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calumrose · 4 years

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A Second Goodnight || L.H

A//N: I finished this I can’t even remember how long ago but I just never got around to posting it. I’ve been getting quite stuck with writing recently and I’ve definitely fallen out of the habit of it, but I’m trying to get back into it before life starts to get hectic. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this little addition to my dad!sos universe with Luke, Elle and Kenzie! Let me know what you think, feedback and thoughts are always welcome and very much appreciated!!!

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“Baby girl, what do you think you’re doing up?”

Elle’s head shot around to face her bedroom door, her eyes welcoming the sight of Luke standing there, blond curls framing his face due to his latest haircut, elbow resting against the doorframe as he watched the sight before him. She couldn’t hide the guilty expression that crept onto her face when their eyes met momentarily, her lips pouting ever so slightly as she looked down at her feet as they stretched out in front of her from where she was sitting on the floor.

It was getting late — too late for Elle to be sitting on her bedroom floor, dolls spread out in front of her. She should have been in bed, happily snoozing away where Luke had placed her not even a few hours ago. But instead, she was distracted by holding her dolls upright, mumbling to herself as she made them interact and talk to one another in her own made-up language.

Luke couldn’t stop the slightly amused chuckle that vibrated in his chest, pushing himself off the doorway and walking into his three-year-old’s bedroom. Elle naturally reached her hands up into the air, wiggling her fingers in Luke’s direction as she silently asked to be lifted and held.

“Up we come,” Luke took easy hold of Elle, hauling her up into the air, causing her to release an excitable squeal before she was brought against his chest, her small arms wrapping around his neck while her legs wrapped as far around his torso as they could. She always naturally clung to Luke when he held her, her small impressionable fingertips gently moving back and forth against the skin at the back of his neck, feeling the small baby hairs that curled there, the soft strands smooth against her skin.

She felt so relaxed against him, the way her grip was tight yet so loose as she held onto the fabric of his shirt, the way her heels dug into his ribs just enough to assure herself that she wouldn’t slip down him like he was a slide. Luke felt just as relaxed, feeling her chest rise and fall against his as she cuddled into him, her cheek pressing against his jaw as she looked over his shoulder.

“You know you’re supposed to be in bed, honey,” Luke spoke softly, trying to keep his voice and smooth as a hope that it would help in the attempt to get her to go back to bed. He had already sung to her once tonight and quite frankly he wasn’t sure he could handle singing her song for her for a second or third time that night no matter how much she loved it.

Who was he kidding? If she wanted it — he’d sing it.

“But Millie wanted to play with Hannah, and she kept asking,” Elle began to quietly ramble about her dolls, head never lifting from Luke’s shoulder, “And— and she then asked if I would let her— “

She cut herself off with a yawn, turning so her face became hidden by her arm, scrunching up her face as she opened her mouth and released the tired breath.

Luke felt her head drop a little, the weight falling against his shoulder as the pressure on his ribs from her legs slowly began to loosen. He could sense that sleep was slowly creeping up on her, her previous idea of staying up to play now coming back on her. “I think someone’s getting a bit tired, hm?”

“But… But Millie and Hannah…”

Luke tried to hold back the amusement that threatened to break out in the form of a laugh at her little protest, resting a large hand on her back as he rubbed gentle circles against the fabric of her pyjamas, responding, “Millie and Hannah will still want to play tomorrow, but right now, baby, you need to go to bed because it’s way past your bedtime.”

“But— “

“No buts, Elle, come on, let’s get you into bed.” Luke watched his footing as he maneuvered around the scattering of dolls that Elle had littered the floor with, making sure he didn’t stand on any or damage any of her other toys as he made his way back to her small bed in the corner of her room.

Luke kept a steady hold of the sleepy toddler, pressing a kiss to the side of her head as he moved to stand above her bed, gently moving one of his arms so he could move her legs so he could place her down. He kept a hand on the back of her head — a natural instinct since he became a father, it only became even more primal when Kenzie made her appearance a few months prior, his hands acting of their own accord to make sure their heads were supported and protected at all times.

Her curls fanned out against her patterned pillow case, her sleepy blue eyes slowly blinking up at him as he held himself up above her, a loving smile spread across his face as he stared down at the little girl who had his heart in the palm of her hand.

“Now you stay in bed this time, okay?” Luke raised an eyebrow at her, a playful questioning glint in his eyes as he reached a hand down and pulled up her blanket, tucking her in for the second time that night.

“But what if I can’t sleep?” Her question was accompanied by a pout, her brows slightly furrowed on her face as her little hands found a loose thread in her blanket, fingers beginning to fiddle with it as she watched herself twirl it around her left index finger. “Will you stay with me until I fall asleep? Please dad?”

“You want me to stay here until you fall asleep?” Luke basically repeated her question, voice soft and gentle in the ambient lighting of her bedroom. She still had her nightlight on in the corner, the warm glow just enough for them to make out each other in the night. “Okay, I suppose so, but you need to promise me that you’re gonna try and sleep, alright? Can you do that for me?”

Elle didn’t give a verbal response but instead just gave a simple nod, her eyelashes fluttering against her cheeks as her eyelids grew heavier with every blink.

Luke adjusted himself so he knelt on the floor by the bed, resting a forearm against the sheets as he reached his other hand forward, using his fingers to brush a few stray curls out of Elle’s tired face. He found his hand going back to the same spot he removed the curls from once they were gone, allowing for his fingertips to gently glide against her soft temple, brushing back into her hair with a soft touch. He noted how Elle moved into it, her head turning up ever so slightly as if to somehow get closer to his hand, the soft graze of skin against her face soothing her.

As much as Luke wasn’t exactly impressed to come into Elle’s room to find her awake, he wasn’t mad about the outcome of where he found himself to be right then — knelt down by his daughter’s bedside, soothing her to sleep. It was something he never tired of doing, enjoying the whole malarkey of taking her to bed and the attempts of getting her to settle down enough to fall asleep. He secretly loved it when she was a baby and he loved it even more now, especially when she asked if he would stay with her.

There was never any reason why she wanted him to stay, not that Luke needed any to be convinced in the first place. It was always at the simplest of requests, Luke would find himself in her bedroom, sitting with her as she played, sitting with her as she tried to sleep, even gently singing to her as she drifted off like he had done since the day she was born.

It was an instinct for him to sing to her, for him to gently start humming and mumbling the familiar words to the song that she had come to love and claim as her own since the beginning. He didn’t even realise he did it half of the time, too transfixed on the sight in front of him whenever he would unintentionally start the familiar tune in his head.

And this time was no different.

Luke hadn’t realised he had started humming, ocean coloured eyes focused on the gentle breaths that left Elle’s lips as she drifted off to sleep, the soft sound of his silent words providing her with a familiar nightly comfort that she hadn’t even had to ask for anymore and could still be assured that she would receive it.

“And please don’t take my sunshine away…” Luke heard the tired mumble come from the three-year-old, his heart soaring at the sound of Elle’s sleepy voice as she sung the final words to the song she knew oh so well.

She turned comfortably in her sleepy haze, moving closer to the edge of her bed, blanket still tucked securely around her. She moved her head up a little, tilting her chin towards Luke’s direction so her head tilted back, moving more into Luke’s hand that had moved to stroke her hair, the soft locks against his palm provided him with as much comfort as it did her.

“Goodnight, baby,” Luke presses a soft kiss to her forehead, allowing for his lips to linger momentarily as he took a second to cherish that moment which he got to share with her. It was one to add to the collection, one he wished he could take a photograph of and add to the collection of memories that littered the hallway.

And just like that Elle was out like a light, the blanket that lay over her rose and fell with every heavy sleep-induced breath she inhaled and exhaled.

Luke knew he had to move otherwise he would have stayed there the entire night, knowing fine well that he would comfortably have stayed knelt on the floor of Elle’s bedroom, eyes fixed on her as he watched her dream through the night.

But Luke had to move. The crying baby down the hall wouldn’t soothe herself quite yet and Luke had told you to let him handle Kenzie during the night. He was only supposed to check in on the girls before joining you back downstairs, but it seemed like he was getting side-tracked.

His girls needed him. And that’s all that mattered.

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When one door closed another opened in its place, Luke leaving one bedroom only to enter another. The only difference in leaving the previous bedroom to entering the new one was the silence that was no longer there, the soft cry of the unsettled baby coming from the crib at the bottom of the bed tearing through the quietness of the late night.

Luke felt his heart ache at the sound, his face scrunching ever so slightly in grimace at the unpleasant sound, the shriek being painful for him to hear. Closing the door behind him, Luke made his way over to the wooden crib, the wooden floors cold beneath his bare feet as he took the few steps required for him to peer over the edge of the crib. The sight of the unhappy baby beneath him warmed his heart yet also made it twinge unpleasantly, the soft face of Kenzie always being a vision that made him smile except from when her face was bunched up, mouth drawn open to release an unhappy wail while her arms and legs kicked out in protest.

“Hey hey hey…” Luke kept his voice soft and quiet, not wanting to give the small girl a fright. One palm curled around the edge of the crib while the other reached down, knuckles grazing against her pyjama covered back in a soothing up and down motion, as Luke began his fatherly duties of attempting to comfort his youngest daughter. “What’s got you all upset, hm?”

Kenzie continued to wriggle in her crib, an uncomfortable whine escaping her small lips as she fought to get her legs free from the blanket that was gently laid over them. Her face scrunched up in distaste, nose bunching up as her eyes clenched shut, her gums becoming visible as her mouth opened to let the sound break free.

Luke hated hearing her cry, much like any parent did with their child, the sound going right through him like cutlery against a china plate. It was a sound he wanted to silence as quickly as possible, a sound he wanted to put to rest by providing as much comfort and assurance to little Kenzie as he could.

“Come on, sweet girl, up we go,” Luke reached down with both hands, keeping his voice just as quiet as before, not wanting to disrupt the semi-peaceful atmosphere that was lingering in the room. He took a gentle hold of Kenzie, sliding a hand beneath her so his hand was splayed against her back, while his other went behind her head to support her as he lifted her up and out of her crib, gently placing her against his chest so her face was resting against his neck.

When you had taken Kenzie up to bed previously, the bedroom was set up so it would soothe her; Luke’s bedside lamp was left turned on the lowest setting so it barely lit, giving some reassurance that Kenzie wasn’t left alone in complete darkness, a small night-light projector was set up on the dresser, aimed so the gentle cascade of moons as stars were scattered across the ceiling, accompanied by the gentle instrumental lullaby that the toy sung. Usually the combination worked to keep her asleep for the majority of the night, the only time she would wake up was usually for a night-feed, but tonight seemed to be the night that neither of his daughters were sleeping without a second visit from him.

Luke adjusted her in his arms, so she was resting comfortably against him, forehead against his neck with her cheek pressed against the top of his chest. Kenzie seemed to settle a little at the physical closeness she had gained, the familiar warmth of his body recognisable to her and bringing her as much of a comfort as it brought to Luke himself. His hand remained splayed across her back, thumb moving gently in a back and forth motion as Luke gently began to sway as he allowed for his feet to begin to walk around the room, smiling as the gentle weight of her head against his shoulder as he whispered to her, “There we go, is that better?”

If there was one-way Luke knew to get Kenzie to sleep when she was restless, it was to lull her sleep with motion. A simple movement worked wonders with the small blonde, the soothing motion of a moving car causing her eyelids to become heavy as the gentle hum of the engine rocked her to sleep with every car ride. But the motion that Luke conducted when he walked with her, a gentle sway in his step as he held her in his arms had nothing on the hum of a trusty engine, the warmth of his arms and chest against her mixed along with a soft whisper he hushed her with was the one true secret that worked almost every time.

He felt her small hand clutch onto the collar of his t-shirt, her grip a little loose in her tired state, the soft whines and whimpers continuing to slip past her lips although at a lesser volume than before.

“Shh… Shh…” Luke gently hushed her, lips gently pressing against the side of her head as he left a reassuring kiss against her soft skin, his palm beginning to glide up and down on her back. He glanced down at Kenzie from his position, noticing the missing splash of colour that could usually be found in her mouth, mentally cursing himself for not noticing at first that her favourite comfort was missing. She couldn’t sleep without it, always having the familiar lion-themed piece of rubber and plastic attached to her baby-grow on the little fabricated cord. Although it seemed that the cord had come undone during her slumber. “What’s wrong, sweetheart? Have you lost your paci?”

Luke gently rocked her, swaying in place as he bent his knees slightly to try and create a soothing rhythm as he stood on the spot and looked back into her crib, searching for the familiar brightly coloured piece of rubber and plastic that Kenzie adored. He didn’t understand how such a small baby in such a limited space could lose something that she barely let go of throughout the day. Whenever she would suck on her pacifier, she held it like a vice between her lips, her gums gripping it with all the strength her small frame could muster if Luke or you even attempted to take it from her against her will.

She was only young, but boy, was she stubborn. I wonder where she got that from…

“Where did you put it, huh?” Luke quietly asked, directing the question towards the unhappy baby in his arms as if he would receive an answer. His eyes were focused on the discarded blanket, removing his hand from its place on Kenzie’s back so he could use the limb in the attempt to search for her favourite orange pacifier. Luke knew it wouldn’t be the secret to settling her, but it would certainly help.

Luke’s eyes searched the dimly lit crib, leaning ever so slightly forward so he could get a better look, keeping a steady and secure hold of Kenzie while his fingers lifted the blanket up as he gently tossed it to the other end of the crib. A flash of orange caught his attention, eyes looking to the far side of the crib, spotting the brightly coloured plastic of the pacifier which had somehow become stuck between the crib’s cushion and the wooden frame. He wasn’t sure how it exactly got there, but with the amount of moving he knew Kenzie to do throughout the night, he knew he shouldn’t have been completely surprised about where it ended up.

“Would you look at what I found,” Luke added a bit of hushed excitement to his voice, reaching forward and grasping hold of the pacifier as he plucked it free from the tight space it was trapped in. He checked it over, making sure it wasn’t broken or damaged, assuring there were no cracks in the plastic for Kenzie to hurt herself with. You called him overcautious and overprotective, but you knew he was only looking out for his girls; the thought of one of them hurting themselves ultimately being his worst nightmare. Once he deemed that it was fine, he cleaned it off, ridding the rubber nub of any dirt or fluff before he lifted it to Kenzie’s face, a smile creasing his lips as he chuckled and gently rubbed the smooth material against her lips to encourage her to take it. “Here you go, baby.”

Kenzie blinked tiredly, her eyes spotting the familiar bright orange object in Luke’s hand. Luke watched as she clung onto his shirt, lips separating as she leaned forward slightly, head moving closer to where Luke was holding the pacifier between his thumb and index finger as she took the rubber between her lips before resting her head back against Luke’s shoulder. Her hand still gripped his shirt’s collar, cheek pressing against him as she nuzzled in, her soft skin sliding against the fabric of his shirt as she tried to keep as close as possible, the gentle graze of the fabric against her skin almost doing its own job of lulling her to sleep.

Kenzie’s soft whines and whimpers seemed to quieten down even more, the sound becoming muffled from behind the pacifier that was back in its rightful place, her cheeks moving ever so slightly as she sucked on the soft piece of rubber.

His hand found its place on Kenzie’s back almost instantly, resuming its previous gliding motion as if it were second nature to him. Luke had always been told his hands were a gift, that they were instruments in themselves that could strike the most beautiful sound when given the right tools, and he knew that to be true. But, there was nothing like the way his hands naturally found their position when holding his children, the way his fingers stretched, the way his palms curved, the way his hands manoeuvred so the young girls felt secure and comfortable when they were in his arms. He was forever grateful for the work his hands created and the talent he had been given, but the way he felt when he got to hold Kenzie like he did in that moment… There was nothing that came close.

“That’s better, isn’t it?” Luke spoke in a hushed whisper, resuming his gentle swaying motion from before as he stepped away from the crib and allowed for his feet to absentmindedly wander around the room, to step where they wished and carry the two of them across the room while he tried to settle Kenzie enough to get her to fall back to sleep, “You just wanted your paci and a cuddle, hm?”

Kenzie seemed to relax against Luke in that moment, her weight falling against him as her face gently pressed into his neck as her breathing began to slow and even out. Luke felt her blonde curls tickle the sensitive skin of his neck when she rubbed her cheek against him, her skin half rubbing against the fabric of his t-shirt and brushing against the skin above the collar, attempting to get comfortable. He swore he felt his heart ache when he heard the content little sigh slip out, the light-hearted sound containing just enough volume to cause a tear to spring to his eye at the simple realisation of contentment the young baby felt against him.

With one hand remaining splayed across her back, the tip of his thumb brushing the nape of her delicate neck with every slow swipe, Luke slowly continued to circle the room, humming quietly under his breath. Luke barely heard the creak of the bedroom door open, his head turning to glance over his right shoulder, Kenzie drifting off against his left, his eyes meeting yours as you popped your head through the gap, smiling at the sight in front of you.

Luke couldn’t hold back the smile on his face at the sight of you slipping in through the open door, his lips puckering out slightly as he whispered a quiet “shh” to you, the sound barely counting as audible, before continuing his gentle sway as he padded around the room in the attempt to lull the sweet baby to sleep.

It was after a few more minutes, Luke made his way back over to the crib, gently rearranging his hold on Kenzie so he could lower her down. He kept a hand on the back of her head, leaning forward with his shoulder so he had a better hold of the sleeping child, allowing for her weight to fall against his arms, turning her slightly so her back was resting against his forearm. He kept a hand beneath her body, fingers gently tapping a comforting rhythm on her back with a featherlight touch as he continued to lower her back down into the crib.

“Shh…shh…shh…” Luke hushed her uncomfortable whimpers, the gentle noise he released breezing through the air as it comforted Kenzie and her whines slowly settled back down as she wriggled a little against the fabric of the cushion in her crib. Luke slowly and carefully removed his hands from beneath her, sliding the hand that previously rested under her back, fingertips sliding over her side to rest delicately on her stomach, slowly coming together as if they were almost meeting to form a fist but instead continuing to provide Kenzie with a comforting touch to keep her asleep. With his other hand Luke reached over with a free hand to grab her blanket again before placing it over her so she was protected from the cold draft he knew to sneak in through the night. “There we go, sweetheart, all nice and cosy.”

Luke hadn’t noticed you make your way over to him, your steps against the floor were practically silent, your presence only becoming clear to him when he felt an arm slip around his waist. The gentle squeeze you gave as you leaned into him was warm, the embrace being one he always looked forward to whenever you were around one another, it almost being guaranteed when you had the chance to hold one another without a toddler or a baby in between the two of you.

“Night night, baby.” Luke spoke in the softest whisper, lifting his hand, pressing his index and middle finger to his pouting lips before lowering the limb back down. With the gentlest of touches, he allowed for the pads of his fingers to rest against Kenzie’s forehead, as if transferring the kiss from his lips to her skin through his hand. It was a soft gesture he had started doing for her as of late, the loving way of saying a final goodnight before he would carry himself back through the house where he could unwind.

Elle had her sunshine song and Kenzie had her special goodnight kiss, both personal moments to be shared with Luke when he took them each to bed, a silent promise to them that he was there and he would always be there to give them those comforts.

Luke found himself leaning against Kenzie’s crib just that little bit longer, gaze never breaking from the slumbering baby as she lay on her back, head tilted in Luke’s direction, with one hand out to her side while the other clutched onto the soft blanket that was splayed over her. He watched as the pacifier in her mouth slowly bobbed up and down, silently counting every small suck gave and timed them with her breaths, smiling to himself at the realisation of what he was doing.

“I’ve always said you have magic hands, Luke,” You kept your voice low, as if any sound louder than that of a pin dropping would wake Kenzie. You rested your head on Luke’s shoulder, your arm remaining loosely wrapped around his waist, your other hand coming to rest against his bicep in front of you. You pressed a kiss to his shirt-covered shoulder, smiling to yourself as you inhaled the remnants of his cologne that still lingered on his clothes. “The same trick worked when she was nothing more than a bump and now look at her.”

The natural smile that spread across Luke’s face at your words was a knowing one, one that was also so full of love. He knew you were right, it seemed as though his touch was something to be considered magic. It was with the simplest of touches, he could make the girls calm down, make them fall asleep, he could soothe them in any case. You had always told him that his hands were gifted, especially when it came to your girls, that there was something that they provided which no one else could match, that they provided a warm comfort that came from him and him only.

“I’m kind of hoping it’ll always work,” Luke tilted his head so it rested lightly against yours, turning ever so slightly so he could press a soft kiss to your hairline in the process. You knew he enjoyed having his own little knacks that had become nightly routine for his girls, understanding the sense of need and purpose that they provided Luke with. As long as the song and kiss worked, Luke and you both were assured that the girls would always ask for them, that they would always want them. “Hopefully, my girls don’t get sick of me too soon.”

“Trust me, babe, I highly doubt that’s going to happen anytime soon,” You chuckled, squeezing his bicep slightly, the pressure your fingers provided was light, “You are their entire world, their everything, they love you more than they love anything in this world.”

Luke knew you were right. It was a loving moment they shared every night, a moment so small yet so big that it meant the world to Luke as well as the little girls whom he shared it with.

It was an individual moment he got to share with each daughter and that in itself was the greatest gift Luke could have.

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writingwithciara · 4 years

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Daddy Taught Me ~Austin North~

summary: being best friends with Austin North was special for y/n. they were always together. so, it made sense that austin would constantly be around y/n’s 5 year old daughter, jensen. when jensen accidentally calls austin ‘daddy’ one night, he and y/n are left figuring out what they really mean to each other.

word count: 1.4k

pairings: austin x reader

warnings: fluff, horrible writing

a/n: i had a dream about this the other night and i had to write it. [well, this has been in my drafts for a REALLY long time and im finally posting it now. wow]

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Y/n sat with Austin and helped him run lines while her 5 year old daughter ran around her apartment. The little girl nearly tripped over the carpet but didn’t let it stop her.

“Wow. Look at her go. Sometimes, I wish I had that much energy.” y/n sighed. “Okay, what line were we on, again?”

“This one.” Austin pointed to the marked scene in the script while y/n took a deep breath and said the line, first to herself and then to Austin.

“You can’t keep acting like this. Someone’s going to know something’s up.” she spoke as the character, Marci.

“Well, let them think that then. You and I both know the truth.” Austin took a glance at the script, then back up at y/n. He grabbed her hands and looked into her eyes. “Only us.” he spoke softly.

Y/n stared at her best friend for what felt like forever, before setting the script down and looking at her phone.

“Shoot. I gotta get to work in an hour. Where the hell is the sitter?”

“Hey, don’t worry about it. I can watch Jensen until Betty gets here.”

“Oh, would you really? Thanks, Austin.” she threw herself into his arms and kissed his cheek. “You’re the best.” she hopped off the couch and ran to get ready. Austin watched her leave and turned his attention to Jensen.

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“So you take this part and you cross it over this?” Jensen looked up at the man who had been given the task of watching her for the night. She knew her mom would be home soon and she was excited to tell her about her day.

“Yeah. Just like that. You’re doing great, kiddo.”

“Thanks.” the little girl grinned and turned her attention back to the dolls hair she was styling. “Austin, can I ask you something?”

“Of course, sweetie. Ask away.”

“Do you love my mommy?”

“Yes, of course I do. She’s been my best friend since we were about your age.” he looked at her and smiled. He was being truthful, to a point. In actuality, he was starting to notice the way he was acting around her lately. IT was weird, but she never said anything to him about it.

“I know that, silly.” the 5 year old giggled. “I meant, do you love love her?”

“I’m not too sure, kid. Love is a very difficult feeling to deal with and not many people in the world can say they’ve felt the true meaning of the word.”

“What?”

“Nevermind. You’ll understand when you’re older.” he finished doing Jensen’s hair and helped her to her room. “It’s bedtime, sweetie. Mommy will be here when you wake up tomorrow, I promise.”

“Okay. Goodnight.” the child rubbed her eyes and fell asleep as soon as Austin started reading her a story. As soon as her eyes were closed, the front door of the apartment opened and closed.

Austin walked out, expecting an intruder, but nearly ran into y/n as she walked into the hallway.

“Whoa there girl. Better slow down.”

“Sorry, dude. Gotta pee real bad. Been holding it since I got off work.” she quickly blew past him and into the bathroom. Austin went to sit in the living room and was joined by y/n 2 minutes later. “I take it Betty never showed?”

“No. But she did call and say she wasn’t going to show and that she was super sick.”

“She’s pulled that before.” y/n dramatically threw her hands in the air. “How was my baby girl, though? She didn’t give you too much trouble, did she?”

“No. As usual, she was a perfect angel.” He offered his best friend a smile and she gave one back.

“Well, I’m glad to hear that.” y/n grinned. The two of them sat there for a few minutes in silence, which was broken by a little girl running into the room with her doll.

“Mommy, mommy. Look what I did today.” she held up her doll and showed off the braid she styled. It wasn’t perfect, because it was done by a 5 year old. But it wasn’t all messy either.

“Aww, that’s adorable.” y/n examined the doll. “When did you learn how to braid?”

“Earlier tonight.” Jensen beamed. “Daddy taught me.”

“Oh he did? Wait, what?”

“Daddy taught me how to braid hair.”

“Okay, baby. I think it’s bed time.”

“I’m not tired.” the 5 year old yawned while rubbing her eyes.

“I’ll take her to bed.” Austin stood up and grabbed her hand. “Come on, kiddo. Let’s go get you some sleep.”

“Okay, daddy.”

The girl was out as soon as Austin laid her down and tucked her in. He made sure to turn on her night light before quietly closing the door. y/n was moving around in the kitchen, making some drinks for the two of them.

“I think I should get going. Lauren will be wondering where I am if I’m not home in 10 minutes. And I can not tell her I’m here. She’ll get started on all this ‘soulmate’ crap and I’m really not in the mood to talk about that.”

“I think we need to talk before you leave.”

“If this is about her learning how to braid, she told me it was okay with you.”

“No, it’s not that.” y/n sat on the couch and Austin followed. “She called you daddy.”

“Oh. Yeah, sorry. I was kind of hoping you didn’t want to talk about that.”

“It actually relates to something I’ve been meaning to talk to you about.”

“And what is that?”

“We’ve been best friends since we were 5, right?” she asked, causing him to nod. “Well, a few years ago, while I was with Levi-”

“I fucking hated that guy.”

“I know.” she smiled. “Anyway, while I was dating him, you know that I got pregnant with Jensen.”

“Of course. The greatest human ever. Go on.”

“When he bailed and you were there with me through everything, well, I started thinking how much easier life would be if we had just been together from the start.”

“I really wish we could’ve been, honestly.” he sighed and looked over at his best friend. “Seeing all those guys treat you like complete trash, when you deserved to be treated like a queen, killed me. I wanted nothing more than to be able to protect you from the morons in the world.” Austin tucked a piece of hair behind y/n’s ear and stared into her eyes. “You are the most generous, smartest, most beautiful girl I know. And when Jensen asked me if I loved you earlier, I wasn’t sure how to answer the question. Not too many people in the world can say they’ve felt the true meaning of love. But I now know that I am one of those people. I know for a fact, now, that I do love you. I’ve loved you for quite a long time and I feel so stupid for not realizing it sooner.”

“You know, it kinda makes sense now.”

“What does?”

“That you’ve been in love with me forever.”

“And how is that?” Austin chuckled and raised an eyebrow.

“Maybe it’s just my own heart telling me that I’ve been stupid too.” y/n smiled. “You know, for not realizing the perfect guy was right in front of me. Austin, I truly believe that you are my future.”

“I know you’re my future.” he reached for her hand and laced their fingers together. “I love you, and I love Jensen. So much. How would you feel if we became a family?”

“I think I’d like that a lot.”

“I’d like that too.” Jensen appeared next to them and smiled widely. Austin grinned and picked her up.

“Hey, princess. It’s time for bed now. You need your sleep.”

“But i’m still not tired.” the girl whined, making Austin share a look with y/n.

“Well, you need to be rested if you’re gonna spend the day at,” Austin paused for dramatic effect. Jensen gave him the look and he continued. “Disneyland!”

“Disneyland?!” the child beamed quickly, jumping out of Austin’s arms. She dragged him into her room. “Okay, daddy. I’ll go to sleep but, can you please tell me a story?”

Austin looked at y/n, who had followed them into the room, and she nodded with a smile. Jensen climbed into the bed while Austin began to tell her a story of a princess, a prince, and the love they hadn’t realized they shared.

#austin north x reader #austin obx #austin north #austin x reader

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quicksiilver · 4 years

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Black T-Shirt

Inspired by THIS gif-set I came across today.

Pairing: Carol Danvers/Female Reader

Word Count: 2.1k

Summary: Coming home after a mission with Carol, a memory makes you finally get the guts to do something that should’ve been done a long time ago.

Warning: Nothing. Just... nothing but my dreams. TBH I don’t even know where this came from.

GIF Credit to linked poster at beginning of this post.

Stumbling out of the ship laughing with Carols arm slung around your shoulder, you were greeted by Maria who was strolling slowly across her green grass with Monica hurrying from the house behind her. You and Carol were returning from a mission Nick Fury sent you on a month ago. The two of you were in that ship traveling planet to planet for nearly four weeks keeping the universe in check. After Fury’s first encounter with a species other than his own he’d been on edge. He’d send you and Carol up in the ship every couple of months sometimes just for his peace of mind. Fury was a badass to everyone but you and Carol. He found you both in a Blockbuster parking lot looking like two women from a Sci-Fi film that he didn’t know was coming to life.

“Well, welcome back!” Maria beamed holding her arms open for you and Carol to fall into. She wrapped one around each of your backs and squeezed you tight.

“Space needs to stop keeping you both away for so long,” She sighed. Peering over her shoulder you spotted Monica who was finally catching up to her mother.

“You’re here! You’re here!” She cheered as you pulled yourself out of Maria’s arms. Falling to your knees you caught Monica as she leapt onto you, happily throwing her arms around your neck.

“I told you I’d be back,” You grin, closing your eyes. Monica buried her face into your hair, snuggling against you. While Carol was here first before the Kree kept her on your planet, Monica took a liking to you when you arrived with Carol her first day back to Maria’s home. It was a hard conversation explaining to Monica that you weren’t from Earth like she and her mother were, but you made a promise that you’d stick by her Aunt Carol’s side and not go back to the Kree.

“I missed you so much,” Monica said, “I’ve been watching Fresh Prince with my mom, and its boring because she already knows it all. I don’t even have to explain it to her like I do for you!” You laugh, rubbing a hand around her back.

“I can’t wait until you’re teaching me about your television again,” You say, “Wait. Aren’t you sleepy? Isn’t it past your bedtime?” Your voice turned silly, gasping at the end of your words pulling Monica back making her giggle.

Behind your back Carol and Maria were watching the two of you, Carol waiting patiently to hug her niece. She smiled watching you hold onto Monica carefully, always ready to protect her just like she would. It made her happy to see you be so comfortable around Maria and Monica. When her memory really came back to her, and she realized what a mess the Kree were, she was afraid you’d leave her. She was nervous you’d hate it here, and that you’d stick with the Kree fighting a war that didn’t even need to fought. Backing up a team that believed they were the only superiors in this world, but you stayed. Carol was surprised, but she kept that to herself. Her heart was thankful that the girl she met on Hala, the woman who trained with her and grew with her as a warrior was going to stay.

“Did you say anything to her yet?” Maria whispered to Carol as you and Monica discussed TV. Carol shook her head, eyes still on you.

“I can’t,” She whispered back.

“Yes, you can,” Maria was still whispering, but her tone was harsh. She couldn’t believe her best friend hasn’t told the girl she’s been traveling with for forever now how she feels about her.

“I don’t want to give her a reason to go back,” Carol looked at Maria who relaxed, understanding her reasoning.

“Auntie Carol!” Monica shouted, the little girl taking her bouncy curls over to her. She jumped onto Carol who caught her quick, and pulled her into a hug.

You stood up brushing your hair out of your face giving Maria a smile.

“It’s good to see you,” Maria said.

“It’s good to be back,” You say, shaking your shoulders a bit.

“Are you gonna leave again?” Monica asked turning to you while in Carols arms. You and Carol share a moment of uncertain eye contact before you smile at Monica and pout a lip.

“We don’t know yet,” You say knowing damn well Nick Fury would be getting in touch with the two of you at some point. Monica yawned and started to ask you both to stay forever, but Maria pulled her out of Carols arms and held onto her. She let out a fake groan of discomfort.

“My lord!” She said dramatically, “You’re getting too old for this.” Monica rubbed one of her eyes and laughed.

“But they can carry me,” She said pointed to you and Carol. Maria nodded and rolled her eyes.

“I’m not a super person, Mon,” She laughed under breath, as did you. You glanced to Carol who was looking at you with a small smile.

“Lets go. Time for bed and time to get our guests comfy,” Maria started for the house. Carol put her arm around you again and you followed the mother into her house.

Standing in the bathroom of the spare bedroom you stare at yourself in the mirror and sigh. Bringing your hands up to your face you rub your eyes and groan at how heavy they’d become. Missions were always fun, something exciting coming from each one of them, but they were incredibly exhausting. This was the side of superheroes the public will never see. You have bruises, you have some scars, and you’ve even sprained an elbow before. This particular mission there weren’t too many marks on the outside, but there was definitely something on the inside.

The feeling started before you left. You could pinpoint exactly when you noticed it. It was a Friday night dinner here at Maria’s. The three of you, and Monica, were sitting around the dining table with two open empty pizza boxes on it. Monica was cracking jokes she’d learned from her friends, some that deemed too inappropriate for Maria’s taste, and some that needed to be explained to you. Pop culture references from this planet wasn’t exactly your forte.

Carol sat across from you in a black t-shirt with her hair falling to her shoulders in loose curls which was typical for the end of the day. She was getting a kick out of her niece slightly disappointing her mother, while enjoying teaching you small things about the world here. There was something in everyday that you didn’t understand, and Carol was always quick to jump in to help you.

She kept shooting you looks, sleep in her eyes, that were a little different than before. You blamed it on the silliness that being tired brings. The way her eyes narrowed with her smirk, the way they’d watch you intently as you laughed at Monica’s jokes. When she’d explain things to you, she wasn’t watering it down as she usually would so you’d understand. She was almost teasing you with her voice in a tone that could make you blush, and not in an embarrassed state. Between her t-shirt, and her beguiling manner, something was sparked to life inside of you.

Maria left the table after Monica had finished her stand-up act to make sure she was really going to bed, and not sneaking around the corner to listen in on your conversations. Carol asked Maria to give her kisses goodnight from the two of you.

“You ready to take this one on?” Carol asked you once Maria was out of the room. Watching her, you messed with your fingers and nodded slowly.

“I’m always ready,” You smirked. She returned it, then quickly looked away.

“You okay?” You asked. Carol looked up to you with a changed expression. Her cocky facade turned into what seemed to you as sadness. A nervousness lulled around her as her soft eyes took you in. You suddenly felt overwhelmed, almost embarrassed at how you two were obviously flirting over empty pizza boxes at her best friends dinner table. You were afraid she’d tell you it’d been inappropriate, or that it would affect the mission in some way.

The two of you spent a lot of time alone, and you’ve gotten to know each other like best friends, you didn’t want this one silly moment to ruin the years of your relationship with her.

“Carol?” You questioned her again. She glanced away for a moment before turning her eyes back to yours.

“We have to tell Monica,” She said at the same time she let out a sigh, “We haven’t done that yet.” Taking a deep breath out of relief you pouted your lips.

“I hate doing that,” You say, and she agreed with you.

Maria came back in the room letting you know that Monica sends kisses back out for you two. Carol smirks at you again, a hint of her salty self making an appearance once more. The three of you talked for a little while longer about when you’d be taking off, and then you cleaned up the kitchen before heading off to bed.

You and Carol shared the spare room when you were here at Maria’s, and it was never an issue. On Hala you spent many nights with each other, sleepover’s in each others rooms and getting comfy on a spaceship when there wasn’t enough places for everyone to sleep. Once you were in the room with her you felt that nervousness come back. You both changed your clothes while talking about Monica’s jokes, and got into the king bed after turning off the light. You’d usually talk for longer, not going to sleep until the early hours of dawn, but this night was different. Both of you were quiet, unsure of what to say, but by morning everything seemed to turn back to normal.

Looking in the mirror now you couldn’t help but feel lost. A certain sadness that couldn’t be cured until you had her. A longing to hold her as more than her friend, regretting not reaching out a hand to grab hers that Friday night in that quiet bedroom.

This feeling was swallowing you, and it had been since you’d gotten on the ship after it’d been ignited. You figured that mission would be the one to break that wall between you, but it hadn’t.

Clearing your throat you rubbed your eyes for the last time and took a long deep breath. You stood up straight, mustered up some confidence and opened the bathroom door to find Carol walking into the bedroom. Her blonde hair was pulled into a low messy bun and she wore a white t-shirt she’d changed into after she showered. Noticing you, she shut the door and smiled.

“Carol?” You spoke fast before she had the chance to take the floor from you.

“Yeah?” She asked, her face worried as she watched you hurry over to her.

You didn’t even answer her. Instead you gently placed your hands on either side of her face, rubbing a thumb against her cheek. Your eyes looked just like hers, wide and full of doubt. Her lips were parted as she waited for you to say something, the two of you frozen in this moment together. She lifted a single hand to place to your cheek and took in a shaky breath before leaning toward you, placing her lips on yours. Letting your hands fall, you slipped your arms around her shoulders to pull her in closer. Her hands held you carefully, and she smiled between shared air as if she couldn’t believe what was happening.

You paused together, but she kissed your lips one more time before you looked at one another. You placed a hand over hers to hold it, and you smiled.

“How long?” She whispered. Your rested your forehead on hers, your noses brushing against each other.

“Since you wore that black t-shirt,” You admitted, “But thinking about it now I’d say there’s always been something here.” Carol smirked, the same look she wore that night at the dinner table.

“I was going to say something then,” She said, “I didn’t want to scare you.” Furrowing your brows you squeezed her hand.

“Nothing you do could scare me,” You whispered. Carol smiled a real smile this time and took her thumb to your lips, drawing it back forth before she kissed you slowly.

“You like that shirt, huh?” She teased.

“I really do,” You said, not even trying to be modest. Carol laughed and fell back onto the bed pulling you with her. Reaching over to the lamp on the nightstand beside you. You switched it off as Carol tugged the covers over you, both of you laying close together as you fell into a much needed after mission nights sleep.

#barely edited #I don't know how this came into my brain #carol danvers #carol danvers fanfic #carol danvers fanfiction #captain marvel #captain marvel fanfic #captain marvel fanfiction #the avengers fanfic #the avengers fanfiction #marvel fanfic #marvel fanfiction #ENOUGH TAGS #DAIS STOP #avengers

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brianc521 · 4 years

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Late

- Better Late Than Never - {Part 1} A/n: This is my first time posting only OG characters. I’d love some feedback, and truly appreciate the support. Meet, Jacob, Jason, Ellie, and Hadley! Thanks so much!

“Okay,” Jacob claps his hands together, “So her favorite movie is already in my Xbox.” He points to the gaming system in the storage compartment under the TV in the living room. “It just needs to be turned on after her play time. If you’re lucky she’ll fall asleep to the movie, might make bedtime easier, so I would suggest turning it on like a half hour before bedtime. Chicken nuggets for dinner, they’re already in the oven. They still have like 15 minutes or so, just give her a warning at 5 minutes so she can clean up her toys and wash her hands.” He nods, looking around to make sure he didn’t miss anything. “Oh!” He points to the green beans on the stove. “She needs to eat all of her green beans and cornbread to get a snack okay? I mean it, all of it.”

“Dude, you literally do this every night. I know how to take care of my niece.” Jason rolls his eyes.

“I just, it’s the Dad in me okay? I just have to go through the list to make sure her routine isn’t that much off with me gone for the night.”

“I understand that. But we’ve done this long enough now that we have our routine. She’s playing with her Barbies right now, at 5 minutes before dinners ready we’ll both clean up her toys and wash up for dinner. We’ll use her Frozen plate that has the sauce spots so she can have ranch and barbecue without them touching. Then we’ll both do the dishes and clean up the kitchen so that way we can play fairy princess together before jammies and Monsters Inc. Ice cream when the movie starts, brush teeth and hair after ice cream and then we finish the movie after that. Bam she’s asleep by bedtime.” Jason ticks off his nightly routine with his niece by memory.

“Okay.” Jacob breathes a sigh of relief. “Okay, you’ve got it.”

“Go, you’ll be late. The new girl starts tonight, so you know it’s gonna be crazy. Teri’s gonna have your ass if you aren’t there on time.”

“I know.” Jacob nervously runs his fingers through his dirty blonde locks. He’s styled his hair up in a cute but messy manner. He’s just recently gotten it cut, way short on the sides but long on the top. It’s become really popular with his patrons at the bar. “Ellie! Come give Daddy a hug and kiss goodnight! I’ve gotta go to work now Baby.” He calls out.

His four year old bundle of energy comes racing down the hall. The plastic tiara adorning her messy golden hair is falling halfway off her head. Her blue princess dress hangs off her right shoulder since the velcro has come undone on the back of the dress. Her white shirt underneath reads ‘To Cool for School’ with a cartoon monkey hanging off the O’s in ‘Cool’.

“There’s my Gorgeous Girl.” He smiles, couching down to catch his daughter. He chuckles when she collides with his chest, her giggles spewing from her bright pink lips. He takes the opportunity to re velcro the back of her dress. “There, a Princess must always wear the best dress.” He pulls back, placing a kiss to her forehead.

“No!” She huffs, flexing her shoulders and bringing her elbows together to pop the velcro back open again. “Dad, I can’t play with it velcroed, it’s too tight. I can’t move.” She explains, brows furrowed.

“Time for a new dress already?” He sighs, tilting his head at his adorable girl. She looks at him with her bright blue eyes, dark lashes framing the doe eyed look.

“No.” She shakes her head, nose scrunched. “This one fits just fine if I don’t velcro it.” She shrugs, as if that solution is the most obvious thing in the world.

“Well can I at least fix your tiara?” He asks with a small smile, trying not to show how his heart is breaking at her words.

She nods her head, making it droop that much further off the side of her head. He laughs softly, quickly catching the bejeweled plastic and righting it. He makes sure the small little comb like features on the ends brush into her hair. He’s learned that those are there to help hold it in place.

“You’ll be here for breakfast? She asks softly, sparing a glance up at her Uncle Jason who’s burnt pancakes more times than not.

“I always am.” He grins, leaning forward to kiss her nose. “Be good for Uncle Jason okay?”

“Okay.” He nods, jumping, making her dress poof around her legs. “Have a good night at work Daddy!”

“I’ll try just for you.” He smiles, caressing her cheek.

Jason stands behind them in the kitchen, arms crossed while he leans against the doorframe. He watches the interaction between the father daughter duo, like he does every night, and can’t help but be in awe. He’s never seen his twin brother so in love with something before. Watching Jacob’s infatuation with his daughter brought a whole new perspective of life over Jason. It truly was watching someone mature overnight. Something everyone thought would never happen to Jacob.

“I love you.” Jacob whispers to Ellie, a soft smile on his face.

“I love you too Daddy.” She whispers back, mirroring his smile.

“Okay, I really have to go.” He stands, looking back to Jason. “I mean it with the green beans and cornbread.”

“Yeah yeah, I got it.” Jason waves Jacob off.

“No more ‘Cool Uncle Jason’ who lets her have anything she wants. I’ll be checking the garbage in here, in the bathroom, outside, and the clever little spot you have on the side of the house.” Jacob raises an eyebrow at his brother.

Jason’s eyes go wide, face blank now that he’s been caught dumping her uneaten food.

“Okay, I got it. Go!” He pushes his brother into the garage.

Jason and Ellie stand in the driveway waving at Jacob as he gets in his green 1995 Toyota Camry. How does the poor car still run? No one knows, but it was all Jacob could get when he traded his bike in.

Teri is standing in the doorway that leads to the back break area when Jacob rushes in. If looks could kill, he’d be dead 80 times over by the look Teri is giving him. He’s 5 minutes late. He thought he’d have enough time to rush into the local Walmart before his shift, and he would’ve been on time if some group of 15 year old boys hadn’t been fucking around in the self checkout and slowed him up.

“I know, I know, I’m sorry.” He acknowledges, putting his hands up in surrender as he rushes past his supervisor.

“It’s 6:07.” She says, eyebrow raised, hands on her hips.

“It’s 7 minutes.” He sighs, stuffing his sweatshirt into his locker, leaving him in his black work shirt. It’s a tight cotton shirt that stretches nicely over his biceps. It makes it easy to extra tips with a simple flex to the right customer. Who says girls are the only ones wearing tight shirts to get tips?

“You’re training the newbie tonight Palmer, I needed you on time.” She says, with a harsh voice. He wishes that she’d stop calling him by his last name. The last person who did that was his football coach, and that just brings up a slew of bad memories.

“I’m here Teri, I’m sorry I’m late.”

“What was the hold up this time?” She asks, tilting her head as she waits for his next excuse. A man’s late a few times and now he’s got a reputation. He rolls his eyes before he turns to look at her.

“Stopped by Walmart.” He answers lamely.

“Palmer!” She hisses. “I can’t accept that answer!” She looks over her shoulder watching out for Fletcher, the owner, who’s still in his office with the door open.

“I needed to get Ellie a new Princess dress okay?” He hisses back, watching her face soften. “The one I got her a few months ago is too tight and falling apart from how often she wears the damn thing. Before I left she was reassuring me that the one she has is fine as long as she doesn’t velcro it. Teri, that’s my baby girl, you know that. I can’t give her much right now, but the least I can do is take last nights tips and get her a new fucking dress.”

Teri’s eyes go wide when he spits the information out. She narrows her eyes, pointing at him as her hip juts out. “You were gonna put last night's tips towards an oil change on that piece of shit you drive that precious girl around in! We had a deal Jacob! You told me you’d get the oil change.”

“Tonight's tips will go towards that.” He lies through his teeth, rushing to dump his phone and keys into his locker as well so he can get out of this conversation.

Teri sighs, knowing that’s not the truth. “Let me talk to my brother in law. He’s got a little shop a few miles out of town. He might be willing to do some work off the clock for a case of beer or some of your family moonshine.”

“No, Teri no.” He shakes his head. “I’m not using your family like that. I promise, tips from tonight go to the oil change.” He says as he clocks in.

“Yeah?” Teri challenges. “Then what money are you going to use on Monday to get groceries?”

He sighs, looking down at his holey shoes. “I just wanted to get her a new dress Ter.” He shuts his eyes before looking up at her with a sad face. “She’s four and she already understands what living without means.”

“Then let me talk to my brother in law. I want Ellie to have everything she wants. I want her to live the most amazing life, and to have the prettiest of Princess dresses. Just make sure you have a batch of moonshine handy and I’ll make the call. You then can hug me and thank me for it. But most importantly that car is getting a fucking oil change or I won’t schedule you until it does.” She threatens.

It’s an empty threat, they both know it. Teri would never not schedule him, this is the most secure job he could ever have.

“Thanks Ter.” He sighs, nodding at her. It can be so defeating for him to be living this way. He wishes he could give his Gorgeous Girl everything she wants, without having to break bank to do so.

“It’s now 6:12 and we’re still not on the floor. Get your shit together Palmer, it’s gonna be a long night.”

With that Teri walks away from Jacob, head held high, heels ever higher. Jacob follows, looking like a kicked puppy on his way to more punishment. He stops by the sink to wash his hands before joining Teri and the new girl standing next to her.

Looking at them is almost comical. Teri is very Joan Jett. She’s got dark jett black hair, teased and messed up. She’s never been caught dead in the bar in anything other than her lucky black leather pants. She usually pairs them with a dark blood red tank top, that shows off her very big and very fake boobs. She’s got a full sleeve of tattoos on her right arm. Her eyes are always lined thickly with her famous black liner, shadowed with a silver shimmer, and the look is finalized with the longest lashes known to man.

The new girl? Polar opposite.

She stands out with her auburn hair. The neon in the lights makes it change color from how it reflects off. In one angle it’s gold, in another it’s bright red. Her hair is pulled back into a tight, professional ponytail on top of her head. Her bangs are clipped back in the middle of her head, she’s given them a little poof to add some height to her hair. She’s also in a tight black shirt like Jacob, but she’s modified hers. She’s cut the bottom, making it a crop top. Accompanied by blue jeans. They’re decorated with rhinestones on the back pockets, and they’re distressed looking.

Either way Jacob can’t help the way he appreciates the look. They cup her ass quite nicely, and it takes him a minute to remember what being a gentleman means. He snaps back to reality when Teri calls his name. He looks up with pink, embarrassed cheeks. It was suddenly like he was back in high school again.

“Palmer, this is Stevens.” Teri says, pointing to the new girl, whose back is still to him.

“Ter, I think it might be easier is you said our first names?” He jokes, shaking his head at the fact that she’s so determined to call everyone by their last names.

“Okay,” She rolls her eyes. “Jacob meet Hadley.”

Hadley? He thinks to himself. Unique name, something he’s only heard once in his life. There was a girl he went to highschool with. One he had a major crush on. She was cute, very small compared to him. She always wore her hair down, as if she was hiding behind it. His favorite part about her was how she always had a book in her hands. He never saw her without one. She was quiet, smart, a little nerdy. He never really spoke to her, mainly because their circles never mixed. She never spared him a second glance, and he didn’t blame her. He knows now, and knew then that he was a douchebag in highschool.

He walked around like he ruled the school, because, well he kind of did when it came to social status. He was all the cliches rolled into one. The quarterback, the bad boy, the cute blonde hair blue eyed boy, and a twin. Him and Jason were the kings of campus. Jason dated the head cheerleader, he dated all the others, at the same time.

So he never ever blamed Hadley for not looking his way. She deserved so much better than him.

“Jacob Palmer?” Hadley speaks up, snapping Jacob from his flashback. “That’s funny I went to high school with a kid named-” All words halt on her tongue when she finally turns to greet him. Her eyes go wide and her jaw drops a bite.

Jacob just about passes out. There standing in front of him, looking better than he remembered is the girl of his dreams.

“Hadley Stevens.” He breathes out.

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pagesoflauren · 4 years

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Love & Brotherhood Epilogue (Steve Rogers x reader; cowboy!AU, mob!AU)

Summary: Sequel to Ride & Prejudice. Now that you’re married to Steve, ghosts from both your pasts are coming to haunt you. A power move by your brother-in-law sets off a chain reaction: many truths are uncovered and your beloved cowboy’s righteous nature may lead him to getting his hands dirty.

Warnings: kidnapping, non-con, gang/mob violence, gun violence, death, physical altercations, sibling abuse (mental/physical), trauma, swearing, major angst, smut. This will be darker compared to Ride & Prejudice.

A/N: And suddenly...this story has come to an end. maybe.

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The rest of September paints the leaves bright, warm colors. Sam delivers beautiful pumpkins for you and Nat to turn into various desserts. At night, when Steve breathes in your hair, he comments that you smell of cinnamon and clove.

October brought plans to build an extension for your home, one that will allow Peter to have a more private space. Though, after some convincing, there’s a need to expand more.

Steve, ever stubborn, refuses to leave your side unless it’s absolutely necessary. With Bucky and Nat taking turns going out with the cows to pasture with Thor and Peter, sometimes three isn’t enough to handle twenty cows. Above that, Thor still has the hardware store to run, despite his younger brother taking up some management roles in his absence.

It’s then that Steve decides (after much persuasion from you) to post a job listing for a new cattle hand, bringing in one Carol Danvers into the picture.

Tall, thin and blonde, the woman was truly a formidable goddess. She moved with an air that said “Don’t mess with me” and clearly possessed a domineering aura that competed with Steve’s. Completely adept, she’s the perfect addition, easily adjusting to life on the ranch.

November brings many tasks. After plans for expanding the house were approved, Steve, Bucky, Peter, Carol and occasionally Thor got to working straight away. Setting foundations in what was formerly your backyard, they built a deck and started construction on a two bedroom casita. At the end of the days, you would patch up not only Steve, but Peter and Thor as well. Their construction was set to be finished by the end of your pregnancy if all went well.

Just before Thanksgiving, Steve brings you to the hospital for an ultrasound.

You change into a hospital gown, laying back and trying to get comfortable despite your nerves.

“Hey,” Steve says, taking one of your hands in his, “Everything’s gonna be fine. Doctor said there’s no need to be worried.”

Exhaling slowly, you nod. Pulling your hand out of his grasp, you tuck a loose strand of hair behind his ear. Back to its normal length, you smile as you continue running your fingers through the locks. The hand that once held yours gravitates to rest on your belly.

There’s a knock at the door and you both look, seeing your OB/GYN come in.

Handshakes and pats on the shoulders are exchanged before she starts giving a quick rundown of items this scan will cover. Once everything’s been discussed, she puts on a pair of gloves and grabs a bottle of the infamous gel that is used during ultrasounds (infamous because you’ve seen it on TV and heard it from your friends back home...it’s cold). You do indeed flinch at the temperature, causing Steve to jump.

“You okay?”

“Yeah,” you answer, putting your hand up, “It’s just cold.”

He relaxes and chuckles, taking your hand again.

The doctor smoothes the gel over your entire belly, a little swollen, and turns on the machine before retrieving the transducer to press on your belly.

“I’m just going to push down slightly…”

Once she gets a good placement of the device on your stomach, she turns her attention to the monitor.

The black screen shows fuzzy splashes of gray and the picture changes as you feel the transducer move lower. You take a few deep breaths--it tickles a little.

Suddenly, all the thoughts in your mind give way to dread when you hear something that sounds like an alarmingly fast heart rate. Concern curtains your face and your doctor furrows her brows. Fuzzy gray spots splash across the screen before you see it: a singular...wait...

“I think…! Hold on,” your doctor says excitedly, moving the transducer again, trying to catch the image from another angle. “Oh, look at that!”

“What?” Steve asks, completely in the dark, “What is it?”

He frantically looks at the screen before looking at you, then the doctor.

“You’re having twins!” she answers, absolutely tickled pink.

You remember what your husband had said to you months ago, when you decided to start trying for a baby.

“Well, I’m just thinkin’ if I’m a twin, we should probably be prepared for that. Genetics and all.”

He sputters for a moment, choppy “t” and “tw” sounds escaping his mouth before he gets up and leans in very close to the screen. A finger points to one gray blob and then moves to the other.

“Twins?” he asks, “Two?”

“Yes,” the doctor smiles.

“Two!!!”

When he looks at you, you can see the exhilaration in his face. His whole body shakes with it and he almost looks like he’s going to explode.

“Steve,” you laugh, “Calm down, I don’t want you to combust.”

“Oh but I could!” he nearly shouts, causing some chuckles to bubble from the doctor. When he sits down next to you, his momentum causes the chair to roll a little too far and you laugh. You’ve never seen him so spastic since your wedding day.

The doctor timidly tells you she does still need to take some measurements and do a checkup, so Steve reins in his emotions to sit through the rest of the appointment. After ballparking your pregnancy at three months, she sends you home with more information packets and a list of recommended maternity books to pick up.

After coming home, you share the news at dinner, drawing excitement from everyone around the table. Bucky grabs Steve by the shoulders and gives him a good shake to express his congratulations. Nat’s elation mimics what you saw when you first discovered your pregnancy and Carol gives you a light punch on the arm before completely socking Steve in the arm. He doesn’t expect it, flinching back and throwing her a glare while holding his hand over the now tender spot on his bicep. She just shrugged and returned to eating her pasta. Peter, who’s holding Winnie in his lap, makes her clap her hands as she giggles.

From dinner to tucking Winnie in with Nat, she gushes about all the baby prep that she can’t wait to help you with. Steve holds your hand while you walk home with Peter and Carol, and you bid them goodnight before retreating to your respective bedrooms.

You and Steve go through your bedtime routine, brushing your teeth and flossing and changing into pajamas because you ask him to braid your hair. Sat between his legs, you feel so relaxed as he weaves pieces of your hair into a neat plait and fastens the ends with a hair tie. He doesn’t give you a chance to move, wrapping his arms around your middle to rest his palms over your belly. You feel the prickle of his beard on the crook of your neck when he rests his chin there.

“They’re in there,” he whispers. You can hear the smile in his voice. Resting your hands over his, you weave your fingers in with his as best you can.

“Yeah,” you smile, “They are.”

“My babies,” he mutters, sounding a little watery.

You giggle and pinch the back of his hand, “Our babies, you doofus.”

He hums in agreement. “Of course,” he chuckles, pressing bristly kisses up your neck and into your cheek. More giggles bubble from you and you lean back to give him access to your mouth. His kiss is firm and says so many things without him needing to use words.

You settle into bed, warm and safe in the corner, cuddled next to Steve. Looking into his eyes, you have no doubts that you will be able to weather anything the future holds for you as long as he’s next to you. One more kiss is placed on your forehead.

“Goodnight, sugar cube.”

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The Angel Among Us (Cordelia X reader) Part 2

(This chapter has been rewritten/ edited since original post)

General Notice: I’m trying to get more works out during this time that is rough for all of us. That being said I am trying to keep it’s quality up.

This is technically a prequel to Fallen Angel (Work in progress), however it can be read as a stand alone series.

Summary:

If your reading as a stand alone: A witch heads back to Miss Robichaux's 20 years after she left in hopes of being a teacher there. The only problem is she hasn’t aged a day.

If your from Fallen Angel: The event’s leading up to Y/N joining Michael and the Cooperative.

I’m trying something with this and I’m not sure how it’s going to work so any feedback will be appreciated whether through comments, or anon asks. I did something similar in my Gone and left your world series were it had ~~~ in it and it either jumped, went to a flashback or dream. I did that here and it’s for the past/dream.

This was originally going to be three different small chapters but wanted to reduce the number of chapters and decided to explain stuff I couldn’t through the ‘present’ basically context and junk.

as these parts are split up I can make a post where there all together and link it here if anyone wants.

Also they are so many parallels from my other series and some weren’t intentional.

Warnings: Slight smut, nightmare, murder and all that good stuff. (Everything is tame)

Parts: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 , Part 4(will be added when done)

She gave you the job without a second thought, thrilled to have her friend back in her life. This time around, it was different. The way she interacted with you, there was more behind every touch, every word she said. You had danced around your feelings for her from the second you fell for her. You didn't know you were gay; you had never liked anyone before and haven't since. Maybe you weren't. Maybe it was just her. She was the only thing your heart desired. No one else seemed appealing. She was straight, she got married to a man and a vile man at that. No one liked him in Cordelia's close circle, but you were all nice for her sake. However, her mother was always vocal about how he detested the man. She wasn't the hugest fan of you either, but you had something worth wide in her eyes, power.

You weren't one to force your feelings upon people, you didn't want to burden her with the knowledge that her long-time best friend was in love with her. Knowing how she was back then; she would blame herself for you falling for her. You didn't want that. Keeping it a secret was better.

She asked you about your time away, but you were reluctant to tell. It was a blur, nothing notable ever happened or at least that's what you told her. "I spent most of your time at your flat." And some ramblings on about jobs so she didn't grow concerned.

You were offered a job here a few years back by her mother about the time Cordelia was blinded. You jumped at the opportunity but as you went to take the job, the balance of the world shifted. Something dark was living on our earth and growing with power. You tasked yourself with discovering it before it discovered your fellow witches or any other good on the planet.

Something told you that the answer to some of your woes would be found with the source of power. The self-appointment job was a failure and you found yourself at the place you ditched it for.

It had been a couple of weeks since you got hired. You sat cross-legged in Cordelia's room on the love seat marking some of the girls' work. Papers scattered on the ground and the couch you had been sleeping on. Cordelia had yet to give you a bedroom.

"Are you sure you're comfortable on the love seat? Wouldn't you prefer sleeping on the bed?" She would say. Her desire for you to join her on the bed masked in such a way that your tired brain couldn't register as her quietly begging for you to join her. In your head, she was still married. She had mentioned multiple times that her and her ex broke up but a month or two doesn't rewrite years in your mind.

You had finished your marking an hour ago and had moved onto Zoe's to ease her workload. She managed to get behind, having double the classes you had that day as well as having to plan her work next week. You thought it was a nice thing to do. While, you were trying to distract your brain. Stopping working forced you to think and that hadn't gone well for you in the past. Countless nights spent in denial, regretting what could have been if only you had spoken up. Stayed away from the school. Ignored your mother's letter. Those thoughts were less common now. Instead, your mind flooded with thoughts of what was wrong with your body. Why your growth had remained preserved at the ripe age of 18- if that.

You threw another log on the fire before heading back to the marking. You focused on the flames using your pyrokinesis to refuel the fire. You smiled at a successful job done. Another hour passed and you were struggling to keep your eyes open. Strong hands gripped your shoulders.

"You're still up Y/N/N?" You looked over your shoulder to face Cordelia. "It's nearly 3."

You checked your watch. She was right, you didn't notice the time pass.

"I'm marking-"

"Zoe's work. I know, she informed me." Cordelia gathered some of the work on the seat moving it to the floor.

"Don't put them near the unmarked ones," you call out as she does so. She moved them instantly away from the unmarked ones. Taking the seat next to you, she removed the paper and pen from your hands and set it with the other papers. "Delia?"

She shushed you, pulling you closer to her. The two of you stared at the fireplace, the crackling of fire was the only sound in the room. The students were long asleep as the two of you should have been. She shuffled even closer to you. She eased your head into her shoulder, her hand finding it's place in on your head, playing with your locks.

"I appreciate that you offered to help Zoe with her work, but you do need a break too-"

"I get breaks-"

"That don't involve studying magic?" Okay maybe not. She knew you too well. Magic was your life, what else do you need? "You barely get any proper sleep. You sleep on this uncomfortable chair which is too small for you to sleep on."

"It's fine-"

"No, it's not. You're sleeping on my bed tonight. No question."

"Where will you sleep?"

"On my bed."

"But-"

"It's big enough for the two of us and it's not the first time we've shared a bed." You blushed thinking back on the few times you've shared a bed with her. Cordelia chuckled at your reaction. "You're too cute." You got redder. You begged her to stop but she kept going. She eventually ended it when you got too loud but not before she attacked you with tickles. You both were dying of laughter, you were surprised no one came to see what was going on. "Okay, bedtime." She patted your leg before rising from her spot. She laid a handout for you to take it. You yawned. "Come on captain sleepy."

"That was stupid."

"Shut up."

You yawned again, "A goodnight's sleep does sound nice and your bed is really soft."

Cordelia led you into her wardrobe, forcing you to rest on an ottoman while she retrieved pyjamas for you. She came back to you half asleep propped up against the wall. She chuckled not wanting to wake you up. She ended up shaking you awake lightly, handing you the a long sleeve shirt and pants. Without complaint, you changed into the clothes as she got herself ready for bed.

Once tucked comfortably into her bed, you wiggled about to get comfortable. She hopped in beside you, pulling you closer to her before she covered herself in her sheets. You stilled and cleared your mind for a peaceful slumber. As the night progressed you found yourself growing closer to the warm body beside you.

~~~

"Catch her! Stop Y/N!" People shouted as you ran through people's heaven's gate crashing and accidentally destroying them in the process. You jumped from room to room, hiding amongst people's belongings to lose the guards chasing you.

The group zoomed past. You sighed before stepping out of your hideaway. The air was musky, you got the sense you weren't home anymore. Your powers were unhinged, unable to control them was becoming more dangerous than ever. Accidentally transmuting into an unknown location was never good.

You've stepped into the devil's den.

You wandered, getting your bearings. It was all too new to you, how where you expected to follow along?

You stumbled into him, the man you were designed after.

~~~

You screamed, bolting upright in the bed. Your legs bend and move closer to your chest. The think sheets flopped off the top part of your body, pooling at your lap. Your upper torso and head drenched in a layer of sweat. Your hands flew to her head, covering your eyes from the monstrosity you saw in your dream.

The light on the bedside table closest to Cordelia switched on.

It wasn't the first time Cordelia had woken from someone having night terrors. In a school with a wide range of ages, it was more common than you'd think. The younger girls had them the most, as you would expect. Their minds were more active but even the older ones had them from time to time. Some of the girls were unfortunately exposed to trauma while growing up, being unaccepted for who they were as a witch. What she didn't expect was for the reaction to be so jarring. The sudden snap from unconsciousness to conscious was difficult for her body to handle. She needed a second to wrap her brain around the situation which was something she didn't want to do.

"Y/N, look at me."

You shook your head, beginning to rock back and forth. You mumbled out incoherently, describing the beast you saw. It was horrifying.

She asked if she could touch you when you didn't respond she slowly reached out until she made contact. You didn't flinch away (which she took as a good sign) nor did you move towards her touch. Ever so gently, she eased your hands away from your face, revealing your blotchy face and irritated eyes.

Your eyes flickered open, taking in the room around you. The face was gone. Feeling the weight of a hand on your shoulder, you turned Cordelia.

The door opened revealing three girls checking in on their headmistress and her roommate. They heard screams and wanted to make sure nothing bad happened.

"What happened?", "Is everything alright?" the girls asked.

"Nightmare. Can one of you head to the bathroom and run a hot bath?" Mallory sneaked past to fulfil the request. Delicately, Cordelia moved you closer to her. If there was any sign of apprehension, she would stop and resume once you were comfortable. "Shh, everything's okay. You are safe. Nothing's going to hurt you."

You sobbed, occasionally choking while trying to get a breath in.

"I-I s-saw evil," you stuttered out. "H-he greet-ed 'e w-ith o-open-"

What scared you the most was how you felt when gazing at evil itself. There was a void in your soul and bearing witness to the being began the healing process. The wound like while was tender but the pain that came along with it was gone.

"Shh. Take a moment to catch your breath."

"I-I was in hell-"

"It must have been terrifying but your back now, with us," Cordelia said. You knew wasn't trying to be condescending but you felt like she was.

Mallory notified Cordelia when the bath was finished. The supreme thanked the girl. You had calmed down significantly since then. Zoe and the other girl, information anyone who was awoken by your screams that you were okay, and it was safe to go back to bed.

The bathwater was warm against your skin, relieving you of the dirty feeling you can only get from being drenched in sweat. Cordelia remained by your side as you begged her to be though she was reluctant to leave herself.

The times were few and far between when you would freak out as you did tonight. At least in Cordelia's eyes, she rarely had you complain about any major problems or come to her for some level of consolement.

"It felt so... real."

"Dreams usually do."

"I guess I can't get a good sleep even on a good bed."

"So, you liked the bed?"

"I said I liked it before."

"Yeah, you did, didn't you? Would you consider moving to it permanently?"

"You want me to share a bed with you?" Cordelia nodded. You chuckled. "I don't know how you expect me to keep my hands off you- I mean-" Cordelia looked up at you grinning. "Wait, have you purposely not given me a room?"

"You know as well as I do, there are beds to spare."

"You're evil. You forced me to sleep on that couch."

"You chose to sleep there, darling."

"'Darling', what are an old married couple now?"

"Weren't we always?"

"What the fuck Cordelia?"

~~~

You, the 2.0, crafted in his likeness with the removal of his ill-intent. You knew what you were, they didn't bother hiding that. You knew him to be pure evil, corrupter of God's plan.

Free will, something you weren't allowed to have. We were all meant to be subservient to the Lord. He, the morning star, was the first to be cast out of heaven. He was defiant, not agreeing with god. All he would've had to do was simply said "I sinned, I submit, please forgive me", and the matter would've been resolved. But he was too arrogant, feeling too proud to bow down. He used his own logic and blamed God for misguiding him. Why would God give them knowledge if they weren't meant to use it?

~~~

Cordelia had been going on a lot of emergency meetings through your time at the school. Some appeared to be beneficial, like the time she first went and returned with two girls (Queenie and Madison) whom you were informed later on had died under her care. Unbeknown to you, you were replacing one of their jobs.

You heard about the boy's school from the woman who attended but remained in the dark about the specifics, being told it was council business and to "not worry you pretty little head," by Cordelia. You reckoned you had a right to know if it concerned the students or Cordelia's (as your unofficial girlfriend) wellbeing in any way but she denied that it did. You stupidly accepted her answer convinced that she would tell you when something goes awry.

You got on incredibly well with Queenie. You had some of the same favourite tv shows and she had many interesting stories to tell about her time trapped as a ghost in the Hotel Cortez. You happened to be a supernatural nut which explained your love for everything magical. You may have bombarded her with way too many questions about what it was like to be a ghost, people had to pull you away in order for you to leave her alone. She filled you in on her side of attending the school, adding in all the juicy gossip that Zoe and Cordelia left out.

Madison was hesitant to interact with you. You were the young hip teacher that happened to join after she died. You mean she didn't have to be stuck with Cordelia holding them back the whole time? You hadn't interacted with her until the fifth night after your initial introduction. She was in the kitchen raiding the liquor cabinet.

"I wouldn't drink that one if I were you. Cordelia will have your head if you open that one."

"Like I care," she said breaking open the bottle of expensive white wine.

"At least pour me a glass if you aren't going to listen to my warning."

She groaned, pulling out two wine glasses and pouring you both a lot. The two of you talked about everything and nothing. You'd finished the bottle by the time you'd retire for the night. You made sure she made it to bed safely before retiring for the night. You were all giddy by the time you stumbled into Cordelia's room. The woman was bundled up under the blankets with a book in her hand. She took one look at you and shook her head, "Madison?"

"Madison," you confirmed, flopping onto the bed giving Cordelia little time for her to move her legs out of the way. "She drank your wine."

"All of it?"

"I had some too."

"I noticed."

"Told her I'd pay you back for it." You scrambled up, crawling on top of her. "I never told her how," you purred, leaning down and taking Cordelia's lips for yourself. Your tongue tasted of the wine. You took no time building into the passion of the kiss. She moaned, re-adjusting how she rested beneath you. You pulled away, murmuring "Would you like that?"

"Yes," she moaned.

You made your way down her body, removing any fabric that got in your path. You paused, seeing the wound on her abdomen. The skin surrounding it was irritated and bruised. What you assumed was a scab concaved into her. Cordelia whined asking why you had stopped. In need for more she forgot about the mark of her fading on her body. She'd hidden it well from you this far, always having that area dressed.

You shook off all the questions you wanted to ask her, instead giving her what she is owed. No reason to ruin the night for the sake of feeding your curiosity. You took your time liking and sucking the right places to turn her into a bumbling mess beneath you. She cried out for more attention. She recalled hearing the click of the door locking but knowing it wasn't her to do it. She wondered if you were going to soundproof the room too.

"Scream for me baby. Scream so the whole coven can hear."

In the little time the two of you had been a thing, you'd kept any PDA behind the close door of your shared bedroom. Anything fun you had, the noise was kept to a minimum or the room was soundproofed in advance. All those times, Cordelia had been in charge. She didn't want to ruin her reputation and didn't want any of the girls to know what she does in her spare time. You, in your tipsy state, was overcome with a newfound level of confidence. It was as though you were someone else feeding off your need to please the woman you'd been in love with for years.

The next morning you were down bright and earlier. Your chipper self poured a cup of coffee before making your way to where Zoe, Queenie and Madison were. They all turn their attention to you the moment you walk in. "I paid her back," you said, directed to Madison as you took her seat at the table. Madison looked slightly horrified (and maybe even impressed?) at you.

"How long do you think it will take her to come downstairs?"

"She's already late."

"I wouldn't expect her to be down any time soon, I wore her out last night."

"Too much detail," Zoe said. The other two laughed.

Fifteen minutes before the students were expected to be getting up, Cordelia rushed into the room. She tried to play it off as calm and collective but she was stressing about being behind schedule.

"Sorry about being late, I slept through my alarm."

"Didn't you get much sleep last night?" Queenie asked, her and Madison were trying to suppress their laugh.

Cordelia deadpanned to you, "You told them, didn't you?"

"Didn't have too, we heard it all," Madison said.

"Oh God, the students. Y/N, what were you thinking?"

"Delia, they're all old enough to know about sex."

"It doesn't mean they should be forced to hear that." You got up and headed to the kitchen before she could scold you any further. "Where are you going?"

"To get dressed, students will be up soon."

~~~

You resonated with his actions and logic, maybe because you were him in some way. That's the problem with the likeness, the blurred line between who you are and who you are seen to be. If he betrayed then so would you?

Human's fascinated you, the ability to come back from sin and earn there place in the holy kingdom. It wasn't forced but advised. Sin still existed and you could choose to break the 10 commandments. Choice. You wanted to choose your life not be bound to a memory of someone else and forced through the wrongdoings as if it were prophesied.

He wasn't like you expected, rude or demeaning. He was cunning, motivated by ill-intent, but who's to judge if it's morally good or bad? Those concepts confused you, bad could be good in another's eyes.

The man knew who you were exactly, rumours of your creation spread fast in the spirit world. "Sister. I didn't expect to meet you so soon. I would have prepared for your arrival." He offered his land to you, to help rule his throne. He had bigger plans for the end times than he let on. He fed into your desire, the same confusion he had experienced at the beginning of his rebellion.

He offered you whatever you could have wanted in order to steal you from the grips of your creator. "I want to understand the purpose of all of this. Why are humans so important? Why are expected to follow subserviently?." A life of my own.

"Then go, seek out your own answers and when you get bored or don't like the answers that you find, there's a place for you here."

"How do I get there? I don't have control-" You'd gotten there by mistake, you couldn't your powers yet. The angels expected you to which is how the ruckus in heaven began.

Think of suddenly being were you want to go and step forward. You'll be incognito unless you want to be seen. No angel has had long term exposure to humans, who knows the damages it could cause.

~~~

It was the first time Myrtle Snow had gotten some time alone with Cordelia after their arrival back from their council trip. She wasn't happy about Cordelia's decision to allow a male student at Hawthorne to compete in The Seven Wonders. Cordelia informed her that she'd seen the future and it appeared grim. At some point she knew she would have to identify her successor but she needed to buy herself some time to figure out who.

Myrtle mentioned Mallory, and how she witnessed the girl completely reversed the wounds of a dead doe and brought it back to its youth. They couldn't deny Langdon's power and though she doubted he was the next in line, he could be what brings the end.

Cordelia admitted her powers are growing weaker and feeling herself dying. She told her Aunt that she hadn't told anyone about her dwindling power except her.

"It's sooner or later Y/N is going to figure it out," Cordelia said. She feared telling you, you already noticed the markings her sickness brought along. You knew too much about magic, sooner or later you'd question her and her state. One of the perks of being the supreme was perfect health. Those mysterious marks don't match that. "I've tried to keep her out of all of this- I don't want her to get hurt." She knew you were more than capable of looking after yourself, but she still felt obligated to protect you from the world.

Myrtle brought up how painful it was to watch you swooning over her for years and it was nice to see that you get a break. The underlying threat that it will be cut short hung in the air but remained unsaid. Cordelia never having mentioned you two being together assumed she'd heard from one of the others.

Mallory interrupted them and told Cordelia that her two o'clock is here to see her.

You hadn't seen Cordelia much that day, having back to back classes, a doctor's appointment then marking once you got back. You'd worked through dinner, not realising what time it was until it was eight and your stomachs rumbling snapped you out of your concentrating state. You had one paper left on witch history. As much as you loved the history of Salem witches, you knew none of these girls cared enough to write a paper on it. There all here to improve their magic ability, history isn't going to help with that. You tossed the paper onto the rest deciding dinner was in order. Marking can be left until tomorrow.

You found a tupperware container full of left overs in the fridge. You scooped a helping of the pasta onto a plate before shoving it in the microwave. You felt two hands wrap around your waist. You chuckled and relaxed slightly.

"Missed you today baby," Cordelia said snuggling into your back. You told her you missed her back. You yawned. "Were you asleep?" she said referring to the robe you changed into when you got home from the doctors as well as your yawn.

"Had a doctor's appointment and had to mark after so I decided to get comfortable."

"Doctor's appointment? Are you alright?"

"Yeah, it was a checkup. I needed to see if my medication was working. They're giving me a higher dosage."

"I don't remember you being on medication."

"I've been on them for years. Some problem with my blood. I can't remember the specifics on the top of my head." You changed the topic, the last making you uncomfortable. "You're being more cuddly than you usually are in public. What happened to keep it in the bedroom."

"That went out the window when they heard us having sex."

"You have to admit you enjoyed it."

"I did," Cordelia admitted. "You could say, I owe you."

"Not tonight. I'm worn out. I'm going to go to bed after dinner."

"I might have to finish off my work early so I can have a cuddle session before bed."

"Sounds like a plan."

"I'll see you soon."

"See you soon."

Cordelia ran off to complete any work she had remained so she could spent her night with you.

You finished your meal and headed up your bedroom. You yawned as you entered the room. The ground felt muddy. Your eyes snapped open. You stood frozen in a forest of trees. A lone gas station stood with a mile of road on either side. "What the fuck-" you rubbed your eyes. This couldn't be real. A man stood there pumping gas into his car, nothing out of the ordinary. You reached for your pocket. You had none. You're in a robe. Outside. With nothing underneath. This hasn't happened before and hopefully never again.

You shouldn't be here, how did you get here? No level of teleportation would have gotten you this far without harm, this place wasn't near the school.

You step forwards to make your way towards the gas station. Maybe he could help you, tell you where you were so you could call Cordelia and explain what happened. A glove hand slipped over your mouth, another around your waist. You were tugged towards a body. You thrashed about trying to escape when the person spoke.

"I'm not going to hurt you Y/N." You said something but it was muffled by the hand. "I'll let you go in a second but you need to see something first."

Another car pulled up and a woman stepped out. The two interacted before the woman ended up cutting his Achille's heel. He collapsed onto the ground and she slit his throat as well. To finish him off she poured gasoline on him and set him on fire. The woman pulled away in her own car. You watched as the man's flesh, burnt to dust. You screamed, cried out watching the scene unfold. You were helpless to do anything but watch on in horror.

"That man's name was John Henry Moore. He taught at the Warlock school, you know the one. He was going to rat out his brother warlocks for treason. His key's are unharmed by the fire. You have one of two choices, drive back to the school and tell your precious supreme that a warlock was murdered and have to explain why you were out here in the middle of the night or you could drive away, dump the car and not tell a soul." Both hands let go of you.

"Why did you make me watch that? Who are you?"

You spun around but no one was there. You decided to test what the person said was true. You crouch by the pile of ash. John Henry Moore, you never heard of him. That wasn't surprising, he taught at a warlock school. You weren't familiar with too many, you were always taught you were superior to them so you never bothered to look into them. You hovered your hand above the ashes, concentrating on who they used to belong to. Come on Y/N, you can do it, you repeated in your head. You took a deep breath in and out.

Information filled your mind along with snippets of the man's face. The person was right.

You snatched the keys from the pile of ash and hopped into the car. What were you doing? You can't steal a dead man's car. He isn't going to need it, you reasoned. You start up the car, listening to it rev. The camera's, they would have seen you hop into the car. With a flick of the wrist you erase any record of you being here before speeding away. You didn't know what to do. How were you meant to explain why you were in the middle of nowhere. You didn't even know where you were going.

"Where did you go so late?" Cordelia asked as you stumbled through the front door.

"Grocery store."

"In your robe?"

"Yeah."

"How did you get there? The van's still parked-"

"You ask too many questions," you snapped. She was taken aback. "I've been through hell today. Can we just leave it there?" You didn't give her a second to respond before you headed towards the back of the school. She followed you, stopping when you did. Your back faced her.

You'd changed energies since you entered the academy. You were no longer the sweet and tired woman she was planning on spending her night with. Now you were agitated. You rarely found a reason to snap at her, she worried something happened to you. She let your behaviour slide, not wanting to push you any further and cause a scene at one thirty in the morning.

"We have a new student, Coco St. Pierre Vanderbilt. I put her in your class and organised a one on one with you and her today to get her comfortable being here."

You hummed fiddling with a pack of cigarettes you picked up along the way. You never smoked before in your life but the urge was all too tempting tonight. "Hmm~" you hummed, your mouth around the stick of death that was between your lips. Your hands fumbled about for the lighter you bought. Seemingly misplacing it, you groaned.

"I'm glad you're safe," Cordelia mused. "When you disappeared after you said you were going to bed, I worried." When you wouldn't pay her any attention, more focused on what you were doing she circled you. "What are you- Where did you get those?" She tried to take the cigarettes away from you but you moved away. "You don't smoke- how? Why?"

"I'm sleeping on the couch tonight," you said around your unlit cigarette, stepping outside and shutting the door with your powers.

You sat there until the sun rose. The birds chirping sounded like ringing in your ears. Visions of the man burning was all you could see. The hand around your waist and mouth, holding you in place. The helplessness you felt. What kind of witch were you? You had the chance to tell Cordelia where you were, what you say and you decided against it? Who were you? Not yourself.

Your robe slipped off your shoulders revealing your back to the cold day and showcasing your white ink tattoo of angel wings. You got paid 50 bucks to do it back in the day, now it's just scarring of the tattoo you once got.

You were on your third cigarette. You took another puff, missing the sound of the back door opening under the screams in your mind. A tap on your shoulder sent you zapping elsewhere. Landing on the other side of the garden, you quickly adjusted your robe, covering up your back and naked front. Your robe must have untied itself during the night. You dropped your cigarette butt stumping it out with your bare foot.

"Mal? What are you doing up so late?"

"It's 9 in the morning," she notified you. "Cordelia told me to talk to you after you didn't head up this morning."

"I told her I was going to sleep on the couch," she probably assumed the one in her room. Mallory walked up to you sitting down beside where you teleported to. "We don't need a mediator-"

"Go and talk to her. Assure her that there is nothing to worry about. She spent the couple hours you were missing tearing the place to shreds." You chuckled at the last bit. "She also wanted me to remind you, you had that class with Coco."

"Who?"

"The new student."

"Crap, yeah. When's that start?"

"Three minutes ago."

"Shit- you distract the girl, I'll quickly freshen up."

She nodded. You grabbed your belongings before teleporting upstairs to clean yourself up. You scrambled through your belongings looking for something quick to change into. You opted for a long maxi floral dress with your platform boots. You douse yourself in perfume before sprinting downstairs. You ran past Cordelia on her way to her office, she went to speak when you said, "Meeting late." and continued on your way.

You found Mallory sitting alongside another girl. You apologised for your tardiness, and greeted the girl with a handshake.

"Your hands are cold," she commented.

"I'm well aware. So as you're aware I'm meant to so you the ropes. If you are scared, it's normal."

You dreaded the time your class your one on one would end but when it did, you were happy that the new student was at least a little more comfortable being here. She reminded you of yourself when younger. No you weren't rich, you were scared of being in a place you didn't belong and not wanting to waste the teachers time. Any witch no matter how little their powers are deserved to be here.

Once you were done you were requested to go to your girlfriends office. You didn't bother knocking as she expected you. The door squeaked, "Your door needs some oil," you commented.

"I'll make sure someone does that later-"

"Oh, I can do it. It's no problem. I'll do it now-" You deflected.

"Leave the door. It's not important." Cordelia rose from her desk chair and moved to the set of chairs in front of her desk.She chose to do this to show you were not in trouble and to remove the desk from between the both of you. You'd both use it as a barrier to hide behind. She gestured you to take the other chair. You slowly shuffled to your designated spot, your platforms scraping across the floor. Normally you would have earned a look of disapprove from your girlfriend for ruining the school's flooring. Today was different, her pet peeves were tossed out the window, replaced with an emotion you had yet to determined.

She didn't speak until you were settled in your chair. Your eyes floated everywhere never focusing on one place and definitely not on her. She realised she wasn't going to get your undivided attention, it was for the best, you never made eye contact when you were in a stressful situation. The woman allowed you to get away with pushing her away far too long. She'd let you escape from her for years during her marriage or the nights back in high school were she'd gotten a smidgen to close. She saw why now, it was as clear as day. You'd pushed her away to save yourself heartbreak. It took her until she had the sight to figure out she was being cheated on and still she couldn't figure out how strong your feelings where for her. You were pushing her away again but this time she couldn't understand why, it wasn't like the last time you did so, you haven't left her yet. It was similar to moments in high school were she was getting a little experimental, bi-curious even, but you weren't having it. You didn't want to be second, you wanted the gold. Had you figured out her secret, that her days were numbered. You'd seen the markings. You could be bracing yourself for the pain, cutting off the ties before they were snapped from you. Self induced pain was easier to deal with.

"How did the session with Coco go?" It was best to ease into the conversation, make it seem normal, Cordelia thought. You both knew it was coming so there was no point in delaying the inevitable but scaring you off wasn't the end goal.

"The Vanderbilt girl is super nice. Is Vanderbilt or Pierre a better nickname? Pierre is a masculine name and she isn't very- Vanderbilt it is." You rambled on. "I think I did a pretty good job at convincing her she belongs here."

"I knew you'd be the perfect one for that."

"Yeah~"

"I want to talk about last night-" you went to interrupt but you were silenced. "I know you don't want to talk about it but that's what couples do, they communicate so we can move past it."

You nodded, your focus now stilled on the left leg of Cordelia's chair. There was a paper clip resting next to it, bent slightly out of shape. You wanted to pick it up and put it with the rest or at least fiddle with it to distract your mind from what she was asking you to do. Talking was a chore, why would you need to talk, can't she just read your mind, or the energy you're radiating? Her idea wasn't a good one. Emotions are meant to be expressed outwardly and if not, they should remain to one's self.

"You said you were going to bed. You could have given me a heads up or texted me that you had to go out."

"I did head to bed." Your voice was small. Your hands fiddle with the light fabric of your attire. "I didn't plan on going out... It kind of happened."

"You going somewhere doesn't usually just happen. You have to actively seek out doing it."

"I-I teleported- I think. Whatever happened wasn't intentional."

"You teleported? Where?"

"I don't-" Should you tell the truth? "A park, an hour away. I went to the grocery store on the way back and picked up-"

"The cigarettes. You know what I'm going to ask you to do with them." You shook your head. She laid her hand out. You pulled them out of your clothes pocket and handed them over. "I don't want you to get addicted to these. They ruin lives and I love you too much to watch you waste it away on this." You nodded in recognition. "Did anything happen while you were out?"

You shook your head, "Nothing happened-"

"You transmutated far, are you sure you didn't get hurt?" You nodded. "Can I have a look over?"

"You just want an excuse to see me naked, don't you?"

"Always, but it is strange that you are developing new powers now or at least of that strength."

"Developing them now? Are you calling me old?" you joked.

"You're older than me." Yeah, you were. "What are you, like 905?"

"Hey! I'm not immortal."

"You could have convinced me otherwise."

"We both know that wouldn't be a good thing. We both know the story of Scáthach. "

"Are you talking about My Roanoke Nightmare? I thought you hated that show."

As much as Cordelia hated horror, you were a fanatic- not because you enjoyed the film, you loved critiquing it, ripping their use of the supernatural. You often referenced horror movies and how they were wrong in class or when casually talking to Cordelia. Then the show My Roanoke nightmare was popular, you'd binged watch it and won't shut up about the show for weeks. Cordelia knew everything about the show without seeing it. She eventually did, so she could better understand what was irritating you so much.

"I do, but Audrey Tindall is hot."

"I hope neither of us ever met her." The both of you chuckled.

"No, but seriously. She's real or at least what they say about her is. She gained immortality from ancient gods. We both know you don't make deals with ancient gods, we teach that as part of the curriculum. You don't accept gifts from deities and all that jazz. It's witchcraft 101. All I know is if I had a choice between being normal and being immortal, i'd choose normally any day. Hell I'd probably give it up. Imagine living a life where you couldn't get attached to people because you know that one day they are going to die and you'll be alone. You can met new people but you know that they are going to die too. It's a long circle of death until the world explodes or hell raises over maybe even after that. It would get lonely. Plus, I'd lose you and I couldn't handle that."

"Don't worry, I'm not going anywhere." At least not for now, not today, Cordelia thought.

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beck-a-leck · 4 years

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Oh, this looks so fun! For the winter prompts how about 15. Ringing in the New Year and 17. Waiting Up All Night for Harvest Moon?

Okay, so I said I was gonna write ficlets, and instead it got a little out of control (as like, all my short fics do, so are we even surprised at this point?)

Anywho, I split the prompts, and since the first one got a little long, I’m gonna post it now and the second one will come soon. Fully story beneath the Read More Line, and no, I didn’t beta this at all so there’s probably typos galore.

Leave Me A Winter/Holiday Prompt! Just pick the characters or fandom or it’s gonna be a surprise.

Read the fic on AO3!

First thing’s first: Waiting Up All Night feat. Trio of Towns. I only ust remembered the cute af part of the Starry Night festival in the game where you get to play Santa for the kids around the towns and I couldn’t not write the story after remembering that!

Six kids scheme to finally do it, they’re finally going to catch a glimpse of Santa when he makes his annual visit on the Starry Night Festival. Santa can’t possibly be crafty enough to escape their ingenious plans. Or is he?

“Okay!” Noel said in her most serious tone, “If we all do our best, one of us is bound to catch him this year.”

The other children gathered around her responded with a chorus of affirmations and nods.

“We’re all a whole year older,” Shalk added with confidence. “I know I can stay up so much later that last year. He’s not getting away from us this year!”

“Yeah!” Alma chirped.

“We have a plan to wake us up, even if we do fall asleep,” Tatsumi said with a sly grin. Beside him, Yaichi nodded enthusiastically if silently.

Colin was the only one at the table to look uneasy with the night’s plan, “I don’t know, you guys… isn’t staying up past our bedtimes and setting up traps the kind of thing that would put us on the naughty list?”

Colin’s worries gave them pause, until Noel continued briskly, “Not at all. He can’t take us off the Nice List for something we haven’t done yet, and by the time we do it tomorrow it will be too late for him to swap out our presents for coal.”

Her sound logic eased Colin’s worry. “You sure?”

“Absolutely.” She turned to Tatsumi and Yaichi, “Tell us about your plan.”

The children bent their heads close while the brothers from Tsuyukusa laid out their plan for an alarm system in low voices. They didn’t want to be overheard by their parents or the other adults around any more than the adults did. Each group had their different conspiracies to keep close to the vest while the Starry Night Festival was fast approaching.

Tomorrow was the festival. And tomorrow night was the night of consensual breaking-and-entering, while the young adults of the three towns delivered specially selected presents to the children. As usual, Santa got all the credit, but the adults didn’t mind. They loved keeping the magic alive in the younger kids a little longer. Already Tigre and Sumomo had aged out of believing in Santa, but they had been roped into the other side of the conspiracy now and happily acted as double agents when the adults needed to know what the younger children were planning.

Each household of children had a plan.

Tatsumi and Yaichi had been surreptitiously putting together an elaborate alarm system; creating a precarious stack of books and toys in an innocuous corner of their room. All that was left to do was set up the carefully laid trip wire before bed. They had, of course, warned their parents about it, because once the alarm was tripped it couldn’t be set up again in time to try and catch Santa and they absolutely did not want a false alarm.

Shizu had warned them that Santa was far trickier than that, and he had his means of sneaking around the house, but she also baited the trap with a snack for Santa. Ittetsu had supervised his sons’ careful set-up of the trip line, and made sure the cat was kept securely in their bedroom before chasing his boys off to bed.

The brothers had utmost confidence in their trap. Santa, magical or not, couldn’t possibly see the black string in the dark room, and with it between him and his snacks (set far away from any doors, windows, or the chimney), the boys knew they would catch a glimpse of him before he had a chance to bolt. So it was with utmost faith in their contraption that Tatsumi and Yaichi settled into bed. They whispered in the darkness, wondering what kind of presents they would get. And Tatsumi couldn’t wait to gloat to the others tomorrow when he got to inform them his alarm system worked like a dream.

Shalk and Alma had a different plan. They suspected their parents were in on the Santa racket – making sure he got in and out of the house unseen every year, the lousy accomplices. Caolila in particular was very strict about absolutely No Santa Traps, because Santa didn’t like to be tricked, and she was in close personal contact with him. They knew she was, because any time they did something naughty she got that look in her eye and lilt in her voice and liked to say, “I guess Santa will be hearing about this one too, huh?”

And Zahau wasn’t any better. In fact the whole village of grown-ups seemed to have a direct line to Santa! It wasn’t fair! Even Mithra claimed to know him – and Shalk believed her the most, because she had traveled so many places, and even she, whi didn’t know how to tell any jokes took Santa seriously.

So tricks and traps were out of the question. They would have to catch Santa the old fashioned way. Shalk and Alma, at least, were lucky to have each other and share a bedroom, because they could take turns staying awake and listening for the slightest sound of Santa in the house. And whoever was awake would wake the other and as silent as shadows, they would sneak out to catch a peek at him. It was foolproof. Taking turns sleeping meant that neither of them would be too sleepy to stay awake and listen, and without any noisy alarms or traps, Santa wouldn’t suspect a thing, so he wouldn’t run away until after they had seen him and he delivered their presents.

And of course, once they saw Santa and got a peek at their presents, they would sneak back to bed and wait until the morning to open their presents again. Because thy both knew that if their mom and dad found out they had stayed up all night and snuck out of bed, they’d be on the Naughty list until they were thirty. Caolila had been very clear about the consequences of breaking the Santa Rules, but what their mother didn’t know couldn’t hurt them.

Shalk took the first watch, sitting bolt up in bed and waiting silently in the dark while Alma slept. It was two hours before his parents even went to bed. He listened intently as the house settled into quiet. Every little sound made his heart leap. Was that Santa? No, just some villagers walking past outside and talking lowly. A creak of the floorboards! Oh, not, just the dog making a lap around the house. Shalk rested his chin on his drawn up knees as he thought sourly how even the pets were in on the Santa thing, because their dog never barked at him. The darkness and the silence pressed in around him. If he strained his ears he could hear some insects singing outside, and the very distant crash of waves on the beach, he could hear night birds chirping. He heard a lone set of footsteps in the sand, and he sat up again, heart hammering, it was him! Shalk held his breath as he listened, but Santa wasn’t being particularly sneaky ad he struck up a conversation with a flock of birds sitting in a nearby tree. Shalk sighed heavily and flopped back against his pillow, it was just Woofio, not Santa.

His eyes were tired, and his pillow felt so nice. Shalk checked the time. It would be Alma’s turn to watch in an hour, he just had to make it that long, and then he could take his turn sleeping. His eyes slid closed, he was just going to rest them for a minute.

Colin didn’t have much of a plan, and truth be told, he wasn’t all that interested in catching Santa. He liked the surprise of waking up and finding presents and well… he wouldn’t dare way it out loud, but he wasn’t all that certain Santa had that much magic power in the first place. Sure he snuck in and out of houses without a sound, and he always brought Colin something amazing, but he never really brought Colin what he really wanted. Never ever, and he asked and prayed for it every year. But, Colin supposed, there were some gifts even Santa couldn’t deliver.

Still, he wasn’t going to be the only one of his friends to not try and catch Santa. And he had the best plan of all to prove Santa’s existence. He had been given a polaroid camera for his birthday this year, and it would be absolutely perfect for catching photographic evidence of the mystery gift-bringer. He just had to set himself up in the perfect place to snap a clear picture, and he knew just the hiding spot.

Colin dutifully went to bed without complaint. He kissed his Pa and Grandma goodnight, and listened through Megan’s Starry Night bedtime story, all the while resting his head on his camera beneath his pillow. When the story was done, Megan gave him a final kiss goodnight and tucked him in and closed the bedroom door behind her. Colin waited quietly, knowing his Pa and Grandma would be going to bed on their own shortly thereafter. Farmers didn’t get to sleep in ever, even on holidays, so they went to bed early too. He heard Megan go to bed, and then Hector shortly after, and once he was certain the adults were closed in their own bedrooms he slipped from bed and tiptoed out of his room and downstairs. Santa had always left his presents by the fireplace in previous years, so Colin hid himself behind the sofa. It faced the fireplace, and would provide a sturdy enough base to set the camera on. He took a moment to get everything in frame, there would be no time to aim carefully when Santa arrived, but with the camera in position, all he would have to do was push the button and capture his evidence.

Now all there was to do was wait. Colin didn’t know how long he might have to wait, but he suspected it would be a while. So he sat on the floor behind the couch, and curled up tight. It was a little chilly downstairs with no fire in the fireplace and all the night turned off. He wished he had remembered to slip on his slippers before sneaking down, but he didn’t want to risk going back upstairs for them. He pulled a crocheted afghan off the back of the couch and huddled up beneath it, tucking it around his cold feet. It wasn’t a very comfortable position, but he dozed anyway, snapping awake at the slightest noise.

He stirred fully awake when the clock struck midnight, last he checked it had been just after ten. Panicked, he peeked over the back of the couch, but there were still no presents. He hadn’t missed Santa. Relieved and also a little disappointed that he couldn’t go back to bed yet, he pulled the afghan around him again and prepared to wait some more.

There was a creak above him. Footsteps on the roof? Colin threw off the afghan and prepared himself and the camera, checking the view one last time. It was still perfect. He waited with bated breath for the sound of someone sliding down the chimney. There were more creaks, more footsteps.

Then the light above the stairs flashed on, and Colin recognized the heavy footsteps troding down the stairs. That hadn’t been Santa, it was his Pa. Colin sighed and pulled his camera off the back of the couch and into his lap. It had always been Pa, hadn’t it? There wasn’t a Santa at all, but his father or grandmother sneaking around the house while he was fast asleep.

Colin quickly wiped away the disappointed tears that were gathering in his eyes as Hector’s foot reached the bottom step. “Colin?” his voice was gruff, “What’re you doing down here at this hour? You’re supposed to be in bed.”

The living room light flicked on. Colin stood up, showing his Pa the camera. “I was trying to wait up for Santa.”

Hector frowned at his son for a moment before sighing. “Santa don’t come if he knows someone’s watching. He’s smarter than that. And you won’t catch him on camera either.”

Colin sniffed quietly and looked at Hector, he wasn’t carrying any presents or hiding anything behind his back, he was just standing there in his pajamas and bathrobe and slippers. Hector gestured Colin over to the couch, and he sat down and pulled his son into his lap. His rough thumb brushed gently across Colin’s cheek, where one tear had managed to escape. “What’s the matter, son? What’re you crying for?”

Colin fiddled with his camera for a moment, he almost didn’t want to ask. Whether the answer was ‘yes’ or ‘no’ they were both equally scary options. But he had to be brave, so he sucked in a breath and asked, “Pa, is there such a thing as Santa?”

Hector was silent for a moment, before saying, “Of course there is.”

“So you’re not the one who brings me presents?”

“I most certainly am not.” Hector was smiling now, and Colin smiled too.

“Really?”

“Really. But, if you’re not in bed and asleep, Santa’s bound to try and skip you this year. He’s a busy man after all, and he doesn’t have all night to wait for just you to go to bed so he can bring your presents.”

Colin felt a strike of alarm. “Is it too late?!”

“Not at all, not if you go back to bed now and try your hardest to fall asleep. And,” Hector took the camera from his son’s hands, “I’m going to hold onto this, in case you get tempted.”

Colin leapt to his feet, “I gotta go then!”

“Quietly!” Hector warned in a whisper. “Don’t wake your grandma, she’s good friends with Santa.”

Colin made a show of zipping his lips and then tiptoes as quickly and quietly as he could back to bed. Hector watched him go and waited to hear his bedroom door close. That was a close one. She checked to make sure the front door was unlocked and flicked on the porch light. Santa, when he got around to their house, would know it was safe to enter.

Noel was absolutely certain, bound and determined, and perfectly confident in her ability to stay awake all night. She had purposefully drank a lot of sugary drinks, because her mom always said they made her hyper, and when she was hyper she was never sleepy. She was practically bouncing off the walls as she brushed her teeth and put on her special Starry Night pajamas.

“Alright,” Miranda said briskly, ushering her daughter from the bathroom into her bedroom. “Go pick the story you want to read to your grandparents, we gotta call them soon before it gets too late.”

This was another Starry Night tradition. Noel and Miranda always called her Grandmas, and in the past, Noel’s grandmothers would read her a bedtime story, but this year, Noel wanted to surprise them with her newly learned reading prowess and read them a story for a change. She already knew what story she was going to read them. She had rehearsed the tale so much she practically had it memorized, special voices and funny sound effects and all. They would love it.

“Okay, phone in my room, let’s go.”

Noel ran from her bedroom to her mother’s bouncing on her big bed while Miranda dialed the phone. The line rang for a moment before it picked up and Noel hear the voiced of her two most favorite old ladies in the whole world. There was a lot of the usual back-and-forth “Hello Mimi. Hello Noel. Hello Nanna. Hello Noel.” and Miranda catching up quickly with her moms, and Noel telling her grandmas all about her life. They were a talkative family, but they all came by it honestly. Finally, after much anticipation, Noel announced that she was going to read the story tonight, something that surprised and pleased her grandmothers.

“Whenever you’re ready, baby girl,” Mimi said encouragingly.

Miranda set the phone receiver on the bedside table. “I think I left the shop light on, you go ahead and read, Noel, and remember to speak clearly so they can hear you through the phone.” She pecked her daughter on the head and scurried from the room.

Noel opened her storybook, cleared her throat, and began reading in a rather loud voice.

“And they lived happily ever after! The End.” Noel snapped her book shut amidst a chorus of applause over the phone line.

“That was wonderful, dear!” Nanna cheered. “I think we might have another performer in our family.”

“Indeed we do,” Miranda chuckled. “Next time y’all visit, she’ll have a special song for you. But now, it’s time for a certain little girl to be in bed. Otherwise Santa won’t be able to come.”

“Well now, we don’t want to miss out on Santa,” Mimi agreed.

They exchanged a great many ‘goodnights’ and ‘goodbyes’ and ‘I love yous’ until finally Miranda returned the phone to the cradle. “Alright, missy, time for bed.”

Noel dragged her feet. “I’m not sleepy.”

“Well, you still gotta be in bed in the dark. You know the rules.”

She groaned. “I’m thirsty.”

“I got you a cup of water when I went to turn off the shop light. It’s waiting on your bedside table.”

She sighed and cast a glance to the still-lit family room. “Can I check and see if Santa came?”

Miranda tutted impatiently, “You haven’t even gone to sleep yet, silly child, how could he possibly have come into the house while you were wide awake?”

Noel was out of excuses. Miranda tucked her into bed and sang her a lullaby and kissed her goodnight. As she left, she turned on the radio so it would softly sing Noel to sleep, then she turned off the light and closed the door.

Noel tossed and turned under her blankets, her strategy to stay awake was, if she didn’t lie too still she wouldn’t get comfy and fall asleep. It was hard though, as her earlier energy had all seemed to disappear and now she felt heavy and tired, and the soft music wasn’t helping much either. But she was determined to stay awake all night. She had to hear Santa arrive.

And she did it! She really did. She stayed awake all night… even if maybe there were a couple times when she rested her eyes and suddenly hours had passed, she knew she didn’t once sleep deep enough to miss hearing Santa on the rooftop. And yet, in the morning, her presents were there and she still had no idea how he possibly could have done it.

#replies #becky writes things #fanfiction #story of seasons trio of towns #story of seasons #harvest moon #sos 3ot #trio of towns #god I hope the read more cut works on mobile #sometimes they're iffy and I personally hate huge blocks of text on my dash so...

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sinner-as-saint · 5 years

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One and Only

ONE AND ONLY.

Peter Parker Headcanon

Themes: fluff, wee bit of angst, slight NSFW, a lotta feels

· You were his first friend when he first joined Iron Man during the Civil War. And even though you were fighting alongside Cap, you always thought he was cute.

· You were enhanced, so you physically stopped aging when you reached 16 – making you closest to Peter’s age which is why you both hit it off easily.

· Being on Team Cap and him being on Team Iron-Man made it difficult for you both too hang out much.

· You always thought of him as a friend, but that faded away quickly when you realized how caring, selfless and adorable he actually was.

· “You’re a nerd, Parker.”

· “Says the one who hangs out with me most of the time.”

· Always sending each other memes.

· Always fighting about who’s the strongest one between you two. And he always let you win.

· You calling him ‘kid’ because you know he hates it and you just love the side eye he gives you every time he pretends to be mad.

· Being there for him whenever he was stressed out due to school and having to handle missions simultaneously.

· Hanging out in each other’s room.

· May always teased you on how cute you guys would be as a couple.

· Peter always turning red whenever she said so.

· Teaching him about your powers, which he thought was super cool.

· Being friends with Ned, and telling him about your past experiences and the places you’ve been too. And the both of them listening like it was a bed time story.

· “Gotta go, y/n.” he said, jumping out of your bedroom window.

· “Be safe.” You’d yell after him.

· Everyone shipping you both.

· Him having the biggest crush on you but never finding the courage to actually tell you about how he feels.

· “Y/n, I, I was thinking about you and I,”

· “Uh huh, what about you and I?”

· “We are, um, we should – I mean, we could…you know, get food,”

· “Yeah sure, we can order pizza. BBQ Chicken or Hawaiian?”

· Him calling Ned and telling him how he wanted to tell you that he likes you but he gets nervous every time you look into his eyes with your e/c ones.

· Ned telling him that being Spiderman, he’s a total loser.

· Falling for each other but not realizing it.

· Saying ‘I Love You’ to each other in different ways, without realizing it.

· “Did you eat?”

· “Call me when you get home/compound.”

· “Don’t forget to FaceTime me.”

· “I’m at (your favorite food spot), what do you want?”

· “Yeah I can help you with your homework,”

· “Come over, I’m bored.”

· Him being the best when it came to you having your period.

· “Pete, I asked for pads,”

· “Yeah, that’s what I got,”

· “Peter! You bought 25 packs of them!”

· “How am I supposed to know how much you need?”

· Him being protective because you’re his ‘best friend’.

· “Who was that guy?” he’d ask monotonously while typing something on his phone.

· “He’s a friend, Pete.”

· “He was staring at your butt the whole time.”

· Ned was fed up and took it upon himself to tell you that his friend was hopelessly falling for you.

· You were slightly shocked when you heard it.

· But since you liked him a lot, you actually made the first move.

· He smiled like an idiot when you told him how you felt.

· Fighting Thanos together, the first time.

· You were beside Tony while he dusted away.

· Your heart broke into a million pieces when you realized that he was gone. But Tony reassured you that he would bring him back.

· Post the Avengers first attempt at defeating Thanos, you shut down for the next 5 years.

· You cried every time you saw his name in your contacts. You even called him a few times, just to hear the answer phone. Then cried yourself to sleep.

· You lived with the Avengers and you trained harder than ever.

· Being friends with Carol and telling her all about Peter.

· When Tony managed to make the time machine that was the first time in 5 years where you were truly happy. You were certain that you’d see Peter again.

· “I know you miss him y/n, I promise you we’ll bring them back,”

· “I know, I love him Cap. I don’t know what I’m gonna do if we don’t,”

· You rushing into his arms when he came out of one of the portals.

· “Don’t cry babe, I’m here now. I’m sorry I left you,” he whispered, kissing you as he held you close to him. Never wanting to let go again.

· “I never got the chance to say this but, I love you Pete,”

· “Neither did I. I love you more, baby,”

· Fighting yet protecting each other during the final battle.

· Holding him while he broke into sobs as Tony drew his last breath.

· Being there with him at the funeral.

· Introducing him to Harley and the two of them bonded over how great Tony was.

· You and Pete babysitting Morgan whenever Pepper was taken up by work.

· Pete telling Morgan bedtime stories about her dad.

· For his birthday, you gave him a necklace – with a tiny arc reactor as a pendant. He wore it every day.

· Tony left him a house in his will, so when he finished his studies, he asked you to move in together with him.

· Adopting lots of dogs who needed forever homes.

· “Baby look at this one,”

· “Honey, we have 7 dogs.”

· “But Pete, he’s all alone,”

· “Okay, fine,”

· Peter and Harley being good friends, yet he couldn’t help but feel a little jealous when he would hang out with you.

· “Babe, he’s one of my best friends,”

· “All I’m saying is, you’re mine. Don’t forget that.”

· Cuddling. All. The. Time.

· Him being the big spoon.

· Him always being there for you whenever you had nightmares about your past, which you couldn’t remember properly.

· On some days, when you couldn’t silence your demons, you’d ask him, “Why me Pete? You could have been with someone without a tainted past,”

· “I don’t care. The past is in the past for a reason, I want a future with you,”

· Whenever he shut down for no reason, you knew it was because he missed Tony.

· Reassuring him that Tony wouldn’t want him to be sad, ever.

· Saying ‘I love you 3000’ to Morgan over the phone.

· Him being extra protective of Morgan.

· Him throwing Morgan grand birthday parties each year, just like Tony would.

· Due to lack of sleep, he’d do the most outrageous things sometimes.

· “PETE! YOU’RE WALKING ON THE ROOF AGAIN!”

· “Babe, you can’t keep WEARING THE SUIT INSIDE THE HOUSE!”

· You being frustrated because he keeps using his webs for EVERYTHING.

· “Baby, you can’t web my car just because you don’t want me to leave,”

· Him being, surprisingly, slightly controlling in the bedroom.

· “Tell me you’re mine,” he’d whisper in your ear, tugging at your hair while he pounded into you from behind.

· Him being a complete baby at times.

· He once thought that your curling iron was a sex toy and he got mad.

· “Will you at least tell me why you’re mad at me?”

· “Don’t I satisfy you? Am I not enough?”

· “Pete, what –,”

· “Answer me y/n! Why would you need a toy to get you of when I’m right here?” he threw the curling iron on the bed and you tried your hardest not to laugh.

· “Babe, that’s-,”

· “No! I-,”

· “Stop cutting me off! It’s a freaking curling iron, Peter!”

· “Oh, my bad,”

· You making fun of his ears.

· Forehead kisses.

· Being each other’s one and only.

· After living together for 4 years, he finally proposed.

· You had a simple beach wedding.

· Having a kid together.

· He named your son Anthony.

· He would constantly tell his son stories about a man who made him who he is, Tony Stark.

· Your son would always draw Iron Man based off on graffiti that he saw all over the city, and proudly show his dad.

· Peter quickly wiping away his tears and smiling whenever he saw the drawings on the fridge or on the walls of your son’s bedroom.

· Him kissing you and your son goodnight every night, even if he came home from missions at 2 a.m.

· Living a long and blissful life together, with bumps on the way but once you realized that all you needed was each other, nothing else mattered.

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suoidea · 5 years

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Through it All

Pairing: Tony Stark x Daughter! Reader

Warnings: ENDGAME SPOILER!!!!!!!!!!!!!, sad, grief, mention of death

Summary: Surviving the snap, Y/N is the eldest daughter of Tony Stark whom he rarely spoke of publicly, including with the Avengers, driven by the sole objective to protect her and ensure her safety. As she heard of her father’s role in the battle against Thanos, she rushed back home immediately back home.

Authors Note: This blog has been dormant for the past 5 years or so, I’ve only been reblogging posts but haven’t really written a proper imagine until now, so please excuse if my writing is a bit rusty. I wrote this imagine mainly in honour of our beloved Tony Stark. I’d like to think that my approach in writing Y/N’s perspective towards Tony’s death is somewhat correlative to that of you guys, because I’m still not fucking over it; my heart still aches every time I think about it. Anyways, I hope you guys like it or enjoy it at least. Thank youuu! xx

Word count: 1525 words (got carried away lol)

You vaguely remember the call. That one call that made your body ache with worry and concern. The sound of Pepper’s voice was calm laced with unease, informing you that Tony had figured out the ultimate ‘time heist’ to undo Thanos’ genocide.

Pacing up and down in the same spot of your kitchen, you lean back on the kitchen island bench staring blatantly ahead of you. A swarm of thoughts rushed through your head as you continued to process what Pepper had just said to you.

You didn’t know whether you should be relieved and entrust your faith once again in Tony and the Avengers to bring everyone’s loved ones back and abolish Thanos once and for all; or if you should intervene, convince Tony otherwise, and to stay with his current reality.

This life with Pepper, Morgan, and you. To spend more time with all three of you and to finally do ‘normal’ things like a ‘normal’ family. One without any trouble, any distractions, any disruptions.

Was it selfish of you to keep him away from his duty calls? To just keep your father all to yourself and make up for all the time and memories lost over the past couple of years? You feared for the worst, unknowing if this second attempt will result akin to their first.

A fear you knew was something Tony will risk. You sighed, knowing well enough that your father will not rest having known he had the power and knowledge to fix everything.

After much thought, you decided it’d be best to just head over and stay with Tony. As you lean off of the bench, you headed towards your room and grabbed an overnight duffle, hastily shoving any piece of clothing you could take from your wardrobe. You grabbed your keys and made your way towards your front door.

As you hopped in your car, placing your bag in the back seat, you remained seated for a good 5 minutes. You really didn’t know what you were doing, or why nonetheless. You didn’t know if Tony had left already, or what exactly is their plan. You just knew you had to stay with your family.

Having a firm grip on either side of the steering wheel, you stared ahead as you mentally reassured yourself on the brighter side of this entire situation; constantly trying to find an excuse to make yourself better in any possible way, knowing your fears and concerns always get to the best of you.

Throughout the entire car ride, you blasted some of your favourite music, stumbling upon an untouched CD of a playlist Tony had created when you were younger. It was a playlist dedicated to all the times you cried whenever there was a storm.

Knowing how scared and terrified you were, Tony gathered his own personal collection of classic rock and blasted it through every speaker within the compound.

“Daddy I’m scared … It’s out to get me” You whimpered, as you shy underneath the layers of blanket, tears welling in your eyes. Lightening strikes and a roar of thunder never failed to earn a loud squeal from you.

“Oh what this? …” You felt your bed dip beside you, “Sweetheart you know what this is? It’s just the sound of the clouds farting.” Tony murmured, trying his absolute best to ease your anxiety.

“No it’s not, farts aren’t that loud” You retorted back, your voice shaking as you hear another roar of thunder.

“No no no, trust me it is …” Tony leans in, cradling the outline of your crouched body beneath the blankets, “It’s just, the clouds held it in for so long they couldn’t keep in anymore, that’s why they’re soo loud.”

“You sure …”

“I’m very sure champ” With his reassurance, you peep your head out of the blankets and finally sit up.

“Can you read me a bedtime story then”

“Hmmm … I have a better idea” And with that, he lifts you up from your bed and ushers you to wear your bunny slippers. With a press of a button, you felt the vibration of the loud music everywhere and you instantly cover your ears, scrunching your face from the sudden and abrupt noise.

Tony let out a soft chuckle at your response and started to sing along to the song, dancing around your room as the music intensifies.

“Daddy you dance weird, you know that?” You giggled, as you watch your father intensely headbang and play the air guitar.

“Weird? I think it’s pretty cool, even Monty thinks so” He grabs your favourite stuffed toy cat, making it do the same dance moves as him. “Come on, if Monty can do it, then so can you.”

Giving in, you finally danced along with him throughout the entire storm, until you finally felt drowsy. As he laid you back down on your bed, he held up his hand and vice versa. It was something you both have grown accustomed to, your tiny palm against his.

“When it rains, something new blossoms. Always remember that champ” And with that, he kissed you goodnight.

You neared the small cottage near the lake and parked your car, you felt your knees wobble as you step out and grab your duffle bag. With each step you take towards the cottage, you can’t help but grow even more anxious.

You opened the screen door, the floor boards slightly creaking as you walked through, you faintly heard sobs and sniffles from the lounge area, and the familiar voice of your father.

Relieved, you picked up your pace and entered the room, “Dad I’m so glad you’re okay-“ You came to an abrupt halt, earning the attention from the crowd of people that now stared at you.

You could make out a few familiar faces, however their eyes were filled with sorrow and anguish. Confusion swept over you, everyone is dressed in black unknowingly of what you had just walked into; all you knew was you needed to find Tony.

“Hey champ … ” You instantly knew that nickname and followed his voice; so calm and soothing it pulled you through the crowd as if it were instinct. You saw Pepper and Morgan seated on the couch, Pepper’s eyes welling with tears as she saw you.

“No, please no!” You let out a shaky breath, as you gazed and walked towards the hologram of your father. There you stood, face to face with Tony … or from what was Tony.

“I know I can never mend the past … our past per se. I know my flaws as a father with you, but you helped me nonetheless, with Morgan especially.” You felt your heart falter, its rhythmic beat now came to a stop unable to feel a single pulse.

The weight of the tears that brimmed your eyes now cascaded down your cheeks. Unable to control your sobs, you could feel the growing lump in your throat as you tried to hold them back.

“This isn’t how I wanted it to end, it certainly isn’t what I had hoped for for the both of us … but always remember that when it rains, something new blossoms. Always.” You stared into his eyes one last time, pain and sorrow evident in Tony’s eyes.

You lift your hand to caress his cheek, completely disregarding that it’s only his hologram. You took everything in, you didn’t want to waste this time, this very moment ... your very last moment before he disappeared, forever.

Your knees gave up as you sank onto the floor. You clenched your heart, unable to process anything. You felt the warm touch of Pepper as she cradled you, followed by Morgan, as your tears rush like a waterfall.

The air was silent, nothing can be heard but your sobs, and occasional hiccups as you felt the oxygen leave your body. Everyone inside had dispersed into their separate ways to grieve for themselves, but most importantly to allow you to grieve.

“Is that Y/N?” Clint asked,

“Yeah, poor kid. I assume she didn’t expected this, I mean she’s not even dressed for it.” Rhodey slouched, as they all took in your distressed image.

Once you were somewhat settled, Pepper guided you outside towards the edge of the lake, where everyone had all gathered. You could instantly point out his fellow avengers present, except with one missing, presuming Natasha didn’t make it also.

Once everyone had shared a few words on their relationship and shared memories with your father, you can’t help but feel so weak and frail as you tried to speak.

“Some of you may know me, some of you may not uhm,” You cleared your throat. “I never got to say goodbye to dad. I never got to say goodbye to my father. And I just feel so lost … I feel so empty. There’s so many questions left unanswered, so many things left unsaid. If only we knew … if only I knew.” You paused briefly, and stared at his arc reactor in your hands.

“I remember his very words, so clearly and vividly I still can hear his voice saying, ‘I shouldn’t be alive, unless it was for a reason’ … And as much as it breaks me apart, I suppose he’s fulfilled this reason. And I can’t be more proud,” Your dried eyes now glistened under the sunlight.

“We will always ... love you 3000.”

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ddaengyoonmin · 5 years

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Chapter 13

Pairing: Ot7xReader;

Genre: fluff, angst, smut(In previous and later chapters,

Theme: Based kinda on sword art online a lot of similar ideas and themes kinda combining the idea of them trapped in the game, but the world is closer to ALFheim online

Warnings; None that I can think of in this chapter

Word count: 2.1k

Taglist: (I definitely think I missed some of you and some usernames were changed from my last list😭 I need an organized tag list for the series, so comment to be added and I’ll also make a post soon) : @taekookandyoongi @life-anime-food @i-like-puppy-mg @seesawsmin-flower @karissassirak @btsvisuals @vynia

For the next few weeks your team had split into smaller parties so as to maximize on your experience gained from quests and items dropped. Since it was all equally split, the eight of you being in one party together would make the points gained spread pretty thin. You still all met up for most mealtimes and tried to always get together for a group meeting before bedtime, but besides that it was usually 2-3 of you partnered together for a quest.

You had stuck with Jungkook the whole time, not wanting to spend much time away from him after almost losing him and the incredible night you had shared, you couldn’t tear yourself from his side. Taehyung would join with the two of you sometimes when he wasn’t joined up with Jin, who he had been getting pretty close with. The two of them would sometimes go on missions just the two of them, your group would joke with them about their forming bro-mance.

One of the quests that you and Jungkook were currently on with just the two of you alone, had required quite a lot of tedious attacks on lower level creatures that were taking over a small farm owned by an NPC right outside of Midgard city. The sky was darkening and you realized how much time you had spent taking out the ‘Rat Infestation Problem’ quest’s small green toxic creatures.

“Jungkook, shouldn’t we head back?”

Jungkook was aiming a very precise purple shadow-ball shot at one of the glowing green rats in the barn the two of you stood in.

His back was to you and you giggled at the ‘pew’ sound effect he made with his mouth right before he shot his attack, hitting the rat dead on. He then turned to look at you with a big grin on his face, flicking away his black bangs that were messily falling into his eyes. He looked tired and worn out from spending the whole day on this task with you, but he was trying hard to not show it.

“I suppose we can, we still have like 50 more of these things to do. I can’t believe we actually were able to get 950 done in one day. Good teamwork partner” He lifted his hand for a high-five and you excitedly met your open palm to his with a cute little jump.

Jungkook slung an arm around your shoulders and walked with you out of the barn. The sky was darkening to a deep blue and you could see a small colorful purple and pink shade peeking from the sky on the horizon where the sun had just set.

Jungkook pressed his lips gently to the top of your head, “Let’s get going”

The two of you flew to the usual meeting spot that your team had designated. It was a small clearing in the woods where the eight of you had set up a sort of base camp, you’d all thought it would be fun if instead of staying in the inn you’d purchase tents from one of the merchants and set up a little home in the woods where you could all come and go as you pleased without having to give coins to the innkeeper for a place to stay every night.

You had been ecstatic over the idea, camping sounded like fun and camping with friends even better.

You and Jungkook had gone in on a tent together to share, it wasn’t huge but it was big enough that you could stand in it. It was a small room with a full sized bed and a small nightstand and rug on the floor by the bed.

Namjoon, Jin and Jimin all invested in a giant tent for the three of them, it was at least three times bigger than your own but they each had wanted their own bed so it was fitting.

Yoongi and Hoseok also shared a tent, they hadn’t wanted to invest much into it so theirs was about the size of your own with two small and simple beds almost side by side fitting into their space with nothing else inside.

Taehyung had purchased a small tent that was definitely suitable for just himself. It fit his bed and a small night stand that he kept a few books and a kerosene lamp on top so he could read before bed.

It didn’t take long to set it all up thanks to the way the games features worked, you merely had to click a button on your items inventory screen and motion with your hand to plop things down where you wanted them.

The tents all were positioned around a pretty looking firepit that the eight of you had all chipped in on together. White stones were stacked around it in a circle for design and to keep the fire from spreading further than the pit. You’d cook your food over it with some pots and pans you’d also purchased, and eat sitting on some wooden logs around the fire that Jin and Taehyung had dragged from in the woods and made into a seating area.

It was actually a wonderful home, and for the past few days there was a part of you that almost didn’t miss your home in the real world.

It started to scare you that you felt that way. You didn’t want to lose your drive to keep pushing forward in the game. No one had even made it past floor one yet and you’d all been in the stuck in the game for about a month now. You didn’t want to forget that you had a mom who probably sat at your side crying wondering if and when you’d wake up. You hoped that she wouldn’t blame herself for being the one to buy you the game. So badly you wanted to tell her, that you didn’t blame her, and that honestly you couldn’t thank her enough. Without it you wouldn’t have met all these wonderful people.

And there again lies your problem...did you really want to escape this game? There was a far too large part of you that hoped that you could stay here with Jungkook and all of your friends forever…

Jungkook tapped you on the shoulder motioning for you to land. Everyone else was already there and it looked like Jin and Yoongi had already started on cooking dinner together. They were arguing lightly over some of the ingredients that Yoongi was trying to put into the stew that was bubbling in the pot over the fire when you approached.

“Hey! Jungkook, Y/n!” Jin smiled your way as you walked over to sit on one of the logs around the fire. Everyone else greeted you as well and you smiled and returned their hellos.

Jin managed to convince Yoongi that there was enough garlic in the stew already and Yoongi reluctantly dropped it.

The eight of you talked about your days, sharing your stories and cool drop items that you’d acquired. Unfortunately today you and Jungkook had quite the boring time. Well...besides the hour that you and him had taken a break to go down on each other in the barn. Just thinking back on today’s memories of his head between your legs made your cheeks hot and a smile start to grow on your lips.

When it came time for sleep everyone left to their tents, saying goodnights and sweet dreams to the rest of the team you started to follow Jungkook into your shared tent. But, you stopped for a moment with your hand on the tent’s flap and turned around slightly. You had noticed that Taehyung hadn’t left to his tent and was still sitting on one of the logs in front of the fire, a blank expression on his face and his elbows on his knees as he leaned forward silently staring into the fire.

“I’ll be inside in just a second,” you said to Jungkook, giving your sleepy bed partner a kiss on the cheek before you turned and went to go join Taehyung.

You sat next to him on the same log. He silently acknowledged your presence with a nod and a small smile, not looking away from the fire when you joined him.

“Hey you” you spoke softly “Everything okay?”

He finally turned to face you, “Of course y/n” he grinned fakely. You saw right through it instantly, but didn’t want to pry too hard.

“Okay...well, I am here if you wanna talk you know” you let him know, placing a hand gently on his shoulder.

He frowned a bit and then chuckled, moving his shoulder to brush your hand off of him.

Was he mad at you? What could you have done to upset him?

“Tae?”

“Anyways. I don’t think I ever asked how things went with Jungkook that night at the inn” Taehyung smiled fakely again at you.

You suddenly felt embarrassed. Taehyung knew what he was setting you two up for at the inn, he obviously knows what happened, why would he bring it up like that?

You cleared your throat awkwardly, “Um, it went well. It was nice” you avoided Taehyung’s gaze that was trying to meet yours now.

“Nice?” he raised his eyebrows “Just well and nice?”

You fought back more of your embarrassment at this conversation’s subject. “It was amazing, He’s amazing” you spoke honestly.

Taehyung gazed back into the fire, you’d expected more teasing but instead he just muttered,

“Good, he deserves it. He’s a good guy.”

You noticed him biting at his cheek. Something was going through his mind that you couldn’t quite understand.

You wanted to say’ You’re a good guy too Taehyung, you’ve been through a lot as well. ‘

But, you were now quiet, watching his carmel skin that was enchantingly lit up by the warm orange flames, his mint green hair tinted with the color as well. He started poking the fire with a long stick, you noticed how strong his arms were, and his hands...his beautiful hands...

No. What the hell were you doing. You scold yourself in your mind for letting your thoughts wander. You feel guilty and ashamed for almost letting your thoughts go even further.

Taehyung quickly glanced at you seeing you staring he gave you a sweet smile.

“You should get some rest y/n. Jungkook is waiting for you. I’m fine, I’m just gonna sit for a while”

You nodded and stood up from the log and gave Taehyung a small wave as you left, which he returned lazily.

He stared after you as you walked to your tent and murmured something that you didn’t quite catch, but it almost sounded like,

“Lucky bastard”

Taehyung continued poking the fire with the stick his fingers curled around, watching the tiny sparks that would fly up and break away from the fire as he did.

You had gone to bed with Jungkook and he was alone now, that was what he wanted right?

His best friend was happy and in love, and he really did deserve it. Jungkook was the kindest and most caring man that Taehyung had ever met, and he loved him like a brother. Taehyung on the other hand didn’t quite think of himself as a kind man, he’d done his fair share of things he wasn’t proud of, especially when it came to women.

That’s why he didn’t deserve you. That’s why those perfect lips could never be his to kiss, and that stunning body could never be his to hold. You are too perfect for him, your beautiful face, your adorable laugh, the way you care for everyone. You’d also made your mistakes but you instantly owned up to it and tried to make it up to Jungkook.

But, You were Taehyung’s dream girl, he’d never felt such an intense flutter in his chest around anyone else in his life. He wanted to give you the world, he wanted you to have only the best in life, and that wasn’t him…

So, he pushed you towards perfect Jungkook, because that way you wouldn’t get hurt, though you and Jungkook had your own struggles, you seem happy now, and so does Jungkook.

So everything is going as planned right?

So Taehyung should be happy right?

This is what he wanted right?

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The next morning you were awakened by loud chatter and commotion outside of your tent.

Startling you, the flap to your tent was thrown open and bright morning sunlight pour in. Jungkook shot up instantly, you covered your face with your arm groggily.

“What the hell is going on” you grumbled sleepily. Seeing Namjoon standing in the entrance with wide eyes.

“The boss has been found! He’s still there right now. Lets go!”

#bts fanfic #bts x reader #bts fluff #bts angst #bts smut #jin x reader #taehyung x reader #jungkook x reader #namjoon x reader #yoongi x reader #jimin x reader #hoseok x reader #faerie realm #bts x you #bts scenario #bts imagine

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lastbluetardis · 5 years

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Family of Six (12/14)

After James and Rose bring their newborn twins home, they work to find a balance between all four of their children, and each other. Ten x Rose AU, Soulmates AU.

This chapter: Teen, 7100 words

Ages of the Tyler-McCrimmons at the start of the chapter: James: 39, Rose: 34, Ainsley: 9, Sianin: 6, Twins: 3 months

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“I was thinking…”

James propped himself up on an elbow to watch Rose nurse the twins. Golden sunlight streamed in from the open window, casting a halo around her hair. He had to refrain from grabbing his phone to take a photo of her—she already teased him that he only ever wanted to take photos of her with the babies when she was breastfeeding them.

“About?” he prompted.

“I think… I think the twins might be ready to be moved into the nursery overnight,” she said, looking down at the two babies in her arms.

James heard what Rose actually meant: that she herself was ready to move the babies out of their bedroom.

“What do you think?” she asked, finally looking up at him.

The twins were three months old and regularly sleeping through the night, as they’d been doing for the past month. They had kept the twins in their bedroom far longer than they had for Ainsley or Sianin when they were infants. Perhaps it was time for the twins to move into their proper bedroom.

“James?”

He realized he was staring at Hannah and Maddie. Was he ready to not have them in the room anymore? Could he sleep without hearing their quiet breathing? How weird would it be to glance over and not see them?

It was time to find out.

“Yeah,” he said. “Yeah, I think they’re ready.”

Rose soft smile told him she understood the words he hadn’t said either.

It was an easy enough transition to make, physically speaking. The cribs had been prepared for months and the twins were already used to them, since James and Rose often put them down for mid-day naps in the nursery.

They warned Ainsley and Sianin that the twins were being moved into the nursery, and they apologized if it disturbed their sleep every now and then.

After listening to Ainsley read a chapter from the Harry Potter book they were in the middle of, James returned to the living room, where Rose was finishing up the twins’ nighttime feed. He took one of the babies from her and got her burped and changed into a fresh onesie that didn’t have milk dribbled all down the front.

Hannah was still awake, but only just; she blinked up at him with glazed, sleepy eyes. When she realized her father was gazing down at her, she offered him a slow smile filled with such joy and adoration that his throat tightened.

“I love you,” he murmured.

She let out a coo, and smiled again.

“I love you,” he said in a sing-song voice.

Again, she cooed, the end of her coo lilting up a bit at the end.

“I. Love. You.”

A longer coo this time. James beamed down at his child and pressed a kiss to her forehead.

“My darling girl,” he said, kissing her again. “My sweet, beautiful Hannah.”

Hannah’s smile gradually faded when she let out a yawn that scrunched her face. He rocked his torso gently and began humming to her. She gurgled and dug her face into his chest, squirming around to find the comfiest position.

He adjusted his hold on the baby until she settled, then he sang under his breath, a medley of “You Are My Sunshine” and “Hush Little Baby.” Ever so slowly, Hannah’s body went limp in his arms as she fell asleep.

He glanced over at her crib, but it somehow seemed to have grown ten times its size. Hannah was so small in his arms, and her crib was absolutely huge. She would be utterly dwarfed on the mattress. How scary would it be for such a little thing to awake in a big, strange bed?

He turned away from the crib and instead started a new lullaby as he slowly ambled down the hallway. He heard Rose speaking quietly to Maddie in the living room. His other baby was asleep in her mother’s arms, but Rose still rocked her slowly and talked to her.

“Ready for bed?” he asked, hoping Rose would assuage his ridiculous fears about putting the twins in their cribs for the night.

“Not yet,” Rose said. “I’m too comfortable and she’s being so sweet.”

“Yeah, me too.” He plopped down on the sofa and reclined his feet. Hannah stayed dead asleep.

James rested his head back and continued singing to his child, anything from lullabies to songs he had stuck in his head. After a while, he heard Rose joining in, making it a duet.

They passed the night like that, each of them cradling and singing to an infant that was already asleep. James was relieved that he wasn’t the only one who had gotten cold feet about putting the twins in the nursery.

“We really ought to go to bed, love,” James suggested as ten o’clock came and went.

“I know,” Rose said, but he heard a faint strain of reluctance in her voice. She huffed out a frustrated breath. “Why is this so hard? I thought I was ready to keep them in the nursery overnight. It wasn’t this hard with Ainsley or Sianin, was it? Oh great. Does that mean we didn’t love Ainsley and Sianin as much?”

James reached over to rest a comforting hand on her thigh. “You know, we don’t have to put them in their cribs. The bassinets are still in our room.”

“No, we should do this. Cold turkey.”

“Rose, they’re our children, not a habit we’re trying to kick,” James said dryly.

“It most certainly is. If I had my way, all of my babies would be sleeping in bed with us every night, forever,” Rose shot back, sticking her tongue out at him. She was only half teasing.

James snorted. “C’mon. We need to get some sleep. Nursery or bedroom?” After she was silent for a full minute, he stood. “Well. I’m going to bed. Hannah’s coming with me.”

His cheeks heated with a flare of ridiculous mortification as he passed the nursery and kept the baby in his arms. Why should he be embarrassed? It wasn’t as though anyone was keeping tally of when he moved his babies into their nursery. It wasn’t as though it was shameful to want his children as close to him as possible for as long as possible.

But still, he felt as though he’d failed some test as he brought Hannah into his and Rose’s bedroom. A knot in his chest loosened when he beheld the bassinets that had been his twins’ beds since he and Rose had brought them home.

“Your daddy is quite the nutter, isn’t he?” James murmured to his child. Her warm weight was comforting, and after nearly two hours of it, he was loathe to put her down. All of those feel-good bonding hormones were racing through his body, making him fall deeper in love with her; he didn’t want it to end.

“Yeah, but you’re our nutter.”

He looked to the door and saw Rose standing there, Maddie still in her arms. He smiled at her and brushed a kiss to Hannah’s forehead.

“I promise Mummy and I will let you move you into your own bedroom before you become a legal adult,” he whispered to her.

Rose chuckled and came up beside him. Wordlessly, they each angled the baby they were holding so they could give a goodnight kiss to the other twin. Then they did one last nappy check and settled the girls in for the night.

When they eventually crawled beneath the sheets and into each other’s arms, James said, “We are absolutely pathetic.”

Despite the failure of that first night, James and Rose tried again a couple days later. They found that it was easier if they put the twins to bed before they went through the bedtime routine with Sianin and Ainsley.

James and Rose resolved to not look in on the babies, lest they lose their nerve and bring them back to their room with them. It worked. At least for a few hours. Rose awoke sometime in the middle of the night, and when she returned to bed, James heard the sounds of snoring babies.

“Progress,” he praised sleepily, rolling into her warmth. “Progress is good.”

“How did we do this with Ainsley and Sianin?” Rose groaned.

“Easy. We followed the guidelines with Ainsley, so as soon as she slept through the night, she was demoted to the nursery. And with Sianin, we were so depressed for the first few months that we didn’t care enough to keep her here with us.” He made sure to exaggerate the drawl in his voice.

Rose pinched him. “Funnily enough, that doesn’t make me feel better.”

James laughed and kissed the crown of her head. “Okay, then how about this: we tried for years to make those beautiful babies, and now that we have them, we can’t bear to be apart from them.”

“Yeah, that’s loads better,” Rose said.

“We’ll get there, love. Baby steps. It’s not hurting anyone to keep them in here with us.”

Rose grunted in agreement, then tucked her cheek against his chest and went back to sleep.

oOoOo

James awoke on Father’s Day the way he always had: to Rose curling her body into his and hugging him close to murmur, “Happy Father’s Day, my love,” into his ear. Despite being groggy, he grinned and twined his arms around her to nestle into her warmth.

He would’ve been perfectly content to cuddle her until the kids woke up, but it seemed she had other plans. She slid one of her legs between his, pressing her thigh into his crotch, and mumbled, “Wanna do sex?”

“I will never say no to that,” he answered, his voice scratchy with sleep.

Their lovemaking was gloriously slow but intense. They held each other tightly as they moved together, whispering words of love and devotion between kisses and moans of pleasure, until they each found their release.

James trembled in the afterglow, his heart thudding against his ribs as he held Rose impossibly closer.

“That was brilliant,” he sighed, nuzzling his nose into her hair.

“It’s always brilliant,” she countered, and he could hear the smile in her voice.

He half-heartedly pinched her bum, making her squirm and laugh. Warmth spread through his chest.

“I love you, Rose.”

“I love you, too. Happy Father’s Day, James. Thank you for being the best father I could ever want for my children.”

“Thank you for helping to give me my beautiful children,” he said.

“They were pretty fun to make, you have to admit,” she teased, grinning up at him with a twinkle in her eyes.

“So much fun to make,” he agreed, giggling.

He burrowed closer to Rose, not really caring about the mess cooling between his legs and on the sheets, not really caring that he and Rose were utterly naked and they hadn’t remembered to lock their bedroom door, not really caring about much of anything.

That is, until he smelled something frying from the kitchen.

He and Rose tensed and sat up in bed at the same time. She cast a concerned glance at the door, as though she could see all the way to the kitchen.

“Best go see what they’re doing before they burn the house down,” Rose grumbled, swinging her legs over the edge of the bed.

“That’d be a hell of a way to celebrate,” he mused.

Rose poked his stomach.

“Stay here,” she commanded. “You know the tradition.”

Indeed he did. Breakfast in bed with his favorite humans in the whole world.

“Well, I’ll probably need to put on at least some pants,” James teased.

Rose rolled her eyes, then stood. He folded his arms behind his head and watched her, naked, skin flushed, and glowing.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said softly.

Rose beamed, then disappeared into the loo. When she returned, she’d pulled her hair into a messy bun. She then whirled around their room, slipping on a pair of knickers and the midnight-indigo kimono he’d given her for her birthday. She cinched the front closed.

“Stay,” she ordered again, pointing a warning finger at him before she slipped out of their room.

As soon as the door clicked shut, James forced himself out of bed to clean himself up and make himself presentable. He pulled on a pair of boxers and a shirt, then tried to make his hair look as though Rose’s fingers hadn’t been raking through it all morning. Ignoring his wife’s command, he left their bedroom on silent feet to pad to the next room over, the nursery.

Hannah and Maddie were still asleep, miraculously. And even more miraculously, that was the second night in a row that neither he nor Rose had transferred the babies into their bedroom at some point during the night.

He smiled down at his twins and traced his fingertips across their bald heads. They’d been losing their downy newborn baby hair for weeks and were now properly bald, except for the dusting of blonde-ish peach fuzz. He couldn’t wait to see what color their hair would become. Dark chestnut, like Ainsley? Mousy brown, like Sianin? Something altogether different?

“I love you so much, my darling girls,” he whispered to the babies. “Thank you for being here for Father’s Day. Being your daddy is the best part of my life.”

He rested his forearms against the rail of Hannah’s crib and watched his daughters sleep. It was only when he smelled coffee and cooked bacon that he stepped out of the nursery and into his bedroom. He fluffed out the duvet then crawled atop it as though he’d never left.

A few minutes later, he heard the rattling of dishes and his daughter’s voices coming down the hall. He’d left the door open for them, but he grabbed his phone and stared at the blank screen to give the illusion of surprise when Ainsley and Sianin entered the room.

“Happy Father’s Day!” they both shrieked.

He dropped his phone in mock bewilderment, but the delighted grin on his face wasn’t faked. His heart squeezed in his chest as he beheld two of the people he loved most in the world.

“Thank you,” he said, setting his phone onto the nightstand. He sat up and positioned the pillows to give his back something to rest against. “Oh, that looks and smells wonderful.”

“We were gonna surprise you and Mummy,” Sianin said, “but then Mummy found us and said we should’ve waited for her.”

“Yeah, you two really shouldn’t be using the stove on your own yet,” he agreed. “However, I appreciate the gesture.”

“Go set the food on the bed.” Rose appeared in the doorway, her arms laden with two drowsy infants.

Ainsley and Sianin scurried to the foot of the bed and carefully set the trays down. Eggs and bacon and toast and a steaming cup of coffee. His mouth watered and his stomach gurgled.

“This looks fantastic, thank you.” He gestured for his daughters to get onto the bed. When they did, he pulled them into his arms and pressed kisses across their faces.

They each settled into his side and pulled the food towards them.

“Sian, scoot closer to me so Mummy can sit,” James said, edging closer to Ainsley.

When there was enough room, Rose carefully slid onto the mattress. She opened up the front of her kimono and began coaxing the infants into nursing.

“Daddy, make a plate,” Sianin moaned. “I’m starving.”

“Sianin, be patient,” Rose admonished.

As was tradition, James always got the first bite of their Father’s Day breakfast. He stifled a grin, then began piling food onto one of the four plates balanced on the tray. He slowly and carefully scraped butter and jam across a piece of toast, just to listen to Sianin whine.

“All right, make up a plate,” James said, shoveling a forkful of eggs into his mouth.

Both girls heaped food onto their plates and began scarfing it all down. He frowned as Rose was left indisposed, her arms full of two babies.

“Sianin, wouldn’t it be nice of you to help your mummy get something to eat?” he prompted.

Sianin peered up at him, her cheeks puffed out with a too-large bite of food. She then looked at Rose. Chewing, Sianin grabbed the empty plate and mumbled, “Wha’foo’ant’my?”

“Try that again without your mouth full,” James said.

Sianin huffed and continued chewing for another few seconds before swallowing. “What food d’you want, Mummy?”

“A little bit of everything,” Rose replied. “Try smaller bites next time, Sian.”

Their six-year-old dutifully scooped a little bit of everything onto a plate. “I don’t understand. It’s not like she has a hand to eat with.”

“Then don’t you think it would be nice to offer to help?” James prompted, trying not to get frustrated with his daughter.

“How?” Sianin asked.

“Like this.” He stabbed his fork through a pile of eggs and held it up to Rose’s mouth. Rose rolled her eyes, but accepted the bite of food. He heard her stomach squeal in hunger as she swallowed.

“She’s not a baby,” Sianin grumbled. “Can’t she be patient and wait ‘til the twins are done, then eat?”

“Well, then I think we all ought to stop eating until Mummy can join us, eh?” James challenged.

“Sianin, don’t be a prat,” Ainsley hissed. “If you’re gonna be stupid, swap places with me. I’ll help Mum.”

Sianin’s cheeks went scarlet.

“Ainsley, don’t call your sister rude things,” Rose said.

Ainsley rolled her eyes and ignored her mother. “You’re being selfish and insensitive, Sianin.”

“I don’t see you helping,” Sianin shot back, glaring.

“I just said I would since you can’t be bothered!”

“I think we all need to take a minute and calm down,” James interrupted evenly. “Everyone take five deep breaths. Eyes on me.”

Ainsley and Sianin glared at each other for another second before turning their heads to look at their father. Together, they breathed deeply five times.

“Now, let’s try and be civil?” James suggested. “Sianin, you need to learn to recognize when people need help. Ainsley, you need to be patient with her as she learns this. Encourage her, don’t belittle her. And Sian, an offer of help is not helpful if you’re going to grumble about it.”

“Sorry, Daddy,” Sianin muttered, ducking her eyes.

“Sorry, Dad,” Ainsley echoed. She reached over and touched Sianin’s hand. The six-year-old flipped her hand to lace her fingers through her big sister’s. “Sorry, Sian.”

“M’sorry too.” Sianin hunched her shoulders and turned her head to Rose, but kept her eyes downcast. “Sorry, Mummy. Can I help?”

“Thank you, sweetheart.” Rose leaned down and pressed a kiss to Sianin’s hair. “I can feed myself, but I need you to help me rearrange some pillows and blankets. Can you do that for me?”

“Anything I can do?” Ainsley chimed in.

“Fetch another pillow?” Rose asked, jutting her chin to one of the decorative pillows by the foot of the bed.

Together, Ainsley and Sianin stuffed pillows and blankets under and around the twin’s bodies so that Rose only needed one arm to support them, leaving the other free to feed herself.

James watched with pride, then he pressed a kiss of thanks to his daughters’ temples when they settled back in to eat.

“Your breakfast got cold,” Ainsley said forlornly. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s not your fault. Besides, I’d rather eat cold food and know we all can eat, rather than eat hot food while Mummy can only watch. The delightful art of compromise, eh?”

After everyone was finished eating, Ainsley and Sianin took away the dishes. James heard a bit of clattering as they loaded the dishwasher.

“Of all the days for them to bicker over breakfast,” Rose said, sighing.

“It’s all right. They learned a valuable lesson.”

“I should’ve fed the twins before coming in here.”

“But then over half of my family would’ve been missing for my Father’s Day breakfast, and that is utterly unacceptable.”

Rose cracked a smile and continued nursing the twins.

When Ainsley and Sianin re-entered the bedroom, they were holding homemade cards in their hands. They vaulted onto the bed and vied for his attention to present him their card.

He accepted Ainsley’s first. It was covered in glittery stars, and under the largest center star, she had written “You’re a superstar!” He opened up the card and read, “Happy Father’s Day! Thanks for being my dad. Love you always and forever. Ainsley.”

He hastily blinked away the tears in his eyes and beamed at his eldest. “Thank you, darling. It’s beautiful.”

“My turn!” Sianin said.

“Patience,” he said. He leaned over and embraced Ainsley, kissing her cheek. “Love you loads, Ains.”

He then accepted Sianin’s card. Well, the paper. It wasn’t folded like a card because it would’ve ruined the two upside-down handprints on the front. Above and below the hands were written in Sianin’s messy scrawl, “Hands Down Best Daddy!” At the bottom of the page, as though she’d crammed it in at the last minute, she’d written, “Love, Sianin.”

“Thanks, Sian! I love it!”

He kissed her cheek, and pulled Ainsley and Sianin in for another hug. His heart was overflowing with love and happiness for his family.

“Mummy’s turn,” Rose said, perching on the edge of the mattress after having set the twins in their cots. She presented a small wrapped gift to James.

“Ooh, what is it?” Sianin asked as James accepted it.

“Give me a minute to unwrap it, and we’ll see,” James said.

Judging by the feel of it—hard, sturdy, and somewhat squarish—he thought he already knew what it was. He ripped open the paper and grinned as the back of a picture frame greeted him. He laughed out loud when he flipped it over.

The photo frame was a square, with four square panels along the outside, and one circular one in the center. The four outside panels housed a photo of his daughters individually; the center photo was of him and Rose kissing. Arcing around the center photograph were carved the words “We make beautiful babies”.

He was still chuckling as he admired the gorgeous photos of his family.

“I love it,” he crowed to Rose. He leaned towards her and pressed a smacking kiss to her lips. “Thanks, love.”

oOoOo

As much as James wished he could stay at home forever with his family, the day inevitably came when he needed to return to work. He eased his way back into it by only teaching one class during the summer term.

Rose awoke with James’s alarm, getting the babies fed and changed then getting their eldest children fed and dressed while he showered. She made him a breakfast sandwich and packed lunch that was ready to go by the time he sauntered into the kitchen looking every bit the stereotypical sexy professor. But then again, perhaps she was biased.

“Aww, my sweet little wifey made my lunch for me,” he crooned.

She smacked his chest. “Don’t make me dump your coffee on you. It’s just ‘cos it’s your first day back.”

He giggled and wrapped his arms around her waist, hauling her into him until her back was flush with his chest. He nuzzled his nose into her neck and pressed a line of kisses around the collar of her shirt.

“I appreciate it very much,” he murmured. “Thank you.”

She relaxed in his arms, enjoying the quiet moment with her husband.

“I’ll be home this afternoon,” he said unnecessarily. She already knew his schedule: he lectured every Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday morning from nine until noon, then had office hours from one until three on those days, as well as every Monday and Friday morning. He was lucky to work in such a job that provided such flexible hours.

“I know,” Rose said.

“I’ll have my phone with me. And obviously my arms. Let me know if anything happens, or if you need me to come home.”

“We’ll be fine, James,” she said, dropping her hands to where his were resting on her lower abdomen. She caressed the back of his hand softly, then spun his wedding band around his finger.

“It’s weird returning to work so soon.”

Since she was no longer working, she couldn’t share her maternity leave package with him like she’d been able to when Ainsley and Sianin were born. Granted, he still had been able to take more time off than other fathers, thanks to the university’s excellent leave policy, but it was less than they were accustomed to. “I know. But it’s only part time.”

“Just let me wallow,” he pouted.

She spun in his arms. His hair was neatly coiffed, so different from the ruffled mess he’d favored when he didn’t need to look presentable. She had to stop herself from playing with the neatly-slicked strands.

“No wallowing allowed,” she said. “Only positivity. You love teaching. You love working with students.” She paused. “Are you really that upset to be going back to work?”

“No,” he admitted. “I have missed being at the university. But I’ll miss being home with you and the girls.”

“We’ll miss you too,” Rose answered.

“Make sure you record anything and everything the twins do, especially any firsts,” he said.

“I will,” she assured. She leaned forward and kissed him gently. “Go on. Away with you.”

He rolled his eyes but complied. After a kiss goodbye for his four children, he grabbed his lunch, thermos, bag, and keys before heading out to his car.

His fellow coworkers all greeted him enthusiastically when he entered the science building. He stopped to chat to most of them, updating them all on his kids and promising to show them photos when his hands were free.

His office smelled a little musty from being locked up for the past few months, but the smell soon dissipated when he opened up the window and turned on his fan.

A surprise waited for him when he dug into his bag for his laptop. Nestled beside his computer was a thin, wrapped package. He tore into it, and a note fluttered out.

To help ease the transition and provide a new desk decoration. We love you loads.

Xo Rose xo

He smiled at the small piece of paper, then he turned to his gift. It was a bi-fold photo frame, and when he opened it, his heart lodged in his throat. On one side were Hannah and Maddie, huge smiles lighting up their face; on the other were Rose and their four kids. Rose was sitting and had both twins in her lap, their backs propped up against her belly and her arms securely around their middles. Ainsley and Sianin were sitting at her feet, their arms around each other.

James wondered when Rose had done these photos. They were beautiful. He was slightly frustrated with himself that he hadn’t thought to bring in a photo of the twins to add to the collection in his office, but of course Rose had thought of it for him.

He grabbed a pen off his desk and wrote to his soulmate. “I love my gift. Thank you so much, Rose.”

Yay! Glad you found it, and glad you like it!

“I love it,” he corrected, underlining the word. “I can say with near-perfect accuracy that I have the most beautiful family in the entire world.”

Damn right, you do ;) James chuckled. Okay, I’ll let you get back to work. I love you. See you tonight.

“Love you.”

A knock against his open door startled James. He looked up and saw his best work friend, Mark, leaning against the door frame.

“Hey, James,” Mark said warmly. “Welcome back. How’s the family.”

“Wonderful,” James replied. He beckoned them into his office, and thrust his new photo frame into Mark’s hands.

“Wow. They’re beautiful,” Mark breathed. “Er… remind me which twin is which?”

James laughed and pointed out his daughters. “That’s Hannah. And that’s Maddie.”

“They’ve gotten so big,” Mark said.

“Yep! Nearly four months old, now,” James said. “How are your little ones doing?”

Mark reached into his back pocket for his phone, and the two men spent the next few minutes swapping photos and tales of their family.

“Oh, crap,” Mark muttered when he noted the time. “I gotta go lecture.”

“What class have you got this summer?” James asked.

“Computation,” Mark groaned. “I’ve scanned the roster… half of the class is comprised of students who didn’t pass it last term.”

“Ooh, good luck,” James said with a sympathetic grimace.

Mark pocketed his phone and turned for the door. However, he spun around and said, “Oh, before I forget, a group of us are going out for dinner and drinks on Friday.”

“I should be free,” James said. “Though I need to check with Rose to see if she minds being left with four kids for an evening.”

“Just let me know. I gotta go.”

With that, James was left alone in his office to get himself ready for his lecture tomorrow.

oOoOo

On the night that James went out for dinner and drinks with his work friends, Rose spent the night in with her daughters. They twins were in a particularly calm mood, giving Rose plenty of uninterrupted time with her eldest children.

They ordered takeaway—pizza for the girls and Thai for Rose—then sang karaoke late into the night. The girls were pink-cheeked and sweaty from all of their improvised dance routines by the time Rose began to tell them to wind down for bed. It was already a half hour after the girls’ usual bedtime.

“Can’t we stay up and wait for Dad?” Ainsley pleaded.

“He’s going to be out for another few hours,” Rose lied. Truthfully, she had no idea what time James would be home. “Go on. Sianin, shower. Ains, start getting ready for bed; I’ll come tuck you in when I’ve put Sianin down.”

“Can I get a shower before bed? I feel a little gross.”

“Sure, a quick one after your sister is done.” Rose looked to Sianin. “A quick shower, missy.”

Sianin had a tendency to take twice as long as she should, namely because she tended to sing and dance when she should be washing.

“Ainsley, can you help me clean up?” Rose asked when Sianin marched down the hall.

An hour later, Rose was finally alone. It was nearing ten o’clock, and James had given no indication that he was on his way home. While she missed him and wanted to see him before she went to bed, she was glad he went out with his mates.

“I’m going to bed,” Rose wrote on her wrist. “I’ve locked up but left the kitchen light on for you. See you when you get in.”

James didn’t respond, but that didn’t concern her. After giving the twins their nighttime feed, she settled them into the nursery, then got herself ready for bed. She was asleep mere seconds after her head hit the pillow.

She wasn’t sure how long she’d been asleep when she heard James come home. Though he had taken great care to be quiet, there was nothing he could do to muffle the noise of the pipes as he took a shower.

Either she fell asleep again, or James had taken a two-minute shower, because her husband soon slipped into bed beside her. He smelled amazing. The scent of his shampoo and soap wafted around her, making her impossibly drowsier.

However, something felt… off. The room was charged and tension radiated from James. Before she could ask him what was wrong, he murmured her name. It was almost too quiet to hear, presumably because he hadn’t wanted to wake her if she’d actually been asleep.

Well, she wasn’t asleep.

“Yeah, love?” she asked, turning her head to look at him. She could barely make out his features in the dark, but his body was wound tight as a spring.

“Can we have a cuddle?” he whispered.

“Yeah, ‘course. Backwards or forwards?”

“Conventional spooning is fine.”

He wriggled up to her and pressed his body flush against hers and twined his arms around her middle until she was thoroughly anchored to him. She could feel the desperation in the embrace, and her heart squeezed. She leaned her head back into his chest and rested her hand on his arm, tracing small paths up and down his skin.

She let him hold her for a long moment before she asked, “What’s the matter, James?”

He was silent for a beat, with his nose buried into her neck. He brushed a gentle kiss to her skin, making goosebumps prickle across her body, before he said, “I got into a row with my mates. Well, one of them.”

“Oh, no. I’m sorry. Want to tell me about it?”

“Rodney and his wife are getting a divorce. That was why we all went out for drinks. I only found out when I got there,” he said. “But evidently I wasn’t being sympathetic or understanding enough.”

Rose frowned. “That doesn’t sound like you,” she said carefully.

“Rodney had been having an affair. His wife found out about it and threw him out of the house. And I just…” He shrugged helplessly. “I couldn’t manage to feel sorry for Rodney. Because how could he do that to his wife, y’know? How could he do that? He made a vow to love her always, to be faithful to her. I don’t understand how he could just… have sex with someone else.”

Rose gave his hands a squeeze, then shifted in his arms so she could face him. There was a prominent furrow between his brows, and she reached up to brush his fringe away from his forehead and to smooth her thumb across the deep line.

“You and I are so very lucky to be soulmated and dedicated to each other,” Rose said, tracing her fingertips across the planes of his face.

“Does that matter?” James snapped. “Is Rodney to be so easily forgiven or dismissed for his infidelity because he and his wife aren’t soulmates?”

“Of course not,” Rose said patiently, knowing James didn’t mean for his words to be so sharp. “I just meant that not everyone else is as lucky as we are. What we have together is so rare and so special; I cherish it every single day.”

The fight seemed to go out of him in a rush. “I’m sorry.”

She didn’t reply; she merely continued to stroke his face with her fingertips. The rough stubble on his jaw scraped her skin.

After a silent minute, James spoke. “Even if we weren’t soulmated, I could never cheat on you. Even if we were just married and didn’t have the soulbond, I could never cheat on you. And even if it wasn’t you… I could never sleep with someone other than the person I was in a relationship with.”

Rose ran her fingers through James’s hair and pressed slow kisses to his corners of his mouth. He turned his head so that on the next press of her lips, he caught them head on. She hummed against his mouth as he kissed her deeply, threading his fingers through her hair to hold her closer.

When they broke apart, James croaked, “I can’t imagine having sex with anyone but you.”

Rose breathed a laugh. “That’s reassuring.”

“Honestly, Rose. I literally… I cannot even fathom it. Does that make me odd? That I can’t even fantasize about anybody but you? I… perhaps I should be embarrassed to admit this, but I don’t think I could… y’know… get an erection to even have sex with another person.”

Warmth shot through her chest as she fell in love with her husband, her soulmate, her best friend, all over again.

“I love you. With all my heart, James. I love that you are so completely, wonderfully, wholly devoted to me.” She leaned up and brushed a kiss to his lips. “And if it makes you feel better… I can’t imagine having sex with anyone but you, either. You’re the only one for me. And you’re a damn good shag. There’s no one on earth who could do sex better than you, so why would I want to demote myself from the sex god I’ve already got in my bed.”

That did the trick. James barked out a surprised, pleased laugh, which dissolved into a round of giggles from the both of them. The tension melted away from his face as his face lit up in happiness and amusement.

“Oh, you impossible woman. I love you.” He pecked a kiss to her lips but then said, “Do you ever worry that you’re not as good at sex as you could be?”

“Er… no, but now you’ve got me slightly worried, thanks.”

“Oh! No! No, no, no!” His eyes widened, as though he realized how the words came out. “God, no! You’re bloody fantastic in bed, Rose.”

“Ohhh-kay,” she said slowly.

“I just meant… you and I, we’ve only ever had each other as sexual partners; therefore, we literally only have each other as a reference. And who knows. We could be absolutely rubbish at sex, and neither of us would know the difference.”

Rose rolled her eyes. “James. If you were any better in bed, I think you would make me pass out when I come.”

A high-pitched cackle bubbled up his throat, and he beamed.

“Seriously, though. You make me come, what, at least twice before you ever do. And sometimes we don’t even stop with one for you. God, James, sex with you is… it’s amazing, love. It feels so, so good and when we’ve finished, there is no part of me that is left wanting. You fulfill my sexual appetite so completely. And more than that, you satiate my emotional desires, too. I get to share my body and my pleasure with my best friend and love of my life. So no, I don’t worry that we’re rubbish at sex, because there is no bloody way we could be any better at it.”

He smiled at her and tugged her closer for another hug. “You’re extraordinary. I love you. Thank you for indulging my daft worries and making me feel better.”

“Anytime. I never want you to have any doubts about anything in our relationship.”

“I didn’t really have genuine doubts,” he said. “But my brain… well, you know how it can get.”

Rose pressed a kiss to his forehead. “I know. So I will continue to tell you how loved you are and how happy I am to have you as my soulmate.”

“Thank you.” He nuzzled his lips into her neck to press gentle kisses to it. “How was your night with the kids?”

She hummed and tilted her head back to give him a bit more room as pleasant tingles rippled down her spine.

“Good,” she answered. “Ordered food. Had a karaoke night.”

“I’m sorry I missed it,” he whispered, tugging aside the collar of her shirt to continue his parade of kisses. “Rose…”

When he didn’t say anything, she prompted, “Yes?”

“Never mind,” he said, returning the collar of her shirt and smoothing it out.

She frowned as the delicious goosebumps that had broken out across her skin vanished. She shuffled to get into a position to better see him, but her thigh brushed against something stiff between his legs. She smirked and pressed her thigh snugly between his legs. He hissed.

“I assume your question had something to do with this?” she asked, wiggling her leg for emphasis.

She reached up and brushed his hair away from his forehead. He took her hand in his and brought it to his lips to plant a kiss across each of her knuckles. “I dunno. I’m… I just… I feel… sad. I’m sad that I got into a fight with my friends. And I’m lonely even though you’re literally right here in my arms. But my heart just… hurts.”

Rose wrapped her arm around his shoulders and leaned forward to kiss him tenderly. His hand went to the back of her head, cradling it as he returned the soft pressure.

“I love you,” she murmured between kisses. “With everything I am, I love you.”

“I love you, too,” he rasped, desperately tugging her closer. “Please… can we… can I make love to you?”

Rose nodded her consent then began wriggling out of her pajamas while James did the same. They were naked within seconds, and they twined together once more. There was not an inch of them that wasn’t touching the other.

They spent the next several minutes kissing each other and letting their hands wander anywhere they could reach. Rose tried to pour all of her love for James into her kisses and touches, which he reciprocated tenfold.

Their lovemaking was slow and leisurely, as if it wasn’t midnight and they had all the time in the world. James worshipped her, just as she worshipped him, bringing each other to the pinnacle of pleasure that left them breathless and trembling.

“Are you all right?” Rose asked in the afterglow, running her fingers through his slightly damp hair.

“Yeah. I’m sorry. I’m feeling out of sorts, I guess.” He sighed and nuzzled closer. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you. And keep you up.”

“Did you hear me complaining?”

“The opposite, rather,” he teased, and Rose was glad to hear the smile in his voice. “I distinctly remember you telling me “don’t stop”. Several times.”

“Quite full of yourself, aren’t you?” she asked, pinching his side.

He squirmed and batted her hand away. “Not as full as you were of myself.”

Rose groaned. “Oh, that was so bad.”

He giggled into her ear, and she echoed the sound.

They were quiet for a few minutes, each of them drawing lazy lines across each other’s backs, until James broke the silence. “I’m not looking forward to going to work on Monday.”

“I’m sorry. Do you see Rodney a lot in the office?”

“He’s the office beside mine,” James lamented.

“How about you wait and see how it plays out? When you’re not both drunk and your emotions have cooled…”

“I wasn’t drunk,” James huffed. “He bloody was, though. But it’s not just him. It was like everyone ganged up on me for being a wanker. I’m not the one who’d been cheating on my wife for months. Mark was the only one who seemed to have my back. Though he more or less stayed out of the discussion.”

Rose held him tighter. “I’m sorry.”

“Me too,” he lamented. “Me too.”

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thehelleniclunarwitch · 4 years

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Oh To Be a Barton (Chapter One)

Here's some more shit posting. This is my unfinished oc story that follows Barney and Clint Barton and their younger sister, Emily.

Hope you enjoy!

Tagged: @justgrits

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Barney picked up the beer bottles that littered the living room floor. Clint had just placed their baby sister, Emily, into her crib for bedtime. The boys had been ordered to clean the living room and kitchen before their parents had returned to check on them. The two of them were going to have to hurry to clean the house. Emily, who had just turned three a few days ago, fought bedtime. The toddler wanted to stay up with Clint. Barney wanted to tell Clint ‘I told you so’ because his younger brother spoiled their sister too much.

Clint had finally been able to get their sister to agree to let Clint lay with her until she fell asleep. Barney left his brother to the baby part and he began attacking the mess in the living room. He had just tossed the bag of beer bottles out into the garbage when Clint came out of Emily’s bedroom.

“Did she finally go down?” Barney asked.

“Yeah, it didn’t take her long to fall asleep.” Clint said.

“You know you’ve got to stop babying her.” Barney stated.

“Don’t Barney.” Clint sighed.

Barney watched his younger brother go into the kitchen and start cleaning. Both of them had to do a lot of growing up in the past three years. Life had always been rough with their alcoholic father and their unsympathetic mother. However, when their sister was born three years ago, the boys had to step up their responsibility. He couldn’t really blame Clint for spoiling Emily. Their father, Harold, wanted nothing to do with her, and their mother, Edith, was too high out of her mind to take care of the baby.

Both he and Clint had to step up and take care of her. Neither of them had any idea how to properly take care of a baby, but they did the best that they could. Barney thought that she had come out okay. She started walking around nine months and at a year she was already stringing words together in a small sentences. Emily followed Clint around wherever he went and liked to mimic him. She had picked up a few words that weren’t appropriate for a three year old, but she was just too cute saying them.

“If we don’t finish I’ll take the blame for it.” Clint finally spoke from the kitchen.

“We’re in this together, Clint.” Barney said.

“Not this time. I’ll take the blame.” Clint said.

“How about we don’t worry about that right now.” Barney replied.

Clint said nothing as he turned back towards the sink and continued washing the dishes. Barney let out a sigh as he filled another bag full of bottles. Once the bottles were finally cleared away he went and retrieved the vacuum from the closet. Thankfully, Emily was a hard sleeper so the sound of their noisy vacuum wouldn’t wake her. Barney made it a quick job and then returned the vacuum to its home. After making sure that the living room was completely cleaned he hurried into the kitchen to help Clint finish up.

Barney knew that his parents would be home soon. Their cleaning and homework both had to be finished by the time their parents got home. Clint’s homework was finished up while Barney fed himself and Emily dinner. When it was bathtime, Clint took over baby duty letting Barney catch up on his homework. Clint was putting away the last of the dishes and Barney was just placing the mop back on the hook when their parent’s car pulled into the driveway.

Clint looked up at his brother with wide eyes.The boys tossed the wet towel and dishrag into the dirty hamper before bolting into their shared bedroom. Barney had just closed their door when they heard the front door open. Neither of them bothered with slipping out of their clothes. They dove into their beds and pulled the covers up over their faces. Seconds later, their door burst open and the light flicked on. The boys stayed frozen solid trying so hard to not even to breathe.

“Boys.” Their father’s harsh voice snarled.

Slowly, both boys peeled back their covers and looked at their drunken father. Barney could smell the whiskey from his bed. They watched their father with wide eyes as he stumbled into the middle of their bedroom.

“Ya did a fine job.” Harold said with a hiccup.

“Yer mother and I are gonna head back out to the bar. Go on to bed and stay in bed.” Harold order.

“Yes sir.” Barney said.

“Make sure you keep an ear out for your sister.” Edith said and the boys nodded.

“Goodnight my babies.” Edith cooed, neither boy wished her goodnight.

Harold followed behind his wife, slamming the door behind him, and both boys flopped back against their bed. Rolling over, Clint faced the wall and squeezed his eyes shut. He wished he could wake up in a safer place. Somewhere they didn’t have to be afraid of their father and where Emily could grow up without having to be yelled at every ten minutes. If only wishes could come true.

Barney held Emily propped up on his hip. Clint stood next to him as they watched the police cars pull into their driveway. Emily rubbed at her sleepy eyes and clung to Barney’s shirt as the trio watched two, big, police officers walk up towards their front door. When Barney moved to answer the door, Clint latched onto the back of his shirt and followed close behind his brother.

Barney had found it weird that they had been able to sleep through the whole night. Most nights when their father came back from the bar drunk off his rocker he woke the boys up wanting them to do some ungodly chore at the butt crack of dawn. When Barney woke up to the sun shining in his eyes he knew that something was off. He woke Clint from his bed and was just pulling Emily out of her crib when Clint had come running back to him saying that there were police cars in the driveway.

Opening the door, Barney hiked his sister further up his hip. The two officers gave the three Barton children large smiles. Barney was worried and Clint was wary of the officers. They weren’t supposed to open the door for anyone, but this had to be an exception, right? It was the police.

“Barney Barton?” The man asked.

“Yes, sir.” Barney replied.

“Mine name is Officer Kevin Hale and this is my partner, Officer James O’Neal. Mind if we come in and talk to you?” Kevin asked.

“We’re not supposed to let anyone into the house.” Clint said from behind his brother.

“Ah, you must be Clint, right?” Kevin asked.

Clint nodded his head before shying back behind his brother. Barney reached behind him and patted his brother on the head before placing the hand back under his sister to help support her.

“Listen, sir, we’re not really supposed to be talking with strangers. Our dad doesn’t like that.” Barney spoke.

“Actually, Barney, this is about your dad and your mom.” Kevin said.

“Did they get arrested again, sir?” Barney asked.

“Again?” James said in disbelief.

Barney nodded. “Yes, sir.”

“Um, no son, actually we have some bad news about your parents.” Kevin said calmly.

“Bad news?” Barney asked in confusion.

“Son, your parents were in a car accident early this morning on their way home.” Kevin explained.

“Are they alright? Can we go and see them?” Barney asked.

James sighed. “Son, listen, I’m real sorry, but your parents didn’t make it out of the accident alive.”

“Our parents are gone? For good?” Barney asked.

“Yes, that’s right.” James answered.

Barney glanced down at Clint, they were only two years apart, but this morning Clint looked like he was four and afraid all over again. Barney turned back to stare at his big, brown eyed sister. He pressed a kiss to her chubby cheeks.

“What will happen to us sir?” Barney asked.

“Do you have any family?” Kevin asked.

“No sir,” Barney said with a shake of his head.

“Then you’re going to have to come with us until we can figure out exactly what the state wants to do with you.” Kevin said.

With that being said, Kevin and James led the three Barton children back into their home. Barney and Clint both worked quickly to pack them a bag and throw some things together for Emily as well. The two police officers waited patiently for the boys to gather up their things.

“Barney,” Clint whispered.

Yes, the boys had to grow up quickly, but they were still only eight and ten. Clint’s eyes were round like saucers as he stared up at his big brother. Barney could see the worry lining Clint’s face. Barney reached and pulled his brother in for a hug.

“Everything is going to be okay Clint.” Barney said.

“Are you sure?” Clint asked.

“Of course! We have each other.” Barney said forcing a smile.

Both police officers led the three Barton children out to their squad card. Barney noticed how their neighbors had come out of their homes and were watching the scene carefully. Barney lifted his head and held it high as he waited for Clint to climb into the backseat. Once Clint was settled he handed Emily over to him and then slid next to his brother. Officer Hale closed the door before sliding into the driver’s seat.

The ride to the police station wasn’t really all that long, but it felt like it had taken days to get there. The weight of the situation was starting to barge down on Barney. They had no family to take them in so the only situation left was for the three children to be placed into an orphanage. Barney started to panic at that thought. He couldn’t bear the thought of being separated from his siblings. He wasn’t stupid. Most families didn’t want already grown up boys, but just a little three year old, yeah they would all be fighting to adopt Emily. Barney was going to have to come up with some kind of plan to keep the three of them together.

When the officers let them out of the squad car, Barney slid out first and then pulled out Emily. When Officer Hale offered to take Emily from him, Barney politely turned him down. Sure, he was a police officer, but Barney didn’t know him and he didn’t trust him with his baby sister. Holding onto Emily and keeping a stiff hand on Clint’s shoulder, Barney followed the two officers into the police station.

Officer Hale led them down a long hallway and into a cold room. Clint took Emily from Barney and sat with her of the floor. In her bag, he pulled out a pair of clothes and started changing her out of her pajamas. Barney and the two police officers stared at each other for several long seconds.

“Do you kids want some breakfast?” Officer O’Neal asked.

“Sure.” Barney answered.

“I’ll be right back then.” Officer O’Neal said before excusing himself.

“You don’t have to keep tiptoeing around me. I know what’s going to happen.” Barney finally gave in.

“Oh you do?” Officer Hale asked.

“Yeah,” Barney answered with a shrug of his shoulders. “We have no family or friends who would take us in. You’re going to put us in an orphanage.”

“That’s what it looks like.” Officer Hale confirmed.

“They won’t separate us.” Barney snarled.

“I think the judge will agree with that statement.” Officer Hale replied.

“You think so?” Barney asked hopeful.

“Most cases when it comes to siblings, the judges like to keep the family together.” Officer Hale answered.

“Do you think we’d get adopted?” Barney asked.

“I don’t see why not. You’re a good bunch of kids with good heads on your shoulders.” Officer Hale replied.

Barney looked back at his newly dressed sister who was laughing at Clint who was blowing raspberries onto her stomach. She giggled as she wrapped her hands into his sandy brown hair. Clint looked up at Emily with large, happy eyes, Barney sighed and looked back at Officer Hale.

“They’re all I have.” Barney said.

Officer Hale placed a hand on Barney’s shoulder. “You have nothing to worry about.”

Their conversation was cut short when Officer O’Neal appeared with a plateful of donuts and cups of juice. Barney didn’t really want to fill their three year old sister with so much sugar so early in the morning, but they didn’t have any other choices. Clint stood and brought Emily over to the small table. The three children sat around the table and ate their breakfast.

Both police officers stayed with the kids keeping up the conversation. Barney was a little annoyed at how well Emily took to the officers. He had to remind himself that she was three and didn’t know any better. Barney watched carefully, as Emily broke off another piece of her soggy donut and held it out to Officer Hale. The man smiled, not even flinching at the sogginess of the donut, and gobbled it up in one bite while gently chewing on Emily’s fingers making her laugh.

Clint kept one hand on Emily’s back as she sat in the middle of the table playing with the officers. He took a side glance at his brother who was sitting, not touching his food, and watching the officers with a careful eye. Clint finished his juice before pushing the rest of the donuts away from him. He looked up when Emily let out a loud pitched giggle as Officer O’Neal tickled at her feet. Everyone looked up when the door to the small room opened. There was a man standing in a suit with a tall, blonde woman, with a soft smile on her face.

Officer Hale and O’Neal stood and went over to the pair. Barney heard the word Chief as the officers greeted the man. The lady walked cautiously over to the Barton siblings. She lowered herself down into the chair slowly as she kept her eyes on the children. Emily quickly backed away from the strange woman and into Barney’s arms. Barney lifted her and placed his sister on his lap. The three Barton children stared at the lady together.

“Hi.” She greeted, her voice was warm and kind.

“Hello.” Barney finally replied.

“My name is Amanda Winston and I’m the lady in charge of the Winston Orphanage.” Amanda explained.

“You were named after the orphanage” Clint asked in confusion.

Amanda let out a soft chuckle. “Actually, no the orphanage was named after my family. My great-great grandfather created it.”

“Oh.” Clint whispered.

“I know that a lot of stuff has happened in the past few hours. More than likely you’re scared and upset about the loss of your parents.” Amanda began.

“Our father was a cruel drunk and our mother was a druggie who was being played like a fool.” Barney snarled.

“Oh,” Amanda said in surprise as she glanced back at the officers.

“Don’t bother with them. They don’t know nothing. Our teachers at school knew and tried reporting it, but the police never believed them.” Barney snapped.

“I am sorry that you were submitted,” Amanda was interrupted.

“We don’t need your sympathy.” Barney hissed.

“Right,” Amanda sighed. “You’ve been taking care of your brother and sister for some time, haven’t you?”

“yes ma'am.” Barney answered.

“I promise you that’s not going to change.” Amanda said.

“Can you really promise that?” Clint asked.

Amanda looked down at the other boy. “I promise you that I am going to try my hardest to find you the perfect family.”

“Boys,” The other man said coming over to join Amanda.

“Sir,” Barney greeted him.

“My name is Chief Deaton Matthews.” He introduced. “Trust me when I say that Amanda is very capable of finding you a good home. She runs one of the best orphanages around.”

“Sir,” Barney spoke. “All I want is for me to be able to stay with my brother and sister and live in a home where we won’t have to fear for our lives.”

“That’s our plan. We’re going to get you into one of the best homes available.” Chief Deaton replied.

With that being said, Chief Deaton walked Amanda and the kids out to her car. She had tried taking Emily from Barney to place her in the car seat, but the older boy refused and did the job himself. Amanda let it go for now. It wasn’t a battle worth fighting. Everything was too new for all of them and why would he accept her help? The boy had obviously been taking care of these kids for a long time and all of this just came so natural to him.

Both officers were there to say goodbye to the kids. Clint’s heart was racing as he climbed into the back of the car. Barney shook the officer’s hands and bid them farewell before he climbed in on the other side of their sister’s car seat. Chief Deaton wished them luck and then closed the door. Amanda shook hands with the Chief before she got in behind the steering wheel. She looked back at the kids and gave them a smile. Turning back around she buckled up and pulled out of the police station.

Clint turned around in his seat and looked back at the three men. He waved goodbye to them and they all waved back to him. Sighing, he turned back around in his seat and then grabbed onto Emily’s hand. Their sister yawned, her head slumped over and the young girl was fast asleep. Clint looked over to his brother. Barney reached over his sister and fluffed Clint’s hair.

He had wished that he could tell his brother that everything would be okay, but he couldn’t. They had finally escaped the torments of their home, but now they had new challenges coming. At least, Barney thought to himself, he wasn’t going to have to face the unknown by himself. No matter what was about to happen for he and his siblings they were going to face this together and take on the future together. They were always going to have each other and that’s all that mattered.

Two long years had gone by and it was the same routine every day. Barney got his brother and sister up. He kept a watchful eye over Clint who spent most of his days chasing after Emily. The five year old was smart as a whip and gave her brothers a run for their money. Amanda was a great lady. Her orphanage was friendly and the few other kids that were there were all nice. The three siblings never had to fear about the wrath or getting beaten for stepping out of line. Amanda ran her orphanage with love and kindness.

Amanda homeschooled all of the children. She was a great teacher. Barney and Clint both found themselves learning more than they ever did in a public school setting. Emily and another little boy were the same age and the youngest at the orphanage. Amanda worked the hardest with them. Emily and Ryder both knew their letters and sounds. Emily blew Amanda out of the water when she started to read the same small chapter books that Clint had been assigned to reading.

Overall, Barney was pretty satisfied with Amanda and her orphanage. She kept her promise about keeping the Barton siblings together. Over the past two years there had been several families interested in Emily and surprisingly Clint, but of course nobody wanted a pre-teen like Barney. Every time a family came to visit and spent a little too much time looking or trying to talk with Emily, Amanda swooped right in and explained that Emily had two older siblings and that they wanted the siblings to go together, but none of the families ever took the bait.

He could tell that all of that was taking a toll on Amanda. Barney had overheard several conversations that Amanda had had on the phone. She was getting grief from somebody about the Barton children still being there. Amanda had tried explaining that she wanted to keep the siblings together, but whoever she was talking to just didn’t care that they were siblings and that Amanda needed to concentrate on getting the kids into a home.

Clint wasn’t stupid. He knew something was bothering his brother and it didn’t take him long to figure out what it was exactly. Clint had brought up about what was best for Emily and that maybe they should just let Emily be adopted by a family that would give her the best future. A part of Barney wanted to agree. Emily deserved more than growing up in an orphanage, but a bigger part of him was too selfish. She was his sister. Clint was his brother. He was damn well determined to keep them all to himself.

It was Clint and his obsession with a traveling circus’s brochure that had inspired the idea in Barney. One night after both Clint and Emily were fast asleep, Barney read the brochure cover to cover. He read every detailed and examined every picture. The owner of the Traveling Wonders was a beautiful older woman and she looked like a nice lady. Maybe, just maybe, they could travel with them and work for them to keep a roof over their heads and food in their stomachs. If they were to go there they wouldn’t have to ever worry about being separated.

“Are you crazy?” Clint said around a mouthful of cereal.

“Shush!” Barney hissed at his younger brother.

Emily looked up from her own bowl of cereal, but when neither of her brothers said anything, she went back to eating breakfast. Both boys were sitting there glaring at each other. Amanda walked by the three siblings greeted them with a smile and then quickly left them alone in the kitchen to finish up their breakfast.

“Clint, this is our best option.” Barney said.

“Um no it really isn’t.” Clint replied.

“So, what? You really do want to sit here and let them tear us apart one by one?” Barney asked him.

“No, of course I don’t want to be separated.” Clint hissed.

“Then this is what we need to do.” Barney said.

“Have you even thought about the chance about them turning us away or sending us back here?” Clint asked.

“Yeah, I have a plan B.” Barney said.

“Oh yeah, what’s that?” Clint asked.

“We just live on the streets.” Barney answered.

“We’re not Aladdin, Barney!” Clint growled.

“Clint, come on!” Barney groaned. “You know this is what we have to do.”

Clint shoveled another spoonful of cereal into his mouth. Emily finished up her breakfast, put her bowl in the sink, and then left her brothers to keep arguing as she went searching for her friend, Ryder. Clint angrily chewed at his cereal as he thought about Barney’s plan. It was crazy of them to leave a safe place to join a traveling circus just so the three of them could stay together, right? But then the more he thought about it, Clint didn’t want to grow up without his brother and his sister. He appreciated all of the work that Amanda was doing, but everyone had a breaking point. One day they were going to have to be separated. Clint groaned inwardly and tossed down his spoon. Barney looked down at his brother.

“What’s the plan?” Clint asked finally giving in.

Emily groaned as Barney lifted her from her bed. Clint’s backpack clung to his back. In his left hand Emily’s own backpack that was stuffed full dangled from his fingers. Barney’s own backpack hung from his back. He whispered in Emily’s ear that everything was okay and to stay asleep. The boys stayed very still as they waited for Emily to nuzzle back into Barney’s neck and fall back asleep. When they knew she was sleeping once again the boys started to make their way through the orphanage.

Barney led them to the kitchen where the back door led to the side street. Clint held his breath as Barney unlocked the locks. The clicking noise was loud and echoed through the kitchen. Barney waited several moments before opening the door. He pushed Clint out ahead of him before stepping out and quietly closing the door behind him. Outside it was warm, but their skin was dotted with a chilly mist. They stood there in disbelief at how easily it was for them to leave.

When Amanda hadn’t come running out chasing them down, the brothers quickly walked away from the orphanage and down the street. Traveling Wonders was only in town for one more night so they had to make it out to them tonight. The Barton brothers ran down the darkened streets towards the opposite end of town where Traveling Wonders was set up. They stayed away from the lamp posts and made their way down the darkened lane.

The boys were both out of breath by the time they had reached Traveling Wonders. They stared up at the large place with wide eyes. Barney finally patted Clint on the shoulder and then pointed to a trailer that had a big gold star plastered on the front of it. The boys walked over to the trailer and stared at it for a few minutes before Barney finally lifted his hand and knocked. Several lights flicked on and they could hear someone shuffling their feet on the floor as they made their way to answer it. The door opened revealing a very tall woman with wild red hair. She was lean, but her arms rippled with muscles. She placed her hands on her hips as she glared down at the reason that had interrupted her sleep. Her face softened when she saw the three children standing before her.

“Ma’m.” Barney said.

“Oh man not more runaways. Listen kids, I don’t take in runaways.” She said.

“Please, Ms. Carson,” Barney pleaded.

“I can’t be having that responsibility.” She said.

“Just give us a chance to prove to you that we can be a help to you.” Barney said.

“What about her?” Ms. Carson asked pointing towards the sleeping girl.

“She’ll stay out of your way. Em never leaves Clint’s side anyways.” Barney answered.

Ms. Carson narrowed her eyes at the children. “You have two days to prove your worth.”

Barney smiled. “Thank you.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m only weak. Now get in here before you catch a cold in that rain.” Ms. Carson said.

Barney and Clint allowed for Ms. Carson to yank them into her trailer. She made the boys take warm showers and then change into dry clothes. While the boys were busy warming up, she had peeled Emily out of her wet pajamas without waking her, drying her off, and then wrapping her up in a blanket. Marcella knew that she was out of her damned mind for taking the kids in, but she was a sucker for kids. Marcella also knew that whoever they belonged to would come and get them before they had to leave tomorrow night.

Marcella would play their game for the night and tomorrow, but then be more than happy to send them on their merry way with whomever comes to retrieve them. Marcella made a bed for the young girl on the couch and placed her there to sleep. She made two more beds on the floor for the boys. They came back out and stood there staring at Marcella.

“Sleep for now. We’ll talk in the morning.” She said.

“Thank you, Ms. Carson.” Barney said.

“It’s Marcella and you’re welcome.” Marcella replied.

Marcella said nothing else as she disappeared back into her bedroom leaving the boys alone. Clint checked on Emily before crawling into one of the makeshift beds on the floor. Barney lay down next to his brother. The boys lay on their sides facing each other.

“We are going to be okay, Clint.” Barney said.

“Yeah, I hope so.” Clint replied.

Barney reached out ruffle his brother’s wet hair. “Trust me, we’ll always be together.”

Clint didn’t reply. Instead he rolled around so he was facing the couch. Emily’s hand dangled in front of his face. He reached up and held it in his larger one. He was scared out of his mind. All Clint wanted the most was for him and his family to be safe and happy. Clint was worried that his big brother had finally lost it, but for now only time would tell and Clint was just going to trust that they really did what was best for them. Maybe Barney was right and they would finally be safe and happy. Maybe.

#Clint Barton #Barney Barton #original character #MCU au #I bend things to my will because I can

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foreverandalwayshttyd · 5 years

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happy first Mother’s Day to Astrid! Since no official account posted about her it’s up to the fandom to celebrate her because clearly she loves her little beans more than life itself. So enjoy this fluffy haddock family/momstrid drabble that was so pure and fun to wright.

A Playful Mom is the Best Mom

Hiccup ran his calloused hands through his rustled auburn hair. He huffed in exasperation as he flipped through his notes. Peace treaty. Trade routes. Building plans. The list went on, and the little candle on his desk started to flicker in the dark room. He moaned in exhaustion as he massaged his temple. "Dad, I don't know how you did it....."

He looked up at a little drawing Zephyr had made for him a couple of weeks ago, pinned up on the wall above his desk. He smiled. It was a rough sketch of their family, all of their heads looked a little misshaped, but other than that he was proud to say that she was improving on the bodies. The lopsided grins they wore in the sketch made him chuckle. There was an orange glow against the rough paper, and his thoughts shifted from work to his family. Astrid should've put the kids to bed by now, and he wondered why she hadn't come downstairs yet.

He hoisted himself up out of his chair, and made his way to the staircase that led upstairs. His prosthetic clicked with each step he took, and he finally ascended to the second floor. He quietly walked over to Zephyr's room, as that's where they would usually get ready for bed and then Nuffink would trot off to his room.

He creaked the door open slowly just in case they were asleep. He was surprised when his eyes met an empty bed and a dark room which the moonlight shone through the little crevices in the walls. He pursed his lips and cocked his brow in confusion. He scurried over to Nuffink's room but found it to be empty as well. He stroked his beard in puzzlement, the worst possible situations coming to mind. What if they were kidnapped? What if he was so caught up with his chiefly duties he didn't even notice them leave? What if-

His racing thoughts were interrupted by a tiny giggle that came from him and Astrid's room. He mentally slapped himself as he realized that was the one room he hadn't checked, and it'd make sense that they'd be in there. He swiftly rushed to the door of their room, and turned the knob slightly, just to have a little peek into the room.

"Then what happened Momma!" Zephyr urged her mother to continue with her big blue wondrous eyes. She was nestled beside her mother in bed, her mother's arm draped around her. "Yeah wha' happen Momma!" Nuffink bounced excitedly next to his mother, making the bed creak when he made any sudden movement.

Astrid chuckled and rustled her son's hair, getting him to calm down a little. "I'll tell you on one condition. You two need to go to bed after this, okay? It's way past your bedtime." She said playfully tapping Zephyr's nose earning a little giggle from her. "We will! Tell us what happened!" She looked up at her mother with pleading eyes. Nuffink nestled into her side and Astrid pulled him closer.

"There we were, face to face with the most ferocious looking dragon ever! It's hot breath made my skin prickle with goosebumps!" If only she could mentally lodge in her brain forever what their little faces looked liked as she retold her encounter with a dragon she and Hiccup had been trapped with. Their eyes sparkled with wonder, and their tiny plump lips were parted slightly. "We were trapped, no where to run to, and Toothless had already been captured, like I already mentioned. The only thing we could do was try and tame the dragon....

"So daddy reached out his hand, like this...." Astrid placed her hand on Nuffink's forehead as she closed her eyes and Nuffink started to squeal hysterically. Zephyr couldn't control her giggles because of how silly her mom looked, and how her brother almost doubled over with laughs. Astrid tried to remain serious to show just how serious their situation was, but she couldn't help but smile a little through her closed eyes. "Hey! This is serious you two!" She started to tickle Nuffink who squirmed uncontrollably on the bed, and Zephyr climbed on top of her mother, her shoulders shaking with high pitched squeals.

"Momma! Stop it!" Nuffink managed to get out, curled up into a little ball and trying to shield himself from his mother's tickles. "Not until you two pay attention to the story!" She laughed as Zephyr fell next to Nuffink, and now she was tickling both of her children. Squeals and squirms lasted for about a good five minutes and Astrid finally sighed dramatically and collapsed against the bed frame, the two children gasping for air with ceasing giggles.

They both crawled on either sighed of their slightly panting mother, and slipped under the furs. Astrid eyed them both mischievously. "No more interruptions?"

They both nodded quickly with tiny smiles and bright eyes. "Okay, where was I? Ah yes..."

"I held my breath as I watched your father's face turn away from the dragon, his eyes shut with anticipation. I watched stunned as the dragon leaned into his touch and immediately befriend him. We quickly got on the dragon and tried to escape but then....BAM!" She threw her arms up so suddenly in the air, it caused both Zephyr and Nuffink to gasp fearfully and duck under the covers more. They peeked up at their mother, and she chuckled softly, gently stroking her son's blonde hair.

"Dragon hunters quickly filed into the cave, but the dragon was quicker. He took off into the air and we were finally able to track down Toothless and Stormfly. We just barely managed to escape, but we learned a very important lesson that day." She told her kids quietly as she hugged Zephyr closer. "What did you and daddy learn?" She asked, her wide eyes full with curiosity. Nuffink stifled a little yawn.

"We learned that all dragons, no matter how big or small, could be trusted if they earned our trust. It's kind of like that with people too," She added with a smile. Both of her children's eyes started to droop, and she rolled her eyes playfully. "Alright, I think it's time for bed you two."

Nuffink didn't need to be told twice, as he had already drifted off to sleep next to his mother, Zephyr just barely following behind. She rested her head against her mother's side, and yawned sleepily, and finally shut her eyes in exhaustion. "Love you momma...." She mumbled sleepily as Astrid pressed a kiss against her daughter's hair. Now the real question was, how was she supposed to transfer them to their own beds.

She figured it couldn't hurt to let them sleep in their bed for the night. She relaxed a bit, pressed a kiss to Nuffink's forehead, and then rested her head on top of Zephyr's. Sleep slowly crept in, and she drifted off into a deep rest, a faint smile still remained in her face.

Hiccup's heart almost burst. His smile could light up any pitch black room, and during the whole scene he couldn't stop staring at Astrid. The way she would tell the stories to the children made his heart melt, as she was so enthusiastic about it. Even if his smile couldn't be seen, the smile in his eyes said enough. This was his whole world and he wouldn't give them up for anything. Astrid loved their kids more than life itself, and for that he was grateful. He closed the door quietly and quickly rushed downstairs to his study.

He sat in his chair and pushed all of his work papers and notes away, and fished out for his sketchbook which was under a pile of other papers. He opened it, and flipped through the pages. Old Toothless drawings flashed through his mind, but he kept flipping. He finally found a blank page, and smoothed it out with his forearm on the desk. He relit the dying candle, and grabbed his charcoal pencil from inside his desk drawer.

He looked up at Zephyr's drawing once with a warm smile, and then began to doodle away.

It took Hiccup hours, but he finally finished it. He wiped his glistening forehead with his rolled back sleeves and admired his newest creation. He hadn't drawn something for the first time on his own in years. Not counting the times he had taught Zephyr how to draw.

He blew off the specks of charcoal on his sketch, and smiled proudly. He pinned it up next to Zephyr's and took it all in. The sketch was of Astrid sitting in bed, with Nuffink and Zephyr huddled around her, her eyes wide with enthusiasm, and the kids drawn into her story. Zephyr was huddled into her mother's side while looking up at her, and Nuffink was sitting on top of her with an expression that told he was in the middle of laughing. For the first time in months, Hiccup felt proud of something he had accomplished.

He slumped his shoulders in exhaustion, and blew out the little flickering candle. He made his way upstairs ever so slightly, and smiled at his snoozing family. He crawled into bed next to Nuffink, who he just barely picked up and put him closer to Astrid so he could have room on the bed as well. Astrid stirred a bit and just barely opened her eyes to look at Hiccup. She smiled.

"Hey babe. I hope you don't mind the extra company tonight." She whispered over the dozing children who slept against their mother, and Hiccup chuckled. "You're such a good mom, Astrid." He pressed a sweet kiss against her temple, and she smiled tiredly. "Goodnight." She whispered softly, resting her head on top of Zephyr's once more before drifting off to sleep.

Hiccup beamed in the moonlight. He adjusted more comfortably in the bed, and looked at his family one last time before drifting off to sleep.

Who knew that his life long crush since fifteen years old, would end up being the mother of his children.

#ahhh i love this family #haddock family #mother’s day #momstrid #httyd fanfiction

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