#the way my sister threw herself into the kitchen to tell us

[saturn-garden]

KISSINGER IS DEAD SOMEONE GET THE CRABS IT IS TIME TO RAVE

[archivesainz]

in that summer ˚✧ ₊˚ 🌊 sv5

. . . Sebastian and Y/n go on a vacation with the kids, but they're not together. Something goes to change. .

genre: sebastian dad! pregnancy mention, smut, creampie, ex husband and ex wife.

pairing: sebastian vettel x y/n (reader she/her)

a/n: english is NOT my first language, so if have any errors please tell me.

The 6-year-old boy let out a hot laugh every time his father picked him up and threw him in the air, leaving him on the floor again and running after him next.

- "Dad will get you!" - Sebastian said aloud as he ran after his son, not to mention the laugh when he stumbled and fell with his ass to the floor, releasing a childish laugh.

Sebastian ran quickly to the boy checking to see if he was okay. Isaac smiled at his father, showing his beautiful dimples along with his perfect blue eyes, matching his little blonde hair with a messy bangs, a copy of Sebastian.

- "How are you, big boy?" - Sebastian asked the little boy, getting up and taking him on his lap quickly, fixing his little blouse with a drawing of some fishes in front.

- "Yes, dad, I'm fine." - Isaac answered him, getting a kiss on the chubby cheek. His little hands holding Sebastian' black shirt as they went to the kitchen.

It was a vacation and there was the Vettel family, it had only been a few weeks since they were in a very quiet and familiar resort where everyone had a lot of fun - especially the children - and relaxed from months of work and daily stresses.

But there was a catch. Sebastian and Y/n were not together. Yes, the couple decided to make that trip for the children. They knew how much they wanted and needed a moment with the whole family together. So they talked and decided to travel.

Things weren't exactly good between the two. It was hard to hear the children repeatedly asking if "Dad will go back to live with us, mom?" Or "Daddy, are you going to go back to live at home?" Anyway... they were just children who wanted to see their parents together again.

Sebastian and Y/n had broken up about 4 years ago, when the couple's youngest daughter was born. To tell you the truth, they weren't exactly together when the girl was close to being born, but they still lived together.

There was no way to explain specifically what happened for the two to separate. There were many reasons, and the main one was the routine. Sebastian worked too much, always very tired and when he got home the rest of his energy was spent by his eldest son, at the time still a baby.

Y/n also worked, but spent most of her time taking care of her son, not that she didn't like it, she loved to take care of her little boy. The problem is that she was very overwhelmed and this generated fights and more fights between the couple.

So after many nights of discussions and reconciliations with raw and dirty sexes, Ivy was born. Well, many things happened after that, and after a while Y/n couldn't stand that tense and heavy atmosphere that stayed at home anymore, and she couldn't handle all that being pregnant and having to take care of a child.

They separated and Sebastian left home. Leaving Y/n shaken. However, Sebastian never moved away from his children, he always came back to see them and whenever he had time he went out with the children. Ivy stayed more with her mother, of course, because she was very young. But Sebastian didn't stop her from nusting and giving her all her love and affection.

- "I want mom.." - Isaac grumbled on Sebastian's lap, when he entered the kitchen seeing Y/n sitting at the table while feeding Ivy. She looked at herself over her shoulder, that look that Sebastian knew very well.

Sebastian put his son on the floor watching him walk to his mother, who ran her hand on his straight hair, asking him softly if he was okay.

- "Did you fall love, did you get hurt?" - Y/n asked carefully.

- "Fall but Dad caught me, I'm fine mom." - He replied looking at the little sister who had her right little hand on her curly hair while the other leaned on her mother's chest while drinking her vitamin in her moana's cup.

Ivy was born full of health and joy. The little girl had a lot of energy and was the princess of her parents. The brown hair full of curls, the big and green eyes like the mother's, and the full mouth that also pulled the mother. The only thing that reminded her father was her little nose and eyebrows. And she also had no dimples, unlike her brother.

- "I want water." - Isaac asked while rubbing his face in his mother's hot hand, liking the affection he received.

- "Ask your father love, I'm feeding your sister now."

The little boy nodded walking to his father again who was leaning against the kitchen countertop, his blue eyes staring with affection Y/n feeding Ivy.

Isaac came close to his father touching his legs and having his eyes on himself next.

- "Water daddy." - Sebastian waved taking his son's spider man's glass in the closet and putting water then, giving the boy's little hands watching him drink. He handed the glass to his father when he drank everything and ran back to the living room to play with his various toys.

Sebastian approached Y/n, seeing when she put her sleepy daughter on her lap while wiping the little girl's mouth with a cloth.

- "Tell me soon, I know you're dying to complain." - Sebastian started crossing his arms under his chest, leaning against the wall.

- "These jokes of yours will end up hurting Isaac. I already told you that." - Y/n complained, the irritation was palpable in her voice.

- "It won't hurt, he just fell Y/n, children fall.. and he's growing up too, a lot of energy."- He said watching her walk through the kitchen.

- You know, Sebastian. - Y/n said rolling her eyes, going towards the living room.

Sebastian snorted by running his hands through his hair, he was angry and all he wanted was for things to be as before, he missed Y/n, he missed being a family with her, with the children.

He expected things to change on that trip.

(...)

- "Where do you think you're going like this?" - That's what Sebastian asked when he saw Y/n get out of the bathroom. He was sitting on the couple's bed - Sebastian did not sleep there to tell the truth - while watching the two children playing on top of her, when Y/n came out only in a bikini and short beach shorts.

- "I'm going to sunbathe in the pool, take care of the children for me?" - She asked not looking very interested in giving satisfaction to her ex-husband.

- "Y/n." - Sebastian got up, leaving the pillows near his children so they wouldn't fall out of bed, and walked to Y/n, who took her eyes off her cell phone staring at him - "You won't go out like that alone, if you're going out we'll all go together."- He said, jealousy burning inside your body.

Y/n frowned, observing Sebastian' angry and jealous face. She knew him so well. She approached her ex-husband seeing when he looked down at her breasts.

- "You don't decide whether or not I go out alone Sebastian, and no, we're not all going out together. I need some time for myself." - She said slightly irritated by Sebastian' jealous attitude.

- "Look at this.." - Sebastian said looking at Y/n's big tits - Everyone will look at you, and you know very well that I hate it Y/n.

- "But it's really to look at, I'm single." - She said debauched, but swallowed it dry when Sebastian locked her jaw.

- "Fuck you're annoying me." - He said turning his face to his children who were playing, not caring about the parents arguing there - "Please.. let's all go together, yes?" - He asked, watching Y/n roll his eyes.

- "No, I'm going alone. Take care of the children, I won't be long." - She walked away from Sebastian going towards her children, saying goodbye with kisses and smells.

Before Y/n left the room, Sebastian went after her, stoping her at the door. Y/n snorted angry, but loving to see Sebastian dying of jealousy and running after him like a domestic puppy.

- "What is it Sebastian" - She asked without patience.

- "Just be careful, okay?" - He said running his hand through Y/n's long, curly hair. She waved, liking the affection. - "And don't forget Y/n" - He held her chin - "You're still mine and these tits here" - He looked down - "They're mine." - And before Y/n could answer, he entered the room again slamming the door, leaving Y/n with hers heart racing without containing the naughty smile on her face.

Things would never change apparently, and even if Y/n tried not to fall into Sebastian's sly and seductive charm, she never could, her heart always spoke more for itself than her mind.

The whole thing is that Y/n didn't want to get hurt again. It was difficult to live without Sebastian, even though he had some passing cases, no one would ever be like him. And Y/n knew that his heart would always belong to Sebastian, after all, it was always him. Y/n knew that he would forever have a bond with him, and she still hoped that one day they would go back to what they were before. A happy and united family.

(...)

Sebastian was at the resort gym, it was about ten in the morning, and he had already been there for almost an hour. Working out lightly because I was on vacation. His little boy was also there playing in a corner with his toys, while Y/n was with Ivy at home.

Isaac watched Sebastian carefully making a treadmill, his curious little blue eyes thinking that it was a toy, so he leaned his little hands on the floor and pushed his body up standing up and walking to his father.

When he approached Sebastian automatically put his eyes on the boy, taking off his headphones to hear what his son was saying.

- "Daddy's toy?" - He asked pointing to the treadmill, approaching curiously. Sebastian quickly slowed down and turned off the device, telling his son to move away.

- "Don't, it's not a toy, don't get close, you can get hurt." - He said taking the little boy's arm and pushing him away. Isaac looked up staring at Sebastian's sweaty face, he was shirtless and only wearing black shorts, his body all sweaty.

- "I want to go up!" - The boy asked slyly. Sebastian bent down at the height of his son fixing his straight hair.

- "Isaac can't."

- "I want to go up daddy.. to play." - Isaac kept insisting, wanting more than anything to walk on the "toy"

- "It's not a toy son, is it to train hm?" - Sebastian smiled - "Be strong like dad." - He showed the muscles of his arm, pulling a childish laugh from his son.

- "I want to be like daddy!!" - Isaac said excited, imitating his father's previous movement and showing his chubby little arms.

Sebastian smiled, kissing his son's head. He took him in the arm putting the boy on the treadmill, Sebastian supported his feet next to the machine turning it on and putting it at speed 2 very slowly, so that his son did not fall.

- "You have to keep walking son, will dad hold you so you don't fall all right?" - He said holding both arms of Isaac who agreed with his head, smiling when he saw the treadmill walking under his little feet.

- "Faster!" - The little boy asked excitedly, Sebastian smiled putting it at speed 3 while holding his son carefully, while the child ran on the treadmill.

- "Run, run.. Wow! How fast you are Isaac."- Sebastian increased the speed to 5, Isaac let out a hot laugh running with all his strength while Sebastian held him.

- "I'm faster than Dad" - The boy said loudly, his little feet running non-stop on the treadmill. Your little hair is already sticking to your forehead due to sweat.

- "I want to see if it runs more than that." - Sebastian said fun increasing the speed to 7. The little boy screamed smiling and before he fell Sebastian stopped the machine taking him in his lap and throwing him up, the childish and hot laugh echoed through the empty gym, making his drooling father's heart warm up.

- "More, more, more!!!" - Isaac screamed when Sebastian put him on the floor, taking his water bottle and drinking to hydrate himself.

- "It's better not son, I'm tired and if your mother knows..."

- "Did you know what Sebastian Vettel?" - He choked on the water turning his face and seeing Y/n standing at the entrance of the gym, holding Ivy's little hand that seemed very entertained on her lollipop.

- "Nothing.. it's nothing, isn't it, son?" - He turned his face in the direction of the boy who was already running to his mother.

- "Mom! Mom! Dad let me play running on the floor that walks." - That's what he heard when he felt Y/n's sharp look towards him, he swallowed it dry, knowing that there was another complaint.

Yeah, sometimes Sebastian looked like a child, afraid of his mother (Y/n).

Hours later and they were all in a luxurious restaurant near the resort. All well dressed. Ivy was wearing a little white dress and in her blonde hair an adorable bow of the same color, her little hands with pink painted nails. Isaac was wearing black pants and a burberry blouse, his little legs swinging on the chair while eating.

Y/n was elegant in a burgundy dress, his beautiful smooth and thick legs to show and his big breasts highlighted by the neckline, which was devoured by Sebastian's look.

And Sebastian was perfect as always. A simple black pants and a black turtleneck T-shirt, elegant and a hot total in Y/n's opinion, who held on so as not to let out a sigh every minute, she loved it when he wore a turtleneck.

- "Can you cut for me daddy, please?" - Isaac asked politely to his father who waved cutting a small piece of meat in his son's mouth. Ivy ate next to her mother who also helped her.

- "Are you thirsty , princess?" - Y/n asked her, wiping her dirty mouth in soak.

- "Yes mom, I want juice." - She asked, her beautiful green eyes shining in the direction of her mother, who answered her request by helping her drink the lemon juice. Without containing the smile when the girl made a face.

- "So, tell mom how it was today, did you have fun?" - Y/n asked her children, while noticing Sebastian's look on her, to tell the truth she would never get used to those blue eyes looking so carefully at her details, it was something Y/n always loved about Sebastian.

- "Yes, Dad let me play at the gym and then rode a bike with me!" - Isaac said excited, his dimples like all his mouth dirty with soak. Sebastian smiled affectionately.

- "What a good son, your father is kind of crazy for letting you play on the treadmill.." - She gave a mischievous look at Sebastian who smirked for her.

- "But I'm glad you had fun." - Y/n said running her hand through the boy's hair, who waved, chewing. She turned her gaze to her daughter who practically slept sitting.

- "Are you very tired of today, my dear?" - Sebastian asked her, cleaning Isaac's mouth. The little girl blinked her heavy green eyes, smiling.

- "Yes, dad, mom and I had a day of beauty"- She said confident laughing from her parents, for the way she spoke the words taggled because of sleep.

- "Okay?" - She confirmed, Sebastian approached the little girl taking her little hand and seeing her painted nails.

- "It was beautiful, daughter. You look as beautiful as your mother.." - He said looking away at Y/'n who smirked exposing a dimple.

- "Mom is beautiful!!!" - The girl confirmed, smiling at her father who smoothed her little hand.

- "Absolutely love.. for sure." - Sebastian waved sending a naughty look to Y/n who smiled denying it with her head, helping her son to eat.

After a few hours, they decided to go back to the resort. The children were tired and didn't take long to fall asleep, so as soon as they arrived and changed them, their parents put them in the room.

- "Good night, loves of my life. I love you." - Sebastian said giving a long kiss on the head of his two sleepy children. Watching Y/n do the same before leaving the room.

-"Mom loves you. Sleep well." - That's what Y/n whispered to her children, fixing them right in bed and left more affectionate kisses all over their little face and left the room leaving the door half-open.

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She saw Sebastian leaning against the wall and approached him, his gaze burning with desire in the direction of Sebastian who smirked, knowing more than anyone that look that only Y/n sent him.

- "Too tired?" - He asked crossing his arms.

- "Very.. you have no idea." - Y/n said in an ironic tone, when she rolled her eyes and went to her room, ready to take a shower and relieve her sexual tension. Before she entered the room she felt her arm being grabbed without force by Sebastian, who turned him facing her, grabbing her waist then, Y/n gasped putting her hands on her ex-husband's little breastplate.

- "Where do you think you're going hm?" - He asked, your rogue smile without leaving your face.

- "Rest.. know how to relax." - Y/n approached Sebastian's ear whispering softly: - "I'm so horny, I think I need to relieve myself."

Sebastian took a deep breath, climbing his hand to Y/n's hair where he pulled without much force, he brought his face closer to the fragrant neck passing his nose to her delicate jaw, reaching his ear where he left a wet kiss right below, smiling when he felt Y/n tremble in his arms.

- "I'll help you with that." - She denied it with her head, Sebastian smiled softly against Y/n's warm skin that felt even more wet. He walked away leaving wet kisses all over her neck, got close to her fleshy mouth lightly relacing his lips when he saw Y/n grunting irritated by the provocation. He walked away a little further holding Y/n's face with his hand and watching her give him a submissive look that Sebastian loved. - "Don't play hard Y/n, we both know the little desperate little girl for my cock that you are."

- "So convinced.." - Y/n smiled, biting her lips.

- "Oh you know that yes, and you know even better that only I know how to take care of you babe." - He lowered his voice - "Only I know how to make you cum very hot on my cock - Y/n let a moan escape from her lips, she couldn't help it, she always loved the way Sebastian treated her in sex, the things he said made her so wet. And she knew he liked that.

- "P-please.." - She asked sighing, Sebastian smiled taking his hand off Y/n's face and going down to her waist, feeling her arms on his shoulders soon after.

- "My little whore." - Sebastian whispered, leaving a wet peck on Y/n's lips, she lowered the collar of Sebastian's T-shirt scratching her neck lightly and couldn't stand the provocation anymore, glued her mouths together.

The taste of the wine they had ordered earlier was palpable on their lips, and Y/n grunted during the kiss feeling Sebastian's skillful tongue suck his hard. She missed that kiss and that footprint.

Sebastian pulled his lower lip slowly, passing his tongue then to relieve the pain, leaving a long peck on Y/n before plunging his tongue into her mouth again, she who squeezed the back of her neck and scratched while Sebastian squeezed her waist tightly. He pushed Y/n to the wall that moved her mouth away from her to breathe, opening her eyes and seeing Sebastian's red mouth and rogue smile.

- "So delicious.. I missed your hot little mouth love." - He whispered making the hairs of his arms to get goosebumps, he approached him again leaving a kiss in the corner of her red lips and talking softly near your ear: - "I really want to fuck you very hard in the shower, what do you think?"

- "Yes.. I want everything from you Sebastian" - Y/n confessed sighing feeling the warm breath of Sebastian who kissed her whole neck with devotion - "Do you fuck me hm? That way only you know love." - She said softly running her hands through

Sebastian's hair who walked away smiling.

He held his hand and opened the bedroom door, then locked it. Then they would go to the large suite of the luxurious room, Y/n leaning on the sink with a naughty smile watching Sebastian close the door, when he approached him again starting a new kissing session.

Y/n pulled Sebastians' T-shirt up during the kiss, he who soon walked away taking it off and throwing it away. She couldn't help but look down through the little spotted body, the volume of the big cock already very visible in the black pants.

- "Do you like the view?" - Sebastian asked convinced, Y/n agreed with her head biting her lips.

- "Yummy.." - She spoke quietly. Sebastian smiled, raising his hand to Y/n's thick thighs, lowering his gaze and seeing the breasts he loved so much in front of him.

- "Do you miss when I sucked on your very hot breasts?" - He asks softly, continuing to raise his hand into Y/n's dress, which where he felt Sebastian's hand got even more wet. - "Or rather.." - He arrives in Y/n's lace panties without containing the little smile when she closes her eyes and throws her head back, feeling his hand touching the hard clit - "When did I fuck them with my cock?"

- "Sebastian..." - Y/n moans in need, she rests her hands on her ex-husband's firm shoulders, feeling his finger rubbing hot on her sensitive clitoris.

- "Impressive Y/n. No matter how much time passes, you will always be so sensitive to my touches." - He ran his nose on Y/n's fragrant collarbone going up her neck and delighting in his panting breath in her ear - "A bitch so needs a cock." - And Y/n opens her eyes when he moves away, taking off his pants. Y/n does the same by starting to take off her dress, anxiously.

When the two are naked, Y/n throws a naughty look at Sebastian who wrapped his big cock with a hand masturbating watching Y/n's chubby pussy, he looked up at her eyes speaking authoritatively: - "To the shower. Now." Yn didn't even hesitate to go quickly, entering the large and spacious box, she turned on the shower feeling the strong jet of water hit her hot body, closing her eyes and enjoying it, knowing that Sebastian was watching her.

- "Turns." - She heard Y/n say opening her eyes and seeing him facing her inside the box. He masturbated his thick cock and full of veins jumped slowly, the bright red head with the pre-entment leaking from the slit.

Y/n bit her lip turning around and prancing her wet ass towards Sebastian, hearing him sigh heavily. She smiled naughty shaking slowly while the water wet her body, a fucking hot scene.

- "Do you like it like that, love?" - She ran her hand through her ass giving a strong slap on her wet skin. Sebastian increased the speed of the handjob moaning quietly with his eyesight.

- "Are you going to roll like that on my dick?" - He asked panting.

Y/n turned in front of him again approaching Sebastian's spotted body, she was kneeling slowly for all the glory of the ex-husband who felt more pre-joyment leaking from his cock.

- "First, baby.." - She said touching her strong thighs - "I want you to fuck my breasts." - She licked the red glans, watching Sebastian lock his jaw. - "And then... I'm going to roll and you're going to fuck me very tasty against the box." - Y/n smiled feeling a slight slap on the cheek, Sebastian held her wet hair masturbating the cock very close to her face and hitting her on Y/n's pink cheek.

- "Be quiet and open your fucking mouth." - He told her to watch Y/n wave. She did what was asked and opened her mouth to Sebastian, who stuck his cock inside to make it very wet. Then he left positioning the cock in the middle of Y/n's breasts, she who squeezed him between them.

- "Damn.." - He moaned starting to stock up, everything slipped easily because of Y/n's wet skin who had her eyes glazed on Sebastian who bit his lips moaning softly.

Sebastian supported a hand on the side of Y/n's neck, starting to stock up harder. She who with one hand squeezed his balls and the other leaned on her waist, looking at herself horny.

- "Go love, fuck my tits hm.." - Y/n said almost in a moan, which made Sebastian roll his eyes and slap her pink cheek hard. Y/n whimpered at the burning, then smiling at her ex-husband.

- "Fuck you whore, look at me like this again that I'm going to cum on this beautiful little face of yours." - Sebastian moaned when Y/n licked the sensitive head of his cock, staring at him like that again.

- "Oh fuck.." - He threw his head back taking his cock out of the middle of Y/n's breasts, masturbating fast on the hot tongue of the greedy little whore. Cumming minutes later in Y/n's little mouth and big wet tits.

- "Always delicious.." - Y/n said after a while, getting up and being pushed under the shower, where Sebastian kissed her willingly feeling his own taste.

Y/n reached Sebastian's cock masturbating him lightly to make him hard, which didn't take long. Soon after, she went up scratching Sebastian's abdomen that walked away throwing a silly look at her, Y/n felt her pussy contract with it.

- "Fuck me." - She asked sly, Sebastian just turned Y/n with brutality under the glass of the box. She leaned her hands behind her back as if she were handcuffed, Sebastian masturbated by opening Y/n's wet ass and rubbing his hard and wet cock in the little entrance that contracts anxiously.

- "Sebastian!" - Y/n moaned when he came in for good, starting to stock up. Sebastian held in her arms, while Y/n had her cheek prot in the wet box of the bathroom, her breathing hitting against the glass along with the noise of the bodies crashing under the water in the shower.

- "Hm.. it's still so tight for me, because you know I like it, isn't it a little bitch?" - He said behind him, without stopping stocking up. Y/n moaned feeling Sebastian's hot and wet cock stocking on her little cunt.

- "Yes Sebastian.. fuck your whore!" - Y/n contracted the pussy on Sebastian's cock that grunted excited stocking up hard and non-stop while moaning hoarsely.

The wet bodies collided hard under the shower, the water fell on Sebastian's chest and Y/n's big ass that hit his groin hard, while the two moaned too much at the moment.

- "Fuck" - Sebastian moaned - "Good as fuck." - Y/n got even more wet moaning. She leaned one hand on the glass going down the other to her little clit where she rubbed hard.

- "I'm going to c-cum Seb.. fuck I'm going to cum on your cock." - Y/n moaned with her mouth glued to the box, feeling Sebastian' shead resting on her wet back while he also moaned to himself.

- "Make fun of me that I'm going to fill you with cum." - He said hoarse - "Do you want that? Do you want me to get you pregnant again, you whore?" - He asked kissing Y/n's back.

- "Y-yes fuck.. fills me with cum Seb, cums very hot inside me" - Y/n said moaning loudly when Sebastian stocked up hard three more times cumming inside her in strong jets of hot cum. Y/n then came shaking on Sebastian's cock when he squirted feeling her legs shaking and Sebastian's cock pulsating inside her.

Sebastian turned around asking if everything was okay, Y/n waved smiling and the two kissed again and again.. Until they finish the bath and go to sleep together.

It seemed like things had changed.

(...)

- "Black daddy! I want black!!" - Isaac's voice echoed in the couple's room. They were all there in bed, it was about eight at night and while Sebastian was painting Y/n's nails, Isaac and Ivy entered the room wanting to play with their parents, so everyone decided to paint their nails.

Sebastian smiled at his son waving. It had been three nights since what happened with Y/n and things were good. They had not yet talked about what happened, but somewhere inside them the two knew they were already together again.

- "To match Mom!" - Ivy smiled looking at her nails painted red.

- "That's right, my princess." - Y/n stied her daughter's curls, looking away from her son and Sebastian who painted Isaac's nail with dedication. Her passionate heart is calming up by the scene.

- "Ready son, did you like it?" - Sebastian asked when he finished. Isaac smiled sangly agreeing then approached his mother and sister, Sebastian did the same.

- "I want to see everyone's get together here." - Y/n asked, the three of them did and put their hands under the bed sheet, it was a funny mixture of colors. Sebastian was in dark blue, Isaac black, Ivy red, and Y/n also red.

- "It was beautiful! Did you like it, loves?" - Y/n asked his children who agreed to look at each other's nails.

Sebastian got closer to Y/n taking her hands and kissing them, she smiled leaving a long peck on her lips. He turned his eyes to the children who started singing and jumping on the bed, and with a beautiful smile on his face and shining eyes Sebastian said seriously to Y/n.

- "I love you." - His blue eyes were shining in the direction of Y/n who turned her children's eyes away to Sebastian, also smiling and holding back the cry.

- "I love you too, Sebastian." - She said happy. The two sealed their lips in a passionate kiss moving away when the children played saying that it was disgusting.

Regardless of everything, they were a family, and both Sebastian and Y/n would fight to make it work. And they could do it, because love always wins in the end.

[ellieslittlewh0re]

Temptations part 3 - step-sister! ellie x fem reader

part 1 - part 2 - part 3

wk - 5k

additional tags- step-sister! ellie, sarah doesn’t exists in this bc I said so, band! ellie, weed! mentions, cocky! ellie, loser! ellie, perv! ellie, sexual tension, overstimulation, orgasm denial, light choking, use of the word daddy like once, word cock/dick usage, oral (reader! receiving), fingering (reader receiving), strap-on usage (reader receiving), pussy slapping (sorry but not really), spit play, ellie is messy w it, scissoring, finger sucking, e! is rough but also really hot, implied consent obvi

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You quickly pull away, the loud banging on the

door practically sent you into a shock.

What were you thinking? We're you even thinking at all? That was a dumb question because no, you weren't. You simply let your body take control- letting it fulfill whatever fucked up need you had.

Ellie pulled away with a huff, frustrated in more ways than one, as she walked towards the front door, leaving you in the kitchen with a soaking patch growing inside your panties.

"The fuck took you so long?" Ellie said, annoyed, greeting the man at the door who was nothing but a stranger to you.

You get up, adjusting the hem of your dress to make sure everything was covered and walk towards to them.

"Sorry man. Tire blew out- had to put on a donut."

The guy said, sounding pretty unaffected- buzzed beached hair and a piercing on the arch of his eyebrow.

"I thought you said you got pulled over?" Ellie asked, sounding pretty fed up already.

"Ohhh yeah- a cop pulled us over to tell us we had a flat. Was wondering' why the road felt so bumpy." The man trailed off, mentally putting together the puzzle pieces in his head.

He was high.. like really high, the whites of his eyes a shade of pink, half closed and glossed over.

He glanced over Ellie's shoulder, meeting your shy and slightly guilty-ridden face.

"Damn Williams- you didn't say you had a new girl with you."

He points a finger in your direction, making you more uncomfortable with the acknowledgment.

"Don't be a fucking creep- she's my sister." Ellie snaps back, moving further in front of you like she was shielding you from his sight.

"Get in the van ash before you piss me off more."

Even from standing behind her, you could tell she was rolling her eyes. She was never the patient type.

The man "Ash" threw his hands up, spun around, and walked towards Ellie's car, a classic creeper van that she got because "it's convenient to move shit."

"Sorry bout' him. Weed burned all his brain cells, but I promise he's harmless."

Ellie apologized as she turns around to face you, scratching the back of her neck. Bingo.

"S' okay." You giggle, chasing her eyes with yours and when she looks- you bat your doe eyes at her, your lips widening into a gloss coated smile which made Ellie's cheeks flush and her head spin.

If it was up to her, she'd say fuck the band and fucking anything else that got in her way of having you to herself.

She would've had you bent over the same counter just moments earlier- your bare tits smushed against the granite while she had your dress hiked up over your ass and her knuckles snugged deep inside your pussy.

Ellie clears her throat, rocking on her heels as she looks around the room at anything but you. You weren't going to make this easy for her, and you wanted her to know that.

"Ready to go?" Ellie holds out a hand and you take it, letting her lead you two out the door and down the driveway.

This was Ellie's way of pretending that you're hers, even if it's just for tonight, canvassing it like it was just innocent sisterly affection.

The back of the van was packed to the brim with three more people besides the man that you met earlier, along with instruments and other equipment that you couldn't name.

Ellie points at them individually, telling you their names, and they all greet you in unison, laughing and smiling- not one of them seemed entirely sober but friendly enough.

Ellie insisted you were her passenger. She pretty much kicked Ash from the front seat so you can sit beside her- claiming "family comes first".

It was kinda embarrassing. I mean, Ellie wasn't being the most subtle, so you mouth a "sorry" under your breath in his direction before putting on your seat belt, but you couldn't deny how hot your face felt when she'd openly favor you to such a degree.

The van shortly filled with a thick haze of smoke, the music cranked to an overwhelming degree and everyone talking- more like yelling over each other. It was fun though, and it felt refreshing to be with a group of people that didn't care what anyone else thought about them, freely being themselves without feeling bad about it.

"Here- you take control." Ellie said without looking at you, eyes still on the road ahead as she hands you the aux cord.

"Oh- no- Ellie I don't know what to put on."

I take the cord in my hands, turning it over in my fingers.

"Just play anything babe-"

Ellie cuts herself off to fix her mistake, but it was too late. She slipped, and she quickly froze, waiting to see if anyone else in the van caught on, but they didn't, too busy finishing off a joint and laughing at the top of their lungs.

But you? You definitely noticed, and for a second, it felt normal until Ellie's reaction reminded you it wasn't.

"Babe, huh?" You chuckle, mocking her words under your breath as you plug in your phone, scrolling through Spotify until you find something that felt like a safe choice.

Ellies felt her cheeks ignite, both from embarrassment but also your reaction. You weren't mad or scared; you smiled wildly at the nickname, embracing it, and based on your body language- you encouraged it.

You shifted in the seat, scooting as close as you could, turning your body in her direction and crossed your legs, not bothering to fix your dress that scrunched up to the point your lace underwear was peaking out from under the fabric.

You traced shapes on her forearm that rested on the center console with your manicured nail, tracing the lines of her tattoo. You felt Ellie tense under your touch, swallowing hard and trying her best to keep her eyes on the fucking road.

Sisterly affection, right?

-

Ellie pulls the van into the alley behind the bar, shifting the gear into park.

It was pitch black, the only light source being a light pole at the corner, flickering in and out, making the already sketchy area even more unsettling.

You take a deep breath as you exit the car, shutting the door and adjusting your dress.

"Do you play here a lot?" Your voice peaks in question, looking at Ellie who was already unloading the van, holding something heavy in her arms, veins and muscles straining under the weight.

"Yeah- every other weekend or so."

You tried helping in any way you could, grabbing mic stands or rolled up cords, but Ellie always shot you down, shaking her finger followed by a "tsk tsk" and a "can't have you gettin' hurt, princess- the old man will never forgive me."

You eventually give up, knowing anything about your step sister-she's stubborn and doesn't take no for an answer. Instead you sit in the van, legs hanging out the side with the door open, observing the amount of effort it took all of them, but if you were being honest... you only looked at Ellie.

How could you not?

Her biceps bulged, and veins popped in her forearms and all the way down to her hands. Her face was focused, eyebrows scrunched together that made her look unapproachable, but when ever she caught your stares, she'd always give a side smile and a wink.

She was a literal walking wet dream.

-

To say the bar was crowded, was an understatement. The small area was filled with people that were hip to hip, waving beer bottles in their hands, yelling and cheering like they were celebrating a hard-earned victory.

It smelled like smoke and sweat; stickers and hand draw graffiti decorated the walls. Most of the people in there, we're young, mid-20s/ 30s, with the occasional older biker types sprinkled in.

You stood by awkwardly, definitely wishing you wore something that blended in more while Ellie and the rest of the band were setting up on the makeshift stage that was only a few feet from you.

You dazed out into the crowd, rocking from foot to foot when you felt Ellies presence loom over you.

"We're about to start. If you want a drink or anything- just tell Mario at the bar that you're here with me. He'll hook you up." Ellie said in a unintentionally raspy voice, crouching down on the stage to be at eye level with you.

You smile at her, looking down and giving Ellie the perfect time to ogle your tits from a downwards view.

You look up at her and lean in, positioning yourself between her bent knees, letting your nails linger over the denim of her jeans.

You stand on your tippy-toes so that you could get close enough to whisper.

"I'm not taking my eyes off you."

Ellie took a deep breath in as those words danced off the tip of your tongue, so sweet and yet, so suggestive.

Ellie bit the inside of her cheek hard; to bring her back down to earth after the way you teased her. She lifted a finger, tapping it to the underside of your chin, not in an affection way, more of "keep that shit up and see where it gets you" sort of way.

She stood, returning to the center of the stage and draped the guitar around her shoulder, plugging it in and strumming the cords to ensure the tune.

The crowd erupted into cheers louder than before, you look around and can't help but smile as the first few notes start to play.

You didn't recognize the beat, but you didn't care. Your eyes solely looked at Ellie, tuning everyone else out.

She sang into the microphone, chipped black nail polished fingers holding it in place on the mic stand. You felt entranced- under a spell, too busy soaking up the sight and not wanting to forget this night happened.

She looked like a natural, happy, and in her element, beads of sweat forming on her forehead and bridge of her nose, making stands of her hair stick to the sides of her face.

You sway to the music, rocking from side to side with a stupid smile on your face; because all you can think is, she was born for this.

Ellie tried her best to interact with the crowd, but it was hard to look at anyone else knowing you were there, front and center. The way your face lit up in shades of green and red from the neon lights overhead, your smile beaming and how effortlessly you swayed your hips, not too much, but enough to help Ellie imagine you using those movements- swirling your hips on her strap.

You catch Ellie's attention, using the opportunity to blow a kiss at her which definitely may or may not have, made Ellie's voice crack.

You can tell she was frazzled- embarrassed that her mistake echoed into the bar, but no one else seemed to care, too busy singing along and dancing- not to mention inebriated.

You cover your mouth to hide a giggle, your cheeks gleaming from the fullness and sweat of the hot bodies that danced around you.

-

Ellie and the rest of the band; were starting to pack up after saying their closing lines and thanking everyone for being here tonight.

The crowd had fizzled out. Most left, respectively-being it was almost 3 in the morning, while others passed out over tables and chairs.

"Well, whaddya think, was it everything you'd dream it'd be?" Ellie asked, dropping down from the stage to dangle her legs over the edge right next to you.

You leaned against the platform, placing a hand on her knee, looking around to make sure everyone else was still putting shit in the van.

"I think-"

You draw out your words, hushing them into a whisper.

"You- might have found your biggest fan."

Somehow you ended up between her thighs, your hands on each knee as you continue to lean into your words.

Ellie found herself subconsciously leaning in, closing the space between you, her eyes flickering to a darker gaze, her lips parted slightly as short breaths escaped them. You had a spell on her, a girl who thought she could snake her way between any women's legs, but you?

You had all the power over her.

"What do you think you're doing, huh?" Ellie asked, her voice low and coarse from her hours of singing/screaming into a microphone.

It sent shivers down your spine- how she loomed over you, how she looked at you- like she was ready to jump your fucking bones.

You bat your eyelashes, inching you hands further up the inside of her jean cladded thighs, "m' not doing anything, el's... just showing my appreciation is all." You play dumb, rubbing circles dangerously close to the seam of her crotch.

"You're unbelievable-"

"Vans' all packed, ready to go-?"

Ash called out, entering the doorway from the back alley.

You pulled away, clearing your throat, trying to shoot down any suspicions that he may have had. 

Ellie kicked off the platform, running a hand through her shagged haircut.

"Yeah- let's blow this place."

She took your hand in hers, letting you trail behind her as you go back to the car.

It felt urgent and rushed, feeling her grip. She was frustrated and wanted to get you home as quickly as possible to teach you a lesson- make herself feel like she was in control again.

-

The ride home was... tense. Ellie didn't say a word, her jaw clenched, white fisting the steering wheel.

When we got home, she didn't bother saying goodbyes or offering anyone to crash for the night, which she usually would do. She was too determined, too eager to let any more distractions get in her way.

The rest of her band pulled out of the driveway, red brake lights disappearing into the distance, while Ellie continued to tug- more like drag you into the house, making sure to be as quiet as possible to not wake your poor, unsuspecting father.

She drags you up the stairs, your heels making you trip, but she doesn't ease up. The grip on your wrist tightening.

You whisper yell to her, telling her to slow down, but it went unacknowledged.

She yanks you into your bedroom, practically pushing you onto the bed, shutting the door quickly, but making sure to turn the knob so it wouldn't echo a clicking noise throughout the house.

Your heartbeat thuds harder against your chest, propping yourself up on your elbows as you looked at her. You felt a tightening in your stomach, and the room felt like it was on fire.

"You had fun tonight, huh? Like playing your little games with me?" Ellie said accusingly, steeping to the foot of the bed, placing a knee between your legs that dangled over the side.

"I don't know what you're talking about." You continue to act innocent, lowering your voice into a hushed wined like a kicked puppy.

Her knee between your legs forces them apart, displaying your laced-covered heat.

Ellie clicked her tongue against her teeth, slinking a finger to raise the hem of your dress to get a better look.

"Want me to take care of that?" She teases, a cocky smirk hinted on her lips as she motions a eyebrow raise at your sopping cunt.

You almost whimper just from hearing her voice alone, in fact, you probably did.

You don't respond, too distracted by how fucking hot you felt.

Ellie widens her stance, prying your legs further apart as she climbed on top of you.

"Or- do you want me to let you deal with it yourself."

She mere inches from your face, her breath brushing against your lips.

You shake your head desperately, indicating a no.

"Ah-ah.. need to hear you say it pretty girl."

She smirks, her eye contact deepening.

"N-no els.. need your help." You whined, hoping it would make her have pity on you.

Your hands reach up, snaking your fingers through her hair.

She dips down further, pausing before your lips touch. Ellie's lips ghost over, barely grazing yours. Her knee hikes between your thighs and bumps against your cunt.

"A-ah.." You moan, biting your lip and start to grind yourself down on her knee.

In an instant, something ignited in Ellie, hearing your moans and how you desperately tried to get yourself off with little patience or rhythm. She connects your lips, and a low moan vibrates in your mouth as she slips her tongue inside, grazing your teeth and spongy walls.

"You're fucking killing me.." She growls between open mouth kisses, letting her knee drag over your poor, neglected pussy.

You whine, placing your hands on the back of her thighs and pushing her harder against you.

"S' not enough... need more e-ellie."

"Pretty girl needs more, huh?" She said mockingly in a way that sounded dehumanizing.

You nod enthusiastically, your eyebrows furrowing up in frustration.

"Then beg." She stopped all movements with her knee, and your hips raise to connect the contact, but it was no use- only she can save you now.

"P-please els.. I'll do anything- I'll be good.. please." You babbled and pleaded, not really sure what you were saying, but you didn't care as long as it got her to touch you.

Ellie smirked down at you, clearly satisfied that she had you this needy.

"Atta girl... have to be quiet though- Can't have dad hearing you getting fucked, can we?"

You nod pathetically again and Ellie rewards you with a kiss for how good you were being. She pulls away, hovering over you on her knees as she looked down, eyes trailing slowly to take you all in.

She gets off the bed, kneeling at the edge of it to be eye level with your soaked cunt.

"Up."

She taps your calf, signaling for you to prop up your legs and you do what she says without any hesitation.

She thumbs over your pussy, looking up to watch you squirm from the littlest touches that she gives you.

She rubs tight circles over your clit, and to be honest- it felt like a punishment- how lightly she was doing it, knowing how fucking worked up you were.

"Els... please." You whine, tears forming in the corners of your eyes, thrusting your hips up shamelessly.

You hear ellie chuckle to herself before she palms your pussy harshly, rolling her wrist against it which caused you to cry out.

"Sorry baby- just love seeing you all stupid for me." She continued to feel you through your panties, getting you more wet than before.

The pet names she was throwing out had you close by itself, knowing how fucking wrong it was, but fuck... nothing has ever felt this good.

She wrapped her hands around your thighs, fisting the fat between her fingers to spread you out more. You cover your mouth to suppress a moan.

She dips down, hovering over your cunt and you felt her breath hitting your core before she flat tongues a strip over the fabric. She uses her fingers to tug aside your panties, letting the tip of her tongue flick your erect clit.

You bite down on your hand while the other fists your comforter, rocking your hips against her tongue.

"F-fuuu- mm." Your jaw hangs open, fully engrossing yourself with the sensations of her skilled touch.

"Taste so fucking good, baby.. knew you would." Ellie whispered- almost growled between each taste, her hunger growing more out of control.

You pull at the top your dress, yanking your straps down your shoulders and palm your tits, kneading the fat between your fingers.

Ellie noticed, her eyes widening a little before going dark again. She rips off your underwear, yanking them down your legs and tossing them to the floor.

You yelp/moan in surprise as her hands grab you by the back of your thighs and yank you down further to the edge of the bed. She pushes your knees up, leaving your pussy fully exposed to her.

"So pretty.. such a pretty pussy." Ellie says, almost to herself as she placed a kiss to your bud before taking it into her mouth, suckling it until it was swollen and puffy.

You were a mess at this point, overstimulated, and at the same time, you wanted more.

Ellie sat up to watch you carefully, running her fingers over your folds before slapping your puffy cunt repeatedly. It started light at first, but each slap had more power than the last, and she just watched. She watched you squirm, and buckling your hips, trying to get away, but her other hand had a tight grip on your hip to keep you in place.

Full-on tears were streaming down your face at this point, and your clit was throbbing, but you still felt so empty and desperate to be filled.

"E-ellie.. it's too much.. n-need you inside." You said through broken sobs to the best of your abilities.

Ellie's hand tighten on your hip and it will definitely leave bruises for the days to come.

"You need me inside pretty girl?" Ellie fakes a sympathetic tone, her hand smearing your slick further down your thighs before placing a kiss to the delicate skin.

You nod down at her through wet eyelashes, using the back of your hand to wipe away a stray tear.

Your exhale was cut short, Ellie's finger plunging into your pussy, slow at first and just holding it inside, curling it against your walls.

"O-oh- fuuck." You fist the sheets at your sides, your dress bunched up where it only covered a small portion of your mid-section, leaving all the most important details on display.

Her single finger was joined by a second, pumping in and out slowly and spreading them apart inside you. Ellie lacked any rhythm, purposefully slowly her movements when you were close to your climax.

You were a mess, hair sticking to your forehead, and your lip was swollen and raw from biting down on it to keep yourself fucking quiet.

Ellie loved every second of it, watching you fall apart from every little thing she did to you, but it was getting harder to ignore how her boxers were sticking to her own arousal.

After Ellie was satisfied that your were properly stretch out for her, she got up and left the room, leaving you confused on the bed.

She returned not even 2 minutes later, her pants gone, leaving her in just her boxers and her black muscle tank, but she had on something else; a harness that cupped the underside of her ass and a purple silicone dick that stood between her thighs.

Your breath catches in your throat, and a shudder runs down your spine as she strolls over to the bed. 'How could she possibly get any hotter?' You thought to yourself.

She gets on the bed, crawling over you and cages you in with her hands on either side of your head.

Her hand reaches around your throat, squeezing lightly as she connects your lips, it's sloppy and rough, leaving you begging for what's to come.

You break away, your hand coming up to tuck a stray hair behind her ear.

"We shouldn't do this."

"Oh- now you want to stop?" She grins, her hand on your throat coming down to squeeze your tit before rolling your nipple between her fingers.

You moan, squeezing your eyes shut as your head presses further back into the mattress.

"S' not what I said." You whisper sweetly.

"Good-" and just like that, her hand holds the base of her dick, lining it up to your entrance, running it along your folds, and coating it in your slick.

"P-please, please, Ellie.. I need it- O-oh.. fuc-k." You're cut off by her dick slamming into you, fully disappearing inside your cunt. Your nails sink into her forearm, surly leaving crescent shapes into the flesh.

She slowly pulls out only to snap her hips forward, repeating the motion that had you reaching for her, begging to feel her lips on yours again.

You were split open, brain foggy and the only thing you could focus on was her. You whine and moan, sharpe exhales cut short by the tip of her cock hitting your cervix just right. You are babbling incoherently, barely able to form a coherent thought, simply muttering her name over and over again, and it was music to Ellie's ears.

She falls forward, her hand wrapping around your jaw as she plants open mouth kisses to your puffy lips, wet of your saliva mixed with hers.

"Fuck- taking me so well, baby. Such a good girl."

She breathed into your lips, pent up frustration covered up by praises.

Ellie was growing more insatiable, her hand wondering down to squeeze your tit, pulling at your redden and abused peak, but it wasn't enough.

Her pointer and middle finger glazed over your bottom lip, smearing your spit across your face before tapping for entry. You opened hesitantly at first, too fucked out to question her. Her fingers slip in, reaching further into the back of your throat. You moan around her, tasting yourself on her as she presses against your tongue.

Ellie snaps, her hips rutting faster against yours, hitting deeper and harder than you thought anyone could. You yell out in painful pleasure, Ellie's hand coming up to cover your mouth as she sucks on your neck, breathing into it like a women starved. Ellie wanted to take her time with you- wanted you to beg for her to come, but she was past that point.

Tears steamed down your cheeks, your nails clawed at the back of her shoulders as she pistoned into your aching cunt. Your cries were growing louder, muffed by Ellie's hand and she felt your body tense under her, signaling how close you were.

Her lips tugged at the sensitive skin below your ear, pulling and letting it plop back into place, moving up to position her lips over your ear.

"Cum fr' daddy, baby girl."

That's all it took, hearing her primitive voice echo in your brain, feeling her breath fan over your neck. Your hips buckle and then stiffen, her lips capture yours the hide the cry that you both knew was coming on. Your back arches off the mattress, your legs tighten around her waist to keep her deep inside as you come undone on her cock.

She slows her pace inside, snapping her hips against your spongy walls, working you through your orgasm.

She quickly placed a kiss to your worn lips, carefully removing herself from you. You were left breathless, still feeling the aftershocks sparking through your body, not noticing Ellie ridding herself of the hardness and the rest of her clothes minus the black sport bra that she kept on.

She crawled back on the bed, her hands prying your knees open as she portioned herself between your legs.

You barely had time to take in the fact she was almost fully naked, her toned stomach and defined 'v' that lead your eyes down to her dripping pussy.

"Wha-? Els... what are you-?" You ask, eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

"M' not done with you yet, baby- not after the way you've been teasing me- gonna use your pretty pussy to cum... can you let me do that?" She smirks, rubbing a hand down your inner thigh. It wasn't a question- she was simply vocalizing what she was going to do, and who were you to deny her? 

Your breath hitches, your cunt clenching around nothing, already missing the pressure of her inside. You nod weakly at her, taking your bottom between your teeth.

"Good girl." She coos, leaning down to kiss your knee.

She wedges herself between you two, positioning one of your legs over her shoulder as she sinks down onto you.

"Mm... fuck- oh my god- you make feel so fucking good babe." Ellie moans, grinding her sopping cunt against yours, the combination of your slick coating your thighs and hers.

You're beyond gone at this point, eyes blown out, and the corners of your vision going dark. Ellie grunted with each snap of her hips, her temple resting against your calf as her eyes focused on where you two were connected. Her jaw hung slightly and her brows furrowed upwards, little moans threatened her tongue.

You felt your stomach tightening, your clit pulsating and rubbed raw.

"E-ellie... I can't- gonna cum." You whine, your tone dripping in lust, and desperate to come undone.

"M-me too.. fuck- gonna cum all over your fucking pussy." Ellie said through clenched teeth, speaking more to herself than to you, getting off to hearing such crude words come from her mouth.

If kissing your step-sister wasn't bad enough... this was crossing the line of downright; filthy. The sounds that filled the room, wet skin rubbing against more wet skin, your whines mixed with Ellie's moans and sharp, shallow breaths. It was something straight out of a porno.

"You feel so-fucking-good.. oh my god-" Ellie's jaw drops, rutting her hips harder and faster against yours to reach her growing climax.

Your nails dig into her hip bone, your body going limp and you just take it, too fucked out to do anything else.

You babble her name weakly, eyes rolling back into your skull, grabbing at her in any way you can.

"Fuck-fuck-ohmygod-" You cry, causing Ellie to kiss your inner thigh that rested on her shoulder, sweetly, cooing words of 'I know' and 'cum for me pretty girl'.

Her hips sputter and jolt, growing harder to keep her pace as she reached her peak.

One last glide of her hips had both of you falling apart, shaking and squirming beneath her, whining and moaning into the back of your hand.

She slowed her pace before stopping all together, gently removing your leg and brought it down to rest on the bed.

She laid beside you, breathing heavily, bringing her forearm to rest over her eyes. You both stay like that for for a moment, catching your breath and letting the silence creep into the room.

Ellie turns to face you and brings the sheet up, and over your frame, slinking an arm over your torso. You turn to look at her, almost too engrossed in her features to think about the consequences. Her skin was dewy, freckles sprinkled her cheeks and upper lip, and her lips were full and a darker shade of pink from how chaffed they were. She was beautiful, and you were fucked.

"Probably shouldn't have done that, huh?" She chuckles, bringing her hand up to remove a strand of hair from your face.

A burst of air escapes your nose as you return a giggle, placing your hand on top of hers as it cups your cheek.

"Probably not- what are we going to do?" You ask rhetorically, eyes dazing up to the ceiling.

Ellie hums in thought, memorizing the side of your face, wanting to remember every detail of your skin.

"We could change our names... move to the other side of the country." She teased, but only partly.

"Ha- seems like a lot of work for the sake of having sex with someone." You playfully scoff, rolling your eyes.

Her thumb dances over your bottom lip, swiping back and forth like she's deep in a thought.

"Just say the words and I'll buy the plane tickets."

[azzo0]

Happy Mama Day

Summary: Touya and the kids surprise you for Mother's Day.

Contains: soft Touya, fluff, kids n sappy stuff

Pairing: Touya x f!reader

wc: 2.1k

Based on this idea.

Touya buried his face under a blanket when little hands slapped his cheek. A little girl's voice screamed at him excitedly to wake up. He opened his eyes slightly, sighing into the pillow when both his kids started jumping on the bed, singing, "Wake up! Wake up!"

"Daddy, Daddy, Keiko said it's Mama day today!" His son yelled, pulling the blanket off him.

"It's called Mother's Day, not Mama Day, Takeo." His daughter sassed, crossing her arms as if she knew some great secret her younger brother didn't.

"Stop jumping, Takeo. I'm up." Touya sighed, sitting up and running a hand through his snowy hair, disheveled from sleep. Takeo jumped into Touya's lap, making him let out an 'oomph.'

"Daddy, Keiko told me-" the three-year-old began. Sometimes, Toya was surprised by how fluently the child could speak since most three-year-old's he knew yapped in baby language. He talked to Rei about it, and she told him he used to be the same.

"Keiko-Nee." He corrected, his gaze shifting to his eldest. She excitedly crawled to him and sat on her knees excitedly. He ruffled her bright red hair and looked down at Takeo, "What did she tell you?"

"Keiko-Nee told me that her teacher told her it's Mama Day!" The boy exclaimed.

"Is it?" He hummed.

"Can we do something special for Mama when she gets back from work?" Keiko asked. "My teacher told me you can show your thanks to your mothers today! Let's do something special!"

"How do we show our thanks?" Takeo asked, tilting his head.

"We can make her cards and make her favorite food or buy her gifts!"

Takeo gasped and looked up at Touya with wide eyes, the same colour as yours, "Does that mean we can cook a cake?"

"Bake a cake," Touya threw the child over his shoulder and got off the bed, holding a hand out for Keiko. She took his hand and jumped off the bed, "Sure we can, but first you two need to eat breakfast, clean up your rooms, get ready for the day, do your homework and then we'll bake Mama a cake, okay?"

"It's not fair that I have homework and Takeo doesn't!" Keiko lamented, puffing her cheeks out.

"He does have homework. He has a colouring book to fill. Isn't that right, Taki?"

The three year old nodded his head even though he wasn't sure what 'homework' was. Touya took the kids downstairs and made them sit at the dining table. He went into the kitchen and put on the apron. He took out a few eggs and beat them up with milk and sugar. He dipped slices of bread inside the eggs and then fried them, keeping them a little soft because that's the way his babies liked it.

He took the plates out in the dining room, setting them in front of the kids, "Eat up."

"Thank you," the two chimed.

He sat across from Keiko and Takeo. He sighed when Takeo began breaking the bread into bits without putting them in his mouth. Touya quickly finished his breakfast and helped Takeo with his. After breakfast, the kids followed him upstairs so they could clean their bedrooms. Keiko was six, old enough to make her bed and tidy her room, but Takeo still needed help, given he was only three.

He folded Takeo's blanket and kept it in the crib while Takeo picked up the toys littered on the floor and dumped them in the toybox. Once Touya was done with Takeo's room, he went to Keiko's room, watching his daughter huff and puff as she folded her giant blanket all by herself. She turned to him after she was done, flexing her arms, "I did it by myself!"

"You did great, Keiko." He lowered his back with Takeo on his hip and kissed Keiko's hair. He took her hand and led the kids to the bathroom.

He put Takeo down, took Keiko's unicorn toothbrush, put a small amount of toothpaste on it and handed it to her. He then proceeded to put toothpaste on Takeo's smaller shark toothbrush. He gave him the toothbrush and watched him look up at his sister and try to imitate her. Touya smiled to himself and took his toothbrush hanging beside yours. He brushed his teeth along with his kids and then helped them wash their faces, making them giggle when he patted them dry.

"Cake time!" Keiko squealed, stomping downstairs with Takeo chanting 'cake' behind her.

"Homework first, you two." Touya reminded sternly.

"But I don't have school tomorrow. I can do it later!" Keiko whined, "And Taki's homework isn't even real homework! You just make him sit down and colour a bunch'a of pages so you can watch soccer on the TV!"

Toya raised his eyebrows amusedly as Keiko tapped her floor impatiently. He let out a chuckle and turned to the kitchen, "Alright, alright. Just don't make a mess, okay?"

"Yes!!" She exclaimed, taking Takeo's hand and following after her father.

Touya helped Keiko and Takeo into little aprons and rummaged through the cabinets, looking for the cake mix he bought ages ago. It's not that he didn't know how to bake a cake from scratch, but with two kids involved, the kitchen was bound to get chaotic. He found a vanilla cake mix and took out a bowl and a hand beater, setting everything on the counter. He opened the flaps of the cake mix as the kids watched him excitedly. He took out a white coloured packet and cut it open with a pair of scissors.

"Can I put it in the bowl?" Keiko asked.

"Sure ya can. Come closer." He handed her the packet, and she carefully put the mix into the bowl. Keiko snatched the cake mix box and read the instructions, squinting her eyes as she tried to read the sentences.

"It says to... mix water, oil, 'n eggs with a mixer on... meedum...?"

"Medium," Toya corrected, encouraging her to go on.

"...speed or beat by hand for two minutes." She finished with a grin. Touya patted her hair and measured out the water and oil, which Takeo insisted he wanted to pour. Touya picked up Takeo so he could reach for the cups he had measured. He watched Takeo pick up the cup of oil in his chubby hands and empty it into the cake mix, followed by the water.

"You want to crack the egg?" Toya asked Keiko, smiling when she nodded excitedly. He showed her how to crack an egg and then handed her another one. She managed to crack the egg and let its contents fall into a bowl.

"Do we beat with an electric mixer or hand?" Keiko asked.

"Hand beater," Toya replied. He mixed the ingredients and then let Keiko take over for a little bit. Of course, Takeo didn't want to be left out and had to take a turn whipping the batter.

"And then we pop it in the oven," Touya transferred the batter into a cake pan and put it in the oven that had been preheating for some time.

"Daddy, while we wait, let's make Mama a birthday card!" Keiko exclaimed, pulling on his hand.

"I've got some cleaning up to do, Kei. You make one with your brother-"

"No! Don't you gotta wish Mom Happy Mother's Day too?" Keiko put her foot down and crossed her arms over her chest.

"Yes, let's make a mama card," Takeo added.

"Fine," Touya sighed, "Let's go make a mama card."

He sat on the floor in the living room with the kids. Keiko handed him and Takeo A4-size papers and let them use her sketch pens and colour pencils. She told him how to make a card, speaking as if she was giving away the world's darkest secret, "So, basically, you fold it in half like this, and then you write 'Happy Mother's Day' in fancy handwriting. You can make a drawing if you wanna, and then on the inside, you thank Mama for all she's done. Any questions?"

"No, ma'am, thank you." Dabi picked up a blue sketch pen and nudged Takeo, "Say thanks to your sister, Taki."

"Fanks."

Touya had never made cards for anyone before. Sure, he'd received plenty of sweet ones from you, but he never gave you one in return. He folded the paper in half and tried mustering up his fanciest handwriting, which turned out looking like a doctor's note. He picked up a red sketch pen and threw in a couple of hearts and smiley faces.

He moved on to the inside of the card, and that's where he got stuck. The green sketch pen hovered over the paper as he thought of what to put inside. He had so much he wanted to thank you for. Your love, your support and your kindness. The list went on and on. He glanced up from the paper to see Keiko beautifully decorating the card while Takeo went on a scribbling spree. He smiled softly at the kids and looked down at the paper. He knew just what to write.

You knocked on the door and yawned, bringing a hand to cover your mouth. It had been a long day at work, but you couldn't wait to greet your husband and kids and then spend some time together on the couch after dinner. You heard a few excited cries, and the door was thrown open.

"HAPPY MAMA DAY!!" Takeo screamed, hugging your leg.

"Happy Mother's Day!" Keiko exclaimed with a grin, hopping from foot to foot.

"Oh, my babies." You smiled and stepped inside, pulling them both in a hug. You kissed their cheeks and made them giggle. "Thank you so much."

"No, thank you for all you do, Mama! You're so cool!" Keiko beamed.

"So cool!" Takeo agreed.

"Okay, okay, let ya mama breathe." You looked up when you heard Touya's voice. His lips tugged up on the side in a smirk, "Hey. Happy Mama Day."

"Thank you," you laughed, kissing his cheek.

"We baked you a cake, and Papa made your favorite dinner!" Keiko exclaimed, "We also made you cards!"

"Mhm?" You took the card from Keiko and read through it with a stupid grin. You kissed her nose, "Aww, thank you, Kei. You're so sweet."

"Here is my mama card." Takeo waved his drawing in front of your face. You took it from him and gushed over the stick figures of him and you holding hands.

"It's lovely, thank you, Taki." You squished his cheeks together lovingly.

"Papa, where's your card?" Keiko asked.

"I didn't make any. What are you talking about?" Touya shrugged.

"Lies!"

Touya sheepishly revealed the hand in which he held the card. You got up from the floor and took the card, giggling at his messy handwriting adorned with hearts, flowers and smiley faces. It was so unlike him. You flipped it open and read it.

Happy Mama Day, wifey.

There's a lot I wish I could say to you more often, but putting it here feels easier. Thank you for all that you've done for me and our kids. Thank you for being by my side when nobody was and for holding my hand on sleepless nights and shooing away my nightmares. Thanks for dragging me out of my depressive episodes and taking me on ice cream dates. I'll never forget them. The ice cream was delicious, by the way.  

Thank you for birthing our beautiful children. I'm so lucky to have you by my side to raise our kids. You're my definition of a blessing in human form.

With love,

Your handsome husband,

Touya

(P.S. You have a nice butt)

Your hands quivered as you read the note. Your eyes blurred with hot tears. They fell onto the card, and he pulled you into him and kissed your temple. You wrapped your arms around him and buried your nose in his chest, feeling his warmth seep into your skin, "Thank you, Touya."

"My words hit ya that deep? Maybe I should be a poet." He chuckled, combing your hair with his fingers.

"There's nothin' poetic about it." You muffled into his chest. You pulled away and pressed a kiss on his lips. His hand went to rest on your lower back as he leaned into you.

You were aware of the kids watching, so you pulled away and glanced back to see Keiko pretending to be very interested in the door handle while Takeo tugged at his sister's sleeve. You chuckled and held an arm open, "Come here, Keiko, Takeo."

You scooped up Takeo while Touya picked up Keiko. You let your head rest against Touya's shoulder, your heart brimming with joy and contentment, "I love my little family."

[and-claudia]

Just Wait in the Truck (Rip Wheeler x Dutton! Reader

Based on the song "Just Wait in the Truck" by HARDY

Yellowstone Taglist

Warnings: mention of abusive relationship (not with Rip), gun violence, death (let me know if I missed one)

A/n: this is my first time writing for Rip or anyone in Yellowstone. I just started season 2

Word count: 744

Rip’s PoV

I was driving through town, heading back to the ranch for the night. There was a nasty storm out and I could barely see 10 feet in front of the truck. I had just made it to the outskirts of town when something had me hitting the brakes. Someone was walking along the side of the road. I threw the truck in reverse and carefully backed up. 

It was a girl. Shit, it was Yn. I reached over and opened the passenger door for her. She looked terrified. 

“Climb in.” I said gently, trying not to scare her any more than she clearly was. 

She got in and sat silently. She had bruises appearing along her arms and her face and her nose was bleeding slightly still. Her shirt had a tear in it and blood stained it in a few spots but I couldn’t tell if it was all hers. 

“What happened?” I asked. 

“What do you think?” She said quietly, before turning to look at me, “Please don’t tell my dad. I don’t need him worrying about me.” 

I gave her a single nod before putting the truck in drive but keeping my foot on the break as I looked at her. 

“Where is he?” I asked. 

She told me his address and I started driving that way. The rain had soaked through her clothes and she was shivering, so I carefully reached behind her seat to grab the jacket I had tossed back there before handing it to her. She took it and covered herself up with it, tucking her knees to her chest trying to make herself as small as possible. 

When we pulled up to his trailer I put the truck in park before grabbing my pistol. The rain had let up a little and I opened the door and got out. 

“Wait in the truck.” I told her. 

She looked at me, the fear had returned to her eyes slightly. 

“What are you going to do?” She asked, though, I knew she knew the answer. 

I took a deep breath and sighed, “Just wait in the truck.” 

With that, I shut the door and made my way up the steps to his front door. I banged on his door. Nothing. I did it again. Nothing. So I kicked it down and walked in. He was sitting in a beat-up, old recliner with a bottle of whiskey hanging from his hand. 

“What the hell man?” He slurred his words as he yelled at me. 

“What’d you do to her?” I asked. 

I didn’t hide the fact that I had a pistol in my hand, I didn’t need to. But the moment he saw it he was reaching for his rifle. Before he even got to it, I raised my gun and shot him. His body fell with a thud. I took my phone out and got some backup to come and help me with the body so I could get Yn home. I stepped over his limp body and into his kitchen, over to his fridge. I grabbed two beers before leaving and going back to the truck. 

Reader’s PoV

I heard the gunshot from inside and flinched. It felt like years passed as I watched the door waiting to see who walked out. A breath of relief fell from my lips as I saw Rip walking out. He came around the other side and climbed back into the truck. He didn’t say anything just offered me a beer he had clearly stolen. 

“Gotta wait for help to come.” He said and I knew what he meant. 

I took the bottle from him and opened it. 

“Thank you.” I said, though it wasn’t for the beer. 

He nodded. 

Not too long later, headlights pulled up behind us. It was my brother Kayce. He got out and so did Rip. I stayed where I was. 

Rip’s PoV

“Is she okay?” Kayce asked. 

“Bruised and bloody. I didn’t load her down with questions. Give her time.” I said. 

He nodded and glanced into my truck to check on his sister, “Did she see anything?” 

I shook my head, “I told her to wait in the truck.” 

“Good. Get her home. Take care of her, Rip. We’ll handle this.” He said. 

“Yes, sir.” I tilted my hat at him before getting back into the driver’s seat of the truck. 

I looked over to Yn, “Come on, let’s get you home.” 

Rip Wheeler Taglist:

[nineteenninety-six]

Please can I request shelby sister getting a love bite and her brothers reactions to it?

Hello! Sorry, this isn't the greatest but I couldn't really think of a way to end it plus I'm mega tired.

Living with three extremely overprotective older brothers was not fun or easy, especially as you wanted to grow up and explore as many young women do.

But every time YN wants to go out she gets a barrage of questions from your brothers asking where she was going, who she was going out with, what time she would be back and about a million more questions before she escapes through the door.

But her brother's over-protectiveness would end up biting them in the arse as (Y/N) began to sneak out to avoid them, either climbing through her bedroom window or sneaking out during the dead of night when everyone was asleep. The only person who caught on was Ada who did the same thing when she was her age and in sister solidarity, Ada kept her mouth shut.

Every weekend (Y/N) snuck out to hang out with her friends at a pub and would come back just before the sun rose but this weekend was slightly different. Usually, she would just drink with her friends but this time there was a group of boys sitting at the table next to them and the two groups got close, buying drinks for each other and becoming close which caused things to develop in a not-so-innocent way and resulted in her leaving the pub with a couple of love bites on her neck.

As (Y/N) turned the corner onto Watery Lane, she stopped in her steps at the sight of all the lights on in her house. They had figured it out and were waiting for her to get her so they could confront her. 

(Y/N) considered running off to a friend's house but that would only delay the inevitable so she squared her shoulders and continued home completely forgetting about the marks on her neck. 

The low murmuring coming from the kitchen halted to a stop when she closed the front door behind her. (Y/N) quickly hurried to the kitchen, knowing that if she lingered she would run away and the consequences would be worse.

With one final deep breath, (Y/N) pushed open the kitchen door and stepped inside to find everyone in there waiting for her, even little Finn was struggling to keep his eyes open.

Polly let out a sigh of relief when (Y/N) walked through the door, “Right! She managed to make it home safe. Can we finally go to bed?”

“Not just yet Pol,” Arthur grumbled.

“No, you lot can do whatever you want but it’s past Finn’s bedtime, we’re both going upstairs”

No one argued at that and even though (Y/N) hoped Ada would stay downstairs, her older sister gave her a sympathetic smile and a pat on her shoulder before following Polly and Finn upstairs.

“Might as well get this over with then…” (Y/N) sighed as she threw herself into the seat that Polly and Ada had vacated, opposite her three very angry brothers.

“Defying our explicit rules, drinking with strangers, staying out on the streets all night and god knows what else” Tommy begins the telling off, “Why would you do everything we told you not to do?”

(Y/N) didn’t even get a chance to speak before Arthur speaks up,

“We raised you better than this! What happened to you?”

(Y/N) huffed at her brother, “The only reason I do this is that you keep me on a bloody leash! I’m not allowed to do a million things according to you and I’m fucking tired of it”

(Y/N) jumped up from the couch to storm upstairs but was stopped in her tracks but John’s hand on her arm.

“Wait a sec…what’s that on your neck?”

(Y/N)’s eyes widen as she remembers her lovebites, she had totally forgotten about them.

“You must be getting old, there’s nothing on my neck” (Y/N) quipped in hope that it would distract her brothers.

She only managed to one step up before Tommy grabbed her arm and tugged her back down the stairs and down on the sofa.

“That’s not going to work and you know it now tell us the truth, what’s with the hickeys” Tommy got straight to the point, face blank and serious as usual.

Tommy was the only brother whose buttons she didn’t try to push and though he did have a soft side that allowed for some teasing, she had learned when that side came out and it was most definitely not now.

“You know, love bites nothing special…” (Y/N) mumbled under her breath

“Speak up!” Arthur cut in

(Y/N) huffed and rolled her eyes but did as she was told, “It was only this once!”

“It’s not like we can trust your word, look at what you’ve been doing for the past couple of weeks, sneaking out and all!” This time it was John who spoke up.

“Well, I wouldn’t have had to do that if you didn’t keep me on a damned leash the whole time! Christ!”

With one last glare at her brothers, she stormed upstairs effectively escaping any more questioning as well as any punishment. Whilst her brother had most definitely not forgotten about the hickeys that have hopefully realised it was better if they shut up and act like they never existed than deal with a very angry her.

[assortedseaglass]

The Seamstress & The Sailor - Chapter Two

[Masterlist]

Warnings: Teeny bit of language

Word Count: 2.1K

Note: Hi everyone! Thank you for the love on the last chapter. This fic is quite special to my heart; my maternal grandparents lived around Manchester during WWII, and began their relationship at that time. We have some beautiful letters that my grandad wrote to my grandma while he was stationed abroad. She was also a seamstress, when war breaks out in the story I’m going to give Bess the same job that she had in the war, and the other Vaughn girls the job that my paternal grandmother, a factory girl, did.

I also kept writing Ida instead of Bess. Still in Come Back To Me mode.

“Damn.” The needle between Bess’ fingers snapped. She didn’t realise how tightly she had been holding it, and the stiff fabric of Mrs Chase’s suit was one task too many for it. She rummaged in her sewing box for a spare but dropped it immediately between the floorboards of the kitchen. Bess didn’t have the energy to swear again, and for a moment stared at the spot where the needle had disappeared. She’d been absentminded all day.

“Your feet are freezing,” Dot had grumbled that morning, from her spot in the bed that the two shared. Bess didn’t bother putting on her woollen socks. A moment later, Cora burst threw the door. Bess saw that her single bed in the corner was already made.

“Get up you two.” She left, leaving the door open behind her. Bess looked at the clock. 7am. The five Vaughns barely spoke over breakfast. Cora slammed a plate of eggs and bacon on the table, but didn’t touch a morsel herself. Fergal and Albie ate it in a rush before heading to the docks in silence. Between fiery outbursts and tears, Dot had hurried to the factory to begin her shift, leaving Cora behind to clear up.

“I’ll do it,” Bess said sullenly, watching her sister fret about being late for her own shift. It would be different tomorrow, but for today, the Vaughns let themselves wallow.  

Bess pulled on her brogues, tucked her purse into her trouser pocket and made her way to the shop on the corner. The sun was warm against her face. She knew that the rest of the day was to be spent indoors and so she took her time. Hands tucked into her pockets, she strolled relaxedly on the cobbles of the street. Up ahead, a few young men were heading home from their shift at the dockyard; Bess knew it from the symbol stitched into their jumpers, the same as her father’s. They fell silent as they watched her approach.

“Afternoon,” she said to them lowly.

“Afternoon, Bess.” One of the men, Frank she thought it was, said.

“You going to the dancehall tonight, Bess?” asked Walter.

“Not tonight,”

“What about tomorrow?” Frank said as Bess passed them.

“We’ll see,” she replied, not bothering to turn her head. Frank Smith and Walter Watson were in Cora’s class at school. One day, when Cora had been ill and Bess had not long started, they followed her home and poured a carton of soured milk over her. That had been the beginning of Bess’ tumultuous time at school. Girls never included her in their games. The boys used to lift up her skirt and tell her she was disgusting. Cora would shout at them until she was blue in the face, but it never made any difference. Creep, ugly, Paddy, witch. Bess was quiet yes, and kept to herself, but she had never understood why the children at school hated her so. That was the great work of the Vaughn girls’ mother; instilling in them a quiet, gentle confidence. The bullying eventually stopped when their mother had turned up at the school gates to see one of the girls cut out a chunk of Bess’ hair. No sooner had the offender giggled maliciously was Etta Vaughn storming across the playground with her nail scissors to do the very same.

It wasn’t until Bess came back from her summer in central Manchester that she noticed the real shift. One of the new mothers at the hospital where Etta worked as a nurse had seen Bess meet her mother after work. Commenting on the spring dress she wore, the lady discovered that the teenage Bess had made it herself. Impressed with her work, she invited her to train at her aunt’s dressmaking business in Manchester for the summer. There, Bess met other independent young women. She read Vogue. Handled fabrics from all over the world and attended some of the richest women in that part of the country. Her quiet confidence appealed to the women that came to the atelier’s; this was a young woman who clearly knew what she was doing. Over that summer, Bess became a woman. When she returned to Longsight, everyone else noticed too. She walked a little slower with her head held higher. She wore trousers. She often left her down and didn’t wear makeup, “like one of those Bohemian French women”. When she did, her curls and red lipstick were polished to perfection. Still she didn’t speak unless she had something to say and this, combined with her assuredness, only made her more appealing. Girls wanted to be friends with her, and boys wanted to be with her, Frank Smith and Walter Watson included. Bess, of course, remained uninterested in them all. All, expect her family, a few family friends and her gang of girls. Roberta, Hattie and Jude.

The only boy who never gawped at her when she grew up, or bullied her as a child, was Tom Bennett. By the time she reached the corner shop, bought a new packet of needles and begun the journey home, she had thought of nothing but Tom. She was just remembering the time he gave her blue chiffon for her birthday (she didn’t ask how he got it), when she walked into the postman.

“God, sorry Postie,” Bess picked up the letters she had caused him to drop. Dennis Warley adjusted his hat and gave Bess a sharp look.

“Got a few for you lot,” he said tersely, rooting threw his bag. He handed a bundle to Bess. There were two letters for Fergal, one for Cora and a packet of larger envelopes for Bess. “Those dress patterns?” He asked. Bess nodded, not looking up from the bundle.

“Thank you,” she murmured, walking the few steps to the front door.

“Perhaps you could make yourself a dress next time.”

Bess slowly turned and fixed Dennis Warley with a hard stare. She watched as his eyes ran over her jumper, the wide trousers, the brogues, the scarf keeping her uncurled hair back. He sneered and resumed his deliveries. Bess slammed the door behind her and continued her work. For an hour, she worked furiously on the sleeves of the red tweed suit that Mrs Chase had ordered before giving up for the day and collapsing in her dad’s armchair. The sun through the net curtain cast a hazy hue across the room and, glancing at her mother’s portrait on the mantelpiece, Bess drifted into sleep.

Two hands slammed on the kitchen table and Bess near fell out of the chair. “You know this fabric has an iron mark on it?” Tom Bennett leant against the table, cigarette hanging jauntily from his lips.

“You’re lying,” Bess said groggily. Tom winked. “Don’t normally see you in the afternoon.”

“Just collected those car parts. Dropped ‘em off at home but dad’s off flogging his paper and Lois is at work. I’m bored.”

“Dadda said there’s shifts going at the dockyard, if you fancy working properly.”

“No ladies down the dockyard.”

Bess rolled her eyes and indicated to his cigarette. “Give us one.” Tom lit another and handed it to her while he sat at the kitchen table. The sun was streaming into the room, and he leant back into the light. Bess did the same, curling into the armchair. They were silent for a long while.

“You coming to the dancehall tonight? Lois is singing,” Tom enquired, eyes still closed.

“Can’t tonight,” Bess opened her own to look at her mother’s portrait once more. “It’s mam’s birthday.”

“Shit, I’m sorry Bess, I should’ve remembered.”

“Don’t be silly.” Their silenced resumed. Tom watched her gazing at her mother, and Bess could feel his eyes on her. She stood abruptly from the armchair and sat opposite Tom at the table. She didn’t look at him when she spoke quietly. “I miss her so much.”

“I know,” Tom coughed awkwardly and shifted in his seat. “It gets easier, I promise. You never stop missing her, but it gets easier.” Bess took his hand across the table. Tom had five years grief on Bess’. Where the other’s grief was loud and all consuming, Tom and Bess’ was silent and simmering. Tom could count on one hand the number of times they had spoken about their mothers’ deaths. They finished their cigarettes.

“Do you mind if I get back to sewing?” Tom shook his head and watched her at her work. He often thought about why he was so drawn to Bess. They weren’t friends as children, Tom spent his time mucking around with Albie and teasing their sisters. He wasn’t entirely sure if they were friends now. But he had always found her calming, unusual. Like Lois, she was one of the few people that could settle him, deal with his antics and, on the most part, accepted him for it. When Etta Vaughn died three years ago, Tom found Bess crying in one of the ginnels at the back of the houses, crouched on the floor, body wracked with violent sobs. Since then, he had been sneaking into the Vaughn house regularly. Bess had a spare key cut when he and Douglas were going through a particularly fraught period. “So you can stop climbing through the window. Dadda’d kill you if he found you in a bedroom with his three daughters.” He continued to study her while she worked. Her dark, copper hair was frizzy, kept off her face by a silk scarf. One trousered leg was leant against the chair opposite her, and her tongue stuck out between her lips. He stared at it a moment.

“I’m off,” he announced, jumping up. “Any birthday cake left?”

“In the tin by the stove.”

“I hope it goes well tonight,”

Bess paused her sewing. “Thanks, Tom.”

*

Bess helped Cora make dinner that evening, vegetable stew and a fresh loaf. Fergal sat in the rocking chair by the fire as soon as he arrived home, sipping whiskey and uttering not a word. Albie sat at the table with Dot, playing a lacklustre game of snap. Before their dinner, Cora took Fergal’s hand and led them in a prayer. Dot reached for Etta’s photograph and propped it on the table. They spoke about their days in turn. When Fergal had finished, he refilled his glass of whiskey.

“Careful, dadda.” Cora said gently.

“Careful what?” His voiced slurred between the words.

“That’s your fourth glass.”

“I shall drink to my wife’s memory as much as I please,” he downed the drink.

“But mam didn’t like drink, dadda,” added Albie.

“Oh hush with you!” Fergal shouted at the pair of them, standing up. Dot started to dry. “BE QUIET!”

“Leave her alone, dadda.” Bess said firmly.

“Oh, so you’ve found your voice!?”

Bess rolled her eyes. “And you yours.”

Fergal swiped his arm over the table and sent his bowl of stew flying across the room, bits of vegetable sticking to the wall. He grabbed his coat from its hook and made for the door.

“Where are you going?” Cora called after him, wrapping her arm around the still sobbing Dot.

“The one place I can drink in peace. THE PUB!” He staggered into the street, the door hitting the wall behind him and letting in the cool air.

“Dry your eyes, Dot.” Albie said.

“I wish mam was here,” she sniffed. Bess sighed and gazed out of the open door towards the Bennett’s house. Through the window she could see the family of three at the table, laughing together, Lois already in her finery for her night of singing. God, she wished she could go dancing.

Notes: One more chapter and then we’ll be joining the tv’s timeline. Thanks for all the positive words on the last chapter – I’m starting to get into the flow of this fic. The next chapter will pick up the pace, we’re going to the dancehall!

Tags: @aemonds-wifey @multiple-fandoms-girl @jessssica1234 @babyblue711 @i-killed-ramsey @anditsmywholeheart @allthefandomtherapy @valerie977 @bookwyrmsblog @phantomontheinternet @chainsawsangel

[arlana-likes-to-write]

Lightning Bug - Chapter 4

Master Post for Lightning Bug // Previous Chapter 

Warnings: nightmare, menion of childabuse, jealousy 

Word count: 2.9

If you like my works: support me on kofi

“You're back early!” America yelled, jumping out of her seat. She stood up so quickly that her chair fell back. You caught it before it hit the ground. America didn’t bother to look back as she threw herself into the newcomer's arms. You took a long look at both girls and you recognized the brown haired girl but you couldn’t place it, you’ve run into a lot of people. They caught her with an ‘uff’. 

“Did someone miss us?” The brunette asked. America stepped back with a shrug. 

“Did you bring me something?” The blonde rolled her eyes but reached into her pocket and pulled out two chocolate bars and handed one of them to America. 

“I feel as if you only like us because we bring you gifts.” Her Russian accent took you by surprise. America smiled, putting the chocolate bar in her pocket. 

“It’s a plus.” The blonde shook her head.

“We just started dinner so grab a seat.” Wanda waved her hand and two more chairs were added to the table. 

“Y/n, this is my sister, Yelena.” Natasha said, pointing to the blonde. You put two in two together with the Russian accent. “And Kate is her girlfriend.” Kate waved as they sat down. You gave them a small wave. Yelena reached across the table and handed you the other candy bar. 

“Oh,” You took the bar from her. “Uh, thank you.” She gave you a smile and sat down, putting her arm around Kate’s shoulders. Natasha stood from the table and walked into the kitchen. 

“How was the mission?” Natasha asked, returning back to the table with a bottle of vodka. 

“It was fine,” Kate replied, putting together a plate for her and Yelena. “Easy in and out.” You raised your eyebrow as you stared down at your plate, hearing the lie in Kate’s voice. Yelena made a noise of disbelief, reaching for the alcohol her sister brought over. 

“She got hurt.” The blonde said simply, pouring vodka into a glass. 

“Bishop!” America exclaimed. Kate seemed more interested in her glass instead of the conversation around her. 

“I’m fine!” She proclaimed. “I walked in here, didn’t I?” She was right but America called her Bishop? You knew that name. You took a sip of your water and glanced at Kate. Oh. Oh. Bishop Securities. You were sitting at the table with the heir to one of the most powerful securities companies in the world. You weren’t a big fan of her mother. She made her appearance at local food banks and homeless shelters but you could tell when someone was faking empathy. You didn’t know her daughter was an Avenger.   

“On a serious note, are you okay?” Wanda asked. Kate sighed, angrily stabbing her piece of chicken with a fork. 

“I wasn’t paying attention and I got grabbed. He dislocated my shoulder.” She shrugged and you noticed the smallest wince of discomfort. “I’m fine.” 

“You’ve got to be more careful, Kate.” America said. Kate rolled her eyes. 

“It wasn’t that serious.” You felt another wave of jealousy move its way through you. You were starting to hate this emotion. You weren’t sure if you were jealous of America’s relationship with Yelena and Kate, which was ridiculous because she’s known them longer, or how much everyone cared about Kate’s injury. You’ve had your fair share of injuries from learning to control your powers, the abuse from your parents, and living on the streets. You’ve had to learn to bandage your own wounds. No one was there to kiss them better. The very people that were supposed to protect you hurt you the most. Gods, you were so tired of feeling these emotions. You rubbed your hand up and down your leg to soothe yourself wishing you could just shut your brain off.     

*

Natasha knew something was off. Kate and Yelena weren’t due to be back home till the following night, she called her sister yesterday after she conceived the rest of the team. Yelena had some hesitation of letting a random stranger onto the floor. But when she finally came around, Natasha was incredibly relieved. She knew the young archer had some help with it. The Black Widow sipped on her drink while Kate and Yelena filled them in on their mission. The young teen was quiet since they sat down at the table but Natasha could tell she was lost in her own head. She seemed small as she ate her food. She felt Wanda squeeze her knee underneath the table and her magic wanting to enter her mind, Natasha let it in. 

‘She’s hurting,’ Wanda said. ‘I can’t pinpoint the emotion though.’ Natasha nodded. She didn’t notice anything that could have triggered the teen but maybe she wasn’t used to a dinner style like this. 

“You're telling me you almost stole a dog on day 1 of your mission.” America laughed. 

“Yes,” Yelena said, crossing her arms. “But Kate Bishop wouldn’t let me.” Her sister pouted. 

“We were in France on a mission, what were we going to do with a dog?” The archer asked. Yelena’s pout deepened. 

“Fanny needs a friend.” The blonde defended.  

“Fanny does not need a friend.” Yelena gasped in offense. Natasha heard a small chuckle and she noticed a small smile on the teen’s face forming. She kept her face neutral. Wanda squeezed her leg again. 

“I don’t think Melina would let you keep another dog with her.” Natasha said. 

“I’m her favorite so she’d let me.” That was up for some debate but Natasha let it slide. “The puppy was so cute.” Yelena continued. “And she was tied to a sign!” Kate sighed at her girlfriend’s antics. 

“The owner was in the store. Stop acting like it was an ASPCA commercial.” America laughed.

“What kind of dog is Fanny?” The quiet question took the table by surprise. But Natasha was grateful that she was talking. Yelena smiled and pulled her phone out of her pocket.

“An American Akita.” She took Yelena’s phone and her face lit up when she saw the dog. “Doesn’t she look like she needs a friend?” Before she could answer, Kate cut her off. 

“Don’t encourage her.” The young girl smiled as she handed her phone back. Yelena sighed, putting her phone away. The rest of dinner went out without a hitch. It was nice, Natasha thought, having the floor full again with laughter and small bickering. America acted like a little sister to Yelena and Kate and Natasha enjoyed watching the dynamic. This dinner was no different. They joked and bickered with each other but each playful jab at one another, a smile was present on Y/n’s face. She tried to hide it by taking sips of water or bites of food but Natasha loved to see it. This is why Natasha invited her into the Avenger’s tower. She knew her family was going to make a difference in her life.  

*

“She seems nice.” Kate said, gathering the chairs from dinner. Yelena took the chairs, sending a glare to the young Hawkeye. 

“Cho said no heavy lifting for a week.” Kate sighed but let her girlfriend take the chairs. Natasha laughed as Wanda sat down next to her, handing her a glass of wine. The dishes were done by the two youngest and they called it an early night after they were done. Kate threw herself down on the couch, rolling her shoulders. 

“How’s the shoulder?” Natasha asked. Yelena came back with water and two white pills. Kate took them with a smile. 

“Sore but I’ll live. She had to pop it back in midfight.” She took the pills and rested her head on Yelena’s shoulder. 

“Not my finest work.” She took the archer’s hand in hers. Natasha smiled, hiding it while she took a sip of wine. Their relationship was new and she was proud of her sister for learning to be her own person. Kate was extremely patient. “She doesn’t talk much.” Yelena asked. The archer slapped her playfully on her chest. 

“She’s just very reserved around new people.” Wanda said. Yelena nodded, her eyebrows scrunched together in deep thought. 

“Do we know what happened to her?” Natasha frowned, shaking her head. 

“Nothing good, we can imagine.” Kate sighed, closing her eyes. 

“I wonder how she got that scar.” She whispered. Wanda gave Natasha’s hand a squeeze. The Black Widow wondered the same thing. Who gave the young teen such a prominent scar? If they weren’t dead, the Russian was going to find them and kill them. 

*

You woke up with a gasp. Your chest heaving and a thin line of sweat covered you. You pushed your face in the pillow and squeezed your eyes shut. “Breath,” You mumbled to yourself. “Breath.” The tingle in your palms grounded you and kept your mind from traveling back to the nightmare. 

“Miss. Y/n,” FRIDAY’s voice pierced through the nightmare fog. You’ve never been more happy to hear the AI’s voice. “Your heart rate appears to be elevated and your breathing is erratic. Should I alert the medical team?” You shook your head. 

“No,” your voice was hoarse and your throat was dry. “No.” You repeated and sat up, wiping the sweat off your forehead. “I just had a nightmare.”

“A nightmare,” the AI said. “Would you like me to read to you?”

“Read to me?” You questioned, grabbing the chocolate bar Yelena gifted to you and opened it. 

“Yes,” FRIDAY said simply. “Many people benefit by reading after a nightmare to help ground them and go back to sleep.” The AI paused. “And the boss advised you like to read.” You took a bite of chocolate and were surprised by the taste, it was less sweet than other chocolate you’ve had. 

“That would be nice. Thank you FRIDAY.”

“Of course.” The AI began to read, Throne of Glass by Sarah J. Mass. It was a book you’ve never read but it was on your TBR. You were grateful for the AI as they read Mass’ words and her worldbuilding but your mind kept slipping back into your nightmare. 

*

The floor creaked above you indicating the Christmas Party was in full swing above you. You spent all day getting the house ready and when the doorbell rang, you were forced downstairs into the basement. The sound of Christmas music was faintly making its way down to you and the smell of food was making your stomach growl. You rested your head against the wall and stared up the stairs. You weren’t sure what time it was or how long the party was going to last but Caleb promised you he was going to sneak down with food. He had to be careful and not get caught. The quiet mummerings of Michael Buble were leering you to sleep. Your eyes closed slightly but the basement door swung up causing you to wake up and stand up quickly. “Natasha,” You weren’t expecting to see the Black Widow walk down the basement stairs of your childhood home with a plate of food in her hands. ‘What are you doing?” 

“Bring you food.” She stopped two steps from the bottom. You looked over her shoulder and Wanda was at the top with her arms crossed. “Here.” She held out the plate but before you could grab it she dropped it to the floor. The plate shattered and the food splattered all over the floor and wall. “Oops. Better clean that up.” You were lost for words as the Russian turned her back to you and walked back up the stairs. 

“Natasha,” You scrambled up the stairs after her. “Wait.” You grabbed onto her arm. Her body tensed up and she slowly turned around. 

“Did you just touch me?” She jerked her arm back. “You aren’t allowed to touch me with those hands. You are a murder.” She pushed you down the stairs and you landed at the bottom with a pained groan. The shards of glass pierced your skin and you felt blood dripping down your arms. You looked up, seeing Wanda and Natasha looking down at you as they laughed. 

“Awe, someone made a mess.” Wanda said. “Clean it up.” They walked back to the party, slamming the door behind them. Grabbing onto the railing you pulled yourself up. Once you felt steady on your feet, you slowly took the few pieces of glass out of your arms and palms and walked up the stairs. You tried to open the door but it was locked. 

“Let me out!” You pleaded as you pounded on the door. The Christmas music was turned up, downing out your pleas. “Please! Open the door. I’ll be good. I promise I’ll be good.” Your knuckles were starting to grow raw but you didn’t stop. You just wanted to be free. Why were you being ignored? Why were Natasha and Wanda acting like this? The basement door flew open and you stumbled forward. Whoever opened the door moved out of the way so you fell to the ground. You looked up and America was standing in front of you. “America,” you said slowly, standing up. “Please help me.” 

“Help you?” She questioned. “Why would I help you?” 

“Because - because we’re friends.” America threw her head back as she laughed. 

“We aren’t friends. I only said that because they told me too.” She gestured into the kitchen where you saw Wanda and Natasha talking with your parents. You felt tears forming in your eyes as your vision went blurry and your throat burned. “Awe, is the baby gonna cry?” She taunted. “Let me spell it out for you.” She grabbed your hair, twisting it through her fingers and pulled you close. You cried out and grabbed onto her wrist but she held you strong. “No one cares about you.” It wasn’t true. It couldn’t be true. “You are a parasite. You attach yourself to good people and till them.” You shook your head, tears running down your face. 

“No,” you whimpered. “No.” America shook her head. 

“Tsk, tsk,” She said, clicking her tongue to the roof of her mouth. “Someone has been very bad.” She dragged you to the top of the stairs. 

“I’m sorry,” You pleaded. “I’ll be good. I’ll be good.”

“Too late.” She threw you down the stairs. Your world went black as you heard laughing behind you.      

*

“Would you like me to continue?” The AI asked. 

“No, thank you.” You needed to get out of your room. FRIDAY said their goodbyes and advised they would be there if you needed anything. You sighed as you stood up and left your room. You weren’t sure where you were going, the table was gone and you headed to the stairs to the common floor. You walked past the library and moved further onto the floor. You knew this floor had a kitchen, a dining room, and rooms for the Avengers to have meetings and hang out. You didn’t have a director in mind as you wandered the dark floor. You hugged yourself, shivering from the cold or the nightmare. You remembered that Christmas party as if it was yesterday. 

You spent all day in the kitchen, cooking for members of your father’s congregation. Once the food was up to your mother’s standards, you cleaned the house and got enough chairs for everyone. Once the doorbell rang, you were locked in the basement with the promise of being good you would get good. Well, the power went out and you were blamed for it. You found out later that a car accident caused the power outage but it didn’t matter. You remember every bruise from that night and you pleaded for your father to stop. ‘I’ll be good. It wasn’t me.’ You cried as your mother and brother watched. They watched as a man proclaiming to be a messenger of God beat his child. Why did your mind change it? 

“Hello there.” You yelped and spun around. A boy was standing there with a laptop and a cup of coffee in his hands. You were so lost in your thoughts you didn’t hear anyone come up behind you. “Oh I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you. I didn’t expect anyone to be here.” Your eyes widened. “I’m Peter. Peter Parker.” You blinked at him. 

“Y/n.” It was his turn for eyes to widen. 

“You're the new move in Mr. Stark was talking about.” You weren’t sure how to respond to the energetic teenager. He was older than you by a few years. “Woah! That is so cool. Your eyes are amazing and that scar is so badass. How did you get it?”

“Uh.”

“Wait, don’t answer that. I’m sorry sometimes I just speak before I think.” You scratched the back of your head. 

“It’s fine. I understand.” You in fact did not understand but the relief look on his face made the lie feel a little bit better.  

“I’m headed to Mr. Stark’s lab, do you want to come with me?” He invited you. The idea of seeing anyone right now caused your stomach to twist with anxiety, especially Tony Stark.   

“Maybe another time, I should get some sleep.”

“Oh okay we’ll it was nice meeting you.”

“Nice meeting you too, Peter.” When he was out of sight you released a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. You headed back to the library. 

The quietness and the smell of gently used books welcomed you as you opened the doors. It was a sense of peace you needed. You turned on the fireplace and curled up on the couch with a blanket wrapped tightly around you. To your surprise, sleep found you instantly. 

[krikeymate]

Here's something that's been sitting in my notes for over a month and a half that I'm clearly not going to do anything else with.

~

The muffled sound of yelling, dull thudding, the sharp smash of shattering glass and crack of thrown ceramics. These were not unfamiliar sounds that would permeate the house when Christina Carpenter was home.

But Sam didn't know that.

The sound of breaking glass roused Sam from her sleep, but it was the sound of a raised voice that had her leaping from the bed. With each hurried step down the hall, the yelling grew louder and more distressing. She practically threw herself down the stairs; her feet hitting the floor with a heavy thump.

The yelling ceases.

She rounds the corner into the kitchen, pausing in the doorway. The sight of her sister curled up on the floor at their mother's feet inexplicably fills Sam with dread.

Her eyes flick between them for a moment, trying to read the situation.

"What's going on?" she asks, careful to keep her tone calm and free from accusation, stepping into the room. Whatever this is, it feels fragile.

Her mother stares back at her as if no time had passed since she last saw her eldest; with a gaze that scours through your skin to reveal what's underneath, a gaze that finds her lacking, as always.

"Samantha," she drawls, eyes piercing and fixated solely on Sam. She doesn't offer anything more, doesn't acknowledge the girl trembling beneath her, doesn't resemble the loving mother Sam knows she used to be. The mother who would tuck her in and braid her hair and always have a smile for her. Who would tell her "you're going to do great things one day my love" and "I'm so proud of you" and "you're capable of so much more than you know." Sam wonders where that woman went.

It's unnerving.

She was fighting for her life and the life of her sister not even 3 weeks ago, and yet standing before her mother is what makes her want to cower. Pathetic.

Sam swallows and looks away, eyes dipping back to her sister. That's what matters, not this stranger before her. She steps forward and crouches down, placing a hand on Tara's shoulder. The way she flinches at the touch sends Sam's heart racing.

"Hey," she coos, her fingers twitching in a soft squeeze. "It's just me, what are doing down there?" It's supposed to be a gentle reassurance. It fails.

Tara only curls up tighter, face hidden beneath her arms. Sam thinks she must be missing something, something important. The uncertainty is suffocating.

"She fell," their mother scoffs, turning away from them. "You know what she's like... Well, I suppose you wouldn't, would you." The words are designed to hurt, and there's a foreign smirk just visible in her profile. A pit settles in Sam's stomach. "She's always been a clumsy thing." That's not true, Tara's always been so careful.

"I mean just look at the state of her!" Is she implying-

Sam adopts a tone so cold it could rival her mother's soul. "She was attacked, if you'll recall." Fuck, Sam remembered why she couldn't be around this woman. "She almost died!"

The woman just scoffs and picks up a nearly empty wineglass. "Don't be so dramatic Samantha."

[the-bar-sinister]

Chains of the Dragon (64008 words) by VickytheSnake, thesavagesabretooth

catch up here

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October 4, 2028– 1:30 pm 

Whatever opinion Rayfa herself might have, she could at least tell that Trucy absolutely loved the curry. And it seemed, had genuinely enjoyed making it with her. Rayfa hadn't had a nicer time with another person since– well…since tending to the garden with Inga and making tea with the flowers and herbs.

Somehow, her simple meal– the only one she knew to make herself– had brought such a big smile to Miss Wright’s face. She couldn’t help but feel proud, or stop the smile from crossing her face.

“I’m pleased you enjoyed the curry, Miss Wright.” she chirped again, for what she knew was the third time. 

"It's amazing!" Trucy grinned widely. "I'm totally going to make it for my daddy back in LA when I get back. Thank you again for teaching me."

Trucy hadn't been much more competent in the kitchen than Rayfa was, but she was fun. There had been disappearing vegetable tricks.

Rayfa had loved every single one. The kitchen was a bit of a mess, but that was a problem for after they finished – with the way the fun of it all lifted her flagging spirits.

Trucy was good company. If she was half as good in the courtroom as she was at being a force of positivity and magic…then she’d be a force to behold. One she was happy to have working in her courts.

"Hey, after we're done," Trucy said, almost finished with her meal. "Maybe you could show me the actual courtroom? I haven't seen it yet."

“But of course.” Rayfa folded her hands on the table “I’ll show you right after we clean up, alright? It’s in the temple and it’s a sight to see! I could even show you the divination dance, though I haven’t a spirit to summon!” 

"Oh! well I'd love to see the dance anyway, if that's okay! I bet it's really beautiful,"

Rayfa flushed, smiling proudly as she glowed with excitement. It was beautiful…it was beautiful and elegant, even if its powers could so easily be misused.

“It is stunning, as stunning as my curry! I promise you this, Miss Wright!” 

That was when the door of the kitchen opened. Given that there were guards stationed outside of it, that could only mean that someone of a high station was coming in.

Rayfa looked up with a bright smile, hoping in her heart it wasn’t her mother…not while the kitchen was a mess. 

She got her wish, but the truth was stranger. Nahyuta and Apollo came in, along with Klavier and Ema. Apollo's face was covered in bruises, Klavier's nose was swollen and covered in a band aid, and Nahyuta looked like he'd been crying.

Rayfa’s eyes widened, panic hammering in her heart as she pushed herself up with a sharp gasp. 

“Braid head…HORN HEAD! Mr. Gold Head…what…I…” She slapped her hands down on the table. “What in the world happened to you!”

“It’s a long story, kiddo.” Ema rasped with a nervous smile. “There was an incident in the market. A fight.” 

Trucy turned, putting her hands on her hips. "Did you and Apollo get in a fight, Klavier?"

Klavier held up his hands. "Ja, sort of, fraulein, but it was not between us."

“Hah!” Ema laughed out loud. “No…Klavier threw himself into a fight against a couple of the dragons to save Apollo and got his face punched in.”

Rayfa’s expression of horror only grew more so as she pressed her fist to her mouth. 

“There was a fight with the dragons? But …but they’re our allies…I know there’s been unrest, but surely…” 

"Dragons?" Trucy demanded. "Apollo and Klavier fought– oh. Oh you mean the guys. That's less cool. But uh– holy shit?"

Apollo closed the door tightly behind them. "Holy shit is right. There's– a lot going on right now."

Nahyuta nodded firmly, as he wiped his hand across his face. “The unrest is only getting worst, my sister. They’re asking for a Khura’in governed by the people…”

Rayfa stood stock still. Governed by the people– meaning without her? A shiver ran through her body as the conflict flared within her heart. Trucy had just spoken so bravely of forsaking her bloodline– her inherited legacy in favor for one she chose herself. She’d felt jealous. Happy for her but jealous that she’d be able to escape it while Rayfa could not.

But opposing it was the wall of duty, the weight of her mother’s lessons…and the fear that leaked from her lips in a shaking tone. “They don’t need me anymore?” 

"Who knows?" Klavier spread his hands and shook his head. "Men are fickle creatures. Likely they'll regret it if they get their way. But until they do, they'll fight for it."

Trucy put a hand on Rayfa's shoulder. "Hey, it's okay. Polly gets into fights like, all the time. I've seen him beat up way worse than this. He and Klavier can take 'em."

Apollo rubbed the back of his neck. "Thanks for the vote of support but…"

Nahyuta grabbed his arm. “Rayfa…I know this will seem like cowardice after all we’ve done– but I believe we should abdicate the throne and leave Khura’in in the hands of the people. The people who want to rule, rather than were pushed to.”

Rayfa’s skin prickled. “WHAT!!? We…we simply…” Her fists had started to shake again, her face flushing as she stomped her foot. “We cannot bow to the d-demands of people who resort to violence! And…and not only that, what of mr. Dhurke’s dream? What of MOTHER and our legacy?”

“What of our legacy indeed,” Nahyuta frowned. “When it’s give them the system they want or become a tyrant like Ga’ran to beat them down.”

Rayfa jolted backwards, struck with memories of Ga’ran’s heavy hand. She had to close her eyes tight to shut them out– from her glee at sending rebels to the prisons, to her ‘corrective lessons’ with the back of her hand at home.

“No…We…we are not tyrants, braid head! We’re good, we’re trying to be good!” 

"You were," Apollo nodded. "But how can you do that when they're starting violence? It's just grafiti and fistfights now, but what are we going to do? Arrest dragons? That's what the law says we should."

“O-of course not! We’re not going to do that again! We didn’t fight in that trial to start it all over again!”

“Of course not, Rayfa…” Nahyuta reached out and touched her shoulder to steady her. “Which is why we need to re-evaluate…are we even happy here? Doing this…wearing ourselves down?” 

"Nobody's been helping us at all," Apollo shook his head. "We thought the dragons would pick up the slack. But I'm still the only defense attorney in the whole country…"

“And I’m the only prosecutor.” Nahyuta seconded “...and nobody’s stepped up to help and only blame us for the pace of freeing their brethren.”

Rayfa’s fists shook as they stayed balled before her, a hiccup on her throat “they…we…we have Miss Wright and Mr. Gold Head now…they’ll help, it’ll b-be okay! They promised!” 

"Ja," Klavier nodded. "And I am still happy to help. I'd be ecstatic to do so. But what about the question of the violence? The fact that no one is helping prosecute or defend is only a symptom, ja? It is not the problem itself. It shows how they are feeling."

Rayfa looked down..she wasn’t sure why she was even fighting this hard for something she hated. All of her dreams were whittled down to this by the legacy on her shoulders.

She never wanted to really be queen.

But every time she entertained the idea, she could hear her mother’s voice hissing in her ears about what a queen is meant to be.

“Will they kill me?” She asked somberly, her balled fists lowering from her mouth. “...if that’s the people’s will, I …” 

"Rayfa!" Trucy gasped, horrified. The lawyer girl turned to her with wide eyes.

She wasn't the only one. Apollo looked aghast.She had to avert her eyes as she saw even her stoic brother looking at her with muted horror.

“The country and the people come before the queen.” she held her hand out imperiously…even as she hung her head “if they want r-rid of me…then what am I supposed to do?” 

"You don't have to die, that's for sure!" Trucy put her hands on her hips. "Didn't we just talk about all this stuff? Legacy and… and all that?"

Rayfa jolted. “Of course we did…and you are brave for following your dreams, Miss Wright…”

Ema raised her eyebrow at Trucy , but she nodded with a grimace “She’s right…look, Rayfa. I think we should all go to LA. .I think you’ll like it there.”

Rayfa bit her lip, looking down at her hands as she wrapped her cloak around them in a nervous fidget. In LA, if she wasn’t a queen, she could ask Miss Skye all she wanted about the art of forensics…she could follow her own quiet dream.

But the people…

The people didn’t want her anyway.

“I w-wasn’t meaning that I would simply die, you fools!” she deflected, knowing in her heart how much she’d really meant it in the moment. “If they want to be rid of me…then rid of me they shall be!” 

"That's the spirit, fraulein," Klavier said with a smile under his bruised nose. "You owe nothing to people who do not want you."

"I can't believe what I'm hearing," A cold voice said from behind them all. The door, which at some point had opened a crack, pushed further open.

A sharp chill went down Rayfa’s spine and she turned with wide and horrified eyes towards the voice she knew all too well.

“M-mother!!”

Ema hissed sharply through her teeth. “Son of a bitch.”

A chorus of other curses murmured through the others as Amara strode into the room in her cold grace.

"What a disgraceful conversation," she hissed. "These foreigners are clearly leading you astray, my child." Her reproachful glanced bounced to each of them– and lingered on Apollo.

Ema glowered, and interposed herself between the woman’s glare and the horn headed defense attorney…her former husband’s adopted son…”Foreigners leading her astr–” she snapped “what kind of drivel are you spouting, Amara?”

Nahyuta placed his hand on his heart. “Mother…you’ve entered into a conversation unknowing of the circumstances. Please. Don’t turn your ire towards them.”

Rayfa was stock still, staring at Amara in quivering horror “N-no…mother they are most certainly not! I’m…I’m sorry.” 

"Unknowing of the circumstances?" Amara hissed. "I can't imagine what kind of circumstance would make this talk even approaching appropriate. Nahyuta– you should know better. But I suppose even you can't help how terribly you were raised. I shouldn't be surprised."

Rayfa turned to see her brother’s eyes harden into a sharp stare, his lips tightening as he took a half step back.

She winced in sympathy, her eyes averting to the ground. “Mother…t-the people want to rule. Th…the dragons…”

Ema stepped forward again, and interposed her arm between them and Amara with a snarl “how dare you. I don’t care if you used to be the queen, I..” 

Apollo meanwhile, had grabbed Nahyuta's hand while he stood there frozen. Klavier stepped forward and opened his mouth—

That's when a terrible roar split the air, and the floor under their feet shook.

Rayfa screamed, she couldn’t stop herself when she pitched forward and fell to her knees with a wince as the world shook around her.

The roar mingled with the shouts of surprise and the chaos– but all she knew was the ground rushing to meet her and the impact of the tile on her knees. 

Trucy, who was closest, immediately scooped down to help her. "Are you okay? What the heck was that?"

Rayfa grabbed her arm with quick, rabbiting breaths, looking up with wide eyes “I..I have no idea…”

“It sounded like an explosion to me.” Ema murmured from where she was half collapsed against Klavier.

Nahyuta had drawn Apollo’s hand to his chest, steadying himself against the table with a low growl “it was absolutely an explosion. Quick, we need to assess the damage!” 

There were more shouts from out in the hall as the guards approached the room. "Lord Regent! Lady Amara!"

An explosion. 

There was an explosion. Rayfa was too shell shocked, too anxious…to even start to understand it. Her head felt like it was spinning as she swallowed thickly and clung to Trucy.

Nahyuta called out “we’re unharmed! What in the Holy Mother’s name happened??” 

"An explosion, my lord! In the hall of justice!"

The hall of justice…

Rayfa stood, her eyes wide as she rose on aching knees “someone destroyed the sacred hall of justice…I..” She felt the edges of her vision swim…and she dropped like a stone as the world went black.

October 4, 2028– 1:50 pm 

No more had been said to Amara, who had been escorted to her quarters for safety by a pair of guards. Likewise, Klavier had been able to convince Nahyuta that 'assessing the damage' was in no way their responsibility, and would in fact, be actively dangerous, especially after Rayfa had fainted. They had instead taken her to the guest bedrooms.

She wasn't out long, thank goodness, a minute or two. She'd come to as they were heading into the bedroom, and Klavier was putting her in bed. But they'd managed to convince her to get some rest, rather than jumping right back up. Apollo had put a wet washcloth on her head, and she'd obediently lain down and stared at the ceiling. Trucy sat beside her, smoothing her hair as the two spoke softly.

By the door, Ema and Nahyuta were discussing the situation with the guards. And Apollo himself and Klavier spoke quietly in the other corner.

"That is not the way I would have chosen to have my argument punctuated, herr horn head," Klavier murmured, putting his arm around him. "But I can't deny it certainly spoke louder than words."

"Yeah." Apollo huffed. He leaned into Klavier, grateful for the stability of his presence. Apollo had to keep fighting not to remember another courtroom bombing not so long ago. "Klavier…"

"Ja?"

Apollo grabbed his arm tightly. "If you and everyone hadn't been here– we would probably have died. Me, Nahyuta, and Rayfa. We all would have been in court when that bomb went off."

Klavier pulled Apollo closer to his chest, and he tucked his head under his chin. "I know. I don't want to think about it. Thank goodness things played out as they did."

For a second, Apollo wasn't sure whether he was the one shaking as they held each other, or he was.

I think it's all of us, Clay murmured internally.

"Thank goodness," Apollo repeated, shoving his face in Klavier's chest. He felt a surge of guilt once again for trying to leave Klavier behind. For just letting himself forget about him in his own pain. Klavier was always there to support him, even when Apollo felt like he didn't deserve it.

And now he'd very genuinely saved his life– saved all their lives– by his very presence and his typical annoying charisma.

How could I ever be mad at him? Apollo wondered as Klavier stroked his hair fondly.

I mean, he is a little annoyingly showy, Clay offered. And it's clear he has a lot of emotional needs. But it's also pretty clear he'd do anything for you.

Yeah. Maybe we're a little too alike in some ways. I don't know. But… I'm glad he's here.

"I'm glad you're here, Klavier," he murmured aloud finally. "I'm sorry about– everything, really."

Klavier shook his head, still playing with Apollo's hair. "Nein, I'm sorry, Apollo. You don't have to apologize to me. I can see that there has been so much on your plate. It was selfish of me to feel abandoned."

Apollo grabbed his lapels. "That's not true though. I wasn't thinking of you, and you deserve better than that."

He leaned down and kissed Apollo's head, and Apollo felt a swell of embarrassing fondness.

"Well, we'll have plenty of time to talk about it now, ja? Provided we can get that plane out of here, ASAP."

"But don't we need to stay and investigate–"

"Nein, liebchen, we do not!" Klavier grabbed Apollo's bangs gently but firmly. "We are not going to hang around so you can find out which of your former friends decided that they'd like to kill you and your happy royal family here. We are leaving. Others will handle it."

Apollo shuddered, and fell against him. Betrayal. Why did it always come down to betrayal, and a knife in the back? "You're right. Nothing good would come of it."

"And it would put you and the others in danger," Klavier said. "Which is what I am really worried about. And the fact that if Mr. Wright finds out that I have brought his daughter to a place where there are explosions and political violence he will probably personally have me killed."

He winced again. "Fuck. You're right we– we have to get Trucy home. Mr. Wright would never forgive us."

Klavier kissed his forehead. "Let me make some calls, ja? There are perks to having been an international rockstar. I can get us out of here very fast."

Apollo caught one of his kisses on the mouth and pulled him close, letting the moment linger. Apollo ached. He was tired. He was sore. The fact that he'd been in a public brawl only an hour ago was only now catching up to him.

"Thank you, Klavier. Thank you for always being there when I need you."

He smiled softly. "I do my best," he said, cupping his cheek. "You are very dear to me, Apollo."

Apollo leaned his face into Klavier's touch. "You're… dear to me too."

October 4, 2028– 1:00 pm 

"So we've seen two cafes, and a sacred pond," Betty said, her arms crossed behind her head as she walked along through the street with her sister and their somewhat coerced tour guide. "Where's the magic? The ancient relics? The cursed statues?"

"Well, uh…" Datz scratched hind his ear.

Bonny put her hand to her cheek as she walked beside her, head lightly tipped to the side. “maybe they keep them under lock and key due to their phenomenal power?” 

"Pretty much?" Datz said. "Its not like there are a ton of them unless you're looking to get scammed by street vendors."

Betty snorted, and whapped him with the fan she was carrying. "Trust me, pops, that's the last thing I'm looking for. If anybody does any fast talking it's me."

"Hey! Pops? I'm still young you know!"

“She does talk very fast…” Bonny nodded with a ditzy smile, “but…Betty, he isn’t that old. He looks only like…maybe 40? 50 at most.” 

"Fifty?" he whined. "I'm not fifty! C'mon, I'm barely even forty alright? Do I look forty to you?"

Betty stopped, hopping on top of a nearby cafe table– much to the annoyance of its occupants– and giving Datz an appraising look. "Hmmm…. what do you think, Bonny?"

Bonny hopped up with her in a smooth motion, folding her arm under her chest as the other stayed rested thoughtfully on her cheek 

“45.” She nodded slowly “My estimation is 45, Betty.” 

"45!!" Datz whined. "Aw come on, I hardly have any wrinkles or anything! I'm sure as hell not losing my hair!"

Betty put her fan against his cheek– first one and then the other– like she was inspecting a horse at auction. "No, my sister's right. 45. And you have crows feet."

"What!" he jumped sharply and tugged at the edges of his eyes. "No way!"

"For real," Betty nodded she smiled craftily at her sister. "Although….."

Bonny looked back at her with a broad and lazy smile “although….” 

"Although?" 

Betty grinned. "I might be able to revise my estimate in better light."

"What kind of better light?" Datz asked warily.

"Oh you know. Sacred, magical light. Something like that?" Betty grinned

"Alright, alright. We'll go see some of the temples. Maybe the light there will be better." he grumbled.

Bonny reached out with a serene smile and patted the top of his head as if he were a small dog. “Thank you, Mr. Rebel. Maybe you can show us the relic chambers…? It would make my temperamental sister happy.”

"Very happy," Betty cooed as she hopped down from the table. She executed a sweeping bow, and waved her fan. "Now, which way?"

Datz sighed and shook his head, still smiling at the antics of the girls. "Alright, this way, ladies."

Betty snuck a wide grin to her sister as they followed behind him.

Bonny’s smile answered hers in a perfect mirror as she snapped her umbrella open over her shoulder with a quiet laugh “I’ve always wanted to see magical relics.” 

As they joked around and pressed Datz for more information on the mystical relics of the area, their conversation was suddenly, and violently cut off when a horrible roar cut the air, and the ground beneath them shook violently as if in an earthquake. All around them, passes by stopped and screamed.

Bonny fell against her sister with a shriek as the ground shook around them. She looked up with her sister to see a sky billowing with smoke from the grand temple that sat in full view of the entire market. 

Betty held her sister, and stared as a great plume of smoke started to rise from the direction of the palace.

"What the hell? What the hell was that?" Betty demanded.

Every nerve in Datz was obviously alight. He didn't look like a goofy, silly clown any more. There was something fierce in his eyes.

"That was a bomb. Come on." He grabbed their arms. "The temple tour's gonna have to wait."

October 4, 2028– 2:00 pm 

The latest update from the guards was that thankfully, it seemed that the hall of justice had been empty at the time of the explosion. Obviously, they couldn't tell for certain, and potential resume efforts and further assessment were ongoing– but none of the guards outside the hall of justice had reported anyone entering. Thankfully those guards had sustained only minimal injuries as well.

As Nahyuta thanked the guard for his update and closed the door of the room again, Ema heard Klavier in the background of the room on the phone, making travel plans.

Ema rubbed her fingers against her temple, her lips tight as she took several shaking breaths “A fucking courtroom bombing…. AGAIN. How many courtrooms are gonna be bombed in my fucking vicinity before my career is done?”

Nahyuta sighed “...at the very least it was empty.” he said slowly “though we don’t know if the intention was to detonate it while court was in full session.” 

Neither of them had to say it. 

No one knew the court was going to be empty today until this morning.

Ema shuddered and grit her teeth “that’s why we’re fucking leaving right away. Let Interpol, let anyone else deal with this.”

Nahyuta pressed his fingers to his forehead with a nod. “Of course– though mother is not likely to be happy, still.” 

Amara– not happy was putting it lightly. The all too placid woman had been in a rage before the explosion. The things she'd said…

Ema’s teeth kept grinding. All that shit…that shit about the ‘foreigners poisoning Rayfa’s mind’, and the backhanded barbs and sharp retorts. She felt her skin prickling in anger all over again.

“As if she’s one to fucking talk. Miss ‘I’m going to abdicate and then give you shit for trying to do the same’.” 

She and Klavier had talked about it of course– but now it really hit home.

There was a stiff knock on the door before Nahyuta could answer.

Nahyuta sighed, and looked over his shoulder “Enter!” 

It was another guard, who bowed low. "Lord Regent– lady Amara has asked to speak with you."

Nahyuta stiffened with a sharp hiss. 

“But of course…” He looked over his shoulder “...I’ll return shortly.” 

Amara didn't say anything about speaking to him alone.

Ema sat up suddenly. “Hey, hey, you’re not going to talk to her alone, Yuta!”

The guard didn't speak up to contradict her, at least. He waited patiently out in the hall.

Nahyuta gave her a subtle…a warm…smile before he offered his hand. “but of course.”

With a sigh of relief, she took it with a sharp grin. 

“Thanks Yuta. I don’t want you facin’ her alone when she’s like this.” She looked over her shoulder “we’ll be back, guys!” 

October 4, 2028– 2:05 pm 

Trucy gave a halfhearted wave to Ema and Nahyuta as they went out the door, and then she turned back to Rayfa with a worried expression.

So much was happening all at once. Her thoughts were a storm with so many separate thoughts swirling like wind. Fear from the bombing. Anger at the way that woman had spoken to them. Regret that it now looked like she wasn't going to get to be a lawyer after all…

Rayfa had woken up , but she wasn’t in great shape…she hadn’t moved from where she shook half curled on the couch with wide, haunted eyes.

Trucy couldn’t blame her…not with the one two punch she’d gotten from her mother and the bombing. 

Trucy knew logically that the girl was only a couple of years younger than she was– but she certainly felt older right now. Protective, even.

"Can I get you some water or anything?" she asked, smoothing Rayfa's hair for her again.

Rayfa blinked quickly, taking a sharp, soft intake of breath before she answered, leaning back into her hand “w-water would be nice.”

She raised her arm to her face to wipe at her tears. “Trucy…they must truly hate us…hate me.” 

"Rayfa… they don't know you, you know?" Trucy offered. It was true– it must have been. No one who knew this girl as a person– or Nahyuta or Apollo– would do something like that.

“But they know my legacy!” the young woman pressed her hands to her face “they all see m-me as nothing more than my Aunt’s shadow…or ..or as an easily led, weak willed fool. Mother said as much just b-before the bomb!” 

"No, they confuse you for your legacy," Trucy said quietly. "Isn't that what we just talked about? You're more than just the princess they're imagining in their head."

Rayfa sniffed softly. Her shoulders had started to shake. 

“I know, Miss Wright…but you heard what my mother said…and then the explosion.” She looked up with tears still brimming in her eyes. “that was meant to kill me and braid head! And Apollo! Nobody..nobody knew court would be delayed today…meaning that was meant to detonate while we were trying to help them free their brothers!” 

Trucy grabbed her hand and squeezed it firmly. "Yeah, I know. And doing that was wrong. Don't ever think for a second it was somehow right for them to do it."

Rayfa looked her in the eyes with an attempt at a smile. “It would be foolish if I did…right?”

Trucy nodded seriously. "It would be super foolish. And I already know you're smarter than that. Ema wouldn't bother showing you stuff if you weren't."

She nodded, her dark hair falling into her face as her smile grew tentatively wider. 

“I’m no fool…Miss Skye’s faith in my understanding proves as much.” She sniffed and put her hand to her chest with a pride Trucy could tell was a little forced. “I won’t falter and fall for their tricks, Trucy Wright! I’m not so easily led as my mother believes!” 

"It seems like she believes a lot of things about you that aren't true– and that isn't your fault."

Rayfa’s smile softened as she sagged into the couch. 

“It's true. It isn’t my fault…It just still stings. Not a day has gone by since she came back into my life that she hasn’t chided me…or acted as though it were my fault I was raised the way I was.” She pushed her hand through her hair, smoothing her bangs back and off her tattooed forehead “and to see the rebels my father so believed in seeming to think the same…it’s…hard.” 

"It's pretty normal for it to sting," Trucy said. "For it to be hard. If you want, I can tell you about the time I was on trial for murder, and everyone thought— some pretty nasty things about me."

Rayfa looked up at her with a blink of her bright green eyes “...I’d like that, Trucy..” 

[prosperdemeter2]

Let’s go perspective flip or behind the scenes for “history collapsing in it’s wake” ?

Oh my GOOOOOD, you've awoken the deep love within me. I would have done the perspective flip but gosh I love rambling about these stories like a NERD.

I threw this together really quick before therapy shsjjs

history collapsing in its wake was so much fun to write in, truly, the most heartbreaking way. I got to play with so many POVs that I hadn’t explored yet - with Athena, Bobby, and again with Maddie (I actually had originally planned to write something from Sophia’s POV too but when I tell you this story took over I mean it took over). This story was meant to be an examination of Buck’s relationship with secrecy and Maddie but it very quickly became an exploration of Eddie’s relationship with his family as well and the way Eddie’s conversations with Adriana would go from 1-100 so quickly was so intriguing to write. 

More below the read more so people can avoid it if they want to. 

We’ll look at Wednesday from chapter one, as an example. When Adriana and Sophia join Buck, Eddie and Chris for dinner. 

The big starting point to put Eddie on uneven footing is that Adriana said she wasn’t going to come when he first brought it up to her at the airport. Why wasn’t he shocked? The invitation was always there, Eddie had never retracted it. In fact, the entire series, I tried to constantly show him reaching out to her and Adriana shutting him down. And a big part of this installment specifically is Eddie deciding if he even wants her in his life if she can’t bring herself to be supportive, or at least respectful, of the rest of it. It was sort of an examination of the “I love you, but I don’t like you” narrative so many of us have heard over the years in unhealthy relationships. 

As for Buck’s ADHD in this series, it’s there but I tried to keep it mostly subtle? In part, that was because I don’t have ADHD, I don’t want to inaccurately represent what he’s going through. In another, it’s because if you subscribe to that headcanon of him (in my opinion), it’s not the biggest thing about his personality. It’s in the little things, like him getting distracted, his info-dumping, the way it’s linked to his depression. It’s not anything that Eddie pays much attention to because it’s just part of the man he fell in love with. But it’s there, for example, in the following passage: 

Buck pushed himself away from the counter with a small laugh, his book upside down on the kitchen table and his phone screen side up on top of the cover. He had been reading, Eddie remembered, sitting at the kitchen table with his feet up on a different chair, Eddie’s last name stitched into the left shoulder of the sweatshirt he had tossed on that morning, reading intently until Hen had texted him a TikTok. And then he had been scrolling, the repetitive noise soft and his small laughs a balm to Eddie’s nerves.

I was trying to put in little tidbits of Adriana and Eddie just clearly not understanding each other. As I said in the first one of these you asked for (lmao), I pulled a lot of the Diaz sibling relationship from the one I have with both of my sisters. I’m not quite the Eddie in this scenario (there are some clear differences) a lot of what Adriana does, a lot of the way she acts, is based off of the way I’ve seen my middle sister act around our oldest. 

Eddie didn’t really have any reason to be nervous and yet, here he was, fidgeting like he was twenty years old with Shannon pressed close into his side, a sonogram squeezed in between his hands, begging Adriana not to say anything until he had a moment to catch his breath (she hadn’t said anything, but she had threatened to three months later when Eddie still hadn’t said anything to their parents and he hadn’t waited to see if she was the type to follow through on that threat).

Adriana inspires this inherent nervousness in Eddie. Evidenced by above, she kept his secret about Christopher before he was born, but she held it over him the entire time. I pictured it working like her constantly reminding Eddie like he forgot, not allowing him to really have time to digest it himself by asking him every few days if he had said anything yet. She used the excuse of “helping” and refused to see it as anything other than that. 

Eddie notes several times that the house was clean. That things were in their place, that the food was in the oven, etc. He’s so scared that he’ll accidentally give Adriana something to criticize because she always finds something to turn her nose up at. 

It’s interesting only because of the stark contrast in how he views Sophia. The biggest difference: Sophia isn’t just his little sister, she’s his best friend. She’s the first person he told about liking Buck, and that was after her being in LA for a few hours. He trusts her with every aspect of his life, of Christopher’s life and yet he’s so protective of her that he doesn’t want her to get dragged into whatever is going on between him and Adriana. Her things were in his house, she would have let herself in, when she did let herself in, it was to give him a hug and say hello. Sophia is great, because even when her and Eddie clash they don’t push each other far away. 

“She’s in a mood,” Sophia whispered, and reached into the pot to dip her finger into the mashed potatoes. She popped them into her mouth with a bright smile on her face. “Estaba peleando con Vince en el auto.” 

Eddie’s eyebrows shot up. “She told you that?” 

“No,” Sophia rolled her eyes. “She always does that thing with her mouth when they’ve fought, though.” 

The moment Sophia comes through the door she warns Eddie about Adriana’s mood. I wanted it to be inferred here, at least a little, that Adriana also sees Sophia as someone she’s close to. Unfortunately, Sophia is very stuck between the two of them. Eddie and Adriana clashed a lot when they were younger, and Sophia was the natural peacekeeper. It’s not a comfortable role to fit into, and it’s one that around the end of this installment and the next, Sophia learns to step out of. But the whole reason why she ended up in LA was because she didn’t want to potentially live a life where Eddie would have died and she would have been absent. She wanted a relationship with him, versus Adriana who did it all out of an obligation she viewed by their DNA. Moreover, Sophia made an effort with Eddie’s relationship with Buck. Beyond the entire homophobia thing, Sophia talked to him. She joked with him. She respected his place in Eddie and Christopher’s life.��

 I absolutely projected on Sophia hard being the youngest of three myself, but I just adored her so much as the series went on. 

Please, if you want a specific scene let me know and I'll go crazy on it 😅

[thehungergamesbreakdown]

Peeta Mallark, The Best Boy

Peeta Mallark really is the best character in the entire series. No, I'm serious - Katniss told me herself. Peeta takes a while to get into the story. I mean a while as in the first twenty-five pages but between meeting Gale and Prim and everyone at the Hob and Madge, Peeta takes a while! His first moment on the page is him being reaped right after Katniss' sister, Prim. Katniss's first thought? "Oh, No." (Collins, 25).

Peeta's description comes shortly after this, "Medium height, stocky build, ashy blond hair that falls in waves over his forehead. The shock of the moment is registering on his face, you can see his struggle to remain emotionless, but his blue eyes show the alarm I've seen so often in prey." (Collins, 25-26). Peeta is from the merchant class of District Twelve, his father owns the Baker. It's also revealed that he has two brothers but nether volunteers.

Katniss quickly reveals why she had such a reaction to Peeta's reaping, Right after her father died when the money had dried up, Katniss's entire family was on the brink of survival. Katniss was 11 years old in the pouring rain, going from house to house trying to sell baby clothes. She ended up going through the bins but she found nothing. The bakery's wife yells at her when she sees her and Katniss backs off. The scene goes as follows. "The realization that I'd have nothing to take home finally suck in. My knees buckled and I slid down the tree trunk to its roots. I was too much. I was too sick and weak and tired, oh, so tired. Let them call the Peaccekeeprs and take us to the community home, I thought. Or better yet, let me die right here in the rain.

There was a clatter in the bakery and I heard the woman screaming again and the sound of a blow, and I vaguely wondered what was going on. Feet sloshed toward me through the mud and I thought, It's here. She's coming to drive me away with a stick. But it wasn't here. It was the boy. In his arms, he carried two large loaves of bread that must have fallen into the fire because the crusts were scorched black.

His mother was yelling, "Feed it to the pig, you stupid creature! Why not? No one decent will buy burnt bread!"

He began to tear off chunks from the burned parts and toss them in the trough, and the front bell runa dn the mother disappeared to help a customer.

The boy never even glanced my way, but I was watching him. Because of the bread, because of that read weal that stood out on his cheekbones. What had she hit him with? My parents never hit us. I couldn't even imagine it. The boy took one look back at the bakery as if checking that the coast was clear, then his attention back on the pig, he threw a loaf of bread in my direction. The second quickly followed, and he sloshed back to the bakery, closing the kitchen door tightly behind him.

I stared at the loaves in disbelief. They were fine, perfect really, except for the burned areas. Did he mean for me to have them? He must have. Because they were at my feet. Before anyone could witness what had happened I shoved the loaves up my shirt, wrapped the hunting jacket tightly about me, and walked swiftly away." (Collins, 38 - 39).

Katniss tells us in the next passage that the loaves get them to the start of spring where Dandelions start to bloom and Katniss realizes she can figure out how to feed her family. She considers this to be a debt to Peeta, the boy with the bread.

It's a recurring thought of hers in the arena that she constantly has another thing to owe Peeta and that she is never going to be able to repay this debt and finally be able to be okay if she has to kill him. Plot twist, she never really is okay with the idea of killing Peeta, even when the two victor thing is revoked. Then she hates the idea of him killing himself and that's when she brings up the berries.

Peeta might be considered to be "one of Katniss' love interests" but Peeta is so much better than that. Peeta is more than half the reason Katniss survived the first game because if Katniss is the head, logical and survival-driven, then Peeta is the heart of their team, the charmer and emotional know-it-all - skills Katniss struggles with.

For most of the book, Katniss has no idea what Peeta's deal is. She has this recurring thought that he is constantly trying to trick her or even backstab her in one way or another but she's always wrong. It's kind of amusing to watch on your second reread.

In the next post, I'll talk examine the myth, the man the legend himself - Haymitch.

[elagantwriterqueen]

See You Again Ch. 2

Chapter Two: Friends For Now

Pairing: Eddie x Ruby Buckley

Warnings: eventual smut, drinking, fluff, cuteness.

Eddie didn’t call the next day, or the day after either, and Ruby was truly disappointed. “I don’t know Robin, he just never called, maybe it was always just a silly one sided. end of the world crush.” Ruby huffed laying sprawled across the couch. 

“He’s an idiot Ruby, just hang in there, I can’t wait to see you next week!!!” Robin squealed, her and Steve were taking a trip to see her and Eddie. 

“Hey I gotta go Steve needs the phone, love you!” 

“Love you too, bye.”

“Steve, your damn buddy never called my sister, and now she thinks she’s done something wrong. Call him and fix this!” Steve groaned, getting up from the couch and walking past Robin to call Eddie.

 “What?” Eddie groaned, obviously still asleep, “you Eddie Munson are a completely delusional douche bag.” 

“Do you know what time it is Steve?” Eddie snapped, sitting up on the side of his bed, taking a swig of the warm beer beside the bed. 

“Yeah its 8 am here, and 5 am there! Guess who just called her sister to tell her Eddie never called, thinking she did something wrong?” 

Eddie threw his hands over his face groaning, “I wanted to, but I don’t know if starting something with her is a good idea. She left New York because things didn’t work out, what happens if it doesn’t work out here?” 

“Damnit, and what if it works out because she ran into you? Eddie, you are such an ignorant prick sometimes.” Steve argued, stopping to walk over and open his apartment door to a frizzy haired Dustin.

“Steve, we gotta go! Who is that? Tell them you need to leave!” Dustin ran toward Steve to grab the phone.

“Henderson, it's Eddie he never called Ruby and she just called her sister upset about it. Eddie doesn’t want to start something because she left New York and he’s worried she’ll leave if it doesn’t work out in Cali.” Steve huffed.

At that moment Dustin rolled his eyes, snatching the phone from his friend, “did you realize that girl was a mess when you left?” 

“What are you talking about Henderson?” Eddie sighed in disbelief, there was no way that this girl ever thought anything else of Eddie Munson than he’s some loser who always ran away.

“Ruby, she really thought you two were growing close after she stayed in the boathouse with you. But when you left with a little see ya she was disappointed. That’s why she took off to New York, she didn’t want to be here without you.” Dustin answered, looking over at Steve who had a solemn smile on his face. They knew they were breaking Ruby’s trust by telling Eddie this information but they knew the universe had to put them in the record store together for a reason, and Eddie could be an idiot.

“You’re serious? There’s no way that girl is beautiful, and so smart, she’d never want anything like that from me.” Eddie laughed, he couldn’t have been that big of an idiot to literally turn his back on an opportunity at a good life, with a girl who could love him forever. Was Eddie that determined to escape Hawkins he left behind a chance at love? 

“God man, you're so stupid! Eddie call her, and talk to her, get to know her. You could be her reason to stay in California.” Dustin yelled while hanging up the phone, “she’s gonna hate us.”

Steve patted Dustin’s shoulder, “Or she’ll thank us, when they get married, name their kids after us.” 

The younger boy just shook his head, and followed Steve out the door.

………………………………………………………………………………………………….

Ruby rushed to throw a towel over herself, nearly slipping on the wet floor as she ran to the phone ringing on the wall. 

“Hello?” She squealed, wet feet coming to a stop.

“Did my phone call startle you sweetheart?” Eddie chuckled into the phone, unable to hold back after hearing how cute she sounded.

“Well Eddie Munson, I was beginning to think you lost my number.” She teased pulling herself up onto the kitchen counter.

“I’m an idiot, sorry. Sometimes I do this thing where I overthink everything that happens in my life. But I’d really like to see you, when are you free?” He asked, rubbing the back of his neck.

“How about Friday?” She smiled, twirling the phone cord around her finger.

“Friday is perfect, I could come over after work, I get done at 4 and will run home and shower. We could say 5:30?” “That’s perfect, I can cook, wanna pick up a movie on your way?” She asked hopping off of the counter looking through cupboards, to start to make a list of things she’d need.

“Absolutely, any recommendations?” 

“Hmm, anything is good. I like all movies. Any allergies I should know about? I’d hate to ruin a first date by trying to murder you.” She blurted out, she didn’t know if it was a date, or if he thought it was but it’s what she wanted it to be.

“No sweetheart, no allergies. And I look forward to surviving to a second date at least.” He laughed, asking her for the address before telling her goodbye. 

All day Friday morning, Eddie was a complete mess, his head was everywhere but on the car he was working on. Mechanic during the day, wannabe musician at night, that’s how he spent his time. He wondered if she was as nervous as him, he couldn’t even remember how many tools he’d dropped throughout the day. The nerves were even worse as he approached her apartment building with a movie and a small bouquet of beautiful pink and purple flowers. Ringing her buzzer, he hears a tiny voice on the speaker, “Munson?” “The one and only sweetheart.” He smirked, grabbing the door handle when he heard the click of the door. When he entered the building there was a delicious smell wafting through the air directing him to her apartment. Eddie heard a door opening up above, and as he reached the stairs he was met with Ruby standing at the top with a pretty pink flowy tank top and some black ripped jeans. 

“Did you have any trouble getting here?” She asked as he handed her the flowers, naturally she wrapped her arms around his neck pulling him into a hug. “Nope, your directions were perfect princess. I hope you like flowers, I wasn’t sure what your favorite one was so I asked the shop owner what to bring to a first date for a pretty girl.” he smiled into her neck as he wrapped his arm around her waist, taking in her perfume, it was beautiful whatever it was. 

“Good, come on I don’t know about you but I’m starving!” She smiled, pulling Eddie into her apartment, giving him a quick tour ending at the kitchen. “I hope you like lasagna, and homemade garlic bread.” Ruby grabbed the pot holders, and took the lasagna out of the oven placing it on the counter. 

“Smells delicious, and looks just as good. Can I set the table while you finish up here?” He asked, setting the movie down onto the counter grabbing the plates and silverware and walked towards the dining room table.

“Thank you, it will be just another minute or two for the bread.” She smiled, turning back to the fridge offering Eddie a beer, “Are you even 21?” He asked, taking the beer, his fingers accidentally grazing hers, sparks again. 

“Almost, but I have a friend at work, she grabs me beer every now and then.” She smiled, taking a sip from her own beer.

As they sat down and started eating, they had made light conversation about things that had happened in the last two years. Eddie told her about his music, some songs he’s been working on, and she shared about her dancing, work and passion. 

They finished up dinner, Eddie insisted on washing while she dried, he felt it was a good time to say what he’d been thinking about saying since he talked to Dustin. “I’m sorry for the way I left Ruby, I was an idiot and didn’t realize how important you had become to me, I ran away from all things Hawkins, not seeing that I was leaving you.” She dried the last plate setting the towel down on the counter, taking Eddie’s hand pulling him into the living room with the movie he chose.

“Maybe that’s why we were both in that record store, running into each other was your chance to make up for it.” They walked into the living room, Eddie sitting down on the end of the couch with his arm resting on the back of the couch. After Ruby put the movie in and pressed play she sat next to Eddie sitting as close as humanly possible. “Is this okay?” She asked quietly, looking up at Eddie through her lashes.

“Perfect, I’ll protect you from the big scary doll, Chuckles.” Eddie teased, and Ruby rolled her eyes placing a hand across Eddie’s stomach.

“Chucky, not Chuckles.” She retorted as she held back a laugh.

They stayed curled up until the movie was over, and through the credits, neither of them wanting the night to end. “It’s getting late, I should head home.” Eddie finally spoke up, running his fingers down her arm.

“I can’t believe it's almost 11, I had a lot of fun tonight Eddie. Thank you for coming over.” Ruby said, sitting up and walking Eddie to the door.

“Thank you for feeding me, it was delicious. And again I’m sorry for how I left, I’m gonna try to make up for it.” She smiled standing up on her tiptoes to place a kiss on Eddie’s cheek.

“Thank you Eddie, call when you get home please?” He nodded placing a kiss on the top of her head as he grabbed the tupperware of leftovers she had packed him to take home. 

On the drive home Eddie couldn’t contain the smile on his face, he had a really good time with Ruby. It felt like no time had past, and being around Ruby had felt familiar.

“Hello?” She answered, fumbling as she was trying to brush her teeth.

“What are you doing tomorrow?” Eddie asked without so much as a greeting, taking the good feeling from dinner and running with it.

“Well, I don’t know what you have in mind handsome?” She asked curiously. .

“I’ve been dying to go to the zoo, and don’t want to be the weird guy who goes alone.” He teased, remembering how much she loved animals.

“I’m so happy I could be an excuse for you to go then, I’d love too.” 

“I’ll pick you up at 10?’ he asked.

“Can’t wait, night Eddie.” “Good night, beautiful.”

As soon as they disconnected the call, Eddie rushed to call Dustin, and Ruby called Steve and her sister.

[stormcrow513]

Ya know I'm getting really tired of the uuuww 'their mean cause someone hurt them, the power of your kindness can save them'

Not because it isn't true

Not because people don't deserve redemption

Not because I think it's a bad story to tell

But because it is not being balanced with other true messages

Some people are just bad

For these purposes it doesn't matter why they are cruel,

What matters is they are cruel and will be cruel again

Give my second sister as example, when we were kids she is 5 years older then me

She broke my arm and covered up that she did it at I was 3 so she was 8

I don't know how old either of us were when she began sexual abusing me, though I vividly remember the arm breaking at 3, like I just recently filled in some dots for ma,

She beat me,

Almost killed me a couple times,

It took me years, around now and I'm thirty-one, for me to stop trying to treat her with kindness because that was my default once, kindness

Even now my new default is caution not cruelty

She didn't stop hitting me hard with all her strength, to me shoulders arms breasts, back, stomach, ribs,

Not until I went through one last growth spurt at the beginning of my twenties, and became a mini tank, like I'd always been strong for my side but now I'd grown into it,

Anyway we were walking through the clothes aisle at the intersection she turned and punched my shoulder as hard as she could, wouldn't be surprised if she cracked the bone,

I turned and punched with 20 years pent up pain I was done in her bicep I felt my knuckle hit bone her eyes lit up with tears I probably cracked bone

She never has hit me hard ever again

She's got a small child now and she's never stopped being verbal and physically abusive, she came at me once when I told she to give me back my horse tack (she'd just caused my horse death,) called her a tief, and she threw his boots at me when I was filling a glass of water it was on the counter the glasses, the boot hit it and almost dropped it on my bare feet, also she shoved at me in said kitchen with water sloped on the floor,

Last year she got one of her dogs hurt, see she lets em ride it her truck but

A, does not seat belt them in, this is a safety Hazzard to the dogs herself and her child,

Has never trained em to get out safely, she opens the door they spill out,

I've warned and warned her one day one dog was gonna land on the other, 'they could end up with a broken leg or legs,

Last year it did, big dog jumped down right on to really fucking small dog,

Then instead of keeping small dog cordoned off into kitchen to keep leg safe from other dogs and make sure the little dog doesn't jump up, as she's allowed on furniture,

Little dog jumps up onto bed starts squealing in pain, take to vet, leg ended up so fucked that they had to cut it off,

Sidenote she kicks her dogs when they piss her off which just walking into her way can do,

I bet she's abusing her kid, heard her call her daughter racist names cause the kids dad has a bit of native blood

Here's the thing that I wish I saw growing up at least a little

Some people are just bad,

And they won't ever ever change no matter what,

You don't have to try and save every one,

Being kind to people also means being kind to yourself and sometimes the kindest thing to do for you is to leave that person to their shit,

as much as you can anyway ,like ma and I live with my abusive sperm donor as long as he lives she could come over here to the house, I can't tell her to stay away from me or I'll file a restraining order,

*high Disclaimer*

[randahink]

My Sister's Keeper Snippet!

Everyone started lifting their plates to see who had the envelope and low and behold to Ava’s surprise because Hannah was the one who stashed it, Sara had the envelope which for some reason made Laurel chuckle.

“Oh, this is great!” Laurel was staring at Sara with a huge smile.

“What?” said Hannah

“Your giving my sister a knife.” Laurel giggled Sara was now literally getting annoyed.

“Should we not be giving her a knife?” Hannah questioned and Sara threw her hand up to block Hannah’s view of Laurel and spoke.

“She is making fun of me, I am a black belt in multiple martial arts, so I have experience with knifes, swords, and other sharp objects.” Sara takes her hand and pushes into Laurel face and Laurel smacks her. They start swatting at each other much like siblings do and everyone watches in amusement, except Ava her mind has drifter to Sara doing martial arts in her mind and how good she probably looks kicking the shit out of someone. She in is a daze and doesn’t realize it until Alex touches her arm and brings her back into reality her eyes meet Alex’s as she is motioning them towards Sara who is speaking to her. “Do I need to get the knife?”

“Oh... Oh no umm... hold on.” Ava rushes over into the kitchen and pulls out multiple knifes and brings them back to the table. Not sure which one Sara would prefer to use she figured options were best. Sara walks over to meet her by the turkey and Ava holds out her hand with plenty of options for Sara to choose from. Sara picks a knife and takes it from Ava’s hand when Ava puts the rest down on the table and motions for Sara not to do anything else yet and she rushes back into the kitchen and returns with an apron over her arm. “Here this is so you don’t get anything on your…” Ava has lost the words again and what comes out is unexpected. “You look really nice.” A blush settles in Ava’s cheeks as Sara smiles so brightly its like looking into the sun for Ava. Sara twirls the knife in her hand like a pro and sets it down and takes the apron from Ava’s hand brushing her fingers against Ava’s which send a lightning bolt through Ava’s entire body which causes another round of red to creep up Ava’s neck. She looks down and see’s the extra knifes on the table and realizes that is a good way for her to excuse herself. She grabs the knives and heads back to the kitchen.

Ava is in the kitchen standing in front of her fridge with her bod half leaning into the freezer when Alex strolls in to check on her with a smirk on her face after what just happened in the dining room.

“You know everyone is going to be in here soon to hit up some of this food.” Alex motions towards all the food on the island. “Yeah I just needed a minute.” Ava says quietly.

“Yeah you did.” Alex says, as Ava closes the freezer door and turns to her.

“What the hell is wrong with me? I mean seriously what is wrong with me?" Alex can tell that Ava is close to freaking out if she wasn’t already and tries to calm her down.

“Hey, all you did was pay Sara a compliment. Nothing wrong with that Ava.”

“Right but you know what is wrong with it? Its’ that my head said I don’t want you to get anything on your dress. But my mouth said something different. That’s what wrong with it. Like when I’m around her I can think or speak and now well now all I’m thinking about is the fact she has black belts in martial arts and I cannot tell you how hard I am trying to push those thoughts away.” Ava covers her mouth almost like she over shared just in that moment.

“You’ve got it bad Sharpe?” Alex starts to chuckle and makes her way over to Ava who is just standing in front of the fridge watching her. She lowers her hands from her mouth and Alex is standing in front of her and take her hands into her hands. “You haven’t done anything wrong; you get that right? So far everything is going great. Now were going to get focused and head back into the dining room and sit down and enjoy dinner. Ava just nods as Alex kisses her forehead, somehow Alex has always been her rock in these situations she seems to know how to calm her down. But there is still plenty of time for Ava to make an ass out of herself before the night is through.

“I haven’t walked into any walls yet.” Ava chuckles as they made their way back to the dining room.

“Yet being the key word here.” Alex responds.

“You’re and asshole you know that. I fucking hate Thanksgiving.” Ava blurts out.

“Turn your brain off and you fucking love Thanksgiving. You made enough food to feed an entire battalion.” Alex pulls Ava as she quickens her pace back to the dining room.

[daechgustinad]

Make You Feel My Love ||KTH||

Summary: When Kim Taehyung, the beautiful Sin of Lust, took over Japan and settled on Busan, it was your mission to stop him, but it took some unexpected turns.

Pairing: Sin of Lust Taehyung x Sin of Wrath reader.

Genre: Demons, Oneshot, Angst, Deadly Sins AU, Fantasy AU, Kind of inspired by Fantastic Beasts and the Dumbledore family, also inspired by my Harry Potter plot, inspired by the song "Red Lights" by Hyunjin and Bangchan of Stray Kids.

Warnings: Violence, reader had kind of a bad past, blood drinking, kind of dirty talk? Reader is not-so-innocent, teasing, dark themes, Taehyung in black perm {yes that's a warning}, Taehyung being sadistic af, Jungkook is the jealous boy.

Word count: 3.145k

"Tell me you hate me. 'I can't stand you anymore.' But I know, you want me. There's no other way out"

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"Unnie, Lust took over Japan just three minutes ago, your brother informed us"

Yeji, your assistant, friend and fellow Deadly Sin of Mischief, informed you in a cold afternoon of winter in your manor in the outskirts of Seoul, your twin brother Min Yoongi, the Sin of Pride lived in Daegu, and had his ears everywhere, thanks very much to his Sinful power.

Lust.

Lust.

Oh how much you hated him, Kim Taehyung, the Sin of Lust, the beautiful Sin of goddam Lust, the only one who can stand up to your power of rage.

You groan in annoyance and you put down 'Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows', the book you were reading in your personal library and you stand up, with a flick of your hand, your trench coat flew towards you and you put it on, you sigh in frustration and walk towards the door, Yeji following right behind you.

"Unnie, Hyunjin, Namjoon and I can go and stop him" Yeji said behind you. Hyunjin was Yeji's twin brother and Sin of Mischief, and Namjoon is the Sin of Sloth and your best friend, and although he's very powerful, with the ability to make others fall asleep and feed on energy, he is still, well. Sloth.

"Ah Yeji, we both know that Namjoon will complain about going"

"Right, I forgot, sorry unnie."

You sigh, knowing that it's not Yeji's fault that she forgets, her head is always filled with things, most of them are concern for you, she reminds you a lot of your younger sister Jisoo.

Jisoo, you didn't mention her name in years, ever since she was gone, taken away from you, by the human, pardon me, demon, who you loved, and that was Taehyung himself.

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"You will not go! I will not allow it! Your mother left you and Yoongi in charge of Jisoo and you will not disappear with him!" Jungkook, your childhood best friend shouted that end of summer, you were 18, young, naïve.

"You never accepted my love! And for him?!" Jungkook shouted again as he pointed a knife at you and Taehyung, who stood beside you, meanwhile Yoongi was on your left, he was slightly glaring at Jungkook.

You and Taehyung were dating during that time, fell complete in love at first sight, you both planned to leave Busan to travel the world by yourselves, with no siblings in sight.

"Say that again! I dare you! You pathetic child!" Taehyung growled and took an intimating step towards Jungkook, his aura changed very drastically, from all soft to a pure demon.

"Stop! Both of you!" You screamed at them since they started pointing their swords at each other, you take out your own, that had snakes swirled around the handle and blade.

No one heard Jisoo coming down the stairs and hid herself behind the counter of the kitchen, to just look at you.

Jungkook, being, well. Envy, he obviously felt jealous of Taehyung for having your attention, so he made the first move and slashed Taehyung's cheek, a small cut on his cheek, Taehyung smirks as he touches his cheek, sees his black blood on his fingers and he licks his finger clean.

Yoongi was trying to hold you still, he really didn't want to interrupt because chaos would happen if he did.

Taehyung threw his sword aside, and used his powers instead, purple light came from his hands, his eyes turned purple as well and levitated Jungkook, purple electric chains were conjured, you levitated your own hands and red chains appeared to fight Taehyung's.

"Enough!" You shouted, but of course, they didn't listen. Yoongi conjured vines from the ground and tied Taehyung's legs into the ground, making Taehyung kneel and groan in pain as the thorns of the vines got into his skin.

Having enough, Taehyung conjured purple light into his hand, Jungkook conjured a yellow one and Yoongi conjured a orange light as well, and you conjured your red one.

"Stop-" You saw Jisoo run towards you as Yoongi, Jungkook and Taehyung released their energy.

"JISOO NO!"

Jisoo, who tried to stop the fight got into the crossfire, she then dropped dead, there, on your floor, your beautiful sister, who had so much life ahead of her, was there, laying as a flare was on her hair, her brown eyes open, looking at the void.

"No... No..." You sobbed as you kneeled next to her, held her head into your hands, you closed her eyes meanwhile Yoongi also kneeled and hugged Jisoo's body.

With wrath and rage, you stood up and conjured a dagger, you turned to Taehyung, who looked horrified at your dead sister's body, his eyes then turned to yours.

"Jagiya... I would never... You know that-"

You screamed and pounced at him, you were slashing your dagger at him, the blade centimeters away from his clean neck, until he disappeared, vanished.

Taehyung teleported away before the dagger arrived to its destination, with a cry of agony, you dropped to the floor and cried to yourself, Yoongi went towards you and hugged you from behind, meanwhile Jungkook still looked at Jisoo's body in disbelieve.

And that was the day you turned to Wrath.

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"Inform Yuna to prepare the Jeju royal guard and Yoongi to prepare the Daegu guard, Taehyung will be in Busan" You say as you step out your manor, adjusting your cuffs of your jacket, Yeji came out but instead, she brought your Night Fury, Lilith, for your ride to Busan, and on her shoulder, was your black mamba companion, Nagini.

"Unnie, are you sure you don't want any one of us to go?"

"Yes, I'll be fine, I'll have Lilith with me"

Yeji nods, she gives you a tight hug from behind, you turn around and hug her back and place a kiss on her temple, she lets you go, muttering a 'Bye Unnie', she returned to the manor.

Sighing, you look over to your other best friends, Lilith and Nagini

Yes, Lilith was named after the Queen of Hell, but no one nowadays know that Lilith is not the real Queen of Hell, it was actually you, Lilith is just temporary since you live on Earth.

Who is the King then if Lucifer isn't the King? Well, it's Taehyung sadly.

And of course you name your black mamba Nagini, after all, you do like Harry Potter.

You mount on Lilith's back, you give her a pat on the side of her neck and she spreads her wings and rises into the air with speed.

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The flight to Busan didn't take long, since Lilith's speed is incredible, you were able to see the palace of the Kim family, which Taehyung inherited from his parents when they died by an attack of normal humans who were jealous of their power.

Many, many humans were jealous of your powers, but many others were grateful, knowing that the balance is being well controlled by 'magical beings'.

As you and Lilith flew above the palace, she suddenly stopped with a warning roar, she only did that when she sensed something out of place, Nagini moved from her secure grip on your arm to Lilith's forehead, using her tail to soothe Lilith.

"Lilith? What's wrong?" You ask as you pet her side of her neck, she gives off a hiss, with her wings, she made a powerful flap towards the palace and the wind got reflected back, a purple shield was revealed and then it vanished.

'Magical barrier, classical Taehyung magic' You thought.

You turned Lilith towards the side, and you touched the barrier.

Your hand went through.

"Get us down Lilith" You ordered Lilith softly as Nagini returned to your neck and Lilith flew towards the forest that was near the palace, when you touched ground, you dismounted Lilith and removed Nagini from your neck and placed her on the back of Lilith, and they both looked deeply confused at your actions.

"Seeing that I'm the only one that can cross the barrier, I'll go by myself" You explain to them as you take off your purse and placed it on the back of Lilith and took out 5 daggers and placed them at your thigh knife holster, you took out your Jikdo from it's holder placed at your hip and exanimated it, you see a bit of splash of blood in it and you clean it with your sleeve.

"I should at least go!" Nagini argued in Parseltongue, snake language.

"If Lilith can't cross, you won't be able as well" You say in Parseltongue as you placed your Jikdo back to it's place, Nagini frowned in her serpent way, not happy with your response, but you carressed her forehead and she hissed in delight, her serpent body relaxed.

"Don't worry, I'll be fine."

Lilith nodded her head, her expression still said thoughts until she turned and drank water from the nearby lake, while Nagini laid in a stone.

You turned around and walked over to the palace, as you got closer to the barrier, you felt uncertain, you felt an weird aura around, it was no mistake Taehyung's magic that made you feel that.

With one last look at Lilith and Nagini, you crossed the border that separated you and Taehyung.

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"Hyung, she's here, what would you like me, Jinnie-ah, hobi, Jimin, Jennie, Chaeyoung and Lisa to do?" Jungkook asked Taehyung, who was sitting lazily on his throne, a goblet of blood in his hand as his lips were red from the blood.

Jungkook had lost interest in you years after the incident with your sister, and he fell in love with someone else, and that was Taehyung's twin brother. Seokjin. Jimin and Jennie were also his siblings, meanwhile Chaeyoung and Lisa were their cousins.

"Continue on the torture of the prisoners, I will take care of her." Taehyung smirked and licked his lips, it's been years since he last saw you, and he was eager to see you after all those years.

Jungkook nodded and smirked at Taehyung's expression before he turned and left Taehyung by himself.

Taehyung placed his forefinger against his lips as he looked at a photograph of you and him under a cherry blossom, he removed his finger from his lips and caressed your side of the photograph, his irises turned slightly pink.

'I'll make you feel my love today, Jagiya'

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'I forgot how big this palace was' You thought as you stood in front of the door to the inside, normal people would've just open or knocked the door, but since you are not a normal person, but rather the most powerful Sin, you just trespassed through the door, like nothing was there.

The inside was very elegant, and it looked like the western Victorian era, Taehyung's favorite era, as you went further the stronger the aura felt, in a corridor you were walking through, you saw a mirror, you stood in front of the mirror and stared at yourself.

That is, until Taehyung appeared behind you.

"Long time no see, Jagiya"

You took out your Jikdo and tried to turn around but Taehyung pinned you to the wall, your chest was against the wall and Taehyung's chest against your back, his hand then grabbed your neck.

"That's not very nice, after all these years, you want to murder me? I thought you were glad to see me"

You scoffed, you tried to shrug him off but his grip on your neck tightened, he leaned his face towards your neck, his hot breath made you feel uneasy, you suddenly felt arousal building up in your lower stomach, he had his unoccupied hand on your hip, and his fingers danced slowly downwards, closer and closer, and then you noticed.

He's using his power of seduction.

You growl and you became shadows and merged behind him, you placed your Jikdo against his neck.

"That's cheating!"

Taehyung turned around and he also pointed his Jikdo, which had had 'Kim' written in the blade, just like yours had 'Min'.

"Everything is fair in love and war, Jagiya"

You growled again and conjured a ball of darkness in your hand and made it explode on the ground, giving you time to turn into shadows again.

"Now that's not fair, dear."

"Like you said, everything is fair in love and war"

You merged behind him again and pushed him to the ground, your eyes turned blood-red as his head made contact with the ground, a pained groan left him and you placed your foot on his neck, his hands came to your leg as his eyes also turned red.

Taehyung coughed and black blood left his mouth slightly, he smirked as he wiped his blood off, before you could do anything, he started singing a line.

"Make you feel my love, oh~"

Shit.

Golden chains were conjured, they were surrounded by purple light, they started to move like snakes as they charged at you.

You left Taehyung on the floor as you tried to teleport away, but it didn't work, and even turning into shadows wouldn't work against magical chains.

Curse him and his enchantments.

You started to run away from the chains as Taehyung stood up behind you, enjoying the way you're running away from him.

One of the chains grabbed your waist and made you stop as the other chains grabbed your ankle, neck, and arms.

"Make you feel my love, oh~"

Taehyung, who was incharge of the chains, pulled you back and instantly, you were trapped in his arms as the chains tightened.

"You think you can escape me? After all these years?" He asked softly as he placed one hand on your cheek, his hold on you suddenly felt comforting, the chains around loosened as he stroke your cheek, his thumb then came to a stop on your bottom lip, he then stares into your eyes, his bright purple eyes then turned to it's original dark purple shade.

He started to lean in and kissed you softly, you instantly gave to his kiss, he placed his hand on the back of your head to kiss you deeper, you forgot in what situation you were in, and what he did 200 years ago, he parted your lips with his tongue and explored your mouth.

Until you remembered the situation.

You groaned in the kiss and you transformed into a snake to escape the chains around you, Taehyung growled as he raised his hand again and started to control his chains, his eyes turned to the brightest shade of purple once again and the chains moved snake like again.

You transformed back into a human, except you had black wings on your back, you rarely used your wings because you usually have Lilith with you, but in the circumstances you currently are now, you clearly need to use them.

Before Taehyung's enchanted chains could grab you again, you spread your wings and took off, you broke the celling and made it outside.

Once you were in the barrier, you tried to leave but you hit the barrier instead, the barrier closed, even for you.

'Stupid lustful sin' You thought.

You heard something break under you, Taehyung, with his own black wings took off and started to fly towards you at incredible speed.

You hissed and started to fly around the dome Taehyung created to tire him down, but instead, you were starting to become tired.

Taehyung was in your tail, you conjured your dagger from your thigh knife holster and threw one at him, he dodged it by only centimeters.

You could feel his anger rising, one of your cons and pros of being Wrath yourself, he conjures a ball of dark purple light and throws it at you, you dodged it and flew towards the ground, you could hear Taehyung following you.

Suddenly, you made a turn upwards, grabbed Taehyung, who was near you and pushed him to the ground, where the impact created a crater.

You could hear Taehyung exclaim in pain and hear something crack.

'I think I broke his wings' You thought as you had balls of darkness in your hands, just in case.

Suddenly, you were hit by one of Taehyung's purple light, your wings stopped working and you started to fall, you were so near the floor you could see the patterns of the tiles.

Taehyung conjured a big pillow that caught you before you could hit the ground, you felt strange, something changed in you, and you felt your eyes burn.

"Come here, Jagiya"

Your body moved by itself, you had no control, it felt like you were a marionette and he was the puppeteer.

'Biological Manipulation' You thought as you got closer to Taehyung, when you were in his range, he quickly placed his arm around your waist and his other on your neck.

"Why do you have to fight everything I do to the point I have to control your body?" He tsked, his hand on your neck tightened.

"Cat caught your tongue? No, more like Lust caught your tongue?" He teased, you could feel yourself becoming redder, you couldn't use your magic, he is on the same level or perhaps stronger than you.

He leaned not towards your lips, but towards your ear.

"Answer me" He growled, until his face dropped to your neck, where he started to kiss slowly as you could only stand there and not do anything.

Just as you were going to moan, Taehyung stopped with a hiss of pain, and you heard a familiar hiss.

"Curse you! You filthy snake!"

Nagini hissed loudly, she bit Taehyung on his leg, you felt getting your control back, but a tail grabbed your waist.

Lilith was the one that grabbed you, she roared loudly at Taehyung, meanwhile he hissed at her.

Just when Nagini was going to bite Taehyung again, another person attacked Nagini.

And that was your other childhood best friend, Jungkook.

"Don't touch my hyung!"

Lilith felt danger, so she placed you on her back and shot a plasma blast bellow her to create smoke.

When Taehyung and Jungkook exclaimed at the sudden dust, Lilith dived, grabbed Nagini with her paw and started to fly away quickly, but you heard shouting back there, you turned and saw Taehyung riding his own Night Fury, Lucifer. But he was not following you, no, he was flying on his spot to taunt you.

"You may hate me. You may not stand me anymore. But I know you still want me! And there's no other way out of this, Jagiya!"

You ignored him, but you've got to admit.

He's not wrong.