#i hope he gets to kiss a lil too... and stab a lil as well... he deserves it after dying once🥺🥺🥺🥺

[ohshinytrinketsmine]

Beloved babygirl is back in the omegaverse show

Pit Babe Season 2

[darlingofvalyria]

❝You don't think I can please you?❞

part 05 | we're really in it now, darling

chapter summary:

[ Everything comes ahead at a hedge maze because. . . hedge maze. ]

[ +18 MDNI ] [ 4,517 ] [ series masterlist ] | best friend's brother!aemond targaryen x f!reader, ft. cregan stark x f!reader, aemond x alys rivers

contains— angst, a lil smutty but no full whorishness, ya'll good - i should really put idiots in love as a tag shouldn't i - nsfw: grinding + some sexy, sexy second base lmao - no kingslayers, no rogues, no betas.

a/n— i hope ya'll forgive me. comment, reblog & like at will, mi luvs, mwa!

You don't really know what you were expecting come Sunday. Once you started to 'ehh' 'hmmm' and 'maybe's your way through random moments with Helaena after the radio silence from Aemond— your best friend put her foot down.

"Fuck him," Helaena grumbled. "You've been going to Sunday dinners before he was even born, you are not backing down now."

 You snorted. "That's wildly inaccurate."

"Point still stands. Fuck. Him. You deserve my mother's tiramisu cake. He doesn't get to take that from you." Her eyes widen as if trying to instil her determination into your system via eye contact. "You are not going to let him take that from you."

You nodded. That's at least a point to pro you can stand by. Though she can't cook to save her life— Alicent's words, not yours — the woman sure can bake. It became therapeutic for her, she once said. How measuring ingredients and kneading dough to patiently folding cream after another kept her mind quiet and her hands busy.

"My faith strongly does not advise rage shooting, you know?" Alicent once hummed.

"Did you mean 'range' shooting?"

"Oh?" she nodded absentmindedly, smiling. "Yes, that too."

"That's true," you mused. Tiramisu cake was her mother's specialty. Every Sunday, she has all attendees pack up at least one cake per person and you and Hel usually stave off bites throughout the week until the next Sunday comes.  "I deserve some tiramisu cake, gods be damned it."

"Plus, if you come with me, we'll get two cakes to take home instead of one." She wagged her finger. "We count as two separate entities with one fridge, it's our greatest privilege."

"Daeron calls it preferential treatment."

"I am her only daughter, of course I get preferential treatment."

"As you should, bestie."

Even when you've stopped struggling with choosing if you were going or not, your mind is never faraway from thinking about Aemond. You wonder if he's finally gotten back with Alys was a bad train of thought, while an even worse train of thought is how soft his lips were and how he holds your hair to pull you close when his tongue glides across your bottom lip.

You blink, shaken from the thought. Bad. Bad brain. Stop it.

And repeat. At this point, it was safer to think about Alys and Aemond.

According to previous cycles, by this point they'd be at the height of their newly blossomed relationship— all sweet kisses and heated looks, unable to stop touching each other much less act a little bit better when they're trying to leave a group function to fuck their brains out — so you wouldn't be surprised to see come Sunday that he arrives with Alys— both of them tall, gorgeous with just enough undertone of smirky, smarmy tension that would make you want to stab your own eye out — pointedly ignoring you or whatever happened between you and him.

It hurt to think about sure, but what else did you think was going to happen?

That call made a space the size of a puddle that turned into a lake, welled deep with unresolved feelings and untouched topics. More questions than answers, drawing lines both of you were too scared to tug and see.

It's big enough to notice, and both stubborn enough not to anything about it.

You tried. Well, you almost did. In the weird hours of the day when your brain and body are more physically disjointed so rationality gives way to adrenaline. Most of the time, this is during working hours. You, checking your phone, running around his profile with your thumb a few times, biting your lip as your mind blanks and your body fights to call him. Or leave a message.

Before your mind and body reconnects and you fling your phone as far away from you as possible.

It's weird. You've never fought with Aemond before. If this was considered fighting. You've been disappointed in him, gotten angry and annoyed with him, but someone always, always offers an olive branch.

Every time you think about that call, you close up, your annoyance flares, and you shove your phone away.

In your amicable defense, this was primarily his problem. You weren't truly dating. He made it clear every choice he was making was en toward the agreed conditions were of making his ex jealous enough to take him back, yada yada yada.

Even if, possibly, you wanted more, he made no actual steps to make it known that he was considering it too.

Funny stares on your lips don't count. The only sabbatical from sexual adventures Aemond got were the breakup round with Alys, and as established before, they got it on pretty frequently.

Another thought bubble about Aemond's lips pops in your head, the mint from his toothpaste and the coffee from his black with no sugar, no milk, the way he seemed to suckle on your sighs—

Gods. Damn. It.

Focus.

That last call?

You're a grown ass woman. You're allowed to do whatever you want with whomever you want, and you're not going to make Aemond Targaryen's steely silence of what— disappointment? Of your choices? Of your choice in Cregan Stark and Cregan Stark Jr? Of what you were doing? Sure he was faithful to the Seven, a good old religious boy raised by his momma, but it doesn't make him a saint. Just because he's clinging to the vestiges of first love thinking it could very well be his last doesn't make him holy, or warrant enough to judge you for getting your little you some good dick.

Life is hard. Good dick is hard to come by!

So. Yeah. Days leading up to Sunday was radio silence and way too many thoughts circling your head like vultures, eating away at logic and rationality, and stubbornly still, you refused to make contact. If it's not out of pride, it's out of hurt.

Because he could apologise, but Aemond wasn't known for his apologies.

But then you remembered the flowers, the tulips, and now you just felt sad. Moping, getting annoyed, and trying to get through work without breaking your phone speeds the week in a blur.

Come Sunday afternoon, Helaena was coming to pick you up from her shift at the vet— the beauty of having a vet bff is the Russian roulette of pictures; you never know if you're about to get cuddly new patients with big, sad eyes and pouty snouts or her newest c-section win without any attempts of a blur — so you could get to her mother's house together, you decided to go for the nines with your outfit.

A sweet summer dress later, some gold gladiator sandals half off from your favourite but largely can't afford shoe boutique that you swear you were always going to wear to make up for the insane price (thank the gods Alicent didn't have a no shoe policy because it takes fifteen minutes to get them on and you cannot be on the floor, on her house, with Aemond around, rolling around like a hot potato on the entry way trying to get a fucking shoe on), dusted and prepped in you're fancier version of makeup, and was just finishing off your hair— using the good mousse whilst blaring Disney epics — when knocking came.

You freeze.

On one hand, it could just be Helaena, forgetting her keys again somewhere as she had done so numerous times before, but there hadn't been a slew of expletives or her impression of a cool, clinical voice saying, ''Tis I, the Stranger, have come for thee soul! Open up I gotta pee, woman!' so you got a pretty good guess on the alternative, sending your heart into a stutter and get smacked with a well deep of yearning.

You miss Aemond. You miss hanging out with him, even just having him on video call whilst you prepped a late dinner and he's working out his thesis defense, too late for either of you, but catching another's eye in the tiny phone and sharing a comforted grin. You miss being called my lady in a language that means so much to him, miss bumping shoulders and smelling his crisp scent of cologne and laundry.

Miss his lips, his very soft, very delicious lips—

"Gods damnit, woman, keep it together," you murmur to yourself. Another series of knocks, ever patient, and you're moved by body not mind as breathless giddiness yanks the door open—

Only to fall flat.

"Oh." You can't hide your disappointment at the curly blond with the smirk for centuries. "Aegon. I didn't know it was you."

"Yes, the expressive disappointment in your eyes could bring a man on the edge to his downfall, I must say," he jokes hoarsely, a little hurt. "Not even a hi Aeg. I've missed you Aeg, or— hey Aeg! You look good enough to eat!"

It's Aegon. Not Aemond. Or Helaena. Helaena and Aemond's older brother, Aegon. Party rocking, cocaine hiding, sweat and someone's lipstick smelling Aegon. You like him despite his whorishness because he's funny, because he's sweet when he wants to be, and he always, always gets you a funny mug when he comes back from wherever he came from.

You blink a couple of times, laughing awkwardly as you give him a quick hug. He still smells the same, with the lightest tint of sun in him from his days at the beach not so long ago no doubt.

"Sorry, sorry. Hi Aeg, I've missed you Aeg, and yes, you do look good enough to eat, Aeg."

He hugs back tighter, smothering you in the denim jacket he's wearing and the curly edge of his white blond hair. He's got a new piercing and smells of new perfume.

"So do you, princess," he says as you step back and he appraises you appreciatively. "Those shoes can step on me any time."

"I will never."

"You will never," he says chirpily, moving back with a teasing grin. "Let me guess, you were waiting for my uglier version to come by and got too overwhelmed by the majesticness of me."

'"Majesticness isn't even a word." You snort. "And Aemond is not your uglier version, you don't look that alike."

He raises an eyebrow as you blink. Fuck. "Dear me oh my, I meant Helaena, babe. When did Aemond get into the mix?"

You shove his shoulder, huffing as you pick up your keys and bag, forcing him to step back as you lock the apartment, trying to give yourself grace from his burning, teasing stare. "As if Helaena didn't tell you." You finally turn to him, lips pursed at his faux innocent pout. "Helaena tells you everything."

"She might have mentioned a thing or two about a thing or two." He bumps your hip as you both get into the elevator. "Imagine my surprise when Lae-lae tells me of a wondrous development between her two favourite people that involved a breakup, some gift-giving shenanigans, and kissing." He gasps dramatically as you groaned. "I leave for what— a month or two and suddenly you and Aemond are making out? Babe, I must say, you're doing the tongue tango with the wrong brother."

 "He's not the wrong brother, also the tongue tango? Really?" you snap suddenly. The wrong brother comments always irk you because you understand that it's a sensitive issue to Aemond, as well as Aegon himself.

But it's a bait you realise too late because Aegon Targaryen enjoys hauling truths from people in steps and tricks, uncaring if he takes a stab or two to get there as you meet his gaze against the reflective wall, positively smirking.

"Really now?"

"Why are you even picking me up? I thought you were in Oldtown."

"Already sorted. Hel wanted to make sure you get there in time, she's going to be late... After all your earlier ride backed out didn't he?"

Your mouth pursed, annoyance prickling at your edges as the elevator pulled into the lobby. "I don't want to talk about it, where's your car?"

He whistles, languid and all the time in the world on his shoulders with just the hint of smug. "It's a thirty minute ride, babe, you're going to spill."

You shoot him a withering glare. "Not if I have say in it." For emphasis, you yank his door and slam it. Fuck his new Maserati.

"Mature!"

Thirty minutes is more than ample time for Aegon Targaryen to weed his way into your brain like the worst case of earworm (like a stupid ass commercial jingle that just. Won't. Stop) that by the time you reach his mother's, you were ranting.

"—like I get it, saying I'm going out with another guy to get some good dick after confirming that we're going to your mother's for Sunday as a date is bad, but we're not really dating! He said so himself! He pressed the issue of it not being a real thing! And he didn't attempt any—"

"— any communication at all," Aegon echoes, stretching his legs as he stood. "Not a sorry or anything."

"Anything!" you bolster, slamming his door again that is less about him and more about the aggressiveness. "I know that he's bad at apologising, or facing things that are hard, choosing to stew in it and act all shitty to people, I just... I thought he'd at least tell me. Doesn't that warrant our friendship?"

"Hm. Ever think that's precisely why he struggles with you?"

"What does that even mean?"

"That he cares about you, so he struggles more with expressing himself."

You turn to him, cocking your head. "When did you get so wise, oh Gandalf?"

"A Seven focused rehab facility can do that to you," he muses wistfully. "There was this nun that says verses when she orgasms."

You make a face. "Love the fun fact."

"You're welcome. But back to point, isn't the issue also the fact that you never tried to make contact with him either?"

"Well. Yeah. Because..."

Aegon squints at you sympathetically. "Because you're scared of rocking the boat because of how much you like him?"

"Not, well," you hesitate. "Not like that precisely..."

"How much you're capable of liking him?" Aegon smiles wryly. "You had a crush on him, I remembered that at least. When Hel first introduced you to him, you couldn't stop teasing him until he lit up like a Christmas tree. I knew you liked him since then. You called him pretty half the time, and I started to realise it was less about his reaction but how you actually see him, and speaking as the naturally cherub, pretty boy of the family, I find this highly, highly offensive."

You pinch his cheeks, wounding your arm over his shoulder. Aegon was built like a linebacker with less muscles that aren't postern, with wide shoulders and a strong body that's too easy to lean against.

"You're pretty too, Aeg," you coo. "But he's just..."

 "If you say ethereal, I will vomit right in my mother's petunias." He makes a face. "How about this. The problem is that you think Aemond doesn't like you back."

You frown at him. "I know Aemond doesn't like me back."

"Oh, sweetie," Aegon coos, sympathy and pity swirling in his smug, smug smile. "I'm so glad you're pretty."

You pinch his sides until he squirms. "Fuck you, what the hell?"

"What I'm saying is, let's test that, you know? Because that's the only variable you aren't sure with?"

You sigh. "Aeg, even if he does, I'm not going to pounce—"

The door swings open, and there he is, of pretty boy face and good boy posture because his mother raised herself a good, devout boy who doesn't know what a slouch is because he's not an ape— and is he wearing his leather jacket? Of course he's wearing the leather jacket and you know that smell, that spiced cologne with the leather and his natural scent and fuck, Aemond is looking at you, looking at his brother, and the open expression, the shock, that smidge of relief— shutters to an icy politeness.

Aegon because he's Aegon, pulls you closer, his mouth curling into a grin that only says trouble, forcing Aemond to straighten up his already perfect posture in preparation for whatever his brother has in mind and his stare is white-hot on the conjoined appendages between you and his brother— and Aegon lands a wet, smacking kiss on your cheekbone.

"Had to pick up your girl, baby bro, I mean what kind of—" his blue gaze finds his mother descending the stairs, peering out to see on who it was, and you're frozen, waiting for the bomb to drop and simultaneously unprepared for it, "— boyfriend has his brother pick up his girl? Good thing you got a good excuse, huh? Oh, hey mother dearest! Your favourite son has come back!"

As Aegon leaves your side with a cheeky little wink, you bit your lip at the frosty look on his face that makes you feel like an absolute idiot and fills you with rage all in one go. Because Aemond has never looked at you like that, like you were at fault and acting like a child, but that you also want to jut a finger against his chest.

"Did you have a nice talk with him on the drive over?" he says, jaw hard.

"I didn't tell him," you hiss, taking the hem of his leather jacket instead of his hands enough so you can pretend to kiss his cheeks because his mother is right there, eyes wide at that two of you as Aegon gave you a discreet thumbs up.

"Helaena did. Get over yourself, your mother's—"

 "Aemond?"

As he freezes and Alicent calls your name, you plaster the best smile you can make as you twine your fingertips with his.

"Smile."

"Hm."

When you leave his side to greet Alicent, you make sure to stomp on his stupid shoes.

As soon as you've finished your mandatory greetings— even with Otto Hightower, Aemond's grandfather, who merely raised his eyebrows at the apparent new status of you and his grandson, Alicent having to blink multiple times, wrangling positives as she kept shooting her son looks while he stood like a block of ice behind you — Aemond takes your hand by his own volition, tangles your fingers too tight, and starts tugging you along like a bouy.

"Are you a child?" you hiss, trying to pry your hand as insistently without outright yanking, Alicent already sending you both concerned looks at a news that she called 'oh, that is wonderful!'

"I am younger than you," he murmurs back, holding you tight.

"Oh, fuck you."

With a defeated huff, you take longer, heavier strides and stomps so you're the one dragging him.

It's all illusion of control built on pettiness because you're still being navigated, it's more just pride at this point, but you don't care, and when he scoffs right back, you felt at least a pinch of a win.

And then he, of course, matches your strides so fucking easily.

"Freaking horse-legged motherfucker," you mumble. You don't know if he catches it, or you're imaging the soft, surprised noise that's both a snort and a laugh.

He winds you around the hallway, an unbreakable trajectory to the backyard, dragging you past an easy eye view from the dramatic, floor to ceiling windows and trespassing straight into the hedge maze because of course they had one of those.

"Really? Here?"

"Do you want to be ogled up by my mother?" he says in a nauseatingly chipper voice. "Is that what you and Aegon are planning with all this, hm?"

You twist out of his grip, walking deeper on your own until your eyes are swallowed by the darkness. When you turn to him, your eyes adjust, only seeing the silver of his hair, so different from his black leather jacket and dark green jumper. You don't see his expression or his sharp gaze.

"Planned this? Seriously? Nothing since coming here had been planned, Aemond," your voice has bite and if your eyes had adjusted faster, or if you could see better, you would see the flinch he makes, "if it had been, this certainly would be the last of my fucking choices. Or do I have to remind you of the fact that we were supposed to go together? Oh right, things change when you drop a call out of fucking nowhere!"

"I—fuck." He moves around, a hand through his hair as exhales in frustration. "I didn't... think you'd want to go with me. That Sunday plans had been cancelled."

"And you didn't think to message? I mean it's not like we're friends in literally every social media." You try not to sound hurt before taking a deep breath, offering your palms up. "I didn't—don't even know what the issue is, Aemond. Were you so offended that I was sexually active that you just had to rudely drop the call and not talk—"

It's maybe the darkness, or intuition but you can bet half yours savings that Aemond Targaryen is blushing.

"It... gods, no it's not... I wasn't offended that you were sexually active," he says softly, evenly. He clears his throat. "I don't... mind that you're... sexually active. I actively... support it. Even." He coughs. Swallows. Curses.

If you don't feel like your heart is pounding in your throat you would have laughed. You had never seen the boy this flustered before that it's affecting his words, because Aemond has always been the most well spoken person you know.

"Is it about Cregan? Do you have something against Cregan?"

His eye flutter close. "No... and yes."

"I don't understand, Aemy," you whisper, defeated.

He sighs. In the dark, you notice a movement. His hands flex. It's a habit he's had since you've known him. It's instinct. The way you reach out, finding a piece of his leather jacket until you find your way to his hands, running your fingers over the bones and ridges, his sinew and skin. There are callouses from his fencing, running your thumb over his knuckles.

He's frozen first before he sighs, melting through the warmth you share with him.

 "I have nothing against Stark," he finally says. "It's the fact that you were still having sex with him that I found unfair." He steps closer until you can see his face better, the struggle in him can be told through the furrow in his brows and the press of his pillowy lips, red and wet as if he had bitten through it. "I... understand that we're not really together, but I couldn't... not feel as if it wasn't right. As if I wanted it to be me."

His hands finds your arms, eye closing and gently placing his forehead against your own. At first you panic, your body trying to make your brain decide do you like this or not but it's Aemond, and he's warm, gentle, sweet almost. It's familiar and new at the same time. It's warmth you recognise, skin you will know anywhere, but in a way that you've never felt him before.

You close your eyes and breathe with him.

You know that this is rare. That this Aemond is reserved for people he loves and cares about, but with his forehead against yours, with his hands holding you steady, rubbing a comforting thumb over your skin that felt just as for him as it was for you, breathing you in and exhaling you out. A single breath between two bodies.

"I don't know if I can agree to that, Aemy."

"What?" He pulls back, hurt pulling taunt your favourite pair of lips. "Do you like Cregan more? You don't think I can please you?"

"That's not—"

His hands closes on your face, cupping it in his palms as you stare, wide-eyed at the blue fire lit up in his eye. His breath brushes your lips, making them tingle.

"Push me away if you don't want it," he says before his eye closes and he takes your mouth against his own, swallowing your gasp then pulling you away again, eye glinting.

"Push me away, ñuha riña." His voice is so soft, words crisp while your body thrummed in a single, frantic heartbeat. When you don't move, too shock, thoughts tangled, he smirks.

With his teeth, he captures your bottom lip, grazing it. When he feels you shudder, eyes fluttering, he chuckles meanly.

"Push me away as if you don't want me." He tilts your chin up as he looks down on you, eye confident in its lust. His thumb brushes your bottom lip. "As if you don't feel everything I do."

"Fuck you," you manage to exhale as you grab the back of his head and devour him just as you did at the restaurant. He groans, using his other hand to feel your side, pass your one breast, giving it a firm squeeze that makes you gasp, tongue clashing, legs tangling as you push and push and he pulls you to him, his back hitting the prickly hedge. It's teeth and tongue, breaths twisted in one air as you used each other like lifelines, like enemies in a swords match.

It's feverish and passion, infuriating want that gives. Because when you dominate the kiss, tangling his tongue with your own, yanking him down and down as if you want him to reach every part of you inside, he bends and follows. And when he pulls you, tangles your hair and takes every gasp and breath, you surrender.

He groans when you suck on his bottom lip, pulling away just enough to spit out, "You taste so much better than my dreams." His mouth moves down and down, leaving a path of heat as he suckles at your neck, practically ripping the buttons of the top of your dress as he slides down and grunts in pain.

"A-Aemy?" Your eyes flutter. "Your back, shit—"

"Fuck that." He tugs you down until you land with an oomph! on his lap, your chest at his eye level before he drags them back to your gaze. "Tell me to stop."

You shake your head, tangling your fingers in his hair. "No."

"Good."

Your back arches, supported in his hold, as he starts sucking the skin lower and lower, another hand massaging your tit that pools hot down your core until his hand, warm and solid, sinew and bone, and Aemond Aemond Aemond, slides between your bra and cups your breast and his hand is so big, and it feels so good that you start grinding on the hard length you feel right at your—

An ear-splitting shriek freezes the both of you. You and Aemond pull back, hand still on your tit.

"Wha—"

"Ew, ew, ew! Mom said you were fighting! FIGHTING DOES NOT EQUATE FUCKING IN THE MAZE, YOU FUCKING CLICHES!"

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[keirawantstocry]

Hi im Back, 💋anon ,once again to inhabit your inbox Forever. I would like to say Yes Thank You Your So so so so good at writing. AHHHHH. I fully believe tubbo needs to be covered in blood on at least a bi-weekly basis. Once again, All The Kisses, we can also throw in a lil stabbin as a treat since you seemed to enjoy the killing (im tired tho so not Too Much)

Soooooooo, as the prompt, tubbo just sleeps, Everywhere, since dying. Hes just tired All The Time. the choco/horse pit, the wither skelly farm, spawn, On Top of Fit (and or others) but just like, On His Shoulders. Fit is Unbothered and keeps going like nothings changed.

Hope you have a good day! (glad you enjoyed the "kill me" part :> , and also that you Do Not Care how long these get, thats gen comfortin, I have Issues <3)

Hehehe kisses and stabbing? You spoil me hehe. and thank you so much <3 (i get it darling dw i dont mind how long or short these are <3)

They weren’t quite sure what to expect at first after Tubbo’s revival. Fit wasn't surprised about the aggression. Not in the slightest. After his very first experience with the respawning mechanics he woke up quite angry as well. But after the anger came… exhaustion. 

Fit found him multiple times at spawn, at farms, dead asleep. He shook him awake every time. 

“You can't be here. Just dangerous for you to be sleeping everywhere.” 

Tubbo squinted at him, eyes half opened. “I'm tireddd,” he whined, slumping back over. 

Fit sighed, before wrapping his arms around the boy's body and lifting him up. Tubbo dropped his head against Fit's chest and relaxed into him. “Mmm,” he hummed. “This feels better than the floor.” 

“No shit,” Fit snorted. “Sleep okay?” Without another word, Tubbo's eyes slipped shut. Within a few minutes, even with the shuffling of Fit's movements, Tubbo was snoring softly. 

It became routine to see them together. Fit working away at whatever he had to do, while Tubbo lay slumped over on his shoulder sleeping peacefully. Pac loved it. He would smile so gently at the both of them while prattling on about ideas he had for the house. 

“Fitch, it's smart! We can build him a room with us, yeah? That would solve the problem of him just sleeping wherever he pleases. You can still carry him around but if you're ever tired then you can just sleep in the bed with him.” 

Fit paused. “That is pretty smart.” 

Pac grinned. “I know, I know.” He sprung up. “Let's build it now! A surprise for him when he wakes up.” 

They finished it long before he worked up. Man, could that dude sleep. 

When he finally awoke it was tight arms in a bed he didn't recognize. Blinking a few times he looked around the room. There above the bed was Pac, who smiled at him. “Hey sleepy head.” 

“Hey,” Tubbo said softly, voice hoarse. He shifted his head to look at who was holding him and wasn't surprised to see Fit, dead asleep. “Where am I?” 

“Our house,” Pac explained, sitting down on the bed next to him. “We build you a room that we can take you to when you're close to falling asleep places.” 

Tubbo blinked slowly at him as his exhaustion began to creep into his mind once again. “Okay,” he muttered before holding out his arms. “C'mere. Cold.” 

Pac laughed before obliging and curling up next to him, letting Tubbo wrap around him like a monkey. Pac fell asleep soon after joining Fit in slumber while Tubbo just relaxed in between them. For once he felt safe and warm. Warm in a way that transcended the cloudy warmth of dreams. He didn't sleep but by the time they did he felt truly rested for the first time since his revival.

[lulumilkshake]

helloo can i request a lil fic of jealous gojo pleasee 💗

a/n: sorry i just saw this ugh, but yes bc i LOVE jealous men especially if they r hot!!💁‍♀️💁‍♀️

bad dog

pairing: g. satoru

warning(s): nothing much besides jealousy and fluff, some angst if you squint, use of she/her

gojo was obsessed with you. how could he not be? you’re beautiful, strong, confident, pretty much everything he loves in a woman.

he knew you felt the same way about him too, so what was this clenching feeling in his heart?

yaga assigned a little exchange assistant teacher to you. he was used to study tokyos jujutsu teachings and take notes on behavior. he wasn’t strong at all, average in looks (compared to him), and obviously had a crush on you.

gojos teeth clenched at the fact you were joking around with the dog (as gojo would call him) and the first years. that should be HIM!

“you’re staring. hard.” shoko commented on his obvious aura of jealousy. he responded to her stab at him with an annoyed “tch”.

“this isn’t like you to not intervene when she’s getting hit on. are you intimidated or something?” she sticks her tongue out as she said that.

“intimidated to a dog used by the elders? hell no.” he rolled his eyes through his blindfold, gagging.

“im only not saying anything because yaga told me not to torment him or whatever.” gojo said as he was imitating yaga.

that’s actually not true. he didn’t intervene because you told him not to intervene. he would never admit that though because this wasn’t the first time he got jealous over people trying to advance on you.

whether it was men at a bar, fellow co-workers, his friends, or even your friends, he would always try and scare them away when they tried hitting on you.

he wasn’t even insecure or anything. he’s the strongest he has nothing to be insecure of! he just loved the feeling of knowing your his.

even though he does all of this, he HATES when you call him jealous.

“jealous? honey you must be thinking of someone else. you know i have nothing to be jealous of.” he often replies slyly whenever you call him jealous. you think it’s because he knows it’s true, but would never EVER admit it.

“you daydreaming or something?” shoko said as she brought him back to earth by waving a hand in front of his face.

“she probably doesn’t even think he is funny. i’d be laughing at how he fights, not his lame jokes.” he says suddenly. shoko replies with a large laugh.

“seriously at this point just go over there and give him the ijichi treatment. have him get you a soda or something if you’re this jealous.” she responded as she got up from her spot on the bench, wiping the dust of her pants.

“not, jealous” he replies again annoyed. but it wasn’t a bad idea to treat him like the dog he is.

as he was just about to get up as well, you called him over.

“satoru!! c’mere honey!” you yelled out sweetly for him. god he was so whipped for you.

when he walked over to you, you greeted him with a long kiss. he grabbed your waist not letting go.

“ahem” the assistant teacher (dog) coughed at the awkward tension between him and gojo.

“ahh your the um..” he drawls out his reply and snaps his fingers when he gets an answer “the dog the elders are using!”

before the assistant teacher could respond back with an offended answer, gojo flips him a coin and winks

“hey.. why don’t you go get me a soda. cmon don’t be a bad dog!”

a/n: FIRST REQUEST! tysm hope u enjoyed bae

[sunny-speaks]

Love You to Pieces (pt 1 of 'Pieces')

Character(s): Harper @campwillowpeak x reader, mild mention of Friend from @stnaf-vn

Okay but i saw that one post about ‘what if someone murdered CM…’ AND OH MY GOD THAT POST??? SENT SHIVERS??? DOWN MY SPINE??? AUGH love me a silly goofy psychotic guy who mourns me and just feels like shit after he gets my revenge because that isn’t what I would want for him… 

(SASJKDHASDJK @the-wannabe-hero thank u for the idea omg i forgor to credit--)

Part 2 !!

Trigger Warnings: death of a loved one

Main warning: SHIT TON OF ANGST DUDE I CRIED WHILE WRITING THIS (i mean my standards could be a lil too low idkkk)

ALSO MAMA SLOTH I HOPE U ENJOY IF U END UP READING !!

Fic under the cut!!

His eyes widened, pupil shrinking as he watched all the blood spill from your stabbed abdomen. The coward who had stuck the knife there immediately ran away before Harper could catch him.

Harper knew he could run after him, knew he’d have a pretty good chance at killing him. But there was also something else he knew.

After years of killing others, he knew how fatal your wound was.

No, he didn’t want to even think about what was happening.

He caught your fumbling body before it hit the ground, cradling your upper torso in his arms, all fear evident on his face. “C-Cara mia?” He knew how broken and fragile he sounded and how that would scare you a little, but he didn’t have the effort to hide it from you.

You winced as you shifted in his arms, “Harper…” You grit your teeth and flashed him a smile. “I-It’s fine, everything’s going to be alright, hm?”

God, he loved your smiles. The ones you would make when you enjoyed his food, the ones you made after kissing him and leaving him breathless, the ones you reassured him that he was not a bad person and would never be, the one you made when he first got on one knee. All of them.

Even if you were dying, you still managed to smile for him. His heart stuttered in his chest, his love and fear for you both taking over. He let out a watery chuckle, shaking his head in disbelief, “Y-You’re so bad for me, darling.” He brought the hand that your engagement ring sat on before kissing it. The cool metal brushed his chapped lips as a tear slipped down his face. “...Please don’t leave me, cara mia. We still,” His breath hitched and a silent sob wracked through his body, “We still haven’t gotten married yet. You can’t… You can’t do this to me.”

You coughed on the blood coagulating in your throat, droplets of blood making it onto his shirt. “A-Aw man, I got your shirt dirty…” Your eyes began to gloss over with tears, hearing Harper beg for you not to leave made things feel a lot more serious. “If it cheers you up, Harper, I do.”

“W-What?” His confusion caused him to blink back his tears before he tilted his head to the side, “I… What?”

You let out a set of broken laughter and he had to suppress a flinch. You never laughed like that, you never laughed like you were having a bad time, you never laughed like you were going to die-

Oh.

His eyebrows furrowed as if that act itself would stop the tears from forming.

And of course, because you knew him so so so well, you tried to give him a reassuring smile, “I do, Harper. I do love you, and I will marry you. Through life and through death.” Tears trickled down your face as you wiped at the dry tracks of Harper’s face, “Through sickness and health and whatnot. Harper, will you…aghk― will you marry me too?”

He stifled a whimper, his bottom lip trembling, “Of course I will, always, always, always for you, cara mia.” He craned his neck so his face met yours and he kissed you before setting you back down in his lap.

“Harper, Harper, it hurts…” You gave him one last weak look before your eyes flickered up to him. You entwined your fingers with his and brought them to your lips. “I love you, Harper. More, hgk— more than, more than I’ve ever loved anyone. Okay, darling?”

He begged through tears, grasping your hand so tight, he could’ve broken your hand. But he’d never do that to you, he loved you so much. He loved you too much. He wouldn’t let you leave. “Please. Please don’t say that like you’re…” His chest wracked with sobs he was too heartbroken over to care. “Like you’re dying. You can’t. You can’t leave me, cara mia. You wouldn’t.” His lungs cried and wailed for proper oxygen intake, his brain told him he needed to breathe, but how could he? How could he dare to breathe when he knew soon enough, you wouldn’t share the same air as him.

And god, if that didn’t shatter his heart into pieces.

“Please, please, please. They can’t― They can’t take you—! Please, please, please, please…” Each repeated word was followed by tears falling from his face to yours.

If he wasn’t so overcome with his sorrow, maybe he’d have already noticed how you had already died.

Your blank eyes stared back at his glassy blue ones. He rested his face in his hand, propped on his knee as he held you to his chest, cries unabashedly rocking through his body as he had to believe it.

Believe you were gone.

Believe some coward had taken the light of his life away, forever.

Believe some scum had taken away the person he was supposed to spend the rest of his life with.

Anyone else on the street would’ve seen him chanting meaningless words of ‘please, please, please’ and ‘love you so much, love you, please don’t leave me.”

But all Harper could see was you, broken and shattered in his arms.

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Harper couldn’t eat, he couldn’t sleep properly. Everywhere he went was a reminder of you.

He tried, he tried so hard to move on. He tried not to isolate himself. God, he had even shut himself off from his Nonna. She didn’t deserve that. It was all because of him, because he would never be good enough to save you, to save himself. Because it was all his fault that he couldn’t have seen it coming. He should’ve been more careful, been more cautious. 

Friend had come over to reassure him that he understood losing a loved one, but he just… he just didn’t. He didn’t know what it meant to lose the love of his life, didn’t know how Harper had spent nights just replaying it over and over in his head. 

Some nights were even worse because some days, he’d never tell a single soul, some days he forgot what you looked like, couldn’t picture your face anymore because it had been so long since he had seen you smiling at him. Those nights were the worst. How could he have forgotten his spouse, someone he had dedicated his life to?

God, he was such a piece of shit for forgetting you.

Friend only had his sweetheart, but Harper had other people to care for.

His Nonna.

But he couldn’t handle the pain your death had caused him and refused to let anyone else share it.

He had to look at your photos just to have some feeling of what it was like to be yours because he kept forgetting. He kept forgetting and forgetting what it was like to love someone like you.

You were his world and how could he ever forget it?

Was it because you weren’t there to remind him?

Ouch.

A/N: dw dw harper gets his revenge

[jessicas-pi]

ONE person asked and so now i'm doing it again: more incorrect quotes, time heals edition (part 1 cause there's gonna be more)

Obi-Wan: Where’s Ahsoka? Anakin: Doing stuff. Obi-Wan: I don’t like the sound of that. Where’s Sabine? Anakin: Trying to stop Ahsoka from doing the stuff. Obi-Wan: And Jacen? Anakin: Trying to stop Sabine from stopping Ahsoka from doing the stuff. Obi-Wan: I see. And what are you doing here, Anakin? Anakin: I’m supposed to stop you from stopping Jacen from stopping Sabine from stopping Ahsoka from doing the stuff.

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*Everyone is giving advice to Obi-Wan* Sabine: It's okay to ask for help. Ahsoka: You're not a burden. Anakin: Murder is okay. Jacen: Your feelings matter.

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Zhaya: I don’t go looking for trouble. Trouble usually finds me first.

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Store Worker: Would a “Sabine” please come to the front desk? Sabine, arriving at the desk: Hello, is there a problem? Store Worker, pointing to Ahsoka and Jacen: I believe they belong to you? Ahsoka and Jacen, simultaneously: We got lost. Sabine: I didn’t even bring you guys here with me—

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*At 79s* Sabine: Ladies do not start fights BUT THEY CAN FINISH THEM.

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[Sabine, running from a rock monster] Anakin, through the comm: You're just going to have to kill it. Sabine: Kill it? Well, I'm open to any suggestions. Anakin: Go for the eyes! Sabine: He doesn't have any eyes, Anakin! Anakin: Go for the mouth, then, the throat, his vulnerable spots! Sabine: IT'S A ROCK! IT DOESN'T HAVE ANY VULNERABLE SPOTS! Zhaya, grabbing the comm from Anakin: I know! You construct a weapon. Look around, can you form some sort of rudimentary lathe?

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Sabine, trying to avoid explaining how she knows the future: Don't ask me what I'm talking about. I don't know, okay? I'm just the vessel. The message has been gifted. I've moved on.

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Cody: What's wrong with you? Sabine: Off the top of my head, I'd say low self-esteem, a lack of maternal affection, and a genetic predisposition for anxiety and depression.

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Satine: Guys, I have a question. Bo-Katan: kys <3 Satine, deadpan: I love you too. Sabine: Ah, yes. Siblings.

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Mace: I hope you have an explanation for this. Jacen: We have three actually. Ahsoka: Pick your favorite.

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Sabine: Am I too late for Obi-Wan’s panic attack? [Obi-Wan hides his face in despair] Sabine: Apparently not!

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Sabine: Could you be any more annoying? Shipper: Yes.

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Anakin: Small creatures are much more vicious because they have a smaller body to bottle up all their emotions. Jacen: Ridiculous. Give me some examples. Obi-Wan: Wasps? Sabine: Terriers? Anakin: Ahsoka.

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Sabine: Why is there blood everywhere? Bo-Katan: I may have aggressively poked someone with a knife. Sabine: You stabbed someone?! Bo-Katan: No, no. I aggressively poked someone with a knife.

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Jacen: Here’s a fun Life Day idea. We hang mistletoe, but instead of kissing, you have to FIGHT whoever else is under it. Mace: Jacen... no. Ashoka: Mistlefoe! Mace: Please stop encouraging him. Jacen and Ahsoka, together: SOMEONE'S HALLS ARE GETTING DECKED!

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Anakin: I'm not creepy. Anakin: I'm petty. Anakin: There's a difference, ya' know.

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Kidnapper: I have one of your kids. Obi-Wan: Which one? I have four. Kidnapper: The loud, annoying, rowdy one who never shuts up. Obi-Wan: Which one? I have four. Anakin, distantly: HEY!!!

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Sabine: What’s it like being tall? Sabine: Is it nice? Sabine: Can you reach comfortably for the cupboards? Anakin: We live in constant fear of the short ones who, in my experience, will climb 4 chairs, 2 boxes, a small coffee table and 6 oddly placed stools to get what they want. Ahsoka: It was one time!

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Wyvern: Are you nuts? Shipper: Jury's out.

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Jacen: I like to think of myself as a semi responsible teenager here. Sabine: Ahsoka is 70% of your impulse control and you know this Jacen. Ahsoka: I feel like Jacen is the more responsible one of us two though. Jacen: We are both 70% of each others' impulse control. Ahsoka: Just two lil beasts in pinwheel hats spinning on the merry-go-round at dangerous velocities, holding each other’s hands so the other doesn’t fall off.

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and last but not least,

Ezra: What’s up? I’m back. Sabine: I literally saw you die. You died. You were dead Ezra: Death is a social construct.

[nymphoheretic]

BABES I JUST SAW YOUR STORY ABOUT YOUR CAR?? let me go fbi mode and beat those thieves up!! The clones and I will fuck then up!

To make you laugh a mini headcanon on how the clones would beat a mf for hurting you

Sekido

Obviously he electrocutes them while yelling at them tell they cry.

“You stole my lovers car?? You you pathetic piece of SCUM??”

By the end the mf is a piece of friend chicken!

Karaku

Oh he’s probably doing some sadistic shit like ripping every fingernail out one by one and dancing on their back as he laughs-he do his lil dancy dance

“ not so tough now eh human? Shall I rip your teeth out next to show you what happens when you hurt my darling~”

Aizetsu

This man is just like poking holes everywhere I’m this person- they are a pin cushion now yanno? He’s also holding back tears because he’s so sad someone could hurt his baby

“How can humans be so cruel” stab “she’s an Angel you know!” stab “why would you do this to her” stab “this is making me sad” stab stab “give her back her possessions” STAB

Aka thief is a shish kebab now yum

Urogi

Let’s be real. He flies the up high. Very very very high. Yelling at them the whole time until he drops them. Then un s p l a t.

“Oh dear silly me I forgot humans can’t fly!”

THIS MAY BE SO MORBID BUT I HOPE SMILE SOME

This made me laugh so hard. I have a very dark sense of humor so this hit just right. But Sekido calling me his lover?! I will pass out case his mean ass would only say it in the heat of the moment while he's busy giving them the Nezuko treatment.

Karaku is a sadistic little fuck and I love him for it. Like yes baby, do that little fancy dance while you torture them.

Aizetsu. Baby. I will kiss you all over your face. Calling me an angel like you won't get your lips kissed off 😤

Urogi, my sweet bird man, you knew good and damn well humans couldn't fly. Play dumb for me some more and I'll kiss you too.

Thank you nonnie for the laugh.

[pancakefancake]

*takes a deep breath*

Ma’am.

That’s all you get.

Just kidding, obviously, I have SO much to say.

The first line! The FIRST line had me already shook. And then ““give her to me” Eris growled, only looking at her face” Listen. I am just a simple woman with a love for certain specific tropes. *hissing* the serotonin!

The satisfaction of resolved tension after a cliff hanger is just *chef’s kiss*

Then bringing in that piano to set the tone??? You had no right to give me those chills.

“Cedar wood, amber, rain, and very subtle hints of both pumpkin and apple” I am DISTRESSED.

“And the cold was refreshing, like a relief after too long and too hot of a summer” MORE DISTRESSED.

“Felt like a chill that could cure the human body and soul” MOST DISTRESSED. That entire paragraph fed my soul. The absolute audacity you have to so poetically set an immersive scene is just wild.

Shout out to the bougie extra ginger snap decor.

“There was a coffee table with a pile of books and an old cup of tea, half supper. As well as some papers written in, with a discarded quill sitting on top of them all. The candle and roaring fire beyond made it ever cozier.” Yes, hi. I would like to live in this very specific setting for the rest of my existence. Like, you always do such a phenomenal job at world building but this is poetry. This is lovely it actually hurts.

“A thick shawl hanging over a chair next to the bed. Almost as if someone knew she would want to cover herself” there is just so much excitement screaming at this point. The thoughtfulness. The mere idea of Eris sitting on that couch trying to work with that Shaw around his shoulders just WAITING. i am not okay.

I love that you addressed how it must feel to have to function anywhere after living in a sentient house. Like I would be USELESS.

“Plan on stabbing me, do you?” I love that little fucker. “Everyone?” “Well…Eris” our sweet lil traumatized ginger snap.

“Babysitting mortal females” 😂😂😂😂😂😂

The fucking witty banter with a touch of violence. My love language.

“They need the sunshine.” Now wondering how much of the nuance that potentially carries was intended. Because WOW.

THE VIEW. the view. ThE vIeW.

“Either remember everything or remember none of it. at all” that would be the sound of my heart breaking. Thank you for that.

“Waiting to see you for himself.” “Why wasn’t he the one?” This ENTIRE exchange. The anticipation. The embers of that slow burn. And yeah, I saw that chapter image change. I see you.

And really the music had no right to treat me like that.

Eris is pacing. Eris is pacing. Should not be this giddy from that.

And UGH FUCK ME. The action following the micro-expressions of his face are exactly why you are a queen of writing romance. So many people rely so heavily on dialogue to move the story and people don’t communicate that clearly. This. This. This.

The sibling vibes. As a younger sibling I vibe with Lucien on a molecular level.

I really don’t even know where to start from the point on because the amount of chaotic love and adoration for this and for you is just utterly feral.

The smirk. Ma’am. The italics on “his” “HIS dagger” I love you. The brilliance.

Literally every single line that follows total and complete perfection. Seriously I keep just wanting to be and this line. And then this line. And then THIS line!!!

“Who was Eris Vanserra now that a Beron was dead and he was High Lord?” We don’t know but I bet you’re gonna shoooow uuuuss!

“When did you know?” And here 👏🏼 we 👏🏼 go 👏🏼

Ginger snap, mother hen edition.

I am honestly so impressed at our traumatic little babies being such adults about it.

“Blinked at Eris’ consideration” the yearning ma’am. Breathing those embers to lyyyyyyyfe!!

Eris desperately hoping she was running TO him?? I am so unequivocally not okay. The 👏🏼YEARNING👏🏼 and then you kill that little see of hope in our favorite little ginger snap? My heart. My feels. That hurt. this series is going to be the death of me.

“I will give you anything. Anything you wish,” Screams.

Ope. There’s that anger.

Ope. There’s that angst.

“But to Azriel it was better than her not acknowledging him at all.” Why do you have to rip my heart to shreds from different angles??? That’s not even what we came here to be tortured with.

“I shall stay here.” Yes you shall, darling and you Will begrudgingly fall in love with your trauma dunked ginger snap mate and it will be beautiful.

“Her next pray.” There are no lies here. #teamnesta

“You let her go” !!!!!!! And then Nesta hiding her smile??? A slaughter.

“Left to go hunt down his mate, who was surely lost in the Forest House,” can we talk about how this was literally the most perfect and gorgeous ending to a chapter??? The culmination of tension immediately released by a reluctant fondness delivered with such charm??? OBSESSED.

God, how does it get better every single chapter?? Did you know you’re brilliant? Celestial. Perfection. I just cannot. You know I saw where you had posted about this almost being done and about to publish and I intentionally avoided your page because I knew I would need to read it immediately but I needed the right environment and vibe. So I waited so I could have the maximum experience. And it was so worth it.

Sighing in fondness and admiration for you, my love.

chapter xvi - gust & flame

Eris Vanserra x Reader

Eris Vanserra has been a prisoner in his own home since the day he was born. He has done what he had to in order to survive and protect the few he loves. And he is playing the long game. Waiting, waiting, and waiting for the right time to make his move, to usurp his wicked father and become High Lord of Autumn Court. But things become even more complicated when a human girl drops into his life. Perhaps Eris can wait no longer to take his throne.

Word Count: 4,000+

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Eris marched to Y/N. His eyes raced across her, noting all the injuries she suffered. Her heartbeat was weak, barely audible to his fae ears. 

Azriel watched him with closely, prepared to guard and protect Y/N’s helpless body from Eris’ new and unpredictable power. 

He remembered when Rhysand had gained his High Lord capacity. The new strength was both intoxicating and terrifying. It took Rhys time to get a hold on it, to control it. 

Furthermore, Azriel didn’t trust Eris like he had trusted Rhysand. 

“Give her to me,” Eris growled, only looking at Y/N’s face and not even bothering to acknowledge the shadowsinger. 

“I am not so sure I should,” Azriel countered coolly, his hold over Y/N tightening. 

Eris finally looked into his hazel eyes, glaring into them. “I would never hurt her, Shadowsinger. I swore allegiance to your High Lord to keep her safe. She needs a healer – and quick."

And without waiting for a response, Eris scooped Y/N into his arms, fully intending to fight Azriel if he tried to stop him. 

Now that his mate was in his grasp, Eris whipped around to find his mother. But she was already standing a few feet behind him when he sought her out. 

“Go," Leonora urged him. "Take her to the healer. Lucien and I will take care of things here.”

She looked around them at what was left of Beron’s loyalists. They were either dead or had surrendered. Nesta, Cassian, Jurian, and Vassa guarded them with weapons at the ready. 

Eris nodded gratefully and rushed Y/N to the royal healer. 

–🍁–🍁–🍁–

Even before Y/N fully came to, she knew that she wasn’t in Night Court. 

For one, there was the smell: cedar wood, amber, rain, and very subtle hints of both pumpkin and apple. It surrounded her. Then there was the chill, it was different than the Night Court. Someone had clearly left a window or two open. And the cold was refreshing, like a relief after too long and too hot of a summer in the mortal lands. It felt like a chill that could cure the human body and soul. 

Y/N’s eyes finally found the strength to flutter open. 

She looked around to find she was indeed still in Autumn Court. 

And she was laying in a canopy bed grander even than the one she had been given in the Night Court. The detailing on the woodwork was impossible to overlook. 

It was lovely and cozy, not at all what she would’ve imagined the dreaded Forest House of Autumn Court would look like. She had expected everything to be red – red like blood – unsettling and harsh. But there was soft browns everywhere, and an overall rustic warmth to the place. 

It wasn’t until Y/N looked on the other side of the room that she started to believe she wasn’t just sleeping in a random guest room of a grand estate.

There was a coffee table with a pile of books and an old cup of tea, half sipped. As well as some papers written on, with a discarded quill sitting on top of them all. The candle and roaring fire beyond made it even cozier. 

Y/N glanced down to see that her injuries had been tended to and someone had changed her out of the soaking wet underdress that had exposed her to the entire Autumn Court. Beron had made sure to humiliate her, she was honestly surprised he hadn’t stripped her completely naked to make his point. 

Now she wore a nightgown with decorative lace and silk in the Autumn Court's colors. It wasn’t very modest – but yet again Night Court seemed the least concerned with modesty compared to the other Prythian Courts – besides perhaps Summer. 

Y/N slowly sat up in bed, making sure to be careful of an lingering injuries. But she felt refreshed and healthy. 

Beron must be dead. Surely. 

If she were alive and put in such a lovely bedroom, Eris must have won the battle. 

Come to think of it, Y/N was struggling with remembering the details of the fight. There was pain and fire and blood. But she couldn’t seem to find the last thing that happened to her before she fell into a cloud of darkness. 

Y/N found a thick shawl hanging over a chair next to the bed. Almost as if someone knew she would want to cover herself before going anywhere. 

She wrapped it around herself and searched the room for something she could use as a weapon. 

Right about now Y/N really missed the resourcefulness of having a sentient home like the House of Wind, who could just drop anything she politely asked for. 

Y/N smiled with relief when she found a dagger similar to the one Eris had gifted her. It had been slightly hidden in a drawer of one of the nightstands.

She didn’t bother keeping it sheathed, letting the deadly blade gleam. 

Taking a deep breath, Y/N gathered her courage before throwing the door open to see what would be waiting for her on the other side. 

“Plan on stabbing me, do you?” 

“Lucien?” Y/N gasped.

The redheaded male was sitting on the ground across from her bedroom, legs crossed, calmly reading a book. He hadn’t even looked up from it when she’d emerged. 

“I was wondering when you would finally sneak out of that bedroom,” Lucien sighed as he finally looked up at her. 

Y/N looked at him wearily. 

The last few days had been harrowing and she wasn’t sure where she stood with others of these fae. They weren’t her friends any longer. But she wasn’t sure if they were quite her enemies either. 

Lucien stood. “Everyone figured you would be the most comfortable with me being the one guarding your bedroom.”

“Everyone?” Y/N asked with a scowl. 

He smiled. “Well…Eris.” 

“So…So Beron is…d-dead?” 

Lucien’s smile dropped as he heard the fear in her voice. He gave a slow nod. “I am sorry…for what he did to you, Y/N.” 

But she wouldn’t meet his gaze. 

Lucien cleared his throat. “If you are feeling well enough, I thought perhaps I could show you around the Forest House.” 

Y/N just gave me a short nod. 

Lucien looked relieved at her agreement. “I have a thing for babysitting mortal females that unexpectedly show up in fae courts.”

She could only assume he was referring to Feyre when she was in the Spring Court. But she didn’t bother asking for him to clarify. 

“I wish to keep the dagger,” she added darkly, daring him to challenge her on it.

But Lucien raised a brow. “I never said anything about taking it from you. And if I’m being honest, I wouldn’t mind watching you stab a few of the courtiers still alive.” 

And then he started walking, not looking back or waiting to see if she would follow. 

Y/N quickly caught up with him, the dagger tightly gripped in her right hand. 

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“Only a small portion of the house is above ground – less than half. The rest is built into the stone beneath. Most of the house is hidden amongst the trees and rocks that rest above ground. The property stretches far – even the most trained eye cannot tell where the Forest House begins or ends.”

Y/N had been quietly listening to Lucien’s little tour for nearly three hours now. Now and then she would ask questions. But mostly she just let him talk. 

Once again, the Forest House was nothing like she would have imagined. With Beron ruling this kingdom, she half-expected the place to be a dark and grimy dungeon. That evil man didn’t deserve to live in such a beautiful place.

How much had he tainted the Autumn Court with his wickedness?

“But Eris and mother prefer to remain above ground,” Lucien added, catching at how Y/N's body stiffened every time he mentioned Eris. “They need the sunshine.”

Lucien led her out onto a balcony that was surrounded by such a thick woods that it felt more like a tree house. 

For a few minutes, the two of them just stared out at the view. 

There were trees and hills as far as the eye could see. It looked like someplace one could easily hide or sneak through undetected. Yet Y/N had failed to do just that. 

“How did they ever find me in this?” Y/N whispered, really only to herself. 

But of course Lucien heard it. 

“You would have never been able to pass through, Y/N. There are wards surrounding this court. Beron knew of everyone that ever entered his territory.” 

Y/N’s head still bowed in shame. 

Then she looked up at Lucien. “Is it hard for you…being back here?” 

Lucien took a moment to look out at the trees and mountains before he answered, “I never thought I’d walk through these halls ever again.” 

“They must hold terrible memories for you,” Y/N mumbled. 

“Yes. But believe it or not, they also hold some good memories. Memories that I haven’t allowed myself to think of in quite some time. I guess that is how I coped with it: either remember everything or remember none of it. at all” 

Y/N gave him a sympathetic look and a shy nod. Without realizing what she was doing, her hand reached across the railing and squeezed his own. 

Lucien glanced down their hands with a small and shy smile. 

“Come,” he said, nodding behind them at the house. “You must be starving. And I’m sure my brother has been pacing all day, waiting to see you for himself.”

“Why wasn’t he the one waiting outside my bedroom?” 

Lucien froze and turned to look at her head-on. “Because Eris is convinced that you hate him – or you are scared of him. I can’t tell. But my brother figured he would be last person you would want to see when you awoke.”

“I do not fear him,” Y/N whispered quietly, yet with confidence. 

“And you should not,” Lucien surprised her by responding. “I’ve never seen my brother care for someone’s safety the way he cares about yours. Not even my mother.” 

With that, he began walking again, leading her through the giant sprawl. 

It took almost twenty minutes just to get to the dining hall. Of course it was grand. Clearly, it was meant for hosting the entire court and visiting guests of the court. 

And Y/N expected those guests to also be in attendance for this dinner. Or at least the surviving Vanserra family. 

But it was only Eris at the other end of the giant hall, pacing with his back to them. 

As soon as he heard their arrival though, his back went straight and he whipped around to the face them. 

First, there was relief in his eyes at seeing Y/N safe and healed. But that was quickly hidden.

Y/N caught his usual cool and passive expression. But then she blinked and he tried to give her somewhat of a warm look. It seemed to take great effort from Eris to do so. 

Lucien was the one to break the silence. “Have any other errands for me, brother?” 

Eris glared at him. “I am just relieved you didn’t bore her to death.” 

“I am more interesting company than you,” Lucien shot back. Then he turned to Y/N, “I shall leave you two to it then.”

“You’re leaving?” Y/N blurted out accidentally. 

Lucien had an almost mischievous smirk as he nodded and took his leave. 

Y/N expected that Eris would wait for her to approach him. After all, he was a High Lord now. And she was...Well, she was nothing.

But it was Eris who quickly lessened the distance between them. However, he stopped a longer distance away from her than necessary. Perhaps he really did believe she was scared of him. 

Eris cleared his throat. “I assume eating here would be less comfortable. I requested a more…secluded place for us to dine.”

Y/N just watched him. 

His tone was softer, gentler. Like he was speaking to a wild doe who would scurry away with any sudden movement. 

Her silence seem to unsettle him, though. 

“Unless, that is,” he quickly added, “you wish to dine alone in your rooms.”

His gaze shot down to the dagger that was still gripped in her hand. 

He couldn't help but smirk. “I see you’ve grown fond of my dagger.”

His dagger? The rooms. The bedroom that seemed to belong to someone. 

“They’re your rooms?” She asked without thinking.  

Eris seemed caught off guard that she would figure it out. “Yes. I have wards surrounding them, stronger than anything else in the house. I conjured them myself. And there is nowhere safer in the Forest House.”

“B-But where are you sleeping? I do not wish to inconvenience you.”

Eris actually let out a laugh. “I assure you, it is not inconvenience. There is plenty of space in this dreadful place.” 

Y/N didn’t know what to say next. But it still felt odd, her staying in his intimate quarters. 

But then she couldn’t ignore how at home she felt waking up, how comfortable. She had just been attacked and practically tortured. Yet, she wouldn’t know it with how safe she had felt this morning.  

Y/N took in a deep breath. “I would not mind having dinner with you…if I am able to ask you some questions.” 

Eris bowed his head. “I believe that is a fair exchange.” 

Then he gestured for her to walk ahead of him. 

He led her through a few more hallways until they were outside on a terrace. 

Plates and silverware were already set up, with candles lighting the small table.

Y/N turned to look at him, but Eris seemed to be trying to ignore her stare. 

Clearly he had made a bit of an effort here. And Y/N was taken aback by it. 

Who was Eris Vanserra now that Beron was dead and he was High Lord?

He gestured toward table, signaling that she should sit first. 

Y/N reached for the one chair, and her face got hot when Eris moved behind to push in her chair for her. Then he moved into the corner across from her. 

As soon as they were settled, Eris waved his hand over the table and food magically appeared before them. It took up every inch of the table. Then one set of wine glasses filled with light wine, while the other set filled with water. 

“Neat trick,” Y/N pointed out quietly. 

“Our cooks made it,” Eris explained, almost sounding bored. “I simply summon it.” 

But Y/N wasn’t wasting any time. “When did you know?” She uttered suddenly. 

Eris froze mid sip of drinking his wine. 

“When did you figure out I was your…mate?” 

Eris finished his sip, turning it into a gulp from the question. “As soon as I saw you.” 

“But that is not normal, is it?” Y/N challenged. 

“I will answer your questions if you eat,” Eris demanded as he gestured to her full plate. “You have been healing and sleeping. You have not eaten in nearly two days.”

Y/N sighed and did as he requested. 

“I suppose it not normal,” Eris agreed to her earlier statement. “But stranger things have happened.” 

“Why take me to Night Court? It was rather obvious they are not your friends. Why did you trust them, of all people?” 

“I do not have friends,” he corrected her harshly. “I took you to the Night Court because it was the safest place for you. There was no other option. Perhaps I was…desperate.” 

Y/N’s gaze grew cold and challenging. “And you promised an Autumn army you did yet have to make them agree?”

Eris ground his teeth. “Is that what they told you?” 

“No one told me.” 

The wind then, Eris surmised. 

“Is that why you ran?” He asked quietly. 

“I ran because they are not my friends. They only gave me shelter and protected me because they wanted your loyalty – even if that loyalty was forced. And, I guess, because Rhysand’s life depended on it.” 

Eris shifted in his chair, having mental battle with himself in his head. “No, Rhysand and his inner circle are not my friends. But their love for you was no act. Even now, they have not left your side.”

Y/N’s head snapped up in surprise. “They’re still here?”

“Yes, unfortunately. Irritating that lot is. They linger here to assure that you are alright. But I told them they were not allowed to speak with you until you had expressed that it was your wish to do so.”

Y/N blinked at Eris’ consideration. 

He seemed to be reading her face quite carefully. 

“For what it is worth,” Eris began, “they kept my secret by my demand. I did not want you to know about the bond because I thought it would make things left complicated and keep you safer.” 

“If I am being fair,” Y/N began. “I am not sure how I would’ve reacted, knowing from the start. I wouldn’t have understood any of it, really. I would’ve been…Well, I don’t know what I would’ve been.”

Eris nodded, appreciating the honesty. 

A moment of silence passed. 

He leaned toward her. “Were you running here, to me when you fled…or were you simply trying to return to the Mortal Lands?”

Y/N caught the hope in his eyes. She knew immediately what answer he sought. 

But she couldn’t give it to him. Not without lying.

Her head bowed. “I was going to the Mortal Lands. I didn’t even realize I had made it to Autumn until the leaves turned red. And then it was too late to turn around.” 

Eris leaned back in his chair, controlling his expression. Yet, somehow Y/N still knew that he was disappointed. 

Y/N waited a moment before she cleared her throat. “May I…May I make a request?”

“Please,” Eris urged her. 

I will give you anything. Anything you wish, he had to stop himself from adding. 

“I require a horse. Perhaps two.”

Eris watched her carefully, his face unreadable.  

“I had properly paid for a pair in Night Court,” Y/N quickly added when he didn’t instantly respond. “I never stole them. But obviously I lost them when I was…when your father apprehended me.”

“Y/N…” It was the first time he had said her name since she'd crossed into these borders. And she didn’t know why it made her heart flutter. “It is not safe for you in the Mortal Lands. It is not safe for you to be on your own at all. There are some who do not approve of my usurping. And you were exposed. Those who wish to hurt me will come after you.” 

Y/N’s breathing was getting heavy as she tried to control her temper. “I didn’t ask to be your mate. I didn’t ask for any of this!” 

She shot up from her chair, the table shaking from the movements. “Where are they? Take me to them.” 

Eris didn’t need her to clarify. He knew she spoke of the Night Court. 

His eyes went dark when he slowly stood. 

The movement must’ve been discomforting, for Y/N took a quick step backward from him and eyed him wearily. 

“Fine,” Eris hissed before stomping away, not waiting for her to follow. 

——

Some moments later, Eris had led her to a wing that Y/N was sure was on the opposite side of the Forest House than her own. 

He gestured toward a door, apparently refusing to open it himself. 

Y/N huffed and practically charged it. 

Nesta and Cassian jumped to their feet. But Azriel looked unsurprised by Y/N’s aggressive entrance. He probably had shadows lingering in the hall that she had missed. 

Cassian was the first to start opening his mouth to speak, but Y/N interrupted him before he could. She knew he was about to apologize by his face alone – and she couldn’t deal with it at this moment. 

“Take me to the Mortal Lands,” Y/N demanded of Cassian, before he could speak. 

His mouth dropped helplessly, and then he looked at Eris over her shoulder, as if he would silently give him answers. 

“Take me to the Mortal Lands,” Y/N repeated, even more angerily. “You at least owe me that after lying to me for months.” 

Cassian looked to his mate for guidance, but her expression was passive. 

“Y/N,” Eris spoke quietly, remaining behind her. “It is not safe.” 

“He’s right,” Azriel agreed as he pushed off the wall. “All of Autumn Court knows you are Eris’ mate – thanks to Beron.”

Y/N only glared at the shadowsinger. But to Azriel it was better than her not acknowledging him at all. 

“I can take care of myself,” Y/N nearly growled. 

Cassian stepped forward. “If you wish to go back to Night Court, we shall take you there. Or...” His eyes flicked to Eris. “You can stay here." He sighed, "But you will be a walking target in the Mortal Lands, open for the taking.” 

Y/N looked around at all of them as if they were insane. 

Only Nesta seemed to be as confounded as her. 

“So then…” Y/N whispered angrily. "I am being forced to pick between my prisons? Is that it?”

Eris stepped to her side. “You will never be a prisoner here, Y/N. You will be a guest.” 

Y/N was quiet. 

Nesta glared at the new High Lord. “And if he tries anything you do not consent to, I will cut off his prick myself and take you back to Night Court.” 

Cassian failed to hide his smile. 

Eris rolled his eyes. 

But Y/N wasn’t amused. 

Everyone watched her closely, waiting for her decision. 

“I shall stay here,” she finally announced. 

Without saying anything more, Y/N stormed out of the room. 

Eris didn’t follow. Instead, he gave the three Night Courtiers a warning look. “My borders remain open to you. If you wish to visit Y/N – on her terms – you may do so whenever you see fit.” 

Nesta gawked at him. Then glared at her mate and then Azriel. “We are just going to leave her here? Alone!? With him?!”

“She feels betrayed by all of you,” Eris countered gravely. 

Nesta crossed her arms. “And whose fault is that?” 

Eris took a moment to answer. “I did what I believed was best to protect her – and I will continue to do the same.”

Nesta slowly stepped toward the High Lord. “You know it wasn’t long ago that you were begging to marry me. I was unimpressed with you then, and I am even more unimpressed with you when it comes to my friend.” 

Eris didn’t back down though, not even to Lady Death. “And now you have your precious Illyrian.” Only he could whisper a mere fact and make it sound like an insult. 

Cassian shifted his weight nervously, fully preparing to have to step between his mate and her next prey. 

But Eris calmly looked at him and Azriel. “Y/N will be safe here.” 

Then Eris looked down at Nesta, knowing she needed to hear the next part more than anyone. “And though she is my mate, I make no assumptions that she will accept such a bond. Once Autumn Court has been calmed and she is no longer at risk, she can return to the Mortal Lands.”

“You think it will be that easy to let her?” Azriel challenged. 

Eris sneered at the shadowsinger. “You let her go, so why don’t you tell me?” 

It was now Nesta who was forced to hide her smile. 

Eris straightened and clasped his hands behind his back. “Stay another night or leave. I do not care.”

Then he left to go hunt down his mate, who was surely lost in the Forest House. 

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please please please let me know what you think. write me a book report. it's what keeps me going. 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

[qoeww]

YOU WERE OVERREACTING

Character: Leo

Warning: Just arguing with silly boy

Author Note: I accidentally posted half of this fic and deleted while trying to get back what I did LDBDLDBKRJ- I hope you like it hun, I wrote a lil bit late <3 and please request more you are welcome here hun

Leo can make fun of everything and this is fun, I mean you love and accept him

But sometimes he just took things far

Even you are serious now he is just trying to make a pun and reading that stupid comic

"Ok, ok if you get angry more, your forehead will be no different than Donnie and Raph's." He poked your forehead and you pushed his hand

"Do you... Do you think am I joking now Leonardo?"

Well, after calling his full name he understood everything was more serious than he thought

"Well this wrinkles don't look like joking-"

You just sighed and tried to stay calm

"Leo... I told you not to do this, sometimes you... You don't even listen to what the other person is saying."

Like now, he turned the page of the comic

"But everything is fiiine. You worry unnecessarily. Why don't we read a comic together?"

"No, no don't change the subject. You didn't even care what I ju-"

He stood up and walked in front of you "Yes I cared Y/N! And I thought you were overreacting and you were."

"WHAT? YOU ALMOST BURNED MY WHOLE HOUSE!"

"But we saved it at the last moment, only one or two items were burned, we can buy a new one."

"No, it's not the burned things that matter here, the matter is you are doing whatever you want. We are partners Leo, we need to listen each other."

Well, he finally started feeling bad, the guilt he tried to ignore was slowly creeping into his heart.

"I... I am... Gonna spend some time at pizzeria. I noticed I'm so hungry!"

"LEO WAI-"

And he opened a portal and escaped from you

This boy... You love that dork but sometimes he makes you angry as hell

You opened a door and all three brother fell into room

"Were you listening us?"

"Yes..."

"No."

...

"WHAT?"

The clock was showing 1 a.m. and here was not even the slightest sleep in your eyes

Well, maybe you can prepare some tea, it will comfort you huh?

You didn't even care to open the lights, opened dark kitchens door

AND somebody was trying to get in from window

You took the knife from the sink and swing it to them

"WHAT THE FUC-"

"Leo?"

"Yes, it is me. But first please can you just put the knife back?"

You put the knife countertop back and opened lights

"I didn't know I have made you that angry like trying to stab me WOW but still looking hot tho"

"No no actually-"

"I was kidding... I'm sorry Y/N."

He opened his arms waiting your respond, you slowly hugged him back

You can feel he is moving his hand on your back slowly

"I didn't want to mean that, I should have listen you."

"I'm sorry too, I knew you didn't like yelling and arguing but still I yelled at you. I'm sorry."

"Those that means... We are good?"

"Yes we are silly."

He slowly separated his body from yours

Cupped your face and placed a small kiss on your lips

"I'm glad to hear that because I don't think my body can stand this huge pizza."

You turned on the other episode of the TV show you were watching, while Leo went to fetch a blanket

He hugged you from behind and you almost watched 3 episodes of the series in this position

[writingsbychlo]

a lil something i wrote for ki based on this post! ki i hope you love it 🫶🏻

this was literally written in my phone in bed. it is not proofread or edited or anything. so, if somethings wrong, just ignore it idk

“Bleeding out all by yourself, handsome?” Azriel couldn’t drop the grin that took over his face at the words, twisting in the morning-damp grass to face his mate. Standing with her hands on her hips, brows raised, he felt his heart thump particularly hard against his chest at the sight of her, like it was trying to jump right out and run to its true owner.

“Well, I didn’t want to trouble you, my love.” He offered a smile, propping himself up on his elbows to truly take her in. Dirty leathers, tight braids now loose with hairs pulled free, blowing in the cold morning breeze. Tinted cheeks from the chill, lips pursed to hold in a pout rather than the smile threatening to break free, and he only thickened his own into a charming grin that he was well-aware made her breathing hitch. Her next breath stuttered.

She took a few steps closer, sinking to her knees beside him to properly observe the wound that was now oozing thick, red blood slowly into the ground below. It stung, that was for sure, but all pain seemed to fade away when she was near. Besides, he’d had far worse than this. “You boys, always having all the best fun without me.”

“My apologies, my love. Next time, I’ll be sure we get stabbed together.” She rolled her eyes, and produced a roll of bandages from her pocket, simple and somewhat-crushed from the largely outnumbered fight they’d somehow managed to win, but it would do the trick. Her fingers skated along the edge of his leathers, tugging the top half up until it was around his ribs, and he shifted his weight to one arm, using the other to hold the clothing out of the way. He loved when she worried over him. Biting her lip, working so intensely, everything but him fading away, and he selfishly thrives in those moments. Had he any blood to spare instead of losing it to the frozen ground, he was sure it would be finding other, more fun places to gather in response to her undivided attention, and battle-weary good looks.

“Nothing but a flesh wound.” She concluded, finishing her work up and lowering his leathers gently back down over the bandages to keep them secure. He could have told her that himself, already beginning to feel the tell-tale tingles of his flesh stitching itself back together. He was selfish, though, when it came to her, and he liked it when she fretted over him, took care of him, loved him. So, he had kept the information to himself, as he had done many times before, and would continue to do so. Instead, he groaned, panting a little, and making to look down at it. “Oh, shut it. It’s merely a scratch. So dramatic, my mate.”

Azriel laughed, realising a second too late the impact, and a spike of pain shot up his body from the wound on his on his abdomen. His arms went temporarily weak, his body collapsing back into the ground with a groan, while chuckles still wracked his form despite his pain.

“Will you kiss it all better for me?” He teased, watching her eyes sparkle a little at the game he was playing. She reached out, running a hand through his hair in the way he loved, and he knew she knew it too, leaning a little closer to him.

“Don’t I always?”

[spice-chan]

IDEA. Soulmate AU where Bakugou lashes out at y/n, he goes over the top, and hurts y/n. Through the argument, he’s too caught up in his anger to realize that the string between them has severed in two.

- bumble anon 🐝🍯

Broken dreams and promises.

Soulmate au, where bakugo becomes so accustomed to your unconditional love that he takes it for granted. Word count: 700

Warnings: angst, verbally hurtful things.

Note: Gosh, I haven’t updated in so long. I’m going to try to work on requests and get back to writing again! Thanks for the support despite my inactivity. Heres a lil somethin, sorry if its poorly written

A childish, naive grin marked your face at night as you dreamily moved your pinky, tugging at the string tying you and your soulmate, head fuzzy as though cocooned in cotton candy, hoping the syrupy, yet warm and welcoming feelings could reach your fated one at the end of the string. Sometimes you longingly caressed it, cherished it as if it’s your most prized possession, it was certainly your most precious.

After meeting your fated, however, innocent, unexpectant grins turned to strained smiles. thin, weary, and cautious. You were however persistent enough to maintain them at night, for you were persistent to maintain your soulbond, to one day reach his heart, to sit nestled there comfortably. Hoping his guarded walls would lower to allow you to peek through. To caress the rough ridges and the soft spots, to get to know it all. If only he’d let you.

And eventually, you thought he did.

Like the late-night kitchen runs where you thought you bonded together.

“You like spicy noodles too?” You questioned curiously, somewhat desperate to find a common ground to converse on with your volatile soul mate.

“Tsk, why would I make it if I didn’t like it?” He answered you, arching up a blond brow. You couldn’t help how your heart jackhammered at how pretty he looked even when he was looking at you judgmentally.

“I’m just surprised you got good taste is all. It might be too spicy for you…” you were trying a different approach today.

As if he swallowed a sour plum, he turned to you with a ferocious look, like a threatened bear.

“Haa? You think your soulmate is a loser who can’t handle it?! Dumbass I��ll show you who can’t handle it.”

You two ended using all the chilli in the dorms, unwilling to relent to the other. It was awkward to explain the situation to Kirishima who walked in on you two with flaming faces and snot-filled tissues.

But you let your guard down.

Because you thought this was it.

You didn’t think he’d shred your heart to pieces, not when he had your body close, his arms caging you to him as he cried and shed his pains and sorrows. Not after he let you kiss his tears away and promise to allows be there for him.

Now, here he stood, your other half, with a knife in his hand, stabbing your heart unrelentingly, mercilessly. Did your feelings not reach him? Did he not know that if he were the sun, you’d be willing to burn just to touch him?

“Useless” the word rang in your head like a mantra. Why would such a hurtful thing come from your one true love unprovoked? You didn’t even do anything to warrant such poisonous wrath.

“You keep clinging to me, as if you think I actually want to be with you” all the memories you shared with him became tainted with doubt, did you really mean so little to him? You tried your hardest, so why is it that Bakugou Katsuki is always out of reach? Why is it that he let your fingertips graze him enough that you’d be filled with hope for more?

“I didn’t even want a soulmate, but to be mated to you is humiliating. Go, leave, and don’t speak to me again.” This wasn’t anger. This was bone-chilling, frozen hate. He found it revolting to even be around you. If this is what it means to have a soul mate…then you never want to experience it ever again. You wish you never had a soul mate, never got to know Bakugou Katsuki, only to have him tear your heart like this.

The silky, red ribbon tied at your pinkies slowly strained in the middle, and when you turned away and left, the ribbon no longer stretched infinitely. It tore, and Bakugou looked in horror as the red ribbon that was now more loosely than ever wrapped to his pinky slowly but painfully darkened to pitch black as the end of it laid severed in front of him. Bakugou had single-handedly torn his soul in two, and now there would be a million things left unsaid, even though his mouth never seized its assault on you.

He sank to the floor, red orbs wide in disbelief as they glistened, but Bakugou paid no mind to the tears as he brought the string to him, regretfully caressing what he destroyed. It would be a testament to his hate, but how can that be when he loves you as much as his awkward heart can love?

And for you? Well, childhood filled daydreams of your other half were no more.

[nightglider124]

Maybe it is me but I don’t get the vibe that dickkory’s small convo was flippant on either side (i mean a little on dicks at first cos he be like ViSiOnS dOnT eXiSt) but at the end, Kory was like ‘like you said, to hell with visions’ but she seemed so sad about it like she thinks he won’t accept their shared vision bc he doesn’t want it with her. (We all know he does like duh)

I saw some people annoyed that that is all the conversation was but i think it speaks louder than just what was said. I mentioned it on another post but Brentons acting was real good in that scene bc he seems to really wrestle with what to say and although he just says ‘idk’ i think he feels torn. And they’ve also got much bigger issues than that particular vision at this point. Like we can circle back ya know?

Poor Kory though like the convo with Rachel in the beginning when Rae is like did he not tell you and shes just like no he didnt…

Ugh i want the angst. I am also v curious as to when Kory gets hurt since they’ve left off with Jinx dead (for now).

Other thoughts:

I get now why Lisa posted that stupid ass ig story 😂 bc jinx still be into Dick a little it would seem which back off bitch he has a whole child with Kory on the way so leave 😂 nah but I don’t think that will be explored more - i reckon that is more so a wistful thing on Jinx’s part but nothing will come form or at least i hope nothing does cos lets face it she isnt dead dead ���🏻‍♀️

Very curious how Jason will be appearing this season. It was said he is in Joshua and Teagans livestream a couple weeks ago. Not that i want to see him but im curious how he slots in in this particular season 🤔

MY BABY GAR 😭 he is going through it and when i tell you i was cryING when he grabbed Kory in a hug like i needed a GarKory hug more than I realized. 😭 I am extremely interested in Gar’s whole story this season. I LOVE that he is finally getting more. He seems to forgotten in other seasons and that is a crime. I worry about baby boy but am super happy that its getting explored more.

On the note of Gar, I’m assuming Sebastian or Brother Blood now I suppose was the one to send them to another existence or dimension but Gar went to the red so I am guessing Gar is separated from the team to begin with in part two of the season. I am v excited for part two of the season for multiple reasons.

Connor irked the shit out of me. I get it; tis his Lex side and I completely understand why but the attitude is so grating. Joshua plays it so fucking well but my God every time he spoke I was like stfu 😂😂

Rachel got her powers back and became White Raven!! I was v surprised to see the white dress and cloak but I was like OOOOOH. Her powers are gonna be fierce af in the second half of the season. And talking of powers, Kory’s having gone up to 80% has me NERVOUS. I bet that is how she gets hurt. I fucking bet she supernovas and fucks herself up. Like why else would they mention it?? 👀 i am scared for my fave in second part. 😭

Tim and Bernard are cute. Like it was sweet when they had that litte scene. And omg when Tim was like we kissed to the team, Kory had like a lil smirk on as did some of the others and Dicks like oh big night for everyone then - loved it.

Jinx may annoy me cos of the whole Dick history and clearly being into him still but she really does have me giggling. When she got stabbed i was like aw gurl ya took too long with taunting her frozen self 🙄 but I appreciated in the RV when she was like ‘i could take her out, fucking nut her’ feels so fucking British and I greatly appreciated it. I literally hear people talk like that all the time so I enjoyed that part 👀😂

I can’t think of much else now but I liked the episode. Wasn’t the absolute best imo but it will tide me over til second part of the season which I hope is sooner rather than later- anyone know when it’s meant to be returning??

[shmaptainwrites]

Secrets in Seattle [Aaron Hotchner]

Pairings: Aaron Hotchner x fem!Reader

Characters: Aaron Hotchner, David Rossi, Emily Prentiss, Jennifer "JJ" Jareau, Derek Morgan, Penelope Garcia, Spencer Reid, Gabriel (OC), Marigold Hotchner (OC)

Words: 13K

Summary: The team gets the smallest glimpse into Hotch's personal life and wants to dig more to find out what happened before they all got there.

Warnings: angst angst angst, main character death, death of an infant, blood, injury, stabbing, hospitals, terminal illness, hurt mild comfort, implied smut

A/N: Okay remember that really angsty fic I was telling you guys about? Well this is it and it is way longer than I expected it to be and I tried my very best with the warnings so I hope I covered everything, but otherwise for those who choose to read prepare to have your heart broken [Also a very special thanks to Jor and Lene who were helping me whenever I got a lil stuck I love you both mwauh]

Hotch never spoke of his personal life at work, it was something the rest of the BAU had accepted.

Aside from the occasional dinner outing and drinks with the rest of them they didn’t really know what he did.

Most of them gathered Rossi probably had the best idea out of all of them, but in reality, all he knew for sure was that Hotch was alone.

He woke up in the morning in a bed next to no one and went to sleep at night the same way.

They had tried asking him about dating once, even about setting him up with someone.

The idea was shot down faster than an unsub with his finger on the trigger.

But every now and again they would see him slip out of the office in the middle of the work day and come back maybe even gloomier than he was before he left.

No one ever knew where he went out to until one day just the most minute slip of the tongue told them otherwise.

“I have to go to the cemetery today,” he told Rossi, Emily, JJ, and Penelope.

They could almost visibly see the way he tensed when the words left his mouth. He wished he could have taken them back, replaced them with something else but it was too late.

“The cemetery?” Rossi asked.

“Yes,” Hotch answered simply. “I’ll be back in an hour, call me if a case comes in,”

He left like that, not another word before grabbing his keys and heading out of the office in Quantico.

“Why does he have to go to the cemetery?” Emily asked, looking more at Rossi.

“Beats me, he’s never talked about it before,”

“You think that’s why he’s always so sad when he goes out?” Penelope asked, her empathy always shining through. “Is he visiting his father’s resting place?”

“No,” Rossi knew that one for sure. “He doesn’t go there,”

“Who says we can’t find out?” Emily said but it wasn’t so much of a question as a statement because they all knew where she was going with it. She grabbed her own keys just as JJ gave her a warning,

“Em, Hotch is private for a reason, maybe we should just leave him alone,”

“Well how is it fair he knows so much about us and we know barely anything about him?” she asked. When no answer was received she nodded her head. “See that’s what I thought, it’s about time we knew something about him,”

Only thing was, even after following him to the cemetery, seeing him sit on the grass, replacing flowers in a small vase and leaving a tiny kiss chocolate on top of the headstone, she still had no more answers than she did before, only questions.

The name on the grave, for one, was unfamiliar.

(Y/N) (L/N).

She’d never heard it in her life.

Figuring it was maybe from an old BAU case on the way back she curiously called Penelope to see if she could help.

“Can you run the name (Y/N) (L/N) through our database? See if anything pops up?”

“You know I can, but what is this for?” she inquired back. Already having a good feeling what it was.

“Just a case I’m working on,” Emily lied.

If nothing showed up in Penelope’s search, maybe Rossi could be of some help. The name could have at least sounded familiar.

Penelope didn’t press, a part of her was probably more curious than she wished to admit so she just went with it.

After Emily hung up she called Rossi.

“Don’t tell me this is about Aaron,”

“Rossi come on you can’t tell me you’re not curious,”

The man sighed and Emily could practically see him pinch the bridge of his nose.

“What do you need, Emily?”

“Do you know someone named (Y/N) (L/N)?” she asked and there was silence on the other end of the line while Rossi thought long and hard.

“The name sounds familiar,” he finally said. “But I wouldn’t be able to tell you from where,”

“Alright, thanks anyways,”

“Don’t snoop too much Emily. He’ll tell us when he’s ready,”

“You can hope for that all you want Rossi but we both know that’s not going to happen,”

Emily wasn’t entirely sure why she was so invested in finding out who this person was, but it was clear she meant something to Hotch, she was someone important to him and he was constantly telling the team that they were important to him too. So if they were, why was he so secretive?

It wasn’t long before Derek and Spencer were also made aware of Hotch’s slip up and curiosity got the better of all of them.

After days of going through the system Penelope came back to inform them that there was no information on a (Y/N) (L/N) in the BAU’s database, so not a victim…maybe. They couldn’t rule out anything just yet.

But it seemed since all of them were so hyper-focused on whatever Hotch was doing, small things they never seemed to notice would come through.

The first thing was spotted by JJ. They were on the jet after a long, hard, and arduous case and she noticed Hotch going to sit off to the side, when he was sure no one was around him he pulled something out of his pocket. A necklace with an oval pendant, it looked like it maybe could have been a locket.

He fiddled with it for a little while before putting it back and she didn’t think much more of it.

But when she saw the necklace make another appearance, only this time in the middle of a case while they were dealing with a family annihilator.

This time he opened it, standing behind the evidence board, his thumb gently running along the side of the pendant while he looked at the photo.

When he closed the locket and looked back up his eyes locked with JJ’s. They both froze, looking at each other, Hotch’s brows furrowing deeper than before until she looked away.

She told Rossi and Emily later that night and suddenly the locket seemed to pop up everywhere.

—

Hotch didn’t trust many people to go into his office alone but Derek seemed to be one of the exceptions. If he was busy and couldn’t go and grab something himself, often he would send the younger man in his place.

“The middle drawer on the right,” he had said. “Top file underneath the books,”

Only sometimes Derek’s brian worked a thousand miles a minute and the directions became jumbled and he only retained a small piece instead of the whole.

So walking into the Unit Chief’s office he went behind his desk and looked at both drawers. Was it middle right? Or left?

He started with the left and the second he opened it, he knew it was the wrong one.

But he was so surprised all he could do was stare at the sparkling rings in front of him.

They looked polished and hardly worn. One simple gold band, obviously for a man, and another elegant ring, but instead of a diamond in the center there was a neatly rounded opal stone and smaller diamonds encrusted along either side of the ring.

He closed the drawer before Hotch came back, inquiring what was holding him up.

He covered up with a quick white lie about running into Penelope.

Truth was, he would be making a stop to her office on the way back. And so would Emily, Rossi, JJ, and Spencer.

—

Sometimes Rossi felt as if he was the only one who respected privacy anymore. He only stuck around to make sure he could stop something before it got out of hand and he vowed that if he came across any information it would go with him to the grave. He knew what it was like to want to have secrets. To keep things to oneself because memories were either too painful or were better just left alone.

And if Hotch had known what was going through his head, he would have been happy that Rossi was the one to find him on November 14th.

It was late and Rossi had thought everyone in the building had already left, but when he came out he could see the light of a lamp in Hotch’s office.

There was no curious intention when he walked into the room, only wanting to make sure his friend was alright.

Walking in, it was clear he was anything but.

Hotch sat at his desk, the bottle of whiskey he normally kept tucked in his cabinet for either a celebration after a good case or just needing to forget a bad one, placed slightly off to the side. The cup next to him was filled, recently Rossi assumed, and right in front of him, he held a stuffed bear. The cute cuddly kind every kid grew up with. But this bear was clothed in a pretty purple dress, with sparkly frilly ends on the skirt. And he just stared at it.

He knew Rossi was standing there, he knew very well someone was watching, but he couldn’t pull away. He didn’t have the energy, he was just so tired of it all.

So Rossi just quietly pulled up a chair next to his friend, leaning forward slightly to look at him.

“How long?” he whispered.

Hotch swallowed the lump in his throat before taking in a shaky breath and looking at Rossi.

“What?”

“How long has it been?” he asked, motioning to the bear in his hands.

He squeezed his eyes shut and Rossi could see him squeeze the bear so tightly his knuckles went white.

“T-Ten,” he said, his voice breaking, tears escaping his eyes as his shoulders started to shake. “T-Ten years,”

That was all it took for him to break. Everything spilled over, ten years of pain unbottled, the thing he never spoke about around others, but it was possible the alcohol was loosening his tongue.

His shoulders shook with sobs while Rossi wrapped his arms around his friend allowing him that solace that came with even a small embrace. He knew all too well what it felt like to lose a child. It was a piece of yourself you would never get back.

When his sobs died down, eyes still red and watering, he looked at the bear in his hands again.

His hands traced the words on the fabric of the dress, they read Daddy’s Little Girl.

“I was so excited,” he whispered. “Before she was born I-I was just out for groceries,” he started to share, his eyes never leaving those of the bear. “I saw this on the rack and I was so happy I didn’t even check the size,” he chuckled slightly to himself. “It was for 11-12 months, so I held onto it s-so she could wear it when she was big enough,”

Only now did Rossi speak up once more,

“Is it her birthday today?”

Hotch nodded, wiping a few more tears from his eyes.

“It’s hard grieving alone,” Rossi said gently. “Do you want to tell me her name so we can remember her together?”

Hotch wasn’t sure if he could say it, it had been so long since the name had passed through his lips he was worried the same pain would split through his heart as the last time he said it. But it had been ten years. It was time she had someone else to miss her.

“Marigold,” he whispered. “Her mom picked it,”

“That’s a beautiful name,”

And indeed it was. A beautiful name for a beautiful girl.

—

Rossi never brought up that night with anyone, preferring instead to keep it to himself, and it was clear Hotch noticed and was thankful, he showed it in his own little way too.

But it wasn’t long before one last thing was found that couldn’t be left unaddressed.

It was the start of a very long flight back home and Spencer had taken a seat next to the window while Hotch had been in the aisle seat, leaving for a moment to go to the washroom.

His wallet was left on the table in front of him, a paper sticking out from underneath and was blown slightly by the AC.

Spencer noticed this and thinking it was money went to take it and tuck it back in the wallet. He pulled the paper and as soon and it was untucked from the wallet he realized it wasn’t cash after all. Instead, he saw a picture of a younger Hotch, face beaming with joy while he held a newborn baby in his arms, a woman standing behind him, her hands on his shoulders and her smile just as wide as his.

Emily was the first to notice Spencer staring at the photo and came over to see what he had found, her eyes going wide when she saw what it was.

The rest of the team followed shortly afterwards, including Penelope who had been with them this case, and Hotch exited the bathroom confused as to why everyone had congregated around the young doctor.

“Why are you guys all gathered…oh,”

Spencer was the first to look up an apology right on the top of his tongue but Hotch stopped him.

So silently, he handed him the picture and Hotch took a quiet moment to himself, just looking at his family.

“Who are they?” Derek asked.

“My wife and daughter,” he answered quietly, but flinched when the words left his mouth. He never did end up getting the chance to marry you. “Fiancée,” he corrected. “We didn’t get married,”

And no one was surprised when Emily asked the million-dollar question,

“What happened to them?”

It was a good thing they had a long flight ahead of them.

—

“Victim’s from out of state so we have to take this one,” Gabriel looked up at his boss, passing him a small police file.

“Who found the body?” Hotch asked, looking over the papers.

“Friend of the vic, crime scene is her home,”

“You see if you can notify the family, I’ll go over to the crime scene, talk to the friend,” he instructed. “You know her name?”

“Yeah, (Y/N) something,” Gabriel pulled out his notebook and referred to it before correcting himself. “(Y/N) (L/N), that’s it,”

“Alright, tell Gonzales, Robinson, and Clarkson we have a case, they’ll work it with us,”

“You got it boss,”

Hotch grabbed the keys to one of the government SUVs and headed down to the parking garage.

Most of the time he appreciated having his team with him, but something told him that it was good he was going to be alone. Just a gut feeling.

When he reached the home some uniformed officers were already waiting there and trying to speak to you to no avail. You were still in shock, you needed time and space, neither of which they were giving you.

Hotch quickly jumped out of the car and jogged to the porch, flashing his badge and with a nod of his head, letting them know he’d take it from here.

You had your head in your hands, a pile of crumpled tissues between you, but you still recognized the additional presence.

You felt him leave for a short moment before coming back, along with a small thump next to you.

You looked up and saw a garbage can in front of you, no doubt for the tissues and sitting opposite you wasn’t one of the officers from before.

He gave you a moment to throw out your tissues and compose yourself before introducing himself as Agent Hotchner.

“I’m very sorry for your loss Miss (L/N), I can’t possibly begin to imagine what you’re going through,”

You hoped it wasn’t false sympathy, you had enough to deal with.

“What do you want, Agent Hotchner?” you asked him quite sharply, but still with a sniffle. “Everyone wants something,”

“Right now,” he started. “I want to make sure you’re feeling okay and then I’d like to see if I could ask you some questions about what happened so we can find out who did this to your friend,”

You looked up at him properly, only now taking in his features. He had the hardened look of a law enforcement officer, but the softness in his coffee coloured brown eyes was unmistakable.

“It might take a little bit…I hope you have time,”

“As much as you need,” he nodded, reaching over and offering you a tissue from the box which you took.

And he sat with you in silence while you mourned your friend, while you ran through every possibility wondering why it had to be her, how if you had just been even a little more careful, maybe this would have never happened.

Friends were supposed to look out for each other, but last night you failed to do that.

“I’m not too sure how I can be of any help,” you told him truthfully. “I was um…we were at a bar, drinking, and she came home early without me,”

“Did she take a car?” Hotch asked.

“N-No, she walked,” you told him. “The bar was close to here,”

“Why did she want to leave earlier than you?” Hotch asked. “Did you fight? Argue?”

“No, no,” you shook your head. “She was just tired and I wasn’t ready to go home yet,”

“And you didn’t see her leave with anyone?”

“No,” but you paused a minute to amend your answer. “I-I don’t think I did,”

“This is all very helpful, I have some agents waiting for an assignment so I’ll go get them to ask around the bar a bit,”

“Is it too much to ask to keep me updated?” you inquired.

“I will when I can,” he nodded. “And if you think you can remember anything else or need something,” he pulled out his card and handed it to you. “Don’t hesitate to call,”

You twiddled with the card between your fingers.

Agent Aaron Hotchner.

You thought the name suited him. A nice name for a nice man.

“Thank you,” you said. “A-And I’m not entirely sure where I’m supposed to stay now,”

“I’ll help you get set up in a hotel,” he assured. “Some of the techs will drop off some of your things in a bag for you later,”

“O-Okay,”

He stood up and you followed him, all the way to his car where he opened the door for you and helped you inside the large SUV.

The drive was spent in a mostly comfortable silence, the radio playing quietly in the background until he spoke up.

“Do you have someone you can be with?” he asked. “Someone you can call that can support you?”

You shook your head and stared out of the window, Seattle’s suburbs were nice but not nice enough to distract you apparently.

“No, I’m alone,”

When you said it like that you almost cringed at yourself. It sounded so pathetic.

“I mean umm…” you took a small breath in before continuing. “My mom and dad passed away when I was young and I don’t speak with my sister. I just moved here recently so I haven’t had much of a chance to get connected I guess,”

“Where did you move from?” he asked gently.

“California,” you said.

He nodded his head, his eyes still focused on the road in front of him.

“I moved here a while back too,” he said after a brief silence. “Maybe a year? Year and a half ago,” he shrugged. “It’s hard readjusting, but it’ll happen before you know it,”

“Thanks…I think,” you said, your eyebrows furrowed slightly as you looked up at him once more.

Silence filled the air once more as he pulled up into a small motel parking lot further in the city.

“I hope you don’t mind staying here, it’s just closer to the office in case you need anything,”

“No, it’s fine,” you assured.

“Keep your receipts and the bureau will be sure to reimburse you for however long you’re staying here,”

“Alright,” you nodded. “I’ll be sure to call you if I remember anything,”

“Day or night Miss (L/N), I’ll be up,”

“(Y/N),” you corrected. “Call me (Y/N), please,”

“(Y/N),” his lips couldn’t fight back the small smile that came across them. “That’s a very beautiful name,”

“Thank you, I-uh I picked it myself,” you chuckled lightly.

“Y-You did?” he asked and you nodded with a shrug, opening the car door.

“Maybe I’ll tell you about it sometime,”

And before he could answer the door was shut behind you and you walked towards the reception to book yourself a room.

—

A night or so later, the case was coming to more or less of a standstill and that was never a good thing. Hotch was taking more late nights just to try and get any sliver of information from someone but nobody could tell him anything. It was like your friend had been killed by a ghost.

He hadn’t heard from you since that first day and didn’t have any reason to go back and follow up just yet.

But when he was least expecting it, a call rang through on his work phone, it was maybe just past one o’clock in the morning and he wondered who in the world had any information for him this late at night.

But as per usual he picked up the phone without any hesitation, reciting his usual answer of,

“Hotchner,”

“A-Agent Hotchner? This is (Y/N). (Y/N) (L/N),”

“(Y/N),” he practically breathed. “Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, fine,” you sniffed and he could tell you were hiding something. “Everything’s fine,”

“Then why did you call?”

It was your turn to be silent now. When after a minute or so you didn’t answer, Hotch glanced over at his watch before sighing deeply. It wasn’t like him to go against protocol, but he couldn’t just leave you like that.

“Ice cream or pizza?” he asked.

“W-What?”

Saying you were confused would be putting it lightly.

“Which one do you want?” he asked. “Ice cream or pizza?”

If he had been standing in front of you he would have seen the small smile just peeking past a frown and he would have melted because that thing he couldn’t quite place? It may have been feeling a little stronger for someone than he should have.

“Ice cream,” you answered.

“I’ll be there in ten minutes,”

He grabbed his keys and kept telling himself he was just trying to make sure there was trust between you two, in case you had any more information on the case that could get the ball rolling, but deep down he knew it was more, something else.

True to his word he was outside your room at the motel in less than ten minutes two pints of ice cream in hand.

Before he could knock twice the door was open and you stood on the other side, dressed in your most comfortable clothes you had on hand, an old pair of college sweats along with a quarter zip sweater, while he was still dressed in his work suit. Although his tie was loosened and the top button of his dress shirt was undone.

“I-I wasn’t sure what flavour you liked,” he expressed. “So um I hope chocolate and vanilla are okay,”

“Actually,” you sucked in some air through your teeth. “I’m more of a strawberry girl,”

Hotch was about to open his mouth with an apology, but you gave him a light laugh,

“I’m kidding,” you assured him. “Coping mechanism, just ignore it,”

You opened the door wider and allowed him to come inside, setting the ice cream down on the small table they had in the room. There were two chairs seated somewhat closely to each other and he took the left side while you took the right, reaching over to grab the chocolate ice cream first.

“Last time we saw each other you mentioned something about your name,” he opened with, easing into a conversation.

“I’m surprised you remember,” you admitted.

“Part of the job I guess,” he shrugged. “So you picked it yourself?”

You nodded your head.

“I never liked the name I grew up with, I don’t know why, maybe it just reminded me of my parents who were gone and I wanted a fresh start. So when I turned eighteen I changed it,”

“Huh,” he hummed. It was interesting, but he couldn’t deny the name you had picked suited you.

There was a slightly awkward silence between you before he spoke up again.

“So are you going to tell me what’s bothering you?” he asked, taking the other pint of ice cream from the bag. There was a pause before you responded.

“You ever get that gut feeling that something bad’s going to happen?” you asked him, but didn’t really wait for an answer. “I had one of those the night Nina died,”

So that’s what was upsetting you.

“And I can’t seem to shake that feeling that if I had told her something, either convinced her to stay longer o-or gone home with her, maybe this wouldn’t have happened,” you explained. “I can’t imagine what her parents think of me now…”

“I’m sure they’re worried about you too,” Hotch offered, but it was a cold comfort.

“You’re just saying that,” you whispered, your spoon twirling in the small ice cream bucket.

“Maybe I am, but I don’t think it’s fair you're blaming yourself for something you had no control over,”

“No control-,”

“Just wait,” he interrupted. “Look I’ve been with the FBI for maybe six years now, and before that I was a federal prosecutor,” he explained. “So in my professional experience, if you had gone back with her you wouldn’t be sitting here with me right now,” he said in a kind, but firm tone. “And from what I’ve heard from Nina’s parents she was stubborn, there was no way you would have convinced her to stay later if she didn’t want to,”

“And how does it make it any better if I’m dead or alive,” you turned and asked him. “I haven’t made a difference to anyone,”

“To anyone you know of,” he said. “I’ve only known you a few days and I’d be upset if you died,”

“Would you?” you raised an incredulous brow.

He nodded his head, placing a spoon of vanilla ice cream in his mouth before passing you the pint and asking to switch to which you obliged.

“A-And I’m not just saying that,” he explained, “I guess I just have a good feeling about you, it would be a shame for the world to lose that,”

You stared at the man in front of you with such curiosity. You had absolutely no idea why he had come at your request, why did he deem you a person worthy of his time. Surely he was busy with work, he was at the office until one in the morning and yet he dropped everything to come and sit with you, talk you down. And he was so patient, you knew you had a tendency to blame yourself and sometimes it just took some firm assurance, sometimes it took something more. But even after all that, here he was, sitting next to you, not in the least bit frustrated, there were less and less people like that in the world. You just counted your blessings that you got lucky and one was sitting right next to you.

“Agent Hotchner-,”

“Aaron,” he corrected you this time, removing whatever superficial professional boundary was left between you.

“Aaron,” you repeated. “A-Are you ever scared?” you asked just above a whisper.

“All the time,” it was so brutally honest it almost took you aback. He could have covered it up with an easy no and that would have been the end of it, but he said three words making himself so vulnerable to you, you couldn’t help but carefully reach your hand over to hold his over the table. “But it’s what keeps you awake, on your toes,” he explained. “I wouldn’t want to not be scared, I-I think it makes me a better agent. A better person, so I can help other people who need it more,”

But he knew there was a difference between you both. You were on one side, a side he wished he would never have to be on. Watching his loved ones hurt at the hands of someone else, taken away from their family and friends before their time. But he was on the safe side. He could distance himself from a case as much as he needed, but you were right in the middle of it.

“Is that why you’re here?” you asked quietly. “A-Am I just another person you’re helping?”

“No,” he breathed, “Not at all,”

“Then what am I?”

“I-,” he stopped himself, but you moved closer, your hand shakily reaching to his cheek, turning his face so he would look into your eyes.

“Aaron,” your voice was so quiet and he couldn’t pull his eyes away from you no matter the voice screaming at him to look away.

“(Y/N) I-,”

You cut him off, pulling him in and pressing your lips to his. His voice was muffled by your mouth, but it faded quickly as he held your face in his hands pulling you closer.

You moved, standing, but without parting your lips from his, one leg sliding over his lap until his hands slipped down to your waist, but when he felt your hands running through his hair, it hit him. He couldn’t be doing this. He shouldn’t be doing this.

“(Y/N) wait,” he held your arms, pulling you away and you froze.

“Oh my God I-I shouldn’t have done-I don’t know-,” you stammered, trying to scramble off him, but he held you in place, trying to calm you down.

“Hey, hey,” he said softly, still holding you tight. “Hey look at me, it’s alright,”

You felt so careless, embarrassed and you wanted to shrink into nothing, but he still continued to be careful with you.

“Why don’t you get some rest, okay?” he suggested.

“O-Okay,”

You got up off his lap and moved toward the bed while he closed the two pints of ice cream before putting them in the mini freezer.

“Aaron, I’m sorry,” you said quietly after he made his way to the door.

“Don’t be,” he assured. “I’ll call you if we hear anything else about the case,”

“Thank you,” you pressed your lips together and he gave you a quick nod before leaving the room, his heart beating at 1000 miles a minute.

—

“Ma’am can I help you with something?” an agent asked after you walked into the Seattle field office.

“Y-Yes I’m looking for Agent Hotchner,” you said.

“I’m afraid he’s busy right now. Can you wait? If not I can take a message for him,”

“No I can wait,” you nodded.

“Come on then, let me find you a seat,” the agent offered and you followed her through to the main office where she sat you down at a small table.

You glanced around at the office, noticing how everything was hyper-organized and after a quick look behind you, you saw Aaron in his office, speaking with a few other agents for a few more moments before packing up his things and taking a look outside, his eyes locking with yours for a brief moment before he put his things down and came out to see you.

“(Y/N), what are you doing here?” he asked, in a quiet curious way, no frustration in his voice whatsoever.

“I-I know what happened last night-it shouldn’t have happened,” you whispered. “B-But I remembered something,”

“You did?” he looked surprised, like he wasn’t expecting your memory to be jogged like that.

You nodded your head.

“W-We ran into someone, at the bar,” you explained. “He tried to convince Nina to go home with him, but she just wasn’t feeling it I guess,”

“You think it could have been him?”

“There was something off,” you said. “I-I couldn’t pinpoint it but he made me feel uneasy,”

“Do you remember what he looked like?” he inquired.

“Yeah, I got a pretty good look at him,”

“Okay then, I’ll see if we can sit you with a sketch artist. You think you could do that?”

You nodded your head while he placed a hand on your arm.

“I’ll be right back, this will be incredibly helpful,” he admitted.

You worked incredibly closely with the bureau after that. You were their material witness.

When they had suspects they brought in you were always called to try and identify them. It’s not like you had anything better to do, your boss had given you some mandatory time off and you had no better way to spend it.

And when things finally came to a close you weren’t sure how you felt about it. It was a weird feeling like a weight had been lifted from your shoulders paired with a crushing blow to your heart.

Maybe that was because deep down you didn’t think you’d ever get to see Aaron again.

But after the arrest was made, and you had already signed a new lease agreement he was the first person to come knocking at your door, standing quietly on the porch awaiting your answer.

You checked through the peephole first before unlocking the door quickly and opening it wide so you could see him properly and fully.

“Aaron,” his name rolled off your tongue so simply yet he found himself wishing it was the only sound he would ever hear for the rest of his life. “What are you doing here?”

“The case,” he said, he looked a little…jumpy? “It’s over, we arrested the man who killed Nina. He confessed,”

“H-He did?” your eyes were blown wide and your lips fought their way into a smile, something they hadn’t done in so long.

“And it’s because of you,” he added. “The case was at a standstill, we had no leads, everything seemed to vanish into thin air but you… you came forward and that changed. Suddenly we were making connections left and right. You have every reason to be thanked (Y/N),”

“And you came to just tell me this in person?” you asked.

“Yes,” he nodded, “b-but also to give you this,” he added, handing you a small card. “It’s my um, my personal number. If you find yourself needing anything, and I mean anything I don’t want you to hesitate to call me,”

“Anything,” you whispered to yourself, your fingers tracing the straight edges of the card. “I will,” you said quietly.

“Take care of yourself, (Y/N),” he said softly, his hand coming to squeeze your wrist quickly before he turned around to leave and you shut the door.

Your next actions were almost immediate though. You pulled out your phone from your pocket and dialled the number on the card. Waiting one, two rings before he picked up.

“You said anything right?” you breathed.

Aaron stood at the end of the walkway to your porch, the phone pressed to his ear.

“Yes, anything,” he confirmed.

“I need you,”

There was silence on the line, followed by the dial tone and you held your breath until you heard the door click open behind you.

Turning around Aaron stood there, right in your foyer, closing the door behind him before walking up to you in a quick stride, taking your face in his hands and pressing a firm, strong, and needy kiss to your lips.

He kissed you with hunger, like he had been starving himself all this time only to now be allowed to devour you.

“The bedroom,” he said in a low, husky growl. “Where’s the bedroom?”

“Down the hall,” you said, but you didn’t know if he could tell between those words and the other sounds he coaxed out of your throat.

And you could tell that man really wasn’t lying. He’d miss you the most if you were gone.

—

“You know if you couldn’t handle the rain you probably shouldn't have moved to Seattle,” you quipped while you handed Aaron a towel that he used to dry his wet hair.

“I don’t know who told you I don’t like the rain,” he gave you a cheeky look and you chuckled, pulling the towel from his hands while he was still trying to dry his hair. “Hey!”

“I like your hair a little wet, it's cute,” you grinned, pushing yourself up on your toes to press a kiss to his lips. “How was work?And did you get me my-,”

“Kisses?” he asked, lifting up the bag of chocolates. ”Yes but it’ll take you some kisses to get them,”

“Gladly,” you grinned, pressing a series of smooches to his lips before he handed you the bag.

“And work was the same as usual,” he answered and pulled you back for one more. You ran a hand through his wet hair, trying to style it slightly, but in the end just leaving it as a messy mop on his head.

“Come here, I bought you something more comfortable, you’re always wearing those suits and dress shirts,” you said, tugging him towards the living room.

A bag sat on the couch and you pulled a classic Eddie Bauer quarter-zip out of it.

“To match you?” he chuckled and you nodded.

“Come on, I’ll go get changed and we can sit on the couch and rest,”

Aaron couldn’t help it when his face broke into a grin followed by a chuckle.

“I love you, you know that?”

“You remind me every single day. Now go put this on,” you shoved the sweater in his hands before jogging off to your room to get changed.

When you came back out you saw Aaron slipping on the sweater, messing his hair more in the process.

“It fits great, look at that!” you jumped into his arms and he caught you only to fall backwards onto the couch with an oof.

“Is this why you like the rain? These sweaters?” he asked, slipping his hands slightly underneath yours to rest on your waist.

“Maybe,” you hummed. “But the rain is romantic too don’t you think?”

“In what way?” he inquired and you sighed, pressing a kiss to his forehead like he was too young to understand whatever you had to share with him.

“Think about it, we’re stuck inside, nowhere to go. Maybe I could turn a little music on, get us a glass of wine,”

“Just one glass for the both of us or-,”

“Oh shut up,” you laughed before you stopped trying to hold your weight up and let yourself rest against his chest.

Aaron’s work was demanding, he made sure you knew that when you got into the relationship. He ran a whole FBI field office and was constantly in the eye line of the higher-ups for an even bigger promotion. In the beginning it had been a bit of a whirlwind romance, but once things slowed down a bit it gave you a chance to really appreciate what you had together, something that could hopefully stand the test of time.

“Do you like the sweater?” you asked. “Because if you don’t you don’t have to wear it,”

“I love it,” he assured you. “And I love you for thinking of me when you got another one for yourself I’m guessing?”

“That would be correct,” you nodded with a laugh. “But you’ve been in the Pacific Northwest for a while don’t you think it’s time you got a bit of west coast style to take with you wherever you go,”

“I mean Gabriel is trying to petition for casual Fridays at the office,” he hummed and you weren’t at all surprised. That sounded like a very Gabriel thing to do.

“Are you going to give in?”

“I might this time, just means I can say no to the break room cereal bar, seems like a fair deal to me,”

“You’d turn down a cereal bar! Aaron, have I taught you nothing!”

“Well, there was that one thing-,”

“Okay no, you’re not using that against me,” you silenced him before he could continue. “Now are we going to order in or are you going to watch me burn down the kitchen for a second time and lose my security deposit,”

“As much as watching you cook would be entertaining we should probably order in,”

At least you could both definitely agree on that.

“And until it gets here maybe we can try that other thing I taught you,” you said, a sly smirk on your face as you lined a few kisses along his jaw before getting up to call your usual take out place and Aaron made his way towards your room.

It was always nights like these you wished could last forever.

—

“Marigolds? Aaron, what's the occasion?” you chuckled.

He looked more nervous than you’d ever seen him. Wringing his hands after he gave you the flowers, rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet.

“I-I know you said you had something you needed to tell me, but I was hoping maybe I could go first?” he asked and you nodded. Your thing had been a secret for a good week or so, it could wait a little longer.

“(Y/N),” he started, taking your hands in his and looking so deeply into your eyes you thought he might be searching for your soul. “I know we’ve moved kind of fast, the way we started this relationship was far from normal and every step since then has been….different,” he settled on and you nodded, agreeing with him, a small smile coming across your lips. “But I don’t care that it’s different, or unconventional, or whatever the case may be. I um…” he paused and took a deep breath, reached into his pocket and pulled out a ring. “I just know that no matter what I want to spend the rest of my life with you,”

“Aaron,” you gasped softly, looking at the ring he was holding between you. “It’s beautiful,”

“I remembered you said you weren’t a big fan of diamonds,” he mentioned. “But does that mean-,”

“Yes? Absolutely it does,” you grinned, nodding your head and wrapping your arms around his neck, pressing a smacking kiss to his lips that turned into one of those needier, hungry kisses. teeth clashing slightly, his tongue didn’t waste a second to delve into your mouth causing a sigh to escape past your lips while he managed to slip the ring onto your finger.

“And you had something you needed to tell me?” he said and you chuckled,

“Moving on so quickly?”

“I just didn’t want you to forget,” he held you close, your noses brushing against each other and before you knew it his lips were on yours once more, only this time stealing smaller, slower kisses.

“It’s kind of a hard thing to forget,” you hummed.

“Really? How hard to forget?” he asked.

“Let’s just say instead of honeymoon tickets to Paris we’ll be buying formula and diapers,”

That seemed to catch his attention. He paused and looked at you, a hint of a beaming smile coming across his face.

“You’re pregnant?” he asked and you nodded your head, a large smile plastered on your lips. Now it was his turn to offer you a kiss, one of pure bliss and happiness.

He was going to have a wife and a child, a beautiful family to start his life in Seattle. He had a job he loved and everything seemed to be falling into the right place.

“We can plan the wedding for after the baby comes,” he suggested.

“Perfect,” you grinned.

And that’s really what it felt like. Absolute perfection.

—

“Wait, you're having the baby?!” Aaron exclaimed quietly, not really the best place to be having that kind of conversation, in the middle of a budget meeting, but you both knew you were coming close to your due date. It just seemed that this baby wanted her dad to skip out on work. “You’re already at the hospital, who drove you-,? Gabriel? Seriously? No, okay I’m on my way I can’t miss the birth of my first child,”

Aaron hung up his phone and looked over at the rest of the people in the meeting.

“S-Sorry,” he apologized. “My finacée just went into labour,” he pointed to his phone. “I have to go, but all the information is in the PowerPoint,” he assured.

“Don’t look so tense Hotch, you’re having a baby, I think that’s a good enough excuse to miss a budget meeting,” Davies patted him on the back and he smiled.

“Alright, well I guess I’ll see you guys on the other side,”

Unfortunately, it seemed more and more like the other side he needed to get to was blocked by heavy traffic and he cursed himself for not bringing the siren.

And just when he thought it was a lost cause he came to the end of the bottle neck and things cleared up, allowing him to speed to the hospital you were at.

He ran inside without much of a thought, heading straight for one of the rooms before a nurse stopped him.

“Sir,” she said. “Sir what’s going on?”

“My fiancée,” he said, slightly out of breath. “She was going into labour. She said she came here I-,”

“Hotch!”

His head turned at the sound of his name and he looked over to where Gabriel was waving him down.

“Miss, he’s the father, we should get him in the room,”

She nodded her head and they followed him to the room you were in.

“I’m sorry I tried to stay with her but they wouldn’t let me,” he said.

“No it’s alright,” Aaron assured patting his friend on the back, “Thank you for driving her, I don’t think I could’ve gotten there in time,”

“Don’t mention it,” he placed a hand on Aaron’s shoulder, “Now go be with her, dad,”

When Aaron walked into the room your eyes immediately locked with his and your shoulders relaxed.

“Oh thank God,” you cried and he rushed to your side, holding your hand while the doctor instructed you to push.

“I’m so sorry,” Aaron apologized. “I tried to get here as fast as I could but there was traffic on the highway-,”

“Aaron shut up,” you said loudly through gritted teeth and a groan of pain. “You’re daughter’s a real stick in the mud and we all know where she gets that from,”

“Cracking jokes in the middle of labour, is this really the time?” he asked.

“The time is whenever I say it is!” you pushed harder and the doctor encouraged you to go more, the baby was almost there.

Aaron couldn’t help but laugh at your nonsense, pressing a kiss to your sticky forehead.

“I love you,” he whispered. “I know you can do this just a little more,”

His encouragement was followed by the cry of a small baby girl which in turn allowed you to take a deep breath in, then out. It was finally over.

The doctors offered for Aaron to cut the cord which he did, catching a slight glimpse of his daughter before they went to clean her up.

He came back to your side, wiping the beads of sweat off your forehead and pressing so many kisses all over your face.

“(Y/N) you were amazing,”

“I still am amazing,” you frowned playfully at him, the exhaustion clear in your voice, but your sense of humour clearly still intact.

“Yes you are,” he chuckled.

“Mr. and Mrs. Hotchner,” you both looked up and turned your attention to the doctor. “Congratulations, on a happy and healthy daughter,”

He handed you the baby and you curled her up so carefully in your arms, pulling down the swaddled blanket slightly so you could see her little chin.

“Aaron she’s beautiful,” you breathed and he nodded, pressing one more kiss to your cheek.

“Just like her mama,”

You stayed like that for a short while before looking up at Aaron,

“Do you want to hold her?” you asked.

He carefully nodded his head and you handed your newborn daughter over to him.

He clung onto her with certain protection only a father would have over his daughter, his eyes welling up with tears at the sight of her small and adorable features.

“Hi baby,” he chuckled with a small sniff, bouncing slightly to keep her calm and content.

It was easy for you to tell in that moment as he talked quietly to the small girl that he was going to love her with every fibre of his being.

“Mr. and Mrs. Hotchner,” the doctor said once more and you both looked up again. “Have you picked out a name for her yet?”

Aaron looked over at you.

“You pick the first name,” he said. “I can do the middle name,”

“A-Alright,” you nodded. “Marigold then,” you smiled. “Like the flowers you gave me when we got engaged and when I told you I was pregnant,”

Aaron smiled at that, it was perfect.

“And the middle name?”

“Gabriella,” Aaron filled in. “Gabe will never let me live that one down, but you wouldn’t have gotten to the hospital without him,”

“He’ll love it,” you chuckled. “And you talked to him right?” you asked. “About being you know…”

“The godfather?” he asked with a slight chuckle. “Yeah, he went full Marlon Brando for that one,”

Aaron pressed a delicate kiss to his daughter’s head before handing her to you and going out to the waiting room to grab Gabriel.

“It’s alright if I come in?” he asked and Aaron nodded.

“Come meet your goddaughter,” he said, wrapping an arm around his shoulder and leading him into the room.

“Hi Gabe,” you smiled. “Thank you for driving me again, seriously we don’t know what we would have done without you,”

“Don’t mention it,” he nodded. “Seriously, anything for you two,”

He looked over at the tiny girl, a fond smile on his face.

“And we’d like you to meet Marigold,” you introduced. “Marigold Gabriella Hotchner,”

“Gabriella?” he looked up at Aaron.

“Come on I wasn’t going to name her Gabriel,” he teased and the two men shared a small laugh before hugging and you offered for him to hold the baby.

Even though the exhaustion was getting the better of you, you tried to savour the moment and everything about it, because faster than you could blink you knew things would be right back to normal.

—

“Hotch are you okay?” Gabriel asked, his boss and close friend looked deathly pale, something wasn’t right. When there wasn’t a response and just a blank stare he tried again. “Hey, Hotch?”

“He has her,” he whispered.

“Who? Who has who?”

“Chester,” his voice was raw, teetering between anger and anguish. “Chester Nolan,”

“We put him away ages ago,” Gabriel countered.

“He got out,” Aaron explained. “You remember what he said to me at the trial when I testified against him,”

“Hotch no,” Gabriel didn’t want to believe it was try and neither did Aaron, but what he held in his hand said otherwise.

“Gabriel look. He has her,”

It was clear what they had to do next. It was against protocol to do anything else but tell whoever was their superior. But normally running an FBI field office means you are the superior in a close 100-mile radius.

But Aaron made the decision to phone the director. It was a risky move but everyone within the FBI knew who Chester Nolan was. A former agent with a very long revenge list that had Aaron’s name written in blood at the top.

The main reason he was in prison was because of him.

But this was back before he had a soon-to-be wife. A child. A family.

It was when he was just alone and those threats meant I’m going to come take your life away because that’s what means the most to you.

But it was clear he had been watching and knew that didn’t matter anymore. Only you and Marigold.

“Gabe, I have to go home,” he explained. “There are some case files there, I was just going through to catalogue into the digital system, but they should be here now,”

“Alright,” he assured. “You go ahead and take a breather, we can hold down the fort for now,”

He nodded and twiddled your engagement ring between his fingers. He’d have to leave it here, he really didn’t want to but as much as it hurt to say it. It was evidence.

He gave it back to Gabriel before heading off to his car and driving back to your home.

He was on edge. He had seen what Chester had done, the way he made his victims suffered, and above all how he picked them. Families that were already involved in FBI cases.

He was sick to his very core and if he got his hands on you. Well, Aaron didn’t want to think about that.

When he arrived back home, everything seemed quiet and normal, but Aaron knew it wasn’t. He noticed the door creaked slightly ajar and that was enough for him to pull out his gun and keep watch of the exterior before going inside.

Once he was sure it was clear, he climbed up the steps of the front patio, the same steps he ran up when you had told him you needed him, walking past that same door only this time, instead of desire and love, there was only fear behind his eyes.

He came in through the foyer, the place he proposed to you, only to find it streaked with blood.

He wanted to run, scream your name, but if Chester was here he would only hurt you more.

The sweep took what felt like a painfully long time before he came into the last bedroom. The master bedroom.

And when he opened the door he had to stifle a cry that wanted to escape from his throat at the sight of you.

Blood pooling all around the bed, soaking into the white sheets, you were sprawled out, like you couldn’t move, but when he saw your eyes slowly blink, he came closer, your name almost caught in his throat.

“(Y/N) sweetheart?”

“Aaron?” you croaked.

He nodded rushing over to your side only now his instincts kicking in to find the bleeding and try and stop it.

“Hey beautiful, I’m right here,” he sniffed, and you could see the tears streaming down his face.

“Aaron I can't feel my legs,” your voice shook and trembled and he choked back a sob.

“Just hold on for me okay? I’m going to call for help,”

He used one hand to pull out his phone after tying some sheets around your midsection like a makeshift tourniquet.

The operator came on immediately and Aaron knew what he had to say, he had done this penalty of times before.

“This is SSA Aaron Hotchner with the FBI, I need a medical team to 1354 Yarrow Point Road in Bellevue,”

“Sir, what are the injuries?”

“Multiple stab wounds,” he said, trying to make his voice sound steady. “The suspect hasn’t been apprehended and is still on the run,”

“Help is on the way sir, hang tight,”

The only thing was he didn’t know how much longer you could hold on.

“(Y/N), (Y/N), look at me,” he held your cheek with a bloodied hand, “Look at me, stay with me okay? Stay strong, I know you. I know you can do this,”

“Aaron,” your voice was tired, peaceful, and scariest of all, it was ready. “Aaron take care of…” you closed your eyes for what felt like an eternity before opening them again, a shaky breath leaving your lips. “Take care of Mary, okay?”

“I will, but I’m taking care of her with you,” he insisted. “You’re not giving up (Y/N), you can’t,”

He was begging now, tears streaming fully down his face as he hunched over you, his forehead pressed to your own, not caring that your blood-stained everything on and around him.

You mustered whatever strength you could to lift your head slightly, pressing a few kisses to his cheeks, across his nose, faltering slightly when you came to his lips, tears of your own mixing with his and your metallic blood.

He could taste it, taste it when you kissed him. The way it coated your mouth, your teeth, just past your lips.

“I love you,” you whispered. “And you’re gonna be fine without me,”

Without you.

No, no he wasn’t.

“N-No,” he sobbed. “No I can't (Y/N), I can't do this without you please just hold on a little longer,”

“Aaron I love you,”

“(Y/N)-,”

“Aaron I love you,”

He choked on his tears again, squeezing you so tight.

“I l-love you too,”

Your eyes fluttered closed with the faintest smile and suddenly, Aaron couldn’t feel your small breaths against his cheek anymore.

It felt as if his whole world had shattered, crumbling right in front of him as you laid dead in his arms.

He wasn’t sure how long it had been when the ambulance finally pulled up.

He didn’t know how long it had been when Gabriel came and carefully pulled him away from you.

He didn’t know how long it had been when he picked himself up and walked over to the cot where his infant daughter, only seven months old, was just waking up, wanting to be held.

He carefully scooped her out of her bed, looking back down on her innocent little face with the weight of the world on his shoulders.

Marigold let out a small cry and his heart clenched even more if possible, holding her up a little higher so he could press a kiss to her forehead.

“Shh Mary it’s okay, it’s okay,” he hushed, fresh tears starting to spill out again, covering the tracks of the dried ones. “I’m here, dad’s here, i-it’s okay,”

He wasn’t sure when his assurances turned into shaky cries again, but when they did, Gabriel was right at his side, taking Marigold into his own arms before allowing Aaron a shoulder to cry on.

He held back tears of his own, you had been like a sister, Aaron like a brother, and now his family was hurting.

And just like that Aaron thought his whole world fell apart. It was a shame he didn’t know he hadn’t hit rock bottom yet.

—

“You have that appointment for Mary today,” Gabriel reminded him. “Do you want me to go with you?”

“No it’s fine,” Aaron shook his head, packing up the last of his things in boxes. “They just,” he waved his hand around. “Ran some tests it should be fine,”

“Okay, I can stay and pack the rest of the silverware then,” he said. “And before you say anything I’ve already taken a couple of weeks off. I’m coming with you to Virginia. I’ll help you settle in,”

“Gabe, I’m from Virginia there’s no settling in needed,” he insisted.

“Yes, but if you won’t let me be there for you let me be there for (Y/N),”

The move had happened so quickly Aaron barely had a chance to blink an eye after your death. They transferred him to Virginia, his home state, just as the morgue asked what burial plans he had for you. He couldn’t leave you in Seattle, it was still a city where you barely knew anyone. It wouldn’t be fair. At least in Virginia, you would have him. He would visit you, take Marigold as she got older.

Aaron only silently nodded his head before moving over to the small play mat they had set up for Marigold, picking her up and buckling her into her car seat, which she didn’t like very much.

“I know, my love,” Aaron whispered. “But it’s only a short ride okay, I promise,”

His voice seemed to calm her slightly, the whines turning into soft sniffles while he picked up the seat and went to head out to the car, saying a quick goodbye to Gabriel.

Like he promised his young daughter the ride was short and he took her out of the seat as soon as he could before walking into the office, cradling her in his arms like she was still a newborn, but she liked being held like that. It was how you always held her.

The waiting room was stuffy, bland, reminding him of how he had to spend countless hours in places like these waiting for his father to be done with his appointments. He hated every minute of it, being forced to stand around for a man who had done nothing but berate and abuse him, his brother, and his mother.

The voice of one of the receptionists snapped him out of his daze when he heard his daughter’s name called out.

“Oh she’s such a cutie,” the receptionist smiled. “How old is she?”

“Seven and a half months,” he gave her a polite smile despite the continued feeling of emptiness inside him. The whole world didn’t need to know he was a broken man.

When he entered the pediatrician’s office, she was already there going through some files but lifted her head to give Aaron a sympathetic smile as he entered.

“Mr. Hotchner, thanks for coming in for this,”

“Of course,” he nodded. “Y-You said the test results came in?” he asked, taking a seat. If he was perfectly honest he hadn’t remembered what the test was for, that was something you had taken Marigold in for just weeks prior.

“Yes sir, and I um-,”

Before she could even finish her sentence he knew something was coming. Something he didn’t want to hear. And as she spoke it was like all of his worst fears were realized in the span of a week.

She spoke calmly and softly but Aaron was having a hard time processing the words she was saying. It was like they were floating around in the air but he couldn’t reach out and grab them and make them stick in his mind that his little girl was sick. Really sick.

“I was told you’re moving to Virginia,” she said and he nodded slowly, swallowing thickly.

“In a few days,”

“I know some great Virginian pediatricians who are specialists in this field, I can write you a referral to one of them so you can take Marigold once you’re settled. Really, I’d recommend as soon as you can,”

Aaron nodded his head carefully.

“D-Do you know what happened?” he asked. “How she…got sick?”

“It could have been a number of things, but I’m afraid it’s not something we can pinpoint,” she explained. “But I know a lot of parents with kids this young who get sick tend to blame themselves and I want to assure you that none of this is ever anyone’s fault,”

He may have nodded but that didn’t mean he believed her.

“It’s biology Mr. Hotchner. You can’t control how it comes up, I can't control it either, but we can try and make it better for her,”

“Of course,” he said quietly. “I um-I have to head back, we’re shipping some stuff out tonight early tomorrow, and Marigold gets fussy if she doesn’t eat by five. Y-You’ll email me the address. To the pediatric office?”

“I’ll do it right now,” she nodded. “I’ll even let him know myself to give you a call,”

“Thank you,”

He stood up and as he left the office Marigold giggled, reaching up to grab the zipper of his sweatshirt before attempting to put it in her mouth.

“Mary,” he sighed, moving the zipper out of her hands but she only reached for his finger, putting it in her mouth instead.

Aaron stood still for a moment just outside of his car, looking down at the baby in his arms.

She chewed contently on his finger, she only had one small tooth poking out of her bottom gums, but it didn’t hurt when she bit down on them, the tooth was too small for that.

But the time came where he had to put her back into the car seat and she whined when he pulled away, but he wanted to go back to Gabriel’s home and hold her.

“Everything went okay?” Gabriel asked as soon as Aaron stepped back inside with Marigold in his arms.

Aaron opened his mouth but just shook his head.

“Hotch what happened?”

He explained to Gabriel what the doctor had told him, including that they were already arranging to see a specialist in Virginia.

“Is she…Is she gonna be okay?” his voice was quiet, almost like he didn’t dare ask the question, but he had to. It was his goddaughter.

Aaron pressed his lips together. He wanted to say yes, he wanted to tell him that it was possible to beat whatever this was, but the truth was that in reality, you could never know. He didn’t know. And the only thought running through his mind was that he was going to lose his only reason to live. He was going to lose his daughter right after he lost you.

“I-I don’t know,” he finally admitted. “I just want to hold her for a while,” his voice was soft, quiet. “I don’t know what else to do for her,”

Gabriel nodded and let Aaron walk over to the room he was staying in. He placed Marigold down on the bed and climbed in next to her, gently rubbing the back of his fingers up and down her small chubby arm while she played with the sheets.

Aaron wasn’t sure when the tears had started to fall, but these days he just let them come. He owed himself that much.

It seemed the small girl noticed his tears and reached out her hand, placing it on his cheek as the tears kept coming down, stronger and stronger until his vision was blurred by the water in his eyes.

Marigold was all he had left of you, and from the moment she came into this world she had been the light of his life. Just the mere thought that something could happen, had happened, to her was devastating.

“I promised your mama I would take care of you,” he whispered. “I don’t feel like I’m doing a really good job,”

She babbled something, just jibberish, but she was still trying to communicate. He wondered what she would say if she could speak to him.

“I love you, sweet girl,” he moved her hand from his cheek and pressed a kiss against her small fingers. “To the moon and back,”

—

When Aaron moved to Virginia it felt like he lived more at the hospital than his own home.

He had taken an indefinite leave of absence from work; there was no way in the world he, or anyone for that matter, could juggle both.

The amount of medical jargon he heard day in and day out was enough to make his ears bleed, he couldn’t even tell how much of it he registered.

It made him feel like a terrible father, no matter how many times a day Gabriel called him and told him otherwise. All he could do was sit and stare as his daughter laid down in a small cot, tubes, far too large, coming out of her arms and one wrapped around under her nose to help her breathe.

It seemed after he moved things just got worse and worse and worse.

He wasn’t sure how many times he had fallen asleep in the chair next to her small bed, just letting her hold his finger, spending every moment possible as close as he could to her.

And sometimes your voice would pop up in his head and say things like,

“Aaron, remember when I told you about skin-on-skin contact? It’s good for the baby, maybe it’ll make her more comfortable,”

And the second it came to his mind he didn’t waste a second, no matter the late hour, carefully unbuttoning his dress shirt and holding his sleeping daughter up against his bare chest while he listed to her heavy and laboured breathing.

He remembered what the doctor had said when she was born.

“A healthy baby,”

He wouldn’t be saying that if he saw her now.

And the amount that Gabriel called and checked up on him, Aaron thought he was going to uproot his whole life in Seattle and come move to Virginia.

He tried to ignore it each time the doctors whispered. He knew she was getting worse. It didn’t matter, none of the special treatments they’d done were doing anything to help her, she was just a baby and she was exhausted.

Aaron could tell just by the way she yawned, the way she only wanted to stay in his arms. The way she cried and wouldn’t stop no matter what because Aaron knew she was calling for you. She missed you as much as he did.

But you couldn’t hold her so he did his best to substitute.

The times where his heart would stop was when they had to take her away, to another room, to another wing. He didn’t like being separated from her, but if there was an emergency it was bound to happen. And they seemed to be happening more often these days.

And after each one he prayed he wouldn’t have to hear the dreadful voice of the doctor, filled with sympathy and pity, but deep down he knew he would have to hear that voice one way or another.

He told himself he could be prepared for it, but in reality, it ate away at him every day and the minute the doctor walked up to him and said,

“Mr. Hotchner,”

Just his name. He knew she wouldn’t last much longer. His eyes were bloodshot long ago, from all the sleepless nights piled with fighting back tears, it didn’t help.

“If you’d like to go hold her, I can take you to her right now,” one of the nurses spoke up and he nodded.

Marigold deserved that. She deserved her dad by her side.

When they entered the room the faint beating of the heart monitor filled the empty air and Aaron made his way to the seat placed next to her bed, carefully lifting her up and into her arms, cradling her the way she loved so much.

And he just sat there, looking into her eyes that looked just like yours, but in a glance, they carried that same peace, readiness, and he didn’t know how that was fair.

“I love you, my sweet girl,” he whispered so quietly, gently pressing his forehead to her own. Her eyes were closed now, small hands just resting, fingers barely moving. “To the moon and back. I’ll always love you to the moon and back,”

The beeping on the monitor slowed and he shakily lifted his lips to press the smallest kiss to her little button nose just as the long tone drowned out the sounds of his silent sobs.

“I-I’m so sorry,” he cried, still holding onto her so close, so carefully. “I’m sorry Mary. I’m sorry,”

He was sorry to Marigold because he felt he could have done more. He could have taken care of her better.

He had been a single father for less than a week and this had been dropped into his lap. He couldn't do it. He couldn’t take care of her and these were the consequences.

He was sorry to you too. He promised to look after her, take care of her. How could he have taken care of her well if she was gone now? Slipping right through his fingers just like you had only months ago, the wounds still fresh.

And when the nurse tried to carefully offer to take her away he refused. He said,

“N-No, please,” it was more of a plea, begging for more time. “I-I just want to hold her a little while longer,”

“Mr. Hotchner, sir, I’m sorry,” the nurse started. “But she’s gone,”

“I know,” he sobbed. “But please just-j-just let me hold her a little while longer,”

The nurse nodded her head and stepped away from the grieving father, allowing him one last moment of peace with his little girl.

—

“All that happened and you said nothing?” Emily whispered. “You suffered through that all alone?”

Hotch cleared his throat, nervously scratching the back of his neck.

“The higher-ups were aware of my situation when I was transferred,” he explained. “But when I came back to work the last thing I wanted to think about was how I had lost them so I-um…I made a bit of a promise to keep my work life and personal life separate,”

“What about Gabriel?” Derek asked. “Are you still in touch with him?”

Hotch nodded, “He still lives in Seattle, has my old job now, but he comes almost every year either around the time (Y/N) or Mary passed,”

“Hotch,” JJ spoke up and he turned his attention to the blonde communication coordinator. “You have this locket and you bring it out whenever we deal with family cases. Why? What’s in it?”

Hotch fished in his pocket and pulled out the necklace, laying it on the table in front of him.

“It was (Y/N)’s,” he said. “She used to wear it all the time and said it was her good luck charm because the first day she wore it was the day she met me,”

That made a few of them smile softly, seeing as he was being so candid, maybe sharing a happier memory.

“It’s got a smaller version of this picture in it,” he took out his wallet and pulled a separate photo out of one of the pockets and slid it over to JJ who then passed it around to the rest of them.

It was a picture of the three of you, something a friend had taken while you were at home. You sat on the ground with your legs laid out in front of you while Aaron’s head rested in your lap and he held Marigold up on his stomach. You were both looking at your daughter with such love in your eyes, so much happiness for the future.

“It reminds me of what I’m trying to make sure the other families can still have,” he explained. “I don’t want anyone to feel what I felt,”

Dave placed a hand on Aaron’s shoulder and he took in a short breath.

“Hotch, I know it’s not… we’re not them, but we-we love you. You’re our family,” Penelope expressed. “You’ve taken care of each of us more times than we can count,”

He chewed on his lip and nodded. He loved them too, the team, a lot. After everything that had happened he drowned himself in work, not allowing himself to get close with anyone outside that or anyone at all, trying to at least. But Penelope was right, the BAU was his family, and even though he’d grieved in silence for all these years they were still going to be with him every step of the way, even if he started his real healing process a little late.

And when the jet landed and he thought everyone was going to go home, they dragged Hotch with them, piling into two cars before driving off somewhere.

“Where are we going?”

They didn’t give him an answer but as the streets became more and more familiar he had a good idea.

Emily offered to link arms with him as they walked up the stone path leading to your resting place, and they took a couple of moments of silence together.

“You know,” Hotch spoke up. “(Y/N) used to love to go dancing,”

The team all turned their heads to look at him, the faintest smile coming across his features.

“She would drag me to this bar close to our place every Friday night after work, and I was a terrible dancer,” he shook his head. “But she took her time and taught me and… we had a lot of fun,”

“Well I do know a pretty good bar that’s got some great music,” Derek suggested.

“And I promised next time we went out for drinks it was on me,” Dave added.

They looked around for a consensus, everyone agreeing before they landed on Hotch.

And for the first time in a very long while, years even, he heard a gentle familiar voice in the back of his mind.

“Go dancing Aaron, it’s been a while since you’ve had some fun. We always had fun together, go remember that,”

He looked at Derek and nodded,

“As long as I’m not paying for drinks,”

The team all smiled and a chorus of agreements was sent around, even a pat on the shoulder with an attaboy from Dave.

And as they walked away from your resting place he stayed one extra moment, taking a small kiss chocolate out of his pocket and letting it rest on your headstone.

“We did have fun, didn’t we,” he murmured before with one last brush of the stone he turned around and jogged away to catch up with his family.

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[wandaromanova]

Can you do a fluffy wanda one (with a little angst because of course) where reader and wanda are best friends, reader wants more, but thinks wanda is interested in vision so she doesnt say anything. And then one day a mission goes wrong, and reader gets into an accident that results in her getting powers, and it makes wanda wake up and confess her feelings?

Requited Love

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Warnings: cussing, injury, that’s all!

A/N: hello! i hope you enjoy what i’ve created out of your request, anon! sorry i couldn’t think about how i could incorporate the powers part of the request! not proofread, so i apologize for any grammatical errors! join my taglist here <3

Summary: Wanda Maximoff and Y/N L/N are your typical best friends who refuse to admit their feelings for each other.

Word Count: 3.3K (had a lil too much fun with this)

(gif is not mine)

You and your best friend, Wanda, had been friends practically since the moment she had joined the team. Being the youngest Avenger, you were so excited that there would finally be another member that was close to your age. Despite the events of Sokovia, you didn’t fear the woman. If anything, it only made the urge to get closer to her stronger.

Her powers absolutely mesmerized you. From the color of her powers to the different ways she could use them to her advantage; it was mind blowing how much power she had literally at her fingertips. As time went on, you and Wanda became very close. You’d always have movie nights together in your room, which eventually led to the Sokovian woman peacefully sleeping next to you in your bed.

Not only was Wanda drop dead gorgeous, but she was genuine and humble. She had confided in you about the many different traumas she had been through and expressed how the surreal amount of grief constantly consumed her. It broke your heart to know that such an amazing person was put through so much.

Her past could’ve easily turned her into a villain, but she decided to go the opposite direction. She came to the conclusion that her powers could help others and that’s what she had chosen to do in Sokovia and up to now. It was why she had agreed to join the Avengers in the first place. Wanda knew how awful the world could be and she wanted to be there for people the way that her family had been before they passed. The amount of respect you had for Wanda was immeasurable.

Over the span of two years, you and Wanda became joined to the hip. Wanda didn’t even sleep in her own bed anymore. Before, she would just accidentally fall asleep in your room or sneak into your room in the late hours of the night to sleep with you. But now, she just barged into your room every night and slept there. She said that you kept the nightmares she had at bay and you were more than happy to be there for her if it meant she got a full night’s rest.

You both jumped at any opportunity you guys could to be on the same mission as the other. You not only wanted to spend time with her, but you wanted to protect her. Lord knows that Wanda of all people could handle herself, but it kept you at peace when you were with her; knowing that she had you to back her up. Naturally, you fell in love with your best friend.

At first, you thought you were just confusing your special platonic friendship with Wanda for romantic feelings. But sometimes you caught yourself wanting to kiss Wanda. You knew damn well that friends don’t daydream about making out with each other. So, yeah, you definitely had feelings for Wanda, but there was one thing standing in your way; Vision.

Vision basically joined the team at the same time Wanda did. He was created during the Ultron situation and has been an Avenger since then. Wanda and Vision were very close. They weren’t as close as you and Wanda were, but he was a close second. They had a bond over the mind stone that you couldn’t ever compete with. This fact discouraged you and forced you to keep your mouth shut. You’d rather keep your feelings to yourself and suffer in private than risk your friendship with Wanda.

I mean, you didn’t even know if Wanda was into girls! She could be as straight as a wooden ruler and you would most definitely embarrass yourself if you told her. Vision wasn’t exactly a man by any means, he was a robot. If Wanda were to like Vision that must mean you had a chance right? Not to be an ass, but he’s literally a hunk of metal. Regardless of all these thoughts, you knew at the end of the day that you would have to hide your feelings for the sake of maintaining the relationship you currently have with the Sokovian.

You did pretty good at hiding your feelings for awhile. You acted as if everything was normal and not like you were emotionally crying out inside every time you saw Wanda with Vision. It began to get too much when you had caught sight of the pair cooking Paprikash in the communal kitchen. Cooking was something you and Wanda used to do together. It was kind of your thing. It may seem silly, but watching her do something with Vision that used to be sacred to you both hurt.

You began to distance yourself the closer Wanda and Vision got together. What sucked even more was that Wanda didn’t even acknowledge your sudden distance. She no longer slept in your room, opting to spend her nights with Vision. You were dying inside and Wanda didn’t even care to notice.

You had a mission to get to today. Usually, Wanda would be down in the hangar whenever you were going on a mission without her, but she wasn’t there today. She was probably off somewhere with Vision, again. It stung that Wanda didn’t even want to see you off. She was so preoccupied with Vision that she didn’t even give you a second thought. A toaster was stealing your best friend who you just so happened to be madly in love with away from you. And you couldn’t do anything to stop it.

So, you reluctantly got onto the Quinjet with Steve who was accompanying you on the mission. Fury only sent you two in for this mission because it was a simple one. It didn’t require the entire team to complete. You both were to capture and detain the scientist responsible for the latest human experimentations at the hands of Hydra. From the intel gathered by S.H.I.E.L.D, their security wasn’t that bad so it would be a walk in the park for you and Steve. You had just left and you already desperately wanted to go home and wallow in your own self pity in the comfort of your bed.

But first, you had to get this mission over with. The Quinjet landed a little far away from the small Hydra base. You and Steve made your way out of the jet and began to trudge your way toward the building. As you guys got closer, Steve stopped abruptly.

“No matter what, we stick together okay? Just because this should be an easy mission, doesn’t mean we should let our guard down. Understand?” He lectured you sternly as he stared at you intensely.

“Yeah. I got it, Cap.” You replied to him dismissively as you continued to make your way toward the building. You took note of the five guards that were guarding the entrance and gave Steve a nod before you both sprung into action.

After you guys had taken down the entrance guards, you both sneakily made your way into the building. It was pretty easy to find your target, seeing that the building was the size of a house. You and Steve barged into the room, the scientist whipping around quickly and freezing in shock at the sight of you both.

Steve quickly charged at the man and placed him into handcuffs. As Steve pulled the man up by the collar, forcing him to his feet, a thought crossed your mind. This is too easy. Only five guards and the professor was just conveniently in here? This had to be a setup.

Before you could voice your concerns to Steve, you felt a sharp pain rip through your shoulder as Hydra agents flooded into the room. You fell to your knees in pain as Steve threw the target to the ground. He quickly began to fight as many agents as he could. You stood up as you tried to temporarily forget the pain. You began to take on agents yourself. Despite being injured, you kicked their asses with ease.

You were down to the last agent while Steve was pulling the scientist back up to his feet, much more aggressively this time. For some reason, your thoughts went to Wanda. How would she react to your injury? Would she even bother to visit you to make sure you were okay?

Unfortunately, you had chosen the wrong time to become distracted by your thoughts of Wanda. While your thoughts were racing, you failed to notice the glint of a knife in the agent’s left hand. As you blocked one of his punches, he quickly stabbed you right in the stomach. At this, Steve jumped in to help you and made quick work of knocking out the man who stabbed you.

You fully fell to the floor this time, gasping for air. Not only were you shot, but now you got stabbed. Seriously? Did god decide you weren’t already having a shitty enough time? Steve quickly picked you up in his arms in a panic. He carried you to the Quinjet while making sure the scientist was following behind you both. Steve placed your body onto the medical table that was in the Quinjet, handcuffed the man to a railing, and sped off to the compound. He took note of how much blood you lost; it was a lot to say the least. If he didn’t get to the compound soon, he feared you wouldn’t make it; and that wasn’t an option.

The 30 minute trip to the compound turned into a 15 minute ride. Steve quickly rushed you into the medical wing of the compound and placed you into the care of Doctor Helen Cho. He knew he had to tell the team about what happened. The Avengers were a family, and you being the youngest meant you were like a child to them, well besides Wanda obviously.

Steve hurriedly made his way into the living room of the Avenger’s living quarters and made sure Jarvis informed everyone that it was an emergency. As Steve entered, everyone turned to face him with worry present on each of their faces.

“What’s wrong, Rogers? Is everything okay?” Natasha asked as she looked over his body. There was an insane amount of blood all over his star-spangled suit. “It’s Y/N.”

At Steve’s words, everyone in the room stood in shock as their jaws dropped. But no one’s feelings could compare to Wanda’s. She abruptly stood up from the couch and made her way towards Steve.

“What about her? What happened to her?” Wanda began to get angry as hints of her powers made their way to her eyes. Steve took a step back and looked at Wanda before returning his gaze back to the other people in the room. You could hear a pin drop in the silence of the room.

“We went on a mission together. It was supposed to be an easy in and out thing. But we were setup. She got shot in the shoulder and stabbed in the abdomen. She’s in the medical wing right now.” Steve spoke strongly, attempting to remain calm for the sake of the team, but he was terrified inside. Your state refused to leave his mind. Your limp body in his arms as your warm blood covered his hands.

Wanda didn’t say another word as she ran towards the elevator and impatiently hit the button to the medical wing. She didn’t bother to wait for anyone else. Nothing mattered right now except you.

Wanda had feelings for you. Ever since she met you, you were this light in the darkness that was her life. You could cheer her up when no one else could. You knew her better than she knew herself. You were not only her best friend, but you were the woman she was irrevocably in love with. She was terrified to tell you how she felt. She thought she would lose you if she had confessed how she truly felt for you. So, she remained quiet and tried to forget about her feelings for you by hanging out with Vision more. She wasn’t using Vision by any means, she genuinely did enjoy his company. But he wasn’t you.

Wanda didn’t even wait for the elevator doors to fully open as she squeezed herself through the small gap and made her way towards the medical bay doors. Before Wanda could open the door, Steve abruptly grabbed her hand, stopping her from going any further. He must’ve taken the stairs. Damn his super soldier abilities.

“Wanda. Stop. I know you’re worried about Y/N, we all are. But barging in there won’t be any help. You need to let Cho and her nurses focus on helping her.” Steve desperately tried to talk some sense into Wanda; it worked. Wanda’s shoulders slumped as she made her way towards the seating area that was right outside the doors. All she could do was sit, wait, and pray to whatever god there was that you would be okay.

Wanda didn’t even know you were going on a mission today. If she did, she would’ve went to the hangar and hugged you before she left, like she always did. Oh fuck, she didn’t even get to see you off and now look at your state. Now that she thought about it, she had been neglecting you for some time now. She let her fear of her feelings consume her. She spent more time with Vision than with you, and now she wasn’t sure if she would get the opportunity to be with you again. The thought of not being able to tell you how in love with you she was mortified her. This was the wake up call she needed.

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2 hours later

After two agonizingly slow hours, Doctor Cho made her way towards the anxious group of heroes. Wanda shot up from her seat and approached Helen.

“How is she? Please, tell me she’s okay.” Wanda asks as she nervously chews on her bottom lip. “Y/N is fine. Luckily, the knife didn’t hit any major arteries. She won’t be able to make any sudden movements for the next few weeks which means no missions until I give her clearance.” At Cho’s words, the entire team was struck with relief. Wanda’s eyes lit up at the good news. You were okay. You were still here.

“Can we see her?” Steve asked from behind Wanda as he made his way to stand beside her. “Yes, shes awkward, but only one person can go in at a time. She’s very sensitive right now from the anesthesia.” Helen gave the team a smile before walking off.

Everyone looked at Wanda as she gave them a nod. Of course she had to go in first. You and Wanda may have been oblivious to each other’s feelings, but the team wasn’t. It was almost annoying how unaware you two were of how the other person felt.

Wanda quietly made her way into your room and almost let out a sigh of relief as she saw you laying on the table awake. You were trying to reach for a glass of water beside your bed, but the pain in your side made the small task a burden. Wanda quickly made her way to the table and handed you the glass of water. You were startled since you didn’t even hear her enter the room. You took the water from her hands and took a long sip before handing it back to her.

“What’re you doing here?” You asked coldly as you glared at the Sokovian woman. She was shocked at your animosity. You were never like this with her before. “I needed to make sure you were okay. I was worried sick.” Wanda frowned as she pulled a chair up to your bedside and sat in it.

“Oh. Now you suddenly remember I exist? It only took me nearly dying for you to notice me again.” You knew you weren’t being fair. You guys were just best friends and she was entitled to hang out and be with whoever she wanted. But the part of you that loved her and longed for more took over.

“Y/N. I’m sorry I haven’t been around as often. I got caught up hanging out with Vision when I should’ve been there for you.” Wanda’s eyes softened as she stared at your face. She missed you so much. She may have seen you around the compound, but she hasn’t been this close to you in what felt like decades.

“Yeah. You got caught up with Vision. Why don’t you just go back to him now. I’m fine.” You stubbornly spoke as you tore your eyes away from Wanda and stared out the window in front of your bed.

Wanda made a ballsy move and grabbed your hand in here. Thankfully, you didn’t move it away. “Y/N. I don’t care about Vision, I care about you. I love you and I mean that in more than a friendly way.” At Wanda’s words, your head snapped back to her as you looked over her features for any indication of a lie; you didn’t find any.

“I was spending time with Vision to try and forget my feelings for you. That obviously backfired and only solidified what I already knew I felt. I’m sorry it took such a terrible situation for me to finally grow the balls to tell you this. I love you Y/N.” Wanda squeezed your hand tightly as she stared at you full of love and adoration.

You were speechless. As cliche as it sounds, this was what you’ve wanted since the moment you laid eyes on her. She said the three words you’ve been longing to hear spill from her mouth. She loved you too.

“I love you too, Wanda. I’m sorry. I thought you had a thing for Vision and I let jealousy and insecurity get the better of me.” You looked down in shame as you tried to pull your hand out of Wanda’s hold, but she only gripped it tighter.

“Don’t be sorry. I completely understand. I’m so glad your okay and I’m so unbelievably happy that you feel the same way.” Wanda smiled brightly at you as you smiled right back. You guys must’ve looked like maniacs with your big, cheesy smiles, but you didn’t care.

Wanda began to slowly lean towards you. You attempted to meet her in the middle, but only ended up wincing in pain as you were reminded of your impressive stab wound. Wanda let out a laugh.

“Let me handle it, moya lyubov (my love).” Wanda said before closing the gap between you both and giving you a heated, desperate kiss. All the pent up emotions that you both had been withholding from each other were coming to light through this kiss. You guys were interrupted by the door swinging open abruptly and the sound of someone clearing their throat.

You both jumped apart as you cringed at the sting of your injuries. You turned to the door and caught sight of the team standing at the door with shit eating grins on their face.

“Sorry to interrupt you, lovebirds. But we wanted to check on Y/N too. Cho gave us the clear to come in now.” Natasha smirked at yours and Wanda’s flustered states.

“Pay up, Barnes.” Sam said as he held his hand out to Bucky, who groaned before placing 50 dollars in his hand. You and Wanda stared at the two confused, Bucky took notice of this and decided to fill you both in.

“We made a bet on when you two would get together. I said in the next two months, he said in the next two weeks. He won.” Bucky gave you both a shy, almost embarrassed smile.

Everyone in the room laughed, making you and Wanda turn even more red than before. You didn’t care about the inevitable, endless teasing you would have to endure after today. You would deal with the comments forever as long as it meant Wanda was by your side. You once thought that she didn’t feel the same, and you were so glad you were proven wrong. Sometimes, love can be requited after all.

[shespeaksinsongs]

🌷 - give me any scenario with any hp character, nsfw or not, and i'll write the other character's pov for you!

Draco getting distant with you because his Dad was threatening him that he was gonna transfer him to Durmstrang bc you're a 'distraction' and he just get real abusive w him and Draco can't help but push you away

And you're j like "let me love you, I don't care, please just- Draco show me your worst side and let me love you anyway"

[feel free to do this one a lil longer if you'd like to]

ooh i like how this one turned out. you know i hate angst, so i tried really hard on this one

TW: SELF-HARM MENTIONED ONCE.

Draco,

I write this letter to you in an unhappy mood. Recent talk of you and Y/N has been circulating around the wizarding world. If I hear of you associating with the Y/L/N girl again, I won't hesitate to transfer you to Durmstrang. Think well about your choices, son. You don't want to know what happens when you disappoint me.

Sincerely,

Lucius Malfoy

His father's letter replayed in his head - over and over. It was his duty. It was what he had to do, or Merlin knows what would happen to him. But still, Draco feared letting her go might be the worst mistake of his life, should he bring himself to really do it.

He'd neglected her for six days now. He'd been counting. He ignored her curious comments to him while they were in class. He'd retracted his hands whenever Y/N would try to hold them. He'd abstained from the morning kisses. he'd plant on her lips before heading off to their next classes.

And still, with all this torture to the both of them, he couldn't stay away from her.

-

She laid in the bathtub, fully clothed, completely dry, as she stared at the ceiling blankly. It was unconventional, but it was the only place she could get privacy from her roommates.

"What have I done?" She asked herself, repeating it to the point of tears streaming out her eyes. Each breath she took felt like a stab to the heart. She pulled her hair at the scalp, fighting the urge to slap herself in the face until she was bruised. "Merlin, please tell me what I did wrong." She pleaded aloud, hoping that by some grace, a god would hear her prayers and grant her wish.

Draco wasn't just the love of Y/N's life. He was the love for her life. Nobody was more perfect for her than him. He understood her when she was sad, knew when to give her space, and when to give her affection. But most importantly, he knew her inside-out, and at times, that was more than Y/N knew about herself.

She cried and cried, so much that if she'd been crying under a seed, a tree would've grown in its place.

Draco came in, in the midst of all this. Although he was hurt and concerned, he took a deep breath, remembering what he had to do to protect her.

"What's wrong, Y/N?" He asked, despite his promise to himself to keep away from her soft aura. "Did I do something?"

Y/N kept sobbing into her hands, shaking her head profusely. "No." Her voice cracked. "It's something I did."

"Well, don't worry, we can fix it together, but first, what's going on?" Draco said, kicking his shoes off to get in the dry bathtub with her.

Y/N cried further, feeling how difficult it was for Draco to comfort her. "What did I do to you?" She asked, looking the Slytherin in his sad, blue eyes. "What did I do? Did-did I flirt with somebody unknowingly? Are you punishing me for something? Why are you-" She stopped to look down at her laps again, unable to keep eye contact. with the boy she loved more than anyone else. "Why are you pushing me away?"

Draco sighed deeply, opening his arms. "Come here." He said quietly, prompting Y/N to cling around his neck as if he'd disappear if she'd responded a second too late. He rocked her side to side, caressing her hair as she got his t-shirt wet and stained his skin with tear marks.

Y/N was still distraught, but relieved to finally be in his arms once again. She took a deep breath through the mouth, unable to breathe through her stuffed nose, and looked up. "What did I do, Dray?"

"You haven't done anything wrong, angel." He said, his waterline forming tears.

Y/N sniffled, tearing up again. "If that were true, you wouldn't be crying." She said, wiping tears off his face with the warm and delicate touch she'd reserved only for him.

"It's really complicated, my love. I don't know if I should tell you." He said, shutting his eyes when Y/N nuzzled her face into his neck.

"Please just tell me, Draco. I'm begging you." She whimpered, her voice muffled and congested.

"My father sent me a letter a week ago. He said that if I kept dating you he'd send me away to Durmstrang. I have to do this. For us."

Y/N looked down at their laps, one sitting on top of the other. She sniffled, biting the inside of her cheek as if it'd help keep the tears at bay. "Two more years with you at the same school," She cried, shaking her head. "would mean nothing to me if I never got to hold you again. Fuck, Draco, don't you see I need to love you?"

Draco grimaced, realizing she was right, but unsure of what to say next. "So, you're okay if I have to leave home?" He asked, referring to Hogwarts.

Y/N nodded, wiping some more tears off her face. "What's a few years on the rest of our lives?" She asked, hoping he'd feel the same.

Draco pulled her chin up, watching her face go redder when he semi-forced her to look him in the eyes. He brought her closer so their lips ghosted each other as he spoke. "Remind me to never lose you again." He said, his lips smashing on hers in the most deeply sorrowful, yet passionate kiss they'd had yet. They kissed until they were sure their energy had been imprinted into empty space.

"You never lost me." Y/N laughed, sniffing her nose up. "It's you and me forever." She said, kissing him again.

[timeneverstops]

Hey bubble!!

Can you maybe write (HUMANIZED) Airy dating hcs? You can really decide what the scenario is with them! I love your writings! Thank you!

Im so sorry for answering requests so late, I'm trying to get to them as soon as I have free time, and thanks anon for letting me go wild with these!

⚠THIS BLOG CONTAINS SLIGHT SPOILERS ⚠

just to make this easier visuals im going with the basic airy humanized designs (long hair, bandages on eye, cloak(?), etc)

||° This would probably take place with the setting being his dimension

||° Honestly no clue how you guys would meet, Perhaps by chance with you playing with the radio

||° You both grew to like eachother quickly, with you being there it gave him company and someone to talk to without them hating him.

||° He's the type to wait for a confession, I mean.. If it was just 2 people on one planet there isn't really more fish in the sea are there? Maybe one time he got a bit TOO comfortable and almost spilt it out, as well as that, he hasnt had any proper human interaction in years. He wouldn't know if this was the proper feeling of love (likely) or something else, and if it was love he wouldnt know how to express it.

||° How you guys got together? (EXTRA) Cheesy accidental spill-out of feelings. At least you both felt the same with eachother.

||° His life wasn't the best, but it was better with you and hes glad someone like you is finally there with him.

||° I have a feeling he wouldnt want you to know about the contestants since he wouldn't want to loose you, Understandable although a relationship needs trust to continue building.

||° I have a feeling in his humanized design the "broken" part of his face hes blind from something or his eye is sorta just stabbed out, Hes kinda insecure about it sometimes and needs reassurance.

||° 100% DOES NOT know how to kiss, He knows the basics like puckering up n stuff but no clue what to do after that, or how long it should take.

||° The bed shown in his "cabin" a few times doesnt look very comfortable, or big to fit 2 people so he probably just has you ontop of him with your arms around him, using eachother for warmth.

||° Whenever you're just around him he DOES get that butterfly feeling in his stomach, he doesnt know how to explain it at all.

||° He knows you're the best thing that's ever happened to him and always will be.

||° If you ever used pet names on him he wouldn't understand at first, but eventually bridge off of you and start calling you them aswell <3

||° Back to his "Cabin" topic for a second, If he ever doesnt want to sleep at the same time as you or something, He'll let you use his cloak as a blanket

||° Whatever happens to you both, He's loving you no matter what.

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This is a lil OOC but I love it so much, I hope you do too anon!