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visd3stele · 3 years ago

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Go, go, darling agents (superhero/vigilante au!) PART 1; PART 2; PART 3

summary: Times like this make you feel the entirety of the responsability truly landing on your shoulders: you have a difficult call to make. One that will completely affect your relationship with your boyfriend, Billy.

tw: mentions of violence, child abuse,light implications of sexual conotation

a/n: did you miss my fics? well, here is a new one anyway

masterlist ; request (closed)

Your whole life is a chain of tough calls after tough calls: when you escaped the experimental facility followed by all the other teens trapped in there, when you joined S.H.I.E.L.D's college for the 'gifted' knowing too damn well you couldn't have a normal life, when you departed from it unable to follow protocle when lives are at stake and made your own vigilante team. And so many more after that; because you understood what it meant to be in your position. Someone with superhuman abilities. A leader.

Thinking back, you can barely pin-point a sense of dread aimed at the past. The choices you made, you were happy with them. Guilt free, remorseless. What you were hurt by, you knew it wasn't your fault. It wasn't your fault your father died months before your birth. It was beyond your power to stop your mother from selling you off to the gouvermental operation. The mutations in your body were out of your control. And you've made peace with it.

Not a single soul have been lost on your watch. It's your biggest pride. How you managed to always find a way to save your people. Be it the team you lead or the civilians you help, everybody made it out safe and alive. With scars to remind them how Death's caress feels like, sure, but also pain and hours of medical interventions to not forget Life.

The Limbo. As far away in the past as your story goes, you've been called The Limbo. That place between Life and Death. Exactly because you refused to let your own die, but never spared an enemy. It's the bane bone of your existence. You can't change it now! You can't change it now ! Not when it's about him. Not if it's Billy's life you're gambling...

"Boss?" A sharp inhale in your ear shattered you to your core. You blinked once. Twice. Breathed in. Out.

"I'm here."

"We still can't reconnect to Blackbird's."

"Keep trying."

A while ago you accepted a new recruit in your group. Your family. Billy Blackbird Russo. A lone vigilante living by his own rules. He was reckless, barely knowing how to be a team player, disobeying orders.

"Seems familiar," Frank mused. He was the last to join you, three years ago. After the attack on his family, leaving him alone on the dark, dangerous streets, Frank took the mantel of The Punisher and served justice to his own accord. Your paths has crossed and, as he needed a purpose and a place to belong to, you offered him a post. After he left you waiting for weeks, he finally showed up to your door.

"What is that supposed to mean?" You huffed at his teasing.

"Just saying, Boss. Can't deny the similarities. Ambition to the bitter end, stubborness to be killed for, a distaste for authority..."

"I'm the authority here, Punisher. If he doesn't listen, we're all doomed."

Frank's laugh echoed behind you and you rolled your eyes. At least someone's having a good time.

"Blackbird. A word."

Billy was still in his gear, waiting at the computer for news about the exposed orphanage. Radiations were released in the area in an attempt to get rid of the poorer people living there – an obstacle for the construction of an amusement park.

Upon hearing you call his name, he hummed, passing a hand through his hair. His eyes never left the screen, watching it like a hawk as if he could will the news to appear with his insisting gaze.

"Billy!"

"What?" He glanced at you then right back at the computer, bouncing his leg in waiting.

"Russo," you say slowly, now right behind him, gripping his chin and turning his face to look at you. "When I'm speaking, I want your full attention. Clear?"

It took some time and even if he didn't change much, Billy fell in line. Became accoustomed to your routine. He didn't question you on the field, but would give you hell once back in the safety of the layer if he thought you're wrong.

"We found him, Boss." And for a second your soul re-entered your body. The crippling fear washed away so quickly your heart stopped with relief. And when it started to beat again, bubbles of laughter begged to be released from your throath and tears pierced your eyelids to fload your cheeks.

You couldn't remember how it happened, or when, but your relationship with Billy swifted smoothly to something else. Something new for both of you.

"We should celebrate, Boss." Billy was standing in your doorway, eyebrows rose in question, a smile playing on his lips, a bottle of chapagne and two glasses in his hands. His bare arms were littered in scars, he shifted his weight from foot to foot, too painful to only stand on one. Huge purple bags under his eyes asked you to refuse him, but the mischivious glint in his obsidian eyes, so sparkling and full of life behind the messy hair softened your tensed edges.

You motioned for him to get inside and scooped over to make him space on the bed. For up close, he seemed even more tired. Clothes wrinkled, dust in his curls, troubled breathing, wincing in pain with each step. His teeth visibly sink in the flesh inside his cheeks, biting, drawing blood that coloured his white smile in pasty red.

He also looked more handsome, now that you could take him all in: the chiseled muscles visible through the tight shirt, the veins on his arms, flexing in an effort to not shake the glasses after hours of fighting for his life with nothing but a knife, the subtle wrinkles around his eyes and mouth – a tell of how he pushed through everything thrown at him (and it wasn't small things) – the piercing glint of his obsidian eyes, an abyss you found yourself getting lost into more and more often, searching for constellations to be part of in Billy's universe.

"Let me," he said, but it sounded more like a question. And it took you a second or two to realize what he was talking about: the wound you were seweing close on your own. You nodded and he wasted no time putting the champagne at the foot of your bed and climbing in.

"I've finally found something the great Limbo isn't good at. Stitching."

"Shut up, Russo, or you'll need stitching yourself."

Billy stopped, raised a brow in challenge and lifted his jeans. A red scar glarred at you under his knee, freshly mended. "Already got some today. Think you can do worse?"

Fighting the urge to lean forward and touch him, trace the wound with your fingers as soft as you can to comfort him as you knew best, you scoffed and pushed away from him. "You know I can, Russo."

He rolled his eyes. "Come back here."

"You forget who's giving orders, Blackbird. Need a reminder?"

"I need to finish that," he held up the bloody needle, waving it in your direction, reaching for you.

"Ah, ah, ah," you pushed him away with your leg. "I can manage myself just fine. If you want to do it, ask for permission."

"Already did."

"Before you stepped out of line. Doesn't count anymore."

Billy reached for you again. And you evaded again, dragging yourself on the upper side of the bed. He stood tall on the bed, an idea gleaming behind his infinite black orbs.

He secured your legs in his grip, holding them down by your ankles with one hand. The other reached for your wrists, looming over you to catch them. You could barely move your injured arm and his smug smile told you he knew it too. You were about to lose as his leader, after he played the rebel. You couldn't have that.

You reached for the champagne bottle and pushed it in his chest. It was more the element of surprise taking him off guard and making him lose balance, as you didn't hit hard enough to hurt him. As soon as Billy fell on top of you, you were quick to circle his neck with your good arm, putting pressure on his Adam's apple just enough to make him yield.

"Fine. You won," he shook with laughter. "Damn, y/n, you're alway on fight mode, huh?"

"There's a reason I'm in charge, Russo," you shrugged, a bright smile spreading on your face. "Never stand up to your leader again." You released him, but he didn't move. He locked his eyes with yours instead. Both your gazes grew softer, the smiles smaller, but longing.

You swallowed, but befote having a chance to say anything, or make sense of your own mind, Billy broke the gaze, looking over at the unfinished cut on you arm. He shook his head, his hair tickling your neck and the patch of exopsed skin on your chest. Then he stinged you with the needle. "May I stitch it close, Boss, or do you want it like that?"

You would have rolled your eyes under any other circumstances. But something changed in that short time your eyes were connected, his breath caressing your chin as your fingers curled in the sheets to resist the urge to curl in his hair. And you didn't adjust to it just yet.

"Y/n?"

"Yeah, sure. Finish the work, Blackbird."

You hated how normal he behaved. How unaffected he was. But then he stood up, dragging you after him and you landed in his lap, stradling him and his breath caught in his throath. You arms linked behind his neck on their own accord and you noticed his look drifting from your lips to your eyes uncounsciously. You also noticed something else, poking at your inner tigh from his pants.

As soon as he realized you caught him, Billy tried to brush it off, sitting you on the bed in front of him and focusing solely on closing up your cut.

"Where?" Blood spit from your mouth. The pain in your torso numbed under the overwhelming weight of hope. But the bone piercing through your knee still held you down every time you tried to get up.

Your frantic mind could only focus on him. The man that no one would want in their team because they wouldn't be patient enough to discover fierce loyalty lying beneath all that defiance. The partner in crimes you felt more in sync with. Your boyfriend.

Spliting up wasn't a good idea, you thought in a moment of desperation. Your body out of balance, discoordinated as you slipped on your own blood, leaking mostly from the broken knee and the left side of your lower abdomen.

But it didn't last. You knew it was the only chance you got to save these people. Otherwise you wouldn't have been able to cover so much land in time. A whole underground building, the size of a three levels mansion, under a mountain – a high tech prison for the worst of the worst. And the prisoners escaped, with undetected, unknown, outside help. The guards didn't see the enemy coming. It turned into a massacre quickly. Or it would have if your team hadn't gotten involved. All with a cost. Billy.

"No!"

"Boss?" Frank yelled in your ear. "What happened?"

"Nothing... nothing. 's all good. I'm fine. What were you saying about Billy?" Your voice was sharp, low. Something more than a whisper, breathed out between painful inhales and shaggy exhales. You managed to stand up; your palm draw a line of blood on the wall you leaned on as you dragged your numb leg after you, slowly leaving the pile of dead bodies – enemies' bodies – behind. Limping or not, you had to get to Billy.

"There's a problem."

"Is he...?"

"He's alive. We can't talk to him, but the heat camera is clear. He seems injured, though. Badly. And surrounded by enemies on all sides. They'll get to him in five. Top."

"Where, Punisher? Go help him!" Any other time you'd have winced in embarrassment at your desperate screech. So unprofesional, so unlike you. This time, you couldn't bring yourself to care.

"That's the problem, Boss. He's stuck at Level 0. We got a bomb at our floor and the guards in critical state. We don't leave now..."

"All the lives we tried to save are gone."

"We could reach him in time, y/n," Frank's voice changed. From the subordonate Punisher's to the brotherly friend's. "Me and Matt can get to him. You meet us there and we get the hell out before we blow up."

"But that'd mean letting the guards to die."

"They might be as good as dead anyway. They're in critical state, are we even sure any doctor is able to help them?"

"We know doctors that aren't 'any' doctors. What does Matt think?"

A deafening silence before a sigh – more like a grunt – preluded the news you dreaded. "The devil says they can be saved. But any second is crucial."

An impossible choice. Your heart sank to the bottom of your stomach. You could hear it's pulsing in your head, in your ears, bouncing against your skull and every other bone. A chilling current waved through your veins, renewed with each quick, small breath that couldn't feed your lungs properly.

The hand slipped from the wall, the leg gave in and you fell to the ground. Fitting, seeing you felt like crumbling away and melting into nothingness. Craddling your hurt leg and banging your head – lightly, lacking the force to do anything – against the wall you felt tears racing down your face.

If only you would have been more careful. More catious. Taken better care of yourself. You wouldn't be too injured now to be of good use. Go after Billy alone and have Frank and Matt save the guards.

The pain in your chest, the feeling of drowning, the need to pause the time and end this awful moment were only the prologue. You weren't powerless, you were ashamed. You felt guilty and the hurt stabbing you was both for Billy and against your betrayal.

For you had no doubt what needs to be done. Billy was strong, have been through some of life's worst challenges and managed to stand. He's also a trained agent, a vigilante who's constant companion is risk itself. And he's conscious. Blackbird has a better chance at surviving than the guards.

You spit at your side, cursing at your foot. You could barely make it to your team, much less down the stairs another floor, fight off a bunch of armed H.Y.D.R.A agents, get Billy and run before the bomb gets off. You wouldn't be useful to anyone in pieces. And you hated it! You hated your logical mind and how easy it was to come to the right conclusion.

The choice wasn't between saving the guards or going after Billy, but rather how to say it out loud. How to make it true, a reality that will happen...

"Boss?"

"Get out of here," you whimpered. Then you stadyed your voice and shouted. "Let's go!"

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gyeomsweetgyeom · 4 years ago

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Donghyuck x Reader

summary: dating Hyuck apparently also kinda means dating Mark

word count: ~2.4k

A/N: Hyuck is a total drama queen here and Mark is oblivious, happy reading! (also do we like the header?? I think it’s kinda cute)

Dating Hyuck was everything you dreamed of and then some, he was the perfect boyfriend and best friend all in one. He knew when to have fun and when he could mess around with you, but he also knew when you needed him to be serious and help you. Of course, he was super affectionate and loving, to you and his members, meeting you did not change his habits toward his members in the slightest. He still bothered Doyoung every chance he got, he still loved on Jisung with every fiber of his being, he still fought Renjun any chance he got, and he was still babied by Johnny- that wasn’t surprising to you. But what did surprise you was just how close Hyuck and Mark really were. From the very beginning, you had been under the impression that Hyuck was the one that smothered Mark with affection to the point of being annoying, but now months, nearly a year, into your relationship with Hyuck it was very apparent to you that Mark was almost like a third piece of your two-person puzzle. Mark was just as clingy, if not more clingy than Donghyuck on any given day. These two were practically glued at the hip when they were together, they were inseparable.

Mark would very often join in on your movie nights, squeeze himself to Hyuck’s unoccupied side while you cuddled, joined in on your facetime dates when you were apart, he had even crashed a few dates and Hyuck loved it. He loved spending time with his best friend and his love, his two favorite people at the same time. Now, don’t be confused- you loved Mark but as a friend and when he wasn’t being a major pain on your dates. You loved that Hyuck had a best friend and someone to comfort him when you couldn’t, but sometimes you just wanted some alone time with your boyfriend and lately, Mark had become increasingly needy with Hyuck. It was like every time he saw the both you together he saw it as an open invitation for him to join. He never picked up on the romantic vibes when it was just you and Donghyuck together.

You had just woken up, looking at the clock that read something close to 10 am, a bright, early morning for you and Hyuck, you turned, cuddling further into his chest in an attempt to absorb his warmth.

“You’re up early.” He grumbled, hand gently rubbing your back.

You pouted, “I think Johnny left the blinds open on purpose.”

Hyuck let out a sleepy laugh, pressing a peck to your forehead, still in the limbo of being awake but also asleep. “I thought I heard voices, good morning!” Mark exclaimed as his head popped into the room. He made his way to the twin-sized bed and made room for himself on a remaining tiny sliver of the bed. Hyuck smiled widely, ever the cuddly baby when he woke up, he threw an arm around Mark to cuddle the both of you.

“Did you change your shampoo or something? You smell good.” Mark asked Hyuck, wiggling over a bit to make room for himself.

“Mark,” you groaned. This bed was not made for three people, heck, it barely fit you and Hyuck comfortably so while Mark was making room for himself you were losing room.

He simply replied with an oops before he and Hyuck carried on with their soap conversation, “Hold up,” Mark paused, sitting up and making even more room for himself. With a sudden bump of his hip against your boyfriend’s led to Hyuck bumping into you, you fell out of bed, landing on the floor with a soft but sudden thud.

“Oh my god! I am so sorry!” Mark apologized, trying and failing to hold in his laughter.

“Baby, are you okay?” Hyuck laughed.

You huffed and sent a glare at the two laughing idiots on the bed, standing from the floor to make your way to the kitchen. “I think Mark is trying to steal my boyfriend.” You stated as your eyes landed on an innocent bystander Johnny.

“Coffee?” He offered simply.

After a busy day of schedules, you took it upon yourself to treat the guys to a nice dinner as a nice relaxing treat for working so hard. The table was filled with conversations and laughs while the food was eaten and the stress was eased away. Hyuck sat beside you, hand on your knee while he spoke to Jaehyun.

“Thank you for the dinner y/n!” Taeyong smiled, leading to the rest of the guys at the filled table to follow up with their own thank you’s and compliments on your choice of food. Even a few compliments about how sweet and amazing you are, which is always nice to hear.

“Thank you, baby, I love you. My favorite person on the whole planet.” Hyuck smiled, nuzzling his head into the space between your neck and your shoulder.

“Whoa! Favorite person?” Mark questioned.

“After you of course,” Hyuck corrected himself as he got up to suffocate Mark in a gigantic hug. The two of them carried on laughing and play fighting as if you weren’t sitting a few feet away with your mouth hanging open. The table burst out laughing upon seeing the interaction between the youngest of the group and your reaction.

“It’s okay y/n, you’re my favorite person tonight.” Taeil laughed, pulling you into a side hug. At least Taeil would give you affection.

“Hyung! Hands off.” Donghyuck glared. There was just no winning with him.

A regular movie night ended up in Hyuck laying on your chest and your hand running through his hair. The couple on screen was being cute and lovey-dovey in a cafe, making the man on your chest let out a longing sigh. “I wanna kiss you in a cafe.” He whined.

“What if I don’t want to kiss you in a cafe?” You replied playfully.

He sat up quickly, caging you underneath him as he leaned in and began to attack you with a million kisses.

“Okay!” you laughed, “Okay! I’ll kiss you wherever you want, now let me breathe.”

He smirked, “I want to cash in on one of those kisses now.”

Before you could fully catch your breath, his lips were pressed to your lips. Your lips moved in sync, just as they had hundreds of times before. Your hand was running through his hair, pulling and tugging in such a way that drove him crazy. One hand was slipping under your shirt, resting on your waist while the other made its way up to cup your cheek. You were pressed further into the couch as the heated kiss got somehow even steamier, with that you tugged a little more roughly on his hair. He pulled away with a groan, chest heaving while he caught his breath. “That was nice.” He smiled bashfully.

You smiled, sitting up while continuing to play with his hair more gently now. “I would hope so, you sounded like you really liked it.”

His forehead met yours, lips brushing gently, just a few more millimeters and you would be kissing again, but of course, “Yo! Dude, you said we were going to watch this together!” You heard Mark exclaim as he plopped himself on the couch.

“Mark! It’s so good, we can restart it right? We weren’t really paying attention anyway.” Hyuck replied cheerfully as he just about jumped away from you and onto Mark.

“Hey y/n, you look a little flushed, I’ll take this so you can cool off,” Mark mumbled while he shoveled popcorn into his mouth, pulling the blanket off you to wrap himself and Donghyuck in it.

You grabbed a pillow from the couch and pressed your face into it to muffle your frustrated groan. “y/n, I know, she seems awful already.” You heard Mark say. This guy…

“Baby, are you almost ready?” You asked Donghyuck. The two of you had plans to go shopping at one, but it was already 2:30 and you were getting bored of sitting around just playing on your phone. There was Hyuck sitting on the couch bumping elbows with his best friend while they played a stupid video game. A video game that they seemed to play every waking second when you weren’t around and now apparently when you were around.

“Just a second baby.” He grumbled, now he had taken the lead, just a few points ahead of Mark.

“You’ve been saying that for like two hours.” You pouted.

“Hey y/n, what are you doing here?” Johnny greeted.

You explained with a sigh and a glare sent your boyfriend’s way that you had planned on going shopping but someone was preoccupied with their other significant other. Johnny laughed, “I’m going to the mall right now with Yuta if you want to come, we have to go by Ikea.” You jumped up, beating Johnny to the door, ready to be on your way out the door without so much as a glance in your busy boyfriend’s direction to bid him goodbye.

Shopping with Hyuck was always an adventure, you had fun every time you went out. He would make you try on the ugliest clothes he could find and then pouted when you did the same for him. However, shopping with Johnny and Yuta was a different type of fun. These two were crazy. It was the most fun you had ever had while shopping. After hours of shopping, it was finally time to go home, but Yuta and Johnny had convinced you to go back to the dorms and join them for dinner. Something about it being their turn to treat you to dinner.

The three of you entered the fifth-floor dorm, laughing while Yuta jokingly had a conversation with the stuffed animal Johnny bought you, he and Yuta had bought matching ones to be a little “family.”

“Food should be here soon, you can set your stuff in our room.” Johnny offered.

You let yourself into his and Hyuck’s shared room, seeing Mark with his guitar on the gaming chair while Hyuck was on the bed snuggling a pillow. He lit up upon seeing you, “Baby!”

“Hey… you guys finally stopped playing your game.” You noted while you set your shopping bags in the corner.

“Where did you go?” Hyuck asked, to which you replied by pointing at the bags. “Well, why didn’t you wait for me? We were gonna go together.”

“I went with Johnny and Yuta because you were so busy playing with Mark, I was ready and so were they, why not?” You shrugged.

“You went on a date with Johnny hyung and Yuta hyung?! You guys took my lover on a date?” Hyuck yelled angrily.

“You were having your own little day with Mark, so what? Nobody wants to wait around an hour and a half for you.” Johnny replied as he set the food down on the table.

You managed to squeeze past Donghyuck, taking your seat at the table beside Yuta who was already mocking Hyuck under his breath, resulting in the both of you covering up your laughs as quickly as you could.

“Baby, don’t laugh at me- hey! What is this? Why do I see three of these things?” Hyuck questioned, waving your brand new stuffed animal around.

“They’re a family!” Yuta smiled before shoveling some food into his mouth.

You thanked them for the dinner before digging into your own food while Hyuck continued to throw a fit in his doorway, “Now, you don’t even love me! You have a family with my hyungs, they stole you from me and you don’t even care. You’re just laughing in my face, I hope you’re happy with them. I hope they make you happier than I made you.”

“Oh my god baby, it was one afternoon for 3 hours. You were busy with Mark and I had to go shopping. I can hang out with my friends like you do.”

“Mark, you distracted me! You drove my baby away from me, shouldn’t you have been with Yuta hyung?” He went off again. Mark replied with his own argument, filling the room with loud yelling and complaints from the two of them. One of them yelled something about being clingy and the other one said something along the lines of ‘look who's talking.’ Meanwhile you were purely focused on eating your food.

You nearly choked on your drink when Donghyuck squeezed himself onto the bench next to you and pressed his cheek against your own, “Take me back! I promise I’ll never choose Mark over you again. I won’t ever even talk to him again if that’s what you want.”

You shook your head quickly, clearing your throat, “Hyuckie, no, calm down. Mark is your best friend, you don’t have to do that.”

“I just realized that Mark has been crashing in on us time, I’m sorry. Forgive me?” He mumbled, still pressing himself to your side.

“Yo! Have I really? Oh my god… you’re right! Ew! You weren’t warm that time we watched a movie right? He was on top of you and I-I saw your lips touch- gross!” Mark gagged.

“That was your fault idiot, that was our alone time.” Your boyfriend glared, wrapping a hand around your waist to pull you impossibly closer. It really was more funny now to you that the both of them came to their senses days later and not on the actual night that everything had happened.

“I don’t think I can look at you guys right now, I feel sick.” Mark held an arm over his stomach as he made his way to the door. Hyuck let out a content noise, his face now pressed fully into your neck while his arms were wrapped around you like a snake suffocating their prey all the while mumbling that Mark would never bother the both of you again, he would make sure of it. And that he would never let you out of his sight or his grasp, at least not while you were near him.

Johnny leaned over the table, whispering “I think you got your boyfriend back.” Yeah, looks like you did.

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lesbian-deadpool · 4 years ago

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Happy Little Accidents

Part Two: Hope

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Words: 2,317

Warnings: I don’t think there is any?? Crying/light angst, adoption process, stress??

Request: Yes

Summary: You work on getting you little girl back. And hope that it’s successful.

A/N: It’s been a long time coming, I haven’t proof read it or anything (but when do I ever? Lol), so bare that in mind.

Ko-Fi

(Not My GIF)

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Being a pair of Avengers and going through the adoption process was so very complicated.

On one hand, you were well known across the globe. Household names.

But on the other. You were dangerous people, with violent past's -and futures to come- with more enemies than you could count. Some of which you didn't even know existed. And who in their right minds would ever let a child into that environment? People have been turned down for much less.

However.

You were basically celebrity's. And as everyone knows, that comes with a lot of special treatment. Even if you and Natasha -And most of, if not all of your team- denied to use any of it. But in this case? For little Hope? You would do whatever you had to.

So, it was thanks to that, that you were even allowed to be considered for adoption.

And there was so much work that had to be done.

Papers to sign, meetings to attend, visits and screenings every which way. And so much more.

It was a long and tedious journey. And you still had a long way to go.

Right now, you had to watch as someone picked apart your home -once again- to make sure it was okay for your little girl to come home. Where she belongs.

You had moved not too long ago, maybe a little over two months, and in that time, it had been looked at three times. Which really made it seem like you weren't doing anything, in their eyes, considering you were busy working and renovating the whole place out at the same time.

The day after you and Natasha had to say goodbye to Hope, you knew that you had to get a bigger place than the apartment you had both shared. And began looking for new homes the very same day.

Tony's help wasn't needed, you had plenty of money, but he insisted. So when you two found a townhouse that you absolutely adored, not too far from SHIELD HQ -where you both now worked most of the time. As when Fury found out that you were both to be adopting Hope- or trying to at least, the man lowered your hours and took you off missions altogether. Just until you were all settled-, the billionaire bought it for you, the moment he got wind of it.

You were moved in three days later. Deciding to work on the house while you lived there.

"So, where would the child be sleeping?" Your caseworker asked.

"Oh, right this way," you said, leading her down the hall to the newly decorated bedroom. Natasha following behind.

You gestured to the light pink, yet slightly sparse room. "This is it."

"We still have to pick up some of the furniture. But we've been waiting for the room to be decorated first," Natasha said, excusing the bare room.

"Yeah, Hope's not going to sleep on a stack of paint cans," you tried to joke. To which you barely got a smile from your caseworker, Stephany Halla.

"It look's decorated to me?"

"Oh." Natasha smiled. "We're having a friend of ours paint a mural or two on the walls."

"Yeah, Hope has a few favourite Avengers, so he's gonna paint them. And he's been learning how to draw cartoon characters for it, too."

"He's actually trying to adopt the two kids he took in with his fiance."

"Steve Rogers?" Stephany asked.

"That's the guy," you said, nodding along with Natasha.

"I've seen him around the office," She spoke again a few moments later. "So, when are you planning on getting the furniture for the room?"

"Hopefully, within a month," Natasha replied, "But with our and Steve's schedules, things are up in the air."

It was a difficult start to the adoption process, more so than it was now. Considering that the children legally didn't exist to the world. So, everything was so confusing and thrown up into the air while waiting for the kids to be registered.

Almost like you didn't know whether you were coming or going. Everything stuck in limbo as you waited to see what kind of adoption process you would have to take. And even with all of your connections in the world, you were still left in the dark.

There was the fact that the kids were found overseas in Romania, so they could be considered Romanian. And so, you would have to go through international adoption.

However, none of the children have birth parents and were brought to America because you had rescued them. So, some would say they could be considered immigrants.

Nothing like this had ever happened before.

Babies that had been grown in a lab and saved from a further torturous life, that now needed legalization in the world's eyes.

You and Natasha had to watch as Government's essentially fought over these children you saved. Over the same child, you clothed and fed. The one you played games with and bonded with the little girl you grew to love and consider your own.

So, as the world fought for the right of your child, your little Hope, you waited. Just wishing and wanting to bring your daughter home.

But, luckily for you, the children were now classed as American citizens. Which made it ten times easier for you to adopt than it would otherwise.

Which is honestly just crazy to you, considering just how intensely hard this is.

There were times you didn't believe you could ever adopt your child.

On more than one occasion, Natasha would come to you, saddened to her core, because she truly believed that you would never have Hope in your family.

It was so fucking hard.

Natasha had rolled over one night after you two had -once again- gone through the rules and regulations of adopting. Uttering how you were, "Never going to get her back" that there was "Juts no way, they will let us adopt", as she cried into your arms.

But still, the process continued.

"Well, your home seems to be in good standing. So for. But I advise you to get the furniture for the child's room as soon as possible," Stephane commented as she began packing up her belongings and paperwork.

"Oh, we know."

"Steve did say that he was going to start work on it in the next few days," Natasha added, nodding along with you.

"Well, that's is good news." Stephane smiled. "I'll see you at our next meeting with Hope."

Natasha sighed happily. "We can't wait."

"Well, goodbye then."

You whished the dirty-blonde woman farewell, closing the door behind her.

"We get to see our daughter in a couple of weeks," your red-headed girlfriend said excitedly, dancing from side to side out of pure happiness. Her bright smile filling your soul with warmth, that travelled all the way into your bones.

You matched her emotions, hands coming to curve around her shoulder blades and pulling her close to you.

"I know, Honey. It's been so long since we've seen her. And we're gonna bring her home one day."

That was all you could say before your mouth was covered, with the crushing feeling of Natasha's plump lips against yours.

***

Nerves rattled through you, but you hadn't the faintest idea why, considering this wasn't the first time you had seen Hope. However, it had been one of the first times you were able to see her since the day she was taken away from you.

If you thought you were bad.

Natasha was far worse.

She was practically shaking. From nerves or excitement, you didn't know. But you had a good inkling to think that it was both.

You had done so much for this child in the short span of time you had known her.

And yet, you couldn't imagine your life any other way. The thought of how your life had been that time last year.

No Hope. Surrounded by missions and work. Every free moment you had was spent with Natasha, and the rag-tag group of hero's you had grown to call your family.

It all seemed so foreign now.

Like a past life.

'Wow', you thought, 'Maybe I really am growing up'.

A part of you was afraid that the girl you thought of as your daughter wouldn't recognise you or your []. And would be scared of the two strangers that had just barged their way into her life. Breaking both of your heart's.

"Mommy! Mommy!"

Was the thing that greeted you, as soon as the door had swung open. Making you realise just how stupid your train of thought really was.

Natasha rushed forward, scooping the girl up into her arms, with a bright smile upon both of their faces.

"So, I still don't get a name, huh?" you joked, walking over to the reuniting girls.

Brushing a hand over Hope's short hair. Grinning when she reached her arms towards you, ready to give you a hug of your own, which you gratefully accepted.

"Don't worry," Natasha said, rubbing Hope's back as she hugged you, "You'll get a name soon."

"I better. Or else I'm gonna have ta tickle it out of her."

Hope's squeals reached your ears as you threateningly poked her side with your fingers.

"Here, baby. I'll save you," Natasha called, pulling the giggling girl from your arms. Both of them watching as you pulled your hand's in front of your face, wiggling the fingers almost spookily as them. The girls turned to each other, "They're silly."

Then they walked away.

With you calling after them.

"Hey! I may be silly, but-... I have no rebuttal!"

Natasha laughed at this, then greeted the care worker that was patiently waiting for you both. The one that you had only just noticed.

"Hello, Stephany," Natasha said in greeting, shaking the woman's hand. You following suit.

"Hey. How have you two been?"

"Missing this little one," Natasha replied, bouncing the girl on her waist. Receiving fun-filled giggles in return.

"I bet you have. And you, Y/N?"

"Exhausted," you told her honestly, "With moving house and everything, I just want to have Hope home, then sleep for a week."

The care worker laughed at that.

"Let's hope that that's sooner rather than later, then."

Your few hour's with Hope passed faster than you ever could have imagined. You played with blocks, ate lunch, "helped" Hope colour in her haphazardly filled colouring book. You absolutely adored the way her eyes lit up, and she started dancing and flailing her arms when she saw bubbles for the first time. You almost couldn't continue blowing them because of your bright smile.

And now you were watching as Natasha spoke gently to the little girl. Hope's hand's resting on the red-heads cheeks, watching her mother with such concentrating eyes.

You adored your little family.

You just wished you could have them all home.

'One day', you thought, 'one day'.

Saying goodbye was one of the hardest things you've ever had to do.

Just like the last time.

And the time before that.

And the one before that.

It just got harder and harder each and every time you did this.

Hope was crying. And so was Natasha, albeit silently, as she tried to console the toddler.

"I know, my little love, I know-"

"Mommy!" Hope cried.

"I know, angel. We'll be back before you know it, I promise."

"Mommy!"

"I know."

Once in the car, you let your tears fall, Natasha sobbing in the seat beside you.

"I don't think I can keep on doing this anymore," you admitted. Deciding it was best you explained when Natasha turned to look at you, an incredulous look upon her face, "Keep on seeing her, and not being able to bring her home."

"We'll get there," your [] reached over the centre console to squeeze your hand, "We will. You're the one who's always saying that we've got to take after her namesake and have hope."

"But it almost seems endless, Nat."

"I know, honey." She wetly kissed your tear-stained cheek. Her lips, brushing against it as she continued, "We'll bring her home. I just know it."

"I hope you're right."

***

She was right.

Of course, she was right.

She was Natasha Romanoff, after all.

It was like she just had this inability to be wrong.

But in this case? You were so fucking happy about that.

Granted it had taken a while longer -a good eight months- but finally, you were here.

Exiting the courthouse with Hope in your arms, and Natasha by your side. Bright smiles upon all of your faces, about to take the little girl- Your daughter home.

You would never have to say goodbye to her, like that, ever again.

She was legally a part of your family now. And nothing would ever change that.

"Ready to go home, sweetpea?" Natasha asked the beaming girl.

"I don't know about you," you started, "But I think this deserves celebratory ice cream."

"I think you just want ice cream before dinner."

You gave an overdramatic gasp.

"Why I would never! How dare you accuse me of such a thing?"

Natasha laughed at your antics but nonetheless nodded her head.

"I agree. This does deserve celebratory ice cream."

"Yes!" you exclaimed happily to Hope, your free arm raising above your head in victory, making the girl copy you by raising both of her arms.

She was already taking after you.

Your red-headed girlfriend sighed dreamily after you, as you chanted, "Ice cream! Ice cream! Ice cream!" On your way to the car.

She couldn't remember a time where she was this happy.

It had been a long time since then.

And Natasha just couldn't wait to see what the rest of her life would bring with the two of you now by her side.

***

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emixunn · 2 years ago

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//possible spoilers for the Dream SMP ending

Peace.

It all went blank. It all went quiet.

Tommy woke up.

He sat in his bed, feeling ever so normal.

He stood up on stumbling legs and looked at the pictures framed outside his room. L’manberg, Tubbo, Wilbur, his home, his family.

Was this his new limbo?

He remembered standing in the prison and heard a loud noise and crash before everything turned to white and static.

Tommy shook himself and walked out to the rest of his house where he’d expected to see ruins and collapsed planks. Instead it looked like it had a few months ago. Wood keeps the cold out and his chest were full. His floor wasn’t broken and there were no signs of destruction. No pain.

The sun was blazing right in his eyes. The sky was blue and Tommy shielded himself with a hand. His eyes slowly adjusted to the light.

“Tommy?” A familiar voice was heard a few meters away and Tommy could make out the short and broad shape of his best friend.

“Tubbo?” Tommy nearly whispered, he wasn’t sure if his vocal chords worked correctly.

Tommy broke into a run and threw himself into Tubbo’s arms, a single tear fell down his face.

“Woah hey there man, are you alright?” Tubbo lightly pushed Tommy away so he could look at him.

“What’s- how- ar-“ Tommy stuttered, his breath coming out in short gasps, “are you…real?”

“Wha- of course I’m real Tommy,” Tubbo said and looked into Tommy’s eyes, “did you have another nightmare?”

“No it wasn’t a nightmare it was real, I think, we were-,” Tommy began and struggled to find the right words. How could Tubbo be in his limbo? And why was limbo so…peaceful.

“What? You can tell me Tommy,” Tubbo said, “although this is kinda awkward you’ve been staring into my eyes for a very long time”

“Yes I’m sorry,” Tommy shifted so he stood upright and Tubbo rested one hand comfortingly on his shoulder.

“Tell me what’s bothering you,” Tubbo said and began taking Tommy to the bench- the bench! It was there and it was whole and it looked as beautiful as ever and the tree was so green. Everything looked so colourful.

They sat down and Tubbo reached for his enderchest and took out a disc, and placed it on the jukebox.

Soft tunes began to fill their surroundings.

“I- we…” Tommy took a shuddering breath, “don’t you remember?”

“Remember what?”

“The whole plan! The, everything…” Tommy noticed his arms were trembling and Tubbo rested a palm on his arm. It felt real. Tubbo’s hand was warm and comforting with a few scars and two missing fingers.

“What plan? We didn’t plan anything today,” Tubbo said.

“We were-, wait you don’t remember? At all?”

“Not in the slightest,” Tubbo said and he sounded cheerful. Had it all been a dream?

“Yeah, then, maybe it was just a dream…” Tommy said in a hushed voice, “then I’d rather not talk about it for now if that’s alright”

“You can tell em about the dream when you feel ready,” Tubbo said and stood up, “that reminds me. There’s someone here who wants to see you.”

Tommy took Tubbo’s hand and Tubbo lead him toward the ruins of L’manberg. If it had all been a dream maybe L’manberg still stood, how much had been a dream, what was reality? Tubbo didn’t seem panicked at all.

“Who is it?” Tommy asked

“Oh he came from somewhere far away and he said himself he never thought he’d come back, Ranboo found him coming from about where Las Nevadas used to stand,” Tubbo said casually. Ranboo! He’s alive!

They came to the staircase that led down to the ruins and Tommy was a bit disappointed to see that the hole was still there. But it flourished with life. It looked so colourful, the green, the red and blue and yellow and white all coming together. The waterfalls splashed and birds sang. Tommy could see Jack and Niki on the bridge reminiscing about old times. A raccoon climbed out of the hole and looked in Tommy’s direction before heading off to the sea.

But none of that could compare to the next thing.

At the bottom of the staircase, looking out over L’manberg, stood a tall, black and white Enderman in a suit, their back looking painful with his awful posture. And next to them.

Next to Ranboo.

Stood Wilbur.

They turned to look at Tommy and Tubbo and both their faces lit up. Both had white streaks in their hair that matched Tommy’s own golden streak. Both looked tired yet at peace.

Tommy stopped for a moment before running and throwing himself into his brother’s arm, crying.

“Wilbur…” Tommy whispered and felt a hand on his back.

“I’m here Tommy,” his brother said, with a little bit of surprise.

“You prick” Tommy said and pushed away. He wiped his tears out of his eyes.

He then gave Ranboo a hug too.

“I’ve missed you,” Tommy whispered.

They were all real and alive and standing in front of him. Everything was colourful. Nothing was burning. Nothing brought pain to him.

“I’m never leaving you again,” Tommy promised, a few hours later after a bit of crying, as he sat with his best friends and family looking out over a beautiful crater. Where his physical home once stood.

He was happy and nothing could take that way from him this time. They could stay like this forever.

#dream smp #tommyinnit #dsmp fanfic #tommy dsmp #ranboo #dsmp wilbur #tubbo dsmp #l’manberg

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sprnklersplashes · 3 years ago

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fic based on the theory that sarah fier was the one to bring ziggy back, not nick/the devil (I thought this was gonna be much shorter than it is oops)

“Just let my sister live.”

The voice comes to her, faded, far away, but she hears it. Hears it because someone called out to her, which no-one has done in centuries, except to make fun of her. To mock her, smear her as the with they call think she is. But not this one. This one doesn’t mock her. She begs her.

“Just let my sister live!”

The picture comes into focus in front of Sarah’s eyes, as if it’s the first thing she sees waking up. Two girls, one small with flame coloured hair, one taller and covered in dirt, clutching Sarah’s own hand. Her throat is raw from screaming, her legs weak from running. Sarah can feel it in her spirit, the girl’s hand on the bone sharing her feelings with her. Weak, exhausted, and so, so scared. Not for her, but for the girl beside her, who turns helplessly in all directions.

It’s then Sarah realises the girls aren’t alone. Coming at them from all sides are... them. The people the Goodes have cursed. Cold skin, lifeless eyes, blackened hearts. Her own heart breaks when she sees them, her stomach twisting at the injustice.

William. Harry. Ruby. And now Thomas, the latest soul to be stolen by the Goodes.

She tried. It’s been so long since someone found her hand. She tried to show them what Solomon had done those years ago, her promise bound to her bones, but it was for nothing. Her hand is small, her body incomplete, and so whatever powers she’s managed to gain here are feeble, and no match for the Goodes and their deals. They’re ahead of her, again, and she can’t do anything to stop them. Can’t stop as the older girl, Cindy, her sister calls her, runs towards what was Thomas Slater, can’t save the red-haired girl from the knife that pierces her gut. She watches, forces herself to watch, as their respective killers hit them again and again. Knife in the side, axe in the chest. The picture grows stronger as the girls’ breaths grow weaker, the veil between this life and theirs growing thinner. Sarah feels grass beneath her bare feet, the sound of the young girl’s scream attacking her ears. Of course. Life. Death. They’re such strange concepts, and soon the girls will be making the same journey she did. At the hands of the Goodes.

And she will welcome them, and is prepared they will hate her.

The young girl moans, and Sarah can feel her life ebbing away. She may be the first to go. So young, both so young. Her sister’s body shakes of its own accord as the axe hits her again, scarlet blood spurting from her mouth, staining her pretty face.

No, she screams, but her words are a mere breeze. She runs at Thomas, runs at Harry, to try to hold them back, but she is nothing. If they feel anything, they feel a slight chill, and it does nothing to them. She falls to the ground, her limbs aching from this one attempt, and failure creeps up on her again. She can’t save them. She can’t save anyone.

“Nothing will pull us apart,” Cindy promises her sister just before the axe hits her chest again.

“Never...” The young girl gasps. “Again.” The knife hits her side once more, then a final time. Her chest stammers, flutters, and Sarah watches the life flee her body.

It’s over. They’re over.

The killers disappear, vanishing back to the underground cave, their souls trapped until they’re needed again. And the girls lie on the grass, their hands reaching out to each other, never to touch in this life.

Sarah sits and waits to greet them.

Until someone else comes running in. He runs right through her, and she feels the darkness in his blood immediately. A Goode. One who has already taken on his family’s legacy. She retches at the sight of him, although nothing comes out. This is the boy, the man, who sold Thomas Slater. Whose hands are stained with the blood of all those innocents. And who now, leans over the corpse of his victim, and begs her not to die.

The irony is enough to make Sarah smile.

“Ziggy? Ziggy don’t die on me, okay?” he begs, clutching her cold face in his hands. Sarah’s jaw clenches. She knows love when she hears it. The Goodes are monsters, but they are human, and humans love. But this love isn’t pure, not like her and Hannah. There’s a sting to it, in his desire

“What’s going on?”

Sarah turns, her blood cold at the sound of the voice. The smaller girl, Ziggy, stands before her, blinking blearily as if half asleep. It’s common for those who just crossed over, especially if it was before their time. Sarah’s experienced far more of that then she’d have liked to. It will take minutes, hours for young Ziggy to fully cross over.

Let my sister live! Cindy’s voice echoes in Sarah’s mind, her plea to her. She turns back around, sees Nick still desperately trying to save her, sending out a plea of his own, not to God. Somewhere, wherever he is, the Devil is no doubt pondering his wish, whether he will let Ziggy go or keep her blood for himself.

“No.” Her voice is small, rusty from disuse, but it’s strong, and she shouts again “No!”. She tilts her head to the sky and screams at it, screams at the Goodes and the Devil, “You will not have her! You will not have her!”

The sky opens up, rain falling right through her. If it is the Devil’s reply, she laughs at it, and she grabs young Ziggy by the arm. Her eyes still flutter, her gaze unfocussed, her form not fully here, as if sketched in in pencil. There is still time, if she acts fast.

“Wh-what?”

“They will not have you,” she tells Ziggy, even if she can’t hear her. “Your sister begged for you to live, and live you shall.”

She pulls her towards her body, where Nick Goode still tries to breathe life into her. It’s just steps away, but it feels like miles, her legs shaking with each move she makes. The Devi holds her back, unwilling to let go of his prize. Another dead Shadysider to add to his collection. Another innocent soul, demed unworthy by those in power. He wraps his arms around her, pulls them both away from her body, refusing to let his prize go.

“Not... today,” she pants. Her hand tightens around Ziggy, who blinks in confusion. She’s still not here, she still has time. Cindy’s begging rings in her ears, rings all around them.

Just let my sister live!

“Not. Today.” She pulls herself and Ziggy the last few steps, drags her until she is beside her body. Her own will pulls the two of them forward, the centuries of hurt burning like a furnace, but it’s something else, one key ingredient that pushes her over the edge. A sister’s love, so pure and steadfast, that it holds the veil back just those seconds more. She can’t see the Devil, but she knows he is here, and she snarls at him. “Not. Her!”

She turns to Ziggy, watches the girl’s eyes open and close slowly, her lips trying clumsily to speak. She won’t remember this at all, and Sarah is glad of it. God only knows what will become of her for now, but she’s fulfilled her promise to her sister.

“I’m sorry,” she whispers, and she pushes her back across.

Just before she disappears again, she sees her eyes open, her pained gasps for air. She can’t be sure if she did the right thing, saving her. Some say surviving a tragedy is worse than dying in it. She wouldn’t know. All she knows is the Devil has one less person’s blood to feed on now, but the curse remains still.

A half-victory.

“Where am I?” Sarah turns, slowly, and isn’t surprised to see Cindy behind her. She wears the same clothes she died in, but now free from blood and, whatever it was she was covered in. Sarah suspects she doesn’t want to know. She looks up at her, eyes wide and terrified, like an animal cornered by a hunter. “Who are you?”

“My name is Sarah,” she begins, but the words stick in her throat. She’s had enough of explaining herself, and only being believed half the time. Had enough of people sapping her, screaming at her, cursing her, for something she never did. “Sarah Miller.”

“Oh. Um, hi.” The young girl looks at herself, looks at the limbo surrounding them. Realisation dawns on her face, memory after memory coming back to her, and she drops to the floor, her hands pressed to her mouth to hold back her scream.

“Am I... dead?” she asks, finally. Sarah only nods and kneels beside her. She listens to Cindy’s muffled sobs, the slowly building shrieks of agony, and she lets her do what she needs before showing her where to go. It’s easy to see where this girl will end up, and at least she’ll have some peace.

“My... my sister?” she asks. “Where-where’s my sister?”

“She’s alive,” Sarah tells her. Cindy goes weak with relief, falling into Sarah’s arms and sobbing, muttering “Ziggy’s alive” under her breath.

Sarah wishes she can do more. Wishes she could say Ziggy will be okay, that Shayside will be okay, that this whole horrible saga is finally over. But she can’t. Because the Goodes were too powerful, again, and even as her hand tightens on them, theirs does on Shadyside. All Sarah can do is hold Cindy until they go to where they need to go, and hopes that the next time someone finds her, she can do more.

Hopes that one day, she can show them what was done.

#fear street #fear street fanfic #sarah fier #cindy berman #ziggy berman #fear street 1978 #THIS WAS MEANT TO BE A SHORT LIL THING BEFORE BED AND 40 MINUTES LATER HERE I AM #OOPSIE DAISY

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kim-miyeon · 4 years ago

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Hell Above-Chapter Nine

PAIRINGS: Hwang Hyunjin x Female Reader

WARNINGS: Series contains mature content. read at your own discretion. Mafia!AU, explicit language, suggestive language, sexual scenes, unprotected sex, slight degradation, family issues, mild abuse, angst, 18+

WORD COUNT: 5.1K

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Does It Even Make A Difference? When I’m Sober, I Feel Pain.

It was agonizing.

You sat there, head held up by your clasped fists and leaning over shaking your leg. It was agonizing to wait and wonder. There was so much weighing on your heart and mind that you didn’t know where to place your concern. As you sat across Minho and Felix who were impatiently waiting with the same worry that you had, Seungmin pacing the hallway further down, you couldn’t help but wish that you could take away all the pain Jeongin was in behind the doors of the hospital’s operating room. The image of him falling to the ground and the blood seeping on your hands replayed in your head like a movie, which led you to your next nightmare as the film carried on. A moment you never wanted to live, a scene you didn’t want to replay. When Hyunjin looked into your eyes. How he lowered his weapon. Your inability to pull the trigger.

How Seungmin was able to drug Hyunjin with an injection before you were able to fully grasp the situation. Before you were able to say anything besides

“I’m sorry.”

Because at that moment, you felt sorry. Sorry for being in this position, for whatever idea of you was playing in his mind. You didn’t know if you’d ever see him again after that, so in that moment… saying sorry is all that you could say.

Suddenly the door of the operation section opened and you jolted up along with Minho and Felix.

“Yang Jeongin..”

The doctor began and you stepped forward in desperation, “We are his family. How is he? Is he out of surgery?”

“He is still in surgery. He may be here over night. He has sustained a lot of injuries and we are running into complications so the operation will take a while.”

“But he is okay, right?” Seungmin stood behind you as you felt tears well in your eyes at the news. Minho turned to you softly as you were falling apart at the scene.

“It’s hard to say confidently if he will recover from his injuries but the doctors are doing all they can.”

“Thank you doctor.” Felix said lowly as the doctor retreated.

“I think you should head home Y/N.” Minho softly said as Seungmin looked at him anxiously.

“I’ll take her.” Seungmin said and lightly grabbed your arm as you yanked it still feeling the weight on your heart pull you down.

“I’m not leaving.” You spat.

“WHERE IS MY GRANDSON?!”

The hairs on your back stood up chilling as you felt the world stop. The sudden deep voice pulled your attention and you saw your grandfather walking over to the four of you in anger. Pure rage.

“Grandfather..” Felix whispered.

“Y/N, What the fuck have you done?! What is wrong with Jeongin!?”

Your grandfather marched straight to you and pushed Seungmin to the side as he gripped your arms and pulled you into him. You couldn’t even resist as you felt responsible, that this was your punishment.

“Jeongin’s in surgery.. he..”

“SHUT UP.”

A slap. Right against your cheek as you fell to the ground from the backhanded impact. Felix rushed to your side as you made contact with the cold hard floor. The taste of blood dripped In your mouth as you raised your hands to your lips and felt the cut bleeding. You looked up to your grandfather and then to Minho who stood there looking at you with sadden eyes.

“YOU…. have brought shame to this family. Because of you, a member of our family was attacked, a situation that could have been avoided if you would have just been a lot smarter. But no, you are selfish. You never think about anything. A common woman. Only using your emotions to guide you. Foolish.”

“Grandfather..” Seungmin softly said.

“Shut up boy! I have given you plenty of chances Y/N, to prove your worthiness to lead this family but you are unfit.”

You looked at the man as he turned his gaze to Minho.

“Lee Minho.”

“Yes, grandfather.” Minho answered and looked at your grandfather straight on.

“Tomorrow, I want you to begin the transition of power as stated in the 32nd clause of the Lee Family creed.”

“What?” Minho said shockingly.

“What?” You repeated through clenched teeth.

“You are unfit. Uneducated. You will not lead this family any longer. Minho will begin his training to succeed you and we will prepare for the transition.”

Your grandfather walked over to you and you flinched slightly as he stood in front of you, head tilted down and hands behind his back.

“All of this could have been avoided if you had just done what you were assigned to do, girl. Your father would be disappointed in you.”

You shook in fear and sadness at his words as he continued, “You’re lucky that execution was not considered for your treason to the family.”

With that, your grandfather walked back to the front of the hospital and you clenched your jaw at the whole scene. Yeji told you that someone didn’t like that you were the leader....there was a mole in your family and you looked up at Minho as he stood there. He slowly looked over to you and you stood up with Felix’s help and his eyes searched yours.

“Y/N.. I-”

“Are you satisfied yet Minho?”

“I didn’t—”

“Don’t…” you plug your hand up to stop Minho from continuing as you began to walk away from you cousins, your mind feeling overwhelmed from the amount of emotions that you were in.

As you walked slowly, you thought about how maybe this was a good thing. To transition your power to Minho, and how maybe you wouldn't mind being killed. But then you thought about Hyunjin. Your mind replayed the scene in the basement and the way Hyunjin looked at you. It was heartbreaking that the years you had spent together were coming short and everything was left unknown. You didn’t know what he knew, and you wonder if he had woken up. Was he okay? Did he get hurt? You felt your heart ache as the thought of something happening to him and you once again felt tears brim your eyes as you stopped walking and felt a presence of someone behind you.

“Why are you following me?” You asked.

“I think we should talk Y/N.” The voice of Seungmin’s rang in your ears as he was soft and innocently asking for your time.

You couldn’t be mad at him. And you know what he was going to ask you, things couldn’t be hidden anymore. Not after this.

“Why didn’t you kill him?”

You bit your lip and felt a small hot tear run down your cheek at Seungmin’s question. It was time to be honest.

“He was right there, Y/N. He surrendered to you.. I saw it. You just didn’t pull the trigger.”

“I couldn’t do it.” Your lips quivered as you softly whispered loud enough for Seungmin to hear you. You felt more tears come and you started to let it all out.

Seungmin walked closer to you and stood in front of you as you were falling apart. Your mind, body, and soul, feeling crushed and lacking any hope. It was all too much for you to take in and Seungmin knew that you had never broken down like this ever. He wrapped his arms around you as you were limp in his chest, sobbing. He stroked your hair and you whimpered as you tried to catch a breath.

“You love him, Y/N.”

You couldn’t speak through your choked sobs so you nodded against Seungmin’s chest. You heard him sigh against you and you found yourself pulling back away from him.

“All this time?” He questioned as you wiped your tears and nodded again.

“Why didn’t you tell anyone?” Seungmin lookesyou and stepped forward to help you wipe your tears. “You were suffering alone all this time.”

“Jeongin knew.”

Seungmin sighed and you looked up at him as he carefully tried to comfort you.

“I don’t know what I’m going to do Seungmin. Yeji ordered me to kill Hyunjin but he saw me.. he knows now.”

You felt tears come back to your wet eyes and you hung your head, “I don’t want to live a life where he isn’t with me. I can’t be here and know that he could hate me for knowing who I truly am. It’s eating me inside Seungmin, I want to be with him so badly..”

“So go to him.”

You stopped and looked at Seungmin as if he was ludacris. He looked at you in the most serious state and you shook your head.

“Are you mad? I can’t go—“

“Y/N. Hyunjin loves you, you know that. We know that.”

You did know that, didn’t you?

“Go home. Go see him tonight because tomorrow..”

Seungmin pushed and you looked down knowing what was coming.

“Tomorrow may not come.”

Seungmin was right. The consequences of you disobeying not only your grandfather but Yeji could cause commotions in the mafia world tomorrow. You weren’t sure what would happen, and what information would leak. It was so difficult to be in a limbo state at every turn. You only dream of a world where you and Hyunjin could live freely and share your life with a family. Growing old together and sharing every piece of the world. That wasn’t going to happen. You knew as long as you two were alive, you both couldn’t be together. It broke your heart. But you knew that Seungmin was right.

“What about Jeongin? I can’t just leave him here, I have to stay-.” You questioned and Seungmin sighed as he stopped you.

“Jeongin would be telling you the same thing I am.” He was right. You knew that if the situation was any different, Jeongin would be telling you to go to Hyunjin.

“Okay. I’ll go.”

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Hyunjin felt his eyes pry open as he heard the sound of men talking from a few feet away. His head was pounding and his body ached as he tried to shift and move.

“Woah woah Hyunjin,” Hyunjin saw Jisung come to his side from behind the couch that Hyunjin was laying on. “You good?”

“Yeah,” Hyunjin sat up with Jisung’s help, “I’m good, what happened?”

“We were hoping you could tell us that.” The sound of Changbin’s voice echoed as he came from behind Hyunjin with Chan next to him “We found you in the basement on the floor. You were out for an hour.”

“You didn’t see anyone down there with you?” Chan asked and Hyunjin shook his head and then that’s when he remembered.

You.

“You said that the leader of the Lee Family was here right Chan?” Hyunjin felt his heart beat faster at the thought of you being someone you weren’t.

“Yeah, I was told that he would be in the basement. You told us to check the perimeters, we didn’t catch him.”

Hyunjin spared you. He knew that in that moment it was you, him, and the gun. But he couldn’t grasps why you were down there, who you really were, or have you been a Lee all this time. The leader who hid in plain sight. But the boys didn’t know, or so it seemed. Hyunjin didn’t want to let them know that he saw you there, not until he saw you first.

He knew you. Or maybe he didn’t. But the woman that he loves would come home. You’d be at home waiting for him. Maybe to kill him, but in Hyunjin’s mind, he didn’t care.

“Hyunjin,”

Hyunjin looked up at the boys who were waiting for his next response.

“I have to get home.” Hyunjin said and stood up from the couch, noticing that they were still in the Lee Mansion. It was so dark and grey with hints of despair and murder. Hyunjin thought about the massacre of the Lee Family which occurred right in this house. Generations of his bloodline, fighting against the Lee family and how he allowed someone, his enemy, to coerce him. He needed to know the truth. He needed you to tell him that you weren’t of Lee blood. That you weren’t the leader. He needed to pretend that everything was okay. But the fear that you never loved him in the way he loves you imprinted his mind as he began to head out of the home and walk towards him car.

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Hyunjin walked up to the door of his home, inserting the key to see that the door was cracked open. He felt his ears grow hot as the pit of his stomach felt heavy and light all at once. The suspense of what could be behind the door caused him to grab his gun in his holster, and aim it at the door. He pushed open the door and was welcomed to a dark home. The silhouettes of the couch and the tv were the first things he noticed as he knew someone had to have been here. He wondered if it was you. Where were you?

He stepped closer into the home and walked slowly as he aimed his gun at anything and everything, scanning the rooms intensely. He approached the dining room and the kitchen, places he assumed you’d be in, but was led to another empty space. He then walked slowly to the hallway that led to your bedroom and as he approached his eyes first saw the curvature of your figure in the hallway. He immediately took his stance with the gun aimed at you as you stood there looking at a photo hung up on the wall.

You stared at the photo of you two, sharing smiles and laughing. A memory made one day in the park, your engagement photos. You smiled painfully in the dark and knew Hyunjin was across from you, ready to fire his weapon. He turned on the hallway light to get a more clear picture of you and was taken aback at your ability to look so beautiful when you have been through distress. He felt captivated by you as if you were a drug. He wondered if he really could pull the trigger now.

“Are you really going to keep your aim at me?” You turned and looked at Hyunjin who was staring back at you and you began to walk closer to him, step by step.

“Don’t come closer.” He demanded and you kept walking.

“I’m serious Y/N or I will—“

“What? Are you going to pull the trigger?” You stood in front of him with his gun pressed up against your chest. A reverse imagery of the hours before. Hyunjin looked down at your beaded eyes as you tried to stay calm and collected. You weren’t sure where Hyunjins mind was and you didn’t feel confident that he wouldn’t shoot. You saw in his eyes however, a battle. He was internally battling his emotions. You wanted to be honest with him, you wanted to have something.

“Who are you?” He whispered.

You were crushed. He wasn’t sure anymore that you were the woman he loved. How could he be?

“I’m your wife. Hwang Y/N.”

“No….you know what I mean.” He tensed and you sighed back to him and nodded.

“Why were you down there, Y/N? What is going on? How did you find that place?” Hyunjin began ram biking all the questions in his mind, word vomiting. You just stood there feeling yourself grow tears again. He was breaking in front of you. Both of you were breaking down.

“Was it even real?”

That’s where he got you. A dagger through your heart. Was it even real? All of this, the love, the way you looked at him, how you held him, everything. All these years, was it even real. He lowered his weapon and you watched him as he started to succumb to his emotions, tears not holding back.

“Hyunjin.” You placed your hands on his wet cheeks as he dropped his weapon to the floor and took hold of your wrists as he looked at you

“If everything is fake..can you just tell me that the love was real?”

“Hyunjin, I have never loved anyone the way I love you.”

Hyunjin looked into your eyes as you began to cry and he couldn’t hold back. If everything else was a lie, he needed this to be the truth. He needed you differently than he ever had. He knew in his heart, there was no reason to live if you weren’t next to him. You two were cut from the same strand of souls. You were made for him, that had to be true. He didn’t care if he woke up tomorrow and found out you were a Lee. He didn’t care if your families disapproved of your relationship. If you loved him and he loved you, why does anything else matter.

So he wrapped his large hand around the back of your head and pulled you in to place his lips on you. A feeling of shock tingled through the both of you and you wrapped your arms around him. Your lips melding perfectly like they always have before. Your bodies sharing the heat of the moment. There was so much desperation and fear. You both knew it. Tomorrow wasn’t granted. But you two had tonight. You knew that you couldn’t be with him after tonight. That tomorrow could take a turn for the worst.

“Hyunjin…” you breathed as you pulled back slowly.

“Yes love.”

“I promise I’ll tell you everything tomorrow, everything that you want to know. Just know that how I feel about you, that was real. And will always be real.” Hyunjin’s eyes looked deep into yours and he smiled as he leaned in to kiss you.

“I love you Hyunjin.” You whispered against his lips kissing him again.

“I love you too, Y/N.” He kissed you back as he ran his hands down the side of your body, fingertips caressing the inside of your shirt, over your waist and pants. You moan at the coldness of his fingertips against your warm skin. Hyunjin walks you back, still pressed against your lips, into your bedroom. The room where so many intimate moments to like this one has happened. So many late night talks, binge watching shows, holding each other close moments. You pulled back and Hyunjin took his shirt off revealing his toned milky white chest to you. Your hands without thinking glide over his smooth skin and trace each line on his toned abs and over his chest. Carved by the gods, he was the definition of perfection. He leaned forward into you, kissing you again with the same passion and fire he has always had. Desperate for your taste. His hands roam under your shirt, sending chills down your spine as you leaned you head back, pulling away from the kiss, moaning as he began to pepper kissed up and down your neck. His hand grasped your clothes breasts and you wrapped your hand in his hair again. He was so close to you, and you could feel his throbbing member against your inner thigh.

Hyunjin then pulled your shirt over your head and then turned you around to unclasp your bra. Sensually he slid the straps of your bra off your shoulders, bending down to kiss the top of your bare shoulders pressing his warm chest against your soft back. As you bts fell to the ground, freeing your breast, Hyunjin’s hand gilded up your naked upper half, clasping over your breasts, fingertips playing with your harden nipples. You moaned and leaned your head back against him as he chuckled darkly into your ear. Lips still leaving trails anywhere he wanted.

“Keep moaning for me babygirl.”

One of Hyunjin’s hands then slipped down your naval above the button of your pants and in one swift motion, he unbuttoned your jeans and pulled the zipper down. His hand disappeared in your pants, fingers tracing over your clothed heat, he groaned as the feeling of your underwear being soaked.

“So wet for me, Y/N.” He lightly nipped your ear as his fingers rubbed against your clit making you groaned in pleasure, your hands raising up and behind to bring Hyunjin closer, your hips bucking against his hand to chase any more friction.

You felt his long fingers push your underwear to the side and insert themselves in your tight hole. You gasped at the feeling of him filling you up with just his slender fingers and he gasped too.

“Fuck Hyunjin.” You moaned as he began to slowly pump into you.

“You like that baby? You like being filled up with just my fingers huh?”

His pace began to increase and he was pumping in and out at a delicious speed. Your body convulsed against him, legs beginning to quiver. Hyunjin moaned against your ear and you felt his hips grind against your rear. You were taken over by the pleasure and you wanted him so badly. To fuck you like a doll, to dominate you in every way. You were aching for him as you whimpered everytime he palmed against your clit.

“Get on the bed.” His fingers slipped out of you and you whined at the loss. You turned and slipped your pants and underwear off as you climbed back on the bed as he held the fingers that were in you and Stuck them into his mouth, sucking the taste of you right off.

“I taste good daddy?” You bit your lip, eyes hooded with lust and he groaned as he leaned forward and took a hold of your legs pulling you to him.

“Delectable.” He leaned down until he was face to face with your wet cunt and he groaned, “ I want all of you.”

You felt your body arch off the bed as Hyunjin wasted no time devouring you with his sinful tongue. He attacked your clit and licked you like you were the most delicious piece of candy and he wanted to savour every drip. You were moaning like mad. The feeling of him against you like this was immaculate. There were no words. You didn’t even think about anything, not even the words that left your mouth. You would look down and see him looking up at you and would almost cum just from the sight of him eating you out. Your hips would rock against his face and you’d feel the vibrations if his low chuckle against your lips.

“Fuck Hyunjin just like that. Please.”

Hyunjin inserted his fingers into you again as he curved his fingers against your sweet spot. You cried out as he abused your clit with his tongue and fucked tou with his fingers so well.

“Hyunjin… Im gonna FUCK.” You were convulsing against him. Hands trying to find something to grasp on to.

“You wanna cum for me love?” He devilishly smirked at you, tongue still lapping over your sensitive nub.

“Oh my fucking god daddy, I wanna cum.” You cried out as you watched him smile against you.

You felt your walls clench around his long fingers and your body arched off the mattresses as Hyunjin took no time to stop. He kept lapping you intensely, driving you so far that you were gasping for air.

“Shit shit shit!” You cried out as he drank all your juices as you were coming down from you high. He pulled his fingers out of you and leaned over to put them in your mouth. You sucked your juices off his fingers as he bent down to kiss you so sloppily and sexy. You were never going to get enough of this man.

He fumbled with his pants, while kissing you. Once you heard his pants fall down, you sat up and pulled Hyunjin on the bed as he fell with a thump.

“Hey!” He laughed and you smiled as you crawled down to his hardened dick.

“My turn..” you wrapped your hand around the base of his shaft as your tongue extended and licked him from the bottom to the top of his head. Your lips wrapped around his head as you slowly bobbed your head down, using your tongue to apply more wetness to him.

Hyunjin groaned and leaned his head back, eyes fluttering close as you into he’d to move slowly up and down his shaft. You had one hand moving on his dick, going against your movements of your lips. Hyunjins hand went above your head as he sat up.

“God baby your mouth feels fucking insane.” He helped you bob your head gently on his dick as you looked up at him as he watched you suck. You were growing wetter by the second and your core was aching. You moaned against his member and he hissed as your hand massaged one of his balls as you sucked. Suddenly Hyunjin pulled you off his cock and pulled you so that you were on all fours in the bed with him behind you.

You gasped as he leaned over your back, pulling your hair so that your head was flung back closer to him. His lips caressed your ear again and his hot breath tickled.

“I’m gonna fuck you so good Y/N. I’m gonna fuck you dumb.” He growled as he pushed your back down so your ass was facing up and your head was smashed to the mattress. You felt Hyunjin line his dick to your hole as he pushed himself in you and you yelled at the way his size filled you up. He rubbed every pleasurable part in you and you were moaning immediately to how deep he was in you. He began to slowly move in and out of you, it was so painful. You wanted him so badly and he was pumping into you so sensually. You tried to buck your hips against him, earning a slap on your ass for trying to do anything.

“Someone is needy..” he chucked as you groaned. You wanted to be rough, you wanted him to show you how good he could fuck you.

“I thought you were gonna fuck me dumb..” after the words left your lips, you almost wished you hadn’t said anything. Cause Hyunjin grabbed a hold of your hair and wrapped his hand around your neck pulling you back and snapped his hips hard into the tip hitting your sweet spot each time he snapped back into you. You tried to scream and moan but Hyunjins hand was gripped around your neck, making your sounds high pitched and weak.

“Wanna say something else princess? Is this want you wanted? You wanted me to fuck you like this?” Hyunjins speed was out of control. Your mind was clouded with the pleasure of him fucking you. He threw you down to the mattress and leaned over as you were a moaning mess.

“Tell me who’s making you feel this good Y/N.”

“You are Hyunjin.”

“I’m the only one who can have you like this. I’m the only one who can see you like this.”

Your mind was all of the place as he fucked into you, his motions getting sloppier as he was chasing his high. He reached his hand to rub your sensitive clit and you yelled again. He was moaning against you and you were convulsing as he helped you chase your second orgasm of the night.

“I fucking love you Y/N.” Hyunjin whimpered as you felt your knees buckle under him. “I fucking love you.”

“I love you too..” you tried to breathe out as you felt another wave of pleasure wash over your body, and you pussy clench around Hyunjin. He let his body weight come over you as he shot his seed deeping you as he kept pumping into you. Your hot sweaty bodies were breathing against each other and you felt him kiss your back as you laid there.

He tried to get up and you stopped him.

“Can we just stay here like this for a moment.” You asked and he nodded as he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you to the side into his chest. He was still inside you and you thought about a lot of things.

“I believe you.”

You looked over behind you to him as he smiled with his eyes closed. You turned back and you closed your eyes too.

“Believe me about what.”

“That it’s real.”

You paused in your mind, eyes opened again as he snuggled closer to you.

“Whatever your truth is… even if it’s not what’s meant to be…”

You felt your heart beginning to break again.

“At least I know that what we have is real.” Hyunjin interlocked his hands with yours and squeezed it tightly.

“I promise Y/N, that i will fight to have you like this every day.”

Hyunjin don’t.

“I will do anything—“ he began to drift off into the night sleep, “to keep you here with me.”

You laid there, shattered.

Because you knew that in an ideal world, that wish would be fulfilled. In an ideal world, you were just you and Hyunjin was just Hyunjin. There was no feud or hat between families, there was no grandfather or Yeji. Jeongin was safe and Minho and you got along. Hyunjin could have the family he dreamt of and you two would raise your children happily. That was ideal.

But you two don't live in an ideal world. You knew that. Hyunjin’s optimism scared you. If tomorrow came and he found out everything that Yeji knows, how could both families accept that? How could Hyunjin accept that your sole purpose was to marry him and kill him. Gain his trust and use it against him. You knew better than to live in hope and optimism. That’s not the luxury you were given.

So maybe it was cruel to come back home that night and see him. Maybe it was cruel to tell him that you’d be truthful in the morning and tell him that you loved him. It was cruel to make love one more time and let him fall asleep dreaming of a world where you two could be together.

Maybe it was cruel to leave him alone in the morning with your wedding ring sitting on the bedside table.

Because when Hyunjin woke up the next morning to find an empty bed and your wedding ring, he felt a type of pain he never imagined he would. One that caused a different suffering, where you feel so dead and your force to live.

Heartbreak.

a/n: it’s here! thank you guys for waiting and being patient. I’m trying really hard to get these out when I say I will! as always send me your thoughts and theories! I love reading them! WE ARE ALMOST TO CHAPTER 10 WHAT? you guys are amazing! until next time!KMY

Taglist: @hyunfeji @zenzedana @datura-inoxia@minaamhh @ninjaleeknow @beethiin @hyunsxle @hwangful

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awhilde · 4 years ago

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kaeya as your boyfriend!

seeing all these hc’s for genshin is making me sob like god damn all these enemies to lovers for childe and lumine is making me simp for him. also i’ll never shut up about kaeya his yoho in the manga reminds me of oikawa and that just throws me into a whole other world of hurt

&& this is potentially the last piece of genshin content that i’ll post in a while bc i don’t just want to write purely abt genshin however !! if someone asks for it who am i to say no?

neways,,, kaeya as ur boyfriend!

the beginning of your relationship would have originated with his confession to you

despite being a huge romantic, kaeya confessed to you with no prior planning, nothing spectacular like a mysterious note leading to a tree caked in snow despite the rest of the world enveloped in a still night

in fact, kaeya hadn’t even come to terms with his true feelings when it occurred, he simply knew that he found you fascinating and of good company. besides, you easily bounced back his roundabout way of talking and your banter provided him good humour

so when the two of you were casually patrolling the streets of the city on the lookout for potential hazards, he’d dropped the bomb mid conversation when you guys were talking about your family

“yeah, i totally get that.” you had said in reply to his advice. “i’m just anxious i guess, on what i should do. after taking so long, is my brother even still alive?” after a shaky inhale, you laughed off the suddenly sombre atmosphere. “sorry, i didn’t mean to bring the mood down. i suppose i just felt a bit alone in this whole situation. its like no one is taking my brother’s disappearance seriously and its being overlooked because of all this dragon business.”

kaeya hadn’t been sure as to what to say for he felt slightly guilty for forgetting the reason why you ended up here as well. he felt an odd pang in his chest at your crestfallen expression, more so at how much you tried to cover it up with a smile.

he’d suddenly turn from walking beside you to standing in front, gauging your expression and successfully halting you in your step

he’d confess with a smile, clearly not expecting a response and solely in hopes of letting you know that he cared for you and you weren’t alone. he wouldn’t be nervous ion think, he knows his worth and would be completely comfortable with only being your friend. he’d let the news comprehend in your mind before turning around, wishing you a goodnight and a slight pun about how the early bird gets the worm

oh boy, kaeya’d would have never expected you to return his feelings but you did anyway, replying in a similar, quiet tone, expressing the emotions that you felt around the ice man and only THEN did he blush. he’d hid the majority of his reddening face behind his palm, looking off the right slightly to try and hide his face from you. the fluistered look on his face sent you out of this world

neways, the night ended in a limbo between awkward, flustered glances and timid silence, and finding the situation hilarious because well,, it just was to you two

the day after that, your relationship was relatively the same

except, kaeya no longer hid his lingering looks at you anymore which made 1). you blush and 2). everyone suspicious

but i mean they called it so,,,

everyone, that is, except paimon who exists only to be the biggest cockblocker you’ve ever met. no like seriously, did almost drowning cause the last sliver of common sense to escape from her?

regardless, paimon was on your ass every. single. time you and kaeya talked whether it be in private or within a group

like that one time when kaeya managed to get you alone in the library, having not had the opportunity to talk to you privately all day

he had stood a little too close to you (bc kaeya is a : dom and towering over you is something he would find pleasure in doing) as you talked. clearly, he wasn’t paying attention to your attempt at small talk instead opting to inch you closer to the wall with a smirk

you’re not completely dense, you knew exactly what he was doing but he was hot so you let it slide, finding the situation kinda addicting to be in

“anyway, amber was telling me something about cleaning up the aftermath of stormterror, something about barricades and the like, are you going to be helping us this time?” you had asked him, eyebrow raised over the book you had clutched to your chest

kaeya smirks and steps closer again, causing you to back away slightly. “and if i don’t?”

“go ahead and find out yourself, pretty boy, see how well that turns out.”

the bored challenge in your voice disappears when he closes the gap between you two, placing a forearm easily above your head and tilting your body in that respective direction, easily caging you in

“caring for me? where did your tsundere act go?” he whispered, breath tickling the hairs framing your face. by now, you were sure it was obvious that you were blushing

your eyes flick to his lips and back to his eye, his own catching the movement and you swore his lips stretched further into that smirk. his face edges closer to yours, a still silence in the form of an inhaled breath tense in the air and just as kaeya’s lips touched your own

the door to the library slams open

kaeya immediately brings his head up and checks behind his shoulder, body still encasing yours but this time in order to protect you

and you can’t see because,, well,, kaeya’s body was obstructing your vision so you turn to look around him but he moves that way too, protecting you from the intruder’s sight

but well, you didn’t need to see the person to know them because their voice was a dead give away

“kaeya!” paimon exclaimed and you hear kaeya’s short huff of exhaustion. “have you seen name? she said she was around here but,,, paimon hasn’t seen her anywhere. why are you looking at paimon like that?”

convinced that she wasn’t a threat, kaeya sighs and leans his forehead against yours. you giggle slightly

paimon finally sees you, at least your figure anyway and gasps. “wait a minute, is that a girl paimon is seeing? kaeya, what are you doing with this girl? unless,,, omg are you cheating on name?”

and without looking at the floating human, kaeya tells her to leave in a firm voice. clearly, he didn’t like any of this bullshit

and paimon gets a little scared before she huffs, telling him that she was totally going to tell you what he was doing

and the door slams after her with extra intended force and with the help of a few icicles

kaeya opens his eyes and gazes longingly at you, frustrated and annoyed at well,, being cockblocked. the moment of intense sexual tension is over and being flustered is well past you know. besides, you kinda wanted to clear up the misunderstanding before paimon spreads some nasty rumour. and sure, kaeya couldn’t care less about his reputation, but you cared about his

so you laugh at his misery and give him a quick peck on the lips before ducking under his arm and exiting the library

kaeya would be a little stunned at your move on him, but he was well aware of your cheeky side. for the rest of the day, he would declare war on you, trying to get you flustered again (bc its funny and cute). he’d do things like cooling his skin when you accidently touch him, standing way too close to you in group discussions and !! breathing down your neck (bc mans has cold breath) and just generally looking at your direction

you’d fight back bc he’s being ridiculous, winking when you caught him staring, squeezing his hand when he walks past and jokingly avoiding his attempts to get you in private

bc i mean, there was a dragon terrorising the world so romance shouldn’t be your first priority

a shame that kaeya thinks he’s all that and confident in his abilities that he’s like yes i can juggle saving the world and winning over my girlfriend in my sleep wym

when this silly “fight” is over, you finally let kaeya drag you into an alleyway, pressing you up against the wall and kissing you without words

and you smile into the kiss bc frustrated kaeya is so cute

and that’s the relationship, just a mix of pure fluff (bc kaeya really does care for you a lot), stupid banter and sexual tension!!

wow!

#kaeya #kaeya x reader #kaeya x lumine #why is kaeya so hot but so weak?#manga kaeya has me feeling some typa way #kaeya fluff #genshin #genshin impact #genshin kaeya

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sithsecrets · 4 years ago

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proposal | din djarin x reader

you and din discuss the customs of his people, and then you take a trip to see the armorer.

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3.4k words

mentions: piv sex, marriage customs, fem!reader, marriage proposals, reader discusses interest in having kids, nervousness/anxiety about being rejected, weddings

this is part 6 of my valentine’s week special! you can find the other parts here!

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Only in the dark are you brave enough to ask the question that’s been lingering in your mind for weeks now, speaking the words into the hull’s empty void as Din breathes beside you.

“Do Mandalorians have weddings?”

So maybe that’s not exactly what you meant, but it’s what comes out of your mouth. What you really want to know is if Mandalorians marry in the first place, but something about asking Din this more directly seems entirely too serious. Too heavy. Couple that with the fact that you lie here naked and drunk on sex and wine, and you find yourself glad that you asked him the way you did.

“No,” Din says, palm warm on your back, “at least not the way people most people do.”

You let his words sink in for a moment, pondering what sort of marriage customs Mandalorians could have. Where you’re from, weddings are huge affairs, the celebration of two families joining together made complete with eating and drinking and music. It is a day devoted to dressing impractically and marveling at all the future holds, a day where two people become a unit, their whole lives spread out before them. You know that every culture isn’t like yours, obviously, but you wonder what else could be done for such an occasion. Every wedding you’ve ever been to, regardless of setting or context, has always involved merrymaking and splendor, or as much as could be afforded. Even this evening, all the way out in the Tatooine desert, Cobb Vanth and his husband and all their friends in Mos Pelgo managed to scrape together quite the little party. There was wine and food, and everyone danced until they couldn’t go anymore. If marriage isn’t a celebration to Mandalorians, then what else could it be?

“Do they— Do you just say you’re married? Is there an officiant?”

Din lets out a sigh, but it’s by no means an exasperated one. If you didn’t know better, you’d think he was trying to steady himself, his bare arm flexing around your waist.

“No,” he answers, “there’s no officiant. When two Mandalorians get married, they exchange vows in mando’a, and then they look at each other.”

“They take off—”

“Their helmets,” Din finishes for you, “yes. They say their vows, and then they see each other’s faces for the first time. That’s why it’s done in private— no guests, no one to oversee things.”

“And then after you see each other, you’re married?”

Din nods, affirmative, and the weight of all he’s said presses down on your mind. Two Mandalorians, that was his exact wording, but is that really what he meant? Is there no other option? There has to be another option…

“Can Mandalorians marry other people? Or is that not allowed?”

It takes everything you have to ask this question, anxiety churning in your stomach until… until you realize that Din’s already sleeping, the rise and fall of his chest even and measured against your cheek. The feeling that comes over you is equal parts relief and horror, an odd reaction to the fact that he didn’t hear you, but you decide agonizing over all of this isn’t important right now, not tonight. You’re half-drunk, exhausted, and emotional aroused— hardly the right state to be in when you’re talking about something so serious as this. And so you simply pull the blankets up around you and Din, trying in vain to fall asleep like he did.

---

Thirty-six hours later, the Crest is back in hyperspace, you, Din, and the baby off to chase down a quarry on some distance planet. It’s going to be a long ride, a fact that you’re dreading. Since you watched the Marshal and his husband say their vows and exchange a kiss as husbands, your head’s been filled with images of marriage and weddings and wifehood. The conversation you had with Din the other night plays in your mind on loop, the one unanswered question bothering you to the point of distraction.

Can Mandalorians marry other people?

(Can you marry me?)

You try to keep busy, cleaning and doing laundry, cooking an elaborate dinner, but nothing helps. Even as you play with the baby and tuck him in the for the night, you’re bombarded by anxiety and feelings of unresolved tension. The most frustrating part of it all is that it’s completely one-sided— Din wouldn’t know what the hell you’re talking about, even if you told him, because he wasn’t fucking awake. Din Djarin, a man who never rests, fell asleep in the middle of talking to you about his people and their customs. You truly never thought you’d see the day, and now that you have, you pray it never happens again. You’re not sure you can take this, this limbo. You have to know.

With the Child asleep, you’re officially out of things to occupy your time. You’ve scrubbed every floor and every surface of the Crest, cleaned out the pantry and changed the beds, washed and folded all the clothes. And so you decide it’s time to fuck up your life, climbing up to the cockpit to talk to Din like you have a hundred times before with a rock in your stomach. Never in your life have you professed to be brave, and you nearly chicken out the minute your eyes land on the glinting beskar, on the curve of his helmet. In that moment, you realize that this is it, this really could be the end of it all…

And yet somehow, you’re not afraid anymore.

“Hey,” Din says softly, reaching out to you. The visor remains fixed on the holograms in front of him even as you come over, but his arm is tight around your waist, grounding. “Kid’s asleep?”

“Yeah.” You pause, enjoying the weight of his embrace. “Din?”

He hums in acknowledgement, still focused whatever he’s studying on the holo display. You’re undeterred.

“Do you— Do you remember what we were talking about the other night? After Cobb’s wedding?”

Din’s still half distracted, fixed on an image of two alien beings in what appears to be a hangar bay. “Yeah, Mandalorian weddings. You wanted to know what it’s like when we marry.”

You study him for a moment, gather up all your courage. “Mmhm. And you said that that was the custom for two Mandalorians— vows and then you look. But— But—”

“But what?” Din cuts, still not looking at you.

“Does it… Does it have to be two Mandalorians, or can it be a Mandalorian and someone else?”

Your question hangs in the air for one long, silent moment, and then it would seem that you finally have Din’s full attention.

He turns to you slowly, letting the holograms flicker into nothingness as the pilot’s chair creaks in your direction. You think you might actually pass out right there, petrified to face him in the wake of this question. The both of you are long past all the uncertainty of the early days, far away from the time when you didn’t know what you meant to one another. But this is no insignificant matter, and Din’s not a stupid man. You aren’t asking, but you certainly aren’t not asking either.

For a second there, you think he’s going to prod for more information, make you say what you mean out loud. Din’s good at that, at making you talk when you don’t want to, but he usually resolves it for more playful situations, times when what he’s making you say outright doesn’t matter as much. But mercifully, he skips the games, reaching for you with one gloved hand.

“Come here, mesh’la,” Din murmurs, maneuvering you into his lap like he has a hundreds of times before. It’s all muscle memory at this point, and you settle on the width of his thighs without even thinking about it. Still, though he’s being gentle, though you’re filled with hope, you wait to hear news that will break you.

… It never comes.

---

If someone asked you to make a list of all the things you thought you’d do in your lifetime, visiting a Mandalorian covert wouldn’t even make the top fifty. But here you are on some distant planet in the Outer Rim, snaking through a tunnel system on your way to meet with someone that Din only refers to as “the Armorer.” Apparently, she used to lead his old covert on Nevarro, and now it would seem that another group of Mandalorians has banded together under her leadership. You don’t know what to think of this person, but Din seems to have great respect for her, and that only makes you more nervous.

When Din asked you to sit on his lap, you were sure that he was about to tell you that you and he could never be more than what you already are. In that moment, you had to ask yourself some hard questions. Were you comfortable with that? Could you live with never seeing Din’s face? Was marriage something you needed, or was it something you wanted? But it turned out that all this introspection was pointless, because Din told you flat out that he can marry whoever he wants… So long as he has the Armorer’s permission.

“It’s just because you’re not a Mandalorian,” he told you, trying to soothe you fears as you became more and more worked up about the whole thing. “It’s purely a formality.”

You were unconvinced. “If it’s just a formality, then why do we have to do it? What if she says no?”

“Then we’ll cross that bridge if we have to, but I doubt she’ll turn us down.”

All of this was said under the cover of darkness, of course, you and Din naked and sprawled out under the blankets. He’d made love to you for hours after you asked him if the two of you could get married, saying over and over again that he loved you and that he couldn’t believe you wanted to be his wife. The attention made you breathless, but in the aftermath of it all, you still asked Din three separate times if he was serious, if he really wanted to have you. You couldn’t bear it if he called the whole thing off at the last minute, and you certainly didn’t want him to agree to something so serious just because you’d expressed interest in the idea. But Din was insistent, promising time and time again that he’d made up his mind. You should have known better than to question the conviction of a Mandalorian, especially one as devout and loyal as Din— they don’t make their choices lightly. All of it felt so fast, but also so right, and you’d fallen asleep that night awash in the glow of your engagement. Now that it’s time to face the Armorer, though, you’re anxious and petrified.

All eyes are on you as you and Din make your way down a cavernous, dimly lit corridor, the blackness of many visors tracking your every movement. Even two children stop to stare at your, their helmeted heads shining dully as you pass.

The sound of metal on metal fills the air as you approach what appears to be a chamber within the tunnel system, the noise growing louder and louder with every step you take. Your first impulse is to turn tail and run, but you force yourself to remain steady, counting your steps and standing tall even as a feeling of all-consuming anxiety overwhelms you.

“Hey,” Din says, reaching for your hand just before the two of you enter the room. “Okay?”

You squeeze his palm, lying through your teeth. “Yeah, I’m good.”

And then you’re walking into the chamber side by side, ready to face the woman that will determine the path of your lives.

The Armor is a tall, broad person, helmeted and sheathed in armor like all the other Mandalorians you’ve seen. She pauses her work the minute you and Din walk into the room, a heavy tool made of beskar held aloft in one hand. To be watched by her is intimidating to say the least, her air of importance only heightened by the fact that she stands three feet off the ground on a dais. Din sits down before her without saying a word, and you follow his lead, unsure of what to do with your hands or face.

“Brother,” she declares, dropping her gaze back to her workspace, “it is good to see you. If you have come for repairs, I am afraid you’ll have to wait some time. We have just combined forces with another covert, and I have had much to do as a result.”

The Armorer glances up.

“Where is the Child?”

It takes you three whole seconds to realize that she’s speaking to you instead of Din, and you rush to answer her. “He’s with friends,” you explain, “people we trust on Nevarro.”

“’We,’” the Armorer intones, picking apart your words. You can’t decide what she means by this.

Two clangs of beskar on beskar, and Din finally speaks.

“I haven’t come for repairs,” he says, voice even and strong, “I’ve come to speak to you about an important matter.”

The Armorer does not so much as look up. “I assume it has something to do with the girl, yes?”

“Yes,” Din affirms. “I want her to be my wife, and I seek your permission for a vow exchange.”

It is a long time before the Armorer speaks again, her demeanor never changing once as she continues to work on the piece before her. She pounds away at the metal, laying it over the jets of flame before her, setting her tools aside carefully.

“You want to marry this Mandalorian?”

Her words are like ice water down your back, but you force yourself to be brave.

“Yes,” you say, feigning confidence. It’s hard to maintain eye contact, though you do it anyway, hellbent on showing respect to this woman who has survived no less than two massacres.

“Come here, child. Let me look at you.”

Standing on shaky legs, you walk closer and closer to the dais, stepping up when prompted by your observer. You refuse to come too close to her workstation, afraid of causing offense. Beskar is a precious thing, and you’d never want to taint her tools and materials with the oil if your unworthy, unindoctrinated hands.

“How long have you known my brother?”

The Armorer begins to pace long, measured circles around you, studying your body, letting her gaze linger on your face.

“Over a year.”

“Do you travel with him much?”

“We live together on the Crest,” you explain. “We’re always together, unless he goes out to look for a quarry.”

The Armorer nods, seemingly pleased.

“And what do you think of the Child? Do you care for him?”

You picture the baby’s face, his little green hands, his big black eyes, and your heart is filled with affection for him. “I don’t know what he is, but I don’t care, either. I love him like he came from my own body. Din’s done me a favor by letting me know the baby at all.”

And for the first since you came to stand before the Armorer do you turn to look at Din. He doesn’t say anything to you in that moment, but you see it, the way his posture softens just the slightest bit. The Armorer must notice it too because she turns her gaze on him as well.

“She is the Child’s mother?”

“Yes,” Din says at once. If the two of you were alone, if you still weren’t so afraid of being rejected, you think you might cry at that.

The Armorer nods once again, statuesque as she comes to a stand in front of you.

“If you were to bear my brother children, would you raise warriors? Or would you have them shy away from such a life?”

This is an important question, you know, one that will make or break the Armorers decision. You take your time to consider you answer, choosing the right words, stringing them together with care.

“My children will be free to do as they please,” you begin, looking the Armorer dead in her visor. “I know that you don’t just become a Mandalorian. It’s something you choose for yourself. You have to swear the Creed and take on the burden of never showing your face— that’s not something I could force on my babies, even if I wanted to. When the time comes, I’ll support whatever path they choose in life, so long as it makes them happy. I love their father as he is now, and I’ll love my children if they choose to follow in his footsteps.”

The room fall silent as you finish your little speech, Din and the Armorer not speaking a word through their modulators as they take in your words. The Armorer herself is especially still, staring you down, testing your will. You think she’s waiting for a “but,” an “if” or an “except” that will ruin everything you’ve just told her. But you don’t flinch, locked in her gaze and firm in your choices.

“You have chosen well, brother. This woman will be an excellent wife. We welcome her openly.”

And though Din told you that she would say yes, hearing the words come out of the Armorer’s own mouth has you awash in all-consuming relief. You think you should say something, perhaps “thank you” or “I welcome you as well,” but you don’t get the chance. The Armorer goes back to her work the minute her pronouncement is made, picking up her tools and going back to her craft like she never stopped in the first place.

“Go now,” she says, but it’s not a harsh command. “I have much to do.”

Her helmet peeks up, trained on Din.

“If she falls pregnant, I want you to return so that we may celebrate the child. It has been too long since we have known the joy of a new life.”

All Din does is nod, offering you his arm when you step off the dais in a daze. The two of you leave together in silence, weaving your way back through the tunnels that brought you here as everyone watches you closely. Somehow, though, their stares feel less judgmental this time, less suspicious. It might be a figment of your imagination, a byproduct of your relief, but it’s like they know. The whole thing is sort of eerie, and you’re glad when you and Din come back out into the daylight.

---

It’s just the two of you alone on the ship, the Child safe on Nevarro with Greef and Cara. You and Din decide to take advantage of this, cutting the lights and crawling in bed the minute the Crest kicks into hyperspace.

You let Din have you on your stomach this time, breathless as he fucks you into the mats and blankets. Even as he pushes into you without mercy, Din is so sweet with you, kissing your back, running his hands down your sides. He murmurs your name like a prayer, moaning brokenly when you tell him that you love him.

After all is said and done, the two of you end up snuggled together as you so often are, safe and warm in a nest of blankets on the floor of this ship you love so much. Panting for breath as you try to calm down, it hits you that this might be one of the last times, might be the last time Din fucks you like this, with everything dark and quiet. Something about that excites you, and yet you feel driven to savor the moment, a strange sense of loss settling in your stomach.

Finally, though, you speak: “When should we do it?”

Din snuggles his face against your chest, letting out a contented breath when you wind your fingers in his hair.

“Soon,” he tells you, “but not here.”

That makes you pause. “If we don’t get married here, then—?”

“I know of a better place, cyar’ika,” Din soothes, rubbing your back, and you can’t help but trust him. “A much better place.”

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shyvioletcat · 4 years ago

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Okay last one (for now): “I need a hug. Please?” - fireman au of course :)

Happy Firefighter Friday! This one had been a long time coming. Happy Birthday @westofmoon

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~~~~~

Rowan knew Aelin was frustrated, he was frustrated too, but granted his wife had reason to be more so. Their baby was due in just a little over a week and they were still stuck in their little apartment instead of being moved into their new house. All they were waiting for was for the current owner of their dream home to sign it over to them, but he had gone on an extended cruise and hadn't bothered to give them a hand while he was away. And it had been months. The house had been on the market for a while and he hadn't expected to suddenly sell according to the real estate agent. So now they were stuck in a limbo of being in between places. They had a bunch of their stuff in storage, most of the things for the baby in storage, all just waiting for the go ahead. Aelin had just suggested they break in and start living there, Rowan had told her multiple times that it was illegal. All they had to do was wait a few more days until the owner got back.

A heavy sigh had Rowan deflating from where he sat in the bed. He and his wife were currently in the middle of a discussion they'd been having for the past week. Aelin was pacing, well what she could manage in the restricted space of the bedroom, frustrated and boarding on just plain mad.

“I just think we should get the bassinet out of storage,” Rowan said.

Aelin sent him a glare. “No.”

“Aelin—“

“No, if we do that we’re jinxing it, we’re giving up,” Aelin replied, pausing her walking to rub her stomach. “The paperwork could come through any day now. We should be ready to go.”

Rowan held in his groan, giving himself a moment to collect himself. “I just think we need to be prepared.”

“I think you’re just fussing.”

This time Rowan couldn’t help himself. He tipped forward, elbows bracing on his knees, rubbing his face to muffled the frustrated sound. Words he would probably regret were on the tip of his tongue when he heard his phone ringing from the kitchen bench. Rowan didn’t hesitate as he stood and went to go get it.

“We’re not finished with this,” Aelin called after him.

“I’m just getting the phone, dear,” Rowan called right back,

Reaching the kitchen Rowan saw that it was his mother calling and relief flooded through him. She was coming to spend a week with them, to help where she could and give Aelin some company as they waited for both the house and baby, and while Rowan was on night shift. This call must be to let him know she was downstairs.

“Hey, Mum,” Rowan said as he answered.

“Hello son, the cab just dropped me off,” Iris said, getting straight to the point like always.

“I’ll be right down,” Rowan said and then hung up. “Aelin,” Rowan called but there was no answer. “Aelin?”

He walked back to the bedroom and found Aelin sitting on the bed, furiously wiping away tears.

“Fireheart,” Rowan said softly, sitting down next to her.

A shuddering sob was all she answered at first. “It’s not supposed to be like this.”

“I know,” he said consolingly.

“We were meant to be in our house, with the room painted and set out and everything. But we’re here, not there,” Aelin lent into his shoulder as she started crying again.

“What do you need?” Rowan asked, smoothing his hand over her hair.

“I need a hug,” Aelin's voice was muffled and she looked up at him with watery eyes. “Please?”

“Of course,” Rowan answered and wrapped his arms around her the best he could and her arms held tightly around his waist. They just stayed that way for a few long minutes.

“Was that your mother on the phone?” Aelin asked after a while.

“Yeah, she’s downstairs,” Rowan murmured into her hair.

“You should go help her,” Aelin said, pulling away from him. “I can’t wait until we live somewhere where we do not have to climb six flights of stairs to get home.”

“Soon,” Rowan said and kissed her. “I promise.”

~~~~~

Aelin was trying to keep busy to keep herself distracted. If she didn’t have time to think about their lack of home, she wouldn’t have time to cry about it. So, she was currently wiping out the kitchen cupboards, the few cups and plates that they hadn’t packed up spread over the floor. This was nesting, she knew that, but she preferred to think of it as moving preparation.

Iris was sitting on the couch, folding clothes to help out. Aelin was glad Iris had come to stay, her mother was prone to fretting over her, which just made Aelin’s anxieties worse. Iris had a steady, calming presence, much like her son.

“Ah,” Aelin exclaimed as her back cramped suddenly. It had been doing that for the past hour every once and awhile, sitting on the floor in this position was not the greatest thing to be doing just nigh on 9 months pregnant.

It didn’t take long for Iris to be in the kitchen with her, fussing also ran in the family it seemed. “You alright?”

“Yeah,” Aelin said, “I think I’ve just been on the floor for too long.”

“Why don’t you go lie down,” Iris said, shifting some of the cups around so she could help Aelin up a bit easier. “Maybe have a nap while I get dinner ready?”

“You don’t have to,” Aelin said even though she knew it was pointless.

Iris did her best to contain her good natured eye roll but Aelin still saw the little that was there to see. Then Iris extended her hands and helped Aelin up just as her back ached again, bad enough she held onto the kitchen counter to steady herself.

“Just go lie down,” Iris reaffirmed.

Aelin didn’t see the point in arguing. “Okay, okay. I’m going.”

Aelin waddled off to her bedroom, not bothering to close the door before she climbed into bed, shifting over so she could sleep on Rowan’s side. Breathing in his comforting scent, it wasn’t long before she drifted off.

Pain pulled Aelin from her sleep, she didn’t know how long she had been out, but the bedroom was dark so it was obviously night. Not wanting to wake up just yet, she closed her eyes again and was just drifting off when another pain had her groaning. Again, Aelin willed sleep to come and it was just in her grasp when there was another pain, this one accompanied by a tightening sensation over her stomach. That made her suddenly so very awake.

Aelin found her phone and checked the time, then she just lay there in the dark and waited. The pain happened again and she was sitting up.

“No,” Aelin said as she reached over and turned her lamp on. “Nononono. Not yet!”

“Aelin?” Iris called. “Are you up?”

“Yep,” Aelin said, hand rubbing over her stomach, feeling the baby move beneath her hand.

Iris stepped into the room and turned the light on. “Everything okay?”

“I think I might be having contractions,” Aelin said quietly, not quite believing those words were coming out of her mouth.

“Have you time them?” Iris asked so calmly.

“No, just they’re regular, I think. I don’t know,” Aelin said. “It’s too early.” Her panic was rising by the second. “It's too early, these can’t be contractions. It’s not time.”

“Babies run on their schedules, but this could just be false contractions,” Iris explained. “Why don’t you have a warm shower, hmm? It will help with relaxing your body.”

“Okay,” Aelin said, her voice a little shaky. “Sounds good.”

Iris gave her hand a reassuring squeeze then Aelin was pushing herself off the bed and heading to the shower, just hoping that her mother in law was right and a warm shower would solve everything.

~~~~~

It was just past dinner time and Rowan was feeling a little on edge. He hated leaving Aelin tonight. She had been so upset over the bassinet and the whole situation. He had left a little earlier than he normally would have to pick it up before he came into work, the bassinet and stand were currently in the back of his truck. Rowan was aware that Aelin hated the idea, that she just wanted to have it set up in the baby’s perfect room in their new house, but he wanted to side with caution on this one.

He was just writing a text to Aelin when he was interrupted by his mother calling him. He didn’t waste any time before answering. “Hi, Mum. How’s my wife and child?”

“Sweetie,” his mother said, her voice making him sit up a bit straighter. “I think you need to come home.”

“Why? I’ve got a few hours left,” Rowan said despite his slowly rising panic. “I’ll be home soonish. Well, not exactly. But Aelin should be sleeping soon.”

“No. You need to come home right now,” her voice was firm and brooked no argument.

His mother took in a breath like she was about to say something and Rowan was about to ask exactly why she was so insistent that he come home when he heard Aelin let out a panicked yelp and then her shrill voice. “I think my waters just broke.”

Rowan’s panic shot through the room, both his stomach and heart flipping, and he just sat there stunned for a moment. Then he sprung into action, “I’m coming. Tell Aelin I’m on my way.”

There was only one thing running through Rowan’s mind as he stood up. They were having a baby, Aelin was having the baby. Gods, they were having a baby. He tried to gather his things from his desk but he just ended up making more mess. He couldn’t remember where he left his keys.

Just then Lorcan walked into the room, blocking Rowan’s path out.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Lorcan said, but Rowan barely heard him.

“I have to go,” was all Rowan said.

Fenrys laughed from somewhere in the room. “What, is Aelin having the baby or something?”

“Yes.” Rowan went back to his desk to search for his keys again.

There were a few moments of silence before chaos broke out. Everyone was talking at once, but Rowan didn’t hear them, he just bellowed, “Where are my gods-damned keys!”

“Your locker!” Rowan heard one of them say, then he was moving. Despite the panic and nerves that were coursing through him as he ran to his car, Rowan couldn’t stop smiling. They were having a baby, and Rowan was just hoping that they would have enough time to get to the hospital so he would be able to keep his promise to Aelin and wouldn’t have to deliver it himself.

~~~~~

Aelin was beyond exhausted, the need to sleep tugging at every fibre of her being. But she didn’t want to sleep, not yet. Her daughter slept in her arms, the blanket draped over her loosely so that they were skin to skin. After her waters had broken in the shower Aelin had never felt panic like that before in her life. Iris had told her to stay there, keep the water running over her back. Aelin had listened, and listened to the stories Iris told about her son that he would have been absolutely mortified to know his mother had been diviling. But Iris had kept it up until Rowan had burst in, wide eyed and panicked just as much as Aelin was.

He didn’t show it though. Despite everything he felt, he was confident and calm and exactly the strength Aelin needed. He had held her through the whole thing, never leaving her side or wavering for one moment. And now hours later she was holding her newborn daughter in her arms.

They had named her Elspeth, and they were both unbelievable smitten. The only time Rowan had left Aelin’s side was to be with his daughter as the nurses checked her over. He hovered like the buzzard he was, probably getting in the way more than anything. But when Rowan had walked the baby back over to Aelin, tears falling unabashedly from his eyes, Aelin had never felt so complete. Elspeth whined, her body stretching a little and Aelin held her tighter as those precious eyes looked up at her. Rowan was dozing in the chair beside them, not quite asleep yet but it wouldn’t take him long. So when Aelin spoke it was a whisper.

“You couldn’t have waited a little longer, could you?” Aelin said. “We only needed one week more. But what can I say? You just had to make a dramatic entrance, just like Mummy likes to make. You’re just lucky you’re cute.”

Aelin’s words, no matter how softly spoken had woken Rowan up. “What was that, love?”

Rowan moved closer, standing up so he could look down and Aelin and their daughter, so much love radiating from the soft smile on his lips.

“Just commenting on our daughter’s dramatic entrance,” Aelin said. “I was saying she was just like her mother in that respect, but now that I think of it you’ve made your fair share of dramatic entrances too. Once in particular which we could probably attribute all this to.”

Aelin looked at Rowan, and he let out a soft laugh before he kissed her gently. “Breaking down your door was the best decision I ever made.”

Watching Rowan kiss their daughter before he so carefully gathered her to his own chest, Aelin was inclined to agree.

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Now there’s a BABY! the possibilities...

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undercoveravenger · 4 years ago

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Muses

Pairing: Reggie x Reader

Requested: Yes

Original Request: “Could I request a Reggie x male reader. Where he’s Julie's brother and after their mom’s death he picked up painting and he can see Reggie and stuff and Reggie just hangs around him and makes him laugh and stuff.”

A/N: Not going to lie, I’m not super happy with this one but it’s been sitting in my drafts for weeks so I decided I just needed to finish it and get it posted. I hope you guys like it anyway!

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The first day you met Reggie was a few days after Julie started singing again. You’d been in your room alone, staring blankly at an empty canvas. You had been meaning to work on your painting for your art class for weeks now, but you hadn’t been able to think of what to paint. Every day, you’d pull out your brushes and lay out your paints, but day after day the canvas remained just as blank as the day before.

Then one day as you were contemplating the way the colors should've been blooming over the canvas by now, a voice sounded from behind you. “Oh, a painter, huh? Man, this whole family is so talented!”

You twisted around to face the voice, eyes widening as you came face to face with a boy you’d never met. He seemed to be about your age, with dark hair that’d been slicked back out of his face and curious dark brown eyes that were fixed on you. “Who- who are you?”

His eyes widened almost comically, “You can see me?”

“Why wouldn’t I be able to?” You replied, glancing around warily, half expecting a camera crew to pop out and tell you that you’d been pranked.

The stranger blinked, clearly having anticipated not getting a response, “I, um, I’m not-” His brows furrowed as he struggled to find the words, “My name is Reggie, and I died in 1995,” he eventually forced out.

“Oh.” It was definitely a little far-fetched for your taste, but it would explain why you hadn’t heard your door open when he entered and why his clothes looked a little outdated. “Right.” Your brows furrowed as you turned your gaze back to your blank canvas, “Should I ask why a ghost is here to haunt me or should I just call Doctor Turner?”

The brunet laughed, flopping onto your bed behind you and propping his head up on his hands as he watched you, “Nah, you don’t need a therapist. We were just waiting on Julie to get home from Flynn’s and I got bored.”

You raised an eyebrow pointedly as you glanced back at him, “We?” You hesitated as the rest of his words caught up to you, “And why do you know my sister?”

Reggie brightened, “Oh! I forgot to tell you; I’m here with my band! Julie freed us from where we’d been trapped in limbo for twenty-five years!” He smirked a little, tugging at the lapels of his leather jacket and grinned up at you, “Now we’re trying to get Julie to join our band so we can still perform. She’s really talented! Your whole family is really great at what they do.” His eyes drifted past you to your empty canvas, “What’re you painting?”

You sighed as you followed his gaze, moving to sit next to him on the edge of your bed. “I don’t know.” Your eyes dropped to the paintbrush clutched in your hands and you started twisting it idly between your fingers just to give yourself something to do, “I haven’t been able to figure out what to paint since my mom-” You were unable to finish, but Reggie seemed to know what you meant.

“Right,” Reggie was quiet for a moment as he stared thoughtfully at your canvas, his brows furrowed. “How about the sky?”

You blinked, confused by the sudden suggestion. “The sky?”

“Yeah,” Reggie cheered, grinning widely, “I always used to go look at the sunset when I was feeling lost. It would remind me that no matter how big my problems seemed, they weren’t going to last forever. Maybe painting it will do the same for you.”

You made a thoughtful sound as you turned back to your canvas, fingers itching toward your palate of paints for the first time in what felt like ages. "Maybe it will…" you murmured, quickly picking up your favorite pencil and starting to sketch out an outline as the big picture started to come together in your mind.

Reggie grinned as he watched you, but eventually got to his feet and started wandering back toward the door. "Julie should be back soon so I’ve got to get to practice, but I look forward to seeing your masterpiece.”

It took you a moment to realize what he’d said and he was nearly out the door when you called after him. “Hey, Reggie?”

He turned back to face you, brows raised inquisitively, “Yeah?”

You struggled to come up with what you could say to express how thankful you really were. “Thank you,” you said eventually.

Reggie smiled brightly, tugging at the collar of his leather jacket, “Absolutely! I’m glad I could help!�� He turned away, heading for the door again.

You turned back to your painting as he made to leave, but called after him anyway. “Hey, um-” You bit your lip, wincing at the awkwardness of what you were trying to say, “If you ever want to come back and keep me company while I paint, you’re welcome to.”

It took the ghost a moment to realize what you meant, but his excitement was plain to see. “Yeah!” he cheered, eyes crinkling at the corners from how hard he was smiling at you. “Yeah, I’d love that!” He paused as realization struck him, glancing over at the door forlornly, “I really have to get going or they’re going to go looking for me, but I’ll be back later, okay?”

He waited for you to acknowledge his statement before disappearing with a wave and a flash of light. You were a little disappointed that he’d left, but you were sure that you’d beaten your artist’s block. And hey, even if you hadn’t gotten past it permanently, you knew your new muse would come back for you.

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