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luveline · 2 years ago

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jade roan being jealous of eddie cause reader is taking care of eddie on a sick day, i know youre working on halloween reqs but i just cant get this off my mind 😭😭 hope you do this after the celebration 💗

thank you for your request! roan being jealous / sad because you're being really sweet on her dad and leaving her out :( ♡ dad!eddie x fem!reader | 1.8k words

"Hello, Mr. Munson," you say quietly, unsurprised to find Eddie exactly where you'd left him.

"Roan?" he asks hoarsely.

You want to ask something sarcastic, like No, why? Have I shrunk? But he's really pitifully ill, so you answer his implied question without any wit. "She had to pee. I thought she was gonna wet herself in the car, she couldn't stop wiggling."

"Told her she has to stop holding it, she'll," — Eddie coughs, a crunchy, awful sound — "hurt herself."

"I know," you murmur, raking a limp curl away from his weathered face. You know pretty much everything there is to know about Roan at this point, and near enough the same about him.

You kiss his cheek and linger there. You love taking care of him because he's yours, but you miss your healthy, present Eddie too. Poor guy's been sick for almost a week now, and while Roan has helped out endlessly by being on her best behaviour, you need him to keep the ship afloat. Thankfully, he seems to be in the recovery process, and his fever's been gone for days.

"You feeling any better?"

"I feel awesome," he says, dropping a heavy arm around your back.

You take his face into both hands. You'd worried he'd make you sick too at first but whatever it is he has he's yet to pass on. You figure if it was catching you would've felt it by now, and you can't say you care too much when you steal a kiss. He tries his very best to reciprocate, his exhale hot as it fans over your top lip.

He peels his dry eyes open as you pull away, and you remind yourself to get him a hot towel or a tea tincture, something to ease the soreness.

"You're on the up and up, handsome," you say.

Eddie's never been sick like this while you've been together. Colds and the flu when you have a kid as young as Roan are a given; you've both fallen victim to her runny noses and sore throats a thousand times. They're easy enough to work through, especially when Eddie makes his lemon and honey tea. But this sickness, a virus, has had Eddie up against the wall. He's really worried you.

He can see it on your face.

"I'm actually feeling way better," he says, sounding extremely like himself despite the undertone of scratchiness to his voice. "Got a damn good nurse looking after me."

Roan's footsteps echo up the stairs. You don't turn to look at her as she enters the bedroom, hand stroking sweet, shaky lines down his stubbly cheeks.

"Hey, Roanie," he says, shifting so he can see her from behind you. "D'you have a good day at school? Come and tell us."

"Daddy!" she cheers, climbing up onto the bed and walking across it. Eddie pulls her skirt out of her tights where she's accidentally tucked it in, almost losing an arm as she collapses into his side.

"Roan," you chide gently, "be nice, baby, your dad's still fragile."

Eddie wraps his arm around, sending you a very grateful look as he says, "It's okay, I didn't like that arm very much anyway. Now c'mon, I wanna hear all about it. Did Stacy K remember her show and tell?"

Roan starts to recount the day's events, little legs tucked under her knees and the top of her body draped over Eddie's chest. You keep a selfish hand on the very edge of his face, thumb petting his cheek. After a short few minutes his eyes start to droop. He tightens his arm around Roan and rubs her back, her soft cardigan bunching up under his hand.

"Baby, I'm still feeling icky, okay? Maybe you can tell me the rest later?" he mumbles, hand slowing.

"You can tell me double," you offer distractedly, frowning at Eddie's unhappy face. He doesn't look peaceful anymore, he looks tired. Ragged.

"Okay," Roan says, kissing Eddie's cheek three times in a row. You can't tell if she's upset by his lack of attention. She doesn't look upset, but she can be surprisingly deceptive.

She slides off of the bed. Her steps stop at the door. "Mom?" she asks.

You beam at Eddie's dozing face and give his slack cheek another quick kiss.

"What?" you ask Roan, turning away from her dad with a smile. Everytime she calls you 'mom' it makes your day, and today is no exception.

"Can we have spaghetti shapes?"

You squeeze Eddie's arm before you stand and meet her in the doorway, looking down at her mini features with a fond smile. "Yeah, we can have spaghetti shapes. They had princess one's in Bradley's," you say, suddenly excited as you remember.

"Really?"

"Mm. But there's spongebob if you want those ones instead."

Roan takes your hand and starts to pull you toward the steps. "Princess ones, duh! Please."

You watch Eddie's face until you can't, following Roan down the stairs and into the kitchen.

You love how it's started to look as much like her and Eddie's kitchen than just your own. Her drawings and certificates litter the fridge, a family portrait pride of place and secured with upwards of five magnets so it doesn't fall off. There's sugary cereal across the top of the bread cabinet and a safety catch on the drawer with all the batteries. Cartoon characters are everywhere — on plates, spoons, Roan's placemat, and the spaghetti shapes themselves. You crack open a can and place a pan over the burner.

"What do you want with them, princess? A dinner roll?"

She wraps herself around your legs. "Two dinner rolls."

"Yeah? You must be hungry from all the running around this morning."

When you'd dropped her off, her and her friend Jordan had decided they needed to run a race around the playground. You'd cheered from the sidelines.

"Can you pick me up?" she whines.

You drop the wooden spoon you'd been stirring her spaghetti with into the pan and look down at her pleading pout. "Aw, yeah, I'm sorry."

You pick her up and find her head quickly buried in your neck. She's almost as warm as the stovetop. You work your hand against her head and feel her temperature, concerned for a moment.

"I thought maybe you were sick like daddy, then, but you feel okay," you say softly, stroking curls back from her face. She's started hiding behind her hair like her dad more often. "Come out, I wanna see your lovely face."

Roan lifts her chin.

"That's what your dad said to me when we met. I'd never heard that word before I met you," you tell her.

"What word?"

"'Lovely,'" you say.

She smiles with you for a couple of seconds but then it falters, and she looks at your necklace instead. A gift from her and her dad for mother's day. You'd cried for hours.

"What's the matter?" you ask, eyebrows pinching together.

"Nothing."

You readjust your grip on her hips and lean back against the counter to stop from dropping her. She's getting heavier every single day.

"Are you sure? You can tell me."

Roan shrugs. It's adorable, though her next words are heartbreaking. "I don't know," she admits.

"Are you feeling sick?"

She shakes her head but won't look at you. You hold onto her tight and wait for her to continue, if she's even going to, the clock on the wall ticking in the quiet, the smell of spaghetti sauce sticky in your nose.

"Are you sad about something? Did you… have an accident?"

She shakes her head again. "No, I didn't. It's 'coz… I feel bad."

"But not sick?"

"Not sick."

"Oh no," you murmur, biting the inside of your bottom lip as her small face crumples. "Please tell me, Ro. I don't mind what it is, I promise."

"I feel bad," she says again. "I miss dad."

You feel your eyebrows jump. It makes sense for her to miss him, he's hardly awake when she's been home and they haven't had much time together all week. It's a sudden change. You feel very guilty very quickly for not realising it.

"I'm sorry," you tell her genuinely.

"I miss you, too. We don't have our hug after school now."

Your guilt amplifies by a thousand. You haven't been spending that time with her after school, too busy checking on your bed bound partner.

"Aw, Roan, I'm sorry, I've just been so worried about daddy, I didn't mean to forget."

"You've been giving daddy hugs," she says insistently.

You lean back further to take in her face. Her cheeks are red with blush, whether that be blood rush from embarrassment or injustice, you're unsure. She's frowning at your chin, eyes flicking up to meet yours. When she realises you're watching her she looks away and starts wiggling to be put down again.

"Roan, it's okay," you start, arms crossing over her back. You angle your face to get her attention, holding her gaze. Pretty brown eyes edged in dark, long eyelashes like her dad's. "It's okay, bub. Don't wriggle, I wanna talk to you. Can I talk to you?"

She pouts some more. You pout back, bringing a hand up to the back of her head.

"I'm sorry I haven't been giving you as much attention as you dad this week," you say. You want to explain how hard it's been to handle everything by yourself, but you don't think it's the kind of thing she should ever have to worry about. "I'm really sorry, Roan, daddy's been so sick that I've been thinking about him all the time when I needed to be thinking about you too. I didn't mean to make you feel bad." Feel bad, feel jealous, feel upset by your redirected affection. "I love you so much. I didn't mean to forget our hugs, but it's okay if you're mad."

Her spirits are lifted pretty swiftly after that. "We can hug again when daddy's not sick?" she asks.

"We can hug right now!" you say urgently, carding your hand through her hair.

"On the couch?"

"Yeah, princess, on the couch. You can even eat your dinner on it if you promise not to tell dad."

"You'll eat dinner with me?" she asks, suspicious.

No tricks. "I promise."

She smiles, a mirror image of her dad and all his mischief and her relief clear. "Okay, good, because I missed you and Teddy missed you and I didn't getta tell you about the rabbit we saw at school today. It was this big and it had pink eyes."

You smile at her, a mixture of love and guilt. You're lucky to have a daughter like her, forgiving and patient, and you're lucky her dad did such an amazing job at making her that way. Rest assured, you won't forget your after school hugs again, even if Eddie's two bad coughs from the ER.

He appears an hour later to find you snuggled up on the couch, jealous and petty about it as he slots himself between you both. You and Roan hold hands over his chest. Munson cuddle piles are the best.

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po1songore · 3 years ago

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hi!! i absolutely love your posts! your william hcs are just amazing 🥰🥰

I’m here to request something about fellatio with William <3 I picture him as a control freak, and there’s nothing better for a man like him than to make the partner submit, by ordering them. “On your knees” would probably be what the partner would listen the most tbh. Ofc he’ll be dominating you all the time, but at the same time I think he’s more of the guy that lets you do all the work when sucking him, but I’m sure if you’re not behaving he’ll definitely facefuck you. anyywaaayss, just thinking… 💋

hell yeah william is def that man

face fucking, oral sex, praising and degrading, age gap, nicknames , soft slapping and more

"get down."

"b...but..you promised you would f-"

"down. on your knees."

you nodded as he said so, his tone being enough to drive you crazy.you hoped off his lap, and down on the floor looking up at him.oh how handsome he looked sitting on his leather office chair, legs open, shirt unbuttoned. you undid his pants and watched.

his hand ran over his bulge, hardening it more. he had this semi unimpressed look but you knew it was just to scare ya. he soon let his cock out, veiny and with a wet tip.you had been teasing him all night, he wanted to see that big mouth you always run do something useful finally.his hand stayed on the base of his cock, holding it for you as his other one went to your face, cupping your cheek.

"i could have sworn i saw you cross eyed for a moment there.whats the deal, cant own up to our words?"

you shook your head over how hard and large he was, his gaze was tired and welcoming to do as told.

"c'mon then, tongue out."

you let your tongue out and opened your mouth as told, waiting for the next order.

"larger."

and then you opened more.soon his tip met your tongue as his cock slid inside your mouth, your lips wrapping around it as his hand now pressed your head lower to take it all in.your hands flew to his thighs until he gripped on your hair ,gently, but firmly for you to get the message to put them behind your back.

"ahh fuck...good..let me see you taking it in all.."

you looked up at him through your eyebrows and red face,your saliva running down his cock as you bobbed your hair up and down slowly and then faster, your eyes turning teary.

"baby, what your mouth wont reach your hands will."

you nodded and wrapped a hand around his base now jerking him off while inside your mouth,his tip experiencing the dancing of your tongue on it making him throw his head back and relax, one hand behind his head and the other on yours.

"mmhm..attagirl, now you are starting to get it."

that made you go faster in lust and need for him, just at the hope that maybe he would fuck the sane out of you after or he wouldnt, you couldnt decide which made you horniest.

"thats good, you look so pretty with my cock on your mouth.such a good little slut."

you let out soft moans, sending vibrations across his body making him softly groan and cuss under his breath.

"good job doll..im going to cum, go slower.."

you, being the brat you are decided to go faster, sucking him off faster and jerking him off at a high speed making him stand up and grab on your mouth with his hand.

"i literally said slower, are you so cum hungry you are losing your senses now?"

you shook your head under his tight grip of your mouth, as it turned in a soft little slap on your cheek making you smile from excitement.

"well ill be damned.."he said smirking a bit seeing your smile at the slap, his cock getting back on your mouth and his hands on each side of your head, moving your head back and forth slowly.

"ahh fuck..thats good, let me look at you doll."

your eyes went up ,almost crossing as he watched softly biting his bottom lip , his pace on your mouth faster and turning your eyes glassy.

"dont you dare spill a drop of it ight?"

he facefucked you harder, making soft tears roll down your cheeks as your hips swayed on the floor,grinding yourself against it from the absolute need you had for him to stretch you out with that cock.you soon felt his cum fill your throat, warm and thick making you moan and send vibrations during his climax.

"s-shit..guess now its my turn huh?"he soon softly tapped your cheek with his palm, a sign for you to turn around, back arched..

#fnaf #five nights at freddy's #william afton #william afton headcanon #williamafton #fnaf 4 #william afton x reader

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citrinesparkles · 4 years ago

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cat.

jason todd, eventually x gender neutral reader. 1,388 words. notes: this is part one of i don't even know how many and i cannot believe how wildly out of hand this got. this was a 500 word idea and it's gonna be at least three parts someone help (thanks to @angelz-dust for being so patient with me and encouraging on this!!! would never have made it out of the drafts without you <3) warnings: danger to kids, mention of a couple arguing, animal illness (spoiler alert: it'll be fine i Promise), a little (lot) different than my usual edit: part two here!

"let me be perfectly clear: if you even think about showing back up here, i will know, and i will make your life a living hell until i finally put you out of your misery. understood?"

"yes! yeah man i get it. understood."

"then i'd get going, if i were you." the man scrambled to his feet and bolted off across the playground, leaving jason to shout after him. "and warn any buddies you might have, too!"

he picked up the discarded knife and pocketed it. he then turned around slowly, hands visibly empty in a careful attempt not to scare the two kids behind him- well, careful not to make it worse, anyway. they, understandably, seemed a little shaken already.

"are you both alright?" he asked softly, slouching just a little to seem as harmless as possible.

probably would have been easier if they hadn't just watched him threaten someone.

the older kid- probably fifteen, if jason had to place a bet- nodded silently before glancing back at the little girl he was still hovering in front of protectively, who was just... staring.

she couldn't have been older than six.

"jazz?" the boy asked, voice tight. "are you hurt?"

he was ignored. "are you superman?"

the question, innocent and earnest and a little timid, made jason laugh. "not quite, kiddo."

she tilted her head like a curious puppy, furrowing her brow. "why are you wearing a jacket?"

jason glanced up at the boy, who seemed comforted by her mini interrogation. good.

talking was a good sign, too, so jason crouched down to meet her at eye level.

"because it gets cold out here!" he said, raising his hands up with a small wiggle of his fingers. "gloves, too."

"well, duh," jazz said with a giggle- a win, jason thought. "no fingerprints."

he nodded. "also helpful."

"and the hat to hide your face!" she said proudly, stepping forward a little to point at his helmet.

"wow, you've got the whole thing figured out, huh?"

"mhm! my friend ricky loves batman and his friends. he talks about batman and nightwing and spoiler and robin and red robin and red hood and batgirl all the time! they hide their faces like you, ricky thinks it's because of bad guys."

"they're kinda cool, huh?"

"nightwing's my favorite," she said firmly, as though it was something she had considered at great length and was fully prepared to defend.

"not red hood?" jason smacked a hand to his chest in mock hurt, shifting back dramatically. "i'm crushed, truly."

"no, ricky says red hood used to be an alien, but then got bored and now he annoys batman for fun instead. that sounds mean."

...well, okay, maybe he did annoy the big guy for fun a little. "that's an interesting theory, all right."

"ricky's got all kinds of theories. he thinks batman's a robot-" jason snorted- "and that nightwing was like pinochle."

"you mean pinocchio," the boy corrected quietly. "pinochle's what gramma plays."

"pinocchio!" she exlaimed, with a "ch" sound in the middle that made jason smile. "a doll that got turned human. that's how he does all the flips and stuff, he's got magic."

"hm, ricky seems like an interesting guy," jason said thoughtfully, making a big show of rubbing the chin of his helmet. "what do y-"

he was cut off by a loud, insistent meow, and jazz gasping even louder before taking off to the bushes.

"w- hey, don't rush off like that!" he said, shooting up off the ground as the boy sighed.

"there's this cat that she's been taking care of," he explained quietly. "the thing's got attitude for days but i think it's sick or something. jasmine's been bringing it little bits of tuna and chicken, but it's not like we can get it to a vet."

jason hummed. "why do you think it's sick?"

"it's thin, with its eyes all watery and sunk."

"might just be malnourished," he muttered.

"she's been trying to find it a home, y'know."

there was a wink-wink-nudge-nudge quality to the kid's voice that did not go unnoticed.

on one hand, it was good to hear something other than fear from him, but on the other... "what part of the tactical armor makes you think i'm an option?"

"the part where you just stuck around to check on us instead of running after that guy."

okay. maybe the quiet thing hadn't been so bad. the cocky 'amateur psychologist' thing was a little grating.

"you the real red hood?" the kid asked suddenly, shaking jason from his internal grumbling.

"what do you think?"

"i think you just saved our lives, and i wanna know who i'm thanking."

jason turned to him with a flourish. "red hood, baby saver extraordinaire. at your service."

"baby- dude, i'm seventeen!"

okay, so he would have lost his bet. "noted. still a baby, trust me."

"what are you under there, twenty something? whatever, grandpa."

jason chuckled, turning back to watch jasmine pet a small cat under one of the yellow lights littering the park. "you did well, looking out for her with that guy. you got a name?"

he scoffed. "would've been better if i'd kicked him between the legs right when he opened his mouth, instead of letting him get started on the whole 'what're you kids doing out so late?' bit," he muttered darkly, pausing for a moment before answering. "my name's jordan."

"well, jordan, what are you guys doing out so late?"

"mom works nights, and the neighbors were fighting. it was loud enough to wake jazz up, and it wasn't the kind of thing she needed to hear. i figured a trip to see her cat would be less awful than hearing them call each other things i wouldn't even call my friends." the breeze picked up, rustling the trees and catching on jason's jacket. "and then the asshole with the knife decided to make a bad night worse."

"is jazz your sister?"

"yeah, she's a good kid," jordan said, fond and warm. "sorry about the whole ricky thing, though. he's obsessed with those vigilante conspiracy videos and tells her all about them at school."

"no, no, it's fine. i can't wait to tell wing about his new origin story, he'll love that."

jasmine suddenly came bounding back towards them, grabbing their hands and yanking them to follow her. "c'mon, you need to meet cat!"

"you call it cat?"

jordan bristled subtly. "is there a problem with that, red?"

"no, no, it's an appropriate name. just making sure." jason waved his spare hand at his head. "helmet makes me hear things sometimes."

jordan opened his mouth, but his sister plowed right over whatever he was going to say, pulling on jason's hand again. "cat, meet... what's your name?"

"red hood."

"you can't be red hood!" she whirled around, indignantly putting her hands on her hips. "there's already a red hood in gotham. besides, you're not even wearing a hood, so it doesn't fit anyway."

jason turned his head to jordan, who was smiling- a good sign, but probably a bad omen for whatever he was about to say. "she's right, man. it's not a hood."

"tough crowd," jason muttered. "uh... then you can call me, uh-"

"bucket!" jasmine suggested happily, tapping his helmet. "because this looks like a bucket."

if there was one thing vigilantism had taught him, it was that sometimes you actually do need to pick your battles. this...

this was not worth fighting.

"sure, fine, whatever. hi, cat, i'm red bucket." he turned away from the kids- both of whom looked entirely too happy about the whole 'bucket' thing, he thought- and crouched down to finally look at the cat.

it did look a little sick, actually.

it was gray, and thin, and-

and now it was headbutting his knee like it was trying to push him over.

"cat likes you!" jazz cheered.

"sure does," jordan said pointedly. "isn't that interesting?"

jason opened his mouth, but his snarky comment died in his throat when the cat settled down right in front of him and blinked slowly up at him with a sweet tilt to its head.

...shit.

just- shit.

he sighed, standing up and looking back to jordan and his stupid, entirely-too-pleased-with-himself grin. "so, jazz," jason grumbled reluctantly, "where does cat live?"

#citrine writes #i promise i have a plan #jason todd #dc #imagines #dc imagine #dc imagines #jason todd x y/n #jason todd x you #jason todd imagine #jason todd x reader #sigh.

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sstarcry · 3 years ago

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Into the fire chapter 1

The once bright white room i had been confined to became shrouded in darkness. I recognized a voice coming from the hall, the voice that belonged to carlos. I watched as my cell door opened, I hid further in the corner, not wanting to be poked and prodded again for the third time today. A mop of messy black hair came into my vision. It wasa carlos.

“It's okay, I'm here to get you out. I'm not letting them turn you into one of those things. But we have to move fast.” he said, hoisting me up off of the floor.

Could I really be getting out of this hellscape? He quickly grabbed a small bag from one of the lockers as we ran.

“Carlos? Why save me?” I asked, my voice strained after not talking for years.

“You deserve a future, not torment. I refuse to let them take you to South america. There's a rescue team headed our way.” he said, pulling me up the stairs of a clock tower. The city looked different. Cars were on fire, and it smelled of death and decay.

“Jill? Are you okay? I'm back and I have him with me. We can get out of here as soon as they arrive.”

That was over 20 years ago. In Raccoon city.

“Kole, are you even listening to me?” Chris, or captain redfield, asked me

“Yes sir, sorry sir.” i said still looking at the table below my arms

“Chris calm down. The kids been through hell, show some sympathy.” Jill said, giving him a smack on the back of the head. “I know you're bad with rookies but c'mon, he's only 28. He got out of Raccoon city with Carlos and i. God knows the horrors he's seen.” she said, ushering me out of the conference room.

“Are you okay?” she asked, placing a hand on my shoulder.

“Im fine, it's just. Been 23 years since then and I can't shake it. I'm sorry.” I said looking down.

“Why don't you go sit with Leon in his office? He needs the company, even if he says he doesn't.” she softly spoke, rubbing my shoulder.

“I'll see if he’ll let me.” I said turning away from her.

“If he says no, tell him he’ll have to deal with me.”

“Thanks Jill, really.” I said, offering her a small smile.

I hesitantly knocked on his office door, still shy even after knowing him since he got back from Spain in ‘04. “Leon? Can I come in?” I asked behind the closed door.

“Sure thing kid.” he said as i opened the door “You okay? You seem lost.”

“I'm surviving, just memories y'know?” I said sitting in my usual spot in the corner chair beside him.

“I heard Chris from here. I dont want you to take this mission. Its too much like raccoon city, and I don't want to put you through that again. Okay?” he said, turning away from his pile of paperwork to look at me. “I still can't believe that you made it out. Hell, I'm still in awe of your resilience. And carlos’ dedication to get you out.” he said, placing a hand on my knee. “Stay in here as long as you like. I’ll be doing paperwork but if you feel like talking, just speak up okay?”

“Okay. thank you.”

Almost as soon as I finished my sentence Chris barged in.

“Kole, what are you doing. Were supposed to be leaving for Delena in 20 minutes.” he practically yelled at me

“I'm not letting him go. It's too similar to Raccoon city. That's an order Redfield.” Leon said, looking at the boulder of a man. “Besides, I'm sure you've got this handled. I'm not letting him go through what i did.”

“Just because he's still young doesn't exclude him from his duties, Leon.” Chris said with unwavering intensity.

“But he's still a DSO agent, so what I say goes in case you forgot. So get out of my office Chris.” Leon said, waving his hand in the direction of the door.

By the time they finished their conversation I was shaking, memories flooding my head of the cruel basement of umbrella. “It's time for your treatment, Kole. Follow Wesker.”

“N-no please no.” “grab him. And don't hurt him too bad we still need him alive. This is Austin, subject 0-009 is showing resistance.” “P-Please dont hurt me. I-i’ll be good promise…”

The room felt like it was closing in and the air became harder and harder to breathe. I felt a whimper escape my throat as I curled up into a tighter ball.

“Kole, hey. It's just me, Leon. It's just us.no one else is here.” I could barely hear him over the sound of them. “Wesker, put him in the room. We need him to be calm for this one.” “Yes sir. C'mon kid, don't make this any harder than it has to be.” “Wesker, please don't make me sit in the room again…” I said as sobs racked my body.

“Hey, hey now. Look at me.” Leon said, placing both hands on my shoulders and giving them a small rub. “I need you to breathe. Wesker isn't here. He got what was coming to him. I promise.” he said, wrapping his arms around me. “Shhh it's okay. I'm here now. And I won't let anyone hurt you, okay?”

“O-okay.” I said, mimicking his breathing, still shaking.

“Dont worry ill talk with Chris when he gets back. I hate seeing you this way.” he said, placing a kiss on the top of my head and rubbing my back. My grip on him got tighter as he rocked us back and forth. Soon my breathing evened out but his grip on me didn't falter. “I'm gonna make a quick call to Hunnigan and have someone do this paperwork so we can go home okay?”

“Okay, as long as we can cuddle for the rest of the day. I'm just drained.'' I said leaning into his chest as he picked up the phone on the desk.

“Anything for my baby.” he said before dialing Hunnigan. “Hey Hunnigan, I'm gonna need the rest of the day off. Yeah it was another bad one. Alright thanks.” he said into the receiver then hung up, helping me to my feet. “You ready to go baby?” he asked, standing up and grabbing my hand.

“I guess so.” I said following him out of the office and into the elevator. “Sorry for being a pain in the ass.”

“You are the furthest thing from a pain in the ass. Now Chris on the other hand.” He said with a light chuckle, wrapping his arms around my waist. “You, my sweet boy, are absolutely perfect in my eyes.” he softly spoke before kissing my forehead. “I wouldn’t trade this for the world.”

“Wow Leon, getting soft?”I asked him as the elevator doors opened to the car park. “Who'd've thought that it'd take a traumatized man to make you soft hm?” I asked him as we approached his car. Usually he'd ride the ducati but it was raining so he left it at home.

“I get that Chris is pushing 50 but he doesn't have to play the grumpy old man act.” Leon said opening the car door for me. “At least Jill keeps him in line.”

I couldn't help the laugh that escaped my throat. “Damn babe tell me how you really feel.” I said watching him put the key in the ignition, cranking it. “But you aren’t exactly wrong.”

“Besides, he shouldn’t be that harsh on you. I've told him once before not to do that but I have no problem reminding him. Well, let's get home before the storm gets any worse.” he said exiting the parking deck.

The ride home was mostly silent, minus the soft music coming from the speakers and the occasional boom of thunder. I'm surprised that he still listens to the playlist I made him a few years back.

As we opened the front door we were greeted by our two cats, Ghost and Monty. “Hi boys, did you miss us?” I asked them, getting a loud meow in response from Ghost. “C’mere buddy.” i said picking him up and walking to our shared bedroom.

“You sure have a way with animals” Leon said as he took off his shoes, then followed closely behind me. “Don’t let them take up all the space in the bed will ya?”

“No promises. They have a mind of their own.” I said putting Ghost down and proceeding to take off my work clothes. I looked over my shoulder to see Leon doing the same.

“Cmere.” He said, opening his arms wide. I returned his embrace as he slowly walked back to the bed, pulling me down with him. “Move kitty. I want to cuddle with him, not you.” He said getting a meow in response.

“I don’t think he liked that Leon.” I said resting my head on his chest allowing his heartbeat to calm me.

He chuckled and pulled me closer. “Eh, he can think what he wants.” He said kissing my forehead. “Besides, the second the storm picks up again, he’ll be scurrying under the bed.” Sure enough, bright flash of lightning came through the window followed by a loud clap of thunder. I watched as ghost went from enjoying the pets Leon was giving him to running as fast as he could to get under the bed. “See?”

A small laugh escaped my lips as I watched the whole thing. “What can I say? He’s just a ScaredyCat.”

“Hey, I’m the one who makes the bad jokes!” He said pulling me up on top of him.

“Well looks like I just beat you to the punchline then.” I said sitting up slightly to look at him. His icy eyes held a gleam of happiness in them, a rare sight for him. His hand came up to caress my cheek and pull me into a sweet kiss.

“How did I get so lucky to have this. I thought for the longest time that I’d never feel slightly normal but I wouldn’t trade this for the world.” He said, carding his fingers through my short hair. A hum of content left my throat as I laid my head back down on his chest, just savoring the moment before something inevitably interrupted it. And to my surprise, I was able to drift off into a peaceful sleep as his hands rubbed patterns into the small of my back

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bregee13 · 3 years ago

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A New Home

It wasn't before long until the Raposa family wandered into the snowy fields. At first the snow barely dusted the grass beneath their feet, but eventually the snow became almost knee deep. It was a good thing Polly thought of bringing blankets with them. Even then, the three wished they had the time to change into warmer clothing.

Polly, while squeezing her dad's arm for support, shivered uncontrollably. "D-dad??? Why did-didn't we u-use the S-snow G-gate...?"

Nixie, who was also freezing, couldn't help but glare at her husband. "That's a g-good question, Polly! Bobby, why DIDN'T we use the snow g-gate?"

"Nghh..." 'How's this my fault? Movin dis way was YOUR idea...' As much as Bob wanted to say it out loud, he was much too tired to butt heads. Besides, after trudging through the snow for that long, you almost HAD to blame somebody. Though, if he didn't say anything, Nixie would freeze him to death before any snow could. "Well, if we w-went through the snow gate, we could've walked right i-into darkness. A-and dat wouldn't be fun, would it?"

Nixie, who was starting to remember her plan, felt her cheeks flush a little more than they already were. Though embarrassed, she welcomed the extra warmth on her face.

"B-but.... Why did-didn't we go to th-the dock?? A-and r-ride a boat somewhere?" Polly asked, hoping asking more questions would distract her from the cold.

Her mother shook her head. "N-no... We couldn't have done that. The d-darkness might've covered the dock by then..."

"M-might've!?! Y-you didn't k-know?!"

"I...I... Um... f-figured there wouldn't be any more boats sailing to and from there anyway... With all this darkness, of course... Of course...."

"Th... That... s-sounds..." Polly tried to call her mom out on her poor excuse, but she was just too frozen to speak.

"Dat sounds like a c-cra... crummy excuse, N-Nix.."

Nixie turned her head toward Bob in confusion. "Wh...what? Are you saying, Bobby?"

Bob stared off into the distance. He longed to go back home and sleep in the warmth of his bed, but he knew that was impossible. "D-dere was no h-harm in checkin first... Ya k-knew dere was a chance of esc-cape dere.... W-what the Rapo stopped ya...?"

"Oh... U-um... You know, um..." 'Well, you didn't bother to check either! Why blame me...?' It took a moment for Nixie to regain some of her composure. She knew she was the only one planning anything out, and that Bob likely didn't even think of checking the docks in the heat of the moment. She actually thought about leaving the village by boat many times. But the one thing that stopped her every time was her fear. "...E-even if there was a way.... Th-there's no way to know what to expect... The o-other villages might be worse off than where we w-were.... There's no way... There's no way...." While she did fear the darkness in other villages, she did have one other small fear that she was afraid to admit. She was scared of returning to her parents after going missing for so long. 'Only Creator knows how those two would react...'

"...Y-ya got a point.... I haven't h-heard from Jack in a real long time... H-Hope he and the folks are alright in Lavasteam... N-nice.... hot..... L-Lavasteam...." 'Rapo... This snow is messin with our heads n' makin us lookin all ridiculous!'

Bob looked back toward Polly. She hadn't spoken for a while now, which was odd for her. On top of that, she was moving at a snail's pace, slowing everyone down as a result. "Polly? Ya doin okay?"

"..." Polly, shaking rapidly, fully relied on her father's arm for support. She had a hard time gathering her words and saying them out loud. She felt horrible. "D-dad....." She cried. "I...I can't feel my legs......."

"Dat can't be good.... Hang on..." Bob walked up to Nixie and handed her the clothes he was carrying. "Hold dis for a s-sec?"

"O-oh... Of... Of course..."

Bob then proceeded to lift Polly off the ground, and carry her in his arms. "Urk!" 'She's heavier than I remember!' "It's okay... you're o-okay... Y-you you're gonna be okay, okay?" He tried to reassure her, but it only seemed to make everything worse. 'Oh Creator, she's real cold....' As worried as Bob was, he knew he couldn't show too much concern. For all he knew, it would just jinx everything. "...Y-Ya got uhh... Um... Bangle with ya? Ah! I..! I m-meant...! B....Bon...Go?"

Polly, squeezing her stuffed friend in her arms, didn't even bother to correct her dad. Though the fact that he caught the mistake on his own really meant a lot to her. "Mhmm..."

"G-good. Dat's good... "

Nixie took the clothes that were handed to her and covered her daughter with them as if they were extra blankets. "There. H-hope that will help s-somehow..."

"Th-thank thank you..."

The three silently continued on their journey through the snow. The bitter wind brushed their cheeks. Eventually, the snow began to die down, and the air was less stiff. The knee-high snow turned into mere frost. Needless to say, everyone was relieved. The ice life is NOT a nice life.

The wide open snow fields slowly turned into a chilly forest. The trees were of a purplish hue and had seemingly no end to them. It was clear that they had entered the forest gate region.

Bob, now getting tired of carrying her around, set Polly down by one of the many trees. "There ya go. Are ya feelin any better?"

Polly slowly nodded. "Y-yeah."

Nixie leaned down to feel Polly's arm. "She's still really cold..." She turned to her husband. "What should we do now?"

Bob looked up at the sky. Even after all that time, was just as gray as it was before. "We gotta get some shelter. Can't rest out in da open..."

"Where are we going to find this shelter, anyhow?"

"We're gon have to build it from scratch... Don't expect nothin fancy, I don't got no tools to work with."

"That's fine... But..." She looked down at Polly before returning her gaze to Bob. "Are you going to be alright by yourself?"

Bob tried to reassure her with a smile. "I'll be good on my own. Don't worry bout me. Just worry bout her."

"...Okay. Just be back soon."

"I will." Bob stepped back from his family and got to work.

Now, Bob may be a carpenter, but he wasn't exactly experienced in wilderness survival. Lucky for the three Raposa, he managed to put a small shelter together out of branches and leaves. And for the restrictions he had, it was relatively spacious. Just big enough for everyone to lay in comfortably.

Nixie had Polly wrapped up in her arms. "How are you feeling, baby? Are you warmer now?"

Polly yawned. "Yeah. I'm okay. I think Bongo's a little tired though. Are you tired, Bongo?"

"..."

"Yeah... He's pretty tired..." Polly's eyes had grown heavy from the exhausting journey she had been through.

Nixie, who was tired as well, softly chuckled to herself. "It seems that you're tired too. How about we get ready for bedtime?"

"Yeah… Okay." Polly stretched.

"Are you well enough to get up on your own?"

"I think so..." Polly slowly started to get up off of the ground. Although her legs were a little wobbly from sitting too long.

Nixie reached out for her daughter in an attempt to stable her. "Are you alright?!"

"I'm okay! I'm okay! My legs are just sleepy."

"Come on, I'll help you over there." Nixie had her arm wrapped around Polly's body, helping to guide her to the makeshift home Bob had made. "Bobby! Is the shelter finished over there?"

Bob looked back at his wife, and sighed. "It's 'bout as done as it's gonna get... Hope it works just fine."

"It looks wonderful. Why don't you take a break and get some rest? It's been quite a long day."

"It is gettin pretty late, huh? Alright. I'll take a breather."

"That's what I wanted to hear! Besides, a good sleep in there will make the perfect test for the structure you made."

"That's true..."

Polly pulled her mother's arm toward the shelter. She was starting to get cranky from a lack of sleep. "Mooom... C'mon! We gotta go to bed! Bongo's really really tired!"

"Alright, Polly! Settle down! We're on our way. Why don't you go on ahead and get ready for dreamland?" Nixie suggested.

"Okay..." Polly yawned. "G'night...." She squeezed Bongo in her arms, and stepped inside.

Nixie glanced at her husband. "We should follow her."

Bob nodded. "Yeah, I guess we should..."

The two stepped inside the structure. The dirt floor was covered in a bedding of grass and leaves, which in turn was covered by the largest blanket they had brought. It was cozy to say the least.

Polly was already laying down, curled up underneath her very own blanket. She held onto her doll as tightly as she could. Her eyes were shut. As far as Nixie and Bob could tell, she was already fast asleep.

“She looks so peaceful…” Nixie whispered.

“That didn’t take very long at all, huh?”

“That journey must have drained all of the energy from her. I don’t believe I blame her.”

“Poor Polly… I sure hope all dat snow didn’t leave her sick…”

“I hope so too. She didn’t seem to be all that ill, just tired. ...I have faith that she’ll turn out alright."

Bob sighed. “Rapo, what’d we do to deserve any of this? We lost nearly everythin, and now we gotta live in this… this… whatever this is!”

“You’re the one who built the shack… I don’t see why you’re the one complaining.” Nixie mumbled.

“...What was that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing. It doesn’t mean anything. It’s fine.” Nixie clearly sounded annoyed. “It’s not a permanent solution, anyhow… We’re not staying too long.”

“...Are you insulting my work?”

“Bobby, please.”

“No no, I get it. I understand! I don’t wanna live here either! Who the Rapo would? In fact, it’s so awful dat any normal Raposa would rather sleep outside on the dirt and die!”

“We may as well be…” Nixie muttered.

“Excuse me?! I worked real hard to set this up! All by myself with no tools, no help of any kind, and you’re talkin to me like that?! A lil while ago, you said it was fantastic. I worked the best that I could under these circumstances, and now you’re mad it ain’t good enough?!”

“Bobby, you know that isn’t what I meant.”

“Really? What else could you have meant by that?! I don’t understand anything you’re saying, Nix! First you said one thing, then you say the opposite? I don’t understand at all...” Bob crossed his arms and hung his head low. His eyes were starting to water in frustration. “...Explain to me, Nix. What’s wrong? What’d I do wrong? What the Rapo did I do to you to make you insult me like dat?!”

“Rapo, you didn’t do anything! Nothing is wrong! Why would you come to the conclusion that everything is your fault?! What the Rapo do you even think you did?”

“I-I dunno… I was just askin you that! Ya can’t just say ‘nothin is wrong’ right after complaining your rear off to me!”

“Well maybe I’m just feeling a little peeved.”

“Peeved?!”

“Of course I’m peeved! I didn’t want this! I didn't want to be forced out of my home, I didn’t want to have to worry about whether or not we’ll make it out of this okay, and I surely didn’t want you to yell at me!”

“Yell at ya?! Nix, you’re da one dat started it!”

“Bobby, what the Rapo are you talking about? I didn’t start anything! You just got mad at me out of nowhere!”

“Out of- What?! I-I would never do dat to you! I would never yell or get mad at you for no reason!”

“Then why are you yelling at me right now then?”

“B-because... I’m mad because you insulted me!” He began to cry. “I’m mad because you decided to be mean at me for no reason! I’m mad… because I don’t understand why you would do that…”

“Bobby?”

“That… that really hurt, Nix… Why would you go and do that?”

“Bobby… I… I’m so sorry.” She gently lifted his chin up so she could see his face better. “I’m sorry.”

Bob looked at her and sniffled. “I don’t understand, Nix. I-I know it ain’t the best I’ve done, but you ain’t gotta be mean about it…”

“I wasn’t trying to be mean to you… I… I was just frustrated. And I ended up saying the wrong thing… I know that wasn’t right for me to snap like that, but… I’m sorry…”

“I know you’re sorry… I know you’re just stressed out. Dat just… really got to me for some reason. I-I’m sorry I overreacted.”

“Bobby… You didn’t overreact. It’s okay. It’s my fault for upsetting you.” She sighed. “We’re both just... frazzled from all of this. I understand.”

“...I forgive ya Nix. I know ya didn’t mean what you said.” He faintly smiled for a moment. “But… There’s somethin I don’t understand. Why’d ya say it looked good earlier? I don’t get it.”

“...You want me to be honest? I... was trying to be polite. I didn’t want something like this to happen. Especially not in front of Polly. ...Wait a minute. Polly!” She turned around to face Polly, hoping that she was fast asleep and didn’t hear anything they said.

Polly, who was watching the entire time, hid under her blanket once she got caught. ‘Rapo! She saw me!’ She then pretended to be sleeping, hoping that she wasn’t in trouble.

Nixie sighed and turned back to her husband. “We really need to pull ourselves together, don’t we?”

Bob nodded. “If I were her, I wouldn’t want my folks arguing over nothin… I’d want em to be happy. I’d wanna be sure that it’s all gonna be okay. ...We gotta do better for her.”

“You’re right. From now on, we have to stay positive. No matter what happens.”

“Of course. We gotta set an example. It’s what Polly deserves. It’s what Hunter deserves too.”

“...Yeah.”

“...I wonder if Hunter’s doin alright. Maybe… Maybe he’s alive somehow?”

“I don’t want to talk about Hunter...”

“Alright, I understand.”

The two stood there for a moment in awkward silence. With all the chaos in their lives, it had been a long time since either of them found a moment of joy. When Hunter disappeared, arguments began to take his place. And with each new horrible event, it just kept getting worse. And that was something nobody wanted.

The two couldn't help but get lost in thought. They truly wanted to set a good example for Polly and be positive, but where would they even begin? It wasn't like there were many positives that came to mind. But neither of them wanted to go to sleep on a negative note, so the two thought in silence.

"...Our anniversary is tonight, ain't it?" Bob broke the silence.

"It is? I didn't know that... Are you sure?"

"Sure I am! I mean, don't ya feel it in the air?"

"...Do you even know what the current date is, Bobby?"

"Ah... No, but you don't know either! It's close enough, ain't it? Besides, dates don't matter now anyway!"

"Well, you're not wrong!" Nixie laughed.

"...You remember when we first met?" Bob reminisced. "You didn't have a home for yourself, and I let ya stay with me."

Nixie smirked. "Oh, how could I forget? It was obvious you fell for me the moment I met you."

"I was, huh?"

She nodded. "...You know, Bobby, it's funny. I feel as homeless as I felt that very day."

"Oh really?"

"Oh~! Mr. Builde, I have been left abandoned and homeless! May I stay here in your fine home~? Only for a short while~!"

"Oh! Are ya sure you want to stay in this shack of mine?"

"Bobby, please. I don't want to start that again."

"Hey, I'm just stating facts here! And to be honest, our home at the time wasn't that much better than this shed. "

"Oh Bobby, stop being so hard on yourself. Come on, why won't you let me inside your cozy home~?"

"Ah.. I dunno~" He blushed. "I think it'd be more romantic out under the stars~" He leaned in for a kiss.

"Bobby! No!" Nixie laughed. "It's too cold out! Besides, the stars disappeared a long time ago!"

"Ah, c'mon Nix! Can't we pretend there's stars?" He smirked. "It'd be just like that one romantic time we had in twilite years back~"

She flushed a bright red. "B-Bobby!" She hid her face and laughed out of embarrassment.

"Oh... I uh... I didn't mean it like that!" Bob blushed from embarrassment himself. "Just... We were so in love back then... I miss it, Nix."

"Bobby..." Nixie held Bob's hands in hers, and smiled. "You know that never went away. We're just... going through obstacles. It's normal. ...Though I admit these latest obstacles are far more extreme than anyone could anticipate."

"That's true, this ain't exactly something I expected to deal with." Bob kissed her hands. "But we just gotta tackle these problems head on, huh?"

Nixie nodded. "We just have to stick together from here on out."

"I can handle that." Bob looked back at Polly, who was asleep for real this time, and turned back to Nixie. "You ready to hit the hay?"

"I'm not sure..." She said, hesitant. "Something doesn't feel right. Maybe it's only my nerves, but..."

"...Ya scared?"

"...A little. I mean, what if something shows up while we sleep and... makes us sleep for good?"

"That's not gonna happen. I won't allow it."

"Bobby, I'm serious. We could get really hurt." She glanced over at Polly. "...Or worse."

"Well I'm serious too. I'll stay up and keep watch for anythin that'll go bump in the night."

"No, you need sleep. Especially after you've done so much..."

"You done a bunch too though." Bob pondered for a moment. "Alright, why don't we take turns then?"

"...That could work. But what if-?"

"Hey, no 'what if's! Just go and get some sleep. I'll watch first." He yawned.

"You know, I'm not that tired." She said before yawning herself. "I think you should rest while I watch first."

"Nah, I've already made up my mind. I'm watching first."

"After all that labor? Aren't you being stubborn? Let me watch."

"Nix. Remember we said no fighting over nothin."

Nixie looked at the ground, ashamed. "...Yes. You're right, I'm sorry."

"Don't worry 'bout it. Now go get sleep. The sooner ya do, the sooner my shift starts. And the sooner my shift starts, the sooner it ends."

"Alright." She kissed him on the cheek. "I'll see you again soon. Love you."

Bob blushed. "Love ya too hun."

Nixie walked further into the shelter, checking her sleeping daughter before laying down to sleep herself.

The two followed through with their agreement and took turns keeping watch while the other slept. Nothing posed threat to them then.

Bongo was held tight in Polly's loving arms. It had been absorbing as much energy as it could, but it knew it only had a fraction of the energy needed to reach it's goal of a long life.

Luckily, Bongo managed to absorb a massive amount of energy a few months back. It wasn't near enough to reach it's goal, but it was just enough for it to go and seek enough.

Bongo had been waiting patiently and desperately for the opportunity to fully feed off it's host, but no good opportunities presented themselves. It wouldn't dare risk everything with other Raposa present. If it failed, it would waste it's precious energy. And if the Raposa found out what Bongo was made to do, it could get destroyed. So Bongo needed to be as careful as possible.

It quickly scanned the area, checking if it's opportunity finally arrived.

It knew there was no longer a town of Raposa to potentially catch it, but Polly's parents were still there.

Bongo considered making it's move while the parents slept, but it would be far too high risk considering how protective they were. And with the new environment, the two were more high alert than usual.

Bongo knew the only chance it had at draining it's host would be when Polly was all alone.

Bongo rested once more. It couldn't drain itself now.

The waiting game wasn't over yet. And Bongo knew if it played its cards right, it would surely win.

#Drawn to Life #my ocs #my writing #Dtl OCS #Polly #nixie #Bob (the Builde)#bongo #*prays Tumblr didn't mess with the formatting too bad*#also it's finally done holy fun #*fuk #Its been... 2-3 years...

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dinolikes · 4 years ago

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IMPOSTER- PART TWO

summery ❤︎ Nobody has any quirks and are stuck on a ship like among us

pairings ❤︎ Imposter!Dabi x Reader

content warnings ❤︎ major character death

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you sobbed into dabi's chest as hawks and ingeniumu covered thirteens body with a sheet, everyone looking over, some with tears, and some with just a blank look, like they were still processing it.

it was silent for a long time before ingeniumu cleared his throat and looked up, everyone seeing the ghost of tears in his eyes, "we have to call h-headquarters," his voice cracked but he stood tall, he would make a great captain one day, even with his pushover attitude.

you were crowded in the cafeteria, a computer resting on the table with headquarters on the line.

"im sorry to say this but you have an imposter."

you shook your head, you refused to believe it, how could these people, your FRIENDS, who you've lived with for a year, how could they be imposters?

though you shouldnt be surprised, the league has been gaining members, rarely any ship didnt have at least ONE imposter, some even having as much as three, you just thought you guys were the exception.

"twice, hawks, you searched thirteens body correct?" a voice came through the screen.

"yes sir," hawks quietly muttered.

"was everything in place?"

"he didnt have the vent key."

the vent key, really easy to pass through, was originally made for people to quickly go from room to rooms, but after the rise of imposters who started using it to sneak up on people, only one person was allowed to use it per day.

the voice cursed, "very well." a sigh could be heard, "well you know the drill," you did, you just didnt like it, "if you suspect someone, send them out and let them die," you gulped.

you didnt know if you could do that, even knowing that someone here murdered thirteen, you learned to care for each of them, even weirdo itchy snatch tomura. you didnt know if you could just send them into space to suffocate. even the thought made you sick.

"until then, we'll need you to finish your tasks fast, we'll have you home by the end of the day, which means the imposter will probably try to kill faster today. watch out." with that a beep was heard, signaling that you were disconnected.

a grim silence filled the room.

hawks finally spoke up, "which one of you assholes did it?"

dabi glared at the taller man, "fuck you dude, how do we know you didnt do it?"

hawks took a step closer, "bold accusations from someone who seems to hate everyone!"

"why would I kill one of the only people I actually like in this shithole?"

"because he had the vent key dumbass!"

"hey!" twice yelled.

hawks glowered at him, "oh yeah, how could we forget twice here? you found the body right? meaning you were the last one to see him? why DID you decide to check on him huh?"

"why would I come to you guys then?!"

"i dunno, to throw off suspicion maybe?"

you finally snapped "stop it!" everyone's heads shot towards you, "thirteen is dead," you choked out, "and I know thay we're all upset but we just have to finish today's tasks and then we're back home, okay?"

everyone stared, until deku started nodding, "y-yeah! just today's tasks left! then we'll go home and catch the imposter and we'll be fine!"

"what makes you so sure we'll catch him once we get home idiot?"

deku stared up confusingly at kaachan, "dont we have cameras?"

ingeniumu looked at his friend "obviously deku but whatre you getting at?"

"our cameras have memory sticks," shoto spoke up quietly, "when they're connected into one of headquarters machines, you can access all of what it caught,"

deku nodded rapidly, "exactly!"

your eyes lit up, "deku your a genius!" you grabbed his head and gave him a big smooch on the forehead, leaving him a red and stuttering mess.

dabi tsk'ed, "c'mere,' he grabbed you hand and pulled you towards him, wrapping you hands around you and resting his head on your shoulder.

you rolled your eyes playfully at his jealous nature.

"fine. we finish our task but if another person is found dead we're booting someone off." with that, hawks stormed off.

you tried not to go too harsh on him, you knew hawks looked up to thirteen, and beneath that cocky demeanor, he really was soft.

knowing that though, you couldnt help but feel some fear and resentment.

fear because you didnt think you could kill off one of your own and resentment because you knew hawks would make you do exactly that.

"we should have a plan," ingeniumu speaks up, "4 groups of two who continue on and do their tasks, and I think twice should be on security, just incase the imposter attacks again," everyone nods.

"i'll go with wonder," dabi states, already grabbing your hand,

"dont you think you'll get distracted with...other things?" tomura smirks, dabi clenching your hand in his.

"fuck. off."

"oo feisty~"

dabi glares, "yknow you dont really seem to care much that thirteens dead!"

tomura's eyes flash a dangerous color and he leans forward.

"the FUCK did you just say?"

"you heard me you fucking incel,"

"stop!" ingeniumu yells, "tomura is right, you guys do get quite distracted, wonder is with hawks, dabi your with shoto. ill go with tomura and that leaves deku and kaachan, with twice on security. let's go!"

dabi grumbles but goes with his brother as you lightly kiss him on the cheek and go with hawks.

you cant help but think about how amazing that kid is gonna be when hes older as a captain of his own ship.

you and hawks head off, both of you checking your list and stopping by rooms, the other waiting as they finish their task and repeating, until hawks sighed.

"how are you dating that asshole?"

you laugh, "hes not too bad once he likes you,"

"and what? he just doesn't like me?"

"exactly."

"what if he didnt like thirteen?" your smile drops instantly.

"hawks..."

"I'm just saying!"

"well STOP saying! I know dabi and he wouldnt betray me like that, so whatever accusations you have against MY boyfriend, I dont wanna here it," you scowl as you check your notebook, and started heading forward, "c'mon. I have to do wires in electrical."

hawks stayed quiet through the walk, as you stormed forward, wanting to get as much away from him as possible without ACTUALLY losing him. if you were being honest you were scared of going off alone.

as you walked in electrical you instantly went towards the wires, not noticing hawks standing in the doorway,

"wonder?"

"yes hawks?" you snap.

"I just saw someone vent." you pause and turn around.

"where and who?!"

"I dont know! I just saw the vent close when we walked in here and since Thirteen had the key before he died, that means that only the imposter can vent!"

"fuck! why would they vent though?!"

hawks paused. "maybe they killed someone again."

tears filled your eyes as you started searching the dark room, almost tripping over something, you only briefly looked up but you choked back a sob.

it was a foot.

"hawks!"

he came running towards you from behind the wall and saw the foot, gulping as he turned on the flashlight.

there say ingeniumu, with his throat slashed.

you couldnt hold back the cry that left your throat as hawks pulled you in for a hug, mostly to hide his own tears.

"what's going on in here?" you heard dabi's voice and you lifted you head to see him and shoto.

he looked mad but when hawks gestured with his flashlight towards the body, the brief flash letting both of the boys see, dabi understood.

"c'mere baby," he grabbed you quickly and held you tight as you sobbed into his chest, dabi looked up at his brother, "shoto can you call a meeting?" he asked softly. you assumed shoto nodded because there were no other words spoken.

there you all sat again, in cafeteria.

you were sniffling as dabi played with your hair, you holding shoto close as he leaned into you, still in shock of seeing his friend's lifeless corpse like that.

deku stood tall and didnt bother to hide the tears streaming down his face and even kaachan was caught sniffling a bit.

twice sat quietly in the corner, with his elbows on his knees.

hawks though, was red in the face from anger. and the victim of his anger was none other than tomura.

"you were teamed up with him fuckface!"

tomura simply shrugged, "I got bored and wanted to check on twice, see if he was alive,"

"well he is! but your partner fucking isnt!" hawks jammed his finger against the other mans chest, "and I think YOURE the cause!"

tomura raised his eyebrows, "I was with twice, right twice?" he did a 180 to stare hard at twice who looked up slightly and slowly nodded. that seemed to please tomura though as he turned back around, "see?"

"that doesnt mean shit! you were supposed to be with him!"

"but I wasnt."

"but you WERE! that's why the kid is dead!"

"I say we vote." shoto's voice was muffled by your neck and dabi's chest, where he was currently crammed in, but it was still intelligible.

you raise your head and wipe a few stray tears, "I think that's smart sho,"

you all nod and murmur in agreement.

"fine then. let's vote." hawks glares at tomura one last time, "who says skip?"

tomura, twice and shoto raise their hands.

"i dont think theres enough evidence." shoto explains and you nod, quietly telling him that theres nothing wrong with his belief.

hawks has a slight triumph look on his face, "who says that tomura is a fucking psychopath who likes to murder children!"

"murder a child. thirteen is practically twice my age" tomura corrects, "and besides I didn't do it."

hawks rolls his eyes, "whatever, everyone just vote."

you, dabi, hawks, deku and kaachan raise your hand, making you guys the winner.

"perfect." hawks drags tomura over to the ejecting room, usually used for heavier garbage that didnt fit in the disposal.

as you all surrounding the glass wall that separated you and tomura you cried a bit more.

sure you hated this dude but you still KNEW him!

"anything left to say sicko?" hawks glared at the smiling tomura.

"maybe you arent as much of a bird brain as I thought hawks. good job, you win," he does a slight bow like this was a performance before hawks pulls the lever, tomura's body flying out before hawks closed it again.

"he admitted to it." deku stated simply.

"yeah."

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Carly & Ali & Caleb & Drew

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Ali: especially not tonight Caleb: 🙏🏾 for us Ali: [a picture because we are already and this is only getting messier] Ali: like this? Caleb: yeah, that'll work Carly: its working for me Ali: all you gotta do is be 👼🏾👼🏼👼🏻 Carly: 🤎💛💚💙 Drew: damn Drew: we'll make it 10 minutes Carly: what do u need to make it 5 Drew: why aren't you two together? 🤔 Carly: we r always together boy Drew: 📸s or it didn't happen Carly: [video because you gotta one up a fuck boy] Carly: k? Drew: 👌👌 Caleb: 👌🏾👌🏾 Ali: you two are always together and all Ali: so 👀👀 Carly: aw so much 🤎💛💚💙 in here Ali: could be more Carly: yea Ali: not afraid of a 📸 are you? Caleb: 👀 away, bro Caleb: [fuck boi pics] Drew: [own superior fuckboy pics tbh] Ali: not together but that's okay Ali: we'll take 'em when you get here Carly: so creative baby Carly: 🔮🎨🌠🎇 Ali: They're good subjects, I can admit that Carly: theyre k Ali: they're nothing on you obvs Ali: muse extraordinaire Carly: ur 🍑🍯🍒🍍 Ali: 🍓🐇🌹🐿🍄🐰🍓 Carly: ☀️🐅🌼💫🌻☄️🐯🌱🌊🪐🚀🍀 Drew: is this gay code Carly: ha Carly: if i was gay u wouldnt have a party invite Carly: ur hair aint that long or pretty Drew: yeah it's just for 👀👀 Carly: its for 💙💍 Carly: dont get it twisted Drew: 👌👌 Carly: i need her i dont need u Carly: cavante can come thru wit the drop if ur gonna b 👿 Ali: Caleb's being nice now Caleb: I got you 💪🏾✌🏾 Ali: you can be 😈 later Caleb: you know it Ali: that's why you're 💌 Caleb: & omw Ali: better be Caleb: it's better when you trust, you know that too Ali: not been the day for it Ali: 👀 is believing Caleb: [drug pics because he is on his way] Caleb: I look after you both, all you gotta do is ask Ali: You want it in words now too, yeah Caleb: what your girl said about unnecessary chat, we done the lip & 🙏🏾 service Ali: 🕐 Caleb: count it down, I'll be there when I said Carly: 🚀🚀🚀 Ali: patience ain't my virtue Carly: & i dont have any Drew: can handle needy Carly: yea? 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Warrior Daughter

Chapter Twenty-One

Master List | Steve Rogers Master List | Series Master List

Previous Chapter

Pairing: Steve Roger's x Reader, Bucky Barnes x OFC | Word Count: 5453 Warnings: Language

Song: Glitter and Gold by Barns Courtney

Bucky was finishing the buckle on his sword belt when the door to his room opened. He palmed a dagger, but it was only Eira returning. Her leather was snowy white, pants tight, skirt faulds swinging around hips he'd worshipped with his lips but hours ago. The heavy silver breastplate was back, and Bucky had the ridiculous desire to run his hands over her breasts.

Sure she wouldn't feel it, but that didn't mean he didn't want to do it and when she stalked toward him, bristling with blades, Bucky swallowed thickly and sat down hard on the end of the bed.

“So that's what that looks like.” He'd heard all about Murder Strut; he'd just never seen anyone else pull it off before.

“What what looks like?” She stopped between his spread thighs and began adjusting his armour.

“My walk.” He batted at her hands. “Watcha doing, kitten?”

“Fixing this.”

“It's fine.”

“It's not fine. After last night, I know, now, how this,” she stroked her fingers down his left arm, “works. You need you cuirass to be tighter around the ribs, but looser at the shoulder. Right now, it's fitted as any standard armour would be. Honestly, it gives you away as a novice. A few tweaks, and you'll appear as one comfortable in his armour.”

Bucky stroked his hands up her thighs beneath the faulds of her skirt. “I'm no novice, sweetheart.”

“Mm? You often wear heavy armour in your day to day life, do you?”

The smug, teasing lit in her voice had Bucky grabbing her ass. “Keep it up, kitten, and I'll turn you over my knee.”

A fire simmered to life in her eyes as she shifted to slide one leg over his and lowered to sit. “I'd rather just straddle it.”

Bucky gave a wanton groan and rocked her body on him. “Baby doll, you're gonna be so much trouble.”

Her arms went around his neck. There was an even bigger smirk on her lips when she leaned forward and purred against his ear. “Sjelevenn, you have no idea.” Her mouth attached to his mark and Bucky went ridged with sensation, the pleasure pounding through his body.

“Eira.” He sounded like a broken record with the way his voice cracked.

“Come,” she breathed and made him shake. “It's time for breakfast.”

“That was cruel.”

“It was, wasn't it.” Her grin was all devious Valkyrie as she tried to shift off his thigh.

Bucky wasn't having it. “Nuh huh. You started it; you can finish it.”

“We will be late for breakfast. Are we not supposed to arrive looking concerned and flustered?”

“I can definitely get behind flustered.” A roll of his thigh made her gasp. “C'mon, kitten. You can't tell me you don't want it.”

“I do want it, but I also don't want to smell of sex all day.”

Bucky pouted as she rose from his thigh. “Spoilsport.”

“I'll make it up to you later.”

Her eyes held a promise that weakened his knees. His sweet Eira was a demon in bed, and he loved it.

“But first. Breakfast.”

She took his hand, and they left together, shutting the door tight behind them.

***

“I still can't believe that asshole stuck me with a knife.”

You chuckled softly as you led Steve through the halls. Loki hadn't even allowed him time to exit the bathroom entirely before a short blade slashed over Steve's exposed forearm. Laced with poison, you’d all held your breath, waiting to see what, if any, side effects would occur.

Thankfully, Steve remained unharmed, reporting only a mild burning at the sight of the wound that was swiftly knitting itself back together. It wasn’t until after he was assured Steve was fine and immune to the poison that Loki informed you it had been the same poison which had killed Helgi in your first life. Loki had been swift to return you to the Valkyrjur when you’d damn near taken his head off with your sword. Still, he’d nicked you with the same blade first, making sure you, too, were immune to the poison, one of the strongest known to Asgard.

You’d arrived in your suite, now clean and free of blood, and Loki assured you anyone coming through the door with ill intent would be met with painful consequences. It was a relief, and an even bigger one when he explained he’d warded Bucky’s suite with the same magic. Inside those two rooms, nothing could get to them without bringing the full might of the God of Mischief down on their heads.

It made you feel better, knowing at least while you slept there was security there.

“It was rude, but at least we know we’re good now though I want to pour the same concoction down Bucky and Eira’s throat. Right after breakfast, they need to go to the temple and seal Eira’s scroll.”

“Yeah. Least then we know she’ll be able to find him again, right?”

“Exactly.” You smiled when you saw Bucky and Eira waiting at the end of the hall, out of view of the dining hall where the low murmur of voices sounded a bit like a beehive droning in the background. “Sister.” You held your arms out for Eira who rushed into them. “Congratulations.”

The shifting shadows of your minimal vision couldn’t hide the smile on her face. “Thank you, my queen.”

Steve poked Bucky in the side of the neck. “So you took the plunge, huh?”

“Figured why wait? If it’s meant to be, there’s no point in fighting it.” Bucky shrugged, but his emotions were clear as a bell, his happiness appearing to almost glow around him.

“After we eat, you must take him to the temple,” you said to Eira who was already nodding her agreement.

“I will, but I don’t like leaving you for even that short amount of time.”

“I’ll have Ama and the others with me, along with Steve until Odin arrives, and Loki is skulking around here somewhere,” you assured her. “I’ll be fine until you two can return. We’ll take no chances with your bond.”

“Yes, my queen.”

You gave her a final hug and turned toward Bucky. “Welcome to the fold, Barnes.”

His grin likely matched yours for smugness when you reached up to hug him. “Guess this makes me family for real.”

“You’ve always been family for real.” You drew back to look at him. “Even before all this happened you were Steve’s brother. I’ve never not considered you mine.”

“Y/N,” he murmured before dragging you in for a hug that squeezed your ribs.

“Okay, okay. Love on your own Valkyrie.” Steve punched Bucky in the shoulder while grinning at Eira. He stepped closer to the blushing Valkyrie, gave her a little hug and kissed her cheek. “Welcome to the family, dollface.”

“Thank you, your grace.”

“Steve’s fine especially if we’re on Earth. I’ll never live it down if you call me your grace in front of the others,” he chuckled.

“Should we get this show on the road?” Bucky asked.

“Yes, we should.” You took a deep breath and turned toward the hall. “I’d say watch for disappointment, but I’m not sure it will matter. Gunborg may not have been behind this, but she likely knows who was. The Valkyrjur attended Valhalla last night. Eira.”

“Yes, my queen?”

“Once you’re back from the Temple, get me a list of everyone on duty at the keep.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Let’s do this.”

With a glance up at Steve, you took his arm and headed for the dining hall. The doors stood open, revealing the long space flanked in windows. The same kind of tables that had lined the hall of Valhalla filled this one as well, but the Valkyrie gathered only took up a third of the space at most. Still, they were a sea of white and blue, earmarking those Valkyrie who were on duty today, along with the young novates. The rest wore the garb of training, comfortable clothing easily cleaned.

Your attention appeared focused forward as the women came to attention and rose to their feet, but really, you were watching Gunborg and the women around her. They were slow to their feet, all wearing scowls. Gunborg’s anger was like a raging beacon, and you noted Brynjar was not at her side.

You slowed to a stop beside her. “Gunborg, how’s Brynjar?”

“What do you care?”

“He’s your sjelevenn, Gunborg. Of course, I care.” And you did. No matter how much she hated you, or the things she might have done, she’d been worthy of a bond with Brynjar, the longest lasting one in the history of the Valkyrjur. “Please. Is he alright?”

A flicker of something softened in her hard gaze. “He’ll live.”

“Good.” You smiled and moved on, tightening your grip on Steve’s arm when he inhaled to speak. Only once you sat at the head table did you lean closer and speak. “Don’t ever apologize for kicking his ass.”

Eira snickered as she sat beside Bucky. “Steve kicked Brynjar’s ass?”

Steve smiled at the novate with the jug of water. “Embarrassed it first.”

“What you do?” Bucky asked.

You rolled your eyes. “Drunken Monkey.”

Bucky spat water across the table. “You didn’t?”

“I did,” Steve said smugly.

“And I missed it,” Bucky groaned. “How was it?”

“I’ll admit it was amusing,” you snickered, “but incredibly impractical. And now Thor wants to try.”

Bucky snorted a second mouthful of water. “I gotta see that!”

You chuckled as you pushed back your chair and raised your hands for silence. “Sisters of the Valkyrjur, it is with great pleasure I announce a new sjelevenn bond has formed after a thousand years! Lift your voices in celebration for our sister, Eira, whose sjelevenn is my dear brother, James, son of Barnes!”

Loud cheers and whistles erupted as they all came to their feet. You could practically feel the renewed hope fill them at the news, and when Eira leaned over and kissed Bucky hard on the mouth, the noise doubled. To see a new bond form right before their eyes gave each of them hope that the possibility of their sjelevenn was out there, just waiting to be found.

The dark malady of shadow which hung over the valley and felt like pressure against your skin lifted slightly, appearing as new light pouring through the windows.

It was good, and a step in the right direction, but even as the darkness lightened around the majority of the gathered women, the half of the hall where Gunborg sat remained as dark as ever.

Again you raised your hands, calling for silence. “Brynhildr, Jesslyn, and Magret are posting lists against the far wall. On them, you will find where I want you training. Teachers, some of you have been reassigned into better positions. Novates, you will attend your classes as usual, and I will assess you there.

It was no more than a disgruntled murmur from the back of the room, but you could still hear it.

“She watches for one day and thinks she knows us?”

“Nera! Rise and come forward.” The speaker rose with uncertainty and wide eyes. “Find your name and speak aloud where I think you should be improving yourself.”

She stalked to the back wall where Brynhildr smugly pointed out Nera’s name. “Footwork and shield art.”

“Am I wrong in my assessment?” you asked.

Another Valkyrie snorted, “No,” and a chuckle ran through the hall.

You smiled but didn’t join in their laughter, only waited till it settled. “The next bit of business has to do with them.” You motioned toward the doors where Terra and those former slaves who wished to remain walked through wearing long dresses of black. They looked smart and formal and nowhere near the slaves they’d once been. Each stood a little taller, though they all looked nervous. “Fifteen slaves. Fifteen! How dare the lot of you call yourselves Valkyrie when you allowed this to happen. Slavery has been outlawed on Asgard for millennium, and we as the Valkyrjur have many times fought for the rights of people enslaved!”

Faces filled with shame as the Valkyrjur looked down at their hands.

“I am aware some of you fought this decision, and I know two of our sisters were killed for their stance. Later this week, we will honour them and their pegasi as they should have been. We will lift their names to Freyja in glory of their sacrifice, but today we begin moving forward to erase the blight upon our history. They are slaves no more, each now a free person. Five will be returning home, the others have decided to stay on as household staff and will be tasked with overseeing our accolades. Let me make this clear. Terra is Head of Staff. I will soon set her duties and those of her team, but you will treat each of them with the same respect you would give any of your sisters. And because of this shameful, deplorable act, the wages they are owed will be taken from yours.”

“Valkyrie get paid?” Bucky whispered to Eira.

She winced but nodded. “Yes, quite well, but paying for ten years worth of wages to fifteen staff will hurt, even split over all of us.”

“You can’t do that!” The cry came from the darkest section of the hall.

“I can, and I will. Be thankful those responsible for the death of two Valkyrie and their pegasi are not being punished. Selky has paid the price for her mistakes, and I shall include this transgression among them.” You looked directly at Nera and Gunborg. Only one had the good sense to appear contrite, and you shifted your focus to Terra at the door. With a nod, you dismissed them from the room. “Moving on, Benatta, come here.”

The redhead stood and hurried forward to bow to the table. “My queen?”

“Benatta, we spoke once of the Jegere. Remember?” She nodded. “The Jegere were a separate, much-revered wing of the Valkyrjur. They were tasked with finding those worthy of becoming Valkyrie.”

“How?” she asked, her eyes wide in wonder.

“It is a gift, a rare one that has not been nurtured as it should have.”

“Are you sure it’s me?”

You motioned her to her feet. “Have you never looked at a girl and thought, “She would make a perfect Valkyrie?’”

Benatta nodded. “Yes, as I said, twice before.”

“That is the job of a Jegere, to find and return with girls for the Valkyrjur. The ones you know belong with us. Has anyone else experienced such a feeling?” you asked the rest of those gathered. Three more women raised their hands, and you motioned them to join Benatta. “After I return from the Einherjar, we will discuss your new roles and change of wing. From now on, the four of you will ride together.”

“A wing of only four?” Benatta asked. “But I thought wings were always of nine?”

“Yes, usually, but Jegere are special. Without you, our numbers do what they have in the last centuries. They dwindle until but a third of our tables are full. You four will have new duties and responsibilities. This doesn’t mean you will never be called to battle, but we need you to refill our ranks and train new Jegere when they are discovered. We cannot let our numbers fall so low again.”

All four pressed a fist to their hearts and bowed. “Yes, my queen.”

“Eira will call for you when we return from the Einherjar. I will teach you what I remember. Until then, see if you can find reference to Jegere in the archives.” They nodded, each looking a little shocked but mostly excited as they headed back to their tables.

“Finally,” you stood tall and turned stern, “It will take more than a blood curse to kill me, and when I find out who was behind the one left waiting for my sjelevenn and me in our chambers last night, I will show you no mercy.”

Half the women came to their feet and reached for weapons, most speaking in outraged tones.

Brynhildr, Jesslyn, Magret and Ama stalked through the group to come forward and bow before dropping to each to a knee. All wore the white of full battle dress, no different than you or Eira. Each looked ready for war, every honour gained through their years in the Valkyrjur on full display in the braids and cuffs present in their hair.

“My queen. If an attack could come even from within the halls of the Valkyrjur, it is time for you to choose your Honour Guard,” Ama said.

“We humbly submit ourselves for consideration,” the other three said together.

Oda pushed through the others. “I request the same consideration, my queen.”

May and Frey followed. “And us as well.”

“Brynhildr, Jesslyn, Magret, and Ama, your council yesterday was invaluable. You are accepted. Join my table.” You motioned them to rise and sit next to Bucky. “Oda.” She looked up hopefully. “You are a trainer of the little ones, but I think you are better suited to training others in speed and agility. You have the talent for it. If you choose this path instead, you would be giving that up. To hold that position is a great honour.”

She shook her head. “There is no honour greater than being in your guard.”

“Then I guess I will need to find a new trainer.” You smiled and motioned for her to join the others. “May and Frey, the skills you showed on the field yesterday were beyond compare. I welcome you to my guard.” They grinned wide and rose to take seats beside Oda.

“You need one more, my queen.”

You smirked at Ama and set your hand on Bucky’s shoulder. “Why? My group of nine is complete.”

He arched a brow. “Did I just become an honorary Valkyrie?”

You snorted a laugh and sat down. “You wish, Barnes.”

***

Steve stood on the steps of the keep and watched the group of riders and half as many shaggy wolf style hounds race up the valley. “That horse has eight legs.”

“Of course he does. That’s Sleipner.”

He glanced at Y/N. “You say that like it should mean something.”

It made her chuckle and shake her head. “Remind me to make you read up on Germanic history when we go back to Midgard.”

“Only if you help me differentiate between the fabrications and the truth. It’s hard to tell anymore.”

“Of course.” She beamed up at him, her smile wide. “Have fun and remember what I said. Don’t fall off your horse.”

“I won’t.” Hopefully.

The group of roughly fifteen riders plus Odin came to a halt at the foot of the stairs where Sif was the only one to dismount.

“Your grace. My horse for you.” She bowed her head and held out the reins.

Steve placed a swift kiss on Y/N’s cheek and jogged down the stairs. “Your horse?” he asked Sif.

“I won't need him while here, and won't be returning to Asgard before you are finished. He is fast, sure-footed, and knows better than to dump his rider.” She gave the gelding a stern look. “He's also strong enough to carry your weight over rough terrain. May you have a successful hunt, your grace.”

She stepped out of the way, and Steve patted the bay gelding's shoulder. “He gotta name?”

“Baldor. He'll go well for you.”

“Thank you, Sif. I appreciate the loan.” Throwing the reins back over Baldur's head, Steve mounted with some semblance of grace. Enough not to embarrass himself, at any rate. With his shield strapped to his back and sword on his hip, he looked at the group of eight women and Bucky standing with his girl. “Buck.”

The man nodded. “We've got this.”

“I'll be fine, sjelevenn,” Y/N assured him. “All-father. Happy hunting.”

“Queen Sváfa. I'll return him to you in one piece.” Odin spurred Sleipner into a rear that had the big stallion pawing all four legs at the sky. “Loose the hounds!”

The six dogs bayed as their leads vanished and took off for the forest at the side of the road.

The others followed Odin, but Steve took a final look at his girl. “Be safe.”

Her smile softened. “Right back at you.”

He let Baldur have his head as the gelding tore off after the others. They hadn't gone far, the forest brush too dense to gallop through. Catching up, he urged the gelding up beside Odin. “What are we hunting?”

“Whatever catches the hound's noses.”

The lead dog howled and raced off, followed by the others. The riders followed suit, pushing through the underbrush into an expanse of an open ridge that sloped down into a meadow.

Never had he ridden a horse as fast as a car before, and while he was a little concerned they were flying over open, rough terrain, it was also thrilling. Baldur was a smooth ride, and as Sif had said, he was sure-footed and fast.

Steve shot a glance at Sleipner, fascinated by his eight legs. How did he keep from clipping his ankles?

The group thundered down into the valley where the dogs had slowed to race back and forth, apparently having lost the scent.

Odin frowned at the dogs before gesturing to two men with copper red hair. “Steven, son of Rogers, meet Balus and Gar, sons of Tarin. Two of your Vassals.”

“Your grace.” They both executed half bows from the backs of their horses. “We are honoured to ride out with both you and the All-father.”

“Vassals?” Steve grumbled. What was Odin playing at?

“They still serve the kingdom of Sváfaland though Asgard has been holding the seat for you. With your return, you will be reclaiming your duty.”

There was a gleam in the old man's eye. “That is a decision between Thor and I. I have duties and obligations on Earth.”

“Yet you are here.”

Steve would not be bullied by the man, God of Asgard or not. “At my queen's behest. Where she goes, I go.”

Odin appeared about to speak when the hounds bayed and the riders were off like a shot. Only eight were hunting, all as well dressed as Odin and the two brothers. The rest appeared support staff, packing spears, food and drinking skins of water or wine, Steve couldn't tell. And a larger draft type horse supposedly for packing home their kill.

The horses followed the hounds down the valley, and Steve noticed tracks. Deer, he thought, but larger than any he'd ever hunted. When the hounds again slowed to circle, Steve leaned over and had a closer look. “Deer?”

Balus and Gar rode closer.

“Yes, very good, your grace. We did not expect you to ride so well or know how to track.”

Steve shrugged, an action made difficult by his armour. “Not my first hunt. But I used to track on foot and in snow storms. You learn fast, or your men don't eat.”

Gar took a pull from the skin he held and handed it to his brother. Balus drank and passed it to Steve. As he could smell the water, Steve accepted. Asgard might be coming into winter, but the morning's exertion was sending sweat down his spine.

“The All-father said you were once an army man. A Captain, I believe?” Gar asked.

Steve capped the skin and handed it back. “I still am, though my men are different. Now I lead a group of enhanced individuals. People of special skills or powers. We protect the Earth.”

“Ah, I see why you are busy.” Balus nodded, but his face gave away his disappointment.

“I don't get it.”

They both looked up. “Get what, your grace?”

“Sváfaland has been without a ruler for how long? Hundreds of years?” They nodded. “Then why is it so important that I suddenly take on the role? I'm a soldier, not a king.”

“Thor is more a soldier than a king, but he does a fair job of being both.”

Steve glared at Odin when the former king spoke. “And has had a lifetime to prepare.”

“And you have a wife who has thrice been the queen of the Valkyrie. Learn from her.”

An angry retort was on the tip of Steve's tongue, but the hounds bayed and they were off again. This time they streaked into the woods where the undergrowth was sparse, allowing the horses to keep pace.

Vigilance was needed to avoid taking a branch to the face, and Steve was thankful for his quick reflexes. Sweat had begun to gather on Baldur’s neck and flanks by the time the hounds slowed a third time. The horses were all blowing hard, and they’d ridden a long way from the keep, crossing streams and meadows, chasing something they hadn’t even caught a glimpse of when all the hounds began to growl. The hackles on the beasts were high, their stance threatening when the first whiff of scent hit him.

“Blood. Lots of it,” Steve murmured to Odin.

“Spears,” Odin called just as quietly.

Steve caught the one tossed toward him, but when the others made to push forward on their horses, he swung his leg over and dismounted.

“Your grace, you should not-”

Steve shot Gar a look that had the man shutting up. “I can’t fight on horseback.”

As the others pressed cautiously closer to the break in the trees where the strong scent of blood was coming from, Steve skirted the clearing without a sound, avoiding downed branches and sticks. It may have been dozens of years since he’d hunted on foot, but it came back with a flash.

When he finally drew close enough to see what was making the smell, he grimaced. The stag whose trail the hounds had been following was gutted in the center of the clearing, its belly torn out and gathering flies.

“Norns! That’s disgusting!” One of the riders who Steve had yet to meet said.

Balus rode toward the carcass and poked it with the butt of his spear. “No animal did this. The cuts are too clean, and there is an arrow strike here.” He indicated the stag’s jugular.

The hair on the back of Steve’s neck lifted a second before the hounds began to growl. Something was moving through the trees. Something big. It came out of the forest with a crash and roar, leaping on the man beside the carcass in a flash of stripes and claws.

Steve gasped, remembering Thor and Y/N talking about a Smedlheim, a tiger as big as an elephant with antlers like an elk. A hide of green and brown and white, it had blended so perfectly with the foliage he’d never seen it coming. Even the antlers had the look of branches when the cat swung its head and knocked the dogs charging for it to the side.

Balus screamed as claws like daggers went through his thigh and pinned him to his horse, already dying beneath the fangs of the tiger.

He didn’t even think to hesitate. Steve raced from the trees, sliding the shield from his back as he threw the spear. A different weapon than his shield, he misjudged the weight and missed the creatures neck, hitting it square in the shoulder. Still, it knocked the cat clear off Balus.

The blood-curdling scream of the animal set Steve stumbling and swearing as he shook his head to clear the ringing. “Get Balus out of here!” he bellowed to the men who were trying to control the terrified horses. The only one not panicking was Odin’s mount, though he was digging at the ground with three of his front legs.

Steve leapt the carcass, Balus, and his horse, heading for the thrashing cat, screaming and growling as it snapped at the spear, trying to pull it from its flesh. He jerked his sword from its sheath as the cat wrenched the spear from its flesh. It rolled to its feet and hissed at him as Steve slid to a stop.

“Big kitty,” he muttered to no one in particular. The thing was huge and angry. “Nice kitty. I don’t want to kill you, but I will. Let us get our guy out of here, and you can gorge on the deer.” Claws clanged off his shield with the cat’s first swipe. “Or not.”

It charged, and Steve rolled out of the way. Randulfr hummed in his hand, the energy beginning to sing up his arm. He turned and dragged all that power down the cat’s ribs. Another scream followed the spray of blood. Steve thought it would run, injured twice and bleeding, but it only turned on a dime and came at him again. The paw that slammed into him was nearly as big as the shield and sent Steve flying through the clearing. He landed hard, but rolled to his feet, the armour taking the worst of the blow. The cat was charging again, but a glint of steel on the ground caught Steve’s eye. It was the spear he’d hit the creature with initially.

It was a quick calculation, and he wasn’t sure it would work, but Steve was willing to take the risk. Running for the spear, Steve threw the shield, sending it ricocheting off the Smedlheim’s antlers. It hit the cat in the forehead three times before flying free and embedding in a tree, but it slowed it down long enough for Steve to reach the spear, kick it up, and change course to intercept the cat.

He could already hear Bucky gripping at him about this being the stupidest thing he’d ever done as Steve raced straight for the lowered head of the cat. There would be no end of scolding if he got hurt, and the idea of getting injured and Y/N feeling the blow had him doubly determined to finish this quickly.

From the corner of his eye, Steve could see the men working to get Balus out from under his horse while others were fighting to keep the rest of the horses from bolting.

A half dozen yards from the cat, Steve threw the spear. This time it flew true, slamming into the cat’s eye. As it threw its head up and roar, Steve leaped to the lowest tine of its antlers and let the creature toss him into the air. It felt like time slowed as he twisted mid-leap, rising high above that cat, and fell slowly down to drive his sword through the top of the cat’s skull. It went down beneath him like a stone, falling to the ground in a heap, finally dead.

Steve dropped to a knee in the dense fur, panting at the exertion before checking on the others.

They had Balus up, and his leg wrapped, but all motioned had stopped as they stared at Steve. Mouths open and eyes wide. They appeared shocked.

Steve gripped the hilt of his sword and gave it a pull, drawing it from from the cat’s skull before leaping to the ground and using a handful of grass to clean the worst of the blood from the blade. Then he looked toward Odin.

The former king of Asgard leaned forward and crossed his arms on the horn of Sleipnir's saddle, a small smile curving his lips. “Yes. I see it now. Indeed you are Hurgid’s true heir.”

Steve cocked his head to the side. “Was this a test?”

“Not an intentional one.” Odin gestured toward the aid leading Steve’s horse. “Come. I have much to show you.”

“Your grace!” Gar called out, drawing Steve’s attention. “Thank you for saving my brother.”

Steve nodded as Baldur trotted closer. Once he was mounted, the aids turned toward the cat and began the process of skinning it. “What are you going to do with it?”

“It will be yours to gift your queen.” With the golden spear in his hand, Odin pointed it at the group of men with the injured Balus. They disappeared in a flash of golden light. “I have returned the others to Asgard where they can seek medical attention. Come with me, Steven, son of Rogers.”

Odin turned away, heading into the trees.

Steve took one last look at the men and the cat and followed Odin.

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Who We Were & Who We Are Now 14

Characters: Forrest Bondurant x Tawny Barrett (OFC)

Word Count: 8800+

Summary: Life is good for the first time in a long, long time for Tawny and the Bondurants. She and Forrest finally find the time alone to show and tell each other how they really feel.

Warnings/Tags: FLUFF. Explicit Sexual Content.

A/N: Memories are in italics! The song I listened to while writing this was a cover of Wild Horses by Old & In The Way. Would recommend it!

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The weeks that passed after Jack had acted out and Forrest found his revenge on the men who had wronged you both were the happiest you'd ever had. The money was pouring in after they started shipping past the county line. You felt fulfilled with the work you were doing and with your good attitude and the name of your employers behind you no one messed with you again. Sure Rakes was still coming for the boys, taking out their cousins and all the small batch makers around the county, but your Bondurants still remained untouched.

It wasn't without its long nights though, when Forrest would go on runs with Jack and Howard, leaving you to pace the floors and drink to dull your nerves. But when he said he would come back to you, you did your best to believe him. And every night, or early morning he'd come back home to you. If you were awake he'd wait until his brothers were in their rooms, you'd see each other in the cracks of your open bedroom doors, and he'd push his door open just a little more while his tired eyes looked into yours and you'd move to him as quick as your feet would carry you.

He'd been particularly timid the first night you'd come to his room after everyone else went to bed. You'd knocked gently, your face parting the door from the frame, his fingers already working on the buttons on his shirt. He stuttered in greeting you, but you couldn't wait.

You shut the door quietly behind you and rushed to him, wrapping your arms around him as tightly as you could. He stood shocked at first, not sure what to do with the unforeseen show of affection.

"I know you tell me not to worry and I do anyway." you rub your face into the thin fabric of his shirt. "But I just can't help myself." you sigh out. "I'm just so relieved every time you come back to me." you'd pull back and wrap your arms around his neck, kissing his cheek and burying your face in his shoulder.

Your admission makes his heart thump against his chest and you take notice of it as you feel his pulse against your cheek. He lets himself feel it, enjoy it, and reciprocate. His hands slowly move to embrace you back, one hand moving to the back of your head, strong fingers catching in your curls as he stroked them.

"You know I'll come back to ya every time Tawny. Ain't nothin' gonna keep me away from you is there?" he whispers, pressing his mouth into your hair and smelling the sweet floral scent that you carried everywhere with you.

These tiny sweet moments alone sustained your heart, filled it to the brim with a love you'd never felt before. Although he didn't say it, you felt that he was going through much the same for you. Every time he'd come back from a run, you'd wait impatiently in your room, waiting for the wordless signal, sneaking in and holding each other tight for a few beautiful moments before heading back to bed. You were an absolute fool for the man and you didn't care in the slightest.

The best nights were the ones where he didn't go with Jack on runs, letting him and or Howard or him and Cricket and Junior handle the most established and less risky trips. Those nights you two were left alone, the whole station to yourselves.

You'd cook dinner just for the two of you, special things that took all day, pies and sweets to match. If he wasn't sure about liking something he'd get that funny look on his face, that exaggerated frown and he'd grunt and shake his head. You'd have to scoot closer to him, baby talking him as he narrowed his eyes, holding the fork out with insistence as he'd always give in and you'd feed it to him with a snort as he glared at you with no real ill feeling behind it.

"Eh..." he'd chew and shrug, a mischievous look in his eyes.

"Good right? C'mon don't lie just to save face now." you'd laugh and he'd break when he'd see that big smile of yours that you only gave him beaming his way and he couldn't help but let his lips curl into one as well. "That's a good boy, now." you'd chuckle, kissing his head and taking the empty plates to the sink. By the time you'd come back the plate with the dessert on it would always be empty. He loved the smug smile you'd give him every time, bumping his shoulder with your hip as you shook your head at him.

Your favorite was the nights spent together on the back porch. You'd sit and wait for him in your rocking chair. He'd come out with a heavy blanket, wrapping it around your shoulders, a hand resting on your hair affectionately before he walked around to sit in the chair the matched yours. He's put his hand palm up on the arm of his chair, and you'd lace your fingers together and sit together all night hand in hand. The sides of the arms of the rocking chairs had the paint worn away from where they stayed side by side, rubbing up against each other with your hands rested interlocked. You lulled yourself with the rhythmic back and forth by the creak of the floorboards underneath you against the sound of the falling snow. Sometimes he'd lift your hand up to kiss it, and you'd gather his big arm in both of yours and rest your head on his shoulder. In the particularly cold nights, he'd reach for both of your hands, rubbing them between his, holding his mouth up to his cupped hands and breathing, warming them up when he deemed them too cold. You'd do the same for him and he'd grunt, an amused sound as you had to do his hands one by one, both of yours barely doing any warming from the size difference. You mostly did it to make him laugh at this point, a rare sound but one you could hear if the mood struck him when you were alone.

If the boys were still gone by the time you'd start yawning, he'd walk you up to bed, hand on your lower back and another around your upper arm to move you up the stairs. He'd turn his back as you changed, which only started after you'd told him you knew he wouldn't look and you didn't mind if he was in the room as it took all of a few minutes to get back into bed. He'd turn and rub his eyes, tucking you in, pushing your hair back from your face and kiss you anywhere but on the lips. Some nights he'd get close, a little low on your cheek and your heart would race, leaving you awake again after he left. You'd reach out a hand after him as his weight would leave the bed, he'd look at it and smile, grabbing one of your fingers and shaking it before his eyes turned back to you, a grunt and a nod before you tell each other goodnight in the sweetest, softest voices either of you had ever heard.

He never tried to go any further, and neither did you. Your heart was full with knowing it was only you that he let his lips and hands touch at all. He'd filled you with more love with a simple glance than you'd ever remembered feeling before and it was enough. You weren't about to offend him by trying for more, you knew he was the man of the house and because of this, you let him make the decisions as to when and where...and if he would take things any further between the two of you. ----------- Jack had been working on a super sweet apple brandy. It being your favorite to begin with, you'd wholly supported him testing out new flavors and you and Forrest were reaping the benefits of it currently. You'd mixed some into the apple pie you'd made for the to of you, perhaps you'd gone a bit heavy handed on it in the recipe, but neither of you complained about it. You were both buzzy and happy, having a jar each to drink from throughout the night, not having to share with anyone else since Jack was out with Junior someplace and Howard was up tending the stills for a few days.

At this point, it was safe to say you were both a bit drunk. Forrest, always the patriarch, is out doing rounds while you cleaned up inside. He takes his time, enjoying how the cold night air feels on his flushed face from the alcohol, sobering him up just enough. He hears music from inside, looking up to see you in your window. He catches glimpses of you in the flickering candlelight of the room, your feminine, soft robe hanging off your shoulders, moving it in your small hands as you spun and moved your body to the music. He makes his way back inside, everything locked and cleared to his liking as he heads up to your room.

You're feeling wonderful, drunk enough to feel euphoric as you spin too fast to the music and plop onto the bed with a giggle and a flush of your face before standing and going back to dancing. You'd gotten ready for bed, putting on a new matching sleep set of a green velvet gown and robe. The gown had thin straps, lace hem on the bottom and across the chest, hitting you above the knee. The robe hit almost to your ankles and lay untied and open across your body as closing it would've made you start to sweat with the heat leaving your skin from the booze. You hear his heavy footsteps move slowly up the stairs, your door still open and you hear them stop in the doorway.

"C'mon in Forrest." you give him permission to join you. He wouldn't come into your room without expressed permission from you even still and you found his manners to be something that mama Bondurant would've been proud of.

"I don't mind this one so much." he says, gesturing to the record player. The slow twang and deep voice of country song float about the room as he shuts the door behind him out of habit, encapsulating you both in a bubble of sound.

"The mandolin always gets me." you say with a lazy smile, shoulder moving back and forth to the beat. He finds himself staring, watching your milky white skin glowing in the moonlight that poured in through the crack in the curtains. It lit you like a dream, and with your eyes shut, face soft and content with the blissful, warm feeling the Bondurant shine gave you, he let his eyes wander further down your body in his still buzzy mental state. He recalls the way seeing your body move much like the way it was now would affect him as a younger man. The shared glances at barn dances, the quickening of your pulses and the many questions the stolen glances raised. But you'd never danced together. ------ He sat on a hay bale among the noise, a jar in his hand. He sat in a half circle of the boys he went to school with, all slick and washed up for possible courtin' purposes. He'd done the same but never expected anything to actually come of it.

It seemed tonight you were in rare form. Your little feet were kicking high, and not gracefully, almost like you're angry but the jar of Bondurant shine you held in your hand was making the motions softer as you still kept the beat to what the elders were playing. You didn't always dance, but he was always thankful for the sight when you did. The bounces and jiggles of your newly fleshed out curves going unnoticed to most everyone but him it seemed.

None of the other boys ever spoke of you like they did the other girls, and he never understood that. But you weren't like the other girls, especially not in his eyes. You weren't busying yourself with what they fussed over with boys and wanting marriage and babies. You were busy working and when you weren't working you were reading. You acted a lot older than you were, you acted a lot like him. You were quieter, more private. You kept your head down and worked hard and he always thought that was a noble pursuit. Even if the other boys thought you were weird, taking your daydreaming aloofness as a lack of intelligence. Although thinking a girl was dumb sure hadn't stopped them from pursuing any of the other ones that would've actually fit that description. He'd never had a cross thought about you in that way, he knew better. He didn't understand why no one was whispering about how pretty you were at the get-togethers. He thought you were most appealing out of all of them. It was like you were a secret he got to keep to himself.

He's deep in thought about you, as he usually found himself when he'd get drunk. The flames glint off the glass jar in your hand, catching his attention. He thought about how it was his folk's shine, and thus his that was making you dance like this. And so in some small and technical way, that he, as a Bondurant was what was making you behave in such a way. This thought amuses him to the point of laughter. The other boys all turn to look at him, confused looks on their faces. Who could blame them though, Forrest never laughed like that. He clears his throat to cover the sound and harden his expression. He tries to focus on the casual rambling and gossip of the other young men, trying to shift his focus off of you before he did something stupid. ------- You take his hand and his brow furrows in question as he looks at it lace into his own.

"Would you think it silly of me to ask you for a dance Forrest?" you ask with batting lashes.

"Have you ever seen me dance?" he asks, a rhetorical sort of question with a smirk on his face. You were thankful to find it so easy going, hoping the drink had loosened him up as much as it had you.

"No but I thought it was worth a shot." you shrug and smile up at him.

"Why you wanna dance with me?" his voice teasing, a nod and narrowing of his eyes down at you.

"Well I never got to when we was kids, did I?" you state obviously, hips still moving subtly to the beat.

"No ma'am" he shakes his head.

"Thought I might make up for lost time." you let out a giggle, moving closer to him, face full of mischief.

"Mmm is that what you're doin' now?" voice low and playfully warning you as his lips turn up into a smile, eyebrows raising at your expense.

"Mmm Hmm. Can't blame me for wantin' to get close to you now can you?" you shamelessly flirt with a grin that he finds he's powerless against.

"My goodness Miss Tawny." he shakes his head, a closed mouth smile appearing. "What am I gonna do with you, hmm?" he closes the space between you, blocking all the light from the window behind him and you bat your lashes up at him.

"You're gonna dance with me." you say slowly, sweetly.

"Ah hell, sweetheart." he groans, holding a hand out slowly. You stare at it a bit too long. "Ya change your mind?" he asks smugly.

"Of course not. I just wasn't sure what you were doin'." you say with a giggle. "Never know with you, do I?" you lilt and you both gaze adoringly as you step closer to him.

"In your defense...I never know with me neither." his brow furrows as he leans in close. He lets out a sigh at the smile you beam at him. The smile that you only give him, that one only he gets to see and cherish.

You look away, taking his hand tightly, "Well lucky for you even if you don't know what you're doing you can slow dance." you put his hand around to your back, pressing your body against his. You feel him stiffen, but still less rigid than any other time he was sober and in public.

"Slow dancin' I can manage." he muses.

"Lucky me." your voice soft, almost a whisper, putting your arm around him to his back. The music is slow and languid, you move in time, your cheek on his barrel chest, the feel on the cotton shirt against your skin, the heat of the skin under it. You hum contently.

"Don't go passin' out on me." he teases, his hand strong and certain against your back.

"And miss this?" your happy little smile resting under closed eyes makes his heart thump faster and he knows you must hear it. And you do, eliciting another content hum as he floods with relief at your acceptance of his behavior. You stay like that for a bit, just drinking in the closeness to each other. You don't know if you've ever felt as good as you did right now.

"Sweetheart?" he asks, you move to look up at him, your eyes half-lidded, lips pouted just slightly. "If...If I were to ask you somethin'....somethin' I might not have the courage to ask sober... you wouldn't think less of me would you?" his voice is shaky, something you'd never heard before.

"I can't think of anything you'd do to make me think less of ya." you assure him. The nod and grunt combination reappears. He clears his throat. "I just wanna tell you how special you are to me." your lips pout but not from sadness, just the opposite. "I don't...I'm not good at...uh...expressin' feelings like the ones I have for you. I hope that don't make you think they aren't there." he pauses, finding it in himself to meet your eyes. "Cause they are." his eyes blink faster, moving about the room in his nervousness. "And I wanted to know..." he shakes his head, trying to find the words. You don't rush him, you'd never rush something like this. You'd waited most of your life for these words, you could wait for a few more breaths. ----- You wring your hands and wait for Mrs. Bondurant to appear in the doorway. She gets a confused look on her face, seeing a suitcase sat by your feet.

"What is it Tonya? Everything alright?" she asks, a gentle hand resting on your shoulder.

"Well..." you let out a heavy sigh, finding it hard to meet her eyes. "I wanted to thank y'all for all you've done for me while I've been workin' for ya." She can tell there's more to come so she gives you a supportive nod, retracting her hands back to her apron.

"I'm leavin'."

"Leavin'?" her voice higher pitched in her surprise.

"Yeah. I'm headin' to the city. Got my ticket and everything." you say patting the train ticket in your pocket.

"The city? You got family up there?" she didn't know of anyone you had besides your stepfather.

"No." you shake your head. "I've just got to get out of here. I'm sorry for not givin' you further notice. This ain't last minute or nothin' but it's been hard to make myself tell y'all I's leavin'."

"Honey, you can't go to the city by yourself," she says, her eyes worried. "I know you're a smart and strong girl Tonya but the city ain't like here child." she shakes her head.

"I know." you nod and she sees the determination in your eyes. "That's precisely why I'm goin'." you bend to pick up your suitcase.

"Are you needin' a place to stay? You don't have to run off, you're more than welcome here with us baby. You ain't in any trouble are ya?"

You give her a sad but sweet smile. "Thank you for bein' so good to me Mrs. Bondurant, but this is just somethin' I gotta do. Tell the boys and Mr. Bondurant the same. Y'all are the only things I'll miss about here." you keep the same sad expression.

"If there ain't no stoppin' ya then...well I guess this is goodbye then? They boys'll be mighty sad to know you're leavin'. You want to say goodbye before you head off?" she reaches out to hug you, giving you a supportive pat to the back.

"No, I can't. Let 'em know I'm sorry. Let Forrest know I'm sorry." she sees the tears start in your eyes. You wouldn't have been able to leave if you have to see him. It was a cowardly move but you felt you had to get out and couldn't risk being talked into staying.

"Of course honey. You be safe. Write or somethin' you know we'll be worried about ya."

"Thanks again Mrs.Bondurant. I'll try." you take a deep breath and take in the house one more time before you turn and head down the stairs, starting your long trek to the train station.

Forrest had seen you coming to the station. Knowing you weren't scheduled to work he was hoping you were making a social call. But as he hides at the top of the stairs, overhearing your conversation with his mother his heart sinks. His eyes lose the spark they once held, he feels a new feeling sitting in his throat like a hard unmoveable lump. He moves quickly after you tell her goodbye, standing in his bedroom window and watching you walk down the road. He felt too many things right now to process. His eyelashes fluttered, he felt like he couldn't breathe. You hadn't even said goodbye to him. There's no way he could've been wrong about how you felt about him. You were never good at hiding your emotions and when he looked into your eyes he'd known you cared about him the same way he'd cared about you. So why were you leaving now?

"Strangest thing just happened. little Tonya just told me she's leaving. Wished us well and just...well you probably saw her walkin' with her suitcase." her mother says, walking into his room and standing by the window next to him. "There she goes. I tried to stop her but, she's just about as stubborn as you are dear." she muses. "What was it that you'd wanted to talk to me about that you were actin' like it wasn't makin' you all nervous?" she asks, hand brushing his hair out of his face.

He stares out the window, eyes dull and watery. Inside, knowing asking her about his intentions with you was pointless now. "Weren't nothin'." he shakes his head, an audible gulp, a grunt with a clearing of his throat. He hears Jack start to cry and turns his head to the sound. "I'll get him, Ma." he says, his voice flat as he walks past her and out of the room.

His mother looks out the window with a heavy sigh. You were the only girl she knew of that he'd ever liked in such a way. She knew she couldn't change your mind with the look you had in your eye, she knew Cliff was awful to you and she couldn't blame you, not really. She only wished she could save her son the heartbreak. The first is always the worst. But she was still rooting for both of you, and she hoped you come back. --------

"You...you feel the same way about me...don't you?" his eyes narrow, chin pushing into his chest as he looks back into your eyes. You couldn't believe there was any uncertainty in them.

"Very much so." your smile isn't as silly as it had been. It was like he was confessing how he felt to you and you were 16 again, like he'd hoped to do before you'd left. Your smile reminiscent of that same one he remembered was directed at him, and here you were, a grown woman in his grown man arms. Right where he'd thought you'd always fit so perfectly. And you did.

"No one's ever made me feel the way you do, Tawny. When you pulled back in that day I...I don't rightly know what the hell I thought ." his arm on your back moves more around you, pulling you closer. "I still don't believe it sometimes...you being so good for me. We were so close right there before you left." he whispers.

"We were?" your smile fades, batting lashes under raised brows in surprise.

"I was." he confesses, voice dropping low and quiet.

"I had no idea." he sees the apology in your eyes. "But we're close now aren't we?" you say with a small half smile to soothe him.

"I like to think after this we will be." you tilt your head up at him.

Your wide eyes ask him his meaning. "After what Forrest?" you look so beautiful it seems almost a shame to take the look off your face, but he knew he couldn't stop himself any longer. You see his eyes move to your lips, you feel your heart skip a beat. He leans in slowly, patiently just like he did with everything. He presses his lips to yours. You completely still against him. this leads him to pull back, but he does it so slowly as he doesn't want it to end, just in case there's rejection on the other side of this kiss. there had never been a worry so needless.

He'd set your bones on fire with the press of his soft lips against yours, you couldn't breathe, you couldn't do anything but feel the heat of him against you. You take in a noisy inhale as his lips finally part from yours. You'd never had a kiss feel like that before. He searches your face for rejection, for anything but you just looked...peaceful. He wondered as your eyes looked at his lips, the shining emeralds move to meet his and he sees his worries had been unfounded.

He let's go of your hand, his eyes watching it as he slowly moved across your soft skin, up your arm and taking the side of your face. You could feel his fingers lose their shakiness as they lay soft and gentle across your cheek. His thumb brushes across your lips just once, and not only the soft sigh you admit, but the tiniest of moans behind it, so small and sweet it made his stomach ache. You pucker your lips against his thumb and his posture slumps.

"Kiss me, Forrest." you whisper before he presses against you once more. This time he doesn't stop. A single press turns to another, deep inhales and exhales through noses, bodies as closely pressed together as possible. It was as if your soul left your body in a useless flaming heap. Your ears rang, electricity buzzed through you as you felt his brow furrow, head tilting farther to the side. You'd always loved the way the word sensual made you feel when you read it in dirty books, but you'd never experienced it. Not until tonight. The air in the room was thick and heavy, sweat started to form on your skin from the way he made your body hum like a machine.

You were like a coke bottle in his hands in the middle of summer. All sweet with the perfect shaped curves for his hands to hold you. Sweat running down your skin like perspiration off the bottle, and he wanted to drink in every last drop of you.

You're overtaken by your need for a moment, forgetting to act in moderation as you move your hands up to around his neck, pulling him closer, he bends to you easily, hand leaving your face, his big strong arms now wrapped around you, splayed hands across your back, roaming ever so slightly. As your hands move into his hair you both make needful sounds. He squeezes you so tightly your toes only touch the floor, forcing a suppressed moan out and across his lips.

"Forrest." you whisper in a blissful sigh when his lips reach your neck. You let your head fall to the side, giving him anything he wanted from you.

"Tawny." he groans out as he pulls away, both your chests heaving against the other. "What're we doin'?" he asks, face clearly not wanting to stop, you figured he was trying not to offend you with his actions, recognizing in himself that longer this went on the harder it would be to stop.

"I don't know about you but I'm doin' what I always to." he hums, eyes dark and half-lidded. "Forrest?" you ask, his eyes leaving your lips, meeting yours again.

"Mmph?" he grunts, kissing your cheek, you shut your eyes and smile with the sweet gesture.

"I have somethin' that I wanna tell you too..." he kisses you softly.

"What you wanna say, sweetheart." his deep, lustful voice made you feel dizzy.

"Seein' as we're...here. Doin'...this." you whisper. "I hope you won't think less of me for wantin' to be with you like this and us not married. I just...I wanna be yours." he hears your self-doubt in your voice, he kisses you gently, one hand to your cheek. "I love you, Forrest." you whisper against his lips.

"Tawny..." he purrs out your name in a breathy exhale.

"I love you. I think...maybe I always did." you had so many things you wanted to say, a seal is broken on your true feelings for him. But before you can you feel his chest heave as he pushes his mouth against yours, lips grasping at your own. You could feel it down into your toes, he loved you too.

"I don't recall a time that I knew you and didn't love you, Tawny." he confesses, nose grazing against yours, eyes soft and vulnerable as they gazed into your own.

"You love me?" you smile, your voice a weak rasp in your affected state.

"I do. I love you." his voice quiet and soft as his lips graze over your own, light and reserved with their tender touch.

"Would you make me yours tonight Forrest?" you whisper against him as his hand runs through your hair.

"Are you sure, darlin'?"

"You're the only thing I've ever felt sure about." he hums and holds your face in his big rough hands before pressing his lips against yours in a passionate collision as you whine and hold onto him tightly.

You barely have to move at all as he practically carries you to the edge of the bed.

You part from his lips and whisper, "Sit on the bed." spinning around as he sits on your command with dazed eyes. The look in his eyes in hungry but hesitant, you feel wanted but you have to make sure he knows you want him even more. You turn off the record player and return to him. You didn't want to miss a single breath from him tonight. You wanted to touch, taste, smell and hear everything that he was composed of.

You push your robe off your shoulders, moving between his legs. His eyes watch you kneel before him, absolutely spellbound by the fearlessness in your eyes as he sees the soft curves of your breasts and shoulders, delicate fingers highlighted by both candle and moonlight as they take off his boots. Such a subservient and loving gesture he thought as you took his socks off after, the feeling of your hands on his touch starved skin making his whole body bloom with goosebumps.

You stand and lean into him, your fingers moving through his hair and pushing his chin up towards you. He shuts his eyes at the feeling of your nails gently raking over his scalp and a deep grunt follows. The tips of your fingers run down the shell of his ear to his neck onto the collar of his shirt, hands moving slowly and unbuttoning it for him. You're so gentle with him, even though you doubt you need to be. You savor every scar and hair your senses take in as you revel the broad expanse of his chest. You can't help but lick your lips as your breathing picks up, hands slow and trembling as your run them up his chest to his shoulders, pushing the shirt downs his arms.

You can hear the deep rumbling of breathing in his chest after he settles from pulling his arms out of their sleeves. He's intoxicated by the way you look at him, wet lips parted just slightly as your hands move across the scarred skin with nothing but love in your eyes. You lean down to place single kisses on his shoulders, hand moving up and down his strong arms, squeezing, feeling the strength that underneath his skin. You plant a kiss to his chest as you try to soothe the grunt of nervousness that comes with your undoing his belt. You unfasten his pants, and leave it at that for now, not wanting to push too far just yet.

You take a deep breath, his eyes searing into you, watching every movement as your fingers slip under the thin straps of your gown. You see his hands clench and unclench, his nostrils flare as you let the gown fall slowly. Left only in your panties in the cold room, your skin chills, he watches your nipples harden and rise as the bumps travel across your skin. His hands move slowly as they always do before they reach your hips and land softly to rest on your bones. His lashes flutter, thumbs stroking lazily over the swell of your hips as you move closer, resting your hands on his shoulders. Your fingers touch him much the same way his do you, soft caresses at the base of his head. His eyes move over your body, his chest now rising and falling faster as he takes in the sight before him.

"Forrest..." you whisper, he's met with doe eyes and a sweet smile as he raises his head to you. He's done nothing but stare and you want him to do more, so you coax him. You take his hand from your hip, raising it to your lips, kissing his fingertips with closed eyes and he lets out a ragged sigh. You place his hand in the center of your chest. "Touch me," you ask softly. "I want you to." you say with a nod of your chin towards him.

You can't feel cold underneath his touch. The heat from his palms damp against your gently pulsing chest as your heart beats with need. He can feel it racing and it eases his worry.

"I want you, Forrest." you say against his lips as his hand moves to cup one of your breasts. "Show me you want me just as badly." you ask of him, a fluttering of lashes and his grip tightens on your body, your hand on the side of his face, beckoning him to kiss you. And he responds in full. A masculine grunt expelled and he presses his lips against yours with intent. The hand on your hip pulling you up against him, moving to your lower back, hand splayed and roaming the bare skin he finds there. He palms your chest, gentle squeezes followed by the broad swiping of his thumb across your sensitive nipples. Your whimpers of pleasure seem to fuel him, his hands grasping tighter, the pressure with which he kissed you increasing.

You move your knee to push against his growing hardness. A slight up and down to encourage him, let him know you wanted more, that he didn't have to wait. A deep groan makes it's way into your mouth from his chest as he kisses you. You slide a hand between your bodies, your hand slipping into his pants and palming him over the thin fabric of his underwear. His mouth pants open and the breathy exhale lights your skin on fire. You grasp and tug gently, moaning at the feel of him in your hand, the nights you'd spent wondering how he would feel now coming to an end.

He pinches the hard peak of your breast between two calloused fingers, eliciting a moan from your lips that catch you both off guard. A needy sound that travels straight to his center where your soft hands are pawing away at him. He listens and learns, repeating the twisting motion, another soft breathy exhale as your lips stall against his and your eyes roll behind their lids. He takes the pause to break from your lips, both big hands now pushing your chest together and his mouth encloses so deliciously around the points he'd been twisting. You can feel his hot breath travel across your skin. You let your head fall back, a moan traveling freely up and into the darkness of the room. Your fingers clutch at his head almost desperately, he didn't need any help pushing his face into the soft mounds of your chest but you pull him closer anyway, fingers tugging at the hair at the crown of his head, soft now from your fingers running through the pomade slicked style he always wore it in.

The taste of your skin, the salt of it and the smell of your perfume and lust overtake his senses. He groans as he moves to your other breast, losing himself momentarily as he's surrounded by you. The gasps and moans that are the effect of his cause drive him forward, knowing his hesitancy won't serve him any longer. He keeps suckling away at you, both hands tight against your body and moving down your ribs to your hips as they continue down your thighs, taking your panties with them as his calloused fingertips rake against your skin, pulling down the soft fabric. They fall at your feet, immediately forgotten to both of you as he moves back to pull you closer with both hands on your back. His kisses travel to your sternum, down the dip of your upper stomach, down across the fleshy roundness and to your hips. With one hand on your lower back, the other grasping at one of your cheeks, he breathes you in deep, the floral and musk smell of your arousal making him hum with desire. He plants a kiss to the soft thatch of hair at the meeting of your thighs, finding it to be the same tawny brown he remembered your hair as when you were younger.

He surprises you as he stands, hands held fast to you still, moving up your body again, learning every curve of it in its nakedness. Your hands move to free him of the rest of his layers, your clothes now pooled at your feet by the bed, he holds your face and kisses you harshly, showing you that he truly wanted you as you'd asked. He slows and stops, whispering against your cheek in a deep raspy tone you hadn't heard before. "Get the light, baby." he says, letting you go and leaving your body to chill as he pulls the covers down on your bed. The delicate and breathily cooed pet name makes your knees weak. You do as you're asked, snuffing out the candle, now only the rays of moonlight peaking in through slits in the curtains. He lays in the bed, an arm extending out and pulling you next to him, being sure to cover you both, but in them you can't feel the chill settling in in absence of the heat of the flame.

To his surprise you move on top of him in one smooth motion, not breaking the kiss that connected you. His hands stay hovering above you as you pull the covers back over both of you. Now you're both veiled in the blanket of your hair that falls down, you pull apart from his lips for a moment to touch his face, his warm hands move to your back. Even though you were alone in the station, alone the room, the seclusion that fell with your hair made everything feel heightened. All you can hear is your breathing, the soft smacks of your lips as you go back to kissing him, not being able to stand being parted for long as the feeling of him kissing your fingertips as you ran them over his soft lips was too much.

You dive back in with a small needy moan, your back arching and finding him hard. His hands move slowly, as you had always fantasized they would, down your back, hugging the curve of your waist and grasping at the swell of your hips as you rocked them back and forth against him. He pulls you flat against his chest suddenly, a soft oof against his lips as he lets his armor fall and gives in to how perfect you feel against him. A low groan rumbles out of his chest and falls to your ears as his kisses travel across your cheek and his lips find your ear. You hear every breath, each choked back moan as you feel him moving against your wetness. You feel his strong thighs rest against the backs of yours, the press of the head of his cock against you.

You let the desperate whine flow freely, telling him wordlessly that you wanted him, needed him. He pushes your hair to the side, hand on your face as he slows to study you for a moment, the kisses pausing but not stopping.

You can see him asking permission in his eyes as they glinted in the moonlight. Those gorgeous pools of blue under an always heavy brow.

"Make love to me, Forrest." you whisper against his lips and he groans, a hand finding the back of your head and pulling you into a feverish kiss. You should've known he wouldn't need words in a situation like this. His fingertips trail the back of your thigh, as you feel him grip himself, resting his head against your tensing entrance.

He notches inside you, warm and thick and even more satisfying of a feeling than you could've hoped for as you rise, your hands pressing against his strong broad chest as you slide down onto him completely. Your head falls back, mouth open letting the sighs and whimpers go wordlessly into the darkness of the room. His eyes are focused, big rough hands on your breasts and thighs holding them tightly as you start to ride him.

"Oh, Forrest." you sigh out, your hands so small wrapped around his forearms as you rise and fall, your lashes fluttering and eyes rolling back into your head. He gives a deep grunt in response, his eyes wanting to shut from the feeling of you so heavenly around him, but he keeps them open not wanting to miss a second of you moving on top of him like this. He slides one hand to your hip, holding it tightly as he pushes back into you with his hips as you meet and you feel the full push of him. It makes your face fall to a surprised expression, a tiny gasp and squeak as your mouth falls open as he feels your body shudder.

When he stops, you focus back on his eyes asking you if he'd hurt you. You give him a soft smile, leaning back down to meet your lips to his, hips grinding and swiveling around him. You push your forehead to his, your higher pitched moans met with his impossibly deep grunts everytime he pushed into you.

You rise again, craving more of him, wanting to push yourself farther to the edge, you reach between your legs and rub your clit, your other hand on his chest for leverage as the pace quickens. The sound of each other's breathing in sync with your movements, he feels another shudder of your body as you call out his name again in a needy, intoxicating way that makes him melt inside. "Forrest." you moan out, eyes meeting his, half-lidded and full of adoration. "You feel so good baby." you whisper, shaking your head in disbelief. He catches you off guard as he rises, pushing his chest to yours, head dipping to seek out your hardened nipples as he moans into the soft flesh. His fingers dig into your back, his skin searing against yours as your arms slip around his neck, your moans against his ear and you hear a more aggressive groan, almost a growl escape him. He moves you so easily, one hand landing on the surface of the bed as he flips you onto your back, your hair moving in a whip motion and falling around you against the pillow as he moans and dives into your neck with hard sucking kisses. You felt no hesitancy in him any longer, only the force of strength that he was known for.

You've never felt so overwhelmed, the weight of him pressed against you, one arm still wrapped around you, the other above your head, holding him up as his hips go to work against yours. "Yes, yes." you pant out as his hips pick up speed. You let yoru legs part and knees fall back, taking as much of him as he would give you, and he was giving you his all. Your arms clutch against the lean moving muscles of his back as he pumps moan after moan out of you. You kiss his shoulder as it holds steady near your face, as you turn your head to try to get bigger breaths as he kept rubbing up against you exactly like you needed him to, you felt the tingling building and he can feel your body starting to tremble beneath his, he moves to his elbows, crashing his lips against yours as you start to writhe. Your sounds are some of the most beautiful he's ever heard, most of all how you say his name so helplessly, cried out into his ears and mouth. Your hand moves to his chest, feeling his heart racing as fast as yours, the other to the side of his face as it shakes with a weakness for what he's doing to you. You'd never experienced passion in this way before, never been made love to like this. Nothing had ever felt real in comparison to Forrest.

When you throw your head back, your fingers clutching to the back of his neck and shoulder in desperation he's enraptured by you completely. You let out a high pitched moan that he feels expelled by a spasm in your stomach, your mouth open and panting. He sees your eyes roll back and disappear under your thick fluttering lashes with lips trembling against his as you cry out for him again, he moans deep and aggressively against your cheek, kissing his way back to your neck as you can no longer kiss him back and he wants to hear every orgasmic breath you take as close to his ears as possible. He's feeling and tasting, hearing and smelling you as your thighs start to shake. He'd never felt this way with a woman, and a woman had never felt this way with him, it was new and it was addictive and he wanted to drink in every second he spent inside you. "Don't stop. Please, don't stop." you beg, heavy breaths directly in his ear, making him feel more powerful than he ever had before. He gives you all he has, hips moving in fluid movements, punctuating each meeting of your sexes with a slap of skin that sends you over the edge. Your back arches despite his weight on you and a low guttural moan escapes your kiss-swollen lips. He feels your body shake and writhe against his and he pulls you closer, goes deeper and harder and gives himself over to you. The years he'd waited to feel you like this, falling to pieces so willingly in his arms he can't contain the emotion within in any longer.

He feels you pulse so strongly around him, milking his orgasm out of him as he grits his teeth, you feel his nails sink into your side as he holds you so tightly. You're gasping still, eyes shooting open as you emerge on the other side. You already knew, but he cemented it as he moaned loudly only once and into your ear as you close your eyes at the masculine and still emotional sound, fingers buried in his hair again as you feel him give you the last few hard pounds into you, his chest heaving against yours.

You shiver with aftershocks, he still twitches inside you, his movments still making tiny gasps escape you as you're still sensitive when he rubs against you. He keeps his face in your neck for a few deep breaths, he hears you gulp and wet your lips. He feels your grip on him loosen, and he raises up to look at your face, pulling the arm underneath you up and to your face, pushing back the hair that'd fallen onto your face that glowed with a thin veil on sweat that he was happy to be the cause of. You look at each other for a few breaths time, eyes moving across each others features in the dim light, he runs his thumb across your lips again and you give him the sweetest smile he's ever seen. You kiss his thumb, then hold his hand in yours, kissing his palm and nuzzling it against your face.

He lets out a noisy exhale, "God you're...you are so...beautiful Tawny." his words make another charming smile spread across your lips and up to your eyes, crinkling the corners as you lift your head to kiss him, your thumb trailing lazily over his cheek.

"You're amazing." you say, nuzzling his nose with yours. "You know that?" you give him a playful grin and a sexy lazy smile moves across his features slowly, making you swoon at him. He groans and moves to lay next to you, wasting no time in throwing a bulky arm across you and pulling you to his chest. He rests his arm under your head as he pulls the cover back up over you both. He brushes back your hair with a light touch and you hum happily against him. "You're more than I ever could've wished for Forrest." you whisper before leaning in to kiss him. A strong splayed hand finds it's way to between your shoulders. "It feels so good to finally show you how I feel." you grin, kissing the end of his nose, then his cheek, his temple, and his forehead. You've never seen his face relaxed and content in such a way.

"Mmm. " he grunts softly, a smile forming in the corner of his lips. "Feels even better than I'd thought." he says as he presses his forehead against yours, triggering a long and slow kiss that has no end goal, just a new way for him to tell you how much you meant to each other without words. His fingers trace up and down your spine, you feel the prickle of his stubble on his chin as your fingertips rest against his strong jawline.

"Would you stay in here with me tonight?" you ask in a small voice, almost shy in its delivery.

"You want me to?" he asks, watching you snuggle down into the sheets and against him.

"'Course I do." you state, a small peck to his bare chest before you rub your face into his chest hair, breathing every bit of him in, feeling the wiry and soft hair underneath your hands.

"Then I will." A kiss planted to your forehead before he rests in the soft nest of your hair against the pillow.

"Thank you." you say softly into the hollow of his throat.

"Mmph." he grunts and nods. "Not needed baby." he sighs out with eyes shut and you bask in the charm of him, audibly swooning at the pet name before you wrap an arm around his barrel chest, soaking in the warmth of him before you both fall asleep. No longer having to wait to fall asleep thinking of words unspoken.

CHAPTER 15

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markwrecksmysoul · 7 years ago

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Wake him up- yoongi scenario

Warning- mild curse words. Enjoy!

Y/n pov

"Yah! The foods here!" Namjoon brought in the 5 bags of side dishes and main rice dishes and of course the bulgoi and knife noodle soup. You looked over at yoongis closed door.

someone should wake him up so he can eat he doesnt eat much because of his century long naps, but he needs his strength. You and the boys know that Yoongi was not to be messed with when he was having his sacred nap.

You sighed and walked over to his door. "Yah! Y/n! Do you have a death wish!" You turned around to see the rest of your weird guy friends waving their arms for you to come back and whisper yelling. You walked back over. "We never wake that monster up!"

"He needs to wake up so he can eat or else he won't have enough strength for the photoshoot later tonight." Namjoon grinned at you. "Wow y/n You sure seem to care alot for yoongi". You frowned trying not to sound too obvious.

"Its not like that! I care about all you idiots equally." Jungkook scoffed. "When I fell face first off the swing You laughed and recorded it." You laughed remembering that day. "Haha yeah that was funny". Namjoon shook his head. "And when yoongi hit his hip on the corner of the table yesterday you acted like he had a terminal illness!"

You tried to defend yourself. "W-well he has fragile bones! Now if you idiots will stop making assumptions and eat your darn food while I go wake up yoongi!" You walked into yoongis room closing the door behind yourself.

Yoongi was there sleeping soundly on his back. You got down on the ground So your squeaky sneakers wouldn't wake him and quietly crawled towards his side. He looked so pretty sleeping. You sat on your heels and reached a hand out to poke his face.

He waved a hand over his face groaning. You poked his face again. Yoongi growled with his still closed. "Whoever's poking my face stop unless you want to die." You sighed and did it again. "Wake up yoongi".

Yoongi opened his eyes and glared at you. Suddenly he shot up grabbed your waist and rolled you onto your back in one motion. Your eyes widened seeing him hover over you. "yoongi-". He leaned down closer to your face. Examining your big curly hair.

"What is the meaning of this invasion of my nap time." You sighed when he let your wrist go. "Yah no need to get crabby with me get up! you need to eat or you won't have any energy for the photo shoot later." Yoongi sighed. "Right the photo shoot." yoongi still hovered over you and him being this close made your nerves go crazy.

It's true you like him but It's obvious to everyone BUT him. Its infuriating, "you wanna get off me now?" You said wiggling. "Hmm I don't know I kind of like seeing you in this position." blood rushed to your face. Yoongi put his hand on your cheeks. "Ha you're blushing." You smacked his chest.

"Shut up I'm not blushing I just uh..... got a fever". Yoongi wasnt buying it. But he got up reaching out a hand and helping you up. "Ah it's a good thing you woke me though, I'm hungry!"You both emerged from the room and the boys eyes widened.

"Y/n! You're still alive?" You rolled your eyes. "Yah I wouldn't kill her just for waking me up!" You rose your brow. "Five minutes ago you threatened to kill me for poking your face. " he scoffed. "Well duh that was annoying." You grinned and started poking his face repetedly. "Oh you mean like this?"

"Yes I mean like that stop". You didn't stop and just poked his face some more Yoongi finally grabbed your wrist to stop you. You looked into yoongis eyes trying to figure him out. "YAH romeo and Juliet quit eye raping each other and come eat!" You glared at Namjoon who was grinning his little stupid devil grin.

You both walked over and sat next to each other but you reached over and pinched namjoons thigh under the table. "Ah!" He jumped jin pain his knees hitting the table. "What's wrong namjoon?" you smiled at him. "Yeah what wrong nammie?" all the while you didn't notice yoongis reaction to your little name for Namjoon.

Namjoon glared at you. "Nothing I'm fine." the boys went back to eating and Namjoon mouthed to you.

(I'm gonna kill you) You went on eating, while Yoongi glared at his bowl shoving food into his mouth.

V noticed yoongis mood change and spoke. "Yah Yoongi are you really that tired? jeez lighten up!" Yoongi stabbed his rice with his chop sticks before dropping them and getting up leaving to his bedroom with the rest of the room staring at him. "Wow what's his deal? It's just food!" Jungkook said as he shoved more soup down his throat.

You dropped your chopsticks and pushed out your chair. "I'm gonna go check on him". You ignored the boys grins and walked into yoongis room closing the door again. He had his back facing you. "Yoongi?" You stepped a little closer. "Get lost". You glared at his lazy form. "Jeez no need to be rude!"

You pulled on his shoulder making him roll into his back. "Tch whatever." You frowned. You thought of what you used to do to get your ex jay park to talk to you when he was mad. Maybe it'll work with Yoongi. You just said f*ck it and threw your knee over his side, so you were sitting on top of him.

Yoongi eyes widened."y-yah what are you doing?!?" You leaned down and stared at his eyes. "What got you mad?" Yoongi looked at your (body type) form on his lap and started feeling a little nervous hopefully you wouldn't move and making things worse.

But of course with your innocent mind you had no idea that this was turning him on, so you wiggled your hips to get his attention. "C'mon tell me!" Yoongi made a disgruntled sound. Your eyes widened. "Oh crap did I accidentally hurt you?" You leaned down closer so your face was close to his.

"Are you ok Yoongi?" Yoongi found his voice. "U-uh yeah". You sat back up on him creating some friction. "F*ck it....". You gave him a look. "Wha-mmph!" Yoongi the king of surprises sat up and grabbed your face and kissed you, rolling himself on top of you.

You couldn't believe it your crush was actually kissing you this never happens! Am I dreaming? You let a small gasp pass through your lips it gave Yoongi the opportunity to shove his tongue in your mouth. Ok definitely not dreaming....Ok so not a dream now would be a great time actually enjoy the moment.

You grabbed a handful of his hair And kissed him harder. He groaned so you assumed he enjoyied his hair being pulled. You weren't planning on stopping anything but suddenly yoongi stopped the kiss and pulled back taking a breather he looked amazing with his hair messed up from you tugging at it and his swollen red lips.

"I really like you y/n". You smiled and grabbed him by his shirt pulling him back down. "I really like you too". You leaned in kissing him aggressively again.

Namjoons pov

"Sshhh! I cant hear what they're saying!" I pressed my ear to the door hearing lip smacking sounds obviously they were kissing. "I like you y/n". I gasped and tried to contain my excitement so they wouldn't hear us. "I like you too". *More kissing* continued and I squealed. "My otp is happening!" the boys all jumped up cheers. Until the door opened and yoongi stood there looking ruffled with his hair sticking in different directions and y/n behind him with swollen lips and her curly hair looking messier than normal.

"Will you guys stop snooping on us don't you have something better to do?" I shook my head. "Nope but my otp is happening!"

"Whatever weirdos" yoongi closed his door and I'm assuming got back down to buisness. "They're gonna make cute little babies together!".

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aggresivelyfriendly · 6 years ago

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~Who Names The Colors~

Chapter 24-Charge of the Lancers

Hi Guys! Is it Friday yet?? I am wiped, and this chapter....There are some really sweet moment, Come share your thoughts to cheer me up! I got my Wo-woman tattoo yesterday! As soon as its healed enough to wear a bathing suit, I’ll share a selfie! I have people to thank! -to @nocontrolforlouis for quick beta reads, to @bleedinglove4h for songs that break my heart and @dirtystyles for inspiration and indelible images!

Jo sat in her office worrying her empty right ring finger. She wondered if anything had festered in the days she was off campus. She hadn't been to her office in nearly a week by the time she made it in to her office hours this morning, the flu kept her in bed for forever, so if anyone saw them, her and Harry, in the parking lot, Jo thought that may be the only place they walked the line, she was blithely unaware still. They did well inside. She doubted she'd get hauled in by the dean anyhow. They'd done ok, maybe got away with it, being in public together.

Except with his mother. Harry slipped multiple times there and she still hadn't put the screws to Harry to find out what Anne had said. He had been there, to her house when she was sick, had noticed that she hadn't come to her office and turned up with things to make soup. She'd been so ill, and he'd been there.

Zoe was on the mend by then and he spent a good amount of the afternoon entertaining her when he'd come to check on them mid week.

"C'mon flyaway Zoe" she had heard from the living room faintly, the door snicked and there was blessed quiet for her to sleep off her fever.

Jo was moaning a little, into the still air of her room and she felt like the whole place smelled like her body, and she needed to pee and she wanted a shower so bad. But she couldn't get up yet.

"Jo?" God, she loved his voice and that he was here. He came to her bedside and placed his hand to her forehead, then his lips.

"Don't!" she said." You'll get it!" And pushed his hand off of her, so he just kissed her forehead.

"Then you'll take care of me." He squeezed her cheek and it hurt a little because everything ached. "You're burning up baby."

He disappeared for a moment.

When he had come back in, a minute or an hour later, she was bleary-eyed and hotter, he picked her up like the sack of sticks she was. The bathroom rang with his voice. "Jo, when was the last time you ate? You're really thin babe."

"What day is it?" Her voice skipped like a scuffed dvd.

"It's Wednesday, morning. I knew you had come down with whatever Zoe had when you weren't in your office." He pulled his t-shirt off her shoulders and picked her back up and stepped into the bath with his jeans on to put her in.

"Your jeans, you'll be uncomfortable—" It was too late, but she put up a protest. "You went to my office?"

"You didn't answer my text yesterday afternoon and I knew you told me to steer clear on Sunday because of the fever. Monday, I gave you a pass on class because I figured Zoe was still sick." He got out of the bath and onto his knees. "Can you wet your own hair?"

She dipped beneath the water and watched him pour shampoo into his hand and wanted to cry. It had been four days since she had washed up. She was too tired and then too sick.

"I hate how wonderful you are," she said as he put the shampoo into the crown of her head and massaged her scalp.

"You don't," he told her and poured water over her head with the cup on the tub sill she used to wash Zoe's hair.

"I don't. I love you." She blubbered a little.

"I missed you, and was trying to wait to talk." He seemed as tender as her with time and unspoken words like there were broken boards on the suspension bridge between them.

"I'm scared, Harry." She had let him sink into her bones, and Jo felt like their expiration date was the time stamp on that video. "Did you delete it?"

"We haven't watched it." He dodged. "Jo, after I clean you up, I need to feed you." His hand ran up her gaunt torso. "Can you try some of the soup I made, and drink some water?"

"Zoe?"

"I fed her at the pub, the one with the playground?" Jo nodded. That was a local place. Did anybody notice them out together? She was almost too tired to care.

"Was anybody there?" She asked and his brow furrow. "That you knew? Or knew Zoe?"

"Why?" He asked while he felt her ends to see if the conditioner was out. Him having long hair was paying off for her right now. She loved it cosmetically, but the knowledge was helping her out in a more immediate way in the moment.

"Harry..." he soaped her up and poured water over her body and grabbed the nearby towel after letting out the drain. "We, still, lover, don't you think someone will notice if you're always with my kid?"

"I'm her babysitter." He said off-hand and wrapped her in the towel. "Can you walk?"

"Yeah." But she was weaker than she thought and happy he stayed next to her. "We need to be careful, I think the walls are caving in." She shivered as he pulled off the towel and dried her hair.

Pj's?" He asked, then laughed at her head shake. She didn't really wear those either. Jo was afraid he was gonna sidestep her worry, ignore it. And she didn't have the hutspah to bring it up again. He got up and came back with old trackies and his t-shirt. "Baby, we are fine. Walls are still up, and I'm done with school in a month and a half. We can do whatever then."

"We can't. Not right away." She said. "We have to talk to people, too." He kept brushing her hair and started to braid it. "How do you know how to do that?"

"Big sister. I was her dolly." He kissed the side of her head and her back where the end of her hair lay. "I'm gonna cook."

"Did your mom say anything?" He tucked her in.

"I'm gonna go cook." He said and stood to go, "Check on little miss."

"Harry, your mum?" She couldn't raise her voice, he had been close enough for her whispers. He went out and she lay down exhausted from worry and flu.

"Your mum?" She said when he brought her water a minute later. "She say anything, ask about your slip?"

"Yeah." Harry kissed her head. "We'll talk about it when you're better."

And he had avoided the topic while he fed her soup and set her up. Harry had avoided any hard topics, and she had been sick and too thankful for the help. Harry had checked in on her on Thursday too via FaceTime. Zoe had spent the day with Audrey and Jo had spent her final day in bed. Harry had slept on the couch the night before and set her up for the morning before his classes.

"Feel better! I love you. I have class until late." He kissed her forehead and leaned down to kiss her lips. "Your fever broke in the night, babe. Do you want me to change your sheets?"

Jo moved her head to the side and his kiss glanced off. "No, not yet, Harry, let me be a day clear of it before we start kissing. And I feel much better. I think I can handle the sheets, lover."

"Ok, want me to come over tomorrow, after your classes?" He was buttoning up his shirt and hoisting his messenger bag. "Spend the weekend?"

"It's Colin's weekend. I can stay with you if you want." She tried be coy and cute, but her pallid hue didn't do her much credit.

"Yeah, that would be nice!" He stopped at the door, a light bulb above his head. "What if we went out?" He caught the look on her face and dimmed, she knew her brow was furrowed. "On the far side of town, away from school."

She'd nodded. And been excited despite herself. They hadn't gone out much after Liverpool, had laid their bellies to the ground for months. It was a happy life, domestic to a fault, but clandestine. The idea of another date, a time to be his, especially after the debacle with the tape, another thing they hadn't discussed, was a relief. Maybe they should have just planned a date, that had to be safer than filming themselves fucking.

The tape worried her but the thing she lay awake over was the ring. She had to get Ethan's ring back. It had been a desperate move and now she regretted it. Jo was scared to bring it up. They had so much pressure from without, she didn't want to add it from within. She hoped Harry understood. They could talk about an alternative token of affection. Hell, maybe she would get a tattoo, long as she appeased Harry and got that ring back on her finger.

The ring and the video seems like ammunition aimed at them. Nothing had changed as far as Jo knew, but she had had fever dreams about being caught out in the rain naked. She was tearing through the woods with hounds on her heels. Jo could hear them barking and a sharp tooth pierced her heel as she was run down. She woke up when her knees hit the packed ground of the path in her dream. But they never needed to hit the ground, so long as they deleted the evidence, or were careful about it. She stopped then, deleting it was the only way.

Some of their other issues were matters of time. They just needed to let the clock run out on school issues and Victoria's suspicion. So long as they remained careful.

After they fended off those foes, it was the hardest parts. Revealing themselves to their loved ones, Harry's mum and Ethan. Jo would use these hours to list out their issues so they could discuss them. Then she was going to get ahold of her man, and they would spend the weekend together, happy, and even go on a date. They would talk over the next month and a half and make plans to talk to the big guns. And she could finally feel like they had just avoided an iceberg. She figured two days in, and out, with Harry and she'd feel unsinkable.

Jo watched the clock as her reflection on the last week and her office hours ended. Nobody had come, which was not entirely odd this time of the semester, especially when she had been out all week.

She hoped Harry fed her. Maybe he would have cooked for her by the time she got there. "Will you make me chicken tagine?" She sent the text with a pouty picture of her, and looked up from locking her door just in time to see Ewan and Victoria going into her office.

Ewan waited outside and waved to her until Victoria gave her a curt, "Professor." which she returned before calling Ewan shrilly to follow her. Somebodies eyes followed her out, Jo didn't turn back to check who. She may be able to pull ostrich on that issue, and she intended to.

She was excited to get to Harry, but found herself fiddling with her naked finger a lot. That she wanted to remedy. She wasn't exactly sure how, but figured she would find a way. Jo navigated the streets to Harry's house and wondered why he hadn't text her back about her plans to meet him. Or the food she pouted for.

She got her answer when he came to the door.

"Baby!" He reached for her and she side stepped his public display. He was in jeans and no shirt, his fingertips were colored and she sighed at the sight of him. The music was loud and their playlist was on.

She immediately felt better, like Atlas must have taken back his burden now that she was here. The air was even easier to breathe in his presence.

Jo pressed the door closed behind her and leaned back against it hoping he would lean back into her, or whirl around like the dervish he became when he was ecstatically creating some landscape portraiture alchemy. Normally, she'd follow him and get to watch.

Tonight, he danced with her though and she smiled when he went to kiss her. Harry stopped just short of her. Jo could smell the coffee on his breath and he had grey paint in a whisp near his hairline. She leaned up to close the distance; he pulled back just a fraction.

"We allowed to kiss again?" He let the curled edges of his pussy pink lips curl against her. "Is it safe now?"

"You're an ass!" Jo was really liking this teasing confidence. Maybe giving him the run of her and a token on affection had some effect besides her anxiety, the old cheeky Harry imbued with her reverent lover. His playfulness warmed her belly and she needed to move him along. And she needed to find a way to broach lots of subjects before the weekend was up. But now wasn't the time, they were in the middle of something.

Har-- Harry," She wasn't without her own power either.

"Yeah, that's my name!" He groaned and closed the circuit between them. She gulped when he gripped one thigh then the other to lift to his hips and carried her into his room.

It had been a while for that too.

Jo liked all his sexual moods, but worshipful was her very favorite she realized as she catalogued the way his long hair felt sliding down her chest to her belly. It tickled in the bends of her elbows and she giggled when he flicked it over his shoulders and it snaked over her upper thighs. She loved his wet lips and when he would lay his head on her hip joint to count her heartbeats for her.

She loved their velvet nights.

It got better after when he pulled her up and made sandwiches to share. It wasn't chicken tangine, but she was too hungry to care by then. They sat naked at the bar where they did months ago, and this time she fed him the remainder of her sandwich when he'd eaten his like he'd just discovered sliced bread and peanut butter.

"You are a hungry man today!" She laughed while he nipped her fingers on the way out. She felt light as candy floss.

"Been painting for hours. Found the siren in those rocks. Come look." He stood up, naked as the day in that comfortable way he had infected her with and brought her to the studio.

He had found a lady indeed. She wondered if she should point out how much they looked like her, all his ladies. Maybe she was just projecting. But that looked a lot like her backside and her profile.

"Who's getting bashed on the rocks?" She grabbed a canvas and was wondering if they were still even there, if they went through their supplies equally. Harry had insisted it wasn't a big deal and been properly offended when she mentioned chipping in on them that one time. So she tried to bring things with her and casually leave them.

He gave her knowing glances, and when she had "accidentally" left the palette knife he always used at her house, the really good one, he had given her that look and just shook his head. "I'll pay in kisses." He'd said. And worked off some debts.

They set themselves up and Harry disappeared about thirty minutes into their session to come back with a bottle of red, the kind she preferred her pleased smile noted, and the music switched to PJ Harvey and she shared her grin with him.

"What're you painting today, who's got the beat?" He handed her the bottle and she took a sip and stared at her cowering lass.

"Dunno." Jo quirked her head to the side. "I think this time the beat has got her." She had only sketched out her own faceless lady, she was in the middle and the beat was a serious shape, lances pointed at her cowering head, surrounding her.

Harry grimaced. He kissed the top of her head and whispered, "Nobody is gonna get us. We will make it, we'll be fine." But his desperate grip made her wonder if he believed that. "Do you wanna talk about it now?"

Jo realized he had avoided it so strongly when she was ill, which was unlike her direct man. But she could very much relate at the moment. "No, I just want to paint now. Can we do the difficult stuff later?" Her head went deeper into the sand, it was nice there.

"Course!" His whole body looked relieved like taffy after a pull. "And I'll be your bubble, like in the Incredibles, the daughter?" And Jo remembered the cute movie Ethan had liked as a boy. "Nobody is gonna poke you."

"Well, I hope somebody will poke me!" She flirted and he painted her nose with the brush she had just picked up. They wound up painting each other instead of the canvases. She pressed him against a wall and got the whole side of his face. But his size and youth won out when he took her down. Once Jo had given up the fight and lay beneath him, she'd let him paint her face in a Mondrian print and laughed when he took a shot on her phone. She'd set it as her background, since he couldn't. And then smudged the paint on his face and chest kissing him. They'd made it to the shower not long after their game of paint tag.

It was just one moment of joy from their weekend. Friday night was long and naked, and they slept in Saturday morning to compensate. Jo woke up first and made Harry tea and then the both of them smoothies and they'd curled up in his bed for hours, they watched "Peaky Blinders." And Harry got confused and jealous at her Cillian Murphy crush.

"He is so attractive!" She sighed.

"He looks like a cadaver!" Harry grumped and she laughed.

"Think he'd mind a live girl?" Harry tackled her then and made her admit he was the handsomest.

He was.

When they had turned off the show after nearly a season, they decided to go out. They made it to a pub after the street fair and botanical garden they had enjoyed the improving weather in. This was after a tense discussion over whether they should go to Home. Harry had been itching to see the gallery, but It was too risky, and Jo felt bad she had to tell him so. Harry had been very keen.

She hated to disappoint him.

They both shook it off in the name of their day out, but the clandestine requirements weren't as titillating as they once had been, it was stifling lately. With Harry pushing for more, more, more and Jo trying to rein him in like an unbroken mustang too beautiful to release but too wild to control.

The pint glass in her hand was getting warm she realized while she ignored that errant thought; she had been kicking his ass at trivia and it was more fun than drinking, so she took her time. It wasn't her last beer, but it may be her last victory. Though Harry seemed chuffed at her win. He loved when she took the piss out of him, she could tell by his grin. Didn't mind when she bested him. Later, after they had danced til she was sweaty, she stole his hair tie out of his bun.

"I have more hair." She pouted and he nodded and caught the ponytail she was gathering and held her by it to kiss her.

It was the second best date of her life.

They'd fallen into bed and his arms were warm and his laughter throaty, while she teased him about his abysmal sports knowledge. "Honestly, how have you not learned more, simply from making conversation?" She looked down to ask from his favored resting spot on her left ass cheek.

"I was to busy learning to paint from you and how to braid hair!" He nipped her cheek and flipped her over before crawling over her. "I think both are more useful skills."

"Have any other skills you'd like to show me?" she was a little breathless and bright eyed.

"Yeah." He'd breathed into her sternum where he pressed the first kiss.

It was a perfect 36 hours, but the next morning, the ring she had purchased at the street fair was burning a hole in her pocket. Harry was in the shower and she had pulled on sweats when goosebumps erupted over her skin when she got out from the covers. The apartment was colder than it had any right to be. Jo knew it was her nerves at the looming conversation/ She didn't want to do this in the bedroom, in case it went bad, and they fought, or the studio. Both were sacred spaces to her. So, she went to make tea and wait him out in the kitchen, neutral ground.

She was staring into her cup, stirring it slowly when Harry came out to her in his own loose pants and bare chest.

"You look ominous." He sidled up next to her. "Time to talk about my mum?" He was counting his fingers. That curious thing he did when he was nervous, but in control enough to not pinch his bottom lip.

Shit, his mum. She'd been so preoccupied by the ring when she woke up, since she saw the alternative really, she'd forgotten about their other obstacles.

It was as good a place to start as any.

"That and other things." Jo looked up from her cup and exhaled as many of the bats in her belfry as possible. "What did she say? Did she ask outright?"

He shook his head and sat at the place she had made for him, across from her. She should have put them side by side. Men did better that way, less adversarial.

"No, she never asks outright, or scolds me, but she did say we still seemed close, like we had been when I was younger. She emphasized that, younger not young. And she warned me, about how people might perceive it." He took a sip of his tepid tea, grimaced, maybe over it not being perfect. "But she gave me this look, one I know, where her eye contact is intense and her right brow is high and we both know she is saying more than she is saying."

Jo wondered if he knew he wore that look sometimes too. "Did she, did she say anything about me?" Jo bit at her lip and tried to remember that she and Anne were peers at least, if not friends. Never would be now.

Harry gave her his eyes then, "Just that you must be lonely without Ethan and after a divorce. How she felt for your desperate situation."

"She thinks I'm desperate?" That chafed.

"No, she's trying to tell me that if it seems you like me back, it's because you are lonely and need attention." He gripped his coffee cup. "She still thinks I get crushed by my crushes. I had to bite my tongue to keep from telling her that if you were a crush, I would get flattened under the weight if the real thing ever happens."

"I'm not lonely," that wasn't quite right. "or I was, but I didn't want it to be you." She sighed, "It just was."

"What's the plan, then?" He took her hand and coasted his ring clad pinky over her knuckles.

"We wait? More. Until school ends. Then we tell her." She gulped, he loved his mum expected a lot from her. "And we expect her to disapprove, like most people will."

He nodded, "They doubt because they don't know." He cocked his head with a sad smile. "They don't see us spending days together, that feel like minutes, that we are forever." He winked the ring at her, held his hand up.

She stared at the ring on his pinky "Harry, I hate that we have to talk about things like this, but there are lots of things we have to talk about." she gulped a breath.

"Like?" She took his hands at that.

"I want you to have something from me, and I gave you that ring," she gestured at his hand. "but." And she bit her lip.

"But Ethan gave it to you and you want it back." He looked hurt, but unsurprised.

"I'm sorry Harry. I wasn't thinking, you were so upset and angry and I didn't want to leave you empty handed." She took a big breath. "But that ring was a mistake, to give Ethan's ring was," she shook her head, she couldn't find a word. "and once I woke up from fever I had to talk to you about it."

"Jo, baby, I understand, it's not this ring, really. Though I love this one, the symbol on it. Any will do. It's not his particular thing, but what it means. I want what it means, the real symbol?" His voice had taken on a hue she didn't know, she heard it as deep purple.

"What symbol?" She was confused about his passionate segue.

"I just want to know it's forever for you too. That when you look down the line, all those titles that Colin gets are mine, because you want me to have them, think I deserve them."

Her blank face must have registered for him.

"You don't think about beyond? Like forever, Jo?"

No, she had made it a point to not think of forever. Cast those thoughts out like seeds on hard ground. "Harry..." she trailed off. This, they, had a natural end date to her, not because she wanted it, but because Harry would want things she couldn't give, naturally. "What titles do you deserve?"

"Husband. Definitely, and father." He looked down and whispered the last word, but when he looked up he was resolved and she knew one of those lances was coming to pop their bubble, but it was going to come from her, from within.

"Harry, I..." How do you tell somebody what they want was not for them, because of something as immovable as time? "You said... but you said a part of me was enough? What we have was enough for you?"

"And I meant it. I did! But you don't see more for us?" He begged. "Jo, we are so much bigger than right now, bigger than love. We're like paint on a canvas that outlives the original artist. Legacy, I see it with you." He smoothed hair behind her ear. You don't see it with me?" His desperate brow was breaking her heart.

" I do." She sighed because she did, but as a fantasy. "When I dream it's you and I with silver hair down our backs painting in a garden. But, I leave that idea in the night."

"Why? I dream that dream, too." Harry insisted and took her hands.

"Because it's, it's not fair to you, lover. I can't give you legacy." She felt her wet cheeks before she knew she was crying.

"What do you mean?" He looked like the answer was already there in his mind, but he was ignoring it, because most of the time the twenty year lap between them was less a problem than all their other hurdles, just a detail like her hazel eyes and his curly hair.

"It's not fair, giving you forever isn't. Because I can't, really. I can't have more kids." She gathered up all of her bravery like firewood to set his hopes on fire.

"What do you mean?" He cast his eyes around for a satisfactory answer. "like you think you are too old?"

"Harry, I am nearly too old." she cut herself on the words.

"But you still cycle, it can still happen." Damn he paid a lot of attention growing up among women, and to her body, probably because he never got squeamish about fucking while she bled.

"Technically, but we've only just been together four months and that's too soon." She was trying not to cut him with her truth too.

"It's not" Harry shook his head, "we aren't going anywhere Jo. I knew in my bones right away. I recognized you. Once I was grown up and looking."

She shook off his surety like shackles. "Harry, even if we started trying now." The words sparked hope in his eye. She was gonna dash it."which would be criminally stupid." she tilted her head at him, "But what I mean is, I can't. Doctors orders." The next bit she squeezed his hand over. "And Harry. I won't."

He looked up at her teary eyed. "Is it just that you don't want to have my baby? Is it me? Something lacking?"

Jo kissed his forehead, "No love, there is nothing lacking in you. It's why I don't think of forever. You deserve to have children, lots if you want, when you are ready. Older." She smoothed the lines his concentration face was trying to make permanent.

"But I want that with you. I want babies and grey hair with you." He was crying in earnest now.

It started her tears again too, "I can't Harry. It could kill me." She took a huge breath then and realized the front lines could charge all they wanted, they were about to self-destruct anyway.

Harry lay his head on the table and she stroked his hair while he wept.

"Think hard about it baby, before we tell your mum, or Ethan, or anybody. I love you, I wish I could give you this. But I can't. I've done this before, and I was told it was a bad idea for me again. My uterus was nearly see through when they cut into me for Zoe. I'm lucky to have her. I can't give you this. And somebody else can, should. And that kills me. But you should have that." She cupped his wet face and brought it up to look at her. "You will make the best dad." Then she gave him a watery smile, "You should definitely share your genes with the world, lover."

He was shaking his head and hiccuping.

"And your heart. Though I want to keep it to myself."

"No, no, that's not right. It's not what I want."

"But I love you enough to give it to you. If you still want me, for the time I can give you, and the sell-by date on our life, our love. Ok. But I'm not your forever Harry." He looked at her broken, his face cracked like a dropped porcelain doll.

He just shook his head.

"But I have something for you, to give you." she pulled her hand off him. "In exchange for forever." She pulled out the sparrow rings, one with the clear shape of the sculpted bird, the other with a more abstract flying flock, that she had picked up yesterday. Jo pulled his hand into her own and removed the infinity ring. In its place she slipped on the subtler ring she knew he would love best and started to put its mate on her own finger. Harry took it over for her, and snugged it onto her right ring finger.

"I give you wings." she whispered over a rising sob.

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