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bratshaws · 1 year ago

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through the hourglass 274. brb x oc

a/n: im not the happiest with this chapter but my day is a bit off 8) (comments and reblogs are super welcome and encouraged!)

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: none uwu

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“You know what I was thinking.” he comes up behind her and she sees him in the mirror, her smile widening as his hands stop at the flare of her hips, “Besides that you look good.”

“Hmhm.”

He kisses the back of her head, thumbs rubbing up and down her waist before he props his chin on her shoulder, “That this is going to be one of the best birthdays I’ve ever had.” he smiles and so does she, her lips parting in a grin as he looks at her reflection on the mirror, “I think it’s because I’m going to share it with Nikki.”

Beatrice turned her head to meet Rooster's gaze, a soft smile playing on her lips. "It's going to be a special day, Roos," she agreed, her eyes reflecting the excitement she felt. "I feel like you might be more excited than she will considering how you are right now.”

He just smiled more as he watched Beatrice's reflection, his eyes following her hands as she did her usual skincare routine. "Maybe.” he says, “I also think it’s because I’m leaving soon after so…I’m all mushy inside.”

Beatrice finished applying her skincare products and turned to face Rooster, running her hands up and down his chest. "You're allowed to be mushy, Roos. You sure are." she grins, then kisses the tip of his nose, “Besides,I’m not complaining about it.”

“I know.” he doesn’t let her go when she walks past him, his eyes dropping down her body and her bare legs, “I really love your thighs.”

She gives him a weird look and then laughs in disbelief, “Wow, from cute to horny in a matter of seconds? Glad to see you haven’t changed.” she giggles, letting him grab her by the waist and pick her up in one single movement. Her legs wrap around his waist and he cups her asscheeks to keep her steady, “You better stop.”

“Or what?’ he smirks, pressing their lips together but not kissing her, just making sure she feels his mouth there, “What will you do to me?”

“We have to wake up early,Roos.” she tries to fight back, but ends up laughing more when her husband just bounces her on his arms and takes her to the bed. She is still holding him when he lowers both of them to the mattress, his smile widening when she cups his cheeks, “You are awful.”

“I am.” he coos, kissing her jawline, “Hm,I’m so bad. So,so bad.”

Beatrice sighs happily, another laugh escaping her throat as his lips drag down her throat, stopping on the loose collar of her Ozzy shirt and kissing the pieces of skin he could see there, “Roos,” her hands run through his hair, his breathing stuttering because of the touch on his scalp “I’m serious, I’d love to but…we have to wake up early, we are already going to bed a bit later because Mav showed up.”

Dinner with Mav was just as good as he thought it’d be, it was fun and he hadn’t mentioned retiring during it, so Rooster was hopeful it wouldn’t happen that soon. “Hrrmmmm…” he drops his head on her breasts, annoyed yet ready to give in because his wife just was that good, “...you sure?”

She lifts her head just enough to see him, then leans closer to kiss his forehead, ‘ I’ll make it up to you,” she tries to stifle her yawn, covering her mouth with the back of her hand but she just blinks hard and lets it go instead, “But I’m exhausted,Roos.”

He feels bad immediately, lifting himself from her body and then holding her legs so he could push her further into the bed, “You should’ve told me that before.” he mutters, kissing her temple when she scrunches her nose at him, “Comfy?” she nods, bringing the cover up to her chin, “Good.”

“Are you tired?”

He tilts his head in thought, “I dunno, a little.” he sighs, “The dinner with Mav was nice, we should do that more often,” he says as he sits on the bed, then slides his body under the covers,turning on his side to see her better, “Inviting Mav, maybe even Penny and Shells.”

“Shells would come even if she wasn’t invited.”Bea grins,”But her presence is always welcome,”

“Yeah.”

Beatrice adjusts herself so she can be closer to him, seeing how his jawline clenches a bit, “...you know that it’ll be fine.” she says and he doesn’t have to think about it too much to know that she’s talking about everything that’s been going on, “...tomorrow we’ll see the twins at the NICU, then buy stuff for Nikki’s birthday since yours is already dealt with.” and another yawn breaks her sentence.

He chuckled at her yawn, unable to resist the urge to playfully tease her. "You're lucky you're adorable even when you yawn." He grinned at her as she scrunched her nose once more, so he proceeded to tap the tip with his finger.

Rooster sighed contentedly,falling back on the bed to look up at the ceiling, ‘...you know what.”

“What?”

“What if,before my birthday I go to the Hard Deck with you? It’s been a while.” he turns his head to check her expression,almost feeling bad that she was trying so hard to stay awake and answer him, ‘...pretty girl, you’ll kill me like this?”

“what ‘m doin’?”

“You are being cute.” he replies, “That’s what.”

Beatrice's eyes twinkled with amusement as Rooster complimented her, despite her exhaustion. She loved the way he could always bring a smile to her face, even when she was on the brink of falling asleep. "Well, if being cute is the way to kill you, I guess I'll have to plead guilty."

Rooster chuckled warmly, relishing the simple joy of their banter. "It's a crime I'm willing to forgive. But seriously, Bea, what do you think about us going to the Hard Deck soon? I miss the place."

She pondered his suggestion, her eyelids growing heavier by the second. "You know I’d never say no about having you there. It's been a while. We…can…see when soon…." Her voice was beginning to slur slightly from fatigue, and she couldn't help another yawn. "But ask me again…tomorrow…mkay?”

Rooster couldn't agree more, and he was more than willing to follow her lead. He tucked his arm under his head as a makeshift pillow and scooted closer to her, his warmth enveloping her. "I can do that."

Beatrice turned to him with a warm smile, her eyelashes brushing her cheeks as she blinked slowly. "I love you, Roos. Goodnight."

"I love you too, Bea," he whispered, his voice soothing. "Goodnight, gorgeous." He placed a tender kiss on her forehead, allowing the serenity of the moment to carry them into the peaceful realm of sleep.

Beatrice woke up first, in fact she snapped her eyes open as if the sleep was slapped out of her. She blinked, and the first thing she saw was her husband’s bare chest that moves up and down slowly in front of her.

Her eyebrows furrow, before she looks at the window and sees that the sky is going from blue to lilac. She grunts a bit, rubbing her face with both hands, ‘Roos,” she tries, but her husband’s hands remain on her waist, “I gotta use the bathroom,handsome…please let me go?”

Rooster was deep in slumber, his arm wrapped securely around Beatrice. He shifted slightly at her touch but didn't wake up. Beatrice knew how hard it was to rouse him from sleep once he was in this state, and it was a testament to their years together that she could gently tug his arm away without disturbing him too much.

She slowly maneuvered her way out of his embrace, being careful not to let the bedsheets rustle too loudly. The room was dimly lit by the soft morning light, casting a cold glow that made everything seem peaceful. He complains, but remains asleep, allowing her to tiptoe her way to the bathroom, making sure to close the door gently behind her.

As she relieved herself and washed her hands, she glanced at her reflection in the bathroom mirror. Her eyes showed signs of someone who has been stressed for a while too long. Her eye bags were a bit more prominent than before and she huffed, rubbing cold water up and down her face as she wakes up, “It’s fine.” she tells herself, “It’s all fine.”

She proceeds to rub some eye cream on the purplish bags, feeling a pang of self consciousness that she swallowed it down, “I love myself, the way that I am.” she whispers to no one but her own ears, “And therefore, the ones around me do too.” she sighs, rolling her shoulders a bit then continuing with her routine.

She took a mental note of what she had to do and she hated to say it, but her head immediately started hurting because of it. She wondered if she was doing…too much and now that she could finally relax since the twins would be back home in three weeks, her body was signaling that she should take a break.

She checked on her husband who Rooster was still in the same position, asleep and snoring softly. She couldn't help but smile at the sight of him, the lines of worry and stress that sometimes creased his face in the daylight now softened by the peaceful rest of slumber. She didn't want to disturb him, so, once she was done she quietly she walked out of the bathroom.

She decided to peek through the curtains to check the weather, -it was supposed to rain this week after all. Once she was satisfied, she looked back at Rooster, who was now hugging her pillow with his face buried on it, still snoring.

Beatrice’s headache wasn’t letting go and while she could spend half of the day watching him, she couldn’t. She had to check on Nikki and on the dogs and make sure everything was ready for when Rooster wakes up before he left for the base.

Beatrice quietly padded to the door and left their bedroom, making her way to Nicole's nursery first. As she entered the room, the soft glow of a nightlight illuminated the cozy space. Nicole was peacefully asleep in her crib, her tiny chest rising and falling in the rhythm of deep slumber with Eleanor and Jack just in a deep slumber as she was.

She leaned over the crib, brushing a gentle kiss on Nicole's forehead. The baby stirred but remained asleep. Much like Rooster.

After checking that everything was in order in the nursery, Beatrice left the room and headed downstairs. She could hear the Jolene waking up on the couch, lifting her head when she saw Beatrice going down the stairs. Again,she did a mental note of things she had to do…but before that, she wanted to start a fresh pot of coffee, something she knew Rooster would appreciate when he eventually woke up.

As she prepared the coffee, her thoughts drifted to the past few months. Their life had been hectic, to say the least, as Rooster prepared for his deployment, and she managed the household and her job at the Hard Deck and the twins. The stress and long hours had taken a toll on her, and her headache that morning was a clear reminder that she needed to take care of herself as well.

The aroma of fresh coffee filled the kitchen, and she poured herself a cup, taking a moment to savor the rich flavor, pouring some cold milk to make it her own. While she knew she couldn't change the circumstances that were causing stress in their lives, she could control how she managed it.

With her coffee in hand, Beatrice decided to sit on the back porch and enjoy a few moments of solitude before the day's activities began. The weather was cool and crisp, with the promise of a sunny day ahead. She closed her eyes, taking deep breaths of the fresh morning air. The soothing sounds of chirping birds and the rustling leaves helped her find a moment of peace.

Jolene quickly joined her, the pittie sitting next to her as Beatrice enjoyed the silence. She didn’t know what exactly happened, but her brain was being a bit of a bitch to her that morning.

The goblin voice returned, after so long.

Hm, what a monotone day. Your life together is so boring, he’s probably growing tired of it now.

She just ignored it, choosing to watch a few butterflies that flew past her eyes with a small smile.

Do you really think that what you do is exciting? I mean, think about when you two dated. That was a miracle if I ever seen one.

But she ignored once again,choosing to think that their life, while not as it was before, was good. She loved that it was calm, she loved that they could do it with Nicole and the dogs and soon enough, with the twins.

As she watched the butterflies flutter by, Beatrice remembered the early days of her relationship with Rooster. She cherished the simplicity of their mornings, their time together as a family, and the love that surrounded them. And honestly, considering everything, it wasn’t that boring.

Just then, she felt Jolene nudge her gently with her cold, wet nose. The playful pittie seemed to sense her owner's mood and was eager for some attention. Beatrice chuckled and scratched Jolene behind the ears. The pittie responded with a joyful wag of her tail.

"It’s okay Jojo," Beatrice whispered to the dog, her voice barely above a murmur. "I’m alright,girlie."

Beatrice could feel the weight of her headache remain and she frowns, stopping her petting to rub her forehead with her fingertips. A few moments later, Rooster's voice interrupted her thoughts. He had finally woken up and made his way downstairs.

"Good morning, gorgeous," he greeted her with affection, leaning against the open double doors "I smelled that coffee, and it led me straight to you."

She turned to him, her heart warming at the sight of her husband. "Good morning, Roos. How did you sleep?"

Rooster stretched his arms and yawned, his smile never wavering and his chest appearing bigger when he did so. "Like a log. It's nice to wake up to the smell of your coffee and see your beautiful face."

Beatrice's eyes sparkled with love as she gazed at him. "You always know how to make me feel special, even when I'm the one who should be spoiling you."

"Spoiling? You do that every day, pretty girl.” he holds up the mug for her to see, “What are you doing out here?”

Beatrice took a sip of her coffee and leaned back in her chair, her eyes fixed on the expansive backyard. "Just needed a little quiet time this morning," she replied, her voice soft and contemplative. "It's been a busy week, and I wanted to enjoy the peace and calm for a moment before the day begins."

‘You alright?”

She purses her lips, “My head hurts a little bit.” she confesses, knowing way too well that her husband would immediately tell her to lie back down, “I’m okay though,it could be worse.”

Rooster's brows furrowed with concern as he approached Beatrice. "Your head hurts? How long has it been bothering you?"

Beatrice shrugged, not wanting to make a big deal out of it. "Just this morning, it's not too bad. Probably just a mild headache, no need to worry."

Rooster, however, was not convinced. He crouched down beside her chair, his expression filled with worry. "You know I can't help but worry about you. Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?"

She offered him a gentle smile, her fingers lightly tracing the side of his face. "You being here already makes me feel better, Roos. But if it'll ease your concern, a little shoulder massage might be nice."

Rooster's lips curled into a grin. "A shoulder massage coming right up," he replied, “Is this your way to say ‘i can’t handle not having my husband’s hands on me?”

She laughed softly, then swats his thigh as he walks behind her, “Rooster, please, Jolene is right there.” the pittie was busy watching a bird, “Behave.”

As Rooster gently kneaded her shoulders, Beatrice sighed with relief. The tension seemed to melt away under his skilled touch. "Don’t I always?" Rooster chuckled, his deep voice resonating through the serene morning air. "I can't resist the opportunity to keep my beautiful wife relaxed and happy." His strong hands continued to work their magic, massaging the knots out of her shoulders as he spoke.

Beatrice closed her eyes, savoring the sensation of Rooster's touch. "Flatterer."

“That’s me.” He planted a tender kiss on the top of her head, his voice quiet and affectionate. "...listen, if you feel too bad this morning,you should take the day off to rest."

“Roos.”

“I’m serious,Bea.” he is a bit more firm this time, “You already do a lot, you are doing a lot. You should rest a bit, your body wants the rest.”

Beatrice let out a soft sigh, not entirely opposed to the idea of taking the day off. She knew that Rooster's concern was rooted in genuine care for her well-being. "You make a convincing argument, LC.” his hand dug just a tidbit harder on her shoulder, but not enough to hurt “Maybe I'll just take a few hours off and then come back. There's so much to do…”

Rooster continued to massage her shoulders, a thoughtful expression on his face. "How about this? Take the morning off, rest, and call your brothers or your sister to help. You've worked so hard, Bea, and you deserve a break."

Beatrice turned her head to look at Rooster, eyes wide, “...you can’t be serious.”

“I know it’s crazy, but your head hurts.” he says, “And I won’t be home to help you…come on baby,please?’ he stops massaging her to place his head on her shoulder,kissing her cheek, “Please?...I’ll make it up to you.”

She rolled her eyes, scoffing softly…but well, it couldn’t be that bad, “...oh,fine.” she pecks his lips, “Good thing you are cute.”

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gffa · 3 years ago

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Well, well, well. Guess who fell into the new gay pirates fandom? And guess who finished OUR FLAG MEANS DEATH and was immediately like, “I gotta find some fic to read to fill the void.” Despite that I swore up and down I wasn’t going to get drawn into another new fandom, five minutes after the final episode, I was opening up AO3 and clicking away like my life depended on it. I thought it’d just be a fun, silly show to watch in between more serious ones! Just some cute pirate antics with some nice queer rep! Sure, maybe some heavier stuff might happen, but it was ultimately a silly pirates show and I wasn’t going to have real feelin– OH NO NOW I’M HIP DEEP IN FEELINGS AND I AM MAKING IT EVERYONE ELSE’S PROBLEM WITH ME. Because if fic is going to make me cry and/or laugh through my tears, I’m not suffering that alone. So, here, read a bunch of fic with me. OUR FLAG MEANS DEATH FIC RECS: ✦ He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven by AuntieClimactic, ed/stede, NSFW, 14.4k “Here we go again,” he heard Lucius scream over Izzy’s furious cursing. ✦ and he doesn’t mind the (ooh) by thatbug, ed/stede & cast, NSFW, 5.4k As a curious man, Captain Stede Bonnet determines that he should learn more about the great piratical pastime of buggery. Edward Teach is surprisingly unwilling to discuss. In which it’s much harder than Stede would expect to convince Blackbeard to fuck him up the ass. ✦ do no harm, take no shit by holsmi, ed/stede & mary & cast, 2.1k Mary Bonnet receives some uninvited guests. ✦ The Biblical Sense by Fyre, ed/stede, NSFW, 2.5k Ed’s eyes creased around the edges. Smiling. One could always tell by them, even if his beard and moustache and everything else hid his mouth. “I know you’re a bit new to the whole… seaman thing,” he said with that rumble of amusement in his voice, “but I thought even you’d recognise a come on when you saw one.” ✦ echo your name (call it love) by treescape, ed/stede, 1.6k Or, Stede realizes he’s maybe, possibly started calling Ed rather revealing things. ✦ Beyond Vanity by reserve, ed/stede, 2.3k After Izzy leaves, and Stede gets patched up, Ed uses the bathtub for something other than a nervous breakdown. ✦ Hold me deep beneath your waves by makesometime, ed/stede, NSFW, 1.2k “Would you believe…” Stede breathes, voice shaky in that way that Ed’s come to learn means he’s excited, but like, in a nervous way. “That I’ve never done… this… before?” ✦ this is not your grave, get out by morian, ed & lucius (& ed/stede & black pete/lucius), 10k Or: Lucius survives. For better or for worse. ✦ Break down, it’s alright by rowenablade, ed/stede, NSFW, 3.2k “Stede.” Ed’s voice breaks, dragging Stede’s eyes back up from where they’ve been staring at the floor in shame. “Please.” ✦ you reached out your hand to me by holsmi, ed/stede, 4.1k Stede Bonnet sneaks onboard the Revenge, and sets some things right. ✦ the relationship counselor by Nanashi07, ed/stede & olu/jim & lucius, 4k Lucius Spriggs: the unofficial – and involuntary – relationship counselor of The Revenge. ✦ peccadilloes by Badgerette, ed/stede, 2.1k On the benefits of literary references. Now with a variation on a theme. ✦ ease one life the aching by treescape, ed/stede, 1.1k Or, Ed’s not used to being taken care of. Stede wants to change that. ✦ separating salt from water by morian, ed/stede & cast, 6k Or: The Revenge has been becalmed for six days. Ed has bigger things to worry about, like sharks and being in love. ✦ denial by huojuvuus, ed/stede & mary, 2.1k (or, mary builds an unlikely friendship and maybe saves her ex-husband’s relationship in the process.) ✦ when you love it by mia_ugly, ed/stede, NSFW, 5.7k Stede’s being kissed before the door fully clicks shut behind him. ✦ on the bed of this blue ocean by kirkaut, ed/stede, 9.6k [Or: Ed hears about Stede’s ‘death’ and promptly falls apart.] ✦ Trick by Desdemon, ed/stede, NSFW, 4.2k Stede teaches Ed how to play piquet. ✦ Two Captains and a Baby by triedunture, ed/stede, 9.2k The crew of The Revenge finds a lost infant during one of their bouts of fuckery. Stede and Ed play caretaker for one night. ✦ every morning the world by treescape, ed/stede, NSFW, 1.1k Or, breakfast in bed doesn’t go exactly as planned, but that’s okay. ✦ we were warnings by mia_ugly, ed/stede, NSFW, 13.1k Stede comes back. Ed does too. It just takes a little longer. ✦ Never Been Sketched by Luddleston, ed/stede & lucius, 3.6k Or: Ed poses for a portrait in the nude, and Lucius has to watch Stede go through a life-altering internal crisis, witness a frankly upsetting level of sexual tension, and deal with the most fidgety portrait subject ever. At least he gets to ogle Blackbeard while he’s at it. For the sake of art. Obviously. ✦ heartless by Nanashi07, ed/stede & izzy & frenchie & jim, 4.8k Stede seems determined to win Edward back. It must be why he keeps “accidentally” showing up in Edward’s life.

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raineydays411 · 4 years ago

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My Father's daughter pt 3

Tony Stark x daughter!reader

Summary: Back at the Tower, Y/n has a talk with Pepper.

a/n: ohhh another part finished!! some new characters will be revealed next part and i’m so great full for @social-media-imagines-by-me fir helping me create them💕💕

You were furious.

You stormed into your room and slammed the door, finding satisfaction in the loud bang it produced. You then ripped through your drawers and closet, pulling on some work out clothes and some gloves. You then marched out of the room, slamming the door again, startling Sam and Bucky who happened to be passing by.

"Geez kid, slam it a little harder I don't think it fell off the hinges yet." Sam jokes, but you were in no joking mood so you swirled around with fire in your eyes.

"You okay doll?" Bucky softly asks, pushing a frightened Sam to the side. You sigh, knowing it's not fair to take out your anger on them.

"Sorry Sam, it's just...my biological mom is here and wants me to move in with her."

"Oh..." Bucky says, not good with things like this, " Do you want me to like...kill her or..."

"NO" You laugh, " It's just I haven't seen her in nine years and she has the audacity to come up here like it's nothing?!"

Your anger returns, " She thinks that just because she pushed me out of her vagina"

The two men cringe at the words

"That she can just claim me? That's not how it works!" You shout, " And, she brought her fucking husband. The man she left us for! Who does that?!"

Bucky looks at Sam, mentally asking him what they should do. Sam just rolls his eyes and turns back to you.

"Come on kid, it looks like you wanna punch something."

and with that he lead you to the training room where Steve was training with Peter.

"Come on queens, you gotta stay on your feet" Steve k=jokes as he, again, trips Peter.

"Mr. Rogers, do you think we should take a break?" Peter pants.

You stride pass them, not bothering to say hi. They look at Sam and Bucky for an explanation and just get a shake of the head.

"Hey Y/n that's my punching" Steve started to say when he saw you throw a hard punch to the bag, "Nevermind..."

You ignore the group behind you, opting to pummel the poor punching bag in front of you.

Your mind flashes back to your mother and her words.

"A girl needs her mother"

*punch*

"Oh petal I wanted to call"

*punch* *punch*

"Come to Gotham. Meet your siblings!"

*BANG*

You look down to see the punching bag flew off the hook and is spilling sand on the floor. You were confused, as you knew you weren't strong enough to do that, not even when you were angry.

"Wow, I guess Cap didn't secure that hook again."

You jump, not expecting someone to be there, as you heard Sam, Bucky, Steve, and Peter leave. You turn to see Pepper there looking at the bag in surprise. You sigh, stepping away from the mess and taking off your gloves. You make your way to the bench and take a swig of water.

"Did you need something Pep?" You ask, avoiding eye contact.

"Well, i was just wondering if my kid was okay. But given the fact that you punched that bag like it would restore your honor.."

You knew you shouldn't have showed her Avatar.

"I'm assuming your not." She finishes.

You give her a half smile, looking down at your hands.

"Y/n" She says, " Talk to me."

You finally speak, "Why now?"

Pepper frowns, understanding that small phrase, ' I don't know."

"She's not my mother." You state, " She...she might have been once but now?"

Pepper nods," I love you."

You smile, the words reassuring you, " I love you too Pep."

"Come on, your messing up your manicure." She says with a smile, standing and extending a hand towards you. You feel your demnor soften and your mood lighten. Pepper always managed to make you feel better.

"Yeah okay..thanks." You say, taking her hand and letting her pull you from the bench, " Are you hungry? Cause I am>"

"Y/n we just ate!"

"Like an hour ago"

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Days went by and you hadn't heard a peep from Christine. It was like she went off to lick her wounds and just decided not to reach out again.

Which didn't bother you one bit.

But apparently the universe wanted to fuck with you because when you came home from a day out with Peter, there was your mother, Bruce Wayne, and all six million of her fucking kids sitting on the couch.

"What the fuck?" You say causing the attention to turn to you.

"Language" Peter says, You smile softly at him before then turning to glare at Tony.

"Don't look at me, it was your moth-uh Peppers idea." Tony stumbled, looking rather uncomfortable sharing a drink with the man that his...wife? girlfriend?... whatever she was left him for.

"Pep what?" You asking, softening your glare because you'd be damned if you disrespected her.

"I just think it'd be best if we clear the air and get everything out on the table." Pepper said in that tone she uses when she's dealing with difficult people or the press. You called it her CEO tone.

"Now, go take your bags upstairs and wash up. And I'll pretend that you aren't an hour late"

"It was Peter's idea..." You mumbled and walking to the stairs that lead to the bed rooms.

"It was not!" Peter shouts following you to the rooms to help with the bags.

Christine watched as her daughter walked out of the room, playfully arguing with Peter. It was as if she were a whole different person, carefree and playful. Totally different from when she was glaring and stiff when talking to her. It broke her heart hearing Tony refer to Pepper as her Mother rather than Christine. But what did she expect?

Damian scoffed catching her attention, "Mother I do not see why you've dragged us here, that girl didn't even acknowledge us."

"Damian, enough" Bruce said, not looking away from his awkward conversation with Tony.

"Gee if only I could do that with our kids." Tony mutters into his drink.

"Does Y/n argue often?" Bruce asks trying to engage in conversation.

Tony laughs before fondly speaking, " Sort of. She isn't the type to back down when she thinks something is right. There was this one time I caught her arguing with one of my business partners about his "condescending tone and misogynistic attitude"."

""And did she apologize after?"

"Hell no. She glared at me and told me apologizing just for his ego would be demeaning her experiences as a woman. Although to be fair he was an asshole."

Bruce chuckles, " She sounds like a well rounded young woman. How old was she then?"

"Ah about 10, it was funny seeing this little girl argue in a Justin Bieber shirt argue about the patriarchy with a full grown man."

Bruce and Tony shared a laugh, picturing the scene.

"You must be very proud of her." Bruce mentions after they quieted down. Tony let a small smile escape.

" I am. She's had a rough life, and I..." Tony trails off, " She means everything to me. Without her...I don't think I'd be the same person I am today."

And with that, Tony downed his drink and stood, " Want another?"

Bruce smiled and accepted, watching Tony leave. He can tell that the man was close to his daughter. A bond that formed due to a loss, they both grew from it and grew closer. He understood, thinking about his own children.

Pepper and Christine were having a somewhat similar conversation, although it was a little more tense.

"So...Pepper-"

"Virginia." Pepper said, cutting her off.

"Excuse me?"

"My name is Virginia. Pepper is a nickname my family calls me."

"Oh. Okay, Virginia, how long have you known Y/n and Tony?"

"Oh about nine or so years. I was promoted to assistant when I saw how much of a mess Tony was." Pepper said casually.

Dick and Jason tensed, overhearing the tense conversation between the two mothers. But before Dick could interrupt Jason sat him back down.

"I wanna see what happens."

Christine continued, " And when did you become a..more permanent around the house?"

"When I saw that Y/n the one taking care of Tony." Pepper said in a serious tone, "She was the one making sure he didn't choke on his vomit and eating cereal as his flings walked out the room. Then he got kidnapped...and y/n was alone. So I made sure she’d never be alone again.”

Christine heart sank. She knew about the whole kidnapping thing. Why she didn't step in, she doesn't know. It's just another thing she regrets to this day.

Before Pepper could continue, she heard two sets of footsteps and voices

"All I'm saying is, if he looks at me funny, I'm fighting him and that's that."

"Yeah maybe not the best impression on..." Peter cuts off when they reach the living room. Eyes again on the two of you.

"Let's get this over with." You muttered, saying bye to Peter and making way over to the couch to sit next to Pepper.

"Y/n!" Christine says happily, " I'm glad you're here. We brought you something!"

She pulls out a box and she carefully hands it over to you.

You look at it suspiciously before getting a nudge from Pepper.

"Thank you." You grit out. Earning a glare from Damian and Cassandra.

You open the box to see...cupcakes.

"They're the peanut butter strawberry cupcakes you used to like. Remember? I used to bring them when I came to see you." Christine says, trying to bring up good memories.

You frown and close the box, " I'm allergic to strawberries."

Lie.

Pepper casts a glance towards you, "They look lovely, let me take them into the kitchen, I'll check on dinner."

And with that she takes the box and leaves into the kitchen. Leaving you and Tony alone.

"So...Stark" Damian started fixing his gaze on you.

"Yes, Wayne?" You said, matching his energy.

"What exactly is it you want from my mother?" He asks, earning a groan from his older brothers.

"Well, I'd appreciate it if she left me alone." You say with a straight face.

Christine frowns but before she says something Damian speaks up again.

"Tt, all this drama for the likes of you? It's honestly disappointing" He drawls, trying to get under your skin.

"Damian!" Christine scolded.

"Well, I apologize for not meeting your standards. I'd try harder if I cared what a toddler thought of me."

Jason let out a surprised chuckle while the rest of the family looked on in shock. Tony just rolled his eyes.

"I do not understand why Mother insists on rekindling her relationship with you. You obviously weren't worth the effort the first time around." He spits, causing the rest of the family to gasp.

You however, just laugh, " When you figure it out, let me know. It's probably the same reason she puts up with you."

Damian glares, about to start in again when Jason cuts him off " Shut up Demon. She got you man."

"Tt"

"I'm Jason, and anyone who can out that brat in check is good in my book." He says sending you a smirk.

You smile back, " I'm friends with Loki and Wade Wilson, I'm hardly affected by anything anymore." Your dad rolls his eyes again, he’s not exactly enthusiastic about your choice in friends.

You like this one. Probably the one you're gonna be able to stand in this family.

"Don't hog her Jason!" Dick shouts pushing him away before turning to smile at you, " Hi! I'm-"

"Dick Grayson. I know, you spilled your champagne on my dress a few years ago at a New Years gala." You say, still a little bitter about it.

"Oh. heh, right, sorry about that. Again." He says sheepishly.

You turn to Cassandra, " You're Cassandra. You and your friend cornered me in the bathroom."

Cassandra scowls and looks away.

Then you turned to Tim, " And you need to learn how to secure your fire walls better."

Tim looked at you confused, "Um excuse me?"

You smirked, " Just a suggestion. I assume you don't want people to know about your...bats in the attic?"

The whole family froze.

You knew? There was no way.

"Kid, are you hacking again?" Tony said exasperatedly, " You promised you'd stop after the last time."

"Hey it's not my fault Shuri didn't think about changing her password." You say defensively, “ and it’s not like you were complaining when you had me hack into SHEILDS databases”

“What was that!?” Pepper shouts from the kitchen.

“Heheh, nothing dear.” Tony shouts back then in a hushed voice scolds you, “ I gave you fifty bucks to keep that a secret.”

“I didn’t say what you had me retrieve.” You said smugly leaning back in your chair.

Bruce didn’t know how to feel.

On one hand, this teen that objectively hates his family, knows their biggest secret. She can singlehandedly destroy their family and expose them. And she has the means to.

But on the other, she’s a perfect fit for their family. She gets along with Jason, doesn’t let Damian get under her skin, and from the looks of it can definitely take care of herself. Only thing is, again, she hates his wife and by association, his family.

“I’m sorry, hacking? You know that’s illegal right?” Tim asks, still in shock that you got past his security systems.

You turn to him and in a bored tone replied , “Yeah? and?”

Tim stuttered for a bit before going quiet with a blush. It was adorable really.

You had to hold back a laugh, it was fun getting this stuffy family all riled up. Especially when you can see the disapproval in Christines face.

“Tony, you let our daughter participate in illegal activities??” Christine asks with a raised brow.

The table goes silent at the tone of her voice. Knowing that when she uses it someone is really in trouble.

But you roll your eyes because how are you supposed to know what that tone means?

“I let my daughter express herself in a ...healthy way. She knows her limits.” Tony replies cooly, taking a drink and looking back into the kitchen wondering where Pepper went.

”Obviously not. Tony she has no regard for the laws at all! You think i didn’t see the headlines last year?!”

Ah yes, last year you had a slight scandal where you may have punched a pap for trying to get a picture up your skirt but who wouldn’t?!

“ And you let her hang around criminals and terrorists?!”

You scoff, “ Oh please everyone in the Avengers was a criminal or terrorist at least once.”

“Not helping kid.” Tony says, “Christine, you and your family have no right to come into my home and judge my family. I’ve been civil. Hell maybe a little too much. Mainly because if I wasn’t, my wife—err Fiancée, would kill me.”

You snicker, earning a few glares.

“Look the point is, don’t tell me how to raise my daughter. Especially because I was doing it all alone.” Tony finishes with a sigh.

The table goes silent. You were getting tired of all the tense silences today.

“ Look.” You turn to Christine, “ I get that you probably feel guilty or something because you ditched me. And I appreciate that or whatever.”

You were not good at this.

“ But I don’t wanna live with you.”

Christine looks down sadly, “ Y/n I just...I just want to get to know you again. You’re my baby.”

Before you could answer you heard a crash come from the kitchen and smoke fill the rooms.

“ Pepper?!” You cough, “ Dad what’s happening?!”

“ I don’t know. Stay here” He says summoning his suit.

“FRIDAY?!” You shout, but not hearing the AI.

The Wayne’s all looked at each other in panic. They didn’t bring their suits, thinking it was just a dinner.

You turn to them and shout “ Come with me, and stay low!”

You start to lead them to the stair case, knowing that the rooms were relatively safe.

“Come on!” you yell when they don’t follow you.

Christine stands from her seat and makes to follow you before being stopped by Damian.

“Mother we cannot..”

“Damian, I’ve had about enough of you. Let’s go.” She says sternly and follows you. The rest of the family following behind as Bruce nudges Damian.

“ Come on son.”

“Father we don’t know where she’s leading us.” Damian says stubbornly.

“There’s nothing we can do right now.” he coughs.

The sounds of punching and the blasts come from the kitchen.

“Let’s go.”

They finally join the rest of the family. You have them crouched in the hallway.

“ This is James’ room. Dad had it modified just incase he was ever triggered into the Winter Solider again. No ones getting through this door when it’s locked.”

You usher them in.

“Come on Y/n” Christine says reaching a hand out to you.

You smirk, “ What? and miss all the action?”

You close the door and lock it before leaving. Laughing at their surprised faces.

The room is silent.

“ She’s awesome!” Jason says with a laugh.

#tony stark x daughter!reader #crossover #marvel x reader #avengers x teen!reader #poc reader #reader insert #marvel #tony is a good dad #tony stark x teen!reader #batfam x reader

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Winner takes it all part 2

Pairings: Billy Russo x f!reader

Summary: A steamy sequel to this one, since people seemed so keen on a continuation.

Warnings: Oh, dear God where do I even start? Smut, first of all. Unprotected, vaginal sex. Oral (male recieving and blink and you’ll miss it female recieving). Assplay, but nothing major. Very, very brief rimming. Cockwarming. I think that about covers it.

Wordcount: 5,3 k of pure smut with some fluff!

A/N: Since so many people seemed to like the fluff and dynamic between Billy and the reader in the first part, I decided to try to add some of that teasing and playfulness into this part as well. I hope it works out well. Please, let me know what you guys think! I always enjoy feedback.

“You’re kinda like an old grandpa,” you mused as you sat curled up against Billy on the couch with the news playing on the TV.

“Oh, really?” Billy hummed and you turned to grin at him.

“Mhm.” You leaned forward to place your wineglass on the table so you could cuddle up further into Billy’s side without having to worry about spilling the red liquid on the sofa. “You always watch the news. You wear those ridiculous slippers all the time, you-”

“What’s wrong with my slippers?” He cut you off, frowning down at you and you chuckled.

“They’re old man shoes, Billy! I’m sure my dad has those exact same ones at home,” you teased him.

“I can almost guarantee he doesn’t have the exact same ones,” he scoffed and he was probably right. Billy’s were probably some expensive brand which cost more than you could ever assume. Even when it came to something as small and simple as slippers, he’d go all out. He was kind of the opposite of you that way, you had no problem shopping for small things at Walmart or even secondhand stores. What was even stranger was that Billy always had cold feet. It was insane, really, because the man was like a personal heater. Even on the coldest of nights he’d keep you uncomfortably warm, but his feet were a completely different story. He absolutely loved dragging them along your naked thighs or any other bare skin he could get to, just because he knew it’d make you try to squeal away from him. He always found it amusing and he’d done it so many times by now that you’d almost gotten tired of it. Almost.

“Still, they’re for old people,” you grinned at him. “What’s next? You gonna start napping during the middle of the day? Is that what you do at your office all day? Take naps?”

“You jealous?” Billy smiled, leaning back on the couch and dragging you with him.

“Nope,” you said, popping the ‘p’. “Just wondering if I should starting bringing by some crosswordpuzzles for you to do, as well. Maybe some soduko?”

“Sudoku,” Billy corrected you and you paused for a moment, trying to rake your brain. How did you even spell or say it? Sudoku? No, that didn’t feel right.

“Is it really?” You asked and he nodded with an amused smile. “See, only an old man would know that!” You continued to tease. He chuckled and stroked a hand over your bare arm. You had really missed nights like this, when you could just talk about everything and nothing, teasing each other endlessly and just having a really good time.

“You’re overly cheery today,” he mused, leaning up to place a sweet kiss on your lips. You smiled down at him, stroking a hand across his stubbled cheek.

“You’re home early. I’ve barely seen you since we came back to New York. What do I not have to be happy about?” You shrugged.

“I’m sorry,” he muttered, but you just shook your head. Waiting for him to meet your glance, you held it.

“Don’t be. You’re busy,” you told him even though it pained you. You missed your husband, but Anvil wouldn’t run itself. Billy needed to be there and you respected it. That was why your relationship worked after all, because you had been the first to really be okay with who he was and how much his job required from him. You wouldn’t ask for any more than he could offer you, even though the separation was hard at times.

“I’ll try to get some more time off soon,” he promised and you smiled grateful. He leaned up to kiss you and you let him. Laying your whole body across his you wove your fingers through his hair as he deepened the kiss. His hands traveled down your back, moving further down to hike your dress up. They settled on the gloves of your ass, palming the skin through your panties. You moaned into his mouth.

“You feeling lucky tonight?” You grinned as you pulled away from his mouth. His own grin was a shiteating one; full of confidence.

“Every night, baby!” He said, squeezing your ass once more. He snaked one hand underneath the side of your underwear, his middle finger trailing up and down your crack. You clenched unconsciously at the feeling.

“You’re too confident for your own good,” you shuddered and if anything that only seemed to add to his cockiness. His dry finger circled your asshole, adding just the tiniest bit of pressure which made you jerk forward.

“You said I could have anything, didn’t you?” He husked, leaning in just a little bit to brush his lips against yours as he continued to play with your tight pucker.

“You already got your wish,” you reminded him, although you weren’t really about to deny him anything at this point. “I cooked you dinner.”

“You burned the dinner,” he corrected. Fair enough. Even with Billy helping you, or teaching you or whatever the hell he was actually supposed to do, you still managed to burn the sauce. He’d tried to teach you how to make spaghetti, but the tomatosauce ended up way overcooked and you blamed him for distracting you. In the end you’d settled for ordering in, which you of course had not complained about.

“Whatever,” you scoffed. “You don’t get more wishes. What do you think I am? The genie from Aladdin?” He chuckled at that.

“I think you’re way too adorable to have been bottled up for thousands of years,” he grinned. He moved up from his position again, taking you with him until you were straddling his lap with your arms around his neck. His hands never left, one having a tight hold of your asscheek and the other one still underneath your panties.

“Flattery is not gonna get you out of this one,” you warned, narrowing your eyes at him. “You only got one request and you wanted me to cook you dinner. I warned you that you might not like it, but you wouldn’t listen.” Who were you kidding? Of course this night was going to end like every other night, you could never say no to Billy. But you liked teasing him and making sure he knew you were in control, even though that couldn’t be further from the truth.

“You actually never specified the one request thing,” he mused, dipping just the tip of his finger past your tight muscle. You resisted the urge to moan. “Your note said whatever the winner wants, right? You never specified that it couldn’t be more than one thing. Remember, I do contractwork for a living, babe. I know all the loopholes.” The grin on his face was one you so desperatly wanted to slap right off.

“Well, I said it,” you argued, even though you probably hadn’t been clear on that part either. “And an oral contract is still binding, isn’t it?”

“You’re saying we can come to an oral agreement?” Billy wiggled his eyebrows and you really wanted to throw out some witty comeback, but found the idea intriguing. Your last nightly sessions had been more or less restricted to quickies so it had been way too long since you’d had his cock in your mouth. God, how you’d missed him.

“Sure,” you shrugged your shoulders. He launched forwards, but you stopped him before he could claim your mouth by putting a hand over his. “But just so we’re clear. This is the final request. Just this one and then the wishingfactory closes.” You knew that if you weren’t clear Billy would somehow hold this against you every chance he’d get. He wanted you to attend some gala you didn’t want to go to? ‘Remember that time we played Nerf-war?’ He wanted you to cook for him again? Or do the laundry on his day when he was feeling lazy? Same excuse.

“Good, because I only want you,” he muttered before leaning forward. His mouth met yours in a hungry kiss and you moaned. Closing your eyes you relished in the feeling of his lips on yours, his beard scratching along your chin as they moved and his finger playing with your ass in a way that was almost sinful.

He moved you quickly, throwing you down so that you were laying down on the couch. He was on top of you in an instant, mouth never parting from yours for more than a second or so. His hands moved to place by your head, holding his weight up as he kissed you. You tugged gently on his hair with one hand, the other snaking down between your bodies so you could squeeze him through his sweats. He groaned against your mouth and started trailing his lips across your cheek and down your jaw. He nibbled a little at the corner of it.

Your hand moved into his sweatpants so you could grasp his cock with nothing separating your touch. Billy groaned again, panting wetly against your ear and you felt goosebumps rise where his breath fanned your skin. You kept pumping him as best as you could with the odd angle and felt a sense of pride rise up inside you as he hardened in your hand. It made you feel special to know you could make him fully erect within litteral seconds. This man was just beyond perfect.

Billy moved so that he was straddling the sides of your thigh, giving you better access to him. You smiled up at him as you pulled his sweats down to the middle of his thighs, his cock fully free. You kept stroking him as you moved further down the couch, head now resting fully back against the cushion and your throat free of obstructions. You opened your mouth without him even having to tell you and he beamed at the fact.

“So good for me,” he muttered as he crawled forward a little. “You’re so desperate for it, aren’t you?” He asked as he grabbed himself in his hand, using his hold to run the head of his cock over your lips. You hummed as you took the chance to lick at the pearl of pre-cum gathering at his slit.

You opened your mouth further in invitation and he didn’t waste a second to take it. Placing one hand on the armlean of the couch for balance, the other one held his cock in place as he guided it to your lips. He started off carefully, pushing his cock slowly into your mouth and down your throat, checking for any gagreflexes.

“Fuck!” He hissed and you looked up to see him closing his eyes at the sensation of your lips around him. Had your mouth not been so full you’d grin in success.

He started thrusting in and out of you more forcefully when he realized you could take it. You had learned by now that Billy hardly ever required anything from you when you blew him. He didn’t want you to suck or lick or really do anything except take whatever he had to offer as he all but fed you his cock. Part of you thought it was another one of his primal instincts, part of you thought it was because he almost never came in your mouth. He hated for the night to end before he’d get the chance to be buried inside other parts of your body. Of course, it never did. Just one round with Billy was rare and the man could bounce back into it in a matter of minutes if he was in the mood. You supposed he wouldn’t take the risk of not being up to go another round, though the risk was barely there.

You kept your mouth open while Billy did most of the work. As usual it didn’t require much of your concentration so you used that to your advantage. Snaking your hand into your panties, you started playing with your clit. You closed your eyes and moaned around the cock in your mouth.

“Fuck, that’s hot!” Billy hissed when he caught on to what you were doing. You took that as a good sign, never really knowing with Billy because his overall mood would set the boundaries for what you were allowed to do and not when it came to sex. This seemed to be one of those - you wanted to call it - good days where sex was just natural. He didn’t seem to want to play around and you enjoyed those nights the most. Sex with Billy was always interesting and there wasn’t a thing you hadn’t tried which you didn’t love, but sometimes you just really craved that sense of intamacy; where it could just be the two of you enjoying eachother without any rules.

You slid your hand a little lower, pushing two fingers into your pussy without much refrain. You wanted him inside of you, preferably yesterday, so you didn’t want to wait much longer with foreplay and him making sure you were open and ready, something he’d always take time to do. Foreplay was important to him and as much as you enjoyed it, you were desperate for him to fuck you. Now.

“Love how needy you are,” Billy whispered, his hand caressing your cheek and poking into the meat to feel his cock inside. He mused on the fact for a moment, stopping the movements of his hips momentarily. “How badly do you want me to fill that pussy of yours?” He asked, pulling back so that you could answer him. You took a deep breath, licking your lips clean of the mess you’d made in the process.

“So bad,” you panted, not wanting to deny it. Your pussy clenched around your fingers at the thought.

“You look so pretty when you beg,” he pasued. “Beg for me.”

“Please,” you didn’t waste a second, hoping it would spur him on. He shuffled a little forward again, tapping his cock on your cheek and you automatically turned your head to chase it with your mouth. He moved his other hand to grip your jaw, forcing your head back into the position you’d been in previously. Pressing down at each of the sides your mouth opened at its own accord. He once again pushed his cock into your mouth, not stopping until he was nestled all the way, his balls resting against your chin and your nose buried in the neatly trimmed hair on his lower abdomen.

“I think you can beg better than that,” he said as nonchalantly as possible, but you could hear the strain in his voice. He didn’t let up, only pressing impossibly deeper down your throat until you choked around him for air. He pulled out slowly, grinning down at you as you gasped for a much needed breath. Even underneath the confidence he acted upon you could see his concern; afraid he might’ve hurt you. But you smiled back reassuringly, face no doubt a mess with your saliva coating most of it.

“Please fuck me, Billy,” you croaked out and that seemed to do it. He got off you in an instant, patting your thigh as he did so.

“Bend over, baby!” He said and you did as instructed. Withdrawing your hand from your panties you braced on knee on the cushion and both your forearms on the back of the couch. Leaning forward, you arched your back to be sure to give Billy a show. His hand making contact with your ass made you jerk forward. It wasn’t a particularly hard slap, just a playful one, but it surprised you all the same.

“I think you have an unhealthy obsession with my ass,” you muttered craning your neck so you could look back at him. He grinned and stepped a little closer. Hiking the skirt of your dress up to pool around your waist, he pulled your panties down just far enough so that they weren’t in the way.

“Can you blame me?” He asked, pushing his hips snuggly against your behind. His hands once more grabbed a hold your asscheeks, massaging them and you smirked to yourself. “It’s delicious,” he stated, pushing your cheeks together and pushing his cock into the space between them. You moaned as he gave a few experimental thrusts of his hips, allowing himself to play with you a little more. He muttered something under his breath, but it was so quiet you weren’t sure he’d meant for you to hear it or not.

He abruptly pulled back from you and sank to his knees behind you. You looked over your shoulder as he pulled your underwear all the way down, discarding them somewhere in the general direction of your bedroom once you’d stepped out of them. As desperate as you were for him to just fuck you, Billy seemed to have other plans. He took his time, hands roaming all over you as he examined you closely. It was another one of his - you wouldn’t go as far as to call them weird, but they were rather strange - things. He liked to inspect every single part of you, just touching and probing to get a reaction out of you, but not necessarily in any sexual way. You honestly had no idea what that was about, but he gave you attention and soft caresses so you weren’t about to complain.

He leaneded forward and sucked your clit into his mouth. A shaky breath escaped you at the feeling and your legs wobbled. You tried to lean up a little, but Billy ran his hand from your ass, slowly up the long line of your back and you knew not to fight him when he put the slightest bit of pressure between your shoulder blades.

Releasing your small bundle of nerves he moved his mouth upwards, stopping to lick and tease at your entrance. You moaned again, loving how good his mouth felt on your most delicate bodyparts. He didn’t stay for long in one place, licking a stripe with his flat tongue upwards, following the line of your crack. Your knees buckled as he made a point by flicking the tip of his tongue against your asshole. His teeth suddenly dug harshly into the meat of your left asscheek and you winced at the feeling.

“Pussy,” he mumbled, throwing those exact same words back at you that you’d teased him with earlier.

“That’s where I want you, yes,” you threw back with all the sass you could muster. Billy laughed, the rumble of it traveling up your spine as he pressed a single, sweet kiss right on your tight muscle.

“You’re bossy today,” he commented.

“And you’re slow,” you shot back. “Take it or leave it, grandpa.” You grinned over your shoulder and although the angle was odd, you were able to meet his eyes. He sighed, but you could see the humour hadn’t left him just yet. He rose to his feets, grabbing a hold of your hip with one hand and his cock with the other. He used his feet, still clothed in those idiotic slippers which had started all of this, to kick your legs a little further apart. You adjusted your stance, ready for him whenever he was.

“Hey,” his soft voice drew your attention and you met his glance again. He leaned over your back, pressing the sweetest little peck to the corner of your mouth. “I love you.” It was muttered so tenderly it reminded you of how gentle he could be at times. Not that you’d ever forget it.

“I love you, too,” you said back. He didn’t waste any time, holding you still as he slowly pushed through your folds. As always you opened up to him with just the tiniest bit of struggle. He set a pace which had you gasping, not very fast but he hit you deep on every single stroke. Billy kept himself busy, dragging your dress down so that he could press kisses and create bruises on the skin of your shoulders and back. You let him, having enough with focusing your energy on keeping your legs stable and grabbing onto the couch which really was the only thing you could reach.

“You getting close?” He breathed against the back of your neck and you nodded wordlessly even though it’d probably take you a few more minutes. Billy used his hold on your hips to change the angle, hitting your g-spot straight on and it had you a moaning mess in no-time. “Touch yourself. Fuck, you look so sexy when you do that,” he said. You did as told, snaking one hand down to your clit and rubbing it in tiny circles. Your breathing laboured and you closed your eyes at the feeling. Billy quickened his pace a little, his skin now slapping against yours in the most obscene noises. He kept praising you as you climbed higher and higher, your pussy clenching down on Billy unconsciously as you were dangerously close to comming.

Your orgasm finally washed over you, leaving you buzzing all over. Your high pitched moan had Billy chuckle breathlessly, but there was humour in it now. He kept fucking you through it, draping himself along the line of your back. Grabbing a hold of your hand still clutching the couch, he brought it up to your chest. Using his own strength and balance, he forced you into a standing position. He kept you up with an arm thrown around your waist and the hand around your wrist, locking you in his embrace as he slowed his pace noticeably. His cock grazed over your g-spot, prolonging your orgasm until you were no longer shaking in his arms.

“You good?” He asked, trailing wet kisses along the side of your neck. You closed your eyes and leaned your head back against his shoulder to give him better access.

“Mhm,” you hummed happily, pulling your fingers away from your clit as Billy’s pace stopped completely.

“Got one more in you, baby?” He questioned you craned your head to meet his eyes.

“Always,” you grinned, a little tiredly, but it still seemed to make him happy. He slowly pulled himself out of you, stumbling over the pants pooling around his ankles as he took a set on the couch. He looked like he was about to say something, but his open arms were the only invitation you needed. Climbing into his lap, you hoisted yourself up on your still wobbly knees. Your thighs shook with the effort it took and he slowly ran his hands over them, stopping to grab a handful of your ass. No surprise there really.

You took his cock in your hand, stroking him a few times and making sure he was completely coated in the mess of your own making. He grinned lazily at you, watching with his eyes trained on your hand. You lowered yourself slowly down on him, the burn of the stretch feeling so good now. You tried to keep your eyes open, but they fluttered close as he pushed deeper into you.

“Oh, fuck!” You breathed out, never getting enough of this. Never getting enough of him. You swirled your hips a little, making sure he was fully sheathed within you. Billy let out a filthy groan, using his hands on your ass to help you grind against him. You started lifting yourself off his cock slowly, slamming down with a little more force. You wanted to set a quick pace, push Billy to the finish line as well, but there was only so much you were able to do when he’d already fucked you almost senseless.

Billy leaned forward, pressing his lips to yours as you moved against him. He let out small moans every time you came back down. He caught your bottomlip between his teeth, tugging at it. Your pace faltered with that and he used it to his advantage. Holding you down, he gave a small thrust of his hips which had you jerking against him with how deep he hit you. Keeping you unmoving with one hand at your ass, the other one went up to start tugging your dress off. You helped him, finding the hem and pulling it off your body. Where it went after it was over your head didn’t matter. All that mattered was how Billy leaned forward to attack your throat with his mouth. As he did so you started working on his own shirt. There was little help from Billy, except that he pulled away from your neck just long enough for the piece of clothing to be hauled over his head.

His lips were back on yours in an instant and you clenched around him on purpose, reminding him that you were supposed to ride him - preferably until he came - not sit there unmoving and warming his cock. Although that thought crossed your mind as well and brought the heat back into your belly. He groaned, tearing his mouth away from yours so that you could move freely, but not before swatting at your ass as an encouragement.

You started moving with a bit more frenzy, building your own orgasm in the process while pushing Billy towards his first of the night. His hands kept wandering, stroking every inch of flesh he could reach, but inevitably coming back to squeeze and pay extra attention to certain parts. Your ass was never left unattended for more than a few seconds at the time, neither were your breasts. He’d either have his hands on them almost the entire time or his mouth whenever he felt cheeky enough to lean in for a lick at your nipples. Many things could be said about Billy, but one thing was certain; he was not passive in bed. He’d always find new ways to occupy himself even as you did most of the work.

You lasted only a few more minutes before your thighs started shaking. Billy noticed as well and took matters into his own hands. Quite literally. He used his hands on your ass to halt your movements, once more holding you down as he laid back on the couch. He maneuvered a little so he could place both his feet on the cushion and when he seemed comfortable, you moved down with him. Placing your forearms on his chest for support you took the opportunity to run your hands through his hair, tugging gently.

Bracing his feet he started thrusting into you with a newfound need for release. You clung to him, bringing your face to his as the two of you switched between kissing and just breathing each other's air. With Billy in control of the movements, you snaked one hand down between your bodies again. Finding your clit easily, you rubbed quickly at it while Billy groaned.

There were so many things you wanted to say as you felt yourself reach the end, some witty comeback, but you couldn’t find the energy to come up with something. You suspected Billy didn’t either. He’d been surprisingly quiet tonight, so far that is. His usual filthy comments had been kept to a minimum and you figured it was just one of those times where there was no need for sexy talk to get the right mood.

“Billy,” you uttered his name like it was prayer, hoping he’d catch on.

“I got you, baby,” he breathed against your cheek. “Come for me. So good for me,” he praised you, his voice thick and that twang of his New Yorkan accent coming out so well as he was getting close. He kept giving you small praises, some of which weren’t even coherent, as you fell off the edge. Your pussy clenched dangerously tight around him as you shuddered against him, moaning sinfully against his open mouth. He closed the distance, lips latching over yours and he swallowed every sound you had to offer.

The aftermath shook you to your core, heat spreading all over your body, flaming your cheeks and neck most of all. You had to tear yourself away from Billy’s mouth to breathe properly and he cradled your face into the side of his neck. Holding you tightly against him he started thrusting into you a little fast, chasing his own orgasm for all it was worth. You could feel yourself still throbbing around him, your clit tingling with just the right amount of overstimulation whenever his pelvis brushed against it.

You moaned against his neck, not denying that it felt so good to be used like this even after the glow of your orgasm started dying down. You kissed along Billy’s neck, sucking his earlobe between your teeth as you waited patiently for him to finish.

He came with a small grunt, hips jerking into yours and losing all his rhythm. You could feel his cum filling you up, the heat of it settling as a different kind of pit deep in your belly. Only God knew you could never get enough of that feeling.

He pushed into you a few more times, half-thrusts at no particular pace as he rode out his orgasm. You lifted your head, looking down at him as he glanced up at the ceiling with hazy eyes. It made you grin as you kept watching him until he eventually stilled.

“I love you,” you mumbled after a long while, afraid you’d upset his euphoria if you spoke sooner.

“Love you,” he hummed, still not fully back to earth by the sound of it. You chuckled, leaning forward to press a slow kiss to his lips. That seemed to wake him up because his hands started wandering again, throwing themselves around your back and holding you pressed against him. “I love you,” he said again, a little clearer this time.

You smiled, bumping your nose against his. You shifted a little so that you could lay down fully on his chest and as you did so your pussy clenched involuntarily around him. He groaned, his hands immediately coming down to your ass. He grabbed the globed once more and helped you grind lazily against him, not fully ready to pull out yet despite the fact you could feel him softening inside of you.

“We never got to do that thing,” Billy muttered, pressing a small kiss to your temple and you hummed, feeling rather content as it is.

“Wishing factory’s closed for today,” you reminded him and you felt him shrug halfheartedly underneath you.

“Next time,” he mused and you chuckled. The force of your laugh made you squeeze around his cock again and though he must be really sensitive by now, he made no effort to pull out. And you were content with staying in this moment for a while longer, the lower bodies of the both of you making small movements against each other.

“Next time we’ll play a game of something I can actually beat you at,” you told him and he chuckled, moving one hand to stroke calmingly along your back.

“Oh really?” There was a knowingness in his tone, as if he didn’t quite belive that would happen. Still, you were adamant to win for once.

“Mhm,” you confirmed. “And then I’ll make you do that thing I’ve always wanted you to do.” You lifted your head to meet his eyes and could see they were already clouded with lust. Already. Oh, this was going to be a long night!

“Game on, baby!” He grinned wickedly.

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sweetsbfreex · 4 years ago

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a father’s duty

Summary: brought to u by the wholesome picture of Cevans sewing up dodger’s stuffed lion 🤧

Warnings: Talk of trauma (nothing too in depth) and talk of sex

Pairings: Dad, Husband!Ransom x reader

You and Ransom were cuddled up together on the couch, some random movie he had chosen that you weren’t paying attention to. You wanted to cuddle, but he insisted on watching this movie so a compromise had to be made. And the feeling of his hand going up and down, inside your shirt, against your arm; Could only make you purr in contentment.

And you were meant to doze off if it wasn’t for the dramatic, high pitched scream of pure agony. You both shot up from your seats, looking at each other wide eyed before dashing up the stairs (Ransom ahead).

Until you were in the doorway of an overly purple room.

“Mommy! Daddy!”

Ransom let a small, stunned gasp at the feel of a teary eyed four year old, Celeste bolting to his legs. Her small arms had tried to wrap around his legs as she sobbed into his jeans, fists tight as she clutching the denim.

Confused you had leant down adjacent to her, Ransom peering down from his stance, lifting her arms to softly run circles over her back.

“What’s wrong baby?” a fake pout on your lips.

“She’s dead!” she had sobbed, her puffy cheek making contact with his expensive jeans to make eye contact with you.

“What? Who’s dead babe?” Ransom asked, tilting his head downward, eye brows stitched together.

She propped her chin up against his leg, “Daffy” she blubbered, extending her arm behind her to point at the limp stuffed bunny a few feet away.

“Fucking––” He couldn’t finish his sentence a hearty laugh emitted into the otherwise somber air, still laughing (some tears streaking his face) he had picked up the once blubbering girl so she saddled on his hip.

“Ransom! It’s not funny and language, god”

“C'mon” he dragged the n, “You gotta admit this is hilarious, she’s so dramatic...I wonder who she gets it from” he smirked, looking at you knowingly.

“You” you appointed, holding back your smile.

“As if” he scoffs rolling his eyes.

“Daffy!” Celeste exclaimed, snapping the two from their loving trance.

“Right!” you snapped yourself back into mom mode, making way to Daffy and your way back to the two, watching Ransom wipe the tears from Celeste’s face, calming her down in a hushed voice.

You sidle up next to Ransom lifting the stuffed animal, so the both of you could evaluate the state of her favorite buddy. You looked up to him, watching his face scrunch up, almost like disgust, but you knew he was just very confused.

“Jeez leste, what’d you do?”

The light yellow bunny up front was perfectly fine, but once you had turned it around a tear in the fabric of the it’s “spine” was parted, the thread poking out along the hem.

“I–– I was just spinning her around”

“Is that really what you did” you prompted.

“No..” she set forward shyly, resting her temple against her father’s shoulder. “There was a string and then I pulled it by accident”

“By accident?” Ransom asked, eyebrows raised.

“On purpose” she mumbled, eyes tearing up slowly.

Celeste is probably the biggest liar the two of you know. You both have been working on that habit, reassuring her that it was fine and being honest is better most times (minus surprises, safety, etc). You both had even resorted to acting out examples for her. She was getting better, but ever the fibber she still found a way to slip into the habit. And when you had asked her why exactly she loved lying, she only replied with a quib “It’s fun!” giggling to herself.

“Hey it’s okay, you were curious” he cooed, “Mommy will fix it don’t worry”

You looked up at him mesmerized, not so surprised at the father he was becoming. Remembering all those nights he had kept the two of you up, even the day you were in labor, he had been worried. How was he ever supposed to love a kid properly–– let alone his–– when he never had that benefit. All these what ifs running through his head in a cycle.

He had even taken it upon himself to sign you both up for those parenting classes. The ones with the fake dolls. Dolls that he held gently as if they were alive.

“I will. You’ve had a long day, love, you wanna go to bed now?” you asked her, smiling.

She nods silently, reaching her hands out to you. Ready for the familiar night routine to begin.

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After Celeste had been put to bed, it was not you and Ransom being the only two up. You were both in your shared bathroom, getting ready for bed.

You groaned, catching the attention of Ransom. “Sewing that thing is gonna be some work” watching yourself in the mirror as you rub in your lotion.

“You’re tying that thing together, how hard can that be?”

“I’m sewing it together”

“Tomato, Tomahto” he responded.

“Fine, since you think it’s so easy why don’t you fix it for her?”

“Deal. I’ll take another night of anal as my end” he says this confindently, not expecting another word for you, as he saunters past you briskly but not before placing a kiss to your check and a rough smack to the ass.

Ransom.

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And god did he take this seriously. Making sure you were up this entire time as he achieved his new level of domesticity.

And you did, sitting up against the headboard as you watched him sit shirtless across the sized room.

He sits in the barrel chair. the stuffed animal in his lap, a spool of light pink thread to match the bunny in between his legs, and a packet of needles in his hand.

“Babe you have to––”

He holds up a hand, stopping you from saying whatever you were about to say.

“I got this babe” he tells you, looking at you wearily as he pulls up a video (‘how to sew stuffed bunny animal together’) on his phone.

You watch him watch the video,switching the show you were watching to make it seem as if you weren’t watching him too carefully.

He squints, focused as he listens to the lady in the video.

“You look so cute”

“Thanks” he grumbles, placing a thimble on his pointer finger.

He was like a cute grandmother. His eyebrows brought together and tongue poking through his cheek, which you teased him endlessly about. There was just something about watching a brawly, grumpy man like him knit. So you pulled your phone out wanting to take a quick picture.

“Put. it. down.” he tells you, not even looking away from his task.

“Wha–– You’re really creepy, you know that. Smile” you demand of him. “It’d be so cute for the album”

He of course doesn’t smile instead raising the stuffed animal to cover his face from the camera, but you were quick enough to get something before that. Smiling fondly at the adorable photo of his concentrated face. Once you had your fill of serotonin, you closed the device and reached over to set it on your nightstand.

“You gonna give me a kiss goodnight before you go?” he asks you stoically, head still looking down at his task.

“Yes Ransom. Just give me a minute’ you respond, shimmying yourself from the soft sheets. You make your way besides Ransom–– naturally he wraps one arm around your waist to bring you–– leaning down and placing a kiss to his cheek (which he smiles at) then his lips. He pulls back first only to return again for a deeper one. Sending you off, finally, with a pinch to your ass.

“Goodnight, Baby” you tell him over your shoulder on your way back to the bed.

“Night y/n/n.”

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“y/n” is whispered in your ear and the shaking of your shoulder is what causes you to wake up. You turn your head over your shoulder to see Ransom standing over you gleefully.

“Ransom?” you rasp, turning your whole body over to face him, looking at the clock on your night stand. “It’s two in the morning!”

“Thanks captain obvious” he mutters, rolling his eyes. Yet, he lifts up the stuffed animal. Both hands on either paws, holding it up to show you. “I finished!”

You instantly noticed the band-aid wrapped around his thumb and the brightest smile on his face. Through it you could see how proud of himself he really was. He really was getting a hand of this dad thing he was still figuring it out.

Ransom, however, could only think about how tired he was and how strained his eyes felt––probably rimmed red. With the amount of times he had to rewatch the video because he missed or didn’t understand a step. But, for his little girl it was definitely worth it.

“Well, look at you. You did so good bub” you extend your arm up lazily to then loop it around his neck, bringing him down for a kiss.

If only his conceited friends could see him now. Thinking about how Danver, one of the many friends he had dropped, would berate him passively. Calling it a women’s role most likely.

“Thank you” he settles one more kiss, “Let’s go”

“Go where?” you chuckle

“Leste’s room...where else? She’ll need him to sleep the rest of the night comfortably” he explains, removing your arm from his neck. To gently tug your hand.

“You sure?” you ask hesitantly.

“Hundred percent, let’s go”

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You open the door slowly, the creaking sound it emitted making you cringe. And when you’re hushed by Ransom, you twist around instantly sending him a stink eye.

And you both stand against the side of her bed, you crouch down. Raising your hand to her shoulder.

“Lesty” you whisper, your thumb running circles over her shoulder.

She wakes up slowly, as always. The clear indication that she is awake being when she raises her hand to rub at her eyes.

“Mommy? She stops and gasps, “Are we going to Disney?” asking the question with glee, she sits up, her hands placed over her book patterned pajama pants.

You and Ransom share a short laugh. Remembering how you surprised her just like this months ago. The frown that overtakes her face makes you both want to laugh.

“I’m going back to sleep” she tells you both, already reaching for her blanket.

“Wait” you laugh, holding her hand. “There's a surprise for you”

At your announcement, Ransom steps up holding out the sewed up stuffy. Her tiny hands covered the gasp she let out, muffling it.

“She’s fixed!” she’s astonished, running her fingers along the stitches.

Celeste felt like a jumping bean with all this happiness filling her body and she wasn’t sure how to express how happy she felt. So, she jumped onto her mother, arms latched onto her neck. Kissing her cheek incessantly.

“Thank you thank you thank you-”

“Actually––” you start.

“Woah! Woah! Woah!” ever the dramatic, “Momma didn’t do this. I did babe” he tells her, a gobsmacked, playful expression on his face.

Ransom’s replica quickly unlatched herself from y/n, rocketing herself into his arms. He held onto her tightly. Falling in love with the toothy smile–– albeit it was missing a front one–– she gave him. He was rolling around in her appreciation towards his gesture. This was all he wanted. To be a better man for you to marry and be a better father for his daughter.

He brought her into him a little bit, placing a kiss to her forehead.

“Anything for you Leste” he tells her in a hush.

You rise slowly from your crouch, knees a bit sore from how long you were down there. Just in awe of the love they both exerted towards each other. Ransom’s hand lightly flying over the back of her head and Her tiny palm coddling his cheek.

“Time for bed?” you ask the two of them, your hand naturally going to Ransom and Celeste’s shoulder.

“Yeah. I’m tired” she tells you, dragging out the h. Setting her cheek to her dad’s muscled shoulder. Nuzzling her cheek against it lazily.

“Yeah? Well let’s put you in bed first” Ransom responds.

You walk behind the two, as Ransom sets her down gently on her bed.

He sets a kiss to her cheek then he pulls back, watching the way her arms tighten around the stuffed animal.

“You love it?” he asks, a proud smile etched on his face.

“Yes” she whispers, “Thank you, daddy” her palm caressing the top of it’s head.

“Anything for you Leste” he reaffirmed. He needed her to know that he’d do anything. Anything. To keep a smile that bright on her precious face. He didn’t want her to doubt if he ever loved her or if she could ever come to him about anything. He especially didn’t want her to think that she’d be second to his work.

He loved her too much and decided, right when you told him the news, he’d learn from his parents’ mistakes and trauma he had to deal with.

“Goodnight, honey”

He gets up from his spot watching you lean over placing a kiss to her cheek, tugging the crocheted blanket to Celeste’s chin.

“Night baby” you tell her sweetly.

“Night” she replies to the both of you before snuggling into the duck more.

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RIght when you shut the door, you expect to face Ransom’s back walking towards your bedroom. But try not to scream, startled, when your head meets with his chest.

You look up, probably not the smartest thing to do. “You ready for bed?” you ask nervously, each hand landing on his broad shoulders.

With the way he was looking at you, you would assume you were the last stash of biscoff cookies he always keeps fully stored in the house. Especially, with the other Drysdale in the house, the cookies went by faster when they used to.

“Don’t think so..We made a bet. Remember?” he smiles

“RIght now?!” you hiss lowly. He must have lost his mind. “You woke me up at like three in the morning”

“It was actually two” you whack his arm at his smart mouth, of course he doesn’t react. “Anyway. A bets a bet. Let’s go baby” he crouches down, lifting you up swiftly into a bride-groom like position.

“Ransom!” you whisper, taken by surprise.

“A quickie and then we’ll drop her off at your parents tomorrow to get to the real stuff tomorrow” he asserts.

With that, he picks up his speed. Taking you both down the hallway. Once he’s arrived at his destination–– the bedroom–– he throws you on the bed. Laughing to himself with how stricken you look. You should be used to this by now, he tells himself.

“Ransom!” is the last of his name he hears with a tone of scolding mixed with shock, before he gets to work. When he climbs on top of you quickly––like a lion to prey––biting your neck.

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narcolini · 3 years ago

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through the phone

güero x gender neutral reader, 966 words, just a bit of angst baybeee

prompt: ‘I wish I met you sooner.’

a/n: thanku to @ashlingnarcos for personally scraping me off the writer’s block and making my first ever narcos fic a güero one :’)

Güero clears his throat. It cracks through the receiver, sharp, angular. Makes you sit straighter though you don’t remember slouching. The edge of the seat bites into your skin with the adjustment, digs at the back of your knees like it hates you for being there. As if you’re any happier about it. This isn’t what you had in mind when they said you could visit, at last, two tables either side of a glass wall. It isn’t the reunion you’d naively hoped for. You’d been pleased to see him, of course; to see that he hadn’t changed, hadn’t given up on himself yet, but the novelty had worn off fast. Disappeared with every minute you couldn’t touch him, every word you had to force through this fucking handset. They may as well have put a television in front of you. Sat you down, hit play, and watched you wither.

He’s looking across at you now like he’s waiting for something, an answer, a question, more words to offer besides how dull it is here. How monotonous, how far from home. You almost break to ask what it is that he wants, but then he speaks again into the static. There’s a half-second delay before it arrives by your ear.

‘I wish I met you sooner,’ he says.

You smile but it doesn’t settle. It hangs awkwardly across your cheeks, tilts down before it’s finished lifting. It’d be a nice thought if it wasn’t tainted with finality. Sooner, he said, before the end, he means.

‘Well, things wouldn’t be the same if you had,’ you tell him. He’d have been married, for starters. Still a husband, a father, a man with real power. He wouldn’t have looked twice at you then. ‘I don’t think I’d have liked you in your thirties. I’ve seen the photos.’

He sighs. It’s weighted like a yawn. ‘You’re a bad liar.’

‘No worse than you.’

He shrugs, tilts his head away and back again. ‘How long do we have left?’

‘Trying to get rid of me already?’ The joke doesn’t land, it deflects off him—off the glass between you—like hail. Stings in the same fleeting way. ‘No time limit.’ You readjust your grip on the phone and laugh to fill the quiet. ‘Fuck, I paid the guard enough to leave us alone for days.’

His face sours at that, dark brows pinching together. You wish you could smooth them back into place with your thumb, watch his face melt under your touch. ‘Don’t waste your money, amor.’

‘I’m not.’

‘It won’t be there forever.’

‘I’m not wasting anything,’ you insist. ‘What’s the point in it just sitting there?’

You hadn’t spent much of your own money since meeting him—his choice, not yours— so why hold onto it now? Why not return the gesture while it still counts?

‘You have to live off something,’ he schools. ‘Things will be different now.’

‘I know, Héctor, I’m not stupid.’

Money can always be made but time can’t be scraped back in the same way. All the minutes you lose to arguing, complaining, staring at each other in silence, can’t be grown in the desert, or funnelled back into your pockets with desperate hands. It drips away from you both, seeps into the concrete beneath. You’d empty your bank entirely if it meant you could keep that from happening.

‘I was fine before you, jefe.’ If you could, you’d knock his foot under the desk or pinch the dip in his chin. Instead, you settle for a smile, a tilt of your head. ‘So don’t worry too much, hm?’

‘You’re right,’ he sighs again, drags a palm down his face, ‘sorry. I hate this.’

You do too. It’s making you talk to each-other like strangers.

‘It’s not so bad,’ you lie, ‘better than just the phone. At least we see each other now.’

It barely nicks the surface, hardly soothes the ache, you know, but he takes it anyway. He nods in a placating way, then stretches, forcing a breath deep enough to pull the shirt taught across his chest. ‘Tell me then,’ he decides afterwards, ‘about home.’ He leans onto his elbows, settling himself just inches from the glass. ‘What am I missing?’

Your hand goes out instinctively, finger trailing the line of his forearm on the opposite side. It’s cold where it should be warm; not soft, not him, but scratched like someone had tried to claw their way through. ‘Well,’ you start slowly, ‘the estate agent thinks we have a buyer. But Catalina told me the couple have pulled out of three other properties already.’

‘Catalina?’ His eyebrow raises slightly. ‘She’s back in town?’

‘Every now and then.’ You smile. ‘I think she feels sorry for me, she shows up with food and wine like you’ve died.’

He laughs, well, exhales through his nose. It fogs the glass momentarily. ‘Well, what else does she say about this couple? They want a bigger pool, or what?’

So you tell him that she knows they’re picky about tiling, and then you tell him what your mother had cooked last Sunday, and what your youngest brother has decided to go to school for. You tell him which clothes of his you’ve taken to wearing, which you’ve considered selling so he can’t have them once he’s out. You tell him about the movies you’ve seen, and the ones you haven’t—because he’d like them too—and eventually it’s like you’re elsewhere entirely. Like you’re sitting in a cantina, heads ducked together, eating off the same plate. Talking like you’d not seen each other in days, when really it had been barely an hour. A minute. Speaking to each other like you always have. ‘What else,’ he says, then and now, ‘what else?’

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writingonsaturn · 4 years ago

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Better Unsaid

a/n okay this has been all over the place!! it was originally going to be a blurb and darker and closer to smutty (so keep your eyes out for that??? lol), but then I made it softer and the concept got away from me and it got soooo much longer than expected lmao and i still dont love where it ended so maybe part 2?? i have the idea i just dont know lol

summary: Reader is a princess and Anakin has been her guard during the most public season for the past two years (not the most logical thing but just go with it lol, it gets explained better in the fic) and after a near death experience the two are conveniently forced into a....

ONE BED TROPE ONE BED TROPE *cough cough* ONE BED TROPE WITH ONE PERSON HAVING TO WAKE UP THE OTHER BC THEYRE HAVING A NIGHTMARE,, :)))))))

His smugness is the only thing about him I can consider ‘ugly’. And because I am so desperate to not have feeling for Anakin, the Jedi who has been assigned to protect me through coronation season (which lasts for most of winter), for the last two coronation seasons, I hold onto my distaste for that side of him. Which is why I suppress my laugh as he waits for my reaction with that confident smile.

“Come on, that was funny.”

Rolling my eyes, I let myself sit on my bed. I can’t tell if he’s actually funny or if my evening has been so boring that his sense of humor has started to become appealing to me due to comparison. In short, the suitor I was forced to spend an entire evening with lacked personality so much I’m starting to find Anakin funny.

“You’re much more entertaining than this evening’s suitor.”

Anakin’s expression shifts slightly, his assured grin dropping slightly. “Another miss?”

“You have no idea.” I relax slightly, taking a moment to be glad that I completed my father’s request and now I can just enjoy the time I have with Anakin. “I know my father’s desperate to make sure my marriage is useful for our people and that he worries about this selection process because he always thought my mother would be here to help, but sometimes I wish he wouldn’t rush it so much. It feels like all he wants me for is to marry me off in exchange of finance or weaponry or something diplomatic.”

“You’re more than that.” His response is so soft I think I might have missed it if I needed it less. I curse myself for feeling so validated by him. His words shouldn’t mean anything to me. After all, he could easily just be saying that because agreeing with my father will just make me more unpleasant to be around.

I smile politely while avoiding his eyes. I keep my hands on either side of me, fighting the urge to fidget. “Thank you, Anakin.” My words sound weak in my own ears, so I’m sure he notices my shift in mood. “I’m tired today, I think I’m going to go to bed early.” Normally, I’d be able to shrug off these kinds of things, but the beginning of Coronation Season makes me irritable. The anniversary of my mother’s death hits me harder each year.

“Y/n.” My name comes out so velvety I can’t find it in myself to interrupt him. “You are more than someone meant to be used as some kind of royal currency, and I mean that as more than just a...friend.”

I let his last word linger. We’ve tried so many titles that never seem to fit right. He’s the chosen one, one of the most powerful Jedi to exist, and the Jedi assigned to protect me each Coronation Season because that’s when my mother was assassinated. He’s my guard, but we’ve spent too many nights laughing together and talking about everything and anything. And I guess now he’s my friend, even though sometimes when he looks at me in a certain way or sits too close to me or reaches for my hand to guide me somewhere I can’t breathe right.

“Anakin, you know I love when you’re here, even though sometimes you drive me insane. And I appreciate your kindness, but your words can’t change the truth. That’s how my father sees me and he’s not exactly wrong. I’m not a son, I haven’t been raised to lead an army or lead much, and--”

“I’ve seen you in meeting after meeting, convention after convention. I’ve witnessed the way you handle real problems and I know how you care about your people. You’d make a great leader, you don’t need a husband to be valuable.”

My chest swells, feelings I never let myself think about mixing with thoughts of Anakin that I’ve spent so long trying to avoid. “That settles it, you’re my favorite person.”

He grins, the look warm enough to melt the odd lump in my throat. I fight down a smile as he steps forward. “And I wasn’t before?”

“I take it back--your head’s big enough without the additional praise.”

Rolling my eyes, I lean back slightly in order to recreate the distance he so easily destroyed. “And I thought you had finally warmed up to me, princess.”

The use of my title makes me skeptical. The last time Anakin used it was when he was trying to ease me so that I’d walk around the palace garden so he had an excuse to do the same. It was beyond late and I was half asleep, but he had os much energy he was desperate and just needed to do one more thing. I felt bad that his schedule revolved so heavily around mine (and when he softens his eyes and says please, I’m left incapable of saying the word ‘no’) so I agreed.

“What do you want?”

Anakin dramatically clutches a hand over his heart. He throws his head back slightly as if he’s just taken a fatal blow. “When did you turn so cynical? I’ve been back for three days and I’m starting to believe you’re a different person now.”

Yeah...he’s definitely getting ready to ask for something that’s more trouble than it’s worth. Then again, everything with him seems to be worth it in some capacity. Even if it’s just that one smile he gets when he’s truly content and doesn’t think anyone’s looking.

“Mhm,” I mumble, still fighting a grin, “so you’re not going to ask me anything?”

His lips part slightly as he exhales. I watch the way his eyes narrow at my victorious expression. “I don’t have anything to ask of you, but I do have a small request. A request so small you won’t have to do anything but say yes.”

Suspicious. Too easy. “You’re unbelievable.”

“You just said I was your favorite person. Remember that.”

I’m too tired for his coyness. I’d rather him make his ridiculous request now so that I can be in bed within the hour. Though I can’t pretend I don’t normally feel better after letting him drag me along on whatever ‘adventure’ he just needed to complete while also not letting me out of his sight. I used to tell him that I wouldn’t tell anyone if I wasn’t under supervision for an hour or two a day, but he dismissed the idea immediately. That’s been the cornerstone of everything.

“What is it?”

He sighs once, tilting his head slightly. The way his eyes soften tells me he’s already won at least half the battle. “They still haven’t caught the attempted--” Anakin pauses, something behind his eyes darkening. I know what he’s remembering. Last night, an assassin had gotten closer than they ever had. I had almost been shot in the garden, Anakin had barely pushed me to the ground in time. A fact he’s been beating himself up for since, especially considering that no one has been able to find my attempted killer yet. “They were so close to you. They were within palace limits and they disappeared like they never existed. Who’s to say they don’t work here and are waiting for the next moment you’re exposed? Who’s to say they aren’t here tonight, waiting for me to retire for the night?”

I didn’t realize how my near death experience had been so personal to him. He, like everyone else, was beyond frantic after it happened. But my father put an end to verbal worry before it could truly begin. He said the best thing we could do was act like everything was fine as the assailant was searched for. Anakin hadn’t been particularly cheery after my father instructed the guards to focus their search on known enemies instead of prioritizing venting the staff closest to me. I comforted him as best as I could, but he didn’t feel like speaking about it and I had to worry about the suitor meeting my father wouldn’t let me cancel.

“Anakin, you’re right next door to me.” I have to fight the urge to reach for him. “I was fine because of you, and I will be fine because of you.”

He sighs once, his expression not easing. “And if the person is silent? The attacker could easily work in the palace, but no one wanted to direct the search inwards.” His words are more strained than I’ve ever heard them be. “I think it’d be smart for me to stay in here. I know you’ve refused having a guard stay in your room or outside your door, but...” Anakin sighs. “Your safety would be more assured.”

Him staying in my room? The only line I’ve ever been allowed to draw, and I’m actually considering letting that go. If he seemed even slightly less sad, I wouldn’t even consider it. It’s not a good idea. I’m already too attached to him. “Anakin--”

“I’d feel more assured.”

Damn him. Stupid, extremely sweet Anakin who makes saying no to him impossible. I stretch my arm forward, letting my hand squeezes his forearm gently. “There’s no reason to not feel assured.” He doesn’t ease, the cloudiness behind his eyes remains stubborn. “You’re still worried.” No reaction, the haze that’s taken him isn’t letting go. “Fine--but tell no one or my father is going to take to posting guards at my door every night.”

...I guess there are worse ways to spend a night. Which is kind of a problem since I’m trying to...enjoy Anakin less. Ugh, I even sound dumb in my head. “I promise, princess.”

Ugh, he’s adorable. “You’re intolerable.” I stand from he foot of my bed and pull back the covers on my bed. He doesn’t reply, something dark still playing for him. I watch him move to face the door. Wait--is he doing what I think he’s doing? “No, you’re not going to stand there all night. You need sleep.” He has the audacity to give me an annoyed look. “I already didn’t want to do this so now you have to listen to my conditions.”

He raises an eyebrow, his lips pressing together oddly. He’s trying to gauge something from my expression, perhaps he’s looking for buttons to press to get his way. I guess I look as stubborn as I feel because instead of arguing he just sits on the floor. What? I watch him cautiously, trying to figure out if this is some weird argument trick.

“What are you doing?”

“What you asked.”

And just like that I’ve put myself in a position that I will no doubt regret terribly the second common sense returns to me. There’s no way to deny that Anakin and I are closer than we probably should be. We’ve felt like friends first since the day we first met. I can’t think of any reason to not offer to let him sleep in my bed except those stupid budding feelings I refuse to label.

It’s not like I actually like him. I can’t--I’m going to be married to some nobleman and he’s prohibited from ever forming attachments. I’m not even sure if we’re allowed to be friends. Having actual feelings for him would be so, so pointless. It would just lead to heartache and the ruining of the one genuine relationship I have. I’m just a tiny bit confused right now because he’s objectively really attractive and he’s always there for me. Always there to make a joke after a particularly rough meeting. Always there to offer me a supportive smile. Always there to humble me when I teeter on acting like my father.

Anyone’s heart would flutter at that, so it doesn’t mean anything. And if it does, I need to squash any budding feelings now before I mess things up. Which is why I should keep him at arm’s length until I get it together. But is that fair to him? And what if doing that is making things worse? What if it’s just reinforcing the idea of having feelings?

This is ridiculous. I’m going to get over this if it kills me. It’s just a bed and it’s only sleeping. I’m meant to be able to lead an entire union and I can’t sleep next to someone and act normal?” “You don’t have to sleep on the floor.”

The second the words leave my mouth I regret it all. What’s wrong with me? Did I seriously think I’d be okay?

I hear his soft exhale, “I’ll be fine. I’ve slept in worse places than on your marble floor.”

His voice sounds so weighted I can’t help but feel bad for not noticing that he’s still bothered. Whether he’s upset about his near miss or the fact that my father didn’t take his advice, I don’t know. But something’s wrong. The easy thing to do would be to just let him sleep it off. The smart thing to do would be to leave him alone until tomorrow.

I think of all the times that I’ve been upset and Anakin had refused to let me go to sleep angry or sad or overwhelmed. “I know, but it’s really not a big deal. It’s not like we don’t know each other. I mean, last Coronation Season you buttoned me into more gowns than my handmaid. And I owe you for saving me from one of the worst suitors I’ve ever had.”

“I’m starting to think we need to develop some kind of signal.”

The tiny bit of lightness that’s returned to his voice makes all of my internal struggle feel worth it. “You always seem to know.”

“That’s because when you’re reaching your limit, that one line appears between your eyebrows.”

I didn’t realize I had such a tell. I try to remember the way that the suitor drawled on and on about how amazing he was and how he couldn’t wait for the day he had a bride to bear his children and plan (tedious) social events. My hand moves to my forehead, trying to feel the crease Anakin mentioned. Can everyone tell when I’m growing tired? Am I that transparent?

Anakin’s slight laugh steals my attention. He’s facing me again, his elbow holding his head up on the foot of my bed. “What are you doing?”

“I don’t--I don’t think i get a crease between my eyebrows when I’m irritated.”

I hear him stand. I don’t realize he’s approaching me until he’s so close I could touch him without even needing. to stretch. “No, when you’re irritated you raise your eyebrows slightly, because that’s when you’re at your most sarcastic.”

“Really?”

The corner of his mouth tugs upwards. “Just like that.” I force myself to keep my expression blank. “When you’re reaching your limit, your eyebrows crease here.” His finger taps the space between my brows so gently I almost don’t realize what he’s doing. “And when you’re trying not to laugh--which is often, because you refuse to admit that I’m funny--you press your lips together in a way that forms a dimple here.” The knuckle of his pointer finger brushes against the bottom of my cheek.

I bite my tongue to fight the warmth spreading across my face. “I didn’t realize i was so transparent.”

“I can’t always tell what you’re thinking.”

“I’ll take it.” Maybe if I was less tired, I’d argue a little more. “You know you’re not that difficult to read either.”

“Really?”

“Yes, I can tell when you’re just being stubborn for the sake of it. I can see it in your eyes and you’re doing it right now.”

His expression harshens slightly before softening. “Y/n--”

“I’m not wrong.”

He sighs once, stepping back. I watch him pace around my bed before taking a seat on the edge of my other side of the bed. “Are you happy now?”

“Happy that I won? Absolutely.”

Anakin halfheartedly glares at me. “Careful, add a crown and a robe that trails down a throne and I’d feel like I was speaking to your father.”

“Careful, another side comment like that and I’ll ‘accidentally’ kick you off the bed in the middle of the night.”

“Not if I kick you off the bed first.”

I trace a thoughtless pattern on the fabric of my bedsheets. “What are you? Twelve?”

“I’m older than you.”

“Barely.” I continue the thoughtless pattern tracing as I fight the sleep from my eyes. “Your comebacks are usually more creative than that.”

He exhales, relaxing slightly as he rests his back against a pillow. “I’m tired, like you claimed to be.” His eyes flutter slightly, a bit of his exhaustion showing. “Go to sleep.”

I should. I’m too old to think I can put off a tomorrow I don’t want by just staying up. This is stupid. I’m too old to think I can put off the anniversary of my mother’s death by going to bed. She had been taken from us on castle grounds, killed by a revolutionist who viewed my mother as a class traitor. I still remember the way she slumped to the ground, her blood staining the snow beneath her. I remember the way the guards were so busy chasing her killer no one thought to keep me away from the body.

“Y/n?”

I scratch the back of my arm in hopes of banishing my thoughts. “Yes?”

“You’re being quiet.”

“You said to go to sleep, that tends to be a quiet thing.”

I can feel his eyes on me. “Since when do you listen to me?” Not trusting myself to actually reply, I only offer him a hum of acknowledgement. “I know you’re not half asleep.”

Folding my hands on my lap, I avoid his gaze. “It’s tomorrow.”

I don’t know why I trust him to understand my vague response, but I do. His silence stretches over us like a thin blanket on a cold night. Maybe he doesn’t understand what I’m implying. I can always correct him tomorrow, when my eyelids are no longer as heavy as my heart. The more seconds that pass in total silence, the more I think that maybe he’s fallen asleep.

I wouldn’t be surprised, Anakin has seemed tired recently, like some additional weight he won’t share with anyone has been thrust onto his shoulders. A small part of me rolls in guilt. I need to be a better friend, just because I’m suddenly a little too aware of him doesn’t mean I can shrug him off and ignore him.

My hand almost flinches away from the feeling of something surprisingly warm touching my pinky. When I realize that it’s just Anakin and that the contact was probably accidental, I force myself to ease. It’s not like we’ve never touched before, I don’t understand why I’m making it weird. Sitting in my bed in the dark doesn’t change anything. His hand turns slightly, pressing into mine a little more assuredly. Biting my tongue, I turn my hand slightly, exposing my palm. And just like that, our fingers intertwine.

“She would have been proud of you.” His voice comes out so low I barely register the words.

The words shouldn’t mean much to me--he never knew my mother and has no way to know what she wanted me to be.--and yet I find comfort in them. I smile, turning my head towards him. “You didn’t even know her.”

He rolls his eyes slightly, relaxing further before squeezing my hand once. “Who wouldn’t be proud of you? You’re kind and smart and decent to be around when you’re not telling me what to do.”

My heart swells in my chest so much I’m surprised it doesn’t burst. Could he be cuter? “Yeah...now I’m sure you’re my favorite person.”

“Now you’re sure?”

The smugness in his voice has me rolling my eyes. “Don’t make me regret saying that.”

“Maybe in the morning,” he says easily, “now go to sleep. There’s nothing worse than escorting you from meeting to meeting while you’re tired.”

“I’m not that bad.” Even in this darkness, I can make out the way he raises an eyebrow. “Shut up--I’m going to sleep, but not because of you.”

He lets out a slight huff. “You’re impossible.”

The desire to respond to his comment is not enough for me to win the fight against the weight of my eyelids. The moment my eyes shut, I feel powerless to anything that isn’t sleep. I let myself fall into a weightless sleep, my only tether being the Anakin’s fingers around mine.

A distant noise yanks me from my sleep. I’m too drowsy to do anything but register the sound. I hear another similar...whine? cry? I can’t tell and I’m too asleep to figure it out. I almost fall asleep again, but a third distressed sound keeps me from it. I wipe my eyes lazily with the back of my hand as I try to sit up.

Squinting, I make out a figure on my bed. It takes me a moment to remember Anakin and how I fell asleep. Our hands are still together and no light is peering through my window so it can’t be that long since I fell asleep. Another disgruntled sound carries itself throughout the room. I shift slightly, leaning over Anakin cautiously.

Golden brown curls are beginning to stick to his forehead and his eyebrows are drawn together sharply. He’s having a nightmare. I shift even further forward before cautiously placing a hand on his shoulder before squeezing him gently.

“Anakin,” I whisper, “it’s not--it’s not real.” His eyebrows draw together even more harshly. I shake him a little more stubbornly. “Anakin, wake up--you’re having a ni--”

My forearm is grabbed so suddenly I barely register it before I feel my back shoved into my mattress. I blink twice. His dark eyes are frantic and the look on his face is far from the gentle, easygoing expression I’m used to. He’s breathing deeply, his chest rising and falling from above me. I swallow a slight panic and something I don’t understand as I try to keep my eyes on his face and my thoughts away from how close he is. Anakin pries his fingers from my forearm one by one until only his palm is touching me.

“Y/n, I--”

“It’s okay.” Honestly, I’m more worried about his uneven breathing than the way he grabbed me. I can’t imagine everything he’s been through or how justified his nightmares are. Anakin moves his hand away from me. I don’t sit up until he’s off of me and sitting with his back against my headboard. “It’s okay--I just--you were having a nightmare and I thought I should wake you.” He doesn’t react. I turn my body further, keeping my back straight. Anakin doesn’t move, and the longer he stays still, the more I feel like I should say something else. “Do you want talk about it? Or do--do you want to talk about something else? Or go to sleep? Or get some water? Or--” The far off look behind his eyes silences me. I scoot forward slightly. “You’re okay, Anakin, I promise.”

His head turns at that, his eyes searching mine for something I don’t understand. “I thought...” He cuts himself off by swallowing once.

I shift a little more, trying to find anything normal in his expression. “Thought what?”

Anakin’s hand is on my arm so quickly I don’t even register his movement. I let his fingers press into my skin. He’s holding onto me like I’m a figment of a dream and he’s beginning to wake up. “I thought I’d failed.” He exhales, the sound heavy. “Failed you and that you’d--I thought I had lost you.”

A lump rises in my throat, thick and unmoving. Cautiously, I place my hand over the one still gripping my shoulder like a lifeline. “You didn’t. Nothing happened, it was just a dream.”

His gaze falls to the ground before he repeats the last of my words. “Just a dream.” There’s a hollowness to his voice I don’t understand.

I exhale, carefully running my thumb over his knuckles. “Yes.” He doesn’t say anything but his expression hardens again. I let us sit there like that for a long minute. “I promise.”

“You can’t promise things like that.”

I sigh, unsure of where to go from here. “Bad dreams are only bad dreams.” He doesn’t reply. “I think you should try to get some more sleep.”

Anakin is unresponsive. I shift back, but before I can transition from almost being on top of him to just sitting next to him, he pulls on my arm to keep in place. “I don’t know what I’d do if something happened to you.”

“Nothing’s going to happen to me.”

“You almost died today, y/n. I was right there and if I had been a second later--”

“But you weren’t.” He doesn’t ease. “You were there and I was fine. Don’t torment yourself over what could have been. You’ll drive yourself crazy.”

“If anything ever happened to y--”

“It’s not going to,” I whisper, ignoring the way his hold on my arm tightens even further, “Especially this time a year when I have a pretty good gau--”

He tilts his head slightly, eyebrows drawing together and a ghost of a smile on his lips. “Pretty good? Really?”

“Someone needs to watch your ego, chosen one.” This time when he tries for a smile, the look has some strength behind it. Relief pools in my stomach. “Now get some sleep, tomorrow’s a busy day and when you’re sleepy you’re beyond irritable.”

Anakin lets me pull away enough to lay down, but he doesn’t follow. Not for a long second. When he does, his movements are impossibly rigid. I watch him out of the corner of my eye as carefully as I can manage.

“Y/n?”

I regret turning my head immediately. I didn’t realize how close he was. It would take no effort from me to make our lips meet. Wait--why am I thinking of that? I’m not allowed to think of stuff like that...especially not about him.

“Yes?”

He lets out a breath before moving his hand. I don’t understand his hesitation until I feel his hand cupping my cheek gently. “What if next time I’m not enough? What if next time I lose you because I’m not strong enough?”

I never thought my death would be such a personal thing to him. Sure, I knew that we had some kind of bond, some kind of friendship, and that my death would bring sadness. But I never imagined I’d matter enough to him that thoughts of my death would be frightening enough to slip into his subconscious and become a thing of nightmares.

“You are enough. Nothing is going to happen to me and if it does it’s not going to be because of you.” Anakin’s lips press together in a way that implies serious uncertainty. His thumb brushes across my cheek so unexpectedly I almost ask him what he’s doing. The intensity behind his eyes is enough to burn me. “Was your dream really that bad?”

He lets out an uncertain breath as his eyebrows draw together. I don’t miss the way his jaw clenches. “It’s more than the dream. I...y/n, princess,” he tacts on, a hint of humor returning to him, “you’re more than a mission to me.”

The admission is so soft I can’t help but smile. “I know, Anakin, we’re--”

“You’re more than a friend to me.” I don’t know if my blood freezes in my veins or if my lungs don’t contract when they should or if my heart literally skips a beat, but I know something in me completely stops at his words. “I--”

“Don’t say it.” I don’t know how I managed to cut him off so sharply and I’m a little disappointed when I do, but it’s the right thing to do. Thought of the code that’s so important to him have clouded half the immense shock and joy swelling in my chest. “What you’re trying to say...I um, I want to say the same.” I try to drop my gaze but he tilts my head up slightly with his hand. “But we shouldn’t, you know that.”

"You want to us to pretend that nothing’s different? You want me to escort you from meetings with one suitor to the next every Coronation Season until you’re married off?”

“No, I’m not saying that. The point is that I’m not saying anything.” His eyebrows draw together in uncertainty. “Isn’t it enough for now, for both of us to just know? If we say it...that could mean bad things for you. And I don’t want to be a bad thing for you.”

“You could never be.”

It’d be so easy to believe him. To believe him and to let him say what I never imagined I’d be able to hear and damn the consequences of tomorrow. “Can we just refrain from verbally saying anything until you’re sure?”

“I’m sure right now. I’ve been sure since the first time we ever walked in the garden together. The night after the first Coronation Ball I escorted you to.”

I remember that night well. The way he hadn’t scolded me for needing air or taking off my uncomfortably high heels to walk in the grass. “If you mean it, you won’t say it yet. I refuse to get in the way of what you’re meant for.”

His thumb runs my cheek entirely, stopping at the corner of my mouth. “Are you capable of not disagreeing with me?”

Rolling my eyes slightly, I place my hand over his. “Probably not.”

Anakin exhales, his playful irritation clear in the sound. “You’re impossible when you’re tired.”

“I am not tired.”

“I can see the sleep in your eyes.”

“I can see it in yours too.”

He pauses, eyebrows drawn together cautiously. “I’ll go to sleep if you do.”

He must be more tired than I thought if he’s compromising with me so quickly. “Deal.”

Neither of us close our eyes for a long second, we just watch each other with wide eyes. It still doesn’t feel like he’s eased, but he’s come back to me so much more than he was earlier. I’ll make sure to check how he’s feeling in the morning. The first morning after we’ve...I don’t know.

I’m trying really hard not to get excited because anything that’s been not said could be taken back so easily. That’s the point--but it’s hard not to let my heart get ahead of my rationality. I’ll just take the good for what it is for now and tomorrow we can figure out the rest. Even though he’s not allowed to form attachments and my father really wants to marry me off to foreign royalty.

Tomorrow. This can begin to be solved tomorrow. My eyes shut and I let myself roll fully onto my back. The second I’m comfortably settled, I feel Anakin shift against the bed. I’m too tired to open my eyes until I feel a weight placed against my chest.

I open my eyes on instinct, less surprised than I should be when I see Anakin’s head resting against my chest. Before I can speak, I feel his arm rest against my side. “Anakin,” I breathe, my hand moving to smooth his hair out of his face the way I’ve wanted to for so long. “What did we just talk about?”

“You said not to say anything,” he mumbles comfortably, “I’m not saying anything.” ...It is kind of the ideal compromise. Especially since I’m too tired to find reason and he feels so warm. “I can feel you overthinking. Go back to smoothing my hair before I have to rise and stand at your door so that your handmaid comes to wake you. Something tells me she’d be glad for the excuse to get rid of me.”

That might be the most dramatic thing I’ve ever heard him say. Selma is the most patient woman in the palace. “Selma would never report anything involving me, I can’t believe you don’t like her. She’s the sweetest woman I’ve ever met.”

“She’s the one that doesn’t like me,” he says, “she always watches me like she’s trying to figure out if I’m planning on stealing you away.”

Too tired to fight my smile, I go back to smoothing his hair out with my fingers. After a moment, he lets out an exhale that relaxes his entire body. “Goodnight, princess.”

“Goodnight.” The word is barely a mumble as I feel sleep tug against me for the second time tonight.

It’s strange, but my excitement doesn’t diminish my tiredness, it just makes the prospect of rest feel so much fuller. Safer. Because there’s so much to sort out and grieve but it’s okay, because we have the time and everything feels okay because Anakin is here, right beneath my fingertips.

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a-libra-writes · 4 years ago

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Looove your writing, and congrats for your 800 followers!!

Can you do a "I didn't think you'd remember" headcanons for Roose please, or any headcanons you have, I'm a fan of them 💕

im gonna use this opportunity to hunt the rare Roose Having Feelings Sometimes .... not just related to this quote tho!

You weren't expecting much for your Name Day. You were still hung up on the whole "dragged kicking and screaming into the Dreadfort to marry a terrifying man". It'd been almost six moons now, and you forgot about the Name Day until a week before. Your mother had written a letter, with a gift attached. It was nice enough. It didn't make up for the arrangement they forced you into.

You ended up leaving the gift on a table. By the time your Name Day came, you'd forgotten about it. You woke up like it was any other day, noting Roose had left early this morning. Your usual handmaid helped you get ready for the day. She gave you well-wishes, which you thought was odd. You didn't tell her.

Then she lays out a beautiful new dress for you - your favorite color, not the colors of your new house. She almost looks nervous as she says it's from Lord Bolton, and she's relieved when you give a small smile and decide to wear it.

When you arrive to eat breakfast, your lord husband isn't there, but what is present is your favorite breakfast, made completely fresh. There's a small dessert, even, and a wine brought in from the Arbor. You've never seen fancy wine at the Dreadfort, Roose doesn't drink. You savor every bit.

When it's over, a servant surprises you with a modestly wrapped box. There's jewelry inside, also suited to your tastes and meant to match the gown. This is no inexpensive gift.

Now you ought to find Roose, thank him for all this, even if you aren't sure how to start. It's not that he was ever cruel to you, but he's ... difficult, and complicated, and more than a little fixated on you. You hadn't asked for the arrangement - in fact, if you refused, he made it happen anyway. There was no arguing against him.

So this was... interesting. Maybe a peace offering?

You fight Roose in his usual study. You watch him go through some letters before stepping inside. He actually hadn't noticed you in the doorway.

Your eyes meet, and that unguarded expression he wears just seconds before the mask comes up - was it surprise? Did he think you would refuse the dress? That you wouldn't eat? Is he really so pleased?

"I didn't think you would remember, my lord," That was an understatement. But you are grateful, even if it was a gesture just to keep you placated. Still, isn't it odd he didn't present you with all of this himself? "They're lovely gifts."

"I'm pleased to see you enjoy them." Roose replies in that usual even tone of his. Those pale eyes are watching you carefully. They're raking over the gown on your body, the jewels at your neck, and suddenly you feel self-conscience. Nervous. You feel like you should do more. Something like ...

"Perhaps in the evening, when you aren't so busy, we could walk the godswood. Or the river." The offer comes out before you can control it. It's the least you can do, and maybe there will be a delicious dinner afterward, and even more dessert. It doesn't seem far-fetched. Maybe you aren't entirely comfortable here yet, but there's no reason to stay miserable.

You've known Roose long enough to pick up subtle changes in his body language, his expressions. He nods, but his eyes still linger and he seems less... tense. Perhaps you were imagining that last part.

#roose bolton x reader #got x reader #game of thrones x reader #libra headcanons

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baya-ni · 4 years ago

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The Queer Appeal of Sk8

Recently @mulberrymelancholy reblogged a post of mine with a truly galaxy brain take about how Sk8 “is a show made for queer fans” and generally how sports anime often depicts love and relationships in a way that’s more accessible and relatable to ace/arospec people than other mainstream media does.

Just, *chef’s kiss* fucking brilliant. I urge you to read their post here (note I’m referring to the reblog not the actual post).

And basically, it got me thinking about this concept of Sk8 as a Queer Show, and the kinds of stories and dynamics that tend to attract queer audiences in droves, regardless of whether its queerness is made explicit or hell, whether that queerness was intended.

And that’s what I’ve been pondering: What are the cues, markers, or coding, in Sk8 that set off the community’s collective gaydar?

I obviously can’t speak for the community. So here’s what aspects of the show intrigued me and what, for me, marks Sk8 as a Queer Show beyond the subtextual queer romances: a punk/alternative aesthetic, Found Family, Shadow as a drag persona, and The Hands.

1.) The Punk Aesthetic

All three of the above screenshots are taken from Ep 1, and every single one of them depicts background characters. They’re nameless and ultimately unimportant characters, yet each of them designed so distinctly and so unique from one another, one could mistake each of them for the main character(s) of another story.

Of what little I know about Punk subculture, I do know this: that the ethos of Punk is heavily built around a celebration of individuality and non-conformity. Sk8 seems to have incorporated this ethos into the very fabric its worldbuilding, and the aesthetics and culture upon which it takes inspiration appeals specifically to a queer audience.

I don’t really need to explain why Punk has such deep ties with the queer community. For decades, queer people have found community and acceptance within punk spaces, and punk ideology is something that I think is just ingrained in the queer consciousness as both lived experience and a survival tactic.

Therefore, a show that adopts punk aesthetics is, by association, already paying homage to Queer culture, intentional or not.

Queer fans notice this- like recognizes like.

2.) Found Family

This also needs little explanation.

Too often, queer individuals cannot rely on their “born into” families for support and acceptance. Too often, we are abused, neglected, and abandoned by those who we were taught would “always be there for us.”

And so, a universal experience for queer people has been redefining the meaning of Family, having to build our families from scratch, finding brothers, sisters, mothers, and fathers in people with whom we have no blood relation, and forming communities tied together by shared lived experience rather than shared genetics.

And this idea of Found Family is also built into Sk8′s narrative.

Like, for example, the way that Reki promises MIYA that he and Langa will “never disappear from [his] sight,” filling the void that MIYA felt after his friends abandoned him.

And in the way that JOE becomes a paternal figure for Reki, teaching him ways to improve in skateboarding, and ensuring that Reki doesn’t self isolate when he’s feeling insecure.

And in the whole Ep 6 business with Hiromi acting as babysitter to the Gang.

Hell, even ADAM (derogatory) is associated with this trope. Abused as a child, he finds solace in an underground skateboarding community and culture he helped create- his own found family (or some powertrippy version of it anyway).

Again, queer fans see themselves depicted in the show, but this time in the way that the show gives importance to Found Family relationships between its characters.

3.) Shadow and Drag

This is one that’s more of an association that I personally made. But I was intrigued by the way that Hiromi adopts his SHADOW persona. He wears SHADOW like a mask, and adopts a personality seemingly so opposite to his day-to-day behavior.

Further, the theatricality and general “gender fuckery” of his SHADOW persona, to me, just seemed so similar to a the characteristics of a drag persona (I don’t know a whole lot about drag but enough that I’m drawing superficial similarities).

There’s also this aspect of a “double life” that he, and actually all the other adult characters of the show, have to adopt, which is a way of living that I’m sure a lot of queer viewers see themselves reflected in.

4.) The Hands

Ohhhh the Hands.

One of the things I noticed very early on is the way the show constantly draws our attention to Reki’s hands, which I thought was a little strange for an anime about skating. After all, skating doesn’t really involve the hands, or at least the show doesn’t really draw attention to hands within the context of skating.

I count 3 times so far between Eps 1-9 in which hands are the focus of the frame.

First, when Reki teaches Langa how to fist pump after Langa lands his first ollie, second, when Reki and Langa make their Promise, and finally, when Langa saves Reki from falling off his board.

And you know what they say, twice is a coincidence but thrice is a motif (no one else actually says this I think I’m the only one who says this lol).

I’m not really certain why hands seem to be such a shared fixation among queer people (at least among those I interact with). All I know is that gay people are just fucking obsessed with them.

I have a Theory as to why, and at this point I’d love for other people to chime in and “compare notes” if you will, but I think it basically has to do with repression. And in the same way that queer people have had to redefine the meaning of family, we’ve also had to redefine intimacy.

Being overtly physically affectionate with someone of the same sex, even if they’re your significant other, or often specifically BECAUSE they’re your significant other, can still be dangerous, even now despite the “progression” of society. Queer people know this, this vigilant surveillance of our environment and ourselves, always asking ourselves, “Am I safe enough to be myself?”

Already, Western culture is pretty touch-averse. That is, it’s considered taboo to touch someone unless they’re a family member or a romantic partner. And to touch a person of the same sex in any way that could be misconstrued as romantic (which is most things tbh) is a big no no.

There’s just A Lot to unpack there.

But basically I think that queer people, by necessity, have had to learn to romanticize mundane or unconventional ways of being physically intimate so that we can continue to be romantic with one another without “being caught” so to speak.

Kissing and hugging is too obvious. But a handshake that lingers for just a second too long is much more likely to go unnoticed, braiding someone’s hair can easily be explained away as just lending a helping hand, touching palms to “compare hand sizes” is just good fun.

But for queer people, these brief and seemingly insignificant touches hold greater meaning, because it’s all we are allowed, and all we allow ourselves, to exchange with others.

God, I’ve gone off and rambled again. What’s my point? Basically that the way the show draws attention to Reki’s hands, and specifically how they’re so often framed with Langa’s hands, is one of the major reasons why I clocked Sk8 as a Queer. It’s just something that resonated with me and my own experience of queerness, and I know that I’m not the only one who noticed either.

So in conclusion, uhhhh yeah Sk8 the Infinity is just a super gay show, and it’s not even because of the homo-romantic subtext (that at this point is really just Text).

Because what’s important to understand is that Queerness isn’t just about same-sex romance.

Queer Love isn’t just shared between wives/girlfriends, husbands/boyfriends, and all their in-betweens. Queer Love can be two best friends who come out together, queer siblings who rely and support one another, a gay teacher who helps guide one of their questioning students, a queer community pitching in to help a struggling member.

And that all ties with another important thing to consider, that what we refer to as the “queer experience” or “queer culture” isn’t universal. In fact, it wrongly lumps together the unique experiences and struggles of queer BIPOC all under one umbrella that’s primary White and middle class.

So I think what drives a lot of my frustration about labeling a show like Sk8 as Queerbait is this very issue of considering queerness and queer representation within such narrow standards, and mandating that a show must pass a certain threshold of explicit queerness to be considered good representation.

I get that someone might only feel represented by an indisputable canonization of a same-sex couple. That’s fine. But labeling Sk8 as Queerbait for that reason alone ignores the vast array of other queer experiences.

The aspects of Sk8 that resonate most deeply with my own experiences of queerness is in the way that Reki and Langa share intimacy through skating (intricate rituals heyo). For me, them officially getting together ultimately doesn’t matter- I’ll consider Sk8 a Queer show regardless.

Similarly, @mulberrymelancholy finds ace/arospec representation in that very absence of an on-screen kiss. A bisexual man might find representation in Reki, not because he enters a canon relationship, but in the depiction of Reki’s coming of age, growing up and navigating adolescent relationships. A non-binary person might feel represented through CHERRY’s androgyny.

That’s the thing, I don’t know how this show will resonate with other members of the queer community, and it’d be wrong to make a judgement on Sk8′s queer representation based on my experiences alone.

That being said, Straight people definitely don’t get to judge Sk8 as Queerbait. Y’all can watch and enjoy the show, we WANT you to enjoy these kinds of shows, and we want you to share these shows and contribute to the normalization and celebration of these kinds of narratives.

But understand that you don’t have a right to tell us whether or not Sk8 has good or bad queer representation.

And even members of the queer community are on thin ice. Your experience of queerness is not universal. Listen to the other members of your community, and respect that what you might find lacking in this show may be the exact representation that someone else needs.

#and scene #i was up till 4am writing this instead of doing my hw #bc i hav Opinions dammit #sk8 #sk8 the infinity #sk8 meta #sk8 theory #queerbait

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mistchievous · 4 years ago

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This fandom has a very strange divide when it comes to Shannon Diaz.

I say strange because I don’t think you’re all as divided as you think you are. I think you’re coming from different places and completely missing each other. I might be wrong, but let me explain what I mean.

First, it’s possible to have multiple emotions and opinions about a character. You don’t have to despise a character completely or adore a character completely. And if you do either of those things, you should acknowledge when a character isn’t two-dimensional. Like, I love this character including their flaws. Or even, I love this character despite their flaws.

The issue with Shannon is that the diverging opinions seem to be coming from two different places. I say this because I personally have differing opinions regarding Shannon that align with both “sides” of this depending on how I’m looking at her.

There are opinions regarding Shannon’s character inside the narrative, and there are opinions regarding Shannon’s character outside the narrative. And those opinions clash.

I’m going to explain this as clearly as I can.

Inside the narrative, we’re talking about Shannon as though she’s a real person and we’re judging that character based on her actions.

The main thing people talk about, of course, is Shannon abandoning Eddie and more importantly Chris.

Then others point out that Eddie also left, but fans have been willing to forgive him. So why not Shannon? To which Side #1 points out that Eddie "redeemed” himself whereas Shannon did not. To which Side #2 points out that Shannon didn’t get the chance to redeem herself because she was hit by a car.

I tend to fall more in line with Side #1 on this though I understand where Side #2 is coming from. And there are two main reasons why. (Though again, please understand that Side #2 falls more in line with the outside narrative which I’ll address in a minute.)

One reason is because I feel like Side #2 is misrepresenting the differences between Shannon and Eddie as parents and what they “did”. And I’m not talking about Eddie being gone for work whereas Shannon just left. I’m intimately aware that money is no substitute for a person’s actual presence. My dad can help me out as much as he wants financially, and I know he loves me. But it will never compare to everything my mom has done for me emotionally by supporting me as a person and really getting to know and understand me.

When I say there’s a difference between Shannon’s form of “leaving” and Eddie’s form of “leaving”, I mean this. Shannon completely removed herself from her son’s life. She was gone. She didn’t even stay in contact as far as we know. Whereas Eddie may have run away physically, but he was still there in a way. He still communicated with both Shannon and Chris. He still went home to them on leave. I’m not defending what he did or saying that he was being the parent or husband he needed to be. I’m just saying that these two things are different. And I would honestly argue that one is more easy to “forgive” than the other, but that’s just my personal opinion.

Now. The second reason I tend to fall in line with Side #1 from inside the narrative is because Side #2 is kind of assuming that Shannon would have redeemed herself if given the chance and that she was worthy of that forgiveness.

They might be right, but they also might be wrong. First of all, loving your child does not excuse hurting them. And while Shannon did love Chris, she also caused him a large amount of emotional pain. So even if she did “redeem herself” as a parent, no one is obligated to forgive her for abandoning him. And it’s important to note that if Shannon were Chris’ father instead of his mother, people would probably be far less inclined to even give her a second chance. Much less think that trying to better herself and be a better parent meant people were obliged to forgive her and see her more favorably. It’d be more like “Oh. So now he wants to step up and be there.” Whereas for a mom it’s like “Oh, she was struggling so much. And she came back. And she loves her son. Etc.”

As a society, we tend to put moms on a pedestal and see dads as secondary. And it affects how we react to the things they do.

But also, even inside the narrative, there’s no guarantee that she actually would have stuck around for Chris. She completely abandoned him once, and she could do it again. And arguably, it would be easier to do the second time. Even if she loved Chris and didn’t want to hurt him. She loved him the first time too. Loving someone doesn’t mean you’re incapable of causing them pain. So this idea that Shannon would have redeemed herself is a hopeful one. Not a fact. And even if she did, no one is obligated to forgive her. There’s no scale where if she does enough good things, it magically erases the bad. Forgiveness is personal. You choose to forgive someone. People can’t buy it from you with their actions.

Now, let’s talk about outside the narrative.

This is where I more line up with Side #2.

When people say Shannon “deserved” a redemption arc and that what was done to her character was fucked up, it’s not a defense of her inside the narrative. At least in my understanding.

This is where you’re talking about Shannon from a creative standpoint. Where you’re stepping back from the story and viewing her as a character.

Let me explain.

While you may not like Shannon as a person, creatively she was a well-developed character. She was complex and had a variety of motives. She had an actual background that we got to see bits of in Eddie Begins. She was built into someone important who could have played a very interesting role in the story.

Instead, they basically fridged her. They said “Eh. I don’t feel like dealing with this character and all the complexities they add to the story, so let’s just kill her off.” And they did. They turned an interesting and multi-faceted character into a plot device and used her death to focus on Eddie. The woman died, and her death became all about Eddie. (And Chris, but the man pain was the main focus. Let’s be real.)

It was sloppy and weak writing, and I would argue that yes. Shannon’s character deserved to be handled better. Not because she was a great person, but because she was a good character. Not to mention the fact that it’s also a bit misogynistic because this sort of nonsense is almost always geared at female characters. Not the male ones.

(If you watch Lone Star, they pulled some similar nonsense with Charles Vega. And I was pissed. And so was a lot of the fandom. Tommy got an entire episode devoted to her coming to terms with his death, but I’ll be interested to see if they drag her grief out for an entire season like they did for Eddie. If her pain has the same level of focus his did. Because if they skip to her moving on, I will burst into ugly laughter. Especially when unlike with Eddie and Shannon, Tommy and Charles had a very loving and well-founded relationship that was going strong. So, the idea that Eddie would be more consumed by grief over Shannon than Tommy would be over Charles would have me side-eying the screen a bit. Even though I know grief is a very personal process. But I’m getting sidetracked. Back to Shannon.)

I’m not saying Shannon’s character should have been handled better in that she deserved to redeem herself and be forgiven and be a mom to Chris and yadda yadda. That’s all inside the narrative.

I’m saying that as a character, it would have been better to follow her. Not run her over with a car. Even if she had that “redemption arc”, it would be a more compelling story for her to fail. For her to try and redeem herself and then get “overwhelmed” by parenthood and make more mistakes. And if she didn’t continue to fail, there could have been the focus on divorce and how that affects families and children. How she and Eddie navigate their issues with one another to continue parenting Chris.

Instead, no. They killed her. It was lazy and irritating writing.

So, that’s what I mean when I say I don’t think you’re all as divided as you might believe.

Because honestly, I think most of you have a more complex view of her that lines up with this in a lot of ways, but it’s not something people have time to really explain. So, it comes out as “Ugh. I don’t like Shannon,” which rubs some people wrong who are viewing her as a character. Or it comes out as “Ugh. Shannon deserved better,” which rubs other people wrong who are viewing her as a person and parent.

This is just what I’m seeing and taking away from everything, and I hope it helps clear things up for some of you. Or gives you a better understanding of where the other side might be coming from. ❤��

I don’t claim to speak for the entire fandom. It’s just eyebrow-raising to me. Because I hold both opinions, so I don’t really get why there’s a big debate.

#and there i go word vomiting on tumblr again #lol!#in this essay i will #shannon diaz #911 discourse #long post #mist speaks

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livinginncity · 4 years ago

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if we were human

♚: lee rang x reader

❡: fluff??(angst, pure angst)

ⱳƈ: 2.5k

⚠︎: besides it being really bad? none really. like, literally a couple swears. it was fluff, and then it became angst, so...sorry, but not really because if i’m crying, so are you.

children could be heard all around the park. some screaming and laughing as they run behind, others crying after they tripped, only to soon be comforted by the gentle holds and hushed assurances of their mothers and fathers. a bit further away was a small dog park, from which came all kinds of barks and growl, as well as cooing of the passerby. and there at a bench, located slightly closer to the swings and slides attracting the younger humans, sat a man that looked less than pleased to be where he was.

“Guess who.” a female’s voice rang out as a soft hand covered his eyes. he merely rolled his eyes beneath their new coverings and proceeded to drag the small wrist away from his face. “y/n.”

the young woman sneered and scoffed before yanking her hand out of his grasp to walk around and join him on the bench. “I don’t like you.”

“I don’t like you either.” a smack to the back of the man’s head could be felt soon after the words left his mouth. “Yah!”

“What are you doing here anyway? I never took you for the people watching type.”

“That's because I'm not. As if they deserve that much attention.” a hand lazily lifted in the direction of a familiar little boy, the action bringing a smile to the woman’s face.

“Ahhhh. But that one’s the exception? I thought you didn’t like little kids with runny noses, something I heard you have in common with your brother actually. Is that a gumiho thing or a family thing?” the man she addressed turned his head to look at her with an unimpressed look.

“Has anyone ever told you that you talk too much? Or that you ask too many questions?”

“Well considering that was one of the first things you said to me when we met, I’ll just assume you know the answer to that already.”

she turned to look where the man’s gaze had previously been fixed and he followed suit. their eyes moved as they followed the movements of the young boy whose energy seemed to rival that of a puppy’s. ‘how fitting’ was the thought that came to the pair. minutes passed before they changed positions—the girl moving to settle her head on her company’s shoulder. said company shook her off before she repeated the action, leaving her be the second time. and he stayed in place even after she dragged his head to rest upon her own.

“Rang-ah.” the man simply grunted in response, urging her to continue. “I hate this.”

his eyebrows furrowed slightly at the sudden proclamation. “The kids? The families? Parks? I don’t really like them either. The first are messy and demanding, the second is an extremely unrealistic dynamic, and the last are way too loud and crowded.”

“No.” she took in her surroundings before speaking again. “This. I love all of this. I want it all. The kids are adorable and it feels so rewarding to be someone they rely on and look up to. I’ve had my fair share of family drama, but I’ve always wanted my own that I could cherish—pointless fights and all. And parks are probably one of my favorite places because it gives me everything I need to imagine what it’d be like if I had the first two.”

“What?” at her words he lifted his head to look down at her.

“I hate all of this shit that’s going on right now. It was one thing when you were just this occasional menace to your brother, but now the Imugi is involved and Lee Yeon refuses to let Ji Ah go again. It’s caused so many problems and with them, questions to be asked. Things could be so much simpler. Don’t you ever think about what life would be like if we were all human? This would all just be some petty high school drama. Like, Lee Yeon got class president in school and now, years later, both he and Imugi are CEOs competing in the nightclub industry or something like that.”

“You’re starting to sound like Lee Yeon. I guess you’re just as lame as him. Or maybe even lamer because really? That’s the best you can do with this fake drama?”

“Did I ever tell you that I ran into Soo Ho before you got the Tiger’s Brow back from him?” she ignored the questions, but her own annoyed him slightly. before he could respond. “I asked him if I could try them on and walked to the nearest window I could see myself in.”

“So, what’d you see? What were you? A Snake? A rat? Pufferfish?” her only response to his teasing was a pinch to the side. she shook her head before continuing.

“I saw a child.” her face changed to a solemn one. “All I saw was a snot-nosed little kid that the world seemed to have it out for. I didn’t even live long enough to have many firsts. And no one was ever there for the few I did. Well, there was one. Towards the end, I think my final year, I met an old lady. She lived alone, but she took me in the moment we crossed paths. She gave me my own room, let me help her cook, as much as a child could help, and she would always tell me these stories of her husband who had passed about a decade before. In just a few months, that woman gave me what felt like a lifetime of love. All while I was slowly dying, she made me forget the hardships, the neglect, the hatred, and by some cruel fate, she died first. But before she went, she said to me “treat my death as not another result of this terrible world, but take it as a sign that even when we know that our end is inescapable, we are able to cherish the temporary moments in which we are truly happy should we allow ourselves that much.” And so,”

the woman finally lifted her head from the gumiho’s shoulder to look into his eyes. “I think, if I could be reincarnated as a human again, I would. But since it’s probably never gonna happen I want to live like one. Get married, have a family, get mad when someone doesn’t show up for the holidays. I don’t know if I’d make it as a human with everything I know now, and I honestly don’t want to be human right-right now because I probably wouldn’t get to be around you. And I also just can’t imagine how you’d get by without seeing me every day.”

“Don’t act like you’re anything special.” he scoffed and looked back at the playground.

“You don’t have to admit it.” she stood up from the bench, looked over to the young boy he had taken in, and turned back. the woman grabbed his face and, after looking at the man for a few seconds, leaned in. “I know you love me.” and then she ran. “Soo Ho-ah! Let me play with you, that old fox is being mean again!”

“Yah!” he didn’t get up to chase her. she was right no matter how much he thought about it. somehow that weird girl wormed her way into the list of people he more than tolerated. and as he sat alone with his thoughts, he watched her play with the reincarnated boy, the latter seemingly winning their current sword fight.

does he ever wanna be human? no, it seems way too boring. does he like kids? he likes one, so that’s good enough. will he get married at some point? well, it’s just some rings and paper. and it’s not like he isn’t in love with that girl in the park.

bonus;

“Hey, y/n. If you’re watching this then...you know. I figured a couple good deeds might do me well in the afterlife, so what better way than finally letting my brother be with the girl he’s waited hundreds of years for.”

“You crazy bastard.” those were the only words that she could force her mouth to speak as she looked down at the small screen.

“I know you’re probably cursing me right now, thinking ‘this crazy bastard.’” somehow they both managed to let out a chuckle. “You know I don’t like vulgar words, but I’m not there, so i told Soo-Ho to pinch you for me every time one leaves your mouth.”

“Of course you did. It’s already a habit of his now.”

“I’m sorry I didn’t get to say goodbye. Especially to you, Yu Ri, and Soo-Ho. I didn’t get to say thank you, either. You’ve all helped me more than I’d ever care to admit, but I really am grateful to have shared part of my life with you. I got to help Yu Ri like Lee Yeon helped me, got to meet Blacky again, and I got to experience so many things with you.”

the tears in her eyes were already brimming and it was clear they wouldn’t stay there long. “y/n.” she looked back to the screen as he called her name.

“go to the nightstand on the right of my bed and open the drawer.” the girl got up from her place at the edge of the bed and walked over to the wooden table. with her phone in her left, she used her right to open the drawer, and she could feel her heartbeat stutter as she laid her sights on the black velvet box that sat in it. she reached a shaky hand to pick it up, and when she flipped it open she couldn’t help dropping the phone as she brought the other to her mouth with a choked sob. all she could do was shake her head and let the tears subject themselves to gravity.

“Do you remember that day in the park?” despite not being able to actually see through the endlessly flowing tears, she managed to scramble around and find the device that had slipped from her grasp. “You were talking about all this stuff like marriage, family, kids—what it’d be like to be human because things would be so much simpler. And while I don’t think anyone could ever convince me that being human would be fun, I figured we could at least do some of those human things. We were kind of halfway there, you know? You practically live in my apartment, and Soo-Ho took over the living room with his toys, so it was only a matter of time for him to get his own room so I could stop stepping on legos—maybe get a door with a lock from the outside so I don’t have to worry about waking up covered in stickers.”

she laughed as she recalled the memory, his interactions with the little boy, and their goofy smiles when things were calm for once. “You dorks were made to follow each other into every life.”

“I was gonna propose to you after this whole thing was over. Once I knew Lee Yeon was safe and not being targeted by a wannabe dragon. I’m sorry I couldn’t give that to you or...our own kid, though I think the one we have now is pretty great. And I’m also really sorry that I’m finally telling you this once it’s too late, but you were right. About what you said that day.” her breath hitched as she saw the tears glisten while they slid down his face. “I love you.

as if it were clockwork, a sob made its way from her throat and the tears began again.

“Yah, stop crying already. Please. I’d be upset if I was the cause of it.” and she tried, she really did, but it wasn’t as easy as he made it sound. “And, I know this is probably asking a lot for all that I’ve put you through, but can you wear it? At least for a little bit. Just think of it as a way of honoring my memory—the better parts obviously. You can keep my apartment if you want, too. Soo-Ho might be a job better-fit for Sin-Ju and Yu Ri, but if he says he wants to stay with you, you better let him.”

another laugh emitted from between the sobs as she listened to his final message.

“I really do love you, y/n. And if there is ever a chance of us finding each other again, I’ll tell you every chance I get. Anyway, I think it’s time for me to go now. I only have a couple more minutes and I don’t think the others are gonna make it in time. I’m scared if I’m being honest, y/n. I’m afraid of being alone, but you helped me not feel like that all the way up to the end—I finally had a family. So thank you. Love you.” and he smiled his big, child-like smile before adding on, “And don’t tell Lee Yeon I said sorry, or thank you, or I love you that much in under ten minutes.”

and just like that, it was over. no more, dumb family feuds, no more naengmyeon with no eggs because someone would always steal it, no more Lee Rang. she stared at the paused screen for what felt like hours before setting it to the side on the bed, to do as he had asked. carefully, she took the ring out from the safety of its cushions and slid it onto her left hand. she let out a shaky breath as she stared at her ring finger and she said it back, hoping that somehow, someway, he would hear it. “I love you too, Lee Rang-ah.”

it was a while before she moved from that spot—getting on her feet only to answer the door that had just rung. opening it, she could have seen the man who had taken the place of Lee Rang’s in the living world, but all she saw at that moment was an older brother who had also lost someone he loved.

“Lee Yeon-ah.” it was then that the male finally took in her appearance. she wore jeans, one of his brother’s sweaters, and her hair was in a bun that had clearly seen better days. but what really caught his attention as his eyes traveled, was the black box in her right hand, and shining silver band on her left. then he lifted his eyes back to hers to see just how tired she was. “Lee Yeon-ah. I miss him.”

the man simply brought her into his chest as she sobbed. and she cried, and she cried, and all the while he stood there with her in his embrace. it was all he could do, he couldn’t offer her words of comfort just yet because, even now she may be much stronger than he is. because she’s strong enough to live without the promise of his reincarnation. she knows she may never see him again, but won’t risk exchanging her life just so he won’t go through the same thing.

“I miss him so much.” her voice cracked as the words came out, and he ran his hand over her hair.

“I know, I know. I miss him, too.”

#tale of the nine tailed #tale of gumiho #lee rang #lee rang x reader #lee rang imagine #kim bum #kdrama #kdramanetwork #lee yeon #lee dong wook #i wrote the first part two episodes before the final one #so after acting it out in the shower i wrote the bonus part

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sugxrslushy · 3 years ago

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HI BABY ❤️❤️❤️❤️

Could I have a romantic fireside romp with my husband Rosinante? Chilly air and snow outside and we are inside all warm and cozy pls ❤️❤️

🎄a/n: Ace!! my lovely friend!! you absolutely can, this my first time writing for Rosinante and I hope I did well. very sorry if this is ooc or anything but I tried my best. I hope you’ll still appreciate this holiday gift for the event! love you lots and happy holidays!

🎄includes: Rosinante x gn! reader

🎄summary: it’s a cold and snowy winter day, some ways are better than others to stay warm on a day like this (warnings: NSFW MINORS DNI, oral, very light size kink and penetration. also mostly gn, there’s like one sentence that’d imply otherwise!!)

The coldness of the window pane sent chills rushing up your spine as you pressed your hand against it. You withdrew it quickly, moving closer to peer through the frost crawling up the window pane and painting it white. The cold radiating off it already made you shiver once again.

The snowflakes were big and fluffy looking, slowly drifting down to join the others on the blanket of white they made on the ground. They covered the tall trees looming over the house and even made it hard for the little lights out front to peek through the snow. The breeze howled against the house making it creak.

The sun was setting soon and you couldn’t be happier to be inside. The biting cold was locked out and a fire roared in the living room keeping you nice and toasty. And your lovely husband to keep you company, keeping the cold feeling of loneliness away.

A loud crash ripped you from your thoughts and you spun around to face your husband awkwardly standing there, staring at the spilled hot chocolate on the floor. His face immediately goes bright red as he realises that was the third time he’d spilled something today. “Whoops.” He mumbles, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.

“At least you didn’t burn yourself this time.” You laugh softly and help him clean up. He nods but doesn’t seem to be completely put at rest by that. You place the cups on the coffee table and raise an eyebrow. “What is it, Rosi?”

“I just wanted something to keep you warm, it’s so cold outside and I thought it’d be nice. Keeping warm inside while drinking hot chocolate, maybe watching a movie?” He admits and you purse your lips. It was a nice sentiment, but being around him already made you feel warm and fuzzy inside.

You push a lock of blonde hair from his face and lean up to kiss your unfairly tall husband. “Just spending time with you is perfect.” You hold his face in your hands and pepper his face with more kisses. “Besides, there’s other ways to stay warm.” You hum and Rosinante sucks in a deep breath, obviously catching your drift.

Immediately, he’s dipping down to catch your lips in a kiss while his arms cme around your waist to steady you. His kisses are soft and taste slightly of a mix of peppermint and the hot chocolate he was preparing before. He kneads his lips against yours then swipes his tongue against your bottom lip, begging for a taste.

As his tongue slips into your own mouth, you let your hands slowly move along his body and drag down his chest. Gently, he moves you two down to the ground and kisses your check, before diving into place sloppy kisses along your neck. You gasp as he nips at your skin as his hand slips between your legs.

“You’re so beautiful, and taste so sweet. I bet you’d taste even more delicious somewhere else.” He mouths against your skin and his fingers fumble with your pants till he can pull them down, exposing your skin to the warm air created by the flickering fire nearby you two. His hands graze against your pretty thighs, making you shiver as they touch the sensitive skin leading towards your sex. With his free hand, he pushes up your shirt to see the rest of your body.

“You’re so cute.” He hums and places kisses down your body right up to the very top of your underwear, his lips barely touching your skin. Pulling your underwear down, he places hot and messy kisses on your thighs, smearing pink lipstick stains in a trail up to your sex, before licking across it.

“Ah! Rosi!” You cry out, back arching off of the bed. He dives in for a taste of your sweet sex, smothering his face between your thighs without any regard for catching his breath. His long tongue lapping up your juices and trailing over your hole, making you hold your breath as your thighs move to clamp shut around his face. Rosinantes arms curl around your thighs to hold them in place and his eyes stare up at you, blown wide with lust and love.

Grinding down again the carpet, Rosinante moans deeply against your core and you echo. Your hands reach up to grasp at his blonde hair falling over his pretty face, holding it out of the way so you can watch his entranced eyes rake over your body. He rubs along your sex with his hand and carefully pushes you towards your climax. “Come for me baby, pretty please?” He hums against your sex and you cry out, falling apart as you come all over his face.

Your body buzzes with excitement, your skin on fire from the warmth of your husband's touch. It’s enough to drive you crazy, making you tremble as he climbs over you and reconnects his lips with yours. You can taste yourself on his tongue and press into the kiss. His hands playfully toy with your chest under the thick knitted sweater you wore.

“You look even prettier cumming for me.” He whispers and you hear the clink of him undoing his belt and sliding his pants down. You let yourself melt against the carpet, fully trusting him to take care of him. Carefully, he pushes your leg aside and positions his cock at your entrance. Stealing a quick kiss, he pushes into you.

Gasping, you let him push in until he’s balls deep and filling you up so well. He feels perfect inside you, hitting all the right places just sitting inside you. “You take me so well darling.” He moans, nibbling against your jaw as he pulls back to ram back into your hole begging to be fucked.

“So, so perfect for me.” He groans and thrust in deep, making you scream in ecstasy. Your body trembles under the pleasure and he maintains a steady pace, fucking into your cute little entrance. His big cock drags against that one special spot that makes you see stars, clamping down tight around him.

“Please, make me come Rosi.” You beg, wrapping your arms around his neck and burying your face into the crook of his neck. He picks up the pace, moaning sweet nothings into your ear as he fucks into your impossibly deeper. The knot in your abdomen is tight, threatening to snap any second. Each thrust into you is a roulette of whether you’ll tumble over the edge or not and you’re so desperate for it.

“Come for me, please come for me.” He moans and tosses his head back, thrusting all of his cock into you and making you scream. He reached deep inside of you, making your whole body shake in his hands. The knot finally snaps and a violent shudder courses through your body, ecstasy overtaking you. Rosinante comes not too long after, his warm seed coating your insides.

He moans and falls next to you, bathing in the sweet warmth of the fireplace. You roll over and curl up in his arms. “Thank you for keeping me warm, Rosi.” You nuzzle closer, tangling your legs with his own.

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himbo-only-zone · 4 years ago

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Can you do Rantaro fluff alphabet?

rantaro amami || fluff alphabet

Me? Getting a post out? Woah- /lh. Anyway, of course I can! Here ya go! Sorry if it's out of character, I've never written for him before! I'm glad I was able to, though!

- Mod Anna

a. attractive. what does he find attractive about you? he loves your hands, they fit perfectly in his. he'll kiss you knuckles happily before dragging you on, another adventure to pursue. he's excited to be anywhere with you, and knowing that you're holding his hand, by his side? that's amazing.

b. baby. would he like a family? he would! i can see him wanting to show a kid the world, point out cool things in pictures, telling wild stories about what happened while he was there. he wouldn't mind taking them on trips as well!

c. cuddle. how does he cuddle? he's usually the big spoon, and he loves you facing him. he's pretty protective, a hand usually pressed against your lower back and a soft kiss on your forehead. he's very gentle and loving with this sort of thing.

d. dates. what are dates with him like? usually you're doing something different that you haven't done before, dates are never the same. he likes to be spontaneous, but also have a little bit of an idea of what's going to happen. he likes to keep you completely in the dark, though, having you play guessing games, although he wouldn't tell you even if they're correct.

e. everything. what are you to him? (ex. you are my _____) you're his favorite adventure. out of everything he's done, everywhere he's been, the greatest adventure of all was finding out about you and learning every little thing that he's come to love.

f. feelings. when did he know he was in love? you two were on an adventure, and you were a bit scared of something, whether it be the bugs or the night. he held you close and said that you didn't have to do this for him, but you shook your head. you were dedicated, and wanted to be with him no matter what, even during a small adventure. that was enough.

g. gentle. is he gentle with you? he's pretty gentle, holding your hand with a tight enough grip not to hurt you, kisses just firm enough, and hugs just warm enough. he's very careful. he loves you more than anything, and he thinks about your well-being all the time.

h. hands. how does he like to hold hands? he likes your fingers interlocked. it doesn't have to be tight, it can even super loose. just as long as your hands are touching, he knows you're safe, and that's all he wants to know. he loves pressing kisses to your knuckles.

i. impression. what was his first impression of you? he saw that you had an interesting personality, that would match well with his own. he saw a possible future, and wanted to pursue it. he didn't waste too much time asking you out, but he did get to know you a little first.

j. jealousy. how often does he get jealous? he is a very chill person in general, so it's very unlikely that he'd get jealous. there is the occasional moment, but it's far from often. he refuses to show it, not wanting it to interrupt your relationships with other people. he wants you happy. you'll notice the little things soon, however.

k. kiss. how does he kiss? who initiated the first kiss? he's an amazing kisser. the kisses are firm, yet soft and sweet. they show his passion for you. it's always accompanied by a hand on your lower back, and the other gently cupping your cheek. to break it, he often smiles into it and stares into your eyes.

l. love. who says "i love you" first? he does. it's done when you two are on the way home from some date, his hand on your knee as he drives. at a stop light, he looks over at you and just smiles. “damn, i love you. a lot,” he says, taking your hand and kissing your knuckles.

m. memory. what's his favorite memory with you? every one. he takes pictures of every date, every little thing you two do together. he loves every moment he spends with you, and he cherishes it more than anything. all the memories with you fill him with more joy that you'd expect.

n. nickel. how much does he spend on you? well, you two share most of your money so it can go towards trips and stuff, but he makes sure to spend more than you do. you don't deserve to pay that much, he was the one who took you on all of this. he also buys you surprise souvenirs.

o. orange. what color reminds him of you? purple. it represents mystery in his eyes, and he likes to explore mystery with you. hand in hand, exploring the world together.

p. pet names. what pet names does he use? more often than not, he uses babe. it's classic, and it gets the point across. but he loves throwing in the occasional love, dear, or prince/princess. he loves seeing your reaction, it's his favorite.

q. quaint. what's a non-modern thing he does? he scrapbooks. y'know how all of his moments with you are special, and he takes pictures? all of those pictures are in a scrapbook. all of those little details are put in there, journal entries of the fun things, little pieces of leaves found where you were ... it's beautiful.

r. rainy days. what does he do with you on a rainy day? you two aren't able to get out, so the day is mostly spent laying on the couch and watching tv. you two need to rest sometimes, all of the adventuring gets tiring after a while. he has an arm tightly wrapped around you, pressing a kiss against your temple.

s. sad. how does he cheer you up? he insists on laying down with you and letting you vent about what's going on. he's stroke your cheek with one hand and hold your other one tight, listening to your every word. he wants to see you happy. you're amazing to him.

t. talking. what does he like to talk about? he likes learning about what makes you you. like your childhood, your parents, siblings if you have any. it makes him smile, knowing that you had an interesting past, no matter what it will be. and yes, he will be asking your parents for baby pictures.

u. unencumbered. what makes him relax? he likes taking soothing nature walks. he wants a house near the woods so that he can go out and relax if needed. he likes taking you with him, enjoying a comfortable silence together. it makes him feel a lot better.

v. vaunt. does he show you off? you two are a pretty loving couple in general, so yes? he doesn't really do it intentionally, but if he catches someone staring, he'll smirk happily and pull you a little closer. a quick kiss to the forehead, and he'll walk away with you in his arms. he's so happy with you.

w. wedding. when, how, and where does he propose? he would want something simple, but at a really nice place. on the top of a mountain, the view absolutely beautiful. he pulls out a ring with is extremely simple, maybe one small diamond, but it holds so much meaning. “s/o ... you know i love you. most of what i would say would be me repeating myself over and over again, but ... being your husband would be the best adventure of my life. will you marry me?”

x. xylophone. what song reminds him of you? what's your theme song? honeypie by jawny reminds him of you! your them song is desert island disk by radiohead!

y. yes. does he think about proposing to and marrying you? he would love that! going on adventures with his wife/husband/life partner? being able to call you that to people when asked? god, it'd make him feel like the best man in the world. he loves you more than anything.

z. zebra. if he could have a pet, what would he get? from such an adventurous man, you'd expect something exotic, right? hell no, he would be insistent on getting a big dog. he loves big dogs. and they're his best friend. no questions asked.

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ragingbookdragon · 4 years ago

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Please do an enemy’s to lovers with one of the green lanterns or batboys! I love your writing so much and it’s my favourite trope

Okay, so it's not exactly enemies to lovers, it's more of...enemies to frenemies??? But soon frenemies to lovers!

Enjoy! -Thorne

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“You are not going to stop me,” she muttered as she walked past the struggling man, fingers dancing across the railings of the staircase. “This event has been foretold long before you were a thought, Green Lantern.”

“This isn’t the way!” he shouted, shimmying vigorously to get out of the bonds of magic she’d wrapped around his body. “Let me help you!”

“I do not need your help.” She spat, fire dancing in her eyes as she turned the corner of the staircase and shot him a glare before disappearing up the next flight of steps.

He grunted and clenched his fist, willing constructed poles to slither in between his body and the bonds; he concentrated, forcing the poles out until there was enough slack that he could slip out from underneath. Once free, he scrambled to his feet and sprinted around the corner, hopping up the steps she’d ascended moments before.

And when he got to the top floor, his stomach flipped at the sight of the blood smeared along the walls, the victim’s head smashed to fragments of skull and mushed brain matter next to its body that had been broken into horrid angles.

“Oh my God,” he gagged, turning to empty the contents of his stomach, and then he heard her voice, calm and collected, almost soothing.

“There, there, young one. He will not harm you anymore.” He wiped the back of his mouth and cocked his head up, gaping as he saw her pick up a young girl, no older than six, and cradle her to her chest, hiding her in the giant cape. “Let us leave here.”

She walked past him, and he tried to stop her, but she shot him a glower that had his spine going ram rod straight. “Leave us alone.”

“You killed him.” he muttered, the hand he’d raised suddenly lurching back to his side as if it had a mind of its own.

“I did.” She agreed. “I killed a man who was abusing his own child.” Stepping down the stairs, she added, “I will take the child somewhere she will be safe and protected. Somewhere she doesn’t have to fear for her life.”

She disappeared in a hail of smoke and sparks, leaving the Green Lantern to leave on unsteady legs and a deep pit in his stomach.

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Surprisingly, it hadn’t taken a long time to find her; she’d taken a position on the top of a skyscraper, watching the young girl be embraced by an older woman, a firm look on her face. He didn’t get up beside her, not wanting her to run or fight him again, but he was close enough that she could sense him.

“What do you want.” It wasn’t a question, more of an annoyed greeting, and he looked down at the young girl, then to the woman.

“Who’d you leave her with?”

“Someone who helps children heal from the horrors their families inflict upon them.” Her eyes narrowed and she turned, walking in the air as if she were walking on a flat surface. “The child will blossom under her care.”

He followed her. “I always thought you…”

“What?” she scoffed. “Killed them because I killed their abusers? Do not be ridiculous. There is a good reasoning to my actions.”

“Killing people isn’t exactly good reasoning.” He gazed at her. “Why do you do what you do?”

“None of your business,” she griped. “Piss off.”

“You know I can arrest you for what you’re doing?” he crossed his arms over his chest. “As a Green Lantern, I—”

“Oh, go preach your sermon to someone who cares!” she growled. “I do not care what that stupid ring on your finger allows you to do.” Spinning on him, she thrust a stilettoed finger into his chest. “I have been alive for far too long to be antagonized by a man-child who cannot stand to pull his head out of his ass long enough to see reasoning of why slaughtering abusers is the right thing to do.”

“It’s not.”

“Why? Because there is possible redemption?” she huffed a mirthless laugh. “Abusers cannot be redeemed. They will taint and taint and taint. Over and over and over again.” Searching his eyes, she hissed, “And you cannot stop me from delivering the hell that I have been ordained to do.”

His expression eased and he reached up, gently curling a hand around the one poking his chest. “Let me help you, Nocturn.”

Her gaze hardened and she yanked her hand back. “You wish to help me?” She gathered a handful of dark magic and slung it out away from them, and to his shock, the world shifted before his eyes, the skyline fading to a muted scenery that looked like it’d been pulled from a historic drama.

“I was the wife of a landowner in the sixteen hundreds. My husband died from illness, and I inherited our land and wealth.” She watched the scene of her past play out. “Do you know what historical event occurred during the years of sixteen-ninety-two and sixteen-ninety-three?”

He swallowed thickly. “The Salem Witch Trials.”

A cruel smile came across her lips. “A witch hunt run by the town leaders to weed out witches. At least that’s what history teaches you. In reality, the leaders were killing women who were widowed and had land enough to threaten their control and power.”

She waved a hand, showing a picture of herself being dragged from her home by men with guns and swords. “My uncle claimed that because I didn’t die of the same sickness as Jacoby did, that I was obviously a witch who had made a deal with the Devil in order to survive.” She glanced at him. “My own family sold me out.”

Another scene appeared before them and she merely gazed at him as his eyes went wide, jaw dropping in shock. “For a whole year I was kept in a dingy cell. I was beaten. I was raped. Most nights I begged God to take me in my sleep. But I awoke each morning and suffered the same treatment. Again and again and again.”

He started to look away and her hand shot out, grasping his chin; she forced him to stare at her past. “Do not look away from what I suffered. You wanted to help me, and you will be witness to my pain.”

He swallowed thickly, jaw tightening as she waved her free hand and he stared as the men led her out along a dark foot path to a river, where they tied ropes around her, weighted them with stones, and shoved her into the water.

“I drowned in water that came to my ankles.” She said. “With water invading my lungs, I swore revenge on those who did this to me. Who put me in this position.” She waved again. “They buried me in a shallow grave and for six nights and six days, my body was recovered by dark magic and a voice commanded me to rise and bring hell upon the leaders of my town.”

He could feel his breathing labor when the sight of her, shoving her nailed fingers into a man’s eye sockets appeared before him. “I gave them quick deaths. Just as painful as my treatment, but quick nonetheless, and when they laid dead at my feet, the voice came back and told me that I was destined to bring justice to innocents like me.”

Inhaling deeply, she murmured, “I have walked this earth for centuries and a simple man who uses his heart like you will not sway me from my objective.” Letting him go, the scene faded, and he turned, looking at her. “The only way you will ever help me is to bring me those who commit the crimes I suffered of so I may slay them. Until your plan is that, there is no helping me.”

She turned and stalked off again, only stopping when she heard his voice. “I’m sorry, Nocturn.”

There wasn’t even a spared glance over her shoulder as she replied darkly, “Spare me your apologies. I have no use for them. I have had no use for them since I was a young woman begging for death in a cage.” And with that, she disappeared in a cloud of black smoke, leaving him with heavy sorrow in his chest.

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