodbye, Damon.’’ I hug each one of them in turn. My father decided that he was going to send me to finishing school a few towns over. He hasn’t really known how to care for me since mother died. I figured that it would be better for me there, so I wasn’t too upset when he didn’t consult me in his decision. I can still write to Stefan and Damon every week, and see them multiple times a year for holidays. My carriage comes and I wave at my family one more time before I get in and leave.  

I finally make it too the school after a long ride. The head mistress shows me to my room, and introduces me to my room girl. I settle in, happy about where I am, but still a little sad that I am not bel to see my family more often.  

~~~~

I make it back to my room after home skills and advantages class. I’ve been here for two months now, and it’s been going very well. I sit ono my bed, when someone quickly runs in, and hands me a letter.

‘’I’m sorry.’’ She says to me before disappearing back out into the hallway. I look at the note confused. What could be so bad?

Dearest Y/n,

I offer my deepest condolences, and I regret to inform you that your brothers were shot. They both passed away soon after. We haven’t been able to locate their bodies, but bystanders are positive it was them. Your father, as well, has sadly passed. We found him mutilated in him home by animal. We are not sure how this happened, but we are never resting until we find those boys and figure out what happened to you father. We are going to send a carriage for you on October 2 so you can make peace and an appearance. When you come back, go to your home, and there should be someone waiting to give you instructions and guidance on how to proceed. Once more, Y/n, we are very sorry for your losses.

I slowly raise my head from the note that is now covered with my tears that fell from my eyes. My whole family is now dead. I have no one to go home to. No one to celebrate Christmas or Thanksgiving with. No one to guide me and enjoy the rest of my life with. I’m all alone.  

~~~~ Two years ago, I received that letter. I went home for the funerals for all three of my family members. I stayed near Mystic Falls; I never went back to the boarding school. I don’t live in my old house because there are too many reminders of the people who were taken from me. I live close by to visit their graves, but I can’t live in that house even though it was left to me. Everyone near my town heard the news and they always asked me how I was doing, if I was okay. I would smile and nod, but in my head, I scream for them to leave me alone and not bring it up every time they see me.  

To forget my turmoil, I met someone. A man. He’s twenty-three compared to me, being seventeen. He helps me forget about everything that has happened to me when I’m with him.

~~~

‘’Hello, Philip.’’ I say to him as I walk into his house and sit next to him.

‘’Hello, Y/n. I want you to try something with me, please.’’ He hands me a glass with a crimson red liquid in it.  

‘’What is this?’’ I question with disgust laced in my voice.  

‘’It’s alright. Just drink it, darling.’’ He looks into my eyes, and I suddenly really want to drink it. I nod, and take a sip. I shy away at the copper taste, but swallow it anyway.

‘’Philip, what is that?’’ I place the cup down, not wanting to drink anymore.  

‘’It’s my blood.’’ He answers nonchalantly, and come closer to me.  

‘’Your, your blood?’’ I shout at him. He nods, and grabs my head in a swift motion. Before I can say anything or even comprehend what is happening, he jerks it to the side and my world goes black. I wake up what seems like minutes later, but it’s dark outside, so I know it’s far later. I look around to see no one in the room. I scrunch my eyes in confusion as to where Philip’s whereabouts are.

Philip is pushed out of my mind when I feel a terrible ache in my gums, and a hankering hunger for something that’s not food. I hear someone speak, and I turn my head as if they are right next to me. There is no one here, so how can I hear them? I can hear their heartbeat. I can hear their blood. I get up and run to the person, thankfully they are by themselves. I stop for a second, wondering what I am doing. Why do I want to kill them? But then I hear their blood pumping, and I can't help it. I go over to them and bite their neck, draining them of all their blood in seconds.  

What is this? What did I just do? Did I kill them? What am I? Where is Philip? He did this to me, but what did he did?

~~~~~

150 years later

~~~~~

I walk through my old hometown of Mystic Falls. I’ve only been in this town twice since I was turned into a vampire. There are too many bad memories of this place. I make it a bar that wasn’t there before, call Mystic Grill. I sit at the bar and order a bourbon with a lime on the side. I show them my fake ID and if that doesn’t work, I usually compel whoever is bartending. The blond boy, who doesn’t look old enough to work at a bar, gives it to me. I thank him, and sip on it. I hear three people come into the Grill. One of them comes next to me, and I turn to look at the back of his head. He has raven hair, but I can’t see anything else. He also orders a bourbon from the blond boy.

‘’Damon, have you talked to Elena at all today? She wasn’t at school.’’ the bartender asks. I can’t help but listen to their conversation as they are right next to me.

‘’She was at the house with Stefan this morning. I don’t keep a hold on her, Donovan.’’ He says. I blink and my eyes widen. Stefan and Damon. That can’t just be a coincidence, can it? Before the boy can say anything else, I intrude.  

‘’Excuse me, is you last name by chance, Salvatore.’’ I ask him before he turns around. Once he’s facing me, I am met with the face of my eldest brother, Damon.

‘’Well, who’s asking?’’

‘’Me.’’ I deadpan, not playing into his cool boy ways. I’m still shocked that my brothers are alive. There has to be logical explanation.  

‘’Sorry sweetheart. I don’t answer to you.’’ He says and turns back around to the people he came in with. I try to think of something that make him remember that it is me. Suddenly, I think of something we would always say when we would play in the yard together back home.  

‘’Nah nana boo boo! I win you lose. Nah nana boo boo, you smell like poo.’’ I chuckle at our old saying.  He freezes the motion of him bringing the bourbon to his lips. He turns to me again, and looks into my eyes, trying to make sure that’s it’s me. He smiles at me in disbelief.^^^ I see tears come to his eyes.  

‘’Little, Y/n/n?’’ I nod at him, and he pulls me into a bone-crushing hug. ‘’But how?’’ He asks while hugging me.  

''I'll let you know about everything, but first, can I see Stefan?'' I ask. He nods and we walk out of the bar after paying for the drinks. My family is alive.

‘’I’ll fill you in about everything. I’ll tell you everything. But first, can I see Stefan?’’ He nods, and we walk out of the bar after paying for the drinks and saying goodbye to Damon’s friends. I can’t help but smile all the way to my house.

~~~~

We walk up the gravel leading to the Salvatore house, and I lightly smile at the familiarity. I haven’t been here since the funerals. That was so long ago.  

‘’I see you both chose to stay in our childhood home.’’ I say to Damon. He nods and we walk up to the door.  

‘’I’m going to knock while you hide behind me so we can surprise, Stefan. I’m so excited for him to see you. He’ll be jealous that I saw you first, but he’s used to it. I know I'm your favorite.’’

I chuckle, and nod, ‘’Don’t tell him that.’’ Damon smirks at me, and knocks on the door. I zone in my hearing, and listen to the footsteps coming to the door before it is opened.

‘’Damon? Why are you knocking on the door? This is your house.’’ Stefan says somewhat annoyed.

‘’I didn't want to just walk in when I have amazing news.’’ Damon says.

‘’What news, Damon?’’ He sighs. To this, I step out from my hiding and smile at Stefan.

‘’Surprise!’’ He looks at me confused.  

‘’I’m sorry. Who are you?’’

‘’You and Damon are so slow. You don’t even recognize your gorgeous, amazing, awesome, baby sister.’’ I chuckle at him. He still looks confused, but I see the pieces coming together in his head.

‘’Y/n? That’s you?’’ I nod and the emotions finally hit me. Tears fall from my eyes and down my face. Damon steps out of the way so Stefan can hug me. I’m hugging my brother. The brother who I thought died in 1864 from a gunshot. I can’t even fathom how happy and content I am.  

‘’How are you here?’’ He pulls away from me. I let my vamp face show, exposing the veins in my face, and he nods. Both him and Damon do the same.  

‘’It’s a long story. I need a drink and to sit in my home.’’ Damon smirks and wraps his arm around my shoulder and we try to go inside when I am hindered by the magic stopping vampires from going where they haven't been invited in.  

‘’Oh, Elena is here. She can let you in.’’ Stefan suggests.  

‘’Elena!’’ Damon shouts up the stairs. I see a girl who looks just like Katherine come down the stairs. I read about her after my brothers died. Damon and Stefan sent me letters about here. Talking about how much they both loved her. I don’t like the way she treated and manipulated my brothers. I’m assuming she’s the one that got them killed in the first place  

‘’Really, brothers? You didn’t learn from your first Katherina? Yeah, I know.’’ Their faces look at me as if I shouldn’t know who she is.  

‘’I’ll have you know I am not Katherine. Who even is she anyway?’’ She asks, and glares at me.  

‘’Her name is Y/n. Now, let her in, Elena.’’ Stefan says.

‘’Why should I?’’

‘’Because, Elena, this is my house, and I haven’t been here in one-hundred-and-fifty years. You own nothing here except maybe my brother’s heart. Now, I would really appreciate id you would do me the grand honor of letting me inside my own house.’’ I smile sweetly at her sarcastically. Damon lightly chuckles and smirks at my snarkiness I learned from him.

‘’Would you like to come in?’’ She returns almost as sarcastic. I thank her and walk past her to the living room. Stefan and Damon sit next to me, ready for me to tell them what happened.  

‘’When you both ‘died’, I came home to the funeral the people in our town funded and planned. I never went back to that school. I kind of just floated around place to place that was somewhat near here. So I could visit you both and father at the cemetery. When I was seventeen, I met someone. His name was Philip. He was twenty-three at the time, he was just someone to distract me.’’ I am about to continue when I am interrupted by Elena’s voice.

‘’Sounds pretty desperate if you ask me.’’

‘’Thankfully I didn’t.’’ I cut her off. I grab a bottle of bourbon from the table behind the couch. I take a drink of it and continue talking.  

‘’He gave me his blood and compelled me to drink it. I drank it willingly, not knowing what it was. I asked him, he told me, then he snapped my neck. I woke up with a hunger and enhanced senses. I was confused, I could hear someone’s heart beating. I killed them. I’ve been a vampire since then, but I don’t drink fresh. Usually bagged, or animals.’’

‘’So, you were just turned by some random guy?’’ Damon asks, looking like he wants to kill someone.

‘’Yes, but back then he wasn’t just a guy. He was someone that made me feel better about my situation. About my life. Having a dead mom, dead dad, and two dead brothers. He made me forget about all that. He made me feel mature, and safe with him.’’

‘’How old are you now, Y/n?’’ Stefan asks me.

‘’I was turned when I was seventeen and I was turned in 1866. So, whatever that math it. I don’t keep track. Never really celebrate birthdays because I have no one to celebrate with.’’ I take another swig of bourbon, feeling burn my throat.

‘’Well, now you do. I want you to meet our friends. You’ve already met Elena, but we’ll introduce you to the others.’’ Damon tells me.

‘’I would like that very much.’’ I say to the both of them and we continue to talk with each other about anything and everything. Catching up on our missed years.  

[such-a-random-rambler]

Birthday Surprise

heeeeyyyyy @lenle-g

Happy Birthday!!!! - sorry that this is a bit late, but I didn’t intend it to be quite this long so had to finish it today.

(Prompt was John and Stabbed and boy did I have sooooo much fun with this. I might rewrite this one day into something much longer because I loved this idea so much. So thank you for the idea!)

Hope you enjoy.

“So, then I pulled her up off the floor - “ Gordon explained, getting into the swing of it now.

“Yeah, I know.”

“And I said ‘Hold on tight’.”

“I know.”

“And I fired a grapple hook off, getting the angle just right to wedge it into the top of the cliff face, not an easy shot I can assure you.” Gordon gestured upwards sharply, now with less than half his concentration on the selection of root vegetables in front of him. They would all need chopping to roughly equal sizes to roast evenly but they could wait a second while he recounted his latest feat of heroics.

“I know Gordon.” John said, reaching round behind him to get to the pots of fresh herbs for the basting of the turkey. “I was there.”

“No you weren’t.”

“Ok.” Gordon could hear that eyeroll. “Maybe not physically, but I was listening.”  

“Yeah, so let me tell it, because I say something really funny in a minute.”

John nipped back round him to the refrigerator for butter or something. “You’re not meant to be joking about on the job.”

“It’s not joking around, it’s lightening the atmosphere and putting the rescuee at ease in a tense situation.”  

“Fine.” John reached round for a mixing bowl. “Before you carry on and tell me everything I already know, have you preheated the oven yet?”  

“No.” Gordon turned back to his vegetables. It wasn’t often they got a house full but tomorrow was a special day at the end of a good week. They’d only had half a dozen dispatches, no fatalities, not even a broken bone. Virgil, Alan and Scott were on the way back and weren’t they going to be pleased to see that John had descended in their absence. Particularly Scott as it was his birthday tomorrow. If Gordon played it right he might even be able to play it off as Gordon’s present to the eldest: coaxing John out of the heavens and a full Thanksgiving-style roast even though it wasn’t the time of year for it.  

“I’m going to get so many brownie points for this. You here, Scott’s favourite food already in the oven: this was all my idea.” Gordon grinned, giving a particularly tough carrot a few enthusiastic chops. They went soft and sweet on a long slow roast – delicious.

“Do you need those brownie points for anything in particular?” John squeezed past him again, back to the refrigerator.  

“Well. There might have been a slight incident on Tuesday.” He paused. “No wait Monday.” Gordon counted back the days since the thing with the sock, conducting his thoughts. “Definitely Monday.” He whipped around, triumphant to have caught John out. “But I thought you knew anything anyway, so surely -”

The words died in his throat. John was close. Very close. Right behind him.  Eyes wide. Bowl in one hand, with the butter rub that would be pushed under the skin of the turkey to make it moist and flavorful. Too close. Gordon had frozen at the slight pull of resistance from the knife in his hand as he turned. The knife that he had sharpened to tackle the carrots and potatoes and parsnips and sweet potatoes. The one he had been gesturing with for the last fifteen minutes.  

Gordon’s gaze drifted downwards and for a moment thought he had imagined the soft gasp from his brother. He couldn’t quite understand what he was seeing. John. Too close. His knife. Where John was. Blood, creeping across the front of John’s shirt.  

John’s shirt was almost brand new. Not that new in fact, probably a few years at this point but it still had that soft new feeling of something that hadn’t been laundered too much. It was one of Johns favourites, but he wasn’t here enough to wear his civilian clothes a lot. Certainly not to wear them out, so they were always fresh and neat and clean. But now this one was covered in blood.

CRACK

Pottery dropped to the floor, the aroma of parsley and basil and rosemary and more blooming into the air.

Gordon was still gripping the knife. He moved, just a fraction of an inch, and John’s hand darted out to grab his wrist.

“Don’t move it.” he breathed.  

Gordon knew that. One of the basic tenants of first aid. Don’t go pulling objects out of wounds if you’re not prepared to deal with the bleeding that will follow. He wasn’t going to just rip the knife out. He wasn’t. He knew that. But. It had been instinct, just for a moment there to get it out.  

But John, who saw everything, who knew everything, knew what to do. Had stepped up even with a knife in his gut.

Slowly, forcing each finger carefully back Gordon released his grip on the knife handle, with John’s grip still firm around his wrist and red filling Gordon’s vision.  

Gordon locked shocked eyes with John, noting his normally suntan-free skin had lightened by several shades.

“I -” John started, swallowing heavily and continuing shakily. “I need you to help me sit down.”

“You need to lay down.” Gordon corrected, first responder instincts kicking in from somewhere in his subconscious while his conscious was still largely frozen.

Gordon stepped around to John’s back, where he could take most of his weight in a controlled descent to the floor, then pulling him back until he was horizontal. There was a med kit in the book case. But there were dish cloths here. Gordon grabbed the nearest clean one as a compress: laid carefully around the knife so as not to dislodge it put then pushed firmly to stem the bleeding.  

John gave a reflexive flinch, squeezing his eyes shut and letting out a low groan.

“Thunderbirds One and Two on final approach.” Scott’s voice boomed across the room. He sounded happy, relaxed: back from another successful mission after a pretty damn good week. “We’ll be landing in five.” He didn’t know.

“This was all my idea.”

Scott took the steps up to the gantry two at a time, heart light. He was already in a good mood when he had landed: yet another day where he barely got his uniform dirty. In and out, quick and easy, that’s the way he liked his peril. Virgil was taxiing Two back in and wouldn’t even need to do a medkit restock today. He was loath to say anything out loud, but Scott offered silent prayers that this was yet another day they had come back home with barely a scratch.  

Walking across the hangers he paused mid stride at the space elevator resting on it’s own pad, tucked neatly into the corner. Scott usually had to wrestle John down for his scheduled rest days, of which today was not one.  John always, without fail, notified him if an unscheduled visit was needed  for health and safety reasons and there had been not so much as a whisper of anything wrong on Five for weeks. Which meant this was a social visit.  

Scott broke out into a broad grin and lengthened his stride, making quick work of the several flights between the hanger and the house. With John down that would make a complete set for the first time in who-knows-how-long. Scott wasn’t big into birthdays, his own in particular. They were just a reminder of how long it had been since the holes had been ripped in his family, and there was usually some sort of incident to attend to anyway. But maybe, just maybe, he might get a couple of minutes of them all together for his birthday.

He tried not to storm into the kitchen – the first place to look for John was by the bagels – but he was keen, so at first he didn’t notice a ginger mop of hair on the floor as it was six foot below where he would usually be looking. Was this some sort of post-orbital stretching? Almost continual space duty was taxing on the body but surely they could come up with something other than being a human trip hazard asleep on the kitchen floor.

Gordon was leaning over John, back to Scott.  Typical for him to be involved in something inappropriate but he had picked up all sorts of weird things during his lengthy physiotherapeutic tour of the world after his accident.  Scott shook his head, but frowned as his noticed a bright red pool of paint, spreading across the plain while tiles. What the hell?

Gordon must have heard him come in, for he glanced over his shoulder. Scott had seen Gordon look that pale and shell shocked exactly twice before. Once for Mom and once for Dad, and it struck terror at Scotts core in an instant.  

Like an optical illusion his perspective changed and a brand new and much more terrifying scene resolved before his eyes. John wasn’t asleep, he was unconscious or close to it. That wasn’t paint. He was lying in a pool of blood.  

Scott didn’t remember covering the intervening distance but in a flash he was standing right next to his two brothers, where he could see the blood soaked cloth in Gordon’s hands. And the handle of the kitchen knife standing out from John’s side.

“Help me.” Gordon begged, looking up at him, face ashen.  

Gordon and Alan leapt up from where they had been waiting on the stairs just out the medbay. Scott straightened from leaning against the wall. Scott looked worried. Alan looked worried. Gordon looked damn near terrified.

“He’s going to be fine.” Virgil said, giving his final pronouncement now the bandaging was complete. “It nicked a blood vessel but we’ve got that sown up and it didn’t perforate any internals. Muscle damage mostly. He just needs a bit of rest now.”  

Alan immediately relaxed, shoulders lowering and a relieved grin spreading across his face. “See,” he nudged Gordon, “I told you he was going to be fine.”

“I.... I didn’t mean to.” Gordon stuttered, eyes on the floor.  

“Gordon.” Scott said sharply, bringing Gordon’s eyes up to his, and Virgil shot Scott a warning look to take it easy on him, even if he had spent the last hour holding John’s stomach together for Virgil to stich, then cleaning up his blood from the kitchen floor.

“Whatever you are about to say I don’t want to hear it.” Scott said a little more gently but with uncharacteristic lack of tact. “Whatever you need to say, you need to say to John.”

“I don’t think he’ll want to see me.”

“He does,” Virgil said “he’s been asking for you.” As soon as he had been stable enough to talk John had started to ask about Gordon, and it was only a promise that he would see him soon that kept John in the bed while Virgil was trying to god-damn stitch him up. Painkillers always made John stubborn.

Gordon made no move to go in and Virgil heaved a huge sigh at the difficulty of having younger brothers. “He’s awake right now, but he needs his rest so get a move on.”  Virgil grabbed Gordon by the shoulder and shoved him towards the door. “We’ll be having pizza when you’re done. Alan go and put the oven on would you, you can see John later, when he wakes up.”

Alan nodded and scampered along the corridor. He was a good kid. Virgil gave Gordon another push through the door, and closed it gently behind him.

Scott looked tired. He always looked tired, but more tired than usual.  

“Not what I expected to come home to.” Virgil said wryly.

“No.” Scott agreed. “I suppose it had all been going too well these last couple of weeks, we were due for a disaster. I thought someone had broken in or something at first.”

Virgil had heard Scott bellow for a medic from three floors away and as he had rushed in his first thought had been an attack from the Hood or the Chaos Crew as well. Amongst the application of a proper emergency compress and manouvering John down to the medical room Gordon had haltingly explained there was no intruder to pursue. Which stopped them putting the island into emergency lock down at least.

“Do we need to do anything?”

“With Gordon?” Scott raised a questioning eyebrow. “I doubt it. He’s had the fright of his life. So have I. I don’t know about one year, I think I’ve aged about ten years tonight!”

Virgil slung an arm around Scott’s shoulder as they followed in Alan’s wake to the kitchen. “At least he’ll definitely be down for your birthday.”

John was only half aware of the conversation going on outside the room, quite happy to let the wonderful drugs do their fine work, but the soft click of the door and tentative shuffling footsteps made him force his eyes fully open. Gordon stood by his bed, awkwardly swaying from side to side and not quite looking him in the eye.

“Hey.” John -  mustering himself to say something a little more intelligent -  sat a little more upright. Not much more upright though.

“Hey.” Gordon returned, eyes flicking to the almost empty blood bag. “Does it hurt?”

John was just going to reach round for a clove of garlic when Gordon turned, and at first it was like a punch. But after that initial impact the pain morphed from something blunt and bruising to sharp and breathtaking.

“No, I’m on the good stuff.”

Gordon nodded. Acknowledgement? Approval?

“Errrr..... Virgil said you wanted to see me, but, well I don’t know, if you want to rest, or whatever, I don’t mind - “

“I did.” John interrupted. “I wanted to make sure you were ok.”

Gordon met his eyes in surprise. “Me? I’m fine. I’m.... I’m not the one who got stabbed. I’m the one who....”

Deer in headlights. John knew what that meant now. John was aware of every second they were frozen in that awful tableau, the slow spread of warmth outside, the frozen spear stabbing inside. The look of shock and terror and disbelief written across Gordon’s face. The big brother in him wanted to do something about that. He wanted to make the fear go away and promise that it would all be ok. The little part of him that was always on Thunderbird Five snapped at him to prioritise so he’d left that comforting for later and focused on the bleeding.  

John reached out – being careful not to pull on the i.v. - to take one of Gordon’s hands in his. “I’m going to be ok Gordon. A bag of blood and a few stitches, a bit of bed rest and I’ll be right as rain.”

“I’m sorry.” Gordon whispered. “I didn’t mean to.”

“I know. I shouldn’t have been running around right behind you like that.”

“I should have not been waving a knife around like that. I almost killed you.”

The kitchen floor was cold against his back, apart from where his own blood warmed him. It probably wasn’t even that much, but he’d lost enough to make him a little light headed and to be glad he wasn’t still trying to stand. He tried not to show how much it hurt when Gordon pressed down, but every breath jostled the metal protrusion. It might not even be that deep but his imagination was conjuring unhelpful images of being run through. John thought he had felt feint vibrations from the depths of the island and was hoping that wasn’t his imagination. His concentration was slipping and Gordon needed backup.

“You didn’t. And I’m going to be fine.” John peered into Gordon’s face to see if he was taking it all in.  

Gordon nodded, slightly teary. He might have to be told it a couple more times, but he would get it in the end.

John let his head drop back against the pillow: exhausted, fuzzy and ready for sleep. “Look on the bright side though, neither of us is going to be given kitchen duty for a while.”