#sean x Reader

[snoozzzer]

there’s not enough sean diaz content on tumblr and i think that’s a problem

[peachm1lkk]

Sweet Cyanide

Synopsis — You and Sean have sex for the first time; he tries to be gentle and fails.

Pairing — Sean x Reader ( AFAB reader but Gender neutral terms used only)

Warnings — Dubcon(?) its stockholm so Ill leave it, Stockholm Syndrome, Blood and Injury, Knifeplay, Blood Kink, Sadism, Light Masochism, Implied/Referenced Abuse, Missionary Position, Gaslighting, Emotional Manipulation, Marking/Branding, Praise and maybe some degradation, Fingering

A/N — Cross posted on Ao3 // Sean is nicer in this because he's learning that treating the person you kidnapped with some semblance of respect is actually really effective in making Stockholm Syndrome occur... Who woulda guessed

You don’t know when you started leaning into his touch, from when you finally crossed that bleary line where your stomach twisted into something that felt almost like yearning. Sean’s fingers brushed against your arm, sending warmth through your skin. You caught yourself lingering in the moment, savoring the soft way he looked at you as if you were a wildflower he had stumbled upon in an unkempt field.

You don’t know what facial expression he has on his face, your back turned to him and your body cradled the warmth of his arms. The flickering light the Fireplace cast makes shadows dance across the room, making it feel more secluded, more intimate. His breath was warm against your neck, and for a moment you could almost forget the reality of your situation.

You think he has a contemplative look on his face. Considering what to say next, perhaps. 

“Do you remember the first time we met, face to face I mean?” His voice was a low murmur, a tempting whisper that resonated in the stillness, pulling you back to that fateful night when everything changed. You turned your head slightly, enough to catch a glimpse of his expression and confirm your suspicions—something almost soft and almost vulnerable yet still in deep thought.

“I try not to,” you admit, turning your game back to the fireplace once he locked eyes with you. “It’s easier to forget.” You mumbled, your heart fluttering as he tightened his grip around your waist.

“Easier to forget…” he repeated, his tone one of vague amusement. “What an interesting way to respond.” He said, the smile on his face audible in his voice. There’s another moment of silence shared between the two of you, a part of you finds it interesting how you no longer see it as suffocating as you used to.

“Y’know, I honestly think I prefer you like this when you’re actually responding to me instead of just ignoring me.”

You shrugged lightly, a half-hearted attempt to play off his words, “Maybe I was just tired of pretending.” you wonder why you used that word in specific, you weren’t pretending during your months in the basement, and you know your past resentment that you’ve built up wasn’t fake, but the way he held you now made the past feel like a distant nightmare, one that faded in the warmth of his embrace. “Pretending can be exhausting,” Sean said, his voice low and soothing, as if he were trying to draw out the hurt buried within you. “But I think you’re beginning to see things differently now.”

“I… I didn’t mean to say I was pretending.” You corrected, brows furrowing slightly. “I don’t know why I used that word, but I wasn’t pretending.” Sean shifted slightly, lifting your chin with his fingertips so that you had no choice but to meet his gaze. The firelight reflected in his eyes. “You didn’t mean to say it, but it’s the truth, isn’t it?” he asked gently, more gently than you’re used to. “We all wear masks in one way or another. I just happened to rip yours away.”

You can’t force yourself to respond, and for once he seems happy with your silence. A small smile formed on his lips, as he studied your face, his fingers brushing lightly against your cheek. “It’s kind of beautiful when you think about it,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “Finding the real you beneath all those layers.”

You note in the back of your mind that he’s uncomfortably close to your face, and yet the tension doesn't feel threatening. He looked pretty up close, you think.

“Sean…” you tried to pull away, but his hold on you was insistent.

“This…” Since when have you gotten so comfortable in his arms? It was a simple question, and under a slightly different context, you might’ve dismissed it. But it’s not in a different context, and the thought terrified you.

“This isn’t right,” you stammer, trying to pull yourself out of his gasp, “God— what the fuck none of this-” You can’t find the right words to describe how awfully insane this situation is, even as you wrestled against him trying to get off the bed “None of this makes any sense-”

Sean's grip only tightened, his fingers pressing into the flesh of your arms with a possessiveness that frightened you. “It’s not supposed to make sense,” he said, his voice steady despite the chaos in your head. “Life rarely does. But I can promise you this—whatever this is, it’s real.”

“No, no no no, y-you’re insane!” You stumble through your words, wrestling with him despite how obvious it was you weren’t getting out of this.

Sean’s eyes darkened, a flicker of something wild igniting within them. “Insane?” he repeated, almost as if mocking the very notion. 

“What’s insane is how easily you’ve let yourself slip into this," he grunted, pinning your hands to the side of your head, a dull pain blooming from where his nails dug into your skin. “You’re here now, aren’t you? And the past... it doesn’t haunt you like it used to.”

"Let go of me!" you cried, trying to twist your body away from him, desperation flooding your voice.

“Why would I?” he asked softly, an unsettling calm draping over his words. “You say it doesn’t make sense, but I know you…” His gaze bore into yours, searching for something deeper. “I know that deep down you understand that this is what's best for you.” He paused for a moment watching your terrified expression closely.

“I know you love me, Doe eyes.” The nickname makes your stomach twist in a vague sense of revulsion. You watch as his gaze finally flickers downward, a soft sigh escaping him as if he were disappointed in you. “But maybe you need a little nudge to admit it, huh?”

You refuse to answer him, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of breaking down any defense you could think of.

“And you were doing so well.” He whispers, speaking to himself rather than you, frustration tinting his voice. And that hint of frustration scared some part of you, terrified of the consequences to come when you’ve been behaving so well, you cursed yourself mentally, why did you have to always fight? Why couldn’t you just let that gradual fall into something close to yearning just…happen?

You can see him mulling over what to do next, his calmness in this situation a little concerning considering the first time you were up here it ended with him strangling you because you struggled against him for reasons you rather keep buried.

"Maybe a little pain will help you remember," he said quietly, his eyes narrowing as he marked the edge of your resistance. The words hung heavily in the air, twisting the warmth of the moment into something sharp and jagged. Your heart raced as dread pooled in your stomach.

“Sean, please…” Your voice trembled, breaking under the weight of your fear and desperation. “I-I’m sorry I—”

“Don’t give me that shit right now.” He simply said,

his voice carrying a gravelly undertone that sent shivers racing up your spine.

“Sorry for what? Wanting to fight back? Wanting to escape?” He leaned closer, his breath ghosting over your skin, making every nerve in your body scream to flee while simultaneously igniting something unsettling inside you. “You think I don’t see you? I see you more than you realize.”

You squeezed your eyes shut as if that could somehow block out the reality of your situation. “I just want to go home,” you whispered, the desperation clawing at your throat. His laughter echoed around the dimly lit room, bitter and cold.

“Home? This is your home now. Our home.” He pressed his forehead against yours, the warmth of his skin juxtaposed with the chill of fear that seeped into your bones.

His grip shifted with an unsettling ease, his fingers sliding from your wrists to your throat, a silent reminder of his power over you. You could feel your heart pounding in your chest, desperate to escape its cage.

“I try so hard y’know… to remember that you love me, that I just have to be patient.” He pauses, looking as if he doesn’t even believe his own words “But it gets harder every day.” Sean mumbled, leaning back to grab something off the counter that you see, the dim lighting obscuring his movements. Your breath quickened, panic rising as you fought against the restraints of his grip.

“Sean I’m sorry- I didn’t-” You trip and stumble over your own words, desperately racking at your own brain to think of something, anything, to delay the inevitable. “—I didn’t mean to upset you!” you pleaded, your voice rising an octave as anxiety clawed at your throat.

You’re quick to shut up when you feel the metal of the knife pressed against your neck. It felt cool against your skin, a stark contrast to the heat of the moment. Sean’s expression shifted, his face an unreadable mask as he held the blade with an unsettling gentleness.

As he plants a kiss on the back of your neck, he remarks, "Lately, you've been like a little puppy. Always waiting for me to come home, eagerly talking to me, and even letting me hold you without much resistance." He chuckles, savoring the sound of your heartbeat against his lips.

You don't know how he's so… casual with this as if he doesn't have a knife up against your neck. Pressed up against flesh just enough to feel the cool metal. It's his hunting knife, you note, the same knife he's used to carve his name just above your heart, and truthfully you don't know why you pay attention to such an unimportant detail like that other than that the thought was grounding.

“Sean...” Your voice trembled, uncertain if you were reaching for him or trying to pull away. There was a strange thrill in being so close to danger, a twisted part of you that felt alive in the face of imminent harm.

He sighed softly as if your plea had bored him rather than stirred any compassion. “I’ll give you a reason to say please.”

His fingers tightened around the hilt of the knife, and for a heartbeat, the world outside ceased to exist.

“Say it,” he breathed, almost tenderly, yet there was a stark edge behind his words that made your pulse race faster than fear should allow. “Tell me you need me.” The knife pressed deeper against your skin; the slightest pressure mixed with the heat of his body made your limbs tremble.

“I… I need you,” you whispered, the words tasting bitter and wrong on your tongue. It shouldn’t feel so real, so necessary, yet here you were.

“Again.” He urged, his grip never wavering, coaxing the truth out of you with a twisted gentleness that left your heart racing.

“I need you,” you repeated, the weight of his gaze heavy upon you. The words felt heavy on your lips, you hated him for this; for making you say it. But there was an undeniable compulsion, a nagging sensation somewhere deep within that craved to please him even when logic screamed otherwise.

He laughed to himself softly, “This reminds me of when you tried to kill me.” he mumbled, reminiscing on the memory. “But… it’s different this time.” Sean said, gaze lowering down to your neck, watching red beads slowly gather around the edge of his knife. Your breath hitched as the warm trickle of blood seeped down your neck, mingling with the heat of his body.

Finally, he pulled the blade back from your neck, letting it drag down the collar of your shirt, admiring the scars he’d left on your body. “Look how far we’ve come,” he murmured, the knife now resting against your chest, dangerously close to where your heart thudded like a frantic drum. His eyes sparkled with a mix of pride and something darker, something you feared more than the blade itself.

“Tell me why.”

You look up at his face with scared, confused eyes.

“Tell me why you need me if you don’t want me to stab you in the chest.”

You swallow hard, the words catching in your throat like shards of glass. “I need you because…” You forced yourself to say the first thing that came to mind, hoping— praying, that it’d be enough to appease him. “Because you’re all I have,” you finally admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.

“Ah.” He nodded slowly as if savoring the confession. “That’s it then.” A slow smile crept across his face, one that sent a fresh wave of dread crashing over you. His fingers danced over your collarbone, tracing the scars he had carved into your skin with an artist's care. “I knew it,” he said softly. “You’ve become so accustomed to me that even pain feels like home.”

His gaze locked onto yours with an intensity that left you breathless. “I can feel it… You’re heart I mean, beating so damn hard in there.” He cooed, “Is it because have this knife? Scared of what it might do to you?” You can see the cogs in his head turning, brows slightly furrowing.

“No, not scared. Excited.” He corrects, his own excitement palpable. You can feel it wrap around your heart, tightening its grip with each word that escaped his lips. “You crave this, don’t you? A part of you wants to know what will happen if you let go of all those walls you’ve built.”

“Sean…” Your voice faltered as emotions warred inside you—fear wrestling against a creeping sense of acceptance.

“Don’t say my name like that,” he warned, something you refuse to acknowledge flickering in his eyes. “So… sweetly, I mean. It makes me wanna do things to you that I know you wouldn’t like. But then again, the irony isn’t lost on me that you also wouldn’t be able to stop thinking about them.”

Your heart raced as he leaned in closer again, his breath ghosting over your cheek, and you almost whimpered at the way the knife trailed down your chest. “Tell me you want me,” he suddenly prompted.

“I… I want you,” you found yourself saying, your voice barely more than a whisper. The admission burned in your throat, leaving behind a trail of shame and confusion. You hated that it felt so true even as it tasted like ash on your tongue.

He inhales deeply, his expression morphing into one of triumph mixed with something darker, something that made your pulse race. "You’re so warm you know that," he murmured, the knife now resting just above the waistband of your shorts. “Tell me what you want,” he urged again, his voice thick with hunger.

Your mind raced, a whirlwind of conflicting thoughts and emotions. You knew better; deep down, you understood the darkness that lay beneath the surface of his charm. But another part of you—a part that had been buried under layers of fear and pain—yearned for release. For connection.

“I… I want you,” you mumbled absentmindedly, the words spilling from your lips as though you hadn’t thought of its weight. “I need you.”

His lips pressed warmly against yours, the warmth of his mouth igniting a spark that sent your heart racing in double time. It was a collision of fear and longing, and you felt yourself teetering on the edge of something dangerous. intoxicating.

You can feel him tugging your shorts down with his finger, the fabric slipping away like the remnants of your will. Your breath caught in your throat as cool hands explored newfound skin, igniting a storm of conflicting emotions within you. Part of you wanted to push him away, to reclaim your dignity and sanity, but another, more primal instinct urged you to lean into the moment, to surrender.

"Look at you," he whispered against your lips, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "Fuck, the first time I tried this I remember you panicking and kicking,” He silently laughs to himself at the memory “Ruining the whole damn moment.”

You don’t respond, preoccupied with the stinging sensation of the blade digging into the fat of your stomach to speak. Drawing minuscule beadlets of blood that pooled in the divot of your skin, warm and viscous, as Sean’s breath hitched with excitement.

“You fought so hard back then,” he purred, his breath hot against your ear as if sharing a secret meant only for you. “But now? You’re different.”

His fingers ghosted over your body, trailing heat in their wake, teasingly close to that fragile line between pleasure and pain. “So willing and obedient to let me leave my mark on your body.”

“Sean... please,” you gasped, the desperation clinging to your voice.

“‘Please’ what? Use your words Doe eyes.” he commented, his lips curling into a shameless smile. You stifle a pained whimper at how his thumb smeared the blood against your skin, eyes flickering down to take notice of how the ichor trickled down your abdomen and made a mess out of your underwear. You find it a little funny that he hasn’t taken it off yet.

“Please,” You start, hesitating to speak “Please don’t stop” The words tumbled out of your mouth before you could think better of them, and as soon as they were spoken. Sean’s eyes lit up with a predatory glint that sent a thrill through your veins, intertwining fear with an unsettling excitement that had taken root deep within you.

“Fuck, I never thought I’d get to hear you say those words.” He sighed against your lips, trapping you within another kiss that seemed more hungry than the last, his mouth crashing against yours with such fervor that made you dizzy.

His hands roamed over your body, rough and possessive as he explored every inch of you. “I’ve waited so long for this,” he murmured between kisses, each word laced with a hunger that sent shivers racing down your spine. “To see you like this—so beautiful, so pliable under my touch.” You want to recoil from his words, but your body betrayed you, leaning into him instead.

“Sean…” You repeated in a whimper every time he allowed you a moment to breathe, saying his name so sweetly as if it was a prayer of sorts. And maybe it was, as his hands finally rid you of your underwear, as he tossed it aside, and his fingers grazed you where you were most sensitive. A soft moan escaped your lips as Sean followed the delicate lines of your scars, hooded eyes watching as his fingers glided over your skin like a predator savoring its prey.

“Look at you,” he breathed, genuine admiration coloring his voice as he reveled in the way your body responded to his, “You’re perfect just like this.” The way he spoke was almost mocking, yet there was a dangerous allure in his tone that sent heat pooling between your legs.

Your breath hitched as his hands groped at tender skin, igniting fires in places you had long kept cold. Fingers were slow to push into you, experimentally curling against your gummy walls, movements becoming more confident once he found the spot that had your thighs quaking.

“You’re trembling. Does it feel that good?” He teased, scissoring his fingers in such a manner that forced a shuddery whine out of you. You couldn’t have mustered a coherent response if you wanted to, only a soft whimper escaping your lips as his fingers explored deeper. “Oh, come on now,” he taunted lightly. “Don’t tell me you’re shy all of a sudden.”

“ ‘m not shy,” you managed to stammer, though your voice betrayed you with its quiver. The sensation of his fingers worked their magic, drawing out sounds you didn’t even recognize were yours.

“Then let me hear how much you need this, need me.” He urged, eyes wide as if memorizing every single detail about you at this exact moment.

“Sean…” You moaned, the sound escaping before you could stop it as his fingers found that sensitive spot again, making you clench around him mindlessly. “That’s it,” He cooed, almost mocking you for how easily you’ve unraveled “I can hear it in your voice, Doe eyes. You’re just a little thing, all confused and needy,” he murmured, pumping his fingers in and out of your squelchy hole. "Fuck," you breathed, your voice barely above a whisper as he curled his fingers inside you, Abusing that spot over and over again.

Suddenly, when you’ve only just got into the rhythm he pulls his fingers out— Pulling a frustrated whine that he thinks you don’t even realize you were making. But when he pulls you flush against his own hips— Making you acutely aware of how he’s yet to take off his own pants, and even more aware of how hard he was, “Shit… You have no idea what listening to you whine and pant is doing to me Doe eyes.”

His breath came out in shaky bursts, the tension radiating between you like a live wire. “You’re such a good little pet, so eager for attention,” he murmured, his voice low and sultry as he pressed his hips against you, forcing you to feel the heat of him through the fabric that separated your bodies.

“Sean…” The plea slipped from your lips instinctively, filled with a mixture of fear and something else—something undeniably primal.

“God, I’ve wanted this since that first moment,” he confessed, his eyes darkening with desire as they roamed over you. He leaned closer, the warmth of his breath brushing against your ear. “To have you completely mine. And now… look at you.”

He pulls you into yet another kiss, one hand holding your hips firmly so that he can grind against them whilst the other picks up the previously forgotten hunting knife. Dragging the cool metal across your skin, creating shallow cuts in the skin of your stomach that had throbbed.

“You look so pretty like this,” he whispered, the knife lingering just above your navel. “Covered in your own blood, only for my eyes to see.” You felt the sharp sting of the knife as he pressed it deeper, a rush of mixed sensations flooding your senses. Pain and pleasure danced dangerously together, blurring the lines between fear and desire.

Sean pushes your shirt up past your chest, exposing the delicate scars that paint your skin. The knife, still pressed against the soft flesh of your stomach, drew another trail of blood; the warmth seeped downwards, over the crevices of your groin, pooling against the dips of your skin and where his hand rested.

“Such a mess,” he murmured, his fingers trailing through the crimson that glistened against your skin. He savored the sight, eyes darkening with a feral hunger that ignited a mix of fear and something else deep within you. “But it’s my mess now, isn’t it?”

“Sean…” Your voice trembled, barely even registering the tears that had been falling from your eyes. Tears that he kissed away, uncharacteristically tender as he shifted to free himself from the confines of his clothing. The warmth of his body pressed against yours felt electric, yet suffocating, as he slid closer, the knife still hovering perilously near your skin.

“I need you right now,” he whispered, positioning himself so that the tip of his hardness brushed against the slick heat of your core. “You’re mine and I’m yours. We’re connected in ways that no one else can comprehend.” His breath was ragged, filled with an urgency that made your heart race in time with the pounding in your ears.

The touch of the knife against your skin sent a shiver through your body, but it was quickly replaced with a sharp gasp as Sean finally entered you. He groaned into your neck as he filled you, his grip tightening on the knife in his hand. You could feel the blade digging into your skin, leaving uneven gashes on your chest, but strangely, it only added to the pleasure.

It’s a little startling at how gentle he is with you, breathing thick and heavy, brows slightly furrowed in thought as he carefully watched your pained expression, his own body trembling with the effort of holding back. After a tense moment of silence, he slowly pulled his hips back, and thrust again, stuffing you to the hilt, forcing a ragged moan out of your lips.

“O—oh fuck,” He groaned, watching with sick fascination at the way his cock seemed to shine with not only your arousal but your blood. "You're so tight," he moaned, his hips rolling in a delicious rhythm that had your toes curling against the comforter. "God, I've waited for this for long… Imagined it in so many different ways.” He punctuated his words with a particularly harsh thrust that made you squeal, nails digging into the fabric of the bed beneath you— the off-white color now stained red with your blood.

“More,” You whined, rocking your hips back into his own as he thrust into you again, the wet slaps of skin meeting skin filled the silence of the dimly lit room. “More,” you gasped again, the word like a prayer on your lips as if calling out for salvation in this twisted sanctuary.

He leaned forward to capture your lips in a kiss, holding your hips with such a tight force you were sure bruises were to bloom later on. But despite the pain, the sting of cuts rubbing against sweated skin, the mind-numbing pleasure of finally letting go was enough to drown out reason. You melted into him, abandoning the remnants of resistance that clung desperately to your thoughts.

“Does that feel good?” Sean asked between kisses, rocking his hips against yours—pathetic whines and moans spilling from your lips that he eagerly lapped up. His voice was low and gravelly as he buried himself deeper within you. Each stroke jolts your body forward before his hands dragged you back down onto his cock.

You managed to nod, speaking feeling like a distant memory as pleasure took the forefront of your mind. You couldn’t think straight, your thoughts muddled with each thrust that sent waves of heat radiating through you. “Y-yes,” you rasped, wrapping your legs around his waist, spurring him on to go deeper.

A request he gladly indulged in, shifting the way he held your hips up so he could plunge further into your sopping hole, embarrassing squelches made each time your hips connected with his pelvis. The knot in your stomach grew tighter with each rhythmic thrust that left you gasping for air.

Sean's grip on the knife tightened, and you felt a new wave of fear course through you as the blade bit deeper into your skin. "Tell me that you love this- fuck, please say that you love me—”

"I-I... Love you," you stuttered, the words barely able to leave your mouth before he kissed you again, smiling against your lips as if you had screamed it from the rooftops. "I love you Doe Eyes, I love you so much" He mumbled through the kiss, his hips picking up the pace as he drove himself into you with a fervor that bordered on desperation.

Doe Eyes is a pet name he had given you and no matter how much you hated it, hearing it now felt oddly comforting. “S-Sean, I love you too,” you gasped out, your fingernails digging into his shoulder as you teetered on your own orgasm. Grinding your hips up against him in an attempt to make it come sooner, especially when you could feel the way his hips stutter, grip around you tighter than before.

“M’ Gon—Gonna cum,” You whimpered against his lips, tears streaming down your face. And you couldn’t even tell if they were from plain or the overwhelming mix of emotions raging within you.

“Then cum f’ me, show me how much you love me.”

You didn't need any more encouragement. With a broken whimper, you came undone, your entire body tensed around him. Shuddering as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over you. He groaned out your name like a prayer as he found his own release, his movements becoming uncoordinated and erratic. Pulling out just before he came to cover you with his cum, pearly whites decorating the bloody mess your stomach has become.

The ache in your body—part from the rough treatment, part from the bliss of the high—was all-consuming. You couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of satisfaction even as your mind raced with the reality of what had just transpired.

“Look at you,” he murmured, his breath warm against your ear, “so beautiful, so perfect.” He brushed a thumb over the fresh marks he left on your skin, a mix of blood and sweat painting coating his thumb “I should probably get you into a bath now,” He hummed, shifting subjects “Don’t want you to get an infection after all.”

You tried to respond, but the words lodged in your throat, heavy and unyielding. The haze of pleasure lingered like a fog, making it hard to process what had just happened.

“Don’t worry, Doe Eyes,” he whispered, leaning down to press a kiss with a tenderness you weren’t used to against your forehead. “I’ll take care of you.”

[sweetandabitspycho]

Fandom: Grimm

Pairing: Captain Sean Renard x Grimm! Reader

Request; YES

Summary: After Sean gets shot after trying to protect you, a grimm who doesn’t know about him now has to make sure he knows you love him

Warnings: kinda au, female reader.

Ps, first time writing in a bet so sorry if it suck’s donkey dicks. Request are open.

Masterlist

“Please?” It came out no more then a whisper. A soft beg, begging him not to not die. The room was dark. The only light was the monitor that keep reminding her that he was alive.

The only sound was that annoying beeping that in the she loved to hear. It was the only thing that helped her. As she wiped her teary eyes.

She let out a soft breathe before looking up at her love. He still looked as handsome as the day they met.

“Why? Why didn’t you tell me. Please wake up.” She said moving her fingers to his face. Down the jaw she loved to kiss. His cheek. How? How had she not known? She wondered, she was a Grimm after all.

It has been a day since the attack. A day since he took a bullet meant for her. That moment played on repeat in her mind. The look on his face when he lost control and woge and pushed her behind him. When he saw the gun pointed at her. The sound of the gun being fired as his body hit the floor. She grabbed her gun and shoot the man in front of her.

The look on Sean’s face when he saw her as she held him. A light smile appeared on his face when he knew she was safe.

She placed his head in her lap as she begged him not to die. As the tears rolled down her face. Her hands covered in his blood. Trying to keep pressure. His hot sticky blood seeped into her hands.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered, fighting to keep his eyes open. She shook her head. “No.” She kissed his head. “You have nothing to be sorry about.” She says not looking into his eyes. She focused on keeping her hands on his stomach. “I’m the one who is sorry. This is all my fault.” She cried out when he lost consciousness.

Tears rolled down her face as she closed her eyes. Grabbing his hand in hers. Her lips pressed against his hand. Praying to anyone and everyone that he would live.

“Don’t cry.” A voice told her. As she opened her eyes she saw Sean was awake. “Hey handsome.” She said his fingers wrapped around hers before he smiled at her. “You stayed.” He said in a small voice. Shook laced in, as if he really did excepted me to leave him. He looked at me with loving eyes. Before I could say anything the nurses walked in and asked me to leave.

After a hour I was able to go back into the room. Sean was laying down looking at the ceiling. “Why?” It was his turn to ask as he closed him eyes. “Why what?” I asked sitting back in my chair my his bed.

He looked at me. His green eyes staring at me. “Why did you stay?” He asked again. He look at me with confusion. “I love you, Sean Renard. You stayed with me knowing I was a Grimm and you loved me. I love you to much to let you go now.” I said putting my hand on his bed. Looking at him, those green eyes looking at me. “You took a bullet for me, why?” It was my turn.

“I love you. You are the only thing that matters to me.” He said scooting over and pulling me to lay with him. My head on his shoulder. He looked at me for a second before looking at the ceiling again.

“I didn’t want to lose you. I love you to much to let you go. I would give my life over and over for you.” He said as he kissed my head.

“You will never lose me, I love you Sean.” I said kissing his lips. Once we pulled apart I smiled at him before asking him. “So you are half Zauberbiest?” He held me as he explained everything.

Once he was done he looked at me as if to make sure I was still okay with everything. “So you are a prince? That’s awesome!” I said as he held me tighter. “So my prince, how are you feeling?” I asked kissing his shoulder.

“Better with you in my arms.” He smiled at me.

[yourimagines]

Can you do a Sean Strickland smut where reader wakes up to him hump!ng her because he got hard you can do the rest !!

It’s a bit short, I’m sorry

Darling please…

* English is not my first language I apologise

* Gif is not mine

* Triggers; 18+, Smut, Swearing and Fluff

Sean POV

I was still wide awake, staring at the ceiling as my girlfriend y/n was asleep next to me, she was laying on her side, her back was facing me. ‘Beautiful.’ My eyes went over her body, her legs crossed and her ass was slightly covered by the shirt she wore, in fact it’s my white shirt she’s wearing. ‘Fuck…’ I felt my pants tighten as I tried to ignore that horny feeling. ‘It’s too early, I need some sleep.’ I looked away from her and started to think about something else, about something stupid. ‘I really need a break from all of this tho…the media and shit.’ A small noise came out of her, a whimpering noise. I immediately turned my head and looked at her, she was hugging her sheets. ‘Fuck darling.’ Her back was arching a little bit, making her ass popping out. I carefully moved over, my horny brain took over my body and I started to touch her hips. My hands roamed over her body and I slightly raised the shirt back up, revealing her black panties as my hands roamed over them. “Fuck…”

Y/n POV

I felt something heavy on me as I slowly woke up, I tiredly opened my eyes and felt Sean was humping me from behind, his groans and whimpers filled my ears. “Fuck…” he growls softly and moved against my legs. My panties became dampened and I pressed my ass out against him. He moves closer and kisses my neck. “Sean…” I moaned softly out and he grabs my hips, pressing my ass against his fully hard dick. “Oh fuck darling.” His hips moved faster and his dick moved against me. “Let me use you darling…please?” he pleaded as he kept humping me. “You already woken me up, so please do your thing.” He immediately pushed my panties to the side and pushes himself in. He let out a deep groan and moved rapidly in and out of me. He shoved me deeper into the mattress as he starts to go rough and deep with me.

The room was filled with low grunts and soft moans. Sean had a quick pace as he shoves his dick in and out. “Fuck…” his hands squeezed my ass and I moaned against his pillow. “Such a good girl for me….” He grabbed me a bit firmer and pulled my ass a bit up, making me arch my back a bit more. “Sean..!” He hit my g-spot with a rough pace, making my mind go blank. “That’s it baby, let me hear you.” He was relentless with me as he kept fucking me like this, rough and deep. I kept moaning his name over and over again as my face was pressed against his pillow.

I came twice and he just released his cum inside of me. He was out of breath, panting as he lay us on our sides, his dick still buried deep inside of me. “Sorry for waking you up darling.” His hand was tracing my stomach as he placed soft kisses on my shoulder. “It’s okay, you needed some help.” He smiles against my shoulder. “Man how did I deserve this….” I placed my hand on his arm that was wrapped around me, protecting me. “You deserve this Sean.” I said tiredly and yawned. “Are you tired baby?” I nodded and closed my eyes. “It’s okay, I’m here baby, I promise I won’t wake you up again tonight, maybe in the morning.” He joked and kissed my shoulders. “I love you Sean.” I whispered as I slowly drifted away. “I love you darling.”

[robin-writess]

hi I'm the anon that was requesting the Sean thing

it was so late at night I wrote Javier instead of Sean in my request and it became really messy, I'm so sorry. It was all meant to be only about Sean idk why I wrote Javier...

(it's 1am rn it's again - really late, I'm sorry if the things I write make no sense, I'm struggling😭)

Ohh okay! Don’t worry I do the same thing sometimes😭😭 also I am so very sorry for the long wait!! Please forgive me if this is bad I really hope you like it !!

🎀Sean x Fem!Reader ; ‘you’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen’🎀

• summary : You and Sean were invited to go with Dutch to a fancy party in Saint Denis, in which you’ll need to dress real fancy and nice. The whole reason y’all went was to find job opportunities, but Sean couldn’t concentrate on his main goal during all this, he’s too busy drooling over you.

“Come on!” You hear Dutch yell, “if we’re gonna make it to this party we sure as shit better clean up a little.”

You take that as your cue to get ready as you head toward the old, decaying house to get dressed. Around ten minutes later, you walk out in a beautiful long, flowy dress (something like this, or this), your hair done beautifully and your makeup so stunning.

Dutch and Sean stand near the stagecoach as they wait for you. “Ah there she is,” Dutch says as he stops talking to Sean and looks over at you, “you ready?”

“Yep, all set.” You say as he helps you up into the coach.

The two men follow behind you and take their seats.

“Now what were you saying Sean?” Asks Dutch.

“Uh- I uh.. can’t remember,” Sean stutters, causing Dutch to stare at him in silence before looking over at you and back to Sean with a knowing look.

There’s a smirk on his face as he chuckles, “well anyways, about this party…..”

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The coach comes to a stop as you’ve finally arrived. One by one you all step out and start making your way towards the entrance, handing all your weapons to the guard before entering.

“Sean, you do your thing,” Dutch says under his breath so only you and Sean can hear, “go talk to people, try to get as much information as you can. Y/n, you too.”

“Yes sir,” you both say in unison.

Stepping out onto the balcony, you see Bronte and a few other men. “Ah, the angry cowboys, you’ve arrived!” He says, “and you’ve washed!”

You take in your surroundings, hearing the sounds of people chatting and laughing together, music playing, and smelling the fresh air. You look around at all the fancy decor, the well dressed men and women in the crowd, but the feeling of someone watching you brings you back to reality. You see Sean eyeing you up and down from the corner of your eye.

‘That’s a little odd..’ you think to yourself, ‘he isn’t usually this quiet.’

“This is quite a party you’ve invited us to,” Dutch smiles and shakes Bronte’s hand. “Yes, quite something..” he replies.

The Italian man starts rambling on about the mayor, the natives, a major in the war and his young wife. It starts to bore you, you grow weary of the fake smile plastered across your face.

“Y/n,” Sean whispers, “I think we should get going.”

You nod in response. “We’ll be on our way sir,” you say to Bronte before going down to join the party with Sean.

Of course you still see that Sean’s attention is all on you as you make your way toward the crowd of people.

“Is there something on my face?” You ask, “something wrong with my dress or something? You’ve been staring at me the whole time Sean.”

“N-no there’s nothing wrong with your dress,” Sean nervously says, “and there’s nothing on your face.”

“Then what?” You chuckle.

“Uhm..” before Sean could even get his sentence out you all hear a loud noise, followed by “ooh”s and “wow”s from the crowd.

You both look up and see the most beautiful colors exploding in the sky, it’s like nothing you’ve seen before. It puts a huge smile on your face.

“Sean, look it’s so pretty!” You smile brightly at him before turning your attention back to the sky.

“You’re so pretty…” Sean says, not taking his eyes off of you despite the rare sight in front of him.

“Huh..?” You turn back to him, your smile faded into a confused look.

“Y/n, you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen..” Sean starts, “especially tonight.. you look so pretty in that dress, your eyes are so stunning I just get lost in them every time you look at me.”

You feel your face heat up as he says all this. “Woah Sean, that was so random… are you serious?” You ask.

“I mean it.” He says.

You’re speechless. Did Sean really just say all of that to you?

“Sean I-” he cuts you off, his lips press against yours and his hand caressing your cheek.

“I love you, y/n…” Sean says as he pulls away.

“I-I love you too Sean…” you stare deep in his eyes, still at a loss for words.

[orphicrose]

I love love love your recent fic so amazing!! Just kinda got me thinking what about Sean x best friend reader, two peas in a pot, made for each other bur also kinda complete opposites. I think about "till the end of the line" from the musical the theory of relativity. When separated the two of them are complete opposites but when together they have the best time etc. And Sean meeting the reader randomly, maybe because he heard someone use the reader's last name and it's just a really unique lastname so he kinda knew it was his best friend. And obviously he bring his friend back to camp. The reader would be really smart and maybe actually a good shot but rather quiet and always stand behind Sean in any social interaction. Thinking about "excuse me he asked for no pickels"

Anyway, i hope you can understand what i mean, have a great day

Brothers in Arms (Sean x Male!Reader)

W/C: 1.4K

Summary: Sean and reader are platonic soulmates, meeting after sean gets lost. He returns the favor when Y/n is kidnapped by the pinkertons.

Note: This is very short, and I honestly didn't have a straight idea for this one since I've never written for Sean before. But i tried my best! I do apologies if its nothing that you had in mind.

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"A lively one you are, eh?" A soft chuckle echoed next to him. Guns out at the ready as they hid in an alley. Away from the law. "Shut up" Y/n bit back at the firey Irishman.

The annoying man was about to open his gob again before y/n slapped a hand over it, steadying their breathing as a police officer walked passed. A sigh of relief left y/n's lips as they went unnoticed.

"If we are going to make it out alive, you are going to need to be quiet, yeah?" Sean nodded in response, pulling y/n's hand away from his mouth.

They made their escape, running from the alley through the streets of blackwater. Making their way to the horses hitched up to a lamppost, and rode like their lives depended on it. Because it did.

"What's you're name then?" Seans voice echoed over the hooves hitting the ground.

"Y/n! I'm taking it you're name is Sean?" He shouted back

"How did you know?" Sean chuckled as he caught up to him.

"Because the Butcher you were robbing from seemed to think you were a regular in there. Did your parents never tell you not to rob the same place twice?"

Their horses began to slow to a trot as they got further away from the area, coming up to tall trees now.

"Did your parents never tell you not to interfere with someone elses robbery?" Sean's horse bumped into y/n's.

"You were doing a poor job. Someone had to help you." The two laughed, finally lightening up from the mess they left a mile behind them. "Where are we going anyhow?"

"My temporary camp at this abandoned shack i found. It's not far." The reins on Sean's horse were raised, and smacked back down. Picking up the pace again, but only lasting for a few minutes before he halted abruptly outside a small wooden home.

"Temporary?" Y/n continued the conversation, now dismounting the horse and hitching it up to a tree.

"Lost me posse. Don't ask me how, but I know they are around here somewhere." He opened the door of his home and invited the man in, sitting himself down on the only chair in the building.

"Uh huh"

"So for now, I'm stuck ere. " Sean motioned around him, pulling out his gun and inspecting it closely. A shot of spit came from his mouth, as he used it to clean his gun with his sleeve. "If you help me find them, I'll reward yous"

"What? With meat that I just helped you steal?"

"No no no, you could join us. We need the numbers"

Y/n scoffed, leaning against a table. "Yeah, we will see."

"So you'll help?"

It wasn't hard to find them. They were a pretty large group, camped out in the middle of New Austin. Y/n found it quite funny as to how much Sean struggled. Their friendship grew rather fast, just clicking. Almost the same person split into two bodies. Dutch was hesitant to let him join, only because he didn't know how he could function with another Sean. But he allowed it. And everyone ended up adoring y/n. They are only an issue when they are actively with the Irishman.

Months passed after Sean was successfully reunited with the Van Der Linde's. But a boat heist in Blackwater split everyone up again. The gang making their way to colter, leaving Sean in the custody of the pinkertons. And y/n? No one knew where they managed to crawl off to. No one even knew if they survived the raid.

Dutch's survivors eventually made their way to horse-shoe overlook. A cozy little spot along the valentine cliff side, overlooking the streams and grassland. Finally on their feet enough to win Sean back, literally. Fighting head on with the detective agency, a risky task to follow through with. But they were successful, somehow. And Sean was back, safe and sound with his friends. Except one. The irishman refused to celebrate their small victory, till y/n was found.

"We don't even know if he survived sean" Arthurs voice raised to an annoyed tone. Not ever hearing the end of it.

"And if he is, we are just gonna leave him? What if hes hurt, huh?" Sean was reloading his rifle, and gathering a group of his things. Ready for the journey ahead. "Yous risked your life for me, why am i not allowed to do the same?"

Arthur remained quiet, looking at his feet and sighing. Then moving out the way of him. "Fina..." He grumbled. "But you're not going by yourself..."

"Why not?" "Because you'll get yourself killed" Arthur hoisted himself onto his brawny horse. "Charles! Lenny! We got something we need to do" He called out, the two men responding rather fast.

Sean felt a weight lifting off his shoulders as they all mounted their horses. The two agreeing to the task at hand. Clearly bored of lazing about camp for a while.

The group of four trailed their way along the coast of West Elizabeth. When it was clear of bounty hunters, they crossed. Caution with every trot. Sean led them deep into tall trees, confusing the group.

"Blackwaters that way" Lenny pointed East, Charles giving him a look of 'i don't know'.

"If he's alive, there is one place he will be" Sean's voice was the most serious he had ever been. Coming up to a small cabin isolated by a beautiful lake, surrounded by a blanket of leaves and sheltered trees.

"Y/n!" Sean repeated, jumping from the stallion and busting into the home, shoulder first. The other men heard laughter following the loud bang. "I knew it! Yous owe me!" They heard from inside.

"We saved your life, I think that's enough boy" Arthur shook his head, finding the enthusiastic Sean holding Y/n in a tight embrace. Y/n wincing in pain as his arms suffocated him.

"C'mon Sean, you're hurting him" Arthur pulled him away, surveying the injured man. "Y'alright, y/n?"

He nodded, gripping at his leg.

The group dragged the injured y/n back to camp, returning to a very warm welcome and open arms. Patting him on the back as he hobbled over to the medical cart.

"What did they do to ya?" Sean was rushing up behind y/n, chasing for answers.

Y/n winced as he perched on a barel, Susan tending to the gaping wound on his leg. "The same thing that happened to you, looking at the gaps in your teeth" Y/n managed to sneak out a forced laugh, pointing at his mouth. Sean scoffed and folded his arms.

"Leave me teeth alone you bastard" He took a seat next to his friend, smacking his leg to cause him some pain.

"We missed ya here"

"You mean you missed me here?"

A few days had passed since the safe return of y/n, and they seemed to become a lot more talkative with the other members of the group. More friendly. They had always kept to themselves, other than with Sean. But the near death experience, and the group risking their lives for him, gave him a new respect for his new family. A new sense of confidence that his life had meaning to others as well as him.

"Hows ya gammy leg?" Sean playfully pocked the barrel of his shotgun into y/n's back, unloaded of course. Y/n swatted at him, and turned back to his view of the muddy lake in front of their camp.

"Better, I can walk just fine now"

"Good, good" Sean took in the same view before speaking again. "Cause Mary-Beth has a coach tip.."

"There it is" Y/n throws an accusing look towards him.

"Theres what?" "The thing that you want from me"

"I just think getting out would be good for you!" Sean put his arms up in defence.

"Yeahh yeah, getting out and helping your sorry arse." Y/n struggled a little to find his way to his feet.

"C'mon gammy leg. You're such a better shot than me"

"I didn't say no, did i?"

[jewels-writes]

how i think rdr2 characters would cuddle with you

Arthur Morgan

You and Arthur Morgan had been riding through the wilderness for days on end, the long hours on horseback leaving both of you weary and sore. As night fell and the temperatures began to drop, you both decided to make camp and rest for the night.

You nestled into your bedroll, wrapping yourself up in your blankets as tightly as you could. But despite your best efforts, the cold still seemed to seep through, leaving you shivering and unable to sleep.

Arthur noticed your discomfort and immediately took action. He gathered up the extra blankets from your packs and wrapped them around you, creating a cocoon of warmth.

"Better?" he asked, sitting down next to you.

You nodded, feeling the warmth begin to seep into your bones. "Thanks, Arthur," you murmured, snuggling closer to him.

Arthur wrapped an arm around you, pulling you close. You rested your head on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart.

As the fire flickered beside you, you felt your eyes begin to droop. You fought to stay awake, wanting to savor every moment of this quiet, peaceful moment with Arthur.

But eventually, your exhaustion won out and you drifted off to sleep.

Arthur continued to hold you, his fingers running gently through your hair as he watched over you. He couldn't help but smile as he looked down at you, the soft glow of the fire casting a warm light across your face.

"Sleep tight, darlin'," he whispered, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "I've got you."

He settled back against his bedroll, holding you close as he drifted off to sleep himself, determined to keep you safe and warm throughout the night.

John Marston

You and John Marston have been riding hard all day, chasing down a band of bandits who had stolen some valuable supplies from the camp. The chase has taken you through rough terrain and you are both tired and aching. As the sun starts to set, you make camp for the night.

John gathers some firewood and starts a small fire while you set up the bedrolls. Once everything is ready, you both sit by the fire and enjoy a simple meal of beans and cornbread. After dinner, John pulls out a bottle of whiskey and offers you a drink.

You take a small sip, savoring the warmth as it spreads through your body. You and John talk for a while, reminiscing about old times and discussing the plans for the next few days. As the night grows darker, the temperature drops and you start shivering.

John notices and pulls you close to him, wrapping his arms around you. You lean into him, feeling the warmth of his body seep into yours. You close your eyes, taking deep breaths and enjoying the feeling of his strong arms around you.

As you start to drift off, you feel John's grip tighten and his body tense up. You hear him whisper your name softly, and you open your eyes to see his worried expression.

"Hey, you alright? You're shaking." He asks, concern evident in his voice.

You nod, but the shivers continue and your eyes start to close again. John realizes that you are falling asleep and starts to panic. He knows that if you fall asleep, there is a risk that you might slip into hypothermia.

John starts rubbing your arms and legs, trying to stimulate circulation and generate heat. He even starts to hum a tune softly, hoping to keep you awake. He tries talking to you, telling stories and cracking jokes, hoping to keep you engaged.

As time passes, you feel yourself getting warmer and more comfortable. You sink deeper into John's embrace, feeling safe and secure. Eventually, you fall asleep, your head resting on his chest.

John continues to hold you close, making sure you stay warm and safe through the night. He brushes your hair softly and whispers words of comfort, wishing that he could protect you from all harm.

As the first light of dawn breaks through the darkness, John carefully shifts you onto the bedroll and covers you with a blanket. He watches you sleep for a while longer, his heart full of love and concern.

He knows that you are strong and capable, but in that moment, he feels a deep sense of responsibility towards you. He vows to always be there for you, to protect and care for you no matter what challenges lie ahead.

Dutch Van der Linde

You and Dutch sat on a couch in front of the fireplace, wrapped in blankets as a blizzard raged outside. The storm had forced you both to take shelter in a cabin deep in the mountains.

As you sat there, you felt the warmth of the fire and the comfort of Dutch's arms around you. You leaned into him, feeling his chest rise and fall with each breath. The sound of the howling wind outside only made you appreciate the safety and warmth of the cabin even more.

As the night went on, you began to feel tired, your eyes growing heavy. You let out a soft yawn and snuggled closer to Dutch, resting your head on his chest. His arms tightened around you, holding you close.

You felt yourself drifting off to sleep, feeling safe and content in Dutch's embrace. But before you fully succumbed to sleep, you felt Dutch shift beneath you. He gently lifted you in his arms and carried you to the bed in the small room, tucking you in and making sure you were comfortable.

Once he was sure you were settled, he returned to the couch, sitting quietly and watching over you as you slept. He didn't want to disturb your rest, but he couldn't help but feel a sense of protectiveness towards you.

As the night wore on, Dutch stayed awake, keeping watch over you as the storm outside raged on. The only sounds were the crackling of the fire and the occasional howl of the wind. But with you sleeping soundly in the next room, Dutch felt at peace. He knew that as long as you were safe and comfortable, everything else could wait until morning.

Sadie Adler

You and Sadie had always been close. You both had experienced loss and pain in your lives and had bonded over that. One night, you found yourselves cuddling together by the campfire. Sadie had her arms around you, and you were resting your head on her chest.

As you relaxed into her embrace, you could feel her fingers softly running through your hair. You closed your eyes and listened to the sound of her heartbeat, which was steady and calming. The warmth from the fire and Sadie's body made you feel safe and at ease.

Gradually, you began to drift off to sleep. Your breathing became slow and even, and you felt yourself sinking deeper into Sadie's embrace. She noticed your breathing change and held you closer, making sure you were comfortable.

Once she was sure you were fast asleep, Sadie carefully shifted her weight and reached for a blanket, tucking it around you both. She then rested her chin on top of your head and closed her eyes, enjoying the peace and tranquility of the moment.

In the quiet of the night, Sadie thought about all the hardships and struggles she had faced in her life. She was grateful to have found a friend like you, someone who understood her pain and could offer comfort in times of need.

As the night wore on, Sadie stayed awake, keeping watch over you and the camp. She felt a sense of protectiveness over you, wanting to make sure nothing would harm you while you slept.

When the first light of dawn started to appear in the sky, Sadie knew it was time to wake you up. She gently shook you awake and helped you sit up, making sure you were fully alert before letting you go.

As you stood up and stretched your limbs, you felt a sense of warmth and gratitude towards Sadie. You knew that she would always have your back, no matter what challenges lay ahead. And as you looked into her eyes, you knew that your bond would only grow stronger with time.

Lenny Summers

You and Lenny have been spending a lot of time together lately, both on and off the battlefield. Tonight, after a long day of fighting, the two of you find yourselves lying together on a bedroll, cuddled up under a blanket. The warmth of his body against yours is comforting, and you feel safe in his arms.

As you start to drift off to sleep, Lenny whispers sweet nothings in your ear, his breath warm against your skin. You snuggle closer to him, feeling his arms wrap tighter around you. His fingers trace lazy circles on your back, soothing you into a state of relaxation.

As you start to fall asleep, you feel Lenny's lips press against your forehead. "Goodnight, my love," he whispers. "Sleep well."

You dream of nothing but peace and comfort, nestled in Lenny's arms. You're unaware of the passage of time until you start to stir, feeling Lenny's gentle movements as he shifts his weight. You slowly open your eyes to see him watching you, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

"You're awake," he says softly, his voice low and soothing. "How are you feeling?"

You stretch lazily in his arms, feeling your muscles unwind. "Better now," you murmur, snuggling closer to him. "What time is it?"

Lenny glances over at his pocket watch. "It's early yet," he says. "We've got a few more hours before we have to get up."

You smile sleepily, feeling content in his arms. "Good," you say. "I don't want to move just yet."

Lenny chuckles softly, the sound rumbling through his chest. "That's fine by me," he says, wrapping his arms around you once again. "We can just stay like this for a while longer."

Kieran Duffy

You and Kieran had been spending more time together lately, getting to know each other better and enjoying each other's company. One evening, after a long day of riding and hunting, the two of you found yourselves curled up together by the campfire, enjoying the warmth and the quiet of the night.

As you snuggled up next to him, Kieran wrapped his arms around you, holding you close. His warmth was comforting, and you couldn't help but relax in his embrace. You talked for a while, sharing stories and laughter, but eventually, the conversation trailed off, and you both fell into a comfortable silence.

As the fire crackled and popped, you began to feel drowsy, your eyelids getting heavy. Kieran noticed and pulled you even closer, placing a gentle kiss on the top of your head. You let out a contented sigh, feeling safe and loved in his arms.

As you drifted off to sleep, Kieran continued to hold you, running his fingers through your hair and whispering sweet nothings in your ear. He watched you sleep, taking in every detail of your peaceful face, and feeling grateful to have you in his life.

When he was sure you were sound asleep, Kieran carefully adjusted himself so that he could lie down next to you, still holding you close. He pulled the blanket up over the two of you, snuggling in for the night.

As he drifted off to sleep, Kieran couldn't help but smile, feeling lucky to have found someone as special as you. He promised himself that he would do everything in his power to keep you safe and happy, and to cherish every moment he spent with you.

Sean Macguire

You and Sean have been traveling together for a while now. The two of you have shared some great adventures, but tonight feels different. As you both sit by the campfire, Sean seems to be a little quieter than usual. He stares into the flames as if deep in thought.

After a while, he turns to you with a small smile on his face. "Come here," he says, holding out his arms.

Without a second thought, you snuggle up to him. His strong arms wrap around you, and you feel his warmth radiating against your back. You rest your head on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart.

As you lay there, feeling safe and loved, you start to feel yourself drifting off to sleep. You fight against it, not wanting to ruin the moment, but your body betrays you. Your breathing evens out, and you slip into a deep sleep.

Sean notices your change in breathing and smiles softly. He presses a gentle kiss to your forehead before carefully shifting your weight so he can lie down on his back with you snuggled against him. He adjusts the blankets so they cover you both, keeping you warm in the cool night air.

He stays awake for a while longer, enjoying the peaceful moment with you. He listens to the sounds of nature around them, and he thinks about how much you mean to him. As he starts to drift off to sleep, he holds you closer, never wanting to let you go.

Charles Smith

You and Charles had been on the road for days, traveling through the harsh winter weather. You were both exhausted, but finally found a moment of peace in the warmth of the cabin you had rented for the night.

As you settled into Charles' arms, you could feel the tension and weariness melting away. He held you tightly, his large hands rubbing soothing circles into your back as you snuggled closer to him.

The sound of his heartbeat lulled you into a state of comfort and relaxation, and before you knew it, you were fast asleep in his embrace.

Charles didn't want to disturb your slumber, but he couldn't help the smile that spread across his face as he looked down at you. He gently stroked your hair and placed a soft kiss on your forehead.

He held you close all through the night, letting you sleep peacefully in his arms. As the sun began to rise, he carefully shifted you so he could stand up, being careful not to wake you.

He carried you over to the bed, laying you down and tucking you in with the blankets. Charles sat beside you, watching you sleep with a content expression on his face.

Eventually, you began to stir, and he smiled down at you, whispering sweet nothings and asking if you had slept well.

You nodded sleepily, snuggling up to him once more as he held you close. Together, you watched the sunrise, enjoying the warmth and comfort of each other's embrace.

[mushrubes]

My time

Masterlist | Red dead redemption masterlist |

Requested : no

Based on character ai { Sean macguire by @/addynot}

Pairing : Sean Macguire x reader

Pronouns : you/yours

Type : fluff

Word count : 606

Warnings : friends to lovers, mutual pinning, slightly ooc <3

Have a great day !! <3

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“Jesus!” Sean let out a loud groan of pain, clenching his teeth as you brushed through his knotted ginger hair. “Can’t ya be any more gentle with that?” He whined, his face scrunched and contorted with pain. You simply rolled your eyes. Sean could be quite the crybaby. You both knew he needed this, though. God forbid he ever took care of his hair. "Stop being so dramatic, Sean!" You groaned, carrying on brushing it through his hair, being extra careful to get the knots out. “I’m just sayin’!” He protested weakly. “That hurts, Ruby!” He winced, but the look in his eyes held something different; something tender. He seemed to enjoy the fact that you were brushing his hair. It seemed…intimate somehow. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I just..I'm trying to help." You sighed, doing it slower.

“Nah, it’s fine. Don’t worry about it.” He chuckled weakly. “Jus’ be a little gentler, aye?” Sean glanced at you. “I have a sensitive scalp.” Sean smiled sweetly, his hair looking much softer and clean now. "Surely it feels better, no?" You asked genuinely, running my fingers through the soft strands. “Yeah.” He smiled, running his hand through his clean hair. “Feels nice, actually. Thank ya.”Sean’s eyes lingered on you as he smiled warmly. He moved in closer, until he was only inches away. “It feels nice having someone that close… brushing my hair.” His tone made it clear that he wasn’t talking about his hair. "All you have to do is ask." You reminded, smiling gently at him, finishing getting the last tangle out.

“I know.” He leaned in even closer, his eyes never leaving yours. “I just wanted to take the chance to be near ya.” Sean suddenly grabbed your face, kissing your lips passionately. He held the kiss for a moment, pulling away slowly. When he did, he looked down at you with a sheepish grin. "You're a fool." you teased playfully, giggling as you wrapped my arms around his neck. “Only for you.” He mumbled, resting his head on yours. He looked down at you lovingly, his eyes staring deeply into your own. Sean slowly reached to rub your back, running a soft thumb over your skin. He leaned down, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead. "damn right Macguire." you smiled, poking his chest softly. Sean snickered, poking you back. He moved into your lap, wrapping his arms around your waist. He nuzzled his nose into your neck, kissing it lightly. “You wanna go see a show later?” His tone was soft and almost playful. He nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck again, rubbing his stubble up against your skin.

"The one in Valentine? or Saint Denis?" you grinned, pressing kisses to his jaw. “The one in Saint Denis. I don’t think the gang would appreciate me and you seeing a show in Valentine's.” Sean kissed the spot where his hands rested, his face nuzzled into your neck. He looked up, flashing you a devilish smile with his signature crooked, red grin. “Wanna go to a bar too?” His tone had that same playful nature from before, but this time there was an undertone of something else. Something… smoky and seductive. "Is it gonna end up with us going to a hotel?" you smirked, hands running up and down his chest. “Maybe.” Sean smirked right back, his hands lightly cupping your waist. He looked into your eyes, his voice still playful and almost mischievous. “But I promise, I’ll make it worth your time if it does.” he reassured, face tinted almost as if he was blushing.

"You're always worth my time."

[gimme-your-bones]

You're not alone

there's bugs in your eyebrows

[voids420]

Should I broaden out who I write for? I was thinking like markiplier, crankgameplays (ethan), and Jack if it's not against their boundaries!

[rina3405]

Guys I need more Sean contents :(( why aren’t there many fanfics about Aisha manhwa, I seriously need xreader fics with Sean 😭😭🙏🙏

MASTERLIST;

(the empty selections are an overlook on what and who i will write for in the future)

last updated: 08/31/24

kpop (which i doubt would ever have other groups incl other than svt)

svt:

yjh

• mon ange analogique

• from the start

manhwa

wind breaker:

vinny hong

• imperfectionist (on-going) - 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9

• when vinny misses you, he...

AISHA/ayeshah's secret:

anime

bungou stray dogs:

vanitas no carte:

moriarty the patriot:

NANA:

ren honjo

she says, “babe, you look so cool.”

films/books/series:

percy jackson:

reign:

mcu:

ultraman: rising:

• untitled drabble rival! ken sato x reader

• love marks & battle scars (on-going) - 1 | 2 | 3

games/audio & visual novels:

tears of themis:

resident evil:

love & deepspace:

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[sweetandabitspycho]

Sean Renard X F!Reader

Warning; fighting, bad writing, light cursing.

I made them ex lovers, it worked better with what I had in mind i hope you don’t mind. I hope you like it. Let me know if you want a part two. Feedback is always appreciated even if you hate it, I can rewrite it. ☺️

Part 2

I stood behind Hank as he explained what happened to the captain only talking when asked a question about the case. It was a Hexenbiests who killed her ex lover after she broke up with her. Hank explained everything but that part. I’m sure he would once they where alone.

I know about the Wesen. I knew about my former lover. The half Zauberbiest prince, who I once called mine. Well before I ghosted him. I wondered if it was all just apart of his “evil plan” as Roe put it.

I felt his green eyes staring a hole through me. I stared blankly at him. I remembered the time where I would blush when he would do that. When he would stare at me with “love” in his eyes. Hank said something to grab his attention again.

I stopped listening a bit ago. I can’t stand to hear the voice I once loved to hear. But now it only angered me.

Once Hank was do we where about to leave when he asked me to say behind. “Is everything alright?” Sean asked looking concerned. I wonder if it was genuine or not. “Of course, sir.” I said coldly. He looked a little hurt with my answer. “You seem,” he started before I interrupted. “Seem what?” I demanded, venom laced with my words, taking him by surprise. “You seem mad at me.” He looked even more confused.

“Why should I be?” I said my anger I couldn’t control. I don’t know if it’s because I am hurt by the fact I could just be a pawn, pissed he tried to hurt everyone, or both. All i know is I have never wanted to hit someone more then now.

“No. And I’m not sure why you would be.” He said getting more annoyed with this conversation. At me. I can’t blame him. This is what I want him to feel. How I feel. I am scared of what he can do, but I’m this moment I don’t care.

Apart of me wants to believe that he does love me, but a big part thinks that he just used me. “Anything else?” I said putting my hands on my hips. His eyes darken in anger. “No. Close the door.” He said, voice laced with so much anger it scared me a little but I didn’t let him know that.

Once I was back at my desk Hank walked to me making sure I was okay. I put on a happy smile before I said my good byes and good nights to everyone and heading home.

I just got dressed from my shower went a knock came from my door. Went I opened it I was shocked. “Captain?” I asked looking at him. He was dressed in a white button up and black jacket instead of his normal fancy suit.

I stood in the door way blocking him from coming in. “What’s wrong damn it?” He started moving closer to me. “You have been giving me the cold shoulder for weeks what’s wrong? Why are you calling me “captain” instead of my names?” He asked angrily I have never seen him so mad before.

“First, nothing is wrong. Second, you are my captain NOTHING else.” I said matching his anger. “Let me in and explain. We where great. Amazing. Now you are giving me the silent treatment for a reason I don’t know.” He said and I did. I shouldn’t have but I did. I let him in.

He closed the door and took a moment to breath before he started talking again. “What happened? What did I do?” He moved closer to me. So close I could kiss or slap him. “You decided it would be a good idea to all most kill my friends. You decided you would use me. YOU decided YOU wouldn’t tell me “hey might sound crazy but I’m half Zauberbiest, OH and a PRINCE!” I screamed. I let it all out. He was shocked and backed up a little but i stepped forward for each step he took backwards.

“You know?” Asked he asked in a small whisper. “NO THANKS TO YOU!” I scream again. “You are made at me for being “cold” but guess what?” I screamed again. “ WHY CARE? Why the fuck do you care, you selfish ass.” I said taken a breath before saying something that I knew I might regret if he didn’t. “did you even love me? It was that a lie?”

He tried to touch me but I backed up. “Of course I do.” He said hurt. “How do I know you aren’t lying. You are pretty damn good at lying.” I said with as much venom I could. “Damn will you just listen.” He said before he did something I never thought he would do. He woges.

I jump back. Trying not to cry and trying my best not to show how scared I really was. I realized how big I just fucked up. He could kill me. Would he even care. He changed back. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” He keep repeating, “I’m not going to hurt you. I would never hurt you.” He said as if on a loop. He tried to step closer but I backed away I looked down the hall, if I needed to I could run to my room and get my gun.

“Get out please.” I said focusing my voice not to crack. He nodded. But before he left he turned back. “Okay.” Was all he said before leaving.

TIME SKIP

It has been four weeks since Sean and I fought. I have been completely avoiding him. I let Hank or Nick talk to him about the case. I haven’t told them about us, so it has been tricky to avoid him so much. Which he has tried more then once to talk to me.

He has been sweet to me when I wasn’t lucky enough to avoid him. He has sent flowers to my home with notes that I haven’t read. But keep them.

I was laying in the couch when I heard I knock on the door. I opened it only to see Sean with a box of pizza. “I’m sorry.” Was all he said, for a moment. “Can I come in and talk to you. If you want me to leave for good I will. We can still work together but I won’t bug you.” He said with a small smile. I thought about it.

It would be nice to know, plus he will respect my decision. “Okay, only if you are completely honest with me.” I said opening the door all the way. “About everything no lying.” He nodded his head. I sat on the couch as he stood in front of me. The pizza on the coffee table.

After about an hour he explained that his mom and dad had an affair and how him and his mom were hunted by the royals. I wanted to hug him. “I am so sorry I scared you. I never wanted todo that. I know I have done horrible things but I want to be a better man for you.” He said kneeling in front of me.

I rubbed his cheeks and looked into the damn green eyes that I fell for. He smiled softly. “How about we start over? You take me on a date and we start over in a honest relationship?” I asked before he kissed me. “Yes, please. I love you please never forget that.” He said kissed my head. “I’m so sorry I scared you, I’ll never do that again.” He said before adding, “how about we eat pizza and watch that show you are always talking about?”

[yourimagines]

Smut with Sean reader riding him or something while praising him for how good he did in his fight with Costa

here we go

Good job

*english is not my first language I apologise

*Triggers: 18+, Smut, Swearing, fluff

Y/N POV

Sean was on fire tonight as he was fighting Costa. He was inform and looked good as he threw a few good combos. "Come on Sean." I yelled as Sean got hit. "He's okay Y/N." My best friend said as Sean recovered and started to attack again. "I know..."

He just won and I was so proud of him. "That's my man." I said proudly as he got the belt wrapped around his waist. "Go to your man y/n, go congratulate him." My best friend said as she playfully hit my shoulder. "I will." I laughed and made my way over to Sean, who was already celebrating with his team.

"You did so good Sean." I said happily as I followed him to his locker room. "This one is for you baby." He cheeky smiled at me and opened the door for me. "That's sweet of you." He just shrugged and walked immediately into the showers. "I'll be ready in a min, I really need to shower." The water turned on and I sat down on one of the benches. “Do you want to go out or just chilling in our hotel room?” I asked him as I took my phone out of my bag. “Hotel!”

We went back to our hotel room and he dumped his bag on the ground. I placed my bag on the table as Sean sat down in the chair with a big sigh. “What’s wrong?” He just shrugged and rub his beaten up hands over his face. I walked over and carefully sat down in his lap. “Sean…what’s wrong?” I lay my hands on his chest as he just shook his head. “I won but man I was so fucking bad tonight.” He looked defeated and even a little bit upset. “What? Bad? Sean you won, you’re still the champ, you’re my champ.” I softly ran my hands over his white shirt as he looked away, ashamed.

Sean POV

Her soft hands moved over my chest, looking lovingly at me. “Let me take care of you.” She whispered as she started to leave a few soft kisses in my neck. My hands traveled to her hips and lightly squeezed her, letting her know she can do the fuck she wants. Her hands traveled a bit more down and pulled my shirt up. “Let’s take this off.” I chuckled and helped her to take my shirt off. “Now what baby.” I threw my shirt to the side and took a good look at her. “Be patient Sean, like I said I’m going to take care of you.” She playfully slapped my chest. “Don’t fucking tease me, otherwise I fucking stop this.” She just smiled and placed a sweet kiss on my lips. “Don’t worry, I know what my champ needs.”

She undressed herself slowly and moved her left hand down to my hard dick. "Let me ride you champ." I smiled at her and relaxed my back against the wall. "Then ride me baby." My hands moved slowly over her hips as she moved a bit around to pull her panties down. "I will." Her soft lips briefly ghosted over my ear as she whispered into them. "Fuck.."

Y/N POV

He was getting impatient as he helped me to sit down on him. "Ahh fuck baby." He softly groaned as I sat down on his hard dick. "You like that my champ?" I felt his dick twitching inside of me as I called out for him. "Yeah, such a good girl for me." A small blush appeared on my cheeks as he just called me a good girl. "Move for me princess." I moved my hands back up to his shoulders and started to move slowly up and down, making him groan and squeezing my hips.

I was bouncing on him as he was grabbing my hips firmly. "You did so good Sean, like a real champ." I playfully bit his earlobe and let out a soft moan as he grabbed my ass. "S-so good Sean." I felt him gently biting down on my shoulders as I kept whispering sweet praises into his right ear. "Princess." He moaned and squeezed into my ass as I was trying to make him cum. "Come for me baby, you deserved it."

Sean POV

She drove me crazy with her sweet voice whispering into my ears, Her sweet soft kisses and playful bites into my skin. "Sean....cum inside please." She was holding me firmly by my shoulders as she was bouncing on me. "I will." My voice sounded a bit raspy and pulled her firmly down on me as I loaded my cum inside of her. "Fuck princess." I smiled at her as she hide her head against my neck. "I love you Sean." I gently rolled us over and smiled down at her. "I love you y/n." I wiped away some sweat from her forehead and felt my dick was getting hard again. "Let me take care of my sweet girl."

[cosmicschmidt]

I need him (inside of me)

[orphicrose]

My sweet sweet boy Sean did nothing wrong, ever, we neeeeed more of him in the fanfic world, yo could you please write Sean x reader who's rich. We know this man hates the rich, but what if the gang meets someone who's really fucking rich who also helps people. They get wind of some rich person in a town not too far away, and obviously they think it's some old mean man, who exploits other, but that's far far far from the thruth. Like people in the town are actually praising the reader for the work they have done, the way the town improved, less criminals etc. And when the gang goes to meet the reader they find out that they never wanted to have this much money and the try to get rid of it in a way that helps others because it would be a waste if some criminals just stole it, but somehow whenever they find a good cause they can spend their money on and just put out as much money as possible, it ends up making them more profit, and the reader just wants a simple live and go on some adventure etc. , yk?

I know this is a strange idea I was just thinking. And Sean kinda falling for the reader because of their kind heart, i just love loverboy Sean wo much

Kiss the girl (Sean X FemReader)

A/N : I love love love this idea so much! I did my best to give this idea justice as it gave me so much inspiration so thank you. Sorry if the ending seems rushed. I am accepting constructive crisicism <3

Summary : Y/n was lucky enough to have been born into a wealthy family, but that money was tainted by her ancestors sins. To make up for it, she tries her best to give to the community. This attracted the attention of a opportunity hungry gang, pleasantly surprised when she turns out to be a pure soul willing to help.

Words : 3.8K

Warnings : Minor gore

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Saint Denis was riddled with rich trash, and not so subtle exploitation of the working class. It was no surprise when Dutch's Posse received word of a possible job there. Many, in fact. But none caught their eyes so much as Y/n's did. Her last name was deceiving when her first name was unknown. The family name. Dutch assumes it was some rich family on the edge of the city. "Done some unholy things to achieve that amount of money, i assume" He chuckled to himself, twiddling his mustache as Hosea and Sean sit in, listening to his debriefing.

Y/n was wealthy, alright. But it was never the life she wanted. That money was tainted, blood money. Dutch was right. Her family had a red stained passed surrounding their riches, and y/n hated it. When her family were away on business trips she did her utmost best to spend it. Whether it was giving to a homeless man, a charity. Or donating to help build the new church. Anything positive to benefit the community around her just to rid herself of those coins. But to her dismay, it only grew her family name. She was respected. Loved. Y/n despised the positive charm she had given her name, given her family history. She felt trapped.

John had gotten the tip from a homeless man in Saint Denis, in return for a few pennies. He had drunkenly babbled to him about a higher power perched on the coast of the city. She had a beautiful aura surrounding her, helping those who needed it. "You're makin no sense old man" Johns patience was running thin, arms crossed as he looked at the helplessness sprawled at his feet.

"That woman has gods money. Y'all ever need help, you go see her. She has the grace of our lord and the beauty of his mistresses" The old man chuckled to himself, clutching at the almost empty bottle of whiskey.

John would have scoffed, calling him crazy. But this city was the city of opportunity, and wealth. So who was he to dismiss this claim. He had seen a lot crazier over his time. He had informed his mentor of this tip, who seemed as hesitant as the rest of the group. "We already have Bronte to deal with, we don't know anything about this family" Hosea offered a word of wisdom to the pondering mustache.

"Bronte is good for nothing player for our dear friends, the government. L/n might be a better angle for money" He stroked the hair on his chin. "We need a break from that bad mouthed Italian, anyway."

"You sure about this, Dutch?" Arthur was leaning on the opening of his tent, listening in to the small crowd discuss.

There was no questioning or persuading Dutch once his mind was made. They would start with a simple conversation with the woman, scouting out the place and seeing who she is as a person. Him, John, Sean and Hosea would go. To try charm her.

Her home was large, beautifully carved pillars at the entrance of the building inviting them in like a colosseum. "Stealing the house should be an option" Sean chortled to himself, hoisting the strap of his handle over his head and taking off his hat as they began to knock on the door.

"Do we even have a way about this?" He spoke again to the man in front of him. He was given a knowing look in return, one that said 'be quiet and trust me'.

The doors swung open, revealing the typical Butler on the other side, accompanied by a herd of guards to see what the unexpected intrusion was about. Dutch's hands flew up in surrender, followed by an unruly smirk plastered under the hair on his lip.

"What do we owe this... Pleasure" The butler looked down on the delinquents in front of him, expecting trouble not to far away.

"No need for the guns boys" Dutch chuckled "We are here for miss l/n. We hear of her good nature and are in need of her help with a certain matter"

"We don't just let anyone through these doors mister..."

"Cornwall" he tipped his hat "At your service"

The mans eyes widened, both with embarrassment and fear. "Leviticus Cornwall?"

"That's the one! Apologies for the state of me, we've been on the road for quite some time. I see how my looks can be deceiving"

Not long passed before they were in a lush dining room, each at a chair of their own with a hot beverage in their grasp. Guns still surrounding the room for safety, but not pointed at them at least. A well dressed woman soon appeared, catching all their attentions. Especially Sean's. He was no stranger to attractive woman, being the promiscuous rascal that he is. But she was a whole other word. What caught his attention was her short hair, and the fact she wore trousers. That wasn't very common for women of these times. Her refusal to be conventional was enchanting him to look more into her features. That homeless man was onto something. She was really carved from the heavens above, and he had pleased the gods enough to be in her presence in this moment.

John had noticed him staring, hitting him on the back of the head. "Focus, horny bastard." He mumbled to him. Hosea was first out of his seat to kiss the lady's hand, formally introducing the group as if they weren't a herd of criminals. Y/n waved her men away, and they hesitantly left with the door shutting behind them.

"I know who you are, Van der Linde. It's hard not to when your face is plastered on every corner of every street" Her tone sounded like it should have been serious, but the smile on her face showed an ounce of... happiness? Dutch couldn't even begin to backtrack before she spoke again. "No need to worry. I'm not going to turn you in. But why don't we start with what you want from me? Hm? Money i'd assume?"

Dutch took his hat into his hands and smiled as dearly as he could muster. "I suppose money is an easy way to put it" He began "If we are being honest with each other, miss l/n, we have been working hard these past few months to escape this retched country. We don't want your money, as such, but we do want your status to help us get away from the law for a while"

Hosea threw Dutch a confused scowl, John followed his lead. They were here for money, not protection. How dare he even suggest they were hopeless.

Y/n took a seat at the end of the wooden table, her face perfectly framed the the light shining through the large window on the side of the room. She sighed, bringing her hands to her temple.

"Listen... I honestly don't care what you want. You can have it all" Her voice was hushed. "I just want a break from all of this. If you can help me with that, you can have all the riches and men you need" Her eyes pleading, as she locked with Sean's.

"You want out of this life?" He had to stop a laugh as he admired her. "I'd kill for a home like this"

"I guess we all want what we can't have" she forced a smile

"If we were to help you get out, they would think we kidnapped you." Hosea spoke up, clearly pondering. "Who's to say we won't kidnap you? How do you know we aren't just a group of killers?"

"I know who you are. I know you used to be the real life robin hoods of our century. And i also know how unfair the law is on you" she stood up. "This is what i want to happen...."

Hours had passed since their next mission was discussed. Dutch just saw it as an easy ploy to get some money. Just like a heist. They were to wait on the marshy swamps of lemoyn, just a few yards from the back entrance of her home. When the moon was in the center of the sky, she would escape from the window of her home and mount their horse.

She had given them a large sum of money before they left, and will give them another when they have her. She had told her men that Dutch had visited her to warn her. To warn her that the Lemoyne raiders were planning to abduct her. This was to set them up, make them believe Dutch was the good guy in this story.

The plan was executed perfectly, she staged a kidnapping and fled to the van der Linde's'. She mounted Sean's horse and clung to him for dear life as they rode back to Shady Bell. Sean felt like a knight saving a princess in that fleeting moment. She felt like a rebel on the run, because she was.

"What now?" John asked, hitching his horse. They all turned to y/n.

"I spend as much time as i can away from that retched place."

Weeks had passed. Her face was plastered on trees, fences, lamp posts. Her parents sending out distressing news articles about the search for their lost daughter. She would sit and chuckle to herself. Idiots. Of course the stress of being caught was weighing on her, but the new freedom she had found for her self was exhilarating.

"You alright?" The familiar Irish accent rung our from behind her.

"All good over here, how about you?"

He nodded at her, taking a seat on the floor by the embers floating from the dim fire. "Ya not bored yet? Just sitting around all day?"

She shrugged " I Suppose so"

"C'mon. You're not a prisoner here." He climbed to his feet again, eager to have an excuse to spend some time with her. A hand was offered and she hesitantly grabbed it.

"Where we goin'?" she followed him to his horse, which he assisted in helping her onto it.

"First, to get you an appropriate change of clothes. Secondly, to hunt some game. Pearsons up my arse about our lack of supplies" He followed her onto the horse, moving her hands around him. "No one else seems to be getting a speech about lack of supplies" He finished, mumbling to himself as he reached for her hands to place on his waist.

"Whats wrong with my clothes?" She sounded almost offended from behind him. Her tone squeaky.

"Nothin!" He lifted the reins and began to trot out of the comfort of the walls. "Just could do with being more... what's the word. Cowboy...ish?"

"Cowboyish? Is that even a word?"

"It sure is now lass, hold on tighter will ya?" He smacked the reins down faster, causing his stallion to leap into a run.

They made their way towards Rhodes, but stopped just before entering the town. "What's your size, y/n?"

She smacked the back of him "What?"

"Hey hey! Just so i can get you some clothes. It's not safe for you to go into a town right now"

She rubbed the spot she had just hit with remorse. "Oh, my bad. I'm not sure, I never have to worry about those things"

He hopped off the horse and hitched it to a fence behind a building. "It's alright, I can guess. Don't move from this spot"

She waited on the horse for what felt like hours, but was in reality about 15 minutes. "You're such a pretty little thing, aren't you?" She cooed to the horse below her, running her fingers through his mane while her body was sprawled across its frame. Glances shared from passers by, wondering which hospital she had escaped from.

"Why, thank you." Sean chortled, throwing the change of clothes at her and pulling himself back onto the horse. She rolled her eyes, looking at the set of clothes he had chosen for her.

"And where do i get changed"

"Don't worry, lass. There's an abandoned cabin a few yards thata way" He pointed behind them, grabbing the reins of the horse and setting on their way. "We can hunt round here too"

He had picked out a simple white shirt for her, a pair of blue jeans and a classic brown cowboy hat. "Not much of a taste for fashion, i see" She walked out of the room, trying to adjust her hair under the hat.

"You look good lass! A true ruffian now. here" He moved the hat further back onto her head, and pulled out a few strands of her hair that was caught. She smiled as she mapped out his face, eyed focused on his task.

"What do i do with my old clothes?" "Leave them here. It'll make your trail warmer if anyone finds them, especially since this is usually a Lemoyne raider hideout"

He had hitched his horse on a tree nearby, returning to grab a worn down bow, then leaving the animal to peace again as he led her through the small area of trees.

"Mind ya step, y/n. These parts turn into swamp real quick. Don't wanna feed a gator you're foot." He fiddled with the string on the bow as his eyes darted over to a small pond hidden in a mist of trees. "Over there!"

Y/ns eyes followed his finger, pointing towards a small white rabbit. "Oh!" she knelt down "How adorable is that!".

She had only just finished cooing when an arrow was fired next to her head, hitting the creature in the heart and connecting it into the now stirred up mud. Her hands flew to her mouth in horror as this small life had been taken by the deranged ginger man.

"What a shot" He laughed to himself, already pulling the arrow and picking it up by the foot like he was manhandling an O'Driscoll.

"Whats a'matter with you? Never hunted before?"

"No!" She yelled with a question in her tone. "I don't think I ever could"

Sean brought over the rabbit and shoved it into her hands "Well, in me defense, I warned ya! What happened to the gerl that wanted an adventure, eh?"

She looked at her hands in disgust.

"C'mon, once you go home you'll never get to do this again. Give it a try."

She held the animal an arms length away from her and sighed. "Okay, but I'm not skinning anything" the rabbit in her hand was traded for a bow, turning away from the man when she heard the stretch of fur being torn away from the meat.

"Right" he threw the fur to the floor and mindlessly put the carcass in his satchel, feet popping out the top. "You see them trails over there?"

She nodded

"That's a deer, so you wanna be as quiet as you can and follow them. I recon she's close"

They did just that, creeping through the trees till the deers head was visible behind a large fallen tree, blanketed by overgrown grass. The sun peeking through the canopy, and highlighting the animal that would soon see its fate.

Y/n held the bow up, arrow in between her two fingers and shakily drew it back. Sean so close she could feel his breath on her ear lobe. "Now, before you let it go, breath with me" He took a deep inhale, and let it out. Repeating it until she had stopped shaking. "Slow yer heart down, makes the shot more accurate" He put a hand on her elbow "And you wanna hold it like this". Readjusting her position for her, he hummed in satisfaction. "Atta girl, now, let it go"

She inhaled one last time, letting the arrow go along with her breath.

"Well, I'll be damned!" He chuckled, running over to the carcass. "You were born a cowgirl, lass!"

Y/n didn't know whether she should be proud or ashamed, but in her head she rationalized it by telling herself it would feed people.

"Thank you, sean" She appeared behind him, trying not to watch as he cut through the skin of the deer.

"For what?"

"For teaching me something valuable. A life skill" She fiddled with the excess material of her large shirt.

"Well, of course. Thanks for the company" He stood up straight, watching her lips stretch into a smile. Admiring the lines on her face that showed she was happy. He felt their bodies somehow gravitating closer, unsure who was moving towards who.

"I appreciate being out of that house. And even more so having met you" her eyes struggled to stay at his, shifting down to her hands and back up accationally.

"me too" Was all he had the courage to mutter. Her breath felt on his cheek, and her lips so close he could almost taste them. Their time was limited, he should just grab her face and show her how much he wanted her. But she was far more valuable than just one night together.

"We should.. get this back. Pearson will moan if the meat is spoiled" It hurt him, but he couldn't. Pulling the body of the animal over his shoulder really killed the mood for her, she backed away and let out a disappointed sound.

Midday had made its decent into afternoon as the sun bowed its head in the sky. Heat still blazing in the swampy air. Most of the people at camp had begun to wind down for the day, coming to an end with their chores. Sean had helped y/n off the horse and went straight to the food wagon to make his deposit.

"You hear the price for the girl? Her family must be generous or worried sick" Pearson chuckled, taking a swig from a small flask before tucking it neatly into his apron and continuing to cut up a small selection of veg.

"Maybe we should give her back, that money could send us to Tahiti" He mimicked Dutchs tone, forcing his voice to crack. Lenny scoffed in return and Sean remained silent, leaning against the Wagon.

"Surely we can't do that" Lenny spoke, poking his finger into the bowl of stew to sneak a taste, resulting in Pearson swatting at him.

"Heard Dutch talking about the possibility of it earlier"

"What?" Sean sprung up. "Why? She already gave us money"

"Where there is an opportunity for more greens, you know Micha is already whispering sweet nothings into Dutchs ear"

"No!" A cry was heard from the walls of shady bell, alerting everyone. Arthur was the first to respond to the alarm, then sean, Lenny following close behind.

"Come on, princess, don't you miss having a shower?" Micha teased, chasing her around the master bedroom on the second floor. Both standing on either side of the double bed, Micha ducking his head as pieces of wood torn from the floor are thrown his way.

"Touch me again and i'll splinter your face" y/n shouted, holding the wood up. His laugh was dark, almost a growl.

"A feisty one! see, you're not fit for this lifestyle. Lets get you home!"

Before the men had a chance to jump into action, a chorus of horses sounded their way into their secluded home. Was it a raid? There was so many feet hitting the ground. The group made their way to the balcony, Sean stepping between Micha and Y/n. A hand instinctively snaking round her waist.

"Where is she? You have her?" a man frustratedly swung off his horse, storming towards the dark haired man with a marvelous mustache.

"Of course we do! Why would we claim something that isn't true, good sir?" Dutch gestured his hands like he did.

"What is this?" Arthur snarled at Micha, who began to back away. Making his way down to the scene with Arthur following, throwing insults at the rat. Hosea could be seen whispering to Dutch down below, a stern look on his face. An eye caught with y/n, and a look of sympathy was shared before he began to pass this argument onto Micha.

"Don't worry lass, I won't let them take you" Sean held her tighter, pulling her away from visibility.

"Sean" she mumbled

"We don't need your money, we don't. Just don't go, please" He sounded like a teenager begging his girlfriend not to go home on a school night. But he meant it, if she didn't believe his words she could see his pleading eyes.

"Sean, I need to go. This didn't last long but my fathers men... they will kill you. All of you"

"But we-"

"No, you're outnumbered this time" She interrupted him looking up and reaching for the bridge of her nose to stop a river of tears. "I appreciate this little adventure, more so with you Mister Macguire" She forced a smile, letting herself lean towards the sad man.

"Me too, miss l/n" Was all he could mumble, letting their bodies come closer.

"Y/n! Where is she!" the mans frustration was turning into rage, clutching at the hefty shotgun in his hands. A handful of his men following in suit.

Their moment was ruined again, and she fled from his embrace. Not a second to look behind at Sean running after her, still pleading for her to stay.

"There's our girl!" Dutch chuckles, an arm around her shoulder as he guides her towards the army on their doorstep. Arthur had grabbed Sean like a doll as he ran passed, keeping him from getting himself killed.

"We are outnumbered Sean" He said out the corner of his mouth "You gotta let this one go"

He watched at the money was exchanged and the possible love of his life was shoved on the horse with such force. Hostile glances shared from the suited up men, knowing she was in for hell when she would return. She refused to look at him, ashamed that she didn't choose to run with him. She should have. She should have kissed him, at least.

His body writhed under the bears grip. "get offa me Morgan!" He hollered, trying to wriggle free.

"We will get her back Sean, we aren't animals." Hosea offered some comfort, watching the horses disappear around the corner.

The Irishman felt a hold form in his heart as she faded from his vision. "I didn't even kiss her"

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Inevitable (Alex Summers x Reader)

Inevitable (Alex Summers x Reader) Reader Insert: she/her pronouns Word Count: 13,014 Warnings: violence, angst, fluff, death, injuries, mentions of unable to have children, sad ending, implied sexual actions Spoilers: I guess the plots of X-Men First Class, Days of Future Past, and Apocalypse but the films have been out for years so don't at me.

This is the story of Y/N L/N and Alex Summers - of Aura, the girl who could turn invisible and manipulate energy around her, and Havok, the boy who could generate and blast plasma from his body. A boy destined for destruction, and a girl who could prevent it.

Their story was always inevitable.

I'm going through an X-Men rewatch and I forgot how much of a chokehold some of these characters had me in, especially from the First Class era. As you can probably tell from my previous stories, I have an soft spot for the tragic ones, so here is my little story of Alex Summers who bloody deserved better.

1962 - C.I.A. Mutant Division

Y/N looked around at her surroundings as she followed Erik and Charles down corridor after corridor. She'd never met C.I.A agents before, let alone stepped inside one of their facilities. But Erik and Charles aren't C.I.A., she reminded herself as she took in the bland concrete walls and cold, harsh lighting above her. They were like her - mutants.

She hadn't believed them at first when they'd told her just a few hours ago inside the cafe she was closing up for the day. It had been a busy day and she hadn't had time for a drink of water let alone any reasonable break. She thought she was hallucinating when the two had entered the cafe, prattling on about how they knew who she was.

It was only when she demanded they prove it - that they were like her - and the taller one (Erik) had lifted every piece of dirty cutlery in the store and had them float into the foaming sink to be cleaned that she believed them.

That was almost seven hours ago, the drive from New York to Virginia giving the men more than enough time to bring her up to speed on what they were doing and why: they were gathering other mutants like her to stop another war from starting.

As she followed the two men through the facility, only now did she start to have doubts about their intentions. For all she knew, she was going to be experimented on and tortured, possibly killed.

'If we'd wanted you dead, we would've made sure of that back in New York,' Charles suddenly said without looking as he and Erick led the way.

'What? How did you-' Y/N started to ask, but cut herself off as she remembered what Charles' gift allowed him to do.

Y/N noticed her surroundings starting to change. Instead of a war bunker, the corridors started looking more home-like and the lights grew warmer. As they approached a big orange door, Y/N heard voices speaking and laughing in the room beyond. They sounded... happy.

Finally, Charles looked at her and spoke, but not with his mouth. I promise you, Y/N, he said into her mind, freaking her out a little bit, you don't have to be scared here. You don't have to hide who you are from the people beyond this door. Here, you can be free. Happy, even.

Y/N looked between Charles and the door for a moment, imagining whose faces belonged to which laugh, which voice. She imagined herself doing those same things, and that was what convinced her that she was in the right place.

'Are you ready to meet your new family?' Charles asked aloud this time, to which Y/N nodded and Erik opened the door.

Y/N was met with six people sitting around a coffee table chatting and laughing while having a few drinks. She took a moment to admire them all - a short girl with dark hair and visible tattoos all along her shoulders and arms; a red-head who seemed to be doing a lot of the talking in the group; a man with charcoal skin and broad shoulders in a tight grey vest-shirt; a boy with glasses who looked really shy next to a gorgeous blonde girl who could very well have been a super model; and a blond boy in a dark t-shirt and leather jacket who had the smoothest smile Y/N had ever seen.

They were the perfect picture - how could she possibly interrupt that? Y/N was about to leave when suddenly Charles called for everyone's attention and that smooth smile from the blond was now aimed at her. Her heart thudded in her chest, embarrassment at being caught flooding her cheeks and she just had the visceral response to hide, hide, hide.

'Everyone,' Charles started proudly as he motioned to Y/N, 'this is Y/N. She will be- Wait, where did she go?'

Y/N watched as everyone looked around the room even though she she hadn't moved. Both Charles and Erik looked at her, but they didn't seem to see her. That's when she looked down at her hands and found her entire body covered in a translucent light only she could see. And that could only mean one thing.

'Sorry, I'm right here.' Y/N concentrated hard on revealing herself and when she could no longer see the translucent light, she knew she could be seen again.

'Whoa,' the red-head said, his mouth gaping in shock.

'That... is wicked cool,' the broad-shouldered man exclaimed.

'As I was saying before,' Charles said, sounding sheepish at forgetting her ability, 'this is Y/N. She will be joining you all and her gift... Well, we will leave that to her to discuss that with you all. Erik?'

'Yes,' Erik replied, and then the two of them were gone, closing the door behind them and leaving Y/N standing all alone.

Y/N was usually a confident person - she had to be as a waitress - but having six pairs of eyes staring at her so intently had her wanting to hide again. The beautiful blonde stood up from her place on the white couch and sauntered over to her. Y/N found herself looking up at the woman, who seemed to have legs for days and the most beautiful smile as she approached.

'I'm Raven,' she said, holding a hand out in greeting. When Y/N shook her hand, she gestured to the couch. 'You've come at the best time. We were all just about to discuss our gifts with one another.'

Y/N was quickly dragged to the couch and plunged into an in-depth conversation with the six. After only a few minutes, Y/N felt as if she'd always been there, talking and laughing and joking around and becoming more confident. Although, she couldn't compete with the blond boy with the smooth smile from earlier, now known as Alex Summers.

In the short time she'd heard him speak, she'd deduced he was the cockiest man in every room ever. No wonder he was put into solitary confinement, she thought when he mentioned he was picked up by Charles and Erik at his army base. He's probably been the instigator of more than one fight.

'We should think of some code names,' Raven suggested enthusiastically. 'We're technically government agents now. We should have code names. I want to be called Mystique.'

'Damn, I wanted to be called Mystique,' Sean, the red-head, groaned in fake misery, causing everyone to laugh.

'Well, tough. I called it,' Raven said, then her voiced changed as she physically did, eliciting gasps from the group as she now sat as an exact replica of Sean. 'And I am way more mysterious than you.'

The group gave her a round of applause as she morphed back into the beautiful blonde, but now that she'd revealed her gift, Y/N wondered if what she showed everyone now was her true form or just another disguise.

One by one they went around the room, showing off their abilities and coming up with names for each other. The mood somewhat soured when Angel asked Hank who he wanted to be.

'How about Bigfoot?' Alex jested as he took another sip of his coke. His condescending laughter communicated that it wasn't a nice joke, and that didn't sit well with Y/N.

'Well you know what they say about guys with big feet,' Raven said, eyeing his own feet before she continued, 'and, um, yours are kind of small.'

Alex's smirk dropped instantaneously as the group laughed and oohed at Raven's burn. Except for Darwin, who rounded the group back to the topic at hand.

'Okay, okay, settle down now,' he said. 'What can you do, Alex. What is your gift?'

'How about being burnt by women?' Y/N murmured just loud enough for the group to hear, earning another round of laughs and a hard glare from Alex. Y/N held his gaze with a smirk in challenge, taking a sip of her own drink. He might've been top dog back in army bootcamp, but Y/N didn't like bullies, especially if they were meant to be teammates.

Alex eventually dropped his glare, his whole demeanour changing as he rubbed the back of his neck nervously. 'Um, it's just... It's just that... I can't do... I can't do it in here.'

'Can you do it out there?' Darwin asked, and when Alex hesitated to answer, the rest of the group started goading and pleading him to show his abilities. Y/N even found herself intrigued. What could Alex do that he needed open space for?

The group cheered victoriously as Alex gave in to peer pressure, put his drink down and climbed through the broken glass courtesy of Sean moments before. As Alex set up outside, Y/N joined the others who leaned out the broken window to watch him.

'Get down when I tell you,' Alex said as he lined up in front of the bronze statue that's head still smoked - courtesy of Angel's fireball during her demonstration.

'Get back,' Alex said, and Y/N leaned back with the rest of the group, but they all apparently were too intrigued and so they all leaned out from behind the wall to watch him.

Alex went to make a move until he realised the group hadn't listened to him. 'Get back!' he warned again, but when no one moved, he faced the statue again. 'Whatever.'

Y/N found herself gaping at Alex as he seemingly powered up, red rings of plasma rotating around him until he slung them out into the open space but uncontrolled. The last one hit the statue, slicing it on a diagonal that had its head and part of its torso falling to the grass in flames.

The group erupted in rounds of applause as Alex walked back to them. He appeared more confident now as his teammates applauded. Y/N figured he wasn't used to that. Perhaps that was why he'd been in solitary confinement as much as he had been.

'Well, I'm glad you did that out here,' Darwin said, looking at the wreckage slightly worried. 'You've caused... a bit of chaos.'

'I can't control it, unfortunately,' Alex said, looking at the damage he'd caused. 'I'm hoping that might change one day.'

'Don't be ashamed of your gift, Alex,' Raven said, resting a reassuring hand on his shoulder. 'You're amazing.' She looked to the rest of the group. 'We all are.'

When Raven did that, Alex's attention fell onto Y/N again, a skeptical look on his face. 'So what about you? Do you do anything useful or do you just disappear when you get a little embarrassed?'

Y/N's cheeks heated with anger. Who the hell was he to judge her? He didn't even know her.

'At least I don't cause havoc with my gift,' she bit back, motioning to the flaming buildings and statue.

Where a normal person would look at the damage and wince with remorse, Alex had the audacity to look at his handiwork and laugh in amusement. 'Havoc. I like that. Maybe that should be my code name, except change the c to a k so it looks cooler written down.'

Y/N rolled her eyes while the others complimented how good a name it was. But she had to admit it was a fitting one, just a shame he turned her insult into a name for a hero.

Y/N released a sigh then held out a hand to the fires in the courtyard, concentrating on grasping the energy in the air. After a moment, small bubbles of white energy appeared and Y/N was vaguely aware that her new friends had gone quiet as she forced the bubbles to encapsulate the fires. With a flick of her fingers, the bubbles started shrinking, depriving the fires of oxygen and eventually extinguishing them.

When Y/N turned back to the group, she found them all gaping at her in wonder and shock.

'Well, that was cool,' Angel said, earning hums of agreement from the others.

'What exactly did you just do?' Hank asked.

'I don't really know what it is,' Y/n answered honestly. 'But, I think I can manipulate energy or something like that. I can create those force fields, and as you saw before...'

Y/N let the energy hide her, and she relished the shocked faces of her friends as they could no longer see her. Feeling cheeky, she ran at Alex then dropped and swiped his legs out from underneath him, sending him sprawling to the ground.

He landed with a resounding thud, his breath escaping him in a loud, 'Oof,' as he did. Only then did Y/N reveal herself, looking down at him with a smug smile.

'...I can turn invisible.'

The others clapped in appreciation of her demonstration while Alex looked up at her in annoyance. Y/N offered her hand to help him up and surprisingly he took it and together they pulled him to his feet.

'So what, you can control, like, the Force, or something?' he asked.

Y/N rolled her eyes. 'This isn't Star Wars, asshole. It's more like... I can feel the aura of the energy around me and I connect with it and then use it to my will.'

'That's it!' Angel exclaimed suddenly. 'That's your name!"

'What is?' Y/N asked, confused.

'Aura!'

'Aura.' Y/N tried it on her tongue. She had to admit, it had a nice ring to it.

'Aura, Havok, Banshee, Darwin, Angel...' Raven said each of their new code names as she looked at them, grabbing a drink for herself from the table. She looked to Hank. 'We'll find one for you soon, Hank,' she reassured, then pointed to herself. 'And Mystique.' She raised her drink high and everyone else did the same. 'Here's to our new life. Here's to being our true selves.'

'Here, here,' Sean said as they all clinked their drinks together in solidarity.

'So, what do you think?' Alex said just to Y/N as seperate conversations between the others started. Angel switched on some music and her and Raven jumped on the coffee table to start dancing.

'About what?' Y/N asked.

'Are you going to be your true self here? With us?' he asked, and there was a little challenge in his question, as if he really wanted to add Or are you going to hide away?

Y/N had so far lived her life in constant fear. But Erik and Charles said they needed her, that the world needed her. Perhaps it was time to stop hiding.

Y/N flashed Alex a small smile, reflecting his challenge in her own eyes. 'I don't think you could handle the true me, Havok.'

Alex's grin widened devilishly. 'Try me, Aura.'

1962 - X Mansion, pre-Cuba

It had been weeks since the C.I.A Mutant Division facility had been attacked by Shaw, that Angel had chosen his side, that Darwin had sacrificed himself in the effort to save them all, Angel included.

Egos bruised and hope extinguished, Charles had brought those who remained back to his mansion to train for the upcoming battle with Shaw. Which is what Y/N was doing with Raven when Charles entered the gym requesting her presence in the war bunker.

'You want me to what?' both Alex and Y/N exclaimed together in the bunker, gaping at Charles because he'd clearly lost his mind.

'You heard me,' Charles said nonchalantly, walking to stand in the middle of the room. 'I want you two to spar while you, Y/N, protect me. Expand your range of concentration so you can control different energies at once, manipulate numerous fields doing different things simultaneously. Alex now has the tools he needs to control his power so he won't be as volatile as he once was.'

'Hey now,' Alex said, clearly offended.

Charles offered a mediocre apologetic smile before readdressing Y/N. 'You have to push the limits you have set for yourself in order to become stronger. I can sense your full potential hasn't even been scraped at yet. How about we try today.'

Y/N looked between Charles and Alex, who also looked at Charles like he was crazy. But there was an air of truth to his demands. Shaw was no novelty mutant, and neither were Angel and the other mutants following him. If Y/N didn't do this, she would be their next victim, and what kind of teammate would she be if she died too early?

Y/N eventually nodded her agreement. 'Okay, let's do this.'

'You sure about this?' Alex asked her.

'Aw, is big old Alex Summers worried about hurting me?' Y/N taunted, though she didn't really know why. His concern was sort of sweet.

It disgusted her.

Alex's concern scrunched up in annoyance on his stupidly beautiful face. 'No. I just... Oh, screw this. Fine let's spar, L/N.'

Y/N went to stand at one end of the bunker and Alex at the opposite end. Charles planted himself right in the middle of the two, looking too casual for Y/N's liking. Did he really have that much faith in them?

'Whenever you two are ready,' Charles called out, rocking on the back of his heels in anticipation.

'Okay,' Alex said hesitantly as he fired himself up. His new chest plate helped him to control his plasma so he surely would hit the professor if Y/N didn't do something.

Just as Alex fired, Y/N placed a force field over Charles and the plasma blast bounced off it and straight back at Alex. Alex had to duck quickly as his own blast came hurtling back at him, and Charles let out a small laugh as the blast made a small dent in the wall behind Alex.

'Well this is going to be fun,' Charles said, and the fight truly begun.

Alex would sling shot after shot at Y/N and the professor, but Y/N deflected every shot and held the force field around the professor soundly. At one point, Y/N managed to to turn in visible while Alex was distracted and landed a few blows.

But Alex managed to knock her back, the blow forcing her to reveal herself. She had no time to worry about being exposed however, as Alex powered up for what seem to be one giant blast. Y/N managed to bring up a force field around her as the blast connected, but instead of bouncing up off it, the plasma seemed to sink into the force field.

Y/n looked around in confusion, feeling the energy flowing stronger through the force field and increasing with every second. She was vaguely aware of someone calling her name - it sounded like Charles - but the energy was becoming too much to hold up now.

Y/N let out a cry as she released the force field, and the shockwave it sent through the bunker sent both her and Alex flying to opposite ends of the bunker.

Y/N smacked into the solid brick hard, sending an intense throbbing through her head as she hit the ground. Her vision blurred and she felt drained of power like never before. Two blurry figures were in front of her, their mouthes moving but not saying a word. She thought they were saying her name.

After a few more seconds, her hearing came back to her as well as her vision, showing Alex and Charles kneeling beside her with worry on their faces.

'Y/N, can you hear me?' Charles asked, scanning over her body for any injuries.

'Are you okay? Can you hear us? Say something,' Alex said, eyes searching her face for any sign that she understood anything they were saying.

Y/N hummed in reassurance and his worry dissipated into relief. Alex quickly helped her into a sitting position as she gathered herself. 'Well,' she breathed out, giving Alex an amused smile, 'that was... fun.'

This elicited a laugh out of both men as they helped her to her feet. Y/N was very aware of Alex's hand holding her steady on the small of her back as they both listened to Charles.

'My! You two create quite the show,' he exclaimed with an enthusiasm that kind of scared Y/N. 'Brilliant! Absolutely brilliant work, you two. You have both grown in leaps and bounds these past few weeks. I daresay you will both be quite powerful when you fully master your gifts. Now, take the afternoon off, possibly head to Hank in the lab for some patching up and look overs. I will see you both first thing tomorrow.'

'He sounds like a professor talking to students,' Alex muttered after Charles had left.

Y/N shrugged. 'Well, we kind of are students, so I guess that would make him our professor.'

The two shared a small laugh and both their eyes slipped to his arm, which was attached to the hand that still pressed gently against her back. Alex quickly dropped his hand and Y/N took a decent step away from him. Well now it's awkward.

'G-Good fight,' Alex finally said after seconds of silence, unable to meet her eyes. He did the thing where he rubbed his neck and Y/N's stomach did a little flip at how cute the gesture was.

Quit that, she told herself, then realised she hadn't responded to him. 'Y-yeah. You too. Sorry... for sending you into the wall.'

'It's okay. I've been hit harder,' he said, and his cocky smirk was back. Something about his statement rubbed Y/N up the wrong way, like he was undermining her ability. That was a pretty decent fight they just had.

Y/N just huffed and stormed out of the bunker. 'Whatever,' she muttered as she left him behind.

'Hey,' Alex called out as he ran to catch up with her. 'What's wrong? You want me to apologise too? Okay, I'm sorry for sending you into the wall, too. There? Happy?'

'You know,' she started, stomping up the stairs that would take her to the first floor of the mansion, 'you can be such a jerk, Alex.'

'What are you talking about?' he asked, and he had the audacity to sound genuinely clueless.

At the top of the stairs Y/N finally stopped to let Alex catch up. She didn't care that he was taller than her, she looked up at him with annoyance in her eyes. 'You can never admit that someone could be better than you, let alone that they could be your equal.'

His face screwed up in confusion. 'What? That's not what I meant. Where did you get that impression from?'

'You think yourself superior to us all, and for what? We all have gifts, Alex. We are all special and useful and powerful. Yet you make fun of Hank, you belittle me. What is your problem?!'

Alex stepped towards Y/N, closing what little space there had been between until she felt his breath brushing her heated cheeks. 'You know, I was just about to pay you a compliment but forget it.'

'I wouldn't want a compliment from you, Alex. They're more like insults than anything,' Y/N said then stormed off.

'Princess!' Alex called out after her in a last ditch effort to have the last word.

'Jerk!' she answered over her shoulder.

'Coward!'

'Asshole!'

Y/N finally entered the lab and Hank was already looking at her crossed arms.

'You know, you two really need to take your fights outside,' he simply said, already reaching for his equipment to check her health.

Y/N raised a brow in a silent question, to which Hank responded, 'The walls and floors to this place aren't as thick as they appear.'

Downstairs where Y/N had left Alex smouldering, a certain telepath entered Alex's mind. Well that's an interesting flirting tactic.

'Oh, piss off,' Alex hissed aloud as he walked in the opposite direction towards his assigned bedroom. Y/N was the most aggravating person in existence. Flirting with her was the last thing on Alex's mind.

I don't know, I think you two would make a rather nice couple, Charles interjected again.

'I said piss off!'

1962 - Cuba Beach

Y/N was locked in a fight with Riptide when she saw Alex and Sean crash onto the beach, Angel having shot them down. As she went to attack, Alex shoved Sean out of range as he unleashed his uncontrolled plasma rings, his chest plate missing.

He caught her wings, slicing them in half and sending her flying to the ground, but as Alex helped Sean to his feet, Y/N spied Angel get to her feet, rage in her eyes and fire burning in her mouth.

Alex's back was turned. He would never see it coming.

Y/N, rejuvenated by the threat, turned back to Riptide and conjured up a large energy wave and sent it hurtling at Riptide. He tried bringing up a wall of wind to counteract it, but the wave was stronger and sent him into the side of the uprooted submarine. He fell to the sand with a hard thud and didn't move.

Y/N immediately ran for Alex and Sean, hands raised and conjuring up a force field around her friends just as Angel spat fireball after fireball at the two of them. The fireballs bounced right off the force field, angering Angel even more as she turned her attention to Y/N.

Before she could attack, Y/N trapped Angel in another force field, raised her off the beach, and sent her out over the ocean where she finally let the force field drop. It hurt her to hear her old friend's scream as she fell into the deep water, but Angel had done this to herself.

Y/N turned back to the boys. 'Are you two okay?' she asked, looking over them for any injuries. All she could find was Alex's bare chest and a hole in Sean's wing suit.

'We had it covered,' Alex said, his tone annoyed.

Y/N scoffed. She couldn't believe it. He was still being a self-righteous jerk in the middle of a battle?

'I just saved your life, asshole,' she said, stepping towards him in anger. 'Maybe you should be thanking me instead of complaining like a little boy.'

'Get down,' he said, his eyes on something over her shoulder, but she didn't care. He wasn't listening, but she would make him.

'Don't you tell me what to do you self-righteous jerk-'

'I said get down!'

Before she knew what was happening, Alex was pushing her behind him as he sent plasma rings at Riptide, who Y/N obviously hadn't knocked out entirely and was lining up to attack her from behind.

Riptide saved himself from being sliced like the statue back at the C.I.A. with a small tornado, but the impact from the plasma rings sent him flying over the submarine and out of sight.

'And I just saved yours,' Alex said as her tuned back to a shocked Y/N. He was panting heavily, obviously not used to exerting so much energy in such a short time frame. 'Now we're even.'

The way his words were haggard from his lack of breath made his voice raspy and Y/N hated how much the sound tingled up her spine pleasantly.

Y/N opened her mouth to retort at him - tell him how stupid and reckless and irresponsible and idiotic he was - but she couldn't find anything to say, and so snapped her gaping gob shut in indignation. The two just stared at each other for what felt like an eternity, eyes locked as so many unspoken emotions passed between each other.

Until Sean walked in between the two of them, shaking his head in disbelief. 'Damn, get a room, you two,' he said, his tone both disgusted and amused as he started walking back to Charles and Moira still on the crashed jet.

'We're not-' Y/N started.

'It's nothing like-' Alex interjected at the same time, but Sean was already out of earshot.

Y/N and Alex looked back at each other, both their cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

Alex was the one to finally break the silence. 'We should...' he trailed off as he gestured after Sean.

'Right,' Y/N immediately answered, grateful for the change in subject. They still had a fight to win, otherwise the whole world would fall into another war.

Y/N and Alex followed Sean swiftly, happy to leave the awkward interaction behind them. But even after the fight, Y/N didn't know about Alex, but maybe there was a little truth to what Sean's words implied. It wasn't that Alex was unattractive. He was just... infuriating.

But he had saved her life, put his body on the line protect her. That meant he cared for her in some capacity... right?

1967 - X Mansion

'You're what?!' Y/N exclaimed, standing up from her seat in the middle of Charles' office.

'I'm sorry, Y/N, but I have no choice,' Charles said, his voice sad and exhausted.

Y/N should've seen this coming. She'd seen the signs. How Charles had let his hair grow out, how the shadow of a beard grazed his jawline. How he lounged in his wheelchair instead of sitting with his usual perfect posture. And the hope and colour of his eyes had faded to loss and hopelessness.

'Yes, you do,' Y/N argued, slamming her hands on his desk. 'You can choose to keep fighting. You can choose to keep helping and teaching. You can choose hope, Charles.'

'There is no hope left, Y/N,' Charles replied, dejected as he looked anywhere but Y/N's eyes. 'Erik was right. The world is not meant for mutants. The world does not want mutants.'

Y/N walked around the desk to kneel before his wheelchair. 'You can't truly believe that, Charles,' she said trying to catch his gaze. 'After all you have done, after everything we've been through, you cannot believe that. Look at what you've achieved!'

She gestured to the room, but she meant the school as a whole, whose corridors buzzed with students who possessed unique powers. Admittedly the numbers had dwindled significantly because of the Vietnam War, with most of the teachers and the older students being drafted. Y/N had managed to not be drafted so far, and had dedicated every second she had to teaching. She was now in her late 20s and had learned all she could as a student. It was her turn to teach the next generation what it means to be a mutant.

But regardless of numbers, there were still children who needed help. They couldn't close. They just couldn't.

'Please, Charles,' she said, placing a gentle hand on his cheek to guide his eyes to meet hers. He looked in so much pain - a pain Y/N couldn't see but she could certainly try to understand. 'There is still hope. There is still good in the world. We just have to find it again.'

Charles didn't say anything at first, and Y/N took that as a sign that maybe she'd gotten through to him. Since beginning her teaching career, Charles had become like an older brother to her. He hadn't given up on her when she didn't believe in herself all those years ago, she wasn't going to give up on him now.

But Charles gently took her hand away from his face and turned his chair so he faced away from her. 'Hope is a human error. I've already made up my mind, Y/N. I suggest you forget about all of this and go live what life you have left. God knows society won't allow you a full one.'

Y/N remained crouching, too shocked to argue, too horrified to be angry. As Charles turned his back on her - busied himself with his bookshelf - Y/N left the room in a daze, still unsure what had just happened. That's how she felt for the rest of the day as she taught and supervised, students constantly asking her if she was okay as she usually wasn't as silent as she was.

Y/N easily deflected the questions, but she couldn't ignore the breaking of her heart every time she spoke with a student, saw them master an ability, ask a question. How would she break the news to them? A more accurate question would be how could she? They looked up to her, to Charles, to all of them. Some of them had no homes to go back to, no families that accepted them or no families at all.

By the time the last bell rang, Y/N was on the brink of breaking down.

It was now late at night, the children well and truly asleep. But Y/N remained awake, walking the mansion, dreading breaking the news tomorrow during the assembly. God knew Charles was in no condition to break the news himself even though he was the headmaster. And Hank hated public speaking despite being a teacher. No, she had to do it, but she'd be breaking hundreds of hearts in the process.

As she reached the front foyer, looking around and remembering her first few days there, remembering the first few days of the school opening and it being full of enthusiastic and excited children, tears welled up in her eyes.

They'd just started to slip when the front doors clanged open. Y/N immediately went into defensive mode, her hands lighting up as her mutation activated

Alex threw his hands up in faux surrender. 'Whoa! Easy Y/N, it's just me!'

Y/N breathed a long sigh of relief as she let her hands drop. 'Jesus, Alex. You mind knocking next time? What are you even doing here? It's two in the morning.'

Alex was also a teacher at the school, but he sometimes slept off campus as his family home was just a few suburbs away. He usually didn't slip back in until just before class though so this encounter was a little surprising.

'I needed to see the professor,' he said, then his face scrunched with worry as he looked over Y/N. 'Were you just crying?'

Y/N quickly turned her back to him to wipe away the tears that had escaped. 'I'm fine. It's nothing.'

'No it's not,' Alex said, and he took quick steps until he stood beside Y/N. He placed a gentle hand on her shoulder and managed to turn her to face him. He looked down at her with such concern Y/N felt more tears welling up.

He was a dick. From the day they'd met he'd solidified that for himself. But the past five years had seen him mature, grow, change in ways Y/N had no idea he was capable of. She saw how gentle he was with the children, how fiercely protective he'd become of them.

And while they still clashed and fought like cats and dogs, they'd found comfort in each other more than once. They would always laugh on the terrace late at night as they had a nightcap, downloading their days to one another; Y/N would occasionally bring Alex food when she knew he hadn't made it to lunch because he was so busy with work; and Y/N would wake up sometimes from nightmares to Alex comforting her.

Out of all the original X-Men group, those two had become the closest. With Charles busy running the school, Hank busy with his lab, Raven, Erik, and Angel off recruiting for their Brotherhood, and Sean deciding to go see the world, Alex and Y/N only had each other.

'What's wrong?' Alex asked so gently. 'What happened?'

Y/N couldn't get a word out, her heartbreak finally bubbling to the surface as tears and sibs wracked her body.

'Hey, hey, hey,' Alex said as he pulled her tight to his chest, arms wrapping securely around her, hands rubbing up and down her back soothingly. Y/N clung to him for dear life, the only part of her body she could control as she continued crying. 'It's all right. I've got you.'

They stayed like that for a few minutes before Y/N had no more tears to cry. When she finally pulled away, there was a dark patch of tears staining his white t-shirt that he wore under a plaid overskirt. 'Sorry about that.'

'Don't be. Ever,' he said, and Y/N had never seen him so serious before. 'Now, what's wrong?'

'Charles is closing down the school,' she said, voice dejected.

'What?' Alex looked up the stairs then back to Y/N, confusion and anger morphing his features. 'I'm gonna go talk to him.'

He made to run up the stairs and no doubt give Charles a piece of his mind, but Y/N quickly grasped his wrist and halted him. 'You can't,' Y/N said. 'He's already made his mind up.'

'Like hell he has,' Alex seethed, making to leave again but Y/N pulled him back.

'Alex,' she pleaded with him, 'believe me if I could change his mind I would be up there right now doing so. But... he has no hope anymore. The war has dwindled us thin. He doesn't see the good in the world anymore. That's not something we can give back to him. He has to find that again on his own.'

Alex looked ready to argue, jaw clenching as he looked between the stairs and Y/N. But Y/N slipped her hand into his and squeezed it gently and his features softened. He rubbed the back of his neck - as he always did - as he let out a defeated sigh. 'So I guess there isn't any point in informing him that I've been drafted for the war?'

Y/N's eyes bulged and her heart rate spiked with fear. 'You what?' she asked, but she'd heard him correctly.

His jaw clenched as if he didn't want to elaborate. 'Got the call this morning. I'm just surprised it's taken this long for them to find me again.'

That's right. Y/N sometimes forgot he had been in the army just before they met. 'When do you leave?' she asked.

'Two days from now,' he said regrettably.

Y/N never considered herself an emotional person, but tears welled up in her eyes again. 'It's just not fair,' she said, breathless as she tried to keep the tears back. 'You deserve to be free. You deserve to be happy, Alex.'

'Hey, hey,' he cooed, using both hands to cradle her head and neck, forcing her eyes to meet his. 'I'll come back. I promise. And who says I haven't been free and happy?'

He swallowed thickly as his eyes scanned over Y/N's face, hesitating on her lips before looking back at her eyes. Y/N felt then something change. In the air, between them, possibly both - she couldn't quite tell. But the way he was looking at her, how he held her so preciously, had her heart racing.

'The past five years here have been the most free and happy I've ever been,' Alex admitted. 'Training and teaching with Charles and Hank... and you. You have given me a home away from home, a new family. You've protected me when no one else would; you've laughed and cried and fought with me, for me...'

He leaned in closer now, as if there was a gravitational force pulling them together. 'I will come back, Y/N. To you.'

Alex Summers was a dick, but he was also a kind and loyal man. A man silently laying out his heart before her despite their previous disagreements.

'Promise?' she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

'Promise,' he said, and with that confirmation Y/N stood up on her toes to lock her lips with Alex's.

His hands cradled her face still as he held her to him, their lips melding harmoniously as they kissed. This had been building in Y/N since day one when he'd flashed her that smooth smile that sent her stomach into somersaults. Every fight (verbal or physical), every conversation, every drink they shared, every looked that passed between them, it had all been leading to this.

They finally pulled apart but pressed their foreheads together as they caught their breaths.

'I've been wanting to do that for a long time now,' Alex admitted, his words breathless.

'How long?' Y/N asked, curious.

'Since day one,' he answered, then let out a small chuckle. 'I didn't know it at the time, and when I finally did I never wanted to admit it. I think Charles and everyone else knew before I did.'

'It was the same for me,' Y/N assured him, and Alex smiled brightly before he pulled her in for another kiss.

The rest of the night was spent catching up on lost time. Y/N was thanking Charles that all teachers' rooms were at the other end of the mansion to the students' rooms. Y/N and Alex managed an hour of sleep before the rays of dawn warmed them awake.

'We probably shouldn't have done that,' Y/N said, tracing a finger along Alex's toned stomach.

'We were pretty quiet, I thought,' Alex said, stopping threading his fingers through Y/N's hair to press a kiss to the top of her head. 'Though, you did get a bit loud when I-'

'Shut up, asshole,' she said, giving him a slight shove that sent the both of them into a quiet giggling fit. Once they'd both calmed down, Y/N returned to tracing Alex's abs. 'I mean, we shouldn't have done that because you're leaving in two days.'

'Yeah, we certainly have great timing, huh?' Alex tried joking but when Y/N didn't laugh, he sat up in bed bringing her with him. 'Hey, I told you I will come back. Nothing's going to stop that.'

'You can't assure me that,' Y/N countered.

'What was that whole thing about having hope?' Alex questioned, and when Y/N couldn't find an answer. 'I believe in us, Y/N. I have hope. You taught me that. I will come back. I promise.'

Y/N still had her doubts but she allowed herself to play into the fantasy that it would all end up okay, and she leaned in for another mind-melting kiss.

'Okay, Alex,' she conceded. 'But just know you're still an asshole.'

'And you're still a princess. But you're my princess.'

As the two got ready for the day, Alex asked, 'So what are you going to do? When the school closes down.'

Y/N had been thinking about it since Charles told her and hadn't been sure if it was the right thing to do, but she had to try. 'I heard that Raven has broken off from Erik and is going about their cause on her own. I'm going to go find her and bring her home.'

'That's going to be dangerous,' Alex said, his tone worried.

'And going to war isn't?" she countered. 'Raven is like my sister. I've got to help her. There is good in her, she's just angry at the world. You're right. I have to keep hoping, even if everyone else has lost it. Because we are worth it.'

She walked up to Alex to cradle his face as he had done so many times the night just gone. 'We are worth it,' she whispered.

Alex placed a hand of his own over hers, pressing it closer to his face which had only gotten more handsome over the years. 'You're amazing, you know that right?'

Y/N just smiled before bringing him in for another kiss. When they broke apart she took a moment to contemplate his face then laughed.

'What is it?' he asked, an amused smile on his lips.

'We're just two idiots, aren't we?' she said, her tone bordering on sad. 'All that time wasted on arguing. All seems stupid now in the face of danger and death.'

'I disagree,' Alex said as he took her hand and headed for the bedroom door. 'I wouldn't change that time for the world. I am who I am because of that time, and you were always so cute when you were mad.'

'Hey!'

1973 - X Mansion

Y/N breathed a sigh of contentment as she stood out the front of the mansion, all tidied up and ready to reopen.

'I forgot what it used to look like without the overgrown weeds and dusty windows,' Charles admitted as he looked over the entrance too.

'Now whose fault would that be?' Hank asked with a smug smirk on his lips, but it quickly dropped with Charles' side eye.

Y/N smiled at the familiar banter. It had been a long six years full of struggle and pain and loss since Charles officially closed the school. But a man called Logan from the future had convinced Charles of something Y/N had been unable to, and while Y/N hadn't be able to bring Raven home, she'd been able to help their future and bring Charles back to life.

It had taken a few weeks to clean the mansion up with just the three of them. They had no one else to ask. Logan was missing, Raven too. Erik had gone into hiding, and Sean and Angel and most other mutants had been subjected to and killed by Trask's cruel Sentinel trials. None of them had a chance to say goodbye, and that very thought haunted Y/N even now.

And Alex... Last time Y/N checked, Raven had freed him and other mutants in the army who'd been locked up from the rest of the soldiers for some reason. No doubt for experiments. Y/N had been on base that day, but she'd gone to another bunker with other mutants. Her and Raven had stayed behind after that; Y/N never got even a glimpse of him, but Raven said he was okay and that he missed her.

'That doesn't matter now,' Y/N said. 'What matters is we're doing what we were meant to be doing all along. Speaking of which...' Y/N turned to the two men kind of sheepishly. '...I actually can't start teaching again just yet. I have to go.'

'What?' Hank asked. 'Why? We need you here.'

'I know, and I have every intention of coming back,' Y/N hastily reassured. 'I just... I need to go find someone.'

'Who?' Hank asked, but Charles was looking at her knowingly.

'It's Alex, isn't it,' he asked, but it wasn't really a question. Besides, he'd probably read her mind.

Y/N nodded. 'He used to call me from base every two weeks, send letters once a month. But then the calls stopped coming about a year ago, and so did the letters. I didn't even know if he was alive until Raven and I went to his air base. But I didn't see him, and now I need to find him to see if he did make it home after all.'

Charles looked at her and he smiled, the action caught somewhere between pride and sadness. 'You really love him, don't you?' he asked softly.

Y/N found the same smile stretching across her lips as she nodded. 'Very much so.'

Charles chuckled softly as he looked away, then somewhere over her shoulder. 'Very well then, off you go. But... something tells you'll find him closer to home than you think.'

Confused, Y/N turned to follow where he was looking over her shoulder and saw a black Cadillac pulling into the driveway. It wasn't until the driver pulled up in front of the building and stepped out that Y/N realised what Charles meant.

Alex Summers stood facing her from the driver's door, smiling smoothly at her as he pulled off his aviators. 'Hey, princess,' he said, his tone somewhere between his usual swagger and pure relief.

Y/N flew down the front steps and over to him. He held his arms out expecting a hug, but all Y/N saw was red as she lined up to slap him square across his face. The sound was crisp and cut through the air, silencing even the birds.

Alex was stunned as he turned back to her confused. 'What the heck was that for?'

'How long have you been home' Y/N asked, ignoring him.

'Um, like, a month? I don't really know-'

'And you didn't call me? Let me know you were okay?'

'I was kind of busy consoling my family since I've been gone for like six years,' he argued, rubbing his cheek. 'And you seemed to be busy too. You know, saving the world and all.'

Y/N couldn't argue with that, but she still wanted to be mad at him. He had her all worried for nothing. 'You still could've called me.'

'I'm here now, aren't I?' He reached a hand out to clasp hers and she allowed him to puller her closer with it. 'Trust me, there wasn't a day that I didn't think of you, wishing I was back here with you. I'm sorry if I made you worry.'

His genuine tone softened her anger until it was nothing but relief and joy at seeing him. She pressed her forehead against his own and smiled. 'Like you said: you're here now, right?'

With that, the two connected in a long awaited kiss that reflected all their longing and love for one another. They were so enthralled with one another that they didn't hear a word of Charles' and Hank's conversation happening just a few steps away.

'Wow,' Hank said, trying not look at his long-time friends making out in front of him. 'Alex and Y/N. Not going to lie, did not see that coming.'

'Oh, I did,' Charles said smugly, though his eyes reflected the happiness he had for his close friends. 'From the moment they met, I knew they were inevitable. You didn't need to be a psychic to see that coming.'

1978 - Alex and Y/N's house

Y/N sighed as she unlocked the front door to her and Alex's house. They'd moved in together about a year ago, hating constantly going between the school and Alex's old apartment. He hadn't returned as a teacher to the school after the army as she had, and so found a place of his own. But one night they'd both realised they didn't want to keep figuring out whose place they would spend the night at. They wanted a place for themselves, and the rest was history.

Y/N kicked off her sneakers, grateful for the relief she felt as she walked into the lounge room where her feet sunk into the carpet. Alex seemed to have had an early mark from his office with the U.S. Military, as he was in the kitchen cooking. His soldier days were thankfully over, but he'd been promoted to a desk job which didn't really suit him but it paid well and he could actually try and make a difference from there. For both humans and mutants enlisted into the army.

'Hey, princess,' he said, stirring up some sauce that had Y/N almost drooling for.

'Hey, baby,' she said tiredly as she came up behind him and cuddled him, breathing out a content sigh as she attempted to meld into his back.

'Wow,' he said with a chuckle, 'no asshole today? You've definitely had a bad day.'

'Don't push it,' Y/N warned, but it was an empty threat as she didn't move a muscle. Alex was always so warm, and now that it was winter she craved his presence even more. 'You didn't have to make dinner.'

'I know,' he said nonchalantly, continuing to stir the delicious smelling sauce. 'But I figured if you weren't home by five, you'd had a hard day.'

'Aw,' Y/N cooed, squeezing his torso slightly tighter. 'Alex Summers, you can be so thoughtful, you know that?'

'Besides,' he said, finally putting the sauce bowl down and turning in Y/N's arms to face her, a cheeky smile on his lips, 'you take forever to cook and I want to eat at some point tonight.'

Y/N's smile dropped. 'I take it back. You are a jerk.'

'That's nothing new,' he said as he pulled her in for a loving kiss. Y/N really enjoyed their more fervent kisses - the ones that left her breathless and hungry for more because she just couldn't get enough of him. But this - the gentleness, the care, the love transferred between their lips - calmed and grounded her. Reminded her she was at the best place in the world: home.

'Why don't you go have a shower, relax, and I'll have dinner ready by the time you come out?' Alex asked after they ended their kiss, rubbing his hands up and down her arms in comfort.

Y/N shook her head. 'While that does sound like a wonderful time, I'd rather help you cook the rest of dinner.'

'You sure? It's nothing special or hard. I can handle it-'

'Alex,' she interrupted, heading for the drawer with all their aprons, 'I have spent all day at a desk or in a classroom looking at paperwork and marking grades. I want to help. I want to spend time with you. It's treat enough that you're home before the sun sets.'

She tied her apron up, rolled up the sleeves of her dress shirt and reached into the pantry 'Now, let's get this pasta cooking.'

The rest of the night was relaxed, with Alex and Y/N chatting about anything and everything while they cooked. They continued chatting during dinner, and Y/N laughed at Alex spilling red pasta sauce all over his cream shirt. Before they knew it, bed time had fallen upon them.

Y/N was just brushing her teeth as she was explaining how her day was going to go tomorrow. 'Now remember, I'm going on an excursion with the kids tomorrow to the national history museum so I won't be home until six, I think.'

When Alex didn't answer, Y/N asked, 'Alex? Did you hear me?' He didn't answer again, and so Y/N spit out the toothpaste and hurried back into their bedroom.

'Alex? Why aren't you-'

Y/N's heart almost stopped as she was met with Alex Summers on one knee, holding a delicate but beautiful ring up to Y/N.

'Believe me when I say I had a different plan in mind for this,' he said, eyes hopeful and the twitches of a fearful smile pulling at his lips. 'I had it all planned out and was going to do it when we go on our trip next month. But those places don't mean anything to us: here does. In our home.'

To Y/N's surprise, Alex's eyes welled up with tears as he continued his speech. 'Tonight was perfect, and I realised... that I want to have a night like tonight every night. You are too good for me, Y/N. I can be a jerk and an asshole and self-centred and rash - but you take it all in stride and put me in my place and I thank you for that.

'I love you, Y/N. And I want to love you - fight with and for you, explore with you, live with you - for the rest of my life. So, Y/N L/N... will you marry me?'

Alex never cried, so seeing him get emotional opened the floodgates in Y/N's own tear ducts. Y/N clasped her mouth as both sobs and joyous laughter escaped her, leaving her a blubbering mess.

Y/N wiped away her tears and flashed Alex the most loving smile she could manage. 'What do you think? Of course I will marry you, Alex Summers.'

Alex breathed a sigh of relief and his tears of joy finally fell as he stood up and embraced Y/N. Y/N couldn't hold him any tighter it seemed, couldn't pull him close enough even when there was no space left to close between them. But finally they parted and Alex slipped the delicate ring onto Y/N's finger. It shimmered in the low lamp light coming from their bedside and Y/N couldn't imagine anything more fitting.

'It's beautiful, Alex,' Y/N said, still sniffling.

'Anything for my princess,' he muttered into her hair as he held her close.

Y/N laughed into his chest before craning her neck back to look up at him. 'You're locked in now, asshole. No take-backsies.'

Alex laughed. 'Don't you know?' he asked, leaning down to capture her lips in another loving kiss. '...I was always in it for the long run,' he said after breaking away, warm breath fanning across Y/N's cool skin.

1983 - X Mansion

Y/N was just leaving her classroom when four students came flying by.

'Hey!' Y/N called out, and the four students stopped.

'Sorry, Mrs. Summers,' Jubilee said, a bashful expression on her face.

Y/N eyed who else was with Jubilee. Jean Grey, and the two new students: Kurt Wagner and her brother-in-law Scott Summers.

Y/N placed her free hand on her hips as she looked at them skeptically. 'And where are the four of you off to in such a hurry at this time of day?' she asked, noting how it was the middle of the day.

'Uh...' Jean started, looking unsure.

'We were just off to the library,' Scott interjected, his voice confident and full of bravado. 'To study.'

Y/N narrowed her eyes on Scott. Scott was not the studious kind, and usually she could read Scott like a book. But since his mutation kicked in and he'd had to wear the ruby quartz glasses, it was hard to tell what he was truly thinking.

'That's right!' Kurt added over-enthusiastically, and the others nodded in agreement.

Based on their adamant responses, Y/N knew something was up. But she released a sigh and waved them off. 'Okay, but don't study too hard then.'

'Yes, Mrs. Summers,' Jean and Jubilee said together, then grabbed Kurt and headed around the corner and out of sight.

Scott was just about to do the same when Y/N called out to him. 'Hey, Scott.' He stopped and turned, his lips pulled down in a frown, possibly worried that he'd been caught out. But she just smiled and said, 'It's nice to see you've made some friends already.'

Relief and genuine appreciation split his lips into a smile. 'Yeah. Me too,' he said, then he took off after the others, their laughter bouncing off the walls of the old mansion.

It genuinely made Y/N happy to see Scott making friends. He was usually the reserved type, making small rebellions but certainly not as loud as his older brother. He used to be the kid that got picked on at school, so to see him actively engaging with other kids was promising.

It was the changing period between classes and so all the students were milling about the halls as Y/N made her way down the steps to the front foyer. She had a free period so she was in no hurry.

What she didn't expect to see, once the children had cleared, was Hank and Raven of all people standing together in the foyer.

'Raven?' Y/N said in disbelief, a baffled smile adorning her lips.

Raven and Hank seemed to have been engaged in a serious discussion, but she returned Y/N's smile and opened her arms for an embrace. 'Hey, Y/N.'

Y/N accepted the offer and embraced her long-time friend tightly. 'Oh, it is so good to see you, Raven. It has been too long.'

'Yeah, since seventy-three I believe.' The two women pulled apart but held hands. Raven ran her fingers over Y/N's hands and her fqace changed to shock and happy surprise. 'Oh my God, you got married?!' she exclaimed, bringing Y/N's left hand up to inspect the delicate diamond.

'Yeah. Alex and I just celebrated five years,' Y/N said, her words taking on a sad tone.

'Five years...' Raven dropped Y/N's hand, a sad expression on her face. It was then Y/N recognised that Raven was in the skin she'd worn for years to fit in with society, not her natural blue. There was slight betrayal and hurt on Raven's face too.

'We tried finding you, Raven,' Y/N said, grasping tight to her friend's hands. 'I wanted you there. Truly. You just... Well, since D.C. I imagine you've been busy.'

Raven's betrayal morphed into shame. 'I'm sorry,' she said. 'I would've loved to have been there. For you.'

Y/N knew she meant it, and so she flashed Raven a smile and said, 'It doesn't matter now, though. You're here now, and it is so good to see you. Speaking of which, why are you here?'

'I came to speak with Charles about Erik,' Raven admitted, the two women finally releasing each other's hands. 'I think he's in some trouble.'

'I was just telling her Charles and Alex were out,' Hank added.

'Well, they should be back in the next hour, I think,' Y/N said. 'Why don't we wait in Charles' office until then.'

As they all waited, Y/N and Raven decided to catch up. They discussed everything from the school to Raven's personal missions as a vigilante for mutants to Y/N and Alex's marriage.

'I must admit, I always knew you two would end up together,' Raven commented, a knowing and cheeky smile on her face.

'No you didn't,' Y/N argued. 'Did you even know Alex and I back then? We fought like cats and dogs!'

'Still do, depending on the day,' Hank muttered as he drank his tea.

Y/N flashed him a hard glare before turning back to Raven.

'Oh come on, it was practically inevitable you two would end up together,' Raven countered, laughter dancing on her words. 'But I'm happy to hear you two are happy. You're some of my oldest friends and you deserve happiness.'

'Thank you, Raven,' Y/N said softly.

'So, how many do you have?'

Y/N raised an eyebrow in confusion. 'How many what?'

'Kids. I can only assume you've got an army waiting for you at home...' Raven quietened as she noticed Y/N's demeanour change. Her smile dropped and she sunk back into the couch more. 'Did I say something wrong?'

Y/N shook her head and tried smiling for her friend, but tears welled in her eyes. 'No, you didn't. It's just... Alex and I found out we can't have children about a month ago.'

'Oh, Y/N.' Raven didn't know what to say or do. She just reached a hand out was a grateful that Y/N took it for support.

'We've been trying since we got married,' Y/N explained, wiping the tears away before they even fell. 'When nothing was happening, we decided to go see a specialist. But I guess even being a mutant doesn't make us immune to human genetic failure.'

She gestured to the closed doors that led from Charles' office to the school beyond 'Besides,' Y/N continued fondly, 'I have hundreds of kids already to deal with,. Children of my own would just complicate that probably.'

Raven just hummed in agreement, but said nothing more. No doubt she could sense or even see Y/N only meant half of what she said. Y/N truly loved each and every kid at the school, but it broke her heart to know she'd never have a daughter or son that had her eyes or Alex's smile, her wit or Alex's bravery.

Before they could dwell on the sad matter any further, the doors to the office opened and in came Charles, Alex, and someone Y/N thought she'd never see ever again.

'Moira?' Raven said as the three entered the room, standing to her feet in shock.

'Raven?' Charles asked.

'I'm sorry, have we met before?" Moira asked, cluelessly smiling at Raven, then Y/N and Hank.

Soon enough, Raven and Charles needed to converse privately and so Y/N, Alex, Hank, and Moira stood in the foyer awaiting their decision. Hank took one for the team and took Moira for a bit of a tour around the school while Y/N and Alex stayed in the foyer to talk.

'Never thought I'd see you step inside these halls during school hours again,' Y/N said cheekily.

'My brother and Charles are the exceptions,' he said, and when Y/N pouted he added quickly, 'and of course my beautiful wife.'

'Hmmm, sure asshole,' she said, before allowing him to kiss her briefly.

'You know you can be so mean sometimes,' he said as he pulled away.

'That's why you love me though, right?' she asked.

'Hmmm, sure princess,' he mirrored her earlier comment, earning a light slap to his shoulder as they devolved into laughter.

'So, how's Scott doing?' Alex asked, genuinely concerned for his little brother.

'Don't worry,' Y/N reassured him. 'He's fitting in just fine. Although he said he was going to study just before...'

'Oh, he's definitely doing something he shouldn't be then,' Alex said.

After a moment of silence, Y/N said, 'I was talking to Raven just before... about us not being able to have children.'

The topic always made Alex more protective, and so he placed his hands on her arms and started gently rubbing them up and down slowly. 'You okay?'

'Yeah I'm fine, but it did get me thinking... why don't we look at adopting?'

Alex looked halfway between shocked and happy when she said it. 'Are you sure?'

Y/N nodded. 'Why not? There are so many kids in this world that have no homes, no families. We could be that for them.'

Alex smiled brighter than he ever had as he embraced her so hard he lifted her off her feet with joy. 'I love you,' he said as he finally put her down, then looked at her as if she was the light of his life. 'We're gonna have a family.'

Y/N nodded then pulled him into a short kiss, just as Hank and Moira finally came back to the foyer and Charles' office doors opened. 'Y/N and Hank, you are dismissed from classes for the rest of the afternoon,' he said. 'We have to find Erik.'

~~~

It all happened so fast.

Someone hijacked Cerebro and controlled Charles momentarily, taking over the world for just a split second. Raven, Hank, and Y/N were finally able to wrench Charles free of the power and then Charles commanded Alex to destroy Cerebro.

The incident left the whole group, except for Moira, panting and drained as they exited the flaming room. Charles was unconscious in his chair, giving no signs that he was okay.

Y/N sensed a change in the area's energy force, and looked down the hallway to where a portal was opening. 'Uh, guys...'

The rest of the group followed her gaze to where five figures stepped out of the portal, one notably being an old friend.

'Erik,' Raven said softly, realisation dawning on her face too late. He was not here to be friendly.

Before anyone could react, Erik reached out to Charles' chair and brought him in to their portal which was firing up again.

'Charles!' Raven called out.

The winged figure protected Charles as the others stepped in front of him as barriers. Not that any of Y/N's group chased after them - wait, one person did.

'Alex, no!' Y/N said as her husband ran past her. When he didn't listen, she chased after him.

'Alex!' Hank called out behind them.

'Hey, asshole!' Alex called out to the blue man standing out the front of Erik's group.

The portal reopened around Erik, Charles and the other figures, the blue man stepping out in front to say, 'All will be revealed my child.' His voice was haunting, echoing all around them in a way that emanated power. He was not a standard level mutant.

But Alex still ran, and Y/n sensed he was charging up to fight.

'Alex, don't!' Y/N was almost there, could reach him in another few steps.

'Wait!' Hank called out, but Alex was lining up, red plasma already bursting from his chest. 'Stop!'

Y/N finally realised Hank's fear. While she was trying to stop Alex from chasing after mutant much stronger than all in the room, Hank was more concerned as to what was just beyond the doors Erik and Charles stood before.

Y/N's fingers just grazed Alex's shoulder when he let out a powerful plasma blast. But Erik and Charles disappeared into the portal before the blast could reach them, instead allowing it to burn through the metal doors that lead into the jet hangar.

Y/N pulled Alex behind her as the explosion happened. She threw up her hands and conjured a force field that surrounded the entire hangar just as the fire was about to reach her face. The strain was immediate as well as the heat, and Y/N almost crumbled as the explosion bounced and rolled around in the bubble.

'Y/N!' Raven called out, and Y/N felt hands on her arm and shoulder as Alex came into view.

'Baby?' he asked, eyes apologetic and frightened.

'I'm okay,' Y/N managed out, breathing deeply as the strain increased. 'Get everyone out. Now.'

'We can't just leave you here,' Hank argued.

'We won't,' Alex answered. 'I'll stay with her. Let me know when everyone is out.' When Raven and Hank didn't move, Alex said, 'Go!'

Once they'd gone, Y/N said, albeit with a strain, 'You should go, too.'

'I'm not leaving you,' he said, the weight of his hand on her back ever present. 'Hank and Raven can get the kids out themselves.'

'I'm not just talking about the kids.' Y/N managed to tear her gaze from the swirling explosion just beyond her force field to look Alex in the eyes. 'Go find Scott. Make sure he's okay.'

'I trust Hank and Raven,' Alex said.

Y/N's hands shook and so she turned her attention back to the force field. 'Alex, I don't know how much longer I can hold this. And I'd rather you not be here in case-'

'Don't say that.' Alex moved more into her vision so she didn't have to break her concentration. 'I put you in this mess, I will see you through it. You're the toughest person I know, Y/N. If anyone can hold this, it's you.'

Y/N saw on his face he truly meant it, but her hands shook harder now and the fire was pushing against the field more. Y/N swallowed a groan because as much as she didn't agree with Alex, she had to try.

Every second counted.

But every second was torture.

In reality, it was only five minutes before Hank notified Alex that the school had been cleared. But Y/N's vision was starting to spot black and her entire body now shook. Sweat rolled down her face and exhausted tears threatened to spill over.

Alex's phone buzzed and he answered the incoming call. 'The kids are all out,' Hank said, his crackling due to the horrible service of the lower levels. 'We're coming back for you.'

'Don't!' Y/N strangled out, groaning as the strain increased. She was aware of Alex's gaze on her so she turned slightly to look him in the eyes and saw something that she didn't want to see.

Hank kept talking. 'What? No, we're coming back down-'

'It's okay, Hank,' Alex said calmly, his eyes never leaving Y/N. 'Just... keep them safe.'

'Alex, wait what-'

Alex ended the call and Y/N could've screamed with frustration. 'No,' she whispered. 'You're not staying with me.'

'You never planned on getting out of this alive,' Alex stated. 'Did you?'

'I've made my peace,' Y/N explained. 'You need to be here for Scott.'

'You are my wife, Y/N!'

'And he is your brother!' Tears finally spilled as her powers began to wain. 'He is young and scared and he needs his brother so please Alex, go!'

Pain and indecision whirled in Alex's eyes as he looked from her to the doors that would save his life. Y/N couldn't hold on much longer, but she'd make sure he would get out. Tears spilled down his gorgeous face. Even after all this time he still looked as he had when him and Y/N first met, apart from the hair of course.

Resolve and love and apology was on his face as he finally looked back to Y/N, and he said, 'Scott will understand.'

He was really doing this. He was really going to die with her.

'I can't protect us once I let this field down,' she strangled to say, tears and pain and regret threatening to overwhelm her. 'I have nothing left, Alex.'

'You've done enough,' he said gently, then manouvered himself to stand between her arms so he was face to face with her. He cradled her face in his hands then pulled his lips to hers for one final kiss. 'I'm sorry,' he whispered, tears streaming down his face.

'I'm not,' Y/N replied, and despite their situation she smiled as brightly as she could. 'We had a pretty good run, didn't we?'

That finally brought a smile to his face. 'We sure did, princess.' He looked into her eyes, his gaze unwavering and the way he held her was heavenly. 'I love you.'

'I love you,' Y/N answered, then her energy emptied completely and she fell into Alex's arms.

They held each other as fire engulfed them and the mansion exploded, unable to be torn from each other even at Death's door.

1983 - X Mansion, post Apocalypse Battle

Scott Summers stood before two headstones with X's on them that had been put up in the school's courtyard. Both had his last name.

Alex Summers

Havok

1941-1983

Husband, Brother, Friend, Hero

Y/N Summers (neé L/N)

Aura

1942-1983

Wife, Teacher, Friend, Hero

Scott took his glasses off to wipe his tears. He hadn't been able to fully process his loss thanks to Apocalypse, but now that the school was rebuilt and he was back at school, he was more than aware of Alex and Y/N's absence.

He felt a hand slip into his, and he put his glasses back on to find Jean smiling sadly at him. 'I'm so sorry, Scott,' she said, and he didn't need to be a mind reader to know she truly meant it. 'I never met your brother, but Aura - Y/N, spoke often of him and their heroics at our age. He sounded amazing.'

'He was,' Scott said, looking back to his brother's and sister-in-law's graves. 'He was my hero.'

'They both were heroes.'

The two teens turned to find Hank, Raven, and Charles - now bald from the battle - strolling and wheeling into the courtyard respectively. Charles didn't speak again until the three of them reached the teenagers. 'Even as children, I knew they would be heroes. And in a society where mutants weren't trusted, even feared... They saw the best in the world. Always.'

'They gave everything they could to this school,' Hank added, eyes watering behind his glasses as he looked over his friends' graves. 'They were some of the best people I know, even now.' Hank allowed a tear to fall but he laughed. 'Even if your brother was a bit of a dick, sometimes.'

'Only sometimes?' Scott said, and the group laughed and the weight of grief on Scott's shoulders lifted slightly.

When it grew silent once more, Jean said, 'But is this to be our fate? Where we fight for a world that doesn't want us? Is a premature death only inevitable?'

'Death is always inevitable, Jean,' Raven said gently, and walked up to place a reassuring hand on her shoulder. 'But if Alex and Y/N proved anything to us all is that it doesn't matter what time we have on this earth; it's what we make of it. While we can, we will fight for a better future. For all of us.'

Jean nodded then turned back to the graves along with everyone else. Resentment and pain and loss roiled within Scott as he looked down at where his brother and sister-in-law rested. 'I wished he hadn't died,' he admitted, because that's all he truly wanted.

'Me too, Scott,' Charles said, wheeling up beside him. 'He loved you very much, though. Always spoke about you - about how you were to do great things with your life. I truly believe that, you know.'

'At least he died doing what he loved,' Scott said as he gestured to the rebuilt school. 'Protecting mutant kind.'

The group was silent for another few minutes, just reflecting on their times with the two people in the ground. Then Hank ushered the two teens back to class, and after sometime Raven left to go teach also.

Charles remained for a while longer, unable to leave his friends that he'd buried, that he'd gotten killed. Some small part of him wished he'd never sought them out to join the X-Men. They could've lived quieter lives, safer lives. But we wouldn't have been happy, Charles could practically hear Y/N say with that hopeful smile of hers, and Charles smiled at the thought.

And besides, if he hadn't recruited the two, Alex and Y/N wouldn't have met. And wouldn't that have been a true disservice to his students to never have witnessed such hope and love.

Or maybe they would have. After all, like he'd said, they'd been inevitable from the start.

And maybe Jean was right; possibly, a mutant's life was to inevitably end prematurely. But Raven was also right.

Charles touched Alex's headstone, then Y/N's, tears pouring down his face. 'Thank you, friends,' he whispered tearfully. 'Rest well. You've earned it.'

As the years went on, and the school took on more students and the gardens grew higher and wilder, Charles sought to personally keep his friends' graves clean and tidy. He told each student the tales of his fallen friends, the ones he was unable to bury as well. He made sure that the First Class of X-Men were not forgotten, and that their dream of a better future lived on in the next generation.

Sometimes, as he grew older, Charles saw a little bit of Alex and Y/N when he saw Scott and Jean. It broke his heart to know that Alex would never see his little brother become an excellent hero such as Alex, or that Alex and Y/N wouldn't grow old alongside him and Hank and Raven.

But their spirit lived on anyway, and maybe that was the inevitability of it all in the end.