#he risked his own life as a child to get back a necklace that was important to his sister

[deilmo]

Iveanis Lavellan

Said i'd talk more about it so I made this.

Here is my thirty-ish year old knight-enchanter Solasmancer little guy in detail:

He's what people would call Fade Child, which is a fancy name to describe a baby that is born living but unresponsive. Belief and theories have it that Fade Children's spirit is stuck on the other side of the Fade and hasn't managed to cross over the material world. Usually those children don't live very long, it's a state similar to Uthenera but the dalish have lost the art of it and do not know how to sustain the bodies of their sleeping peers.

For Lavellan, his keeper theorized, that a spirit must've found him in the Fade and helped him cross over, allowing him to wake up. Since that day he has been able to sense spirits lingering, like tingling in his nape, and when the Veil is weak his eyes take on a greener hue.

When Solas meets him at first, he senses a lingering spirit energy on Iveanis and first assume he's an ancient elvhen (it would also explain how Lavellan survived ther conclave and got the anchor) but quickly realizes it isn't the case though. He then assumes the man's posessed but seems too in control to truly be either.

After Adamant, Iveanis tells him the truth or at least what his keeper theorized. Solas is unfamiliar with Fade Children cause it's a modern plight caused by the Veil. Though Solas still manage to explains that the Keeper is right, a spirit helped him cross and he still can sense traces of it. Most likely because a piece of it made it through with Iveanis or Lavellan's young mind was malleable enough to accomodate the two spirits into one. But in any case: a spirit, so well enmeshed in Lavellan's own that it would be impossible to tear them apart because it would be virtually impossible to say where one begins and the other ends (and even if possible, there's a notable risks to send Iveanis' spirit back to the Fade if they removed it. So to be avoided)

Iveanis and Solas both start to bond over their shared (untold) loneliness. Solas cause he's lost everything, Lavellan cause he's far away from his clan (and later loose his clan). Given his start in life, Iveanis is also very interested in the Fade and its spirits and that only helps him deepen his relationship with Solas even more.

He doesn't like to talk about the Fifth Blight too deeply however. It stirs up memories of very hard time for him and his clan that everyone would rather forget. Famine and fear brings the worst out of people. He's also, obviously, scared of getting stuck in the Fade, Adamant was FUN. /s

He rather cold on first glance but in reality, in his mind, actions speaks louder than words. He'd hung the moon for someone rather than waxing poetry on his feelings, but he does talk. He's just more used to being surrounded by year long friends and family that can understand him with just a glance. He's a competent First and a decent hunter, his presence and competence in the clan during the Fifth Blight probably spared some lives.. and arguments.

I gave him a coyote's tooth earring to echo Solas wolf's jaw necklace, coyotes are also known for their adaptability to their environment which 100% modern elves and gives a small jab at Solas who refuses to see people (and elves especially) have adapted to their new habitat.

[69misato69]

Prism (Alhaitham x Kaveh) ✦ smut, 2k

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kaveh decides to try on his pre-transition clothes before giving them away. both are trans men (he/him pronouns, afab genitals)

the dress that kaveh is wearing here is this one

cw: penetration (strap-on), light gender dysphoria

writer's note: explicit +18 content, please view at your own risk. thank you, have fun !

Top Alhaitham x Bottom Kaveh

Kaveh crosses his arms in front of the mirror with a sigh. The bedroom is overtaken by piles of dresses, skirts and blouses of every color. 

Lace, cotton, velvet, leather.

Bows and gowns, summer dresses and stockings.

Kaveh’s past is laid out over the bed and along the floors. Mere pieces of fabric that witnessed every single day of his life. Dates, parties, graduation ceremonies, birthdays and funerals.

Days where he couldn’t collect himself off the floor and nights he spent drawing with aching eyes. 

Undergarments that were no longer useful to him. 

Reminders of the times he felt too broken to even figure out what was wrong with himself. 

Like flipping through a photo album, Kaveh can watch a confused child grow into one wreck of a teenager. 

It’s hard to spend your life pretending to be something you’re not. 

It’s even harder to find people that care for you along the way, fearing their rejection at every step. 

Fond memories that will always be shadowed, because no one even knew who you were on the inside. 

Kaveh studies his image in the mirror.

It doesn’t look wrong. 

It’s not how a man looks, but it is how this man looks. Kaveh is at peace with that. 

Still, it’s not something he can wear on a night out with Nilou, for instance. Not like he can wear it to an anniversary dinner with Alhaitham like he did the first time.

He remembers scouring every shop in Sumeru for this dress. 

“What’s the occasion, Miss?”

“Oh! First anniversary with my girlfriend, nothing extravagant. Something simple, though I’d still like to look stunning.”

“Ah, congratulations! I understand. Could I interest you in this velvet piece, maybe?”

Kaveh strokes the fabric, soft and fluid, it still hugs his body perfectly. Ruby red, just like his eyes, it sits on his shoulders and reveals his back in a V-shaped opening, all the way down to his waist. 

Kaveh remembers vividly how Alhaitham had palmed over his back when they had met for the date. A gentle kiss on his cheek before they walked to the restaurant, hand in hand. 

The necklace Alhaitham gifted to him on that date is the only thing he still uses among his old clothes and accessories.

It's a stunning piece, decorated with ruby stones as if Alhaitham had known what he was going to wear. 

He can’t help but smile, yet the look on his face turns to terror soon as he hears keys turning at the lock. He steps into the entrance and holds onto the door’s handle.

“Kaveh?” 

“Stay out!” he gasps.

Alhaitham doesn’t force the door to open and instead leaves it ajar, barely getting a glimpse of the hall. “Why?” he asks, puzzled.

“I’m—uh…” Kaveh struggles to come up with an excuse—

“Naked.”

“So?”

Kaveh scoffs, “Just—give me a minute!”

“Are you painting the walls without asking me again?” 

Alhaitham knows how comfortable he is when they’re alone, so when Kaveh wants him to keep out, usually he’s up to no good. 

Kaveh’s brows furrow, “No, that was a one time thing. But, I still think they would look better in—ugh—nevermind. Just... close the door and give me a minute.”

Alhaitham leans on the doorframe, “You know I can see you, right?”

A moment of silence passes as Kaveh notices. Half of Alhaitham’s face is reflecting on the small mirror that hangs in the entrance. 

He locks eyes with the scribe through the reflection, frozen in shock. Alhaitham can’t see below his neck, but it’s enough for him to recognize that this isn’t a part of Kaveh’s daily clothing. 

“What are you wearing?” 

The calmness of his voice contrasts the racing thoughts that corrupt Kaveh’s mind. 

He takes a deep breath and leans on the wall, “I’m trying on my old clothes before giving them away.” 

Alhaitham hums, his face disappears from the mirror as he steps back.

“I see. Call me when you’re done.”

Kaveh holds his breath, “You can come in.”

He makes his way into the bedroom again and stands by the dresser’s mirror. The door closes, footsteps follow him into the room. Kaveh places his hands on his waist nervously, refusing to turn around, “What do you think?”

Somehow, it’s easier to talk to Alhaitham through the mirror. It feels less real, like a dream he could wake up from if he wanted to. 

“It’s the one you wore on our first anniversary.” 

Alhaitham makes his way toward him until there is nothing but a mere inch between them. 

“There was a button hidden…” his fingers roam Kaveh’s waist until they stumble upon a hard object right above his ass, “...here.” 

It’s buried strategically under the fabric, blending in seamlessly. 

“I remember looking for it for 15 minutes since you were passed out.” 

Kaveh realizes he had forgotten about the other half of their night. Well, there wasn’t much to remember on his part anyways, nothing but faint glimpses of Alhaitham carrying him home and laying him on the bed, how he meddled with the dress and wiped off his make-up. 

The only thing that’s crystal clear among the hazy memories is what Alhaitham had said to him right before they fell asleep.

I hope we can celebrate it forever. 

Kaveh remembers, because he thinks about it often. He finds it odd. Alhaitham would never say forever. Forever was out of reach for mortals like them. It wasn’t attainable, and Alhaitham wasn’t one to attempt it anyways.

Whenever Kaveh feels like he could lose him, he remembers. 

He makes Alhaitham believe in forever. 

Kaveh chuckles, “Hey! It wasn’t my fault the cocktails had too much sugar.”

“Maybe it was because you had seven of them.” Alhaitham teases, smiling at him from the mirror.

Kaveh’s chuckle fades away.

“I’d like to keep this one but… it’s just going to rot away in the closet.”

Alhaitham’s hands grip him tighter, outlining his hips and waist, “You could keep wearing it.” 

Kaveh feels his heart skip a beat as the fabric crumples under his grasp.

“Would you?” he asks, genuinely curious. Alhaitham shakes his head to the sides, Kaveh can see how he examines the back of the dress diligently. 

“No. But that’s because I never liked dresses.” 

“People would be… confused.”

“Certainly.” Alhaitham raises his head to meet Kaveh’s gaze in the mirror, “Let them.” 

He finally pulls the blonde closer. Kaveh’s bare back meets his chest. He brushes the messy strands of hair to the side over Kaveh’s shoulder and presses a kiss on his nape. 

“You look as handsome as ever.” 

It’s strange yet beautiful, watching Alhaitham touch him. 

How his hands travel up to cup his breasts, fingers teasing his nipples over the fabric. 

Tender and loving, affection drips from his gaze. Alhaitham handles him with care as Kaveh’s breathing gets heavier. 

He feels blood rush to his cheeks, matching the color of the dress and his hairpins. Alhaitham kisses at his shoulders and his neck and eventually slips his hand inside the back window of the dress. 

Kaveh hisses at the cooling touch, a hand that lingers on his stomach, a bulge forming under the fabric. He watches from the mirror how the outline of Alhaitham’s fingers move up and down along his skin. 

He feels them on his hip bones and his ass, drawing circles on his torso and stroking his breasts gently. Though he’s slow and steady, Kaveh can already feel his underwear dampen, a flame bright enough to warm his thighs. 

He grows weaker with every drag of Alhaitham’s nails digging into his back, until he can’t help but moan—

“Haytham…”

His eyes peel away from Kaveh’s body, only then recognizing what a flushed mess his face is.

“Yes, dear?” he coos. 

“Could you—” 

Kaveh feels light-headed, he places his palms over the dresser and leans forward, bending at the waist slightly. His face falls forward, no longer within Alhaitham’s vision. 

Even though he can’t finish his sentence, Alhaitham’s hand travels downward to brush against his groin. 

“Is that it?” he unties the knot holding the two sides of the dress intact with his other hand. Kaveh nods. He shivers as the dress slides off his shoulders and exposes his upper body fully. 

Alhaitham hums, slipping his hand inside Kaveh’s underwear to find him soaking wet. A low groan vibrates over Kaveh’s back. He collapses even more over the dresser, practically bent over with his legs spread out.  

Alhaitham circles his hardening clit with gentle motions as he hisses. 

Kaveh can’t help but push his hips back, grinding in desperation. Alhaitham knows how to touch him, how to play with him just the way he likes it. Spreading his lips and sliding a digit inside, knowing that Kaveh yearns to be stretched out. 

Kaveh’s hips twitch, shaky at the intrusion. 

“M—my legs—” he pants in worry. 

Alhaitham wraps an arm around his waist, “I’ve got you.” 

Kaveh trusts his hold, it’s hard to focus on standing up when Alhaitham’s fingers roam his walls and curl up inside him. Every thrust elicits a squelch from Kaveh’s sopping wet cunt, warm and inviting.  

Alhaitham fixes Kaveh against the dresser with his own body and releases the arm wrapped around his waist. He holds the golden strands that fall onto his face and props his head up gently. They lock eyes, lust and slight embarrassment cloud Kaveh’s gaze. 

He wants to lower his head, and Alhaitham knows that he will do so no matter what. Even if he yanks on his hair, Kaveh will keep forcing his neck until he’s sobbing in pain. 

So, Alhaitham decides to let go.

Instead he leans over Kaveh, holding him even closer. 

“Why won’t you look at me?” he asks with a tone that lacks judgment. 

He wants to, he really does. But there is no way that Kaveh can watch their reflection for more than ten seconds without releasing on the spot. 

Watching what Alhaitham does to him, it flusters him even more than the act itself. Kaveh whimpers every time he catches a glimpse of his twitching hips and Alhaitham’s muscles that flex and release with every flick of his wrist. 

Kaveh finds himself beautiful on most days, but this is the first time he actually feels like he can get off by watching his own image. 

Regardless, he lacks the conviction and the steady breathing to articulate any of that. He attempts to look up but immediately squirms inside the strong arms that hold him in place, which confirms Alhaitham’s suspicion. 

“You like the mirror?” he asks, though it comes off as more of a statement.

Kaveh gasps, “Shut up.” 

Alhaitham can’t help but chuckle.

“I was planning on carrying you to the bed, but maybe you’d rather I fuck you right here?” 

Kaveh’s heart skips a beat. He looks up daringly—

“Do it.” 

Alhaitham’s brows raise, surprised at the sudden surge of confidence. He retracts his fingers and kneels down to the bottom drawer. 

The strap circles around his waist as he adjusts himself and lines up behind Kaveh.

Alhaitham looks exquisite, even better when he’s fucking him. Focused yet euphoric, the veins on his neck throbbing with the strain deliciously. 

And now, a different angle where Kaveh can watch his body from afar, drinking up the sight of his beloved. 

Alhaitham enters him with ease, pushing all the way into his wall with one smooth thrust as Kaveh lets out a deep moan. 

More slow thrusts follow, passionate, working him out slowly. Moans and grunts spill from Kaveh’s lips with each one.

Alhaitham slowly picks up the pace and attains a rhythm, nails digging into Kaveh’s hips. He feels overwhelmed by pleasure, failing to track his orgasms.

“Watch yourself. Look how well you’re taking it.” Alhaitham whispers against his neck.

He is. He looks mesmerizing, breasts swaying with every thrust, his back arched perfectly while his warm breath fogs up the mirror. Kaveh finally musters up the courage to look into his own eyes. 

It feels foreign and familiar at the same time. 

“Beautiful.” Alhaitham pulls him out of his thoughts and presses a kiss between his shoulder blades, “My sunshine.” 

Tears pool around Kaveh’s eyes. His gaze turns towards Alhaitham, thrusting into him rhythmically and gazing down in adoration.  

Alhaitham is just like him. Surely, built compared to himself, but he’s soft. Kaveh loves napping on his chest. He loves warming his hands inside Alhaitham’s shirt in the winter, he loves kissing up at his thighs and how Alhaitham squeezes his fingers tight deep within himself. 

All that he resented in his youth, he adores when it’s on Alhaitham. 

Femininity that has nothing to do with flesh. 

It manifests itself as sheer will and courage within him. Power and creation. Intelligence and beauty. Sharp edges that only smoothen out for Kaveh. 

He turns towards Alhaitham as he undoes the button on the back without looking. The dress slides off fully, pooling around Kaveh’s ankles while he holds onto Alhaitham’s shoulders.  

Kaveh is too mellowed out to even rise to his tiptoes.

“Kiss me.” he demands, and Alhaitham doesn’t waste another second before leaning down to claim his lips. 

[ronwestbreeze]

so here’s the hate love child of tus’tey and reeds. tbh i have already created this guy but didn’t have a back story for him but looking back at him he does look somewhat like tus’tey (or lo’ak twin brother lol) i put his age between kiri and lo’ak (assuming if reeds gives birth to him right around the time neytiri gives birth to lo’ak). idk if it’s ok i kinda use your story as his back story?

here’s fun facts!

1. tus’tey first child and reeds only child. his birthday is like, the day before lo’ak’s (don’t ask me how i know it makes no since since reeds would have probably be in the second trimester when lo’ak born) and since i can’t decide on what his name is officially let’s call him lokota, cause i feel like that could pass as a navi sounding name.

2. in my back story lokota never gets to officially meet his mother since reeds according to his father, died from an attack by the other tribe when he was a newborn, and his father didn’t want to risk bringing the tribe to war with the other for killing his mate.

3. his parents have agreed on a loveless mateship just solely for duty. so tus’tey is not really that close with reeds even tho they were mates during that short time she was pregnant with their son. neytiri on the other hand is devastated she lost who she saw as a close friend.

4. for most of his young life, lokota never actually knew neytiri wasn’t his mother until spider said something about reeds (in this one i had reeds adopt spider as her son before she mated with tus’tey) he was understandably furious his father never told him about his true mother. in this picture he is around 14 when he found out about his true mother.

5. the necklace lokota is wearing is actually his mother’s necklace. she made it for him while she was pregnant with him. he of course didn’t know and figured his father made it for him. (i actually have this necklace and figured it be cute he would wear it)

6. spider has a matching necklace like his except the beads are blue, spider treasures his necklace very much as that was his last gift from his adoptive mother when he was uhhh, 4?

7. i consider lokota and spider brothers, although lokota is not happy about that and doesn’t consider him a brother. mostly mad spider has memories of his mother but he doesn’t.

8. tus’tey is actually keeping a LOT of secrets about his mate from lokota, as lokota will find out from norm (after threatening the poor guy to confess) some things like:

1. his mother is not dead like he and the whole village thought.

2. she decided to leave out of her own will, why? he is not sure and tus’tey refuses to answer why.

3. he finds out from norm that his mother actually left him a notebook with journal entries she wrote to him everyday while she was pregnant with him, mostly like life lessons for him and little tidbits about how big he was growing and stuff like that. as well as like a letter asking him for forgiveness for abandoning him. unfortunately the letter didn’t state why she did abandon him.

4. he believes it’s his father’s fault that his mother abandoned him, but tus’tey pleads with his son to not let the village know who his true mother is.

5. he will eventually go on an adventure when he’s 18 to find his mother and ask her why she left him.

[evita-shelby]

I love your writing!!! I was hoping you'd write my request about Luca comforting your character Eva after a miscarriage?? If you are comfortable writing something like this that is. If not it's ok too. Tyia!

The empty nursery

Cw: miscarriage, loss of a child, grief

Gif by @twvstedsouls

“I was thinking Felicidad if it’s a girl.” The witch put a ring on a necklace and held it over her belly.

She was barely showing and already she had begun making plans.

“Could be a boy you know.” He wants to stay and indulge her, but he doesn’t want the risk of running late again.

While the company was mostly a front, her family was putting great effort into making it a real company.

“Have you seen my wedding ring, tesoro?” It isn’t where he always leaves it at night, not put away with the rest of their things and he isn’t surprised to see it dangling over her belly.

“Yes. Its doing something important right now.” She answered as she offered the necklace to him. “Would you do the honors, Luca?”

“You will make me late to work again.” He says as he comes to sit on the bed and takes the necklace from her.

“If it moves in circles, it’s a girl, if it moves back and forth it’s a boy.” Eva explained as they waited for the ring to move.

It moves slightly and moves back and forth.

A boy.

“Leonardo.” He says surprising her. Most men would name their sons after themselves, but Luca isn’t most men.

In six months, he would be a father.

In six months, he would have to update his will to include his newborn son.

Leonardo Changretta Smith, two last names as it’s custom in Mexico.

“Lucky bastard, a boy on the first try.” Matteo had two daughters before Stefania finally gave him little Alessandro last year.

The telephone in his office begins to ring and he hopes whatever it is will be quick.

“Is this the office of Mr. Luca Changretta?” the calm and steady voice asks and instantly her knows it is unwelcome news, the only time a nurse calls you is for bad news.

“Yes, this is he. How can I be of service to you?” Luca asks hoping they won’t try to distract him with small talk.

“Your wife, Mrs. Changretta suffered a fall today and had to be admitted to our hospital---” the nurse begins, and he cuts her off.

“Which hospital?” he demands and signals for Matteo to take over for today.

Luca can’t seem to get there fast enough; he is still running when he is being shown to her in the room they had her in.

“What happened to her, is she hurt?” he asks the doctor waiting for him outside the door.

“She fainted, a simple fainting spell, but I am afraid there was nothing we could do to save the baby.” The doctor answered almost as if he could understand the pain these words brought. “I am very sorry for your loss, sir.”

Eva had lost their child.

Just this morning they had discovered they would have a son, a son they had named and loved even before he was born and now, he would never be.

“Does she know?” he is not prone to emotion, but Luca can’t help but choke on the words.

Eva stares at the windows and refuses to even look at him. Not when he moves the chair as close to her bed as can, not when he pressed a kiss to the side of her temple and not when he takes her hand in his to comfort her.

“I’m sorry, Evuccia, will have more, I promise you.” He said softly.

She hid it well, but he could feel her grief.

She never cries loudly; Eva barely cries at all. Got used to hiding her sorrow so much, her own body has forgotten how it works.

“But we will never have him.”

She comes home the next day, but she is not the same woman he left after breakfast yesterday.

Yesterday she had been filled with life and now she is empty.

Yesterday she had seen her little Leo fit in the hand of the midwives as her body expelled him from inside her.

Yesterday she had set out to begin decorating a nursery for the perfect baby boy she’d have.

Eva had already chosen the theme, how she would remodel the room and find a way to get a skilled woodworker to make a toy ship like the one she used to have as a girl.

And now that will never happen.

She could have a thousand little boys with Luca’s eyes and smile, but they will never be Leonardo. She will never be able to hold him or see him grow or hear his first laugh.

Eventually the bleeding stops and her body has seemed to have healed, but her heart hasn’t.

Days turns to months and Eva hates how people want her to try again because somehow that will make it better.

Eva hates the pity and those stupid sayings like God wanted another angel. She hates that women aren’t supposed to even acknowledge their pain because you weren’t supposed to be so attached to something not yet born.

Luca had made it worse by having the housekeeper just lock up the empty nursery so she won’t have to see it.

Easier to move on if you can’t see it.

But that isn’t her way, her way is to be confronted with it, to know it happened and to live with it.

This morning Eva steels herself and goes into the nursery.

It’s empty, with only a few dressers and the half-assembled crib that had arrived that day.

Even in its emptiness it hurt her like knife to her heart.

Eva falls to her knees and for the first time in ages, lets herself grieve.

“It wasn’t your fault, Evuccia,” she doesn’t hear or feel him come in ,its only when he comes and holds her on the dusty rug as she cries . “These accidents happen.”

Eventually it will pass, she knows this, there will be good days and bad ones, but it will pass.

Eventually they will have their happiness back.

[conjuredup]

an assorted bit of info about miss viviane since she's been rolling in my brain.

aesthetics.

her usual color palette for clothes consists of neutrals ( black, white, grey & brown ) dark purples, and deep reds. she doesn't normally wear a lot of bright clothing.

she wears both glasses and contacts, but usually opts for glasses as they're more comfortable. ( plus when she's making potions she doesn't want to risk getting anything caught in the contacts, so it's just the Safer Option ™ )

cannot wear a high heel of any kind. she will fall. boots, flats and sneakers are worn for the most part.

she dresses pretty modestly with high waisted skirts, jeans and long sleeved shirts. one may, on occasion, see her in a crop top if it's too hot but this is rare. her sense of style itself is... average. it's not something she needs to put a lot of thought into. she won't mind if you say that she dresses like a grandma.

in regards to makeup, she only wears eyeliner. she admires those that can put a lot of effort into a makeup routine but she's just not able to do it herself ( skincare, on the other hand, she does put a lot of time into !! ) if you ever happen to find yourself at the beach with her, she will be caking herself in sunscreen. this is a promise.

she has a belt with vials of smaller potions and tonics around her waist almost all the time ; just in the case of an emergency. they consist of: a general healing tonics, ones specifically to help with pain relief, and antidotes for poisons.

she likes to wear necklaces and rings when she's not brewing potions, and she does not have any piercings at all ( but finds the thought of getting her industrial pierced to be cool. )

family.

her siblings by birth, emilia and noland, aren't doing anything with magic in their lives. emilia is a hairdresser and runs her own business back in her hometown, and noland is a streamer ( he plays pokemon games and the tcg. )

she found out that noland was a streamer by complete accident. she's not personally that interested in what he streams, but she's happy to see him happy and tries to be an active chatter in his streams... not that she'd ever be able to tell him that she's watching.

while in school at the academy, the damaris family name was brought up one single time, and it was to talk about how foolish her ancestor - augustine damaris - was. it was absolutely mortifying to hear her family name brought up in an academic setting, and she was especially on edge about her secret during this time.

to continue with this, part of the reason why she became an archivist at the academy in the first place was to hopefully learn more about the "great sin" he committed that led to her family getting shunned.

as viviane williams, she is an only child. her adoptive parents cristine and donovan williams were unable to have children of their own.

cristine is a botanist and donovan is a high ranking official in the magic world. whenever donovan has to travel for work, cristine would normally go with him.

they both took a great risk when they decided that they'd take in viviane and raise her. if the fact that she was a damaris was found out that they would likely face the same fate she and the rest of her birth family would. because of this, viviane feels like she owes a great debt to them for the potential sacrifices they were willing to make for her. ( naturally, she feels a great deal of anxiety at the thought of it. lying about her life gets easier... but viviane is still guarded. you never know who might just be brewing a truth serum... )

though she will always refer to them in private as mr & mrs. williams, she does still consider them to be her real family.

[rebouks]

Brynn hadn’t anticipated Gael taking the news of her departure too well, but she hadn’t expected him to get quite so irate. He’d acted like a child throwing a tantrum. He’d snatched her necklace and screamed at her to leave, only to tug her back and beg her to stay, berated her, cried, stolen her phone, threw things-.. it was ridiculous, really.

She’d interrupted him eventually, held his hands and looked him in the eye like a mother to a child and told him to take this as an opportunity to reveal his truth; not that she thought he would, but that wasn’t her problem. She’d left him sat on the floor, snot strewn face watching her leave like a sad little puppy. Maybe he thought she’d come back, but she wouldn’t.

He’d probably tell his friends something innocuous to save face, something like “oh we wanted different things from life” or “we just drifted apart”. Whatever he said, it wouldn’t be true…

As soon as the door closed behind her, Brynn breathed a sigh of relief. It was a shame she hadn’t hidden her phone in her panties – like her passport – but hindsight was a beautiful thing, wasn’t it? Besides, she didn’t really need it. It felt exhilarating to be completely untethered from Gael, despite her lack of planning-.. even the clothes she wore were her own. Old and tatty they may be, but they were hers.

Unsure of where her steps might’ve been taking her, Brynn hilariously found herself outside a strip club not half an hour from Gael’s apartment, one she’d never even noticed before. Looking through the window surreptitiously from across the street, she’d felt the familiar sirens song of temptation calling to her. It’d be so easy.

She knew what she was doing, she could walk through those doors and earn enough money to see her through the week in one night-.. probably; but that’d be silly. She didn’t want to return to that lifestyle - not that there was anything wrong with it - but Brynn knew first hand just how dangerous those places could be.

It shouldn’t be that way, and not every club was the same, but the risk wasn’t worth it. Fool me once, shame on you; fool me twice-.. well three times, shame on her.

Brynn frowned, wondering how she’d been so gullible in the past. Would it happen again? Did she have a sticker on her forehead that said “take advantage of me”? She stared stupidly at her own reflection, almost expecting to find one plastered there, poised to rip it off when a women tapped on the glass, startling her.

She’d ignored the woman’s beckoning gesture and scurried off instead, sprinting into the night like a fox, hounded by past mistakes.

Trying to declare herself homeless at the local council office had been a waste of time. She had her passport, but apparently that wasn’t enough, nor did she have a phone for them to call her back on. Unfortunately, they’d also requested a lot paperwork that Brynn simply didn’t possess.

A birth certificate, a national insurance number, an alternative postal address? Nope, nope, nope. She’d lied, saying she’d gather some things and come back later, knowing full well she wouldn’t.

After a week of dozing during the day and wandering at night, Brynn didn’t feel great. She was dirty, exhausted, and her feet hurt something rotten. On the eighth morning, she dragged herself to a nearby bench, alternating between hot and cold for a good few hours before nauseously draping herself over a trash can; a good chunk of dignity lost along with the contents of her stomach as she gave in and threw up. Perhaps supermarket trashcan “meals” weren’t as edible as she’d thought.

Passers-by hurried along in disgust, no doubt assuming she was a drug addict or an alcoholic, deserved of her suffering.

Miserably sliding back onto her bench, Brynn was surprised to find a smiling woman waiting for her. She’d shook her head disbelievingly when met with a classic “I’m fine” hand wave and slipped a fair amount of cash into her lap instead, telling her to find a hot meal and a sweater before taking off again. Brynn was so taken aback; she hadn’t even had chance to express her gratitude.

Feeling better after some buttered bread and a hearty bowl of soup, Brynn had a quick wash in the café’s restroom and took the strangers advice, heading to a nearby thrift store to find herself something slightly warmer to wear.

She’d found something pretty quickly but tactfully struck up a conversation with the bubbly assistant instead of leaving, the warmth of the shop was too good to give up so soon. They’d gotten along so well, she decided to be bold and ask if they were hiring; a dry “I wish” was the response, but the owner couldn’t afford any more staff at the moment.

A laundromat nearby needed an extra pair of hands though, which sounded promising-.. Brynn hadn’t had much luck job hunting up until now. She offered a nod of thanks and headed out, hoping for the best.

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8 - Finally Have Parents

Part 9

His Golden Princess

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Rumple had went back to his pawnshop as I ran down mainstreet seeing my sister and Henry embracing Mary Margaret and David. Standing still I drop my mouth opened already crying without even hugging them yet. "Mom...dad..." Mary Margaret broke the hug without my sister blinking through tears. "Astrid..." David slowly walks forward first opening his arms for me. Without thinking I ran forward like I was a child flinging my arms around his neck crying. Mary Margaret slowly wrapped her arms around me hugging me with happiness. "You found us..." Burying my face into them I chuckled sniffing through my own tears. "I can't believe this is real...I found you." David broke the hug running a hand through my hair when I wiped away tears. "Yes you did. Just like we hoped you would." Suddenly people started running towards Regina's house wanting to kill her. Squeezing my sister's hand I have a hench that someone will go after her certainly. "I have to go meet someone. I'll see you guys later." Mary Margaret raised a brow as I run towards Rumple's shop. Opening the door I closed it causing the little bell to ring seeing him putting the dagger back into the sage behind the large painting. "You're gonna kill her aren't you, Rumplestiltskin?" I asked when he glanced over his shoulder.

"She tried to kill you, Astrid. I can't let that stand without her suffering." He bared his teeth where I clutched my hands into fists the lights in his shop flickering quickly. "What the hell!" I shriek jumping backwards in fear when some of them broke completely. He slowly walks forward reaching for my hand but I yank it back into my chest not wanting to hurt him. I don't know anything about magic. Knowing that I have it according to what he said earlier I don't want to hurt anybody. "Just breathe, Astrid. I can help you. You won't hurt me." Lifting my right hand to his opened palm he squeezes my hand intertwined with his. I suck in a breath feeling his dark power combining against mine which I didn't think would be possible. "How can I stop that from happening again..." He tucks hair behind my ear with his other hand whispering. "I'll teach you, dearie don't worry." The shop door gets slammed opened revealing my parents and my sister with angry looks on their faces. "Get your theafing hands off my daughter, Rumplestiltskin!" My father demanded where we separated from each other but I still stood by his side playing with the dagger necklace in my jacket pocket with my freehand.

Emma crossed her arms over her chest glaring at me and Rumple. Mary Margaret or should I say mom stepped around her tugging me away from his side a little. "Sweetheart, why are you with him exactly. I don't mean to sound like I disapprove. I just - I wanna know why." Glancing over my shoulder to him I sigh slumping my shoulders. "I feel something for him. It's a long story but I was seeing him in my dreams. I don't know why yet - but I trust him somehow." David stomped up getting in Rumple's face growling. "You shouldn't be anywhere near my daughter, Dark One!" Rumple chuckled walking around the counter resting his elbows on it with a smirk. "Oh really. Tell me Charming. What are you going to do when she loses control and possibly destorys the town. Because I don't recall you being born with magic hmm." A shiver runs through my whole body wrapping my arms around myself. "Can that really happen, Rumple?" I whimpered under my breath until my sister grabbed a hold of the countertop. "Tell us what was the purple haze that you brought and why you risked my sister and Henry's life!" Rumple waved his index finger around in the air answering her. "You know, magic." My mother asked concerned. "Why?"

"Not telling." He smirks back to her while his brown eyes drifted back to me knowing I knew what he wanted it for at the moment, it was revenge. "Allow me to answer your questions with some of my own. Did your dear boy Henry and sister survive. Is the Curse broken. And let's see Ms. Swan, how long have you and your sister been looking for your parents?" Emma tilts her head down as I glanced back to our parents behind us. He had a point that if the curse wasn't broken we wouldn't have met them. Suddenly the ground started shaking where I lift my arms over my head crying out. "Am I doing this. Make it stop!" Rumple points towards the door when mom bent down trying to calm my nerves. "That is my gift to you. That is gonna take care of Regina...for what he did to you princess." He mumbled the last part under his breath. Mary Margaret helped me up following after David. Emma and Rumple stared at each other. Whipping my head around to Rumple I whimpered afraid that I might not be able to stop the creature with magic. "Teach me when I get back, please."

Regina almost got killed by the ghost creature until we decided to help save her. Regina tried to get a hat to work while David and I used torches to move the beast closer to it. Emma touched Regina's arm right before he threw me and him against the wall harshly. The creature gets sucked into the hat managing to grab my sister's leg yanking her inside the pottal with it. "Emma no!" I screamed trying to get to my as fast as I could. Mary Margaret and David screamed no together until she jumped into the hat. "I'm losing either of them again!" Our father tried to follow them but the portal closed when he hit the wooden floor. I gasped crying when my legs collapsed onto the ground. My hair falls into a mess as my father and Regina bickered. Getting to my feet I just started running in a random direction ending up bursting through the front door of Gold's shop. He moves the curtain back seeing my shaken state when I collapsed onto the wooden floor sobbing. "They're gone...it took them...it my sister and my mother!" He pulled me to my feet dropping his cane wrapping me in a comforting hug. Burying my face into his chest I can't stop crying where he runs a hand through my blonde hair mumbling back. "I'll - we'll find a way Astrid. I'll do my best you needn't worry." I get my parents back only to lose one and my sister in the same day.

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Idk if you have heard of aot 2 final battle, and it's great if you do. It will help with my request if you know the ending. Can I request a Jean x reader where he meets her at Marley when he thought reader died? (You can ignore it if you want)

“you’r…you’re alive”

pairing: jean kirschtein x female reader

cw: language, flashbacks italicised, kissing, fluff

word count: 3100+

a/n: this was going to have some nsfw but i just couldnt find a place for it, it felt weird to just have it randomly through the oneshot lmao, also a thank you to @admin-in-residence for having explained the games ending to me

summary:  in which after risking your life to fight the titans, four years later having assumed you died, jean finds you in the most unlikeliest of places

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Eren’s body laid limp in the cart, the dozens of titans ran closer and closer towards the horses. You saw Jean sitting breathless to the side, his soft eyes looking at the success of having Eren but the failure of bringing about Ymir. You watched the titans bombard through the trees, you would never make it out, you knew it, the people between you and titans getting smaller and smaller each time they killed someone.

You watched; eyes fixated at how close they were. There was little chance of success, you turned to Jean seeing him look with fear at the approaching titans. “I’m sorry, Jean.” At the sound of those two simple words he watched as you leapt out of the cart, using your gear to have a hold onto the trees, the titans that were just about to grab the cart were cut down by you. 

“Y/n, no, Y/n, get back here right now.” He shouted back at you, ready to join you but had seen how you had picked and fiddled with his gear. “For fucks sake Y/n, get back here now.” He watched at how the distance between you both grew. 

“I love you.” It was inaudible, he probably never even heard it, but he saw your mouth move, saw the words flow out of your mouth, tears welling in his eyes.

He sobbed, “Y/n...please.”

They had watched how you jumped out, how you had risked your life for it all, for them. Tears welled up through their eyes but all you could see was titans, their figures getting smaller at how the titans had congregated to you. You would die saving your friends and that was all you truly wanted to do.

“Y/n, wake up.” The sound of Reiner’s hand moved to your shoulder shaking you awake. You sat upright in bed, tears having pricked down your face, you watched the grown man sitting beside your bed, looking down at your smaller frame. 

“Nightmare.” He mutters seeing you wipe the tears away; you give a nod not meeting his gaze. “What was it?”

“About our past.” If all you murmured out, how could you tell him, 4 years later that you were still hung up on Jean. How you missed the boy and the future you two could’ve had, how you hated being in Liberio, how you wish he had left you for dead outside the walls. 

How dare he make the decision to bring you along, his stupid crush of you had gotten in the way? Even Zeke knew that and here you were in his house, where him and his family lived, acting like his lover, acting like you were another Eldian like them. You hated it, Reiner’s emotions got the better of him, you and him both knew that, and seeing the hatred the people outside the walls had for you, made you resent this hell hole. 

“Y/…” Before Reiner could even say anything, his mother’s voice had interrupted.

“Reiner, Y/n, are you both awake?” You hated her, hated her voice, her face, the way she called you all devils, you hated her. You would never grow to love her, you had hoped to have had a fake breakup with the boy, but the realisation you had nobody had dawned on you a couple years back and here you were. Still in his bedroom, sleeping beside him, you hated him even more than you hated his mother.

The disgust that you had at having to be near him, to have to pretend to be in love when all you wanted to do was slit his throat. Slit his family's throat, even his cousin who’s whole purpose stemmed from killing your people. She may have been a child, you knew she was a kid, but sometimes you just wished you could strangle that piece of shit. 

“I’ll wait for you outside.” Reiner muttered, seeing how you barely even looked at him. He remembered the first time meeting you, he, himself knew that he shouldn't have gotten infatuated with you. But at the sight of seeing you lay limply he had to take you home, care for you but all you had for him was aggression. 

You both barely talked now, the years hurting you both, he had gone off straight to the war with the Mid-East, forcing you to come and stay in the military base. He knew you'd hate it, but still you were made to stay. You wished he had just taken you back into the walls, but he was a selfish prick. 

You wore the trousers and shirt, having refused to wear the dresses that had been forced onto you. You didn’t care, the stupid armband around your shoulder that Zeke had gotten for you, it was an ugly thing. 

Reiner had told you about the festival in a couple days, you didn't want to attend, it seemed a bore. I'd much rather go out on your own, but the glare he had given in front of his mother had made you reluctantly agree. 

Stepping outside, Reiner glazed his eyes across your frame, even though he knew he didn't love you. He knew you had no feelings for him, and his teenager crush had made him bring you along when he should've left you to die. He couldn't confess it though, the risk of being found out would make his mother be turned into a titan and left to wander the land of Paradis. He watched you comb your fingers through your hair, a tired sad look on your face. 

“I’ve got to go meet Zeke today…”

“I’m going on a walk.” You mutter not caring about what he did in his day, he would never be the boy you had trained with, the boy you had fought alongside with. He just never would, and he had the exact same feelings towards you.

He nodded looking down, even with the boy of you growing in the years, you both retained some part of you from Paradis. A necklace clinging around your neck that you had refused to take off in these years. The one thing you had from Jean, you remember his face when he saw it and how he bought it with so much ease. How he moved your hair, kissing your shoulder with his tender lips and put it across your neck. 

The feeling of his lips and fingers would never return to you, you'd never see his face again. The face you had been through hell and back with, he would never see you, never know if you survived. Maybe you did regret fighting those titans, but the look and fear Jean had had sent an urge to protect him through you. 

Reiner’s mother gave a smile which you faked back at her, she spoke about her plans for the day and how Gabi had offered to come and help her in her free time from training. You hoped they’d both have an accident falling into the river, giving a nod, you spoke about needing to buy some stuff yourself but on the other side of town. It was easy to get away from the family, easy to walk away with your coat and shoes and leave with a tamed step.

There was always the fear of being caught, fear that you weren't an Eldian or even human. You had had those recurring dreams for the past four years, every day reliving a moment from your past. You wondered about your family, how they were, how your friends were and captain Levi. You wondered about Jean, what he looked like now, if he had become the leader you had praised him for being. 

You kicked a stone walking down the alleyway into the main street, gaining a breath of air. You scoured through the stalls and shop windows, it may be a disgusting place to be in with the humid air and ugly people. But it was a home for these people, a home that you wished to destroy. The sound of Eldians shopping in the district filled the air, you stopped beside a newspaper stand, looking at the new news of the day. Another piece of indoctrination, you smiled at the stall owner, putting on an act as you wanted to light the newspapers on fire.

A cold wash of air hit the back of your neck, you ignored the sensation, moving to the side for the person to get past. “Sorry.” If all the man muttered, you didn't look at his face, instead putting your hair up to stop the heat from attacking you even further. You couldn't see his face even if you had looked, the fedora covering half his face.

He looked down at you, watching as your fingers moved through your hair. He barely caught a glimpse of your face before catching the glint of the silver around your neck. The silver necklace with the rose pendant around it, the flower that he had bought the girl he had lost all those years ago. Trying to meet your eye, he knew it couldn't be you, you died, your body eaten up by the titans, but even then, he followed you as you left. Watching each turn you took, thinking that he was being coy about it all until he heard you stop in front of a boy. 

“Y/n, what are you doing so far out?” The boy spoke to you, Falco was a nice kid, better than Gabi any day but he had the same ideals in him. The same hatred for your people, how could you ever feel bad for him when he never considered your people’s feelings. 

That name, the name of his first love, the name of the woman he lost. But it couldn't be, the man kept at it, watching you converse with Falco before the boy ran off. “Are you going to keep following me then?” You finally spoke directed to the man, you still could barely see his face, but he could see yours now. As clear as day, you were his girl, his first love, his everything.

“You’r...you’re alive.” He stuttered still with caution, still vary of how you were even alive. He removed the fedora, meeting your gaze, you stared up at the man and you just knew you had been saved.

“Jean.” You whispered, he nodded before you ran up to him, his arms out as your body hit his own. Tears welling up in your eyes, as you sobbed to him, the way he soothed you, his hand in your hair. 

“Y/n, it’s really you, right?” He whispered softly, you nodded feeling his own tears prick down his face. “You’re really here?”

“I’m really here, Jean, wh...what are you doing here?” You whisper letting go of him, he had grown, the hairs across his chin were a lot clearer and his hair had grown. 

He met your own gaze, even if you were older, there was no showing it, you looked like the girl who had risked her life to save the scouts. “I...wait.” He met your gaze, “what are you doing here? Ar...are you one of them?”

“God no, Jean, I promise you know who I am, I’m one of you, you’ve met my parents and they weren’t from him, please believe me, I'll explain what happened, we just need to go somewhere safe.” You rambled out; Jean nodded putting his hand out. 

You took it with so much ease, it was unlike the times Reiner had put his hand for you and you reluctantly agreed. This time you were with the man you loved, the man who had finally found you. He led you past the allies and through the streets before arriving at a building, it looked more or less abandoned, but the lights were on and people were inside.

“This is gonna be a shock.” He whispers, you give a smile up to him, he had missed that smile of yours. The cheery grin you always had with your plump lips and soft touch you had with him.

He opened the door, leading to silence. “Jean did you bring the f…” Sasha stopped mid-sentence, all eyes fell onto you, even Hanje and Levi were in shock at you. “Y/n.”

“Sasha.” You whispered.

“You’re alive.” She ran up to you, tears brimming her eyes on her best friend being alive, hugging your frame as you hugged back happily. “But how, what are you doing here?”

She had let you go, allowing for you to breathe, “captain before you say anything, I’m not one of them.” 

You knew the glare Levi had given you, having seen it often all those years ago. But you had to prove your story, Jean led you inside letting you sit in front of both Hanje and Levi. Both having been silent after the interaction, “explain then.” Levi spoke coldly even if Jean was wary, he trusted your word.

“Let me save her, please Zeke.” Reiner’s voice boomed from the outskirts of the wall, you were listening into the conversation, after nearly being eaten by a titan, Reiner having swooped in. Your body leant against him as he tried to persuade Zeke.

Zeke looked cynical, the stupid boy having gotten a crush so easily and now using it against him, “leave her to die.”

“Zeke, for fucks sake, I won't carry out this mission until we keep her safe.” Zeke knew the risk of this, he took a sharp breath before nodding, Bertholdt could barely even look at you. Memories flashing through his head of your past together. All you could remember after that was being placed inside a cart, a blanket placed on top as you fell into a deep slumber.

These gaps in your memory had been a torment for you, the fact even Reiner refused to tell you what happened made you think the failure would fuel your hatred even more.

The sound of waves crashing was the first thing you heard, the sight of the sea. The sea that Armin had rambled out to both you and Jean months ago. “Finally awake.” You squealed your head hurting at the sight of Reiner meeting you, you had been lying against the ship, the salty air engulfing your lungs.

“Reiner, stay away from me.” You shouted ready to fight him, your hands up, but you had nothing to fight with. A one-to-one combat with him would be a sure win for him and he looked tired even. 

“Y/n, sit down, I’ll explain it all.” And that's what he did. He explained his past, Marley’s and the story of the walls. It felt like lies but having seen the sea now you knew it was the truth and after he had finished speaking you felt even more on edge.

“You haven't told her the best part yet?”

You looked up to meet a blonde hair man, his thick blonde beard and glasses encased his eyes. “Who the fuck are you?”

“Zeke Yeager.” That surname, you recognised it, you gave a hostile look as he continued speaking, “Eren’s older brother and the beast titan. Go on tell her then.”

“We...were taking you to Marley.” Your eyes widened.

You pushed him away from you, his arms having moved to comfort you, “You...you could've just let me go, let me stay within the walls, why Reiner? Why?”

“I had to protect you.” He whispered.

“Protect me, bullshit Reiner, i...I’m never going to see Jean again thanks to you.” Reiner’s grip moved to your face; he held your jaw tightly as you squealed at the pain.

“Jean never loved you, I do.” It was an inaccurate statement, but tears had welled up in your eyes before he let go, leaving you on the ground. 

You looked between the disgusted faces of your comrades; the way Jean’s jaw clenched at hearing what Reiner had said to you. How you had had to live with him and his mother, be around these people who hated you. He hated how you had had to share a bed with Reiner, act like you were in love with him. He hated how Reiner had stripped away four years of love for both you and Jean.

“We should’ve looked harder for you.” Hanje muttered lowly, you gave a small smile shaking your head.

“No, I knew what I was getting into when I went to go fight those titans, you guys thought I died. Hell even I thought I had died.” Mikasa puts a hand to your shoulder as you smile up at the girl, they all had changed, and they had realised you had as well. 

“We should explain why we’re here.” She spoke as you nodded all turning to Levi.

Levi looked down at you, he shook his head before speaking, “Eren…” By the end of his explanation you had been caught up to date on everything, knowing about Eren’s will and the letters he had been making Falco send for weeks now. “...this leads me to ask Y/n, are you still a part of the survey corps?”

You stared at your captain, taking a sharp breath, “I better have one of these cool black uniforms.” Sasha and Connie both smiled brightly at your comment, even Levi shook his head, you could almost see his upper lip twitch, but he had stopped himself. 

“One of the spares should fit you Y/n.” Hanje spoke aloud, in a matter of half an hour the plan had been explained and your job to remain normal before leaving just before the speech that would occur at the festival. “Welcome back Y/n.” 

You had gained everything that had been taken away from you, gained happiness and your love back. Jean had been quiet since you're welcome back, walking up to him and grabbing his hand softly as you gestured for him to follow you into an empty room. 

“I missed you Y/n.” You smiled at the boy, moving your body closer to his taller frame.

“I still love you Jean, I never stopped, every night I’d imagine it was you beside me.” You confessed, he looked down at your face. The same pretty eyes that filled with so much love, his hand moving to cup your cheek. On instinct, your face nuzzling into it, he softly brought his face down to meet yours, only a mere inch away from his own.

“I love you.” He whispered before capturing your lips on his own, his soft palm holding your face as his lips moved with yours, his tongue gliding inside with so much love and care. It was a happiness that you hadn't felt in years now, a happiness that could only be brought about by the love of your life. You had forgotten what it felt to be loved and now here you were, kissing the man you thought you’d never see again.

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Omg! Hello! I just came across your monster trio as romantic book quotes and I am in LOVE lol. Thank you so much for writing them🖤. If it's ok, I was wondering if I could request the same thing, but with Ace, Sabo, and Smoker? If not, no worries! Hope you have a great day!

thank you love! <3

ace, sabo, smoker as romantic book quotes

description: ace, sabo, and smoker (separate) as romantic book quotes

"i’ve loved another with all my heart and soul; and to me, this has always been enough.”

-the notebook by nicholas sparks

there's always been a part in ace that felt like it was missing, broken from the rest of his being and thrown somewhere across the restless sea waters. at first he thought it was that. longing for adventure, the lethal flames that kept him alive for so long clawing at his insides to be released- only when he looked into his s/o's eyes did he realize what it was, because he saw that missing piece in their eyes, in them. over the years he grew full, he felt as if he had accomplished so much. some would say oncethey find their s/o they're scared to die then, but ace would never say that- he's complete, he's lived his dream, he's loved and been loved, he charges into tides of war knowing you've spent your time together- however long that may be, he still got to experience life with you.

“i’ve never had a moment’s doubt. i love you. i believe in you completely. you are my dearest one. my reason for life.”

-atonement by ian mcewan

when ace finds his s/o, it's like half of a bff necklace meets the other. with stubbornness and pride, rage and care, love and dreams, he carries his s/o with him. they plunged their hand into the coldest darkest of waters for him to take when he needed it most, andthey gave him air, they gave him life- he wasn't just alive anymore, he lived. their worlds, lives, dreams, hearts, and souls intertwined like they had been ripped apart in the heavens and reunited.

“her love was entire as a child’s, and though warm as summer it was fresh as spring.”

-far from the madding crowd by thomas hardy

despite years and years of awful experiencesthat would leave most the cold distant shell of a man, sabo's love is anything but. he loves you like a lovesick boy, giggling giddily when he grabs your hand and yanks you away from the other revolutionaries dragging you off to some closet to make out- or when he takes your arm in his and strides along the vast grassy field, twirling his pipe in his free hand and looking down at you with a smile that hasn't seen a third of what he has.

"every atom of your flesh is as dear to me as my own: in pain and sickness it would still be dear.”

-jane eyre by charlotte brontë

you're the biggest reason sabo fights, because he doesn't want to risk the monstrosities to poison you- no matter how long or how hard he has to fight he'll do it. he sees the horrors of the world instead of you, shielding you before you can see the squeemish sights, holding you tightly so you'll feel okay, assuring you he's fine when he stumbles through the door with practically a second skin of bandages hidden carefully under his clothes- and he'd do it again, a million times over, because you hug him and kiss him sweetly, making him wince in pain as your arms squeeze around his butchered body.

"i wish i knew how to quit you.”

-brokeback mountain by annie proulx

smoker hated that he had feelings for someone,that he had fallen in love, that he had let himself grow attatched to someone when he knew better than many that you could lose that within the blink of an eye. he tries to push you away no matter how hard you try, but the feeling of hollowness that creeps into his bones and very being, he finds can only be cured by you. once he gets a taste of you he can't stop, he might disppear for days or weeks, maybe months at a time, be it work or the fear of how much he cares about another person- either way resulting in overworking himself until he gives in and rushes back to you- because fear not, no matter how far he's run or how long he's gone, he always comes back to you

“all hopes of eternity and all gain from the past he would have given to have her there, to be wrapped warm with him in one blanket, and sleep, only sleep. it seemed the sleep with the woman in his arms was the only necessity.”

-lady chatterley’s lover by d.h. lawrence

smoker fights for justice, not absolute per say, but the justice that he knows, he fights for whats right in a world so wrong- and then when he found his s/o he found another thing to fight for. he hoped that he could make the world better for you. unfortunately every justice has a price, and smoker is forced to be away from you for months at a time. when he lays in the cold bed in the haunting darkness, his stomach growling in pain as the insomnia catches up to him dragging his soul down and burning the wounds -fresh and bandaged or old and scarred- the only thing he can think of is whether you're sleeping or not, if you're warm, do you need a blanket? are you safe? do you miss him? but it's all worth it, when he eventually falls asleep at the first light of daybreak, to the knowing thought that he's doing all of this to make the world a bit safer, for you, so you won't have to worry when he's gone.

[beau-tee]

── Jack. Fluff! HCs

Request. May I can have hcs for Jack with fem s/o??

Author’s note. That request for Shiva will take me a little longer but in the meantime enjoy this about Jack.

死. He may be a psychotic killer but even Jack needs some soft times from you, especially after a bad when all things have gone wrong. He is the type of man who loves to come home to a home-cooked meal and a massage from you, all the stress and tension in his muscles going away from your touches. Having dealt with abuse as a child, he doesn’t exactly trust people, which is why you should feel special as you.

死. Jack suffers a lot from depression but he can’t tell that he is. He will develop and does develop extremely bad coping mechanisms. and, Jack can and will forget about his own health. he will forget to eat and drink water, sleep, or even shower. Thinks no one could ever love him and has a deep self-loathing. Jack adores cuddling with you. He loves when your laying on his chest and between his legs, so he can play with your hair or give you soft head rubs, pats, kisses or even give you back rubs with one hand as his other is holding his book; which he would normally read to you. He wrap up you two in a blanket and all he says is ‘Don’t leave me.’ Sometimes, you swears a tear runs down his face as you two cuddle, holding each other until you both fall asleep.

死. He’s quite the romantic. Anything involving classic literature or music and traditional gifts such as flowers and scented letters, he’s given to you at least a hundred times. He will do all the over-the-top romantic cliches but if you just want to snuggle with him and read a book or look at the night sky that's fine with that. Jack to read romantic novels with rave reviews to understand what a normal love life could be like with another person. He really loves you, wants to improve, and gives you the best. He’ll cook for you and he’s got a thing for writing stories and poems for you to show his affection.

死. He confessed to you in an attack of jealous. And he gets jealous easily. Jack’s very protective of what’s his. Anyone who messes with you or brings you to tears will regret it dearly. It is also important to note that due to his efforts to keep you sheltered from the bad, he will feel uneasy telling you about his little secret. He cannot bear losing someone dear to him nor can he risk putting you in harm’s way. If you do find out and accept him with all his faults, he will stay by your side forever. He’s just worried that you’ll end up finding someone that deserves you more and will treat you as you deserve to be treated. He also has no issue with fighting and is quick to react violently when challenged. For him, isn’t problem to slice the throat of anybody if he needs a to. Jack is just starved for affection. Whether it be physical, emotional, or platonic, he’s just dying for some sort of genuine human connection.

死. He is affectionate and loving and really doesn’t mind PDA too much and will like holding hands with you and can be very touchy, leaning against you and hugging you often especially if he feels like you want attention or if you are having a rough day he can be more affectionate. He loves leaving kisses on your knuckles. He knows how much you enjoy them and that it’s a really sweet, innocent gesture that’s a change from his usual form of affection.

死. Jack has from time to time thought about adopting children who need help like him when he was little. Jack will also start stealing often since he fell in love with you, all are little things that remind him of you, necklace diamonds, the beautiful flowers that grow in the garden of that expensive mansion, or just money, whatever you need. He would also steal a lot when you two were planning to have a family, at the time you told him you were pregnant a whole aesthetic baby room was installed almost magically in that little empty room. Don’t care my dear! Obviously, all of that has nothing to do with the store that was looted the night before. Despite all that, he loves you infinitely and he’s the absolute definition of a gentleman.

[yesimwriting]

Searing Starlight (chapter 3)

A/n I CANNOT believe how many people have supported this story,, I’m so excited to continue it with you guys :)) 

Just a reminder that while this is based off the show i hope to blend in some book aspects/vibes and this is just a fanfic and it won’t be completely accurate/follow the show 100% and any changes I make/parts I chose not to focus on are for the sake of the story I’m trying to tell 

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I can’t tell if I wish Kaz had let me go with Inej or not. She’s faster than I am, and considering that I have no real reason to be loyal to them, I’m a flight risk. That means I’m stuck here with only the Kaz Brekker and Jesper, who I tricked. I hadn’t exactly befriended Inej entirely in the few minutes I was alone with her, but she seemed more trustworthy than them. More susceptible to reason. And when she heard where I was from, who was responsible for raising me, something in the way she watched me changed. It was the oddest combination--a look of both tired sympathy and cautious admiration.

“What I don’t understand…” Jesper breaks the silence. “Is why you all go back there. He lets you leave, he gives you money--there’s no reason to return.” 

I try not to let the question anger me. I shift awkwardly, scratching at my palm. “We tried leaving.” My stomach knots. “Once.” How do I make them understand? “He caught us because we young and stupid, and then he…” I exhale slowly. They’re just words. They don’t change anything. Whether I speak them or not, the events of my history aren’t different. “He picked the youngest, a girl only six months younger than me, and he slit her throat from ear to ear and took a finger of anyone that flinched as her blood splattered onto them. He said her blood was our penance and to live with knowing what we did to her would be our punishment.” 

I don’t tell them that I was twelve. I don’t tell them Anya lied about my birthday on the records. I don’t tell them I’m missing the very tip of my pinky--a small punishment for the twitch of my lip. “When Kenya is truly angry, he never hurts you--he hurts those around you.” No one responds to that. They’re making me seem like such a bummer. “It’s not awful all the time...he borders on agreeable when you listen to him.” 

Most days we have peace, left to our own devices as long as we accomplish certain goals. Their silence does little to unnerve me. After speaking so freely of such a nightmare, the desire to be rid of the taste of those words from my mouth is almost overwhelming, but I hold to the silence. 

“Why has he never sold you to the grisha that are so desperate for you?”

Of course Kaz Brekker would ask a question like that. “He isn’t the business of money, he’s in the business of creating gods. He indentures people he thinks could one day become saints or something else entirely. He wants to be owed by the heavens.” 

I watch Kaz carefully, a part of me curious about how someone like him could react to a goal like that. I can see him understanding the ambition of it all, but I can’t imagine himself a person of faith. Perhaps he’ll think it a clever trick. Perhaps he’ll even agree with Kenya.

He nods once; something I get nothing from. 

Whatever. He can be coy and distant this entire time. They all can. I’ll be out of here soon enough, and I’ll find Anya. And if I can stop something bad from happening to Alina then that’s a bonus I’m willing to take risks for. 

“That man is awful.” 

Inej’s voice comes from right behind me. I snap my head around. “You’re in here.” 

She nods once, oblivious to how shocking her sudden appearance is. She hands me a knapsack casually, staring at Kaz. “What’s the plan? We have six hours.” 

I look around the room, only seeing one closed window and one closed door. “There’s one door in this room.” 

“We take the Inferni to the ship.” He doesn’t even bother looking in my direction. 

Okay, they can be mean to be all they want but they can’t ignore me. I don’t think I’ve ever been ignored in my entire life. Gods in the making get attention. It may be the cruel attention of fate, but it’s something. 

“Did she come in through the window?” 

Again, I am ignored. 

“And then what, boss?” Jesper casually crosses the room, sitting down next to me on the small couch. It’s like I’m not even here. “We’d need to break into the Little Palace to get Alina.” 

What? “You guys are going to--” No. No. I am not kidnapping Alina. And there’s no way she’d be in the Little Palace. “First off--if you want to kidnap Alina Starkov for whatever insane ploy you’re all playing at, you’d never find her at Little Palace. She’s not a Grisha and second--” I cut myself off, standing from my seat. “Why am I even telling you this? I shouldn’t be helping you kidnap her.” 

Kaz’s eyes dart to me boredly. At least it’s some kind of acknowledgement of my existence. “I thought you two weren’t close.” 

I seriously consider scorching him. Just a little. Not even enough to scar him, just enough to get him to shut up. “She’s still a person who has a right to her body and what happens to it.” 

“Not that it’s any of your concern, but if we pull this off we get one million kruge.” 

What does he think I’m going to say? ‘Okay, well as long as you’re doing it for a good reason.’ Is that the response he expects. “Okay, well that makes it fair.” 

His eyes narrow skeptically, but Jesper is the one to ask, “Really?” 

“No,” I scoff, slumping back into my seat, “I was being sarcastic.” 

I drop my head back, neck craning over the back of the small couch. It isn’t exactly comfortable, but at least it makes it easier to ignore them. I’ve kept worse company for less. There’s an odd silence for a long second. I look forward without moving, I see Kaz vaguely gesture in Inej’s direction.

“Y/n,” Inej’s voice is refreshingly measured, “I think after the kinds of things we’ve gone through we understand that there’s some relativity in morality.” 

I shift my head to the right so I can look at her. “...Yes, but you’re just forcing another girl into a similar situation.” Why is Alina even worth so much? “And why would anyone pay so much for Alina?” 

Inej hesitates, glancing at Kaz and then back at me. “She’s a Sun Summoner.” 

On instinct, I straighten entirely, my body rigid. They’re insane. “You all are cracked if you think Alina’s a Sun Summoner.” No. No. It couldn’t be her. “Bless your hearts, seriously, she’s--she was trained to be a map maker--she’s not…” None of them relax, none of them shift in any way. What good would lying about this bring them? They have no reason to lie about this. “Saints, I should have had more to drink while downstairs.” 

So what if she’s a Sun Summoner? She didn’t ask to be one. She doesn’t deserve this. I cross my arms. “It doesn’t make this okay.” 

“And would it make it okay if you were getting a cut of the profit?” What? 

Kaz is looking at me in that tactful way. It takes all of my focus to not let myself become unnerved. “What?” 

“If I offered you a cut, would you be able to push aside more protests in order to make working with you easier?” 

Could I do it? Could I betray Alina? I drop my gaze away from his, opting to focus on the forgotten lantern on the coffee table in front of me. It flickers to life with no conscious prompting on my part. The flame is low and blue. Still though, Kaz notices it. What doesn’t he notice? 

“I can help you do what I agreed to.” I swallow around a lump in my throat, “But I cannot help you kidnap Alina.” 

The corner of his mouth tugs downwards. “We’re just going to get her to work with us.” 

“Work with you?” 

“We never said anything about taking her, and if Alina is really your friend you should know that the entire world is after her. Better us who can get her out of an unwanted situation quickly than the brutal General Kirigan who will hold her hostage until she does what he wants.” 

...I guess he has a point. “Oh.” I’m not naive enough to think that their methods will revolve around making Alina comfortable, but perhaps it’s not as dark as I assumed. “Maybe I was a little quick to assume…” I trail off awkwardly, looking at Inej for some type of reassurance. She avoids my gaze. 

I scratch the back of my arm, feeling like a spiraling child. I pick up my knapsack and place it on my lap, fiddling with the strap. 

“Come on,” Kaz stands, adjusting his grip on his cane, “We only have until sunrise.” 

As I stand, I pull down the skirt of my dress, suddenly aware of how inappropriate my clothing is for this late in the night. “Can--can I change first?” 

It’s a sheepish question, leaving me feeling like a child. 

“Five minutes,” Kaz offers, stepping out of the room with the rest of them. 

Inej leaves last, feet more silent than a cat. She offers me the tiniest hint of a smile. Despite my reservations, I beam at her. Something about me finds her politeness endearing despite it all. I think she closes the door loudly on purpose, to assure me of privacy. 

Normally changing in a building so full of drunk men would leave me nervous, but knowing Inej is outside leaves me feeling safe. I may not trust her with my life but something about her being tells me she values personal autonomy enough to protect it. 

I sift through the belongings Inej brought me. Clean underwear I try not think of her searching for, a thin white dress, comfortable pants, shorts, a few casual shirts, my red hood, and a nightgown. When I get to the bottom of the bag, and I see the personal belongings Inej smuggled back for me, I’m moved so powerfully my hand flies to my mouth on instinct. She had brought the folded up piece of paper with the only information I’ve been able to find about Kamil, the book I left on my nightstand, the small candle holder Alina had given me the day before I was taken away, the blade Mal had given me the day I left, the deck of playing cards Anya had first taught me to play with, and my mother’s necklace. The silver north star on a long chain. 

Before I can become too emotional, I take off the Crow’s Club T-shirt Inej had given me when I looked cold. I change into black pants, tucking the small blade Mal had given me into the pocket. The shirt I put on is pale blue, breaking the dark theme of everything around me. I fasten my red hood over my shoulders, basking in the familiar fabric. Lastly, I pull the north star necklace over my head, watching the blue orb with a black dot at its center blink at me in the light. I always found the stone at the pendant’s center odd. I'm quick to walk towards the door, nervous about what wasting their time could mean. 

“Let’s do this,” I sigh, pushing open the door. 

They all pause. Or maybe they were never moving. I try to imagine them interacting normally, but it’s hard to picture them as anything but intense and unflinching. There’s something odd about them, though, Jesper practically sulking and Kaz dropping his head despite Inej’s harsh stare.

“What kind of stone is in your necklace?” 

I swear to the Saints that if Kaz Brekker tries to steal it I’ll melt those leather gloves into his hands. “Try to take it and--” 

“That’s what I get for trying to make ‘polite conversation.’” He throws a look at Inej as he speaks the last two words. 

Wait--did Inej tell him to try to make polite conversation? Wait--more importantly, did he just kind of, almost say something that borders on casual? 

Wrinkling my nose, I let out a slight sigh. “Sorry.” 

His eyebrows draw together quizzically. “Did you just apologize for assuming I’d steal from you?” 

Great. Now I’m fully embarrassed. “Can we just go?” 

“Not before meeting me, I hope.” The stranger’s voice means nothing to me, but the others tense at it immediately. What? The man continues to walk forward, his steps too casual and confident for me to trust. The stranger is quick to respond to the question on my face, “Pekka Rollins.” 

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[sundaysundaes]

Unravel

Lee Donghyuck/Haechan X Reader | Smut, Romance | 4k | Mr. & Mrs. Smith AU, Secret Agents/Assassins AU

A continuation of Delirium.

Summary: Your relationship with the mysterious stranger you met during your mission continues and it intensifies into something deeper, forcing you to break your own rules.

Warnings: car sex, rough sex, oral sex (male receiving), swearing

“Spend the day with me.”

Your hands stopped mid-air during their attempt in drying your hair with a towel. Donghyuck was sitting on the edge of the bed, tapping his fingers against each other, his eyes gazing at you from behind his bangs. Unlike you, he has dressed handsomely in a pair of black ripped jeans and a light blue denim shirt with sleeves rolled up to his elbows. The bedsheets were all crumpled and stained underneath him from the activity you shared with him the night before—and this morning as well, when he suddenly decided to take the whipped cream and strawberries off his plate and smeared them all over your stomach, tasting them directly from your skin. 

“Let’s get some breakfast together or something,” he offered.

You coyly smile. “I thought we’ve had our breakfast.”

“Well, I’m still hungry.” But by the way his eyes ran down your body, lingering a little too long at the hem of your lingerie, you knew he was craving for something else. “I want to take you out on a date.” 

Still dressed solely in your underwear after your morning shower, you sent him a sly grin. “Do you do this with all your one night stands?”

“Only the pretty ones.”

You shook your head in amusement. “I’m supposed to fly back to Seoul tonight.”

“Change it. We can fly back together tomorrow.”

“I have work tomorrow.”

“Then take a day off.”

You scrunched up your nose. “Are you always this demanding?”

“Part of my charm.” He stood up from his seat, walking closer to you and you carelessly let your towel slide down to the floor, hands winding naturally around his neck. The way he sighed whenever your mouth made contact with his always left you a bit weak, stomach somersaulting in delight. “I’m a pretty determined man.” He kissed the skin below your ear, his hand trailing around the dip of your waist. “I have to get what I want and I won’t back down until I have it.”

You tilted your head, exposing more of your neck for his teeth to mark on. “And what is it that you want?”

He unclasped your bra, calloused fingertips raking down your spine before they went back to your chest. “What do you think I want?”

You didn’t want to think about anything else, not even the fact that you just washed yourself clean from his previous touches. You just wanted to feel him again, to hear his soft moans against your ear, to make him flinch when you slide your hand under his shirt, nails scraping against his delicate v-lines.

“I love your cherry mint lip balm,” he commented after he glided his tongue across your lower lip. “But you taste even better without it.”

Ripping his buttons open with hasty fingers, you murmured against his mouth, “I think we should just go straight for lunch. What do you think?”

Donghyuck smirked and let you crawl on top of his lap.

Being attached to someone could risk your life, or worse, put your loved ones in danger. You knew this. That was the most important rule in your handbook and you had been following that for years in order to survive, even distancing yourself from your parents and family. Which was the whole reason why you wanted to keep it casual with him. As much fun as he was, Donghyuck was only a lover for one night. That was how he was supposed to be.

But the last two days you spent with him was magical. Donghyuck was alluring, reeked of masculinity and sensuality, but the more time you spent with him, the more you realized that he was still a child at heart. The little pout he made when he lost an argument, the way his tongue was protruding against the inside of his cheek whenever your joke struck too close to home, and the little whines that escaped his lips when things didn’t go his way—he was young, refreshing, in a way. And you could feel yourself letting go, allowing yourself to bury the guilt and the sins you’d committed somewhere deep inside your mind and finally be yourself for once.

But all magical things must end at some point. And yet, when you were about to part ways with him at the airport, already walking toward the opposite direction of where he was heading, you realized how your heart stayed with him; how your body still longed for him, no matter how many times they had made contact during your two days together. When you pivoted on your heels, about to ask him to stay longer, you saw him doing the same thing.

With a sheepish smile—a stark contrast to how he usually displayed his expression—he suggested, “Maybe we can get some coffee first before we head home?”

You didn’t get to come home that night, but your heart had already settled down someplace better.

Neither of you ever talked about your relationship status. It wasn’t important, anyway. But what started as a strictly physical bond, became so much more the second he opened up about his childhood days followed by you disclosing your recurring dreams and nightmares. Personal things were shared, intimate memories were told and the wall that separated you from him began to crumble.

Despite how talkative he was, Donghyuck could really listen when you needed him to. He wouldn’t give you any advice because he knew you were already smart enough to figure them out by yourself, but he would embrace you tightly to his chest with his lips grazing against your fringe, his fingers playing with your strands. And if you really wanted him to say something, he would kiss you on your forehead and whisper, “You’re strong. You’ll get through this. But if you feel like you’re tired of their shits, you could just ring me. I’ll finish them for you.”

You laughed. You thought he was joking.

The hardest part of being an undercover assassin was you had to travel most of the time for your work. Your target could be walking in another city, living in a different country, speaking a different language and you just couldn’t afford to be distracted. So whenever you got the chance to meet him, you’ll try to satisfy your needs—mostly, physical—as best as you could. Lucky for you, he was only eager to comply.

Hovering above you, nude except for the silver necklace hanging around his neck, body glistening with sweat, Donghyuck took a detailed look at your wrist. The lighting in your room wasn’t bright enough for him to examine the bruises blooming on your skin, but the way his eyes narrowed, accompanied by a frown, told you that he knew it wasn’t just a simple injury. 

“Who did this to you?” His choice of words startled you. He didn’t ask what or how—he straightforwardly asked who, confident that it was done by someone and not merely a result of an accident. It sent a shiver down your spine because the truth was you were wounded during your last mission when you tried to infiltrate the enemy’s base by getting caught in purpose. At one point, you were restrained to a pole with ropes tied firmly along your wrists, hence the bruises. But there was no way you could be honest.

So, you lied.

“I tripped and accidentally twisted my wrist,” you said, moving your hips to distract him. He was still sheathed deep inside you, his cock slightly twitching in response, but held you by the waist to keep your body still.

“Did someone hurt you?” His voice was deep as it reverberated through the air, and you grew rigid after noticing how his previously laid-back demeanor suddenly became serious, almost dangerous even. “Who is it? Tell me his name.”

You swallowed. He was smarter than you’d expected. Way smarter. “I was tied up.”

“By who?”

The way he strictly sought revenge at the thought of someone hurting you was both arousing and frightening at the same time. You knew how protective he was over the things he owned, you just didn’t realize you were one of them.

“By a cute guy I met at a club,” you said, smiling seductively at him. “Per my request.” 

His grip around your wrist loosened a little bit, his lips parted in surprise. “What?”

“It’s not like we’re officially dating or anything,” you taunted him, clenching your walls around him in purpose. “Are we?”

Donghyuck’s eyes were almost gleaming at that point, staring down at you coldly at first before he broke into a smirk. 

“Not official, huh?” The way he suddenly flipped you over to your stomach almost made you yelp. “Get on your knees.”

He was angry, you knew it, and you were grateful that you were facing the headboard because you could feel your smirk creeping up your face, excitement bubbling up in your chest.

“He tied you up with a rope, did he?” He held your ass in the air, his nails sinking into the skin of your hips as he forcefully thrust inside, slamming his entire length in one motion. “I wasn’t aware you were into that.”

Donghyuck had always been passionate and although he loved marking you with his lips and teeth, he was never rough. Tonight, though, that was all he was. Rough and merciless, and you enjoyed every second of it.

You didn’t even hold back your moans, knowing he wouldn’t want you to anyway. Your voice would most likely be hoarse tomorrow and that would be awful since you had a meeting scheduled on the next morning, but you couldn’t care. It was easier to let go than to hold back, because Donghyuck was hitting you at the right spot, at the right pace, at the perfect angle.

“Tying you up with a rope is a bit too much, don’t you think?” He breathed out, pounding into you hard and fast, his hand sliding down your stomach to rub his fingertips against your clit. “If it was me, I would’ve used my tie.”

Fuck. “Then—” Your breathing began to stutter, matching the snap of his hips. “What’s stopping you?”

“I wanted to hear you ask about it first.” You were astonished by how thoughtful he was. “And force you to beg for it afterward.” You took your words back. He was a fucking tease, after all.

You fisted the sheet beneath you, desperate to keep a hold on something as you gasped his name. “Was he any good?” He slammed his hips once, pausing for your answer and when he saw you nodding, he thrust again, harder this time. “Better than me?”

You were having the toughest time concentrating, couldn’t even breathe properly, let alone forming a word. You were pushed against the headboard, now placing your hands on the wall for support. You shakily nodded, wanting to rile him up even more, driving him to the brink and practically forcing him to give the best fuck of your life.

And he did, exceeding your expectation.

When he asked again, his lips were grazing against your ear. “You sure about that, Sweetheart?”

You couldn’t tell if more words were falling from his mouth because the rest of the world had faded into a blur. He was giving you the same amount of pain and pleasure from how he was frantically thrusting inside you, and it felt so new, so raw, that you started feeling lightheaded, drowning in ecstasy. You closed your eyes, stars sparkling behind your eyelids as your orgasm hit you like a wave, leaving you shaking and whimpering against the sheets.

Donghyuck turned you around so he could ravish your lips with his, teeth gnawing against soft skin, tongue sliding against yours in a messy kiss. His left hand was squeezing your thigh, bringing you closer so he could release inside you; his other one was on the side of your face, fingers tangling around your strands, nearly tugging against the roots of your hair as he slid his hand down to your neck, applying pressure until you choked out his name. He came with a loud, breathy moan, which you swallowed directly with your mouth.

When both of your bodies had stopped trembling from your post-orgasm, Donghyuck kissed you again, slower and idly this time, as he was still in a haze. You responded with a sigh, your heartbeat gradually reducing to its normal pace.

“Let’s make it official,” he said, still breathing quite heavily as he placed his temple against yours. His eyes were closed. “You belong to me, as much as I belong to you. How does that sound?”

And as he felt you smiling against his lips, you said, “Sounds perfect.”

Donghyuck was protective but not possessive, which played a huge part in why your relationship with him worked so well. He knew how to keep you safe, how to give you comfort, and wouldn’t let anything harm you even when he knew you could protect yourself just fine. Being with Donghyuck was easy because he respected you without making inquiries. He was a man with a lot of demands, but he always gave you the space you needed and knew when to put your priorities before his. He always picked-up little details but never making unnecessary comments or questions, unless you wanted him to. Sometimes it made you nervous, perturbed by the possibility of him finding out about your secret. But with a pocket knife hidden inside your vanity bag, you knew what to do if something went wrong. It would be near impossible for you to hurt him as you probably wouldn’t have the heart to do it, but your identity and your profession remained the top priority.

You just wished, really wished, he wouldn’t notice.

“You look nice,” you commented when he showed up at your flat, dressed sharply in a black suit and tie. His hair was shorter, slightly pushed back and parted to the side, making him look younger but also much more mature at the same time. It was the night of your second anniversary—well, counting from the day you met him anyway. The top of his white shirt was unbuttoned, two more than necessary, as always.

He smiled, taking you by the wrist and yanked you forward until you fell on his chest, lips locked with his. When he broke the kiss, he licked his bottom lip once. “You taste nice.”

You slapped him lightly on his shoulder, smiling bashfully to yourself as you grabbed your purse. “What time is our reservation?”

“In half an hour.”

“Then, we better go.” You linked your arm around his. “I’ll just ravish you after dinner later.”

The way he chuckled made you feel warm inside. “Can’t wait.”

His Audi smelled more of citrus and less bergamot—the perfume he often wore—and you wondered whether it was a rental or he just rarely used it. You didn’t have the strength to care, too busy stealing glances at him during the drive to the restaurant. He had lent you his suit to cover your bare shoulders from the night cold, and he had his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, showcasing his veiny arms with his silver Tag Heuer watch glinting along his wrist whenever a passing car shone headlights. He only had one hand on the steering wheel, with another one propped up against the window, unconsciously pressing the side of his index finger to his lips and a thumb on his chin. 

“Thinking about something?” You questioned since he seemed to be deep in thoughts. 

He took a glimpse of your face, the corner of his lips curving upwards. “Just trying to figure out why you keep on looking at me every two seconds.” 

You were a bit flustered but kept your face in check. “Honestly? You just look so good in that black shirt.”

“Yeah?” He changed gears, chuckling softly. “Then, what should we do about it?”

“Well, it’s been a while since we’ve had the time for ourselves, what with us being busy with our jobs.” You placed a hand on his thigh, rubbing up and down the silky fabric of his black trousers. “I’m sorry I left you alone for so long. I’ve always hated going overseas, even more now since I met you.”

Donghyuck glanced at the way your fingers are reaching dangerously close to the part he had been longing to be touched for the last three weeks you had been separated. “That’s… fine… ” He forced his eyes to go back to the road when a car passed by from his side, honking angrily at him. “I had to go out of town too, so we wouldn’t have been able to meet anyway.”

You bit the corner of your lip, trying to contain a smirk from breaking on your face. He was obviously distracted, but the way he tried to act so composed was adorable too. “Then…” You tucked some loose strands behind your ear, wetting your lips. “Let me make it up to you.”

You leaned over to his seat, close enough to be able to unfasten his belt and unzip his pants. Donghyuck took a sharp breath when he felt your fingers curling around his length, stroking him gently until he came alive in your hand.

“Keep your eyes on the road,” you said, smiling at him as you glided your thumb across his tip. 

Donghyuck mirrored your mischievous smile. “Yes, Ma’am.” 

When you dipped your head, slanting your lips around his tip, he let out this small sigh of content which only urged you to please him more. You slid your tongue across his slit, going down to the side to trace his vein, and murmuring sinful things against his sensitive skin.

“You’re being rather expressive today,” he comments. His voice sounded stable but the way he bit the tip of his thumb to contain his groan betrayed him. “Did something good happen?”

“I’m just happy,” you pause to engulf his length completely, bobbing your head twice before letting him go with a pop. “That I get to see you again.”

The way he hit on the brakes were not as gentle as before. Waiting for the red light to go green, Donghyuck leaned back to his seat, his fingers immediately slipped between your strands, tugging softly at your locks as he slightly thrust into your mouth.

“Fuck, baby,” he hissed, reeling in the sensation of your heated mouth enveloping him. “That feels good—you’re so good at this.”

But when a car stopped by just three meters away from you, Donghyuck straightened up on his seat. The driver—a middle-aged man with a goatee—was nodding his head to the music, both windows of his car opened for him to enjoy the night wind. He noticed Donghyuck’s car, perhaps amazed with how expensive it was, and your boyfriend slid his window down to show his face. You wanted to protest but he held you down by pressing his palm against the back of your head. “It’s too dark, he won’t be able to see.” He reassured you and you grunted in response, which made him chuckle under his breath.

“Nice car, man,” shouted the man.

Donghyuck waved a hand, an innocent smile strapped to his face. “Thanks. I like your tires. Custom made?”

And they began to have a casual conversation as if he didn’t have your mouth wrapped around his cock. He was always like this, a fucking tease, but two could play at this game. You sucked harder around his tip before you went down completely until he hit the back of your throat. Donghyuck’s grip around your locks grew tighter but his voice was airy when he replied to the man. You swallowed around him to pull more reaction out of him.

It was his luck that the light turned green. 

As he drove away, taking the opposite direction from the other man, you pulled away from him. “Where are we going?” You noticed he was no longer heading to the restaurant. 

“Someplace quiet where I can fuck you properly,” he said, smiling dangerously at you. “You don’t think I’m gonna let you go just like that, do you?”

You grinned. “You never fail to impress me.”

The second he pulled over an empty parking lot behind an abandoned building, Donghyuck immediately moved your seat all the way back and latched his lips on yours, making you giggle against his mouth on your way down. 

“Let me be on top this time,” you breathed out heavily when he pushed your lingerie to the side with one hand and stroked himself with his other one. Donghyuck glanced at you from behind his bangs, his lips bruised from your kisses. He confirmed your plead with a nod and let you switch positions. It wasn’t easy to move around in such a small space that you ended up bumping your head against his chin but the hilarity of it all only added more emotional feelings to be involved. Suddenly, the need for physical contact didn’t matter as much as before. You were enjoying his laughter, blushing when he swatted the bangs out of your eyes, pouting when he told you how ridiculous you looked trying to work this out and you just really loved having him around.

Maybe it worked the same way with him too because Donghyuck’s eyes were not solely filled with lust anymore. They were soft, tender as they peered into yours, and the way he caressed your face was soothing, as if you were the most fragile being he had ever touched in his life.

“Kiss me,” you said, not sure if you could handle his gaze any longer than that. He made you feel vulnerable, made you feel transparent and you were scared of having him look into your soul and finding out the secrets you’d been hiding.

He pressed his lips gently to yours, almost in a chaste kiss. He broke away to kiss the corner of your mouth when you were about to deepen the kiss, then he peppered more to your cheek, your temple before he landed a peck on the tip of your nose. “I’ve missed you,” he confessed, making you grow stiff in his arms. “I missed you so much when you were gone.”

It was very unusual for him to say such romantic words in such a serious manner and you were left speechless, dazed even, at the way he tenderly embraced you. “Happy anniversary, Sweetheart.”

You buried your face in the crook of his neck, hiding your smile. “Happy anniversary, baby.”

It felt different that night, the way he held you, the way he moved inside you, the way he made you feel. It was the first time he ever made love to you, truly, and it was both weird and funny to know that it was happening in an abandoned parking lot, with both of you fully clothed except for the part where you were connected to him.

And as he tried to be quiet, you could hear him sigh and curse almost inaudibly under his breath—which felt somehow more erotic to your ears. Leaning forward to get closer to him, Donghyuck intertwined his fingers with yours, his free hand tugging at the zipper of your dress so the strap would fall off your shoulder, revealing enough skin for him to mark on.

Usually, he would be rough and dominating, sucking bruises until you hissed in pain but this time, he only applied soft kisses, sometimes peeking out his tongue just to make you shiver. Sex with Donghyuck had never been boring since he knew how to keep his women entertained, but tonight, your senses were taking so much more details because your heart was involved. And so was his.

“I’m—” You quivered, the sway of your hips moving out of rhythm. Being on top of him let you take control and you used it fully to maximize your pleasure. “I think I’m gonna come—” 

He added the sensation by rubbing his thumb over your clit, almost making you jump off his lap. “Wait—” You could feel the knot in your stomach tightened. Knowing you were so close to the edge, Donghyuck’s hand found home in your hair once again and brought your lips to his. “I love you,” he whispered between kisses and you lost it. You lost every sense, every control, every thought that you could only whimper against his lips when you came undone, him following soon after. 

Donghyuck muffled his moan by mouthing against the bare skin of your shoulder. His whole body shook under your touch and you let him finish without a word, just pressing your lips lazily against his collarbone. 

Your heart was beating loudly, and you wondered whether it was simply because of the sex or his last three words. You had known that he was committed to you, just like you were to him, but you didn’t know that he loved you that way. 

Donghyuck had his head thrown back, eyes tightly closed as he enjoyed the rest of his orgasm, breathing heavily through parted lips. You kissed him softly on his chin, making him look back at you. “Hey,” he smiled, a bit drowsy.

“Hey, stranger,” you cooed, fingers stroking his jaw. “Did you mean it?”

“Mean what?”

“When you said you loved me.” You analyze his expression, every contort of his face. “Or was it just because of a spur of the moment?”

The sudden vulnerable look on his face made you freeze. Donghyuck had always been a little guarded and you’d noticed that, no matter how hard he tried to hide it behind his teasing smirks and mischievous smiles. You just never questioned about it because like him, you also had your secrets to bury inside your chest. You thought it wasn’t fair to pester him about it when he never forced you to spill. It wasn’t like he was hiding the fact that he murdered people on a monthly basis like you did. Unbeknownst to you, anyway.

“I don’t think I know what love is,” he answered with eyes just as soft as his voice. “What I do know is that I’ve never felt this way about anyone before. I thought about you a lot, so much that it freaks me out.”

You quietly laughed. “You’re just obsessing over me.”

“Whether it’s an obsession or love, I’m willing to have it.” He cupped your face, eyes boring into yours. “I want to feel everything, I want you to make me feel everything.”

“That’s quite a demand.” You gazed down to his lips, tentatively touching his plump lower one with your fingertips. “But as a start, I think I want to love you too, Hyuck.”

The way he reflected your smile was both beautiful and heartbreaking—as if it was the first time he ever heard someone said those words back to him. He pulled you for another embrace, his lips grazing against your earlobe when he sighed, “That’s good enough for me.”

You giggled, nuzzling closer to him. “I think we’re late for our reservation.”

He chuckled. “We have got to stop skipping our meals for sex.”

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[peachbear88]

Leave Before You Love Me

A/N: College/highschool AU inspired by "Leave Before You Love Me" by Jonas Brothers x Marshmello. I don't know, I can't decide if it's college or highschool.

Warning: IMPLICATIONS OF SMUT. Just brief mentions. Because I'm a pure, innocent child and will throw my computer out of my window at the thought of writing smut. The few suggestive sentences I wrote had me cringing and flushing bright red.

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Your eyes flutter open as the sunlight seeps through the blinds. You groan, snuggling closer to the warm body next to yo- Hold on. Your eyes snap open and you backpedal, falling off the bed noisily.

"Ow!"

The naked figure stirs but doesn't wake and you creep around the room, grabbing your scattered clothes. Slipping out the bedroom door, you make it about halfway down the stairs before an annoying voice startles you.

"So you slept over, eh?"

You turn to find Pietro Maximoff leaning against the banister of the stairs, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. He slides smoothly down the banister, sliding past you as you continue trekking down the stairs.

"Yeah, I guess I fell asleep without knowing." You rub the back of your neck sheepishly, flashes of last night going off in your head. You follow him into the kitchen where he pulls out some leftovers from the fridge. He snorts.

"Sure. Well, I can't let you leave here in good conscience without at least feeding you." It's your turn to stifle a giggle.

"Feeding me with food your mother prepared?" He slides a bowl of reheated tomato soup over.

"It's the thought that counts."

You sip at the soup thoughtfully, barely holding back a groan at the taste of the soup.

"I don't get it. How can your mom make food taste so good? And it's reheated!" You pout, sullenly poking at the red liquid. Pietro laughs, slurping up his soup noisily, leaving a few tomato splatters all over his face. You snort, pointing at your own face.

"You got tomato soup everywhere Piet." He wipes at his mouth wildly with his shirt sleeve, managing to wipe away every spot except for one. You sigh amusedly, reaching out to with your napkin to wipe it off.

"Ahem." The two of you jump apart at the sudden noise. Standing in the doorway is Wanda, her hair ruffled, her long legs poking out from under the oversized sweater wrapped around her.

Do you think she's wearing anything underneath that?

You mentally chide yourself for having such dirty thoughts. Wanda makes her way to the marble countertop looking visibly disgruntled, sitting beside you. You scooch over a bit, hoping to leave a respectable distance between the two of you but after last night, she appears to have other plans, stealing Pietro's bowl of soup and sliding much closer to you.

Pietro smirks, taking his backpack from the back of his chair and slinging it over his shoulder.

"Well, I'll leave you two lovebirds alone. See you at school!" You gag on your remaining bit of soup. The door slams behind him and Wanda scoots impossibly closer to you.

"So..." She flutters her eyelashes at you and you gulp. "About last night-"

You stand up abruptly, dropping your empty bowl into the sink and grabbing your backpack.

"See you at school Wanda!" You mutter, your face turning the same shade as the tomato soup.

"Wait!" She sighs as the door slams shut.

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"How was last night?" Darcy asks nonchalantly.

You choke and she rushes to pat you on the back.

"Geez, was it that bad?" She cracks and you offer her a weak smile, attempting to take your mind off the recurring thoughts of Wanda, hovering above you, necklaces and wavy auburn hair dangling above you. You shiver, turning back to Darcy, who waits expectantly for your answer.

"It was fine." You answer tentatively and she stares at you exasperatedly as you take a swig of water.

"So you didn't... Sleep with her?" Your eyes fly open, water spraying out of your mouth and all over Darcy. "Oh gross!"

"I- Yeah I did." You crack under Darcy's stern gaze as she wipes the spit-water off of herself. She cries out triumphantly, attracting a few odd stares from your surrounding classmates.

"I knew it! You've been pining after her for ages! So you guys are together now?" You sigh and she deflates, her jubilant mood evaporating. "Why are you sighing?"

"I left before she could say anything." Darcy stands up, slamming her fists onto the table.

"What!? Why?" She curses, immediately nursing her injured fists.

"You know why. I'm not risking anything. You remember how bad it was when I got dumped by Natasha?" Darcy frowns.

"Wanda is the polar opposite of Natasha." She points out and your eyebrows crease as you think.

"I know but- Oh shit." You mutter, your eyes landing on Wanda who appears to be approaching at a rather fast pace. "Gotta go!" You scoop up your bag and books and take off at a surprising speed, tripping a few times in your hurry. Darcy looks around for a bit and understanding dawns on her when Wanda reaches their table.

"Have you seen Y/N?" Wanda tugs at her auburn locks rather nervously.

"Nope." Darcy lies through her teeth. Wanda groans in frustration before taking off again. Darcy shakes her head before returning her attention to the massive pile of books in front of her.

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"Y/N!" A voice booms and you flinch as an arm wraps around you.

"Hey Tony." You smile weakly at the teen genius.

"You're comin' to my party right?" He flashes you an award-winning smile and you open your mouth to protest but he cuts you off, answering his own question with his massive ego. "Of course you're coming. I'll be watching out for you." With one last wink at you, he saunters away. You deflate, shoving your books into your locker.

"Damn I've gotta learn to say no." You slam your locker shut and turn to find yourself staring into a pair of startlingly green eyes. For a moment your stomach backflips as you assume they're Wanda's but then clarity reaches its hand out to you. You snarl.

"What do you want?" Natasha regards you with sad eyes, shuffling her feet in front of you.

"You know what I want." You start down the bustling hallway at a smart pace with Nat trailing behind you. "I want you."

"You broke up with me Natasha Romanoff, not the other way around. You don't get to barge into my life again and make requests like you own the place." She stares at you with watery eyes, grabbing your arm.

"Do I not own your heart anymore?" She says quietly and you falter for a moment, almost reaching out but another arm wraps around your waist, tugging you away.

"Do not touch her." This time, you look up into the unmistakable eyes of Wanda Maximoff.

"You." Nat growls and Wanda pries her fingers off your arm.

"I will not ask you again." With one last dirty glare at Wanda, she glides away, disappearing in the groups of people.

"Y/N, I really need to talk to-" You cut her off, wrenching your body out of her grasp and disappearing swiftly into the crowds. "-you. God damn it!" She stomps her foot angrily.

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Tony Stark's parties are known for being obnoxiously loud and filled with drunk teenagers.

You carefully make your way to the door of his home, where loud music can be heard, blasting through the walls. A couple falls out of a bush, the boy's shirt unbuttoned and the girl's dress half ripped. You blush, averting your eyes before stepping into the mansion.

It's safe to say, you'd rather have stayed outside with the couple then stay inside.

Everywhere you look, there are drunk, horny teenagers grinding on each other, making your stomach roil. You shake your head, immediately heading towards the washroom which happens to be upstairs. The winding staircase leaves you panting for air as you trudge past an empty bedroom towards the washroom. An arm wraps around your wrist, pulling you into said bedroom. You scream but it's muffled by a soft hand clapping around your mouth.

"Shhhhh!" A familiar voice hisses behind you, removing their hand.

"Wanda?" You whisper, scrunching your eyebrows in confusion. She wraps her arms around your waist, giving you a light kiss behind your ear.

"Hello love. Remembered me have you?" She whispers, her voice silky as her kisses trail downwards. You shiver at her touch.

"Wanda. We can't." You protest weakly. "It's a party. This is Tony's house." She ignores your feeble protests and you sigh.

Fuck it.

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You purr at the comfortable warmth next to you when you wake, burying your face further into the figure.

It chuckles and you squeal in fright, attempting to wriggle away but it's already put it's arms around you again.

"Where do you think you're going lyubov?" You flush at the pet name but gently pull yourself out of her arms and into a standing position. The bed creaks as Wanda stands up as well. You pull your shirt on and begin pulling your jeans on. "Y/N."

You ignore her and continue buttoning your pants together.

"Y/N." She says more forcibly and you turn, unable to ignore her.

"Yes?" She regards you weakly, her hands behind her back.

"When are you going to face the truth?" You stare at her, flabbergasted by her line of questioning.

"What are you talking about?" You play dumb and she sighs.

"This, Y/N! Us." She gesticulates angrily at you.

"We can't do this anymore. We shouldn't." You avoid her eyes, guilt flooding you.

"Please." She whispers, stretching her arms out in an attempt to caress your face but you flinch away. "Please tell me you feel something. Anything. You know you love me."

You steel your resolve.

"I don't feel anything." Wanda's soft sniffles echo throughout your ears and mind as you close the door behind you.

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Does this need a part 2? Hm...

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[soulmate-game]

I was feeling angsty. Read at your own risk, there is very little comfort in this and a whole shit ton of hurt. Probably a bunch of emotional triggers, so seriously be careful guys.

—*—*—*—*—*

Liquid pain ran down her arm like poison, the slash in it burning hot and spreading it’s agony like an invisible waterfall inside her flesh. But she did not grip her bicep where the wound had been inflicted, her gaze blank as she forced herself to hide her turmoil behind glass eyes. Her brother’s snarling face was only inches in front of her own, his katana moving from her arm to her throat.

“Useless! To think we share any blood relation is humiliating!” He growled at her. She did not move, did not emote. Her blades fans, the weapon she was loved most, lay half-opened on the ground beside her. Abandoned. But she knew Damian’s sword would not kill her. Blood family was a bond that was not to be severed by murder unless ordered by Ra’s or justified by the murdered family member in question betraying the League. She had done nothing to betray the Shadows, and Ra’s would not waste time and energy, or the breath it would require, to order her death. Just as he would not waste the precious waters of the Pit to bring her back again. She would not die today, and she knew it.

Sure enough, it was only a few more insults in various languages before Damian Al-Ghul stepped back and scowled down at the blood on his blade. Her blood. “If you don’t even have the stomach for real combat, you do not belong here,” he spat.

“That is where we agree, Grandson,” Ra’s sharp voice echoed through the room, his beady eyes never once bothering to glance at his granddaughter. “Maria, you are hereby stripped of the name Al-Ghul. Banishment from the League is the only mercy you shall be granted for your dishonor on our blood. Be useful and use whatever is left of your mistake of a life to stay out of the League’s way. Shall I, Damian, or your mother ever see your face again, your burial will follow shortly after. Am I understood?”

“Yes Gr— yes, Ra’s Al-Ghul.”

—*—*—*—*—*

Maria Al-Ghul was seven years old when she was disowned and sent away from the League of Shadows without so much as a penny to her name. She was only allowed to take the change of clothes she carried, and one small backpack’s worth of items. Her mother— Talia— had watched vigilantly as she packed those items, assuring that Maria did not take anything of worth.

The girl traveled by foot, too small to get away with driving a vehicle. Unless she could manage to steal a motorbike— she knew how to adjust the seats and pedals on most models to accommodate her size. But she was far too far away from civilization for that.

She knew that most of the League expected her to die in the jungles that surrounded the temple. After all, there were ninjas scattered throughout it with strict orders to kill anyone who was not one of them. And Maria now fit that description.

But if there was one thing Maria knew better than anything else, it was how to hide. How to hide feelings, intentions, involuntary movements, or her whole body in almost any setting. She covered herself in mud, matted her hair with dirt and took off her shoes. Barefoot was always quieter, and her feet would be more sensitive to any change in terrain. She would have to move more slowly and be on the lookout for traps, ground litter that could harm her, or dangerous wildlife, but she would be much harder to track.

It took her a month, but she made it to her first Tibetan city alive and decently healthy. She begged for food for a day before snatching a child’s outfit off of some hanging laundry lines and stealing the first decent vehicle she found. It was an old moped, but it beat walking and was already built small. She made it work.

That was how she spent the majority of the next year. She traveled from town to town, stealing what she needed until she could earn money normally. She used that money to buy herself a fake identity, even if she had to use the skills she had hoped to never need again in order to afford it.

Marinette Shiwang was born when she was already eight years old.

It was only a year after her new identity was created when she bumped into a woman in a street market. That was nothing new, those places could get crowded. But when Marinette looked up and saw valuable bracelets and necklaces of gold and jade, she knew she needed at least one. The money she would get for it would have her living comfortably for a short while. So Marinette’s theft-experienced fingers darted out and unclasped one bracelet in a fluid movement. It took less than a second. She barely had the piece of jewelry in her hand before she started to take off, hoping to lose herself in the crowd.

But a small hand clamped around her shoulder, a sturdy thumb pressing against a very vulnerable spot right at the back of Marinette’s neck, at the base of her skull. A clear threat from somebody with experience.

The sweet voice that followed didn’t match the gesture at all.

“Oh, I need that back dear. It was a gift from my husband, you understand.”

Marinette did. She cared about survival more. The small girl twisted, knocking the hand away from her before it could do damage and darting down a side street. The woman followed. It took three hours, but Marinette decided she had finally lost her pursuer before slumping down in the tiny, closet-sized bedroom of her cheap apartment. Her eyes closed for only a second before the window opened, and the smell of newly-baked sesame buns filtered through.

It was the woman and a much taller, much more masculine man. He was practically a giant, reminding Marinette of a certain member of the League that she used to know. They were both smiling.

“My wife figured you would be more open to an exchange than just giving up the bracelet for free,” the man’s voice was deep and inviting. “You can eat as many buns as your stomach can handle, if you give it back.”

Marinette accepted. Mostly because of her fear for people who could track her to her home so easily, when she had been certain she had not been followed. The League has tuned her senses well, there was no way the couple had been close enough to see her when she made it to her apartment. Yet they were still there somehow. Then, it also had to do with the promise of food, and the heavenly smell of the food itself. And then, lastly, Marinette was tired. She didn’t like stealing, it was just a necessity. She would not hurt these people over a mere bracelet that she wished she didn’t have to take in the first place.

Useless, she thought. So much of a bleeding heart that she just gave up what could have paid for two months rent. Too soft to even protect herself. The Al-Ghuls has been right. She was a waste of space and time.

Marinette was ten years old when she became a Dupain-Cheng. Somehow, that strange, dangerous couple had become her new family. Not even she knew how. But she was grateful— they took her back to Paris with them and she didn’t have to worry about rent, or food, or money anymore.

She vowed, that day that she received her spacious attic bedroom, that she would repay them. She would make herself useful, for the first time in her life. She would stay out of their way, be the perfect most unobtrusive daughter ever. She would help in the bakery, keep a smile on her face so that they never doubted that they were doing a good job. So that they never wasted time worrying about her. She smiled, and laughed, and became successful for them. Competent and reliable even though her memories would sink into her dreams every day and make it near impossible to drag herself out of bed in the mornings.

And then, when Marinette Dupain-Cheng was thirteen, she was given a pair of magical earrings and a tiny fairy-god. And Tikki was thorough, at least. Diligent in her explanation. Marinette listened to every word, dread seeping in as she doubted her ability to carry out such an important task. Save a city? Defeat someone much more experienced and magically powerful than her?

Useless little Maria could never. Slightly less useless Marinette could never.

She was only ever meant to play a support role. Stay on the background and make everyone else shine, without ever succeeding in anything worth noting. That was who she was.

But then Tikki gave her the Warning. The catch that came with the Ladybug abilities, and Marinette felt the long-rusted determination in her begin to fire up again. Maybe she could be Ladybug. Maybe she could be useful, at least this once. At least for just this one scenario. She could fight and win the war against Hawkmoth, and that achievement alone could make her happy. Let her die knowing she did something worthwhile.

—*—*—*—*—*

Damian Wayne was seventeen when he and his family found out about the Paris Situation, and immediately went over to offer help. Damian Wayne was seventeen when he watched Ladybug stumble at the sight of him, and immediately run away. But the two of them were twins, and though twin telepathy might be a myth they always did have a certain instinct when it came to one another.

Damian Wayne was Seventeen when he said, aloud on the top of a random Parisian building and surrounded by his family—

“My sister is Ladybug.”

Damian didn’t wait for their reactions, having entirely forgotten about the existence of his father and brothers, before taking off after his spotted sibling.

—*—*—*—*—*

“I knew you were alive.”

In hindsight, those probably weren’t the best words for him to say when Maria clearly thought he was still an assassin.

Damian watched as Marinette spun to face him, her face so much more expressive than he remembered. He could actually see the resignation in the slump in her shoulders, he could feel the fear in her bluebell eyes. The eyes she was lucky enough to get from their father while he was cursed with their mother’s green irises. He used to envy that about her, especially after joining the BatClan. But now he only felt comfort when he looked into her eyes. Comfort that she was different than him, and always had been. In the best of ways.

He watched as his sister was enveloped by a bright flash of pink light, detransforming right in front of him. And without the mask, it was impossible to ignore the relation between them. She had their father’s eyes and nose where he had their mother’s, but other than that they were almost carbon copies of one another. Her blue-black hair was pulled back into twin braids though, something he noted distantly as oddly fitting. They suited her, he thought.

But all those thoughts instantly turned to dust as she dropped to her knees in front of him, head bowed in complete submission.

“Tom and Sabine are innocent,” she told him. “They adopted me out of nothing but goodwill, and they have been nothing but good to me. I never told them a single word about my origin, I swear it on our blood. They think I am just an orphan that was abandoned in Hong Kong—“

“Maria—“

“—so please, don’t harm them. I’m begging you. And there is no need for you to waste energy killing me. You are welcome to stay in Paris as long as no harm comes to Tom and Sabine, but just wait and watch. I know who Hawkmoth is, and our final plan is almost ready. I’ll have him taken down by next week. Just— wait until then, please. My death will take care of itself afterwards, but Paris deserves to be free, and killing me now will set this entire war against Hawkmoth back by at least a year. And I also need that time to pick my successor—“

“Maria! I am not here to kill you!” Damian had to yell to get her to stop babbling and begging. She froze, but didn’t dare to sit up or even raise her head. So Damian took the initiative and sat down on the ground with her, though he kept his distance so that he didn’t scare her too badly. He couldn’t blame her for her reaction, it had been ten years since they had seen one another and their parting hadn’t exactly been pleasant.

But he had changed a lot since then, matured a lot.

“I am completely disconnected from the League,” he admitted. Of the blurry memories he had of her, he did remember that being blunt was the best way to handle information with her. Beating around the bush had always done nothing but make her exceptionally nervous and jittery. Sure enough, his admission was enough to make her look up at him with disbelieving eyes. He risked a small grin. “I didn’t come in my old uniform, did I?” He gestured to himself in the bright Robin colors. Sure enough, Marinette’s rapid blinking proved his theory that she hadn’t even registered his clothing at all to be true. She had run as soon as she recognized his face.

But Marinette did not speak. She sat up a little, still eyeing him cautiously. But her silence helped him finally realize where they were— where she had led him.

The sounds of traffic and other big city noises were all muted, as if muffled by several layers of cloth. Shadows fell over them abundantly, and they were surrounded by dilapidated concrete walls.

She had brought him to an abandoned area far from any activity, where a body would take ages to find. She had then disarmed herself of her only weapon, her magic suit, and had gotten on the ground in total submission.

She had purposely given him the perfect setting to kill her, where there would be no witnesses and plenty of time before her body would be found for him to escape. That realization hit Damian square the chest, leaving him breathless for a moment.

“I am not here to kill anybody,” he reiterated, his voice noticeably much gentler than before. “Not you, not you adoptive parents, nobody. I left the league when I was eleven. Mother—“ he took a breath, but Maria deserved to know. “— she cloned me. Her clone killed me. He no longer exists, but that is of no consequence. She killed me, she and Grandfather disowned me when I made it clear I was not returning. Father— our father,” he was insistent as he leaned forward, not continuing until she met his gaze. “You remember who our father is, right? Bruce Wayne? Mother had dropped me off to be raised with him when I was ten, but of course it was all just one of her plots. It was her miscalculation though, because I ended up growing close to them. To Father and his adopted children. You would get along with Gra— with Dick, the best I think. Although T— Jason would also be a prime contender as your favorite brother, I think. He shares your love of motor bikes, if that hasn’t changed?” She just stared at him, clearly confused and experiencing a lot of feelings at once. He stayed silent for a moment to allow her to sort through them a little.

“I’m Robin now,” he made his voice quieter, but still easy for her to hear. “I’m a member of the Bats. I’m sure they would all welcome you, if you chose to meet them. Though be warned, they can be quite in—“

“Why are you doing this?” Marinette’s voice was barely above a whisper, Damian almost didn’t hear her. But he did, and fell silent. He watched as his sister licked her lips and tried to find the right words to say. “If what you say is true… you have a perfectly good family. Brothers, Father, a comfortable life. Why follow me then? Why offer me… any of that?”

Damian frowned. He didn’t remember Maria being so gloomy, but then again she had been raised to never show her emotions. Maybe, after years away from the temple like him, her true feelings were just easier for him to see now. Closer to the surface.

“I want to get to know you— to get to know my sister, again,” he told her. “Don’t tell them, but Father and the others have taught me to appreciate family. The way I treated you when we were children was not right, and though it was heavily influenced by Mother and Grandfather, I want to make up for it nonetheless. Maybe we can get to know the new us, together?”

Marinette’s eyes went wide with disbelief, but then she clenched her jaw and shook her head.

“We can’t.”

“... right, I understand if you do not forgive me. I didn’t even consider—“

“It isn’t that,” Marinette was quick to correct him. “When I said that my death will handle itself, I mean it, Damian. The Ladybug… the earrings that give me my powers, come with a price,” she absently ran her fingertips over the unassuming black studs in her ears. “If a Ladybug uses the miraculous for more than three years, the powers of Creation will demand to be balanced. Already, the Miraculous is powering itself on nothing but my life force now. Once I defeat Hawkmoth, there will be no need for Ladybug anymore. The moment I take the earrings off, they will cease keeping me alive.”

Damian’s face fell. No— no, that wasn’t right. He was finally able to find her, finally able to apologize and try to fix his past mistakes. This couldn’t be how the reunion went. This couldn’t—

“Not even the Lazarus Pits can bring me back from a Miraculous death,” Marinette went on. “So you and your family should go. You don’t need to be here when I—“ Marinette paused, gasping. “Damian, why are you crying?! Stop that!” Her voice became desperate, Marinette crawling over to him as quickly as she could and wiping away his tears as if they were something terrifying. Damian wasn’t sobbing or making any noise, it was just a silent stream of tears running down both cheeks as he stared at her wordlessly.

“I…” he finally managed to choke out. “I wanted to make up for everything. I wanted for us to be twins again, together.”

Marinette paused, worrying her bottom lip between her teeth. “I know a magic user who can erase your memories of me,” she offered. “But you don’t have to feel guilty for anything. You never said anything that wasn’t true.”

Damian’s green eyes widened. He had said nothing but cruel things to her, that last year they spent together as children. Did she really believe all of that? Did he and their childhood really affect her self worth this severely and irreversibly?

“Maria—“

“My name is Marinette, actually,” she corrected him with a small smile. “I’m not Maria Al-Ghul anymore. Marinette Dupain-Cheng is actually useful, Damian. I can actually do things right— I’m doing something right right now. Beating Hawkmoth will be the first worthwhile thing I’ve ever done, don’t you see? Once it’s all over, I will have brought honor back to our blood. I’ll have proved to you that I really am your twin, that I wasn’t a mistake. That I was born for a reason,” Marinette’s eyes got dreamy even as Damian just felt like he was impaled again, this time by a spike of ice rather than a sword. “And I’ll be able to die before I ruin it. It’s a perfect scenario.”

“A perfect scenario implies that nothing important is going to be lost,” Damian breathed. Marinette just blinked.

“Yeah, I know. That’s the plan. Defeat Hawkmoth, save Paris, and nobody dies.”

“But you’re going to die!” He growled. Marinette leaned back, bewildered by his violent reaction.

“Yeah, but it’s not like I actually matter. Nobody needs me. Tom and Sabine might be hurt for a while, but they will recover just fine. And it’s not like I have friends or any—“

“Stop worrying about other people, damnit!” Damian surged forward, grabbing her shoulders hard enough to bruise and shaking her a little. “Even back then! Even when we were seven, you threw down your blades because you were more worried about hurting me than you were about how Grandfather would react, even though you knew he would be tempted to kill you for what he thought was cowardice! You never put yourself first, and it’s finally starting to piss me off!”

“Damian—“

“No, listen to me!” He shook her again, his tear stained cheeks only making his glare all the more potent as he stared right into her eyes. “You are alive, and your life matters! You were never worthless or useless, you just didn’t fit what our abusive situation wanted of you. They wanted a cold hearted killer, a tool they could use, and you were always too warm hearted and clever to fit either of those goals. But I did, I was the killer they were looking for and the pawn they wanted. If anything, that makes you better than I ever was! I was too young and naive to see it back then, but I’m trying to make up for it now. You are my sister, whether you go by Maria or Marinette, Al-Ghul or Wayne or Dupain-Cheng, I don’t give a damn! And so help me, even if I have to surgically attach those earrings to your skin, I am not letting you die before you gain at least a modicum of respect for yourself. Do you understand me?”

A wet sniffle met his ears, and he pulled Marinette in for a hug. She returned it weakly, sniveling and sobbing into his cape.

“D-d-Damian?”

“Yes, Shaqiqa?”

Another sniffle.

“I-is it really o-okay for me to stay with you?”

“Of course.”

“I-is… is it really oka-ay for… for me to live?”

Damian’s arms tightened around her. “Always. Always, always.”

Marinette buried her face into his shoulder, taking a deep shuddering breath.

“Th-then… I wanna try.”

—*—*—*—*—*

Not sorry. Ha 😎

[prose-for-hire]

Bad to the bone

Part One

Pairing: Spike x Giles!reader

Request: Not really requested. Inspired and suggested by the 🏜 Anon !! This is a second part to ‘Bad boy, lunchable reader’ 

Warning: Bit of a rocky relationship with Dad!Giles, mention of reader feeling a kind of abandonment by him.

A/N: I’m not sure how similar reader is to the original fic (can a reader be ooc lol). I just wanted to show the softer side of their relationship despite the people around them being more hostile. It was really nice re-visting this one !! 

You ran, waiting on the kerb rather than in the house. You knew your dad wouldn’t follow you out. Not after that argument. You tried to just ignore what had been said, as if it had never happened.

You waited for the sun to set, knowing he would come for you as soon as he physically could. Your vampire. Ever since he had told you he loved you, you had been completely loved up. And everyone around you appeared to be against you both for it.

Despite it all, you couldn’t help your heart soaring when you saw him approaching on the motorbike that had suddenly come into his possession.

He grinned when he saw you, dismounting the bike as you walked towards him. He pulled you into a deep kiss. It knocked the breath from your body, his tongue meeting yours with a fierce passion. He always did this as soon as he saw you, just couldn’t resist it. Could never resist you.

He gestured for you to join him and you happily started to sit behind him but he paused you, brandishing something you hadn’t noticed what with his distracting kiss.

“On. Not bloody moving ‘til it’s on” He warned, coaxing the helmet into your arms and stared, waiting. When you didn’t put it on he spoke again, “Come on, stole it special didn’t I?” He encouraged softly. It made you smile when his tone softened that way. He only did it for you. You had always known his heart was softer than it appeared.

“Hey! You don’t even wear one, you’re treating me like a baby”

“Humans have skin. Soft, squishy parts. And you got the softest of all, pet” He said tenderly, moving his hand to rest against your upper arm ,as if in appreciation of said skin, “Can’t have you in harm’s way”

“Fine, but only if I can drive on the way back” You warned, putting the helmet on your head.

“Love-”

“If we crash you can do the hero thing, y’know, save me all vampire-style and kissing me”

“Yeah while all your bones are crushed beyond recognition”

“You… you wouldn’t kiss me if I was smushed into the floor?” You pouted, which made him tense his jaw. He loved you, God he loved you, but you didn’t half ask some stupid questions sometimes. You were so soft and unassuming though, you really wanted to hear the answer. He was a sucker for you.

“’Course I would”

“You mean it? You’re not just saying it?!” You laughed, looping your arms around him still stood beside the bike and pressing yourself into him. Almost hitting him with the extra padding around your head. You closed your eyes, so relieved that he was here.

“Just… come on, pet” He gestured behind him, trying to peel your arms from him. You just smiled a little giddily because you were in his presence and tried to press more kisses to his face through the visor. He looked around, making sure Giles or the Slayer wasn’t around. You weren’t listening so his tone changed a little harder, “Get on the bike or I’ll drive away into the sunset”

“Yeah, dust in the wind” You muttered with a pout but moved to sit behind him. He caught it but didn’t say anything.

You were clinging to him, his waist. He loved having you this way, driving you through the streets. Allowing everyone to get a good look that you were his. You leaned against his shoulder, the tension releasing from your shoulders the further you drove away.

You arrived at his crypt, a place you loved. It was a solace. You were able to love freely here. Without anyone’s unwanted opinions or fists getting in the way.

Nobody accepted your relationship and your dad was the worst. You had argued with him again. Just before Spike came to pick you up. It was becoming almost every day now. You wished you could share how much you adored Spike. How happy you were. How he took you to the library and sat there the entire time you were studying. How he offered such loving comfort. How he was there for you without question, without agenda. He was yours.

This is how you had ended up exchanging more infuriating words with your father.

“Look at him, Y/n, for pete’s sake! He’s bad to the bones of him!” He seethed as you tried to mention casually that you were staying over at Spike’s. You didn’t ask permission seeing as you had lived alone for most of your life until you had moved back in with him again.

“Dad, please, just believe me – I love-” You began, trying in earnest to get him to understand.

“You don’t know the bloody meaning of the world, child!”

“I’m an adult, Dad, I’m not your kid anymore!”

“No, I suppose you’re just some stranger I allow to live here rent free”

“I can leave”

“Then you should do so, as quickly as you can” He had said it in the heat of the moment and instantly regretted it. He was driving you further into Spike’s arms and he only comprehended this as his last syllable pierced the air towards you. Leaving you wounded, fleeing the scene.

Spike took your hand softly in his, guiding you through the grave stones and into the crypt he called home. Nobody would ever believe you if you told them how soft his heart was. All they saw was the big, bad vampire that had crashed into Sunnydale.

But he was good, no matter his faults. He was so good to you. He could get violent, you had seen the evidence from the fights he got into. But he would never let you see that. Wanted to protect you, make sure you were always safe.

He had been so close to trying to hurt your Dad recently. Giles had threatened him away from you. Shoving him hard into the wall upon realising he couldn’t fight back. Spike stood and took it. No matter how angry he got. He would have risked the headache if it hadn’t been for you. His way of proving he wasn’t backing away. He wasn’t going to lose you.

Spike hadn’t told you though, didn’t want to see you cry again. He hated to see you cry. Didn’t want to be the reason you were upset. He’d hide it from you, not wanting you to fall out with your Dad again. He knew how much his approval mattered to you.

It soon became apparent, however, that you were already slightly down. He didn’t press you to talk to him, just pulled you into his side. You had settled on the sofa in his crypt. He had cleaned up again, always swept around the crypt and tried to make it look habitable when you were coming over.

Wanted the best for you. Always.

You leant into his chest, not able to hide your frown now. What your Dad had said was finally sinking in. You didn’t know whether to ask Spike if you could stay here. Or whether this would only make things worse.

But this worry began to dissipate with every loving second you shared with him. You loved his jewellery. He often wore a single silver chain around his neck. You twisted your finger to look his necklace. Thinking, brow furrowing lightly now as you did.

He kissed you softly on the forehead before casting his eye back to the tv as he spoke, “Your old man again?” he questioned, knowing your moods as if they were his own. You just nodded, hiding your face. Nestling into the side of his neck.

He wrapped his arms around you protectively. As if he sought to save you from the world outside the crypt.

This is the man that was entirely bad to the bone. The vampire. A killer. But one who would never harm you, hated even a word said against you. Who would defend you even past his last breath. Who would whisper such tender love. Such sweet affirmations. His poet’s heart sung for you. You had found him writing feverishly. About you. For you.

You couldn’t describe it properly, but with him you felt safe. Safer than you ever had before. Despite everything you knew. He had told you his past in excruciating detail. But you still confirmed your love after. Because of the way he was with you. The way he cared. You knew something had shifted within.

He put something on the television as he pressed such tender kisses against your skin, trying to get you back to face him. God, he loved your face. He pressed his lips along your jaw, small kisses making a path of his love.

“Let me make you feel better, love?” He posed the question innocently but his eyebrow was telling you different. He loved to kiss the pain away. he was a big believer in healing through this kind of affection. He always wished to make you feel his love so intimately. He was the typical bad boy but you loved the bones of him.

Spike latched onto your neck, soothing kisses. Hands slowly roaming. He cherished every inch of you, sliding you onto his lap as he pressed further kisses against your skin. Your lips.

Wanted you to know that he was with you. But you never doubted this. His love always surrounded you. Like a quilt. An aura.

Suddenly this soft moment was shattered. This peaceful moment you held in reverence lost. Buffy had dropped in. Again.

“Get off them! Now!” She barked, an obvious disgust written all over her face. It made you both so uncomfortable. You loved so deeply and yet nobody could see through the attitude. The past he wasn’t ashamed of sharing with you despite always worrying about your reaction. You knew it all now and loved him more for it.

You didn’t understand how everyone else hated him so.

“Buffy, what the fuck!?” You muttered, she always brought this reaction from you now. You sprung from Spike who just moved his head a fraction to lazily glare at the slayer.

“Get up, Spike” She scowled at him.

“You can’t just come by unannounced and start slaying! It-it’s like Spike just coming to your house and starting to bite people at random!” You complained.

“He has done that…” Buffy said, crossing her arms over her chest, “Twice”

“Oh… right” Your brow furrowed a little, you were still getting used to the vampire thing.

“’S’alright pet, only a nibble. Like when I-” He arched a suggestive eyebrow as a heat ran up your face.

“Do not finish that sentence” Buffy warned before turning to plead to you, “Y/n, you know he’s no good. You know what he is. You don’t have to do this, to disrespect yourself this way”

“Buffy, I love him… he’s my boyfriend”

“Apart from the boy part, oh and the friendly part!” She rolled her eyes, “Come on” she grabbed your wrist and started to pull you away with her.

“Buffy, we’re not friends! You didn’t care to even know me until you found out that I was with Spike. This isn’t about me, it’s about… how you feel”

“No. it’s about you breaking Giles’ heart. Have you seen him lately?” She prodded, her tone turning harsh. She had tried to be understanding, played the concerned friend but she had given up.

She couldn’t understand liking Spike without hating yourself for it. Without treating affection as a transaction. He’s a demon. He had done horrible things and appeared to her to have no redeeming qualities. Apart from, admittedly, the fact that he was kind of attractive. Only in the right lighting, obviously.

“Yeah, I saw him thirty minutes ago when he threw me out of his house” You replied firmly. Your softness gone as she had made your life her business. Again. Buffy was so shocked she dropped your wrist.

Spike instantly got to his feet and moved swiftly to your side. His hand on you, he knew what this meant. He knew this would hurt you so much. You had felt distant with Giles for a long time, he moved away to basically raise some other kid. And left you behind. And now this was happening all over again.

You felt abandoned. Like he had created an entirely new family right here. Not made of blood but with the young people he helped all of the time. It was a secret he had kept from you and they had all been in on it. How could your own father make you feel like you were an outsider in your own home?

Spike’s hand was soothing on the small of your back. His eyes only on you. Sensitive to every minute inflection of emotion on your face. His expression held such understanding. Buffy looked between you, faltering only slightly before righting her face. He really did appear to love you. On the surface at least. His eyes didn’t move from you, his eyes glassy as he felt your emotions almost as strongly as you did.

He couldn’t help that swell of hope that you would move in with him though. No matter how concerned he was for you and your troubles, he was overjoyed that you might want to stay with him. To have you, by his side even in the day. To be close to you. Domesticity that he pretended he didn’t crave when you were around.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t realise…” Buffy offered. It was sincere. Of all the things she knew about Giles, she hadn’t expected him to parent like this. It was harsh, much harsher than he was on her even. She appeared to soften, want to offer a hand of friendship.

But Spike was already ushering her out of the door without her so much as collecting up her thoughts before she left. He hurled some choice insults out of the door with her before slamming the door shut.

He immediately moved to your side. Closing the space between you and allowing you to lean against him. He cradled your head whispering hushed assurances. That he would never leave you. That he would always look out for you even if everyone else turned from you. Which was exactly what it had felt like.

He knew this, knew your own thoughts as if they were his own. He didn’t like to admit it, although it was evident to you in abundance, but he was so soft for you. Especially when you were alone this way and you needed him. He was so comforting the gentle nature he shared with you almost made you cry. He continued to reassure you and held you to him through the night.

He wasn’t able to bite back any comments he had on your Dad, ones he had held inside for a while. He had never really liked that man.

Spike, this man who was so bad to the bone was your only comfort. All he wanted was for you to be happy, no matter what. He was soft with you where nobody else had been. He lifted you up, helped you carry on. He was yours.

You did move in with him after this, spending time together. It only made your relationship stronger.

You would make up with your Dad eventually. At your college graduation. He felt guilty, you had very rarely spoken to him since he told you to leave. He was protective, despite you having spent a large portion of your life looking after yourself.

He would never approve of your relationship with Spike fully, despite his assurance that he would never stop loving you because of it. He apologised though for his behaviour, something you hadn’t recalled him saying to you often. And something else.

“I’m proud of you, Y/n” He said, a hand patted yours. Your gasp audible. He had never said that to you before. It had honestly been all you had wanted to hear from him.

You still returned home to Spike though. You wouldn’t want to be anywhere else. He wished so badly he could have been there but it was the middle of the day. He showed you just how pleased he was for you either way when you returned. He was so supportive, even if you hadn’t made up with your father, Spike was all that you needed.

It wasn’t a fleeting love, you were his. For life.

[ginanosakka]

I Hate it Here

Masterlist

We Were Kids | Next

Moving you into Katsuki’s apartment across town took mere minutes, but everyday you spent there felt like years that you’d never get back. Everything felt too big and nostalgic, and the only thing grounding you to keep you from a panic attack, was Ryu being himself despite being pulled from school and transitioning to home school. He was just happy to be around his father all the time, immediately bombarding him with questions about his day the moment that he stepped through the door.

It wasn’t news that Katsuki wasn’t fond of comforting people, and the thought of him begging for forgiveness was laughable — but that brick wall you put up the moment you stepped through his threshold for the second time was driving him insane. When he was around, you were somewhere else in the house on the phone, or on the laptop you purchased and had shipped to his home as soon as possible. On the rare occasion he did see you for more than a few seconds, you looked drained of life. . and scared.

You were tough even when you two were young — the constant picking at you being quirkless might have made you think he thought otherwise, and he wondered if that contributed to your hardened shell now — but there was the rare occasion when something would break through your tough skin.

And it was always your father that did it.

Katsuki practiced his jabs that he tried out in training with Kirishima on the air, trying to make sure every moment was precise to recreate the amount of damage he dealt everytime. You had tagged along after phoning him and asking what he was doing, receiving the usual ‘I’m training and don’t give a shit if you come or not’ that you always took as a very hostile ‘yes’.

Usually, you’d make small noises of approval as he trained, and after yelling about you messing up his concentration but only getting a tongue stuck out at him in response, he had grown use to your annoying presence. Which is why he stole glances at you today when you were completely silent, and he found himself curious about why you didn’t even look at him as he trained. Bakugou was more aware of your every moment than you’d ever know, and he wanted it to stay that way, so he continued to only steal glances instead of confronting you.

“My dad didn’t tell me happy birthday.” There it was. The moment you’d break the silence and spill your guts to him with no coaxing needed from him.

That’s what drove him crazy about you; how you adapted to his pride and made being there for you so easy.

“He had Jun give me my necklace and money when I woke up, and I asked her if he made any plans to see me today. . She said he’s a busy man and I need to grow up. . Am I asking for too much?”

You looked up at him with every ounce of insecurity on full display, the kind of look he hated seeing on your face more than he hated seeing you in those stupid get-ups your mom bought you. Even he had said happy birthday to you, granted it was though text and there was no gift with it, but at least he had the decency to listen when you said that all you wanted was to hear two simple words from the people you cared about. It pissed Katsuki off even more that he knew you told your dad that’s all you wanted, and it didn’t take a genius to know that he didn’t do it on purpose. Now Katsuki had to be the one to pick up your broken pieces.

“Idiot, it’s not your fault that your old man is trash.” He grunted, turning away from you to stare at nothing so he didn’t have to see that stupid sparkle in your eyes when he said something nice.

That damn sparkle made his heart squeeze.

He was relieved to hear your soft laughter, “I guess you’re right. He’s better at bribing people than caring for them.”

If only he could tell you how true those words were.

“Shit.” Katsuki mumbled under his breathe, the realization of what was happening hitting him like a brick.

That day he went to your office, he hadn’t been there just to get a look at what you had accomplished, and the reason he got so riled up by your secretary was more than just being told he couldn’t see you. He had gotten a tip from Tokoyami that morning about a yakuza organization that was deeply involved in many missing people cases, and also suspects for the assasination of small business companies that were expected to outgrow large corporations.

That organization had your picture on the wall, along with pictures of those who were missing, and ones who had not gone missing but were on police watch due to the likelihood of them being taken next. Katsuki chalked it up to you being seen with him when he was a target for many villains due to his success in taking down and capturing villains with ease, and he let the most obvious point go over his head. He had just immediately wen to go see you to calm his nerves, not even second guessing his own answer that tied this back to the one man he had his own hit on.

The organization that had you targeted, acted under powerful businessmen in Japan. .

Your father was one of those powerful businessmen.

‘It all comes full fucking circle,’ Katsuki thought angrily as he picked up his office phone, knowing that he had to get his least favorite heroes on the case.

“I’m not asking you to take sides, I’m asking you to tell me the truth!” You hissed into the phone, and you could feel every ounce of your patience draining from your body and your tone.

It had been three days. Three days since you moved in with the father of your child, three days of feeling anxious and livid, and three days of trying to get in contact with your mother. For once, you could say that the least of your worries was Katsuki, and now it happened to be the life of your child again. You weren’t stupid — the moment Katsuki mentioned your safety specifically being threatened you knew who had put the hit out on you, and he wanted you to know.

It was your father’s way of warning you that if you even thought of exposing that you were his daughter that ‘went missing’,or tell them what he had done, you and Ryu will never know peace again. The knowledge that you were in his sights again and he still was just as ruthless as ever couldn’t even fully register in your brain, but you knew you had to do something. This was your baby’s life that was in danger again, and this time he isn’t living inside of you so you could have him with you at all times. You didn’t even know how to have this conversation with Katsuki when he didn’t even have the decency to tell you there was someone after your son while he sat in school. In fact, you were doing your best to avoid his presence so you didn’t cause a scene and scare Ryu half to death.

And your mother had the fucking ability to help you, and she decided this was the time to wave the white flag to involving herself in you and your father’s war.

“This isn’t something that I can tell you and your father not disown me too for, Y/N! Do you really expect me to risk my life too?” Your mother responded, and your grip on the phone tightened so much that you weren’t sure how much longer you’d have before it shattered.

“Yes! I expect you to risk your life for me, mom! I expect you to be a mother for just one damn moment in your life to save your grandson! If you can’t tell me what he knows and what you’ve told him, this will not only get ugly for him, but for you too!” You threatened with full intention of making it a reality.

“I can-“ as she spoke you heard a male voice in the background that made your heart sink to the bottom of your stomach before the phone went dead.

You paced the floor with a hand over your mouth to keep from screaming with Ryu napping in the other room, but this situation could only be fully resolved with risks being taken. The company you put blood sweat and tears into — you had long since realized you never wanted to start an entire company, but it was the best thing you knew how to do to make money to give your son the life he deserved — was going to have to be put in jeopardy. Your life, and more importantly your son’s life, would be in immediate danger once you decide to wage this war.

It’s father against daughter, and loser loses everything.

“You were really going to go through this again alone? You really piss me off sometimes.”

You whirled around to the door of the guest bedroom you were in to see not only Katsuki, but Eiji also standing there. It didn’t shock you in the slightest how pissed Katsuki looked, but Kirishima’s deathly stare had you frozen in place. Even though you knew in the back of your mind that their anger was towards your father, you couldn’t help but feel weak when two very famous pro heroes had their murderous gazes on full display for you.

“You don’t have to worry,” Kirishima said and flashed you a hardened arm. “No one is going to touch you or Ryu on my watch.”

Katsuki grunted, “I’ll kill anyone that tries.”

(A\N: So who’s ready to see full on angst, romance, and a badass reader? Cause I am ^_^! Also the amount of love and insight you guys give me on this story is insane and I still can’t than you enough 🥺 I hope you enjoy! <3

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