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ot8xbangchansgirlsblog · 27 days ago

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Warning: Angst/mention of death/Blood/MPreg/MxM

A/B/O dynamics:

Omega (Han, Felix, Y/n)

Beta (Hyunjin, Seungmin, I.N)

Alpha (Chan, Changbin, Leeknow)

The series might traumatize you. I really hope you guys like it and enjoy it.

Summary - Request; I've just been reading your A/B/O series and it's so so so good. I was wondering if you would accept an ot8 request where their omega gets in trouble with another pack and Straykids are really worried?

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The walk home was absolutely horrifying, to say the least. Lee Know had rushed back before the rest, needing to break the devastating news to everyone. Anxiety coiled in his stomach as he approached the house; he wasn’t sure how the omegas would react, and the uncertainty made him especially nervous.

When he arrived, everyone seemed to spring into action immediately. The atmosphere was thick with tension, and the sour scent in the air made Lee Know’s stomach churn. It didn’t sit right with him at all. He instinctively released calming pheromones, hoping to ease the collective anxiety that hung over them like a dark cloud.

Just then, an omega ran into his arms, seeking comfort in his embrace. Lee Know held them tightly, offering what solace he could while the betas began to prepare for whatever came next.

“Is she awake at least?” Felix sobbed, his voice breaking. Lee Know felt a pang of guilt wash over him. He didn’t want to stress Felix out even more, but he couldn’t bring himself to lie.

“Lee Know, how bad is it?” Han asked, his eyes narrowing in concern as he noticed Lee Know's silence.

“I don’t know. I really don’t, my loves. I just had to get the kids back to the village and made my way here straight,” he explained, pulling them both closer to him.

Inside, his alpha was growling—an instinctive response to Felix’s vulnerability, especially since he was pregnant and clearly upset. Lee Know’s protective instincts surged, and he tried to keep everyone grounded.

“For now, let’s get you washed up and ready for tonight, yeah? I don’t want you on your feet like this,” he said softly, stroking Felix’s back.

“Okay, can Han stay here? She might need an omega around… just in case?” Felix looked up at him with pleading eyes, and Lee Know felt his heart twist.

“Yeah, I’ll stay. Don’t worry, Lixie,” Han assured him quickly. Felix nodded, a small thank you escaping his lips as he and Lee Know made their way upstairs.

Meanwhile, I.N was finishing a potion at the counter. “I’ve got to get more rabbit blood, Hyunjin,” he called out, glancing at the clutter of ingredients around him.

“Go with Seungmin. I’ll stay and finish this up with Han,” Hyunjin replied, his mind racing with the numerous potions he was trying to memorize in hopes of being prepared when she came home. His head spun with the overwhelming amount of information.

“Are you sure, hyung?” I.N asked, concern etched on his face. He knew how draining it could be to handle potions alone.

“Yeah, I’ve got it. Now hurry. They’re almost home,” Hyunjin encouraged, trying to mask his own rising anxiety. The urgency in his voice spurred I.N into action, and as he hurried off, Hyunjin returned to his work, desperately hoping to find something that could help when their beloved mate finally returned.

When Y/N woke up, a blood-curdling scream tore from her throat. Her eyes shot open as panic surged through her; someone’s hands were gripping her body.

“Hey, shh, it’s me, baby,” Chan said, his voice trembling as he fought back tears. “You’re okay, you’re back with me.” He held her close, trying to ground her.

“My baby, my baby, I lost the baby!” she cried out, desperation lacing her words. She struggled against him, instinctively wrapping her arms protectively around her belly. “Let go of me!” she screeched, pushing him away with all her strength.

Chan felt utterly helpless. He didn’t know what to do, what to say—how to react to her panic. His heart raced as he watched her fight against the very comfort he was trying to provide.

“Y/N, please,” he pleaded, his voice breaking. In a moment of desperation, he tried to let his pheromones envelop her, a dangerous move knowing how it could affect omegas, but he felt like he had no choice. His instincts screamed at him to do something, anything, to bring her back to him.

“Please, it’s all done with,” he whispered, his heart aching as he held her tighter, hoping his presence could soothe her fears. “You’re safe, I promise. I’m right here.”

"Let go of me! You didn’t come, you didn’t come find me!" she screamed at the top of her lungs, fists pounding against Chan’s chest. The strikes didn’t hurt him physically, but the emotional pain was crushing.

“Let’s put her down, Chan,” Changbin begged, his eyes filled with concern. He knew there was no way Y/N would calm down with the alpha holding her like that.

“This is your fault! You promised!” she sobbed, her words cutting deeper with each utterance. Chan felt his heart shatter as the weight of her accusations settled on him.

It was his fault. She hated him now. She despised him.

“I’ll take care of her, Chan. I think it’s better to leave,” Hyunjin urged, stepping forward, his voice steady yet soft, as he tried to create space for Y/N.

Without another word, Chan released her and fled the room, Han and Changbin chasing after him, knowing he could spiral into reckless decisions.

“Leave, just leave me alone!” Y/N cried, curling in on herself, as if trying to shield her heart from the world.

“I can’t do that,” Hyunjin frowned, inching closer, desperate to reach her.

“You... you guys left me!” she sobbed harder, the pain evident in her eyes. Hyunjin felt a tightness in his chest, recognizing that she wasn’t allowing any of them to communicate through their bond.

“Let me take care of your wounds, love,” he pleaded, extending his hand toward her. She hesitated, looking up at him, and for a moment, he saw a flicker of trust before doubt clouded her gaze. “You’re weak and tired. Please, baby, let me in.”

It wasn’t that she didn’t trust them—she adored them—but her current state wouldn’t allow her to accept help, not after everything she had been through. Yet she also knew she was fragile and needed support.

“Fine,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. Hyunjin let out a sigh of relief and called Seungmin into the room for help. A beta’s job, as always.

“I’ll run her a bath. I.N is working on the potions,” Seungmin explained, casting a concerned glance at Y/N. It pained him to see her in such distress, and Hyunjin was the only one brave enough to confront the situation.

His hands trembled as he slowly reached for her, gently touching her pale skin. She sat in the corner, refusing to move an inch.

“I need to get rid of your clothes,” he whispered, his eyes searching for hers, but she was too vulnerable to hold his gaze.

“I can... I can do it by myself,” she murmured. “I’m disgusting right now.”

“Don’t you ever say that, please,” Hyunjin said, his heart aching at her words. He refused to let her think that way about herself. “You are my mate. I have vows to honor. You are the love of my life, and I will never see you as disgusting,” he whispered, caressing her cheeks gently. He longed to take away her pain, to destroy anyone who had harmed her, but first, he had to attend to her needs.

She looked away but nodded, giving him the permission he needed. He quickly removed the shredded fabric, horror flooding his eyes as he examined her wounds.

“Can I hold you, my love?” he asked, needing to scent her, to be close, but her gentle shake of the head shattered his heart.

Clearing his throat, he accepted the rejection, knowing it was too soon. “Can I at least help you to the bathroom?” he begged.

She nodded, agreeing, and soon they found themselves in the bathroom. As he helped her into the tub, small whimpers escaped her lips as the water stung against her wounds.

“I only put Armadillo Bile in the water; the rest will be for drinking,” Seungmin commented, standing by, trying to keep himself together as he leaned on the bathroom counter.

“Alright, thanks, babe. I know it’s hard for you to be here, so you can go help I.N,” Hyunjin said, feeling the tension radiating off Seungmin. The beta's scent was all wrong, and it upset Y/N further.

“I’ll just go check on Felix. I’ll be back in a bit,” Seungmin whispered, letting out a sigh before placing a quick kiss on Hyunjin’s cheek and leaving the room.

Y/N sat there in silence, tears rolling down her cheeks. The last few days replayed in her mind, a haunting cycle of pain and despair. The overwhelming feelings left her wanting solitude, yet she knew that if she didn’t accept Hyunjin’s help, she wouldn’t get any rest.

Once she was finally in bed, her wounds cleaned and treated, she wrapped herself in the blanket, turning her back on Hyunjin as a silent way of telling him to leave.

He understood her need for space but his beta wouldn’t allow it. He settled into a chair in the corner, resolute in his decision to stay. No matter how long it took, he would wait for her.

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"Hello, little one," Y/N smiled brightly at the little rabbit hopping toward her. She was picking strawberries just outside the territory line, a little thrill of adventure sparking within her. She knew she was safe— all the alphas were hunting just around the corner, well aware of her location.

Every moment spent gathering strawberries filled her with joy. The vibrant red fruits were a treat, and watching the animals frolic peacefully in their lush territory brought her a sense of calm. Everyone knew not to mess with the SKZ pack; they were one of the largest packs out there, and anyone who dared to cause trouble would end up in serious trouble.

"Excuse me?" a soft voice broke through her thoughts.

"Hm?" Y/N hummed, turning around to see a young boy standing a little way into the forest, looking shy and uncertain.

“U-um, excuse me, miss. Do you have any water by chance?” The boy asked politely, though his eyes were filled with something she couldn’t quite place.

Y/N furrowed her brows, concern washing over her. What was a young boy like him doing out here alone? “Oh? Yes, I do have a little with me. But what are you doing here all alone? Do your parents know you’re here?” she questioned as she reached into her basket for the water bottle.

“I... my parents were killed,” he said, looking away, shame and sadness mingling in his voice. “I’ve been trying to find a new home since.” He studied her with wide, curious eyes.

“Oh dear,” she frowned, her heart aching for him. “I’m so sorry to hear that. How old are you?” She took a step closer, realizing just how young he really was. She knew she couldn’t hurt him even if he tried.

“I’m 13… Are you an omega?” he asked, tilting his head slightly.

Y/N hesitated for a moment before nodding. “I am—” Her scent, sweet and milky, wafted through the air, smelling like vanilla.

“Are you pregnant?” he asked, furrowing his brow in confusion as he tried to understand why she smelled so sweet.

“Yes, I am. Three months,” she smiled, gently rubbing her belly to show him.

“Well, that’s too bad,” he shrugged, an odd look crossing his face.

“What?” she asked, curiosity piqued. “Why is that too bad—” But before she could process his response, she felt something hard and firm strike her from behind, right on her head.

Pain shot through her skull, and her vision went black as she crumpled to the ground, the world around her fading into darkness.

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“Y/N? Y/N, wake up,” a soft voice urged, breaking through the haze of her nightmare. She gasped and scrambled away from the person shaking her, her heart racing. Her eyes landed on Hyunjin’s confused expression, and she realized he was wearing the same outfit from the night before. Had he not gone to his own room?

“Hey… you had a bad dream, angel. You scared me,” he whispered, concern etched across his features as he pulled her trembling body into his arms.

“Hyunjin, make it stop,” she begged, clinging to him tightly, her voice quivering. “Make the pain go away, bring my pup back. Please.” Her sobs wracked her body, each cry echoing the anguish she felt deep inside.

Hyunjin’s heart broke at her words. A few tears slipped from his eyes as he held her close, feeling her pain wash over him. Watching her suffer was unbearable. “I’m sorry, my love. I really wish I could change everything. I wish I could bring our pup back,” he murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. At least she was letting him hold her, even if it had taken days for her to feel safe in his embrace again.

“Would you like me to get you anything?” he asked, desperate to help her in some way, wanting to alleviate even a fraction of her suffering. “Just name one thing.”

“Hold me,” she whispered, her voice fragile yet pleading.

“Always,” he replied, his tone filled with determination. He tightened his grip around her, letting her feel the warmth of his love and the safety of his presence.

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glassesfreekjr · 1 year ago

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Can we analyse Tulin for a bit?

Apart from being the keet birb boy, perhaps what makes his character so enthralling is how it so brilliantly reflects and offers commentary on the influences that have shaped him.

Whether that be Revali, his father Teba, and ESPECIALLY Link. Hell, it's no wonder that Link & Tulin have garnered such a sibling dynamic. Tulin essentially IS Link, from a time before the burden of responsibility and pain caused Link to cave in on himself pre-Breath of the Wild.

Right down to the veteran warrior father figure (Link's father was captain of the guard) and their acceptance of a newfound legacy out of forthright integrity. Tulin, at this point in his life, has yet to give himself away until there's nothing of him left to give, and let's pray he never needs to.

But Tulin would do that in a heartbeat, if called upon. He is very much his father's son.

You can see it in how archtypical childish spunk is tempered, like steel, by Teba's down-to-earth bluntness and sheer work ethic.

(BTW I wonder if Link sees his own father in Teba? That'd check out.)

But what caught me most pleasantly off-guard is Tulin's skepticism, which has become one of his most compelling traits for me. It's not something you would expect.

He did not believe that the Stormwind Ark existed, and while ultimately proven wrong, it frankly wasn't an illogical assumption to make. Tulin clearly thought through that opinion. He'd also grown frustrated that the Rito placed their faith on a songbook miracle — a eucatastrophe, if you will — instead of something more concrete like personal skill or, say, Link's whole-ass existence.

The second Link arrived and offered his aid, Tulin accepted his help without hesitation. He turned his skepticism inward to reevaluate his own tenets. And it's as a duo that they brought about said eucatastrophe through no one's strength but their own. They are siblings, Your Honor. Aryll 2.0

(If Revali had been blessed with a support network saying "it's okay to accept help. no man is an island," doubtless he still would have perished in Vah Medoh. But there would be less of an ego to shatter. He would have faced death with less blind panic and more dignity. And most importantly, he'd have other people to bolster the wind beneath his wings during his short life. (At the very least, Revali would not have as big an ass not be as big an ass, just as Tulin would be a different person without his family.)

dammit quaquaval you have RUINED me

Also, one thing that everyone seems to miss is just how deceptively intelligent Tulin turns out to be. This kid fuckin' knows his stuff. His mastery of aerodynamics beyond the instinctual is almost on par with Revali at such a young age. And how many precision headshots has his avatar saved your ass with, don't lie.

He somehow managed to follow his father back through time. Tulin can see Koroks.

It's not the same kind of passion-fuelled intellect as, say, Zelda has. More of an unyeilding conviction to learn all he can and put it into practice. About as understated a quality as Yunobo's inexplicable business acumen and economic sense.

As his mother Saki put it, for Tulin to develop as an individual, he needs to experience more of reality and its hardships. Shooting bullseyes and improving one's flying prowess / wind magic can't contend with genuine combat. True to her word, Tulin had to experience mistakes firsthand, and critically examine his own naïve ways of thinking in order to take those necessary steps.

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So then, uh, is it wrong for me to wish something horrible upon him, if only to witness the positive character growth that springs from it? Tulin isn't the sort who'll shatter under pressure, like Revali did at the end of his life, or like Link did under the weight of expectation. Buckle, yes — but not break. Tulin's steadfast conviction, inherited from his father and guided by the people he loves, would assuredly see him through.

In any event, his Hero's Journey isn't close to over. I'd be curious to see Tulin at its conclusion.

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marigold-hills · 3 months ago

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Dunes & Waters, part 44

PART 1 • PREVIOUS PART • NEXT PART

They get the water.

Remus fills a glass bottle he steamed clean before leaving, corks it and puts a charm on it so it doesn’t spill. Sirius is already Padfoot, running in and out of the Nile, accosting passers-by’s and making children laugh. A little one gets prompted by his parents to ask Remus permission, then spends half an hour throwing a stick which Padfoot fetches each and every time. It’s a lovely day. They’re just north of Aswan, where the Nile historically began to flood before promanades were built and agriculture evolved into no longer needing the natures’ assistance.

There’s something sad about it, even while it’s amazing, how the people living there moved forward and harnessed what before was out of their control. Still, Remus can’t help but look at the water with a nostalgia for things which came and went before his time: for five thousand years, people came to the river for help with their crops. Prayed to it, made up gods for it. Now, the river is just that. Beautiful, but not much but a geological attraction.

“Your dog is very well behaved,” the family says when the child has had enough of running around with Padfoot. “What did you use to train him?”

“He came to me like that,” Remus tells them because anything else that springs to mind is not appropriate for polite conversation.

He sits on the grass. Padfoot lays at his feet, head resting on his thigh, eyes closed. The Nile is in front of them, the New Aswan City Amphitheater behind.

“The Nile was a way into the afterlife, you know?” Remus tells the dog. It focuses on him. “A causeway from life to death. Where Osiris drowned, but also where all life comes from.”

A soft huff from the dog, and Remus knows Sirius well enough to know it means keep going. Tell me more.

“I think I know what the potion does,” Remus pets through the dark mane on the dogs head, “I’ve got the translation… not fully, but I’ve got the gist of it. She wrote about control, and regaining it. When the moon is full, before you are made into beast, drink. The gods will speak to Osiris for you. If he’s so willing, forever the night will be yours to command.”

The dog pushes its mouth into Remus.

“I don’t know why I didn’t tell you. No, that’s a lie. You can always tell anyway. We should write to Kingsley. You’re done with what you were supposed to do. And I’ve been keeping you here, pointlessly. Keeping you from going home. Just… well, the translation was something I could still pretend I needed your help with, but it’s just unfair on you, and I’m sorry. I really, I am, Sirius -”

He’s cut off. The dog becomes a man. There is no one around them, but Remus still panics.

Hands on his face, Sirius stops him from talking.

“I’m not done with you yet,” he says. “You think I didn’t realise we were almost finished? Remus, you’re not keeping me here. I’m staying here, whatever my conditions of release were, because I want to be.” Sirius kisses so softly like it could show he’s honest and Remus breaks, just a little bit, because he fretted for nothing. They still have time. Not much of it, but it’s there. Sirius isn’t leaving.

“The translation. Tell me.”

“Follow in the footsteps of Osiris, beloved one, but beware. There is a price to be paid for chance of freedom - the price of rebirth is wading through death. If gods do not favour in your way, the path of return will be lost.”

They sit in silence, Sirius with the frown between his eyebrows he always gets when deep in thought. “So it is about the transformation.”

“It is. I think… well, I think it’s meant to make it so the werewolf doesn’t lose control. It sounds like once you drink, you stay in your mind forever.”

“It sounds like it’s warning you of something. The price of rebirth is death,” Sirius speaks cautiously. Moves himself away to get a better look at Remus. “And I checked, red lotus and acacia both symbolise rebirth. You weren’t planning on drinking it, were you?”

And Remus knows better than to lie, so he stays quiet.

“Remus. My love. Darling. You can’t be… this is an ancient potion we got the recipe for out of an artefact. It’s not tested. Surely you know I wouldn’t let you.”

“You can’t be surprised that I would be tempted.”

“Tempted is one thing,” Sirius runs frustrated fingers through his hair. “But to actually consider it? It’s not worth it. Even if it wasn’t for the fact that it could be a very old practical joke a couple thousand years in the making, it literally has a warning on the label. The path to return will be lost, you said.”

“That could mean anything.”

“Or it could mean that you die, Remus.”

They both sit with the words. The sun softly sets over the Nile.

“I won’t make it if it’s for anything else than research,” Sirius says. “You can’t make me contribute to you hurting yourself.”

Remus lays his head on Sirius’ shoulder, half expecting to be pushed off. Instead, a hand cradles through his hair, fingers get lost in curls frizzy from the day spent by a late body of water.

“Fine,” he agrees, because he can’t imagine a world in which he’d willingly push Sirius away.

There will be ways to test it, he thinks. To check whether it works, what it does, what the warning really means. If death is, in fact, a condition of the potion and rebirth just the optional outcome.

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gleefullypolin · 5 months ago

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Stacy's Tipsy Musing's – Penelope Bridgerton Hot Takes - Part 2

Ok boys and girls, we need to have a little chat about Penelope Bridgerton.

Part 2 has been out now for a couple of days and there have been a lot of hot takes to come out of the season. A LOT of hot takes. I’m going to break this down into 4 parts like I did for Colin ((Part 1, 2, 3, 4, Bonus). 4 questions that I'm seeing really bad hot takes about Penelope.

Not surprising I see lots of hot takes about Pen, because either A) people cannot handle a woman complex emotions and facets, B) hate on a woman who does not fit societal norms and standards or C) are stans who refuse to see that all characters have imperfections which make them even more delicious to watch.

Last time we talked about Colin’s entrapment statement to Pen and her reaction to it. Question 1, now lets get to question 2:

Why didn’t Pen tell Colin about Lady Whistledown after X? (The Carriage, their first time, in the carriage after their first time, during the engagement party, when he gave her the engagement ring, after El met with her and she decided to write the column to protect the Bridgerton’s)

Ok first off let’s be honest, mistakes were made. But let’s also say...some of these moments were not exactly the right time either. So, let’s take each of these one by one.

The carriage, night of their engagement...Ok whoever thought this was a good night is literally insane. Pen was seriously bombarded one evening with not one but two proposals. She was expecting to be proposed to by Lord Debling, had her best friend barge into their dance and ruin said proposal, chase her carriage down, profess that he had feelings for her, finger bang her in said carriage, and then spring a proposal on her. She’s at this point shell shocked with emotion. Now she’s staring down the Bridgerton’s who are literally squeezing the air out of her in love and hugs on one side, and on the other glaring at her and spewing literal vitriol at her that Colin cannot possibly love her if he knows the real her. This is NOT the night this confession would have taken place.

Moving on to their first time. Another moment of shell shock for Penelope. Colin professes to her mother that he proposed to Pen out of love, standing up to her in front of her mother and then taking her to the place that is to be their home. They then make love for her first time in what I would say is every girl’s dream first time because damn girl. Yes! Now I would argue that this would have been the perfect time afterwards to tell Colin, and Pen had the same thought as I believe had they not been interrupted she would have told him. Now I think she could have still tried to tell him as they were getting ready to leave but honestly once the staff arrived, the time was gone.

Ok moving on to the carriage ride after their first time. Here is the second time that she had to actually tell him her secret. This was a great opportunity for her to talk to him. They were alone, it was private. The Queen’s notice did cause her to panic. But I do believe this was a mistake on Pen’s part. While the Queen’s notice going after LW and Colin’s hatred toward LW gave her pause, telling him the truth was the right play here. But she was scared, and she did not make the move and the time passed. Her moment was gone.

During the Engagement party. Ok this one is the most laughable one. El’s demand that she tells him by midnight was the most laughable thing I had ever seen. It was ridiculous to think that in the middle of a busy party with everyone around she was going to unload this giant secret with so many eyes and ears around. There was no way this was going to be where she did it. Point. Blank. Period.

When Colin gives her the engagement ring. Ok this one is where I have a bit of beef with Pen. This is where Lady Whistledown actually tells a lie. He asks her directly why she has ink all over her hands and Pen pulls back and tells him she is writing letters. It is the first time she lies directly to Colin. She’s not withholding secrets; she is directly lying to him. I give Pen a lot of grace in her secret. I gave her a lot of leeway, but this was the one time I looked at the screen and yelled NO PEN NO! But with Portia in the room, this was not when she was going to reveal her secret either.

So that takes to us the night that Eloise comes to Pen because Cressida has revealed herself as LW and is now writing a column and Eloise is worried it will ruin her and her family. Pen decides she is going to write a column because Whistledown is power. Now I know this is not a moment with Colin, but this is the moment that causes her to be caught by Colin. If only this had been the moment that they decided that now was the time to involve Colin because that would have been my dream right here for them to pull him in, let him know the secret, and the rest of the show would have been the 3 of them trying to figure out what to do, but alas, they did not, and I will have to live in fanfiction for this alternative reality.

And so here we are, she did not tell him, and he watched her leave the ballroom with El, the same person whom she was not speaking with for the last year who were seen leaving together hand in hand, and he followed her. And instead of her being able to tell him herself, instead of being able to come clean, her secret was laid bare as a deception to be discovered.

Stick around for part 3....

Why didn’t Show!Pen give up Lady Whistledown like Book!Pen did?

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alloftheimaginesblog · 1 year ago

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can't get you {sirius black}

requested by anon: Post!Azkaban Sirius except he absolutely refuses to go outside in the cold no matter how many jackets he has on bc it reminds him of the dementors in Azkaban and reader helps him work through it.

character: sirius black x reader

Even now five years after his escape from Azkaban, Sirius Black still struggled in his day-to-day life. Nightmares were still a regular occurrence for him as much as he tried to pretend they weren't. Each and every night Sirius would toss and turn, waking you up from your own sleep, and would end up leaping up panting and body shimmering in a cold sweat. He let you help him, let you hold him and let himself break down in the crook of your neck but to everyone else, he was fine; no nightmares, no PTSD, no trauma, no nothing.

There was one thing Sirius hadn't told you about his struggles. One thing he deemed silly and hardly necessary. He didn't want you to think he was weak so he hid it for as long as he could, always having an excuse up his sleeve until one day, his secret came out.

Sirius Black had a fear of the cold weather.

The fear didn't develop for a few years. One day it just... happened. He had been out with you one day, arms bare in the cool Autumn breeze, and all of a sudden the cool seeped into him, cooling down not only his skin but his blood, his organs, his everything. His breath had caught in his throat as his heart hammered. There was a ringing in his ears as his head whipped around - he was looking for it; looking for the Dementor. Why else would his whole body feel cold and dull? Why else would he be chilled to the bone? Yet, there was nothing. He was safe. You'd asked if he was okay, warm hand on his cool cheek which snapped him back to life.

The following day he had put on a jumper and a jacket, believing he had just made a poor outfit choice, but even then the cold crept into his chest like the tendrils of the Dementors and he couldn't... He couldn't face it.

So, he always made up a lie or an excuse to not face the cold.

"Head's quite sore today, love, I'd rather not."

"Moony's going to come here instead, easier that way."

"I don't feel like going out today."

Until one day when he had came out with you during spring time. The last three days had been temperatures of almost twenty degrees Celsius, positively lovely outside, so he had ventured out with you. At first, the weather was lovely with the sun splitting the sky but after lunch, things took a turn.

You were excitedly pulling Sirius down the street to bring him to the new vinyl record shop that had opened up when all of a sudden, he stopped dead in his tracks.

"Come on, Sirius," you grinned, turning back but quickly, your face fell as you saw his expression. His eyes were glazed over as he stared through you. The cold crept in, taking over his body and freezing him in place. He looked horrified at something but he wouldn't respond to you asking him if he was okay. You walked towards him, repeating his name a few times but still, no answer. Sirius's eyes closed, that ringing in his ears was back and he felt like he was under water; sinking to the depths of a freezing cold ocean, unable to hear and unable to breathe.

"Sirius!" You cried out, planting your warm hands on his cheeks and forcing his head to tilt to yours.

Warmth. Sirius could feel it, slowly defrosting him from the outside to the inside. He suddenly could swim, pushing himself up and away from the black tendrils of the Dementors that wanted so desperately to drown him. He swam upwards and managed to break the surface-

"C-Cold!" He spluttered out, choking as he gulped air into his lungs but the air was cold and it wasn't helping. He was beginning to panic, "So-So cold!"

"Here," you said as you hurriedly pulled your jacket off, draping it around his shoulders. You pulled it tight around him but he was babbling about it not being enough, that it was still too cold. Your attempts to rub his shoulders, trying to get heat into him was futile and you could tell he was panicking. You had to get him somewhere safe and somewhere warm.

"Come on," you grabbed his hand, which helped to ground him a little bit with your warmth, "it's not far. Can you walk?" Sirius nodded but he only managed to get about 100 yards before he froze again.

His head was whipping around wildly, "They-They're coming!" He hissed. Passers-by gave him odd glances, "(y/n), they're going to get me!"

"Who, Sirius?" You asked desperately trying to continue dragging him down the street. Grimmauld Place was another two hundred or so yards away, "Who's going to get you?"

"The... The- The Dementors." His voice was a strangled hiss as he looked at you, a crazed panic in his eyes.

You involuntary gave a small gasp, "Oh, Sirius," you whispered as your eyes flooded with tears, "they can't get you. They won't get you." You had no idea Sirius was affected this much. Of course you knew about his nightmares but he always seemed so... fine? But as you looked at him, trying to console him, you realised that maybe this is why he didn't like going out much. It was cold... like the Dementors. It all made sense. Your heart ached for him as you looked at his scared face, "Hey," you said strongly forcing yourself to be brave for him. He needed you to be strong, he needed you to be his strength in his moment of weakness. Again, you planted your hands on his cheeks, "you feel that? You feel how warm my hands are? Sirius, answer me." Sirius nodded, blinking a few times as though coming back to himself, "You're safe, Sirius. You're with me and the Dementors can't get you here. They're gone, not coming back for you. I know that you're cold but that doesn't mean they're coming to get you... They can't get you, Sirius, you hear me? You're safe."

He nodded and you gently took his hand and tugged him, "We need to get you home, Sirius. We'll put the fire on, get a blanket, some tea... We'll get you warmed up, okay?" He nodded again, "I need you to walk Sirius. I know you're cold and I know you're scared, I see how scared you are, baby, but I need you to trust me okay?"

His lip wobbled and his eyes filled with tears but he softly whispered, "O-Okay, I trust you." God you wanted to break down into tears but you couldn't, not yet. You had to get him home, make sure he warmed up and calmed down. You had to protect him. He staggered and stumbled but he allowed you to pull him to Grimmauld Place. He managed okay but around the half way mark, he started to pull away from him.

"Sirius, you're okay," you said, slightly breathless as you wrestled to hold his hands, "I promise you they're not coming to get you. You're safe. I've got you, Sirius. You are safe." This settled him until you got him into Grimmauld Place, shoving him through the door and locking it quickly behind you, "Kreacher!" You screeched loudly. A crack behind you signalled Kreacher's arrival, "Make us tea please, quickly. Oh and put some chocolate on the tray too." Kreacher grumbled something before he apparated to the kitchen to get it sorted, probably an insult but you didn't care.

Quickly, you bundled Sirius onto the couch, grabbing the blankets from the chairs and wrapping him up into them. He was chittering, eyes squeezed shut. With your wand, you sent a fireball into the fireplace which immediately set the logs into an orange blaze. You wrapped yourself around Sirius, pressing your warm cheeks against his cool ones, "You're safe," you repeated over and over, "they can't get you in here, you hear me? You're safe. I've got you, Sirius. I've got you, not them, just me. It's just me and you," a crack sounded, "and Kreacher. That's it." He placed the tray of tea on the coffee table, "I promise you, Sirius Black, they will never hurt you again."

You continued to murmur warm words of comfort to him and slowly, he began to defrost. His body wasn't so rigid and his skin wasn't so cold anymore. He opened his eyes, blinking a few times from the brightness, "I'm safe?" He said hoarsely.

You nodded furiously, "The house has so many protection spells on it from Remus and Minerva and even Albus himself. The Dementors aren't after you, they're not going to get you. If they tried it, I'd send them to hell, Sirius. I'm not going to let anything happen to you, I promise you." You pressed a warm kiss to his forehead, "You are safe, I promise."

You peeled away from him to pick up a mug of tea, "Here," you said forcing his hands to wrap around it, "drink, you'll feel better. Oh, and eat this," you said, grabbing a chocolate from the tray, "open up." Sirius complied with the tiniest of smiles and ate the chocolate. Remus was right, chocolate always helped.

You stayed beside him as he sipped the tea. Once he was finished, you took the mug and wrapped yourself back around him, "How do you feel?" You asked quietly.

"Warm," he said with a chuckle. He was slowly coming back to you, "but I'm not ready to take anything off yet. I want to be warm for a while."

You nodded, "That's fine with me," you said, kissing his forehead again, "we'll just be warm today. No plans, just warmth."

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solarwonux · 2 years ago

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Business Proposal || knj (4/?)

pairing: namjoon x f!reader || ex friends to lovers!au friends to lovers!au

Genre: fluff, angst, smut, slow burn, fwb!au, non idol!au, unrequited love

Warnings: slow burn, angst, panic attacks, mentions of death, and a funeral. Lot’s of crying.

Rating: mature, 18+

w.c: 3.5k

Synopsis: Namjoon is living on borrowed time, and it’s time to cash in. His father is months from taking his last breathe and his life long dream is to watch his oldest son say “I do.”

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a/n: in all honesty I couldn’t wait to put out this part. It’s a tough one so read at your own pace. Also this could’ve gone two ways, I picked this one lolol I’m sorry! LMK your thoughts. Enjoy.xx

Everything happens in seconds.

One moment you’re at each other's throats spitting hate at each other and the next your back is pressed against the kitchen counter. The marble edge is painfully digging into your lower back. If your head was in the right place and you weren’t so sleep deprived you would’ve pulled away. Instead you’re pulling him closer and fighting to have the upper hand with your mouth against his.

It’s a kiss you’ve never experienced before. It's not full of the fireworks people always talk about and it doesn’t make the butterflies in your stomach squirm with excitement.

It’s forceful and hard around the edges. Full of all kinds of different emotions. Ones you can’t begin to comprehend. Neither of you pull away, instead you pull each other closer, clinging desperately onto the one little spark that has the two of you hanging on by a thread. He hosts you up onto the kitchen counter without pulling away. He kisses you harder and by default you retaliate.

It feels like you’re floating on a storm cloud. You’ve pictured yourself kissing Namjoon in the past. Those daydreams were filled with love and passion, grabbing onto each other because you didn’t want the other to be apart for more than two seconds. This was not that. This was a battle between hate. The void between the two of you grows deeper and when his hands start to travel underneath your old tie-dye sleep shirt settling on your hips toying with the band of your pajama pants; you gasp.

His hands are cold. They don’t radiate any warmth just like the rest of him. It’s the one reminder that brings you back down from your gray cloud. Everything he’s ever done and said to you comes crashing down like a tsunami. In your one moment of clarity before his hands get any lower like he intended them to; you push him away with all the strength you have.

You’re breathing heavily. You feel the knot in the back of your throat close up and everything starts to feel like you’re in a tunnel. Your heartbeat sounds loudly in your ears and you can feel the tears well up in the corner of your eyes.

You promised yourself this wouldn’t happen again. That you wouldn’t let a man use you like a toy for his pleasure. Yet, here you were with your lips swollen on his kitchen counter ready to break that promise. There’s nobody else to blame but you and that twisted fantasy regarding Namjoon that a part of you held onto for so many years.

There was only some truth in what you told Namjoon before he took matters into his own hands. The one lie was that you didn’t hate him. There was something that kept you back from doing so back then. Now, you weren’t so sure. Every good memory the two of you have had has been clouded.

You can’t breathe.

The silence becomes louder, the heartbeat in your ears is deafening, and the knot claws its way up your throat. It alerts Namjoon, and he springs into action. He’s witnessed a few of your episodes. He knows what to do. He takes long steps to close the gap between the two of you.

Except you don’t let him. You hold your shaky hand out, pressing into his chest, pushing him away again. By now you know you’re sure you’ve let the tears spill. The sensation of droplets running down your cheeks brings you out into the surface for a little bit. But you’re pulled in deeper when Namjoon tries to get closer again.

Panic, worry, and heartbreak are the only emotions you can pick out from the look on his face. They’re contradicting his entire character and you want to scream because it’s getting worse and you can’t breathe.

“Bunny,” he whispers. Your head snaps up. Rage behind your warm eyes. It makes something twist inside of him but he chooses to ignore it as he brings his hands up, to grasp onto your shoulders. To keep you steady so you can regain consciousness. Yet, his hands never reach their destination and that nasty filling inside the pit of his stomach becomes amplified when you flinch. He brings his arms down to the side.

This is the first time he’se ever felt so powerless and dare he admit it, hurt.

Namjoon swallows, “Bunny, I need you to focus on me. I need you to breathe in and out slowly.” He’s scared. He’s so damn scared because he knows what to do. He knows how to bring you out, but you’re not letting him. That’s something he doesn’t want to understand. It’s something he can’t understand. It’s something that he keeps turning over and over and over in his head as he tries to think of something–anything to bring you back to him.

The problem is you’re still with him. You still feel his lips on yours kissing you with so much abhor. You still feel his hands gripping your thighs, hosting you up. You still feel his body slotted between your legs, pulling himself closer. You still feel the way his hands travel down your sides, your back and underneath your shirt. You still feel the way his fingers go past the band of your pants settling on your navel.

You still feel him everywhere and it only makes it harder to breathe. It doesn’t help that he’s looking at you like he cares.

“Bu–”

“No,” you croak, finally gaining some clarity and pushing yourself off his counter. The landing isn’t a smooth one. You’re using everything in your power to keep yourself upright. “L-Leave me alone.” You whisper, forcefully pushing him away and trudging past him. His gaze hardens, it burns into your back as he clenches and unclenches his fist. He’s never felt so much anger before, and it’s all because he hated that you could still read him like an open book.

He loathed how everything you said to him was something he’s told himself before. Yet, the only person he can blame and truly hate is himself. For everything he did in the past, for springing up this stupid scheme onto you and for giving into one of his deepest desires.

You.

He jumps when he hears you slam your bedroom door shut. If things were lighter he would’ve been on your ass for treating his lovely mahogany wooden doors with such little care. But your reaction is justified because he’s fucked up and he knows that there’s no going back.

In the seconds before he kissed you, he knew your heart had casted him out. It was something he couldn’t live with no matter all the lies he’s ever told himself regarding you and his feelings for you. He couldn’t live with the fact that you didn’t hold him in such a high regard as before. So, he did what he thought would bring you back to him. Except he ended up pushing you farther away.

You feel like the air coming back to you the second you close your bedroom door. The only thing on your mind is Jimin.

It’s selfish but he’s the only one you want to see right now. He’s the only one who understands your reaction. He’s the only one who knows what to do.

So, you scramble, tossing your blankets around looking for your phone. When you find it slotted in between your pillow and Hello Kitty stuffed animal you let out a sob. With shaky fingers you quickly look for his contact name–Jimin aka King of My World. He had changed his contact name two years ago and you never bothered to change it back. For some reason it always made you giggle whenever you saw it pop up on your screen.

Now, it brings a wave of sadness as you just hover over his name, hoping that by some miracle he picks up, because you need him. You click the call button, put it on speaker and throw it on your bed. You start to pace back and forth as you wait, digging your nails into your arms, biting your bottom lip hard enough to draw blood.

Then there’s a slight silence that has you pausing, and you stare at your phone waiting to see if the line goes dead or not.

It doesn’t.

“Hello?” The sound of Jimin’s voice pulls a sob out of you and you quickly throw yourself on your bed cradling your phone like it’s going to run away. Like he’s going to slip away from you again. He’s calling your name but all you can do is cry and mumble incoherently.

“Where are you?” He says frantically. You can almost imagine him getting dressed in a haste, phone in between his ear and shoulder as he looks for something to throw on. “I’ll pick you up where are you?”

You take a deep breath, holding your hand against your chest, pressing down. It’s what Namjoon used to do. It’s what you taught Jungkook, and Jimin to do whenever you got into this state. “N-Namjoon, house.” It’s the only words you manage to get out and he goes silent.

It’s only a few seconds but it feels like forever. You want to hang up. As a matter of fact you want to go back to the night of Taehyung’s party. You should’ve stood your ground then when Jungkook convinced you to go. You should’ve fought harder with yourself when Namjoon sprang up this idea upon you. You should’ve never let him water the seed of hope you had kept locked away, because you knew how it was going to turn out. Everyone around you knew and warned and you decided to ignore them. All because you thought you knew best. When in reality you didn’t, and now you’re stuck paying for the consequences of your actions.

“I–”

“Breath like how we practiced. I’ll be there soon.” Jimin says through gritted teeth. If he’s angry with you, you can’t tell. But you know he’s angry. You’re just grateful he even picked up in the first place.

“I’m sorry.” You let out a sob. His sigh of frustration is felt through the speaker of your phone. You imagine he’s running his hands through his hair as he makes his way around his apartment looking for his keys. You used to make fun of him for always losing them. He never kept them in one place.

You listen to him curse while you breathe like he taught you. You assume the line goes dead but he calls out your name, and your attention is back on your phone laying forgotten in between your bed sheets.

“Don’t apologize. I’ll be there soon.” He whispers and you hear the sound of his front door creaking. It somehow helps in calming you down. Maybe because you know that soon you will be in arms again. “I’m going to hang up now. Will you be okay?”

You nod, before voicing your answer. “I-I think so.”

“Good, I’ll be there soon Princess.”

Namjoon has only cried a few times in his life. The first one was when his pet fish Flounder died. He should’ve known it wasn’t going to survive very long. His father did win it for him at the State Fair when he was five. The poor thing only lasted two weeks. To not scare him, Namjoon’s father was the one who buried it in their old backyard. Still, when Namjoon woke up that morning to find his colorful fish tank empty. He couldn’t stop the wail that escaped his lips.

He never got a pet fish again.

The second time Namjoon cried, he was nine. It was at his mother’s funeral. He stood next to his sobbing father, surrounded by his close family members. In that moment, surrounded by so much sadness he couldn’t bring himself to cry.

During the final months of his mothers life, Namjoon would spend his days after school by her side. The two of them would read books together or paint. He was never really good at it–the painting that is. He was a child prodigy when it came to academics. But he enjoyed listening to his mom talk about colors or different paint strokes he never really memorized.

On her final day, his mother told him. “I will always be with you, just look up at the night sky and the brightest star is me.”

That’s how he lived every moment after her passing. So, he couldn’t quite understand why everyone around him was crying at her funeral. She lived a happy life. At least that’s what she had told him one night. Still, out of obligation he forced himself to cry. It was a pathetic single tear that ran down his chubby cheeks, but he gripped his fathers hand harder than he had ever done so in his life.

He was scared that it was now going to be the two of them. It was until Namjoon turned fourteen. That’s when Jungkook and his mother came into the picture. He didn’t like them at first. He refused to accept them in fear that they were trying to replace his mother, but somewhere along the way after their small intimate wedding. He grew to love them, and every night before he went to sleep he would sit out with Jungkook, look at the stars and hope that his mother was looking down at them.

The third time he cried was in college when he found his girlfriend at the time cheating on him. It was what brought him to you, what made his heart silently accept you. Yet, he stayed reluctant and eventually drove a wedge between the two of you. He didn’t know it was deep enough to drive you away and that made him resent you more than he resented himself.

Eventually he learned how to live with that feeling. He pushed it away into the small open crevices of his broken heart. But now it was back, and it was amplified. He vowed to never cry over someone or anything. Honestly, he had kept his cold heart so locked up he didn’t know he could ever cry again.

That was until he sat in front of your bedroom door. He could hear you pacing back and forth and eventually calling the one person he somehow grew jealous of. The river of tears started silently rolling down his cheeks. Eventually they became a waterfall.

He stayed there, arms wrapped around his knees, listening to the conversation you were having with the misty eyed man he only knew by name. Unbeknownst to you he wasn’t going to leave until he knew you were okay.

The squeak of your door makes you cringe while you open it slowly. Jimin just texted you saying that he was downstairs in the lobby waiting for you. How did he get Namjoon’s address? You don’t know. That’s a question you’ll ask him later, because the only thing on your mind is your escape.

You scoff when you see the hallway empty. Void of life. It’s not like you were expecting anyone to be waiting for you there. You knew all the care written on Namjoon’s face earlier was just for show. It’s just how he was. He was a master at putting up a front, a mask for the entire world to see. Even in the years that you grew fond of him, he never really showed you what was hidden within. You suppose that’s why you were so heartbroken when he showed you his true colors.

You should’ve known then and you should’ve known now.

Silently, you maneuver yourself around the labyrinth he calls a home. Careful not to knock over any paintings or stack of books terrorizing his living room floor. When you finally make it to the front door you feel like a wave of relief has washed over you. But it’s quickly replaced with panic when you hear his bedroom door creek open and rushed footsteps make their way down the hallway.

In seconds, before he can catch up to you. You’re out the door and running down to the elevator. It’s almost as if mother luck has found her way to you again because the elevator is only a floor away when you click the down button. It arrives in seconds and before you even hesitate and go back, especially because you think you hear him calling your name. You step inside and close the doors immediately.

It must’ve been your imagination.

Namjoon lives on the thirteenth floor. For some people that’s a number full of luck, for others it's the number they fear. For you it’s a number that indicates the amount of floors you still need to pass before you get to the basement one. When it does, you feel the butterflies in the pit of your stomach erupt. The doors feel like they take forever to open, but when they do you basically run out.

Just like promised, Jimin is standing in front of the reception desk. He’s wearing a gray sweatshirt and jeans. His hair is a bit shorter but he still looks the same way he did two weeks ago. He still looks like your Jimin, the one whose heart you broke. Yet despite all of that, despite what he told you that day at the flower shop he was here.

The feeling you get inside is something you can’t describe. The only thing you know is that you want to feel his arms around you. To tell you that everything was going to be okay.

You run to him, basically throwing your arms around his neck and burying your head into his neck, taking in his scent. He still smells the same like fresh laundry and Orange Blossoms. He still smells like your Jimin. He stills smells like a comfort and in this moment you never want to let go.

Jimin is the first to pull away, concern written all over his features. He places his hands on your cheeks, swiping your fallen tears with his thumbs. He has so many questions running through his mind.

Why were you in Namjoon’s house?

Why were you crying?

What triggered you?

He won’t tell you the mental gymnastics he had to go through trying to convince Jungkook to give him his brother's address. His final excuse was that the night of Taehyung’s party, the pretty boy had been so moved by one of his pieces that he commissioned one. This wasn’t entirely a lie. Namjoon had complimented Taehyung’s work. Commending him for his growth as an artist, and commissioned him for one to hang in the museum he calls a home.

The problem was that Taehyung was in a rut. He had been for a few months now. So, the canvas laid bare against the wall of his living room. Jimin knew this but Jungkook didn’t. He told the younger man that Taehyung asked Jimin to get him some measurements and what not. Somehow he bought it. Didn’t even question him why he was going over to his brother’s house at midnight.

He simply pinned him the address and Jimin was on his way with his heart against his chest. Fighting against his better judgment the entire time. He needed to see you. He needed to know if you were okay, especially if Namjoon was involved.

Now, you were in front of him, eyes swollen and snot running down your nose. Somehow you still looked beautiful and everything he wanted to tell you was left forgotten. Except for one thing:

“I’m sorry.”

The two of you say at the same time. It brings a smile to his face and a giggle out of your swollen lips. He shakes his head, snaking his arm around your shoulders and bringing you into his body in a gentle hug.

“Don’t be, I’m just glad you’re okay.” He pauses for a second, looking down at you before he asks, “are you okay?”

You nod, placing your head against his shoulder, “I think I will be.”

“Good you can tell me what happened later, let’s get you some ice cream.” He finishes and leads you out of the lobby of Namjoon’s prestigious apartment complex.

The ladder is standing in front of the elevator doors. His doorman probably thinks he’s gone rabid with the way he looks. His hair is all over the place from tugging on it with frustration. His clothes are stained with tears and snot, and his glare is deadly. His hands are down by his side clenching and unclenching witnessing how comfortable you were in someone else's arms. How you didn’t flinch away from him like you did to him.

Earlier, It only had taken seconds for the ice around his heart to melt. Just as long as it takes for Namjoon’s heart to harden again.

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sassenashsworld · 8 days ago

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Preston at Sanctuary

(because he deserves a counterpart more than anyone else)

The List

At first, Preston can’t even sleep. He can’t. He doesn’t even dare to enter a building. He patrols the outskirts of Sanctuary, never letting his guard down, always on the lookout for any signs of danger that might threaten the community.

Five.

Only five survived the Quincy escape.

Five.

The haunting visions of settlers and Minutemen falling, one after another, just won't leave his mind...

Five.

It’s been five days since they took refuge in Sanctuary, and he still can’t let go of his musket.

Five...

He stands in front of one of the ruined houses in Sanctuary. He looks lost in thoughts. He hasn’t been able to rest. He has been working non-stop to secure the settlement, but the ghosts of Quincy linger in his thoughts, a constant reminder of the past days.

He heard the gunshots, the screams, the footsteps running in their back. Their breaths heavy, the gunners closing in, the unsettling gurgling and gargling of feral ghouls echoing around them, panic setting in as they scramble to escape, and the screams, always, piercing through the chaos once more.

Cries of terror, cries of suffering, cries of despair...

He can’t shake off the memories. They keep running through his thoughts, never stopping, always there.

He shuts his eyes tight and gives his head a firm shake, attempting to push it all away.

“No… no…”

A sudden movement catches his attention, prompting him to spin around and lift his weapon, ready for anything.

“Woh boss!!”

It's only Sturges. With a heavy sigh, he lowers the musket.

“What is it?” He inquires.

The man looks at him, concern etched across his face.

“Hey there, you holding up alright? You seem a bit off, friend. When's the last time you caught some shut eye?”

Preston gazes upward in thought.

“The eve of the slaughter.”

The mechanic gives a disapproving look at that response.

“By the stars… Preston, you ought to take a breather. You've been at it without a break since we got here. So, when was the last time you had a bite to eat?”

The Minutemen lifts his brows in surprise. He is a bit uncertain about it. He ought to have eaten. At a moment. Surely. Yes. He has. The first evening at Sanctuary. Sole has managed to scrounge up some tatoes from a nearby farm, and Marcy has prepared some a stew of some kind. Did he eat it?

Sturges clenches his jaw, a heavy weight settling in his chest as he sees just how exhausted and lost his friend has turned.

“Crap… So, you ain't had a bite to eat, huh?” He places a hand on Preston’s shoulder. “You ought to grab som’thin’.”

Preston’s gaze falls to the dirt, and his shoulders droop. He ain’t gonna lie about it. He's been pushing through on nothing but grit and determination, refusing to back down. But now, the weariness is finally catching up to him. He’s feeling a bit under the weather.

He draws in a deep breath, nodding with a sense of resolve.

“Yeah… Look like I could use some food. Perhaps a little rest wouldn’t hurt either...”

The mechanic grins and gives his shoulder a reassuring squeeze.

“Alright then. I'll whip up some grub for you. You take it easy now, chief.”

The other gives another nod. He's too worn out to put up a fight.

He slowly makes his way toward one of the ruined houses, stepping inside. This place may be a wreck, but it’s still got more to offer than being empty. It will amply suffice for now.

He sinks down to the ground, resting his back against the wall, too weary to find better. Exhaustion weighs heavily on him, and he gradually succumbs to a fitful slumber. But then, the sharp crack of a gunshot jolts him awake.

He springs to his feet, bolts into the street, and searches for the source of the noise.

The settlement looks calm and quiet, but that gunshot had to come from somewhere nearby. Preston readies his musket and surveys the area with a keen eye.

Everything is just... still.

There is nothing.

All clear. No threats in sight.

Not a single shot fired.

No sounds of suffering…

No enemies.

Preston scans the area again, searching for anything unusual. But everything seems normal. He scowls and brings his weapon down.

“What in the world...”

He stands there, ears perked, ready to catch any hint of movement or noise that might break the stillness.

As Sturges returns with a bowl of tato soup, he notices Preston still standing in the middle of the street, alert. He approaches with the soup. He can see the strain etched on his friend’s expression.

“What's going on, boss?”

“Sounds like trouble! I just heard a gunshot!” Preston, in a state of near panic, searches for the source of the threat. “Did you catch where that noise was coming from?”

Sturges seem uneasy.

“There wasn’t a... single shot fired. At all...”

Preston gazes at Sturges, his expression a blend of bewilderment and subtle alarm.

“Huh? No, I... I swear, I heard a shot ring out. I just heard a shot ring out not too long ago.”

Sturges gives him a worried glance, his brow furrowed with uncertainty.

“Could be you were just lost in a dream? Well, I gotta say, I didn't catch a single thing. And I was just there, you know?”

Realization drowns on Preston. He finds himself reaching the end of his rope. He now hallucinates, and it's shaking him to the core. A surge of unease and dread grips him tightly. He paces back and forth, seeking to steady his nerves. But he can't let his guard down. He can't lose the little he has saved. He can't...

His breath catches every time he attempts to talk himself out of his worry. He can't shake off the torment that settles deep in his bowel.

“No, no, no... I can't... I can't let this happen. I must keep going... I've got to ensure this place stays secure…”

His breath comes in sharp gasps, and his heart pounds like a drum. It seems like everything is slipping through his fingers...

He glances around the settlement, his gaze shifting anxiously from one corner to another. He can’t trust his own mind anymore. He can’t even tell what’s real and what’s not. The pressure and unease swelling within him are almost too much to bear. He’s on the edge, ready to break at any moment.

Sturges places a steady hand on his back, rubbing it to ground him, offering a sense of comfort amidst the chaos he is feeling in himself.

“Hey, I’ll get Marcy and Jung to check out the settlement while you catch some Z’s. Two folks will be keeping watch. Everything's gonna be just fine.”

Preston gazes at the man, exhaustion carved on his face, a hint of anxiety in his eyes.

“I... I ain't sure I can catch any sleep. What if another vision comes creeping in on me? What if I can't figure out what's genuine and what's just a mirage?”

Sturges places the bowl of soup in his hands and gestures toward the house from which he had just stepped out.

“Sole's gone and set up some turrets around this place. Marcy and Jung will keep watch. You take this soup and fill that belly of yours, then you catch some shut eyes on that bed in the back of this place, got it?”

His friend takes the bowl of soup, examining at it for a moment as if he was minding what it could be. He finally looks back at Sturges, the exhaustion still etched on his features.

“I... I’ll give it a shot... but I can’t promise I’ll find any rest.” He draws in a deep breath, then gives a slow, deliberate nod. “Okay... I’ll have the soup and then catch some rest, sound good?”

“Alright. In the meantime, we keep at it, just like always. If anything comes up, I’ll make sure to rouse you. Don't you worry about a thing. Just... take a breather.”

Preston gives again a slow, thoughtful nod.

“Alright... I'll give it a shot.” He gazes back at the bowl of soup cradled in his hands, contemplating its warmth. “Appreciate it, Sturges... I can't imagine getting by without you."

Even though it's just soup, he finds it hard to get it down. When he finally gets it done, he decides to follow the advice of Sturges and makes his way to the back room.

He lifts an eyebrow, taken aback.

This room, in stark contrast to the rest of the house, has undergone some serious cleaning. A somewhat wobbly bed, but luxurious in terms of the Commonwealth, has been installed. It’s quite the upgrade. The scent of change is wafting the air.

But Preston can hardly enjoy it.

He takes off the shoulder strap of his musket, leans the weapon against the bed's frame, prepared for any situation, and then carefully climbs onto the creaky mattress.

Rather comfortable...

He stretches out on the bed, seeking to ease both his body and his thoughts. But it's tough. His worries and fears keep swirling around. He can't shake off those eerie whispers, and his mind is conjuring up visions that just won't quit.

He shifts onto his side, trying to find a comfortable position. He can’t relax; his anxieties just won’t let up. He can't shake the memories of everyone he lost back in Quincy. The memories of their faces and the painful sounds of their cries and the gunfire. It's all too much...

He closes his eyes tightly, battling to shove those thoughts aside. He wants to rest. It’s what he truly needs right now, be feels like he’s trapped in hell with no way out.

His mind is a maelstrom of fear and anguish.

Despite the fatigue weighing him down, he can't shut it all. He can’t find peace. Every time he drifts off to sleep, another nightmarish hallucination jolts him awake.

Then, at a moment he can't quite place, something shifts.

He opens his eyes, feeling a little groggy and disoriented. He takes a moment to get his bearings and realize where he is. He glances at the window and notes that the darness has now fallen on the settlement.

He feels almost as exhausted, but there is a slight improvement. He can't deny it; he should have gotten some hours of rest in his body, and he feels already better in some senses.

He raises a hand to his forehead, rubbing the exhaustion from his eyes. He feels still far from rested. However, he can't deny that he did get some sleep, even if it was just a drop of hours.

He sits up on the bed, blinking away the last remains of sleep. He picks up his musket from where he had placed it by the bed and checks the surroundings of the room. Everything is just as it should be, normal. It’s quiet out here. No echoes of gunfire or the moans of ghouls to be heard. He draws in a deep breath and slowly exhale, working to calm the storm inside him.

He's starting to get a grip on things now. But he knows the night is not over yet...

As he gets out of the house, Sturges is hanging around close by. He came his way immediately.

“You call it sleep? You were gone for a mere three hours.”

Preston lets out a heavy sigh and rubs a hand over his face in frustration.

“I attempted to find some peace, but it was a struggle. I hardly got a wink. Just kept seeing things that weren't there...” He casts a glance at his friend. “I’ve got a handful of hours, but it sure doesn’t seem like it’ll be enough...”

Sturges gives him a worried glance, like he's trying to figure out what's really going on in that head.

“You gotta take it easy, boss. You can't just keep pushing like this. It's not gonna end well. You're gonna wear thin if you don't look after yourself.”

A shout from Marcy diverts them from their conversation, and they dash with the same step towards the bridge of Sanctuary. Preston drops his gun, a look of surprise crossing his face as he sees it’s Sole coming back from the mission.

They've done it!

They've taken care of that old factory, driving out those raiders, and now they've got another settlement on their side with the Minutemen!

As soon as he hears the news, Preston feels a sense of liberation floods through him, lifting a weight off his shoulders.

“You actually pulled it off!? You really took care of those raiders and set up a new settlement? That’s impressive!” He can hardly wrap his mind around it. That news sparks a fire in his heart, igniting a sense of hope and thrill for what lies ahead. “You actually made it off... you made it happen!”

He’s grinning wide, and tears of relief starts to well up in his eyes. Sole lets out a hearty laugh and gives him a friendly pat on the shoulder.

“Of course we did it, Preston! We're the best team there is.”

Sturges too has a smile from ear to ear, giving Sole an enthusiastic stroke on the back, filled with pride.

“You really knocked it out of the park, Sole! Well, would you look at that! A fresh settlement has popped up in the team Minutemen! That's downright incredible!”

As they huddle around a fire for a warm evening meal, Preston finally feels it to enjoy his share of the food. It's just so delicious. His savior is sitting beside him, relishing their own portion of the Radstag they brought back for all the Quincy survivors to feast on.

“Hey there, I’ve been mulling over a thought...”

Sole takes a bite and gazes at Preston with curiosity.

“Yeah? What is it? Something on your mind?”

“Do you ever sense to truly belong to our cause? I believe you've got what it takes, no doubt about it.”

The vault dweller raises an eyebrow, caught off guard by the unexpected request. They weigh their words with caution before they let them out.

“You... you think so? I mean, I'm not sure I have what it takes. I'm just trying to survive, you know? I lack the training and the experience that you guys have.”

Preston lets out a light laugh.

“Are you talking about me? Because, you know, there ain't another one around. And I hate to break it to you, but you’ve done more than just survive. You’ve built a home for us all. You’ve lent a hand to another settlement in need. You’ve even taken out a whole nest of raiders! We owe you a lot. You’ve got what it takes to be a Minuteman, no doubt about it.”

Sole hesitates for a moment, weighing their options meticulously. They never judged it from that angle before.

“I guess...I guess you're right. When you put it like that, I guess I have been helping out a lot. But... I'm not sure about becoming a full-fledged Minuteman. That's a big responsibility—

They catch Preston's hopeful gaze and pauses, the words hanging in the air as they reconsider their next move.

“Okay. Okay, I sign up. It's fine!”

The Minutemen's face lights up with happiness.

“That's fantastic, General!”

The other nearly gags on the food, struggling to swallow.

“G-General? That's quit the promotion!”

Preston chuckles.

“You know, I’ve seen a lot of folks out there, but you’ve got something special. Folks are already gathering around you. Being the last one of the Minutemen, nobody can argue my choice.”

Sturges pipes up, his smile spreading across his face.

“You know, that’s a solid argument. You've got more guts and smarts than anyone I've come across out here. You've got the makings of a true leader!”

Sole glances at Sturges, then shifts their gaze to Preston, utterly bewildered.

“Are you sure about this? I'm just a normal person who's trying to survive.”

The Minutemen shakes his head, a warm smile on his face, as the mechanic puts a reassuring hand on the survivor's shoulder.

“Don’t underestimate yourself. You've got more in you than you think. You've got a real talent for rallying folks and sparking that fire in them, and let me tell you, that's worth more than any cap out there.”

When Sole finally gives in and accepts, and that Sturges brings out some bottles of beer by the fire, Preston almost sinks in in relief. He's got himself a new leader. He has a new General.

And he feels it, a solid one.

A fine, fine General of the Minutemen.

And before he realizes it, Preston doesn't only sink in.

He drifts off into a well-earned sleep.

#noskipnovember #no skip november #fallout 4 #fallout #fo4 #preston garvey #preston #sturges fo4 #sole survivor #fallout companions #fallout4 #fallout 4 companions

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shy-urban-hobbit · 5 months ago

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Aiden/Lambert angst

C/W character death

Aiden groaned, trying to simultaneously rub the sleep from his eyes and move his hair off his face. Crap, when had he fallen asleep?

Someone let out an amused huff next to him, "Mornin' Sunshine."

Aiden's breath left him in a shaky exhale as he flipped his body to fully face the other side of the bed.

"Lambert?"

"You expecting someone else?" He asked arching an eyebrow.

Aiden saw his cocky expression morph into one of concerned panic just before his vision started to blur.

"Oh shit, Aiden. Please don't cry."

Aiden didn't need to be able to see Lambert to know that the other would be looking like one of his own bombs was about to go off in his face. He could almost feel the heat from Lambert's hand as it hovered awkwardly in the vicinity of his shoulder. His Wolf never did know how to handle tears, from anybody.

"I'm sorry, Lambert. I'm so sorry!"

"For what? It's not like you're the one that pumped me full of venom."

"Which happened because you shoved me out the way! You stupid-" Aiden broke off as another sob shook his entire body, "You should have let me take the fucking hit."

"Like I was gonna do that. Besides, outcome would still be the same. Just reversed."

Aiden could hear the shrug. His sob turned into a snarl as the others nonchalants filled him with anger.

"Why aren't you mad at me?" He demanded, scrubbing furiously at his eyes to glare at the other, tears still falling, "This is all my fault. I know it, you know it. Your family-"

"Won't blame you." Lambert interrupted firmly, "They all know the life. Something like this was bound to happen eventually and Vesemir gave his word you're as much an honorary Wolf as Coen, remember?"

Aiden felt fingers ghost through the ends of his hair, "They won't punish you for something I did. Despite what people think I'm capable of thinking for myself and I don't regret it."

Aiden could only lie there and take in the others still haggard appearance as he continued playing with his hair. Golden eyes slightly sunken and surrounded by dark circles that had nothing to do with potions, skin too pale apart from the spider web disappearing under the neck of his tunic, showing the path of the manticores venom. More than anything, Aiden wanted to reach out to him but something was holding him in place, warning him the moment would be gone if he moved.

"Try and get some more sleep, you look about as good as I probably do right now. I promise it's going to be alright, Kitten. Just, don't cry over this again, it's not worth it. I'm alright, honestly. Nothing hurts anymore and I'm going to be right there with you. Please don't cry."

"Lambert, I.." The rest of the declaration drifted as Aiden's eyes suddenly felt incredibly heavy, drifting closed of their own accord.

The last thing he was aware of was Lambert giving that crooked grin he loved so much, "I know. You too. So damn much."

The pillow was damp when Aiden woke and he didn't need to check the other side of the bed to know it would be stone cold. He buried his nose into the soft, worn fabric of the tunic he'd tucked by his head, already dreading the day the scent would be truly gone.

It was some sort of cruel mockery that he could see the start of the mountain pass leading to Kaer Morhen from his window. He never thought it was a journey he'd have to make alone but Lambert's family needed to hear it from him rather than through gossip in the spring. They needed to know what had happened to their youngest Pup.

Part of him hoped Vesemir would disregard past claims and...what? Banish him, execute him? At this point he'd happily take anything the remaining Wolves saw fit to dish out. Penance for breaking his one promise to them.

"I promise I'll keep him safe."

Aiden couldn't put it off any longer and - if he were being honest with himself - he didn't want to. He grabbed his pack from by the door, hyper aware of the silver Wolf's head tucked away safely, ready to join it's brethren on the medallion tree. The thought caused a fresh wave of grief to wash over him, "Sorry, Lambert." He whispered, wiping his eyes quickly, but not quickly enough to stop a few tears falling.

It looked like this was to be a journey of broken promises.

#the witcher #the witcher fanfiction #aiden/lambert #aiden x lambert #lambert/aiden #lambert x aiden #lambden #witcher aiden #witcher lambert #lambert

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epictacobird · 2 years ago

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Dorms react to Demon Slayer!Mc

Welcome back! Here’s Scarabia’s part with Kalim and Jamil. So sorry it came out so late. But hey! Spring break! Hopefully the next part comes out sooner. Again, thank you for reading my self indulgent thing. I still love you all <3

No gendered pronouns for Yuu/MC, can be platonic or romantic blah blah

Heartslabyul - Savanaclaw- Octavinelle - Scarabia(here)- Pomefiore - Ignihyde - Diasomnia

Warnings: angsty, ptsd mentioned, dark themes, spoilers for book 4 and 5

Context:

You're a demon slayer, an extremely experienced one at that. You have been fighting demons ever since you were young, and preparing to do so even younger. When you were unexpectedly thrown into Twisted Wonderland and admitted to NRC, you hid your sword in your uniform, and stashed away your clothes once you could. You figured the best way to survive here was to hide your cards. After all, being surrounded by morally questionable strangers with magic was not ideal. In case you really needed it, you figured it was best to pretend to be weak so your strength could cover you when you needed it most.

Now that a few months have passed and you've gained reliable friends, you didn't see a point anymore. You felt safer than you ever have in your entire life. You were no longer on a battlefield, no longer surrounded by the pained cries of the people you failed to save. But the battle was catching up to you. Now that you were no longer fighting constantly, you had more time to think. You're nightmares of battle have been getting worse and you can't escape it. The guilt of hiding such an integral part of yourself from your friends wasn't helping either. Eventually though, you let the dam break. You tell them about your life, the reason behind your scars and show them your sword. There's tears in your eyes and you're shaking like the child you once were long ago.

Jamil

No one can spot a liar better than another, more experienced, liar.

He knew immediately you were up to something. While yes, he didn’t take interest immediately, he definitely did once he realized he could use you.

He noticed all your little mannerisms, your tell-tale signs that you were a fighter of some sort. After all half his job was spotting assassins. And he could easily tell you were trained to fight.

He knew you were strong, and after some small manipulation and careful observation on his end he determined you were actually carrying a weapon. There was a sword on your back, and if he didn’t know any better he would’ve detained you and labeled you an assassin. Of course he knew you weren’t, you being from another world and all.

So he played along with your little “I’m a magicless and weak human” act until the moment came when he could use you.

It was when he was about to overblot, rather than throwing you to the ends of the world with the others he decided to keep you there.

His malicious grin looked down at you, watching your pathetic attempt to continue your lie. You were grouped together with your friends, watching the panic cover your faces as the blot took over his body.

He laughed, “Are you just going to stand there? Prefect?!” He lurched toward you, “You and I both know your capable of so much more! So why don’t you show that off?”

He activated his unique magic, leaving you completely under his spell. You were trapped, in that moment all you saw was a demon. But you were helpless. You blacked out and lost control of your mind and body.

You watched your friends get shot into the sky as Jamil ordered you in the dorm. You stood by his side as he sat on the throne basking in his own victory.

Jamil swirled around his drink in hand, looking down at everyone under his control arrogantly. You were still stuck to Jamil’s side, standing at attention as he sat languidly on his throne. You were no genie in a bottle but you sure as hell could deal with any brat that tried to defy him.

“Show me your sword.”

You nodded, your now bright red eyes never leaving Jamil as you carefully took the sword from its hiding place. You broke the seal and unsheathed the sword. It’s blade reflected the twisted glow of Jamil’s eyes. “A katana? What would you use this for?”

Being forced under his spell, you replied with all honesty. You explained what demons were and what it meant to be a demon slayer. You even were forced to spill your breathing technique.

Jamil is impressed in the way the arrogant and pretentious villain of a fairy tale would be. He found his best soldier, and he wasn’t going to let you go to waste.

When the octavinelle trio, Kalim and Grim came back, Jamil decided to let you free to fight. You hadn’t unsheathed your sword, as it was back in its hiding place, so you were just fist fighting.

And dear god you were winning. They were hesitant to use magic, since one wrong move may mean death to you. And since only Floyd and Jade had any sort of experience fighting without magic, it was a 2 v 1.

They assumed Jamil aided you with magic with they way you made them fly. Floyd was complaining about the bruises you left on him for weeks. But Jamil grew tired bu the way the battle dragged on. So with a wave of his hand he gave you a new order.

“Finish them.”

The opposing team froze, unsure by what he meant. You on the other hand prepared to draw your sword from its hiding place.

In that moment you heard a tiny voice call out your name. It was Grim, and he sounded terrified. Other than Jamil, he was the only one in that moment that knew what you were about to do.

No one knows exactly how, but you had a moment of recognition. The red glaze disappeared from your eyes as the spell broke. You withdrew your hand and retreated to your friends, scooping up Grim and holding him close. You whispered an apology as everyone else sighed in relief.

Of course, Jamil was furious and flew into a rage. Everything followed its course and eventually he was defeated.

At the party, you approached Jamil first. He confessed he had a broken memory of his overblot. You had blacked out while you were under his control, so you had no idea how much you told him.

Overtime, Jamil remembered more about his overblot. He remembered the story you told him. During SDC he’ll end up confronting you about it. His reaction is more of a calm understanding. The pieces of his broken memory came together.

As you finished your confession, you could see the mixed emotions swirling in Jamil’s eyes. Was he upset? Mad? Pitying even?

Jamil didn’t know how to feel himself, on one hand you had a terrible life, on the other he was furious you held yourself back like that. To someone who was forced to do that his whole life, seeing someone do it so willingly was infuriating.

But he saw how tired you were. The way you carried yourself was unnatural for a teenager. The way you reacted to safety and relaxation was frankly depressing. And maybe he had no place to judge, considering he was about to use your trauma to fight your friends.

He settled on a soft smile instead, “So that’s who you really are? I’m glad you can share this so willingly with me considering everything.” He looked away for a moment, “Although I am still curious about what you can do.”

Kalim

Being as carefree as he is, he didn’t see you as anything other than another amazing student at NRC. He did think your entrance was a little odd (he could’ve done without your friend lighting his ass on fire) but promptly forgot about it.

He thought you were so fun to be around! When you came around to Scarabia during winter break, he never enjoyed himself more.

When he and the others were shot into the sky, he was terrified for both you and Jamil. Why would Jamil take you away out of everyone? Why did this happen?

He was so shocked to see you fight the tweels, he had no idea you were that strong! It made a little more sense why Jamil decided to take over your mind.

You helped him a lot with all the trust issues after. You always offered an ear as he ranted. Even if it wasn’t about his troubles, you showed the same care nevertheless.

You two were close friends throughout SDC. You meant so much to him, and he did to you.

You never met someone so genuine and happy in a long time, even outside your stay at NRC. It was refreshing to be around him, you felt as if things would truly be ok.

You were the one who accidentally confessed this time. Over the past week you were just exhausted. Due to your nightmares you’ve been getting less sleep than normal. Getting through classes was hard enough as it is, but now you had the extra responsibility of staying awake.

And as much as you loved being manager of the NRC’s group for SDC, if Vil overblotted you were going to break something.

“I don’t trust this trend Kalim! One or two times sure, but four? I don’t think I can handle another overblot. Especially since I’m so useless! I’m magicless, the only other way I know how to defeat someone is to-“

“Huh? To what?” Kalim urged you to go on.

You waved away your train of thought, “Ah, never mind. It’s a long story anyway.” You laughed it off.

Both of you were laying on the roof of Ramshackle. You had caught Kalim practicing late at night again, except this time you were just staring at the stars relaxing. Once he saw you up there, he completely forgot about his training and ran up to join you.

“Why are you up here anyway?” He asked, turning his head to face yours.

You hummed, “I always come up here when I can’t sleep. I like looking at the stars, even though the constellations aren’t the same, it reminds me of home.”

“You really miss your home huh?” Kalim spoke quietly.

It may have just been the exhaustion, or maybe the way Kalim innocently posed the question. Or maybe it was just Kalim, his pure and unwavering kindness to everyone. His honesty and innocence that broke down your war-ridden walls. Either way, you begun to cry.

It was silent, in fact, Kalim almost didn’t notice even if he was looking at you because it was so dark. But he did, and he panicked.

Kalim shot upright, waving his hands in a frenzy. “Wait! I’m so sorry! I kinda say things without thinking, Jamil gets on me about it all the time! I didn’t mean to make you cry-“ He covered his face with his hands and groaned, “I’m so sorry…”

You wiped away your tears, looking away shamefully, “No you’re alright. It’s just-“ You faltered, “I guess it’s kind of complicated.”

“Oh, well…” Kalim frowned, “Do you want to talk about it?”

“It’s not something that I normally bring up.” You laughed softly, “It’s not a happy topic, but…” You took in a shaky breath, willing your voice to stay steady, “If you’re alright with it…can I? I’ll have to warn you though, it really isn’t a happy story.”

Kalim smiled reassuringly, and nodded. He listened as you confessed your thoughts. You wanted to go back home, after all you still had a duty to fulfill. On the other hand, what crazy person would really want to go back to a place where they faced death every night? You were safe here, living a normal life with friends that you didn’t have to worry about them dying in a terrible way.

You were so conflicted, hurt and guilt clawed at you relentlessly. And Kalim listened to it all, and by the time you finished he was practically crying with you. He wanted to help you, but how could he? His version of helping never seemed to help Jamil, so would it help you?

“Kalim! Why are you crying?” You smiled sympathetically as you wiped away his tears. Laughing quietly to yourself as Kalim sniffled.

“It’s just so sad! But your so brave and- and…” Kalim sighed, “I’m supposed to be comforting you.”

You shook your head, “You’ve already helped so much, Kalim. Just promise to stay safe too and we’ll call it even?”

Kalim gave a toothy smile and engulfed you in a hug, “Alright, oh hey! Why don’t we go on a magic carpet ride? It’ll make both of us feel better!” He laughed, “And whatever happens from here, I promise to never let you leave without a smile!”

*****

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coldresolve · 10 months ago

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Moneymakers, pt.xliv // Interlude

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The house is breathing. There’s no other way to describe it.

An inhale. The room expands rapidly. The walls disappear from view, as does the ceiling, and the floor on which he lies. Conrad feels like he’s falling. Not just suspended; falling, with all the associated panic, the flailing limbs, the flickering sense of orientation. Lights flash around him, and sounds spring from constantly moving sources, a voice that talks to him from below, then above, then below, then above…

Then he’s conscious. It’s the equilibrium, the second between inhale and exhale, where the air moves in neither direction. Dizzy, he raises a heavy head to peer down the length of his body, the fabric over his chest stained red and grey. His eyes seek for meaning and find it, albeit briefly, in the scene unfolding at his side. One foreign hand holds his elbow steady, while another grasps his palm, like a handshake, and slowly lowers the wrist outwards at an angle from the rest of his body. The colors pulse against his retina. His shoulder slides into place.

An exhale. Like water seeping between the fingers of a tightening fist, the air is suddenly pushed out of the room. Humid, smothering. It’s not just that he can’t breathe; it’s the way the room closes in on him, a crushing weight that encroaches on his body, relentless. Conrad is trapped in the lung of a sighing giant, pressed between its ribs and the contracting diaphragm. Concrete doesn’t care much for the plight of the living. Its texture is rough against his skin, and the pain is amplified by the heat of the friction it causes. It hurts so bad. It hurts. The words bubble from his lips. He’s pretty sure they’re not real words, but that doesn’t seem to matter, they leave him just the same. Burst in the air, silently, gone.

There are two facets to it; one is the heaving, the bending of the plasterboard, dipping down towards him, deep beats of pressure, before it retracts once again, and he is free. Another is the texture. Subtle clusters of color and light which pulsate to the rhythm of his heartbeat, writhing like a colony of ants, grainy against his tongue. He can taste the ceiling in some instances, sharp and bitter, coppery.

“You have to lie still.”

Lie still. Still. You have to lie still. You have to lie.

Sharp exhale. Falling concrete slams the air out of his lungs, mounting an incomprehensible weight on his being. The house’s guts churn around him, stone grinding against stone. Arms pinned to his chest by a grip that doesn’t budge, no matter how hard he pushes against it. Red shrieks, and the looming silhouette of his murderer.

Time stands still in the moment where the tension finally breaks again. The sting is drawn out, whining in the aftermath of the crash. He misses against the light, but it vanishes. Seventeen years ago, late at night, they stopped at an inn somewhere along the I-95; Conrad pretended to be asleep. Yellowstone never stuck, but no force on earth could take that memory from him, of being carried through a maze of unfamiliar corridors, rocking along with the steps of his dad, watching the wallpaper drift by through the careful slits of his eyes. An aching cheek is tucked against wool in the thoughtless pursuit of a heartbeat. A heavier core, longer limbs, strange gravity.

He reaches out, blindly –

His hand meets nothing but air.

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#writing #moneymakers #conrad #i know the 'the hallucination is a metaphor' trope is overdone and not how psychosis works but listen. listen #at least i didnt literally make him hallucinate his dead/absent loved ones. so there #also the whole story is a metaphor anyway so i think ive earned that cliche

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harukaprism · 2 years ago

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I will always find you

Pairing: Tighnari x GN!Reader

Warnings: Comfort, reader can be seen as depressed, it is really open for interpretation. Not proof read

Word Count: 828

Today had been going so well, work had been handed out and everyone was doing what they were supposed to, issues were being handled correctly, you were doing well with your work. So why? Why did he hear that scream?

Tighnari was sitting in his room doing some basic paperwork when his ears went rigid, a scream that most would not have heard, it was a scream of frustration, deep sadness and pain. It was a scream he had never heard from you, what was the reason?

Not thinking to grab anything with him he ran out of his hut headed to you, he knew your route and where you would have been at the time, following your tracks and scent he followed you off the beaten path, you were never one to go from your route.

“Dear?” His voice was soft as he looked around, his heart was pounding in his chest, the sound rushing in his ears as he looked around for you. He needed to know you were okay, he needed to hold you; to sap away the pain you were feeling.

Yet you did not call back to him which only heightened his panic. Where were you? Had you been injured? Were you dead? Suddenly, the weak whimperings of your voice drew his attention.

Rushing behind a waterfall he stared in horror as you sat on the cold wet floor, clothing and hair sticking to your skin as you mumbled to yourself, not even words that he could understand. Not seeming to have noticed his presence he tentatively made his way over to you.

Your body went rigid as his gloved hand landed on your shoulder. “Darling? What is going on?” You met his eyes and Tighnari swore he could hear his own heart breaking as he stared at you. Tears stung your eyes, you looked sick, tired and exhausted. “What happened my flower?”

You opened your mouth but tears only continued to fall from your eyes, nothing could be said from your mouth. It was like the pain was the only thing going on in your body, he had to fix it. Picking you up he walked out of the cave keeping you close.

Slowly he made his way to a natural hot spring only a very select few knew about. “Little flower, can I undress you?” You just gave him a small head nod and his hands worked to get your wet clothes off of you, once he had you naked he helped you into a pool to soak and warm up. Finding a tree close by he hung up your drenched clothes to dry.

His mind was racing at a hundred miles per hour, what had happened, why did you look so dead inside, what was going on with you? Taking his sweater off he laid it across a rock along with his pants and shoes. When he saw you again his heart fluttered; life had been brought back to your eyes as you cupped water with petals floating in it.

“Nari?” He could never escape you, the hold you had on him was like that of the gods. “You found me.”

Sitting on the edge of the pool you were in he let out a sigh of relief. “Of course I did, I will always find you.” Worry took over him again as your eyes casted down to the water in what he could only assume was shame. “I heard you screaming and it worried me, even in our rougher nights I have never heard you scream like that.”

Your body shook at the mention of your most intimate nights but you shrunk into yourself again as you sat back down. “Nothing escapes your ears does it? Not even a waterfall?”

Positioning himself behind you his strong hands started to work the muscles in your shoulders. “Not when it comes to you. What is going on dear?”

“I don’t know how much longer I can do this for Nari. I can barely find a reason to get out of bed anymore and keep doing this job I used to love.” Honesty was always something he valued from you; not that you could lie to him anyway. “Most days it is you forcing me out there to work that gets me out.”

Sorrow plagued him, how long had you felt like this and he had not noticed? “I’m sorry I didn’t realize you were struggling.” Thinking quickly he let a smile creep up onto his face. “How about you and I go on vacation? I haven’t had one in a while and having my beloved by my side would make it all the more better.”

You could only nod as your body fell back to his, wet skin sticking to his boxers and tank top. He had already made the plan up, all the places he wanted to go, the sights he wanted to see. All that was left was you.

#tighnari x reader #tighnari #tighnari x you #genshin #gi #genshin fanfic #genshin fanfiction #gi fanfiction #gi fanfic #genshin impact fanfiction #genshin impact fanfic #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact #genshin impact x you #genshin impact x y/n #genshin x reader #genshin x you #genshin x y/n

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abubblingcandle · 3 months ago

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Augusnippets Day 24 - Bear Trap - Ted Lasso

cw mention of traps from the Saw franchise

Roy comes home to the aftermath of one of the Greyhound film nights and doesn't do the greatest job at managing his team's fears

A day late but still counts!

Here on AO3 @augusnippets

"What the fuck are you two idiots up to?" Roy growled, pushing Jamie backwards to flop over the arm of the settee. He landed with a little sharp exhale and flopped to lie across Dani's lap.

"We're never sleeping again," Dani proclaimed, holding a screwdriver firmly in white knuckles fists up in front of him.

"Why ... no I don't care. Go to bed," Roy huffed, pointing at the stairs. In the coaching courses they don't teach you that footballers in their twenties are idiots and you'll spend most of your time parenting them. It should at least be a seminar.

"Nope, can't sleep. Researching," Jamie nodded, rolling off Dani only to shoot back up and burrow into his side.

"That can wait until the morning," Roy raised his eyebrows as they both shook their heads in unison.

"What is he comes in the night?" Dani whispers.

"We need to know what to do!" Jamie waved his iPad in Roy's direction that was showing a video about escaping from bear traps.

Roy sighed, massaging his temples. He had just done yoga. He should be calm, refreshed, centred not frustrated, annoyed and tired.

"One of you. Speak. Full sentences. Now!"

Jamie and Dani both looked at each other, nervous flickering eyes.

"We went to movie night at Isaac's with the team and he showed us the most horrible of films. The man who comes and takes people and puts their head's in increasingly awful situations," Dani rambled.

Roy groaned, "why were you watching Saw at a team film night?" They should not be watching films like that without adult supervision.

"Isaac said it was gruesome but in a fun way!" Jamie protested. "And now every time I close my eyes I think the puppet man is coming for us so I ain't closing my eyes for nothing!"

Roy prayed to anyone and anything that was listening for strength to get through this conversation. "The film isn't real. No one is coming to kidnap you and especially no one is coming to kidnap Dani and put your heads in a bear trap," Roy sighed.

"Why is Dani less likely?" Jamie yelped, snatching the defensive screwdriver from Dani's hands.

"Your whole personality," Roy replied blankly, fully prepared to have to dodge a flying screwdriver.

"Now I'm definitely not sleeping," Jamie nodded, turning back to the iPad.

"Fucking hell. Even if, which it won't, it does happen. You'll just get the key or ..."

"Wedge the bars shut and try and break the spring!" Dani supplied helpfully.

"There you go," Roy waved his hands in exasperation. Maybe finally they'd go cuddle in bed like the little idiots usually did.

"But what if there isn't anything to wedge it with?" Jamie supplied unhelpfully.

"Then I'll avenge your deaths. I have plenty of saw trap ideas," Roy replied with a shrug. Time stopped, both Jamie and Dani froze eyes wide open in panic.

"Dani run!" Jamie screamed, diving over the back of the settee with Dani in tow in an uncoordinated mass of limbs. They both screeched as they clattered up the stairs and Roy heard the guest room door slam shut and click locked.

Ok maybe that was a mistake.

Roy: I am going to kill you

Isaac: I'm sorry! Jamie said it would be fine and then it was too late

Roy: You never believe the idiots

Isaac: I know, it’s captain 101

Isaac: But in my defence Jamie said he had been meaning to watch it but then they ran screaming about sharks???

Roy: Think about it pretending to be Jamie

Isaac: ... I don't think I get it

Isaac: Oohhh I got it ... Jaws

#candle writes #jamie tartt #roy kent #dani rojas #cw saw traps mentioned #augusnippets #augusnippets day 24 bear trap

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whereianonymouslypostfics · 2 years ago

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Silver Springs Part 6

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x reader

Word count: ~10.5k

Summary: Wanda tries to leave her mob life behind to start a family with you

A/N: Today kinda sucked, so here’s another chapter 🙃. This chapter is definitely 18+ only! I’ll be looking through again soon to make sure y’all aren’t kiddos. Enjoy!

Chapter Warnings: Hints of torture, blood, and violence. Smut.

You open your eyes at the sound of Wanda’s furious voice, and it’s almost simultaneous that the hand on you leaves. You turn back to the blonde in front of you to see that Wanda’s holding a gun to his head and you hate how happy this makes you. Boone breaks free from the two behind you and growls at them forcing them to back away but they run right into Nat who looks equally pissed.

The duo had met up as Wanda was leaving Pietro’s office and since Nat was done with her assignment, she was off to get lunch. Wanda accompanied her downstairs in search of you and they simply chatted for the short ride about you and your future at the compound. Wanda was going to try and get you to stay here for a few weeks and despite agreeing that this was the right decision, Nat wasn’t sure how she’d convince you. Despite it being safer here, she knew you didn’t want to put your life on hold for too long. It wasn’t until they arrived downstairs that they both realized it might be a harder sell than they thought.

Wanda was furious and honestly only seconds away from blowing this idiot’s brains out. She wasn’t sure who he thought he was, but he was probably going to die today if someone didn’t come stop her from shooting him. He quickly drops his hand from you and holds them up in surrender. He looks terrified and rightfully so given the circumstance. You just scowl at him before wiping at your cheek with a frown. You don’t realize you’re bleeding until you feel the wetness on your fingers and you curse under your breath.

“I-I’m so--.”

“Don’t fucking lie to me you piece of shit.”

Wanda’s accent always comes out a little more when she’s tired, needy, or angry and you honestly hate the way the hair at the back of your neck stands up at the sound. You watch as she turns to you with a concerned look and her eyes darken further at the sight of your bleeding face.

“Nat, take care of those two, will you? Bucky, get this one out of my sight before I kill him.”

You didn’t realize that Bucky was back until you turn to see Nat holding both of the men’s collars with Bucky by her side. He feels guilty for leaving you not five minutes ago, and is more than happy to lock this asshole up and throw away the key. Or at least hide it until Wanda comes to deal with him.

“My pleasure.”

He’s gone with the blonde being dragged behind him, and Nat’s gone a few seconds later leaving you with your wife who still looks furious. She watches Bucky lead the blonde away and she’s still considering shooting as he retreats. Instead, she turns to you and holds out her hand for you with a worried look.

“Come on, detka.”

You don’t hesitate to follow her on the short trip to the elevator, and Boone is right behind you. You really should have just let him bite the idiot. You don’t realize you’re shaking until you’re in the elevator and the doors have closed. You try to take a deep breath but you find that your chest is tight and you start to panic as you squeeze your eyes shut.

“Y/n, breathe. It’s okay, love.”

You shake your head as you groan under your breath and rest your hands on your knees to try and take a deep breath. When you finally succeed you nearly scream as you stand back up and look at your wife who’s eying you nervously.

“That asshole! God why do men suck?”

Wanda shakes her head because she’s often wondered that as well. Most of the time she attributes their behavior to their ego, and she has a feeling this was the exact same. However, she’s not going to focus on that right now because she’s more concerned with making sure you’re alright. She reaches out for you and she’s grateful that you meet her half way and pull her in for a hug.

“God, I wish I knew. Are you okay? He hit you pretty hard.”

You shake your head because you still feel your cheek throbbing from where he hit you. The sensitive prick. You take another deep breath as you struggle to stay on your feet. You’re tired and dealing with scorned men is not how you planned this afternoon out. You let Wanda fuss over you and make sure the bleeding’s stopped before she leads you off the elevator and to your rooms. You follow her lead to the kitchen where she grabs a washcloth, and some ice, but you jerk away from the ice pack with a hiss.

“I’m surprised you didn’t shoot him right there in front of his friends.”

Wanda shook her head with a sigh before she muttered under her breath that she should have.

“I wasn’t far from it. Did he know who you were?”

You nearly laugh at this because you find it absurd that he did, and that he’d been dumb enough to approach you in broad daylight. You nod and Wanda nearly loses her mind at what you say next.

“Yeah surprisingly. He said he was embarrassed by you and this was his revenge I guess.”

Wanda suddenly realizes who the man was. She hadn’t recognized him immediately because she’d mostly been too angry to think straight. However, hearing this, she realizes this must be the man she’d nearly thrown to the ground in front of his friends when she overheard him talking about you. She immediately feels guilty and opens her mouth to apologize but you shake your head sternly.

“I’m s--.”

“Wanda no. You’re not the one who has to apologize. You didn’t do this to me.”

Wanda wants to argue, but you just shake your head again with a smile as you pull your wife close. She gasps as you bring her front flush against yours with a grin before leaning in to whisper against her lips.

“You stood up for me and protected me, and I love you even more for it.”

Wanda groans as you kiss her and she sets the ice pack on the counter behind you as she reaches up to wrap her arms around your shoulders. She sighs heavily as you pull away and start to kiss her neck, and her breathy response makes you want her even more.

“I’ll always protect you, Y/n. I promise.”

You tighten your grip on your wife’s hips and she moans as you bite her neck. You take a moment to breathe and calm down before you glance at the clock behind you. It’s only 3 in the afternoon and you should probably make sure Wanda doesn’t have anything she’s late for.

“Is there anything else you need to do this afternoon?”

It takes Wanda a minute to catch her breath enough to respond, but she eventually shakes her head and claims that she’s free.

“No. All I have to do for the rest of the day is relax.”

You smile at this before nodding in agreement. You stand up straight and start to walk your wife back towards your bedroom with a smile.

“That’s good to hear because I really want to take you to bed and show you how much I appreciate you. Is that okay?”

Wanda’s already nodding before you even finish speaking and you smile as you lead her into the bedroom and close the door behind you. You spin around and push her up against the door with a sigh and resume kissing her as soon as she catches her breath. You smile at her before brushing her hair behind her ears. Despite wanting to drag Wanda into bed immediately, you want her to know that you are truly appreciative, and you love her a lot. You’re struggling with how to communicate this to her, and you don’t realize how long you take until she’s shooting you a worried look.

“Is something wrong?”

Her hand comes up to cup your cheek and you lean into her with a sigh before you shake your head. You open your eyes and meet concerned green ones with a smile. You turn so you can kiss her palm before you speak up.

“No, nothing at all. I just love you a lot and want you to know that.”

Wanda’s heart stutters in her chest at your words and she smiles widely before nodding in response.

“I do. I know you love me, and I love you too. So much.”

You smile at this and you can’t help but bring up your earlier conversation. You hate to think that your wife would even humor the idea that you’d cheat on her, that you would even want to kiss someone else. You squeeze her hips again to hold yourself back because you need to say this or else, you’ll lose your nerve.

“I need you to know I will never look elsewhere, and I never have. The thing with that doctor, it was completely against my wishes and all I could think about was you and how much I loved you. Please know that.”

Wanda suddenly feels guilty for how she reacted to Vision’s news earlier today. She’s been shocked and angered but not because she didn’t trust you. She was just too insecure to keep the idea of you wanting something like that from her mind. She remembers when you’d first gotten together; before Wanda told you about what she did with her life and how she was so afraid that you would leave her. You deserved better than to have someone you couldn’t be with publicly, who you couldn’t talk about with your friends, but somehow you’d accepted this. You’d accepted this and loved her through everything, and Wanda feels truly ashamed that she’d doubt you for even a second.

“I’m sorry I thought otherwise. I know you wouldn’t cheat on me, I just--.”

When your wife looks away from you guiltily you realize what she’s trying to say. You sigh in defeat because you hate how someone as wonderful and loving as your wife sometimes has difficulty believing anyone could love her just as much. You’ve only tried to prove otherwise for years, but you had no issue continuing to do so until your last breath.

“I know, baby. Is it okay if I remind you how much you’re loved?”

Wanda takes a deep shuddering breath before she nods in agreement. She feels her entire body buzzing and she needs you to touch her, to love her and never stop, but she’s not sure how to put this into words.

“Yes, please, Y/n. I need you.”

Wanda’s plea officially ends your self-restraint and you grab the hem of your wife’s shirt with a questioning look.

“Okay. You know what to say if you want to stop?”

Wanda nods and mutters her safe word under her breath before begging you to get on with it. You stop keeping yourself from giving your wife whatever she wants, and you quickly pull her shirt over her head with a sigh. She gasps as the cold air hits her, but you don’t leave her cold long as you toss her shirt aside and pull her flush against you. You kiss her deeply as you walk the two of you back carefully towards the bed. When your legs hit the mattress, you sit down and gently bring her with you onto your lap. Wanda moans as she grinds her hips against yours and you smile as your hands run up her back teasingly before reaching her bra.

“Fuck, take it off, please.”

You merely hum in response as you undo the clasp and fling Wanda’s bra across the room not two seconds later. You groan at the sight of your wife’s bare breasts and you waste no time taking one of them into your mouth. Wanda groans as she arches her back so she’s as close to you as possible before she grinds down on your lap again. She’s soaked already and needs you to touch her soon or she’ll explode. She curses loudly when you start to tweak her other nipple and you groan against her breast when she rolls her hips into you yet again.

“Please, detka. Touch me.”

You groan as you break away from your wife to watch her pant breathlessly above you. She looks beautifully flustered and you’d love to just admire her for hours, but you know she’s not that patient. You lean in to kiss her heaving chest one more time before you drop your hands to her waist again. She shudders against your touch and merely yelps when you stand up quickly and spin her around so she’s lying on the bed. You smile at her as you stand between her spread legs and you slowly unzip her pants before leaning over to kiss her with a smile.

“God, you’re so beautiful Wands. I can’t wait to ruin you.”

Wanda just moans in response and lifts her hips up to help you remove her clothing leaving her bare and dripping in front of you. You moan at the sight and barely hold back from diving right in. However, you want to take your time to enjoy your wife and her excellent company while you have her all to yourself. You take a deep breath before stepping between her legs again and leaning over to kiss her.

“What are--?”

Wanda’s question is cut off by a moan as you kiss her neck at the same time that you press your knee between her legs. She bucks against it and lets out another cry as you rock against her while leaving bruising kisses on her neck.

“Oh fuck, Y/n.”

You smile at how needy Wanda already is, and by how wet she is against your jeans. You let her rock her hips against you for a moment before you palm her breasts and swallow her moans with a kiss. She’s barely able to kiss you back, but you don’t mind as you start a rhythm with your hands and your leg. Wanda’s face and chest are flushed and she’s arching her back to try and get closer to you, but its inadvertently pushing you away. You frown as you break your kiss and take your leg away from your wife. She whines in protest but you just kiss her gently before starting down towards her arousal that’s making you dizzy with need.

“God please, please.”

You try to soothe your wife’s pleas with a kiss to her inner thighs, but it makes her even needier for you. Her hips jerk and she nearly knees you in the face, but you just chuckle under your breath before you finally give her what she wants.

Wanda nearly screams when you taste her for the first time, and you can’t help but moan against her at the sound. She’s quick to lock your head between her legs and you have no issue with this and take the hint to hurry up. She starts to ride your face and you know she’s close, so as much as it pains you both, you push her hips down to keep her from coming too quickly. She groans in annoyance and you know what she’s about to say, so you silence her before she gets the chance to complain.

“Dammit, Y/n, just—fuck!”

Wanda’s cut off as you take her clit into your mouth and suck until she’s seeing stars. She thrashes against you but you hold her down as she comes hard and cries out into the room. You feel your own arousal grow and you keep going despite how tense Wanda becomes. You know you can push her into another one easily with how turned on she is, so you don’t waste any time as you delve back into her soaked, sensitive folds.

“Oh fuck, fuck, Y/n. I’m gonna--.”

Wanda’s vision goes white as you send her into a second stronger orgasm with just your mouth. She moans as you pull away and admire the sight of your beautifully fucked out wife. You’re not anywhere close with being done with her yet, and you groan as you consider the possibilities.

“God, I’m going to fuck you so hard.”

Wanda can only nod as she moans at the thought of you taking her hard and fast. She wants you to fuck her hard and she needs you to know this.

“Yes please, I need you inside me, please.”

You smile at how you and your wife seem to be on the same page and you quickly sink two fingers into her with a smile.

“You mean like this?”

Wanda chokes on a moan as her walls squeeze your fingers, but she shakes her head and you frown in confusion. You’re about to pull out of her when she manages to calm herself enough to speak. She takes a deep breath as she glances to the suitcases that remain unpacked in the corner.

“Not exactly. In the suitcase. T-the first one.”

You frown in confusion and you’re reluctant to leave your wife, but you soon realize what she means. You smile at her before pulling away and looking over your shoulder before returning your attention to her.

“You’re saying you want me to fuck you with the strap?”

It’s a rhetorical question because you know she does, but there’s something about having your beautiful, tough, mobster wife beg for your strap that makes you crazy. You watch as Wanda blushes prettily before nodding in response. She’s breathless and her heart’s pounding in her ears, but she barely notices with the throbbing between her legs.

“I need you to say it, love.”

You run your hands down her thighs waiting for her to say it, and when she does, you’re gone so fast she doesn’t even see you move.

“Yes, please, fuck me.”

You’re back in record time and you can’t help but moan as you return to your place between your wife’s legs with the toy strapped to your hips. You rub the tip against her wet, puffy lips and you revel in her needy whines.

“Fuck, I need you inside me, now.”

You can’t wait any longer and you grab your wife’s hips and move her up to the middle of the bed before crawling on top of her. You briefly consider making her suck your strap to get it ready, but you know she’s plenty wet enough, and too needy to wait. You lift her legs over yours and scoot under her so she’s practically in your lap. Wanda moans and arches her back to get closer to you, but you hold her still as you take a deep breath.

“Whatever you want, baby.”

When you slide into Wanda she nearly comes right then and there. Her mouth falls open but no noise comes out as you steal her breath when your hips meet hers. You moan at the sight of being deep in your wife and you buck against her hips in a way that makes her gasp in pleasure. You wait for a few moments to let her adjust, but she’s already rocking against you impatiently and muttering pleas under her breath.

You decide you’ve made her wait long enough and you start to pull back before you sink yourself in again. Wanda squeezes her eyes shut as pleasure brings tears to her eyes, and she moans when you bottom out again.

“Fuck, h-harder. Please.”

You hear your wife’s desperate plea and you don’t need to be told again to start moving. You hold onto her hips tightly as you start to thrust into her at a hard, steady pace. The sound of Wanda’s moans make you shudder in pleasure and you close your eyes to hold off your own orgasm that is threatening to overwhelm you. You move your wife’s legs from your sides and throw them over your shoulders to get a better angle, and she nearly screams as you start fucking into her deeper.

“O-oh god, Daddy!”

Wanda’s too overwhelmed by you sliding against her g spot with each thrust to be embarrassed by what she let slip. You’re too focused on making her come to acknowledge how that title makes you even hotter for your wife. It was no secret that you were usually the one to take charge in bed, and occasionally when things are rougher, more heated like they were now you and Wanda have experimented with things such as this. You were still too embarrassed to bring it up outside of the bedroom, but hearing it now makes you near feral.

You moan as you throw your hips against your wife’s harder and she responds with a guttural moan.

“You like it when Daddy fucks you like this, baby girl?”

You move your hands down Wanda’s legs feeling them shudder beneath your touch before your fingers start to circle her clit. She screams as you push her over the edge into another mind-numbing orgasm.

“Yes! Fuck, I’m coming!”

You feel your wife fall apart beneath you as her entire body shudders in pleasure. You try to keep thrusting but she’s clenching too tight so you settle on just staying buried in her. The sight of your wife with her head thrown back and her body trembling beneath you makes you come right after her. You groan under your breath as you grind your hips against hers.

“Fuck, fuck!”

You ride out your orgasm before you realize that Wanda’s rocking against you again. You open your eyes and see her looking at you with pupils blown wide with lust and you know that whatever comes out of her mouth next, you’ll agree to readily.

“One more? Please, I need you,”

You pull out of her quickly ignoring her whine as you remove her legs from your shoulders and lean over to kiss her deeply. You moan as she bites your lips and you know what she’s doing, but you give in anyway. You love your wife too much to refuse her, brattiness and all.

“On your knees, baby.”

You watch as Wanda sits up and shakily gets to her knees. You hold her by the hips to steady her as she turns away from you and drops onto her hands and knees. You groan at the sight of her spread out before you and can’t help but run your hands down her legs to squeeze her ass. She moans and you can’t help but moan too when she drops to her elbows and offers herself up to you like this. You run your fingers through her folds making her rock back against you with a breathy curse and you hurry to fill her up again.

“Fuck baby. You’re so gorgeous. My pretty girl.”

Wanda just moans as you push into her again, the new angle making her buck her hips hard against you. She can feel the head of the strap rubbing against her sensitive spot and she knows she won’t last long like this. Luckily you seem to realize this and you don’t waste any time building her up again. She’s glad she’s already on her elbows because her arms start to shake as you slam your hips against her ass.

“God, you feel s-so good.”

Wanda’s near delirious as she lets you fuck her from behind. Her mouth’s hanging open but the only sounds coming out are an occasional gasp or pleas for more, harder. You comply as always and Wanda’s close to coming when you stop short to pull her up. She doesn’t get a chance to complain when you pull her to your chest and continue thrusting up into her. She stiffens against you and you know she’s close to her limit by how incoherent her pleas are. She begs for more, and you give it to her without hesitation. Your thrusts are near bruising and your hand sneaks around to rub her clit to send her over the edge.

“Shit, I’m--.”

Wanda’s cut off by her last orgasm and she’s shaking hard as she comes against you. Her head’s thrown back and she’s leaning so heavily into you that you’re supporting most of her weight. You stop thrusting and your hand falls from between her legs when her breath starts to hitch from oversensitivity. You stay still as you let your wife come down from her high, and you just kiss her neck and hold her close to you until she catches her breath.

“I love you, Wanda.”

Wanda sighs as she nods in agreement before she finds her voice. She’s hoarse and she’d be more embarrassed if she weren’t so sated and sleepy.

“Love you too, detka.”

You feel Wanda become even more limp against you and you start to move before she can fall asleep. She hisses slightly as you shift her off your strap but you hold her close as you adjust her in your arms.

“Don’t fall asleep yet, babe. Let’s get you in the bath.”

Wanda doesn’t respond beyond a hum of acknowledgement and you feel slightly guilty about how blissed out she is. Usually, it doesn’t take her this long to recover, but she’s been stressed and really needed this release, or four. She’s not complaining as you walk into the bathroom and start the water to fill the tub. You manage to take off and discard the toy with your wife in your arms and you carefully set her in the tub once it’s filled most of the way. Wanda hisses at the feeling of the hot water against her skin, but she immediately relaxes as the smell of the soap you added fills her senses.

She hums as you shut the door, stop the water and climb in with her. She’s still listing slightly so you want to make sure you hold her up and keep her head above water. You kiss the side of her head and wrap your arms around her gently.

“Hmm, thank you, detka.”

Wanda finally opens her eyes and kisses your cheek before lying back against you. She shifts slightly so her legs are to her chest and she’s turned more towards you. You nod before reaching for a wash cloth to dab some of the sweat from your wife’s forehead.

“Of course, love. I needed a bath anyway.”

Wanda lets out a breathy laugh at this as she slaps you playfully before leaning away from you slightly. She takes a moment to really look at you, and she reaches up to run her fingers over your injured cheek carefully.

“I mean all of it, Y/n. I’m glad to finally be spending time with you uninterrupted.”

You nod in agreement because it has seemed like too long since you have had the privacy to be together, doing whatever it is you wanted to be doing. You kiss your wife with a small smile before shifting so you can lean against the tub. You feel your eyelids growing heavy, but you fight the urge to sleep as you turn you attention back to your wife.

“Me too. I’m sorry things are so complicated right now.”

Wanda frowns at your apology because she’s not quite sure why you’re giving it. You’ve had nothing to do with this and she wants to make sure you know that. She sees you drifting off and she berates herself for not realizing or rather remembering how exhausted you are. She reaches out for you again and kisses you with a shake of her head.

“You don’t have to apologize. None of this is your fault, okay?”

Even after your discussion with Bucky, you don’t quite believe this but you don’t have the energy to argue with your wife right now. You stifle a yawn as you close your eyes and rest your head against Wanda’s shoulder. Time passes too quickly and you and Wanda are getting out of the tub before you know it. You’re drying off while she disappeared into the bedroom to clean a little and she returns with some clothes for you. You smile gratefully before putting them on quickly and heading back into the bedroom with Wanda on your heels.

“Come on, we still have some time before dinner.”

Wanda doesn’t argue and follows you into bed with a nod. She’s not really sure what’s happening for dinner since neither of you cooked, but she’d worry about that after a nap. She knows you’re about to collapse and she wants you to rest so she lies down next to you without protest. You groan at the feeling of your head hitting the pillow and despite cleaning you can smell Wanda’s perfume on it and you love it.

“Why are you so far away?”

Wanda laughs before rolling her eyes and scooting closer to you. She sighs happily as you wrap your arms around her waist and rest your head against her shoulder. You’re asleep in minutes and Wanda just stays up and watches as you sleep soundly beside her. She sighs before shifting a little so she can grab her phone. She sees a couple of texts from Pietro and one from Nat and Bucky, but she doesn’t answer them right now. She wants to enjoy being with you without having to worry about anything that happened today, this week even. Wanda sighs again before she closes her eyes and follows you into sleep.

Wanda wakes up a couple of hours later to the sound of her phone going off. She’s disoriented and half-awake when she answers it so she doesn’t bother to check and see who it is. She regrets this quickly when she realizes who’s on the other end of the line.

“Hello?”

“Hey Wands open up, we’re here for dinner.”

Her brother’s voice woke her up quickly and she’s carefully extracting herself from you and getting out of bed. She looks to the clock and sees that it’s 6pm and she curses as she grabs clothes to throw on as she asks the obvious question.

“Who’s here for dinner?”

The sound of knocking coming from outside makes Wanda groan and she hangs up before she finishes dressing and runs outside. Boone is waiting at the door pawing at it as her brother continues to knock. She runs a hand through her hair haphazardly before opening the door to see nearly her entire friend group on the other side.

“Oh hey, what’s-?”

Wanda’s cut off as her brother pulls her into a hug and pushes her out of the doorway so everyone else can come in. She’s about to protest, but Pietro cuts her off with a confused look.

“Where’s Y/n? We figured we’d make you guys dinner since things have been a little---.”

“Shitty?”

“Fucked up?”

This comes from Yelena and Bucky who set down their bags in the kitchen. They too look around for Y/n and Wanda is quick to let them know you are sleeping. She’s still waking up and a little caught off guard, but she won’t complain about people cooking for her.

“That’s sweet of you, she’s sleeping. She was really tired after lunch and everything.”

Pietro pulls away with a nod and is about to agree with her when he spots something that makes him smile widely. Wanda doesn’t understand what’s so funny until her brother reaches out for her and flicks some of her hair over her shoulder.

“Ahh, I bet she was.”

Wanda’s eyes widen and she covers her apparent hickey with her hair and shoots her brother a glare. Of course, Nat and Steve were still close enough to hear this and Nat smirks while Steve looks slightly uncomfortable. Wanda isn’t in the mood or nearly drunk enough to talk about her sex life with her brother, so she promptly changes the subject as she pushes her brother towards the kitchen. Speaking of drinking.

“That’s not what I’m talking about Pietro. She’s stressed and I think she’s blaming herself for everything that’s happening.”

Pietro immediately frowns and Nat’s smirk is replaced by a concerned look as they all arrive to the kitchen. Boone’s quick to follow and he goes to Yelena who is the most likely to feed him. She’s too distracted by what Wanda said, a little lost in the conversation while Bucky’s reminded of what you said earlier. He doesn’t bring it up because he doesn’t want to betray your trust or put you on the spot, so he just waits to see how others respond.

Pietro responds first and shakes his head in confusion. As far as he knows, whoever is after Y/n is just vindictive and trying to get to Wanda. She didn’t do anything to provoke them, right?

“Why would she feel guilty, she hasn’t done anything.”

Nat nods in agreement as she moves around the counter to help her sister unpack the groceries. She stops short as she notices the icepack that Wanda hadn’t gotten around to putting up, as well as the bloody washcloth she’d used for you face. Her face darkens as she picks it up and Wanda notices as she gestures to the redhead who just tosses the washcloth and puts the icepack back in the freezer.

“Then that happened! That fucker. I swear I don’t know how I’ll convince her that this place is safest for her now.”

Everyone’s mind goes to the same thing. They’d all heard about the incident because Bucky had enlisted Steve’s help to deal with the blonde, Clark, and Nat had gotten her sister to help with his dumb friends. Pietro figured out last but he’d been the most upset. He’d wanted to see the blonde to punch him in the face, but Bucky said he wanted to wait until Wanda was free to see what she wanted to do. He’d already cut off his finger that’d had the ring that sliced open your face. He was left downstairs in one of the basement rooms that no one else had access to.

“God, I can’t believe that happened, that little shit.”

“I shouldn’t have left her alone.”

Wanda sighs as she shakes her head at what Bucky said. She would admit that she was angry about him leaving her wife alone, but honestly it wasn’t his fault. It sounded like this dumbass was just waiting until Y/n was alone, and it was going to happen sooner rather than later. She was just, oddly enough, glad that she’d been able to put a stop to it fairly quickly. Not before you got hurt, but she knew you were tough and you were more angry than shaken up which she took as a good sign.

“The only one to blame is the person who hurt her. Did you...?”

Wanda trails off because she’s certain Bucky will know what she’s getting at, and he does. He shakes his head before mentioning where the blonde is.

“No. I saved the honors for you.”

“Something for dessert.”

Wanda smiles at Bucky and rolls her eyes at what Yelena says, but she doesn’t argue. She’ll think about him later, but right now she’s thirsty, really thirsty.

She starts to head toward the fridge to get drinks for everyone, but Nat reaches out for her with a smile.

“Hey, why don’t you sit down? I can take care of the drinks.”

Wanda’s about to argue, but she eventually just caves because she is still pretty tired. She nods in admission before she goes to sit at the counter. Not two seconds later there’s a knock on the door, and Wanda makes to get up and answer it, but Yelena rushes out of the kitchen to do it. She waves Wanda off before saying something about a surprise.

Pietro walks into the kitchen to help and Wanda just watches as Yelena opens the door to reveal Kate standing there with a smile. They greet each other with a kiss and Wanda ‘awws’ at this and makes Yelena shoot her a warning look.

“Watch it Ms. Hickey or you won’t get your surprise.”

Wanda glares at her, but once she spots what Kate is holding her eyes widen. She smiles widely and jumps out of her seat at the sound of her cat meowing. She had left Fletcher because she hated the car and Steve had promised to feed her. That was before they were staying for more than a few days though, but Wanda would admit that she’d forgotten about the cat with everything else going on. Kate opens the carrier and Fletcher comes rushing out.

“Fletcher, come here honey.”

The cat meows loudly, angrily at her before jumping into her open arms. Wanda smiles and cuddles her cat before turning to Kate who is still is a little caught off guard by her girlfriend’s hickey comment. When Wanda turns to her however, she sees it and does her best to ignore it as she just nods in response to what the redhead says.

"Thank you for bringing her, Kate.”

She insists it wasn’t a problem before setting Fletcher’s things down on a nearby table. Wanda snuggles with her cat for a few moments longer before she lets Fletcher loose to explore familiar territory. Boone greets her immediately with a submissive lick to her face and she smiles as Fletcher just rolls over on her back and bats at the dog’s nose.

“They’re so cute.”

Wanda nods in agreement before she leads Kate to the kitchen and takes the drink that Nat offers her with a grateful smile. She’s handed water and her drink of choice and it takes a lot of willpower to not blush under Nat’s knowing look. Honestly, she’s just glad that her family wasn’t waiting outside their door earlier. They would have gotten an earful for sure.

“Congratulations by the way! Sorry I didn’t say it before.”

Kate’s sitting at the counter next to Wanda since there are already so many cooks in the kitchen. Wanda’s on her third glass of water, and only her first gin and tonic, but she’s certain she’ll have more by the end of the night. She turns to Kate with a smile, trying to ignore her brother’s look as she shakes her head in response.

“Thanks, Kate, and don’t worry about it. We’re both really excited.”

Kate opens her mouth to respond but Pietro beats her to it with a knowing smirk. He really is just trying to get slapped tonight. Dinner’s almost ready, and it does occur to Wanda that she should check on you to make sure you’re not hungry. She also does not want you coming out in the clothes you went to sleep in because you didn’t know everyone was here. She shakes those thoughts from her head as she turns to her brother.

“So excited, they’ve already started to try to have another.”

Wanda shoots her brother a glare that makes him happy that he’s on the other side of the counter out of reach. He winces slightly at the smack on the back of the head that he gets from Nat after a look from Wanda and the redhead smiles gratefully.

“You’re not going to shame me, Pietro. You’re the one who told me to relax, practically demanded it actually.”

Pietro turns to Nat with a frown and she just smiles at him before returning to her last-minute touches on the salad.

“Yeah, fuck off. Like you didn’t also have sex last night on your date with what was her name again?”

Pietro turns red as he just shakes his head and claims yet again that it was casual. They all laugh at him and dinner’s finished up as well as Wanda’s drink in the next few minutes. She was at least allowed to set the table and after batting Fletcher off of it yet again, she decides to go check on you. She excused herself before disappearing into the bedroom. The lights are still off so she’s sure you’re asleep, but then she realizes you’re not in the bed.

“Y/n?”

She notices the bathroom door is open and she heads that way and calls out for you again. When you don’t respond she pushes the door open and she feels her heart skip a beat when she sees you lying on the floor.

“Y/n?!”

She kneels down next to you as you groan in pain and shake your head. You try to sit up but she stops you with a hand on your forehead. She’s about to call out to someone, but you grab her hand and open your eyes with another groan.

“I’m sorry, I’m okay. I just felt nauseous and then I got sick and just laid here for a while.”

Wanda frowns at this and she opens her mouth to ask you what happened, but then she remembered. You’re pregnant. Almost two months pregnant. It’s a wonder you hadn’t gotten sick earlier, or maybe you had. She’s not sure, but she doesn’t dwell on it now as she grabs your shoulders and helps you into a sitting position. You close your eyes again because the motion makes you nauseous and you try to push down the urge to throw up again when Wanda speaks up.

“I’m sorry you’re feeling poorly. We probably shouldn’t have…you probably should have just rested.”

You open your eyes when your wife says this and you immediately shake your head with a small smile. You squeeze her hand and you’re about to kiss it but you decide against it once you remember that you’ve been throwing up.

“Definitely not. It was exactly what I needed after the 72 hours I’ve had.”

Wanda just nods as she inspects the cut on your check more carefully. It’s started to bruise and swell a bit, and Wanda’s reminded yet again of the man who’s waiting in the basement for her punishment. She wasn’t 100% sure of what she was going to do with him, and she knew she wanted to tell you about it, but not right now. You had so much going on it wasn’t fair to burden you with that as well.

“I’m sorry, detka. I’m working of figuring this out, I promise.”

You shake your head because you hadn’t meant what you said to sound accusatory. It wasn’t Wanda’s fault and she didn’t deserve to feel guilty.

“That’s not what I meant, Wands. I just—I’m glad to be here with you now.”

Wanda nods in agreement before she leans in to kiss your forehead. You smile at her and look her over and immediately notice the mark you’ve left on her neck. You’re surprised she hasn’t covered it yet, but then again you didn’t realize she was woken up and called upon rather suddenly.

“You should probably cover this before your brother sees it.”

Wanda laughs at this before she shakes her head in defeat. She hadn’t even remembered it when she jumped out of bed, and of course her brother was the first one she saw.

“Too late. He and the rest of the family are here. They made us dinner.”

You seem surprised by this and you look to the door before you start to stand. Wanda’s there to help you up and then hold you steady when you double over from nausea once you’re on your feet. You groan again before rubbing your face in exhaustion. You hiss when you hit your bruised cheek and Wanda shoots you a sympathetic look.

“They’re here now? I should go out there.”

Wanda knows you’d love to see them all but she doesn’t want you to push yourself. You’re sick and you’re still recovering from being poisoned. She doesn’t want you to go beyond your limits. She realizes she sounds hypocritical as soon as she speaks up.

“Don’t you think you should rest??”

You frown as you think about it. You know your wife is right, but you want to try and see your friends. You decide you’ll give it a try, and just see how it goes. You say this and Wanda nods in agreement as she heads to your bedroom to turn on the lights. She agrees to get ready with you and see how you feel. After she applies make up to her hickey, and you brush your teeth a couple of times and change clothes, you’re ready to give it a go. You reach out for your wife’s hand and kiss her in thanks before opening the door.

“Shall we?”

By the time the two of you are back in the dining room, everyone is standing around the table waiting for you. You smile immediately and greet everyone with a hug. You hold Yelena a little longer since she complains so much but you see her smile as you move to Nat. When you have your arms wrapped around her you sigh and turn to whisper in her ear.

“Thank you for earlier, Nat.”

She’s nodding before you even pull away and you don’t miss how she glances at your cheek with a frown before managing a small smile. You really are grateful for her and you have to hold yourself back from hugging her again.

“Anytime.”

You thank Bucky as well and he says something similar before you all sit down for dinner. You’re still exhausted but you’re still smiling as you sit down next to your wife. She and Pietro are at the heads of the table and Nat’s on your other side with Yelena across from you. The food smells great, but you really don’t have much of an appetite. Regardless you fill your plate because you don’t want to be rude and you’re sure at least a little will help settle your stomach.

You’re about to take a sip of your water when Fletcher jumps up onto your lap and you jump in surprise. You let her head boop you before you scratch her under the chin and set her on the ground.

“Fletcher, when did you get here?”

You smile at the cat who meows at you before heading toward your wife. She’s more likely to let her up on the table, but not when there’s already food on it and so many people here.

“Kate brought her.”

You smile at the brunette who just nods slightly before shrugging and insisting it was nothing. You know it wasn’t and you’re grateful for her taking the time to bring your wife’s favorite pet. You love Boone enough for the both of you, but Fletcher is Wanda’s baby and you know she missed her.

“Thanks, Kate. Wanda loves that troublemaker. Don’t forget to lock the windows.”

Wanda groans at this reminder and Nat can’t help but laugh at the memory of what happened. Pietro is of course the first one to speak up and he smiles as her teasingly.

“Are you talking about that time she got out the window and started scaling the building?”

Wanda just groans in answer and you laugh as Kate looks horrified by the idea. She was the only one not aware of what happened because Wanda had practically called everyone in a panic. She’d called you while you were at work because she couldn’t find her, and then as she’d started looking around, she realized the window was open.

“God that was awful.”

“I thought you were going to fall out the window trying to lure her back in.”

You recall driving home from work to find Wanda was almost outside the window trying to get Fletcher from one of the lower landings. Of course, Fletcher wasn’t in the mood to come back inside and she just sat there ignoring Wanda who was growing more frantic by the second. You’d sent Bucky to make sure she didn’t fall to her death only for him to find that Nat and Steve were already there trying to catch Fletcher from below. It had been a hot mess and Fletcher had been confined to the bedroom for a week afterwards.

Steve just grimaced as Nat smiles and nodded her head. “She’s already scoped them out. We made sure they were all locked.”

You shoot Nat a grateful look before you turn to Yelena who you assume is the one who kicked you under the table. However, she’s looking at her food and eating it diligently so you ignore her for now. You turn to Steve when he speaks with a genuinely concerned look.

“So, Y/n, how are you feeling?”

You smile because you’d been waiting for this question, but you’d expected it a lot sooner. You are almost certain that everyone knows about what happened this afternoon, but you don’t want to dwell on it. You still need to check base with Wanda and see what she plans on doing with the younger man.

You sit up slightly with a smile as you look to Steve with a shrug and a sheepish expression.

“I’m a little nauseous from evening sickness, but otherwise I’m just glad to be able to see everyone again.”

This is true and you can’t help but smile as you turn to your wife and grab her hand before turning back to your friends.

“It’s not ideal of course. None of it, but it did get me back here sooner than I expected.”

The rest of dinner goes well and you actually manage to eat some before it gets to be past Boone’s walk time. He’s pawing at you and you know what he wants, but you tell him to wait for a little while longer while you bid your friends goodbye.

“Thank you so much for coming over, guys! I was not looking forward to eating whatever’s still left in this pantry.”

As you were hugging Yelena goodbye despite her protests, she whispered a question to you that your wife could clearly hear from where she was standing beside you hugging Nat.

“Hey, so do you have any more weed with you?”

You laugh in answer and that’s all you get a chance to say before Wanda’s turning to Yelena with a glare. She does not want you smoking, or even around anyone smoking while you’re pregnant, and given you already knew this you just shake your head. You didn’t bring any with you from home, but you had some stashed in the closet unless Wanda found it and tossed it.

“No, nope. You’re not doing that any time soon, at least not with Y/n.”

You smile sheepishly at Yelena as she grumbles something under her breath, but lets it go for now. She turns to Wanda with a look that says ‘you’re no fun,’ but your wife shoots one back that you’ve learned means ‘test me, I dare you,” and it’s safe to say that you rarely take her up on her challenge.

“Is it time for dessert, boss?”

You look to her and then Wanda in confusion. You’ve clearly missed something because you all just finished dessert. Some ate more than others. You ate more than others, so you weren’t sure what Yelena was talking about. You see Nat expression’s change as she looks to Wanda who’s nodding in acknowledgement, she needs to get this done. Suddenly you realize what she’s talking about and you aren’t really sure what you want her to do anymore.

“I’ll meet you down there in a few minutes.”

Yelena nods and waves to you again before she leaves with Nat who shoots you a smile. You’re frowning when your wife turns to you and she’s a little nervous about how you’re going to react.

“What are you going to do, Wanda?”

You watch as she closes the door with a sigh as she shakes her head. She hasn’t thought about it much and despite still being angry, furious at him for daring to go after you – to hurt you, she’s not sure she wants to kill him anymore. You see her thinking and you want to have this conversation sitting down because you’re tired again, so you grab your wife’s hand and lead her to the bedroom.

“I’m not sure, Y/n.”

“Well let’s talk about it, but I need to sit down, come on.”

Wanda’s quick to follow you, but Boone stays at the front door waiting to be let out. You’ll get to him in a second, but for now you need to figure out how your wife is spending her night. You sit down on the bed with a yawn and you stretch your arms above you head. You’re eternally grateful that your friends did the dishes because you barely have the energy to stand for too long. You wait until Wanda settles beside you on the bed before opening your eyes again. You can tell she’s a little on edge, and you don’t know how to make her feel better.

“What is on your mind, Wands. Talk to me wifey.”

Wanda smiles at you before she takes a moment to think about it. She’d been horrified when she saw someone get smacked right in front of her. Someone who was surrounded by three men. The moment she realized it was you, she grew murderous and grabbed her gun without thinking. She stormed over and all she could see was red as she watched him try to hit you again. When she saw you bleeding, she had wanted to hit him across the face and make him bleed too, but she hadn’t.

Now that time’s past she’s still angry, and she wants to make him pay. However, she realizes that this might be an opportunity to try and learn more about what the hell is going on. She figures that it won’t hurt to see if he knows anything about who’s after you, and if he doesn’t –and depending on how helpful he is, she’ll decide what to do with him at that point.

She says this to you and you frown in contemplation before you lie back on the bed with a sigh. You stare up at the ceiling and try to figure out how you feel about all of this. You’ve never been directly involved in any of Wanda’s crimes or otherwise shady activities, and the magnitude of a decision like this just hit you. You don’t want this douche to see the light of day again, but do you want him tortured and then killed?

Eventually you just reach out for your wife who’s watching you carefully. You pull her down next to you and she complies with a sigh as she lies down to face you. You brush some of her hair behind her ear with a smile as you shake your head. You stifle another yawn before smiling at Wanda in a way that confuses her more than anything else.

“I trust you Wands, you know this. You do what you think is right.”

Wanda smiles wider and leans in to kiss you softly before she nods to herself. She’ll squeeze as much information from him as she can, and if she has to hurt him a little that’s just a bonus. She’s about to thank you before you shoot her a smirk as you shrug in faux disinterest.

“And if you want to hit him for me, I won’t complain about it.”

You stand up with another yawn before deciding to change into more comfortable clothes. Wanda’s looking at you as you pull your shirt over your head and you pretend not to notice as you walk over to the closet before remembering that there are no clothes in there. You turn around and look to the suitcases that are opened, but still unpacked with a sigh.

“I’ll work on this, love. Do you need to change?”

Wanda hadn’t thought about this but as she looked down to what she was wearing she nodded. She jumped up and started to walk towards you to find an outfit but you stopped her as you held up your hand.

“Nu uh, hold on. I’ll pick something for you.”

You take a moment to look your wife up and down and you hum in contemplation before turning back around the suitcases to find options. Wanda decided to get ready and she takes off her shirt and the jeans she’d thrown on before waiting patiently for you to make your choice.

You find one of your favorite outfits on Wanda and then you imagine blood getting on it and you set it aside. You don’t even realize that Wanda’s undressed until she’s kneeling behind you and leaning in to look over your shoulder. You stop momentarily when you feel Wanda’s bare skin against yours, and you take a deep breath before forcing yourself to refocus.

“Would you like some help choosing?”

You consider taking her up on this, but you shake your head with a smile. You turn to kiss her to lessen the blow of rejection, but you can tell she doesn’t mind as her lips meet yours. You take a moment to kiss her thoroughly before it comes to you. You pull away rather suddenly and Wanda frowns in confusion until she watches you grab a deep red button up and practically throw it at her.

“This one. I’ll get the rest of the suit, oh and I’ll find you shoes!”

Wanda can’t help but laugh at you. Despite the fact that you are dressing her for an interrogation/torture-session/killing, she can’t help but love seeing you so excited. It’s not a date, and you won’t be going with her, but she still likes dressing up for you.

Wanda stands up and just finishes putting on her shirt when you come up behind her and slip on her jacket. You hum under your breath in satisfaction as you pull her hair out of the way before kissing her behind her ear. You groan at the effort it takes to step away from her and simply hand her the rest of her clothes so she can get ready.

“You look like such a badass, babe. Hurry back, okay?”

When Wanda puts on her shoes, she’s at your eyelevel and she kisses you before slipping a finger under your bra strap which reminded you that you weren’t wearing a shirt.

“If you’ll be waiting for me like this, I won’t take any time at all.”

You smile at her before you lead your wife to the door. The sooner she leaves, the sooner she can come back. You say this and she laughs before kissing you one last time and taking her leave. You sigh when she’s gone and it’s just you, Boone, and Fletcher. You’re not sure where the latter is, but Boone is pawing at you as he whines to go outside. You apologize to him before running to throw on a t-shirt and a sweatshirt before grabbing your shoes and phone.

“I know, buddy I’m sorry. Let’s go for a walk.”

Wanda’s journey down to the basement seems like a foreign one. She hadn’t been down here in months, and she barely remembers what it felt like to walk these halls. A lot of unsavory, illegal, and cruel things happened down here and she was aware of, if not the reason, for many of them. At least she had been when she was in charge, but she honestly still felt responsible.

She was at least able to take comfort in the fact that it took a lot to get down to this level of the building. She had the standard three strikes rule before you ended up down here, and by the time they arrived to this point, they didn’t last long.

Granted tonight was a little different for multiple reasons. For one, Clark, was only on strike two so he was a little early to the party on that front. However, given his offenses and who they involved, Wanda was being lenient in hearing him out instead of simply executing him on sight. Secondly, Clark had been with her for over a year. Most people she brought down here were newbies that were rebellious because they had their own agendas, or they just didn’t want to listen to a woman. It was rare that someone who wasn’t going to work, didn’t prove it a little sooner than Clark had.

For this reason, she wanted to take the time to talk to him and see what his deal was. She suspected he was just an egotistical sore loser who just acted out in the worst possible way, but there was always a small chance that he could help her.

Wanda decided that she wasn’t going to hold her breath, and she was only going to give him an hour of her time. She had more important things to be doing, and she wouldn’t waste her time with him when she could be back upstairs spending time with you. In whatever capacity. She smiles slightly as she runs her hands down her jacket to smooth out any wrinkles before she arrives to her destination.

“Did you start without me?”

Wanda walks into the room to find that it’s full and it’s clear to her that at least Yelena and Bucky have had their turns with the blonde in the middle of the room. He’s tied to a chair by both his wrists and his ankles. His face is bloody from where he’d been hit and his nose looked broken unless it was normally crooked and Wanda just missed it in their previous encounters. Lastly, she noticed a stream of blood from his right hand but she paid this little mind for now.

Yelena speaks up first as she shoots the pathetic blonde a glare. “I was just introducing myself, but he’s all yours, boss.”

Wanda briefly glances at the table on the left side of the room. It’s up against the wall and it has an assortment of things that she might find useful later tonight. She is mostly interested in the gun since she neglected to bring her own. She looks to Yelena and then Nat before eying Bucky and Steve from where they stand behind Clark.

“Thank you. If you wouldn’t mind giving me some privacy so I can talk with Clark.”

Nat and Yelena don’t even take a step before they hear Clark speak up, and they turn just in time to see him spit out blood at Wanda’s feet.

“I have nothing to say to you, bitch.”

No one moves as they watch the redhead for her response. Clark seems to be the only one who doesn’t realize the severity of Wanda’s simple smile and her slight head tilt as she eyes the younger man curiously.

“We’ll see about that.”

Part 7

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