#million knives x sister!reader

[whirlwindimagines]

Heya, it's me again! Sorry for bothering you 🥹 can i request the 2nd part with Nai of the Vash!Sister reader?

Yes! I was hoping someone would ask for this! I know the first part was more canon compliant this will not be! Because I take canon and do what I want lol just because things are happening so quickly in the show, and I need to shoehorn in a reunion lol I don't think it's as good as the other one but it's something! Part 2 to ‘Oh if the sky comes falling down’ also spoilers just in case!

‘Do you still believe in one another?’

Nai x Sister!Reader

You know you shouldn’t be eavesdropping, it’s not like you meant to in the first place. You’d had been spending as much time with Vash as possible, but he had his traveling companions that also wanted to spend time with him. And well you were still so awkward with humans, so you let them have their own time with him.  

Just wanting to visit you heard him talking with the others, you were going to leave, but then they started talking about Nai and well you wanted to hear about it.

It was still a little hard to wrap your head around everything, that Nai had become this cruel person this Millions Knives because that was nothing like the older brother you knew. Who while he liked to tease you, made sure you felt safe and protected, who taught you how to play piano, who cared so much for you and Vash. You just couldn’t understand, but then again it had been 150 years.

July that’s where Nai was, maybe the decision was rash but you felt like you needed to do something, to understand to see for yourself. You’d leave Vash a note, and then you’d be back. You had just found Vash and you weren’t going to disappear, but you needed to tie loose ends.

Writing the note quickly, and explaining briefly what you were doing and going, signing it was a promise. You left it in your room, figuring once you were gone Vash would come looking for you, he would start here. 

Not wanting to lose your resolve you left, trying not to think your actions through. But you couldn’t let doubts set in, forcing your mind to be blank your borrowed one of the Thomas’s and headed to July using the map you had also borrowed.

The trek was boring, but you were good at shutting down your mind forcing yourself to just keep going and survive, it’s worked this long. The city was like nothing you’d seen before, you tried to avoid humans it’s not that you hated them, but you didn’t hold much love for them either. Rem would probably be the only human you’d ever truly love, and she was gone. 

You kept low while in the city, you had made sure to listen in on Vash’s conversation to get as many details as you could, but it wasn’t many. You wonder briefly if you should just start shouting in the streets, but that would be unwanted attention. Then you thought about what Vash said, Nai had been collecting a lot of Plants surly if you tried you would be able to feel all of them. 

Taking a deep breath, you blocked all the noise, sometimes you would feel the surge of your ‘sisters’ powers, their cries of pain, but you were selfish and ignored them you didn't even know how to help them in the first place, and that hurt more than anything. Shaking your head you forced the thoughts from your head, you could feel it the pulse of something. So many plants in one place it was hard to ignore really. You opened your eyes, not knowing you even closed them in the first place, but you found it, the source. 

Sneaking your way through the city, and towards the source. You couldn't just walk through the front door, so underground it was. Sneaking through the sewers wasn't pleasant but you ignored it, upon entering the pristine building your heart began to race, was this even a good idea? No, it really wasn't, you didn't even know where you should be going. 

You don't know how long you walked through the halls until you heard it, the familiar keys of a piano. It brought you back instantly to your youth, the ship, Rem, and your brothers. You could feel tears begging to form as you raced ahead. Entering the room you skidded to a stop, and the person at the piano instantly stopped playing.

“Nai.” you voiced, your tone was nervous and unsure, the figure turned and your eyes meet so familiar you were crying now, so many emotional moments in these past couple of days. “You shouldn't be here.”  You are snapped out of your crying at his tone, it's cold. You walked forward and he didn't move, you stood right before him, Nai, your oldest brother. 

“I thought you were dead, and that’s all you have to say?” your angry, how could you not be? You had lost everything, you thought you lost your family for good and well it wasn’t the truth your brothers were alive both of them and you just wanted them back. And the longer you stood here the more you feared that was impossible. 

Knives sighed pulling his hood down and reaching out a hand he touched your face gently, “What did you expect by coming here.” his voice wasn’t as cold, he looked so much older so different but you could still see in his eyes that slight gentleness. “I don't know.” you answer honestly, voice quiet. You feel like a little girl again, so unsure looking to Nai and Vash for guidance and reassurance, but you’re not finding any now. 

He laughs and removes his hand, “Come here.” he says moving back to the piano bench to sit down, you join him sitting down beside him looking over the keys. “Do you remember how to play?” he asked softly, of course you do. You nod reaching for the keys and starting the song slowly you’re a little rusty but the tune plays. Nai joins in, he doesn’t look at you but you can’t help but smile at him all the same. 

The song continues, you get better the keys coming to mind quicker and quicker. The song ends, your hands rest on the keys. “I am glad your here.” you startled, “But things can never be the same.” you reply sadly, Nai laughs and answers “No, but things can be better than before,” 

You’re unsure by what he means by this, and for a split second your worried you don't think Nai would hurt you, but you don't know him anymore. “I'm glad you’re alive, you and Vash I can’t believe I found you two again-” Nai stands suddenly grabbing your wrist and forcing you up alongside him. You meet his gaze, it's cold and his grip on your wrist tightens. It's a sudden change and you’re on guard your whole nervous system lights up. 

“Enough of that.” his tone his sharp, but before you can say anything he continues speaking, “Vash you’ve talked to him, does he know your here?” You feel you should lie, but you can’t you never could not to Nai, he always knew how you were feeling your true emotions. “Maybe, I left a note.” 

“Which means he’ll come for you; you’ve just made this easier.” Your blood goes cold, you have no idea what Nai is planning maybe you should have listened to Vash, but it's too late now. “You’re scaring me, Nai.” you say it quietly, he scoffs as he meets your tearful gaze. But his gaze falters for a moment, “Stop.” he demands, but you can’t stop the tears. “Don't tell me after all this time you’re still such a crybaby. I don't have time for this.”

He begins to move, pulling you along down the hallways you try to protest the movement but his grip is too strong on you. He reaches a doorway opening and tossing you inside, you land hard on your side. You scramble to stand as the door closes, getting to your feet you begin to pound on the door, it won’t open. “Nai let me out!” you yell. 

“This is for your own good, I can keep you safe here I can do what needs to be done.” You don't know what he means by that, and you’re afraid to know the truth. You just keep yelling for him to open the door, but it doesn’t let up. You drop to your knees, Nai needed Vash for something and now because of you, he was going to walk right into a trap. How could you be so stupid, all for a childish dream? 

Clenching your fist you force yourself to calm down, you are not a little girl anymore you have survived for 150 years on the planet you will continue to survive. Standing you take deep breathes, you don’t know what Nai is planning, but you can’t just let Vash walk right into a trap. You don’t want to be rescued anymore, you can save yourself you just need to figure out how. Then you’ll try to save Vash, your mind wanders to Nai again is there any hope for him? Can you have both your brothers back? You don’t know and it scares you.

You had to get out here, you just didn’t know how. You needed to save yourself, and you knew you could. You’ve been living on this planet for 150 years, without Vash and Nai by your side. With some resolve, you made a promise to yourself you would get out of here and you would not let Nai hurt Vash. If you could only save one of them so, be it. But first, it was time you save yourself.

[iwaasfairy]

ETCHED IN RED | RUST Part 2

tw. dubcon, yandere, kidnapping, mention of murder, power imbalance wordcount. 1.5k

read part 1 here or see the valentine's masterlist

millions knives x reader

Everything else has an almost imperceptible coat of dust— it’s in the air, in the way the sand and dirt creeps through the crevices and lingers. You push yourself up from the warm bed to peer through the spaces between the rickety shack. Your sister still sleeps tight, with her pillow wrapped tight under her arms— and the soft snoring of your parents in the other room also stays steady. One split second you choose against better judgment not to wake her. Have you ever seen a God?

The blanket clings to you while you stir, but slips off when you get onto your knees. A small sliver of light whips around in the distance, quiet, as a hum fills the air. It flickers distractingly through the narrow windows, breaking through the cracks in the door.

It looks almost biblical.

The light that shines above the town, as the earth rattles beneath. You softly tiptoe around the sleeping person as you rub the sleep out of your eyes, open the door to the cold midnight air. Something’s in the distance. Vague and big, it coils in the darkness as if looking for something, and a heaviness settles into your stomach. Have you ever met a God? 

Without a single thought, you set off towards the tower, trying to quiet your steps so as not to attract attention. It’s not a stretch to guess that whatever it is, it’s here for your plant. One you, and all the people nearby, need. The heavy rattling, the drilling noise gets louder and louder, until you’re sure that it’s right upon the town.

You slip through the door and sprint up three steps at a time until you reach the platform, taking a single deep breath as you take in the faint glow. The plant’s tired, you know this. She’s uncurled herself just barely, face hidden within her hands— sometimes you try to reach out to her. You place your hands on the tank, press your head against the glass. “I’m not going to let anything happen to you,” you promise, and as if hearing you, understanding you; the beautiful leaves slowly seem to bloom a little more.

A frightening mechanic screech fills the night, and whoever wasn’t awake before, surely startles as the entire town shakes. The building with it. You stumble to your knees and turn, just in time to watch the metal roof being ripped off and the bladed, robotic arms to slither in. The man lands with no sound, and blue eyes zero in on you— as you stand to place yourself between him and the plant. The whirring appendages sprouting from his back drip in blood, and it’s only then that you can hear the screaming and crying from outside.

“You can’t take her- she’s sick,” you say, wrapping your arms around it as if in a desperate embrace. Your bottom lip wobbles in the silence, one you fill with a plea. “She’ll die if you take her.” Barely half of his face is visible from underneath the hood, but he towers, and his mouth corners flatten when you shake your head. “Please don’t hurt her.” Crying continues, as your palms heat up. As light gets brighter and brighter in the cold room, and your eyes widen.

You turn to see that the plant’s opened up, and her hands are pressed back against the glass in response to yours— heat surging through your body as you gasp. Though your body stands between him and his prize, he too drops his shoulders, and the mean snarl that was on his face vanishes. It doesn’t last long, before she tuckers out— but it’s enough for you to stare back at him in shock, mouth falling open at the stunning display. Small orbs of light still rain down around you. “The plant—” You don’t get to finish, before one of the arms wraps around you and yanks you towards him; not disemboweling you in the process. The other arms pick up the plant and pull you all out of the building, through the mess of shacks he’s destroyed.

“Wait, please! I-” you try to fight against the blades, but it’s no use. You only cut your skin open further, being dragged through the street kicking and screaming. “Stop, my family! Let me go!” Your arm is caught within a hand, as your sister hangs on with all her weight and almost pulls your hand clean off, planting her feet. She’s crying, and her eyes are bloodshot and frightened. You’re hurting. “Aw, aw!” You say her name, try to cling onto her fingers as hard as you can. Until you go blue. But it’s no fair fight— and as soon as sweat makes you slip, you’re out of her reach.

As you watch her wipe blood splatters off of her cheeks, crying out for you.

He’s moving too fast. The image of your destroyed town doesn’t stay for long enough for you to print it into your mind.

+

The furniture is cold when you touch them, dragging yourself around the room with a monotone sigh. Aside from that blue haired freak who glares, or the Doctor, Knives doesn’t get a lot of company. They rushed off in some state earlier, where Nai had barked at you to stay where you were— but you don’t doubt they’ll be back soon. You’ve seen what the blond can do. You’ve seen what’s left behind when someone tries to steal his precious plants. The camp is cold and metallic and clean, and you’ve learned that he doesn’t feel these things the way you do.

Instead you’re stuck in this room, and wait for the alarm to stop blaring soon. You place yourself on the well-kept leather seat, and softly press a few keys of the organ— jumping when the door slams open too violently. You cling onto the instrument as you turn, only to stare in confusion. Your mouth cracks open, and you frown. “Where’s master Knives? Are you here for the plants?”

He’s got almost the same face, but it’s not him. Hair too long, eyes too gentle. He’s got mechanical parts where Nai doesn’t— as he stands in the door disarmed. “I’m here for-”

“Vash, step aside.” The deep voice fills the room, and the golden blond aims his gun now at Nai. You can’t help it, you hurry over to his side. Knives at least, has shown that he doesn’t have the intent to harm you. This stranger however, keeps glancing between the two of you with frightening precision. Nai’s quick to pull you behind him out of direct reach, and tangles his hand with yours as you stare. They must be twins, your mind supplies. He squeezes your smaller, softer hand in his, then glances over at you. “Are you hurt?”

“N-no, I’m fine.” When you manage to get over your shock at the intrusion, you want to pout. It’s not like you trust him. He stole you, locked you up- you have every right to be angry. But still. He’s kept you from the Doctor’s experiments. And if Legato or any of the other ones had their way, you probably wouldn’t be so cared for. Dolled up. How should you understand this? You cling to his arm, as you peek your face from behind him. “What’s happening?”

The deep voice sounds again, and then the extra appendages come out gleaming in the low light, careful not to nick you in the process. “Vash is just leaving, pretty. Don’t worry.” He brushes a quick hand over your head, before pushing you down to the floor behind the couch. “Stay there.” They’re both back down the hall quicker than you can blink, leaving you behind in the otherwise empty room with only your heart thumping in your chest.

+

Your legs get yanked further down the bed, as almost luminescent eyes stare down at you. You wish you could say you were asleep, but Legato turned out to be right. Even master Knives has urges— that are now being inflicted upon your body as he nestles between your legs again. “Nai, promise me- I want you to go check on my family. I want to make sure they’re safe.” He’s ignoring you, circling your nipples with playful fingers before he leans down to kiss you all over. “Knives~”

After he sucks another hickey into you, he gets nose to nose with you, before dipping to kiss you there too- and biting your bottom lip as he groans. “You’re so whiny.”

“You promised. If I stayed with you… you’d take care of them. My sister and my parents will worry.”

His handsome face is always so awfully blank. In sharp contrast with the brightness of his eyes, and all that you can convince yourself to see in them. It’s so much easier to sacrifice yourself, when you know that you’re doing the right thing. You dig your nails into his shoulders, and pout. “You took the plant… All I want is for them to be okay.”

“They’re taken care of,” he mumbles robotically, before raising a brow. “I promise. Wouldn’t lie to you.” The hands instantly start roaming again, as his thighs push yours open to create more room for his hips, and the way he’s pushing inside you ever so slowly. The low groan he lets out is rumbly, cockhead stretching you around him so that your back arches. The wetness between your legs is hot, and ever since the first time, he’s wanted to be inside you as much as possible. The slick sounds fill the room as he sits back and watches his cock slide into you, squeezing your hips tight.

You cling onto him when he bottoms out, and forces another kiss onto your mouth. Whispers your name as he pulls out, and fucks back into you with a grunt. You can’t help but be grateful that master Knives isn’t all that bad.

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[seijorhi]

Etched in Red: Rust (Part One)

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Vash the Stampede x female reader

Part Two

w.c 1.4k

tw: yandere themes, canon-typical violence and death, kidnapping

There’s an old earth saying about the best way to boil a frog.

If the water’s already boiling and you drop the frog right in, it hops right out. The key, or so the story says, is to start with tepid water, then turn the heat up slowly, little by little. The poor frog, relaxed by the warming water, won’t make a fuss when the temperature starts to rise, won’t leap from the water.

Blind to the danger, that frog will sit calm and placid, letting itself steadily be boiled alive. 

Has the water always been this warm?

You stare, empty eyed at the wreckage of the homestead before you. The broken bodies Wolfwood’s diligently dragging off god knows where to perform whatever rites he thinks are necessary. Smoke and the scent of gunpowder and blood linger in the air you breathe, you can taste it on your tongue.

But it’s white noise in the background. You keep thinking of the man you saw.

Well, maybe ‘man’ isn’t the right word. Half his face was cybernetic, his body twisted and warped into a weapon that mercilessly ripped through that family. You don’t doubt his humanity because of his body, you doubt it because there was nothing in his eyes. Not anger or rage, not glee or regret. 

He was nothing but a tool, mindless to all but his master’s whims.

“I’m sorry.”

The words wash over you, but the blond’s touch is warm, solid as he pulls you into his chest, rests his cheek against the crown of your head and holds you, his own cybernetic arm rubbing soothingly at your back.

Why he’s apologising, you’re not entirely sure. For not getting there in time to stop it? Because it happened at all?

This isn’t his fault. 

Either way, you let your arms curl loosely around his waist and bury yourself in him, eyes welling up with tears you’re sick of shedding. “I have to get her back, Vash,” you mumble.

For weeks now, you’ve imagined it. All the terrible fates that might’ve met your sister at the hands of Knives Millions. Dead. Locked in some dungeon somewhere, rotting away. Tortured. Ripped apart. Forced into servitude, humiliated, broken, beaten–

Your stomach clenches, threatening to upheave.

Experimented on. 

“I need her back.”

The broad palm stroking along your spine falters, and Vash pulls back enough to meet your watery gaze. Behind his glasses, pools of impossible blue shine with concern, a flicker of something else – guilt, maybe? – bleeding through, even as he paints a small, thin smile across his face, “Hey, you promised me you weren’t gonna think like that anymore. Your sister… he won’t hurt her.”

“Stop saying that!”

Snapping at him won’t solve anything, you can’t help it though. Whatever this spiral is that you’re caught in, it has its claws in you, dragging you down into a pit of hysteria. Your breath comes quick, choppy, and all of a sudden you can’t bear his hands on you – you shove at him, stumbling back with a shuddering gasp.

“He hates us, Vash! He hates humans. I watched him kill our parents, he cut them to pieces, like they were nothing, less than dirt, and for what? Why?! And that– that thing!” you gesture wildly in the direction the gunman disappeared off to. “Do you think whoever he was, he signed up for that? Is that the best I can hope for? That if my sister hasn’t already been eviscerated, maybe he’ll lay her down on a table, slice away at her until nothing’s left but metal and blind obedience to a madman, until she’s just another tool for him to–”

You don’t get to finish the thought, Vash quick to close the distance between you, seizing your violently trembling hands in his, holding them up between you. “He won’t,” he vows. “I need you to believe me, Nai isn’t hurting her. He wouldn’t.”

But you’re too far gone for soft platitudes. You shake your head, only half aware that you’re moving at all, “You don’t know that, you can’t–” your voice cracks, another sob threatening to burst. 

You hate that you’re doing this here, now; crying for your stolen sister on the site of another bloody, brutal massacre. The only mercy in this is that Wolfwood’s still off dealing with the bodies. Vash bearing witness is bad enough, you don’t think you can handle anyone else seeing you this brittle.

With a wounded noise, he lets one of your hands slip from his to brush at your tears with a gentleness that steals your breath. “Don’t cry, angel. I promise you, she’s not being hurt. Nai won’t let anything happen to her.”

A promise.

Vash promised weeks ago, earnesty dripping from every word, that he’d help you find and free your sister. At the time, you could’ve kissed him, bowed at his feet, given him anything in your power to give. No else was offering. No one else cared about some stupid girl from a nowhere town, kidnapped by a vicious egomaniac bent on eradicating humanity. 

(You swore to yourself, too, that you wouldn’t hold it against him that he called that monster brother).

You trusted him then, the weight of that promise settling into your soul like a brand. Vash would help bring her home, he promised.

Vash, cradling your tear-stained cheek, peers down at you with that same striking intensity, like he’s willing you to believe they’re not throw-away words to comfort you, he means them. Your sister hasn’t been harmed. She won’t be.

Which makes you wonder, a cold thread of unease slithering down your spine, how he can promise something like that. 

“… Vash, how could you possibly know that for sure?” you whisper, the sound carrying in the too quiet stillness of the homestead.

The hand you squeeze isn’t made of flesh, blood and bone – you barely notice, searching Vash’s face in turn, praying to yourself that just this once, his words are empty.

The soft, pink flush that paints his cheeks quickly turns those hopes to ash and dust.

And perhaps he senses that too, because the moment you try to step back, put a little distance between you so you can breathe, that grip of his becomes iron. 

Vash wets his lips and swallows, a shallow bobbing of his throat, “Whatever you’re thinking, it’s not. I’d never–” he breaks off with a strangled sounding huff, his fingers flexing around your wrist. He’s always been bright, excitable. Sunshine on a summer’s day.

Now he just looks manic. Eyes too bright, too wide. A jitteriness that sets you on edge. 

“The plan was to get her out, like I promised. It’d be quicker if it was just me, I didn’t want– I couldn’t risk anything happening to you if I brought you with me. It’d kill me. Kill me. But Nai, he– she’s important to him, I think. He needs her.” Vash frowns, “I swear I was gonna bring her back to you like I promised, that’s the only reason I went, and I would’ve, you know I would’ve if I thought for a moment she was in any danger, but…”

“You saw her?”

With those sad, puppy-dog eyes fixed on you, he nods. 

Something painful wrenches in your chest at the admission, and with a sharp tug to your wrist, Vash is there, his forehead pressed against yours, murmuring near frantic reassurances – excuses – as though there won’t be bruises left in his wake.

He saw her.

Vash was there, he saw her and he left her. 

Bitterness cleaves at you. Betrayal. Heartbreak. Agony.

You’re a fool. 

“Let go of me.” Your voice is robotic, a cold contrast to the roaring mess of emotions in your head.

If Vash hears you, he gives no indication. There’s not enough air in the room, every inch of it tainted by Vash clutching you closer, holding you tighter. Like he senses that if he loosens his grip, even for a second, you’ll disappear altogether. 

“Let go of me… Vash, let me go! LET ME GO!”

You’re shrieking, pushing and shoving at him, beating your fists against his chest, and Vash looks halfway to distraught as, for a split second, his eyes flicker to focus on something just behind you. “I’m sorry, angel. I’ll make it up to you.”

The sudden, blinding burst of pain at the back of your skull comes out of nowhere. Drops you cold to the ground, and as the darkness swallows you up whole, you hear him speak again, that broken, mournful tone that tears at your heartstrings. 

“I’m sorry.”

Close your eyes, little frog. Drift off. The water’s nice and toasty.

[silverflqmes]

໒⦂ 𝐁𝐀𝐃 𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐔𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍.

synopsis. rosaria is assumed to be bitter among those who don't know what she's been through, but you don't care what they say about her.

genre. hurt / comfort

tw. consumption / mentions of alcohol

rosaria x gn!reader.

"did you hear rosaria skipped out on church duties today to drink at angel's share again?"

"i heard she's been playing with those daggers and knives again.. as expected of an adopted daughter of the grand master.."

"no way! last time she joined in to pray, she couldn't even say the name of our beloved archon, barbatos! how dare she!"

"you're kidding- last night i caught her walking home with master diluc and kaeya! you don't think she's-"

"shh, guys! i think she's heading back!"

the woman in question ascended the steps, a look of indifference on her countenance as the click of her heels bounced through the arched walls of the cathedral. it silenced her fellow sisters almost instantly, just as it had many times before whenever she entered the room.

rosaria was far from being deaf, and certainly not an idiot. their chatter slipped into her ears as clear as any other occasion. though she couldn't give less of a damn to hear the same old.

it wasn't it was anything new to hear, anyway, certainly not from a church full of sisters. no one was an exception to gossip, and the cryo user knew it. because of that, there was hardly a need for getting heated or putting them in their place.

let them think, let them talk. if that was how they planned to waste their breath, then it'll be theirs, not hers.

however the burning sensation behind her head did get rather annoying over time.

slowly, rosaria turned to raise a brow, grey eyes slitting. "something the matter? or can i carry on with my day."

her words sliced through the clique of girls like the knives she carried as they shook their heads profusely. "o-of course not, sister rosaria!" typical, can't even own up to their actions.

rosaria's gaze lingered a moment longer before she averted her eyes, not bothering to answer as she continued down the crimson carpet.

only idiots with no lives had time for drama, and that wouldn’t be her, not in million years.

"have i kept you long?" she asked, bringing her steps to a full stop when she found you, nose buried in whatever book you managed to pick up this time. rosaria could only wonder how you had the patience for stories.

lifting your head from what you were reading, a small smile crossed your lips when you found your girlfriend standing there. "only a minute." you joked. "ready to go?"

that's right. having gone unnoticed on the bench you had sat on to read, you had heard it all. from the badmouthing all the way to the arrival of the fuchsia haired sister.

it brought a frown to your lips to hear her fellow colleagues speak so lowly of her, as though she had been the filth of the earth they walked on. a bastard child, unworthy of the purity a servant of barbatos beheld — that was how they viewed her.

though what angered you more, was that rosaria stayed silent. no matter how many comments have been uttered regarding her, never once had she reprimanded or reacted to them.

perhaps it was just her being the bigger person, giving the benefit of the doubt.. but you couldn't bear it. as her lover — the person who cared the most for her in the cruel world you both lived in — you couldn't stand it anymore.

but what could you do?

"rosa, why won't you let me tell them off- they deserve to hear every word of it and more!"

"it's not for you to say, and it isn't worth it. they will continue their rumors and create even more if you speak out. don't meddle."

absolutely nothing.

as you opened the cathedral door for her, you blew a soft whistle, peering up at the sky; dusk melting into twilight. "nightfall is almost upon us, huh." came your soft comment as you looked to the woman beside you. "are you gonna be clocking in soon?"

rosaria was always on her vigilante shit, deep into the night when even the rumored dark knight hero was out.

but today would be different.

"if i was, i wouldn't be walking into city as i am with you now." she responded curtly, eyeing her clawed nails. "did you want me to work?"

you shook your head. "no, i was only checking. was there anything in particular you wanted to do?" a simple question, though part of you had known her answer already.

a quiet scoff. "i think you already know the answer to that. a long day's worth of praying and chanting calls for some needed wine."

hearing that made you chuckle as you rolled your eyes. "it's a good thing i brought a bottle, then." you hummed out, rummaging through your bag before pulling out a finely aged flask of dandelion wine. "care to share it with me? or will it be the same exact thing, but with a price at angel's share."

rosaria nearly wanted to roll her eyes but the smile on her lips said otherwise. "i suppose it would be rude to refuse such a delicacy." she hummed out, leading you down the steps to the docks overlooking cider lake.

with a grin of your own you walked to the end of the dock and sat with her, popping the cork before handing the bottle to her. "you first, let me know how it tastes."

rosaria scoffed, "a generous move to offer up the first taste, but you make it hard to refuse." she jested, taking a long sip before loosing a breath. "best wine i've had in awhile, though."

you brought the bottle to your lips, nodding after the sip you took. "agreed. but, that's what matters most." you assured, looking out to the horizon. "on a more serious note, though." your smile sullied a bit as you turned to face her. "how much longer do you plan on ignoring them while all the gossip spreads."

the cryo user fought the urge to sigh, having expected to hear something like this. “until i’m in the ground for good.” she answered calmly, taking another swig before wiping her lips. “it will only spur them on if they hear it bothers me.” it was true, people did get a sick high from knowing they got to someone.

“and i can’t tell them off?” you offered, looking over at the icy skinned woman. “i know i’m not one to say anything, but i would for you, rosa. in a heartbeat.”

she eyed you for a second, ready to tell you know — which you were prepared to hear. but her next words.. took you by surprise.

“i know you would.” the sister answered softly, bringing your head to her shoulder. “perhaps it’ll make drama entertaining for a change.”

notes. i forgot i had this sitting.. anyway rosaria my love<3 first character i ever wanted<3 loosely based on a shawn mendes song called bad reputation ( hence the title lol ) cuz it just screamed rosaria</3

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Pairing - tteab!daryl Dixon x tteab!reader

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(A/N) - still don’t know when this takes but def after Glenn’s death. Also so sorry for the delay in yesterday and todays posts I had been so busy on Sunday I had entirely forgotten to write days 5 and 6

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After the world had ended, Christmas was quite different. There were no stores to buy gifts from, no mall Santas to take pictures with, and most traditions had died along with the old world. However, with two children in the house, we made an effort to keep the traditions alive. There were still gifts under the tree, and we left out cookies for Santa. Casey even wrote a note telling Santa all she and her new little sister wanted that year.

Evangeline Sophia Dixon was born just a few short months before Christmas and was the absolute light of our lives. She had bright blue eyes just like Daryl. her hair was bright blonde just like Daryl’s had been when he was younger.

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We all sat around the tree, Casey closest to the tree with 4 presents in front of her, and Daryl and I am little further away with the baby cradled in my arms. 2 of the presents in front of Casey were from Daryl and me, 1 was from Carol, and the last was from Glenn which was just handed to us yesterday by Maggie. She said he must’ve gotten it for her just weeks before his death. “Can I start? Can’t I start?” Casey exclaimed excitedly as her eyes flicked between each gift. “Yup, go ahead,” I reply with a nod. She immediately goes for the biggest box, which was from Daryl. when he put the large box under the tree two days ago. I asked, “What is it?” and he just shrugged before walking away. So, I still did not know what was in said box. She shakes it a few times before excitedly opening it. She gasps as she peers into the box. “Really?” she looks up at Daryl, her eyes wide with excitement. He gives her a nod before she pulls out a kid’s sized crossbow.

I don’t even know where he got it from, let alone one small enough for her. “Daryl” I muttered disapprovingly. She already had five million weapons. She had a gun, more knives than she could even count, and now a crossbow. “Will you teach me?!” she asks, as she examines the crossbow in her hands. “Yup.”

After opening the three other presents, which included some new clothes from Carol, a stuffed bunny from Glenn, and more toys from Daryl and me, we moved on to Evie’s gifts. Most of the presents for Evie were from Carol and Maggie. Each present from Carol was magnificently wrapped with the words “To Evie Sophia from Aunt Carol” written on them. Daryl unwrapped each present and then showed them to Evie, who was sitting on my lap. Though Evie didn’t seem to care about any of the gifts, Daryl still made the effort to show each one to her, cooing, “Look, Eve, it’s socks.” After Carol had told him that it was good for babies’ brains to talk to them as much as possible, he started talking to her about all sorts of things.

It was cute watching him take up the role of a father. Though he had been taking care of Casey for a few years, I had never seen him in the baby stage. He was so nurturing and caring, which was surprising to see in a man like him. Evie had already stolen his heart, even though she was just a few months old. It was truly adorable.

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kneaded

kit walker x reader

word count : 1.7k

warnings : kissing, hickeys, nun!reader, mentions of serial killers/knives, sister mary is here because i love her, short fic sry

a/n : i made this fic a while back (on ao3) and i feel like i should post it here because i haven’t posted in like 50 million years 🥸🥸. ummm, i got this idea from @/kai-anderson-whore so creds to them!

Working at an asylum wasn’t anything you’d ever expect, even after watching those films. It seemed like something new happened everyday, but all of the news you’d hear was only gossip from Sister Mary. Nowadays, your experience at Briarcliff was fairly uneventful, as all you’d do usually was work in the kitchen or search the beds. You can’t lie though, slow weeks like these would only bore you out.

That was until a week ago, the infamous serial killer, ‘Bloody Face’ had entered the arena. His real name, was Kit Walker, which rolled off his tongue beautifully when you had first spoke to him.

You and Kit had chit-chat every now and then, but nothing too exciting. You two were too nice sometimes, sharing some personal details about yourself to Kit, like the reason you became a nun and a bit about your family. He spoke to you respectfully, unlike the others, which probably was the reason you grew a bit fond of him. Even though he was accused of such heinous acts, something about him was genuine. You had to remind yourself to not completely see him as innocent, because liars spawned everywhere.

“Oh, he scares me.” Mary said, as she folded clothes with you in the laundry room. You and her were making a pretty neat pile now of the faded light-blue button ups, as another worker took your piles and walked off with them.

Sister Mary spoke in a hush tone to you now, “I heard that he even got into a fight on his first day.” She finished folding her last batch of clothes, standing up straight and wiping her forehead with the back of her hand. “Isn’t that insane of him?!”

You still had a couple more button-ups to fold, but you paused and turned your head to look up at her. “It’s an asylum, everything here is insane.” You nonchalantly replied, getting back to folding your clothes. Sister Mary let out a nervous chuckle, nodding. “Yeah…”

Sister Mary walked over to the other side of you, helping you fold your last clothes. “But… Sister, please be safe around him. I know you like to work solo, but tomorrow when you’ll be around all of those people… and cutlery- oh the knives…” She muttered to herself, worry floating around in her tone. You finished folding another button-up, watching Sister Mary fold your last one. You kept your gaze away from her, but spoke confidently. “Security will be outside of that kitchen, I will be okay, sister. I’m strong enough to handle a little heat.”

Sister Mary put your last folded button-up on your pile, silently urging a worker to come over and take the pile. She turned to you, scanning you up and down before reaching to your eyes. “…Maybe.” Sister Mary whispered, as you looked back at Sister Mary to catch her gaze.

-

On the day of the event, you had been kneading and baking bread the whole day. It had been several hours since you and the patients had been working, and most of them had left either from acting up, finishing baking, or just simply being bored of the work. It was only you and a couple patients in there, one of those standing survivors being Kit Walker.

Kit walked up to you, tapping the back of your shoulder as he stood to the right side of you. He looked down at you, raising his eyebrows as a silent greeting. You noticed the cut on his lip, darting your eyes from the cut and to his eyes repeatedly. You stayed quiet, turning around and getting back to work, waiting for him to speak.

“Sister?” He said, almost to a whisper, as you continued to knead your dough. You hummed, looking back at him quickly before eyeing back at your work. “I… wanted you to see if my bread was good enough, to bake…y’know.”

You stopped kneading your bread, grabbing a table cloth and wiping your hands with it as you nodded. You walked over to his section of the room, looking at his poorly kneaded bread. You chuckled, looking back at him. “Oh Kit… have you ever made bread before? This is barely folded…” You said lightheartedly, rolling your sleeves back up. “Let me finish this for you, yeah?”

Kit looked at you, his expression defeated and a bit deflated. He awkwardly chuckled, putting his hands up on the table and nodding. “Oh… I.. uh- didn’t know that. Sorry, Sister.” The 5’10 male admired your technique as you folded and kneaded his dough, his eyes trailing to your flexed biceps and shoulders as you put more strain on them. “H-how do you know when the dough is… good enough?” He said softly, his eyes focusing on your hands still. You turned back to him, his eyes shooting back up to meet yours.

You raised your eyebrows, looking down at the table again and then spotting his veined hands, grabbing one and using his finger to poke the dough. “See how the dough didn’t spring back up? When it does, that’s when you’re done kneading.” You explained, as he nodded, his eyes fixated on the hand-to-hand contact. You let go, listening to him breathe out and let a small smile raise on his face. “What’s so funny?” You asked, your cheeks twitching into a grin too out of habit.

“Your hands… are, um…” He looked up at you, breathily chuckling. “They’re just so soft.” He sighed, looking down at the floor in embarrassment as he slot his bottom lip between his teeth. You stayed quiet, processing what he had said as you tried to not smile. You shrugged, shaking your head. “Mr. Walker, it’s not appropriate for you to be saying such things to nuns…” You giggled, as he looked back at you and quickly nodded, his face going hot from shame. You looked around, Kit mirroring your actions as the two of you realized that there wasn’t anyone else in the kitchen but you. You turned back to him, nodding. “Thank you, though. That’s very kind of you.”

“…Of course.” Kit responded, his eyes trailing back to your hands. He brung his sweaty hand closer to yours, just briefly making contact with your hand. “May I..?” He asked, silently insinuating that he wanted to touch your hand again. You looked back at him, nodding slowly as you brung your hand up near your face for him to touch. His finger pads poking the small fat pads in your hands, as he completely brung his fingers to your thumb and started stroking it ever so gently. It wasn’t common for you to be touched like this, but you could feel your guard starting to slip. A lump formed in your throat, his eyes focused on your hands while you didn’t even know where to look. His eyes soon met your nervous ones, and a wave of awkward thoughts and silence flew between whatever small space of proximity you both had.

Whatever shameful thoughts took over, feeling yourself lean in a bit closer to his now parted lips. Your eyelids were nearly closed shut, feeling your lips hovering over his for what felt like eternity before he sealed the kiss by leaning in closer, a hand snaking around your waist as another settled on your ribcage. He was the first to pull back, keeping his eyes on you and then turning around to keep watch incase if someone had walked in. You stayed frozen still, your fingers sliding up to the nape of his neck. Kit turned back around, kissing you again with more warmth and confidence than before, peeling his hand from your waist and down to your thigh, helping you up on the table so that you could sit down comfortably while he traced his tongue on your bottom lip.

He kept his hand on your thigh, massaging it sensually as you rested your arms on his shoulders, continuing to bite and kiss at his lips. He pulled back, nuzzling his nose into your neck as he gave small kitten licks before kissing at it. You let in a sharp intake of air, quickly forcing a palm over your mouth as you breathed heavily, looking up and giving him more leeway to work his ravenous tongue on your neck. His other hand gripped more firmly on your waist, trying to get you to stop squirming as he sucked on the exposed skin. All you could register was pleasure, and not the fact that your brown haired patient was about to leave a hickey on your neck.

He made out with the section of your neck for another minute or so, as you let out encouraging breaths and groans every now and then. He pulled back, looking at the artwork he had left on you before looking straight at the true art, your eyes. You stared at him for a bit, your head falling back down to earth and hitting the floor like a meteor. You shuffled off the table, brushing off the flour on you and fixing your clothes. He looked at you, and then back at the dough.

“Fuck- I don’t know what... fuck” He shakily said, picking his dough up and kneading it a bit, his breathing uneven. You shook your head, pushing him off the dough. He turned to you as you spoke, being as nervous as him. “Is it bad? Is it deep?” You asked, pointing at your neck. He nodded, but moved your headpiece around so that it could be covered up. “It’s fine, nobody will know.” He replied, now being too hesitant to touch you despite him being real eager minute ago.

“You should go, Kit.” You muttered, urging him away from the now cold dough as you kneaded it. “I’ll take care of whatever’s left.”

He watched you, guilt roaming in his gaze as he nodded. You couldn’t turn to look back at him, shocked at your own actions. You heard his footsteps inch away from you. You turned to watch him walk, but then decided to speak up before he could actually hit the door.

“I’ll see you later, Kit.”

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Will o’ the Wisp - Ch. 6 (Umbrella Academy WIP)

Author's note: Another chapter. Events of Episode 1x05 Number Five. A reminder I am not of Latin heritage and I haven't taken a Spanish course since 2008. So please forgive that aspect. I'm not trying to disrespect anyone, but it was requested. I don't focus on that aspect of the original request often, but I do remember it is there. Rough translations are at the end of the chapter. (I checked multiple translation websites not just google translate, ReversoDictionary is slowly becoming a favorite, I like their examples set up.)

So as it goes, Y/N = your name. Y/N/N = your nickname.  Reader pronouns She/Her.

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Primary Pairing: Diego Hargreeves x Female!Reader (Slow Burn)

Series/TUA Masterlist

Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 7

Word count: 4k+

Content Warning: Shooting, Gun Violence, Gunshot Wounds, Mentions of Death, Blood, Knives, Arguing, Sibling Rivalry, Guilt, Cussing/Swearing, Canon Typical Neglect, Manipulation, Violence, Angst, Drinking, Bar Fight

Chapter 6: Serious Discussions and Stakeouts 

“Piece of shit,” Diego spits out as he and Y/N get back to the boiler room.

Luther can tell something is very wrong by just looking at his siblings as they return. Diego seems livid, and the glow around their sister was basically broadcasting that something horrible had happened. Anxiety and sadness rolled off her in deep blue shades. So when Diego showed no sign of stopping. Luther knew he needed to step in.

“Do you have any idea what you just did?” Diego says just before Luther intercepts him in what is essentially a violent bear hug and lifts Diego off the ground. “No! Let me-” Diego fights in vain. Luther looks at his sister, a million questions in his head. She shakes her head, and it answers the most important ones. No, Klaus. Nothing good happened. Nothing helpful. Diego keeps fighting. “Get your ape hands off me!” The light around her pulses in intensity as it happens, but she knows stepping in might make things worse. 

“I can do this as long as it takes you to calm down,” Luther states.

“Diego…” she starts.

“Fine,” Diego relents.

“Now, wanna tell us what you’re talking about?”

“Our brother’s been pretty busy since he got back. He was in the middle of that shootout at Griddy’s, and then at Gimble Brothers, after the guys in masks attacked the Academy, looking for him,” Diego explains. 

“None of which is any of your concern,” Five says.

“Is now,” she says. 

“They just killed my friend,” Diego states. She knew that was an understatement, but he clearly didn’t want them to know more than that. He’s hurting, and she knows it. So she moves forward and puts a hand on his arm. Not sure if she is more trying to calm him or reassure herself that he is even somewhere near okay. 

“What did you bring back with you?” she says as she looks at Five.

“Who are they, Five?”

“They work for my former employer,” Five explains. “A woman called The Handler. She sent them to stop me. Then soon as Diego’s friend got in their way, well, fair game.” 

She is quick to put herself between Diego and their brothers. Her hand goes to his chest to get him to look at her. “I know,” she whispers to Diego. Then she does something she rarely does but knows it usually works with him. She uses the one thing they both have in common. Something he always saw at theirs. Their language. “Su culpa o no. Mantente enfocado.” He glances at her, a bit shocked, but he nods. He looks at her only for a second before his focus is back on Five.

“Now they’re my fair game,” Diego tells Five. “And I’m gonna see to it they pay.”

“That would be a mistake, Diego,” Five tells him. “They’ve killed people far more dangerous than you.” She feels him tense up under her hand, but neither moves. He glances at her again.

“Yeah, we’ll see about that.” Diego storms out. She thinks about following him but decides to give him a minute to himself. She looks from the door to Luther and Five. Luther looks at her with an odd look before he sighs and turns back to Five. 

“Former employer?” Luther asks. “What's this really about? And don't give me any of this ‘It's none of your business’ crap, all right?”

“Well, it's a long story.”

“You said you’d explain it all to me,” she insists. “I’ve done everything you asked of me. Long story or not, you owe me.”

“They turned me into the perfect instrument for the rehabilitation of the time continuum,” Five begins to explain. “Or ‘corrections,’ as they called them. I wasn't the only one. There are others like me. Beings out of time, fractured, extracted from the lives that they knew. I don't know how they got there. But I do know that none of them were as good as me. They didn't realize it, but I was biding my time, trying to figure out the right equation so I could get back. If I could just get back, I knew I could stop the apocalypse. Save the world. So I broke my contract.”

“So…you were a hitman?” Luther asks.

“Yes.” Five’s answer was simple and somewhat world-shattering to his siblings. 

“Wow,” she says. “You know they shot me, right?”

Five looks at her. He could vaguely remember one of them mentioning that while he was drunk.

She pulls her arm out of her jacket and angrily strips off the bandage, despite Luther trying to stop her. 

“Look at it!” she yells at Five. The skin around the neat row of stitches is angry and bruised. It’s unhealed and looks painful. “The only reason I’m not as dead as Detective Patch is that I shoved the barrel of the gun with a superheated fist, and it jammed after that shot because I damaged it.”

Luther sighs and takes the bandages that had been gripped tight in her hand, and rewraps her wound. “You need new bandages.”

“I’ll deal with it at the house.” She looks at Five. “You might think you are protecting us by not telling us these things, that they don't matter, but it just means we have no idea what we are up against, and someone else is going to end up dead. Klaus is missing. Patch is dead. Grace is gone. So you want to keep us from whatever fate you saw, then get your shit together and do what you asked me to do, trust each other. Trust me. Trust us. Now I’m going to find our angry vigilante brother before someone gets stabbed, and then I’m going to look for Klaus, my way.” She leaves, letting the door slam as she does. 

Luther finally asks the question that he has been wanting to ask. “A hitman, uh…I mean, you had a code, right?” You didn’t kill just anybody.”

“No code. We took out anyone who messed with the timeline.”

“What about innocent people?” 

“It was the only way I could get back here.”

“But that’s murder.”

“Jesus, Luther, grow up. We’re not kids anymore. There’s no such thing as good guys or bad guys. There’s just people goin’ about their lives. But when the world ends all those people die, including our family. Time changes everything.”

When she catches up with Diego as he staking out the donut shop. He doesn’t miss the way the Wisp seems to take on an intense energy beyond even its usual glow. He knew it was because Klaus was still nowhere to be found, even for her little lights. But the Wisp was crackling and buzzing, mirroring the way she can't seem to settle for long. Something he hadn't seen her do much of since they were kids, and Five failed to show back up for dinner. And the next dinner. Every dinner until a couple nights ago. Reginald had scolded her for making her anxieties so obvious for anyone to see. It was a weakness. One that Diego had wanted to stab the man for pointing out. How was pointing out she was scared or anxious going to help her be anything but more scared or anxious? Back then, he'd just tried to help the others distract her. When he was a dumb kid, sometimes that was done by pushing her buttons to piss her off. Make her less weak and more intimidating. In hindsight, that was absolutely the opposite of what she needed. 

“He’ll show up,” Diego assures her. “This is Klaus. He always comes crawling back to you.”

“This is different,” she admits. “You saw that motel room, and I can usually at least find him.”

“We’ll find him,” he insists. “We find the people that took him, that shot you, and we’ll get answers.” He doesn’t really want to think too hard about the fact that he had come close to losing her and Eudora in less than a day. Professional hitmen shot two of the only people he cares about, and Eudora is dead. He’s lucky to still have his sister with him. And she doesn’t even seem phased by it. She’s more worried about Klaus. He reaches over and finds her hand and squeezes it. “We will. You’ll see.”

They get back to the Academy, and Diego helps her change her bandages. They hear voices near their rooms. She checks it out with the Wisp.

“Klaus!” She shouts and runs to his room. She nearly tackles him in a hug. 

Klaus hugs her back and says to someone or something she couldn't see, "See, I knew Sunshine would care.”

“We were kind of in the middle of something, Y/N,” Five says. She glares at him but looks back to Klaus."I searched the whole damn city TWICE! When we found Patch and that awful room…I didn’t- What happened? Where were you?" A look of absolute confusion covers her face as she takes in his appearance. He looks different. She tries to find every little difference. "What- are you wearing?” She looks at the dog tags. “Who? Where-whatever," she waved all that off and hugs him again. "Don't scare me like that. I didn't think I'd ever see you again." 

"For a while, I wasn't sure you would either," Klaus states.

"Oh, Klaus," she hugs him tighter. 

“Klaus, where’s the briefcase?” 

“What briefcase?” she asks.

“Gone,” Klaus answers. “I destroyed it. Poof.”

“What the hell were you thinking?” Five gets angry.

“What do you care?” Klaus asks.

“What do I care? I needed it, you moron, so I could get back. I could start over.”

“Whoa, hey,” she tries but is ignored again.

“Just Just - Where you going?” 

“Interrogation's over. Just leave.”

“What a dick,” she mutters and looks back at Klaus. “I don’t know what he’s mad about, but you-”

“Don’t worry about it,” Klaus says, with a smile that is barely there and doesn’t reach his eyes. “I missed you, Sunshine.”

“Klaus,” her brows furrow in concern at his words, earning a sad chuckle from him.

“Not much light or good where I was, especially after…” his eyes get this far-off look to them, but he seems to shake himself. He gives her a kiss on the forehead. An action she genuinely is confused by. Unbeknownst to her, it was more Ben pushing Klaus not to scare her that made him do it. She stays with Klaus but uses the Wisp to check on Diego. When she notices he is leaving she goes after him. Klaus follows her.

“You look like shit,” Diego tells him. She rolls her eyes.

“Why, thank you,” Klaus replies.

“Where are you going?” she asks. 

“Yeah, where you going?” Klaus repeats. 

“Nope,” Diego says.

“What?” Klaus asks. 

“Diego,” she starts. 

“You need sleep,” he points at her and then at Klaus. “And I’m not giving you a ride.”

“Oh, come on, man,” Klaus says.

“I’m fine, and I barely even used my powers to find him. I’m going with you,” she says.

“He can drive himself,” Diego argues.

“He can’t drive,” she answers. “Please, Diego.”

Diego looks between the two, and of course, Diego caves. Klaus wonders when exactly that became a thing as he goes to get his things. Sure, the two weren’t trying to kill each other before, but he wasn’t gone that long for them. Diego knows it's not even worth arguing now. Not with the sad and desperate look on his sister’s face. She made him worry more about Klaus than he usually did. So he agrees. 

Both Y/N and Diego were weirded out by how quiet their brother was. She keeps sending them both worried looks. 

"You okay?" Diego asks their unusually silent brother. He doesn't get an answer. 

"Klaus?" She asks. He just shakes his head. 

"Wow, this is a first. Our brother Klaus is silent."

"Diego," she chides him. 

"Last time you were this quiet, we were 12."

She punches Diego in the arm, but it didn't deter him.

"Ran down the stairs wearing Grace's heels, tripped over, and broke your jaw. How long was it wired shut for?"

"Eight weeks," Klaus answers.

"Eight glorious weeks of bliss," Diego says.

"That's enough, Diego." She glares at him.

"Hey, just…just drop me off here."

"Klaus…" she starts.

"You sure you’re okay, man?" Diego asks him. Klaus just gets out of the car. 

"Was that necessary,” she says, her annoyance obvious in her tone. “Bringing that up? He is clearly in a bad state, and you just-"

"Are you going to keep lecturing, or are we going to go after him?" 

"You're an asshole," she says and gets out of the car and goes into the VFW after Klaus.

“Just go away, please,” Klaus tells them.

“You know I’m not going to do that,” she says.

“Not until you talk to us,” Diego states. 

“Is that a threat? You threatening me?” 

“Hey, guys. This bar? It's for vets only.”

“I am a vet,” Klaus says. 

“Really?” the guy chuckles. “Where'd you serve?”

“None of your business,” Klaus replies.

“You got balls comin' in here, pretendin' you're one of us.” The guy says.

“Oh, I have every right to be here, just like you.”

“Asshole.”

Diego steps in to try and prevent a fight. “Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.”

“Klaus, I need you to talk to me,” his sister says. “Tell me what’s going on.”

“I did serve, Sunshine,” Klaus shows her the dog tags, and despite her confusion, she nods. 

“Okay, that’s-” She starts to say they’d talk about that in the car, but she sees Diego trying to keep things from completely going to shit. 

Klaus goes to drink more. 

“Klaus,” she grabs his arm.

“Slow down, Marine.” Diego tries to help defuse the situation with one of the bar’s patrons. “Alright, my brother's just had a few too many. Let's just call it a day; all go our own way.”

“Sure thing,” the guy says.

“Thank you,” Diego says. “Klaus-”

“As long as you apologize,” the guy says. 

Klaus giggles. Y/N physically winces. 

“Fine.”

“I'm sorry,” Diego says. “He's sorry. We're all sorry.” She nods. “So, are we good?”

“I wanna hear him say it,” the guy says, gesturing to Klaus.

“Hey, man, I'm just trying to -” Diego starts, but Klaus cuts him off. 

“No, no,” Klaus says. He pulls his sister’s hand off of his arm and walks towards the man. “He's right, Diego.”

“Oh, no,” she murmurs to herself. She knows that tone. She could feel everything was about to go sideways.

“He's right,” Klaus repeats. “He's right.” Y/N looks at Diego, her eyes wide as Klaus adds, “I'd like to apologize that you are depriving some village of their idiot!”

Diego shouts as a fight breaks out. 

“Don’t even think about it!” Diego shouts at her, but she ignores him and joins the scuffle. A guy goes to grab her, and without hesitation, Diego throws a knife. “Touch her, and I’ll end you.” She rolls her eyes but doesn’t argue. 

It ends with all of them being thrown out.  Klaus laughs when they finally get back in the car and head to where Diego had wanted to go in the first place. To stake out the Donut shop. 

“You got a big mouth. You know that?” Diego tells Klaus. 

“Oh, wow. What a truly shocking revelation, Diego.”

“Everything's a big joke to you, right?” Diego says. “Will you-stop it-” Diego takes the rest of Klaus’ stash from him. “Why are you putting this shit in your body?"

Klaus blows a raspberry at him. “Hey, Sunshine, what do you think?” he shows her his newest tattoo, a military one.

“Klaus…” she starts.

“Check this out.” Diego pulls up his shirt and pats his own abs. “My body is a temple.” Y/N can’t help but snort out a laugh. Diego glares at her but continues. 

“All that shit you do,” Diego says, “it's just weakness.”

“Oh, wow,” Klaus replies, “Well, weakness feels so good.”

“What's goin' on with you? Huh?” Diego asks, starting to really lose his patience.

“Diego,” She cautions. The glimmer that always surrounds her seems to hum along with its usual melancholic hue. Both her brothers know it means she’s worried if either one was paying attention. “Please don’t-” 

“Don't hit me, asshole!”

“Guys!” she shouts, but they ignore her. 

“Don't tell me everything is all right because I saw you in there. You were crying like a baby!”

“DIEGO!” she wants to slap him. A spark of red light flashes, but it settles almost as fast. It turns deep blue, as Klaus explains.  

“Because I lost someone!” Klaus sighs. “I lost someone. The only…” he sighs again. “The only person I've ever truly loved more than myself. Cheers.” He puts a pill in his mouth.

“Well, you're luckier than most,” Diego tells him. “When you lose someone, at least you can see them whenever you want.” 

“I know it hurts, Klaus,” she says. “But you can talk to us. You can talk to me. You know I’m always going to have your back.”

“You really were going to fight that guy, not even with your powers,” Klaus says. “Just going to jump right in.”

“If someone hadn’t stopped me,” she says, glaring at Diego. 

“He was twice your size, you weren’t using your powers, and you're still injured,” Diego states.

“You’d still be mad if I had used them,” she argues. “And I’m fine, Diego.”

Earning a chuckle from Klaus. “She’s right. You’d be pissed either way.”

“Because you started a bar fight in a room of guys that fought for a living.”

"Fine, I'll ask," Klaus mumbles. His sister and brother share a confused glance before Klaus looks over at her. "You're injured?"

"Yeah, she got shot by those psychos that took you."

"They shot you?" Something in Klaus's tone and the way he starts moving closer and reaching out for her has Diego on edge. And she looks between the two, alarm clear in her eyes and the glow around her. Klaus grips her arm a bit too tight in the process. "Where? Is it-" 

"Whoa, Klaus, buddy," Diego goes to stop him, but their sister shakes her head. She manages to pry his hand off her and cups them between her own.

"Diego has been exaggerating the whole thing since it happened." She ignores the grunt of protest from said man. "I needed a few stitches, but it's nothing major." She pulled her jacket off and her shirt sleeve up. Ignoring a glare from Diego as she undid the bandage to show Klaus she really was fine. It looked as bad as it had before, but it was taken care of and on the way to healing. Or it would be if she left it wrapped. Something in her broke at the way Klaus seemed to study her carefully before finally relaxing. 

"You really went through some shit, didn't you?” Diego asks his brother before rolling his eyes and swatting Y/N's hand away from where she was trying to keep her sleeve up and replace the bandage single-handedly. 

"You wouldn't believe it if I told you," Klaus states. "Try not to get shot again. Okay, Sunshine? I don't need any more ghosts."

"Going to take a lot more than some loony toons in masks to end us, Klaus," she assures him.

"Good."

"And next time I see them, I'm putting Wisp's fist through an eye socket and will boil their brains inside their own skulls," she states. "What?" She asks when Diego stares at her with abject horror on his face. 

"That's dark," Klaus chuckles, "Especially for you, Sunshine."

"Well, they tried to take not one but two brothers from me, shot up the academy, scared V, and dropped a chandelier on Luther."

"And shot you," Diego adds.

"That too. So I will not hesitate next time."

"You are scary now,” Klaus smirks. “And I kinda love that for you."

"Seriously?" Diego glares at Klaus. 

"What? You always thought she needed to be a better brawler. Well, here she is."

"Yeah, well,” Diego shook his head. “You didn't have to see it."

"I would pay to," Klaus admits.

"Klaus!" Diego glares at him

"What?” Klaus looks at him like her boiling someone's brain is the most logical action possible in their situation. “She'd kill for me. Am I not supposed to find that sweet?"

"Sometimes I forget how insane this family is, even for like half a second."

“That's our man,” Diego says as they see Hazel getting into his car.

“Hey, I know that guy,” Klaus states.

“What?” Y/N stares at him.

“How could you possibly know that?” Diego asks.

“He and a really angry lady tortured me,” Klaus informs them. “I barely got out with my life.”

Diego starts the car and follows him.

“We gotta get this guy.”

“Stay in the car,” Diego tells them once they get to the motel.

“What are you talking about,” Klaus argues. “This guy tortured me!”

“I have a plan,” Diego says and gets out of the car.

“Well, that plan better include me,” she tells him as she gets out.

“It does not, so you stay here.”

“It’s cute you think that will even remotely work,” Klaus says from the car. “Especially on Sunshine.”

He doesn’t even bother with a response, just walks toward the motel stairs.

“How long should we let him think he’s getting his way?”

“15 more seconds? Yeah?” She says.

“Works for me,” Klaus nods and gets out of the car.

“So what exactly is the plan here, big guy?” Klaus says as he walks up behind Diego, just as Diego moves to rush the noisy motel room.

“I told you to wait in the car,” Diego complains, not even bothering to look back. He shakes his head when he hears his sister laugh.

“Yeah,” Klaus states. “But you also told me that licking a nine-volt battery would give me pubes.”

“We were eight,” Diego counters. 

“You believed him, even when I told you he was being a jerk,” Y/N shakes her head. Diego glares at them.

“What?” Klaus says. “Come on.”

“For once, I need you to listen to me, okay?”

“Yeah, right,” she shakes her head. 

Diego continues. “Now, go back to the car. If I don't come out in two minutes, that means I'm probably dead.”

“Not happening,” she states.

“That happens. Go get help,” Diego says.

She stands in front of him. “Hi, I’m help and I’m already here.”

“Then stay here,” he says.

“Just let me-” he is already heading into the motel room before she can offer to do it her way.

A car speeds past and gunshots ring out. Diego shouts. Klaus pulls Diego back almost on instinct, but a bullet pierces Diego's arm. 

“Oh man,” Klaus says as Diego attempts to catch his breath. “See? You used to think I was an idiot.”

“I still think you’re an idiot,” Diego replies.

“You’re both idiots.” She uses the Wisp to make sure the coast is clear, including the motel room, and ushers them both to the car. But the car is useless. 

“Was this all part of your master plan?” Klaus snarks.

“Shut up,” Diego glares. 

She curses their luck in multiple languages before turning back to Diego to get a better look at his arm. Part of her wants to find them and follow them with the Wisp. She wants to make good on the threat of boiling their brains. But she needs to prioritize. She can find them later. Now, she needs to take care of her brother’s bleeding arm. 

"Oh yay, now we have matching gunshot wounds," she grumbles. She takes one of his knives, and despite his protest, she cuts his sleeve. He won't admit it out loud, but that distracted him for a moment longer than it should have, especially as he watches her flex her fingers. Her eyes glow as she heats her hand, and he shakes his head and focuses. 

“Get it over with,” he grits out. 

“Don’t rush me,” she says. “Gonna have my pretty li’l handprint forever on your arm soon enough. Just give me a second.” She looks up from his wound to meet his eyes. “You might want to bite down on something.” When he doesn’t, she rolls her glowing eyes. “Fine, but don’t blame me if you crack a tooth.” She clamps her hand down on the wound, her fingers curling around to make sure it covers. Her unheated hand moves to his neck to keep him from moving too much. She can feel his muscles go tight and the way his body fights her. Klaus helps hold him still. She shakes the heat out of her hand when its done. 

“Breathe,” she tells him. Her now cooled hand moved to the side of his face, brushing away tears she knows are there because of how much it hurt when she does that. “Stay with me. Okay? We need you.” He nods, dropping his forehead to hers.   

 Y/N cannot believe she let them talk her into this. She braces herself as Klaus drives the ice cream truck faster than it is most likely supposed to go. She tries not to think about the fact she is literally sitting in an injured Diego’s lap. His uninjured arm grips her tight. She just keeps mentally repeating that she loves her brothers and this is for the best. She superheats her grip and digs her fingers into the panel in front of them as she braces as they hit Hazel and Cha-Cha’s car. She is on her feet and pulling Diego after her as soon as the vehicle stops. 

“Five!” Luther calls out for Five. 

“You still with me?” She asks Diego as they stumble out of the truck.

“My shoes hurt,” he answers. She looks up and meets Klaus’ gaze. Luther rushes over to them to try and get them out of harm's way. 

“What the hell are you guys doing here?” Luther asks.

She scans the area with the Wisp as they hurry to the car. “Five isn’t here. We need to go, now!” she shouts to them.   

“Luther, go!” Klaus shouts. “Go!” They make as quick a getaway as the old car can handle. 

In the car, she looks at Diego. “You still with me?”

“Claro que sí,” he says.

“Siga siendo así.” She grins.

Translations:

"Su culpa o no. Mantente enfocado" His fault (or guilt) or not. Stay focused.

“Claro que sí." Yes, of course.

“Siga siendo así.” Keep it that way.

[refiwrites]

Who The Hell Are You?

Pairing: Deckard Shaw x Reader

Requested?: Yes

Summary: Dominic had kept all the things he did throughout the years a secret from you, until the one who’s seeking revenge kidnaps you.

Word Count: 2.0K

Warning/s: violence, kidnapping, swearing, knives

Note: oh wow I suck at summaries don't I... nonetheless I never expected it to be this long, enjoy!

GIF is not mine, credits to the owner!

“What? No, I’m not, I’m not. Where’d you even get that?” Dom laughs as he held the phone to his ear. “I don’t know what things you’re into nowadays but I know you’re always getting in trouble somehow.” The voice speaks through the phone.

“Ah, tough luck since there’s no sign of trouble here.” Dom tilts his head to the side with a heavy sigh. He didn’t want to lie but he also didn’t want a relative of his to get involved in what he’s currently in as of now.

The last thing he wanted was someone to find out about you, his cousin that he treats like a second sister close to Mia.

“I do hope so, hey by the way, how’s Mia?” You ask as you took your time walking to your next class for the day. “And what about me?” Mia suddenly grabs the phone from Dom’s hand, a shocked expression worn on his face as Mia laughed it off.

“Mia! Hey I missed you, how’s it going with the kid?” You enthusiastically ask.

Mia sighs gleefully as Dom smiled, “Oh Jack’s amazing, he’s been getting chatty lately, you should hear him talk on and on.” She laughs.

You sigh. “I really wish I could be there just for a week or two, I can’t even remember when was the last time we saw each other in person!”

Dom and Mia looked at each other, Dom reached his hand out for Mia to give him the phone.

“Me too (Y/N), I promise either we’ll see you soon or you’ll see us soon.” Mia bids goodbye as Dom took the phone, talking to you again.

“Look, here’s the deal, when we have our free time then we’ll go over there and you, you can make us that meal that we really like.” Dom smiles.

“Promise me that and I’ll make millions of those.” You joke as you approached the door, frowning as you realized you have to say goodbye again.

“Alright Dom, I’m about to go ahead and teach, I’ll call you guys later alright?”

“Sure (Y/N), good luck.”

With that, you hung up and opened the door with a smile on your face.

As Dom looked at his phone, he sighed. Its better if you weren’t involved in what they’re doing, he might have made a million excuses up in his mind but he knows that you’ll eventually have to know before anyone started coming for you.

But that scenario seemed to be far enough as he made sure his family background stayed shut from prying eyes.

“What do you think she’ll say when she finds out about all the stuff we’ve done?” Mia asked.

“I just hope not.” Dom shrugged as he straightened himself up.

“Any lead on Shaw?” Dom turned to ask Brian.

“Zero, but we’ll keep looking.” He answered.

You bid goodbye as your students one by one piled out of the classroom. You packed your stuff and cleaned a few thrown papers across the room.

“Children.” You sigh.

You also bid goodbye to your co-teachers as you headed to your car. It was a simple Hyundai Sonata that you worked hard for.

You got in the driver’s seat as you placed your bag in the passenger’s seat. Starting the car, you turned to see what the time was.

4:12pm

Shrugging, you went and drove home.

Singing along to some popular song on the radio, you looked through your rear-view mirror, spotting a white vehicle that’s been on your tail for quite a while now. You’d be lying if you said it didn’t make you feel anxious, but you were never one for jumping to conclusions. So you thought maybe it was just a new person trying to navigate their way.

As you pulled up on your driveway, you saw the car finally speeding past your house, going farther away. You breathed in deeply, anxiety ridding itself in you. “That was weird.”

You grabbed your bags and walked inside your house.

After changing into a clean pair of clothes, you decide on cleaning the house for a while before heading on to fix your lesson plans. Cleaning the house and making dinner also took a few hours than expected which tired you out.

It was currently 10:00 in the evening as you sat on your desk, pen in hand as you ran your errands, checking and noting. “I need a break.” You announced to no one but yourself, standing up to head to the kitchen to grab a glass of water.

As you sipped the cold beverage, an unsettling feeling crawled upon your back. There was that feeling again. The feeling that you were being watched. That you were unsafe even in your own home. You hadn’t felt this before so you shrugged, maybe it was just fatigue or you’ve been watching one to many thriller movies.

Then you remembered the white car earlier. You shook your head, placing the glass in the sink. Really, you were going to let a car that was going on the same road as you fill you with fear?

‘I must be going crazy’ You thought as you made your way back onto your desk, you looked up on the clock. It read 10:15pm.

You sigh, wanting to finish the rest of your work tomorrow but deciding against it since you knew it’ll just pile up more in the following days.

But it felt like fate had different plans for you tonight.

You paused as you heard a creak from your desk. It sounded like someone was typing. You sucked in a breath. Maybe its just your thoughts.

Maybe it isn’t.

You swallowed, palms already sweating. ‘What the hell, please don’t let me die today’

Deciding to creep upon the side of the wall which led inside to your office, you shuffled. Leaning your head to the side, you could almost hear yourself audibly gasp.

There, on your desk sat a rather average man, typing away on your computer as if it was his own, who looked to be eyeing some information. It seemed like you were staring far too long as he looked up and immediately came in contact with you.

‘Fuck!’ You screamed in your head as your feet already tried to run away. “Hey!” He spoke in a thick British accent, hearing him stand up as his loud steps tried to reach for you. You turned your back to him, grabbing a kitchen knife to try and protect yourself.

You look at him, he didn’t even dare to cover his face as he stood tall, looking at you. “Aw, that’s cute, d’you want some butterknife as well?”

“What the fuck are you doing in my house?” You spat.

“Toretto hasn’t done a very good job in keeping his family secret, doesn’t he?” He said.

“Dom? What’s he got to do with this?” You knit your brows together.

He looked surprise. “Oh? You don’t know all the trouble he’s put me up with?”

“Trouble?”

He shakes his head, taking sudden steps towards you. “Doesn’t matter, the only way he’d only show up is if I have one of his, which is you, if you haven’t got that yet-“ He spoke. “Look, I’d like to do this without any mess.”

“Like I’d fucking let you do that.” You hissed.

“Christ, you’re really feisty, you’re like Toretto, refusing to go down without a fight, huh?” He continued talking as he was now near you.

You tried moving away but he was already moving. Veins filling with adrenaline, you lunged at him as he did as well, you tried to injure him, but he was too quick to disarm you and bend your wrist. You let out a loud scream.

“Come on, don’t put up a fight with me now.” He grunted. You decide to put your skills to the test as you swept your feet under him, his back landing with a loud thud on the ground, he wasn’t expecting that from someone like you. You freed your hands from his wrist as you kneeled, throwing a quick but successful punch to his face. Though he was quick to counter as he easily lifted you off the ground and flipping you, now your back was the one on the ground.

“You’re really not making this easier for me.”

“Fuck you!” You scream, deciding to bite his arm which he let out a hiss at.

You struggled free, kicking him square on the chest. Standing up, you tried to ran towards your door. It was only a few feet away but an arm wrapping around your waist prevented you from escaping. “Let me go!” You kicked around but a cloth was forced to your nose and mouth, making you feel dizzy.

The last thing you felt and saw was yourself being thrown over the man’s shoulder and the white car.

You could hear the faint rumbling of the car on the road as you slowly regained consciousness.

“Ah, was just wonderin’ when you’ll wake up.”

Your eyes widened, the first instinct you had was to smack him in the face, but your bound wrists prevented you from doing so. You wiggled your feet to find out they were also cuffed together.

At least he was nice enough to not tape your mouth shut.

“Where are you taking me?” You rasp.

“Won’t be long now, but for the mean time you can tell me how long Dominic plans to keep on hiding from me.”

“From you? What’s Dominic got to do with this?” You ask. He scoffs, giving you a sideways glance before turning his attention back onto the street.

“Don’t play dumb with me, you know what he’s done.”

What the fuck has Dominic done now?

“I don’t, believe me.” You admit.

“Never looked at the news?” He scoffed again.

You were about to open your mouth when he spoke already.

“You’ve never heard about what they’ve been doing all this time? Your cousin and his ‘crew’s fiasco at the airport almost caused the life of my dear brother.”

You were at loss for words. Had Dominic been lying to you all this time? Surely this guy’s lying, right?

The rest of the car ride was spent in silence. Then it came to a halt in front of somewhat an abandoned warehouse.

Then and there you felt the fear seep in you again, what does he want with you and importantly, why does everything seemed to relate to Dom?

“Alright we’re here, though do your best to scream, no one would probably hear ya.” He shrugged, stepping out of the car, slamming the door shut. You looked at him as he made his way over to the passenger side. He opened the door and pulled you out, ushering you into the warehouse.

You expected it to be dark, but when he opened it, you had to squint your eyes from the brightness. “Now, you’ll stay here.” He said, placing you inside of a cell-like room.

“Did you really make a cell here for the people you kidnap?” You annoyingly say. He turns to you, phone in hand and shrugs. “Only when necessary.” Before turning back again.

You look around for a means to escape, glancing at him, he held the phone to his ear. “Ah, Dominic Toretto.”

Your eyes widened. “Dom! Dominic help me!” You shout, making him face you, placing a finger up to his mouth, but then chuckling as he turned on the speaker.

“What the hell did you do?” You heard Dominic ask through the phone. “Dom!” You shout again. Deckard shakes his head and speaks up. “Might I say Dominic, she quite packs a punch, d’you teach her that?”

Dominic continued to speak, even through the phone you could feel his seething anger, but what could he do if he was miles away? And what the hell is everything all about?

“She doesn’t even know a single thing you did, Dominic, I’ll give you that,” He chuckles. “You’re a good liar.”

“Don’t touch her.”

“I’m just here to avenge my brother, Dom, maybe you’re the criminal that shouldn’t touch your own family.”

You furrowed your eyebrows as you began to feel dizzy with all the things you were hearing.

“I swear to God—”

“Tough luck, Dominic,” Deckard says, walking closer and stopping in front of you. “come and get her.”

[queentala]

My World

Rowan Whitethorn x reader

Summary: No one asked, everyone needed: daddy Rowan (sorry to disappoint some of you but it's not in a dirty way )

Words: 3349

Warning: I was too tired to check the finished piece so I might slightly edit it tomorrow. Also sorry for any mistakes, like I said, I finished it half asleep.

After whole exhausting week away in Doranelle the only thing Rowan could think about was going home, sweeping his little family into arms and spending peaceful evening with people he loved the most in the world. He dreamed of nothing more when autumn wind caressed white-tailed hawk’s feathers, leading him over still green fields and forests. Afternoon sun cast a golden glow at the land beneath him accompanying the warrior in his journey through the skies. The moment seemed perfect. A joyful shout escaped Rowan’s mouth when on the horizon appeared the range of mountains at whose feet his house stood. Catching west wind the hawk flapped his strong wings with vigor and sped towards big cottage made of wood and stone where his reasons to live awaited.

During last three years there rarely was peace and quiet in the house that Rowan build for his mate and future children decades ago. Cheerful laughs and shouts, soft singing and patters of little feet running around the living room or garden could always be heard from miles away. That’s why Rowan was strongly surprised when he shifted into Fae form and walked through the front door only to be greeted by dead silence.

The interior of the house was spacious but cozy thanks to soft couches and armchairs decorated with tons of pillows and blankets, stone walls perfectly matched wooden ceiling and outside the big windows sprawled the Cambrian Mountains overgrown by millions of trees that slowly started changing their colors to golden and red creating breathtaking view. Rowan expected his family to be playing in the living room waiting for his return but neither his wife as beautiful as the landscape outside nor little Fae with silver hair and mothers eyes were anywhere to be seen.

Worry appeared in pine-green eyes, warrior’s mind already filling with all the worst scenarios. Dropping his bag on the floor in hallway Rowan breathed in, hands wandering to knives strapped to his belt. Strong scent of his wife floating in the air told him she’s home and Rowan not smelling any blood relaxed a little. Quietly as always he walked up the wide stairs and headed towards the master bedroom checking all rooms on the way, trying to figure out where everyone are. Matting bond led him through corridors straight to his beloved, and finally cracking open doors to his son’s bedroom Rowan let out a breath of relief that quickly disappeared when he took in more details.

You were sitting on the floor resting your head against the bed in which three years old boy laid. With one hand you stroked his silver locks that was sticking to his sweaty forehead, his cheeks were burning red, small lips were dry and chapped. Despite being covered with thick duvet and blanket little boy shivered from cold as his system was trying to fight whatever has caused the state he was in.

All the joy caused by the flight earlier left irrevocably. With concern in his eyes Rowan knelt down beside you, kissing your temple and putting his palm against Rivin’s forehead. Illness wasn’t something that happened often to Faes and most definitely wasn’t something that could be ignored. Uneven breath and little coughs of his son awoken in Rowan fear he rarely felt.

“Has the healer seen him?” Rowan turned to look at you, too worried to bother with “hellos”. Just now he noticed bags under your tired eyes that lacked their usual sparkles. You were scared too, he could see that. Even more intense anxiety crept up Rowan’s spine.

“My sister was here yesterday and today morning.” Your voice was quiet and bit raspy. “She had helped him a lot already, it was much worse, but he’s still suffering.” Your husband looked at his boy that was sleeping restless sleep. Cool breeze blew through the bedroom when Rowan summoned his magic, fresh air soothing Rivin’s overworked lungs and cooling his sweated skin. He knew your younger sister very well and he knew she was one of the best healers but if even she couldn’t heal him...

Strong arms entwined your waist bringing you against broad chest, soft lips placed several kisses at the crown of your head. “Reva said they just have to go through this and there’s not much we can do.” You sighed into your mate’s shirt with sadness. No parent liked seeing their child in pain.

Rowan froze and lifted your chin. “Wait, Khione-” he started but were interrupted by small figure running through the opened door. Silver haired girl - identical as her twin brother - ran straight into her father’s arms, muffled cry escaped her mouth when she buried her face in Rowan’s chest and clinged to him as if her life depended on it. You tried to figure out if it’s because she’s in pain or she missed daddy but looking at your daughter’s red cheeks and glassy eyes you came to conclusion it’s because of both.

“Khione, you shouldn’t leave your bed, baby” you cooed and passed your husband blanket that laid at the feet of Rivin’s bed. Rowan mantled your baby girl tightly as she wore only nightie and had bare feet what made you shake your head in disapproval. She always hated wearing socks and most likely took them of as soon as you left her room.

Kione’s weeping died down after awhile thanks to Rowan stroking her hair and whispering sweet nothings into her ear. “Shh, it’s okay, Kiki. It’s alright. Daddy’s here.”

You always admired the influence your husband had on your children. On all children in general. They always listened to him and felt comfortable and safe when he was around. Shortly after you gave birth Khione and Rivin started having colic attacks. No one could calm them and their cries but the moment they were laid in Rowan’s arms tears stopped falling. He was meant to be a father. Since the moment he looked at his children for the first time your husband was wrapped around their tiny fingers, being completely obsessed with them and ready to any sacrifices to keep your babies safe and happy. And now, when he had to watch them suffer, not being able to take their pain away...

Awful, dry coughs ripped from your son's throat. Jumping to your feet you helped Rivin sit up, massaging his back until he calmed down. His shiny eyes turned to Rowan, still kneeling beside the bed with Khione in his arms. Tears immediately appeared on young Whitethorn's cheeks when he noticed daddy's finally home and no one woke him up, and to make it even worse, that his sister got to hug daddy first. With a sad smile Rowan reached out his free arm and kicking off the duvets white haired boy hurled himself at his father with a loud cry.

"Hurts" Rivin cried out at what your heart shattered a little more. Your husband, not feeling any different, closed his eyes and pressed his lips to his son's burning forehead, trying to figure out how to ease your children's pain.

Closing your eyes and hiding your face between palms you allowed yourself for few seconds of reprieve. You were so tired. After four days of constant running between two rooms day and night, doing everything you could to bring your kids any relief, getting up to lull them to sleep five times every night and not having even a second for yourself you were exhausted. You loved those two rays of sunshine more than anything in this world but during last few days you wanted nothing more than to change into your animal form and flee to the forests and mountains straggling behind the windows. Even for few hours. Not even really far from home. Just somewhere quiet.

Apparently, Rowan could read all emotions from your posture, what wasn't a surprise as he always read you like an opened book, plus looking at the state you were currently in it most definitely wasn't hard. Soft caresses came from the matting bond, filling you with warmth and comfort. You lifted your head, your sparkle-less eyes meeting his deep, green ones that you fell in love the moment you saw them, now, filled with worry, not only because of his children but also you. Both of you kept looking into each other's souls for a moment, suddenly you wanted to push the two little figures away from your mate and bury yourself in his embrace. Then your gaze shifted lower, to children clinging to their father like little monkeys, to Khione shivering from cold, firmly gripping Rowan's shirt with little fists, and to Rivin hiding his red from cry and fever face in the crock of dad's neck. Remorse pierced you like an arrow. You took a deep breath, then another one.

"Alright," you stood up and gently lifted Rivin from Rowan's arms, scooping him into your chest, "Daddy will put Kiki to bed and tuck her in and we," you looked down at your son and stroked his wet hair, "are going to take a bath, hm? You're all sticky, sweetie."

Rowan also rose from the floor, Khione still in his arms. He put the blanket tighter around her little body and looked down at his girl. "Daddy's gonna comb your hair, hm? Just like you like it. And then I'll tell you both a goodnight story, okay?" Both kids shook their heads in agreement.

Rowan took a step closer, putting his free arm around your waist and pulling you to him. Once again he looked at your tired face, then leaned in and finally put his lips on yours. After full week you were again able to taste his sweetness, delighting in his softness and breathing in the fresh scent of forest. The kiss was short but when you pulled away, in your mate's gaze laid a promise of thousands more kisses like this later.

Walking out of Rivin's room, you turned left and headed towards the master bedroom you shared with your mate. Your lips twisted at the mess in the room. Large windows were sloppily curtained, blocking out the afternoon sun, fireplace was in a bit of a state and king sized bed looked like a battlefield with pillows, covers and furs scattered everywhere. Sighing, you passed the bedroom and entered bathroom connected to it, immediately turning on the tap and filling large bathtub made of dark stone with cool water.

"Let's get you out of those clothes, okay?" Settling your son on the bath's edge you pulled his shirt over his head and pulled down his pajama bottoms. When crystal clear water reached half of the tub, you helped Rivin get into the bath and grabbed your favorite vanilla soap, quickly starting working on cleaning his sweaty skin. You had to work fast as now cool water was supposed to lower his temperature but in a few minutes it'll become too cold and do more damage than help.

"Rowan, can you please get me fresh pajama for Rivin?" you screamed over shoulder, washing foam from your son's silver hair and watching red color slowly fade from his cheeks.

"Cold" whined Rivin quietly.

"Now, now, sweetheart."

Your husband walked in seconds later, handing you warm clothes for your boy. Pulling Rivinn out of the tub you grabbed a towel, putting it around your son before he started shaking. Rowan crouched next to you and helped the boy into his fluffy pj's with a dragon enwrought on the front of the shirt.

"I'll take care of him," murmured Rowan, sweeping Rivin to his chest and standing up. He cupped your cheek in his rough palm. "Relax. Take a warm bath, you deserve it."

"No, Rowan-"

"Y/N." You looked up at your mate and found his face serious, his eyes, though, were soft and filled with concern. "Rest, My Heart." You let yourself close your eyes and melt into his touch for a few seconds, soft lips kissed your forehead and Rowan left the bathroom, leaving you alone.

The bath was quick. You sat in warm water filled with scented oils and bubbles only for half an hour but still, it felt like a vacation. Normally, you could sit there for many hours but today you felt a little guilty that after hard week, instead of relaxing, Rowan came home and immediately had to help you with children. You perfectly knew he would never complain about it, and that taking care of his babes was pure pleasure for your husband, but still...

Enveloping your naked body with warm bathrobe, you threw your long skirt and white shirt you wore today into the bin with laundry and used another door in bathroom that lead directly to your and Rowan's wardrobe. Putting on fresh panties you decided to steal one of your mate's shirts from his shelf, smiling to yourself when his scent reached your nose.

Walking back into your bedroom you were greeted with the most beautiful sight in the world. Rowan laid on his side, head propped up on his fist, tucked in warm covers Rivin laid next to his father with Khione cuddled into his side, his little arms protectively wrapped around his sister. Like daddy always did to mommy. Only Rowan's deep voice filled the room as he was telling kids various stories of what happened in Doranelle during this week, of course, colorizing it just a little bit. He didn't stop when his eyes wandered to you, instead he lifted the duvet, inviting you to join them.

With a smile you slipped under warm blankets, dropping one arm over your children and snuggling closer to them. Rowan's hand reached forward, stroking your loose hair for few minutes before settling on your waist. You glanced at the kids, both looked at Rowan with sparkles in their sleepy eyes, closely listening to his stories while trying to fight sleep that slowly started to sneak up on them. They still coughed and had stuffed up noses but it was definitely getting better. With relieved mind you nuzzled your head into soft pillow and closed your eyes. Soon your mate's yarns changed into legends and myths, so old that your mum used to tell them to you as goodnight stories when you were little, just like your grandmother did to her when she was a child. Rowan's voice seemed to come from afar, getting quieter with every minute, thick duvet hugged you perfectly, offering you warmth and coziness, Kiki snuggled up into your stomach with her back, Rivin firmly attached to her. Together everything created so cushty atmosphere that you didn't even noticed when sleep pulled you deep into dreamland.

***

The feeling of your daughter being pulled away from you awoke you immediately. Trying to get rid of sleep from your eyes you looked around the room confused. It was dark, through the crack between the curtains you could see night sky filled with stars that was only light source at the moment. Looking up you noticed that your husband was the one that took Khione. He was shirtless, only in his sleeping trousers and with damp hair.

"Go back to sleep, love" whispered Rowan when he noticed you're awake. "I'll be back in a minute." Quietly as a ghost he disappeared behind the door with your sleeping daughter in his arms.

Rolling over on your back you ran your hands down your face, staring at the ceiling for few seconds. You noticed Rowan had also taken Rivin to his bedroom as you were the only one left in the enormous bed. Breathing in, you closed your eyes and let the silence engulf you.

You acknowledged his presence only when the mattress shifted under his weight. Within seconds you were pulled hardly against broad chest, strong arms wrapping themselves around your waist, caging you in an iron grip. Without excess thinking you threw your arms around his neck, clinging to your mate with everything you had. Shaky breath left your mouth and you felt tears forming in the corners of your eyes. Finally.

Rowan looked down at you and you had the chance to take in all the details. Pine-green eyes, the most beautiful in the world, were tired but also filled with happiness, silver hair, the one that your each future child will inherit thanks to Whitethorn genes, were messy and still bit wet, the fresh smell of shampoo created nice mix with his forest and snow scent. You haven't noticed any new scars and on your mate's handsome face was not even a shadow of grimace what was a good sign.

You could look at each other for the whole night, admiring your significant other's beauty and melting into one another's touch.

"I missed you so fucking much" Rowan whispered, having his eyes only on you. His deep voice directed only to you was enough. Putting your palms on his cheeks you pulled him in roughly, connecting your lips in a harsh but passionate kiss. His tongue slipped right into your mouth, easily taking dominance as you didn't even tried to fight, letting him lead this dance. He shifted under the covers, towering over you and settling between your thighs, running his big, rough hands up and down your waist and legs, your hands tangling into his silver locks. Rowan moaned lowly against your lips when you accidentally rubbed his crotch. You laughed quietly and then pulled away, breathing in the damned oxygen you needed to live. Rowan put his forehead against yours, also trying to catch his breath.

You ran your palm up from his neck to his face, stroking your thumb against the black ink in his skin. "I'm sorry the first thing you did after coming home was worrying" you said.

"Don't be silly," Rowan pulled away slightly so he could look at you. "You should have written, I would have came home earlier and help you."

"You had work, I didn't wanted to worry you." Your mate rolled on his back, switching your positions he brought you to his chest so now you almost laid wholly on top of him. "Besides, weren't you supposed to come home tomorrow?" you asked, just now realizing it was six, not seven days since he left.

"Like I said, I missed having my world in my arms." Rowan nuzzled his nose into your hair and breathed in, his warm hands stroking your back comfortingly. "The thought of you has been keeping me hard for a whole week, you know." His words made you snort. "It's not funny." He tried to sound serious but you didn't miss the joyful tune in his voice. "Try walking horny for six days straight."

"You should have asked Lorcan for help then. You know you have my permission." Rowan flicked your nose at what you both only laughed harder but stopped after a while, remembering you have two kids sleeping only few rooms away.

"Yeah, you know you're right? How about I'll fly to him right now?" He mocked and pretended to rise from the bed but you threw yourself at your mate, pulling him closer to you.

"Okay, I apologize" you murmured and pecked him on the lips at what Rowan hummed happily.

"Tomorrow." Rowan whispered into your ear after you hid your face in the crock of his neck.

"Hm, bold of you to assume your children will give you even a second of privacy tomorrow."

"Trust me, I'll find a way." You could bet everything a sly smirk played on Rowan's face right now.

"Tomorrow then." You sighed and closed your eyes, your mate's touch lulling you back to sleep.

[alyswritings]

Reconcile

Request: Can you do one where druig has a sister but they just split up when he left. Until one day she is in danger and somehow manages to connect with him to beg for help.

Druig x sister!reader

Summary: Druig comes to his sister's aid when she calls.

Warnings: sexual assault, knives, stabbing, some angst and fluff

a/n: thank you for the request! hope you all enjoy!

(gif not mine)

Y/N stands back watching as Druig snaps at Ajak. He turns to the battle down below, mind controlling the people, all of them turning to him.

Ikaris grabs Druig, shoving him against the wall. Y/N straightens up, watching Ikaris' movements carefully.

"Let them go." Ikaris demands the mind controller.

"You're gonna have to make me." Druig states.

"Stop." Ajak orders, walking over to the two. She gives Ikaris a look, the man backing away.

"If you wanna stop me... you're gonna have to kill me." Druig declares. He starts to walk down the stairs, Y/N quickly catching up to him.

"Wait, Druig." She grabs his arm, standing a few steps behind him. She pulls on his arm making him turn back to her. "Please stay. We-- we can figure something out."

"Sorry, Y/N. Nothing's going to change my mind." Druig tells her.

"But--"

"You know how to get ahold of me." Druig says. He turns away from her, continuing his trek down the steps, his arm escaping Y/N's hold.

Y/N tearfully watches as Druig walks off, all of the humans blindly following him.

- - -

Y/N is on vacation in Peru with a few of her friends. Y/N was hesitant to come along originally, knowing she'd be in the same country of her brother that she hasn't spoken to in centuries.

After he left the team, Ajak ordered the group to all go off and live their own lives. Y/N tried to communicate with Druig telepathically after he left, but he never responded.

Y/N is currently at the bar, now alone after her friends all went off. One of her friends met a guy and they left for his hotel room. Her two other friends, who are dating, went back to their own hotel room.

Y/N sips on her drink, savoring the last of it before she returns to her own hotel room.

"Hello, pretty lady." Y/N turns to find two men both around their early or mid thirties. One man is leaning against the bar, an attempted flirtatious smirk on his face. However, all it does is make Y/N want to leave and never seem him again. The other man eyes Y/N up and down, practically undressing her with his eyes.

"Hello, lads." Y/N greets, attempting to be polite.

"Ooh. We got a Scot." The first guy chuckles.

"Irish." Y/N corrects.

"Well, what's a pretty girl like you doing all alone?" The second guy asks. He moves to her other side, leaning a hand on the bar, the two basically trapping Y/N in her seat.

"Enjoying my drink. Peacefully. I'm, uh, I'm really not interested." Y/N tells them.

"In what?" The first guy asks.

"You two." Y/N deadpans.

"Oh, come on. Not even a little?" The first guy asks.

"Not in a million years." Y/N says, flashing a fake smile.

"We could show you a good time." The second guy grabs her wrist.

"No." Y/N denies, trying to rip her wrist out of his grasp, but he only tightens her grip. Y/N tries to pull her wrist free again, but still fails. "Let go."

"No. Not until you agree." The guy seethes. The other guy puts his hands on Y/N's waist, the woman tensing up under his tight grip.

"Come on, pretty girl. We'll have fun." The first guy whispers in her ear.

Y/N throws her hand up, sending the man in front of her flying a few feet back, crashing into a table. She reels her arm back, elbowing the other guy in the nose making him fall back.

"Don't touch me." She growls.

Y/N quickly pays the bill before storming off, trying to get as far away as she can. After walking for about ten minutes, she hears shuffling a few yards back. She quickly turns, but finds nothing.

Y/N continues to walk, more cautious than before. She looks around, but the streets are empty which she guesses it is the middle of the week and late, so it does make sense. Y/N tries to enter different stores and restaurants, but they're all closed.

"Shit." she whispers to herself, knowing she's being followed. She quickens her pace, trying to get to her hotel quicker, wishing they didn't book one across town. She pulls her phone out, but finds it at one percent. Before she can try to call anybody, it dies. "Crap."

Y/N hears footsteps a few yards behind her and she speed walks, trying to look confident, and hopefully getting to her hotel safely. She's not sure what to do since there's nobody around when an idea strikes her.

Might as well try. She thinks to herself. Druig! Please, please help me. I'm not safe. I'm being followed. They're humans, but I don't know how bad it could go. Please, please, please. Druig!

Where are you?

Y/N freezes at the voice she hasn't heard in centuries. She remembers her predicament and quickly regains her walking speed. She honestly didn't expect him to answer. She quickly tells him where she is and he assures he'll be there as quickly as he can.

Y/N turns a corner, bumping into somebody.

"Oh, sorr--" Y/N stops when she looks up, finding it to be one of the men from the bar.

"Hi, sweetheart." He wickedly grins. He grabs both her wrists and drags her into an alleyway. The other man rushes towards them, Y/N realizing he was the one behind her. The guy shoves Y/N against the wall.

"What do you want?" She seethes.

"You." The man states. He starts to kiss her neck, Y/N squirming in protest.

"Just relax. Enjoy it." The other guy says.

Y/N brings her leg up, kneeing the guy in the stomach making her groan in pain and fall back. She throws her hand out, sending him into the other wall.

The second guy attacks her, Y/N holding him off. She tilts her head sideways, sending him to the ground.

"Oh, you psycho bitch!" The guy groans.

"What is she, a freaking wizard?" The other one asks.

Y/N continues to fight them off. As she knocks one of them down, she turns to fight the other one, finding him standing right there. Before she can react he slices her abdomen with a knife. Y/N lets out a small cry of pain, her hand flying to cover the wound.

The guy stabs her leg causing her to let out a yell of pain. Y/N falls onto the ground, one hand on her side and one on her leg. Her back falls against the wall, breathing heavily.

"Now... you gonna cooperate now?" The one guy asks, a smile on his face. Y/N glares at him until the other guy rushes up, tightly wrapping his hands around her throat. He cuts her air supply off, Y/N gasping for air, her hands abandoning her injuries to pry at his hands.

"Dude, come on. We didn't wanna kill her. Just mess around with her." The other guy says.

"You're the one who stabbed her!" The first one exclaims.

Suddenly, both men's eyes turn gold. Y/N thinks she's hallucinating, and the man holding her lets her go. Y/N coughs for air, breathing heavily as she regains oxygen.

She watches the two men walk off before her eyes fall on her brother.

"God, about time." Y/N pants.

"Well, you did move from your last location." Druig comments, rushing over. "Can you walk?"

"I... I think so." Y/N nods. Druig helps her stand up, keeping an arm around her waist for safety. "Just get me back to the hotel."

"Where is it?" Druig asks.

"About five minutes away." Y/N says.

- - -

Druig helped Y/N hobble back to the hotel as quickly as he could. He mind controlled everybody to make sure they didn't pay any mind to the man and the girl with a leg injury.

Now, in her hotel room, they got her leg patched up and Druig is working on her side now.

Y/N hisses in pain as Druig applies the disinfectant on the wound. Y/N lets a small whine of pain out.

"Stop squirming." Druig mutters, not looking up from what he's doing.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Not like I got cut with a knife or anything." Y/N rolls her eyes. Druig rolls his eyes as he continues to treat her wound.

"What are you doing in Peru anyway?" Druig asks.

"I'm on vacation with my friends." Y/N informs.

"Where are your friends?" Druig asks.

"All off enjoying private adult time." Y/N says and Druig nods understanding.

"Couldn't get a guy, huh?" Druig teases.

"I got two. They're just psychos." Y/N retorts.

"True." Druig mumbles. "There." He puts gauze over her cut. He starts to clean up, Y/N still sitting on the counter. "Are, uh... are you okay?"

Y/N gives him a look.

"Just answer the question." Druig says.

"Hmm. Well, I just got attacked by two twisted humans with a knife who couldn't take "no" for an answer. And shockingly big brother came to the rescue." Y/N says.

"Why so shocking?" Druig asks.

"I haven't talked to you, let alone seen you, in centuries. You left and you never replied to any of the times I reached out to you." Y/N says.

"I'm sorry about that. I did miss you." Druig says.

"Yeah, no, you really seem to give a shit." Y/N says, getting off the counter.

"I'm sorry. Who came all the way here because you were in danger? Cause you were begging for help?" Druig asks.

"It took me being in danger for you to talk to me! What's up with that?" Y/N argues.

"You know, you could've visited." Druig states, following her to the bed.

"You could've visited." Y/N counters, putting a jacket on. "You could've talked to me, at least. Mentally or in person."

"I'm sorry, Y/N. But I still care about you." Druig says making her scoff. "If I didn't care I wouldn't be here right now."

"Whatever. I'm fine. Thank you for the help. You can leave." Y/N says.

Druig doesn't say anything, simply standing by the end of the bed, watching Y/N clean up her clothes that she left scattered around the room.

"I did check on you." Druig says.

"What?" Y/N asks, turning to him.

"I... I would occasionally get into your head. See how you were doing." Druig informs.

"That is so wrong, Druig." Y/N says.

"I know. But you built a wall. Rather you knew it or not, you built a wall from me getting through to you while you were conscious. I was only ever able to do it when you were asleep." Druig says.

"How would you know when I was sleeping?" Y/N asks.

"I just tried until I was able to reach you." Druig says. "I only do it every few years or so. Sometimes once a decade."

"Why didn't you visit?" Y/N asks.

"Couldn't leave my village. Why didn't you visit?" Druig repeats the question.

"Didn't think you'd really be interested in seeing me. Or any of us." Y/N says.

"I would've. You could still come visit." Druig offers.

"Is that your crap apology?" Y/N asks.

"Maybe." Druig says making Y/N roll her eyes. He sits next to her on the bed. "Y/N, I... I'm very sorry. About leaving you. About not answering... or visiting. If you... want to try to rekindle the close bond... I'm not opposed to it."

"So you're still mind controlling an entire village?" Y/N asks. Druig silently nods. "Does it not get tiring? Or... or boring?"

"It's peaceful." Druig says.

"Guess that doesn't sound too terrible." Y/N mumbles.

"The visit offer stands. And if you like it enough, perhaps you could move there." Druig says.

"Do you get cell service?" Y/N asks. Druig simply shrugs, having no clue. "Guess I'll have to find out for myself then." She mutters.

"So..." Druig trails off, looking at her questioningly.

"I'm not opposed either." Y/N says, catching Druig's lips quirk up the tiniest of bit before he regains the 'don't care' composure. "Though I am still kind of mad about the centuries of radio silence."

"Understood." Druig says.

"But thank you for getting to me in time tonight." Y/N says.

"Well, I suppose you were always my favorite." Druig says making Y/N quietly laugh and he smiles a little.

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[maddiwrites]

A Rock and a Hard Place

Pairing: JJ x Reader

Summary: You’re trying to cope with the death of your twin sister, while trying to manage the growing tension between your family and your friends. 

Note: I’M BACK! I don’t know how long this motivation will last but hopefully it stays for a while. This imagine is the one I wrote half of before it all got deleted and I was so fed up that I didn’t finish it. Anyway, I wrote this late at night. My eyes are literally crossing but I wanted to get it out asap. So sorry if it’s lame and not my best. Also sorry the summary sucks. My brain isn’t working to think of a better one. 

Warnings: None. 

Masterlist

You never truly knew what it meant to feel empty until now. Until the day you were told that your twin sister was most likely dead, floating in the middle of the endless blue sea, never to be seen again. You remember that night so vividly. There was a storm, and the wind was so strong that it was pushing the rain sideways, slapping you across the face with million needle pricks. But that was nothing compared to Shoupe physically shredding through your heart with fingernails like knives – even though all he had to use was his words. Three little words that would change your life forever. “We lost them.”

You remember losing feeling in your legs as you bent forward. The hands that tried to catch you were the ones that belonged to the last person you wanted touching you. The look on your dad’s face when you flinched away from him like a hand on a hot stove didn’t make you feel guilty but rather angry.

“Don’t fucking touch me!” You howled, your own voice catching you off guard. “Don’t touch me. This is your fault.”

“Honey –“

“Sarah’s dead because of you!”

JJ, your boyfriend, came sprinting from the other side of the tent when he heard your cries. He swiveled away from the FBI’s grips who tried to catch him, but when it came to you nothing could stop him.

Its been like that for a while now – you and JJ going to the ends of the Earth for each other. You were always the black sheep of the family, wanting nothing to do with the family business or keeping up the reputation your last name significantly held. You blew off family parties for late night surfs, you never got along with the girls in your class even in elementary school. You enjoyed watching Sunday night football and playing soccer in the middle of a heat wave. It wasn’t until freshman year of high school that Sarah taught you how to wear makeup and walk in heels.  All of this and more is what drew JJ to you in the first place.

He was your waiter at the country club. While Rose, Sarah, and Wheezy all ordered salads or a lightly grilled salmon, you ordered the bacon cheeseburger with a side of French fries and ranch to dip them in. JJ still remembers the look Rose gave you that you purposely ignored and grinned pridefully at the blonde Pogue has he collected your menu. Later that night, JJ caught your eye at a party on the beach and he asked you out. There wasn’t much to consider. The two of you already knew about one another. The island’s small enough that you know everyone and the gossip that surrounds them.

You said yes because despite the rumors about JJ being nothing but a douchey horn dog, you found him to be charming, charismatic, and funny. Sure you had your guard up for the first couple dates, but he easily swept you off your feet and you were nothing like JJ expected in the best way possible. It was a match no one expected. No one thought it would work. But soon you’d be coming up to your one year anniversary. And without him…you don’t know where you would be.

You never told your family about your relationship. Not because you were embarrassed by it, but because you knew what your dad and Rose would say, and frankly, you just didn’t give a shit. It’s not like it would stop you from seeing him. But eventually word got around and made it’s way to your father’s ears and he was livid. It ended with a screaming match – you against him, then eventually you against him, Rose, and even Rafe. Yet you never backed down. Your dad had to be the first one to walk away, followed by Rose, then Rafe after he scoffed and called you a slut.

Later that night, Sarah gently knocked on your door and let herself in after you didn’t say anything. She invited herself into your bed, under the covers, and stared at the exact spot on the ceiling you never took your eyes off of. You expected her to scold you for dating someone so notorious on the island – to tell you he’ll only break your heart and yada yada yada.

But instead, she asked you one simple question. “Is he worth it?” It wasn’t condescending or meant to be sarcastic. She was truly asking and the question even caught you off guard because you weren’t prepared to answer something so deep. However, you didn’t have to think about your answer. The word, “yes,” immediately came out of your mouth. Sarah smiled at you. All she said was, “Okay then.”

That’s when you knew she was your rock. Despite your differences, she was your best friend. She had proved that to you that night.

Sarah was your dad’s favorite. No doubt about it. So it was no surprise when your house turned into even more of a total hell hole with her gone.

Everyone in your family, other than Wheezy, wanted to blame you for your sister’s death. I mean if it weren’t for you and your relationship with JJ, John B never would have gotten a job working on your boat, and John B and Sarah never would have spoken more than five words to each other, and Sarah would never know about the gold.

You already blamed yourself, feeling like you did have part in her death. You were supposed to protect her, but you let her go follow John B because she pleaded with you with tears in her eyes and asked you what you would do if it were JJ in John B’s position. And then it was game over.

Ward and Rafe refused to take blame and they never talked about what happened with Sheriff Peterkin. But you knew. And they knew you knew. Which is why your dad kept you on a tight leash, never letting you out of his sights or off the property unless it was with someone else from your family. Sneaking out to meet JJ wasn’t an option. Your dad had installed a new security system that let him know when your window was pushed open.

It didn’t matter anyway. At least not for a while. You couldn’t find the energy to get out of bed, let alone jump from your second story bedroom window.

You still had your phone and JJ called you every night for the first week, even if it was only to listen to you breathe on the other end. But communication was growing more distant and distant. You knew it was wrong. You stopped making the effort. But thinking of JJ meant thinking of John B which resulted in you missing Sarah and the pain was insufferable. You’re surprised JJ just hasn’t’ broken up with you yet. I mean, he lost his best friend too and you haven’t even tried to comfort him in the least.

Sure JJ was irritated, confused, and somewhat hurt about you not calling, texting, or trying to see him. But most of all, he was worried. You were living under the same roof as two murderers. They may be your family, but they were officially deemed unpredictable.

The Pogues were taking it day by day, but of course it was hard, and without you there, it was even harder. JJ was acting out, and even got fired from his country club job. Pope sulked around because he not only lost his best friend, but his scholarship too. AKA his future. And Kie, well, she wanted justice and would stop at nothing to get it.

Which led them to Figure Eight in front of your home, outside the gates where the security system has yet to detect them. Kie held a can of red spray paint while the two boys stood watch. Pope watched Kie write out the word, “MURDERERS” across the stone fence, his heart tightening with every letter. But JJ wasn’t interested in the paint, but on your window that looked out to the front yard. The light was on, which meant you were home. With every second, he prayed that he would see your silhouette through the glass. And you would see him.

“There,” Kie stands back to admire her work and hands the can to Pope who held on to the trash bag.

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” JJ says. Usually he’s never the voice of reason, but he wasn’t thinking about Ward or Rafe. He was thinking about you.

Kie turns to glare at him. “They should be grateful I’m not setting the house on fire.”

JJ huffs and bites his bottom lip. “We should go.”

“I second that,” Pope says, feeling uncomfortable with the vandalism.

Kie looks between both of them. “What is wrong with you two? They’re murderers,” She says, pointing to the house. “Murderers!” She screams. “Murderers!”

JJ jumps and grabs Kie by the elbow, yanking her away from the sidewalk. “What the hell are you doing?”

“What? It’s the truth!” Kie says, searching his eyes for an answer as to why he’s more anxious than angry. Then she catches his ocean blues glancing up at your window and it all clicks in her head. “Ah. What? This about Y/N?”

“Kie –“

“No, JJ. Ever since they –“ Kie stopped, not being able to bring herself to say it. “Ever since Sarah and John B went missing, she has been MIA. She knows the truth and she’s doing nothing about it.”

“That’s not fair.”

“If she cared, she wouldn’t let them get away with it – get away with MURDER!”

You were outside eating lunch with Wheezy when you heard the first scream. It wasn’t until the second “Murderer” did you realize what was going on. Luckily, Wheezy had her airpods in and wasn’t paying attention.

“Shit,” You dropped your fork and walked around the house to the front yard. Luckily, Rafe and your dad were gone – where? You weren’t sure and you didn’t know if you wanted to know. You felt torn between a rock and hard place. Of course you were pissed, heartbroken, and wanted revenge for what your dad and Rafe had put Sarah through. But at the same time, they’re your family. And you didn’t know if you were strong enough to lose even two more family members. No matter how much they deserved it.

By the time you reached the gate, the damage had already been done. MURDERERS was written in capital letters across the clean stone, standing out like a sore thumb. Your dad was not going to be happy, and because it was your friends who did it, he was going to find a way to blame you for it.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” You glare at the three of them.

Kie just glared right back at you. Pope looked almost hopeful to see you finally standing in front of him after weeks of not seeing you. But he noticed you lost some weight and the bags under your eyes were darker. Suddenly he felt sad and guilty for being here to support Kie in her vandalism and not being here for you. JJ watched you, noticing the same things Pope did. But he also saw the flash of hurt across your face when your first saw Kie’s “art.”

He wished he could be mad at you. I mean, if your family are murderers, it should be easy to rat them out and put them away. But then he thinks about his relationship with his own dad, who’s also one of the biggest assholes in the world. Yet, he doesn’t know if he’d ever betray him like that.

“Making sure this island knows exactly who the Cameron family really is,” Kie says.

You bite your tongue, not wanting to start even more of an argument. You didn’t have the energy to put up with Kie’s stubbornness and you knew she had every right to be mad. She lost her best friend too. Both of them.

“You should go,” You say. “My dad will be back any minute.”

“Yeah, okay. You go back to your mansion and pretend to have the perfect cookie cutter life while the rest of us deal with the reality that we’re living on the same island with two murderers that drove our friends to their death!”

You freeze mid step back to your house, letting her words soak in as if she just sprayed acid on your skin.

“Kie…” JJ says softly but you put your hand up to stop him from saying anything.

You’ve never felt hatred for Kie in your entire life. In fact, there were some days where you related more with Kie than Sarah. But this is the closest to resentment you have ever felt towards any of the Pogues. And you did not like it.

“All right, Kie. You wanna do this? Fine. Go ahead. Anything else you want to say?” You say through clenched teeth. It’s taking everything in you not to scream at the top of your lungs.

“You haven’t contacted any of us in weeks. You choose to stay home with those killers instead of helping us find a way to send their asses to jail. We even made a memorial for John B and Sarah and you couldn’t be bothered to show up!”

Okay. So it did look really bad on your end. But Kie should know you enough to know that you’re not purposely isolating yourself from the rest of the world. She should know that you would never support anyone who has killed before. She should know that you need your friends now more than ever but you’ve lost all your strength to even ask for it.

You scoff. “You think I got a choice? You think I choose to stay here? To be told every day by Rafe that I’m the reason Sarah’s gone? To pretend like I don’t feel Rose’s burning stare every time I pass her and my dad talking in his office? To be watched by my dad every second of the day because he thinks I might go to the police with evidence I don’t even have? I didn’t get a fucking choice, Kie.”

“Y/N –“

You cut Pope off. “And I’m sorry I haven’t stayed in touch. But I barely have the will to open my eyes let alone talk to the people who remind me of what I loss.”

“We all lost a friend –“ Kie’s voice wavers as she tries to be strong, but with every sentence you speak, she knows she messed up.

“I lost my sister! My blood. My family. My twin. A part of me is literally floating out there in the middle of the ocean and I have to live with that every day. I’m sorry that you lost your best friend. But we did not lose the same thing. Because not only is my sister dead, but I could potentially lose my dad and my brother too. And yeah, maybe they do deserve to go to jail for the rest of their lives, but they’re still my family, and it’s hard enough to come to terms with what happened and what’s to come without someone literally spray painting it on our fucking property.”

JJ looks down at his shoes, overcome with guilt and shame. He should have tried harder to deter Kie away from your house. He should have tried harder to see you. He should have tried harder to understand your situation. He should have tried harder. For you.

Kie swallows nervously. She’s seen you angry before, but it’s never been directed at her, and she didn’t know what to think about it. She almost felt scared.

“If you actually want justice, then go out and do what the police can’t and find actual evidence that will put my familybehind bars. Because this –“ You point to the vandalism – “is childish and useless.”

When the three of them are finally speechless, you inhale a sharp breath. You thought you would feel like a weight was lifted off your shoulders, but you actually felt the exact opposite. Like a pressure sitting on your chest. Because you subconsciously just made your choice. And you didn’t choose your family. You told the Pogues to find evidence that will take them away from you forever.

You hear your dad’s truck turn the corner onto your street. “Go,” You say to your friends. “I’ll take care of this.”

“Y/N –“

“I said go, JJ,” You say sternly. Your glare burned a hole through his chest, straight to is heart.

Pope’s the first one to make the move. One because he was afraid to be caught by Ward and two because he was more afraid of you if they stayed there for a second longer. He touched Kie’s elbow softly to encourage her to turn away. JJ’s the last one to leave. He didn’t want to, but he didn’t want to cause you any more trouble than they already have. So he gives you a nod, as if the two of you were nothing but strangers all over again. It felt wrong.

“I’ll call you,” JJ says.

You don’t respond. Not even with a nod. You were upset, wishing he had stuck up for you. But it looks like you were on your own. And you better start getting use to that.

“What happened?” Ward jumps out of the driver’s seat and studies the painting on the wall.

“I don’t know. I was just out getting the mail when I saw it,” You lie, forcing yourself not to look into his eyes.

“Go inside. I’ll take care of it.”

You walk back to the house, but instead of going back to Wheezy in the backyard, you lock yourself away in your room and cry into your pillow.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ 

You finally convinced your dad to let you go on a jog around the neighborhood. The only rule being you had to be back within the hour.

The sky was dark with grey clouds, promising an approaching storm.

You finally had an hour of freedom, and you didn’t know how to spend it. You could actually jog around the neighborhood. It would probably be good for you. But after fifteen minutes, tears run down your cheek. Sarah’s favorite song plays from your playlist, reminding you of the last time she danced to it in your bedroom as she raided your closet for an outfit to wear on her date with John B.

You find yourself at the beach, sneakers buried in the sand as the clouds rumble above you. You fall backwards on your butt and bend into your knees, crying loudly for no one but the empty beach to hear. You try thinking of what Sarah would do.  Would she turn her back on your dad and brother? Would she run away so she wouldn’t have to deal with it? One thing’s for sure, she wouldn’t ignore her best friends. She’d put the drama with her own family behind her to make sure her friends were okay. God, you wished you had her strength.

When you feel someone’s hand graze your upper back, your head snaps up in panic. But then tension soon leaves your neck when you see it’s only JJ. He’s already planting a seat next to you and wrapping his arm around your shoulders, pulling you into his side. You turn into him, gripping at his long sleeve shirt and staining it with your tears. But JJ doesn’t care. He’s just glad he found you.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” You cry.

“Shh,” JJ says into your hair, pressing his lips to your scalp. “You have nothing to be sorry for.”

“I’ve been a terrible friend.”

JJ shakes his head. “You’ve literally been put through hell and worse. No one thinks you’re a terrible friend. Not even Kie. None of us will ever understand what it is that you’re truly going through, but we’ll never stop trying. We’ll always be there for you.”

You sniffle. “I missed you.”

JJ grins. “I missed you too.”

“You’re not mad?”

“I could never be mad at you.” His eyes trail down from your eyes to your lips and he leans in and presses his mouth to yours. Softly at first and then he scooches closer to you and moves his hands to behind your head, combing his fingers through your hair. When he pulls away, he says, “God, it’s been too long since we did that.”

You actually giggled. For the first time since that horrendous night. And it felt good. It felt okay. It felt right.

“How’d you even find me?”

“I got caught by Wheezy trying to sneak into your room. She told me you went on a run so I drove through your normal route and saw you here.”

“Wait. What was Wheezy doing in my room?”

JJ shakes his head. “I can’t tell you. I was sworn to secrecy.”

You scoff, “J!”

“What? I promised her. That’s how I got her to tell me where you were. I can’t just go back on my word like that. I’m not a snitch.” You roll your eyes, not actually concerned about it. She was probably stealing a shirt from your closet or looking for a diary that doesn’t exist. “I’ll tell you this though. That girl loves you. You can just tell by the way she talks about you. So even when you feel alone in that house, just know that you’re not.”

You study the blue in JJ’s eyes and find comfort in the way you can see the truth behind them. You wished you could listen to what the two of them talked about. Not because you were nosy, but because you were grateful that the two of them actually liked each other and cared for each other.

“I love you.” It wasn’t the first time you ever told him that, but it felt like it. Because it’s been so long.

A wide smile pulled on JJ’s lips and he leaned forward to kiss you again. “I love you so fucking much. I’ll never understand how I scored a girl like you.”

You shrug. “I just have low standards I guess.”

This time JJ scoffs. “If I recall, you were the one all over me on our first date.”

“I was not!” Yes you were.

JJ holds his hands up in surrender. “Hey, you tell yourself whatever you need to make yourself feel better.”

You snuggle into his side stare out into the ocean, wondering if maybe there was a chance that Sarah and John B actually made it out of there alive. I mean, anything’s possible.

“Hey, J?”

“Yeah?”

“Can you show me the memorial you guys made for Sarah and John B?”

“Yeah. Yeah, of course. Do you have time?”

You shake your head. “I don’t care.”

JJ smiles and kisses your forehead. “That’s my girl. This way, m’lady.”

You knew life wasn’t going to change in a day. You still had a long way to go to heal the ache in your heart, but you were confident that one day you would get there. But you couldn’t do it alone. You needed the Pogues.

And the Pogues needed you too.

And that’s why you’ll always choose the Pogues. Well, the Pogues and Wheezy.

[whirlwindimagines]

Hi how are you? I hope youre ok. i love youre blog and wanted to ask if you could write nightmare comfort because i have them like every night and they end in really bad panic attacks i just need comfort 🥲

With wolfwood and vash and if you want to million knives

you dont have to.

have a nice day <3

btw sorry for my bad englisch 😅

Hi! I’m doing well, just trying to get through the week lol I’m sorry for your nightmares! That’s no fun, I hope this is nice and comforting. And I low key been wanting to write for Million Knives because he’s usually my type lol pretty, psycho, mass murderer ya know the usual type! I'm not kidding I'm a Dabi apologist; don't think I won't turn into a Knives’ one. Man, I really do be exposing myself on this blog. Also, this is my first time writing for Knives so apologies, also of course his part was the longest. 

'Sweet dreams are made of this'

Vash, Nichalous D Wolfwood, and Million Knives (separate) comforting you after a nightmare.

Vash: 

You awoke with a silent scream, for a second you didn't recognize where you were your heart still racing. Then it was slowly coming back to you, looking around you noticed you were in a hotel room, that’s right the group had stopped at the little motel for the night. You glanced over beside you, and let out a sigh of relief.

And Vash was right there, sound asleep, his back facing you. Placing a hand over your heart, you were glad you didn't wake him God knew he needed his sleep, the man was usually a light sleeper, but he admitted one night that when he slept in a bed with you, he was more content. It was sweet and definitely didn't make your heart race. 

You lay back down, everything is fine, you are safe, Vash is safe and you are sure the others are fine in their own rooms. Okay back to bed, you don't know how long you lay there staring up at the ceiling. With a sigh you turn towards Vash, you don't really want to wake him for such a silly reason.

Reaching your hand out slowly you grip the back of his shirt between his shoulder blades. You call his name; your heart skips a beat as he stirs. “What is it?” he says with a yawn, your voice catching in your throat embarrassed. “Nothing sorry just go back to sleep.” You say quickly, dropping your hand. “Hey wait.” he shuffles around to face you; he looks tired but his gaze is focused on you. You blush, “I had a nightmare.” You admitted shyly, Vash reaches out a hand and rest it against your cheek. “Come here.” you don't need to be told twice, you moved forward wrapping your arms around Vash as his own arms settle around you. You could hear his heartbeat from where your head lay on his chest, slow, steady, safe. 

Vash ran his fingers through your hair, and you were glad he wasn’t asking any questions you didn’t want to talk about it anyway. Feeling safe and protected, you relaxed even more into his hold. You knew sleep would come much easier now, you smiled when you felt Vash press a gentle kiss to the top of your head. Everything would be fine now.

Wolfwood:

“Fuck!” You awoke sharply, your hands going to your head. You forced yourself to breathe, the night air was cool against your skin and it felt good. You settled back on your back looking up at the stars.

You were shaking, placing your hands on your face you tried to control your breathing. You sigh your probably not going to get any more sleep. Placing your hands at your side you watch the sky, glancing over at your companion you are surprised to see Wolfwood awake and watching the stars. 

“You good?” His voice startles you, at first you are speechless, but he turns to look at you with a raised brow. You sigh, “it’s stupid, just go back to sleep.” You say your tone was dismissive, it was silly. The nightmares were annoying at this point. “Sorry I woke you.” Turning on your side in the sleeping bag, you force your eyes close. 

Wolfwood scoffs at you, hearing him shuffle around a bit. “You didn’t wake me, get up.” He shoves your shoulder; you roll your eyes sitting up and turning to him. Your face flushed he’s way too close, and you lean back a bit. “Seriously Nico it was nothing.” You don’t want to talk about this, you watch him light a smoke. He passes you one, and with a sigh you take it. He offers you a light, but you don’t take it just holding the unlit cigarette between your fingers.

The two of sitting in silence, honestly you're glad for this. He doesn’t ask you any questions, “thanks.” You whisper, too shy to look at him. He chuckles, “for what?” your gaze softens as you look at him, you rest your arms over your knees and let out a light laugh.

“For being here.” You smirk, when he looks away stubbing out the cigarette in the sand. You watch the tips of his ears turn red; Nicholas was always nervous when you went soft on him. But you loved making him blush, he flustered you so much it was only fair to return the favor.

Scooting closer to the man, you lean your head on his shoulder. Sitting right beside him now, Wolfwood doesn’t say anything. He also doesn’t look at you as he lifts an arm to wrap around your shoulders to bring you to his side. You close your eyes smiling contently, there is no place you’d rather be. 

Million Knives:

The screaming you realize is your own voice, you slap your hands over your mouth to cut the sound your heart racing it feels like it's going to burst from your chest. The silence in your room is loud, only your rapid heartbeat and harsh breaths fill the space. Fuck you briefly wonder if you woke anyone up, you hope not… some of the others had quite the temper. 

With a sigh, you force yourself out of the bed, and out of your room it's too suffocating. With no real destination in mind, you let your hand trail on the wall as you walk down the pristine hallway. As you continue to walk that’s when you hear the first sounds of a piano. The song is familiar of course, and you know who is playing. 

You wonder if you should continue, interrupting Knives could be a death sentence for some. But the thought of going back to bed, to sleep, makes your stomach twist painfully. So, you continue trying not to think too hard when you step into the grand room. The music is louder here of course, now that you’ve reached its source. 

Standing there watching, you’re sure he already knows you are there. But you don't speak out of turn, “What.” his voice is curt, but not angry you take it as a sign to continue. “I had a nightmare, and I heard you playing.” you found being honest, and blunt with Knives’ was easier. He hated when people skirt around their words, you’re a little embarrassed about what you admitted to, but your heart skips a beat when he gestures you over with a wave of his hand. 

Approaching carefully, you stand off to the side he removes his hood your blood runs cold when he looks at you with a sly grin, “A nightmare?” he coos it at you mockingly, this was a bad idea you should have turned around, the moment you heard the keys of the piano. You nod, watching as he pats the bench, you know he's telling you to sit not asking. 

You do, trying not to show any emotion, you couldn't ever get a read on him, A part of you knew you should be afraid, and maybe the rational side of you was, but right now? You were tired. He looks at you expecting an answer, “Yes, I get them often.” you meet his gaze shyly, and he lets out a ‘hum’ turning back to the keys and resting his hands on them not playing. “You humans fear so easily, even in sleep you can't escape it.” 

Your hands clench in your lap, Knives begin to play now a softer melody one you haven't heard, you look at him in surprise but his face gives nothing away. The tune is comforting, and you can feel it lulling you to sleep. “Go ahead sleep, nothing will harm you here.” Not thinking of the consequences, you lean your head on Knives shoulder, he continues playing as the song lulls you to sleep.

[deceitfuldevil]

Do I Wanna Know?

Pietro Maximoff X Reader

Summary: You and Pietro’s friendship could best be described as a relationship that never was, it was constant flirting that you both brushed off as just a very close friendship. A friendship so close that sometimes you flirt with others, so when feelings get hurt; dynamics are crushed. But those who are meant for each other will always come crawling back. Vaguely based off the song “Do I Wanna Know?” by the Arctic Monkeys.

Warnings: Slight angst, kissing, fluff, all that :)

Word Count: 2.3K

It all started when you first joined the avengers, a few months after the battle of Sokovia. Tony had a last minute thing with Pepper and assigned Pietro Maximoff to show you around the compound, which he initially whined over. Not wanting to do anything more than stay in bed on his day off, he begged Wanda to take over for him. She agreed under the circumstance that he’d make dinner for a week.

Sitting on the couch watching whatever was on TV at the moment, Pietro munched on some chips, enjoying his day off to its fullest extent. He heard some chattering behind him and turned his head to see his sister Wanda and another woman with her head turned the other way, who he could only assume was the newest member to the team. Waving a small hello to his sister he turned back around and continued his program, but of course Wanda wouldn’t let him off that easy.

“Ahem,” Wanda said, clearing her throat as she now stood next to the couch Pietro sat on with the newest recruit, you.

“Y/n, this is my brother Pietro. Pietro, this is the newest addition to the Avengers, Y/n.” she said with a smile, mentally slapping her brother for being so lazy. Pietro gave you and Wanda a half-assed glance ready to wave you off, but he did a double take when he saw you. Choking slightly on his chips he stood up abruptly and brushed himself off, extending his hand out to yours.

You started to feel hot under his gaze as you gladly accepted his hand and shook it; he had a firm grasp that made you want to melt into the ground.

“So, what’s your thing printcessa?” He asked smoothly, slipping his hand out of yours, making you frown slightly as the loss of contact. But then you quirked your head to the side, not understanding his question.

“He means, what powers do you have?” Wanda interjected, clarifying his question.

“Oh you know, telekinesis, super strength, some healing abilities, the usual.” you joked

“Hey we could’ve really used you a few months ago during the battle of Sokovia. This asshole nearly got himself killed!” Wanda said, raising her eyebrows at her brother.

“Ahh sister you worry too much, I was fine!” Pietro insisted, waving her off.

“Sure you were. . . we’re going to finish this tour now okay?” Wanda said, turning around and getting ready to show you the rest of the compound. But of course Pietro had something to say about that.

“And take this gorgeous new Avenger away from me? You know Tony assigned me to show her around, right? So rude of you to just steal her away like that. . .” Pietro said, rushing to your side and taking your hand, pulling you along.

“I thought you wanted to-”

“Sorry! TV is too loud, I can’t hear you!” Pietro said running off with you, making you giggle.

The rest of the tour Pietro slipped in little compliments and flirty touches; in fact, the rest of your time there was practically the same. You had an innate attraction to Pietro, and he was drawn to you from the moment he laid eyes on you. But yet, nothing ever actually happened between the two of you, which quite frankly annoyed the hell out of the team. Having to constantly watch you two flirt and cuddle as if it was nothing was borderline ridiculous.

It’s been four months since you’ve joined the avengers and your tension with Pietro was higher than ever, and with another successful mission down Tony decided to host another one of his famous parties. You saw this as the perfect opportunity to look irresistible for Pietro, but when you walked out onto the dance floor in your sexiest dress and saw Pietro at the bar with some blonde bimbo caressing his muscles, and you damn near lost it.

Rationally, you had no right to be angry at all. You and Pietro weren’t an item, you never were. But seeing him in such close proximity to some girl who's name he probably didn’t even know practically made steam come out of your ears. You disregarded your fellow teammates saying hello to you as you entered the party and the compliments thrown your way as you made your way towards Pietro, ready to give him a piece of your mind.

But you were too late, no more than 10 feet away from Pietro the nasty blonde he was with pulled him in for a sloppy kiss. You watched in horror and pain as you felt your heart break into a million and one pieces. You rushed off to your room before any tears could spill from your eyes, staying there for the rest of the night as the party raged on, only imagining the worst in your head about Pietro and that bitch he was with.

What you didn’t see was Pietro promptly pushing the blonde away from him, and Wanda finding her brother soon after slapping him across the face.

“What the hell, Pietro?!” Wanda shouted at her brother, drawing attention from the others at the party.

“Suka! What was that for?!” He exclaimed, holding the left side of his face in pain.

“That was for kissing that girl when you know Y/n’s been pinning after you for months!” She yelled, not caring about the excess attention from the others.

“She doesn’t feel that way about me. We've been over this a thousand times Wanda!” He fired back, anger and hurt lacing his voice.

“Yes she does! Did you forget I can read minds?” She said rolling her eyes, a little red glowing in them. Pietro got quiet and turned away from his sister.

“You better go and apologize to her and tell her how you really feel before she changes her mind after what she just saw!” Wanda pointed out, causing her brother to rush off, leaving streaks of blue in his place.

You sat with your back pressed to your door as you sobbed quietly, jumping when you heard a knock behind you.

“Y/n?” You heard Pietro call out. You sighed and rolled your eyes.

“I don’t have any condoms Pietro, go ask Sam.” You said bitterly.

Standing on the other side of the door your words were like knives in Pietro’s chest; he wanted to respond and tell you how he really felt, but after your harsh comment he turned away and went back to his room. Wanda visited him when the party was over and he gave her the same bitter attitude you had given him hours ago.

“I don’t know what part of her head you looked into but she definitely doesn’t feel the same way, so thanks a lot.” Pietro said harshly, making Wanda leave without another word.

Things were a lot different in the compound after that night. You and Pietro were no longer lovey-dovey, now holding nothing but contempt towards one another. It changed the whole dynamic of the team, none of them knowing how to act around you two now, or even what happened.

It had been about three weeks since you and Pietro last spoke to each other, and here you were at 3am sitting on the couch crying while you ate ice straight out of the carton. You sat silently as the tears streamed down your face, jumping when you felt a hand on your shoulder. Turning around you saw a very tired looking Wanda.

“I’m sorry, did I wake you?” You asked quietly.

“No, but your thoughts did. I never knew someone’s thoughts could be so loud when they’re heartbroken.” Wanda said, sitting down next to you.

“Pfshh, I’m not heartbroken! What in God's name are you talking about?” You said casually, pushing your emotions back down as you set the container of ice cream down on the table in front of you.

“You know, he’s torn up too.” Wanda said, turning to face you.

“And you expect me to believe that why?” You asked, neither of you noticing the new presence that stood in the kitchen.

“Did both of you magically forget I can read minds?” She asked with a laugh, making you feel small.

“Okay well even if he did have feelings for me at one point there’s no way he still feels that way. If he did he wouldn’t have let that girl kiss him at the party,” you said bitterly.

“You have no idea how much he regrets that, and for the record that blonde kissed him. He pushed her off after you ran away.” Wanda explained, putting more hope than you’d cared to admit in your heart.

“He’ll come crawling back to you soon enough, I promise.” she said with a small laugh, patting your back as she got up and left you alone on the couch. Wondering if your feelings for Pietro flowed both ways.

A little more than a week had passed since that night as you were constantly tormented by the question, “Do I wanna know?” because if Pietro did feel the same way towards you at one point, how would the recent events change how he feels for you now?

However now was not the time to dwell on the question racking your head; now you were on a mission with the rest of the team getting some much needed intel from what you thought was an abandoned HYDRA base. But when gunfire erupted you immediately took cover and soon followed Steve’s orders to fall back and head to the quinjet. Running back you tripped and fell face first into the dirt. Getting up you winced as you looked around and saw the last person you’d want hurt.

“Pietro’s shot!” You scream into your comms as you crawled next to him as he laid up against a tree, falling in and out of consciousness. You started to cry worrying your powers wouldn’t be enough as you placed your hands over his wounds, mustering all of the power you could. You thought all hope was lost until you heard a loud gasp as Pietro grabbed onto you and held you close to his chest.

“It’s okay Pietro, I’m here, you’re alright,” you whispered as you started to feel very tired. He ran his fingers through your hair as he stared down at you, in awe of your abilities. You looked back at him with tired eyes.

“I’ll always come crawling back to you,” you said as sleep took over your body. Pietro took it upon himself to speed your sleeping figure back to the quinjet, setting you down as you snored softly. He admired you, but only for a minute as Wanda embraced him in a big hug from behind.

“You have got to stop making the sacrifice play, brother.” she said, more than relieved that he was okay.

“Now I just might. I wouldn’t want to put this beauty under so much stress again right?” He joked, motioning to your sleeping figure. Wanda smiled brightly at him.

“You better not mess this up again, otherwise I’m finding her a more suitable partner.” Wanda joked, punching her brother in the arm playfully.

“No one is more perfect for her than I.” Pietro said with a cocky tone. Wanda only sighed in response, not wanting to admit that he was right.

-

You woke up slowly in a dimly lit room; looking around you saw a familiar man with silver hair asleep in the corner of what you now recognized as the compound’s recovery room. You smiled contently as you used your telekinesis to bring the chair he slept in next to your bed. You reached out for his hand and gently ran your fingers over his knuckles, sighing tranquilly

Pietro slowly awoke as you just stared shamelessly at him.

“Dragosté!” Pietro exclaimed, now fully awake, jumping up and embracing you in a tight hug. He pulled away but kept his close distance, his hot breath fanning over your face as your eyes flickered from his eyes to his lips. A few more stolen moments passed by before Pietro closed the space in-between you two and pressed his soft lips to yours. Moving lazily against each other he slowly pulled away and rested his forehead on yours.

“I’m so sorry for everything, I should’ve seen it sooner.” he said sweetly, pressing another kiss to your cheek as you smiled.

“It’s okay, you’re here now and that’s all that matters.” you said, bringing your hand up to the side of his face, admiring his cobalt blue eyes. His eyes filled with the most love-struck look you’d ever seen as he pressed his lips back on yours, grinning from ear to ear.

You’d have some explaining to do to your other teammates in the morning when they’d inevitably find you both sleeping together in the cramped hospital bed though.

-

Hi all!! I hope this short imagine was fun for you all to read! Some of my more recent one-shots have been getting a lot of attention lately and it makes me so happy! I am over the moon that I’m not only writing again but gaining some traction. Thank you all so much! Don’t forget that my requests are open and feedback is encouraged! Also I just hit 100 followers and I know it’s not much but I’ll be starting a sleepover tomorrow!

Much Love,

-Skyler

[emiewritesthings]

project parenthood (1) - jay halstead

jay halstead x fem!reader/voight!reader

series summary: a series in which y/n and jay are faced with the highs and lows that parenthood has to offer.

part summary: in which y/n and jay welcome a long awaited member of their family.

masterlist

y/n had been through enough in life to know what pain feels like. whether it was physical pain, like the multiple times she had been shot, or emotional, like the death of her mother, she had experienced it all. well that’s what she thought, was until 19 hours when she was wheeled into the maternity unit with what felt like waves of knives and shards of glass crashing against the shore of her body and a rather excited boyfriend that couldn’t stop talking as he followed with a smile. 

sweat was beading on her forehead with every second she laid there with her legs raised and her hands clamped around jay’s as if they were stress balls that would provide some sort of relief to what she was feeling in that moment. for the past few months she had read on the parent forums, which jay introduced her to surprisingly, about other women’s experiences with childbirth. she had seen videos and photos that had scarred her for the rest of her life, but no one seemed to capture the exact feeling that she was going through in that moment. 

“okay another big push, y/n!” the midwife called over the mother to be’s heavy breaths from where she crouched down at the opposite end of the bed. the whole experience would normally have made the young woman feel incredibly awkward and embarrassed, but it was hard to focus on the fact that a group of strangers were staring at her naked bottom half as she used all the power in her body to provide a push. 

“I swear to god I'm gonna kill you for doing this to me, halstead!” with her eyes clutched shut, and a cry leaving her lips, she was still able to deliver the threat with the same fiery edge that she would when she was patrolling the streets with Kim or interrogating some low lives back at the precinct. y/n wasn’t sure what she was expecting from the man she loved with her entire soul, but what she hadn’t considered was to hear the sweet chuckle that left his lips. 

as her body collapsed from the push she had delivered, y/n didn’t hesitate to peer over to her left to provide a playfully harsh glare at the brunette that had the same admiration in his eyes that he had ever since they admitted their feelings for the other all those years ago. 

“it’s nice to know that even in this state, you still maintain your voight ‘I'll kick your ass ‘cause I can’ reputation.” jay teased, causing a grateful grin to plaster itself on y/n’s lips for long enough that jay felt like he wasn’t completely helpless. he hated seeing one of the strongest women he had ever met in so much pain, but was appreciative that even if he couldn’t take her pain away, he could still cause a smile that could cause the entire city to fall to its knees.

“preparing to teach our baby their family roots.” y/n joked, her dried lips pulling up into a smile as she studied the face of one detective jay halstead. everything had been so hectic leading up to this moment that she couldn’t remember the last time she had just looked over his soft features. the love of her life. the soon to be father to her baby. her jay. 

“I must be crazy to even consider trying to control one and a half voights.” leaning over to grab the pot of ice cubes that a nurse had handed them when y/n was first emitted, he gently brought one up to his lips, carefully placing it on her tongue as she parted them. 

“been telling you that since we met. some people just never learn.” she hummed, nearly completely forgetting about what she was doing. however like every sweet moment, it quickly came crashing down when the midwife requested for her to push again. it was almost like a slideshow as the joy in y/n’s eyes was quickly swapped out with fear and exhaustion, her bottom lip trembling as she tried to get ahold of herself to stop her from crying. 

“hey, hey,” jay whispered, pushing himself up from his chair so his body was positioned in a way that blocked her sight from the hospital staff, instead her eyes were locked on the green of a forrest she had explored and would continue to explore for years to come. “you are doing amazing. I'm so proud of you, okay? now I know you are tired and in pain, but we are so close to meeting our baby. just a little longer.” hesitantly, y/n nodded her head, ignoring the tears that slid down the side of her face. 

“are you ready, y/n?” feeling jay press another kiss onto her knuckles, y/n mumbled out a noise of agreement. y/n wasn’t sure exactly how long she was pushing for, it felt like hours, days even, but it couldn’t be that long for the light still shone through the window as she pushed one final time followed by loud cries that were unmistakably her child's. 

“it’s a girl!” someone, y/n wasn’t sure who, called out as the staff fussed with the small bundle of red skin and dark hair. the announcement caused a small sob of happiness to leave the couple’s lips, jay squeezing the hand of his girlfriend with the same force she had when she was delivering their little girl.

“did you hear that, a baby girl. you did it.” jay was brought to tears as he too listened to a sound that he would be getting used to for the years to come. bringing his thumb of his spare hand towards her face, he quickly flicked the tears off her cheek before planting a passionate kiss against her lips, melting into them for moment before pulling back, resting his forehead against her sweaty one. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too.” she whispered, before a clearing of the throat parted them, revealing a midwife holding their baby, their girl, their daughter. pulling the hospital gown slightly, the child’s bare skin was pressed against her mother’s the sight of such a delicate, fragile human being made y/n’s cries increase, her and jay had really creating someone so beautiful. she couldn’t quite believe she was finally here. 

“congratulations, she’s beautiful.” the midwife sung, watching as y/n and jay greeted the long awaited guest to their new family. 

“just like her mother.” jay mumbled into y/n’s hair, as he pressed his lips against her head gently, taking a seat besides her on the bed. y/n looked up at him with a look that spoke a million words without her even parting her lips. this was it for her, she finally found what she had been implicitly looking for her entire life. happiness. 

--

it hadn’t even been an hour by the time the room was cleared out and both mother and daughter were in the wonderful world of sleep. jay had been dozing off in the chair besides the bed, however every now and then he couldn’t help but check to make sure the two most important women in his life were okay. his flickering between sleep and consciousness seemed to break when he heard a knock at the door and was greeted by a familiar red head. 

“so a girl, huh?” will whispered, not wanting to wake up his as good as sister in law or the baby. pushing himself out of the chair, jay joined his brother by the edge of the bassinet, glancing down at the newest halstead. “lucky she looks like her mom, huh?” will joked, slightly nudging his brother’s ribs with his elbow. jay chuckled lowly. “you got a name for the little rugrat yet?” 

“not y-.” jay started but failed to finish for before he could another voice answered over him, causing both men to turn their heads to face the young women laid in the bed drowsily. 

“actually, I think we do,” pushing herself up on her arms, she swatted away jay as he attempted to move to help her. “I was thinking what about the name Sophie Camille Halstead. I know I never met you mom and you never met mine but I like to think they are up there together cursing us out for not even considering naming our first daughter after the pair.” y/n giggled, however the look on jay’s face was not filled with humour but instead shock. when they chose not to find out the gender of the baby they had briefly talked about names, but never had they mentioned their past mothers. tears pooled at the bottom of his eyes before he pushed forward to wrap his arms firmly around her body. 

“I love it,” jay mumbled. “I love you.” 

“love you too.” 

“look I don’t want to spoilt this moment, but currently the waiting room is being taken up by the entire 21st precinct that had been waiting hours for any news.” will informed the couple, that both gave the other a look that had them both picturing the chaos that was happening just down the hall. 

“you should go, take Sophie and introduce her to her family.” y/n insisted, glancing over at the baby that still was very much asleep, before returning her gaze towards a skeptical looking jay. “I insist, there is no way I am moving out of this bed until they force me out. tell my dad to come in and that I will see the rest of them tomorrow or something. now go and show off our little girl.” the smile that spread across her face was enough convincing for jay who carefully picked up the blanket wrapped bundle of warmth, before following will out of the room. 

as they made their way through the hallway, jay could hear the chaos kicking off from behind the double doors. voight’s deep voice could be heard shouting at someone that was clearing irritating him, probably Adam, and trudy who yelled for someone to give them some sort of update. 

as the door finally opened, all attention was turned towards jay and his Sophie as a few gasps and murmurs could be heard. clearing his throat, he quickly readjusted his holding of the baby, before facing the crowd. 

“I'd like to formally introduce the 21st newest recruit, Sophie Camille Halstead.” he announced with a permanent smile etched into his lips, meeting voight’s eyes he watched as the walls of steel that usually stood strong and tall fell at the sight of his granddaughter. as jay was suddenly flooded by friends and colleagues asking questions, he couldn’t quite bring himself to move his gaze away from his daughter, that he vowed to protects, as well as her mother, for as long as he shall live. 

[onceupona-chaos]

Shackles and bridges: SJM and the mating bond

I know there are a lot of posts about this, but I wanted to do one myself, so here we go.

DISCLAIMER: This is my interpretation as someone who is a very new member of this fandom and has more contact with “common readers”, since I was one myself until a couple of months ago. Everything here is based on textual evidence and my experience as an avid reader, so take a step back from any ship. But I will talk about the probability of a rejected mating bond, so if that's not your cup of tea, be warned. English is not my first language, so forgive me for any mistakes.

Be kind!

Also, minor spoiler for CC.

The mating bond is the most important element in SJM’s books and it's present in most of the main endgame couples. Aelin and Rowan, Feyre and Rhys, Nesta and Cassian, for example.

It’s described as this precious, sacred bridge between souls - or is it?

SJM is a very formulaic writer. We can draw several parallels with her writing, due to the way she structures her scenes and chooses her words.

We saw this explicitly with Nesta and Cassian in the Solstice scene, which is very similar to the one between Feyre and Rhysand: an emotional discussion, kissing tears away, lovemaking with “say it” and “you’re mine”, mating bond glowing between them, on and on.

Different characters, but same scenario, same process, same wording, almost the same scene.

However, considering that every mated couple until now ends up together HEA, I have the feeling that SJM is starting to explore the mating bond in different ways, otherwise every one of her books would be too… similar? In a way that the reader wouldn’t be surprised anymore, it would be the same story over and over.

To the ones who are faithful to those characters and to her books (her fans), this isn’t exactly a problem, but we have to consider the other readers as well, the bigger audience (SJM sold millions of copies, so not everyone who reads her books is engaged online).

For that exact reason, to approach a narrative element in a different way is very common among writers.

I’ll give you an example with Cassandra Clare and the parabatai bond (SPOILERS from TDA): the parabatai bond is an oath between friends who swear to protect each other. In TMI and TID, we have this bond between friends (Jace and Alec/ Will and Jem) that are almost brothers. However, in TDA, we have two parabatai (Julian and Emma) falling in love with each other, which is extremely forbidden.

The different ways a writer can approach the same elements are important to keep the readers engaged - not the reader who is a fan, but especially the occasional reader. Otherwise, it would be the “if you’ve read one, you’ve read them all” kind of thing, which is no bueno.

With that in mind, I really think SJM is starting to explore/ approach different sides of the mating bond.

Mate—not husband. The Fae had mates: an unbreakable bond, deeper than marriage, that lasted beyond death. (Heir of Fire/ ToG)

“But if they’re blessed, they’ll find their mate—their equal, their match in every way. High Fae wed without the mating bond, but if you find your mate, the bond is so deep that marriage is … insignificant in comparison.”

Another proof that SJM is formulaic: in both ToG and ACOTAR, the bond is presented for the first time in comparison to marriage, as something deeper and sacred.

However, Bryce, main character of CC (SJM book published before ACOSF), looks at it very differently:

“And at least he’s not some psychotic alphahole who will demand a three- day sex marathon and then call me his mate, lock me in his house, and never let me out again.” Which was why Reid—human, okay-at-sex Reid—was perfect.

This is such a contrast. To Bryce, the mating bond would take her freedom away (keep that in mind).

I’m not saying Bryce won’t have a mate or anything like that, but we don’t start reading CC with the same vision about the mating bond presented in the other books: a sacred bond, deeper than marriage. Bryce couldn’t care less about that, not once she wondered if Hunt is her mate.

Therefore, I don’t think SJM finally writing a different story about the mating bond so unthinkable. On the contrary, we see writers doing that all the time.

Also, I’m not saying Elain will reject it, but SJM is not only approaching the mating bond in different ways now, but she already structured a very solid base for a mating bond rejection to happen if she wants to:

ACOWAR

“You said your mother and father were wrong for each other; Tamlin said his own parents were wrong for each other.” I peeled off my dressing robe. “So it can’t be a perfect system of matching. What if”—I jerked my chin toward the window, to my sister and the shadowsinger in the garden—“that is what she needs? Is there no free will? What if Lucien wishes the union but she doesn’t?”

“A mating bond can be rejected”.

SJM already wrote a whole scene to explain the mating bond and how, for some people, is not this sacred thing and it can be rejected. Not only that, she directly approached that Elain could reject it if she wanted to, and that scene involved Lucien and Azriel.

“You are his mate. Do you even know what that means?”

“It means nothing,” Elain said, her voice breaking. “It means nothing. I don’t care who decided it or why they did—”

“You belong to him.”

“I belong to no one. But my heart belongs to you.“

Also in ACOWAR, Elain makes herself very clear: she would have ignored/ rejected the mating bond right there if Graysen still wanted a future with her, because she loved him. She would have chosen to follow her heart without hesitation.

The funny thing is that Azriel - Elain's current love interest - never saw that scene, never saw how Elain vigorously rejected Lucien for someone she loved or the way Graysen rejected her (I’ll leave this information to you).

ACOFAS

Those doe-brown eyes turned toward me. Sharper than I’d ever seen them.

“And that entitles him to my time, my affections?”

“No.” I blinked.

Her mouth tightened, the only sign of anger in her graceful countenance. “I don’t want a mate. I don’t want a male.”

Months go by and Elain is still uncomfortable with the bond.

ACOSF

“I am not always in this city to see my mate.” The last two words dripped with discomfort.

Her brown eyes were wary. Usually, that look was reserved for Lucien.

Elain only shrank further into herself, no trace of that newfound boldness to be seen.

At this point, it’s clear: the question "what if the Cauldron was wrong?" didn’t come out of nowhere, not only for Azriel, but in the narrative as well.

SJM had been slowly hinted at for three books now. I know she can change her mind, but if she wants to write about it, she made sure to write the perfect opportunity:

SJM already wrote a scene about the possibility of Elain rejecting the bond, that involved Elain, Lucien and Azriel, so it’s not coming from nowhere;

Lucien compared how different Elain is from the female who he had really loved;

They are both uncomfortable around each other;

Elain is romantically interested in someone else, who was part of that scene back in ACOWAR when we were presented to the possibility;

This someone else (Azriel) is interested in her;

SJM made sure to tie the romantic plot (Elain’s mating bond) with a political plot (Blood Duel);

The political plot is connected to the overarching plot (Autumn Court, Beron and Eris/ Koschei);

Mostly important: Elain is showing for three books that she doesn't want the bond;

"I don't want a mate. I don't want a male."

She literally said that with all the letters.

We can see this dichotomy between shackles (no freedom) x bridge (a connection) regarding Lucien as well.

"(Jesminda) She had chosen him. Elain had been … thrown at him."

He said that Elain had been thrown at him and also that they were shackled.

“Give her time to accept it.”

“To accept a life shackled to me?” (ACOFAS)

And then right in the next book (ACOSF) we have this:

“Well, I didn’t have a choice in being shackled to you, either.”

The declaration slammed into her. Shackled.(…)

Shackled.

Words beckoned, sharp as knives, begging for her to grab one and plunge it into his chest. Make him hurt as much as that one word hurt her.

SJM emphasized what that one word meant by repeating it and using italics. It’s another side of a mating bond: not a bridge of connection, but shackles with no freedom, no choice.

If Nesta was that hurt when Cassian (someone she loves) said that he didn’t get a choice in being "shackled” to her, can you imagine how is it for Elain and to actually have this bond with someone she don't love? And to Lucien as well?

The thing is in terms of storytelling, and by that I mean the plot, it’s undeniable that we already have everything that’s necessary to approach the matter of the mating bond in a way the reader has never seen before.

It’s a huge possibility, one that would make the regular readers interested (we have to remember that, not everyone who reads those books is engaged. They read them when it’s appealing).

If you want to look deeper, we can see little clues that point to that narrative path, too:

Elain shall wed for love and beauty.

The bond Elain had chosen.

Elain cut in sharply, “I am not a child to be fought over.”

Now, why hasn't Elain rejected the bond?

Because a writer doesn’t waist a good plot like that. Simple as that.

Let me tell you: SJM won’t waist that plot because a part of the fandom doesn’t like Elain, because 1) the online fandom itself is just a part of the readers; 2) inside the online fandom there are people who dislike Elain, who are neutral about her and people who like her; 3) SJM already know some people hate Elain, otherwise she wouldn’t have wrote this:

You think Elain is boring?

I think she’s kind, I’ll take kindness over nastiness any day. But I also think we haven’t seen all she has to offer yet.

SJM already told us she likes to write about disliked characters. She will write the story she wants to write and ACOSF is the major proof of that. If it’s a rejection or not, only she knows, everything could happen.

But SJM has been writing about mating bonds for years, do you really think the first time we get to see a rejection it would be for someone else’s POV? Or in a minor plot as if it isn’t a big deal? Especially when this rejection is directly related to a political plot and to the overarching plot?

No, not when SJM has enough material to write 700 pages and more, not when she has the opportunity to make a whole book out of this, one that is something entirely new for the reader, not when SJM built the perfect opportunity herself.

[chikaiomoi]

take the fire from within, you won’t break me

characters: LOV, hawks (eventual dabi x hawks x female reader)

title: ‘take the fire from within, you won’t break me’ (lyrics from ‘tourniquet’ by breaking benjamin) | part one

words: 5k

warnings: dark themes, drug mention, guns, knives, gangs, shigaraki being... shigaraki, cops, suggestive themes. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

synopsis:

it’s the end of the university semester and you’ve returned home for a break, excited to see your loving parents and your adorable younger sister, himiko. however, something is off with your sister. you follow her, only to be dragged into the world of underground criminals and gangs.

[quirkless au/modern au]

Fresh blossom and cinnamon — the scent of home. It greets you as you walk inside, returning to your family home after weeks away at university. Of course, it’s not the only thing that greets you.

“Welcome home, onee-san!” The voice of your younger sister chimes. Himiko bounds down the stairs, skipping every other step as if falling down was simply impossible. She jumps on you, throwing her arms around your tired form to embrace before you have a chance to drop your heavy belongings. She mewls with excitement, kicking her legs in the air as she hangs from your shoulders before finally letting go. 

She looks the same as she had the last time you were home - blonde hair in messy buns on either side of her head. Still in her high school uniform, she must only have returned home recently.

You grin at her and pat her head whilst dropping your bag on the floor, shoulder thanking you for relief from the weight. “Missed me, huh?” you tease as you remove your shoes and slide on the slippers eagerly awaiting your return. 

“Duh,” Himiko scoffs and practically drags you into the living room. She plops down onto the small couch, but so kindly left room for her big sister. “Who else am I meant to annoy when you’re away? Can’t you come home more often?” she whined.

Her golden eyes peer up at you with such a desperation that you’re almost tempted to say yes, but you know it’s pointless; you’ll only disappoint her in the future. Life as a medical student is hard and you’re busy studying so much of the time, as well as working part-time to support yourself. The least you can do is spend as much time as possible with her whilst visiting home.

“I wish,” you sigh and lean back, stretching out your legs, stiff from the train journey. “Why don’t we go to the convenience store, buy some snacks, then come back and have a movie night?” It’s a good suggestion, usually. Although you have different tastes in movies, the two of you always have fun. 

But Himiko sighs. “Can’t tonight — gonna hang out with some friends.”

Friends? Friends?

Himiko has never been good at making friends. As much as you love her, she’s too forward and overwhelming. If she has friends, you can only imagine they’re of a similar calibre to her.

You might have pouted and begged her to stay if the thought of your sister finally having friends didn’t fill your chest with joy. You grin and poke her arm. “Friends, huh? What are their names? Are they from school? What are they like?”

The blonde rolls her eyes at the sudden barrage of questions. “They’re cool, that’s all you need to know.” Those are the only answers you’re getting for now — you’ll press for more later. 

It’s then that your parents come down the stairs and greet you with bright smiles. Only, they’re dressed in fine clothes and your mother has makeup on, which she only ever wears when going somewhere fancy. You pout. “Are you going out too?” 

Your father holds up his palms. “In our defence, you weren’t supposed to come home until tomorrow.” 

Your mother squeezes your cheek as if you were still six years old. “There’s leftovers in the fridge, plenty to choose from.” 

Wonderful. Your first night back and you’re spending it alone. At least you don’t have to cook for yourself. 

Your parents leave before Himiko does, but once they’re gone, she hurries up to her bedroom to change. After sliding your feet out of your slippers, you curl up on the couch and grab your phone to flick through social media. Friends post pictures of their cakes from cafés, or snaps from their evening at karaoke, or even pictures of the evening sky. You could have joined along if you hadn’t come home a day early. 

After half an hour, Himiko skips down the stairs, dressed in casual clothes, hair still as it was before. Dropping her backpack onto the floor by your feet, she goes into the kitchen. “Do you want a drink? I have stuff for tapiru,” she calls. “I’ll make you one before I go — a way to say sorry for abandoning you tonight.” She giggles and your lips curl up into a smile.

“Yes, please!” 

Your legs spin over the edge of the sofa, ready to jump up and join her in the kitchen, but her backpack is slightly open and the ceiling light reflects off something that catches your attention. Glancing up, you make sure she can’t see before you peer into her bag. 

You gasp, hand shooting to your mouth. 

A gun. A silver handgun. It’s not a toy. No, by the weight of it, it’s real. When you push it aside, you see a sheathed knife too. 

Why the fuck did she have these?! 

It had to be these new friends of hers. Yes, Himiko had always been a little crazy and had a bizarre obsession with slasher movies. In this regard, the knife didn’t startle you that much. But the gun? No, no… Himiko hadn’t liked guns, would never use one if given the chance. Not personal enough, she would say.

Your first instinct — out of fear and concern and anger — is to yell at her and ask her why she had dangerous weapons. But a tiny voice in the back of your mind stops you. 

If Himiko finally has friends, your concerns won’t be enough to stop her. Friends are all she has ever wanted; even the pleas of the sister she loved dearly won’t be enough to pull her from that friendship. 

You must be pale when she returns with bubble tea, because she giggles as she hands the cup to you. “You’re not afraid to be alone tonight, are you?”

Forcing a smile to your lips, you shake your head and take the tea. “No, just tired. Thanks, Himicchi.”

The nickname makes a wide grin spread onto her face, revealing the two pointed teeth that always make her stand out from the crowd. Your mother has a similar shape of canines, but you inherited the blunter ones of your father. 

Once you taste the tea and she knows you like it, she scoops up her bag. “See you later, onee-chan!”

Your stomach turns with uncomfort, twisting and clenching. Your little sister… with a gun. 

When she leaves, you watch her from the window, and it takes all of your strength not to follow her.

Fuck that, you don’t have the strength to sit idle. You slip on your shoes, pocket your phone, and follow your sister.

When you were younger, you were always better at hide-and-seek than she was, which might be why you’re able to follow her through the streets without her noticing. If she has noticed, she hasn't said anything or tried to throw you off her trail. 

The building she approaches is concerning – it’s old, abandoned, and derelict – but it’s not that which concerns you the most. It’s the group of men, all your age or older, hanging outside, greeting her as she approaches. Two are smoking, and from the shape of the piece in their fingers, you can’t tell if it’s tobacco or weed. One is sitting on top of a car, counting notes before handing a lump to Himiko. He pats the top of her head before returning to counting bills. 

From the dark doorway, two other men approach. One is tall, easily the oldest of the group, wearing a waistcoat and a tie like a dodgy businessman. The other you can’t make out that well. His raggy blue hair covers most of his features. At their gesture, the others and Himiko go inside.

Your heart sinks into your stomach. 

You ought to run in and shout at them. What do they think they’re doing hanging around a sixteen year old? And what were they paying her for?! You ought to rush in, grab your sister’s hand and drag her out of there.

But doing so might only push her away from you. It could do more harm than good.

So, instead, you go home and wait for the night to be over.

*

Eyes narrow as you glare at the run-down building, which only looks worse in daylight. It’s a Friday and Himiko is at school, giving you the chance to finally approach the scumbags. They’re in there – you watched them saunter in ten minutes ago. 

You’re too concerned with your sister’s safety to think about your own, to consider that they likely have weapons with them, and you storm into the building, burning with fury. Your hands shake and your heart pounds at one million miles an hour, but you don’t care. They need to know just how scummy they are, how disgraceful it is that they’ve roped a teenage girl into whatever gross activities they get up to. You follow the sound of voices and slam open the door. Six heads snap in your direction.

“What the fu–” a blond man starts, but you cut him off.

“How fucking dare you,” you growl, fists clenched at your sides to hide the trembles. “Do you know how old she is?! She’s sixteen, for fuck’s sake! What are grown men doing hanging around a sixteen year old? She’s still in school! Are you fucking perverts or something?! And what are you paying her for, what sort of…”

You trail off when your eyes register the barrel of a gun pointing at your head. 

The blue-haired man, who looks your age up close, holds the handgun, pressing the barrel against your forehead. A sickly grin spreads across his face, chapped lips revealing teeth. “You must be Himiko’s older sister.” He laughs and the sound shakes your bones – it’s dark, it’s unnatural, it’s predatory. Then, the grin drops and his crimson eyes bore into you. 

“Let me lay this out for you,” he says. “None of us have even looked at your sister that way. We’re not that kind of criminal.” His words earn chuckles from the others behind him. “Pretty bold of you to storm in here like a trembling doe. If you know your sister has been hanging out with us, then surely you know how dangerous we are?” As if for emphasis, he releases the safety on the gun.

You swallow the lump blocking your dried-up throat. Your stomach turns, threatening to bring up breakfast. 

“We’re not very nice people,” he continues. “Not very nice people with scary guns are very dangerous. If you say or do the wrong thing, you could end up with a bullet right between those pretty eyes of yours. I should kill you for trespassing, really, but I’m not that cruel.” Another sick laugh escapes him as he lowers the gun. “I can be nice when I want to be. So, I’m going to make you a deal.”

He holsters the gun and grabs you by the shoulders, fingers digging into your flesh. “There’s a job you can do for me. I’m sure you’ll say yes. After all, you don’t want to die, do you? And you certainly won’t want little Himiko doing it.” With a wave of his hand, he gestures another man over. 

One of the smokers steps forward, holding up a tightly sealed package. You’ve seen enough crime shows and documentaries to know what it is – drugs. The dark-haired man smirks at the way your eyes widen, throat bobbing as you try to form words, but your voice fails you. 

“I’ll forgive you if you deliver these,” blue-hair speaks again. You assume he’s the leader, even though he looks the youngest (aside from Himiko). “Take Dabi with you. I don’t want you running off to the police crying and begging for help. We’d know if you did, you see, and we’d make sure you were very, very sorry.”

Sucking in a slow, shaky breath between your lips, you nod. You couldn’t refuse. Refusing means a bullet in the head. Refusing means your sister will have to deliver the drugs instead. Although your body trembles and begs you to run away from it all, you allow Dabi to grab your elbow and drag you out of the building. He opens the door to a black Ford Mustang, decorated with blue flame decals by the wheels. It’s tacky and cringy and under normal circumstances, you would pull a face and comment on it. But not now. 

Now, your life is in danger.

“Put your seatbelt on,” Dabi’s gravelly voice sounds as you both get into the car. “Don’t want you flying through the window if we crash.”

“Are you that bad of a driver?” The comment leaves your mouth before you have time to consider his reaction. The moment you hear the words yourself, however, you flinch and look away.

He doesn’t snap at you, though. He chuckles and ignites the engine. 

“So… Thought you could burst into our hideout and actually frighten us?” he laughs, glancing at you from aside with those piercing blue eyes. “Where do you get that confidence from? I’d love to know.”

Your face heats up, cheeks turning red, and you roll your eyes. “I wasn’t thinking,” you murmur. “I was just mad. All I knew was that my little sister was hanging out with adult men. Do you know how suspicious that is?”

Dabi scoffs. “I get your point, but as the boss said, we’re not like that. I like women, not girls.” The corner of his lips curl upwards. “I like smart women. Independent women. Women who go out there and do what they want to do.” He pauses, then continues. “I like women who secretly enjoy reading manga. I like women who sing in the shower like no one is listening. I like women who come home to their families a day early.”

You narrow your eyes. “Himiko has mentioned me, hasn’t she?”

“Maybe,” he chuckles.

You roll your eyes again. “Dick.”

“Thinking about that, huh?”

His words only turn your flush redder. “I’m not interested in men like you.” Even if he is pleasing on the eye, he’s a criminal, certainly not someone you want to take home to your family. He’s the sort of guy you’d fuck one night if confident from alcohol in your system, no the sort of guy you’d go on a date with. 

The rest of the journey is mostly silent, save from the music playing almost inaudibly through the speakers. You don’t recognise any of the songs, and when you ask him who the artist is, he names someone you have never even heard of. Not that you have any intention of listening to it when you return home. 

Eventually, the car stops by an empty alleyway, relatively dark considering how bright the sun is. “Here we go,” he said, unclipping his seatbelt. He passes the package to you and smiles. “Don’t be long. I’ll be here if something goes…” his voice trails off when he peers out of the window and down into the alley.

You shrug it off, grab the package, unbuckle your seatbelt, and open the car door.

Dabi grabs your wrist. “No, no, stay here. I know that guy.”

A brow on your forehead raises. “So? Let me go, I need to do this jo--”

“No, you’re not. I went to high school with him, he’s not the kind of guy to want drugs.” 

You sigh. “Maybe he’s changed since high school. Himiko never used to be the kind of girl to join a gang, but here she is. I never used to be the kind of girl who would sing in front of others, but now I go to karaoke with my friends every weekend. People change, Dabi. Now let me get out to do this job.”

He looks at you, head tilting ever so slightly. “You go to karaoke every weekend?”

With a scowl, you shake off his grip and get out of the car. In a hushed voice, he tries to summon you back, but you ignore him and approach the man waiting.

He looks no longer than you, messy blond hair pushed back, headphones around his neck. There’s a cigarette between his fingers, which he drops and stomps out with his boot. “I wasn’t told I’d be getting eye candy too,” he chuckles, plastering a grin on his face. His hand thrusts out. “I’m Hawks.”

You can’t help but laugh. “Is that your real name?” You don’t shake his hand.

“Of course not. You think I’m going to use my real name for this?” 

You hum and hold out your hand. “Money first, please.” You’ve never dealt drugs before, but you’ve seen enough crime shows to know that the dealer never hands items over without feeling the payment in their hands.

Hawks laughs at you but he doesn’t argue. He pulls out a wad of notes from his pocket and drops it into your open palm. 

A fake smile finds its home on your lips and you hold the package out. 

“Oi, get back here!” Dabi shouts from the car.

Hawks’s expression drops. He tosses the package behind him and grabs your wrist, spinning you around. He pins you to the wall just as you hear tyres screeching. Dabi’s car is no longer in sight when Hawks speaks again.

“You’re under arrest for the intent to supply,” he says, and reads out the rights to you, but his voice fades into nothing.

You hear nothing. You only feel the cold, metal cuffs clamped around your wrist. Your body doesn’t react as a police car pulls up and Hawks pushes you into the back of it. 

Nothing. You feel nothing.

Numb. 

Numb. 

Empty.

Until the police station comes into view and your body fills with fear. “N-no, you’ve got this all wrong, I’m not-”

“I caught you in the act, sweetheart. Unless you’re going to tell me that wasn’t cocaine in that package?” 

You fall silent again, only speaking to answer questions when they register you at the front desk. You don’t even speak when they pat you down. Then, Hawks takes you through to an interview room, tells you to sit, then takes off the cuffs. 

He sits opposite you and leans back, crossing his arms. “Detective Takami Keigo. Want to tell me what you were doing dealing drugs?”

Your throat dries up and you force yourself to swallow before you even try to speak. “I-I…”

“The front desk couldn’t pull up a criminal history because you have none. How did you get roped into this?” he asks. 

“I was trying to protect my sister,” you mutter. So much for helping her… Now she was going to find out what you tried to do. It’s so easy to picture the face she’ll make when you return home; the way she’ll cross her arms, the downward turn of her lips, the crease between her eyebrows when she frowns. 

“Protect her from what?” Keigo asks.

With a sigh, you rub your eyes. He’s a detective. If you’re honest, surely, he will understand and you won’t be in trouble? “Yesterday I found out that my little sister is hanging around men much older than her. So, today, I found them and I… Well, I told them what I thought of them. What else was I supposed to think they were doing? She even had a gun in her bag, she’s never had one before. But then the leader - I can’t remember his name - pointed a gun to my head and said if I didn’t do what he asked, he’d kill me. He said if I did this, then it would mean my sister didn’t have to.”

He studies you as you speak. When you finish, he leans forward. “The gang leader, what did he look like?”

Your face contorts into an expression of pure disgust. “Like he needs to invest in moisturiser. And needs to take a bath. His hair is blue and it hangs over his face so you can’t really see what he looks like, but when he gets close, he has the sickliest of smiles.”

Keigo hums. “Shigaraki Tomura. We’ve had our eye on him for a while. We know he’s up to something more than simple drug-dealing, but we don’t know what, yet. If we arrest him now, he’ll not be away for long enough. He’s tricky, though. Always goes under the radar just when we think we have something.” 

“Detective Takami, please…” you say as you lean forward, hands flat on the wooden table between the two of you. “I just want to protect my sister and get out of there alive. I didn’t want to do anything illegal. I’m a university student, I want a good life.”

His lips grow into a faint smile. “Then I’ll make you a deal. You and your sister will be granted immunity… if you feed information on Shigaraki Tomura to me.”

Your chest squeezes tight. “H-how do I do that?”

“You’ll have to go back.”

“N-no, please, I can’t-”

“If anything gets too dangerous, then I’ll get you out of there,” Keigo promises. He grabs your hand across the table and squeezes it, his palm warm over your skin. “But if you help with my investigation, then I promise both you and your sister won’t face criminal charges for anything you’re involved in.”

You take the deal. Of course you do, you’d be a fool not to. This morning you promised to yourself that you’d protect Himiko. Then, you had only intended to shout at those guys, but now… Now you’re helping with a criminal investigation. 

Fuck.

A police officer drives you home, but you ask that he drops you off several streets away from home. You don’t want your family to see you get out of a police car, so you walk the rest of the way. Your parents aren’t home yet, but Himiko is.

She’s waiting for you, arms crossed as she stands in the doorway, eyes narrowed, that crease between her brows. “Dabi told me what happened,” she says, her voice colder than you’ve ever heard it before.

“Himiko-”

“How could you be such an idiot?! You should have listened to him, you wouldn’t have been arrested if you had!”

You’re too tired to argue. Too tired to shout at her for joining a dangerous gang. Too tired to explain your reasons. You can’t, anyway, it would jeopardise your deal with Detective Takami. Instead, you apologise and go to bed. Himiko doesn’t bother you for the rest of the night.

Your plan is to wait a couple of days before returning to the hideout. Given how afraid you were, if you go back straight away, it might just look suspicious. It gives you time to psych yourself up for going undercover, anyway. 

You wander out to the convenience store down the road, craving something sweet and overwhelmingly carbohydrate. You’re browsing the selection of sweet breads when an arm drapes itself around your shoulder. 

You gasp and squirm away, only to come face-to-face with Dabi when he pulls you back to him. “Thought you’d be in a prison cell.”

Cheeks flushing bright red, your gaze darts around quickly to check no one heard him. “They let me go seeing as I have no other offences. I claimed I had no idea what it really was. Don’t think they believed that, but I don’t think I’m the type of person they’re after.” 

His azure eyes pierce through yours, searching deep into your core. If he stares at you for too long, you might just crack under the pressure and blurt out the truth. Thankfully, he looks away and grabs two melonpan and gestures for you to follow him. Once they’re paid for, he guides you out to his car. “Get in.”

You do as you're told because, quite frankly, you’re too afraid to say no. He drives off and bites the corner of the plastic off the wrapper, then bites into the melonpan. The taste makes him groan, and you wonder if, beneath that tough criminal exterior, he’s a normal guy who likes the taste of good food. 

“So,” he starts mid-bite, because obviously he lacks manners. “What exactly happened?”

“Like I said, they let me go.”

Dabi scoffs. “Bullshit. Tell me the truth.”

You huff. “I am telling the truth!”

He just laughs and shakes his head. Of course he doesn’t believe you.

Shigaraki doesn’t believe you when you tell him, either.

“Do you think I was born yesterday?” he asks, glaring at you beneath thick blue hair. “They wouldn’t just let you go. Tell me what happened.”

“As I said-”

His hand drops to his gun.

“O-okay, okay, that’s not what happened…”

Shigaraki chuckles and moves his hand away from the gun. “Good girl.” He studies you. “They asked you to relay information to them, didn’t they?”

You start to wonder how he worked it out so quickly, but in all honesty, you’re not surprised. He’s probably more organised than your class notes. 

He walks closer to you - so close that you can smell the overly-sweet aroma of his breath from the energy drink he downed when you walked in. “You’re going to feed the police incorrect information, do you understand? Because if you don’t…” His face contorts into a tormenting smirk. “I’ll break your kneecaps. Then, I’ll break your elbows. Once I’ve done that, I’ll put a bullet in that pretty head.” A bony hand caresses your cheek, brushing hair away from your face. “But not before I do the same to little Himiko.”

Your heart stops. 

No.. No, not to Himiko.

Your sister’s smile pops into your mind and you can hear her laugh. Not your little sister. 

“A-alright…” you mutter and clench your fists to hide your trembling. “I’ll do it.” 

Shigaraki pats your cheek. “Good girl.” He moves away and waves his hand. “Take her home, Dabi.”

The journey home is so silent you think you’re going to suffocate on it. Yet, at the same time, there’s nothing you can bring yourself to say. Dabi doesn’t even play that shit music he had on yesterday. 

When he pulls up outside your house, you both remain there, quiet, until he leans a little closer and his arm drapes over the back of the passenger seat. “I know this is frightening for you. Shigaraki can be overwhelming and intimidating and fucking sick and scary.” A heavy breath escapes from his nostrils and he reaches into your pocket, swiping your phone. You try to grab it back, but he holds it away and types something in. “There’s my number. I’m here if you need anything, alright?”

You look up at him with a frown as he hands back your phone. “Why?” you mutter. “We’re strangers, we don’t know each other.”

His eyes search your face as he chuckles, and you take the chance to do the same. Scars line his sharp jaw, although it’s not obvious we’re they’re from. His hair is dyed - you can tell by the hint of white at his roots. Well, it’s either that or he’s going grey early. His face is young, perhaps only older than you by a year or two. He’s handsome. Incredibly so. When you think of criminals, you think of rough-looking folk, but he is nothing of the sort. The bright blue eyes are incredibly charming, as is the smile on his lips. 

The smile he forms because he notices you’re staring at him.

You look away, your cheeks turning pink. With a huff, you hold out your hand. “Phone.” When he gives you it, you type in your details, then shove it back into his hand. His fingers graze over yours, warm but calloused. The contact makes you suck in a breath, and you mentally scold yourself for reacting in such a way, 

Dabi leans closer and his voice lowers in tone. “If you need anything, just text me, or call me. Anything.” He leans even closer and you think he’s-

Knock, knock, knock.

Your heart nearly jumps out of your throat as you snap towards the window. 

Himiko glares as Dabi rolls down the window. “Oi, stop flirting with my sister.”

“H-he wasn’t-” you quickly say, but he just laughs.

“Aw, Toga… I’m just having fun.”

Himiko rolls her eyes and yanks the car door open, practically dragging you from it. “Goodbye, Dabi!” she says as she slams the car door shut. She doesn’t let go of your hand until you’re both inside the house and she huffs, poking your warm cheek. “Don’t blush at his words. He’s a player.”

Maybe he is, but all you can think about for the rest of the day is the warmth of his breath against your skin as he leaned closer. All you can imagine is what might have happened if your sister hadn’t interrupted. 

Lying in bed that night, you stare at his contact details. Maybe you should text him… Just to say thank you for driving you home, right? Your finger hovers over the screen.

Ping.

Remember, I said you can contact me for ANY reason. I don’t care what. 

You roll your eyes and type back.

I know what you mean, you pervert.

You stare at the three dots that bounce on the screen whilst he types back. For some reason, you’re eager to see how he’ll respond to such name calling. Naturally, he lives up to it.

I look forward to receiving one of your late night texts, then, when you just can’t sleep because of the throbbing heat between your legs.

You pull a face at his vulgarity and set your phone down to close your eyes. But then… That throbbing heat between your legs disrupts your attempt to sleep.

You won’t text him. You won’t. 

So, you don’t, and you fall asleep completely unsatisfied.