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invadergrabass · 2 months ago
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Zim and Dib in: Night Of The Pterrorgoose
happy halloween yall!
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amourninghost · 3 months ago
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a while back @invadergrabass asked me to throw some outfit ideas at him for zim, and he liked this one so much he lined it for me! (arent the shoes gorgeous?)
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acid-ixx · 6 months ago
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Okay, how about we call Alfred dad??? Sense he raised us and practically is our dad. Sorry I keep on asking. I just am a thinker
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a/n: don't be sorry for asking ! i like answering asks even if i do answer really slowly, so don't be afraid to send in questions ! this is a continuation to this ask.
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it would actually be a given that if the reader wasn't too broken to the point that they genuinely could never consider anyone as a father figure, then alfred would be someone they would call their dad.
because at least in their 15 years they had been inside the manor, alfred would always be the one who would stand by their side. even if it's not always, he would be there for you when he could. and that effort alone is enough to consider him worthy as your father.
pre-yandere bruce wouldn't even know of your tight-knit relationship with alfred; calling him dad when you skip through the halls with him, calling him your "actual father" whenever you two would bake together, and even going as far as gifting him a mug with 'no. 1 dad!' painted sloppily into the ceramic. alfred would even teach you how to crochet, so you two would get matching sweaters for winter. although alfred wouldn't wear the sweater for the sake of formality, you would always be aware that he stores them somewhere safe and warm as some sort of treasure.
so, imagine just how heartbroken bruce would be once you are abducted by your family, calling out to your dad in your drugged state on your bed, bruce thinking that it was him that you're calling for help when all of a sudden, you make grabby-hands towards alfred, eyes hazily looking at the butler with such desperation that it feels like alfred is your actual father.
seeing you two act so close, bruce would be so, so conflicted. because at least, in the years of solitude you had spent, you find comfort in the very same man bruce considers as his father figure. but at the same time it should've been him that you call your father, it should've been bruce you look at for help and guidance, it should've been him that lulls you back to sleep, wiping the tears that run down your face.
it breaks his heart even further once he discovers all the little trinkets that you make for alfred, all the inside jokes you two share, the gifts you cherish in your cabinets from the apartment you used to live in; they were all from alfred— bruce wants to kick himself realizing that he never made an effort to gift you anything in your 15 years of living in the manor as a ghost.
bruce swears on his life that he'll make it up to you, that despite him being unable to stay the night frequently with you that he'll make it up during the day. he'll take you to business meetings, to arcades, to malls; literally anywhere to get you to bond with him as much as you did alfred.
he'll schedule holidays where the entire family is required to join and you'll be the center of attention. your birthdays will be extravagant, he would spend millions to make a show that you're his favorite child; that means he'll spoil you with gifts that pertain to your hobbies. and because your family loves you so much, please do expect a minimum of 10 gifts prepared by all your siblings and a credit card with no limit for bruce.
oh? you don't need material things? don't worry, you'll be surprised with just how meticulously your father would plan for vacations. any place you would choose would be taken into heavy consideration, even planning with him would feel like some sort of father-child bonding.
but really, he'll commit all his time and effort for you.
bruce would do everything to make you consider him as your dad.
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aethelwyneleigh27 · 8 months ago
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Brainrot of how Simon "Ghost" Riley and John "Soap" MacTavish both have a wives and a baby but somehow end up with babies who are complete opposite.
Simon's little baby is this giggly absolutely talkative baby who frankly felt like inherited nothing of Simon's personality at all. Little one was just this bubbly thing that brought out the best in Simon.
They were too curious for his liking though, it felt as if the whole house needed to be made out of pure cotton blankets. Extreme clinginess as well, would not let go of Simon's shirt that he was terrified it would rip.
Johnny's baby was the exact definition of nonchalant, they were silent yet interactive. All the while Soap does all the talking, the baby just sits there and stares at him with their huge eyes making him wonder if they were processing anything he was saying, occasional grabby hands too.
Always praising and very involved Johnny sets up playdates. It was kinda upsetting for him to see his baby not going after him, following him around begging to be carried like Simon's kid who's basically a Velcro baby.
Though it was interesting to see the two babies essentially balance each other out. Especially at nap time when the two little ones just unknowingly cuddle up each other.
(If y'all know Baby Zoya and Toddler Charlie from TikTok, they were the inspo for this)
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A/n: OMG I've been gone for almost two weeks and apologies for that, with my birthday 4 days ago and my prom night yesterday, it was a heck of a time. There's so many impending school works for me to catch up on. I missed you guys so much, something in my prom night happened that's worth writing about thanks to a friend of mine saving me from a creep. I feel like it would fit a Royalty/Fantasy fake dating AU.
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gojo-mochi · 2 years ago
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One Piece Men + Reader touching their thigh and saying “I’m Hungry”
TW: Slight Voyeurism, NSFW.
A/N: First attempt at smut,,, screaming ૮ ⸝⸝o̴̶̷᷄ ·̭ o̴̶̷̥᷅⸝⸝  ྀིა
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Zoro:
You did it while he was working out up in the Crow’s Nest. You walk up to him, with Zoro barely noticing your arrival as he focuses on his 495th rep of overhead presses. You place your hand on his knee, caressing your way up to his thigh, sneaking a finger under his waistband. Zoro’s breath hitches when you do so. “What do you want, woman?” He grunts out, continuing his reps. You keep your hand still as you sigh out, “I’m hungry, Zoro.” Zoro sends a look your way, sweat dripping down his forehead. “And? What the hell do you want me to do about it? Go see that shitty cook if you’re hungry.” You roll your eyes and dip your finger into his gym shorts more, pulling down the waistband slightly to reveal a bit of green turf. “Are you sure you want me to go to Sanji for this?” Zoro sucks on his teeth at your response and throws away the dumbbells in his hands; they make a loud crashing noise when they land on the floor. Still lying on his back, Zoro grabs your hand and pulls you onto him. His bulge is ever so present between your thighs. He bucks up his hips while grabbing your plush thighs now, his fingers sinking in harshly. You moan a bit. “Zo-Zoro… what if people come up here because they heard the crash?” “Hah…? Thought you were hungry? It’s too late to turn back now, sweetheart.” He smirks when your thighs tremble at the nickname. “I’m going to make you regret coming up here.”
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Sanji:
He was preparing to make dinner when you sneaked up behind him. He turns around to give you quick kisses on the forehead. “Hello Princess.” He murmurs between kisses before turning around again and returning to the cutting board. “I’m just chopping up some vegetables right now, but did you need something for me?” You hugged his side, one arm around his waist and the other on his thigh, Sanji froze mid cut. “I’m Hungry.” You stuck out your bottom lip in a big pout. “Y/N-sw-swan, I can, ahem, make you a quick snack if you like.” He tries to play it cool but with the way his legs were shaking, he was already close to being undone. You lean your head on his shoulder and whisper next to his ear, your hand ghosting above the front of his pants. “I think I want this snack, though; can you prepare it for me, baby?”. Sanji almost lets out a whimper but holds strong; he fully turns around to grab you by the waist and pull you up on the counter. Face flushed and hands slightly trembling, he kneels down, pressing open mouth kisses on your bare skin leading up to your core. “I hope you don’t mind me taking the first taste, darling.”
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Shanks:
It was in the middle of another party; Shanks and the Red-Haired Pirates were drinking the night away once again. Shanks was laughing at something when you swayed your way up to him. He immediately took notice and started to make grabby hands and kissy noises at you. “Babeeeeee~ Come here.” Shanks grins at you, drawing you in and settling you down on his thigh. He cuddles closely and breathes in your scent, the smell of alcohol tickles your nose while his stubble tickles your neck. You try to resist already mewling as his hand gropes around your soft body, and with a blush creeping up your neck you grab Shanks’ hand. “Dear… I’m hungry.” You murmured, your hand slowly sliding up his thigh, but before you could get up any further, Shank had already pulled you closer, nose to nose, grinning wildly. “In public, doll? How shameful.” He lets out a small ‘tsk’ but swiftly drowns out any complaints or retorts you may have by poking his tongue through your lips. It was a sloppy kiss, but that didn’t stop your thighs from clenching together. It took for one of the other party-goers to start shouting at the both of you, ‘To get a room’ before Shanks pulled away with a sheepish grin. He stands up with you still on his hips. “How about we continue this in my room, hmm?”
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the-kr8tor · 2 months ago
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Can I please have Cardamom and ❣️??
So basically Hobie brown and reader are spider people, and they haven’t seen each other for like a looot of time. So then, Hobie decides to sneak in and he’s just so smitten by reader that he’s just a lovesick puppy for her
So yeah, thank you!!!
Thank you for requesting! I was giggling while writing this lol
Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x fem! Reader
Tags: No use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, cw injury, established relationship, spider person! Reader, lovestruck! Hobie. Fluff
Katy's one year celebration 🎉
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When Hobie heard through the grapevine full of gossiping spider people that you've finally come back after a month-long mission in a dimension where the only difference is that garlic didn't exist, he half sprinted all the way from the other side of the society towards the infirmary. He can already sense your presence through the door as he practically rips it from its hinges.
With the back of the door banging on the wall, doctor spider groans audibly, eyes rolling when he hears Hobie's roaring voice echo throughout the busy clinic as he calls for you.
“Your lover boy's here.” Doctor spider says monotonously while he rips away the bp machine from your arm before you launch yourself at Hobie. “Doesn't he know that he's not allowed inside yet?”
“Hobs!” You sit up, ignoring a certain doctor. Clutching your side but despite the throbbing ache, you make grabby hands at the very happy Spider-Man bounding towards you.
“Love!” He weaves around fellow spider people expertly, dodging their hands, and their yells telling him that he's not allowed inside the busy clinic just yet. His eyes are glued on you while you sit on the cot; warm hands already upon his own the second he reaches you. “Fuckin' ‘ell, who did this to you?” His smile falters as he sees the various gashes on you, some are still fresh and angry on your precious skin.
“I'm fine,” you flex your battered fingers around his palm, thumbs rubbing along his life line. “Nothing I can't handle.”
He tips your face to the side gently with his index, wincing when he sees stitches just below your ear. “What happened ‘ere?”
“Got too close to Doc's arms. Don't worry, he looks way worse than I do.” You take his wrist, flipping and placing it atop your thigh while you flip away at the hem of his glove to massage along his tensed muscle. His concerned eyes continue to scan you for injuries, frown deepening with every bandage and bruise. Sighing, you reach for his cheeks, poking each of them playfully. “Hobie, I'm good, and I'm home in one piece. C’mon, you must have stories to tell that I've missed while I was gone.”
His soft smile returns, arms reaching for your waist, rhythmically tapping your hip carefully; a nervous tick of his. With a chuckle, you let him in your space, half hugging you as he rests in the middle of your legs, back half bent, and forehead pressed atop your shoulder as he breaths you in. Soot and all.
“We found out that Gwen's allergic to peanuts in the worst way.” He finally says after a moment of languishing in your presence.
“Oh shit, is she okay?” Rubbing his back, you can see that doctor spider has had enough from Hobie's ‘intrusion’, he walks towards you, clipboard and stethoscope in hand. You wonder if he's about to use it as a weapon.
“Yeah—” he senses the doctor stalking behind him. Before he could get a word in and kick Hobie out, in one swift movement, Hobie pulls the curtains closed around your cot. “Where were we?” You can hear the disgruntled doctor huffing behind the curtains.
Chuckling, you cradle his face in your hands, thumb ghosting over his lip piercing. “I think we were about to be on doctor spider's shit list because you were about to ask me to come home with you.” You smugly say with a scrunch of your nose.
Hobie grins lopsidedly, lips reaching for the pads of your thumb to press a quick kiss on it. God, you've missed that. You missed him. “I didn't know you were clairvoyant, lovie.” He lifts you up carefully, your legs automatically wrapping around his waist as he carries you at his front. His arms are tucked around you, careful of your injuries. “I've been growin’ garlic for you in the garden.”
You sigh longingly, eyes focused on him and not the angry Miguel silhouette behind the curtains. “I love you.”
“You're about to love me more.”
With a peck just below your jaw, Hobie opens the portal to home and jumps in before Miguel could even finish yelling his name.
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system-to-the-madness · 3 months ago
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The Traitor - Zuko x Reader
Word Count: 3 089 Warnings: mentions of torture, war, injuries, betrayl Summary: When Zuko attempts to break out the Avatar from Zhao’s prison, he is forced to bring someone else along as well A/N: Can be read as a oneshot; Part One of the series Perfect (10 times Zuko thought you were perfect and the first time he told you)
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“We are the sons and daughters of fire, the superior element! Until today only one thing stood in our path to victory, the Avatar. I am here to tell you that he is now my prisoner!”
Admiral Zhao’s voice was booming over the crowd before him, and as tempted as Zuko was to roll his eyes underneath the blue mask he was wearing, he held back, rather focusing on sneaking past the guards.
He had one chance, this chance, to steal the Avatar right from underneath Zhao’s nose, and keep that boy as a prisoner himself. Then all he would have to do was make his way back to the Fire Nation, and present the Avatar to his father, and he would have restored his honour. Everything would be the way it was supposed to be. He by his father’s side, the Avatar in the deepest, securest cell the Fire Nation had to offer, and soon the world under the Fire Lord’s command.
His steps were quick, and almost inaudible, as he ran along the high walls, climbed down a rope and crossed a yard. Even when he had lifted aside the lid to the sewage, and jumped down into the underground tunnels, the water around his boots barely made a sound as if it was siding with him. He had to be quick, quiet and leave no trace. He had to be like a ghost.
The first guard that crossed his way was taken out faster than the poor guy was able to comprehend. The second guard, alarmed by the helmet Zuko had kicked out from behind a corner, followed suit as he tied him up and bound him, so he was hanging from the ceiling. As two more guards came to check, what the commotion was about, he attacked them from where he had hidden between some pipes on the ceiling. The last guard was taken out by a bucket full of water.
A moment later, he was able to slip into the cell, in which the Avatar was held. Pathetic, really, Zuko thought to himself. All this trouble just for a small boy dressed in oranges and yellows. Had that child really been able to put him through so much trouble? Swiftly he pulled his swords, ignoring the fearful screams of the Avatar at the action, and severed the chains holding him up. Surprised brown eyes looked up at him, as the Avatar was rubbing his uninjured wrists. Two more swings with his swords and the shackles around the boy’s wrists and ankles fell to the floor uselessly.
“Who are you?” The Avatar’s voice sounded so young, Zuko thought to himself, already turning to make his way out of the cell again. There was no time to lose; they had to leave immediately. “What’s going on? Are you here to rescue us?”
Instead of answering, Zuko simply pushed the door open and motioned for the Avatar to follow him.
“I'll take that as a yes."
Zuko quickly walked past the tied-up guards, when he heard the light footsteps of the boy catch up to him.
“We need to find my friend,” the Avatar said, urgency thick in his voice. “(Y/n) was captured along with me! I can’t leave without her- My frogs!”
The Avatar’s even footsteps halted, and when Zuko turned around, he found the boy kneeling on the floor, trying to catch some half-frozen frogs that desperately tried escaping his grabby hands.
“Come back! And stop thawing out!”
This time Zuko did not suppress the urge to roll his eyes, and instead walked back to the Avatar, grabbing him by the collar, and dragging him along.
“Wait! My friends need to suck on those frogs! And we need to find (y/n)! Hey, put me down!”
Zuko was hit by a gust of wind, knocking him forwards a step and making him drop the Avatar.
“I said: We need to find (y/n)!”
By all the spirits, this kid was annoying.
Zuko shot him a glance, as if to say ‘then where is she?’, and sure enough the Avatar turned and raced down another corridor, Zuko following him, while he tried to remember if he knew your name. He had run into the Avatar and his little team of run-aways before. There were the boy and the girl from the Water Tribe, and of course that Sky Bison. But there was another girl, too. Zuko had never paid any attention to her, and her clothes didn’t give away where she came from. Maybe the Earth Kingdom, or a remote region of the Fire Nation even.
Traitor.
If she was Fire Nation, why was she helping the Avatar? And if she was a traitor, why should he free her? It was only another risk, one that would put his whole mission in jeopardy. But he needed the Avatar to follow him out of the base without making a fuzz. And for that, apparently, he needed to free this girl. He would simply knock her out after they had made it past the walls. Then he’d grab the Avatar and he’d be back on track with his plan.
The Avatar led him to another block of cells, these unguarded, but behind every door, there was the groaning and complaining of hungry and beaten men. Behind every door except for one. While the Avatar had kept walking, Zuko stopped in front of the only door behind which it was quiet. Maybe the cell was empty, but his instincts told him differently. Getting on his tiptoes, he spied through the bars in the door into the cell, and sure enough he saw the small, curled-up form of a girl laying on the ground.
Not hesitating for a moment, he pulled his swords and hurled them against the locks keeping the door closed. The clash of metal against metal alarmed the Avatar, who came running back to his side, but by the time he reached the door, Zuko had already stepped into the cell.
You were slowly sitting up, clearly irritated at the sudden noise, and even in the twilight Zuko could make out the bruises on your face and arms. The soldiers had beaten you. Cowards, honourless cowards. You were no bender, you barely seemed to pose any threat as it was, otherwise he’d remember you better from his previous run-ins with the Avatar, but they still had beaten you.
“What-”
Before you could ask what was going on, or protest, he had grabbed you by your upper arm and pulled you to your feet. From up close, he could tell you were about his age, maybe even a little younger, and if it hadn’t been for the bruises on your face, and the dirt crusting your hair, you would have even been beautiful.
Then he saw the emblem of the Fire Nation dangling on the thin leather necklace you wore, and any sense of attraction vanished as quickly as it had flickered to life. You were Fire Nation, and you betrayed your country by helping the Avatar. He should knock you out on the spot and let you rot in this stinking cell. Who cared what the guards did to you?
In that moment a strangled cry of joy sounded from behind him, and like a lightning of orange and yellow the Avatar shot past him, practically wrapping himself around you.
“I found you,” the Avatar yelped, quickly letting go of you when you began swaying under the sudden impact of your friend. “This nice, masked man here is saving us! He’s just not very talkative.”
You were clearly dazed, from pain, a lack of water or food, Zuko wasn’t sure. But still you made him squirm in his boots as you stood up as straight as possible and took in his appearance for a moment. You weren’t as tall as him, but something in your eyes made him realize that maybe you weren’t as harmless as he had believed.
“Nice, masked stranger, hm,” you questioned, your voice raspy, and you swayed again.
Damn traitor. Who did you think you were, judging him like this?
Ignoring the racing thoughts in his mind, Zuko turned back to the door, leaving the cell without another word.
“We need to go,” the Avatar told you, and behind him, Zuko could hear two sets of footsteps following him, the light steps of the Avatar and your heavier, almost shuffling steps. You really were in bad shape. He knew it had been a bad idea to go save you. You’d only slow them down.
Together you were creeping through the corridors, back into the canalization system. As Zuko climbed out, he didn’t look back to see whether you were following. He could only hope the Avatar had enough sense of self-preservation to leave you behind, should you not even be able to climb out of a shaft like this. But a moment later, as he was standing pressed against a wall, spying around the corner, you came to a halt next to him, followed by the Avatar. Your movements were still not as fluid as his own, but you seemed not as sluggish anymore as when he had found you in the cell. Maybe the movement and the fear that was doubtlessly cursing through your veins gave you the energy to keep going.
Zuko motioned to the wall, where he had left behind the rope which he had used to lower himself into the yard, and following on his heels, you and the Avatar ran after him towards it.
“(Y/n), go first,” the Avatar encouraged, making Zuko want to shake him. Didn’t he see? You were unimportant, a traitor at that, and the slowest of the group. If anything, you should go last, so it was easiest to leave you behind.
But before even a sound of protest was leaving Zuko’s lips, you had already grabbed the rope, and pulled yourself into the air with surprising speed, immediately followed by the Avatar. He wasn’t going to get rid of you so easily, was he?
You had made it almost half-way up the wall, when suddenly an alarm rang and just a moment later a guard appeared over the edge of the wall, cutting the rope. For a moment Zuko was in free fall, having just enough time to realise that a fall from this hight would mean a few broken bones at best, when a gust of wind caught him, you and the Avatar, before you fell the last inches to the ground.
Quickly looking around, trying not to let the sudden plummet towards the ground get into his head, Zuko pointed towards the still open gates, immediately taking off with you and the Avatar close on his heels.
“Stay close to me,” the Avatar instructed and overtook Zuko and you, continuing the sprint towards the gate that was slowly closing.
A group of soldiers who had tried blocking your way simply got blasted aside by the Avatar, and Zuko couldn’t help but shoot you a glance to see your reaction. But your eyes were only focused on the gate, following the Avatar, as if you had seen him blast people out of the way a hundred times. You probably had.
That was the moment two soldiers got Zuko from the side, and even the Avatar had to grab a weapon, swinging it around, using it to create air blasts. For a moment, and with a reasoning Zuko couldn’t even explain to himself, he searched for you, fully prepared to jump to your aid, should you need it.
Instead, he found you standing over the crumbled bodies of three guards, who were groaning on the ground. In your hands, you were holding two swords, and Zuko couldn’t help but freeze. A blast of air picked up your hair, gently playing around it, as you stood proudly over your defeated enemies. Nothing seemed to be left of the sluggishness from just a few minutes ago, when Zuko had pulled you to your feet in that cell. Now, you seemed to be on high alert, perfectly aware of what you were doing, and ready for a fight. There was a light glimmering in your eyes that made Zuko wonder how he hadn’t taken notice of you before; after all he had run into you several times already. But something about the way you stood now, both feet securely anchored to the ground, this spark of defiance and determination in your eyes, fingers closed around weapons you clearly knew how to handle… for a moment Zuko couldn’t help but think how perfect you looked. The thought disappeared as quickly as it had come to him. You were a traitor to the Fire Nation, despicable, cowardly, disloyal. Before he could continue the list of negative attributes he associated with you, he picked up on the group of soldiers that were moving in from the side: Fire Benders.
Quickly pushing himself between them and you, he began attacking them with his own flames, only noticing from the corner of his by the mask limited vision, that you had picked the fight back up again. He was right in the process of firing a blast at a couple of soldiers, when suddenly a wave of fire was rolling towards him. No, not towards him, towards his left side- where you stood. Reacting faster than he would have thought possible himself, he grabbed your arm, his fingers closing around your biceps underneath that flimsical shirt you had been made to dress into as a prisoner, and quickly he pulled you aside, using his other hand to send a quick interval of fire balls back towards the attackers.
The chocked cry that suddenly reached his ears made his heart freeze over and the short shaven hair in his neck stand up. Had he been too slow? Had you been hit by the blast anyway? When he swivelled around, the smell of burnt flesh reached his nose, making sour stomach acid burn in the back of his throat. Small flames were licking at the fabric of your shirt, and when he pulled his hand away as if he had been the one who had been burnt, a fresh burn wound in the shape of his hand was wrapped around your arm. He had been in the middle of a blast when he had reached for you, burning you while trying to save you from being hit by the fire of the soldiers.
Quickly he drew in the flames on your shirt, extinguishing them, but the damage to your skin was done. He had tried to save you and instead he had burnt you. What a laughable metaphor for his whole life. But still something inside his chest tightened up, wound so tight he wasn’t sure it would ever come undone again. He shouldn’t care, he told himself as his eyes flickered to your pain distorted face. You were a traitor, a means to an end, you would be left behind the moment he and the Avatar had made it past the walls.
But still- he couldn’t help but wonder how you held yourself together. Burn-wounds were some of the most painful wounds there were, he knew that, and yours wasn’t exactly small. Still, no more sound slipped over your lips, and even though you had dropped the sword in your left hand, you were ready to keep fighting with the sword in your right.
But before it came to that, your attackers were blast away by an air current, and the Avatar came running.
“(Y/n), are you hurt,” he asked, his voice filled with worry. Envy spread in Zuko’s stomach. Nobody ever worried about him like that.
“It’s nothing,” you replied, quickly covering up your wound, hiding it from the Avatar.
But now your luck had finally run out, it seemed. You were with your backs to the closed gate, Zuko and you the last barrier between the approaching soldiers and the Avatar.
“Hold your fire!” The voice belonged to Zhao, who came stepping past the Fire Benders, that were ready for the final attack. “The Avatar must be captured alive!”
Quickly assessing the situation, Zuko grabbed the Avatar, pulling the boy so his back was to Zuko’s front, the blade of one of his swords dangerously close to cutting into the thin skin of this neck. At his side, he could tell you were moving to attack him, no hesitation in your movements when you realized he was threatening your friend’s life, but before you had even fully pointed your sword at him, Zuko had dropped one of his own, and held his open palm right into your face. One wrong move on your end, and he could blast your head away in a ball of flame. He wouldn’t, but you didn’t know that.
It seemed like the wordless demand Zuko was uttering as he stared over to Zhao was understood, because after a moment of internal debating, the Admiral pressed out: “Open the gate.”
Behind them, the gate opened, heavy metal running against the earthy ground, and Zuko dragged the Avatar backwards, motioning you to come with them. The expression on your face was one of pure disgust and hatred as you stared at the mask that was covering his face, but followed his instruction. Why was he even taking you along? He could just leave you behind now, then he wouldn’t have to deal with you later. But then again, the Admiral would start getting suspicious if he only took the Avatar and not also his friend. It would make it too obvious that he was after the Avatar. If he also took you, it would seem like one of your allies had come to your rescue. So, all in all, it would be better to take both of you.
At least that was what Zuko told himself as he was guiding the Avatar backwards, away from the slowly closing gate. You were watching each of his movements, as if you were looking for an opening to attack him. He had already hurt you; you knew what his flames were capable of, and still you were ready to take him on in a fight, just to defend your friend. It seemed as if while you were a traitor, perhaps you were not a coward after all.
That was his last proper thought before something silver shot through the night, and hit him in the head, knocking him out on the spot.
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risuola · 8 months ago
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▶ EARLY MORNINGS AND STOLEN CUPS — nothing better than the first cup of coffee in the morning.
contents: college+roommates!au, smoking implied (like once), teeth rotting fluff — wc. 572
a/n: i can't tell you guys how much i love fluffs with this trio. i like how the dynamics are building and i think you guys enjoy it too (i hope so!) — anyway, very short entry but love medley is all about those after all!
𝙇𝙊𝙑𝙀 𝙈𝙀𝘿𝙇𝙀𝙔 | series masterlist
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Satoru doesn’t drink coffee.
Most days in your little apartment began with the low, monotone whooshing of coffee machine. Harsh rumble of beans being grinded accompany you and Gojo in the bathroom and while you both push through brushing teeth and mandatory eyedrops, Suguru usually was already in the kitchen, brewing the god’s nectar.
You joined the brunette, tempted by the gurgling bubbles and divine aroma mingling with the fresh air and a ghost of herbal, woody scent of whatever Geto was smoking just moments ago. He greeted you with a smile, playing with the rim of an empty cup — his fingers followed the curved ceramic edge and you knew he was as impatient as you were, as eager to dip his mouth into the brown wake-up liquid and feel the first dose of caffeine fill in his system.
And so, he pulled the jug from underneath the working mechanism, hot drops of coffee sizzled as they met the steel drip tray, but the cup was soon filled and before you knew it, Suguru let out a deep sigh of ecstatic relief. First few sips were his — black and bitter — and he made place in the cup for your milk.
You took out some plates — an act of pretending, a distraction for yourself to not eye the precious coffee like an animal would eye its prey.
Then, he gave it to you and your grabby hands enveloped the cup as he reached into the fridge for the carton of milk. As he poured it in, you inhaled the addicting aroma, watching how the dark, nearly black liquid turned into more luscious, creamier nectar in a light brown color and you too sighed deeply when dipping your lips into it.
You felt the heat spreading across your system and you disconnected for a moment, allowing yourself to feel it, to enjoy it while Suguru engaged in the talk with Satoru. The chattering that for a moment turned into background to your experience, soon pulled you in and before you knew it, you were talking too — a routine of babbling before the day fully starts, one that you enjoyed equally as much as late evenings.
A pair of arms wrapped around you and quiet hum filled in your ears. Satoru’s light, fluffy hair tickled the side of your neck as he hid his face in the crook of your shoulder — a habit of him, whenever he was still too sleepy to function properly. You put down the cup and reached up to run your fingers through the snowy locks, earning yourself a low purr that vibrated through the bone of your shoulder.
Engulfed in the story about new guitar strings and stolen picks, you absorbed the passion in Suguru’s voice and didn’t realize a sequence of mischief that was happening right under your nose.
And then, Satoru was leaving towards the living room, a cup half-full of your coffee in his hand as he sing-sang something about nail polish and sunglasses. You looked after him and then at the counter, where a bottle of sugary syrup in the flavor of caramel stood proudly — evidence of severe addiction and theft.
You let out a chuckle and Suguru echoed, reaching up the cabinet for another mug. He continued his story as the coffee machine brewed the dark beverage so that both you and him can enjoy it fully.
Yes, Satoru doesn’t drink coffee.
Unless it’s yours.
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lilywastaken · 2 years ago
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⇝ together .
Simon "Ghost" Riley x Fem!AFAB!Reader.
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PART THREE OF MÉNAGE.
SUMMARY: A month after his return, you start warming up to Simon, only for him to ruin it.
WARNINGS: AFAB!Fem!Reader (no use of Y/N!), Fluff for once, Angst, mild nsfw, mentions of child abuse and abuse in general, canon typical violence, choking (not in a sexy way).
A/N: Finally finished!! I'm so sorry I haven't been able to get this out sooner, these past weeks have just been chocked full of assignments I had to finish 😭 I hope this lives up to everyone's expectations!!! Please don't forget to reblog and leave a comment, it helps a lot!!
WORD COUNT: 9.2k
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"'m blaming this on you."
You grumbled to Simon as you watched your son clap his hands against his father's, happy coos and gurgles leaving him.
"What?" He turned away from Tommy to look at you with a confused look, well, you assumed it was confused by the way his eyes were squinted. "How is this my fault?"
"He's copying you." You yawned, curling into the foetal position and pulling up the blanket over your body, head almost rolling off the sofa as you continued to pay attention to your son and his father's every movement. "You don't sleep so he doesn't."
"Not sure that's how his brain works yet." You could hear the amusement in his words, rolling your eyes as you switched your gaze from them up to the telly, that was playing some football game Simon had put on a few hours ago. "Think he's just not tired."
You know you should've expected this, Tommy's doctor had warned you at the last appointment when he'd gotten his first shots that he might experience some type of sleep regression, which meant more hours of staying awake while watching your son. And maybe it would've been worse for you if Simon wasn't there experiencing the same stress as you were. Weirdly, it felt nice to have another person in the same boat as you, even if he didn't really seem that keen on needing to sleep like you did.
Tommy seemed to had taken a liking to his father ever since the first day they'd both met, but that was kind of a given after Simon had spent the whole month after that coming over almost every single day (except for the days where he'd warned you before time that he'd be gone for work) and spending it all with his son.
You kind of hoped that Tommy had started to recognise him as a father like he did with you as a mother, since he was at the age where he was able to recognise caregivers; but even if he didn't, he did still cling onto Simon's hand every time it was time for him to leave like he did to you, tears bordering at his glassy eyes when you stood at the door with him in your arms waving goodbye to Simon.
You almost started crying every time he'd start making grabby hands at Simon, who'd rest his face against his son's tummy and let his chubby hands pull at the cloth of his balaclava, sometimes even pulling it up over his lips so he could press a quick kiss to his cheek, hiding his face immediately once you came in, unknowing that you'd been watching them before.
It wasn't like the bad blood that you had with Simon had magically been solved, you were still sometimes on edge or a bit snappy at him when it came to Tommy or your "relationship" with him, but you weren't as furious with him as you were when he first showed up.
"Not interestin' enough for you, am I?" Simon grunted as Tommy's attention drifted from the clapping to the telly above him, eyes wide as the presenter talked about some red card.
"You've bored him." You snickered, outstretching an arm to click your fingers, the sound immediately catching your son's attention. "Hi, duck!"
"He's not a bloody cat." Simon grumbled, picking up Tommy carefully from his spot on the blanket you'd draped on the floor for him to lie on, moving him onto your chest so he could cuddle into you.
You were about to snap back when Tommy interrupted you both with a wide yawn, chubby hands clinging onto your sleep shirt and eyes threatening to droop closed, although they were still stuck to the image of the footballers running across the field on the TV.
Both of you froze, Simon having been mid way to getting a toy he'd dropped not so long ago so he was stuck in that position, eyes wide and staring at his suddenly sleepy son.
You placed a soft hand on his back, pressing him further into your chest so the sound of your heartbeat would lull him to sleep easier.
But as luck would have it, a goal was scored right at the moment where his eyes finally fully closed, the commentators shouting out excitement and forcing your son back awake with a cry.
Simon and you groaned in unison, the man finally picking up the toy and collapsing on the ground, lying on his back right next to the sofa and glaring up at the ceiling, listening to you try and calm your son down from his abrupt awakening.
"Who scored?" You grumbled, masking your annoyance with interest.
"Not Manchester." Simon grunted back, raising a hand to take Tommy's, his fingers brushing against your chest in the process. "Haven't had a bloody win in a while."
"Sorry." You mumbled, remembering the disappointment that had shone in his eyes when you'd told him about some of the losses of the teams he liked he'd asked you to take a note of while he was away for work.
He'd done well at keeping his promise, sending you messages every time he had to leave, no longer disappearing without a trace, even if it was just a single day of paperwork or a check up at base. He sometimes also sent you pictures, whether it was him in his car showing you that he was close to your flat in case you weren't prepared for him or the takeaway menu at your favourite fast food place, asking for your order. They were always dark and a bit out of focus, but you couldn't deny that you hadn't let out a laugh when you'd seen the failed attempt of him trying to get out of frame, his skulled balaclava peeking out from a corner of the picture.
He'd been gone for a week this time, which explained why he was being so clingy towards Tommy ever since he'd arrived, takeout in hand and arms itching to wrap around his son, and had spent the whole last hour catching up with the both of you.
"Are you sleeping here tonight?" You yawned, closing your eyes for a moment and trying to ignore the squirming boy on your chest, his hands digging uncomfortably into your clavicle.
"Yeah. Though I probably won't be doing much sleepin'." He rumbled, letting Tommy wrap one of his chubby hands around one of Simon's big fingers. "Y'know I can just take over. Go get some rest."
You bit the inside of your cheek at that, looking away despite still having your eyes partly closed, your grip unintentionally tightening around Tommy's small body.
You were still put on edge whenever you left Tommy alone with Simon, even though he'd shown no ill towards you in any way, you just couldn't help it, the thought that something might happen to your sweet boy when he wasn't under your supervision was enough to strike an unexplainable fear into you. You knew that he'd noticed how your face turned sour whenever it was mentioned, but he hadn't ceased asking completely, knowing that sooner or later you'd have to entrust him with your son like you'd both agreed.
"Is that okay…?" You whispered, your voice barely audible over the cheers and cries of excitement from the telly, but by the way he turned his head towards you and squeezed Tommy's hand, you knew he heard you.
"Yeah. Don' worry. You need some rest."
You both stayed put for a few seconds, your hands slowly falling from their place on your son's back and scooping him up carefully before pushing yourself off the sofa, forcing Tommy's hand out of Simon's in the process.
You watched carefully as he shifted off the floor to sit next to you on the sofa, his built arms moving to cradle his son in their crook, rocking him slowly as you got up, anxiously fidgeting with your fingers as you stood and watched them both for a moment, almost terrified of taking a step out of their vicinity.
"Go." Simon commanded, getting comfy on the sofa as he turned his attention back to the game playing on the telly, the assertive tone that his voice took enough to send shivers running down your spine, nodding your head out of instinct before scurrying away like one of the rookies Simon was oh-so used to ordering around back at base.
After having a well deserved shower and pulling on some of your cosiest pyjamas, you let your body collapse onto your bed, curling into the middle where the mattress dipped and covering yourself up with your countless amount of blankets due to the chill that had overcome the country after a few rare weeks of warmth.
You smiled as you remembered how happy Tommy had looked when you'd taken him out in his stroller and let him bask in the sunlight for a bit while sitting next to him at the park, trying your best to focus on his giggles and not on the shadowy figure of his father standing behind you, more like a bodyguard waiting to take out any threats to you both instead of the father he claimed to want to be.
You let out a huff at the memory of how cautious Simon had been at first around you both, almost like a stray cat getting used to their new family: always standing around you but never too close, bringing you small gifts (i.e. takeout or groceries he thought you'd need or Tommy's new favourite teddy bear he now slept with instead of his duck), slowly making your home his own unconsciously by leaving some of his clothes packed away in a small corner of your wardrobe or packing the fridge with some of how own personal food items.
You'd noticed, of course. How could you not?
At first, when you'd found some of his clothes in the midst of the batch of laundry you were tending to, you were struck with fear. Fear that everything you'd worked hard to build was going to be invaded by this barely known presence you were just starting to get used to, but as time went on, you realised there was nothing scary about it.
It was oddly comforting, in a way. It made you feel less alone when you spotted the extra toothbrush he'd plopped in the glass next to yours, the mug he'd brought over after he'd exclaimed his concern that all of yours were fit for coffee and not for tea or the hoodies he left lying around that Tommy loved curling into whether Simon was wearing it or not.
You pulled a pillow into your arms, simulating the feeling of your son in your arms you'd gotten so used to in order to fall asleep, closing your eyes and letting the muffled sounds of the football game still playing on the TV and your son's faint giggles lull you slowly to your first proper sleep in a while.
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You were pulled awake by the sound of your phone going off, your whole body jerking up and rushing to grab it out of instinct, the bright screen illuminating your room and forcing a groan out of you at the disturbance, letting your eyes focus until you were able to properly read the notification.
A frustrated sound left your lips at the message from one of the dating apps you'd forgotten you had informing you that you'd matched with someone, angered that it had been something so stupid that had woken you up from one of the best sleeps you'd had in a long time and not something important.
You fell back down onto the mattress, planning on closing your eyes and curling back into the pillow you'd been spooning moments before, but as your body slowly calmed down from the initial shock that had filled it, you were met with nothing but silence.
Your eyes had adjusted enough at this point that you were able to turn your head over to your door, frowning at the lack of light that normally came from under the door when the living room was lit, raising your head from the pillow slightly in an attempt to catch out any sounds that might be originating from anywhere in your flat.
But once again, silence continued to rule over your home.
You could've just closed your eyes and willed yourself to fall back asleep, but the creeping feeling that it was too quiet for how it normally was, that something might have happened in the few hours you'd let yourself rest was slowly burrowing itself in your mind.
And fuck, what if Simon had done something? What I'd you'd misjudged him? What if he'd taken advantage of your tired state and just fucked off with your son in his arms, leaving you broken and abandoned once again?
The fear that struck your body at that train of thought was enough to wake you up properly, allowing your body to act like it had just consumed countless amounts of caffeine and rush over to the partly open door, slowly pushing it open before looking around frantically, eyes landing on the back of the sofa and on the turned off TV in front of it.
Your hand landed on the headrest, your heart skipping a beat as your eyes landed on Simon's sleeping body, his arms protectively wrapped around Tommy, who was resting on his chest like he'd been with you before you'd gone to rest.
You made it fully around until you were standing in front of the sofa, one of your hands coming up to grab at your thin sleep shirt right over the place your heart was currently hammering against out of relief.
Fuck…
Of course he hadn't left.
You were just being paranoid.
Simon had shown you no ill will the whole time he'd been here, but you were still on edge, assuming the worst from him…
A staggered breath left your lips, your hands coming up to cover your face as you willed your body to calm down, your legs trembling as the adrenaline that had rushed through you momentarily started to fade, leaving you confused and exhausted.
One of your legs threatened to give out, and as soon as you were getting ready to collapse, a warm hand grabbed at your thigh, a silent scream threatening to leave you until you realised who it belonged to, staring down with wide eyes at your son's father, one of the hands that had been cradling Tommy now holding your leg with the same care.
"What happened?!"
You could see the panic in his eyes despite the darkness that enveloped the room, his thumb slowly rubbing up and down your skin, his best attempt at soothing whatever pain you were harbouring that he had no idea about.
He called your name, pulling you closer to the sofa so you were kneeling on the free space of the plush sofa, staring down at Simon's chest and raising one of your hands up to your son's little head, running through his thin hair.
"What happened?" He repeated, more assertive this time rather than the panicked tone he had taken before, his hand moving from the back of your thigh up to your waist, almost like it was natural to do so.
"Nothing…" you finally let out, blinking away some of the tears you hadn't realised that had formed at your waterline. "Just… Uhm…"
"...Nightmare?" He offered an easier excuse than the real reason you'd pulled yourself out of bed at such an hour, slowly nodding your head in agreement and causing him to let out a sigh. "Do you-"
"I'm okay. Just… shaken up." By the way you were anxiously running your fingers through Tommy's hair as if to assure yourself that he was real, that he was indeed lying there asleep (something you hadn't realised up until that moment, Simon had somehow actually gotten Tommy to take a nap.), he assumed that whatever nightmare you'd had was related to him. "Needed to check that he was okay."
Yeah, that cemented it.
Simon would be lying if he said he hadn't a few nightmares of his own about Tommy ever since he'd met him properly, whether it was him forcibly being taken away from you by one of the many enemies he'd made across his life or a freak accident ending any hopes he'd had of all of you being a family.
And maybe they were a bit out of pocket, he'd made it very hard for anyone to trace you or Tommy back to him by always parking his car a few blocks away, making sure that Tommy had your last name instead of his and that the military had no idea about his offspring.
He couldn't have any records that would link you two to him, he couldn't even risk taking that chance, he knew that as soon as two of his weaknesses were revealed, it would only be a matter of time for them to be exploited by his enemies.
So, he understood. He understood the fear that came with a nightmare about your son, the need to see him and reinforce the fact that he was okay in your head.
"He is. Tired 'imself out a few hours ago." He moved towards the back of the sofa, allowing you space to sit next to them both, his hand still continuing to rest on your warm skin and pulling you along carefully, ready to pull away the moment you showed any signs of uncomfort.
"How come he sleeps for you?" You mumbled, more of a thought to yourself rather than something you wanted to share, but it caused Simon to smile beneath his mask nonetheless, raising his other hand up to Tommy's head to run a finger down his little nose, ignoring the way his heart rate spiked when it brushed against yours.
He thought about making a joke about being his favourite, hoping that it would brighten the mood a bit, but then remembered the look of dismay that would come over his teammates' faces whenever he made one about anything, and on second thought, maybe he'd have to wait a bit until you were both comfortable enough to enjoy his stupid jokes.
"Guess he's bored of me. You're much more entertainin' to be awake around." He rumbled, a soft chuckle leaving your lips at what you assumed was an attempt to lift your spirits.
"Yeah…" you smiled, leaning your body on the arm that was propping you up, your hand ceasing its brushing of Tommy's hair and simply resting on his small head, your heart growing bigger as he let out a little coo, snuggling further into Simon's hoodie.
You hadn't even been thinking about the hand cupping your waist, too focused on your son's sleeping figure and the warmth that it brought you, unconsciously wriggling a bit further into the touch, but you froze once Simon's hand immediately snapped back from you, as if he'd taken that as an immediate sign that he had broken a few boundaries by getting too close.
"Sorry."
You bit on your tongue, not wanting to full admit how much reassurance his touch had brought you and how much you'd give to have it back (you blamed the neediness on how exhausted your body was and the delirium that came with the lack of sleep you'd been subject to recently), not making any move to answer and instead focusing fully on your son.
"You want to take him?" Simon offered, leaning further up the sofa so he was kind of sitting, kind of lying on the arm rest. "Don' kids sleep better with their mams?"
"I… I think that may be a myth." You breathed out a chuckle, shaking your head as he made a move to hand Tommy over to you. "No, it's okay. I move a lot at night, I don't - I don't want to hurt him, you know?"
Simon turned down to the fragile little human he was holding, remembering the exact moment he'd realised that you were both in charge of taking care of him, of keeping him out of danger and stopping anyone and anything from shattering the little being that seemed to be made of glass.
"That's fine."
Silence fell over the both of you, an awkward atmosphere forming as you didn't move, feeling as time went on that you were invading the little personal space he was allowed to have in your flat.
"D'you want to stay?"
What?
Your brain short-circuited, blinking at him owlishly, as if he'd just spoken in an unknown language, the words still processing in your mind.
"Stay?" You managed out, looking down at the space between you both, a space where you could easily fit into if you were to snuggle into his side and let him hold you.
But surely, he wasn't suggesting that.
Memories of how he'd held you that fateful night flooded your mind, his warm calloused hands sprawled out against the bare skin of your waist, the sound of his heartbeat drumming against his ribcage lulling you to sleep…
"Yeah, stay."
…It made you want to accept.
Made you want to melt into his side and wrap an arm around his wide chest, tangle your fingers in your son's soft hair and lie there with them both, making sure that no harm could come to Tommy thanks to the protective shadow that was Simon Riley.
But you couldn't. You knew that.
The walls you'd built while carrying Tommy in hopes that you'd never be hurt or abandoned again, the walls that had kept you relatively safe within the expanse of your mind refused to crumble, refused to make way for the man that had come barreling back into your life and threatened to destroy them.
You couldn't risk it.
So, you didn't.
You pulled your hand away from your son as if he burned, cradling it against your chest and looking away from Simon's imposing stare, the look in his eyes making you want to squirm and cry and adhere to anything he wanted.
"No." If you'd still been looking at him, you would have noticed the way his shoulders slumped, the way the dim light in his eyes proceeded to disappear at the single word that left your mouth. "Thanks."
It seemed every little step of progress you'd both taken together the whole month immediately dissipated away thanks to his idiotic question.
Of course you'd fucking refuse his stupid invitation, what was he thinking? That you were both a happy couple who didn't pass on any chance to hold each other in your arms? That he was your husband, the proper father of your son who you loved and cared for, who you enjoyed having pressed right against you? He was a fucking idiot. He couldn't contain himself for once in his life and he'd gone and ruined everything.
"Okay." Despite the inner turmoil that raged inside of him, that simple word of affirmation was all he could get out, and he hoped to whatever god was up there (that apparently loved torturing him) that you'd both wake up the next day without a single recollection of what had happened last night.
"Good night." You whispered, pushing yourself off the sofa and wrapping your arms around your chest, immediately regretting every single one of your actions that night as you gazed upon how truly comfy and warm Simon and your son looked snuggled together, wishing that you had the emotional capability to let your resentment go and indulge in Simon's touch.
"'Night."
You willed yourself to take the first step back, tearing your gaze away from them and heading back to your bedroom, your face erupting into warmth out of a mixture of embarrassment and sadness, a clear sign that your body wanted nothing more than to just burst into tears and let Simon wrap you up in his arms and soothe you down like you knew he could.
You buried your face into your pillow as soon as you made it back into your now-cold mess of sheets, tugging one of the pillows back into your arms and doing your best to imagine that it was someone else, someone else who was as willing as you'd imagined Simon had been before to have you in their arms, to stroke your hair and calm you down because they loved you, because they cared about you and wanted nothing more than to see you as happy as you'd been a mere few hours ago.
You passed out soon enough, a few tears running down your cheeks as you subconsciously wrapped yourself around the pillow like a koala, the tear stains quickly disappearing during the night and lacking any evidence that they were once there when Simon walked through your door in the early morning, standing at the side of your bed for a few moments before he leaned over, pulling up the covers and tucking them around your sleeping body.
The sound of the shower coming alive and the pipes groaning was the thing that pulled you awake, struggling a few moments to rid yourself of the covers that pushed onto you, wondering to yourself when and how you'd tucked yourself in so aggressively, turning your head towards your bathroom and listening to the clinking of shampoo bottles and the water as it hit the tiled walls.
Your bathroom was unfortunately directly connected to your bedroom, so in order to get into the shower, Simon would have had to pass by your bed and… tuck you in? Did he really tuck you in?
You pulled languidly at the covers, looking down at your nightwear and growing warm as you saw how transparent your shirt looked in the morning light, leaving almost nothing to the imagination of whoever were to look down at your chest.
Simon had seen you like that.
You squeezed your eyes closed out of embarrassment, as if he was right there judging you with his stupid thousand yard stare, lifting yourself off the mattress and looking around your wardrobe for a shirt, restoring to a band one you'd stolen from one of your ex boyfriends you'd never had the heart to throw out.
You were mid straightening it out, your previous night shirt now pooling at your feet, when the door to the bathroom opened, your immediate response being to wrap your arms around your chest and let out a cry of warning, turning around so he was facing your back.
"Fuckin'-"
"Go back in!" You cried out, wanting nothing more than for the earth to burst open and swallow you whole, feeling too tired to be dealing with this kind of embarrassment at such an early hour of the morning.
You cracked an eye open as the door closed, letting the grip you'd had on the shirt go as you faintly heard Simon curse, trying to erase the memory of what had happened out of your brain.
As you pulled on the shirt, you willed yourself to think about anything other than the glimpse of flesh you'd seen before turning around, the wide chest that had been littered with the scars he'd once let you trace over, the towel around his waist that had barely cov-
Stop!
Unknown to you, Simon was having a similar dispute with himself from inside the bathroom, resting his flushed face on the cool tiles of the wall as he listened to you shuffle around your room, cursing himself out for being so goddamn stupid and exiting the bathroom without even checking if you were awake or not.
That wasn't the only reason he should've checked, he thought you'd still be asleep, so stupidly, he'd gone out with barely any coverings, including the one on his face, so he was pretty sure you would've seen the way his eyes almost immediately darted down towards your chest if you hadn't been busy enough with covering yourself and ogling at his chest.
"Fuck…" he breathed out, running his fingers through his hair and looking at himself in the foggy mirror, the tired, broken stare of a being he could barely consider a man staring back at him.
After a few more moments of staring at himself he couldn't bear it anymore, grabbing his discarded balaclava and pulling it over his what he considered broken face, his other clothes continuing as he did his best to cover every single patch of skin he could, hand landing on the doorknob once he was finished and asking for confirmation.
You'd about finished putting on the shirt when he'd piped up from inside, letting out a small "you can." before he opened the door again, face now covered and eyes darting down at the oversized shirt you'd pulled over your bottoms, closing it behind him.
"Didn't know you'd be changin'." He grumbled, his way of apologising without saying the exact words, eyes scanning the band on your shirt. "Y'like Joy Division?"
"Huh?" You looked down at the shirt, straightening it out to properly look at the band you'd forgotten was plastered on the front, shrugging slightly. "Yeah, they're good. I'm, uh, not the biggest fan. This was my boyfriend's."
"Boyfriend?" He spat out, almost with malice.
"Ex." You clarified, pulling at the ends of your shirt out of nerves, the way he was staring down at you reminiscent of how you'd assume higher ups looked down at their soldiers when they were in the wrong.
"Right." He grunted, looking away from you and training his stare at the bedroom door, nodding towards it. "'M gonna go check on Tom."
He brushed past you, leaving you standing in the middle of your bedroom twiddling your thumbs, confused and embarrassed due to the interaction you'd just shared.
You walked into the kitchen, stopping in your tracks when you noted that the dishes you'd left last night after Simon had brought take away had been cleaned right up, the plastic bowls from the curry thrown away in the recycling along with the other trash you'd used when making Tommy formula (you resorted to using that instead of pumping or breastfeeding when Simon was over).
God, now you felt even worse for what had happened last night.
You rubbed your hands all over your face, digging your nails into your scalp as you ran them through your hair, snapping your head up as your heard your son giggle, going back a few steps to look through the crack of the door, your chest tightening as you watched Simon feed Tommy, murmuring a string of words you were too far away to understand.
Fuck, you really felt awful.
You pulled out a few ingredients, acting almost on autopilot as you fried the sausages and toasted the bread, making his tea subconsciously the way you know he liked it (he'd never forced you to make tea, you'd seen the sticker on a takeaway cup he'd left on the counter), and pouring it into the cup he always used.
"You didn't have to." Simon mumbled as he walked out of the nursery, holding the empty bottle of milk in one hand and a plastic bag with a dirty nappy in the other, looking down at the plate of food you'd made him.
"I wanted to." You mumbled, taking a bite out of your own buttered toast as you watched him walk around the kitchen, throwing away the bag and cleaning out the bottle before starting on his breakfast, standing at the island instead of sitting like you were. "As thanks. For, uhm, cleaning up."
"It was nothin' deserving of this." He mumbled underneath his breath, shoving a spoonful of the baked beans into his mouth, now visible thanks to him pulling up his balaclava, the taste of the normal breakfast he'd have at whatever café he normally went to complete shit compared to yours.
"It's fine. I went a little overboard, it's been a while since I've cooked for someone."
He let out an amused huff, nodding his head. "Yeah, babies don' really need a full brekkie."
You both went silent after that, your eyes looking around at everything but at him, secretly hoping that he was enjoying the food, wishing you would've put on the radio or the news so you weren't sitting in complete silence.
The tapping of his fingers against the counter finally pulled your gaze towards him, watching him carefully as you continued to eat.
"Laswell called."
Laswell?
The face you made must've made him realise you had no idea who he was talking about, his hand coming up to grab the mug of tea and take a long sip before speaking again.
"Station Chief Laswell." You nodded along, hoping that he'd believe that you actually knew what he was saying. "She's got a mission f'us."
Oh.
"When?" You spoke out, a bit choked up as you tried your best to focus on the food instead, you always got unexplainably nervous when he left for a mission, despite the fact that he always came back.
"Gotta be there by 1."
You turned to look at the time on the microwave, the 09:00 displayed there striking unexplainable fear in you.
"You should get going, then."
"I should."
Neither one of you moved.
"Did you say goodbye to Tommy?"
"I did." He took a final sip of his tea, placing the cup down and turning to look at the nursery, the strangling pain he felt every time he left you coming back to haunt him. "Changed his nappy too. Like y'taught me."
You smiled at the memory. A few days after he'd first shown up you'd tried your best to teach him how to change Tommy and you'd gone through almost 10 nappies by the time he'd been able to put one decent enough (you'd quickly changed it yourself after he'd turned around, you didn't want the nappy to cut off your baby's circulation), so you hoped that he'd actually done it properly this time.
"Thank you…" You offered him a small smile, looking down at your own cuppa, wrapping your arms around the now lukewarm mug. "Go get ready. I'll clean up."
Simon really didn't want to, he wanted to continue standing there talking to you, gazing at your tired face and how cute you looked taking small bites out of the food you'd made that you'd undoubtedly wouldn't finish and would slide over to him like you'd done all those times before.
But he couldn't. He was a soldier. One that was trained to kill and follow orders no matter what and no matter the circumstance, one that would be laughed at if he called in saying he wanted to stay with- well, whatever you were to him.
He was about to zip up the duffle bag he'd left in your room during his small stay when he caught a glimpse of something he'd forgotten about.
The gun was relatively light in his hand, one that was smaller than the ones he was used to carrying out in the field, but could quickly figure out how to use in the span of a millisecond.
He called out your name, rapping his knuckles against the counter to catch your attention, raising his arms in surrender as fear filled your face, dropping the plate into the sink and taking a step back as soon as you caught sight of the gun.
"Simon! What the fu-"
"It's not loaded." His other hand waved around the magazine, placing them both down on the island in front of you both. "I'm not going to use it."
"I would fucking hope so!" You cried out, wiping off the soap suds on a towel and pressing your back into the counter, gripping the edge of it as if he was really threatening you with the gun.
"Do you know how to shoot one?"
You shook your head. You'd never even seen one this close apart from the rare policemen that carried one, let alone held one.
"Come." He picked them two items up, walking back into your room and waiting for you at the door to follow, worried about what he was planning on doing. "Where would you keep a gun?"
You turned to him with a raised eyebrow, once again expressing your confusion with a single stare before turning to the bedside table closest to the side you normally slept in, pulling the drawer out and immediately growing warm as you gazed down at the string of condoms along with some other items.
"Here, I suppose…" You watched him sit down on the bed, the mattress immediately sinking beneath his weight as he raised the gun and magazine up into your line of view.
"Take it."
You shakily did as he said, the gun feeling heavy in your palms in contrast to how easy it had felt for Simon, turning it around a few times as he continued to speak, pointing out every single detail and part of what he had soon let you know was a Glock.
"It's the one most policemen carry. Not very heavy, but still capable of takin' down a man." He murmured, almost letting out a chuckle as he took the gun and cocked it, making you jump at the sudden sound.
"Why would I want to take down a man?" You asked tentatively, taking it back from him and trying to fit in the magazine like he'd instructed you to.
A warm hand came up to cover yours, stopping you in your tracks and allowing him to get up and take the firearm from you, pulling out the magazine and placing them both in the drawer, trying his best to ignore the other items that were scattered around.
"Listen to me." He turned his head as he slammed the drawer shut, staring directly into your eyes to make sure that you were paying attention. "I cannot ensure your safety while I'm gone. There's tons of fucked up people who'd take whatever change to tear me down and would not think twice about using you or Tommy to do so. This is just in case. You only use this if you or Tommy are in imminent danger. If there is someone threatening any of you, you do not hesitate, you take the gun and use it."
Use it.
Use it!?
His hand came up to cup at your cheek, pulling you out of your swarming thoughts so he could be sure you were listening.
"I- Simon, I can't- I'll go to jail if I use it, I can't-"
"You won't." He interrupted, shaking his head. "I won't let them. You're under my protection, this is just in case of emergency when I'm not around."
You nodded, not knowing what else to do, the gun that had been in your hands mere moments ago feeling like a burden despite it being locked away.
"Oi. Lovie, look at me."
That immediately caught your attention.
"Tell me you understand."
Your mouth had gone dry, the combination of the shock behind his little surprise and the nickname that had slipped out of his mouth proving to be too much to handle.
"Tell me. You understand."
You took a deep breath, nodding your head. "I understand, Simon."
Even after he'd left, you couldn't shake yourself off that foreboding feeling, terrified that the moment where you'd have to use the gun would arrive sometime soon, the thought of you or Tommy coming into danger while Simon wasn't around enough to make you want to crumble into tiny pieces.
You'd stood by the door like you always did, although this time Tommy was fast asleep in his crib and your arms were empty, leaving you to say goodbye to Simon (although looking up into his eyes, you knew he wasn't Simon anymore) all by yourself.
"When d'you think you'll be back?" You whispered as he opened the door, not wanting to disturb any of the neighbours that might be loitering around (despite knowing that news about the terrifying man that resided in your apartment had travelled quick after he'd threatened your neighbour), handing him his jacket.
"A week, tops. I'll send you a text as soon as I know." He grunted, shoving on his jacket before pulling up his duffle bag, swinging it over his shoulder. "You need anythin', you call base, okay? They'll relay the message if it's necessary."
He'd given you the number to his base a few weeks ago, but you knew you'd never have the heart to call it, too embarrassed that the little problem you were currently having was nothing compared to what Simon was going through, and you didn't want to disturb any of his work if it really wasn't that important.
"Sent you money this morning. You got enough for a month." He went through his mental list of everything he should say to you before going, leaning against the door frame and looking down at you through heavy eyelids. "Get some takeout, don't strain yourself any more than you already are. Doctor said you should take it easy."
You dismissed the urge to roll your eyes, cursing yourself out for even allowing him to take you to the doctor in the first place and listen in.
"I know. I'll be fine, Simon. You just worry about yourself."
"Always do." He said, nodding his head as a form of goodbye before pushing himself off the doorframe, heading towards the elevator and leaving you standing there, only closing the door when you heard the front door close from all the way downstairs.
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— I think he misses you.
— Won't let go of the teddy bear even though it's all dirty :(.
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God, if Simon wasn't wearing his mask he was pretty sure he wouldn't have been able to contain his smile, zooming into the picture you'd sent him of your small boy lying in your bed fast asleep cuddling the little plushie he'd gifted him.
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He hoped you understood what you meant by that, and by the way a few more pictures loaded in within seconds, he was glad you did.
He had to print some of those.
He'd once made a joke about one of the soldiers who wore a picture of their beloved in a small locket to Soap, commenting how it reminded him of the soldiers in WWI, when they were really just on their way to disarm a bomb.
But now he felt the need to have some type picture of you both or trinket that you'd given him right in the pocket over his heart, one that he could easily pull out in the middle of a mission to remind himself of why he was doing this, of why he couldn't let himself get caught by the enemy, of why he always had to come back to you.
He couldn't even bear the thought of his dog tags arriving at your doorstep instead of him one fateful day.
"Your nephew?"
Ghost snapped his head up, meeting the curious gaze of his captain and the bright orange tip of his cigar. "What?"
"Your nephew." Price gestured towards his lieutenant's phone, where the picture of Tommy drooling around one of his toys was still displayed. "You told me about him once at that bar in Vienna. What's his name?"
"Joseph." Ghost answered, shaking his head. "No, he's… Not a baby anymore. Must be a bloody teenager by now."
Price hummed, taking another puff from his cigar before looking away, squinting his eyes from the sun, wishing he'd been as smart as Ghost by bringing a pair of sunglasses.
"So."
"So?"
"Who's he, then?" Once again, the captain looked down at the dimly lit picture, where he could barely make out the features of the little boy, but by the onesie and plushie, he was able to decipher the not so difficult puzzle.
"He's…" Ghost trailed off, taking one last look at the picture before turning off his phone, sliding it into one of his pockets and crossing his arms over his chest. "No-one."
"No-one?" Price huffed out, amused. "So you just have pictures of random babies on your phone, is that it, Lieutenant?"
Ghost flared up at his captain, the frown obscured by the sunglasses he'd put on after the clouds had dispersed, but by the way his body had tensed, Price could only assume he'd pissed him off.
"Name's Tommy. That's all you're getting." He grunted out, looking away from the older man like a child admitting to something embarrassing.
"Like your brother?" Price commented, letting out a groan before sitting down on the wall next to Ghost. "Isn't that a coincidence?"
"No, she didn' know when she named-" Ghost stopped himself from saying anything further, the slip of the tongue already having revealed the existence of a 'she', and he did not want to say any more.
"'She'?" Price grinned, blowing out some of the smoke before bringing his cigar up to his lips. "Come on, Simon. We're not on duty, are we? Not your captain right now."
He'd promised himself to keep quiet. He couldn't have anyone find out about you or Tommy, he couldn't risk having that information out in the open, his weakness out there for everyone to know.
But Price… Well, Price was different. He'd saved him multiple times across the span of time he'd spent working for the army, he'd been the one to pull him out of the deepest of holes, the one to trust him enough to allow him to join the 141.
They trusted each other.
"She's… I don't know." He let his head cock back, looking up at the forming clouds. "I knocked her up."
"Fuckin' hell, Simon." Price breathed out along with some smoke, turning to look at him with a sort of horrified and disappointed stare. "You're a dad?"
"Yeah."
"Christ, you're makin' me feel fucking old." He grumbled, taking the phone from Ghost as he handed it over, squinting at the dimly lit screen. "Cute little bugger, isn't he?"
Ghost smiled beneath his mask, watching Price scroll through the countless pictures you'd sent him across the month he'd been back, resisting the embarrassing urge to point out small details of every picture like an art major in a museum, instead keeping quiet and itching slowly to grab his phone back.
"Think you're a good dad?" Price asked, taking Ghost back a bit as he slid his phone back into the confines of his pocket, shrugging his shoulders as he squinted at two figures in the distance.
"Not the worst. Don't think he's got the mental capability to recognise if I'm good or bad to 'im. Least he doesn't cry every time he sees me." He breathed out a chuckle, snapping his mouth shut as he saw Soap and Gaz approach, the conversation sizzling away as they plopped down next to them both.
As the others started talking about another topic, Ghost thought about the question he'd been asked before more in-depth.
He wasn't a bad father, right?
He wasn't like… that.
Simon would be caught dead before even thinking of inflicting onto Tommy the same pain his own father had inflicted onto his family.
Imagining his small boy going through the same trauma, the same horror, the same fear he'd felt during his childhood was enough to tear his cold heart apart.
And he'd never treat you like his father had treated his mother, he'd never subdue you to the same pain she went through every day, he wouldn't let himself fall into the circle of abuse that had started way before his own father.
And Simon wasn't perfect. He knew that.
But he wouldn't stoop as low as his father had during the beginning of his life, where instead of the love and care a child was supposed to receive from his parents, he received the abuse and pain that no one deserved.
Just like him.
He closed his eyes as he remembered the burning shouts as his father berated him, always comparing the both of them and forcing Simon into tears, the mere thought of ending up as horrible as his father reducing him to sobs.
Even now, he still felt sick when he'd stare at the pictures of his father his mother still kept around her room in the nursing home, horrified whenever she'd point out their similar eyes and same blond hair.
But he wouldn't end like that. Despite whatever physical similarity he shared with his father, they had nothing in common personality wise.
Simon wasn't a monster.
He wouldn't hurt you or Tommy.
He wouldn't let anyone hurt you or Tommy.
He was a protector, a soldier trained to serve his country and the civilians who resided within it.
And he would protect. No matter what.
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"S'alright, lovie… Jus' me."
"Simon…" You breathed out, letting your eyes flutter closed as his hands roamed the exposed skin of your chest, broken lips pressing kisses the whole way up to your jaw.
"That's it… Such a good girl f'me… Pretty, pretty girl." His warm hands cupped at your chest, pulling another whine out of you as he toyed with your breasts. "My good girl, right?"
"Mhm…" You mumbled, letting your head loll back onto Simon's shoulder and look up at him through tear covered eyelashes, your brain not functioning properly to process the blurred mass of what you assumed was a man's face staring down at you with those beautiful eyes, his breath hitting your lips as he leaned down to press the kiss you'd been longing for for so goddamn long—
Your body jolted awake, an uncomfortable ache between your legs quickly making itself known as you tossed around in your messy bed, brows furrowed as your brain tried to catch up with your suddenly awakened body.
What had you even been dreaming about?
You rubbed at your eyes with your wrists, digging them deep enough so you saw a few blinding colours, letting go and resorting to staring up at the ceiling.
You didn't even bother checking your phone, already knowing that the only notifications you would have received in the few hours you'd spent asleep were the ones from the dating apps you still didn't have the energy to delete.
None from Simon, of course. He'd been gone for over two weeks by now, which wasn't surprising, since he had let you know that this mission would be a long one and had warned you in advance.
Considering the last mission he'd gone on was almost a month ago (and had only lasted a few days, you think he finished as soon as he could to be back with Tommy, by the way he'd barreled through the house to get to the nursery) and that you and Tommy had gotten him all to yourself for about two weeks straight, you'd expected him to be called sooner or later.
You weren't really looking forward to him coming back, since you'd have to break the news to him that he'd missed Tommy's first attempts to sit up without support and the success that came after.
Luckily, you'd filmed most of it, although you did end up throwing the phone on the sofa to congratulate your son personally, pressing kisses to his chubby rolls and listening to him giggle before accidentally helping him fall back onto your bed, causing him to burst out crying.
Okay, well, maybe you could just edit the final part out.
You were pulling the covers over yourself, snuggling back into the warmth of your mattress before attempting to close your eyes and fall back asleep (hopefully to return to whatever dream you'd been having before), when the sound of the creek of your floorboards snapped you out of it.
Your heart stopped, listening out for any further sounds, breath hitching in your throat as what you feared you'd heard continued, recognising the footsteps going from the living room into the kitchen.
You leaned over to your phone, hoping to God that Simon had finished the mission early and had sent you a quick message telling you he'd be coming back soon, but as you unlocked the phone…
Nothing.
So whoever was walking around your house was not Simon.
You heard muffled whispers, too quiet for you to understand but loud enough to send a cold shiver down your spine.
It terrified you. That cemented the fact that there was actually someone in your home, walking around like it was nothing.
But there was more than one voice. Two. Or was it more?
You assumed the sound that had woken you up had been the door opening, which inflicted even more fear into you at the thought that they must have had a key instead of knocking your door down since the sound hadn't been enough to stick with you after pulling you awake.
Your eyes instinctively darted over to the bedside table, where Simon's gun still laid untouched every since he'd "gifted" it to you, staying frozen until one pair of feet got a bit too close to your door, mind racing and adrenaline pumping through your veins as you scrambled to open the drawer as quietly as possible and pull out the gun and mag with shaky hands, carefully pushing it in before cocking it, hissing at the loud sound it made.
You stepped out of bed, body shaking as you neared the door with the heavy gun in your hand, listening out carefully for what they could be saying.
"—ce gaf. Didn' expect this from ya."
"You're a classy one aren't — your sofa?"
The voices were broken and muffled, leaving your brain to try its best to complete them.
God, this was terrifying. You could feel your whole body shaking, waiting for the moment where it could give out.
It's okay. Deep breaths.
You can do this.
The doorknob rattled, the moment it twisted seemingly happening in slow motion, your heart skipping a beat before you raised your gun up to the attacker, finger grabbing at the trigger just in case they made a dangerous move on you, your frantic eyes meeting the surprised ones of the man you were currently pointing a gun at (which you'd never used before, mind you).
"Steamin' fuckin'-"
You didn't even have time to react before his arm instinctively raised towards you, hand grasping at your throat in an instant, like the only thing he'd been taught to do was to kill.
"What the fuck are you doing!?"
You heard a familiar voice roar as the hand tightened around your throat, the gun now abandoned at your feet as your hands scratched and tugged at your attacker's hand.
The last thing you saw before your eyes clouded over was the large shadow coming up from behind your assailant, their face one that despite the tears that blurred your vision you could tell was ready to rip apart someone.
You didn't even have time to think if it was going to be you or his partner.
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thelov3lybookworm · 7 months ago
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Fussy Nights
Summary: Amelia is grumpy
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A/n: just a silly lil drabble for the love of my life, fire of my loins, the anon from @daycourtofficial's blog 🥹
(dividers by @tsunami-of-tears ❣️)
anyways, enjoyy!
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Eris had always been a light sleeper. Even the slightest of sounds would have him jolt awake, scared out of his mind.
That was until he met Y/n, after his fathers death.
It had been over months since Eris had taken up the role of a high lord, but still, he would always keep looking behind his back, under his bed and in his closet for the ghost of Beron. His booming voice still echoed in Eris’s ears almost everyday, and every night, his father visited him in his sleep. Which was also one of the reasons Eris had stopped trying to even fall asleep without the help of heavy sedatives.
But then Y/n walked into his life, smiled at him, and turned him into a fool in love. He stopped thinking about his father as often, stopped staying awake to the haunting of his fathers ghost. Instead now, he stayed up wondering how to make Y/n laugh, wondering how she would look laying next to him, how she would look standing in front of him in a wedding gown. Fantasising about having his own family one day.
And once the two had gotten married, Eris had slept like a deity buried for years, only to wake up to the sweet, honeyed sound of his mate’s voice coaxing him gently out of sleep.
Or the screaming of his daughter, of course.
Which is what jolted him out of his sleep.
Eris shot up, his heart thumping heavily in his heart before he realised that no one was in danger, and that it was just his daughter who probably wanted some attention in the middle of the night calling for her parents.
He glanced at Y/n to find her peacefully passed out, and he smiled, leaning down to press a quick kiss to her brow before he got up, shivering slightly as the chill night air coiled around his shirtless torso.
As he hurried to the crib a few feet away from the bed, he willed his body to warm up and repel the crisp coldness of the autumn night.
Amelia had stopped crying when Eris finally reached her, likely having felt him. She lay on her back, her eyes wide open and filled with tears, her lips jutting out in a pout.
"What happened, princess? Did you miss daddy?"
She sniffled, staring straight at Eris as she made grabby hands at Eris, and he laughed, leaning down to pick her up. He placed her against his chest, wrapping his arms firmly around her little body as he turned. He rocked in place for some time, waiting to see if she would go back to sleep, but when she continued fussing, he turned towards the door.
"Come, let us go out to check up on the hounds. Mommy will wake up if we make too much noise here."
"Eris?"
He groaned inwardly. So much for not waking up mommy.
"Yes, sweetheart?"
"What are you doing?"
He turned to find her half sitting, staring at him with furrowed brows.
"Nothing, my love. Lia was just fussing a little, so I thought I might take her to see the hounds for a little."
She sighed. "It’s cold outside, Eris. She will get sick. Bring her here."
Eris nodded, walking back and handing Amelia to Y/n. He watched as she tried to calm down their daughter, settling down next to Y/n’s legs as Lia started to feed.
"She was just hungry?"
Y/n nodded, yawning as she moved to get comfortable. "It’s been a few hours since she last fed."
Eris hummed, grabbing one of Y/n’s legs unconsciously and starting to rub soft circles.
It was a few moments before Y/n spoke up again.
"You don’t have to do that, my love." Her voice was soft, gentle.
Eris smiled, rolling his eyes. "Mhmm."
She let out a soft laugh at that.
"I think she’s full."
Eris glanced up as Y/n covered herself up again, leaning forward to take a drowsy Amelia from his mate. "I’ll burp her then?"
Y/n nodded, yawning again as she settled into bed.
"Good night, Y/n."
Y/n hummed, patting the space next to her. "Come, let her stay."
"Are you sure?" Eris mumbled, though he had already begun to climb under the covers, his arms wrapped carefully around Amelia.
"Of course."
Y/n and Amelia were both passed out before Eris could even get comfortable, and he grinned, staring at both his girls, looking so peaceful next to each other.
As he drifted off himself, he could not help but thank the mother for gifting him such precious beings.
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littlemelaninfics · 7 months ago
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Surprise, Surprise is written exactly like them!! Like even Buck’s little “Heh” uggghhh I love him
How do you think Buck would react to finding that his girl got her nips pierced while he was at work one day???
Thank you so much, Nonnie! I really try to make the characters as authentic as possible even if the story they’re in is completely fictional. Which is literally fiction inside of fiction, but I don’t know that’s called 😬
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A/n: I decided to do one nip instead of both. Sorry!
Ohhh man.
The fact that when he left you that morning you were on your back, tits displayed and not decorated with anything but the healing hickey on your left tit….
So when he returned home that night to see you in this number,
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he wouldn’t be able to help undressing himself before he even got to you.
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Buck would slide himself between your legs as you sit on the counter, his eyes raking over every inch of your body he can see. He would lean down, grabbing the sides of your face in his hands, crashing his tongue into your mouth. He is definitely a handsy/grabby guy, so you better believe that he his gripping at your hips, thighs, and back when finally he grabs your left tit squeezing with pressure, but not too hard.
“Gentle, baby,” you moan onto his lips.
“Gentle? Since when?” He asked while attacking your neck.
“Hmmmm,” you let out in an amused, low hum,
“I did something today.”
“Oh I can see that, baby,” Buck said referring to your new matching set,
“What else did you do today?”
You just stared at him with a slight smirk, feeling your nipples get harder with the excitement of Buck finding your new little friend. The material of your bra is only so thick and the indentions of your peaks start to poke through. Buck can see the blush forming on your cheeks as he starts to get the hint that you’re not just going to flat out tell him.
His eyes roam over you once again when he spots your secret. When I tell you there would be no unclasping, no letting the strap fall; this man would grip the top of your cup, pulling on it gently but still with purpose.
His blue eyes would turn a shade darker and you swear you could see your piercing sparkling in his pupils. And when I tell you about the groan/growl he would let out when he finally saw it 🤤
“Oh fuck.”
“Does it hurt?” He asked while ghosting his thumb over the steel impaled though your right nipple,
“A little,” you say as he lets the pad of his thumb flick over the ball. Letting in a sharp breath,
“Mmmm. But I like it,” you reply as you take your bottom lip between your teeth.
Buck would just stare at it, mouth slightly agape as he just lets his mind race. You grab his attention by pulling on his hips, when he picks you up and carries you to your shared bed. Ending up in the exact same position as he left you that same morning.
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invadergrabass · 3 months ago
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I destroyed the bonds of friendship and respect between the only people left who'd even look me in the eyes...!
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amourninghost · 2 months ago
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She was so busy working to put him under her thrall that she failed to consider what success would feel like.
He dropped to his knees before her with all the quickness and vacancy of a disabled machine. Tak was fond of machines… Programming made much more sense to her than any kind of conversation.
Their relationship up to this point had been artifice; a delicate maneuver wherein she offered nothing and he gave everything. He didn't really know her… but she knew him better than anyone on the planet. He trusted her.
And now, with all that work finally done, the true nature of their relationship could reveal itself.
But when she looked down at him, her sense of victory was overshadowed by something else… He was perfect like this. She didn't want to leave this moment…
She stared, dumbstruck, into the eyes of her conquered, her servant, her… Hers.
He was hers.
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bubbles-for-all-of-us · 1 year ago
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Pretty like the wind
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a/n Part two! Writing was all I could think about today. Thank you for the love. It's been a hot minute since something brewed in my brain. 🤍✨
warnings: blood, violence, past trauma,
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Finding a way to focus had been hard the past couple of weeks. Azriel felt like a ghost who had pledged the sanctuary. He barely got out of his room, and if he did, he twirled around in the shadows. Watching. Hacking. It was an unsettling feeling at times. Feeling those golden eyes burning holes into your back. Listening in on your conversation. Yet every time you would turn towards where the phantom feeling of him lingered, you were met with nothing. A space where you had hoped to find him.
"Invite him to the communal. It sure must not feel nice to be left behind", Padme, the high priestess, casually said just the other night when you brought her all the paperwork you had sorted through. "He is free to come, P. He ain't a prisoner", you stated blankly. Focusing solely on the piles of papers as you arranged them. "You're being neglectful, my dear", those words made you look up as you frowned. "He is not my responsibility. I'm not assigned to him. I don't...", you stuttered on, crossing your arms around your chest defensively. "And yet... Our high lord had called for you specifically", she trialed off. A knowing, ancient smile painted her lips. You knitted your eyebrows as hard as you could, trying to look frustrated, but that only made the high priestess chuckle. You had wanted to find a strong enough counterargument for her statement, but your words failed you. So you bowed your head to her before walking away.
"Is he an ancient spirit?", Zofie, the young fea girl, asked as she looked up at you, making you crack a smile. Some of the kids have been more than observant. But then it was hard to miss a male of Azriel's size. And while grown women didn't spare him a second glance, the kids had grown curious. "That's an Illyrian soldier, Zo", Axel said, rolling his eyes at the younger girl. You questioned your choice the closer you got to the spymaster's room. He might very well not even be there. And even more so, he might have another outburst. And you had brought kids with you...
"Well, how would I know? I'm only little", Zofie stomped her little feet, making grabby hands at you. You shook your head at them. "Why don't you two ask him all of your questions yourself?", you suggested, right as the wooden door at the end of the hall came into view. You halted once more, but your lingering steps were outmatched by Axel, who had sprinted down the hall before you could even open your mouth.
Azriel had been trying to summon a bottle of whiskey for over an hour now. He was tired and frustrated with the lack of communication Rhys was willing to engage in. The only thing the high lord was willing to say was that Elain had gone with Lucien. She was in autumn. That had made the spymaster curse Rhys in all the languages he spoke. He was about to list all the reasons why that trip was not a good idea when Rhys shut him off completely.
Now he was sitting on the floor. Shoulders slumped. He looked ahead of himself. One of his shadows had flustered before moving towards the door, ripping at the handle. "I'm not going anywhere. So drop it", the spymaster had muttered. But the shadow didn't budge, nudging the metal tightly as a knock sounded, making Azriel look to the side. He was ready to ignore it. The last thing he needed was to deal with more nonsense, but then the thought struck him. What if it was you? What if this was his chance to get you to tell him how to get out of this place? If he caught you here, he would still have time to interrogate you spymaster style, and then...
Azriel grabbed the handle, spreading his wings behind him as he frowned. Yanking the door open. No one met his eyes. There was nothing there. Azriel was almost sure of it. Until a loud gasp filled his ears and something light hit the floor. "Axel", the sound made Azriel peer into the hallway. That's when he noticed you rushing towards him. That's when he noticed a tiny frame curled on the floor. Tiny leathery wings draped around the shaking body.
Azriel's wings sagged. He reached his hand out, but you were quick to stand in between them, your eyes wide as you stared at the spymaster. "Are you insane?", you said through gritted teeth, turning to look back at the trembling body. "Hey, Ax. It's all okay. No one will hurt you", Azriel watched as you carefully moved to brush your fingers through the boy's hair. A tiny, trembling hand reached out towards you. You took it without hesitation. The girl whom you had carried up to this point stood slightly to the side, her tiny palms pressed into her eyes. She was hiding. Scared because of... Azriel quickly shook his head. "I didn't mean...", you turned his way, his soft gaze replaced by a burning anger. "Who even opens a door like that?". Azriel was about to bite back when the boy looked up at him, muttering, "Wow..."
"Axel...", you questioned him, worry lacing your features as you watched him. "You're big... and your wings", the boy said, his eyes now fully on Azriel. You bit the inside of your cheek. Pulling Zofie closer to your embrace. The dark twirl swam towards the boy, and you were about to seize it with your magic until it ruffled Axel's hair softly, nuzzling against the boy's cheek, making him chuckle.
You swallowed thickly before turning back to Azriel and saying, "We came to invite you to the communal but...", to the sound of which both of the kids perked up. "We learned a new song", Axel said, "Zofie dances with the ribbons. Right, Zo?", He pulled at the girl's skirt, but she didn't lift her head from your shoulder. Something ached deep within Azriel. He craved fear. At this point, he was convinced that no one would ever learn to look at him any differently but watch kids shake at the sight of him... He had watched them for some time now. A part of why he had stuck to the shadows was because he didn't want to scare the younglings. He doubted seeing a big, bulky male—there were no other males here, as Azriel had noted—would make them feel safe.
"I'll come", Azriel said, thinking about reaching for the girl but choosing against it. She looked so small, clinging to you. He had made a child frightened. He had never... Azriel felt a small palm wrapping around his two fingers. "I'll show you the pool we have; well, it's not a pool, but... you'll see", Axel chirped, already dragging Azriel down the hall. You were about to protest. As it was, you had a long list of reasons why Azriel shouldn't come at all. He met your gaze. You watched him. Was he silently asking for your permission? You gave him a tight glare before nodding.
The kids were in their element, as always. Singing loudly as they danced together. Axel was up in the front lines, his eyes not leaving Azriel. Zofie had slipped off your lap midway through the third song and was happily twirling with her pink ribbon in hand. Azriel sat beside you. You could tell that he was uncomfortable. You doubted he watched the children much. You even doubted that he understood just how important it was for Axel that he was here. Azriel's eyes were scanning the place. Memorizing faces. You let out a sigh, and that seemed to have done the job because the spymaster lowered his gaze toward you.
"You know, you're an asshole", you said while plastering a smile on your face. Azriel huffed, "Says you", crossing his arms over his chest. "Well, I'm sorry, but out of the two of us...", you trailed off, shaking your head.
"You brought kids as backup", Azriel snarled once more. Now these words made you look right at him as you growled, "You wanted to break my neck". Azriel gave you a puzzled look. "Oh, don't look at me like ancient Mother Sun; you think I'm that stupid? You would have leaped at me once more", your words had come up more like an accusation than you would have liked. "For the record, I wasn't going to break your neck", Azriel muttered. Even more frustrated by your last statement now. "Oh, my apologies. Locking me up? Hanging me up from a ceiling? A bit more your style?", you rolled your eyes at him. Azriel gritted his teeth. You were getting on his nerves slowly, but then the fact that you thought he might break your neck... Oddly enough, he hated that. Azriel wanted to be far away from being a predator. He didn't want to inflict harm or fear. Slowly, he started to wonder about how much he still didn't know. Not just about this place, but himself. Another stab ripped past his chest, and Azriel let out a tight sigh. Clapping erupted around the room. Azriel joined in mindlessly, turning his head slightly your way and saying, "I'm so...", but he was met with an empty chair. Azriel's eyes darted around the room. He searched for the two kids as well but was met with a crowd of faces that didn't have any meaning to him. Azriel let out a frustrated growl, tightening his fists.
The candlelight was barely visible. Your eyes were burning from tiredness. You knew that you weren't going to get anything more done, but you refused to leave your study. It was the only place where you didn't feel him. And heaps of paperwork had managed to shove him out of your brain. It was bad enough that Axel talked about him until he eventually fell asleep. Padme, however, had given you a dissatisfied look. And you knew she was right, but you too had your reasons. You weren't a babysitter. There were no direct implications that it had to be you who monitored Azriel's behavior here. You knew that Rhys had eyes of his own here. He didn't need weekly reports. You blew out the last remaining candle. Not having enough energy to care about the scattered papers all over the table.
Rubbing your eyes, you moved towards the door. Opening them up with a spell. And you wished you hadn't the moment you did. A mortified scream left your lips. A hand clasped over your mouth. Flickers of your magic sparked, cracking the solid wall of darkness. "It's just me", you shoved your palms against Azriel's chest. "You're a sick bastard", you said, pointing an angry finger at the spymaster. To your surprise, he let out a low chuckle, making you huff. "How dare you laugh?", you moved to fix your dress. Trying to hide the tremble in your palms. "You're running away from me", Azriel stated calmly. You gave him a daring look and said, "I am not inclined to see you".
Azriel watched you. Even in the dim hallway, there was no way he could deny that there was something about you. The way you carried yourself You had proven your point that night in Azriel's room when you drew his consciousness away from him. He knew you had magic lurking deep within. But even that didn't seem like something that would call to him. "But you can answer some of my questions", he stated blankly. You shook your head in disbelief. "You did all of this so you could ask me a question? Under what rock have you been raised?", you stepped closer to him. Here. Here it was. That daring glare made something deep flick within Azriel.
"You'll have to forgive me. I was the one to wake up in a place I knew nothing of", he snarled back. Taking the last step towards you. Fully towering over your frame. Your head was now drawn up, so you could keep eye contact with him. "But I wasn't the one who went for a mated...", You cut yourself off. A bitter taste coating your mouth. The fire in your eyes died down. "Say it", Azriel muttered through gritted teeth. You watched him. You had no right to judge, and you didn't. "Everyone knows about it, don't they? You tried to make a fool out of me by dragging me to that circus today?", Now his words were drenched with venom. You had nudged a sleeping tiger. "That was not a circus. Communal is for children", your voice was small. Azriel let out a bitter laugh. "Is that what Rhys wanted? To humiliate me", there was pain so deep within him that even your bones ached.
"And you... you're here to orchestrate it", he snarled, stepping away from you. You suddenly felt so little. You had no intention of making Azriel feel like a fool. He shook his head one more time before he turned to step away. "Azriel...", you called out, stepping forward to grab his hand. Forgetting all boundaries. Losing control over your mental shields. The moment your hand touched his, all you managed was to take one more inhale before a ray of vision flashed right in front of you.
Azriel felt as if he was trapped in a never-ending nightmare. As flashes and flashes of what seemed to be memories glimmered through his mind, he saw the sanctuary. An elderly lady. Coldness and pain. Something that reminded him of the basement he had been locked in. Then there was Rhys. Illyrian camps. Angry males. A fire. Shouting females. Scattered wings. Blood. Shrieking children. He tried to move. He was unsure if it was real or just in his mind. But when he lifted his hands, bloody palms met him.
You yanked your hand back. Breathing heavily. Azriel was panting too. He blinked a couple of times. Eyes darting to your trembling frame. Your cheeks glisten with tears. Void grew deep within the spymaster's chest. Azriel moved to step closer, but you put out an arm in front of yourself. "I won't hurt you", his voice was the softest you had ever heard from him before. Yet you still shook your head, muttering a quiet, "I'm sorry".
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auspicioustidings · 2 months ago
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Kinktober Day 28
Moniker: N/A Risk Level: High as you may emerge with fewer brain cells. Brief: B-movie marathon Safeword: Refer to first brief.
If Soap gets frisky I can fuck it out of him luv, today is about you getting to lounge about and do nothing but eat, drink and relax - Gaz
Wanna cuddle and watch shite movies? - Soap
Not optional I’m afraid sweetheart. Ale reckons you’re sub-dropping, let the boys handle it for you - Price
Soap looked ruined and you suddenly felt the horror that came with knowing exactly what you must look like all clean and bundled up after having your brains fucked out. It was so obvious he was exhausted and so obvious what had exhausted him. Christ, it must be so apparent to anyone in here that you were getting ruined on the daily if you looked like that after.
The room was basically set up like you were having a childhood sleepover. Huge mattress on the floor piled high with plush blankets and pillows with a big TV and veritable mountain of snacks and drinks set up in little baskets on the floor. You raised an eyebrow at Gaz who was fondly petting at Soap’s mohawk.
“Ghost thought it’d be better if he was too tired out to try humping you” he said with a conspiratorial grin.
“Wait it’s possible to tire him out?”
“Aye very funny. Cuddle!” Soap demanded like a spoiled brat, holding his arms out and making grabby hands.
Ridiculous, this was ridiculous. You were getting paid to what? Cuddle Soap after Ghost had fucked the stuffing out of him? It was the 28th. The contract defined a month as 30. Shouldn’t they be looking to use your body for their pleasure as much as possible with so little time left?
“Hey hey, no, c'mere bonnie, come cuddle” Soap said, crawling over to the edge of the little almost nest to grab your hands and rub his thumbs gently over your knuckles.
You appreciated that neither him nor Gaz pointed out that your eyes were bubbling up with tears because you didn’t want to talk about it. What was there to say? You were an idiot who was falling in love with a bunch of the most dangerous people on the planet? You were starting to think you were no less a dog to be leashed than any of them were?
Instead of saying any of that you just collapsed into Soap’s arms and enjoyed being held by him and Gaz who had wrapped around the two of you in a tangle. The hazy fog of deep sadness that had settled over you slowly started to clear bit by bit as they took care of you.
The b-horror marathon was excellent if you were honest, Gaz kept heckling the characters and threw popcorn at the screen whenever one of the characters did something stupid.
You didn’t disagree and had your own little rants whenever the slut archetype died first. Poor Soap tried to have the discussion of sluts and violence infuse some horniness into him, but whatever Ghost had done had well and truly put him out of commission. He whined terribly when humping a pillow didn’t do anything at all for him, lamenting that his cock was broken.
When Gaz tried to tease him he just pointed out that Gaz was one of the Kennel's dogs for the next week and you found out that he was detained temporarily because of the day he had destroyed your poor ass. You protested but Gaz himself settled you, saying it was fair that they would think he seemed a little off kilter (you felt a little guilty knowing you hadn't reported Soap because he definitely should have been detained if Gaz was). Plus, he was planning on sticking around the place with you here anyway.
It was so silly and yet you couldn’t help but feel that it was real. That this was just a lazy night in with loved ones who were just as happy to be there as you were. That they enjoyed your company even when they weren’t fucking you.
“We should do a Christmas movie marathon” Gaz said as he scrolled through to find your next awful movie.
“Aye but only the pure awful ones.”
You blinked and took a second to catch up.
“I won’t be here at Christmas?” you said, meaning it as a statement but having it come out as a question.
The two of them shared a look that set the hairs on the back of your neck to standing and then just crushed you between them to watch the next movie. Maybe you should have wrestled your way out from between them and demanded to know exactly what that look had meant, but it was warm and cosy and you liked the feeling of safety that came from being wrapped up in them so you just snuggled in and ignored the alarm bells in your head.
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wizzdot · 5 months ago
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The Patron Saint of One Way Trips
Ch17
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Description: we talk about feelings… I repeat - we talk about feelings. Progress FINALLY with Simon. Price is protective. Kyle missed us, sweet boy.
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*Laika's (Y/N's) POV*
Alejandro and Rudy lead us to the room we will be staying at. It's nice. A nice big bed, fit for a pack. It makes me feel guilty that I shouldn't be here. I walk in with my head down, trying to stay calm. I roll my shoulder, testing how it felt - it was starting to feel better.
The door closes and we are alone, just the three of us. I stand, silently until the Lieutenant speaks up.
"You can use the bathroom first" he grunts in my direction. I nod and head towards my bag that had already been delivered to the room. I grab PJ's and my soap, shampoo and conditioner. I peak into the shower and check that I can use the water controls, setting it to the suitable heat and pressure, before sliding the lock over and undressing.
Once I'm undressed, I check out my injuries in the mirror. The little cut on my cheek is tiny. I'm amazed it bled so much.. My shoulder looks a bit puffy, but otherwise, fine. Surprisingly, there is no bruising.. I check my leg and that looks a bit irritated but it's fine for now. I silently thank Rudy for helping me clean them up on the helicopter.
I step under the flow of the shower and bask in the warmth. The water stings my leg a little, feeling like sharp needles for a few seconds. I suck air in through my clenched teeth, and lather myself in my nice, floral scented shower gel. I also lather my hair in orange blossom and honey scented shampoo. It smells divine. Once I'm totally clean and the water has stopped running dirty from my body, I close the water off and drip dry for a few seconds.
I step onto the mat outside the shower and inhale the thick steam created by the boiling water I'd just showered in. I gasp when I realise that I'd forgotten my towels. I didn't want to take more time than necessary so I swallow my pride and decide to ask the Alphas in the main space of the shared room for help.
"Uhm.. Johnny..?" I say, softly through the closed door. "He's gone to shower in the main cubicles.. what's wrong?" the Lieutenant replies. I cringe - of course Johnny wasn't there..
"Oh.. uhm - I forgot my towels.. would you - would you hand them through the door..? Please..?" I ask, awkwardly.
"Open the door.." he says immediately. I am shocked at how quickly he had agreed to help. I stand behind the door, opening it just enough for my hand to emerge. I make grabby hands... waiting to meet the softness of the towel. He thrusts the towels into my waiting grasp and I slam the door quickly. "Thank you.." I whisper through the door. He doesn't answer.
*Ghost's POV*
As soon as she opens the door, her scent comes billowing out in the steam of the shower. I have to turn away for a couple of seconds to try and gather myself, refusing to allow the growl that so desperately wants to leave my throat. FUCK! Why did I let Rudy bait me into this... fuckin' hell...
My cock jumps when our hands meet, fuck sake!
She snatches the towel from me and slams the door. Control yourself, LT!
I lay back on the bed and try to think about things that will calm me down. Johnny arrives just in time. "Got started without me, LT..?" he teases, eyeing up the 'issue' in my boxers.
"Fuck off, Johnny.." I growl
She times it to fuckin' perfection. Out she steps in her pajamas, shorts and a vest followed by the steam. Fuck sake.. she makes the entire room reek..
I leap to my feet before she has time to notice my 'problem' and shove myself past her, with my towel over my crotch to hide it. I slam the door to the bathroom.
I set the water to cold and stand under the stream of freezing water. I pump my cock a couple of times but decide against it. I was pissed off and pent up.. I didn't want to take care of myself right now. Didn't deserve it. Creep.. monster.. fuckin' control yourself!!
*Laika's (Y/N's) POV*
I settle at the edge of the bed, trying not to take up much room. Johnny jumps onto the bed and lands on his stomach. He sprawls out, taking up about half of the bed. I hear a growl from the shower. "Is - is he okay in there..?" I ask quietly.. "Aye Lass, he takes cold showers. Can't be nice.. If he took nice warm ones, I'd have waited and joined him.. but I cannae hack cold.. Not for me.."
I furrow my brow at his turn of phrase, "isn't Scotland cold...? Shouldn't you be used to it..?" I ask, light heatedly. He chuckles and turns over onto his back. "Aye, it's cold and wet. But beautiful at the same time. That dinnae mean I want to shower in cold water though, Lass.." he turns to face me.
"I got hosed with freezing water.." I mumble "not nice.." - Johnny goes silent. I realise I'd just accidentally trauma dumped on him a little bit.
"You need to get used to this then.. princess treatment only from now on, lass.." he jokes, grabbing me around the waist and pulling me towards him. He settles behind me as the big spoon, sniffing my hair deeply.
"Love yer shampoo.." he growls gently, squeezing my waist. I squeak and he loosens his hold slightly.
"Sorry, Lass - shoulda' asked.. this ok..?" - I hesitate for a moment and he starts backing away.. "It's fine.. as long as it doesn't bother the Lieutenant.." I whisper.
He immediately re-wraps himself around me. "Good, would probably start cryin' if you told me to feck off.." - I giggle and kick him in the shin gently with the heel of my foot.
I start to relax until the bathroom door swings open to reveal the Lieutenant. He is wearing boxers, a black t shirt and a simple black balaclava. I try not to stare but this is the most I'd ever seen of him. He is huge. Everywhere.. his arms, his thighs, the width of his shoulders, fuck..
My attention is snapped away from the Lieutenant. Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.
Johnny grabs underneath his pillow and pulls out his ringing phone. A picture of a beaming Kyle flashes on screen. "It's oor boys!!" Johnny answers gleefully.
"Hello, MacTavish!!" my face perks up when I hear the smooth voice of Kyle.. I can't catch the tiny happy whimper that escapes my mouth.
"Wait two seconds, I'm switching to video call.." Johnny shouts.
"Johnny, you don't need to shout.." the Lieutenant grumbles, playfully, for him..
"They're you go!" Kyle says happily. "Look Cap, got Johnny on the phone..." he speaks across whatever room they are in. The Captain's gruff voice replies crackly over the phone, sounding like he is further away from the speaker. "He's just coming over.." Kyle says smiling so brightly down the phone.
"How're yous holdin' up in Amsterdam?" Johnny asks "Aw mate, it's been crazy. Think we are moving tomorrow morning though. Managed to catch the smuggler I told you about, at least. The cartel wankers had dressed up as civvies. Got ambushed but we are fine - Kate is organising our next move.. what about you guys.. where's Laika..?" Kyle asks before the phone is grabbed by the Captain and held a little too close to his face. It makes me giggle.
"Are you taking good care of Y/N..? He grumbles deeply, no hello, no how is everyone..His first words down the phone was just concern for my well being.. I blush and whine quietly. That was unusual, no one has really cared about me before..
"Ask her yerself' Cap.. she's right here.." Johnny thrusts the phone into my face. When I see my reflection I hide my face with my hands. "OI..." the Captain shouts, sounding angry. I flinch slightly and Johnny puts the phone back on his face. My stomach lurches - was he angry at me..? It's because I was sharing the room with his pack. He must be seething. I knew I wasn't wanted here.. tears pool in my eyes and I shuffle away from Johnny, creating some much needed distance.
"Love..?" his voice crackles over the line.. "Johnny, hand me over.. now!" he bellows. Johnny hands me the phone - I take it with shaky hands and he puts his face even closer to the screen as if it would make him see me more clearly. It would almost be funny if he wasn't about to punish me for disobeying or breaking rules..
"Love.. what happened to your cheek.. what's that mark..?" My cheek? Is that what he got angry about as soon as he saw my face?
"It- it happened when air support blew a building up.. just a stray piece of debris brushed me.. it's nothing.." he nods, looking grumpy.
"Ok, love, I'll take your word for it - no more near misses though. I expect you all back in one piece.. understood?" I nod.
"Words please, Y/N"
"Oh, uhm.. yes Capt -sorry- John" he softens then, "good girl, hand me to Simon, please.."
I nod and reach over Johnny's body, leaning on his chest to reach Ghost's hand with the phone. His bare fingers graze mine and I shiver. I climb back over Johnny and I swear that I feel a rumble of a purr vibrate through his chest, where my hand supports my body weight.
I whisper to Johnny, once I know that the Captain is busy talking to the Lieutenant - "It's a good thing he didn't see the one on my leg, that's way worse..." I giggle.
Johnny's eyes widen and looks down at my bare legs, trying to locate the wound.
"Fuckin' hell lass, when did that happen..? Why didn't you say anythin'?!" he whisper shouts back at me.
Everything goes silent. My eyes widen.
"Simon.. hand me back to Johnny.." John sounds positively furious. "I hope I misheard that little conversation..?" He accuses. "Aye, Alpha - we wis just messin' around.." Johnny tries to lie. "Johnny, I can always tell when you're lying - you know that.. don't you..?" he gulps. "Aye, Cap.."
"So, what did I overhear while I was talking to Simon..?" - I shakily take the phone from Johnny's hand.
"Sorry Captain. It was me.. I was just joking. It won't happen again.. it wasn't Johnny's fault.." he sighs, clearly annoyed.
"Look, Laika - no one is in trouble. I just like to know when my pack-soldiers are injured. You've got to let me know. I don't send broken soldiers into gun fights.."
I feel guilty again. I decide on four simple words, that I'm not sure are totally true, but decide will put his suspicion to rest.
"I'm not broken, Sir"
He nods, just once, before requesting to go back to Simon. I hand the phone to Johnny.
I'm stuck in my thoughts.
Broken..? Technically, I had lied. I'm quite broken. Very broken, really. Perhaps unfixable.. but you can't see me on the inside like you can if it were a gaping external wound that refuses to heal...
I'd prefer more external scars over the shit I had to deal with everyday. My stupid brain..
Kyle's voice breaks through my depressing thoughts. "Bye, bug.." Bug? that was a new one.. "See you all soon. Sleep well.." He smiles, quickly handing the phone to the Captain to make his farewells. "G'night lads, Laika - stay safe and talk again as soon as we can.."
I can feel the unsaid 'I love you's' - were they avoiding it because I was there? Making things awkward for them..?
Johnny slides his phone back under his pillow once the call has ended.
I turn away from the two Alphas, trying to give them space for their normal pack routine. I didn't want to intrude.
*Ghost's POV*
The girl turns away. I nod to Johnny to come to me - she clearly needs some space. Her scent is sharp with anxiety. She thinks too damn much. Johnny falls asleep quickly, as he always does.
I keep an eye on the girl - she tosses and turns for a couple of hours. She clearly hasn't caught a wink of sleep.
"If you keep moving, you'll never fall asleep" I say quietly, trying not to startle her.
*Laika's (Y/N's) POV*
"If you keep moving, you'll never fall asleep". I freeze. Shit, I'd been keeping him awake.
"I'm sorry... I didn't mean to disturb you.. I can - I can go somewhere else..?"
"No, tell me what would help. I'm awake anyway.. makes no difference to me.."
"I - I think... no, it's nothing.." I decide not to say that I couldn't find my hanky. It was immature. I had caused enough trouble with the hanky the first night they caught me in Russia.
"What..." he growls, annoyed.
"S'nothin.. I'm fine.."
"You don't look fine.." why does he keep pushing me..? Just leave me alone, goddammit!
"Well, in that case, stop looking" I snap. I immediately regret it when everything goes silent. It sounds like he is about to say something when he just sighs.
"Suit yourself. Just tryin' to help. Message received loud'n'clear.." he says. Is he upset.. is he.. bothered..?
I stay silent for about five minutes, contemplating in my head what to do. I feel awful. He had extended an olive branch and I had grabbed it, snapped it and thrown it away. Stupid, horrible mutt. No one would ever actually want you!
"Sorry Lieutenant.." I whisper through a sniffle.
He just grunts at me. Great..
"I know you probably couldn't care less.. but... it's my hanky. It's stupid.. I know.. but I think I've lost it - I can't find it anywh-"
"Stop" he grunts, halting my sad rambling instantly. I sniffle and feel like running away when I hear movement. He has stood up. He walks a few steps from the bed. I can just make out his figure in the moon light. He picks up my tactical vest - patting the front pockets. "I tried in my vest.. it's not there.." I whine. He ignores me, and as if by magic, removes my missing hanky.
"It - it wasn't there.. I swear.. I checked in my pockets so many times.. I'm sorr-"
"This isn't your vest.." My eyebrows furrow and I start stuttering "Wh-what.. what do you mean..?"
"It's my vest - that's why. I found it on the upper floor of the white house. I wasn't born yesterday. You split from the team and went ahead, didn't you? Took out four or five Alpha guards before we'd even made it through the rest of the village. Nice and clean work. Like an assassin. The only thing you left behind... was this.." he waves the dirty hanky in front of his torso.
I whine, terrified. Was he about to kill me? Punish me?
*Ghost's POV*
Her scent turns rancid.. Fuck sake, I'm scaring her again. Tone it down, Ghost..
I walk to her side of the bed and tuck her hanky into her hand. She is limp and terrified, Her hands shaking.
"I don't mean to scare you, you know..?"
*Laika's (Y/N's) POV*
"I don't mean to scare you, you know..?" he says in the softest voice I think I've heard come from the Alpha.
"But at the end of the day, all a ghost can do is haunt.." My eyes widen and I suddenly feel terrible.
I remember Johnny had mentioned that Ghost had been through some horrific shit. Maybe, just maybe, he is as terribly (un)broken as I am.. but I hadn't taken a second to think of anyone else's feelings.
"Tha- that's not true.." I whisper back.
He huffs a laugh.
"Thank you, by the way.." I boldly say, fighting back the tears, opting to be brave instead.
"Not just for this.." I hold my hanky up "but for earlier, with the Shadow Alpha... and for helping me when I had the nightmare. I know I've sort of said it already for that, but I didn't know it was you until it was too late so it doesn't count.."
"You're rambling now, girl.." he chuckles softly.
"No.. no - I mean it though.. I-I don't want to be scared of you. Deep down.. I'm not scared of you.. when-when you held my neck after- after he scruffed me.. I-I felt so protected. Safer than I've ever felt.. I - I'm sorry. I've said too much .."
He growls. I wince, I'd annoyed him again. I curl in on myself and shiver. It's only after a few more seconds that he is actually purring. Just the roughness of his voice made it sound more growly than he intended.
"You're a stupid girl. You know that..?" A tear escapes my eye and I nod my head. Yeah, I know that I'm stupid. Useless. Worthle-
"Come over'ere, Johnny keeps reaching for you".
I turn and face him and he nods to the gap in front of Johnny. I tentatively move within range of a deep sleeping Johnny. He grabs me as soon as I'm close enough.
The Lieutenant chuckles. "Told ya' he wanted you closer.."
I just wipe the tear from my cheek and swallow thickly.
Johnny squeezes me tightly to him.
He is big spoon. I am little spoon. I quickly fall asleep like this, matching Johnny's slow breathing and deep breaths.
At some point during the night, the Lieutenant becomes the biggest spoon.
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