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weelittleweasley · 4 years ago

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love affair (g.w.)

prompt: a relationship with george weasley was all you wanted. but it seemed as though the two of you had two different ideas of what a relationship meant.

pairing: george weasley x fem!reader, fred weasley x fem!platonic reader

warnings: cheating relationships, physical violence, tiny blood warning (literally one sentence), lots of angst, language

word count: 7.5k

author note: this is an amalgamation of me getting out of a very strange relationship six months ago, driver’s license by olivia rodrigo, and two ghosts by harry styles, so take that as you will. this made me sad to write. im so sorry. i also wrote this half tired so if it doesn't make sense, IM SO SORRY LMAO

Knees curled up to your chest, you wrapped your arms around your legs, forcing your body into a coddled position as you sat upon the window sill. Forehead pressed to the glass, the coolness of it made your warm forehead ease with the sensation, condensation fogging up the window pane as your eyes stared mindlessly out of the window. Small mouth sounds fell from your parted lips as you inhaled and exhaled deeply. In the fog on the pane, you dragged your finger across the condensation, drawing little figurines as you attempted to distract yourself from your wandering thoughts that flooded with panic at the news you had received moments ago.

Your pointer finger drew a small heart into the glass before you ripped it away. The sound of a deep tenor rumble resonated outside as small water droplets began pitter-pattering down onto the window. The rain was soothing in contrast to your current state, washing over the lush landscape of the Scottish countryside that Hogwarts castle stood proudly on.

The rain renewed and refreshed the early autumnal landscape. Water struck upon delicate flowers and reached up to the pale gray sky, accepting the water gratefully. Like a stream in a forest, water rushed down the sides of the Whomping Willow as it twisted and shook off the rain as it poured down. The lush green grass absorbed the water, causing mud puddles to form in pockets across the ground. A smile creeped onto your face as you bit your bottom lip, thinking about how George would insist the next morning that you two go romp around in the mud, behaving like children. George loved mornings after the rain, the way the air was crisp, the smell of fresh dew, the soft ground beneath his yellow rain boots.

But with the thought of George, your anxious thoughts swirled in your mind like a mixing bowl. You took a deep breath in and repeated to yourself that you would not like to jump to conclusions. This could have been a misunderstanding and Patricia Stimpson had just conveyed the message incorrectly. But the churning in your gut suggested otherwise.

The rain came down relentlessly now, thunder rumbling like a snare drum as darts of lightning flashed far away. The storm was far away, thankfully, which put your mind at ease.

As a rumble of thunder rippled through, gentle knocks sounded at your door. Rather than getting up and greeting the expected visitor at the door, you lifted your wand beside you and with a gentle flick, the door creaked open just enough for him to push it open all the way.

Entering the room, George closes the door behind him. Without even saying a word, he knows you aren’t yourself. Something was troubling you and it was palpable. The way you curled up watching the rain trickle down the window as you followed it lazily with your finger. George sighs and walks towards you. “Awfully quiet today, aren’t we?” he speaks simply as he takes a seat across from you on the window sill, him sitting criss cross.

You peel your eyes away from the window and give him a gentle smile as your mind screams to tell him to leave the room, you need space. But when you look at him, your heart swells with all the love you can conjure in your body. He was your George. How could he have done something so unthinkable, but your heart still leaped at the sight of him? You pushed the thought away; nothing was confirmed yet. “Hi, Georgie,” you speak quietly. He scoots closer to you, smile on his lips as he leans forward and presses a light kiss to your forehead. “There’s just a lot on my mind today.”

George peels your arms from around your legs and pulls on them gently, making you wrap your legs around his waist as you huff, giving into his touch. Now, you were wrapped around him like a koala would be, his hands resting on your hips as he brushed a loose strand of hair from your face. “Would you like to share with the class?” he jokes as you give him a look that tells him you were serious. He clears his throat. “Sorry, darling,” he smiles. “What’s bothering you? You can tell me...I don’t like seeing you upset. Especially if it is something I can prevent.”

How ironic. You rub your eyes with the heels of your hands as you inhale a shaky breath. “I received some news from Patricia Stimpson this morning,” you start as you gently start to peel yourself off of George. It didn’t feel right to talk about something like this while being complete entangled in each other. George gives you a concerned look, a little confused as to why you would be talking to Patricia Stimpson. “She saw something that you did that is honestly quite disturbing.”

Patricia came up to you this morning after you had finished breakfast in the Great Hall with George as you parted ways for the day, him to the library and you to you the courtyard. She had a look of urgency in her eyes as she tapped your shoulder and requested to speak somewhere privately. The two of you sat on a bench in the courtyard as she gave you a sad smile and revealed information that you never thought you would receive.

Your heart had stopped beating at the mention of the combination of names strung together in that sentence. It felt like your worst nightmare had grown legs and had walked into your life. The news slapped you in the face as you just stared at her when she told you, looking into her eyes that looked at you so sad for you. “You mean to tell me,” you breathily laugh, not wanting to even think that this situation was a possibility, “that you saw George and...Angelina...”

She nodded her head, sadly with a look of guilt on her face. She hated that she had to be the barer of bad news, especially since you two weren’t that close. But she would hate to see another girl struggle to breathe as rumors flooded in when she knew she could have helped prevent the situation. Patricia gulped and spoke, “Snogging, yeah.” The thought makes bile rise in your throat as you swallow hard and close your eyes. “It happened a few days ago. They were in the library in the back. I was trying to return a book and I stumbled upon them. The two of them both froze and Angelina then yelled at me to leave and I did, I was shocked, I didn’t know what to do,” she tries to reason. “I’m so sorry, (Y/N).”

You shook your head and placed a reassuring hand on Patricia’s. “Please don’t apologize. You didn’t nothing wrong, darling,” you give her a weak smile. “There was nothing you could after seeing that except tell me. Thank you for telling me,” you speak as you inhale a deep breath, trying to understand how something like this could have happened.

George went to the library often, but he was usually accompanied by Fred or Lee to talk about the joke shoppe or sorts. He would have meetings every four days. If he had slipped away to do something with Angelina, Fred or Lee would have known. But what really stung was the fact that it was Angelina. Your first friend at Hogwarts. She introduced you to George. She helped set you two up. And now she was the one tearing you apart.

Patricia starts rambling, “I should have told you when I saw it, but I was scared that I had the wrong twin. That it was Fred and not George, but I could have sworn it was George. It had to have been.”

You speak, “Stop justifying things, Patricia. It’s okay. I’ll, um, I’ll have a chat with George about this I guess. Thank you, again, Patricia. I’ll...see you around.”

When you recounted the events to George, he just sat there and looked at you in disbelief. The way he looked at you with so much pain in his eyes made you feel guilty for accusing him of such a thing. You gulped down a dry swallow and told yourself you couldn’t cry, but that didn’t halt the tears from welling up in your eyes as you inhaled a shaky breath. George still just stared at you in shock. “Please, Georgie,” you beg, just barely above a whisper, knowing if you speak any louder, you’ll crumble. “Tell me it’s not true.”

Your bottom lip trembles and threatens to spill out a sob, but it’s stifled when George pulls you into his chest as you cry into his jumper, taking it in your hands in fistfuls. You let cries erupt throughout your body as George rubs your back soothingly, kissing the top of your head. “Don’t cry, angel,” he coos as you sob into his chest, praying to whoever was listening that this wasn’t happening. “Shhhh,” he hushes you, gently prying you off of his chest so he could look into your eyes.

Looking up at him teary eyed, George cradles your face in hands, thumbs wiping away your tears as you tremble like a child after a sick nightmare. He pressed a kiss to one cheekbone and then the other, where tears fell before he pressed his forehead up against yours. “Never in my life,” he speaks, “would I do that to the girl I love.” The fear evaporates from your body as your shoulders relax and you let out a shaky breath. “I know Patricia claims it was me, but it was absolutely Fred. He’s had his eye on Angelina for a few weeks now. Nice to know that my own twin brother doesn’t tell me when he snogged a girl,” he teases as you giggle lightly. “(Y/N)...” he speaks, his voice trailing off, almost as if it were a warning. “I love you.”

His declaration of love felt more like a statement when he said it. As if you should have known. It was firm and pressing. You shook your head as you smiled lightly, sniffling. It was dumb of you to question George’s loyalties in the first place. He loved you fiercely. “I love you, Georgie.”

And for the first time ever in this relationship, the words you exchanged felt out of place. Misused. But you knew the words still rang true for the both of you after three years of dating. If they didn’t, you wouldn’t have your lips pressed against his right now in a gentle kiss, trying to mend what had almost been broken.

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A few days had passed since the rain and you found yourself happily walking down the hallway, hand in hand with George. He leaned down and whispered in your ear, making you laugh and slap his chest as he joined you in laughter. George squeezed your petite hand in his larger one before he spoke, “Freddie and I have got a team meeting in the library. We’ve got potential investors for the joke shoppe.”

Your eyes widen as you excitedly push his shoulder. “Investors? Geez, Georgie, why didn’t you tell me?!” you exclaim as he chuckles. “I’m so proud of you,” you beam, gently stroking his cheek before you place a gentle kiss to his lips. “Go on then, go do more exciting things,” you push him in the direction of the library.

George sends you a wink, “I’ll catch you after, alright?” He walks backwards down the hall. “In your room?” he asks as you smile and nod. “Brilliant.”

And with that, he’s gone as you shake your head and continue walking down the hallway. As you walk, you think about how that night between you and George had brought you closer. He wanted to be around you more, he gave you more compliments, he paid close attention to how you were feeling. It was like he was becoming a more attentive boyfriend. A new George, one that you could get used to.

You lazily walked through the halls of Hogwarts, chatting with people you knew as you passed. Now, you found yourself giggling as you stumbled upon Ron, linking arms as dancing down the hallway. You erupted in a fit of giggles as Ron spun you around and he chuckled. The two of you engaged in light chatter before he offered you a snack from his satchel, a bright red apple. “What is it with your family and always eating? I don’t get it,” you tease him.

Ron shrugs, “Always be prepared?”

You roll your eyes as you continue to walk, talk, and eat as you turn the corner and you furrow your brows. There was Fred leaning up against the wall, chatting to Lee about something before Lee threw his head back in laughter. That was odd. Quite a short meeting Fred and George had. “Oi!” you call out. “Freddie!” You drag Ron down the hallway to meet his brother and Lee as Ron throws a lazy arm around your shoulder, towering over you.

Fred turns his eyes and when his eyes land on you a genuine, happy smile appears on his face. “Oi, is my younger git brother annoying you?” he teases as Ron sarcastically laughs before punching Fred in the arm as Fred laughs melodiously.

“Piss off, Fred. Don’t you have somewhere to be?” he sneers.

You turn to Fred again, “I thought you and Georgie had a meeting about the joke shoppe. I was just with him like twenty minutes ago and he said he had to run.” You were genuinely curious and also confused. You thought an investor meeting would take more time than just a mere twenty minutes if it was a serious offer.

Fred shakes his head and tucks his hands into his pockets. “No,” he speaks, brows furrowed, confused as to why his brother would relay false information to you like this. “We have a meeting about the shoppe every other week. Our next meeting isn’t for another week.” Lee looks at you, puzzled, looking back and forth between you and Fred. There was something wrong.

Your heart sinks and your mouth goes dry. Ron watches your face drop from an excited smile to the color of parchment. He places a cautious hand on your shoulder. Before he can ask you how you’re feeling, you speak up, “Freddie,” you gulp. “This is going to sound like a weird question, but I need you to be brutally honest with me.” Fred looks at Lee completely puzzled before looking at you. “About a week ago, did Patricia Stimpson walk in on you snogging Angelina in the library?”

Lee cackles, “He wishes! Angelina Johnson wouldn’t go near our poor Fred with a ten foot pole!” Lee claps Fred’s shoulder as Fred shoots him a glare, making Lee pipe down immediately. Now was not the time to joke around. And that really meant something when it came to Fred Weasley.

Your heart sinks further and your chest starts to rise and fall with anxiety. The big red apple that was once in your hand fell to the floor and rolled away. Something was gravely wrong. Ron peels his arm off of you, knowing that you need space as you anxiously look between Fred and Ron and Lee, trying to figure out where George could be then. If he wasn’t with Fred or Lee or you, then that meant he was alone. Or...

Fred looks at you and takes a step closer to you. “(Y/N),” he speaks, approaching you with caution like you were ticking time bomb. “Look at me,” he speaks, placing both of his hands on your arms as you look upwards at him, fear in your eyes. “Where did my brother tell you he was?”

Breathing heavily, you open your mouth and no sound comes out at first, just a squeak. Fred’s eyes soften, concerned for you and moment away from kicking his brother’s teeth in. His eyes coax you into trusting him with the information you have. Finally, you manage, “In the library, with you, talking about investments for the shoppe.”

Without another word, Fred takes your hand in his and speaks directly to Lee. “If George doesn’t come back to the room tonight, don’t go looking for him,” he speaks through gritted teeth. “Ron, stay here. We don’t need more attention to the scene we’re about to cause. Or should I say, I’m about to cause.”

Before anyone can object, Fred and you are now walking, more marching, down the halls of the castle to the library to hunt out George. Panic and fear are pumping through your veins as Fred radiates pure fury. Fred and you were always very close, even more so after you and George had started dating. In Fred’s eyes, you were like another sister to him. He felt the overwhelming need to protect in a way that was different how George protected you. Fred knew the inner workings of your mind like the back of your hand. You were the first person he came to when he had a problem and vise versa. Fred was your friend and a damn good one at that. He hated seeing you upset, especially if he knew it was the doing of his own twin.

“Freddie,” you breathe out. “Patricia came to me days ago and told me that she saw them, but I didn’t believe it. He had told me that it was you and that you had a thing for Angelina for a while and I believed it because I have always trusted George. But now I-”

Halting dead in his tracks before you walk into the library, Fred grabs your shoulders and spins you to face him. “Listen to me, (Y/N),” he commands your attention. “I love my brother. He’s my other half. But something he can be that the guy who is down right dick. And if he did, or is doing, what we’re thinking, then he’s even worse than I had ever imagined. And that is on him.” Fred’s words bring you peace, but also a wave of nerves. Could George ever be unfaithful? Did the relationship have that many cracks that he allowed himself to slip through one? Fred’s brown eyes that looked so like George’s stared into yours as he gave you a smile. “You’re the best girl I know and George is a fucking idiot if he’s letting you go. Regardless of what happens in there, I am your best friend first and foremost. I’m here for you no matter what he does.”

You nod your head and sigh before pulling Fred into the tightest hug you’ve ever given anyone. With all your might, you hold him close as he sighs and hugs you back, knowing the outcome of this situation before it had even unfolded. Fred thought to himself how could his brother be so selfish, so childish, so moronic to do what he had done. There was no going back now. You can feel the hot tears stinging the back of your eyes, but you don’t dare let them fall. You were still clinging onto the last bit of hope before you entered the library. “Thank you, Freddie.”

His arms gave you one last squeeze before taking your hand in his. “Are you ready?” he asks, eyes genuinely searching yours for your answer. Fred was ready to go in there without you to confront his asshole twin and your once best friend, yelling and screaming. Rage was pumping through his veins, but he tried his best to conceal it in front of you. Fred didn’t want you to see him like this.

With a weak nod, you inhale a shaky breath. “As ready as I’ll ever be.”

The two of you walk into the library and you feel your heart drop into your feet when you step in. You didn’t like the way the library felt in this moment. It was cold and hot at the same time and you felt stifled. But that didn’t stop you from chaotically walking to the back of the stacks to find your boyfriend.

You peer down aisles trying to find that familiar tuff of red hair, but all you find are diligent students reading, some joking around with each other, others peering through the stacks to find books. “Where the bloody hell...” you whisper to yourself, growing frustrated that you couldn’t find George. Your nervous energy was now being channeled into anger as you balled your first beside you.

Before you can flip around and ask Fred where he thought his brother could be, you hear a familiar low voice and girlish giggle from behind you. You look at Fred, your eyes wide and stomach churning. Fred opens his mouth to say something, but you are already walking to the back of the library to find exactly what you expected.

The red haired boy your heart belonged to was now pressed flushed against your once best friend, lips connected to each others as her fingers played with the hair that stuck up on the back of his neck. George’s hands were placed on her hips before running down her sides to squeeze her bottom cheekily as she giggled. You inhaled a sharp gasp at the sight, wanting to vomit at the sight of George and Angelina pressed up against each other like this. Your mouth hangs open as the detach themselves from their embrace, faces falling from smiles to sheer horror.

“Fucking hell,” you breathe out, the tears that threatened to fall outside now flowing down your cheeks freely. You feel Fred’s presence behind you as George and Angelina’s eyes dart between you and Fred. Angelina stutters for a moment as George’s hands fly off of her body and into his pockets. “So is Angelina your potential investor?” you ask, bottom lip trembling in horror as Fred steps right behind you, placing his hand on yours giving it a squeeze, letting you know that he is right there with you.

George steps away from Angelina and Angelina fumbles with her words, “(Y/N)-”

You scoff, “Oh, shut up, Angelina. You have no excuse. You were supposed to be my best mate, but instead you decided that you’d rather fool around with my boyfriend behind my back, eh? Some fucking friend you are.”

Angelina’s face contorts with sadness and guilt as she looks down at her feet, playing with her fingers. “I didn’t mean for it to happen,” she tries to defend herself.

With pure fury rushing through your veins, you laugh. “Well, I’d bloody hope you didn’t plan on it!” you exclaim. “I always knew you to be competitive, but not like this. This is low. Even for you,” you shake your head before looking at George who has guilt slapped all over his face. He opens his mouth to say something, but you stick up your hand. “Don’t even say anything to me. Don’t you dare even look at me. You’re a liar and a cheat and loathsome. I hope you’re happy. Angelina, he’s all yours.”

You turn away and let a hand fly up to your mouth to conceal your sob as you run out of the library with Fred draping a protective arm around your shoulder. “Come on, now,” he whispers to you as some people notice your state. “It’s over. They’re both done and that’s it. You can cry, darling, it’s alright.”

Fred whisks you out of the library quickly and the moment you step down the secluded hallway, you collapse into Fred’s arm as he holds you, brushing your hair calmingly. The sobs rake through your body, causing it to tremble hopelessly in his arms as he holds you tight. Seeing you like this filled Fred with rage as he kissed the top of your head as he allowed you to cry into his chest, holding onto him for dear life. You sob and mumble things into his jumper as he nods his head. “I’m here, it’s alright.”

That’s when you hear his voice. “(Y/N), please let me talk,” George pleads, pain evident in his voice, but immeasurable to how you felt in this moment. You don’t dare look at him, burying your face deeper into Fred’s chest as his grip grows iron on you.

“Back off, mate, haven’t you hurt her enough?” Fred defends you as he rubs your back. “What has gotten into, George?”

George’s jaw clenches and his fists bundle up beside him. “Piss off and let me talk to my girlfriend, Fred,” he speaks through gritted teeth. “Please, (Y/N),” his voice changes when he addresses you, more gentle and coaxing as you sob harder into Fred’s chest. “I need to tell you my side of the story.” Fred laughs as you peel yourself from him, wiping your eyes, hot with tears. “There’s no explanation needed, dear brother,” Fred sneers at George who with a sarcastic smile presses his tongue to his cheek in sheer annoyance. “She caught you in the act. What are you going to explain? How your tongue accidentally found its way into Angelina’s mouth?”

George takes a step forward, challenging his brother. “Shut the fuck up, would you?” he bellows, anger in his eyes as Fred doesn’t back down, unafraid of George. You watch as the scene unfolds in front of you, still sniffling. “All of a sudden you’re interested in my girlfriend? You trying to scoop her up while she’s vulnerable?” he pushes Fred’s chest.

“Scoop her up?” he pushes back. “Are you mental? And if she hadn’t made it clear already, I’ll do it for you. Ex-girlfriend. She’s your ex-girlfriend,” Fred corrects his brother. “Not to mention, (Y/N) has always been my friend, even before you started dating. I’m not trying to scoop her up, George, we’re friends! I will always protect her! Especially when you fail to do so,” he spits at George.

That’s what sends George over the edge. With a yell, he sends a gruesome punch to Fred’s jaw who nearly falls over from the blow. “Godric, George, stop!” you yell out at he goes for Fred again, but Fred sends a punch to his twin brother’s nose as George stumbles back, blood trickling down from his nose.

People start to notice that the twins are now in a full on fight, grabbing and swinging at each other as they yell profanities at the each other. A crowd starts to trickle in, cheering on either side of the boys as you watch in horror.

“Fucking hell, get off of each other!” you scream as you grab Fred’s arm as he holds it up to send another punch to his brother’s nose. “Knock it off, you fucking dickheads!” you throw yourself in front of Fred as George and Fred catch their breaths, chests heaving. “Can we not make this a public affair?” you scream again, gesturing to the small crowd that has formed to witness the Weasley twins having it out at each other. “We can talk about this in private,” you say in a hushed angry tone to George. You turn to Fred and take a look at his face, no blood, but definitely lots of bruises and a split lip. “Episkey,” you wave your wand at his face, sealing his broken lip as well as managing to take away some of the swelling of his eyes.

Fred hisses as his face stings as it heals. “You don’t need to talk to him, (Y/N). He doesn’t deserve to hear what you have to say,” he sneers at George who takes another challenging step at Fred.

You hold Fred back again and hold a warning finger to George. “Don’t you dare. You’ve already hurt enough people today,” you spit at him who immediately retaliates. You speak to Fred with a soft, calm smile. “I’ll be okay. I can handle him, Freddie,” you insist as Fred gives you sad smile.

Slowly looking away from Fred, your eyes land on George as your heart breaks at the sight of him. He wiped his bloody nose on his shirt sleeve as he glared at his brother, eyes eventually trailing to you as his glare fades into a guilty look. The brown eyes that you loved so much suddenly made you feel cold and alone as you inhaled a shaky breath. George tries to offer you his hand to walk somewhere more private to discuss things, but you just scoff and walk past him, letting him follow you. The audacity, you thought to yourself.

The two of you walk into an empty classroom as you close the door behind you and leaning against it, arms folded in front of you as you glare at George. You could feel yourself wanting to cry again, but you refused to let him see you cry again. He wasn’t worth your tears. Instead, you let rage course through your body instead of sadness.

George gulps before speaking. “I never wanted this to happen...” he trails off.

“No, you never wanted to get caught,” you correct him as he lets out a disgruntled sigh. “I never thought you would ever do this to me, George. Nevertheless, do it to me with my best friend,” you shake your head. “I thought that if you didn’t love me anymore, you would at least have the decency to tell me,” you throw your hands up in defeat. George remains dead silent. “But somehow, you thought this was a better option.” He quickly replies, “It just happened, (Y/N)!” You furrow your eyebrows. “We were in the common room one night, studying for an exam and we started talking and then for some reason, one thing lead to another, and we kissed,” he admits as your heart breaks. So they had kissed before the time Patricia caught them in the library. This wasn’t a one time mistake he made. George had repeatedly kissed Angelina. Godric knows what else they did. “It was a huge mistake, (Y/N), and I’ll never forgive myself for it. You mean so much to me,” he tries to rationalize with you, begging at this point.

You just scoff and say, “A huge mistake that you did again and again and again. If I hadn’t caught you in the act, you would have kept seeing her, wouldn’t you?” George just shakes his head and gulps, taking a step forward. “Don’t lie to me, George...not again,” your voice cracks, but you refuse to cry. “Instead of telling me how you really felt, you kept telling me you loved me.”

George takes your hands in his and speaks, “I have always loved you, (Y/N). None of that was ever a lie.” Your eyes search his eyes, searching for a truth. Something to tell you why you should stay with him. But instead, you found nothing. “I don’t know what I was thinking,” he whispers, tears filling his eyes as he truly feels sorry when he understands what he losing. “We’re just not who we used to be, I guess,” he shrugs his shoulders, trying to shift the blame on both of you.

Pulling away from his hands, you spit back, “No, you’re not who you used to be.” You shake your head. “In fact, I don’t know who you’ve become. But you’re not the George I fell in love with,” you take a deep breath in as George’s heart breaks. What George did really ripped your heart out of your chest, but this is was ripped it into a thousand pieces. Leaving him. “Goodbye, Georgie.”

George shakes his head, “(Y/N), please don’t.”

But you were already gone.

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Being without George for the first weeks of the breakup were difficult. You missed his touch, his voice, his eyes, his laugh, his smile; you missed it all. Even though what he did rung your heart out, there was a part of you that missed him more than words could say.

People took notice immediately about how you didn’t sit next to George during meals in the Great Hall or converse to Angelina in between classes. This all earned you sorry glances in your direction as people found out what happened. It was embarrassing, having everyone know exactly what went down between you and George and Angelina.

You tried to distract yourself with other friends and schoolwork and other hobbies to keep yourself from thinking about George. But somehow, you always thought of him and how he so harshly betrayed you. No matter what you were doing, something had made you think of him. It came down to the point that you had to distance yourself from Fred, your closest friend after Angelina, because just the look of him made you think of George. That fact that your best friend had to be the identical twin of your cheating ex-boyfriend was enough to drive you mad.

But after a few weeks of healing and distancing yourself from everything that reminded you of George, you finally decided you couldn’t let him prevent you from seeing Fred. Fred was not only George’s brother, but your friend and you were’t going to let that stop you. When you had seen him for the first time since you and George broke up, tears welled in your eyes, you missed him so much. Fred gave you the tightest hug and profusely apologized for his brother’s behavior. Fred was insistent on helping you in every way possible to move on from George; he wanted you to know that no matter what he would be there for you, no matter if it was his twin who had done the damage or not.

Fred along with the help of your other friends helped you get over George and move on. They helped you regain your confidence and have fun and you couldn’t be more grateful. Soon enough, George was the last thing on your mind. His presence in a room no longer made you sad, the mention of his name didn’t make your heart stop, and the sight of him didn’t make you miss him. You were over George Weasley; something you never thought you would be able to say.

Even though you were over George, you didn’t think that you would date someone else after four months after your break up. But funnily enough, you were. The relationship that had blossomed between you and Roger Davies started as something very innocent. You had always been friendly with Roger, but not very close. So when you had initially started studying in the library, you didn’t think it would lead to hanging out in the courtyard, to your first date to Hogsmeade, until your first kiss on the moving staircase.

Roger was so refreshing. He was gentle and kind and shy, but he was affectionate and loved showing you how much he truly cared for you. He would be in the hallways with his friends and spot you across the way before running over to place a quick kiss on your cheek before running back to his friends. Or he would see you studying in the library alone and then immediately find the chair next to you to keep you company. It was the little things he did that made you feel so loved.

When word got to George that you and Roger started dating, he was didn’t take the news well. Unlike you, after the breakup, George wallowed in his guilt and couldn’t stop thinking about how foolish and careless he was. He cursed himself for letting he and Angelina share that kiss on that late night in the common room. He hated the fact that he let himself come back for more when he had someone like you in his fingertips. Someone who loved him fiercely and would do anything to prove their love. When Fred told him the news about you and Roger, George sat there with sad eyes and dryly gulped. “Why him?” he spoke. He was sad, angry, disappointed, jealous at the fact that Roger had just scooped you up.

“She found someone who she cares for and who does the same,” Fred tells his twin. “You should be happy she found someone like that after how the relationship ended with you two,” he tells him as George just closes his eyes and shakes his head. “I know you miss her, George, but it’s over. You messed up.”

George just looked at his brother with the most pained look on his face. George knowing that he hurt you in a way unimaginable sat with him like a rock in his stomach. “It was the worst thing I ever did, Fred. I fucked up big time and I can’t fix it. I really can’t fix it this time,” he spoke, pools welling up in his eyes as Fred gave his brother a sympathetic gaze. “I really messed up, Fred.”

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Winter break rolled around and it would be your first holiday with Roger, but the first holiday without the Weasleys. The thought made your stomach churn. The Weasley family took you in as their own the moment they saw you. Molly and Arthur felt like a second set of parents and you were so grateful that you always had a home with them. You sadly smiled at the memories of the Burrow and the holiday season. You had spent the past four Christmases with the Weasleys and each year just got better and better. You had thought your seventh year would be the best yet, but you had to cast that thought away before you grew sadder.

Shaking away the thoughts of the Burrow, you smiled at the thought of spending the holiday with Roger and his family. You were more than nervous to meet his parents and his older brother, but Roger made it abundantly clear that his family was thrilled to meet you. “I’ve talked to my mom about you before and she is so excited to meet you. She says you sound lovely,” Roger kissed your forehead as you danced nervously around your dormitory room.

You gave him a nervous smile. “I just really want them to like me,” you shake your hands nervously as he takes your hands in his, laugh gently at your nerves. “I’m serious, Roger. I love you and I want your parents to know how much I care for you,” you stand in between his legs as he sits on your bed.

Roger smiles and kisses your nose gently. “They’ll love you because they know how much I love you and how much you mean to me. Let’s be honest, though, what’s not to love about you?” he pokes at your sides as you giggle.

And he wasn’t wrong. Roger’s family was so warm and welcoming to you. Practically the moment his mother spoke to you, you saw how kind and lovely she was and how the whole family took you in instantly. You couldn’t be more grateful to have a boyfriend who had a family that was kind and welcoming like the Weasleys.

On the first night at Roger’s home, you laid in bed next to Roger as you played with the hem of his jumper. “My family bloody loves you,” he whispered to you with the largest smile on his face. You smiled wide and pecked his cheek. “I’m serious. You even impressed Chester and that’s not an easy feat,” he refers to his older brother.

You beam, “Your family is wonderful. Truly. I love them already and it’s just the first night.”

“It’s only going to get better from here,” Roger wiggles his brows as you giggle before he presses his lips to yours.

When the Weasley students arrived home from Hogwarts, they were all tightly embraced by Molly Weasley who peppered each of her kids’ faces with kisses, making them all lovingly groan. “Ah! Harry, there you are,” Molly beamed as she kisses the top of Harry’s head. “Good to have you back home again, my dear,” she spoke before doing the same to Hermione’s head and giving her a tight squeeze. Molly looked around the living room, searching for something or rather someone. “Where’s (Y/N)? Georgie, did you leave her at Hogwarts as a mean prank?” she teased before noticing her son’s hollow face and everyone tense up as Molly spoke of your name like it was You Know Who. “What happened, Georgie?” she looks at her son with a stern look in her face. She knew something was very wrong and she had a bad feeling about it.

George gulps before saying, “(Y/N) and I broke up, Mum.”

Molly’s face drops with sadness before looking at Arthur whose face resembles Molly’s. “Really? Oh my dear, I’m so sorry, Georgie. (Y/N) and you seemed so happy. How did it happen?” she implores as George stiffens and Fred sighs and rubs his face.

This is the part that George Weasley was dreading; the reason why you split up. Everyone else in the room was scared for him too, Merlin’s sake. With a deep breath, George said, “Um,” and swallowed hard. “I wasn’t a good boyfriend, Mum. I betrayed her trust.”

And that’s when Molly’s face dropped into a serious expression. Molly always taught her children how to care for others and always be loyal to the ones who treat you with love. George’s behavior spoke a different story. “George Fabien Weasley,” she shook her head. “I thought you knew better,” her heart broke for you and it hurt her to know that one of her own boys did that to you. “Your father and I taught you better than that,” she told him with a disapproving look on her face.

It was all she needed to say in order to make George feel more disappointed in himself than ever. He sadly looked to Fred who gave him a sad smile. Losing you was the worst thing he’s ever done. He not only lost you, but he made his parents feel disappointed in him. You meant so much George and he threw that all away for a silly fling that he could never take back. George nervously bit down on his lip before huffing his way up the stairs, needing to be alone with his thoughts for a while.

The Weasley siblings dispersed throughout the Burrow as they all felt the strange shift in the energy of the house. The house was feeling the weight of your absence. When everyone was in the Burrow, the home was full of life. But with you gone, it was like one piece of the puzzle was missing and wouldn’t be found.

As George opened the door to he and Fred’s room, the memories of previous holidays flood George’s mind. The two of you laying on his bed, him on his back, you on your stomach as you comb your fingers through his hair. He would steal kisses from you every now and then and poke at your sides, making you giggle wildly. George would hold you close in his arms and whisper how happy he was that you were with him. You would pepper his face in kisses, telling him how much you adored him in between pecks.

The memory made him smile as he entered the room, the more he walked in, the more memories resurfaces. He thought of the time you two watched the sunset out of his window, or the time you two laid on your back on his floor and reread a muggle book of yours, or the time he told you he loved you for the first time in the middle of the room on Christmas Eve all those years ago.

“You alright, mate?” Fred’s voice interrupts George’s thoughts. Fred gives is brother a sad look. “I know it must be hard this time of year, George,” he puts a hand on his brother’s shoulder. “But you’ll be alright. And so will she.” George shakes his head sadly. “Listen, George, even though what you did was still very wrong, you’re my brother and I love you. I’m here for you.”

George gives his brother a sad smile and shakes his head as if to say thank you. He looks Fred in the eyes and just shakes his head, “I want the best for her, Freddie. I want to be the best for her.” George has tears in his eyes and chokes lightly on his words.

Fred’s heart hurts for his brother. George rarely cried in front of Fred, he usually liked to be alone if he was going to cry. He didn’t like Fred seeing him upset. But this was too much for George to hide. Fred holds his brother’s arms and speaks, “I know, George. I know. But right now, what’s best for her is space. You both need to be away from each other. That’s what’s best for both of you.”

That made George realize that his brother was very right. As much as he hated to believe that you two couldn’t be together, George knew it was true. And he would have to be okay with that.

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tommydarlings · 4 years ago

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Who's loving you? | t.h

A/N: I really enjoyed writing this! It's extra kinda long because I never really done anything to thank you for nearly 400 followers!!! Thank you so much <3 (pls don't let this flop) anyway, enjoy! :) ily, liz <3

pairing: Tom Holland x reader

warnings: swearing, use of the word daddy?

w/c: 2.9k (wtf)

Requests: CLOSED

Summary: You and Tom holland are sworn enimies... aren't you?

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You hated him and he hated you. Easy.

Tom Holland was your enemy. You couldn't stand this man, he was just so unbelievable selfish. He loved himself, and himself only. He always talked about how smart he is and how many girls he already fucked. Yeah I know, so interesting. He was so in love… with himself, it was so annoying already. You had no idea how anyone could love him or even like him in the slightest, it was a mystery to you.

Why he hated you? You had there a few ideas actually… but it wasn't your fault entirely to be honest.

It all started pretty early, and to be completely honest, it's actually pretty childish why you hated each other so much.

Tom was 8 years old while you were 7. You were neighbors and your parents were pretty good friends so they decided to meet each other once. Well, it didn't ended well, it ended with you crying because Tom ripped the head of your favorite puppet off and laughed while you laid crying in the green and slightly wet grass in your backyard. Little bastard, I know.

But of course you gave him something of his own medicine. Just 4 years later you told his school crush that he likes her, and maybe you told her some lies about him like that he is super gross and that he actually likes another girl too and after that, Tom's crush spoke never a word to him ever again. And after he found out that you told her all that bullshit about him, he hated you to death. He could have litterilly killed you that day.

Since that they you were sworn enimies and basically both promised yourself that you would hate each other for the rest of your life's. Well…

The sad thing was that you both were pretty good friends with Harrison Osterfield aka Tom's best mate. And that's the reason why you both got invited to harrisons birthday party in his favorite club in London. Well, it wasn't exactly a birthday party it was kinda a little get together and spend some time again. It was just Tom, Jacob, zendaya, Jake, Harrison and you. You and Tom in one room. Worst combination ever.

Everyone knew that you two hated each other because it was so fucking obvious. But at the same time everyone knew that there is something in the air. For tom and you just pure hate, but for your friends it was love.

As you entered the club in your beautiful but at the same time short red dress, you spot the group immediately. Harrison waved you over to the table where everyone already sat comfortably on their chairs, the only chair that was free was of course next to the one and only Tom holland.

"sit down princess" Tom said with a grin on his stupid face.

"shut up Thomas" you said while you sat down.

"Yo guys, we are here for a few minutes and you already starting a fight? The night is not gonna end well" Jacob said with a tiny laugh.

"Yep, probably we even have to stop you from attacking each other" jake added. Tom and you just both rolled your eyes and began to order some snacks for the night.

"Can you please pass me the salt Tom?"

"You mean daddy, don't you? he answerd.

"What?" you said with confusion all over your face.

"you mean 'can you please pass me the salt daddy', didn't you?"

You just scoffed before you leaned over the desk and grabbed the salt yourself.

"uhhhh" Tom said with a little smirk.

"what now?" you asked slightly annoyed already.

"nice tits darling"

"fuck off holland"

He just laughed while everyone else on the table had a tiny grin on their face.

"you guys are really unbelievable" zendaya said with a tiny smile painted on her face.

"what do you mean?" you asked as you looked at her.

"you are so in love and you can't even see it" she said while she still wore the tiny grin.

You and Tom just looked at each other before you both rolled your eyes and make some puke noises.

"don't be ridiculous, we all know it" Harrison added.

You and Tom shaked your heads but you still tried to glance at him secretly but he caught you red handed. Because he just looked at you too.

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"Where is Tom?" you asked the rest of the group.

"I don't know, I think he went outside or something" Jacob said.

You just shaked your head before you stood up and went into the restroom. When you were finish with your business, you left the restroom and bumped right into someone.

"oh, I'm sorry-"

"Hello babygirl"

"Just fuck off Tom" you answered quickly.

"how about…. No?" he said while he slowly backed you up against the wall. After your back hit the wall, he put both of his hands next to your head, so that you were trapped.

"go away Tom, please" you said with a hint of nervousness in your voice.

"I like that"

"what do you mean?" you answered confused.

"when you beg"

You starred at him with pure shook in your eyes. Your legs slowly started to shake and you kinda started to sweat.

"aw, does my little princess gets nervous? Pretty little thing" he fucking whisperd the last part right in your ear.

"I hate you" you spat.

"dont worry doll, I hate you too" he said before he stepped away from the wall and took one last look at you from the top to the bottom before he left.

"What the actual fuck" you whispered to yourself.

Tom made you weak.

---

The rest of the night went pretty good until you had to ruin it all,

"I'm gonna go get some drinks"

"yeah, please bring them, I need them when I have to spend the rest of the night by your side" Tom answerd annoyingly.

"can you shut the fuck up for one second Tom?"

"can you finally suck my dick?" he said with a wide grin.

"fuck off Thomas"

"you didn't said no darling" he yelled after you as you walked away from him. Sadly was the rest of your group the other ones currently outside doing God knows what so it was only you and your sworn enemy in there.

As you stood at the bar waiting for the drinks you felt someone lightly grabbing your ass, at first you though that you just imagined it but after the second time you knew that that is not your imagination.

"hey babygirl" a unfamiliar male voice spoke into your right ear quietly.

"go away" you said annoyingly.

"c'mon, I know that you want it too princess"

"Don't fucking call me that you little asshole" you spat angrily.

Suddenly he grabbed your wrist and turned you around so that you were face to face with him. He looked like he was in his 40's, 50's maybe? Definitely much to old and disgusting for you.

"And you better shut that pretty little mouth of yours doll" he spat back at you angrily.

Suddenly he pulled on your wrist and lead you to a little bedroom in the corner of the club. You know, where people get in to have their fun.

"Let go of me!" you yelled but he didn't reacted, he just threw you on the bed and started to open your dress.

"NO PLEASE NO" you yelled even louder but he didn't cared at all.

Out of nowhere, the man got pushed off of you an someone started to punch him. While you put your dress back on and tried to calm yourself down, the man that just saved you came up from the floor and you couldn't believed who just saved you.

"T-tom?" you said quietly, unsure if he really just saved you from getting raped or if you are dreaming or just wish that it would be like that.

"Are you okay y/n?" he asked as he slowly walked to you.

"Y-yeah, t-thank you t-tom" you said quietly while new tears started to build up in your eyes.

Keep it the fuck together y/n.

"it's okay now y/n, come here" he said as he opened his arms. At first you just starred at him and kinda asked yourself in your head if that's really happening right now or if you dream again.

But as he slightly smiled and nodded his head towards his arms as an invitation, you slowly made your way into his strong arms. But then you started to sob even harder.

"Sshh, it's fine now darling, I got you, okay?" you just slightly nodded with your head before Tom spoke up again,

"Do you want me to drive you home?" you just wanted to agree when you remembered that zendaya got the key for the house you both share and you really didn't wanted to search for here in the club right now, so you asked something you thought that you would never asked,

"Can I come with you?" your voice was literally trembling while you asked him that. He slowly loosened his right grip on you and looked down at you,

"yeah, of course" he said with a kind smile on his face.

"t-thank you" you answered before you both made your way to his car that was parked outside the nasty club.

Tom opened the door for you and you thanked him before the two of you climbed into the car. While you both drove to his house he gently laid his hand on your tight and you jumped up for a quick second.

"Is that okay?" Tom asked quietly.

"Y-yeah" you answered.

"o-okay" he said before started to stroke your leg with his thumb slowly.

---

"you want something to drink? Or eat?" he asked you while you sat comfortably on his couch. "No thanks" he nodded with his head lightly before he made his way over to you on the couch.

"Um t-thank you again Tom, really, you basically saved my life so yeah" you said

"No problem, I already saw him touching you at the bar and I was about to get up and punch this guy but when I saw him dragging you into this 'sex' room, when I can call it that, then I lost it completely"

"why?" you asked quitely out of nowhere.

"what do you mean?"

"why did you save me when you hate me Thomas?"

"because I care about you and by the way, i-I don't hate you y/n, yeah there were maybe some times where I wanted to kill you but I never hated you, I swear"

You couldn't believe it. Did he really just said? Did Tom Holland just said that?!

"r-really?" you asked nervously.

"yes y/n, really"

You were speechless. You were honestly shooked.

"i-wow-i don't k-know what to say, I'm actually really s-speechless right-"

You couldn't even finish before you felt his lips on yours. He just kissed you softly and gently to not push it or anything. He slowly grabbed your hips and put you on his lap. You both separated for a second and just looked into each other's eyes. Tom just wanted to say something but you put your finger over his lips and said,

"Sshh, please don't ruin it now tommy, please"

That's the first time you called him that name and he already loved it so much. He slightly nodded with his head and a tiny smile on his face before he leanded in and started to kiss you gently again.

After a few seconds of gently kissing each other, he puts one of his hands on your cheek and the other one on your hip and depended the kiss. He slowly started to kiss down your neck but you stopped him after a few seconds.

"sorry" he whisperd before he turned his head awys from so he doesn't have to look you in the eyes.

"hey" you whisperd quietly and put both of your hands on his cheeks and turned his head in your direction so you looked each other right in the eyes.

"I r-really like you y/n" he said quietly while he looked at your lips before he looked in your eyes again.

"B-but why, we always hated each other"

"Like I already told you y/n, I don't hate you and I never did, d-did you e-ever hated m-me?"

You knew the answer immediately. But you kinda didn't wanted to admit it.

"I-I don't hate you Tom, and I never did" you said slowly before you started to lean in again but before your lips touched, you spoke up again,

"I really like you too tommy"

"God, I love this name" he said with a tiny laugh.

"I think i'm falling for you" you said.

"I know that you are falling for me, I mean, who wouldn't?" he said in a funny way.

You lightly slapped his chest before you said,

"But your still a jerk"

"But I'm your jerk" he said with a grin.

"yes that's true, my jerk"

You both just looked into each other's eyes and enjoyed the moment before Tom spoke up,

"Do you wanna stay?" he asked nervously.

"Like, sleep here?" you said.

Tom nodded with his head slightly before he said,

"You don't have to I just thought that-"

"I would love to Tommy" you said in between.

With a wide and happy smile Tom nodded with his head again and picked you up.

"What are doing?" you said with a tiny laugh as you looked at him curiously.

"I'm gonna bring you into our bedroom"

"Our bedroom?" you answered.

"Well, for the night it's ours, okay darling?"

"okay Tommy"

And after you said that, he ran upstairs with you in his arms and threw you onto the bed gently. He came on top of you immediately. You both just laughed for a while before you spoke up,

"do you have something I could wear?" you asked quitely.

"yeah, I can give you a t-shirt of mine" he answered.

You nodded with your before he stood up and went to his closet. After a few seconds of searching a t-shirt that could maybe even fit you, he found the perfect one.

A white oversize t-shirt.

You thanked him before you went into the bathroom and changed into Tom's t-shirt while Tom changed in the bedroom. As you came out of the bathroom you saw Tom sitting on the edge of the bed just in his Calvin klein boxers.

Fuck, he looks so good.

You slowly made your way over to him and as you were nearly right infront of him, he stood up and hovered over you with the most serious gaze that you ever saw on Tom. He looked down at you, right into your eyes before he said,

"You look gorgeous baby"

"you too tommy"

He slowly nodded with his head towards the bed and you both climbed into it lazily. You sat down on Tom's lap again. "I promise that I won't hurt you and I promise that I will forever protect you, no matter what alright?" he told you quietly with the prettiest smile ever.

"thanks you tommy" you said before you leaned in again and started to slowly make out.

---

As Tom woke up, he though he would be dreaming, but then he remembered that it was all real. But what made him doubt was that the place next to him on the comfortable bed was empty.

Where is she?

Suddenly he heard noises coming from the kitchen. He just threw on some grey sweatpants before he made his way downstairs.

He couldn't belive his eyes when he saw you in his oversize shirt making breakfast. Slowly he made his way over to you and hugged you from behind while he rested his chin on your shoulder gently.

"Good morning darling" Tom said

"Mmm, morning tommy" you answered.

"Are you making breakfast for the two of us?" he asked with a tiny smirk.

You nodded with your head before the radio in the background played a beautiful song.

Who's loving you from Michael Jackson.

You suddenly gasped and said,

"Oh my God, I love this song!"

You put the breakfast on the plates and put the drinks on the table. But before you could sit down and eat, Tom took your hand and turned you towards him.

"Dance with me darling" he said quietly.

"o-okay" he put his hands on your waist while you threw your arms around his neck.

"Who's loving youuuuu" Tom sand quitely in your ear.

Suddenly he picked you up and put you on the counter.

"Who's loving you" you sang now.

Before Tom could stop himself he said,

"I love you"

"what?" you didn't heard properly, right?

"I love you y/n, I really do"

You just starred at him before you said,

"I love you too"

You started to give soft little pecks while the radio was still playing in the backround.

"Who's loving youuuuu" you both sang at the end of the song.

"I do" you and Tom said at the same time. You just looked him in the eyes and knew deep down,

that's my one, that's the man that I love.

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maybebanks · 4 years ago

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Where Did You Get That?

JJ Maybank x reader , rafe x platonic reader

pretty long - ur in for angst, fluff, and more!

⚠️:light sexual assault

“Rafe? I really don’t think we should be here,” you told him, reaching out to hold his hand.

“Relax, Y/n, we’ll be in and out fast. And I’m doing all the talking,” Rafe ensures.

He held your hand without intertwining your fingers, it wasn’t necessarily a gesture of affection, you just wanted him close in this environment.

You looked at the overgrown grass surrounding the populated shack-like home. There was a trailer to the left of it. Just low class homes you were not very used to seeing on the Eight.

You’d like to consider yourself half a pogue. But the fact that this was a drug dealer’s home gave you the heebejeebies.

When you arrived at the door, Rafe entered first. At the same time an older man walked out.

“You should pop that collar, bro,” said the husky man. He then turned to you, eying you up and down hungerly. You gulped visibly, making him smirk.

Rafe pulled you inside, there were couches with people you didn’t recognize either popping pills or drinking cheap beer.

Your nose scrunched at the unpleasant scent filling your nose.

Rafe looked around, nodding at a few people, leading you to a back room.

“Hey Barry, what’s up my man?”

“What’s good, country club!” Barry responded loudly.

“Shoulda worn my wife beater,” Rafe told Barry.

Barry chuckled, “you couldn’t beat nobody, Rafe,” he paused, and moved to look around Rafe, you were standing behind him, trying to be as small as possible.

“Who’s this?” He smiled, locking eyes with you. You tried to look away, but you didn’t want to be rude.

“Oh her? No one,” Rafe said bluntly.

“What’s your name, babydoll?” Barry asked you.

Before you could answer, Rafe begin talking.

“Just leave her alone. You got something for me right?” Rafe said.

“C’mon,” Barry said gesturing for you both to follow him farther, you walked closely behind Rafe. Everyone judging you as you walked past.

“A’ight, a’ight, a’ight. Let’s see what we got here,” Barry added. Reaching his bedroom and pulling out a duffel bag.

You involuntarily took in a deep breath. You grabbed the side of Rafe’s shirt, trying to tell him with your eyes that you were uncomfortable and wanted to leave.

“Shut up,” Rafe shrugged you off, causing you to fold your arms and retreat back.

“We got a problem or somethin’?” Barry looked at you with an eyebrow raised.

“Um..no-“ you answered.

“She’s fine, just ignore her,” Rafe tried.

“Nah..I can’t ignore a beauty like that. Get outta here and let the big boys talk, huh?” Barry said to you, jerking his head outwards.

You looked at Rafe for approval, “just wait right outside okay? You’ll only be alone for like 5 seconds,” he assured.

You looked down, feeling the nerves, “you don’t wanna be alone? I got someone for ya...Luke! Come here and keep this girl company!” Barry shouts, nearly making you flinch.

Rafe attempted to speak for you again, “Nah man, she’s okay-“

“It’s my place, bro, my rules,” Barry responded, shutting Rafe down.

You slowly walked out the door and down the hallway, running into an older man with nearly grey hair, his breath smelled like alcohol and he had a long chain around his neck with blue keys.

“Excuse me,” you said, trying to pass him.

“Come on with me, darlin’,” he ordered. He must be Luke. The one Barry was calling.

You followed him out to the couches, you didn’t want to deny him or else he might try something, so when he sat down, manspreading, you carefully followed.

“You look familiar! Have I seen you ‘round before?” Luke asks you, moving closer as he talks.

“I don’t..I don’t think so,” you answered softly.

Suddenly, he placed a calloused hand on your thigh, “you shouldn’t be in a place like this. But now that you are, I think it’s best we make it worth it,” he whispered.

“Um..” you immediately stood up, his hand falling from its position, “sorry! I just...I need to go...”

He stood up too, his key necklace jingling.

“You think you’re too good for me? What? Huh?” He shouted defensively, scaring you.

“No Sir...” you whimpered, too frozen to step away.

Saved just in time, you saw Rafe’s orange polo in the corner of your eye.

He grabbed your wrist and pulled you towards him, he caught you off guard so you stumbled into his chest.

“Let’s go, Y/n,” Rafe said shortly, holding a bag of coke in his hand.

You frowned, and bit your lip as you followed him out.

—

Like you said before, half a pogue.

Currently, you were sitting in a hammock with Kie. Who was droning on about how both of you need to start a club at kook academy next year.

John B was on an upside down garbage can fumbling with his dads compass. And JJ was trying to teach Pope how to hackey-sack.

“Pope no! You just need to have and eye-foot connection...”

“Do you mean coordination?”

“Yeah that,” JJ rolled his eyes. Making you laugh. It was the first time you laughed today. Maybe it was because after that man at Barry’s you were on edge.

“JJ...I have a question for you,” you began.

“Why not me? I’m better at answering questions,” Pope asked.

“Shut up Pope. She doesn’t need google, she needs JJ-google...wait...” JJ was trying to finish his insult, but then he couldn’t decide. Causing Pope to throw an empty plastic waterbottle in his face.

“Pope, really?” Kie scolded.

“What he was being an idiot,” Pope shrugged.

“Not that...the fact that it’s plastic!” Kie exclaimed, they went on bantering and JJ approached you. He sat down carefully in the hammock you were in, careful not to flip you out of it.

“What’s up?” He asks. Brushing some hair off his forehead.

“I just wanted to know how to take the edge off...you know like..rhetorically...if I was on edge,” you explained.

“Uh...well I mean drugs work for me,” JJ blurted, you stiffened, remembering what drugs indirectly put you through today.

JJ noticed you tense, so he responded, “not like drugs drugs...just like a blunt or two. Never take pills...I know I never will,”

“I know. I was thinking more like...surfing or something. Would you go with me?” You asked, pulling your legs into your chest.

JJ’s hand involuntarily touched his rib, remembering a bruise he got from pissing off his Dad. He hasn’t been able to have proper range of motion the whole day.

“Uhh I’m not really feeling up to it today, sorry Y/n,” he denies.

You look at his gesture, and concerned, you gently grab his shirt and lift it up to see his torso, a soft purple and blue bruise decorated there.

“Geez...” you sighed.

He didn’t want you to know. He barely ever mentioned his dad to you, so he let you assume differently.

“If you keep getting into these fights with kooks I’m going to have to confine you to The Cut,” you ordered.

“But then I won’t be able to see you? That’s the only reason I’m even on The Eight,” JJ noted.

He moved closer as if to tease you. And that’s when a wave of discomfort passed through you. It was just JJ, but that didn’t change it. You clenched your fist and looked away from him. Trying to ignore your uneven breathing.

JJ pulled back, starting to stand and lean against the tree, “What’s got you on edge, someone I need to take care of?”

“No...no. I said it was rhetorical!” You argued.

“Yeah but your super fidgety. Something happened today didn’t it?” JJ looked at you, his manner no longer joking.

You didn’t answer, just looked at Kie and the rest of the group. Finally winding down.

John B said, “So...you guys all understand the plan for tomorrow? Pope?”

Pope nodded, “yup my dads letting me use his boat,”

“I’m gonna get the Hms pogue. JJ you think you could get the Phantom?” John B asked.

John B was organizing a group boating thing. You didn’t really know much about boats so you didn’t really understand.

JJ nodded, “got the keys from my dad,” he answered. Now happily lounging in the hammock.

You were sharing it with him, his legs at your side and yours at his.

He nudged you, smirking and making a few jokes.

You kept a straight face. And he took this as a challenge.

“Don’t smile! Don’t smile!” He demanded.

“Don’t try to work your reverse physiology on me, mr,” you said, fighting the urge to mirror his cheery nature.

He continued and your lips curled up into a smile, to which he cheered. “yes!! I win!”

“Yeah... maybe you won this one but...” you trailed off, your eyes staring at his chest. You could practically feel the fear running through your veins when you saw what was around his neck.

“She loss for words!” JJ joked, telling the rest of the group he could make you happy even though you were very down.

“JJ...” you breathed, staring at the chain around his neck, it was long and had a blue key at the end.

“What?” He asked dumbfoundedly, maybe thinking you were worried about his bruise again.

Your eyes remained locked on the key as flashbacks went through your mind.

The man you saw today wearing it. What that man did to you.

“JJ...what...how do you have that?” You studdered, using your eyes to point to it.

JJ looked down at his chest and fondled the key in his hand, “this?” JJ asked.

You didn’t want to think, if you thought you would find a connection between JJ and that man Luke.

You decided to get up, maybe retreat to inside the Chateau.

“These are the keys to the Phantom...are you okay?” JJ asked, seeing you flustered.

“Uh I’m gonna head out...I just forgot I have to go meet Rafe somewhere,” you came up with an excuse.

“Uh hold up! You’re not getting away from me that easy,” JJ smirked pulling your waist into him.

You lost balance and fell into JJ’s chest. Your head was near his shoulder, and you looked up at him with frustration.

“Augh!” He grunted, “should’ve thought that through,” he said, you landed right on his bruise.

“Yeah...can um you let me go. Please?” You remembered you were still freaked out on why he had that key.

“Fine. But tell Rafe he can go fuck himself,” JJ shrugged.

After what he put you through today, gladly.

—

You felt surprisingly guilty for lying to the pogues. But that coupled with the nerves and discomfort you were feeling was nothing.

When you entered your house you went straight you your room. Collapsing on your bed.

—

“Wait why did she leave?” John B asked.

“What did you do to her, JJ?” Kie accused.

JJ didn’t know the answer to that either, “Nothing! I don’t know! She just freaked when she saw this,” JJ grabbed the key around his neck and held it up for the pogues.

“Why? It’s just a key. You think she’s seen it before?” Kie suggests, taking a hold of it and inspecting it.

JJ frowned, “the only way she would’ve seen it before is if...uh if she’s seen it on my dad. No...theres no way,” JJ doubted, but really he was just hoping.

“It’s possible...she had a negative connotation...” Pope trailed off. Watching JJ pace back and forth.

“Fuck...” JJ sighed, “you really think she...oh my god,”

“It’s okay JJ, you don’t need to protect her all the time-“ John B tried.

“From my dad I thought I could! She’s gonna hate me!”

“JJ, calm down. Y/n adores you,”

“You didn’t see her face, man! She was scared...and they way she looked at me...” JJ didn’t finish his sentence, he just grabbed his bag and headed to leave.

“Where are you going?!” John B called after JJ.

“I’m gonna go see her!” JJ answered, hopping into the van.

“Wait! Hey! What if she doesn’t want to see you!?” Pope called, but JJ wasn’t going to let anyone talk him out of it. He had to see you.

—

You heard a knock at your door. To which you ignored.

“Come on y/n I know you’re in there,” you heard a male voice muffled through the door.

You pulled a pillow over your head. Mumbling, “go away,”

“I just want to talk,” the voice began, you couldn’t quite hear him, so you accepted, opening the door slowly for him.

It was Rafe, his eyes were glossy and he was sniffing rapidly. He wasn’t about to cry infront of you, he just had been in a bad place.

“About what? I have nothing to say to you,” you said, adjusting the straps on your tank top nervously.

“Really? Me neither,”

“Then why did you come here,” you spit, anger only growing.

“Are you seriously mad at me?” Rafe accuses.

“Yes! Your coke addiction is ruining your life! And now mine,” you told him, frustrated.

“Don’t be so dramatic Y/n! You offered to come!” Rafe argued.

“Only because I was scared to say no!” You defended.

“Bullshit. I don’t even understand why your mad, it was barely a 10 minute trip!” he shouted.

“A lot can fucking happen in 10 minutes,” you blurted, your eyes starting to water.

He took notice and his expression fell, to which you responded, “fuck,”

“What are you talking about? What happened? Something when you were alone?” Rafe pressed, stepping closer.

“Look, just back off, okay? I don’t need..I don’t need this,”

“Tell me,” he demanded.

“No,” you answered.

He scoffed, “whatever Y/n. Maybe I could fucking help you-“

“Help me? Since when would you ever consider that?! You took me there Rafe! God I can’t even tell you what you did wrong because your so blinded by the drugs!”

“I’m not gonna quit coke...not for you, not for anyone,”

You felt a tear spill out, you couldn’t help but care about your oldest family friend, “Fuck. You.”

“Maybe you should!” He challenged, grabbing you shoulders. You emotions flipped like a switch. From mad to frightened.

He pushed you into your bed, you quickly sat upright.

“What the hell?” You asked softly.

He leaned closer, his hands on your legs and leaning over you, “coke makes me better baby...I feel better,”

You tried your best to shove him off and get up, but your arms were weaker.

He smiled, then got up, chuckling, “call me when your ready to talk,”

He gave you one last look before leaving your bedroom, closing the door behind him.

When he left, you started hyperventilating, gasping for air at the thought of what Rafe could have done, what Luke had done. How violated you felt. We’re you just a toy to everyone?

—

JJ stood outside her house, he was waiting near the bench on the side for about ten minutes. Trying to figure out what you already knew, and what to say.

You knew his dad, you met him. And he hurt you.

JJ’s head fell in his hands, he sighed. Wishing he could have chosen better parents.

Instantly, your front door creaked open and quickly slammed. JJ his behind the bench and watched Rafe Cameron walk out of your house.

His kook buddies pulled up in a black Jeep, shouting profanities at him.

“YO! You fuck her yet!!” They screamed. Clapping.

“Nah! Shut up bro! She’s right inside! She’s just a friend tho,” Rafe answered, hopping in the backseat.

“Yeah but we see that boner, you wanna pound her-“

“Kelce chill man, don’t talk about women like that,” Topper tried.

“Toppers becoming a feminist,”

“Just treat her right.”

“Yeah man she’s a bitch though, mad at me about something that happened today. Blaming ME! Like yo...it’s not my fault you’re hot!” Rafe added.

JJ didn’t hear anything after that. They drove away.

When they were out of sight, JJ opened your door and entered your house. You told him he was always welcome, so he decided to take you up on that.

He shifted nervously before knocking on your door. A gentle knock, unlike Rafe’s.

He heard you inside, you took a minute to open the door, expecting Rafe.

When you opened it, JJ could tell you were stressed, your eyes were slightly red from crying and your cheeks flushed.

“JJ? What...I- now isn’t a good time,” she said, still keeping him outside her room.

“I’m really sorry Y/n. I just want you to know that. Okay?” JJ blurted. He wasn’t the best at apologies.

“For what?” Deep down you knew why.

JJ brought his hands to his chest, where the key had been last time you saw him, “those keys...belong to my Dad. I never wanted you to meet him. That’s why I lied,” he admitted.

You opened the door a little wider, “JJ I’m fine,” you mustered.

“He’s on drugs, and uh...we don’t get along...that’s why I stay at John B’s so much. Look, just know you don’t have to talk about it. But it will help you forget,” JJ continued.

You almost cried, but you held it in for a moment longer, “JJ? Do you know?” You said each word slowly.

“I just assumed you met him. How you reacted when you saw his keys,” JJ answered.

You looked down at your hands, they were shaking.

“It’s not a big deal...” you tried to lie to yourself.

JJ looked at you, his heart dropped, he so badly wanted to know what his father did to you so he could help, JJ grabbed your hands and held them in his, “please know I’m not like him. I’ll never hurt you. Never ever.”

“JJ you shouldn’t have to know, you should just go,” she whispered. Almost pulling her hands away from JJ’s warm touch.

“No. I’m not going to leave you. I’ll be here for you to talk to me okay? Tell me why he did,” JJ’s jaw clenched at the thought.

You gasped one last time before you collapsed, you hand going over your mouth as your eyes quickly blurred with tears.

JJ’s eyes softened and he reached out to pull you in, you cried into his chest, feeling the rhythm of his heartbeat.

“I can’t go back,” you mumbled, gripping a portion of his shirt into a fist.

His hands moved up and down your back. As he muttered sweet nothings to calm you down.

“Don’t stay...don’t stay...” you cried, he shouldn’t have to see you as the mess you were.

“What did he do?, princess,” JJ asked, when you first met, he called you that because you were a kook. He meant it with as much love as he could.

You sniffled, then looked up at JJ, the blue in his eyes hard to see because his pupils were so dialated, “he mad a pass at me,” you whispered, I guess that sounds not as bad as it feels, but JJ knows it affected you.

His, high aggressive Dad, hits on a young girl like Y/n, what might she think of him?

“I’m not like that? Please know that,” JJ’s voice cracked. Your hand wrapped around his torso, pulling him closer.

“I know JJ.”

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Anchor - Part 7

Five Hargreeves x Reader

Masterlist with the other parts

See part one for important notes

A/N: First of all, thanks for 730 followers, you guys are the sweetest ♥

So here, new part yay. I think the beginning is kinda shitty, because I was in lack of ideas, but I guess the rest is good enough. If you wanna be added to the tag list, let me know. ♥

"Do we really need to keep him tied up?" Y/N asked as she looked at Elliott, who was tied up to one of his chairs.

"Yes" Five simply responded as he intently watched the footage that Elliott developed, it was just a video from an old couple, Y/N couldn't really tell why it was so important. The room was dark, the only light illuminating them being from the projector.

Y/N sighed "I'm sorry Elliott" she mumbled to the man. "Humm, that color suits him" she said, bracing herself on the back of Lila's chair and looking down at the woman painting Elliott's nails.

"Yup" Lila smiled.

As the footage went on, the people on it said the date. November 22, 1963. And that was six days from their current date. After Y/N heard that, she started to pay attention to the film. Not long after, shots could be heard from the film, apparently, the president was being murdered. And as Five turned back the film and stopped it, much to their surprise, Five and Diego recognized their father. The man was just standing there, with his black umbrella on a sunny day.

Y/N tensed a little upon seeing his image on the projector. So he was here then. She only knew him from what Klaus had told her, but he didn't seem like a good person at all, not to his kids at least.

Five started to pace around the room, nervously scratching his head. He and Diego started to discuss about their father, if he was or was not involved in the assassination of the president. And seeing as they didn't have much involvement in all of it, Y/N and Lila stayed out of the conversation.

"Are you from the weird family too?" Lila asked the girl.

"No, I'm just a friend... That got involved in all of it" Y/N smiled at her.

_________

After a couple of minutes, Five and Diego made their way to leave the room. Seeing that, Y/N quickly made her way to them.

"It's okay to leave him like this?" Diego asked as they walked, referring to Elliott.

"Yeah, he's fine. What about the girl?" Five asked back, his hands on his pockets.

Diego looked back as Y/N reached them, and when he didn't see Lila, he went to find her. Leaving Y/N and Five alone to wait for him.

"Hey, where are you two going?" The girl asked.

Five let out a sigh, he moved from feet to feet, his eyes not looking at Y/N. He didn't feel much comfortable around her anymore, because he felt like he shouldn't be around her at all. "Pay a visit to dad, try to at least"

"Okay then, I'm coming with" Y/N happily said.

This made Five look at her. Why must she confuse me like this? Does she think she has to help? Five thought to himself. After last night, he presumed she wouldn't want anything to do with him anymore. He presumed that all he was to her now was... A killer. And the fact that she wasn't totally wrong made him sad, this was one of the few things he knew after all. "No. You don't have to"

"But I want to, Five. I wanna help" Y/N said as a matter of fact, as she looked at him.

Maybe if Five wasn't so insecure, he would have known that nothing had changed. That her opinion on him didn't change just because he confirmed he was an assassin. But his mind was clouded. And now the only thing he could think about is that she was being like this out of obligation. That it wasn't real, because now she was probably scared of him. And it hurt him because he wanted it to be real.

Five gulped and opened his mouth to answer, but Diego arrived and suddenly the boy had nothing more to say. And so the three made their way to Reginald's Company.

_________

It didn't take long for them to arrive, the company was a huge white building. But it looked empty, abandoned even. It was already dark outside, the only sounds being from the crickets and the rustling leaves. The only lights being from the weak light poles of the empty street. So hopefully they were the only ones there.

Five, Y/N and Diego exited the car, making their way to the front doors. The place had grass around the front with a stone path leading to the entrance.

"D.S. Umbrella, this is it" Diego said as he looked at the building.

Noticing that Five had stopped walking, Y/N looked back at him. The boy had his hands on his pockets, but he looked nervous.

"You alright?" The girl asked with a gentle voice.

"Yeah, fine... Just..." Five answered, his tone made it seem like he didn't really pay attention to her question. But he started walking again.

"How long has it been since you've seen the old man, Five?" Diego asked as he crouched down in front of the door, trying to unlock it.

Five glanced at Y/N for a second before he leaned beside the door and answered Diego's question. "Forty-five years".

"Wow" Y/N's voice was barely audible, but Five heard it. The girl furrowed her brows, thinking about the new information. She knew Five had been lost for some time, but she had no idea it had been that long.

Noticing the tension between his brother and Y/N, Diego broke the silence. "So Y/N, how long have you been here?"

Y/N blinked at his question, bringing her focus back to them. "Um- three months"

"You were here longer than me" Diego mumbled to himself, stopping his work at the door for a moment and turning towards Y/N. "Did you hold up alright?"

"Yeah, for the most part" Y/N sighed, fidgeting with her hands. "I found work at a pet shop, kept me distracted"

Diego gave her a kind smile "good"

"Five told me about you" Y/N chuckled a little. "If you were out for a little longer, maybe we would have found each other"

Diego laughed as well "yeah it would have been nice to have a friendly face around" and with a small smile, he turned his attention back to the door.

Five watched their interaction silently. It wasn't often he saw Diego being so... Gentle? Y/N seemed to have such an easy way when interacting with people, even with his siblings. He found himself wishing he could talk with them that easily as well. And with her. Lowering his head, Five pursed his lips and looked inside the building. Teleporting in, he easily unlocked the door.

"Right" Diego scoffed. "Gotta remember that"

"Are we just gonna break in like that?" Y/N asked as the brothers made their way inside. She took slow steps behind them, looking around.

"Of course" Diego looked over his shoulder at her with a smile on his face.

Five turned on one of the table lamps, but not a second after, it was off again. The three of them furrowed their brows, that was odd. Y/N patted one of the armchairs and her hand came out full of dust. Abandoned indeed.

"Guess dad wasn't much of a home decor" Diego wondered. That was an understatement.

"Feels more like a front" Five's voice was serious as he analyzed the place.

"For what?" Y/N asked, walking closer to the brothers.

"I don't know"

Diego looked between them. "Well, I'll take the left. You two go right. Yell if you uh... Get in trouble" and so he made his way to the left door.

Five let out a sigh. He held the right door open and took a quick glance up towards Y/N. "Let's go"

Walking in, Y/N saw herself in a gray corridor full of doors on both sides. Five was walking close behind her, in case something were to happen.

Y/N tried to open one of the doors, but it was locked. But Five was luckier with his try. Turning on the lamp inside the room, they could see what was supposed to be a living room. But instead of real people, there were mannequins sitting on the couch. It all seemed like it hadn't been touched for a long time.

"What is all this? It's all... Fake" Y/N said as she braced herself on the threshold. She couldn't deny she was nervous, the whole place felt... Sinister in a way.

Five was standing right beside her, their shoulders almost touching. And he was doing his best to keep focused and not let the tension take over his body because now was not the time. "I don't know"

Eventually, they found more rooms, and all of them seemed to be staged to look like rooms from a normal house. They were all decorated with mannequins in places where people should be. Some of the rooms even had cameras on it. A literal stage, Y/N thought.

Right now Five and Y/N were inside of what was supposed to be a dining room, the place was full of dust. Long forgotten.

"Your father is a strange man Five. What is he doing here? Why are the rooms like this?" The girl said as she took some steps backward, looking at all the fake decorations.

Not looking where she was going to, Y/N eventually bumped into Five. She quickly turned around to look at him, an apology already on the way. But when she turned, she wasn't expecting him to be so close. Their noses brushed ever so slightly with her movement, a blush coming up to both of their faces not a second after.

Y/N quickly took a step back and blinked a couple of times, trying to focus her mind, her mouth opened and closed a few times in search of words. But Five beat her to it, barely.

"W-why don't you just go and check another room instead of bothering me with all these questions?" The boy hissed, his voice way harsher than he intended to. It was the tension speaking, the sudden closeness made him panic.

Y/N gulped and looked down, taken aback by his rudeness. "Sure" she muttered and made her way outside.

Once she was nowhere to be seen, Five let out a long sigh and ran his hands through his hair. "Shit"

Y/N entered an office, or what was supposed to be one at least. The desk was full of dust, which she blew away and sneezed in the process.

Rummaging through all the papers that were there, she found something about an invitation to a gala at the Mexican Consulate. Running her fingers through the neat typography Y/N figured that this might have some value, so she put the paper in her pocket.

Not long after, she heard a loud noise of glass shattering and then Five calling out for Diego. Y/N quickly made her way back to where the boy was, scared he might have been hurt or something.

Pushing the door open, Y/N saw the shattered window and Five sitting on the ground, with a hand on his neck.

"Jesus Five, I leave you alone for one goddamn minute..." the girl walked to Five and crouched down beside him. The boy let out a small grunt of pain, Y/N carefully removed his hand from his neck and saw four scratches. They weren't so deep, thankfully. "What the hell happened?"

Five averted his eyes from her. The touch of her hand on his made him feel uneasy. "It was Pogo"

"Pogo? The chimpanzee?" Y/N asked with a confused expression.

"Yeah" Five sighed. He felt kinda stupid for thinking that Pogo would have any other reaction. After all, he didn't know Five, not yet.

They both looked around the building for Diego but they couldn't find him anywhere. Eventually, Five said they should head back to Elliott's place, Diego would probably find his own way back anyway.

When they exited the building, Y/N's skin was hit with the cold air of the night, making her shiver a little. But nonetheless, she stopped to look up at the sky before entering the car. A small smile tugging at her lips. The sky was mostly free of clouds and due to the poor illumination of the street, most stars were visible. It was beautiful.

Five opened the driver's seat door, but when he saw that Y/N hadn't followed, he looked back to where they came from. He furrowed his brows when he saw her just standing there, looking up. "What are you doing?"

"The stars... They are still the same..." The girl finally looked down at him, and slowly walked in his direction. Her voice, her eyes, she looked so... Serene. Five tightened his grip on the car door.

"Still the same from our timeline. I used to look at the sky almost every night on the first nights that I spent here. It was... Comforting, in a way" Y/N confessed to him in the calmest voice he had ever heard. Five even felt the tension leave his own shoulders, just slightly.

Upon entering the car again, Y/N started to search in the glove compartment for something to clean up Five's scratches. She found a clean cloth and damped it with the water from the water bottle they had in there. Then she turned to Five, who was already sitting in the driver's seat.

"Turn around" Y/N said to him, holding the cloth in her hand.

Five looked at her, then down at her hand. "That's not necessary" His voice was serious.

"You have no idea where his hands were, I doubt you want an infection in there, so we have to at least clean it. Turn around" Y/N said more sternly, demanding even.

Five clenched his teeth and pursed his lips, suddenly feeling his palms start to sweat, and his heartbeat starts to quicken. But he complied and turned around to Y/N's direction.

Y/N gently brought the wet cloth to his neck, making Five hiss a little when it made contact with the open wounds. He refused to look at her, looking anywhere but at her direction. And Y/N didn't fail to notice that, or his tension, or his behavior for the entire day. The girl let out a soft sigh.

"Five" she whispered to him and lowered her hand from his neck, trying to sound as gentle as possible, her eyes looking at him with an unreadable expression. Sometimes he really looked like a wild cat. "Can you look at me?"

Five made an annoyed face but finally looked up at her. He was more nervous than annoyed, to be honest. He was feeling so much, why did she have to make him feel so much? Feelings that he didn't even understand completely. He wanted them to just go away, but at the same time... He didn't.

"You've been... Different since this morning. Did something happen? Did I do something to upset you? If I did, I-I'm sorry" Y/N said as she looked deep into his bright eyes. Intensely searching his face for some kind of clue to what he was thinking, he was hard to read.

Five just looked at her for a couple of seconds. He looked at the way her brows were furrowed just slightly in concern. At how her mouth was just a tad open, ready to say her next words. And at how her eyes looked at him with such... Care. Has someone ever looked at him like that? He couldn't remember. It all felt so real. Could it be? Oh, he wanted it, so much.

But then a thought came to Five's mind. Even if it was, there was no way that he deserved someone like her, not after everything he's done. That reality hit him like a bullet in the chest, and a shaky breath escaped him, making his lip quiver. Y/N probably noticed, and Five kicked himself mentally yet again. But before she could say anything, he did.

"No. But this is not your problem to fix"

"But I want to, Five. I'm stuck here just as much as you are" Y/N said incredulously. "I don't care what you did in the past, I'm your friend now, I wanna help you Five. I wanna help you fix all of this, but you have to let me" she said with as much conviction as she could muster, trying to finally make him understand that they were a team now.

Five gulped when he heard her words, he averted his gaze and looked forward. His hands gripping the steering wheel tightly. Does that mean that she doesn't mind that I was an assassin then? Five couldn't know for sure, but he really hoped that was it.

"Why do you care so much?" Five's voice was incredibly small as he asked that. His gaze was no longer so serious, he looked genuinely curious, lost.

Y/N slightly shook her head at his question. Has no one ever showed him a slight bit of kindness, for him to be like this? Five looked like he honestly had no idea that someone outside of his family could care about him. And it made Y/N sad to think of what he had probably been through to be like this, what kind of things he had missed. "Because I like you guys. We're together in this now"

"Alright then" Five said to her in a low tone, not trusting his voice to speak any louder.

Y/N let out a huff of breath and looked forward as well. Five was definitely a hard person to crack, but she was almost sure this harsh exterior was just a facade. More times than one now, she sometimes would catch a glimpse of the real him. That look in his eyes that sometimes escaped him. Lost and sad, almost begging for help. And she was more than willing to help, if only he'd let her. But if he wasn't going to let her in now, Y/N wanted to make sure to let him know that she was there. She would be there if he ever needs someone.

As none of them said anything else, Five turned on the car engine and drove them back to Elliott's.

The way back was spent in silence, both Y/N and Five lost in their own thoughts. When they finally arrived, the place was partially dark, the only lamps that were turned on didn't really do a good job of illuminating the place.

Diego was laid down on the couch, with Lila taking care of a wound he had in his abdomen.

"Huh, he isn't dead" Five said, unamused. His hands in his pockets while he looked at his brother. Y/N looked at him with an incredulous look.

"Disappointed?" Lila asked.

"Oh to see you? Always" Five gave the woman a malicious smirk.

Y/N just rolled her eyes at them and made her way to Diego, placing a careful hand on his shoulder. "Hey Diego, you alright?"

"Just fine" the man mumbled, half unconscious.

Y/N smiled and walked to stand beside Five again, until she spotted Elliott, still tied up to his chair. Her mouth opened in shock. "Oh my god, Elliott" she hurried beside him and started to undo the ropes in his hands. "I am so sorry for that".

Five chuckled at the scene. Making his way to the kitchen counter to prepare himself a cup of coffee. But before he could pour it, Y/N appeared beside him and grabbed the coffee pot from his hand, putting it down.

"I don't think that's wise" she raised her brow at him.

He looked at her ready to say some snarky comment, but she beat him to it.

"It's very late, Five. You'll be of no use for anyone if you are exhausted tomorrow" Y/N said as a matter of fact, with a small knowing smile on her face. "Try to get some rest"

Five huffed but put his mug down. Slowly but surely he was starting to feel himself become more comfortable in Y/N's presence again. He felt himself a little lighter, and it felt nice.

Y/N's smile grew and she put a hand on Five's shoulder, squeezing it gently. "Goodnight Five"

Five felt his cheeks heat up, he just nodded at her and said "goodnight". His mouth formed a thin line as he saw Y/N leave the kitchen.

"Someone has a crush" Lila sang in a low voice once Y/N was gone.

Five gave her a deadly stare "shut up".

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thunderc1an · 4 years ago

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Po3 rewrite, chapter 2

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Heavy paws weighed down on Mousepaw’s white chest as he was forced to the ground, he made an audible grunt of resistance when his back hit the warm grass. Dark red fur swallowed him with one easy bite, and the bright world around him darkened rather quickly before the young tom could even formulate a counter to this.

His paws flailed fruitlessly as he smacked the sides of his unmovable opponent, and panic tingled at the edge of his conscience. Mousepaw knows not to be afraid but when he realized that his breathing was muffled fear suddenly gripped his chest.

“Lionpaw, that is enough” and the weight is lifted from him.

Mousepaw breathes heavily, gulps of air fill his thankful lungs, and it is only until the shadows of the trees from above stop tilting that the apprentice allows himself to sit up. Not far, the eldest son of Squirrelflight basked in the praise he received from both Brackenfur and Ashfur, they compliment his form and his movement. The deputy even looked to Ashfur and applauded him for teaching Lionpaw such highly leveled combat skills in only a short amount of time to which the spotted tom shied away slightly with a hint of unease, almost as if he could not will himself to take the credit, but that goes unnoticed by the golden tom.

When Brackenfur turns to look at him Mousepaw feels shame at his throat. He was the deputy’s apprentice, he should know better, be better, but Mousepaw was average at best. And, at times he was ok with this, but not when he just lost to a cat that recently had their apprentice ceremony. But Brackenfur was not at all disappointed, he seemed rather pleased with him. “You did very well Mousepaw, you have improved greatly, and for that I am proud of you.” and these honest words lifted the apprentice’s spirit, he looks up but finds the face of his kind mentor is at eye level, the Thunderclan deputy has bent down. “Thank you, sir!” The white apprentice exclaimes and the term of formality earns a chuckle from the older cat.

“Brackenfur, sorry to interrupt you” Ashfur called and the deputy rose to speak with the warrior properly. “May we put a hold on combat training to allow our apprentices to hunt?” In the few moons that had passed the forest had flourished. Prey seemed to overrun the territory completely. Hazelpaw had even told him that Poppypaw had managed to catch a total of 3 mice in one hunting patrol. And as Lionpaw teased his mentor about only wanting to bring prey to Ferncloud, Ashfur’s littermate who had moved into the nursery just recently, Mousepaw looked at his mentor expectedly and Brackenfur looked back, “Well Mousepaw would you like to go hunting?” He wanted to but hesitated to answer.

“Yeah! We should!” Lionpaw finally sang leaving the conversation he had with Ashfur to intervene in theirs. “Could we even go on our own and meet back at camp?” The golden deputy lifted a brow at this plead, his amber eyes first looked to Ashfur who had joined them, then to Mousepaw who nodded his head shyly, a silent confirmation that he wished to do what Lionpaw had suggested.

“Alright then, you may go”

Lionpaw squealed with delight, “But, you must stay by each other’s side, never once separating” and both apprentices nodded at this instruction. They parted ways just a few heartbeats later once they said their goodbyes.

This was not the first time Mousepaw had hunted without a mentor. He was given the opportunity after Brackenfur had taught him how to properly work the hunter’s crouch, it had been an exciting day for Brackenfur had instructed him to take his time and really explore the territory well before even making an attempt to catch something. Although, Mousepaw peaked to the cat that walked beside him, this must be Lionpaw’s first outing without any warrior by his side. And, the first thing the white apprentice took note of about the dark red tom was that his paws were out of proportion with his body, they were huge, and very loud. Every step of his would send this loud vibration into the dirt that Mousepaw could feel.

“Um, Lionpaw” Happy golden eyes turned to his direction.

“Yeah?”

“Can you walk a bit softer? You’ll scare the prey away if you keep walking so heavily.” The younger apprentice looked at him weirdly, a bit confused but nonetheless apologized and corrected his mistake. The two cats continued in silence for a few more heartbeats again before the red tom spoke up: “I learned that you had to walk loudly,” he finally said. This time Mousepaw turned to him rather intrigued by the remark. “From Ashfur?” Mousepaw asked this since Ashfur was known to be quite a stealthy warrior. Lionpaw looked shyly away from green eyes. “No- I mean, I guess… something like that” big pale paws touched the earth nervously. Mousepaw decided not to press into the topic anymore, clearly the younger tom was flustered by the way he answered.

The only other cat Mousepaw knew in Thunderclan that walked with purposely heavy steps was Brambleclaw. The white apprentice was placed in a morning patrol with the mentor of his littermate and Brackenfur a good number of days ago. He thought it was strange such a serious warrior walked in such a silly way but did not dare to ask about it. Later that day, however, when the patrol had arrived back to camp he heard the low muttering of a senior warrior comment to another that Brambleclaw always walked in the same manner that any Shadowclan cat would. Was Lionpaw receiving training lessons from Brambleclaw? That shouldn’t be the case, really, there was no reason for the two to be close, and Brambleclaw was Berrypaw’s mentor. Although, it was not uncommon for a mentor to bring another warrior with them to train their apprentice, that was how different and unique skills were passed down. Yet, Ashfur was not on good terms with Brambleclaw, from what Hazelpaw had told him overhearing the queen’s gossip, or maybe they were, and Hazelpaw overheard wrong.

While Mousepaw’s thoughts deterred his focus the pair continued on their way. The two cats arrived back at camp nearing Sundown, both with two sizable catches. But it seemed as though entering camp was its own problem. Brichfall was the first to notice their arrival, the thin tom was tense, and it showed easily on his angular face. “Oh good, you’ve returned” But his relief is short lived when yellow eyes look behind the pair. “Mousepaw w-where’s Brackenfur?” Lionpaw responded for him: “We were supposed to meet him and Ashfur back at camp, they allowed us to hunt on our own” If the deputy was needed it meant there was a problem that Firestar was not currently present to solve. The clan leader liked to take strolls with his mate, Sandstorm, through the territory every once in a while. This must be one of those moments.

Mousepaw pushed past the young warrior who chattered about going to find either the deputy or leader. There were two things the apprentice took note of when the clan’s clearing came into view. First of all, Mousepaw noted that Ashfur had arrived back at camp, the spotted warrior was hidden among the shadows of the nursery, him and Ferncloud peaked out from its opening. The second thing he noted was the strained atmosphere in camp. Low whispers whisked around him and everything was about what was currently happening in the center of camp. In the center of the clearing stood three cats, two of them seemingly ready to fight and one that hid in the shadow of another.

“I will not allow my kit to leave camp without going to the medicine den first!” Daisy spat.

“I am her mentor, she will follow my orders” Spiderleg responded, he looked to be slightly more composed than the queen but his irritation was visible with the way his long tail lashed. “Hazelpaw” the dark brown tom ordered, having stepped closer to the cat that was hidden behind Daisy, at the sound of her name Hazelpaw flinched and shrunk to the ground. Daisy matched Spiderleg’s step, preventing the warrior from reaching her kit, this earned her a hiss of retaliation from the tom. “Well I am her mother, and as her mother I say she will go to the medicine den first.” The creamed fur molly took a step towards Spiderleg, the two were chest to chest and Daisy used this to push the taller cat away from the apprentice. The warrior was unfazed and, rather be intimidated, barked with laughter at her statement “Any clan cat knows the bond between mentor and apprentice is deeper than that of blood, so therefore Hazelpaw will follow what I say.”

Daisy swiped, Spiderleg dodged, and the clan collectively gulped. “You have been over training her, Spiderleg! Hazelpaw arrives each day with a new cut or gash and you prevent her from going to the medicine den!” A small hiss was heard from the side of the spectators, Honeypaw held a very angry Berrypaw by the scruff of his neck, the cream tom struggled against her hold but she prevented him from intervening. Actually, no cat dared to intervene, but it was easy to understand that many had already begun to pick sides in secret. Fast whispers, angry stares, and Mousepaw was in the middle of it all and it scared him to see a once united clan so divided.

“She has to learn how to be strong! Her outsider blood makes her weak!” The voices of the warriors around him began to rise, and cats pushed against each other.

“Am I weak?” A short, plump, warrior stepped forward; it was Cloudtail and all attention was drawn to him. “I have Kittypet blood, tell me Spiderleg, am I weak?” The older cat had wedged himself between the queen and the warrior. Spiderleg sputtered, and while the brown tom’s attention was occupied; Brightheart, a large bicolor cat, nudged Daisy and Hazelpaw away in the direction of the medicine den. Blue eyes blinked thankfully as the queen took her kit to safety.

“You’ve always been weak Cloudtail!” Dustpelt was the next to step forward, he spat with fury, the senior warrior took the side of his son. “The only reason you even became a warrior was because that crazy bitch of a leader always favored you!” Brightheart hissed when the warrior insulted her mate. Mousepaw did not understand this, he knew Cloudtail was Firestar’s kin, but Firestar had never favored any cat, he was considerate to all, that was what made him such a great leader. His confusion only rose when cats had started to shove one another. Who would be the one to finally tip the tension over the edge? To that question the white apprentice does not know the answer to because he blinks once and the next time green eyes open kin is fighting kin. Claws are out and there is this old bitterness from seemingly generations ago that had finally surfaced and revealed itself to the clan.

Honeypaw rushed past him, alone, and Mousepaw could only fear that his brother was loose among the chaos. He looked for Berrypaw but instead found Jaypaw. The small apprentice had curled into himself; plastered against the floor. Leafpool, the clan’s medicine cat, cried for cats to stop fighting, to allow herself passage into the sea of cats and reach the apprentice. The molly always had this soft and gentle nature to her, always so delicate with her mannerisms, but here with each passing second she could not get to Jaypaw she became more hysterical. Seeing this Mousepaw ran and forced himself against the hostile crowd; he had flung himself onto the younger apprentice, using his body as a shield. Blue, unfocused, eyes opened and over the roar of the battle Mousepaw heard a quiet thank you.

“What is the meaning of this!” and everything stilled.

Firestar stood with green eyes ablaze; Sandstorm, Brackenfur, and Birchfall all watched from behind him.

“Sorreltail, explain to me the situation.” A tortoiseshell she-cat emerged from the crowd, her manner was shy when she approached the disappointed leader. A passive glance was made to Brackenfur. Some words were exchanged and finally Firestar called a few more names to come speak with him in his den, the names of the cats he called followed. Their walk of shame.

Mousepaw straightened himself and helped Jaypaw to his paws, Leafpool was quick to reach them. She checked over the two, Jaypaw more thoroughly, and showered the pair with kisses. It was not long before Squirrelflight joined them, red pelt scruffy: evidence she partook in the skirmish. She had also thanked him heavily for saving her son, giving grateful licks atop his head. And the white apprentice grew rather flustered at such open affection.

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buoyantsaturn · 4 years ago

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So Come On, Talk it Out (your voice brought me back from the dead) (1/1)

summary: A relaxing date between Nico and Will the spring before Tower of Nero.

word count: 2616

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The air was finally warming up late that spring. The snow had all melted a few weeks back, but it had still been too cold to stay outside for more than an hour or two. It definitely hadn’t been warm enough for a pseudo-picnic under the shade of a tree, but now it finally was. And it would probably be their only chance to do so before summer rolled in and brought a hundred kids back to camp.

Nico had kicked off his shoes and socks before laying his head down in Will’s lap as the son of Apollo sat upright against the trunk of the tree. Nico planted his feet firmly in the grass, and Will cringed at the sight.

“You’re just going to stick your feet in the grass like that?” he asked.

Nico shrugged as best he could in his current position. “Yeah, so what? It makes me feel more...grounded, more connected to everything.”

Will snorted. “Yeah, connected to feeling like you’ve got bugs crawling over your feet.”

“That doesn’t even make sense.”

Will poked him in the forehead. “You don’t make sense.” Nico snatched Will’s hand away and brought it toward his mouth, biting down gently on the side of Will’s hand before Will could rip it away. “Hey! I thought we agreed on a nice, relaxing date! Relaxing does not include biting.”

Nico reached up and squished the tip of Will’s nose down with a single finger. “No, you agreed on a relaxing date. I already took you on one last week.”

Will scoffed, and swatted at Nico’s hand. “Almost dropping me in a vat of Cheez Whiz in Venezuela is not relaxing! And I ran out of KitKats, so you couldn’t even get your energy up enough to bring us back here!”

A smile started to creep its way onto Nico’s face, and he started to brush his fingers across Will’s cheek. “I still can’t believe you committed a crime for me.”

“Well, what was I supposed to do?” Will demanded, waving his arms frantically. “They wouldn’t accept my drachmas and didn’t speak English, and you--! You couldn’t even open your eyes long enough to see where we were! What was I supposed to do, not steal a few KitKats?”

Nico’s smile was full blown as he gazed up at Will with hearts in his eyes. “So you agree: best date ever, and I win.”

Will started to laugh - a little bit in shock that Nico would even think that, but also finding it hard not to crack up at the absurdity of their conversation. What other fifteen year old had ever stolen KitKats from some shop in Venezuela to restore his significant other’s magic powers so that they could teleport back home? He almost sounded crazy!

“No,” Will told him, still laughing. “Not the best date ever! And definitely not relaxing! I wanted to, like, sit together like this, and maybe share some snacks and play twenty questions. Not run from cops in Venezuela.”

Nico’s nose scrunched up - something Will had recently learned his did when he was confused - and Will wanted to kiss the wrinkles away. “Why would we play twenty questions?”

“To get to know each other. Duh.”

Nico tipped his head back and met Will’s eyes, frowning slightly. “Do we...not already know each other?”

“Well, we do,” Will replied, his head tipping to the side, “but not everything. I don’t even know your middle name.”

“Yeah, so? I don’t know yours either.”

Will grinned. “And that’s why we play! Tell me your middle name.”

Nico rolled his eyes, but answered, “Vincenzo.”

Will hummed. “Nico Vincenzo di Angelo… I know you’re Italian, Death Boy, but that’s a lot of o’s.”

Nico pursed his lips and turned his head away, gazing out toward the lake. After a moment, he said, “Actually it’s… Niccolo Vincenzo di Angelo.”

“Your name is Niccolo? That’s so cute!” Will repeated the name to himself a few times in his head, and then gasped. “Like piccolo! Oh my gods, Nico, can I call you piccolo?”

Nico leveled him with a glare so strong that it could’ve made flowers wilt on the spot, but Will didn’t so much as flinch. “Absolutely not.”

Will lifted a hand and started to brush his fingers through Nico’s hair. He leaned into the touch, despite how angry he was pretending to be. “Okay, so only in private, then.”

“No! Never!”

Will simply continued to smile down at him, carding his fingers through Nico’s hair and gently releasing tangles in the curls. He wondered if Nico’s hair would curl up even more if it was shorter, but they’d both gotten fond of the length. “It’s your turn to ask,” Will reminded him softly after a few short moments of silence.

Nico crossed his arms with a huff, and looked away again - though only with his eyes this time, as though not to dislodge Will’s hand from his head. “Same question.”

Will hesitated. “Can you call me piccolo?”

At least Will’s brief moment of stupidity brought a smile back to Nico’s face. “No, your middle name.”

“Oh! It’s Andrew. William Andrew Solace.”

Nico repeated the name, whispering it to himself, and Will felt his heart skip a beat at the sound. Then, Nico’s hand searched out Will’s - the one that wasn’t twirling curls around his fingers - and laced their fingers together. He met Will’s eyes as he said, “William Andrew Solace, I want you to know that if you ever betray me, I will use your full name to embarrass you as payback.”

Will’s smile only brightened. “Why would I ever betray you?”

Nico shrugged again. “You might not even realize it when it happens. I’m not talking about any big stakes. I mean, like… Like if Sherman’s on the lava course, and you don’t tell me so I can avenge my loss against him. That’s a betrayal.”

“You really are kind of a sore loser, huh.”

“I am not!”

Will nodded. “Uh huh. Okay, Piccolo.”

Nico ripped his hand out of Will’s and used it to smack at his arm. “Shut up!”

With his hand now free, Will was able to reach into the backpack he’d brought with him, and pulled out a clementine. He took away his other hand, causing Nico to sigh in disappointment, though Will didn’t tease him for it. If the sudden blush on his face was anything to go by, then Nico hadn’t intended to make a sound at all. Will laid one arm across Nico’s chest, the other held over Nico’s head as he reached around him to peel the clementine.

“Where was the first place you shadow traveled to?” Will asked.

Nico paused to think, one of his hands coming up almost subconsciously to curl his fingers around Will’s arm. “Uh, China, I think? I don’t really remember. I kinda...jumped, and then immediately passed out. I think Minos said I was out for, like, three days, and then I just jumped back.”

“You went all the way to China? And you didn’t bring any KitKats?”

Nico pinched his arm. “We just learned about the KitKat thing a month ago, Will. Whatever. Um, did you have any pets before you came to camp?”

Will grinned at the change of subject. “I did! I had a golden retriever, and her name was Sandy.” He dropped the clementine peel into the grass and broke the fruit into pieces. He took one small piece and held it out for Nico.

“No thanks,” Nico told him.

“You haven’t eaten since yesterday,” Will reminded him.

“I went without eating for a week when I was in that jar.”

“Yeah, and I wish you would stop reminding me of that, because it just makes me want to feed you even more. So, open up!”

Nico rolled his eyes, but allowed his mouth to drop open so that Will could feed him the slice of clementine. Nico’s face scrunched up as he chewed. “It’s kinda sour.”

Will ate his own slice, and shrugged. “Not really. You just haven’t eaten a fruit in over a year and forgot what it’s supposed to taste like.”

“Uh, pomegranates are fruit, and I--”

“Ate those in the jar, I know,” Will cut in, “but you were in a trance and probably didn’t even taste them, so that doesn’t count.”

Nico huffed. “Whatever.” Still, he opened his mouth when Will placed another slice of clementine at his lips.

“Have you ever thought about getting a tattoo?” Will asked.

Nico shook his head, gently rolling it back and forth over Will’s thigh. “Nah, I’ve been stabbed with a knife before and that wasn’t great, so I don’t think I need to get stabbed with a thousand tiny needles. Why, have you?”

Will frowned. “Okay, we’re going to circle back to that later, but yes, I have.”

“What were you thinking of getting?”

Will moved the few remaining clementine pieces into one hand, and placed the other on Nico’s chest. He drew a circle with his finger directly over Nico’s heart and said, “Right here, I want to get a sun.”

“Why’s that? Are you afraid people won’t think you’re sunshiney enough because of the...everything about you?”

Will flicked him in the chest, right in the center of the circle he’d drawn. He smiled as he lifted his gaze out toward the lake - he was worried about something, Nico could tell that much just by looking at him.

“I’ve been thinking about my dad a lot recently,” Will started, his voice hushed as though he was sharing a secret. “I haven’t heard from him in so long and I’m...worried about what’s going to happen if he doesn’t make it. I’m worried about the state of the world, first and foremost, don’t get me wrong, but… What about me? Do I lose everything? Will I still be able to heal? Or use any of my other powers?”

He dropped his gaze again, eyes focused on the spot on Nico’s chest where his fingers had started to circle again. “So I want that tattoo as, like, a way to remember him, and a way to remember that part of myself, just in case things don’t go as planned.”

Nico covered Will’s hand with his own, and brought it up to his lips so that he could press a kiss to his knuckles. “Whatever happens, you’ll always be my sunshine.”

Will smiled at him sweetly and said, “Who are you, and what have you done with my significant annoyance?”

Nico huffed and threw Will’s hand away. “Way to ruin the moment.”

“Just ask me another question, would you?” Will asked, and popped another piece of clementine into his mouth. There was just one left - he’d give it to Nico.

“It’s not my turn,” Nico told him.

“Oh, yeah.” Will fed him the clementine and tipped his head back against the tree as he thought. “What’s your favorite movie?”

“I dunno, I don’t watch a lot of movies,” Nico replied. “I don’t really have the attention span for that, so I haven’t seen...any?”

Will’s jaw dropped. “You haven’t seen Star Wars?”

Nico hesitated. “Uh, no? I think Percy said I didn’t need to see it anyway, because there’s apparently some other Star-something movies that are better.”

“Star Trek?” Will shrieked. “Absolutely not! The Apollo cabin is a Star Wars family, and I will not stand for this kind of slander. For our next date, we’re watching the original trilogy.”

“Woah, hang on a second!” Nico held up his thumb between them. “First of all, I get to pick our next date.” He raised his index finger. “Second, I just said I can’t even sit through one movie, and you want me to watch three? I don’t think so.” He added his middle finger. “And third-- Uh, no actually, I don’t think I have a third point.”

“Okay, then two dates from now, we’ll watch Episode Four, and then another two dates later, we’ll watch Episode Five--”

“Why wouldn’t we start with the first episode?” Nico asked. “Wait, and I thought these were movies. Actually, no, never mind. Whatever, as long as it makes you happy.”

Will smiled. “It will.”

“So, I assume that’s your favorite movie.”

Will hummed an affirmative. He started to stroke Nico’s hair once again, and Nico’s eyes slipped shut at the feeling. “You gotta ask me another question,” Will whispered.

Nico cracked one eye open. “I just did.”

“That wasn’t a question, it was an assumption. And besides, I can’t think of another one, so you go.”

Nico rolled his eyes. “Oh, like I can? This game was your idea, Solace.” He let his eyes fall shut again, though there was a tiny wrinkle between his brows that let Will know he was trying to think. “What other powers do you have?”

Will tapped his fingers against Nico’s skull a few times, and then resumed playing with his hair. “Well, you know about the healing, and my sonic whistle. And, uh, I don’t know if this is a power, really, but I’m good at calming people down. And I can, um.” He cleared his throat, and Nico opened his eyes to see that Will was looking everywhere and anywhere that wasn’t at Nico. “Glow. So what other powers do you have?”

Nico sat up instantly. “Hang on, did you just say you can glow?” He turned to face Will, clutching his hands in his own and demanding, “Show me!”

Will’s cheeks were turning pink, and he still wouldn’t meet Nico’s eyes. “It’s-- I can’t, it’s too bright out here, so you wouldn’t be able to see it anyway, and… I dunno, it’s embarrassing.”

“No way, it’s not embarrassing, it’s cool. Just show me!”

Will sighed, and his eyes flickered up to meet Nico’s for just a second before he looked away again. “Fine, but only for a second. Can you try to make it a bit darker? It’ll show up better that way.”

Nico released Will’s hands and dropped his own to the ground. The shadow of the tree they sat under stretched and darkened, and the air around them grew cold enough that Nico wished he had a jacket. Will started to take off his flannel shirt, and Nico was half-tempted to reach out for it and put it on himself when he saw Will hold out his arms and close his eyes. A moment later, his skin turned from bronze to gold, each of his freckles acting as little flashlights to let the light escape from beneath Will’s skin.

Nico grinned. “That’s so cool!”

Will let the glow fade, and he pulled his flannel back on as Nico released his hold on the shadow. “It’s really nothing special,” Will muttered.

“Yes it is!” Nico insisted, waving his arms around for emphasis. “I have my own personal glow-in-the-dark boyfriend!”

Will’s head snapped up, his eyes locking on Nico’s as his jaw dropped open again. “Did you… Did you just say boyfriend?”

Nico’s cheeks had developed a bit of their own blush, but he refused to look away. “I… Yeah, I did. Is that okay?”

Will beamed, reaching out for one of Nico’s hands to lace their fingers together. “That’s so okay. That’s more than okay! Does that mean I can start calling you my boyfriend now, too?”

Nico let a smile creep onto his lips. “Nah, you’re my boyfriend, but I’m still your significant annoyance.”

Will rolled his eyes, but nothing would be able to take that smile off his face. He tugged on Nico’s hand to pull him close and press a kiss to his cheek. “You got that right.”

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gloryofluv · 3 years ago

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Order Up! (Coffee Shop AU) Chapter 8

Just going to say, Satan you sneaky little shit. Hahaha This chappy was so fun to write.

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Alex walked Lucifer inside, and she began her tour. He was silent and examined things with precise evaluation. The woman relaxed as she led him through the first floor. She often would shake her head and shrug at the old furniture she hasn’t touched like monuments to her dead parents.

It was when she took him up the staircase that she grew edgy. Alex showed him the spare room that Jordan stayed in and shook her head at the furniture left. The other room was a study for her father she never went into.

Alex skipped a door and then pointed to the last door down the hall. “And then my parents’ room. So, yeah, that’s the gist of it. I really just think most of the furniture is going to be sold or given away.”

Lucifer scowled at the closed door at the end of the hall. “You never go inside their room?”

“Oh, I dust and everything. I just haven’t packed anything of theirs,” Alex expressed with a tint to her cheeks.

He hummed and paced past her to the door she skipped. “This is your room?”

She nodded quickly. “Yeah.”

He arched an eyebrow before moving from the door. “We’ll see what you will need immediately later.”

Alex rubbed her forearm and agreed. “Yeah, that sounds good.”

“Let’s take a walk around the yard before we sit down,” Lucifer declared and beckoned her to the staircase.

The pair traveled out to the backyard, and Lucifer evaluated the lawn furniture, swing, and grass. He moved around the side of the house with Alex, and they went through the gate. He gestured to a few decorations and smiled in the slightest.

“I’ve enjoyed seeing those glass peacocks for many years,” He chuckled.

Alex beamed and stroked one of them. “Yes, my mom got them in India when they went on vacation before I was born.”

“I do hope you plan on keeping them. They are a piece of art,” Lucifer nodded.

“Oi, Lucifer! Why are you parked in the driveway?” Mammon shouted.

The pair jerked, and Mammon was walking out of the house. Well, if he didn’t look around, he wouldn’t have seen them. The tremulous man gasped and raced over with a bouncy stride. “Oh, hey, Alex. Whatcha doing over here?”

“We’re evaluating her home,” Lucifer sighed.

“Her home?” Mammon was scratching his head as he glanced at the house. “Ya buying it?”

“No, I’m selling it,” Alex said.

Mammon’s eyes shot open. “Alex, ya live here?” He gasped.

She rocked her head.

“Yes, and now that we have that fact cleared away. We will be helping her move. All of us,” Lucifer voiced.

Mammon blinked and closed the distance. “Yeah, I mean, sure. She’s just one girl and needs some strong men,” he winked.

Alex groaned as Lucifer smacked Mammon’s head. “We talked about this,” Lucifer growled.

Mammon winced and rubbed the back of his head. “Fuck, Lucifer.”

“Hey, what are all of you doing over there?” Satan called out.

Alex shook her head with a small smile. Of course. Satan left their front yard with Asmodeus in tow. Asmo was whispering to Satan in speedy whispers, and he was nodding. They walked over the grass and met the group.

“What exactly is going on?” Asmo asked with exasperation on his face.

Lucifer rolled his eyes and pulled out his phone. “Beel, get your brother and come across the street. The house with the glass peacocks.”

“Um, okay, Lucifer,” Beel grumbled through the speaker.

He hung up and shook his head. “We mind as well do this now.”

“What about Levi?” Mammon puffed.

“He’s at his anime club at the college,” Satan declared.

“Oh, I’m so proud of him!” Alex gasped. “I’ve been trying to convince him that just because he’s doing online classes doesn’t mean he shouldn’t join a club.”

Satan smiled and nodded. “Yes, he said you promised it would be fun.”

The door across the street slammed, and Beel walked outside with Belphegor stomping with him. They saw Alex and scowled together before walking into the yard. “What the fuck do you think I did now?” Belphegor grumbled.

“Nothing, let’s go inside,” Lucifer sighed and glanced at Alex.

Oh, she needed to lead. Okay. She jutted into motion and moved to the front door. Alex welcomed them inside and guided them into the living room. Lucifer stood by the mantle as Alex settled in the armchair. The other brothers sat down on the sofa and loveseat.

“Well, what are we doing here?” Asmo hummed.

“This is Alex’s house,” Lucifer declared.

Asmo gasped and covered his mouth.

Beel and Belphie glanced at each other.

Satan just smirked and nodded.

“How long have you lived here?” Asmo questioned.

“Since I was a baby,” Alex laughed.

“You knew you lived across from us?” Beel inquired.

“Not until Lucifer helped me with my car. That was how he knew I had a flat tire,” Alex explained.

“Alex has to move, and we are offering her a room to rent until she finds a permanent residence after the sale of her house,” Lucifer voiced.

Satan’s eyebrows arched his eyebrows. “Oh, that’s interesting.”

“Before we go into any odd questions,” Lucifer puffed and shook his head. “There are going to be rules.”

“Well, yeah, for starters, Asmo, you can’t just bust into her room,” Belphie teased.

Lucifer exhaled and glanced at her. “Are you positive you can tolerate them?”

Alex shifted and shrugged. “I’ve only ever lived with Jordan and my parents before. I never had to live in a dorm or anything because I had the house.”

“Oh, you’re so cute! She truly is adorable!” Asmo gushed and shook Satan’s arm. “We need to move her today!”

Satan grimaced and took his arm from Asmodeus. “Alex, I think Lucifer is serious. Do you really want that?” he gestured at Asmo.

Asmo pouted and puffed. “Jerk.”

“I think the obvious is the rules that we had about females in the house before are to be abided by,” Lucifer hummed and waved his hand.

Satan scowled. “I wasn’t around for that, Lucifer.”

“It’s fine,” Lucifer hummed. “We’ll go over them later.”

Alex cleared her throat. “I just want to say I’m not going to be too much trouble. I just work and spend plenty of time by myself. I’ll do my best not to get anyone’s way.”

“You won’t be in anyone’s way,” Belphegor snorted.

“We are going to help her move her things. This is your opportunity to do for her what Diavolo and his father did for us. Do I make myself clear? They helped us in grief, and now we can do the same for Alex,” Lucifer voiced as he directed his attention to his brothers.

They all nodded. “For Lilith,” Beel agreed.

“Yes,” Mammon puffed as he grimaced.

“Hey, if you guys help me sell some of the junk I’m getting rid of, I’ll split the cash with you,” Alex offered.

Mammon perked up and grinned. “Yeah? That sounds easy. Leave it to me!”

“No, I’ll take care of that. So it’s fair,” Satan shook his head. “Mammon is too greedy to help it. However, I’m always willing to help, Alex. We talked about this the other day.”

Asmo waved his hand. “I’ll help with the clothes and accessories! I have to make sure you don’t get rid of the vintage for pennies, honey.”

“Yes, we’ll all help,” Beel nodded.

“Levi has a great setup on eBay,” Belphegor nodded. “I can help him with the pictures and all that.”

Alex blinked. This was the strangest thing ever. They all were just going to help without anything in return? She teared up and tried to hide her face with her hand.

Lucifer breathed and rubbed her shoulder. “It’s alright, Alex.”

“I’m just so touched. No one’s ever done this for me before. I’m so used to being abandoned when times get hard,” she murmured.

“We’re a weird fucked up family, welcome,” Belphegor said.

“Whether ya like it or not, girl,” Mammon added.

“Please stop calling her that. She has a name,” Satan complained.

Alex laughed and pulled her hand away to see Lucifer looking down at her. “Thank you.”

He nodded and squeezed her shoulder before standing straight again. “So, we have plenty of work to do.”

Her doorbell rang, and she jumped. “Shit, I forgot,” she stood up and went to the front door.

When it opened, Solomon was smiling with boxes and packing tape. “Hello, Alex. This is a nice location.”

“I know,” she smiled and wiped her face. “Thanks for dropping them by for me.”

The murmuring in the other room drew his attention. “Do you have visitors?” Solomon questioned.

“Good afternoon, Solomon,” Lucifer hummed.

Solomon’s smile grew. “Oh, good afternoon, Lucifer. Had I known I was interrupting, I would have waited to stop by.”

“You’re not interrupting,” Lucifer voiced.

“Mammon, stop!” Asmodeus snapped from the other room.

“Do you have the whole family with you?” Solomon questioned as he looked at Alex.

She nodded and waved for him to come inside. “Come on in and put the boxes right next to the stairs. I don’t know where I’m going to get started, but I’ll figure it out eventually.”

Solomon complied and set the tape down on the table. “I have more in my car.”

She rocked her head and walked with him out the door. “Thank you so much. I really appreciate it.”

He waved his finger. “Don’t mention it. I had them sitting there collecting dust.”

Alex beamed and stood on the sidewalk as he lifted his trunk. He pulled out several flattened boxes and handed them to her. He shut it and glanced at the house with a nod.

“This will go for plenty, Alex. Your parents still continue to take care of you in ways you don’t understand yet,” He expressed while taking the boxes from her grip.

“Well, I think some of that is the brothers currently arguing in my living room,” Alex laughed and shook her head.

Solomon beamed and nodded. “They’re odd, but I do happen to like them. Just do yourself a favor. They all have demons due to their tragedies. Be careful with your own, alright?”

She cocked her head with a scowl. “Solomon, doesn’t everyone have demons?”

He shook his head. “Nothing in this world will ever create more than feeling unwanted by your parents and losing someone who loved you unconditionally after that. You and I are more human because we were raised around love. They were not. They had to learn how to. Do you understand?”

“Yes, I think I understand,” Alex nodded.

Solomon reached out and tucked some of her escaped hair behind her ear. “Don’t worry. You’ll be just fine. It will be a good adventure for you,” he smiled.

Her cheeks darkened, and she tucked her chin toward her neck. “I think so too.”

“Let’s get you back inside so you can wrangle them,” Solomon chuckled and lifted the boxes. They walked instep and Solomon hummed. “You’re quite beautiful, Alex. Appearances matter little. What I'm referring to is your mind. Keep fortifying yourself with experiences. Eat it all with fervor. Stop living for the dead. They’re gone.”

She stopped at the door and kissed his cheek. “Thank you.”

His cheeks darkened in the slightest, and he nodded. “Of course, Alex.”

Solomon set the boxes down and patted Alex’s shoulder before they bid each other goodbye. She shut the door behind him and paused in thought. He was right. She really needed to embrace this change. Nodding, she walked back into the living room as Lucifer was speaking.

“And once that’s done, the real estate agent will put up the house for sale,” he finished.

Satan and Beel were nodding. “That’s concise,” Satan agreed.

“So, when are we starting?” Alex questioned.

“Tomorrow afternoon,” Lucifer said. “Then, on Thursday, we shall work all day on such. By Saturday, we should have things together to help you move your things over to the spare room. The workers can start with the lower level next week.”

She arched her eyebrow. “Were you talking to my real estate agent today, Lucifer?”

He nodded. “I’m efficient, Alex. When things need to be done, I don’t waver.”

“You are very efficient, and I’m truly grateful for all of you,” Alex smiled.

“Are you coming over for dinner?” Beel asked.

Asmo rocked his head. “You should.”

“Yeah, totally,” Mammon agreed.

Alex laughed and rocked her head. “Okay, I will.”

“Good,” Lucifer paused at his phone ringing. “Yes, Diavolo?” He asked and walked out of the room.

“Such a good little boot licker,” Belphegor snickered.

“How much do you think he sucks his dick between paperwork?” Satan snorted while rolling his eyes.

Alex blinked and tilted her head. “Wait, they’re together?”

Satan grinned and covered Asmo’s mouth. “Yes.”

Mammon snorted. “Yeah, it wouldn’t surprise me, but I don't give a fuck.”

“Completely. Lucifer’s been sucking Diavolo’s dick for years,” Belphegor nodded.

“Now you’re just lying to me,” Alex snorted.

Asmo pulled Satan’s hand from his mouth and puffed. “What I was going to say is yes! Those two are a big power couple behind closed doors,” he laughed.

Beel scratched his head and shrugged. “I guess.”

Alex bounced her shoulders. “Well, you learn something new every day, I guess.”

There was a little back and forth on the subject, but Alex felt her ego slightly deflate. Well, it makes sense, actually. Lucifer basked in compliments, but that's all that was, and came running to her aid. She was a wounded bird.

The woman sat down in her chair and listened to the brothers as they talked about memories at Diavolo’s estate and living there for a bit with his father. They made her laugh and smile, but mostly they made her feel a part of their weird family. That’s what she was missing; family.

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lostbbygorl · 3 years ago

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SECOND CHANCES (LEVI X F! READER):

AU: PRIDE AND PREJUDICE BY JANE AUSTEN

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The breeze was cool. Just what Y/N L/N needed to clear her head after all the drama that had happened prior to this moment! Christa and Mr. Smith had split up, Mr. Ackerman confessed his love and desire to marry Y/N only to get rejected, and Y/N learned the truth about someone she greatly respected. Christa was in Ermich, on a much deserving holiday, whereas Y/N was in Utgard, the enemy base! But was he, Mr. Ackerman, really an enemy anymore? He had opened her eyes, and his motives may have caused damage, but Y/N would’ve done the same thing, right?

Y/N rested her head on the gazebo tree towering over her. She silently marveled at the beauty of Utgard river. The water was clear and glimmering under the sun’s golden rays. Small flowers of the brightest hues peeked from emerald bushes of fresh grass. On occasion, baby butterflies, amber and sapphire in color, would flutter by, sitting on the flowers. The smell of nature and strawberry jam had distracted Y/N from the fear of running into Mr. Ackerman for a good 1 hour. That’s right, strawberry jam!

“ Y/N, dear, you’ve hardly touched any of the food. You suggested we have a picnic. Are you devoid of an appetite?”, Y/N’s uncle, Mr. Theo Magath asked.

“ Oh no, I’ve eaten loads”

“ Have some more scones, you’ve gotten thinner since the last time we met, darling”, her aunt, Mrs. Lucy Magath joined.

Y/N quietly nibbled on a scone.

“ Y/N, is something troubling you?”, her aunt asked.

“ Not at all”, Y/N lied.

“ Don’t try that tosh with me, missy. I can see right through you. You’ve been terribly quiet this whole trip! I won’t pester you any further, but just know that your auntie is willing to listen to you, should you desire to seek me out, okay?”, her auntie soothed, to which she hummed as a response.

“ Say, Lucy, doesn’t Mr. Levi Ackerman live around here?”, Mr. Magath suddenly asked, getting Y/N’s attention.

“ He resides in Utgard castle, about 10 minutes walking distance from here, yes”, Mrs. Magath answered.

“ I hear there’s certain wings in Utgard castle that’s open for visitors. I also hear that the Ackermans have a magnificent lake absolutely brimming with salmon, and I’ve a good mind to see it”, Mr. Magath said. Y/N was uneasy. Anywhere but Utgard castle!

“ Please, can we not?”, she pleaded.

“ Why, dear? Is it because you know Mr. Ackerman? Is he a nasty man?”, her auntie implored.

“ No, it’s just that-”, she stuttered, shaking her head. He’s not so nasty, she thought.

“ It’s just that he’s so-”

“ So what?”, her uncle questioned.

“ He’s so rich”, Y/N said weakly. Her uncle and auntie frowned in confusion. What had gotten into their niece?

“ Now, Y/N. Don’t be a snob! Refusing to see Utgard castle or Mr. Ackerman because of his riches that he didn’t ask for”, Mr. Magath joked. His wife chuckled, but his niece still looked uneasy.

“ Oh, come on now, dear. I’m really eager to go! Besides, I bet a rich man like Mr. Ackerman has business in Ermich. He’s probably not home at the moment”, Mr. Magath argued. And so, the trio walked to Utgard castle. Mr. and Mrs. Magath gossiped on their way to the castle, but Y/N remained quiet, hoping with all her might that Mr. Ackerman wasn’t home.

Once she reached the castle though, a majority of Y/N’s worries vanished. The colossal building was white with dark blue painted towers. Some of the windows were made of stained glass. The trio walked towards the wing open for visitors. A short, plump, middle aged woman greeted them warmly. She had sparkling brown eyes, and white streaks in her auburn hair.

“ Welcome, visitors, to Utgard castle. I’m your host, Martha Somserset”, she beamed.

“ Utgard castle has been the home of the Ackerman family for many generations. Currently, it’s the residence of Mr. Levi Ackerman and his younger sister, Ms. Isabel Ackerman”.

The maid cheerfully guided them through the castle, showing them all the most popular sites. To say that the interior was beautiful would be a gross understatement! Red velvet curtains hung above the large windows, and the marble floors gleamed under the light of a massive crystal chandelier. Ceramic vases boasted expensive flowers, and every wall held an impressive oil painting. The paintings were of previous members of the Ackerman family. Y/N chuckled to herself, noticing that all of Levi’s ancestors had the same serious expression as he did, all except one. Only one painting had a smiling subject. The painting was of a slim, elegant, raven haired woman. Her aura was warm, and she strikingly resembled Levi.

“ Ah, admiring the late Mrs. Ackerman, are we”, Martha smiled. Y/N nodded.

“ This is Mrs. Kuchel Ackerman. She was Levi’s mother, and a breath of fresh air indeed”, Martha said fondly. Y/N found herself smiling too! Who would've thought a man like Levi had such an amiable mother?

“ Mrs. Ackerman was very close with her son. Levi was absolutely shattered when she passed. He hasn’t been the same since”, Martha explained.

“ Levi takes after his father more, but he has his mother’s golden heart. I assisted Mrs. Ackerman with Levi’s delivery, same with Isabel”, she continued.

“ Levi is a perfect gentleman. Never once has he mistreated a servant. He’s so independent, always cleaning up after himself no matter how much I tell him to leave his dirty work to me”, Martha chuckled. Y/N was absolutely shocked! Was Martha talking about a different Levi? She knew that Levi wasn’t as bad as she made him out to be, but was he really this good?

“ Anyways, enough of my blabbering! Let me show you people the statue room”, Martha interrupted Y/N’s thoughts. The young girl felt butterflies erupt in her stomach! The same sense of affection and giddiness she felt back when she read his letter returned- this time with much more force!

The statue room was a sight to see indeed! Incredibly realistic sculptures made of Parian marble filled the room. All the statues were of members of the Ackerman family, and some of them were hundreds of years old. But the statue that caught Y/N’s eyes the most was a life sized one of Levi.

“ This one is of Mr. Levi Ackerman. Isn’t he handsome?"Martha gushed.

“ Yes, I suppose he is”, Y/n replied with a fond gaze and rosy blush.

The more she wandered the castle and heard Martha’s praises of Levi, the more her affection for him grew. At one point, Y/N got lost in the castle as she had wandered off on her own. Y/N was trying to find her way back to the group when all of a sudden, beautiful piano notes started playing, stupefying her and luring her to its direction. The music was a soft, soothing melody so well played, Y/N had goosebumps. As if in a trance, Y/N walked towards its source, stopping in front of a large wooden door that was open just a crack. She peeked through the crack, noticing slender, fair fingers press on the keys of the piano. She peeked further, now seeing a full figure. The pianist was a girl with fiery red hair tied in a ponytail. She had amber eyes, and was about Sasha’s age. Her gown was a lacy ivory one. Suddenly she stopped playing and got up from her seat.

“ Levi!”, she squeaked in delight, jumping at the man, startling him.

Levi twirled her around- and smiled! Y/N had never seen him do that before! She didn’t even know he was capable of it!

“ Hello, Isabel”, he patted her back affectionately.

“ Yes, hello, brother. But first tell me who that girl is peeking at us from outside the door”, Isabel demanded. Y/N widened her eyes as she made contact with Levi. Without much thought, she sprinted to the exit of the castle. I’m not ready to see him yet, she chanted in her head as she ran. She panted outside the castle, totally out of breath. To her dismay, she heard footsteps catch up with her, and then stop behind her.

“ Ms. L/N. It’s a pleasure to see you again”, came Levi’s voice.

“ Um, yes, hello, Mr. Ackerman”, Y/N replied awkwardly.

“ Sir, please don’t be offended by my presence outside the piano room. I had no idea you and your sister would be there and Ms. Martha said this place was open for visitors-”, she began frantically.

“ I’m not bothered by it at all, ma’am”, Levi cut her off.

“ I’m just glad to see you here. And yes, some parts of the castle are open for visitors. I hope Utgard castle impressed you”, he said.

“ Oh, yes! You have a lovely home. Actually, I came with my uncle and auntie. They’ll be out in a minute”, she explained.

“ Levi, who’s this? Are you alright?”Isabel's voice interrupted them. She walked up to the duo.

“ Yes, Isabel. Isabel, meet Ms. Y/N L/N”, Levi introduced. Isabel’s eyes started twinkling, and she pleasantly shook hands with Y/N.

“ Ms. L/N, it’s so wonderful to finally meet you”, Isabel said.

“ Levi has told me so many good things about you. My, you’re just as beautiful as he had described to me”, she giggled cheekily. Both Levi and Y/N started blushing.

“ He said you’re the smartest and most interesting lady he’s ever been acquainted with. He also says you play the piano better than anyone else he knows”, she continued smirking.

“ Isabel, shut up”, Levi hissed in her ear, causing her smirk to intensify.

“ Oh my! I had no idea Mr. Levi enjoyed my terrible playing so deeply. He was joking, Ms. Isabel”, Y/N laughed, hiding her nervousness.

“ My brother doesn’t joke about such things. I insist you play with me this evening”, Isabel returned

“ Y/N, there you are!”, Mr. Magath exclaimed, running towards her.

“ We were looking all over for you”

“ Sorry, uncle, I was lost. Uncle, meet Mr. Ackerman”

“ Nice to meet you sir, please call me Levi”, Levi bowed. Y/N had never seen him this polite before. She expected him to curtly nod and be on his way. Isabel curtseyed and introduced herself before talking with Mrs. Magath.

“ A fine home you have indeed, Levi. I just saw your lake. Me and my wife are most impressed by it”, Mr. Magath complimented.

“ I’m glad you enjoyed your trip here. The lakes have recently been filled with grown salmon. Can I persuade you to go fishing with me later this afternoon?”Levi requested. Mr. Magath enthusiastically nodded.

“ Splendid. I’m inviting your whole family to Utgard castle for lunch and tea. Isabel and Y/N can play the piano, and you and I can fish with Mrs. Magath”, he said.

“ Oh, you boys go fish by yourselves. I’ll be with Ms. Martha”, Mrs. Magath said.

“ See you at 1:30 PM. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have some business to see. Lovely chatting with you all”, Levi bowed again, lingering on Y/N before walking back to the castle, his arms linked with Isabel’s. Y/N couldn’t stop grinning even after he left. He sure had changed for the better! And this time around, Y/N didn’t force herself to see only his flaws. She was beginning to return Levi’s feelings! Levi had taken every criticism Y/N had made to heart. He vowed to improve himself. And so, even though he was awfully nervous and not used to such spontaneity at all, he made conversation with complete strangers and invited them to his home. Anything to see Y/N. Anything to spend time with her. Anything to win her over.

The afternoon wasn’t awkward at all, much to Levi and Y/N’s surprise. Levi and Mr. Magath were getting along famously, and Mrs. Magath was laughing with Ms. Martha. Isabel reminded Y/N of her younger sisters at home- and of herself! She was a bright, cheeky young girl with a fondness for music. Soon, the duo talked to each other as if they were old friends!

That night, Y/N went to bed with a smile on her face.

#aot fanfiction #levi ackerman aot #levi x y/n #captain levi x reader #levi x reader #levi ackerman fic

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brelione · 4 years ago

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The Goddess Part Two (JJ Maybank x Reader)

Part Three Part One

The next time he saw you was at the petting zoo.He knew you’d be there but for some reason he was still shocked to see you.You hadnt seen him yet,though.It was before opening hours.He was hiding in the lower branches of a tree,watching as you sung to the goats.He couldnt even understand the words you were saying,just the sound of your voice as it hit unbelievably high notes.It was enough to make his heart thump,his chest to tighten and him to almost fall off of the tree branch he had been clinging too.Suddenly you were all that mattered to him.Nothing else existed.Just you.His eyes were almost like cameras,zooming in on you.You were wearing a white sundress that somehow hadnt gotten any dirt or goat poop on it.Your hair was messy and curly from the salt water you swam in all the time,your shiny jewelry glistening in the sunlight.You snapped your fingers,one of the smaller goats had literally jumped on you.

You giggled,holding a flower out to it.The goat got back down and they ran around their hay covered fenced in area.Your house was a good distance away from the area but it was still within his line of vision.Your family was absolutely rich but you werent kooks.You guys willingly chose to live in a shitty house.It looked shitty from the outside but JJ had never been inside.Your father had payed JJ large amounts of money to mow your lawn every tuesday.It didnt need to be mowed.You could just have the goats eat up the excess grass,or the chickens,or the cows.But little did JJ know that you were behind his weekly job.You knew that JJ didnt have a lot of money and shifted between John.B’s house and his own house,spending some nights at the beach.

You wanted JJ to have a good amount of money for anything he might need.Whether it be gas,a coffee,a new shirt,going to the laundromat.You just liked the idea of him being safe and happy all the time.Thats when he had seen you wearing that lovely sweater.You had come out of your house,placing a small jar of home made jam,a paper bag and an energy drink out on your deck before going back inside.JJ had been watching you out of the corner of his eye,blushing a bit when he realized that you were leaving him a breakfast.You left the fenced in area,the goats trying to follow you out. “Oh,dont act like you dont get all the attention in the world!”You had said quietly to them as they stared up at you.

JJ didnt even wonder how he had heard it from where he was.You were walking towards the tree with a light blue bag.JJ cursed,trying to move higher up in the tree.He hadnt even noticed that he was in the branches above the cows.There were six cows total,two of which were extremely fluffy.When you got to the fence only a few feet away from him you looked over at the tree. “Hey.”You nodded before opening the light blue bag.His eyebrows furrowed,stunned by how casual you were being. “Hi.”He replied,his voice sounding hoarse.He mentally slapped himself,clearing his throat quietly. “You know we dont let anyone pet the goats or hold the chickens until 10.What’s up?”You asked,taking fistfulls of food out of the light blue bag as cows approached you.He rolled his eyes so far back in his head he should’ve been able to see his brain,resting his head against the tree bark.Why did you have to be like this?He actually wanted to talk to you,to have a conversation and make you giggle.

“I mow your lawn on Tuesday’s,princess.”He reminded you.You raised your eyebrows as you pet one of the cows. “J,its monday.”You huffed as you let another cow eat oats straight out of your hand.He scoffed. “It is not-”He paused to take out his phone,checking the day. “Shit.”He groaned.You smiled. “Its fine,JJ.Have you eaten today?”You asked.He grumbled something. “What?”You asked.He sighed. “I said,why do you care?”He asked.You shrugged,tossing out more oats. “Breakfast is really important for you guys.”You replied,eyes going wide when you realized what you said.He squinted. “What?You mean poor people?”He asked,aggravated.You shook your head. “No,JJ.Thats not what I mean at all.You’re a growing boy,you need to eat.”You explained yourself.He hopped down from the tree,towering over you.

You stared up at him.He stared at you with admiration.Your eyes were slightly puffy from just waking up,the whites of your eyes slightly pink.You smelled like peaches,cookie dough and ocean.It was a strange concoction but somehow it was pleasant.You were wearing cute socks that had winnie the pooh on them.You werent wearing shoes though,just the socks and the dress. “So um...I have to collect the chicken eggs.Do you want breakfast or a coffee or something?”You asked,playing with your bracelets.As much as he hated you-or at least as he pretended to hate you he was really hungry.He wasnt hungry.He just wanted to be around you.He shrugged. “Okay,but that doesnt make us friends.”he pointed at you.You nodded,biting back a smile. “Wouldnt dream of it.”You replied.He followed you to the chicken coop. “Morning ladies!”You exclaimed as you opened the nesting boxes,placing the eggs in an egg carton. “Um….Im sorry JJ,but could you please hold this?”You asked,gesturing toward the egg carton.

He held out his hands and you thanked him quietly,handing him the egg carton.Perhaps if he really hated you as much as he said he did he would drop the eggs on purpose.But he didnt.You apologized a few times for the long walk to the house from the chicken coop.You struggled to open the door,kicking it open.He just followed you to the kitchen.Your house was….it was just kind of beautifully chaotic.Murals across the walls,mermaids,a sunset with beautiful blue waves.Your kitchen had white tiles on the floor,marble counter tops and a white fridge.The table had a white tablecloth that was covered with flower print.You placed the two egg cartons you had been carrying down.You jumped a bit when you moved your elbow,feeling JJ right behind you. “Sorry.”You mumbled,moving out of the way.He grinned at how nervous he was making you right now.Usually it was the other way around.Your kitchen smelled like bread and strawberries.His nose was correct.

He spotted jars of strawberry jam and saw a loaf of bread wrapped in parchment paper. “What do you want for breakfast?”You asked him.He glanced at the bread and jam on the countertops.You turned,getting the message.You told him to sit down at the table and he couldnt help but feel a bit uneasy.He’d never been inside your house before.He looked outside your kitchen window to see your garden.Your garden was kind of famous.Lemon and peach trees,berry bushes,flowers,herbs,garlic and potatoes.People from figure 8 would call your father when they were in need of bread,biscuits,muffins,cakes,jellys,jams,eggs.

Basically anything.A good amount of families had hosted birthdays at your house and you’d help your father bake the cakes,usually making spaghetti or mac and cheese for the children.And now JJ was sitting at your kitchen table about to dine like a king free of charge.He took this chance to ask you some questions about yourself,knowing youd probably answer honestly without thinking about it because you were currently busy. “So like...whats the deal with your mom?”He asked.You shrugged your shoulders as you spread jam across a slice of bread. “She dropped me off at the door then disappeared.”You replied.Youd been over the story dozens of times,no emotions even ties to the story at this point.He nodded. “That sucks.”You giggled quietly at the statement.You really didnt care.She made her choice and your father made his.

“So what do you do all day in this house?You never go anywhere.You got a lot of boyfriends that come around?”He asked.You sighed as you cut up an apple.You smiled to yourself.That was the stupidest thing youd ever heard. “I go places.”You retaliated.He scoffed. “Where?Where have you gone?”He asked.You blushed from the realization. “I go to the beach.”You replied,looking over your shoulder. “You need to get out more.Half the people on this island dont even know you exist.”He watched how your body moved as you arranged the apples into a flower. “Okay.”Was all you had do say before you placed the plate down in front of him. “You want some coffee?”you asked.He shook his head.

“Sit down.”He suggested.He was telling you what to do in your own house.That was probably the strangest thing that had happened for you that week.You sat across from him,tapping on the wooden table. “thanks,(Y/N).”He mumbled quietly.You just nodded.He stared down at his plate,not touching the food. “You’re not gonna eat anything?”He asked.You shook your head. “Not up for it,I already had a coffee today.”You replied.He nodded. “You werent freaked out over the fact I was in one of your trees...why?”He asked.You just shrugged. “A lot of weird stuff happens in my life,believe it or not.”You replied,watching him pull apart his bread and stuff it in him mouth. “So...um….are you gonna leave when youre done with breakfast?”You asked.He grinned. “Wow,trying to get rid of me already?”He asked.You huffed. “Its not like that!Im just trying to figure out what my plan is for the day.”You explained yourself.He nodded.

“Its not like you’ve got any big plans.I think im gonna stay around here just to spite you.”He smiled.You nodded. “Okay.”You replied.He ran his hand through his hair. “Im kidding.”He replied.You nodded. “Right.I mean I guess you could stay here if you want.”You offered.He chewed his bottom lip. “What if you come with me to the beach and surf for a while?Ive heard you’re okayish as surfing.”He smirked.You scratched your collarbone. “Uh...okay.Okay.”You mumbled awkwardly.You couldnt believe you had just agreed to hang out with JJ Maybank of all people.He hated you.You just had to hope that he wouldnt murder you or something.His eyes widened. “Yeah?You’re gonna come over to the dark side with me?”He asked,smile widening.You grinned. “Dont make me regret it.”You mumbled,getting up from the table.He heard you go up the stairs and he let out a loud sigh.He really just did that.

He wiped his palms of his shorts,blinking hard.He was gonna spend the day with you.He couldnt mess this up.That being said you already thought he hated you and he was kind of a bitch to you but now you would get to actually hang out with him.This was his chance to become your friend.He ate the rest of his breakfast as quickly as he could,placing the plate in the sink.He heard you come back down stairs.He turned to send you a teasin remark but his jaw fell,eyes going wide when he saw what you were wearing.That sweater.You had changed out of the dress,now wearing black shorts,flip flops and that sweater that looked unbelievably amazing on you. “Uh-youre ready to go?”He asked.You nodded.The two of you walked out and you stopped to grab your surfboard. “I know a good surf spot.”He told you.You nodded.He took you down some old dirt roads and a small path through the woods.WHen you came out of the woods you were on pale hot sand,shells and small smooth rocks sprinkling across the land. “The waves are kinda small but theyll get bigger.”He said,sitting down. “Thats what she said.”You grinned to yourself.

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practicingmedicine · 3 years ago

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Practicing Medicine: Chapter One

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It was eight o'clock in the morning, and Sheriff McBain had just been shot.

There weren’t no lights, no sirens. No outward signs of urgency anywhere, save for the frantic telephone call I’d received just seconds ago and my own bounding heart rate.

It didn’t take me long to pull on my pants or step into my boots. Even with my shaking body, I moved with a sense of purpose, each action a step in a subconscious routine.

Buckle up my pants, lace my boots, grab my glasses, disconnect my Pip-Boy from the outlet, clip that bad-mama on and get it running…

The black screen turned a vibrant green color as I clicked the power button, lighting up my dark room. These were the words on the screen:

PIP-OS(R) v1.0.3

LOADER V1. 1

EXEC VERSION 41.10

32K RAM SYSTEM

16811 BYTES FREE

HOLLOWTAPE LOADED: “THE-SCIENCE-OF-UNCERTAINTY”

INITIALISING….

SUCCESS!

> STATUS

Battery Level: 100%

Wireless Signal: (?)

Operating Temperature: 90F

> HEALTH

BP: 150/120

SPO2: 100%

Temp: 98.5F

RR: 25

HR: 160

> TIME

Day: 25 September 2279

Time: 08:01

> CLIMATE

Current Temperature: 78F

Atmospheric Pressure: 753 mm

Background Radiation: 0.231 RAD

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I couldn’t read much, so I wasn’t sure exactly what each of them meant, but I got the gist- I knew exactly what I needed to know. I threw open my door and strode into the hallway, grabbing my father’s white coat off of a hook along the way. I slipped it on over my shoulders as I strode up to the front door, where my faded orange doctor’s-bag lay on its side. Before I threw the strap over my shoulder, I made sure to quickly button my coat and pull my green tie tight around my shirt collar, because my father told me that a doctor should always look his best. I hefted my bag up with one hand and pushed the door open with the other.

The morning sun was bright in my eyes. It was hot outside, about 97 Fahrenheit if my pip-boy was telling me the truth. Not that it mattered- I was used to the heat, and my patient was inside the air-conditioned Bison Steve’s Hotel. I didn’t give it much space in my head.

I started to sprint, skirting the corner of my neighbor’s house and running out into the main square, heavy bag swinging wildly in my aching right hand. As much as I wanted to have time to process all this, to stride up all slow and confident like father had taught me, I didn’t have the time. It could be a matter of seconds deciding whether or not the Sheriff survived.

I was starting to feel kind of dizzy, like you do when you’re fixing to vomit. The Hotel was just up ahead now. The big “Bison Steve’s” sign flickered eerily as I walked up to the double wooden doors, which I pulled on at least three times before I remembered that they were push doors. A rush of cool air washed over my skin as I stepped into the building, and tried to regain my composure. I cleared my throat.

“Alright- Alright y’all, listen up: My name is Isaac Saller, and I am a medic! ” I shouted. There was silence. “‘I’m empty holstered, so please don’t shoot!”

That may have been a bad idea, in retrospect, but it was all that I had planned for an active-shooter type deal. I didn’t deal well with confrontation.

The front hall and the reception desk were abandoned, but the lights were on. I stepped through the next set of propped-open doors and into a dark hallway, where a pretty blonde woman was cowering, holding onto a wall-mounted telephone. Her red face glistened with sweat.

That would be Mrs. McBain.

“Oh my god, Isaac! Come here, quickly- I think my husband is dying!” I power-walked to catch up with her, then tried to keep up a comparable walking pace. Which was kind of hard, given my height; I was still, “between hay and grass ,” my father would have said.

“Could you tell me what happened?” I asked. The words felt so strange to say out loud. I’d practiced what I’d do in a real emergency, but now that it was actually happening, I couldn’t believe that I was actually falling into my routine, just like I did for everything else. Must not have seen any other option.

“Well, the boys- Beagle and my husband, right, they were doing firing drills! But then the shooting stopped and my husband started airing his lungs, just shouting something awful. And when I ran in to see what happened, I saw that Beagle had shot him in the leg!”

And, there was the story. I let out a sigh of relief; here I was worried that I might be dealing with some crazy psychopath! Though, the more I let myself think on it, an idiot like Beagle with a gun started to seem just as dangerous.

“Does he still got the gun?” I asked, approaching one of the four doors to what had to be the firing range. The familiar scent of gunpowder stung my nose as I cracked open the rightmost door, and peered into the massive, open room. I didn’t see nobody, but then again, my vision was so awful that my patient could’ve been right in front of me. Mrs. McBain brushed through the doors.

“No, I made him put it down!” I nodded and entered the room.

As I stepped through the doorway, another smell drifted in after the first- a sharp, metallic smell that hung in the air like some sort of leaking gas. Subtle, and not quite so intimately familiar, but I recognized it right away; the acrid smell of blood rubbed on skin.

“Hey Doc, come on in--the Sheriff is lying over here,” said Deputy Beagle, waving his iron about. I flinched.

“Holster that!” I shouted back, “I’m not going to do anything until-“

“Beagle! You put that thing down right now or I’ll shoot you myself!” Shouted Mrs. McBain. Beagle made a dramatic sigh.

“Fine. But, you know it was an accident, and it ain’t like I’m gonna do it again.” He tossed the gun aside. The cocked, loaded, cold-steel weapon hit the ground hammer-first.

The ensuing, “BANG!” was, no kidding, the second loudest thing I’d ever heard.

“Goddammit!” Beagle shouted, and Mrs. McBain screamed and dropped to a crouch. I just sat, stunned, staring at the gun and trying to think again. It was like my mind was a Television set, and someone had just thrown a brick through the screen; An all-encompassing static crept over my senses.

“Isaac? Isaac, are you alright sweetie ?” asked Mrs. McBain, over the loud ringing in my ears. I nodded.

“I’m okay ,” I lied. I kept nodding. “I’m okay, I’m okay, I’m okay…”

“You sure don’t look okay,” said Beagle. He was too close to me, way too close. I took a deep breath and pushed him back a little bit.

“I’m good! Where’s the Sheriff?!” I looked around warily. My eardrums were still bubbling, but I was starting to be able to hear myself think again. I had apparently dropped my medical bag on the floor, but it hadn’t opened up or spilled.

“Jesus kid, can you not turn your head on your neck? Over there, sitting against the support beam!” snapped Beagle, motioning towards the wounded Sheriff with his whole upper body. I felt like yelling back but I didn’t. I just gave him a quick nod and stumbled over to the fallen Sheriff.

The bright red pool beneath Sheriff McBain’s thigh had already begun to clot into ketchup-like clumps. As I got closer, I could hear him muttering to himself, though I couldn’t understand what about. I dropped to a crouch beside him, opened my bag and rooted through it til I found myself a pair of gloves. I had to work to get them on with how sweaty my hands were.

“Hello, Sheriff! Can you understand me?” I asked. He smiled up at me.

“Hey! You’re Isaac, the um, the Gambling-Place owner’s son. Uh, Casino! Yeah…” He trailed off. In my head, I started going over my ABCs, because apparently my mind was too overwhelmed to do anything but stick to its beaten-path routines.

He could speak, so his Airway was patent. I didn’t have time to properly test his Breathing, but it sounded fast and a little shallow. That was par for the course, which left me with the real problem, his Circulation- that’d be the bleeding.

“Alright, Sheriff, I’m going to take your pants off. Tell me if it hurts much,” I said, unbuttoning and unzipping his trousers. They got snagged up on his shoes, so I started pulling harder. He just laughed as I pulled them off.

“Actually, I don’t feel much of anything in this leg! Just like I got punched, and now it’s burnin’, sorta.”

That was good. It meant that the bone probably hadn’t been fractured, and I wouldn’t need any med-x. I always kept an emergency syringe of the stuff, but I was reluctant to actually use it on anyone.

Once I’d gotten his pants off, I touched his leg. It was cold and wet. I’d assumed shock, based on the bigass blood pool, but I could be dramatic like that; This was solid confirmation. I was going to have to work fast!

As I searched around in my bag for a tourniquet with one hand, I held up the Sheriff’s leg up with my other, so that I could see the wound in the dimly lit firing range. The hole wasn’t big. At least, not the entry- just a red, penny-sized oval near the base of his thigh, surrounded by bruised skin and seeping out blood. Like a bloody little volcano.

The exit wound, on the other hand, was massive . A jagged hole right under his ass with flaps of skin hanging loose around it, spitting out a torrential amount of bright red blood with each beat of his bounding heart. Based on the color of the blood and the way that it was coming out, I knew that the bullet had nicked or severed his femoral artery. I also knew that I probably couldn’t repair that with forceps and bandages alone. The best thing I could do would be to stem the bleeding, and get a stimpack as quick as possible.

Of course, that presented a little bit of a problem: See, stimpacks are awful expensive, so carrying them around wasn’t always an option for a man like myself. As of now, I didn’t actually have any of them-things in my jump-bag. Some places ‘round here had one in a box on the wall, but I didn’t see none in here, and I’d have noticed one in the hall if there’d been one. I cursed under my breath.

“Go and get me a stimpack!” I ordered. I had finally found where I kept my tourniquets without actually looking into the bag, though if I had any sort of presence of mind, I would have been embarrassed at how long it had taken me. I pulled his shoe off, and slipped the tourniquet on over his leg.

“I’ll fetch one from the kitchen!” replied Mrs. McBain, and I nodded to let her know I’d heard. Now that I had a stimpack on the way, all I had to do was keep the Sheriff from kickin it until I could apply the damn thing.

Easier said than done.

“Why are you squeezing me? You taking my blood numbers or something?” The Sheriff asked, as I pulled the premade tourniquet tight and started cranking on it. I tried to smile.

“I’m not taking your blood pressure, sir, I’m putting on a tourniquet. It’ll hurt, but you’ll bleed a lot less.” When I couldn’t tighten it anymore, I took out another tourniquet, and fastened it right above the first one, against the base of his thigh. It was a good thing that the Sheriff was thin, or I’d be having some issues about now.

“What are you doing? He could lose his leg that way!” shouted Beagle. When I kept on tightening the second tourniquet, he hit me in the back of the head- not so much to hurt me as to get a reaction out of me. I didn’t give him one. “Hey, are you blind and deaf? I’m talking to you!”

“Stop it Beagle! Isaac is a good… he’s a good kid,” insisted the Sheriff, his voice growing weak. I finished cranking the tourniquet, and touched the Sheriff’s ashen forehead. He looked like he’d stuck his head in a drinking fountain, with how much he was sweating...

“Could you try and talk with me, Sheriff? I’m gonna try some more stuff, try to keep you from going into decompensated shock.”

The Sheriff looked confused. He squinted up at me with teary eyes.

“Shock? You mean, the reason why it don’t hurt? I’m pretty sure I’m already in shock, but I ain’t- I ain’t shocked, you know. Like, I know what’s happened. I got my mind about me ,” he grumbled, tapping his head conspiratorially. I removed a few packets of gauze from my bag and tore them open.

“No, I mean when your organs stop working cause your blood-pressure drops and they ain’t getting enough blood!” Finally, I finished packing the exit wound tight with gauze. I started putting pressure on it.

“Oh. Huh. Well, you doctors ought to stop having so many words that mean- that mean all different things,” the Sheriff replied, his breath passing his lips so quietly that I was worried he might have fallen unconscious. I stopped moving.

“Sheriff?” I asked. When he didn’t respond, I reached into my coat with my free hand, and pulled out a small metal tinderbox full of a reddish powder. I waved it under his nose.

“Wake up, Sheriff!” I shouted. He started coughing and looking around wildly.

“Ah, Jesus Christ, what the hell is that smell?” I slipped the box back in my coat.

“N-H-Four, sir! It’s supposed to keep you awake!”

Of course, it wasn’t doing a very good job at it! Before I was even done speaking, the sheriff had puked all over himself and slumped forward. I grabbed him by the shoulders and shook him vigorously.

“Keep them eyes open Sheriff! Stay with me here!” His eyes fluttered.

“You know, I like your voice! It’s like, you talk like a teacher, but then you got your daddy’s cowboy-thing going on, so it’s sort of funny…” he muttered. His head hung limp on his neck. I let him drop to his side, and focused on applying pressure to the wound again.

“Um, Isaac?” I looked over my shoulder. Deputy Beagle was standing above me again, clasping his hands together. I wasn’t so good at reading emotions, but I’d seen enough pre-vomit patients to know that he was feeling sick. He had spoken so quietly, which was strange considering how loud he’d been before. “Isaac, Is he gonna die? I thought that getting shot in the leg didn’t kill people. Why’s he acting like that?” I sighed.

“I sure hope not. But, there’s a big red-pipe in your leg, and if it gets hit, you bleed a lot. I don’t know what the hell I’m supposed to do if I don’t get a stimpack soon!”

As if on cue, Mrs. McBain came rushing into the room, her dress all bunched up and full of miscellaneous medical supplies. Among the heaps of things I didn’t need, I could see a stimpack poking up.

“Isaac! I brought a bunch of things, I don’t know what’ll help and what won’t, but-”

Suddenly, Mrs. McBain stumbled, and her makeshift pouch came unfurled as she threw out one hand to catch herself.

Aw shit! I dropped everything and ran towards Mrs. McBain, interposing myself between the unsecured, falling medical supplies and the floor. Packaged Band-Aids, bottles of pills and ointments, a pair of scissors- it all went tumbling over me and I didn’t care, until suddenly I saw the fragile old stimpack teetering on the edge. By now, Mrs. McBain was trying to recover, but she was only making matters worse. The supplies were spilling out both sides now, and she was getting dangerously close to just dumping it all on top of me.

The stimpack. That was the focus. I shot out my hand to try to grab it, but I only succeeded in tipping it off it’s balance point, causing it to tumble back into the pouch.

I sat up, and all the supplies that had landed on me spilled back onto the floor.

“Don’t-“ I started, but she had already slipped and let go of the other side of the pouch. I cried out as it all went spilling on the ground.

“The stimpack!” I looked down, and found that through some unchecked reflex, I had caught it on my outstretched thigh. I blinked.

“Huh,” I said, and snatched the needle off my leg. I rushed back over to the Sheriff, who was unconscious and drooling. Beagle was sitting beside him, pressing hard on the entrance with his bloodstained hands and muttering to himself.

“Kurt, you can’t die- I’m, I’m just a deputy, if you die I’ll have to handle this whole town myself, and you know I can’t do that! Please, please don’t you die, please-“ I took a knee beside Beagle and his brother, stimpack in hand. Beagle was crying.

“Am I- am I doing this right?” He asked. I nodded.

“You are doing just stupendously! Just keep doing that!” I replied. I lifted up the sheriff’s leg, tore out all the gauze and probed around with the needle for a minute, until I’d found the deflated husk of his split femoral artery among all of the slick yellow fat and ground-beef looking shit in his leg. I didn’t have much light to work with and it was pretty well buried beneath the gory chaos of the exit, but I knew it when I saw it- despite the tourniquet, the top end was still spritzing out bright red blood with each passing heartbeat. I took my forceps out of my bag, which already had some fishing-line and a hook wrapped around them, and got to suturing the split ends together. The artery kept on pulsing out blood around the edges as I passed my hook and line through it’s thick middle layer.

‘Moment of truth, Isaac,’ I thought, as I squared off my suture. I picked up the stimpack again, prepped the needle with my shaking hands. I took a deep breath.

In the dim light of the firing range, I stuck the pipe.

The freezing cold from the reaction chilled my gloved fingers halfway to the bone. Had it worked? Would it hold? I had no idea. It wasn’t squirting blood no more, so I snipped off the end of the suture and pulled all the fishing line out, then started suturing up his ragged exit-wound, so that the ends of the skin were facing upwards. I didn’t even bother squaring off the end before running a stimpack along the seam. Once his thigh had sewed up along an ugly white line, I pulled all the fishing string out, because otherwise I was just asking for it to get infected. I still had a little stimpack-juice left, so I moved Beagle aside and shot the rest of it into the tiny-little entry wound, to sort out any of the leftover internal damage.

More time passed in silence. I knew it wouldn’t matter, but I loosened and removed the tourniquets to feel like I was doing something. My ears were ringing, blood was soaking into my pants like syrup, but I barely noticed- all that mattered now was if he was going to live, or if he was going to die. I was just going to have to have faith now.

“Is it working?” asked Mrs. McBain. I checked the Sheriff’s pulses, noticed that some warmth had returned to his skin...

Pulse is already stronger , and I can actually get a femoral. I sighed with relief. “It’s working. Pressure’s up.” A few more seconds passed. “I doubt he stopped perfusing to his brain for long, so his head should be fine, if you’re worried about that. He’s gonna need a ton of fluid, though, and he might need some more help with that leg-“ I started, but then Mrs. McBain wrapped her arms around me and pulled me into a tight hug. Once I was over the initial shock, I hugged her back.

“Thanks,” I murmured. Mrs. McBain laughed.

“You saved my husband, Isaac! You saved his life!”

I nodded and tried to free myself from the asphyxiating hug. Unfortunately, Mrs. McBain was a teensy bit stronger than me. “I don’t even know how to thank you. Do you want caps? We- well, you know we aren’t rich, but we have a tin of caps hidden away under the floorboards!” Still struggling in vain to free myself, I shook my head.

“No- no, Mrs. McBain, I don’t want no caps! I just need you to work with me here for these next couple weeks to get your husband healthy again. I mean, he just caught a bullet, he’s gonna need some help getting back to normal...” I was lying about the caps. I would have loved caps, considering how much I was hurting for supplies. But I also wanted to establish that I didn’t charge for my services, and Mrs. McBain had a way of inadvertently spreading that sort of information.

“Oh, but I can’t just let you go back to work like that- look at you, you’re all filthy!” she said, finally releasing me from the hug. I stumbled back and fell onto my rear. “Why don’t you come over to our house- You can get those clothes washed, and I’ll get you some lunch. And a shower too, what would Penny say if she saw you like this?”

Well, I couldn’t disagree with her on that count. Just hugging Mrs. Mcbain, I’d gotten spots of blood all over her dress. Momma had already had to warn me about tracking blood in the house before...

“Alright,” I said. The ringing in my ears was tolerable now. I was starting to be able to think straight again, even if I was still shaking and sweating like hell. I noticed that Beagle had offered me his hand.

“Um- yes!” I said, pulling off my glove and allowing him to haul me up to my feet. He held on real tight to my hand and looked at me with an expression that I couldn’t parse.

“I owe you one, Isaac. I know that this is my fault, and that I’m not always nice to you, but I- I really do appreciate this. I don’t know what I’d have done without my brother.” I tried out a smile. Beagle smiled back at me, and it almost made me forget how much of a prick he’d been when I was a kid. Almost.

“Water under the bridge, Beagle,” I replied. I thought about winking, but I once made a girl run away from me when I tried to wink at her, so I held off.

“Isaac, sweetie-“ I turned around. Mrs. McBain was standing in the doorway. “The door’s unlocked, why don’t you come back to the house first? We can lay my husband down while you wash up.”

I considered. The sheriff seemed stable enough for that proposal, but no one else seemed to quite understand the extent of what he’d just suffered, or the long road that lay ahead for him. I mean, hell, he’d had his leg blown open, lost a third of his blood, and then had a stimpack injected right into a central artery! There were some things I wanted to take care of before I attended to myself.

“I like that idea, but can I borrow one of you to help me finish sorting out Beagle first?” I asked. Mrs. McBain looked at Beagle.

“Beagle, seeing as how you’re the one who shot him…” she started. Beagle put his hands above his head.

“I’ll handle it, ma’am. What should I do?” I raised my hand.

“We’re gonna try to get him on a mattress, if we can. Start him on some Saline and get him drinking water when he wakes up, the stimpack and his body will sorta work together to replace all that blood he lost. He’s going to be in a lot of pain, so we’ll have to give him morphine when he wakes up. I’ve got powder and IV’s with me,” I said, trying my best to cover all my bases without over-explaining. Mrs. McBain started to walk away.

“Alright! You two do what you have to, I'll be getting the house ready for him.” she said, and disappeared through the doorway. I looked at Beagle.

“He didn’t hurt his back none, right?” I asked. Beagle shook his head. “Good. I’m gonna grab his legs then, you grab his arms- let’s get him on one of them cots over there, then move him from there.”

He nodded. We grabbed a hold of the Sheriff’s limbs.

“Alright. Three, two, one-”

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abused-sides · 4 years ago

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Looking [Roommates AU]

Trigger warning: This au follows most of the sides in the aftermath of surviving abuse (domestic, parental, etc). In this particular fic it’s only implied, but it’s an instrumental part of the story and if that bothers you, then please not only scroll past this fic, but block my blog as well.

More tws: Homelessness, homeless shelters, sleeping outside, paranoia, house-bound, anxiety/overwhelmed, malnourishment, let me know if i missed anything

Genre: ??? Virgil escapes and Patton interviews him to move in

Ships: Endgame romantic intruloceit, romantic prinxiety, queerplatonic royality

Wc: 2541

A/N: I promise I’m getting to your prompts I love you guys

Virgil laid flat on his back, eyes fixed on the familiar water stain on the ceiling.

It’d been there since he moved in, three years ago. He hadn’t noticed it right away, instead focused on exploring all the rooms, thrilled about all the space he would have. He wished the house was smaller— Wished they lived in an apartment. He certainly would have more free time.

There were four spots in the house Virgil hid the money, and he never visited the same one too often. One was tucked inside an empty spray bottle with all of his cleaning stuff, under the kitchen sink. One was slipped between the bedspring and the mattress, on Virgil’s side. He’d never felt a lump or anything, but he was terrified his boyfriend would somehow feel it in his sleep and find the stash.

Another was hidden in a plant pot under Virgil’s favourite window, buried under the dirt in a plastic bag. The last was tucked into Virgil’s wallet, which he hadn’t touched in three years. No need for a wallet when you don’t leave the house, and your boyfriend pays for everything with his card.

His boyfriend had been gone for hours. He’d be gone for several more. Virgil wasn’t sure why he hadn’t left yet, why he did his daily chores and then just laid there, hoping the water stain would grow and spread and swallow the entire house.

He wouldn’t get another chance like this. Not for years, probably. It was the exact opportunity he’d been waiting for.

So why couldn’t he do it?

He squeezed his eyes shut as they welled with tears. He imagined his boyfriend getting home with his gifts and false compassion, imagined having to spend another several years as his property, with his dull life of cleaning and not much else.

He pushed himself off the ground and headed for the window that looked out the front yard. He dug under the daisy growing in the pot, spilling dirt all over the immaculate carpet, ripping up its roots and petals, and grabbed the first stash.

Once he started, he couldn’t stop. He flew through the house to grab all the money and put his backpack together, and then skidded to a stop in front of the door. He swallowed. He was going to throw up.

He reached blindly for the coatrack, his fingers wrapping around the soft fabric of his boyfriend’s hoodie. He pulled it on and threw the door open. He didn’t think to close it as he stepped out onto the drive, almost disassociating. All he’d felt under his feet for three years was carpet and tile and hardwood. He hopped off the driveway into the grass, and then the sidewalk, and then the road.

He took in a shuddering breath, pulled his hood up, and ducked his head as he headed for the nearest train station.

The ticket stole most of his money, but it didn’t matter. As long as he got to the city, he would be fine. He could figure it all out from there.

He sat alone on the train, wanting desperately to sleep but instead sitting straight up, never resting from his constant patrol. A lady sitting across from him at one point offered to buy him something to eat, but he refused.

The train stopped in the city’s station close to midnight. Despite him saying he didn’t need any help, the lady guided his shaky self down the steps, and patted his back.

“Where are you headed?”

Virgil swallowed. “Um…”

“Do you… Have family in the city?”

He shook his head. He didn’t know where his parents were.

“Here, let me see your arm.”

Virgil was hesitant, but carefully rolled his sleeve up. The cool tip of her Sharpie scribbled over his pale skin for a moment, and when she finished, she’d mapped out the directions to a few homeless shelters.

“They should be able to help you if you don’t have anyone else,” she said. “They can feed you, too. You should eat.”

Virgil’s face turned red. “Okay. Uh, thank- Thank you. Thanks.”

She smiled and squeezed his shoulder, and then she was on her way.

Virgil spent the next few weeks hopping around homeless shelters. Most of them only allowed a few days’ stay at a time, and he was forced out after breakfast early in the morning. Occasionally, he had to find alternative places to sleep, resorting to behind closed stores, alleyways, fire escapes— Anything he could find and be relatively certain he wouldn’t be caught.

Most days spent in the city were unproductive. He was overwhelmed, not sure what he wanted, what choices he even had. The stark difference of the empty house he spent three days in, the loudest sounds being traffic outside or his music, to plunging himself deep in the middle of something that was constantly alive, constantly busy, was…

Overwhelming.

He was at a cafe, his current favourite place in the city because they let him stay as long as he wanted and gave him free water, when he saw the ad.

THREE ROOMMATES (MALE) LOOKING FOR FOURTH

The three of us are currently struggling to make rent, and we have a spare bedroom. Rent would be approximately $575/month. Two of us work from home, and they’re very loud. One of them only works from home part-time.

Attached was a phone number to call for an interview.

Virgil asked the girl behind the counter to borrow her phone, and dialled the number with shaking hands.

“Hello?”

“H-Hi.” Virgil cleared his throat as his voice broke. “Um, I saw your ad?”

“Oh! Awesome! When are you free for an interview?”

“Any time, but…” He swallowed. “I’m… I’m just a little, uh, short. I only have about $490 left. But- But if I just had a place to stay, I could-”

“Hey!” The boy sounded concerned. “Hey, hey, calm down. We can still do the interview! Everyone here is struggling, we get it. Besides, you’re our third applicant, and the other two are… Not favourable. So if you nail the interview, and we don’t get too many more applicants, I’ll try to convince my roommates. Where have you been staying?”

Virgil hesitated. “Kind of, um, all over the place. The- The shelters, mostly.”

“Hmm,” he hummed gravely. “Okay, are you free in an hour? I’m home, so if you want to bang out the interview today, we can!”

Virgil’s eyes widened. “Really? Uh- Yeah. Yeah, I can get there. Um, what’s the address?”

When he arrived at the apartment complex, he wanted to throw up and go back to the shelter. Images of Patton laughing at him, or harassing him, or attacking him were the mildest thoughts to run through his head.

But this was his best option.

He knew that.

He had to go inside.

He took in a shuddering breath. He had to go inside.

He walked inside.

Virgil was afraid of elevators, so he took the stairs, only half procrastinating. Patton and his roommates lived on the fourth floor. By the time he arrived, his thighs burned and he was a little out of breath. He looked down at himself and cringed— He was so skinny, mostly just bones, and pale. He looked like he crawled out of a cave. He wore his boyfriend’s now dirty hoodie and jeans that hadn’t been washed in a week.

How the fuck was he supposed to land this interview?

He forced himself to push forward, though, and when he knocked, he barely heard it. The door flew open and Virgil barely managed not to jump back. The boy on the other side had golden-brown skin and big, round green eyes. His dark hair fell in messy curls over his forehead. His apron, covered in flour and cocoa powder, followed the swell of his round belly.

“Hi!” He stuck his hand out. “Virgil? I’m Patton!”

Virgil shook his hand with a loose grip and stepped inside when gestured. Patton pointed out the table while he hung up his apron, and Virgil nervously lowered himself into one of the old, chipped wooden chairs. Patton came to sit across from him with a warm smile and a sheet of paper.

“Okay, so I just have a few questions!” He said cheerily. “Don’t let yourself get too nervous, this is hardly formal, I promise.”

Virgil nodded.

“Okay! First question: How long would you be staying?”

Virgil blinked. “Uh… I’m not- I’m not really sure. As long as possible, I guess. Until I get back on my feet and some time after that, if you all are still here.”

Patton scribbled his answer down. “What do you like to do in your free time?”

Virgil spent an embarrassing amount of time thinking about that question. Did cleaning count as free time? No, that was basically his job. Better refer to it as such. He wiped his sweaty palms on his jeans and stumbled out, “Well, uh, I guess- I guess I listen to music a lot. I gardened sometimes with, you know, those tiny plant boxes?”

He gasped, and for a terrifying second, Virgil thought he’d somehow offended him. But then Patton pointed to the right, into the living room. Along the sill of the huge window were several of the exact planter boxes Virgil’s boyfriend bought for him.

“That’s awesome!” Patton gushed. “You’d be able to help us take care of them! They die a lot. We’re planting a lot of strawberries right now, are you any good with them?”

Virgil nodded. “Y-Yeah, I grew tons of strawberries.”

Patton grinned ear to ear and furiously scribbled some things down. Virgil relaxed a little. “How clean are you? Are you good at cleaning up after yourself?”

Virgil was nodding before he finished speaking. “Yeah, I’m really clean. I spent a lot of time cleaning before I left, so it’s, uh, pretty much habit not to leave a mess around.”

“How would you feel about a chore chart?” Patton pointed to the fridge behind Virgil. Stuck on the front was a large sheet of paper split into three columns, with the headings PATTON, LOGAN, and ROMAN. “Logan made it, and he’s pretty strict about everyone sticking to it. It basically just splits our weekly house chores down the middle, with small accommodations depending on what job everyone has. On paper, I have the least amount of chores because I work the most hours, but a lot of those are cleaning, anyway.”

Virgil shifted nervously. Would they let him off by saying looking for a job counted towards those hours? Otherwise… He’d be doing a lot of cleaning. What if I trick myself into thinking leaving was a waste of time?

“I can do that.” He was surprised at how confident he sounded.

“Great! How often do you cook? No one’s required to cook a certain amount a week or anything- You don’t have to cook at all, if you don’t want to or can’t -but we eat a lot of family dinners so it’s evened itself out so far naturally.”

“Yeah- No, I can cook. I have a few recipes pretty nailed down so, uh, that shouldn’t be a problem.”

Virgil’s body was alive with adrenaline. Was he doing well? He thought he was doing well. Patton looked happier and happier with each answer, so he had to be doing well, right?

“Along the same line, how do you feel about sharing?” Patton bit his lip. “We understand that everyone has their boundaries, but we’re all pretty close. If you moved in, someone might dip into your groceries by accident, and borrow something without asking. We’d never go into your room without asking, but, well… Yeah, we have boundary issues.” He giggled nervously.

Tightness expanded in Virgil’s chest. “That’s fine,” he managed.

Patton frowned. “It’s okay if you’re not. If you’re the right fit for us, we’ll just have to be more careful. You’d just have to forgive a few slip-ups while we adjust.”

Virgil nodded and forced his voice to steady. “It’s fine. I promise.” He’d just keep everything important in his room- It’s not like he had more than a backpack’s worth right then, anyway.

Patton nodded slowly and wrote down his answer. “Okay… Um, what’s your sleep schedule like? Roman and Logan both get up pretty early. Logan’s really quiet, but Roman’s really… Not, so if you’re a light sleeper and you sleep in like a normal person, his singing might get on your nerves.”

“I’m fine with that. I, uh, my sleep schedule’s kind of all over the place, so I don’t think it matters?”

“Okay! How has it been lately?”

“Well, uh, the shelters kick us out pretty early, so my sleep schedule probably coincides with Roman’s.”

Patton nodded. “Do you have any pets, or plans to get any?” Virgil shook his head, and Patton made a noise of disappointment. “How often do you get drunk?”

Surprised, Virgil admitted, “I’ve never gotten drunk.”

“Oh!” Patton blushed and laughed. “Do you plan on changing that any time soon? Was it a rule, or?”

“It wasn’t a rule, I just… I don’t know, there was never too much alcohol around. I don’t plan on getting into the stuff, no.”

Patton nodded and mumbled, “Good.” He straightened up. “Are you still friends with your old roommates?”

Virgil folded his hands in his lap, squeezing tight. “No?” He stammered, “Is, uh, is that bad?”

He shook his head. “No, not necessarily! How many roommates have you had?”

“Well, there were my parents, and then my boyfriend.”

“That’s completely understandable,” Patton promised.

Virgil tipped his head to the side in confusion. Even the part about his parents? He didn’t assume Virgil was some ungrateful, heartless monster?

“And, um, I’m sorry about this-” Patton looked at him guiltily, “-but I do have to ask… How would you be paying the rent? Would you be able to put down a deposit?”

Shit. Fucking hell, this was going bad fast. “I’m not really sure yet? I- I know that’s bad, I just- Uh, well, I have been looking, I promise. I’ll get the first job I can. I promise.”

Patton held his hand up with a frown. “Hey, it’s okay. I know, you’re in a rough spot right now. It’s okay. You said you’d be a little on the first month?”

Virgil swallowed and nodded. “I can give it to you now, though.”

Patton laughed nervously. “Uh, no, that’s okay. Please hold onto that. If we accept you as a roommate, we’ll take it then, okay? Don’t let someone pre-emptively take your money.”

Virgil blushed. “Okay.”

Patton wrote something down, then looked up and asked, “Is there anything else I should know?”

He thought for a moment. He was sure there was something he should tell them, something they were obligated to know before they agreed to live with him. Plenty of ideas ran through his head in his boyfriend’s voice, but for whatever reason, he didn’t think those were appropriate to voice.

“No,” he settled on. “Not that I can think of.”

“Okay.” Patton smiled and set the paper down. “We’ll get back to you as soon as possible.”

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ayatakami · 4 years ago

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Sweven (Tamaki x Reader)

(n.) A vision that is seen in sleep. A dream.

Fic Type: Oneshot Fandom: My Hero Academia Pairing: Tamaki Amajiki x Reader Prompt: “Do you want to watch the stars?” Word Count: 854 words

“Hey.” A voice filled Tamaki’s ears, it sounded so distant. When he opened his eyes the world around him was hazy. In an instant, his eyes found your ( e/c ) eyes. “Are you alright?” You spoke softly to your drowsy friend. Gently moving his bangs from out of his eyes, you smiled warmly at him. He hid his face with his hands in order to avoid your gaze. The fact that his head was resting on your lap caused his face to heat up. “Y-Yes..I’m sorry.” He sat up, removing his head from your thighs. He looked around taking in his surroundings. You two were currently sitting in the grass outside the dorms. “Did... I fall asleep outside?” You let out a giggle that you muffled with your hands. You turned your gaze upwards to the sky. It was painted a vibrant red-orange blend. The clouds looked so hauntingly beautiful to you. If only you had your camera. You would’ve taken a picture to capture the lovely scenery and use it as a reference for your paintings. But for now, you’ll need to settle for a mental picture.

“Come on silly, it’s basically dark out.” You stood up and brushed off some excess debris that was on your dark green skirt. You extended a hang to your friend who seemed to be avoiding your eyes. He accepted your helping hand and fidgeted with the end of his blazer to distract him from the fact that you’re touching him. “Um...are we going inside now?” It was indeed getting late but you didn’t want to leave his side. You would never admit it but his presence gave you immense comfort. “I actually have another idea! Do you want to watch the stars?” You asked grinning at him. With a small nod of his head, you began to drag him with you up the stairs. Not once letting go of his hand.

You two entered the elevator and he pressed the button to the roof. ‘Maybe I should bring my camera.’ You thought to yourself. “Wait a sec!” You said as you pushed the number that was your floor. Once the doors open, you rushed out and ran into your bedroom to search for the camera. At the time you were finished you made your way back to the elevator. ‘Hmm. He should be on the roof by now.’ You tapped your lips with your index finger as you were lost in thought. You almost didn’t see the doors of the elevator open, revealing Tamaki still standing in there waiting for you. “💙?” Your eyes widen and you rubbed the back of your neck, laughing in shame. “I’m sorry, I happened to be thinking.”

You stood next to him and he pressed the roof number again. The rest of the ride up was silent as you naturally drifted off in your thoughts. While you were thinking about photo presets to use, Tamaki was thinking about how he missed the feel of your hand in his. Though, he didn’t want to overstep a boundary and make you uncomfortable. The doors of the elevator opened and you two stepped outside. The sky turned into a cerulean shade, almost matching Tamaki’s hair perfectly. Sitting down on the hard concrete, he soon followed suit. You took out your camera and captured a few photographs of the sky. When you were settled with it, you set it down. “Isn’t it pretty?” You questioned. He hummed in agreement. Although his attention was only on you. The way you admired the stars tugged at his heart. “Tamaki?” “Y-Yes 💙?” “I like spending time with you.” The way the corners of your lips turned upwards made his heart melt. It was then that he had realized that he’s never seen you smile that way towards anyone else. Maybe he was just reading too much into it. The space between you two lessened by the second until your shoulders were touching. “I...like spending time with you too.” His dark blue eyes darted away for a few seconds and then back to yours. He grabbed your arm with a shaky hand and gently pulled you closer. You decided to continue as you bumped your nose with him and giggled. His stomach became a pile of nerves while yours was swarming with butterflies. He closed his eyes and tilted his head to the side, and you mirrored his action, closing the gap.

“Amaji! You’re still sleeping?!” Tamaki opened his eyes. He was currently in his bed in his room. “You missed the first class!” Hado scolded him, smacking him with his pillow. “It’s alright! We covered for you!” Mirio reassured him and put a stack of papers on his nightstand. Tamaki paid no attention to them as he was deep in thought. His eyebrows knotted together and he frowned. “What’s with that ugly face?” Hado questioned. In a second, Tamaki laid face down on the mattress in shame. “That was cruel.” His voice was muffled. Hado and Mirio kept reassuring him and apologizing, but he wasn’t mainly talking about what she said. Although her words did sting.

#my hero academia #boku no hero x reader #tamaki amajiki #tamaki amajiki x reader #mha suneater #suneater x reader

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jbbuckybarnes · 4 years ago

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I wanted to

Pairing: Bucky x Reader (5k words) Description: You’ve been gone for 5 years, living in the forest for now. He just witnessed his friend stay back in time and come back as an old man. Maybe you could help each other and fall in love along the way. Warnings: Nightmares, crying, PTSD, awkwardness, canon typical violence, slight angst, fluff, not proofread A/N: I wrote this in my notes a few months back and it is a little openended, but after I figured out that it’s 5k words long, I had to post it. I hope y’all like it anyway, even with how awkward it’s written.

M A S T E R L I S T

You reappeared, the last thing you remembered was turning to dust, alone on a walk. Then the news got to you. 5 years, you were gone for 5 years. Your living situation was currently homeless. You were living in a forest, thankful that it was summer, and waiting for the government to start solving problems. On your daily walk by the cottage that always had a lot going on and the equipment all around it you saw a figure in all black, sitting against a tree, clearly sad. Nobody else was there and you weren't afraid of anything at this point, so you went to the person.

"Um, excuse me? Is everything alright? Do you need help?" You asked coming to a hold 4 steps away from them. A man with long brown hair and ocean blue eyes looked up at you, eyes red and streaks down his cheeks. "No, thank you. I think you'd need my entire life story for that." He sniffled. "Well, I'm currently living in the forest cause I've been dead for 5 years and nobody seems to solve the entire missing people and housing problems, so I think I might understand your hurt a little bit. What's wrong?" You crouched down to be on his level. Now that you looked at him, he looked way bigger and potentially dangerous than you previously thought. You both just sat in silence for a few seconds. "You know when you want your friend to be happy, even if it hurts you like being torn to shreds?" He asked, staring into the distance. "Yeah. It's the worst when they don't consider that pain." You were picking grass from the ground. "Multiply that hurt times 100. That's how I feel right now." He sniffled again and you inched a little closer. "Tell me what happened." "Well. Hi, I'm Bucky, formerly known as the Winter Soldier, frozen and unfrozen since the mid 40s. My friend who wasn't made to kill but still equally frozen just went back in time to choose his first love over me and his other friends in this time. And he came back as an old man. I should be happy for him. He had a great life and probably found his peace. But I would've loved to spend those decades with him, my other friends and maybe some new people." A tear ran down his cheek. "You would've needed the support, the love from a true friend. Let me tell you something. A true friend would always choose his friends over his love. No matter which situation. And I hope you're gonna have some damn great decades. Better than he had them. Cause you didn't live in nostalgia. Okay?"

You didn't know how your daily walk turned into a therapy session with a former assassin but this was needed. "Okay." He nodded with a tiny smile. "You need a hug?" You smiled back and he nodded sniffling. The moment your arms had surrounded him he started sobbing. Way too many emotions coming through, thinking of all those years he did everything for that small boy from school. "It's okay, let it out." You murmured, stroking his back. "It hurts." He got out. "I know. For a reason. It hurts because you cared. A lot," you said and felt arms hugging back. "Thanks." He sniffled again. "No problem." "What's your name, therapy stranger." He laughed loosening the hug and wiping his tears away. "Y/N." "James, but call me Bucky." He finally had a true smile on his face. "That's gonna hit you a few times, Bucky. Don't drown in it, okay?" Your hands were on his shoulders. "Promise."

You sat side by side in silence after that. Just relaxing with a view of the forest. "Can I help you with your housing problem?" His voice broke through, a little groggy but calm. "I don't know if you can." You grinned, throwing away a flower petal you had picked. "Well, now that Steve is definitely out of question as a third roommate...you might be a good shot. You don't have to. Just an idea. I can also just help you search for a flat." "I'd like to. An actual shower would be nice again." you giggled. "There's one in there. I can, you know, ask if you can-" "You don't have to." "Well, but I want to. You don't deserve to die for 5 years and then not have at least THAT luxury." He chuckled at how dumb this all sounded. "I guess." You grinned. He stood up, "Let's just walk in there. Ignore any question about Captain America or Steven Grant Rogers & get you to a shower and a hairbrush." "Thanks for subtly insulting my hair." You boxed against his arm and heard a chuckle.

A knock, "Can I come in without risking a punch?" "Yeah." You giggled, standing in front of the mirror in a shirt that he gave you, getting knots out of your hair. "You look like a new person, Y/N." He grinned leaning against the counter. "Imagine what a good 10 hours of sleep would do to me now." You smiled before making a grimace at the pain on your scalp. He watched you starting to frown into the mirror at your hair strands. "Can I help?" He came closer. "Depends on how gentle you can be." You chuckled. "I had sisters, I know how to do this without anyone crying, darling," he said proudly. "Well, then help away." You shrugged. His hands were gently going through the hair strands on your left side while you went on with the right side. Your eyes wandered to his patient but slightly frowning face that was concentrated on your hair and you smiled. "Didn't think helping a stranger would end this positive." You giggled and he looked up with a smile. "Good things happen to good people." "Well, bad things also happen to good people." You looked at him through the mirror with a soft smile and saw him shake his head to get rid of a thought. "It'll get better," you whispered. "I know," he whispered back, letting the brush glide through your hair. "Damn. You really are good at this." "Of course. Didn't wanna hear my sisters cry at me for an entire week back in the day." He chuckled at the fond memories on his mind. Would he go see them if he could? No. He didn't want to interfere with their life, everything happened for a reason. When you were finally done with your side you exhaled exhausted and turned around to him. "You look pretty in it." He smiled down at you and you followed his eyes. Oh, yeah, this was his shirt. "Uh, thanks." You answered touching it.

"Who's the pretty girl you got with you, Barnes?" Sam looked up from his drink in the kitchen and eyed you. "Our potential third roommate." Came back. "Oh." He set down his cup of coffee. "Hi, my name's Y/N. I've also been gone for 5 years and currently live off of forest food cause our government is a burning pile of trash," you introduced yourself dryly. "What did you do before?" "Was the definition of a homebody." You shrugged. "Hm, not to come off wrong but...we're Avengers and that means cleaning & errands might end up in your hands cause of missions. Any problems with that?" He smirked. "Not really. I just want sleep, food, water and a roof over my head." "What music do you like?" "Pop, Rock, Hip Hop." "Favorite sports team?" "Not my area." "Favorite movie?" "The Matrix." "I like her." Sam looked at Bucky. "Does that mean I can just stay with you from now on? Cause I literally don't have anything else out there other than my knife and a missing persons file for my mother." You asked. "Of course. Why would we let you sleep in the forest?" Bucky looked back at you. "You never know."

"Welcome to your new home." It has been a few days since you all met and gotten to know each other better. Bucky had just opened the door to your room and a bed frame and mattress were already in there. Together with a decent laptop and phone. Clothes had been ordered a few days earlier, but you were still mainly living in Bucky's clothes. There had been multiple occasions of him hiding somewhere in the house or outside to just get it all out, but you always found him and calmed him down. "Oh god, you didn't have to-" "But I wanted to." With a soft smile he closed the door behind you As soon as you used both devices and logged back in, you were searching for your friends and family members. Then world news & government aid. Then Steve Rogers and then Bucky. Sure, you'd learned about them in school years ago but a little refresher on their history and more reasons to be mad at Steve weren't a bad idea. "Gone for a press conference." Was yelled through the apartment by Sam and a door closed. Shortly after there was a knock on your door. "Come in." Bucky's head peaked in with a shy smile. "Something wrong?" You asked. "No, just wanted to say thank you for being there for me so much the last days. You don't have to but you do it anyway." His hand wandered through his hair. "You're the one giving me a place to stay after all this mess." You smiled back. After a bit of silence he breathed in, "Wanna make dinner together?" "Sure."

"Am I ever getting my clothes back?" He grinned down at you. "No. Too comfy." You grinned back in your giant shirt from him. "It's okay, you can have 'em. They look better on you anyway." Now the smile got softer. "Thanks. Always prefered men's clothing." You handed him something he needed for the food you were preparing. There was a comfortable silence across the room while you two continued until the food was ready. "Thanks for cooking with me." He smiled like a little boy. "Of course, Buck."

You woke up from whimpers next door. It was 2am and you really needed sleep, but you got up and walked to his room. When you slowly opened the door you saw him toss and turn a bit with a frown on his face. "Bucky. Hey, Bucky. It's okay. Wake up." Your hand wandered over his head and arm. With a little gasp his eyes opened, "Y/N?" "Yes, I'm here. You had a bad dream." You gave him a concerned smile. "Thank you for waking me up." He smiled sleepily. "Of course." You stood up. "Can you stay here? I don't want to dream that again." His hand reached out and landed on your legs. "Sure." You shrugged and got into the bed next to him. Big arms were snaking around you and hugged you close into a spoon position. "Thank you." He whispered before you drifted off.

Your eyes slowly opened and you found yourself to be in a room that wasn't yours. As soon as you heard little huffs behind you, you knew where you were again. The hand that was over your waist was tried to be removed but without luck. "Bucky. Let me get up." You grumbled. "Hmm?" He asked half asleep. "Let me get up," you mumbled. "No." He grumbled and pulled you closer. "Bucky!" You squealed and got a deep chuckle back. "What's wrong, darling?" You only crossed your arms in response. "Good morning to you too." He chuckled. "You're definitely awake," you mumbled and the arm around you instantly loosened after he realized what you were talking about. "Sorry," was mumbled. "Nah, it's fine." You smiled and finally turned around, "Sleep well after the nightmare?" "Yes, thank you for staying." His tired eyes were shimmering. "No problem." You got hair strands out of your face. "You look adorable right now." He laughed. "I feel more like a squished teddy bear." You pouted and got a giant grin back. "You were a good teddy bear though."

He still occasionally cried and you came to his room whenever you noticed or heard, but he got better, even after visiting Steve. A mission finally called for both of them, not a good sign. Seeing him in his full gear for the first time was overwhelming but fascinating. "Be safe you two idiots." You smiled at both of them. "Don't redecorate the entire house." Sam grinned. "I'll try my best." You chuckled before giving both of them a good hug. The second one came with a kiss to your temple before they were out of the door. You were worried the second they were out of the door, but the two weirdos would be keeping each other safe.

After the mission had turned into a national problem and back, the two men finally came in through the front door exhausted. "Hey, darling." A familiar voice broke the silence and you fell into his arms. "I'm so glad you both are back unharmed," you mumbled. "Of course! We need to annoy the hell out of you. Don't we?" Sam chuckled. You hugged him too before dragging them both into the kitchen to make them some sandwiches. "Sooo. How did it go?" You grinned, knowing well that both of then were ready to explode at the inability of the government. A grumble, "Don't get me started." "Smith is a fucking idiot." "Yeah, and that Tom idiot from mission control." "And Sharon's contact." "Literally anyone involved except for a few." Bucky concluded. "Well, I painted a wall in my room while you were gone and fixed the faucette in the bathroom." You smiled at them accomplished. "Without US!?" Sam said fake offended. "How could you? Let us fail at it first." Bucky joined in. "Can't believe you two manage to keep each other alive." You laughed before starting to clean the counter.

"It's pretty." Bucky smiled at your wall after sitting on your bed and staring at it for a good minute. He was not sure if he liked pastel colors on the wall but guessed they made sense for you. "Thanks. Stood in the paint aisle for almost two hours for the right color." "You think I should paint mine too?" He looked over to you at the desk. "If you want to." A quick shrug. "What color would you pick?" "Maybe...a dark warm purple. Or a tapestry with a lot of moody but colorful things going on. Or maybe just hanging up a few decor pieces in black and brown, fitting to your furniture." Your mind was working with all the possibilities. You didn't notice the soft eyes on you, "I think actually...the best one would be getting a few hang up tapestries that you like and change them up every now and then and the other half of the wall with the decor idea." "Y/N?" He snapped around to get you back. "Huh?" You shook your head and saw his nose crinkle with a chuckle. "Search for some and show them to me." He nudged his head towards your laptop. You grabbed it and fell onto the bed next to him and both of you spent the entire evening checking out tapestries on Society6.

Hands wrapped around your sides before picking you up unexpectedly. With a squeal you found yourself on the shoulders of the super soldier. "I was just trying to hang this up." You giggled. "Thought I should help." He chuckled. "My head literally almost smashed into the ceiling." "But it didn't." The tapestry was put up next to the frames and shelves you had been working on all afternoon while he was at the compound. "It's pretty. Thanks for making it that way." He smiled down at you after letting you down again. "No problem. I love doing this kind of stuff." "Pizza?" "Pizza."

"W-" "Just take it. Wear it everyday and use it if you need to." You were looking down at a bracelet that they got configured for emergencies. In case of imminent danger you just needed to press down a button. "But why?" "You live with two Avengers, we'd feel better if you wore it." Sam added. "Oh okay." You were intimidated by the tech. You studied Hydras infiltration into S.H.I.E.L.D. in your freetime after the files came out and while you were aware that your phone was technically also a tracking device, this felt a little bigger than some phone that can be encrypted by a VPN. You put it on anyway, these two idiots would never want to harm you. "Why not simply use my phone?" You looked up. "You better have two devices than one. If somebody gets your phone a bracelet will be the least suspected thing on your body." "Hm. Okay." You looked at the beads of the bracelet. Looked not too expensive but also not cheap. "Guess I'll get used to it." Two relaxed smiles came back at you. Good.

Arms wrapped around you while you made yourself french toast. A grumble and exhausted exhale. "You'd think with two soldiers you'd have people in the house that are used to early mornings." You chuckled. "Not when you slept like shit and have a roommate that feels like a good surface to fall back asleep on." Sam grumbled in his groggy voice. "You want one?" A soft movement on your shoulder was given back. You added one more slice to the pan and leaned back against him. "Damn you, soft woman." He mumbled squeezing you closer and making you giggle. "You awake or falling asleep again?" You chuckled. "Awake. Unfortunately." He whined before letting you go and taking his toast. "Drink your coffee, birdie. 's gonna be fine." You grinned. He tossled through your hair before making his way to his chair. "You havin' any plans for today?" "Hm. Maybe I'll go adventure the city a bit. Quite a bit has changed in the last 5 years." "You bringing dinner on the way back?" His head dipped to the side like a puppy would do it. "Sushi?" "Sounds good to me."

You'd been all around the Central Park area to scope out new places and what had changed. A few big companies went down after the decimation and smaller shops moved into the places. One of them was actually a sushi place and you already felt it slowly getting colder and the sun was getting lower. You made your way to that block. It was a bit further from the park and not much tourist attractions near, so you could slow down your pace a bit. You never made it to the entrance. You were yanked back by somebody and silenced with a hand over your mouth. You opened your eyes again to an empty street, only darkly clothed men all around. How did you not see them earlier. "Well, if it isn't our Avengers girlfriend." A dark voice said behind you, manifesting into a man coming to a hold in front of you. The man holding you let you go a little, knowing you wouldn't run with all these men around. "What do you want from me and who the hell are you?" You said stronger than you thought you could in this situation. Your hand wandered to your wrist, pressing down the little dent in your bracelet. "The Handler, Hydra, we don't want anything FROM you, we just want you. They'd never let their friend die at our hands. They wanna save you, don't they." "You wanna take me to get them?" You made clear out loud. "Yeah. You wanna come with us normally or do we need to use strength on you?" "I come with you, but only if you can prove you're really Hydra and not just some human trafficking gang." You played the game, they wouldn't take long. "Girl, you wanna see prove?" The man grinned. "I know all his trigger words. You wanna die at the hands of Bucky Barnes or do you wanna live?" "Not sure how long you can keep that promise of me living." You smirked, hearing a faint jetpack coming closer. In seconds somebody grabbed you, Sam kicked down the mysterious man and multiple men fell to the floor. You didn't look at the scene but had enough self defense training to kick the man holding you where the sun doesn't shine before ramming an elbow into his sternum and your hand into his face. A metal hand grabbed over his mouth before his body turned limp. "Stay behind me!" You heard from Bucky, finally getting you out of the shock and did as he said. Your eyes were trying to stay as far away from anything trauma inducing as they could. Bullets were kept from hitting you by black vibranium and you flinched at a cry behind you. "Sam, get her out of here." The arms from this morning suddenly felt possibly threatening for a second, then like the only safe option. "Close your eyes." He quickly told you before flying you up to the next best roof. Redwing hovered above you shortly after and you were pressed to sit down on the floor. "Stay here. Gonna make sure everything is safe." You were shaking, heard a few more gunshots and the little computer over you scanning everything around. "I'm just saying. You better tell her soon or she'll never start training to do these things." "She shouldn't need to. Even if I do." The two flew up in front of you, Bucky immediately coming straight towards you with a concerned face. "Didn't know you could break noses, darling." He huffed before grabbing your shaking form close, letting you sob out the shock. "I'm so sorry, Y/N." He mumbled into your ear. "H-home." "We'll bring you home, darling. You're safe now."

"They waited all this time for her to go into an area of the city that's calmer. What the hell could they want from me or you?" Sam was stressed. "They always want me for something." Bucky muttered. "Hey, that's not your fault. Okay?" "I know, but I'm still the reason this bullshit happened to her." "You don't know that." "They wanted to kidnap her to lure us in. Told her they knew the trigger words." Bucky growled. Your pitter patter moved towards the kitchen. Red swollen eyes staring at the two men for a second before you went for the fridge. "He said "come with us or die by Bucky's hands" like it wasn't part of the same plan," you mumbled taking out chocolate pudding, "Which makes me question if they have more stuff to get you with." "I honestly don't wanna try it out without having Steve to kick your head back to normal." Sam shook his head. "I need to call Shuri, Cho & Banner," Bucky muttered before making a quick way out of the kitchen. You sat down on the counter, spoon deep in your comfort food. "You feeling better?" Sam asked. "A bit." "Bucky's still not over you breaking someone's nose. That was badass for someone that's not an agent. But also risky." The last sentence was accompanied by a stern look. You gave a soft smile back, "I knew you both had my back." "I can teach you a few more moves if that helps you." He grinned. "Would always love to learn from my favorite Captain America." You laughed towards the end of the sentence.

"I'll be back in a few weeks. Promise." Bucky looked down at you, regretting that he needed to go to Wakanda. "Gonna miss you." You squished your face into his chest. "I'm gonna miss you too, darling." He smiled down. You pulled his head down a little, making his breathing hitch and his cheeks flush. A soft kiss was pressed onto his forehead before he could get his cool back. "Now nothing can go wrong." You giggled and he grabbed you into a tight hug again with a chuckle before you parted ways and he flew away in the Quinjet.

In the following weeks you got at least one voice memo per day. Sometimes a picture of a beautiful Wakandan flower. Mostly diary-like updates. You kept his room clean, changed the tapestry to a more colorful one, stole some more jumpers and maybe one of his throw blankets. "Sam told me you're a thief again?" He said when you finally video called after a month. "It's getting colder, your jumpers are the best, what else am I supposed to do?" You pouted. "I also see my throw blanket around you right now." He laughed. "I miss you, okay?" You said flustered. "I miss you too. Next time I'm gone I demand to steal something from you too." He grinned. "Alright," you agreed, "How are you doing?" "I think they only test one or two more times for stuff and then I'm gonna be back." "Prepare for the longest hug in the history of hugs." "Alright, darling. Ugh, I need to go. Annoy Sam for me, will you?" He smiled truly happy. "Of course. See ya, Buck."

"No, don't go back before punching. That gives me too much time for defense. Surprise effect." Sam explained to you while showing you some of the things he learned in the military. "So, like this?" You punched him and caught him off-guard. "Damn, girl. You're getting really bold around me, huh?" He smirked. "Thought Captain America could take a hit from someone like me." You chuckled. "Oh, you could easily win against me with the right training. I think Bucky would be hard for any agent or soldier." "Another point for me disliking Steve, thanks. Goes onto the list." "You have a list?" He asked impressed. "C'mon. Good doesn't mean sane." "You're more protective than I thought you'd be." He winked continuing the session. "Why wouldn't I? Physically I'm not a match, but mentally?" You smirked, diffusing a punch. "Fair point." He shrugged, dodging your next punch. "Gaaah." You threw yourself at him in a cuddle attack. "You tired?" He laughed catching you. "Yeah." "Sushi?" "Please."

With a gasp you woke up from a nightmare. A weird one too. Nothing made sense but it had involved your two roommates. After grabbing the water bottle on your bedside table and drinking from it you had calmed down, but not enough to fall back asleep. *I had a nightmare.* *Can't fall back asleep?* *No :c* *Sleep in my bed if it helps.* You had silently made your way to Bucky's room and laid down in his bed, surrounded by his smell. Something about that did wonders to get your eyelids heavy in an instant. The next morning you were greeted with wiggly eyebrows at the kitchen table. "You act like we don't have a nightmare routine." "Yeah, it's real cute. You should try seeing how oblivious you both are. Drives me insane." "Excuse me?" He held his hands up and stayed silent about it for the rest of the week.

You started sleeping only in his room after that day, since it just felt better for whatever reason. You really felt the parts of your day where he was missing. And one morning you finally woke up to arms being tightly wrapped around you with a face pressed into your back. "Bucky?" You whispered tired and turned around. "Hm?" He grumbled half asleep. "I missed you." You grinned squinting. "I missed you too, darling." He peaked his eyes open with a soft smile. You inhaled to say something but held yourself back from doing so. "Missed you more than anything." He grinned with his hand getting your messy hair under control. "Anything is a lot." You giggled. "I know, darling." He pulled you closer, having you in his personal space. "I slept way better in here." You smiled. "Really? Was it because of the bed or the stolen clothes?" He chuckled. "Both." Another giggle left you. "I really want to kiss you right now," he said with his eyes locked on yours. Words failed you and you nodded with a shy smile. Lips touched yours slow and hesitant, testing the waters, making sure you feel comfortable. "I waited so long to do this, god. I'm so madly in love with you." Everything just left him like a waterfall of words. "I love you too, Bucky." Your face lit up. "Sooo, we're gonna stay in this cocoon for a few more minutes?" His hand went down your side. "Of course, you idiot." You laughed. A few more minutes had turned into an hour. Spent with kissing, touching, giggling and content smiles. "You want french toast or not?" You sat up. "I want you...wait...that came out wrong." He laughed. "Oh no, Buck. You meant that the way you said it, player." You grinned. "I mean...it wasn't a lie." Innocent eyes landed on you. "You'd have to kick Sam out for that." You laughed and gave him a little wink, making him blush. "Maybeee I need 5 more minutes." He cleared his throat. "Alright. Good to know." You smirked before leaving the bed next to him warm, while he needed to calm down from any fantasies playing out in his head.

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bella! I don't know if you're taking requests/prompts? but if you ever feel like writing anything based on just friends by saint morgan, that'd be cool? xD (whichever ship you think it fits, but it reminds me of that cake fic you wrote based on "silent confessions at the foot of your bed") anyway yeah that's all

shal !! it took me two months but i finally got around to writing this. since you mentioned g&c cake i made it cake, and yes i did loop the song the entire time i was writing it (29 times!). also i have to say, EXCELLENT taste. listening to that song 29 times really made me love it. also i recommend listening to it while reading for optimal experience. anyway i hope i did it justice <3

They go to the river.

River is a generous word for what’s really a racing stream, but the ambience is nice. It’s a warm Tuesday in December, and Calum’s restless for adventure. Luke can tell — somehow Luke can always tell; Calum doesn’t think he’s an open book but Luke only needs to give him a critical once-over before he’s got Calum figured out — so Luke suggests they go to the river, and Calum eagerly agrees.

Neither of them bothers to put on better clothes for swimming. They’re not really planning to swim, though it might happen anyway. It’s just nice to be outside on a gorgeous day like this. And Calum will take any and all opportunities to spend time with Luke.

“Dare you to go in,” he says as they approach the bank. Luke laughs.

“Darers go first.”

“Fine.” There’s no way Calum’s getting in; it’s warm but not that warm, and he doesn’t want to be cold the rest of the afternoon. Maybe he can manipulate Luke into getting in, though. He’s seen Luke caught in a rainstorm before, so he knows from experience that nobody looks quite as pretty while drenched.

It’s too late for Calum to pretend he’s not thinking it, or convince himself that he doesn’t have the world’s worst crush on Luke, so he’s learning just to let himself indulge when he can.

“You so won’t,” Luke scoffs. Then he shrugs. “It’s nice out, though. Maybe in a little bit.”

Calum concedes this with a tilt of the head, and in tandem they sit down on the grass nearby, claiming a shady spot under a tall tree. Luke leans back, stretching his arms behind his head like a pillow, and closes his eyes. Calum props himself up on his elbow and watches Luke.

Some people are winter people, best framed against clean white snow and wrapped up in layers. Luke is a summer person. His skin gleams under the sun, eyes and sky competing to be bluest. T-shirts and shorts suit him best, and even hidden in the shade of the tree, he’s dappled with sunlight through the leaves. Pretty is hardly sufficient; he’s one of the most beautiful people Calum’s ever met, ever seen in his life.

They don’t talk for a minute. Luke’s eyes flutter open, as if by accident, but when he sees Calum they stay open. “What?”

“What, what?”

“Don’t stare at me,” Luke says, pink-cheeked.

“Are you uncomfortable?”

“No,” Luke says immediately, and then, “but just — don’t.”

Calum shifts so he’s on his back, side by side with Luke but not quite touching. “Fine, weirdo.”

“You’re the one who was staring!”

“Well, you’re the one who made it weird.”

“It’s weird to stare at your friends.”

“I don’t think it is. Not when they look like you.”

Luke is quiet. “Still,” he finally says, and that’s a soft rejection, but it had been a soft attempt anyway, so Calum takes it with a grain of salt.

Another couple minutes pass. It’s not humid, but the warmth lingering in the air makes Calum feel a bit drowsy, so he closes his eyes also, allowing them both to soak in the summer silence.

Luke breaks it by saying, “Um, this is a stupid question, but we’re really friends, right?”

Calum frowns without opening his eyes. “Of course we are,” he says. “That is a stupid question.”

“I guess you wouldn’t tell me if we weren’t,” Luke continues, like he hasn’t heard Calum.

“I wouldn’t be friends with you at all if we weren’t,” Calum argues. He opens his eyes and turns once again onto his side to look at Luke, who’s now gazing up at the branches above them. “What are you even saying?”

“I don’t know,” Luke says. He’s blushing deeply. “Never mind. Forget I said anything.”

“Why do you ask?” Calum presses. “What are you thinking about?”

Luke shakes his head. “Nothing. Never mind.”

It’s obviously not nothing — Luke’s leg is bouncing, the way it does whenever he gets nervous — but Calum can’t imagine he’ll get any further with the third degree, so he backs off.

“I’m gonna get in the water,” he decides. He’s not totally sure what makes him say it, but it gets the result he’d hoped for: Luke purses his lips and says, “Me too, then.”

They both get to their feet and brush themselves off. “Is there dirt on my back?” Calum asks, turning out and attempting to look over his shoulder.

Luke steps behind him. “A bit, yeah,” he says. With one hand he braces Calum’s shoulder, and the other brushes the dirt off Calum’s t-shirt. Calum swallows, trying not to squirm under Luke’s firm grasp. As soon as he’s done, Luke moves away, and Calum reaches for the collar of his shirt and pulls it off.

Luke makes a noise. “What are you doing?”

Calum turns to him. “I’m not getting my shirt wet, I’ll just be colder,” he says, drawing his eyebrows together.

Luke bites his lip. “Oh. That makes sense.”

It does make sense, but it also does exactly what Calum had intended. After a moment’s hesitation, Luke also tugs his shirt off, and they both head for the stream.

The current is slow today, and when Calum trudges into the water it goes up to the middle of his stomach. He bends his knees and watches Luke slowly wade in after him, staring once again. Luke is skinny, but there’s something sculpted about him, like none of him is by accident; like someone built him, or sketched him with a ruler and then brought him to life, clean lines and sharp edges. Calum is dying to touch him, just to see if his skin is as hot as the sunlight it’s made of, if dragging a hand down his arm makes him bleed, if his hair is as soft as it looks.

More than all of that, Calum wants to kiss him, so much he thinks he might lose his mind if he doesn’t get to.

Luke sinks low in the water, digging his heels into the riverbed so he doesn’t drift away. Calum lets the current bring him closer.

“Kinda cold,” Luke says, giggling. Calum looks at him and can’t look away.

“Kinda,” he says. “Bet you’re glad you’re not wearing a shirt now.”

“I am,” Luke acquiesces. “You’re a genius, Calum.”

“That is true. I am a genius.” There’s a pause. “You should dunk your head,” Calum says. “We should both. On three.”

“Really? You want to put your head in this water?”

“It’s just water.”

Luke ponders this but fails to come up with a decent counter-argument. “Fine,” he says. “Promise you’ll actually do it?”

“It was my idea,” Calum says, rolling his eyes. “Yes, I promise.”

“On three, then.” Luke bobs up and down. “One, two — three!”

True to his word, Calum submerges himself completely, then surfaces and shakes his head out. Luke has also kept his word, and his hair is plastered ridiculously to his forehead until he reaches up and pushes it back with one hand. The light is threading itself through the sheen of water over Luke’s shoulders and chest. Calum is helpless against it; Luke was made to be gazed at, and Calum is just a lucky spectator.

“You’re staring again,” Luke says quietly. Calum smiles and floats nearer to him.

“Yes I am,” he says easily. “You’re very easy to stare at.”

Luke’s cheeks turn red. “Don’t say things like that.”

“Why not?”

“Because,” Luke says, flustered. “Because — I don’t know.”

“Do you want me not to?”

“Not to…what?”

Calum bites his lip, waving a hand underwater and sending the flow this way and that. “Whatever it is you’re telling me not to do.”

Luke shakes his head. “It’s just — never mind.”

“You can tell me, you know,” Calum says. Luke’s not moving away, which is a good sign, so Calum straightens up. He feels like he’s towering over Luke until Luke also straightens up, and then, hesitantly, Calum takes a step closer. One more step and they’ll be touching; one more step for Calum to be the first person ever to make contact with the sun. “You don’t have to say never mind. I want to know.”

Luke looks away, down at the rocks and sand under their feet. “My mum says she thinks you’re trouble.”

That’s not what Calum had been expecting. “What?” he says, strained. “Why?”

“I don’t know,” Luke mumbles. “She says she thinks you’re going to be one of those people who takes the shy kid under their wing and then just ditches him a few weeks later. Like, one of those popular kids.”

Calum makes an offended noise. “I would never do that!”

“She’s looking out for me,” Luke says, and he sounds tired. “I mean, I…I’ve never really had close friends, so I think she’s just being overprotective. I don’t know. She got in my head. That’s why I asked you that, earlier.”

“Luke, I’d never. You know I’d never. We’re really friends. You’re one of my best friends.” Calum takes a deep breath. “You believe me, right?”

Luke finally lifts his gaze to meet Calum’s. “Yeah, I do. I just don’t think my mum will. I tried to tell her that and she wouldn’t listen.”

Calum is itching to take that last step, but there’s something stopping him. Maybe it’s just the look on Luke’s face. “Is she — does she hate me?”

Luke shrugs. “It’s more like she really doesn’t trust you. So…I guess that’s the same. Sorry, Calum. I mean — I like you, though. And I know she’s wrong.” Something occurs to Calum. “Does she know you’re with me right now?”

Luke laughs a bit, though it’s clear he doesn’t find it funny. “No, uh…I told her we’re not friends, anymore.” He winces. “I know that’s — I know that’s not — I’m a coward, you know? But —”

“It’s okay,” Calum says with difficulty. “You don’t want to upset her.”

“It’s more like I just wanted her to stop shit-talking you,” Luke says. “She doesn’t talk about you anymore, so.”

“That’s good.” Calum bites his lip, hesitant. “I thought you were going to say it was something to do with, like, hanging out with the gay kid or something.”

Luke’s face twists into an expression of horror. “No! Calum, no way.” He breathes a nervous laugh. “She couldn’t have a problem with that anyway. I also, um, like boys, and she’s never said anything about that.”

Calum blinks. “You do?”

Through the water, Calum can see Luke kicking up pebbles. “Yeah,” he says. “I thought I said.”

“You didn’t. Just boys, or…?”

“And girls,” Luke says. “But, um, it’s a bit — it’s not like I’ve ever dated anyone, or kissed anyone, or anything, so, you know, I could be wrong.”

“You’ve never kissed anyone?”

Luke blushes with his whole body, Calum notices, with distant amusement. It creeps up his neck and tints his ears before crossing his cheeks. “Uh, no.”

There’s a beat of silence, and Calum does a quick pro-con analysis, but in the end it’s nothing but hope and recklessness that makes him ask: “Do you want to?”

“Obviously I want to,” Luke says, rolling his eyes.

“No, I mean.” Calum licks his lips, which feel suddenly dry. “Do you want to right now. With me.”

The quiet that follows is the heaviest Calum’s ever been in. It stacks itself onto Calum’s shoulders, daring him to cave, to back down even an inch, but Calum just stands still and watches Luke. If he doesn’t want to, he can always say no. He has to know that Calum will back off if he says no.

Luke swallows hard. “Really?” Calum nods once, holding his breath. There’s another moment of silence while Luke studies his face, and finally he says, “Okay. If you’re sure.”

Calum’s never been more sure of anything in his life. At last the invisible barrier breaks down, and Calum takes the final step to bridge the distance between them. “Stop me if, um, whenever,” he says. Luke nods. Calum settles his hands delicately on Luke’s shoulders — electricity racing up his arms — and Luke moves his hands uncertainly around for a second, so Calum grabs his wrists and settles them on his own waist. “Okay?”

“Sorry,” Luke mutters. Calum shakes his head, a small smile on his face.

“It’s all good,” he says. “Can I…”

Luke nods slowly, so Calum wastes no time. He leans in and Luke meets him in the middle, and for a second everything in the world stops moving, stops existing, except Luke’s mouth on Calum’s, clumsy and unsure but decidedly Luke, who Calum’s wanted to kiss basically since they met.

Not only is it exceptional for a first kiss, it’s exceptional for a kiss at all. Calum quickly wraps his arms around Luke’s neck and Luke’s wind around Calum’s waist, pressed together at almost every point. Despite the chill from the breeze catching on their damp skin, Calum feels like he’s on fire. If this is what it’s like to touch the sun, Calum never wants to stop. He’d burn himself up to kiss Luke forever.

Though Luke had been tentative at first, he surrenders immediately when Calum slides his tongue over Luke’s bottom lip, with a small sigh that makes Calum’s heart skip a beat, or cease altogether. Around them, the current pushes the two of them impossibly closer together; when Luke’s tongue finds its way into Calum’s mouth, Calum fails to suppress a shiver, and immediately Luke breaks away, concerned.

“Are you cold?” he asks breathlessly.

Calum laughs and shakes his head. “Not even a little bit,” he says, and pulls Luke back in.

The feeling of Luke under his fingertips is overwhelming, and Calum is sure that without the kiss grounding him, he’d float away entirely, or disintegrate, or burst into flames. He feels like he’ll do one of those things as it is, or maybe all three. Kissing Luke is also overwhelming, but in a completely different way, because it’s a two-way street. He’s kissing Luke, but Luke is also kissing him.

(Shamelessly, hungrily, lips and teeth and tongue against Calum’s. Calum has a hard time believing that this is Luke’s first kiss. Nobody should be this good on their first try.)

Eventually, and with a gasp, Luke breaks it again. Calum chases his lips for a last kiss, something soft, because as far as he knows he’ll never get to kiss Luke again. It fills him with dread to think it, but this had ostensibly only been a first-kiss offer, and now they’ve checked that box.

(They’ve destroyed the box. The box is in tatters. The box isn’t even recognizably a box anymore.)

Both of them stand there, unmoving as the stream brushes up against their skin, breathing heavily in each other’s space. Calum can’t think of anything at all to say, and Luke says nothing either; for a long time they just stay there, reluctant to separate and equally reluctant to shatter the silence. If they acknowledge it, then they have to move past it. Calum doesn’t want that. He wants to live in this moment for the rest of his life, to always be suspended in the moment just after kissing Luke, when he can still taste him.

Luke opens his mouth finally, and what he says is, “Oh. Um. Thank you.”

Despair floods Calum. “It wasn’t a favor,” he blurts out. Luke frowns in confusion. “I wanted to. I’ve wanted to kiss you for a long time. We don’t have to again if you don’t want to, but you should know.”

Luke exhales. “Oh.” His gaze skids lower, away from Calum’s eyes. Calum becomes hyper-aware of how close they still are. Luke hasn’t made any effort to move away, and Calum certainly doesn’t want to. That has to be a good sign, right? “I — um.” He takes a sharp breath. “My mum…”

Fuck. Luke’s fucking mum. Calum’s never hated anyone more. “So don’t tell her,” Calum says.

Luke looks up at him. “I couldn’t do that to you. I don’t want to be with you like that.”

For a second, Calum’s throat closes up with the bulk of words building up, question marks all trying to force their way between his teeth, tangling up his tongue. “Wh— do you want to be with me at all?”

“Of course I do,” Luke says timidly. “I’m just. I don’t know.” He shakes his head. “It’s kind of scary.”

“Yeah,” Calum says, infusing his voice with as much comfort as he can muster while reeling from the force of Luke’s answer. Of course I do. “Yeah. It’s scary. Sure. Especially if it’s a secret. If it’s too, um, too much — I don’t want to put you in a position —”

“No, no,” Luke says. “I’m saying I want to anyway.” The blush has taken up permanent residence on his face, but somehow Luke’s voice is clear and unflinching. “If it’s okay with you, then it’s okay with me.”

Calum wavers. “Are you sure, Luke? It’s kind of a, you know.”

“I’m sure,” Luke says firmly. His eyes flit around Calum’s face, maybe searching for something. “We should probably, like, get out of the…the water.”

Calum tightens his arms around Luke’s neck, leaning his forehead against Luke’s. His heart is beating irregularly, and it might be from the cold, but it’s probably not. “Or we could not.”

Luke chuckles weakly. “We’ll catch cold or something.”

“It’s December,” Calum says, barely a breath. “Live a little.”

Luke doesn’t answer him, but he surges forward and kisses Calum with none of the reservations he’d had minutes earlier, and if the current washed them both away right now, or sunk them under and mysteriously claimed their lives, Calum knows he’d die happy.

#calum hood #luke hemmings #cake #cake fic #5sos #5sos fic #fic #my fic #i am queueing this lol #so i have no idea when it'll post lmao but i'm queuing (queueing?) it on october 29 at 8:30pm #so. that'll be fun whenever it posts #shal i have to say. GREAT song #the VIBES of this fic. especially with the song on a loop. mmmm #well chosen. VERY well chosen #also shoutout to iba for literally listening to the song with me....like.......just listening with me to just friends on a loop #iba i can't believe you did that you're the best and i would kill for you #i don't know if this shares the vibes of the g&c fic but i hope it satisfies anyway #xoxoxoxo i am breezing through these #i might move it up in the queue so it doesnt go after my currently 32 queued posts #we'll see #who KNOWS what i'll do! not me that's for sure #and now i am going to go make myself some ramen for dinner #bye lol #wheniminouterspace #ask #answered

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Peter Parker - See the light (3)

First of all, I’m so sorry I’ve been so absent... The posting schedule won’t be active anymore, I will post whenever I can; once a week, maybe twice, maybe none. I’m sorry to say this, but I’ve started the last part of my college degree, where I have an intership in a school, with the same duties as a teacher; besides working and finishing my final project. I will answer all your asks once I have time, I promise! I got them all

Small sneak peek

First part

Second part

Plot: Peter and you leave the tower, with different intentions and goals.

The sound of your own pounding heart was all that filled your ears. You weren’t sure if you could have a heart-attack so soon, but you were currently wrapped up in a mental battle over if you were suffering from one or not. Bellow you, Peter was already climbing down the tower. You had suggested giving him a lift down, but he had seemed almost repulsed by the idea of you using your own hair as some sort of transportation device.

So, you were standing on the edge of the window still, leaned into the open air and staring at the ground bellow. The valley surrounding the tower was lush and full of live, and everything practically glowed with invitation. The world called for you.

“You coming, darling?” Peter called up, sounding agitated.

You let out a exhale, hands feeling clammy as they only gripped your hair tighter. On your shoulder, you could feel Pascal grip his tiny claws into your dress, and you knew that you were ready for take-off.

You glanced back into the tower. Somehow, it almost looked smaller. Darker. Something not familiar; as if you didn’t expend all those years confined to those few walls. Eyes screwed shut, and one foot step into thin air, you fell. A scream built up in your throat at the feeling of being weightless and the sudden plummet, but then the scream of fear turned into joy; you were laughing.

When your feet touched the ground, the laugh was genuine, and you had to restrain from cackling. There was grass touching your skin, and yet, you weren’t falling over dead, like she said. Dirt was staining the bottoms of your dress, but you had never felt more alive. So far, everything she had said was wrong.

“You okay?” Peter asked, raising an eyebrow at your sudden joyous outburst.

“Is the rest of the world like this?” you exclaimed, spinning and bouncing through the lawn.

“Like what?”

“Soft. Safe” you continued to move across the land. “Warm?”

Peter chuckled, and started to pick up the hair that was being trailed by his feet. As you moved, your hair fell behind you, and Peter found himself not minding picking it up.

“That would be the sun. But the safety aspect is a little touch and go”

“It’s exactly like I dreamed it!”

“You don’t get out much, do you?”

You leaned down and picked up the rest of your hair, the locks easily spilling out of your arms. Since you remembered, your hair had been long and thick. It used to help your mother to heal herself every once in a while, but you were tired. You were tired of protecting it without any reason at all, of letting it grow to be of use for your mother, and to have to take care of it, even if it hurt. You scooped it all back into your grasp before walking towards the exit.

Peter had no choice but to follow you, finding your pace a bit fast for his liking.

“How much hair is this?” he asked, eyeing the mass.

“Don’t know, never bother to measure” you shrugged, a smile stretching wide across your face. You didn’t have a feeling that it would be leaving anytime soon.

“Any specific reason why you don’t just cut it?”

You didn’t bother to answer, because telling a complete stranger that your hair had magic properties wasn’t the best idea. Your mother might had been wrong about the whole ‘outside dangers’, but you were still wary about it. Instead, you ran towards the end of the tunnel, out of the field where the tower was.

The bright sun hit your face as soon as you stepped out of the tunnel, and the shadows of the trees casted above you. Besides being wonderful, it was also scary. Peter walked behind you, placing the plants right to cover the entrance of the tunnel.

While he did so, you contemplated the exterior. Everything finally seemed to crash into you, and you were lucky that you didn’t topple over after.

“I did it” you muttered. “I actually did it”

“W-what?” Peter asked, sounding genuinely concerned. It sounded a little crazy.

“I really did it.”

“I don’t think we’re on the same –“Peter cut himself off, and smirked. “You mean betraying your mother? Yeah, you did.”

“What?” you turned towards him, still smiling. “I didn’t-“

“What will she thinks when she comes back and doesn’t see you? She’ll be mad. Best think you could go, is to go back”

“Oh, mother will be furious” the smile fell form your lips. “She’ll lock me forever, she’ll kill me…. God, this will kill her! I have to go back!”

You span around and started running back in the direction of the tower, doubts and fears filling your mind. Peter put out a hand just in time and stopped you, covering the exit with his body. He wasn’t that tall, but he was taller and definitely broader than you. You just looked up at the boy, frightened, tears threatening to spill.

And you saw something in Peter; hope, probably. Or something conniving. With a little shake of his head, as if to clear his thoughts, he talked again.

“Okay, that was rude. I’m sorry. Probably shouldn’t have said anything about her after hearing the whole ‘locked me in a tower’ monologue before. I’m sorry” Peter tried to give you a reassuring smile. “This could be good. A little rebellion, you’ll be back. That’s normal.”

“Really?” you looked at him with weary eyes, and even Pascal, raised a brow. “You did it too?”

“Um, yeah?” he shrugged, trying to think of something. “I-I, uh, once I lied to my mentor, Mr Stark, so I could go to a fun fair. It was – damn, it was amazing. And I met my best friend there, and had a lot of fun. He was a little mad, but he understood. I’m sure your mother will too”

Besides, I need the crown if I want to have a life wherever I decided to run off to.

“Yeah” you smiled hesitantly. “I, it’s my first time. And we’re coming back before she’s back”

“Of course, promise; and I never break mines neither” Peter winked at you, suddenly happy too. There was once again the trustworthy attitude he was going to get advantage of, if everything went well. “Now, are you hungry? I know the perfect place. Real homemade. Ideal for people like you”

“Where?”

“Oh, don’t worry. I’ll take you there”

Pascal huffed in your shoulder, and glared at Peter. The boy was glad the chameleon was the only one noticing that the place wasn’t going to be ‘ideal’.

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“Now, if my intuition is correct – and it always is – I would say the place should be somewhere around here” Peter said as you continued to walk through the forest.

Your stomach growled in protest, and you tried to hide it as you walked faster; Peter had been saying the place was somewhere around for the past twenty minutes, and your feet were starting to hurt. Through the short journey, you had gotten to talk to him for a while; he was a boy from the landside, who lived with his aunt and uncle. He didn’t talk much about them, but he did talk about his mentor, Mr Stark. A kind man, an inventor, who took care of Peter and taught him everything he did.

The boy had him in a very high place, but as soon as you asked him about what was of him now, he shut up.

Finally, you found the place. Sitting in front of them was a building that looked like a ramshackle house. The whole place seemed to be leaning forward, while the windows varied in size, and the door looked two sized too small in its crooked frame. On the front of the building, was a hanging sign that swayed slightly in the breeze. In lopsided, yellow letters it could be read:

THE SNUGGLY DUCKLING

“I knew it” Tony said, gesturing at the restaurant like it was a prized possession.

“It – it doesn’t look like a duckling. I thought, uh, they were cute?” you asked, staring at the building sceptically. You were then noticing how many of the windows were completely shattered.

“Prime dinning!” Peter said and started to push you forward.

You had to scramble to pick up your hair so the boy didn’t step on it, and soon you were in front of the tavern. When the door swung open, your stomach dropped. Staring back at you were about a dozen or so faces all cast into dim shadow. Half of them gave you toothy smiles; the other half sneered in Peter’s direction.

Peter smirked besides you; if those men weren’t enough reason for you to go back to the tower and abort the mission, giving him the crown, he didn’t know what would work.

“We’ll take your biggest table” Peter announced, like he wasn’t meeting face to face with a brood blood-covered ruffians.

He started to guide you into the bar, pushing you slightly by the lower of your back. A pretty big man with a moustache was sharpening knives, and another one was casually playing with a big sword, as broad as his shoulders. There was one with nothing more than a diaper, long white beard and crazy eyes, that was drowning himself in beer. And – were that rats?

Before leaving the tower, you had decided to bring the pan with you; and you held it out in front of you like a sword, hand trembling despite your attempts to calm it.

“Ah, take it all, darling” Peter said, sounding completely oblivious. “This – this is a true dining establishment, only the best. Do you smell that? Is that – wow, look at that, Y/N! That looks like a human bone!”

Suddenly, there was a tug at your head, and you could feel someone running their hands through it.

“That’s a lot of hair” a deep voice says, and you looked back in panic to see a man with a Viking helmet and nearly no eyes.

“I know, she’s letting it grow” Peter shrugged, as you kept accumulating your hair in your arms at a crazy speed. “She – oh, is that blood in your moustache? Sure that’s a lot of blood!”

You were launched backwards when the hair was finally out of his grasp, and scrambled away from the leering patrons that kept looking at you. Peter smiled at you and kept walking ahead, trying to seem not-scared; although he was starting to get nervous. There were a lot people there who wanted him dead, probably, and the less it took him to convince you to go back the better.

So he pulled you closer to his side.

“Hey, you okay, darling? You don’t look so good” Peter asked, mock concern plastered to his face. “If you’re not feeling well, we might call it quits. Head home and call it a day, probably. After all, if you can’t handle this five-stars place maybe –“

He didn’t get to finish the sentence, as he was grabbed around the neck by a muscular man with a big, crooked nose. He was also wearing a Viking helmet, and without thinking much you hid behind Peter and held up your pan. Pascal hid between your hair and emitted scared noises.

“Is that you?” the man asked, holding out a poster for Peter to see.

On it, a drawing of Peter stood. It was well done, minus the nose. The draw was wearing a ridiculous long and pointed nose that couldn’t be even real, and that looked nothing like the handsome boy you had found in the tower. Peter rolled his eyes and sighed, shoulders slumping.

“Oh, now they’re just being mean” Peter said.

“Oh, it’s him alright” the fat one appeared from behind you, laughing and showing his missing teeth. “Greta, so find some guards!”

A guy that looked more than a tree than a human dashed out of the door; and then, someone else was grabbing Peter’s arms, and your attention was back on the scene. Peter’s face was turning red as his eyes darted back and forth between the people holding him.

“I could use the money!”

“What about me? I’m broke!”

The ruffians started to throw each other to the ground, Peter in the middle being thrown over and over again to people’s arms, who were debating between selling him part by part or giving him away to the guards. Meanwhile, you were trying to shout them away, falling on deaf ears as no one gave you a thought. Some of them were kind enough to try and not to step on your hair, or to push you around, but others just wanted to grab a piece of Peter and run.

The bald one was getting ready to punch Peter unconscious, sick smile on his lips and hearing to the encouragement of his ‘friends’. As Peter pleaded them not to hit the jaw, someone pushed a man on his side and both fell to the ground. Just then, you got the courage back and broke a stool on the counter; that boy was helping you, and not only he had been ‘kind’ but he was your only way of seeing the flying lights.

Everyone was looking at you.

“Let him go!” you demanded, more angry than scared. “I’m tired and I have no idea where I am, and I won’t ever get to where I need to without his help! Tonight the lanterns fly, and I have been dreaming about seeing them ever since I was small. Come on! Stop being ruffians for one second and help me out. Don’t any of you know what’s like to have a dream?”

The man who was holding Peter let him go, and the poor boy fell to the floor in a coughing fit. You were about to run back to the tower and hide under the bed for at least forty years when the mand stepped towards you, all the bravery gone. A dirty finger was pointed your way, and you whined.

“Don’t accuse me of not dreaming, girl. Because I… I have a dream. I wanted to be a pianist!” he screamed out, and everyone looked surprised. “Wanted to be on the stage, to play with the biggest. But I’m not exactly the nicest, don’t have the most welcoming smile.”

As if he had opened a box, everyone there started to say their dreams out loud; from finding love to building a house on their own, from eternal beer to being an inventor. The general mood improved, and you found yourself smiling slightly as the biggest of them all said he wanted to be a professional dancer. Even Peter, who had been quiet and trying to sneak off, participated.

You listened how he talked about money and about living somewhere bright and sunny, an island; but even if you hadn’t known him for long, you knew the boy held more secrets than anyone in the room.

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