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the-winter-spider · 4 months ago

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Kinda Don’t | B.Barnes

Warnings: Angst, character death

Word count: 3.5k

A/N: Never proof read, going through my drafts and just posting shit lol, enjoy?

Master list

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Bucky and you had a long history, and I don't mean long as in only a decade but 7 of them.

You were the girl next door literally, you grew up directly next door to Bucky. You moved in right before puberty hit not just the boys but you too.

It was always just you three and it was the first time you had any real friends, your father was part of the army, science sector of it so you were constantly moving never having enough time to actually make any life long friends let alone fall in love but when he went missing, later discovered dead in some secret lab he had under your house, your mother and you packed up and moved to the city that everyone wanted to live in, New York.

With the endless amount of possibilities or more so the endless amount of men your Mother could shack up with and have them support her and yourself. You didn't mind of course as long as she was happy, you were happy.

That was until her latest husband David started yelling a lot, then he started drinking a lot, then he hit you for the first time. Your mother told you it was the wrong place at the wrong time, you walked into the house right as they were fighting and he struck you. You never said anything except went straight to your room, then climbed out your window back to where Bucky was.

And when he saw you, you broke down. He promised he’d always be here for you and you were the only girl that would ever have his heart. He was true to his word to a certain extent. That was until puberty hit and every girl was throwing themselves at him, it was inevitable he was gorgeous.

He went out with every girl in town, except for you because you weren't as pretty as them even though he always would get drunk and end up climbing through your window instead of his, telling you just how you were the most beautiful girl he’d ever laid eyes on how he was so lucky to have you, but then the next day when you woke up he was gone, back out the window and back to holding some other dame in his arms.

But when the war got worse and people were getting their letters left and right you knew Bucky’s were coming and he stopped seeing other girls and he spent all his time with Steve and you.

It was different, he would hold your hand on the street, he would take you dancing, he would take you on dates. You found yourselves constantly under the sheets intertwined with one another and then one night when he thought you were sleeping he told you while running his fingers through your hair that it was only ever going to be you, it was only ever you and when he saw any future it was always with you.

He told you he was hopeless in love with you since the day he saw you standing by the moving truck holding a box and you tried your hardest not to open your eyes and tell him you were in love with him too.

The next day he enlisted and spent the last night he had with Steve and you at some Stark thing you cared nothing about but at the same time everything about because Bucky cared about it and you cared about Bucky.

And just like that he was gone and the first decade and a half of your history had ended before it ever really started. When Steve showed up on your step to tell you about Bucky and to give you the book that Bucky wrote to you every single day, he told you he was going to avenge his death and he would come back to you, and then he never did either. When Peggy Carter knocked on your door to tell you about Steve you shut the door and shut anyone out that was left in your life.

Till sometime in the 50’s in the paper it said Howard Stark was looking for volunteers and you never forgot how much Bucky would beam at the opportunity so you showed up at the base and he said yes before you could even speak after hearing how you were Steve’s best friend.

You were injected with the closest hope to the next super soldier serum without the drastic physical changes. They called you Miss America, and you hoped you would have made your boys proud but when Howard noticed you weren’t ageing as you should they ran tests, discovering that your cells rengernated at an extremely fast rate now allowing you to age as you should before you could run more tests and possibly find an antidote or even how enchanced you really were, Howard died.

You were alone again, Peggy tried her best to keep you company and to keep you hidden, you should have been in your late 60’s like her but instead you looked 3 decades younger than her, she thought it would be best to fake your death so that's what you did.

Y/N Y/L/N died in 1995 at the age of 75, your cause of death was undetermined. That’s when Lily Barnes was created, born in 1965 making you 30 years old, which is what you would stay looking for the next 2 decades, when they found Steve on ice you could have sworn you saw a wrinkle that was never there before.

When he found out Peggy was alive he was of course over the moon but when he saw you he couldn’t believe his eyes. He had Fury look into you and when he saw a death certificate, they found where you were buried and it was beside Bucky. But yet you were standing directly in front of him looking like you had only aged 5 years in the last 70. You told him everything, he was so mad at first but he came to terms with it when he realised he wasn’t going to be alone.

Fury tried to recruit you for the avengers but you wanted nothing to do with making new friends and losing them your heart simply couldn't handle it. Fury understood told you he didn't like it but he understood, he put you in a safe house Steve respected your wishes and besides Fury, Steve was the only one who knew where you were that until a red head knocked on your door, Steve beside her and he told you to suit up, you did no questions asked.

The next thing you knew you were on a jet, getting debriefed about someone by the name of Thano’s. But when you were getting close to a place called Wakanada, your heightened sense picked up on something you.

–

“Steve, what's wrong?” You stood by Natasha putting all your weapons in their correct spot.

“What isn’t wrong?” Natasha tried to joke but you ignored it.

“Stevie” You asked again “You know I can tell right? I can sense literally everything”

He gave you a soft smile “I forgot you were enhanced” he sighed “There’s something i haven't told you”

“No shit” You smiled

“She doesn’t know?” Sam asked from the front seat, Steve shook his head in response.

“How much doesn’t she know?” Natasha whispered

“None of it”

Natasha looked at you, placing a hand on your shoulder “I’m sorry in advance, I didn’t know” she then proceeded to sit by Sam, giving Steve and you the space you apparently needed for this conversation.

“I’m so sorry, i just, there was so much going on and you wanted to stay out of it and i know if you knew you would have been brought back in, but then Natasha happened and i didnt know about their history and he was so happy, I haven't seen him smile like that since you, then Wakanda happened, he deserved to be free, he deserves to be happy and so do you and it was wrong of me not to say anything, your my best friend you took care of Peggy, I – “

“Steve, slow down, what are you talking about?” Your senses were in overload, you could feel every atom, every fibre in the air, alerting you that you needed to run, that you needed to fight.

He gave you the same eye’s he gave you when your Ma past, the same eyes he gave you when Bucky forgot about your birthday because Dot said yes to a date, the same eyes he gave you when he told you Bucky died. “He’s alive, Bucky’s alive”

“What? Steve that's not funny”

“I know, I’m not joking” He reached just beside the shield and handed you a file that said CLASSIFIED in big red letters “Were arriving in an hour, I’m sorry I should have told you sooner, everything you need to know is in here. I’ll be right over there if you need me, I’m here for you”

The file was heavy in your hands, your mouth was dry. When you read his name at the top it felt you were swallowing a razor blade. You read everything as fast as you could, you held back tears, letting the metaphorically razor blade cut any emotions you wanted to have. You were angry, so angry, so hurt that this was kept from you, you wanted to kill Steve Rogers, you wanted to murder Captain America. But no more than you wanted to kill yourself, he was alive this whole time, the same time you were alive. You could have done something, why didn’t you know to do something? You should have felt he was still alive and in pain, he was your soulmate, he said you were soulmates. That was until you got to the second last page in the file, it was an HR paper from Stark Industries and your eyes were blurring with tears when you saw the world's relationship and saw two signatures at the bottom one reading James Barnes and the other Natasha Romanoff.

“Landing in 5, 4, 3 – “ You heard Sam counting down, you placed the file down. You took a deep breath soaking in every fibre of information presented to you in the last hour. You stood up having an internal battle of whether you should kill Steve now or later, you wanted to strangle Natasha, but it wasn’t her fault, you couldn't blame Bucky, she was amazing if you swung that way you would have fallen for her too, you should have known the second Steve told you he was alive, before you even opened the file, he always had a thing for redheads. You clipped your last knife to your thigh.

You gave Natasha a small smile and she returned it. You could feel Steve’s presence hovering beside you, as the doors whired open “Does he know?” you didn’t even look at Steve as the doors slowly opened.

“No” He sighed “Im so sore –”

You shook your head “Don't”

Natasha was the first one out, no doubt in your mind wanting to see Bucky, Steve followed shortly after, then Sam, then Bruce, the Rhodey, than you’

Her arms wrapped around his neck, her lips grazed his you heard her mumble an ‘i miss you’, that metaphorical razor you swallowed sliced your heart in half.

Steve hugged Bucky, whispering something to him and his blue eyes searched for you, disbelief written all over his face. He started to make his way to you, but stopped just before he could reach you, his eyes trailed over your figure, tears brimmed his eyes “Doll, I -”

You cleared your throat, shifting your demeanour from heart broken and love sick back to someone you swore you never wanted to be again and that was Miss America “We have a fight to win Sargent.”

He blinked a few times, shifting his gaze to Steve and he shrugged in return, he turned back to you “But I - “

Steve came up beside him “She’s right Buck”

Bucky looked like he was having an internal battle within himself before he nodded and the team made their way to the battle ground, Bucky never leaving your side, his pace stayed with you the whole time until the fight started, he kissed Natasha on the cheek wishing her good luck, before he got the chance to say something to you, your back was already turned getting in your fight stance.

You lost him for a while during the battle, while still keeping an eye on him without being too obvious. You did the same with Steve you knew he was more than capable and was no longer that little boy from brooklyn, even though you were still mad at him he was still your best friend, well one of them.

The fight dragged on, and when you thought you had any possible chance of winning, people started turning to dust all around you “no no no” you mumbled running closer to Steve, your eyes locked with Bucky “Y/n….” he trailed off before he was completely gone.

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F i v e whole years.

Five whole years of losing Bucky again, five years of growing so close to Natasha you would consider her your best friend. It was just you two in the compound, you came back to the whole superhero lifestyle and tried your best to do anything you could to keep things running smoothly. It was hard half the fucking world was missing, but your whole world was.

You wanted to hate Natasha you did, she had everything you ever wanted in the palm of her hands and yet you couldn’t. She was everything you aspired to be. You were nothing like her and it made sense why Bucky kept anything you thought you had in the dark, it wasn't because you thought he was savouring it, soaking up every moment, no it was because he was ashamed.

You wanted nothing more than to hate her, it would have made things so much easier but she was just as amazing as everyone made her out to be, you hoped you could somehow find a way to get Bucky back and selfishly you hoped he would wildy confess his undenying love to you but you knew that would never happen, and at the same time you were rooting for them, he was your everything then and she was your everything now.

You could push your heart break aside for decades again couldn't you?

Could you die from a broken heart? You hoped it would make everything so much easier.

But you didn't and here you were about to do fucking time travel. Standing on the platform you tried to tune out all the energy and nerves you could feel radiating off of everyone, a hand found its way on your shoulder “Were gonna get him back Natasha smiled at you before turning to the rest of your teammates, her family “See you in a minute”

—

“You know, i thought living as long as i have would have been the craziest thing to ever happen to me” You smiled thinking of all the crazy shit you experienced in your overly lived lifetime.

“But here we are, in space going to some place called Vormir, don’t be too full of yourself y/n'' You laughed, bumping your shoulder against hers.

“Welcome” A voice echoed behind you. Grabbing your knife, Natasha reached for her gun. “Natasha, daughter of Ivan. Y/n, daughter of Lilith.

As you both made your way forward you tensed immediately recognizing who is in front of you.

“Who are you?” Natasha questioned, your knives still raised.

“Consider me a guide, to you and to all who seek the Soul Stone”

You eyed her cautiously before taking a step forward “Oh good, you tell us where it is, then we’ll be on our way”

Red skull looked at you “If only it were that easy”

He turned around starting to move forward, you looked at Natasha, she shrugged in response and then the two of you followed him near the edge of a cliff, what looked to be a sunset in the distance.

“What you seek lies in front of you, as does what you fear”

Natsha pushed ahead peering over the edge “The stones down there” Her back to you.

“For one of you” Red skull respond

You were overwhelmed, you could feel the stone, you could feel the calmness, the sureness radating off of Natasha, her pure willingness. Your feet dragged you forward, peaking over hoping the stone would be in reach, which you knew it wouldn't be, because it would be crazy for something to be that easy.

“For the other” He continued “You must lose that which you love, an everlasting exchange” He paused dramatically, you swallowed the lump in your throat “A soul for a soul”

She took your hand in hers, pulling you away from the ledge. Taking a seat on a rock, while you leaned on one. You knew what you had to do, what had to be done “Y’know, I think our hopefully chatter doomed us”

She smiled at you “We cant seem to ever catch a break huh?”

“People like us never really do it seems”

She stood up turning to face you “And here i thought we found a little bit of break in each other the last 5 years”

You smiled back at her “It's always too good to be true”

“Whatever it takes” She took your hand in hers

Swallowing back the lump in your throat “Whatever it takes”

She stared in your eyes, you felt nothing but love and longing radiating off of her “If we don't get that stone y/n, millions of people stay dead, Barnes stays dead”

Nodding in agreement “He deserves a life Nat” You placed your other hand on hers “A great one and you —“

“I'm starting to think we mean different people here y/n”

“For the last five years Nat, all we've been trying to do is get to right here, that's all its been about. Bringing every body back, getting Bucky back”

“Don't you get all sappy on me now y/n/n”

“Nat..” you trailed off

“You think I want to do this? I'm trying to save your life you idiot”

You squeezed her hand “Yeah, well I don't want you to. I've lived long enough Nat, this would be a great way to go” You smiled back your tears “Bucky has you, i have you” you looked off towards the sunset “It's not that bad of a sight, y’know if its the last thing i see”

She placed her free hand on your cheek, turning your head to face her again “I love Bucky” her eyes piercing into yours “But i love you more”

“No, Nat -“

I wasn't finished” Her thumb swept one out of a dozen fallen tears finding their way down your cheek “But he could never love me, his heart belonged to someone else but the little piece of it i got to see”

You shook your head as she brought your forehead to hers before she continued “Whatever it takes”

“Okay, you win” You released her hand before sweeping your leg under hers, placing your arm across her chest and pinning her down “Tell Bucky and Steve i love them”

She grunted before hitting your arm, and using her legs to flip you around before standing up and pointing her widow bite at you “You tell em’ yourself” before shooting it at you, an electrical charge attacked your body.

She started to run towards the edge before you recovered, grabbing your knife and aiming it at her leg grazing the side enough to knock her down.

Before you started to charge at full speed to the edge, as you were about to fall, she wrapped her arms around you shooting your grappling hook at the top of the cliff, you both swung back at full force smashing into the edge, you looked up “No no no” you tighten your grip on her but you could feel her slipping “How do you know i love you! This could be for nothing you dont know”

“I know”

You tried to reach her with your other hand for a better grip but failed

“Let me go”

“No” you sobbed “No please no”

“Its okay” she smiled

“Please” Tears were burning down your face, before she kicked off the wall her arm ripped from your grip.

“No!” You screamed till your throat was raw, as you looked down you saw her lifeless body laying there.

Everything went black and you could hear water running, you sat up frantically, you were no longer hanging off the cliff, as you lifted your hand out of the water a single stone laid in it. Your tears meshed with the water before you were being brought back.

“Did we get 'em all?”

“Are you telling me this actually worked?”

You dropped to the ground, cheeks raw from crying, you could feel all eyes on you, “Y/n? Where's Nat?” Bruce questioned, you turned to look at Steve, shaking your head no, avoiding all the other eyes because you wouldn't dare look into their eyes, you were nothing to them.

She was their family and you came back and she didn't.

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cassiefromhell · 1 year ago

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Bats and Fire 04

"The Calendar Situation"

Last time on bats and fire... 01 02 03

a/n: it turns out that i have bad writing motivation and love bouncing between projects, lol (also you can blame late updates on my current bg3 phase and jjk hyperfixation). so expect BAF 1-2x monthly. once again, i am very open to suggestions/themes for future chapters/episodes, so leave them in comments or my inbox!! and my requests are always open <3 enjoy!

warnings: smut, mdni/18+. p in v, oral (f receiving) morning sex, character watches while y/n is eaten out, interruptions, slight overstimulation, etc...

wc: 3.4k

Things were thoroughly out of hand.

Your mates were incapable of not fighting over every single second of your free time. And that turned into tug of war games where you get the lovely privilege of being the rope, and you know what you also weren’t getting?

Sex.

You had not had sex in two weeks.

But you have five mates? How’s that possible?

Because you are almost never left alone with any of them long enough to get someone’s shirt off, nevermind a hand in your pants.

And a girl will get fed up after a while.

But luckily, on your first expedition after your cycle ended, you found the perfect solution…

You stumble into the old shop, wiping your dirtied hands off on your pants. The scent of magic immediately hits your nose, and you bite your tongue to distract yourself from it.

“You look like you’ve been to hell and back,” the female behind the counter says, her sunken gray eyes tracing over your tattered clothing.

You clear your throat, approaching the counter. “Do you carry any blade polish, or leather cleaner?”

She pauses, then opens and closes her mouth. “Say… are you the hunter that our mayor is paying to clear our woods of those damned Puca?”

“How could you tell?”

“I had a feeling.”

The female hobbles her way around the counter, and leads you to the left. She opens a cabinet door, and pulls out two glass containers, one with a clear liquid and the other a slight brown. She hands them both to you. “Your polish and cleanser.”

“Thank you,” you say, turning to head back to the counter. But something shimmers in the corner of your eye, and you pause, turning to face it.

It’s a pile of calendars, the edges glimmering with the sparkle of spells. But who would need a magical calendar?

“Eyeing the Mrythat Calendar?” the shopkeeper asks, coming up beside you. “No one ever buys ‘em.”

“What do they do?” you ask, reaching out to take one and examine it.

“You buy a few, sign ‘em with blood, and then they’re connected to you. Write something on one, it appears on all the others. Useless, if you ask me, but a merchant came through ‘ere with an offer I couldn’t refuse,” she explains, then starts back towards the counter.

You take six of the magical calendars, tucking them under your arm.

“You’re sure ‘bout that, hon?” the female raises a brow at you. “Don’t know what you’d use ‘em for.”

“You don’t even know,” you grin, dropping the calendars on the counter. “You don’t even know.”

The next time you were at each of your mates’ residences, you spread the calendars. Of course, you happened to be with Azriel and Cassian in the House of Wind next, so you got to work...

The sound of the hammer nailing the calendar into the wall echoes down the hall. You step back, satisfied, admiring the shimmering calendar mounted over the soft blue paint.

Cassian rounds the corner, slacks hanging low on his waist, rubbing his eyes. “Love�� what’cha doing at four a.m…?”

“Couldn’t sleep,” you beam up him, gesturing to the glorious calendar — the solution to all of your problems. “Too excited. Look at it!”

“That’s… that's nice, love,” Cassian mutters, walking up behind you and putting his hands on your waist. “But let’s go back to bed, hmm?”

“No, no,” you gesture to the calendar once more. “I’ve gotta explain to you both how this works— hey— Azriel! Azriel, are you up?”

In response, a shadow comes to your side, winding around your leg.

You frown. “Did your master send you?”

The shadow tightens its grip.

“Is he just avoiding getting up?”

Even tighter.

You huff, poking Cassian’s shoulder. “Go get Azzie. This is important. And now I know he’s awake.”

The Illyrian nods and trudges off, cursing under his breath and running a hand over his face.

You almost feel a little bad, but then you’re distracted by your calendar again.

You did research on how these work. They were invented specifically for managing one person’s schedule, like a boss giving them to his employees to find time for meetings with them. Whoever’s schedule was being managed, just had to mark the calendar with a bloody fingerprint, and then all the calendars they marked would sync up.

You grin, sticking your thumb into your mouth and piercing the skin, then you press it to the back of one of the pages. Instantly, the calendar glows, and then stops, but when you flip it to the current month, you find that it’s been filled in with all of your missions and plans — the magic has even sorted out what days you’re in which court, with which mates.

You grin maniacally.

Shadows slide around the corner, and out come your two Illyrian mates, bleary-eyed and wings damn near dragging.

You grin and clap your hands, pointing at the calendar. “Lookit! Look at what I did!”

“What did you do?” Azriel asks, coming to stand at your side and placing a hand on your lower back. It’s obvious that he’s trying his hardest to sound interested.

“Cass, c’mere,” you grin, tugging him to your other side. “Okay, okay, so, how this works. I have six of these calendars. They’re all enchanted, and they’ll soon all be connected to me by blood. When someone marks one, the others get the same marking, and I simply have to think it in order to add something. Each of my mates will get one, and so my schedule can be fairly organized.”

Cassian nods slowly. “Okay… but I thought normal scheduling was working fine.”

You bark a laugh. “No, no, no. You all are rather fond of interrupting each other’s dates and alone time, claiming to have ‘forgotten’ that I was already scheduled. This fixes that.”

“I do not,” Azriel grumbles, wings twitching.

“Well, see, the main inspiration here was my sex life,” you explain, perfectly calm as both your mates’ eyebrows shoot up. “I haven’t had actual sex in a week and a half, did you both know that?”

Cassian narrows his eyes. “No, no— how is that possible?”

You point to last Friday on the calendar, when you were marked to be on a date with Rhys. “Look, here; at this time, I was on the riverbank of the Sidra, about to be fucked against a tree, until Cassian came in and stayed for the rest of the date— and was completely oblivious to the mood and the arousal drenching the air.” You point to two days ago, when you were supposed to be sleeping at Eris’s palace. “At eleven p.m. that night, I was fully prepared to be ravished and yet Lucien needed me for something. And that’s not an issue, right, because two is better than one! But no, Eris and Lucien refuse to be naked in the same room at the same time.”

“…I see why you want the calendar,” Azriel murmurs, walking away and coming back with a pen and approaching the calendar.

“What are you doing?” Cassian asks, tilting his head to the side.

“We’re the first ones to have this, right?” Azriel looks at you, and you nod in confirmation. “We have all the empty slots. I’m filling them all in with me.”

Cassian blanches, and then steps forward, promptly shoving Azriel to the side and stealing the pen. “Give me that! You can’t take all the slots!”

“You were just too slow,” Azriel grumbles, gesturing to the calendar, which is now half-filled with dates… all with Azriel.

You snort, and then turn on your heel, heading back down the hall. “I’m going back to bed. Whose bed am I getting in?”

“Mine,” they both say at the same time, and you can feel the glare they give each other.

You grin, and turn the corner, knowing one — or both — of them is bound to come running after you.

All goes well with your visit to Rhysand, and he was very happy with his new calendar. However, things get a little bumpy when you’re at the Autumn Court…

“Fuck—” you whimper, gripping Lucien’s hair as his tongue works at your clit, fingers pumping in and out of you steadily. You’ve already come twice, and he’s damn close to working you up to a third.

The bliss is nearly lighting you on fire, legs shaking as you finally approach that cliff again, climbing higher and higher and—

“Cum for me,” Lucien murmurs against your clit, the vibrations nearly tipping you over the edge. He looks up at you with those eyes from between your legs, and you whimper as you reach that—

A knock comes on the door.

Lucien pauses, and you whimper, desperately bucking your hips into his hand and lips.

“Shit, what time is it?” he asks, sitting up and looking at the clock, mouth glistening with your slick.

“Lucien,” you grit out, “please.”

“Times up,” a familiar voice calls from behind the door. “Your slot is only from seven to eight, I have her for the full night from eight p.m. to sunrise.”

You hiss in frustration, gently tugging at Lucien’s hair. “Ignore him.”

Eris slips into the bond immediately. Ignore me?

Eris, give me five minutes. Please.

That’s not what the calendar says.

Does it sound like I give a shit about what the calendar says? You growl down the bond, frustration only building.

Lucien has obediently gone back to working your cunt, sliding two fingers back in. His mouth latches around your clit immediately, and the wondrous sensations start to build up again.

Two minutes later, Eris is speaking down the bond again.

I’d have already gotten you off by now.

Your only reply is an audible whine, surely loud enough for Eris to hear on the other side of the door.

And clearly he does hear it, because he’s winnowed to your side within seconds.

“Add a finger, it’ll make her come faster,” Eris idly comments, taking a seat next to you on the bed. “And harder. That’s important.”

You’re now completely naked and vulnerable in a room with two fully clothed males. Because apparently you’re the only one getting their clothes taken off today.

“What are you—”

“Shush,” Eris hushes you with a gentle kiss, stroking a hand down the center of your torso, rubbing circles on the sensitive skin of your belly. “Let us take care of you.”

Before you can reply, his head dips down to your left nipple, licking a circle around it. His thumb runs circles around your other breast, all while Lucien increases his pace.

With very little warning, your climax creeps up on you, pleasure suddenly spiking. You cry out, gripping Eris’s shoulder for support as you tip over the edge, stars and flames filling your vision as the waves of your orgasm crash over you again and again and again and—

“What does that make?” Eris asks, stroking your hair.

“Three,” replies Lucien, who is gently rubbing circles over your clit, coaxing you through the last waves of pleasure with gentle kisses along your thighs.

The High Lord clicks his tongue. “That won’t do. She needs at least five, else apparently she’ll get needy at an ungodly hour.”

You try to protest. “Will not—”

He stops you with a quirked brow. “Two weeks ago. You woke me up before sunrise by humping me. Like a puppy in heat.”

You open your mouth, and then close it. He’s right. You did do that. But he looked so damn sexy like that, features relaxed and mouth parted and—

Lucien licks a stripe up your folds, and all your thoughts screech to a halt.

“Love,” Rhysand whispers in your ear, pressing kisses over your cheek and hair. “Love, time to get up.”

You blink awake, squinting in the early morning light. “Mm... what time is it?”

“Seven,” he murmurs, slipping his hands up and under the shirt you’re wearing — his shirt — and rubbing your skin.

You groan. “Cass isn’t picking me up ‘till seven-thirty. Why’d you wake me?”

“Because I was thinking we could squeeze a little something in,” Rhys kisses your neck, pressing his hips to yours, letting you feel his bulge beneath his pants. “If you so please.”

Your heart skips a beat, and you bite your lip. You run your hand down his chest, finding his bulge and palming him through his pants. “Needy, are we?”

“Please,” he groans, rutting against your hand once, twice, then pressing more kisses across your collarbones.

You smirk and nod, spreading your legs for him. His reaction is instant, making quick work of your panties and discarding his pants.

He presses a finger into your entrance slowly, hissing as it comes back soaked. “Fuck. So wet for me, love.”

You tilt your hips up for him, and he strokes himself twice, then slowly slides in, stretching you wide. You whimper, gripping his shoulders and chewing your lip to stay quiet. “Fuck…”

Rhys picks up a slow pace, gentle and loving as the kisses he’s pressing along your collar and neck. He rubs your hips in time with his thrusts, each time hitting just a little deeper, each push a little more pleasurable than the last.

“Please,” you moan, desperate for more, deeper, harder, faster… and he doesn’t give it to you.

He presses a chaste kiss to your lips, shaking his head. “Impatient little thing. It’s bright and early, and you want to have the shit fucked out of you?”

You nod, and he merely chuckles. The sound is low and deep and effectively makes you even wetter around him.

He pulls out, and you open your mouth to whine, but he sweeps you up into his arms, picking you up out of the bed. Before you know it, your bare back is against a wall, and he’s entered you once more, this angle deeper than before.

He picks up a bruising pace immediately, and you moan, capturing his lips in yours to swallow both of your noises. You can’t help but tilt your hips with each thrust, desperately matching his pace as that coil in your abdomen begins to grow tauter.

“Fuck— fuckfuckfuckk—” you hiss against his mouth, clutching at his biceps, his neck, his shoulders — anything to ground you as you’re pulled higher and higher.

“I’ve got you, love,” he groans, slamming into you harder, brushing that spot so deep inside of you—

You come immediately, clenching around him and squeezing your eyes shut, moaning loudly as the pleasure drags you down, down, nearly into unconsciousness as your thighs cramp. Rhys has to hold you up to keep you from falling out of his arms, and he follows you with three sharp thrusts and a low growl, spilling into you.

He kisses you, gently, and you run your hands through his hair, rolling your hips against his once.

“God, I love you,” you murmur, between gasps for air.

“I love you too, darling. I love waking up to you next to me,” he murmurs back, nosing your neck. “I love fucking you first thing in the morning.”

“Round two?” You run a hand down his abdomen, licking your lips. You can’t help it; you want to taste him.

He grins deviously, opening his mouth to reply — but then footsteps sound down the hall, accompanied with what is obviously Cassian whistling. He’s definitely giving you a warning that he’s coming — he could be quieter than that.

“Fuck,” you grumble. “Just a sec.”

Cassian, you speak down the bond. Not done here. Give me half an hour.

What? No. He whines, but his footsteps halt. I’m scheduled to pick you up at seven thirty. It’s my time.

I’m aware. The schedule isn’t supposed to be exact. You guys seem to have an issue with that.

…Isn’t exact reserved time the point of the schedule?

You sigh, shaking your head. “Change of plans. I’m calling a mates’ meeting.”

Half an hour later, all of your mates are gathered at Rhys’s dining table, their calendars sitting in front of them. You sit at the head of the table, decidedly unhappy…

“Alright,” Azriel starts, leaning forward on his elbows. “I’ll break the ice. What’s got you upset, love?”

“What do you think has me upset?” you grit out, glaring over at him.

Azriel suppresses a flinch, leaning back in his seat.

“I’m assuming it has to do with the calendar?” Eris says, gesturing to the calendars in front of them all.

“Uh huh. And why, exactly, did I enact the calendar rule?”

There’s a short pause, and then Lucien responds. “To organize your schedule?”

“Because you wanted more sex,” Cassian corrects him, rubbing his chin. Lucien, Eris, and Rhys whip their heads to look at him, having not been there for that conversation. “But hasn’t that succeeded?”

“More sex, yes. But short sex. Painfully short. You know why? Because I start having sex with one of you. We do the deed. I want more. You want more. Then what happens? Knock knock, someone else comes along and refuses to give up precious time from their slot.”

Cassian looks down and away, making a face. Eris doesn’t look pleased either.

“You guys,” you sigh. “The calendar is flexible. You can deal with having half an hour taken off of your slots. It’s supposed to be a guide, not a strict schedule.”

The males before you begrudgingly grumble in agreement, and you gesture to the calendars.

“Okay, thank you. Now that that’s understood, it’s time to schedule next month’s times. Please open your calendars,” you instruct, opening your own. Everybody follows your lead, so you continue. “I’ve marked in all the slots available, and when I’ll be gone. I have two missions next month; a dragon study and a job for the Winter court clearing out a pair of Banshees. The dragon study I have to do alone, but one of you can tag along on the clearing.”

Azriel immediately reaches for a pen, but not before Eris has already winnowed one into his hand, already writing his name.

“Ah!” you hiss, grabbing Eris’s wrist. “We’re drawing sticks.”

Eris snarls at you on pure instinct, then his face goes slack. “Sorry, sorry— I didn’t mean to—”

Immediately, your four other mates are up out of their seats, teeth bared and ready to attack Eris.

“Dear mother,” you groan. “It was instinct. Everybody down.”

Everyone sits.

“That’s the other thing,” you sigh, waving your hand to winnow in a cup with five sticks in it, all marked with a name. “You all need to work on the hostility. I know it’s difficult. But mistakes will be made, fights will be had, and instinct is instinct.”

Lucien mumbles a ‘sorry’ to Eris, and the rest follow, some less apologetic than others.

You carry on with the meeting, and you draw sticks, deciding the order of who gets to pick first. Cassian, much to his joy, gets first, then Azriel, then Lucien, followed by Rhysand, and in dead last — which you’d bet money was influenced by someone’s magic — is a very salty Eris.

Nevertheless, the dates are set, and you dismiss everyone—

“Hold on,” Azriel cuts in, holding up a finger. “There was a prearranged date with Rhys on here. Why only him?”

“Because he’s set to meet my parents,” the words fly out of your mouth before you realize what you’re saying, and you immediately clamp your jaw shut.

Damn your mouth.

All five heads turn to look at you, shocked faces adorning all but one — Rhys, who knew about this and didn’t question it.

“Why only him?” Eris asks, raising a brow.

“I want to meet your parents!” Cassian pouts, leaning forward against the table.

“I do as well,” Lucien adds, scratching the back of his neck.

“Agreed,” Azriel finishes. “I’m free that time. We could just all meet them at once.”

Agreement runs through the circle, leaving you opening and closing your mouth.

Because there’s one issue.

One little, tiny issue…

“Cauldron boil me,” Eris murmurs, slowly leaning back in his seat. “They don’t know you have more than one mate, do they?”

Ah, yes.

That.

To be continued…

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tsutsumi-kurose · 3 months ago

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Do you think Akane cares and tries to help people other than Aoi?

definitely!! I think this arc shows that more than ever before, honestly. he was fighting hard to keep this present even if he couldn’t be with aoi, as long as it was a safer present for the students of the school overall

but this arc isn’t the first time we’ve seen this, so i’ve collected some of my favorite examples of akane caring about/helping people other than aoi:

helping kou:

he is. trying his best lol. not an A+ performance in either instance but he DOES show up for him lol and he’s nice enough to kou that kou trusts him in a moment of distress—which honestly says a lot!! bc kou hates showing people when he’s in distress/hates asking for help!! (well… okay kou does ask natsuhiko for help too, so he’s maybe not the best judge of character… but hey akane shows up lol so that’s still a point for him)

tending to his boyfriend’s wounds caring about teru:

ugh. UGH. peak repressed yearning. “I want you to go to the infirmary bc it’s the rules and I’m stressed running everything NOT bc I care about you. actually I hate you, as you can tell from my super mean glare. now come with me I’ll walk you there <3” anyway yeah in summary I think he cares here lol. like yeah he’s in checklist student council mode but also—he’s in checklist mode!! he’s got more important stuff to worry about than walking a monster slayer to the nurses office!! and yet he does <3 he is bisexual and yearning cares!!

and my personal favorite, akane trying to help baby nene get out of jail time!!:

they were so cute here ugh. his little “yeah! yeah!” so encouraging so cute!! I love when people are nice to nene characters being nice to nene is my favorite thing actually everybody be nice to her she’s an angel!!!! she’s a star she’s doomed she’s full of love she’s just a girl!!!!!!!!!!!

sorry I got hit with a nene yashiro love beam at the end there lol but to answer your question: yes I think we see him going out of his way for other people a lot actually!! he’s probably the most reliable character in the entire manga tbh!! people are always going to him for help and I can’t think of an example of him not showing up for someone who needs him. I think aoi is obviously his priority, but he has his moments with other characters for sure!!

#thank you for the ask!!#I never really talk about akane so this was a fun one to answer!!#ask #akane aoi #terukane

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topguncortez · 2 years ago

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Bad Medicine | Chapter 14

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synopsis: The wedding between the Seresin mafia and the Santiago mafia has finally arrived. But what's a wedding without a little drama?

word count: 6.2k

warnings: PTSD, trauma, mentions of scars, mentions of murder, mentions of torture, torture, graphic character death, shootings, guns, blood, revenge plot, illusion of suicide, death.

“Rise and shine, cupcake!”

The dark room was infiltrated with light as the middle Santiago brother ripped the curtains open. Y/N let out a groan as the morning sun hit her directly in the face. Narciso didn’t seem to pay any mind to his sister as he opened the large bay window, taking a deep breath of the fresh air. Y/N turned her face away from the window, finding the spot next to her empty. She frowned and pushed herself up on her elbow finding a note addressed to her and a singular red rose on the bedside.

“Y/N!” Narciso clapped his hands, getting his sister’s attention.

“Sorry,” She said and looked over at him, “Actually, I’m not. What the hell are you doing?”

“I’m your maid of honor, for lack of a better word.” He smiled brightly.

“Who said that?”

“Me,” Narciso said, and walked over to her, and flung the rest of the blankets off of her, “I know you would much rather it be Mom and Sophie helping you, but I guess I’m third best. Besides, have you seen the way the other two dress. . . they need more help than us today, sis.”

“Thank you,” Y/N smiled and hugged her older brother.

“Any time,” Narcisosaid, wrapping an arm around her and squeezing gently, “Please have this be the last wedding though. I’m not sure if Dad’s pockets can afford another one.”

“I thought it was known that we marry for money in this family?” Y/N joked.

Narciso rolled his eyes, and helped her up from her bed. He led her down the hall towards Bob’s room, which was now turned into a makeshift glam room. Narciso had various stylists walking around the room setting up their makeup and hair stations. Y/N beamed brightly at her brother, as a woman came up and grabbed her hand, softly pulling her over to get working on her hair. Narciso smiled to himself and leaned against the door, watching his sister smile. It had been a long time since he had seen a genuine smile on her face.

— — — ♱♱♱ — — — ♱♱♱ — — —

Jake stood in the middle of the backyard as wedding planners were finishing their final touches on the altar and the rows of white chairs. At first, Jake thought that 200 chairs that were in a curved half circle was a bit extreme, but then he saw the final guest list, and suddenly worried if they had enough chairs. Everyone was coming to see the wedding of one of the most notorious mobsters in California. It was hard to believe that Jake Seresin, the ‘Hangman’, was getting married to the Don of Italy’s daughter.

And not just any Don of Italy’s daughter, Rafael Santiago’s daughter. The wild card. The damaged rose. Everyone thought after what had happened with Francisco, that the Don would’ve hid his daughter away. ‘Sent her to Rome to be a nun’ was the rumor that had floated around for several months until someone spotted her in that strip club back in New York. But now the rumor was that the Santiago girl had settled down, and was ready to be a wife.

“Care to tell me why I just found a book full of naughty pictures of my sister?” Gianni asked, shoving something against Jake’s chest. The blonde grunted and looked down at the scrapbook in his hands, “She told me to give this to you, didn’t say what it was, and now, I feel like I need to go stab my own eyes out.”

Jake chuckled and tucked the book under his arm, “Don’t you know not to open things that don’t belong to you?”

“Shut up, Seresin,” Gianni shoved him as he walked into the house, still grumbling about the photo album in Jake’s hands.

Jake looked around the backyard, taking in the smiles on everyone’s faces. There was a buzz in the air, the scent of excitement. The wedding wasn’t supposed to start for another four hours, but Jake felt ready to jump out of his skin. He had been woken up early this morning by Emile, and ushered down to his room at the opposite end of the house. Jake looked over his shoulder at the balcony, white curtains covered the french doors so he couldn’t see his bride inside.

Despite everyone's smiles, there was only one person who didn’t seem to have a joyous expression on their face. Jake had noticed that Bradley had an uneasy look on his face and had avoided looking him in the eye all morning. The mustached man was now wandering around from place to place, trying to find something to keep him busy. Bradley hated not having something to do, he was never the type to just and wait.

“Emile,” Jake called over to his maid, “Can you take this to my room? And tell the future missus thank you for the gift.” Emile nodded and took the book from him. Jake stuffed his hands into his pocket and walked over to Bradley, who was fiddling with a white bow on the back of one of the chairs, “Do you even know what you are doing?”

Bradley didn’t look up, but stopped his messing with the bow, “I think-”

“You’ve been avoiding me.”

“I have not-”

“Bradley,” Jake said sincerely.

Bradley sighed and looked up at the man he considered to be a brother, “I’m sorry.”

“Why?” Jake asked, crossing his arms over his chest. Bradley stood up from his crouching position and scratched the back of his neck. It is hard to describe Bradley as being small, but as he stood in front of Jake, avoiding his green eyes, Bradley did in fact look “small”. Jake could see a little boy who looked like he had just gotten caught stealing a cookie from the cookie jar.

“I. . . I thought maybe if I stay away from this one, I won’t mess it up.” Bradley mumbled, “I seem to be the angel of death,” Jake sighed and ran a hand through his hair, “I’m sorry for what I-”

“What happened with Natasha was not your fault,” Jake said, “You can’t help who you love.” Bradley looked up at his friend, “One of the things I will regret until my dying breath, was letting you believe that you are a monster, a killer.”

It had been one of the darkest times in Bradley’s life after betraying not only Jake, but the family that gave him so much when he had lost his own. Bradley hated that he had been so naive and had fallen in line right where Natasha wanted him. He knew that Jake could’ve killed him right then and there, laying his body out in cold blood like Natasha’s. However, Jake decided to show Bradley mercy. And every day Bradley felt like he had to figure out how to repay him somehow.

“I was already a monster,” Bradley looked at his hands. His hands were rough and calloused from years of working with his hands, “I don’t think I’ll ever get my happily ever after. No one can love the fucked up monster. I had that and-and I lost it.”

“Someone out there will,” Jake answered. He put his hand under Bradley’s chin and lifted it up, “I never blamed you for what happened. I just want you to forgive me, Bradley.”

“I forgave you years ago,” Bradley admitted, “I’m glad you found Y/N. . . or she found us, I guess. It’s been nice to have someone to take care of us. She. . . she reminds me of my mom, in a way.”

Jake smiled and hugged Bradley. Bradley sighed and melted into the hug, not realizing how much he needed the physical reassurance from the mafia leader. He had spent years watching his every move, careful of what Jake was doing. He always felt like there was a target on his back for a mistake he had made when he was young and stupid. But to have Jake tell him that he forgave him, felt like cinder blocks lifted off his shoulders.

Rooster pulled back from the hug, “I gotta get going. I want to stop by the hospital before this thing kicks off.”

“Hospital?” Jake asked.

“Yeah. . . check on Sophie,” A blush filled Bradley’s cheeks and Jake gave a singular nod.

“Check on her, huh?” A small smirk graced Jake’s lips and Bradley playfully shoved the man, “Alright, alright, give an update to Y/N please. I know she’s worried about Sophie.”

“I will,” Rooster nodded, and turned to walk in the house.

“Oh! And send my brother to me.” Rooster gave Jake a thumbs up before disappearing into the labyrinth that is the Seresin Mansion.

Jake took one last glance around the backyard before looking up at the balcony. He smiled seeing his wife standing in the doorway, looking out at the rose garden. She was wearing a white silk robe and her hair had been pinned back into an updo. She held a glass of champagne in her hands, her face was still makeup free. Jake loved when her face was bare, not hiding her scars from him. He looked at her face, memorizing every single line that adorned it.

Feeling his stare, Y/N looked from the sparkling white roses to her fiance. She gave him a soft smile and a small wave. He mouthed to her ‘I Love You’, and held his hand on his heart. Y/N nodded and whispered back the same three words. She then sent him a wink, as she turned around, untying her robe, and letting it cascade to the ground. Jake bit back a smirk, as he watched her naked body disappear into their room and the doors to the balcony shut.

“Some things will never change,” He mumbled to himself, fixing his dress pants. Jake looked over the backyard, looking at the altar, that in just a few moments he’d be standing under, holding hands with his wife. Jake smiled to himself, as he shook his head and looked down at his shoes. He couldn’t wait until he heard the words, ‘You may now kiss your wife’.

— — — ♱♱♱ — — — ♱♱♱ — — —

Y/N’s hands were shaking as she sat at her vanity, looking at herself in the mirror. She had been here before. It was giving her deja vu, sitting looking at herself in nothing but a strapless white lace bra, matching panties, her hair done and pinned back, and makeup done to the nines. Her scars had been covered, as if the past trauma had never happened to her. She could almost believe that her face was without any scarring, but she could still see some remnants of the angry skin left behind.

A knock at the door and a voice called out to her, snapping her from her warring thoughts, “Can I come in?”

“Yeah, Gio,” Y/N said, clearing her throat and reaching for her robe. She slipped it on her shoulders as Gianni walked through the door, a smile on his face.

“How are you doing?” He asked, sitting down on the edge of her bed.

“Want me to be honest?” She asked and he nodded, “I’m terrified,” Y/N looked up at her brother, tears threatening to spill from her eyes, “I just. . . I keep pinching myself, seeing if this is real. If I really am about to marry a man that I love, or if this is some sick joke.”

Gianni stood up from the bed and walked to her. He gently lifted her chin with his finger, “This is real. Nothing, and I mean, nothing, is going to hurt you.” Y/N nodded and Gianni’s face softened, “I will never forgive myself for not killing Francisco when I had a chance. I never-”

“It was on me,” Y/N said and dabbed under her eye, “I begged you to show him mercy. I thought that he would get the hint after what you did to him, but he’s a sick man.”

“And he’s a dead man, when we find him,” Gianni pulled her into a tight hug, “He will never, ever, hurt you again. You have my word.”

“Thank you, Gianni,” Y/N said, and he pressed a kiss to the top of her head. Another knock on the door separated the siblings. Y/N froze for a moment, hoping it wasn’t her soon to be husband trying to steal another look, “Who is it?”

“Bob,” A smile graced her face and Gianni nodded, turning and heading out the door. He patted Bob on the back, going down the hall to try and find Jake, and hopefully smoke a cigar with him before the wedding kicked off.

Y/N crossed her arms over her chest and nodded for Bob to come into her room. The blue eyed man quietly shut her bedroom door and walked right to her, not hesitating to give her a tight hug. Y/N let out a small sound, as he squeezed her. Out of all of the boys, Bob had been the only one who hadn’t touched her yet. She let out a sigh and settled into the hug, running her hand up and down his back.

“Thank you,” Bob mumbled.

“For what?” Y/N asked.

Bob pulled away, and she noticed he wasn’t wearing his glasses. She gently touched his cheek, running her thumb over the apple of his skin. He looked strikingly handsome with his ocean blue eyes. Y/N swore that she could even see what looked like waves in his eyes. The more that she looked at him, the more that she could see the similarities between him and Jake. They had the same blonde hair, and striking colored eyes. They also had the same half smile whenever they were trying to hide their blush.

“For giving me my brother back,” Bob said, “We used to be really close, when we were younger but. . . we grew apart after everything happened. And I am sorry he was so horrible to you when you first got here. I make no excuses for him, and I know he will spend the rest of his life apologizing to you for what he did. . . but he’s just been through so much. The both of you had. I think that’s what makes you two so perfect for each other.”

Y/N grabbed his hand, and squeezed it, “Thank you, Bob,” her voice cracked as she felt hot tears well up in her eyes.

“No! Don’t cry, Narciso will kill me,” Bob said, reaching into his pocket and pulling out kleenex, “I’m sorry for making you cry.”

“You didn’t,” Y/N said, “I always wanted to feel love like this. To be in a family who truly loves each other. You all might not have the perfect relationship, there might be buried skeletons and ghosts, but at the end of the day, you all love each other. And now, I finally get to experience that too.”

“You’ve always had that, Y/N. Might not have been displayed for the whole world to see, but it’s always been there,” Bob assured her.

“Excuse me, Mr. Floyd,” Emile said, knocking on the door, holding the white dress in her hand, “We need to get her dressed.” Bob smiled brightly, looking at Y/N. He kissed her cheek, whispering ‘good luck’ before walking out the door.

— — — ♱♱♱ — — — ♱♱♱ — — —

Jake was finishing up the final touches on his tux, when he heard a soft knock on the door, followed by his younger brother stepping into the room. He smiled at his brother and took a step back from the mirror and embraced him in a hug.

“She looks beautiful,” Bob said.

Jake pulled away from the hug. His smile was so bright he bet that he could power a whole dark city, “You saw her?”

Bob nodded, and put his hands into his pockets, “Yeah, stopped by her room on the way here. What did you want to see me for?”

Jake sucked in a breath and fiddled with his hands, “I want to apologize to you, for what I did, taking you away from MIT and forcing you into this family.”

“Oh, I forgave you for that a long while ago. I knew it was inevitable,” Bob shrugged.

“I still had no right to do that to you,” Jake said, “You were the one that had a chance at living a normal life, and I ruined that for you.”

Bob smiled shyly, looking down at his black dress shoes. Bob had constant dreams about living that kind of life, except they all ended the same way, with Jake showing up and tearing him away. Jake read his face and put the final touches on his tie, before stepping behind him, so Bob was standing directly in front of the full-length mirror. Jake’s hands went to his shirt and smoothed out the wrinkles and adjusted the tie.

“You know, out of the four of us, I always thought it was gonna be your wedding we go to first. You were the one who was gonna live that white picket fence life. Kids running around the front yard, and an apple pie on the kitchen table. Dad kinda set you up for all that,” Jake smiled.

“You know I won’t ever have that. . .” Bob sighed. Jake watched as his brother’s face fell, knowing exactly what he was talking about. It took Jake, his parents, and even Rooster to get Bob to stop searching for his lover. Bob had taken an unhealthy obsession with trying to find a ghost. He took a step away from Jake and walked towards the door, “She’s just gone, Jake, like she never even existed.”

“If there is anyone on this earth who can find her, it’s you, Bob,” Jake said truthfully.

“I’ve never stopped looking for her. But she’s just. . . gone, like a ghost.”

Jake chuckled and shoved his hands into his pockets, “No one just disappears Bobby, have you ever thought that you're over focussing, broaden your mind, you'll find her. Or maybe she'll find you.”

Bob nodded to himself and walked out of the bedroom door, leaving Jake alone with his thoughts. Jake sighed and sat down on his bed, looking around the room. It was pretty much bare now, all his belongings having been moved into the master bedroom with Y/N. He leaned over towards his bedside table, seeing an envelope addressed to him. He smiled as he picked it up and opened it.

“To my true soul,”

— — — ♱♱♱ — — — ♱♱♱ — — —

Her breath was in her throat. Everyone was waiting for her, the isles were lined with flowers, the bows on the backs of the chairs had been tied to perfection. The boys had already taken their spots at the altar, each of them wearing black tuxes with white button ups. Jake was the only one wearing an all black suit, as he bounced on the balls of his feet, trying to settle the nerves in his body. Javy couldn’t help but grab his friend's shoulders, shaking them, as a goofy smile spread on his face.

Y/N looked at herself in the mirror one last time, fixing up some flyaways in her hair. Her dress fit her perfectly, the lace laying on her smooth skin. Her hands were shaky as Emile handed her her flower bouquet. Emile quickly moved around her, fixing some things with her dress and veil. Y/N glanced at the doors in front of her, which were shut and a curtain drawn over them so no one could see her on the other side. Her heart pounded, knowing that right on the other side was her soon to be husband.

“You look perfect,” She said, fixing the veil on her shoulders, “He’s a lucky man.”

“I think I am the lucky one,” Y/N answered, as she took in a deep breath.

Emile smiled, “I always knew that you two would fall in love. Mr. Jacob is rough around the edges when you first meet, but he melts your heart. He melted mine, that’s for sure. Been taking care of all four of them since they were in trainers.”

“Thank you, Emile,” Y/N said genuinely. Emile nodded and kissed her forehead, as the door opened and her father walked in. Emile excused herself as the Don stepped over to his daughter, “Papa,”

“Y/N,” The Don responded. He held his hand out to her and she gently placed her hand in his. His hands were rough from years of working with his hands, but they were always warm and gave Y/N a sense of security, just like when she held his hand as a child, “You look perfect. A spitting image of your mother.”

“I wish she could be here,” Y/N spoke, tears filling her eyes.

“Oh, tesoro,” Rafael said, wiping her tears softly, “Don’t cry. She’s here, in your heart. She always has been.” Y/N nodded, and gripped her father’s arm tightly, “You ready?”

“Yeah,” She smiled, “Just don’t. . . don’t let me fall.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” The Don spoke. He nodded to the guards in front of him to open the doors that led to the garden.

Everyone’s eyes turned and looked at her. Everyone stood up as the pianist started playing the notes to ‘Turning Page’, the song Bob had picked out for them. Her steps faltered for a second, taking in the sight of all the eyes on her, and she squeezed Rafael’s arm. He patted her hand gently, reassuring her that he wasn’t going to fail her, not this time. She looked up at her dad, and Rafael felt a moment of deja vu. She was suddenly the five year old girl going to her first day of school, scared to go run with the other children, and searching for the okay to go.

“I’ve got you,” Rafael whispered to her, and Y/N nodded, the anxiety melting away. Y/N took a deep breath and looked back down the aisle at her Jake, who’s eyes were blurry with tears.

Jake’s eyes found hers in an instant, looking at her. No one else mattered but her, she was the only person Jake could see. Jake couldn’t help the tears that formed in his eyes as Y/N walked down the aisle towards him. Any anxiety he had about this moment melted away when she smiled at him. Javy gently nudged Jake and smiled at him. Bob had only seen this look in Jake’s eyes once before, and he was worried he’d never see that again. Bob was thanking the stars above that Jake had found his forever. The aisle seemed endlessly long as Y/N had finally made her way to Jake. Jake took a step down off the altar to take her from her father.

“Jacob,” Rafael whispered, “Take good care of my daughter.”

“I will protect her with my life,” Jake whispered back. The Don smiled and placed a kiss on Jake’s cheek. He turned to his daughter and placed a kiss on her cheek, before going to join his boys in the front row. Jake moved the veil from Y/N’s face and smiled at her.

“Hi,” She said softly.

“Hey,” He whispered back. He took her hand, and gently led her up the steps to stand in front of the priest. She passed her bouquet back to Narciso, and then grabbed both of Jake’s hands. He squeezed them gently, before turning his head towards the Priest.

“Ladies and gentlemen, you may be seated,” The Priest said, “We are gathered here today to witness the holy union between Y/N Santiago and Jacob Seresin. The love that has been granted upon them is obvious, as it surrounds not only them but all of us as well. If there is anyone who objects to these two being joined in the face of the Lord and become one within one another, please speak now, or forever hold your peace.”

Jake looked at Y/N and smiled, as they heard silence from the crowd. He grabbed her hand in his, running his thumb over the back of her hand. He opened his mouth to whisper something to her, when someone from the back of the crowd stood up and yelled:

“I object!”

Jake’s head snapped towards the sound, his jaw dropping slightly, “Natasha?”

Y/N’s heart was beating erratically as she looked at the woman that had haunted her husband’s dreams. Y/N went to take a step forward when a loud gun shot rang out. Jake quickly grabbed her hand to pull her back to him as screams filled the crowd, but Y/N was frozen in place as she looked down at the growing red spot seeping through her white dress.

“Y/N. . .” Jake whimpered out, as he helped her down to the ground before she could collapse.

The single shot was followed by rapid gunfire, as screams and cries filled the air, people immediately running for the quickest cover they could find. Jake looked up to where Natasha was standing, watching her make her way towards him. He felt sick as he looked down at his wife, his hands going to her midsection, standing them with crimson. When he looked back up, Natasha was gone.

Rafael tried to push through the guards, but they pushed the mafia leader away, trying to get him to safety. He tried his best to fight against them, but he was no match against Paulo and Narciso’s strength as they pushed him towards the house. Rooster and Gianni grabbed the guns from their waist bands and took off, looking for the source of the gunfire.

“Jake,” Her small voice drew Jake’s attention back to her. He sucked in a breath as the color was gone from her face. Jake looked back up briefly, seeing Natasha standing in front of him, a sick smirk on her face. He blinked a couple times, and again, she was gone. The sound of coughing made Jake look back down at his bride, watching as pink froth left her lips. He adjusted her in his arms, helping her sit up a bit. He knew that gunshot wounds to the stomach were an awful way to die. Slowly, your body positioned itself as the toxins from your intestines leaked into your blood.

What the fuck, Jacob, he thought, shaking his head again, “Help me!” Jake yelled out to anyone who was near.

“J-Jake,” Y/N stuttered out, her hands going on top of his as a way to add more pressure to the growing wound. Her body felt searing hot, as she tried to push herself up. Her mind was clouded over with the pain, that nothing made sense. Who could have done this? Why would someone want to hurt us like this?

“I don’t want to die, Jake.”

Bob and Javy ran in towards the house, both their guns drawn as they frantically looked around. Bob spotted him first, pointing out the man dressed in all black, running towards the front gate. Both the men went running after him, firing their weapons, trying to hit him. Bob was fast, his long legs carrying him towards the perpetrator quickly. He tackled them to the ground, both of them falling with a grunt. Bob took the blunt end of his gun and struck him in the face, making the man grunt.

“Cease fire!” Bob yelled, “I got him! I got him!”

The gunfire ceased as Rooster and Gianni both ran in the house towards Bob, to help him gather whoever was the cause of this. Rooster helped Bob stand the perpetrator to his feet, taking his belt and using it as makeshift handcuffs until they could get him into the chamber. Gianni saw nothing but red, as soon as he laid eyes on the perpetrator’s face. Gianni took his fist and struck him in the jaw, making the perp sag a bit in Rooster and Bob’s hold.

“Fuck!” He grunted, “Nice to see you too, Gianni.”

“You’re going to fucking burn, Francisco,”

“Promise?” Francisco smirked.

“Get him to the fucking chamber,” Javy demanded.

The backyard was silent as the smoke and dust cleared, leaving behind debris in its wake of tipped over chairs, articles of clothing, broken flower vases and bullet shells. Jake slowly rocked Y/N back and forth, holding her close. His hands did the best they could to stop the blood from escaping from her body. Usually the sight of blood didn’t bother him, but there was something about seeing the dark red stain, the perfect white of her dress, that made him sick.

“J-Jake. . .” Y/N called out to him. Jake laced their fingers together, the blood making their fingers stick together, “I-I don’t want-“

“Shh baby, shh,” Jake cried, wiping the tears from her face, “Help me! Somebody! Help!” She groaned in pain as Jake jolted her slightly. Jake quit moving and kissed her forehead, “It’ll be okay. I promise.” Y/N nodded weakly as Jake held her, “Help!”

“I-it h-hurts.”

Jake looked down at her, taking in the sight of her. He knew there was nothing anyone could do, and he knew that she knew it too. He held her close and rocked her gently. Her usual tan skin was now pale. The midsection of her dress was almost completely red. Jake hated it.

“I’m right here, okay. I’m not gonna go anywhere.”

Her mind was in a limbo of wanting to accept death, accept what was going to happen to her or to fight against it to live. This couldn’t be her ending. Not now, not that she had made amends with those who hurt her. Not when she just found her true love, her true happiness. She had faced death before, and welcomed it before. But now, seeping into that black abyss was terrifying. Going into an undiscovered place, alone, was worse than bleeding out in her lover’s arms.

“I’m scared, Jake. . . I don’t want to die yet,” She sobbed out, her eyes locked on the sky above her. Jake had made a promise to her to never let her be scared again, not while his heart was still beating in his chest.

“Don’t be, it’ll be okay, baby, it’ll all be okay,” Jake said softly, “You go, okay. Don’t be scared, I’ll be right there.”

Y/N nodded, her body growing weaker and weaker. It was like the pull of a tide, pulling her further and further into a deep abyss. Jake watched her features, watched as her chest rose and fell, and froze. Her eyes, the usual honey brown, grew cold and her face froze in a forever look of fear. Jake looked up at the sky, letting his tears fall, and soft sobs left his pink lips. He looked down at the girl in his arms, and brought a shaky hand to her face to close her eyes.

“I love you. . . I love you,” Jake said and kissed her cheek. He looked around the whole backyard before bringing her body into his and letting out a loud scream of agony. Javy, Bob and Rooster watched from inside the house as Jake let out his emotions. Bob couldn’t help but shed tears at the anguishing sounds leaving Jake’s lips. They had never seen him like this, not even after Natasha.

Paulo and Narciso had to physically hold their father up from crashing to the ground. Rafael let out a loud sob, as he watched his only daughter’s life leave her body. Gianni clenched his jaw, looking from the scene, down to his shoes. Gianni was known as The Santiago with no emotion, but he couldn’t help the tears that fell from his eyes. He had devoted much of his adult life to protecting his baby sister, and now he watched as he had failed her yet again. He wiped his tears quickly and turned on his heel walking towards the chamber that had taken Francisco.

“Stop him,” Rafael said, fearing for what his son was going to do.

Paulo shook his head, “He’ll be fine. He needs this.”

Jake gently laid Y/N’s body on the ground and placed her hands on her belly, trying to cover the bullet wound the best he could. He grabbed the discarded bouquet from earlier, placed it in her hands and kissed her before standing up and marching into the house. The three other boys moved out of his way as he walked straight into the chamber. The other boys shared a look before following Jake down to the chamber.

Gianni was already beating up Francisco when Jake got down there, the man was chained up by his wrists, as Gianni delivered blow after blow to his face. Francisco looked up at Gianni, as he held him by the back of his head, his brass knuckles shining with blood already.

“I didn’t know you were capable of emotions,” Francisco smiled, as Gianni reeled his fist back and delivered another punch.

“Enough,” Jake said as he walked in. Gianni nodded, dropping Francisco’s head and stepping away from the battered man.

“Got what you wanted? A good wedding?” Francisco asked with a smirk. Jake didn’t say anything as he growled, walked over to Francisco, grabbing him by the throat. Jake could feel the crush of his hyoid bone under his hand. Francisco’s neck and face turned red as his air supply was slowly being cut off.

“You’re fucking sick. Thinking you can get away with shit you’ve done. Killing my wife.” Jake said through a clenched jaw.

“If I'm sick, what does that make you? You’re not some fucking saint. You hurt her too. Difference is I taught her a lesson. I’m a sinner with a reason.”

Jake pressed down harder on his neck again, “We’re both going to hell. But I’m going to fucking kill you, and it’s going to be so fucking euphoric to watch you die slowly.”

“Give it to me. Kill me! SHOW ME WHO THE FUCK HANGMAN REALLY IS!!” Francisco yelled.

Jake stepped back, and raised his gun and pointed it in between Francisco’s eyes. He cocked it, and then closed his eyes. Images of the early morning he had shared with Y/N filled his mind. Jake closed his eyes, soaking in the vision of her. Her smile as he got down on one knee and finally proposed to her. Her soft voice as she sang to him. And her heartbeat, pumping in her chest, letting the blood flow throughout her body. Now she laid on the concrete, her blood shed and her body cold.

Jake opened his eyes, letting the tears run down his face. He lowered his gun and handed it to Bob, who stood behind him. Bob looked at him confused as Jake took a step towards Francisco.

“The reaper had mercy,” Jake whispered, placing a kiss on Francisco’s cheek.

The men all looked at Jake, unsure of what the mafia leader was doing. Not once had they ever seen Jake back down from killing someone, especially someone who had hurt him like this. Jake walked over to his brothers, and hugged them each starting with Bob.

“You’ll find her, I know you will,” Jake said to him. He then hugged Javy, “Take care of them when they hear, you’ve always liked you more than me.” He spoke in his best friend's ear.

When Jake got to Rooster, he held him tightly in his arms. Jake whispered in his ear, and Rooster’s eyes widened. He went to pull back from the hug, but Jake placed his hand on his head, keeping him still until he was done talking. Rooster bit his lip, trying to suppress the sob building in his throat. Jake placed a kiss on his cheek as he pulled away from the hug.

Jake didn’t say anything else to them but just nodded, before ascending up the stairs.

“What a fucking puss-”

The shot that rang out caused Francisco’s head to knock back and then forward, showering brain matter and blood along the walls. Rooster lowered his gun and handed it to Javy, feeling disgusted by what he just did. Rooster instructed the guards to clean the mess up and place Francisco in a shallow grave.

“Wait,” Gianni said, holding his hand up. He drew the knife from his pocket and walked over to Francisco’s dead body. He leaned his head back, and flicked open the pocket knife. Gianni clenched his jaw as he carved a jagged scar down the dead man’s face, “I hope you rot in hell,” Gianni released Francisco’s head, watching the blood drip from the cut. He took a step back and spit on his corpse. They watched as Gianni walked up the stairs, exiting the chamber to go be with his family.

The three Seresin family members stood in silence, listening to the blood drop from the dead body. Javy looked around at Bob, who’s eyes were trained on the stairs Jake had just walked up.

“What do we do now?” Javy asked. Bob opened his mouth to speak when another gunshot went off. He jumped and let out a soft gasp, as he licked his lips and bowed his head. The realization washed over him that he was now head of the family.

“We drink.”

Fin.

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note: does it make you feel better if I say that there will be an epilogue AND a sequel??? no??? okay. . .

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dimicul · 7 months ago

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I’d like to think Simon’s first ‘girlfriend’ was purely on accident.

Ink stained fingers, scratched up beaten palms - he has his hands around a paperback book he had been eyeing for weeks now. He’s not one to steal, he knows from his right and his wrongs - Simon doesn’t see anything wrong with sitting idly on the stairs of an empty hallway, nose in the dusty pages.

It’s his retreat. From the world, from his classmates, from home. Letting his blackened eyes skim over the words slowly, the worlds and wonders of sci-fi alien ships and snotty romances blurring his reality for only a few hours. Maybe it was a bit sad - he didn’t want to go out and kick the ball around for lunch, instead he wanted to draw his knees into his chest and read the rest of this Dickens paperback. Peace and quiet.

It’s not until a girlish, skittish voice echoes from the top of the stairs. Simon’s always been someone on high alert, having to live life on ‘fight or flight’ mode. His shoulders tense, head peering up, tightening his hold on the pages. A girl. Simon scrunched his nose up. Most of the girls in his class were annoyingly cheery or just painstakingly shy, but Simon was also aware nobody really wanted to be friends with the quiet boy with purple and blue-ish hues on his skin.

“‘M just gonn’a wash my hands!” The voice calls out to someone before they rush down the stairs, the tapping of their kickers hitting the concrete steps. Lisa Wright. Small, skinny little girl with knobbly knees and black unruly curls. Simon feels like a deer caught in headlights when her bright expression flickers to his. Lisa smiles, an unusually warm one that softens when her gaze flickers to the book in his palm. Instantly, he shuts it away, expression souring.

“Lads like you don’t read, Simon. Ye’ too fuckin’ thick.”

It hits him like a wave of nausea. His teachers didn’t care if he read, in fact they said he was reading at a higher level than most people, but he didn’t know Lisa. Small Lisa with her baby pink chipped nails and pain splattered clothes. Somehow messy but put together, like her parents cared enough to iron her clothes and kiss her to bed.

A week passes after their weird stare off, and she’s somehow always finding him - well, that was what Simon was in disbelief about, but the girl can’t help but giggle - “You’re always sat there!”

A few weeks pass, Lisa is stopping now. To talk to him. It’s stupid little questions, about their maths homework or about the cartoon character on his school bag, and Simon is left with his ears burning red at the tips. Lisa Wright was a kooky, crazed girl with no awareness whatsoever, and Simon was left wondering why he was starting to look forward to speaking to her.

“You still haven’t finished that book.” Lisa had said in a matter-of-fact tone, looking up from the plush carpet under them. Their English teacher had let Simon sleep on the rug for an hour before lesson. He knew the bruises were getting worse, he could feel a sharp shooting pain every time he nudged his back up, but when Lisa opens her mouth he’s found himself to be distracted. Like she sees past the black smudged under his eyes, the crinkled uniform, sullied skin.

“It’s long.” The young boy mumbled, rubbing his eyes. He sits up warily, eyes flittering to the book in her hands.

“What are you doing?” Simon freezes, heart jackhammering in his chest - he lunges forward and snatches the Dickens book out of her tan palms. It was his - his property, and she had been holding it all wrong -

“I just wanted to read it!”

“Then don’t break it.” He grumbled back, fingers tracing the binding.

“I didn’t.” Lisa insisted, her eyes rolling back dramatically. Simon knows if he had done the same thing at home, his parents wouldn’t have approved. Simon sighs, and points to the binding.

“You can’t hold it like that - you gotta be car’ful with the pages.”

Lisa copies his movements. She holds it gently, finger tips brushing against the pages. When he nods, much to her delight, she beams.

The next day Lisa was carrying a book.

“Look! I told my mum ‘an I wanted to read like you!” She bubbles, pointing at the cover when they’re situated on the carpet again. It’s hard for him to look up with the searing pain in his neck but he nods, cheeks flaring up. Roald Dahl book. James and the Giant Peach.

“I didn’t like that one.” Simon mutters, playing with the loose thread on his school trousers.

“Why?”

Simon shrugs, almost embarrassed. “‘S scary.”

When her eyes light up with amusement, lips drawing into a grin, Simon flushes again and grips the plush pillow beside him. Lisa is giggling a little. She was making fun of him. Of course she was. I mean, she was Lisa Wright, with her all her preppy little friends and colourful beads in her curls - why would she wanna be friends with someone like him? A good for nothing twat who’s scared of books. Simon tenses his jaw so hard he can hear it crack.

“That’s okay. You don’t have to be scared.”

Obviously, it takes him by surprise. He’s never been told that. Never really felt it either. But the next day, when school ends and he’s sat perched on the office waiting chairs, slumped with his school bag alone because mum had forgotten to pick him up again, he understood. He doesn’t have to be scared with Lisa.

Lisa and her mum pick him up instead. He’s sat bright red in the back of a white Corsa - feeling a little grubby to be in the plush seats - listening to Lisa beg and beg for him to stay. “Just for tea!” she says.

He didn’t have to be scared. Not when Lisa’s big dog jumped up at him and his arms go to protect him instinctively, because the girl is calming the canine down and coaxing him with a smile. He didn’t need to be afraid when Lisa’s mum bombards him with questions about his mum, or his scars - the girl is lying for him, telling her it was football.

“Is your mum nice?”

Simon looks up from the faded comic in his hands, fingertips stained from blueberry sherbet sweets. His mum used to be nice. She used to sing and dance clumsily to Just Dance, pulling Simon in to join her, peppering him with kisses when they’re done, sweaty and happy. But now all she did was sleep, and if it wasn’t that, it was yelling. At him. At anyone.

He was too young to understand at the time. She was absent from parents evenings, forgetting to pick him up, neglecting the house work. He missed his mum - the once bright and lively woman he could trust. Now, he can’t even run behind her legs when Dad was drunk.

“Sometimes.” Simon says quietly, the shame burning in his throat. Perhaps Lisa had realised, and he had to give her credit for being so perceptive. But he hated it. Simon didn’t need pity, he didn’t want it.

“Well, I think you’re really nice.”

“Don’t care.” He grits out. His ears redden.

A beat passes, and she’s tilting her big brown eyes up at him. Simon realises how similiar she is to her mum.

“Are you my boyfriend?”

“No!”

“Mum has one. His name is James. He taught me how to chop fire. But sometimes, they kiss ‘nd stuff.” Lisa’s button nose scrunched up and Simon feels himself becoming a beetroot.

“Well, I don’t wanna be yours!”

“Oh.” Lisa slumps her shoulders, almost looking a bit confused. Simon shouldn’t have come here. He blows out a breath of frustration, adjusting the blue collared shirt around him.

“Is it because I can’t read?”

Simon frowns. He’s not sure of Lisa is pulling his leg, but judging on her purely puzzled face, she seems to be genuine. “You.. can’t?”

Lisa nods. “Not like you can. ‘M too daft to read. The words go all weird.”

The cogs in Simon’s brain are cranking, her words igniting something familiar. He thrusts the comic towards her. “G’won, read that.”

“No!”

“What, you scared?” Simon sneers at her outraged expression. She’s rolling her eyes again, something she knew got on his nerves.

“You’re the one scared of a peach!”

His expression goes stony. Lisa narrows her eyes and glares at him before grabbing the comic harshly, brown eyes bobbing up and down the pages.

“Bhaat… man. Batman.” Lisa sounds out. Simon snorts.

“You’re really that bad?”

“Goooth.. Ghootam.. Goothum..”

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#young simon riley #childhood #simon riley #cod modern warfare #captain price #ghost #fluff #angst #soap #cod #blurb #child!simon

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biancadjarin · 2 years ago

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Random Eddie x soft!shy!crybaby! fem reader thoughts:

no warnings, mostly fluff, a little cursing and some sadder moments.🦋☁️🎲💕🎀🤍🫧

Sitting in on a hellfire meeting, Eddie being his usual intimidating self at the beginning, the room tense as the kids roll and lose hit points to whatever monster Eddie has picked this week. Eddie pulled a chair up for you next to his throne, your knees touching comfortably as he sits with his thighs spread, his left hand resting on your thigh, thumb rubbing little circles on your skin. He gets distracted a couple times, his thumb pausing. You give him a little whine as you shake your leg, making him smile softly, eyes still on the game, his thumb resuming. You weave your arm through his as it rests on the table, your cheek nuzzling on his upper arm, the ends of your lashes tickling the skin where his sleeves have been rolled up as you read the binder in front of him (even though it might as well be in another language).

You sit and listen, all this d&d stuff new to you. You giggle when Dustin throws a can of Pepsi across the room when he loses his last hit point. Mike groaning and Gareth doubling over as Erica kicks him while he’s down with a “I thought you were supposed to be good at this.” You give him a sympathetic look, “I think you did great Dusty! You’re so brave to use your enchanted cross bow against the evil wizard.” He blushes, not used to talking to an older, pretty girl. “Maybe I can roll the next round Eddie?” You ask him, eyes pleading. “Think I could help! Would that be ok everyone?” You look to the group. They’re unsure what to say, knowing you technically can’t play without a character/class/level. But Eddie pets your hair, his hand resting at the back of your neck. “Course angel. These guys could really use your help.” He says, his eyes speaking to the rest of the kids, just go along with it. When it’s your turn, you shake the dice in your small hands, tossing them gently onto the table. “Oooh an eleven.” Mike says. You look at Eddie, bottom lip jutting out as your eyebrows start to pull in. “S’that mean I didn’t help?” Eddie turns in his chair, his hands coming up to rub up and down your naked arms. “No no baby, you got him! Took away a shit load of his health, wow you’re a natural!” He beams.

Eddie gets more animated as the game goes on, his hair flying around his face, eyes darting towards you and cheeks blushing a cherry blossom pink when he starts doing character’s voices. You giggle and look around, everyone enthralled and hanging on Eddie’s every syllable. The way he holds their attention and has them at the edge of their seat makes your stomach flutter. It’s so opposite of yourself. You hate being the center of attention, having all eyes on you. You’re sweet and shy and naïve, all frills and lace, short white pleated skirt and maryjanes a stark contrast to Eddie’s leather jacket (which you have draped over your shoulders) and combat boots.

You haven’t been seeing Eddie for very long, him inviting you to sit in on HF is a pretty big step for him. He’s used to getting called a freak and nerdy but you don’t judge him or make fun of his interests. You’re supportive of it because it makes him so happy. And he’s made such strong friendships, even mentorships with the younger members. You’d never imagined this intimidating guy would be so kind and gentle when you first met him but he shows you his real sides. Tells you secrets no one else knows, whispering as you both lay on your bed after hellfire, his leg draped over yours as he lays on his side, the callused tips of his soft fingers tracing shapes into your tummy. His eyes search yours, worried that you’ll stop liking him after he lays it all out for you. He’s used to people leaving. People not thinking he’s smart enough, nice enough, cool enough. Lovable enough. “You can tell me anything Eddie. Could never make me change my mind about you.” You whisper as you feel your nose start to tingle with the beginning of tears. It’s too soon to call this love. But what else would you call this feeling? Thinking of him ever being in pain breaks your heart. He shows you a scar he has on his knee. “My dad and I were on a camping trip.” He smiles at the memory, eyes scanning around your pink bedroom. “That was the first time he took me fishing. Showed me how to catch it, filet it, all that. We used to go fishing a lot when I was little and then I got older and he started…” he drifts off, taking a deep breath. “Anyway, I caught one, this big sucker, took me forever to reel him in. Then when I got him, I ran to show my dad and tripped and sliced my leg on an old branch.” He says, as he traces his fingers over the raised pink scar. Your bottom lip juts out, eyes welling up. “Wha? What’s wrong baby? Did I say something?” He asks leaning up to rest on his elbow, his hand cupping your warm cheek and swiping a tear away. “I just hate that you got hurt Eddie.” You say, voice wobbling as the tears start to flow. “Oh, angel. It was a long time ago. Doesn’t hurt anymore.” “Well it did then! And I wasn’t there to comfort you! Poor little Eddie!” You cry. He smiles and laughs softly, pulling you into his chest for a hug, your tears leaving little wet dots on his white shirt. “Everything I’ve gone through, every scar, every bad memory. I’d relive it all if it means I get to have you. Cause you’re here now. And I’m never letting you go.”

Also! Laying your head on Eddie’s lap as you watch tv in the living room of his trailer. You’re watching Family Ties, Alex Keaton is confiding in his parents about the girl he has a crush on at school. You feel a wet droplet hit your cheek, your hand coming up to touch it before realizing it’s source. Eddie’s wiping his eyes, trying to hide that he’s tearing up at the silly sitcom. You sit up, hands coming up to cradle his cheeks, your eyes pleading with him to open up. “S’just…” he starts, “it’s hard sometimes. To watch these normal families. I have Wayne, I know and he’s given me everything he can, he’s a good man.” His voice wobbles. “But I spent so many days just wishing I had that ya know? What Alex P. fuckin’ Keaton has.” He laughs as he looks at the button up wearing boy. You crawl into his lap and pull him into a hug, nuzzling your face into his neck. You begin to daydream about what Eddie will be like as a dad. Maybe he’ll be just like a sitcom dad, always home for dinner, loving to his family, the whole thing. He’ll give your kids what he never had.

🥹

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whatstruthgottodowithit · 11 months ago

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Top of the List [Part Three]

Fandom: Elvis Presley, American Musician

Pairing: Elvis Presley x Addison Goodwin

Characters: Elvis Presley, Addison Goodwin, Jessie Goodwin, Lisa Marie Presley, Original Female Character, Original Male Character, Jerry Schilling, Marci Cunningham, Colonel Parker [Mentioned], Joe Goodwin

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 2798 of 9639

Summary: When you’re a kid writing a Christmas list is simple; toys and lots of them. As you get older however the wishes start to change and with a life as complicated as the Goodwin-Presleys those wants aren’t always easy to come by. For Addison it’s a family. For Jess answers. And for Elvis, well, as long as he’s got his girls he doesn’t have to wish for a damn thing.

Tags/Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Kissing, Sex, Penatrative Sex, Vaginal Sex, Unprotected Sex, Handjobs, Morning Sex, Mentions of Death, Grief, Grieving, Absent Father, Single Parent, Working Parent, Christmas Day, Secrets, Festive Period, Teen Angst, Moods, Fingering, Christmas Morning, Kids on Christmas, Magic of Christmas

Notes: Okay so I’d been planning these as two separate fics but I decided to put them together because they parallel each other so well. All of them wanting something etc etc

I did want to make it sorta ghosts of Christmas past, present and future but working out the timelines of how to establish everything was too hard.

PART ONE // PART TWO // PART THREE

ELVIS & ADDISON MASTERPOST // TAG LIST

Elvis was a deep sleeper; he always had been, even as a kid, as evidenced by the fact he’d used to have to spend every night in his parents bed to stop him from wandering off, deep in slumber and unawakenable to the outside world. So the thud of the padded door hitting his bedroom wall must’ve had quite some force on it because it was enough to pull him from sleep immediately, as was the caterwaul of his youngest daughter as she announced it was Christmas to the room before immediately appearing in front of him, a flurry of red pyjamas and blonde locks as she clambered on the bed.

‘It’s Christmas!’ she shouted, her blue eyes wide and bright as she clambered on him, her little limbs surprisingly pointy as they pierced his torso through the comforter.

‘Ya don’t say,’ Elvis chuckled, pulling her to slip in beside him and Addison, who was now stirring from sleep herself, a smile on her face and her eyes bleary.

‘I tried keeping her entertained as long as I could,’ his other daughter, Jess, said, appearing in a less chaotic fashion as she perched herself on the bed by his feet.

‘It’s okay,’ Elvis said, ‘Merry Christmas honey.’

‘Merry Christmas,’ Jess smiled, ‘Merry Christmas mom.’

‘Merry Christmas baby,’ Addison yawned, though the holiday greeting she’d had locked and loaded for her husband, who was watching her with a smile, was abruptly ripped away as Lisa decided they’d spent far too much time chatting about trivial things and instead attempted to steer them back to the crux of the issue.

'Addie, guess what?’ she said, looking up at her stepmother with a beaming smile.

‘What sweetie?’ Addison said.

‘Santa left me a stocking full of stuff by my bed! Jessie too!’ Lisa beamed.

‘Really? Wow!’ Addison smiled.

‘Is that why you’ve already got chocolate around your mouth buttonhead?’ Elvis chuckled, swiping at the corners of her lips with his thumb, though she fended him off pulling out from his grasp until she was beside her sister, where Jess remained calm and collected, Lisa stayed on her knees like a runner at the starting piston, ready to take off just as soon as the gun went off.

‘Did you guys open your stockings then?’ Addison asked, shifting towards Elvis now that there was a gap between them, his warmth inviting even though it couldn’t be any cooler than forty degrees outside.

‘Yeah, Santa really went all out this year, huh?’ Jess said quirking an eyebrow at her mother who rolled her eyes.

‘Yeah, those elves must’ve been worked to the bone, right E?’ Addison said with a giggle. Elvis shrugged, ‘what can I say? Santa’s obviously seen just how good you kids have been this year.’

‘Well you can’t argue with that right mom,’ Jess giggled.

‘Try arguing with him when he’s got his chequebook out,’ Addison said.

‘If anyone can it’s you,’ Elvis whispered in her ear, his thumb dancing underneath the t-shirt she was wearing, the soft skin of her waist warm against his hand.

‘Have you and daddy not been good?’ Lisa said, again seemingly unbothered by the topic of conversation, her mind elsewhere as she scanned the room, looking for something.

‘What do you mean baby?’ Elvis asked.

‘You and Addie didn’t get stockings,’ she said, looking at them with wide-eyed worry.

‘That’s cos theirs are downstairs remember,’ Jess said, vanquishing the worry from her sister’s eyes as she touched her shoulder gently.

'Yeah, me and your daddy left ours by the fire place,’ Addison said.

‘Oh yeah, they’re with the other presents,’ Lisa said, realisation settling her apparent nerves though they mounted again as Elvis’ face fell into an expression of suspicion, his eyes narrowing as he said, ‘and just how do you know there’s other presents?’

‘We...uh don’t,’ Lisa said, her little face just as embarrassed as her sister sitting next to her though distinctly more worried.

‘C'mon now Yisa, ya ain’t gonna lie to your daddy on Christmas now are you,’ Elvis said sternly.

Addison watched as her little face grew panicked and was half inclined to put her out of her misery, her young mind no doubt panicking she’d found herself where no kid wanted to be on Christmas morning, in trouble, but Elvis seemed to be in a jovial mood and as always when he was happy he liked to tease.

‘I’m not lying!' Lisa protested, genuine worry brooding behind her cute features as she doubled down on her fib. Fortunately for Addison though Jess intervened before the pair of them could go too far as she said, ‘it’s not her fault. It’s mine but we just had a peep.’

‘Jessie Jo!’ Addison giggled.

‘Hey I kept her from opening them at least!’ Jess protested.

‘We did read all the tags though! The biggest ones for me!’ Lisa giggled, making Elvis chuckle.

‘And here I was thinking you might be too old for all this Christmas excitement,’ Addison mused.

‘Never too old right sweetheart,’ Elvis said, nudging her with his foot as she rolled her eyes.

‘Well we might all be too old if we stay up here any longer,’ Addison said, leaning up from where she was nestled against Elvis, ‘go on. You guys head downstairs; we’ll be down in a minute.’

Lisa didn’t need telling twice and took off like a speeding bullet, heading to the door with Jess following quietly behind her. Addison rubbed her eyes as they left her, all the excitement having zapped her of the little energy she’d accrued between now and two am when she and Elvis had finally gotten to bed, more excited than the kids as they spent the night putting presents under the tree and eating Santa’s cookies. Her past Christmases had never been bad. She’d always tried her hardest to make Jess’ Christmases magical, but she couldn’t deny that this one felt different. She’d enjoyed not having to worry about the cost of things as they picked out presents for the girls. She’d liked watching Elvis and the girls cuddle on the couch watching endless holiday movies. She’d enjoyed telling him about their past Christmases, even showing him a stack of photos she’d crammed in one of the countless boxes they’d yet to unpack from the old house. And most of all she’d enjoyed that there’d been no rush to any of it. There’d been no worry or stress to any of it because as of the twentieth of December Elvis was a free man. They’d be heading into 1974 free of the Colonel. Free of ties and commitments. Free to be a family.

‘Don’t be too long you two,’ Jess said as she got to the door, eyeing her parents though she knew it was probably fruitless. As much as she loved him she’d come to find out that everything at Graceland moved at Elvis’ pace and as he eyed her mother adoringly she figured they’d not be in as much of a hurry as her sister had been to get downstairs.

‘We won’t,’ Elvis said as she shuffled out the door, calling to her before she disappeared, ‘hey why don’t ya go and wake Uncle Jer up!’

As the door clicked closed he sat up, placing a kiss on his wife to be’s forehead as he mumbled, ‘merry Christmas.’

‘Merry Christmas,’ Addison smiled against his neck, pulling back to find him watching her with a matching grin.

‘How long do you think we have before they get too excited and open them all?’ Elvis mused.

‘I’m surprised they’ve held off this long,’ Addison giggled.

‘Well we can thank Jess for that,’ he teased, ‘keeping everyone in line. She’s a mini you.’

‘Oh I don’t know five-year-old Jess would’ve given Lisa a run for her money,’ Addison mused, running her fingers along his jaw until her hand settled at the nape of his neck, teasing the hair that danced along it, well due a trim, though she quite liked the bit of length to it now that she’d become acclimatised to it.

‘That so,’ Elvis mused, leaning in till their noses were touching before he captured her lips softly in his. It was gentle at first, the pair of them too tired for a frantic rush of lust but there was a definite force to his movements as he pushed her back draping himself over her as he kissed her deeply.

‘Elvis,’ she whispered breathily as they came up for air, the throb in her core almost painful as his hand trailed down her torso, his thumb teasing her hardened nipple through the cotton of her shirt.

‘What?’ he breathed, a teasing smile back on his face.

‘We haven’t time,’ she whispered, the sounds of the kids downstairs somehow louder now that she thought about it.

‘The hell we ain’t,’ Elvis said, kissing her again as he palmed at her, his fingers dancing underneath the cotton of her shirt, teasing along the waistband of her pants.

‘Everyone’s…gonna…be waiting,’ she protested, her words punctuated by heavy breaths as his mouth migrated down her jaw, nipping and sucking along her neck as his fingers breached her pants, teasing through her slick slowly.

‘Let ‘em,’ he grunted, moving his hips against her thigh in the desperate need for some friction against his rigid cock.

‘And when the kids come barging in?’ Addison asked, trying to keep a level head though that thought was quickly snatched away as the fingers that had been teasing her breached her entrance, going deeper than expected given that the chunky rings she’d become used to were gathered on the nightstand beside them, not that her body gave little resistance anyway, ‘oh fuck.’

‘See,’ Elvis groaned, ‘besides that’s what Uncle Jer is for.’

She was panting now, grinding her hips against his hand in a way he envied, given that the silk of his pants was barely giving him any sensation. Not what he was craving at least.

‘C’mon,’ he said, peppering kisses along her jawline. He knew if he could get her out of her head, if he could make her feel good enough she’d yield to him. This was their first Christmas together, properly together. There was no worries, no impending doom, just them and their girls. And though he’d loved spending time with the girls and seeing their little faces light up with the holiday spirit, he’d loved having Addison to himself too. He knew it was probably not the time. That they should’ve headed downstairs to where the kids were waiting, Lisa no doubt bouncing off the walls with excitement, hauling everyone out of bed so that they were up and ready for when the pair of them decided to go downstairs, but he couldn’t help himself. They’d been too tired to even contemplate anything as they fell into bed last night and they’d no doubt get no time together throughout the day given that Addison had a way of being needed by everyone that rivalled even his penchant for commanding attention. So whilst they had time to breathe he was going to indulge, it was Christmas after all.

‘Five minutes,’ he said, smiling against her skin as he felt her crack an eye open.

‘That all it takes ya these days?’ she teased as he pulled back, pressing a chaste kiss to her lips. She was teasing him, which was foolish really given the whimper he emitted from her lips as his fingers curled against her, ‘I’d say I’d need less than five.’

‘Fuck Elvis,’ she whimpered, her fingers knotting in his hair as he moved quicker against her, allowing her to grind against the heel of his hand, the pressure against her clit making her offer breathy moans out to the room before she stifled them by kissing him.

‘Oh God,’ she panted, any thought of the kids gone as she chased a high she hadn’t even been thinking about ten minutes ago.

‘That’s it baby,’ he encouraged, careful not to change anything should it steal the moment from her.

‘Right there,’ she said before she squoze her thighs together, trembling around his trapped hand as she came undone beneath him. He waited for those hazel eyes to find him, hooded and lustful, before they came down from the high she’d been on, ready for more. And like his daughter, Elvis didn’t need to be told twice. He was careful not to be too obvious; should the kids come running back upstairs he didn’t want to scar them for life, so it only took some quick manoeuvring—rolling her onto her side and removing impeding clothing—before he was buried to the hilt, the relief he’d been craving better than he could’ve imagined. If he’d had the time he would’ve gone slower, worshipping every inch of her body like she deserved, but like a kid on Christmas he was too excited to wait for his present. Addison seemed to be feeling the same, grinding back against him to take him deeper before she moved his touch to her chest, enjoying the way that even her sizable breast felt small in his large hand.

‘Oh God Addie,’ Elvis grunted weakly, resting his forehead between her shoulder blades, the cotton of her t-shirt absorbing the gathered perspiration on his brow.

‘I’m close,’ she whispered, rolling her eyes as he smirked against her and mumbled, ‘and you thought five minutes was too long.’

‘Shut up,’ she panted, unable to stop her walls from clenching around him as she thought of the smug smile on his face.

‘Wait for me,’ Elvis said, feeling her teeter on the edge he wasn’t quite up to yet, his hips snapping faster and deeper as he hurried towards the precipice.

‘Elvis,’ she groaned.

‘M’right here baby,’ he grunted, ‘right here.’

‘Fuck,’ she cried, locking around him as she came, trembling once again on his cock.

‘Addie,’ he groaned.

‘I got you,’ she turning her head so that she could press a kiss to his temple, which seemed to be the thing that got him over that edge, white hot pleasure running down his spine as he spilled into her, their gathered expenditure seeping out between them as his hips faltered in rhythm, his cock slipping out of her in the process. She didn’t seem to care though; in fact, she took his hand from her chest, holding it to her cheek as she peppered kisses along it, ignoring the taste of herself on her lips. They were quiet for a moment, catching their breath before she moved, rolling onto her back so she could see him properly, keeping hold of his hand as she did. Elvis pressed his forehead to her temple, closing his eyes as he enjoyed lying there knowing that it was only going to be short-lived.

‘Nine minutes and thirty-four seconds,’ she said, making him open his eyes and catch her watching the clock behind him.

‘Well maybe I was being overly ambitious,’ he mused, kissing her cheek softly.

‘You know if you needed me to buy you a watch for Christmas I would’ve,’ she giggled.

‘Don’t need a watch,’ he mumbled, ‘I’ve got all I need.’

‘Is that right?’ she mused.

‘Mmmhmmm,’ Elvis said.

‘You old softy,’ she smiled, pressing a kiss to his forehead. Elvis flopped back, whatever energy he’d been blessed with dipping as he thought about having to get out of bed and how he’d have to summon a level of excitement he didn’t feel he had in him anymore given he’d already had his fill of excitement for the day. Addison however wasn’t on his wavelength, whatever job he’d done at getting her out of her head now ruined as the sounds of people below wafted upstairs.

‘Now c’mon,’ she said, pushing the covers back and leaving him far too exposed for his liking, which he evidenced with a grumble she ignored as she continued, ‘if Lisa’s anything like Jess we’ve got about two minutes to clean up before she storms back in here.’

‘I could do a lot in two minutes,’ Elvis countered, though his quip was ignored as Addison clambered out of bed, heading towards the bathroom as he flopped back, closing his eyes as he tried to muster the energy to follow her. Though as he heard her humming to herself and the sounds of the shower coming to life as she disappeared into the bathroom, he smiled. She’d given him what he wanted, what he needed, and it hadn’t even gone seven o’clock yet. He could get through the day, for her, for his girls.

He just hoped that the excitement of the morning would be enough of a distraction to keep the girls from asking why they were now in different pyjamas.

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uncannychange · 2 months ago

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It’s sad when a family turns into a tug-of-war between two parents and a child, but that’s what happened in the Grant family as Barbara Jean and Michael “Mike” Thomas Grant edged closer and closer to divorce while not admitting to themselves or others that that was what was happening,

Instead, they expressed their resentment for each other by trying to become the definitively demonstrably favorite parent of their fifteen-year-old daughter, Jennifer.

Mike was able to indulge her with almost anything she wanted to buy, even giving her a platinum credit card and a top-of-the-line Smartphone.

Barbara, however, was able to top this by, well, Mike had to admit, just knowing her better and being able to do “girl” stuff with her that Mike was clueless about. An open wallet was all well and good, but nothing was next to “knowing her.” Then, an opportunity presented itself to Mr. Grant.

Michael Grant was a senior engineer at Mega-Dyne Advanced Research and Development, where he was on a team doing the Alpha Testing on a unique but still very buggy quantum computer-connected super-phone they were calling Prototype 3422-Z. Mike, as an Alpha Testing Engineer, had one.

Although the 3422-Z was still in the testing stage, it seemed to be able to beam data directly into the human mind.

Mike saw an opportunity in Jennifer's recent development of a major interest in Japanese anime and manga, a subject that both he and his wife knew nothing about and that Mike just didn’t get. He planned that if he could use the 3422-Z to dive entirely into everything related to the subject, he would have a significant advantage over Barbara.

Taking himself to a local shop that sold both along with all sorts of related items that Google said was the largest in a three-state area, Mike found a quiet spot in the shop, fired up the 3422-Z and requested all information on Anime and Manga… wait no, he paused thinking better of it and then requested all information on Anime and Manga favored by young women.

Never having used the device in this mode, Mike was surprised when a beam of light shot out of the thing, hit him straight in the eyes and started up-loading to him.

Mike's world went away as his head was filled with information about characters, series, and stories, from Akimichi Chocho, Akira, and Attack on Titan to Banana Fish, Haikyuu, Motoko Kusanagi, and Yuri on Ice all the way to The Zeta Project and Zoe Orimoto.

It didn’t take long before Mike knew more about the subject than even the most die-hard-obsessed fan. By the end, he was even fluent in both speaking and reading Japanese.

Once it was done, Mike felt more than dizzy—he felt dizzy and, strangely enough, shorter and lighter. The reason was that the Super Quantum computer the 3422-Z was hooked to had a major bug that had not been worked out yet.

It could alter reality itself so that along with gaining all the new language skills and knowledge about female-themed Anime and Manga, it had also reinterpreted 44-year-old Michael “Mike” Thomas Grant into 23-year-old Japanese woman Miyuki Tomiko Grantamura. It had even restyled her clothing. And while internally she was still Mike Grant, Mike could also tell that she now knew thinks he had had no clue about, not just about Anime, but being a woman and Japanese culture.

“Oh, crap! This will be a doozy enplaning to Barbara, Jennifer, and Mega-Dyne Advanced Research and Development,” thought Miyuki.

“Well, Mega-Dyne will be easy; they’re used to this sort of thing… sort of, but the wife and daughter will take a lot more work. I mean, now Jennifer has two moms, and one is only eight years older than her!”

But before heading home to start the whole “Guess what?!” chore, Miyuki splurged and bought a massive pile of Anime and Manga.

“Whatever happens, this will put me way ahead of the game with Jennifer, " thought Miss Grantamura. Then we can go clothes shopping tomorrow where young chicks like to shop. Let's see Barbara beat me at that now!”

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legofanguy · 3 months ago

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Loz: The trials of heroes of legends

A Legend of Zelda DiC cartoon fanfiction for @wouldyoustilllovemeifiwasawyrm Zelink-iversary featuring different incarnations of Link and Zelda. I seen that the pair was more jerks than how they are in the later games and other adaptations, so I planned this story to feature them getting some character development to make them more like their canon counterparts. The past Links' design are based off of how they appear in @linkeduniverse.

The monster forces of Ganon once again attacked Hyrule's Castle to steal the Triforce of Wisdom guarded by Princess Zelda, but Link, a brave hero wearing a green tunic with long brown sleeves, a green hat, and brown pants and boots, is once again holding these monsters off as he fire sword beams from his sword Crissword and talent the monsters, "Man, I cannot Ganon is still using the same old dumb monsters over and over. I know that he has the Soul of Jar, but he as well you guys never learn when you think you can best me." A pair of Moblin, blue bulldog monsters in armor, managed to jump Link from behind and one of them was about to finish Link off with a spear when a arrow hit the Moblin, causing the monster to return to the Soul of Jar. Link, after he got the other Moblin off, look up to see the blond hair Princess Zelda wearing her purple puff shoulder shirt, stirrup pants, boots, and blue vest has been the one whose saved him and he quickly said as he hit the Moblin with a sword beam, "Hey, I was doing alright, princess. I can handle myself as always." and Princess Zelda said, "I doubt it, Link. Every time that you challenge Ganon's monsters, you get yourself in trouble. I have to come return." Link quickly said, "Hey, I have to save you for Ganon more than you did, Zelda!" and the princess got angry and yell at Link, "You are such a self centered brat, Link! Can you focus on doing your job for once?" and Link reply with his usual saying, "Well, excuuuuse me, princess!" and few of the monsters whose remains don't know what to make of Link and Zelda usual fighting until Ganon said to them in their minds, "Don't just stand there, fools! Get the Triforce!" and the pair were fighting that they didn't see the monsters head to the chamber where the Triforce of Wisdom is located. Just as the monsters were about to enter the chamber, something quick and fast cut each of them down and the spying Ganon was shocked.

Once the battle is over and the royal guards help fix up the castle, Link and Zelda have their backs turn form each other as Spryte, Link's annoying fairy, fly up and said to Zelda, "You should said sorry to Link, Zelda! He has put himself in more danger than you did!" and the princess said to Spryte, "But he was more trouble than Ganon or his monsters!" King Harkinian, Zelda's father, said to his daughter, "Now, Zelda, Link is the lastest Hero of Hyrule and he should be respect given what he did for the kingdom time and time again." and Princess Zelda yell at her father, "That is the only reason why you are fine with Link, father! It is his title, and I know you wanted a son so you trying to get him to married me so you can have a son in law." which Link overhear and ask, "Wait, really? Was that the reason for his majesty helping me out?"

Just then, a old woman call out, "Pardon me!" and everyone stop to see a old woman with white hair and red eyes come forward and Link recognized her right away, "Impa! The old servant that told me about Hyrule having problems with Ganon! I thought you kick the bucket, old woman!" and Princess Zelda shout at Link, "Link, be kind to Impa! She raise me since I was a little girl while daddy run the kingdom. Of course, being king is something you would never understand with your big head!" and Link reply, "Well, excuuuuse me, princess." Impa said, "Enough! Link, while you were fighting with a impossible enemy, some of Ganon's monsters almost reach the chamber where the Triforce of Wisdom was before they were stopped. Were it too late, Ganon would calm both Triforces and rule Hyrule into a age of darkness." and, while shocked at hearing this at first, Link quickly blame Zelda, "See, if you has not been keeping me busy, Ganon could has won." and Zelda yell back, "Me?!? You was post to protect the Triforce of Wisdom, not show off fighting monsters as you always do! The fate of Hyrule is more important than your own image, Link!" Impa quickly said, "Link, Zelda, enough! The impossible enemy I mention is still here and it affecting your mind, Link." and Link said in worry, "Oh no, don't tell me Zelda's rude and arrogant personality that clash with her beauty is keep me busy for keeping Ganon for taking over Hyrule." and Impa said, "While I don't mean Princess Zelda, you are correct that it is what the impossible enemy is doing to you, Link. If you can't defeat them, Ganon would steal the Triforce of Wisdom without you realizing it before it is too late. When we first meet when you was traveling the world for what your heart seek, I choose you to aid Princess Zelda in protecting the Triforce of Wisdom because you remind me of the heroes of the past legends, but I can see you are not quite like them. These brave heroes were humble and kind as well refuse to have their names written in the records so they wouldn't be prideful and continue to trained their body to their final days." and Princess Zelda said, "I'm sure that they don't talk much as well, unlike Link here. It has be so hard to think around here when Link talk." Impa said to Zelda, "I know the perfect teachers for Link to be more like the heroes of old, if you would come with us." and the princess said, "Well.... I guess it would not hurt to watch Link fail many times." The King quickly ask, "Don't tell me that you are taking my daugther to that village of yours." and both Link and Zelda was quite surprised that the usual kind king was acting rude to Impa as the old woman said, "Of course, my people are the only ones whose can help Link and your daughter. Are you truly scare that the truth about why your own daughter can use magic, but you can't, your majesty?" Impa's words cause the king to snap as he shout, "Guys, take Impa to the dungeon and lock her up good!" and everyone except for the king and Impa become confused and Link ask, "Wait, what is going on?" as the King said, "Link, for all of the times you try to woo my daughter so I can be grandfather, shut up for once!" Both Link and Zelda was taken back by this while Impa remind calm and said, "So, you are begin to show your true colors under that cover of being a forgettable king." and the king said, "That monster Ganon would never suspect that I share the same wisdom as my Zelda if I act like a fool. I will do anything to ensure the safety of the Triforce of Wisdom as well the royal bloodline would continue with a male heir, a grandson in this case." and Zelda was shocked at hearing this as Impa said, "What would Zelda said to what the fear of Ganon could do to the kingdom has made you become?" which Zelda reply, "I'm right here, and I'm quite shocked, daddy." Impa reply, "I mean your mother, princess, Queen Zelda Hyrule the Four-fifth." and both Link and Zelda was surpised at hearing this while the King become troubled that no one see Impa drop some kind of ball that release a knockout gas.

Link and Zelda open their eyes to find themselves in a village and Impa said to them, "Link, Princess Zelda, I welcomed you to Kakariko Village, home of the Sheikah Tribe." and Zelda ask, "The Sheikah Tribe?" which Impa reply, "Yes. The Sheikah Tribe were the royal bodyguards of the royal family as well the Triforce of Wisdom before your father, in his grief after the death of his wife the queen, order our people to be banished to Kakariko." Link and Zelda was shocked as the old King seem like a sweet old man to them, but they were shocked at his past actions.

Impa take Link and Zelda to a room where there were four paintings, with each having a image of a blond hair man in green and holding a sword high in the sky, which Link ask, "Wow, who is these guys?" and Impa reply, "They are the heroes of past legends, Link. While their names will be lost to history, their titles and adventures would forever be legends. Almost every child in Hyrule was told of the legends of the Hero of the Sky, the Hero of the Four Swords, the Hero of Time, and the Hero of Legends, whose would appear in Hyrule to save the kingdom when the monster forces of the underworld would threat the land. You must learn from them to become much like them." Link ask, "Okay, but what is it for me? A kiss for Zelda?" which Zelda said, "No way, Link." and Impa then said, "Actually, each of them has used a powerful sword that can destroy Ganon for good and would monster to not return to the Jar of Souls." and both Link and Zelda like the idea of using a powerful sword on Ganon and his monsters that both of them said, "Alright, I'm in, Impa." only to look at each other in surprised as Link then said, "Zelda, Impa said that this challenge is for me." and Zelda groans, "Well, you may fail the trials and the one chance to finally stop Ganon for good. Must I remind you, Link, that you free Ganon when he was trapped in one of his spells while we could have taken the Triforce of Power?" and Link said to Zelda, "Well, excuuuse me, princess." Impa give a sigh as she said, "They would not like teaching Link, after all." and Link then ask, "Wait, who will not like teaching me?" and Impa reply, "Your precursor, Link. I have call in some friends to allow you and Zelda to visit the Golden Realm, the afterlife, to train under their guidance." Princess Zelda smile and said, "If these guys can take Link down a peg or two in teaching him on how to be a better hero, then I'm going too."

Impa and the sages open a portal to the other realm and Impa said to Link and Zelda, "I will follow behind to guide you in the Golden Realm. One more thing, records on the Golden Realm said that the spirits can changed the world to their liking to make it a paradise for them, so things will be tough for you, Link! You must always stay smart!" and Zelda laugh, "Now that would be a first for him, Impa." and the pair jump into the portal.

Link and Zelda open their eyes to find themselves in some kinds of woods and Link ask right away as he and Zelda get up, "Why are we in some kind of woods? Did Impa got the location wrong?" and a young woman voice call out, "No." and the pair turn to see a white hair young woman with red eyes in a blue and black uniform standing by a tree whose said to them, "This is the Golden Realm, the afterlife that I told you and Zelda about, Link." and Princess Zelda was shocked at the identity of the young woman before her and Link, "Impa?!? Is that you?!?" and Impa reply, "Yes. The Golden Realm allow me to regain my youth to aid Link with hints on how to pass the trials of the heroes of legends, as well to keep up with him and you, Zelda." Link said as he look at Impa, "If I knew how beauty you were when you were young, I would have been born as you were." and Impa said, "That would also make you too old to fight monsters, Link." which made the young man said, "Ah, good point." Impa point to a dust road and said to Link, "I have speak with the spirits of the heroes when I got here, Link, and they told me that they would be waiting on this dust road. The final trial would be inside a temple at the end of this dust road." and Link said to Impa, "I will complete these trials in no time flat, girls. Just remember to reward with kisses when I get back." and Link run off. Princess Zelda said, "I cannot believe that jerk." which Impa then said as she show a path that was hidden by some bushes, "Your majesty, I know a short to the temple. Follow me." and Impa head off with Zelda following her as the princess think, 'Link is going to be shocked when he find out that I beat him to the temple.'

On the dust road, Link keep running until he see a pink hair young man wearing a blue tunic and hat sitting by a tree and, just before Link can run past him, take Link's cap and said, "Hey, this look better on me!" and Link quickly shout, "Hey, give that back, you thief!" The pink hair man only joke, "Try to catch me then!" and he run off into the woods, with Link following after him.

Meanwhile, as the women continue to run on the path, Impa seem to be much faster than Zelda when she was young and the blond hair princess, annoyed that Link would reach would reach the temple before they do, shout to the Sheikah woman, "Impa, how much long is this shortcut?!? Can you slow down?!? Why are you running ahead of me?!?" and Impa said to Zelda, "I don't understand what you means, Zelda. I'm just walking, but you are the one running." As Zelda keep running to catch up with Impa, she look around to find that the land around her was moving to give the illusion that the path was long while Impa was indeed walking, and Zelda quickly remember Impa's warning about the Golden Realm can changed and she stopped. Zelda quickly take a deep breath as she think to think on how to stop this illusion.

Link chase the thief to a house that cause Link to pause as he said with fear, "No.... why is that place doing here? It should not be there.... This is not...." and he quickly remember how the Golden Realm is shaped and he said, "I get it now. Stupid spirits made the orphanage appear in the Golden Realm." and he open the door only to find a pair of kids, one fat and the other thin, whose laugh and the fat one said, "Look whose it is." and Link cry out, "Oiraw! Igiul!" and Link noticed that his voice has changed when he call out the names of his childhood bullies as the door shut behind him. Link saw that he has become a boy again as his two bullies surround him with the fat Oiraw wearing a yellow tunic said, "Cry baby Linky got back from his daydream adventures." and Link start to protest, "Wh-What... No... my adventures are real-" before the thin Igiul wearing a purple tunic push Link on the ground and laugh, "Oh no, the poor hero Linky fall on the ground. Now, the world is in danger from the fake monsters that he is afraid of." and the boy Link shout, "SHUT UP! MY ADVENTURES ARE REAL!" Soon, a third voice call out, "Hey." and Link look to see the pink hair man, whose now a boy, holding his hat, "Were you looking for this?" and Oiraw laugh, "Oh man, it's poor Linky's stupid hat." and Link said, "Give it back!"

From a window, Princess Zelda watch the boy Link try to get his hat back from three bullies and she said to herself, "I don't know what I'm watching here." As the bullies laugh at playing keep away with Link's hat, the brown hair boy shout, "GIVE IT BACK! MY MOM LEFT ME THAT HAT!" and that shocked Zelda as she said, "Link never told me where he got that hat of his." while Igiul said, "Your dead mom left you that hat, you mean." and this shock Zelda as Oiraw take Link's hat while mocking him, "You are a orphan like us, Linkly. That means that you got a dead mom and a dad whose never love you." Link said to the boys, "My dad got to be a adventurer, like I'm going to be when I grow up! I'm going to travel the world, battle monsters, and save a kingdom, just like in the fairy tales. A princess is even going to give me a kiss just like the happy endings." and Princess Zelda was shocked as she realized the truth about Link's self-centered personally and his desire for her kisses as Link was basically using their battles against Ganon as a chance to live off the childhood fairy tales that he hear about.

Oiraw and Igiul throw Link's hat to the pink hair boy and they both said, "Well then..." and they changed into a two headed Gleeok to Link's shock as they said, "Try to defeat this monster, hero." Link quickly said, "Oh, you has got to be kidding me." and the pink hair boy throw a kid size sword and said to him, "You are going to need this. Don't worry, as it can still fire sword beams." and Link said to him, "Thank you." as he pick up his sword. As the Gleeok heads split fireballs at Link, he quickly dodge them and fire a sword beam at the left head, which made it flying around as Link said, "I hate it when they are flying around." and run from the head as it mock Link with the voice of Igiul, "You are running away, just like you did when you left the orphanage." and Link shout, "I told you, I left to travel the world and find my father!"

As Link catch his breath after slaying the Gleeok, and Zelda was cheering for him, but have to stop in fear of him hearing her, but it would seems he didn't, the pink hair boy clap his hands as he and Link turn to their normal age and he said, "Well done, Link. I can see that you didn't get the fact that you were a orphan get you down just like me. You can have your hat back." As Link got his hat back, he then ask the man, "Hold now, how did you know my name, along with my bullies and the orpahnage?" and he reply, "Impa told me. I thought I needed to look into your past first before the others can have a turn." Link then ask, "Are you one of the past heroes?" and the pink hair man reply, "Yeah. You can call me the Hero of Legends."

Link continue on his way to the temple, just as Princess Zelda continue to follow Impa as the Hero of Legends said to a blond hair woman wearing a blue dress, "This take me back, Zelda. After I save you and the rest of Hyrule from Agahnim, I travel around the world for anything to make me feel better, and I find out that it was with you. I guess that my successor was too scare of not having a reason to stay at Hyrule for his princess that he allow Ganon to go free, since the gods want a eternal battle between the hero and the demon king."

Link find a one eye warrior in golden armor with strange marks on his face blocking a bridge and Link ask him, "Hey, can I pass, buddy?" which the warrior didn't reply and Link said, "Alright, pal. I hate to admit that you look almost handsome as me, but I need to get across." and rush toward him, only for the warrior to hit Link down on the ground with the hilt of his sword and said to Link, "Was that you can do?!? The one called Impa told me that the current hero would come here for my trial, but I see that he fail so easily! A sword wields no strength unless the hand that holds it has courage." As Link get up, he quickly understand that this warrior is one of the heroes of past legends and he said to him, "Okay, I'm not very good in close combat like you, as I mostly use my sword beams as well block any attacks on me, but I'm a great hero like you were, buddy. Who are you post to be?" The one eye warrior give Link a angry look and he then said, "I'm the Hero of Time, the first of us whose battle Ganon." and Link said in surprised, "Wait, you are the Hero of Time. You were the ancient hero of legends fought Ganon before. I hear stories of you when I was a young boy in the orphanage I grew up in. I wanted to be a great hero like you were." The Hero of Time said, "Great, you has meet me. Now, leave." and Link said, "Hold on, I come here to be trained by you and I'm going to leave now." which the Hero of Time reply, "Boy, your attutude and weak sword skills are a disgrace to my legacy." Link was taken back by the old hero words as the Hero of Time continue, "You must use your courage to seek power... and find it you must if you wish to pass me." Link nod and he said to the Hero of Time, "Sir, I didn't come to the Golden Realm for nothing." and the Hero of Time said, "Then allow me to teach you real sword fight. I swear that you fighting like a knight in a censor fairy tale for younger children."

Meanwhile, Princess Zelda and Impa continue on the shortcut when Impa stop Zelda and point to her, "Look." and the princess see a wagon getting robbed by a band of pirates. The princess said, "What are they doing? I know that this is the Golden Realm, so they are not in any danger, but should someone help them?" Impa ask Zelda, "Should you help them out?" and the princess said, "Fine. But this hero stuff is Link's job." and she run toward the pirates with her bow.

During a break on their training, Link said to the Hero of Time, "I guess that the Golden Realm didn't made me hungry here. I'm sure that Ganon will be really scared when he see me use your moves on him. He will never threated Hyrule again." and the Hero of Time said, "Link, you need to make sure that Ganon would never threated Hyrule by killing Ganon with the sword you seek." Link said to the Hero of Time, "Sorry, but I will be out of the job if I kill Ganon. Zelda would have no hero to protect both Triforce of Wisdom and Power, and I would never see her beauty face again. I would let Ganon keep his Triforce of Power as long as I get to have Zelda." and the Hero of Time shout, "If it was not for me, Ganon wouldn't have the Triforce of Power in the first place!" Link was stunned at hearing this before the Hero of Time calmed down and then he begins to explains, "When I was a boy, I lived in a forest with my father and my best friends. One day, Ganon, whose was just a monster with common magic, burn our forest burn for the wicked fun of it and my father was killed. I want revenge on Ganon so bad that I track him down to Hyrule Castle and meet the royal family. Their princess believe that Ganon was after the three Triforce at the time which was protected by the royal family, which were the Triforce of Courage, the Triforce of Wisdom, and the Triforce of Power. She and I hear to the chamber of the Triforce to make sure that Ganon didn't reach them first, but he was tailing us the whole thing." and Link ask, "Wait, was he hiding in Zelda's shadow?" and the Hero of Time said, "No, he was...." he don't know how to explain that Ganon was actually once a man that trick him into opening the gates to the original location of the Triforce but this boy got him a idea and he said, "He was acutally hiding in my shadow. When we kids got closer to the three Triforce, that was when Ganon appear to take the Triforce of Power and mock me with his evil voice that I have led him to the chamber of the Triforce and the Triforce of Power along with he owe ruling the underworld and then all of Hyrule all to me. Ganon escape back to the underworld with the Triforce and I was shocked over what I has done. I was soon taken by a sage and train for seven years to be ready for Ganon's return, which happened as Ganon was testing the Triforce of Power he has taken along with gathering his power in the underworld. I and the princess lead the armies of Hyrule to Ganon's lair, with the sword that you seek in my hand. With the sword, victory was near, but Ganon understood that weakness of all heroes and he use it before I could deliever the final blow." Link ask, "Was it the princess? Zelda seen to be my weakness." and the Hero of Time was about to correct Link that the weakness of caring for others but he did have a point so the Hero of Time reply, "Yes, we heroes can't let the fair princesses we protect come to harm way. Ganon fire a magic fireball at the princess and I rush to take the blast for her." Link said, "I know the feeling, in a way, and you got set to the Jar of Souls just like I did before Zelda save my body." The Hero of Link said to Link, "Unfortunate, I didn't have the same luck as you, friend, as my body become a undead monster that serve Ganon, but my spirit made to help the princess escape and she also cast a spell on Ganon that he would hit send to the Jar of Souls himself when struck by any weapons three times." and Link got worry as he said, "I thought Ganon was a pushover when he get send to his Jar of Souls, but I never knew that it was because he was weaker. Now, I'm starting to feel stupid, while he too was making stupid plans." and the Hero of Time said, "Well, our final battle was over thousand of years ago, and the Triforce of Power has made Ganon immoral but his old age was affecting his mind." Link said to the Hero of Time, "I guess I'm glad that I'm facing a Ganon that is stupid as his monsters." and the Hero of Time reply, "Ganon can be dangerous smart or dumb."

Continuing on the trail, Link find a river and he ask himself, "Okay, how can I get over?" and he overhear a group of boys and see what look four siblings wearing different colored of the same tunic talking to each other while a boat is nearby and he said, "Bingo." Link then walk over to four boys and he ask them, "Hey, can I have your boat?" The boy wearing blue said, "No, this is our boat."

Link and the four boys got over the rival on the boat and Link said as they get off, "That was a good idea to image that the boat can carry all five of us over. I like this Golden Realm affecting reality." and all four boys said, "We are glad that you think outside the boat for our trial." Link ask, "Your trial?" before he realized whose he could be talking to and said, "Which one of you is the hero?" and they all said, "All of us." and they soon merged before Link's eyes into a blond hair man wearing a tunic that is the four colored tunic stitched together whose said, "I'm sure that you were told of me, the Hero of Four Swords. My title come from a special sword I used on my adventures."

After a long journey and three tough trials, Link has finally arrived to a white marble temple and he said to himself, "I'm finally made it." and then he see Zelda and Impa arriving at the temple as well from a side path, which surprised Link as he ask the women, "Are you two okay? How did you get here so fast?" and Zelda answer Link's question, "We took a shortcut, and went through some crazy things on our way here. It was like I too was being tested." and a woman's voice call out, "That is the whole point, Zelda." and a blond hair woman wearing a white robe come out of the temple and said to the two, "Welcome Link and Zelda. I'm glad that Impa was successful in bringing you two to the temple." and Zelda ask, "Did Impa told you too?" and the Shiekah walk to the woman's side as she said to Link and Zelda, "Actually, I'm not your Impa, as she is still in your realm, helping keep the portal ready for your return." Both Link and Zelda was surprised and Link said to Impa as he ready himself, "You has to go through me if you dare threated Zelda!" and the princess was surprised that Link was protecting her just as the woman said, "Actually, Impa is a title for the Shiekah woman whose protect the royal princess and they were named after this Impa whose keep me safe during the early days of the Kingdom of Hyrule that was being built by me and my husband, the Hero of the Sky." Link said as he start to calm down, "Oh. I guess that is a understanding. I'm guessing that you are the first queen of Hyrule." and the woman nod and reply, "Yes, my name is Zelda of Skyloft." and the princess said in shock, "Zelda? Why do I have your name?" which Zelda said to the princess and Link, "It is tradition for daughters born in the royal family to have my name in honor, for I am the reincarnation of the goddess Hylia, and my blood run in you." This take Link back and he then said, "I guess that was why I was draw in to Zelda, as her divine bloodline trap in Hyrule." which Zelda said to Link, "Well, there is more than that, Link. My husband, the Hero of the Sky, is waiting for his trial by combat." and Link said, "Well, I understand that I can't keep him waiting. I'm ready to be the hero that he was."

Inside the temple is a area which Link come inside as Princess sit down with Impa and the first queen, whose said to a gathering crowd, "The trials of the Master Sword will begins. Our challenger Link would now face my husband and true love whose forgive the legendary Blade of Evil's Bane, the Sword that Seals the Darkness, the Master Sword." The princess said to Impa, "Link is going to boast about it for days when he get that sword." before Zelda continue, "Now, let the final trial begins." and a big red bird fly down inside the temple that Link got out his sword before he saw someone jump off of it and landed on the area. As the crowd cheer, Link was surprised to see that the first king of Hyrule as well the Hero of the Sky look so similar to him except for having blond hair as he said to Link, "Hello there, my name is Bobalink, or Link as my friends call me." and Link was surprised at hearing this as Bobalink explains, "I get that you are surprised about having the same name as me, but some boys are named after me. I'm a famous person, after all." and both Link and Bobalink ready for their duel.

As Bobalink was getting the upper hand over Link and Zelda got worried for his safety, the princess got up from her seat and run down, crying out, "Link!" As Zelda reach her hand out while crying out, "Link!" a bright light come out of her hand and everyone stop which Bobalink then said, "Well then, I give up." confusing Link at first before he see that the light was coming from Zelda.

As the pair hug each other, Zelda, Bobalinks, along with the other heroes and different women come to meet them.

As Link and Zelda walk in the fog covered woods to find the Master Sword, Link seem nervous and Princess Zelda ask him, "Link, what is wrong? You are not usually talking like you do." and Link said, "Well... I'm just wondering." Princess Zelda ask Link, "Are you asking me for a kiss again?" which Link reply, "No...." which shocked Zelda as Link has changed from the self-center boy she has knew he as before they enter the Golden Realm and she ask in worry, "Link.... tell me." and Link reply, "What we went through Golden Realm made me realized that I needed attention badly, so that was why I wanted to be the hero of Hyrule as people cheer for me, including your father the king and I hope you would, but the others take up the role for noble reasons. I have been nothing but a jerk whose care for his image and getting kisses from princesses like you Zelda and I once left the castle because you were falling for that guy that time." Princess Zelda said to Link to cheer him, "Come on, Link. That prince was a jerk whose care only for his image and you were not afraid of getting dirty." and Link said, "You are right, Zelda. Thank you, princess." and kiss her on the lips before he step back and said, "I'm sorry. I was not thinking right, your majesty." and Zelda said to Link, "It's alright, Link. You wanted that for a long time." which Link reply, "Yeah." as the two have another kiss for a little while.

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