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skrrts · 3 months ago

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strawberry cakes (oneshot)

✧ gn!reader x park seonghwa ✧ genre: non idol, slice of life, fluff, engaged ✧ word count: 1,8k ✧ warnings: food/eating

After the most adorable proposal & your graduation, Seonghwa and you are ready to start the journey to plan the wedding of your dreams: maybe you do not have the greatest budget but isn't it normal for all couples to make use of the free wedding cake-tasting?

a/n: this came to mind when i saw hwa's new Instagram post yesterday. it's kind of inspired by one of my drabbles but you can totally read it without having read that one and maybe one day i will write the wedding to go with it T_T

After graduation and moving together, starting your first job, Seonghwa and you both spent a few weeks going through budgeting. With your small savings and the little your families added (insisting it was what they should do), it was obvious that you really would get the small wedding you two dreamt of but it also meant, cutting a little on corners that you likely would have enjoyed to invest more in. Not that it was tragic, but your aunts all were amazing bakers and you had no doubts, you had to worry less about them volunteering to help with a buffet, baking a few things so you could put that money in the most important cake of all.

After going through the options, Seonghwa and you settled down with one specific bakery that really seemed lovely, based on photos and reviews from other couples online. They even were in your budget if you decided to go with one of their less decorated cakes but your fiance had the idea that you really should make the most out of the cake testing which would mean plenty of free sweets.

"You really dressed the part," you chuckled as Seonghwa was cutely posing in front of you, grinning. "Well, we two are stunning, they will easily take we are some rich picky couple. The story of us being torn between an aesthetical or minimalistic wedding will be the perfect excuse why we end up with a smaller kind of order if we go for them."

His arms curled around your figure as he placed a kiss on top of your forehead. "You really have no bad feelings for stealing cake from them, don't you?"

Your man looked just a little innocent: "I'd not say we steal. After all, we go there with the actual intention of hiring them. I would more say, we take the same right as all of those other couples, the full experience."

Oh, how could you not think he was the sweetest?

"Of course, of course. Well, if my outfit is approved of by my very wealthy husband-to-be, I'd say we are good to go?"

Seonghwa stepped back as you playfully posed for him but he gave you the kindest of smiles, the spark in his eyes ever so present. He never stopped looking at you like this, if anything, his admiration seemed to grow, sometimes making you feel just a little shy.

"You are the most beautiful person in the entire universe for me," he whispered, pulling you close and kissing you lovingly. "My star," Seonghwa cupped your chin and your cheeks were likely as red as a strawberry at this point.

"If you keep going like that, I am not sure we will make it there because I might melt into a puddle," you joked and he laughed. "Fine, let's make sure we get to eat all of the free cake first."

Seonghwa gently took your hand, squeezing it as you made it to the car.

The café wasn't too far away, barely a twenty-minute drive and a very friendly-looking lady already expected you. The place was closed on Sundays but more so to invite in couples to try their cakes.

"You two are beautiful, I already can see it, an outdoor spring wedding with your loved ones," she clapped her hands together, quite excited. "Strawberries will be in season then, such a good choice. I have prepared six different cakes I believe would fit beautifully."

She rambled on while leading you to a small table with a lovely decoration. Seonghwa pulled the chair back for you to sit down at, you gave him a soft smile before he took the one next to you.

"So you said you are aiming for a more minimalistic but elegant cake?" she opened a file with the information you had to fill out online ahead of the appointment.

"Indeed," Seonghwa used what you liked to call 'his business voice' when he was not cute but looked like the hot guy everyone wanted at their office and he was more discussing business than wedding cakes.

"As you said, we have planned a Spring wedding, my family has this lovely traditional property," he continued and you were glad the woman served some coffee because it was hard to stay all serious. Seonghwa and you worked with a budget and his uncle's small Summer house had a lovely garden close to the river. It was far from modern but it seemed perfect for your own wishes and other locations were quite expensive.

"We have been together for quite some time and we care more for traditions and values rather than to leave a great impression on the media. This is why we have chosen your cafe. The cakes are lovely with such a unique design," he concluded and the woman was more than thrilled to hear this.

"Mister Park, count on us. If you decide on one of our cakes, you will receive the one of your dreams."

With that she pulled out photos, showing you different concepts from more detailed ones that had price tags you two automatically knew were out of the question to two that seemed promising.

"I really like this one. The details are lovely but not too ... sappy. Would it be possible to maybe have a few smaller bites like cupcakes to go with it or something similar? We could place the cake in the middle surrounded by them;" you asked although you regretted how you did not bother to look up names of those things, only focused on cake.

"We are quite keen on the strawberries," Seonghwa chuckled, squeezing your hand which he had been holding the entire time.

"Oh yes, absolutely! I will give our baker a small call, maybe she can send an example. Would you like to try the different variants meanwhile?"

Your fiancé's eyes sparkle: "Oh yes, of course. Please do take your time."

He kept it together until a platr was served with four different combinations of fillings for the cake as she excused herself. Seonghwa was eager to pick up a fork and carefully picked some of the first slice, offering it to you, a hand placed underneath to ensure it wouldn't slip off.

"You look an awful lot excited, Mister Park," you teased but leaned in, accepting it. He was pleased to see you obviously enjoying the taste, covering your mouth with a hand.

"Of course I do, I have the most lovely person next to me while picking the cake for our wedding," he hummed before also trying some of it, making a face. "This reminds me of the overpriced cake I had during my trip to Paris when I learned only later how I spent my entire budget of a day on a cake."

You chuckled, taking a spook to offer the second option to him: "Ah yes, that infamous trip with Hongjoong for your graduation. I am relieved you two made it back home, based on all that happened."

Seonghwa blushed a little but he leaned in, accepting the spoon. The moment you were about to lean back, he pulled you in and sealed your lips into a kiss.

You didn't even have time to gasp when you were kissing softly, tasting the remains of the strawberry cream on Seonghwa's lips. Your heart was beating loudly when your arm curled around his neck. Sometimes, it was still hard to believe you were about to marry this man. Now the times when you were reading college books while he was lying in bed next to you, snuggled onto your side while playing Animal Crossing felt like a lifetime ago.

You couldn't wait to see how it would change over the years, all the new memories. As his spouse.

"I love you, so much", he whispered and his big eyes looked at you full of love. You bit your lip: "I love you too, Hwa."

There was no more time when the woman returned with an iPad in her hand: "How about those? Very popular in France right now and they would go lovely with any cake."

Seonghwa quickly had another bite from the slice as you looked at it: "I love them, what do you think love?"

He was quick to nod: "Ah yes, I enjoy them as well. I believe, around thirty should do." It was the moment where the two of you hoped this wouldn't be too costly: "Of course. As we are unable to provide an example here, we would ensure to send you a photo together with the calculated costs and you can make your final decision then."

At this point, Seonghwa was casually eating the testing slices while you listened. You admired how he pulled it off without the woman even realizing he likely ate the entire thing, unlike most other couples who only cared to try them out.

You had picked up one of the fresh strawberries.

"With fresh ones from the season, it will be amazing." Seonghwa finally finished and licked his lips, leaning back, his long legs crossed: "Absolutely. We are quite content we would love to work with you. Would you be able to provide everything by the time of October?"

You sipped on your coffee, ignoring how Hwa had eaten three of the slices.

"Absolutely! Do you have a favorite for the filling?"

You two glanced at each other, somehow you forgot the most important part: Choosing one. Yet, it proved once more just how perfectly you matched: "The Second."

The woman seemed confused, blinking at the almost empty plate in front of her but she did not comment on it. A few more details were discussed before the two of you left half an hour later without paying a single thing.

"Your family's traditional property huh?" you laughed as held each other's hands, swinging your arms a little.

Seonghwa grinned: "Well, you always liked our short breaks there and my uncle now seems adamant to put effort into it after I told him we would love to use the large gardens for the wedding."

You were excited about it, no matter how modern the building would be. All you could think about was to make this man yours, officially and all for once. You never thought of yourself as somebody caring a whole lot about weddings but now, you looked forward to it.

Seonghwa stopped, embracing you as your foreheads leaned against each other.

"This is where I ask the question you will glare at me for," he begins.

"Oh?"

Seonghwa's little pout warned you that his question was about to be silly.

"So we did not talk about the wedding toppers..." Of course, oh you should have thought of it. You couldn't hold back the laugh: "Are you really asking me if we can put those little animal crossing figures on top of our cake?"

Your boyfriend grinned: "Well, they played a crucial part in our engagement."

"How could I forget about that?" you hummed. The two figures received a special place in your new living room. Ah, he was still so silly and you loved him for it.

"Well, guess we are going to save some money there but you will have to explain this excited lady how exactly they fit into our traditional family wedding."

The one you couldn't wait for.

#seonghwa x reader #seonghwa x you #seonghwa oneshot #ateez x reader #ateez oneshot #ateez au #ateez writing #park seonghwa x reader #sh tag #reis writes #fluff tag #seonghwa fluff #ateez fluff

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jessicas-pi · 10 months ago

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So originally I was gonna do 3, but this one got REALLY long, sooo....

May I present the Jedi Get Hitched AU?

I posted about it once before here (and it got FANART!!!!) but other than that I haven't said much of anything else, soooo... here's more! and it's ENORMOUSLY self-indulgent.

The basic premise of the AU is that the clone wars end happily except the clones don't have rights but the Jedi find a loophole that will make them recognized as sentient citizens if one of them marries a Jedi, cue Aayla kicking open the door to the jedi council with bly in tow like I VOLUNTEER

ANYWAY. bly and aayla get married (they both freak out about it and Fox and Quinlan respectively have to give them pep talks before the wedding.) All seems well... and then Anakin saunters into the Jedi Council room one day and brings up that now that they're getting married (it was a one time thing, skywalker--) NOW THAT THEY'RE GETTING MARRIED, maybe they should consider that perhaps it would lower political tensions if a Jedi married, like, a senator or a planetary ruler or something. and the council is all like 🙄 skywalker we know this is just about you and senator amidala and he's like what??? haha no, i was talking about obi-wan and duchess satine. but while we're on the topic, i could definitely marry senator amidala too. she just adopted those twins and i could help raise them. they're force-sensitive, what a crazy coincidence amiright?? and plo and shaak are just lowkey planning their wedding and subsequent adoption of All Their Sons and mace. mace wants a break. please.

fast forward in time. Several more jedi have gotten married. Mace has retired from the council, citing "an excess of tomfoolery and nuptials" as his reason. Anakin married Padme, Obi-Wan married Satine and they officially adopted Korkie as their son, and Quinlan Vos and Asajj Ventress got married. Vostress is also currently running a jedi-nightsister exchange student program...

...which is how Merrin, 16 and slightly awkward but eager to learn more, ends up in the Jedi Temple, with a few other Nightsisters, though they're all a few years younger than her. Cal is assigned to give them the tour.

"Welcome to the Jedi Temple!" he says, holding one hand out to her and the other hand waving around them, indicating basically the whole jedi temple. it's supposed to be just a gesture, but then Merrin puts her hand in his. Completely seriously. Cal is like "...okay" and they hold hands for the rest of the tour.

Five years later, there is a second jedi-nightsister wedding.

Jocasta is delighted at the number of records being set within her lifetime.

(Jocasta is also officiating all the weddings, btw.)

A couple years after Mace resigns from the council, he decides to plan a shatterpoint lineage family vacation. So Mace, Depa, Grey (who is an unofficial part of their family), Caleb, and Caleb's brand-new Padawan, 11-year-old Ezra (who is pretty young to be a padawan, but he was following caleb around all the time anyway so caleb figured he might as well just make the apprenticeship official), all pack up... and go to Ryloth.

Caleb, who twenty-five at this point, promptly gets his first crush.

Mace Regrets This Vacation. He's actually started seeing marriage Shatterpoints. Depa and Grey, meanwhile, think it's really really funny that Caleb gets flustered around Hera, and Ezra has made more than a few insinuations about political alliances via marriage. Depa warns him that Caleb will get his revenge, but Ezra dismisses it. (Said revenge does come about, several years later, in the form of Caleb asking if Madame Nu needs to prepare to officiate the second Jedi-Mandalorian marriage in recorded history. Ezra kicks him in the shin. smh padawans these days just have NO respect for their masters.)

Ezra highly encourages Caleb to marry Hera.

It does not take much convincing.

#Thank you for the ask!!#Jedi Get Hitched AU #blyla #anidala #obitine #vostress #merrical #kanera #and kinda minor lowkey #sabezra #jessica's writing nonsense

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4townie · 1 month ago

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Road to 4☆TOWN

Taeyoung sat in the backseat of Z’s car while he, T, and Z drove over to the record label.

“Ugh, I’m so nervous about this press conference.” T admitted. “Not only are they gonna start making weird speculations and theories about our disbandment, but what’re people gonna say about…us?”

“I mean, it is 2004.” Z shrugged. “Maybe it won’t be as bad as you think.” He glanced in the rear view mirror. “What about you, Tae? Are you ready for the disbandment conference?”

“Yeah, it’s not really a big deal for me. The five of us are always gonna be friends, plus I’m not picking up music again for another year at least.” Taeyoung said casually without looking up from his phone. “Change of subject….Have you spoken with your sister lately? Cuz if not, I think you should.”

Z narrowed his eyes. “Have you been talking to her again?”

“Of course I’ve been talking to her.” Taeyoung rolled his eyes. “She’s my girl. You see this?” He gestured to his right arm. “What do you think this is? It’s your sister.”

“You know he still has her in his contacts as Squirt, even after their little showdown.” T chuckled.

“You know she’s gonna kill you if she finds out you didn’t change it.” Z warned him with a smirk.

“Please, I only said I’d change it out of courtesy.” Taeyoung snorted. “She’s good but she’s not better than me.”

T shook his head and then let out a heavy sigh. “Ugh, it’s gonna be so weird. Having our freedom, not being busy all the time, not being famous anymore.”

“You’re kidding right?” Z snorted. “We topped charts more than NSYNC* and Backstreet Boys, we’re always gonna be famous. Besides, I already told you I’m going into choreography now.”

“Well yeah but it’s gonna be so different from what we’re used to.” T looked out the window with a big smile as they pulled up to the label. “After seven and a half years, we’re finally starting a new chapter in our lives.”

Z looked at him and began to smile too. “Yeah,” he took T’s hand, “I’m excited to do this with you.” They looked into each other’s eyes.

“Ick! Gag alert.” Taeyoung rolled his eyes and got out of the car.

———

“So,” Robaire sighed, “today’s the day. We’re really doing this.”

“You say that like you’re dreading it.” Z rolled his eyes. “This is your idea. You’re the one who’s been dying to go solo.”

“Yeah, what’re we not good enough for you?” Taeyoung teased with a nudge.

“I never said that.” Robaire defended himself. “I just…I wanna do my own thing now, y’know? Not worry about maintaining an image the label wants for the band. Besides, you guys will all be free. Isn’t that nice?”

“Very.” Jesse nodded excitedly. “I can’t believe it’s been five whole years since I technically proposed to Selina. I’m so beyond ready to finally stop hiding our relationship and marry her.”

“Awww, you guys are so cute.” T swooned. “If you’re gonna use the press conference to announce the wedding, you might as well also tell them all we’re gonna be your groomsmen.” He winked.

“Actually…I was just gonna ask you guys that now.” Jesse shrugged with a crooked grin. “I mean, you guys are my closest friends so of course I want you to be up there with me.”

“Oh wait really?” Taeyoung’s eyes sparkled. “That’s so—”

“Ah ah!” T pulled him back. “No biting. At least until after the conference.”

“Okay…” Taeyoung pouted.

“This press conference is about to be super eventful.” Z snorted. “T and I are coming out, Jesse’s announcing a surprise wedding and two kids, Robaire’s about to go solo, and…” He trailed off and looked at Taeyoung. “What’re you doing after this?”

“Meh, I’ll probably focus on volunteering at shelters and helping injured animals.” Taeyoung shrugged nonchalantly.

“Wait, I thought you loved performing.” Robaire furrowed his brow. “Are you giving that up just cuz I’m going solo? Because if you are—”

“Relax, Robaire. It’s just a little break from the fast life.” Taeyoung assured him. “Single-handedly rescuing and treating all those animals over the years wasn’t enough. I mean, I haven’t even gotten a cat out of a tree in a week.” He shook his head. “I need to do more for my community before I pick up music again.”

Jesse narrowed his eyes. “Your community…?”

“He’s a cat.” T and Z answered in unison.

“And simultaneously a bird somehow.” T looked Taeyoung up and down. “Specifically a swan, if you catch my drift.”

“Aaron, you promised we wouldn’t—”

“Boys!” Courtney came into the room. “The press conference is all set up. Julius and I are waiting for you.”

They all looked at each other.

“I guess this is it.” Z twisted his ring with a wistful smile. “This is the end of 4☆TOWN.”

“But it’s not the end to us.” Robaire nudged him. “I know we all agreed we’d take off the rings since they’re kinda a band thing, but don’t forget why I gave them to you all in the first place.” He slung an arm around Jesse and grinned at everyone. “We’re friends, guys. Best friends. The band didn’t do that, we did. The disbandment won’t change that.”

“At this point, I don’t think anything can.” Taeyoung agreed.

“Awww, c’mere you guys.” T opened his arms. “We need a group hug.”

The five of them all gathered in for an awkward but sentimental group hug.

“I have to admit, I’m gonna miss this.” Jesse said. “Suddenly those late nights with Z’s wild choreography don’t seem so bad.”

“Hey!” Z got defensive. “I wasn’t always that bad. It was just the one time with the chairs and the spinning and the…” He trailed off. “Ugh, I’m not helping myself.”

They all laughed.

“Boys.” Courtney called them again. “Seriously, get out there.”

“Oh right sorry.”

———

Act III

June 2004

Robaire—26

Jesse—just turned 28

Aaron Z—almost 26

Aaron T—will be 25

Taeyoung—21 and (not really) a half

———

Hey, I’m finally back! Sorry it took so long to return but there has been a lot going on in my personal life and I have other creative projects that I’ve been focusing on. Not gonna lie, keeping up with Rt4 can sometimes weigh on my mental health but I don’t wanna give up on it. So as long as you guys still want it, I’m gonna keep writing and posting, I just need you all to be patient with me and expect longer gaps between updates (I’m actually not finished with Act III yet😅). But I’m still here and I’m still trying! Hope y’all stick around for the rest of the series.

#4town headcanons #4town fanfic #4town robaire #4town jesse #4town aaron t #4town z #4town taeyoung #turning red #turning red 4town #4town #4townie

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pascaloverx · 1 year ago

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Invisible Bonds: The Power of Destiny

Author's Note: This fanfic contains possible strong language and explores themes of unconventional love. The relationship between the protagonists will be handled with sensitivity, without explicit scenes.

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*pictures credits are not mine, credits belong to their owners

Chapter One

You woke up feeling discouraged, but with a hopeful feeling that things would get better. How could you not feel hopeful when the love of your life is about to marry an incredible woman?

"Darling, Taehyung called to let you know he'll be waiting for you at the beauty salon. He said you'd know which one. He also wanted to remind you that he remembered to pick up the tuxedo and the shoes. He asked you to call his friend about the wedding rings." Your mother shouted from downstairs, and you felt the urge to never leave your bed again. How could you be a bridesmaid in a wedding you theoretically should prevent? But then again, who are you to go against the dictates of destiny?

Your mother came to visit you this weekend because Taehyung considers her a second mother, and she's thrilled to see her heart's son getting married. She has already given up of the ideia of you getting married.

You shout back that you're already getting ready to meet the groom. Damn, you had forgotten to call Taehyung's childhood friend, Jungkook. You haven't met him in person, but you've heard the guys talk a lot about him. And by guys, you mean the college friends you met through Taehyung: Jin, Namjoon, Yoongi, Hoseok, and Jimin. The lilac dress that the bride has chosen for all the bridesmaids is so delicate that you feel like you shouldn't even take it out of the closet. You quickly slip into it and fix your hair within minutes. Why take your time when you're not the bride, right?

Finishing getting ready, you search for Jungkook's number on your phone. You wonder why you volunteered to help with this wedding and why, out of everyone, you ended up with the task of calling this guy. The phone rings and rings, but no one answers. When I call again, he finally picks up. His voice is hoarse; it feels like I just woke him up. Oops...

"There better be a good reason for calling me this early in the morning then..." He says in an almost rude tone. You wonder if there's a way to slap someone through the phone. Perhaps in the future, there will be.

"Good morning, Jungkook. I hate to break it to you, but as an adult, you should've been up hours ago. My name is (Y/N), and I'd like to know if the wedding rings and their bearer will be here on time for the wedding." You reply, trying to be as patient as possible, but honestly, you're furious. Always having to deal with other people's issues.

"Has anyone ever told you that you have a beautiful voice? Ever thought about becoming a singer or a voice actor?" He says while you can hear noises in the background, a woman murmuring something. He's too busy getting romantically involved with someone to remember to be a good friend, how wonderful.

"Instead of trying to flatter me, make sure you're here at the agreed time and with the rings. If you want to invite your company to come along, feel free. But know that if you mess something up today, I'll be your particular nightmare." You say as sternly as possible. You even slow down your speech in the last part to appear more intimidating.

"If this is your way of asking if I'll be accompanied today, the answer is no. As for the rest, I'll do exactly as you asked, if you promise to reward me at the end of the night." He says, trying to be seductive. You prefer to pretend you didn't hear that proposition.

"I'm sorry to burst your fantasies, but I don't plan on getting involved with anyone. You can pretend that I'm saving myself for my other half." You reply firmly, putting an end to any further advances.

"Believing in soulmates is for fools. I bet I can convince you otherwise at the wedding." You don't even know the guy, but you're already envious of his arrogance.

"Listen, I have things to do and can't waste time. I expect to see you in a few hours, appropriately dressed and with wedding rings in your pocket." You say firmly, ending the conversation and hanging up the phone.

You descend the stairs, seeing the table full of food that your mother is packing for you to freeze and eat during the week. You thank her and let her know you won't be able to have breakfast together. She says she doesn't want to inconvenience you, knowing that Taehyung needs you. You nod in agreement and give your mother a goodbye kiss. A few minutes later, you're finishing up the last details at the reception hall. Of course, you had already organized things at the church. Everything is going as planned. You arrive at the beauty salon where the bride and groom are getting their skin and hair done.

"I was starting to miss you. You look breathtaking." Taehyung says as he gets up from the chair where he was finishing his makeup. He looks so radiant, as if his smile could light up the world. It heals me even as it hurts. He isn't my soulmate; God knows he never thought of me romantically, but I simply love him.

"Look who's talking. Haewon is going to feel incredibly lucky when she sees you walking down the aisle like this. Although, she looks stunning. I sneakily peeked because I thought you'd want to know." You say as you adjust Taehyung's tie.

"I'm so nervous. It's worse than that time we were at a concert, and I got called up on stage to sing. I don't know how I'm going to walk down the aisle and wait for my future wife patiently." He says as you lock at each other. It's not romantic, but it's a moment of tenderness. After all, he is my best friend, and he's getting married.

""Taehyung, today you embark on a new chapter of your life, and I have no doubt that your love story with Haewon will be as magical as the bond that you guys already share. No nervousness in the world will ruin your moment." You say, trying to be as positive as possible.

"You always know what to say. I love you, you know that?" He says, hugging you.

"I love you too, now come on. We have a beautiful wedding waiting for you, and it's not nice to keep the bride waiting." You say as you send a message to the driver, letting them know Taehyung is ready to go. According to the schedule, Haewon will be making her grand entrance in about ten minutes.

The journey from the salon to the church takes about five minutes. Up until now, everything has been going perfectly. Right now, Taehyung is surrounded by friends and is nervous. Not because of the bride, but because Jungkook hasn't arrived yet. That idiot.

You knew you shouldn't have trusted him to get the rings. You can't believe he's going to mess everything up in the end. And just as you lose patience completely, Jungkook walks into the church. At least, you think he's Jungkook. I must admit he looks elegant, almost like he stepped out of a movie. He arrives with a smile, as if he's the main attraction.

And suddenly, you feel it—a suffocating sensation as if the air has been sucked out of the world. A pain in your chest so immense that it makes you stumble, clinging onto Taehyung for support. Then you notice Jungkook doesn't seem well either. Damn, this can only mean one thing. As your body collapses to the ground and your consciousness fades, amidst people shouting and lifting me to call for medical help, you feel something inside you that only soulmates feel for each other. You can't believe that out of all the people in the world, your other half is Jeon Jungkook.

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kyriat-stories · 27 days ago

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Early next morning the two kings went for a long walk. They both felt this was the best environment for an openhearted discussion.

- It's not a small matter you are asking. You are my son-in-law and I want to help you, but I also have to think about our people. A war now is not going to be received well...

- I realize that. I wouldn't ask, if it wasn't exceptionally important, in fact, this threatens the entire existence of Manthos. I understand if you decline. I would be terribly disappointed of course, but I would understand.

- I believe, like you, that the man should be stopped, I just don't know if it is possible.

- He has a big army, that's true. However, I don't know how loyal they are? He is said to be cruel even with his own men.

- And your sister? What will happen to her?

- That is... King Mijararos swallowed, I'm afraid I don't see how it would be possible to get her out alive. We have some spies in Koilada Chalkou, but the king keeps Ofelia very isolated. We will try to warn her, but...

- I'm really sorry, son. I know it could have been Euthalia in her shoes.

- The weddings of Ofelia and Linos was a huge misjudgment from my part. If it wasn't for that we wouldn't be in this mess.

- Well, I wouldn't be so sure about that. Turunusemis have always made trouble, and he always will evidently. If he wasn't fighting with you, he might have harassed us, or Kastanea, or Katafygio. Or all of us. Believe me.

- That might be true.

- I have decided. Let's stop this man once and for all. Or at least let's try.

- You don't want to discuss it with your wife? Mijararos was surprised. Or your advisors?

- I don't think I need to. I already know what they think, they would say no. This will probably not be the easiest war to fight. But it is the right thing to do.

- Thank you. I don't know what else to say. You don't know how much this means to me. And Manthos.

- I do. Still, I also do it for myself and the people of Selinódasos. A neighbor like that would probably set fire to us sooner or later. Attack is the best defense.

In Manthos the autumn was also on it's way, but the trees were still green and the temperatures mild. The farmers were pleased this year, because the olives were plenty and chubby. However, there were clouds in the horizon.

Polykarpos first heard about the new enrollment for the Manthos military at the Lykeion. Everybody talked about it, especially the boys.

- I feel torn mother, because on the one hand it is dangerous and frightening, but it is also honorable. They say it's just training camp, but why would they enroll, if it wasn't serious?

- I don't know what to say son, because I haven't heard about it until now. For sure war isn't romantic, so I really hope that you won't volunteer? I just remembered the problems with your cousin Pamesijos.

- I won't do anything without you knowing about it mother.

- Good! Shhh shhh shhh! Eira tried to calm down the baby.

- Why is she crying? Isn't she crying a lot?

- Naah, all babies cries, she just don't like it when I stop cradling her.

After Polykarpos had left, Eira had a deep frown on her forehead. Now she was worried about the enrollment, but also the baby.

- You really are crying a lot, aren't you? And you are not eating well. Is there something wrong with you moráki mou? Maybe the goddess is punishing me...

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Day Two - Volunteer @sapphicmicrofics

April Daily Series - 754 words

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Marlene spent the majority of the train ride lost in thought. She hadn’t intended to contact Dorcas when she reached London since she assumed that a brilliant woman like her had already moved on. Unfortunately, now that Sirius put the idea in her mind, it was impossible to ignore.

What if I see her with someone else?

As the dread washed over her, Marlene steeled herself against it. She needed to be prepared for anything. Even if she didn’t purposefully track Dorcas down, there was always a chance they’d run into each other. A small chance, but still possible.

Since when do I volunteer for heartbreak?

Suddenly, James waved a hand in front of her face to catch her attention. She pulled her ear buds out and lifted her eyebrows in question.

“We’re nearly there, Marls,” he said quietly, nodding toward the window. James turned to nudge his boyfriend, who had fallen asleep on his shoulder.

Marlene stared at the city skyline that she’d left behind a year ago with a mixture of regret and resignation. No matter what happened this week, nostalgia was likely to choke her up at every turn. London would always be synonymous with Dorcas in her mind and heart. This city was theirs, until it wasn’t.

“Hmm?” Regulus mumbled sleepily. “Already?”

James whispered to him as he gently smoothed the dark hair from his face. When Regulus opened his eyes, he simply stared at James blankly for a full minute before recognition visibly dawned on his face.

“We’re home?”

“No,” James said with a cheeky grin. “We’re in London to pick up your things. Home is in Edinburgh.”

Regulus blinked slowly, but didn’t react. “Oh.”

James’s grin widened as he continued teasing his incoherent boyfriend with a litany of increasingly absurd comments about their long-term plans. Marlene couldn’t help but grin at the mystified expression that spread over Regulus’s face. He appeared to be caught between mild fascination and bleary-eyed confusion as he stared at James.

“I don’t remember agreeing to move in with you,” Regulus said, shaking his head clear. His tone turned sharp as he caught on. “Wait, did you just say we were getting a pet monkey? James.”

Laughing, James ducked his head to avoid the annoyed glare from his boyfriend. “It was the monkey that did it? Not the wedding in Venice?”

Regulus’s cheeks flushed pink as he swatted James’s shoulder. “Hush. That’s enough talking for you.”

Marlene tossed her ear buds into her bag and readied herself to leave. She was happy for James, and Regulus by extension for finding James, but it wasn’t easy to watch them be happy. Particularly when their banter reminded her so much of what she had and lost. Marlene thought Dorcas would like Regulus, actually. She appreciated snarky people the way Marlene appreciated athletes, like was drawn to like.

As she shifted to one side to shove her phone in her pocket, it pinged with a notification. After scanning the screen, she smiled. Lily and Pandora were waiting at the station to meet them.

When the train pulled in, she popped up from her seat and allowed the slowing momentum of the train to push at her body. It centred her and shook the fuzzies from her brain. “Ready, James?”

“I was born ready,” he teased, joining her with a knapsack slung over his shoulder.

“Let’s go.”

They pressed through the crowd eagerly, but James was quickly waylaid in his attempts to protect Regulus from the wild elbows and crush of backpacks unknowingly shoved about. It was amazing how little spatial awareness people had with large bags. Marlene ignored it, too busy searching for the magnificent pile of red hair that should set Lily apart.

“Marlene!” a voice shouted excitedly. “Over here!”

The moment her gaze connected with the couple, Marlene’s shoulders sagged with relief. Marlene adored James, but she never felt more herself than when she was surrounded by women. Particularly beautiful and clever women like Pandora and Lily.

“You made it!” Pandora cheered, shimmying through the crowd with her girlfriend on her heels.

When they hugged her tight, Marlene allowed herself to relax fully. She’d missed this. Every day at the ice rink she was surrounded by testosterone and male-centred conversation. To be enfolded in the arms of femininity was a welcome respite. They both smelled so bloody good!

“We have a surprise for you,” Lily whispered in her ear. “Do you want to know now, or wait and see?”

“Wait and see.” Marlene leaned into her soft embrace and smiled. “I love surprises.”

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Tonight, We Feast - A Private Man, Chapter 15

Summary: With planning for Bucky and Tracey’s wedding underway, Rebecca surprises the couple with an engagement party.

Length: 4.8 K

Characters: Bucky, Tracey, Rebecca, Pepper Stark, most of the Avengers.

Warnings: Minors DNI - contains sexual content which is unsuitable for readers under the age of 18.

Author notes: This is a happy chapter, with many displaying their support for Bucky and his family.

<<Chapter 14

Brooklyn, Autumn 2024

It's not easy planning a wedding in six weeks. But it is easier if you have a community that rallies around you and the many friends that the couple made with the volunteers at the newcomer centre, dock workers, and Tracey's fellow nurses offered their forces to help Bucky and Tracey. Several who had fought against Thanos stepped up as well, offering their help, even from afar by agreeing to help in any way they could. It also helped to have the funds and the know how to do it, especially when the know how came from a surprise source.

Several days after the engagement was announced Bucky returned home from the docks and was surprised to see a dark limousine parked in front of the house. Fearing the worst, he braced himself to face whomever was now inside the house and tell them in no uncertain terms to leave him and his family alone. He shouldn't have worried for as soon as he stepped inside, he was shocked to see Pepper and Morgan Stark sitting on the couch, with their driver Happy Hogan perched on a dining room chair pulled into the living room.

"Hi Bucky," said Pepper warmly, standing and extending her hand to his. "I'm sorry we stopped by without letting you know first but we just heard about your engagement. Rhodey mentioned it in passing and well, I wanted to offer my help to you, if you'll take it."

At first, he didn't know what to say. He had seen Pepper on the battlefield during the second fight against Thanos, then at Tony Stark's funeral but had always assumed she wouldn't want to have much to do with him, considering what the Winter Soldier did to Howard and Maria Stark. His thought must have also occurred to her because she looked at Happy who gave up his chair to Bucky and went to get another one. She smiled kindly at Bucky as he sat, then at Rebecca.

"You're confused that I'm here," she said. "Tony was never very good at admitting when he was wrong. Heaven knows, it was like pulling teeth even for me to get an apology from him. During the Blip he found a lot of information about what was done to you, and the fight you put up constantly to resist HYDRA's programming. With all that happened to you this past while, with Ross and Fontaine trying to force you back into that life I may have provided the information Tony uncovered to Rhodey and your lawyer."

"You? You did that for me?" asked Bucky, his face turning hot as it coloured pink. "Why?"

"Look at you," she replied. "Ever since we defeated Thanos you've done everything that was asked of you, and more to make amends for crimes that you, Bucky Barnes, were not responsible for. Not only that, but you also got on with living, getting a real job, taking care of your sister, Rebecca, finding love, and a place in this community that values you."

He was aware that Amina was standing there, long past the time she should have returned home after her shift. She smiled at Bucky with glistening eyes and nodded at him. He tried to clamp his jaw down, to force back the emotions that were bubbling up inside of him. Pepper said nothing, allowing him the time to speak.

"I still don't understand why you're here, in our living room," he finally choked out. "Why would you help me?"

"Because you're a good man, who deserves a lifetime of happiness," she answered, her own eyes becoming glassy. "I'm in a position to help with that and I'm so sorry I wasn't there for you sooner, when you were struggling and trying so hard to take care of your responsibilities." She glanced at Rebecca. "So, allow me to help plan your wedding, as I do have some organizational skills, having been Tony Stark's personal assistant for far too long. On his behalf, let me begin to make amends to someone who deserves it." Morgan tugged on her mother's sleeve and whispered, making Pepper smile. "Morgan wants to know if your arm hurts. She knows that Tony destroyed your other one."

Bucky reached into his pocket for his handkerchief and dabbed his eyes, then wiped his nose. Smiling, he looked at the dark-haired girl.

"No, not anymore. The people in Wakanda gave me a really good arm and took all the pain away."

"Can I see it?" she asked sweetly. "I build Lego robots."

Another smile crossed his face, and he took his jacket off then ran his long sleeve up past his elbow. Morgan shyly approached him and touched it gently with her fingertips, tracing the seams in the different segments. He explained how it was full of electronics and computer circuitry that he really didn't understand but it worked very much like a real arm and hand. She nodded.

"My dad would think this was cool," she said. "Can I come to your wedding?"

He looked at Tracey, who smiled and nodded. "Of course, you and your mother will both be invited, Happy too. There will be lots of kids there, music, and dancing, and people from many different countries."

"I heard about the newcomer centre," said Pepper. "Rebecca told me how much they helped you both when you needed caregivers. I'm always looking for charitable organizations to support."

"Stay for dinner," said Bucky, impulsively. "I'm a pretty good cook and we can talk about the centre, and the wedding."

"He is a good cook," agreed Rebecca. "You're more than welcome."

"Only if we can help," replied Pepper. "It's not cheeseburgers, is it?"

Happy blushed while Morgan giggled making Bucky wonder if that was a private joke. Amina took her leave after thanking Pepper for offering to support the newcomer centre, inviting her to visit and see for herself how it had changed many refugees' lives. Bucky walked her to the door and looked at this small woman from the middle of Africa who meant so much to them.

"Am I allowed to hug you?" he asked, already knowing the answer.

"It's not really permitted since you aren't my husband," she smiled, "but you are like my brother ... my brother from another mother." She giggled at her joke. "Your family is my American family. You've been through so much and you never gave up. Miss Tracey already asked if we would come to the wedding. It would be a privilege to share that day with you. Baraka Allahu fik, Mr. Bucky. May Allah bless you."

"Baraka Allahu fik, Amina Nyok. Thank you."

She bowed her head then stepped down and began her walk to the nearby bus stop. He watched her from the steps, making sure she got on the bus okay before he turned back to the house and helped prepare supper. Pepper, Morgan and Happy stayed for several hours talking about the newcomer's centre, and what the couple wanted for their wedding. When Morgan fell asleep on the couch with her head in Rebecca's lap and Alley Cat curled up in her arms Pepper decided it was time for them to go. Happy gently lifted the little girl up and carried her out to the limousine.

"So, Tracey, Rebecca and I will go dress shopping this weekend," confirmed Pepper, "while Bucky and Sam go looking for tuxedos. Then we'll meet up and visit the newcomer centre to discuss the reception. Happy will arrange transportation for the wedding party. You'll figure out where the ceremony is to be held?"

Bucky nodded. "We'll work on the guest list this week and get that to you before the weekend," he said. "Your printer can get them done quickly so we can address them and mail them out."

There was a serious hiccup when a broken water main flooded the newcomer building just days later. It meant they would be unable to hold any event there before Christmas so after meeting up on the weekend they reluctantly went looking for a new venue. Fortunately, with Pepper Stark on it she learned that a unique facility was available the first weekend of December. A heritage building, near the Williamsburg Bridge, the Weylin was originally the Williamsburg Savings Bank when it was built in 1875. Both Bucky and Rebecca remembered it being a bank back in the day. As they toured the grand space the brother and sister looked at each other then Bucky turned to Tracey for her take on it. After they whispered together Bucky looked at Pepper with regret.

"It's beautiful but it's much too grand for us," he said. "I'm a dock worker, Tracey's a public health nurse; it isn't really us."

Smiling kindly Pepper accepted that then took them to her second choice, the Metropolitan Ballroom. They had a cancellation on Thanksgiving weekend and a bonus to using them was they could provide a halal menu for the Muslim guests that would be invited. As they toured the space while it was being prepared for a wedding later in the day, they still found it quite grand but with lower ceilings it seemed a little more cosy to them. The manager assured them they could make it fit their own style. Agreeing to hold the ceremony and the reception there the contract was signed and the couple, with Pepper's help, made an appointment to visit during the week to finalize the décor, flowers, and menu.

After being dropped off back at home Rebecca decided to have a nap. Before she went to her room, she asked Sam to briefly speak privately. Bucky looked at his friend and best man, wondering what he and his sister had cooked up, but Sam refused to say anything without Rebecca present. While she slept Sam went out with Janice and came back with the makings for jambalaya, beginning to prepare it with her and Tracey's help.

Once Rebecca got up Bucky cornered his sister in the dining room. "What are you and Sam planning?" he demanded. "It better not be a surprise party."

"What if it is?" she countered back. "You've done so much for me and now I want to do something nice for you. Won't you let me?"

She gave Sam a little wink when she said this to Bucky.

"Yes, I don't mind you doing things for me but I just need to know what's going to happen so I can prepare for it," he replied. "I'm a private man."

"You're a grumpy old man," she chirped back. "What do you say, Sam? Should we let the cat out of the bag?"

"Sure, it's not like we haven't brought it up before," replied Sam, grinning as he cooked in the kitchen.

"I used our little emergency fund to book a blues club and band for tonight," said Rebecca, standing unaided in front of her brother and looking defiantly up at him. "We invited anyone who wanted to help celebrate your engagement. I figured now that you're a millionaire we could splurge a little and have some fun. Sam and Pepper arranged it, arranged the limousine and we're going in style."

Bucky looked down on his white-haired younger sister, caught between amusement and irritation. Then he bent over and hugged her, easily picking her up so her face was level with his.

"I do love you," he said, his voice catching. "It's a nice surprise and we'll have a great time with friends." Kissing her on the cheek he hugged her again and let her down gently. He noticed Sam grinning like a demon at him. "Don't you start. Rebecca gets a pass because she's my little sister and I love her."

"You love me, too, Buck, admit it," said Sam, still grinning. "I'm your best friend and you would do anything for me if I needed it."

A scowl crossed Bucky's face that didn't fool anyone, and Tracey hugged him, kissing him on the cheek. She went back to helping Sam with the jambalaya, both her and her mother listening carefully as he walked them through it. Rebecca put some music on and swayed in the living room alone before reaching out for Bucky.

"Dance with me like you used to when I was a girl," she said, laughing.

"You used to stand on my feet," he said, taking her hands in his, then positioning her so her feet were on his. "You're heavy."

"You're a super soldier and can handle it," she retorted. "Humour me." He looked at her with amusement again, but concern must have shown on his face as she looked up at him. "I feel good. Really, I'm ready to cut a rug, boogie down, trip the light fantastic."

Bucky smirked but kept dancing with his sister. The three in the kitchen came out to watch and Tracey snapped some pictures on her phone.

"You going to dance with me tonight, Rebecca?" asked Sam. "I'm not taking no for an answer."

"Sam, I'll dance as much as I can for as long as I feel the music," she replied. "I want to celebrate having my brother again, him finding someone wonderful to spend his life with, good friends, life, all of it. What did Auntie Mame say in the movie? Life is a banquet and most poor suckers are starving to death. Well, tonight we feast."

Everybody laughed in agreement and when Bucky's eyes met Tracey's he knew by the way her eyes sparkled that he wanted to make love with her that night. At that moment, dancing with his sister, his best friend and future mother-in-law watching, and seeing the woman he loved returning that love in her eyes, he felt like the luckiest man in the world.

Sam's jambalaya was a big hit; every bit of it eaten and enjoyed immensely. After cleaning up they all got ready for their night on the town. Bucky wore his grey suit and white shirt, while Tracey wore a blue dress that Bucky couldn't help but bite his lower lip when he saw her in it. Janice looked years younger in her navy-blue dress, which almost matched Sam's suit. Rebecca, with Tracey's assistance, came out dressed to kill, in a red lace dress with sequins that accentuated her white hair.

"Wow," said Sam. "You looking to find a boyfriend with that dress, Rebecca?"

"As long as he can keep up with me," she laughed. "I feel young tonight. If he's not over 50, I'm good."

Bucky smirked and his sister tapped him on the arm. He put his hands up in mock surrender then kissed her on the cheek. She was on fire, and it was fun to see her like this. The doorbell rang to reveal their limousine driver at the door. Sam and Bucky helped the ladies on with their coats then Rebecca waved off Bucky's offer to carry her out and instead walked down the steps on driver's arm to the limousine, charming him in the process. He took them to a hole in the wall club in Williamsburg, which had a "Closed for a private party" sign on the door. When they were let inside there were already a number of people there; Rhodes, Torres and his girlfriend, Matt Murdock, Foggy Nelson, Wong, dressed in his traditional robes, Marie Peters and a couple of Tracey's nurse friends with their escorts, Rick from the docks, as well as several guys from Bucky's crew. A few minutes after they entered Thor came in, followed by Maria Hill, Clint Barton, and surprisingly to Bucky, Peter Parker and Kate Bishop.

"I thought you were keeping under the radar," Bucky said to Peter.

"I'm not wanted or anything," said the young man. "I'm really happy for you, Bucky. You deserve it all. I don't think you've met Kate, yet. She's the new Hawkeye."

Bucky shook her hand, while she looked a bit starstruck at the other Avengers that were there. She had been contacted by Rhodes already but with the team still forming she hadn't gone on a mission yet. Rhodes came over to them but was distracted by Tracey's mother, Janice. Leaning towards her he kissed her on the cheek.

"It's nice to see you again," he said to her. "You look amazing tonight. We are going to dance, right?"

"I was hoping," she smiled at him. "I wouldn't mind a drink."

Giving her his arm Rhodes led her to the bar and they began talking. Bucky looked at Tracey and shrugged then they and Rebecca were shown to a booth where they could see everything. Sam excused himself and went up to the stage, taking the mike.

"Well, there are a few more people still to come but we're going to get started because the guests of honour are here. Tonight, we're celebrating the engagement of our friends Bucky Barnes and Tracey Harris. They're getting married Thanksgiving weekend because Tracey said she would marry Bucky in a New York minute and he decided to get it done before she could change her mind." There were hoots and hollers while everyone clapped. "Also with us tonight is the lovely Rebecca Barnes Proctor, Bucky's younger sister, who at 94 years of age decided she wanted to have a party to celebrate him finding someone willing to put up with her grumpy older brother." Bucky shook his head but he was smiling and Rebecca took his hand, squeezing it. "In all seriousness, this is a special night for Bucky and Tracey. They were fortunate enough to find each other in this big city. Right from the start others could see what was happening between them. If there are two people who are made for each other it's them. We all wish them happiness and a long life together. You were given two drink tickets when you arrived. The first two drinks are on your hosts but it's a cash bar after. Drink responsibly and don't drink and drive after. Let's get the music going and the party started."

The band, at least a dozen musicians, crammed onto the stage and the piano player took the mike as he sat on his bench looking out at everyone.

"So, I got a call a week or so ago, asking if I could round up enough musicians to do some big band classics, plus some newer blues and jazz that people could dance to," he began. "That's kind of a tall order so I asked what the event was. An engagement celebration, I was told. Okay, what person getting engaged in 2024 would want stuff from the 1930s and 40s to mark their engagement? The man on the other end of the line said Bucky Barnes, born in 1917, a certified blues and jazz fan who actually saw some legends perform live back in the day. I do like a challenge so I pulled some friends together and we're going to do our best to pay homage to the acts you loved so much back then. Feel free to dance as this is a party. We'll start off with some Benny Goodman, Stomping at the Savoy."

Bucky had a big grin on his face and turned to Tracey as the band started. "Darlin', you have to dance this with me. I'll keep it simple but I can't sit if this is playing."

She put her hand out and Bucky led her to the floor then began showing everyone what he hadn't done in public for 80 years. As others braved the floor Bucky showed them how it was done in his day, bringing whistles and cheers as he twirled Tracey around the small floor. When the song ended he shook the hands of the musicians at the front, telling them it was perfect. They got into some Count Basie, Duke Ellington, Harry James, and other songs that Bucky remembered from his younger years. Sam got Rebecca up for a couple of slower songs, as did Bucky and Joaquin. Rhodey danced a lot with Janice and even the younger people got into it, trying to emulate Bucky's moves. As more guests arrived, including several from the newcomer's centre, the place was packed, the drinks flowed, and a steady stream of finger foods found their way onto people's tables. There was laughter, more dancing, and a lot of visiting between the different friends that Bucky realized had been made since Tracey came into their lives and reached out to a group of strangers for their help.

At midnight Rebecca finally admitted she had enough and the party began to wind down. Before the last song was played, Bucky came up on the stage, which in itself was an unusual thing. He pulled Tracey up with him and looked emotionally at everyone who was there.

"In about 5 weeks this lovely lady and I are going to get married," he said. "I hope the party then is as good as the party tonight has been. I didn't know I had this many friends."

"I came for the free drinks and music," yelled someone, and everyone, including Bucky laughed.

"It's been great, hasn't it? Are you guys playing my wedding?" The piano player gave him a thumbs up and Bucky reached over to high five him, gently. "I look forward to it. Thank you all for coming. Take care getting home and we'll see most of you at the wedding on Thanksgiving weekend. Tracey, do you want to say anything?"

"No," she said, to laughter from everyone. "I'm just here because I fell in love with some guy who likes old music."

Bucky kissed her passionately, starting up the hooting and hollering from the guests again. As the band began to play Goodnight Irene he helped her off the stage and danced with her to the last song on the packed dance floor. It still took a while for the club to clear and to be safe Bucky carried Rebecca in his arms to the limousine. He sat in between her and Tracey, with his arms around both their shoulders. Sam and Janice sat across from them as Bucky looked at Tracey with a soft smile, whispering occasionally into her ear then kissing her neck. With a sudden realization, Sam understood the situation and whispered into Janice's ear that she should wear ear plugs when she went to bed. He shifted his gaze to Bucky and Tracey which made her mother smile and she nodded in understanding. Then Janice leaned forward and touched Bucky's knee.

"Rebecca and I have talked," she said. "I'd like to stay while you two have your honeymoon so I can be there with your sister. You won't have to worry about her. Between me and her care aides she'll be well looked after."

"Thank you," he said. "I was going to ask. It's very kind of you."

"No, it's the least I can do for you taking me in," she said. "I've had more life in the last month than I've had in years."

When they got to the house Bucky carried Rebecca into her bedroom, followed by Tracey and Janice, who took over getting her ready for bed. She was almost asleep by the time they brought her back from the bathroom and put her nightgown on her. Sleepily, she laid under her covers as Bucky sat on the edge of the bed and caressed her hair with his large hand.

"Thank you," he said softly. "That was the most fun I've had since I was a young man. I love you so much." His emotions grew full as he tried to stem them from overwhelming him. "I wish we had more years together. You are the best sister anyone could ever have."

"I know, me too," she whispered. "But we have each other now and you've been wonderful to me. Now give me a kiss and let me sleep. I love you, Bucky."

Smiling, he bent over and kissed Rebecca tenderly on the forehead. Then he tucked her in again and turned off the light before closing the door. Tracey went to change while Bucky locked up. Sam and Janice had already gone downstairs to their beds. When he entered the bedroom Tracey was in bed, sitting up with just the sheet covering her. Her bare shoulders drew Bucky's attention and he took his suit off, hanging it up, then unbuttoned his shirt, draping it over the chair, in the hope that Tracey would wear it after. His briefs came off and he climbed onto the bed laying next to her, propped on his elbow and reaching with his right hand to touch her cheek. Lying down on her side she looked at him with her soft brown eyes. With tenderness he lowered his lips to hers and kissed her softly, pulling her body under the sheets closer to his body above the sheets. Slowly she pushed the sheet down and laid under him, feeling his hard cock on her already wet folds.

"Do you trust me?" he whispered. "I want to try something."

"Yes," she whispered back.

"Get on your hands and knees ... please."

Tracey moved to the position he asked for, feeling both anticipation and anxiety. Bucky reached for the bottle of lubricant and smoothed some over his rock hard cock. Lining up behind her he gently inserted himself in slowly until he was fully in.

"You won't hurt me, will you?" There was some nervousness in her voice as they usually did oral first to help when he entered her.

He ran his hands over her back then leaned over and kissed her shoulder. "No, I'm going to take care of you," he replied. "But if it does I'll stop, I promise."

Holding her hips close to his he asked her to sit up until her back touched his chest. She gasped as she felt the pressure of him fully in her.

"You okay?" he asked, his mouth right beside her ear. "You feel incredible like this. I can kiss your neck and shoulders from here. You can move my hands wherever you want. While I'm in you I'm going to touch you everywhere."

He began to move, thrusting himself up into her while one hand fondled her breast and the other reached down to her folds. Tracey placed her hands on his and moved with him, feeling the pleasure as she felt him deep within her. In his arms she felt supported and she laid her head back on his shoulder opening her neck to him. Taking his cue from that he mouthed her neck, focusing on the sensitive spot under her ear. Within minutes Bucky could tell by her breathing and heart rate that she was aroused and he breathed softly into her ear.

"You're making me hot inside. I'm so close but I want to hear you and feel your body as you come. Can you do that, angel?"

She moaned and began grasping his hands, making his hand movements more pronounced and intense. He began rolling her already hard nipple between his thumb and forefinger. As he went harder and faster into her the sounds coming out of her throat grew louder and more desperate. Placing his mouth next to her ear he breathed into it before running his mouth down her neck to her shoulder. With a cry she suddenly stopped then pushed back against him several times, groaning in ecstasy as he kept rubbing her clitoris. With a gentle nudge she moved his hand from it, bringing it up to her other breast and he massaged them as he kept thrusting. His own orgasm only took a few more seconds and he held her tight as he thrust several times before he finished. Gently he enveloped her in his arms, caressing her breasts and body as he kissed her neck. When he released her she went down on all fours and he pulled out, still supporting her as she dropped flat onto her stomach. Placing himself beside her he stroked her back until she rolled onto her side.

"I never did that before," she said. "It was intense."

"Did you like it?" She nodded. "So did I. Thank you for trusting me."

"Always," whispered Tracey. "I trust you with my life, Bucky."

They kissed again, languidly, their tongues exploring sensuously before breaking apart. Getting up, Tracey put Bucky's shirt on and went to the bathroom to clean up before returning back and getting under the covers with him. After Bucky turned out the light Tracey curled up with her head on his shoulder, her hand over his body and one leg over his thigh. He pressed his lips into her hair and kissed her on the side of the head, murmuring her name. Then they both closed their eyes, secure in the arms of the one they loved more than anyone or anything.

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This has been bugging me for a while now, so:

About a month ago, I started working with a new employee. I work in a lab and my main analysis that I run is a two-person job, so I work with this guy between three to four days every week. The other day (or two) I run a different test, but I'm currently working with another analyst so she can take over that test once I leave (I'm getting married and moving soon). Anyway. A week or so after new employee starts, I'm running my secondary test with the other analyst, and the lady in charge of lab safety comes over to check the gas tanks or something. Safety lady is probably late-forties; I know she has teenage kids and maybe one in college. She starts talking to the other analyst, who is a few years older than I am, and also engaged. I don't particularly pry into other people's personal details, but she's volunteered that she and her fiance are living together and don't have a wedding date set but "maybe two or three years from now." Anyway. Safety lady then addresses me and says, "You're working with the new hire, huh? How's he doing?"

"Oh," I say, "He's been great! He's learning fast, and in a few more weeks he'll be up to speed."

"Oh nice," says safety lady. "Plus he's cute, riiiiiight?"

So let's see. What I'm thinking is, that's a weird thing for a middle aged woman to say about a younger employee who's probably younger than her own kids. I'm thinking, I really don't have a particular opinion one way or the other about his appearance. To be honest if I saw him outside the context of work I don't think I'd recognize him. I'm thinking, gosh you know I love my fiance so much and he's the handsomest guy in the world and I don't really care what anyone else looks like anyway. I'm thinking, I really don't want to say anything about my new coworker's looks at all. What am I supposed to say? "No I think he's ugly." Hmmmm maybe not. I'm thinking all this, and what I say outloud is,

"I'm getting married."

To which safety lady and other analyst respond with *concerning* conviction, "Oh but that doesn't mean you can't think he's cute!" and "Well sure you can't touch but you can still look!"

"Yeah," continues the younger woman, "you're getting married but that doesn't mean you're dead. You still have eyes. That's what I say to my fiance. You still notice when someone else is attractive."

And that. Really. REALLY. Bugged me.

I did not say anything else. Safety lady and other analyst moved on and the day continued and I never said anything else to them about it.

But what I SHOULD have said was,

Actually, marriage *is* a living death. It's a death to self. It's sacrificing my life so my spouse and I can find new life in Christ. So don't try to cajole me into objectifying another person just because you don't understand that marriage is a sacred covenant. I may not have said the vows yet but I fully intend to, and to say them with my whole heart, and what God has joined together no man shall put asunder.

Anyway.

#op #A classic case of 'I never think of the right thing to say in the moment'#But also based on this other woman's current lifestyle choices she probably wouldn't have been very impressed by that little speech anyway #The thrilling sequel to this interaction is the other engaged analyst saying 'what? I can't believe you don't already live with your fiance #'moving in after marriage is going to be such a hassle!'#But I am proud that I actually did say 'living together before marriage is against my religion'#'it's not a hassle and I've been moving some things over ahead of time'#My marriage is a sacrament not a living arrangement #(did not say that last bit out loud)#Ugh #Three more weeks at work four more until the wedding

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acourtofthought · 1 year ago

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Apropos of nothing, it's just something I was ruminating on because as much as I rag on Az, I do think he has a soft heart underneath it all that wants to help people and that makes me all mushy for him. I know people want to make the scene where Az rescues Elain purely romantic (and sure it CAN be read as such) but after reading ACOSF and piecing together the timeline, Az is practically fresh out of Sangravah, he saw the absolute horrors inflicted on the priestesses and what was done to Gwyn so like... OF COURSE he's gonna wanna haul ass out to save Elain? I don't think for a second has nothing to do with the possessive mate thing like so many of them want it to be (re: the argument az didn't jump to save gwyn from the rite like he jumped to save elain from hybern) Like why would he NOT volunteer to rescue her immediately after seeing those nightmares first hand?? He would have done the exact same thing for Mor or literally any of the women in the IC because that's the kind of guy that he is (also might I add that he didn't lose control in the Hybern camp and go feral and kill everyone like he did at Sangravah, when, as spymaster, he absolutely should have taken some hostages 👁️)

Wow, you bring up such a good point and something I never considered!

Feyre's birthday is the longest night of the year (so December 21st).

Her wedding ceremony was 2 weeks later, around January 4 and Rhys called in their bargain for the first time which takes us to January 11.

One month later he called in the bargain again which takes us to say, February 11.

One week after that she escapes to the NC for good (February 18) where she sleeps through at least one night.

Rhys flew Feyre to the HOW for the first time where we get confirmation Sangravah was attacked three days prior so we'll say he rescued Gwyn on about February 16.

ACOWAR starts in June however a few weeks pass while Feyre remains and until Az / Cassian save Feyre as she's being dragged across the ice by her hair wrapped in bands of fire.

Estimates have ACOWAR ending August which is when Az and Feyre rescue Elain.

6 months have passed since he walked in on Gwyn's assault.

2 months have passed since he witnessed Feyre being drug by her hair, bound and gagged.

We get our first hints of Azriel's savior complex in ACOMAF:

Azriel just shook his head. “I’ll go. The Prison sentries know me—what I am.” I wondered if the shadowsinger was usually the first to throw himself into danger.

We get proof of Azriel's need for heroics later in the series, to be the protector:

toward Mor and Azriel—“to monitor me.” So this was where Azriel had gone—right to the loft. To no doubt spare Mor from enduring Amren Duty alone. But Amren’s tone … cranky, yes, but perhaps a bit of a front, too. To banish that too-fragile gleam in Cassian’s eyes. “We’re not monitoring you,” Mor said, tapping her foot on the carpet. “We’re monitoring the Book.” (Mor was monitoring the Book yet Az insisted on joining her)

“Call off your dog,” Amren said with that lethal tone. Because the shadow in the corner behind Amren … that was Azriel. The obsidian hilt of Truth-Teller in his scarred hand. He’d moved without my realizing it—though I had no doubt the others had likely been aware.

The argument with Rhys this morning had been swift and brutal: Azriel insisted he could fly—fight with the legions, as they’d planned. Rhys refused. Cassian refused. Azriel threatened to slip into shadow and fight anyway. Rhys merely said that if he so much as tried, he’d chain Azriel to a tree. And Azriel … It was only when Mor had entered the tent and begged him—begged him with tears in her eyes—that he relented. Agreed to be eyes and ears and nothing else.

Not that he's does these things for fame or glory, I think he does them because it's the only way he feels worthy. Like it's his penance to pay in order to remain part of his family.

We know he wasn't there to save Mor or stop the way his mother was treated. He wasn't there to stop what happened to the priestesses in time. And he was nearly too late to save Feyre, the last two things being very recent.

So here we have this other female who he sees is in need of saving and he's sitting there watching Nesta and Cassian debate her fate and it's really not that surprising, knowing what we know of Az, that he jumped in to volunteer, despite the danger. Danger has never once mattered to Az.

In the right circumstances, a male coming to rescue the female could be romantic, but in this instance and when you look at the entire picture and who Az is as a character (not to mention the evidence that he's still not over Mor at that time), his rescue of Elain is anything but.

To me, he doesn't look at Elain as wanting to save her because it's her. He wants to save her for a chance to find some sort of redemption because of all the other females he was unable to save in time and I think that has played a small part in why he eventually gravitates toward her. Because she represents his personal triumph, the time he wasn't too late. And as with everything in the E/riel setup, it always seems to be more about him and his issues than Elain as an individual.

Thanks for bringing up such a great point!

#anti e/riel

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observeowl · 2 years ago

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Next Chance N.R

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Summary: 5 years after Natasha's pregnancy, they talk about having a second kid and potentially R carrying

Your POV

It’s been a few years since Nat gave birth to Riley. And now she’s five. How time has flown.

Nat proposed and we got married once Riley hit one. She is loved by her uncles and aunties who often volunteered to babysit her whenever Nat and I wanted to go out on a date. It was just a small wedding at the backyard of the compound no matter how much Tony wanted to offer us a grand wedding. We also didn’t go on a honeymoon because we couldn’t bear to leave Riley behind for so long.

It’s tough getting the parenting part down. We wanted the best for her and at the same time not forcing her, gave her the chance to explore. We tried being patient with her, gave her the respect and space she deserves. If she’s not crying and running away, I guess we are doing our jobs alright? It’s tough when one parent is away for a period of time.

Did I mention that we were still staying in the compound? It was only us and Wanda on our floor. Initially, we were considering moving to an entire new floor but we thought it would be better to stay. It was easier that way to have another pair of eyes on Riley.

“Darling, what are you thinking about? Riley and I have been trying to get your attention.” Natasha shook me out of my thoughts.

“Sorry, I was daydreaming.”

“It’s okay momma. We were wondering if you want to head down for dinner?” Riley asked.

“Sure. Let’s go princess.” I picked her up and acted as if I was going to throw her in the air causing her to squeal and hold my arms. I could never get tired of hearing her laughter.

“Seriously, what were you thinking about?” Nat whispered in my ears as we took the elevator down.

“I’ll tell you after dinner.”

Dinner at the table was entertaining mostly because of Riley talking about her day in school. Nat and I wanted to provide her as normal of a life as possible. It was mostly me who would fetch and pick her up from school as I was the lesser known Avenger, mostly assisting at the side line. On times when I go for missions, Nat or Wanda would be the one to do so.

After putting Riley to bed, Natasha asked worriedly. “Darling… what’s on your mind?” Thinking it may be something bad in my mind.

“Just… Do you really want another kid?” I asked. “I know we discussed this when you were pregnant with Riley but is it really necessary for me too?”

Nat held my hand. “I’m not going to force you if you don’t want to, because it is your body at the end of it.”

“Should we discuss this with Riley? She is part of our family too.” I asked. I wouldn’t want her to feel left out and having a sibling is kinda a big deal especially when she’s still young.

“Sure, we can ask her tomorrow after she comes home from school.” Nat said before we both drift off to sleep.

---

“Princess, can mummy and I talk to you for a second?” We went into her room to see her playing with her toys and half done drawing on her table. I ignored the mess in her room for the time being knowing it wasn’t past her play time yet. There wasn’t any reason to keep the place tidy until later.

“Yes momma?” She looked at me while her toys were in her hand.

I don’t know how to approach this so I looked towards Nat for help. I’ve never had this conversation before and so did Nat but I figured she was better with her words.

“Princess, what do you think of being an older sister? Having a sibling?” Nat said after receiving the hint.

Riley froze for a second and I glanced at Nat not knowing what that reaction meant. She started crying and I knew she disliked the idea. “Momma and mummy don’t like me anymore?” She said in between her cry.

“No no no, that’s not it.” I quickly went to hug her and placed her on my lap. “We thought you would like to have someone to play with. Of course, sometimes the baby could be annoying but you get to help us to take care of the baby.” I tried calming her down and reassuring her that no one was going to take her place and we were going to love her the same.

“You are special princess. You were the one who made us mothers. No one else can do that.” Nat said and took Riley in her lap.

“Okay… I wanna be a big sister.” Riley said with a smile peeking through.

“That’s the smile that I love.” I said, pinching her cheeks.

“Momma…” She said turning away and burying her face in Nat’s chest.

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So with approval from Riley, Nat and I once again went to look for Bruce and Tony. Since they have done this before and I have an actual uterus, it went a lot quicker this time.

“Come back two weeks later and we can have another check to confirm if you’re pregnant or not.” Bruce said.

“Okay, thanks.”

Over the next two weeks, I had to let Nat inject me with the serum because I was weak against needles. Having to constantly be injected for two weeks was not fun but it was a process we had to take.

“Okay, this is the last one. We can check with Bruce tomorrow.” Nat said, rubbing the spot she injected. “How are you feeling?”

“Scared and nervous at the same time.”

“There’s nothing to be sacred about. I’ll be here for you all the time. Just like you did for me.”

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“Are we ready?” Bruce asked and for some reason, I was feeling a lot more anxious than yesterday. It wouldn’t be a huge deal if the result turned out to be negative but my heart was beating out of my chest.

Nat gave my hand a tight squeeze and I laid down on the table to let Bruce do whatever checks he needed.

“Congrats. We’ll be having another mini you running around in the compound.” Bruce told us.

“We did it!!”

Since we’ve been through this before, Bruce roughly summarised to us what needed to be done before letting us go.

While walking back to our room, we were discussing how we were going to break the news to Riley. She knew we were trying for a baby but actually telling her she was going to be a big sister was another reality all together.

“We could get her new clothes that say ‘big sister’ on it.” Nat suggested.

“Together with baby clothes that say ‘younger sibling’ ?”

“Yeah we could do that.”

We went out to buy the supplies needed and Tony told us that we were going to celebrate with a party. There was really no use keeping this from the team because Tony’s big mouth was going to slip out one day.

We brought Riley to the party as well, since it was just a team party. She sat next to me enjoying her juice the entire time while using my phone. I’m pretty sure she was sitting next to me peacefully because of my phone.

Everyone congratulated me and Nat when we were at the party and halfway, we brought out the box for Riley. She looked at me curiously and I nodded for her to open the box.

She gasped as she saw the content and lifted up my shirt which I pushed down immediately. “Do not do that Riley!!” I was embarrassed as she essentially just showed my body to the team. Not that they have never seen it before because when I was injured they would have to cut open my suit but I was unconscious then.

“Sneaky princess. Trying to show off my wife here?” Nat teased her.

“Sorry momma. There’s a baby in there?”

“Yup, but it’s really small now.” I used my hand and made the smallest possible circle I could make.

The party continued with all the music and drinks and now I could feel how Nat felt when she was unable to consume any alcohol. So, I sat by Riley as I shared her drink while watching the rest party their hearts out.

Soon, Riley fell asleep by my side and I told Nat that I was going to bring her back to bed first and do the same for myself.

I heard the door open and Nat stumbling in having drank a few glasses of vodka. “Baby, are you okay?” I asked worriedly as she was unable to walk in a straight line. She was usually able to control how much she drank.

“I’m okay. Just go back to sleep baby.” Nat said. At least she was in the compound drunk and not elsewhere.

I don’t know how much time passed but I felt the bed dipped next to me, I thought it was Nat but I was surprised to see Riley next to me. “Riley? What are you doing here?” I rubbed my eyes sleepily.

“Can I sleep here tonight?” She gave me the puppy eyes knowing I wouldn’t be able to resist them.

“Alright, just tonight.” I picked her up and placed her in between me and Nat so she wouldn’t fall off the bed. Nat was sleeping soundly due to the alcohol as she would normally be awake from the movement in bed. “Goodnight princess.” I placed a kiss on her forehead.

“Goodnight momma.” She said while snuggling closer to me.

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I heard laughter next to me and I stirred and grumbled slightly.

“Shhhh, we don’t want to wake momma up.” I could clearly hear Nat say. I kept my eyes closed pretending to be asleep. “Why don’t you go back to your room to play and I’ll come and get you for breakfast later?”

“Okay.” Riley whispered and I could hear the door open and close before opening my eyes. I was thankful that Riley was taking being a big sister better than I expected. I was making the bed when Natasha came back.

“Morning, did you have a hangover?” I asked her, remembering how she walked into the room yesterday.

“I’m Russian. I don’t get a hangover.”

“Alright, if you say so. Let’s go, I want to have my breakfast.”

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Since the beginning of my pregnancy, I have been feeling a lot more sluggish. I don’t remember Nat feeling that way when she was carrying Riley. I spent the majority of my day laying in bed and scrolling through social media on my phone. I hardly have the energy to get out of bed and when I do, I would be out of breath even just getting down to the living room.

Natasha POVI saw Y/N out of breath as she came down to the living room. I have been worried about her since she shouldn’t be feeling this tired. Sure, she was going to be more tired since she was a few weeks in, but we were just in the beginning.

“Baby, are you feeling alright? You’re paler than I liked you to be.” I sat next to her and cupped her face. Her eyes were closing as she mumbled something that I couldn’t hear before collapsing in my arms. “Baby! Baby! Y/N!”

I was panicking as I brought Y/N to the medbay to look for Bruce. “BRUCE! HELP!” I shouted for him as I carried my unconscious wife into the medbay.

“What happened? Lay her down, quick.” Bruce went to take his stethoscope and listen to her heartbeat. He took a sample of her blood for testing to get more information as I stayed with Y/N until he got her results.

“It seems like Y/N has a slight iron deficiency which explains why she passed out as the nutrients are split between her and the baby.” Bruce explained to me. This seemed in line with the time when Y/N passed out faster than I expected after getting shot.

“It’s better for her to not do any strenuous activity until the baby is more developed and don’t forget to remind her to take her vitamins.” I heaved a sigh of relief now knowing it was nothing serious. It’s unfair how she has been preparing all her life every month and she’s suffering more than I did.

“Riley! What are you doing here?” I said when I saw her walking in.

“Why is momma sleeping here?” She tilted her head innocently.

“Because momma is slightly sick.”

“Can I cuddle with momma like she did with me when I’m sick?”

“Alright, come here.” I picked Riley up so she could get in bed with Y/N. “You know you’re stealing my spot, I was supposed to cuddle with momma.” I booped her nose playfully after I covered both of them.

“Momma’s mine.” She wrapped her arms around her securely and pouted.

“Can you share?”

“I guess so…”

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So, the next few days consisted of me and Riley making sure that Y/N stayed in bed as much as possible unless it was absolutely necessary for her to get out. I also told Riley to be more careful around Y/N since she wanted to be by her side accompanying her which was great since I have to leave for work during the day as well.

I tried to pop in as much as possible especially during the time of day when Y/N has to take her vitamins knowing she would forget them after procrastinating. Wanda also tried to check in on her as much as she could when I couldn’t and I couldn’t ask for a better friend.

“How are you feeling today baby?” I asked as I brought her dinner up. Riley was having her with her uncles and aunties.

“Better I guess. I’m not always feeling lethargic the whole day.”

I nodded, it was an improvement. I could see she had a lot more energy as she spoke about how her day went and what she did with Riley. As she talked, I couldn’t help but feel blessed that I have such an amazing and strong woman to call as my wife.

Her yawn caught my attention and instructed her to go to bed. She pouted at me and I know how frustrating it can be confined to a bed, but it was for her and her baby. “I want you to cuddle with me. Riley has been great but I missed your touch.”

“Fine, you win. I’ll ask someone to pick up the plates.”

“Yay!”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.” Y/N laid in my arms and drifted off to sleep quickly. I quietly told FRIDAY to inform Wanda to come up to our room to pick up our plates.

“Aww, you too look so cute together.” Wanda cooed when she came in.

“Don’t wake up my wife and don’t forget to take Riley to bed.” I whispered.

“Of course, I’m the best auntie.” She huffed before leaving.

---

Finally Y/N was more stable the next few months and have started moving around a lot more compared to before. We’ve been to a couple more ultrasound sessions and the baby seemed to be doing well. Since she was already showing, she started to steal my maternity clothes from when I had Riley. Not that she doesn’t already steal my clothes on a regular basis.

“Here you go.” I passed her the vitamins and she swallowed them with a gulp of water.

“Momma, can I talk to the baby?”

“Sure.” She nodded.

Riley poked her belly as if she was dialing on a mobile phone, notifying the baby she was ‘calling’. “Hello, I’m Riley, your older sister. I heard I was pretty comfortable when I was in mummy’s tummy so I hope you are too. I can’t wait to meet and play with you. I love you.” Riley made a small wave which made my heart swoon. She is going to be such an adorable older sibling.

“Aww princess, you’re too cute.” Y/N kissed Riley’s cheeks which made me know that she felt the same.

“Goodnight momma and mummy.” We tucked her in before turning off the light and leaving her room quietly.

In our room, we were cuddling as Y/N was craving for physical touch. Her belly was significantly larger as she’s now at seven months. “You’re so beautiful.” I reminded her. Suddenly she chuckled, making me look down at her.

“It’s one thing to feel the baby kicking your hand and another thing to feel the baby kicking in your body.” She said.

“They are kicking?” I placed my hand on her belly and I felt another kick immediately. “That’s why I wanted you to feel the joy of being pregnant.”

“Go to sleep. You should rest.”

Your POV

The next morning, I woke up with a pounding headache and the room was spinning even though I’m pretty sure I slept throughout the night.

“Nat.” I spoke softly and shook her shoulders. “Nat, I don’t feel too good.” She immediately shot up and took a look at me.

“Oh baby, why are you sweating?” She saw beats of sweat dripping from my forehead. “And you’re boiling.”

Drained of energy to speak, I could only mouth to Nat ‘I don’t know’ but I wasn’t sure if I moved my mouth enough for her to understand.

Natasha POV

Oh my god. Why is this happening again? Why does her pregnancy have to be so tough on her? “FRIDAY, ask Bruce to come up here immediately. Tell him it’s an emergency and to bring his equipment.”

“You’re okay, you’re going to be okay. Nothing is going to happen.” I kept whispering next to her ears as we waited for Bruce to come. It broke my heart to see her suffer when she’s carrying our child.

“When did this start?” Bruce asked.

“This morning. We just woke up.” Bruce nodded and started checking on her by taking her temperature. Y/N was sweating but she was shivering all over.

“I’ll take her blood for a test to make sure she’s not having a flu or any infections. Try to keep her temperature lower.” Bruce told me before leaving with a vial of her blood.

I took a cold towel and constantly wiped her sweat off and decreased the temperature of the room. Riley came into the room and I had to guide her out because I didn’t want her to see Y/N that way and I didn’t want to risk Riley infecting Y/N even though I was pretty sure she was not sick.

Bruce came back fifteen minutes later with an unreadable expression on his face and I couldn’t tell if I should brace myself for bad news or was it going to be okay?

“Y/N only has a fever as far as I can tell. Thank goodness she has no flu or infection which could have affected the development of the fetus. As long as we try to bring down the fever as soon as possible, it’s okay.” He proceeded to give her a prescription of antibiotics.

Just as he finished explaining, Riley knocked and peeked into the room. Only her head entered as I saw Wanda behind her. “Can I see momma now?”

“Yes princess.” She darted in the room and jumped on the bed. “Careful, you don’t want to be hurting yourself or momma.” Both Wanda and Riley stayed with us for a while before heading down for lunch and Riley was getting bored.

“How are you feeling now?” I asked Y/N when she had woken up.

“Better. Thanks.” She took the pill I handed to her with a glass of water. “You know, I was thinking… I would want to have a C-section. I wouldn’t be able to last the entire labor.”

I sat next to her and tucked her hair behind her. “It’s your body, it’s up to you to make a decision, I can’t force you. If that’s what you want then I’ll support you fully.” I smiled sweetly at her.

“What did I do to deserve you?” She smiled cheekily.

“Nothing. I’m the lucky one.” I pressed our foreheads together and gave her peck before pulling away. “Just a few more weeks and we can see the baby.”

“I can’t wait.”

---

Now at nine months and Y/N could be having the baby any moment, we’ve been a lot more on our toes. We tried to keep her seated as much as possible but she was stubborn as always giving excuses such as ‘I need to pee’ or ‘I am uncomfortable’ to move around.

Plus she was getting a lot more irritated easily and snapped at almost anyone. I don’t even know how she dealt with me when I was pregnant with Riley.

“Nat!!” She screamed and I ran even though I wasn’t far from here.

“What’s wrong?”

“My water broke.”

“Oh my god. Let’s get you to Bruce.”

I helped Y/N from the couch and we slowly walked over to the medbay. Everything was already set up and the room were booked in advance since they knew Y/N planned on doing a C-section. More people started coming in as Y/N got ready and laid on the bed.

“You sure you don’t want to experience some contraction first?” I asked.

“Don’t joke with me Natasha.” Alright, she didn’t call me by any nickname, time to stop all the teasing.

“We are going to inject you with anesthesia and we only have a few minutes to take the baby out.” Bruce explained to us the procedure before injecting Y/N. “I’m going to start now.” He took his scalpel and made an incision on Y/N belly and soon, we could see our baby.

I went to cut the cord and Bruce said “Congratulations, it’s a boy.” amidst his yelling. After cleaning him up, he passed our baby to Y/N and placed him on her chest for some skin-to-skin contact.

“The baby is healthy despite all the obstacles.”

“I just realised something Nat.” Y/N said, looking at me with a blank face. My heart was beating faster, thinking it was some bad thing. “We forgot to discuss baby names.”

“You’re lucky your wife did. I was thinking of Ronan.”

“Ronan… Ronan Romanoff. I like it.” Both of us looked down at the little human in Y/N arms, knowing everyone would love him. Our happy family of four.

#natasha x you #black widow 2021 #natasha x reader #marvel #avengers #marvel movies #Next chance #my writing

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chapter1991 · 1 year ago

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Battle Wounds & A Favor

A favor, a twin and a wedding. How will everything go when Hermione asks George for a favor but he isn't available and Fred volunteers. The man she doesn't really know.. he's just the twin of her best friend.

George.

She is going to ask George. She thought to herself as she paced back and forward in her kitchen. George is the more sensible one. I trust him, he's calmer, thinks before he acts. Unlike his twin, a complete wild card that one.

Hermione grew close with George after the war when Fred was in a coma for well over a year. She didn't go back to school but studied for her NEWT's at the hospital to keep an eye on George and Fred. George helped her study during this time, and she pushed him out of the hospital once in a while so he could take care of himself. Her friendship with him was close, very close, like siblings. Fred was different. He still doesn't get how they became such close friends over that short period of time. Fred tried to be nice to her, friendly but it wasn't the same. Fred still teased her or wouldn't consider her feelings when he did or say something. George lectured his twin more than once about it and he settled down but still...

George definitely George. She decided and nodded her head.

She grabbed her wand from the counter and apparated in the twins living room. She turned when she heard a thump behind her. Fred lay spread out on the ground, glaring up at her.

“Merlin, Granger!” He grumbled as he climbed back up the sofa. “Can you come in a bit louder?! I was sleeping.”

“It's two in the afternoon, Weasley.” Hermione rolled her eyes as she scanned the room. “Where is George?”

“Out. Why?”

“I need to ask him something.” She bit her lip as she strolled to the kitchen for a cup of tea. “When will he be back?”

“An hour or so, I think. Sure it's not something I can help you with?” Fred gave his lopsided grin as he leaned on the counter.

Hermione looked up from the teapot and stared at him for a moment. “No. I'll wait for George.”

“Fine by me.” He shrugged and headed back to the sofa. “I'll just continue my nap then.”

Hermione finished her tea and walked back to the living room where he already had fallen asleep. She picked up his legs and sat down, his legs resting on her lap. She took one of the twins’ books from the coffee table and started reading. After about 45 minutes, the front door opened, and George walked in carrying a large carton box.

“Hermione, love. For what do we owe the pleasure?” George asked when his eyes landed on her. “No stay seated, wouldn't want to wake up old Freddie boy now, would we?”

“No better not. I already woke him up when I came here.” She chuckled as George dropped the box on the dining table and crossed the room to take a seat in front of her. “I wanted to ask you for a favor.”

“Miss Granger asking me for a favor. Should I be worried?” George teased.

“No, it's just... you know Harry and Ginny's wedding is next Saturday, right?” He nodded. “I just found out Marc is going to be there.”

George tensed up when she said his name. Marc was her ex; they were together for eight months. She broke up with him when she found out he was cheating on her for half of their relationship.

“Why is he coming? Harry knows what he did to you.” George growled through gritted teeth.

“He's seeing Tessa, Ginny's teammate. So, he's her plus one.”

“Can't Ha-”

“No, George. I don't want to make it more difficult than it already is.”

George look said that he didn't agree but he let it go. “So, the favor?”

“I was wondering if you could be my plus one.” She asked nervously as she fumbled with her sleeve. “You're my best friend and I don't want to face him alone.”

George cursed. “I wish I could, Hermione. If you asked me two days ago, I would've said yes. But I asked Katie yesterday.” George sighed as he rubbed his face.

“Oh- no don't worry about it. You just have a great time.” She gave him a strained smile as she tried to get up.

“Wait. Why don't you ask Fred. He's going stag.”

Hermione frowned as she finally freed herself from Fred legs looking at George before glancing over the sleeping twin. “No- no that's okay. I'll figure something out. Thanks anyway.” She gave him a peck on the cheek. “I'll see you later.”

And she apparated out.

“You can open your eyes now, she's gone.” George grinned as his brother shot up.

“Why doesn't she want me to go with her?” Fred asked as he stared at his twin.

“Fred... you know why. It's not like you two are that close. She wants somebody to help her through the wedding with that git Marc coming.”

“I tried to -”

“No, you didn't, Freddie. You always saw her as that little know-it-all, best friends with ickle Ronniekens. But she's more than that, she has become one of my best friends. You know she had a hard time with the breakup, she stayed here for over a week. And how many times did you really talk to her?”

Fred flopped back, resting his head on the back of the sofa, staring at the ceiling. “You're right, I'm sorry. It's just ever since I woke up everything has been so different. I just wanted something to stay the same and I took it out on her.”

“I know it must be hard for you, but it's been over a year and a half since you woke up. You should have gotten used to her by now.”

“Yeah.” Fred sighed before he suddenly jumped up. “I'll go talk to her.”

“Thanks Freddie and... good luck.” He grinned and clapped his back. Fred grimaced for a moment before he took out his wand.

“Uhm... George? I don't know where she lives.”

“Use the floo, it's connected.”

Fred made his way over to the fireplace and called out Hermione's flat as he threw some floo powder at his feet. He stepped out of the fireplace in a spacious apartment. On his left where large windows letting in the natural light. A brown leather couch stood in the middle of the living room surrounded by two love seats, and a giant bookcase covered the wall behind it.

“Grang- Hermione?” Fred called out. He heard her footsteps coming from the kitchen. She stopped at the doorway as she saw it was him that called her.

“Fred? What are you doing here?”

“I-” He said while he rubbed his neck. “Can we sit down for a moment?”

“Yeah, sure.” She said uncertain as her confused look was still locked on him. Hermione sat down on the leather couch while Fred took the love seat on her left. “So...”

“Yeah, well... I'm sorry.”

“Sorry? Sorry about what?” She asked confused.

“I'm sorry about how I acted towards you. To your friendship with George. When I woke up everything had changed. And couldn't understand that George grew so close to you, the best friend of our little brother. And I just wanted something to stay the same. I know it wasn't fair to you, so I'm sorry. And if you still want to, I would like to get to know you.”

“Oh. Fred, you don't have to. It's not because I'm friends with George, that we have to be.”

“But I want to. Or at least try to.” He looked at her hopeful. She sighed as she gave in.

“Fine. How do you plan to start?”

“I thought I would ask you to accompany me to wonder boy's wedding.”

“You heard me?” She asked a bit accusatory.

“Yeah.” He smiled sheepishly at her.

“Right...” She grumbled. “Okay, I'll go with you.”

“Brilliant. Meet me at the burrow Saturday at noon?”

“Sure.” She tried to smile optimistic as Fred leaped out from his seat.

“Bye, Granger.” She waved and disappeared in the floo.

Hermione groaned as she flopped on her stomach. “This is George's doing.” She mumbled in a pillow.

Hermione apparated to the burrow Saturday morning as she promised Ginny to help her get ready. Molly was busy in the kitchen preparing breakfast and gave her a chaste kiss on the cheek as she said good morning and climbed the stairs.

“Hi, Ginny.” She smiled as she entered the youngest one's room. Ginny was sitting in front of a makeup table while Fleur kept busy with her hair. “Hey, Fleur.”

“Hermione! Thank Merlin, you are here.” Ginny let out a breath of relief. “Can you check on Harry for me, please? Fleur already finished my makeup and is almost done with my hair. But I want to know if Harry is alright.”

“Sure, Gin. I'll pop over to Grimmauld. I'll be right back.”

“Thanks. Make sure he doesn't run away.”

Hermione chuckled at the red head. “Never in a million years would he run away from this day. I think he's more excited than you are.”

“I don't know about that.” Fleur chimed in at the glowing Ginny. Hermione smiled at the two before heading back downstairs.

When she floo’d over to Grimmauld, she already heard the boys’ voices coming from upstairs. She smiled as she walked up the stairs. She entered the newly renovated bathroom and saw Harry, Ron, George, Fred, Charlie and Percy standing in front of the mirror adjusting their robes. Hermione leaned against the door frame as she watched the boys fussing over their hair and clothes. She bit on her lip trying to hold in her laugh but failed miserably. Her laugh escaped and all the boys turned to her wide eyed.

George was the first to recover and smiled broadly at her. “Hermione love. What are you doing here?” He asked as he picked her up and twirled her around before giving her a peck on the cheek.

“Ginny asked me to check on the chosen one. To see if he's not getting cold feet.” She chuckled as she looked past George to Harry. Harry smiled at her before he wrapped his arms around her.

“You look very handsome, Harry.” She smiled at him as they parted.

“Oi! What about us!?” George and Charlie yelled. Ron, Percy and Harry rolled their eyes while Fred looked a bit uncomfortable between her and George.

“Well, you all look handsome, but Harry here is the groom.” Hermione glanced around the room once more. “Where is Bill?”

“He'll meet us at the burrow. With Fleur going over to help Ginny get ready he's taking care of little Vic.” Charlie said as he walked up and kissed her cheek.

“I should be heading back. I can tell Ginny the good news.” She winked at Harry. “I need get to ready myself.”

“You look beautiful just the way you are, love.” Charlie gave her a cheeky wink.

“Yeah, right.” She rolled her eyes. “I don't think Ginny will like it if I were standing next to her wearing jeans and an old shirt. I'll see you boys in an hour.” She smiled and headed out the room.

When she got ready, wearing an old rose floor length halter dress, with a deep cut back and a split that stopped at her thigh, she checked on Ginny who looked absolutely gorgeous in her white strapless mermaid wedding dress, pearls sewn across the bustier.

“Ooh, Ginny. I think Harry might faint when he sees you.”

“You think he'll like it?”

“He will love it!” She walked over and wrapped her arms around her, hugging her tight.

“I'm sorry, Hermione.” Ginny said as they parted. She continued when she saw her confused look. “About Marc. When I found out, it was too late to decline.”

“It's okay, Gin. I'll make it through.”

“Do you have a date?”

“Sort of.” She sighed as she flopped down Ginny's bed. “Fred is taking me.”

“Fred? Didn't you ask George?”

“I did but he already asked Katie.”

“Oh, I'm sure it won't be that bad.” Ginny waved her hand in the air.

“Let's hope not.” Hermione chuckled. “Come on, let's get downstairs. I just saw the boys arrive.”

“By the way... You look beautiful, Hermione.” Ginny said as she checked her over once again as they walked down the stairs arm in arm.

“Thank you.” They stepped in the living room, and she saw Harry, Charlie, George and Fred standing there. Hermione's eyes widened as she pushed Ginny back out.

“Wha- Hermione?!”

“Ginny, wait in the kitchen. Harry's here.” She heard Ginny grumble as she shuffles away.

“Harry!” She yelled and all the men turned to look at her. All of their mouths dropped open one by one. “You almost ruined it. I had to push Ginny out just now before you caught a glimpse of her.” Hermione saw their shocked faces and looked behind her. “What are you all looking at?”

“At you, love. You look absolutely gorgeous.” George smiled as he twirled her around. “A shame I see you as my sister.” He winked. Hermione chuckled as she slapped his chest. Then Harry took her hand and twirled her around under his arm.

“George is right, you look stunning.” Harry smiled at her.

“Beautiful.” As she's passed to Charlie. With one last twirl, she ended up in Fred's arms. She looked up at him and saw him staring down at her. He looked a bit uncomfortable before he cleared his throat.

“Not bad for a bookworm.” He saw his twin glare at him in the corner of his eye while Hermione took a step back, frowning. “Sorry, old habits. You look nice.”

He heard his brothers and Harry scoff but ignored them. Hermione gave him a strained smile before walking to the kitchen.

“Ouch!” Fred yelped as his brother slapped his head.

“Try harder.” George grumbled and followed Hermione to the kitchen. Leaving Fred staring at his retreating back.

Hermione was standing next to Ginny as she exchanged her vows. Hermione's eyes wandered over the crowd and stiffened when she saw Marc sitting in the fourth row with Tessa, watching her intently. She looked away quickly and her eyes found George. George immediately saw her stiffened figure and looked behind him. His hands clenched as he found the target. Fred noticed his twins’ change in behavior and followed his gaze before he looked at Hermione. Hermione had already turned her attention back to the bride and groom, but he saw her fingernails dig into her palm.

After the ceremony, Fred walked up to her to offer his arm as they made their way to their table. Fred shot daggers at that Marc kid when they passed as Hermione looked the other way. When they reached the table, George and Katie were already sitting there.

“Hi Katie, you look beautiful.” She smiled as she sat down.

“Me? Look at you. Have you seen the way the men looked at you?” Katie grinned at the girl. Hermione blushed a bit as she took a drink from the table. “Even that git Marc, his mouth fell to the floor. That girl he's with had to nudge him to give her attention.” Katie laughed and Hermione grinned at that.

“Oh, it's the first dance.” George said as he looked over at the dance floor. Soon his parents followed, along with Ron and Leanne, Katie's friend. George stood up and offered his hand to Katie who smiled and took it, finding their way to the dance floor. She saw Marc and Tessa join the dance party and Hermione gripped her glass tighter.

“Hey.” Fred started and laid his hand on hers. “Let's go make him jealous, alright?”

“You don't have to, Fred. I'm fine.”

“No, you're not. And believe me, I don't mind. I quite like dancing.” He grinned as he pulled her up. “Now let's go.”

Hermione let him pull her to the others and Fred placed one hand on her waist and the other in her hand. They moved slowly to the music, twirling her every once in a while. Neither said anything as it felt awkward, like they were mandatory to dance together. After a twirl Fred pulled her closer and her eyes widened in question.

“He's watching.” He whispered in her ear. Hermione had a chance to glance over to him as they turned on the beat of the music. “Want to give him a show?”

“What d-?” Her question was interrupted by Fred's lips on hers. It was just a chaste kiss, nothing major.

“Ha! He's turning red.” Fred grinned as he took a risk to glance over her head. He looked back down at her smiling. “His girlfriend doesn't look so happy about his reaction.”

“Can I take over?” George tapped on Fred's shoulder. Fred looked at his twin and nodded taking Katie's hand and twirled her around the tent.

“I'm sorry about Fred. I told him to be nice to you, not just kiss you in the middle of the tent.”

“It was just a graze really. It was to make Marc jealous.” She shrugged as she looked up at one of her best friends.

“What's wrong?” George asked worried as he saw a line form between her brows.

“It's just... You and Fred are so alike and yet so different. I feel safe with you, at home but with Fred it's awkward and distant. I want to be friends with him for your sake, but I don't know if it will ever happen, George.”

George pulled her closer and she leaned her head on his chest. “It's okay. Whether you are friends or just acquaintances, it doesn't matter, as long as I have both of you on my side, I'm happy.”

Hermione sighed as they slow danced together. When the song ended Hermione made her way back to the table and Fred soon followed.

“Do you want something to drink?” He asked awkwardly.

“Fire whiskey, please. I need it to make it through the night.”

Fred gave her a weird smile before he walked over to the bar. Hermione waited at the table watching the others dance happily in front of her. Bill twirling his wife grinning like a man in love, while Molly and Arthur were slow dancing, sweetly wrapped around each other. Over fifteen minutes had passed, and Fred still wasn't back. She looked over at the bar and saw him flirting with one of the girls of Ginny's quidditch team. Hermione rolled her eyes and looked the other way. But she shouldn't have done that. Her eyes instantly met Marc's. Marc who was standing alone against the tent pushed himself off and wandered over her. Hermione looked around in panic, but couldn't find someone to save her. She was about to stand up when he reached her table.

“Mi love.” He smiled as he sat down, using his nickname for her.

“Marc.” She answered coolly.

“I see your date is occupied.” He nudged his head in Fred's direction. Hermione took a risk and looked over her shoulder. Fred was kissing the girl after he agreed to be her “date” for the night.

“It seems so.” She answered through greeted teeth. Marc placed his hand on hers which made her jump a little.

“Mi love, he's not worth your time.” He said in his charming voice.

“And you are?” She scoffed and folded her arms over her chest.

“I made mistakes... but I still love you.” He directed her gaze to him when his finger nudged her chin. “You look breath-taking.” He breathed and he leaned in. Hermione kissed him for a second before pushing him away and jumped up. In the corner of her eye, she saw several red heads making their way over to her. She slapped his cheek and ran out of the tent. Ignoring the people that called her name.

“I asked you one thing!” George yelled at his brother after Hermione had disappeared. George had marched right up to Fred and pushed the little bimbo out of his way to glare at his twin.

“What are you on about? Hermione is just sitting at the table while I got drinks.”

“Oh, really?” He asked sarcastically. “Then where is she?”

Fred looked over at their table, which was now completely empty. His gaze searched the room but he couldn't find her.

“See? When you were here flirting and snogging some bint while you supposed to be Hermione's date FYI, Marc came over to her. I don't know what he said but he tried to kiss her. She slapped him before she stormed out. None of us can find her. And that's because of you! You had only one thing to do tonight! To keep Hermione company, to keep her away from that git and maybe crack a joke or two to keep her mind away from him. But no, it was simply too much to ask!”

“George, I-” Fred didn't know what to say, he never heard his twin yell at him like that. In the corner of his eye he saw several of his siblings glaring at him.

“No,-” George sighed and took in a deep breath. “I don't want to hear it, maybe you should just go.” He waved his hand at the entrance of the tent and stormed off, back to his date. Fred stood in shock for a minute, trying to organize his thoughts. He was so lost in his head that he didn't notice the bird from earlier coming back to him, smiling.

“Fred?” She asked sweetly and traced patterns on his arm. Fred came back to reality and looked at the girl. “Wanna get out of here?” she asked suggestively.

“No.” Fred took a step back, looking at the girl he didn't even know the name of. “I got to go.” And he walked out of the tent.

Hermione didn't apparate home, she hid behind the big oak tree on the edge of the garden. She sat there in silence, taking big gulps straight from the bottle of fire whiskey she had summoned from the tent. She had put a disillusionment on herself so no one could spot her in the dark. She heard her name calling from several of the Weasleys and Harry, but she ignored them as she looked at the clear sky full of stars. After half an hour later, the shouting stopped, and she relaxed against the tree.

Why did I listen to George. I knew taking Fred would have been a bad idea. I need to follow my instincts. She thought to herself as she took another big gulp from the bottle.

“I know you're here.” A voice came from the dark. “I hear the bottle sloshing.”

Hermione saw Fred appear in the moonlight but stayed quiet as she just looked at the man in front of her, only two meters away. Maybe if she sat very still, he would go away.

“I'm not going away, Hermione. So tell me where you are or make yourself visible before I accio you.”

Hermione tried to hold back a snort, but he heard it. He looked around and his eyes fell on her, or just right next to her. Fred grinned and took out his wand.

“Accio Her-”

“Fine.” She called out before she came flying through the air. “Fine.” She sighed and made herself visible with a simple wave of her wand. She looked up at Fred who smiled that his plan had worked. “Now, what do you want? The last time I saw you, you were quite busy.”

Fred smiled disappeared as he walked closer and sat down next to her, leaning against the tree. Hermione shuffled a bit to the other side when his knee bumped hers.

“I'm sorry.”

“You're sorry a lot.” She grumbled as she looked at her feet.

“I know.” He sighed before his head turned to her. “But I am sorry. Not only for tonight but for everything I said or did since I woke up. I know I said it earlier but I really mean it.” Fred took in a deep breath as he rested his head on his arms that leaned on his knees. “So... for the get to know each other part...”

“Yes?” Hermione asked with a frown.

“Pfft, okay. Don't really know where to start, only George knows this.”

“And you want to tell me?”

“I just want to explain about what happened tonight.”

“Alright..”

“I don't know if you've seen me since the wall. I mean seen my scars.”

Hermione shook her head and whispered. “No, when the healers came, George and I were ushered out of the room.”

“Well... it left some big scars that will never heal. They are all over my torso and my back. And I had some bad experiences with girls that left the moment they saw me, my scars.” Hermione swallowed hard as he explained what happened to him, what the girls did to him. “So, when this girl showed her interest, I hoped you know...”

“She would see past your scars.”

“Yeah... But I'm so sorry that I left you alone. I saw you tense up at the ceremony when you saw him. I should never have left you.”

“No, you shouldn't have.” She whispered as she looked back up at the stars. “But I forgive you.”

“You do?”

“Yes. I kind of know where you're coming from.”

“How so?”

Hermione ignored his question as she took the same position as Fred and stared back up in the night. Fred watched her for a moment before he followed her gaze. They sat there in silence, not an awkward silence but comfortable one.

“Can I see them?” Hermione asked softly as she turned her head on her knees to look at him. Fred bit his lip as he took in a deep breath before standing up. He offered his hands and slowly pulled her up to her feet. Fred shook of his blazer and Hermione hung it on the tree as she transfigured a branch in to a small coat rack. Fred fumbled with his buttons nervously as he tried to open them. Hermione placed her hand on his and he looked up from his shirt into her big brown eyes.

“You don't have to.” She whispered.

“I want to.” He gave her a reassuring smile but his hand still trembled.

“May I?” She asked as she pointed at his buttons. He gave her a nervous nod and she unbuttoned his shirt completely. He shrugged the material of his shoulders and watched the young witch in front of him as she reached over and gently touched his chest. Her fingers grazed over the scars as her eyes where fixed on his chest. Fred waited... waited for the horror, the shock to strike her face but it never came. After a few moments her soft brown eyes looked up with a little smile.

“Just as handsome as you were back in school.” She whispered in the moonlight. Fred didn't know what to do, what to say. He just looked at her shocked, before he had time to recover himself, she pulled out her wand. “I want to show you something.”

She waved the wand over her head and after a few seconds small lines started to appear on her arms, her chest. Fred took in a deep breath as he reached over and touched a scar on her upper arm.

“Hermione.” He whispered as his thumb gently rubbed the scar.

“We all have our scars, our memories. Our nightmares.” She whispered the last one so softly he nearly missed it. He looked back down to her arm and traced his hand down when Hermione stiffened. He looked up worried and searched her big brown eyes. She bit her lip nervously before she turned her arm. Fred looked back down and clenched his teeth as he saw the scar that read, mudblood .

“Who? When?” He whispered as he softly traced the scar. Hermione took in a deep breath as his finger went over it.

“Bellatrix. A few weeks before the battle. She – she tortured me, tried to get information.” She looked up and saw his face full of anger, teeth clenched and his chest going faster up and down trying to control his breathing. “Only Harry, Ron and George know about it. And Fleur. We went to the cottage after it happened. She healed me as much as she could but the blade Bellatrix used was cursed.”

“George knows?”

“I made him promise not to tell, Fred.”

“It's okay. I'm so sorry. I never knew what you've been through that year.”

Hermione surprised herself when she took a step forward and wrapped her arms around his waist; head resting on his bare chest. Fred recovered from the shock quickly and put his arms around her, holding her close.

“You never asked.” She mumbled in his chest. Fred froze when she said that because he knew she was right. He never tried to get to know her. He never tried to really talk to her. He gently pushed her away and looked down at her.

“I know.” He took her hand in his and led her back down on the ground against the tree. He pulled his shirt back over his head and looked sideways at the girl who had tears in her eyes. “Let's change that. What about 20 questions?”

Hermione chuckled as she wrapped her arms around her knees. “Sure. You start.”

“Hmm, okay. Let start light. What is your favorite color?”

“Blue, yours?”

“Red, Gryffindor red.” He grinned. “What do you want to do for work?”

“I thought we were starting easy.” She chuckled and shoved him, he simply gave a her a shrug and a grin for an answer. “I don't know really. I finished my NEWT's.” And aced them. Fred interjected. “But I don't know. I used to want to work for the ministry but now... I don't know.”

“That's okay, Hermione.” He draped his arm over her shoulder, giving it a squeeze. “Just remember do what you love.”

“Like you?” She grinned at him.

“Exactly.”

“Does your family know?”

“No.” He knew she talked about the scars by the way she looked at him. “Only George and now you. Did Marc know?”

“I showed him after a couple of months of dating. It was right after that he started cheating.”

“I'm gonna kill him.” Fred grumbled and made a move to stand up. Hermione grabbed his arm and pulled him down.

“Fred, let it go.” Fred turned to her looking angry. “Please.”

Fred's face softened as he saw her pleading look. “Fine. Your turn.”

“What's your favorite prank?”

Fred beamed at that question and didn't have to think long to tell her his favorite story. The twenty questions didn't stop at 20. They continued as they talked and laughed at the things they've done. Passing the bottle of fire whiskey between them. And for the first time ever, really getting to know each other. Fred was cackling so loud when she told him she punched Malfoy in her third year.

“I wish I could've seen his face.” He managed to get out between laughs. When he finally calmed down he stood up and pulled her up. “We should get back before they get even more worried. We can continue this in the tent.”

“Yeah, besides our bottle is empty.” She grinned as she shook the empty bottle between them. “Did George give you an ear full?” She asked as they made their way back to the tent.

“You have no idea. He never yelled at me like that before. But I'm glad he did because now I'm getting to know the real Hermione Granger.”

“So I'm not just the know-it-all little bookworm anymore?” She asked. Fred snapped his head to look at her but saw her grinning up at him.

“No, definitely not.” They laughed as they entered the tent. All of the Weasleys found them immediately looking shocked at the laughing duo. George walked over with Ginny in a hurry.

“Hermione, are you okay?” The two Weasleys asked concerned before they glared at Fred.

“I'm fine.” She smiled at the pair. “Fred and I had a talk. We're good.”

George frowned as he looked between the two of them. Hermione took a step forward and placed her hand on his arm.

“Georgie..” George stopped glaring at his brother and looked down. “Fred apologized. Really apologized.”

“Alright. Thanks for getting her back to the party, Freddie.” He smiled at his brother and clapped his back before he took Hermione's hand. “I believe I didn't have the pleasure of a dance?”

“Alright, but nothing too crazy, George.” She chuckled.

“Me?” He said in mock hurt. “I wouldn't dare.”

“Sure, you don't.” Ginny and Fred laughed. George stuck his tongue out before leading Hermione to the dance floor.

“Are you sure everything is okay? Bill and Charlie kicked Marc out the second you disappeared.” He asked as they swayed slowly on the beat.

“Yes.” She gave his hand a squeeze. “Fred- he actually told me about his scars.”

“He-he did?” George asked bewildered. Hermione gave him a sad nod.

“He showed them to me and told me what happened when some girls saw them.” George bit his lip as he searched for his twin in the crowd. His twin was watching them as he drank a glass of fire whiskey. Fred met his gaze and gave him a small smile, knowing well enough what they were talking about.

“I told him about Malfoy manor.” George head snapped back to her, eyes wide. “I showed him my scars. And told him what happened between me and Marc.”

“You never told anyone but me about Marc.”

“Yeah... after we showed each other the scars, we did twenty questions and it got serious quickly.”

“I can't believe you told one another all of that.”

“I don't know about Fred. But I want to be friends with him, real friends, for you. I know how much it hurts you, that your two best friends don’t get along.”

“And neither of us want to hurt you.” A voice came from behind them. George looked over her head and she turned to see Fred standing behind her grinning. “Can I cut in twin-o-mine?”

“Uhm, yeah sure. I'm gonna find Katie.” He smiled awkwardly and shuffled away, leaving Hermione in Fred's arms.

“I thought we could continue our twenty questions.” He said before adding his lopsided grin.

“I think we're past twenty questions.” She laughed.

“Maybe.” He shrugged nonchalantly, still smiling. “But I like to continue.”

“Who's turn was it?” She asked as he twirled her around.

“You start.”

“Hmm okay. Can I start serious again?” She asked looking up at him. He gave a shrug, letting her know she could continue. “Angelina... didn't you two have relationship before the war?”

“We did. But you know war, we drifted apart and when I woke up, she moved on.”

“I'm sorry.”

“I'm over it.” He shrugged. Hermione gave him a pointed look that made him sigh. “Yeah, it was hard at first, seeing I missed over a year of everyone's life, but I couldn't expect her to wait for me. Especially after we weren't really together anymore.”

“But still...”

“The only thing that mattered the most was George being there. That he never left my side.”

“He didn't. I had to drag him out to take a shower or sleep in his own bed every couple of days.”

“I'm sure I would have been the same if it was the other way around. So... you never accompanied him in the shower or his bed?” Fred asked jokingly waggling his eyebrows. Hermione laughed loudly throwing her head back, making him beam.

“No, George is my best friend, my brother. That would be so weird.” Her laughter subsided as she shook her head.

“You're gathering attention.” Fred whispered as he pulled her closer, pointing at several Weasleys that danced around them.

“I think everyone is just really surprised we're hanging out, laughing none the less.”

“Hmm. Probably my fault it's that big of a surprise. But I kind of like making you laugh that loud. I think I finally see the side George sees, or even Harry and Ron.” He grinned as he dipped her low, hovering close to her face.

“George actually knows a side of me Harry and Ron don't.” She grinned as he pulled her back up.

“Hmm, maybe I can find that side too.”

“Maybe.” Her eyes glanced over George who still watched them closely before her gaze fell on Ron who was dancing with Leanne. Fred followed her gaze before turning back to her.

“I always thought you and Ron would've ended up together.”

“I think people expected us to do so. We kissed at the battle you know.” Fred's eyebrows disappeared behind his hair. “But it was just awkward and weird. Probably the same if I kissed George or Harry. They are my family.”

“Yeah, I wouldn't want to kiss any of them either.” He chuckled, Hermione joined in. “My turn... Did you have a relationship before Marc?”

“Before Marc, I had a short thing going with a healer from the hospital since I was always there. And in school... just Viktor, really. Tell me something you never told anyone.”

“That's not really a question but alright..” He grinned before he leaned closer to her ear. “You look absolutely gorgeous tonight.” Hermione blushed at his compliment. “Your turn, same 'question'.

“Oh; uhm..” Hermione looked down at their feet when she spoke up. “I'm jealous of you.”

“Jealous?” Fred asked surprised.

“Yeah, of you and George to be precise. You two know exactly what you wanted to do with your life and succeeded just after your eighteenth birthday. I just wish I knew what I wanted to do.”

“Hermione, you're just turned 21, you have plenty of time to figure out what you want. Just choose something you love, something you don't mind waking up for.”

“Thanks, Fred. I think we're a bit out of tune.” She grinned as she saw the other dancing crazy around them while they still swayed slowly; the tent was getting emptier by the minute.

“I didn't notice.” He grinned before he spun her around one more time and let go of her hand. When she turned back, Fred was dancing as crazy as his twin. Hermione laughed at him before she danced towards Ginny. Now all the Weasleys, plus dates, were dancing wildly around each other, laughing when they passed the girls to all of the Weasley men.

The first ones to depart was the newlywed couple as they flew off to their honeymoon. Then followed by Arthur and Molly, together with Bill and Fleur who wanted to go back to their daughter. Hermione made her way to the bar and ordered everyone who was still there a drink. When she arrived at the group, she placed a bottle of fire whiskey on the table alongside the glasses.

“Where is Ron?” She asked as she flopped down between the twins.

“I saw him and Leanne sneaking away a minute ago.” Katie giggled. George looked surprised at his date as she never giggled.

“Maybe you shouldn't drink anymore, love.” George laughed as Katie's head fell down on the table.

“Girl can't hold her liquor.” Fred grinned as she started to snore.

“Not like our Hermione here.” Charlie chuckled as he sat across from her. Charlie saw the questioning look on Fred's face and explained further. “Once, we did a drinking game and while all of us were sloshed or passed out, she just kept going.”

“Really?” Fred asked surprised looking back at Hermione. “And what do tell, was the purpose of the game?”

“Just some truth or dare.” George shrugged.

“You were there? Where was I?”

“It was over a year ago, a couple of weeks before you woke up. My little Granger here got me out for the first time.”

“Practically had to bound him to get him to come.” Hermione laughed. “But I was right, wasn't I?”

“Maybe..” George grumbled making Charlie laugh and Fred feeling left out.

“George.”

“Fine, fine. I had a great time.” George stuck out his tongue.

“Mature, very mature.” Hermione grinned.

“Well, it looks like it's dead in here. I'm off to bed.” Charlie pushed his chair back as he stood up. “Good night, little brothers, ladies.” He tipped his head at Hermione and chuckled at the sleeping girl and headed out the tent.

“I better get her back to the flat so she can sleep it off. Hermione, you can sleep over if you want. I made the guest bedroom just in case.”

“Thanks, George. Pancakes in the morning?”

“Since you and Fred are finally getting along, I could whip some up for you.”

“Oi! What about me?” Fred called over her head.

“You can help.” George grinned as he picked up Katie easily in his arms. “Are you two coming?” He asked looking down at the two.

“We'll just finish the bottle and we're right behind you.”

“Okay, goodnight. See you tomorrow.”

“How in Merlin's name are you not drunk?” Fred slurred over his words as they walked over the burrow's garden, bottle in his hand.

“I am.” She chuckled. “But not as far gone as you. It's when I mix, everything goes sideways.” Fred tripped and dragged her down with him as he had his arm around her shoulder. “AAAHH!” She screamed as she fell on top of him. “Fred!”

“Sorry. Hermione, love? Can you put your elbow somewhere else.” He groaned as her arm landed on his ribs.

“Oh.” She moved her arm and was now leaning over him as he was still spread out on the grass. Fred's eyes locked on hers and they stared at each other for a god knows how long. Fred reached over and brushed her hair out of her face.

“Oh, hello, miss Granger. Fancy seeing you here.” He grinned up at her, she rolled her eyes at him. “As I do say so myself, you are the most beautiful girl I laid my eyes on tonight.”

“I doubt that.” She scoffed and tried to stand up but Fred had wrapped his arms around her, holding her in place.

“Granger.” He whispered.

“Weasley.” She whispered back. Fred reached his hand up again and grazed her cheek. He slowly lifted his head up and kissed her lightly. When he pulled back, Hermione instinctively bent down to capture his lips again. It felt... natural, not awkward or weird but like their lips had been waiting to touch each other for years. Fred pulled her closer to him, one hand on her waist while the other found it's way in her hair. The hand Hermione was leaning on was moved when Fred pulled her closer. One on his chest while the other cupped his cheek. Their kiss deepened quickly, and Fred rolled them around without breaking their kiss, so she was pinned beneath him. One hand supported his weight as the other traced down her side.

“Fred.” Hermione breathed his name as she pulled back. “We better get going.”

“Hmm.” Fred kissed her again and again.

“Before someone spots us. The burrow is right there.”

Fred groaned as he pulled back. “You're right.” He stood up and pulled her with him. “Let's sneak in and floo over to the flat.”

Fred slowly opened the kitchen door and dragged her with him, still holding her hand. He stopped suddenly when they reached the hallway, hearing a creak upstairs.

“Shh.” Fred placed his finger on his lips as he looked towards the stairs. Once he thought it was save he quickly entered the living room and stepped in the fireplace, and they floo'd to the flat together.

When they reached the flat, they stumbled out, nearly falling to the ground again.

“Shh, little Granger. You'll wake up Georgie.”

“Hey, only George calls me that.” She chuckled as slipped off her shoes. Fred kissed her again when her shoes fell to the ground.

“Then I need to find my own nickname for you.” He said between the kisses that he planted on her neck.

“Hmm.” She hummed as she titled her head back. “We should head to bed.”

Fred pulled back and kicked of his shoes before heading in the hallway. He stopped at his door and leaned against it looking at Hermione as he rubbed his neck nervously.

“So which bed were you referring to?”

Hermione gave him a seductive smile as she stepped closer leaning into him. She reached her hand out and turned the knob of the door at the same moment she kissed him. When the door clicked open, she pushed him inside and closed the door behind her with her bare foot. Fred then pushed her against the door and kissed her passionately. The glamour on her scars started to fade and he started kissing every visible scar he saw. Hermione was unbuttoning his shirt quickly and pulled it off his shoulders the moment she popped the last button. She pushed him to the bed and straddled him when he laid down. She felt Fred stiffen a bit when she looked down at his scars. She dipped her head and kissed the scar on his right shoulder. Feeling Fred relax, she continued to kiss every scar on his chest and abdomen, giving it her full attention like he did with hers. When she reached and kissed the last scar just under his belly button she sat up straight. Her hands finding the knot that tied her dress together on the back of her neck, letting it fall down. She stepped of the bed and let the dress fall down on the ground. Fred's mouth dropped open as she stood there in front of him wearing a white lace bustier with matching knickers.

“Merlin, Granger. You're killing me.” He breathed as she laid down next to him, both laid down on their sides looking at each other. She smiled sheepishly as he looked at her, eyes filled with lust. His breath hitched when he saw the scars on her abdomen under the bustier. His finger grazed over the fabric as he looked up, a line between his eyes.

“Dolohov did that at the ministry, the year you guys left.” Hermione whispered as she looked down. Fred tilted her head with he index finger, making her look at him.

“It doesn't define you. I have to say it even makes you more beautiful.”

“Fred...” Hermione said looking back down, shaking her head as tears filled her eyes.

“I mean it, Hermione. What do you see when you look at me?”

“A genius prankster.” She chuckled looking back at him.

“A genius, he?” He grinned. “But you don't see my scars. You see me and I see you.” Fred kissed her passionately before he pulled back a little to soon for the both of them. “We should get some sleep.”

Hermione looked up at him in surprise and suddenly felt rejected. “Nothing like that, love. I just don't want to start something when we drank this much. I don't want you to regret this in the morning. Let's just see where this takes us. We are just getting to know each other, even though seeing you like this, here in my bed.” He groaned softly. “I don't want to rush this.”

“Oh. Okay, no I get it.” She smiled. “Do you want me to go to my room?”

“Don't you dare!” He exclaimed and pulled her closer.

“Then do you have something to wear?” Fred nodded and kissed her lightly before jumping out of the bed. He started rummaging in his drawers and pulled out his old quidditch jersey. He walked up to the bed and handed it to her before he bent down to pick up her dress and draped it over the chair in the corner. He changed into his pyjama bottoms and a tank top, when he turned, Hermione had already put his jersey on and was sitting on the bed cross-legged, the jersey covering her legs. “It's a bit big.” She chuckled as he dropped down on the bed.

“I would say it's juuust right.” He winked. He took his wand of his nightstand and cast a locking spell on the door. “Wouldn't want George or Katie to walk in now, do we?”

“No, definitely not.” She smiled as she laid down on his chest, her fingers trailing the scars on his chest as Fred gently rubbed her mudblood scar with his thumb, both falling asleep as they traced each other battle wounds.

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