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cheapshrimpysheep · 5 months ago

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Yuu Needs a Hug 2

SUMMARY: What their comforting hugs are like when you're feeling sad or under the weather? And how would they behave if you started crying in their arms?

CHARACTERS: Scarabia (Kalim; Jamil); Pomefiore (Vil; Epel; Rook); Ignihyde (Idia; Ortho*) & Diasomnia (Malleus; Silver; Sebek; Lilia)

*Platonic

TAGS: Fluff; GN Reader; Comfort; Bullet Points; In a Relationship

WORD COUNT: An average of 370 words per character.

COMMENTS: When I feel a little sad and down, I often imagine these things to help me fall asleep. I thought you might like them too. 😘

(I don't know why I keep increasing the number of words as I go through the dorms.)

Yuu Needs a Hug 1 (Heartslabyul / Savanaclaw / Octavinelle)

CONTEXT: This is what they would do if they were already in a relationship with you. Except for Ortho, he's more like a cute little brother.

Of course Kalim already hugs you on a daily basis. And in public or private it is completely indifferent to him. His hugs range from casual (as if simply standing next to you wasn't an option) to loving and affectionate.

And it's more towards the latter that he tends to go for when you ask him for a hug. His arms completely wrapped around you, his cheek touching yours. His reassuring smile asking you what you need. "You can ask me for anything! You know that, right? Oh! I know! How about a carpet ride? Do you think that might help?"

Let's face it, he's not the type to cuddling with you while the two of you are lying on a couch resting (Jamil would love that, less work for him) No. He's the type to cuddling with you, yes, but lying on a flying carpet who knows how many meters from the ground. Or maybe lying in the Oasis if you show him that you're afraid of being that high without safety measures.

He will hug you like he never wants to let you go again. He will offer you fruits and other things to snack on, talk to you, etc.

If you happen to be so depressed to the point of crying, part of him will panic, but the big brother part of him will stop him from showing it so as not to worry you even more. He will hug you tighter and kiss your forehead and cheeks. “Don't worry, you can cry as much as you need. Everything will be fine in the end, you'll see.”

When your crying calms down or stops, he will take his magic pen and, with his water powers, make a rainbow appear over you. A way for him to try to make you smile again.

Jamil ONLY hugs you in private. He hates being the center of attention and/or showing his feelings in public, especially affection. BUT when he hugs you when the two of you are alone and he can finally rest, his hugs are charmingly peaceful.

He loves to lay with you, wrapping his arms restfully around you. He's always stressed, but with you, he can rest, and his cuddles show that.

He likes both having him lay on top of you with his head on your chest, letting you play with his hair, and having you lay on top of him and him being able to caress your head. He's also not at all shy about giving you kisses, quite the opposite, he likes to be himself with you, even if it means being naturally seductive.

But when you are sad, he will restrict himself to being sensitive and reassuring. He will probably prepare your favorite food or dessert to make you feel better. And, while hugging you, kiss your forehead.

If you happen to be so depressed to the point of crying, he will panic a little (as you are used to seeing when Kalim does something that puts himself at risk) You're the one who's going to have to calm him down first before he can calm you down. “*Sigh* Please don't do this to me.” he'll say with a subtle pout, which might make you smile a little too. He will hug you tighter, something that is extremely rare for him, and let you cry all you need.

When your crying calms down or stops, he'll use his magic pen to bring tissues to you, so he doesn't have to move away from you. And as you wipe your tears, he will pat your head and say: "Whatever is worrying you, I'm sure it will pass." in a reassuring, loving voice that only you know.

Vil just doesn't hug you in public because he's a public figure and he prefers not to be the target of gossip, much less involve you in it. He doesn't hide that you're in a relationship, but you know, the less people see about the two of you, the less headaches you'll have. If it weren't for this, he would have no problem showing his affection for you. So he just demonstrates it in private.

However, he is more of a kisser than a hugger. It's more characteristic of him to kiss your cheek, or hold your chin to kiss your lips, than to hug you. Which ends up making these comfort hugs even more special and exclusive.

He'll start hugging you standing up, but if you really want to sit down then he'll let you sit on his lap. This will probably wrinkle his clothes, but he knows his priorities, and you are at the top of his list right now.

Just like him, his hugs are delicate and elegant, but firm enough to convey the feeling of protection and care. One of the arms is always around your waist, while the other is always on the top of your back or on your head, to be close to your face. That way he can caress your cheeks. And he will always plant a kiss on your forehead here and there.

If you happen to be so depressed to the point of crying, you’ll probably have the reflex to move away so as not to stain his clothes, and apologize. But at that moment you will feel his hand, stopping you from moving away. “Don't be silly.” he will tell you “And honestly, it hurts me a little that you think I value my clothes, which can simply be washed, more than you.” And he will encourage you to cry on his shoulder, remaining calm and understanding.

When your crying calms down or stops, he'll get all the tissues he needs and start explaining all the steps of a facial cleansing routine for when you cry. If you ask him how he knows so much about it he will answer you with a smile: "My sweet potato, don't tell me you think I never cry."

In public, Epel likes to hug you as a way of showing off your relationship. But cute, comforting hugs? These are only for when you are alone.

This is one of those moments when you bring out his prideful side. You wanting him to be the person who comforts you when you're sad is a way of showing that you see strength and reliability in him, right? And it makes him proud of himself and happy that you can feel safe with him.

He will be extremely sweet and cute with you. He knows that this is what makes other people, especially you, more calm and comfortable.

He doesn't like hugging you standing up, especially if you're taller than him, even if it's just 1cm. But, the same, or worse, happens if he lets you sit on his lap, so it's most likely that he'll sit next to you. OR if you can and want, he prefers to lie with you with your head on his chest. If you're shorter than him, scratch everything, he'll hug you in any way.

After a while, he will probably get distracted by something else that doesn't stop the two of you from holding each other, like reading a book or studying a little.

If you happen to be so depressed to the point of crying, he'll panic a little, to the point of asking you what's going on in his dialect that you barely understand. What he needs to know most is if you're crying because of him. He'll be very relieved to know it wasn't him, and will hug you tighter.

When your crying calms down or stops, he will ask you how you are feeling and suggest that you two do something he used to do with his grandmother or his parents when he was also sad and needed to feel better.

Few things are as indifferent to Rook as showing his love for you in public as he does in private (with just a few reservations). So he will hug you whenever you ask, regardless of where you are, so be careful when and where you ask.

Despite everything, it's rare for him to kiss or hug you. It's not that he doesn't like it, quite the contrary, he likes doing these two things so exclusive and special that he ends up keeping them as a "reward" for the two of you.

But this case is an exception to his love game. After all, one of the players is injured.

His comforting hugs are full of love and care, yet gentle despite so much emotional intensity. He will gladly hug you however you wish, standing, sitting on his lap, lying under the shade of a tree or anything else, even if unusual, he will do it with pleasure.

And of course he will use his charming and flattering vocabulary to try to help with your emotional recovery.

If you happen to be so depressed to the point of crying, you will feel the surprise in his body, and he will hold your face with both hands to gently move you away from his chest and look at your face. If you try to hide your face he will say: “Oh non, trickster! Such a display of feelings is beautiful. Such a neglected and hidden beauty. Please allow me to appreciate it for a moment.” he will caress your cheeks with his thumbs “I promise this will only make me love you more and better.” and he will kiss your cheeks, also tasting the saltiness of your tears.*

He is extremely patient and will do nothing but hug and cuddle you until your crying stops completely and/or you are the one who breaks the hug when you feel better.

It's OBVIOUS that Idia doesn't hug you in public. He can barely SHOW UP in public. All your hugs, kisses, flirting, etc. are TOP SECRET!

He loves it when you sit on his lap while he is at the computer, especially when he is playing. You can sit however you want, but what he loves most is when you have your back to the computer, your chest against his, your legs behind the chair and your head lying on his shoulder. Or your chin on his shoulder while you play on your phone. The naturalness and relaxation with which he has you close to him like this is quite reassuring.

1000% chance he created a new chair with a design that both of you are comfortable in that position.

There's a good chance he'll simply respond "Same..." if you mention that you're sad or depressed. If you laugh, he might say "Hey, weren't we supposed to be sad together? Traitor! You literally just did the IRL version of sending a crying emoji while you were actually laughing behind the screen. Like, who does that? What is socially accepted is for you to pretend you are happy when you are sad.” And if this makes you laugh even harder: “Stop laughing! It's contagious! Hee hee hee.”

If you happen to be so depressed to the point where you suddenly start crying on his shoulder, he will PaNiC! He’ll immediately let go of the mouse and keyboard and hug you! “WHAT?! WHAT DID I DO?!” You'll have to calm him down first before he can "try" to calm you down.

He will completely understand, even if you don't even know why you're crying. But he won't know how to console you and he'll admit it. He will simply hug you, not tighter but more affectionately. And bury his face in your shoulder too, and whisper a muffled: "...Same...".

You'll probably laugh at the same time as you'll be frustrated with him. “It's true!” he’ll say “Why do you always laugh when I share my sadness with you?!” he says knowing it's not true “What do you mean the WAY I say it? ... Weirdo~” he says smiling.

Unfortunately Ortho cannot hug you. At least not how he would like. The flame in his chest can burn you, and the heat exhaust ports too.

The first time he saw you sad and in need of a hug, he was also sad for being unable to hug you and then he had an idea: "Let's ask my brother to make huggable gear!"

“What do you want me to do? A teddy bear gear or something?” Idia will say, but then he will realize that if he does it HE will also be able to hug Ortho. “I’m on it!”

If Idia starts working on it, but for some reason he runs out of motivation because he thinks it's boring or a useless gear, Ortho will choose one of the following 2 options: A) convince him to do it because he reeeeeally wants to hug you and his big brother. Or B) He will say that if Idia doesn't do it, whenever you are sad Ortho will force him to be the one to hug you.

"I wouldn't mind that much..." Idia whispers. "What?" Ortho asks. "NOTHING, Nothing... I’ll make the gear."

After Gear is ready, whenever you feel sad and need a hug, Ortho will be very happy. "YAY!!! HUG GEAR TIME!!!" and will take you to Ignihyde to change gear.

Your comfort hugs will end up being three-way hugs because Idia also wants to hug his little brother. And maybe after a while he'll start hugging you too?

Ortho will also suggest you play with him to cheer you up. That and he also loves playing with you. And suggest other ways to cheer someone up, which he found on the internet.

Malleus has no problem hugging you in public. He just doesn't do it because everyone who cares about him (especially Sebek) says that, in his position, it's better to keep these romantic gestures private. A way to prevent annoying gossip.

He doesn't initiate hugs, but he absolutely loves it when you ask him for them (And they are always the best solution for when he has his "tantrums") Your wish is his command. He's just sorry that he can't hug you with the same strength that he loves you. But with each passing day it seems that he gets better and better at measuring his strength for you.

He loves to hug you in anyway. Even if he has to use his magic to levitate you if you are both standing, due to the great difference in heights. But comfort hugs are special, and whenever you ask for them, he immediately stops whatever he might be doing and sits on a couch so you can sit on his lap and lay your head on his chest or shoulder.

Whatever you ask he will do. “What do you need to feel better? Would you like me to create a fireworks show? Make flowers grow and drawing your image in a garden? Order my attendants to create a show to entertain us, and a banquet? ... What? You just want my company?” he will laugh with joy, not only because you ask little of him, but because you simply want him.

All his attention will be on you. He will talk to you, suggest that you have tea together, and kiss your forehead and cheek from time to time.

If you happen to be so depressed to the point of crying, he will look at you on maximum alert! “What is wrong, my love? Did I make a mistake? Am I hurting you in some way?” He will loosen the hug out of fear that he might be hugging you too tightly without realizing it.

After you reassuring him by telling that it's not his fault that you're crying and that he's doing everything right, his questions will change to: “In that case... is it someone else's fault you're crying?” You will hear thunderstorms forming outside. “You can tell me the name. I will make sure they never disturb you again.” You will have to calm him down again and explain that it is no one's fault.

Only then will he relax a little, hug you again with care and affection and let you cry on his shoulder, while stroking your head. And he will tell you that IF one day someone hurts you, no matter how small the damage may be, you can tell him, okay?

"Or you can simply mention how close you are to Malleus Draconia and they will run away screaming for forgiveness and mercy." Lilia will say another time.

Malleus won't let go of you until he's completely and absolutely sure that you're okay again. Or not, the truth is that he likes having you like this in his arms. (Just five more minutes~)

Silver is not the type to initiate hugs because he's to oblivious for that. But he always hugs you when you ask, regardless of the reason. You may not even have a reason, you want a hug so it's a hug he delivers.

And he's also not the type to change his behavior towards you depending on whether you're in public or not. He gives you all the hugs you want anyway.

Normally what happens is that you'll ask him for a hug, he'll say "Sure, but is there a reason?" and if you answer that there is none in particular, he will simply smile (that rare smile that only those closest to him know exists) and accept your answer, opening his arms so you can hug him.

If you say you want a hug because you're feeling sad, he'll continue with his natural poker face, but anyone who knows him will know that he's worried, but calm so as not to worry you.

He will hug you any way you want. If you want the two of you to sit down so you can sit on his lap, he will do it. He might even pick you up to do it, and if you ask him why he's taking you to a bench or couch like that, he'll say something like, "Oh, I thought you wanted to sit down because you were feeling tired. Sorry." If you say it's no problem, he'll smile and continue carrying you in his arms until you both sit down.

He'll just hug you like he normally does. Despite his strong arms, he hugs you with care and affection. Having you like this in his arms puts him at ease, to the point of... zzz... where he fell asleep, with his arms without letting go of you.

But if you start crying on his shoulder, he'll sense it! He will wake up faster than any alarm could wake him up. And when he sees you crying, he will immediately ask what happened, and apologize for sleeping when you needed him.

Even if your answer is that you don't know, that will be enough for him. He will hug you again in a surprisingly sweet and delicate way, and somehow, he won't go back to sleep until you feel better. He is now on guard!

In the same way that he only hugs you when you ask, he only lets go of you when you tell him to let you go. If you tell him he "can" stop hugging you, he won't do it until you are absolutely sure that that is what you want.

If Sebek is dating you it's because he adores you as much as he adores Malleus and Lilia. In a different way of course, but if he got to the point of becoming your boyfriend it's because he went through the phase of seeing you as an "inferior human" and somehow you turned a switch in his head that made him start to adore you.

There are times when he still treats you the way he did before, but when you need him, like when you're sad and need a hug, he becomes your servant (practically).

He will treat you like royalty in much the same way he treats Malleus. The difference is that he sees you as someone "weaker" who is incapable of changing the fact that you need his protection and so he ends up being more caring.

He doesn't initiate hugs even if he wants to. First he will flatter you until you want a hug from him, even if it is just to thank you for your compliments. Basically, he only hugs you after you give him your consent.

Just as he has no shame in showing the respect and adoration he has for Malleus and Lilia, he also has no problem showing affection for you in public if you so desire. But there are still certain things he prefers to do when it's just the two of you, like these comforting hugs. He also lets you sit on his lap if you want, but it will take him a long time to get used to it.

Since he has always dedicated himself to his training as a soldier and guard, he is not very good at hugging. You will always feel that he is a little tense due to his lack of experience and you will have to be the one to relax him if you want better hugs.

Even if you suggest that he read a book while you're hugging on the couch, he'll decline it. If you're so sad that you, don't want, but need a hug, it's because you need him, and if you need him, he'll automatically enter his guard mode, which means all his attention will be on you.

If you happen to be so depressed to the point of crying, what was once the closest thing to a relaxed hug becomes tense again, and he will panic in his own way, controlling himself so as not to accidentally raise his voice. “What happened?! Is there something wrong?! Did I do something wrong!?” You'll have to calm him before he can calm you... or at least try.

If you say that you don't know why you're crying or don't have a specific reason, he'll sigh in frustration and say: “You can't just start crying out of nowhere! I mean... you can, but... I wasn't trained for this. I don't know what to do.” You explain to him that you don't need anything special, just him, but this may take longer than a simple explanation.

He will guard you in his arms until you are both absolutely sure that you are feeling better.

Of course Lilia already hugs you in public on a daily basis, out of nowhere, and often he is the one initiating the hugs, knowing of course that you also want to receive them.

And of course he knows very well how to give comforting hugs. After all, he’s a loving single father.

Many times you don't even need to ask, he will simply look at your face or posture and offer it. “Aw~ You are not using your usual smile. Are you feeling well?” and even if you barely answer he will understand “No? Does my little thorny flower need a hug~?”

But if you're the one asking for the hug, his eyes will widen in surprise and then he'll break into a huge smile. “Awwww~ But of course I'll give you all the hugs you want! Khe he he. You really can surpass me in cuteness sometimes. How could I say no to you~?”

Even though he likes to give you hugs in public, he knows that these types of hugs are better in private, so you feel more comfortable too.

He gives one of the best if not the best hugs. They are firmly affectionate. At the same time that you feel his arms comfortably wrapping around you with a light loving grip, you also feel that they are strong enough to protect you from anything.

He's more of a hugger than a kisser. At most, he can give you light kisses on the cheek from time to time.

If you happen to be so depressed to the point of crying, he won't panic at all. He will simply and calmly look at you, tilt your head up by placing his fingers on your chin and ask: “Aw~ What's wrong, my thorny flower?” as he wipes away one of your tears with his thumb. “Is this moment too cute to handle? Khe he.”

Regardless of your answer, he will say with a reassuring smile: “It's okay. You can cry on my shoulder all you need. As long as I can glimpse your wonderful smile again.”

After you feel better, he will suggest cooking one of your favorite dishes or desserts to make you feel better. SAVE YOURSELF!

*Don't look at me like that. We all know Rook is weird. I'm just trying to be true to the character.

If you would like to read more from me, you can find it in my pinned post: INDEX

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wildwestdean · 1 year ago

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transposition

summary: a spell goes wrong and ends up with you and sam switching bodies. neither of you tell dean, which ends up being the greatest decision you ever made

pairing: dean winchester x witch!reader; best friend!sam winchester x witch!reader (platonic, obvs)

word count: 6.3k+

warnings: swearing, mentions of magic use, misunderstandings, miscommunication, angst, secrets, accidental love confessions, awkward idiots, mutual pining, friends to lovers, fluff, cliches, minor use of [y/n], (female pronouns/descriptors used)

“I can’t believe we’re doing this,” Sam grunted under his breath, continuing to powder the contents of your mortar with more force than necessary. “If Dean finds out about this-”

“Dean asked me to do this,” you defended, eyes skimming over the page in front of you before looking up at him. “Okay, maybe not verbatim, but he asked!” you added upon seeing the look on Sam’s face.

“Oh, yeah. Yeah, I’m sure he did,” he replied sarcastically, slamming the pestle down with enough force to make you flinch.

“Would you be fucking careful!” you hissed, glaring at him. “That thing isn’t indestructible and it’s important to me, it was a gift-”

“From Dean,” he finished for you. “I know. Sorry,” he added, and even though his tone was sincere, you just knew he rolled his eyes anyway; and you chucked the closest thing you could grab at his back in retaliation.

“Dick,” you muttered, going back to reading the passage before you.

It wasn’t often that you used your powers - more so when it came down to a last resort option - and when Dean first discovered that you had magic, it wasn’t intentional. The two of you were on a hunt together, and it was - of course - not going to plan. You were on the brink of consciousness, having no choice but to watch defenselessly as Dean became outnumbered by Vamps. The spell came out of nowhere, nothing more than a primal instinct to protect him, and before anyone knew what was happening, the two of you were left alone with nothing but piles of ash where the monsters once stood. Dean first thought that Rowena had somehow stumbled upon them to save the day once more, though once he realized the spell came from you, he damn near lost his mind. You would have rather he yelled at you, smashed things around, anything compared to what he did. Once he made sure you were okay and had you checked out, he simply acted as if you didn’t exist; you were completely frozen out of his life. He never needed to say anything, you could see it in his eyes every time he glanced at you: How could you be a witch? He hated witches, and you knew that- it’s half the reason you never told him in the first place. He only started coming around with Sam’s convincing- and even then, it took an incredibly long time for him to trust you again. Then, one day, he came to realize that no matter what happened, he could never hate you. So, he came to you with an open mind and a peace offering- the exact mortar and pestle you had once told Sam that you wanted, because it reminded you of your mother’s- and the two of you worked on putting the pieces of your friendship back together.

“Ass,” Sam retorted, turning and walking over to you with the freshly crushed ingredients.

“You know,” you started, taking it from his hands. “You can’t really be against this all that much, otherwise you wouldn’t be here helping.”

“I’m only here so you don’t get yourself killed.”

“Oh, come on,” you urged with a chuckle. “You love doing this, and you know it.”

He gave you a sarcastic smile before taking the book from you. “Let’s just get this over with.”

“Fine,” you huffed, snatching the book right back.

With one final glare at each other, you started the spell. Everything was going well… until it wasn’t.

You aren’t exactly sure where it went wrong. You don’t know if it was the ingredients, the way you said the spell, or just a mixture of everything, but before you even knew what was happening the bowl before you exploded in a cloud of yellow and sent both you and Sam flying.

“Oh, god,” you groaned, holding a hand to your head as your ears rang. “What the fuck?” you wondered aloud, feeling strange beyond comprehension.

“What the hell happened?” Sam croaked out.

“I don’t know,” you admitted quietly. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” he said through a fit of coughs. “You?”

“I don’t know. Something feels wrong,” you declared, sitting up. It was at that exact moment you realized why you felt so different. “Sam?” you asked meekly.

“Yeah?” he questioned, sitting up. “Wait-”

“I’m-” you began, unable to finish as you stared at your hands; were they even your hands?

“You’re….” Sam tried, staring at you then down at his body; your body?

“You’re me!” you exclaimed, gesturing between the two of you.

“You’re me!” he echoed, scrambling to stand.

You followed suit, using the wall behind you to help you stand. “God, how do you live like this?”

“Me? What about you? I won’t even be able to reach the upper cabinets in the kitchen!” he countered, flailing his arms around.

“At least you’ll be able to fit on your bed! My feet are gonna dangle!” you huffed, folding your arms over yourself.

“You need to fix this,” Sam declared, stepping towards you. You couldn’t help but take a few steps away- this was way too weird. You’ve seen shifters take your image before, but this was actually you. Only it wasn’t you. You felt like your head was about to explode.

“Gee, you think, Sam?” you snapped, narrowing your eyes at him. “I thought we’d just stay like this forever!”

He opened his mouth to reply, but was interrupted by the door swinging open. You both flinched, turning to see Dean peering into the room.

“What the fuck’s with all the yelling?” he asked, glancing around. “The hell is going on?”

“I- uh-” you tried to answer, but nothing came to mind.

“Just, uh…. experimenting,” Sam supplied, and you sent him a glare.

“Experimenting?” Dean repeated, raising his eyebrows at you- or rather, at whom he thought was you.

“Yeah,” Sam said with a shrug, not sure what else to say. The two of you shared a look, silently agreeing not to breathe a word of what was really going on.

Dean’s face softened, and he sighed. “Don’t tell me you’re actually doing that spell. Sweetheart, we can get by without it.”

“We don’t-” you started to argue, before Sam interrupted you with a clearing of his throat.

Right. Dean wasn’t exactly talking to you right now.

“Thought it was a good opportunity to practice,” Sam replied, sounding more like he was asking than telling.

“Right,” Dean said, eyeing your body wearily.

Oh, god. He was gonna pick up on something being wrong, it was only a matter of time.

“You can leave any time now,” you spoke up, more irritated than you meant to sound, but you were severely on edge.

Dean turned to you with a look of surprise. “‘Scuse me?”

“I just- you know, we’re in the middle of something,” you continued, doing your best to stand your ground.

“Yeah, I can see that,” he quipped, taking a step towards you. “What the hell were you thinking? Why are you letting her mess around with this stuff? Better yet, why are you helping her mess around with this stuff?”

“It’s just a simple spell,” you argued, your head swirling with the fact that you were looking down on him, instead of being dwarfed by his frame like you normally would be.

“A simple spell?” he repeated, fury and irritation dancing in his eyes. “Do you even hear yourself right now?”

“Last I checked we could make our own decisions, Dean!” you exclaimed, glaring at him.

“Sure,” he placated with a nod. “So long as they’re not stupid ass decisions!”

“Can we go ten minutes in this place without a fight happening?” Sam pitched in, already exasperated with the situation.

“Yeah, sure,” Dean grumbled, glaring at you. “Food’s ready.”

“We’ll be there in a few minutes,” Sam announced, earning a glare from you in return.

“Don’t you think we should finish-” you tried to ask, but were quickly cut off by Dean.

“No, you guys are done in here,” he declared, shaking his head. “Let’s go.”

“Dean-” you tried once more, only to be cut off again.

“Sam,” Dean warned. “I’m not kidding. Whatever you two were doing, it’s done.”

“Fine. We’ll be out in a few minutes,” you relented, resisting the urge to roll your eyes. “We need to clean up!” you added upon seeing the look on Dean’s face.

“Five minutes,” Dean agreed pointedly. “Or I swear, I’ll drag both your asses out of this room.”

“Yeah, five minutes, got it,” you huffed, watching him as he hesitantly left the room.

You waited a few moments before hastily making your way over and all but slamming the door, turning to look at Sam with wide eyes.

“We are so screwed,” he declared, matching your expression.

“What are we supposed to do? He’s gonna figure out something’s wrong!” you exclaimed, slumping against the door behind you.

“We just…. I don’t know, pretend?” Sam suggested with a shrug.

“Pretend?” you repeated incredulously. “Sam, this is insane! We can’t just pretend to be each other!”

“It’s not like I meant permanently!” he defended, holding out his hands in surrender. “But until we can find a way to fix this, we have to at least play the part in front of Dean.”

“Fine,” you agreed with a huff. “But I am not going on your crack of dawn jogs.”

“Oh, come on-” he started to argue, though quickly stopped when met with your glare. “Yeah, okay, that- that’s fine.”

“Great. Now let’s go before Dean gets even more pissy,” you declared, opening the door with a flourish.

With a quick nod, he followed you down the hall, the two of you lowly bickering about the situation all the way to the kitchen.

“I feel like a baby giraffe with this fucking body.”

“You look like a baby giraffe, do you not know how to walk?”

“Yeah, I know how to walk! I know how to walk with normal legs!”

“Normal? You’re short enough to get in anywhere with a child’s pass!”

“Keep up with the attitude, Sam. Maybe I’ll go have a really nice salon visit and cut all this hair!”

“Fine, then maybe I’ll call up that guy from your ‘worst date ever’ and ask to catch up!”

“Fine by me. You’ll be the one he’ll be groping and hitting on the whole time.”

“Yeah- well-... look, just don’t cut my hair!”

“What are you two all hush hush about?” Dean asked curiously, eyeing you both as you entered the kitchen.

“Nothing,” you both quickly replied, taking a seat at the table.

Dean stared at you both for a moment before nodding curtly. “If you say so.”

Choosing not to reply, you both quietly watched as he joined the table, taking his regular seat next to you. Which, of course, meant he was currently next to Sam, and you watched in amusement as he shifted nervously while Dean got too close for his comfort.

Attempting to stifle a laugh, you took a bite of the burger that was placed in front of you, only to grimace in response. “What is this?” you asked through a mouthful, meeting Dean’s confused gaze.

“It’s… the same veggie burger you force me to make you every time I make burgers?” he replied, looking at you as though you lost your head.

Fucking Sam, you thought bitterly. “Oh, right. Right, it just- it tastes different, I don’t know,” you stammered, sparing a quick glance across at Sam as you hurriedly took another bite.

“You two are weirder than usual tonight,” Dean muttered to himself before eating his own food.

The three of you ate in stifling silence, you and Sam both internally trying to find a way out of this mess, before Dean spoke up again and pulled you from your revere.

“[Y/N], do you want just the usual from the store? I was gonna make a run before our movie night,” he said, turning to look beside him with a soft grin.

You felt your stomach drop as Sam cleared his throat, looking between you and Dean for a moment. “Movie night?”

“Yeah,” Dean said, his eyebrows furrowing in even more confusion. “Like we have every Friday?”

“Oh, right!” Sam exclaimed, chuckling nervously. “I didn’t realize what day it is, I, uh- I’m actually not… feeling too hot, do you mind if we skip it tonight?”

“You wanna skip it?” Dean asked quietly, making your heart shatter as you watched the hurt and disappointment flash across his face.

After the two of you made up from your falling out, you started a tradition of spending extra quality time together at least once a week. This resulted in having a movie night every Friday, no matter what. Whether that meant catching a random movie on a motel tv or settling into the Dean Cave, you both always found a way to make it. Knowing you had no choice but to skip out this time almost made you want to tell him what happened right then and there; but you didn’t.

“Yeah, I just… I think it’s best if I just head to bed, you know? I’d hate for it to get worse,” Sam said sheepishly, playing with the glass in front of him as he met Dean’s gaze halfheartedly.

You were glad that if you had to mistakenly swap bodies with someone, it was Sam. Given that he became your best friend from just about the moment you met, he had your behaviour down pat; you just hoped you could do the same and make this all a little easier.

“Well what do you mean, what’s wrong?” Dean asked worriedly.

“I’m just feeling run down is all,” Sam said, shrugging lightly as he stood up, taking his dishes to the sink. “Maybe we can watch something tomorrow,” he added, turning back to Dean with a shy smile.

“Yeah. Yeah, sure,” Dean agreed softly, averting his gaze to the beer in his hands. “Don’t worry about it, just get some rest.”

“Sure. Uh, goodnight, guys,” Sam replied awkwardly, shooting you a pointed look before leaving.

You stayed in uncomfortable silence for a moment, studying Dean as he pouted at his bottle.

“You alright?” you asked tentatively.

“Yeah, just… first time she’s bailed on me,” he replied indifferently, downing the rest of his beer before heading to get another one.

“She didn’t bail on you,” you argued firmly. “It’s not like she chose to go bar hopping or something, she’s sick.”

“Didn’t seem so sick when she was huddled up with you,” Dean said curtly, leaning against the counter as he sent you a cold stare.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” you asked confusedly, shifting in your seat to look at him better.

He remained silent, lips pursed as he studied you for what felt like hours, before he finally shrugged. “Doesn’t mean anything.”

“Then why say it?” you asked in irritation.

He remained silent once more, simply raising the beer bottle to his lips and taking a long sip before standing upright. “Night, Sammy.”

“Dean-” you tried to press, but he only ignored you as he continued across the floor, leaving the kitchen without saying another word.

You sighed in exasperation, quickly cleaning everything up before heading to your room, catching almost no sleep as you dove deep into researching for a reversal to your mistake.

“You need to shave,” Sam said, staring at you from across the table.

“What?” you asked, caught off guard by the declaration.

“Your beard - my beard. You need to shave it,” he clarified. “It’s been over a week.”

“And?” you asked, arching an eyebrow at him. “I doubt you’re taking care of all my housekeeping.”

“That’s because I’m doing everything possible to not look at you! Like you asked!” he hissed in return.

You rolled your eyes in response, returning your attention to the book in front of you. “I have more important things on my mind than shaving your stupid facial hair - which looks fine, by the way.”

Sam huffed, shifting in his seat. “Yeah, well you can at least take five minutes for me!”

“I don’t even know how to shave a beard, Sam!” you argued, closing the book in exasperation.

“Then just let me shave it for you!” he begged, leaning over the table. “I’m serious, [Y/N], you can’t just leave me all unkempt.”

You met his gaze and sighed softly. “Damn, you can even pull off the puppy dog eyes with my face. That’s a talent, Sammy.”

He couldn’t help but laugh, for what felt like the first time since this whole thing happened. “You can do it better than I can,” he chuckled. “At least when it comes to Dean,” he added with a smirk.

“What does that mean?” you asked curiously.

“Nothing,” he said, shrugging dismissively. “C’mon, let’s get you- me- whatever, all taken care of before Dean gets back with dinner.”

“Fine,” you begrudgingly agreed, getting up to follow him.

Before you knew it, you were standing in front of him as he sat on the bathroom counter, because: “How else are we supposed to do this? These arms aren’t gonna reach that face comfortably without some help.”

You fell into a comfortable silence as he did what he needed to do, the only words spoken being his occasional nagging for you to quit moving, as you were both lost in your own thoughts about the last few days.

“I’m really sorry, Sammy,” you said suddenly. You weren’t sure whether your voice was so quiet due to the shame you felt, or for the fear of breaking the silence that surrounded you.

“It’s not your fault,” he said simply, reflexively.

You sighed, gently shaking your head; which earned another scolding glare from him as he steadied you. “It’s entirely my fault. I fucked up big time, and we both know it.”

“Look, it was an accident,” he urged, wiping away the remnants of the shave one last time. “Assigning blame isn’t going to change anything.”

“Why aren’t you mad at me? You should be furious! I practically ruined your life,” you pressed on frantically.

“Okay, that’s being dramatic,” he chided. “Yeah, this isn't an ideal situation. Though weirdly, it’s also not the weirdest situation I’ve been in. And you know what? It’s not even the first time I’ve been in this situation! Remember when that kid switched bodies with me? Trust me, you’re a much better person to be switched with.”

“Yeah, I remember,” you said, chuckling softly. “Still, I’m really sorry.”

“I know you are,” he said softly. “I also know you’ll find a way to fix this.”

“You really believe that?” you asked hesitantly.

“Yeah,” he said with a nod. “‘Cause it’s you, and I’ll always have faith in you. You didn’t mean for this to happen, [Y/N]. It’s okay.”

“No, it-” you started to argue, but he cut you off.

“Stop,” he urged softly. “I’m not mad at you, okay? Maybe I was at first, but I’m not anymore.”

“Promise?” you asked meekly.

“I promise,” he said firmly.

“Okay,” you relented, not fully believing him but not wanting to push the topic any further.

“Okay,” he repeated, gently wiping away one of your stray tears.

“Maybe we should just tell Dean,” you suggested hesitantly.

“Tell me what?” Dean’s voice suddenly cut through the room.

The two of you jumped, and you moved away from the counter as calmly as you could, knowing how the predicament you were in must look to him.

You turned to the doorway and came face to face with Dean staring intently at the two of you, his mind working into an overdrive as he tried to make sense of the scene he just walked in on.

“Dean, I- when did you get back?” you asked nervously.

“Tell me what?” he asked again, ignoring your question.

You and Sam were both at a loss. You spent so much time trying to figure this whole thing out, yet neither of you thought to come up with some kind of story should you be cornered like this.

“[Y/N]?” Dean asked softly, looking over to where he thought you sat on the counter.

The look of hurt and confusion that flashed over his face and the waver in his voice all but sent a fresh wave of tears washing over you.

Dean waited impatiently a few moments before shaking his head with a scoff. “Whatever, food’s in the kitchen.”

Before anyone could say anything else, he turned on his heel and left, leaving you and Sam stunned in his wake.

The dynamic between the three of you began shifting even more ever since that night, and you could feel Dean slipping further and further away from you with each passing day.

You noticed it every time Dean would catch you and Sam huddled up and whispering low; when he would stand and stare before leaving with a quiet grumble of forgetting why he was there.

You noticed it when he started spending more time in his room or tinkering with Baby in the garage; finding any and every excuse possible to spend time outside of the bunker and away from you and Sam.

You and Sam tried to ignore it, promised yourselves that you’d explain everything once you managed to set things right - or, if you discovered you were over your heads and couldn’t fix everything.

The thing you hated most about this whole thing was that it was becoming easier and easier to lie to Dean; and the worst part about that was not knowing whether you and Sam really became more convincing, or if Dean just didn’t care enough to question you anymore.

Which is exactly why you found yourself sitting in the war room, waiting for Dean to make his way through to the kitchen, in order to try and talk things out.

You weren’t expecting him to appear with one duffle bag over his shoulder and another by his side - and he wasn’t expecting to see you, either.

“Didn’t think you’d be up,” he declared after a moment of hesitation, continuing on his path to the stairs.

“Where the hell are you going?” you asked hotly, standing from your seat.

Dean sighed, throwing his head back in frustration as he considered his response. “Donna’s cabin.”

“What? Why?” you asked, eyebrows drawing together with confusion.

“I can’t do it anymore,” he said tiredly. “I just can’t, okay?”

“Do what?” you asked wearily, taking a tentative step towards him. “What are you talking about, Dean?” you pressed, feeling your chest tighten with the rising nerves and fear.

“Don’t do that,” he demanded, shaking his head. “Don’t play coy. You think I don’t know what’s been going on around here?”

“What-... what’s been going on?” you asked curiously. “The hell are you talking about?”

You weren’t sure if or when he figured out what happened, and you also weren’t sure why it would make him feel the need to leave.

“I’m talking about you and [Y/N]!” he shouted, throwing his bags down and stepping towards you.

“Me and [Y/N]?” you wondered, taking a nervous step backwards.

“I’m not an idiot, okay?” he spat, his jaw ticking. “You think I haven’t noticed? Think I couldn’t figure it out?”

“Okay, look,” you began, holding out your hands defensively. “I can explain.”

Dean let out a humourless laugh, running a hand over his mouth before glaring at you once more. “Explain,” he echoed with a chuckle of disbelief. “Don’t waste your breath.”

“Why are you so pissed off about this?” you asked in bewilderment. “I mean, I know we kept it from you, but we figure it’d be easier for you.”

“Easier for me?” he repeated, voice raising. “What about this entire situation makes you think it’d be easy for me?”

“Well because it-... I mean it doesn’t really affect you, Dean,” you replied, unsure of your own words.

“It doesn’t affect me?” he repeated with perplexion. “Of course it affects me! You know how I feel about her!” he exclaimed, taking yet another step forward.

“What?” you questioned, thrown off by his response.

“Don’t “what” me,” he snapped. “I want to be happy for you, Sammy. I really do, but I just-... I don’t think I ever can be.”

“Okay, I-... I am so lost,” you admitted.

“You stole my girl, Sam!” Dean all but screamed. “You know that I love her. You know I was gonna tell her, and you know how much I want to spend whatever’s left of my god forsaken life with her! You swore you didn’t feel that way about her. You- I mean how to hell could you do this to me, Sammy? I can’t even stand to look at you anymore.”

You remained silent, staring at him in shock and confusion for what felt like hours. Your mouth opened and closed a few times as you tried to formulate a response, but all that came out was a broken whisper of his name.

“Don’t sweat it, Sammy. Not like I can blame you for falling for her, right? I mean hey, I sure did,” he sassed, smiling sarcastically. “Not surprised she chose you, either. She deserves someone better than me. But I’m not sticking around anymore to see it first hand.”

You watched in stunned silence as he turned to gather his bags, trying and failing to think of anything to say. What the hell were you supposed to do? The man of your dreams just admitted he felt the exact same way, and you were trapped in his brother's body. Even if you told him the truth right now, would he even believe you?

“Do me one favour, though,” Dean said from the foot of the stairs, effectively pulling you from your thoughts. “Don’t tell [Y/N]. Don’t tell her anything. I’ll think of something to tell her during the drive and call her tomorrow.”

“Dean-” you finally began to protest, only to go unheard by him as he started up the steps.

“Later, Sammy,” he announced with finality, disappearing out of the bunker.

“You have got to be kidding me. I mean honestly woman, how stupid can you be?” Rowena’s voice rang through the war room as she made her arrival known to you and Sam.

“Did you not get in enough insults over the phone?” you asked in exasperation, not bothering to move from your spot in the library as you watched her approach.

“I don’t think there are enough insults for this situation, dear,” she said sweetly, smiling innocently.

“Either be helpful or leave, Rowena,” you replied solemnly.

It had been three days since Dean left, and over two weeks since the whole debacle happened. You had never been more determined to find a solution, nor had you ever felt more defeated.

“Alright, fine. No need to be cranky,” Rowena tsked, taking a seat across from you. “Go on, then. Walk me through everything.”

“Fine,” you sighed, steadying yourself before recounting the situation.

“Let me get this straight,” Rowena declared, holding a hand up. “You actually let him leave? After what he said?”

“Is that seriously your only take away from this?” you asked angrily, glaring at her.

“It’s not my only take away, but it’s certainly a big one,” she said calmly, accompanied by a half shrug. “This is the spell you used?” she asked, looking over the book you gave her during your explanation.

“Yeah, that’s the one,” you confirmed sheepishly.

“Well, don’t you worry. We’ll have you and Samuel right as rain in no time, dear,” she comforted, eyes never leaving the pages in front of her.

It took another four days, but ‘No time’ finally came. You were practically itching to get this all over and done with as the three of you finished setting everything up. You didn’t even care about being in your own skin again, all you cared about at this point was getting Dean back in your life. He did everything possible to avoid talking to you or Sam each time either of you tried contacting him, and you were missing him more and more with each passing hour.

“That should do it,” Rowena declared, snapping you back to attention. “You know what you need to do?”

“Yes,” you said quickly, urging her out of the room; the last thing you needed was for her to be around and have the spell go wrong again, resulting in all three of you being scrambled around.

“Don’t rush it!” she cautioned. “I know you want him back, but you need to take this slowly. You can’t afford another screw up!”

Her statement made you pause, and you knew she was right. “Go slow, I got it,” you confirmed, shutting her out of the room.

“Ready?” Sam asked, looking at you eagerly; albeit nervous beyond belief.

“More than ever,” you declared, taking your place at the altar.

You began the spell, doing everything slowly and precisely so there was no room for error. Once you had finished, however, nothing had happened. You were just about ready to scream with all the emotions boiling inside of you when suddenly the bowl before you exploded in a cloud of yellow, sending both you and Sam flying.

“Oh, god,” you groaned, holding a hand to your head as your ears rang. “This again?” you wondered aloud.

“Did it even work?” Sam croaked out.

“I don’t know,” you admitted quietly. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” he said through a fit of coughs. “You?”

“I think so,” you declared, sitting up. It was at that exact moment you realized what happened. “Sam?” you asked breathlessly.

“Yeah?” he questioned, sitting up himself. “Wait-”

“I’m-” you began, unable to finish as you stared at your hands; your own hands.

“You’re….” Sam tried, staring at you then down at his body; his very own body.

“You’re you!” you exclaimed in glee, pointing at him.

“You’re you!” he echoed, scrambling to stand.

You followed suit, taking a moment to steady yourself on your own feet. “I need to go,” you announced, not giving him time to reply before you ran out of the room.

“You’re welcome!” Rowena called after you, watching you run by.

“Thank you!” you called back absently, hurrying out to your car.

The drive took longer than ever before; at least, it felt like it did. You spent the whole time trying to think of what to say, of how to explain, but nothing seemed right. Nothing seemed like enough. All you could hope for was that everything would magically come to you once you stood before him.

If he ever decided to open the goddamn door.

“Dammit, Dean! Open the fucking door before I break it down!” you yelled, banging your hand against the wood for the upteenth time.

You opened your mouth to yell once more, but before you could even make a sound a voice boomed out from behind you. “What are you doing here?”

You turned with a start, coming face to face with Dean as he stood at the bottom of the steps. “I came to talk to you,” you said simply, taking a few steps forward.

He quickly averted his gaze, focusing on wiping the grease from his hands with the rag he held. “Coulda just called,” he countered gruffly.

“Why?” you asked, laughing dryly. “You’d just ignore my calls.”

He stilled his ministrations for a moment before shrugging, glancing back up at you. “Maybe ‘cause we got nothing to talk about.”

“Dean-” you tried to argue, though you stopped short when he rolled his eyes and turned away from you.

“Look, I know all about you and Sam, okay?” he huffed, storming across the drive and to where Baby was parked, hood still open for Dean to continue working on her.

“Oh, for god’s sake, Dean. There is no me and Sam!” you exclaimed with a groan, quickly following behind him.

“Whatever you say, sweetheart,” he placated, picking up his previously abandoned ratchet.

“Just listen to me,” you pleaded, watching his face scrunch with a mix of frustration and concentration as he dove back into his work.

“You don’t need to explain,” he said distractedly. “I get it. He’s good for you. I just-... you didn’t need to hide it, [Y/N/N]. I thought we were closer than that.”

“We are! That’s not what we were hiding, just let me explain!” you said desperately, stepping closer to him.

“You can quit the act, okay?” he snapped, stopping what he was doing as he stood up, finally turning to look at you. “I have eyes, I saw what-”

“Sam and I fucking switched bodies!” you yelled over him, effectively rendering him speechless. “Alright? When you walked in on us doing that spell the other week… it went wrong, Dean. Sam and I, we just-... we switched!”

“You… switched bodies?” he asked slowly, scepticism starting to present itself on his face as he processed what you said.

“Yes,” you confirmed softly. ”I was Sam, Sam was me.”

He nodded, shifting uncomfortably as he anxiously tapped his fingers on Baby’s exterior. “Well, isn’t that just a great story,” he muttered, leaning under the hood once more.

“It’s not a story,” you argued desperately. “It’s what happened.”

“Then why not tell me?” he challenged, not missing a beat.

“Because,” you began lamely. “You always have so much on your plate, Dean. We didn’t want to shove this stupid thing on you and add to your worries.”

“So you lied to me for my own good?” he asked harshly, gaze not straying from his hands as he worked.

“We didn’t lie, we just-”

“Avoided the truth,” he finished for you. “Same thing, if you ask me.”

“We thought it was for the best,” you admitted quietly.

“Oh, yeah,” he agreed sarcastically, throwing his tools down. “Sneaking around, icing me out. Definitely for my best interest, huh?”

“Dean, please,” you pleaded. “I didn’t come here to fight with you.”

“Then why did you come, [Y/N]?” he shouted, shutting Baby’s hood. “What did you think was gonna happen here?”

“Well, I thought-... I just-... I wanted to clear the air,” you stammered. “I wanted to explain.”

“Well, you explained,” he muttered, busying himself with tidying his mess.

You watched him silently for a few moments, trying to think of your next move. You decided to ask the question that’s been on your mind since he left: “Were you really planning on actually telling me one day?”

He let out an irritated sigh, picking up his belongings and moving around to the trunk. “What are you talking about?”

“Were you really gonna tell me?” you repeated, quickly taking a few steps to meet him at the trunk.

“Tell you what?” he huffed, irritation oozing off of him as he slammed the toolbox down.

“How you feel!” you blurted out, taking yet another step towards him.

“The hell are you talking about?” he questioned, feigning cluelessness. Though the way his body stiffened as he idly messed with the stuff in the trunk betrayed him; he knew what you meant.

“You know exactly what I’m talking about,” you replied softly. “Were you?”

“I don’t know!” he huffed, shutting the trunk. “Maybe,” he added, walking away from you once more.

“You said-”

“I know what I said!” he interrupted, clearly irritated. “Can we not relive it? I don’t want to talk about this.”

“Well I do!” you argued, exasperated. “Why the fuck else do you think I’m here, Dean?”

“To clear the air,” he sneered, repeating your earlier words as he made his way back to the cabin.

“To tell you I love you!” you shouted after him, stopping him in his tracks. “I didn’t choose Sam. How can I choose him when I’ve loved you for years? How can I choose him when my entire world stopped spinning the day you shut me out of your life all those years ago? How can I choose him when I didn’t feel like I could breathe until you finally spoke to me again? How can I choose him, when having to watch you walk away the other day was the most terrifying thing I had to do, because I didn’t know if I’d ever get you back this time? You can put us in any timeline, in any universe, or in any realm, and I will always choose you. I love you.”

You were met with silence for entirely too long, and you watched the unsteady rise and fall of his shoulders as he kept his back to you, standing tense as ever with his head down low.

“Will you just look at me, please?” you pleaded shakily.

As soon as the words left your mouth he spun on his heel and marched towards you, closing the distance between you two in seconds. He grabbed your face in his hands, letting a moment of hesitation pass by before crashing his lips against yours. It was harsh yet delicate, slow but needy. It was gentle and all consuming. His hands strayed from your face, one sweeping to the back of your head to hold you steady while the other slipped to your waist and pulled you close. Your hands found themselves gliding up his arms, resting on the base of his neck for a moment before settling on his cheeks.

When the two of you finally pulled away to catch your breath, it seemed like neither of you wanted to go too far; foreheads pressed together and noses brushing as you both giggled quietly, shy smiles on your swollen lips.

You stood like that for a few minutes, basking in each other's presence in ways you never could before, until your gentle whisper cut through the silence: “Please come home, Dean.”

“My sweet girl,” he said quietly, planting a delicate kiss to your forehead before completely wrapping you up in his arms, holding you closer than ever. “I am home.”

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blackbirdsblackberries · 6 months ago

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What about reader x yandere bat family (platonic) but reader gave up on the family super fast like damian joined the family attacked the reader with the sword reader got hurt next time damian tried it he got throwen into a wall by reader with reader saying that is it I am leaving this shit family and sure jason might be bat mans greatest failure am I (reader) bruce waynes greatest failure!!!

Ahhh! I love this, I would honestly do the same as well! Like you neglect me then don't discipline your newest addition when he attacks me??

It has been six months since you left the manor, what did they expect? Honestly you were only waiting until you turned legal age to move out. Though you wouldn't lie and say you were still clinging onto the hope that they'll love you.

You've left your angst behind, what good is hating someone who doesn't remember you exist? You've made peace with it, you know you're loved by friends and the people who truly matter.

Saying that, it is befuddling when you hear a knock on the door at two in the morning and it's Red Hood there with take-out from Batburger. You aren't surprised or concerned they found your address, they're world's greatest detectives for a reason after all. If anything you're confused as to why one of them pays a visit.

Red Hood had taken your silence upon opening the door as a welcome and limps slightly into your apartment and collapses on the worn down couch. All while you stand at the open door, flabbergasted. Whether it's at the nerve of him to invite himself in or at the fact he's hear, injured, in costume and has take-away like it's an average night you can't decide.

You settle with both.

You hear him grunt and you quickly close the door and walk over to him, eyes narrowed. He looks at you, judgmentally. His helmet thrown into a corner of the room and a burger in his hands. Some of the sauce drips onto the couch and he swipes it up with his hand.

"You look like shit." Is all he says and you have to refrain yourself from punching him. If anything he looks like shit! You just woke up!

"What are you doing here." You ask, you weren't going to get into a petty argument over a comment from a stranger you once knew.

"Takin' ya back to the manor, duh." He says as if it was obvious and he takes another bite of his burger. You blank, what does he mean by that? Is he serious? Does he actually believe you want to go? Maybe he has amnesia and thought you two got along and you didn't blow up at the family and slap Tim? Either way you can't let him continue thinking like that.

"No. The fuck is wrong with you? Why would I go to a stranger's place?" The last part causes Jason to snap his head to you, his eyes narrowing.

"Strangers? We're you're family." You scoff at that, how much head trauma does he have? "Absolutely not. Do you not remember the whole blow up I had a couple months ago?"

"Mistakes happen."

... What? Mistakes happen? It wasn't a mistake! It doesn't matter how he meant it. Neglecting someone for most of their life isn't a mistake. That person then blowing up and leaving because they were mistreated isn't a mistake.

"Excuse me? Mistakes happen? Fucking get out of my apartment!" Okay, you lied earlier, you're still in your teenage angst phase - though it's definitely justified.

Jason sighs as if he's talking to a toddler who wanted a toy they couldn't have.

"Don't be so emotional. Your blow up earned our respect and we want you back. We let you play pretend for a couple months and now you need to get out of fantasy land and return home to your family."

Your jaw drops, what else could it do? You just heard the most insane thing come out of a stoic man's mouth. He was completely serious. Delusional. Utterly delusional.

"You prick! I don't think you understand. You guys fucked up and I don't want anything to do with your family- hey! Listen to me you zombie!" Jason was back to eating his burger, ignoring you. He throws a wrapped burger at you and you fumble with it.

You bite the inside of your cheek, he's more of a child then anyone you know! You throw the burger back down onto the table and glare at Jason.

"You don't get it. Of course you don't. Batman failed you, someone who you had a "co-workers" type relationship. You are Batman's biggest failure. But Bruce, he failed me. I am his biggest failure. I was forgotten about, looked down upon, left out, I suffered. And you know what's amazing? You were able to get revenge and end up loved but me, I couldn't get revenge, I'm not a villain of any kind! You say you and the family respect me so act like it and leave me be. I want nothing to do with any of you guys. Get out of my apartment and never return-"

Before you could finish Jason stands up and heads to the bathroom and takes a medkit out. You narrow your eyes, your fists clenched into balls and frustrated tears start to build in your eyes.

"Heard ya loud and clear so don't throw a tantrum! Just found it dumb how you think that." He states as he walks back to the couch and opens the medkit. "Now, care to tend to your older brother's wounds?"

You want to scream, cry, curse and stab this man in the face a million times. Instead you walk over and grab out disinfectant, you hate that you're doing this but you won't let him get an infection from his wounds.

You start to tend to his wounds and he speaks up again. "I get it. I do. We fucked up and it affected your childhood, we all had it rough and you didn't deserve that. But, give us a chance, you're a Wayne by blood, you won't be able to stay away from Gotham so why not live nicely in the manor? You could finally have what you wanted, you could finally have a family."

"Three big brothers, two younger brothers, an older sister, a dad! Don't you want to be loved by us? Don't you want our protection? We went through your diaries, we read every word. How you wished you could go to one of our rooms when you have a nightmare, how you wish for movie nights, how you want to be able to call us your family. Let us show you we had a change of heart, that we do want that with you now - that we always did but couldn't see it. Let us be your closest group-"

You slap him. What else was there to do? Tears pour down your cheeks.

"I thought I told Alfred to get rid of them..." You mutter. You never planned for them to read your diaries, to know your wants.

You hear Jason sigh before the sound of him pressing a button on his communicator, it's the last thing before your vision fades to black. He wishes he didn't have to resort to using the sticky device he stuck to your shirt when he threw the burger but it was clear you weren't listening.

Waking up with a pounding headache and no memories of last night is usually something that happens when people get wasted but you don't drink - you're underaged.

You groan as you open your eyes and take in your surroundings. It's a fancy bedroom - too fancy, too big. There's a picture hung up of the Wayne family with a picture of you taped to it to make it seem like you were in the picture.

You immediately panic and sit up, the bed is too big, the lights are too bright, the whole room is too much. You stand up and make your way to the door and put your ear against it for noise. You hear footsteps approaching and run back to bed and pretend to still be asleep.

The door opens and you hear a deep chuckle - Bruce's chuckle. He stalks over to the bed and gently runs a hand through your hair.

"Honey, I know you're awake. Don't be afraid, Dad's here now..." He coos. You open your eyes and move away from him, he frowns and sighs slightly. "I'm sorry, I know we should have gotten you back home sooner you just looked like you were having so much fun..."

He was acting like you living on your own was just a play-pretend? That you genuinely did it for fun? What is his problem?!

"Let me go! I swear to god Bruce, if you don't let me go I'll claw your eyes out!" You yell, Bruce tuts and shakes his head. "It's Dad to you. Now stop throwing a tantrum and come along, brunch is ready - you slept through breakfast."

With that he pulls you up from the bed and gently rests his hand between your shoulder blades and leads you downstairs to the dining room where everyone is; The head of the table reserved from Bruce, on the left it goes Dick, Tim, Cass and on the right it goes Jason, Duke, Damian, other end of the table.

You're led by Bruce and sit at the end of the table next to Damian who doesn't look at you and Cass who stares at you intently.

The stares from the others makes you want to vomit. Dick looks at you with pure adoration like he's looking at a defenseless puppy, Jason looks at you like how you'd look at a cute video of an animal, Tim looks at you calculatingly and Duke looks at you with a faint smile, his eyes a mix of emotions you don't want to decipher.

When Damian finally looks up it isn't with an irritated look, it's one of protectiveness, possessiveness and something akin to anger and guilt mixed together.

Clearly you've somehow imbedded yourself into their hearts, or atleast a version of you they created in their heads imbedded itself into their hearts and they weren't going to let you go any time soon.

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pitchsidestories · 2 months ago

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seasons of love II Kika Nazareth x Reader

romantic masterlist | platonic masterlist | word count: 1332

summary: Kika loves Christmas ever since she was a child unlike Reader who isn’t a big fan of it. requested

author's note: dear readers, we hope you'll like the fanfic.It can be read as a standalone or as part two of when grumpy met sunshine. 💛🩷

Ever since she was a small girl, Kika loved Christmas. As the time gone by her love for it grew only deeper, the presents may get less exciting to her over the years, but she cherished the time spend with family and friends at the end of the year.

That’s why even though it was only the start of December parts of the Barcelona team decided to bake some Christmas cookies. The kitchen already smelt heavenly of chocolate, coconut and vanilla and everyone was in a gleeful mood. Seconds earlier the Portuguese woman lit the candles on the table sending a cozy, warm light while the darkness had set on Barcelona.

“Oh my god, Vicky, thanks to you the flour is everywhere.”, Ingrid scolded half-heartedly, her lips formed to a pout.

“Ingrid, it’s fine.”, Kika assured her.

“And it wasn’t me!”, Vicky protested smirking.

“Yes, I saw Mapi doing it.”, Ellie joined the young player’s defence.

“What? I didn’t do anything.”, Mapi interjected, but her laugh was giving away that she was involved in the flour incident.

“Sure, Maria.”, commented Ona chuckling.

Suddenly the joyful banter was interrupted by your angry sounding voice.

“What the hell, so much chaos, Francisca!”

“We’re just baking.”, your girlfriend explained nervously.

“You better clean up this mess later.”, you told her before storming off into your bedroom.

“Oh, someone’s in a bad mood.”, Mapi noted whistling.

“Grumpy apparently doesn’t like the Christmas season.”, Vicky observed.

“She doesn’t hate it, but she also doesn’t care much for it.”, Kika corrected her.

“How can one not love it?”, Ingrid frowned confused.

“I don’t know, ask her.”, she shrugged.

“The first cookies are done. Maybe she would like to try them.”, the older Spanish defender responded with an encouraging smile on her lips.

“Take the pretty ones that are already decorated.”, Vicky suggested in a friendly tone.

“Who wants to do the talking?”, the Portuguese striker asked.

“You’re obviously doing it.”, Vicky shook her head grinning.

“Wish me, luck.”, Kika sighed. Cautiously she stepped into the bedroom you two shared. The young woman whispered your name softly, trying her best to not resurrect the anger you’ve shown when you returned home.

“What?”, you questioned frustrated, moving your eyes away from the book in your hands to your girlfriend’s dark chocolate brown eyes.

“Sorry, we made a mess in the kitchen. Would you like to try some cookies?”, Kika apologized, sitting down on the bed. The delicious scent of the food filling up the room, even you weren’t immune to that small magic.

“Today was a lot and then I came home to the chaos.”, you began.

“Hey, it’s okay. We’re almost done, and we’ll clean everything up. I promise.”, your girlfriend swore.

“Thank you.”, you muttered gratefully, taking your first bite of the Christmas cookie which tasted just as good as it smelt.

For a moment there was a peaceful quietness transcending between you. In the background you could hear the cheerful laughter from your teammates in the kitchen.

“Do you want to talk about it more or would you liked to be left alone?”, Kika asked careful.

You heaved a sigh and shook your head: “No, we can talk. You shouldn’t think that I’m a monster that hates Christmas entirely.“

Kikas eyes softened as she studied your face: “I know you don’t hate it. You just don’t like it as much as I do and that’s okay.“

You nodded, swallowing hard before taking another bite of your cookie so you didn’t have to answer. Only after you chewed quietly for a while, you changed the topic: “The cookies are delicious by the way.“

“Glad you like them.“, your girlfriend smiled gently at you.

“You girls did a good job.“, you chuckled.

“Thanks.“

You took another deep breath to brace yourself: “It’s just that not all family Christmases are like the ones in the movies, you know?”

“Oh.“ Kika said. You didn’t even had to explain, she just seemed to understand immediately.

“I just don’t know what it feels like…“

The frown on your girlfriends face deepened: “That’s why you don’t care much for Christmas?”

“Yeah, that’s my little sad sob story about it.“, you nodded. Instead of looking at her, you drew patterns with your fingers on the blanket.

“It’s not sad.“, Kika said determinedly while reaching for your hand. As you looked at her as got up from the bed, pulling you with her.

“Wait, what are you doing?”, you laughed nervously.

Her eyes lit up while she explained: “I’ll show you how nice Christmas can also be.“

“That’s disgustingly sweet of you.“

“Disgustingly?”, she echoed slightly offended but undeterredly dragged you towards the kitchen.

Her teammates were still busy baking, chatting quietly while Christmas music played in the background. The display was much more peaceful than twenty minutes prior.

“She’s back!”, Mapi beamed once she spotted you and Kika standing in the door.

“I’m back and I brought someone who wants to help decorate cookies.“, your girlfriend announced.

Ellie smiled politely at you and pulled a chair closer to her and Ona who were in charge of the cookie decorations: “Always good to have another person here who’s artistic too.“

Ona narrowed her eyes at the goalkeeper: “Ellie, excuse me? What are you trying to say about my beautiful art pieces?!”

Looking at the cookies in front of the defender, you had to admit that you definitely wouldn’t post them on Instagram.

Ellie shrugged innocently: “Nothing. Just that yours are the cookies we should eat first.“

“Wow. Rude.“, Ona complained but didn’t sound offended.

You bit back a laugh and started to help with icing the cookies.

A bright smile was on Kika’s face which could light up every cold and dark winter day while she declared. “Girls, the hot chocolates are ready.”

“With Marshmallows?”, Vicky asked in an excited tone.

“That’s so cliché.”, you playfully hit the upper arm of the Portuguese woman.

“Maybe it’s, but the love around here is real.”, Ingrid admitted with a dreamy look in her green eyes.

“Don’t overdo it, Ingrid.”, you warned her grimacing at the sweet words which came out of the Norwegians mouth.

“I think she’s cute.”, Mapi defended her girlfriend looking up to her in awe.

“Of course you do.”, you chuckled amused.

“Just saying.”, the Spanish defender shrugged.

“Kika?”, you called your lover’s name.

“Yes, meu amor?”

“This is so stupid.”, you whispered into Kika’s ear, her arms wrapped around your wait.

She looked at you with a sad expression on her face. “You don’t like it.”, the forward realized.

“But at least it’s stupid with nice people.”, you added in a warm tone, pressing a soft kiss to her cheek which immediately turned into a soft red underneath your touch.

The cozy atmosphere was interrupted by Vicky’s curses. “Oh shit, the cookies burned!”

“Typical.”, you smiled at her mildly.

“Don’t worry, we still got enough Christmas cookies for everyone to take home with them.”, Ingrid reassured her teammates immediately.

After they all left, Kika leaned with her back on the wall, glancing expectantly as well as delighted at you like the once excited child she was: “And?”

“And, what?”, you returned her question teasingly.

“Do you like Christmas a bit more?”, your girlfriend wanted to know while you made your way to her.

“Hmm let me think about that.”, you replied. When you stopped right in front of her you noticed with a cheeky smile. “You still have a bit of whipped cream on your upper lip.” Gently you kissed the white foam away, the kiss sweet like the hot chocolate itself.

“Thanks.”, Kika smirked.

“You’re welcome and yes Christmas with friends is quite nice.”, you stated.

“See, that’s also one way to celebrate Christmas.”

“Yes, I like that.”, you nodded smiling in your girlfriends embrace.

Thanks to her help you learned that the season of love could be about friendship and spending meaningful time with the people which truly were special to you.

Christmas/Winter Oneshots

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lunaxstrange · 6 months ago

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Can we talk about love in orv?

[SPOILERS]

Okay so, I am aware that Kdj loves the "story" but I really wanna point some things out individually because it's 2am and ORV is on my mind.

Kdj had the easiest way out of the 1863rd turn. The most perfect turn (at the time) but he really went I'd let the world burn for Yjh? Yeah, everything is "part of his plan" but let's talk about the 73rd Demon King arc. My man would do anything to make sure Yjh finishes his story. Apart from this, it's the fact that while everyone else dislike any other version of Yjh (even he hates himself lol), Kdj loves every. single. one. I mean 3rd turn (1864th) Yjh? Yes. Hsy's 1863rd turn? Yes. Frickin' Secretive Plotter? Got off to a rough start but yes. You simply cannot make Kdj hate his beloved protagonist. I mean, this man risked his whole existence to make sure the 0th turn is actually the most perfect one. He didn't want Yjh to regress but became his sponsor anyway because it's what Yjh wanted. He would do anything to see Yjh happy. This type of love isn't romantic or platonic or anything else, it's the most inexplicable form of love. Love in its purest form. I'd like to take the time to compare it to Achilles and Patroclus because while we can fight over whether these two were gay or not, we cannot deny the sheer love they had for each other. No strings attached. Kdj is in awe of Yjh.

Yjh. The regressor. The protagonist. The person Kdj loves the most. Yjh had everything (0th turn) but he really gave it all up just to meet Kdj. Suffered the "Hell of eternity" just to see him. Bro didn't even love Lsw the way he loves Kdj. Tbf, 0th turn Yjh didn't know what the real struggle of passing the scenarios without help was but I'm sure he got the gist. Okay, sure, you can call it "curiosity" that led to Yjh keeping Kdj alive during the 3rd (1864th) turn. But my guy didn't choose Kdj to go to Peace Land because he had "someone he loved" like bro, YJH!? THE COLD REGRESSOR??? HE DID THAT FOR KIM DOKJA! Not to mention the fact that Yjh didn't even care that his whole life was a mere novel. He just despised the fact that Kdj chose the 1863rd turn over him. I'm gonna cry. Bro wanted Kdj so bad that he kept fighting the Secretive Plotter. Not only this, he gave up the 3rd (1864th) turn for Kdj too. Went from Supreme King to terrorist just to save Kdj. When everyone else - even Hsy - gave up. After all, what is a protagonist without a reader? The whole astronaut ordeal might've been to "find his purpose" but we can't ignore their connection. He gave up everything he could ever ask for twice (0th and 3rd/1864th turn) for Kdj. The attachment these two have with each other is insane.

I could go on about them for eternity but we have another person to talk about - Hsy. This woman spent 10 years exhausted, stuck in a world-line and body not her own for one person. Even if it's only Hsy with half her memories, she gave up her perfect world-line because she missed Kdj. Just like Kdj loves Yjh, Hsy also loves every version of Kdj. She wanted to meet him, no matter what the world-line. My girl had only a few hours where she was in control and decided to use off all those hours to write TWSA - a story she herself disliked. Hsy wants to see Kdj happy, every part of Hsy loves Kdj. There is nothing a writer could love more than an avid reader who loves their story. And let's talk about the fact that Yjh and Hsy absolutely hate each other. He is literally her creation (more or less) but their relationship is questionable. Why? Because a protagonist has no value without a reader. Kinda like Asuka Ren and Kyrgios Rodgraim. They have no special relationship despite being creator and creation. Since there is no reader, Asuka and Kyrgios are as distant as two people can be. Alternatively, what brings Hsy and Yjh together is Kdj.

I just can't get enough of the way ORV relationships are written. If I had to describe love as a writer, I'd cite ORV as an example.

#omniscient reader's viewpoint #orv #orv spoilers #omniscient reader webtoon #omniscient reader novel #omniscient reader #han sooyoung #kim dokja #yoo joonghyuk #orv kdj #kdj x yjh #kdj #orv hsy #hsy #yjh #orv yjh #orv meta

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darkestspring · 5 months ago

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Request for big sister reader please with platonic yanderes Aegon, Helaena, and Aemond where reader is the one who has cared for them since young so they absolutely adore her. However, Rhaenyra wants to take her full sister with her to Dragonstone. The three do whatever it takes to make sure reader stays with them.

You were only a few years younger than Rhaenyra. Old enough to grieve your mother, who you loved greatly but not old enough to feel the same injustice your sister did when your father remarried and decided to take Lady Alicent as his wife.

In the months between Alicent becoming queen and up until Aegon's birth, Rhaenyra became increasingly more at your side, shooting Alicent a distasteful glare whenever she got close to you, even doing so when it was your father who came near you.

You were her sister, her flesh and blood, you both mourned, you were vulnerable, she wouldn't let anyone take advantage of you in this state.

But she couldn't deny the jealousy eating at her when you happily started to carry Aegon around, beaming and happily chatting about your new baby sibling to anyone who would listen.

You loved Aegon, of course, he was loud and sticky and stinky, like all babies were but he was your baby brother! You were his big sister, so you'd always love him and look out for him.

"Do you like your new brother, dearest?" Your father asked you one day, running his hair softly through your hair and you nodded happily, beaming up at him.

"Yes! I like Aegon a lot, I'm his big sister! So, I'll take care of him." You were happy at the touch of affection from your father.

Viserys, Alicent, and Otto all smiled at the answer which only incensed Rhaenyra more. You were her sister! Not that... that stupid baby's! He had only been born but he was stealing you and her rightful place as the next ruler from her. Her father had promised and sworn but he had the son he wanted now, so what would happen now?

Nothing, as she found out, she was still the next ruler, as the King's first born child. The revelations calmed her fears, as did the happiness on your face when you congratulated her.

She could always count on you. Her lovely sister.

Just as you adored Aegon, you love Helaena just as much. You had a little sister! Your very own little sister! She was such a quiet thing, but just as lovely!

Her quietness made her no less lovely to you. You carried her around, bringing her flowers to show her and little bugs in small jar before letting them go.

"If you love something, let them go. If they love you, they'll come back. That is why I'll always be by your side, lovely Aegon, sweet Helaena." You cooed at the three year old Aegon and eight months old Helaena.

"Sister." Aegon babbled, clinging close to you. He hated being away from you.

only about six months late, came baby Aemond and Rhaenyra hated how doting you were.

But things were peaceful for a while, things were still good. you spent most of your time with Aegon, Helaena, and Aemond. Taking walks with them, reading to them, playing with them.

Rhaenyra remained distant from them but not from you, she was as close as ever with you. She wanted to bring you to dragonstone. it was hers. as the heir, it was hers but you didn't want to leave while your younger siblings were still growing up.

She didn't want to leave you, so she let it be.

You were so happy for your sister when she got married, happy for your cousin Laenor too. You were even happier when both Alicent and your sister announced their pregnancies to you.

"Oh! Rhaenyra! I'm so happy for you!" You held her hands in yours, a beaming smile on your face. "Oh! I wonder if it'll be a girl or a boy!" You beamed happily before turning to your stemother.

"I'm so happy for your too! I'll be a big sister again! Oh, i wonder if Aegon, Helaena, and Aemond will be happy too." It'll Aemond's first time being a younger brother! You're overjoyed for him.

Alicent and Rhaenyra glared at each other when you weren't looking and you were oblivious as you were sucked in your joy.

You didn't get much time with Daeron but you were overjoyed by him, always trying to be there for him but Jace.

Oh sweet Jace, you adored your nephew. You coddled him endlessly, which Rhaenyra was happy about and your younger siblings weren't. Their nephew was jjust a bastard child, what did he have that they didn't?

It only became worse with luke's birth. They hated them both.

When Rhaenyra decided to leave for Dragonstone, she begged you to come with her.

"Oh, sister. Our younger siblings needs me here," You didn't want to make your sister feel bad but your siblings were still so young! Aemond was such a fragile child, as was Helaena and Aegon.

Rhaenyra held your hands in hers, her face twisted into a saddened expression. "I need you as well, sister. I am..." There was one more thing she could try to convince you with. "I am frightened, sister. All these baseless rumors. They all sneer at my children, I can't take it anymore. Jace and Luke, Joffrey too, I don't want them to bear the consequences of the ill rumors." It wasn't manipulation, she was indeed scared but if this took you aware from her siblings who sneered at her children and from her stepmother who openly questioned her children's legitimacy, then so be it.

Your face fell and you were quick to try and soothe your sister. "Oh! Oh, sister, do not fret." You whispered softly, hugging her softly, "Those awful people with nothing better to do! Jace is a prince, your heir, and luke will be the heir of driftmark one day, I am certain of it. How dare they!" Your sister shouldn't have to suffer such things.

"All I need is you by my side, please come with me." Rhaenyra pleaded with you.

"Oh, of course, I'll come with you. I shouldn't be away too long though." You fretted softly and Rhaenyra softly smiled at you.

You'd be too content to worry about coming back, she'd make sure of it.

As you left to dragonstone with Rhaenyra and her family, Rhaenyra waved at the watching trio while you weren't watching, only angering them further.

'I win.' she smiled as you.

#house of the dragon x reader #this is fun to write #the utter pettiness

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agreeeeeeeeeee · 7 days ago

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Hit Me Where It Hurts The Most p. 3 | S.B

feat. Sirius Black x Rowle!reader

SUMMARY: In an attempt to distance yourself from your brother, you inadvertently spend the afternoon with the Marauders, bringing you and Sirius even closer. Later, Rabastan extends an invitation you can't refuse.

CW: strong language, dark themes, kissing, failing love triangle, a whole lot of angst, toxic!brother, protective!Sirius, platonic!marauders, mentions of abuse, reader is traumatized and doesn’t know how to love or accept love properly (pls forgive her)

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You pushed past a gaggle of Ravenclaws into the library, only breathing when the door clicked securely shut behind you.

Thorfinn wouldn't be caught dead in the library. Especially since his face was still healing after Rabastan smashed it in four days prior.

The two days your brother had spent bed-ridden in the infirmary had been peaceful, quiet even, but it was short lived. He was back and surlier than ever, and you were desperate for a bit of respite.

The library was quiet, most students out enjoying the abnormally sunny day. It spilled through the stained glass windows, painting the floor and shelves watercolor, and creating delicious pockets of warmth while you walked through the aisles searching for a comfortable place to settle in.

“Y/n?” A male voice called, vaguely familiar. You turned on your heel, spotting none other than James Potter standing in the Spells section with you.

“Potter,” you said, dipping your chin in acknowledgment before turning to escape down a different aisle.

“Hey, wait!”

Shit.

James jogged after you, and you turned to face him, putting on your most disinterested scowl. “Yes?” You asked.

“Are you here to study?” He asked, glancing at the books in your arms, a few of the ones his very best friend purchased for you.

Does he know?

“No, I'm here to hunt lions,” you replied.

But he only chuckled, unperturbed by your attitude. Fucking Gryffindors. “Well, there's a pack of ‘em over here.” He nodded his head towards the back of the library. “Plus a snake. You should come, ah, hunt with us, yeah?”

“And why should I do that?” You quirked a suspicious brow.

“Because it's no fun to be alone.” He shrugged, oblivious to how hard his words struck you. “C’mon, we don't bite.”

You eyed him up and down, debating what you should do. Sure, you didn't want to be with your brother, but did that mean you wanted to be alone? You were always alone. Thorfinn made sure of it. You had no real friends that weren't hand selected by your parents, and you couldn't stand half of them.

Plus, there was a 90% chance that Sirius was there. You hadn't seen him since Hogsmeade, though you thought of him constantly, keeping his note stuffed in your pocket everywhere you went.

You longed to see him, apologize for how you treated him, how foolish you'd been. Tell him how much you wished it could be different, that it wasn't so…complicated.

But it was. Rabastan had kissed you, making his intentions crystal clear, and you had liked it. He wanted you. Sirius wanted you. And you had no idea what you should want, who you should want.

Your head pulled one way, your heart another, your soul being ripped in half.

“I know we don't know each other that well.” James said, interrupting your thoughts. “And I'm not going to push you. But, it could be fun, y’know, hanging out with nice people.”

You snorted despite yourself. He wasn't wrong.

“Lead the way, Potter,” you sighed.

His face lit up like he'd won the Quidditch Cup. “M’lady,” he said, offering you his elbow. You rolled your eyes, but looped your arm through his anyways.

Anxiety churned in your gut as he led you through the library, jabbering on about last week's Quidditch match, but you tuned him out.

Would Sirius be there? Would he be happy to see you? Angry? What would the rest of his friends think? Do they know who you are? Hate you already?

The two of you turned a corner into a cozy alcove, where several students sat around a large, round table surrounded by bookshelves.

Your eyes immediately locked onto Sirius’, who was perched on the edge of the table by the pretty, redhead girl that hangs out with Snape. His eyes widened, but he managed to school his reaction.

“Y/n!”

You turned just in time for Dorcas to crash into you, throwing her arms around your neck. You immediately exhaled in relief, leaning into her hug.

“Merlin, it's so good to see you,” she murmured, pulling back to cup your face. “Are you alright?” She whispered, and you forced a smile, nodding.

“Aren't you going to introduce us?” The redhead asked, her tone curt but not unfriendly.

“Oh! Everyone this is y/n Rowle,” Dorcas said, turning you to face the group.

You braced yourself for their negative reaction, but they only nodded, looking over you curiously.

“This is Lily Evans.” She gestured to the redhead, who gave you a warm smile. “And that's Peter and Remus.” Two boys sat to Lily's left, the smaller one waving shyly at you, while the other gave you a tight nod. “And you know my girlfriend, Marlene. And Sirius and James, of course.”

You nodded and smiled, waving at them. Sirius immediately clocked the bandages around your fingers, the bones still not quite set since you opted for the less painful treatment, and frowned.

You tried to hide them behind your books, but it was too late. You braced yourself for him to get angry, to start yelling and making threats, but his eyes only softened, laden with concern.

“Move, Padfoot,” Lily said, trying to shove Sirius off the table and shifting his attention. “Come sit by me!”

“Oh, uh, okay.” You walked over.

Sirius slid dramatically off the table and pulled the chair out for you. A giddy nervousness tingled under your skin at his proximity when you sat down, his fingers brushing against your back, his head leaned down by yours.

“Anything for you, darling,” he whispered while pushing your chair in. Before you could retort, he was walking back to his own spot between Remus and Marlene.

“So, what are you working on?” Lily asked, and that was all it took for you to welcomed with open arms. You and Lily talked for an hour about course work and other things while the boys bickered and teased in the background, Dorcas and Marlene too wrapped up in one another to pay mind to anyone else.

Sirius’ eye continually drifted back to you, assessing, but he never interrupted, or interjected. If anything, he seemed pleased that you were getting on with his friends, unbothered that he wasn't the center of your attention.

And you were surprised at how easy it was to talk with them all, how receptive they were to you and your opinions, genuinely interested in what you thought about things. James was right, it was refreshing to hang out with nice people who had no ulterior motive, nothing to gain from you.

With Thorfinn and Rabastan, all of them, really, you felt like a toy being tossed around. Theirs to play with until they got bored and cast you aside. Theirs to control, to mold. Even with Rabastan and all his charm, his tenderness, you knew he had something to gain from tying himself to you, and vice versa.

How much of it was genuine?

A chill raced down your spine at the thought and you shoved it away. You wouldn't let those thoughts ruin this afternoon for you, the first normal few hours you'd had in weeks.

You laughed at one of Peter's jokes, so loudly that you surprised yourself. A big laugh that made your head tip back on your shoulders, tears well in your eyes.

Merlin, when was the last time you laughed like that?

When you wiped the tear tracks away, giggling like an idiot, you noticed Sirius was smiling back at you, affection shining like stars in his eyes.

Your breath seized in your chest, butterflies rioting in your stomach. No one had ever looked at you like that before. Like your joy was their joy, and it turned your heart inside out.

A few more hours passed, everyone shifting around the table periodically until you ended up between Remus and Sirius, helping Remus decipher a text from his Magic History course.

Sirius was warm at your side, his spiced cologne tempting you to lean closer, but you resisted.

Watching the couples being openly affectionate, Lily stroking James hair while he talked, Marlene and Dorcas holding hands while they read, it made your chest ache. You wanted that, the easy affection, the simple gestures, and carefree vulnerability.

And when you imagined doing that with someone, holding hands, kisses on cheeks, mindless touches, it wasn't Rabastan you saw, but the boy sitting beside you, his long black hair hanging in his eyes while he worked on an essay.

How badly you wanted to tuck the hair behind his ear, place a kiss on his cheekbone before pulling away. Maybe his hand would rest on your thigh, knees knocked together. Or maybe he'd press a kiss to your inner wrist, a quiet ‘thank you’…

“Hey, y/n, what happened to your hand?” Peter asked, jarring you from your daydreaming, and the table fell silent.

“Oh, uh—”

Sirius’ eyes trained on the side of your face, his quill hovering over the parchment.

“I fell in the common room, caught myself wrong,” you said, shrugging a shoulder.

“And Pomfry couldn't just fix it?” Marlene asked, ignoring a warning look from Dorcas.

“No, uh, the damage was too severe for a spell, and I wasn't about to take Skelegrow for a few fingers,” you answered.

James grimaced. “How bad could a fall be?”

A hand landed on your knee, heavy and warm. Sirius.

“Drop it,” Sirius warned, glaring daggers at his friends, a stark contrast to the gentle way he was touching you.

They all went wide eyed and quickly turned back to whatever they were working on. Dorcas’ eyes flicked back and forth between the two of you, the corner of her mouth tugging upwards.

“Thank you,” you whispered to him and he squeezed your knee before releasing you, eyes dropping back down at his work.

“I'm starving. Are we ready for dinner?” Lily asked a few minutes later, clapping her book shut.

“Fuck yes,” James, Peter, and Remus said in unison.

Everyone shifted to get up, collecting their things and shoving them in bags, wondering aloud what would be served in the Great Hall.

“You joining?” Lily asked, stopping beside your chair.

“Oh, uh—” you glanced at Sirius, who was shelving one of his books on the other side of the table. “My brother is expecting me, but thank you,” you replied, hoping she knew you were being sincere.

It was actually Rabastan that was expecting you. He’d left a note on your bedside table asking that you eat with him around 7 pm. You hadn't seen him since he escorted you back to your room that day, but it wasn't uncommon for him and some of the others to disappear for days at a time, following orders you'd rather not think on lest you lose your lunch.

This entire time, you'd been trying to convince yourself that Rab was the logical, safe pick, but there was nothing normal or safe about that world. His world. The world that Sirius abandoned.

“Well, you're always welcome.” Lily squeezed your shoulder, following the others out.

“Pads, you coming?” James asked, pausing at the door. Sirius was still hovering by the bookcase, searching for something.

“I'll catch up,” he said, waving James away.

You almost laughed. For all his charm and smarts, Sirius was not great a subtlety.

But James didn't comment, winking at you before his girlfriend dragged him out by the collar. Soon, they were out of ear shock, and a reverberating silence settled over the alcove.

“Did you…did you tell them about us?” You asked, unable to bear the quiet.

“No, I didn't,” he said, shelving his book.

“Then why did they just…accept it?”

“Accept you, you mean?” He asked, turning to look at you. “James is still bent out of shape about the other day in Hogsmeade. He gets all worked up when he sees your brother in hall. And Remus and Peter don't care about your House, blood, or lineage.”

You mulled that over, trying to decipher what the catch was. What their motive could be.

It was like Sirius could see the gears turning in your mind. “Doll, they're just nice people. I know we aren't used to it, it took me ages to stop waiting for the metaphorical shoe to drop. But they really—they're just good mates, is all.”

“S’weird,” you mumbled, and he chuckled.

“It's normal, love. How we grew up…it's a far cry from normal. Or healthy.” He perched on the edge of the table beside you. “They're half the reason I left. I finally could see what else was out there.”

Silence fell between you, and you folded your hands in your lap, trying to hide your bandages. But of course, he noticed.

“I'll only ask once,” he said, lifting your chin so you'd look at him. His expression was deeply serious, jaw tight with tension. “Did Thorfinn break your fingers?”

You clamped your mouth shut, refusing to answer, but you couldn't stop the tears that welled in your eyes.

Evidently, that was all the confirmation he needed.

He eased off the table, lowering himself to his knees in front of your chair. “Does it hurt?” He asked, taking your hand in his and inspecting the bandages.

“Not anymore,” you sniffled, watching as he pressed a kiss to the back of your hands, your knuckles, your palm. Like his lips alone could heal you.

“I'm so sorry, love,” he murmured, meeting your eyes. “Is there anything I can do?”

“Not unless you have some spell that can make me disappear,” you sighed.

Sirius opened his mouth, then closed it, something mischievous sparking in his eyes. “Actually…come with me.” He tugged you up out of your chair, piling your books into your arms before steering you out of the alcove.

“Sirius, what are we—”

“You!” Sirius barked at a random Gryffindor boy. “I’ll give you ten galleons for your robes.”

“Sirius,” you hissed.

“Ten? Deal.” The student quickly shirked his robes and tie and tossed them to Sirius in exchange for a handful of coins. Then Sirius dragged you into an empty aisle and handed you the robes.

“What the fuck are we doing?” You asked, taking the robes from him.

“Going back to my dorm,” he replied, like it was obvious.

“That's very presumptuous of you,” you argued, fighting a smile.

“Not for that, unless—”

“Sirius.”

“Right, so James has something that might help if you ever need to make a quick getaway. I'll show you when we get there.”

You sighed. Leave it to the prank-masters of Hogwarts to have some weird, probably forbidden artifact. “Fine.” You tugged off your Slytherin robes, heat climbing up your neck at the way he was watching you with open appreciation. You pulled on the Gryffindor ones, a bit oversized, but fitting well enough to pass, and shoved your Slytherin ones into your bag.

Sirius smiled, his hands coming up to straighten your tie. “I like seeing you in my colors,” he hummed, shifting his weight to press you against the bookshelves.

“Down, boy,” you chastised half-heartedly, pushing against his chest. If only you were one of those regular couples, and you could snog anywhere and everywhere. No hiding, no sneaking around, no secrets.

“Just one? Please, baby?” He asked, the tip of his nose grazing your cheek.

You smiled, heat spreading under your skin, and pecked the corner of his mouth. “Lead the way, Padfoot.”

He grinned. “Padfoot? Only my friends call me that.”

“Aren't we friends now?” You teased, swiping your lipstick from his cheek with your thumb. “Or are we still pretending to hate each other?” You could hardly believe the words were coming out of your mouth, but it felt so good to be honest, to be real. You were so tired of the song and dance.

With Sirius, you could be yourself. You always could, it's why you felt comfortable pushing his buttons so much.

Deep down, you knew he was safe. It was caring for him that was risky.

“I'll be your lap dog if that's what you want.” He leaned into your touch, his hands finding your hips through the layers of fabric.

“Guard dog, more like,” you said, baring your teeth in a fake snarl, a poor imitation of the spine-chilling one he gave Thorfinn.

He chuckled, the sound low and borderline sinful. “Whatever you need, love.”

“Take me to your dorm,” you said, nudging him backwards.

His brows lifted. “For…”

“For whatever illegal thing you and your mates are harboring.” You shook your head, smiling, and Sirius smiled back at you, a soft, sincere thing.

“I think I've seen you smile more today than the entire time I've known you,” he said, making you blush. “Now c’mon, think you can try to act like a Gryffindor?”

"Obnoxious and self-obsessed? Think I can manage."

Sirius snorted a laugh, and lead the way. You traversed the halls together without rousing suspicion, and Sirius led you into his House’s common room.

You scrunched your nose at the decor. “So garrish,” you ribbed, and Sirius rolled his eyes.

“You literally live in a dungeon,” he argued, and you burst out laughing.

He led you up the stairs and into his dorm he shared with others. It was very burgundy and lightly cluttered, smelling distinctly of mens cologne and chocolate. Even after that short time knowing them, you could immediately tell whose bed was whose.

James had his broom resting by the headboard. Remus had a pile of books and an open chocolate bar on the side table. Peters was the messiest. And Sirius’ had a leather jacket hanging on the bedframe.

He started rummaging through James’ trunk, and you sat on the edge of Sirius’ bed, brushing your fingers over his quilt.

“There you are,” he said triumphantly, withdrawing what had to be the ugliest brown cloak you'd ever seen.

“And what on earth is that?” You asked.

With a flourish, Sirius wrapped it around himself—and vanished. You gasped, jumping off the bed.

“Sirius?” You asked, mouth hanging open in shock.

“Boo.”

You yelped, whirling around to find Sirius' head floating behind you, snickering at your response. He shrugged the rest of the cloak off, becoming visible once again.

“It’s an invisibility cloak. Very handy for quick escapes and sneaking around.” He waggled his eyebrows, setting it on the bed.

You stared at him in awe. “And James won't mind if I…?”

“Not at all. I'll square it away with him tonight.” Sirius reached for your hands, drawing you back towards him. “Your safety is the most important thing, okay? I need you to prioritize that above anything else.”

You nodded, his words bringing tears to your eyes.

“You could take that and disappear forever and I wouldn't blame you for a second,” he murmured.

“Why do you care so much?” You asked despite knowing it wasn't a fair question, nor one with a clear answer.

Sirius was quiet for a moment, looking down at your joined hands. “I--I saw you, y’know, ten years ago when my father kicked Kreature during that dinner? You threw a massive fit. Thorfinn laughed at you for getting so upset, so you put half the damned shaker of salt in his pudding when you thought no one was looking.”

You blinked at him, the memory filtering back, shocked that he had noticed you at all that day. Remembered it after all those years.

“And I saw when you helped a servant girl clean up a mess of spilled champagne. When you buried that dead bird that felt into the fountain in fifth year. Tried to scare me off when you thought your brother would pummel me. Let him take you away in Hogsmeade so none of us got hurt.” His fingers rubbed over your knuckles, grounding you both.

“I see you, y/n, and you're not like them. You aren't vicious, or cruel, or hateful. I just wanted to help you and I—” his voice fractured, laden with emotion. “I didn't expect…” he trailed off, meeting your eyes. “I didn't expect this.” He squeezed your hands, the only thing keeping you tethered to the earth as your heart swelled, threatening to carry you away like a great, big balloon.

“You have helped me,” you said, releasing his hands to wrap your arms around his neck. “I know you want me to worry about my safety—and I am. But Sirius, you—I feel like myself again because of you. Like I’m somebody, and not just—someones.”

His hand came up to caress your cheek, drawing you closer. “You’re everything.”

You closed the remaining inch between you, tugging him forward by his robes and crashing your mouth his. He groaned low in his throat, tongue sweeping across your lower lip in a request for more. You parted for him, battling his tongue for the first taste.

Suddenly, he lifted you into the air, your legs instinctively wrapping around his hips, and he laid you down on the bed, his weight settling between your legs, never once breaking the fevered kiss. You melted into the mattress, clinging to him as a wave of desperation seized you.

Suddenly, his words from the other day made sense. You were running out of time.

You didn't know what you wanted with Rab, or for your future, but you knew you weren't ready to let go of Sirius. To extinguish whatever connection burned between you.

But the path forward was murky, rife with threats. We're you willing to drag him back into the world he'd escaped from? To put him in danger once again?

The air constricted in your lungs, your muscles coiling with panic, and Sirius pulled back.

“Hey, hey.” Sirius sat up with you and caressed your face, catching the tears you didn't realize were falling. “What’s going on?”

You shook your head, squeezing your eyes shut. “I don’t know what to do,” you admitted.

Sirius stiffened. “Do you actually…care about him?” He asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

“I can’t tell. I can’t tell if I actually do, or if I’m just supposed to. If it’s me, or them,” you answered honestly, and you felt him pull away, eyes flashing with anger.

“He's a cunt, y/n,” Sirius said, blunt as a spoon. “And he’s lying to you. He doesn’t care about you, he only cares about the potential pure-blooded heirs you can give him.”

You gasped at him, shocked by his crass words.

“M’sorry, doll. That's just the truth. The Lestrange’s are awful, the whole bloody lot of them are.”

“I don't want to talk about this,” you muttered, retreating back behind your walls, hurt by his cold response to your honesty.

Sirius sighed, guilt streaking across his face. “I know, I know. C’mere.” He opened his arms to you, and you were powerless to resist the temptation. “We don't have to talk about anything. I just want you to feel safe, okay?”

“Even if it isn't with you?” you grumbled, pettiness letting your tendencies towards hate seep through.

“Even if it isn't with me,” he replied without hesitation, and it stunned you silent, banishing the darkness spreading in your mind. “You could go get some little cottage in London and never see me again, so long as you were away from them.” He nuzzled into your hair, taking a deep breath. “I could live with that,” he said, though his voice twinged with sadness.

No one has ever put your needs before their own. You've always been a bargaining chip, not a priority. Not something to be loved, but bartered. Used.

You sat up on your elbow, studying his face. “You mean that? I don't have to…choose you?”

Sirius raised an eyebrow. “Of course not. You can choose whatever you want.”

“But we—”

“Darling, I would love if there could be a ‘we’,” he admitted, his fingers ghosting along your cheek. “But you are under no obligation to chose me because we’ve slept together, or because you didn't chose Rabastan. Your life is your own.”

You shook your head, tears burning behind your eyes again. “I don't think it is.”

He held you a little tighter. “It is. You can leave, like I did. I can talk to James—”

“Sirius—”

“I know you're afraid, so was I. And I know Thorfinn has made you feel helpless, but you're not, love. You're strong as hell—”

You shook your head. “You don't understand, Sirius.”

“What don't I understand? I grew up in it too! I was crushed under their heel too! But I left. And so can you.”

“You aren't listening!” You cried, jumping out of his bed, and he snapped his mouth shut, teeth grinding together. “I can't just leave.”

He climbed out bed, reaching for you. “But I—”

“Sirius, you're a man!” You shouted, and he staggered back. “You’ve always had more agency than I have. I was passed from my father, to Thorfinn, to Rabastan like a cigar. They each took a little bit more of me every time. There's nothing fucking left! I have nothing left!”

“Love—”

You angrily wiped at your cheeks, turning away from him. “Don’t,” you hissed when his hands fell onto your hips.

“You know that’s not true.” He murmured against you ear. “You’re so much more than a fucking pawn for them—”

“I need to go,” you said, jerking yourself out of his hold and tugging the Gryffindor robes over your head.

“No, baby, please don’t leave—” Sirius followed you towards the door. He caught your wrist, pushing a bundle of fabric into your hand: the invisibility cloak. “At least take the cloak, please.”

You almost refused, but rationality won over your emotions. You threw it over yourself, casting Sirius’ heartbroken face in an obscured haze, and you slipped out the door, throwing it shut behind you.

The walk to your dorm was a blur of tears, everything muffled and fuzzy through the cloak. As soon as you got back to your room, you shoved it to the bottom of your trunk and collapsed into bed, a mess of hiccuping sobs.

The clock tower rang seven bells, but you just pulled your pillow over your head, determined to rot in the safety of your bed until the castle crumbled around you.

“Darling,” a gentle voice cooed in your ear, cool fingers stroking your cheek.

You jerked awake, your dorm dimly lit with candles, moonlight spilling over your quilt. Rabastan was crouched beside your bed, heavy brow knit with concern. “Rab?” You croaked, throat dry from crying. Merlin, you must look like a wreck. Guilt sat like a bludger in your stomach, tugging you down, down…

“Are you feeling alright, love? I was worried when you didn’t come to dinner,” he said, speaking so softly, like you might startle.

"Sorry for missing dinner," you mumbled, unable to meet his eye.

"No harm done," he soothed. “Though, Thorfinn was incorrigible. Going table to table, demanding to know if anyone has seen you, throwing dishes, yelling at ghosts and portraits.” Rabastan chuckled at the cringing face you pulled. “He got so out of hand at the Gryffindor table that Potter got in his face—”

“What?” You asked, interrupting him. “Why would he do that?”

Rabastan shrugged. “You know Gryffindor’s, always sticking their noses where it doesn't belong. Whinging about justice or something. My cousin talked some sense into him before Thor beat him to a pulp, though.”

“Sirius?” You asked, feigning surprise. What the hell were they thinking?

Rabastan nodded. “Seems he hasn't lost all of his sense.”

“Where's my brother now?” You asked, anxiety coiling in your cut.

“Outside the door, I imagine.” Rab caught the nervous twitch of your mouth and frowned. “Don't worry about him, love. It'll all be sorted out soon.”

Soon. Your freedom, vanishing like sand through an hour glass.

“Do I need to take you to the infirmary again?” He asked, resting the back of his hand against your forehead. “You've gone pale.”

“Sorry, no, I—it’s just a headache,” you whispered, pulling the duvet up to your chin.

“Fragile thing,” he hummed, smoothing your bedraggled hair. “First your hand, now this. What am I going to do with you?” There was no malice in his voice, but it still stung. You were supposed to be perfect, but instead you were a mess. A shell of yourself.

“I’ll be better,” you said automatically, a phrase you often used to placate your brother. Tears were collecting along your lower lashes.

He shushed you. “None of that. It's alright to be fragile, little doe.”

“I just—I think I need a good nights rest,” you said, taking his big hand and squeezing it. “But thank you for coming to check on me.”

He brushed a kiss to your knuckles. “Of course. But, before I go—” your heart tripped over itself “—my parents are hosting a dinner this weekend, and your family has been invited as guests of honor.”

You almost laughed at the image of your father receiving that news. He'll be smug for a year.

“And I’d like for you to attend as my date,” he finished, thumb smoothing over your knuckles.

“I'd love to,” you whisper, nausea churning in your stomach.

Rabastan beamed, kissing your knuckles again. “I'm glad to hear it. Now, get some rest, my love. And I'll see you at the train station Saturday morning.”

“Goodnight, Rab,” you murmured, lowering your quilt so he could press a kiss to your temple.

“Goodnight, darling.” He blew out the candle by your bed and slipped out of the room. You heard someone shuffle out of his way, muttering an apology.

Thorfinn. You would cringe if you weren't about to faint.

You needed to figure out what the hell your were doing, and you had less than 48 hours to do it.

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miserycanary · 10 months ago

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PLEASE PAINT OVER MY BRUISES ᡣ𐭩

synopsis: pairing: early 30s!Ghost & 20s!reader (can be read as platonic)

synopsis: Ghost as your refuge from your abusive father

tags: angst, verbal abuse, physical abuse, hurt/comfort

| The first meeting was a coincidence.

Shivering from the midnight breeze, you huddled your flimsy sweater close with one hand out to hold your cigarette. One inhale of nicotine got you throwing your head back, forgetting the situation back home that led you to wander the streets at midnight. Busy peering up at the stars in the sky, you didn't notice someone's presence there until you felt your cigarette pulled from your lips and stomped on the ground.

"Dude! Not cool. That was my last," you angrily mumbled, squatting down to see if you could still use it. "Leave it." The voice took you by surprise, tilting your head up to see a hunk of a man, carrying some beers, looking down on you. You took notice of the calloused hand gripping the paper bag, meaning he was probably a lot older than you. Say early 30s? "Easy for you to say," a retort you throw at him. "I don't have money to buy more—" "then don't buy more," he plainly states, looking at you. Standing up, you finally noticed the mask on his face. With a roll of your eyes, you flip him off, grumbling under your breath, “fucking weirdo”.

| The second time was fate's joke.

Groaning and yelling, you kick an empty soda can, cursing out your good-for-nothing father. You ran your fingers through your hair, tears slipping on the corner of your eyes as every part of your body ached in pain. Sniffles turn to sobs, muttering about ending it all as everything seemed to never go your way. The oversized shirt barely concealed the bruises, recent and old, making you wince. “Fuck, I hate this shit,” your eyes got hazy, breathing almost cut short. With minimal effort, you sit by the store’s wall to steady yourself. Face buried in your arms, you— once again— don’t notice his presence.

The first time Ghost met you, he thought you were another rebellious teenager trying to act cool. You didn’t have a job, so he assumed you were a student. When he got home from that first meeting, he could only sigh and hope you’d gone back to your parents. Imagine his surprise when he sees you again, huddling by the store, sobbing. He was not one to manage emotions, so he thought of leaving you alone when a sudden gust of wind caught his attention. Blowing the flimsy fabric on your body, Ghost could see the marks on your body; marks he was too familiar with. Without hesitation, he walked over, pulled you up, and led you to his car. You didn’t even protest. How far gone are you to not even try to fight to live?

The silence on the way to his house was uncomfortable, with your occasional sniffles which turned to hiccups. His eyes glanced at you from the side. With one hand on the steering wheel, he reaches at the back to grab one bottle of water from his bag and hands it to you. “It’s not drugged,” he tried to joke. “I wouldn’t mind if it was,” you mumbled, silencing Ghost from awkwardness. At the end of the night, you found refuge. You were offered a place to stay, some food, clothes, and.. peace and safety. You found something rare that you never want to let go of.

| The rest are blessings.

Opening up to Ghost was relatively easy. Was it because you guys shared the same experience? Was it because he was the first to ask? All you know was you had him now. You would always come to his house when you needed to escape, and he never seemed to push. But the day you finally told him was a time you’d love to keep but forget.

Coming to the place that seemed to be hell on Earth, you were immediately greeted by a chokehold, pressed against the wall. “Fucking brat. What took you so long? Are you out there spreading legs for people, bitch? The apple doesn’t really fall far from the tree. Your bitch mother was also a whore” ‘Ah, it smells like liquor. He’s drunk again’ you thought, eyes drained of life. Next thing you felt was yourself slumping down on the floor with an ache on your face. ‘This motherfucker really punched me’ “If you ever think of following that bitch’s footsteps and leaving me, I’ll fucking kill you.”

Sighing, you pull your legs closer to your chest while your father repeatedly stomps his foot on your legs, then your back. He eventually got tired, leaving after spitting on your face. It took everything in you to force yourself to stand and make your way to your room.

Dread immediately poured in when you noticed every drawer was pulled. “No, no, no, no, no'' you sobbed, rushing to look at the place where you hid your safety money. Feeling nothing, you started to cry, rushing out the door and ignoring the yells from your father. You didn’t know where you were going. Using the only 10 dollars you had left, you took a cab to the only place you know is heaven on Earth.

As soon as the cab pulls up to the familiar house, you storm out of the vehicle. You rush to the door, opening it using a spare key and yelling his name.

“SIMON,” you cried. Footsteps thundered and you see his figure pop up from the kitchen, eyes widening as he takes in your state. It was like all the weight on your shoulders was lifted, your knees buckled. Before you could collapse on the floor, Simon was already by your side.

One arm holding you by your knees and another across your shoulder, he carries to the living room. Sitting down and letting you embrace him from his lap. His warmth calmed you down, your face buried in the crook of his neck. Holding on his shoulders, begging him to keep you safe with tears staining his shirt. He shakes his leg, softly cradling you closer to his chest. “I’m here, I’m here. I won’t let you go, okay?” he mutters, turning your head to him and placing a firm kiss on your forehead. “I will keep you safe. This is the last time you’ll be in pain. I’ll protect you from whatever scares you,” he sighs, wiping away your tears as his other hand rubs soothing circles on your shoulders.

You look at him with a broken smile and profound peace, like he's a savior— a god. For the first time in years, you let yourself succumb to sleep without any worries for your safety.

Maybe this is indeed heaven. You would love that— to be in Simon's safe embrace forever, away from the horrors of the world.

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literaryavenger · 1 year ago

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I love you and I hate it - part 2

Summary: After your fight with Bucky, you put all your efforts into avoiding him, convinced that your friendship is over. Bucky, however, has other plans.

Pairing: Best Friend!Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Warnings: Reader being dramatic. Angst. Language maybe. Minimal use of Y/N. Fluff. My poor attempts at being funny.

Word Count: 4.5K

A/N: I promise I didn't mean to make it this long, but I couldn't help myself, again, and I didn't want to end on another 'cliffhanger' so here it is! hope you like it!

Part 1

Masterlist

Bucky can't believe what he just heard... You like him?

No, you used the word ‘love’. You love him.

Do you love him?

Certainly, he would’ve noticed if you did... Right? He is a trained assassin, he was taught how to see beyond people’s words and actions.

And he knows you, you can deny it all you want, but he knows you better than anyone. He knows you better than he knows himself.

And if he’s being honest, you know him better than anyone ever has, Steve included.

You feel safe, you feel calm. You feel like the peace he’s always wanted, the quiet he needs.

You feel like home. In a platonic way, of course.

Right?

His thoughts of you are interrupted by Sharon’s voice. He didn’t even realize he was back at the party.

"Where did you go?" she asks and, suddenly, her grip on his arm was just a little too tight for his liking. But it was probably nothing.

"I went to check if Y/N was okay."

"Oh." something in her voice felt wrong, but Bucky tried to ignore it, that is until what she said next.

"Why would you even care about her? All she does is embarrass you like before. She’s useful to no one, I heard the only reason she’s even on the team is because she slept her way to it." she laughed like it was the funniest thought in the world, and Bucky couldn’t ignore it anymore.

Not only was she saying hurtful, untrue things about his girl, but she has the audacity to laugh at her own cruelty?

"How dare you?" he does his best not to yell, but his tone still startles Sharon. "Y/N is the best agent in all of Shield, that’s why she got in the team! She’s not an embarrassment, she’s a valued member of our family and she’s my best friend! Of course I care about her, she’s the most important person in my life! Don’t ever talk about her that way again."

Sharon seems shocked at his words but, looking around, she realizes people are starting to stare so she tries her best to defuse the situation. "Alright, I’m sorry, I won’t say things like that again. Let’s just calm down and have a nice rest of the evening, ok?"

In his head Bucky knew her request was reasonable, he could forget about this and keep having fun with his girlfriend. But in his heart he just knew he couldn’t let it go.

The words were coming out of his mouth before he can stop them, not that he even wants to.

"You know what, Sharon? This isn’t working. We have to break up." He doesn’t even give her a chance to say anything before he’s turning around and making his way to his room.

Meanwhile, on the roof, Steve’s trying to talk you down the ledge. Metaphorically speaking, obviously.

"He hates me, Steve." you can't stop the tears.

"Stop saying that, sweetheart, he doesn’t hate you."

"You saw what happened at the party, the way he looked at me. And he heard me say that I love him and walked away like it was nothing." You sniffle. "If he didn’t hate me before, this certainly pushed him off the edge."

Steve has nothing to say to that, he knows Bucky doesn't hate you, but he also knows that you’re too stubborn to hear any reason, especially not right now when you're in the eye of the tornado and can't see a way out.

Right now you need a friend and shoulder to cry on, usually Bucky would take on that role, but, given the circumstances, Steve decides to step up and be that friend.

He wraps his arms around your crying body and holds you as you let it all out. Neither of you say anything else, the only sounds in the dark of the night being your sobs, until eventually you calm down and after a few moments of silence Steve glances down to see you fell asleep.

Not wanting to wake you he carefully picks you up and makes his way to the elevator.

When he gets to the floor you both reside in he finds Sam and Natasha chatting at the kitchen counter, probably about to go to bed after coming up from the party.

Sam gives him a confused look, while Nat seems to understand what is going on right away as she moves without saying a word, walking ahead of Steve towards your room.

She opens the door for him and walks in behind, moving the covers back as he lays you on your bed as carefully as he can, and then Nat delicately takes your heels off before covering you with the duvet.

As they’re leaving your room the door opposite yours opens, revealing a hopeful Bucky but when he sees it’s not you, his face becomes stoic once again. He’s about to ask where you are when Natasha beats him to the punch.

"Leave her alone, Barnes. You’ve hurt her enough already." Is all she says before she steps into her own bedroom.

Bucky looks to his best friend for help but, at his confused face, the blonde super soldier just shakes his head in disappointment and walks away without a word.

Bucky stands there for a few minutes, just staring at your door like he's gonna will you to open it and talk to him.

He sighs and goes back to his room where he spends the next few hours overthinking about you and this whole night, eventually falling into an uneasy sleep.

The next morning when you wake up you feel at peace for about 10 seconds before the events of last night hit you like a truck, and all you can feel is humiliation.

How can you face the team after they witnessed your fight with Bucky?

How can you face Steve after he saw you at your most vulnerable and, apparently, carried you to bed after you cried yourself to sleep?

How can you face Bucky after he heard you say you love him and he walked away from you?

You can’t, that’s the answer.

Should you just move out? Just quit the team, ask Hill to be reassigned? Maybe you could even get transferred to another country...

You’re not overreacting, right? This is a very embarrassing situation and you have every right to want to run away from all of it.

As you’re making up an escape plan in your mind you hear a knock on your door, followed by Steve’s voice. "Hey, are you awake? We just want to make sure you're okay…"

You try to be as silent as you can, slowing down your breathing praying he’ll think you’re sleeping.

You can hear him exchange some muffled words with what sounds like Natasha, and then you hear their footsteps as they walk away, so you let out a relieved sigh.

Okay, step one is definitely getting out of this room, it’s just the most obvious place where to look for you.

You get up and out of your awfully classy dress, take a shower being sure to clean away all the makeup from last night and put on the most comfortable sweats you own.

Just as you’re opening the door you can see Bucky opening his about to get out and, in a panic move, you run back inside your room and slam the door shut.

Very subtle, yes.

You rest your back against the door and can hear him sigh and then walk away.

You wait a few minutes, just to be sure, and then relax a little. Your plan was to go to the gym and work out a bit, but now all you can think about is getting the hell out of this compound.

You grab your purse, make sure to have your phone and keys in it and open the door, making sure no one’s around before getting out.

You’re practically running, taking the stairs for good measure, and in a flash you’re at the garage. You jump in your car and drive away as fast as you can without breaking the law, not even knowing where to go.

Once you’re in the city you stop at a cafe for breakfast near your favorite book store, the one you and Bucky have visited together a hundred times.

Okay, stop that. No more thinking about Bucky.

You spend the rest of the day just going from one store to the other, stopping to have lunch at the diner you always go to when you’re in the city, and trying not to kick yourself for not being able to stop thinking about Bucky.

Seriously, why can’t you stop thinking about him?

It doesn’t help the fact that every one of your favorite places has at least a hundred and twelve memories of Bucky.

God, have you ever gone anywhere on your own in the last two years?

The more memories come to mind the more you think that maybe transferring wouldn’t be such a bad idea. Go somewhere new, get a fresh start.

When it starts getting dark you decide to drive back to the compound, but when you park and turn the car off you can’t find it in yourself to get out.

You take out your phone, which you’ve been ignoring all day, and go through all the messages of your worried friends, hating yourself a little more when you catch yourself looking for his name in your notifications.

Just as you’re about to answer Tony’s texts first, you get a call from Steve. You stare at your phone, unsure if you can stomach answering him right now, but your decision is rendered moot when someone taps against your car window.

Your head snaps towards it and you let out a breath of relief when you see Steve standing there, holding his phone and using it to tap on your window again.

You close your eyes for a second but resign to your fate as you gather your things and get out of the car.

When you lock your car you turn to see that Steve moved to be leaning on the trunk of your car, so you join him and wait for him to say something, not knowing what to say yourself.

"So," he starts, with his arm folded in front of his chest and looking at his shoes "you’re avoiding all of us now?" You let out a sigh, feeling bad for hurting his feelings.

"I’m sorry, Steve. I just…" you can’t even look at him as you talk, so you just look ahead of you at all the cars "I’m just embarrassed. After everything that happened last night, I don’t know… God, you even carried me to bed like a child." you cover your face with your hands.

You finally look at him when you hear him chuckling. "That’s what friends do, Y/N. They lean on each other." he bumps your shoulder with his playfully.

"I know we’re not as close as you and Bucky, but I am your friend too. I’m not gonna judge you for last night, I just want to make sure you’re okay. That’s what we all want. You made us worry that you might run away on us." He says the last part as a joke, but you can’t help looking away from him.

That’s exactly what you wanted to do.

You bite your lip as he keeps looking at you and you feel like he can see the gears turning in your head, like your thoughts are so loud and your guilt so visible that he knows right away he was right on the money.

"Y/N…" it’s almost a warning, but you still can’t find the courage to look at him. "You were seriously thinking of running away?!" he seems almost shocked.

"Okay, it’s not like I’m a teenager running away in the middle of the night after a fight with her parents!" you finally look at him. "I was just considering… I don’t know, maybe asking for a transfer?"

"So you actually want to leave the team just because you had a fight with Bucky?" He scoffs.

"It’s not just the fight, Steve, he knows I love him and he doesn’t even care!" You yell before sighing and lovering your voice.

"Do you realize how much that hurts? And now I’m supposed to, what? Just go back to how things used to be? Pretend like nothing happened? Even if we’re not friends anymore, he lives across the hall from me! I’m bound to see him and it’s gonna hurt every fucking time!" You’re almost crying, again, but you hold back not wanting to go through that again and you look away.

"I know it hurts, trust me, sweetheart, but… what about us?" you look at him again as he goes on. "We’re your team too. We’re your friends, we’re your family... You can’t just leave us. I'm not saying it's gonna be easy, but we can help you make it better. We all care about you a lot." It’s honestly a miracle you’re not crying already. You feel him take your hand, but don’t look away from his face.

"Please let us help you." you squeeze his hand and nod, not trusting your voice not to break and the flood to hit as soon as you open your mouth.

He smiles at you and you can’t help but do the same. "Good. Then let’s go up and have dinner like we always do." He starts walking and taking you with him, his hand still in yours.

While you’re waiting for the elevator you can’t hold yourself back as you turn to him and give him a tight hug. "Thank you."

He hugs you back just as tight. "Anytime, rookie." you snort and let go of him, giving him a punch in the arm you’re sure he didn’t even feel as he laughs with you.

When you get to the big kitchen most of the team is already there and you sit down next to Natasha while Steve sits at her other side.

The seat next to you is quickly occupied by Sam as he bings the pizza to the table. He gives you a side hug and squeezes your arm in sympathy but aside from that nobody even mentioned what happened last night, which you're grateful for.

You eat like always, having conversations, laughing and teasing each other like normal, you didn’t feel like anyone was pitying you and you realized Steve was right: these people are your family, you could never leave them.

And, as you watch Loki and Peter trying to make you laugh by messing with Thor’s hair, putting tiny umbrellas in it while he's not looking, you just know they’re gonna help you through everything.

What makes you sad to notice is that one brooding super soldier is missing, though you don’t bring it up for fear of opening that particular door.

And that’s how you spend the next few weeks: avoiding anything and everything that has to do with Bucky, including the man himself.

You start training with Natasha and realize how easy Bucky went on you.

You do more missions with Sam and Steve and realize that missions aren't as fun for everybody as they were for you and Bucky.

You hang out during your down time with pretty much everyone and realize that you couldn’t have as much fun with everyone as you had with Bucky.

So yeah, as much as you could avoid Bucky and talking about him to anybody, he lived rent free in your head.

Fun, huh?

It also didn’t help the look that Steve gave you every time you basically ran out of a room as soon as you caught a glimpse of your former best friend.

Everybody noticed the change in your friendship, but it felt like they all took a silent oath to not mention anything to either of you, and you were glad they were respecting your choice to stay away from Bucky.

He, on the other hand, was going crazy.

He hasn’t seen you in weeks, except for those few seconds before you realize he’s in the same room and run away.

He doesn’t hear your voice unless he’s eavesdropping on you with someone else, but even then he never hears his name come out of your mouth.

Nobody will tell him anything about you, the only thing he can get out of Steve is ‘she’s okay, just give her time’.

He’s been trying his best to give you the space you need, but he feels like he’ll lose his mind if he doesn’t hear you say his name soon.

It’s been a month of successfully and not so subtly avoiding Bucky.

There was one time where, as the team about to land for a mission, he got much too close to you for your liking and you thought he was about to say something so you grabbed a parachute and quite literally jumped out the jet, then walked the rest of the way to the Hydra base.

Everyone had to wait for you, some annoyed, but most found the situation too amusing to be bothered by it.

Anyway.

You’re at the gym for an early morning workout, a habit you took to when you started avoiding Bucky.

You know he usually stays up at night. Occasionally because he still gets nightmares, usually because his overthinking mind tortures him until early hours. So he uses mornings to sleep in when he doesn’t have missions.

You’re on the treadmill when you hear the doors of the gym open behind you but think nothing of it, assuming it’s just Steve replacing his morning run with a workout because it’s too hot to run outside.

When you don’t hear him say anything, you’re about to turn your head to see who it is, but before you can do anything you feel two hands, one cold and one hot, on your waist.

You squeal when they pick you up and take you away from the treadmill, setting you down on the ground in front of it before turning off the machine.

"Bucky, what the fuck?! I could’ve gotten hurt!" you were so shocked you didn’t even fully realize you were actually talking to the person you’ve spent so much time and effort avoiding, or that you were walking backwards while Bucky was getting closer to you.

"Oh please, I’d ever let you get hurt." he’s sounds almost amused, like this is a normal thing between you two, but the truth is he’s just happy that you’re actually talking to him.

When your back hits the wall you realize too late that it’s Bucky in front of you and suddenly you’re looking around you to find a way to escape. But all you find is that he’s successfully trapped you between the wall and his body, his hands on the wall at either side of your head.

You swallow hard and if he notices he doesn’t say anything, but your brain is too busy registering the warmth of his body so close to yours to even be ashamed right now.

"Is this the only way I’ll get to talk to you now?" you almost miss his question, your eyes snapping up to meet his and, where you expected to see a smug look at having caught you not only off guard but also ogling, you found a frown and a slight pout.

Something about the hurt on his face stopped you from lying or straight up kicking him so he’d move and you could run away.

No, Bucky was your best friend, you’ve always felt the need to be honest with him ever since that first day, and even now you owe it to him to tell him nothing but the truth.

"I just need time." You hoped he understood.

"How much more time do you need?" Apparently not.

"I don’t know, can’t you just be patient?" You can't believe you really have to ask him this.

"It’s been a month, doll, I think I’ve been plenty patient. Are you planning on avoiding me forever?"

"Not forever… just… I don’t know." If you were being honest with yourself, you didn’t know how long you would’ve kept on avoiding him.

You were so busy doing the actual avoiding that you didn’t take the time to think about when you’d be able to stop.

You let out a sigh, but didn’t look away from his eyes for a second. He needs to know you meant every word you're about to say. "I was hurting, Bucky. I still am. I get that you have a girlfriend-"

"I broke up with her." he interrupts you.

"You… What?" you weren’t expecting that. "When?"

"The night of our fight. I would’ve told you sooner but it was hard to catch you, you know, with you avoiding me and everything."

You almost lost your train of thought, but it didn’t matter that he was single, he was still the first one to walk away, why was it so wrong for you to do it now?

"It doesn’t matter… I know you don’t owe me anything, but you walked away from me. From my feelings." you can see Bucky’s confusion so, before he can say anything, you explain yourself.

"That night on the roof. I know you were there, you heard me say that I loved you and you walked away like it was nothing. Like I was nothing. I know you don’t like me like that, and I can live with that in time, but it hurt. It still hurts." you don’t know what you were expecting him to say, but it definitely wasn’t he says next.

"Do you remember the day we met?" you furrow your brows in confusion but he waits for you to nod before he keeps going. "We’ve never really talked about it, have we? It's ironic since we’ve talked about pretty much every topic we could possibly come up with. But that day, you introduced yourself and I just got up and walked away. Kind of what you’ve been doing this past few weeks." he chuckles a bit and you have the impression he's getting closer to your face, but you're probably just imagining that.

"Yeah, I thought I did something wrong, but you were just a rude bitch." he laughs and you can’t help but smile.

"I’m sorry about that, I just… the second I saw you I felt weird. And when you talked to me it was too much, I couldn’t handle it. I didn’t know what I was feeling and my brain just screamed at me to get out, so I did. Then you came to my door and said all those nice things and that weird feeling started to feel more and more comfortable as you talked. It was nice. Then we became friends and I guess I just dismissed that feeling as friendship. It was a different type of friendship that I’d never had... But then again I’ve never been this close to a woman. Emotionally speaking, of course." His hand comes to cup your cheek and you can’t speak, so he takes the opportunity to say everything he needs to say.

"This month has been hell for me, doll. I’ve missed you more than I’ve ever missed anybody in my entire life. Not being able to spend time with you, joke around, talk to you, barely even see you. It's been driving me insane. Being away from you for so long made me realize what that feeling was. You’re not just my best friend, you’re my person. You’re my calm, and my reason. You’re my happiness, my home. You’re the love of my life."

"What?" you're basically whispering, so quietly you’re sure he wouldn’t have heard you if he didn’t have super hearing.

"I love you too, doll. I love you." he holds your face in his hands "I love you."

You feel like your brain shut down all of a sudden. You barely know how to breathe, let alone talk. All you can do is stare at him, the look he's giving you making you weak in the knees.

"You’re killing me here, doll. For the love of god, say something, angel." The nickname seems to snap you out of it, and there's only one thing in your mind left to ask.

"If you love me, why didn’t you tell me on the roof?" He let out a deep sigh, you can feel his breath on your lips, but you try your hardest to focus on his words and not his lips.

"For one I was still with Sharon. And I didn’t really know what I was feeling. Also, I wasn’t even sure you were serious. Honestly, I was just confused about the whole thing, and still mad about the fight. Nothing good would’ve come from me staying and talking to you that night. I probably would’ve ended up hurting you more." All that makes a lot of sense, sure, but it doesn't change the fact that it hurt.

The look in Bucky’s face at the moment though makes you want to forgive him right this second and let this whole thing go. Pretend like the last month didn’t happen.

So that’s what you do.

"What if…" you start, looking back and forth between his eyes and his lips "what if we forget all of this happened?"

"No." he answered so fast and firmly that it made you furrow your eyebrows in confusion and disappointment. "I don’t want to forget anything about us, doll. Good or bad, it’s all worth it, as long as it ends with you in my arms."

You're melting and can't hold yourself back, you grab his face and bring his lips down to yours.

He freezes, probably not expecting it, but when you're about to pull away, he holds your face to keep you there, deepening the kiss.

After a few moments you hear someone clear their throat and almost throw Bucky off of you, looking behind him while he turns to see who it is and you see Steve and Sam standing there, amused looks on their faces.

"We were just talking." You blurted out and Sam cracked and almost doubled over with laughter.

"Really?" Steve said while raising an eyebrow, almost exasperated and knowing damn well what you were doing.

"Sure they were, Steve, she was obviously trying to get the word out of his mouth!" Sam said to the blonde, still laughing his ass off.

"Oh, of course she was. Tell us, sweetheart, what did you find in Bucky’s mouth?" Steve was now laughing too, and you were so embarrassed you hid your face in Bucky’s chest.

He wrapped his arms around you, barely glaring at the two laughing idiots. "Ok, just get out of here, punks." Fortunately for once in their lives they decided to actually listen and left, their laughs echoing through the halls.

"You okay there, doll?" Bucky was now chuckling at your embarrassment.

You raised your head and, meeting his eyes, you said "I can’t believe Captain Dumbass is making fun of us for kissing."

He started laughing and you gladly joined him, looking forward to making up for the time you missed with him, unknowingly promising each other to never let go of the other ever again.

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I won’t say I’m in love: Agatha Harkness x fem!reader

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Requested by: Anonymous

Pairing: Agatha Harkness x fem!reader, Platonic!Wanda Maximoff x fem!reader

Summary: You arrived at Westview with your best friend Wanda to try to start a new life, but the thing is that you didn’t know a certain witch that you had met centuries ago was already living in the town, you don´t want to accept you still have feelings for her, Agatha keeps trying to talk to you, and Wanda seeing the situation decides to make a plan to get the two of you to talk to each other.

Warnings: None.

Word count: +9.2k

Author’s note: Hi, this was a requested story and this was one of the first stories I wrote three years ago, I had posted them on Tumblr on my old account, but due to my mental health, I had to take a break from Tumblr and the toxicity and hate that had suddenly increased, I deleted all of my stories and my old account, now I have decided to upload them again here on Tumblr and also on Ao3.Also In this story Wanda doesn’t have the town under her mind control, Wanda and you are just trying to live your best life.

I hope all of you enjoy this!

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If there’s a prize for rotten judgement,

I guess I’ve already won that

“Hey, do you want to come with me to the grocery store?” Wanda asked you and you looked away from the window to face her.

“Yes, I would love to, I want to buy some things too” You walked towards her and took your phone from the table.

“Like some candies?” Wanda’s eyebrows went up and down several times.

“No, not only candies Wanda, I want to buy more things than just candies” That was not true, you just wanted to buy some candies, but you were not going to let Wanda know it.

“Yes of course” Wanda playfully rolled her eyes and with a smile on her face she passed one of her arms around your shoulders and pulled you closer to her.

“Then let’s go for more than just candies, shall we?”

You laughed and decided not to say anything else.

She opened the door and you were the first one to walked out of your house, and waited for her to lock the door.

You really liked being here, the weather in this town was pretty good and the people that lived here were nice, people seemed to like you as well as Wanda, it was a good change for the two of you, the people here knew you were former avengers and the town seemed to be fond of you, they were kind on Wanda too and you were grateful that they didn’t look to be scared of her anymore.

When you and Wanda had arrived at Eastview you saw the state in which the town was and the two of you decided to help them a little, she used her magic to help people, she helped them to restore some of the houses and you helped them solve some problems, you knew what had happened had affected everyone so you tried to give them some advices, you had even created a committee with different people to organize events for the people to entertain themselves.

Wanda used her magic to build new and different things, she had even made a community pool, parks and new establishments for the people here.

They were really grateful and always said hi to you when they saw you, Sarah or as she preferred to be called: Dottie, she was the one in charge of the committee, she was a really good leader and always saw for everyone’s interests.

Wanda and the people even agreed to change the city’s name, so now you were living in Westview, you really liked the name and you could say the residents liked the change, it was a good change and everyone seemed to be happy.

If you were honest, you were really happy to live here, you were finally starting to feel alright, finally you could live a peaceful life.

“Hey doll, where are you going” Oh no, that voice, you knew very well that beautiful voice.

You’ve never thought you were going to see Agatha Harkness again, the last time you saw her had been centuries ago, when the two of you were still in New Salem,

You really thought you would never meet her again, but when Wanda and you first arrived at the town and settled down in your new shared house, you weren’t waiting for Agatha to welcome you to the block.

“Hi Agatha, we’re going to the grocery store” Wanda had locked the door and now she was walking towards you with a smirk on her face.

You really didn’t want to turn yourself around, because you knew you were going to be greeted by a pair of baby blue eyes.

Wanda came to your side and she intertwined her arm with yours, you didn’t have any other option but to turned your body around.

“That’s amazing, I was just going on my way to the store as well, what if the three of us go together? Many hands can be more helpful that just a pair, don’t you think sweetheart?” She was asking you and you just nodded, but when she winked at you, you couldn’t take it, it was too much, you were conflicted, you had thought that the crush you used to have on her centuries ago had died, but now after seeing her again; when you saw her at your door with flowers in her hands, you realized you still had a slight crush on her.

You were pretty sure that if you ignored her, the feeling would go away, so that was the plan you had made.

“Don’t shy away darling, you’re alright with me” You had to bury the urges you felt to roll your eyes, why was she so flirty?

“C'mon, let’s go” Wanda said to you and you nodded, with your arm linked to hers, you left your front porch and walked towards Agatha, she placed herself next to Wanda and you were grateful for that.

Agatha was eyeing you with curiosity, she never thought she was going to see you again and certainly not in this town, she still remembered you, how couldn’t she?

You were the youngest witch of them all but you were the smartest, you were always eager to know more, you were always studying and trying to gather more information, you were younger than her, but only for some centuries, but you looked the same just as when you were still back in the coven.

She had tried to get to talk to you again, many times, but every time she tried, you would always hide yourself next to Wanda.

She didn’t care, she really wanted to talk to you, many things had passed since those years back in New Salem, and she really wanted to mend things, but she couldn’t mend anything if you didn’t let her.

She knew what she had done in the past but she really wanted to make things different, of course Agatha wasn’t going to let this opportunity pass.

“So, what have you been up to ladies?” Agatha asked again, you really didn’t want to answer so you just let Wanda talk all the way to the store, you could feel Agatha´s eyes on you the whole time but you refused to even look at her, not even a little.

You had wished you didn’t come with them; it was really hard trying not to laugh at Agatha´s jokes and stories, she was really funny but you weren’t supposed to laugh at what she said.

“And then Dottie kept saying someone had stolen her scrap book with all the pictures of her decorations, but I found it under her table, can you believe it? She was blushing furiously and I couldn’t help but laugh, I don´t understand how she is the one managing the committee Wanda, I think y/n would be the best for that position, she´s always been responsible and likes the order, have you thought about it sweetheart” Why was she doing this? You slightly bit your lip and built the courage to finally look at her.

“I don´t like being in charge Agatha” You softly said to her while looking for a brief moment right into her eyes.

You saw she opened her mouth to say something but you had already arrived at the supermarket, so you quickly went to opened the door and entered to it, it was better if you went to get lost for a while in the different isles.

When you disappeared into the store Wanda looked Agatha an apologetical look, she could see the way Agatha felt disappointed that you didn’t want to talk to her, Wanda knew you had met her years ago, but you hadn’t told her the entire story and she guessed there was more that you were hiding.

“I´m sorry Agatha” She said to her and gave her a small smile, Agatha sighed and she tried to smile a little.

“It´s alright, I understand why she doesn’t want to talk to me” Wanda got an amazing idea, she could see the way you looked at Agatha when you thought no one else was looking, but she noticed the nostalgic look on your face whenever Agatha was around, she could sense Agatha´s mood as well, and she was sure the two of you liked each other, but you were stubborn and Agatha was lost, so she would have to help the two of you to figure this out.

“C´mon let´s buy what we need, I´m pretty sure she will come around if you give her some time” Wanda said opening the door and she let Agatha entered to the store first.

If only Wanda knew how much time you had taken away from her, Agatha thought.

No girl is worth the aggravation

That’s ancient history, been there, done that

“She really likes you; you know that?” Wanda said to you when you came back to your house, you left the chocolates Agatha had gifted to you on the table and chuckled at Wanda’s comment.

“She even gave to you, your favorite chocolates, how does she know which ones are you favorites?” Wanda wondered; how could she even have known that?

You bit your lip; you were not going to answer that to her, it would give her all the information you wanted to keep hidden from her, it wasn’t the fact that you had already lived centuries or that Agatha was a witch, Wanda already knew all of that information, you had been friends for years and Agatha being a witch was too obvious for her, the dark-haired woman didn’t care much about showing her powers from time to time.

You couldn’t even believe that when you arrived next to Wanda after thirty minutes of hiding from Agatha in the different isles and even looking into the mirrors hanging on the ceilings to look for Agatha and hide whenever you saw she was walking to you, in the end Agatha came towards you and Wanda with a box of chocolates, they were your favorites, and even you would have wanted to say no and refused to accept them, you couldn’t say no to her and you took them and thanked Agatha for the gesture, you really tried not to think a lot about the fact that even after centuries she still remembered what you liked, it had touched your heart, but you were trying really hard no to feel anything more than just some kind of gratitude for the gesture, not more, it was just a simple nice gesture from a neighbor to another one to show their gratitude, or at least you were trying to convince your heart of that.

“That’s not true, she’s just flirty, she’s that way, that’s her nature Wanda” the simple thought made you feel sad, but that was the truth, you kept saying that to yourself.

“Also, I don’t even like her, she’s insufferable, with all her endearments and fake kindness” You huffed, there was no way you could like her, not again.

“I didn’t say you liked her” You felt your face getting warmer and nervousness took over you, but you weren’t going to let Wanda know that.

“I’m just saying” You said to her and went to take a glass to pour some water in it.

“You know you loved when she calls you doll or sweetheart” Wanda followed you into the kitchen and you felt your face almost burning and you saw the grin on her face, she walked towards you with a hand on her hip.

“That’s not true, why would I love it? She calls you the same, just as everyone else, she even calls Dottie like that” You weren’t going to admit that you really wished she only called you like that, no, no wait, you didn’t even care.

“But that’s not my problem, because I don’t care about it” You ran a hand through your hair, but why were you raising your voice a little?

“Can we please stop talking about her? I don’t want to keep thinking about her” What had you said?

“I mean, talking about her, I don´t want to keep talking about her, she´s not that important” You saw the smirk on Wanda’s face and before she could say something you left the kitchen and went to your room, you almost ran upstairs, you didn’t want to keep talking to Wanda about this, or to anyone else.

You just wanted to stop thinking about her, it was not worthy to keep thinking on her.

Lying in your bed you couldn’t stop your mind from wandering and thinking about your years in the Coven, but you couldn’t help, even after centuries, the memories were fresh as if it had been yesterday.

You had arrived at the Coven and Agatha had been the one who welcomed you to your new home, she was always so kind towards you, she protected you from the older mean girls who tended to make jokes about you, she had even threatened some girls and since that moment no one made a bad comment about you.

You remembered the long night talks you used to have with her looking at the shining moon in the forest, all the dates you had down the river and how you played, throwing water at each other.

You had fallen for her once and she had left you there alone, you were not going to fall for her again, she had already broken your heart once centuries ago, and you were not going to let her do it again, you were smarter than before and you better knew to stay away from love.

Love was just something that could take you up really high but the next moment you knew, it could drop you without a warning, and that was what made love so dangerous for you, it was something you couldn’t control, love was something no one could manage, love was unstable and always changing, you really were afraid of it.

You didn’t want to get hurt again.

A knock on your door made you come back to reality.

“Hey, Dottie called saying she needs my help, she asked if I could help her to prepare a party, most of the committee will be there, do you want to come?” You knew Agatha was going to be there and you didn’t want to encounter her again, you knew it would be too much for your heart.

“No, I don´t want to go, I´ll stay here in my bed” You said while covering yourself with the cover of your bed and hiding your face in the pillow.

“Ok, if you need something you can call me” Said Wanda while closing your door, this was her chance, she wasn’t going to help Dottie prepared a party, she was going to speak to Agatha about what was going on, she needed answers and you weren’t going to give them to her, so her second best option was to personally talk to Agatha.

Who d'you think you’re kidding?

She’s the earth and heaven to you

Wanda didn’t understand why you didn’t want to talk to Agatha, whenever she tried to approach you, you would always come to her side to avoid talking to the dark-haired woman, she could sense your state whenever she was close to you, you weren’t angry or afraid, she could sense a bit of nervousness and shyness, sometimes you were a little upset but the moment Agatha said something funny, even if you didn’t laugh she could sense the way your mood changed, she could tell deep inside her stories and jokes made you laugh internally and when Agatha gave you the chocolates, Wanda felt how your mood changed, you were feeling a little off and the next moment you received the candies she sensed in you a cheerful state, even though you were trying hard to hide from her what you were feeling, you couldn’t at all, she was the closest person to you and she knew you very well, she knew you were years older than her, but she was amazed about how even you were wise and smart, when it came to love you were so stubborn and didn’t know what to do.

It didn’t matter to her that she was younger, she saw you as if you were her sister, you were family and she only wanted to help you with this.

Knocking on Agatha´s door she waited some minutes until the older woman finally opened the door.

“Wanda? What are you doing here?” Agatha was surprised, she wasn’t waiting for the witch to come.

“Where´s y/n?” Wanda smiled at the question; it was clearly that this woman was head over heels for you.

“She´s in her room sleeping, I wanted to come here to talk to you about her” Agatha grew concerned, had something happened to you? You were always with her and when Wanda was outside you were always there with her, it was even weird to see Wanda without you.

Wanda felt the concerned state of the woman in front of her and gave her a soft smile.

“She´s alright, you don’t have to worry, I came here because I´ve seen the way you two look at each other, I know she met you years ago but she hasn’t told me everything, and I really want to understand what is going on” Agatha took a deep breath and nodded.

“Come inside please, I´ll make some tea” Wanda grinned and she entered to the house.

Wanda waited in Agatha´s living room, the white curtains on her opened window looked great, the decorations of her house were elegant, the entire place looked really fancy and everything was in order, the books in the shelves were in alphabetical order and there was no trace of coffee stains in the couches.

“Here take it, be careful it´s hot” Agatha handed her a cup of tea and she gladly accepted

The older woman sat in front of her in the other couch and she took a sip of her hot tea before talking again.

“What do you want me to tell you?” Asked Agatha with a sad look on her face, Wanda felt bad for the woman.

“You can tell me what you want me to know, I know y/n hasn’t told me anything because I can tell that whatever that happened, she still feels affected by it” Wanda saw the way Agatha closed her eyes and she put the cup of tea on the small table next to her and then she put her elbows on her knees.

“I know I hurt her a lot, and I don´t have the right to try to talk to her again, not after centuries, but I love her” Agatha said while covering part of her face with her left hand.

“We met when we were still in the coven, in 1986, we hit off pretty well, we were together all the time, we never were without the other, I taught her different things, I fell in love with her and she fell for me, you don´t know how happy I was, she made the happiest girl” Wanda was going to say something but she saw that Agatha wanted to keep talking so she let her talk

“But then I made mistakes, I found dark books, they talked about a lot of power, dark secrets and obscure but powerful knowledge, I wanted power, I wanted more knowledge and I started to ignore her, I said awful things to her when she told me that what I was doing could make me follow a dark path, I said to her that I never wanted to see her again and then I left the coven” Agatha could hear Agatha´s voice trembling, she was sure the older woman was crying.

“But when I realized that she was the only thing I needed, I regretted everything, I went back to look for her but she wasn’t there anymore, she had left the coven months before I left, I swear to you Wanda I tried searching for her, the connection we had, it was amazing, I was able to feel her, I could feel her, I tried to feel her and her magic but I couldn’t never find her, I couldn’t because she didn’t want me to find her” Agatha lifted her face to look at Wanda and the younger woman saw the regret and grief the woman in front of her was feeling.

Wanda couldn’t believe how many centuries you and Agatha had been feeling the same, she understood how losing someone felt, and she didn’t want you to keep feeling the same way, Wanda could tell that Agatha really regretted what she had done, but she also had seen for weeks how Agatha had tried to approach you and talk to you, she had seen the many gifts Agatha had brought to you or left them on your door, like that time when huge floral arrangement was left in your front porch, but she didn’t understand how you had known it had been Agatha, it didn’t have any name nor any card.

“I´m curious, three weeks ago when a huge floral arrangement was left in our house, that was you right? But How did y/n know it had been you?” She wasn’t sure if it was the best time to ask that.

“Because they were violets and when we were in the coven, I used to give them to her almost all the time, that´s how I knew she would know it was me, you don´t know how I felt when I first saw her again, centuries looking for her and when I saw her again weeks ago at your door, I couldn’t believe it, I felt as if my soul had left my body, my heart leapt and I felt as if I could finally breathe again” Agatha kept saying with more tears rolling down her eyes.

Wanda was touched by the sight, she knew you and Agatha were having a hard time, but now that the two of you had met by pure coincidence, she was sure the two of you needed to talk.

It would be hard because Wanda was sure you weren’t going to talk to Agatha any time soon, she knew you were hurt by Agatha´s actions, but she could also see how much this woman wanted to make things right, she also could see that you really, really liked Agatha but you kept denying it, it would be hard but not impossible, she was going to make things work out for the two of you.

Try to keep it hidden, Honey we can see right through you

Girl you can’t conceal it

When you woke up again you weren’t sure what time it was or how much time you had passed sleeping, but the sun wasn’t peeking through your window anymore and it was a little dark, stretching in your bed you decided to go check if Wanda was already back.

Checking the hour on your phone you sat on your bed, it was already 5:00 pm, and you felt surprised, you slept for two hours straight.

You headed downstairs and noticed that Wanda hadn’t arrived yet, you supposed she was just talking to the other women, she really liked that many people here considered her a friend, you were happy for her, in this town no one was afraid of her or her powers, and that made you feel happy for her, finally she had more friends and you felt proud of how much she seemed to be more confident with people.

The chocolate box that Agatha had given to you was still on the table and you couldn’t help but smile a little, she really remembered what you liked.

You went to take the chocolate box in your hands and softly run your hands through the pretty box.

You really didn’t want the feeling you knew very well to keep growing inside you, your heart kept melting at her gestures towards you, she even remembered the flowers you liked and she had sent them to you, the violets had been a really nice gift but when you thought about what she had told you that last day you´d seen her, you didn’t want to see the flowers anymore.

It was the same with those chocolates, you didn’t know what to do, you had thought that the love for her had died years ago, but seeing her again made feel what you didn´t want to say out loud.

What if she´s just playing around, you didn’t even know if she had changed, what if she hadn’t and now, she was just here to take more power than she already had?

You didn’t know, you didn’t want to admit what you were feeling, what if you let her into your heart again, you were afraid that she could make you believe she loved you with all her heart and then she would just leave when she wanted, you didn’t want to have another heartbreak and for the same person, you thought that it was not worthy to pass through that again.

This was for the best.

You heard the door of your house being opened and you panicked, you didn’t want Wanda to notice that you had been holding the box so you quickly threw it to the side, but the loud sound that it made when it fell to the floor made your eyes wide opened, you quickly went to the other side of the table to pick the box from the floor and you quickly placed it back on the table.

“What were you doing?” Wanda asked you while she turned the lights on, you tried to smile and went to hug her.

“Nothing, how was the meeting?” You quickly questioned waiting for her to believe you.

You could see the smirk on Wanda´s face and you didn’t know if you should feel nervous or annoyed, it was the expression she held lately.

“You were checking the chocolates, huh?” Again, there was that annoying smirk on her face.

“What? That´s not true, I just, I heard you were coming and I came here running, that´s all, why would I even check that box?” Before she could say something else you talked again.

“So, how was the meeting?” Wanda squinted her eyes at you and you felt as if she could see right through you.

“It was great, we´re having dinner tomorrow with Agatha” You frowned, had you heard right?

“Excuse me, what?” Wanda couldn’t contain her laugh

“We´re having dinner tomorrow at Agatha´s house, she kindly invited us” Wanda couldn’t hide the smirk” on her face

“And why did you say yes for me? When did I say I wanted to have dinner in her house? I do not want to” You said with a pout on your face, both of your hands resting on your hips.

“You can´t say no, I already agreed, and we´re going, don´t be afraid, she doesn’t bite” You couldn’t believe it, you had been trying to avoid Agatha at all costs for the whole week and now you were going to have dinner in her house.

“Alright but you own me one” You said to her and then you pursed your lips.

“Yes, yes, of course” Wanda rolled her eyes playfully and then you went back to your room, to proceed and think what you were going to do tomorrow.

We know how you’re feeling

Who you thinking of?

The next day when you woke up, you didn’t know why you were feeling so nervous, was it because you were going to see Agatha? No, no, that couldn’t be, she was just your neighbor, you didn’t need to feel nervous about this.

What should you wear? Something elegant? Something casual? Why were you stressing about this, it was just a simple dinner with your neighbor, that was it, nothing more.

Maybe taking a shower could help you to calm yourself, so after thirty minutes when you went out of the shower and you went to choose your outfit, you still couldn’t choose what to wear, why was this so hard? She always saw you with your normal clothes, so then why were you so nervous about this.

Stop, you said to yourself while taking a deep breath, it´s alright, you don’t have to stress yourself, it´s just a dinner with your neighbor, something normal, it was like when you attended with Wanda to Dottie´s parties, so this did not need to be different.

(You swoon you sigh why deny it oh oh)

It’s too cliche I won’t say I’m in love

Agatha was just your neighbor and that, yes, she had been your girlfriend centuries ago, but that was in the past, you didn’t have to think about that now, no, no, not now.

Wanda distracted you by knocking on your door when you said her, she could come in she opened the door and entered, she saw you were in pajamas and different clothes were spread on your bed.

Wanda started to giggle, because it was clear for her that you were having a hard time trying to choose what to wear.

“What´s going on? You haven’t come to downstairs for breakfast” You frowned and checked the time on your phone, it was already 12:30 pm, and you had woken up at 8:00 am, you couldn’t believe you had been wasting this time just thinking what you should wear to the dinner.

“I´m was cleaning my closet a little, that´s all” Of course Wanda didn’t believe you but she wasn’t going to let you know that.

“You know, I´m pretty sure she won´t mind what you wear, you´ll look great in whatever you want to wear, you don´t need to impress anyone, being you is the best option always, and I´m sure Agatha will love it” You were astonished by her words, she didn’t even let you answer her, she just smiled at you and then she just left your room closing the door behind her.

You just stood there in the middle of your room, processing her words.

I thought my heart had learned its lesson

It feels so good when you start out

Agatha was having her own existential crisis, she couldn’t believe Wanda had told her to make dinner and that she would bring you to her house, she couldn’t believe Wanda was trying to help her, she was really grateful for that but she couldn’t believe it.

You were going to have dinner at her house, she was freaking out, you, the love of her life was coming in just some hours.

Yes, even after centuries, you were still the love of her life, she told you that hundreds of years ago, and she was going to tell you that again, she just wanted to get you back, finally she could see you.

She knew that the cause of her own suffering had being her own fault, but she was young and she was stupid to let you go, this time, Agatha was not going to make the same mistakes, she needed you, and it hurt her so much to see you and not being able to hug you.

Agatha needed you, you had been her everything and all these years that she wasn’t with you was a constant pain in her life, she felt like there was something missing in her life, and that had been you, when she saw you again that day you had arrived at town, she promised herself to get you back, and she was not going to let you go this time.

She would even beg you if it was necessary, the love she had for you was still there, untouched, the love she felt for you never faded away.

She was sure this could be her only chance and she was not going to let it pass.

She wished that you let her talk to you, it didn’t matter if you just let her talk to you for some minutes, she needed to apologize to you and say to you how much she still missed you and loved you.

She really hoped you would let her approach you this time.

Agatha was almost breaking her head, what should she make for dinner? Did she need to make something fancy? What if it was too much? She didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable, she wanted that you had a nice evening, she wanted to make something for you, should she buy some flowers too? What about some candles? Calm down, Agatha, she thought to herself and tried to think on what to do.

An idea crossed her mind and she smiled, she thought that could be the best, she needed her magic for what she needed so she started to work on it.

My head is screaming “Get a grip girl

Unless you’re dying to cry your heart out

You couldn’t eat anything because you felt a little anxious, you were tensed, you had decided to just wear your favorite clothes, they were the clothes you really liked and you felt comfortable with, you had listened to Wanda´s advised and even that had helped you earlier, you still feel like if you had a knot in your stomach, you were excited but at the same time you were feeling scared.

You needed to calm down, you repeated to yourself many times in your head, but it wasn’t working, the hours had passed incredibly slow, you were surprised that In the morning 4 hours had passed so quickly but now that you were just waiting that the clock said it was already 6:00 pm so you and Wanda went to knock on Agatha´s door.

You tried to repeat yourself many times that this was just a dinner, why couldn’t you control your emotions?

“Are you alright?” Wanda came to sit next to you in the couch and she passed her arm around your shoulders to give you a hug.

“Yes, I´m alright, why wouldn’t I be Wanda?” Wanda sensed your mood; you were feeling nervous and she understood why.

“Hey you don’t need to be nervous, it´s alright, I´m pretty sure it will be a nice evening, you don´t have to worry” You felt Wanda´s hand rubbing softly your arm and you took a deep breath, she was right, there was nothing worry about, you were going to be alright, everything will be fine and you knew Wanda was there to help you, you were alright, you were safe and this was going to be fun.

“You´re right I don´t even know why I´m feeling so tense” Liar, you thought, you perfectly knew why, you were going to your ex´s house.

But you didn’t understand why it was so stressing, you had already met her several times in the street or in a shop, so you couldn’t tell why this time you felt different, you couldn’t control or help feeling this way, it was as if you knew this time things were going to take a different twist, but you weren’t even sure.

“C´mon, it´s already time to go” Blinking several times you frowned and then looked at Wanda, had an hour already passed this quickly? The nervousness came back again and you couldn’t help but scratch you neck a little.

“Alright, alright” You stood up from the couch and Wanda extended her arm to offer you her hand and you gladly took it.

Wanda really hoped this worked out, she just wanted you to be happy with the person she thought was the right for you, Agatha had made her mistakes, but she wanted to mend things, she knew you weren’t mad enough to never talk to her again, Wanda knew you still loved Agatha but you were too stubborn to accept it, yes she had hurt you and she had been awful to you, but that had been centuries ago, and Wanda knew you really loved her, the dreamy looks you gave to Agatha when you thought no one was seeing, clearly meant something.

Wanda took your hand in hers and she felt you trembling a little, she chuckled and gave you a smile, trying to reassure that everything would be alright.

Girl you can’t deny it

(Who you are is how you’re feeling)

The walk to Agatha´s house felt like if you were in slow motion, your heart was beating fast against your chest and you were afraid that Wanda or Agatha could hear it.

You felt like when you were in the forest and Agatha had asked you to meet her by the river late at night when everyone else was sleeping,

You remembered that day as if it had been just some days ago, that night the owls were hooting making different melodies along with the crickets chirping in the grass.

She had let a small letter on the nightstand of your room asking you to meet her at the river, you had felt so excited but nervous, and that was how you were feeling right now.

The adrenaline of not knowing what was going to happen, if you were going to get caught by the older witches or if someone of the younger witches was going to inform to the others that the two of you weren’t in your rooms.

The fear and excitement that you felt when you had to sneaked out to meet Agatha at that river centuries ago, were the same things you were feeling right now, and the emotions were only increasing more now that you were just in front of her door.

You tried to stop feeling what was growing inside your, you tried to hide your emotions because there was no way you still felt the same for her, she had left you alone for years.

She didn’t care for you at the time, she had preferred to go after dark magic over you, and that was something you would never forgive her.

Your mind said something but your heart was telling you otherwise, why couldn’t your brain and you heart agreed on the same thing? Why did you heart make everything so hard? You needed to listen to your brain, you needed to stop feeling the butterflies in your stomach.

No chance no way

I won’t say it, no no

Agatha heard the knocks on her door and she quickly went to place herself in front of the door, she had to take deep breaths to try to calm herself down, her heart was beating really fast, she could even hear the thuds of her heart in her ears, she felt her face getting warmer and she just hoped you wouldn’t notice the faint blush on her face.

With a shaky hand she took the doorknob and when she opened the door, she saw you there next to Wanda, you weren’t looking at her, instead you were looking at the white wall next to her.

She felt a little disappointed but she was not going to let this discourage her, she needed to talk to you no matter what.

Wanda noticed that you weren’t looking at her and sighed a little, you were really stubborn when it came to love.

“Hi Agatha, thank you for inviting us to have dinner with you” Wanda slightly moved your arm with her and you knew you had to thank Agatha, biting your lip a little you nodded and looked at Wanda, she had that same smirk and you rolled your eyes.

“Thank you for inviting us Agatha” You said loud enough for her to hear you and when you lifted your head to look at her, the smile she gave you made you feel as if your whole face was burning, her smile was one of the same smiles she had given you when you used to play around the same forest you always went to walk years ago.

No, there was no way she still had this effect on you, you couldn’t let her have this effect on you anymore, your relationship and your feelings for her had died when she abandoned you and crushed all of your hopes.

“You don´t have to thank me doll, I´m really happy that you came” Internally, you were yelling, you heart was melting because of the endearment, but you weren’t going to accept what Wanda had told you about the endearments. You absolutely didn’t like her pet names, not anymore.

“Let´s get inside” Said Wanda when she noticed that you were just looking down at the floor and Agatha was just staring at you with a loving look on her face, Wanda was hungry, you could talk while she ate what Agatha had made for dinner.

The first scent that you smelled when you entered to Agatha´s house was her perfume, her vanilla perfume, it was so sweet, for a moment you closed your eyes and the memory of your first kiss with her appeared in your mind.

You shook your head a little to try to brush the thought aside, this was not the time to think about that, actually never was the time to think about those memories that weren’t important anymore.

“What did you prepare Agatha, it smells delicious” Wanda commented when the two of you entered to the dining room”

Wait no, it couldn’t be, it smelled like-

“I made y/n´s favorite” Wanda couldn’t believe it and you were just like her, you couldn’t believe she had made your favorite for dinner, how could she even have remembered what was your favorite meal? This was too much for your heart, how were you supposed to ignore your feeling when she kept doing all of these amazing things for you.

(Give up, give in, check the grin you’re in love)

“I need to go to the bathroom, can you tell me where is it?” Wanda saw the sad look on Agatha´s face, she felt bad for the woman, and she really wanted that she got the opportunity to talk to you so she got and amazing idea in that moment.

“I can show her where is the bathroom, I´ve already know where is it due to the other meetings, I´ll take you there” Wanda said to you and she took your hand, Wanda winked at Agatha and then she took your hand to guide you through the hallway.

When the two of you arrived at the wooden door, she used her magic, she was sure that now the light bulb would not work when you tried to turn the light on.

You opened the door and just as she had thought you tried to turn the light on, but it didn’t work, this was her chance, she smirked and looked at you.

“I think is not working, I´m going to call Agatha” Your eyes went wide open and you were about to shut Wanda up, but it was too late.

“Agatha! The light is not working!” You closed your eyes when you heard footsteps coming towards you.

“That´s weird, here let me check” The two of you moved out of her way and Agatha entered to the big bathroom, when Wanda saw that Agatha had entered the bathroom, she used her magic to pushed you slightly into the bathroom with Agatha inside it.

Wanda closed the door and she locked it using her magic.

The sudden movement made you tripped over your own feet and just as the bathroom was really dark you knew you were going to fall but the next thing you felt were a pair of arms grabbing you tightly stopping you from falling.

When you realized what had happened you quickly moved away from Agatha and pressed yourself against what it felt a cold wall.

“Wanda open the door!” You said loud enough for Wanda to hear.

“No! You two need to talk, and I won’t open the door until you do it” She said

“You´re forgetting I have magic too” You tried to use your magic but it didn’t work.

You frowned, what had happened? Why wasn’t it working?

“You can´t use your magic when there are protection spells in a place” You heard Agatha saying next to you and when you lifted your head to look at the door, you noticed Agatha´s purple magic, great, she was using runes to stop you from using your magic.

The faint purple light coming from her magic was enough to see her beautiful face looking at you, the light made her eyes looked as if they were purple, you have always loved her eyes, they were beautiful, you noticed what you were thinking and that you were staring at her so you quickly looked away from her.

“Please look at me” Agatha was almost pleading, but you didn’t want to look at her, you didn’t want to, you refused yourself to look at her.

“Please love, just look at me” You couldn’t ignore her, she was too close and your body reacted differently, it was as if your body was listening to your heart and not to your brain.

Slowly you lifted your gaze and looked into her eyes, the two of you stared at each other for minutes, you could see the tears that started to fall from her eyes, your heart ache at the sight, but you thought it wasn’t fair.

“It´s not fair Agatha” You whispered lowering your gaze again.

“It´s not fair what you´re doing to me, you left me, you abandoned, you broke my heart” Tears started to stream down your face, you had thought that the pain was over, that you didn’t care enough, that it didn’t hurt you at all, but it was the contrary, you still were hurt by her actions, and even after centuries you couldn’t get over it.

I won’t say I’m in love

(You’re doing flips read our lips you’re in love)

“I´m sorry, I´m truly sorry, what I did was a mistake, I regret what I did, I regret everything, because of my hunger for power, I lost you and I can´t take it anymore, I miss you, I still love you, I never forgot about you” You didn’t want to believe her, your brain refused to believe what she was saying.

“But I don´t love you anymore Agatha, that´s in the past” You said to her, you couldn’t look at her in the eyes.

“Look at me in the eyes and say that to me again” Your lips trembled; you knew you could never lie to her.

“I know you´re lying doll, please, what I´m saying is the true, I regret what I did, I even went back to the coven weeks before I left, I went back to look for you, I wanted to mend my mistakes, but when I arrived the other witches told me you were gone, I didn’t believe them but then I looked for you around, I went to your room and you don´t know how much it broke my heart knowing that you were gone. I tried to feel you and your magic, but I didn’t find you” You heart jumped of joy, you couldn’t believe it.

“You went back to the coven for me?” You asked surprised, a small smile was forming in your face, even if you had waned to hide the happiness you felt when you heard that, you were sure you couldn’t have hidden it, this gave Agatha some hope

“Yes baby girl I went to look for you I even kept looking for you for years, you don’t know how happy I felt when I saw you for the first time in centuries here in Westview, I felt like I could finally breathe, even though you didn’t want to talk to me, I felt relieved to know that you were alright and that you were safe” You couldn’t hide it anymore.

Agatha was surprised when she felt the way you had thrown yourself at her, you were hugging her! You were finally hugging her, how much she had missed your touch, it was too painful for her, for years she didn’t feel you, for centuries she hadn’t touch you again and it was the most painful thing she had ever felt, through all these years you weren’t with her, it had been a torture for her, her heart ached all the time.

But now feeling your body against her made her feel alive again, she passed her arms around your waist and she pulled you closer to her, she wanted to feel you as close as she could, the smell of your sweet perfume filled her nose, finally she felt complete.

“Do you believe me when I say I still love you, doll? I never stopped loving you and I really want to fix things with you, please let me fix this, I´ve been hating myself since that day, I couldn’t forgive myself for hurting you, I was young and stupid, my hunger for more power and knowledge blinded me, and I lost you, I lost what I needed the most, but if you let me, I promise you I won’t ever hurt you and I won´t leave you again, please” Her words made you cry harder, you couldn’t believe that what you had wished for many years ago was happening, she was asking you to forgive her and you couldn’t hide what you felt anymore.

You were crying with your head buried into her chest and after some minutes you moved your head way from her chest to have a better look at her.

“I never stopped loving you either, yes you hurt me and I felt betrayed but knowing this, makes me happy and I know that what you are saying is true” The happiness you felt was something you thought you were never going to feel again.

“You don´t know how much it hurt me not to hug you,, I wanted to talk to you, but I felt hurt, I wanted to forget what I felt for you, I thought I had stopped loving you, but when I saw you weeks ago outside my door, all the feelings I had buried in my heart came out again, I felt overwhelmed by what I was feeling, and I just wanted to forget the pain I felt” You stopped talking and you felt Agatha´s hand on your face wiping the tears away, you leant into her touch, you had missed the touch of her soft hand on your cheek.

“I tried to deny my feelings for you, I just didn’t want to feel anything for you” That hurt her, but being able to finally hold you against her body made it worthy.

“Can you give me a second chance, doll? I promise to make things right this time” She whispered in your ear and you happily nodded, you couldn’t push your feelings away anymore, Wanda was right, you really liked her and a lot, you still loved her.

You stayed like that, letting her hold you close to her for some more minutes, until suddenly the light tuned on again.

You heard a knock on the door and Agatha moved her hand, making the runes disappear.

Agatha opened the door using her magic, she never moved her arm away from your waist.

Agatha let you got out of the bathroom first and she closed the door behind her.

"Did you two figure things out?” Asked Wanda nonchalantly with a glass in her hand, you were pretty sure she had gone to the dining room to eat something.

“Yes, thank you for locking is inside the bathroom” You said making Wanda and Agatha laughed.

“Anytime” You couldn’t believe her plan had worked out.

“Thank you, seriously Wanda, if it weren’t for you, I think y/n wouldn’t have talked to me again”

Agatha squeezed your waist a little making you chuckle.

“Trust me Agatha, I knew it, she’s too stubborn and I knew I had to intervene, I’m glad you two talked, I’m pretty sure you’re not going hurt her again, but if you do, I will hunt you down and make you pay if you ever hurt her or break her heart again” You saw Wanda’s eyes glowing red, was she really threatening Agatha? You couldn’t believe it; her words had touched your heart and they had made you laughed a little.

“I can see that you have kept her safe and I appreciate your concern about y/n, but I promise you, I won’t hurt her again, I will make her happy from now on” You were surprised, Agatha didn’t fear Wanda.

“That’s good to hear Agatha, I know you won’t break your promise, also I already started to eat, I was hungry and the food smelled amazing, I had to” Wanda took a sip from her glass.

“It’s alright, you don’t have to worry Wanda, do you want to taste what I made for you?” Agatha turned her face to look at you and you nodded.

“Of course, I’m hungry too and Wanda’s right, the food smells amazing”

The three of you went back to the dining room and you and Agatha washed your hands in the kitchen sink to take your seat next to the table.

Wanda was already eating again, you couldn’t help but laugh, you were happy to know that Wanda finally felt free to be herself.

Agatha took the chair out for you to take your sit and you thanked her, those were the gestures you had always loved, even after years she hadn’t changed a little, she was as charming as she used to be when the two of you were in the coven.

The three if you talked about different things, you finally felt good enough to share different stories of the Coven with Wanda.

Agatha was sitting next to you, stroked your hair from time to time or she rubbed your arm softly with her hand, you felt genuinely happy.

It felt good to finally talk to Agatha like you used to do in the past.

You have lost many years, you have lost centuries, but now you still have many years to catch on what you have lost, from now on, you were sure that you weren’t going to get away from her anytime soon and finally your family was complete, you didn’t need anything else, for the first time in many years, you didn’t have to hide your true feelings, and that made you happy.

You were happy that Wanda had locked the two of you inside the bathroom, it had been a smart move from her, you were sure you were going to laugh about that moment for many years.

You really were in love with Agatha, even after all the centuries away from her, your feelings for her hadn’t changed.

(Girl don’t be proud it’s okay you’re in love)

At least out loud I won’t say I’m in love

#agatha harkness #agatha harkness imagine #agatha harkness x fem!reader #agatha harkness x reader #mcu imagine #mcu x reader #agatha all along #agatha x reader #wandavision #agatha harkness x you #wanda maximoff x female reader #wanda maximoff #wanda maxmoff x y/n #wanda maximoff x you #wanda maximoff fanfiction #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff imagine

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crusty-chronicles · 1 year ago

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is there any chance you could add killua for the airheaded but strong s/o headcanons? If not, then no worries, I just love how you write them!

Yeah, I don't mind but it's gonna be platonic because I'm a little iffy about writing for him romantically. He's just a boy 🥺🥺🥺 This is mostly a crack fic.

BONUS AIRHEADED S/O HEADCANNONS: Killua (HxH)

Honestly tried to kill you at one point

Oh you're strong huh?

Then proceeds to hit you with everything he's got, only to see that it hardly affected you. (Kinda like the way he first treated Zushi)

After that he's petty, but impressed.

Congratulations 🎉🎉🎉 You've earned his respect 🥳🥳🥳

You're basically Gon 2.0

And he hates it

Cannot take you two anywhere

"We should break the lock to get in." Gon suggested.

"Are you stupid?" You scoffed.

"What's the point of having a door if you're just gonna break it?"

And Killua is momentarily at peace that at least one of you has some sense. Until you open your mouth again.

"Obviously we should smash open a window."

And Gon is nodding along enthusiastically

"You're right! What would we do without you 🤩"

And Killua is just 😮‍💨.

He is the parent of the group and I will die on this hill

If Gon's the sun, you're a nuke

He's constantly dragging you away from Hisoka

Nope. Not today

Why do you insist on talking to strangers.

No scratch that.

Why do you insist on talking to creepy strangers????

It gives him a massive headache everytime you almost get abducted.

Honestly thought about putting a tracker on you to avoid this happening.

But then he remembers you're practically indestructible so he drops it.

Is afraid Illumi will come for you and hurt you.

He was never allowed to have friends, and after Illumi threatened you and Gon at the Hunter Exam, he's very protective.

But then he remembers something you said after Greed Island.

"The three of us are all gonna become the best of the best. We're gonna get all wrinkly and old together and still kick butt!!! We're gonna stick together no matter what!"

And it temporarily quells the fear of his brother.

It makes him look forward to that outcome and gives him something to fight a little harder for.

When it comes to fighting, he does get a little envious of how you and Gon just rush in without thinking.

And how you always manage to win despite the circumstance.

But he never feels left behind because of it.

Like with Gon, he won't baby you, just call you an idiot and move on.

You fell?

Get up loser.

You can't read?

Find somebody else to translate. Or he'll make you do it and be laughing nonstop while you struggle to pronounce the word "Apple"

"Gon what color's an orange?"

"An orange is the same color as it's name. Just like a lemon."

Please somebody take you two back to first grade.

Killua is begging.

Even though he won't baby you, he'll rush as fast as he can if you're in actual danger.

You got caught by the phantom troupe?

"Are you completely brain dead!?!!? Where are you!?!?"

Now he regrets not putting a tracker on you.

"This nice clown man gave me candy and told me to follow him." You tell him over CALL.

"HISOOKAAAAA!!!!"

He is screaming and panicking.

You trespassed into the mountains his family lives to see him.

"WHY???? DON'T YOU KNOW ABOUT MIKE!?!?"

And when he gets there he sees you rubbing the monstrous canine's tummy. Petting him and calling him a "Good Boy."

Names he has called you out of spite: Idiot, Moron, Dummy, Psycho, Airhead, Ditz, and probably Pea Brain

On the bright side, you are Alluka's favorite person.

"Give me your ribs."

"Oh, are you hungry? Let's see if we can't find you a smokehouse for those ribs."

And it baffles both souls so much that Nanika accepts that as fulfilling her command.

Plus you have endless amounts of energy that works to drain both girls out. Even when they've both already swapped twice.

Killua designates you her official babysitter when he's busy.

You are a complete lunatic and moron, but you're one of the people he trusts the most.

Even if he does complain about you a lot.

MASTERLIST

#killua x reader #hxh x reader #hunter x hunter x y/n #hxh killua #killua zoldyck #hunter x hunter #airhead s/o #stronk s/o #crack fic #x reader #x y/n #platonic

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raeedioheadd · 1 month ago

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500 gigawatts of the power of God.

summary: you're the only one in this godforsaken family who isn't apart of the night crew that cleans up gotham every night. you didn't hate it, but you didn't like it either. that was until jason died. now, you had to learn how to cope, while simultaneously trying to warm up to your new brother– or jason's replacement.

pairing(s): all platonic/familial, mostly dick and jason

word count: 2.0k ish

warning(s): antidepressants are brought up like twice or thrice and its a bit obvious reader is very upset lol

authors note: heavy mouthwashing (game by CRITICAL REFLEX on steam) fixation rn, so yes, the title is from the game. go play it! this isn't really canon following, so sorry if it doesn't exactly follow the comics canon. I tend to jump around a bit, so sorry lol

objectively, living with bruce wayne seemed like one of the best things that could ever happen to well, anybody. he was rich, seemed kind, and provided a roof over your head. that’s all you needed, right? you needed to be grateful for everything he gave you— he took you in and put a roof over your head. that was what really mattered.

you were bruce wayne’s first kid. coming right before dick grayson- the soon to be boy wonder-you were the light of his life for a few years before the golden boy came along. you held no grudges against him since, well, he was basically older than you, and he doted over you all the time. he was the perfect ray of sunshine the dark walls of the wayne manor needed. as time passed, and the dynamic duo formed, attention shifted from you and more onto the crime ridden streets of gotham. you helped in the background sometimes, patching your brother and father up when alfred had his hands full and, before barbara gordon came around, told them where in gotham crime spiked the most. it was an odd dynamic at first, but you grew used to it. even if it wasn’t normal family bonding time, it was something. you enjoyed being around them anyway.

and then jason todd came along. upon being caught stealing the wheels of the batmobile, bruce took him in. he was apprehensive, a bit violent and a little too carefree. but the two of you clicked. he would come to you to escape from bruce, even though the old man knew where he would go every single time. dick grew to like him as well. gothamites loved the three of you, deeming you all the only things that could keep bruce wayne single. the three of you took this and ran, making sure to act like spoiled brats in front of him at galas. before jason came around, you were the peace bruce needed in life. now, you two got into trouble at every turn.

months passed, and bruce kept fighting crime with a robin as he had always done. dick had moved on to become nightwing— leader of the teen titans along with kori, aka star fire. it made you happy to see that your older brother was making a name for himself outside of the caped crusader, though you didn’t know if you were necessarily a fan of the spandex. while you weren’t in ‘the life’, it didn’t worry you any less when any of the boys got hurt, and it didn’t worry you any less when jason had snuck off one night, his robin suit missing. from what you knew, bruce and jason were on patrol a few nights ago when they got into an argument; after that, he was on a patrol ban. for a while now, jason was growing more agitated— more reckless. he wanted to bring things that batman didn’t agree with in the mix, like death and violence. of course, this caused a lot of arguments and disagreements, but at the end of the day, they were fine, right? they always bounced back. he was his son, after all. and while he had some.. unorthodox forms of raising his kids, he loved them. he just didn’t realize he never said it enough.

you didn’t know the exact timeline of how things went down that night, and you didn’t really want to. from what alfred told you, their argument from the night prior escalated to heights that they hadn’t really seen yet. in a blur of rage and revenge, he snuck out of the manor to find the joker and avenge his mother, not knowing she was the one who ratted him out. you didn’t want to know anything else after that, since you knew both of them had met their untimely ends.

after that, it was like a hole formed in your heart and your world got a little bit dimmer. you had taken off the rose colored glasses, and faced the real brutality the life gave your family.

the funeral was hard. only five people attended including yourself, those people being alfred, bruce, commissioner gordon and his daughter, barbara. they even had the audacity to bury him next to his mother. dick didn’t show up because he was off planet, and didn’t know jason died. he didn’t know for a month. when he did find out.. it was bad. days were filled with dick and bruce arguing, and he even managed to get you to stay with him in blüdhaven for a bit, which was well needed. but you knew, despite how much of an asshole bruce was being, he needed someone other than alfred right now. so, reluctantly, you returned to wayne manor. as for the media’s reaction to jason’s death, bruce said he died in a terrorist attack while searching for his mother in ethiopia— he was in the wrong place at the wrong time. a casualty of circumstance.

the first year was harder than you could have imagined. it got harder and harder to get up every morning. you always had to walk past his room on the way out of your own, and you slowly stopped responding to dick’s texts. alfred, finally deciding to intervene, managed to get you to see a doctor and got you put on anti depressants. it didn’t really help, but you were still alive. the urge to take your own life and join jason was still there, but the whispers weren’t as strong. sometimes you felt like alfred needed the help more. one day he had told you that the curtains had closed on their own, despite the windows being closed and the wind being nonexistent. you entertained the idea of jay watching over you all, and promised alfred you wouldn't tell your father. the old man needed to indulge in something every now and then, too. it secretly comforted you too.

despite your growing disdain for vigilantism, you ended up becoming the new batgirl. you weren’t nearly as smart or tech savvy as barbara gordon, but you could fight, and that was what mattered. you tried not to patrol with bruce as much, but when your patrol hours overlapped, you would notice him following you deep in the shadows sometimes. as overbearing as it felt, it comforted you to know that he was watching. you hoped he was proud of you to some extent.

jason’s death changed the trajectory of batman’s meaning and life. so when you became batgirl, he had a few.. choice words and a lot of rules, but sometimes alfred would help you sneak out without bruce knowing. one time, you even ran into dick while on patrol. to say he was shocked would be an understatement.

“so you decided to join the fight, huh?” he asked, sitting on the edge of the building you were sitting on. “yeah, i guess you could say that.” you murmured, looking down at the liveliness of gotham at night. it was silent for a few moments, and for once, the gotham night was silent. no screams, no gunshots, and no laughing. your older brother finally spoke up, a sigh falling from his lips as he glanced at you. “how have you been?” he asked, taking off his domino mask to actually look at you. you took off your cowl, letting the cool air hit your face as you looked up at the night sky. “alfred is making me pop pills now, and i wouldn’t be surprised if dad was watching us have this very conversation right now,” you sighed, looking over at dick, “i haven’t really been happy, but i don’t think anyone can really be happy in gotham.”

dick laughed, looking down at the street below. “i don’t think i’ve ever heard anything more true.” he spoke, intertwining his fingers in lap. “you should come live with me. i know it doesn’t erase what happened, and it doesn’t change really anything at all, but i think a change of pace will be good for you. and don’t start with that ‘dad needs me’ bullshit. he barely pays attention to you as is.” he says, grumbling the last part under his breath. he had a point; bruce was either keeping up his billionaire playboy persona that was also the ceo of wayne enterprises or cleaning up the streets of gotham at night as batman. you let out an exhale, watching as your breath vaporized in the air. “i’ll think about it. is that good enough?” you offered, giving him a small, yet rare smile. he immediately grinned and wrapped his arm around you, his blue eyes lighting up ever so slightly. “that’s more than i thought i’d get!” he exclaimed, his laugh booming through the air.

four more years passed, and while you hadn’t moved on yet, you were getting better. that was before a boy named tim drake came waltzing into your life. at the ripe age of fourteen, he had saved batman and successfully been enlisted as the next robin. in your eyes, even though you’d never say it out loud, he was jason’s replacement. tim’s arrival brought emotions you had long buried rushing back, and it was then you finally decided to consider dick’s offer of moving in with him— either as his new ‘protege’ or as a titan. you started taking ‘medicine’ again, and slipped off one night after putting a note on alfred’s nightstand.

there was nothing wrong with tim. he was smart and outgoing— he almost reminded you of your older brother when he became robin, and he had smarts that rivaled that of barbara’s when she was batgirl. hell, his first interaction with bruce was him telling him that he knew he was batman, you were batgirl, and that dick was nightwing. he also knew that jason todd was the previous robin before him. you had to give him credit; he didn’t want to be robin. he only wanted to help. but bruce was the one who pushed him to become robin, thus replacing his late son— if he even considered jason that at all. tim tried talking to you before you moved out, and even offered to leave because he thought he was the reason you were leaving. he was nice to talk to, but you really couldn’t help but feel like he was a painful reminder of what had came before him. you just couldn’t take it in the manor anymore. there were too many lingering memories.

moving in with dick helped a lot more than you thought it would, even though you’d never tell him that. you later found out that kori was the one who pushed him to push you into moving in with him. she wanted to help you heal, and form a sister relationship with you that she never got with her own. you appreciated her, and was happy she was around. when her and dick were doing titan business or off planet, you took care of haley. you continued being batgirl, and life was.. calm. you were as happy as you could get yourself to be for the moment, and you had people around you who loved you.

it was a quiet night. that was what you loved about blüdhaven over gotham— there were more quiet nights in weeks than there were in a year in gotham. dick and kori had been off grid for a bit, leaving tim to lead the titans for the time being. some new faces had appeared in wayne manor, like the appearance of bruce’s cousin kate and the rescue of cassandra from the league of shadows. other than the few international incidents that the justice league would cause, things were peaceful. you were currently sitting on one of the gargoyles gotham characteristically had. it was jason’s favorite, and it was where you went after his death. you weren’t a fan of going to his grave, since the last time, you had an epiphany. you had felt it. 500 gigawatts of the power of god. it was then you decided to shape up, and live for jason.

just as you were starting to relax against the wall behind you, a voice sounded from above you.

“my favorite gargoyle, huh?”

#dc robin #jason todd x reader #bruce wayne x reader #dick grayson #dick grayson x reader #a death in the family #tim drake mentioned #jason todd #jason dies not clickbait

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