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purpleyoonn · 7 months ago

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The Line Between Love and War 12

C H A P T E R 1 2: PTD D1 AND OVERSTIMULATION

“It is said that the night sky is made up of tiny wishes that humans were never able to fulfill. That the stars only became bright by the fulfillment of those wishes. In your eyes, the stars that shine never seemed real, your childhood wishes dark and dim as you grow. But now, now you understand the twinkle in their eyes as they look down at you.”

Summary: Your experiences told you that soulmates were something you would never have the pleasure of having; something not given to you because of who you are, despite the soulmark that resides on your inner left wrist. During your solo trip to Los Angeles, you find out that you are more than capable, that your soulmates had been waiting for you for a long time, and would not be letting you go anytime soon.

Genre: soulmate au, bts au, idol bts, polyamory relationship, eventual smut

Paring: Idol!BTS x autistic!mc

Status: Ongoing (randomly updated)

Warnings: mental illness, talk of disability, lots of angst, miscommunication, feelings of depression, feelings of isolation, polyamory bts, stalking, dangerous behavior, eventual smut,

Chapter Warnings: the concert, overstimulation, shut downs, not much, lots of feelings,

Taglist: @azazel-nyx @yuzon3 @hannahdinse8 @quirkybtsarmy @mageprincess7 @fluffy-canada-pancakes @suckerforv @chaoticthingpizza @drissteele @carolinexkpop @avadakadabra93 @lachimolala22019 @justaweird0 @singukieee @welcometomyworld13 @toughbook @kimana122 @kpopmultistantrashsstuff @0funsite0 @joyless-living @sinceritythatcouldntbedelivered @elliott-calls @psychosupernatural

Masterlist // Chapter 11 // Chapter 13

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Previously on The Line Between Love and War:

“Alright then. We well let Sejin and Seungho know. For now, I would appreciate if I could have some pre-concert kisses from my littlest mate.” Namjoon reached his arms out, pouting his lip a little knowing it would cause you to laugh at him.

You struggle to get yourself out of Hobi and Taehyung’s embrace, who noticeably tightened their grip once Namjoon opened his arms.

“Heyyyy, not nice!” You whine, finally pulling yourself away and falling into Namjoon’s arms.

“But we want pre-concert kisses too!” Taehyung whined back, making you laugh again, hiding your face in Namjoon’s neck.

You could already hear Army beginning to enter the arena, voices and screams echoing as the pre-concert videos started to play on the big screens. Taehyung was sitting with you, having finished getting ready first. He was in the middle of making sure you were okay being in the security gates in front of everyone else. He knew how loud noises made you feel.

“Don’t worry Tae! I’ve got the headphones that Yoongi gave me.” You smiled wide at him, hoping that would reassure your stressed-looking mate. It didn’t reassure him at all though. He opened his mouth to say something else but was cut off by Seungho.

“Come on, Y/n. We need to get you to your seat before the boys start.” Seungho gives Taehyung an apologetic glance and nod before he starts to lead you out of the room. But before you can leave, you turn around and quickly give each of the boys a hug, not wanting to kiss them in case it ruins the make up the make-up artists spent so long on.

“Good luck! I’m so excited!” You tell the last part to Seungho as you hold your hands up to your chest, your fists shaking in excitement.

You went from traveling about a week early to experience Los Angeles by yourself because you couldn’t get any tickets to now having seven soulmates and being able to attend not just one, but all four of the PTD La concerts. Your entire life literally changed at the blink of any eye, or well, more like running into a wall.

“This is your first concert, correct?” Seungho asked you, not remembering if you’ve attended anything before.

“Yes!” You exclaimed back, your fists still shaking as you make it to the stairs that will get you to the ground floor and into the security gates in front of the stage. There was a good maybe ten feet between the security gates for the floor seats and the stage where the boys would be performing.

Hobi explained it to you that you would have a seat in the section right in front of the edge of the stage, and that it wouldn’t be close to the floor seats where Army is seated.

They were worried to say the least. While they loved Army, and trusted them with you, they also knew there were some “fans” who were not happy that they found their last soulmate, and that it wasn’t any of them. They wanted you to be safe, which was why they wanted you up with their family in the box. Obviously, due to your fear of heights, they had to figure something else out, wanting you to experience their concert like an Army.

Seungho escorts you to the seat set aside but you don’t sit down, to excited and pumped up. You stood watching the stage, taking everything in. It seemed way different than it did earlier before sound check. The entire atmosphere was different. You could feel the energy and excitement of every single Army coming in and finding their seats. Some even running down to the 100’s section.

What caught your eye though was the people who had soundcheck coming back down to the floor section, all running towards you. You startled, Seungho moving directly in front of you once he caught the movement of the crowd. You held onto his arm before letting go just as quickly, not knowing if he was comfortable with your touch.

Despite your aversion to touch, you felt safe with him; you just didn’t know if he also had an aversion to touch and you didn’t want to make him uncomfortable.

However, a single, subtle nod from him let you know your actions were okay, holding onto his arm again as you try to peak over or around his broad shoulders to see the group of Armies still running your way. You didn’t know if it was because you were directly in front of the stage or what, but seeing a group of men and women running towards you scared the crap out of you.

Now you understand how celebrities feel when fans spot them out and about, without security with them.

“Stay behind me please, Y/n.” Seungho told you, feeling you trying to peek around him. He had a feeling they were rushing for you, trying to get close to the barrier in front of you. He had been watching your social media, following the discussions and posts about you. You were well liked by a lot of people, and also not so liked by some. He didn’t know which it was coming for you tonight, and he didn’t like it.

You could hear your name being called; pictures being taken of you. It was weird and seemed a bit unreal, just like earlier when you did the Instagram live. You could feel some other members of the boys’ security team moving to help Seungho.

“Seungho, I think they are just excited. I don’t think they’ll hurt me. I have you to help protect me. Plus, there is about five feet between my seat and the barrier.” You were not going to lie, you were freaking out. But you didn’t want Seungho or the boys to have to worry about you the entire time, and if Seungho continued to try and hide you from Army, you knew that would happen.

He looked back at you, and seeing how serious you were, only moved a couple inches to the left, still in front of you but not necessarily hiding you. Taking a deep breath, and trying to hide your nervous stimming, you looked at Army.

“Hi guys! Please enjoy the concert! The boys have worked super hard and are so excited to see you guys again.” You spoke loudly, not wanting to yell in Seungho’s ears as he still stood close.

“Y/n! What song are you excited for?”

“Y/n! Have you completed the bond yet?”

“Who is your bias?”

You ignored the second question, and the others like it that were being yelled your way, instead, you tried to answer some of the questions, but didn’t want to make the night about yourself. This night was about the boys, not you.

“Please guys, the concert is about to start!” You decided to move back to your seat and not stand in front of the barrier anymore.

You were now actively stimming, your body trying to help you feel more comfortable with the attention and new experiences. Your fists were clenched in front of you, shaking fast back and forth. It was a stim you’ve been doing since you were a kid, something you did when you got really excited or happy. You tried not to, despite how much you needed to, because you always felt embarrassed when doing that particular stim. You had been made fun of before for doing it, so instead you rocked your body forwards and backwards slowly.

It took a couple more minutes before you could hear the intro starting, music slowly becoming louder until the boys came on stage from below. It also took the same amount of time for you to become completely overwhelmed and overstimulated. Despite your headphones, the music was loud and seemed to be louder than the screams behind you. The lights were flashing and the movement of the boys on stage had you practically shutting down. The stares you could feel on your back didn’t help, either.

You tried hard not to though, even though you know you needed it. Your boys needed this more. This was the first concert for them since the pandemic started and the went into the army. You knew they were happy being back on stage after so long and didn’t want to ruin anything for them. You wanted them to see you happy and not having any issues. You didn’t want them to worry.

You could feel the sting from your nails digging into your palm as you clenched your hands. Your voice gone as you tried to show some kind of emotion resembling happiness or awe on your face. You didn’t need Seungho trying to bring you back into the dressing room and alerting everyone that something was wrong.

So, you spent the rest of the concert rocking back and forth and mouthing along to all the songs the boys sang. Your nails were practically stuck in your palm and you were stuck in your head. You could tell the cord connecting your mouth and brain wasn’t connected anymore and didn’t know when it would again.

You just wanted Jungkook to hold you and rub your back again but figured you probably wouldn’t get that tonight. They would probably be too pumped up with adrenal after the concert to do anything other than want to celebrate with army like normal.

You could probably get away with cuddling up to Yoongi’s sweatshirt again as you laid in your shared bed. You didn’t want to bother them when they shared this excitement and happiness with army after so long. The last thing you wanted was to be a burden.

-*-*-

Despite being completely overstimulated, you thought the concert was amazing. You don’t think you would go to one again, but you could see why so many people always praised your soulmates’ concerts and performance skills.

You waited in the dressing room as the last notes of the last song play out throughout the stadium speakers. Seungho had thought it a safety issue to exit with the rest of army to try and make it backstage. So, he had taken you back during the second to last song.

You still haven’t spoken a word, and Seungho could tell something was wrong. Your facial expression was vacant and it seemed as though your eyes were glazed over as you stared down at the small table in front of you. He was worried.

You almost didn’t notice the arrival of your soulmates, mind gone to the stimulation you felt.

“Hey baby! Did you have fun?” Jin came up and sat next to you on the loveseat, securing the spot next to you before anyone else. It was a couple of hours until his birthday and he was feeling the excitement of having his birthday with his finally complete soulbond group.

But once he saw you, zoned out and not even registering their entrance, he had a feeling of what was going on. He was reminded of the closet incidence, your wide eyes glazed and unable to track what was going on. He moved in front of you, kneeling down so he could catch your eye.

“Baby?” Jin tried, but you were gone. He now had the attention of the others, and Taehyung and Yoongi made it over first.

“What should we do? Should we hold her like last time?” Taehyung asked, remembering how Jungkook held you in his arms and how the physical contact helped bring you back.

“Here, let me try something.” Namjoon took control, switching places with Jin who now sat back next to you. Their movement didn’t phase you, your eyes still glazed over.

Namjoon moved slowly, just in case you came back to, and moved so his palm was cupping your cheek. At his touch, your eyes became focused again and he could see how truly tired you were.

“Hi baby girl. Are you okay?” He knew you weren’t but he still needed to know if something was physically wrong, and you seemed to know his intention as you shook your head no. At this response, they all knew you were nonverbal; Jimin, Jungkook and Taehyung all watching from the back as their hyungs take over the situation.

“How about we go back to the hotel, and have a relaxing night, hmm?” Namjoon asks but stops as you shake your head, grabbing tightly to his forearm. His face scrunched up in concern, wondering what was going on through your head.

You swallow your spit, trying your hardest to push words through your lips, only for them to keep getting caught in the back of your throat. Finally, you manage to push through one word, hoping they understand what you mean.

“Celebrate.” You word is raspy, as if you had a bad cold recently.

They had just gotten back from the military only months ago, managed to plan two weekends worth of content and concerts for Army, and as only a fan could know, they usually celebrated the concert afterwards with a live. You didn’t want that taken away from Army, and you didn’t want the boys to break a tradition just because you got overstimulated. It didn’t seem fair in any way.

You would be fine; you always were before. Yeah, it might take time, but you would be fine.

Army needed the boys more than you right now.

“What do you mean baby?” Jimin asked from behind Hobi, eyes narrowed in confusion as he watches your expression.

You knew you couldn’t push out another word, so you grabbed Namjoon’s palm from your cheek and held it flat in front of you, using your pointer finger you traced the word Army on his palm, hoping he would get it. You even trace it in Hangul when he didn’t get it in English.

“You want us to celebrate with Army?” Namjoon finally realizes what you were trying to say, nodding his head as it clicks.

You nod your head in response but stop once you see the look on your soulmates faces. You could tell they didn’t understand why you were asking them that. Why you wanted them to celebrate with army even when you weren’t doing good.

So, you pull out the big guns, something Jimin taught you when Jin kept telling you no more ice cream. Jimin said it would bring out an immediate ‘yes’ from the hyungs every time, so you tried it.

You pulled out the puppy dog eyes and the lip pout.

An immediate round of groans sounded throughout the room, every single one of your soulmates looked away from you, trying not to be drawn in by your expression.

To seal the deal, you brought your hands together, folded in a way that everyone usually added with pleading words, but you couldn’t speak right now, so you held your clenched hands up close to your face.

Eventually, Jin was the one who folded.

“Alright baby! But we have some conditions.” He raised an eyebrow at you as you turned to face him.

“We’ll do the live as long as you are there with us, so we can see you and make sure you’re okay. You’re going to drink some water, and let one of us hold you until the live, because that helped you a lot last time.” You knew they were talking about the last time you got too overstimulated, so you agreed.

Maybe selfishly, though, you agreed to the terms. You kind of just wanted to be cocooned in like a little safety nest as you watched the boys do their live, maybe covered in one of their shirts or sweaters again. They always made you feel safe and comfortable and were slowly becoming a part of your collection of safe clothing.

“Okay, boys, lets grab our things so we can get back to the hotel. Namjoon, why don’t you grab out little soulmate and go get into the car, we’ll grab your things.” Jin clapped his hands together after moving the night along, wanting to get back to the hotel.

It didn’t take but a couple seconds for Namjoon to pick you up, his hands moving under your thighs and holding you to him so you were chest to chest.

“Come here baby. Let’s go.” You looked around for your backpack, only to see Seungho handing it off to Jungkook who had deemed your backpack his responsibility. You can’t fight him for carrying you this time, exhaustion finally hitting you as you tuck your head into the curve of your soulmate’s neck.

It was a good thing too, as you didn’t realize some fans had figured out where the boys’ vans were and had been waiting outside for you all to leave, phones at the ready to take pictures and videos. This also meant that it would take longer to get back to the hotel, as some fans loved trying to follow the boys to figure out where you all were staying.

One of Namjoon’s hands moved from your holding your thigh to covering your face, protecting you in what he considers a vulnerable moment. He walked faster, Sejin moving with him so he could open the door for you both before having a word with one of the drivers.

Even as you get into the car, and Namjoon’s sits down, he still holds you on his lap, crossing his arms behind your back so you were practically glued to his chest. He moved his left hand lower, almost touching your butt as he moves his hand under your shirt, making contact with your back and begins rubbing his hand up and down your back. He knew this helped you last time and it was one of the only things he had to go on right now as far as helping you out of your shut down.

You both wait patiently for your other soulmates, time passing slowly as you turn your head and watch fans take pictures of the van. You knew they couldn’t get pictures of you through the tinted windows, but you still felt a little vulnerable. You were unable to protect yourself in anyway, nonverbal and in the middle of a shutdown, and it was a little daunting.

You turned your head back into Namjoon’s neck, your head resting against his chest as you watch the boys all begin to make their way quickly to the vans. Jungkook, Hobi, and Yoongi made their way into your van, while the others went into the first one.

“Okay, so Sejin is going to separate our vans, each going a separate way to make it back to the hotel so we aren’t followed. We also have three deco vans waiting to draw confusion.” Yoongi’s voice was raspy and slow from the concert and his own emotions.

He, along with the others were feeling a lot of emotions from finally being able to perform at a concert for Army, but also watching you shut down from the very same concert. It was a lot.

“How is she?” Jungkook asks quietly.

Out of all your soulmates, Jungkook seems to have taken on most of the responsibility for your care and well-being on himself. He finally has a soulmate younger than him, that can rely on him and that he can provide for. So, for him, he has put the responsibility on his own shoulders, something his soulmates have already talked to him about.

“I’m okay.”

You were. You had just been relishing in Namjoon’s touch and had felt the connection build again between your brain and mouth. You still weren’t used to being taken care of, to mean something to other people, and you knew it would take a while but you loved the way they worried about you, the way they cared for you.

It was the same way you cared for them.

-*-*-

It had taken you over an hour to make it back to the hotel. There had been several vehicles trying to follow you, the final car getting lost at a traffic light about fifteen minutes ago. To be safe, the driver kept driving around.

Your van had been the last to make it back to the hotel, and when you go to the room, a small bundle of blankets and pillows, along with some of the boys’ sweaters had been made into a little nest for you by the far wall close to the kitchen. You were in perfect view of the boys as the couches and chairs had been rearranged so they could all be in view of the camera.

When Namjoon let you down, a bundle of clothes had been shoved into your hand as Jimin led you to your shared room with Yoongi and Jin to change. Jimin walked into the bathroom while you changed into a pair of your comfy leggings and one of Taehyung’s shirts.

After doing your skincare for you, wanting you to feel nice and clean while you waited for them to be finished, Jimin helped you back into the living room and into your small nest, bundling Jin and Jungkook’s sweater around you while you watched the boys set up snacks and drinks on the coffee table.

“Okay, now, don’t move.” Jimin pointed his finger at you, his face scrunching playfully as he tries to make you smile. And it works, a small giggle making its way out of your mouth catching the attention of your soulmates.

“Here,” he pulls your phone out of his back pocket, pulling up the live on it before handing it to you. “Keep an eye out for questions you think we should answer, okay baby?” He asks you, wanting you to still be involved in their tradition with Army. While he would rather you be seated with them on the couch, he knows it’s not what you need right now.

“I will, Minnie.” You nod and smile tiredly at his request. He smiles back, kissing you softly before pulling back entirely, Jungkook taking his place with a bottle of water for you. He stays quiet, kissing your forehead before moving to sit with Hobi and Joon on the couch.

You watch them as the live starts, hundreds of questions showing up on the screen as thousands of viewers turn into millions. At first a lot of the questions are about you, why Namjoon was seen carrying you out of the venue and some were even asking why you stayed seated the entire concert.

The boys said a simple response to questions about you. They agreed that they wanted to stop the rumors of any health issues or problems while they could, especially after Namjoon was seen carrying you out.

“Y/n is doing okay and is resting here with us after a long and overstimulating day. She had a lot of new experiences and is in the middle of processing them.” Namjoon spoke in his leader voice, glancing at you for a few seconds as he speaks.

The questions and comments continue, but this time mainly about the boys and the concerts and their upcoming plans. You even commented a few things, trying to remember what it felt like to be Army, commenting “I love you” and hoping they would see it.

You did that the entire time, finding cute little comments and even yelling out “Yoongi Marry Me” every time you saw it which did not amuse your cute soulmate who only looked your way while the others laughed every time. You also drank your entire bottled water, knowing that was one of the promises you made to Jin.

And in the end, once the live was finished, he was the first to go to you, picking you up out of your little nest and into his arms. You were feeling a lot better, no longer overstimulated due to your soulmates care.

“How are you feeling, baby?” You could hear the concern in his voice.

“I’m doing a lot better! You all always seem to know what to do.” You hug him tightly, kissing his jaw in a show of thanks.

“Well, I bought tickets for an amusement park for tonight for us. Do you think you might be up for it?” Jin couldn’t even finish his question before you were squealing in his ear, jumping from his hold and rushing to your shared room.

“I guess that is a yes.” He told Yoongi and Taehyung who were staring at Jin, seeing the entire thing before walking off to the room.

Jimin and Jungkook were already in the room, helping you pick out a matching outfit with Jin, who was going in a pair of his overalls and a white shirt. He wanted you all to match, but you and Jimin were the only ones who currently had a pair of overalls to wear.

You were excited, jumping in your seat as you waited for everyone else to get ready to go. You loved the rides and playing the games but you think your favorite was the food. You never really went to the fair often, which was as close to an amusement park as you had gotten, your mother thinking going to a big field full of people of all walks of life below her standing.

But you loved it and couldn’t wait to experience it with your soulmates.

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c0eu4 · 1 year ago

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OP81 | Crash ☁︎

Summary: After the biggest crash of Oscar's life, y/n go to see him at the hospital.

Warning: big crash from Oscar, panic attack

A/N: I really hope this will never happen to him :(

MASTERLIST requests are open

Her teary eyes are focused on the screen. The orange car against the wall, half smashed.

''You ok?'' She hears Oscar's engineer talking to him through her headphones.

He doesn't answer. Her heart beats fast. Very fast. She feels like she's about to break down, but she holds herself back, in case a camera is pointing at her.

''Oscar, are you ok?'' Repeat his engineer. She can hear his breathing, fast. He groaned in pain and finally responded.

''Uhg..I'm..I'm ok.'' She puts her hand over her mouth, no longer able to hold back the tears that flow gently down her cheeks. She cries even more when she sees him trying to get out of his car but he falls back, his arms unable to support his weight.

He finally managed to get out of his car with the help of one of the track agents. His steps are uncertain, he walks towards a stretcher where he is made lie down. He gives the camera a thumb up, but I know he's not doing well.

I quickly wipe away my tears before the camera focuses on me. I see myself, and I want to cry even more. I suddenly remove my headphones and head towards the private McLaren premises. I see the camera follow me for a few seconds then surely change the point of view.

She runs towards his drivers room even though she knows he won't be there. But she needs to be alone, away from the cameras.

She abruptly closes the door behind her and collapses against the wall, crying. She is shaking, like when there's thunder, like when she can't stop laughing, or like when Oscar makes her see the stars.

Her breathing is irregular, she can't stop crying. What if he died in the hospital? What if he's so injured he'll never be able to drive again? What if he gets amnesia and doesn't remember her?

All her thoughts are interrupted by someone knocking on the door.

''y/n? I know you're here.'' She suddenly stops crying and raises her head, tears streaming down her face.

''y/n, it's Nicole. Can I enter ?'' Oscar's mother has always been very kind to her, supporting her in all her projects, even the craziest ones. They have known each other for over seven years now. And she trusts in her.

''I-Its not l-lock..'' Nicole opened the door slowly and entered the room. She comes to see her and sits next to.

''He's alright.'' She said to her, rubbing her back softly as y/n put her head against Nicole's shoulder.

''They take him to the hospital. We can go to see him in less than an hour.'' Y/n nod softly, trying to catch her breath.

''Take deep breaths y/n, he's in good hands.'' Nicole showed her how to breathe as they breathe together. Y/n calm down and stay to chat with Nicole a few more minutes.

They finally get up and directly head towards Nicole's car. They drive pretty fast, Nicole would never have driven so fast in her entire life, but when it comes to her son...

They reach the hospital and are near to run in the corridor to Oscar's room. Once they are in front of the door, Chris waits for them. He took Nicole in his arm and talked to them.

''I waited for you two to see him.''

He entered the room first and Nicole followed him. Y/n do not dare to come in, too afraid.

''I..I will go to see him after you.'' She said to Nicole who nod and smiled at her.

Y/n go back to sit in the corridor, her legs shaking uncontrollably.

Chris and Nicole stay in the room for less than ten minutes but it feels like one hour for her. They finally get out as she quickly gets up walking towards them.

''Is he o-'' Chris cuts her off.

''I think he really needs to see you.'' He looks at her with a firm but also a sweet look.

She didn't think twice and entered the room. When she sees him, in his hospital bed and an IV on his arm, she wants to cry even more.

''Y/n..'' He moans in pain. She approached him, crying again.

''Don't cry sweetheart.'' She takes his hand in her and rubs it with her thumb. He didn't waste his time and put his arms around her hips, pulling her in a comfortable hug. He hides his head against her chest, breathing in her scent. She slides her hand through his hair, caressing his scalp.

''I'm sorry for scared you.'' She heard a little snob and she wanted to cry with him. But she knows she has to keep her head up for him, to not worry him even more.

''It's ok kitty. It happens.'' He cried even more. He loves when she calls him kitty.

''Don't be mad at me baby.'' He blames himself so much. He blames himself for not knowing how to manage his car and for scaring everyone. Especially her.

''I can't be mad at you my love.'' She reassured him, even if her voice was shaking.

They separate from each other and y/n sits on the bed, Oscar putting his head on her lap. She keeps talking to him, with sweet and encouraging words.

''It's ok kitten, you're safe now. And you'll be ok.''

''I disappointed all my fans.''

''You especially worried them.''

''I'm sorry.''

''Don't say sorry. It's not your fault.''

''I lost the car.''

''It happens.''

''I almost died.''

''You're overthinking Osc.''

He sighs and closes his eyes. She passes her fingers through his hair, playing with some of his strands.

''try to sleep. You need rest.''

He kisses her lap and quickly, she can hear little snores coming from him.

She looks at him and finally breaks down. She cried softly, trying to be quiet to not wake him up. His parents come into the room and her mother comes to take y/n in her arms. She cried quietly with her, caressing her son's face.

''Thank you y/n'' She looks at Oscar's father, in incomprehension.

''Thank you for being here for him.''

She just nods and her looks go back to the sweet face of Oscar.

After what seems to be hours, Oscar finally gets up. His head was against y/n shoulder, herself laying against him. Her left arm was behind his neck and her right arm was on his chest.

She looks at him and smiles, trying to comfort him again.

''You feel better?'' She asked him, caressing his cheek.

''I can't feel my body.'' She giggles.

''They drugged you with morphine.'' He laughed loudly.

''I feel like I'm drunk.'' She laughed too as Chris looked at them, amused.

''Can I take a picture of you two ? We need to tell people that you're safe Oscar.''

Oscar laughed again. ''If you want so daddy ahaha.''

Oscar never called his dad 'daddy'. And Chris sighs in amusement. He takes his phone in his hand.

''Oscar smiles for the pictures.'' I put my arms around his neck and smile for the camera. Oscar puts his thumbs in the air and smiles with all his teeth.

Chris laughed at the picture and showed it to us. I laughed too while Oscar started to play with my fingers. He bites it and I groans in pain.

''Oscaaar, you look like you smoked something.''

''Uhmmm maybe I dooo???'' He looks up at me with his little puppy eyes.

All good things end well. Even if Oscar looks like someone drunk.

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emmyrosee · 2 years ago

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doodoo fart 🦨 would you still love me if I was bald?

Rintaro doesn’t even get a chance to finish the water his sipping before he spits it back out, choking on it as he laughs aloud in front of his teammates.

The entire team turns to look at him, a brow cocked in confusion while he chuckles amongst himself.

Komori is the first to smile and chuckle himself, “something you’d like to share with the group, Suna?”

He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand before shaking his head, never being one to share your discussions with the group. He has an image, okay, and you being an absolute cracked menace is going to bring that image down one day- this, he’s convinced of.

“The better half’s just funny is all,” he says casually, watching his team begins to chatter once again in the locker room. Komori gives him an unconvinced, yet understanding look before letting him back to his phone where he’s finally able to face your

SENT is there something I need to be prepared for when I get home?

doodoo fart 🦨 depends on how you reply

would you

still love me

if i was bald

SENT I feel like this is a trap.

doodoo fart 🦨 you’re the one who leaves me alone all the time

im bound to fuck around when you’re gone.

Once again, Rintaro laughs to himself before he rises to excuse himself from the crowd. The possibility of you being bald is plenty to excite him and his amusement, wondering if you’ve done something unholy to your poor head.

He thinks you’d be hot with no hair. And wash days would just be such a breeze. Maybe there’s some merit to your potential madness.

He presses the small button to FaceTime you, settling up a small distance from the door- you’ve both been known to say some unsavory things, the last thing you need is to give Washio another reason to retire.

The phone rings once, twice, and a third before you answer, your ugly stunning face filling his screen. To his shame, his eyes immediately dart to the scalp of hair that still adorns your head, and he bites his lip as you cackle a victorious cheer.

He’s been duped by your stupid ass.

“I knew you’d take my bait,” you snicker. He laughs as he’s caught red handed, poking his tongue in the corner of his mouth while you laugh. “You think you’re soooo slick, like you aren’t obsessed with me. You aren’t shit, bro.”

“I’ve been letting you hang out with the twins too much,” he snickers, leaning against the brick wall of the stadium. “Though I would’ve scream-laughed if you answered the phone and was completely bald.” You snort and he cards a massive hand through his sweaty hair, “there a reason you triggered a panic response in me at-“ he pauses and looks at the clock in the corner of his phone “15:44 on a Tuesday?”

“Because you’re cute when you’re panicked,” you hum, and he gives you his signature blank stare before chuckling when you laugh. “I mean it! Your pupils go a little dilated, you card your hair until it’s all fluffy, and you get this adorable blush-“

“I got it, you pay attention to me,” he groans, hand scrubbing down his face. “You’re so embarrassing.”

“You love me so much, man.”

“Shut up-“

“Truly living rent free in that noggin.”

“I’m gonna tell Komori on you.”

“Good, he’ll tell you the same thing,” you snort, and Rintaro shakes his head, grinning, as a sign of waving his white flag. “Go back to practice, booger. I’ll bug you later.”

“Promise?” He says, smiling while you give him a fake gag.

“After that, I don’t know.”

“I’ll take those odds.” He chuckles again before murmuring a soft ‘love you’ and hanging up; he pockets his phone and makes his way back into the arena.

Bald or not, and as much as he hates to confess it, he does adore your stupid ass and the antics that come with it.

Ugh.

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perfectlyoongi · 3 months ago

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LONG-DISTANCE!TAEHYUNG who didn’t believe in long-distance relationships until he met you. how was it possible to maintain a loving relationship when kilometers separated you? how could you show love and devotion if you were separated by screens? it was impossible to love someone you had never been with. it was impossible to love someone without really knowing them. so how were people falling into this trap and deluding themselves with fake love? how co— wait. but you… you were different, weren’t you? you managed to attract Taehyung. you managed to make Taehyung question his entire sense of reality. but you weren’t there. you were in another world. but still… in a way, you. “tell me what spell you cast on me. i want to get rid of this curse and talk to you again without thinking about how much i need to be with you.”

LONG-DISTANCE!TAEHYUNG who always has a virtual date planned for you every month. Taehyung was a romantic by nature and, with you two being worlds apart, he had to find another way to express all his love and devotion to you. thank god there are several museums with online visits; thank god there were chat rooms with different games for you; thank god we lived in a time where the internet was the answer to all our prayers. once a month, Taehyung would take you to see and experience the world without leaving the comfort of your home, always guaranteeing and promising that one day all those experiences of yours would be lived in person next to him. “today we see this museum through our screens, but there will be a day when i will be able to take a photo of you next to your favorite piece of art just so you can see which of you is truly a masterpiece.”

LONG-DISTANCE!TAEHYUNG who writes down all the dreams he has about you in a notebook. Taehyung’s mind was in constant motion when he slept, taking him on complex adventures and strange expeditions. and, in so many wild dreams, it was almost a certainty that you would pay Taehyung one or two visits; and it was these adventures that Taehyung remember the most, sharing some of the happiness he had felt in the dream in real life. but the dreams were so many and quite confusing that before telling you, Taehyung needed to write down each moment of the dream in a notebook, making sure that nothing was missed and that everything was perfectly clarified. “this dream is going to be a little confusing, so pay attention. you were at the top of one of egypt’s pyramids, but instead of sand there was only water. so, i showed up there in a little hot air balloon and…”

LONG-DISTANCE!TAEHYUNG who becomes desperate with the distance between you. Taehyung swore he would start banging his head against the walls just to ease the pain he felt in his chest. why were you so far away? what cruelty did Taehyung do in a past life to be suffering immensely in this reality? would the gods be upset that Taehyung loved you more than they loved their immortality? were the stars jealous of all the memories you shared from past lives? would the universe itself be resentful because your and Taehyung’s love was purer than any of its creations? how could Taehyung live every day if you were so far away from him? he just wanted to hug you, kiss you, hold you in his arms, make you happy and make you feel loved and important. and he only wanted you. there. beside him. in this life. was this too much to ask for? “i swear to you that i’m this close to getting on a plane to go see you. i don’t care about my work and i don’t care about my friends. i just want you, i just need you. urgently.”

LONG-DISTANCE!TAEHYUNG who never says goodbye to you. it was a small habit of Taehyung’s, a small detail that always weighed on your mind: why did he never say goodbye to you when you finished talking? when you realized this little curiosity, you went to talk to Taehyung, a little interested in the possible answer he could give you. but, out of so many scenarios you created in your mind, none of them matched the reality of the facts. it was with a serious and expressionless look, completely offended by your question, that Taehyung answered you, giving a little clarity to your heart. “our story is not over yet. why should i say goodbye to it?”

LONG-DISTANCE!TAEHYUNG who offers you a stuffed bear and a bottle of his perfume. when the distance was crueler and there was a need to feel close to each other, Taehyung would ask you to spray the stuffed bear he offered you with his perfume. in a way, that idea of Taehyung managed to deceive your poor heart; when you hugged that bear with Taehyung’s scent, your heart fell into the illusion that you were next to Taehyung and, for small seconds, everything was okay. “i know i’m far away, that’s why i offer you this bear. it may not be very big, but when you spray my perfume, it becomes part of me.”

LONG-DISTANCE!TAEHYUNG who bought you a weekend in your dream city to meet you for the first time. when Taehyung showed you your flight tickets for the same day and the same city, you didn’t understand his idea; it took Taehyung to say that he would wait for you for you to understand that small gesture from him. he had remembered that city you so wanted to visit. not only that, but he also remembered the dates of your vacation. and booked a short stay in that city on your vacations. a stay with Taehyung. you were going to be together for the first time in that city that called you so much. your dream was about to begin. “just a few more weeks, my love, and then we can be infinite.”

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rae-writes · 1 year ago

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all for you...

Dazai x twin!reader

wc : 1.k

warnings : angst, ambiguous ending, major character death [not reader or Dazai], blood, implied prior emotional/physical/[light] sexual abuse

synopsis : "I don't want to play this part but I do, all for you"

a/n : I...apologize for this

“Well now…this is quite the mess to clean up…”

The splattered blood on the wall had begun to drip, sliding down the wood slowly and splashing onto the floor with faint ‘pit, pit’ echoes. There was an eerie, ringing, silence to the air and a tension that felt suffocating.

Something shifted when Mori turned to look at the two children who just witnessed the murder— they were no older than fourteen.

“You twins are my witnesses…from now on, I will be the new boss of the Port Mafia, and the two of you…will stay by my side.”

Fukuzawa Yukichi and Mori Ogai sat at a small, cherry-wood table that was decorated with a glass china set for the tea they were talking over; it would’ve been a rather amusing sight, if the conversation topic hadn’t been so serious.

While they both performed their positions as head of their respective organizations diligently- and extremely well- it was no secret that they were each getting higher up in their years. They thought it best to discuss who would potentially be taking over once they were retired together, as it would help maintain their mutual agreement between said organizations.

“Your best candidate is Doppo Kunikida, is it not? I was fairly certain it was him who was acting in your stead whenever you could not.”

You and Chuuya stood directly behind Mori, with a small handful of your subordinates a couple of feet away; similarly, Fukuzawa had Kunikida and Dazai behind him, with the rest of the agency’s core members on standby. The two heads didn’t really need them here, as they could very well handle themselves against one another, however by this point, it was more or less a tradition.

“That is correct. What about you? Surely you’re going to pick from your pool of executives, aren’t you?”

There it was. That nauseous dread pooling in the pit of your stomach. It sunk into your bones, forcing a cold sweat to the surface of your skin as, instinctively, your flight or fight response tried to take over.

“Actually, that’s what I wanted to talk to you about.”

The sounds around you grow muffled so suddenly it makes your head spin and the scenery melts down into a memory of the executive meeting held a week ago.

“Do not mistake my words. I will continue as the Port Mafia’s head until it is apparent I am no longer able to fulfill my role; even then, my presence will not just disappear. This is my home and the organization I’ve dedicated my life to. I’m simply implying that we will need a suitable replacement when that time comes.”

Rae glanced at Chuuya, finding him to be exactly who Mori was looking for. There was no one else in the room, or even the entire Port Mafia for that matter, who would be better suited to take over the position as boss.

“And Dazai Osamu shall be just the person to do so.”

No matter how sickening the feeling of fear and dread can be, anger will always be the secondary emotion. Even if that anger doesn’t last, it festers somewhere deep inside someone and builds until it’s crawling throughout their whole body— and suddenly it’s controlling them. It’s what takes over their mind like a parasite until it’s moving their legs, their fingers, their hands; until it acts on all those…scenarios in a person’s mind that were never meant to be born- that were only supposed to stay as impulsive thoughts. It’s then that the entire world a person experiences can be flipped upside down and drowned in the raging tides their anger brought.

It was that anger that had your body moving on autopilot while you just…watched. Like you were a prisoner in your own mind, watching something on the tv screen.

Your feet took a few steps forward before your hand was reaching for Mori’s teacup and slamming it on the edge of the table, shattering the glass. It left one big shard in your grasp. Your free hand had come up to the back of his head, fingers tangling in the long strands of black hair before yanking, forcing him to look at you with an exposed neck.

When his red-purple hues met yours, your movements became your own. A gasp tore from your throat as you took in the sight in front of you, ragged breathing making you tremble. It was now that you were able to consciously think about your actions.

And you thought about Osamu.

You thought about everything he had to go through— everything Mori forced him to go through.

You thought about that shine he had in his eyes that dulled over the years, only returning when he’d escaped Mori and the Port Mafia. You thought about the night he left, the way he cried over Odasaku and the way he cried about not wanting to leave you; you’d never seen him cry before. You thought about the hope in his eyes as you helped him leave and the genuine smile he’d given you two years later when you saw him again in the Agency.

You thought about Mori’s sick, twisted version of affection— or ‘love’ as he called it sometimes. About the way he treated the two of you. The way he talked, manipulated, used, touched the two of you.

As you gazed into the eyes of your tormentor- the man who was planning to drag your brother back to the darkness that had already consumed you- all that was swimming in those devil eyes was some warped version of pride; of satisfaction.

His voice echoed in your mind, words he didn’t even need to voice aloud because he’d engrained them into you, seeping disgustingly- permanently- into your core.

‘If I cannot have Osamu, I will gladly have you instead, my precious Y/n.’

With steady hands, though a trembling heart, you forced the broken piece of china into the flesh of Mori’s neck. And with a chilling cry, you dragged it across the entire expanse of his throat; his blood was now coating your face.

It would’ve been a rather amusing sight- the horror plastered across everyone’s faces…if the situation hadn’t been so serious.

“He…he was going to ask Osamu to be the next boss…and I couldn’t— I wouldn’t let him. Not you, Osamu.” Your voice cracked as you looked over at your brother, heart clenching when he looked at you with such…mortification. “Anyone but you.”

And Osamu thought back to you.

He thought back to all those times your eyes darkened in rage whenever Mori did something to him. He thought back to how you’d always yell at Mori for hurting him, whether physically or mentally. He thought back to the nights you promised him you’d help him shove down that darkness Mori festered in him. He thought about the promise you made him when he left the mafia: the promise that you’d be the one to kill Mori for what he’d done to the two of you.

As he gazed into the eyes of his twin sibling- standing with blood on their face after just repeating the cycle, all for him- he could see the fear of what you’d just done. The determination to be better than Mori...and the love. Love for him.

He should’ve known, his heart screams. He should’ve known this would happen, that you’d snap. He should’ve stopped you, he should’ve talked to you, he should’ve been there for you, because now—

. . .

After a haunting moment of ringing silence, the only person who dares to move is Chuuya Nakahara; the redhead kneels, sliding his hat off as he bows his head, “All hail the new Port Mafia boss, Dazai Y/n.”

#bungou stray dogs x reader #bungo stray dogs x reader #bsd x reader #bsd angst #bungou stray dogs angst #dazai x reader #osamu dazai x reader

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doudouneverte · 5 months ago

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Back to Home | Chapter five : Discovery

Pairing this chap: Wanda Maximoff x teen!reader; Avenger(variants)

Summary: Dr.Strange has a plan and Dr.Cho make big discoveries

Tag list: @darkstar225 @g-athenaathens @filmedbyharkness @nylevea @eletricheart @reginassweetheart @jono723 @lizlil

Chapter Four | Serie Masterlist | Chapter Six

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[Earth 717]

Silence was drowning out the entire complex. Wanda and Natasha didn't leave your bedroom; they spent almost all their time crying. Your aunts were not better. Kate tried to keep the team together while Yelena was pacing on the rooftop.

All the avengers were deadly silent. The only noises that could be heard came from Morgan's lab, where she was trying everything and checking the same data for god knows how long. After your moms and America came back, it was like time had stopped.

Tony was about to see his daughter when a portal in a wall caught his attention. Doctor Strange was finally back, and with him a little hope. It didn't take more than five to gather everyone in the meeting room, where Peter and America explained everything to the sorcerer.

Strange always told you to be careful around people who manipulate the time, and of course, usually, he would be a little angry that you took a big risk like that, but not today.

"How can I help you?" He asked.

"Actually, we don't know. We tried everything, but nothing seemed to work." America said.

The magician was intensely thinking before something came to his mind. "I think I have an idea. I can't promise that it will work, and if so, I don't know if it will help, but at least we will know if something bad happens to little Maximoff." Now every gaze was on him, wating for his idea. "But first we need to go somewhere else." He finished his sentence before opening a portal to Kamar-Taj.

The heroes were following him, a little unsure of what was on his mind. Once they reached a spacious place, he sat down.

"I'll need America, Wanda, and maybe Peter and little Stark." He said while he crossed his legs and waited for them to sit with him. Once everyone was ready, he started to explain his plan. "So, we know how much Y/n is usually connected with Wanda, and we also know that she's not in this universe anymore, which is why I need you," he said, referring to America.

"And why us?" Peter asked.

"You were among the last ones who were the Y/n when she disappeared, so you still have a fresh memory of her. I'll use my power to mentally teleport us back to the accident, and then with Wanda and Y/n's connection and America, we should be able to track her more efficaciously in the multiverse."

Everyone held their breath while a mix of orange and green auras started to cover the group. The memory of the incident started to play in front of everyone. They all looked at that until the moment. You were approaching Khrono after he pinned America against a wall. You lifted your knife, and when you were about to throw it, everything froze.

"Strange, something is wrong with America." Natasha said.

The brunette had her eyes totally shining, but not like when she used her power; it was different. It felt like she didn't control what she was doing. Wanda tried to reach her, but she could not do anything. The younger woman collapsed on the ground.

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[Earth 616]

Fury was leaving your room before seeing Maria Hill and Dr. Cho.

"Sir, you made two big discoveries; you need to see that." The doctor said and gave him an iPad while they made their way to his office.

"What is this?" The man asked.

"Scarlet's genetic code." Maria said while they entered the room. "Don't you see something strange?" she asked before showing the same thing on a big screen.

In front of the man's blank face, Cho started to talk. "I analyzed her DNA like you asked. I found two interesting things in her DNA. First the most obvious one," she typed on some bouton on the tablet, and two other genetics were now surrounding yours, "her DNA is the exact same as Wanda Maximoff and Natasha Romanoff. It's like…"

"It's like she's their biological mother." Fury said, and Maria nodded.

"But's that not the only weird thing; look at this," the doctor said before showing the genetic code of every Avenger. "Don't you see something different?" she asked him, and when he shook his head, she started again. "I don't know how to say that, it should be impossible, but there is no trace of any male DNA in hers."

"What do you mean?" the man asked, visibly curious and surprised.

"Usally, when two people decide to have a kid, there should be some trace of both genders DNA in their kid's DNA, whatever the gender." Maria said this time. "Even when a couple decides to go through IVF. But she doesn't. At first, we thought that her dad was someone who wasn't registered in the SHIELD or SWORD data base, but even if we compare with the international data bank, we have no match."

"It doesn't look special like that, but it's impossible even for us or any organization to do something like that. So we exclude Hydra and the Red Room from the list of potential places that she's from." Cho said.

"For a moment, we thought that she might be from another planet, but according to the data that Carol Danvers sent us, there is only one type of alien who can reproduce like that, but their DNA is closer to snail than human." Maria explained.

Fury was staring at the screen, totally unsure of what to say.

"Oh, and before we leave, I need to show you that." The doctor changed the screen. "This is a scan of Scarlet's power; at first, it's okay, but if we look closely, we can see some inconsistent gaps in her energy."

"Which means?" Maria asked this time.

"Two option. Option one, and maybe the most accurate, is that she's losing control over her power, which can explain why she almost kills Sam and the others while she seems totally non-aggressive toward them. And two, even if it's maybe the most crazy one, is that she may be slowly losing her power. The spider boy told me that he saw her falling from the sky just after a red aura around her disappeared." The doctor explained.

"Well, that's more than I imagined. Don't let anyone know about that. Not yet." Fury said, and the two women nodded before leaving the room.

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Peter was on his phone while a portal opened in his apartment. "Hey, America. What are you doing here?" He asked the young brunette.

"Peter, I think I just found something weird." She replied. "I was curious, so I traveled through the multiverse to find this girl; you know, to try to learn more about her. But there is my probleme I--" She couldn't finish before feeling a big headache.

"America!" Peter caught her before her body hit the floor. "Hey, America, wake up! What should I do? I can't go to see the avenger; I can't—Strange, I need to call Doctor Strange." He picked up America's body and gently laid her on his couch before grabbing his phone.

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You were staring at the ceiling, trying to figure out what happened, before you heard the door open again. This time, you sat up immediately and stared at the woman in front of you.

"I bet you didn't see that coming, right?" Wanda said before taking a chair and sitting in front of your bed. She stayed like that, saying nothing, just analizing you. "They didn't lie when they said you looked like me and Natasha."

"What are you doing here?" You asked.

"I can ask you the same question." She shrugged. When you didn't talk, she said. "Actually, I saw your fight; you're pretty good, even if you still have some things to learn."

"What do you want?"

"Me, nothing. But you, what do you want, Scarlet?" She smirked. "That's a pretty good name, no? I love scarlet; it's the same color as our power. And even more crazy, it's sound like Scarlet Witch." Her expression suddenly became more dark, and she stared at you. "Now come on, tell me, who are you, Scarlet?"

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chaotic-mystery · 1 year ago

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how about 85 from the smut list... "there are PEOPLE outside this door!" and 88 or 99 (I can't recall which is which) "these walls aren't soundproof, you know?" and the last one is the same vein, something about being quiet. Still, brings to mind being fucked up against a wall or on a pool table in a tucked away room at a bar or house during a big thing or when someone is in the next room. lol. I mean, if you're open to that.

A/N: LISTEn i'm sO sorry I took a million years to answer this, work is beating a bitches ass rn :(

Joel flirted with you sometimes and most of it was lighthearted, but everything he was saying that night, he meant 100%. He couldn't keep his goddamn eyes off you, the way your hair looked so beautiful and done so well, your outfit that made you stand out from everyone else there. Every time you'd stop to talk to someone new, he'd walk behind you and touch your waist in passing like he needed to feel your body tingle in his quick touch. It rushed straight to your panties and caused your breath to hitch for a moment before your brain went foggy and you forgot what you were saying.

He finally stopped teasing and sat in the chair along the side of the room, away from clusters of people. Your dad was at the other end of the screened in porch talking someone's ear off, so this was payback for Joel teasing you the whole night while you were trying to be a good girl for once. His hands rubbed against the top of his thighs slowly as you strolled over to him. He spread his legs further apart as he slouched slightly in the chair, his head cocked while he looked you up and down for the millionth time that night.

"Whaddya' want, little girl?" he asked lowly and took a sip of the drink in his cup, his brown eyes looking dead at you the entire time. You bent down and pressed your palms flat against his thighs as you leaned in close and smirked at him. "C'mon Joel, don't pretend like you haven't been eye-fucking me the entire time I've been here. Is there something you wanna say to me?" you taunted and leaned closer, your faces inches apart. His breathing got faster and it felt like your heart was about to beat out of your chest. Thank god you got lost in the sea of people so your dad didn’t see you cornering his friend like this.

"There's many things I could say to you, sweetheart. What I wanna do to you though- well shit, that's a whole different fuckin' ballpark. You wouldn’t be able to handle it.” He was quick with his comebacks, testing to see how you’d respond. The way his lips curled into a smirk got you going even more, it was a game to him. “Lay it on me cowboy, let me see what you got.” You whispered in his ear and stood up with your hands on your hips. Joel stood on his feet quickly, grabbing your arm and strategically pulling you through the crowd to the door and around the corner into the hall. He pressed his lips against yours roughly, his hands grabbing at every part of your body he could.

You backed up into the nearest room with his lips still on yours until your ass bumped into something, your dads new pool table. “Bend over for me, darlin. I wanna see how wet that fuckin’ pussy is for daddy” Joel muttered as he backed away a little and took another look at you, to admire what he was about to destroy. You dropped your pants to the floor and spread your legs, your hand coming from between your legs to rub your cunt, showing Joel exactly what he does to you.

His hand smacks your ass as he rips your panties in half with his bare hands, dropping the fabric on the floor. “This is what you wanted to hear about princess? How I’d bend your ass over this fuckin pool table and wreck that tight hole of yours? How I’d have my way with you and make you beg me to stop even though it feels so good you don’t want it to end?” Joel had such a way with words it was hard to be witty and on your game when all you could think about was him fucking your brain loose.

A sharp gasp left your lips as he buried his cock inside you, groaning as he felt you squeeze around him. “Fuck, bunny you’re so goddamn tight. Such a naughty little girl, making me fuck you silly while everyone is on the other side of the wall.” You half giggled half moaned in excitement and Joel gave your ass a firm smack. “Don’t go moaning all loud now, there are people outside this door, you hear me?” You whimpered in agreement as he began fucking you, his cock covered in your sticky arousal. Your muffled sounds turned him on even more as he shoved your head further against the velvet table, your cheeks squished under the palm of his hand.

“You think in between songs they can hear me fucking you, princess? These walls aren’t soundproof ya know? Think they can hear you bein a nasty slut for me, bent over begging to be fucked on your dads new pool table, tits everywhere on the velvet.”

He always knew how to make your spine tingle and eyes roll back, “yeah I bet they can daddy. I bet they can hear how good you make me feel, -fuck go faster Joel, please!”

He grabbed your shoulders for support as he rams his cock balls deep inside you. He tosses his head back, through gritted teeth he growls, “who’s your fuckin daddy, baby?”

Smut prompt list

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dickmedowndc · 1 year ago

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Misunderstandings - J'onn J'onzz x Reader

Word Count: 1,385

Summary: Working on the tower or in any vicinity of a hero was never a safe job – and while staff often got to avoid the worst of it, they were not always spared from injury. You had been lucky up until this point, managing to avoid the fray until one bad choice to switch a shift and help a coworker out. You got off lucky though, despite being one of the last to evacuate the room, you would heal just fine. At least that was what Martian Manhunter told you. But the coming days found him at your side more often than not despite being cleared, and you were unaware of the circulating theories surrounding the two of you.

Notes: Requested by @bellagomez-barriga (Tumblr). I really don’t know enough about the show you originally requested it from, honestly, but I tried to give you something close. I hope you guys enjoy!

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It had to be today. Of course it did.

This was what you got for willingly switching shifts with your coworker, not that you would have wished them into your situation instead – you wouldn’t. But it didn’t make the panic that set in along with the blare of the warning alarms any duller in your mind.

You weren’t even sure what the threat was. If there had been an announcement over the comm systems then you had certainly missed it. But given the way the speakers seemed to crackle with white noise, it was more likely that communications had just been jammed instead.

There was no real time to think as the sirens seemed to blare louder in the hallways, workers making a break for whichever designated safe zone was nearest to them.

A few remained at their posts stubbornly, either the more seasoned workers or those newer who just didn’t seem to fear whatever unknown was headed for the tower and everyone inside.

It wasn’t like you had much time to think on the matter, or even double back to your own station in some last-ditch heroics – though your survival instincts screamed at you to keep moving. Because a moment later, as you made it to the threshold of the door, the entire tower shook and groaned under the impact of something against the exterior walls. The force shook you off your feet and sent you colliding with the harsh metal of the door frame, effectively knocking the air out of you.

For a moment you couldn’t tell if it was the shaking of the walls or the force of your impact that had the room spinning. All you could remember was trying to get to your feet, every nerve still screaming that you needed to get somewhere safe, before blurry vision gave way to pitch black.

When you finally came to, the attack was over. You tried moving but the blinding lights of the med bay only made you wince, raising one arm to cover your eyes to try and relieve the pounding in your head.

“It’s good to see you awake.”

The voice was familiar, but it took a moment longer for you to place it before you hesitantly pulled your arm away and looked to your left.

Thankfully he seemed to block out the worst of the lights, and while you still had to squint, it only took a moment before your eyes finally adjusted. Before you stood The Martian Manhunter, seeming to check over your vitals rather than look directly at you.

“Do I want to know what happened?”

“When the Watchtower was attacked you were thrown off balance and suffered a blow to the head, it knocked you unconscious. Some of the other staff saw and were able to get you to a safe zone until the worst of it passed, and then brought you here to the medical bay.” Finally, he turned to look at you, content with what he saw on the screens. “How are you feeling?”

“Like I just got my head slammed into a wall,” you gripped, choosing to go back to closing your eyes as the headache steadily got stronger.

“Did you sustain any other injuries?”

“Only this headache and maybe my pride – depends on who saw me.” You risked a glance over to the Martian and noticed the uptick of his mouth for only a moment before his prior expression returned.

“That I cannot answer. You were already here when I arrived. But I may be able to find something to aid with your headache.”

“It would be appreciated.” You try to sound as sincere as you can with the pounding in your head, honestly grateful for the chance to ease the pain. “Thank you.”

“Of course, I'll see what I can do.”

At some point after he walks away you must fall asleep, because the next thing you know you’re waking up again to a nurse standing over you, offering medicine and a glass of water.

Thankfully you got off easy, especially compared to some of the others who had been working that day, and in only a few hours they let you out of med bay on the condition you return the next day for a follow up. Just a precaution, they tell you, and you agree, eager to get back on your feet. Especially since your shift ended almost three hours prior and the thought of getting to sleep in your own bed was sirens call.

Good things can never last forever though, and sooner than you would have liked you had been awakened by your alarm and set off to assist with the clean up around the tower. Besides, you were still due to check back with medical about your injury the day before. And that was non-negotiable, you had seen them track down people through the halls for less.

You shivered at the thought as you stepped into the hallway.

“Are you okay?”

The question shocked you and you whipped around, finding no one at first before glancing up, spotting the resident Martian halfway phased through the wall.

You blinked once or twice in surprise before nodding. “Feeling better, but I still have to do a follow up with medical today.”

“You were shivering a moment ago.”

#nicole writes #dc x reader #j'onn j'onzz x reader #martian manhunter x reader

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saphirered · 2 years ago

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Heyy!! So lately I've been in a very domestic, fluffy feel. SOOO NOW IM PROJECTING THAT onto this request rq teehee. I was wanting to do one for Percy, with season two out I missed the angsty gunslinger on screen. Set after the campaign, maybe during winter's crest? As of you and Percy coming back to whitestone for the occasion, its decided to round up all of Vox Machina. For a night of fun amongst friends, with a whole lot of ale to go around and stories to tell. Percy seems distant lately, staying more to his workshop and genuinely his own tasks. Not like his workshop isn't already a second room, it's just ODD to say the least. As the day rolls around, everyone starts to arrive at whitestones castle. With happy greetings and laughs, that night's activities begin. To sum it up , Percy proposes to reader. Thinking it would be a nice gesture to pull. Also cause I know this extra bitch would make a ring for you. I know it sounds cheesy but like hear me outtt!! The moment just sounded so sweet to me and I NEEDED to send this in. I'm a sucker for this cute content <3 Byeee Saph!!! :D

A proposal you asked for, a proposal you'll get. Fluff and cheese and all of the things. Sorry for the wait but I hop the 3.6k word count made up for it. Hope you enjoy and thanks for requesting! 😘

“I’ll be right with you, dear!” He’s spoken and shouted those words over the noise of his ongoing projects far too many times. Percy feels somewhat guilty for all but banishing you from his workshop and hiding this one secret project of his. He’s been so caught up in it; it has to be perfect after all. But that did mean he couldn’t spend as much time with you and his mind is elsewhere whenever he does leave his workshop. He’s seen your accepting but sad smiles whenever he wanders off. His heart hurts when he finishes late and you’re already in bed, asleep and alone curled up on your side because he missed yet another dinner. It’s reached the point where he’s been considering just spilling he beans. He doesn’t want to hurt you over some stupid secret but you’re so damn understanding and accepting. Of course you’re disappointed when he does join you for a meal and he informs you he has errands to run and won’t be back until late. You’d simply give him a kiss and wish him good luck. He’s barely seen you outside of your overlapping responsibilities. He just feels bad. But then there’s a breakthrough!

The door to his workshop slams open, or rather off its hinges entirely. Now very few people are able to break a deadbolted several inch thick heavy steel door clean off its hinges and that immediately signals him; it’s not you at that door. Given the shadow that all but blocks the light from entering He knows enough. He’s all but grabbed by the shoulders and lifted from his seat and can barely settle his things before he’s dragged out of his workshop.

“Come on Percy, you’re not going to let us have all the fun, are you?” Scanlan speaks in a sing-song voice when he’s pushed into the hallway and sees the gnome casually leaning against the wall like the arsehole he is.

“I was perfectly content finishing my work instead.” He counters but Scanlan wouldn’t have it.

“We’re having a night out, like old times! Let’s drink dry a tavern! Start some fights!” The gnome tries to persuade him and while anything coming out of Scanlan’s mouth should always be questioned, He can’t help but long for some normalcy. No matter how much he might pretend to hate the ruckus his friends cause which inevitably ended with them getting kicked out of the establishment, district or even city, he likes it and misses it. And before he know it he’s spiralling in memories of you, covering his back while he tries to fight off that minotaur barkeep, and the time where you smashed that stein in pieces thug’s head. He also thinks of the conversations you’ve had, the things you learned about each other, and the sometimes drunken ramblings where your questionable theories actually hold some weight. He misses it all. He misses the glint in your eye right before you’re about to absolutely decimate some card players. He misses your laughter at Keyleth’s horrible jokes, and your caring side when she has a little too much. He misses your little battles of charm with Vex as the two of you attempt to have the group drink for free and negate the expense of the damages done to the establishment or people.

Percy is so caught in his mind that he automatically walks with when Scanlan and Grog begin to move. He doesn’t even put up a fight. He’ll have this one night. He’ll enjoy it. Then he realises how bloody stupid he is.

“Excuse me. I’ll meet you there.” He turns on his heels but comes face to face with Grog’s chest.

“Nuh-uh! Pike said she won’t let us have any ale if we don’t bring you back.” Grog pouts at the thought of being refused ale. No surprise there.

“And what’s your motive?” Percy wonders out loud. He already knows the answer and Scanlan just raises an eyebrow implying the same.

“You really wanna know?”

“Point taken.” Percy shakes his head, takes a step back from Grog but that doesn’t mean he’s not craning his neck to stare up at him. “If you have to come along, be my guest. I just need to get something from my workshop. That is all.” Scanlan shrugs at Grog. Grog shrugs back. Scanlan shrugs again. So does Grog. Percy’s already sick of this so he just starts walking and they follow whispering not so inconspicuously. He still choses to block him out.

Once back at the workshop he engages the safety door; not ideal but at least it wards off snoopers. He walks over to his work bench, sits down and pulls open one of the drawers under it. He pulls out two bands of precious metal, notices they’re a bit dirty and quickly cleans them with a rag. He sees Scanlan peeking around the corner. The gnome knows not to enter his workshop but Grog has no such reservations, not even when he tried to ingest some very caustic materials.

“Ooh! What are those for?” Grog exclaims trying to peak over his shoulder.

“What? What is it Grog? Get out of the way I can’t see. Ugh.” Scanlan tries to look around the goliath blocking his view right now.

“Nothing concerning you.” Percy replies but Grog talks over him.

“They’re fancy rings. Super shiny.” He says and Percy just sighs, pockets the set of rings and gets up walking around Grog and back towards the doorway.

“You’ve been making some jewelled cock rings or something? I might have a commission for ya. Something with diamonds-“ Scanlan keeps going but Percy tunes him out. He’s had plenty of time to practice ignoring the bard after all. They continue their journey to the tavern Vox Machina had chosen.

The Tavern is already lively with people and music by the time they enter. The rest of Vox Machina had already taken up a table and safeguarded it from any thieves with death stares for those who didn’t recognise them. They’d already started dwindling the top shelf by the looks of it. You’re leaning your elbow on the back of Vex’ chair as she plays a game with Keyleth. You point at a card but in doing so, with some sleight of hand exchange it for Vex to gain the better hand. You haven’t noticed him yet, or so it seems. So Percy casually walks up beside you, lets his hand drift to your back to draw your attention and when you look over your shoulder, whatever words he wanted to say, fall completely silent. His lips part but no words leave. You chuckle and rise fully, brush your fingers along his arm and press your lips to his in a greeting.

“Hello to you too.” You grin when you pull back and Percy’s somewhat come to his senses. You pass some coins to Vex who takes them with a ‘thank you, darling’ and keeps playing her card game with the druid.

“What was that for?”

“Well, I may or may not have lost a bet.” You lace your fingers with his and pull him along to the abandoned seats only to see yours has been dragged off to another table. You have half the mind to demand it back but haven’t had nearly enough to drink to start a tavern brawl this early into the night, so you just push Percy to sit in the remaining empty chair and sit yourself down across his lap.

“Do elaborate.” His arm wraps around your waist as you lean over the table to grab the bottle of wine and an empt glass. You pour a drink and hand it to him while Pike slides over your own glass and you wink a thanks. She raises her cup.

“Vex said you’d walk through the door willingly because you didn’t want to make a fool of yourself. I said Grog would drag you by the back of your coat while Scanlan loudly announced our esteemed presence to this good folk in song.” He gives you a disapproving look. You hide your smile behind your glass. “Oh please, not as if it would have been unlikely.” The look fades very slowly as it only puts more truth to your statement. Were it any other situation he might have been the victim of just such a scene.

“I don’t get it! Why do you always keep winning?” Keyleth hiccups and Pike and you share a look as the cleric quickly takes Keyleth’s cup, downs it, and fills it with water before putting it back in its previous place. You exchange a nod.

“That’s because she’s cheating.” Vex might as well have shot him then and there given the look Percy receives at his comment.

“Are you calling me a cheater, Percy?” Her eyes narrow leading you to interpose yourself between the two; an easily achieved feat given you’re in his lap. You tap his arm, telling him to let it go.

“I’m merely saying you apply different rules to the game than commonly accepted.”

“I knew Vex wasn’t cheating.” Grog mumbles but gets his bubble burst pretty quickly. He still doesn’t get it though. An argument ensues though none of it serious. Keyleth tries to steal a card from the deck using her druidcraft but doesn’t pan out well. To be fair, drunk Keyleth and magic use have not and will never go well together, Voice of the Tempest or not. Before you know it some other patrons rather rudely insists you and your friends take this elsewhere or they’ll make you. You should have known the moment Grog smiled, this wouldn’t end well. And in a matter of seconds a fight ensued. It spread like wildfire like any tavern brawl does. You let them fight it out, stay seated with Percy as you two clink your glasses together.

“So how has your day been?”

“Uneventful until now.” Percy speaks casually. “And yours?” You bite the inside of your cheek in the way he knows you to do when you’re trying to formulate a nice answer as opposed to a more unfiltered one.

“Eventful. Given our friends arrived a couple of hours ago. You’re welcome by the way. I managed to keep them from exploring the clocktower on their own.” You take a sip of your wine.

“Oh thank the gods.” He breathes in relief. You spared him a likely disaster. “How will I ever repay you?” He adds a bit more dramatically. Maybe it’s the wine. You laugh.

“Marry me?” Were he less schooled in proper etiquette he might have spewed across the table. He looks around but no caught on, they’re too occupied in the fight. You’re content being a witness for now it seemed. Percy worries you might have caught on somehow, that you might have figured it out but you don’t let anything show. “I’m joking. Partially. One day. If you ask nicely but for now, think we should help them out?” You gesture to the tavern-wide brawl and save the bottle you two were sharing before someone is thrown onto the table and pummelled right in the face by Pike.

“Yes. You’re probably right.” He blurts out and downs his whole glass. You down the last bit of your glass, a large swig from the bottle and get up. You offer your hand. Percy takes it as well as the bottle as you help him to his feet. He feels like he is going to need that booze to deal with the near heart attack you gave him but before he can take a swig of his own he’s forced to turn the bottle into a weapon. Quickly he turns it in his grasp and hits it over the head of some man charging for the both of you. The man didn’t see the blow coming and glass shatters along with the remaining liquid inside.

“What a waste of a perfectly good chardonnay.” You pout.

“I’ll get you a new one.” He’ll buy you a whole cellar’s worth if you want. He might actually…

“My hero.” You joke pulling Percy aside and aiming a high kick at the face of another drunkard coming for the two of you. You peck his cheeks before the fight continues and you’re no longer able to have this brief bubble of solitude. You’re in the fray now but you’re in it together. Together and you kick some ass. It’s magnificent and just as he had thought, it does feel like old times. You’re having a grand old time. He’s not ashamed to admit you saved his ass when he got a little sentimental and couldn’t shake a certain memory or simply stopped to admire your magnificence.

But all good things get even better when the guard shows up and Vox Machina ends up running like some juvenile troublemakers. The guards didn’t notice who you were and you doubt any of you look like the respected and well known group of heroes in this state and so you took advantage of this. Scram! You ran and enjoyed losing their trail but as a group of stumbling oafs that’s an incredibly difficult thing to do and so you separated. You stuck with Percy pulling him into alleyway and street though he could have pointed out the fastest and quickest way back to the castle. It’s his city after all but he enjoyed living in this moment and when you pushed him against the wall a couple of times pressing close to him while trying to cover your own giggles, you were simply adorable. He was going to make this moment last. By the time you got closer to the castle district you’d been going so long what little booze you had had all but faded.

“So how about we continue this inside over a bottle of true top shelf from Emon? I brought some from my last visit. I think you’ll appreciate the vintage.” The two of you begin to climb the stairs of Whitestone Castle.

“That’s a fantastic idea…” You nod satisfied with his answer. “There’s something I’ve been meaning to ask you…” Percy can feel the blood pumping in his ears, his entire body is pulsing. He feels short of breath, and everything is just chaos but so right at the same time. You look over the city.

“Did you hear that?” You wonder but Percy gently grabs your chin, turns you to face him and standing level with you; the castle to one side, the town to the other. This is it. This is the moment.

“Tonight was quite enjoyable. I’ve missed times like these. My fondest memories are in the trivial things. I couldn’t help but reminisce-“ You smile and bring your palm up to cup his cheek.

“Is that why you almost got a barrel to the head and thrown through a window? Because you got distracted?” You jest and peck your lips to his briefly brushing your thumb along his cheekbone.

“I’m trying to say something nice and you’re making a fool out of me.” He returns in jest.

“Okay okay. I’m listening. Please continue proclaiming your undying love for me.” He lets his fingers slip into your hair and gives an ever so light tug. “Oi!” You exclaim and roll your eyes at him but smile. You’ve had your fun. He knows you’re joking but little did you know in part that was very much his intention. The irony. He’ll forever hold it over your head. As you would want and expect him to do. He needs to keep you on your toes after all, or you might accuse him of slacking on the job.

“I’ve not been the partner I should have been for the last few days. I’m aware of my flaws and you have put up with them, you’ve scolded me for them and pulled me out of my own insanities. You keep me walking the path I did not ever think I could. I owe my life, my home, my world to you and I could not ever repay you for what you have given me. I feel my life would be duller without you in it. I’d be lost with out you. Perhaps it is selfish of me to think so but I would love to have you at my side, to be at your side for the rest of our lives.” Rarely does he get you speechless. You always have something to say, some witty remark, some teasing quip or just some input. He’s always welcomed it. He always will but now it is your turn stand there wide-eyed processing his words, lips parted ever so lightly. You had been stroking your thumb along his cheekbone before but your motions had frozen. You try to formulate a response and he awaits patiently.

“If you’re selfish then so am I. Let us be selfish together.” You smile and pull him into a deep kiss. He still hadn’t asked the question he intended to ask but he’ll take this moment. He gets caught up in it for a while until he breaks the kiss. He leans your head against his, reaches into his breast pocket. Your eyes dart to the side but you decide to ignore whatever caught your attention. He takes one of your hands and within it you feel something cold and metal.

“Will you marry me?” Percy breathes. This is not what he intended or how he intended it to go but he couldn’t wait. He couldn’t analyse it to death. He couldn’t plan every single detail. This, this was just perfect. No grand displays, no banquet or a fancy ball. Instead it was a night out with a tavern brawl and a run from the authorities. It was perfect and now here, on the steps of his home, at the root of his life in this moment he entangles it with you.

You look down, at the rings in your hand; two of them, one beautifully detailed but not ostentatious. The set stones are precious and enhance the design. The other is a slightly simpler version, more muted but still beautifully made. You’ve never seen anything like it. They’re unique and that’s when you realise what they’re made from. Your first job with Vox Machina. Percy had given his share to Vex as he always tended to do with his earnings. She resided over the finances. You’d come across a beautifully made silver broach, large and very ostentatious made from platinum and set with the most gaudy aquamarine and diamonds. You’d told him he should keep it; because you thought it matched his eyes and should he ever need a rainy day fund, that piece would make him a king for a day. He’d kept it. He’d kept it all these years. The stones had been cut down to smaller ones and the platinum melted to form the bands. They’re beautiful. They’re perfect and you know Percy well enough he would have trusted no jeweller with this task. He’d have trusted non but his own hands.

“You made these?” You ask enthralled as you pick up the simpler of the bands.

“Yes.” He’s practically shaking in anticipation. You take his hand, and place the ring around his finger.

“If you even for a single second-“ His heart beats so fast he thinks he might pass out. He’d almost be more content facing the Briarwoods as opposed to dealing with this stress.

“Of course I’ll marry you.” Percy feels like he can breathe again.

“Oh thank the gods. I thought I might have fainted.” He chuckles as he takes the remaining ring from your palm and places it on your own finger.

“I’d have caught you.” The image passes through his mind.

“Before or after you had a laugh?” He never said it was a graceful image.

“Can’t have my husband-to-be mess up his handsome face, now can I?” You grin and press your lips to his entwining your hands. That satisfying feeling; of that cold metal against your skin, and feeling it on his, that’s something out of this world you could not have begun to describe.

“Excuse me?! You were going to propose all this time and made us miss like half if it?” Scanlan pushes forward, clothes stained by you don’t even want to know what. “I would have made an awesome show! We could have had fireworks, music, hell, I’d even teach Grog an interpretive dance.”

“Intentrepative what now?” The goliath seems more focussed on the leaking barrel of ale on his shoulder.

“Wait you’re engaged? To who?” Keyleth clearly hasn’t sobered up yet and is leaning on Vex who just pats the girl’s arm.

“Let’s get you sobered up, Keyleth.” She begins dragging the druid past you and up to the palace but not without a quick “Congratulations.” and the implication of leaving you to enjoy your moment.

“I’m officiating.” Pike follows suit and begins ushering the others forward as well. You watch them make their way up the stairs.

“That’s our life in a nutshell, right there.” You claim.

“I couldn’t agree more.” He takes a step forward and your entwined hands urge you to join. You do without a moment of hesitation, unable to wipe that smile of your face. Neither can Percy by the looks of it. That’s okay. You can be fools tonight. You’ll be fools in the morning still and when people come knocking. You’ll tell them to fuck off and be fools a moment longer.

“You sure you want to spend the rest of your life with me?” You ask jokingly.

“Oh yes.” That’ll do.

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dc418writes · 1 year ago

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✨Pairing✨: mechanic!Ari Levinsonxblack!reader

Summary🪄: The girls are growing up, and Ari doesn’t like it (Operation: Rekindle addition)

⚠️: mention of spider, killing of said spider, Ari being an emotional bean lol, pretty much all fluff💕

*Disclaimer!: although collage/visual created by me via Canva, I DO NOT CLAIM OWNERSHIP of photos used, as they were all found via Pinterest*

“Hey,” you smile answering the incoming FaceTime from your ex. Finally able to sit in bed after a long day of cooking and leading an entire kitchen staff, being surrounded by your soft, plush comforter is the closest thing to heaven on Earth. “Everything okay?”

“They don’t need me anymore.”

“Wait what? They who?”

Sitting on the side of his own respective bed, Ari lets out a heavy sigh as his unoccupied hand finds his forehead. “The girls. They don’t need me anymore.”

You feel relief shower over you - momentarily worried he was referring to his job - before you’re light-heartedly rolling your eyes watching him dramatically flop backwards onto the bed.

“I thought I had until 18. 16 at the very least…you know what? I blame that kangaroo they used to watch that would always go on adventures by himself and say how they were big boys and girls that could do anything on their own. What was his name? Rodney? Bobby?”

“..Robbi Hopper?”

“Him! Who agreed that was a good show for kids?,” he asks nearly making you erupt in laughter. You slyly move out of the camera’s view as if you’re just making yourself more comfortable - subtly giggling to yourself - before you move back into the screen gently clearing your throat as if nothing happened.

“Okay I’m a bit lost, so I need you to start from the very beginning.”

“I’m cleaning up after dinner right? And then I hear a shriek then a thud, so I hurry upstairs to check on the girls.”

“You guys okay? I need to come in?,” he asked after knocking a couple times. Slightly panicked hearing complete silence as he waited on the other side of their door. Soon there’s soft footsteps and Aliana appears in the doorway looking nonchalant in her pajamas.

“Nope, all fine. We just saw a spider and-,”

“Where?,” he asks looking along the walls and ceiling of the semi messy room. “Keep an eye on it and I’ll get a napkin.”

“No need, I got it,” Brynn states proudly holding out a crumpled tissue of her own. “I threw my shoe at it.”

“Oh..good job guys.” This is how it all started. They kill their first spider by themselves and next they’re off getting their own apartment and jobs completely self sufficient and independent.

No longer daddy’s girls crying out for him and wanting his comfort or safety.

It seems like it wasn’t that long ago one or both of them were running into his room scared of the “monster” outside tapping against the window. Their big, brown eyes and soft “peaseee?” easily breaking him down to let them sleep in his king sized bed.

They’re tiny bodies would scoot close into each side and hold onto his long arms as he tried to calm their worried, little minds with their favorite songs or made up stories. Soon all three would be asleep and that mean monster long forgotten.

How he missed those days that passed much too quickly.

“Dad? You okay?,” Brynn asks after throwing away the squished insect and noticing her father’s sudden stare into the unknown.

“A-Are you crying?,” Ali adds tilting her head in confusion at his now misty eyes.

“No no, I just uh..allergies,” he nervously chuckles quickly trying to wipe at his eyes. “I’m gonna go take something. Y-You guys get ready for bed.”

“…But we are?,” they say in unison, but Ari’s already out the door reminding himself to breathe and that everything would be okay as he moves towards his bedroom.

“And then I called you,” he finishes while toying with a loose thread on his comforter. Hearing your muffled laugh has him sitting up - admittedly a little too fast for his brain’s liking - now focused on you through the screen pressing your lips together with clear amusement on your face.

“Are you laughing at me right now?”

“Okay yes, but I swear it’s not because I’m making fun! Honey just because they kill one spider doesn’t mean they’re gonna forget all about you.”

He’s quiet, but you can see his little cute pout as he looks down at his lap.

“Remember when they learned to tie their shoes? I had them married off and leaving me to rot in a nursing home run by that evil lady from Matilda.”

Ari softly chuckles remembering that day. Of course in front of the girls you were so excited and supportive - like the amazing mama you were - showering Ali and Brynn in kisses and praises for achieving such a huge milestone. But he later saw the tears as you sat on your closet floor clutching their baby blankets to your chest while you hummed “Isn’t She Lovely”.

“They’re leaving me,” you adorably sobbed. Tears dripping down your cheeks as you looked up at Ari who immediately crouched down giving you one of his signature bear hugs.

“Yea I’m feeling pretty much the same right about now,” he states.

“And do you remember how maybe 10 minutes later they were running in the room wanting me to fix them a snack?”

He softly chuckles using his hand to push his hair from his eyes. “And how you practically trampled me to go do it.”

“Again, I’m sorry for knocking you down,” you chuckle. “But my point is that they’re always gonna need us. Maybe not for as much like when they were little kids, but still.”

“Yea you’re right,” he quietly admits. “I just miss those days you know? Everything went so fast and now they’re almost teenagers.”

“I miss them too. They gotta grow up though, it’s part of life.”

The light taps at his door already tell him it’s Brynn on the other side - who tended to drum her fingers/fingernails along the hardwood ever since she learned the movement.

“Hold on Y/N. Come in!”

Brynn’s the first to enter twisting a strand of hair around her index finger; then Ali with her tattered stuffed bunny firmly held at her side. Both common tells that showed you and Ari when they were stressed or worried.

“What’s up?”

“Nothing. Well not nothing but nothing’s wrong or anything,” Brynn answers making Ari lift his brow trying to figure out exactly what she said. “We were talking about the spider and how we didn’t know if it was a boy or a girl which led to us wondering if there were babies…”

“And now we don’t know if there’s more in our room,” Ali finishes.

“So can we stay in your room tonight?,” they ask in unison. Both girls in their matching satin, floral bonnets peering at him with those eyes that were dangerous in their own right.

On the outside, Ari appeared to be playing it cool lightly nodding along throughout their explanation. Internally though, you’d think he’d won the Super Bowl how overjoyed he was; practically vibrating with excitement.

From your side of the phone, it’s as if you could personally feel his mood brighten making you smile to yourself. He had his girls back and all was right in his world

Not that he’d really lost them

(And not all was completely right in Ari’s life. If it were up to him, you’d be by his side helping him through this instead of halfway across town. You’d eventually see that later.)

“Well, you guys are a bit too big to spend the night in here, so how about we camp out in the living room tonight? Then tomorrow I’ll check and spray in your room.”

“Okay,” the twins nod with content smiles.

“Alright go ahead and pick a movie we can watch; I’ll meet you guys out there. Oh, and say goodnight to mom,” he states turning his phone towards them.

They each say their respective “goodnight” and “love you” before bouncing out the door going back and forth about what movie genre they should pick.

“Hate to say I told you so,” you smirk causing him to shyly chuckle and rub at the back of his neck as he moves towards his en suite bathroom.

“Okay maybe I was being a bit dramatic.”

“No, you had a moment where you felt sentimental and that’s okay.”

Ari was feeling that quite a bit lately. Especially remembering your time together.

How things could’ve been so different had he never caved.

Gazing at you as you began wrapping your hair in your own headscarf, that feeling returns to his chest as a soft smile curls along his lips. “Thanks for always being there. I know we’re not together anymore-,”

“Not together as a couple, but still friends. So you don’t have to thank me Ari.”

“I don’t have to, but I am.”

Now it was your turn to be in your feelings. “Well, if you insist,” you shrug making his laugh deepen and smile a tad wider.

“Goodnight sweetheart,” he waves. “I’ll talk to you later.”

“Goodnight Ari.”

Who would’ve known at this stage of life you’d be in the friend zone? And utterly miserable

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With Him, All is Well

Fandom: EPIC: The Musical Summary: Polites noticed that Odysseus was getting a message from the gods or a headache when they were in that final battle against Troy. As the medic and the king's best friend, he had to follow him to Odysseus' new hiding spot to check on him. That was where he found the baby, the teeny tiny baby in desperate need of a new parent thanks to the war waging around them. Warnings: Infant death, graphically depicted complications in childbirth, trans man pregnancy, canon divergence, mention off-screen deaths, and heavy angst Word Count: 9,701 Ship(s): Polites & Astyanax

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A/N: So I was discontent with the amount of mpreg in this fandom (especially non-tertiary Mpreg because I wanna read about the EPIC characters and not people from other Greek sagas) so I decided that I was going to fix it myself. I decided to format it like this because of a scene in a movie called From Up on Poppy Hill where a mother of a recently deceased baby immediately takes the new infant she's brought and there's no way that baby is leaving her arms. I gave that to Polites because he is very quickly becoming my blorbo for this fandom. Make sure that you read the tags and take them seriously! I'm not joking around with these triggers. That being said, I hope that you can all still enjoy! Stay sissy and bitchy everyone <3

Polites knew that something was wrong the moment that Odysseus stumbled in battle.

It wasn’t uncommon for a soldier to lose their footing when they were scaling the sea-slick walls of a castle or trying to make their way through the slain bodies of their enemies. However, Odysseus was one of the best fighters within their entire army. He also hadn’t slipped and then steadied himself like he would have if he had just gotten a bit distracted and lost his normal grace. He had stumbled and then fallen down to his knee while gripping his head.

The moment that he had gotten back to his feet, he had turned on his heel and was heading off in a different direction than he had been heading before. Polites had been friends with Odysseus for almost their entire childhood and knew that he a relationship with the gods that not a lot of the others did. Odysseus was the chosen general of the goddess Athena and she spoke to him through his mind, sometimes sending him visions that would suplex him down into unconsciousness for a few seconds.

Polites was very worried that his friend was getting involved in something that he wouldn’t be able to get himself out of. He knew that Athena had done a lot to help them in the war effort, when she wasn’t chasing after the golden apple that had caused them to get involved in this whole mess, but there was a chance that it was another god that was interfering with Odysseus.

He wasn’t about to let his friend get into a mess without someone there to watch his back. He tightened the last of the bandages around the wounded Greek soldier’s arm that he had been working on and then sprang to his feet. He clung tight to the bag containing all of his medical supplies as he rushed through the fierce battle. He felt light on his feet and powerful within the moonlight as his own patron deity watched over him to make sure that he was not slain while trying to do his job.

He made his way up the steps, missing the spots of blood and gore from the battle that was still waging around him. He then had to pause as he tried to figure out where his friend had gone, but it was revealed to him when he heard the flapping of large wings and the angry voice of Odysseus. He took down the hall towards the room where Odysseus was, pumping his legs as fast as he could go so that he would get there before something happened.

“Ody!” Polites shouted as he opened the door to reveal what could only be a nursery. The walls and floors were the smooth marble that all of Troy had been, but in the center of the room near one of the windows was a beautifully carved wooden cradle. Inside was a series of blankets to keep the occupant warm. Odysseus was kneeling in front of the cradle with tears streaking down his face, and a massive eagle was seated on the edge of the window that looked towards the moon.

The aforementioned general pulled away from where he had been crying over the infant and turned towards where he heard the noise. “Polites, what are you doing here?” he asked as he stood up. He used the back of his hand to wipe up the tears that were still streaming from his usually bright eyes.

“I saw you have that vision and I came to check on you. What’s going on?” he asked as he stepped into the room and let the wooden door fall shut behind him.

“It does not concern you, mortal. This is a task that the King of Ithaca is going to have to face alone,” a voice said, emanating from the eagle sitting in the window. It boomed and rattled through Polites the way that the summer snap storms did when they rolled in from where the waves were lapping at the coast and threatening to swallow homes. He recognized it immediately as Zeus, the king of the gods and the most temperamental of all the Olympians.

He bowed deeply to the eagle so that nothing he did from then on would be considered to be ignorance. He had been taught from a very young age what he was supposed to do when the gods appeared before him or even when he was dealing with a very powerful spirit. His father had been very spiritual and connected to the gods, after all. “Forgive me, God King, but I have to stay with my friend. It’s not safe for him to be on his own when a war is going on.”

“Polites,” Odysseus whimpered. He looked so broken and fragile, which was something that Polites had seen a couple of times before. Usually that kind of thing had to deal with his wife and son, not the war that they were fighting. The reason that he had been chosen to be Athena’s personal general was due to the fact that he was cold and responsible when they were at war instead of being emotional the way that Achilles and even Polites was.

“What’s going on with you, my friend?” Polites asked as he placed a hand on Odysseus’ arm.

“The baby,” he gasped. “I have to kill him.”

Those words alone sent a shock of terror down his spine. He was a healer and a medic, he knew what it was to have to put someone out of their misery instead of letting them fester with a wound that was actively eating them alive. He didn’t know what kind of monster would have done something like that to a child, though, and why Odysseus would be the one that had to kill the child instead of one of their parents. “What? Why in all three realms would you have to kill a baby? Is he sick or hurt?” Polites asked.

“He’s going to grow up to become an avenger, he’s the son of Prince Hector,” Odysseus could barely get the words out around the haggard breathes that he was taking.

Polites stepped forward naturally and helped his friend into a sitting position. He stepped up to the bassinet and peered over the side at the little one inside. The baby did look a bit like Hector, in the way that every baby could look like their parents when someone was searching for the right pieces. “He’s a baby, he has the potential to become anything,” Polites argued. “The only way that he would grow up and want to avenge anything was if we left him here.”

“I tried- I tried to argue that,” Odysseus sobbed. “The God King has informed me that even if we bring the child with us or we send him far, far away, there will always be a way that he figures out who his father was and what happened to him.”

Something tugged at his heart as the memory of bloodied sheets and exhausted muscles pulled at the back of his mind. He leaned down and placed his hands underneath Astyanax so that he could pick the babe up and lean him against his body. It felt as it always did when he picked up a child, heavy and warm beyond what a normal human body felt like. He knew that this was right, that the baby belonged there. His parents may have perished in the war that was waging around them, but there were plenty of people in the world that were willing to help raise him to be a good and kind man.

“I will take him,” Polites said. “I know that Odysseus would not be able to raise him because of the involvement that he had in the war by being a king, but I had no such relation to it. I only served as a medic, making sure that my men and the citizens of the city did not die. I can bring him up be a good and kind man, I know it.”

“That is not the way that this night, and his future, will go. If the babe does not die, then he will grow to be a man that wants nothing more than to strike down all your comrades and those that you love,” Zeus spoke from the eagle once more. The storm that crashed against the stones of the palace ramped up so that strikes of lightning were the only thing illuminating the space that they occupied. “Odysseus must be the one to cast him from the wall, down onto the rocks and into the sea.”

“I will not let that happen,” Polites said, taking a step back. He reached down and tugged the blanket up around Astyanax’s face so that the chill wouldn’t get to him and wake him up. “Hush love, you must be quiet,” he whispered when he heard the whimper emanate from the baby. His heart felt like it was already bleeding within his chest at the idea of having to do so much as give the babe to someone else, much less giving it back to Odysseus or Zeus so that they could kill him. This was his child, even if he had only know Astyanax for a few moments.

“No one would be able to be a good enough parent to undo the damage that the war as unknowingly done to that child,” Zeus said from the window.

“Let me try,” Polites was practically begging. He knew that he had been rather crass with the god when he had demanded something without all the proper formality that he should have added, but he was prepared to do all the groveling and ego stroking that the gods required if it meant that he got to keep Astyanax safely where he belonged. “Please, I know that I can do it.”

He got onto his knees, though the child was still held in his hands. His head was bowed down so that his spectacles fell forward down his nose, barely hanging on. He could feel tears welling in his own eyes as he poured his heart out to the prayer that was forming. “Please, I swear that I will do everything in my power to raise this child so that he may continue his life without decimating the kings of Greece. Please, you must give me a chance.”

“You are overstepping, mortal,” Zeus replied dismissively.

The clouds in the behind the eagle in the window parted to reveal the crystal clear night sky. The stars, constellations of men that had once been heroes as great as Polites’ best friend and as wicked as the men that they had defeated, twinkled down at him like they were the ones answering his prayers. Polites turned his head towards the bright shining moon, marveling in the beauty of the sheer white light that was pouring down from the window. She was already here, watching over him as she always was. He may not have had the same relationship with his patron as Odysseus did, but Artemis watched him as closely as she could and helped him with the protection that he had done for many young women.

The moonbeam in front of him shimmered once, twice, thrice, before it turned into the aforementioned goddess. Artemis stood tall in front of the eagle, her entire body ringed the silvery white light that had been cast by the moon moments before. Her hair was tightly woven back behind her head, a single braid composed of all the ones that kept her hair manageable when she was on a hunt with her chosen few. She wore a white chiton that flowed around her like the night wind coming off of the tide. Her bow was clasped in her hand and the antler or a deer in the other.

“I’m afraid that this is where you are wrong, Father,” Artemis spoke. Her voice was soft and harsh at the same time, like a lullaby from a parent that was beyond exhausted. It was the most reassuring thing that Polites had heard in a long time and he was happy to bask in it.

“Daughter, what do you mean?” Zeus asked.

“I promised this young man a baby a long, long time ago. I refuse to deny him that joy a second time. He deserves the child and I believe that he does have the capability to raise Astyanax to be a good person,” Artemis said.

“Fine,” the eagle replied. With a single flap of his massive golden wings, he had risen into the night sky and disappeared. Polites only had a moment to wonder if the other soldiers down below in the battlefield had seen the god and what they thought was happening in the nursery.

Artemis turned after disappearing the items she had come with. She knelt before Polites with a small smile on her beautiful face. “Sometimes I still wish that you had been the type of person that could have joined my hunt, but this is a far better path for you and now I understand why you chose it. I hope that you enjoy your life with your child. But you must be careful, I will not be able to do anything more for you as you live on.”

“I understand, my goddess,” Polites said. “Thank you for giving me this chance.”

The shimmering from before grew so intense that he had to shield his eyes to avoid being blinded by it. When he opened them again, the patron that he had dedicated so much of his early life to had disappeared. He could feel the absence of her like he had removed a blanket from himself while he was sleeping during the night. It wasn’t something that was going to hurt him or prevent him from living a long, happy life, but there was a sense of comfort that had disappeared.

“I didn’t know that you were going to join Artemis’ hunt,” Odysseus spoke up as they both rose to their feet and prepared to go back to where the rest of their comrades were.

“You don’t know a lot of things about me, Ody,” Polites replied. “The time after I broke up with you-know-who was really hard for me. I thought that it would be easier to try and purify myself and join the hunt, but then I found that thing out.”

“Right. Makes sense why you didn’t tell me,” Odysseus nodded in understanding. The duo walked silently down to the main court of the palace so that they were with the rest of their friends. It was easy for them to forget about the gods appearing before them and what had happened in the nursery, despite Astyanax being curled up against Polites’ chest.

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The crew readily accepted that the baby as coming back with them, which might have been another gift from Artemis. She had said something to Polites when Odysseus was trying to calm down from the panic that hearing he was going to kill a defenseless baby had brought him. No one asked if Polites was the right person to be caring for Astyanax or if they were going to be able to support a baby when they were sailing back to Ithaca. They just immediately adjusted to it, a few of the men even arguing about who got to go on the main ship with Polites and the baby.

It was easy for them to stock up on the food that they needed for the first wing of their journey, it wasn’t like the Trojans were going to need a lot of the stores that were in the back of their army’s barracks. The problems arose when it took them a bit longer to find their way in the vast ocean than it had last time. The war had taken quite a bit of their own provisions and spoiled them due to how long they had been there, and they didn’t take as much from the Trojans as they had thought.

They spotted an island that glowed eerily, but they thought that there might be a sorcerer or cult of some kind that would give them food. Astyanax stayed back with Perimedes since that was the person that Polites trusted most outside of his best friend with his baby. On the island they found that there was food, but it was the enchanted lotus that would have trapped them there for the rest of their lives. They were able to locate another island with the help of Polites’ neverending patience and love for the world, but that had resulted in them being trapped in a cave with a very angry cyclopes.

Odysseus had Polites wrapped around his shoulders as he dragged his friend back to the ship. He wasn’t able to do it for any of the other men that had been closer to Polyphemus when he struck with his massive club, but he was relieved that he could for his best friend. Astyanax had only had his father for a few short months, after all. “Hey cyclops!” Odysseus cried, despite Athena shouting at him that he was being stupid.

Polites staggered to his feet and then vomited on their shoes. He definitely had a concussion, which was the least of what he could have gotten from a blow like that. “Ody, take me to my baby. I need my baby,” he mumbled drunkenly.

All thoughts of telling the cyclopes who he was vanished from his mind as he focused instead on his friend. He yanked him onto the boat and then told his men to row away from the island as quickly as he could. Perhaps it would have been better if he had killed the monster instead of leaving him mutilated and unable to do what he had loved, but he couldn’t think of that as he focused on his friend.

“Get him somewhere steady and away from the light, he definitely has a concussion,” Odysseus said as he handed his friend over to Eurylochus. The other man was taller than him by almost an entire foot and broader as well, which meant that it was easy for him to scoop up the tiny man and bring him belowdecks so he could lay down.

“M-my baby,” Polites managed to get out around the gagging. “Bring me my baby!”

“You’re sick, Po. You need to trust us, we’ll be able to take care of him properly. We’ve got a ewe who’s still making milk on board, so we’re going to be able to get him food while you’re out of it,” Eurylochus said soothingly. Odysseus was able to spy the scowl that rested on his best friend’s face at that sentiment. Polites had been nursing Astyanax since they had brought him on board, another gift from the goddess that had determined the baby was his it seemed. He was very protective of his baby during those feeding times like any parent would be, especially since it was their primary bonding time as Astyanax had been carried by another person entirely.

“Odysseus! Bring me my baby!” Polites shouted.

“I will, just lay down and be quiet while I get things sorted and get Asty to you,” he immediately replied. He should have continued to refuse his friend that desire, he knew that based on the look that Eurylochus gave him when he darted back onto the deck of the ship. Those words had brought back some fearsome, hard memories that he wanted to drive out of his mind or replace entirely.

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Odysseus had been seventeen the last time that he heard his friend be injured. Polites was training to be a medic, so while he knew how to handle a sword and a spear in the case that he was in trouble and needed to defend himself, he didn’t spar the way that the other Ithaki men did. It wasn’t often that the other boy got involved in the kind of thing that would result in him letting out the muffled moans of pain that signaled hurt.

That had been until now, of course.

The last couple months had been really hard on them both, but especially on Polites. He had been courting a young man that was training with the army, but as all young romances did it had resulted in a breakup that left them both completely heartbroken. Polites had hidden himself away for almost a week while he was mourning the loss of a future that he had desperately wanted, only allowing Odysseus to see him. The young king hadn’t been able to spend as much time with his friend as he wanted, which was why the next bit of information had been such a shock to him.

It was revealed, a mere month after the breakup, that Polites was expecting a child. They hadn’t been shocked about it since his gender and transition had been something Odysseus was by his side for, but it was another massive step towards that place of mental and emotional anguish.

Odysseus had tried to be the best friend that he could be, but he didn’t have the type of counsel that he needed to assist his friend properly. Athena knew very little about children and seemed to be under the impression that the child would be born fully formed from Polites’ head like she had been from her own father, a misconception that had been cleared up only when Polites had started showing noticeably. Ctimene had been wrapped up in her torrent of suitors and unable to give him advice, the same also holding true for his mother since she needed to be there to save her daughter from handsy men. Penelope had been his only saving grace when it came to advice for how to deal with the situation. While she had not been pregnant herself, she had been around women and men carrying future children so was able to tell him what things to avoid and how to comfort Polites when he was crying or upset about something.

That had been until he went into labor. The four of them, Odysseus, Penelope, Ctimene, and Polites, had taken a picnic to the fields surrounding the town so that they could have some time to simply be teenagers. Odysseus had been feeling rather run off his feet as he handle being king and the main support system for his best friend. It was nice to simply sit near the olive groves, smelling the wind as it blew through the fields around them and eating the divine food that Ctimene had snuck from the kitchens.

Polites looked uncomfortable, but he had since he had reached his third trimester. His belly was rounded with a child that would never know their father, but many of them knew that feeling and didn’t judge Polites for it. He was only able to sit without support for a couple of hours and completely unable to lay down on his back. Odysseus had moved his friend between his legs so that Polites could recline back and nap under the cool sun of the beautiful spring day that they were enjoying.

It had lasted about an hour before he woke and groaned. It was the kind of long, drawn out sound that immediately worried the warrior behind him. He had heard people make that noise when they’d broken bones or twisted a muscle almost beyond repair. He had never heard someone make that noise when they were simply sitting and trying to rest. He immediately asked, “Po, are you alright?”

“I think that I will be soon,” he replied. He forced a smile onto his spectacled face, as though he were going to be hopeful about something very dour once more. While it was his special ability to turn anything bad into something good, it broke Odysseus’ heart to think about him doing that about his own situation when he was obviously miserable.

“What does that mean?” Ctimene asked, her brows creasing in worry the same way that Odysseus’ did.

“I think that I’m in labor. I felt gross this morning but it kind of went away when we came up here so I thought I just had to relax. That was a contraction, though. I’ve had a couple of them while trying to nap, which is more than the practice ones I’ve had before. I’m finally going to meet my baby, which means that this is all going to be over,” Polites grinned. It made sense that he had said things were going to be better soon, he had been looking forward to the day that he was going to be able to hold his baby in his arms for months now.

“We should get you back down to the town then. None of us have the knowledge or prep to be able to help you with that,” Penelope said. She carefully began to place the dishes of olives and honeycakes and cheeses back into the basket that they had brought up with them. Ctimene helped her while Odysseus helped Polites to his feet, something that he had to do since Polites had begun to show noticeably.

They walked back down to Ithaca proper with only two contractions happening while they were walking. Penelope left to go find her siblings and father before she got in trouble for being away for too long. Ctimene ran ahead of them so that she could get the midwife and medical team taking care of Polites during his pregnancy before he arrived with Odysseus. When he did, the midwife informed him that since Odysseus did not carry the organs that would grow life, he was not permitted to enter the birthing quarters. Ctimene entered in his stead so that Polites would have someone his own age and a friend by his side while he became a parent.

The king had refused to leave, though. Most men would have busied themselves in their quarters while their nibling was born or while labors were underway, but he had been with Polites through all the most difficult things in his life and vice versa. Just because he couldn’t be within in the room, lest he scare off the goddesses of children and childbirth by having the wrong kind of energy, didn’t mean that he was going to leave Polites completely alone.

The heavy wooden doors blocked out the sound in the beginning. It was the small groans and little whimpers that it had been when he experienced the practice contractions or when they had been picnicking up on the hill. As time went on, the noises became more and more frequent until there was basically an unending tirade of them.

Odysseus had watched people come in and out of the room for hours. They fetched towels, sent soiled clothes to be laundered, and returned with even more fresh water. By the time that night fell and the labors within were truly underway, it felt like the young king was watching an army that had one foe to defeat whom was unrelenting.

He only truly grew afraid when the whimpers of pain turned to screams of anguish. He wanted to know what was going on, but he only managed to get some information after what felt like an eternity. A young assistant darted from the room with a mass of bloody sheets, which frightened Odysseus enough that he stepped in front of her, “What’s going on there? I demand that you tell me as your king.”

“The patient had a hemorrhage when he was preparing to birth the baby. We had to turn the babe within the wound and it knocked something free. Now please, Your Majesty, excuse me so that I cn get some clean linens,” the assistant said as she side stepped him and raced down the hallway.

Odysseus turned back towards the room and stepped towards it before he stopped himself. He knew that if he entered then the goddesses that watched over these kinds of proceedings might leave, which would put his friend at even more risk. He knew from his time with Polites, where they would share what they had learned during their lessons that day, that a hemorrhage meant a lot of blood lost from within the body. The idea of that happening while a babe was being rendered from someone’s womb sent a shock through him that almost had him on his knees.

He was filled with as much adrenaline as he was when he was sparring with some of the soldiers that he trained as king. He had to pace up and down the hall, only as far as the windows on the hallway wall that overlooked the courtyard in the center of the palace. He had to stay close by so that if something happened then he could be there for Polites.

The screams turned from those of pain, sharp and painful even to those not experiencing it, to the bloodchilling shrieks of someone experiencing the most sorrow that they ever had in their entire lives, Odysseus stopped dead in his tracks. It was the kind of sound that he had only heard from his mother after Laertes had forgotten Anticlea entirely. It was the sound of someone that had lost something that they didn’t even fully grasp yet.

When the door opened and another person finally exited, he turned around to ask what was going on. He had opened his mouth for only a second before he clamped it shut. Ctimene was standing in front of him with another bloodied linen in her hands, something heavy but very, very still wrapped up within it. Her face was ashen and her eyes were somewhat closed already as she bowed her head so that tears would not fall. Behind her was Polites, spreading out on the bed.

He wold never forget that sight for as long as he lived. His oldest friend was laying supine on the bed with a sea of red spreading out from between his legs despite the fresh sheets that had been brought to him not twenty minutes ago. His skin was shining with the sweat that ran down his body in well-traced rivulets. He was shaking slightly as he clung to the hand of the assistant next to him. It took a moment for Odysseus to realize that he was crying, to the point where massive rolling sobs were contorting his body into himself. Something bloody, black and veined, was attached to his body and being tugged on by the head midwife.

“What are you doing to him?” Odysseus asked, almost angry with the medical team that was supposed to be caring for his friend.

“Ody,” Ctimene said quickly, snapping his attention back to her and away form Polites. “You have to take the baby.”

“What?” Odysseus asked, his brows knitting together with confusion as hers had hours ago during their lovely lunch.

“Ody, take the baby,” Ctimene urged. She passed the bundle of sheets over to him and it was only then that he saw the baby wrapped up within the soft cloth. Their face was peaceful, tiny mouth parted just a little bit and eyes looking up at him or past him. The thing that really told him something was wrong was their skin, which was clammy to the touch and pale as could be. The child was as white as the sheet and just as stained with blood from their parent.

“What happened?” he asked, his voice almost stolen by the screaming sobs that Polites was letting out behind them.

“The hemorrhage almost killed them both, we’re still working on getting it to not kill Po,” she replied. “I was told to take the baby away, but he needs me. You have to do this, Ody.”

“Right,” he whispered. He carried the baby carefully to his body as he stepped back, but that was apparently when his friend noticed that something was more wrong than it already had been.

“Bring me the baby! Please, I want to see my baby!” Polites screamed. He sat up as he tried to make a lurch off the bed to get to the dead child, but he was forced down by the many hands of the assistants and midwife. “Odysseus, bring me my baby!”

The screams and begging to see the child followed Odysseus as he walked through the halls of the palace with the baby cradled in his arms. He didn’t know when the soul of the newborn would properly leave their body or how much they had remembered, but he wanted them to know that their uncle had loved them very much. He was honored to be the person that brought them down to where their body would be prepared so that they could pass into the afterlife.

He walked down to the edge of town where the funeral home rested. He knocked on the door and woke the keeper, who understood what had happened and didn’t say anything. He was led into the back where several other bodies, mostly the elderly and infirm, were being prepared for the funeral. He laid the baby down on the slab where he had been instructed to, watching as the sheet was removed and the newborn was cleaned of the remnants of birth. “Your friend had a girl, Your Majesty. Please let me know what name was supposed to be bestowed upon her for her funerary rights,” the undertaker asked.

“I believe that a girl was supposed to be named Chloe because she was due during the spring,” he replied. He swallowed down the knot that had formed in his throat to try and avoid crying. This wasn’t even his child, and yet the screams of his best friend were haunting him no matter how hard he tried to block them out and the dead body in front of him was seared into his eyes.

“Chloe, daughter of Polites. Please, say goodbye to her for her father. I know how the midwife handles things, but her soul should know that she is loved,” the undertaker said as he stepped aside. The baby was just as pale as she had been before, but she was now tightly swaddled in a beautifully embroidered blanket from someone that had donated their child’s things once that child had finished with it, precisely for this reason. Maybe there would be a time when children did not die before they took their first breath, but this was all they could do at the present time.

“Artemis, please take her soul and protect it,” Odysseus whispered as he leaned down and kissed the baby’s head. “Your father loves you more than anyone has ever loved someone, of that I’m sure. I hope that you find respite wherever you are going.”

Polites wasn’t well after that. He spent weeks trying to recover from the birth due to how much blood he had lost. When he woke, he barely managed to eat and drink anything around the sobs that wracked him. Odysseus and Ctimene used all of the free time that they had to sit with him and care for him alongside the medical staff still tending to him. When he finally recovered enough to roam the palace, he had changed. He was more hopeful about things than he had been when he was pregnant, but there was an eternal sadness in his eyes and a hole in hs heart. He recovered more and more with every day, but he was never quite the same Polites that he had been.

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“Are you sure that this is a good idea?” Perimedes asked as Odysseus took Astyanax back into his arms.

“I don’t think any of us want to find out what Po will do if he doesn’t get his baby back. Continue to sail towards home, please,” the captain replied.

“Of course, Captain,” the soldier replied quickly as he turned back to his duty at the helm of the ship.

Odysseus refused to look up and meet the eyes of the rest of his crew as he embarked on his mission once more. He could hear Athena in the back of his mind, “Odysseus, you and I both know that this is not a good plan. Polites has a concussion and several other injuries. If he tries to care for Astyanax on his own then it could lead to more peril for both of them.”

“I know,” he mumbled. “But you weren’t there to see the look on his face when I had to take Chloe.”

“You are feeling this too deep to make rational decisions, Odysseus. I suggest that you take my council since your own mind cannot be trusted in this matter,” Athena replied. Her voice had long since stopped sounding as booming and imposing as the other gods that he had spoken to. Artemis had sounded like the tinkling of the water in a brook as it ran over the pebbles within the bed. Zeus’ voice had sounded, appropriately, like the cracking of thunder and the raging of waves against the shore. Athena sounded like an old friend, comforting and familiar despite the eerie roboticism about the entire thing. If he hadn’t known her to come back from war with her own wounds, he would have asked if she was one of the famous automatons that her brother made.

“He’s my friend, Athena. I’m not going to keep his child from him. I will make someone stay with him, both to tend to his wounds and to care for the baby under his instructions,” he said. They had a set of around twenty medics that had accompanied with them to the war in Troy. They had lost five of them, and the other fourteen were spread out amongst the fleet so that if someone were injured or sick then they could be tended to. However, the rest of the men knew enough about children from their own families and medical care from the basics that they had been taught while training in the army to keep the duo alive.

Athena went quiet after that. He had either offended her, something that he found himself doing more and more now that he had seen the terrors of war, or he had come up with a plan that satiated her enough to let him be. He couldn’t bring himself to care in that very moment as he slipped belowdecks and to the hammock where they had placed Polites. One of the many buckets for refuse had been placed next to him so that if he were to be sick again there was something that they could do about it.

“Did you bring her- I mean, him?” Polites asked.

At the sound of his father’s voice, Astyanax woke up enough to gurgle and babble happily. His fat little hands grasped at the front of Odysseus’ chiton as he looked for food. It was well known around the crew how much the babe liked to comfort nurse and he hadn’t been allowed to for longer than he had since they had embarked on their journey. “I did, just like you asked. I want to make sure that you won’t drop him when I hand him over so I’m going to ask and I want a real answer. How are you feeling, old friend?” Odysseus asked.

“Well enough to hold my child. The nausea is gone, my sensitivity to light is waning every moment. Please, I know he’s hungry,” he reached his hands out for the baby.

Odysseus carefully handed Astyanax over to his parent and then sat down beside some of the other soldiers. They had lost twelve good men on the island of the cyclopes, but Odysseus couldn’t thank the gods enough that Polites had only been clipped by the club instead of squashed by it.

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They encountered one of the worst storms that Odysseus had ever heard of when they departed from the island of the cyclopes. Polites was still not doing well even if he was very rapidly improving, so he and Astyanax were belowdecks and huddled away from the dripping cold rain of the storm. It was the only thing that allowed him to focus instead on the walls of water that would swell from the sea and then crash down around or on top of the boats that his fleet contained. He managed to guide them through the worst of the storm until they found the home of the wind god.

He returned to his boat with a bag clutched in his hands, containing the storm that they had just battled through. He should have known that no help would come without a price, Athena had taught him that long before she had left. The minions of the wind god had come down with him and undermined his attempts to explain what was in the bag and why they couldn’t open it.

The look that Eurylochus had given the bag had made his stomach clench in horror, so he had immediately rushed belowdecks so that he could discuss the matter with his best friend. Polites was sitting in the captain’s cabin with his babe nursing happily. He looked up when he saw Odysseus and smiled easily, as if he hadn’t had that horrendous nightmare the night before they hit the storm. “Ody, you look worried. Come in and tell me what’s troubling you,” Polites immediately said.

“I didn’t mean to interrupt you while you were nursing. I know that’s a very important time for you and Astyanax,” Odysseus said. He ran his thumb down the seam of the bag in his hand, just to reassure himself that it was the same one that he had been sent down from the island with.

“I’m bored and need something to take my mind off how thirsty this makes me. Please come and sit so that we can chat,” Polites said.

Odysseus would have offered to get him some more water, but they were having to provision it very severely on his specific ship. The storm had ruined the rain barrels were they normally got some of their water, the waves had saturated them with salt water enough to make even the sturdiest stomachs sick with it. Instead, he sat down on the stool across from his friend and explained what had happened to him on the island.

“We can take it in shifts! No one is going to come and try to take it from me, I’m their healer and I was injured,” Polites immediately replied. He was so chipper about it and truly believed the goodness in people, Odysseus had often wished that he could have even a portion of the eternal optimism that his friend did.

Things went on like that for a long while. Odysseus carried the bag around with him during the day as he ordered his crew where they were supposed to sail and settled disputes with rations. Polites slept with Astyanax belowdecks during those times, the baby had become rather cranky being cooped up and not walked as much as he had been during the first leg of their journey. At night, Odysseus would rest and dream of his wife and the son that he had never truly gotten to know before he left. Polites would take the wind bag and pace the deck with his son in his arms to soothe him into some semblance of sleep.

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They sailed for a while more before they came across another island. Odysseus told Eurylochus to go with some of the other men, mostly captains from the other boats, to scope out the island and see if it was safe. When they returned, they said that they had foud a massive palace full of beautiful and powerful women. Some of the men had stayed behind to indulge in the foods that were being offered while most of them had returned to tell of what they had found.

Polites was up with Astyanax in his arms, having recovered from his concussion after a queasy couple of days spent belowdecks. Odysseus walked beside his friend as they made their way through the well manicured gardens that surrounded the grand palace that sat at the center of the island. A woman with long black hair, woven into a series of intricate loops and spirals upon her head, stood in the doorway of the palace. Eurylochus had been right to say that she was powerful in her magic, it radiated off of her and not just because her chiton barely hide the tattoos that were scattered across her skin.

The smile that she had on her face faltered and then changed when she turned her head towards Polites and the baby. “My, that’s not a sight that we see often,” she commented. “My name is Circe, I am queen of this land and I came to welcome you and the rest of your crew into my home.”

“That’s very kind of you, thank you very much,” Polites said. “I was hoping that you’d have some scraps of cloth that we could use to make new clothing and nappies for my son here. He hasn’t had a lot while we’ve been trying to get back home.”

“We can give him something far better than scraps of cloth,” Circe replied. She spoke to a gaggle of girls behind her, their hair all drab brown and gray but their faces beautiful nonetheless. “Right, girls?”

“Of course we can! We love babies,” one of the women said. “Should we go and handle the situation like we usually do or a bit different?”

“I would like it if you specifically could go to the pig pen and retrieve Odysseus’ men. I know that boar fighting is very interesting to men, especially ones that have been to war, but it’s very important that they’re all in one place so that we can host them best,” Circe replied. She turned back to the massive crowd of men and then motioned for them to enter her guest hall.

Once they were all inside of the warm walls of her home, she clapped her hands together and they went entirely silent. “I am the sorceress Circe, queen of this island and protector of all these nymphs. I continue female life forward and halt male when it threatens them. I am allowing you to stay within my halls and take some of my provisions for your trip only because you carry the child that Artemis spoke about when she and her hunters last stayed with us. If any of you touch my daughters or hurt them in any way, then you will never stop learning a new meaning to the word pain.”

The message behind wasn’t hidden by anything. They understood that this was something new for her, she usually did away with the men that came to visit her island and they were getting special treatment because of Polites and Astyanax. Odysseus looked out over his men to make sure that they were all going to behave themselves and he wasn’t going to have to turn the other cheek and allow Circe to do whatever magic she usually performed on men.

The entire time that they stayed with the witch, the nymphs that wandered the halls of the palace were completely enamored with the babe on Polites’ lap. He allowed a few of them to hold Astyanax when they were directly in front of him, but he was the only one that cared for his son outside of someone minding the little one while he was eating. Astyanax was enamored with all of the attention that he was getting, especially by people with such shiny hair and different looking faces. He would babble at them and reach for things that they didn’t want him tugging on. He was always very happy to be back in Polites’ arms, however.

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They reached Ithaca only a few short months after they had departed from Troy. They would have arrived a lot sooner had it not been for the times that they had to stop and stock up on something on the way there. There was a massive parade held for them where family and friends of the soldiers that he brought back flocked to their loved ones. He didn’t mind that the crowd got smaller and smaller as they moved closer to his palace. By the time that they were standing on the marble steps that led up to his home, Odysseus was flanked by his two closest friends and Astyanax in Polites’ arms.

“You’re home!” Penelope called down the steps. She flowed as elegantly as any goddess would as she made her way down the stairs, closing the short distance between the two of them. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and then peppered kisses all over his face so that he knew just how loved she was. Telemachus wasn’t far behind her, bright eyes already shining as he began to ask Odysseus questions about what his journey had been like and what his favorite things were.

His son was already ten years old, which broke his heart. He had been trapped on a boat with Astyanax for months now, so he knew about all the things that he had missed while he was away. It was uncommon for children that young to be in court because they could not control themselves when it came to making sounds. He had learned so much about the development that babies made during their first year of life, but he had also learned about some of the things that his son had definitively gone through while he had been away at war.

He had a chance to get to know Telemachus as he grew, though. Odysseus may not have had the Goddess of Wisdom whispering in his ear constantly anymore, but he was smart enough to know that Astyanax and Polites had been the only reason that they made it out of a lot of the situations they had found themselves in during their travels.

The king turned around and said, “I’ll see you both for dinner, my friend.”

“We’ll see you in a couple of hours, Uncle Odysseus,” Polites replied as he made Astyanax wave at the aforementioned man. The baby let out a shriek and then giggled at the noise and the way that Eurylochus jumped. It was his new favorite thing, finding sounds that would get the soldiers to react in strange and exciting ways.

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It felt like time had flown forward for Polites. He never found a love and married, but he had so many other things that kept his heart full and happy. He had his son, who had grown into something bold and wonderful. He had his best friend, his nephew, and his friends from the war that he had fought in so many years ago. He also had his work, which was partially what he was involved in now.

After Astyanax had turned two and was no longer quite so dependant on his father, Polites had stepped back in as the physician in the royal palace. He trained a lot of the medics that went to fight with the soldiers in the wars that Ithaca got involved in or the soldiers that were leant to other kingdoms so that they could get experience. He also worked with the children that Penelope and Odysseus had after they reunited with each other. It was quite the gaggle at that point, though far lower than some of the peasants in town since the royals were often too busy for those kind of activities.

Polites was running his yearly check ups on the royal children, which included Telemachus despite him being far older than the rest of his siblings. He checked their vitals, their reflexes, and then asked each of them if they were having any aches or pains. Cora always had pain in her knees and ankles, but he was able to help her feel better with an herbal remedy and some wraps that applied pressure to the joints.

Finally, his office was empty as the royal brood piled out into the hall so that they could harass someone else. He began to pick up the things that had come undone or turned into a mess while he was doing the check up. He had only just sat down at his desk with a bottle of ink and some paper to write on when he heard another knock at his door. “Come in!” he called, as he always did.

His heart soared and swelled with love when he saw that it was his beloved son. Despite Polites not having contributed to his genetics, Astyanax still managed to look a fair bit like him. They had the same crease in their brows and the twitch in their mouths right before they smiled. Astyanax had messy brown hair while Polites’ was black and kept short so it could be contained, his eyes were almost hazel while Polites’ were so brown that they were black. The way that they had looked never really bothered either of them, outside of garnering a couple of questions from the young boy about where he had come from when he was toddler aged.

“Father,” Astyanax said. He had his hands down at his sides and he was clenching them into fists before he released them once more. “Why did you never tell me?”

“Why did I never tell you what?” Polites asked. He had nightmares about this moment and how poorly he might handle it since he didn’t feel as equipped as other people were, but now he felt totally calm and sure of himself.

“Why did you never tell me how my real father died?” Astyanax asked.

It hurt to hear Hector be called the real father of the boy that he had raised for sixteen years. Polites knew that he hadn’t contributed any genetics or power in growing the babe before he came into the world, but quite literally everything after that had been a labor of his own two hands. He took a deep breath and said, “I did. I told you that he died in the war with Troy, the one where I adopted you. I didn’t tell you who killed your father because it was a war and a battle. People die in those, it had nothing to do with who was carrying the sword or who was on the other side. We had made a pact to go and defend Helen when she was in her greatest hour of need, which was when she had been kidnapped to Troy. Unfortunately, as with all wars, your father ended up being collateral,” he finally answered.

“But that’s not fair! I wanted to get to know him. I could have grown up to be a prince the way that Telemachus did but instead someone had to cut him in half or something else stupid,” Astyanax shouted back at him.

“Did you suffer for food or warmth or love when you were growing up, Asty?” Polites asked. He was trying not to let tears burn in his eyes or sobs choke his throat. This was his son, the baby that had been given to him after his dear Chloe had died before he ever got to see her. He had to fight to make sure that his son knew he was loved even when he was rejecting the very notion of it as foolish and stupid.

The teenager paused and looked down at his feet. He kicked the edge of his sandal against a crease in the floor a she shook his head. “Then why does it matter to you so much that you could have been a prince? I loved you as if you were my own, I made sure that you always knew where you had come from and where you could one day return. I never wanted you to think that someone had killed your father in cold blood or that I had stolen you away from your cradle. I took you in because I loved you the moment that I saw you. I’m sorry that I could never give you a kingdom, but I tried to make sure that your life was comfortable and good anyway.”

Astyanax was quiet for a while longer. He let out a huff through his nose and then sat down on the marble floor in front of Polites. He leaned his head against his adoptive father’s lap, to which Polites immediately began to weave hs fingers through the dark mop of hair on his head. “I know. I’m sorry for calling someone else my real dad. You’re the best person that a parent could ask for. I think I was just mad because war is stupid. People shouldn’t have to stab each other to get more than what they need.”

“Greet the world with open arms,” Polites said, as he often had throughout his son’s life. “I agree with you about war. That was why I became a medic, so that I could help save people instead of hurting them.”

“Like you saved me,” Astyanax said. “Thank you, Dad. I really do love it here. And with you.”

“You’re allowed to have your feelings and I can’t police what those are or aren’t. I’m glad that you came and talked to me before you did something rash that got a lot of people hurt,” Polites said. He leaned down and kissed the top of his son’s head as they lapsed back into the gentle silence that their evenings always had. Zeus had told Odysseus that Astyanax would become an avenger if he was allowed to live, but Artemis had trusted Polites to nip that in the bud. He was fairly certain that he had done more than that, helping spread the feelings out and reveal what they had actually been under the surface.

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