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inseobts · 1 month ago

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Things I Never Said - pt.1

shanks x fem!reader (+ platonic luffy x fem!reader)

part 2

after years of running from a love too painful to face, you’re forced to confront everything you tried to bury when you meet your old little friend, luffy

words count: 3.6k

a/n: I already imagined you all asking for a part 2, so I beat you to it and already prepared it!

tags: angst, past love, reunion, bittersweet

masterlist || ao3 || ko-fi

You’ve lived on this island for a year now. It’s small, quiet, peaceful, nothing like the wild sea you used to know. You still sail sometimes. You still fight when needed. You haven’t given up the pirate life completely.

But you take it slower now.

It’s not the same, being alone.

You sit by the edge of the market, half-watching the sea, when you see him.

A boy with a red vest. A straw hat. A smile big enough to split the sky.

Your heart jumps before your brain catches up.

“That’s him,” you whisper “That’s Luffy.”

He’s walking through the crowd like it’s not even there, grinning at fruit stalls, laughing at a dog. You stand up fast, knocking over a crate behind you. Someone curses. You don’t even look back.

You move fast. Years haven’t slowed your legs.

You cut around the street and slip behind him just before he turns the corner.

And then you do it.

You snatch the hat clean off his head.

“HEY!!!” he shouts, spinning around “WHO THE HELL—”

He stops.

The rest of his crew is on alert instantly... blades out, feet planted, ready to fight.

You smile, holding the hat between two fingers “Still not fast enough, Captain.”

Luffy blinks. His jaw drops “Wait… no way. YOU?!”

You nod “Hey, Monkey D.”

“Y/N!!!” His face lights up like a bonfire. He throws himself forward, full hug, no hesitation “You’re alive!”

“I am” you say softly, still holding the hat.

The others glance at each other, confused but now more relaxed, slowly putting their weapons away.

“You’re here! On this island?! What?! Why didn’t you say anything?! How long—wait.” His eyes land on the hat in your hands “You okay?”

You freeze.

The straw hat is warm from his head. But to you, it’s not just his. It was someone else’s before him. And back then, you touched it with the same fingers.

You run your thumb along the brim. It almost hurts.

“I remember when he gave this to you” you say quietly.

Luffy goes quiet, face suddenly serious “You mean Shanks.”

“Yeah.”

You hand the hat back. You don’t want to hold it anymore.

He takes it carefully, like it’s more than just cloth and string.

“Hey, Luffy? Care to introduce this beauty to the rest of us?” Sanji steps forward, ever the charmer, taking your hand to kiss it with a wink.

You raise an eyebrow but let him do it. Luffy snaps back to reality.

“Oh right!” He turns to the crew, like he just remembered they were there “This is Y/N! She’s Shanks’ wife!”

Everyone gasps, even you.

You stare at him, stunned for a second, then bonk your hand against his head.

“You’re still an idiot!”

“Ow! What?!”

“I’m not Shanks’ wife. I never was…”

“Wait—you weren’t?? But I remember he used to tell everyone you were his wife!”

You look away for a second “He was just… exaggerating. As always.”

“Alright!” Luffy announces with arms wide “Since you’re already amazing, it’s time to meet my amazing crew!”

You fold your arms, amused.

“This is Zoro—he’s scary but he’s cool. That’s Nami—she’ll punch me but she’s nice. Usopp—he’s awesome and brave and lies sometimes but it’s funny. Sanji—he cooks and falls in love every five minutes. Robin—she reads weird stuff. Franky—he’s SUPER. Brook—he’s a skeleton and musician. And Jinbe—he’s a fish-man and also very cool.”

You give them a long, slow look.

“I already know all of you.”

The crew looks surprised.

“You do?” Nami asks.

“Yeah,” you say with a small smirk “You lot are famous. Bounties, newspaper stories, chaos in every corner of the sea? You’re hard to miss.”

Then, your eyes settle on Usopp.

You stare just a second too long.

Luffy notices “What? You looking at Usopp? Why?”

You speak softly, but the words come sharp “You really look like your father.”

Usopp straightens, blinking “Huh?”

You pause. Then add, “But I’m sorry. I hate him a lot, actually.”

Silence falls.

Usopp’s mouth opens just a little but he doesn’t ask anything. He just nods once and looks away.

You don’t explain. You won’t.

Meanwhile, Sanji’s hand flutters over his chest like he’s been shot.

“She stares at the long-nose and hates his father, but not one look for me… life is cruel…”

Nami sighs “Ignore him. He’ll cry into a tomato later.”

You smile again, but it’s smaller now.

“Come on,” you say, turning “I’m taking you to eat.”

Luffy lights up “FOOD?!”

The walk through town is full of noise, mostly from Luffy and Brook, who’s trying to make a pun about every vegetable they pass. You wave at shopkeepers, people smile at you like you belong here.

You lead them to a small, warm place nestled between two shops. The scent of grilled fish and rice floats out from the doorway. No sign, but the smell says home.

As you open the door, the owner grins “Y/N! You brought chaos with you, huh?”

“Something like that” you say, stepping in.

Luffy’s already trying to climb onto a table.

“Before you eat the whole island—listen up!” you shout.

Luffy freezes mid-motion.

“You’re all welcome here,” you say, “but sadly—I’m not offering.”

Luffy gasps, dramatic “WHY?!”

You raise a brow “Because I know how much you eat. I’m not trying to go broke today.”

The crew laughs as they sit down. Nami gives you an approving nod.

“I like her” she says.

Sanji is still sulking dramatically “If only I were the long-nose…”

You glance across the table at Luffy “You’ve got a good crew.”

“The best” he says with a mouthful of meat already.

You sit across from him, watching the way they all move around each other, fighting, teasing, laughing. It’s loud. It’s messy. But it’s family.

Zoro leans back with a drink “So… how close were you and Shanks, really?”

You glance away “Close enough to know the smell of his coat. The way he laughed when he was lying. The way he always looked out at the sea… like something was missing.”

Robin watches you carefully “Sounds like you loved him.”

You don’t answer.

Luffy swallows and says, quiet for once, “He still talks about you when we meet.”

Your heart skips.

“What?”

“Just little things. Like if he messes something up, he goes, ‘Y/N would’ve kicked my ass for that’. Stuff like that.”

You look down at your glass.

“…That idiot.”

“You miss him?” Luffy asks.

You give him a sad smile “Every single day.”

Plates are emptying. The sun outside begins to lean lower. Warm golden light spills in through the windows. The restaurant is loud with laughter and forks clinking, until Luffy suddenly leans across the table and says:

“Wait. You and Shanks actually ACTUALLY broke up?”

You blink “You… didn’t know?”

He shakes his head fast “No! He told me you were just gone for a while. Said you had ‘family matters’ or something. He made it sound like you’d come back anytime.”

You laugh soft and sad “That’s not true, Luffy.”

Luffy frowns “So he lied?”

You nod slowly “Yeah. We broke up. Years ago.”

The table goes quiet for just a breath.

Then Nami leans forward.

Robin tilts her head.

Sanji is already gripping the edge of the table like he’s waiting for a juicy romance novel.

Zoro sighs “Here we go.”

“So… You and Shanks?” Nami says “As in, Red-Haired Shanks?”

“Mhm” you hum.

Robin smiles “So… what was he like? In love?”

You take a sip from your drink and lean back.

“Oh, he was terrible at it at first.”

“WHAT?!” Chopper yells “How?! He’s so cool!”

You laugh “Exactly. That was the problem. He thought being cool was enough. He’d lean against things, do the half-smile, act mysterious… it was all nonsense.”

Usopp grins “So what worked?”

“Once he got out of his own way,” you say “He started laughing more. Talking like himself. I think the moment I fell in love with him for real was when he burned rice and tried to convince me it was a ‘special smoky flavor from the West Blue.’ He was holding the pot with tongs.”

Nami covers his heart “That’s the most romantic thing I’ve ever heard.”

Zoro makes a face “You’re easily impressed.”

“I have standards!” she snaps.

Robin’s eyes glitter “Did he write you letters?”

“He tried,” you smirk “But his handwriting was awful. He’d start strong, like ‘To the fiercest flame on my ship’, and by the end it was mostly wine stains and something about missing my shoulder.”

Brook raises a hand “Yohohoho! Did he sing to you?”

“Yes,” you say, smiling fully now “All the time. Badly. He couldn’t carry a tune when he was drunk, but he insisted I dance with him anyway.”

Chopper giggles “Did he get jealous?”

You grin “One time a noble tried to kiss my hand. Shanks ‘accidentally’ dropped a whole barrel of grog on his foot.”

Luffy’s eyes are soft “See? He really was in love with you…”

You look down, hands resting in your lap “Yeah. He was.”

Silence again, soft this time. No one dares ask about the breakup. They’re smart enough to feel where the line is, even if they’re curious. But still, the questions keep coming.

You don’t realize how tightly you’re holding your glass until your knuckles ache.

Zoro watches you a little too closely, but says nothing.

Nami rests her chin on her hand “You were lucky, y’know. To be loved by someone like that.”

You smile gently “I know.”

But you don’t say the other half of it. That loving someone like that also means losing pieces of yourself when it ends... and it ended.

The crew slowly drifts back into lighter talk. But a weight still lingers, like the sea waiting outside.

You sit in it quietly, letting it rock in your chest like a ship in calm waters, grateful, still aching, always remembering.

The restaurant is warm and full of noise, clinking glasses, the buzz of the Straw Hats laughing, Sanji flirting with Nami and getting punched.

You step away from it.

Take your drink. Slip out of the main room, around the corner toward the kitchen where the air smells like herbs and steam.

The owner looks up “You alright?”

You nod with a tired smile “Just needed some air.”

She watches you, but doesn’t press.

You lean on the wooden counter, letting the wall hold your shoulder. The glass is cool in your hand, but your throat is too tight to swallow.

Footsteps behind you.

You don’t have to look to know who it is.

Luffy stops next to you, strangely quiet. No bounce in his step this time. No grin.

He stands there for a second, like he’s waiting for the words to form.

Then he sits on the crate beside you Why did you break up?”

You inhale sharply.

Straight to it. No dance.

Luffy keeps his eyes on the floor “Did he break your heart?”

The tears come fast.

You don’t even feel them build. They just happen, hot and sudden.

You turn your face away, but your voice still cracks when you whisper, “He did.”

Luffy looks up at you slowly.

“And I think I also broke his heart.”

Your hand covers your mouth like it might stop the sound. It doesn’t.

You breathe through your nose, fast and shaky, trying to pull it together. You wipe your cheek with your sleeve, then the other. It just keeps coming.

“It wasn’t about love,” you say hoarsely “We had so much love. That wasn’t the problem.”

You grip the glass tighter.

“It was the sea. The life. The way he always had something bigger waiting for him. Some war, some island, some dream… and I—” You laugh softly through your tears “I wasn’t big enough to be part of it.”

Luffy doesn’t interrupt. He just listens.

“He told me once that the sea calls him louder than anything else. Louder than sleep, louder than pain. Louder than me.” You look down “And I hated him for that. Even though I understood it.”

Luffy nods, slow.

“He never stopped loving you,” he says “Even when he talked about the sea. Even when he left.”

You smile faintly “I know.”

You close your eyes.

The tears slow. Your chest hurts. But somehow, it’s a little easier now that you’ve said it out loud.

Luffy nudges your arm “Wanna come back to the table?”

“In a bit.”

“Okay.” he says, standing up. Then adds, more quietly, “I’m glad you’re still alive.”

You look at him.

That same boy. That same hat.

And in a way, still carrying a part of Shanks.

“Me too...” you whisper.

He walks off, and for a moment, you’re left in the quiet with a full heart, and just a few tears left.

You return to the table a little later. Your face is calm again. Eyes dry. Shoulders lighter.

The crew’s already deep in a debate over whether Brook’s music counts as “live” if he’s technically dead.

“I’m telling you,” Zoro mutters, “it’s spooky.”

“It’s art!” Brook insists “My concerts slay! Yohohoho!”

“Don’t help your case.” Nami says, sipping her drink.

You slide into your seat “Miss me?”

Chopper lights up “You’re back!”

Luffy flashes a grin “Hey! Feeling better?”

You nod “Yeah. Thanks.”

No one says Shanks’ name again. They just scoot over and make space.

Robin tops off your drink. Franky pushes a plate of grilled shrimp your way. Brook offers you a bone (you politely decline).

Then Sanji clears his throat, and you feel the air shifts.

He steps up beside you like he’s on stage. A fresh rose seems to appear from nowhere in his fingers.

“Oh, enchantress of the island breeze…” he begins, dropping to one knee.

“God, no” Nami groans.

“…with eyes brighter than the Grand Line’s stars and a smile that could command the tides—”

“Get up” Zoro mutters.

Sanji doesn’t blink “I must ask… how is it that you’ve lived here a whole year without blessing my eyes before today?”

You raise a brow “It’s not like you’re always on this island.”

“Details,” he says, dead serious “Tell me, my sweet hurricane—have you ever considered falling in love again… possibly with someone who can make ten kinds of pasta and cry respectfully in your honor?”

You try not to laugh “Do you always lay it on this thick?”

Robin’s hiding a smile behind her hand “Only when he’s desperate.”

“I AM NOT—!” Sanji starts, then immediately shifts back to you with a twinkle in his eye “Only when moved by a beauty this profound.”

Luffy snorts soda through his nose “He means you’re hot!”

“Captain, please” Sanji hisses, red-faced.

You smirk “You know what? It’s nice being flirted with again.”

Sanji gasps like you just proposed.

But before he can say a word, Usopp cuts in “Don’t encourage him! You’re gonna break the poor guy.”

Chopper claps his hooves “He’s already crying!”

“I’m crying because I’m feeling things!” Sanji shouts, pressing the rose to his chest.

The whole table erupts.

Luffy’s doubled over laughing. Nami wipes a tear from her eye. Even Zoro cracks a grin.

And you laugh with them.

For the first time in a long time, it doesn’t feel like you’re carrying something heavy. It just feels like now.

Like you’re allowed to enjoy the present.

Like the sea might still have something for you, something warm, and real, and maybe even ridiculous.

You raise your glass.

“To chaos!” you say.

They all lift theirs.

“To pirates!” Luffy shouts.

“To not letting Sanji flirt in peace!” Usopp adds.

“To being alive!” Robin says, soft.

You drink and for the rest of the night, you don’t look back.

The door slams open.

Everyone flinches.

A man rushes in out of breath, eyes scanning fast until they land on you.

“Y/N!”

“Kale…” you say the name of the man in front of you.

Then as soon as you realise his pale face you’re already halfway out of your seat.

You know that look. That panic. That urgency.

You don’t even need to hear it.

But he says it anyway.

“They’re here. Docked just now. It’s the Red-Haired Pirates.”

The words drop like thunder.

You don’t freeze. You move.

You stand so fast your chair screeches backward.

Your legs know what to do before your heart catches up, grab your coat, check your pouch, feel for your knife.

Luffy rises too “Wait—what?”

You’re already walking toward the back exit.

“Y/N!” he calls after you “Where are you going?!”

You don’t turn around but his hand grabs your arm. You stop.

He’s looking at you, confused, eyebrows furrowed. His grip is gentle, but firm “Why are you leaving?”

You stare at him and then quietly, honestly, tiredly “Luffy… I change islands every time.”

He blinks “What?”

“Every time someone whispers he’s near. Every time one of his crew is spotted. Every time that damn flag shows up on the horizon.” You look around the restaurant once, then back at him “People know. Everyone in this town knows.”

You pause. Your voice lowers.

“That if Shanks comes… I go.”

The room is holding its breath. Even the crew has gone still, watching from the table.

“That’s the deal,” you say “That’s how I avoided him all these years.”

Luffy doesn’t say anything. He just watches your face.

“That’s how I survived all these years.”

You pull your arm gently from his grip.

“If he asks about me, they’ll pretend they don’t even know what a ‘Y/N’ is” you whisper, more to yourself than him “They always do.”

You turn back toward the exit.

Luffy doesn’t stop you again. But you feel his eyes following you. And you hate the silence that follows you out.

The back door clicks shut behind you.

Your boots hit the alley dirt hard as you move fast, eyes scanning for your escape route, anywhere quiet, hidden, away.

Inside, the restaurant is still frozen in place. Luffy hasn’t moved. The crew’s glancing between each other, between the door you vanished through and their captain’s tense face.

Then BANG.

The front doors slam open like the whole building belongs to him.

“LUFFY!!”

That voice.

That laugh.

That presence.

The room turns.

He’s already walking in with the swagger of a storm. Sun on his shoulders, wind still in his red hair, he's alone, and he’s smiling like this is the best day of his year.

“I heard rumours you were here,” he calls, waving off the stunned silence like it’s nothing “And since I was around, I said, why not?”

Luffy’s mouth twitches into a smile, small, tight, forced. The others don’t speak.

Shanks stops mid-step, frowning slightly.

He scans the table. His sharp eyes take in the untouched plates. The awkward silence. Zoro’s subtle hand on one sword hilt. Nami’s stiff posture. Robin’s too-calm expression.

Then back to Luffy.

“…you all look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

He’s still smiling, but his voice is quieter now. Curious.

Suspicious.

No one answers.

Shanks narrows his eyes a little, not angry. Just reading the air. He’s always been good at that.

“Did I interrupt something?”

Luffy shifts his weight. Behind his back, his hands tighten into fists.

Sanji glances toward the back door.

Shanks follows the glance, subtle, sharp.

He sees it.

His smile fades slightly.

He steps forward once. Just one step.

“…was someone else here?”

Luffy opens his mouth.

He could lie. He wants to lie. But his eyes betray him.

And Shanks knows right away... You’re here. Or, at least, you were.

His gaze snaps toward the back. Just for a second.

Then back to Luffy.

“Was Y/N here?”

The question lands like lightning.

He turns to the owner of the restaurant, the older woman behind the counter. The one who always gave you extra bread when she thought you looked too tired.

“Was she in this town all this time?” he asks again.

Her hands tremble slightly as she wipes a cup dry.

She doesn’t meet his eyes “I don’t know who you’re talking about, sir.”

Too fast.

Too careful.

Too fake.

Shanks watches her for one heartbeat longer, then shifts.

His gaze slides to the man near the wall, the same one who ran to warn you, Kale.

“You?” Shanks asks, stepping closer “I saw you running in here. Seemed like something urgent.”

Kale swallows.

You can almost hear the script in his head. The one you made sure they all memorized.

He straightens.

“I don’t know what a Y/N is.”

Shanks stares at him. Not angry. Not smiling. Just quiet. Like a man putting pieces together.

“…Right, they all say like this every damn island.” he says.

Then he turns.

He walks slowly to the back door. Every bootstep echoing like a clock counting down.

Luffy stays silent. The crew doesn’t move.

Shanks opens the back door.

There’s no one there.

Just an empty alley. Breeze picking at the dust. Faint footsteps echoing from far away.

But he frowns. Something’s off.

He doesn’t step outside. He just stands there in the doorway. Eyes sweeping the edges. The corners. The crates. The narrow shadows.

You’re not far.

You didn’t have time.

You’re hiding.

He can feel it.

His voice is barely above a whisper now, but it carries.

“…I can feel you're still here.”

You hold your breath.

Tucked behind crates in the narrow alley, you press your back to the wall. It’s damp. Cold. You try to still every inch of yourself. You’ve done this before, more times than you want to admit.

But never this close.

Never with his voice that close.

“…I can feel you're still here.”

Your heart pounds so loud it feels like it’ll shake the wood beside you.

And then Clink.

Your boot... a tiny shift. Metal brushing against stone.

It echoes like a scream.

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satellite-evans · 1 month ago

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scary

Pairing: Lando Norris x reader

Summary: A pregnancy scare forces you and Lando to confront what you want—and what you’re ready for. Relief doesn't bring peace, and his unexpected reaction changes everything.

Word count: 2.6k+

Warnings: angst, pregnancy scare, swearing

A/N:

English is not my first language, so I apologize if I made any (grammar) mistakes. Feedback, requests, talks, vents, recommendations or just simple questions are always welcome.

Happy reading xxx

I do NOT give permission for my work to be translated or reposted on here or any other site.

It started small. A flutter of unease in your stomach when you realized the calendar was off. One day, then two. You brushed it off at first—an innocent oversight, nothing more. But by the time it reached five, your thoughts had already unraveled into a thousand tangled threads, each one darker than the last.

You tried to rationalize it. Travel had thrown off your routine. The stress at work had been building. Maybe it was the new supplements you’d impulsively ordered online after reading some influencer’s glowing review. You repeated those explanations like a prayer, hoping that if you said them enough, they’d become true. But each morning you woke up still waiting, the excuses felt flimsier. Fragile things that couldn’t withstand the weight of what you feared.

Lando was in Monaco. Or maybe Milan. You couldn’t even keep track anymore—his life was a carousel of cities, photo ops, and flights. All you saw were time-stamped glimpses of it through his Instagram stories: sunlit terraces, grid walks, that easy grin he wore like armor. He looked happy. Effortless. Untouchable. And you? You lay curled in bed, covers drawn up to your chin, one hand over your stomach as if that could stop whatever might be happening inside you. As if stillness could keep the world from shifting beneath your feet.

You watched the ceiling, silent and still, imagining the moment everything would change. The click of a test, the blur of a second line. You didn’t even know yet—and still, it felt like the before was already slipping away.

When your phone lit up with his name, your heart jumped. FaceTime. You let it ring out, watching the screen dim and fall silent. Later, you told yourself it was because your phone was on silent. Not because the thought of seeing his face, carefree and thousands of miles away, made something inside you ache. Not because you didn’t know how to pretend. Not because you were afraid of what he might see in your eyes.

You rolled over, burying your face into the pillow, and let the silence grow between you—thick, heavy, and full of things unsaid.

He came home two days later.

You heard the key turn in the lock—faint, metallic, unmistakable. A sound you’d heard a hundred times, yet tonight it caught in your chest like a breath you forgot to finish taking. Your hand hovered over the simmering pot, wooden spoon motionless. The smell of tomatoes and garlic clung to the air, thick and comforting in the way familiar things are, even when the world feels unfamiliar.

There was a pause, a beat of silence, and then the clatter—his duffel bag dropping to the floor in the hallway. The rustle of his jacket being shrugged off. Then his voice, soft but tired, like a question he wasn’t sure how to ask.

“Babe?”

You didn’t answer. Not right away. The sauce had long since finished cooking, but you stood there anyway, stirring it out of habit more than need. The gentle bubbling was the only sound in the kitchen, a small thing that somehow grounded you as the rest of your body threatened to unravel.

You felt him before you saw him—his arms sliding around your waist, warm and familiar, like muscle memory. His chin rested lightly on your shoulder, breath brushing your skin in slow, even puffs.

“Smells good,” he murmured. “Missed you.”

Your grip on the spoon tightened, knuckles paling. The words didn’t slide off you the way they normally did. You wanted to melt into his touch, but instead you stood stiff, held together only by tension and the thin thread of resolve you’d been spinning for days.

“I’m late,” you said, voice quieter than you intended.

His arms paused, still circling you but suddenly motionless. “Late?”

You turned in his hold, slowly, as if movement itself might shatter something fragile between you. Your eyes met his, searching, steady. You wanted to gauge his reaction before you even said it aloud. Wanted to see if he already knew what you were about to say.

“My period. It’s two weeks late.”

There was a flicker—barely there—a flick of his eyes, a brief flash of something unreadable. Then silence.

“Do you think...” he began, but didn’t finish.

“I don’t know,” you interrupted. “I haven’t taken a test.”

He nodded, once, then again slower. “Then we should get one.”

You watched him, waiting. For the quick deflection. For the easy, dismissive smile. For the usual “It’s probably nothing” or “Don’t stress.” The scripted lines. The predictable reactions. But none of them came.

Just quiet acceptance.

He didn’t let go. Didn’t flinch or step back. His hands stayed on your waist, his thumbs brushing small circles against your sides, as if he were grounding himself—or maybe you.

And that scared you more than anything else.

Because if he’d panicked, you could’ve been the calm one. If he’d brushed it off, you could’ve gotten angry and made it real. But this—this stillness, this softness—felt like walking into the unknown without armor. Like standing at the edge of a cliff and realizing the wind isn’t strong enough to stop you from falling.

The silence stretched between you, not awkward, but thick with everything you were both too afraid to name. He didn’t ask you why you hadn’t told him sooner. Didn’t ask why your eyes were a little red, or why the apartment was unusually spotless, or why the sauce had been simmering too long.

Maybe he knew. Maybe he’d spent those long flights imagining this moment too.

“Okay,” he said finally, gently. “We’ll figure it out. Whatever it is.”

You nodded, but didn’t speak. Just leaned into him, resting your forehead against his chest, your hands curling into the fabric of his shirt like it was the only thing keeping you from falling apart.

And for a moment, you let yourself believe that figuring it out was possible.

The pharmacy felt like a vacuum. The moment you stepped inside, the world seemed to shrink down to its most clinical elements: the hum of fluorescent lights that buzzed overhead like anxious thoughts, the sterile gleam of polished tile beneath your shoes, the soft beep of scanners at the front register. The air was cold, dry, scented faintly with antiseptic and something sugary from the candy aisle nearby.

But none of it touched you. You and Lando moved through it like shadows—quiet, contained, orbiting something unspeakable.

You walked together in silence, your footsteps falling slightly out of sync. No one looked at you, but it felt like everyone could see you. As if your thoughts were painted across your forehead in bold, pulsing letters: Possible pregnancy. Complete emotional freefall.

The feminine care aisle was tucked away near the back, as if it, too, wanted to offer you privacy. But the moment you turned the corner and stepped into that row, the weight of it all dropped onto your shoulders like lead. Rows upon rows of pastel-colored boxes stared back at you—some blue, some pink, all impossibly cheery for what they contained. Promises of early detection, digital readouts, results in minutes. Neat packaging for a moment that could tear your life in two.

You stopped in front of them, unsure of how to breathe. Your fingers hovered just above a sleek white box with soft blue lettering. It was the same brand you remembered from years ago—long before Lando, before now—when the test had come back negative and you had cried with relief you didn’t quite understand.

But today your hand refused to close around it.

“I can’t,” you murmured, so softly it barely left your lips.

Lando stood beside you, close enough that you could feel his presence like a shield, like a question. He didn’t ask you to explain. Didn’t try to coax or reassure. He didn’t fill the silence the way some people might have, didn’t try to fix the fear curling tight inside your chest.

Instead, he stepped forward.

Without a word, he reached out, selected a box—one with a digital readout, something simple, something clear—and took it from the shelf. His fingers curled tightly around it, like it was something precious, or dangerous. Maybe both.

He didn’t hand it to you.

Instead, he turned, and with a quiet, steady presence, walked with you back through the store. Past the vitamins and painkillers, past the racks of magazines with bright headlines and glossy smiles, past a mother holding a toddler on her hip. You wondered, in a moment of cruel irony, if that might be you in nine months.

The cashier didn’t say much. Just scanned the test, gave a quick glance between the two of you, and slid it into a small paper bag. Lando paid, slipping his card back into his wallet like this was just another errand. But you could see it in his shoulders—the way they sat straighter than usual, the way his hand tightened around the bag as he took it.

Outside, the cold hit you immediately—sharp, bracing, real. The kind of cold that made your lungs ache and your eyes sting. It was early evening, and the sun was already sinking, painting the street in dusky gold and icy blue.

Still silent, Lando held the bag in one hand, his other brushing lightly against yours as you walked side by side again.

And though no words passed between you, you felt the shift. The gravity of what you were carrying now belonged to both of you.

Back at the apartment, the silence stretched like a rubber band pulled to its limit, taut and trembling, threatening to snap.

You didn’t speak as you slipped the pharmacy bag onto the bathroom counter. Your fingers trembled as you tore the box open, the cardboard giving way with a soft rip that still felt too loud. The plastic wrapper crinkled between your hands, resisting you in that final, deliberate moment before you peeled it open.

Your heart thudded hard against your ribs—steady, loud, almost punishing. Each beat seemed to echo inside your chest, a countdown in its own right.

You sat down on the edge of the tub, the test clutched tight in your palm. It was just plastic, light as nothing, and yet it felt like holding a live wire. You did what you had to do, movements mechanical, almost detached. Then you set the test carefully on the edge of the sink, not daring to look at it too long, afraid that your gaze alone might make the result appear faster.

Five minutes.

You left the bathroom like it might explode, like the test might detonate if you lingered in the same room with it.

In the bedroom, Lando was already sitting on the edge of the bed, elbows resting on his knees, head bowed slightly. His leg was bouncing—rapid, nervous energy pulsing through him, trying to escape. You knew that bounce. You’d seen it before on race days, just before he stepped into the car. It was the tell of someone pretending to be calm while their insides were chaos.

“Five minutes,” you said quietly, standing in the doorway like a ghost.

He nodded, but didn’t speak. The test was now on the nightstand, facedown. Its tiny, plastic frame looked almost laughable against the gravity of what it represented. You stared at it like it might catch fire, like it could scream your future out loud if you so much as blinked.

“I didn’t plan for this,” you said. “I don’t want it.”

The words hung in the air, heavy with guilt and truth.

He didn’t answer right away. Just let the silence wrap itself around the statement, as if trying to decide whether to accept it or challenge it.

“I don’t know if I do either,” he finally said, voice low. “But I didn’t feel scared when you told me. That surprised me.”

You turned toward him, arms crossed, more to hold yourself together than anything else.

“You’re not the one who’d have to carry it.”

His jaw tightened. A flicker of pain passed through his eyes, but he nodded slowly. “I know. I’m not trying to make this about me.”

And to his credit, he wasn’t. But the space between you still felt like a chasm neither of you knew how to cross.

Then your phone buzzed—a sharp, vibrating alarm that shattered the silence.

Five minutes.

You didn’t move right away. Just stared at your phone, as if the sound itself could delay the inevitable. Then, slowly, your hand reached for the test. Your fingers were shaking. You turned it over.

One line.

Negative.

Relief hit you like a wave, hard and fast. You exhaled sharply, all the tension collapsing out of your body at once. Your shoulders slumped. Your knees wobbled.

“It’s negative,” you said, almost to yourself.

Lando leaned in slightly to look, nodding again, but his expression didn’t match yours. His face didn’t soften with relief. Instead, his brow furrowed, a subtle crease forming between his eyes. There was something there—something unreadable, but not indifferent.

You looked at him. “What?”

He blinked, looked away. “Nothing. It’s good. That’s good.”

“Lando.”

He hesitated, then finally spoke, his voice almost gentle: “I just… when I thought it might be real, I didn’t hate the idea. That surprised me.”

You stared at him. “Are you serious?”

He looked at the floor. “Yeah.”

You could feel the anger rising, sharp and hot. “You’re gone most of the year,” you snapped. “You think a baby is a good idea right now?”

“I didn’t say it was a good idea,” he shot back, more defensive now. “I said I didn’t hate it. I thought... maybe I could be okay with it.”

“You thought you could be okay with it?” Your voice climbed, emotions catching in your throat. “Are you even listening to yourself? I’ve been here, spiraling, scared out of my mind. And you’re out there picturing baby names?”

His expression darkened. “Don’t do that. Don’t make me the bad guy for feeling something.”

You stood up, pacing now, needing distance. “I’m not making you the bad guy. I’m trying to explain that this—us having a kid—isn’t something I can even comprehend right now. We’re barely managing this.”

“Maybe that’s the problem,” he said suddenly, standing too. His voice was louder now, sharper. “You keep acting like I’m never here, like I wouldn’t show up if it mattered.”

You rounded on him. “Would you? Would you show up at 2 a.m. when I’m vomiting from morning sickness? Would you cancel a race if something went wrong?”

He flinched like you’d struck him. “That’s not fair.”

“Neither is you being disappointed that I’m not pregnant.”

He looked at you then—really looked. And something in his expression shifted. Like he was seeing you with new eyes. Or maybe realizing just how far apart you’d already drifted.

“I just thought...” he said, voice quiet again. “It might have meant we were growing into something.”

Your chest tightened. It hurt to breathe. “It doesn’t take a pregnancy to prove we’re real, Lando. If you needed that to feel grounded in us, then maybe we’re already too far apart.”

His mouth opened like he might argue. But then he swallowed, hard. His eyes dropped to the floor. After a beat, he stepped toward the nightstand and picked up his keys.

“I need some air.”

You didn’t stop him. Couldn’t. The words were there, but they wouldn’t come.

The door clicked shut behind him.

And the silence he left behind was deafening. Louder than the shouting. Louder than the truth.

You sat on the edge of the bed, the test still in your hand. One line. Clear. Definitive.

Not pregnant. Not anything.

And yet, somehow, it still felt like something had shattered—quietly, invisibly, in that way only hearts know how to break.

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strrykais · 3 months ago

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(☘︎) ─── long story short

you’ve known yang jeongin since you were kids, until one day he leaves you unexpectedly without a word for years. but that night, the last night you two hung out, he left you with a little more than a memory ; his unplanned baby.

𐀔𓂃 kais note: added some more chapters because i realized i needed more with the amount i write!! sorry the first part is written, i couldn’t put that convo in text :/ not proofread! xo

back to library

part one | part two | part three | part four | part five

You were sitting at a playground bench watching Megan and Juwon fight over who gets to push who on the swing. You were so lost in trying to read their lips you didn't realize jeongin was walking up behind you.

When jeongin got the message asking you to meet him here, he was more than happy to agree. But then reality started to set in on all the ways you could possibly and were gonna cuss him out. But all his worries start to vanish when he sees you sitting there.

You haven’t really changed much, your hair was longer and you had this soundness just by looking at you. You smile at whatever you were staring at, jeongin always loved your smile, which is why he tried his hardest to make you laugh when you were together.

“Hi.” jeongin voice causes you to jump a little quickly, throwing your glance away from the small little boy pushing the orange haired girl on the swing.

God, he is beautiful. He grew out of his boyish features and it was scary how much Juwon looked like him. If jeongin was to see him, he would immediately know. Your genes didn't even put up a fight. Jeongin was making the same face Juwon makes when he is too scared to ask to stay up past his bedtime.

“Hey.” you give him a small smile, gesturing out to the spot next to you.

Jeongin slowly takes a seat, “how have you been?”

“I’ve been hanging on, I guess, been pretty busy these days.”

“Yeah me too.”

“Oh, congratulations on your movie. I saw it. You were born to be on the screen.”

Jeongin watches as you shift uncomfortably, he rubs his palms on his knees preparing to voice out apologies.

“Yn I am so-”

“Mommy” jeongin was interrupted by a little boy, running towards her.

He first thought maybe the boy saw wrong, but when he saw the way your face lit up and the way you outstretched your arms for him to run into. Jeongin was taken aback that you had a child, oh my god were you married? He quickly looks down at your hands, letting out a breath when he sees no band around your finger.

“Auntie Megan pushed me.” he whines pointing at the taller girl walking up to them.

“Yn I'm so sorry I didn't think he would come tell on me for pushing him down the slide.” Jeongin watches as the boy looks at him, and Jeongin freezes because that little boy had his eye shape. The way his eyes crinkle close as he laughs at whatever you whispered in his ears. He watches as the boy places a kiss on your cheek and runs away after pushing the girl who pushed him her quickly following after him.

You forgot where you were for a second until quickly looking at jeongin, letting out a little laugh hoping he did get a good look at juwon.

“You have a son?”

“Yeah.”

“Oh, that's nice. How old is he?”

“Three. He just turns four next month.” you were hoping to get this conversation over with. Gathering the courage and trying to think on how to let him know gently, but before you could let it out jeongin beat you to it.

“He’s mine isnt he?” your head pops up to see him staring at you, his eyes showed so many emotions. Betrayal? Anger? Hope?

“Jeongin..” you start off slowly, but that's all the confirmation he needs before he gets up from the bench and starts walking away from you. “Wait jeongin, let's talk about it.” you quickly get up following after him.

He abruptly stops “Talk about it? Yn you had years to ‘talk about it’ and you didn't. Not once have you reached out.”

“I thought about it, but you were already taking off in the entertainment industry and I couldn’t be the one to bring you down with this accident. Jeongin we were kids, I was scared.”

“I could’ve been there for you. For him. You made a decision without even talking to his..” jeongin stops to catch his breath, trying to calm the hurt and bile in the back of his throat. “His dad yn, you took years from me when i could have been his father. That is something I can't get back.” Jeongin looks past you, his eyes scanning the playground to see if he can see his son.

“Jeongin, I'm sorry.” tears spill out your eyes hitting the floor as your head hangs low.

Jeongin wanted to reach out and wipe your tears but he held back, “i need to go yn, sorry.”

You watched through watery eyes Jeongin slowly walk away from you, you can’t really blame him you knew he needed time. You just were just worried now that the ball was on his court, what would he do.

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illumivier · 20 days ago

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breathe | rafayel

trying to get away from the fast paced city life, you stumble across a charming merman during a trip back to your hometown.

content: merman!rafayel, rafayel x reader, small town au, fluff, humour, raf is naked for five seconds

word count: 4.2k

note: this is just a product of raf’s new myth (still not over it) and me watching aquamarine one too many times in my life 😭 enjoy!

Mermaid sightings were a common occurrence in the quaint little beach town where you grew up. Be it scary stories to keep the kids away from the high tides or the various conspiracy theories spread around the schools and workplaces — as a child with no stable internet access and only one yearly trip to the city for Christmas, you believed it all. Perhaps it was because nobody around you ever questioned the existence of them. The charming town was rich in culture and history where both young and old enjoyed passing around folktales about the civilisation under the sea.

There was also the fact that you swore on your own life that you saw a mermaid for yourself. At the tender age of ten, you were ankle deep in the beach sand and staring much too closely at the horizon when you saw it in the distance. An iridescent tail and long tresses of dark hair flailing in the sky before disappearing back into the water. You had scurried to the boardwalk and shared your sighting to anyone who would listen.

But then you got older. You left for the big city and your childhood mermaid tails became nothing but a lighthearted conversation starter. People would laugh, they’d call your childlike wonder cute before moving on to something else. Eventually you started to wonder if you were just naive having grown up so isolated from the fast paced reality of those your age. It was probably time to grow up and leave those silly fantasies behind just like how you’d packed up your suitcases five years ago.

But how could anyone just ignore something that they’d seen so clearly as a child? How could you stuff that memory into the back of your mind, never to be mentioned again? Maybe the years away from your little hometown had given you these sensationalised thoughts and memories that probably weren’t true at all.

So after being away from it all, you decided to pay a visit to your old backwards beach town.

You stood at the shoreline, your feet dipping into the wet sand as you waited for the gentle wave to hit you. There was something so comforting about it, the repetitive motion of being splashed then gradually being pulled deeper and deeper into the water until the lifeguard yelled at you for not staying in the demarcated lines. The way each wave was bigger or smaller than the last, the distant laughter of the children playing in the sand and the warmth of the sun on your skin, it was a sharp contrast from the fast paced, bustling city.

The peace was momentarily disrupted by a beach ball smacking your backside and you flinched, turning around to see a group of primary school kids sheepishly waving at you to throw the ball back. You lazily stumbled out of the water to return the ball to them, giving them a small smile as they thanked you politely before grabbing your towel and strolling down the length of the beach. Your sandals weren’t offering much support but you enjoyed the feeling of the coarse sand against your feet. Nothing would feel more like home than this.

You knew if you walked further enough you’d end up at a secluded rock pool, shaded enough to shield you from the blistering sunshine and quiet enough to dissociate yourself from your endless thoughts. As soon as you arrived, you threw your towel off and sat down at the edge, dipping your bare feet into the icy water. A tall rock wall separated you from the rest of the beach, covered in overgrown flora. The gentle slosh of the water grounded you and made you appreciate your decision to take some time off. The town was just as beautiful as you remembered, albeit the mermaid stories had toned down. It was probably just different experiencing everything as an adult now and not a simple minded kid.

The atmosphere was so serene that you unconsciously closed your eyes, leaning back on your elbows and inhaling the distinct smell of saltwater and moss.

And then you felt a tug on your ankle which jolted you right out of your short lived daze. You frantically sat upright, your eyes darting around the pool but finding nothing. You looked down at your feet still submerged in the water and there was nothing hooked onto you, no bugs, no leaves, no litter. Absolutely nothing.

The pool remained eerily still as you tried to convince yourself that it was most likely just a ripple in the water that had given you a shock. And you would’ve happily believed that explanation had it not been for the man that just popped his head up from under the water a small distance away, even though everything had been clear just a moment ago.

Out of pure shock, you screamed before clamping your hand over your mouth and pulling your legs out of the water.

“What the hell dude?” You asked in exasperation once you’d calmed down from the initial surprise.

“I thought you were sleeping.” The man said calmly, his long purple hair resting in the water like a cloak around his bare shoulders. His matching eyes shone almost unnaturally.

“So you decide to just grab my leg?” You frowned at him in annoyance, trying to ignore the unsettling feeling you got when he looked right at you, “you can go to jail for that.”

“I can?” He titled his head to the side cluelessly, “you humans are always so harsh.”

“You hum- why did you say tha-“

The answer to your question came out before you could even finish asking it. The man paddled closer and behind him was a large, shimmering fish tail splashing against the water. He swam to the edge of the rock pool where you were seated and rested his head on his arms, smiling up at you in amusement.

“I thought you believed in merpeople?” He asked cheekily as if he were enjoying how flustered you were becoming, “didn’t the founder of your town fall in love with one of us?”

That was true. It was an old tale told to kids before they could even talk yet. You hadn’t believed it more than you did right then and there, staring at this man with his majestic tail lazily swinging back and forth above the water’s surface. You were rooted to your spot, staring at the creature in disbelief with your knees pressed against your chest and your mouth slightly ajar.

“Well?” He cocked his head to the side, letting little trickles of water roll down his porcelain face.

“I- uh I-“ You stammered, unable to even process your thoughts, better yet formulate a coherent sentence.

“Oh cutie I’ve got no time for this, I’m in danger.” The merman let out a deep breath dramatically.

“Danger? What do yo-“

“It’s fishing season you see,” he explained theatrically, a certain flair to his voice and mannerisms that were both amusing and captivating, “all the sharks are getting closer to the surface and, let’s face it, who wouldn’t want a bite of me?”

“Uh I mean-“

“So naturally I swam for my life and I was oh so fortunate to come across a kind human like yourself,” he interrupted you again, “now won’t you be a doll and help me?”

“Help you? Um uh… I’m not exactly experienced in fighting sharks.” You responded awkwardly.

“Cutie, I’m not asking you to fight a shark,” he giggled, the sound echoing against the rocks, “just hide me for a bit yeah? When the sun goes down it’ll be safer for me to swim along home.”

“Where um… where would I hide you?” You scratched the back of your neck, peering down at him still relaxing in the water — not at all like someone being chased down by a shark.

“You’ve got a house?” He asked.

“Yeah but-“

“That’ll do!” He grinned and before you knew it, he was hauling himself out of the water.

Your eyes widened as his tail disappeared behind a whirlwind of droplets only to be replaced by a pair of tanned slender legs. His skin was damn and flawless, his delicate hair reaching the backs of his knees. He stood there proudly, hands on his hips and wearing absolutely… nothing.

You shrieked, immediately closing your eyes and turning your back to him. “You’re naked!”

“Very minuscule things seem to bother you, cutie.” He said in a thoughtful tone, as if you were the peculiar creature that required further observation.

“Well, if we have to make it up to my house you can’t be walking around naked.” You insisted, your eyes still closed as you fished for your beach towel.

“Very well, I’m willing to stoop down to these excessive human customs,” he grumbled, spreading his arms out as you quickly wrapped the towel around his waist and secured it tightly, “where can I find a getup like yours, dear?”

“Uh we can probably stop by the boardwalk and get you a bathing suit.” You stood back as your eyes opened and you finally took him in in all his glory. He stood a few spaces taller than you with a sharp, dainty nose, bright, inquisitive eyes and soft, pink lips, making him prettier than any man you’d met before.

He snickered when he caught you staring up at him in awe. He reached out to playfully poke your nose to get your attention back to the conversation at hand. His bony finger was cold and a bit sticky.

“It's impolite to stare,” he teased, “perhaps… you have a question for me? Or maybe several?”

“What’s your name?” You asked softly when you finally found your voice again.

“Rafayel,” he answered smugly, like even knowing his name was a privilege, “and what’s yours?”

“______.” You replied, creeping away from the rock pool as you scoped out the area for anyone passing by.

“And are you a peasant or noble or something in between?” Rafayel asked nonchalantly, hovering behind you until you could literally feel his breath on the back of your neck. How was he walking and breathing right now? Why did he just blindly trust you when any regular person would run at the opportunity to shove him in a science lab? Was he just naive? The questions in your mind seemed endless.

“In our world we don’t have things like that.” You explained, trying to remain calm as you walked out onto the beach. Time had seemed to stop at the rock pool, but back on the beach things were just as you left them. People were still diving in the gentle waves, playing volleyball or enjoying ice cream sundaes on the pier.

“You seem like something in between,” he rambled on, falling into step next to you, “your choice of clothing is very… modest, but with your kindness I think you’d make a nice servant back at my palace.”

Your gaze unconsciously fell down to your attire, a simple bathing suit that you’d owned for years and a pair of flats. Your face grew warm at his blunt comment but you brushed it off. Clearly merpeople, or at least the ones like him, preferred to be straight forward.

“Your palace? So you’re a noble?” You asked despite your eyes not meeting his. Instead your attention was everywhere else, taking in the obvious stares and murmurs from the people you passed by. It wasn’t everyday you’d see a six foot tall man with long, flowy purple hair and confidence that would leave anyone speechless.

“Cutie, I'm the prince of Lumeria,” he announced with that flamboyant drawl that you were quickly becoming accustomed to, “this part of the ocean is practically all mine.”

“You should do something about the sharks then.” You pointed out rather cheekily, a small smile coming onto his face as he scoffed.

“Those heinous creatures cannot be controlled, even by the prince himself,” Rafayel rolled his eyes before stopping dead in his tracks, “hmm what’s that?”

You followed his gaze to the local ice cream parlour, a tiny haven offering ice pops and ice cream cones to beat the sweltering heat.

“Uh ice cream? It’s a dessert,” You explained, watching as he stared intently at a couple sharing a soda float, “why don’t we get ice cream after we find you some clothes?”

“Oh that would be splendid.” A grin formed onto Rafayel’s face, making him almost appear… endearing.

You led him away to the nearest swimwear boutique, greeting the familiar owner briefly before shoving Rafayel into the men’s section. The poised prince strolled through the racks of swimming trunks and rash guards before his eyes lit up and he pulled out the loudest pair of swim shorts you’d seen in your entire life. Bright blue with red and yellow surfboards patterned all over, he seemed so proud of his choice and you didn’t have the heart to tell him you thought they looked hideous. So with that, Rafayel ducked into the change room to slip on his trunks while you paid the cashier.

“It’s much hotter up here than I expected.” Rafayel fanned himself as you both walked back to the ice cream shop.

“Why don’t you tie your hair up?” You instinctively tugged the hairband off your wrist and held it up to him.

“You have the honour.” He hummed before turning his back to you.

You blinked twice, frozen for a moment before you realised that he was waiting for you to tie his hair back. Your hands gingerly raised up to the nape of his neck, slowly gathering up his copious amount of hair between your fingers. The amethyst strands were wiry but soft, heavy as you secured them back with the hairband. Once he had a decent ponytail, you took a step back to admire your work.

“That feels much better cutie, thanks.” Rafayel whipped around quick enough to catch your shy smile and give you a sly one of his own.

“Why do you keep calling me cutie?” You pondered, heading into the parlour with him.

“Because you’re a cutie,” he shrugged like it was the most obvious answer before immediately getting distracted by the various desserts and ice cream flavours on display, “what’s the best one to try?”

“Probably the pistachio sir.” The shop attendant suggested politely, amused by Rafayel’s childlike wonder as he pressed his hands and face against the glass display.

“I’ll most definitely be having that.” He said firmly.

“It’s a bit of an acquired taste, Rafayel, you might not-“

“Don’t worry cutie, if it’s a customer favourite, I will most probably enjoy it.”

You sighed softly at his insistence and ordered two ice cream cones, one caramel and one pistachio. You both exited the shop and settled down on a nearby bench to finish your cones. Rafayel took an adventurous lick of his ice cream and he most definitely did not enjoy it, judging by the way his face scrunched up in disgust.

“Here, I’ll have yours.” He held his cone in front of your face and already swooped in to grab yours.

“Wait what? You already licked it.” You complained, holding your own cone out of his reach.

“Oh come on, I’m the cleanest fish in the sea.” He pouted adorably and it would’ve taken a great amount of willpower to deny him — willpower that you obviously did not have as you reluctantly swapped cones with him.

“Ah much better.” He smiled contentedly, humming in delight at the caramel taste.

“You’re lucky I do enjoy pistachio.” You mumbled.

“I’ve been having quite the lucky day it seems,” he laughed under his breath, “and it all started by stumbling across you.”

“You should thank the shark.” You replied dryly, but it earned a hearty laugh out of him.

“Speaking of which,” he popped the last bit of his cone into his mouth before turning to face you — it was an adorable quirk you’d noticed how all his attention had to be on you when addressing you, “are we going to your house now?”

“My…? Oh yes, right this way.” You got up from your seat, dusting the crumbs off your shorts.

“Hold on, cutie.” Rafayel stood up as well before abruptly reaching out to touch your face, to which you instinctively jumped back.

“What are you doing?” Your eyes blew wide before relaxing when you saw the confused look on his face.

“You have some ice cream on your lips, I wanted to wipe it away.” He frowned sassily, his hands finding refuge on his hips instead.

“I see… sorry I was just startled.” You shook your head, gesturing for him to start following you.

“I was just trying to copy that fella over there,” he explained, a pep in his step as he walked next to you, “it was so cute the way he cleaned the young lady’s face, do humans do that often?”

You both strolled away from the boardwalk and navigated through the old wooden shops and apartment buildings, taking it slow on the uphill stoned pathways. The warm breeze rustled against your skin and golden hue was beginning to engulf the town, signalling that the sun would be setting any time now and this crazy experience would be over soon. You felt as though you were lucid dreaming, ready to wake up in a cold sweat and realise all of this — the handsome merman entrusting you with his life — would be gone in the morning.

“Only when they’re in an intimate relationship,” you explained, your eyes straight ahead as your small family home came into view, “friends don’t usually do things like that.”

“Oh splendid, are we considered friends?” He asked in delight.

“I guess so?” You turned your head to catch the satisfied grin on his lips and the way the afternoon sun was bouncing off his skin.

“Is this your home?” He snapped you out of your daze as he calmly walked to your front door and began jostling the handle.

“Yes, sorry it’s locked.” You laughed, rushing to his side and using your key to open the sticky wooden door.

The house was small, a standard size for your humble neighbourhood. With well loved pieces of mismatched furniture, shelves packed with generations of family memorabilia and wooden walls and floorboards that had corroded over years and years of being near the ocean — it was home and it gave you an immense amount of comfort that made this impromptu trip all worth it.

Rafayel looked so out of place, his undeniable aura seeming so huge in this cozy, simple place. But he didn’t seem to mind at all. If anything he seemed so fascinated by everything.

“Do you stay here alone?” He asked as he inspected every corner, haphazardly lifting up different picture frames and trinkets that caught his attention.

“Um yes but just for this vacation,” you hovered behind him, making sure he didn’t break anything, “it’s my childhood home.”

“Then that cutie must be you.” He grinned, pointing towards a rather embarrassing photo of you plopped down in the backyard as a chubby, snotty little kid.

“Yeah that’s me.” You sighed softly.

“So you’re here for a vacation? A holiday?” He asked curiously before he flung the back double doors wide open and sauntered onto the porch that overlooked the entire town.

“Yes I um… I hadn’t been back to my hometown for a bit so I wanted to come and visit,” you said as you stood next to him, your eyes fixed on him while he stared out at the view in front of him, “it gets a bit stuffy and overwhelming in the city sometimes so… it’s nice to just take things slow.”

You didn’t know why you added that last part. He didn’t ask for further explanation and yet you found the words just fell off your lips so easily. You couldn’t explain why; maybe it was his naivety or his curiosity or the fact that this either wasn’t real or it’d be over soon enough, the strangely charming merman made you want to open up. It was like seeing this mystical being healed that little kid in you that believed in him all this time.

“Slow is good,” he let out a small huff of laughter, his hands perched on his hips as he turned to look at you, “like today, we didn’t do much but I really enjoyed myself.”

“Anyways… the sun is gonna set soon, I’m sure that shark has stopped looking for you.” You stated in amusement.

“Ah…” Rafayel smiled sheepishly, a flush of heat rising to his face as he averted his gaze again, “about that…”

“Rafayel…” You frowned, folding your arms and squaring up to him.

“There… may… not have been a shark to begin with,” he said through awkward, breathless chuckles, “who’s to say?”

“I should’ve guessed,” you groaned, closing and opening your eyes briefly, “from the get go you didn’t exactly look like someone hiding for your life.”

“I just… I’ve never been to the surface before and when I stumbled across a human that wasn’t coming at me with a spear and a fishing net,” Rafayel sighed dramatically, “I saw the opportunity and took it… I’m… sorry…”

You stifled a slight laugh as he forced out the apology. Clearly a prince of his calibre was used to charming his way into everything he wanted, he had no need to be apologising for anything.

“You didn’t have to lie though,” you shrugged, all your suspicions dissipating, “if you wanted a tour guide, I would’ve happily done it anyways.”

“Oh cutie, you’re just beautiful inside and out!” He gushed and suddenly scooped you up into a tight embrace, “trust the heavens for allowing me to meet the most amazing human!”

You found yourself laughing at his theatrics, unconsciously wrapping your arms around his shoulders and dissolving into his hug. He was so warm from a day spent in the sun and his long ponytail fell over his shoulder, ticking your skin here and there like delicate butterfly kisses. You gently pulled away, your hands secured on his bare shoulders as you looked up into his shining eyes. The sun was slowly setting behind him and it felt as if you were in a daze, time standing still.

“Thank you… for today.” Rafayel said in an uncharacteristically soft tone but with that airy charm still present.

And then he leaned down, nuzzling his nose against yours playfully. You couldn’t hold back that soft smile that graced your lips, quietly tugging away from him and clearing your throat.

“We don’t want the kingdom thinking their prince got captured,” you joked lightly, “should we head back?”

“Oh but their prince did have his heart captured rather,” he gracefully intertwined his fingers with yours, “but yes, do be a dear and guide me back to that rock pool.”

You walked hand in hand down the quiet pathways back to the boardwalk. The locals were packing up their shops and stalls, beach goers were washing up their sandy clothes and kids were running around, playing in the streets. The both of you bypassed all of it, too engrossed with each other as you finally arrived at the rock pool. Rafayel gently let go of your hand before climbing back into the water, submerging himself right underneath.

You crouched down near the edge of the pool, peering inside and straining your eyes under the dim lighting to see his pair of legs transform back into his large, magnificent tail. He elegantly emerged back to the surface of the water, pulling his hair out of the loose ponytail and handing the hair tie back to you.

“Keep it.” You waved him off.

“It’s a bit difficult to tie my hair like you did under water, darling.” He tilted his head to the side, resting his chin on his forearms.

“Well, just consider it a keepsake.” You smiled shyly.

“I can’t deny it’ll be nice to have something to remind me that this day was real.” Rafayel nestled closer, your faces just inches apart.

“And what keepsake do I get?” Because oh boy did you need something to acknowledge this crazy day actually happened.

“Well I guess you do deserve some compensation for being an excellent tour guide,” he hums softly, as though he were thinking about it deeply, “close your eyes cutie.”

You obliged without question, your eyes fluttering closed in anticipation. The air was still for a millisecond before you felt his breath ghosting over your face followed by a small, cold sphere being pressed against your lips. Your eyes still closed, his wet hand came up to cup your chin and coaxed your mouth open. The sphere delicately fell onto your tongue, but you couldn’t process anything fast enough before his lips were on yours in a kiss that spoke volumes. His movements were slow and calculated, careful enough not to jostle the pearl in your mouth but passionate enough that your breath was caught in your throat.

Eventually he pulled away, a playful smirk on his mouth as he watched you open your eyes in disbelief.

“Keep that pearl safe, cutie,” he slowly backed away in the water, “and who knows? Maybe I’ll visit you again soon.”

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dumbkiri · 3 months ago

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𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐀𝐊 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐒 3

χα∂єη яισяѕση χ ƒ! мαιяι! яєα∂єя

ρℓσт: Training. RSC. Bodhi. Xaden. Can anything get worse than the future you see for yourself? The dream of falling out of the dark sky with a shrill roar of heartbreak? No, you think your fate is sealed in stone.

(slight Bodhi bc ngl im feeling this sweet goober)

PART THREE

TW: MENTIONS OF SUICIDE

Training Violet wasn’t so bad after all.

However she did talk too much, always reciting some story, the Codex or a book to keep herself motivated. You could never get her to close her mouth these past days. She asked too many questions about your signet and this time, you chucked your dagger into the tree she was kicking to get her to shut up.

“Seriously, Sorrengail,” Your shoulders dropped in defeat, yet tone laced with a threat “If I have to hear another word come out of your mouth instead of a grunt, I will cut your tongue out.”

Violet’s eyes turned away from you and she went back to kicking the tree. Good, she is smart after all.

“Tairn told me that Sgaeyl watched you kill six people during your Threshing.”

You don’t see what Xaden sees in her. Everyone goes off about how smart Violet is, but here she stands testing your patience. Perhaps the feeling of a new person stirred something inside of him. The excitement of sneaking around and-

“She said that if Xaden never existed, she would have chosen you.”

“Then it’s a good thing he does,” You grumbled, your face falling into your hands. Damn it, if she doesn’t understand your story or relationship with Xaden she’s just going to keep talking.

“Come join me over here,” You tear your hands from your face and gesture to the spot in front of the boulder you sat on.

Violet, slightly limping from the extensive exercise, made her way over to you and sat on the dirt ground across from you.

“Since you cannot focus on your training, ask me only three questions,” You leaned back on your palms and looked at her expectantly.

“Why did you kill those people? Were you fighting them to have Lenin claim you?”

You narrowed your eyes at the ground and shook your head, “No.” Then you looked back at her, “These people were bullies, picture Jack Barlowe cloned six times and have them band up together. That is the type of group that targeted me. Although it was a woman that led the group and her name was Lara, she is the seventh. Lenin killed her and I swear, I can hear her pleas and the way her body crunched in his mouth.”

Violet, appalled by your description leaned in, “Lenin didn’t burn her? Tairn burned-”

“Nah, Lenin saw my memories and knew about all the pain she put me through. He wanted her to suffer and I’m telling you it was a very scary situation.” You huffed out a laugh without humor.

“We were surrounded by a dense fog, you could barely see five feet in front of you. I just got done killing the sixth when Lara froze up. I thought maybe she couldn’t believe that I killed all her friends. Hell I barely remember killing them, it was like I was possessed.”

Again, you can feel the rain wash the blood from your enemies tainted on your body. You spun your dagger with your middle finger remembering the feeling so well. Like it happened yesterday. Your heart pounded against your chest, the breath that left your lips vaporized, your muscles forced you to move on to your next target.

You cleared your throat and said, “When I finally moved to her, having the itch to drive my dagger into her heart that is when I felt that tugging Professor Kaori informed us about. Then I heard his voice way before his tail came in, swiping her from under the floor. Can you imagine it? Having Tairn hide in the dark fog, his deep voice rumbling in your head?”

Violet nodded her head, “I think I can, but he says his son is very attached to you. It’s why Lenin showed no mercy to that Lara woman.”

You smile back at her, “Because I’m his first rider. I’m sure Sgaeyl and Tairn have told Lenin about their previous riders. That the death of a rider isn’t improbable. So Lenin is attached to my hip, and he’s still young. We got a special bond going on. He makes me stronger.”

“My cloak and dagger,” Lenin hummed with gratification, his feelings drowning you through the bond. You swear he felt a strong desire to protect you. Not wanting to give you a Rider’s death. One of pain and suffering. Lenin does not want to almost die like his father because of a rider.

“You will not die.” Lenin ordered.

“Are you and Xaden dating?”

What a weird question to ask. It’s almost fucked up to ask. Xaden hasn’t spared time for you and she wants to ask if you’re dating him? She should know Xaden is wrapped around her finger and yep, you’re starting to hate the both of them for their audacity. Xaden’s jealousy and Violet’s insensitive question got you riled up. This honestly pissed you off and you didn’t hold back questioning Tairn’s decision for this girl.

“Lenin, can you ask your dad if he really chose her for her intelligence?”

“I wouldn’t answer her question, Dagger,” Lenin said, “Almost seems like a trap.”

You take his words into consideration. How would this be a trap? If you said the truth, which is no, would she go on pursuing Xaden? Not that it matters anymore. You lost Xaden to her. Watching them together made you feel blue. Out with the old and in with the new.

You shook your head and sighed, “Dating didn’t seem problematic for us. We might as well have been with the amount of times we’ve slept together.”

Suddenly his scars came to mind the moment you thought about him. The pain he burdened himself to keep all the children alive. Violet’s mother, the one who made him go through that, showed no mercy to him. He paid the price of mercy, you reminded yourself and your heart grew heavy with the reminder.

How can he look at Violet and think she’s the one for him. Especially after what her mother did to him.

“You asked three questions,” You pointed at her tree, “Now go back to kicking.”

Violet looked at you like she wanted to say more, yet she held her tongue for once. Then she started kicking the tree with her right leg. She couldn’t get your words out of her head, and she asked with heavy breaths, “What do you mean by ‘dating didn’t seem problematic’? Why didn’t you guys-”

When she turned back around to direct the last bit of her question to you, you were gone.

“[Name]?” She called out into the silent day.

……

“Well this is probably the worst group I’d want to be in,” You muttered under your breath, sitting across from Dain. He gave you a look that said he’d rather be kidnapped with someone else too. You’d forgotten about the whole kidnapping part in the RSC.

Then he straightened out his back, trying to size you up it seemed. Dain spoke with slight annoyance, focusing on how close you and Imogen stuck to one another, “We have to work together, and believe me. If I had a choice, I would be stuck with another group.”

“Since you’re Colonel Aetos’ son couldn’t you, I don’t know,” You waved your hand lazily, “Get your way with a group for RSC?”

“I like to do things by the rules, Mairi,” Dain huffed.

You laughed with your shoulders, “Oh yeah, I forgot about you and your rules. God, no wonder Violet moved on to Xaden. Your girl just stole my man because you couldn’t keep a tight leash on her.”

“Maybe it was you,” Dain bit back, not liking how you pulled Violet into the conversation, “Aren’t you two supposed to be endgame? Xaden had no problem flaunting you like a trophy, but like every trophy…they’re left on the shelf. To be looked at as a memory of the past.”

You shook your head and said unbothered, “Ouch. Although I’m glad you described me as a trophy, it’s better than a rebound. Or gum stuck under someone’s boot.”

“You’re starting to piss me off, [Name],” Dain spat as he rose from his seat.

You stood up to meet him halfway, “Oh no, did I break a rule doing so? Hurt your fragile ego?” You reached for your dagger at your hip and forgot that you’ve been unarmed. Well that ruined your threatening nature because Dain’s frustrated look turned into a smirk as he looked down at you.

“Listen, we need to share our secrets with one another,” Pam said, growing tired of the back and forth between you and Dain, “ I also feel like there’s some sexual tension you’re sharing with one another.”

Appalled, you and Dain reeled back in utter disgust.

“Fuck no.”

“Hell no.”

Pam laughed and shrugged her shoulders, “Your responses are close enough too. It’s not wrong for the both of you to get together especially after being replaced.”

“She’s right,” Imogen crossed her arms over her chest and when she saw the hurt on your face, she corrected herself, “we need to focus on the secret part. Mine is I’ve slept with [Name] twice before her relationship with Xaden was even a thing.”

“Imogen!” You shouted, pink tinting your face, “That is like the ultimate secret! It’s supposed to stick with us. Now they know!”

She shrugged her shoulders and said, “That's the whole point of this RSC training, woman. I didn’t describe our situation and-“

“Can I use the same secret?” You asked, interrupting her so she really wouldn’t say anything else and Dain shook his head.

“Nice try.”

Rolling your eyes, you thought hard about a secret. You really didn’t have any. Besides Xaden and the rebellion…revolution. Fuck, do you know if it’ll be fine to say your signet is stronger?

“[Name], what’s yours?” Pam asked. You must have missed hers and Dain’s when you were thinking of one.

You looked at Imogen then back to Dain. Yep, you were really doing this.

“I can cloak more than two people.”

“What.” Pam and Dain stared at you incredulously.

“I can cloak more than two people,” You reiterated.

“[Name], that’s…amazing! You can-“

“It’s dangerous,” Dain cut in, his eyes narrowed with a threat. You knew what he was implying. You can cloak three or more Marked people without the chance of getting caught. You have done so many times. Not that he needs this information.

Now he could ruin everything by telling his dad this shit. You put yourself and everyone else in danger with this secret out.

“Look,” You said with a grim smile, “If anything it allows us to escape this RSC exercise. We can be the first group to achieve this.”

You tried to make things better for you. Keyword: tried. The way you caught Imogen giving you a hard stare implied that she really wasn’t happy about you spilling this secret.

“You’re right!” Pam jumped up from her seat and said, “Your cloak will trick the interrogators when they come back in! We can just hang in the back and wait.”

Without a word, your cloak moved over them and they shuddered in the cold. You wanted to get this thing over with, as fast as you can so Imogen could wipe their memory.

“I’m sorry, it’s a new feeling, but you’ll get used to it.”

“I can’t believe you can do this,” Dain whispered, entranced by the darkness that covered him.

“I only started doing this when Professor Kaori caught Bodhi and I-” You shook your head and said, “Professor Kaori told me I should work on my signet because it’s unique. So I did, not everyone knows I can do this. It’s why it's a secret, a really huge one.”

“I don’t understand why you’d keep it a secret,” Dain muttered, “With you being a Marked one-”

“Aetos, shut your mouth,” You whispered and the door to the classroom opened up.

Show time.

……

“Bodhi, I messed up.”

Your eyes skimmed over the bruises on his muscled arms in deep thought over the consequences that may follow you. This is how you should have come out of RSC two days ago. Or at least one of your group members.

Recovering from bruises and a rough interrogation. Instead your group walked out because of your signet, easy as pie. No bruises, not cuts or fractured bones. You guys walked out of the room under your cloak. Being invisible to the eye really worked wonders.

The patch on your flight jacket didn’t even bring joy to you. You earned it at what cost…

“How so?” He hummed while resting his head back onto your pillow. He stared at you with his crown of black curls framing his handsome face. God, those eyes melted your worries away until you remember the hardened ones that belonged to Dain.

You were in deep shit. Shit you couldn’t swim your way out of even if you did have help. No one wants to help someone who literally dug their own grave.

With Bodhi’s knees bent, you leaned over them with your arms crossed on top of them.

You didn’t dare look back into his eyes, afraid of the initial reaction. You can barely stand the one Imogen gives you now.

She didn’t outwardly tell you, but you knew she had to tell Xaden. To warn him and the others that your signet is out. You’re going to be monitored by all the professors and more importantly, Dain.

“I told Dain Aetos that I can cloak multiple people as my secret for the interrogation.”

“Oh.”

Great. You pulled away from him, but he was quick to catch your hands in his. And he tugged you down to him, “You didn’t let me finish.”

“What is there to say? I fucked up and when Xaden catches wind of this…I’m utterly screwed.” You tried one more time to pull away from him, yet his arms circled around your waist with gentle care.

“Please listen to what I have to say then you can wallow about the future.”

“If I have one,” You muttered, rolling your eyes. This made him chuckle and lift you a little higher to his face. Your head rested on his chest and he began playing with the strands of your hair.

“We know, everyone knows that you told Dain this. Do I think telling the guy who can search through memories that you can cloak multiple people is a good idea…no.” He said flatly, his fingers running through your hair.

“But do I think your mind is a strong force to penetrate, yes. Why do you think Xaden spent all his time questioning you, he can never read you. Yet he reads the rest of us like open books. Our shields mean jack shit to him. My point is; Xaden isn’t worried about you spilling anything because he trusts that fortress inside your head too much. We all do.”

“Bodhi, that is the literal point,” You worriedly argued, “I’m going to be questioned and have my memories searched. Just because Xaden can't "read" my mind like he does you- do you really think I’m safe within these walls now that my signet is-”

You started to worry about the truth of your signet. You can move objects now. If Dain finds out about this-

“They don’t know your signet, [Name],” Bodhi reassured, “They don’t realize the real strength you have. You still have a dagger up your sleeve. You just told Dain the easiest part of your signet.”

He moved his hand down to your shoulder and rubbed up and down your arm. He shared his warmth with you and you can feel sleep gradually whisk you away as time went on in the silence. His relaxed breathing lulled you to sleep as you both got comfortable on your bed.

Tomorrow you will think more about the consequences. Right now, you will happily enjoy Bodhi’s gentle company.

……

“Liam, listen to me!” You begged, grabbing onto his hand.

“No, you listen,” Liam shouted back, his blue eyes glaring into your soul, “I’m sorry, alright? I haven’t spent any time with you and I’m sorry. But you know how important it is to keep Violet alive! I’m doing a favor for everyone and I’m sorry you can’t get past the hatred you have towards her. It’s not my fault Xaden forgot you! It’s not my fault Violet is easier to be around with!”

Shattered.

Your brother heaved as he focused on his breathing, to get all the air he let out into yelling at you. Deigh’s throat rumbled in dissatisfaction, looming over Liam and you paid no attention to the dragon that wanted to claim you before Lenin got to you.

Although Deigh must have said something to your brother, the way his eyes softened at your desperate expression forced himself to calm down.

“[Name], those last parts- I didn’t mean…” His words drowned out in the back of his throat because the look you gave him broke his heart.

“I just want you to save yourself,” You whispered, then your hands pushed against his sturdy chest. The anger in you boiled inside and you had to let it out, let it out, “but if you want to die then do it! Kill yourself and leave Sloane to deal with me! You’d leave her alone with the worst older sibling, is that what you want? To have our baby sister hate Violet, your precious best friend! To have Sloane deal with me!”

“I want them to live!”

“And I want you to live!” You countered back.

Liam sighed heavily, burdened by the choice of his sisters or everyone’s fate, “We all can’t get what we want. Whatever ends up happening, I will still be your brother. You should know that I love you and Sloane and I will do anything to come back to you guys.”

“This isn’t just for love,” You stressed the words in your sentence, “This more than that. Losing you, I-I cannot let that happen.”

Liam enveloped you into his hug, he felt like nothing.

“I’ll be safe, I won’t do anything reckless.”

……

The moon never looked so pretty. You always looked at it with privilege and now you enjoyed the graceful light. It stared at you, enveloped you in a chill that allowed you to accept your fate.

Because if Liam can sacrifice himself for Violet, why can’t you make the same sacrifice for him?

You fell in what felt like slow motion as you kept your eyes on the moon. Liam was right. Sloane would be better off with him alive and mourning you. She needed him more than you, the bitter sister of the Mairi Family.

“Hold on, Dagger!”

No, you didn’t want to. You’re too far gone. The edges of your vision darkened, but the moon still kept its beautiful glow on you as it watched you fall. What a beautiful sight to close your eyes to. The last image of your ending.

Then your ears hurt at the sound of a piercing cry of a weak roar. One that begged you to keep your eyes open. One that said, don’t leave me.

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is-the-sky-blue · 5 months ago

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NEW LIFE: GOJO SATORU & GETO SUGURU

Chapter 1 - Strangers, Stupefy, Suspension

Synopsis: When you are thrust into a new life of motherhood you find yourself overwhelmed.

Warnings: Angst (with a happy ending), fluff, satosugu x reader, creepy old man, mention of teen pregnancy (reader is not pregnant)

>Part 1< Part 2 Part 3

Being a teen mom is scary and strange to say the least

You never planned for this to happen but then again you guess no one plans to become a teen parent. But at least with pregnancies they are an expecting parent, they have time to prepare, ready themselves to adjust to their new life, but you were pushed into a life of children without any forewarning. Suddenly a care taker of three five year olds and a six year old despite being almost a hundred percent sure that you didn't even have your period six years ago.

It's an inexplicable feeling to comprehend the idea of being a mother of four despite never having sex. A strange thought for children to manifest in your life without any time to prepare. You didn't have the scare of not having your period for a month, never needing to buy a pregnancy test to try it out while praying for only one line as the thought of lugging around a swollen belly throughout campus sent anxious beads of sweat down your spine. Never giving birth but even if adoption encompassed the same criteria at least these parents could plan, filling out paperwork as they searched online for beds and toys in the mean time.

Even with foster parents they are expecting a child to enter their home to some extent, ready to open their doors yet you never undid the lock, it was kicked down with a battering ram as you didn't only face the responsibility of caring for one life like most expecting parents, but four.

It's a bizarre emotion to come to terms with as you sit at your laptop in the dead of night, trying to scroll quietly as you read forums, and scoured through mommy blogs, finding parenting books only to half relate to each confessing adult.

No one is ever ready to be a parent, a line that struck close to home yet as they continue so did your disconnect, reading words that contained foreign experiences as they try to console the masses but not you. Sharing how motherhood is a struggle yet as you watch your child grow you slowly get accustomed to it, figuring out your child's unique quirks, their likes, dislikes and what works for your family. That after birth and you hold your child for the first time a sense of maternal love washes over you. How changing your baby's diaper for the first time and feeding them are moments where your connection only grows and you find a way to handle your conflicting emotions. They continue to go on, stating that it's fine to make mistakes, confessing how they accidentally burned their baby's hand with a curling iron but they'd forget soon enough anyways, brains not able to retain memories from so young yet you couldn't afford making such mistakes. Your children will most definitely remember any accidental pain or misstep you make, after all even in your high school years you could still recall stories of your elementary youth.

You couldn't afford to inflict anymore trauma whether it be purposeful or not, especially since these children you huddled in your home carried a dark past with them that you struggled to light up, your bulb barely dim, struggling to even create a spark to brighten their situation.

Your experiences with children limited, even in your youth you never hung around kids your own age much, living with only your grandmother facilitating an environment where you spent a lot of free time listening to gossip about other townsfolk in your village and how your neighbours, cousins, mailman apparently had an affair. You spent more time learning how to cut fruit into fun shapes like dragons, knowing how to traditionally make matcha and play shogi with your elders instead of playing tag in the back parking lot of your school after class.

Your living room often filled with elderly grandmas as they huddled around your tv, peeling apples as the latest episode of their favourite soap opera graced the screen, yelling about the stupidity of the male lead as you walked inside through the genkan rather than having peers over where you inevitably talked more than studying for your upcoming test. However instead of it being peers or elders on your couch it was now children, four children that you had to pay attention to. You couldn't let your inexperience keep you from caring for them.

You couldn't let your habits of letting your boyfriends handle it continue on. No longer able to just push off the responsibility of letting, usually, Suguru coax a crying kid out from where they hid in an abandoned warehouse while on a mission whereas you focused more on smashing cursed spirits through walls.

You couldn't do that now, no monster in your living room to divert your attention towards while a child sobbed. Suguru couldn't handle it every single time, you had to uplift their mood, had to make conversation even if you could only nod your head at their incoherent ramblings, often puzzled as you sat silently but attempting to appear attentive, but you knew you were bad at it. It was obvious, especially when Satoru popped next to you, sparking a delight into the children as he gasped and laughed, their big grins never targeted towards you.

You were unable to find a way to form a sense of connection, it was as though a growing ravine separated you from the rest of your mushed , abruptly pieced together family. You were a household unit, a family but it felt instead of being a caretaker you were some sort of second cousin twice removed who crashed on the couch in the basement, an invisible presence that no one acknowledged as you ignored any and all responsibilities.

Opting to hide in the kitchen instead of tying pigtails on little girls while they got ready for school. Trying to keep a sense of distance as you watched Suguru weave intricate styles, a job you'd traditionally have, knowing full well you were better at braiding than the long haired man as it was often your hands doing his hair and yet you busied yourself with flipping pancakes, pretending not to see him struggle with the small thin hair tie, not acknowledging how he snapped a third one while trying to secure one of the twins' ponytails.

Part of you just refused to acknowledge these children as your own, unsure on how to become their parent when you yourself were still a child. It slightly felt as though if you didn't interact with them then maybe this wouldn't be your reality, this wouldn't be your life.

It's not that you didn't want to be apart of this new family, it's just that you didn't know how, any exchange between you and one of the kids that inhabited your home feeling awkward at best as you stumbled through your minimal knowledge collected on children, ideas you've read yet struggled to implement.

You weren't sure if any of them even quite knew who you were despite it almost nearing a month of them being in your care, a relatively short period of time in the grand scheme of things but a long one when considering you've been with them 24/7.

You were useless, a straggler in this house who offered nothing other than a salary. Suguru and Satoru had fallen into their roles almost seamlessly. Geto you could expect this from with his already caring nature but even the arrogant Gojo was doing better than you.

You were an unneeded presence, every passing moment left you thinking what would happen if you packed your bags and disappeared, would it matter, would anyone in this house care. It's not like the family dynamics would shift, not like you'd abandon any responsibilities as you carried none in the first place.

The only thing you'd leave in your presence was a salary that wouldn't even create much an impact with Satoru carrying the Gojo name and wealth, the disappearance of your cheque merely seeming like a couple of cents to this household.

You found yourself wondering what your life would currently be like if you had taken Satoru and Suguru up on their initial offer.

It was like a domino effect, the three of you separating to go on individual missions. You could still remember the day as you sat on the stairs leading to Jujutsu Tech, Satoru's messages letting you know he was on his way back, with a surprise at that

You were rubbing your arms for warmth as you pondered exactly what surprise he'd be bringing, maybe a souvenir or new snack he'd wanted you to try. "(Y/N)!!!!" he called and you sprung to your feet with a grin, spotting his head of white hair skipping down the sidewalk, his empty hands sparking confusion before your eyes landed on two short bodies trailing after him.

His surprise was two children he had kidnapped.

"I missed you" and his arms wrapped around you instantly, a puckered kiss landing on your cheek as you tried to squirm out of his grip, peering over his shoulder at the two kids who still stood a few meters away, Satoru's sudden burst of speed not reciprocated by the children.

"Who" you furrowed your brows with a whisper "are they?" you tried to keep your voice low, not wanting them to hear but it seems as though the man didn't get the memo

"This is Megumi and Tsumiki Fushiguro!" he grinned, patting the tops of their head, or at least trying to, Tsumiki compliant while Megumi tried to swat him away. "They're Toji's kids," he stated as though it was no big deal, "and well you know about the Zenin clan," he yammers off and to be honest you were tuning him out after that moment, staring at the two children who met your gaze. "And you know how I kinda kille-"

"Yeah yeah I get it," you cut him off, knowing full well that this wasn't an appropriate conversation topic to have with the children, of said dead man, around. "So what are they doing here," you tried to say in an unoffensive tone, not wanting them to think they were an undesired presence.

"Well I was thinking of keeping them safe so the Zenin clan doesn't get their mangy little hands on them," he whistles, trotting up the steps as he wandered towards the school "let's get inside first, it's kinda cold," he hummed.

The Fushiguro children had quickly taken residence in your bedroom and you left them in Satoru's care, spending a few more hours in the main school building under the pretense of training to give the kids a bit more space, or at least that's what you rationalized to yourself, not wanting to confront your true feelings of discomfort and shock as you let Satoru entertain them, his lack of comments on your missing presence further solidifying your attempts to distance yourself to figure out your new situation. Suddenly a care taker to two children you had never met before but were reminiscent of a man you had disdained.

It wasn't until you returned back to your room that night, exactly two days after Satoru's arrival, that you realized Suguru had returned. You expected to merely see two children in your room, not four. You weren't ready, not prepared for a surprise of any sort and your shock was evidence, your feelings far more evident than with Satoru as you froze in the entrance, almost immediately catching sight of two little girls standing on your desk chair in front of the bathroom mirror clinging to Suguru as he stood, comb in hand.

"Oh" was the only thing you could say, the two girls appearing disheveled, bruises loitering their sunken faces, and you noted the slightly bloody towel on the floor, the neat bandages wrapped around their bodies and plastered on their face.

"You just missed Shoko," Satoru commented but you couldn't take you attention away from the other set of children that infiltrated your space. You caught Suguru's eyes instead, a cursory glance thrown over his shoulder as he offered a shaky smile, facade far more pale, a sense of fear loitering in his gaze.

"I-Is that so," you try to divert again, replying back to Satoru as you slipped off your shoes, trying to regain a sense of composure. "Well," you paused your bag slumping against the floor with a heavy thump and you watched as the girls grabbed for Suguru, paranoid glances being shot your way as he pat their heads, trying to soothe them. "You should probably dampen the ends of their hair, it'd help," you offer, watching as he struggled to get through the tight knots in their locks, "but it also might be best to cut off the ends," you murmur, averting your gaze as you unpacked your bag, putting your textbook back onto your bookshelf, sending a small nod to the Fushiguro siblings who perched on your bed, peering at you over the manga you let them borrow, "because they are so dry."

"You think so," he hummed and you felt a sudden rush of anxiety overwhelm you, your ability to suppress your flooding feelings slowly dwindling after only a few seconds. They doubled from two to four. You hadn't even adjusted to the thought of two new presences in your life, but now it felt all too real. You couldn't ignore it, your feeling of helplessness as you stared at what you quickly realized would become your family. Four children you weren't consulted about, four children who now only had you and your boyfriends to rely on.

"I just realized," you purse your lips, trying to push back the bitter bile that suddenly rose in your throat, these sudden changes looming over you as your small dormitory grew tighter with each second, as though the walls were closing in. "I forgot my water bottle at the track," you attempted to persuade, keeping tears at bay as you clenched your fists, still not ready to confront reality, not ready to enter this type of life. "I'm just gonna go and-" you were hastily slipping your shoes on, feeling your fingers shake, "g-get it real quick," and you couldn't hide the shaky crack in your voice, your ill concealed suffocation known.

You had left that day, you probably could've never returned, but you did, taking four hours too long to supposedly grab your water bottle. It was dark when you re-entered, quiet, the only light from a dim computer screen on your desk and the warm glow from your lamp on your side table. You could make out four children sprawled about your room, the twins asleep beneath the covers of your bed, the Fushiguros each taking up a bean bag chair. Small snores filling the air along with whispered mumbles

"(Y/N)," they had called softly upon hearing the creak of the door, eyes suddenly on you. Bodies quick to rise to greet you.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you earlier," Suguru approached first, his hand resting on your cheek and you stared up at him, refusing to let the pit in your stomach grow and let your bottom lip wobble. "I texted you but I should've called you."

"It's fine," you nod, "It's my fault for not checking my messages" you sighed, remembering the list of texts between Suguru and Satoru that you had finally read after leaving, messages sent before Suguru had arrived home loitering on your phone, mentions of the dark haired man's discovery and how he'd be bringing the girls back that your silenced phone didn't let you privy to. No notifications of his warning jumping to your home screen. "What are you two doing" you hummed, trying to shift the conversation, unable to take his pitiful glance any longer, slipping from his grip, not believing in yourself to stay composed in his grasp but part of you wished you hadn't, the screen holding images of houses for sale.

"We were looking for somewhere new to move into," Satoru explained, "we need more space," he gestured throughout your room and you paused, the situation suddenly growing even more real.

"Move," you paused, eyes downcast as you tried to steady your breaths but jolted when Suguru tried to hug you from behind, escaping from his comforting hold, not ready, not willing to fall apart right now.

"Yeah..." Suguru trailed off, slowly retreating his hands to his pockets, your refusal clearly hurting but even with the look on his face that had been there since he retrieved the two girls you couldn't find any more of yourself to spare, not able to emotionally handle the grief apparent in his features along with your whirlpool of flustering feelings.

"If you don't want to move you don't have to," Satoru says suddenly, catching your attention.

"What do you mean, you just said we couldn't stay here because the kids need more space," you snapped at him with a hushed tone, unsure on why there was an anger rising within you.

"Yes they do, but you don't have to go with them."

"So you want to buy a house and let them live alone," you quirked a furrowed brow and you felt a thick tension rise in the air.

"No," Suguru hesitated, "we were considering moving out with them and letting you stay... here."

"What-" you frown turning to him, feeling those tears sting, unable to keep them away, "are you trying to abandon me."

"It's not that!" Satoru is quick to reassure, voice reaching an octave too high, the sudden groan coming from your bed sending the three of you into quick silence before the shuffling ceased and one of the twins, you didn't know who, still unsure on either of their names, returned to sleep.

"You didn't sign up to take care of them," Suguru said in a hushed tone, "we don't want to force you into a parent position when you don't have to be, after all it was Satoru and I who brought them here, you don't have to take responsibility for them."

You stared at the ground in front of you, letting water blur your vision as you bit your lip. "You are clearly uncomfortable and we just don't want you to feel like you have no choice but to go along with us."

"What do you mean I have a choice, of course I don't have a choice," you snap, feeling a rivulet cascade down your cheek.

"Baby you don't have to come with us."

"What do you mean, of course I do. We are dating aren't we, what would happen to our relationship if I just stayed here, huh," you began to spout incredulously, feeling a sob quietly wrack out form, trying your best not to make too much sound, not wanting more onlookers as you fell apart, "do you want to break up with me, is that it, is this just your way of trying to break up with me," you shudder.

"O-of course not," Satoru stuttered clearly taken aback by your sudden crumbling, aware of your slowly slipping sanity but not expecting the breaking point to be when they were trying to offer you an out.

"We love you so much, you know that don't you," and Suguru is staring at you with a pleading look, fist clenching, unsure on whether he should make a move forward.

"Then you wouldn't be trying to leave me like this" you pursed your lips, staring at them with anger as you balled your hands.

It was dropped after that, you followed them, the escape you thought you needed, the door you thought was locked was opened by them, mournful glances as they clearly did not want you missing but allowed you a chance anyways, shut by your own hands, sealed with your own will.

You had stayed on your own accord, demanded that you wanted to stay which only further fueled the guilt you carried as you stumbled about clumsily, clearly not fit for the lifestyle you somewhat voluntarily signed up for.

This is a choice you made, you just had to work harder to be able to fulfil the role you wanted to claim and today was a great opportunity to make some sort of progress in that mission.

"I specifically demanded that a parent or guardian is present not a sibling!" the man in front of you rumbled, his brows furrowed as he stared you and the little boy next to you down, his cheek covered with a band-aid that accompanied the matching ones on his palm and knee. His lips pulled into a pout as he sent a resentful glare to the older that lectured you both.

"I'm sorry," you could only bow, hyperaware of how young you truly are to be Megumi's caretaker but you couldn't dwell on the thought, not right now. The heavy hearted sigh that released afore you had you stiffening.

"Regardless you and you family need to take better care of that brat, problem children aren't allowed in my school, learn to discipline him," and the gruff words had you gripping the arm rests of your chair to keep your anger in check.

"I would prefer it if you didn't call him such names," you attempted politely

"And I would prefer it if he didn't hit his fellow classmates," he spat, gesturing to the boy and his family who sat in the seat across from you, the black eye having boy clinging to his mother's shirt, eyes rimmed with red as he stuck his tongue out at Megumi. "Especially classmates who are children of esteemed benefactors that help keep our schools programs running" he tacked on and you had to bite your lip from spewing that no money was being donated to the school but his greedy pockets, knowing full well that art programs were still fully reliant on parents to provide materials to their children, after all it was you who visited the craft store more than once, but then again he probably assumed you were just an ignorant elder sister who didn't know much.

"That's right! Do you know how much it'd cost if we decided to press charges," yet another pompous man chimed, twiddling with the end of his mustache "we are clients to one of the best law firms of the country, in fact we are one of their biggest investors," and you had to keep yourself from tsking at his flaunt of wealth knowing there was a black card in a certain blue eyed boy's pocket that'd be able to buy all their assets and not make a dent into the never ending digits of his bank account.

"I am truly sorry that Megumi hurt your child but I'm sure he had a reason for acting out, he's a sweet kid I swear," you explain, knowing full well of his kindness, despite being merely an onlooker the way he watched out for his elder sister and the twins as well was evidence of his caring personality.

"Are you saying my kid deserved to get punched by that brute," the mother finally huffed, still holding onto her child.

"That's not what I sai-"

"Then what are you saying, I mean look at my son, our heir, do you think he received these bruises because they were merely roughhousing."

"I'm just trying to state that your son might've done something to trigger Megumi is all, I mean he's hurt too."

"For gods sake kid," the principal tsked, "you just don't get it, it doesn't matter whether or not that boy is hurt the Sato heir has been harmed by his filthy little han-"

"I don't appreciate you badmouthing my son in front of me! Megumi's wellness is also important!" you snapped, furrowing your brows, "as an educator you should treat these boys equally despite how much money his dad gives you."

"Ha!" the so called prestigious father snickered, "son," he whistled and you could feel a sudden sense of dread shadow over you, "looks like I see where that runt gets it from now, how old are you anyway," and his eyes seemed to rake slowly up and down, his leering gaze causing you to cringe in your seat. "When'd you get knocked up, huh," he chuckled and you clutched the arm rest, trying your best just to grit your teeth are bare it.

"I don't think that's an appropriate thing to say in front of children."

"Well you are far from appropriate it seems," he chuckled once more, "if you are so willing to spread your legs I'll make sure to give a well disciplined kid," he smirked, a grotesque face that had a wave of nausea churn in your gut and you could feel the wood splinter beneath your hands, your expression of disgust mirrored on his wife's face but she was quick to recompose herself.

It wouldn't be hard to make it look like a cursed spirit attacked and left some deceased in their wake. "Calm down sweetheart don't get your panties in a bunc- AHH" he jolted, toppling from his chair with a heavy thud. "What's wrong with you!" he screamed, fingers reaching up to touch his face, horrified to find a slit of blood leaking from his cheek.

"Calm down old man, wouldn't want you having a heart attack now," you growled, fully standing as you retracted your arm, tsking at the splinter of wood sticking out the far wall, piercing the hung portrait of the principal, he once sat in front of, right in the heart.

"I- are you crazy!" the principal fumed, stumbling to his feet as suddenly the Sato boy burst into a fright of tears, clinging to his mother, "what kind of psychopath bitc-"

"Let's go Megumi," you cut him off, keeping him from saying such words to the little boy as you tap his shoulder, hauling his backpack off the floor as you ushered him out the room, double doors slamming open as other administrators rushed in, startled by the sudden commotion but you walked through the crowd, bodies parting as you led Megumi out of the office, a silence washing over you two as you exited out the main doors, quietly walking down the steps, the click of metal ringing as you slung the backpack over one of your shoulders, little keychains hitting one another as you approached the crosswalk, staring at the big red hand that faced the two of you as the little automated beeps echoed the movements of your prodding fingers.

"Hold my hand..." you break the silence, extending a palm out to the boy but his sudden blank stare had you slightly recoiling.

"Why?" he just furrowed his brows looking up at you.

"Uh," you pause, you didn't quite have an answer you just knew that children were supposed to hold the hands of someone older while crossing the street, "for safety," you offer and he shakes his head.

"How is you holding my hand gonna keep me safe," he huffed, "we'll just both get hit by a car instead."

"Oh, well..." you think, "if there is a car, I'll be able to get you out of the way quicker by throwing you to the other sidewalk if I'm holding your hand," you try and his unnerved gaze had you questioning your every word before a heavy sigh left his lips, his hand meeting yours just as the crosswalk switched.

"I probably got suspended or expelled," he suddenly piped, seemingly unbothered as the two of you stepped across the street.

"Yeah sorry 'bout that," you apologize with a scratch of your head.

"It's not your fault," he murmured, "I would've got suspended even if you didn't throw a chair at that jerk's dad."

"I didn't throw the whole chair, just part of it."

"Does it really matter, you still threw a chair at him," and you didn't have anything to say back to that as he soon pulled out of your grasp as your feet met pavement again. "And you broke the principal's painting."

"Okay I get it," you mumble, suddenly feeling like a scolded child as you readjusted the backpack slung across your shoulder before you caught sight of the blooming bruise on his cheek, a red scab of slowly drying blood crusted on his lip and you looked up to glance at the sky before he could catch you staring. "Well uhm, it's kinda hot today," you pitch, the barely peeking sun creeping out from behind the clouds, the gloomy sky, clearly going against your comment, "do you want to go get ice cream..?"

Suddenly his feet halted from where he stomped in front of you, the pebble he was kicking running sideways into the road as he spun around, "ice cream.." he paused, skeptical, "why?"

"J-Just because," you stammer, "it's hot, aren't you warm," you try to play it off, "we can go to the corner store just down there," and you point down street, the floor sign advertising a new product a couple meters away indicating where the shop was located.

"I got into a fight today," he huffed, "why are you giving me a treat."

"Man aren't you just supposed to say okay and book it until I change my mind," you raise an accusing brow.

"Well you're being weird, you aren't really good at this whole parenting thing."

"Sorry for not being a professional," you scoff half heartedly, sparing a lopsided smile as you lead him towards the store. "So let's just go yeah?" and you speed up your pace.

It didn't take long for you to reach the door, the boy obviously more excited than he was letting on with the way he rushed alongside you, the ringing of the bell above the door singing as you pushed open the glass, letting him walk in first before you travelled through the store you knew all too well, the place a spot you used to frequent in your first year, Satoru loving the strawberry swirl twin pops that he'd eat all on his own, the artificial flavour a bit too much for even your palate and something Suguru would rather jump off a bridge than eat, Shoko not even option to share with but it's not like he minded, far too excited to eat both on his own.

The big brand covered blue floor freezers greeted you and you stared through the glass top, the colourful packaging catching your eye before a mop of spiky hair planted next to you, tippy toes trying to push themselves to their full height, unable to glance inside. "Do you want some hel-"

"No," he was adamant, bouncing up and down as he scanned, "I want that one" he slammed the clear lid, little hand smacking absentmindedly, obviously unaware of his options as he chose at random.

"Okay," you grin, spotting the strawberry twin pops but you ignored where he pointed, knowing full well the little kid wouldn't enjoy it, your observations over the past few weeks leading you to believe he enjoyed chocolate more based on the snacks he'd specifically choose from the stash Satoru would bring home almost everyday. "Here," and you yank out a chocolate covered vanilla ice cream, handing the packet to him before grabbing one of your own, "I like these ones too," you muse.

You were quick to head to the register, coin pouch at the ready, "but still, why would you buy me something for getting into a fight," he said again, his demeanor more worried, eyes a bit wider and you hum, trying to formulate an answer.

"Well you're a sweet kid, I know that much."

"But I beat up another kid."

"For a good reason."

"How would you know that."

"Because that boy was picking on Mimiko," you state, placing down both your items onto the counter, flashing a smile to the cashier as you pay. "Thank you," you wave to the worker, pushing open the door to let Megumi out.

"How do you know that," he finally asks, his peering eyes curious.

"That kid had her hair tie on his wrist," you note, unwrapping his dessert, pulling the wrapper down around the stick, words of mommy blog past telling you how to avoid sticky hands before handing it to him. "And it's certainly no coincidence that Mimiko and Nanako are on a field trip today," you continue, watching as he breaks through the outer chocolate layer, the cream cooling his slightly swollen lip.

"You are weird," he huffs and you can only reach down to ruffle his hair.

"Back at ya!"

You were quick to patch him up once you got home, little lessons you learned from Shoko and your line of work making first aid second nature as you applied ointments to his lips and ice to his bruises before letting him rest in his room, quietly taking respite in your own bed, the sound of children voices entering your home not stirring you to stand as you lay, lingering words itching at your skin.

'When'd you get knocked up, huh.' You aren't even an actual teen mom and yet these comments sent a disgust shiver around your bones, a gnawing discomfort sucking at your marrow as you curl tighter, it felt shameful, scary, your situation was misinterpreted and you felt so sick, you couldn't believe how others your age who actually went through the fearful process felt.

Squeezing your eyes shut you let a singular stray tear fall down onto your pillow before wiping it away, not letting sadness linger before slowly letting the heavy blankets fall off your body, pushing yourself to sit at the end of the mattress. They were home you should greet them.

But you couldn't bare to move.

The clock ticked closer to dinner and yet Megumi hadn't seen you leave your room. The door sealed shut, neither the blue eyed freak or Suguru had gone to check in on you so he just assumed it was fine. They had returned a few hours ago and yet you hadn't gone out to greet them, but he didn't bother to pry, not when he was tasked with setting up the table, carrying bowls of steaming rice from where his sister stood at the counter, spooning it into bowls at the rice cooker, to the oval wooden table a few meters away.

He found it strange, taking notice of your lack of presence when everyone sat down to eat, no one called for you, but then again you often missed dinner. The few weeks they had all gathered in this new home missing your presence at the dining table during all meals, your presence only ever loitering in the kitchen either prepping or serving foods, never taking a moment to sit down with them, always in some type of rush.

He knew this and yet it felt weird not to have you around, the singular chair that remained empty suddenly feeling like an eyesore as he picked at his broccoli.

"So Megumi do you wanna tell me what happened to your face yet," Suguru finally asked, turning away from little Mimiko who finished her story.

"Nothing," it was dismissive, shoving the chunk of broccoli into his mouth, trying to avoid conversation under the pretense of having his mouth full, even if he wasn't fond of the flavour.

"So you got those bruises from nothing," the gremlin man asked him and Megumi scrunched his face, waving his hand at the giant to try and shoo him away. "Megum-"

"Satoru leave it for now," Suguru hummed, taking notice of the little ears listening in from all around the table, "he's not too hurt right Megs," he grinnned, trying to ease the worried look on Tsumiki's face.

"Mhm," he grumbled.

The food filling their plates came and went and soon enough after a few episodes of cartoons the two men were hauling him and his sisters off to bed, and unfortunately the glasses weirdo was in charge of tucking him in.

"So you want to tell me what happened at school," he prodded again, crouching down right next to the side of his bed and Megumi just stared up at this ceiling, ignoring his alien eyes.

"No."

"Well can you just tell me anyways."

"No."

"Jeez tough crowd," he sighed, slumping his head onto the mattress as he flopped to his butt, the low toddler bed easy for him to lean on from the ground. "Seriously you don't want to tell me anything."

"Yup."

"Well then, anything notable that happened at school that doesn't have to do with the bruises on your face," he asked, trying to get something out of the boy.

"Mmm," he just groaned, flipping over to his side, back to the man as he faced the wall "well," and Satoru could pick up on the lingering question weighing on the boy's mind.

"What is it," he quietly spoke, as though if speaking loudly would spook the query away.

"What does being knocked up mean?" he finally spoke.

"Huh!" the man all but shouted, startled by the words and Megumi flipped around to face the perturbed adult, glasses on the tip of his nose as he stared at the kid, mouth agape.

"Never mind," he grumbled.

"Wait, wait, wait," the man rambled, suddenly springing to his knees, lurching forward to try and keep Megumi from dismissing him, "where'd you hear that?" yeah maybe knocked up as in knocking on a door, right, he tried to reason, hoping context would help his situation.

"At school,"

"Who said that, and why,"

"Why are you asking so many questions," the boy grimaced, suddenly feeling interrogated, "just go, let me go to bed."

"Megumi can't you just tell m- OW," and the boy started thrashing, kicking at the tall white haired man, trying to force him out of his room.

"Just leave you old man!" he yelled, suddenly feeling his kicks no longer connect as the sorcerer reactivated his infinity.

"Okay, okay," and he pushed to his feet, rubbing at his arm, pretending to be harmed more than he was while the child only stuck his tongue out, clearly feeling no remorse as he got out of bed to try and push him away faster, door being slammed the moment his feet left the threshold of his door, nearly being slammed between the wood as the sound resonated throughout the hall.

"What was that about?" Suguru asked, quietly shutting the door to the twins' room, brow raised in confusion.

"Megumi just asked me what being knocked up means," he murmured, still quite shocked.

"What?" Suguru jolted, shoulders straightening as his eyes narrow in confusion, "wait why."

"I don't know, I tried to ask but he kicked me out," and he gestured to the door.

"Should I go try and as-"

"What's going on," it was a quiet voice, the small peek of warm light pouring into the dim hall, and they spotted your head around the door frame, hair messy as you whispered.

"It's just about Megumi," Satoru sighed, walking over to you before snaking his arms around you, resting his chin on your shoulder as you perch on your tippy toes, pressing a gentle kiss to his cheek.

"Did something happen," you mumble, head resting on his chest as he swayed slightly, the only sound you caught was Satoru's surprised yelp before Megumi called him old and threw him out, the sound quite amusing and you were eager to catch the expression on his face, however his warm touch was still welcomed even if you missed the perturbed look you wanted to see and giggle at.

"Megumi asked me what being knocked up meant," and you felt a wash of dread strike you.

"O-oh is that so," you tried to laugh it off, "is this what kids talk about in school," you attempt but Satoru felt you stiffen in his grip the moment the words left his lips and it seemed Suguru caught the flash of a certain emotion cross your face.

"You picked Megumi up from school today right," Suguru approached, soft smile on his lips as he took ahold of your hand that rested on Satoru's back.

"Yeah," you breathed, suddenly feeling a strange sense of guilt.

"Was there anything specific that happened, I noticed that he had some bruises on his face," he continued, his tone was gentle, yet you still felt unsettled.

"Oh, well he got into a fight with one of his classmates."

"Hm," and Satoru pulled away, hands planted on your shoulders as he stared at you, "did he win."

"Toru that can't be your first question," Suguru sighs and he pulls the two of you into your shared room, worried that not asleep children would listen in on your conversation.

"But it's important," the man groaned, flopping back first onto the bed.

"You're such a weirdo," Suguru mumbled, taking a spot next to him before opening his arms for you to rest in, but you merely opted to sit next to the laying bodies, interlacing your hand with his, your actions clearly unexpected.

"And you like that," Satoru wiggled his brows before Suguru let a heavy hand fall onto his gut, laughing at his groan.

"Anyways do you know why he got into a fight," Suguru raised a brow and you reach to play with his hair, toying with the ends.

"Some boy was picking on Mimiko at school," and this seemed to catch their attention as both of their gazes snap towards yours, "Megumi gave him a good beating though," you snickered.

"If he didn't I would, maybe I still will," the blue eyed boy mumbled and you couldn't restrain your laugh, feeling that guilt wash away.

"You can't beat up a little kid."

"Who says."

"The law."

"But regardless does that mean you got called in to the office."

"Yeah," you hum, you small ministrations of toying with his hair halting as your tried to suppress the bubbling memories, "I think he might've gotten expelled."

"For beating up one kid? What about that boy, he was picking on Mimiko," Satoru jolted to sit, face full of rage.

"No I think it might also be my fault," you sigh and decide to lay on your back grabbing one of the pillows to hold close to your chest .

"Your fault... what'd you do," and Satoru is grinning, prying eyes prodding at you and you couldn't help but turn away.

"I kinda threw part of a chair at the boy's dad."

"You threw a chair," Suguru laughed incredulously.

"Only part of it!" you whined.

"But you threw a chair," and Satoru joined in on the laughter as Suguru pulled you close, his chuckles vibrating in his chest, the feeling tickling your cheek.

"Yeah and I think he was a big deal too."

"Can't be a bigger deal than a Gojo," the man snarkily remarked.

"Wellllll," you drag out, "apparently they are esteemed benefactors that are clients of one of the best law firms in the country," you mocked.

"and I don't need law firms to handle my work, I can deal with it on my own," Satoru hummed and Suguru snickered at his confidence.

"But still what happened that made you need to throw a chair," the long haired man chuckled, already imaging the sight and Satoru eagerly nodded, clearly ready for a juicy tidbit of drama.

"Oh well," you pause, "you know," and you trail off, prying yourself away from Suguru's arms, suddenly sitting as a new wave of dread swirled in your stomach, you should've diverted the conversation better, or thought of an excuse before hand, "um," you pause brain running blank.

"Hey..." and Suguru sits up, concerned, "did something happen," he continued, hand reaching for your back but he pauses when you tense, the pillow in your arms crumpling in your tight grasp.

"No nothing it's fine," you laugh, but the wet look in your eyes told him otherwise as your chest tightened with each breath.

"This doesn't have anything to do with Megumi asking what knocked up means...right?" Satoru furrows his brows, clearly concerned, words moving slowly from his mouth but the moment the question fell the tightening of your shoulders told him everything he needed to know. "Baby," he cautiously starts but you push yourself to your feet.

"Oh would you look at that, I completely forgot Yaga gave me a mission for tonight," avoid, avoid, avoid, your brain repeated, trying to slip out of your discomfort.

"(Y/N)," Suguru's voice was stern but you could only shake your head, cupping your ears with your palms as you tried to ignore his voice, you wouldn't let him stop you, you couldn't stop, you couldn't confront this, you couldn't tell them, not now, you weren't ready, the fear in your body wouldn't let you.

"I b-better get going," you choke out in response, your flooding waterline only the start to the progression of your deterioration, lip already beginning to quiver as your compressing lungs began to burn.

You were quick to try and walk away, quick to grab the door handle and start to pry it open, but he was quicker, Satoru's hand slammed the door shut, the small sliver of your escape locked in an instant.

You were trapped.

Oh no, oh no, you couldn't do this, not now, not with them, you couldn't let them see you like this and your hand was frantically trying to yank open the door but he was just far too strong, your shaking fingers not helping in your endeavour.

"(Y/N) don't try and run away from us again," he breathed, body leering over you as his hand slammed above you, keeping it tightly shut.

"Why won't you tell us what happened," Suguru cooed, the crease in his brow revealing his worry, "did they say something to you."

"No," you were too quick with your answer, they knew, they both knew, you were screwed, you were so so so screwed, "I- uh," and your eyes darted around the room, looking for an escape, the bathroom, could you get to the bathroom, if you did you could lock the door and maybe buy yourself some time.

"Don't even think about it," Satoru stopped your train of thought, and Suguru was quick to block the view of your only hope.

You were trapped, trapped, trapped and suddenly you felt the walls closing in on you, they were surrounding you, the ceiling was falling, the floor of dashing up quick.

"Woah there," and it wasn't the room but you, you were falling, back slumped against the door as you fell to the floor, big hands that only thing slowing your descent of keeping you from crashing down.

"(Y/N)," it was blurry sounding, that didn't make sense it couldn't sound blurry, but it did, it did why did it sound blurry, nothing made sense, what, where were you, why were you, and there was a pain in your chest, your chest it hurt, it hurt, it hurt, it hurt.

"Breathe baby please," and your hand was raised to his chest, they were crouched, one hand was rested at the back of you head, keeping it from lolling to the side as you could feel your palm raise and fall along with his own lungs, "can you just copy me please," and it was pleading, Satoru, Suguru you couldn't tell, couldn't tell whose limbs was whose, where your hand stopped and his body began, the murky colours fading in and out.

Why were you freaking out again, it doesn't make sense, why were you falling apart, it wasn't your fault, you did nothing wrong but why were you choking on air, why was their pain clawing at your organs, why did you feel nauseous.

"Ohhh," you breathed out, eyes widening as you tried to process, your brain spiraling, why were you feeling so gross, so ashamed, you didn't do anything and your chest flooded with oxygen before you let it out with a huff, breaths following your hand, following his chest.

"There you go, thank you, thank you so much," and he still sounded blurry.

"They said," you sobbed, the words sending a shudder through your body, "t-that I was, they said I wasn't appropriate."

"appropriate?" one voice whispered and you could feel your chest heave.

"S-Said I should s-spr" and the word felt foul coming out of your mouth, "spread my l-legs," you hiccupped, "that he, he would give me a well disciplined kid, and, and, and I," you stumbled over your words, brain rambling as your mouth followed, unsure if you were even stringing together real sentences.

"I'm sorry," he whispered and your hand gripped his shirt, pulling him closer, "I'm sorry that jerk said that to you," he continued and you wrapped your arms around him, head burrowing in the crook of his neck as another sob wracked your body, a somberful scream echoing onto his skin.

"I-I didn't like it, I didn't like it, I didn't," you cried, feeling hysterical, panicked, overwhelmed.

"I know, I'm sorry that happened to you, he's gross," and a hand was patting the back of your head. "But he's not here, you are safe, you'll be okay he can't touch you."

"I didn't like it."

Your cries continued, repetition spilling over and over again as you were held, brain mush as settings changed, feelings changed until you were wrapped in blankets tucked onto a mattress until silence broke into your cries.

Your eyes shut, you didn't quite know when, but it happened, must've happened because here you were opening them, cradled in tight grips holding you close. Your eyes hurt, they were sore when they fluttered open.

"Are you awake," soft, gentle and you knew this voice, it wasn't blurry it made sense.

"Yeah," you whispered and Suguru grinned.

"m'sorry," you murmured.

"What d'ya mean sorry, what'd you do wrong," Satoru was quick to grumble, chin resting on your shoulder as he scolded you.

"Nothing, absolutely nothing," Suguru answered for you, reassuring any thoughts in your brain, "that must've been tough, being told such disgusting things," he comforted, validating your feelings.

"It was weird," you confess, "to be told things like that."

"It's not just weird, that guy's a creepy asshole." Satoru insulted and you couldn't help but laugh at his anger fueled insults and you pat the hand he had around your waist, turning your head to catch sight of his furrowed glare.

"He's right," Suguru nodded, "but when things like that happen don't try and keep it from us, we're a team, let us help you."

"But I felt bad."

"For what."

"Well, it's just, he spoke as though Megumi was my kid but," you pause "I mean I get that we adopted him, adopted all of them but I'm just not used to the idea of being," and you sigh the weighted word feeling heavy on your tongue and the connotated meaning sent a discomfort through you, "a mom," you spoke.

"That's alright," Suguru assured, "it's hard to get used to our new life."

"Yeah but," you sigh, brows creasing and suddenly your eyes stung, "I just feel so awkward around them, I don't know what to do, I've never taken care of a child before let alone 4 of them and I haven't even got to learn because- because other parents they, they," and you started stumbling again, bringing your hands up to roughly wipe at your eyes, "they get to at least learn as their children grow, but they are all already in school and everywhere I look they say you are able to learn as they grow but I can't do that, I don't know what to do it's just," and you let out a frustrated groan, legs slightly kicking in anger. "I just don't think I can be the mom, the mom they need,"

"Sweetheart," Suguru trails off.

"They went through so much and I just can't be the person they need me to be, I can't be like all those mom's who are able to comfort their kids and know what they need, I can't be a mom," you confess, "I mean they are just so good at it, they are able to handle it so effortlessly. Even today that Sato boy's mom was able to comfort her kid, she was able to hug him and he turned to her for comfort, I can never be that for these children, I'll never be able to provide that support they need and I, I," you were running out of breath, your ramblings long as weeks of insecurity finally verbalized.

"You," Satoru stops you, "won't be able to be that type of mom, the type of parent who does everything so effortlessly," and his words seemed to bite but he continued, "because that type of parent doesn't exist, what you see online is manufactured, all those things you read are written in a specific way, no one talks about meltdowns or tantrums or their insecurities, but even if they don't mention it, that doesn't mean it doesn't exist."

"Parenting is different for everyone, and it'll be especially different for our family, after all we have a learning curve to get over," Suguru cracked a smile, "but you are the smartest person I know," and his hand grabbed yours and your palm was on his lips, "you'll be able to find a lifestyle that works for you, you'll be able to learn how to talk to them, I know you will, I mean just think about today with Megumi, you picked him up from school, you were able to spend time with him alone and that was fine wasn't it."

"I probably got him expelled."

"And I would've instead if you hadn't," Satoru snapped, "now that he's already expelled there is nothing to lose when I crush that old perv's head."

"Satoru," you whined, "you can't do that."

"Well you threw a chair."

"I only threw a part of it," you huffed before resting your head backwards onto his shoulder, "I don't think I'll be able to do this," you sigh, "these kids deserve a mom who is good at their job, a mom who wants to be doing all of this and is able to do it with ease."

"But you do want this (Y/N), you stayed even when you had a chance to leave."

"Yeah but maybe I was wrong, maybe I was making a mistake. I was scared of losing you, I didn't want to break up, I was being greedy, I was looking at these kids and I could only think I could put up with anything if I could be with you. I was romanticizing this whole situation, I was dumbing it down, I haven't even done much and yet the little bit of parenting I actually do is far more difficult than I imagined. I just always feel exhausted, and scared that I'm gonna mess up and make them hate me, I just feel like some big burden in our family, you guys are able to handle it all, and I just hover around and-"

"What do you mean burden," Satoru scoffed.

"The only reason we are able to take care of them is because we know we can rely on each other, and you. Today didn't overwhelm us because I knew I could go on the field trip with the twins and Satoru could take Tsumiki to her art class after school, because we knew you'd be able to take care of Megumi, we knew you'd be able to take care of the loose ends."

"(Y/N) we can only do this because you are here, the only reason I'm able to adjust is because I have you and Suguru as my 2 constants, you are a pillar that I can rely on and I want to be a pillar you can rely on too."

"I'm pretty sure it's a rock, not pillar." you correct but he only presses a ticklish kiss to the crook of your neck causing you to laugh.

"That's besides the point," and another kiss.

"Just remember," Suguru mused, leaning in to press his own kiss to your forehead, "take your time, you don't need to rush and try and become a person you aren't."

"Okay, okay," and suddenly you couldn't stop laughing, Satoru pecking your skin over and over again, his hair tickling your neck.

"We can get through this together alright, remember you aren't alone," he mumbled against your flesh and the vibrations only further the sensation as you giggled, pushing his head away from your skin.

"Thank you," you could only smile, and it felt as though all your worries were crushed, in between their arms you knew you weren't alone, you'd be okay, you didn't have to be a mom, you could take your time with your learning. You were fine, you'd be fine.

"My face hurts," his little voice echoed and you raised your head, catching sight his mop of dark hair peeking in through the door frame and you sat up.

"Still?" you questioned, already to your feet, as you walked over to him, the once crusted over scab ripped away, beads of blood blotting his lips as the black eye only purpled even more from the last time you saw him, the bruises swelling stronger. "Did neither of you give him an ice pack" you turn around, staring at the two men who stiffen, Satoru's guilty look all you needed before you were ushering Megumi into the kitchen. You shuffled over to the freezer as the boy climbed onto the dining room chair, watching as you shook the frosted condensation off one of the ice packs before wrapping it with a clean towel.

You crouched down next to him, staring up at his bruised face, placing a gentle hand to poke at the swollen skin, grimacing as he winced, it really did get worse and you reached up to place the ice onto his cheek, patting his hand when he flinched. "Sorry I know it hurts, just hold that here okay" you tell him and he nods before you go and reach for the cabinet above the fridge, pulling down the plastic bucket of medicine, yanking out a bottle of ointment you had used earlier in the day, quickly moving to reapply it to his lip.

As you screwed the cap back on he only looked down, hands fidgeting as he opened and closed his mouth, hesitant to speak.

"Is something wrong," you tilt your head, trying to duck down to catch his eye.

"I'm sorry," he suddenly blurts out.

"Huh, what do you mean?" you smile "what are you sorry for."

"At school, they said mean things to you."

"That's not your fault," you shake your head, "and I'm fine see," you grin but he only turns away, voice lowering as he whispered.

"But you were crying."

"Oh," you hadn't realized he had heard you.

"You were sad," he mumbled, "because they said mean things to you, b-but they wouldn't have said anything if I didn't punch him."

"Hey Megs," and the nickname fell out effortlessly, "none of that is your fault, they are just mean people, I'm all better now, okay, so you don't have to feel bad, you didn't do anything wrong," you tried to reassure and you watched as his lower lip wobbled.

"Today must've been scary for you too huh," you ask, finally catching onto his flooding emotions, he was like you, trying to hold himself together until he couldn't anymore, and you watched as the first tear drop fall. He was crying, you froze, what were you supposed to do, and you could feel the hand you cupped on his cheek slowly dampen as you wiped his tear away.

He looked like you, so small, so helpless and completely overwhelmed and you couldn't help but think back to how Suguru and Satoru helped you, how they comforted you, now it was time for you to do the same. "C'mere," you whisper, opening your arms wide and he practically falls into embrace, his head resting on your shoulder and you sigh, listening as his sobs grew louder. He was scared, his fingers tightened around your shirt, holding onto you for dear life and you patted his back, trying to soothe him as you pulled him onto your hip, standing as you rocked him back and forth

"You'll be okay Megumi, I promise no one is going to get mad at you, you're safe now," and he hiccupped and you found yourself instinctively pressing a kiss to his temple as you bounced him in your grip, cradling him and as you lifted your head, you caught sight of two figures in the hall, watching you, smiling and you realized you could do this, you were doing it, parenting, the bonds you were worried about making were formed.

You didn't rush it, you took it at your own pace and you realized time will help you, aid you in your effort, and you hugged the boy tighter, you could do it, were were doing it, you weren't trapped, you weren't suffocated you were here, mimicking the love you felt, no not mimicking reciprocating it, you were sharing your own love with him as you comforted him, expressing your emotions as you patted his back, rubbing soothing circles as he cried.

"It's okay Megs, you'll be okay" you coo, you could share your love, you could parent at your own pace, you were able to do it. You were fine.

"We'll be okay"

#satosugu x reader #jujustsu kaisen x reader #satoru x reader x suguru #satosugu x y/n #angst with a happy ending #satosugu x you #gojo x reader x geto #light angst #fluff #children #megumi fushiguro #fushiguro tsumiki

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ordinary-barbie · 6 months ago

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scary dog privileges.

summary: Nobody's messing with you as long as Rafe Cameron is around.

pairing: rafe x sweet!pogue!reader

word count: 1.7k

tags: fem!reader, swearing, a guy acts like a creep towards reader, fingering, cunnilingus, p in v sex (protected), mutual orgasms

note: dipping my toes into obx fanfic after hyperfixating/crushing on Drew Starkey and reading a ton of Rafe stories, haha. I have not seen the show but I'm shooting my shot here anyway!

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They say that opposites attract, which couldn't be more accurate regarding your relationship with Rafe Cameron.

Rafe was the Kook king of Kildare Island, someone who oozed cockiness and arrogance. Meanwhile, you were a soft-spoken Pogue. When people spotted the two of you together, they couldn't wrap their heads around it, and frankly, neither could you. Rafe had his pick of any girl on the island - especially the Kooks - but somehow he only had eyes for you, which warmed your heart.

It all started last year, with a party at Tannyhill to celebrate your class graduating from high school. You were content to stay under your covers, binging Love Island Australia on Hulu, but your friend Olivia had begged you to come with her. Eventually, you relented, your curiosity about one of Rafe Cameron's famous parties getting the better of you.

Within five minutes, you'd ran into Rafe—literally. You'd been swaying to the music and accidentally bumped into him, spilling your drink all over his shirt. You'd been mortified, apologizing profusely and insisting on helping him clean up.

Rafe was a goner ever since.

Now it was time for another Tannyhill bash to celebrate the start of summer, and you were squarely by Rafe's side. In the year you'd been together, you'd discovered how protective your boyfriend was. He held onto you like an anchor, always having an arm wrapped around your waist or shoulders, no matter if he was talking to Topper and Kelce or kicking some rando's ass at beer pong. You appreciated it; parties often made you feel like a nervous baby deer, and it was nice to have someone to hold on to.

Unfortunately, you couldn't always be joined at the hip. "I'm gonna piss but I'll be right back, baby," Rafe promised, giving your ass a light squeeze on the way to the bathroom. As soon as your boyfriend was out of sight, your smile dropped. While you'd made an effort to get to know Rafe's friends, you were still incredibly nervous in a house full of Kooks.

To kill some time, you scrolled through Instagram, giggling at Olivia's latest story. She'd posted herself having a "friendly pizza sesh" with a guy, but you knew she'd had a huge crush on him since high school.

Suddenly, a shadow passed over you. "What's got you laughing like that, pretty girl?" You jumped, startled by the unfamiliar male voice.

A smirking guy with short, curly dark brown hair and glinting hazel eyes sauntered up to you. "Hey, I'm Aidan. I'm new in town—but maybe a cute thing like you could show me around?" he lazily drawled.

Your skin prickled with discomfort. You suddenly wanted to shrink into yourself, but you forced yourself to smile anyway. "Sorry, I'm not interested."

Aidan laughed, undeterred, and leaned into you. "Playing hard to get, huh? That's kinda hot," he whispered into your ear, making your stomach churn.

"I said no thanks," you responded, laughing nervously. You should run. You needed to get out of there. But for some reason, you found yourself rooted to the spot, trapped with Aidan and the pungent stench of his cologne.

Aidan pouted, using his arms to pin you against the wall. "C'mon babe, just give me a chance. I don't bite."

"How many times is she gonna tell you to fuck off before you get the point?" Relief flooded your chest at the sound of your boyfriend's voice.

Aidan rolled his eyes. "Why don't you fuck off, dude? We were having a moment."

Rafe glared at Aidan, his eyes blazing with rage, and grabbed the other boy by the collar of his Lacoste polo. "That's my girlfriend, you jackass. And you're gonna step the fuck away from her. Now."

You suddenly felt a zinging sensation in your core, turned on by Rafe's behavior. He was so sweet and silly and kind but could turn into a snarling dog in an instant — definitely not someone to fuck around with.

Rafe released Aidan's collar and the brunette gulped, suddenly trembling with fear.

"I - I'm sorry man. I had no idea," Aidan stammered. "I'll leave her alone."

Rafe wrapped a protective arm around your waist, scowling at Aidan. "Get the fuck out of my house."

Aidan meekly nodded, scurrying out of Tannyhill. The party filled with laughter, with people cheering Rafe on. But Rafe ignored the commotion, only focused on you.

"I'm so sorry baby. I should've been there to protect you from that—that asshat," Rafe apologetically said, tenderly stroking your cheek. You leaned into his touch, instantly comforted by the warmth radiating from his body.

"It's okay, Rafe," you assured him. "It's not like you could take me into the bathroom with you."

Rafe frowned, kissing the top of your head. "Maybe I should. Can't have these fuckin creeps tryna mess with my girl."

You laughed, shaking your head at your well-meaning boyfriend. "I adore you, but I'm not gonna stand there and watch you pee."

Rafe flashed you a lopsided grin. "Why not? We've done way worse things in there. That poor sink has seen some shit."

You playfully shoved Rafe's shoulder. "Rafe Alexander Cameron! I can't believe my knight in shining armor is so crass."

"Don't act like you don't love it, baby," he casually replied, kissing your neck. You let out a soft moan, tilting upward so Rafe could have more access.

The two of you were interrupted by the sound of Topper fake retching. "Begging y'all to please get a room," he pleaded. You couldn't help but snicker at Topper's dramatics.

Rafe lazily flipped off his friend before whisking you off to his bedroom and locking the door. "Get on the bed for me, pretty girl," Rafe said huskily, brushing his lips against your ear. Damn, that nickname sounded so much sexier from Rafe's lips than that douche from earlier. (Aaron? Andrew?)

You kicked off your sandals and laid down on top of Rafe's king-sized bed, pulling off your dress and underwear. Rafe quickly shed himself of his clothes and laid on top of you, kissing down every inch of your body.

"So I'm your knight in shining armor, huh? Well let me give my princess the treatment she deserves," Rafe drawled, relishing in the way your body reacted to his touch.

He plunged two fingers inside you, pumping them in and curling them right against your sweet spot. You gasped, loving the way he stretched you out. Rafe had been the only guy you'd ever slept with and at this point, you couldn't imagine yourself with anyone else; how could you, when you've only experienced the best?

You began to crave more than just his fingers, however. "Rafey," you whined, fully overcome with lust.

Rafe chuckled, lazily rubbing at your clit. "Use your words, princess. Tell me how to make you feel good."

You gulped, still feeling a little timid when it came to expressing your desires in the bedroom. "I need—I need your mouth, Rafey. Please."

Rafe knitted his eyebrows in mock confusion. "Where, baby? Your lips? Your cheek? Your forehead?"

"Rafe Cameron. Eat my pussy before I explode," you begged, your horniness taking over.

Rafe smirked, pulling his fingers out of you before slowly running his tongue across your folds. “Fuck, I love it when you talk dirty. Almost as much as I love this sweet little pussy. She's already so wet for me, holy shit."

You whimpered, arching your back in ecstasy as Rafe continued to pleasure you, kissing and sucking at your clit. You felt that familiar fire in your stomach, a sure sign that your climax was fast approaching.

"Oh, Rafe—'m gonna cum," you moaned, your legs shaking. Rafe sped up his movements, rubbing your clit with his thumb and index finger while pumping his tongue in and out of your hole. Eventually the dam burst and you felt your orgasm wash over you as your legs clamped down on either side of Rafe's head.

You took a minute to come down from your high, admiring the sight of your boyfriend with mussed-up hair and your glistening slick decorating his face. Even while looking totally disheveled, Rafe was a work of art.

Rafe wiped his face with the back of his hand, savoring the rest of your juices on his fingers. "Always my favorite meal baby," he purred. "But now I need to be inside you. Turn around for me, princess."

You shifted your position on the bed so you were lying on your stomach while Rafe rummaged in his bedside drawer for a condom. You heard him unwrapping the foil packet and rolling the condom on before feeling the head of Rafe's cock teasing your hole. You let out a breathy moan, loving and loathing the teasing simultaneously.

Rafe held on to your hips as he pushed into you, thrusting in and out at a steady pace. "Can't get enough of this pussy," he grunted. "So warm and tight f'me."

The din of the party going on downstairs faded away, and you could only focus on the sounds of sex occurring in the room: the duet of moans between Rafe and you, the creak of the bed, the sound of skin slapping against skin. A year ago, you couldn't imagine coming out of your shell like this. But now? Well—

"Gonna cum again, Rafey," you breathily blurted out, feeling your pussy clench down on Rafe's cock.

"Fuck yeah, princess, just come all over my cock," Rafe groaned.

Almost as if on cue, you felt your climax wash over you, and Rafe helped you ride out your orgasm before spilling his load into the condom. You had a fleeting thought about Rafe shooting his cum inside you instead, but you weren't quite ready for that yet.

You and Rafe took a minute to catch your breaths before he took off the condom and tied it up, tossing it into the wastebasket next to his bed. He rolled over on his side, enveloping you in his arms and burying his head in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent.

"Baby, you're incredible," Rafe murmured, kissing your shoulder.

You smiled, feeling light and airy inside. "Rafe, you're incredible. Thanks for being my scary dog earlier."

"I'm sorry, 'scary dog?'" Rafe repeated with a laugh.

"Scary dog privilege. It's something I saw on TikTok," you explained. "Basically it means that if you're with an intimidating-looking person, people will leave you alone because they don't want to mess with a scary dog. And seeing you be protective like that? It was pretty hot."

Rafe fondly gazed at you, stroking your hip. "Well shit, I'll be your scary dog anytime then, baby."

#rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron x you #rafe cameron smut #rafe cameron fanfic #rafe cameron fanfiction #tiff writes ✏️

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parasitical-if · 7 days ago

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DEMO | INTRO POST

Parasitical Chapter Five is OUT! This update contains almost exactly 100k words of new content! This brings the wordcount without code to 260k and the wordcount with to 278k, and the average playthrough length to 71k.

For those of you who'd rather jump in without spoilers, the features are under the cut, but otherwise...

(Tagging: @interact-if)

Experience the journey leading up to the Old Colony—a long, long hike through much, much meat

Bother, flirt with, or quietly evaluate your companions!

Scary stories, scarier dreams

Discover what sort of creatures you share His Grace's body with

Share a few tender(romantic or platonic!) moments with someone special... or not

There are also, as always, a few 'meta'/technical improvements.

Both Ami and Cato have actual relationship bars now

Added the option for custom pronouns, changeable at any time from the stats page

The always-glorious typo and bug fixes

Fiddled around with some of the images(as seen in this post. can you tell graphic design is my passion)

I so much hope that you all enjoy <33

#parasitical #parasitical if #wip update #interactive fiction #if wip #if update #choicescript #cogdemos #hosted games #cyoa

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birdiewritessometimes · 8 months ago

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ellooo I love your writing smm and I was hoping I could request a Mattheo riddle or Theo Nott x hufflepuff reader (which ever you decide) I feel like you can create a cute fluffy story with either of them being so soft for the reader (or whatever direction you want to take this towards)ㅤ ᵕ̈

Magical Matchmaker

A/N: Hii! Thank you so much for reading my writing and liking it <3 I’m sorry for the wait, I actually started this one before you sent in the request and it fit perfectly together. I’m sorry you had to wait so long for it though but I hope I’m making up for it in length! I shit you not, Archie is based on my cat and he loved toe bean massage! Also I promise I don’t hate Draco he’s just a perfect character to show how the slytherin boys values people I guess. Also, also, Slytherin boys + astronomy tower = <3 Btw its always Cormac who is an annoying ass…

Archie is my first cute little oc, he might make appearances later on in other stories since i love him so much <3

Pairing: Mattheo Riddle x Hufflepuff!reader

Themes/warnings: Fluff, fighting, blood, smoking, that’s all I could think of, please let me know if there’s more

Word count: 7500-ish

Please do not copy or translate my work!

The soft rumble of the train could be heard as you walked through the train corridor. You were holding your cat, Archimedes, in your arms. The black cat was comfortably asleep as you searched the compartments for your friends, Hannah Abbott and Megan Jones. The train had just left the station around five minutes ago, yet you can’t seem to find your friends anywhere. Archimedes awoke when you stopped at one compartment to peer inside for your friends. Inside sat a group of boys, known for starting fights, talking back to teachers and just being trouble in general, most students were wary of them. They were in your year, all in Slytherin. In your time at Hogwarts, you had managed to stay clear of their radar. That all came to change the moment Archimedes jumped out of your arms and sneaked into the loud boys’ compartment. Your blood ran cold when you saw him jump up in one of the boys’ lap. You prepared yourself to go in there to apologise but you stopped when you saw how the curly haired boy gently petted Archimedes’ head, a smile on his face.

“Oi, where did that cat come from?” One of the boys, you recognised him as Blaise Zabini, he was known as a flirt, asked. The boy who held your cat in his lap was Mattheo Riddle, he was known as the intimidating, scary boy most people feared. The other two boys were Theodore Nott, the quiet one, and Lorenzo Berkshire, the sweet one in the group. You saw how Lorenzo leaned over to pet Archimedes.

“He is so cute.” He said as he also petted your cat. You saw how Mattheo swatted his hand away a playful frown on his face.

“Hey, he came to me, back of Enzo.” You heard him mutter irritably before continuing to pet Archimedes’ head gently. The scene in front of you made you smile; it almost made you forget who you were staring at. They looked so innocent as they surveyed Archimedes. Mattheo had a soft smile on his face while Lorenzo had a mischievous one, continuously trying to pet him. Theodore was chuckling at the scene while Blaise was grinning widely. Realising the situation you gently knocked on the door before sliding it open so you could stand in the doorway. All four boys snapped their eyes towards you, tearing their eyes from your cat. You cleared your throat awkwardly.

“Hi, uh, I’m sorry, Archimedes, my cat sneaked in here…” You trailed off, feeling more awkward by the second as they just stared at you, Mattheo still petting your very content cat’s head.

“Y/n, right? I didn’t know you had a cat.” Theodore cleared his throat, his eyebrows furrowed. You let out an awkward chuckle, the whole situation made you feel out of place. Like you had intruded and, in some way, you suppose you did. But you didn’t want to lose Archimedes on the train, he was a pain to find again, since he was deaf.

“Yep, since first year.” You confirmed, you could feel an amused smile make its way to your face at the awkward situation. They were looking at you like they have never seen you before, or like you were some sort of alien. Your eyes travelled to the curly haired boy who you’re your cat. He looked like he would rather die than to let you have Archimedes back.

“Y/n? You’re a Hufflepuff right?” Lorenzo asked, giving you a kind smile, probably trying to ease the weird atmosphere, which you returned.

“Yep, also since first year.” You chuckled, making him chuckle too. You saw that the rest of the group smiled at you too, except for Mattheo.

“How do we know you’re telling the truth that he really is yours?” Mattheo asked suspiciously, you let out a chuckle again at him. His eyebrow shifted upwards as he gave you a suspecting look. You nodded at your cat’s collar.

“Check his collar, his name, my name and my address are on there.” You said, now feeling amused at the situation. It seemed like Mattheo was trying to stall giving him back to you. You saw how Mattheo gently checked the tag on Archimedes’ collar, a frown on his face.

“Archimedes, y/n l/n, 71 The Green, London.” He mumbled, a sulking look on his face, this made you let out a giggle. Deciding to tune in with your kindness, that Hufflepuffs valued so much, you decided to let him cuddle Archimedes for the train ride.

“You’re welcome to cuddle him if you’d like, but do you mind if I sit then? I don’t want to lose him.” You said, but you realised your mistake as the words left your mouth. Mattheos eyebrows shot up in a questioning manner.

“No, wait, I didn’t mean that I don’t trust you with him, it’s just that he is, uh, deaf, so I don’t want to leave him on the train.” You rambled, feeling more embarrassed by the second. Mattheo’s face went back to normal, as he didn’t bother to answer you. You saw how Lorenzo and Theodore made space for you to sit next to them, to which you smiled and sat down. You saw how Mattheo lifted your cat, so they were face to face, Archimedes purring loudly.

“So, you’re deaf huh? And you have a silly name.” He muttered to your cat.

“Hey, my son doesn’t have a silly name! It’s cute.” You said defiantly, crossing your arms over your chest. This made the group chuckle and Mattheo to look past Archimedes and at you, an eyebrow raised in mock questioning.

“Damn, I didn’t know that you were a MILF, y/n.” Blaise said, a smirk on his face.

“Yeah- wait- I- no, what?” You stuttered out, completely taken aback by his comment. Mattheo let your cat back down on his lap before he whacked Blaise over the back of the head with a loud ‘smack’.

“Behave.” He muttered irritably.

“Don’t mind Blaise, his mum dropped him on his head when he was a baby.” Theodore mumbled from beside Lorenzo on the stuffy train seat that you now shared. You gave him a grateful smile as a reply before letting out a short laugh at his comment.

“Where did the name Archimedes come from anyways?” Mattheo asked nonchalantly, the question made a blush rise on your cheeks.

“Oh, my favourite film when I was little was the muggle film about king Arthur, it’s called the sword in the stone. Well, Merlin’s owl was called Archimedes in the movie, and I thought it was cute.” You explained which earned you a chuckle from the group.

“So not even like from the famous muggle guy? But like from a film?” Lorenzo said, a teasing tone in his voice. The question made you let out an embarrassed chuckle.

“Well, I was never into maths when I was little, just magic I guess, I failed maths every year I had to take it in muggle school.” You shrugged, not even thinking about the confession you just made.

“So, you’re muggleborn?” Theodore asked lightly, but the question was loaded, considering what some people, mostly Slytherins, thought about muggleborns. You felt slightly nervous due to the fact that you know whose son sat in front of you. Now you have never heard him utter as much as one bad word against muggleborns, but he did surround himself with pureblood wizards.

“Uh, yeah, that a problem?” You asked, suspicion in your voice at the question. Theodore must have realised his mistake because his eyes widened in panic.

“Wait, no, of course not, we don’t care, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean the question like that.” He apologised.

“Don’t worry, we’re not like Malfoy, we don’t care who your family is.” Lorenzo added, a gentle smile on his face. You looked at Blaise and Mattheo who nodded, a gentle expression on Mattheo’s face. It took you aback at first before a small smile broke out on your face.

“Good, because I think we will see a lot more of each other.” You said, brightness back in your voice. The boys gave you a look of confusion.

“Because Archimedes obviously likes you.” You said as a matter of fact, an answer to their questioning looks. They let out a chuckle and hummed in agreement. The boys then started talking about their summers on the ride back to school. They discussed what they did during summer and the excitement for the quidditch season to begin. At one point Blaise asked you to switch places, Lorenzo and Theodore was going to show him pictures from the national quidditch match that they went to during the summer. As you sat next to Mattheo you could feel his cologne hit your nose, he smelled rich with a hint of cigarettes and mint. Archimedes was asleep on his lap, but when you sat down your cat stretched out, so he was laying on his side and had one paw on your leg. With a small smile you massaged his paw. You heard Mattheo let out a chuckle making you look up at him. He was looking at your cat, amusement in his eyes.

“He is really something isn’t he?” He muttered as he stroked the sleek black fur on Archimedes side. His silver rings contrasting against the dark fur on your cat.

“He is the best.” You answered softly as your eyes shifted from his face to his warm brown eyes. You had never really realised how attractive he was before. But when he had this soft half smile on his face and that soft look in his eyes when he looked at Archimedes made you realise why half the female population at school have or at least have had a crush on him. His eyes snapped to yours as you were studying his face. A crease appeared between his eyebrows as he surveyed you.

“You’re not scared of me.” It wasn’t a question. His statement made you smile, because if someone asked you how you felt about Mattheo before this you would’ve said that he made you nervous at least. But now he didn’t. You shook your head at his question.

“Why, should I be?” You asked in a teasing voice. You saw a teasing smile, an actual full smile, make its way onto his face.

“I don’t think so, but then that wouldn’t go with the whole 'scary aura' I have going on.” He answered with a small chuckle. He did quotation marks around the two words most of the student body used to describe him. You could feel a grin break out on your face at his smile.

“So, he can smile.” You teased, what gave you the confidence you don’t know, maybe it was the relaxed atmosphere in his group of friends or was it just the fact that he smiled at you. It was a testament to the fact that he wasn’t always scary or serious.

“Shut up.” He muttered as he tried to supress his smile, but to no avail.

“Oh, I’m afraid I can’t do that. You’ll notice if you get to know me that I am a yapper, I yap about everything.” You beamed up at him. He let out a chuckle at that.

“Really, about everything huh?” He asked, a smirk on his face to which you let out a small laugh.

“Yeah, everything, like the fact that cats are obviously so much better than owls, and that quidditch is a weird sport and that my favourite colour is copper, that my favourite condiment is ketchup, and, oh you’re laughing at me, but I can go on all night.” You giggled as Mattheo let out a chuckle at your ramble.

“Wait, you think quidditch is weird?” He realised what you had rambled about, you nodded at his question.

“Why?” he asked, a puzzled look on his face. The two of you were so engrossed in your conversation that you stopped noticing what the others talked about, they had switched their topic to the two of you.

“What do you recon? I think he likes her.” Blaise muttered to Lorenzo who was sitting in the middle.

“She obviously likes him, look at how she is looking at him.” Lorenzo added.

“Do you think the cat knows something about this, I mean he led her to him in the first place?” Theodore asked suspiciously. At that moment Archimedes lifted his head from Mattheo’s hand, just as if he had heard him, and blinked slowly at the three boys on the seat opposite him.

“No fucking way.” Blaise said to which Lorenzo and Theodore nodded stunned.

“What’s not weird about quidditch?” You asked at the same time as the conversation between the other took place.

“What’s weird about it?” Mattheo countered.

“It’s a sport you play on broomsticks, it has no time limit, you beat balls at each other, come on Mattheo, you have to admit that that’s weird.” You gestured as you tried to get your point across.

“Oh, I think that’s perfectly normal.” He argued which made you let out a laugh.

“You’re only saying that for the arguments sake.” You said with a laugh, Mattheo let out a laugh of his own at this.

“Are we having our first argument as friends?” He asked, a teasing note in his voice.

“Hmm, I don’t know, are we friends?” You teased back. Mattheo reacted to this by placing his hand over where his heart is, in mock hurt.

“You wound me, love.” You felt a blush rise to your cheeks in record time at the nickname.

“I- uh, what?” You let out in your flustered state as your eyes shifted from his to your cat that still laid in his lap. You felt a finger poke your cheek.

“You’re cute when you blush, princess.” He said, really stressing the princess-part. You swatted his finger away, despite your flustered state.

“Oh, shut up Mattheo.” You laughed and what you didn’t see, but the three boys opposite you in the compartment noticed was the gentle smile on Mattheo’s face as he watched you laugh. It was softer than it usually was. The cold stare and frown that his face usually consisted of were replaced by a soft smile and gentle eyes. The same look he had when he saw Archimedes for the first time just hours ago. Time went by quickly on the Hogwarts express and before you knew it you found yourself on the platform moving along with the boys towards the carriages. As you walked, Archimedes in your arms once again, you tried looking for your two friends. You couldn’t see them anywhere on the platform. You felt an arm around your body as you walked, you looked to the side and found Mattheo by your side, leading you through the crowd to follow his friends.

“Come on, you can find your friends at the castle, when there isn’t that much chaos.” He muttered in your ear. You felt the blush rise to your cheeks once again, this time because of his proximity. Before you knew it you reached the carriages and you felt Mattheo’s warm hand on your back as you climbed up the small steps, Archimedes still in your arms. You felt hot, despite the cold evening air that swept around you.

“You okay y/n?” Theodore asked when he saw your face. The carriage started moving towards the castle after Mattheo had entered.

“Yeah, you look a bit red, are you cold?” Lorenzo asked, genuine concern on his face. If he only knew that you were feeling everything but cold. You dared to take a peak at Mattheo who was wearing a small smirk on his face.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” You cleared your throat and directed a grateful smile at Theodore and Lorenzo before directing a glare at Mattheo, who sent you a wink in return. The rest of the ride up to the castle consisted of the boys talking loudly with each other. Playful insults and banter were thrown around along with the occasional joke which made the atmosphere lively and fun. As the carriage came to a stop before the entrance the boys all got out. When it was your turn you saw that Mattheo was standing by the entrance, ready to help you down. You sent him a grateful smile but before you could even as much as take a step down, he had grabbed you around the waist and swiftly lifted you down to the ground leaving you speechless. You could hear how the others tried to keep in their laughter as they saw your stunned face.

“I- they- they should call you the flirty one, not Blaise!” You let out when you came back to your senses, this was the thing that made the others burst out laughing, Mattheo full on grinning at you.

“What? I’m just being friendly.” Mattheo said innocently making you roll your eyes playfully.

“Oh, shut up, darling.” You said the pet name sarcastically before you slowly started to make your way into the castle, leaving the boys outside.

“See you later, love!” Mattheo shouted after you, a grin on his face, his friends still chuckling. When you entered the castle, you let Archimedes go to do some exploring, knowing that he will always be in your bed by night. You entered the great hall and saw the usual enchanted ceiling that hovered over the four house tables. The Hufflepuff one was one of the tables in the middle, next to the Slytherin table on the left and the Ravenclaw table on the right. Right next to the Ravenclaw table was the Gryffindor table. You found your friends; they were seated in the middle of the table. You ran over to them with excitement as they stood up and embraced you in a group hug. Hannah was on the Hufflepuff quidditch team as you and Megan chose to focus more on your academics. Not that Hannah wasn’t good in school, she was brilliant, she just chose to focus more on sports. The three of you sat down and caught up with each other, about how your summers were and what subjects you were excited about. After the sorting you talked, laughed and ate with your friends, completely forgetting to fill them in on your train ride here. With your bellies full you and your friends made your way down to the Hufflepuff common room and to your dorms. You were quiet with tiredness as you got ready for bed. You were out before your head even hit the pillow, Archimedes comfortably asleep on the extra pillow on your bed by your head.

The first day back went by quickly and before you knew it you were doing your homework in the great hall with Hannah and Megan as you waited for dinner. Archimedes were sitting on the bench next to you, extremely interested in the movements of your quill. You were working on an essay for defence against the dark arts, two rolls of parchment on how to identify and protect yourself from a kelpie, a water demon who looks like a horse. While you were thinking of how to write your next paragraph you looked up from your work. Your eyes searched the room, like they seemed to do automatically since you’ve been back, until they met the copper brown eyes of Mattheo. You have found yourself looking for him in every room you entered since you met him. You sat there looking at each other for a moment. You sent him a soft smile, which he replied with one of his soft looks. You felt a blush rise to your cheek as you broke your eye contact, just after you saw the slight smirk on his face. It seemed like Archimedes noticed Mattheo too, because with a sound that sounded like a pigeon he jumped off the bench and dashed over to Mattheo and his friends. You smiled when you saw how your cat head butted Mattheo’s arm, begging for attention. You saw how Mattheo smiled and lifted your cat up on the table so he could pet him easier while he talked to his friends. Archimedes looked at you for a long while before curling up in front of Mattheo.

Over the next couple of days you noticed that whenever Mattheo was close by Archimedes would run to him, begging for attention. All while staring at you. You assumed it was because he really liked the boy, but you couldn’t lie, it hurt a little that the cat you nursed since he was a kitten chose a boy he had just met over you. It was Friday night, after dinner, you were relaxing in your dorm when your cat tried to get you to follow him, so you did. Archimedes was walking hurriedly along the corridors of the castle. He was leading you up multiple stairs, through passageways and along corridors. Soon enough you found yourself at the foot of the stairs that led up to the astronomy tower. You looked suspiciously at your cat who had started to climb the stairs.

“Archie, are you sure about this? It feels like you’re trying to trick me.” You muttered but started to walk up the stairs anyway. You followed your cat up the stairs in silence but when you neared the top Archimedes started running up the stairs.

“Archie, wait!” You shouted, as if he could hear you. When you reached the top of the stairs you stopped. There was Mattheo standing by the rail, curls windswept, looking cozy in a sweater and your cat was stroking his body along his legs. Mattheo was smoking a cigarette as he looked at your cat stunned, before shifting his eyes to you.

“How did he know I was here?” He asked you, confusion in his voice. You looked at him bewildered.

“I have no idea; he dragged me out of my dorm for this.” You said, confusion in your voice too. Mattheo beckoned you to come closer and your body moved before you could think.

“Could you hold this for me?” He asked as he stuck his cigarette out for you to hold. You took it awkwardly and held it between your index and thumb as Mattheo removed his sweatshirt. You saw how he folded up the material and placed it by the castle wall. In an instant Archimedes was lying on it, looking extremely content. You felt a soft smile form on your face when you watched how the boy cared for your cat.

“You didn’t have to do that.” You said softly as you stared at the boy in front of you. He let out a chuckle as he took his cigarette back.

“I take it that you don’t know that your cat seems to be obsessed with my sweaters, I’ve found him in my sweatshirt drawer like three times this week.” He said with a chuckle. You let out a startled laugh

“What? No, I didn’t know, I’m so sorry Mattheo, I don’t know what has gotten into him.” You said apologetically. Mattheo waved your apology away.

“Don’t worry about it, I’m quite fond of him.” He admitted.

“Yeah, I’ve noticed…” You muttered, reminded of the fact that your cat seemed to have a new favourite person. Mattheo raised an eyebrow as he took a drag of his cigarette, a silent question in the air.

“It’s just, he seems to be obsessed with you, and it hurts because I was the one who fed him with a bottle when he was a kitten.” You let out with a pout. Mattheo let out a laugh before throwing his arm over your shoulders, dragging you into him. You didn’t register what was happening as he squeezed you, sort of like a half hug, but with your face in his chest. His warmth surrounded you along with the scent of his cologne mixed with the smoke from the cigarette.

“I’m sure he loves you the most, you’re still his mum you know.” Mattheo said softly, his arm still around your shoulders, holding you close. You looked up at him with big eyes, he had a small smirk on his handsome face as he took another drag of the cigarette. Your eyes travelled down to his hand and then down his exposed arm. That’s when you noticed the goosebumps on his skin and your eyes snapped back to his.

“Is the reason why you’re holding me like this because you’re cold?” You asked suspiciously. Mattheo let out a startled chuckle.

“What, no? You looked cold, so I thought you would like a hug.” He said, his voice slightly higher than his usual smooth voice.

“Liar!” You said, a laugh escaping you as you pointed an accusing finger at him. He put out his cigarette, tossing the butt over the railing before letting both of his hands find your waist inside the zip up hoodie you were wearing while letting out a chuckle.

“I’m not! Now you seemed to enjoy this last time.” He said, his voice smooth as he looked straight in your eyes. He was obviously hinting at when he ‘helped’ you down from the carriage, you were determined to not fold this time.

“Don’t try to deflect this to me, Mattheo.” You said, a grin on your face, you saw how a smile appeared on his face too. Your hands found their place on his chest as the two of you stood there, smiling at each other. If you thought about it, it was kind of weird, you had only known each other for a week, but then again you have been classmates since first year so maybe it wasn’t that weird that you now stood here, in his embrace, staring up in his beautiful copper-like eyes.

“You know, Theo said something that sounded something along the ramblings of a mad man the other day when we found Archimedes in my room.” He said lowly, careful not to ruin the moment.

“What did he say?” You breathed out.

“He said that your cat was trying to get us together.” He mumbled, his eyes flicking from your eyes to your lips briefly. Your breath got caught in your throat for a moment, before his eyes met yours again.

“You’re right, he did sound like a mad man.” You mumbled back, your own eyes wandering his beautiful face. Because if you had to describe him with one word it had to be beautiful. Your eyes wandered from his eyes to the scar on his nose, to his pink lips, to his jaw, back to his eyes, paying extra attention to the scar that ran across his eyebrow. You felt breathless as the wind carried his cologne to your nose, the smell of cigarettes intensified from the one he just had. You felt how his hand traced shapes on your back, right over the fabric of your sleepshirt and you thought your brain stopped working for a moment.

“Theo didn’t sound like a mad man, Theo was right.” The voice of none other than Theodore broke the spell between the two of you, both of you jumped back, as if you were burned, “Please tell me that you guys saw that?” Theo asked Lorenzo and Blaise who was standing beside him at the top of the stairs.

“Yep.” Lorenzo said.

“Clear as day.” Blaise added before looking around, “And look, Archimedes is here, what a coincidence.” He added sarcastically.

“You guys sound very paranoid; he is just a normal cat.” You said with a laugh, after you had collected yourself from what ever had been going on with you and Mattheo. You leaned against the cold railing on the astronomy tower.

“You don’t think it’s a little weird how obsessed he is with Mattheo?” Lorenzo asked, an eyebrow raised.

“Hey, what do I know, maybe he likes his energy, or I don’t know, his cologne maybe, it is good by the way,” you added, nodding to Mattheo who chuckled, “or he is just a weird cat who makes weird decisions.” You shrugged. The three boys looked at you for a moment in silence.

“Nah!” They all let out making you giggle.

“So, you would rather believe that he is some magical matchmaker?” You asked, disbelief mixed with amusement laced your voice. You heard Mattheo chuckle from beside you. The response consisted of various agreeing mumbles.

“So, what were you two doing before we came here?” Blaise asked while wiggling his eyebrows at the two of you. You felt a blush rise to your cheeks in embarrassment, because what were you doing? What would’ve happened if you weren’t interrupted? The thoughts made your blush intensify.

“I- we- we were, uh… oh look at the time, I got to get to bed, we have class tomorrow.” You rambled while going to pick up Archimedes and get out of there, the embarrassment filling you up. You heard chuckles and when you turned to walk away you came face to chest with Mattheo.

“Now where are you going, princess?” He asked, a teasing smirk on his face.

“Uh, to bed?” It came out like a question more than an answer.

“I bet Mattheo would die to join her.” You heard Blaise mutter to the others who burst out in quiet laughter. If Mattheo heard him, he didn’t let on. You bit your lower lip, as an attempt to stifle the embarrassment but also the giddiness you were feeling.

“Darling, it’s Friday, we don’t have class tomorrow.” He said slowly, his smirk growing into a whole grin when he saw that it dawned on you. You heard the others chuckling loudly at you, making you send a glare at them. They stopped laughing as they put their hands up in mock surrender. You nodded at Mattheo and put Archimedes down on Mattheo’s sweatshirt again. You ended up staying with them for a while, after the embarrassment subdued. You noticed that if you weren’t counting Mattheo, you had the most in common with Theo. Despite him thinking that your cat was some magical match maker. They were all really funny and you were really grateful for being able to see this side of them. You and Theo would gang up on Mattheo, poking fun at him through the night, Enzo and Blaise joining in from time to time. After a couple of hours, you started to feel tired, Archimedes had moved from the spot in Mattheo’s sweater to your lap, making you feel loved by your cat again. Mattheo bumped your shoulder when you stifled your like 10th yawn for the evening. You looked at him with a small smile before looking around at the others.

“I’m sorry boys, I’m too tired,” you yawned, “I’m going to bed.” You said with a sleepy smile on your face. They nodded understandingly. You stood up, Archimedes was asleep in your arms, like usual. The boys all said their various ‘good nights’ to you, but Mattheo rose to his feet and followed you to the stairs. You stopped at the top of the stairs.

“You don’t have to walk me back, I’ll manage.” You smiled at the boy before you as you placed what you thought to be a grateful hand on his arm. Mattheo looked like he wanted to say something, balling his hand into a fist before releasing it again and again. You furrowed your eyebrows in concern.

“Are you okay, Mattheo?” You asked gently. He let out a breath before looking you directly in the eye.

“Yeah,” he let out another breath, “just get back safe, okay?” He said before letting his hand brush a strand of hair behind your ear. His hand rested on the side of you neck before he leaned in and placed a soft kiss on your forehead, right by your hairline. You think your brain stopped working and your heart went into overdrive. You stared at him with wide eyes, a blush dusting your cheeks from his actions. He was watching you intently for any sign of discomfort. His large, warm hand, calloused from quidditch, was still resting on the side of your neck. He could no doubt feel your rapid pulse. You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding when you finally came to it. You gave him a small smile.

“Yeah, good night.” You let out softly, the smile still on your face. You noticed that a similar smile made its way onto his face as well as he muttered a ‘good night’ back before you started to descend the stairs and make your way back to your dorm. You fell asleep thinking of him, Archimedes sleeping soundly on the pillow next to you. Over the next couple of weeks you realised that the feelings you had for Mattheo weren’t exactly as platonic as you thought they were in the beginning. You had started to hang out with the notorious boys more. You realised that you had developed a crush on the boy one night when the two of you were hanging out in the astronomy tower. The others hadn’t shown up yet, Archimedes were sleeping on the extra sweater Mattheo had brought for him, and you were sitting next to each other, shoulders touching, as he smoked his cigarette. You were joking about Cormac McLaggen, the older Gryffindor had a pompous air about him which the two of you found hilarious.

“And he thinks he’s so much better than everyone, god, I hate him.” Mattheo laughed to which you were laughing along.

“Also, that he totally turns into a douche if you reject him.” You gossiped.

“Really?” Mattheo asked in disbelief.

“Yeah, he asked my friend Megan out last year, she very politely declined, and he called her a bitch and stormed off.” You explained. You saw how Mattheo looked at you with a look between disbelief and irritation.

“He is such a tool, I wish I had a reason to kick his ass.” Mattheo muttered irritably. You let out a chuckle and turned your body fully to him, grabbing his face between your hands, slightly squishing it. His face made you let out a giggle.

“Hey, no need to fight him when you’re already better than him.” You giggled before letting go of his face. You saw a small smile on his face before he took another drag of his cigarette. This was the moment you realised, you liked him more than a friend. Little did you know that about a week after this Mattheo had gotten a reason to kick Cormac’s ass. You were walking with Hannah and Megan to lunch, it was a Friday, now early November. The castle was chilly, and the grounds wet from all the rain. Hufflepuff had beaten Ravenclaw in the first quidditch match a couple of weeks ago. Archimedes had found you while you were walking, and you had scoped your cat up in your arms. When you rounded a corner and into another corridor Cormac stopped you.

“Hi, y/n, do you have a second?” He had asked.

“Yeah,” you turned to your friends, “I’ll see you guys in lunch.” You told them, you assumed he wanted help with herbology, since you had a particular knack for the subject. You turned to Cormac with a smile but before you could say anything Archimedes leapt out of your arms and dashed around the corner you just came from.

“How can I help you, Cormac?” You asked kindly, even if you’d just made fun of him with Mattheo some time ago. He stepped closer to you, closer than comfortable. His strong, overpowering cologne hit your nose, almost making you sneeze.

“What do you say, how about a date? I can take you to Hogsmeade before taking you back to my dorm.” He wiggled his eyebrows. You tried your best not to make a face at his sleazy attempt at asking you out on a date.

“No, I’m sorry Cormac-”

“Come on, it will be worth your while, I’ve heard I’m a very good date.” He pressed on, stepping even closer to you, making your take a step back.

“She said no.” The voice of Mattheo startled you. He was staring Cormac down, his look dangerous. By his feet was no other than Archimedes. You scoped you cat up agian as you shifted your attention back to the tense situation before you. Mattheo looked scary, almost dangerous like this. His fist clenched, his eyes focused on Cormac, like he was some prey, he was clenching and unclenching his jaw.

“Look man,” Cormac lightly clapped Mattheo on his arm before continuing, “this has nothing to do with you, so how about you move along, huh?” what a brave man, you thought because Mattheo’s whole face darkened at this.

“What’s so hard to understand about the word ‘no’?” Mattheo asked, his voice cold and hard. You heard footsteps round the corner and cast a quick look behind you. It was Blaise, Theo and Enzo. It made you feel a bit better. You gently placed a hand on Mattheo’s arm, trying to diffuse the tense situation.

“Come on, Mattheo, let’s just go.” You said softly before turning to Cormac, “I’m sorry, but I’m not interested.” You said with the kindest voice you could muster. Then you heard it, it made your blood run cold. Cormac had muttered something under his breath right before straightening up. Mattheo heard it too.

“What did you say?” He asked, anger clear in his voice. Cormac, who wasn’t known for his superior intellect, repeated what he said, louder this time.

“Whatever, who wants a mudblood anyways.” He said, a smug smirk on his face. You felt tears prickle in the corner of your eyes. You hadn’t been called that in a long time. You felt a hand grab your arm, pulling you away from Mattheo, it was Theo. Tears were slipping down your cheeks silently. He rubbed your back in a comforting manner.

“You’re okay, come here, I’m sure Mattheo don’t want you to see this.” He said gently while leading you around the corner and placed himself in your way. The last thing you had seen was how Mattheo had frozen, presumably in anger. Then you heard a thud and a sickening crack. Someone had punched someone. Your eyes widened in panic as you looked up at Theo. Archimedes tried stroking your hand with his head to give you some comfort. Theo looked out from behind the corner.

“Don’t worry y/n, Mattheo is fine, he usually is.” Theo said, reassuringly while you could hear thuds and grunts repeatedly. You felt sick to your stomach with worry, and you tried to comfort yourself by hugging Archimedes closer, he made his usual pigeon sound before he headbutted your face in affection, also effectively drying your tears in the process. Theo let out a small chuckle.

“Will you believe me now that he is some magical match maker? He came and found us and led us here.” You knew Theo just tried to get your mind of the fight that was happening on the other side of the wall, but you let him.

“He did?” You asked softly as you looked into the yellow eyes of your cat.

“Yeah, he sounded panicked as well, I’ve never heard him meow so loud before.” Theo said also looking at your cat. Before you could talk further about the subject the thuds and groans had stopped and Mattheo came around the corner, a frantic look in his eyes. Your eyes searched his frame for injuries, a small cut on his lip and one larger on his eyebrow. He grabbed your face gently, his knuckles bloody and bruised.

“Are you okay, love? Did he hurt you?” He asked, worry evident in his voice. You saw in the corner of your eye how Theo slowly backed away and went around the corner, presumably joining Enzo and Blaise to give you some privacy. You looked at Mattheo a small frown on your face.

“You’re hurt.” You said softly to which Mattheo let out a huff like chuckle.

“That’s not what I asked, darling, are you hurt?” He asked, his voice gentle, but stressing the ‘you’. You shook your head as an answer to his question.

“But you are.” You said, stubbornly, “and is Cormac…” You trailed off.

“I’m fine and he is fine, well, bruised, but fine I guess.” He said, finally giving in. You let out a breath of relief.

“Let’s clean you up.” You said softly before dragging him into the girl’s bathroom that was just down the corridor.

“You know this is the girl’s bathroom, right?” He said suspiciously as you wetted some paper to clean up his cuts.

“Yeah, and I’m a girl.” You said as if it was obvious. Archimedes, who you had let down to wet the paper was sitting and watching the two of you on one of the sinks. Mattheo let out a chuckle. You gently dabbed at the cut in his eyebrow. Your other hand was resting on his shoulder. You felt his hands rest on your waist, just like that time in the astronomy tower. Your eyes looked over his face as you cleaned his cut.

“That was a very stupid thing to do, Mattheo.” You mumbled softly, you felt how he let out a huff like chuckle again, the sound echoing on the tiled walls of the bathroom.

“No one will ever get away with calling you shit like that. Now he and everyone else know that you’re off limits.” He muttered, some anger still left in his voice. You stopped what you were doing and looked, really looked, at him. His jaw was still tense, those copper-brown eyes that you liked so much still had shadows in them. You put down the damp paper on the edge of the sink before gently cupping his face in your hands.

“Hey, I’m fine, you’re fine, mostly. Thank you, for what you did, I just don’t like seeing you hurt.” You said softly, your thumbs gently stroking his cheekbones. His eyes immediately softened as they met yours. His hands squeezed your waist in an affectionate manner, the butterflies in your stomach running wild. He was looking at you intently, his Bambi eyes scanning your face, quickly stopping at your lips before returning to your eyes.

“To be honest I saw red the moment I saw him so close to you but when he said that,” He paused, closing his eyes as if he was remembering something painful, “I wanted to rip him apart. I don’t think I have a right to say you’re off limits to others, you’re not even mine, but I couldn’t stop myself from threaten him to stay away.” You had no idea where his honesty came from, but his admission made a gentle smile appear on your face.

“What?” He asked, when he saw your smile. You felt brave enough to snake your hands around his neck as you stood on the tips of your toes.

“But I am yours Mattheo, I’ve been for a while.” You mumbled lowly your own eyes flickering to his pink lips, the bottom one having a cut from the fight that had just happened.

“What?” He breathed out, his hands squeezing your waist once again as he simultaneously pulled you closer, so that you were flush against him. You nodded, a big smile on your face.

“Fuck, princess, you can’t just say shit like that and not expect me to kiss you.” He muttered, his face now considerably closer. You could feel his warm breath on your skin, you could count each individual eye-lash on his eyes from how close you were.

“Maybe I want you to.” You muttered before you closed the gap between the two of you. He kissed you back immediately. The kiss was slow and passionate and tasted slightly like iron as your hands gently raked through his hair. His hands ran over your back and waist, exploring every curve before finding their place low on your hips. His lips were soft and gentle as he tried to convey every feeling he had towards you through the kiss. You gently pulled on his hair, earing a groan from him, making you smile into the kiss. Finally, you had to break apart for air, but your faces stayed close.

“Does this mean I get to threaten people to stay away from you?” You asked teasingly, once you caught your breath from the kiss. Mattheo let out a chuckle before nodding. But before either of you could say or do anything else, the familiar sound of Archimedes could be heard. He walked over to you and headbutted both of you in affection. You let out a chuckle.

“You know what, I recon Theo was right about him.” Mattheo said with a chuckle before kissing you again.

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foxtrology · 3 days ago

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prompt 26 for the harry castillo series please thank you!

dad! harry castillo

prompt 26: harry and reader take adella to her first movie. she gets scared and climbs into his lap. he watches her more than the film.

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The first thing he did wrong was say yes to popcorn for dinner.

Not that he regretted it—Adella’s face had lit up like Christmas morning when he handed her the jumbo bucket, bigger than her head, smothered in that neon yellow movie theater butter she wasn’t usually allowed to have. But Harry Castillo, titan of finance and unflinching negotiator, was now a man outnumbered by five-year-old whims and sticky hands.

He missed his wife.

Not in a helpless way. He was capable, organized, had packed Adella’s extra sweater and two juice boxes and even remembered the little hair clip she refused to leave home without. But that didn’t mean he didn’t feel the absence of her like a missing part of his body. She’d only been in Spain for four days with Maya, and already the house felt off-balance. Adella felt it too.

The first night, she didn’t say much. Just curled up in his lap during story time and fell asleep without asking for another book. The second night, she asked when Mommy was coming home. He had answered gently, carefully. "Three more sleeps." The third night, she cried.

He'd rocked her until she stopped.

Tonight was sleep number four. And Harry had decided—rather boldly—that they needed an adventure.

So they went to the movies.

Her first one.

He’d picked a tame animated feature. Something about a brave owl and his forest friends saving their tree from being chopped down. The trailer had looked harmless. Wholesome. So naturally, fifteen minutes in, the music turned dark and a thunderstorm rolled across the screen with booming surround sound and a villainous badger with glowing red eyes leapt out of a bush.

Adella froze.

Her tiny fingers paused mid-chew.

Harry looked down at her immediately.

She stared at the screen, wide-eyed, popcorn bucket forgotten in her lap, shoulders slowly rising toward her ears.

And then, without a single word, she climbed out of her seat and into his lap.

He didn’t say anything.

Just adjusted, cradled her instinctively, pulled her against his chest like he’d done a thousand times when she was smaller. His hand covered nearly the whole of her back. Her head tucked under his chin, curls tickling his jaw. Her arms wrapped around him like he was the only thing anchoring her to safety.

She didn’t cry. She didn’t make a sound.

But he could feel her pulse racing through the skin of her cheek pressed to his collarbone.

He held her tighter.

“It’s just pretend,” he murmured, voice low, calm, barely above the hum of the surround sound. “Just some silly badger. You’re okay.”

Her grip didn’t loosen.

So he leaned back further in the recliner, maneuvered the blanket he’d brought from home over her legs, and kissed the top of her head.

And then—for the rest of the movie—he didn’t look at the screen again.

He watched her.

Watched the way her eyes stayed shut even when the scary part passed. The way she kept one fist in the fabric of his sweater, like she needed to hold on. The way she relaxed—slowly, gradually—as the music lightened and the owl made jokes and the forest turned sunny again.

He smoothed her curls back with one hand. Brushed his thumb over the shell of her ear. And felt that same ache he always did when she was like this—vulnerable, brave, small.

He thought of her mother.

He thought of how proud she’d be, seeing Adella crawl into his lap like that. Knowing her daughter trusted him that deeply. Knew him that well.

And he thought of how badly he wanted to call her.

Not just to check in. But to hear her voice. To tell her, “She climbed into my lap.” To whisper, “You should’ve seen her, baby. You should’ve seen how brave she was, how soft she still is.”

But he didn’t.

Because she was with Maya, probably asleep, probably full of wine and sunlight and well-earned rest. He wanted that for her. He wanted the world for her.

But goddamn, he missed her.

The movie ended. The lights came up gently. Adella blinked awake against him, sleepier than she’d admit.

He carried her out.

Didn’t even bother trying to coax her to walk. Just shifted her weight in his arms like second nature, her little fingers curling into the fabric of his sweater.

“Did the owl win?” she murmured against his chest.

Harry smiled, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Of course. Owls always win.”

She yawned. “Even when they’re scared?”

“Especially then.”

The drive home was quiet. She fell asleep in the backseat halfway through the second song on his playlist, her head tilted, her Spider-Man socks kicked off at some point. He parked the car in the driveway, stared at the porch light she always left on for him when she was home.

The silence was louder with her gone.

Inside, he carried Adella upstairs. Changed her into pajamas. Brushed the tangles out of her hair like she taught him, section by section, even though he kept getting the clips wrong. She didn’t wake.

Downstairs, he poured himself a drink. Left it untouched on the counter. Picked up his phone.

Stared at her contact.

You: Spain is stupid pretty. Maya says hi. Are you surviving?

Him: Barely. Your kid climbed into my lap at the movies tonight.

You: She got scared?

Him: Yeah. I didn’t even care about the film. I just watched her breathe.

Three dots.

Then...

You: That’s because you’re the best man I’ve ever known.

Him: Come home, baby.

You: Tomorrow. Afternoon.

Him: I’ll pick you up. Just wear that scarf I like. And nothing else.

You: Harry.

Him: Kidding.

You: You are absolutely not kidding.

Him: No. I’m not.

He went upstairs an hour later.

Checked on Adella. Tucked the blanket up to her chin. Stared at her for a long, long time.

Then he slipped into bed.

Her side still smelled like her shampoo.

He curled his hand around her pillow and closed his eyes.

And for the first time in four nights, he slept.

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lieslab · 2 months ago

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Don't be afraid of me

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Pairing: og8 X gn reader

Summary: Your ex refuses to let you go without putting up a fight and terrorizing you.

Genre: 9th member AU

Word Count: 5k

Trigger warning: Stalking, paranoia, and an unhealthy/obsessive ex.

A/N: Requestee, your request was vague. You never came back to clarify exactly what you wanted, so I wrote it as a 9th member AU and made sure the reader interacts with every single person. This is up far later than usual because I kept freaking myself out slightly aha whoops🫠 (stalkers are so scary, please call the cops if you have a freak on the loose near you)

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It was a love pulled from the movies. Every kiss felt right. Hands touched, they pulled, and the body craved more. Magnetic forces aligned and everything remained right, until it all crumbled. A love story turned into a real life horror movie.

The moment things became too much, you put a stop to it. Your lover’s little moments of love became obsessive. Too clingy, too much, too suffocating. You couldn’t breathe. The moment you dumped them, you thought it’d lead to bigger and better things.

You shut the door to that chapter of your life, but you forgot to lock the window.

~ ~ ~

You sat in the cafe across from the JYP building drinking your favorite drink. You were released for lunch twenty-five minutes ago. Instead of heading down to the canteen, you walked across the street, down the block, and into the opening arms of fresh pastries.

Sweetened dough, french vanilla coffee, and pastries formed with love. Tea bags filled with dried herbs to soothe the soul. Enough espresso to awaken the dead, the hustle and bustle of an afternoon rush, and you. You in the wooden chair, scrolling on your phone with one hand, and sipping your preferred beverage with another.

Minutes rolled by and you scrolled. Glancing at local news, the front pages of social media, and you responded to two unread text messages. You stood up, about to head back to the company building when your phone vibrated with a new message from an unknown number.

I see you :)

The moment you read the message, fear spiraled down your spine. You slowly tipped your head up and glanced at the customers around you. None of them seemed out of place. A mother trying to console two young kids in the line with a few elderly folks behind her.

Notebooks sat scattered all over one table. A college kid with headphones in, he typed frantically at his laptop, probably writing an essay. Further in the back, two friends sat laughing. One gestured to the other’s face where a coffee mustache sat. They laughed and wiped it off with a napkin.

Another table housed a middle aged man with a book. In front of him, a half-eaten croissant sat on a piece of parchment paper. Salt and peppered hair, wrinkles creased in the center of his forehead, and golden-rimmed glasses on the perch of his nose. His eyes scanned the words, but he didn’t glance in your direction.

You didn’t have to ask. Your eyes shifted outside, but nobody seemed to be around. Another two people came through the glass door. A bell jingled, but nobody else followed. Wrapped up in their own conversation, they didn’t look at you, either.

You already knew who the message came from. When you left, they vowed you’d regret it. They couldn’t bear to be without you. A life without you would be a fate worse than hell. You thought you were bettering yourself by leaving, but the floodgates opened. Demons don’t play by the rules and neither does the primal madness sitting locked inside some humans.

You opened up Pandora’s box and you weren’t sure how to shut it.

~ ~ ~

A few days later, you tried to forget about it, but the paranoia grew. It ballooned in your stomach and eyes felt like they were everywhere. Even walking the halls in your familiar company building, you didn’t feel alone. As if someone lurked around the corner, an invisible being breathed down the back of your neck.

You couldn’t prove it, but you could feel it. They tip toed behind you, moving closer and closer, until you whipped around. They disappeared, morphing into the shadows and slipping just out of sight. That single text kept you on edge.

You were headed towards the dance practice room when Chan jokingly nudged your shoulder. You shrieked and nearly jumped ten feet in the air. Jerking around with wide eyes, your fists flew up to defend yourself.

“Woah, it’s just me! Don’t deck me, mate!” He held up his hands innocently and grinned. “I didn’t know you were that out of it.”

“What the hell, Chan?” You snapped angrily. “Oh my god, you practically scared the shit out of me!”

“Sorry. What’s got you so worked up? Did you watch another horror movie last night? Let me guess. Was it the one with that smiling demon? Hereditary? A classic like Nightmare on Elm Street?”

Your head shook and you sighed. “No, I didn’t watch anything. It wasn’t like that.”

“Right,” he teased. He leaned over, letting his hand run through your hair. “Come on, let’s get into the dance practice room. The rest of the guys are waiting for us.”

You let him wrap an arm around your shoulders, but not before looking back behind you to make sure the two of you were alone.

~ ~ ~

Hello, baby. I miss you. I’ll be waiting for you when you get home :)

A batch of your favorite flowers sat beside Han and Changbin with the attached note. You came in to record your parts of a song. You weren’t expecting the flowers, let alone the note. The fear crept back up again.

“These are pretty flowers, but I thought you dumped your-”

“I did,” you cut Han off. “I did. Is this a joke?” You narrowed your eyes at him and then Changbin. “Because if this is a joke, it’s not fucking funny.”

Changbin glanced over from the director’s seat. “Woah, easy there. Why would this be a joke? The receptionist just sent up one of the assistants with them a few minutes ago. He said they were given to the receptionist and they were specifically for you.”

“From who?”

“From the flower guy. He was given to them by-”

“Shut up!” You snapped again. Tears filled your eyes and you blinked rapidly. You grabbed the flowers, walked over to the trash can and shoved them in the bag without another word.

“What was that for?” Han asked.

“Because ever since I broke up with that asshole, weird things have been happening and it’s freaking me the fuck out. The other day, I got a text message from them and now these flowers and I-”

“What text message?”

“I deleted it, but it said ‘I see you’ and it had a smiley face. I got it alone when I was at the cafe having lunch. It freaked me out and now these stupid flowers are appearing with a similar face.”

Han and Changbin shared a look. An unsettling feeling fell over the room. Changbin spun around in his chair and faced you. “Listen, if this is something that’s escalating, we should call the cops.”

“No,” you shook your head, “it’ll make it worse. I just hope they’re done fucking with me. I left them because they’re shitty. I’m done with it. I’m done with all of it and I don’t want to talk about it anymore.”

You wiped your eyes, sucked in a deep breath, and tried to focus on the work before you. You held your head high and walked towards the empty recording booth. “Let’s just get started and forget about all of it.”

Han and Changbin wanted to say more, but they didn’t want to cause more distress, so they stayed silent.

~ ~ ~

On the way home, you laughed in the back of Changbin’s car. He sang along to the radio in a high-pitched voice. Beside him, Hyunjin fist-pumped the air to the beat. Their voices collided, leading you into a further fit of giggles.

The pair were supposed to drop you off at your own apartment. You were on your own until the weekend. The guys promised to help you move back into Hyunjin and Changbin’s dorm when they all had free time. You had been shuffling between living with your significant other and your own place for a few months, at least until things fell apart.

Changbin’s worries from earlier still lingered. They lingered so much, he insisted he needed to be the person to drive you home. He tried not to scare you as he stepped into your path earlier. Without much of a word, he hauled you over his shoulder with a fit of giggles. He’d do anything to distract you from the flower basket.

As he pulled into your driveway and the song cut to advertisements, Hyunjin turned off the radio. You shifted in your seat, reaching down to grab your bag when he called your name. “Hey, did you leave your apartment unlocked this morning?”

“No,” your head popped up, “why?” Your question was answered when you looked up at your front door. The wooden door sat wide open, silently beckoning you inside. Your face fell and the excitement to get home and comfortable melted away. “Changbin?” You weakly uttered.

“I know.”

“What?” Hyunjin looked between the two of you. “What is it? Why do both of you look like you’ve seen a ghost?”

You cracked, forcing yourself to explain the situation to Hyunjin. The moment you finished, he reached out for his cell phone. “We need to call the cops.”

“Save it,” Changbin uttered. He jerked off his seatbelt and shoved open his door. “Get the authorities on speed dial and you might want to get an ambulance when I’m finished with them.”

He slammed the car door shut. You scrambled out of the car and Hyunjin followed. “Changbin, wait!” You cried out. As he climbed the steps, you followed. “Hyunjin is right. We should just call the cops and wait, so they can-”

He made it a handful of steps into your apartment when he stopped. “Hyunjin, call the goddamn cops.”

You peered around the corner of the door and your eyes widened. Your items were strewn everywhere. Couch cushions left the couch. Something heavy had shattered the TV screen. The glass coffee table laid in thousands of glass shards.

You tried to push past him, but Changbin’s arm shot out, stopping you. “Stay here until I clear things.” He stepped forward, heading deeper into the apartment.

As Hyunjin rang the authorities, his eyes ran along the door frame. He expected to find signs of breaking and entering, but the door frame didn’t contain cracking. The door knob was perfectly intact, as if someone slipped in the key and walked in like they owned the place.

You followed behind Changbin, in too much shock to stop yourself. In the kitchen, glasses and plates sat shattered on the floor. Your refrigerator door hung wide open and the fridge alarm beeped, signaling your fridge had been open for too long.

Empty condiment bottles littered parts of the floor. The acidic scent of ketchup made your stomach churn. Bright yellow mustard oozed down the fridge. Globs of mayo speckled open cabinets.

Fresh kimich squashed beneath Changbin’s feet. He cursed and stepped back. What you planned on having as a dinner side sat ruined. Everything was ruined. In the bedroom, your clothes had been tossed from the dresser. Your bed had been stripped from the usual comforter set.

Posters ripped to shreds. Jewelry littered the bathroom. The scent of your shampoo and conditioner soaked the tub. Your favorite book sat in the toilet. Everything was all wrong.

Noticing your closed closet, Changbin ripped open the door fuming. You flinched and tensed up, but nothing was there. All the boxes and items had been tugged out. Changbin flicked on the light and you screamed at the top of your lungs.

The only thing waiting for you was that sinister goddamn smiley face spray painted and covering the back of the closet wall.

~ ~ ~

You explained the situation to the cops a week ago. The unknown number. The flowers. The smiley faces. The paranoia. All of it. The messy breakup and the threats made to you when you left. They were so sure you’d come crawling back.

The cops dubbed it a crime of passion. Whoever trashed your apartment, it was a personal vendetta. Nothing was stolen, but everything was destroyed. When they cleared the scene, you tried to go back for your clothes, but they’d been cut.

Someone spent so long going through every clothing item you owned and they cut it in two. Over and over and over and over again. They cut and cut and cut and cut, with your own fucking scissors. The cops found them beneath a stack of clothes and took them in for fingerprinting.

Your ex became a person of interest, but they couldn’t find them. Hunkered down in Hyunjin and Changbin’s dorm, you grew more and more terrified as the days passed by. Little things made you jump. You no longer felt safe.

In fact, the paranoia grew worse. Even at work, it lingered. Singing and dancing used to bring you happiness, but now you dreaded going out. You performed once at an award’s show and the moment it was over, you fell apart backstage. Tearing up and shaking, you couldn’t stop. They could be in the crowd watching your every move.

Wondering.

Waiting.

Observing.

Planning.

Changbin and Hyunjin weren’t safe. The rest of the guys weren’t safe. Nobody was safe and if anyone ended up hurt because of your obsessive ex, you’d never forgive yourself. You used to think you were brave for getting through your trainee years and debuting, but this broke you.

Your sleep grew less and the restlessness grew more. The group worried about you. Changbin and Hyunjin would awaken and find you sitting at the kitchen table sipping coffee. You were tense with purple bags under your eyes. On the defense, you’d never be caught off guard again.

You’d do whatever you could to keep yourself and the guys safe. You looked out for your group. You looked out for your fans. As the paranoia grew, your ex didn’t have to do anything else.

Too petrified of all the what-ifs, you brought yourself to your knees.

~ ~ ~

There was nothing to move on the weekend. Nothing in your apartment was salvageable. You and the guys entered with trash bags. Not once did you feel safe. You worked in silence, tossing all of your old clothes into a trash bag.

In the opposite room, Han and Felix whispered to one another. “I’m worried,” Felix uttered softly. “They’re barely sleeping. I haven’t seen them eat anything since Thursday. Even then, it was only a single banana. This is destroying them.”

“The cops are still looking for their ex. They have to find them. They’re going to find them.” Han carefully placed another shard of glass into the black bag. “They have to find them. This can’t keep happening. Things will go back to normal, I believe it.”

“This just sucks. They didn’t do anything to deserve all this.” Felix glanced around your destroyed living room with a frown. You hadn’t once spoken about your things since the home invasion occurred.

In your room, it took nearly an hour for you, Jeongin, and Chan to clean up all of your items. Jeongin offered you some of the necklaces and rings, pointing out that they were still okay, but you refused. You didn’t want anything your ex touched. Everything tarnished with their touch.

The person you once knew, they were dead. They died in the breakup. Something monstrous woke up and took over. You didn’t understand why it happened, or what it did. There were signs in your relationship before you left.

They begged you to leave your group. Insisting and pleading, you could live with them and they’d provide for you. You objected, reminding them it made you happy and you couldn’t, even if you wanted to. You were in a contract and you couldn’t break it without legal trouble following you.

They scowled when it happened. Shooting you a glare, mumbling curse words, and slamming their empty plastic cup down on the table. You should have known they weren’t normal. Something was off, but you didn’t understand it then. You thought they were upset over something silly. You didn’t think they were showing you their real form.

Beneath the soft kisses and the need for intimacy, something dark hid beneath their skin suit. With each item you shoved in a trash bag, you were reminded of it. Your fingers shook, but you endured because you always did. If you could endure this, you could endure anything.

~ ~ ~

You dubbed them dickhead one and dickhead two. Seungmin and Minho stood guard with similar crossed arms and narrowed eyes. Felix sat down on the floor beside his bed with his Nintendo Switch.

“You’re being assholes!” You complained. Sitting on the edge of Felix’s bed, your arms sat over your chest. You glared at the floor. You knew they meant well, but you were too stubborn to admit it.

“And you’re being a little bitch,” Seungmin countered. “You’re lucky Felix is being nice enough to offer you his bed. Get in it, get under the covers, and go to sleep.

“Jesus Christ, do you two kiss your mothers with those foul mouths?” Felix mumbled. His thumbs moved as he moved his character around his Animal Crossing island.

“Yongbok, sit there and stay out of it.”

“Hey,” Minho countered, “don’t talk to him like that. You either put your ass in that bed, or I’m going to invent chloroform and knock you out with it.”

You glared at him.

“Keep it up and I’ll hogtie you while I’m at it.”

“Asshole.”

“Cuntdracula, get beneath the covers and go to sleep, or so help me I-” Seungmin never finished his sentence.

Felix’s bedroom door flung open and you glanced up. Han strolled in and smiled when he saw you. “I heard someone couldn’t sleep very well.”

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

Seungmin rolled his eyes and jerked open the door. “Thank god. I’m clocking out and I’ll be in the living room if anyone needs me. Actually, I take it back. I’m going into the kitchen and finding a drink. This is fucking exhausting.”

“I know you don’t want to talk about it.” Han dropped beside you on the bed. He leaned over, placing his head on your shoulder. “We’re all worried about you. You’re practically sleep-walking as you speak. You can’t keep this up, you’ll collapse.”

“But I’m afraid,” you weakly admitted. You blinked rapidly, trying not to cry. “I’m afraid if I’ll go to sleep something will-”

“Nuh-uh. That’s not happening. Yongbok is going to kick your ex’s ass. Before they get to him, they gotta go through me and my airfryer,” Minho reminded you. I’ll stick a feral ferret and wild boar on their ass.”

“Boar?” Felix glanced up from the floor. “Do you mean Changbin?”

“Have you ever seen Changbin when he’s mad? Dwaekki after dark is a boar.” Minho shuddered and shook his head. “That’s the stuff of nightmares. We’ll hold down the fort, you just focus on getting some sleep and letting us handle it for now. I’m going to go wrangle the puppy.”

He left you alone, leaving you with Felix and Han. Han wrapped an arm around your body. “Please try to get some sleep. We can tackle this again when you wake up.”

“Yeah.” Felix got up and crawled onto your opposite side. “I’ll bash their head in with my Nintendo Switch. Bet they wouldn’t see that coming, would they?”

“You’re not that scary, Lix.”

“Clearly, someone hasn’t seen me when I lose a game I play passionately.” He huffed, leaned over, and laid across you and Han. “Maybe I should ask Innie to join us. Would it make you feel better if we all puppy-piled?”

“Maybe a little,” you finally admitted.

“Say no more. Han, take over and watch my house. Chan is on my island and my house is in danger. He’s been threatening to take my stuff.”

Han raised an eyebrow. “When did Chan get into Animal Crossing?”

“Right after I threatened to open his window on the plane and let it vacuum him into the sky. I was bored and didn’t want to play alone.”

He texted on his phone, as if his words were the most normal thing in the world.

~ ~ ~

The thirteen hours of sleep finally left you feeling somewhat refreshed. You were still paranoid and worried, but you felt better. You entered the JYP building with the guys and scattered in different directions. With Minho and Chan, you ventured into the dance practice room, so you could try and learn the dance moves you kept messing up.

The rest of the guys did their own things. For nearly an hour, you worked tirelessly. When you paused to take a break, you sucked in a deep breath and headed to the door. “I’m going to go find a drink. I’ll be right back.”

“You didn’t bring one?” Chan called after you.

“Nah, I forgot it because I was in a hurry this morning.”

Minho laughed at you and pointed, making sure to make a mockery of your actions. You rolled your eyes, flipped him off, and headed out to go find a drink. On your way down the hall, you paused when your manager called your name and waved you down.

“Felix is on his way back from one of the cafes with drinks. He wants to know if you can head downstairs and meet him outside. Apparently, he’s almost dropping the drinks. I’d go help him, but I’ve got a meeting with the uppers.”

A brief lapse of fear ran through you, but you pushed it aside, forcing yourself to smile. “Yeah, I’ll head down there now. Thanks for letting me know.” You found it strange that Felix didn’t call, but you didn’t have your phone with you. It was tucked in your bag in the dance practice room.

You headed in the direction of the stairs, trying to be mindful of all the trainees, idols, and spare employees. In the lobby, you walked through the tile floors, trying to ignore the dreading feeling building in your stomach. You told yourself the anxiety was pointless.

Your ex wasn’t in the area. Surely, they knew you’d put the pieces together. They’d know you knew it was them and they’d go far away, never bothering you again, right? At least, that’s what you wanted to happen.

At the set of glass doors, you pushed them open and headed outside. In the early hours of the morning, cars brushed past downtown. A distant horn honked and a plethora of people hurried past the building, eager to go somewhere. You sucked in a deep breath and turned in the direction you assumed Felix would be coming from.

Usually when you got drinks for one another, you came from the cafe you favored. It was your favorite for that reason. Everyone liked the drinks and pastries, it wasn’t just you. As you walked, your nerves short-circuited and your feet stopped.

In the distance, someone walked towards you with their hoodie hood pulled down. You tried to look around them, searching for Felix, but you couldn’t find him. You took a step back, focusing on the fear running through you.

“You’re being dramatic,” you mumbled beneath your breath. “It’s just a random person. It’s chilly outside and…” You trailed off as they picked up speed.

Their head tipped up and they jerked down their hood. Even from a distance, you could see the dead eyes. Something hid beneath the arm of their hoodie. It sat balled up and your stomach dropped. Your heart took off and so did you.

Footsteps stormed after you. Cars blurred as you rushed back to the building. Your heart hammered in your chest and you struggled to breathe. There was one thing you liked about the JYP building. You shoved your finger against the fingerprint reader and the doors clicked.

Right as you grabbed the door and jerked it shut behind you, their silhouette appeared. You tugged as hard as you could. They tried to pull, but the door sealed shut with a loud click. Locked inside, you were untouchable.

A phone rang behind you and someone picked it up. Footsteps. Your own heavy breathing. The dead eyes of your ex and that damn smile. The corners of their mouth upturned and you couldn’t breathe.

A flash of something silver appeared in their fist. They taunted, waving whatever the object was at you. Your fear grew and so did their grin. For a moment, you couldn’t breathe. You couldn’t think. Tears pricked in your eyes.

They reached over to the keypad, trying to use their own prints to get in and it snapped you out of it. You jerked around. “Help! Help! Call the cops! Help!” You didn’t recognize the shrillness in your voice, but Felix did.

He was on his way down to the canteen when he heard you yelling. A handful of people started to dial and Felix approached you. “Hey, what is-” He stopped when something banged against the door. “Call security now!”

He grabbed you and pulled you back from the door. You clutched onto him, shaking like a leaf. Words erupted from your ex, but you couldn’t hear them through the thick glass. You heard the excessive banging, but the words remained muted.

Hot tears filled your eyes. A group of similar dressed men in dark polos and dress pants rushed forward to stop the man. Cries were heard. Felix jerked you into his chest, so you didn’t see the chaos. Your ex screamed.

“We’ve got a sasaeng!” Another yelled.

“It’s not a sasaeng,” you spoke up, “that’s my ex.”

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“The cops said a phone call came in to the new receptionist. When the person said they were Felix from Stray Kids and needed you, she didn’t recognize the voice. Too frazzled and unsure, she passed the message along to our manager.” Changbin sat at the end of the couch. “That’s how you were lured outside.”

In Jeongin and Chan’s dorm, you all gathered to try and understand what happened. After everything unraveled at the company building, shaken up after two security guards were stabbed, the company dismissed everyone from the building, so the cops could put the story together. You talked to the cops. Changbin talked to the cops. Felix talked to the cops.

You were left exhausted and in disbelief. The injured security guards were going to be okay, but you were still distressed. If you wouldn’t have slipped back into the building, if the doors wouldn’t have automatically locked, you weren’t sure you’d be with the guys right now. Your head felt fuzzy.

Your body strung across Felix, Hyunjin, and Seungmin. Despite your argument with Seungmin the other day, he played with your hair gently as your eyes drooped. You were still so exhausted from everything occurring over the past two weeks. This morning felt like a nightmare came to life. Every time your eyes shut, you remembered the way they grinned.

A slew of charges awaited them. Tomorrow, you planned on going to the police station with Chan and your manager. A restraining order would be put in place. Not only with you, but your manager wanted to discuss a restraining order being prepared for the entire group. They weren’t having any of it.

“I really thought it was Felix,” you mumbled sleepily. “I went out because I thought he needed help.”

“I was recording with Han and Hyunjin.” He gently patted your back. “I’m right here and we’re okay. That’s the most important thing.”

“I can’t believe security guards were stabbed.”

“They’ll be okay, they’re rough guys. One time, one of them threw me over his shoulder and took me down the stairs to prove a point.” Hyunjin playfully poked your calf. “He was short, so I insisted he couldn’t carry me. He proved me wrong.”

“Huh?”

“It was sometime last year.”

“Cheater,” Changbin grumbled.

“And you’re a cheater, cheater,” Felix added, shooting a glare at Changbin.

“I did no such thing.”

“I’m a victim,” Seungmin mumbled beneath his breath. “Stuck in a love triangle that I didn’t ask to be part of. I knew I shouldn’t have sat on the couch.”

“I think the most important thing is that the jackass is gone. They’re gone and we’re all safe. They’ll be locked away for a long time and we’re safe,” Hyunjin repeated.

“Nuh-uh,” Minho strolled into the room, “you’re all about to be a victim of me. I killed off Han, Chan, and Jeongin.”

Jeongin peeked around the living room corner. “Hyung, we’re literally just in the kitchen and eating ice cream. We’re not dead yet. You wouldn’t kill me anyway, I’m too cute to kill.”

Minho glared and then sighed. “Damn. You make a good point. You’re off the hook, but not the other two.”

“I’m literally like the love of your life,” Han cried out.

“Yeah,” Chan said, “plus, I’m your elder. You can’t kill me off, that’s ageist.”

Minho’s hands went up in the air in defeat.

“Hey look, they’re finally asleep.” Seungmin gently poked your cheek. With your face relaxed and your eyes shut, you breathed softly. “It’s about fucking time.”

“Poor thing is traumatized.”

“I don’t think they’re ever going to date again,” Felix frowned.

“Welp,” Minho shrugged, “I guess they’ll just have to date one of us.”

Han’s eyes widened. “Hyung! You can’t just say that!”

“I don’t see any of you trying to stop my ass grabbing.”

“Perverts in my catholic home,” Hyunjin shut his eyes. “I can’t believe this.” He leaned back against the couch.

“Hey, this isn’t even your house.” Jeongin appeared from the kitchen. “Leave Channie hyung and I’s dorm alone.”

“You heard the little man,” Minho added, “leave my ass grabbing alone, or you’re next Hwang.”

They didn’t know you weren’t asleep; you heard the entire thing, just grateful that the horror had finally passed and you all survived.

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mrsshabana · 9 months ago

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꒦꒷‧₊ Summary Everyone told stories of his kind, but you chose to ignore them. You got so used to how tame your werewolf boyfriend acted around you that you forgot how dangerous he is. But when a full moon rises, his instincts become undeniable, and you quickly learn what he's truly capable of. ꒦꒷‧₊ Content Gyutaro x female!reader, 18+ MDNI, hunter/prey, size difference, forbidden romance ꒦꒷‧₊ Note 1.3k words

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This is unusual behavior for your boyfriend. You haven't heard from him in days.

It's only been a couple of weeks that you've officially been his partner, but enough time has gone by that you feel like you know him enough to know this isn't normal.

Maybe that's just how werewolves are? You've never gotten close to a monster before, let alone a species that has a reputation for being dangerous to humans. But you never cared, you started having feelings for Gyutaro after the first time you met him. Everyone talks about how dangerous his kind is. But how could you resist those big fluffy ears, yellow golden eyes, and a mouth full of sharp teeth?

He may look like a big scary wolf, but around you, he acts like a golden retriever. Always so sweet and happy to be in your presence. All you have to do is walk into the room and his tail starts wagging.

He just can't help himself, you were the first person that didn't treat him like an outcast.

As Gyutaro got older he started to realize that he was destined to be alone. The chances of him finding a mate within his species were slim to none. A female would never accept him as a suitable partner due to his appearance. The spots on his face and body were something that no one was willing to pass on in their bloodline. It seemed like a silly concept to you, but for werewolves, these things are very important.

So when Gyutaro started having feelings for you he was more than happy to give your relationship a shot regardless of you being a human.

You never felt accepted by other humans, and he never felt accepted by other wolves. So when the two of you met it was like you finally found someone that understood you. However, both of you knew that your relationship was forbidden and would never be accepted, so you'd meet in secret.

He usually hangs out around your house after midnight, waiting for you so the two of you can disappear into the woods. Or at the very least, if the two of you aren't able to spend time together, he'll leave little gifts at your doorstep. Wildflowers, shiny rocks, or even the occasional dead rodent.

But it's been days since you've seen him or received any of his unusual gifts. It's like he just disappeared.

And now you're left a worried mess. He's never gone so long without speaking to you, it makes you think that maybe something happened to him.

In a last-ditch effort to find him, you search in the woods behind your house. Knowing that he loves running around and exploring there, it's the only place you might be able to find him at this time of night.

"Gyutaro!" you call out as you walk through the forest.

As you go deeper, you begin to hear what sounds like howling.

"That must be him!" you gasp, running towards the sound.

Once you get closer the howling stops and he picks up on your scent. Yellow eyes look back at you from within the trees.

"Gyu!" you smile and run towards him, "I was so worried about you!"

But he says nothing and just stares at you with wide eyes - panting like a stressed animal.

"Wh-what's going on...?" you say as you look at the strange scene before you.

Gyutaro has a chain attached to his collar and is tied to a large tree. It's sad to see him chained up like some kind of pet.

You can't tell if someone did this to him or if he did it to himself. There's no sign of anyone else, but you can't imagine why he would chain himself to a tree like that.

You reach out your hand and he immediately lunges forward with barred fangs. Looking like a feral stray as he snaps at you. But the chain chokes him, preventing him from getting to you.

"What the hell has gotten into you?" you mutter as your eyes begin to water.

Never have you seen him behave this way towards you. He's usually so gentle and sweet, you would have thought he wasn't capable of showing violence. However, at the end of the day, you know what he is and you should never forget what he's capable of.

And that's when you notice it. The full moon peeking from above the trees. How could you have been so naive?

Gyutaro must've chained himself up to protect you, knowing that he'd go feral on a full moon... and who knows what he may do to you.

Your stomach drops and your blood runs cold. Looking down at Gyutaro as he snarls and claws at the dirt, trying to get to you. You don't want to imagine what he will do to you if he breaks loose. He has a wild look in his eye, unlike anything you've ever seen before and it strikes fear into you.

You can hear the metal of the chain bending, it will snap any moment now.

You don't have any time to think about your boyfriend, this thing is no longer your boyfriend. For all you know, he could kill you if he gets loose.

Run. Run. Run. That's all you can think about as your fight or flight response kicks in. And you're sprinting deeper into the forest before you even realize it.

The branches cutting your skin as you run through the trees don't even bother you. You just need to get away from him.

After running what you consider to be a good distance, you look back to see that Gyutaro is gone and the chain lies snapped on the ground.

"Shit," you curse under your breath, realizing the danger that you're in. You have no other option but to keep running, and running, and running until you can't feel your feet anymore and your lungs burn.

A twig snaps, and you instantly turn to see those beautiful yellow eyes looking back at you. Stalking you like prey.

It only makes things worse when you run, causing his hunting instincts to kick in even more. In his eyes he no longer sees his girlfriend, all he sees is prey.

You cry and sob as he chases you, knowing that it won't be long until he catches up to you. And you're right, he quickly pounces on you. Trapping you beneath his large muscular body, looking down at you with hunger in his eyes. The size difference alone is enough to make you freeze with fear. It never dawned on you just how much larger he is than you. And as you lay there helplessly pinned beneath him you realize just how terrifying a seven-foot-tall werewolf can be.

"G-Gyutaro, please!" you sob, "It's me, Y/N! I'm your girlfriend, remember?" You desperately try to remind him of who you are, make him remember that he would never hurt his precious girlfriend.

But he doesn't remember, and even if he did he wouldn't care. Because the full moon makes him go feral and blindly follow his instincts.

From this angle, he no longer looks like your boyfriend. He looks like a monster. The monster that everyone said he was, but you never listened. Maybe if you did you wouldn't be in this situation right now.

Drool drips down his chin as he snarls, showing off his mouth full of razor-sharp teeth that could easily wrap around your pretty little neck. He breathes heavily, panting as the fur on the back of his neck stands on end. He looks like he wants to devour you, but he doesn't.

For a moment you're confused. But then you see it.

The erection between his legs - so painfully hard that it's ripping the seams of his pants.

You thought that he wanted to eat you, but you were wrong. He wants to breed you.

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Just Take It | Jeon Jungkook | Part Eight

Summary: Jungkook's feelings for you have grown immensely and he can't hold himself back from being honest anymore. Pairing: Inexperienced f!reader x Best Friend's Dad Jungkook (20 year age gap) Word Count: 2.6K~ (I know it's short but it was at a good stopping point and I couldn't figure out how to continue it without a big time skip/harsh break so yeah enjoy this mini chapter 😅) Warnings: No warnings just fluff a/n: Another almost four months and I only have a little bit for you 😔 I'm still trying to figure out how I want to go about finishing this story (yes it's close to the end) so please bear with me 😪 but either way I hope you enjoy!

Ever since I told him last month that I didn't want to be friends anymore and by default telling him that I wanted to be with him things have been different.

We've settled into a new routine with the tension between us no longer burning to the point I shy away but something that feels natural, domestic even.

I guess you could say that's pretty obvious from the fact that we're living together but his subtle touches are welcomed and expected.

Things as simple as his hand on my lower back as he passes by or his arms wrapped around me from behind with his chin propped up on my shoulder or even a kiss on the forehead are all things that we've settled into and it makes me feel loved.

Love is still a scary word for me to think about or even say aloud but it's something I feel towards him, deeply, hopelessly, painfully.

At times I remember that things could suddenly change without warning. That he could toss me out as soon as he gets fed up with waiting like Jared did. That he cou-.

"Ow!" I cry out when he pinches my side, "What was that for?" I whine, the spot he abused already sore. "I've been calling your name for five minutes and you didn't respond so..." he chuckles and I hum, not having the energy to scold him further.

He wraps his arms around my waist and props his chin on my shoulder just like I had been thinking about while spacing out, leaving me relaxing into him, the feeling of being in his arms taking away some of the anxiety that had started to build.

"You okay?" he asks, placing a kiss on my cheek to which I hum again, nodding along with it. "You sure, because you've been stirring your coffee for the past seven minutes" he says, my hand stilling once he points it out.

I take a drink of the completely cold beverage and sigh in defeat, realizing that his words are true.

"I wanted it cold anyways" I mumble and turn to walk over to the freezer to add some ice, Jungkook letting go but still staying close.

"Something's wrong" he says after observing me for another second or two, very used to reading my body language. "Nothing's wrong I'm just...tired" I reply and the truth is I am.

"My internship has been kicking my ass and I don't know, I guess it's all starting to catch up to me" I relent and he takes a turn humming, knowing I'm not telling him the whole truth.

"You know you can tell me anything right?" he says, coming closer and cradling my face in his hands, granting him a sad smile in return.

"I know, but I promise I'm fine. It's just been a long week, that's all" he studies my features for a while and decides to take my word for it, seeing that I'm not ready to talk about it. He nods his head a tiny bit before leaning in and giving me a soft kiss on my lips, one that lasts but a moment before pulling away.

"You wanna watch something tonight?" he asks and I smile as my answer, making him chuckle. "I'll make the snacks if you wanna go choose" he offers and I nod, my face still cradled in his hands so he gives me one last kiss before letting go and leaving our source of entertainment up to me.

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As the movie we've already watched and fallen in love with plays Jungkook notices my absence even though I'm cuddled up next to him, my reactions being minimal to nonexistent.

The parts we always laugh at are met with the sounds of his enjoyment and not mine so he pauses it and waits for me to notice which I don't for a while leaving him even more worried.

"What's going on in that pretty little head of yours Bunny? Did I do something wrong?" he asks and I sit up, needing him to know that he hasn't.

"No, no you've been wonderful, better than I deserve honestly" I say, mumbling the last part but of course he hears it loud and clear.

"I'm good to you because I love you and you do deserve it, that's all" he admits so freely that I almost don't catch it.

"You...what?" I ask, almost too scared to breathe. "I love you" he says with a crooked smile, clearly enjoying my practically speechless state.

I sit there for a minute, stunned into silence, not having expected that at all but he just laughs. "What? You didn't think I loved you?" he asks, brushing a stray strand of hair off of my face, letting his fingers trail down my neck before withdrawing his hand.

"No...I mean maybe? Isn't it a little too early for I love you's?" I ask, tentative to say it after I had been burned by...

"I don't think so. I mean it might be forward but I've loved you for a long time and I've cared about you even longer. You're someone that has been a constant in my life for many many years and the fact that you've given me permission to hold you, kiss you...well it's something that I don't think I can hold back anymore" he confesses, making me feel as though my heart might explode.

"I-" "You don't have to say anything. Take your time and only say it if you truly mean it Darling. I don't want to rush you into anything you're not ready for" he says, chancing caressing my face again and rubbing his thumb along my bottom lip.

"Come here" he says and pulls me in, having me straddle him not for anything sexual but just for the need to hold me close.

I burry my face in his neck and he rubs my back, knowing that I feel vulnerable since although he's not rushing me, I know he'll be waiting for an answer.

"I'm scared" I mumble against his skin and he hums, understanding the situation honestly more than I wish he did.

He witnessed the ups and downs of the relationship between Jared and I and sat on the sidelines, knowing he could treat me better but caring about me too much to take away my right to make my own decisions and choose who I love even if it wasn't him.

"Take your time Bun. You know I'll always be here for you, no matter how long it takes" he reassures me of what I knew, making me nod and wrap around him even tighter, taking his words as genuine but still terrified that this could all slip away at any moment.

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A week goes by and I still haven't said it and it's killing me.

When he says goodbye he says it, whenever we've been intimate he says it, he even says it randomly just to try to make me smile but my mind won't truly let it sink in until I say it back.

"Baby?" he asks, knocking on my partially ajar door, seeing that I've been taking a little while longer to get out of bed this morning.

I hum and let him come in, trying to assess the state I'm in before saying anything else as he comes and sits down on my side of the bed, looking down at me and placing his hand on my waist. I'm still laying down, not having made an effort to get up just yet which I know worries him as well but he doesn't push me too hard.

"You not feeling well?" he asks, now going to check my temperature with the back of his hand but not noticing a fever of any sort making his theory very short lived.

"No, just tired" I say quietly, not having spoken a word since I woke up, my voice still raspy which I can tell he enjoys but doesn't comment on this time.

"You want me to make you something? It's already lunch time and you haven't eaten all day huh?" he asks, knowing the answer but still allowing me the chance to reply. "Yeah maybe something simple like a sandwich?" I request and he nods.

"Want me to get it from that sandwich place we love?" he suggests, rubbing small circles on my waist but I shake my head. "No I'm craving one of your sandwiches" I say making him smile, knowing one of his favorite forms of praise is compliments on his cooking.

"Okay Bun, the usual?" he asks, knowing exactly what I want but asking just in case I'm feeling like something a little different today but I nod my head in approval making him lean down and place a kiss on my forehead before asking if I want him to bring it up here to which I decline.

"I need to get out of bed at some point" I say and he shrugs, "You're allowed to have a lazy day every once in a while if you'd like. I could even come join you later on?" he proposes making me smile, in favor of his suggestion.

"Can we take a nap after lunch?" I ask and he smirks a bit, testing the waters to see what I'm actually asking for. "Just a regular nap this time" I roll my eyes leaving him sighing dramatically before leaving, telling me he'll call me down when it's ready.

Once he's gone the doubt that has been plaguing my mind comes circling back.

'What if he's just saying that to take pity on me? What if he's saying it to rush me into something I'm not ready for? What if-' I groan, cutting off the spiral that I send myself down every time I'm alone and throw the blankets off before going into my bathroom and throwing cold water on my face, glaring at myself in the mirror, daring me to keep acting like this.

He loves me. He loves...me. Why am I so torn up about this? People say it all the time so it's not like it's the end of the world. It's just that...well next time I say it I want to mean it.

The next time I say it I want it to be real.

I want to say it to the man that I'll promise to say it to forevermore.

Call me a hopeless romantic all you want but if I'm going to trust someone with my heart again I don't want to regret it...

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"Here you go Bunny" he says and places my sandwich in front of me. "I love you" I mumble, softer than I've ever said anything before but it makes his movements stutter.

"What was that Darling?" he asks, sitting down in the seat next to me at the table. "I um...I said 'Thank you'" I chicken out and although he wants to call me out on it he doesn't.

"You're welcome baby" he says, his smile a little brighter when he realizes that I'm trying, that I want to say it too but I just don't have the confidence yet.

"Anything for you" he finishes and caresses my cheek before getting up and grabbing his plate along with our drinks.

"You sure you're feeling alright?" he asks, my silence through lunch palpable since whenever he tries to start up a conversation I give him short answers that make his efforts die in his throat.

"I've just been feeling a little funky that's all" I say and he hums, contemplating his next words which surprise me.

"I'm sorry" he says, defeated and honestly quite vulnerable. "Why are you apologizing?" I ask, not thinking that he would have done anything that would require something like that.

"I knew you weren't ready and I rushed things but I wanted to be able to say what I felt for you because it was eating me alive. Having to cut off my sentences and not being able to speak my mind fully, holding you as close to my heart as possible but not being able to tell you that you had it in the palm of your hand already I just...I couldn't do it anymore" he says, his whole demeanor shifted into an almost sorrowful state that I can't hold it back anymore.

I can't keep hurting him like this when all I want to do is scream it for all to hear, even if the thought terrifies me.

"I love you" I say making his head pop up from it's drooped state, then feeling guilty and looking at his lap again as a result. "You don't have to say it just because I did. I just wanted to apologize because I know that that's was why you've been feeling so off lately" he says but I shake my head.

"The thought of giving my heart to someone again scares the shit out of me. After...well after going through all of that the thought of opening myself up again was not something I wanted to do. I will admit I sought you out out of lust at first but as our friendship and eventual relationship began to grow I realized that I cared about you a whole lot more that I should" I say, me now with my head turned down, not being able to keep the intense eye contact he's giving me, hanging on every word.

"I didn't know if you were doing these things for me because you felt sorry or because you truly cared. I know now that doubting your motives was honestly my own self doubt getting the best of me. You've done nothing but love and care for me since the beginning and I haven't let myself fully process the fact that I'm..." I cut myself off and take a deep breath.

"The fact that I'm falling in love with you" and although he said those words first the admission alone has me feeling as though he hadn't, as if he would change his mind now that I reciprocated his confession but he does anything but that, further confirming his true intentions for me as he pulls me closer.

He doesn't pull me in with a carnal passion in mind, he doesn't even pull me in for a kiss, he pulls me in and holds me close, telling me wordlessly that he's proud of me. That he's proud of me for taking that step, for trusting him with my heart, my mind, soul, fully consumed by him without abandon.

"Thank you" he whispers, his face being buried in my hair making me laugh at the ticklish feeling. "Don't make it weird" I say and poke his side making him flinch and hold me tighter. "How can I not? The woman I love loves me back" he chuckles and when I try to pull back he squeezes me tighter.

"Just let me have my moment" he huffs making me sigh and return his crushing embrace. "I love you" he says making me burry my face into his neck, mumbling it against his skin in return.

"Nah nah nah, say it like you mean it" he says, pushing me back just enough so he can look at me. "But I do mean it!" I roll my eyes, playing into his pouty act. "Come on, say it!" he says, pushing me back and forth, making me sway.

"I already said it, why do you need to hear it again?" I chuckle when his pout gets deeper. "Okay fine" I give in making his brows raise at my quick defeat. "I love you" I whisper in his ear and then run away, his hold on me having loosened from pure shock of my honesty, knowing now that I truly truly mean it.

"Get back here!" he scolds once he's come back down to earth, the surprise replaced with determination, his intentions being to not let me go til sunrise.

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youngsadlesbian · 11 months ago

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CHASING DESTINY — wanda maximoff.

pairing: wanda maximoff x reader

summary: billy and tommy want to know your story with wanda, and you navigate through memories from years ago as you share every little detail possible and allowed with them.

a/n: i’m obsessed with cliché stories where wanda tries to win over the reader, and in the end, they end up together with a beautiful family. i’m an incurable romantic, sorry!!!! hope you like it <3

word count: 2,8k

warnings: none, just fluff.

You were sitting in the living room, flipping through a magazine while Billy and Tommy played with their toys on the floor. The sound of their laughter filled the room, bringing a smile to your face. Wanda was in the kitchen, preparing a snack for the boys, and you could hear her humming a tune softly as she worked. It was a quiet, peaceful afternoon, the kind you cherished most.

Billy and Tommy, with their curious minds always working, suddenly looked up at you with identical expressions of mischief and curiosity. "Mommy, how did you and Mama meet?" Billy asked, his voice full of innocent curiosity.

Tommy, always quick to follow his brother's lead, added, "Yeah, tell us the story! We want to know everything!"

You chuckled, setting the magazine aside and looking over at Wanda, who had just walked into the room with a tray of snacks. She caught your gaze, a knowing smile tugging at her lips as she handed the boys their snacks.

"That's a long story," you said, a playful tone in your voice as you reached out to ruffle Tommy's hair. "Are you sure you want to hear all the details?"

"Yes!" they both exclaimed in unison, their eyes wide with excitement.

Wanda took a seat beside you on the couch, her hand finding yours as she gave it a gentle squeeze. "I think it's time they know, don’t you?" she said softly, her eyes twinkling with affection.

You smiled, nodding as you turned your attention back to the boys. "Alright, it all started back in high school…"

The halls of Westview High were buzzing with life, students chatting and laughing as they moved from class to class. You were walking with your best friend, Natasha Romanoff, discussing your plans for the weekend when a familiar voice called out from behind you.

"Hey, gorgeous!"

You groaned internally, recognizing the voice immediately. Wanda Maximoff, the school's star cheerleader and resident flirt, was striding toward you with that confident smirk you had come to associate with trouble.

"Here we go again," you muttered under your breath, rolling your eyes as you quickened your pace.

Natasha, always the amused observer, chuckled beside you. "She’s really got it bad for you, huh?"

You shot her a glare, but it was half-hearted. "I don’t get it. She could have anyone she wants, and yet she’s obsessed with making my life a nightmare."

Natasha shrugged, her grin widening. "Maybe she just likes the challenge."

Before you could respond, Wanda had caught up to you, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Why are you running away from me, Y/N? You know I’m not that scary."

You gave her a deadpan look. "Maybe if you stopped trying to flirt with me every five seconds, I wouldn’t have to."

Wanda laughed, clearly not deterred by your cold response. "But where’s the fun in that? Come on, Y/N, just give me one date. I promise it’ll be worth it."

You shook your head, refusing to give in. "Never happening, Maximoff."

Wanda pouted playfully, but there was a determination in her eyes that told you she wasn’t going to give up anytime soon. "We’ll see about that."

As she walked away, her confident stride making it clear she had something up her sleeve, you couldn’t help but feel a mix of exasperation and… something else. Something you weren’t quite ready to admit to yourself yet.

The next few weeks were an exercise in endurance. Wanda had enlisted the help of her friends, who began passing you little notes throughout the day. Each note was filled with cheesy pick-up lines, romantic quotes, and the occasional heartfelt compliment.

At first, you were annoyed. You tried ignoring the notes, tossing them into the trash without reading them. But they kept coming, and eventually, curiosity got the better of you.

One day, after receiving yet another note, you decided to actually read it.

You’re the only person I can’t stop thinking about. Please give me a chance to show you how much you mean to me.

You stared at the note, feeling a strange flutter in your chest. It was different from the others—less playful and more sincere. For the first time, you wondered if maybe, just maybe, Wanda was being genuine.But you weren’t ready to let your guard down just yet. You crumpled the note and stuffed it into your pocket, determined not to let her get under your skin.

Natasha, of course, had other ideas.

"Come on, Y/N," she said one afternoon as you both sat in the cafeteria. "Wanda’s clearly serious about this. Why not just give her a chance?"

You shook your head, stubborn as ever. "I don’t know, Nat. She’s always been such a flirt. How do I know she’s not just playing some game?"

Natasha gave you a pointed look. "You won’t know unless you give her a chance. What’s the worst that could happen?"

You hesitated, chewing on your bottom lip as you considered her words. Finally, with a sigh, you relented. "Fine. One date. But only because you’re practically forcing me."

Natasha grinned, giving you a playful nudge. "You won’t regret it."

Wanda had been ecstatic when you finally agreed to go on a date with her. She went all out, planning a perfect evening that included dinner at a cozy little restaurant and a walk along the beach.

To your surprise, the date was… nice. Wanda was charming, funny, and attentive. There were no cheesy pick-up lines or over-the-top gestures, just genuine conversation and laughter. She was nothing like the girl who had been relentlessly flirting with you for weeks.

As the evening wore on, you found yourself relaxing, your initial reservations slowly melting away. You even started to enjoy yourself, and by the time the date ended, you were seeing Wanda in a completely different light.

"Thank you for tonight," you said as you both stood outside your house. "I had a really good time."

Wanda smiled, and it was a soft, sincere smile that made your heart flutter. "I’m glad. I meant what I said in those notes, you know. You’re really special to me."

You blushed, ducking your head to hide your smile. "I… I think you might be special to me too."

Wanda’s eyes lit up, and she took a step closer, her voice barely above a whisper. "Does that mean I get a second date?"

You looked up at her, your heart pounding in your chest. "Yeah… I think it does."

By the time Valentine’s Day rolled around, you and Wanda had been seeing each other for a few months. You weren’t officially a couple yet, but you had grown closer with each passing day.

On the morning of Valentine’s Day, you found a single red rose on your locker, along with a note that read.

Meet me at the bleachers after school.

You knew it was from Wanda, and as much as you tried to play it cool, you couldn’t help the excitement that bubbled up inside you.

When you arrived at the bleachers after school, you found Wanda waiting for you, a nervous but hopeful look on her face.

"Hey," you greeted her, your voice soft as you approached.

"Hey," she replied, her hands fidgeting slightly as she held a small box in her hands. "I got you something."

You raised an eyebrow, curious. "What is it?"

Wanda handed you the box, her eyes searching yours for a reaction. "Open it and see."

You carefully opened the box, revealing a delicate silver necklace with a small heart-shaped pendant. Inside the heart was a tiny engraving of your initials intertwined with Wanda’s.

Your breath caught in your throat as you looked up at her, your heart swelling with emotion. "Wanda, it’s beautiful…"

Wanda took a deep breath, her voice trembling slightly as she spoke. "I’ve been wanting to ask you this for a while now, but I was waiting for the right moment. And I think this is it…"

She reached out, gently taking your hands in hers. "Will you be my girlfriend?"

The sincerity in her eyes, the way she was looking at you with so much hope and love—it was all too much. You felt tears prickling at the corners of your eyes as you nodded, unable to find the words.

"Yes," you whispered, your voice choked with emotion. "Yes, I’ll be your girlfriend."

Wanda’s face lit up with the brightest smile you’d ever seen, and she pulled you into a tight hug, holding you close as if she never wanted to let go.

"I promise I’ll make you happy," she whispered into your ear, her voice full of love and determination.

And from that day on, you were inseparable.

Years passed, and your relationship with Wanda only grew stronger. You both went off to college together, supporting each other through the highs and lows, celebrating each other’s successes, and comforting each other during the tough times.

On the day of your college graduation, Wanda had something special planned.

After the ceremony, she took you to a quiet spot on campus where the two of you had spent countless hours studying, talking, and simply being together.

As the sun began to set, painting the sky in hues of pink and orange, Wanda turned to you, her expression serious but full of love.Wanda's voice was soft, filled with emotion as she spoke. "Y/N, these past few years with you have been the best of my life. We've grown so much together, and I can't imagine my future without you in it."

You felt your heart skip a beat as Wanda reached into her pocket, pulling out a small velvet box. Your breath caught in your throat as she got down on one knee, her eyes never leaving yours.

"Wanda..." you whispered, your voice trembling with emotion.

Wanda smiled up at you, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "I know this might seem sudden, but I've known for a long time that you're the one I want to spend the rest of my life with. So, Y/N, will you marry me?"

Tears filled your eyes as you looked down at the woman who had become your best friend, your partner, and the love of your life. The moment felt surreal, like a dream you never wanted to end.

"Yes," you said, your voice thick with emotion. "Yes, Wanda, I'll marry you."

Wanda's face lit up with pure joy as she slipped the ring onto your finger, standing up to pull you into a tight embrace. You could feel her tears mingling with your own as you held each other, the world around you fading away until it was just the two of you, wrapped up in each other's love.

As you stood there, holding the woman you were going to spend the rest of your life with, you knew that no matter what challenges came your way, you would face them together—side by side, heart to heart.

You smiled at the memories, your heart swelling with warmth as you looked down at the ring that still adorned your finger—symbolizing the love that had only grown stronger over the years.

"And that's how your mama proposed to me," you finished, glancing over at Wanda, who was watching you with a loving expression.

Billy and Tommy sat wide-eyed, clearly entranced by the story. "Wow, mama really did all that just to get you to go out with her?" Billy asked, his voice filled with awe.

You chuckled, nodding. "She sure did. Your mama was very determined."

Tommy grinned, looking over at Wanda with newfound admiration. "You're so cool, mama! I bet no one else could have won mommy over like that!"

Wanda laughed, reaching out to ruffle Tommy's hair. "I had to work hard, but it was worth it. Your mommy is pretty special."

The boys giggled, and you felt a surge of affection for your family. It was moments like this—full of love, laughter, and warmth—that reminded you how lucky you were to have Wanda and the boys in your life.

"And what happened after you got married?" Billy asked, his curiosity still not satisfied.

Wanda and you exchanged a glance, and she smiled. "Well, after we got married, we decided to start a family. And that's where you two come in."

The boys' eyes lit up, and Tommy leaned forward eagerly. "Tell us more! How did we get here?"

You smiled, your heart swelling with emotion as you thought back to those early days of starting a family.

After your wedding, you and Wanda knew that the next step in your journey together was to start a family. You both wanted children—two little ones to love and raise together.

It wasn't long before you began exploring the process of artificial insemination. The decision was easy; you both wanted to carry on the Maximoff name while also honoring your shared journey. You were nervous, but Wanda was always there to hold your hand and remind you that no matter what happened, you would face it together.

When you found out you were pregnant, the joy was overwhelming. Wanda cried happy tears when you showed her the positive test, and she held you close, whispering promises of love and support for the journey ahead.

The pregnancy was full of ups and downs—morning sickness, cravings, and endless doctor’s appointments—but through it all, Wanda was your rock. She was there for every moment, holding your hand, rubbing your back, and soothing your anxieties with her unwavering love.

And then, one beautiful day, Billy and Tommy came into the world.

The moment you held your sons for the first time, you felt an indescribable connection. Their tiny hands grasped your fingers, and you knew in that instant that you would do anything to protect and love them.

Wanda was just as smitten. She looked at the boys with tears of joy in her eyes, and you knew that this was the family you had always dreamed of.

"And that's how you two came to be," you said, your voice filled with love as you looked at your sons. "You were the greatest gifts we could have ever asked for."

Billy and Tommy looked up at you and Wanda with wide eyes, their expressions filled with wonder and love.

"We’re really lucky, huh?" Billy said softly, his voice full of affection.

Tommy nodded, his small hand reaching out to grasp yours. "Yeah, we have the best moms in the whole world."

Your heart swelled with emotion, and you felt tears prickling at the corners of your eyes. Wanda reached over and gently wiped away a tear that had escaped, her smile warm and full of love.

"We're the lucky ones," Wanda said softly, her voice filled with emotion. "Because we have you two."

As you sat there, surrounded by your family, you felt an overwhelming sense of peace and contentment. The journey that had brought you and Wanda together—the ups and downs, the challenges and triumphs—had all led to this moment, right here, right now.

And you wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world.

That night, after tucking Billy and Tommy into bed, you and Wanda curled up on the couch together, a blanket draped over your legs as you watched the flickering flames in the fireplace.

Wanda’s head rested on your shoulder, and you felt her hand slip into yours, her fingers entwining with yours in a familiar, comforting way.

"Have you ever regretted agreeing to go on that date with me?" Wanda asked softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

You smiled, turning your head to press a kiss to her temple. "Oh my God, no. Never. And I never would have imagined back in high school that we’d end up here—married, with two amazing boys."

Wanda chuckled softly, her breath warm against your skin. "It’s funny how life works out, isn’t it? All those years ago, I was just trying to get your attention, and now… now you’re my whole world."

You felt your heart swell with love as you tightened your grip on her hand. "And you’re mine, Wanda. I’m so grateful for everything we’ve been through—every challenge, every triumph—because it brought us here."

Wanda lifted her head, her green eyes meeting yours, and you saw the love and adoration reflected in them. "I love you, Y/N. More than anything in this world."

"I love you too, Wanda," you whispered, your voice thick with emotion. "Always."

So you once again realized how truly lucky you were—having Natasha make you agree to go on that date and Wanda being so persistent.

You couldn’t imagine a happy life without her.

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