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sinner-as-saint · 6 years ago

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Post Endgame Steve Rogers Fic.

Requested by anon: “I was wondering if you could possibly write something about where the reader was Tony’s daughter, from a one night stand before he was iron man, and is dating Steve, so when Tony passes in Endgame she uses sex with Steve as a way to help her grieve?”

Themes: Smut, angst, feels, language, a little bit of soft Bucky

A/n: Let’s pretend Steve didn’t go back to return the stones right away. I mean he does eventually, but just not right after the funeral. Enjoy loves! And do let me know what you think, i love hearing feedback!

You sat in the living area of the new home your dad left you in his will, not far from the Avengers’ compound. A cup of strong, black coffee in your hand and your laptop on your lap, you just scrolled through the countless number of emails and fan art you were receiving or being tagged in – the world was mourning for your father like they should for the hero he was. While Morgan sat next to you, munching messily on her second mini cheeseburger of the night. She reminded you so much of your dad it was crazy.

You were Y/n Stark, daughter of Tony Stark. You never knew who your mother was, and your dad didn’t know either. All you could put together was that you were conceived during Tony Stark’s playboy days; years before he became Iron Man. And what you dad told you was that one day long time ago, a man showed up on his doorstep with a baby and a handwritten letter. And the unknown man left both you and the letter in his hands before going away without a word.

Upon reading the letter, Tony figured that you were his daughter. You were 10 months old at the time. And ever since then, you had the best dad anyone could ask for.

Time passed and your dad almost died, was kidnapped and eventually became Earth’s best defender; Iron Man and you couldn’t be happier when he first introduced you to the Avengers. Your relationship with Pepper was awesome too. Your dad was your best friend, and losing him was your worst nightmare. A nightmare which came true.

You went to every single mission with your dad; despite his over protectiveness. And you fought alongside your father every single time, until the Civil War between him and Cap.

You both had a huge argument when he found out that you were siding with Steve. He said things he didn’t mean and you did too. And after finding out the whole story, you didn’t want to choose sides anymore, so you disappeared. For years nobody knew where you went; your dad was losing his mind and then Thanos happened.

You somehow showed up in Wakanda while your dad was on Titan. Long story short, you thought you had lost him in the snap, but then he came home.

Your dad decided that he wanted to marry Pepper finally and settle down somewhere far from the superhero life. And you were happy for him truly. They had a simple wedding, and then they had a daughter, Morgan.

You lost people in the snap, and for 5 years you all tried to move on.

During those five years, you lived with the Avengers, well what was left of them. You helped Nat through it all and you somehow grew closer to Steve more than anyone else. And before you knew it, you were starting to catch feelings for the super soldier.

After the last battle, when you saw your father die right in front of you, you were completely broken. You were still in denial at his funeral. In his prerecorded message for all of you, he mentioned that he was leaving you, Morgan, Peter and Harley everything he had, including a lavish, smart home built just for each one of you. Morgan lived with Pepper, while you lived alone in your spacious home. And it got lonely sometimes, but the team kept visiting. Peter would come by sometimes, Sam and Bucky would too. Steve was somehow always away but he visited whenever he could.

The team were still debating over who would actually go to place all the stones back. You offered to go, but a loud echo of ‘No!’ from many people, including Happy and Rhodey, shot back at you when you did propose that idea during a recent meeting. Being Tony Stark’s daughter, it was a habit for them, instilled by Tony himself, to be protective over you.

Morgan’s voice dragged you back to reality from the flashback you were having.

“Can I please have another one, Y/n?” she asked, giving you the best puppy eyes ever. She had your dad’s eyes and whenever you looked into them, you knew that he was with you in another form.

“Nice try Morgoona, but mom is gonna kill us both if she ever found out that I’m your cheeseburger dealer. Also, she’s on her way to pick you up, she’s done with work. You can have cheeseburgers tomorrow baby, for now, let’s wipe your face,” you were babysitting Morgan while Pepper was caught up with work and meetings all day.

An hour later, Pep came over to pick Morgan up asked you if you wanted to join them for dinner. You politely refused because you still needed time to recover before going back to the lake house which was filled with your dad’s memories.

It was around 10 p.m. and you were just lounging in the living area with a book when your phone buzzed on the coffee table not far from you.

It was a message from Steve.

1 new message from Captain Dorito: Can I come over? Need to talk.

It simply said, yet the seven little words made your heart pound inside your chest. You and Steve were an on and off couple. Yeah you had sex multiple times in the past, but since you lost your father and since Bucky came back, you both had been a bit distant from one another; taking time to heal and catch up with the ones you had lost.

His text was short and simple, but your tried your hardest to read between the words, and when you couldn’t figure anything out – you texted him a simple ‘yeah’ and paced around in your living room until you heard the roar of his car’s engine coming through your property’s gate.

Just a few moments later, the AI your father had created and installed in your house spoke up.

“Captain Rogers is at the door, Y/n.” it simply said. And you let out a loud breath.

“Let him in, Mr. J,” you replied back. He was named after Jarvis, because he was your favorite AI that your dad ever made. You wanted to name yours Jarvis Junior but then settled on Mr. J because it was cooler.

You were on the first floor so it took him a few seconds to come in the room which you were in and those few seconds felt like an eternity. Then you finally saw him, after days.

He walked in your living room, carefully shaved, his soft, signature smile on and wearing a long sleeved, tight, navy blue shirt which accentuated his defined abs and his biceps. The sight of him alone made your heart go crazy in a really good way.

“Hey Y/n,” he simply said, greeting you with his muscular arms wide open; hoping for a much needed hug.

Perhaps it was the fact that you hadn’t seen each other in quite a while. Perhaps it was because you missed him. Or perhaps it was because you were tired of being alone and acting so strong for Morgan, Peter, Pepper, and Rhodey and basically everyone else that you needed a shoulder to cry on as well. Either way, you ran into his arms and wrapped your limbs around him, a few tears falling down your cheeks in the process and landed on his shirt.

But he didn’t mind, he just wanted to hold you and let you know that it was okay and that he was here.

You jumped in his arms and wrapped your legs around his lean waist, while his strong arms pressed your body against his even more.

The faint scent of his cologne calmed you down. The comfort in his smile reminded you that you were home, safe. His arms around your body made you feel protected and that no harm would ever fall on you.

“You’re here finally. What happened, bored of everyone already?” you asked, sniffling and he chuckled, rocking you slightly before placing you back on your feet.

You looked up at him, still in his embrace as his hands settled on both sides of your waist. Your e/c eyes bore into his ocean blue ones.

They held an incomparable depth. They weren’t just blue eyes, they were the kind that reminded you of the azure sea on a bright day. They reminded you of a dim ray of light passing through the rarest of blue diamonds. They shone like blue fire; burning along the rims of his black pupil. They reminded you of home.

“You’re not an option that I turn to when I’m bored, Y/n, I’ve told you many times before. You needed time to heal, but then I thought that you might need some company. I mean, you haven’t left this house in a whole week. Did you eat today?” he asked in his ‘Captain’ voice.

You sighed and smiled at his concern.

“Yeah I had cheeseburgers with Morgan,” you replied and from the look on his face, you could tell he was done.

“You Stark girls and your cheeseburgers! Want me to make you dinner, a proper dinner. Not just lumps of cheese and unhealthy processed meat which h-,”

“Jesus Steve! You sound like the old man you are! I’m fine, I just…miss you. A lot,” you laughed and stood on your tip toes to rub your nose against his.

Your lips brushed against his in the process and you caught the sharp intake of air he took.

His grip on your waist tightened and he smiled, placing his forehead against yours.

“I miss you too, a lot,” he whispered and his hot breath fanned your face.

Your hand held the back of his head as you pulled him down slightly so you could kiss him properly. His lips met yours for a slow kiss and both your mouth moved in perfect harmony.

The kiss quickly turned into one which was needy and passionate and it sent tingles all over your body. Your other hand held his face gently as his tongue slipped into your mouth. His taste drove you crazy. Your body burned with desire wherever his skin made contact with yours. And soon, it felt way to warm to still have your clothes on. So you got rid of them.

“Mr. J, shut down on the first floor, please. Thanks,” you quickly told the AI and as a response, you got two beeps – signaling that Mr. J was no longer recording audio nor visuals of the occurrence of the floor which you were in.

You briefly broke contact with your super soldier to take off your top while he pulled down your shorts and left them at your feet; leaving you only in your matching set of dark burgundy cotton underwear. He kissed his way up from your thighs until he reached your collar bones. He bit, kissed and marked your skin until he finally found his way to your sweet spot.

He mercilessly assaulted the skin just underneath your jaw with his mouth till you placed the palm of your hand underneath his tight shirt and over his abs.

“Take it off,” you spoke in your authoritative voice and he obeyed immediately.

“Yes ma’am,” he teased and took off his shirt in an agonizingly slow pace, followed by his pants; leaving him only in his black briefs which did nothing to hide his very prominent hard on.

Meanwhile, you made yourself quite comfortable on the nearby couch, watching him strip just for you; leaning backwards till your back hit the multiple soft cushions while you parted your legs slightly, just to invite him in but not give him the full show just yet.

A devilish smirk cast itself upon his handsome face when he saw you in the position, on that couch. And he knew exactly what you wanted.

He slightly pushed the nearby coffee table aside with ease and knelt in front of you. The palms of his hands on either of your knees as he pulled your legs further apart slowly. Your breathing grew faster as he maintained eye contact while hooking a finger on the side of your underwear and pulled it down lazily.

Your lust got the best of you and you hurried to unclasp your bra and let it fall by your side. You had been intimate with the soldier many times now, and being naked in front of him had never been an issue.

Upon seeing your delicate swells, his eyes got darker as his desire rushed through his body faster than before. His heartbeat increased just by seeing how beautiful you looked; naked in front of him, waiting patiently for him to take his time on you.

“You are so beautiful, baby,” he whispered against your inner thighs as his lips grazed the soft skin leisurely.

Your core was dripping and you knew he could see it because it was literally flowing out of your folds at this point. Your entrance was throbbing; awaiting desperately for his attention and his touch. Steve knew what you wanted, but he enjoyed teasing the living shit out of you.

He licked a thick stripe from your thigh to your hip bone, and kissed his way across your abdomen to reach the other side of your hip, all while carefully avoiding the spot where you wanted him the most.

You groaned out of frustration.

“Steve!” you mumbled, grabbing a handful of his hair and tugging on it gently.

He smirked against your skin and placed one last kiss right under your belly button before lifting his head up to meet your glossy eyes looking down at him.

“Yes? Want anything?” he asked nonchalantly as he rubbed his hands up and down your legs. His touch sent shivers right down your spine and despite the decent room temperature, you got chills.

You wanted him. All of him. He was your escape. Steve was what you needed to forget about everything for a short while. It seemed selfish, but it felt right.

“Yes, please just- touch me, Captain, please,” you whined in desperation and his eyebrows shot up while his smirk got bigger at the name used at him. He liked it.

His hands wrapped around your thighs as he pulled you closer to him slightly; your bare, dripping core much closer to his face now and when he spoke, his breath fanned against your wet folds and caused an intense sensation right on top of your throbbing core.

“Where does my girl want me? Right here?” he asked and before you could give him a proper answer, he slipped his tongue between your slippery folds and the warmth of his mouth dragged a loud moan out of you.

“Fuck! Right there Steve,” you moaned and held his head right above your heat, tugging on his scalp slightly as both your fists were tangled in his hair.

His tongue worked on your entrance, slipping in and out of your folds and occasionally circling your bundle of nerves and sucking harshly on it – driving you crazy with just his tongue.

Somehow, while he was at it, he slipped two fingers into your tight entrance and curled them upwards while he lazily stroked them in and out of you. And a rather vulgar moan slipped out of your mouth.

While he pumped his fingers in and out of you, his tongue flicked over your clit speedily while occasionally bringing his mouth over it to suck on it gently.

He worshiped your body with all his might, and soon, you came undone all over his mouth and his skilled fingers. Your body was squirming under him as the waves of euphoria washed over you, and your desire flowed out of you drop by drop as he removed his fingers from the tight, circular entrance of your core.

He didn’t waste any time in bringing his tongue back to your dripping heat once again, relishing whatever you had to offer him. His nose grazed your carefully trimmed bush and you could see your cum dripping down his chin. The sight was filthy, and you liked it.

His tongue brushed over your most sensitive spots and your body was shaking under his touch, and that didn’t stop him. He licked you clean and then stood up to look down at you.

“You always taste so damn good,” he whispered, stroking your hair gently with his hand as he stood in front of you, a thin layer of sweat all over his muscular abdomen and his broad chest.

His hard on looked so prominent that it looked like it must be painful at this point.

You took your bottom lip between your teeth as you waited for his next command.

“You’re gonna be a good girl and suck my cock now, aren’t you, babygirl? You’re gonna wrap your pretty mouth around me, yeah? Well, then get to work baby,” he whispered huskily and you didn’t waste another second.

You hurried and pulled down his black briefs, which pooled at his ankles and he carefully stepped out of them as you wrapped your hand around his thick length and pumped it a couple of times before taking just the tip into your mouth, knowing how much that got him to the edge.

“Fuck! Your mouth feels – holy fuck!” he moaned as you caught him off guard and toyed with his balls.

Your mouth wrapped around his leaking tip and your tongue twirled around it, dragging a few cuss words out of his oh so righteous and pure mouth.

To the world, Steve Rogers was a good, honest and saintly man. But here, naked with you, the feral and rawness in him came out and you liked knowing that you had the power to bring this wild side out of the noble, out of time, hero.

The cuss words flowed out of his mouth like a chant as your tongue brushed over the slit of his length before taking all of him into your mouth. You allowed him to slide inside your mouth until he hit the back of your throat.

You bounced your head as your mouth milked his length perfectly. His one hand held a grip in your hair while the other held your jaw possessively while you maintained eye contact with him.

His perfect face had a pleasant frown upon it as you moved your mouth around him, tracing each bump and each bulging vein with your tongue. His taste drove you wild, and soon, his grip tugged at your hair harder and he bucked his hips against your mouth, sliding his length in and out of your mouth faster than before. That signaled that he was close so coming undone.

You hollowed your cheeks and sucked on his hard length slightly, a hiss slipping out of his pink lips as you noticed that his muscles tensed and soon, you felt his load shoot the back of your throat.

His raw, salty taste fueled your lust for him.

His semi hard length slowly slipped out of your mouth as his eyes rolled back and he leaned his head back a little, breathing heavily with his mouth slightly parted as his orgasm washed through him as well. A few droplets of sweat trickled down his chest and he looked magnificent, his damp skin shining in the dim evening light of your living room.

The sight of him riding the waves of pleasure was something you couldn’t get used to no matter how many times you saw it before. He looked ethereal.

His heavy breathing ceased slightly as his grip on your jaw tightened. He bent down and brought his own face closer to yours.

His warm cum smudged slightly on the side of your mouth and the sight of having his cum messily all over your mouth drove the man insane.

He gripped your jaw and lifted your face up to line up with his. His grip on your jaw caused your mouth to part just the slightest.

“Look at you, all messy and wet with my cum all over your mouth. You’re mine, you get that? All mine,” he growled and spat in your mouth before quickly covering your mouth with his warm one.

The kiss was ferocious, animalistic and passionate. You could feel his lust for you in the kiss, his teeth clashed against yours and his lips made it their mission to bruise yours. The kiss hurt, but the passion and lust hidden in it minimized the pain.

His hands traveled everywhere all over your body. He pulled you up so you were standing as well, and slapped your thighs lightly. You took that as your cue to jump and wrap your legs around his waist once again.

He carefully walked the two of you to your bedroom, all while kissing the living shit out of you.

You briefly broke the kiss once he laid you down on your cool, satin sheets. He stood back, looked at you and smirked.

Oh, you knew that smile.

“Condoms on the t-,”

“The top drawer, yeah I know,” he smirked, finishing your sentence as he quickly opened the drawer, took one out, ripped the wrapping, took it out and handed it to you.

“Wanna do the honors?” he teased as you sat up and took the thin, transparent condom out of his hand and slipped it carefully onto his length.

You gave the glistening tip a quick peck and he growled again, making you smirk this time.

“Hurry up, Captain. I need you to fuck me, now!” you demanded and he was quick to follow your orders.

He pushed you back on the bed and wrapped his mouth around your nipple, while his hand toyed with the other one. His lips and fingers pinching and biting down on the soft buds gently.

He kissed his way down from the valley of your boobs, around your belly button, until he reached your core.

He rubbed his tip against your clit and you moaned out loud. He was barely in you and you were already so stimulated.

He applied just the slightest of pressure and rubbed his tip up and down your wet folds, earning another loud, obscene moan out of you followed by a chant of cuss words.

He smirked again.

“I love how your body responds to my touch babe,” he whispered quickly before slipping his length inside of you without another warning.

You took deep breaths as your entrance adjusted to his size. Again, no matter how many times you’ve been intimate with him, his size was definitely something which you couldn’t just get used to.

“Tell me if I hurt you, babygirl. Tell me if you want me to s-,”

“God! Just fuck me Rogers!” you playfully slap his chiseled face and his smirk grew wider.

His body hovered over yours as he supported himself up with his elbows, placed on either side of your head.

He moved his hips just the slightest and you felt his length stretch you to your maximum.

“Fuck, baby! You’re so fucking tight, shit!” you heard his groan under his breath as his lips found their way to your neck, kissing and biting the skin like he owned it.

Hearing him swear was always a turn on for you, and as your heard his vulgar words, your core got wetter and wetter – lubricating and easing his way as he rocked in and out of you.

He started slow, and when he realized that you had gotten used to his size – he sped up.

Sweat formed in between his eyebrows as he pounded into your heat. Your legs instinctively reached around his waist and you locked him in place.

One of his hands reached around your back as he lifted your back slightly off the bed sheets. The new angle allowed his length to stroke sensitive spots you didn’t know you had. Your wet walls clenched carefully around him and pumped him nicely.

His tip grazed your g-spot with almost every thrust and you were beginning you lose yourself in his embrace. Your head clouded with lust, passion and your love for him. And suddenly all that mattered in the world was the way your body connected with his in that moment. All you cared about was how he made you feel loved. All you could focus on was the filthy words which escaped his mouth.

His hand left your back and flew to your clit. He rubbed the little nub furiously and soon, the sweet, all too familiar pressure began forming itself right at your heat. And you knew you couldn’t hold it in much longer.

“Steve! Fuck, I’m so close, Captain. Can I cum, please?” you asked, unsure of whether you made any sense. And you heard him grunt and moan your name once again.

Hearing you calling him ‘Captain’ in bed was something which turned him on more than anything. And having you squirming underneath him, naked and at his mercy was a sight he would never forget.

“Hold on, baby. Just a little longer,” he whispered against your sweet spot and moved his mouth over yours once again, drinking in all the moans and cuss words which left your lips as he fucked you into oblivion. Your tight entrance applied just the right amount of pressure around his shaft and it was hard even for the super soldier to hold back his release.

His kissed you and you moaned into his mouth and soon, his thrust started getting more and more irregular. You knew he was close and suddenly you couldn’t keep it in anymore. The pressure building at your core became too much to hold back, so you let go. And you came undone around him.

“Fuck! Captain!,” was all you could say as you moaned out loud.

Your heartbeat rand in your ears as your back arched off the bed and your chest pressed against his. The feeling of your bare body against his was what brought about his intense orgasm.

He moaned out loud and felt his warm seed fill the condom. His heart rate increased as well, and your ragged breath against his cheek was the only thing he could focus on.

His length went limp inside you and he carefully slipped it out.

He removed the condom off, tied it and threw it somewhere on the ground; it being the last thing he cared about right now. His body fell on top of yours, yet he was careful as to not apply all of his body weight on top of yours because given that you were not enhanced in anyway – it would definitely crush you.

You wrapped your limbs around him once again as he moved to lay right next to you on the bed.

“I’ve always liked this bed, you know. And having you in it with me is just, heaven on Earth,” he whispered, kissing your sweaty forehead as he held you close.

You chuckled at his absolutely random confession.

You calmed you heartbeat and breathing before replying.

“I love you, Steve. Anywhere is heaven on Earth when I’m with you,” you confessed and placed a kiss on his chest before laying your head on top of it.

He laughed and placed a kiss on top of your hair, while stroking it gently.

It was true, this was your true definition of happiness. Here, with him in your bed; both of you tired and worn out from making love, limbs tangled with one another, the smell of sex in the air as you both tried to calm your racing hearts.

This was how you intended to spend the rest of your life, with him.

However, you couldn’t help but hear the faint whisper of your conscience asking you if he wanted the same.

Was this what he wanted as well? Did he envision his forever being with you?

You tried your hardest to silence the faint voice down.

“Hey, earlier in your text you said you needed to talk. Is everything okay?” you asked, desperately wanting that the little voice would just shut up.

His charming smile faded instantly as soon as those words left your mouth.

“Steve? Is everything okay?” you asked again and he shifted from under you and laid on his side, facing you properly as his hand flew to your cheek, his knuckles gently caressing the soft skin.

“We, uh, had another meeting today. Well, more like a heated discussion, if not an argument really. All of us, and Pepper was there too. I guess that’s why she was late to pick up Morgan, I don’t know. Look, what I-“

“You guys had a meeting without me? Why? Steve, I deserve to know what’s going on just like the rest of you do,” you couldn’t hide the hurt in your voice. And he caught it.

You sat up and pulled your blanket to cover your body from the chilly air coming from the AC.

Steve sighed and sat up too, getting under the covers with you.

You both leaned against the head board as Steve tried his best to answer to your queries.

“I know. And you do, you have the complete right to be mad at all of us, but just know that it was my idea not to tell you,” he explained and you couldn’t help but feel unwanted.

“Why?” was all you asked, your voice cracking in the process, and he sighed again before continuing.

“I proposed something. And I didn’t need someone else to tell me what a horrible idea it was while none of you understood that this is the right way to do it,” his words confused you.

“Steve, I don’t understand, what I-,”

“That stones. I’m gonna go return them, tomorrow. It’s high time now. How long are we gonna hold on to them and pretend that it’s too dangerous. We have to get them back to where they belong. Please, I was hoping that at least you would understand where I’m coming from,” he pleaded and you simply couldn’t ignore the lump in your throat.

You had all collectively agreed that it was a dangerous mission, with a crap ton of risks. And now, Steve was willing to risk it all.

“But, can’t someone else go? We can’t risk you Cap,” you were on the verge of tears. And he pulled you into his lap and held you close; placing his forehead against yours.

“And I can’t risk any of you while I sit here and wait. I have to be the one to do it. I’m the Captain, don’t forget that,” he further argued and the tears fell down your cheeks because you couldn’t hold them back anymore.

You were crying because you were afraid you would lose him, but also, because he was adamant; he was hell bent since day one about how he was the one who should go return the stones and ever since – you couldn’t help but feel as though this was more than him carrying out his ‘Captain’ duties. Somewhere, deep within your heart, you truly believed that he was trying to change something in his past. And that hurt you more than losing him.

“What if you miss the timing? What if you get stuck somewhere, we’ll never know. What if you get stuck, out of time, again? What if y-,”

“Shh, hey baby. I’ll be okay. I’ll be fine. I’ll come back to you, I will. I will come back to all of you. I promise you,” he pulled you in for a kiss and suddenly, for some weird reason, you felt like he was drifting far from you. But he was right there, in your arms, then why did it feel like he wasn’t?

You reluctantly agreed.

“Fine. I, I love you okay. Come back to me, please,” you whispered against his lips.

He didn’t answer, but he did capture your lips in a lazy, deep kiss. His hands held you close to him and in that moment; you forgot everything.

And you were too busy to notice that he didn’t say anything when you confessed your love for him.

Steve left after you both went for round 2, and cuddled for a while. You asked Mr. J to turn back on in the first floor and you went in your bathroom for a much needed bath.

While your body soaked in the tub, filled with peach scented oils and frothy bath bombs – you couldn’t stop the tears once again.

You thought about everything; your dad, your broken family and how alone you would be if it weren’t for Steve.

And while you were at it, you thought about Steve as well. What a story he had, of a super soldier trapped out of time in a world he didn’t quite fit in.

You thought about how scared he must have been when he woke up for the first time in 70 years, in the middle of a bustling city; out of time.

You thought about how heartbroken he must’ve felt when he realized that he had left his first love behind while he was stuck in this advanced world; out of time.

Hot tears fell down your face as your racing thoughts didn’t stop.

What if this isn’t what he wants?

Steve’s been trying so hard to fit in this fast paced world – one where he wasn’t supposed to be in the first place.

What if it was selfish of you to forcing him to stay here with you?

Maybe, you thought, you should just leave him the choice while the power would be in his hands tomorrow?

This, was never the life he chose. He’s trapped here. But what if he could change that, and live the life he wanted? What if he could really be with the one he once truly loved?

Your heart broke hearing your own thoughts, but you knew you had to let him go. Your dad taught you better than to be selfish when it comes to love. And you were gonna do the right thing, tomorrow.

-NEXT MORNING-

Guess it’s safe to say that you woke up wiser. You knew just what to do.

After a quick breakfast, you drove straight to the compound and made your way inside once you parked your car.

“And she finally left the house! I’m so happy you’re here, y/n!” Wanda gave you a long hug and you two casually talked for a while.

A few minutes later, Bruce walked in with Sam hot on his heels and it looked like they were arguing.

“…but you’re sure that he’ll make it back in one single piece because dude, he’s Captain America and one single mistake on your part and the entire country is gonna kick your huge, green a- Y/N! Hey, you’re here too!” Sam pulled you in for a hug as well.

You chuckled and hugged him back tightly.

“Hey birdie, missed me?” you asked and he just gave you one of his soft, caring smiles.

“Can’t lie, I did miss your annoying ass,” he answered and soon, Bruce picked you up from behind.

“HEY! We missed you!” the gentle giant said and you tried your best not giggle as he tickled your sides.

“I missed you guys too. Is Steve here?” you asked and Sam quickly told you that he was upstairs getting his quantum suit on.

You told the rest of the team that you’d be back in a minute as you rushed upstairs. You needed to talk to him urgently.

While on your way up, you bumped into a hard body.

“Shit! I’m so sorry,” you quickly apologized and looked up only to be met with a pair of crystal blue eyes.

Bucky placed his metal arm on your shoulder and gave it a little squeeze, smiling gently at you.

“You okay, doll? You seem a little shaken up, you alright?” he asked and you nodded, unable to speak because you were mentally rehearsing the speech you were about to deliver to Steve.

“Okay, I’m here if you ever need to talk. See you around,” he said and made his way downstairs.

You rushed through the corridor until you reached Steve’s room. You knocked and from inside came a muffled voice.

“Come in, Y/n,” was all it said and you pushed the door open and rushed inside.

“Hey Steve, uh, can we talk?” you asked.

“Sure, what’s wrong?” he asked, fixing his suit and securing the Pym particle on his side.

“I, I love you. Okay, I really do. You helped me when I couldn’t help myself. You, and the others, you got me out of my misery and you always knew how to cheer me up. Even when dad was gone, you were always there. You’re my best friend Steve, you’re my rock, and I love you. But…”

Your voice trailed off as you didn’t know how to word your emotions. You loved him, you really did – but holding on to him and asking him to stay would be selfish. And you couldn’t be selfish anymore, not when he had the chance to get his life, and his first love back. You wanted him to be happy, you wanted him to have the happy life he deserved. Even if it meant, not sharing the life with you.

“But? But what- hey are you okay? Y/n, please don’t cry, tell me what’s wrong babe, please,” he walked up to you and wrapped his arm around you while his other hand caressed your cheeks, wiping away your fallen tears in the process.

You sniffled and thought, maybe you should just say it.

“I, uh, I think you should stay back. I think you should live your life, with Peggy, back in time,” you whispered and for just a split moment, his breathing stopped.

He didn’t say a word so you thought you should clarify things further.

“No one has to know, Steve. I know you don’t fit in here. I know you loved her, a lot. And in just a matter of time, you’ll have the power in your hands. The stones, you can use them and, maybe, stay behind and live the happy life you deserve. With her, she’s the love of your life after all,” you said, a few more tears falling down your cheeks.

These ones, he didn’t wipe away because he was unable to move as the words left your mouth.

“Y/n… I, what? I can’t leave?” it sounded more like a question than a statement to you.

“You deserve it, Steve. I won’t say a word to anyone. I will always love and respect you as a person Steve. I value our friendship more than anything. All the time I spent with you, all those moments, they’ll always be special to me. But you deserve a happy life, Captain. One where you’re not out of time, one which you spend with the love of your life. You deserve that, Steve, you really do. As for us, we’ll manage, don’t worry,” you wiped your tears and hugged him tightly.

“You are one of the best person I’ve ever met, y/n. I love you, I, I don’t know what to say,” he whispered against your hair.

You smiled.

You were hurting, but realizing the true happiness he’ll receive once he goes back made everything better. You loved him, and you were gonna lose him, but somehow, it felt like it needed to happen.

You both walked out of the room and the entire team was waiting for you outside. It was time for Steve to go, but the rest of the team had no idea; that he was actually going.

You could see the worry clear on Sam’s face, while Bucky was smiling faintly at you.

Wanda was nowhere to be seen, and Bruce was busy with the time machine. You both walked up to the machine and Steve stopped to give Sam and then Bucky a hug. The two super soldiers shared a hundred year old inside joke and you smiled looking at both of them.

When they pulled away from the hug, Bucky gave you a half smile, and a curious look. One which you couldn’t quite understand but you soon shook it off as Steve wrapped his arms around you once again.

“Thank you, y/n, for everything,” he whispered quietly in your ear.

You inhaled his faint cologne one last time and gave his body a tight hug.

“Thank you for everything, Steve. Now, go live your life Captain,” you whispered back in his ear and he pulled away smiling.

Steve stepped on the time machine and smiled back at all of you.

“How long is it gonna take?” Sam asked Bruce. The worry in his tone was still very audible.

“For him, however long he needs. For us, ten seconds,” Bruce replied, going through everything one more time.

You stood right next to the machine and soon, Bucky was by your side.

“You did the right thing, y/n. It was a hard decision, but I’m glad you took the right one,” he whispered in your ear, and his words were unheard by both Sam and Bruce.

You turned your head abruptly to face him but before you could say anything, Bruce spoke up.

“Going quantum in 3, 2, 1,” and while he spoke, Steve’s mask was on and the machine whirred loudly.

And within a nanosecond, Steve was gone. And your heart felt heavy again.

A couple of seconds passed and the worry on Sam’s face grew even more prominent.

“And back in 3, 2, 1,” Bruce said, flipping a switch or two.

But nothing happened. Steve didn’t come back. He listened to you after all.

While Sam and Bruce argued over what was happening, you felt a cold, metal hand against your cheek. It was Bucky, and you didn’t realize that he had held you close to him the whole time as you watched Steve leaving.

“Don’t cry doll, you did the right thing,” he whispered and you nodded.

“Thanks Buck, I know. He deserved it, he deserved a chance to live his life with the one he truly loves,” you spoke in a low voice and he hugged you tightly.

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He left her lonely with a diamond mind And those ocean eyes

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whump-tr0pes · 5 years ago

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Honor bound - 47

Honor bound - 47 (tortured for information) - @badthingshappenbingo (requested by @worm-html, anon)

This is a series. Start here. Continued from here.

Red X is for posted, white X is for requested.

AO3

Cw: torture, blood, death mention

Isaac was busy cutting vegetables for dinner. He had his right hand, still bound in a brace, on top of the cutting board holding the vegetables in place. He handled the knife carefully in his left. Gray had offered to do it. “The last thing you need now is to cut a finger off.” Gray had said it with a laugh. Isaac had insisted. “I want to help. You don’t need to keep me away from the pointy objects.” He’d been smiling, too.

Tori peeked past his shoulder. He moved back to show her his work. “Is this the right size?”

She smiled and nodded. “Perfect. Thank you.”

Sam came into the kitchen, hobbling skillfully on their crutches. It was almost time to get the brace of their leg. Almost. “Can I help?”

Tori moved to shoo them out of the kitchen. “Nope. Thank you, though.” She was smiling gently.

Isaac turned, knife still in hand, a smile on his face too. “Come on, Sam. Be honest. You’re here because you want a sample.”

Sam froze, eyes on the knife.

They’d been around knives in the kitchen before. They’d helped Tori peel potatoes for shepherd’s pie not even a week ago. But something was different this time. Something was wrong.

“If you think this hurts you’re essentially fucked, Sam.”

They stumbled back, losing their grip on the crutch as a hand went up in front of them. Pain lanced through their bad leg. They swallowed. It’s ok it’s ok this is stupid it’s just Isaac it’s just a knife it’s fine it’s ok he’s not here it’s over this is stupid stupid stupid stupid.

“Let me put it to you this way. I’m not going to stop unless you tell me the address of your home base. It’s entirely up to you how long this goes on.”

They started to fall backwards as they lost their balance. Why why why no this is wrong why no this shouldn’t happen I’m fine I’m fine I’m fine I’m fine.

Gavin yanked Sam’s head back, baring their throat as they sobbed. They pulled desperately at the rope binding their wrists behind them in the chair. He waved the knife in front of their face.

“You sure you have nothing to say? Not a single clue about the address of your home base?”

Hot tears poured down Sam’s face as they tried to turn their head against Gavin’s grip on their hair. “N-no…no…please…”

Gavin sighed. “You’d think by this point you’d have figured out that I’m not fucking around, Sam.” He brought the knife to their left arm, just below the shoulder. Sam flinched away from the feel of the cold metal on their skin, their whimpers turning to screams as Gavin drew the blade across their arm, leaving a line of blood as it went. They writhed away from the pain but Gavin held them steady with an iron grip on their hair.

“No! Please!” they screamed. “No no no…” The knife left their skin and they slumped in the chair, sweating and shaking with relief. They swallowed hard against the tearing feeling in their throat. It’s only been a few hours…not even a day… They cried harder as they wondered how long they would survive. It has to get worse. He’s not going to stop.

“Anything coming to mind now?” Sam gritted their teeth as tears streamed down their cheeks. “Whatever.” He brought the knife to their arm again and drew another line of blood.

Sam twisted as they cried out, biting down hard on their lip. I can’t tell him. He’ll kill them. He’ll hunt them down and kill them. Their mouth opened wide in a scream of agony.

Gavin finished with the cut. Sam moaned, gasping for breath. “Isaac will find me,” they sobbed.

Gavin rolled his eyes. “That’s the second time you’ve brought him up. Who the fuck is Isaac? Brother? Boyfriend? What?”

“He’s my friend,” they shrieked, blood rolling down their arm in a hot line. “He’ll find me, he’ll…he’ll come, he won’t let you do this…”

Gavin snorted. “Um…newsflash, buddy, but…” He waved his hand around the room in a lazy circle, knife still held tight. “…I’m kinda already doing it. How exactly do you imagine he’s going to find you? If he’s even looking. It was embarrassingly easy to take you, Sam. Are you sure this wasn’t an accident? How do you know he wasn’t ready to just shed some dead weight?”

Sam shuddered at Gavin’s words. “No…he would never…he…he’ll come for me, he will…”

“Don’t you think he would’ve been here by now if he was coming for you? I’ve given him plenty of time. Plenty of hints, too. And he just…” Gavin made an utterly perplexed face. “…hasn’t shown up. Weird.”

Sam tried to deny it, tried to say it was all a lie and Isaac was coming for them. The words caught in their throat. What if he’s telling the truth? They shoved the thought away. Isaac will save me, Isaac is coming.

“Welp, in the meantime you’re stuck with me. And I’m curious. If your team is the group that’s been hitting my satellite operations I’d love the opportunity to return the favor. So. Your home base. Tell me or the next one is deeper.”

“No! I can’t, I can’t I can’t I can’t no no no…”

“Ok, hard way it is.” The knife cut into Sam’s arm. Blood flowed immediately from the wound.

“NO! Please, no…please…it’s 37 Rockrest Drive…in…in Teston…please…”

Gavin laughed. “There, was that so hard? Now I know the first place to go once I’m done with you. Honestly not sure how long that’s gonna take, but…” He turned Sam’s head, inspecting their face as they cried. “I’m not in any hurry.”

Sam wailed in despair. He’s going to find them, he’s going to kill me and then go after them… “No…” they whimpered. “No…no, please…don’t…”

Gavin tapped the blade against Sam’s face. They flinched away, crying out weakly in terror. “Thanks so much for that. I’ll be sure to tell them who told me.”

Isaac was frozen for a split second. Then his stomach dropped as he realized what he’d done. He’d had a knife in his hand. Taken a step towards Sam. Maybe that was enough. Nobody else was able to predict their bad days, either. This day was different. This time, for Sam, something was wrong.

He saw Sam take a fumbling step back on their bad leg, knee buckling at the pain it must have caused. Then another step. Sam was going to fall. The knife fell from his hand and he was across the room in milliseconds. His good hand got a grip on Sam’s shirt as his healing one scrabbled against their arm. He didn’t feel the pain as the fingers tried to close.

They collapsed to the ground together in a heap. It took a moment for Isaac to understand what Sam was saying between their hitched sobs.

“Pl- Pl- Pl-lease I-I’m so-sor-sorry nuh- no-o-”

Isaac tried to force down what felt like icewater in his gut. “Sam?” Their eyelids fluttered, their eyes darting around the room, unseeing. “Sam?” His hands shook as he reached out to hold them.

They made no reaction, no indication they even knew Isaac was there. They trembled so violently he could barely hold on to them. He pulled them up to sitting and wrapped his arms around them. They shrunk in his embrace, weakly raising their hands to protect their head.

Tori knelt beside Isaac, Gray right behind her. Isaac swallowed hard, his eyes rising to hers, panicked. “W-what do I do?” He pressed his lips together to keep them from trembling.

“You’ve never seen them like this before?”

He numbly shook his head. “I…I don’t…I don’t think they would keep this from me, I don’t…” Tears brimmed in his eyes.

“I haven’t seen them this way, either.” Gray’s voice was strained. “What do you think -”

“It was the knife.” Isaac pressed his lips to Sam’s hair, distracted, eyes unfocused. “That has to be it. I don’t…I didn’t mean to…”

“Of course not, Isaac. Now just…gently…talk to them. Try to bring them back. Gently.”

He nodded helplessly. “Sam…” he murmured. “Sam, you’re ok…you’re safe…you’re right here with me…”

“Tell them where they are. Sometimes that helps.”

Isaac’s eyes were wide. “Do you want to…um…do it? Do you want to talk to them?”

Tori’s hand rubbed Isaac’s shoulder in soothing circles. “I think it should be you, Isaac. You’re…well…” Tori licked her lips. “They’re yours. It’s ok. You can do it.”

Isaac swallowed hard and cleared his throat. “Um. Sam. You’re in Tori’s house…in the kitchen…uh…” He rocked them gently. “You’re not with him. You’re with me. You’re safe. Sam?” He smoothed their hair away from their forehead as they whimpered. “Sam, you with me?”

The words that were falling from Sam’s lips were so strained with tears Isaac couldn’t understand them. He moved his hand lightly through their hair. He was…frightened. His arms tightened around Sam. Scared I won’t get them back.

“Sam? Sam, you’re safe. Can you tell me what’s wrong? Was it the knife? I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

“N- n- no-o…no…pl-ease…”

“You’re ok, Sam. It’s ok. You’re safe.”

“H- he…G- Ga-avin…”

“He’s gone. He’s in the hospital. He’ll never hurt you again.”

Sam cowered into Isaac’s chest. “P-lease no…”

“I’ve got you, Sam. Is it ok that I’m holding you?”

They nodded weakly. “I…’m s- sorry ‘m s- sorry…”

“Shhh. You’re alright. You have nothing to be sorry for.” Tears rolled down Isaac’s cheeks and into Sam’s hair.

“I- If I had d- died if…i- if I’d ma- made him ki- ill me…he would n- never…you…never…”

“No.” The word was a growl in Isaac’s throat. “No. Don’t say that. Don’t say that to me. Ever. I’d take it all again, a hundred times, if it meant you stayed alive. Do you hear me?” He guided their chin up. Their face was swollen and red and stained with tears. “Don’t say that. Don’t start that. Please.”

Sam swallowed hard. “’m s-sorry I- I’m sorry…”

“Shh. Sam. You’re ok, you’re safe. Can you talk to me? Can you tell me what’s wrong?”

“He…c-cut me…he…hurt me, Isaac…please…”

Isaac squeezed his eyes shut. “I know. I know he did.”

“M- made me t- tell him…where to f- find you…”

“But we got away. Remember? He can’t find us here. We’re safe, at Tori’s house.”

“T- Tori…” They reached out blindly. She caught their hand between both of hers.

“I’m here, sweetheart. I’m here, too.”

“Th- thank you…T- Tori…thank you…”

Tori’s voice was husky. “Of course, sweetheart.”

“Isaac…” They huddled against his chest, hooking their fingers into his shirt and pressing their face there until the sound of their whimpers was muffled. “Isaac…”

He ran a hand through their hair and cradled their head against his chest. “I’m here, Sam.”

They trembled. “P- please…just…will y- you hold me? I’m sorry, I d- didn’t mean…I didn’t…”

“Hey.” Isaac pulled Sam into his lap as he pushed himself backwards, resting back against the wall. “I can hold you. No problem. Is this ok?”

They whimpered, pulling him close as tears burned on their cheeks. “Y-yes. It’s…it’s good. I’m s- sorry.”

Isaac’s cheek rested on the top of Sam’s head. Tori moved closer and sat cross-legged on the floor next to them, rubbing soothing circles on Sam’s back. Gray stood by, watching. They crossed their arms and tried to hold back their own tears. They turned when they heard the others walking into the kitchen.

“What happened?!” Finn practically lunged forward, hands outstretched. Their eyes dropped to the brace still on their left hand and they stopped.

Tori turned, holding out a hand to slow Finn’s approach. “It’s ok. They’re not hurt. They’re just…” She swallowed. “Something happened. They got scared, thought they were back with Gavin. They’re alright.”

Vera crouched beside Tori. Their eyes met for a moment before Vera broke the contact, cheeks flushing red. Tori’s lips quirked up. Her smile fell as she realized that among the lot of them, Isaac and Vera had the best idea of what was going on inside Sam’s head. She gave Vera’s shoulder a quick squeeze.

Finn and Ellis hovered just outside the circle surrounding Sam. Ellis put an arm around their shoulder, resting their head against Finn’s. They wound an arm around Ellis’s waist.

“’m sorry.” Sam’s voice was small. Their eyes were still squeezed shut, their head tucked under Isaac’s chin.

The room melted into a flurry of protestations. Everyone scooted closer until they were within reach of Sam.

“Sam…” Isaac’s voice was a whisper. “Is it ok if we all touch you?”

They sniffled and nodded. Hands were then on their back, their hair, their shoulders. They shivered, unraveling just a little bit and nestling closer into Isaac’s chest.

Continued here

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ice-cream-nekogirl · 6 years ago

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Young Love and an Episode of Friends (Bakugou Katsuki x Reader) PART 2

Part 1: https://ice-cream-kitsunegirl.tumblr.com/post/184306689634/young-love-and-an-episode-of-friends-bakugou

Summary: As soon as Shinsou and Bakugou figure out that you’re trapped in hell, they reluctantly team up so they can rescue you.

Everyone was begging for a part 2, but I was definitely going to do a part 2! So this is for you guys!! There’s still some angst in here but please enjoy!! And BTW this sorta cross-overs with American Horror Story since you’re going to see a character from the show in here!

LOL Good Golly what have I done? This is SO long... and it gradually became more of a Shinsou X Reader X Bakugou thing the more I wrote it...

BTW SORRY FOR ANY OOC-NESS!!

Featuring: Lord Explosion Murder!! AAAAAND Our Fave Emo, Purple Boi!

Cause I’m a warrior, I fight for my life Like a soldier, all through the night And I won’t give up, I will survive I’m a warrior And I’m stronger, that’s why I’m alive I will conquer, time after time I’ll never falter, I will survive I’m a warrior

-’Warrior’ Avril Lavigne

A week passed by ever since UA lost one of its students so suddenly and unexpectedly.

All-Might, Aizawa and the rest of the pro-heroes were beyond shocked and confused when the students of Class 1-A reluctantly and tearfully admitted that their friend from the General Studies was no longer with them as they proved this by showing nothing but the ashes that used to be yours.

Of course, the news got out to the media and UA was currently under fire yet again. It was bad when a student had been kidnapped by villains, but now they were in bigger trouble now that a student was presumably killed by the suspect that had been spotted on the campus.

However, after many painful interviews with the media, the students were allowed to still attend school. But the security had been doubled and the students were given somewhat less freedom, earlier curfews and escorts to lead them out of school for fear that a villain just might be lurking around the shadows.

Despite all that was going on, it almost didn’t matter to the students of Class 1-A and the General Studies students. To them, all that mattered was that they lost one of their friends. And they had spent the entire week grieving for you, and even attended the funeral that was held for you by your distraught parents.

Tears were shed, especially from your childhood friend Izuku as he spent the entire week in melancholy, regretting that he didn’t help you as much as he should have the second you used your quirk to try and help them find that villain. Uraraka and Aoyama did their best though to comfort the boy, even if they were grieving for you too.

Shinsou didn’t dare show his tears, not until he was in the privacy of his room where he did cry for you. Even if it was only a couple of months, you and he had gotten close in the General Studies as your attitude slowly won him over because you actually liked his quirk and thought he was ‘cool’. You were one of the only people he could say he genuinely liked, so losing you was like having a kitten that you realized you adored and wanted to keep forever, only to have someone take that little cutie away from you to never see again.

He missed you. He actually missed you and wished you were here because he felt more alone than ever without his friend here to watch this episode of Friends he was watching. The show used to make him feel good, but now he couldn’t even find it in him to smile because you weren’t there to watch it with him.

And finally, there was your second childhood friend Bakugou. After you disappeared and died in front of him, he broke down hard and couldn’t be consoled by any of his friends, not even his parents could offer him any comfort without him screaming at them to just fuck off and leave him alone. And as the week passed, he realized just how much you had meant to him. As soon as you slipped away, only then did he realize that he didn’t treat you as well as he should have. He wouldn’t ever tell anyone else, but he took back everything he ever said about you.

Now that you were gone and never coming back, he was overwhelmed with this weight in his chest that stirred up so much emotions that made him vibrate with such anger and remorse that it almost terrified him. Without you, it felt so damn miserable and he couldn’t believe just how painful it felt without you there with him. Even though he constantly turned down all of your offers to hang out, he still knew that you were at least there for him to think about. He thought about you a lot, and at times felt regret for being such a dick to you, but now there was nothing but regret in his chest because the last thing he did was call you weak and useless in what ended up being your final moments.

Bakugou rarely ever felt guilty for being callous to people and very seldom did he apologize for such, but if he could find some way to turn back time, the first thing he would do is tell you how sorry he was for everything.

He knew he couldn’t though because you were gone. And that knowledge just made it all the more painful as he sat on his bed, clutching at his hair as he failed once again to hold back the river as his breath hitched as a sob left his throat. It was very late, as he had been going to bed even later for the past week because he couldn’t sleep without you on his mind. God, there was no way to even begin to describe this emptiness he was feeling, and there was no way to get him out of this pit he had dug himself inside.

He was missing you like crazy. And he couldn’t shake it off, because he wanted you here. But you were gone, and you weren’t coming back…

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Meanwhile, Shinsou lied in his bed. His insomnia would be the death of him, but he hasn’t slept in the past 4 days because he was too busy grieving and missing you and binge-watching Friends, which did nothing to comfort him because all it did was remind him of you.

He couldn’t sleep, no matter how much he was trying to since Aizawa had been nagging him to get some sleep lately, but it was hard. However, tonight he would try because he was starting to dream during the day which wasn’t a good sign.

Reluctantly, Shinsou closed his eyes to try and let the exhaustion in his body slowly take him into dream world. For a moment, he swore he was asleep as the bed felt very comfortable and he felt soothed by the mild ambience he could hear…

“Oh my God…”

Shinsou’s eyes slowly opened when he thought he heard a voice, your voice. He sat up from his bed and looked at his door. For a minute it felt like he was dreaming again, but he held his tongue in case he heard it again.

“No stop it… please whoever’s doin’ this just stop it…”

“(Y/N)?” Shinsou knew that was definitely your voice, and it was alarming for him to hear after a week without you. He wondered if you were around, but he could hear the terror in your tone, why were you so scared? Were you in trouble?

He had to know…

Carefully, he opened his door and saw nothing but the darkness that blackened the hallways of the 4th floor. There was nobody around, but he knew what he heard…

“NOOOOOOOOOO!!”

Shinsou gasped as soon as he heard you screaming and as soon as he looked over his shoulder, he saw a figure standing in the middle of the hall.

It was you!

“(Y/N)!” He almost felt overwhelmed as soon as he saw you, in one piece. And yet, he couldn’t be so sure if it was really you as he speed-walked over to you. You were sobbing and falling to your knees.

It broke his heart to see you like that, and the first thing he did was get down to your level. Hesitatingly, he carefully put his hand on your shoulder

“(Y/N)…” He quietly said your name, and you gasped and looked up to see his purple hues looking into your (E/C) eyes full of tears. There were specks of blood on your face, and he wondered just what in the world happened to you…

“Hitoshi…?” Tears rapidly fell down your face as you gasped a shaky breath of relief, bringing your shaking arms out desperately for a hug. “Oh Hitoshi… thank God for you… thank God for you… thank God you came…” You sobbed as Shinsou slowly hugged you, but it felt so right. This was you, your actual body… at least it felt just like your actual body.

“It’s all right… it’s okay… but what happened? Where are you…?” He asked, because he wasn’t sure if he was dreaming or if somehow he woke up on another side that you were on. This looked like the dorms, but darker and colder.

“I-I don’t have long… I-I shouldn’t even have tried but if you see someone that ain’t me… leave, and don’t come back… it’s not safe… I-I… I-It’s Hell… it’s Hell here Hitoshi… I found myself in a dark place and now I just see you and Izuku, Katsuki and everyone else dying… over… and over again… and I can’t get out of it…” Your voice broke as you started to cry again, “And they don’t even serve no food in Hell… that’s what really made me realize that this is truly Hell…”

He would have scolded you for such a stupid remark, but just hearing you say that it was HELL that you were in shocked and confused him him. “What…? How in the world did find yourself in Hell…?”

You shivered and hyperventilated, sniffling a little bit. “I-I don’t know… b-but the man… t-the man from the mall… it’s him… he was the one who was spotted on campus… he’s in charge here…” As soon as you mentioned the ‘man from the mall’, Shinsou’s eyes widened a little bit, having remembered you telling him about that encounter you had with that strange man while you were out with Bakugou.

And it all made sense. He encountered you, and then a couple of days later you just happen to disappear.

“You have to stay away from him he knows all of your worst fears just by lookin’ at you… he’ll use those fears to create your own version of Hell… y-you have to leave right now… h-he’ll find you and try and drag you to Hell too… Hitoshi please just protect everyone, tell Katsuki I’m sorry I didn’t come back, please…” You trembled as you spoke quickly, begging your friend as his expression took on a concerned one as he kept his eyes on you the whole time.

“I’m not leaving you.” Shinsou shook his head, refusing to lose you again as you started to sob, “Hitoshi… Hitoshi I love you but please you have to… he’s going to come back… you have to go now… there’s no way for me to leave, but I ain’t lettin’ him leave either… I have to concentrate, I can only keep him stuck with me here for so long, but don’t try fightin’ him if he gets out…”

“But (Y/N)…”

“Hitoshi…” Before you could say anything else, you shrieked as an invisible force suddenly pried you away from Shinsou and dragged you back into the blackness.

“(Y/N)!”

Shinsou awoke with a gasp, his eyes shooting wide open as he sat up from his bed, feeling sweat misting his forehead and neck as he tried to remember everything that just happened. He realized that he was back in his room and wondered if that was only a dream.

There was no way it had to have just been a dream though…

He refused to believe it was a dream. Not when you looked way too frantic and desperate in that moment, so he got up from bed and put on some clothes. It might have been extremely late, but he had to do something. If it was really Hell you were trapped in, he wasn’t going to just sleep on that. How could he?

As soon as he stepped outside his dorm, he was surprised to see Bakugou out and about, and he looked horrible. He seemed a little bit paler, and it showed in the darkness and he got a little bit thinner, and sported light but visible bags under his eyes. No doubt from a lack of sleep and proper nutrition over the week due to still processing his grief.

However, despite how tired and miserable he looked; it didn’t stop him from leering at Shinsou.

“Eye-Bags? What the fuck are you doing up so damn late?” He asked him angrily, and hypocritically given how he was still awake himself, but for a completely different reason. And he had assumed because this freak had insomnia based on those bags under his eyes that he appropriately nicknamed him.

“Oh that’s rich coming from you. It’s 3 in the morning. What are you doing up?” Shinsou asked him, ignoring the way the blonde glared at him, “I’m the one asking YOU that you bastard!” Bakugou would have yelled louder, but he knew that would wake his classmates up. No he didn’t care if he woke them up, but he didn’t want them to wake up because then they would either bother him or scold him for being awake at this hour.

“I’m looking for (Y/N).” Shinsou then replied rather casually, which made Bakugou’s eyes widen a little bit, but he quickly narrowed them and clenched his fists and quietly growled. For a moment he was starting to think that this idiot was either hallucinating or trying to fuck with him. And the last thing he needed was to be reminded of the fact that you weren’t there, and there’s no way that you could have been here. He saw you disappear, he felt you disappear from his arms.

“Don’t fucking play games with me Eye-Bags… She’s NOT here! You saw what happened! She’s GONE! And there’s no way she could possibly come back! So don’t say stupid shit like that!!”

Despite Bakugou’s shouting and the ferocity in his reddened eyes, Shinsou didn’t yield nor did he flinch. “I saw her.” He remarked with slightly narrowed eyes, but all that did was make the explosive teen even madder.

“I swear to God you get out of this hall RIGHT now before I lose my shit. I’m not even kidding… GET out of here…” Bakugou was practically seething at the purple-haired boy as he his palms crackled to threaten him before he said anything else that would piss him off.

Shinsou wasn’t intimidated. He could have easily brain-washed him right then and there if he wanted to, and he still could. But he wouldn’t. Not right now at least. “I heard her. I saw her in a dream. I closed my eyes, and when I opened them, I was in the dorms, and I saw her right out here…” He explained, and that surprised Bakugou enough for his eyes to slightly widen and hold his fire.

That was a very specific dream, and as much as he didn’t want to believe it, he knew that this freak didn’t have any reason to lie to him. Shinsou was your friend after all, and Bakugou didn’t like him at all, and some of that stemmed from jealousy because of how close you both got after only a couple of months at best.

What did this guy do that he couldn’t?

Oh right. Treat you with respect and actually spend time with you. Bakugou remembered that bitterly, and he hated himself a little bit more just thinking about every moment where he treated you like garbage.

However, before he could get miserable again, he reluctantly listened to what this brainwashing bastard had to say.

“I think she’s in trouble.” All he had to do was say that, and that suddenly put Bakugou on edge as he gasped quietly and widened his eyes, “What the hell do you mean by that? What did you see in your dream? Tell me!”

“I saw her right out here. She stood right here in this spot, but she said she couldn’t get out of the place she found herself in.” Shinsou said, scanning around this hallway as he listened carefully but didn’t hear anything but snoring from other closed rooms. As he spoke, Bakugou scowled at him but he paid attention. There’s no way that was just a coincidence, and on top of that, even if your physical form wasn’t here, what did that mean about your spiritual form?

“(Y/N)’s quirk lets her go into the netherworlds or some shit like that. Her soul can travel wherever she wants, but nobody can see her soul when she’s in those different planes. And she never came back, because she got stuck somewhere.” The ash-blonde finally said after a moment of silence and concentration. The more Bakugou thought about it, the more he realized that there was a very strong possibility that you weren’t actually gone, and Shinsou believed that possibility.

Because something wasn’t right. He knew it wasn’t.

For a second, Shinsou thought that perhaps he was just in the denial stage in the stages of grief, but he couldn’t ignore this feeling he had or what he saw in that dream. There’s no way that you were just dead, you didn’t return to your body for a reason.

It’s like Bakugou had said, you got stuck. And Shinsou was starting to think that you were probably still stuck wherever you were at. He almost had hope that perhaps he could find someway to get you out. It felt like an impossible idea, but he had to try.

He wanted to be a hero for this exact reason, to protect and rescue people, especially people he cared about. And you were one of those people. Shinsou knew how much you loved Bakugou, and he didn’t understand it, but it wouldn’t stop him from trying to save you.

“The things I do for love.” He muttered to himself as he turned his back to his irritable classmate, “Hey! Where the hell are you going?!”

“To (Y/N)’s house. She’s in trouble and I know it. She said that man from the mall is the one who trapped her, but she’s keeping him trapped too so he can’t take anyone else. I’m not telling the teachers because I doubt they’ll be any real help… and they won’t help quick enough.” Shinsou explained his plan, albeit with the intention of doing this all on his own because he understood your quirk well since he had helped you train with it whenever you descended and returned from the netherworlds.

But as soon as Bakugou heard him mention that freak from the mall, his eyes widened, and he pieced it altogether. That bastard was the reason why you never came back. He creeped on you at the mall because he wanted you, and as soon as he had his opportunity, he took you. Why else did the person who that man crept on at the mall just suddenly disappear?

He felt his fists clenching as he grit his teeth, growling as angry tears welled in his fierce eyes. That person was as good as dead once he got his hands on them. You must have been terrified and exhausted having to keep that freak in the netherworlds with you…

“Hey Eye-Bags, don’t even think about doing this alone, I’M going to find (Y/N) and get her out of wherever the hell she is and kill that fucker!” He declared and already started following him, but Shinsou wasn’t at all pleased.

“Now he wants to actually do something for her.” He said, earning a snarl from the explosive teen. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?!”

Shinsou almost chuckled, “You know what I mean. All (Y/N) wanted was to spend time with you and make you happy, and you repaid the favor by treating her like shit. She knew it too, but it didn’t stop her from trying anyway.” He revealed some truth to him, and Bakugou wasn’t surprised but hearing it from Shinsou just really… made him feel like the worst shit ever.

“If that’s not love I don’t know what is…” However, Shinsou sounded a little bit bitter, even though he was well aware that you loved Bakugou, warts and all.

His eyes nearly widened and involuntarily felt his cheeks heating up once he said ‘love’, there’s no way your feelings towards him ran deeper than just friendship. But Bakugou knew better than that, he knew that you cared about him more than you probably should have. He didn’t know why because of how badly he treated you, but if he got you back, he wasn’t going to treat you like that ever again…

“Tch… why don’t you just shut up? I know I fucked up. I was a shitty friend to her, but I’m getting her back. End of story. And I’m coming with you whether you like it or not you brainwashing bastard.” He roughly said to him, obviously not backing down and looking absolutely livid yet determined. Shinsou knew there was no stopping this guy, and as much as he didn’t like him, if it meant getting you back quicker then he wouldn’t stop him.

Shinsou gave a heavy sigh. “Fine.” He said as he exited the building with the ash-blonde, “So why the hell are you going to her place?”

“We trained together often. She showed me some old books from her mother and grandmother. The books detailed her family history and their quirks, along with other spells and incantations. She has some relatives that have similar quirks.” He somewhat briefly explained what he knew and had a hunch that delving further into your family tree might bring them closer to getting you back somehow.

This wasn’t new to Bakugou, he knew that you had weird family that you weren’t close to, but he didn’t know much about their quirks since he regrettably ignored some of the things you had told him while explaining and showing him one of the large books you kept. “And you think calling up some old relative is going to help?” It wasn’t Bakugou’s ideal plan. What he wanted was to find the asshole who took you and beat him bloody and force him to bring you back from wherever it is that he trapped you.

Shinsou sighed in annoyance. He should have just brainwashed him to go back to bed so he could do this alone, but that wouldn’t have felt right because he knew that they both cared about you and loved you. “Yes.” He replied simply, “We can’t do anything. That man can jump into planes like (Y/N) can. We can’t… (Y/N) was warning me in my dream… I think I had that dream because she was trying to send out the signal to warn someone, anyone about him.” He thought and analyzed how he had that dream. Of course, he hadn’t slept in 4 days and was basically half asleep and half awake in that duration, and he was starting to wonder if that was how you managed to get to him and warn him.

Bakugou wanted to argue, and he would have, if they weren’t sneaking out of the school because that would just alert the staff that students were out of bed and leaving the school. He wasn’t planning on getting caught, not when you were in trouble. He was going to get you back. One way or another

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Shinsou felt somewhat guilty once he arrived at your house, and had to explain to your distraught parents why they were here at 4 in the morning but because they trusted Shinsou, they allowed him to come inside to do what he needed to do. Bakugou was familiar with your parents though, but your dad didn’t seem very happy to let him in. There was no time to argue though, as Shinsou immediately went to your empty room.

It wasn’t the first time he’s been in your room before, and usually it was full of lazy energy and goofy smiles from you. But now this room felt even emptier without you in it, and Bakugou felt the exact same way. He had been in here plenty of times, often reluctantly, but it felt painful now to be in your room without you in it.

He just had to bring you back home, and then he would watch a damn episode of Friends that you love so much in here.

“Here it is.” Shinsou went over to your shelf and pulled out the largest book there, and opened it to look through and find some of your younger relatives that had similar quirks, much to Bakugou’s annoyance because he was taking way too long for his liking.

“How hard is it to find someone with a fucking similar quirk?” He asked, almost tempted to yank it from the purple-haired teen to find one himself, “I can’t just choose a random relative.” Shinsou quickly snapped back with a somewhat irritated tone, and started reading up on the details of your quirk, “Besides… if we want to get her back for sure, we need to have a better understanding of her quirk. It’s called ‘Decensum’.”

“I know what her quirk is called!!” Bakugou shouted, now he was really getting annoyed. He should have just gone out to find the bastard himself, “Dammit! We’re wasting time reading a damn book when we should be finding the freak who took her!”

“The ‘freak’ took her to Hell.” Shinsou quickly stated, and Bakugou for once stopped and shut himself up the second he heard ‘Hell’…

“What…?”

“We both know that Decensum allows her to travel into the netherworlds. And it says here that Hell is one of them, but it’s different compared to what most people believe. Instead of a fiery pit, Hell is an afterlife designed for the souls of the damned to suffer their worst fears for all eternity on an endless loop to add to the suffering.” He read outloud what was in your book, complete with various pictures of people suffering unique fears including a woman surrounded by strangers and lost in a crowd, and a man being humiliated in public or a child being forced in a dirty pit full of worms. But Bakugou was too in shock to really pay a whole lot of attention, although he could still hear him.

“Sometimes Hell can even take the form of a person’s worst memories from terrible times in their lives where they suffered. (Y/N)… she said she was watching us die… and all of her friends…” Shinsou almost cringed when he thought about just how much you were suffering, he recalled the misery in your eyes when you appeared in that dream.

Bakugou blinked slowly, a look of horror and fear crossing his features, two feelings he wasn’t familiar with. But he couldn’t believe it. “What is she doing in Hell…? She doesn’t belong there…” He shook his head, almost refusing to believe it but he knew Shinsou wasn’t lying.

Shinsou wished he was though, “She wanted me to tell you that she’s sorry for not coming back… even though… we both know it’s not her fault…” He did what you wanted him to and told Bakugou what you had wanted to tell him, and the ash-blonde’s heart broke for the 100th time that week as a new surge of anger coursed through his veins.

He was going to kill that bastard, slowly and painfully. “Tch… of course it isn’t… that idiot…” He muttered, refusing to cry again even though his eyes started to burn with the ghosts of tears threatening to form.

Shinsou almost felt sorry for him in that moment, because he was angry and sad too. “She also said that the man’s quirk has to do with manipulating Hell. That’s why she got stuck, he’s dragged her into her version of Hell…” He figured it all out now as soon as he had all the pieces.

And it fueled him and Bakugou even more to try and rescue you, but going to Hell sounded extremely dangerous and difficult. This is definitely where one of your relatives would come in handy.

“Good news. Decensum can lead to death if the person doesn’t return to their physical bodies in 15 minutes, but their souls can still be released from Hell and restored when they’re brought back to the physical plane.” Shinsou’s eyes slightly widened as soon as soon as he read that on another page and Bakugou perked up. If what he was reading was true, then there was still a chance to get all of you back…

“So who the hell are we supposed to call in that?” He asked with narrowed eyes, not looking forward to meeting one of your weird relatives since you weren’t close to many of them for a reason. But he’d force them to come over here if it meant getting you back.

Shinsou was quiet for a moment as he started flipping pages to find some potential candidates to call up, but many of their quirks weren’t that helpful or entirely similar to yours, and a good lot of them were quirkless too. However, he paused as soon as he saw one strange looking relative.

Michael Langdon. Who this book claimed was your second cousin once removed. He was a very handsome, blonde young man with striking blue eyes, but where it said ‘quirk’ it read ‘unknown’. Which made Shinsou a little suspicious, especially when he read up on the scarce details of his history that implied a checkered past. And on top of that, there was only so much information provided about him. No wonder you weren’t close to any of your more distant cousins.

But as much as Michael’s past and lack of a named quirk was unsettling him, there was a longer written part about him that stated that he could perform many feats such as telekinesis, scrying, weather manipulation, pyrokinesis, teleportation, mind control and astral projection…

Mind control was Shinsou’s quirk, and astral projection was your quirk…

Did he have more than one quirk like Midoriya? Or did his quirk grant him more than one power like Todoroki? What in the world was this person?

“What’s taking so long?! Have you found someone or not?!” Bakugou’s impatience interrupted his thoughts though, and Shinsou didn’t hide his annoyance. “I found someone… but I don’t think you’re going to like him.” He said as a warning, because he wasn’t so sure he was going to like him that much either.

“I don’t like a lot of people…” Bakugou stated simply, because it was the truth, but that was one thing he and Shinsou had in common…

But this person seemed very shady. Yet, they were going to do whatever it took to get you back somehow. Including calling a stranger that was somehow related to you on a distant level.

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SOMEWHERE IN NEW ORLEANS…

Michael Langdon didn’t expect to receive a call. Especially not from all the way around the world in Japan, and he was almost pleasantly surprised to hear about a cousin he had no idea even existed until today.

“(Y/N) (L/N)?” He asked as he held his phone, almost curious to know about this cousin. “Yeah…” Shinsou didn’t feel comfortable when he spoke to this stranger, but right now Michael seemed like his only hope of getting you back.

So Michael paid close attention, smiling the entire time as his eyes darkened a little bit. He never got a chance to know his cousin, not after his grandmother abandoned him and neglected to tell him everything else about his family history. So he almost felt like it would be the right thing to do.

After the women from New Orleans took him into their school, he steadily got a handle on his own powers and slowly started learning right from wrong. Despite the fact that he was the son of Satan.

“I’d be happy to help.” Michael said politely, but didn’t expect a second voice to speak to him, “And hurry the hell up! Or else I’ll go down wherever and drag you by the feet if I have to!” Bakugou was much less polite than Shinsou, and growing much more impatient by the second as he clung to the hope that you were still alive and that you could still be saved. He knew he shouldn’t have set his hopes up so high, but he just wanted you back and he hated that so far there didn’t seem to be any other way to get you back other than place his faith into a stranger he had never met before.

Michael was taken aback by this new person, and felt offended by how rude he was being, almost tempted to just set his soul on fire the minute he sees him, “Very well…” He muttered as he hung up, and after speaking with his teachers, he promptly set flight for Japan.

It wasn’t hard for him to book the quickest flight to Japan, because his abilities allowed him to control the people in charge and he easily got on the plane without having to pay a cent. He wasn’t sure if he would even get to know you well, but for some reason the human side of him told him that helping a family member was the right thing to do. Especially if you were in trouble on another level above the physical realm.

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SOMEWHERE IN HELL…

You gasped in hitched sobs as you shut your eyes to avoid looking at the visions of your dear friends and beloved Katsuki dying right in front of you for the millionth time.

This truly was your Hell, because you were utterly powerless to stop any of your friends from dying, even if you knew that they were visions, the knowledge did nothing to quell your fear, misery and grief every single time you saw them die. Somehow, the knowledge actually made the suffering worse.

Yet, you didn’t bow, even though every moment you felt as if you were going to, and if you were being honest, you wanted to. But you couldn’t let this person win, no matter how many times he broke you over and over again.

When the warm blood splattered on your face, you held back your scream even as the tears and wails left your throat.

“I’ll be there for you… when the rain starts to pour, I’ll be there for you… Like I’ve been there before…” To distract yourself, you would sing your favorite songs just to remind yourself that this was Hell and that you couldn’t let these visions shatter everything about you, no matter how many times they broke you.

“Stop fighting it…” Shinigami growled when you looked away yet again from ‘Katsuki’, but you knew that wasn’t your Katsuki.

“No…” You shook your head, cracking one eye open to glare up at him, “You can trap people in Hell… but their emotions can interfere with your power… if they’re suffering… good on you… that just means your quirk is working… but the more aware they are… the less power you have over em…” You muttered what you had realized over the endless time you had been suffering. Shinigami glared at you as soon as he realized that you had figured out the limitations of his Hell Imprisonment quirk.

It was new to you, but as long as you were tied and trapped in this afterlife, you made sure that this man wouldn’t escape. It required all of your concentration to keep him bound to this afterlife with you, but if it meant keeping him from getting to your friends. You would suffer.

“You’ll suffer for a man who doesn’t love you…?” He asked and looked at you like you were stupid, and you just snickered and shook your head with a grin. “No…”

“I’ll suffer for all of my loved ones, including the one who doesn’t love me… I’ll suffer these visions again and again, and never eat again and never watch an episode of Friends ever again and suffer all of this pain for all of eternity if it means protecting them…” You affirmed for him, almost thinking fondly of Bakugou despite the fact that he didn’t love you. Yet here you were in Hell, and keeping this person in Hell just to protect him.

“The things I do for love.”

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12 HOURS LATER...

When Shinsou and Bakugou returned to UA the following morning, they were met by an irritated and secretly worried Aizawa and a more openly worried All-Might. Neither men were happy at all that they left the school grounds in the dead of night, and Aizawa especially wasn’t happy about the fact that Shinsou managed to evade the security by brainwashing anyone who spotted them.

“Do you have any idea what could have happened if you were caught by security?” All-Might was more gentle with the scolding, but Aizawa had to play bad-cop.

“Are you both more careless than I thought? I’m not surprised by you Bakugou, but Shinsou? I didn’t expect such rash acting on your part…”

Shinsou almost felt like a child getting scolded by a parent, but Aizawa was a rational man, he hoped he would at least listen to him. “I saw (Y/N). She warned me in a dream.”

“What…? What did she tell you?” Aizawa cut off All-Might before he could ask anymore questions, but wouldn’t necessarily shut down Shinsou just yet.

“(L/N) doesn’t have a dream-related quirk. How could she have contacted you while you were sleeping?”

“No, but her quirk is an astral projection quirk. If she can travel on a spiritual plane then she can reach out to people on the physical realm like a ghost. I saw her, she spoke to me, it wasn’t just a dream… she told me that she was trapped where she was with the villain who was spotted on campus last week.” Shinsou explained himself and what he knew to All-Might, which of course shocked both him and the underground hero, but it didn’t lessen his anger and disappointment.

“So you just acted on your own instead of letting us or another teacher know?”

“Neither one of you could have helped…” Bakugou was furious, but he had to speak calmly while he was in his teacher’s presence and especially All-Might, albeit just to spare getting in anymore trouble and wasting anymore time that he needed to be spending trying to wait for that idiot to hurry up so he could bring you back.

“Young Bakugou. I was told that (Y/N) was a special friend to you and Young Midoriya. And you too Young Shinsou for that matter. I know how much you both cared about her… and as touching as your intentions were, you both still broke a number of rules.” He knew he had to be gentle about this, but both boys already began to blush.

On any other normal day, All-Might probably would have indulged in some very light and playful teasing, but knew to remain sensitive since he sensed that there was definitely some love going on between the three of them. And based on what he’s heard, it was unrequited love and complicated love.

He gave a heavy sigh, “I suppose love makes us do crazy things…” All-Might concluded, but all he did was fluster Bakugou as he growled, “Love?! Yeah right! It’s not like that at all!” He exclaimed as he furiously blushed, as Shinsou just scoffed and averted everyone’s gaze despite his flushed cheeks giving him away.

“(Y/N)’s my friend.” He muttered, not owning up to it despite the fact that he didn’t exactly deny that he had feelings for you, but All-Might was right. Love did make people do crazy things, and Shinsou knew it.

“I understand that you both care about (L/N), but you both let your personal feelings cloud your judgment and took matters into your own hands, instead of leaving it to the pro-heroes.” As much as Aizawa understood why his two students acted on their own accord, he couldn’t let them off the hook, and he didn’t plan on it.

However, before he could have given out their punishments he was interrupted by a door opening all on it’s own, and there stood Michael, dressed sharp in a black suit and tie with dress shoes and all, smiling an enigmatic smile.

“Hello.” He bowed to them politely, and Shinsou and Bakugou instantly figured out that it was the person they called. “I was told to arrive at UA. Hard to miss with the giant letters, but I can’t call that subtle or humble.” The blonde-boy stated with an amused tone, but as far as Aizawa was concerned, this person was trespassing, and he wondered just how in the world did he get past all the security.

But Bakugou...

“So you’re the cousin?” He asked him right off the bat, already angry but that stemmed from his ever-limiting patience, “If you mean (Y/N)’s cousin then yes. Her second-cousin apparently…” Michael’s tone made it clear that this was new to him, but Bakugou could care less.

“Bring her back. Eye-Bags said you can astral project like she can.” He said, and Michael made a face, wondering how these two knew so much about him, “I can…” Michael nodded somewhat skeptically, which neither Shinsou nor Bakugou liked.

“How in the world did you get past our security?” But that’s what Aizawa was concerned about, and he would have scolded Shinsou and Bakugou for their sheer lack of judgement since neither of them had a clue just what this person could have been capable of. “I asked them politely to let me in.” Michael claimed, which wasn’t partially true, more like he used his mind control to get them to let him in…

So, Aizawa and All-Might were suspicious and uncertain about this student, even if he was supposedly related to you, “I don’t mean no harm. I came all the way from America just to save my cousin. I’ve never met her you see… but I was excited to know that I do have extended family… especially after my first family all died…” He sounded sad when he thought about how he lost his family, but the sadness quickly turned into a smile. “So let me help you please… I promise that I can rescue (Y/N). She’s my cousin.” He used the polite tone again, a soft, silky voice that Shinsou and Aizawa weren’t find comfortable or reassuring.

Who was this guy? Why did he make them feel uneasy?

Bakugou didn’t like him at all either, but if it meant you would be back soon, then they had to just suck it up and tell this guy to fuck off afterwards.

“Yeah, yeah just hurry up and get to it already!” He demanded, not willing to wait any longer to bring you back as he ignored how some of his classmates had attempted to try and sneak in on what Aizawa was scolding their classmates about. “You’re not being sneaky…” Their teacher knew they were there though, and already had plans to punish them later in class as they each flinched before reluctantly coming out of hiding.

“Hello there. My name is Michael Langdon. I hear that you’re all classmates with my cousin (Y/N).” Michael however, was intrigued by the amount of students that were present, and he could feel their powers radiating from them. “Y-You’re (Y/N)’s cousin?!” Izuku was shocked and surprised, although he did know that you had some relatives that you weren’t close to, but he never thought he would see the day where one of them actually came down to visit.

Michael stared at Izuku, the smile almost turning into a pensive, rapt look as soon as he looked into the power he could sense that had been bestowed in this young boy, and walked closer to him, which was making Izuku rather uncomfortable and a little alarmed. “Your power is boundless…” Michael suddenly said to the boy, making him gasp a little bit, which confused the classmates in proximity, Uraraka, Iida, Aoyama, Tsuyu and Todoroki.

“W-What do you mean…?” Izuku nervously asked, starting to wonder if that was this person’s quirk and if he should even be trusted, and Aizawa didn’t hesitate to keep a close eye on Michael in case he decided to activate his quirk. But Michael did look at Izuku right in the eye, trying to stare deeply into his soul and making him increasingly uncomfortable as he trembled a little bit. There was some sort of power in Michael too, and he hadn’t felt this way since he met All For One…

“I have a feeling we might see each other again someday…” Michael wondered outloud and blinked to break their eye contact as he gave the green-haired boy another smile that the others felt was shady, as Izuku backed away slightly and his friends didn’t hesitate to move closer to him.

“Where did you find this guy…?” Kirishima went over to Bakugou and whispered to him, because so far this person was giving him the creeps.

“He’s (Y/N)’s cousin, a fucking freak…” Despite his lack of patience, Bakugou managed to somewhat politely enough (at least by his standards) answer his friend.

And once Michael was done creeping out Izuku, he walked around the dorms a little bit, scanning the halls as if he were trying to scope out what he could sense. “You guys are definitely not alone here… there’s more than one presence in this building.” He said, but just succeeded in unsettling the students.

“T-There’s a ghost in here?!” Kirishima kept his composure, but couldn’t really help but tremble slightly at the mere thought of there being something else in this building with everyone else.

“I think he meant (Y/N)…” Tsuyu clarified, despite her own uncertainty about this person and what he was claiming.

And Michael nodded at this, “That’s right. (Y/N) is in this building. Right now. But she’s not alone…” He pointed out, almost tempted to smirk when he heard a few gasps of shock from your wide-eyed classmates, “Well what are you waiting for?! Hurry the hell up and get her out!” Bakugou’s eyebrow twitched as he shouted for your damn cousin to stop with the pointless medium, Ghostbuster shit and just go and get you out.

Michael growled a little bit when he was yelled at, if you didn’t know this boy he would have destroyed his soul right on the spot. “Fine… at least where I’ll go it’ll be quieter. I’ll find her.” The young man snarked at the growling Bakugou as he got down on the floor to lie down, bringing his arms out as he recited the incantation.

“Spiritu duce, in me est. Deduce me in tenebris vita ad extremum, ut salutaret inferi… Descensum!”

He descended fast into the netherworlds, but for him he ended up in a different place as he searched around Hell and found a door that he knew led to where you were at.

Without hesitating, he opened the door to find himself back in the Heights Alliance, only it was darker, colder and splattered with blood as bodies littered the floors as he heard crying. Curiously, he tilted his head and moved closer to the noise.

“Don’t you dare…” You muttered as Shinigami perked up and saw an opening for him once he realized that there was somebody else with them. “NO!!” You screamed again, but it was out of frustration when the man slipped right through you and dissipated from your Hell.

“(Y/N)?” Michael looked right at your bloody face as you gasped and widened your eyes in shock and confusion, having never seen this person before, but he looked very familiar. “What the…?” However, you were still in shock because of the fear you were running on ever since you got trapped in this Hell. “Who are you…? Why do you look so familiar…?”

Michael actually smiled and looked a little giddy, “I’m your second cousin.” He replied to you fast, and your eyes widened even more and your mouth opened in shock, but then you realized that it started to make sense given that he somehow got into this place, and you didn’t have to try and contact him. “My name is Michael Langdon. Your friends called me to help you get out of here…” He then gave you a brief explanation of how he got there, and why he was there.

“They did all that for me…?” You wondered as you couldn’t help but crack a little smile despite all the horrors you had been witnessing for God knows how long in here…

Michael gave you a nod, not entirely understanding the whole thing about love, but he just knew that they definitely did it for you. However, before he could take you back, he saw a look of fear crossing your features. “Oh no… Hitoshi, Katsuki…” You realized as you glared at the direction where Shinigami had left, “Michael… we need to stop that man… he can’t go near my friends…”

Shinigami inhaled deeply once he emerged from the walls of the hallway and stepped out of the opening from the netherworlds, but paused as soon he was greeted by the shocked looks and gasps from the students who immediately turned to see the villain in what was supposed to be a protected sanctuary for them…

“Stay back!” Aizawa acted fast as he and All-Might quickly stood in front of the students, the former activating his quirk to prevent the villain from trying to use his quirk. However, even without his quirk, Shinigami could still sense what the man feared as he chuckled darkly. “Even if you can erase my quirk… doesn’t mean you can stop me.” He said with a smirk, at least until he met the enraged eyes from Bakugou.

“Hey you bastard…” He tried to charge over to him, but Kirishima and Izuku held him back, “Let me go you idiots! I’ll kill him!” Bakugou writhed and harshly pulled away from the two even as they protested, but Aizawa held his arm out to keep him from attempting to go after the villain. “Stand aside Bakugou.”

“I suggest you listen to your teacher… all of you…” Shinigami smiled at the rest of the students, his eerie gold eyes making them all freeze, as if they were hit with a quirk that froze them, but that was just a murderous intent. Even Aizawa and All-Might felt deeply unsettled by this man, his eyes didn’t just look at them, they pierced right into their souls. “But you know … we can make a deal… if you really want your precious (Y/N) back… you can always… take her place… she’s in her Hell… I can always bring her back and instead put you in your Hell…” The man offered, grinning ear-to-ear as his voice deepened and he brought his hand out for Bakugou to take, much to his, Izuku and Kirishima’s shock and horror.

“Don’t listen to him Kacchan!” Izuku immediately stood in front of him, “Over our dead bodies!” Kirishima was right beside him, but even if they were trying to keep him away from this guy, Bakugou still felt patronized, “Don’t treat me like some damsel in distress idiots!”

Shinigami was very amused by it all though, “I didn’t say I was giving him a choice did I…?” He asked but took a step back as soon as Aizawa and All-Might prepared to go on the offensive, “None of these students are going anywhere.” Shinigami continued to back off towards the wall as soon as Aizawa started to move towards him, but before he could make the first move, the villain suddenly paused and grunted when he felt something grab him.

“What…?” He asked as soon as he saw your (S/C) hand clutching at his arm and digging your fingernails into his flesh as hard as you could, “No…” Shinigami for once looked shocked as he began grunting with strain as soon as your other hand took a hold of him and began to pull him into the wall that he started phasing into which made the teachers and students all pause as they watched in confusion and awe, “No! NOOOOOOO!! What are you doing?!” He screamed as he tried to fight against the hold, but his eyes widened as soon as he saw your (E/C) eyes as you aggressively held onto him. You would have looked at your friends, but all they could see was Shinigami being forced into the wall by some invisible force.

“I’m not letting you take anyone else to Hell! You made me a prisoner, so now I’m making YOU a prisoner! And you can go to Hell!” You shouted and pulled him back into the netherworlds with all your might as Shinigami screamed a loud ‘NOOOOOO!!’ as soon as he faded into the wall, which did nothing to ease the shock and confusion from the others.

“What… what just happened?!” Uraraka shouted what they were all thinking, unsure what they should do now. “If that person can travel into spiritual planes like (Y/N) can… then I think Michael might have found her…” Tsuyu began to wonder as she referred back to the unconscious young man that remained on the floor.

This earned a gasp from both Shinsou and Bakugou, a small glimmer of hope shining in their eyes, “Then why’s he taking so damn long?! What the hell is going on wherever they’re at?”

“I think we’re going to find out soon…” Shinsou answered that question despite how uneasy he was feeling, since this was a battle nobody could see or even predict was happening…

You shouted with effort as you lunged Shinigami back into your Hell, forcing him to the ground as you panted heavily, “I ain’t All-Might… but I’ll fight you again and again if I have to…” Wiping the sweat off your forehead, you kept your narrowed eyes on the man as he growled and glared at you with a hate in his eyes you hadn’t seen before.

“You… You just might belong here with me…” He said in a deep voice as he got up with his hands out in an attempt to strangle you, but he paused and grunted as you heard a familiar ‘SLASH’ sound as your eyes traveled down to his stomach to see a bloody knife being wedged into the flesh and making the redness ooze and spill to the ground as Shinigami let out a pained, pathetic whimper.

Michael stood right behind him, holding the weapon and pulled the knife upwards to give him the finishing, fatal attack as Shinigami fell to his knees and started to choke on blood rising to his throat as he coughed out the crimson liquid.

You looked at your imprisoner with a mix of shock, horror and relief for a while until you stared up at Michael. He looked at you with a serious expression, and his eyes looked cold but you couldn’t really read the rest of what his face was saying. It was almost as if he felt nothing when he killed that man.

“T-Thanks for that…” You finally stuttered out, almost feeling nervous when Michael’s lips curved into a smile, “You’re my cousin.” He stated simply, and despite the anxiety, you were grateful that he helped you and rescued you.

“Are you going to take me back…?” You then asked, and his smile didn’t fade or change as he gave you a nod. “Wait! Y-You can’t… you can’t leave me here… no… please don’t… don’t leave me in this place…” Gasping, you backed away as soon as you saw Shinigami reaching out to you, his eyes begging you to stay or take him back with you so he wouldn’t be stuck in Hell.

But after what he did to you, and what he attempted to do to Bakugou. You didn’t plan on offering any mercy.

“Rot in Hell.” You bitterly spat at him before you brought your hand out for Michael to take as he led you out of this place as Shinigami screamed for you to come back, begging for you or someone, anyone to kill him.

However, Hell didn’t offer any mercy to the suffering, and Michael would make sure of that for him.

Michael awoke with a heavy gasp as his eyes opened and he sat up with wide eyes of shock as he met the suspicious and dubious looks of your classmates. Izuku and Uraraka looked concerned for the man, but Bakugou couldn’t care less. All that mattered is that you weren’t there with Michael.

“Well? Where’s (Y/N)?” Bakugou immediately asked, growling and already getting pissed when he didn’t see you come back. Even though this person said he would bring you back.

“I found her…” He said calmly, but he didn’t know who he was talking to, “Then why isn’t she here?!” He grabbed the taller man by the neck of his suit, ignoring the look of fear in his eyes.

“You said you’d bring her back and she’s not here! Dammit!! I don’t care if you get stuck in Hell, you go back and get her out of there!!” Furious tears pricked his eyes as he looked ready to blast him when he held his palm out towards the other blonde but paused as soon as he saw a cloud of dust suddenly taking a shape. And piece by piece the ashes formed and reshaped into your (B/T) figure until you were whole oncemore as your classmates each gasped as soon as they saw you again in the flesh, lying unconscious on the floor in front of them.

And Bakugou shakily gasped in shock the second he saw your body, a sense of relief, joy and adoration overwhelming him as he nearly crumbled on the spot.

“(Y/N)…” Shinsou’s eyes widened, and he gasped a little bit when he realized that you were back, or at least he desperately hoped that you were back as he quickly went over to you. Or at least he tried to, but Bakugou moved faster than he did.

“(Y/N)!” Izuku immediately teared up as soon as he saw you, but before he could even attempt to go over to you, Bakugou pushed him aside and quickly went over to you and came down to his knees, placing a trembling hand over your cheek. It was warm, thankfully as Bakugou stared at you, a rare shimmer of worry flashing in his glossy, red eyes as he held your face gently.

“(Y/N)… (Y/N)… you’d better be back now you idiot… dammit just wake up already… wake up… you’d better be back or else I’ll find someway to go to Hell and drag your ass out of there myself… just… wake up…” He quietly said to you, forcing back the tears even though they betrayed him and snuck out and dripped onto your forehead.

As you lied, a puff of consciousness slowly awoke you slowly came to, but the little drop of wetness made you cringe slightly as you stirred. You heard a gasp as your eyes slowly fluttered open, and you nearly flinched once you felt warm palms touching your cheeks and your shoulders and you focused your vision to see Bakugou looking right at you with wide eyes that held a mix of emotions you had never seen in him before.

“Katsuki…?”

Your own eyes slowly widened, and you couldn’t fight the smile rising on your lips when you saw that this Bakugou appeared to be uninjured and well, albeit you wondered what could have possibly made him of all people, cry.

Was he really crying? You slowly sat up where you lied, wanting to hug him even more now, but you weren’t sure if this was just another vision to torment you or if this really was your Bakugou…

“A-Am I…? Am I really…? Is this… this isn’t Hell…?” You had to ask, your tone becoming gradually excited as you took in the rest of your surroundings. There was light again, no blood or foreboding sense of death anywhere. However, before you could ask anything else, Bakugou suddenly threw his arms around you and held you in the tightest hug you had ever felt.

And you grunted lightly from the tightness and felt surprise and joy heating your face, but you almost jumped in shock when you actually felt his tears wetting your shoulder. This was your Bakugou all right. However, it hit you when you realized that this was the first time in a very long time that you and Bakugou have actually hugged, so you happily hugged him back with tears beginning to form in your eyes.

“Hey Katsuki.” You greeted him softly as you savored everything you felt from him because you weren’t sure you would get another one of these hugs for a while. You took it all in, how warm his arms felt around you, how soft his hair felt and how you felt like you could stay in this forever…

Minus the BO…

“You could really use a shower…” You whispered to him, and right on cue he growled and deliberately tightened his hold on you as you grunted in pain, “You shut your mouth, shithead!” He shouted as you coughed a little bit, “Agh! Nevermind… sorry…” Your voice was more strained, but at least he didn’t pull away or blow you up.

Although, he did eventually pull away just to glare at you despite the tears in his eyes, “You… idiot! You scared the shit out of everyone for a whole damn week, are you happy?!” He sounded and looked angry, and he was a little bit, but he actually looked more worried and scared than anything. You could tell too, which is why you couldn’t stop smiling.

“Hehe… I’m sorry… I didn’t expect… that to… happen…” However, when you apologized, your smile slowly turned into a frown as you shook unpleasantly when all the horrors you saw came back to you. And Bakugou could tell as he pulled you in for yet another hug, “Well whatever… all that matters is that you’re back…” He muttered lowly as he started to blush but hid it from you and the rest of his classmates.

“Yeah… I missed you SO much… the real you… I saw another version of you in my Hell… but it wasn’t you… that wasn’t my Katsuki.” Despite all the terror that you weren’t going to get over for a while, Bakugou’s hug was enough to bring you comfort as you hugged him tightly and he blushed even harder. He wasn’t going to pull away though, while he knew he was a jerk by nature, he wasn’t going to treat you the way he did before all of this.

“There’s only one of me.” He said somewhat cockily with a small smirk, and you couldn’t help but giggle as you slowly pulled away, “Nah… and I knew that…” You smiled wide, ecstatic to finally be back to the physical plane, but your eyes widened when you finally saw the rest of your classmates.

It annoyed Bakugou, but he moved away reluctantly just to let you reunite with the rest of his classmates.

“Izuku!” You saw your teary-eyed childhood friend, and the first thing you both did was rush over to hug each other tightly. “(Y/N)!” Izuku cried as he actually hugged you, his shyness and nerves that came with being touched forgotten as both yours and his tears streamed down your faces. “Oh Izuku it’s you… you’re okay… oh thank God you’re okay…” He smelt a lot better than Bakugou, and he was in one piece and not bloody.

“I-I missed you… I missed you so much you have no idea… I-I’m so glad you’re okay…” He sniffled as he held you, beyond happy that you really were here. He knew how your hugs felt, and this was proof that this was the real you. “I’m here Izuku… I’m okay… I’m not going anywhere for a long time… I promise.” You said softly before you placed a chaste kiss on his forehead, earning a surprised little squeak of embarrassment from your friend as his whole face turned red. This did not go unnoticed by Bakugou or Shinsou…

It took all of Bakugou’s willpower to not blast Deku right then and there, whilst Shinsou just leered at the green-haired boy, who was still blushing heavily even as you pulled away and patted him gently on the head with a sweet smile before you greeted the rest of your friends.

“Uraraka… Tsuyu! Aoyama, Iida, Todoroki…” You headed for the Dekusquad, each of them looking at you with wide eyes to see you in the flesh after a week of your supposed death.

Uraraka, Tsuyu, Aoyama and Iida’s eyes each welled with tears as they stared at you in awe before they each burst into somewhat dramatic tears, “(Y/N)!!” The group suddenly brought you into a group hug, it felt tight as hell, but you didn’t care as you made sure to hold your arms out to hug each and every one of them.

“We missed you!”

“Oh (Y/N)!”

“Ribbit! It felt so wrong without you!”

“I cannot even begin to describe how saddened and miserable we were without you!”

They each exclaimed while they hugged you tightly, and you chuckled a little bit between your tears, “Guys… oh God I missed you all so much you won’t even…” You wanted to speak more, but you were surprised to see even Todoroki with what looked like misty tears in his eyes as he smiled at you with a relieved expression. And Uraraka, Tsuyu, Aoyama and Iida pulled away briefly to let you hug the heterochromatic boy.

“Todoroki~! Did you miss me?” You had to ask, feeling rather surprised when Todoroki actually hugged you and put his arms around you, “Of course. You are my friend. I was afraid that we lost you, I was afraid that I lost you.” He admitted softly, and you smiled and blushed a little bit, almost feeling honored that Todoroki Shouto thought of YOU as a friend, much to Bakugou’s immense annoyance.

“Aww… like I said… I ain’t goin’ nowhere for a while.” You said somewhat cheerfully as you pulled away, but you screamed as soon as you felt someone pick you up and carry you into a very tight hug.

“(Y/N)!!” It was Kirishima, and he was openly crying as carried you, “You’re okay! Oh Thank God you’re okay! I missed you like crazy, I’m not even kidding!!” He cried as you giggled and happily hugged him, “Oh Kiri… God I missed you too… it truly was Hell because I saw something that wasn’t you…” You almost tearfully said as he gently put you down, but didn’t stop hugging you.

“Man… I missed you but I won’t hog you, c’mon guys!” He called the rest of the Bakusquad as Kaminari, Mina, Sero and Jiro each rushed in to give you a warm group hug, “(Y/N)!!”

“(Y/N)! Oh Thank God you’re okay!!”

“You’re really back!! You’re back, you’re back!!”

“Are you okay?!”

“(Y/N)… t-thank God…”

This was probably the most hugs you’ve ever received in your life, but you didn’t hate it at all, it just made you hug them even tighter, “I’m okay Hanta… and I’m so glad you all are too… I missed you guys…” You said with a somewhat giggly tone, but prepared yourself for the rest of the hugs you would be getting.

“I’ll hug you more later… but the others missed you too…” Kaminari chuckled as his friends slowly let you go to hug the rest of Class 1-A. Except Mineta…

You had enough hell for one lifetime.

Hugging everyone felt great, even if they weren’t your classmates from the General Studies, you became close with them and missed them all so much as you embraced every one of them, even if some of them weren’t known for being huggers, but you wouldn’t let them NOT hug you after being gone for too long and presumed dead.

But once you were done hugging them, “Hitoshi…” You stopped for a moment, finally seeing Shinsou who was looking at you with a hint of shyness and mostly relief in his expression. And you couldn’t help the tears cascading down your face as you ran right into him and threw your arms around him and hugged him so tightly as you cried. Shinsou held back the tears burning in his eyes as he slowly but tightly hugged you back. “Oh Hitoshi… you got the message…”

“Y-Yeah… it was hard to ignore… especially when I tried to get some sleep…” You tried not to laugh at this but you couldn’t help it, “I’m sorry… but I had to tell someone… and you were the only one half-asleep and half-awake enough for me to contact…”You smiled fondly, amazed but relieved that Shinsou managed to get your message and more or less was the reason you got out of Hell. “I’m never forgetting this you know? Thank you… I owe you my life.” Pulling away for a bit, you gave your friend a touched smile as he willed himself to not blush, but he was very happy. Happy that you were back, happy that he was able to help you come back, and happy that he did what he always wanted to do. Be a hero for people.

“You’re welcome.” Shinsou said softly, giving you a small smile, “But give yourself credit too. You kept that creep at bay just so nobody else would get trapped too… you proved what you wanted to… you really aren’t weak. I knew you weren’t.” He said, kind of praising you a little bit as you couldn’t help but blush, grinning a bit as you hugged him again, which he shyly returned. “Hee… thank you~.”

Bakugou heard what Eye-Bags said though, and the guilt came back as his jealously fueled him to march over to you and the purple-haired teen. Thinking he hugged you long enough, “Hey, (Y/N).” Your eyes widened ever so slightly, it’s been a long time since Bakugou’s called you by your real name instead of ‘Shitty Girl’, ‘Shithead’ or ‘Idiot/Dumbass’. And when you looked over at your childhood friend he looked so calm it almost startled you, but you could see in his eyes that there was something on his mind.

“Katsuki?” You would have teased him, but you held your tongue as soon as he somewhat awkwardly started talking. “You… You’re not weak…” He muttered, obviously having a hard time admitting that he was wrong, but he was owning up to it at least. After all of this, and the fact that were pretty much fighting and suffering in Hell the entire time he thought you were dead made him see you in a whole new light. Especially after he himself just spent that week missing and moping over you and regretting how much of a shitty friend he had been to you.

“You fought back… I don’t want to imagine just what the hell that bastard put you through in those netherworlds or whatever but… you fought back. You’re not useless or pathetic…” He hated the heat creeping on his cheeks when he said it, but it was the truth. It was bad when he was kidnapped by the League of Villains, but he couldn’t imagine how he would have been in Hell…

You weren’t weak. And part of you knew that, but you still smiled at your friend, stepping over to him fast as you practically jumped into his arms to hug him and you were admittedly shocked when he actually didn’t fight and hugged you back. “Told ya…” You chuckled a bit, and for once Bakugou was amused as you heard a small little snort from him.

You remembered what you said when you couldn’t wait to see the look on his face when you came back, and you meant it. Seeing Bakugou like that reminded you that he was a good guy despite his attitude. You knew he loved you.

“I fucking missed you…” He whispered into your ear, his arms tightening around you and taking everything in. Your smell, your soft (S/C) skin and arms, everything, just to make sure this really was you and he wasn’t dreaming. And the little giggle he felt from you was proof enough for him that you were all back in one piece. “And I missed you too Katsuki. I missed you so much.” You said that already, but you really did miss him. The real Katsuki you knew and loved.

“But if you tell anyone else that I’ll kick your ass.” Bakugou made sure however, to threaten you so you don’t ever tell anyone just how bad he missed you, even if everyone else could see it, and you nervously smiled, “Hee~. Oh I won’t… I promise ya that…” You happily said, and hummed in content as you nuzzled the annoyed, blushing boy. He was such a tsundere you adored it.

But good things didn’t always last.

“Where’s the villain?” Aizawa asked as soon as it seemed like most of the reunions were over and done with. You couldn’t help but smile, “Rotting in Hell, sir.” You replied simply, much to the shock of your friends and classmates.

“What exactly do you mean by that Young (Y/N)?” All-Might politely and gently asked you, and Michael answered that for you. “That person had the power to manipulate and imprison people in Hell, or rather a version of Hell suited for the people he traps. But at a cost… (Y/ N) was aware that she was trapped in her Hell, and so it took away some of the power he had against her. She suffered, but she knew it was all a vision, which limited the hold he had on her, and therefore she gained a hold on him. The whole week she was trapped, so was he. As soon as I got in, he found a way out… til she dragged him back with her… and then I…” He explained and casually brought out a bloody dagger, which alarmed your classmates as they shouted a bit and backed away.

“Finished the job. You won’t have to worry about him anymore… I’ll make sure of that.” Michael politely reassured the two pro-heroes, even if his smile just made them unsettled.

But to pretend that they weren’t uncomfortable, they thanked him for his services, “Thank you Young Langdon. Thank you for rescuing our young student here… we certainly owe you in the future.” All-Might thanked the young man, whose smile became a bit brighter.

“There’s no need. Although… I do look forward to seeing all of you again in the future.” He said sweetly, even if he could tell that he was just making them all nervous, but he sensed the gratefulness. “(Y/N). I was happy to meet you, and I hope we see each other again sometime soon.” Your second-cousin said, as you smiled a little bit. Michael did help you out, and you felt a lot of gratitude towards him, warts and all.

“Me too. Thank you again Michael… see you around.” You waved to him, but Bakugou just glared at him. Even if he was happy that you were back, he didn’t like Michael at all. There was something off about him.

However, Michael politely waved to you and took his leave, making the door close behind him with his powers as the entire hallway was silent for a moment. They weren’t really going to miss him.

But you had enough silence after spending a week in Hell, so you clapped your hands, “Well! I know what to do now! All-Might! Mr. Aizawa! You can tell everyone I’m not dead! I’m gonna tell my parents I’m not dead, and everyone… Friends Marathon tonight! With lots of ice cream!” You suddenly and loudly announced for everyone, much to their confusion and amusement. However, after spending a week without you and thinking that they had lost you, nobody turned that down.

“That sounds awesome!”

“Yes! I’m down for watching Friends! I love that show!”

Uraraka and Kirishima sounded the most enthusiastic, but you could see that the rest of your classmates weren’t complaining, and some seemed a bit happier than the others, the stoic ones didn’t show it, but they liked the sound of your idea. Izuku especially, this just meant that you were here to stay.

Bakugou grunted in annoyance, but he was never going to turn down another one of your offers ever again. As much as he hated the thought, this whole ordeal just made him realize that he didn’t know what could happen, and he had so much regrets during the time where he seriously thought you died. It honestly scared him, and he didn’t want to ever treat you like that ever again.

“You and that damn show…” He muttered, letting out an irritated sigh, “Fine… I’ll watch a stupid Friends marathon with you (Y/N)…” Bakugou almost sounded reluctant, but it’s been too long since he actually spent time with you, and he was going to spend a lot more time with you after realizing what an ass he’d been to you. He almost didn’t care that he was going to get that stupid song stuck in his head for a month.

The minute he agreed, you swore that you must have gone to your personal Heaven now, it’s been so long since Katsuki actually said ‘yes’ to spending time with you that you were ecstatic. A bit too ecstatic.

“AHHHHHHH~!!” You screamed a little bit too loud, and Bakugou (of all people) cringed at the sheer volume as he growled at you. “YAY~!! This is the best day of my life!!” You shouted, jumping up and down cheerfully, which Shinsou, and secretly Bakugou found endearing. Annoying, but endearing.

Unfortunately…

“(L/N). You used your quirk to find a suspect who ended up being a villain… without permission and you put yourself in grave danger.” Aizawa just had to ruin the mood by pointing out the fact that you broke a rule, but you weren’t the only one who broke some rules, “Shinsou. Bakugou. You also went against rules by leaving the school, evading security and contacting someone without using proper judgment. Even if (L/N) has returned and is well, don’t think this means either of you are off the hook.” He was ready to give each of you punishment, which Shinsou and Bakugou had been dreading. Even though you weren’t his student, he still had the authority to tell your teacher in the General Studies to punish you.

“Mr. Aizawa… with all due respect sir… I literally JUST came back from Hell, I suffered… there was no food, no sense of time, and I watched all of my friends die in horrible ways repeatedly on an endless loop… kinda cold-hearted to be giving out punishments after all that… just saying.” You had to point all of that out, trying to sound as polite as possible, albeit also trying to guilt-trip the teacher a little bit even if it meant using the new ‘Hell card’. And you just succeeded in irritating the teacher, but thankfully All-Might stepped in before he could dish out a punishment.

“Mr. Aizawa… Young (L/N) did break the rules… but, I’m sure she has suffered enough. And the same goes for Young Bakugou and Young Shinsou here, and the rest of your students. They’ve each been spending the week grieving over their friend… while I don’t condone what these three did, they did stop a villain, and go beyond to rescue a friend… Surely, you can find it in your heart to spare them punishment just this once.” All-Might tried to reason with his colleague, and despite Aizawa’s annoyance and unwillingness to yield, he gave an annoyed sigh.

He knew he shouldn’t have, but for some reason he probably he would have felt guilty about it later given everything you’ve been through.

Aizawa would have shown his annoyance, but he was too tired to really care anymore to think of a punshiment, “Just this once…” He repeated All-Might’s words, and you promptly jumped up again with a triumphant cheer, “YES!! This really is the best day of my life!!” You shouted once again, and you heard Aizawa mutter something under his breath about needing a nap.

While Shinsou and Bakugou were partially relieved that they wouldn’t be punished for all of this, but they each made a noise of mild shock when you practically lunged yourself into them into a very tight hug, but they sneered at each other when they were forced so close together.

“We’re off the hook~! Now we can watch Friends! With cookie dough ice cream~.” You sang and grabbed your friends by the arms to try and drag them with you to the second floor where the best TV was at.

“C’mon ya’ll, it’s happening now!” You called the rest of your amused classmates, and you heard many of them talking and making noises of agreement as they did follow you. And as you walked you were cheerfully oblivious to the intense glare-down between Bakugou and Shinsou since you had them so close together with you in between them.

“Oh by the way Katsuki… Happy Birthday.” You remembered as you smiled and blushed at your childhood friend, earning a look of surprise from the ash-blonde until it hit him. His birthday passed a couple of days ago. He was aware of it, but he cancelled any plans that he or his friends might have made because he was mourning you.

Yet, the fact that you remembered that actually made him smile at you in amusement, “You seriously remembered even though you had worse shit going on?”

“Of course! I wasn’t sure how long I had been in there but I knew it had to have been a long time… and all I could think was ‘Well this is just fucking great, first I get stuck in Hell and now I have to miss Katsuki’s birthday’.” You said, and Bakugou almost laughed. Wow, he really missed your dumb sense of humor and weirdness. “Idiot…”

But, he remembered something else, “A deal’s a deal… you came back after all… so… I’ll take you to see that movie you want to see so badly…” He brought out the tickets that he had kept in his pockets, in hopes that Michael would be able to bring you back. His wish thankfully came true, and despite what he said last week, he would fulfill that ‘bet’ you made and take you out to see the new Avengers.

Your eyes widened and your jaw dropped, and you looked at Shinsou for a split second, and wondered if you heard right, ignoring Bakugou’s increasing annoyance as you grinned wide, barely suppressing a squeal as you inhaled deeply before the explosive teen put a finger to your lips. “But if you scream again, I’m not taking you.” He knew you were going to scream, and he wasn’t having that. So all you could do is pout, before smirking.

“We’re gonna see the Avengers~.” Instead, you settled for singing despite the little skip in your step and the hint of sadness in Shinsou’s eyes as he looked at you. But, he still smiled. He was happy for you, and happy that he had you back. Although, he didn’t plan on losing to Bakugou just yet.

And somehow Bakugou knew that based on the look of determination on Eye-Bag’s face as he gave a low growl even as you more or less brought them down on the couch once you reached the second floor and turned on the TV first thing. You hummed cheerfully as you sat down to put on Friends while Bakugou and Shinsou just exchanged glares and stink-faces.

“Hey Hitoshi… thanks for watching Friends with me… I know that you’re not a fan of being around a lot of people… but thanks for doing that with me… thanks for being there for me.” You thanked Shinsou, not just for this but for always actually spending some time with you. Shinsou was surprised as he rubbed the back of his neck, something he did often when he felt nervous. “It’s no problem…” He said quietly, but gave you a small smile that he reserved for you as you grinned and you hugged his arm, and now he was starting to hate his pale skin as he felt his face redden, even when you pulled away he was still blushing, much to Bakugou’s extreme annoyance.

“And Katsuki… I know you’re not gonna care for this, but thanks for agreeing to watch Friends with me…” You suddenly said, sounding a little bit shy when you did. And Bakugou hated the blush heating his face as he scoffed, not one for mushy-gushy crap. “Tch… whatever Shitty Girl… you were in Hell… it’s the least I could do…” He grumbled, and blushed even harder when it was his turn to be hugged, but you really surprised him when you kissed him on the cheek, and his face turned even redder than Kirishima’s hair.

“W-What the fuck was that for?!” Of course he shouted at you, feeling extremely flustered as you started to blush quite madly yourself as you covered your mouth with your hands to quell your laughter, “I just sorta felt like it…” You shrugged as your laughs drowned out Bakugou’s screaming towards you, which you ignored and laughed off while you turned on the first episode of Friends.

As flustered as he was, Bakugou found himself feeling somewhat proud and gave Shinsou a shit-eating grin as soon as he saw indignance in the taller boy’s eyes since he got a kiss, while the latter got a hug. If there was one thing they had in common, it was their love for you.

You couldn’t be more oblivious as you just turned on the show and grinned when the rest of your friends showed up. This must have been heaven, because you were right beside your two favorite guys, Bakugou and Shinsou.

Bakugou wouldn’t tell you just yet, but after everything that’s happened, he was going to be there for you more, because you were always there for him too.

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jovialyouthmusic · 5 years ago

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Uneasy Lies the Head

A Royal Romance AU fanfic

Queen Charlotte of Cordonia springs a surprise on her prospective consort, Drake Walker

Word Count 4123

A/N A triple does of fluff - some angst, no smut. My tag list for this series is a mess, so I have tagged anyone who reblogged or commented on the last few chapters.

12 To Have and to Hold

Bastien’s face was grim. He walked out to the royal jet alone. There was no sign of Bianca, so he was to return to Cordonia without her. He hated to admit defeat, but he couldn’t force Drake’s mother to go back to the country she had fled after her husband had died doing his duty. He stood at the top of the stairs and turned to take one last look toward the tiny departure shed of the private airfield – and squinted. A car drove full pelt along the road that led to the hangar, leaving a trail of dust. It barrelled straight up to the perimeter guard post and screeched to a halt. He leaned inside the aircraft and shouted to the pilot.

‘Hold on a bit longer, I think we may have an extra passenger’

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Drake pulled the grooming brush across Sultan’s flanks, flexing his trunk to ease off the stiffness he still felt from his ordeal with Anton’s men. His ribs were healing slowly and although he couldn’t go riding just yet, he could pay attention to his mount and assure the creature that it wouldn’t be long before he’d be able to take him out to ride. He’d gotten up late that morning and as sometimes happened, Charlotte was nowhere to be seen. She was probably in her office dealing with official business, and he would catch up with her at lunchtime.

He brooded over his recent meeting with Bertrand Beaumont. He had been devastated to discover the reason for Savannah’s absence from court, and had apologised unreservedly to Drake. The two of them had met a few times and were making some sort of relationship from what Drake could tell, but it was early days. They were at least speaking to each other, and it seemed that dating might be on the horizon, although he couldn’t picture the dour Duke of Ramsford doing something as ‘ordinary’ as dating.

He was aware of a figure approaching, and looked up curiously, having a strange feeling that it wasn’t Charlotte or one of the grooms. Bastien was due back from some task that he hadn’t been party too, but it wasn’t him that approached.

‘Brad!’ he called out in surprise ‘What the hell are you doing here? I thought you were seeing to things in Rutland’ The Englishman walked up and took Drake’s hand firmly, shaking it firmly and slapping his shoulder.

‘Good to see you, my friend. I’m here for your wedding’ Brad said, and Drake grinned

‘Of course you are, but that’s not for a couple of weeks yet’ Brad tapped the side of his nose

‘Now that’s where you’re wrong. Come back to the Palace with me, you have to get ready for your bride’ Drake’s jaw dropped open in amazement. ‘Come on, Livvy’s here too and I don’t want to keep her waiting – or Charlotte’

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Hana adjusted the diamond tiara on Charlotte’s head as she stood in front of the full length mirror. She ran her hands over the delicate white lace, white shoes peeping out from under the hem.

‘Hana, it’s beautiful’ breathed Charlotte ‘I can’t thank you enough’

‘It’s my pleasure’ the petite woman smiled ‘You have a big name designer for your big wedding, but you have me for your private ceremony’ Charlotte nodded

‘Drake should be finding out about it right about now’ Charlotte said ‘I hope he has a ring ready’ Hana patted her shoulder

‘Don’t worry, Max and I have something special planned for if he’s unprepared’ she said. Charlotte picked up the little velvet box on the dressing table. Hana had heard the story, but it played in Charlotte’s mind again. It had happened a year before the social season that had just passed.

‘Well Charlotte, the social season approaches, and you’re almost old enough to marry’ Constantine said as they sat eating breakfast together. Regina was away visiting a relative, so they had some time together, father and daughter, which was rare. ‘You’ve grown into a lovely young woman, and your mother would be so proud of you’ Charlotte dropped her head. Thinking about her mother made her feel sad, and it was rare that the King mentioned her.

‘I don’t feel ready, Father’ she protested

‘Perhaps, but you should treat this season as a dress rehearsal’ he insisted ‘Then you will be more prepared to choose a husband to rule with you when the time comes’ He got up and went across to his desk, taking a little key from his pocket and unlocking a drawer. He kept his back to her, so that she didn’t see what it was that he took out. When he turned back to her his hand was hidden behind him. He came back to the breakfast table looking out over the lawns toward the maze her mother had planned and sat facing her. She delicately wiped her mouth with the crisp white napkin and placed her hands in her lap, waiting for him to speak. He looked down at the floor for a moment before he raised his head to look into her eyes.

‘The time has come’ he said, bringing his hand out from his back, holding a padded envelope ‘To give you this’ He held it out, and she took it gingerly. She let out a little gasp as she recognised her mother’s handwriting.

‘A monarch’s job is not easy’ explained Constantine ‘and there are people who plot against us. Although your mother died suddenly, she made plans for if she were not here when you grew old enough to marry, and left instructions along with a letter.’ He smiled, a hint of pain in his eyes ‘I have done my best, but you have lacked the love of your own mother. Be assured that she did not want to leave you to grow up without her, and I would rather it had been me who had…’ he coughed but Charlotte knew it was to cover the sadness in his voice. ‘Take this, and read it privately’ His manservant, Godfrey, entered at that moment.

‘Your Majesty – I’m sorry to interrupt, but the trade delegation from Monaco…’ The King waved his hand.

‘Very well, I’m on my way.’ He stood and looked down at his daughter ‘She loved you so much my dear. Please, remember her with fondness, as I do’ and he was gone. Charlotte sat and looked at the envelope for a moment, tears pricking her eyes. She got up and went to the door, where Bastien stood guard.

‘I’m going out to the maze, Mr Lykel’ she said ‘Will you see that nobody follows me in, please?’ The guard smiled and nodded.

‘Of course, your grace’ He answered. Clutching the envelope, she made her way along the corridor toward the door that led outside, the older man following her. She could feel a little box inside, and curiosity burned. She wanted to be quite alone, where she could think of her mother, though she had precious few memories. She used to go there with a handkerchief that still smelled of her perfume, and that was still in a box hidden away in her bedroom which she had not opened for a couple of years now.

Lost in thought, she didn’t see Drake start across the lawn toward her – and she didn’t see Bastien make a gesture and shake his head. She didn’t see Drake’s head drop, or notice him turn back and sit under a tree.

A few minutes later she reached the centre of the maze as Bastien waited at the only entrance. She sat on the swing that hung from the oak tree and carefully prised open the flap of the envelope. She paused before she reached in and found a letter, a single sheet of paper folded over. Reverently she held it and gently opened it out flat. Tears sprung to her eyes to see her mother’s writing, and she paused for a moment for them to clear before she read, hearing her mother’s words in her head.

My Darling Charlotte, my sweet daughter

If you are reading this, the world has plotted against us and I am not with you to see you grow. Be certain that I wanted more than anything in the world to see you live up to your potential and be the young woman you need to be to lead our country. I know you carry a heavy burden, and you will need someone beside you to help you govern wisely.

The role of a monarch is not easy, and I can only hope that the man you choose will love you, and that you will love him too. I have left something for you in the box which should accompany this letter. Do with it as you will – whether you wear it to remember me, or give it to the one you love. I am sure you will not give it lightly.

If it is possible to watch over you, I will watch over you. Who knows what happens when we leave this world. If all was perfect we would be together – but if you read this, we have lost our luck. Remember me, remember that I love you above everything else, and make me proud, my sweet girl.

With all my love and affection

Your loving mother xx

It was a while before Charlotte could pull herself together enough to retrieve the little box from the envelope, catching a whiff of her mother’s perfume from it. She sat for a while looking at it, but at last she steeled herself and gently levered it open. It was a ring box, and there was a scrap of paper in the lid. A thick gold band nestled in the velvet slit but Charlotte carefully prised the piece of paper from its place. She unfolded the delicate scrap, to see a set of letters and numbers which did not take long to work out. They were the initials of her parents and the date of their marriage.

Silent sobs shook her as she bowed her head over the tiny box.

When she left the maze, she was barely aware of the guard waiting for her, and didn’t see Drake watching either. She went straight to her bedroom and secreted the letter and the box into her secret hiding place with the handkerchief and the bottle of perfume that still held just a drop of precious liquid. Then she drew herself up straight and went out to the stables to seek out Drake and go for a ride.

Now, on the morning of the wedding she had prepared as a surprise for Drake – the small private affair at which his mother would attend after a separation of years – she reverently took out the box and took the last precious drop of perfume onto her wrist and put the ring box and her mother’s carefully folded handkerchief into a little pouch that hung at her waist. This way, she would be with her as she pledged herself to the man she loved.

‘I’m ready’ she said to Hana ‘Let’s go’

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Drake stood in his office and fiddled with his tie nervously while Brad brushed down his jacket.

‘Why today?’ he asked petulantly ‘I haven’t even written my vows. Charlie didn’t even hint at it’

‘This isn’t the big state wedding’ Brad replied ‘It’s just your closest friends here to see you and Charlotte have your own private ceremony. You don’t have to have vows at all if you don’t want to.’

‘But – it’s Charlie’ Drake said nervously ‘I want to do things properly. I’m sure she’ll have a whole thing written up and memorised’

‘You know her best’ replied Brad ‘But she knows you wanted something low key. I’m sure she’ll have thought of everything you’d want’

‘Bas was going to give her away – is he even back yet?’ he asked

‘Don’t worry Drake, it’s all taken care of’ Brad assured him ‘Just relax and I’ll take you there’

‘That’s another thing – where are we going? Is it the Ballroom? I bet it’s the ballroom. Who’s officiating?’ Brad chuckled

‘You’ll find out soon enough. Now, I have to blindfold you, so stand still’ Drake did his best not to fidget as Brad took a scarf and tied it around his eyes. ‘Now, are you sure you can’t see?’ He asked after fiddling around for a while.

‘I can’t see a damn thing’ Drake grumbled ‘I wish Charlotte had warned me about all this’

‘Come on, you’re marrying the girl of your dreams, you lucky devil’ Brad nudged him ‘Now come on, we have to be there first so she can follow’ Brad took his arm and lead him out into the corridor.

Drake’s mind whirled as he walked unsteadily despite Brad’s support. It was unlike Charlotte to spring such a surprise on him, and he wondered what had spurred her on. She had given no clue the day before. Of course he was delighted that they would finally formally be joining their lives, though they had pledged themselves a long time ago and had every intention of growing old together whatever life brought them. He just wondered exactly what she had planned now that he wasn’t able to travel to Texas to include his mother in the ceremony.

Brad paused to open a door and he was aware that they stepped outside into the fresh air. He allowed himself a smile as they descended stone steps to the gravel path of what must be the formal lawn that he was almost certain led to the maze. That maze meant so much to the two of them. Her mother had planted it, and they had played there over the years as it grew. They had raced to the centre when they could barely see over the tops of the growing hedges, making for the great oak tree that had stood there for decades. He himself often went there alone over the years when life seemed unfair or he felt unhappy. He smiled as he sensed the green walls about him and started the twists and turns that would take them to the centre.

‘You can take the blindfold off now Brad’ he said ‘I know we’re in the maze, and I know it like the back of my hand. It wouldn’t do to get lost’

‘Nope, the blindfold stays on. The way is marked, we won’t lose our way’ Brad told him. Drake sighed and they continued on, and he trailed his free hand over the sides, the familiar touch of the foliage grounding him and reminding him of the times he had navigated it in the dark to meet Charlotte in private, to kiss and slake their needs. After more twists and turns he had the sense of space opening out at last around them, and he heard soft chuckles of amusement and odd sniffles as he and Brad came to a stop. He put his hand up to his face, but Brad stopped him.

‘Just wait a moment’ He rang the bell that hung there ‘Now Charlotte knows to come’ he said ‘But first…’ There was a murmur of voices and he heard soft steps on the grass as someone moved to stand in front of him – he could feel their presence close to him. Brad took his hand away from his arm and coughed politely. Drake reached up and took the blindfold off.

‘Mom?’ he croaked as he dropped the cloth to the ground ‘How..’ His words were muffled as Bianca threw her arms around him and held him as if she’d never let go.

‘Drake – oh my boy, my son. I love you so much’ she sobbed, her voice muffled against his jacket ‘I’m sorry – I’m so, so sorry. And happy – so happy’ Incredulously he put his arms around her, looking at the others standing watching – Savannah with tears in her eyes, flanked by Bertrand and Maxwell. Hana, also teary eyed – Olivia, a soft smirk on her face. Brad standing close, smiling. He felt almost numb, not sure what emotions stirred inside him, almost overwhelmed.

‘Mom? How did you get here?’ he asked incredulously as she let him go and held him at arm’s length, looking him up and down.

‘You’ve grown – oh Drake, I don’t have any right to be here’ she choked ‘But Charlotte sent Bastien to get me – and here I am. Please forgive me, son – my brave, strong boy’

‘I – oh god, you’re really here’ He pulled her to him again, and they clung to each other, tears flowing and laughter bubbling up all at the same time. Charlotte appeared behind them, holding on to Bastien’s arm, radiant in a simple long white lacy dress and a sparkling tiara holding a wisp of net about her dark hair. She held a bouquet of yellow and white roses and baby’s breath and smiled and dabbed at her eyes, watching the touching reunion. Savannah stepped forward and the little family, long separated, hugged and cried and laughed as the others looked on.

At last he let go of the two women and took a step toward Charlotte. He stepped away from his old family and forward to his future – the love of his life, the woman he would worship and cherish and support for the rest of his days. The woman he had known as a girl, as a young woman, as his lover; as a playmate, as a Princess, now as a Queen and shortly as his wife at last. He took her hands in his and raised them to his lips to kiss.

‘Charlotte – my love – my life’ he murmured. Hana sobbed and buried her face in her handkerchief and Olivia rolled her eyes but he saw they were moist. Charlotte smiled back

‘Let go Drake, we need to get married, my love’ she said softly. He nodded and looked around at their friends. Brad moved to stand at the base of the oak tree and the others made a line facing him.

‘You, Brad?’ Drake gasped ‘You’re officiating?’ The Englishman nodded modestly

‘Well, have I ever told you the story…’ he began, and Drake groaned and dropped his head

‘I might have known. Brad, your skills are endless. I look forward to hearing the tale later.’ Maxwell stood at his shoulder and he turned to him in alarm ‘You’re my best man? I’m grateful you didn’t throw a par…’ he stopped ‘You’re throwing me a bachelor party for the big one, aren’t you?’ He slapped his hand over his face, trying not to imagine what bizarre event Maxwell Beaumont, of the infamous Beaumont Bash, would dream up for him. The young man grinned sheepishly

‘Don’t worry Walker, I have him in hand’ intoned Bastien, still standing with Charlotte. He turned to the guard, his mentor and father figure, taking his hand in both of his and squeezing.

‘Bas – you brought Mom back. How can I ever thank you?’ Bastien bowed his head

‘On her Majesty’s instructions and all part of the job, Walker’ he said gravely ‘But it was my pleasure’ Behind him, Brad coughed again.

‘We should get on with the ceremony, if everyone’s ready’ he said, and Drake stepped forward, Maxwell beside him.

‘Wait! He said ‘I don’t have a ring’ Bianca stepped forward and put her hand on his arm.

‘Son’ she said, and, trembling, raised her hand. He gasped as he saw that she wore two gold bands on her finger, and twisted at the one that seemed to hang loose. He reached out to stop her, but she shook her head firmly as she pulled it free

‘It’s the one your father wore’ she said, her voice shaking. ‘I’m sure he’d want you to have it – and he would be overjoyed to see who your bride is.’ She pressed the ring into his hand as he stared at her, dumbfounded. Charlotte came close, and placed her arm on Bianca��s shoulder. Behind her, Bastien blew his nose discretely and blinked rapidly.

‘Thankyou so much, Mrs Walker. I’d be honoured to wear your husband’s ring’ Bianca nodded wordlessly and Drake took it, tears in his eyes. He didn’t see Maxwell tuck a small box into his jacket pocket, smiling faintly.

‘For Dad’ Drake said quietly, and turned back to face Brad. Bianca went back to stand with Savannah, who had tears streaming freely over her cheeks. Bertrand patted her shoulder gingerly and handed her a crisp white cotton handkerchief. Bastien took Charlotte the last few steps to Drake and took her hand from the crook of his elbow to place it on Drake’s. He nodded and gave Drake a small smile, then moved back away from them, taking the stance that made him fade, chameleon-like, into the background. Drake and Charlotte gazed at each other, and Drake swallowed hard to keep check of his emotions. Charlotte’s eyes shone and a soft smile played on her lips. She squeezed his arm as she held it, helping to ground him.

‘Friends, we are here today for two very special people’ Brad began ‘Two people who so plainly belong together, who have known each other since they were children, and who, they tell me, intend to stay together for as long as they are on this earth. I’m not going to make a long speech, but let me say how delighted and honoured I am to be allowed to join them together in marriage.’ He turned to Drake

‘Drake Walker - before I pronounce you man and wife, is there anything you wish to say to your beloved?’ Drake swallowed, his hand on hers, and turned to look deep into her eyes. The others looked on, breathless as he cleared his throat and started to speak.

‘Charlotte, I loved you from the moment I understood what it was to love someone, and I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you, in whatever way I could. You will always be my sweet princess, the Queen of my heart, and I’m privileged to have your love and affection. Not many see the real you – the sweet, sensitive, caring girl that I fell in love with. We’ve had a long difficult path to get where we are today, but I wouldn’t change a single thing, because all those things brought us together. I want to be there when you need me, to love and support you, whatever life brings our way. Without you I’m lost. You complete me – you’re my anchor, my hope, my everything. I’m honoured that you love me back and I’ll do everything in my power to return that love, for as long as I walk this earth.’ Charlotte’s eyes still shone, but she blinked away a tear as she grasped his hands tightly.

‘Charlotte, do you have any words for Drake?’ Brad asked. She never broke eye contact from Drake for a second as she spoke clearly.

‘Drake Walker, for a long time I didn’t recognise my feelings for you, and when I began to realise, I denied them. I told myself I regretted the times I overlooked you, but I believe that it only made our love stronger. Knowing what it was like to live in ignorance without you by my side only makes me appreciate you more. My love for you grows stronger every day, and I can’t imagine a life without you. You’re brave and loyal and strong and with you beside me I’m a stronger woman – I’m the Queen I need to be with your devotion and support. I love you, Drake Walker, and I look forward to a long future together.’

‘With the giving of vows and the exchange of rings, I pronounce you, Drake Walker, and you, Charlotte Valois-Rys, man and wife under the common laws of this country’. Brad said. Drake took his father’s ring and kissed it before slipping it onto Charlotte’s finger, hands trembling. She reached into the pouch at her waist to produce a thick gold band.

‘My mother left it to me, and told me to give it to the one I love’ she whispered as she slipped the ring onto his finger. It fitted snugly, and he stared at it for a while before he looked up at Charlotte again. The whole world seemed to wait with bated breath before he closed the distance between them. Their lips met for the first time as man and wife, and he felt as if his heart would burst with happiness. Through a fog he heard the small group of friends cheering and laughing, shouting their congratulations. He knew he was the luckiest man on Earth, and he would remember the day for the rest of his life.

#uneasy lies the head #queen charlotte #drake walker #drake x OC #drake fanfic #trr au fanfic #drake x charlotte #the royal romance au

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softspideys · 6 years ago

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Missing (Peter Parker x reader)

summary: peter falls apart. you’re there to pick up the pieces.

warnings: angst, ***MAJOR endgame spoilers!!!***

words: 2.4k

pairings: peter parker x reader

a/n: I’ve had this idea for a while and now I’m finally gettin around to posting it so I hope you all enjoy! if you haven’t seen endgame PLEASE don’t read!

Peter was gone.

Not like how he was before, of course. Physically, he was still here. The problem was that nobody knew where.

Truth be told, you’d been a little skeptical when May called you. Lately, if Peter was so much as five minutes late she’d put out an AMBER Alert. But as she spoke, you realized that maybe this time was different.

“He didn’t come home after school today and I didn’t call him because I know I’ve been a little strict these past few weeks, you know? So I thought I’d give him space, but he still hasn’t come back and he’s not answering his phone and I just don’t know what to do.” May’s voice got shriller by the second.

“It’s okay,” you said, trying to be calm and reassuring. “I saw him at school today. I’m sure he’s just at Ned’s or something. I’ll let you know. We’ll find him, don’t worry.”

You hung up with her and exhaled. It wasn’t a total lie; you had seen Peter at school. For a little while, anyway. He left after lunch, claiming a doctor’s appointment. You cursed yourself for being foolish enough to believe him.

The truth was, everyone had been pretty much walking on eggshells around him ever since he got back. Being dead for all this time was bad enough, but losing Tony just as soon they’d reunited was even worse. Now he’d lost not one, but three father figures in just seventeen years.

You knew that when Peter wasn’t at school, he was lying in bed, refusing to get up unless it was to pee or shower. May had to bring him his meals or else he wouldn’t eat a thing. He didn’t go to Decathlon or Astronomy Club or Robotics, and you were positive his Spider-Man suit was sitting in his closet, gathering dust. He was quiet and withdrawn, refusing to touch and sometimes even speak to you. He was lifeless, like this shell was all that was left of him.

The worst part was that there was no way to help him. You couldn’t bring back Tony or Ben or Richard or Mary. You couldn’t relate to the events he’d seen and the things that had happened to him. All you could do was bear his sadness and sit through his silence and hope he would talk to you eventually.

So when Peter said he was leaving early to go to the doctor, you were more focused on the fact that he was speaking to you, that he was (supposedly) going to do something normal, and you’d said good-bye without a second thought.

And he’d played you like a fiddle. With a sigh, you texted Ned as your one last hope.

Is Peter with you?

He answered a few minutes later.

I thought he was with you???

You groaned.

He’s officially MIA and May is freaking out

What should we do?

May’s probably gonna call you. Just try to keep her calm. I’ll look for him

Ok. Keep me updated.

You put on your jacket and left your apartment, shivering a little in the crisp fall air. You closed your eyes, trying to think of all the places Peter could’ve gone. “Okay, Parker,” you said aloud. “Where the hell are you?”

For the next few hours, you combed what felt like every inch of Queens, looking for him. He wasn’t at the local coffee shop or his favorite comic book store. He wasn’t in Astoria Park or even at Delmar’s, although Mr. Delmar did say he had stopped by, the best clue you had all day.

“He came in earlier this afternoon,” he told you, his forehead creasing with concern. “Bought his usual and left.”

“He didn’t stay to talk?” you asked. “Or say where he was going?”

Mr. Delmar shook his head. “No. I thought it was a little strange, but he doesn’t say much these days anyway, and I just figured he was busy. Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, yeah,” you said. “He was just, uh, supposed to meet me somewhere and didn’t. But everything’s fine. Thanks for your help.”

By now it was getting dark and you were growing more and more worried. You’d even visited Tony Stark’s memorial statue in the hopes that Peter would be there, but he wasn’t. Instead of moving on to keep looking, you stayed for a few minutes, staring at the large, golden statue.

Tony was in his Iron Man armor, his arm held out straight in front of him with his palm up, like he was preparing to shoot a blast at some invisible evil. He had his mask on, but the visor was open, so his face was visible. It was hard to give a statue an expression, but whoever had sculpted it had done a pretty good job: Tony looked calm but determined, like he knew exactly what he was doing and had every confidence that it was going to work.

TONY STARK, PROTECTOR OF LIFE, the plaque read. Below it, a quote: “I AM IRON MAN.”

You didn’t think it was possible to miss someone you never knew, but the horrible ache in your chest said otherwise. The death of Tony Stark hadn’t just left a hole; it had left a void, a gap that was fifty feet across and a hundred deep. It couldn’t be filled, no matter how hard anyone tried. You wished he was here. You wished you could just find Peter.

As you stood there, one last idea suddenly popped into your head. You saw you’d gotten a text from May, asking if you’d found him. You typed back, Not yet, but I think I know where he is. Hoping you were right, you started to walk.

You tried to ignore how creepy the cemetery was at night, walking past the iron gates and trying not to trip over any graves. In the distance, you could see a lone figure sitting in front of one, and you breathed a sigh of relief. As you got closer, you texted May and Ned: Found him.

Peter must’ve been able to hear you coming, but he showed no sign of noticing you, not even when you were standing directly behind him. You didn’t say anything for a few seconds, surveying the stone in front of you.

Benjamin Parker 1970-2015 Beloved Husband, Uncle, and Friend

“Everyone is really worried about you,” you said finally, breaking the silence.

“How did you know where I was?” he asked. His voice was hollow.

You shrugged. “It wasn’t easy. I’ve been looking for hours. And you’re a dick for lying to everyone, by the way. But I figured if you weren’t at Tony’s, you’d be here.”

He flinched at the mention of his old mentor’s name. “I wanted to be alone for a while.”

You sighed, lowering yourself so you were sitting next to him and cringing at how cold the ground was. “What made you come here?” you asked, genuinely curious. You knew he and May visited Ben’s grave on his birthday and the anniversary of his death, and that she came alone here and there, but Peter had never mentioned going on his own before.

“I don’t know,” Peter said. “I just wanted to be close to him.”

For some reason, his answer put a lump in your throat. You had to blink for a few seconds before you could say anything else. It just wasn’t fair: it wasn’t fair that he had to go to a fucking grave to see his uncle or his father or his mentor. It wasn’t fair that he had suffered so much and wasn’t even out of his teens yet. It wasn’t fair that he had to bear all of it alone.

Before you could speak, Peter said, “I’m sorry I made you worry.”

“Not just me,” you said. “Ned and May too.”

Her name seemed to wake something inside of him. “May,” he repeated. “Fuck. She must be freaking out.”

“That’s an understatement,” you said, trying not to think about how this was the most normal conversation the two of you had had in months. You wanted so badly to take his hand or put your head on his shoulder, but refrained.

You sat like that with him for a few minutes, waiting for him to speak again. “I wish it had been me,” he said finally.

“Stop it.”

“It’s the truth.”

“No, it’s not,” you said vehemently. “Do you think Tony would agree? You think he would want you to say that?”

“It doesn’t matter what he thinks,” Peter said over you. “He’s dead because of me.”

“No, he isn’t,” you said, frustrated. “It wasn’t your fault. None of it was. Tony knew the risks of what he was doing. He knew there was a chance he wouldn’t survive. He did it so you would, so you and Pepper and Morgan and May could live instead.”

He shook his head, but you nodded harder. “I know you don’t believe me. But it’s not on you. Trust me.”

“I just,” Peter said, his voice tight, “I just feel so different. So wrong.”

“Wrong?”

“Yeah,” he said. “Like when I—when I came back, not all of me was there. Like a part of me died and then stayed dead.”

You didn’t know what to say, so you just didn’t say anything, letting him continue.

“And I know I’m hurting you and May and Ned and basically everyone, and I’m sorry. I’m trying so hard, I swear I am, I just—” His voice broke, and he ducked his head, taking a deep, shuddering breath.

“I just feel like Tony sacrificed himself for nothing. He did it so I could live, but I’m not even sure of who I am anymore. I don’t even know if I’m still me.”

Something inside of Peter seemed to collapse, and then he was sobbing. You’d never heard him cry like this—like he was being ripped apart, like every part of his body was in absolute agony. It made something twist inside you, and you reached for him on pure instinct.

To your surprise, as soon as your hands touched his shoulders, he turned and practically fell into you, going completely limp as he cried. He felt so small.

“Hey,” you whispered uselessly. “Hey, I got you. I got you. I’m here.” That was all you could say. There was nothing else for you to do.

You had no idea how long you and Peter remained like that, huddled together in front of Ben’s grave. But you knew that you’d stay there for as long as it took for him to be okay again, even if it meant forever.

When Peter’s sobs had quieted into dry heaves and sniffles, you said, “I want you to know something.” He didn’t answer, but you knew he was listening. “No matter what happens, you’re still you. You might not be how you were before, but that’s okay. You were Peter Parker then and you’re Peter Parker now. You’re real and you’re alive and you’re here. And that’s all that’s important.”

Slowly, Peter nodded. You let him collect himself for another minute before you stood up and offered him your hand. “C’mon,” you said. “Let’s go home.”

He took it, allowing you to pull him to his feet. You left the cemetery together, walking side-by-side in silence to his apartment. Checking the time, you saw that it was almost ten o’clock. “May’s gonna kill you.”

“Yeah,” he agreed. “She has every right to, though. I’m all she has.” He paused. “And vice versa.”

“No,” you said forcefully, causing him to look at you quickly. “You still have me. I’ll take care of you.”

Peter laughed humorlessly. “It’s a pretty shitty job.”

“Not to me,” you said without a second thought. “Not if it’s you.”

You didn’t even notice he had stopped walking at first. Finally you glanced back and turned around to find him standing under a streetlight, an odd look on his face. You went closer, furrowing your eyebrows. “What?”

He didn’t answer, so you took a few more steps. Up close, you could see his eyes were red-rimmed and swollen, but clear all the same. “What is it?” you said again.

He said nothing for a second. Then, a little hoarsely, he asked, “Can I touch you?”

You were surprised, but nodded all too eagerly, and his hand came up to cradle one side of your face. You closed your eyes at the rough pads of his fingers and the gentle way they probed at your skin.

Just when you thought he might stay like that forever, he leaned in and crashed his lips against yours.

It was like a dam had burst. You’d been cut off from him for so long and now everything about him overwhelmed you all at once: the smell of his shampoo, his slightly chapped lips, the soft moan he let out as you kissed him back with fervor. You couldn’t get enough and it seemed like neither could he, barely pausing for breath as he pulled you flush against him.

The kiss was different but somehow still familiar. It was the new Peter who tangled his fingers in your hair, tilting your head back to kiss you deeper, but it was the old one who bumped noses with you and whose hands trembled slightly as they touched you. And for some reason, it was the kiss that made you realize everything was going to be okay, one way or another.

You could’ve stayed like that forever, but a sudden shrill beeping made the two of you spring apart. In an instant Peter had you pushed behind him, ready to defend from whatever was attacking, but you both quickly realized it was just a random car alarm going off.

He turned to face you again as you tried to catch your breath. “Your heart’s beating really fast,” he said quietly. Stupid spider-senses.

You pressed a hand to his chest, secretly pleased when he didn’t flinch away. “Yours too.”

The ghost of a smile flickered on his face and the sight of it, small but there all the same, made you want to cry with relief. Instead you just smiled back.

“I’m sorry. About these past few months.”

“Nothing to be sorry for.”

“I love you,” he said, and those three words made all of it worth it.

You reached up to brush some hair out of his face, tenderly trailing your fingers down his cheek. “I love you too,” you said. “You wanna get out of here?”

Peter hesitated for a second before he nodded. You held out your hand. He took it, and you started to walk down the darkened streets together.

You pulled your phone out of your pocket and typed out a message to both May and Ned, only three words:

We’re coming home.

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ertrunkenerwassergeist · 5 years ago

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Dreams of Our Past - Chapter 28

Aaaannnnd done! Here’s the Link to AO3

In which Ardyn has a bonding moment with Solaris and much introspection happens.

Featuring: fierce princess warriors, Ardyn's mother, making breakfast, the author's bad attempt at writing Latin and another brief hint at the meta plot.

Warning: vomiting, Ardyn's not so nice thoughts and talk about a funeral

There's a part in this chapter that's written in Latin. I wrote it myself and as a consequence it won't be very good, please keep that in mind XD Just posting the translation here so nobody will get confused.

Eos sleeps, Her hair is the light Of the sunset.

A black wing brings the night And I look up Towards the sky, Where the stars are shining.

Ardyn VI

8.6.755 ME

Insomnia, Deep City

Kingdom of Lucis

Ardyn waited until Noctis and his Amicitia were well and truly out of earshot before he made his way deeper into the room on uneven steps. He came to a stop next to the stool his nephew had sat on and glanced down at the frail girl sleeping in the rickety bed.

The marks of the scourge could still be seen along the right side of her face, pale, smoky shadows beneath her paper white skin. It would be so easy to make it bloom in full again, see the blackness spread and consume until this girl was just another creature poisoning the shadows of the night. The scourge within his own blood yearned to connect with what remained in her, to strengthen it and see what kind o daemon she would become.

With a high pitched hiss Ardyn wretched his gaze away from her, moved towards the window and pushed it open to keep his actions from following his thoughts. He would not alienate what precious family he had found here to satisfy a baser need that, technically speaking, wasn't even his own. No matter how much he wanted to take revenge on the Amicitia line for what Gilgamesh had done to him.

The air outside the window wasn't any less muggy than inside, but it carried a hint of freshness that was lacking within the room and helped him calm his thoughts. He refused to follow baser instincts and the bad habits Besithia had been trying to instil within him. That just wouldn't do. He was Ardyn Lucis Caelum, eldest son Atalanta Lucis Caelum the Unyielding, she who, despite everything, had managed to keep most of Cavaugh beneath her banner as the last remnants of Solheim began to crumble away, husband to Gratia and father to Jubaris. He would not disappoint them again.

Turning his attention back into the room, he walked back to the girl's bedside and cautiously lowered himself onto the stool, as if he was afraid the scourge within him could leap up again like a ravenous beast. Which wasn't that far off, he thought.

His gaze lingered on her features as he bent down to pick up the crumbled blanket on the floor and tucked it tightly around her. The scourge didn't only sap you energy and your mental fortitude, but also stole your body warmth as millions upon millions of tiny parasitic lifeforms spread in your body and made it habitable for themselves.

There wasn't much of anything of Gilgamesh in her. Ardyn didn't know if he should be relieved or not about that realization. Maybe there was something in the shape of her eyes and the form of her brow and, if he read her bone structure right, she would grow to be quite tall with unusually wide shoulders for a woman.

A quiet moan ripped him out of his musings. Ardyn helped her turn towards the edge of the bed and vomit a thick black substance into the bucket. He wrinkled his nose in slight disgust but kept up a quiet stream of soothing mutterings to help keep her calm.

“Where...?” she murmured, blinking up at him in incomprehension.

“Do go back to sleep, my dear. Everything is alright. It will be better in the morning, you will see,” he soothed, carding a large and slender hand through the child's hair.

Strange, he thought as her eyes fell shut again and she relaxed in sleep, that he had not forgotten how to do this after all these long years.

Ardyn tucked the blankets back around her and tapped his fingers along the length of his cane in the rhythm of a nursery rhyme the words of which he had long forgotten.

“Is the mean blackness gone?” came the quiet question from the door.

Ardyn twisted around on the stool and saw Solaris standing in the doorway. Her unruly shoulder length hair was even wilder than normal which made the subtle similarities between them even more obvious. It was strange to see someone with this many Solheimr characteristics - other than him - in this day and age. She looked at him with her honey and gold coloured eyes that suddenly reminded him of his mother, without the usual hesitation that had been there whenever she looked at him. He wondered what had changed.

“Not quite yet, dear one. The mean blackness is very stubborn,” Ardyn answered just as quietly.

Solaris nodded thoughtfully, as if that was the only thing that could make sense and carefully made her way over to him. Oh, the beautiful minds of children.

Her gaze flickered hesitantly up to him and Ardyn was willing to wait for her to figure out what she wanted to say. He had seen her be shy and uncertain, sometimes even mistrustful, around people she didn't know and hoped she would open up to him in the future.

“The scary man's yelling at tata 'n' mati,” she mumbled and fidgeted with the material of her long sleeping tunic.

“Oh? Should we go down and check on them?” he asked, watching her reaction carefully.

He was more than willing to eviscerate an entitled Amicitia, if the chance presented itself. Solaris shook her head.

“Mati yelled right back,” she stated, a fierce, childish pride in her eyes.

“Should you have been down there? I imagine young princesses such as yourself should be in bed right now, to grow into fierce warriors.”

Solaris frowned. “Don't warriors hurt people?”

“The good ones only do it to protect those they love,” he explained and suppressed a pained grimace. This wasn't a conversation he of all people should have with an eight year old girl.

She wrinkled her nose cutely as she considered his words for a few moments, then she nodded decisively. “I'll be a fierce and good warrior to protect mati 'n' tata 'n' Astra and everybody else I like. Like Vox,” she declared, determination lacing her voice.

Ardyn nodded seriously and with all the gravitas this situation deserved. “I'm sure your parents will be happy to help you.”

Suddenly nervous again, Solaris twisted her fingers into her tunic and looked down. “Will you help me?” she mumbled shyly and barely audible.

“You... want me to help?” he asked completely baffled. That wasn't something he had expected.

“Mhm.”

“As my princess commands,” he said and sketched a formal bow, which wasn't all that effective sitting down, but hid quite successfully the turmoil that was surely showing on his face. This was a form of innocent trust he had never thought would be directed at him again. At her giggling he sat back up again, blinking rapidly.

A tiny hand grasped the hem of his own tunic and without thinking about it he wound his arms around the small girl looking for comfort. One hand clutched his cane like a lifeline. Solaris hugged back just as tightly as he did and he had no idea how it happened, but suddenly she sat curled up in his lap, her head against his collar bone and his arms securely around her. Ardyn studiously ignored the painful twinge in his knee this position brought him.

Before he knew it, he was softly swinging back and forth while humming an ancient lullaby his mother had sung to him and Somnus when they had been barely Solaris' age. Within minutes her eyes fell shut and her breathing deepened, fast asleep after all the excitement so late at night. Or early in the morning, rather.

What a precious and resilient child.

Ardyn continued to hum the lullaby about bidding goodbye to the mother of light as the sun set and dancing in the moonlight as she, who had created the world, protected them from what lurked in the Deep. It was a song about the circle of night and day, about joy and protection and hope.

Hope, he thought, what a dangerous commodity. So easy to disappoint, yet so difficult to really kill. He had thought hope had died within him when his wife and son had been murdered by his own brother and Shield, when the darkness of Angelgard had entombed him, but obviously he had been wrong. There was no denying the deep rooted warmth in his chest, it's edges bubbled with a nervous anticipation.

Thoughtlessly he smoothed a hand through the sleeping girl's hair. It was too early to tell what the best way forward should be, but it would definitely be the best for him to stay here, he thought as his gaze flickered to the older girl sleeping in the room.

A soft knock against the door frame made him look up. There stood Hiemi with a soft look on her face.

“How's she doing?” she whispered as she came to a stop next to him.

“I think that everything that happened during the last week is finally catching up to her,” Ardyn answered with a slight grimace. “She asked me to help her become a a fierce and good warrior so she may protect everybody she holds dear.”

Hiemi nodded, a grim look in her eyes. “Healer and I've been waiting for that to happen for a while now. Not her wanting to be a warrior, but I can see it, even if my husband may not want to. The two times I let her handle a knife she showed it the respect it was due, at least.” She side eyed him when she noticed his hesitation. “You can ask, you know?”

“I gather our resident and conscious Amicitia didn't take the revelation well?” he chose to say.

Hiemi couldn't help her amused snort. “Healer told me about him, but by the sun, that man has a bad temper.”

Ardyn just raised an eyebrow at her. He had heard her and his nephew arguing once about table-cloths of all things.

“Why you,” she huffed in amusement and made to gently shove him in the shoulder. She didn't touch him, however. She had without a doubt picked up that he wasn't very comfortable with other people touching him suddenly. Ardyn shot a small teasing grin at her.

“Everything will turn out all right with them, I think,” Hiemi continued after a few moments of silence. “For all his faults, I get the feeling that Gladiolus is incredibly loyal. When I left, Healer was trying to convince him to not stay away from his work.”

Loyal, huh? Well, Ardyn would just have to make sure this Amicitia stayed loyal to the right person. Otherwise there was still another one, younger and more malleable that could replace him.

“If he scares Solaris again with yelling at you and my nephew there will be consequences,” he promised, protectiveness and a quiet menace lining his voice.

Dark green eyes pierced his own golden ones, searching for something. What it was he couldn't say.

“If he dares to hurt or scare my children knave Gladiolus will have to answer to me.” That was as much a threat as it was a promise.

They shared a heartbeat of silence full of certainty that no one would survive hurting this new generation of Lucis Caelums. Solaris gave a quiet huff in her sleep, bringing attention back on herself. Hiemi's gaze turned soft and warm as her eyes fell on the sleeping form of her daughter.

“Come, I'll take her back to bed. There's much to be done today and we could use your help, Ardyn,” she said and carefully gathered Solaris in her arms, lifting her with little difficulty.

Ardyn nodded but stayed seated for a while longer, watching over the youth in the bed and making sure she wouldn't need the bucket again. He made a face as he touched the black goo within it with one finger. Dark mist steamed out of it and sank into his skin. It was decidedly uncomfortable. Shaking out his hand after nothing remained, he stood up.

What he had just absorbed was... strangely muted, inactive almost and if it increased the pressure he was already feeling in his blood, he didn't notice.

Slowly he made his way downstairs and into the kitchen. Gammer was already there, kneading dough and humming a disjointed melody. Apparently she was coming over most mornings now, since the Shadow Market was mostly closed until it was clear all the bridges had survived the earthquake without further damages.

Noctis and his Amicitia sat at the heavy wooden table, cups of tea between them, and talked quietly amongst themselves. Gladiolus, or whatever his name was, was obviously not happy about something, but to the man's credit, he kept listening intently to what Noctis was saying.

His nephew looked up when he heard him enter the kitchen and smiled. Ardyn's answering smile was maybe a tad bitter when he saw not only Jubaris, but also Somnus reflected on the young man's face. He nonetheless followed the silent invitation to join them at the table. The Amicitia boy looked at him with curiosity clear in his eyes.

“Gladio, may I introduce you to my uncle, Ardyn. Ardyn, this is Gladiolus Amicitia, my Shield and one of my oldest friends.” Noctis' voice was a strange jumble between the need of the Deep City tongue to swallow every letter not needed to make oneself understood and the clear cut dialect of Noble Lucian. Which only made it more headache inducing.

Ardyn nodded in greeting, wishing he had thought to bring his head for a bit of dramatic flair. Oh well, there would still be more opportunities for it in the future, no doubt.

“Uncle?” asked Gladiolus with a raised eyebrow. “Like you think of him as such, or for real your uncle?”

“By blood and magic, he's my uncle,” was the answer.

The Amicitia boy looked at him with large eyes. Ardyn's answer was a wide Ifrit-may-care grin that would have made Iedolas livid, a daring edge clear in the way he tilted his head.

“This guy is a Lucis Caelum? For real?”

Should he be insulted by that? He probably should.

“Yes, for real,” confirmed his nephew, his tone laden with relief and amusement. Which, rude. But it had been so long since he had been acknowledged by his true name that he would let it slide, just this once.

“Huh.”

“Seeker of Vengeance, come, I have an important task for you,” called Gammer from close to the door that led to the backyard.

Fighting down a sudden wave of apprehension, Ardyn looked over to her. She hobbled back into the room, rolling a large wheel of cheese next to her like a child would a hoop.

“By the sun, where did you get that cheese from?”, Noctis exclaimed and shot up from his chair to help.

“No, Healer-of-the-people, you sit back down. It's not your help I require. You and your Shield don't have much time to find back together again. You should use what you have.”

With a sigh Noctis sat back down. His eyes followed Ardyn as he stood up and made his way over with uneven steps.

“What by Pitioss?” he could hear the Amicitia boy mutter beneath his breath.

He ignored his nephew's answer in favour of concentrating on the task before him.

“What is it you want me to do, Flame Whisperer?”

Gammer cackled and batted her eyelashes in a way that could have been called coy, if the woman hadn't been so old.

“Such flattery. It's hard to come by these days, indeed it is. Help this old woman make breakfast. You're supposed to be pretty good at that, Seeker of Vengeance.”

He blinked at her and swallowed down the remark burning on his tongue. Instead Ardyn helped her lift the cheese wheel onto a part of the counter that had been cleaned up beforehand, which was quite the feat between an old woman and a man that couldn't stand on his own two feet equally. It was nearly half as large as Gammer was tall, it's waxen skin smooth beneath his hands and had a strong smell that made his stomach grumble with hunger.

Under her guidance he cut the wheel open and grated some of the cheese into pockets of formed dough that were already partially filled with cut mushrooms. It wasn't heavy work by any means of the word, but it was something to do that didn't involve sitting around, thinking and talking. No matter how much he liked to talk under the right circumstances.

“Your thirst for blood has begun to ebb away, the fires of your soul are calmer now,” she said after a while.

Ardyn just hummed non-committally and chose to remain otherwise silent. Gammer huffed full of indulgence.

“A storm is on the horizon,” she intoned in a voice that made his hair stand on end. “You will need to decide soon what you will do once it hits. And hit it will, with a furiousness that hasn't been witnessed since the days the Empire of the Sun fell to fire, treachery and swords.”

Was she... was she talking about a second war between the Astrals? Did Ifrit want to ignite yet another Kingdom for some perceived slight? Somehow that didn't sit right with him.

Gammer gave another bone dry cackle at his incredulous stare, her brown eyes twinkled with a hint of red in the light of the hearth. He felt like he was missing something very important here. Then she started to hum, slow and melancholic, as if she were singing a lament, while deftly closing the finished pockets of dough now filled to the brim with mushrooms and cheese. It was the same song he had hummed to Solaris not an hour ago.

Eos dormit,

Sua crinis lucem est

Solis occasum.

Words swam to the forefront of Ardyn's mind, Gammer's hummed words overlain by the whisper of his mother's sweet voice.

“Please stop,” he whispered.

The song stopped. Only then did he realize how tightly the nails of his left hand had dug into his palm, a row of bloody crescents now lay there. He stared at them, his mind numb and strangely empty. The scourge in his blood shivered in quiet anticipation and fear. When he finally managed to look up he saw the old woman's eyes resting on him, understanding shimmered clearly in their depths.

“There lies wisdom in old songs,” she said. “Mothers are wise to sing to their children.”

Ardyn dearly wanted to drown somebody, preferably himself in lieu of not wanting to harm his family. Instead he took a deep breath and cast a careful look to where his nephew was sitting. A violet eye glimmered at him in concern, but the boy was still listening to what his Amicitia had to say. Ardyn smiled wanly and concentrated on cleaning the grater in the stone basin that served as a sink.

Ala nigra fert noctem

Et video sursum

Ad caelum,

Ubi stellis claricent.

The voice of his mother continued to whisper in his mind. Ardyn huffed in annoyance and shook his head to banish the sweet and sorrowful melody from his mind. Carelessly dropping the grater next to a pile of clean dishes, he stepped out of the room without another word to clear his head. He could think later, right now he needed to breathe.

Wisdom.

He had strived to be wise once. Look where that had gotten him.

Before he knew it, he was standing on the cobbled road in front of the old villa, leaning on his cane and breathing heavily. It had been a long, long time since he had thought of his mother. He couldn't remember much of her. Flashes of her sweet singing voice, wild locks of flyaway red hair and scarred, dark skin. A deep breath shuddered through his lungs.

He really didn't want to keep thinking about it, wanted to keep walking the way the... Gods had paved for him, wanted to just stay here with his nephew and his wife and children and forget the world even existed. But...

There was still something within him, buried deep and old and tired that wanted to help make the world a better place.

If this old lullaby would really help to prevent a new Astral War, he would do his best. But not today. All Ardyn wanted to do was to rest and just be. Sit at a table with good food and good company. The Gods had waited for over 2000 years, they could wait a day longer.

Satisfied with that conclusion he felt prepared enough to go back inside. Without a doubt breakfast would be finished soon.

From down the shadowy street he could see a lantern bobbing towards him. Curious of who would be out and about this early in the morning, he stayed where he was and waited. It was a small and frail woman with greying hair. Tulia Philon he thought her name was. Deep shadows danced beneath her tired eyes and her shoulders were curled inwards, as if she had suffered a heavy blow. She looked so different from the lively woman he had met just a week ago.

“Dearest Tulia, it is good to see you again,” he greeted her. He lowered his head nearly far enough to call it a bow. “Though I wish it would be under better circumstances.”

“Salve, Ardyn,” she she said and dear Gods, even her voice sounded tired. “I heard you had woken up and came to see you.”

He tilted his head in curiosity. Him? Not his nephew? Old hands gripped the ring of the electric lantern tighter as Tulia looked up at him.

“Would you do me the honour and speak at my husband's funeral?” she asked and looked like she would burst into tears at any moment.

“Oh, I... If it is your wish, of course.”

She gifted him with a trembling smile. “I thank you. You have no idea what it means to me. You were the last person to see him alive, to talk to him and it is tradition to speak of a person's last... last moments.” Tulia took a shuddering breath. “The funeral will be in two days at sundown. Healer will be there, too.”

“It will be my honour,” Ardyn responded and was only half surprised he actually meant it.

He had known Sallust for barely three days and he hadn't exactly liked the old man, but he hadn't disliked him either.

“Thank you,” Tulia said again and made to turn around.

“Why don't you stay for breakfast? There will most certainly be enough for one more, and a good meal in good company goes a long way to brighten the day.”

For a few seconds she looked at him oddly but agreed in the end. Ardyn smiled the best healer's smile he was still capable of and guided the grieving woman inside.

#ffxv #dreams of our past #ardyn lucis caelum #ardyn izunia #bad latin #I did my best XD #this whole chapter is basically introspection with a smidge of meta plot #my fics #geist writes

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silviasutton1989 · 6 years ago

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T.T.K. Chapter 20.2 “Shock waves”

A/N: Hey guys here it is! I’m not going to say much about it but I really do hope you guys are still reading and I hope to post more over time.

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 2200

Summary: Everyone is affected by the death of Constantine

Catch Up: MASTERLIST

"Good, morning Cordonia. I am Jade Perro, reporting to you live at the state funeral of former King Constantine I. As you can see behind me the procession has made it up to the chapel where the former King has now made his final journey. Walking close behind are his sons Leo and King Liam. As you can see the two men are showing great strength though the circumstances of their father's death was a great shock to us all. Sources say that he suffered a heart attack during the wedding of the Duke and Duchess of Valtoria, yet there has still been very little information of that fateful night from the monarchy. However, today let us focus on his life and his accomplishments as king. King Constantine: the only child of King Leonard III and Queen Mother Maria, he worked to make his reign of over 30 years one of the most innovative in Cordonian history. He...."

"Uh...I can't watch this anymore!" Riley turns the tv on mute then tosses the remote aside. Keeping her eyes on the screen watching her Liam as he watched his father's coffin enter the church.

"Then don't." Drake counters. He knew a fight was coming so he braced himself against the nearest wall, his eyes closed his breaths deep and steady to calm him.

"We should be there with them. How can you call Liam your friend and you're not even by his side right now?"

"I'm doing what's best for us Riley!" His tone was louder than he knew it needed to be so he took another breath. Look, just because the media doesn't know how Constantine died doesn't mean we should act like we don't. He was killed...hell he was electrocuted! Riley you're pregnant there's no way in hell I'm letting you anywhere near that chaos. Besides I talked to Olivia everyone is fine. Until we hear otherwise we should --we will stay where it's safe."

"Drake...." She wanted to say more, but she knew he was right. And any other time in any other situation she would have left the second she heard about the attack. But her child came first and so did Drake. Yet and still knowing that gave her little ease as she watched her friends all walk into the church. None of them together, all of them with the same fearful look on their faces. Nausea grew as she looked around her glorious mansion and she didn't know if it was morning sickness or the growing sense of guilt she now had.

Olivia walked three steps behind him. It was far enough for him to seem alone yet close enough for him to know she was still there. He hadn't spoke in days since the funeral. Other than the speeches she had written for him to during his several press conferences, he mostly stayed silent not even telling the staff good morning. She had also noticed he barley ate. She made a mental note to ask the cook to make lemon chicken soup for dinner tonight. Liam loved that as a kid.

Liam opened the door of his chambers and like clockwork off went his tie and suit coat with his pants and shoes before he crawled into bed.

And just like the last passed few days it was up to her to clean his mess. In all honesty last week she loved it. Planning Constantine's funeral, handling the non disclosures of everyone that witnesses the electrocution. She knew she could run the country but actually doing it just made her feel that more accomplished. But as the days went on and the funeral well over Liam's daze never seemed to pass. Empathy was never Olivia's strong suit she was more of a "get things done cry never" sort of girl so as she picked up his dirty socks from the for she couldn't hold her tongue any longer.

"Look Liam we need to---"

A wrap at the door stops her short. It opens, not waiting for an answer and Leo storms though.

"Just thought I'd let the great king know I'm off." He looks at the large lump in the bed rolling his eyes before turning to walk out.

"Wait you can't just leave him like this. He needs you!" Olivia takes his arm.

"Let him go!" his voice from the covers yell. "He didn't give a damn about this country before why once father's dead would he now!"

"Oh like you gave a damn about father?!"Leo charges towards the bed, yanking back the covers revealing his brother. "My father died because of you because you weren't there because your a horrible king and no one wants you here! I blame you for all of this! And...and if this country goes down by your hands then dammit I don't want any part in it."

"Yeah?! Well get the fuck out!" Liam shoot out from the bed shoving Leo. "I don't need some coward how couldn't fill the shoes I have to walk in every damn day tell me what the fuck I'm doing wrong! Who the hell do you think you are? Who the hell do you think you were to him? You were a disappointment! You were a screw up and out of the words of the great Constantine he always knew you couldn't be king. He was relieved when you abdicated Leo!"

Olivia could only watch as the men stared each other down. She could see Leo's hurt, his anger, and in some ways his guilt, but there was nothing in Liam's eyes, no hurt, no guilt, not even anger just...nothing. She clutched the clothes she had picked up off the floor to her chest, in that moment she had never noticed how much Liam looked like his father. In that moment he resembled Constantine more than Leo ever could.

"As king I order you to leave the grounds...my grounds immediately." The men straightened their spines in sync and Leo turned towards the door. He looked to his brother one final time before slamming the door behind him.

Liam grabbed the cover from the floor wrapping it around him before landing back into the bed. And then the room was silent.

"Liam..."

"Olivia. Don't."

"You just kicked your brother out of the palace. What if he never comes back?"

"I told him to leave now not forever. And trust me he will be back. Either he'll run out of money or we will have some function that he will weasel his way back to be in. He doesn't do anything but leave when things get tough...that's all he's ever been good at."

"Liam you don't mean--"

"It's my fault he's dead, Liv." he says quietly.

"No, it's no--"

"I went looking for you that night. You had ran off and you looked so scared and confused I just...I wanted to help you. It should have been me. They weren't trying to kill my father they were trying to kill me!"

She sat next to him on the bed and he pulls her underneath the covers. His lips crashing against hers, more pain than pleasure. Almost on purpose, as if he waned to hurt her. His hands rough pull at her pants yanking them as far down as he pleased.

"Liam..." Olivia breathes trying to slow him down but his tounge is intrusive as if to silence her.

"This is what you want, huh? Nobody else is here but you? You're all I have left Liv. " he kisses her neck and chest with his chapped dry lips. His body was warm, so warm warm against her own.

"Liam I'm leaving." The words somehow seems to just flow right out. The kissing stopped and he stayed quiet. "I have to go Lythikos... tomorrow."

"You don't have to go. You want to go." turning his back to her as if she wasn't even there.

"It's both. I want to go and I have to. The winter festival is Lythikos' biggest event. Our ski lodges are all booked up. Reports are coming back that this will be the highest amount of tourists we've ever seen and Lucretia has planned the entire thing. I have to go as duchess I have an obligation to--"

"No one is stopping you. Good bye."

"Liam..." she sighs trying to find the right words. "I know your father's death is weighing on you right now. But your country needs you more than ever. You have to get up. You can't lay here and--"

"Why are you still here?! I will be fine...without you."

She wanted to slap him. But also to kiss him. To tell him to suck it up and that this feeling of loneliness he is feeling she has felt since she was 5 years old. But she also wanted to lay his head in her lap run her fingers through his hair and let him cry. She wanted to make love to him to make him happy to see that smile in his almond shaped eyes again. But instead she slowly walked out of his chambers wondering how far gone was that smile, and would she ever see it again.

Once Olivia made it to Lythikos there was only one thing she wanted to do...no she needed to do.

The sounds of the water trickling down onto the tile floor was the best sound she'd heard in months. The steam filled her bathroom and soon she was surrounded by fog. She let the water run down her her long red locks letting it drip down her body letting it wash away everything: her mother's past, Isaac's betrayal, Liam loosing himself, not to mention Boss being oddly silent since Constantine's death. She was home now and home isn't just a safe place to run to when the world reveals it's darkness, it's also a place to start over regroup to collect her thoughts and figure out how to fix it all.

She stood underneath the large shower head playing out her next moves, unaware of the large figure so close behind her. He had been waiting for her missing her almost. He pressed himself against the shower glass just watching as she washed her body, her hands cleaning the places he couldn't wait to touch.

Mick had been so patient with her. His days for the last few months had been nothing but labor getting ready for the festival. He learned a lot about Lythikos, and Olivia. He learned about her family and how they died when she was young, he learned of her accomplishments and her tenacity, but all of that meant little to him compared to the day he found her bedroom. There were many nights he spent in there imaging his hands around that porcelain neck just one more time.

Ugh... it's so frustrating watching her. Her eyes shut so tight. He glues his waist to the shower glass needing it to feel like her body. Maybe he didn't have to wait. Just take her now right here. No! He could wait. And as he steps back from the shower his hand prints begin to fade away, hidden beneath the steamy fog.

"Your Majesty I must speak with you, urgently."

"Yes Bastien?" Liam straightens his tie once again, the damn thing had never felt so stifling before.

"It's the matter of the upcoming Winter Social, in Lythikos." Bastien had a look on his face as if he was walking in a minefield. "As you know I have been looking into the attacks starting with the very first one last year. We still believe the attackers were hired and more likely foreigners."

Bastien could hear Liam's knee bouncing against the table he sat at and knew he should just spit it out.

"Well we did obtain some surveillance from the night of the first attack and were able to pin point those who were actual staff members from those who were probably the attackers."

He hands Liam a photo a large build man in a waiters suit.

"As you know with the past riots and other invasions especially recently I have been more proactive with vetting the venues in which you will be attending. So it is no surprise that I have already researched Lythikos and.."

"What are you trying to say Bastien?" Liam's impatience was quick his voice sharp.

"I'm saying that this man here is most assuredly one of the attackers from the Homecoming Ball and he is also most assuredly an active staff member of Duchess Olivia Nevarkis."

Bastien hands him another photo one of the same man carrying wood into the Nevarkis mansion.

"No I don't... I can't believe this. Olivia wouldn't..." no other words came out. His forehead wrinkled in confusion as if the two photos in his hand made no since, as if nothing in the world made any sense.

"Your Highness we must consider the facts and since the last attack against you resulted in the death of a former monarch, we must take action. I hate to say this but I am almost certain that the person who has been actively trying to kill you is none other than the Duchess of Lythikos."

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shadowsndaisies · 6 years ago

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HW18D7 - Trick or Treat

a/n: so apparently my queue kind of screwed up so Days 6 & 7 of hell week from last year never got posted and I only realized now, sorry! I’m going to post them today!

HW18D7 → Trick or Treat

Fandom: Shadowhunters

Pairing: n/a

WC: 1697

2k18 Holiday Masterlist normal masterlist

Halloween, the nippy October New York air pinched your cheeks, you were wearing black jeans and a black tank top under a black and white flannel, your hands were cold as you walked towards the Institue. Your brown shoulder bag hung on your side, a bit heavier than normal as you walked up the stairs, your hair was down on your shoulders today and on your head were cat ears, done by a playful headband you had bought on a whim walking to your half brother’s house yesterday evening. As soon as you walked in you felt a bit warmer, people stared at you and some cracked tiny smiles as you walked further, you stopped by the hollo table which is where Alec, Simon, Clary, Jace, and Izzy were all standing.

“Nice ears,” Simon smiled.

“Thank you, Simon,” you grinned as you stood between Jace and Alec.

For most of your life you lived in the mundane world, though your mother a former Shadowhunter kept you trained, you never really understood why. Your father had died before you could walk and so she swept you away to live a mundane life, she fell in love with a human man and had two more kids, your younger brother and sister. When you were fifteen, a downworlder had caught your sent one night while you were out with your friends, they had stopped in an alley for a second to take a sip of the contraband liquor they had nabbed from one of their houses when something emerged from the shadows. It was a rogue werewolf that had recently been rejected from his pack, you and your friends had run for blocks before you got split from the group. When you were cornered you weren't sure what happened but apparently, in fight or flight situations, you fight. All the training that you experienced came flooding in as you grabbed at the first thing you could get your hands on, apparently you had stalled long enough because soon two boys your age came rushing in, one with dark black hair and another with blonde hair, they held blades that glowed, and they were covered with tattoos that looked similar to your moms. Over time she had gotten many removed but she had left one, and both of the boys had it too. You had never seen the design anywhere else. They had come in and with these blades that looked like light and the giant wolf seemed to tense, the one with the dark hair walked around to stand between you and the wolf while the blonde one flanked the creature. It had taken a few minutes before the wolf had been knocked unconscious and it had shrunk and transformed into what appeared to be a very naked boy in his early twenties.

The two boys had moved for the door when you finally found your voice once again, “thank you,” you called to them.

The boys had frozen before looking directly at you. Hours later you had been walked home by the blonde one, when you got there you saw your mother on the porch, one look at her had the boy reeling, apparently, she was well known. Within the week you had learned all about your mother’s past, and your heritage, within two weeks you began training to be a Shadowhunter much to her displeasure.

Now you were twenty, well one day away from being twenty-one. Your birthday was the 1st of November and Halloween was your favorite holiday. Most of the institute had since gotten used to your extra bubbly ways at the very end of the spooky month.

“I think last years were more fitting,” Jace joked as he poked one of your cat ears.

“Hmm,” you gave a not amused look to him.

“Was last year the witch or the devil horns?” Alec teased a playful smirk on his lips.

“I bet you think you’re hilarious,” you drawl looking up at the taller boy.

“Nah, he’s just imagining the red dress that you borrowed from Izzy,” Jace shot back causing both you and Alec to blush.

“Last year was the witch anyway,” you muttered before you spotted the youngest Lightwood come bounding for you. “Maxie!” you smiled dropping down onto your knees. “How’s my favorite, Lightwood boy doing?”

“You wound me,” you hear Alec call sarcastically from behind you.

“It’s Halloween,” Max led and your smile widened, you knew exactly why the boy had come running up to you. Shadowhunters don’t really celebrate holidays especially ones that usually mean the busiest night of the year for the half angels.

“Yes it is, Iz, pass me my bag please,” you ask the girl and she obliged, pulling the zipper open you can see the small bag you had bought at Costco, reaching in you pull out a handful of candy and you hand it off to the little kid. “Don’t let your mom see,” you wink before he flashes you a mischevious smile and runs off.

“Every year,” Izzy smiled as you stood back up.

“I used to do it for you too,” you smiled dropping your bag back on the table.

“You celebrate Halloween?” It was the first time Clary had said anything since you walked in today.

“Every year for the past twenty years,” you nodded.

“I thought Shadowhunters didn’t celebrate holidays..” the redhead trailed.

“They don’t not normally,” you answered vaguely.

With the level on which you fought nobody could ever really tell that you weren’t a bred Shadowhunter from the start, in fact, most times they really thought you were, the only ones who knew better were the ones who could remember when you had first arrived.

All day you went around giving candy to the trainees in secret, sneakily sharing some with your friends whenever Maryse wasn’t around. At the end of the night you say goodnight to everyone and do what you’ve done every year since you were a child, you walk up the stairs through the garden and to the roof, you sit down on the very edge, your feet dangling above the busy New York streets. Checking your phone the clock reads 11:03, in two hours and 15 minutes and you’d officially be 21, at 1:18 in the morning.

You’re not sure how much time passed before he came and sat down with you but you didn’t have to say anything either. You laid your head on Alec’s shoulder as you watched the New York night turn to ridiculously early morning, the sounds of planes overhead and the never-ending traffic below.

“How was Halloween?” he asked eventually.

“Good, though I hope your brother brushed his teeth tonight, kid cleared me of half the candy I brought,” you chuckled.

“We both know he probably didn’t,” Alec laughed.

“Thanks for coming up,” you whispered.

“Where else would I be?” he asked.

“In bed, like sane people?” another voice offered and you smiled.

“Glad you could make it Herondale,” you winked as the blonde sat down on your other side.

“Like he said, where else would we be?” Jace shot back grabbing one of your hands.

“You know, most twenty-one-year-olds would go to a bar, get drunk, to celebrate, we’re on a roof of a building that’s invisible to the mundane eye,” Alec pointed out.

“Please, pulling the two of you out of a bar for your birthdays was good enough for me,” you joked. “Plus I’m not 21 yet.”

“Five more minutes,” Jace responded.

“Oh, cutting it close then, were we?” you shoot him a playfully dirty look.

“Maybe, but I’m here, I’ll always be here,” he promised.

“October 31st night to November 1st morning, around 1:18 in the morning, the roof of the New York Institute until the day I die,” Alec nodded.

“We die,” Jace corrected.

“You know if anyone else were about to say what I am, they’d be locked up, but I’m glad the wolf came after me that night,” you told them.

“You’re right, mundane’s would totally get locked up, and to think it’s all because you decided to go trick or treating with your sketchy friends,” Alec shot out.

“Well, I’d much rather go trick or treating with you two instead,” you assure them.

Alec Lightwood and Jace Herondale may be parabatai, but they had always treated you as a third extension, since the moment they met you. Your best guess was that the fact you had held your own against an out of control werewolf had shown them something and you knew you were better off for it. These boys were your best friends, and the two you trusted more than anyone else in the world.

“Next year, maybe we should…” Jace offered and you shoot him a smile.

“Sounds like a plan,” you nod.

“Our birthday gift to you,” Alec adds. “Congrats, by the way, you can now legally drink,” he chuckled showing me the time on his phone 1:19 AM.

“Maybe instead of candy we can get minibar drinks,” you laugh and the boys shake their heads.

The three of you sit there a few moments longer before you swing your legs back over and stand up, grabbing their hands you pull them with you back down the stairs, they walk with you back to your room.

“We’ll see you in a few hours,” Jace smiled, giving you a hug.

“Bright and early,” you nod.

“With tons of coffee,” Alec adds hugging you next, “Happy Birthday, (Y/n).”

“Thanks, Alec, and thank you too, Jace. My birthday always seems better after turning a year older officially on the roof with you two idiots.”

“You know we got your back,” Jace nods, placing a kiss on your cheek before turning and entering his room.

“Always,” Alec added, kissing the top of your head.

You had a soft smile as you got ready for bed, and for some reason, you couldn’t stop your soft humming and the occasional lyric…. “Boys and girls of every age, wouldn’t you like to see something strange? Come with us and you will see, this, our town of Halloween. This is Halloween, Halloween, Halloween….”

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mrslittletall · 6 years ago

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Title: Keeping it together (Chapter 18) Fandom: Dark Souls Characters: Dragon Slayer Ornstein, Silver Knights Word Count: 1.986 AO3-Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/16328084/chapters/42276842 Previous chapter: https://mrslittletall.tumblr.com/post/182847826289/title-keeping-it-together-chapter-17

Summary: In which Ornstein starts to take care of stuff.

Ornstein was sitting next to the privy, rubbing his upset stomach. He had visted the privy to relief himself before he would set off to the Burg, but as soon as he had entered the small room, his nausea had acted up and he managed to force a majority of his breakfast back out. He sat on the ground a while longer, waiting for the nausea to subdue, trying to calm his stomach down with deep breathes. Once his stomach had calmed down, he remembered that he still needed to relief himself, but he found it kinda gross to use the same privy he had just puked in and ventured to another one for it. On his way to wash his hands and get a jar of water for the sour taste in his mouth, he ran into Terrick.

“Ah, captain, perfect that I run into you, I have written down the location of the demon sighting.”, he said and gave Ornstein a piece of paper.

“Thank you, Terrick.”, Ornstein said, trying to not give up an impression that he just had puked. As soon as the dragon slayer had washed his hands at the cathedral well, gargling his mouth with the fresh water, he took a look at the paper. The demon in question seemed to have made one of the towers of the Burg its home and from Terrick's informations some of the infantry soldiers there had fallen victim to it. He spat out the mouthful of water in a nearby bucket and folded the piece of paper to put it into his armour, grabbing his spear, making his way to the Burg.

Arrived at the Burg, Ornstein could feel the gazes of the infantry soldiers on him. He wasn't surprised, he rarely was seen in the human settlements, most of the threats their soldiers could fend off themselves and for demon sightings the black knights usually would come around. He made sure to look as tall and proud as possible, his long ponytail resembling a plume hovering in the air behind him, dragon slayer spear in right hand. Even though the spear had been imbued with lightning powers due for being used to fight dragons, it was a blessing that it still had them, cause a lot of demon's were know for having a weakness against lightning. So a satisfied grin washed over Ornstein's face when he arrived at the tower and saw the Taurus Demon standing on it.

Ornstein took a run-up, leaping up the tower and landed flawlessly with both feet on the ground, which made a clanking sound, prompting the demon to turn around, grunting, raising its giant axe. Ornstein effortlessly evaded the strike, which hit the ground with an earth shuddering thud. Strong, but slow, there was some kind of primal intelligence in the creature, but nowhere as much as the fierce and smart dragons. The moment the demon needed to raise its weapon from the ground, Ornstein had already struck and thrusted his spear deep into the flesh of the Taurus, which made the creature growl in pain, trashing around with its weapon. Ornstein easily avoided it by leaping into the air, aerial battle was one of his strengths, landing on one of the tower crenels. The creature stopped when it noticed that its attacker had escaped, growling and raising the axe for a massive strike once it had spotted Ornstein. Ornstein however didn't leave the creature any room to attack and drove the spear right into the creature's chest, which screamed in agony and then quickly went limb, falling onto the ground. Ornstein waited around a minute, his hand still clutching the shaft of his spear, but the demon didn't move anymore and Ornstein could feel how its soul power got added to his own. He yanked his spear out of the creature, nose wrinkled when he saw the bloody mess on the blade.

“Well, this has been taken care off. It took me longer to get here then actually killing that thing.”, he said to himself and hopped off the tower, landing smoothly at the tower's base, like a cat on its feet. Some of the stationed infantry soldiers stared at him in awe.

“Sir Ornstein, this was magnificent.”, one of them said. “It took several of us to even hurt it and even then, two died and three were severely injured.”

“....Better don't try to fight them yourself then anymore.”, Ornstein said. “Still, the demons have become bold, wandering that far from Lost Izalith...” He murmured more to himself.

“Sir Ornstein, there is something that we noticed and we think you should now...”, the same infantry soldier said.

“What is it?”, Ornstein asked.

“It is about the black knights. There has been one wandering into the burg and we thought they would take care of the demon threat, but instead they have been hostile to anyone in their way, even killing a few soldiers. But... Black Knights are divines, right? It is not like they could go hollow...”

“What? Are you sure it has been a black knight? And not someone just wearing their armour?”, Ornstein asked. It was impossible for black knights to go hollow, cause there were no humans among them.

The soldier shook his head: “First, I know no human that would be strong enough to kill a black knight and second, they were far too big and far too experienced with that weapon.”

“Where is this black knight now?”, Ornstein almost shouted, laying both hands on the shoulders of the tiny soldier, making him flinch.

“They are gone now. They just seemed to wander through.”, the soldier whimpered.

Ornstein realized what he was doing and let go of the soldier, the man quickly stepping a few paces away. “If you encounter this black knight again.”, Ornstein started. “Tell Anor Londo at once. They clearly have gone rogue. Don't try to fight, just trace their steps and get reinforcements as quickly as possible.”

The soldier nodded: “Will do, captain, sir.”

Back at the cathedral, after having some lunch, Ornstein decided to take a look at the paperwork. Just as he was about to go to his room, a timid voice sounded behind him: “Captain Ornstein?”

He turned around to see a rather small silver knight approaching him, shrinking into themselves, looking like they would be rather be somewhere completely else right now. Ornstein remembered this posture from himself, when he had been a young silver knight himself needing to talk to the current generals. Ornstein decided to approach to them with as much as a calm voice as possible: “Is something the matter?” Normally Ornstein knew the names of his silver knights, but he couldn't recall this one, must have been fairly new.

“M.. my name is Sira.”, they said, judging from the voice and the name probably a female, “I got send here by Sir Terrick, b... because you n.. need some help with h.. handwriting?”

Oh right, he had ordered to get the silver knight with the best handwriting, that apparently was this girl. “Yes, that is correct.”, he said. “I just wanted to take a look at the paperwork. You can come into my... the conference room.”, Ornstein quickly corrected himself, it had been completely normal for Artorias to hand around in his room, but he feared if he would invite this shy girl into his room, she would faint.

“How about you get some ink and quills and meet me there?”, he proposed.

“O.. Of course, captain.”, Sira said and stormed off, probably more than relieved to have this over with. Ornstein finished the distance to his room, opened the door and internally groaned when he saw the mountains of paperwork.

“How could it be this much in a week?”, he murmured. Then he remembered that he pretty much hadn't done the paperwork the two weeks prior cause Artorias hadn't been there. “Artorias always would scold me about procrastinating.”, he murmured to himself and snatched the paperwork, delivering it to the conference room, where Sira already had prepared ink, quills and some candles. She seemed to assume that they would be here sometime and she probably was right. Ornstein put the paperwork down and took a seat, removing his helmet and gauntlets.

“So, I look over the paperwork and tell you what you have to fill out. I would do it myself but nobody seems to be able to read my handwriting.”, he explained. He wasn't even sure if he needed to explain, his poor handwriting skills had been an inside joke among the silver knights for centuries now. Sira just nodded to him, staring at the table.

Ornstein grabbed for the first document and scanned it, then handing it to Sira, telling what she had to write before signing it himself. This procedure continue a few times, until Ornstein noticed something. He looked up and said: “Sira, you can feel free to take off your helmet.” So far the girl had only taken off her gauntlets. She briefly made eye contact with him and then just shook her head. It wasn't like Ornstein couldn't understand it, most of the time he felt incredibly more comfortable wearing his armour too. He just didn't like that apparently he made this young silver knight so uncomfortable, that she didn't even wanted to show her face to him.

“It's your choice. Just be assured that I don't bite, even though I am a lion.”, he said in a jokingly matter. Sira didn't answer to it and the both of them worked together with an increasing feeling of discomfort from Ornstein's side. They only words they changed was the stuff he told Sira to fill out and after a while he could give her a bunch of papers that all were filled out the same and hearing nothing but the scraping of the quills on the document nearly made him crazy. So Ornstein decided to break the silence.

“Artorias would normally bring cookies to this sessions.”, he told. “I didn't even knew he could bake at first, until I saw everyone in the whole cathedral with cookies, even our late Lord Gwyn, and then ran into Artorias who handed them out.”

No reaction from Sira. Ornstein asked himself if he overstepped boundaries. “Oh, but that doesn't mean that I expect you to bring cookies.”, he quickly said. “Just wanted to share an anecdote...”, he trailed off, talking about Artorias made him feel sick, and it was back to only the sounds of the scraping quills.

When evening hit and the room started to get dark, Sira attempted to light the candles, but Ornstein stopped her. “It is enough for now. You can go having dinner. I'll stay and finish what I can do without your help.”

Sira bowed to him and said: “Th... thank you, captain.”, the first word she had said in hours and Ornstein watched her storm out of the room. He sighed and took a look at the unworked papers. He didn't feel like getting dinner himself, his stomach still feeling tight, so he got to work, lighting the candles himself.

It must have been around midnight, when Ornstein realized that he still hadn't worked on a new plan for the silver knights. Cursing under his breath, he put the paperwork aside and got a new scroll to write down their new plan. As he was finished with it, he got up, groaning because his muscles felt cramped from sitting so long, feeling extraordinarily tired. He stared at the paperwork, decided that it would annoy nobody if he just left it like that and made his way out of the conference room to prepare for bed, hoping to get a bit of sleep before he had to get up again. Next chapter: https://mrslittletall.tumblr.com/post/183338536279/title-keeping-it-together-chapter-19

#dark souls #fanfiction #dragon slayer ornstein #silver knights #littlewritesstuff #I am ready to wrap this thing up soon now #tell me what you think please #tw emetophobia

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midnightinkdreams · 6 years ago

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Brigid

Pairing: Thorin x Reader

Time: Post BotFA [Everyone Lives!AU]

A/N: I know I haven’t been very active for a while now, but I really miss writing..so while this is a little rough and more drabble than full-fledged fic, I’m still pleased with myself for finishing it.

Re: the title, it is a reference to Irish mythology and the goddess of poetry, healing, and smithcraft, among other things.

Summary:

Thorin has nightmares, Reader comforts him. Some angst, but mostly fluff.

Nobody dies. Through the long and perilous journey you’ve made, through the fight with the dragon, and the battle that comes after. Everybody lives.

But that makes it sound as if it were an easy thing, survival. It is not, not for any of you. Thorin, though, is the one affected most, the one who takes it the hardest. Which is understandable, since he is the one who had found his beloved nephews almost dead, and he is the one who had come closest to death.

Fili and Kili had been saved by the elven healers, allowed to work on them whether by the grace of their king or out of the goodness of their own hearts. And Thorin...oh, Thorin.

You had spent almost a whole week by his bedside, watching and praying and oh-so desperately hoping as he hovered on the threshold of death. And when on the fifth day, he had opened his eyes, you had felt that your heart would burst with the pure delight singing through your veins.

The days that come after are easier, but not the same as before, none of you are the same as before, and Thorin is more haunted than most, mind troubled by the things that have happened, the things he has done, the things he has seen.

During the days before the arrival of the company from Ered Luin, when the long halls of Erebor were mostly deserted at night, he used to wander the corridors at midnight.

But now that his people have returned the halls are never empty, and he knows that he must give up this habit, because he does not want people talking about how their King wanders alone at night, does not want to imagine what they would whisper about him.

Perhaps they will talk in hushed tones about how King Thror did the same when the dragon sickness first crept up on him, perhaps they will mutter that he is just like his grandfather, a comparison that he has always feared.

He cannot bear that thought, you know he cannot. So he stays in the rooms he shares with you, and you don’t question him.

And on the nights when he wakes up panicked, screaming, heart in his throat- he lets you hold him tight, clings to you in return with a desperation that is slowly becoming far too familiar, lets you comfort him, and you begin to realize that you’re the only one who can.

Tonight is one such.

He starts up with a shout that has you jolting awake too and immediately, you sit up and pull him into your arms, pressing as close as you can possibly get, whispering nonsensical words that are meant to comfort.

It takes several long minutes for his sobs to subside, and finally, he goes still in your arms. But you continue to stroke his hair, and lean in to brush a fleeting kiss to his temple, because he is still clutching you to him with a fervour that is almost bruising.

“Oh Thorin,” you whisper, pressing yet another kiss to his temple, wishing ever so desperately that there was something else for you to say, something that would make him feel but a little better. But all you can do is whisper his name and look into his eyes and hold him close.

This is how it goes every night, after all.

“Would you...” he trails off, pulling away just a little, looking oddly embarrassed, and clears his throat before continuing, “would you tell me a story, ___?”

“A story?” you ask, more than a little baffled by his request for he has never asked this of you before, “about what?”

“Anything,�� he says finally, blue-eyed gaze settling on you again and you are heartened to see that he no longer looks as shaken, as haunted, as he had mere moments ago, “perhaps a tale of adventure in distant lands, a tale of love, something happy.”

With those words you understand his reasons- he does not want to dwell on his nightmares, doesn’t want to think of the many burdens on his shoulders. So you accede to his request with a nod, determined to distract him from his troubles.

You pull away, leaning back against the headboard and drawing him with you, arms still wrapped tight around him.

“Once upon a time,” you begin but Thorin’s eyes have lit up and he is giving you a teasing grin that stops you before you can get any further.

“What?” you ask, suddenly embarrassed, “you asked for a story, beloved, and if you do not stop looking at me like that you will not be getting one.”

“I’m sorry, dearest,” he says, reaching out with one hand to cup your cheek, thumb brushing light over your cheekbone, “it is only that you look beautiful and I love you very much, and perhaps I have not been telling you this as often as I should.”

They are simple words, words you have heard maybe a million times, but even after all the years that have passed since the first time he had said them, they still make you blush. And he smiles, full and heartfelt, before leaning in to press a kiss to your lips.

“Have I rendered my beloved storyteller speechless?” he asks after a minute passes and you continue to stare at him in silence.

You snap out of it with a shake of your head, offer him the softest smile you can manage and begin again, “Once upon a time, in a village by the sea…”

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CAN’T GET NO SATISFACTION | CHAPTER 4

DESCRIPTION: You are VP of Sales for a company with stores and major distribution links across the country and your executive assistant, and only real friend, is leaving. A temp is brought in to replace her, on probation, for you try him out. Of course, nobody told you that it was a him, or that his name was Dean Winchester, or that you’d want to try him out.

A/N: This is an office AU basically from this post. Yep, it’s all a setup for that joke.

[Characters: Dean x Reader, OFC, OMC Words: 3,708. Warnings: workplace drama kids, shit hitting the fan, fucking patriarchy]

Ao3 link if you prefer. Series Masterlist

“No. Shit. No.” It was all he heard before he looked up in time to see her head fall into her arms as they rested on the desk. Until this point, he doesn’t think he’s heard her say anything more than ‘heck’ and even that was just one time late after everyone else left. So, for her to be shouting ‘shit’ in the middle of the day, loud enough for him, and he’s sure others, to hear? Well, that’s a problem.

It’s not concern that forces him up from his chair at the sight of her, it’s just, they were supposed to start their meeting five minutes ago. When she hadn’t called him in he was being polite but now maybe he can distract her. That’s all.

He grabs her a drink first, what assistant goes into an appraisal without one? An idiot assistant that’s who. Dean is decidedly not an idiot so it’s with her drink in his hand that he knocks on the glass door like he’s not been dreading hearing what she thinks of him.

“Dean, what are you…?” She looks up at him confused, her question dying on her lips as they form a perfect ‘o’.

He wants to be annoyed that she forgot about him. Frustration is his knee-jerk reaction. Except there are these worry lines on her face that he hasn’t seen before so he doubles his efforts to let his own emotions go with a heavy swallow.

“I’m so sorry Dean, please sit down.” She searches for a minute as she speaks eventually picking up her phone and typing something furiously.

If he’s honest he wouldn’t have minded her postponing this, or canceling it, whatever. He knows she’s not going to let it go. Eventually, he’s going to end up in this situation, the receiving end of one of her meetings. And he’s not scared of her it’s just what she’s going to say that worries him. It’s one thing to think that your maybe your boss thinks you’re too dumb to do your job right, it’s a really shitty ending to his week to actually hear the words. That’s the sort of stuff you can’t just leave at your desk to have a nice weekend.

“Ok. Let’s go.” She says putting her phone down and giving him her full attention. “Why did you come to work here?”

Wow. She’s going straight for it. Her face is totally unreadable while she waits for an answer and he can’t fight the doubt in his gut. Obviously, he tries to bullshit his way out of getting fired at this point.

“Well, I mean. The company has got such a good reputation of-”

“Dean?” Thank god she stopped him because he had no idea where he was taking that sentence.

“Yeah?”

She smiles, the first time he’s seen her smile all day, and it’s more soothing than he knew he needed. “I’m sorry this is my fault. I forgot you haven’t had one of these with me before so I’ll be honest. I’ve never even looked at the template HR sent me. I’m really only looking to have a conversation with you, just be honest with me. It all stays in this room and I swear this isn’t a test.”

He lets out a giant puff of air he didn’t know he’d been holding in and his shoulders drop thankfully. It’s pretty impossible not to smile back at her or be sucked into her pleas for honesty. He lets himself get too comfortable with her so it all tumbles out too easy. So quickly that his brain doesn’t even approve the words.

“I really, really hated temping, getting treated like a thing and passed about for whatever. There was one guy who didn’t even bother to learn my name. He just called me ‘sport’”

She wrinkles her nose as she nods, “that I believe.” He also sees the flash of guilt that breezes across her face then and wonders what it’s for, she’s called him Dean since day one. “I think we’ve all been there, I know I have. How are you liking it here though? I know the hours aren’t great but how are you finding the actual work?”

He struggles to think about the question straight away because he’s distracted by her admission of being a temp herself. He’d forgotten that she didn’t pop up in the world as this put together sales VP that she is. It kind of blows his mind to imagine her running around after someone else getting them lunch and printing out memos but he supposes she had to start somewhere. The pads of his fingers itch like her story is something for him to scratch at. But this meeting isn’t for him to ask about her, as much as he wants to.

“It’s fine, great even. Everyone is great, the work is great. There was a lot to learn but I think I’ve got a handle on it. I guess everything is just-”

“Great?” She finishes his sentence with a grin and he’s not even bothered by being cut off. He should be, would be usually. Except he’s not because she’s joking with him and slowly it’s starting to turn into an actual conversation which means his palms aren't nearly as clammy as they had been then he’d come in.

“I know this question is going to sound like I’m trying to trick you but I promise I’m not. Where do you want to be in five years? Or, should I say, do you know what you want to do?”

He’s too comfortable again. That and he heard her say shit earlier. His answer is so automatic and honest that he doesn’t really have time to censor it, “not a fucking clue.”

His eyes widen the second it slips out and she freezes for way too long.

And then something unexpected happens. She laughs.

He’s heard her laugh before but he’s never been the one making her laugh. Maddy gets it out of her when they have lunch every now and then, and she’s laughed down the phone. This one is for him though, a laugh he’s never heard before. It’s all unexpected and coming from somewhere deep in her belly, and he did that. His embarrassment melts into a relieved chuckle of his own.

“That might be the most honest answer I’ve ever heard.” She manages through the amusement as it dies in her throat. She has to suck in a quick puff of air for how suddenly it had hit her and pride flutters in his chest.

He shrugs, “it’s true I guess. It’s why I put up with temping anyway. I wanted to see what was out there.”

Now there’s something determined on her face. “I’d really love to help you figure it out if you’re ok with that? I think we can put a plan together so you can try your hand at a few things. How does that sound?”

He really hadn’t expected this. He’d almost called in sick today to avoid sitting in this room. And he knows he hasn’t got the feedback part yet but he can’t imagine she’d be offering him this if she didn’t have some modicum of faith in him. She makes it so easy for him to nod gratefully as he answers, “that would be awesome.”

“Y/N?”

You look up from your desk and before you notice the source of your name you see how the lights of the office are brighter against the darkness flooding in the windows. The last time you’d looked up it was daylight. Only after being crushed at having lost half a day to your panic, do you notice Charlie. Not for anything she’s done, but she’s probably the last person you want to see considering today’s various email chains.

You plaster a smile on your face as best you can, trying to maintain your usual light conversation with her, “now I know it’s serious since you’ve come to see me.”

She grins that same loveable grin that she always seems to have for the few people she genuinely enjoys talking to. You’re torn between being pleased she’s still smiling at you like that and thinking that it makes all of this so much harder.

“Word on the street is that you haven’t left this office all day so I figured this was the only way to get some face time.”

Word on the street? You glance at the clock on your computer, 8:45pm, and then you look over at the desk on the other side of the glass where Dean is still sitting. Not without a yawn you notice.

“Come in, take a seat, just give me a second.” You jump up with more fire than you’ve had all day and stand at the door where Charlie had been leaning. “Dean, go home.”

His head whips round to look at you, an argument on his lips no doubt, but you belay it before he has the chance, “call me a car for nine-thirty and then get out of here. Please. It’s Friday night.”

He nods, his curled lips vaguely apologetic even though it’s your fault he’s still sitting there for crying out loud.

“See you Monday.” You order again before shutting the door behind you, he doesn’t need to hear this conversation while he’s going home.

“I’m surprised you’re still talking to me.” You don’t waste any time avoiding the elephant in the room once you and Charlie are alone.

She laughs and you’re genuinely surprised by her attitude, you knew she was pretty laid back but she had to turn the website off five hours ago because the distribution center is out of stock of the top 50 lines. Because of your sale.

“You’re one of the few people around here I actually like talking to, besides, it’s only stock. Nothing wrong with my actual site. Now Doug? Yeah, he might be mad at you.” There’s a playful twinkle in her eye, no one truly likes Doug after all.

You grimace even though you don’t want to, you want to stay calm and collected but he already thought you were public enemy number one before this all happened. “When isn’t he mad at me?”

Charlie sits forward in her chair so that her elbows rest on the edge of your desk and her head sits innocently in her hands, “I only wanted to check you’re ok. I know you’re probably sitting up here blaming yourself-“

“It’s my fault, so yeah. I am.”

She purses her lips and raises an eyebrow for being interrupted, “it could have have happened to anyone. And you’re smart enough to know that at the end of the day we just made money. Yeah, we’ve got some issues to fix but we’re still turning a profit.”

The smile you crack is half appreciative and still half fake. “It didn’t happen to anyone though, it happened to me. Micheal is going to have my ass. He wants to see me when he’s back in next week.”

“Ass?” She can’t stop herself from beaming with a mock affronted tone, “Y/N! Such language in the office!”

Your eyes dart about excessively as you lean in to whisper, “fuck off Charlie.”

It sets you both off and for the first time since the now infamous RE: The Website email chain you feel genuinely lighter. Yes you’d still have to deal with Michael next week and yes you’d be working all day tomorrow to help try and find stock in any of your stores to transfer over, but as you laugh with Charlie you can’t help but think that maybe you have at least one more friend in this company than you previously thought.

Everyone hates the dick that runs off the subway as soon as the doors open, pushing past people and diving through crowds with no consideration for anyone else, like they’re the only one trying to get to work.

Today Dean is that dick.

He’s late, again. While it might be the second time there’s no backup today. No Maddy to cover for him until he arrives. And it’s only 30 minutes but that’s enough that she’ll already be there, wondering where he is and sending out a search party for her goddamn coffee probably. He’s one of the few people that has seen her before her first coffee of the day and he knows how much she needs it. If she’s a little crazy the rest of the time she’s fucking certifiable without caffeine.

It’s kind of deja vu when he arrives. It’s normal that he’s the first person on the floor but it’s still empty when he arrives, the same as his first day. He looks at his watch to confirm and, yep, he’s definitely late and she should definitely be here. His movements are slow and cautious like she’s waiting to pounce attack from somewhere with an empty mug in her hands, except she doesn’t. He makes it all the way to his desk, his messenger bag dropped unceremoniously at his feet and still nothing. It’s only once he logs into his computer with an overhasty sigh that he sees it, a new email at the top of his inbox.

Got called into an emergency meeting, won’t be back till 9. Cancel my 8am call.

Fuck. He is so fucked. It’s Monday morning and he’s late but worse than that, she’s gone into a two-hour meeting without a drop of caffeine in her system. She didn’t even sign her name, which, she always does. She’s hot on that email etiquette shit even when she’s firing one out from her phone.

He looks down at his bag and wonders if he should even bother being here when she gets back before he remembers that meeting with her on Friday. She’d given him real work to do, she’d made promises to get him experience in other departments, but mostly she’d been normal. Like an actual normal person, halfway to being a friend, and that’s what he’s clinging to. That version of her wouldn’t fire him for being half an hour late. Once the panic subsides he thinks the crazy version wouldn’t either.

Pinging open the meeting room calendar he sees that it’s that dick Doug who’s booked the room and his decision is made right there. There’s no way she’ll survive and he doesn’t intend to leave her to suffer more than necessary. So, he makes her usual, with an extra shot by way of apology, and heads to the elevator. She didn’t say do not disturb or anything and he’ll just knock, take it in and leave. Let Doug hate him, as long as she doesn’t.

The biggest challenge is not spilling hot coffee over himself when the elevator chugs to life and then stops two floors up with an equally bracing shudder, but this is not his first rodeo and Dean has nimble fingers. After surviving the trip knocking on the meeting room door is no problem at all, he doesn’t even hesitate.

“Come in.” It’s muffled by the wood but it’s definitely a male voice that orders him in.

Maybe he would have hesitated if he’s known that the entire VP team was in here. Or maybe he wouldn’t have come faster when he sees the look on Y/N’s face.

They’re all sat like any other meeting except they all seem a little more constipated than normal. And they’re all facing her. She’s sitting there flushed with what looks like shame, her forehead resting in one hand as if she can barely hold her own head up to face them. Dean has no clue what’s going on but he doesn’t like it.

It takes her three seconds to look up and spot him at the door but it feels like three hours. It’s worth the wait anyway because as flustered and broken as she looks staring into the table her face melts when she looks at him. She smiles big and bright and for a moment it reaches all the way to her eyes. And she’s not even looking at the coffee in his hand.

“Sorry, just came to bring you this.” He says to her, ignoring the other men in the room who’s sphincters appeared to have tightened even more at his interruption.

She nods, “thank you, you’re a lifesaver.” He can tell she means it and he thinks it’s about more than the coffee.

He smiles back at her and then straightens his face out to offer the briefest of acknowledgments to the other VP’s before leaving. He almost doesn’t go back to his desk when he’s out of the room. He considers setting up camp outside just in case she needs him or so he’s there when she gets out because she looks like she needs something, then he remembers that’s ridiculous. She’s his boss and tough as nails at that. Plus it’d probably be a waste of two hours.

When he gets back to their floor he’s surprised to see someone sitting on his desk. Not at it, on it. She turns to him at the sound of his footsteps and beams.

“You must be Dean!”

He knows the voice as soon he hears it since he talks to her at least once a day. Although he had no idea the voice was attached to someone as hot as the woman standing in front of him.

“Sabina?

“Hey Dean,” she draws out his name while she sizes him up, ending with a satisfied grin as she reaches out to shake his hand. “It’s great to finally put a face to the voice.”

It might be half-past seven in the morning but Dean raises an eyebrow like he’s just bumped into her at a bar, “same here. I had no idea what I was missing out on.”

This woman in the short skirt and power jacket, that any other day he might call a boss bitch, giggles and then pouts her lips at him for eliciting the reaction.

“So, where is our boss?” He doesn’t miss the reminder that Sabine isn't his boss.

“Stuck in a meeting, she won’t be back for over an hour.”

Dean not being in the office when she arrived that morning had been disconcerting. Doug calling her within five minutes and summoning her to a meeting had been terrifying. The room itself, the faces and the conversation had been hell on earth. It was, of course, a thinly veiled ambush. An outlet for the other VP’s to vocalise their displeasure at the sheer amount of work her problem would require from all of their teams. Doug’s being the hardest hit. Him already hating you the most. You’re surprised he wasn’t spitting bile by the end.

You want to say it was better once they got it out of their system but that would imply that they stopped with the aggression. Even once you were all talking logistics and solutions they couldn’t hide their frustration. You didn’t even want to think about the eye rolls and mutters when you got up in the front of the room and lead the charge in making a list of tasks and assigning jobs. There was no appeasing them, not even by taking more than you should yourself.

You get it. You messed up. Although that wasn’t really harsh enough, you fucked up. Even if you kind of didn’t. You did the research and even in your worst case scenarios, this being one of them except for the shutting the website down part, the margins weren’t terrible. Yes, there would be a slight knock-on effect for selling that quantity at a sale price but you still sold the stock.

It’s not enough. If you try and point that out, or talk about the fact that you’d still made money they brought it back to the shame of it all. It’s such bad PR. Social media is raking us over the coals. Commercial suicide.

And people say women are dramatic.

Thankfully you’re all out ten minutes early, probably because they all need to go and think up some more insults for later. Regardless you feel like you’re floating when you get back to your floor. Freedom does that to a girl. Other people have started arriving now and Dean is at his desk typing away. He seems surprised when you stop in front of him and his eyes flick to the time in the corner of the screen.

“Sorry. I really don’t have a good excuse. My alarm…”

You hold your hand up with a smile, which is much easier to do out of that room, “it’s fine. You start work two hours earlier than anyone else just to be here for me. Just text me next time?”

He rubs the back of his neck as he agrees but stops as you try to walk away.

“Sabina is here. Well, not here, she went downstairs but she’ll be back at nine. Said she just wanted half an hour?”

You feel yourself perk up a little at this information. Sabina would be incredibly helpful right now and considering her sales area includes fifth, which still has the sale on, she could potentially be bringing you good news.

“That’s actually perfect, can you send her straight in when she gets back please?”

“Sure thing.”

You look at the lock screen of your phone and note the time as you slump into your comfortable chair. You have seven minutes to breathe and try to forget the last two hours. Well, not forget since you have a considerable list of actions points from the meeting, but forget the experience anyway. You have seven minutes to try and expel the embarrassment and failure that clings to you.

Michael isn’t back in town till Thursday so that gives you three days to fix this. If the website isn’t back up before he arrives you will be a thousand percent done here. You’re actually fairly confident that as long as the site is back up then you’ll be fine. But if you’ve made the mess and not cleaned it up? That would be a cause for concern.

Continue to Chapter Five

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