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rose-of-the-grave · 29 days ago

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The Great War: Chapter 5

Pairing: Mattheo x Reader

Hey everybody!! This one's a "bit" longer than the last chapter but I had so much fun writing it!!! I hope you all enjoy! As always I'm the author (please don't repost) <3

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Warnings: mild language, kissing, underage drinking (mentioned once), dancing, jealousy, Mattheo having difficulty processing emotions healthily

Word Count: 3457

Description: It's Halloween and Y/N gets invited to a Slytherin party but she already made plans with her friends. Can she do her mission and be a good friend without arousing suspicion or will it all come crumbling down?

Taglist: @sylveryfire, @undercover-smutlover, @relminnie

It had been a month since Riddle had gotten that detention during Astronomy class. She had soon discovered that they actually had a few classes together, he just didn’t show up. They never talked, not even when Pansy invited her to join them. Only for studying purposes though.

She had still made no headway with her mission, he was so unpredictable. Thankfully Professor Dumbledore hadn’t asked for any updates yet, she would hate to seem as if she hadn’t been doing anything.

Y/N had done her best to follow him but it seemed that all he did was smoke and hang out with his fellow Slytherins, causing mischief. They were only two months into school and Riddle along with his partners-in-crime had already cost Slytherin house five hundred points, points they had also won back with ease by simply answering questions in Defense Against the Dark Arts. Snape’s clear favoritism working in their favor.

Walking through the halls she nearly crashed into a certain old friend. He gave her a curt nod.

“Y/L/N.”

“Malfoy.”

They continued walking in their separate directions. A spectator would never have known how close of friends they used to be. Running around the Malfoy Manor playing hide and seek with Dobby. Back when life was simple. He had changed since then, no longer the boy who used to tell her of all of the grand adventures they would go on when they got to Hogwarts. Now he was the boy who teased them, insulted them. The boy who made her friends’ lives a living hell. She couldn’t forgive him for that.

All that was left between them now was a nostalgia for a friendship long since broken.

When she turned the corner she spotted a familiar head of curly brown hair and green robes. Finally. She watched as he crept through the hallway towards one of the abandoned wings. In such an immense castle, there were many classrooms that had been long forgotten. He ducked into one of the hidden pathways that Harry had been informed of when he got the Marauders Map.

To herself she muttered, “Where are you going?”

His footsteps echoed through the tunnel, masking her own. Keeping her steps in time with his, she trailed behind, hoping that his destination would be of interest to Professor Dumbledore and be something connected to his father’s return. It was doubtful that it would be anything of any real interest but maybe…

Quiet as a mouse she followed as he opened a door and stepped into the room behind it. Cloaked in shadows she crept up to the door, peaking through the crack to see what was behind. The smell of smoke wafted through the space between the door and the wall, the only sound that of his breaths. Then she heard it. It was far too quiet to tell but she thought she could hear music. An indiscernible melody barely audible through the door that separated them.

Shaking her head she turned and walked back to where she came from. Here she had been, hoping that he was up to something and all he was doing was smoking and listening to music. Gods, she felt so stupid. Did she honestly think that she would find anything of interest?

“The Smiths.” She realized aloud. That’s who he was listening to. Tucking away that insignificant piece of information, she walked back to the Gryffindor tower, her head hung low.

Walking straight past Hermione she sighed, taking a seat on her bed. Not saying anything she started rethinking her game plan. If Riddle was involved with Voldemort’s return, and he must be, he would cover his steps. The evidence would not be easy to find. She would need to find a way for the Slytherins to trust her more and quickly. Lost in her thoughts she barely heard her friend ask something.

“What?”

“You know you can always talk to me, right?” Hermione asked.

“Of course.” Y/N said, moving away, not meeting her best friend’s eyes.

Her flippant attitude only irked Hermione. Something was going on with her best friend and she intended to find out what.

“Y/N…” She gently placed a hand on the girl’s shoulder.

“I’m fine, just really tired. Talk more in the morning?” Without waiting for her response she laid down on her side, pulling the covers over herself. “Good night.” With a flick of her wand her bedside light went out.

Watching her best friend lay there, facing the opposite direction, the covers rising up and down with every shaky breath as she pretended to be falling asleep Hermione stood there deep in thought. They had been friends for over five years now, she was of the opinion that she knew her best friend pretty well, maybe better than anyone else and yet there were moments. Moments where she looked over at Y/N and thought, who is this person? Lately she’d been acting odd, always sneaking off and having all of these study sessions. Maybe she was secretly dating someone? Hermione thought hopefully. She had been writing a lot of little notes that when questioned had simply said ‘it’s a secret’ with a little smile. Maybe it was someone in a different house? Although that was ridiculous, why would she think they wouldn’t accept someone from a different house? Unless it was Slytherin. None of them were ever nice to Gryffindors.

All of these what ifs swirled around in Hermione’s head until she eventually settled on the one that made the most sense. She was secretly dating someone in a different house who might not be a guy. Maybe she liked girls? Satisfied with that idea for now, she got ready to go to sleep.

The next morning Y/N awoke and everything was as if nothing had happened. Although Hermione has started giving her these really weird looks and acting like she knew something.

“What?”

Hermione gave her a blank look, “Huh?”

“Do I have something on my face or something?”

“No?”

“Are you sure cause you keep on giving me really funny looks like there’s something off.”

“Sorry, I must’ve spaced off or something. You don’t have anything on your face Y/N.”

Not entirely assured, she simply said, “Okay.”

In Divination class they were supposed to be reviewing for a test. It wasn’t actually a test. Professor Trelawney didn’t believe in tests. But she was required to give one so all it was was a few questions about basic material they had all first been taught back in third year. The study guide itself was only three questions that every student finished within the first five minutes of class.

“Your taste in music is shit.” Nott joked. Or at least Y/N thought he was joking. It was always so hard to tell.

Malfoy sneered, “And yours isn’t?”

“Whatever, at least I’m not the one who will be arriving unaccompanied.”

“Like I care.”

His friend snorted but let it rest.

After class while they were gathering their things Pansy stayed behind, waiting while her friends disappeared into the crowd on the staircase.

“Hey, you want to come?” Pansy asked.

Looking over at her, “To the party?”

“Yeah.”

“You sure? Won’t it be weird.”

Pansy rolled her eyes, “Who the fuck cares? It’s only weird if you make it weird. If you want to come, come, if you don’t want to, then don’t come. It’s that simple.”

“Okay, I guess?”

“Great, see you there!”

At lunch people were excitedly talking about All Hallow’s Eve. She remembered back in first year when Hermione had to explain the concept of Halloween and dressing up in costumes before she had overheard Ron and spent all of the feast in the bathroom before the troll came. Second year the four of them had decided to dress up. It had all been great fun but the best part, according to Harry, was the trick or treating. As a kid he never got to but his cousin had. Hermione, being the child of two dentists, had also never gotten the experience. Y/N and Ron had spent days meticulously planning to get some candy so they could all experience a version of it. Third year, once they were able to go to Hogsmeade, was when it truly became a tradition of sorts.

“I can’t believe it’s tomorrow!” Ron said excitedly.

“I know? We’ve already been at Hogwarts for two whole months!” Harry exclaimed. Time always passed quickly at school, rapidly leaving them at the end of spring and facing the return home.

“Time flies.” Y/N remarked.

“So, nine o’clock we meet in the room of requirement?”

Hermione nodded before taking a sip of water. “Nine.”

Standing up abruptly Y/N breezily said, “See you guys later.” Before walking out of the Great Hall leaving her friends staring after her with furrowed brows.

Finding a quiet place outside she pulled out a book and flipped to the pages her bookmark was nestled between. The birds chirping sweetly was the perfect background noise, the fountain drowning out any other noise.

The pages flew by as time went on, her mind fully focused on the plot of her book instead of her surroundings. Just when the double agent was revealed a shout broke the silence, piercing through her calm environment.

Grimacing, her eyes boring into the page she continued to read.

Whipping through the air a quaffle hit her square on the side of her head, the force of it nearly knocking her over. Setting her book down she picked up the quaffle. Moving to her feet she searched for its owner only to be met with a familiar smirk.

“You okay?”

Snarling, “Like you care.”

“Can I have my ball back?” He asked, trying to grab it.

Stealing it out of his grasp she shook her head. “Apologize.”

“Sorry, princess.” There was that infernal smirk again.

With gritted teeth she repeated herself. “Apologize like you actually mean it.”

“I am sincerely sorry.” She was about to relent when he smirked, “Princess.”

Pulling her arm back she threw the quaffle as far and as high as she could, clearing the surrounding trees and landing it squarely on top of a statue’s sharp sword. Perfect.

Riddle glared at her, his smirk wiped from his face. She gave him a coy smile before turning back to where her book rested on the ground.

Behind her she heard a muttered curse, “Fuck.”

Gritting her teeth she took a seat once more, opening her book. Her gaze refused to stray from her page. The yells from across the courtyard echoing in her eardrums. By the time she finished her book it was nearing dinner time so she got back up, dusting her robes off a bit as she walked inside.

In the privacy of the dorm room she put on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, not having anything else more suitable for a party. Grabbing a coat in case of a chill she walked out and ran straight into Lavender.

“Oh, hey. Where are you off to?”

Keeping up with her lie she shrugged, “Study group.”

Brushing past the girl she headed out of Gryffindor tower and followed the corridors until she was just outside of the dungeons. The door was left ajar, music thumping through the stone walls, echoing through the corridor. Students of all ages were roaming around the Slytherin common room, some weren’t even Slytherin. In fact a significant number of them were Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs that she recognized from classes over the years.

Not a single Gryffindor was in sight. Weaving through the crowd she spotted a familiar head of silvery blonde hair. Switching directions she found a fellow sixth year student from Hufflepuff.

“Hey!” She shouted in greeting, her voice barely audible over the noise.

“Oh my god, hi! Imagine seeing you here?” The girl, Hannah, gave her a genuine smile, her eyes lit up. She was practically bouncing up and down like a rabbit. The girl gave her a quick hug before showing her to the table with all of the snacks and what looked like firewhiskey.

“So, how’d you manage an invitation? Gryffindors aren’t allowed to these parties last I heard.”

Taking a sip Y/N responded, “Pansy invited me. We sit together in Divination.”

“Oh. Okay cause I assumed that it was a rule or something that only certain Slytherins could invite people. I guess Pansy made the list.”

In a low, sort of mutter she echoed, “Guess so.”

As if on cue the Slytherin girl appeared, her black hair in a chic bob, the ends slightly curled. She was wearing a green top and a black skirt, paired with silver jewelry. Suddenly Y/N started to feel a bit self-conscious. Nearly everyone else was dressed somewhat nicely. Some of the guys were more casually attired though. Shrugging, she decided she didn’t care if she stuck out like a sore thumb.

Pansy gave her a small smile, “You came.”

“I sure did.”

“Oi, Parkinson. What’s she doing here?” Some Slytherin boy barked from where he sat on a couch. Malfoy turned his head to see that the she in question was indeed Y/N. Shaking his head he mentally berated Pansy, giving her a disappointed frown. She simply shot him a sweet smile in return.

Placing her hands on her hips she glared daggers at the Slytherin boy. “I invited her.”

“And who told you you could do that? It certainly wasn’t me.”

“I don’t need anyone’s permission.”

He shook his head, “Yes, you do.”

“Bullshit. She’s my friend.”

“She’s a Gryffindor! Slytherins aren’t friends with Gryffindors.” He glanced towards the others as if to say, “Come on, back me up here!”

“Whatever.”

Before he could respond an arm was casually slung across her shoulders. “She’s with me.”

Even if she hadn’t recognized his voice she would have known by their faces. All of them went blank. The Slytherin who had been harassing them was suddenly bowing and scraping as if that changed what he had just said.

“I apologize. We didn’t realize.”

“Don’t make that same mistake again.” Riddle warned.

Pulling her over to the side, away from that group he turned to face Pansy who had followed.

He gave her a pointed look, “You’re welcome.”

She rolled her eyes, “We didn’t need your help.”

“Well you got it.”

In a flat, sarcastic tone she gave him a reluctant, “Thanks.”

He gave her a smile before turning to Y/N.

“Don’t get in any more trouble, princess.”

She opened her mouth to respond but he walked away, disappearing into the crowd.

Seizing her hand, Pansy tugged her along onto the dance floor. A bit hesitant, she observed others for a cue. Following suit, she began to jump up and down to the beat of the music. The song shifted into another, a bit slower, song.

Swaying to the beat she noticed a guy in her periphery. She had never met him before and under normal circumstances would never have gone up to him but liquid courage filled her veins and not the potion kind. Shifting towards him he gave her a welcoming nod and a half-smile. Their dancing intertwined seamlessly, both of them just moving to the beat as if they had been dancing together for their whole lives. Standing behind her he placed his hands on her hips. Glancing upwards he noticed a Slytherin boy glaring at them from where he sat next to his friends. Raising an eyebrow in challenge he leaned his body further into hers.

He was playing with fire but he quite enjoyed getting burned.

Riddle jumped to his feet, walking towards the hallway, his hand encircling a girl’s wrist and dragging her behind him. Y/N, oblivious to everything going on around her, continued to dance until the song changed to one she hated. Scowling, she apologized and exited the dancing throng.

Tossing back another drink she paused, waiting for the magical buzz to hit her. A golden glow filled her veins, leaving a fiery burning sensation. Spotting Pansy heading over she stayed standing there.

“Hey, having fun?”

“Hmm? Oh, yeah!” Her head started to spin. “Actually, I’m not feeling too great.”

“Okay, do you want to sit down for a bit?”

She nodded. Pansy found her a spot on the couch to rest.

“I should probably head back.” Y/N admitted. She needed to lie down.

Pansy nodded. “Do you want me to walk with you?”

“No, I’ll be fine.” She waved her off as she attempted to stand on legs that wobbled like a foal.

Stumbling out of the Slytherin common room she came face to face with Riddle sucking the face off of some poor girl.

“Ugh! Get a room.”

They both turned to look at her with hooded eyes, their lips swollen. “Stop watching.”

Scoffing, she stormed down the corridor and out of the dungeons. Making her way to the Room of Requirement she hoped she would make it on time. When the door opened it was empty. No Hermione, no Harry, no Ron. No one.

Puzzled, she hurried to Gryffindor tower, sneaking past Filch on his mission to find misbehaving kids.

When she crept through the entrance she stopped in her tracks. Sitting there on the couch waiting for her were her friends.

No one uttered a word.

Breaking the silence she gave them a sheepish wave, “Hey guys.”

“Where were you?” Harry asked. “It’s almost eleven.”

“I’m sorry, I lost track of time.”

Ron nodded, chiming in, “We were worried sick!”

“I’m sorry.”

Hermione sighed. Both of the boys looked over at her, waiting for her to say something.

“Let’s just go to bed, it’s late.”

Disappointed, they stood, walking up to their room.

Once they were gone Hermione asked, “Did you have a study session again?”

“Yes.”

“For which class?”

Unsure where she was going she went with the first class that popped into her head, “Divination.”

“With Lavender, Padma, and Parvati?”

“Mhmm.”

“That’s strange.”

“Why?”

“Because they were all hanging out here together. All night.”

Y/N stood still as a statue, not a hair moving. Shit. Thinking quickly she explained, “They are usually in our group. Today they decided not to come.”

Not quite willing to give up, Hermione questioned her yet again. “Then why did you say that you were studying with them?”

“I don’t know! I usually do but today they didn’t come. Look, I said I was sorry. I screwed up, I lost track of time. I am sorry. Why are we still talking about this?”

“I don’t know Y/N. You tell me.”

“Well I have no idea what you want from me!”

Her best friend gave her a look. “I want answers. Where have you been sneaking off to lately? Why are you always lying about studying with Lavender and her friends when every time they say that they haven’t seen you all day?” She lowered her voice a bit. “You’ve changed Y/N. You’re always disappearing for hours at a time with little to no explanation. I’m worried about you.”

“You don’t have to be.”

“Then how about you tell me what’s going on? If there’s nothing to be concerned about then why don’t you tell me what you’re hiding? Are you dating someone? Is that it?”

“No. I’m not dating anyone. I just have a lot going on with my family.” Hermione took a step back, an apologetic look crossing her face.

“I’m sorry.”

“No, it’s fine. I just am not really sure what or if there is even something that I can do to help them. They are scared for their lives now that he’s officially back. Right now they are in Guatemala, they sent a postcard a few days ago. By now they might be in a different country. I just didn’t want to talk about it with you guys.”

She nodded, a soft smile with watery eyes. “I’m sorry for yelling at you. I know how much you care about them.”

“Thanks.”

Hermione stepped forward, wrapping both arms around Y/N, squeezing gently. After a few seconds later she pulled away, wiping her eyes.

“I am really sorry.”

“It’s okay.”

“No, it’s not. I should have been a better friend. I should have noticed something was up.”

“It’s really not. That was kind of the whole point of not telling anyone. I didn’t want you guys to know and feel bad for me.”

“We’re your friends Y/N. If something is going on we want to be there for you. Please let us.”

Y/N nodded.

“Good. Okay. Wow, it’s late. Let’s get to bed.”

“Okay.”

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nowandajenn · 3 months ago

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Blue Christmas- chapter 3

Series warnings: angst (like a lot), mentions of infidelity, language, family drama, pregnancy, sexual situations.

Time stands still for me. I’m not sure how long I actually stand there in the middle of the kitchen with Chris on his knees in front of me, desperately clinging to me and apologizing with tears running down his cheeks. It’s almost like my brain temporarily shuts down to try and process what happened before coming back online.

When I finally gather myself, I back away from Chris, breaking his hold on me. There are tears burning in my eyes and I can feel the pizza and wine in my stomach trying to work it’s way right back up my esophagus. Chris takes a step towards me and I instantly put a trembling hand up to stop him.

“No.”

“Honey, please.....” he tries as he takes a step closer towards me.

“NO. Don’t.....don’t fucking come near me right now. I can’t......I can’t......” I raise my head and I look at him standing in front of me, and I feel like I’m looking at a complete stranger. My Chris would never do this to me. My Chris was my best friend and my lover and he would NEVER break my heart like this.

Hot tears flow from my eyes unbidden, and I stifle a sob with the back of my hand.

There are so many questions that are flying through my head, and so many things I want to say, and all I can do is stand there sobbing, holding onto the counter top for support.

“Ray, please, baby.....” Chris says, his voice rough and thick with emotion.

Before I even know what I’ve done, Chris is stumbling back, gasping in surprise and shock, my hand print blooming bright red against the fair skin of his cheek.

“Don’t you fucking DARE! Do you hear me? Don’t you DARE fucking call me that right now. How could you do this? Can you tell me that? Huh?”

There’s so much anger and sadness bubbling up out of me that I can barely breathe, not to mention the massive ache in the middle of my chest that makes me wonder if I’m having a heart attack.

I turn around and wipe my face and try and get my breathing under control.

It’s because you haven’t gotten pregnant.

He wants a family and you’re obviously not going to give him a baby.

He found someone younger and sexier. Someone with a better body than yours.

He’s sick of you. Six years was the limit. It was good while it lasted, I guess.

You never really stood a chance anyway. Who were you kidding? There are millions of women that he could have his pick from, and you thought that he was just going to stick with YOU for the rest of his life. Silly rabbit.

I look out the kitchen window at the snow coming down and blowing across our backyard, and trying to figure out the likelihood of me wrapping my car around a tree if I try and drive in this. At this point, if it’s between that or staying in the same house as my husband who just told me he cheated on me, I’m willing to take my chances with the snow.

“You need to get away from me. Right now. I don’t want to look at your face.” I tell him, my back still turned to him.

“Kelly....PLEASE...”

I turn around and it feels like all the energy and fight and will to live just leaves my body in a rush.

“Chris, if you love me, and you’re truly sorry, get the fuck away from me. I’m saying this for your own personal well being. If I have to be in the same vicinity as you for another minute, one of us isn’t going to make it out alive.”

When Chris finally gets the message that I’m not going to talk OR listen to anything he has to say right now, he finally backs off and leaves the room, looking about as miserable as I feel.

Everything I thought I knew about my life and my marriage and my husband all came crashing down tonight, and I don’t know where to even begin trying to make sense of it all. All I do know for sure is that I have to get out of here. The one place in the world where I feel absolutely safe and secure and comfortable suddenly feels like a jail cell where the walls are slowly closing in on me.

Chris is in our bedroom when he hears my car start, and his heart jumps into his throat. With Dodger on his heels, and completely ignoring the need for a coat or boots, he runs out the front door just in time to watch me pull out of the garage and into the street without a single look back.

The great thing about driving in a snow storm is that there aren’t many other people out on the roads, besides plows and salt trucks. The bad thing is having to put everything else out of my head except keeping laser focus on the road in front of me. Pushing the button on the steering wheel, I call my twin brother Connor.

I almost hesitate, thinking that I shouldn’t be calling so late, and I’m shocked to look at the clock on the dashboard to see that it’s only a little bit after 9pm. I could have sworn that it was so much later than that.

“Hey, I was just thinking about calling you.” he says, bypassing a greeting.

I take a deep breath, trying to hold in the tears that are threatening to start again.

“Hey, listen......I need a place to crash for a while.” I tell him.

He hears a small waver in my voice and it’s like our weird twin bond immediately activates.

“Are you okay?”

I choke out a strangled laugh.

“Not even a little bit. I’m in the car right now. I don’t know how long it’s going to take me to get to your place.”

“You’re not seriously driving in this, are you?”

“Yeah. Listen.....I’ll tell you everything when I get there. I just....I couldn’t stay at the house.” I say.

“Okay. Okay. You know you can stay here as long as you need. Just please, for the love of everything holy, be careful. Get off the phone with me and pay attention to the road. Drive slow.” Connor tells me.

The drive that normally only takes about 30 minutes takes just over an hour, and by the time I pull in the driveway of Connor’s house, my knuckles are killing me from the death grip that I’ve had on the steering wheel the whole time.

I see the porch light come on and Connor opens the door, stepping out onto the porch. I grab my small duffel bag from the back of the car and slowly make my way up to the front door.

“Is Olivia asleep?” I ask.

“Yeah, she’s down for the count. She’s been playing in the snow practically all day, so she was nice and worn out.” he tells me.

The thought of my five year old niece being awake and seeing me a mess is the last thing I want.

Connor leads me into the house and I set my coat and bag down before following him into the kitchen.

“Is this going to be a beer conversation or a whiskey conversation?” he asks, one hand on the handle of the fridge and one hand on one of the upper cabinets.

“Chris cheated on me.”

He whips his head towards me so fast that I hear the bones in his neck crack.

“Whiskey it is.” he mutters, grabbing the bottle and two glasses.

He sits down across from me and pours me a glass.

“Wait. You have to start from the beginning here. What the hell happened?”

“I came home from the studio and I was sitting in front of the TV with Dodger eating dinner, and he came home and told me that he slept with someone.”

“That doesn’t make any fucking sense. Chris loves you. Like, he loves you so much that it’s sickening. Why the hell would he.....” Connor trails off, completely at a loss.

“I don’t understand this.” he mutters.

My chest feels like it’s being squeezed from the inside out and I’m afraid that I’ll never be able to stop crying. The image of Chris having sex with some nameless, faceless woman keeps playing in my mind, and I can’t get it to stop.

“I’m going to fucking kill him.”

“I don’t understand this. Things were fine. We’re happy........were happy. Everything was fine. Everything was-we were good. I mean, how long has this been going on? Was this the first time? I mean-Jesus. What else is he keeping from me?” I’m rambling at a million miles and hour, hiccuping between the tears, and I’m a mess.

A thought occurs to me and I look up at my brother.

“This is my fault.” I whisper.

Connor’s heart breaks and he’s never wanted to punch his brother in law in the face more than he does now.

“Listen to me right now. This is not your fault. You did nothing wrong. This is completely and totally on him.”

“But what if......what if he did this because I can’t get pregnant? What if he’s sick of trying with me? What if he doesn’t want to be with a woman who can’t give him kids? It has to be me.”

“Can I offer you a silver lining?” Connor asks as he pours us another drink.

“How can there possibly be a silver lining to ANY of this? Tell me.” I demand.

“I know this is going to sound shitty, and I really don’t mean it that way, but.....at least you’re not pregnant and having to go through this right now.”

My heart clenches in my chest at the thought.

“Cheers to that.”

By the time we hit the bottom of the bottle, it’s almost 3am and I’m well past drunk and basically a complete mess. Connor manages to get me a pillow and a blanket and watches as I pass out on the couch almost instantly.

My first thought when I open my eyes the next morning is that I feel like I’m dying. My head is throbbing, my mouth tastes like a sewer, and the sun is shining brightly into the living room. I manage to sit up on the couch, my stomach rolling and twisting. I can’t seem to cry anymore, but big dry sobs erupt from my chest as I hang my head. Everything is completely upside down and I have no idea how to get control of any of it. Any time I’ve ever been this upset and this lost, Chris has been the one to bring me back to myself and put me back together.

“Aunt Kelly!”

I internally cringe at my niece’s ear splitting enthusiasm so early in the morning, but I wipe my eyes and try and pretend that I hadn’t just been on the verge of losing my shit again only moments before. I hold my arms out for her and she climbs up on the couch with me.

I pull her into my lap and snuggle her close, almost on the verge of tears again.

“I missed you!” Olivia tells me.

I stroke her light brown curls and smile.

“I just saw you last week, bug.” I remind her.

“That was too long ago!” she says.

“Is Uncle Chris here? Did he come with you?” she asks, looking around for him.

I shake my head.

Not this time, kiddo. I just wanted to come and visit with you and your dad for a while. I’m feeling kind of sad and I wanted to be around my favorite people.” I explain.

She seems to accept that and grabs the remote to turn the TV on.

“Olivia, come and eat your breakfast. Let’s let Aunt K wake up a little bit. She’s not feeling too great right now.” Connor says.

He gets her set up at the kitchen table with a plate of pancakes and comes to sit down next to me.

“How are you feeling?” he asks.

“Like I want to die.” I tell him honestly.

“Well, drinking your way to the bottom of a bottle of Jack will do that to you.”

I lean forward on the couch and press the heels of my palms into my eyes. I have no idea what to do next. I don’t even know what to do in the next 5 minutes. Everything is completely up in the air and it’s terrifying.

“I don’t know what to do.” I say softly.

“Well, considering the shit ton of snow that fell last night, and the fact that you’re in no condition to be in public, let alone work, I would suggest calling Allie and telling her not to bother coming in today. Or tomorrow. I don’t think you’d be doing much business right now anyway, to be honest.” Connor tells me.

“Okay.” I agree.

He slips his arm over my shoulders and pulls me in close to him.

“Listen, I can’t imagine what’s going on in your head right now, but I want you to know that I’m here for you. You can stay here as long as you need to. If you need to cry or vent, I’m here. If you want me to kill Chris, I’m your guy. Whatever you need, I’m here.”

When I grab my phone, I see that I have 63 missed calls from Chris and 102 text messages. I shake my head, not even ready to deal with any of that, and call Allie to let her know to stay home today and tomorrow. She asks if I’m okay because I sound like I’ve been crying, and I assure her that I’m just fine.

Using the last of my willpower for the day, I delete all of the messages, clear my call history, and shut off my phone.

#chris evans #blue christmas #angst #chris evans fic

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CHAPTER 34 HAS ME RUNNING IN CIRCLES CLAWING AT THE WALLS LOSING MY MIND,,, HELLO?? HELLO??? naoya just absolutely losing his mind writhing in emotional pain,, incredible stuff i agree w the staff. it is exactly like a car crash and i can not take my eyes away. hes so cringefail mariya. girlbossing standing in between the two of them... very strong of her. i talk a lot of shit abt naoya but i hate conflict and i'd probably start shaking and crying if i had to deal with him so mariya being able to just put herself right in the middle of all that and act totally normal about it is VERY impressive. props to y/n too for acting so normally too-- either that or naoyas just extremely oblivious to body language and emotional cues and doesn't notice them freaking the fuck out. 50/50

naoya detective arc,,,, it would be charming of him if he weren't so deranged. in fact its KINDA terrifying how incredibly focused and driven he was to figure everything out no matter how far back he had to trace it. like-- it'd be INSANELY hard to hide anything from him unless absolutely everyone involved in it was able to be IN on it and know how to keep up a lie to him. kinda fucked!

tho on the detective arc part-- it makes perfect sense for HIS deranged ass to immediately jump to the worst conclusion that y/n lied to him, despite the fact i imagine its still possible the package could've been stolen from inside the estate by one of the staff? as in, the worker got the wolf stamp, but it could've been jumbled up or stolen after entering the estate. not like he's thinking that far ahead tho,,,

FINALLY he sees her w naoaki and we get a whole-ass confrontation-- im going NUTS here this was SO intense. naoya's arc here plays on one of my FAVORITE villain tropes, the 'villain who genuinely doesn't realize he's done anything wrong'. those are always so good but rarely do we get the moments of said villain realizing how badly he's fucked up im SO excited for how this is going

the way naoya is genuinely sure he's not done anything wrong and doesn't realize how badly he's hurt her vs. naoaki thinking he's just pretending to be oblivious to get out of consequences- DELICIOUS STUFF. naoaki pulling the "because you *love* her?" in whats probably intended to be a mocking way and then realizing "oh shit. he does actually. oh this is a fucking mess isn't it" and feeling kind of guilty about it... is it weird i want them to make up at some point too in all of this? god knows naoya needs some fucking friends (besides ranta)

"Naoya doesn't... *can't* care for me... because he doesn't care for anyone but himself." Y/N WITH THE STEEL CHAIR,, FROM THE TOP ROPE,, might as well have just shot him. definitely did the equivalent of knocking him unconscious considering he apparently doesn't remember anything that happened afterwards. i like to imagine he just dropped unconscious right on the spot and they just left him there.

the dream sequence part KILLED me i genuinely believed up until maybe midway through this was real. ALSO HE CALLED HIM BROTHER,,, my onii-san joke rings true,, at the funniest possible fucking time,, wish he'd say it outside of a dream,, the y/n sneering at naoya and laughing at him was i think what gave it away-- i was willing to believe her and naoki went off to finally fuck after all that but sry y/n i do NOT believe you're willing to make fun of him that hard to his face yet. yet. i think you should though some time

but fr this WHOLEE dream sequence is soo important to his character its so good at illustrating the fear of failure and rejection and abandonment-- they're SO crippling for him to such a degree he ends up making it worse on himself and making this fucked up self-fulfilling cycle houghhh its so much,,

naoaki getting woken up in the middle of the night to naoya slamming into his room demanding to know where y/n is-- i NEED to know what he thought in that moment he mustve thought naoya's gone fucking insane esp when he just LEAVES right after without explaining anything

and then y/n probably thought she was gonna fucking die when he just showed up out of nowhere. actual jumpscare moment. also her being intrigued by just how disheveled and awful he looks? me too.

WHAT WAS HE GONNA TELL HER. IM WAILING AND CRYING DID HE EVEN HAVE ANYTHING HE WANTED TO SAY OR WAS HE JUST DESPERATELY TRYING TO GET HER TO STAY,, AUGH,, depending how loudly he collapsed to the floor and loud his crying was i wonder if y/n were able to hear him?? i think she should definitely see him crying at least once-- i wonder how she (or naoaki) would even handle him just breaking down into tears,,

ohmygod i wrote. a lot here. anyways. 20/10 chapter. im chewing on him. tysm for these incredible developments im foaming at the mouth to see whats next

Hello!!!!!

YEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSS JUST EXACTLY WHAT I WANTED HAHAHAHAH I THRIVE IN OTHER'S ANGUISH.... lol.

Ahem, anyways... 🤭 I'm glad you liked this chapter!!! This has to be up there, in my top 10 moments of the story (we still have others though... but yeah, still up there) and the one I was dying to write for the longest. I don't know if it was enough "punishment" for Naoya, but it's good to see him be reminded of his stupidity :)

His downfall is something that I think many were expecting tbh, or at least see him get kicked down a notch lol He was out there thinking himself to be the king of the hill for far too long, someone had to remind him he’s not that special 😂

I’m pretty sure the staff’s perception of Y/N changed drastically once again, into a more positive I mean. They’re out there admiring how she was able to do what many couldn’t and can’t help but wonder if she has the potential to ruin the Zen’in if she wanted to—of course, that stops when Naobito is added into the equation, but they still like to daydream about it haha.

Mariya is a character I would consider 100% fed up with Naoya’s (or just about anyone from the clan) shenanigans, so that makes it easier for her to stand up to him, although I’m sure she’s still intimidated by him. Thankfully her extensive knowledge of how everything works around the estate helps her out in these situations, it’s kind of like a… “gray area” for her to exploit—something she can use if she ever gets in trouble with Junko or Meiko for example, she can easily say “I was just doing what was requested of me” and they’d be like “unnnghhhh I guess!!”

Besides, she has job security in the sense that Meiko considers her to be the best worker there (after her, obviously lmao) so she wouldn’t dare lose the order Mariya provides; because she’ll whine and cry about it, enough for Naobito to intervene, making him wonder why she was fired, forcing Meiko to say “well, because Naoya–“ and yeah, I don’t think anyone to be in that situation hahaha so she’s safe.

I’d say Naoya is greatly oblivious to body language when it comes to… socializing? Cause he’s great when it comes to analyzing targets in a jujutsu environment, but even then, I think he’d still be somewhat bad compared to others 😂 he's the kind of person that believes brute force overrules everything else, so he shouldn't worry about those menial details. (Kind of like Endeavor from MHA? Like he's a great hero, but in the sense of crime fighting, he didn't really care about making a fan base or anything else really... OUTSIDE OF SHOTO OF COURSE)

And because Y/N has always been “coy” when he’s around, he doesn’t think much of it outside of being normal behavior from her, so yeah, he didn't get any sense of "something's going on" when she acted the way she did.

Naoya being derange isn’t a surprise to anyone at this point 😭 I’m telling you, he does things that under any normal context it would’ve been sweet, but since he’s… him, it’s not lmao. I can’t imagine how terrified Y/N was upon hearing he went all the way down to the post office just to find out what happened with his gift. He’s determined, that’s for sure, and it makes her wonder what other things he's done already—although at that moment, at the same time she was hoping she’d be able to escape this situation… well, alive, she was mostly worried that her letters might be uncovered too. Thankfully Naoya was focused on something else 💀

And yep, the way he jumped into conclusions was eerie, but I think it was because deep inside him, he knew that was what actually happened. He had enough of bad history with his wife to know that she, more likely than not, discarded his gifts. Did he ever wonder why? No. Would he dare to ask? I don’t think so. And even if he did, would he understand? I think he’d feel offended if anything, more so when Naoaki’s gestures had been happily received. Oof.

Maybe if he wasn’t so paranoid (or heart broken, let’s be real) he might’ve considered someone else from the staff, leading him into another wild goose chase; good, this is revenge for what he put Hinata through.

I’m glad you liked the confrontation!!! It was above everything, awkward, cause there’s no actual confrontation coming from Naoya if that makes sense? Like he’s not open to actual conversations, he just wants to know the why of certain things, and if it fits his ideals, good, if not, God help us.

I definitely believe Naoaki thinks Naoya is so… “isolated” from the real world that he might actually, genuinely not know what he’s doing—can’t blame him, he had Naobito and the rest of the family as guidance lol—but his inability to even consider other possibilities is what always frustrates him 😂 poor Naoaki, he can’t go on with his life without being constantly disappointed by his relatives. (Have Mai and Maki disappointed him too? I wonder...)

My favorite part, and I’ll never stop talking about it hahahah, was when he asked Naoya if he “loved” Y/N aughagaga DAMN the skepticism was there 100% for sureeeeeeeeee, he was hoping to hear his brother say something like “yeah, I do” so he could be like “bullshit!” and continue to take out his frustrations, but the way Naoya remained quiet, looking away almost as if embarrassed!!! Now that’s when he knew there were feelings for her—beneath the complicated layers that make him a monster, Naoya was still capable of harboring sentiments for someone else (Allegedly… all allegedly…) and Naoaki immediately felt bad for putting him on the spot like that. He still cares for his baby brother after all 😭😭😭

I certainly feel bad that their relationship turned into this—I can only wonder what occurred on the manga for Naoya to want them (more) dead lol. If he’s already unhinged at 19, imagine at 27 💀 Ah, but one can dream….

AHAHAHAH Him just spacing out immediately after Y/N said that is, ugh idk satisfying and sad at the same time—like sure I feel sorry that his wife was like “no, you don’t care” and I could’ve had her say something like “ewww” but Y/N isn’t that disrespectful; and come on what was Naoya expecting 😂?? For her to be like “omg I’m so sorry Naoya I should’ve known” please!!! She was appropriate enough to state the truth, that he doesn’t care for anyone but himself, he should’ve just taken it and left them (which he did: I imagine he remained quiet, spacing out as he stared at the two before turning around and disappearing into the hallways. Naoaki and Y/N look at each other, wondering what happened before wondering if he’s going to return. Naoaki tells her no, but that she should be careful nonetheless. Y/N goes with Mariya, tells her staff what went down and collectively decide to keep a low profile—Hitomi offers to keep a lookout on Naoya, only stopping when she overheard that he was in his room and has been for the past few hours. They go on with their day, or attempt to, and that’s when Mariya decides to let them know of her secret hideout)

To irritate Ren, I decided that the song that best fits this scene is this one. And just for a little, tiny part before the chorus and Mel B's part hahahahha. That's the only thing that actually applies to their whole dilemma at this point.

Now, the good part… The dream sequence was the one thing I’ve been wanting to show you for a while now hahah I just kept teasing you about it, and I’m glad it got the reaction it did hahahahhahahhhahahahahahahahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

I was 99.9999% sure that most of my readers would immediately catch on to the fact that this was a dream, since I’ve never portrayed Y/N to be that crazy, you know? Like her making fun of Naoya is off the table completely; sure, she’s made some jokes here and there, but they’re always lighthearted—or at least I think that’s the impression one gets when reading them—never off the rails as this dream sequence 💀 leave that to Naohiko lol.

Either way, I tried my best to cover the fact it was a dream, and if someone saw right through it, it still served to show just how messed up Naoya is on an emotional at this moment.

But yeah, this nightmare worked really well ‘cause there was that lingering question of whether Naoaki and Y/N were finally going to do something more… intimate. I feel that if I hadn’t worked their relationship up to that point it would’ve easily been like “nah, this is a dream goodbye” 😈 glad it worked in the end hahahah!!!

Now that it’s mentioned, the scene where Naoaki is disrupted by Naoya is ironically funny—it was so out of the blue first he was like “I sleep” and then Naoya comes into his room to ask the most random question before leaving.

Naoaki for sure thought he made it up—he was worried for Y/N and overworked by all his duties that he was like “Man, I’m even starting to dream about Naoya wtf??” his slumber overtook him almost immediately after; had he not been that exhausted you can be 100% certain he would’ve gone after Naoya.

And I agree—Y/N for sure thought she was going to die at that moment, although it was a fear that quieted down a bit for the sake of her staff’s wellbeing… yet, the thing that surprised her the most was to see Naoya so… disturbed—he’d seen him angry, arrogant, a complete monster… but she’d never seen him so defeated. So yeah, I think she believed she was going to die, but more in a sense of shock of not knowing what the hell was going on.

Now, for your last question… Naoya desperately wanted to keep her there above anything else, but his broken heart also wanted to tell her that he did care for her, at least to some extent, if not then why would he have married her? A mystery for sure. If I had to boil it down to a singular reason, it was him wanting to tell her how much he wants to be with her. Happily, be with her.

(No one heard Naoya cry, outside of Y/N retreating as quickly as possible, I envision him to be a silent crier in a way, not wanting anyone to hear him out of fear of being reprimanded more than shame—Naobito as a father must’ve been really, really tough. And if anyone did hear him, they would’ve never thought it was him to begin with.)

Thank you so much for tuning in for another chapter!! 🥺❤️❤️❤️❤️ I really greatly, enormously enjoy your asks, they give me so much insight about things that sometimes escape my mind!! Kgagagkak I don’t know how to describe it, but they motivate me allot 😭❤️

I can’t wait to show you the rest of the story…. Another…. Specific part I want you to read (well, more than one, but that one is another favorite of mine) hahahahahaaa

Once again, thank you so much for your support 🥺😭❤️ I shall strive to deliver the next chapters to the best of my ability!!!

Take care, and hope to see you soon 🥺❤️

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fairytaleriots · 11 months ago

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Repressing emotions, being ironic...the family business - Chapter 1

Summary:

Dave wants to find his Bro, Rose wants to return to her normal live as a college student. Instead they get involved in some rituals, find themselves and a family and maybe save the world. The last part might pose a problem. or Dean Winchester wishes he had what Dave Strider has

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Chapters: 2

Act 1 Chapter 1

„On recent developments: Dave’s skills in shooting, hand-to-hand combat and knives is improving faster, since he’s actually going doing with the set training regiment without complaining. Despite that Rose still wins against him in a brawl. She just doesn’t hesitate.“ – /home/personal/twins/training_observations_11.odt , Bro Strider’s computer files

Your name is Rose Lalonde and you have the life you always wanted. You have left the past behind you, started studying psychology at your first choice university, your apartment is small but enough and you have accumulated a small group of friends that you can depend on and that make you laugh occasionally. It’s nice. It’s normal. If only your subject of study didn’t regularly remind you that the past isn’t left behind that easily. To the point where sometimes it comes crashing through your living room window in the middle of the night.

You watch Jessica lock her car twice, first when you get out of the car and then again just a few steps later. She turns back as if she isn’t sure whether or not she has already done this and repeats it, just to be sure. She always does this, you note mentally. Just an innocent habit? Or maybe a prior bad experience? You want to dig deeper, crawl in and find the roots of it, but it’s late and right now you need to go to bed, because there is class tomorrow, so instead you file it away for later and smile at Jessica.

“Thank you for the ride. It is appreciated”

Jessica gives you s slight smile back: “Oh, any time, really. Come on, I’ll bring you to your door.”

That might have been flirting. Or another sign of anxiety. You add it to your file while making inconsequential chatter on your way to the door. You’re still halfway in thought when Jessica says her goodbyes.

You’re no longer in thought when you see the entrance floor of your apartment. You haven’t really gotten around to decorating here – or anywhere else in the apartment. You’ve been meaning to put up some pictures on the wall, to make it feel more like a home, for a while now. You just haven’t gotten around to it yet. The relative emptiness of the room makes the small shimmer of light coming though the slit of the slightly open living room door even more noticeable. Your hands go to the stiletto knives hidden in your boots. You hadn’t managed to make yourself get rid of them. After all, you might have wanted to leave that life behind you, but that didn’t make you unaware of what’s out there. Silently you sneak towards the door and open it, knife in each hand, ready to jump.

You see glass splinters scattered on the floor and over most of your furniture. A cold night’s wind blows through the jagged remains of what was once your living room window. You see your brother standing in the middle of the room, hands in his pockets.

“Sup.”, he says. “Sorry to just barge in like that, but you know how it is. Not that I don’t totally respect your space and shit, hell, I respect it more than an anxious teenage boy leaving room for Jesus during his first dance at prom. Hands all sweaty and he hopes nob-” You don’t lower your knives and give him a look that clearly conveys ‘Get on with it’. He swallows and, with a lot of practiced calm, he says: “Bro’s on a hunting trip. And he hasn’t been home in a few days.”

You take the tea bag out of your cup while watching Dave crawl around on the ground with a dustpan. “Surely this could have easily been avoided and my poor window might have been spared.”, you point out, when he gives out an annoyed sigh.

“I was going to! I’m a merciful burglar, I do nothing but spare windows all day long. I looked at your apartment and thought ‘No windows will be harmed in this breaking and entering’. It’s not my fault your window resisted, at that point a man’s gotta do what he’s gotta do and in this case it’s taking a big stone and shattering that window into its tiny, resisting pieces. You have to show the window who’s boss, ya know. Good job in securing it though, maybe account for big stones next time.”

He puts the rest of the glass in the bin and sits across from you. When you gesture slightly, he takes the cup of tea you had readied for him.

“I will remember that. Did at no point in this process occur to you that maybe the reason the window was secured is that I did not want somebody to break into my room or was the need to show the window ‘who’s boss’ simply to great?”

Dave lets out a snort and takes a sip of his tea. He immediately makes a face as if it’s the worst thing he’s ever tasted and then takes another sip.

“What the fuck else was I supposed to do?”

“Have you considered waiting at the door? Or, god forbid, call?”

“Would you have let me in?”

You look down instead of answering. You would have, probably. You can’t imagine turning Dave away, especially now. But, with how the two of you split, you can understand why he would assume otherwise and you can’t bring yourself to correct him. It might give him hope that things are gonna be like before you left hunting behind and they can’t be.

“I presume you want me to abandon my studies and help you find Bro then?”, you ask instead.

Dave gives you a look, like he noticed your change of topic, before he answers. You’re usually better at getting away with things like this.

“Well, yeah. It sounds kinda shitty, when you say it like that. But I… he didn’t say where he was going and, if whatever he found actually got him, I might need some back up. Not that that’s likely, Bro’s made of harder stuff. He probably just forgot to check back in, you know how he is.”

You do know. And you know how Dave is, too. You can hear the over-the-top confidence in his voice that betrays his anxiety. You know that Bro would not want him to be here and here he is anyway.

“Ill come. I’ll be able to catch up on most of my classes as long as I’m back in time for my exams. And I will be back for my exams.” You leave him no room for argument. He gives you a small smile, as if the look you’re giving him right now hasn’t made several of your professors shit their pants.

“ No shit. I wouldn’t and couldn’t stop you from being a giant fucking nerd.” “Then let us bounce.”

Your first stop is one of Bro’s contacts, a seer. Since Bro had left no hint of his current whereabouts or the job he had taken behind, Dave had thought that this might be the way to get a lead. Now you are walking into maybe the most tacky occult shop you have ever seen. Listen, you get committing to an aesthetic for a bit but maybe that aesthetic should include less knock-off dream catchers. Have a bit of integrity.

The seer is expecting you and you don’t know if Dave called ahead or if she’s simply good at her job. She must be, otherwise Bro wouldn’t have bothered with her. You bet he liked the dream catchers.

She gives you a blinding smile and says in a calming voice: “Hello, hello, sit.” She gestures to two seats heaped over with colorful pillows in front of the table she’s sitting behind.

“My name is Cassia and I am so overjoyed to be your spiritual guide today and this meeting is surely bound to be fortuitous.”

When Dave and you give her identical deadpan stares, she flips her long hair and the smile turns into a smirk. You are 90% sure that Cassia is not her actual name.

“My, my, you both really take after Bro, don’t you? Always right down to business.”

Dave flinches the slightest bit and you think she notices. She really is good then.

“That would be sensible. We really don’t know if this is time-sensitive or how far we might need to travel. Expedience would be appreciated.”, you start, when it doesn’t seem like Dave is gonna take the lead.

She starts rummaging around her drawers and pulls out an assortment of crystals and symbols embroidered into cloth without giving either of you much attention anymore. Not the right move either because you can practically feel Dave starting to vibrate next to you, thanks to the silence, before it bursts out of him: “Where do you get your info from anyway? Has to have a source, doesn’t it? Do you trade something for it or is it like a present, like does Santa show up and hand you a convenient little package full of other peoples issues. ‘Merry Christmas, this dude is cheating on his wife, Uncle Jason has gotten into some drama again and this is the place where the lost family member of these to fucked off to. Please use at your discretion.’” Dave’s eyebrows are furrowed in clear suspicion. Your family possesses remarkable eyebrow skills.

Cassia looks at him as if he’s a cat that has just thrown up on your bed while you were trying to carry it away as fast as possible.

“Some of us are just blessed with more insight than others.”, she says in a measured tone.

“And if your question is whether or not this means a hunter like you needs to kill me, might I remind you that I have worked with your guardian, who is undoubtedly a hunter through and through, for quite some time and he has not seen the need to do so?”

Dave’s look doesn’t change, but, when he doesn’t say anything else, she continues: “Shall we begin then?”

From an ornate box that has been decorated with paintings of clouds, she takes out a stack of cards and starts shuffling them. She handles them with ease and it’s quite mesmerizing to watch, cards flying through the air while still never seeming to leave her hands, faster than you can quite follow with your eyes, even though you try. Then, out of nowhere, her hands seem to catch on something invisible, breaking her rhythm, and a card falls from the deck and lands on the table. You see the image of the High Priestess before everything turns black.

Or not black. It is more...nothing. And then, all at once,the nothing becomes everything and it feels like too much and you want to scream except you are also everything, so everything screams. Suddenly the everything unravels, pieces falling off like petals, and it zeros in until you’re left with a scene of a man in a motel.

You have never seen the old-fashioned furnishing before and yet it feels incredibly familiar. It takes you a moment to become you again and you recognize the man as Bro. Glasses, hat, popped collar and seemingly unharmed.

You’d nearly forgotten how long it has been since you last saw him and you get the sudden urge to get out of here, to leave and go back to your studies. At the same time you have the bone-deep realization how satisfying it would be to just snap these fucking glasses into pieces.

He’s checking in and the man behind the front desk is giving him a key. This must already have happened a while ago. You mentally jot down the name, Bonnybridge Inn. You feel something like approval at the back of your head and then this last piece of everything falls away as well.

This seems to not have been part of the plan because Cassia seems both shocked and very determined to get rid of you when you wake up. With a last look to Dave and a murmured “You should be more concerned about that than the sources of my visions.” she practically shoves both of you out of her door.

“She didn’t even tell us anything.”, Dave says confused. “What the fuck just happened?”

You think of ‘Bonnybridge Inn’. You think of the overwhelming sensation of more than you could ever handle. You think of the presence in the back of your head and the satisfaction you felt at the image of snapping Bro’s shades in half. “Get in the car. I’ll fill you in on the way.”, you say out loud.

Bro had left the Chevrolet Silverado with Dave before going on this hunt. It had surprised you that Bro would leave his semi-ironic pick-up truck behind but apparently this had been established as a thing whenever Dave and Bro split up to go on separate hunts since you left. One could mistake it for sentimentality. You’re sure that Dave does.

After a quick google search you find your destination to be Chicago, at least 2 days travel from where the two of you are right now.

Dave rummages through his pile of cassette tapes and puts something on that not only have you never heard of, your barely sure its a genre and it’s definitely not old enough to have actually been released on a cassette tape. You look at the cassette case that reads ‘Meaty Fist Glassward’ and for a moment you consider making a comment about how this band has been gaining some traction, just to see if you can piss him off, but his face is blank in a way that reminds you of nothing good.

“So you could get started with the filling in now.”, he says, voice perfectly calm.

Part of you feels protective of the vision in some way, but the bigger part wants to make him see what you have seen, so you tell him the whole thing.

“We shouldn't trust that shit! Why did you get the vision, not the actual seer?”

“Well I hardly think we have another choice and it’d be foolish not to follow this up. And maybe I’m just better than her at her job.”, you say with a tone that may be slightly too smug.

Dave shoots you a look, except you can’t see his eyes and he doesn’t turn his face from the road so it ends up more like a disapproving grimace.

“Shouldn’t you be more unhappy? You were the one that wanted a ‘normal’ life and now you’re getting weird visions from some weird all-powerful hentai tentacle-monster.”

“There were no tentacles involved.”

“And I bet you’re real sad about that.”

He’s correct of course. About how you should be a lot madder at the situation. This is something that doesn’t fit in your plan and you hate it when things don’t fit in your plan. But something about it feels so right.

#homestuck #dave strider #rose lalonde #spn au #fanfic #riot writes #strilonde twins #posting the revised version of this first chapter in the hopes that it will bring motivation to keep writing #all of this fic is outlined and the first third is written #i promise

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singsweetmelodies · 1 year ago

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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let's spread the self-love 💞

phoebe!! this is such a brilliant and thoughtful ask game - thank you SO much for thinking to pass it on to me ❤️ also, i am SO sorry that it's taken me a week to actually reply to this 🙈 i saw this, LOVED this, but then had to go to work so didn't have time to answer it properly... and then of course had forgotten completely about it by the time i got back from work. i am literally THE WORST when it comes to answering my asks, istg 🥲

but here we are now! it's monday, and i feel like we could ALL use a bit of self-love on mondays, so i'll be passing this on ASAP once i'm done here. thank you again for thinking of me ❤️❤️and let's do this!!

my top 5 fics that i have written (for my current fandom), in no particular order:

love's a game, wanna play - AKA my fake dating AU, the one that really started it all, the one that's probably still the most self-indulgent thing i've ever written. this is probably the fic i have most enjoyed writing, out of everything i've written - it never fails to make me smile. ❤️ fake dating is just one of my favourite tropes ever, and they're my favourite boys, and.... yeah. MASSIVE soft spot for this one, always. (and yes: i am going to update this one day. i really am. but it might not be soon, because like i said, this fic is one which i genuinely enjoy writing. but currently, my writing is coming more in fits and starts/intermittent writer's block, unfortunately. i feel like i can't truly write a chapter of fake dating until i'm truly ENJOYING writing again. but whenever that is? you can bet there will be a chapter 7, because yeah, i fucking love this fic. it is my BABY. my beloved <333)

you are perfection, my only direction (it's fire on fire) - my dragon riders au, and the one that's my pride and joy for its worldbuilding and just the high fantasy/soulmatism theme of it all. worldbuilding and fantasy and soulmate themes are (you guessed it) some of my favourite tropes to read about, and i am really proud of the way i turned that into writing here 💙

it's you and me, that's my whole world - my prince!charles and his oblivious pining really-dumb-for-an-engineering-student idiot of a best friend pierre. this one just makes me feel so soft and fond whenever i go back and reread it - i just, i love them, your honour. (and charles IS the prince of monaco. the end.) 💜

long live the walls we crashed through - AKA my emotional reaction to the seb retirement announcement (i processed it by making him give relationship advice to half the grid (because why wouldn't i?) and then taking his OWN advice and finally going to talk to lewis.) it's soft and meaningful, and it's sewis, and it's a healthy dose of seb & the grid feels, and it just means a lot to me. a lot. 💚

so i guess all the rumours are true (you know i love a rouen boy) - ahhhhhhh, so, choosing the last one was SO hard for me, but in the end it just had to be this one: my monaco vlog au (AKA the one where i watched charles' monaco vlog in 2022, then rewatched it way too many times until the only thought left in my brain was "oh my god, i have to make this about piarles somehow.) and i did. and i am still very proud and very fond of this one 💛

HONOURABLE MENTIONS (because i can't NOT, and also because choosing was SO HARD for me) to your lips, my lips (apocalypse) and Game For Two and (you are the best thing that's ever been) mine. these three fics are all very special to me, in their own ways, and more than deserve their mentions on my honourable-mentions podium <333 ❣️

thank you again for this amazing ask (and for giving me the chance to go through my own fic archives!) this was an amazing way to make me smile again on a monday evening, and i hope that this answer might make some of you reading it smile too <333 ily all!!

#asks & answers #myfic #this is SUCH a brilliant and lovely idea for an ask game for writers #genuinely love it SO MUCH #brightened my monday right up ❤️#love you phoebe!!! thank you SO much for thinking of me <333 🩷

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xpeachesncream · 4 years ago

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perfectly wrong | two

summary: there were rules that had to be followed: no one could know about you two, there was no ‘getting to know each other,’ and there was absolutely no emotional attachment allowed. if this could be done, there should be no complications. but somehow, the rules always get bended.

pairing: reader x fuckboy!kth

genre: college au | fluff, angst, smut

words: 1.7k

chapter warnings: cussing / mature language, dirty talking and aggressive tae, rough unprotected sex, oral (f. receiving), hickeys, breast/nipple play, mentions of alcohol consumption and the scent of weed, slight angst or moreso you have a smart mouth but tae gets a lil bit smarter and pulls the attitude out of you.

tags: @soulstaes (pls lmk if you would like to be added to the taglist!)

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Here you were, in your shorts and cropped sweater, trying to look cute for the man who was just going to tear your shit off. You knew the process all too well - you get to his apartment complex, which is about a 10 minute drive away from yours, park in a guest spot and open the door using the code you saved in your phone from when Taehyung sent it to you awhile back. You step in and briefly look over at the security guy who's sitting at the entrance, making sure no one suspicious is coming through. He blankly looks at you because he knows your face. He's seen you here numerous times and he knows where you're headed.

You were one of the girls.

You're actually surprised you're here right now. You suspected he was still at the party, and even if he wasn't, he would be bringing another girl home. Aka miss girl who was all up on his lap.

"Hey." He says, doing that smirk that he usually does as he steps aside to let you in. He's still wearing the same clothes he was wearing at the party, which is giving off the scent of weed and alcohol mixed together. Nonetheless, he still looked good as hell in it and you tried your hardest to not stare.

"Surprised you didn't bring home someone from the party." He scoffs and shrugs.

"I mean I could, if you really don't wanna be here. Just let me know." He fired back, just to meet the level of your sarcasm. He turned on his heel and walked to his bedroom, hands in his pocket. You roll your eyes and follow him quietly. You awkwardly watch in the corner of his room as he pulls in the curtains to keep the street lights from coming in. "So, what is it Y/N?"

"What?" You snap back.

"You wanna stay or you wanna go?" You stayed silent, making him chuckle. "I thought so."

"Whatever Taehyung." While you drop your keys and wallet on his nightstand, you feel his hands snake onto your hips. You feel his breath against the nape of your neck, making the chills radiate throughout your entire body.

"Don't be like that, Y/N. I know you wanna be here." He says lowly. It instantly drives you insane that you feel yourself getting wetter by the minute. Such a damn shame that barely any talking needed to be done for you to feel this way.

"Oh yeah?" You respond with such a weak comeback, turning your head ever so slightly just to see his lips braze your neck.

"Yeah." He whispers. His hand reaches down into your shorts, immediately placing his thumb on your covered clit and moving it in circular motions. You cock your head back as a small breathy, moan escapes your mouth, making Taehyung suck on your neck in its various places. At this point, you honestly don't give a fuck if he's marking you up with hickeys. The consequences can be dealt with later. "I know you want me to make you feel good."

He turns you around to face him, his lips crashing into yours aggressively. He lifts you up without breaking the kiss, having you wrap your legs around his waist. He gently lays you on his bed and pulls away to take off his shirt before aiding you with yours and your shorts. You arch your back slightly, giving him just enough room for his long hands to unhook your bra and toss it across his room. His finger softly traces a line down the middle of your body, making you shiver at how light his touch is. He begins to plant kisses from your jaw, down to your neck, your collarbone, breasts, and inner thighs.

He wastes no time pulling down your panties just so his mouth can latch onto your area and suck all of its wetness. You feel your pussy throbbing harder and harder as the minutes go by. Taehyung is sucking you dry while gripping onto your breast and lightly pinching your nipples. You feel his tongue part your folds to taste a little bit more of your juices, causing you to moan his name louder.

"Tae, f-fuck!" You're now resting on your elbows as your head tilts back, your feet placed on top of his bed. He's sticking one finger into your pussy without hesitation, pumping it in and out like there's no tomorrow. Then he proceeds to slip two, then three, curving it inwards right at your spot while the other hand is wrapped around your thigh, providing him with a good grip. He knew your fucking spot. Your breathing picks up enough to make you feel like you're hyperventilating because you feel yourself slowly tipping over.

"Yeah? You're so wet, cum for me." He continues to suck on your clit as his fingers are now digging into your hips. You grip onto his hair like your life depended on it when you feel his tongue crazily licking in and out of your folds.

"Ahhh, fuck! Yes, yes, yes!" You yell out, your grip getting harder as you feel yourself finally letting loose and riding out your high. You tremble from underneath Taehyung's grip, which makes him smirk as he releases himself from in between your thighs.

"Tell me what else you want."

"I want you." You whisper out of breath.

"What about me? You gonna beg for it?" He lowers himself back down onto you, this time giving your breasts the full attention they deserve.

"I want you inside of me."

"Inside where?"

"My pussy. Please, Taehyung." He bites his bottom lip before fiddling with his belt and taking off his bottoms. He loved seeing this look on your face; almost like you could literally lose it without him being inside of you. It literally drives him insane. He lowers his boxers, making his lengthy member spring out like some kind of jack in the box. The sight makes you dizzy, especially knowing he's about to wreck you good with that thing.

He taps his hard cock a couple of times on your pussy before thrusting his entire being into your core. You jut your hips up into his, trying to keep up with his pace. Along with the sounds of him ramming into you, you're moaning his name and whimpering all sorts of gibberish.

The neighbors must be having the time of their fucking life listening to this shit.

"Fuck, Y/N. You're so tight. You feel so fucking good." He groans as he tilts his head back and slows his pace down a bit. The way your walls wrap around his cock warmly and perfectly drives him wild. God forbid he cums right now; he wants this shit to last a tad bit longer. "Turn around for me."

And so, you do what you're told. You're face up, ass down, with Taehyung holding your hands behind your back. He gives your ass one good smack as he's pumping in and out, getting faster by the second. You're screaming into his sheets because lord, do you feel yourself about to cum all over this man's manhood.

"Tae, oh god! You're gonna make me cum again."

"Uh huh." He rams harder into you. He's getting rough with this shit - his huge hand keeping yours locked behind your back while the other is now in your hair to pull on it. "Wet the fucking bed." He feels you cum all over his length, some dripping out of your pussy as he pulls out. He has to hold his breath and gather himself so that he doesn't cum right at this moment cause the sight was unbearable. He still wants you to ride him, so he gets into position and leans back onto the headboard for you to hop on. You feel yourself get a little weak as you gather yourself and muster up the remaining energy you have to ride this man into the sunrise.

You quickly increase your speed, grinding on his length as you feel up on your own breasts. Taehyung hates to admit it, but he loves looking at you from this angle and swears this will do it for him. One hand is digging into your hip because it's his signal for you to keep up the pace, while the other is around your neck.

"Fucking cum for me." You spat out as you keep your eyes locked on his. His eyes are dark and full of lust. He licks his lips before biting onto his bottom lip to try and regulate his breathing.

"Yeah, just like that. Give this pussy to me." He hisses and groans as your hips are loosely riding his length at this point. It's a mess, but you know he's riding out this high. You get on your feet, giving yourself just enough leverage to slow the circular motions. He tilts his head back with his eyes closed and groans loudly. "Fuuuuuuck! I'm gonna cum."

"Cum with me." You plead. You continue to ride his member in circular motions until you feel your knees buckle due to the orgasm that ripples through your entire body once again. He grips onto your sides tightly as he's giving his last thrusts to ride out his orgasm while resting his head against your chest.

"Jesus fucking Christ." He says as you both are now huffing and puffing, trying to catch your breath. You slowly fall into the space next to him, the sleepiness hitting you like a truck. Whenever you've stayed, you and Taehyung usually leave just enough space in the bed so that he's not really touching you, nor are you touching him.

It was really like that.

But what's different about tonight is the fact that even though you're on your side facing away from him, Taehyung manages to plant a kiss on your temple, before planting another on your shoulder. He never did that shit, whatsoever. It was always the fuck session, then you both would be off to dreamland without really saying a word to each other.

"Sleep tight." He whispers before shutting off the lights in his room.

Maybe it was the alcohol in him? But nah, sis. He'd been drunk before.

You didn't wanna think about this too much. You knew it was probably a one time thing. It wouldn't last 'till next visit.

It's Taehyung for fuck's sake.

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dancingazaleas · 4 years ago

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𖨆. 07 / all for us

summary: it feels as if god is blessing you personally when levi decides to spare you. but as the day goes on, you can’t help but notice things and ask questions, some of which you didn’t ask.

note: why was this chapter so hard to write

taglist: @voltairelesecond @baelo80 @the-sun-baby @uniquepickle @ascybous @messyhairday-me @stupid-stinky @saturnalya @megumitodoroki @kouyume @quacksonlover81 @gipumar

word count: +3.0k

warnings/notes: cursing, mentions of murder, mentions of drinking and driving, vomiting, mentions of blood, mentions of ocd, the reader is confused

LEVI ackerman knew he wasn't a good person. he knew from the moment he watched his uncle slaughter a man in front of him at the age of eight.

levi knew the moment he killed a man for theft. he knew the moment people would cower before him in highschool when he'd walk through the halls. he knew the moment he was sucking the smoke from a cigarette into his mouth.

he knew the moment he found himself fighting police officers. he knew the moment he was pushed against the hood of a car with his hands cuffed behind his back.

he knew the moment when erwin smith sat down in front of him with no emotion written on his face. the moment when erwin said he knew levi had done it, but he would be defending him either way. the moment when levi disobeyed the oath as he spat out his testimony. the moment the gavel was slammed down along with the verdict of 'not guilty'. the moment he stepped into the sunshine, erwin's hand in his, for the first time in months, knowing damn well he didn't deserve it.

but levi didn't care, he never did. the world he was born into was cruel. he had to fight for his place at the top, for his food, for his clothes, for everything. if no one cared about him, then why should he care for others.

but as he stares down at you trembling from fear on the floor, he can't help but think that he's incorrect.

"please don't hurt me again," you plead in a whisper, tilting your head to the floor.

levi only sighs, walking in and shutting the door behind him. he crouches in front of you, hand now awkwardly stroking your head.

"what happened," he asks, and it's something that comes as a shock to you. you were slightly prepared for a beating.

you snap your head up to look at him in shock.

"what have you got in your hands," he points at the scrapbook held to your chest.

"oh!" you fumble to show him, "i saw this earlier... i wanted to look but i didn't think you'd allowed me. i'm sorry, please don't hurt me."

"i would've let you, i barely look at this thing anymore. can you tell me what happened now," he scoffs at the front cover of the scrapbook.

"when i was going to put it back, a book on the shelf fell. then another book on the top shelf fell off, so i used the lower shelves as a ladder. as you can see, it didn't work," you look ashamed while you gesturing towards the shelf.

he just huffs, "go sit on the couch. we can look through that book after i clean."

you obey and watch levi heft the bookshelf back onto its legs. his fists clench as he looks down at the pile of books surrounding his feet.

hastily, levi's picking up the books by the color and placing them back onto the shelf. when he's finished, he takes a step back to look at it. he's unsatisfied, instead more frustrated as he starts to take all of the books off of the second bookshelf he has.

but in the middle of taking the books off the shelf, he twitches and taps the book against the wood five times. he's putting the books back onto the shelf, going back to the other bookshelf and taking all the books off of that.

you stare in absolute bewilderment. the shelves had looked perfect and identical to you, not to mention clean. as he's in the midst of taking the books off the shelf, he taps the book against the wood again.

and with that, he's placing it all back onto the shelf again. he sighs in relief after he's checked everything, finally trotting to you and plopping down next to you on the loveseat.

nervously, you scoot closer to him in order for you both to be able to see the scrapbook. he watches you flip it open past his baby picture, instead turning to the page that showed his mother feeding him.

"that's my mom, kuchel," he gently rubs his finger on the photograph, "think i was around a year at this point."

humming, you flip to the next page. when you realize it's the picture of levi at his mother's funeral, you try to flip the page but levi stops you.

a sigh, he explains, "my mother always had a very weak immune system, according to my uncle. because of where we lived, we both ended up getting deathly ill and we were too weak to get any help. i had to watch her die and wait for someone to come check up on us."

"i'm assuming it was your uncle," you tilt your head.

"it was. he took me in afterwards, gave me food and a shower. he even taught me how to hold a knife and how to fight for future reference. he had some work to do while i would fight for food."

you point to the one of levi standing in front of a building. to which he replies with, "first day of kindergarten. my mother was still alive back then so she decided to take the picture."

he turns the page for you, a relieved look in his eyes at he stares at the next photograph. it's a picture of levi, in high school, wearing a tux while standing next to another man with a bubbly girl holding onto levi as she holds up a peace sign.

the boy, who's also wearing a tux, has ice blue eyes and wavy dirty blonde hair that obviously hasn't been styled. he's got a gentle smile on his face while he looks at both the girl and levi, someone who levi was obviously fond of.

the girl has dark red hair in low and loose ponytails with freckles painting her tan cheeks. her eyes shine an emerald green along with her pearly white teeth.

"that's... isabel and farlan. met them in 8th grade, and we were at junior prom in this. farlan took me as his date while isabel went stag. i'm glad i still have this picture."

you resist the urge to fight back the joke of his type in men, instead asking, "are you not friends anymore?"

levi stays quiet for a moment, "they died in a horrible car crash a month later. some asshole decided to drink and drive while driving a semi. rear ended them at 45 miles per hour and killed them on impact. isabel was slouching in her seat and farlan was hunched over the wheel apparently. it was gruesome."

"i.... i'm so sorry," you reluctantly touch his arm.

he waves his free hand up and down in dismissal, despite hurt he actually was, "it's fine. happened years ago."

he turns the next page in order to distract himself from the sheer awkwardness that bathes the room. the next picture is of him, around the age of 24, standing in the sunlight while he smiles softly to the sky.

"erwin was my attorney, before he became a prosecutor, when i went to jail. he proved me not guilty and this was the picture he managed to take of me right after we left the courthouse. it was the first time i'd seen the sun without handcuffs on in months," he huffs with slight annoyance at the memory, something that surprises you just a bit.

"why'd you get arrested?"

"nothing you need to worry about," telling you would only make you fear him more. and that would be a pain to deal with.

the next page after is blank, along with the rest that follow.

"i stopped because i thought it was stupid," he crosses his arms, nudging the back of the scrapbook with his knee.

"i don't think it's stupid," you shake your head, fingertips gently tracing the grainy and textured paper.

"why's that?"

"well," you smile a bit while your mind wonders to the scrapbook pieck made you one year for your birthday, "it shows you the good memories that you might've missed as the time passed. reminds you that there's something in every little small day. it helps you keep the memory alive, even if some of it is upsetting, and i think it shows how much you've changed as a person."

levi stares at you, slightly flustered at your words as you relook at the photographs with gentle hands.

he stands up, "i just remembered the tea." ah, a sound excuse. if only levi had made tea.

you watch as he seems to rush out of the room, something you shrug off while gently putting the scrapbook on levi's desk and laying back down on the couch. you play another movie on the television that hangs on the wall, perking up when levi walks back into the room with a tray. it holds finger sandwiches and some lettuce mixed with some fruit in a small bowl along with tea. cracked sunflower seeds sit on a small plate on the side, and you feel yourself droll when you realize at there's cheese, lettuce, and ham on your sandwich.

levi places it on your lap, simply nodding at your kind, "thank you, levi."

he doesn't answer and just goes back to his desk, while you chew quietly.

it stays that way until erwin comes home.

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it isn't until your eyes are fluttering open that you realize you've fallen asleep. you flinch at the sight of erwin's face close to your's, but slowly relax when he pulls away.

"i'm sorry, i didn't think my kiss would wake you," he places a loving hand on your head.

"'s fine, probably needed to get up anyway," you reply groggily while rubbing an eye, "how long have i been asleep for?"

"levi said since a little bit after lunch. it's only three o'clock at the moment," he sits on the edge of the couch, smiling at how you shuffle to accommodate him.

"sandwiches must've been tasty.... did you just get off work," you sigh and snuggle up under the thin blanket that's been laid on top of you while you were sleeping.

erwin lays his large hand on your cheek, which has you tense for just a moment and then relaxing.

"i got off a little while ago but i needed to run errands," a thumb strokes at the apple of your cheek, something that you disgustingly find comfort in.

"where did levi go?"

"went to make himself some tea," he chuckles with a shake of his head, "he claimed that he felt withdrawals."

you shake your head while laughing, "i doubt he said that. how was work?"

"i guess i can say it was adequate. i missed you and levi the whole day, but would often get distracted by my clients and their necessities. i'm dealing with a kidnapping case at the moment. a girl around your age named ymir was recently found by her girlfriend, historia. i can't say anything more," he pulls his hand away from you and uses it to pinch the bridge of his nose.

you feel yourself get the chills.

he's.... working on a kidnapping case.

he's prosecuting.... a kidnapper.

he's punishing someone who's doing the same thing as him. someone who took away a girl and kept her trapped for months. god knows what the man did to the girl.

and here you are, letting erwin hold your cheek and looking through an old photo album with levi.

you feel sick to your stomach, shooting up while slapping a hand to your mouth and grabbing at her's shirt.

"i'm gonna throw up," you barely are able to speak without the feeling of your food coming out of your stomach.

startled, erwin stares, "what?"

"can... need a can," you gag and lean over the edge of the couch.

erwin gets up when he realizes just what it is you're asking for, rushing across the room only for you to spill your guts out onto the floor.

it's been forever since you've thrown up, minus when levi kicked your stomach, and it has your whole body shaking. the intensity of it all has your nose dripping with blood and tears falling from your eyes, forcing you to seal your eyes closed.

"what happened here," levi sounds scared as he stands in the doorway, but before erwin can even finish his sentence levi is slamming the door behind him while he storms out.

erwin sighs with frustration, helping you scoot down the couch so he can place the trash can in front of you without the bottom being dirtied. with shaky hands, erwin's pulling all of your hair out of your face while you sob and gag into the trash.

it's ten more minutes before you're able to lay back down. blood and tears stain your face and you dazedly stare up at the ceiling.

"i'll be back with a towel and some water, levi will be back soon with an avalanche of cleaning products," erwin reassurances while he stumbles out of the door.

just as erwin leaves, levi enters. he's got a mask that covers his nose and mouth and rubber gloves that match with his cleaning apron. he's carrying a sponge, some spray, a towel, a broom/dustpan, along with some breath mints.

levi squats on all fours, scrubbing at the floor aggressively as he rides the room of the stench and the stain.

"s... sorry," you croak and levi grimaces.

he ignores you in order to keep scrubbing at the floor just as erwin rushes in with a warm towel and some water. he wipes off your blood, tears, and the mouth to rid you of your vomit. you look at him dazedly as he helps you drink the water he's given you.

levi passes a few breath mints to you when you're done drinking the water, which you eagerly take. you plop them into your mouth, sighing as you rest back against the couch cushions.

"take her to her room," levi orders erwin while spraying the spray onto the floor and couch.

erwin does so in silence, carefully carrying you to your room and laying you on the bed.

"levi won't hurt me will he...? please tell me he won't," you grit your teeth while holding onto erwin's shirt sleeve, tears welling up in your eyes.

"no, he won't. he's just scared," erwin grabs the hand on his sleeve and holds it in his own.

"of what?"

"uncleanliness. a while after he started living with me, i took him to a psychiatrist as i had noticed strange behaviors. he ended up getting diagnosed with ocd, and the psychiatrist thought it had to do with his upbringing in poverty. if things aren't a certain way or clean enough, it causes him to spiral," erwin explains carefully, trying to find the correct words and meanings as he speaks.

"doesn't that... give him more of a reason to hurt me...?" you squeeze his hand tightly and pulling it closer to you in fear.

"it doesn't. why are you insistent at how levi might hurt you," he bunches his eyebrows up in concern while scooting closer to you.

"he's done it so many times before... remember? if i say the wrong thing... i'll get slapped. if i make a mistake, he'll beat me.. i just don't want to hurt anymore," you sob hysterically, bringing your free hand up to your face to cover your eyes.

erwin stares in bewilderment. he hadn't realized just how much levi's beatings effected you. of course, they were supposed to affect you in some way, but not enough where you were terrified of making a wrong move.

"he won't hurt you unless you've deserved it, and you've done nothing in a while. he loves you," erwin stroked his thumb across your skin.

you raise your hand from your eyes to stare at him, heat swarming your face, "he does? he doesn't act like it.."

"of course he loves you," erwin smiles, "i love you as well. we'd never hurt you unless given a reason."

something about his sentence makes your head throb in pain. maybe it was the secret confusion that lingered in your head. they said they loved you, even though they kidnapped you and beat you half to death. but then again, they did provide you with things you'd mentioned to them before in order to keep you happy. they even bought a grand piano for you.

it has your heart speeding up and your body hot, bashfully looking to the side.

you loved them back didn't you? they'd treated you with such care, hadn't they? bathing you, feeding you, dressing you, and even visiting you. anytime they were around you, your heart would speed up and you'd get a weird feeling in your stomach.

that meant love, did it not?

subconsciously, you furrow your eyes and grit your teeth. they didn't love you. they were just crazy.

well, maybe they weren't crazy, maybe just misled. you've yet to learn about erwin's past, but based on the way he acts, you assume that it might be a sensitive topic. that had to be the only logical solution, right?

but if they weren't crazy, they'd let you outside, right?

but then again, the outside world could be dangerous at times. when you went outside last time, you did get scuffed and bruised because of the concrete. maybe they just wanted to protect you? that had to be it.

you open your mouth to reply, but the sound of your door opening and closing has you slamming it shut.

"she's still crying," levi asks while walking closer, frowning at how you grip erwin's hand tighter.

"it's best if i let you and her speak about it," erwin says sadly, letting go of your hand and making his way to the door, "alone."

you gulp as soon as erwin shuts the door behind him, staring at levi anxiously. he plops himself next to your body, just like erwin did before.

"please don't hurt me..."

sighing, he lays himself down next to you and pulls you close to him.

"i'm not going to hurt you," he pulls your head into his chest and wraps his arms around you, "not unless you deserve it."

"but...," you quiver, "you were so angry earlier."

"i wasn't angry. i was just... nervous, i guess. and it wasn't at you, or because of you, it was at the mess."

a silence floods the room as you relax in levi's embrace, heat once again spreading to your cheeks.

"what made you puke? i know lunch wasn't that bad," levi grumbles while rubbing your back, arm slightly stiff.

"erwin... was telling me about his case. the one about the girl getting kidnapped...," you tense up again while levi sighs.

"why would he tell you that? i swear he's gonna end up shooting himself in the foot one day," he shakes his head, "you're not like that girl."

"how so..."

"we did it because we love you, not because we wanted to use your body," he scoffs, "surprised you think of us that lowly."

"n-no! i-i don't," you exclaim.

"i know, i'm just teasing. but don't doubt us like that. we want to love you and care for you, not use you," you trace your finger in a circle at levi's sentence, embarrassment washing over you like a wave.

"you love me?"

"yeah, wouldn't do what i did otherwise."

"i think..." you furrow your eyebrows, unaware of the slightly shocked expression of levi, "i think i love you too..."

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sidespart · 4 years ago

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The Fall of King Romulus Part 3

Summary: Twin Princes Remus and Romulus are cursed at birth with Honesty and Obedience. When Romulus, who cannot disobey any order, is told to kill his brother the next time he lays eyes on him, he changes his name to Roman and runs away. Roman joins up with a misfit group of adventures and plans to never return to his homeland. But the fae have other plans for him…

Warnings (for whole fic not necessarily individual chapters): Violence, mind whammying/memory altering, curse of obedience related consent issues, references to sex, references to war related injuries/PTSD, references to child abuse/neglect (YMMV on that one but just in case), antagonstic-but-not-exactly villian!Janus, Extremly-moraly-dubious-but-not-exacty-unsympathetic-Remus

Pairings: Mostly Platonic LAMP and all the found family feels. Could be read as pre-slash.

Feedback appreciated.

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Prologue Chapter 1 Chapter 2

Remus. Remus, Remus, Remus.

The mad Prince of Notaleveale.

Remus was coming here. Remus was coming to Steveange and if Romulus saw him-

Roman had to leave.

Which was easier said than done; when the streets were crowded with hoards of shoppers and revellers all pressing against him, blocking his path, stealing the air out of his lungs-

“Roman!”

He needed to go. He need to find Virgil and Patton in whatever rooms they’d managed to find, collect his belongings and-

No. That would take too long – he could replace the clothes and books, he already had his sword-

“Roman, what’re you-”

- but he needed his lute. To make any kind of living he had to be able to perform. It was the only thing he was good at and once he’d got away he’d be -

He could do it. He’d run away before. He survived alone, without anyone, he could do it again and-

“Roman! Stop!”

He stopped.

Logan. Heading towards him. But he hadn’t given a time frame and if Roman grit his teeth and pushed past the spike of pain he could start to move again in just a second-

“Wait!”

Dammit.

Roman waited. Fists clenched by his side, until Logan was next to him.

“Roman.”

His chest was tight. His brain wasn’t -wasn’t working right and Logan looked so odd, with his glasses askew and his face flushed – had he been running?

“I thought I saw Patton.” Roman blurted.

It was the first excuse that popped into his head and it was clearly not – not good enough. Logan was frowning at him, a pinched expression, studying him like an experiment and-

Roman hated him, suddenly.

Logan was an upstart swot with ideas above his station and a chip on his shoulder. He poked and prodded and lost them jobs with his terse words and his better than you attitude. He reminded Roman of the tutors who snap at him for his lack of understanding and bark orders for him to recite, repeat, remember, to be better, smarter, stronger: someone worthy of his title.

He reminded him most of all of Julius. His fathers closest advisor, who had been charged with unravelling the Princes’ curses. He was the one who had helped Romulus learn how to push against his curse. He would give him orders that were almost impossible to follow and watch with cold eyes as Romulus struggled to disobey. Together they’d categorised how much pain he could withstand, what orders could be navigated and misinterpreted and which ones he was truly helpless against.

Once, he’d bid Romulus to stand on one leg. And left him there until his muscles started to cramp and shake, waiting to see if gravity or the curse was stronger. Romulus had been in tears by the end. Had even wondered, briefly, about complaining to his parents. But is was such a silly, innocuous order compared to other experiments. What had truly upset him was how Julian had just stood there, not speaking, his eyes distant and cold and calculating as he noted down every twitch and whimper from the boy. Even when he circled him, Romulus could feel those eyes boring into the back of his neck like a-

“Princey.”

Roman blinked. Julius’ practice room disappeared, replaced with the sights and sound of the Steveange street. Logan was in front of him and his eyes were far from cold. When he spoke it was with the same gentle tone that Roman had heard him use when Virgil’s worries overwhelmed him or when Patton woke from a nightmare and didn’t know where he was.

“Did the cro- the woman. Did she say something to you?” Logan was holding his hand. Gently but firmly, he tugged at Romans tightly clenched fingers, encouraging them to unfurl. Roman stared uncomprehendingly at the deep crescent marks he’d made in his palm.

Slowly, Logan released his right hand and reached for his left, repeating the process.

Roman felt shame ripple through him.

Logan wasn’t Julius. Logan would never push him so far he broke.

Logan was his friend and Roman has made him worry with his silly behaviour and his slapdash lie. But he could fix it.

He forced a smiled. Flexed his fingers and straightened up his full height. Made a show of looking around him.

“I swear I saw him. Big man, big sword, big smile – he’s hard to mistake!”

Hesitantly, Logan glanced around too before quickly refocusing on Roman.

“Are you sure you –“

“Ah well, the mind plays trick I suppose – must be hunger getting to me, speaking of which…”

Roman reached forward and deftly snatched the bag from Logan's grasp, reaching in blindly and shoving the first pastry he found into his mouth.

“Mmmm so good!” He beamed at Logan with berry stained teeth, flakes of pastry flying through the air. “Aren’t you going to have one?”

Logan stared at him. Roman kept his smile sweet and his eyes clear. He held up the bag and wiggled it enticingly.

Hesitantly, Logan took the bag and selected a tart. Keeping his eyes on the bard the entire time, he ate his treat with much more refinement then Roman had shown. “Holding back?” Roman asked, teasing, “I’ve seen you eat jam before, there’s no point pretending to have table manners now.”

Logan just hmphed but his shoulders relaxed slightly and Roman decided to take that as a victory. “We should get going” Roman said and started walking, Logan easily falling into step beside him.

The streets were crowded enough that none of the sellers seemed to feel the need to call to Roman specifically, and so this time he was free to investigate the stalls he was actually interested in.

But instead he stayed by Logan's side

Logan was a good friend. For all he claimed to lack an understating of emotional nuances he was letting Roman have his space. He’d even distracted him earlier, when his biggest concern had been the a spike of homesickness after meeting their northern customer.

He was nothing like Julius.

Roman was going to miss him so much.

***

Roman kept up his performance of normality all the way back to the main square, where they had agreed to meet the others once their mission was done. The sky was beginning to turn dark by the time they got there, though it was easy enough to navigate from the sheer number of stalls still in operation, each one boasting its own selection of colourful lanterns.

“This is fantastic!” Roman gasped theoretically, spinning on one foot to take in the whole spectacle.

“It’s a fire hazard.” Logan muttered with a frown.

They found Virgil waiting for them by the central fountain. He had manged to find a seat on the fountains edge but was wedged between two young couples who had clearly taken the romantic festival atmosphere to heart. The healer’s shoulders were up by his ears and his cloak was wrapped so tightly around himself it looked constricting. When he saw them he sprang to his feet so quickly he almost knocked one of the young ladies into the water.

“Took you two long enough.”

Roman and Logan glanced at each other.

“Logan got lost-”

“Roman kept wandering off.”

“-We brought you baked goods!”

Virgil took one of the two remaining pastries with minimal grumbling and led them out of the square. They took the north east road, a path that curved its wary upwards into the higher levels of the city. Here the buildings were all built of a blush-pink marble that sparkled in the evening twilight. The streets were wide, with neatly arranged flowerbeds and street lights which had the steady glow of Arkazeii glow lamps rather than the flicker of oil. There were certainly no traders spread out on blankets. Logan looked distinctly unimpressed.

“Was this inn you found an…economical choice?”

“It was a ‘the whole town’s rammed and this was the only place with a room left’ choice.” Virgil snarked “and don’t worry – its one room for all four of us with no breakfast included, if you were worried about getting too… bourgeoisie…or whatever."

Logan raised his hands for peace.

“I’m sure you did the best you could.”

“Well …we were lucky.” Virgil told him, and then glanced over at Roman, his lip twitching.

“Apparently they give discounts to performers.”

***

The inn was certainly a cut above their normal haunts. With brightly painted walls almost obscured by well pruned climbing plants, outdoor seating, and a wrought iron gate leading to spacious stables behind the building. Even the doors were of better quality then your typical village tavern – made of wood heavy enough to make a satisfying crash when Roman stormed in.

The room was crowded, but Patton really was hard to miss. Roman shoved his way through to the back table where the big man sat waiting. Leaving other customers cursing in his wake.

‘Hey kiddo!’ Patton greeted him with a wide smile “Did you-“

“Key.” Roman snarled.

Patron blinked and him, shock writ large on his face. “Sorry?”

“The key. To my room. Give it.” Roman snapped. “It is mine right? Since you seem happy to pimp me out in exchange for-“

“Hey!” That would be Virgil. Roman half thought he had left both men behind in his rage after Virgil’s little announcement, but the elf at least seemed to have kept up. He’d reached the table just in time to hear the start of Roman’s rant. “What the hell is your problem Princey?”

“My problem? Oh I’m sorry, I’M not the one signing other people up to sing for their supper without permission Virgil.”

“You like singing for your – we thought you’d want to!”

“Well it would have been nice to have a choice!”

“Virgil. Roman.” That was Logan, it had taken longer for the shorter man to force his way through the crowd but he wasted no time now in inserting himself into Romans business. “whatever this is… it’s not about putting on a show.”

He turned to the other two. Virgil scowling, Patton wide eyed.

“He had an…episode in the market.”

“Excuse me?” Roman shouted.

“Roman, whatever disturbed you, you practically ran away.”

“Well perhaps I had simple grown tired of looking at your face? Had you considered that?”

He turned his back to Logan, rounding on Patton again: “Now, give me the-“

Patton already had his hand out, wrought iron key resting loosely in his palm.

“We’re on the fourth floor.” he said calmly as Roman snatched it from him. “First door once you get up the stairs.” Roman spun on his heel only to find Virgil blocking his path.

“Move.” Roman hissed.

“What is wrong with you?” Roman narrowed his eyes. Virgil looked angry. Looked one second away from telling him to sit down, shut up, stop causing a fuss. He wondered if he could get past him without using his sword.

“I’ll bring you up some food in a bit,” Roman blinked glancing back at Patton, startled. The warrior still hadn’t moved from the table - admittedly no easy task in the cramped corner- and was looking at him calmly.

“I don’t want anything” Roman muttered, sullen.

“But you might later.” Patton smiled at him. Not knowing how to respond Roman turned back to Virgil. The elf glanced between the two, chewed on his bottom lip for a moment, before sighing and stepping to the side. Not fast enough to prevent Roman from knocking his shoulder with his own as he pushed past however.

It wasn’t as satisfying as he hoped.

At a guess, the room was normally meant for storage not guests. Two rickety looking beds had been shoved in, so close together they might as well have been one. There was one small table forced between the end of one bed and the wall, with a basin of water perched on top. Someone, presumably Patton, had organised their bags neatly at the end of the beds. Roman’s was at the far end, closest to the window. Then Patton, then Virgil with Logan closest to the door, next to the only built in shelf where a candle had been left for the night. Roman would be able to wake with the dawn, as he liked to do, and Logan would have light for the longest to stay up and read.

Romans lute was not on the floor with his pack. Instead he found in had been placed on the bed itself, propped up on his pillow, away from any potential harm.

Whatever righteous anger he had been able to hang on too as he stomped upstairs dropped out of him now like a stone from a cliff. Without it, the despair he had felt in the market came rushing back. He sank down right there by the door, bringing his knees up to his chest as he’d done in the forest. As he used to do in Julius’ room.

He almost wished Julius was here – at least he would tell him not to cry.

The through was so absurd he let out a weak snotty laugh and buried his head in his arms.

He needed to leave Steveange.

He didn’t want to leave them.

But they had planned to stay for a week at least, hopefully longer.

Convince them to leave early? Except he couldn’t explain why. Find them a job out of the city? How? When the coronation and accompanying celebrations were over it would be easy enough to find a traveling group in need of a little extra protection, but for now no one was leaving.

They’d been excited to come. Virgil want to try the city baths, famed for their heated pools and soothing water. Logan had been talking about the library for half the trip. Patton was just excited to explore the city itself, meet the people and try the food. He loved when they stopped in busier towns but it was a rarity.

There was no way Roman would be able to convince them to leave just because he wanted to.

Roman did what other people wanted. It was all he knew how to do.

And even if he had a convincing reason…well, they probably didn’t want him around anymore anyway.

He scrambled up, grabbed the first pillow he could reach and buried his face in it to muffle a scream of frustration which turned into more sobs.

He was so pathetic.

Since he’d left home, he’d kept his memories, kept Romulus, buried as deep as he could. But now it was like Romulus was just under his skin. Ready to jump out If he let himself slip. With all his anger and hurt and fear.

Romulus was a liability.

Romulus was a murder. Or would be. If Roman couldn’t think.

He stepped over to his pack, still hugging the pillow to him like a teddy bear, and started to review the contents. He didn’t need to take all of this with him, surely? Half of it wasn’t even his, their belongings having become more and more intertwined the longer they travelled.

The healing salve was rightfully Virgil’s, the soft shirt he wrapped himself in during cold nights was actually Patton’s, at least one of the notebooks belonged to Logan.

He opened the nearest book to check, but instead of Logan's neat lists his own sloppy scrawl stared back at him. Song lyrics and passing thoughts and, on the next page, an unfinished sketch. It was of Virgil, hand covering his mouth but eyes betraying his laughter. The other pages, he knew contained scribbles of all three of them. He flicked back and found his favourite, the page marked with a yellowed leaf he couldn’t remember picking up.

It showed all three in one sketch. Logan, sleeping and so looking years younger, head pillowed on Virgil’s thigh. Virgil was turned towards Patton, rolling his eyes as if to say ‘can you believe this?’ but making no move to actually shift scholar off him. Patton was laughing, he was the most well rendered of the three figures, you could almost see his shoulders shaking.

Roman looked at it for a moment. Then slowly replaced the book mark and closed it. This would have to come with him.

A knock at the door startled him so badly he dropped the book, which bounced under the bed.

“Kiddo? Can I come it?”

Fuck.

Patton. He had -he had been so, so unbelievably rude to Patton.

His first instinct, which was admittedly not a good one, was to jump out of the window.

Roman took a deep breath. Focusing on the mundane task of sorting items had cleared his head somewhat. He was still a little shaky but his eyes were dry. He knew what would be expected of him now - Romulus had spent most of his life apologising.

“Come in.” he croaked and stood, squaring his shoulders.

Patton entered alone, two bowls of something that smelled delicious cradled in his arms.

Roman ignored the sudden spike of hunger – the fruit tart seemed a long time ago now- and bowed from the waist. He kept his back ramrod straight and bent low enough that it quickly became uncomfortable. It was the kind of bow Romulus would only have given his father or elder brother.

“Patton, I owe you my most humble apology I-“

“Roman I am so sorry.”

“The way I spoke to you was the height of disrespect and unprin- ungentlemanly behaviour I – wait, what?”

He straightened up and looked at Patton, confused. “Why are you sorry?”

“Roman, I – wait hold on.” Patton handed him one of the bowls and turned to close the door. “Do you mind if we sit?” he asked and Roman nodded, smiling despite himself. Patton was the politest person he had ever met.

Once they were both seated, Patton’s bad leg stretched out in front of him, Patton looked at him seriously.

“Roman you were right downstairs. We should never have promised you’d perform without asking you first - no it's true!”

But Roman was already shaking his head. “Patton you were fine, you know I love singing! I was the one acting like, like some sort of beast I-“

“I know you love singing but that doesn’t mean we get to pick and choose when-“

“But I wanted to perform as much as possible whilst we were here- I’d told you that!”

“-especially after travelling all week. We were, er, presumptuous.”

Roman stared at him.

“Unlike this soup, which is pre – scrumptious.”

Patton beamed at him. Roman groaned.

“Anyway I’m sorry for letting you stew-“ he held up the bowl again waggling his eyebrows “- up here for so long, but we needed to make things right with the landlord.”

Roman, who had been starting to relax under the force of two puns in a row, tensed again. “What things?”

Patton smiled. “We paid the difference – you don’t have to perform! Uhh unless you want to of course, but it’s your choice.” He nodded decisively whilst Roman gaped.

“b-but isn’t it expensive?”

Patton just shrugged, “Well, the last job paid well didn’t it?”

“Not that well!”

“Aw c’mon kiddo, what’s the point of having money if we don’t spend it? Right?”

Not knowing what to say. Roman shoved a spoonful of stew into his mouth without tasting it. Guilt turning the meal to ash.

“Patton…how many days did you pay for?”

“The rest of the week! And there’s still enough to have some fun at the markets, don’t worry, we can all have a – hey!” Patton put his bowl down, shuffling closer to put one warm hand on Roman’s knee.” Roman, hey kiddo, buddy what’s wrong?”

Roman found, quite to his surprise, that he was trembling. He followed Patton's example and put the bowl carefully on the floor before digging the heels of his hands into his eyes. “I…can’t Pat. I can’t stay here. I have to go.”

“Go?” Patton looked at him with confusion clear in his big brown eyes, “But why kiddo? You don’t like the inn?”

Roman groaned shaking his head “not the inn. The city. I’m not – I can’t – if ‘m here it- “ he let out a whine of frustration, hating his curse heavy tongue.

Never tell anyone about our conversation.

“I just-“ My brother is coming and if I see him I-

“If – “ my brother is coming and he won’t be alone. There are people who know who I really am and I –

“Okay.”

Romans head snapped up.

Patton still had a frown on his face but when he looked at Roman his eyes were as serious as Roman had ever seen them. “If you can’t tell me the details it’s fine but-“ he lent forward, “Roman, are you safe here?”

Without breathing, Roman shook his head. No.

Patton nodded and squeezed his knee. “Well then of course we’re not staying.” Hesitantly, he lifted his arm and rested one large hand on the back of Romans neck. Forcing their eyes to meet. “Whatever it is – we will help you. You know that don’t you?”

Embarrassingly, Roman felt his eyes filling with tears.

“We’ll leave in the morning.” Patton told him. Patton stood up, taking Romans congealing stew and his own empty bowl and headed to the door. He paused, one hand on the door handle. “Everything’s going to be okay kiddo.” he smiled, “We love you.”

And he was gone.

For a long moment Roman sat frozen, staring at the closed door.

“Yeah.” He agreed, eventually. “Right.”

Except. They didn’t. Not really.

They loved Roman.

Roman had screamed and insulted them and instead of kicking him out of their group like they had every right to do, they had given up what little money they had just to make Roman feel better.

And Roman was a lie.

Roman was Romulus with a bad haircut. And Romulus was everything they weren’t’ – a stupid, pampered, prince with no power or pride.

Patton might be willing to upheaval their lives just on Roman's say so, But Logan and Virgil were more practically minded. They would want explanations. Might even demand them.

Never tell anyone about your curse. Remove yourself from anyone who might ask you about it and put as much distance between you as you can.

Romulus was a liability.

One they shouldn’t have to deal with.

He strapped his lute to his back and secured his dagger in a hidden pocket that Virgil had taught him how to sow. Everything else he left, including, after a moments hesitation, his sword. He had been training Logan to use it, on and off, and whilst the scholar was no solider he was improving. At the very least, it would be some source of protection until they could hire another swordhand for their travels.

The climbing plants he had noticed on the way in made getting down from the window much easier than he had originally anticipated. Dusting off his hands he skirted the building, taking care to avoid the large windows of the main hall, until he found the entrance to the the stables.

He wasn’t proud of it, but he had stolen before when he first left home. He would have to again now in order to put some distance between the city and himself.

It wasn’t his worst plan.

And it might even have worked, had they not already been waiting for him.

When Romulus was eleven, and had taken to following the young Marquis de Orenlla around like a love sick puppy. Even now, under the weak light of a covered lantern and with almost fifteen years distance from the memories, he still recognised him instantly.

“Good evening, your highness.” The Marquis smile was as dazzling as he remembered, although his eyes were colder.

He had no army with him, and no weapon that Roman could see. But then, why would he need one?

“Come with me.”

Roman went.

part 4

#sanders sides #sanders sides fic #roman sanders #logan sanders #patton sanders #creativitwins #this chapter is just #roman having an extended panic and making piss poor decisions #but also having great friends #alas #sidespart writes #TS: Fall of Romulus

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i don’t wanna fight alone anymore - Chapter 6

The ship goes through a thunderstorm.

Wukong is fine.

(warning: Wukong is kinda like. panicking for most of this chapter, mainly this is based on what I do when anxious but. figured i should warn ya i guess.)

Word Count: 2.4k

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"Hot chocolate is ready!" MK said, walking into the common room, carrying a tray with 4 mugs of hot chocolate on it. He handed one mug to Mei, then turned to hand another one to Macaque, only for Macaque to turn away, not even reaching for the mug. "....Aren't you going to take it?"

"No." Macaque said, plain and simple, slouching down and back into the couch.

"....Why not?" MK asked.

"I can't drink hot chocolate." Macaque sighed, dramatically sliding down off the couch and onto the floor. "Chocolate is poisonous to monkeys."

"But...." Mei started, turning to look at where Wukong was standing behind the couch. "I'm pretty sure we've all seen Monkey King-"

"I'm immortal, so it doesn't matter." Wukong said, "Give me my drink, if you'd please."

"Here." MK handed the mug of hot chocolate to Wukong, who sipped at it as MK turned back around to bring Macaque's unused mug back to the kitchen. As such, he didn't see the look of brief confusion that flashed over Wukong's face as he sipped the drink again, quickly followed by shock, then a tired resignation. All evidence of that, however, was gone by the time MK returned to the room.

"How do you live without chocolate?" MK asked, as he sat down on the couch, looking down at where Macaque now lay on the ground.

"I manage." He said, his eyes closed. Wukong snorted into his cup.

"That's why he's so bitter." Wukong said, "Can't eat chocolate."

Macaque didn't dignify that comment with a response, his ears twitching before he sat back up, looking like he was concentrating on something. He sighed, standing up and walking towards the door.

"And where are you going?" Mei asked.

"To my room." Macaque said, "There's a thunderstorm coming, and I'd rather not get my hearing destroyed any time soon."

With that, Macaque left the room, the door closing behind him.

"A thunderstorm?" MK asked, "I don't think I've been in a thunderstorm, outside of that time Red Son took over the weather station."

"I've been in a few, while traveling." Mei said, shrugging. "Other than being a bit loud, they're not a big deal, really. The weather station keeps storms from happening in the city, so like you said, I haven't been in one for a while."

"Ha, ha, yeah, wouldn't want the power to get knocked out in such a large city, right?" Wukong said, "I'm sure that would cause chaos."

There was a....strange wobble to his voice as he said it, which prompted MK and Mei to look at him with confusion on their faces.

"Are....you okay?" MK asked, eyeing how tightly Wukong was now gripping his mug. Wukong gave a little laugh.

"I'm just fine, kid." Wukong said, before chugging the rest of his hot chocolate in one go. "I think I'm gonna go check in on Pigsy now, see ya!"

And with that, Wukong turned, walking towards the kitchen. MK and Mei watched him go with equal looks of concern on their faces.

The first roll of thunder hit when Wukong was helping Pigsy take a batch of cinnamon buns out of the oven. It was so sudden, that even though he had been tense, expecting it, he very nearly dropped the whole tray.

"Careful, don't want to waste them." Pigsy said, noticing the fumble, before pausing as he registered the expression on Wukong's face. "....You okay?"

"Yep, just fine!" Wukong said, setting the tray down on the counter. "Just wasn't expecting it, that's all!"

"If you say so....." Pigsy said, staring at how Wukong stood, hands behind his back, tense. He could tell that something was up, but-

Before Pigsy could say anything else, another bout of thunder rolled through, and suddenly Wukong was moving, turning and heading towards the doorway.

"I'm going to go check on how Tang is doing!" He called, over his shoulder, before disappearing down the hallway.

Tang was sitting in his room, reading one of the many books he'd found in Wukong's house. (He'd stolen them, technically, since Wukong didn't know he'd taken them.)

He faintly heard a bout of thunder-

And then Wukong was there, leaning over his shoulder.

"Watcha reading?" He asked, and Tang barely kept himself from startling out of his chair. He chuckled a little at the other's reaction, before returning his attention to the book. "Wait, isn't this one from my house?"

"They're all from your house." Tang said, recovering from the sudden scare. "I figured I'd get some reading material while we were there."

"I mean, at least someone will read them." Wukong said, "I'm not even sure why I held onto them really, I never actually bothered to read them."

"You didn't- why would you just get books and then not read them?" Tang said, "I mean, this one specifically has such a good plot-"

Wukong sat there, crouched on the edge of Tang's chair, and listened to him rant about how good the book was. In truth, Wukong actually had read all the books. At least 50 times. But he wasn't about to tell him that.

Listening to the ranting was actually a good distraction.

Or at least, it was a good distraction.

Eventually, his mind started wandering again, and all it could keep thinking of was-

A clash of thunder rang out, and Wukong stood up, jumping off of the chair and pacing, trying to look casual as he did so. He didn't think he fully succeeded, if the way Tang paused in his speech and looked at him was any indication.

That wouldn't do. He wouldn't- couldn't let any of the others know-

Tang went to open his mouth, and Wukong was already walking out the door.

"I'm going to go hang out with Sandy!" He said as he left.

Tang watched him leave with a frown on his face.

"I was just gonna ask if he was okay...." He mumbled.

So maybe going to Sandy wasn't the best idea right now.

Or, well, at least, it wasn't the best idea considering Wukong actively wanted to hide the fact that anything was wrong. Sandy was the best in the group at picking up on the others emotional states, so Wukong should've known that as soon as he entered the room he'd be asked;

"Are you okay?"

"Yep! Perfectly fine!" Wukong lied, wincing as another clang of thunder boomed outside the ship. As much as some part of him wanted to, he couldn't tell him. He couldn't tell him that the loud sound of thunder sounded all too similar to the sound of rocks falling, crashing, and tumbling their way down a mountain.

Besides, it wasn't entirely a lie, he was fine.

He could deal with this.

So long as he had a distraction.

Which was why, even though Sandy eyed him with a fair amount of suspicion, Wukong stayed around him a little while longer, trying to make small talk about any subject he could think of that Sandy might be knowledgeable about. Cats, tea- literally anything that came to mind.

And it worked- between talking about random subjects, and pacing while rubbing his hands up and down his clothing ( a self comforting gesture, he was unsure when he'd starting doing it, but he sure wasn't going to stop now-), the overbearing panic from the thunder was almost dulled enough for him to forget about it.

....But this strategy wouldn't work forever.

They'd all gone to bed.

Everyone was asleep.

They were still in the thunderstorm.

And now, Wukong had no one to talk to.

A loud boom rattled the ship, and Wukong barely stopped himself from whimpering as he leaned against the wall of the hallway. On the one hand, at this point, he just wanted to curl up and cry. But on the other hand, staying still for too long just reminded him of being trapped, unable to move-

Another roll of thunder came through, and Wukong couldn't stop the whimper this time.

Fuck. He couldn't do this, he needed- he needed another distraction, someone else to talk to-

But the others were asleep. There was no way he could wake them up for this, not only would it disturb their sleep, but he'd been doing such a good job of pretending everything was fine, that he was still the strong and powerful Monkey King that defeated Demon Bull King five hundred years ago. He couldn't shatter that image for them. They deserved to believe that they were safe with him there.

He couldn't wake them up. If only someone, maybe Sandy, was still awake, maybe then-

....But there was someone awake.

A mental image of Macaque, sitting on his bed, covering his ears so that they wouldn't be hurt by the loud thunder, unable to sleep from the noise, appeared in Wukong's mind.

Almost immediately he dismissed the idea. He'd already spent at least an hour locked up in a magic barrier with the shadow monkey, outside of general interaction around the others, he wasn't going to actively seek out the other's company for anything else. He still didn't trust him. There was no way he was going to let Macaque know about this.

Another loud crack of thunder quickly made him change his mind.

In only a matter of seconds he stood outside of Macaque's door, debating whether or not he should knock. The choice was made for him as the door swung open, Macaque standing there, looking tired and absolutely done with everything.

"Don't even start." He said, stopping Wukong before he could even open his mouth. "I could hear you panicking from miles away."

"I'm not panicking!" Wukong said, despite the fact that he clearly was, and Macaque sighed-

Before pausing, grabbing hold of his scarf and pulling it up to cover his ears, and that was the only warning Wukong got before-

Another clap of thunder hit, this one closer to the ship than the previous ones, based on how loud it was, and both monkey's cringed. A moment passed, then Macaque slowly let the scarf fall down from his ears, lightly rubbing them in an attempt to stop the ringing.

Wukong continued shaking.

Macaque took one look at him and sighed, before grabbing hold of Wukong's wrist, and dragging him down the hallway.

"Hey- what're you-" Wukong started to protest, trying to pull his wrist out of the other's grip, but Macaque held firm.

"I'm not dealing with this tonight." Macaque grumbled, and Wukong's protests continued, only the fear of possibly waking someone up keeping him from shouting at the other.

At least, until they started approaching MK's room.

Wukong dug his heels into the floor, actually managing to bring Macaque to a complete stop.

"We are not waking up MK." Wukong hissed, trying to level Macaque with a threatening glare, although it was very much ineffective, as another bang of thunder made him start shivering again. Macaque, who had used one hand to pull up his scarf and protect his ears from the noise, rolled his eyes.

"Unfortunately for you, I am not going to tolerate your bullshit." He said, ignoring Wukong's offended gasp. "It's late, my ears are ringing, and right now I honestly couldn't care less about your thunder phobia or whatever. You're going to talk about whatever the hell this is with MK and the others, and I'm going to go back to pressing two pillows over my ears so I don't get hearing damage, okay?"

"No-" Wukong said, but it was too late, as Macaque banged his fist on MK's door. There was a startled yelp, and a crash, and Wukong winced, knowing that his successor had probably just fallen out of his bed. A few seconds passed, and then MK slowly opened the door, tiredly rubbing his eyes.

"Macaque? What's going-" MK started, before noticing Wukong, who was very obviously trying to escape Macaque's grip. "...Monkey King?"

"Uh, hey bud!" Wukong said, smiling nervously even as Macaque sent him a warning glance. "Nothing's wrong, you can go back to bed-"

He was cut off by another boom of thunder, cringing and slightly curling in on himself. Macaque had let go of his hand, in order to better cover his own ears, but somehow the thought of running away was suddenly the furthest thing away in Wukong's mind. MK continued to glance between the both of them with confusion and concern.

"...Are you alright?" MK eventually settled on asking and Wukong-

Wukong finally gave in.

".....No." He said, quietly, looking down at the floor. Out of the corner of his eye, he noticed Macaque fade into the shadows, probably heading back to his room, but he wasn't really focusing on that right now. "I'm....not okay."

"It's the thunder isn't it." MK said, it wasn't a question, it was a statement, and Wukong nodded silently, still refusing to look MK in the eye. "Do you want to talk about it or-"

"I just need a distraction." Wukong said, "Just, I don't want to think about-"

Another clash of thunder, and MK winced sympathetically as Wukong decided to take a page out of Macaque's book and cover his ears with his scarf. Surprisingly enough, the fabric over his ears did actually help a little, it was almost a bit comforting, really.

MK waited until Wukong had mostly pulled himself back together before speaking again.

"We could play Monkey Mech?" He suggested, "I've got a TV and console in my room-"

Wukong practically rushed past him, entering the room and immediately finding the console and turning it on.

MK sighed, setting his controller down on his lap as he glanced at the clock.

4 am in the morning.

(Usually, MK would be a bit concerned over how little sleep he was getting, but-

To be honest, he hadn't been sleeping well the past few nights anyways. What was one more sleepless night?)

"Y'know, arguably, you probably should've gone to Sandy for this." MK said.

"Probably, yeah." Wukong mumbled, before looking over at MK. ".....Can you promise me you won't tell the others about this?"

"...Sure." MK knew that the others had also figured it out already, but if Wukong wanted to pretend that no one knew, well, MK certainly wasn't going to be the one to start digging into that.

That was probably a job that would be best left to Sandy in the long-term.

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captainamericasbeard · 3 years ago

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Empathy Ch. 7

@Pairing: Bucky x Empath!Reader

Word Count: 2.3k

Warnings: smut. It’s soft smut but it’s smut nonetheless.

Summary: Y/N is an empath tasked with helping the Avengers but healing only comes if you want it.

A/N: This chapter came soooo much easier than the last one. I’m really proud of this one right here. Enjoy! If you want to be tagged just send me an ask.

Chapter 6 ll MASTERLIST

You awoke the next morning tangled in Bucky’s arms and legs. It took you a few moments to remember where you were and why there was another person wrapped around you. When it dawned on you that you and Bucky had spent a peaceful night in each others arms, uninterrupted by terrifying visions, you couldn’t stop your smile. You carefully turned yourself over so you could face Bucky without waking him. You looked at his serene face, his long eyelashes splayed out on his cheeks, and his full lips soft and relaxed and you thought your heart might burst. Bucky stirred in his sleep. He pulled you closer and buried his face into the crook of your neck and shoulder and you giggled at the scratch of his beard.

“You’re waking me up doll. You’re all excited and you’ve got my heart pounding,” he murmured.

“Sorry Bucky. But you didn’t have any nightmares. I was just happy,” you replied.

“I know. Dreamt abut you instead,” he said as he started to peck featherlight kisses on your neck.

“What kind of dreams?” you asked, your stomach fluttering.

“All kinds of dreams,” he said. He finally opened his eyes to look at you and his own were twinkling darkly. Your breath stopped at the look in his eyes and the two of you lay staring at each other like that till the air was thick with tension. Bucky shifted up so his face was next to yours on the pillow and began to place kisses on your eyelashes and nose as he’d done the night before. He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you impossibly close to him. Your breath was caught in your chest as he got closer and closer to your lips. Finally, finally, when you felt like you would fly apart if he didn’t, he brought his lips to yours. It was tender and soft until it wasn't. Your arms were around his neck and your hands tangled in his hair and his warm hands were at your waist and your stomach and your ass. You don’t know who came up for air first but eventually you broke the kiss and pressed your foreheads together, both breathing heavily. Bucky continued to lay little kisses on your face. Your eyes were closed but you felt a tear slip out from under your lashes as a shudder ran through your body. Bucky pulled back from kissing you and opened his eyes you find your tears flowing freely. He brought his hands up to your face to wipe away your tears and brush the hair out of your face.

“What’s wrong little love?” You were silent for a beat as you tried to organize what you were feeling.

“You love me,” you eventually sighed, opening your eyes to look into his clear blue ones.

“Of course I do! I told you last night and nothings changed,” Bucky replied.

“I know it’s just, I can feel it. I can feel it and it fills me up and makes me stronger and I… I’ve just never felt that before.” Bucky’s look of concern broke into a smile and he kissed you again, this time shifting so he was on top of you caging you in with his arms, making you feel little and loved.

“I love you, Y/N, and if you’d let me, I’d like to show you,” he said, his eyes darkening again. You nodded. He kissed you slowly as he inched his leg in between yours. You felt your stomach tighten and you moaned softly into his kiss. Bucky began to inch his hand down your body. He took your leg and hitched it up over his waist as he groped your ass. Your heart was pounding wildly as you felt the emotions building in your chest. You quickly broke the kiss.

“Wait,” you said pulling away from Bucky slightly. Bucky looked horrified. He immediately pulled his hands off you and made space between the two of you.

“I’m so sorry,” he rushed to say and you cut him off with a laugh turning his look of horror into one of confusion.

“No, no. it’s nothing like that,” you said holding his face to allay his fears. “It’s just, sex with me can be pretty… intense. Emotionally.”

“Well, I cant say I’m surprised,” Bucky said with a chuckle.

“Yeah… not a shock obviously. It’s just… I’ve kind of avoided it because of that,” you said avoiding Bucky’s gaze.

“We don’t have to do anything, darlin’,” Bucky said and you loved him even more for it.

“No,” you said, “No I want to, I really want to, it’s just, well… you’ve been warned.” Bucky laughed at that.

“Noted,” he said as he closed the gap between you once again. He brought his lips to yours and you were lost. Lost in the ocean of your love for each other and every wave threatened to overtake you. You anchored yourself to Bucky and felt peace in the storm.

The two of you were a tangle of arms and legs and Bucky’s hands were everywhere- massaging your breasts and tweaking your nipples, tickling down your sides, and dipping into your core where you needed him most. You moved as one, as though you’d been together the whole time. You both felt dizzy with the mutual love that was swirling between you two.

“Need you Bucky, please,” you breathed out and Bucky obliged. He lined up with your entrance and slid in in one perfect motion, the two of you connecting as though you were made for each other. He set a steady rhythm and you could feel the air in the room growing thick with electricity as the coil in your belly tightened. You whimpered as Bucky brought his fingers down to your bud and you felt as taut as a tightrope. It was only seconds before you snapped and a crack of thunder pealed through the room as you reached your high. Bucky didn’t stop as the waves crashed over you and you immediately felt yourself building again.

“One more for me darlin, I know you’ve got it in you,” he said, his deep voice sending tremors through you. His lips trailed down your neck till they reached your erect nipple which he took between his teeth. The sensations were too much for you and you came again almost immediately as Bucky followed right behind you. Thunder cracked and electricity bounced around the room as you came down from your highs. The sockets in the walls popped and cracked and everything went dark as the lightbulbs flared bright and exploded. You both looked at the mini lightening storm filling the room and burst out laughing

“Well that’s new,” you exclaimed as the storm petered out.

“That’s… what the… is that going to happen every time!?” Bucky asked looking around bewildered.

“I have no idea!” you said. “I think we blew a fuse,” you said seriously and you both burst out laughing. Bucky flopped down beside you and pulled you close. There were goosebumps breaking out on both your skin as you held each other tight.

Bucky turned to you, his expression open and honest where it used to be so closed off. You smiled to see him so happy and reached out to run your finger down his cheek and along his jawline.

“I love you,” he said. “And I’d love to wake up next to your happy little heart forever.” You covered your face at his confession and sobbed with joy. He wrapped himself around you, and gently kissed the top of your head.

The afternoon went pretty much the same as the morning, you and Bucky wrapped tightly around one another, electricity crackling through the room until Steve came and pounded on the door.

“Can you two cut it out!? The whole compound is going bonkers!” He exclaimed.

Bucky leapt off the bed and you managed to figure out what he was doing and cover up just in time. Bucky whipped open the door and stood there stark naked in all his glory.

“Gotcha all wound up, Cap?” Bucky asked smirking. Steve just pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed.

“Mission briefing in 10 minutes,” he said completely exasperated. “You too, Y/N.”

“You got it Cap!” You said, saluting from the bed. Steve let out another heavy sigh and walked away.

Bucky closed the door and the two of you burst into laughter.

10 minutes later found you and Bucky walking down the hall hand in hand. You glanced down at your intertwined fingers and your heart did a happy dance. Bucky looked at you and smiled, stopping mid stride to kiss you. Soon you were pressed up against the wall, lost in each other’s love. Steve poked his head out of the door and shouted,

“Would you two give it a rest! Everyone’s waiting, come on.” You broke apart in a fit of giggles and quickly followed Steve into the briefing room. Steve stood at the front of the room glaring at you and Bucky and you quickly settled down adopting serious, professional faces.

“First a round of applause for the happy couple. We’re all so glad it finally happened,” Steve said clapping along with the rest of the group. “Second, you two are only allowed to do it at night. People were jumping each other in the hallways and we had to go to the backup generators.” You groaned and hid your face in embarrassment while Bucky roared with laughter.

“Very funny, yes,” Steve said rolling his eyes. You could tell he was actually quite happy for you and his best friend. “Now, we’ve got a mission,” he said. His tone was serious and Bucky, who was still shaking with laughter, sobered up immediately.

“Y/N, your father is here, in a little known South African rainforest on the outskirts of Nelspruit. Very remote, very hard to get in unseen. It’s going to require a two day ride down the Crocodile River. And yes, it’s appropriately named so stay in the boat. From what we can tell on satellite the base is fully loaded with 100 agents. And since human experimentation is the name of the game there will be hostages. We’re bringing in some extra fire power for this one. I feel confident we can take the base, save the hostages, and bring down Dr. Y/L/N. Y/N your job, along with Bucky, is to find your father, subdue him with your powers, and capture him alive. Alright?” He asked glancing around the room, his eyes landed on you. You nodded firmly, your mouth too dry to speak. “Ok, we leave in 20 minutes. Suit up.” He finished with a nod.

“I don’t have a suit,” you muttered under your breath to Bucky. Your nerves were affray and he could feel it.

“Yes you do,” Tony Stark said as he came striding into the room carrying a large silver suitcase. You jumped up in surprise and Tony stuck out his hand in greeting. You took his hand and shook it feeling a bit stunned.

“Quick, what am I thinking,” he asked.

“It would be rude to say,” you replied with a smirk. You and Tony were definitely going to get along.

“Hey Tinman,” Tony said peeking around you at Bucky, who jerked his head up in greeting.

“Why am I Tinman if you’re the one in the can?” Bucky asked sharply.

“Good question, good question. I’ve got one for you, what the hell did the two of you do to my power grid?” Tony asked with his eyebrows raised.

“Yeah, I have some questions about that myself,” you said awkwardly.

“Those question would be better directed to the good doctor,” Tony said, jerking his head toward the man walking through the door who you immediately recognized as Bruce Banner. He looked nervous as he conversed with the demi-god who followed him.

“Or maybe Thor would know. Ask one of them, please don’t make me answer any sex questions involving Barnes.” You nodded, your cheeks glowing pink. Your first conversation with Tony Stark and you were casually chatting about your sex life.

“What’s in the case,” Bucky asked, feeling your embarrassment and changing the subject.

“Glad you asked,” Tony said hoisting the case onto to table in front of you. He offered his thumbprint and clicked the latches and the case sprang open revealing a sleek suit made with black fabric arrayed with black throwing stars. You stared in wonder.

“Now, I understand that, aside from being a super solider, you’re also combat trained?” Tony questioned.

‘I’m shield trained. I’m no Black Widow but I can take down your bog standard Hydra goon,” you replied, your eyes still focused on the deadly point of one of the throwing stars. “How’d you know?” you asked tearing your eyes away from the gleaming metal and fixing Tony with a stare just as sharp.

“Tip from a mutual friend,” he answered.

“Fury,” you muttered.

“Throwing stars, huh?” Bucky asked glancing up at you. You simply nodded and let Tony do the talking, which he seemed very happy to do.

“Y/N is about as good with a throwing star as you are with a knife, is that right? She’s been training with them since she was a teenager,” Tony explained.

“It’s true,” you answered searching Bucky for his thoughts on the matter. He seemed relieved to find you had some battle skills and wouldn’t be walking into this mission unprepared.

“Well the stars are carbon fiber steel. The suit is a bit more high tech. It’s micro mesh kevlar, strongest stuff out there save vibranium. And its woven with a living polymer that will heighten and focus your abilities. Be careful, you’re going to be a lot stronger than you’re used to.” You glanced up at Tony who held your gaze. “Don’t let your emotions run away with you, we want your father alive.” You nodded in understanding.

“Alright. Like the old man said, suit up.”

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avengerscompound · 4 years ago

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Until the End of the World - 19

Until the End of the World: A Captain America Fanfic

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Buy me a ☕ Character Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers x F!Reader

Word Count: 2174

Rating: E

Warnings: Descriptions of giving birth

Synopsis: Four years after Steve and Bucky got to the bottom of the HYDRA conspiracy that had led to you and your son being hunted for the first three years of his life, you, Bucky, and Steve have carved out a nice life together. Things are calm and you feel like a family unit. When Geo starts calling Bucky and Steve ‘dad’, a decision is made to try and add to your family.

Things aren’t as calm as they seem. When your pregnancy hits the papers, HYDRA rears its head once again, and Steve and Bucky need to track you down to protect the family they had created.

Chapter 19

Bucky was having a lot of difficulty hiding his panic. There were a lot of emotions coursing through him right now. Fear, excitement, stress, confusion, happiness all surged through him, mixing to make him a highly anxious mess. He welcomed those feelings. He normally shut down so much while on a mission and retreated into his ‘winter soldier’ headspace that he felt nothing at all. Seeing you in that hall with Viper attacking you, he’d reacted on instinct, firing his gun before he even considered all the ramifications of it. It would have happened anyway, when he was the soldier he assessed risk quickly and acted without question. Seeing you had just increased the urgency of it.

As Viper dropped to the ground the actual reality of what was happening crashed down on him, thrusting the soldier back into the dark and dragging Bucky right into the driver's seat again, and now he was crouched on the floor of what looked like an office, in a secret underground HYDRA base, cradling his son, and a crying infant, while you were on all fours giving birth to his daughter.

“Okay,” he said to himself as he tried to soothe the two crying children. “Okay. I’ve got this.”

“Bucky,” you wailed. “Bucky… I don’t know what to do. I can’t do this.”

“It’s okay, babe,” he said and rubbed Geo’s back. “G, I need you to be really brave for me buddy. I need some help.”

Geo shook his head and pushed his face a little harder into Bucky’s neck.

“Geo,” you said. “Your sister’s coming. And your mom needs me to help get him out. I can’t do that if I have to hold you and the baby.�� You think you can help me out?”

Geo raised his head a little and wiped his eyes. He gave a small nod.

“Thank you. I promise as soon as I can, I’ll pick you up, and you can sit right here if you want,” he said, as he put Geo down. “Now I know this baby is crying a lot, but I need you to hold them okay. You want to sit down and I’ll give the baby to you?”

Geo looked at you and scrambled back against a wall. Bucky carried the crying baby over and crouched down again. “Can you do this, buddy?” He asked.

Geo nodded and Bucky put the squalling infant into the little boy's arms. “I know it’s not fun,” he said and took his earpiece out and put it into Geo’s ear. “Here, you can talk to your dad, or FRIDAY to distract you. But I need you to be gentle and just hold the baby like that. And when your dad is at the door, you can let him in, but don’t let in anyone you don’t know, okay?”

Geo nodded and Bucky pressed a kiss to the boy’s brow. “You’re doing so well, I’m so proud of you,” he said.

Bucky didn’t feel great about leaving Geo with the baby, but there wasn’t much choice. He returned to your side and knelt behind you. “I’m here, honey,” he said, gently massaging your hips. You hadn’t changed position since he’d left you - you were still on your hands and knees, but now your arms were bent and you had your forehead pressed on your forearms and your ass popped up in the air. “You comfortable like that?”

“No,” you whined. “But it’s the best I can get. Bucky how is she?”

Bucky shook his head. “I don’t know, babe, but I can see her hair. She has your hair. I bet she’s going to look like you.”

“Do I push?” You asked. “I don’t know if I should be pushing.”

Bucky chuckled. “I don’t know, honey. Do you feel like you need to?”

“Yes,” you whined.

“Then push. I’m right here. I’ll get her,” he said, hoping he sounded more confident about this than he felt.

You moaned as you strained and more of the baby started to show. Thankfully Bucky had paid attention to the birthing videos in class, because this had to be the weirdest thing he’d ever seen, and he’d seen some pretty weird things. It was blood and messy and it looked like she was about to tear you in half. “You’re doing great, darlin’. Keep pushing.”

You strained again, bearing down and the baby’s whole head slipped free. Bucky used his fingers to pull her chin free, and tried to get her shoulders into a better position. “Looking good, honey. Nearly there.”

The door opened and Bucky barely heard it over your moans and the cries of the infant with Geo. Geo’s voice grabbed his attention though. “Daddy!” Geo said.

Bucky whipped around, first looking at Geo who was sitting in the corner with the baby and then to the door where he was looking. Steve stood, filling the frame, his shield in hand, and standing in a defensive position as he surveyed the situation in front of him. He quickly put the shield on his back and strode inside. “Honey, are you okay?” He asked, crouching by your head.

You nodded. “They gave me something…” you said, sounding almost apologetic.

“It’s okay. We’ve got you,” Steve said.

You winced and strained again, pushing. Bucky helped wiggle the baby’s shoulders free and she slipped right out. As soon as her body was free her tiny newborn wails joined the other baby’s cries. “She’s here,” Bucky said, holding her in his arms and lifting her for you to see. “You did it.”

You rolled onto our back and started to cry, and Bucky carefully put the infant on your chest. With all the things he’d done in his life. All the lives he’d taken, he had never been responsible for bringing life into the world. It felt good, even under these insane and tense conditions. He only took a moment to appreciate it before getting up and going to Geo. “Okay. You did so well,” Bucky said, taking the baby back from the boy.

Geo got up and scrambled over to you and Steve, crashing into Steve’s side. Steve picked him up and put him on his hip. “Did you help?” Steve asked gently.

Geo nodded but didn’t say anything. Bucky wondered how long it would take before Geo would be able to shake any of this off, or if he’d ever be able to. How much can a kid go through before it does permanent damage? “What happened? Who’s baby is that?” Steve asked.

“Can you help me sit up?” You asked. Steve helped you into a sitting position and let you lean against him. “They’d been keeping other people here. From the tests. I don’t know if they’d had them from the start or if they only bought them in recently… but… they … they were breeding them, Steve. Like they were animals. Trying to replicate Geo. That baby… I don’t know if there are more, but his mother asked me to look after him.”

“Okay,” Steve soothed as you, babbled to him. “It’s okay. We’ll figure it out.” He paused and held his hand to his ear. “Tony… she just gave birth, we’re going to need a medivac… Alright… page me when it’s clear.”

“What’s happening?” Bucky asked.

“They’re still rounding up the last of them,” Steve asked. “Geo, can you tell if there are any other exits that our friends didn’t come through?”

Geo shook his head. “I didn’t let ‘em out,” he mumbled into Steve’s neck.

“Good boy,” Steve said. “You’ve been so brave and done so well. You know that?”

“Steve… Steve…” you said, shaking your head. “Steve we need to say he’s ours.”

“What?” Steve asked, confused.

“There’s no record of him being born,” you said. “No one will know. We need to say he’s ours. That I had twins.”

“Sweetheart,” Steve said, gently. “You’re not thinking straight.”

“She made me promise if anything happened to her…” you implored. “Please, Steve.”

Bucky looked down at the tiny infant in his arms. He could pass for Bucky’s if not anyone else’s. He was a little bigger than the little girl now on your chest, but barely. Though, with the fact she was still attached to her umbilical cord, Bucky wasn’t sure how easily they could fake it.

“We’ll work it out,” Steve promised. “I swear, he’ll come home with us. You won’t break your promise.”

It was another hour before the site was secure and a medical team managed to come and collect you. In that time, you had passed the placenta too, and Steve had sent one of the legion down to the med bay for a clamp and he’d clamped off and cut the umbilical cord. You and the two infants were taken by ambulance back to the tower and to the medbay. The facility was state of the art and it meant that the baby - Gal - could stay with you because anytime that it was even hinted at that he be taken away, you would start to panic again.

Geo wouldn’t leave your side and he didn’t particularly like it if Bucky or Steve went anywhere either. He stayed on your gurney on the ride out of the HYDRA facility and all the medical checks that you and he had to do, had to be done in the same room.

You, Geo, and the two infants were finally sleeping. Geo was sleeping in the crook of your arm on the hospital bed, and they’d set up two more for Steve and Bucky to use because Geo didn’t want to have anyone separated.

Steve had used the opportunity to go sort out some of the legal paperwork and make sure that every i was dotted and every t crossed. When he returned to check on everyone, he looked tired and frazzled.

“Still sleeping?” He asked as he sat down next to Bucky on the couch in the corner.

Bucky nodded. “They’ve been through a lot. “It’s going to be a while before they get over this.”

Steve frowned and nodded. “We should have been more careful.”

Bucky nodded. “Can’t do anything about that now,” he said. “We’ll be more careful from now on.”

Steve sighed and let his head fall back against the wall. Bucky took his hand and linked their fingers together. “It occurred to me while I was talking to Ross, we haven’t named our daughter yet.”

Bucky smiled. “Yeah. I guess that’s what happens when you take the ‘wait to meet her approach and then meeting her is an unmitigated disaster,” he said. “It can wait. She’s here and safe. That’s the main thing.”

Steve nodded and let out a breath. “Yeah…” he turned and smiled at Bucky. “Look at you, choosing the positive side.”

Bucky laughed softly and shoved him. “Jerk.”

The two men remained silent for a moment, just watching as the rest of their family slept. “What are we going to do about Gal?” Bucky asked eventually.

Steve shook his head. “I’m not opposed to adopting him. You know biology isn’t important to me. But what if he has family out there? And I mean that really… what if? They have a right to know and they would have been grieving over his parents. But if they want to raise him, what if they’re not set up for it? And what if he has no family? We’re having enough trouble trying to adopt Geo, and that’s with his biological mother’s permission. What if they deem us unsafe? And who could blame them, look what happened?”

Bucky frowned. “What are you saying?”

“I don’t know… I guess…” Steve said. “I guess I’m saying, maybe we should just lie about his birth. Say they are twins. We were the only ones there for her birth. Who’s going to argue? Some imprisoned HYDRA agents?”

“You’re seriously considering it?” Bucky asked. “That’s … kind of illegal, Steve.”

“Because I’ve never broken the law when I thought it was necessary,” Steve snarked. “Did you forget I was a war criminal?”

Bucky chuckled. “Well, if you’re serious, I’ll support it, but you better decide one way or the other. Because it needs to be done when we fill in the birth certificates, and we’re going to need to convince some doctors to back us up.”

Steve nodded and ran his thumb over the back of Bucky’s hand. “I know,” he said. “I have FRIDAY discreetly searching for his family based on what we know. It’ll be easier to decide if we know either way.”

Bucky nodded and smiled a little. “Be good having a great big instant family though, wouldn’t it?”

Steve let go of Bucky’s arm and wrapped his arm around him. Bucky leaned into the embrace as Steve pressed his face into Bucky’s hair and inhaled. “We’ll figure it out,” Steve said.

Bucky sighed. He knew they would, it was just that there was so much. He hoped the choice they made was the right one.

// NEXT

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arhvste · 4 years ago

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next stop iwa-chan!

“i’m sayin that i love you everyday and i know that you love me, baby admit it”

CHAPTER CONTINUES UNDER THE CUT

“hey you.”

“so, this is our apartment for now huh?”

iwaizumi smiled gently and brought a hand up to cup the girls cheek, his calloused hands delicately ghosting over her warm skin.

“mhm, what’s mine is yours for however long it is you’re staying with me.”

stroking his thumb over her cheekbones, iwaizumi brought his face down to meet y/n who found herself admiring his facial features. a soft kiss was met to her as she leant into him allowing him to deepen it to which he happily obliged to.

y/n allowed her hands to wander as she wove her fingers through iwaizumi’s short tufts of dark hair as he grunted in satisfaction letting his other hand to drop to the girls lower back drawing small circles.

both pulled away to catch their breaths as y/n rested her head into iwaizumi’s toned chest, a soft smile gracing her face as a light blush dusted over both of their faces.

“missed me on the drive back that much?” the girl teased feeling the vibrations from iwaizumi’s chest from a small hum in amusement.

“maybe a little.” he admitted, fingers gently playing the ends of y/n’s hair as he looked over at her suitcase. “let’s get that into the bedroom then, we’ll unpack and then leave whatever you don’t need in oikawa’s room.” he pulled away from the girl to grab her hand to guide to her over to her belongings.

y/n raised an eyebrow as iwaizumi easily dragged the heavy case over the heated flooring of the apartment towards his bedroom.

“unpack? are you sure? i can just leave my stuff in my suitcase and grab it when i need it, you don’t have to actually unpack it all properly!”

iwaizumi let out a small laugh before smirking at her.

“baby, i said this is our apartment, meaning that my room is our room, so why would we only leave you half moved in?”

y/n flushed in embarrassment at the mans words before huffing and opening the bedroom door for him. “fine, only because you’re okay with it though.”

“why wouldn’t i be okay with my girlfriend moving into my room?”

y/n stopped in her tracks as she tried to process what has just left iwaizumi’s mouth. girlfriend? did she hear that correctly.

“-i, did you just say g-girlfriend?” y/n sputtered in shock as iwaizumi crossed his arms over his chest looking down at the girl with a serious expression.

“i believe i did.” he sighed and grabbed the girls hand to guide her down to sit on the edge of the king size bed, holding both of her hands in his bigger ones while looking up into her soft and endearing eyes.

“y/n, let me be honest, my friends have been bugging me for over a month to make you my girlfriend, you’ve been so patient with me and honestly i don’t know how, i was going to wait to see how living together goes but i already know how things are going to go and i want us to be offical while living together,” taking a breath, iwaizumi searched for any signs of discomfort in y/n’s reaction before continuing.

“i know i always call you wifey, but i really want you to feel like it, i had a plan to ask you to be my girlfriend by the end of the week but we’ve always said and done what’s natural right? we stopped holding back a while ago and let things play out as they came and well, seeing you suggest keeping your stuff in your suitcase rather than unpacking it all properly struck something in me. it’s silly but, i want you to feel like this is your home, that i’m your home.”

y/n blinked, processing the confession the man she’d fallen for had just professed out loud to her. he squeezed her hands lightly before getting the last few words he needed to out.

“i know you haven’t even stayed over one night yet but i really, really had the urge to just ask you. i’m sorry it’s nothing big, i had something planned but we always said to take and do things naturally and i’d be lying to myself if i were to say i didn’t think what i’m doing right now is out of instinct. i’m in love with you and i’ve never wanted something so badly with someone so, y/n l/n, will you please be my girlfriend?”

y/n couldn’t even stop the wide smile that had been threatening to break out at any point. she looked up into his anxious eyes only hers gleamed with pure happiness and excitement. lacing her fingers into his, y/n sighed and shook her head slightly still smiling.

“fuck haijime, you really know how to use your words to break someone down. of course i’ll be your girlfriend... i’ve only been waiting like a month for you to ask.” y/n teased slightly at the end earning a huff from her new boyfriend.

“so... i guess we’re official now then.” he mumbled, a soft expression painted across his face as y/n nodded.

“i guess we are... which means i can do this without feeling so nervous.”

y/n moved her head up catching iwaizumi off guard, pressing her lips firmly onto his own, hands snaking around his neck as his moved to her back and the other weaving its way into y/n’s hair, guiding her head closer to his as y/n gasped letting iwaizumi assert dominance once again.

the raw love the pair felt for each other was felt through the physical contact and the flood of emotions the two had built up came crashing down as previous anxieties over past relationships, other people and foreign emotions were washed away, replaced with the feelings of security, bliss and a sense of home. iwaizumi was home.

the feeling of love shattered single-handedly and so recklessly causing the understanding of what it felt to be in love to be destroyed in his mind. the feeling foreign and forgotten.

y/n had taken on the challenge unintentionally and she did a damn good job picking up the pieces and building the once scarce and broken memory, back into the wonderful memory iwaizumi had once known to be in love. so delicately but so forcibly all at once, y/n l/n had taught iwaizumi what it was like to be in love once again. the feeling reuniting with the other emotions he was familiar with, iwaizumi had been brought back home by y/n.

breaking away, iwaizumi felt a thin layer of tears stream down his cheeks as he looked down at the girl who had taken his own world by storm and so easily allowed herself in. as clichè as it sounds, y/n was something else and in his mind he knew he was right about it. she had changed his life in a way he didn’t think would be possible again and for that, iwaizumi knew that y/n was the girl he wanted to grow with. he wanted nothing more than to grow and learn with her and he wanted that with a label that he had been so scared of before after it was ripped to shreds before his eyes.

y/n had changed the meaning of love and that was something he refused to ignore. ‘girlfriend and boyfriend’ were titles that used to throw his guard up but now, he knew he was going to be okay using them because he had the girl he loved to share them with.

calling y/n his official girlfriend was a big deal to him and both himself and y/n knew this, he also knew she wouldn’t take advantage of that and rush him. he trusted her and was thankful for everything she’d done for him. she was everything he never knew he needed and wanted to fix him and it was her who brought out the best version of him.

“haijime, shh don’t cry!” y/n looked up wiping his cheeks softly as he let out a laugh.

“i promise, i’ll be your home too, but thank you for bringing me back to mine.”

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hammeredalcoholic · 4 years ago

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my only friend

kira yoshikage / reader ;

rating: mature, no 18+ content yet ; kira & reader are portrayed as 18 years old

hey my fellow gamers, i realized that i did not post this on tumblr yet. here is chapter 1 to this fic! it’s also cross posted on ao3 here.

here is a spotify playlist to go with this fic.

"believe the lies that people tell you you've lost your battle and vines and tiny thorns inside your wound,"

Kira made a mistake. He came to you, begging for you to run away with him.

You did.

chapter 2

The stars glittered against the deep blue of the night sky, reflecting softly against the stark ocean waves that licked against the calm beach. It felt so serene-- so gentle, and still. Like time had stopped or slowed, your breath just barely ghosting over your lips.

It was nice.

Metal pressed against your back, warmed up by your body heat, stiff and hard but yet still so soft. It felt almost too good to be true-- a beautiful night like this. No kids and families stomping all over the delicate sand, interrupting the sound of the waves crashing against rocks.

A small sigh lifted you from your thoughts.

Glancing over, you carefully eyed your companion. His blonde hair tousled and glowing in the moonlight-- ice blue eyes cast out against the sea. He was truly something of beauty himself, had you not known what he was really capable of.

“What’s on your mind?” The words fell from your mouth without a second thought, almost dropping to a whisper. He shook his head lightly, his eyes being torn away from the water to look at you.

Such a pretty shade of blue. Pale and glistening-- like a fresh dew on the first day of spring.

A light drizzle against hard asphalt, pooling and shining-- only to be gone in a second’s notice.

“Just-- A lot on my mind.” Ah, so it’s like that.

Yoshikage never dared to tell you what he was thinking upfront. He didn’t want to seem-- vulnerable? Is that the right word? Weak. Docile. Bound to break. It didn’t seem fair. You were always so-- Strong. Incredible. Someone to look up to. Someone who could clean up his mess.

Sighing softly in response, you leaned back against the cool glass of the windshield. Shuffling through your pocket, you pulled out some cigarettes and a lighter you had managed to pick up from the corner store, thanks to Killer Queen.

Carefully snatching one out of the pack, you quickly lit it and took a long drag. The smoke filled your lungs, heavy and harsh, causing a small shiver to run down your spine. Nicotine was the best way to end a long day.

“Those are awful for you.” Yoshikage’s words drifted to your ears, and you blew the smoke in his direction. He flinched and coughed, using his hand to try and maneuver the offending cloud away from him. “Hey! That was uncalled for.”

“Don’t tell me things I already know, Yoshi.” Your tone dripped with sarcasm, and you shot him a sly grin. “Besides, can’t I have a little break once in a while?” As soon as the words left your lips, Yoshikage slumped in his spot.

“Where are we going to stay tonight?” The question drifted to your ears, his voice soft and oh so gentle. You shifted your leg up to press against your chest, letting your arm wrap around it. “I dunno. I saw a motel back in town, looked decently cheap.”

Your partner nodded his head in agreement. “Looked kinda dirty, though.” You had to hold back a laugh at his comment, bringing your cigarette up to take another drag instead. “We’ll be fine. Killer Queen can always just kill any unsavory guests we encounter.”

His eyes drifted back out to the ocean, and his hands twitched in his lap. “I can feel another urge coming on.” Blinking at his words, you let your head sit on your knee, nursing the smoke you had in between your fingers. “Think you can wait until tomorrow?” You asked calmly.

Yoshikage nodded quickly, bringing a hand up to run through his hair, pulling his bangs out of his eyes. “Yeah. I could also use a hair cut.” Grinning against the fabric of your jeans, you laughed. “I’m sure we could find a barber shop. Unless you want me to do it.”

His eyes opened wide, and he snapped his head over to you. “I’d never let you near my neck with a pair of scissors.” You laughed at his comment, shaking your head just slightly. Taking a final drag from your cigarette, you put it out against the side of the rusty car.

“Are you ready to head that way then?”

“Yeah. Let’s go.”

The drive to the motel was quiet, much like all of the other drives you took together. The radio softly played in the background-- some upbeat song that you couldn’t really catch the lyrics to, but it seemed like Yoshikage enjoyed it. His fingers were tapping against the passenger side door, in tune with the beat.

You tried to remember where the motel was, only catching a glance of it earlier. It was on the main road through the town, so it wasn’t hard-- ah. There’s the sign.

Pulling the car into the parking lot, you parked in a lane that was a decent amount away from the lobby. Yoshikage looked up from his seat, glancing at you. He knew what to do-- it was always like this. Opening the car door and stepping out, he began to slowly walk towards the building.

The air was blowing softly, causing a shiver to run across his arms. Pulling the sleeves of his sweater down, he clutched them to his chest. It was definitely a lot cooler now than it was at the beach. Reaching the door fairly quickly, he pulled it open and stepped inside the dimly lit room.

The man sitting at the counter was elderly-- heavy set, reading some sort of newspaper, his glasses practically falling off his nose. Yoshikage cleared his throat softly, moving closer to the desk. “Excuse me,” He stated quietly, “Do you have a restroom open to the public?”

As soon as the words left his mouth, Killer Queen materialized behind the man. The stand’s eyes were trained on the set of keys hung up on the wall, trying to decide which one it would take. The elderly man barely looked up from his paper, blinking slowly at Yoshikage.

“Did you not read the sign on the door?” His voice was harsh, somewhat irritated. It made the younger boy’s nerves tingle, and his hands twitch in his sleeves. “Oh- I suppose I must have missed it,” Yoshikage answered, trying hard not to let his voice quiver.

Killer Queen had successfully grabbed one of the keys from the hooks in the meantime-- pulling it off carefully, and holding it in it’s hand. After the task was done, it’s eyes went to a stack of magazines that were sitting on the other side of the desk. Kira mentally tried to get it to stop-- “No! Killer Queen--!”

The magazines flew to the floor in a rush, and Queen quickly deposited the key into Kira’s pocket. The man at the desk jumped in shock, looking around for what could have possibly knocked the papers over. “Er-- I’ll just--”

Yoshikage made quick work of turning around and leaving. He mentally scolded Killer Queen for causing a scene, before pulling out the key from his pocket. Room 312-- it must be on the other side of the motel. He can at least thank his stand for that.

Quickly sliding into the passenger seat, the blond sighed quietly. “Our room should be on the other side.” You nodded, pulling the car around the building. The parking lot was beat up, it was obvious that the back of the motel didn’t get as much work as the front would. Successfully avoiding some potholes, you managed to park the car a good distance from the rooms.

Turning the engine off and sliding the keys out, you looked over at your companion. He still seemed to be cold-- shivering just slightly, his hands buried in the sleeves of his sweater. It was cute. “Hey, let’s hurry and get inside. You look like you could use a warm shower.”

His eyes met yours for a split second.

They were soft-- delicate, almost. Frosty blue dancing along in the shitty light of the lamp posts.

But there was something else there.

An emotion-- you didn’t quite know how to describe it.

He looked away as quickly as he had looked at you, just barely nodding his head. “Yeah,” His voice was small. “Let’s go.” With that, Yoshikage opened the door and got out, walking towards the staircase on the side of the building.

Huffing out a breath, you just shook your head. Always so secretive-- everything must be so hidden with him. You understood that he liked privacy, maybe more than the average 18 year old boy would, but still. Weren’t you his closest friend?

His only friend?

Shuffling out of the car, you made sure that the door was locked behind you. Speeding up your pace, you managed to catch up with Kira, walking beside him in silence. At times like these, you really wondered why you let yourself get into this mess.

You could have left Yoshikage on his own. You could have refused his plea, and stayed in Morioh. You might have actually finished high school.

You might have had a different life.

But no. You decided to be a good friend, and try to help him escape his consequences. Murder, your mind screamed at you, He killed someone.

Was it worth it?

Was it worth dropping everything to help him?

Kira stopped walking, finally finding the door to your room. Being so deep in thought, you accidentally walked right into him, stumbling back slightly and losing your balance. Just when you thought you were about to hit the cold concrete of the floor, something caught you.

Yoshikage was looking down at you, Killer Queen holding you against his chest. Sometimes, he really wondered about you.

“Are you okay?” He didn’t sound angry or upset-- genuinely concerned. That snapped you out of your thoughts within seconds, looking up at him like a deer in headlights. “Yeah, yeah. Sorry, I didn’t mean to run into you.” He just shook his head, a dumb little smile playing against his lips. “C’mon. I think you could use a shower too.”

Ah.

That’s right.

Despite whatever crime he may have committed-- Yoshikage Kira is your friend. He has been since elementary school, playing with you and only you. He’s been the only steady companion in your life-- and for that, you’d do anything for him.

Even if that meant dropping everything.

Fumbling with the key, the blond managed to open the door with minimal struggle. The room was small-- one king sized bed pushed to one corner, a dusty TV on an equally dusty entertainment center, and a small grimy bathroom. It definitely wasn’t any 5 star hotel-- but it would do for tonight.

Walking in, you kicked off your shoes by the door, and flipped on the light switch. It flickered for a few moments, before finally setting the room in a hazy yellow light. Yoshikage followed behind you, kicking off his own busted chucks and shutting the door behind him. He glanced around the room, before settling on the bed.

The one bed.

It wasn’t much of an issue for either of you. Kira didn’t shy away from giving you physical affection-- it wasn’t uncommon for the both of you to cuddle up in the same bed after a long day of driving. It was nice, in your opinion.

You walked over to the bed and sat down, stretching out your arms, and yawning slightly. “Do you wanna shower first? Or should I?” Yoshikage smiled at you, before moving to sit beside you. “Go ahead. I think I’ll just get up and take one in the morning.” Shaking your head at his response, you grinned. “I dunno, you kinda smell.”

Mocking offence, Kira glared at you. “Hey! I do not!”

“Stinky boy. Fine, I’ll go shower. Find something good to watch before we go to bed, then.”

Getting up, you grabbed the remote on the TV stand and threw it towards the bed. You shed your jacket on the way to the bathroom, letting it fall to the floor with a dull thud.

The bathroom wasn’t the cleanest you’ve seen, but at least the water in the shower ran. As the stream warmed up, you took a minute to look at yourself in the mirror. Kira mentioned something about getting a haircut at the beach, and it seemed like it wasn’t a bad idea. Less hair to have to deal with, the better.

Shedding your clothes, you stepped into the shower. The water was nice and hot, hitting your skin and letting all the stress of the day melt down your back. It was a great way to recharge, and calm yourself down before going to bed.

Using the cheap soap that the motel provided, you washed your hair and body, revelling in the basic smell of mint and lavender. It was nice that Kira had Killer Queen-- it gave you guys the opportunity to not have to sleep in the car, as well as giving you both basic hygiene.

You kinda wished that you could see it. A “Stand”, as he had once called it, was supposedly your embodiment of a fighting spirit. You weren’t sure where he had learned that, but you chose not to question his sources. From the way that Kira described Queen, it seemed to be a big cat.

Almost like a sphinx, pink in color, wearing only a small blue skirt with gloves and sandals. If Yoshikage was to get any animal to be paired with, you were happy it was a cat. It mirrored him so well-- calm, quiet, with the occasional thirst for chaos.

As you slowly got out of your thoughts, you realized that the water had started to turn cold. Quickly shutting off the shower, you stepped out, grabbing a towel and drying yourself off. Bed sounded absolutely amazing right now, and you wondered what Yoshikage had managed to find on the TV.

Slipping on your pants and shirt, you stepped out into the room.

Kira was laying on the bed, tucked under the covers, his button up and khakis discarded on the floor next to your jacket. Glancing at the TV, it was some form of late night sitcom, with boring characters and an uninteresting storyline. Dropping your other clothes into the pile, you walked over to the bed.

“Want me to turn the lights off?” Yoshikage nodded his head just slightly, his eyes already dipping with sleep. “Yes, please.”

Walking over and flipping the switch, the room was cast in darkness, aside from the low brightness coming from the TV. Moving back over, you slid under the covers, making yourself comfortable. Yoshikage practically latched onto you the second you joined him, pulling you close and settling his head against your chest.

You sighed slightly, letting a smile run along your lips.

“Good night, Yoshi.”

“Mmm, night.”

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cosmicjoke · 3 years ago

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Okay, so here we go! Chapter 1 of “No Regrets”!

There’s a few things I want to point out about this chapter, because both visually and textually, we get a lot of information about the Underground and Levi, and his relationship with Isabel and Furlan. So I’ll just go through it.

The first thing that really caught my attention for this chapter was the opening page, which is a retrospective shot of Levi after he’s joined the SC, thinking about how he can’t ever know what the results of his choices are going to be. He says here “I trusted in my own strength... I trusted in the decisions of comrades who had earned my faith...” And this quote from Levi is really important in later understanding why he makes the choice he does, at the end. He says he trusted in the decisions of comrades who had earned his faith, and that tells us that Levi believes in Furlan and Isabel, that he believes in their strength and their capability, that he believes in them enough to let them choose for themselves and trust in their judgement. We’ll obviously delve more into this as it becomes more relevant to the story. But moving on...

The next thing to catch my attention is the panels of the Underground we see. These are probably the best shots of this place we get in the whole series, as it really depicts a place that is totally run down and dilapidated, with buildings falling apart and crumbling in disrepair, filth ridden streets with literal sewage water coming out of drain pipes, and a actual cave cover overhead, complete with stalactites, blocking out all sunlight except for few and far between pockets which break through holes in the rock ceiling. The most telling panels though are the ones which depict the violence and poverty of the place. We see a panel of a homeless man passed out on the street, painfully thin looking, and under him, two men in a fight, one beating the other violently. And the next panel shows us a little girl, sitting barefoot on the ground between two men who have just blown each other’s brains out with guns. Truly, this is a violent, dark, poverty-stricken place that breeds crime and depravation. The pages before this say that BECAUSE of the splendor of the Capital city above the Underground, this place exists, and that’s accurate. Because of the excesses and decadence of the rich and well off above these people rejected by society, that means fewer resources for the less fortunate. It’s truly tragic.

Alright, now I just want to move on to some small, but telling moments here while Levi and the others are being chased by Erwin and his crew.

When Isabel is bragging about how the MP’s never learn, referring to how they’ll never be able to catch their gang, she asks Levi if what she said was cool. Levi tells her “Don’t be stupid.” This might seem like Levi just blowing her off, but the way I read it, it seems more to me like Levi is warning her not to be cocky, not to be over confident, because that’s the kind of thing that can get you killed, or caught. Big Bro indeed! We also see how mindful Levi is here as a leader, when he tells them they can’t afford to lead the soldiers following them straight to their hideout, and clearly they have a plan in place for just this sort of thing.

More importantly, Levi is fast to realize these aren’t ordinary soldiers after them, which shows his great instincts, but what’s really interesting is his internal thoughts here. His logic is telling him regular MP’s wouldn’t work this hard to catch them, and that their skill with the ODM means they must be SC. But Levi doesn’t really believe it which, given what we later find out about the deal with Lobov, and Lobov warning them of Erwin’s plans, tells us that Levi never really believed the SC would come after them. He’s clearly surprised here.

Further, after informing Isabel and Furlan and confirming his suspicions, he tells Furlan that he’s got no intention of getting mixed up with “these guys”. This tells us Levi never wanted to go through with Furlan’s plans, never wanted to join the SC, never wanted anything to do with any of it. There’s further evidenced in this very chapter, which I’ll get to in a moment. But it tells us a lot about the dubious feelings Levi had from the start, and how he probably would have simply been happiest to stay in the Underground with his friends, even though it was a hard life.

Alright, so, this next part is a big deal, and it’s an overlooked detail which speaks volumes about the kind of person Levi is. I didn’t even notice this the first time I read it, so I want to talk about it. Levi separates from Isabel and Furlan, and takes Erwin and Mike on a wild chase through the back alley’s and narrow passages of the slums. He really tries to give them the run around here, until he flips over a door, into another area. What’s really important here is Levi’s dialog. He says first “... Lost ‘em, huh?” And then he says, “That got a little crazy... I hope... none of them crashed.” This is kind of amazing. Levi is showing actual concern for the two soldiers who’d just attempted to catch him and his friends, who were doggedly pursuing them with obviously bad intentions of some kind. And Levi, after having to resort to some serious ODM skills to shake them, says he hopes that none of them crashed. He doesn’t want Erwin or Mike to get hurt, he just wants to get away from them. Considering he doesn’t know either of them at this point, they’re just nameless, faceless military dogs trying to mess things up for him, that shows remarkable character.

Of course, things go downhill from there, when Mike crashes through the door and tackles him. All bets are off then, because Levi’s life is now in danger, and when that happens, he’ll resort to physical force. Still, he only throws Mike off of him and once again attempts to get away, only for it to be Erwin who swoops down and cuts Levi’s cables. This was actually really dangerous. Given Levi’s momentum and position, he crashes hard into a nearby wall before falling to the ground. So we already see some of that ruthlessness from Erwin here. Of course, that spurs Levi into violence himself. I have no doubt that when Levi lunges for Erwin and knocks his blade away, bringing his knife to his neck, he truly intended to kill him in that moment. Levi’s compassion for these soldiers can only go so far, considering the desperation of his own circumstances. If Mike hadn’t been there to stop it, I think Levi probably would have ripped Erwin’s jugular right out, and that would have been that, lol. And then, it’s important to note too WHY Levi stops. Not because Mike was able to physically restrain him, but because he tells Levi to look around himself, directing his attention to the fact that Furlan and Isabel have been caught. That immediately stays Levi’s hand, and once again, we’re shown how Levi puts the wellbeing of his friends above himself. He could have ditched Furlan and Isabel right then and there and escaped on his own. Instead, he allows himself to be restrained and cuffed. He refuses to abandon them.

Now the next scene is hugely important to a lot of stuff.

Erwin’s got Levi and his friends down on their knees, in the sewage, questioning them about their ODM skills, and the three of them stay silent, obviously defiant. We really get a good look at Erwin’s abilities as a manipulator here.

He’s pulling the whole good cop/bad cop routine on Levi, when he tells him “I’d like to avoid any rough treatment if I can” before looking to Mike in a clear signal for Mike to pretty damn violently tear Levi’s head back by his hair before smashing his face into the sewage on the ground. And this really IS sewage. It’s not mud. If you look at the panels, we see this brown muck coming out of drain pips attached to the surrounding buildings. This water is probably, literally, dirty with feces, and Erwin has Mike put Levi’s face in this and hold it there. Now let’s remember something important about Levi. He’s a clean freak. He obviously cares deeply about keeping both himself and his environment clean. Erwin couldn’t know this about him at the time, but nobody of course would be happy about having their face shoved into literal shit. But for Levi, I can only imagine this had to be tantamount to a kind of torture. Erwin keeps questioning him, looking down at him without any kind of emotion, and Levi remains stubbornly silent, despite how awful this must truly be for him. We get a close up of Levi’s eye in one of the panels, paralleled with Erwin’s own, and Levi’s expression really strikes me as one of awful humiliation. He goes from looking up at Erwin in rage, to looking away, staring straight ahead, while Erwin keeps looking down at him.

Still, Levi says nothing, and it’s Isabel who finally cracks, telling Erwin that they didn’t learn to use ODM from anyone, with Furlan further explaining that they taught themselves as a means of survival. He remarks that “anyone who doesn’t know what sewage tastes like couldn’t understand!”. Clearly, both of them are really upset to see this being done to Levi, and I have to imagine it’s at least in part because they know how awful an experience this has to be for him, given that they know how much he desires to stay clean. Their shocked expressions when Mike first pushes Levi’s face into the sewage says as much too.

But still, Levi remains silent as Erwin then demands to know Levi’s name. What Mike does to Levi in the next panel is even worse. He pushes his face into the sewage and holds him there until Levi literally starts to choke in it, for long enough that, when he finally does pull him up, Levi is gasping for breath. I really don’t see people talk enough about this scene, but, well...

It’s a torture scene. Erwin is ordering Mike to torture Levi here. It may not be the most extreme form of torture, it isn’t the type of physical violence we typically think of when we think of torture, but that’s what it is. It’s causing Levi both physical and mental degradation, as well as physical distress.

Even with this though, Levi’s still silent and refuses to answer Erwin at all.

It’s only when Erwin literally threatens the lives of Furlan and Isabel that he finally talks. This is such an important detail. Levi was willing to take what to him must have been truly horrific treatment, but as soon as Erwin gives the signal to the other two Scouts who have hold of his friends, we see Levi’s expression shift from defiant rage to wide eyed fear as they put their blades to Furlan’s and Isabel’s throats.

Finally Levi talks, calling Erwin a “bastard”, to which Erwin simply asks him again what his name is, and after a slight hesitation, Levi finally gives it.

I think this entire scene is vital in understanding WHY Levi was so violently pissed at Erwin, to the point of wanting to kill him.

I think it’s a combination of both the humiliation and torture he puts Levi through here, and, worse still, the fact that he threatens Isabel and Furlan’s lives. Levi already feels looked down upon by Erwin here, he already feels humiliated and embarrassed and as though he’s being treated like he’s worthless, because Erwin IS treating him like that here. All while Erwin stands there, expressionless, making statements like he doesn’t want to have to use any rough treatment, etc... while at the same time ordering Mike to do just that. Already, Erwin is sending Levi the message that he’s a liar and a manipulator who thinks nothing of putting another human being’s face in shit. And then, to top that off, he shows Levi that he’s willing to hurt, maybe even kill, his two friends to get what he wants.

Is it any wonder Levi hated Erwin as much as he did at the beginning? After a lifetime in the Underground where, from the time of his birth, he had to deal with him and those he cares about being treated like worthless trash. It would be a miracle if Levi DIDN’T want to kill Erwin at this point. To have to then submit to him willingly, after all of that, must have been beyond humiliating for him.

Erwin continues to be manipulative here too, when after Levi gives his name, Erwin’s attitude suddenly shifts, and he smiles at Levi and gets down on one knee with him, in the filth, his entire demeanor seeming to shift into an abruptly friendly one as he offers his deal to Levi. Again, that whole good cop/bad cop thing. At the same time, he continues to threaten Levi by telling him if he refuses his offer, he’ll hand them all over to the MP’s and that, given their crimes, they shouldn’t expect to be treated with any kind of decency. What’s kind of funny about this statement from Erwin is that up until now, Erwin and Mike have done anything but treat Levi decently.

Okay, one more important point to make about this chapter, and it goes back to what I said earlier about Levi not wanting anything to do with the SC, and how that tells us Levi really didn’t want to go through with Furlan’s plans.

After Erwin makes his offer, we see Levi look over at Furlan, who’s giving him an intent look, and in the next panel, we see an almost surprised, or astonished look on Levi’s face, like he can’t believe Furlan is asking him to do this, before he grits his teeth in obvious frustration, and then accepts Erwin’s offer to join the SC. What this tells us is that Levi only takes Erwin’s offer because Furlan wanted him to. Because this was all part of Furlan’s plan, to go through with Lobov’s commission, to get caught by the SC, etc... It’s clear Levi never wanted this, and he’s upset at having to do it. But the fact he agrees after looking over at Furlan and seeing him implore Levi with his eyes tells us, once again, that Levi is willing to sacrifice his own desires for the desires of others. That being his two friends.

For them, he’ll join the Survey Corps, even as every one of his instincts is probably screaming at him that this is a bad idea.

Anyway, those are my thoughts for the first chapter of “No Regrets”. There’s a lot more to unpack in this manga than I think people realize. I hope whoever took the time to read my long ass post found it at least a little worth while. I’ll be moving on to chapter two next!

#shingeki no kyojin #attack on titan #No Regrets #acwnr #Levi Ackerman #Furlan Church #isabel magnolia #meta #snk analysis

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queen of hearts // chapter four

summary: y/n y/l/n was crushed when she found out about maeve donovan. heartbroken, she left her entire life behind. what happens when she becomes the most prolific serial killer the bau has ever seen?

prologue + series masterlist & taglist

content warnings: swearing, angst, implied/mentioned sex, restraints, blood, head injury, kidnap/hostage, alcohol, gunshot, murder

a/n: reader is a psychotic murderer. this is purely a work of fiction and if you or someone you know are experiencing homicidal urges, seek professional help immediately.

The room was filled with tension and an overwhelming sense of despair but no one said a word. No more hellish arguing, no irritatingly random facts, not even discussion to solve the case. Everyone worked on their angle of the case and despite the fact that no one would dare admit it, they all somewhat hoped that Y/N wouldn't be caught. Some hoped more than others but deep down they all felt a twinge of it. JJ walked into the room and spoke, startling the team and ripping them away from their thoughts and guilt.

"I've given a picture of her to the media, it's being circulated."

It pained her-- almost physically-- to have to hand over a picture of someone who'd been like family for so many goddamn years. She felt that she was betraying Y/N and that made her feel indescribably horrible.

"Now what? We just wait?" Morgan seemed to be the only one that really did want to stop her. Maybe he was angry that he hadn't seen the signs. Maybe he was angry that his best friend had just... left. Maybe he was angry that she lost herself so much. Maybe he blamed himself.

"What else is there to do Derek? Call me bad at my job- Hell, call all of us bad at our jobs but we can't profile her. Admit it, we're all biased. Too biased to think straight but there's no way we can give this case to another unit." Emily had always been so close to Y/N and was able to open up to her. Something she couldn't bring herself to do with most people. But you weren't most people, were you? Even with what Y/N could be doing, Emily doesn't have it in her to hate her. The sadness she was feeling must have shown because JJ squeezed Emily's hand and gave her a weak smile. And for the millionth fucking time, everyone stayed silent. Not even Spencer was saying anything and he is not the type to stay quiet this long. Believe it or not, that was actually one of the things Y/N had loved about him. Everyone rolled their eyes or cut him off but she loved to listen to him ramble. To everyone's surprise, she was always genuinely interested in what he had to say and that was one of the first things that made him fall in love with her. She never invalidated him or called him strange. Sometimes when she had a nightmare or experienced anxiety she'd even ask him talk to her about a random topic so she could focus on his voice until she calmed down.

"Your voice is like... honey. In my ears." Spencer wanted to scream with emotional torture building up as he remembered how she'd laughed when she said that and how he'd had smiled at her with nothing but adoration and love.

"That seems unsanitary Y/N."

"You're such a smartass."

"Am I?"

"Definitely. But it's ok. I love that about you. I love you."

"I love you too."

She'd planted a sweet kiss on his lips before laying her head on his lap and listening to the rest of his topic rant. Still basking in the memory of Y/N, a sharp pain entered his hand and he realized he'd dug his crescent nails into the palm of his hand. And in that moment, he couldn't help but think about how much he'd love to be holding her hand right now.

"Guys!"

They all turned to Garcia, the source of the exclaim, who was walking in with Hotch.

"A bartender downtown says he just saw a woman matching Y/N's description leave with another man."

"She's chosen another victim? Here?" Rossi asked with confusion written on his face. "Up until now she's only killed 2 people per state and knowing the BAU has been called in, why is she staying here?"

JJ stepped in,

"This place is special to her, she has history here. Y/N must have an endgame but what is it?"

"The profile says she'll take as many people as she can with her. Probably suicide by cop."

Derek had accepted the situation. So why did that hurt to say?

"Rossi will go to the bar and talk to witnesses. Reid and Prentiss, stay here with Garcia. JJ and Morgan, PD is surveilling the radius around the bar and setting up roadblocks, come with me to help them."

"There's no way I'm staying here." Spencer objected.

Stay here and do nothing? Like hell.

"Neither am I, what the hell Hotch?"

"Reid, Prentiss that's an order. You're not going."

They both started to argue again but Hotch had already left. JJ and Derek followed and Rossi stood up with to leave for the bar. Apologetic looks were shot at Spencer and Emily because they all know why they have to stay behind. They're the two closest to her, the two that wouldn't be able to keep their emotions from affecting them on the field. And with that, off they all went.

Y/N's POV

The second you get to his hotel room, your lips crash against the handsome stranger. Your next victim. He pushes you against the wall and you moan loudly. His hands roam your body and you pull back.

"Hey... Go lie on the bed and wait for me."

Panting and staring at you with lust, he complies. Of course he does.

For God's sake. This man doesn't even know your name.

To be fair, Spence didn't even know Maeve's last name. And he still chose her.

You walk over to the eager man on the bed. Your hot breath on his neck, you lean close and whisper to him.

"We're going to do things my way."

He moans and you fight the urge to roll your eyes at him in disgust.

"Yes ma'am."

Taking out a rope, you tie him up and you know he thinks you're just a kinky slut. That's what they all see, isnt it? Suddenly something roars inside of you. Forgetting your usual routine, you pick up the lamp on the bedside table and smash it against him. Crimson stains the bed and you drop it, shocked by yourself. Yes, you've done worse. But it isn't the act that's sending regret and nausea through your body, it's that you're devolving. You're losing control.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Starting to panic, you take the unconscious man and check for a pulse. He's still alive.

Giving him a shower (much to your disdain) and change of clothes, you put his arm over your shoulder and walk out of the room giggling as you pass one of the housekeepers.

"Baby, you're such a lightweight! Let's get you out of here."

The housekeeper barely gives you a second glace but when she enters the room of the man you've taken, she starts to scream and you know you're running out of time.

Run. Drag him. Just hurry the hell up.

Finally at his car, you take him to the small studio you own downtown. No one can find you here. It's been yours for nearly a decade and you aren't stupid enough to have told anyone about it or put it under your name. Granted, you'd never thought you'd have to use it to hide out from the feds, it's still useful. After taking a look at the brightly colored wall in your basement, you feel a sense of sudden pain race through your veins. You used to be normal. You used to have a life.

The man is chained up, gagged, and bleeding but you can't even remember doing anything to him. What you need is numbness. They thought the other bodies were bad? Wait til they fucking see what you do with him. Pain shoots through your skull again and you wince and fall to the ground.

"Fuck. I- I need a drink." you stammer to no one in particular but yourself.

A wig and sunglasses make you look different enough from the woman being circulated to take the bus to a nearby gas station. Walking down the liquor aisle of the store, you hum a song to yourself and let the AC blow on your skin. Vision blurred, you bite your lip and taste the unmistakable strong metallic taste of your own blood. Still humming that fucking song. The song you'd danced to with Spencer in your living room before you'd made love for the first time.

"You cannot be serious!"

"Y/N! I can't dance."

"Oh come on. How bad can you be? Seriously, the songs going to end and it'll be too late."

"Yes, that's what I'm hoping for."

"Psh. Don't tell me Doctor Reid is scared to sway around a little."

"Shut up."

"Make me." you laughed.

With one playful look, you dared him to shut you up in the most passionate, sensual way he could. But instead he put his warm hands on your hips and swayed to the song. You melted into his touch and your breaths synced as you laid your head on his chest. His heart beat was steady and calming. One hand reached for yours and intertwined before twirling you and pulling you back in to dance. He'd held you until it was over and brought your chin up to his face. The kiss was so intense, so loving. He tilted his head and pulled you tighter to get as close as he could to you. His tongue met yours and your mouths bathed in each other's taste. Running a hand through your hair, you'd started to unbutton his shirt. He'd been taken aback at first but then picked you up and placed you in the bedroom ever so softly. Placing gentle kisses all over each other's bodies and undressing for the other, you made raw, breathtaking love for the first of many times.

"Hey lady! Get out of the way!"

"W-What?..." You tremble and realize you're crying on the floor of the aisle.

"I said get out of the damn way, some of us got places to be."

The man is clearly batshit drunk. Probably here to buy his next fix. Shaking and letting yourself actually feel your emotions, you stand and use the wall to balance yourself. The man that yelled at you curses to himself as his phone rings and he picks it up.

"Hell do you want? Thought you were still mad about Andrea."

Andrea? Mad about Andrea. Another cheater. Another liar. Right? It has to be.

Before you can process what you're doing-- how irrational it is-- the gunshot rings through the store and everyone turns to see the man before you on the ground, screaming and spitting blood. A mix of a laugh and a sob escapes you and you scream.

"Everyone on the fucking ground! If I see any cellphones, I'll shoot you just like this dickhead. Got it?"

Frightened people drop to the ground and you start to yell, incoherent bullshit again. You smash the freezer glass behind you and open an expensive bottle of bourbon.

You practically whimper having to take deep gasps in between words, but in a somehow still confident, fearless tone.

"Now let's have some fucking fun."

But what you didn't know was that the cashier in the front had sent a text 5 minutes earlier.

Call 911! The girl from the news, the Queen of Hearts. She's in the store.

What you didn't know was that the woman that recieved the text had called immediately.

911, what's your emergency?

What you didn't know was that the BAU was on their way.

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