#maybe this is a sign that i shouldn't eat that second cup

[imaredshirt]

I like to think that Stan got to ride a motorcycle at least once during his drifter years. Just once if nothing else.

[lythea-creation]

Caught on Camera - Shams x fem reader (Chapter 3)

Chapter 1

Previous Chapter

warnings: bullying

word count: 900

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“Are you serious? Why would you hang out with Shams?”, I complained.

“Why shouldn't I?”, Nadeen shot back. “Sarah just dropped me out of the blue. At least Shams doesn't care what others think about her. She seems to be reliable.”

We were on our way to a table to eat lunch together. Actually I had looked forward to it until Nadeen had enlightened me about her weekend.

How was I supposed to warn Nadeen about Shams without talking about Sham's filming? After all we had a deal.

“You just said that she doesn't care about what other people think. Do you really want a friend who doesn't care about your opinion?”, I inquired.

“(f/n) … what is your problem with Shams?”, Nadeen questioned.

I stared at her dumbfounded for a second, not sure of an answer.

Before I could think of one, I suddenly bumped into someone.

Last second I managed to get control over my tray to avoid spilling my food.

To my surprise it was Sarah. But of course she was not alone due to her newest fame. Tasneem, Hiba and their friends were with her.

“(f/n), I'm sorry! Are you okay?”, she immediately apologized.

“Yeah, it's okay. I'm sorry, too. I wasn't really paying attention where I was going”, I confessed.

We sent each other a short smile as a sign that we were not holding a grudge over it or anything.

When I tried to move on, Hiba intervened by placing her arm in front of me.

But instead of addressing me, she started talking to Sarah: “Are you kidding? You're at the top of the food chain now. You don't have to let her get away with this without consequences.”

Then she emptied her full cup of water over my head, draining my whole upper body as well as the food I was still holding in front of me.

“What the hell?”, Nadeen exclaimed.

I was too shocked to react at first.

Sarah was looking apologetically at me, but did not intervene either.

As a turmoil of emotions was bubbling up inside of me, I put down my tray and hurried to the bathroom.

On my way I noticed Shams sitting at a table on her own as usually, her camera in hands. Of course she had filmed the incident!

Tears of anger were pricking at the corner of my eyes as we glared at each other, before I continued my way.

When I arrived in the bathroom I slipped out of my shirt and placed it onto the sink to wring out my wet hair. Then I moved on to drying the shirt under the hand dryer.

It was no use though. It would take forever to dry it up.

I flinched as I heard the door open and quickly held the shirt in front of me to cover myself.

“You gotta be kidding me! What are you doing here?”, I yelled at Shams. “Can you please just leave and use another bathroom?”

“No, I'm here because of you. I ...”

I did not give her a chance to explain herself and instead interrupted her: “What? You didn't want to miss out on filming the continuation of the incident before? What were you hoping to see? Do you want me to break down? Or did you wanna film me without my shirt on?”

“Why are you always so aggressive toward me?”, she wondered. Her voice was surprisingly calm and stoic.

“Well, you always seem to be there during my worst moments, filming everything. I just saw you filming the incident with Hiba as well. And now you're even hanging out with Nadeen. She's my only true friend”, I ranted.

“I did film the incident”, she confirmed. “But it's not you who's looking bad in that scene, but Hiba. And I wouldn't show it to anyone without your consent … as I already promised. Neither did I film anything that happened in the changing room last week. And by the way, I didn't mean to steal Nadeen away from you or anything. She just seems cool and was having a hard time. So I figured we could hang out and maybe become friends. And right now I just wanted to check on you after Hiba was being such a bitch. But if you just want to keep on hating me, I guess I'll leave.”

Shams turned around and grabbed the door handle.

“Wait!”, I called out. “I'm sorry.”

She faced me again, her hand still on the door handle.

“You're right. I was being a jerk”, I admitted. “I only wanted to see the version of you I had pictured in my mind. Honestly I'm not even sure why.”

Shams let go of the handle and fidgeted something out of her bag.

“You can borrow it if you want to”, she offered me a spare shirt. “I don't think yours is gonna dry in time for the next lesson if you don't put it outside in the sun. And you can't really go out without wearing it. So ...”

Hesitantly I took the shirt from her. I thanked her with a shy smile.

She smiled back at me and I had to admit that it was kinda cute.

Suddenly I wondered why I had pushed her away to begin with.

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[charliecarter13]

we had to roll a dice and got our main character, setting, and conflict based on what we rolled, then we had to write a short story about it. we got to choose what we wanted our theme to be.

MAIN CHARACTER: A Nervous Bride-To-Be

SETTING: A Hamburger Restaurant In The 1950s

CONFLICT: Ate Some Poisonous Fruit

THEME: Honesty Is Best

  Felicity was nervous. Today was her wedding day, and if course she had to wake up late. She had time to brush her teeth, but now she was hungry, as she hadn't had time to eat breakfast.

   Luckily though, she had picked her favorite hamburger restaurant as the place she and her fiancé, Curtis, were getting married.

   "Hey darling, how are ya?" Curtis walked up to her, already dressed up in his tuxedo, A red rise sticking out of his breast pocket. His brown curls had been slicked back to try to make him look more elegant, but it wasn't exactly working.

   "Nervous..." Felicity responded. She knew it was bad luck for him to see her in her wedding dress, though she didn't exactly mind. Then, her stomach rumbled. "Maybe a bit hungry, she added."

   Curtis nodded, one of his curls coming out. "Hey, how 'bout I get you something to chow down on? Wouldn't want my dear to starve on our wedding day," he offered, already starting to walk to the front counter. It seemed he wouldn't take a no.

   Felicity smiled at the thought of not being hungry. She nodded.

   Curtis gave her a thumbs up and went over behind the counter to find the manager.

   Now Felicity is sat alone, all dressed up, waiting, pondering over why she feels so... off. Just as she nears a realization, Curtis comes back with an odd looking fruit.

   "The manager said she didn't have a lot if extra food, because if the supper we're having after the wedding," Curtis said. He handed Felicity the fruit.

   "It's alright. At least it's something, huh?" she chuckled, before taking the strange, purple fruit and biting into it.

   The juice was sweet, and tasted almost like a strawberry. She could hardly stop herself from wolfing it down. After she finished, she graciously accepted Curtis's handkerchief.

   Even though she had wiped her face, it still felt sticky. She excused herself and went to the bathroom, where she cleaned her face off.

   After she cleaned her face, she started to feel a little ill. Felicity felt something coming up her throat and just barely made it to the toilet in time.

   She took a second to compose herself, wiping her mouth with a paper towel. Sighing, she took a look at her appearance.

   Felicity's skin was pale, her hair was a mess, and her cheeks were flushed. She mumbled something about being poisoned. Considering her father had been poisoned, she knew the signs well. She shouldn't have eaten that weird fruit.

   "Curtis!" Felicity called out. After a moment, she saw him enter the bathroom.

   "My dear, whatever is the matter?" he asked, a bit scared.

   "I'm afraid the fruit you gave me was poisoned," Felicity revealed, and Curtis gasped.

   "I'll go call off the wedding right away!" he exclaimed, dashing off to find a phone.

   Felicity sighed. Even if she was a bit nervous, perhaps even a bit apprehensive, she still wanted to get married. Well, at least she thought she did.

   After some ten, twenty minutes, Curtis came back and helped her up. "Don't fret, dear. We shall go question the manager! Dottie, I believe her name was?" Felicity nodded, remembering the manager had introduced herself as Dottie.

   Felicity and Curtis walked behind the counter and barged into the manager’s office.

   Dottie, the manager, jumped when the two burst in. She looked over at them and groaned, pushing up off the couch.

   “Ugh, what do you two need? Wasn’t the wedding cancelled or something?” Dottie paused for a second, a smile coming to her face. “Or did you two figure out I’m a better match for Curtis than her?” she mumbled.

   “What? I couldn’t hear you,” Curtis said, cupping a hand around his ear and leaning in.

   “Nothing,” Dottie replied quickly, covering up what she said.

   “Ah, well, we need to ask a few questions,” Curtis explained.

   She sighed, “Fine. Ask away.” Dottie plopped down on the couch, crossing her arms.

   Felicity sat in the floor, scanning the items in the room, while Curtis sat in the recliner in the manager’s office.

   “So…” Felicity started, not sure how to begin. “Um… where’d you get that fruit?”

   Dottie coughed, averting her eyes. “Uhm, what fruit?” she chuckled awkwardly, obviously trying to cover something up.

   Curtis shot back, “Oh, you know the fruit! The one that was poisonous!” He basically accused Dottiebif poisoning Felicity.

   Dottie let out an incredulous gasp, covering her mouth. “I would never poison a customer!”

   Felicity snorted, then pointed to a bag. “Really?” She asked. The bag she pointed to was clearly labeled as ‘poisonous fruit.’ Everyone’s eyes followed to where she was pointing. Dottie let’s put a squeak, and Curtis, a gasp.

   The two looked at Dottie with accusatory looks. Dottie weighed her options, then decided to just tell the truth.

   “Okay, okay, fine! I admit, I poisoned Felicity! But it’s because I wanted the best for Curtis,” she admits.

   “Whatever do you mean?” Curtis asks, scratching his head.

   “Don’t you see? She clearly doesn’t love you!” Dottie responds. Felicity listened, too dumbfounded to speak. “Look in her eyes; she’s obviously not committed!” Dottie explains.

   Now Felicity realized what she was trying to tell herself earlier; she’s not nervous, she just doesn’t want to marry him!

   "What? This isn't true, right?" Curtis looked at Felicity with a pleading look.

   "...I'm sorry, Curtis." she admits. "Uh, I'm sure... someone else will marry you!" Felicity says, trying to make him feel better.

   "I will!" Dottie exclaimed. Curtis thought it over for a second, before...

   "Hm, okay. I think I do actually like you more," he admits. Curtis takes a ring from his pocket, and gives it to Dottie.

   Felicity smiled, and she and Dottie go to switch clothes. Curtis calls family, and says the wedding is back on.

   In the end, Felicity found out she was much happier on her own, and Dottie and Curtis got married, being in love for the rest of time.

IM SORRY THE “whatever do you mean?” ALWAYS MAKES ME LAUGH— IDK WHYYYY 😭😭😭

[emeto-things]

So something strange keeps happening. This is the 2nd time I woke up in the middle of the night, honestly feeling fine, kinda hungry maybe. But then my anxiety takes over and convinces myself I'm n*. I'm shaky and my throat felt warm before. I may need to poop, I don' t have to right this second but maybe it's almost time? I just burped which is a good sign. I'm not sure why this is happening. It may be because my daughter woke up in the middle of the night a few nights ago and v*d so I'm thinking it's my turn and my anxiety starts. Can low blood sugar worsen anxiety too? Could be that. I haven't been eating very much. Idk man. My phobia is at an all time high and it is miserable. Makes me never want to eat again. I did have iced coffee yesterday but it was decaf so it shouldn't be spiking my anxiety? I know that can do it. I usually do 1 cup of green tea every morning and I'm good. Maybe some soda with lunch so I don't overdo it on caffeine. It's gotten so bad I'm trying to look into hypnosis. I'm willing to try almost anything at this point. I was doing therapy earlier in the year, but with me working and my daughter doing speech and occupational therapy, there really isn't much time. I'm starting school in the fall as well. It's hard. Thanks for listening. -Kaitlyn

[itsany62]

SteveTony - Superfamily

Here are some Superfamily fics that I love. Don’t forget to leave kudos and nice comments in every fic!

What We Learn?, by nannersmelo, 1 k >, Fluff.

“Who is this?”

“That doesn’t matter. What matters is that we have your husband, so you will listen very closely-”

“My husband Tony? Tony Stark?”

"...Yes?”

“Oh well,” Steve laughed, “good luck with that.”

Intruder, by wordscorrupt, 500 words.

Steve and Tony face a rather tiny, adorable intruder in the middle of the night.

the privilege of loving you by starklystar, 7 k > words.

“Why won’t you let me touch you?”

It’s a desperate plea, half-shouted and half-whispered, Steve’s voice cracking at the end. Tony stops in his tracks, halfway to the stairs. He doesn’t dare to turn back, and he really doesn’t want to fight, or to leave, to spend the last month of his life away from his husband and their son. But Steve can’t know, can he?

-x-

Or: Tony has palladium poisoning, but he doesn't tell Steve and Peter

ah-choo by starksnack, 3 k words, Hurt/Comfort.

Peter catches a cold at the park while Tony is away for work. Steve is all out of sorts trying to care for a sick child on his own.

The Sign by nightwalker, 2 k > words, Adoption.

Tony hadn't slept the night before and he knew Steve hadn't either. They'd just laid there, side by side, listening to each other breathe and thinking their own thoughts. Somewhere around dawn Steve had rolled onto his side and splayed his fingers over Tony's heart.

Bellflower (unwavering love) by S_Horne, 1 k > words.

“Aw, man.” Tony shook his head at himself as he finally broke. He bent down and tucked his hands underneath Peter’s armpits, hoisting him up onto his hip with a practiced ease. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

“No m’not.”

Tony shook his head, straightening Peter’s shirt out where it had bunched up around his chest. “You’re in one of those moods today, aren’t you?”

Peter shook his head sagely and Tony huffed a laugh. “Not. You’re just mean.”

“I swear,” Tony said, blowing out a sigh, “if your Pops walks in and you turn into an angel, you’re grounded until you’re 50.”

a little lemonade by tonystarkssnipples, 1 k > words.

Tony came downstairs after putting Piper to sleep to find Steve with about 10 pounds of lemons spread across the table. At Tony’s footsteps, Steve looked up at him with wide eyes. “The recipe says a cup of lemon juice per gallon.”

“And?”

“I don’t know how many lemons make a cup of lemon juice.”

--or--

It's summer and Steve wants to help their daughter with a lemonade stand.

Distracted by a Dime by happyaspie, 56 k > words, Homeless Peter Parker.

Peter Parker thinks he has everything figured out. Where he can eat, sleep and make a little bit of money. What he needs to do in order to continue attending Midtown High and being Queen’s friendly neighborhood Spider-man. How to keep his entire situation under wraps and most importantly, who he can trust.

Then, along comes Tony Stark with an offer he can’t refuse. The plan is to remain professional, to not get too close to the Stark-Rogers’ family. Not getting comfortable means not slipping up and saying anything that he can’t take back.

...but for Peter- things rarely go as planned...

one makes me want another by parkrstark, 12 k > words, Adoption, Angst with a Happy Ending.

Steve and Tony adopt Peter when he's 6-years-old and 10 years later, he still thinks he's living the best life with two father doting on him. Until they tell him about the new baby they're bringing home and suddenly, the attention is all on her.

steve rogers-stark: full time dad/husband, part time spider relocator by parkrstark, 1 k > words, Spiders, Fluff.

"Love, what's wrong?" He called out, waiting for a reply.

"Steve!" Tony instantly screamed back. "Come here! I need you!"

Steve quickened his pace slightly, trying to keep himself calm so he didn't worry Peter. Babies could sense that stuff. "Where is 'here', love?"

“Bathroom!"

come morning light (we'll be safe & sound) by parkrstark, 14 k > words, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending.

After a strange mission, Steve, Tony, and Peter find themselves trapped in their own living nightmares. Some memories of their past, some they hoped to keep from even each other, and some of the worst 'what if's their minds can imagine. All they have is each other until they wake up...but is that enough to survive until they figure out how?

Gelid Feint by geekymoviemom, 21 k > words, Fluff and Angst.

Gelid: icy; extremely cold

Feint: a deceptive or pretended blow

Steve Rogers’ world had completely changed since he was discovered in the Arctic Ice. Not only had he led a team of actual superheroes to defend New York against an alien invasion, he had also found love, and the family he’d never dared to dream he could have.

So when Nick Fury asked Steve on a simple mission to retrieve materials from a hidden bunker, Steve thought nothing of it.

Until the demons he’d thought he had buried within the Red Skull’s airplane suddenly reappeared, and he was forced to face the one enemy he’d thought he had vanquished.

He had cut off one head, but now two more had taken its place.

love lives on by parkrstark, 6 > k words, Teacher Steve Rogers, Alternate Universe.

Steve doesn't like picking favorite students, but when he gets Peter in his class, he can't help it when this sweet little boy becomes his favorite. He shouldn't be surprised when one day his father picks him up, and Steve realizes that he's the son of Tony Stark...the love of his life he let go back in high school. Steve wants his second chance, even if Tony doesn't want anything to do with him anymore.

maybe love is the reason why (we're seeing it eye to eye) by parkrstark, 134 k > words, undercover as a family, Fake/Pretend Relationship.

"I'm sorry. Repeat that again." Tony leaned forward in his seat from across the table. He even stuck a finger in his ear as if he was cleaning it out. "I don't think I heard you right."

Fury rolled his eyes-- or well, eye. "You and Rogers need to go undercover as a married couple in a community out on Long Island."

--

After Civil War, Tony and Steve are sent on an undercover mission as a couple to try and find Hydra informants. Somehow, they end up with Peter as their undercover son who decides to play matchmaker even if the two of them are doing their best to ignore their feelings after Siberia.

little moments like this by parkrstark, 1 k > words, Domestic Fluff.

Steve grabs the blanket and covers himself. "Stop it! My husband will kill you!"

It takes Tony only a second to realize what Steve thinks is going on and he laughs. "Steve, it's me. Tony." He tries to take the blanket off, but Steve doesn't let him.

"Don't-- take advantage of me! My husband will kill you!"

Or, Steve is loyal to no end. Even after a night of drinking Asgardian mead.

Trapped in the Shadows by geekymoviemom, 97 k > words, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Parent Tony Stark.

All Steve Rogers wanted after a lifetime of war was to immerse himself in quiet, and solitude. Opening a bookstore seemed like the perfect answer. He could escape to any world that he desired, all while keeping his past firmly behind him, where it belonged.

Until the day Peter Stark walked in.

anytime by complicationstoo, 714 words, Pre-Serum Steve Rogers, Established Relationship.

Steve is there, holding Tony's sleepy one year old against his chest and stirring scrambled eggs on the stove with his free hand. He's murmuring quietly to Peter, low enough that Tony can't quite make out the words, but there's a soft smile on his face as he talks.

Tony wanders further in, sneaking up behind him and wrapping his arms around his waist. He buries his face into Steve's hair, and he can hear the grin in Steve's voice as he says, "Good morning, dear.”

How To Change A Diaper by writerstrash, 1 k > words, Established Relationship, Fatherhood.

Steve and Tony deal with a wriggly, crawly baby Peter who enjoys keeping his parents on their toes.

[ilove-cedricdiggory]

You would be okay (Fallen Pt. 2)

Draco x Reader

Request - Yes? kinda? you guys wanted a part 2!

Summary - You tried the unspeakable and were left with this aftermath. Part one here!

Trigger Warning - Mentions of suicide, suicidal thoughts, cursing, it's kinda lengthy. I hope you enjoy!

All that's left is a last embrace.

All that's left is a whisper to say.

Hearts broken,

tears spilled,

frantic moves,

for all that was left was a final exhale.

You expected white, or maybe black even? But all you saw was the yellow of a light. That's a good sign, right?

Go into the light.

But, the light doesn't come with a tight embrace, does it?

For the last of something shouldn't come with another. A last breath shouldn't be met with another inhale, filling your lungs with a type of pain that wasn't physical. A type of pain that filled your head with the doubt of no other.

You failed.

Failed to die, how can someone be that stupid?

"No." You croaked out, feeling the pressure on your body tighten. "No, I'm not alive. No." You opened your eyes, the unshed tears already in the place of your eyelids.

"Honey, clear the room." The soft, warm voice of the mother you dreamed of filled your ears. "Molly, no." You cried, looking up at her. She held your body tightly, her arms circled around you as she held the life of you, afraid to let go.

The tears fell quickly down your cheeks, sobs falling from your mouth. "Sweet girl, it's okay." She whispered, pressing you closer to her. You're unaware of how you long you sobbed, how long she sat there with you, softly pressing her palm down the smoothness of your hair, but your sobs lulled you back to sleep with the hatred of yourself filling your being once more.

One week

You felt like you were a toddler again, for a pair of eyes was always set on you. They didn't look at you with pity, they didn't look at you with disgust, they didn't look at you with doubtfulness. For they looked at you with a love you didn't even understand. A love that had your heart breaking worse than what Draco could ever cause.

You still weren't sure how you survived, how you possibly could have jumped from the astronomy tower and lived to tell the tale, but none of the Weasley's would tell you.

"It doesn't matter dear." Whispered Molly when you woke up the next morning, full of questions.

"What do you think about these?" Fred and George switched up the topic, showing you a prototype that was supposed to shoot multicolored glitter into the room you tossed it into.

"Sorry, y/n, I'm reading." Hermione excused, sticking her nose further into her book, avoiding your eyes with every cost.

Three Weeks

With each day, you ate more. With each second, you smiled brighter. With each look, you felt safer.

You weren't on watch like you had been, everyone seeing the slow progress you were making. You still had unanswered questions, but they sat at the back of your mind, until a bad day.

A day that had you tumbling down the steep stairs of progress, a day that had you quivering in fear of your own self. A day that started with a specific blonde.

You had assumed he was at the Malfoy Manner, you had assumed he thought you were dead. But, when you opened the door to your apartment, Hermione and Ginny standing beside you, he stood from your couch, eyes set on you.

"You're okay." He whispered, his eyes as broken as yours.

"Shit." Ginny looked at the Slytherin and quickly stepped in front of you. "Why the fuck are you here?" Hermione asked, pulling you back behind her.

"Look, I just - I had to make sure she was okay. I haven't left for weeks, I've slept on the couch to make sure I'd see you when you walked in. I - after I saved you, I saw the Weasleys running to you, I was too afraid they'd kill me themselves, so I ran off." He said, stepping closer to you. "Wait - you're the one who saved her?" Ginny asked, looking at the boy. "I uh, I levitated her - like Dumbledore did to Harry at the quidditch game year three. As soon as the owl flew in with a letter in your handwriting to me, after that fight, I knew what you were doing."

Ginny took one more step towards the boy before hugging him, her arms around his neck. "Thank you."

You and Hermione stood in awe. Ginny Weasley, the Ginny Weasley, was hugging Draco. They had all learned to tolerate the man, especially after the two of you got together, but the only person you ever saw try to hug Draco, was Molly.

"But, how did you know where I was? I wrote that at the end of the letter so I could - well, so I could die." You whispered, moving to sit on the couch

Hermione moved to sir next to you, taking the seat Draco might have taken, placing her hand on yours. "Y/n, we don't have to do this. We just came for some clothes." You shook your head, meeting Draco's red eyes.

"I found the letters, about 4 months ago. I had gone into the owl room to feed her the two days you were gone and I saw it with my name. I pulled it out and read it - I didn't know what to do. We had been doing well, you were happy, we had plans with the Weasley's, which I knew for a fact you wouldn't cancel, I just decided to watch you for the next few weeks, make sure you were okay. I knew that you were depressed a while ago, but we had been working on it.

You had been getting out of bed a bit easier, you were baking and singing, I figured you were okay. I know your depression comes and goes, but you were really doing good, so I didn't bring it up." He sat in your love seat, his head in his hands. "I was such an idiot for not bringing it up, I knew better than that. Even if you were doing good, you still wrote them, which meant you were suicidal before then. I'm just a plain dick for saying what I said to you then too. I - I can't believe that I did, you trusted me with your insecurities, with your darkest thoughts, and I used then to crush you." His voice was soft, tears falling from his eyes.

"Hey, Mione, let's go pack up some stuff for Y/n, I think they should talk."

Two months

You were okay.

It was still hard sometimes, but you were okay. You had moved back in to your home, finding a new routine for you. Someone of the Weasley house always popped in on you once a week and Molly set in a Sunday Dinner policy that you could not miss.

You were okay.

You still had dark thoughts, but who didn't? You still had rough days, but who didn't? The only thing you didn't have, was him.

After the day he told you how he saved you, he left. He excused himself when the girls came back, and he left. You were expecting to see him, to hear from him, but nothing. Now, your heart broke a little bit when you woke up and his side was empty, when you woke up and his coffee cup was gone, when you woke up and his designated seat stayed empty.

But, he wasn't going to kill you again.

You washed dishes, you baked cookies (and owled them to the Weasley's), and you went to work.

You were okay.

The day was long, almost as hard as it used to be, but you could do it. People came and went, your mood stayed stable, and your mind stayed blank from all thoughts that could break you.

You were okay.

Right at clock out, you stepped out of the store and - no one.

You walked down the street and - no one.

You stepped into the bakery the two of you got breakfast from that morning and - oh? maybe? the blonde hair, the same height? Nope, bakers son.

A simple hot chocolate, not wanting to be up for hours more, and you were headed home. The muggle tv was set up, courteously done by Harry and Arthur. The hours passed by, your own platter of cookies gone, but, you ate. Comedy movies watched, an episode of How I Met Your Mother finished, but you were then met with a stupid romance movie.

Your eyes watered as you stood, walking to the fridge to find - no ice cream? Really? You bought 4 pints of it the last time you saw it, it was just so hard to find in stores.

You glanced down at your clothes and shrugged, disapparating into the streets outside of the grocery store before walking in and straight to the frozen section. "Stupid freaking ice cream just had to be ate by me. Why can't they make self filling ice cream? I'd pay any damn price for that." You mumbled, the house shoes dragging along as you walked.

"Where is it?" You asked yourself, glancing in each of the doors before bumping into a cart. "Oh, crap, I'm sorry." You spoke, looking up to meet them.

"Narcissa?" You asked, your eyes furrowing. You glanced into her basket to see nothing but ice cream, the very ice cream you were here for. "Uh, that's a lot of ice cream." You said, biting your lip sadly.

"Draco sent me for them, I don't eat ice cream." She laughed, smiling at the girl. "You okay?" She asked softly, meeting your eyes. You had a problem with Lucius, yes, but Narcissa was so lovely - especially after the war. "I'm okay." You spoke, nodding once.

"You know, I said that a lot too, so I get it." You bit your lip, nodding once. "Oh, well, they don't have what I'm here for, so I'll be going." She nodded, you turning around before hurrying out of the store.

You were okay.

You popped back into your home, taking a deep breath. You sat in the room, shutting off the TV before laying back. An hour later, you were met with the pecking of the door, sighing as you grabbed a few knuts for the owl and walked to the door, swinging it open.

"Draco?" You breathed out, looking at the man. "Owl?" you asked, looking down at the owl in his arms.

"I uh, I figured I'd bring you these." He held up the ice cream pints his mother bought, smiling softly. "I was gonna owl them, but I had to see you, I'm sorry." He spoke, and you stepped aside to let the boy in.

After they were all safely placed in the freezer, he turned to you. "Y/n, I'm so so so sorry. I can't just apologise my way back into your life and I know that, but I'd do anything to see you. I was such an absolute idiot and I will do anything I can do to fix it, fix us." He spoke, his eyes meeting yours.

You nodded softly, taking a deep breath.

You were okay.

You were okay.

You were okay.

You weren't okay.

"I've missed you do much." you cried, flopping onto the couch. "And I hate myself for that because you did this, you did it. But you're the only one I could ever trust to really fix me again. But I can't trust you to not break me again." Your sobs filled the air, Draco rushing to hold you once again.

"I'm so sorry, y/n." he whispered, kissing your head softly.

You stayed in his arms until your sobs lulled to an end, looking up at him. "We have to restart." You whispered, looking into his beautiful eyes. "Not just pick up where we left off, restart." He nodded, his eyes bright with hope.

"Well then, y/n, can I take you out on a ice cream date?" He asked softly, pushing your hair back. "I dunno, I've got all the ice cream I can take, this really great guy bought it for me." You spoke, smiling at him.

"Yeah, but you look like a soft serve kinda girl."

You were going to be okay.

~~~

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[zuffer-weird-girl]

Back to the old days

He groaned at only feeling empty and cold sheets beneath his hand when it went it seatch for another body that was suppose to be cuddling with him... man doesn't even have a break on this life and now his songbird couldn't even stay in bed with him...

Stretching his arms up, he hummed at the pooping sound his neck and arms did when he was stretching. Today was the start of the heavenly one week of vacation the hero comission offered for him to take it. And he brabbed the chance with a smirk and almost broke the window of his agency due to how fast he wanted to get home. Get to you.

He looked at a little sticky note you had left, warning him you had to get out for groceries but would soon be back and promissing to bring some chicken even.

"What a angel I have ladies and gemtlemans..." he sighed before plopping back face down on the bed.

But he sadly couldn't fall back asleep so he had to push his lazy ass out of his bed and walk to the kicthen to at least have the decenty to drink the rest of the carton of milk.

Funny thing that the more he walked, his place was getting bigger and bigger for some reason. He shrugged off as being his slowly mind still processing and went to the fridge...

Only to see that he had to stood on his tip toes to get to open it.

"Huh?" He hummed and gasped at childish sound it came instead of his normal voice. Cupping his mouth in the process.

He slowly took off his hands from his mouth and brought to his vision to not see his normal hands, the ones whose carried scars from his battles and feel co cois about it before you washed them off.

No no. It was baby hands right there. BABY HANDS, NOT GROW ASS MAN HANDS.

"He.. hehe... " he giggled desperate before slapping his own face before wincing.

That was not a dream....

He started to shake just a bit but got the strenght enough to open his wings and fly until a neat mirror of his two-story apartment just to confirm this was a nightmare or not.

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You hummed a song while carrying the bags, stopping in front of the door to get your keys until a high pitched scream left you to wince and drop your groceries.

You opened the door and found a blond little boy looking in horror at the mirror. Vermillion wings wide open as the golden eyed kid grasped on his looks and pushed just slightly... wait. He was way too much familiar.

"K-...K-Keigo?" You sluttered and the boy gasped when he noticed you entered. Groceries forgotten and dropped on the ground.

"N-No.. dont look at me. Dont!" He went to fly and stood at the heigh of the ceiling as you entered and look up at the blond boy covering half of his face.

"What happened?!" You exclaimed and soon guards of the hero comission entered your flat.

"NO! GET OUT! BOTH OF YOH GET OUT!" He shouted in ager as the two body guards mistaken him with a normal child and went to get to him.

"Is Hawks!" You grasped onto one of the bodyguards shoulders as they widened their eyes beneath their sunglasses.

"Hawks sir?! What happened?!"

"G-Get out now!" Tears started to form on his eyes as he rubbed them "I DONT WANT TO SEE ANYONE OF THE HERO COMISSION ENTERING HERE!" he shouted and flew to the room, banging the door loudly as you blinked in shock.

"Please. I will text you guys when to come back, but while that, please serach for a cure or something for him." You spoke gently as one bodyguard grabbed your groceries and you went upright calling your boyfriend, now in a body of a child, name.

"Keigo?" You knocked softly to be met with silence "Handsome they are gone already, talk to me? Please?" You forced a pout as you heard his voice muffled.

"Spare yourself dove. I dont want you seing me... like this."

"But is the man I love there." You said softly and desperate for him to open up "No matter what, Keigo I dont mind and you shouldn't mind either. Maybe it was a quirk from yesterday you were hit and it will be gone in one or two days... please let me in? Werent we suppose to stick together this whole week?" You smiled when you heard the door clicking and Takami hesitantly, yet with eyes to the floor as he opened the door to reveal his childish form, clothes hanging on which fir into adult Hawks into perfection.

"You do have a way with words, don't you love?" He mumbled as you kneeled fo be on a decent eye level with him.

"Had to learn since I have a snarky boyfriend." You giggled and he let out a chuckle, still not looking at you until you cupped his cheeks on your hands.

"We're going to figure it out Keigo, and we will enjoy the week like you told me okay?"

You swore you almost went to a panick attack when you saw the sign of tears on your boyfriend's eyes despite them being wide open.

"K-keigo I'm sorry! I didn't meant for you to cry!"

"Is not me! IS THSI BODY DAMMIT!" he sobbed before succumbing to crying as he searched for a hug as you only could gulp and hug your boyfriend back.

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"The viĺlain you thought yesterday maybe was the cause Hawks." The man spoke nonchantly as you nibbled on your bottom lip as Hawks glared at them. "Since searching for a cure will leave you on a state to not work, we discovered it will cure by itself on a matter of one week."

You didn't like it one bit the way Keigo clenched hsi hands on the couch beside you as his feathers ruffled.

"Better for us even to say that it wont even cost your reputation. Imagine this, "the second pro hero turned into a child". It will hit Negatively on Hawks agency."

"Precisely."

The two man in tuxedo discussed before Keigo got uo and you called his name worriedly before he only clapped his hands with a smirk. One anyone would buy that he was chill... but you knew him better.

He was furious.

"Well, lucky that I got this weekend eh? Too bad I can't take my girlfriend out but anyway glad to see ya! But is time for all of you to get the fuck out of my apartment." He showed the door to the males as you and them widened your eyes at him cursing and the threatening tone he uses it even with a childish voice.

"Hawks, language and-"

"Listen here." Hawks's smiled creepily as one vein almost popped "I am cleary not having a good day so I would LOVE for you fuckers to get out."

They signed and gave you a expecting look. One that made you grimace like they were dealing with a animal and thing which you had to control it for them. Hawks was not the only one who felt trapped. When they discovered you two were dating, it was their mission to make Hawks's life a living hell... until they saw how well the public had take your guys relationship and decide sto remain on that.

Hawks gave a also fake smile before slamming the door shut. Slumping and having his two arms to support him as he hinged his head low.

"Keigo..." you cooes before coming close to him as he only breathed in and out slowly before speaking in a teary voice.

"I just wanted to make you happy... have time with you but this had to happen and they cant e-even h-he-" a sob escaped and he made a effort to gulp it down until he felt your arms around him before he turned around to bury his face on the crook of your neck.

"Its okay. Keigo you already make me soo happy. Corny jokes, you being a lovable jerk and all... we can still have fun." You spoke softly as he breathed in and out and clenched on your shirt as his feathers form his wings slowly ease down as you petted both his hair and them.

"How...?"

"We can still do a bunch of things." He mumbled something in your neck before you pulled back "What was that?"

"Not one thing we can do that we both were looking forward to it."

"Eh?" Your boyfriend only deadpanned at you before mumbling back what you two were thinking with a faint blush.

"We can't be... intimate."

"We can still cuddle Kei and also-"

"In bed (Y/n)." He gave you a knowing look and realization hitted you finally.

"Out of all things you were throwing a fuss becaus eof that?!" You yelped in utter embarrassing as Keigo opened his arms wide open.

"YOU ASKED FOR IT!"

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"Why you're so grumpy baby?" You giggled at the loom of his face when he climbed the bed and stared at you laying down as well.

"Why? Because you will take aadvantage of this and not let me be the big spoon."

"You guessed right my handsome." You blinked at him and he cuffed cutely before you opened your arms to him "Cmon~ you cant deny that you always liked to sleep with your head on my chest."

"Is different." He mumbled but still hot into your embrace, sighing heavenly when he met your warmth as he nuzzled on you.

"Comfy?" You yawned as he nodded, smilling you closed your eyes and fell asleep while petting his hair.

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On the other day you woke up before Keigo and went to make some breakfast until you heard footsteps and whinning.

"Babe..." he whined, still sleepy as you try your best to not have am overload of cuteness at seing child Keigo with morning hair and yawning cutely.

"Hey birdbrain. Good morning." You returned your attention to the eggs and soon felt a little press on your forehead and more whining as he tried to hug you. "What now you big baby?"

He looked at you with the most adorable pout and made grabby hands at you.

"I cant hug you like usually! I cant even surprise you with neck kisses!" He whined more and hitted his head on your hip while you shook your head.

"Fine fine..." you crouched down and hugged him tightly with a kiss on his cheek "Better now?"

"No.. didn't got my kiss." You giggled as he smirked before feeling extremely betrayed when you kissed him on the forehead. "Dove I meant on the lips yeah?"

"Not until you are like this baby! Now come on eat something."

You swore you could hear Hawks saying he was sit on the corner, due to all the sad he got just because of a kiss.

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Which movie honey?"

"A scary one I guess?" Keigo's winds flapped as he closed the microwave after taking the bow of popcorn.

"Kids can even watch this?" You joked and he flashed dyou a smirk.

"Well, yeah after all you watch sometimes."

"Excuse me Takami Keigo?"

"What? Did I say anything? I didn't say anything." He chuckled at your irritated face as he took some popcorn and munched as you sitted down with a huff.

"You're lucky you're in this state or else I would have put you to sleep on the couch."

"You wouldn't." You giggled at the henuily scared tone of his childish voice speak before the movie started.

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Apparently you were a scary cat, and since Keigi didn't have that glorious delicious chest to hide your face, Takami agreed to watch another movie.

Although not even it reached the half of it and you felt Hawks's head falling your lap... asleep. Cuddling on your leg as if his life depended on it.

"Keigo? Honey?" You whispered while brushing his golden looks out of his face as he only hummed "If your fired than go to sleep sweety, I wont mind."

"No... you.. like... then not... sleeping... just resting eyes..." he mumbled as you softened your gaze and petted his hair.

It must be due to how his childhood body reacted because no way Keigo would be sleeping at 8 p.m. Especially being acustomized to work work work work and ocassionaly take five minutes of rest.

This was actually a pretty good way for him to relax. Keigo himself wouldn't let him relax mostly on his breaks. So this was really good for him.

Although you miss the actual body and face of your boyfriend, you couldn't help but to give another kiss on him, but instead on his nose as soft snores and breaths come out of him.

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He got down the few stairs and stared at you opening a box of cake and tilted his head at your actions.

"Can I ask what my little dove is doing?" You looked at him and showing him a ate of a already piece of the cake.

"Tjought on a little dessert to give some more sugar to your life!" You giggled as he sighed.

"All the sugar I need is so close yet so far." He sighed as you rolled your eyes and offered a spoonful of the spongy cake for him.

He blushed crinsom red before looking away.

"I can feed myself (Y/n)..."

"I know bit I thought it would be cute!" You pouted at him as he only looked at you in unpleasant bit with a smirk coming back to life. "Pleaseeee? Honey???"

"Fine..." he rolled his eyes with a smile before parting his lips enough to receive the spoon. "You're enjoying this arent you?"

"For all the teasing you made me when through. Karma is a bktch isn't it? Here comes the airplanes~"

"You do know that I wont stop teasing you after this right?" He smirked at your defeated look before taking the spoonful on his mouth.

"... KEIGO GET BACK HERE YOU-" you ran after the winged hero as he laughed at your distress.

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"Hey... dovey?" He mumbled one night as you grunted "... thank you."

You furrowed your eyebrows and looked at him as he held the tears back.

"Is just... my life was marked by loneliness, you know? Before you it was all just an act but ... just looking at you was necessary for me to fall in love. Fall hard you"

you heard in awestruck and with tears of happiness to hear him talking about something so beautiful.

"basically." he laughed before finally looking at you properly "You filled all that emptiness of my childhood in just five days. In that time it was enough to fill the life of the street kid caught by the heroes commission ... with love. So once again-" he cupped your cheek in his much smaller hands with a smile "Thank you (Y/n), my love, for staying and loving the real Takami Keigo."

It was silent for a while until you burried your face on his little chest as he chuckled.

"You're crying babe?"

"N-no.. is just something on my eye." You sniffled as he petted your head.

"Right, so what is in your eye?"

"TEARS YOU JERK! OKAY?! HAPPY?!" you laughed when he laughed at your response.

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Hee groaned, but this time he rubbed his hand on your thigh with his hand.. sighing in bliss at your warmth until he forced his eyes open.

The sun lights were bothering you on your sleep and in a common act and without thinking he covered you with his gigantic red wing and returned to bury his face on your head.

... WAIT A SECOND-!

He sitted up with wide eyes, staring at his hands. Which returned back to normal with scars and all as he chucked. Suck that hero commision, it took FIVE DAYS not seven.

You grumbled and asked him on your sleepy state to him what was happening as he crawled on top of you and kissed you passionate, ignoring your yelps of shock and surprise. He needed that kiss let him have the kiss

"Keigo!" You breathed out in shock amd glee at seing him back as he chuckled and pressed more than one hundred kissed on your lips, cheeks and neck. You both panted as Keigo looked down at you with adoration as you cupped his cheek, lovingly how he nuzzled on it searching for your touch even more.

"We so we have two days still on your break birdbrain? What you want to do?" He hummed with eyes closed before going down to kiss your neck and gently suck on your earlobe.

"Maybe catch up on what we planned on the start?" He rotted his hips against yours as you gasped at feeling he was well awake in more ways than one.

"Horny bird.." you whispered teasingly to him as he got up on his elbows to look at you, giving a simple gentle kiss as your hands went into his head to welcome his tongue to twirl against your own.

"Your horny bird." He mumbled between the kisses as you nodded eargly "and you are my baby bird. Mine and mine alone."

[darklymelanatedstories]

Oh shxt I forgot!! (ft Vegeta&Bulma)

"So what do you think, sir?"

Vegeta gave a small smile and a nod. "It's perfect." He took one more glance at it before covering it up. Vegeta had been planning this for a while. He wanted this to be the best no threatening surprise she'd have that year.

After he's quick check up on his surprise he headed home. When he entered he was greeted by silence, so he assumed all the lazy bums he loved were still asleep. Not that it really mattered. It was 5am anyway. He crept into the room him and Bulma shared and couldn't help but smile when he saw her peacefully resting with drool running down her chin and messy hair and all. How could he love so many perfect imperfections.

Although Bulma wasn't much of an early bird, he did know that sleep was important to the woman so he decided to let her be.

"Hmm, she's been working hard yesterday on her projects and improving the gravity chamber.",Vegeta thought. "Just as well."

Vegeta moved her hair away then kissed her forehead before going down to the kitchen. He tried making her breakfast but ended up with a messy kitchen and broken eggs. Now he had to remind Bulma to buy eggs again. He was sure he made such a noise that he woke the whole neighborhood.

Trunks walked into the room and gave his father puzzled a look.

"Dad..?"

"Don't!",Vegeta exclaimed. Trunks raised his hands up slowly and backed away. Not wanting to be there during his father's frustration.

"Wait boy.",he said. Trunks immediately stopped. "Yes dad?"

"Clean this place up before you mother sees.",Vegeta ordered as he turned to leave. "I'll owe you one."

"Too late." The two jumped at the sudden voice. Vegeta slowly turned towards his wife.

"What the hell happened here?",Bulma questioned as her eyes scanned her ruined kitchen.

"Uh, you see. I was just trying to make you breakfast.",Vegeta explained, a bit embarrassed at his predicament. Bulma looked shocked, her eyes widened. "Really? That's so unlike you." She crossed her arms and raised her brow. "What are you up to? What's the occasion?"

Vegeta furrowed his eyebrows. "You would know. It's a special day today."

Bulma looked like she was even more confused. "What are you talking about?"

"You really don't remember do you?",Vegeta's expression contorted to slight anger. "I can't believe you. After I actually made an effort this time."

"Vegeta." Bulma carefully approached him and attempted to rest her hand on his shoulder. He immediately shrugged her off.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine!",he yelled and stomped out.

"What's he so mad about? He's the one that wrecked my kitchen."

Trunks held his chin and thought. He knew there was something special about today.

"Isn't today your anniversary thing?"

Bulma gasped as she realised. How could she forget? And how did Vegeta remember?

"Oh shxt I forgot!!",she muttered then quickly cupped her hands over her mouth as soon as she remembered that Trunks was in the room.

"Don't worry mom. I've heard that word before.",he assured her.

"What!?"

"Nothing.",Trunks quickly walked out of the room. "I think I hear Bulla crying. I better check on her."

Bulma groaned. "Oh, how could I forget our anniversary? I always bug Vegeta about it."

~

"You forgot your anniversary!?" Chi Chi stared at Bulma with shock. "It's not like you." But what shocked her more was the fact that Vegeta even tried cooking.

"Yeah, I was so busy with my current machines that I forgot completely."

Goku walked into the room, he actually heard enough of their conversation to know what was going on.

"Why don't you just say you were pretending to forget to surprise him?" The two woman stared at Goku like he was crazy.

"That's not a bad idea, Goku."

"Yeah. I've used that a bunch of ti–"he stopped as soon as Chi Chi sent him a glare. "I guess I'm just full of good ideas."

"Anyway gotta go. Bye Chi Chi, Bulma.",Goku said as he rushed out of the house.

"Grrr. Goku!" Chi Chi groaned then turned to her blue haired friend. Bulma got up excitedly, hitting her fist into her palm as a plan formed in her genius head.

"I got it!"

"You're seriously gonna do it?"

"Well maybe...but I'm thinking of getting him a large buffet of food. You know how these Saiyans love to eat."

"I guess. But just hope it's better than Vegeta's gift so he won't be too mad."

"I always give the best gifts."

~

"Hey Vegeta." Goku said as he descended next to the Saiyan prince.

"What do you want Kakarot?"

"Happy anniversary." He opened his arms attempting to hug Vegeta but he ended up with a hand on the face pushing him back onto the ground.

"Doesn't feel happy.",he grumbled. "How could she forget. After all my planning."

"Wow. What did you plan?"

"None of your business!"

Goku gave him a sheepish smile as he crossed his legs and scratched the back of his head. They sat in silence for a while as Goku looked up at the sky.

"Well anyway. I say you should still go ahead with it. I mean think of all the times she did amazing things for you. I bet she'd really appreciate this."

Vegeta just grunted. Goku took that as a bit of a sign and got up to leave.

"Well that's all I wanted to say. I better get going. I promised Piccolo I'd train with him."

And with that Goku took off. Vegeta thought for a moment about what he said.

"Not a bad idea."

~

The sun just started setting and Vegeta waited outside in his maroon suit that he didn't really like wearing but it was a special day and it did make him look good.

He had told Goku to bring her around and was getting impatient. What was taking so long?

~

"Goku. I have to get everything ready."

Goku tilted his head. "What exactly are you doing? Planning a party?",he said as he watched people take food and party supplies out of a bunch of vans. "Because you know Vegeta's not a huge fan of those." He chuckled.

Bulma hung her head. "Ugh, I know. I've been so stressed that I'm not even thinking clearly."

"How bout you just bring the food in and come with me?"

"Fine." Bulma told the workers to put everything back except the food. Once that was done, Goku scooped her up and took her where he agreed to meet Vegeta.

~

The sun had set and finally the two have arrived.

"About time.",Vegeta mumbled.

Goku let Bulma down and took off, leaving the two.

"Vegeta look I–"

She was cut off when Vegeta placed his finger on her lips then lifted up her chin. This was the first time she actually saw him properly or her surroundings.

"Nice suit.",she said. Looking around with awe she couldn't help the feelings of excitement and love clearly showing in her body language.

She was in her garden which was beautifully decorated. The lights placed around the flowers lit it up beautifully, even making the pond sparkle. There were fireflies bringing another mix of light into the jars they were jailed in. It reminded Bulma of when she'd go camping with her sister and father.

"Wow." Without saying another word, or any word since she got there, he took her hand and led her to the gazebo in the middle of the garden.

There was some of Bulma's favourite foods and a large bottle of her favourite champagne in a silver bucket of ice.

What drew her attention was the object concealed under a white tarp.

"Vegeta–"

"Before you say anything.",he walked up to the objects. "I know I shouldn't have gotten angry this morning and that you've been stressed out lately. I'm sorry."

"It's fine Vegeta."

He took hold of the tarp. "I also hate doing this sappy stuff so..." He dramatically pulled it off. "Happy anniversary, my love."

Bulma was left speechless. She got closer and Vegeta watched with a smile on her face.

"What do you think?",he asked but he knew she loved it.

"I had it done by that artist you love so much."

In front of Bulma was a beautiful painting of her and Vegeta on their wedding day.

She trapped Vegeta in an embrace and he wrapped his arms around her waist as he pulled her closer.

"I love you."

"Love you too.",he mumbled.

He pulled out of the hug and pulled out a chair for her in the gazebo.

He looked at the amount of food he had prepared for tonight and frowned.

"There's no way this is satisfying me. Damn, now I'm starving for the woman",he thought. He's hunger must've shown on his face because Bulma gave him a knowing look and winked.

"Oh I got that covered." She took her phone out and dialled a number.

"Bring it in guys."

In a matter of seconds people were bringing so much food that there wasn't any space on the table.

Soon Vegeta was stuffing his face.

"Have I told you lately how much I love you?",he said in between chews.

Bulma giggled then looked over at her paintings.

"Yeah, you even showed me."

Art by @lem0uro

Check her out ppl. She's amazing.

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[ketsuyuki-hibana-typed]

Ever since I know the fact that Sanemi seriously drunk on that respect women juice, I become deeply fall in love onto his character.

Also, I really respect to women who patiently carrying other life inside their bellies. I loved it when women get the attention they needed when they are pregnant. Patients hubby! Patients!

Shinazugawa Sanemi x Pregnant!Reader

(Warning: NSFWish; Sex Mention)

Sanemi has just came home in the morning after night mission when he heard rattling and choking sound from the bathroom.

He rushed to the bathroom, grabbing his sword in case it's a demon who attacked you.

It's not, he found you holding your body into the sink while panting. You covered your mouth, keeping the urge to vomit.

"(y/n)!"

"Sane- mi- It's okay, I'm just di-" Your voice was cut of with another vomits.

Sanemi was panicked, without thinking twice, he ran to bedroom, snatching his other big white haori and came back to you.

He wrapped you in his haori, carrying you out to Butterfly Estate.

"Hang on!"

When he arrived, the medic staff immediately took you off from him or else, he wouldn't stop shouting to them.

"Wind Pillar, your wife is in good hand now, let us take care of your wounds first. You've just came back from mission."

"Until I got good news from my wife, I'm not going anywhere."

"We know, but-"

"Shinazugawa-san." Shinobu took the lead, signing them to leave both of you. They nodded. "Your wife is in good condition, the symptoms are all natural."

"Symptoms? Natural?"

"Please prepare yourself because you'll become a father soon." Shinobu smiled and left, going back to your ward.

"I'm- a father?"

Shinobu escorted you out from the ward. But, she's not telling you that you're pregnant.

So when you discovered Sanemi on his knees, you immediately become confused and looked back at Shinobu.

She let out brightest smile and tapped your shoulder. "Take care the baby inside your belly, ok? Don't forget to consult here, twice a month. I'll leave you two alone."

You stumbled upon hearing that, before trembling and looked at your husband.

Sanemi suddenly stood up, and hugged you. You just realized that he's crying, his tears were dropping on your shoulder.

"I'm glad nothing happened to you."

"Sanemi, I'm pregnant." You whispered softly right at his ear. "I'm pregnant."

"I know." He tightened his hug.

When the news spreads amongst the Demon Slayer Corps, they all were in shock especially the Pillars.

Sanemi told them that both of you hasn't plan on having a child after married, not until both of you retired.

"Shinazugawa, do you have some sort of breeding kink or-"

"Talk again and I'll make sure to cut that tongue off from your mouth, Uzui."

Sanemi promised he will be a good husband, promised that what happened to his mother and his siblings will never happen to you.

He didn't want to be like his father. His mind was still fresh when he saw his father beated his mom, even when she still carrying Genya inside her womb.

No, not gonna happen to you.

When he's about to went out for mission, he will give you long lecture on how you should rest and didn't do anything stupid while he gone.

"Don't forget to eat. Don't walk around too much. No training, let those kids train by themselves. Call Shinobu if you need something, also.... probably Genya. Just call him."

"It's first trisemester, Sanemi. I'm sure I'll be fine."

"First trisemester is the most critical state." He kissed you on your temple. "I don't want anything happen to you and the baby."

But it's not you if it's not stubborn. You continued to train your students, quietly accepting mission when he was out.

And it affects to your second semester.

It all started when you casually doing chores and suddenly collapsed. You're lucky because your husband was nearby and was in time to caught you before you hit the ground.

"Did... Did you do heavy activities like jumping?"

"Um, I-" You hesitantly looked at your husband, and turned again to Shinobu's face. It's too late to lie now. "Yes, yes I did."

The Insect Pillar lets out long sighs and said, "You shouldn't do that. It's fortunate that your action, whatever it is, didn't result with miscarriage. I want you to be careful from now on. Collapsing might be continued, so please take care of your body."

Sanemi must be so disappointed. You silently walked behind him on the way on your home.

"What do you want? I'll cook for you."

"E- Eh?" You blinked in disbelief. "You- You're not ang- oww!"

"Of course I am!" He pinched both of your cheek, irk mark slowly appeared from his forehead. "But... Half of them is my fault though..."

You grabbed his hand, tilting your head. "No? It's not?"

"I left you when you needed me the most." He sighed and put his palm on your head. "I should be here with you, not going on mission. I understand it's hard." You unconsciously patted his chest, feeling more guilty for making him worry.

Sanemi wasn't so clueless. He knew how to handle pregnant woman from his experience taking care of his mother.

Ever since Sanemi knew you were gone for short mission while he went out for mission too, he ordered Genya to monitor you.

Genya didn't mind, not a little bit. He gradually checked you, escorted you to Butterfly Estate, and always stood by your side whenever you need him

"Genya, thank you so much for your help." You sat down on the engawa, he borrowed your kitchen and make teas.

"It's okay. I was so happy when Aniki told me to take care of you. Well, although his tone was more like ordering than asking, but I know his intent is good." Genya joined you, slowly pouring the tea into your cup.

"I'm so sorry. I will scold him when he came back home."

"Ane-san." He flashed his bright smile. "You were the one who make us being 'a siblings' once again. This is how I thanked you."

You gently placed your hand on your stomach, while looking at him. "The baby was excited after you said that." He chuckled.

"I hope you're always healthy, Ane-san. Aniki really loves you."

Sanemi might be not that kind but he always listened to your carvings.

Even though it's weird ones.

"Mitarashi dango but with miso soup." "Baked snack but I just want the head."

"What the hell is that." But he will make extra effort for it, making sure that it's edible for your mouth.

"Sanemi, your crow looks good too."

"WHAT, NO-"

Or-

"Sanemi, I don't know why but I just wanted to smack you right now."

"With lips, su-"

"No, with-" *SLAP* "My hands."

"WHAT THE- HEY STOP, YOU'RE ABUSING FUTURE FATHER!"

Sometimes, it's all about mood swings.

"Hey, I'll go to run groceries. What do you want."

"Nothing."

"Why are you suddenly become shy like this? You usually shout to me to buy you oden at 3 fuxking a.m."

"Shush, language."

He didn't know both of you still could have sex until Shinobu told him even though you're pregnant, but Sanemi isn't risking it. For this 9 months or more, he'll be patient. Your health and happiness are his priority.

"I was thinking about second child."

"No, we won't talk about it until you deliver the baby safely."

"You're right." You pouted and slammed your head at his arm. "I wonder if my stomach will stretch, leaving marks here and there on my hip area. Maybe, when we had sex, the mood will suddenly turn off because-"

"Well, I never said that I'm not into scar or marks." Sanemi turned his head, smirking. Your face reddened, your hand playfully smacked his head.

"Pervert." Suddenly, you felt your baby 'trying' to break free.

You guided his hand. Sanemi fidgeted, slowly touched your big belly. He could feel small bulge kicking his palm. He became excited, and put his ear on your stomach.

The beats, he could sense it. The baby will be fine.

"We will raise the baby, together."

Sanemi really hoped everything going smooth when you finally stepped on the last semester.

He worked hard on everything, providing your food, extra small futon, the clothes, checking you up gradually and else.

But not all things are according to his plans.

Oyakata-sama suddenly gave you and Sanemi a mission.

"I'm afraid that my wife will have trouble to move anywhere and will detain this mission."

"I want her to rest too, Sanemi. I know it's hard to bring the baby, but I don't have any choice. (y/n)'s ability is the only hope to solve this problem."

Can't they wait until his wife safely giving birth?

Of course not.

With one heavy sighs, he finally accepted Oyakata's request. When he told you about the details, you said that he didn't need to worry.

The mission completed without a single stretch landed on your body because he really protected you.

But, you suddenly sat down on the ground, holding your stomach, panting heavily

"Sa- Sanemi. I-" He looked at you in horror. Blood started to gushing out down there. He quickly carried you out from the forest, took you to the nearest town that hopefully has doctor or better, maternity clinic.

Luckily, he found one. He rushed inside and told everything about your condition to anyone who in charge. His voice still sounded panicking but he managed to compose himself. The staffs said that he could wait outside and quickly took lead of your body.

Sanemi sat down on the engawa with mixed feelings. He prepared for the best, and the worst. He gripped his sword, feeling more than ready to slash anything who disturbed his wife.

But he can't concentrate.

It's strange place, strange people he didn't familiar with. If he could be so honest, he didn't want you to deliver your baby here. He can't completely trust them to take care of you, he want you to safely giving birth in Butterfly Estate because at least, he knew you're in good hand.

He heard you screaming and groaning in pain, he had to stay calm and regained his sanity to stay focus. If he wants, he wanted to hold your hands and encouraging you, telling that everything will be fine. But he can't just barge in, you needed him to be your guard in case something bad happens.

And those anxieties were suddenly gone when he heard cries of a baby.

He ran inside, still gripping his sword. He saw his baby, both of your baby.

"Congratulations, Shinazugawa-san. It's a boy!!" One of the staffs was handing him his baby. He dropped his sword, tremblingly embrace his child onto his chest.

But his happiness quickly distracted when he can't find you anywhere in this room.

"Where is my-"

"Doc! We need your help, her body temperature rapidly decreased!!"

His heart skipped a beat. He tightened his grip on his son.

"Shinazugawa-san-"

"WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO MY WIFE?!"

"Please calm down. I promised I'll save her. Your baby needed skin contact, please keep him warm."

"I WILL-"

"No, please stay here. Keep the skin contact with your baby, I'll be back soon." The doctor ran back to another room, shutting the door behind him.

Sanemi was alone in that room, with his son in his embrace, still crying. He kissed his temple, wrapping the fabric around him to make him more warm.

He sat down, sagged his back on the wall.

Busy to mumbling prayers on his baby's ears while crying.

..........

It was 3 months ago, now you're in the house, carrying your baby while sitting down on the futon.

Sanemi peeked up from the bedroom door, you nodded, signed him 'It's okay, he's sleeping now.'

"How's your body." He kissed your forehead, his fingers slowly rubbed circle on his son's cheek. The child quirked a soft smile, still sleeping peacefully.

"I'm all good. Thanks to Shinobu. If she didn't come that night, maybe I will not-"

"Gaaa!! Hehe!"

Both of you suddenly heard happy gurgling down there. The child woke up. Sanemi looked at you, feeling a little guilty because his voice woke him up after you finally made him sleep. You just chuckled and kissed your baby.

Sanemi's fingers traveled around his son's, wiggling them while smiling. His child's laugh echoed thorough the room, heard like angel's symphony to him.

He hugged you along with his baby.

"Sanemi?"

This is his treasure and happiness now. He will never lose it, he will never give up on raising his child, - or maybe soon, children -, he will always protect his little family, his own pearl.

"Thank you for everything you bring to my life."

[shi-daisy]

Snowed In

Well this it folks, my last Ulquihime Week entry for this year. As always it's been a joy to participate and see everything that all of the other users have created, and that those who host the event take such care to plan our ship week. I had a blast and I'm looking forward to doing this again next year. Till then however, let's all keep on making content for our otp!

Ok so onto the story, today's theme is Winter/Warmth and I really didn't know what to do, until I remembered I have a whole AU I could use and stuck with that. For those who haven't read my entries from previous years the Reunion AU basically had Ulquiorra and Orihime meet again after a few years, Orihime ran off from her wedding with Ichigo and Ulquiorra is now human(along with the other Arrancar). At this point in the time the two have been dating for a month. Hope you like!

@ulquihimeweek

Ulquihime Week- Day 6: Winter/Warmth

Snowed In

"For the last time Tia, I'll ask her but that dosen't mean she'll say yes." Ulquiorra repeated over the phone for what felt like the hundredth time that day.

His friends had all told him to invite Orihime over for Christmas dinner, and while he wasn't too keen on the holiday he knew his woman was. This would be the first time he would be asking her to spend an event with him and his 'family' and while he might deny it, Ulquiorra was nervous.

"Schiffer, of course she'll say yes. That girl is quite taken with you."

"I'd like to think so, but still, don't be disappointed if she declines."

"Yes, yes, I am ready to accept a negative answer. Still, I wanted some civilized company this year."

He could tell she directed her angry tone at Nnoitra. From over the phone Ulquiorra could hear them bickering.

"If ya don't want me to eat the cookies. Don't leave em on the table!"

"Those were freshly baked! How are you not burned?!"

"Cuz I still have Arrancar-like skin."

"Fool! Your hands are red! I have to go Ulquiorra. Our gigantic toddler has injured himself again."

"No surprise there. I shall see you later."

He arrived at the cafe soon after his call ended, yet he knew things weren't right. Orihime usually waited for him outside, but despite the closed sign in the door, she was nowhere to be seen. Ulquiorra rushed into the cafe, immediately upon entering he heard a loud noise.

"I know language was never your best subject but I think the sign on the door was pretty easy to read Kurosaki!"

"Inoue, just let me explain everything."

"I told you to fuck off!" Orihime angrily took off her arpon and walked away. Ulquiorra headed towards her. The second she saw him, her anger subsided.

He dared to look at Kurosaki. The redhead was no longer the headstrong teen he had met six years ago. His hair was shorter, and while he's grown taller, Ulquiorra thought he looked less intimidating.

"How- How are you here? You died."

"I got better." Ulquiorra answered sarcastically. "Now, I believe you heard the woman. She's not interested in speaking to you."

Ichigo didn't seem keen on backing down, his surprised stare turned into a glare. "You don't get to decide for her anymore, Ulquiorra."

"Oh just shut up already, Ichigo! I don't owe you shit! Tatsuki picked up my stuff a while ago, I've kept away from you and your kin, and paid back what I owed to you father. Aside from those unresolved matters we have nothing else to talk about!"

"I think leaving one's own wedding and then vanishing for two months is something to talk about! You never gave me an explanation for that."

He'd never seen Orihime so enraged, her pale face turned red and she was clenching her fist so hard her arms shook. "You want an explanation?! Fine! I left because just as I was going to get Kenpachi-san to walk me to the altar, I found you and Kuchiki-San! Then you kissed her! When we were young I thought you were in love with her, but since you proposed to me and made me feel as if I was the one you wanted, my worries faded. Imagine how I felt at that moment! I gave up NASA for you, scholarships, internships, my own damn college ambitions all went down the drain! All because I wanted to be with you, and look where the fuck that got me!

So there's your bloody explanation! Now scram!"

There was a small moment of silence before Kurosaki left. The second he was out the door, Ulquiorra hugged Orihime close. "Let it out."

Orihime didn't want to cry over it anymore, but her body betrayed her. She shook as she cried, her sobs echoed in the small cafe and the only solace she could find was the warmth Ulquiorra's hug provided.

As he held onto her, Ulquiorra checked an alert on his phone. There was a snow storm coming to Naruki.

"Woman, it's likely we won't be able to reach your apartment in time. Would you like to accompany me home?"

Orihime stopped crying after hearing that. "Yes. I'd love to go with you."

"Good, I've sent a message to Szayel, he should be coming to pick us up before the storm gets worse."

"Okay."

Orihime stared at Ulquiorra's face for a moment. When she first saw him again after all these years he looked just as he did the day he turned to ash under her touch. Now, he seemed so different. His hair was longer and styled, he often wore leather and dark make up, and even facial jewelery. She also noticed he began doing those things when the two began dating. Maybe it was an effort to become more human like for her.

"Ulqui, are you sure it's okay for me to come home with you? I don't want to bother the others."

"It's no bother, they were all hoping to see you again." Ulquiorra cleared his throat, as he often did when he was nervous. "Actually they were insistent that I brought you home for Christmas celebrations next week."

She blushed. "Really? I'd love to go! Spending Christmas alone is not much fun. I would be happy to spend it with your family."

He sighed in relief. "I'm glad."

"You sound nervous, did you think I'd decline?"

"Well, yes. But that's not why I was nerveous. It's just the others can be quite a handful. I don't want them to overwhelm you."

"I'll be fine, I love hyper groups of people. Besides you and I can have some alone time later."

"That I won't mind."

Szayel arrived at the cafe slightly later than expected. The sky was already darkening, and the road was icy. He drove slowly but made sure to calculate the time properly.

"Inoue-san, I hope you don't mind, Halibel has prepared a room for you, along with clothes. It's likely the snowstorm will keep you from going home tonight, perhaps even longer."

"That's fine. Thanks for telling me Szayel. I'll be sure to not cause any trouble."

"Oh sweetie it's no trouble at all, we are all looking forward to having you around. Ulquiorra has told us so much about you!"

Ulquiorra, Who had been dozing off in the front seat, was now wide awake and glaring at Szayel.

Orihime laughed at the scene before her. "Does he? What has he told you?"

"That he enjoys speaking to you, and that you have a lovely aura, and that you look very pretty in a sundress."

By now Ulquiorra was a blushing mess, he hid his face under the hoodie of his coat, but Orihime has already seen it. She smiled and blew a kiss in his direction. "Well I think he looks good in black clothes."

Ulquiorra caught the hint. Black was what he always wore, meaning Orihime always found him to be cute. He smiled, this time without covering his blush.

***

Her arrival had been met with hugs, greetings, an enthusiastic snuggle from the family's pet.

"Kukkapuro's no stranger to cuddling new people. He won't leave you alone for the rest of the night." Stark drowsily told her as he tried to get Kukkapuro to move. The hollow puppy ignored him.

"That's okay, Stark-san. I don't mind."

The sleepy man nodded and went back to his favorite spot, on the lap of his boyfriend. Szayel rolled his eyes and let him sleep.

She smiled at the scene, it reminded her of the times she'd act overly affectionate and Ulquiorra would be either unimpressed or dead quiet. Strangely enough she didn't mind.

"Orihime! Can you come to the kitchen? I need your help!"

She followed Halibel's voice to the kitchen. The older women had baked a new batch of cookies and wanted her opinion.

"You're the star baker after all." She told her.

The woman's tone was so sweet Orihime couldn't bear to tell her she hadn't finished culinary school.

She took a bite, savoring the sweet yet salty ginger cookie. "These are great! You're an incredible baker, Halibel-san."

"Thank you, it means a lot coming from a professional. There is something I'd like your help with."

"Anything."

***

"Are you going to chose a movie already?!"

Ulquiorra glared at Nnoitra, who had probably been banned from the kitchen.

"I am not choosing anything until the girls come back with the food. Have some patience Jiruga!"

"I am plenty patient!"

"I agree with Ulquiorra, you have a short fuse. Now be quiet." Szayel snapped.

"Tch. If I'd know you were going to be so moody I would've spent the week with Tesla and Cyan."

"Tesla might've been your fracción but I think even he knows you shouldn't be around a newborn." Stark mumbled in his drowsy state.

Ulquiorra chuckled, as he remembered the little bundle Cyan had given birth to a week ago. He didn't consider himself the baby type but that had been disproven the moment he was allowed to carry the tiny child.

"Maybe you and Inoue will produce a cute baby one day."

Ulquiorra almost fell off the sofa. "Nnoitra if you don't shut up I will disembowel you!"

Szayel shushed them both and pointed down to a sleeping Stark, but by then it was too late. The pair began bickering and Kukkapuro howled along.

***

"See? It's always like this. Can't get some quiet until bedtime."

"Don't worry. This'll warm them up!"

The girls walked out of the kitchen with cookies and hot chocolate. "Settle down! We're here with the treats! Ulquiorra you can pick a movie if you'd like."

He nodded and began browsing. Orihime gave everyone a cup of chocolate and cookies. Once her boyfriend had picked a movie, she sat down with him and their treats.

It didn't take long for the others to fall asleep. According to Ulquiorra this was a common occurrence. 'They'll be asleep before the second act ends.'

The couple was snuggling together covered by a thick blanket, they had finished their sweets and once the movie ended they would be going to bed.

"Hey Ulqui."

"Yes, love?"

"Thanks for tonight. I don't know how badly things would've gotten if I hadn't come with you."

Seeing Ichigo had soured her day greatly, and walking home alone in the freezing cold to cry herself to sleep would've been twice as hellish. Thankfully her boyfriend was there to dry her tears and make her smile again.

"You're welcome woman. I shall always be here for you, so whenever you feel like the world is falling apart remember to lean on me. It is now my eternal duty to keep you smiling."

She giggled and nuzzled close to him. "Thanks Ulqui. You're really sweet." The beating of his heart was lulling her to sleep, but Orihime resisted, she wanted to see the end of the movie. "I have to repay you one day for all the kindness you've given me. Feels like I'm only taking."

"No, you're mistaken. It is I who's repaying a debt to you. Back when I was a hollow you brought joy into my life again, and since then I've thought that one lifetime won't be enough to repay you."

"Then you better be with me in every other lifetime."

He wouldn't refuse such a request. Ulquiorra looked down at Orihime, their gazes met and he knew this was the perfect moment to do as he had planned for so long. He leaned down to press his lips against hers, a soft kiss which caused them both to blush. They both tasted of chocolate and ginger cookies, still it was perfect.

"I love you." He whispered only for her.

Orihime caressed his cheek and smiled. "I love you too."

They stayed like that for the rest of the night, tangled in a warm embrace as the snow continued to fall outside.

[terrm9]

CHAPTER 1: The Night

Note: I have started to write this fic back in the summer when I had no idea when the OHSY would be back and it's set after chapter 9, but the storyline is totally different from what Pixelberry gave us (finally). Also, English is my second language, so please forgive me my mistakes

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/25804261/chapters/62678740

It's been two weeks since senator Farrugia decided to get his treatment in Edenbrook, and after all those days and hours spent over the books and journals and test results, all the members of the diagnostics team agreed that it indeed was a mystery illness.

It's also been two weeks since Ethan kissed Chiara at Mass Kenmore and even more since he kissed her outside his apartment, not to cover their actions in someone else's office, but because he truly and honestly wanted to. More than two weeks since he promised to talk about them and the talk was still yet to happen. She only brought it up once, while eating the chicken he brought her to work, but he stopped her, saying that the talk needed to happen outside the hospital when they are alone and with nothing disturbing them. So she waited and waited and the situation never came.

Her shift ended two hours ago, but she still found herself sitting in the diagnostics office with Ethan, reading journals and trying to find even the slightest clue about what is wrong with senator. Ethan, sitting at his desk, couldn't help but stare at her, trying to push himself to do it, to talk to her. He wanted to get this talk done every day, yet he waited for the right place and the right time and the right circumstances. He knew very well that it would be uneasy and uncomfortable talk, that it would be raw and full of emotions. He was scared. He was scared of what he was going to do, scared of his emotions and scared of being so vulnerable around her. But it needed to be done. He knew that there would never be the right time nor place nor situation to do something like that. So he took deep breath and spoke.

"Chiara?"

She looked at him from the round table and raised her eyebrow: "Hm? You found something?"

"No. Maybe some more test we can run, but I hardly believe it will actually help. It's..."

"Freaking impossible case. I know. Hey Ethan, there's this thing. All of my friends are going to a concert outside the city today, since it's our day off tomorrow and Rafael is leaving city in few days. It's kind of goodbye concert for him. So, since my shift is officially over, would it be okay if I left you here and go with them?"

He felt his heart skipping a beat. He couldn't pull her into the talk now. So instead he said: "Jesus Chiara, of course. You shouldn't even ask. You don't have to be here and you definitely should have some fun with friends. Go and enjoy your night."

"Really? I know this case is important."

"So are friends. Just go already."

"Thanks, Ethan. I'll come tomorrow, promise."

"It's your day off. Just rest. The hospital is not your only obligation."

"I know, I'll just stop by to see the test results."

She grabbed her stuff and walked to the door, where she looked over her shoulder.

"Bye, Ethan."

"Enjoy the night, Chiara. See you tomorrow then?"

"Sure thing," she grinned, "you'll only get rid of me when I am dead."

She left, her words hanging in the air with Ethan for a little longer, until he started to read article about senator's last journey abroad, hoping that something would catch his eye.

It was 3 A.M. and Ethan found himself sitting behind his desk, still going through the articles and blood test results and all the possibilities. He was tired, but not tired enough to sleep peacefully, so he decided to stay in the hospital through the night. As he was considering making another cup of coffee, urgent knocking at his door disturbed the silence of a night.

"Come in," he called.

It was Zaid Mirani standing in the door, his usually annoyed expression showing signs of shock.

"What is it, Mirani?"

"There was a car crash, four people were brought here..."

"Do you need my help? I am positive surgeons are ready to take care of it. Or do you need me to call Dr. Emery? I know she is taking few days off"

"No, it's not that, Dr. Emery is already here. It's just that... well... three of the involved are Edenbrook's junior residents."

The air left Ethan's lungs at those word, his vision going black for three seconds.

"Where are they now?" he asked, his voice thin and quiet. He felt as if he was choking.

"E.R.," Zaid responded and with that, Ethan started to run through the corridors, down the stairs, he ran all the way to the emergency room. As he came in, he saw Dr. Trinh getting cast on her - apparently broken - leg, surrounded by Dr. Varma, whose face was bloody and bruised and Rafael Aveiro, who was holding Sienna's hand. Dr. Delarosa was examinating Jackie's face and listening to Sienna's shaking voice, as she tried to tell her what happened. Jackie Varma was staring at one point on the wall, her expression blank. As Ethan approached them, he wanted to ask, he needed to know if Chiara was with them, if she is okay. But Sienna was talking and he didn't want to interrupt, so he just sat across Rafael and listened.

"...and the three of us were sitting in the backseats, we wanted to watch some stupid video together on the way home. And suddenly, I don't know how....I can't remember it very clear, just that the crash was so loud and the car moved to the side of the road and then... I am so sorry..." she tried to continue but tears kept running down her face. Rafael squeezed her hand softly and she started to talk again, "I felt sharp pain in my leg but I could think straight, so I started to look around and I saw that Jackie has glass all over her hair and face, but she was able to get out of the car and she grabbed Keiki with her... Keiki just kept saying that her head and neck hurt so much. At this point Rafael approached me and pulled me out of the car..."

"We were in the car right behind them. Me, Bryce and Elijah, so we were the first to come there," Rafael explained his immediate presence on the scene.

"Yeah right," Sienna sobbed, "and Elijah called 911 and I... I.... I'm sorry... I was so relieved that we are okay... and then... I can't" she started to cry loudly.

Ethan couldn't wait any longer.

"What about Dr. Ray? Was Chiara with you? Why are you not talking about her? Is she okay? Where is Chiara Ray?" he demanded.

But Sienna couldn't stop crying and Rafael just closed his eyes, as if trying to forget something painful. It was Dr. Varma that broke the silence, without looking at anyone, still staring at that one point on the wall, her voice flat as she spoke.

"She is probably dead."

[parkerpeter24]

Chocolates And Crushes ~ Peter Parker🌟💕

Part-3 of the Eight Days Of Valentine series

Warnings: fluff, a little angst but in a fluffy way.

This was the idea of @the-crazy-fanfictionist

He was sad most of the times, but so were you. He wasn't the Peter you knew. He was someone else but again so were you. You could've broken down, you could’ve done things to yourself, but one thing that you’ve learned from your father the best is to bottle up all your emotions, keep them in the darkest corner of your mind and focus on what the moment needs you to do.

Peter knew that you were a copy of your father. Except sometimes you would open up, you'd tell him all the things that were making you question yourself. And he'd help you in any way he can, be it by doing weird stuff or bringing chocolates for you.

You had a pact signed up for situations like these. A chocolate from the one who was at fault. Most of the time it had been Peter. He knew that you'd forgive him for anything with your favourite chocolate and a typical grin he flashed you rarely. Which made your heart race like a bullet train.

Sometime ago, if you had the courage to talk to him about your feelings, about how this was not about the chocolates only. If you were a little brave. There had been moments where it would've worked like a charm like the first time he got those chocolates for you.

You entered your hotel room, limping lightly because of the stupid robber. Sitting on your bed, you carefully slipped out of your suit. After having a long shower, you were again in your comfortable clothes and ready to fall on your comfortable bed.

As soon as you opened the door to your bedroom, you were met by the much familiar figure of Peter Parker crouching down beside your bed and holding open the first drawer of your bedside table. His eyes met yours and the drawer was closed in a nanosecond.

"Hey, creep. What're you doing here?" You asked nonchalantly. You weren't at all surprised at his presence. You knew that he would be here after what happened a while ago. But he was standing there like a deer caught in the headlights.

"I-I'm here to say that I'm sorry for what I said." He murmured. You sighed and crossed your arms over your chest. He stood there silently staring at the floor with a small frown on his face.

"Then say it." You demanded.

"W-what?"

"You're here to say sorry?" He nodded, gulping slightly at the tone of your voice, "Then say it."

"I'm really sorry. I shouldn't have said, what I said." He apologised. You softened a little and moved closer to him, "I should never have said that you're useless. It was just in the heat."

"It's okay. Now, what's in the drawer?" You asked, curiosity taking over you.

"It-it's nothing. Nothing." He nodded along. You moved towards the drawer with him hot on your trail.

"Chocolates?" You asked with a small smile on your face. He scratched the back of his neck as a tight lipped smile appeared on his face. He didn't know what you'd do. Maybe you'd laugh at him and tell him to improve his apolgising technique, "I love them." Was all you said as a carefree smile appeared on your face.

The next ten minutes were spent on the balcony of your room talking about school while eating the bunch of sweetness.

He was perched up on the railing, ready to go home as to not worry May when a sense of confidence perked up inside you, "Pete, I need to tell you something." He waited for you to say something as your mouth opened and closed again, "We left Ned at the party." You blinked, shutting your eyelids tightly.

"Oh, shit!" He cursed as the eyes on his suit grew wide, he pulled the mask completely down and shot you a final look, "I should go." He said and you nodded. In a moment he was gone and you were by yourself.

"So much for stupid crushes." You sighed.

Or the second time.

You sat in the restaurant for three hours. That was the limit. Enough with the weird glances, those filled with pity and empathy. Why do people care if he ditched you. You could feel anger coursing through your veins and you were sure that Brad Davis was going to get one from you on Monday.

You got up from the chair and pulled out your phone to call Happy. Walking out of the place you walked on the footpath. Suddenly, you heard someone clear their throat beside you and you looked to the side to see the spandex clad superhero and you placed a hand over your heart.

"You really are a creep." You said as your heartbeat fastened. Not only because he scared you but also because he was around you. It normally did.

"You look pretty." He complimented ignoring your question, "I thought you were on a date with-" He started but you cut him off.

"Brad Davis." You grumbled, "That boy is so dead."

"Hey, relax." He tried to calm you down, "Wanna go swinging?" He asked and you smiled, looking at him and vigorously nodded your head.

You wrapped your arms around his shoulder as he wrapped his around your waist. These were your favourite moments. No, you weren't a fan of heights but this was the closest you got to Peter, so why not.

He swung you to the Stark tower and to your room. You sighed as soon as you landed on the floor, this was all you'd get for sometime. Peter loved the way you would snuggle closer to him when both of you were in the sky. He would never let you fall and you knew, but he rarely offered to swing you to places because your suit had boosters which would let you fly. Now you wish you didn't have them.

"I would've never stood you up." Peter suddenly said, making you jerk your head up to look into his eyes. His mask was off now and he stood on your roof, slightly taller than you, "I love you." He said making your heart stop and your eyes grew wide.

"Y-you do?" You stuttered as soon as his arms wrapped around you in a warm hug.

"Yeah, you're my best friend!" He exclaimed. Let's be honest, that's the worst thing to hear from your crush after you get stood up by a stupid boy. You sighed, finally wrapping your arms around his back.

"I do too. I love you, Peter Parker." At least you got to say it.

But you could never do it. Was now a good time to say the things you should've said long ago? You didn't think so. You carefully wrapped the chocolates in the papers and placed them in the box.

You knocked on the door of the Parker's residence holding the box in one hand. May opened the door with a smile so wide that you couldn't help the smile that made its way to your face.

"Hey, (y/n)! Peter's in his room, packing. Did you pack already?" She asked and you nodded.

"I did, Pep helped me." You said, entering the house and walking towards Peter's room.

"I'll be in the living room if you need me." She told you before sitting back on the couch and flipping through her magazine.

You walked into the room since the door was open, Peter closed his suitcase as you entered the room, "Hey." He said, surprise written all over his face.

"Hi, Pete." You greeted, "How are you?"

"I'm better now." He shrugged, "Did you finish packing already?"

"Yeah." You said. There was a moment where both of you didn't know what to say and that had never happened before. The two of you always knew what to say to the other. Well, there's first time for everything.

"What's in the box?" He asked breaking the silence.

"Oh, yes. This is for you." You said and handed it over to him. "You see it after I leave, which might be any second now." You said, making him laugh for the first time in a very long time.

"You didn't change at all." He said, his eyes locking to yours.

"Neither did you." You replied, moving a little closer to him. He sighed, walking up to you and wrapping his arms around your waist. His heart clenched when he heard a chocked sob escape your mouth.

You parted from him to look at him, finally taking all his features in as he did the same to you, eyes lingering over your lips for a moment. You cupped his cheek with one of your hands as he pulled you closer until your foreheads were touching.

"I was scared that I'd never get to see you again." He whispered, feeling you come closer until you pecked his lips. "I love you." He said finally, before connecting your lips with his in a much needed kiss, the chocolate box long forgotten.

"Kids are you- Oh my god, I'm sorry." May squeaked as she saw what was going on. Honestly, she wanted this to happen, "You two, keep on doing what you were doing. I'll be ordering some pizza. Finally!" She clapped her hands as she danced back to the living room. You laughed at her childish behaviour.

"I love her more than you, is that okay?" You asked Peter, once again wrapping your arms around his waist. He wrapped his around your shoulders, resting his head in the crook of your neck.

"That's perfect, angel."

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[sumeshi-t]

✨ self-ship tag game ✨

PART 2 | IwaLee (here you go, discord)

sorry if it's corny/cheesy LMAO my brain empty i can't think of anything to make for iwa's birthday i'm such a dumbass. was also supposed to draw an nsfw-ish thing for this but ya girl is feelin’ out of it lately sjhfalhj

How we met:

okay let’s just say i’m smart enough to land myself a scholarship in socal since i’m taking physical therapy anyway

i feel like... we would meet in the library LMAO what asian nerds

maybe i’d end up bothering him with the way i’m murmuring anatomy stuff and talking to myself when studying

so he overhears me struggling to remember that one word and he’s gonna fucking answer for me like okay sorry bud i’m stupid

jk i won’t react like that i’d just be like, “yes!” and turn to look at whoever it was who answered and say thank you because i’m so immersed in my own bubble of “knowledge” and big brain

when i notice that he’s actually cute i’d be fucking red in the ears out of embarrassment when he tells me to tone my voice down lmao so i apologize for being a bother :(

actually says, “don’t mind” damnit his english do be cute. just two asian kids far from home with accents

it’s awkward, but i’d steal glances at what he’s studying. would probably get caught after a looong while, but it’s bc i’ll be blanking off, brain tired

“do you have anything you want to ask?” he’ll be dropping his pen over his notes leaning back and stretching, bending his neck, rolling his shoulders while waiting for my answer

“omg i’m so sorry, i didn’t mean to stare.” then i ask what his program is just bc he could be in one of my classes and i didnt know

anyway, turns out our schedules were pretty similar, we live in the same area/dorm, so like there’s always a chance for us to meet somehow

we wouldn’t give numbers to eo on that same day; like give it about two weeks of constantly bumping into eo before that happens

watch me share my highlighters with him, exchanging notes, passing some snacks beneath the table like its weed or sumn

from lib meetings to getting lunch together to being invited to watch his games (in freshman year i’d still go because i’d be less busier)

i would definitely use the honorifics on him, from “iwaizumi-san” gradually to “iwa-kun”; he won't admit that he likes it because it's a little piece of home

would convince to practice palpation with him because his body is a perfect example–

"wh-why don't you ask someone from your class?"

"i'm not that close with—are you blushing? omg you are!"

somehow i joke around, "i won't touch your dick," then i'd laugh at his reaction.

anyway, in return for using his body as a model, i have to sit through a godzilla marathon with him

the first time he sees me breakdown from the stress he's kinda flustered at first; but he's seen similar things with oikawa so he has a faint idea what to do. damn his hugs feel so warm, so safe

i'm quicker to open up to him, once i got comfortable; and reassurance that if he needed someone to talk to i'll also be there

basically a slow burn best friends to lovers kinda thing

ngl i'd be crushing on him by the time we're entering second year maybe? but because we're friends i always throw the thought away because i don't wanna ruin what we have

but da heart wants what it wants

it would take: the teasing of his buddies back at japan after seeing him post ig pics of us together (it was me who did it, i grabbed his phone); and, my own set of friends getting annoyed at me for always being in denial—all these just for us to finally come into terms with what we feel for eo

"i have something to tell you," we'll say to eo before we enter the lib ksksksk

"oh, you go first-" "no, you-"

it's awkward but i'll be the first to confess and he's 👁👁

"you... what?" "smh don't make me say it again, iwa. does this mean we're not friends anymore?"

"yeah"

"oh..."

"because i like you too. you... wanna go out with me?"

First date x type of dates:

study dates are automatically a thing for sure; we've upgraded from lib to cafe dates

since we're like, friends before this, potential stuff for first dates are already crossed out since we've kinda done them already???

so this issue was raised and his mind said, "then let's redo everything,"

the first thing we did outside campus was go on a foodtrip. because i was craving filo food, and he was craving jap food. and then i have this kinda habit that when i get to eat something delicious, i silently squeal or hum in my seat he finds that cute

the "first date" doesn't really have to be grand because we're like... close friends with feelings. so we don't have to try hard to please each other. everything just feels natural when we're together

anyway, we try out the food we didn't have before. he still prefers sinigang over adobo. he's still kinda amazed where i put all the food after eating a bowl of ramen that's good for two

he's gonna take a pic of me in that excited face i make when the food is placed before me and make it his wallpaper (homescreen) secretly

after that, we're just walking, me telling him about something i watched or nerd talk, then he slips his hand against mine, holding it and pulling me closer that it makes me shut up–so he laughs

"that's all it takes to get you quiet, babe?"

"w-what? also... did you just call me babe? because i didn't think i'd like it,"

"i know something you'll like," he stops walking, then, with his free hand he cups my face and pulls in for a kith kith 🥺👉🏻👈🏻

i am blushing when i tell him, "that your first kiss?"

"y-yeah, why?"

"same"

we were already walking and he swoops in for a quick peck again, "then that's the second,"

he says that with a little frown on his face, cheeks also flushed and ugh soft!lee—i lean my head against his arm because i'm too short to put it above his shoulder. but anyway i tell him, "didn't think you had it in you to be this soft for me,"

"sh-shut up"

it doesn't seem romantic because ✨it doesn't have to be when we're already happy✨

While we’re dating:

he saves all the selfies i send him; whether it's the meme-ish ones or just me feelin' good about myself he's got them saved

notebooks getting interchanged kskskss it's terrible because one minute i'm reading my notes about pharma, then i flip a page and i see stuff about sports science like–???

tho what makes it cute is that he has tiny scribbles on corners in hiragana or maybe kanji and some random zigzag lines over some words–a sign that he fell asleep with a pen in his hand

i have lots of caps (that are majority of my dad's but i like them all so i brought sum) and he just... gets one from behind my door (it's the same energy as the hoodies thing)

and i 🥺 bc he actually looks good in caps like??? sir that's illegal

ok but walks in the beach at sunset

also surfer!iwa???? mhhhh yes yes living the dream honestly

ofc volleyball is involved, he's kinda pleased i can play decently. it's either the gym or vb

he would force me to go to the gym smh "you're a PT aren't you? shouldn't you be moving around too?" i'm gonna grumble but the sight of his er, toned body before during and after exercising is the best reward

actually its a win-win, he likes how my butt is outlined by my jog pants and how for him, i still look good even if i'm sweaty all over

hehe we'd end up getting horny by the time we reach the dorms–you know the rest and afterwards:

"so, you'll go to the gym more often now?"

"if it ends up like this, i wouldn't mind,"

we teach eo our mother language! but only on our spare time. omg imagine him telling me "mahal na mahal kita"??? i'm??? or when he's chatting with oikawa (especially that one time he sent a selfie of him and ushijima) he uses tagalog swear words if he just wants to mess with his best friend

vidcalls with each other's fam—i mean, for my parents they know we've been always close, and like, it will be my grandma/dad who'd ask him, "when will you court my granddaughter/daughter?"

he got so nervous, he stuttered, "i'm... i'm courting her already,"

anyway they approve of him because he is smart^TM and a good man 🥺 because they know he has ambitions in life the same way that i do have my own goals i wanna achieve

meanwhile me, i'm gonna be so nervous trying to speak to his fam, but they're all so sweet so i tell him afterwards, "so that's where you get the softies,"

anyway since this is college we're talking about, every passing year, we both become busy, especially when internships come around

but when he can, he'll fetch me from the hospital with comfort food because he knows it's been a rough day and he wants to make sure i'm taking care of myself 🥺👉🏻👈🏻 lowkey i try to do the same for him because he deserves it; but he says it's okay and that i should be preserving my energy for my studies 😭

[gwynplaine89]

Paper hearts (A Fanfic)

Summary: You come home to a very sad Arthur but you always know how to make him smile.

Soft and sweet, no smut.

You hated Mondays. We all do. But it was more likely that you hated what Mondays represented, going back to routine and being away from Arthur for twelve hours a day. And just as you hated Mondays, you also hated Fridays, because on Fridays you worked longer hours at the diner and never came home before 10pm. It was the only day of the week that Arthur arrived at the apartment earlier than you did and even though he was very tired, he always waited up for you, usually watching the Murray Franklin Show. The other week days you liked to cook dinner together, it was something Arthur enjoyed. However, on Fridays you always left him something prepared so he could eat earlier and didn't need to wait until you came home. Today was one such Friday.

- Arthur!! I'm home!!- you announced as soon as you came in.

You felt particularly happy and you owed that happiness to the contents of the bag you carried in your hands. A small surprise for your Arthur.

He usually got up and ran out to greet you, even if he was watching Murray's show. Nothing was more important to him than you.

But today there was no reply and no greeting. You wondered if maybe he had fallen asleep, it was really very late. But as you walked past the kitchen, you saw that the meal you had left him was untouched. Arthur hadn't eaten. You left the bag in the kitchen and went straight to the bedroom. When you found him there, sitting in a corner of the bed, hugging his legs to his chest and resting his head on his knees, an awful sensation of anguish built up inside you.

He wasn't in a state of anxiety, he rather looked like he was in a trance. He was wearing his pajamas and his hair was quite a mess. His beautiful green eyes were open but they had an empty look. And when you noticed that the Murray Franklin Show was on and Arthur wasn't even paying attention, you worried.

You walked over and sat down next to him. You feared he might be sick and you put a hand on his forehead but he didn't feel warm.

It was nights like these when Arthur felt very sad. You noticed in the way his shoulders hung and in how quiet he was. Tonight was one of those nights.

- Arthur, honey, what's wrong?

You came a bit closer, cupped his face with your hands and kissed his nose. It was something he liked and it always made him laugh because it tickled. But today the effect was quite the opposite and as if it was a reflex, tears started to fall from his beautiful green eyes and ran down his cheeks.

- What is it, sweetheart?- you asked with a lump in your throat.

But Arthur remained quiet. You opened your arms and he just fell into them. He clung to your waist, burried his head in your shoulder and silently cried. You held him tightly and mumbled words of love into his ear. You didn't know what had happened but you could very well imagine.

- Don't cry, angel. I'm here. Everything's gonna be alright...

Several minutes went by like this until you felt his body relaxing in your arms and his breathing calming down.

- You wanna tell me what happened?

Arthur wiped his nose with his sleeve and without letting go of your body, he began to speak in a voice so soft you had to put up all your effort to understand what he was saying.

- I t-tripped while I was working...those shoes a-are so big. And the sign I was holding in my hands broke.

You stroke his back as he spoke.

- And when I got back, Hoyt started yelling at me in front of the others and they all made fun of me. He said he would take it out of my pay check.

- Did you get hurt?- you asked, very much concerned.

- No.

You hugged him to your chest and kissed the top of his head. You silently swore to kill Hoyt or at least to kick him in the nuts next time you saw him.

- It's OK, Arthur. You didn't do anything wrong. It was an accident and it happens to all of us. You know...today I broke a mug at the diner.

- You did?- he asked in surprise.

- Yes!- you lied.

It wasn't true but you wanted to make him feel better.

- It just fell and crashed on the floor. I'm very clumsy, too...

Arthur let go of his embrace and looked at your eyes, as if he was silently thanking you for that small comfort. You smiled, kissed his forehead and dried the remaining tears under his eyes. You took his hands in yours and noticed how cold they were. In your mind you cursed yourself for not being able to afford a fucking heater.

- Baby, you're cold.- you said getting up and headed to the living room. You found the blue sweater Arthur had left on a chair and brought it back with you.

- Come, let me put this on you.- you said and with much love you put the sweater on him and buttoned it.

Arthur looked at you with his sweet eyes that were still so sad and your heart could simply not stand to see him like this. You quickly changed into your own pajamas and got into bed with him, taking him in your arms once again.

- Hmmmm, I know how to make you smile...- you said all the sudden. - Close your eyes!-

Arthur did as you said and for a second you watched his beautiful eyelashes that gave him such a sweet look.

You always kept a box of chocolates locked in the drawer of your nightstand. It wasn't like Arthur shouldn't eat them. You just had to keep him from eating them all at once. It had happened the first time you came home with a whole box of chocolates you had gotten for Christmas at work. Arthur had been so excited, rarely did he get the chance to enjoy such luxury and he definitely had a sweet tooth. The poor thing, he hadn't been able to control himself, eating up a dozen chocolates and he had ended up with an upset stomach. You knew this would cheer him up right now and so you opened the drawer and placed the box in his lap.

Arthur opened his eyes and when he saw what you were offering him, he couldn't help but smiling with the joy of a small child.

- Choose one, baby.

- Oh, but... I'm not allowed to touch that box.- he reminded you.

Your heart melted away.

- You are allowed for tonight, sweetheart.

Arthur's eyes grew big at the sight of all those chocolates. You could tell he was having a hard time picking just one.

- You can have two.- you offered.

You felt pure bliss when you saw Arthur enjoying something so small and simple so much. Simple souls are happy with so little...

Arthur hugged you and kissed your cheek, leaving chocolate stains on your skin.

- Thank you.- he whispered.

- Hold on...I still have a surprise for you!!- you said, suddenly remembering the bag you had dropped off in the kitchen.

You came back with it, sat down again and handed it to Arthur. His curious eyes opened wide and he carefully opened the bag. His beautiful face beamed when he realized he was getting a present without it being his birthday or Christmas or any special occasion at all. He was getting a present for the simple fact that he was loved and never ever before you came into his life had anything like that happened.

His eyes were filled with happy tears when he unwrapped the book. Arthur loved books, especially children's books because they were sweet and easy to understand. Above all he loved stories that had animals as their main characters. They weren't cruel and they never had double intentions. They're just like Arthur, you thought to yourself, there's no evil in their hearts. That's why you had chosen this book in particular. Earlier, you had walked past a book shop and the colorful cover with animal drawings had immediately captured your eye. You didn't have much money but you put together all the tips you had received this week and bought it for Arthur. You knew he would like it.

His favorite part was when you read the stories to him. He loved the sound of your voice and the way you made a different voice for every animal. You always allowed him time to run his fingers across the drawings and when he asked you about the meaning of a word he did not understand, you always had the patience to explain it to him. You never read him a sad story, only those with a happy ending. And you loved to read for him. You could read him the same story ten times over and Arthur never got tired of it.

- Thank you...- said Arthur, touched by your generosity. - I don't deserve all these presents. I know they're expensive...-

- You deserve so much more, sweetheart- you replied.

You saw the look in his eyes and knew what he wanted to say and yet he didn't dare. After so long he was still shy to ask this of you.

- You want me to read it to you, darling?- you asked.

- Mhm- said Arthur, hugging your waist and leaning his head against your chest. It was his favorite position because it allowed him to look at the drawings as you turned the pages.

You received him in your arms, covered him with a blanket  and kissed the top of his head, enjoying the smell and the softness of his hair.

- My sweet Arthur- you said - I love you with all my heart.-

You read and re-read the book three times over until Arthur's eyes finally closed and he fell asleep in your arms. It was so late.

Ever so carefully, you laid his head down on the pillow, Arthur softly moaning in his sleep at the loss of your embrace.

- Shhh, sleep baby. I'm right here. I'm going nowhere.- you whispered.

Then you pulled the blanket over his body, making sure he was warm and cozy and you watched him sleep for a while. How you wished you could always keep him safe like that, safe from the outside world and from all the pains of life. You couldn't. But at least for tonight you could provide him this much care and comfort and it mattered. Arthur was now soundly asleep, a soft smile drawn onto his beautifully thin lips. And you knew there couldn't be a bigger paradise than this, a small and run down apartment in the ugliest side of the city where, nontheless, lived two hearts that loved each other.

[infuriatedleprechaun]

Aquarius was hesitant in answering, very hesitant. Was she really ready to tell him stuff so personal? It wasn't anything against the turtle, she just had serious issues about opening up. To anyone, even her cousins. If it wasn't for the bond she would have lost her mind.

Opening up could mean her entity would have her in a death lock and take over. Hers was more sinister than her cousins'. Aside from maybe supereon's, so it fought at any turn she showed emotion. Didn't matter what said emotion it was.

But, Leo deserved to know what happened to his brother. She could tell he was already pissed about it, he hasn't even seen mike in his injured state yet.

She got over her dignity of being carried, she would tell him for Mike's sake.

"My uncles... and father" she didn't look at him. And she didn't answer the second question, that was about her. He didn't need to know that one. Regardless, he wasn't stupid either, too smart for his own good as a matter of fact.

She was waiting for him to stop, drop her. And unleash a fury on her, she's gotten worse for less because of her uncles and sire.

And honestly, she'd prefer him going for punches on her, after today she didn't want to get any closer to Leo. And taking a pounding would make it easier, not by a lot. But him hating her would make him stay away.

She saw how close to the edge Ariel was just by seeing Mike in that state. Even Inferna was furious, she hadn't felt anger and pain like that since Cybertron.

If Leo had traded places with Michelangelo, she didn't know if she could fight off her freakishly strong entity. She let it take over once, on accident, and it got a taste for blood. Since then it was unbearable to live with.

Her body tensed, when Leo stopped, here we go. She was going to take the punches, but she knew Leo could hit hard when he was pissed enough epecially. Even a God knew when to bend to a force like that.

Plus her father made sure to have her be a tense mess after sessions of torture. All of them got that way, no matter how many times they all went through it. The mind games ate them up from the inside out.

It would last for hours after being tortured, even being up there alone just did a number on her. It was a place of evil.

.

.

"Oh my fucking-" Inferna cut herself off as she just stared at Raph. She scrubbed her face with a frustrated sigh. She walked over to raph, put a hand on his shoulder, and zapped out with him.

Appearing at her house, and she dropped him on her large couch. Thank god it was large, because so was this idiot.

She finally got some regular clothes that wasn't armor on. Some short shorts and a compression shirt.

"Keep drinking your water. Mike shouldn't see you like this" she huffed. She walked into the kitchen, still within the view of the couch.

"Also if you wreck my house I will destroy you" she said very seriously. Then she started to make him a wrap with carnalized chicken she made the night before.

She put some black beans, cheese, and quacamole on it, relatively healthy. It was a large wrap, but she needed to get him all filled up, hopefully this would do it.

She set the plate on the coffee table while he was chugging his water still. It was empty, so she took the bottle, tossed it in the trash under her island sink. Then turned to one of her cupboards where she had plastic cups, and filled it up from the fridge filtered water.

"Eat. And drink more water. You can already walk. So thats a good sign at least" she frowned. He seemed hungry because he went after that wrap real hard.

@darkness-to-redemption

Opposites Attract

“Careful, you idiot.” Leonardo snarled at his youngest brother. “They’ll hear you, scatter and I’ll have to chase them all around the city.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Michelangelo muttered. “Save me the lecture already.”

His impertinence irked Leonardo, more than a little, and he glared at the smaller turtle. What he really wanted to do was beat the obnoxious brat senseless, but that would alert the targets below them. 

“Punish him later.” Donatello strode past them with Raphael following. The large brute’s eyes eager for the bloodshed to come. “We have a rebellion to thwart.”

The black masked leader glared at Michelangelo a moment longer before he grunted and refocused on the task before him.

He joined his other brothers to the skylight. Well, it was a hole in the ceiling at least. An old and abandoned office building close to the outskirts of the city really had no need for a nice looking skylight. Wasn’t in the blueprints anyway. 

Carefully he knelt down, his full attention on the meeting below that Donatello was recording. In the hopes of reviewing it later after the upcoming massacre to single out other possible leads so those could be wiped out as well.

With unusual patience, he waited. Watching as the meeting continued. Dark eyes roaming as he took a body count and surveyed an area. They stopped their wandering as a group of laughing children came into the room, setting the signal in motion that was needed. The meeting was about to break up. There would be no more information to gain.

There was no more reasons to let them live.

He stood tall, his unease buried deep within as he drew his blades. This was a lesson he learned a long time ago, the hard way.

No witnesses.

Not even the children.

He stood there, hands tight on his sword hilts as he contemplated a quick attack plan. And his eyes narrowed dangerously. A sign that he was about to issue the command to engage and seal the fate of the humans below.

@infuriatedleprechaun

[jeichanhaka]

If Any Would Avenge: 21

Chapters 01-10|| Chapters 11-20|| Chapter 21|| Chapter 22|| Chapter 23

|| Chapter 24|| Chapter 25||

Centuries Ago:

The air was heavy and fetid, and the sky above a deep, starless ebony; an abyss hanging above the sere forests and lifeless valleys encompassing the entire realm. Fortunato's nose itched, repulsed by the rancid stench of decay but also craving it. His stomach growled as his thirst strengthened, and he had to muscle up all his willpower not to lunge at Kidd. Caught up in his own bewilderment at the realm, Captain Kidd hardly noticed Fortunato's hunger and simply observed the landscape from their perch on a cliff. It too quite sere.

"This is the place? This is the land that holds the artifact that will grant us all we could desire? This is what I…?" Kidd glowered, grasping his arm and rubbing the stump end where his wrist and hand were once attached. The bandage wrapped around it was still bloody, though mostly dry - the result of him deciding it was better for him to lose an arm rather than piss off whatever sort of being Fortunato was.

"What were you expecting? Rainbows?" Fortunato muttered, successfully curtailing his thirst.

Kidd scowled. "This realm's supposed to be brimming with magic." His gray eyes surveyed the withered trees and bushes, their leaves needle-thin and a dull gray. The ground itself consisted of dry, crumbling dirt with very few patches of sere lichen and grass. Observing his surroundings, Kidd nearly gagged as the stench of decay mixed with the stale scent of dust overwhelmed him, and he covered his mouth to stave off breathing in too much of the wretched stuff. "Do you see any sign of magic?"

Before Fortunato could respond, a chilling chuckle wafted towards them; its origin somewhere below the cliff where they stood. As the red-eyed man shared a glance with Kidd, the chuckle drifted upwards and increased in volume – its owner approaching closer and closer. Gritting his teeth, Kidd brandished his gun while Fortunato bristled and stood ready, his fangs visible beneath his curled lips. The chuckle drew nearer, until it was just beneath the cliff edge.

"Who's there?" Kidd growled, inching towards the edge to peek down at whatever creature approached. He sucked in a breath when nothing but empty air greeted his gray eyes and the laughter suddenly stopped, only to return, quite loudly, behind them. Both men swiftly turned on the spot, glaring behind them at what was supposed to be the doorway leading in and out of the realm. Instead of a door, there stood a large canvas, as tall as a man and framed with a tarnished silver. "What in the...?"

"I'm no expert, but I think you're assumption about the lack of magic in this place was a bit premature." Fortunato replied nonchalantly, his crimson eyes drinking in every inch of the canvas: its subject and sepia hues. Or rather subjects, as the paint seemed to writhe and twist on the canvas, morphing into various scenes and beings and all manner of beasts, until settling on one.

That of a cradle by a fire and a large raven perched above the hearth, gazing down though its piercing onyx eyes seemed to gaze directly at Fortunato and Kidd. Its talons wrapped around a dagger, the blade of which was a dark ebony, the fowl sat and stared. Its eyes never blinking.

Kidd stared back, unable to glance away; the bird's glare chilled him and seemed to pierce into his very soul. Fortunato though shrugged off the unnatural leer, and instead glanced at other parts of the painting. It didn't take him long to notice the words written near the bottom of the canvas.

The Hand of Nemesis.

Fortunato's thin lips twitched reading that, the words vanishing the next moment, as did the painting itself. In its place appeared a large golden bowl on top a marble pedestal and filled to the brim with rust-red water. It smelled peculiarly of blood, and Fortunato felt his thirst return. While beside him, Kidd took off the pendant he wore about his neck and approached the bowl, as though compelled by some silent force. Without a second thought the captain dropped in the pendant, and stared wordlessly as the water bubbled around it.

Holding the orange-red gemstone in his palm, its tiny and elegantly crafted surface shining brilliantly, Fortunato peered down at it and tightened his grip on his tanto held in his other hand. It too shone, the scarab-skull engraving on its metallic blade glowing a rich crimson. His thin, cold lips twitched as he leered at the gemstone and positioned his tanto above it. The magic of the one fed off the other, building in strength until the air warped and sparked from it.

"Come on." Fortunato growled, concentrating on the summoning spell; he bit hard down on his lip bracing himself. The air crackled, the magic growing more and more intense, such that it would eat away the flesh of any normal person, causing excruciating pain. Fortunato merely shrugged, concentrating on summoning the object he sought, his eyes gleaming with anticipation as it started to work. The next moment he hissed, dropping the gemstone and tanto after a powerful shockwave reverberated, dispelling the magic. "...shit."

"Caw, caw." Watching the spectacle across the room, a large raven laughed at the scarlet eyed assassin. Perched before a heavily shadowed oil painting, the bird peered at Fortunato with its onyx eyes, observing the assassin's failure with something akin to glee.

"Shut up." Fortunato growled back at the ebony fowl, and bent down to pick up the tanto. As his cold fingers wrapped around its handle, the raven's laughter suddenly ceased and the air shifted. A chill raced down Fortunato's spine as both the blade and gemstone vanished in a cloud of smoke.

"Looking for something, dearie?" Gold hissed, appearing behind Fortunato, the gemstone and tanto in his hands. His eyes narrowed and a snarl twisted his face as he glanced over the two items. It took barely a second for him to sense the remnants of a summoning spell powered through blood magic, and less to realize whose blood was seeped into the tanto. He glowered. "...you stabbed Belle with this. Stabbed her - our - unborn child." Gold clenched his teeth and slid towards Fortunato, reaching the foolish mercenary within seconds. "...I slaughtered the rest of your brethren simply because one of them injured Belle while trying to assassinate me." He grabbed the assassin by the throat, his eyes livid and murderous. "What I did to them is nothing compared to what I plan to do to you now."

"...oh?" Fortunato leered back, a smirk pulling at his lips after his initial surprise at Gold's arrival. Both the haughty sound and sneer rankled the Dark One, and he plunged his hand into the motley attired man's chest.

Outside Storybrooke:

"What do you mean - 'erased a child'? I haven't done any such thing." Henry protested, denying the ex-Author's accusation, his face filled with incredulity. "I…."

"You erased my Heroes and Villains book." Isaac countered, fiddling with the handle of his coffee cup before taking another sip of the tawny brew. Studying Henry closely as the young man did likewise to him, Isaac downed about half of his cup of coffee before placing it back on the table. "Including a character I created just for it."

Henry blinked, his lips parted mid-way on refuting the older man. His first idea upon digesting Isaac's claim was that it was impossible, that it was beyond the Author's power to create characters. The Author was meant to record stories, not create them after all, so it shouldn't…. He grimaced, his brow furrowed as he realized the faulty nature of his assumption. Though the Author was tasked to only record stories, that hadn't stopped Isaac from changing the story when he was the Author. Isaac creating a character wasn't as impossible as Henry first assumed. "You...created a character?"

"Yeah. A child, who was erased with the rest of the book when you undid my work." Isaac resumed drinking his coffee while Henry absorbed his words, the younger man shaking his head.

"But...but that wasn't...the whole book was erased so none of that was real. None of it happened." Henry mumbled, more to assuage his horror-twisted stomach than refute the other man. If Isaac was telling the truth about creating a character, that meant he had erased a child. Unknowingly, but that did little to counter his unease. Erasing someone - making them never to have existed - had to be worse than killing them.

"Judging by the horror on your face, you believe me and feel the weight of what you did." Isaac leaned back in his seat, slightly pleased at the horrified guilt in the younger man's eyes. One of the best things he'd enjoyed about being the Author was manipulating the heroes into doing something they'd regret. Their emotional turmoil made for a better story. "...I'm guessing you'll feel even worse if I mention for whom I wrote the child."

Henry's gaze, downcast as he pondered how horrible being erased was compared to dying, shot up at Isaac's supposition. His jaw and body tensed. "...who did you…?"

"Rumplestiltskin. I wrote the child for him, since I couldn't do much about, well, your father Baelfire." Isaac replied, eyeing Henry as the young man drew back and frowned. "Before you ask, no the child wasn't Gideon. Characters written and erased by an Author's power can't be brought back so easily. I found that out during my first few experiments as the Author." He muttered and glanced out the diner window, gazing at the parking lot and the field across the road.

"How…." Henry started to ask, curious about Isaac's testing of the Author power and the rules governing it. Despite vowing not to sway from simply recording stories when he became the new Author after Isaac, Henry was anxious to use his power to alter the past few days. To undo Nemesis' murder of Gideon. Or if he couldn't do that, then maybe he could do something else, like… 'Maybe I could write this erased child back into the story. Would that...work? How will grandpa and Belle react?' He pondered quietly, getting pulled from his thoughts only by Isaac standing up to leave. He grabbed the older man's wrist. "Wait. Wh…."

"Look, as I see it I made a clean break from Storybrooke and all its drama and whatnot when I left town. I don't see how what's happened is my business." Said Isaac as he pulled his arm away. "Sure, a child dying is a terrible thing but it's not a particularly rare thing outside of your little town. Just watch or read the news." He gestured towards a newspaper being read by one of the other diners. On its opened page was a photo and blurb about a grisly death of a child nearby. Along with a fire at a motel. "Horrible things happen everywhere. I don't see you using the Author pen to help fix them."

"I can't. It's imposs…."

"Impossible to change things out here using the Author's pen." Isaac interrupted, frowning and shaking his head. "So is bringing back the dead through magic, but you seem intent on doing just that. Don't get me wrong, looking out for your own family is human and no one can fault you on that. But…." He glanced back out the window, his eyes narrowing at something in the parking lot. The next moment shook his head as though discarding a thought, and returned his attention to Henry. "Anyways, I have plans for today. And I don't see a way to help you." Frowning, his teeth clenched tightly beneath his lips, Isaac turned away but then hesitated, as though a silent debate raged in his mind. For a moment he seemed about to say something else to Henry, yet he decided against it and hurried off.

"Wait, Isaac…." Henry grimaced as the older man hurried away, his own way blocked by the waitress cutting between them. In her hands was the bill and on her face was an unamused scowl.