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bakuliwrites · 2 years ago

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Milk and Honey- Kento Nanami

Rating: 18+ (MINORS DNI)

Fandom: Jujutsu Kaisen

Relationship: Kento Nanami x Unnamed OC (or Reader, you can interpret it either way! :) I didn't really have any particular OC in mind, I sort of just wrote and this is what came out)

Summary: There is nothing cursed in this room. Instead, this bedroom is a sanctum. A haven for their love. Nothing can taint it. Nothing can corrupt or befoul it. It is precious and sacred. Her heart, her soul, is his refuge. And his, hers.

Nanami and his beloved enjoy a peaceful, sultry afternoon together.

Tags: PIV, Lactation K*nk, Breastfeeding, Fluff, Smut, Comfort S*x, Praise K*nk, Body Worship, Honey Play, NANAMI NEEDS TO RELAX

A/N: Ooops, I wrote another Nanami fic. I can't stop myself. Oh, Kento Nanami <3 He deserves all the soft and peaceful and wonderful things in the world. He's such a sweetheart <3 I really couldn't resist writing a soft, fluffy, smutty fic for him. Something where he can just bask in the afternoon sunlight and make plans with his beloved for a bright future. As always, thank you for reading! Likes and reblogs are always greatly appreciated. Stay tuned for more Nanami content. Lots of love <3

Read here in this post or over on my AO3.

Honey trickles down the supple flesh of her bosom, clinging to the pert buds of her nipples like drops of amber. A bead lingers, glistening golden in the hazy afternoon light. What Kento wouldn’t give to be enveloped in this tranquil moment forever. Caught in her sultry gaze. He had wanted to try something new. She’d said, “Why not make it a little bit more exciting?”

So here they are, basking in the gilded beams of sun that filter through the delicate gossamer curtains of their shared bedroom. Kento kneels before her on the bed, awestruck like he was the very first time they made love. He sits patiently, deep brown eyes filled with a wonderment he’ll probably never rid himself of. He will always be bewitched by her, body and soul. A coy smile tugs at her lips, mischief glimmering in her irises as she drizzles sweet amber across her bosom. Plenty for him to enjoy, but not too much. Honey hangs on her collarbone, a bejeweled, confectionary adornment.

She beckons him closer, done with her solitary activity, ready for him to partake. Her lips are the first thing to greet him, tongue tracing his, begging quietly for entrance. As he deepens the kiss, her soft moans into him are enough to send him reeling. Kento feels desperate for her, needy and immensely deprived. Her hands at the nape of his neck, clutching at the short hairs and tugging ever so slightly, make him huff. She giggles, delighting in Kento’s tragic mewling as she draws him back towards the pillows with her. She lays on one side, head resting in the heavenly pile of pillows she’s created, directing Kento to lay facing her.

Kento’s hands never leave her, and his lips trail up and down her chest. Her scent is intoxicating, her skin silky and smooth. Kento tries to memorize her body with each pass of his large hands over her curves. Though in the years they’ve known and loved one another, he's already memorized her form perfectly.

"No harm in refreshing your memory," she giggles, eliciting a rumbly laugh from him. Every piece of her is beautiful. His lips trail along the stretch marks on her stomach and thighs, honoring each one with gentle kisses. He traces the pale white lines that radiate out from her areolas, marks of the hard work her swollen breasts are doing. She winces a little at his touch.

"I'm sorry, my dearest," he apologizes, ghosting a kiss against each of her nipples, droplets of honey dappling his lips, "I couldn't resist."

She chuckles, reassuring him that she's alright. Kento busies himself kneading the tender flesh of her hips, luxuriating in her soft sighs, licking his lips of the bits of honey that cling to them. Her laugh graces his ears once again as he tickles the sensitive spot just behind her ears, leaving tiny love bites along her neck.

“Kento, my darling, you’re too good to me,” she praises, and he feels heat blooming across his cheeks. She’s always so forthcoming with her praise. He hardly feels he deserves it, but she insists he does.

“You don’t know what you do to me,” he returns, stealing one last kiss from her supple lips before settling in beside her.

“Ready, my love?” she coos, cheeks rosy and eyes bright with affection. Kento, a man of few words, merely nods. This had been his idea, and he was glad she was on board. She's always treating him, always helping to wash away the stresses of his day. Life as a sorcerer is filled with so much peril. But she is always a place of safety, a place of peace. Kento wants to help her now. And, he thinks to himself, this will no doubt be relaxing for the both of them. Comforting and calming. Relieving.

“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” she goes on, a flash of worry in her eyes, “I don’t want it to be- I don’t know… I don’t want you to feel like you have to.”

“I want to do this,” Kento returns, cupping her face in his hands, the pads of his thumbs caressing her cheeks, “You’ve been in so much pain lately. So, as long as you’re okay with it-”

“I am,” she beams, “I’m ready.”

Kento settles himself in. The fresh linens are cool on his overheated skin. Her perfume is heady in his nose and he wouldn't have it any other way. He gazes up at her through hooded lashes, eyes bright with adoration. The look she returns is one of deep affection, a small smile scrunching up the corners of her eyes. Kento is enamored. His lips close around her nipple, taste buds drawn in by the sweet taste of honey before he suckles and is hit with a burst of a new kind of succor. Her milk is sweet and slightly sour, filling him with warmth. She gasps softly before lightly raking her fingers through the short blonde strands of his hair.

His calloused hands grasp her hips, pull her closer to him. Kento can feel her fingers dance down his ribs, tickle his stomach, and graze the hair just below his navel. He’s hard already, he can’t help it. The mere proximity of her, the tenderness of her touch, drinking her in, it’s all swirling around his mind. Building in his core, a lambent flame threatening to burst into a wildfire. Milk and honey dance on his tongue, while her fingers wrap around his cock.

“Do you want me to?” she whispers, breath catching in her throat. Kento pulls back for air, his response a sloppy, desperate kiss against her lips.

“Yes,” he manages to breathe before diving back into her swollen tits. His nerves are electric. The gentle tickle of her nails grazing his scalp. Every tender caress along all his battle scars. Her skillful hands at his groin. This moment is voltaic, charged with an energy Kento has only ever felt with her. When she leans down to press her lips to the top of his head, her hair creates a curtain hiding his face. Sunlight filters through the strands. There is nothing cursed in this room. Instead, this bedroom is a sanctum. A haven for their love. Nothing can taint it. Nothing can corrupt or befoul it. It is precious and sacred. Her heart, her soul, is his refuge. And his, hers.

She strokes, up and down, the slow rhythmic motion of her hand aided by a bit of lube from the tube beside their bed. Kento drinks and she pumps. His husky grunts mingle with her tiny, pleasured moans. His fingers find their way to her heat, circling her clit in slow rotations.

“Kento,” she whimpers, and it’s music to his ears. He switches now to her other breast, hoping he’s helped to relieve her even just a little bit. He hadn’t realized how much he would like this, how much she would like this. But this is bliss. She picks up her pace, and he follows suit, thumb circling her clit faster while he slips two fingers into her entrance.

“Ah!” she gasps, “Kento, I need you.”

He manages to grunt softly in response, breath fanning against her breast. He’s not quite done yet, but he will be soon. He has to be soon, or he won’t last much longer. Kento can already feel his cock twitching in her hands, and her walls shuddering around his fingers.

“I need you inside me, my love,” she entreats, huffy little breaths escaping her lips. He needs to be inside her. He withdraws his fingers, pulls back from suckling, and almost smashes his lips to hers. Their kisses are hungry, messy and desperate. He hovers over her, his deep brown eyes meeting her sparkling irises. Breathless and flushed, she is a vision. She smiles up at him, the world brightening with her.

“You’re beautiful, Kento,” she beams, hands resting on the sharp angles of his cheekbones. Butterflies in his stomach is an understatement. His heart wants to pound straight out of his chest. He turns his head ever so slightly to press a lingering kiss into the palm of her hand.

“I’m spellbound by you,” he returns, and with this, she draws him in, crashing her lips against his. Slowly, he sheathes himself in her, pausing for a moment to allow her to adjust to his girth. Her legs wrap around his hips and press him flush against her. She holds him there for a moment, kiss after kiss searing against his lips, keeping him buried deep inside her. This is the closest their physical forms could ever be, and still, it doesn’t feel like enough.

When she draws back for air and loosens her legs on his hips, Kento swipes his finger through some of the remaining honey on her breast and offers it to her. Gently, she laps it up, tongue swirling around the tip of his finger. Kento sucks in a breath, a burst of fire in his core. With this, he pumps into her, rhythmic and slow. He wants to take his time in worshipping her body. They rock their hips together, smooth like the swell of ocean waves. It fills him with serenity, with fire.

There's a slight chill in the air, but it's warm in the house. The droning of cicadas fades into the background, the last vestiges of summer clinging desperately to the diminishing heat of the season. But all Kento can hear is his darling's soft moans and the whispered proclamations of love passed back and forth between them.

“My darling,” he huffs, rolling his hips against hers, “I adore you.”

“And I, you,” she returns, eyes fluttering shut, her release imminent. The fire in him builds, the coil in her tightens. Her breasts bounce with each pump into her. Her breath is shallow, her moans needy. Kento grips the sheets tight, his pace becoming erratic.

“Faster,” she implores him, fingernails digging into his back. He picks up his pace. So close. So close. He hits deeper and deeper inside her, and all of a sudden, her coil bursts with his flames.

“Kento!” she cries, lyrical and lovely. He calls out her name just as melodious, adoration and love filling his voice. Kento buries his head in the crook of her neck, the sensation of her fingernails digging into the taut muscles of his back an utter delight. Her walls shudder around him as he releases into her. Stars dot his vision and electricity runs through his veins. Shakily, he stays inside her, allowing himself to catch his breath. They cling to one another, not ready to let go.

Finally, when Kento does manage to pull himself from her, he watches as his cum drips down her thighs and onto the sheets. He’s about to get up to clean up his mess, but she holds out a hand to stop him.

“Stay for a minute,” she entreats, pulling him down to join her where she rests. Kento’s skin feels like it’s on fire when he flops down on the mattress next to her, sensitive and prickly. But he wants her close, even still. She rests on his chest, sticky honey clinging to them both. Silence passes between them, comfortable and warm. The room is hazy with sunlight, tiny dust motes floating in the beams, hovering weightless in the sun's gilded tendrils. This languid afternoon is everything Kento has needed. He is renewed in her embrace, refreshed in this tranquility.

“Can I help clean you up?” Kento offers after a while.

“Kento Nanami, always a gentleman,” she teases, giving him a small peck on the cheek, “I would love some help.”

He runs to the bathroom, preps some warm washcloths for her, and tidies up the mess he made. He uses another one to wipe the remaining honey from her bosom.

“Thank you, my darling,” she praises, as he lifts her into his lap. She fits so perfectly there, her heat against his groin, supple thighs straddling his.

Carding her fingers through his hair, she presses her lips featherlight to his cheekbones before closing her eyes and resting her forehead against his.

“I am the luckiest woman in the world,” she whispers.

“And I’m an even luckier man,” Kento returns, to which she chuckles.

"Hmmm," she hums, snuggling up closer. Kento runs his hand lazily through her hair, the feeling of her soft locks caressing each of his fingers an absolute joy.

"Let's go away," she mumbles with a smile, "To that beach we've always talked about. We can sift through the tide pools and read books in the sand."

Kento beams, eyelids shut in utter contentment.

"That would be lovely."

#nanami kento #jujutsu kaisen #nanami kento x oc #kento nanami #nanamin #dani writes #jujutsu kaisen fanfic #jjk #my fanfiction #spicy #tw: lactation k*nk #lemon #nanami kento x you #nanami kento x reader

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chaoticevilorange · 2 years ago

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Hello!! It's me again, whenever you have the chance could you make a Haikyuu teams one with a mom manager that's always so sweet, kind and caring to them. That one day just snaps, not at them but at someone else? And they're like "🧍🏽😃😨😍🛐🥲". You can choose why they snap but I feel like it would be funny to see their reaction >:D

I love the idea! I think I might write about all the teams in the future but for now I want to focus on shiratorizawa's team, because they seem like the kind in need of someone sweet in contrast with their coach 👀

Our sweet manager

Training was taking a toll on everyone, the team could feel the exhaustion. Practice, running laps, practice, stretch, practice, they weren't feeling well. School activities passed by like any other day. At the end of the day Goshiki became the target of the school bullies, he was too tired to do anything, he wasn't even listening, he stood there with a blank face while his team approaches to begin a new day of practice, his sweet manager was walking ahead of the team ready to greet the 1st year when she hears something that snapped all the goodness of her heart.

Yes, you're very sweet, calm, collected, soft spoken, caring, all the things you could picture in a mother figure, some of them whisper you're 'wife material' but they quickly shut up before their coach could catch them gushing about you, they're afraid you might get 'fired' for becoming a distraction without you knowing.

Hearing the cruel jokes about Goshiki your face passed from your usual sweet smile to a silent death glare that screamed 'murder'. Approaching the bullies you step in the middle, Goshiki was at your back and the bullies in front. Dropping your bag, you walk towards the offender and punched him in the guts making him fall to their knees holding his stomach, you grab his collar forcefully making him look at you. Your voice is like didn't belong to you, was a dry low tone that caressed of all the sweet emotions you usually display "next time I'll cut your balls off and keep them on a jar as a souvenir, don't ever, EVER, get close to Goshiki-kun again, is it clear?" The bullies nodded quickly taking his friend away, they disappeared at the speed of light. Worried you turn at Goshiki frowning, checking and cupping his face gently "are you okay? Goshiki-kun you should told us you were being harassed, when did this started? Are they your classmates?". Unbeknownst to you there is a very shocked team behind you while Goshiki is very flustered to having your soft hands cradling his face, the poor 1st year doesn't even know why you punched the other guy.

Reactions;

- Semi didn't even knew it was possible to get slightly aroused by something like this, he thinks he might have discovered a new kink

- Goshiki is shocked and is silently praying to never get in your bad side ever, is low-key concerned about your hand, can't believe you have a strong arm

- Ushijima is shocked but his freatures didn't display anything but fondness, a small and rare smile present on his face

- Satori who obviously is laughing is seriously thinking about asking you to be his personal body guard

- Shirabu is kind of jealous of Goshiki, but at the same time doesn't want you to put yourself in situations like this often, he wants to see you smile

- The rest seem to have unlocked a whole new set of emotions towards you, the sweet badass and lovely manager

Hope you enjoy and thanks for reading 🐨💖✨ I don't know the names of all team members but at the same time I don't think they are popular as the ones I mentioned 🤔 I have like 3 minor characters I'm very fond of but... It's like they don't have fandom at all 😂

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu scenarios #🐨 imagines #hq ushijima #hq satori #hq semi #hq goshiki #hq shirabu #hq shiratorizawa #hq manager!reader

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wolfwarden · 2 years ago

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Whumptober Day 30 - "Please don't touch me."

Word count: 1,503 Fandom: Linked Universe Characters: Sky & Wind

“Sky, you gotta teach me that move!”

Sky jumps as Wind hurls himself down by his side, rocking the log he was perched on and nearly upsetting the food in Sky’s lap. Using both hands to steady his bowl, he gives Wind a curious look.

“You know!” Wind elbows him good-naturedly, a wild grin on his face. “The one you used on the Yiga from before.”

“Oh.” Sky smiles stiffly back. “Y-yeah. That was… that was exciting.”

“Right?! He appeared out of nowhere. Just poof-” Wind’s hands gesticulate dramatically as he retells the events from a scant two hours ago, “and then he’s there, an assassin right behind you!”

Sky’s smile remains fixed in place but the edges of his bowl press a little deeper into his hands. The other heroes have long finished their own dinners and moved on to other activities, only Wind lingering around Sky and his now-cold food. Sky had wondered at that, Wind not being one to just sit around if he could help it, but it’s now evident why.

Wind continues, his natural tendency toward storytelling sweeping him into the tale. “I didn’t even notice him until I turned and saw that crazy eye mask right over your shoulder.”

Sky can’t help the shudder that rolls through him, but he manages to keep his face blank, showing no hint of the revulsion that fills him. If he lets his mind wander, he'll feel the phantom press of pale fingers clutching at his shoulder, of unhinged laughter harsh against his ears, of intrusive breath puffing against his cheek-

“I wish I could teleport,” Wind sighs dramatically. “Wouldn’t that be so cool? Just a simple-” Wind’s hand rises to illustrate his point, fingers producing the sound of a sharp SNAP.

Sky jolts, spine snapping straight as old wounds seem to burn anew. His head half turns before he catches himself, helpless against the urge to check behind him.

“Oh, Sky, you dropped your food.” Wind dives down to gather up the spilled bowl. “I can get you more-”

“No,” Sky shakes his head, “I wasn’t hungry anyway.” With nothing to hold on to, Sky’s hands begin to tremor. He stuffs them under legs, letting his own weight press them into stillness against the tree bark.

Wind puts the bowl aside. “Really? Well, why don’t you come spar with the rest of us.” He gestures to the far side of camp where the other heroes are gathered in a clearing past the trees.

Sky can hear the clang of swords and the occasional angry word as competitive tempers flare. He doesn’t think he has it in him today to spar. He hears Warriors call out a friendly jeer, and his stomach twists tighter in a knot that formed hours ago and won't release him. The afterimage of black diamonds flit across his vision. Squeezing his eyes shut, he tries to shake off the jittery feeling.

“If you come you could show me that move?” Wind hops to his feet. “But only If you want. Oh, but it was just so cool! You whipped around so fast and had your sword drawn on the guy before he could even-”

Wind’s flailing hand hooks into Sky’s shoulder and blinding panic whites out Sky's every thought. He shouts, rocketing backward, kicking out blindly as he tumbles to the leaf-strewn ground.

He hears a body hit the ground with a grunt and has to remind himself to 'breathe, just breathe. Look, it’s only-' “Wind!" The boy is staring up at Sky with wide-eyed shock. "Oh no! I’m so sorry!” Sky is a flutter of apologies as he crawls forward to check the damage he's caused.

But Wind waves him back, already clambering to his feet. “’S all right, Sky. You only nicked me.”

“You’re holding your side!” Sky protests, flushed red with shame as his heart still thunders away. “And I shouldn’t have done that! I- I wouldn’t do that, I didn’t realize it was you-”

“Well, who did you think I was?”

The question is asked with a breathy laugh, only seeking to cut the tension, but Sky freezes, kneeling in the fall leaves with hands outstretched. “I-” he gapes at Wind, feeling foolish. “Nobody. I’m sorry, Wind. I shouldn’t have… reacted so strongly.” Another shout sounds from beyond the trees quickly accompanied by laughter. Sky curls in on himself, drawing the edges of his sailcloth tighter around his shoulders. “That was my fault. Forgive me.”

Wind shakes his head. “Nothing to forgive.”

Sky looks unconvinced. “I- I think I have a potion-“

“Sky, it won’t even bruise.” He takes a moment to really look at Sky, before determination colors his expression. He steps forward and kneels in front of Sky. Then, making sure to telegraph his every move, reaches forward to wrap Sky into the biggest hug he can manage.

Sky flinches back.

Wind pulls away immediately. “Sorry, is this wrong? I thought- I mean, this is what you usually do for… for us.” He winces as he stumbles over his words.

“I know.” Sky’s head is down, staring far too intently at the leaves gathered around his knees. He shivers despite all his layers of clothing.

Wind thinks he’s never seen Sky look so small. It’s an odd sensation. Sky always seemed larger than life, a hero from the beginning of time, the creator of the Master Sword, a being who came to earth from life in the clouds. “Sky?”

“Please don’t touch me.”

Wind may not understand everything that just happened in Sky’s mind, but he knows the sound of fear and shame in Sky's voice. “Okay.” He makes himself comfortable on the ground, careful not to draw any closer. “What do you need me to do?”

Sky drops his head even lower so his fluffy bangs hang over his eyes. The tips of his ears are bright red against the blue and white of the sailcloth behind them.

“Do you want me to leave?”

Sky jerks his head up and gasps out, “No!”

Wind carefully doesn’t react to the edge of panic rolled into that one word. “Then I’ll stay.”

“I’m sorry,” Sky whispers.

“For what?” Now that he’s caught Sky’s gaze he fights to hold it with his own, unwilling to see his friend drop his head in shame again. “You don’t have to like being touched all the time. I don’t like it all the time.” He twists up his face in an exaggerated grimace. “Especially when Wars and Twi muss up my hair when they’re trying to out-big-brother each other. Morons.”

There’s a flicker of a smile across Sky’s face and Wind glows with secret pride.

“I’ll make sure to ask next time,” Sky says.

“Naw. You don’t have to ask.”

Sky’s face twists in confusion.

Wind shrugs. “You give good hugs.” His face feels a little warm but he pushes on anyway. If releasing one teeny tiny secret of his will make Sky feel better he’ll do it. “When I’m homesick… I guess I don’t mind it when you hug me. It- it’s nice. And don’t you dare tell anyone I said that or use it for nefarious purposes, Sky!”

That gets a huff of air out of Sky, an almost-laugh, and Wind will take it. “You’re always looking out for us. Isn’t there anything I can do for you?” Sky doesn’t answer. So Wind waits. He tries to do so patiently, but he hates sitting still. How is he supposed to fix things sitting down? The possibility that Sky will just push him away hangs heavy over him, some problems deemed too big for someone so little to understand, but Wind does his best to ignore his own insecurities. He can tell this is not about him. “If it’s just sitting here with no talking I can 100% do that no problem.” Probably. Mostly silent, anyway. If it’s for Sky he’ll manage, somehow.

Abruptly, Sky reaches out and carefully curls two fingers around Wind’s hand.

Wind sucks in a sharp breath and scrutinizes his friend for any visible discomfort. “This is supposed to be for you, Sky. Don’t do this if you don’t want to.”

Sky fully wraps his hand into Wind’s, pauses, then squeezes his hand in three little bursts. Wind wonders briefly if that was supposed to mean something, but notes how Sky’s shoulders dropped, no longer hunched up around his ears.

“Okay then.” So Wind sits, watching the golden-red leaves flutter between them, whistling an occasional tune, and holding Sky’s hand. And slowly, Sky relaxes, rolling his eyes at Wind’s intentionally poor rendition of a jaunty forest tune Time had taught them. Bit by bit he huffs and unfurls and smiles wider and Wind still doesn’t let him go.

He doesn't let go even when the others draw back toward the camp, noisy and pleasantly exhausted. He doesn’t let go when Warriors and Twilight catch sight of them and exchange a confused look.

Wind only sniffs loftily at the pair, holding Sky’s hand up as evidence, and says, “Big brother duties.”

Sky laughs, a real one this time, and Wind thinks that’s worth an evening of just sitting still.

#whumptober2022 #no.30 #"Please don’t touch me.”#Linked Universe #fic #lu Sky #lu Wind #Whump #WolfWarden Writes #hurt/comfort #love me some Ghirahim related angst for the boy #as a treat

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a-reader-and-a-writer-for-all · 3 years ago

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One Bad Day.... (Part Three)

Fandom: Batman, Batfam, Jason Todd, Bruce Wayne, Batmom

Word Count: 5709

TW: Some Language, Mentions of Death/Murder, Mentions of Miscarriage, Pregnancy Loss, Infertility, Betrayal, Mention of Suicidal Thoughts, Angst

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As you limp over to the chair in your makeshift office on the upper level of one of the multiple warehouses you and Jason had commandeered, you tear off both parts of your mask and let them clatter to the floor. Dropping heavily into the chair, you slap an icepack on your aching knee. In the five months since Jason had broken you out of prison, you have gotten to the point you can walk and even fight on it, but you can tell it never healed exactly how it should have. And especially after being as active as you have been lately, it is not really a surprise it is causing you issues.

After taking the first few days out of prison to rest and recuperate, you and Jason had started your systematic take over of large sections of Gotham’s underworld. Jason had already established a dominating control over many of the street gangs in some of Gotham’s rougher neighborhoods, but under your guidance, the two of you were soon running the entirety of the Narrows. And, if everything continued on schedule, the last few remaining sections of Black Mask’s territories would soon fall to you as well.

While you were technically now mob bosses ruling over your territory, you and Jason took a much different approach to crime than other leaders in the past. Following the guidelines Jason had originally established, drugs were still legal to buy and sell but anyone caught selling to kids were immediately dealt with. Violence towards average, law-abiding citizens was harshly punished. And all weapons sales not directly approved by one of you were banned. You told Jason the fact Bruce never seemed to understand was that crime could not be stopped. But if it could be contained, controlled, then you had a chance of making a real difference.

Jason had been reluctant to allow you to help him in the field at first. But after a lengthy conversation reminding him that before you met Bruce you were a very successful up-and-coming criminal in your own right, he finally relented with the stipulation that you stayed behind until your knee healed enough that you could protect yourself. Which seemed fair to you, especially considering you were in a lot of pain. But also because it gave you time to prepare.

What you didn’t tell Jason was one day while he was away, you went to visit an old friend from back when you were still living on the streets. Bernie had been making outfits for street-level criminals for as long as anyone could remember. He understood that sometimes the only way to survive in this city was to bend the rules a little bit. So, while he refused to work for more deadly villains like Riddler or the Penguin, he provided cheap, quality products for those looking to make ends meet. He had designed your first suit, the one you wore when you met Bruce. And you had hoped he was still willing to work his magic for you now.

And did he ever! The new outfit was similar to the old design: Black combat boots that came up to your knees, dark well-fitting cargo pants, black fingerless gloves, and a thick belt to hold a multitude of weapons. But you had also had Bernie make a few cosmetic changes: your tight tank top, biker jacket, half-mask that covered your mouth, and domino mask that covered your eyes were all black, but they were accented by the exact shade of red as Jason’s helmet. Standing together you looked like a cohesive team. Part of you was a little worried he would be embarrassed to be in matching uniforms with his mom, but Jason’s eyes lit up when he saw you for the first time in it. He had been alone, isolated for so long, that he was glad to belong with someone else once again. After much discussion, you opted to keep your old name because it still held some weight around certain parts of the city. And thus, the team of Red Hood and Night Watch was born.

So far, everything had been running smoothly. Almost too smoothly. As proud of you were of your son and the good you were doing for the city, you knew it wouldn’t last. Sooner or later, he would track you down to deal with you. And it seemed as if that day had finally come.

As you remove the ice from your knee and try to stretch it, you hear a loud commotion from downstairs. Limping quickly out of the office, you peer down to the level below to see Jason in his full Red Hood attire grappling with a familiar black-suited figure in a cowl and your breath catches in your throat. You had been trying to prepare yourself for this day, but the sight of him still stops your heart for just a second.

And in your split-second moment of hesitation, Jason manages to pin the older man to the ground as he drives his knee into his chest and wraps both hands around his throat. You stare at the tension in Jason’s shoulders and arms, and you can tell that he is willing to not let up until it is over once and for all. But you can’t let that happen.

“Hood! Stop! Now!” You bark at your son as you calmly descend the stairs.

His helmet whips to face you without removing his hands and you can feel the rage and fury rolling off him even from this distance. You watch him switch his modulator to comms and his voice suddenly roars through the device in your ear. “You know what he did…. To both of us. What he will do to us if given the chance. Let me finish this once and for all.”

Stopping at the foot of the stairs as you mutter under your breath so only the comms picks up your voice, you say, “No, Jay. That’s not who we are. Yes, I am furious about what he did, but he does not deserve to die. And even if it comes to that one day, I will not let you carry that burden, okay? So, for now, you need to let him go.”

His helmet’s fixed gaze bores into you for another few seconds before he releases his grip on the man he had once called family. Without breaking the stare with you, he stalks over to stand by your side. You lay one hand on his heaving chest and the other against the side of the helmet. Whispering through the comms, you ask, “Are you okay, baby? Are you sure you want to stay for this?”

He nods, but you can still feel his heart racing beneath your hand. You give him a small smile of encouragement before your face turns stone cold and you turn to face your ex-husband. Holding your head high, you spit out, “Bruce.”

“Y/N.” He glares at the two of you as he gets to his feet. While rubbing his throat, he scoffs, “So, the Red Hood? This is who you’re with now? Some rebound.”

Jason snorts as he tries to contain his laughter, but at least the momentary shock of that insane idea seems to have calmed his rage some. Bruce’s comment also alleviates any fears you have about him knowing who is under the red hood, so you didn’t dare correct his assumption in case he got suspicious. Instead, you neither confirm nor deny the allegation as you dodge the question.

“Oh, no. You don’t get to say a single word to me about rebounds. How’s that bitch Selina doing these days?”

Bruce blanches slightly. “How did-how do you know about that?”

“She fucking told me, Bruce! Came to see me over a year ago to brag to me all about your little lovefest. Including the fact she knows your secret….. How could you do that? How… Her of all people! You knew what she was to me!”

“It’s not like that. I-I didn’t mean for it to happen, it just…”

“What? You couldn’t have me anymore, so you found the second-rate version of me? Because I might have taught Selina everything she knows, but that doesn’t mean I taught her everything I know. But I’m sure you figured that out by now,” you say with a smirk.

Bruce shakes his head. “She shouldn’t have said something to you. It only happened a few times and it didn’t mean anything.”

“Well, you both sure fooled everyone. I saw the papers. Guess those rich assholes accepted her on your arm at their galas and parties a lot quicker than they ever accepted me. And it would seem since you shared your secret, she got both sides of you. The Bat and the Cat…..I got to admit, it does have a nice ring to it.” He opens his mouth to try and come up with some excuse, but you stop him. “I don’t want to hear it. You can’t take back what you did, no matter the reason behind it. So, just drop it, Bruce.”

Looking around the room, you ask, “Now, where is he? I know you’ve probably ordered him to stay back, keep an eye out from above somewhere in case things take a turn. There’s no way you came here without him.” Out of the corner of your eye, you see a small movement high above you. You smile as you lower your voice so only Bruce and Jason can hear you as you smugly say, “But do you really think he would turn on me? Even if it came down to a fight, are you really so certain he would choose your side over mine?”

Bruce glares at you for a moment before he looks up to the rafters and jerks his head. A figure instantly drops to the ground and before you can even get a good look at him, he has crossed the distance between you and wraps you tightly in a warm hug.

Breathing a heavy sigh of relief, you return his embrace. Struggling to hold back the tears threatening to fall, you whisper, “Hey, Dickie. Oh god, I’ve missed you!”

“I missed you too,” your eldest son whispers into your hair. Then he pulls back and looks into your face. “Mom, why are you doing this? Just come home, we can work something out.”

You give him a sad smile as you cup his face. “We both know that can’t happen, Dick. And we know why. But, oh, I wish I could.”

Dick opens his mouth to say something else, but Bruce interrupts, “Nightwing!” He motions for him to rejoin him on the other side of the room.

You roll your eyes but whisper, “Go, it’s okay. I love you.”

“I love you too, Mom.”

As you watch Dick move to stand behind Bruce, it hits you that for the first time in over five years your entire family is in the same room together, even if two of them didn’t realize it. Tears spring to your eyes, but you somehow manage to hold them back.

Clearing your throat, you ask, “Now, are you really going to leave that fucking mask on the whole time? Or are you not man enough to face me as yourself?”

Bruce nods at Jason. “Is your guy going to take his off?”

“No.” you say bluntly. Then you sigh exasperatedly. “I’ve called you Bruce like six times already. You don’t think he figured it out even if he didn’t know already?”

He hesitates for a moment, then pulls the cowl off. You inhale sharply. He looks just like he did in your dreams. The same handsome, charming man who hadn’t seemed to age a day in your five-year separation. And it all came flooding back to you. Every moment of your relationship, both the good and the bad. The night you met, the last time you saw him in the courtroom, your first kiss, your last kiss before you left to kill the Joker, the Christmas Eve he first told you he loved you, the Christmas Eve he didn’t show up, bringing Dick home, Dick leaving, bringing Jason home, Bruce holding you as you sobbed over Jason’s body, and on and on and on.

As he lets the cowl fall to the floor, Bruce looks at you and asks, “So?”

“So what?”

He sighs, “What are you doing? This isn’t you. Mob boss ruling over half of Gotham? Running drugs and guns throughout the city? You fought to keep these kinds of things out of here, what happened?”

“You know what happened. You did, Bruce. This has always been me. You knew that when you first asked me out, when you married me, when you tossed me aside. This is me.” You hold out your hands as you gesture to the warehouse around you with all of its contents. “And yeah, I might not be doing things the way you like, but for the first time in a very long time, I’m doing what I think is right.”

“Just like you did that night, huh?”

“Just because you have lines you won’t cross, doesn’t mean everyone else has to agree with you. And, you know, I’ve got to ask…. why was it so different with me? Huh? Clark, Diana, Hal, Barry, they’ve all killed people over the years, yet you have no problem working with the Justice League. But when it’s your own wife, over your own son, there’s no leeway, no understanding. It’s just time to throw the book at her!”

“When they have taken lives, it was in the heat of battle, when there was no other option. What you did was just plain murder!”

“You’re damn right it was!” All the rage, all the fury that had been bubbling under the surface finally breaks loose as you roar, “He murdered our son first! Beat him, tortured him, blew him up. And that’s just what he did to Jason. What about the other thousands of people he hurt or killed over the years? The damage he has caused to our friends and family! That monster deserved everything that he got and more! And if I had to, I would kill him a thousand more times to keep my family safe. You might have been fine with it, but I couldn’t live in a world where our son was dead, and that monster still lived. But honestly, I never thought you would actually turn your back on me like you did.”

“What was I supposed to do? Please, tell me!” For the first time, Bruce’s voice cracks just a bit and you take a step back, stunned. “You walked out, still dripping with his blood, and announced to half the Gotham Police Department who you were and what you did. Your confession was captured on every body cam on every cop there as well as the security cameras across the street. Plus, he was beaten to a bloody pulp and his neck was broken! Your only injury was some bruised knuckles. There was no way to claim self-defense. I tried, I pulled every string I could, I spoke to Gordon, the DA, everyone! I offered to single-handedly fund the city for the next three years, but they told me there was nothing…. It was a miracle I was able to keep you at Arkham instead of having you sent to Blackgate.”

“Oh yeah, Bruce. Because being locked up with the psychotic villains is so much better than the sane ones.”

“You were supposed to be safe there. No one was supposed to touch you.”

“Well, how did that work out?”

“I didn’t know.”

“Yes, because you refused to see me! Served me with divorce papers on one of the worst days of my life and turned your back while they threw me into that hellhole!”

“I did all of that to try and keep the target off your back! I thought that maybe if you were no longer connected to me, they would take the hint and leave you alone.”

“But Alfred and Dick still came to see me. That connection was still there. So, if that was your reasoning then why- Oh my God!” Your eyes grow wide as you realize what he had tried to do. “You tried to keep Dick from coming to see me. You wanted him to cut off all contact just like you did. You son of a bitch! You were trying to keep my only living kid from seeing me!”

“It would have made things better in the long run. If he would have made it clear you didn’t have the support of the Wayne f-”

“Fuck you, Bruce! Do you have any idea what it was really like in there? How much I struggled every single day to just keep going? And the thought of seeing Dick or Alfred was the only thing that kept me going. If I would have lost them too… if I had truly been alone in there…. I wouldn’t have waited for them to come for me. I would have slit my wrists myself.”

All three men surrounding you visibly flinch at your confession. Jason takes a step closer to you, gently laying his hand on the small of your back. But you never take your eyes off of Bruce’s face.

He looks down at the ground, ashamed. “I’m sorry. I thought it was what was best for you. I thought a clean break…”

“Because you didn’t think to ask me what I would have wanted. But no, your word is law, and no one else’s opinion matters. And I did everything for you, Bruce! I changed everything about me, my whole life, to fit into your world. I did everything you ever asked of me, and after Jay…. the one time that I needed something, the one time I asked you for help, you turned your back on me! Once again, you refused to listen to what I wanted or what I thought.”

Bruce looks at you like you just started speaking a different language. “What are you talking about? When Jay died, I asked you over and over, I begged you to talk to me, but you wouldn’t. How was I supposed to know what you wanted or how you felt? You shut down again. Just like…. just like last time…”

When you speak, your words aren’t angry or hate-filled but instead full of pain and grief. “Don’t you dare try to compare this to that! It wasn’t the same at all!”

Bruce takes a few small steps towards you, face filled with sadness. Softly, he says, “Yes, it was. I tried to talk to you, to get you to say how you were feeling and you just pushed me away. You fell back into the same self-destructive patterns as before except this time, you lashed out instead of shutting down. I should have seen it, and I should have done something. There was no one to get revenge on the first time, no one to blame so with Jason, you made sure you got retribution. That you got blood for the life that was taken from you.”

“Stop it! Don’t do this.” You glance nervously over your shoulder at Jason as you growl, voice quivering, “Bruce, I swear, don’t you dare say another word.”

“You know it’s true,” he whispers. “You knew what I would say about your plan, so you didn’t even try to talk to me. I was hurting just as much as you were, and because of that, I didn’t see the warning signs. I’m sorry. I should have protected you better, just like I should have protected him better, protected them better.”

You screw up your face as you stare at the floor, willing yourself not to cry. Finally, you choke out, softer than before, “Bruce… Jason made a choice to go after his real mother. You told him not to, that it was too dangerous, and he chose not to listen. I never blamed you for what happened with Jay. Not once. And I know he wouldn’t blame you for that either. But what you did afterward? How you refused to do something about the Joker? How you handed me divorce papers as I was being led off to prison and then never once tried to see me afterward? That I blame you for. That is what I’ll never forgive you for.” You take a deep breath and then straighten your back, putting on your most stubborn face. “Now, I think you should go.”

Bruce stares at you for a long moment before nodding his head. He picks up his cowl and turns to leave, but he pauses with his back still to you as he says, “I did come to see you. Once. On your first Christmas Eve away from me. Even after everything that had happened, I couldn’t bear to be apart from you. Not on our night.”

Your blood runs cold as you stammer out in complete disbelief, “No…. Because I waited for you, and you never showed up…. I counted down every second of that night, begging you to come, but you didn’t.”

Bruce nods his head. “They had moved your cell earlier that day and I didn’t know. So, by the time I tracked down your new location, I was two minutes too late.” He finally turns to face you, and you can swear you can see a mistiness in his eyes. “I found you curled up on your cot, sobbing and clutching an old photograph. I knew you were hurting because of me, and I couldn’t bring myself to face you. I’m sorry.”

You feel like you were just punched in the stomach, but you manage to spit out, “You’re right…. you shattered what was left of my heart that night. And those were the last tears I will ever shed for you, Bruce Wayne. Now, get the hell out of my warehouse.”

Bruce turns once more and walks to the door. Dick starts to follow, but you stop him.

“Dick…,” Your son turns to face you. “Please, come see me anytime you want. But Nightwing is not welcome here. Okay?”

Dick nods. “Yeah, I get it.” He hesitates a second before running back over and scooping you into his arms. You return his embrace wholeheartedly as he whispers, “I love you, Mom.”

You whisper back, “I love you too, baby.”

And you would have remained there forever if Dick didn’t finally pull away. But before leaving, he shoots Jason a look and says, “I don’t know what you two are planning, but you keep her safe. Okay?”

Jason seems taken aback, but he nods and says through the modulator, “I’ll protect her with my life.”

Dick eyes him cautiously for a moment then nods. And with a final smile at you, he leaves. Bruce watches him go then shoots you one last glance and says, “I will stay out of your way as long as you don’t kill anyone. But the first body that shows up connected to either one of you, I will take you down.” And with a flourish of his cape, both men disappear into the night.

The second that he fades from view, you collapse to your knees. You land roughly on your injured knee and a burst of pain shoots up your leg. But you don’t mind it because at least the physical pain is helping to ground you as waves of emotional pain threaten to overwhelm you. Jason takes off his helmet, kneels down beside you, and wraps his arms around your neck. “I’m sorry, Ma. I know that had to be rough.”

“I know that couldn’t have been easy on you either. I’m so proud of how you handled it. I know you can’t always control your anger, but you did good.” You chuckle humorlessly, “Honestly, I thought I would be more controlled and level headed when we finally met again. But the second I laid eyes on him, my emotions got the better of me. I let him make an idiot of myself. But at least now, it’s over and he should leave us to do our business our way.”

Jason squeezes you tightly once more, then helps you to your feet. You start limping over to the stairs but notices Jason is still standing in the same spot. “Are you coming?”

“There’s one thing I don’t understand…. What was he talking about when he said my death was like last time? W-what last time?”

You turn away from him, unable to look him in the eye, “Jay, please…. don’t, just…. don’t. It doesn’t matter.”

“Ma, whatever it is, I’m here for you. It clearly bothered you when he mentioned it. So, what happened?” But you just shake your head. Jason walks around to face you and he gently rests his hands on your shoulders. “Hey… I won’t push it again if you really can’t talk about it. But I’m here for you and I just want to understand. Please.”

You hesitate for a second, then nod slowly. After all of these years, Jason deserves to know what happened. “From the moment I fell in love with Bruce, all I ever wanted was to have a family with him. To hold a little baby in my arms and see Bruce’s eyes staring back at me coupled with my nose, or my smile. That unique blend of the two of us. We had talked about it, and while we knew it was dangerous with what we did, we both wanted it so badly that we agreed to start trying. However, that’s right around the time Dick came into our lives, and it was decided that we hold off, at least until he got settled. But then he became Robin, and the villains began to get more dangerous, and the job got more demanding, and on and on.

“And I was okay with it because I had my son. But Dick was already twelve when we took him in and he was so independent and strong, he didn’t really need me to be a ��mother’ in the way I had pictured. Which was fine, we still formed such an amazing bond. However, I still wanted to have all those baby moments I never got with Dick. First steps, first words, watching them grow. So, as Dick got older, Bruce and I started talking about trying again.

“But then there was the big fallout between Bruce and Dick, and Dick left. Bruce wasn’t the same after that. Batman needs a Robin to help keep him grounded, remind him who he is and what he is fighting for. And without someone there…. It was not a good time for either of us.” You take a huge, shaky breath. “But then a few weeks after Dick left, I found out I was two months pregnant.”

Jason’s face is shocked as he takes in the news, but a moment later you watch as the realization of your words hits him. How there had to be a reason he had never heard about this before. You nod slightly. “Yeah, it’s not exactly a happy ending. But at the time, it was the happiest we had ever been. The news seemed to have healed something within Bruce. He was more like his old self, and I was finally getting what I had always wanted most. Everything was perfect! Bruce wanted to know the gender, but I told him I wanted to be surprised. That it didn’t matter because it was part him and part me, and that was all I needed to know. But we decided on naming it after his parents either way, so Thomas for a boy or Martha for a girl.” You stare off into the distance, remembering the look of pure bliss on Bruce’s face when you had proposed the idea.

Jason softly clears his throat, snapping you back to the present. “So, then what happened?”

“It was an accident. As hard as I tried to find someone to blame, it was just an accident. Bruce brought me to another one of those stupid galas that I hated so much. I was five months pregnant and already looked like a whale, so I begged him to let us stay home. But it was Wayne Industries’ annual charity fundraiser, so deep down I knew we had to go.

“However, no one realized that part of the gas lines near the hotel had been damaged in a major storm the night before. Just an act of God that no one could have known about. And I remember climbing out of the car and reaching for Bruce’s hand. Then there was an explosion and a piece of shrapnel pinned me to the car.” You lift up the hem of your shirt while also pulling down the waistline of your pants to reveal the large scar to the right of your left hip. Jason’s face instantly pales as you continue. “The last thing I remember was pain and Bruce’s face hovering over me in horror, then….”

“I woke up in the hospital a few hours later feeling a deep emptiness like I had never experienced before. And I knew.” The tears you have been holding back finally begin slowly rolling down your cheeks.

Jason shakes his head. “Ma, I’m so sorry…. But how did I never hear about any of this?”

“Bruce buried the story. Not the explosion of course, but anything about me or the baby. He paid off every media outlet in the city to never mention it again. He didn’t want them constantly hounding me about it, bringing it up every time I left the manor. So, after a while, people seemed to forget I was ever pregnant. But I didn’t. I haven’t forgotten for a single day.

“And Bruce was right in what he said today. I did shut down. I wouldn’t get out of bed for weeks. I wouldn’t eat, I would barely talk to him or Alfred. Dick even came back for a while, but it killed him to see me like that. So, when it became clear that his being there wasn’t helping, he left again. I had given up completely. Until Bruce called me one night from patrol and told me he was bringing home another kid who needed our help.” You reach out your hand to take Jason’s, but he pulls away.

His face tightens as he avoids your gaze. “Oh, so I get it. I was just a replacement not only for Dick, but also the kid you had just lost.”

You flinch slightly at his words but then walk over and take his face in your hands. Turning it so he has to meet your gaze, you say, “Jason Peter Todd. You were never a replacement. For anybody. You were my savior. I felt like I had nothing left to live for, but the moment I saw you climb out of the batmobile with that defiant little glare, you won my heart instantly. Not because I saw you as another kid to take the place of the ones I had lost, but because I could tell right away what an amazing kid you were. You were so intelligent, and so brave, and you had such spirit! But I could also see the hurt and the struggle you had experienced, and I knew what that felt like. Being that young, growing up on the streets alone, and already knowing what it was like to have the weight of the world on your shoulders. So, when I saw you, I saw me. And I saw a chance to give you the life I never got. Reading you The Princess Bride, showing you around the manor, I did more that first night than I had the entire previous month combined. You gave me a reason to fight again. You saved me from myself. Just like you saved me from that prison cell. You, Jason, are more than my son. You are my hero.

“And when I lost you too….. Bruce was right. I was so angry that my family had been ripped from me yet again, that I lashed out. I might not have been able to do anything when I lost my baby, but I knew I was able to avenge my son. So, I went after the Joker not to protect others, but for revenge. And there were ways I could have done it…. Ways I think Bruce could have forgiven. But not what I did. I was stupid and reckless. But it felt so good.”

“Ma, I am so sorry….. Did you ever think of trying again? After…”

You shake your head sadly. “Where the shrapnel hit….. I can’t have kids anymore. And now, even if I could, Bruce….” Your face crumples as all the emotions you have been holding back all day finally break through the wall you had built up inside. You wrap your arms around yourself as you begin sobbing uncontrollably.

Almost immediately, Jason is by your side. He wraps you tightly against his chest and you bury your face into his shoulder.

After a minute, he whispers, “You still love him, don’t you?”

Another sob tears from your lips. “I don’t want to. I want to hate him with every fiber of my being, but I can’t. I thought I was over him but as soon as I saw him today…. Even as he was telling me he slept with someone else, all I could think of was how much I was aching to be in his arms again. He abandoned me when I needed him most and I still want him back so badly. I hate that I still love him.”

“Yeah, I know,” Jason says quietly as his own tears begin slipping down his face. “Believe me, I know.”

And the two of you just stay there, wrapped in each other’s arms as you cry for the lives you had lost and the people that you still loved.

@haleviyah made me this amazing art to show what Batmom’s Night Watch suit looks like! The character is still 100% a reader insert and the physical characteristics were just how I picture her. However, I try to keep my descriptions in the fics as ambiguous as possible to be as inclusive as I can. Thank you!

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sheetsonfire · 2 years ago

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Restless

Fandom: Chicago PD

Pairing: Jay Halstead x Reader

Genre: Slight angst, fluff

Warnings: anxiety

Word Count: 1117

Summary: Sometimes it's hard to sleep.

Just a basic one-shot, written for @resanoona <3

Given that Jay could often be a light sleeper, you should have figured that even the quietest exit from the bed and the bedroom would eventually wake him up. The absence of your warmth, your comforting presence and your deep breaths beside him were the tip-off after about 20 minutes. In his sleepy haze, he had reached his arm behind him to tug you closer, yet he was met with the fading heat of your side of the bed, only soft sheets beneath his fingers.

Now a little more conscious, he slowly pushes himself up in bed, blinking for a second as he scans the room, sometimes you’d be standing by the window watching the city’s continuous activity but the illuminated spot remained vacant. Next, his eyes moved to the door to the bathroom, there was no soft glow of light peaking from under the door’s gap either.

Rubbing hands over his face and letting out a yawn, face falling into confusion he swings his legs out of bed, throwing a t-shirt in a precaution against the chill of the apartment, heading towards the door and wandering down the hallway to the lounge.

Sure enough, beyond the kitchen area and into the lounge space he could see a faint glow coming from the couch. An amused smile graces his lips, trying to make himself as obvious as possible so as not to make you jump.

As he approaches the back of the couch, he can see you’ve got a blanket wrapped loosely around your shoulders, legs crossed on the cushions as you scroll on your phone.

“Sweetheart?” Jay queries softly, wincing as you do indeed jolt at the sound of his voice, almost dropping your phone into your lap as you whip your head around.

“Jay!” You exclaim in a harsh whisper, almost pouting in offence to the scare.

Jay can’t help a small chuckle, taking in your seriously adorable scowl, dipping down to kiss the top of your head, hands settling on your shoulders as he massages for a moment.

His voice remains gentle, trying not to rattle you any further. “I’m sorry, Y/N, I really tried not to scare you… What are you doing out here, was I snoring?”

You press your lips together, hesitating on the answer before shaking your head no. Your eyes were burning from the lack of sleep, and the constant stare at your phone had really only ended up adding to your physical aches as well as your mental ones. “No, no, you weren’t.”

Jay’s face falls into a curious frown, your expression and hesitation tell him exactly why you were absent from the bed. He could see how exhausted you were, yet he knew you still had the struggle of finding rest. You had been having pretty consistent bouts of restlessness and anxiety lately, he just didn’t like to presume that’s what it was though.

He’s removing his hands from your shoulders as he comes to the front of the couch, smiling as you automatically scoot over to let him sit with you. He opens up his arms and you immediately tuck yourself into his side, humming as his arms wrap around you, shrouding you both with the blanket.

Instantly, his hand falls into your hair, stroking through slowly as he looks at you, occasionally stroking your cheek with his thumb.

“You need to talk about anything?” He asks, his body warm against yours, only amplifying how much you’d been missing it even in the small 20 minutes you were alone in the lounge.

“I-... I don’t know. It’s just the same, I feel so anxious about everything lately, constantly second-guessing myself. I just feel so much pressure to get everything right, I keep doubting my competence.”

You couldn’t exactly see him from the position you were in, but you can feel as Jay nods in understanding.

“You know how capable I think you are, Y/N, and I would help you with absolutely anything. But I understand that it doesn’t work like that… Do you a) want to talk about anything in particular b) just need company or c) want to be left alone?”

You sigh, finding yourself twisting to look at him, he’s looking at you with loving patience, a hand shifting to rest on your waist.

“I think it’s too late at night to keep mulling it over and over, I just got too deep in my own thoughts… I just want your company, and now I’m starting to realise it’s pretty damn cold out here…” You smile sheepishly, feeling remorseful that Jay had woken up for you, you were well aware of the time and the fact that Jay had to work in the next few hours.

Jay tilts his head knowingly, silently chastising you for your guilt, “You never have to be nervous about asking for what you need, honey. And I really would rather be here than find out you were sat alone feeling unsettled.”

You sigh, shaking your head as you lean in to kiss him softly, humming as he reciprocates.

“You are something, Jay Halstead.” You murmur, cupping his face as you study his kind eyes in the dimmed light.

“I’m lucky is what.” He smiles, taking your hand in his. “Shall we get back to a warm duvet now? Only if you’re ready.”

You huff a quiet laugh, “It’s okay, you can say it’s butt-ass cold out here because it is.”

Jay chuckles too, leaning in to kiss your forehead. “Let’s get out of here then.”

He takes your hand, leading you back to the bedroom as you both settle into your sides of the bed, almost instantaneously gravitating towards each other as you huddle up beneath the covers. Jay’s pulling you into his side once more, this time in the comfort of pillows and a mattress, letting you nestle comfortably on his chest as gentle fingers slip back into your hair.

It’s quiet for a moment, you simply enjoy listening to Jay’s steadily thudding heartbeat, stroking up and down his side as you find some peace in your turbulent ocean of thoughts. It’s then that you’re sure Jay can read your mind, attuned to the fact that whilst this helps it doesn’t make it all disappear. “It’s going to be alright, sweetheart. We can try and figure some things out tomorrow, if you want to? Whatever you think will help.”

You squeeze Jay a little tighter, pleased to feel the edges of sleep approach you in a way they couldn’t before. Thank you, Jay… that’s all I have to hear. I love you.”

“I love you too, I hope you get some sweet dreams, Y/N.”

Fin.

#resanoona #jay halstead x reader

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indiaalphawhiskey · 2 years ago

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Hello India hope you are well!

I do not know your stance on babygate but I'm assuming you do not believe Louis is a dad and I would love to hear your thoughts concerning the recent change in Louis' approach on the matter. Louis always seemed to rebel against this stunt and always did the bare minimum. So suddenly making a very public appearance with the kid on Christmas and wishing a public happy birthday to him on twitter, then having him on his show and waving at him, then name-dropping him unprovoked in a video call with a fan and now mentioning him unprovoked in interviews and fabricating all those stories about surfing and cooking pasta.... its all a lot of effort from louis' part so I'm guessing there's something in exchange for him there. The only way I would excuse Louis putting so much spotlight to a minor would be if that was the only way to put an end on this. If it eventually doesn't end and Louis continues to put unnecessary attention on the kid (when he has shown that he can ignore it if he wants) that could potentially harm him in the future I would be very disappointed in Louis and reconsider everything I've thought about him as a person...

Hi love,

You’re right, I don’t believe Louis is a father. I also don’t really like discussing babygate because, apart from it being an incredibly cruel stunt, it serves no purpose (that I can see) but to keep Louis under thumb in the most inhumane way possible. Any talk of it also always seems to encourage people to come out of the woodwork on Anon in an effort to use my blog as a platform to push whatever narrative they believe for XYZ reason, and I just don’t want to entertain that.

But, I did want to address two things under the cut.

One, I don’t really have an opinion on the sudden uptick of stunt mentions. I don’t particularly understand it. I have my theories in terms of marketing and the image of Louis they’re seemingly trying to paint for this new era, but none that I’m confident enough to share because I don’t necessarily see the direct correlation between this image and being a father.

But, if you wanna know where my most rational mind tends to go, it always comes back to image clauses and contracts. I’m not a lawyer and I don’t work in entertainment, so I don’t have any experience with the exact limits (or lack there of) of contracts, but from what I know from being in this fandom for 7 years, its that it’s easy to underestimate how far people will go to cover their ass. Babygate is a lot bigger than Louis + Kid + Simon + The Clarks. It’s a result of a lot of dirty, abusive power play marketing and negotiation, and the number of people that are implicated in the approval and execution of this stunt extends far beyond who we can name. Each of those people have a vested interest in quelling any and all questions from the public (not that that’s really working), and their reach and influence within the industry is likely unquantifiable. I don’t say this to diminish Louis’ part in the stunt or dismiss his sudden active participation in it, I say it because its a reminder that the underbelly of the entertainment industry is the biggest and most unknown variable in this discussion and we cannot hope to get even a fraction of the answers to our questions because on that front, we’re flying entirely blind and have literally nothing but our own assumptions.

Two, I understand how Louis’ more active participation in the stunt can be extremely uncomfortable. I understand how it seems very counterintuitive to the person we know Louis is, involving a minor in something this messy. Again, I don’t aim to excuse him or paint him as a victim. I understand that he is a grown man with agency (how little or how much, I don’t know for sure, but he certainly seems to have more than he used to). I also understand that the situation is a lot more complex than we can begin to know.

That said, I do want to point out that if we believe Louis is not F’s father (which I do) then we must also believe he has no legal rights over F or his welfare. This is a natural conclusion not many people seem to acknowledge, because logically, a complete stranger and non-blood relative would never have any claim whatsoever over a random child.

This means whether or not F particularly is involved in this stunt (and to what extent - pictures, mentions, live participation) is legally entirely up to his real family (The Clarks). Essentially, this means the only relationship Louis has with F can be distilled down to colleagues, almost imagining them as co-stars on a reality TV series. You both show up, you say your lines and do what you’re paid to do, you leave. Louis may not like that a child is involved, but right now that ship has sailed. A child is involved until he isn’t, for whatever reason. Does Louis have any control over how much or how little? In one aspect, yes. I think Louis can decide (and clearly has) in which ways he’s willing to keep up his end of the contract and what kind of distance he can demand from the child physically to try and preserve some semblance of safety in a tricky situation (pictures, yes. Pap shots, no. Mentions, yes. Organic shots from behind, yes. One appearance at a concert, etc etc).

In another aspect, no, in that Louis cannot exactly dictate how this child that he has nothing more than a working relationship with, is raised or used for his family’s profit. And, that the thing, right? That’s the unanswerable question: is Louis actively choosing to profit off of this child or is he simply maneuvering as best he can around being dealt an old and binding bad hand? (Note: How “maneuvering” is defined and shifts, depending on the current context of what’s expected of him professionally is an entirely different conversation altogether.)

I tend to believe the latter, because again, Louis has never proven to be a cruel person who would, if given the chance, actively choose to take advantage of someone innocent or willfully endanger a family member in any way. Entirely to the contrary, actually, which is exactly why this entire situation is so unbelievable to me.

Do I have questions? Many, as always in this fandom.

Will they get answered? Likely not.

Am I relying entirely on my faith and character based evidence in believing Louis is doing the best he can in an impossible situation? Yes.

Do you have to agree with me? No. That’s up to you.

#iaw ask #iaw anonymous #babygate tw #babygate discussion #stunt discussion

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paperpeacock · 2 years ago

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hihi! i’m so glad there’s someone who writes for the vld fandom that’s still active omg your writing is so lovely, you know that episode where they finally make it back to earth? after keith was stuck in the time loop thing and all of that stuff, could you write something about that where like the reader sees him jump out of the car and like bolts towards him like they’ve just missed him sm 👉👈

Hi! thank you so much! this request made my heart swoon~ it's so sweet! I hope you enjoy this and remember to have an awesome day.

Keith x Reader - There you are

The clouds gently passed upon the dull, ashen sky. Swallowing the land in a veil of fog and sending forth the brisk autumn gale. You watched the forest of apricot trees, leaves dripping from their branches before being swept by the wind. As time carried on, the sight of such tangerine shades grew scarce. The flora dispersing into few far and between. The land became barren, acres of forests, dissipating into a mire.

“We’re almost there now” Coughed a hoarse voice. Beside you sat Allan, a head of sparse silver hairs, a full beard and a crabby face. Despite his ill-temper he treated you with nothing but kindness, as if you were his own.

“Oh my gosh, I'm so excited” You giggled quietly, peering out upon the icy world. “But nervous to...” You hadn't seen your raven-haired prince in quite some time, the last time being when dropped him off at the Garrison. From then only entropy ensued as he was taken half way across the universe, far, far away. You hadn't heard from him, sharing the worries with the rest of the families that missed their paladins dearly as they fought for their lives in the far reaches of space. Your days were filled with thoughts of him, you worried he wouldn't feel the same.

“we’re here...” Allan croaked, pulling into the parking lot. Security insisted you waited here, at least until everyone got clearance to go outside. “They said he should be out soon” he reassured, whilst also pushing his seat back and getting comfortable. You flipped open the overhead mirror, inspecting your face. You made sure to fixup your hair, but yet you still pried at a few loose strands. Gazing into the mirror you were met back with a pair of troubled eyes, wide in worry and distress.

“Allan?”

“Yes?”

“What if...what if Keith’s changed” You gazed at the elder beside you, seeking assurance.

“Probably has” he responded, cap covering his crinkled eyes. “Afterall he’s been travelling through the stars, that ought to change anyone”

“Yes, but what if he doesn't feel the same way about me anymore” You pleaded, anything to prove your worries. “I mean, we haven't seen each other in so long... what if he doesn't think of me anymore” Your head hung low, spirits sinking deep into a pool of doubt. Going so far in as to think, what if Keith met someone else.

“Y/N” You were pulled from your pond. “Keith wouldn't be fighting for clearance this soon if he didn't want to see you” Your gaze landed upon the old man. “Infact, they weren't supposed to be out for at least a week but the boy couldn't wait that long” This was true, your concerns couldn't deny such a potent fact.

“I guess so...”

About twenty minutes ticked by, you watched the outside eagerly, bouncing your leg in excitement. Suddenly, the main entrance opened up, the metallic doors sliding open.

“Is that him?” You searched around from your window, trying to get a better view of who it was. From out the large building paraded two guards, shouldering between them a familiar face. “Thats him! That’s him!” You gushed, hand gripping the door handle. Security pointed towards your car, an old scarlet pickup, rugged and beaten compared to the fleet of sleek garrison cars.

Keith recognized it instantly, something so familiar an unchanging, he felt his heart swell. You clambered out the car, quickly stepping towards him.

“Keith!” You yelled, waving your hand. His distant figure raised his hand back.

“Y/N!”

Your legs moved on their own, pushing into a jog to then a full sprint. Wind rushed past your face as you drew near to each other. Every bit of power was placed in each step, before they could take you away from him. You dashed upon the concrete, launching yourself into his crashing arms. He wrapping himself around you, arms snug upon your waist, swinging you in circles. You let out a summery laugh.

“Keith” You panted, staring down at him as he held you up. “Hi” he met your gaze, shadowy eyes filled with adoration.

“It's been a while” you smiled, as he gently set you down. Your arms still hung around his neck, cupping the ends of his midnight locks.

“I’ve missed you...so much” He breathed, voice trembling. Before you could respond, he pressed his head into your neck, pulling your figure close. His grip was tight, as if he was never going to see you again, but no. This was hug he didn't get to give you, when he was swept away. This was what he wanted you to know every day he spent protecting the stars, defending the universe. This was what he would never lose again.

“I know” your fingers threaded through his hair, drawing him near.

From the other side of the parking lot sat Allan, watching the scene unfold before him. A smile played his lips as he shook his head. Keith was finally home.

#voltron legendary defender #keith x reader #keith kogane #voltron #fluff #my writing #fiction

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little-fics · 3 years ago

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Bee

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Stucky x Reader; platonic!uncle!Tony

Summary: Reader is teetering the edge of a slip when her buddies Sam and Clint are mean to her, daddy stucky to the rescue

Warnings: age regression, scary bees, bottle, pacifier, anxiety, a little violence, angry!Steve (not at you), mean!sam and mean!clint, I may have missed some, read at your own risk

Word count: 2.2K

A/N: I had fun with this one! I hope you like it!

Disclaimer for my blog!

Life with Bucky and Steve was great, you'd officially been together for about a year, and they'd been your daddies about half that time. You didn't always regress, just when the world got a little too big and you needed to leave it all behind. The avengers didn't know about your coping mechanism, at your own request, save for Tony who has programmed Friday to detect when you're little and were about to do something that babies shouldn't do, such as cooking or showering because babies makes messes and get hurt. It was something you'd kept private and to yourself for a long time, and it took months to feel comfortable enough to talk with Steve and Bucky about it. You weren't always feeling little, and had the capability of being a very vital part to the team, but on your days off, it was easy to find yourself slipping into that headspace.

That's how you got to sitting on the balcony, slowly slipping into that headspace after a difficult mission. You'd woken up between Steve and Bucky, crawling out of the bed quietly, not quite feeling small but you know it's coming. Clint and Sam find you outside, sunbathing and staring at the clouds. Sam is the first one to come outside, Clint following close behind.

"Mornin' sunshine," Sam sits next to you, Clint moving to the other side of you, relaxing in his seat, Sam holding out a glass to you, "want some lemonade? I know that coffee makes you jittery on your days off." You take the glass, smiling at the yellow straw poking up from the top, "Thank you! And a straw!" You twiddle with it gently, pulling it out to take a sip. "Gosh," your shoulders sag and your head leans back in ecstasy, "Clint's lemonade is the best, thank you." Clint pointedly looks at Sam, smug, "Why thank you Y/n, I'm blushing." Sam scoffs, "You wouldn't have even made it if I didn't beg!" Clint shrugs, "I made food," he looks to you, "speaking of," he has you a plate with a sausage and egg biscuit. You tentatively take it from him, "Oh thank you, are you sure?" Clint laughs, leaning back in his seat, "Yeah, honey, me and Sam already had some."

Once you finish your biscuit, you're back to staring at the pretty sky, sipping on your lemonade listening to Sam and Clint bicker back and forth. A bee comes out of nowhere, eliciting a small yelp from you and you're quickly standing from your seat. They're laughing, which hurt your feelings, the fear of the bee causing you to slip fully. You try to go inside but hear Sam speak to the AI, "Friday, lock patio doors under code Falcon," before you make it to the door. When you pull on it the door won't budge. "Sam," your voice is meek, "that's not funny," you whine and shake the door again, getting nervous over the buzzing around your lemonade on the table. "Friday, open the door." Clint laughs again, "It's just a bee, you've been shot before and you can't handle a bee?" A tear slips down your face, and you feel your heartbeat pick up.

You shake on the door, trying to get away from your mean friends, wiping a tear away, "Open the door Sam." He's laughing, he thinks this is funny, "It's just a bee, it'll be gone in a minute Y/n, it's fine." You shake the door more violently, and it's clear Sam wasn't going to open the door. You bring your hand to the bracelet that lays around your wrist, a fail safe if something is wrong, to immediately notify Steve and Bucky that you need them. You find the tiny sun charm, pressing the tiny button that notifies your daddies of your state of mind and that you're in trouble, different from the other charm, a moon, who notifies your boyfriends of an emergency.

Bucky is the first one to hear Friday, "Mr. Barnes, Mr. Rogers," he groans groggily, "Friday, it's too early for this, what is it?" Bucky reaches over to find just Steve, no tiny baby to love on as he hears Friday once more, "I am sorry Mr. Barnes, but it seems munchkin has requested your presence with signs of distress." Bucky's eyes snap open at the use of the programmed name for when you're in your little space, throwing the covers off and slapping Steve's shoulder. "Bucky, what the-" Steve stops when he realizes that Bucky is already out the door, he's quickly behind him, not bothering to put a shirt on, as Bucky hadn't.

"Friday, where is munchkin?" Bucky spits, FRIDAY speaking up once more, "Munchkin is on the patio with Mr. Wilson and Mr. Barton." Their brows crunch together in confusion, Steve finally speaking up on their way to the patio, sleep still heavy in his voice, "Is something wrong?" Bucky shrugs nervously, "Friday said she was showing signs of distress." The system speaks up once more, "That is correct. Munchkin's heart rate seems to be elevated and she is showing signs of high stress. She notified me by her emergency contact Sun Ray." At this, Bucky and Steve speed up, trying to get to you as quickly as possible.

The bee is still there, attracted not only to the lemonade, but the brightly colored pajamas keeping its attention as it flies back and forth between you and the lemonade. When it flies towards you, you hide in the corner of the patio, screaming, running to the other corner to hide from it when it follows you, a tear streaking down your face. Sam sees the stray tear, immediately his stomach sinking while you're piddling with your bracelet, ignoring the tears on your face, not hearing Sam when he stands and calls out gently, "Friday unlock the doors." Sam's in front of you, "Let's go inside, come on." When he reaches for you, you flinch back from him, causing his heart to break a little. You're now frantically pushing the button on your charm.

"Mr. Rogers, Mr. Barnes, munchkin has sent a distress call 13 times, up to 17, 23," and then they're at the doors to the patio, slinging them open.

Bucky takes in your appearance, you look afraid, tears freely streaming down your face, now surrounded by Clint and Sam, who are violently moved by Bucky. He's lifting you by your thighs, bringing them around his waist, glaring at Sam and Clint before carrying you inside. When you're back inside, feeling the rush of AC, you let loose, heavy thick tears falling with sobs. "Shhh my little bunny, I've got you."

Steve remains on the porch, staring at a shell shocked Sam and Clint, "What happened?" They shrug, "It was just a bee, we didn't know it would scare her so bad." Steve rolls his eyes at the men, following Bucky back to your room. When he gets there, you're straddling Bucky on the bed, hands tucked under you, fists balled up tightly, hiccuping sobs. "'S mean," Bucky is rubbing your back, shushing softly while you try to explain what happened, "wouldn't let me 'nside daddy, I try." More sobs erupt from you, Steve's brow furrowing, wondering what you meant.

"Friday, show me what happened with munchkin on the patio before Sun Ray was activated." He watches as the TV screen starts playing the scene, fury creeping up in his bones, while Bucky continued to console you, but matching the fire Steve has in his eyes. Steve saunters out of the room when the TV shuts off, heading straight for Sam and Clint. Bucky holds you closer when you whimper, "Oh doll, dada will be right back, he's just gonna go get you something to drink." You continue to sob, you refused to take your pacifier, dropping it out of your mouth every time he tried to put it in, sobs not allowing it to stay. "Baby baby baby, you're okay, that little bee isn't gonna getcha in here, only daddy." He tries to tickle you, but you just sob louder. He's thankful for the soundproof walls, knowing you don't like to draw attention.

Steve finds Sam and Clint in the common room with Nat and Tony. Tony stands when he sees Steve, anger on his face still shirtless. Steve comes up from behind Sam and Clint, grabbing their shirts roughly, pulling them up and off the couch, feet dangling a foot above the floor, turning them to face him. They're shouting, trying to get Steve to let go. Tony is trying to pull Sam away from him, Nat trying to hit his weak spots so he will drop Clint but he doesn't budge.

"Did you think it was funny?" Steve spits, bringing his face closer to theirs, "Did you? You think it was funny when she cried? Think it was funny when she screamed and pulled on the door? How would you feel huh? If someone laughed at you because you were scared? If your friends laughed at you?" Tony and Nat are confused, "Steve calm down, what happened?" Steve scowls, overpowering the men easily as he turns them around, still holding them in the air. "Friday, pull up the patio clip and my bedroom feed on the common room television."

"Voice identification confirmed. One moment." The video starts playing, but all they can hear are your sobs, not able to hear the small consoling your daddy is trying or the talk from the patio clip as it plays. "Is it still funny bird boy? Is it still funny when you know you're the reason she's like this? No? Good." Steve throws them down on the couch, Tony is furious, Nat is scolding them, and Steve's on his way into the kitchen.

Tony follows Steve after shutting off the video feed, Nat still scolding the two perpetrators. Steve is piddling around, heating up some milk in the microwave. "You okay man?" Tony asks, placing a hand on his back, when Steve glares at him Tony sighs. "Man you can't go back to her seething like this." Steve lets out a huff, "I've never wanted to throttle someone like I do right now." He grabs the milk from the microwave, mixing some hot chocolate power in it, something that frequently happens when you're having a very bad day. Tony hands Steve a bottle, hidden in a thin cabinet, only unlocked by four people in the tower; Uncle Tony, your daddies, and you. "She's your baby, and she hasn't stopped crying because her buddies were mean to her and she doesn't understand, if you go in there angry, she will think you're mad at her." Tony chides, Steve, resonating with Tony's words, takes a deep breath, filling up your bottle and continuing to shake it. "Want me to come cheer her up with you?" Steve sighs, "Let us calm her down a bit, get her feeling right and we'll play some games later yeah?" Tony starts to rummage through the fridge, "Have Friday notify me." Steve nods, leaving Tony and going back to his baby.

When he opens the door, you're still crying, but when Steve sits he pulls you into his lap, holding you like a baby and rocking you. "Shhh, it's okay baby, I know they were mean, but papa's here now. It's okay," he's rubbing your face gently, your sobs turned to weak whimpers. "That's it baby, you want some milk?" You nuzzle into his chest, Bucky taking a sip of the bottle making sure it's not too hot and gives it back to Steve. He holds the tip to your lips, you instantly wrap your lips around it and hum happily.

"There she is, sweet girl," his fingers tangle in your hair, massaging your scalp gently while Bucky rubs your legs with a feather light touch. You hiccup on the milk, Steve moving it away from you and wiping away a stray tear. Your fingers clutch around his shoulder, whining, "Papa." He coos at you, "Drinking too fast aren't we love?" You let out another whine, your bottom lip wobbling, "Pease papa." He traces your jawline before bringing the bottle back to your lips, "Slower, you hear me dove?" You nod gently, closing your eyes and continuing to drink the bottle.

You're teetering on the edge of sleep, Steve wiping away a drop of milk that finds its way to the corner of your mouth. He takes the bottle very carefully, stopping when you suck on it a little harder, trying to hold it in your mouth. "Bunny," Bucky's voice sings to you, "let daddy have that, okay?" Steve tries to pull it away again, this time with no fight, Bucky pressing your pacifier to your lips, which you take happily. He clips it to the top of your pajama shirt so if you drop it, it'll stay relatively within reach. "Friday, put on munchkins lullaby playlist."

Soft music starts playing through the room, bringing you all the way under, soft snores against Steves chest alerting them to your slumber. "Mr. Rogers, Mr. Barnes, Mr. Wilson and Mr. Barton are outside, requesting entrance." Bucky rolls his eyes as he slides back down into the bed, "Friday, decline entrance and leave us be to nap for an hour." Steve moves you to Bucky, your sleeping form habitually wrapping around him and his warmth. Steve huddles behind you, wrapping his arm over you and resting it on Bucky, rubbing small circles. "She's gonna be a handful today," Steve comments, letting Bucky know that he thinks today is going to be one of those days where you regress further than usual. "She's gonna have such a good time with Tony." Bucky laughs, his eyes flutter shut, "Don't count her daddies short."

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adri-2022 · 2 years ago

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Fate

Fandom: Chicago PD

Characters: Jay Haltead x FemReader / OC Jackson Y/L/N

Warning: some cursing, angst, fluff, a bit cringy

Word count: 3644

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A/N: Hi guys it's me again, here is another Jay Halstead story, I hope you guys like it. And thank you for your support and good vibes, they mean a lot to me. Hope you enjoy! Also the second gif is how a imagine readers son would be (you can imagine whoever you want this is more like a guide to me when I'm writing), and I will probably use Noah Jupe more in the future.

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Your heart dropped. Your ears were ringing, and you couldn’t hear anything around you. You felt like someone was pulling the air from your lungs. There was a hostage situation at the museum your son’s school took him in his fieldtrip. You received a call from your godfather Hank Voight who’s the sergeant of the Intelligence Unit in CPD saying that there was an active hostage situation and that there would be a cop car waiting for you outside your house to take you to the scene. Not something that would normally happen to a civilian, but you were family to Hank, so he wanted to keep an eye on you, knowing you were alone in Chicago, divorced 2 years ago -your son is 7 now- and pretty much it was just your son, Hank and you relaying on each other.

Jack- your son- didn’t really miss his father, he had been very absent in pretty much every important moment in Jack’s life you had divorced when Jack was 5, job always came first. After the divorced was settled neither you nor Jack ever saw his father again, one day there was a document in your mail saying that he had given up his parental rights -it made you mad, at how easy he could just up and leave and just sing any relation he had to Jack in the process-. And you should have seen it coming, the loneliness, the guilt, and the shame. You thought it was your fault Chris had left and that you were the reason Jack didn’t have a constant father figure -not that it was true- but in your mind you thought that maybe if would have put more effort into fixing your marriage he wouldn’t have left.

And here you were pacing and silently crying in the sidewalk in front of your two-story home waiting for the cop car to show up. Just when you were about to call Hank for an update in that ride a matted gray Ram truck parked in front of you, the driver rolling down the window. Inside there was a guy brunette, green eyes, you were confused for a moment and as you were going to say something he spoke first,

“Hey, are you Y/N Y/L/N?” you gave him a weary look, before nodding. He told you he was part of Hank’s team, but you were kind of not sure. I mean your son was a hostage and you didn’t know what was going on and now this guy- dare to say handsome- was trying to get you in his car, this situation screamed stranger danger to you. Just when you were about to run back into your house your phone rang, you picked up without looking at the screen,

“Y/N, gray matted Ram truck, that’s Jay Halstead get in the truck” Hank said without further do, you go in the passenger side as fast as you could. Jay pulling out as fast as he could turning on the sirens and police lights -ok he IS a cop-

“Do you have an update, Hank?” you asked voice, hands and pretty much every cell on your body shaking.

“Nothing yet, I promise that he’s going to be okay Y/N” “You can’t promise me that, you don’t know if he’s okay if- if- I can’t lose him I won’t survive” you were pretty much having a meltdown from anxiety, and you could feel the handsome guy giving you brief side glances as he drove trough the streets of Chicago.

“Hey, you won’t okay. Talk to you soon you’re in good hands, just get here safe, then we’ll take it from there”

“Okay, please keep me updated” hanging up the phone you stared at the lock screen. It was a picture of you and Jack at the park, you are smiling while hugging him and him giving you a kiss on the cheek. This couldn’t be happening, the more you looked at the picture the more your eyes watered.

“Are you okay?” Jay asked after a moment of silence, trying to keep his voice low as to give you some sense of calmness. You shook your head wiping the silent tear that left your eye. You were going to save the tears for later, for when you had you son back in your arms safe and sound. Because as of this moment you didn’t know if Jack was inside that museum, a lot of people had fled when they saw the guys enter with ski masks.

You were trying your best to keep it together until you knew the facts- but God it was hard, this feeling you had was a million times worse than getting divorced- this was you baby, your only child, the only light in your very stressful life. Unknown to you Jay had keep glancing towards you making sure you were okay within the circumstances, and keeping up with his task to stick with you and make sure you were okay. His sergeant’s orders and even if he didn’t know for a fact who was trapped in there he knew the person meant so much to you and it had to be someone important for Hank to mobilize his team for a hostage situation that SWAT could’ve handled.

As soon as you arrived on scene, there were cops everywhere, there was fire department, there was the security of the museum and there was- God- you son’s teacher. You ran to that direction praying your son was there within the multitude of kids, Jay had followed you there not really paying attention. You stopped in front of Mrs. Ramirez reaching up to touch her shoulder and get her attention. When she turned around and realize it was you, her face fell, and that was when you knew, Jack didn’t make it outside with the other kids.

“No, no, no, no. He ca- He can’t. Where. Is. He?” you asked frantically looking at her for an answer which she didn’t give. You grew scared, so scared you bend down hands on your knees trying to catch your breath. Jay noticed a couple of feet away that something was very wrong when you started screaming in the face of a woman who only looked at you as if she had committed the worst crime in history.

When he noticed you were bending down he knew it was time to step up, running to your side. Putting his hand on your back to get your attention, you turned around and buried your face on his chest. Even though you didn’t know him you weren’t paying attention to that because your baby was probably alone and scared and you were thinking the worse.

It was an understatement to say that Jay was very confused, who was in there? Who was he? But nonetheless he felt it was his duty to protect you and keep an eye on you. Call it weird but he felt the need to protect you. So, he didn’t waste time in wrapping you in a comforting hug trying his best to give a sense of security and encouragement. When he noticed that you were only panting harder, he pulled back in order to look at your face,

“Okay. You’re having a panic attack- its okay hold my hand- squeeze my hand- there you go deep breath in for four out for two- there you go” Jay said giving you his hand to squeeze while he rubbed your back in circular motions. At this point you both were standing behind a police car, because thankfully Jay was the only one thinking straight at the moment.

“T-Thank you” you said talking deep breaths and now looking into his very pretty eyes.

When Jay figured you were calm enough, he proceeded to take you to were Hank and the team were gathered not letting go of your hand. The team saw you approaching and gave some questioning looks as to who you were, and some gave concerned looks by the state you were in, given that almost none of them knew who you were. When Hank noticed you in Jay’s arms immediately came to you and gave you a side hug,

“Y/N were doing everything we can to get Jack out of there” Hank said as he tried not to detonate your anxiety again. He then gave Jay a thankful look and a squeeze on his shoulder as a thank you for taking the task to take care of you without questioning. Because even if he didn’t demonstrate or said it, he was grateful that you had someone at your side. He then proceeded,

“Team this is Y/N, she’s my goddaughter” that gave the team some recognition and some sense of urgency to help in anyway they could to get Jack -even though they didn’t know who he was- back in your arms. They all gave you a welcoming smile and proceeded to give Jay some information and start working on getting Jack out.

“Sarge, we got a visual” Jay said

“Show me” there in the middle of a room were 3 guys with ski masks a couple of hostages, the majority were grown ups but there in the side was a little boy not older than ten-year-old sat with his feet crossed and an old lady with her arm over his shoulder keeping him in her side.

“That’s sick, who would take a kid hostage” Jay commented without knowing a thing but once he noticed Hank’s expression, he gave a questioning look.

None of them noticed you looking over their shoulder until they heard a sob making them turn around, they both got a hold of one of your arms each and kept you steady while your world was turning upside down. You didn’t know you could feel so much in such little time it was like you were under water and couldn’t hear anything around you, your gaze pinned into the monitor that showed a live feed of the inside of the museum. Just then you saw Jay’s face in front of yours blocking your view and his lips were moving but you couldn’t hear anything, you knew someone else was grabbing your hand -probably Hank- you thought.

“Sarge, you gotta tell me who’s in there!” Jay said in urgency without turning his gaze to meet his sergeants.

“Her son” and then it all made sense to Jay, why you were drowning in land, why your eyes were not focused you were disassociating from reality, from the fact that your son was in there in that situation and you couldn’t do anything about it. As if reading Jay’s thoughts

“We’re gonna get him out, but now I need you high up with SWAT and if you have the shot. You. Take. It. You hear me?” Jay hesitated for a moment unsure if leaving you in this state was the best decision. Jay then grabbed your face cupping both of your sides and looking right in your beautiful eyes

“I promise, I will get Jack out of there. You have my word. Stay strong, okay?” you nodded your head slightly.

You didn’t know how he could just calm all your nerves with just looking into your eyes. He disappeared to God knows where, while you stayed there with Hailey -apparently, she was part of Hank’s unit and Jay’s partner, sweet woman you liked her at first glance-.

Suddenly you heard a couple of gunshots, and every good thought went out the door. An ocean of people started coming out of the museum but you couldn’t see Jack anywhere. Until- there he was in Jay’s arms, how the hell did he managed to get to Jack from the top of the opposite building in a no time. But what you didn’t realized was that after hearing the gunshots you were frozen at your spot, giving Jay the time to come down and glance at the front doors trying to spot you running to your son, so when he saw little Jack coming slowly out of the doors wide eyed looking for someone familiar he took it into his own hands to get to him first and bring him to you save and sound. Jay approached Jack with caution as to not scare him even more,

“Hi, buddy. My name is Jay Halstead I’m a friend of your moms” Jack didn’t hesitate to launch at Jay and that’s all it took for Jay to pick him up and start walking to you. When you finally could move, you started sprinting to your son immediately picking him up from Jay’s arms and squeezing the life out of him.

“Oh my god baby! Are- are you okay? Are you hurt? What do you need?” you bombarded him with questions, while the tears rolling down your face didn’t stop, kissing all over his face at the same time.

“I’m okay mom, your friend helped me” he responded. With him giving you some indication that he was okay -not before you glance all over his body just to make sure he was telling the truth-. You looked at Jay, taking the words that Jack had said.

“I think he’s okay, didn’t let them get close to him” “Thank you so much Jay, you don’t understand how grateful I am” you said while taking his hand and squeezing it while Jay smiled at you and Jack. He made a promise to you and he intended to keep it no matter the cost.

It’s been almost a year since the whole ordeal of the hostage situation. Jack was doing better, at the beginning he had some nightmares, but thankfully Jay was there giving you a hand. You and Jay had gotten close, and you were ecstatic that you had someone to count on the good and bad days. He would come to Jack’s soccer games, he would help you picking him up after school when you couldn’t, spending time with both you and Jack on weekends -didn’t matter the time or day, he would never say no-. Today was no difference but a surprise. While you were at your backyard enjoying the beautiful day, there was a knock at your front door then you heard pitter patter running towards the door at full speed.

“Jackson Matthew Y/L/N, you better not open that door” you yelled while rushing to the front door a little to late for it though. Since your son was already clinging onto Jay’s neck with a big grin and an even bigger grin on Jay’s -oh men those fucking eyes got you out here blushing and shit-.

“Jay, hi. What brings you here in this lovely day?” you said in the sweetest voice.

God and did that voice make Jay feel a fucking zoo in his belly. The thing was that neither of you would take the step towards sharing your feelings with each other. In some part you were hesitant because you didn’t think you were worthy of love or to be loved ever again, your ex husband made it clear that you were worthless and everything was your fault pretty much all your marriage.

Jay on the other hand didn’t want to make you feel pressured, because he knew your past situation pretty much since after the hostage event Hank had sat him down and told him everything-well just what he needed to know in order to help you- and Hank knew, I mean what didn’t he know in Chicago? He knew Jay had a thing for you and you had a thing for Jay but that the two of you were and quote “just plain stupid”.

“Well I just bought a baseball set and wanted to try it with Jack. I mean if that’s okay with you of course” he immediately said questioning all of the decision that led to this moment.

A part of him just wanted an excuse to see the both of you. Jack was a really sweet kid that made Jay’s heart melt at every smile. And to Jack- well Jay was like a father figure- since his was in God knows where, doing God knows what, with God knows who. You smiled and let them both to the backyard and while you sat there looking at both of them you knew, you knew fate had brought you together in the worst circumstances ever. There they were chasing each other, play fighting, laughing, they talked about football, baseball, they were even planning their next trip to see the Chicago Cubs.

Jack was telling Jay all about the grades he got on Math and English, given that Jay hadn’t slept anything the night you got home from working late -Jay had picked Jack from school and brought him to your house-, and they were in the kitchen table practicing for Jack big math’s test. After a while it got dark outside and you all got inside to get Jack to take a shower while you and Jay were in the kitchen preparing some food. You were facing each other leaning on the kitchen counter just enjoying each other’s company and falling in love with one another- in love- that’s a strong word.

“Don’t look at me like that” Jay shook his head averting his gaze to his feet. You furrowed your eyebrows trying to figure out what he meant.

“Like what?” “Like I’m the best thing that has happened to you. Because if you keep doing it, I’ll have to do something about it- and I don’t want to get my hopes up because I love you and if you don’t feel the same way I just don’t want us to not talk anymore. And God only knows how much a want to kiss you right now. But- but I haven’t because I respect you and Jack” that left you speechless, but no, you weren’t good enough you ex had drilled that into your brain like a CD. You shook your head without looking at him,

“You can’t love me Jay” “Why?”

“Because I’m not good enough for you” you said just in a whisper afraid of Jay confirming your thoughts. You saw him move from the corner of your eyes, and that’s it, that’s how this ends you’ll be heartbroken just because you weren’t worthy. But instead he moved in front of you, cupping your face in his hands, looking at you with a pained expression.

“God. Who put that in your head?” “I just…” he shook his head telling you he wasn’t finished yet.

“Who in their the hell would tell you that you’re not good enough? What’s being good enough? If anything I’M not good enough for you and Jack, I’ve been trough a lot in my life and I- even sometimes a feel like my mind is not mine. But here you are being so selfless and denying yourself what you deserve. You. Are. The most beautiful, sweet, innocent, loving and goofy woman I’ve ever met. I want you to be the one I wake up to, the one I come home to. I would give anything to be here or somewhere else with you and my kid every day. And knowing for a fact that it doesn’t matter what shit a go trough in the day I’ll have you both at the end of the day to make me forget every bad thing about this shitty world” that- that left you speechless you didn’t even notice that you were crying and gripping the wrists of his hands while they stayed on your face. You gave him a smile and when you were about to answer you heard Jack say

“Did you call me your kid?” that made you both Jay and you turn around and freeze- shit.

“You’ve never called me like that before” well now everything is going to hell. But the thing was that Jack didn’t look mad or confused he looked- he looked excited, happy, joyful- Jay looked at you as if asking for permission, you smiled and gave him a nod.

“Of course your my kid, Jack. If you want it to be that way” at this point Jay was slightly bend down to meet Jack’s eyes giving him an insecure look. Just then Jack smiled even bigger and launched himself at Jay wrapping his arms around Jay’s neck.

“Hell yess” that made Jay laugh picking Jack up with him still gripping his neck and turning around to meet your teary eyes. Jay gave you his handsome smile again approaching you until you were feet apart.

“Mom, you should kiss him” Jack said with his face buried in Jay’s shoulder closing his eyes as to not peek at any adult details- so innocent, and he better stay like that- you thought.

That made Jay and you burst out laughing. Jay got closer to you and pulling you into him by your waist looking at you expectantly. You knew he wouldn’t dare to cross that line until you communicated that you were ready. And without thinking about it, you stood on the tip of your toes giving him a kiss. Men you were feeling and earthquake, you both smiled into the kiss pulling apart to put you foreheads together and for Jay to rub his nose with yours. Pulling apart he gave you a wink and pulled you to him and Jack in sweet and comfortable hug. At that moment you realized this- this right here is what you wanted, fate has some funny and scary ways of working but everything worked at the end. Jay saved you from yourself that day, he made you a promise to save your son even though you didn’t know anything about each other and now the three of you were taking a leap into the beautiful unknown.

#jay halstead x y/n #jay halstead x reader #jay halstead x you #jay halstead #jay halstead fluff #jay halstead angst #one chicago fic #chicago pd imagines #fan fiction

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sara-scribbles · 3 years ago

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Pinky Promise?

Fandom: Twisted Wonderland Azul Ashengrotto/GN!Reader Other Characters: Epel Felmier, Jade Leech Word Count: 4,942 Summary: A young Azul forms a bond with a human. They make the promise to meet at Night Raven College when they're older. Six years is a long time and people change. Note: Just something I wrote from a friend's idea about being friends with Azul that devolved into this. It's more friendship with Azul with maybe a hint of a crush. Warnings: None but there is angst

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At the age of eight going on nine, the world is yours to explore. Your parents had dropped you off at your grandparents’ beach house. Your first time at the beach in a very long time, you are determined to explore every inch of the beach and collect as many shells for your budding collection.

Armed with your trusty bucket, shovel, towel, and sunscreen, you’re ready for your big adventure. Your grandparents bid you farewell with the warning of being wary of strangers. Running down to the beach, you notice not many people are there. Not that you mind as it means more to yourself.

First activity is to make a sandcastle. You’ve seen many pictures of amazing sandcastles and want to try your hand at it. Of course you know yours won’t be as big as the ones the adults make. Using magic does make it easier to create towering structures. However your magic isn’t much, so you stick with the old fashion way.

You pour sand in your bucket with a little sea water. Using the bucket as a mold you easily make three “towers” before sculpting them with your hands. You stick on small pieces of broken shells and rocks as decoration. This activity keeps you busy for an hour or so before you’re satisfied with your majestic, if not a bit lopsided, castle.

Rubbing your hands together to get rid of the extra sand, you reapply your sunscreen before deciding to search for shells. You scour along the beach for anything that catches your eye. Any shells that you find go into your bucket. Smooth, rigid, large, small, flat, round. They all go into the bucket with a plonk.

You find one particular beautiful shell. It’s small, barely the length of your longest finger. It has a beautiful spiral design that tapers into a thin point. The small hole where a hermit crab should be is empty. You wonder if you could make it into a necklace to wear. Placing it in your bucket, you wander over to the shallow pools.

Watching small crabs walking around the bottom of the pool, you hear a distant cry. Curious you follow the sound. It becomes more obvious that it’s someone crying. You can also make out other voices. You notice a group of children around your age bobbing in the water. They surround a raised sandbed.

As you wade through the waters, you can finally make out what the other kids are saying. And it’s not very nice.

“Come on ugly!”

“Look at him crying like a baby!”

“Will he ink? Ewwww!”

The kids finally seem to hear you splash your way over because they all stop jeering. Their eyes widen comically large. “You shouldn’t bully people! That’s wrong!” you shout.

“A human! Run or we'll be eaten!”

You watch in awe as they duck under the water. You see a few tail fins splash before they disappear. You had heard of merfolk before and how they lived in the Coral Sea. However, you had never seen any until now. Your attention is drawn back to the lone figure on the sandbed, who continues to sob.

Kneeling on the sand, you pat the top of his head. “Don’t cry! They’re gone.” The boy still sobs in his arms. You do your best to comfort him by patting his head. You recall your parents doing that when you were upset.

After a while, he seems to run out of tears as he hiccups. He finally looks up at you with bleary red eyes. You give him a big smile, revealing your missing front tooth. “Better?”

He nods slowly. Wiping his nose with his arm, he regards you cautiously. “A-are you gonna eat me?”

Your nose wrinkles. “No! I don’t eat people.”

“Oh…”

“I’m (y/n)!” You hold out your hand, remembering this is how adults greet each other.

He cautiously takes your hand and gives a weak shake. “A-Azul.”

Beaming, you shake heartily. “Why were those kids being mean to you?”

He looks away sniffling. “It’s because I’m an ugly octo-mermaid. They think I’m gross and worthless.”

You tilt your head to the side. “Well they’re wrong. I think you're cool looking!” Your eyes sparkle. “Your skin is such a pretty color like violets! And I bet it’s handy having eight extra arms to do multiple things at once!”

Azul’s face color a darker shade of purple at your praises. “Y-you think so?”

Nodding, you poke his cheek. “And your cheeks are soft like mochi! You’re very cute, I just wanna hug you!” You laugh as he pouts, his cheeks puffing up.

Seeming to forget about the bullies, Azul peers down in your bucket. “Are you collecting shells?”

“Yup! I wanna make a collection. Grandpa told me you can make jewelry out of seashells, so I’m looking for the prettiest ones.” Pointing at the houses in the distance that overlook the beach, you inform him, “They live in the light blue house. I’ll be here all summer, so I hope I find a lot!”

He shyly asks, “Do you want play together?”

“Yeah!” You’re eager to have a friend. Plus Azul seems nice.

He glances at the water. “I have to go home, but I can meet you here tomorrow?”

“Okay! It’s a deal.” You hold out your pinky. The boy hooks his small pinky with yours. It’s the start of a beautiful friendship.

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You spend your first summer playing with Azul. He shows you the many small shallow pools with different sea life. He takes you to safe places that aren’t too deep for you to swim. He tells you all about the Coral Sea, and you listen in rapture.

You teach him to build sandcastles, which go much better when there’s two people. Sometimes you’ll bring a snack with you to share with him. You find he really likes fried food, so you try to bring a treat every once and awhile. You tell him about your home as he’s never been beyond the Coral Sea.

It’s very much a summer you’ll never forget. But as all fun times must come to an end, you find yourself with only a day left.

Floating in the water, you stare up at the beautiful sky filled with white fluffy clouds. Azul bobs in the water near you. You point to one cloud. “That looks like a jackalope.”

“What’s that?”

“Uh…a rabbit with horns! I read about them in a book once.”

Azul squints as he stares at the same cloud. “It kinda looks like a sea bunny.”

“Those exist?!”

“Yup. They’re kinda small, white with black spots and two black ears,” he explains.

“Ohhh!”

After more pointing at clouds, you decide to dry off. Sitting on the towel you placed near the water, you sigh. “I’m leaving after today.”

Still floating in the water, Azul droops. “...”

“But I’ll be back next summer!” You try your best to sound cheerful. In honesty you don’t want to leave Azul.

“O-okay.” His voice wavers.

Patting the pockets of your jacket you had left with your towel, you find what you’re looking for. “I want to give you something, Azul. Close your eyes!”

Coming closer to shore, he closes his eyes. You place the necklace around his neck with a pleased smile. “Okay, you can look!”

It’s the small shell you found on your first day. Your grandpa had drilled a small hole in the shell and threaded a leather cord through it. Though you love the shell, you want Azul to have it. After all, he is your dear friend.

Azul holds the shell in his hands, his eyes gleam in awe. “R-really your g-giving this to m-me?” He looks close to tears.

Wrapping your arms around him, you give him a hug. “Yup! You’re my friend, Azul. And it’s also a promise that even when I’m not here, I’ll always be with you.”

He clings to your form crying. “T-thank you!”

Before you leave, you make another pinky promise to see him again next summer.

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At the age of eleven, the world doesn’t look as large as before, but you don’t mind because you have Azul. Every summer you spend it with your grandparents at their beach house. Every summer since you were eight going on nine, you spend it with Azul. You look forward to that time.

However things are changing, you know it. Behind the hushed arguments your parents have when they think you’re asleep, you know your home is falling apart. Behind the sad, pitying looks your grandparents give you when you come to stay, you know things won’t stay the same. Yet, you forget it all when you spend time with Azul. Because in your little bubble with the octo-mermaid, everything is okay.

“Hey, have you heard of Night Raven College?” you ask Azul as you soak your feet in the water. It’s colder than usual, so you opt to just relax on the sandbar while Azul floats nearby. You had given him a book to read, which he seems to enjoy, though he makes sure it doesn’t get wet.

He looks up from the book, eyes squinting. “Yeah. Why?”

“You should consider getting glasses, Azul. Your nose is basically buried in the book. I don’t think it’s good for your eyes.” You frown at him having mentioned this a few times already.

He only sighs. “I’ll look into it. I promise.”

You give him a stern look before returning back to the main topic. “I’d like to go there. Though I hear it’s only for mages who are talented. So I guess I’ll have to work super hard to get in.”

“I’m sure you can,” he says confidently. In Azul’s mind there’s nothing you can’t do.

Sitting up straighter, your eyes sparkle with an idea. “We should both go! That way, we can be together even after summer!”

He perks up at the idea. “Do you think I can make it?”

“Of course you can. You’re so smart and hard working, Azul. Be more confident in yourself.” You’re already imagining you two at NRC. “We’ll be able to have class together and eat together! It’ll be a lot of fun!”

Azul nods as he’s already trying to calculate everything he needs to do. The bullies have stopped bullying him mostly. And he does have two moray mermaids who he talks with during school. He’s already started developing his unique magic. “We’ll have to work hard for the next five years. It would be best to study everything possible. They probably want a well rounded student.”

You’re glad to see him getting excited. He almost doesn’t notice the sad tilt of your smile. Almost. “Is something wrong, (y/n)?”

Looking away, you find interest in the sand. “My parents have been fighting a lot. I think they hope I don’t notice, but it's hard to ignore when they’re fighting at night. I think they’re gonna get a divorce…”

Azul swims to the shore while placing the book down on your towel. He grasps your hand and gives it a squeeze. “I’m sorry.” There’s not much he can do. So he pats your head while getting sea water all over you.

Snorting, you try pushing his hand away. But the teasing smile on his lips tells you he won’t stop until you’re smiling. Laughing, you relent and allow yourself to be patted. “Thanks, Azul.”

He still wears the necklace you gave him all those years ago. He stops patting your head. “I can’t do much about your parents, but if you ever want to talk about it, I’m here.”

“Yeah…” You fiddle with your own shell necklace that Azul had gifted you the year after you had given him one. It’s a beautiful nautilus shell with orange stripes all along the outside. “I don’t think I’ll be coming back here,” you confess after a moment.

Azul’s hand tightens around yours. You continue, “My grandparents are getting old and I heard they were planning to sell the summer house before going to a retirement community. So this looks like it’ll be my last summer.”

You two remain silent. Azul holds your hand with a death grip. You look at him to see that he’s trying to hold back tears, though some have already leaked out of the corners of his eyes. Reaching forward, you wipe them off his face.

Finally he speaks. “We’ll meet at Night Rave College.” He holds out his pinky.

Grinning, you hook your free pinky with his. “It’s a promise!”

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As you suspect that summer is your last at the beach house. You spend your days being shuttled between both parents. You try your best to study hard for NRC. However, with the fighting and the constant tug-of-war for you, you're unable to focus. When the time rolls around for those who got into the school to leave, you remain where you are.

Disappointment tastes bitter in your mouth. You’re unable to let Azul know that you won’t be there with him. There’s no doubt in your mind he got in on the first try. He’s brilliant and hard working. Gripping the nautilus shell, you vow to block everything else out and focus. You won’t allow yourself to be distracted. Not this time.

So when the black carriage comes to pick you up, you’re ready to go. A year late, but it doesn’t matter. You’ll see Azul. Finally.

You stand in front of the magic mirror, proud you’re there after working so hard. The mirror sorts you into Pomefiore. You’re a bit taken aback but go with it. It’s not like your house determines who you hang out with. All the while, you look for Azul but don’t see him among the upperclassmen.

After settling down in your room, you leave the dorm to explore the school. A bit of your childish wonder still remains. You observe each statue of the seven, examine each classroom, and walk around the halls. It’s all a wonder to you. You’re too busy focusing on looking around you that you nearly collide with another student.

“Hey!”

“Sorry!” you apologize immediately while noting the student is a boy in your dorm. He’s very beautiful with soft features. The glare he throws at you doesn’t do much to scare you.

“Maybe don’t have your heads in the clouds,” he admonishes.

You shrug. “How can I not? I dreamed of coming here for so long, I can’t believe I’m here.” Tossing him an easy grin, you introduce yourself. “I’m (y/n), a first year.”

“Epel Felmier. Also a first year.” He seems to loosen up at your easy attitude. “So we’re both in Pomefiore…”

“You make it sound like a death sentence,” you snicker.

He sighs. “I wanted to be in Savanaclaw. They’re all so strong looking, I thought I could become like that.” He bemoans his fate as you two walk to the dining hall.

“I don’t really care which dorm I was put into. I just wanted to get here.” You pile food on your dish. “I made a promise with a friend to go to NRC with him. I’m a year late, but I made it!”

“Who’s your friend?” You two sit down away from the other students.

“His name’s Azul. He’s from the Coral Sea.” You look around but still don’t see him. “I haven’t seen him for six years, but I’m sure I’ll recognize him when I do.”

“Is that something he gave you?” Epel points at the nautilus necklace peeking out of your uniform.

You nod as you take it out to show him. “It’s something I’ve had for a while. It might sound sappy, but it’s like a part of him is with me.”

Epel grins. “It is sappy. But nice.” The two of you share a laugh as you tuck the necklace back under your shirt.

As you and Epel chat, you find yourself enjoying the conversation. Despite his bristly personality at first, he’s alright. You learn of his strong dislike for when people mistake him for a girl, his desire to be more manly, and his family’s apple farm.

The two of you head back to the dorm. “First day of class tomorrow, I’m so nervous.” You’ll have more time to find Azul hopefully.

“What class do you have first?”

“Potions. You?”

“Flight. I get to meet Ashton Vargas!” Epel’s eyes sparkle. “I aspire to be physically fit like him,” he explains when you look at him quizzically.

“Huh. Well, good luck tomorrow.” Giving him a wave, you head to your room. You fall asleep the moment your head touches your pillow.

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It’s about three weeks into the school year, and you still have no luck finding Azul. Perhaps it wouldn’t be as easy as you first thought. The school is quite large and there are a number of dorms. Not only that, but you find yourself being buried in school work. The professors pile on work after work. You find yourself spending more time in the library or studying in your room. The few times you have to breathe, you’re sleeping as you’re too tired to do much else.

You and Epel lament at the workload. At least you have someone to bemoan your fate with. Epel excels in flying class. The few times you’ve seen him fly, he’s so graceful on a broom. You’re not great but at least you do better than some; you manage to avoid falling off. You do well in the history of magic as you find it fascinating. Where most would be snoozing, you were carefully writing down notes and asking questions. Sometimes you would forget about finding Azul as classes took up most of your thoughts.

It’s during midterms when you finally have your fateful encounter.

Students are moaning and groaning about possibly failing the midterm. You’re mostly confident you can pass in all classes except Alchemy. It’s one of those classes you struggle in with the calculations and whatnot. It makes no sense!

“I’m gonna fail this…!” you cry out in frustration.

Epel glances over from his own studying. His face scrunches up. “Alchemy…bleh!”

“Yeah but it’s a bleh I have to pass.” You bury your face in the textbook. “Make it make sense!”

“Hey,” Looking up, you see two other Pomefiore students. “Are you struggling with Alchemy too?”

An eyebrow goes up. “Yeah?” You don’t know the two nor have you ever talked to them.

“Well what if we told you about a study guide that can help you pass?” They both look eager.

“Sounds too good to be true,” you scoff.

One holds his hand over his chest. “I swear it’s true. I heard it from a second year. He got a study guide from this first year, and aced his midterms. And that first year is now the head of the Octavinelle dorm.”

The other one nods. “Yeah, all you have to do is sign a contract and the study guide is yours.”

Rolling your eyes, you can’t believe what you’re hearing. “Sounds even fishier than before. Why would I sign a contract for a study guide? What’s in it for the other person?”

The two scratch their heads. “We’re actually not sure. The upperclassman said we have to go to him to find out. But we’re kinda scared of the two sophomores who work there…”

Epel snorts. “What’s so scary about sophomores?”

“Well to start they’re both super tall with scary sharp teeth. One of them likes to squeeze people until they pop!” the girl explains, hands waving around wildly.

You wave them off. “I’m not interested in selling my soul for a study guide.”

“Suit yourself.” They both turn to leave the library. “Damn it! We gotta meet with Azul in three minutes!”

Your ears perk up when you hear the name. “Wait! I’m coming with you.”

“Huh? I thought you didn’t want to sell your soul?”

“I…there’s something I’m curious about.”

Following the two students to Mostro Lounge, you’re taken aback by the cool and jazzy atmosphere. You had heard about the lounge but never had an opportunity to visit. You see a number of different students sitting in booths sipping drinks, eating delicious looking food, and having a good time.

“Welcome to Mostro Lounge. My name is Jade. How can I help you?” a smooth, almost eerie voice asks.

You have to crane your neck at the very tall looking student. He gives you all a closed eyed smile. You wonder if he’s one of those scary sophomores they had mentioned. There is something chilling about him. His dual colored eyes seem to pierce right through you.

“W-we have a m-meeting with A-Azul A-Ashengrotto,” the boy manages to stutter out.

He checks a list and nods. “Yes, his three-o-clock.” His eyes dart over to you. “I was informed it would be two people…”

Clearing your throat, a lie slips easily from your tongue. “They were telling me about this study guide, and I’m afraid of failing Alchemy, so I thought I’d come along.”

He smiles widely, revealing sharp teeth. “I’m sure Azul won’t mind. Please follow me this way.”

As you follow behind them, your heart pounds in your chest. You want to believe that this Azul is your Azul. But you also don’t want to believe it because it sounds like your Azul has decided to start some shady business dealings. The image of the innocent octo-mermaid from your childhood is starting to blur. You hope you’re wrong and that this Azul just happens to share the same name.

He leads you to a back office that upon first look is very fancy. You notice the rather large safe behind the desk. It’s a nice office as it’s made to make one feel nervous but also important enough to get a meeting. You also don’t miss the figure sitting at the desk, hands folded neatly in front of him.

Though he’s no longer in his octo-mermaid form, you do recognize him as your Azul. He’s changed a lot in the six years since you last saw him. The innocent look in his eyes has been replaced with a calculating stare. Gone was the soft smile, replaced with a cold smirk. He at least listened to you and got glasses.

He doesn’t notice you just yet as you linger behind the other two students. Jade introduces everyone to him. “You’re three-o-clock, Azul. Oh and they brought an extra guest who’s curious about your offer.”

As the two students move to sit down, you meet his gaze. His eyes widen a fraction and you notice his hands tighten a bit. But he composes himself and quickly focuses on the other Pomefiore students. You quietly take the seat brought by Jade and sit on the edge.

“So, you’re interested in my study guide?” he asks, his tone cool and smooth. Nothing like the sweet, soft voice you knew.

The boy nods. “Yeah, we heard you helped a bunch of students pass their midterms.”

“Of course, who am I to not help a poor unfortunate soul?” He produces two contracts with a dramatic flourish. “As you can see, part of the contract requires you to complete a certain stipulation. As long as you score within the top 50 for that class, you won’t owe me a thing.”

They barely read the contract as they’re too focused on listening to Azul. You lean over and read the finer details of the contract. As you read, your mood sours. A sour taste fills your mouth as you carefully go over everything.

“If you are unable to score within the top 50, you will be required to work for Monstro Lounge until your graduation. Oh, and I get to keep that special ability or trait you offer as collateral until then as well,” he finishes explaining.

They both seem a bit hesitant so he adds, “As long as you use my guide, you are bound to get at least a 90%. A good score I would say.” He pushes his frames up as he smiles at them. Not once has he looked at you.

“Well…that doesn’t sound so bad!” The girl quickly signs the contract.

The other student follows suit while muttering, “That other guy isn’t working so it must be easy to make it to the top 50.”

Once the contract is signed, Azul takes them back and carefully places them in a draw. “Wonderful! Jade will lead you out and give you the study guides.”

The tall one comes back immediately as if summoned, and gestures for them to follow him. When you don’t move, he gives you another polite smile. “Please come this way.”

Gripping the arms of the chair tightly, you shake your head. “I still have something to discuss. Right, Azul?” You stare directly in his eyes, which he quickly averts.

Coughing, he waves Jade off. “You can take those two.”

He seems a bit curious but leaves the office with the two in tow. The door closes with a dreaded click. Now it’s just you and Azul. You don’t say anything as you stare at him. You take in everything. He occasionally glances at you but quickly looks away.

You speak up first. “So, this is what you’ve been up to…”

“...(y/n) I-”

“What is this Azul?” You cut him off in anger. “You’re offering such shady deals to students that I know will most likely fall in your favor. They might not have read the contract but I did. And I know it’s impossible to get the top 50 in a class, especially if you’re offering this deal to a lot of students! Why would you do this!? Why are you exploiting people?!”

He’s taken aback by your sudden rise in tone. His mouth opens and closes a few times before it snaps shut with a click. You want to reach over the desk and hold his hand, but you resist the temptation. Instead your expression softens and you lower your voice.

“I know I haven’t seen you in years. But what happened to the sweet Azul I knew?” You want to find the Azul you knew, but it’s difficult to imagine the person in front of you as your best friend.

His expression darkens as he clenches his jaw. “The old Azul was a crybaby who could never do anything on his own. I’m better now! I have power that I never had before. No one looks down on me! Isn’t this a good thing, (y/n)?”

It’s your turn to be surprised. The way he talks about his former self is as if he wants to forget. “It’s not if you’re the one using people! You’re better than this!”

Azul’s gaze is icy. “So you prefer when I was a crybaby no one respected?”

You jump up from your seat. “What? No! You were never a crybaby to me, Azul. You were my best friend, who showed me the wonders of the ocean. I’ve always believed in you.”

He regards you coolly. “I’ve finally shed aside my past, (y/n). If you can’t accept me for who I am now, then I’m not sure where that leaves us.”

Your eyes burn with tears and you have to swallow a few times to stop the lump in your throat from forming. “How can I accept someone who is willing to use others for their own gain?”

Azul looks away, his hands clenched at his side. “Then I guess we have no other business to discuss.”

Your hand finds the nautilus shell you’ve worn for so long; it’s warm from being against your skin this entire time. It’s worn from constant wear, from long nights of holding it in your hands. You wonder if Azul still has the shell you gave him. Or did he shed it like everything else in his past?

“You know,” you say with a humorless laugh, “I worked hard to come here so I could be with you. It was our promise, and I was hellbent on keeping it. But I realize now how childish it was.”

Placing the nautilus shell on his desk, you want to take it back. But you can’t. The past is the past; he’s made it abundantly clear. Holding on to it will only hurt. Azul looks at what you slide over and nearly loses a grip on his cold demeanor.

“You might as well throw it away with the other one,” you say bitterly. You leave the office without looking back. The door slams with a finality.

Out of the office and back in lounge, the breezy jazz music does nothing to lift your spirits. You ignore the looks from the two tall sophomores. You realize they’re twins but quickly focus on leaving. You never want to step into that lounge for as long as you're here.

When you return to the library, Epel can tell from your face that you’re unhappy. However, he doesn’t ask for which you are grateful. You bury yourself in your textbook, trying to forget everything that transpired.

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In the privacy of his office, Azul remains in his seat with his chair facing the door. He runs his thumb over the surface of your shell. Underneath his own shirt lies the shell necklace you made him so long ago. Those nights when he was frustrated, he would look at it. It reminded him of your smile, your laughter, your constant support. It reminded him of the promise to meet at NRC again. With as much as he wanted to cast aside his past, you are not something he could ever let go.

But it seems the choice has been made for him. He can only stare hollowly at the nautilus and wonder if his choices are the right ones.

#twst imagines #twisted wonderland imagines #twisted wonderland #azul ashengrotto #twst azul #azul ashengrotto x reader #azul x reader #reader insert #scenario

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bennifits · 3 years ago

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"Wake up"

A/N: i've made my rounds back to sherlock man. i'm like reading all the old fics n stuff, seems like the fandom is hardly active anymore like i finally got to watch the final episode and cried so hard dude I-

Summary: Strange things have been happening since you woke up from an accidental nap. Apprently, you're dying.

Masterlist

Your eyes felt heavy as you open them, blurry-eyed and feeling heavy. Head heavy proped up in your hand as you lean on one side of the arm chair beside the fire. Feeling the warmth of the flat's fireplace flicker beside you, feeling like soft kisses that gives you some form of nostalgia you can't quite place as it warms the side of your body that it reaches. The rain outside softly blanketing the roof and windows, making rain drops race each other down the window to see who will reach the ground first.

Since you had fallen asleep, a woolen blanket had been laid upon your lap, the book you had been reading placed face down on an open page beside you. You don't remember putting it down, or falling asleep by the fire.

"I hope I didn't wake you."

A soft monotone voice reached your ears from the kitchen, making your heart feel warm as you softly smile, shutting your eyes briefly as he rounds the corner from the kitchen, passing you and placing a gentle kiss atop of your head.

"No, you didn't, love" he smile at him.

Sherlock sits across from you in his arm chair, pouring some fresh hot tea from the teapot into your favourite cup before briefling standing up to pass your cup over. You pull him down to kiss his cheek affectionately.

"Thank you" You smile, feeling the steam rise from the cup into your face. "It's funny really, I don't even remember falling asleep" you chuckle lightly at him as he smiles at you and sipping his own.

"Y/N! Can you hear me?"

"Of course I can hear you, I have ears"

Sherlock raises his eyebrows, peeking up from his newspaper. "I didn't say anything" he says

"Oh" you reply "Sorry, I thought you said something"

Without thinking much of it, you adjust the rug to get comfier shuffling in your seat to really embed yourself into the cushioning of it before reaching over to your book and picking it back up, being careful to not skip a page or drop it.

Placing it on your lap and opening it up you freeze up eyes squinting at the page as you now suddenly can't make up the words on the page, rubbing your eyes you blink to try and make sense of it, your head slightly starting to throb. You can see the words but you can't seem to make out what they're saying. Two words at the top left of the first page catching your eyes as you try to make them out, the words make your blood run cold.

'Wake up.'

Wake up?

You turn the page, more words you can't make out, but it's changed.

'Come on Y/N hang in there.'

'Wake up, please.'

'She's still breathing, keep pressure there'

You can faintly hear the words as you read them, at the back of your mind you can hear John, barking orders to someone to keep the pressure, someone is asking where they are, what had happened.

But you're breathing, you're here, you can feel it.

"Interesting..." Sherlock's voice snaps you away from the book. He'd placed down the paper and is now staring intently at you. His face makes your chest feel heavy.

"Interesting?" You're confused, puzzled, confuzzled even at his choice of word. Your gut twists painfully.

"Yes" he says "You're dying, Y/N."

You nervously laugh, eyes darting across the room. You swear the chair where the new clients sit, wasn't there before. You draw in a shakey breath.

"That's impossible" you reply, trying to shake off the feeling of dread. Your head throbs harder.

"On the contrary" he replies.

You blink, and you're in the chair. The book is gone, the blanket neatly folded against the back of the chair. The warmth of the fire having faded away immediately, your back sending a shiver down your spine.

"Sherlock" you plead

"Even though you are dying, you subconsciously chose Baker Street for you to hide in. The safest place in all of London, by my side"

"It's not the safest." you try to joke "Remember the 'gas leak'?"

He nods. "You should really wake up."

You watch him circle you like a vulture, like death itself waiting to collect you, to take you away, home. He towers over your sitting form easily, it's daunting.

"At least you fell the right way." he says, making your head spin as your watch him do circles around you. "Backwards. Good move on your part"

"I think you told me that once..."

Short of breath, you reach for your upper abdomen, a hole is there, a hole in your shirt and in your skin. You can feel it as your fingers hover over, but no pain. You can feel the blood slowly seep into your hands, you go to wipe them away, to deny whatever is going on, it's not real. But, Sherlock circles back around and kneels before you. He takes your bloody hands comfortingly, they're warm in his.

"It'll be okay." he reassures "I know it's scary, dying. But you'll be fine, I promise"

With a shakey nod you hum an affirmative, a tear running down your face. You suddenly feel okay, like you were floating on air, clean air entering your lungs as you breathe in and out for a few moments.

"So wake up"

#bennijie writes #sherlock x y/n #sherlock fanfic #sherlock holmes #sherlock holmes x reader #bbc sherlock

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sheetsonfire · 2 years ago

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Dead and Waiting | Part 7

Fandom: Chicago PD

Pairing: Jay Halstead x Reader

Genre: Drama, angst, romance, thriller

Warnings: smut, violence, harassment, swearing, gun mentions, fire, injuries, sickness

Word Count: 3691

Requested By Anon: hi! can i request a jay halstead x reader where you work in intelligence with him and for some reason (maybe undercover work) you have to fake your death and no one knows, not even jay… but you end up returning once it’s safe again and he’s mad but also relieved?

thanks and totally understand if you pass over this request <3

This is Part 7, click for Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 8, Part 9 (FINAL PART), EPILOGUE |

A/N: TRT = Tactical Response Team / TR Officer = Tactical Response Officer

It had been a week since your funeral, and a week since Jay was allowed to return to active duty. Following the funeral, the wake, and Jay’s impromptu surveillance on that apartment he had found, Hank had agreed to help Will keep an eye on his brother, finally letting the doctor get back to work. Though Will never begrudged caring for Jay and helping him with everything, Will found himself needing the distraction and the return to normalcy too. There was a heavy atmosphere over a lot of people's heads.

Hank had tried his resolute best to keep Jay in the bullpen and ease him into things, but anybody who knew anything about Jay Halstead would understand what a task that was. Thankfully for the sergeant, the special task force - the one he had put together whilst Intelligence were on compassionate leave - had done a respectable job at staying hot on Jeremy Sr’s tail. This meant that in the week of Jay’s return, Intelligence's new case was the one case Jay had his mind on. They were drawing ever closer to capturing and arresting the mastermind behind it all, the perpetrator of your ‘death’.

As per their agreement, Jay had been partnered with Hank, and they found themselves in the older man’s SUV. Jay was sitting shotgun with his fingers tapping restlessly on the door handle, his eyes fixated on the dark shadows of movement in the upstairs window of the building, their target was at home. Multiple sources from the preliminary surveillance had confirmed the sighting of a second figure, shorter than Jeremy and possibly female. The working theory was that Jeremy had Caitlin Birch under his control and in captivity.

With a pin-drop silence they were listening to every word Burden Sr said to an associate on the other end of the phone, hearing how about “that mess from a few weeks ago has been all cleared up, everything is ready to proceed, I have to take care of one more inconvenience first”.

The point had been to try and get further incriminating evidence on audio surveillance before executing the warrant they already had. Right now, hearing him talk about your life as a mess that was cleared, hearing him talk about the illicit activity he had planned to carry out further, and hearing him talk about potentially getting rid of the suspected hostage he had inside… well, it spoke for itself. They were getting sentence after sentence of pure gold.

It did nothing for Jay’s mood, however, with each passing minute he felt just about ready to crawl out of his skin and leap from the car to the top floor of the building. He was itching to put an end to that foul being that still walked the earth whilst you didn’t.

Their current location was a different spot to the one Jay had been staking out the nights before. And what Jay hadn’t known whilst he was dealing with your funeral was that Hank had been receiving constant updates from the TRT on the case. Your case.

Hank watches through his night vision binoculars as the TRT silently, in the dark of the blacked-out street, made its way towards the apartment building. It was an apartment in a well-to-do area, the penthouse no less. But rather foolishly Burden Sr hadn’t changed cars when he changed apartments, a cocksure move that had backfired. The team could only surmise that he thought law enforcement would have gone out of the city to look for him, rather than stay focused inwards.

The vehicle they had confirmed as belonging to Burden Sr sat parked on the street, it was sleek and new, just the same that had been coming and going from the apartment before this one. Now, Adam and Kim were locking the wheels with clamps, moving with the TRT to pry open the door, silence the alarm almost immediately and open it up to begin evidence seizure.

Looking at the front door to the apartment building, Hank watches another officer pry open the card-only access, slicing away the failsafe bolt with a laser cutter. Kevin goes in with them as they ascend the flights of stairs to the penthouse, he can feel Jay’s body thrumming with energy. The energy that is being held back by the invisible leash Hank put on him; they wait in anticipation as they receive hushed updates from the team’s leader on the comms.

“Sergeant Voight, we’ve got some movement going down the back stairwell on the West, an individual matching the suspect's height and clothing is attempting to flee via the emergency exits, no sign of the second individual. We are in pursuit, officers are waiting at the bottom.”

Hank leans forward in his seat, eyes tracking each and every movement outside the building, commanding into the radio, “Stay on him, do not let this son of a bitch get away!”

Jay eyes Hank, nostrils flaring, his thoughts rapid-firing across his mind. “Sarge, it’s not right. It’s too obvious that he’s making another play. Why would he leave without a hostage? We didn’t hear screams, gunfire, anything…no reason to think she’s not still alive. He's got someone else decoying, I know it.”

Before Hank can even query what Jay’s theory was, your fiancé is reaching for the door handle and climbing out of the SUV.

“This is Detective Halstead with Intelligence, be advised of a possible redirect from the suspect. Intelligence officers are moving towards the East exit, TR officers hold your position on the West.”

“Jay!” Hank hisses, walking at speed as he follows him in the direction of Adam and Hailey whom Jay is already silently flanking down and motioning for them to follow, Kim moving off to assist Kevin. “We talked about this!” Hank tries to grab Jay’s shoulder, fearing what would happen if he didn’t keep stride with Jay.

“Sarge, I know this asshole. He wouldn’t do something stupid like use the exits nearest to his apartment, and he wouldn’t leave his leverage behind. He’s gonna have found a way to loop back through the apartments and come out on the East, somebody is obviously helping him. Now you can either come, or go back to the SUV, but I’m not sitting there and watching this thing fail.”

Hank relinquishes his grip on Jay but steps in stride with him, Adam and Hailey silently eyeing each other as they walk either side of the pair. Ready to intercept or help if need be.

Kevin's voice comes in over the radio, “Sarge, we have someone in custody, but it’s not Burden. I repeat it is not Burden.”

Jay eyes Hank for a split second before taking off towards the East exit, ignoring the calls of his name as Hank, Hailey and Adam followed.

With thundering footfalls of boots on pavement, Jay comes to a skittering halt when he spots someone he recognises to be Caitlin Birch, being held by her hair, as she’s dragged towards another vehicle.

It made sense now, under the reactivated streetlight Jay could see Caitlin was covered in bruises and marks, both old and new. Burden would have undoubtedly seen Caitlin as a betrayer to his whole empire and, instead of simply killing her off, he had brought her along for the consequences of everything blowing up in his face. She was wide-eyed and terrified, legs Bambi-like as she tried to find some sort of footing with the motion of being dragged.

Burden’s free hand produces a gun to her head and Jay steps forward, about to draw his gun but hesitation wheedles its way in. Caitlin was in danger, and he couldn’t afford to provoke the man holding her. He knew that, but he also knew that you’d want him to do everything he could to protect Caitlin. So he was left with no option but to try and talk down the man that had ruined everything, no matter how much the anger bit into his nerves.

“Jeremy, you know this won’t end the way you’ve planned, release her and we can work something out.”

Burden snarls, pressing the gun harder against Caitlin’s temple. “This whore betrayed my son, I had to kill him for his stupidity, and now I’ll have to kill her. Just like I had to kill your detective. She was yours wasn’t she?”

It feels like the air around him gets sucked away, jaw clenched as he stares out the man before him.

"Oh yes, we know all about your lying little bitch, in cahoots with this one." Burden yanks at Caitlin's hair again, and a small whimper escapes her as she rolls her already damaged ankle whilst trying to squirm away.

Jay’s heart and blood pressure leap, body vibrating with pain and rage, he so desperately wants to produce his weapon and fire without contemplation.

Burden is unphased by the threat around him, choosing to taunt Jay further,

"The CPD remains with its gaps in the fortress, Detective. It doesn't take too much to find things out. Such a shame you won't get that lovely wedding now..."

Jay darts forward before skidding to a halt again as Burden cocks the gun under Caitlin's jaw, "What the fuck did you just say? Huh?!" Jay is so close to snapping, itching to run forward and deal with the fallout. A hand clasps his shoulder.

“Jay, don’t.” Hank’s voice is stern, and level, he trusts Jay's control implicitly but he knows everyone has a limit. Knows how quickly this could all get away from them. The last thing everybody needed now was an investigation from Internal Affairs on why Jay was allowed to command the situation and get a civilian killed.

Jay doesn’t acknowledge Hank but doesn’t advance, nor does he point his gun either. He bites back a comment about Hank choosing his moment to show restraint, he knows better than to do that, even in this moment of unfiltered distress.

Hailey and Adam are communicating with the rest of the officers, Kevin had gone to make his way through the building and come out behind Burden, and Kim coming round the opposite side of the block.

Hank steps forward, taking his hand off Jay but keeping close.

“Jeremy, I’m Sergeant Hank Voight. It’s over, Jeremy. We can make things happen for you, but you have to let Caitlin leave alive.”

“Make things happen? I am not stupid, Sergeant. You’ll make nothing happen, and I am better off making arrangements myself. Now I’m taking this rat with me and we’re leaving. Attempt to track me and I’ll blow her brains out.”

There’s a beat of silence and Hank turns to Jay, talking quietly.

“Find a TRT sniper, ask for his weapon, go to the roof.” It feels like an order but it also feels like Hank giving Jay a chance for retribution. Jay hesitates, he doesn’t like the feeling of Hank basically giving him permission to murder your killer. It’s a little too ‘eye for an eye’, he really didn’t want to play that way.

“Jay, he’s going to kill this girl if we try something on the ground, whether it’s you or someone else, we do need a sniper. So you can go, nobody is going to see it any other way than you protecting this girl, they’ve heard his demands.”

He reaches out, squeezing Jay’s shoulder and hesitation still lingers across your fiancé's eyes. No matter the job it would always affect him, in some way, when taking somebody’s life. Jay glances at Jeremy who remains with an iron grip on Caitlin, he had no intention of being dissuaded from the path he was taking and Jay’s duty was to protect the woman in his hold.

Jay exhales, nodding curtly at Voight as he disappears toward the tactical vans, disappearing behind a row of trees out of Burden’s eye line.

[Elsewhere]

You were doing better this week, it has been nearly two weeks since everything had been totally snatched out of your control. Your pneumonia was starting to ease off, and the shots and the IV antibiotic had seen to your progressing recovery. Gradually you had been able to stay awake for longer periods, eat more substantial food, and even some mobility in your arm was coming back.

Truth be told, the more you physically improved it felt like a greater battle to stay together mentally. Being without your life, your fiancé, your friends and colleagues alike, your need for a routine and a sense of purpose was starting to scrape at the inside of your head. It felt like your whole reality just got further away with each passing moment, not ever knowing when or if it would come to an end. You only hoped that Burden bastard was stopped sooner than later.

In the meantime you’d been trying to keep occupied in recuperation, daytime TV gave you terminal boredom and a sense of detachment, so you opted to ask for a radio where you could listen to classical music that filled the daily silence. You weren’t allowed a phone or a computer, not even your suggestion that they put blocks on the computer or phone made them consider it. They didn’t trust that you wouldn’t attempt to find a workaround and make contact with someone at the district.

You had, however, been allowed a notebook. A notebook that helped write endless ages of case notes, things that you remembered from day one of being undercover until now. ATF had taken your statement once you were well enough after waking up in the hospital, but these were notes you were going to keep for Intelligence and for when you could get home. Amongst the notes were also letters, letters to friends, to family, to Kim, to Hailey, to Adam, to Kevin, to Jay… You were on Jay’s right now, trying to feel a closeness to him by writing for him.

[“I am sure you are going out of your mind right now, and I know I’d be the same if the roles were reversed. Please don’t give the others too much of a hard time, I know they’d do anything for me too, so be patient with them. I am holding on for the day I can tell you I’m still here, Jay, I can’t wait to hold you and reassure you that everything isn’t a nightmare. Because let’s be honest, it feels like a nightmare right now doesn’t it?

I am being treated okay here I guess, but I can’t help feeling they’re keeping so much from me, there’s a coldness here. It’s almost like a mistrust, a sense that I’m somehow the enemy… I don’t know, I find myself wishing more and more that Hank would show up and mess their shit up. Isn’t that funny? The thing we spend our time stopping him from doing too extremely. I long for the day you come through that door, Jay, to be able to hold you again is all I want. I-”]

Your focused scrawling is disturbed by the door to your room opening, your head snaps up and you’re met with the faces of Stensing and Huffman, they have an expression on their faces you hadn’t been privy to before now. You recognise it as relief.

The two agents step into the room and you put your pen and paper to the side, eyebrow raised in curiosity,

“Can I help you, fellas?”

They exchange a glance.

“He’s dead, detective. They killed Jeremy Burden. You will be free to return to Chicago and to your unit in the morning.”

…

[Back in Chicago]

Now that Jay had disappeared off into the treeline along the street, Jeremy shifts uncomfortably whispering something into Caitlin’s ear. He eyes Hank with a scowl, flitting his gaze back and forth between Adam and Hailey who remain flanking Hank.

“What’s the matter, did I say something I shouldn’t have?” He snarls, kicking Caitlin to her knees from behind her legs.

Hank holds out his hands in placation, “Jeremy, Jeremy listen to me, I’ve sent him away, it’s just you and me now, we can have this conversation respectfully…Just don’t hurt the girl anymore.”

“I don’t think I quite believe you, Sergeant. In fact, I think your little detective friend hasn’t wandered off to sulk at all, so I’m going to teach you all a lesson. FIVE-... FOUR… THREE…I will pull this trigger if you don’t call off your little plan, RIGHT NOW.”

Caitlin is sobbing uncontrollably, no matter how much her kidnapper tells her to be quiet, eyes squeezed shut as she waits for the inevitable. Hank doesn’t move, he doesn’t reach for his radio to tell Jay to pull back. He knows that Jeremy knows that he can’t kill the only thing stopping the officers on the ground from firing their weapons.

“TWO!” Burden roars, mumbling angrily and incoherently to Caitlin.

And then... A gunshot.

Silence.

The world is still for a split second before Hank, Hailey and Adam take off running toward Caitlin and Jeremy Burden’s now very still body.

“Caitlin, Caitlin are you hit, are you hurt?” Adam bends down to pry her from underneath Burden’s body.

“No-no… I wasn’t hit, oh my god, oh my god…” She begins sobbing again and Adam helps her to her feet, carefully supporting her weak body as Hailey comes round her other side to help.

Between gasping breaths, Caitlin asks with trembling words, “Is it- is it over?” Hailey squeezes her gently, speaking softly,

“It’s over, Caitlin, nobody’s going to hurt you anymore.” Caitlin nods, still unable to control her shocked whimpered sobs as she limps towards an ambulance. Hailey and Adam exchange a glance as they spot Jay almost robotically reappearing from the apartment building, handing the rifle back to the officer he’d taken it from and trudging back towards Hank's car.

Hank bends down beside Jeremy Burden’s body, making sure there was in fact no pulse before calling over officers to roll the crime lab. He stands once more, motioning over Kim and Kevin who were now breaking off from their group of TR officers.

“I want you two to run point here, I’m going to take care of Halstead. Meet us back at the district.”

“Copy you, Sarge.” Kevin nods,

“Yes, Sarge.” Kim gives a sympathetic smile, patting his shoulder as she follows Kevin towards the staging area to speak to other officers.

The senior officer scans the crowd of law enforcement looking for Jay, spotting him crouched by the SUV. With a look to Adam and Hailey who are standing by Caitlin’s ambulance, Hank nods and motions with his palm, silently requesting that they stay with her. He receives another two nods as he makes his way to Jay.

As he gets closer he can hear Jay trying to take calming breaths, he keeps his approach careful and relatively slow, “Jay?” He queries softly. Jay lifts his head with tired and red eyes, hastily swiping at his tears he stands back up.

“Job's done, Sarge. Where do you want me?” He sniffs, mouth set into a thin line, the walls to his emotions going back up with speed.

“I want you to come back to the district with me, bro. We’re going to debrief, and you’re gonna get you the time you need.”

“Sarge, that’s not necessary, I-”

“Jay, this isn’t a negotiation. We’re going back to the 21st. We are only just beginning to give ATF hell for everything that’s happened, I need you to have your head on straight.”

Jay is quiet for a moment, considering Hank’s words before nodding curtly, his eyes full of fire once again as he climbs into the passenger seat.

En route to the district, it’s quiet, Jay toys with the rings around his neck, sighing as he closes his eyes, trying to imagine your voice or your touch, wishing that him ridding the world of Jeremy Burden made it all hurt any less. It didn’t.

Hank’s turning into the street that takes them to the 21st when the caller ID on his car springs to life. The name “Huffman ATF” flashes and Hank answers, eyeing Jay for a second. The detective sits up straighter in his seat, listening intently, anger already filling his veins before he’s heard what the agent has to say.

“Voight.”

“Sergeant Voight, this agent Huffman. I’ve heard from your higher-ups that you managed to seize and kill Jeremy Burden today?”

“The killing wasn’t planned, agent, but yes. We got the job done, no thanks to you. Did you even know he still had Caitlin Birch?”

“Well, we had our assumptions, but our primary focus was on securing the weapons and the individual responsible.”

Jay and Hank scoff at the same time at Huffman’s callous statement, not at all surprised given their attitude throughout.

Huffman continues, “I’m sure we’ll have some very productive conversations and liaisons now that you have helped us so wonderfully with the seizure of Burden’s property. We have reason to believe there are other locations that may provide us with other suspects, targets and all relevant information.”

“We will not be working with you until we’ve filed a formal complaint, agent. Is there anything else you want before I get back to actually doing my job?”

The agent sighs at the other end of the line,

“I wish you played more nicely, Sergeant. I really do… Yes, there is something else. It’s a sensitive topic, however, can we meet in person?”

“We can meet, but I need to know what it’s about.” Hank’s tone is terse, eyeing Jay who’s probably two seconds away from inserting himself into the conversation with a stream of questions and grievances alike.

“I’d rather discuss it in person, I will send you the address.”

“Listen, Huffman, I am trying to play nice here. I think I deserve to know what I’m actually coming to see you for.”

There’s hesitation, but Huffman relents. Giving the simple words, “It’s about your detective, Y/N Y/L/N… See you soon, Sergeant.”

And with that, the car’s speaker goes quiet, the line dead.

End of Part 7

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princessmisery666 · 3 years ago

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One Last Sunset - JJ Maybank one shot

Summary: JJ’s so focused on what he doesn’t have he can’t see what’s right in front of him. You spend a whole summer trying to show him but it takes more than surf lessons for him to see that stupid things have good outcomes all the time.

Warnings: fluff, angst, language, violence, attempted assault, canon/mentioned/implied child abuse.

W/C: 6.4k

Rating: M (mature 16+)

Characters: JJ Maybank, Kook!reader (you) Small Part: Kiara

Pairing: JJ Maybank x Kook!Reader (you - no descriptions of body type or ethnicity.)

Notes: Set during season 1, before and during episode 7 - Dead Calm.

A/N: First time writing for JJ.

Betas: @treat-winchesterswith-kindness // @cockslut-padalecki

Graphics: canva. Dividers: @firefly-graphics Gifs: @gemmusings

Master Lists: Main // Other Fandoms

One Last Sunset

The sun is setting, taking the warmth with it. You happily sit on your board, hands swishing back and forth, watching JJ ride the final wave of the day. He shoots finger guns at you as he passes by, and you watch over your shoulder as he makes it almost to shore before throwing himself back into the water.

Staring at JJ has become one of your favorite activities but the inky sky demands attention. You go back to shore and sit on the fallen tree in the boneyard. In your periphery, JJ appears beside you but you’re too mesmerised to look at him.

“It never gets old,” you say. “I love to watch the sunset.”

You can feel him staring at you, he doesn’t say anything but you can sense that he wants to.

The first day of summer break, you’d wandered down to the boneyard and bumped into JJ alone on the beach. You asked him if he would teach you to surf, he’d agreed, for a fee of weed and booze of course. John B was off treasure hunting with his Father, Pope was doing an internship in forensic science and Kie was having a ‘Kook summer’ as JJ not so kindly put it, so what else was he going to do with his time?

Technically you’re a Kook. That’s the box you’ve been put into because of which side of the island you live on and the wealth your father has. But you don’t fit in with them or the Pogues.

Your mother had been from the cut, but since she’d left you and your father, everyone seems to forget you're a half breed. But you’re certainly your father’s daughter; a Figure Eight resident falling for a Cut alumni. JJ Maybank; loyal, feisty, fun loving, not to mention obscenely hot; one deep dimple on the left side of his face, mop of blond hair and abs of an athlete.

Your ocean deep crush has been festering since the third grade. The first day of school, a smaller kid who you would later learn was John B Routledge, had fallen over and dropped his books. While everyone else laughed at him, JJ had been the one to rush over and help. The simple act of kindness had ignited a spark that grew over time. Your interactions were few and far between, Kooks and Pogues don’t mix, but that hadn’t dampened the flame in any way. You watched JJ from afar, admiring his loyalty to his friends, adoring seeing him smile and worrying over the bruises that marred his face sometimes.

But this past summer you’ve spent every waking moment with your crush, surfing, smoking on the beach or back at John B’s, where JJ would crash when he was avoiding his father. It had been the best summer of your life, it could only have been better if JJ had taken a hint and made a move on you. But he hadn’t.

“What’s on your mind, Jay?” you ask, turning to face him after the sun dips lower.

“So tomorrow,” he starts, eyes flickering away from your gaze. “Everyone will be home.”

You nod slowly, knowing exactly what he’s thinking as you’ve been wondering the same thing. But you want him to say it. You’re not Kiara, you don’t fit into JJ’s world and he wouldn’t be caught dead in yours.

“So this,” he points between the two of you, “was fun while it lasted.”

“It can still be fun.”

“We both know that’s a lie,” he sighs and you hope the regret in his voice isn’t just your imagination. “Kooks and Pogues, man. We don’t mix. The law of the land.”

“So this is it?” you ask. “One last sunset?”

He nods, sitting beside you. Your legs brush against one another and you hope he doesn’t move. Only he does, but closer, he hooks his arm under your knees and uses them to twist you to face him, draping your legs over one of his.

“One last sunset,” he says and for a second too long, but not nearly long enough he stares into your eyes.

Finally, you think he’s going to kiss you, give you what you want, what you’ve been hinting at for a month. But he sighs heavily and turns away.

It isn’t exactly rejection, more of a realization that the timing was completely wrong, but it still stings worse than a jellyfish.

You don’t watch the day vanish, you watch JJ. The last sun ray hits him in a burst of orange and gold as if it wants to illuminate that the friendship doesn’t have to fade, that it can rise again tomorrow. But you know it won’t.

The Next Summer.

You hate the country club. It’s pretentious and hollow, the drinks are stupidly expensive and the food isn’t all that great. It’s even worse when your Step Mom, Jillian, forces you to go to dinner with a new ‘friend’, Mike, and his daughter, Brianna. Passing it off as Brianna being new to town and needing to make friends. You’re not stupid, you know exactly what is at play here.

Regardless of the circumstances, this summer at the country club has been more bearable than the previous ones, for the simple fact JJ is working there.

JJ refills the water glasses of Mr and Mrs Laferty and then catches your eye as he heads back toward the kitchen. The nod of his head is slight but the wink is unmistakable. You excuse yourself to the bathroom and head to the spot you know he’ll be.

JJ’s already smoking by the time you get to him. “You looked so bored,” he says, blowing out a cloud of smoke around a broad smile and offering you the vape, “figured you needed some.” He pats the space on the fallen tree beside him and you happily accept the invitation.

“Was it that obvious?” you ask, taking a hit. “Could Jillian be any more blatant? She’s clearly fucking that guy, acting like my Dad doesn’t exist just cause he’s on the mainland, earning money so she can even afford to come to this place. Passing it off as me making friends with Brianna. Who by the way has the personality of a fucking chicken.”

“Hey,” JJ scolds, “chickens have loads of personality.” You laugh and he bumps his shoulder into yours. “It sucks, it really does, but less of the chicken hate, please.”

Hands held high you drop your smile to look as serious as possible, “I apologize for the defamation of chicken character, I rescind my earlier statement.”

“Apology accepted,” he nods.

Since last summer you haven’t really spoken much. A small nod of acknowledgement across the beach, a short conversation if you ever found yourselves alone or these small stolen moments when he gets a break from work. But each one gives you life and makes living in the OBX tolerable.

He passes you the vape back. “Dude, seems kinda handsy with you too.”

“Right?” you sigh. So it wasn’t your imagination, JJ noticed it too. For a brief moment, you let yourself live in the fantasy that he must have been watching you to notice the douchebag touching you more than you liked. You shudder. “I swear if he squeezes my knee one more time I’m gonna put my salad fork through his eye!”

JJ laughs, seemingly impressed with your vigour. “But they're just so squeezable,” he quips and squeezes your knee. By reflex you fight him off but instantly wish you hadn’t.

“Surprised you noticed,” you quip, “considering I spent an entire summer trying to get you to notice.”

“Yeah, about that,” he starts, eyes squinting looking down his nose at you. “I heard a rumor you won a surfing competition in Malibu last week.”

You wince, panicking that he knows the full truth and that he’s mad about it. “I did.”

He high fives you. “Damn I’m a good teacher!”

He was but that’s not all that contributed to the win. But JJ doesn’t need to know that. The vape gets passed back and forth with a comfortable silence.

“I gotta get back,” JJ says way sooner than you like.

“Yeah, thanks for the respite.”

“I finish at ten,” he tells you standing up, “if you’re still here, come find me.”

“I will, definitely.” You sound way too eager but JJ is the one to blush slightly and it's the most adorable thing you’ve ever seen.

------ The dinner drags on way longer than necessary, Mike entertains Jillian as they get increasingly drunk and Brianna is glued to her phone.

JJ is your entertainment, when he catches you looking he does a little dance or pulls a silly face. Every time you order a club soda, there’s a distinct burn at the back of your throat and you know JJ has been secretly slipping vodka into it. After the third, he makes a point of handing you a napkin. When no one is paying attention you unfold it and find he’s drawn a surprisingly good chicken head and the word ‘hate’ is circled with a line through it. You swear you’ll never be able to see another chicken without thinking of the blond Pogue.

Jillian laughs loudly at something that isn’t funny and you try your hardest not to sneer. Luckily JJ saves you, catching your eye again, he pulls a stupid face; eyes crossed, tongue sticking out with his nostrils flared. Paul, his boss, catches him and you don’t hear him scold JJ, but you can tell from his reddening face that’s what he’s doing. JJ rolls his eyes and as soon as Paul’s back is turned he flips him off. You stifle a laugh when JJ looks back at you and contorts his face to mimic Paul’s anger, lesson clearly not learnt.

You don’t want to get him into trouble. Paul isn’t one for slackers, so you try to stop looking at him. Still, you revel in the attention he gives you.

Just before ten, Pope, John B and Kie arrive in John B’s death trap of a van and your hopes of stealing another moment with JJ are squashed. With a heavy sigh you excuse yourself to the bathroom, not that anyone pays you any mind.

You spy JJ watching you cross the dining area and mouth a ‘thank you’ to him. He winks and your heart must skip a beat because you have to take a deep breath to stop yourself from passing out.

The bathroom is empty and you take longer than necessary to wash your hands and mess with your hair. Not that you're out to impress anyone now that JJ has finished for the night.

Just as you open the door to leave, Mike is suddenly there. He looms over you, too close for comfort, breath hot on your cheek. “Wrong door,” you chuckle, “mens is next door.”

“Is it?” he asks in such a way you have to look at the sign to make sure the mistake isn’t yours.

It’s not. You're in the right place, Mike isn’t. But he stands firm, neither moving forward or backward out of your way. You wait a beat for his drunken state to register his error but it doesn’t seem to.

“Excuse me,” you say with a politeness you don’t feel.

“Why, what’d you do?” he laughs at his own shitty joke. You feel your face twist with disgust at the smell of his breath and make the mistake of taking a step backward. Mike surges forward and his hand is around your throat, forcing you further into the bathroom.

“Get off of me,” you growl, clawing at his fingers. His grip tightens and cuts off any further protest.

“Just another stupid little rich girl,” he snarls, “looking down on me and your Mom! You think your shit don’t stink? Your Daddy ain’t here so maybe I should teach you a lesson.”

Your back hits the door to the nearest cubicle, pushing it open and just as the back of your legs touch the cold porcelain of the toilet the pressure on your neck disappears. You cough to gain your breath, and in your watery vision you see Mike stumbling backward, fighting off whoevers arms are jammed under his shoulders, hands behind his neck, rendering his arms useless.

They both tumble and in the mass of wrestling limbs, you notice a mop of blond hair.

JJ.

You have no time to swoon over your saviour, too worried how this will end. Mike has at least a foot of height on JJ and a solid fifty pounds, but JJ is scrappier and before you understand how, Mike is pinned beneath him and JJ clocks him square in the jaw.

It’s difficult to keep up with who hits who or who has the upperhand, and somewhere in the back of your mind you know you should go get help, but you're frozen in the shelter of the cubicle. It’s not like you’ve never seen a fight before. Rafe, Topper and Kelce are always starting fights with the Pogues, you’ve witnessed most of them but there’s something about this one that's decidedly more brutal.

You shout for them to stop, at least you think you’re saying it outloud because it doesn’t have any effect on either of them.

Mike’s nose succumbs to JJ’s blows and blood splatters across the white floor. It's enough to stop the older man and just as he crumbles into a heap the door bursts open, Paul and a few other staff members crowd in and yank JJ to his feet. He manages to kick Mike in the back one last time as they drag him out.

You rush to follow and JJ struggles against his restraints. “Wait, wait,” he yells, “just let me see if she’s okay.”

“No chance,” Paul says, “you’re done here, son.”

“No, no,” you shout and quickly move to stand in their path forcing them to stop. “JJ was helping me, he did nothing wrong. Paul, please.”

JJ’s the one who's hurt, split lip leaving a trickle of blood down his chin, ripped shirt, hair in disarray but he meets your eyes and asks, “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” you say, nodding, though you can feel the bruises forming on your injured throat and you can’t stop shaking. “Thanks to you.”

Mike appears over their shoulder, a wad of toilet paper jammed under his nose. “I want him fired immediately,” he bellows and comes to stand beside you. “I caught him trying to assault her and he attacked me when I tried to stop him.”

JJ sneers, “Fuck you.” At the same time you implore, “No, no, that’s not what happened.”

Paul cuts you off with a scowl, “I’ve heard enough.” He turns to Mike and puts on the fakest smile you’ve ever seen, “I’ve already dismissed this young man effective immediately. Would you like to press charges?”

Your heart drops to your feet and a wave of nausea hits that makes you regret all the spiked club sodas. There’s no way anyone will believe JJ - Pogue, son of an abusive alcoholic Father - over Mike. You scorch Mike with a dirty look, a fierce determination in your eyes that you will not allow him to do this.

Mike reads your expression correctly and swallows thickly, turning back to Paul. “I don’t think that will be necessary.”

JJ shrugs Paul and the other guys off of him. “I’m cool, I’m cool,” he insists when they try to grab him again. “I’m leaving!” He whips off his shirt, wipes his bloodied lip with it and throws it in Paul’s face. “Job sucked anyway.” ----

You storm back to your table, Mike hot on your heels calling your name, asking you to stop. Probably wants to get your stories straight, but yours is as straight as the trajectory of a bullet. You snatch up Jillian’s drink and shoot it back while glaring at her, daring her to stop you.

“What the hell happened?” she asks, looking past you at Mike.

“Nice friends mom,” you say, slamming the glass down before walking away again.

You don’t care if she follows or not. The Pogues are worrying over JJ when you get outside and you call his name but it comes out all scratchy and broken.

Kiara strides toward you, face like thunder, fists balled at her sides. “What the hell did you do?”

There’s no love lost between you and Kiara. When Sarah phased her out of the clique, you played along. It was easier that way. Why make waves when you could just ride them? But you’d always liked her.

JJ and Pope hold her back before she takes a third step. JJ reassures her, “Kie, it’s okay. It wasn’t her.”

Pope guides her back to the van and JJ edges closer but slowly, a rueful smile on his bloodied lips. “Kooks and Pogues,” he shrugs, “law of the land.”

“It’s a stupid fucking law made up by rich kids who think they’re special,” you grumble.

“Some of them are,” he winks, “at least one of them that I know.”

Your heart leaps into your sore throat and you cough around a lump of air. “Kiara is pretty special,” you joke.

“Her too,” he agrees with a roll of his eyes. He points to your neck, brow creasing with worry. “You sure you’re okay?”

“I’ll be okay, thanks to you,” you say.

“I was just coming to say goodnight and give you this.” He tosses a rolled up joint to you, “I’m glad I did.”

“I’m glad you did too, thank you.”

“Dude,” John B calls, “let’s go.”

“One last sunset,” JJ says and drops his head as he turns and walks away.

After Mike’s attack all you wanted was the comfort of your Dad. To her credit, Jillian believed you. As step parents go and the horror stories you’ve heard, she’s not all that bad. Honestly, sometimes you think your Dad only married her so you’d have some company while he was away on business. He should have just gotten you a dog.

Jillian begged you not to tell your Dad. You know right from wrong. Your Dad was the one to teach you the lesson. However, they’re both as bad as each other, and you knew for a fact your Dad entertained a younger and much nicer version of Jillian on the mainland. Jillian promised she’d do or give you anything if you kept the incident quiet. So, why bother stirring up trouble? It wouldn’t change anything. Plus it was good to have some chips to cash in later on when you might need something.

You did run to Daddy but didn’t tell him why, claiming it was because you missed him. You spend a few weeks on the mainland. A few days wallowing in self pity locked in your hotel room, junk food and shitty television, then decide to venture out and do some surfing. But the waves remind you of JJ. After he saved you, your crush has flourished to full on deep seated love and the sunsets don’t seem as colorful without him next to you.

When you get home, Sarah fills you in on what happened while you were gone; Topper and John B had a fight, JJ pulled a gun. Rafe and Topper jumped Pope as retaliation, then JJ got arrested for sinking Topper’s boat.

The Pogue’s are sitting around a fire outside of John B’s when you pull up. They all watch you approach and you regret your decision. You should have tracked JJ down and waited until he was alone because you’re clearly not welcome here.

“Hey,” you say, smiling, hoping it shows them this is a friendly visit. No one offers a greeting but they don’t ask you to leave either so you take that as a positive.

JJ is closest to you, laid back on a deck chair, beer in hand. You meet JJ’s gaze and ask, “Can I talk to you privately?”

“Whatever you say to him, he’ll just tell us anyway,” Kie points out before he can reply.

“She’s right,” JJ says, grinning up at you. He’s had too much to drink, this was definitely a bad idea. But you’re here now, might as well bite the bullet.

“Okay,” you sigh, reaching into your back pocket. Unfolding the small piece of paper you hand it to JJ.

He takes it from you without a word and his reaction is immediate. He jumps to his feet, and even though his friends can’t know what is wrong they are flanking him instantly.

“What the hell is this?” JJ asks, shaking the paper. “You think I need your goddamn charity?”

Instinctively you take a step back, intimidated by JJ’s apparent anger and the friends so willing to back him up without question. “It’s not charity,” you stammer.

Pope takes the paper from him. “Holy shit! JJ, this is thirty thousand dollars.”

“What?” John B asks, snatching the cheque from Pope.

You ignore them and talk directly to JJ. “I heard about what happened, that you owe restitution, and I…”

“Wanted to buy my silence so Daddy doesn’t find out about Mommy’s new boyfriend?” JJ sneers.

That had never been your intention, it hadn’t even occurred to you that was how JJ would perceive the gesture.

“Jay, I…”

He cuts you off before you can say any more. “You fucking Kooks man,” he shakes his head, “I’m so sick of you fuckin’ with us. If you aren’t treating us like shit you think you can buy us off. You can chill,” JJ continues, “I don’t give a shit about any of your Kook shit.”

The scathing remark fractured with a look of pure disgust is like a punch to the gut. He’s made his feelings very clear about the people on your side of the island and he’s called you a Kook so many times. But somehow he always made it sound like a term of endearment, now it just sounds degrading. Worse of all, you believe him, you believe that you're from the lowest cesspool of humanity.

“JJ, I-”

“Get the fuck outta here,” he says, seizing the cheque from John B, and without missing a beat throws it into the fire.

“JJ, no!” Kiara shouts, but it's too late. The paper disintegrates within a matter of milliseconds and she turns a rueful smile in your direction.

You can see it in her eyes that she understands what you were trying to do. It’s a small comfort and you hope that she’ll be able to explain it to JJ when he’s in a more receptive mood.

“Leave,” JJ repeats and steps toward you again. “Get out of the cut, you don’t belong here.”

Kiara tugs on his shoulder. “Jay, don’t.”

He stares you down, chest heaving with angered breaths. You take a step back and you don’t know why but you find yourself apologising, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…I’m sorry.”

Your foot hits something and you turn before you stumble. Once you know they can’t see you, the tears well in your eyes and you rush away. Just as you reach your car door, you hear JJ spit, “Fuck a sunset!”

You stay on your side of the island for the next few weeks. Jillian leaves to join your father on the mainland and Sarah tries to convince you to throw a party but you refuse, choosing to stay home alone.

You venture as far as the grocery store but only by necessity when you run out of the essentials; ice cream, pizza, chocolate, pop tarts and soda - the five food groups.

You put your headphones in, volume at the maximum to block out the world and let anyone you might bump into know you don’t want to talk. You’re browsing the chocolate selection when Kiara startles you, tapping your shoulder.

“Jesus, sneak up much!” You snap, already on the defensive as you pull your headphones out.

“Sorry, sorry,” she says, “I was calling you but you didn’t hear me. Have you seen JJ?”

“No,” you reply.

“When was the last time you saw him?”

“What is this?” you ask, annoyed at the interrogation. “I haven’t seen him and I don’t want to see him.”

She sighs and looks genuinely remorseful. “I’m sorry. But he did something really stupid, extra side of JJ stupid and he went off by himself and now I can’t find him.”

“I’ve been at home, I haven’t seen anyone.”

“I know, that’s why I thought maybe he was crashing at your place.”

“Why would he be at my place? I’m the last person he’d come to for help.”

“We all had a fight.” Kiara shakes her head, regretfully. “He likes you, and he trusts you. That’s rare for JJ and I think he’d come to you if he couldn’t come to one of us.”

You feel for her, so you bury your attitude. “I really haven’t seen him.”

“If you do, if he comes to you, ask him to call me please.”

“I will, but I really don’t think he’ll come to me.”

“I think he will,” she counters, then explains, “he’s sorry for how he was that night at John B’s. You didn’t deserve that and he knows he was too hard on you. He wants to apologise but you haven’t been around so I think he might come find you.”

You’re not sure you believe what she’s saying. If JJ liked and trusted you he wouldn’t have treated you the way he did. But you can see how worried she is. “If he shows up, I’ll call you.”

“Thank you,” she says before turning to walk away.

You watch her walk to the end of the aisle, but before she disappears you call her name, and she turns back to you. “When he shows up, can you call me? Just to let me know he’s okay?”

She smiles, and it shows a hint of enlightenment as she walks back to you. She lowers her voice so anyone close by won’t be able to hear. “You really like him, don’t you?”

You freeze for a solid thirty seconds. Clearly she’s already figured it out, but you’re worried she’ll be angry if you cop to it. But she doesn’t seem angry, it's as if she finds the whole thing charming.

You nod slowly. “I wish I knew why, but yeah I do.”

Unexpectedly she wraps her arms around your neck and pulls you in for a hug. The shock lasts longer than the embrace so you don’t reciprocate but her grin is wider now. “I’m glad he’s got someone else looking out for him.”

You make it home just as the rain starts. You grab the grocery bags from the passenger seat and make a mad dash to the front door, unlocking it and stepping inside as the first rumble of thunder sounds. While you put the groceries away, listening to the pelting rain, your mind wanders back to your encounter with Kiara. You hope she’s found JJ and that he’s dry and safe.

You bring up her number on your phone, and stare at it contemplating whether you should call or not, just to ask if in the thirty minutes since you’d last seen her, JJ had reappeared. Just as you decide you don’t care how desperate you will seem, there’s a bang on your front door.

You rush to answer it, half expecting it to be the cops from the way the incessant banging doesn’t stop.

“Okay, okay, I’m coming,” you call out but they probably can’t hear you over the storm.

You pull the door open and a flash of lightning is blinding for a second before your eyes adjust. JJ stands a few feet back from the door, bag slung over his shoulder wearing nothing but a pair of multicolored chequered shorts and no shoes. But your eyes can only focus on the three dark purple bruises blemishing his abdomen.

“I can’t go home,” he says, voice thick with suppressed emotion. Another crack of thunder seems to break what little hold he has on his emotions and tears mix with the rain dripping down his face. “I fucked up and bought a hot tub.”

You rush to him as his hands come up to cover his face, but you're quick to envelope him in a hug. “Come inside.”

“I’m sorry,” he cries, burying his head in your neck, arms circling your waist. “My Dad knows where the others live. I didn’t know where else to go.”

“It’s fine, JJ, I’m glad you came,” you assure him, walking backward to guide you both into the shelter of the house.

You hold him as tight as you can without hurting him, wishing it was as easy to take away the sorrow and pain he’s feeling as it was for the moisture on his skin to seep into your clothes.

“I couldn’t take it anymore…I hit him…” he explains between shuddered breaths. “I hit him like he’s hit me so many times.”

He’d told you about his Dad last summer, not that it was hard to figure out the cause of the bruises he sported so often. “It’s okay, JJ, he deserved it,” you assure him, alternating between smoothing his hair down and rubbing circles on his back.

“I know, I know,” he wallows, “so why do I feel like a piece of shit for it?”

“Cause you're a good guy, that’s why.”

He pulls back, sorrowful eyes meeting yours and asks, “What makes you so sure? I did something really stupid, put my friends in danger, for nothing, and I treated you like shit when all you were trying to do was help.”

“I’m so sure because I know you’ve been looking for me to apologise and I know you’ll make it up to your friends.” You cup his face, to hold his eyes on yours. “Tell me, has your Dad ever apologized for anything?”

He shakes his head but the realization causes another wave of emotion and he hides his face away again. It’s not long before he’s shivering, goosebumps peppering his skin and you reluctantly release him so you can lead him into the laundry room.

You give him a clean towel to dry off and sort through his bag to find some dry clothes, but the rain has soaked through the canvas bag too. “These should be dry in no time. You can go take a shower, if you want?” you suggest, not wanting to tell him he smells of chlorine and cheap champagne. “Your clothes should be dry by then, I’ll bring them up to you. Guest room is the third door on the right.”

You take his dry clothes up to him twenty minutes later, the door is slightly ajar and you can see him sitting on the edge of the bed, staring down at his hands in his lap. Your knock startles him and he looks so lost and scared when his eyes meet yours.

“Clothes are dry,” you say, quickly putting the folded pile on the foot of the bed.

“Wait,” he calls as you turn to leave. “I’m sorry,” he blurts out as you face him again. “That night at John B’s, I was out of line and I’m sorry for what I said and how I treated you. I was drunk and high,” he shakes his head, biting down anger, “it doesn't matter, that’s no excuse. I’m sorry.”

“I know, Kiara told me.” He looks slightly confused, he knows you and Kiara aren’t exactly friends. So you explain, “They’ve all been looking for you. I called her to tell her you were here, safe from the storm. She said she’d pick you up in the morning.”

“Thank you.” He grabs his pile of clothes and heads toward the bathroom again.

“JJ,” you say to get his attention, “can I say something and you not get mad?”

He looks suspicious but agrees. “Okay.”

“You're so hung up on what you don’t have, you never stop to think about what you do have. Kiara, Pope and John B spent the entire day searching for you. I can’t tell you how relieved Kiara was when I told her you were okay. You got dealt a shitty hand in the father lottery, I’ll give you that.” He drops his gaze to the floor and you regret saying it but it’s true. “But the days I’m feeling low or something fucked up happens, like my step mom’s boyfriend attacks me,” his jaw ticks when he looks at you again, “you think I come home and roll around in a pile of money, and it makes it all better?”

He chuckles and shakes his head. “I guess not, cause I mean papercuts can be a bitch!”

You laugh but it doesn’t last long. “I’m just saying I think you’re so much richer than me in all the ways it matters.” His eyes shine with fresh tears and you think you’ve got through to him or at least given him something to think about. “If I went missing, no one would notice.”

He looks angry for a second, lips set in a straight line. “I’d notice.” JJ holds your gaze for the longest second and the look says more than his words ever could but he drops his head and closes the bathroom door. “Wait for me,” he calls from behind the door, “I might get lost, this place is huge.”

You laugh but agree, dropping to a seat on the bed waiting for him to dress.

He’s back to the old, fun loving, relaxed JJ when he opens the door, freshly dressed, wet hair pushed back off his face. “So,” he says, eyes squinting at you suspiciously, “I need to ask you something, come with me.”

You follow him out of the room and he goes to the room next door, your Dad’s office.

“I opened the wrong door,” he explains, opening it again and stepping inside. “I stumbled across this.” A book case fills the entire north wall; books, photos and trophies decorate it and you groan. JJ approaches it and reads the first plaque within eyeline, “First place, Malibu Surfing Championship twenty nineteen,” he moves to the next one, “twenty eighteen, twenty seventeen, I could go on.” He leans his shoulder against the shelf, arms folded over his chest but his smirk is jesting.

“Sooooo, I knew how to surf when I asked you to teach me,” you confess, copying his pose on the other side. “That check you burned. It wasn’t my Dad’s money. It was mine, all from winning those.”

He chuckles, a blush on his cheeks. “Why did you pretend you didn’t know how to surf when you’re a literal champion?”

You sigh, he’s already caught you in your lie, might as well go all out now. “‘Cause, JJ Maybank, I’ve been trying to get your attention since the third grade and nothing ever worked. I thought spending a summer together you’d finally figure out I have a huge crush on you but you didn’t,” you shrug but then realization hits and you feel ridiculously stupid. “Or you did and you don’t like me like that, which is super embarrassing and oh my god, I’m an idiot.”

You rush out of the room and hear JJ calling your name, “Y/N, wait.” You hurry down the stairs. “Y/N, would you hold up a second?” JJ says chasing after you.

You don’t stop until you're in the kitchen. You open the fridge, partly to hide yourself and to give yourself something to focus on. You grab two bottles of beer and close the door. JJ is behind it and he startles you.

“I’m sorry,” you ramble, putting the beers down and walking to the draw to get the bottle opener. “Forget I said anything, please. You're still welcome to stay here for as long as you need, just pretend I’m not a complete fool and never mention…” You freeze when you feel JJ press against your back, trapping you against the counter top.

“You’re not a fool,” he whispers, he’s so close his breath tickles your ear. His hands grip your hips and he makes you turn around. “I am.”

He dips his head and gingerly presses his lips to yours. He smells like the coconut body wash from the bathroom, and when his tongue meets yours, he tastes like weed. It’s so typically JJ and exactly what you’d imagined you can’t help but smile, wrapping your arms around his neck.

The rain batters the windows and the thunder rumbles in the background and you’re glad for it, hoping it masks how fast your heart is hammering in your chest. You run your hands up into his hair and JJ’s hand sneaks up the back of your shirt. He lays his palm flat between your shoulder blades to hold you against him.

The kiss is sweet and tender, and when it ends naturally you're both breathless.

JJ sighs, resting his forehead against yours, “There were so many times I wanted to do that.”

“So why didn’t you?”

“I didn’t believe someone like you would be interested in someone like me. I just thought you were a super hot rich girl slumming it with me until something better came along.”

“Well, you’re an idiot.”

“I can see that now,” he laughs. The infectious sound dies on his lips quickly and he sighs so heavily you know there’s a ‘but’ coming. Yet he doesn’t say anything for a long moment, instead choosing to kiss you again. But this kiss feels hesitant.

“What’s wrong?” you ask, reluctantly wriggling out of his hold.

“I have to help John B do something, something big. It’s dangerous and I don't want to get you into any trouble,” he explains. “It’s gonna get messy.”

“Can I help?”

He shakes his head, lips set in a tight line. “No, it’s too risky. Plus, I’ll probably need someone with bail money and plausible deniability.” You laugh and JJ smirks. “I’m serious. But maybe when it’s all over,” he shrugs, “me and you can break all the Kook versus Pogue rules.”

“Rules were meant to be broken,” you say. “But is this, me and you, are we just crazy stupid?”

“Stupid things have good outcomes all the time.”

You should have seen the remark coming and you have to laugh but JJ disrupts it by kissing you breathless again. “Can we sit on the porch and watch the storm?” he asks softly. “Hopefully it’ll pass and we can see the sunset.”

“One last sunset?” you repeat, and your heart stalls remembering the last time he said it to you.

“No,” he counters, “the first of many.”

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tetsurousharlot · 3 years ago

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For my Romeo, Save Me Collab, thank you @lavenders-fandom-elixirs for help with the banner and the title and for the bondage instrument idea!

Pairing: Iwaizumi Hajime x female!reader

Word count: 3.2k

Warnings: Iwaizumi calls reader princess and good girl, shibari, spanking, pussy slaps, creampie, unprotected sex (wrap it up irl), reader and Iwaizumi call him daddy, breeding kink, no beta cause I'm tired and want to post this already, porn with plot if you squint, all characters are 18+, this is a tangled au so reader has very, very, very long hair, I think that's everything? MUST BE 18 OR OLDER TO INTERACT. I BLOCK MINORS 17 AND UNDER, AGELESS BLOGS, AND BLANK BLOGS.

“Just tell me where you hid it and I’ll be on my way.”

You gasp as his warm body presses against you, his breath brushing your ear. His hand moves your hair off your shoulder before tracing his fingers down your back. His arm wraps around your waist as his lips attach to your neck, sucking harshly, and your head falls back against his chest, “Hajime . . .”

He smirks against your skin before sucking harder and removing his lips from you. Turning around, you giggle before jumping up into his arms and wrapping your legs around his waist, his hands gripping your thighs to support you as he walks you back towards the bed. Soft, pale pink sheets hit your back as Iwaizumi rests his body on top of you, kissing you deeply. Pressing your hands between his shoulder blades, you smile into this kiss as you remember your first meeting.

Faint shouts from outside reach your ears as you fall back on your bed, sighing deeply. Today was the same as every other day: painting. Reading. Candle making. Cooking. Baking. Hide and seek with Koutarou, your chameleon.

Another sigh falls from your lips, wondering just when will your life begin. You’re tired of being locked inside this tower, doing the same activities, seeing only your mother and Koutarou. And your mother barely visits – only once a month. You want adventure, you want companionship, you want freedom, you want love.

Lost in thought, you almost don’t hear the thud by your downstairs window. Shock and confusion racing through your veins, you sit up quickly and tiptoe out to your indoor balcony, crouching down as you see . . . a man? Swinging your hair up to the rafters, you loop it through and quietly slide down to the first floor, out of eyesight. Making your way to your kitchen, you quietly grab the frying pan on the stove and tiptoe over to him, stopping when you’re behind him as he stretches and looks around.

Raising your arms, you bring down the frying pan as hard as you can, watching as he collapses on the floor with a thud. Dropping the frying pan, a gasp falls from your mouth. You stare at his unconscious form before looking up with wide eyes at Koutarou.

“Kou, what do I do?”

The chameleon looks at you and shrugs, making an ‘I don’t know’ noise. You hit your forehead with your hand, trying to come up with an idea when your eyes fall on a chair and the lightbulb goes off. Pulling the chair into the middle of the room, you lift up the man and place him into the chair, curiously eyeing the satchel around his torso. You gently remove the satchel from around him before tying him up in your hair, waiting for him to wake up.

Little did you know that one moment and you hiding the satchel would lead you to the situation you're in now.

“Where’d you go just now, pretty girl?” Iwaizumi pulls back, snapping his fingers to get your attention when he sees the unfocused look in your eyes, “come back to me, princess.”

Shaking your head, you give him a quick kiss as you return to the moment in front of you, “sorry – what did you ask?”

“Where’d you go just now, pretty girl?” He repeats, looking deeply into your eyes.

“I was just thinking about our first meeting.”

“Oh, you mean the one where you tied me to chair with your hair and stole my satchel?”

You roll your eyes, voice taking on a teasing tone, “pretty ironic coming from a thief.” Lifting your head up, you attach your lips to his neck and grind against him, “do you really want to argue semantics right now?”

“Good point,” he cups your face between his hands, tilting your head up. “Do you trust me?”

“Probably shouldn’t but yes. I do.”

“Then can we try something different?”

You tilt your head, “like what?”

His lips graze your ear, your eyes widening as his low voice describes what he wants to try before pulling back to look at you, waiting for your answer. You nod your head and he smiles before kissing you deeply, nimble fingers making quick work of the ribbons on your bodice before sliding your dress over your head and getting you into position.

He spreads your legs to the bottom corners of your bed and grabs your freakishly strong hair, wrapping it around your ankles and securing them to the bed posts and giving it a tug, “try pulling your legs.”

You do as instructed and a smile forms on his face as they’re unable to move. He crawls up the bed, fingers running up your arms as he kisses you, placing them above your head and securing them in one hand, “now these.”

He grabs two other sections of your hair, wrapping them around your wrists and tying them tightly to your headboard, giving you a nod to test them with the same results. His fingers trail up your legs to your pussy, dancing around the edges, smirking when you whine as buck your hips.

“Ah, ah, ah. Not quite yet. Daddy’s gonna have his fun first,” he gives your cunt a harsh slap, causing pleasure to shoot through you. “Gonna be a good girl for daddy and lie still?”

You nod your head quickly, letting out a breathless gasp when he slaps your cunt again, “need you to use your words, princess.”

“Yes! I’ll be a good girl! I promise!”

Removing his shirt, he climbs up your body against, hovering just above you as he kisses you gently. His fingers dance around your folds and your nails dig into the palm of your hands as you fight to remain still.

“That’s my good princess, following instructions,” he shoves two fingers into you, curling them fast as moans fall from your lips. “I’ve barely even touched you and you’re soaking already. Bet you’ve been thinking about getting stuffed full of my cock, huh?”

Your legs pull at the binds, grinding your hips against his hand, “H-Hajime! Missed your cock so much!”

He rips his fingers from you, delivering another slap to your cunt, “Keep still and Daddy will take care of you. Do you understand?”

You nod your head, whining as the empty feeling. Another slap as his olive eyes darken, “do you understand? You have to use your words, princess.”

“Yes! I understand.”

He smirks and brings his fingers back to your cunt, curling them harshly as he watches your hands grip your hair, teeth digging into your bottom lip as you fight the urge to grind against him. His thumb swipes at your clit as he adds a third then a fourth finger, ripping moan after moan from you. Your head falls back against your pillows as your high approaches, hipping moving against his hand.

A growl falls from his lips as he slows the movement of his fingers, your orgasm falling away as he pulls his fingers from you again, shoving them in your mouth, “seems like you don’t want my cock filling you up. You don’t want me to reward you with my cum, is that it?”

Another whine as you try to shake your head no, watching as he leans in close, “then prove it and suck. Lick my fingers clean, princess.”

You swirl your tongue around his fingers, running it over each digit until you’ve licked every part clean. Your juices coat your taste buds as you moan around his fingers, delight filling you when he releases a groan.

“I was gonna tease you some more,” he grunts out as he pulls his fingers from your mouth, lifting up off your bed to finish disrobing. He strokes his cock a few times, smirking when he sees you lick your lips as it fully hardens, “but I can’t wait any longer to bury myself in your pretty pussy, princess.”

“Then don’t. It’s yours, Hajime. Only yours.”

“Good girl,” he climbs up the bed, trapping you between his body and the mattress, hands cupping your cheek as he kisses you deeply. He lines his cock up with your folds, pushing in slowly until his hips are pressed flush against yours, “always taking me so well. Like you were made for me.”

You moan into the kiss, rocking your hips against his for some friction before his hand grip them, holding them still. Your moan turns into a whine as you move to grab his hair, back arching as your hair keeps them locked in place, “Hajime, please. Need you to move.”

“Well, since you told daddy what you want. . . “ He pulls his hips back until just the tip remains before thrusting back in harshly, moans falling from both of you.

Your hands grip your hair as your head falls back, Iwaizumi’s lips attaching to your breast as he sucks harshly. You roll your hips against his, breathless pants and skin slapping filling the room as your eyes roll back into your head.

“Hajime, please. Want to touch you.”

Angling his hips, he looks up through hooded eyes, untying your wrists. Your hair falls to the bed as your hands thread themselves in his hair, legs pulling at their binds. You rock your hips against his faster as your toes curl. Another whine falls from your mouth as your legs pull at the binds again, Iwaizumi growling in your ear before pulling out in frustration.

He quickly frees your legs before thrusting back in harshly, balls slapping against you with every thrust. Wrapping your legs around his waist and locking your ankles, you press your breast against his chest as you roll your hips against his. Sitting up, he pulls you with him, sliding his knees under your ass. He brings a hand down to your cheeks, groaning and thrusting harder as you clench around him tightly.

“Fuck, princess, you’re sucking me in. Gonna cum if you keep squeezing me like that.”

Your head whirls with pleasure, every thrust driving you close to the edge as your stomach tightens, “cum inside me, daddy. Want to be full of your cum, want you to breed me.”

“You’re gonna be the death of me, I swear,” he angles his hips as he delivers another harsh slap before moving his hand to rub harsh circles on your clit. “Cum for me and I’ll give you exactly what you want.”

You nod your head as you press your chest tightly against Iwaizumi’s, hands gripping his shoulders as you fuck yourself on his cock until the coil snaps and you cum, coating him in your juices. He picks up the pace, using you for his own pleasure until he cums with a roar, painting your walls white. Panting heavily, he pulls out of you, watching with a pleased look on his face as his cum starts to pool out of you.

His fingers graze your walls, pushing his cum back into you as your cunt spasms and clenches around nothing. Flopping on your bed on his back, he pulls you to him, limbs tangled together as his hand traces up and down your arm. Tilting your head up, your trace shapes on his chest.

“Hajime?”

“Hm?”

You bite your lip nervously before letting out a deep breath and saying the words that have been bubbling just underneath the surface, “these past four months have been the best of my life. You climbing into my window that day was the best thing that ever happened to me,” you let out another deep breath. “I love you, Hajime.”

Smiling brightly, he cups your cheek, thumb rubbing it, and kisses you deeply, “I love you, too, y/n. Everyday I’m thankful you stole my satchel so I could keep coming back to you. Falling in love was never part of the plan but I can’t say I’m mad it happened. You mean the world to me now.”

“Then will you tell me why you stole the crown?”

Looking up at your ceiling, he remains silent and you think for a moment he won’t answer until his chest rumbles when he speaks, “I thought it could give me a better life. . . so that, maybe one day, I could stop stealing. In a way, it did because I have you now and you made my life better. I don’t even care about keeping the stupid crown anymore. If anything, all I want now is to give it back so I can be the man you deserve.”

Your heart warms at the words, “really? You mean that?”

“Yeah, I mean it.”

Smiling brightly, you give him a quick kiss before jumping up, pulling on your dress and redoing the bodice, “I’ll be right back.”

He sits up curiously, watching as you disappear, until you come back with the satchel and bounce on your bed. You hold it out to him, watching as he takes it and opens it, pulling out the crown.

“You’re giving it back to me?”

“You said you wanted to return it so. . . “

He kisses you quickly before standing up, holding his hand out for yours. You take it and let him pull you up, satchel in one hand, as he places you in front of the mirror in the corner. He turns you to face forward, standing directly behind you as he pulls the crown from the satchel.

“I wish I could give you everything you want. Wish I could give you the finest things. But, for now, I can give you a memory and, maybe, that’ll be enough,” he places the crown on your head and watches happily as a gasp falls from your lips, happy smile forming on your face. “Perfect for fit for my princess.”

Turning to face him, you throw your arms around his shoulders, kissing him deeply, “I love you. This was the best gift I could have ever gotten.”

He cups your cheek and returns the kiss, picking you up and carrying you back to bed as your legs wrap around his waist.

Ignoring the shouts and sounds of horses galloping behind him, Iwaizumi pushes his own steed faster, desperate to get to you. The last he expected when he tried to return the damn crown was getting caught, getting jailed, but he did. Took him months to escape and the first thought that crosses his mind when he gets out is just to get to you, hoping he hasn’t lost you, hoping you don’t think he abandoned you and used you, only caring about getting the crown that brought him to the best thing that ever happened to him.

Taking a sharp turn, he slows his horse and hides in a cave, vines covering the entrance, and waits for the palace guards to pass before leaving the cave, pushing the steed faster once he’s on the path to you. His heart breaks into a sprint as your tower comes into view and he pulls hard on the reigns, horse whinnying as he dismounts.

Pulling out two arrows, he scales the wall like he’s done so often before, desperate to get to you, freezing when he hears shouting. Your voice then your mother’s.

“You can’t keep me here, mother! Why would I stay when you’ve been lying to me my whole life?!”

“You foolish, insolent girl!” A harsh slap fills the air as your mother’s voice continues, “you are my most precious prize. There’s no way I’ll let you leave.”

“When Hajime returns, I’m getting out of this tower and you’ll never see me again!” Your hand slaps over your mouth, wishing you could take the words back, as you watch her eyes darken.

“And who is Hajime? Hm?” Her eyes narrow as you refuse to answer before gripping your wrist tightly in your hand, your grunts filling the air and trickling down to Iwaizumi as you struggle to free yourself. “Someone else knows about you? Well, that will never do. Y/n, my most precious gift,” her free hand runs along your hair as she says the words, “don’t resist and come quickly. I’ll move you to a new tower, a higher tower.”

Iwaizumi’s heart stops before breaking into a sprint at the words that he could lose you, especially after learning that you still believe he’ll return for you when he was sure you’d have given up on it. Climbing faster, he makes his way through the window, hoisting himself up and falling to the floor, “you’re not taking her anywhere.”

“Hajime!” Your heart soars and your eyes light up when he stands up tall and strides over to you and the woman you thought was your mother, “you came back for me!”

He smiles softly at you, “I’ll always come back for you, princess.”

“I won’t let you take her!” Your mother drops your wrist and charges at him while he’s distracted, knocking him to the floor.

The air is knocked from his lungs as he wrestles her, determined to keep you safe, determined to help you be free. Standing up, he lets her go and stands in front of you protectively, circling around the room and keeping you behind him as he moves you both towards the window.

“No one lets me do anything – I take what I want. And what I want is her, free and happy.”

She growls, anger and desperation making her sloppy as she charges again, falling out the window as Iwaizumi moves out of the way, pulling you with him. Rushing to the window and expecting to see her body, all you see is her cape floating away in the wind. Relief floods your chest as the knowledge that she’s finally gone, that you’re finally free.

Throwing your arms around Iwaizumi, you hug him tightly before pulling back, hurt swimming in your eyes, “where were you? It’s been months. I thought you left. I thought you. . . didn’t want me anymore.”

“I could never not want you. You are the reason I have a better life,” he smiles sadly at you, thumb rubbing your cheek before he claims your lips with a soft kiss. “I’m sorry I made you think I abandoned you. I got caught and jailed, trying to return the crown. As I broke out, all I could think about was getting back to you,” he looks towards the window. “Sorry about your mom.”

“It’s okay. Turns out, she was never my mom,” you answer lightly, leaning your head into his hand, as he raises a brow curiously. “It’s a long story but I think you have something else that was stolen to return to the king and queen.”

He tilts his head, confusion only becoming more present, “want to elaborate on that, princess?”

“Well, I’m glad you recognize my title,” you joke before continuing, “it’s. . . a long story but the short version is I’m a princess. And the crown you stole was mine.”

His mouth drops open in shock before he breaks into a smile, “it wanted to come home to you, huh?”

“Seems that way.”

“Crown isn’t the only one,” he says, thumb caressing the middle of your bottom lip before his arms wrap around your waist. “So do I have to deliver you to them now or can it wait a few more hours?”

You tilt your head as he looks at you with darkening olive eyes, “why? You got something planned for me?”

“Yeah, I do,” he says he picks you up and carries you upstairs, placing you on your bed before kissing you deeply. “A reunion with the princess who has my heart.”

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