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missdawnandherdusk · 4 years

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Hufflepuff!Muggleborn Extensive Dating A Malfoy Headcanons:

Okay so this got very long very fast but I apologize for nothing.

So you’re pretty much terrified of getting your Hogwarts letter because you have no idea what magic is but now you’re a wizard???

You go anyway and see a blond little boy at Diagon Alley with his parents and his mother has the same list as your dad does

So maybe you follow the little boy around and pick out the things he does because he seems to know what he’s doing

Then you heard his father hiss “disgusting mud blood” your way and your face kinda falls because you thought maybe you found someone who could help and we’ll never mind

Your dad takes your hand and snaps at Lucius “what kind of example is that for your son? No, I’m not one of your lot but you shouldn’t take it out on my daughter!”

Draco peeks out from behind his fathers robes and looks at the tears in your eyes and maybe he does feel a little bad

You absolutely adore your wand

At the station a few older years can tell you’re new and very Muggle in your tshirt jeans and converse that they sort of adopt you one of them being Cedric

You’re not so scared anymore because it seems like maybe these people aren’t so bad

Some kid named Fred buys you a Chocolate Frog and his twin warns you about their sentience

You meet a few other first years and Hermione Granger whos also a muggle and you sort of lament about all of it. She’s super excited because there’s so much to learn and you start to adopt her perspective

You see the boy from Diagon Alley sneering and bullying other kids and you go up to him with the same fire in your eyes that you dad had and tell the boy off a-al-Muggle

He just laughs and scoffs but you don’t back down which scares him because everyone always backs down

Big brother Cedric comes over and tells Malfoy off for calling you a mudblood again and ushered you back to a compartment of other Hufflepuffs and someone explains to you the house system

“Well that’s kinda stupid,” you decide “why should we be separated based on what a magical hat thinks we might be?”

Cedric grins at you because you remind him of himself and stands clapping when you’re sorted into Hufflepuff

Momma Sprout helps you so much because she knows that her muggle born kiddos need the extra comfort and encouragement

You have Herbology with the Slytherins and that meant Draco Malfoy his name was rattling around your head since the Sorting Ceremony

You end up partners with him. You’re shy and quiet and he’s dismissive and snappy.

“Draco you shouldn’t—“ “Don’t tell me what to do! Filthy little mudblood.” You sit back and watch the Doxy bite him “well get help!” He demands “I thought you didn’t want a mudbloodas help,” you snap. He gives you a hopeless look and you administer the antidote and produce a Bandaid “stupid muggle bandage”

While he’s sulking you handle the Doxy properly and show him how it’s done without being snotty about it. Maybe you smirk at him when you catch him leaning in and watching closely

It’s not friendship but he doesn’t call you mudblood anymore so... there’s that

Cedric nearly has a heart attack when he asks about your first day and you tell him about Draco

You find your footing at Hogwarts and though you’re not the best in class you can still do magic and it’s SO FRICKIN COOL MOM I MADE A FEATHER FLOAT TODAY

You chat with Draco thoughout the year in class well you talk to him he doesn’t say much. “And my mom was so proud when I told her about the Goblin wars and my dad wants to see me leviosa a feather but I told him I can’t do magic outside of school...”

Then there’s a quiet “your parents are proud of you? And interested in all this stuff?”

You look at him, mystified and “...yes? They’re proud of whatever I do,” Draco looks down and continues to sketch the bowtruckle which is almost life like on how accurate it is

You write to your parents immediately asking them to send a letter to Draco and tell them all about his really good drawings in Herbology

It takes a few days but one morning Draco comes up to you in the Great Hall with a parcel

“I think this is yours, your stupid owl gave it to me” he sulks. “It has your name on it,” you point out. “But why would your parents...?” You shrug and go back to talking to your friends and reading your own letter from your mother. Draco huffs and mutters something under his breath and walks away

In Herbology he has a new set of very Muggle graphite pencils and a proper sketchbook and he’s just sketching the Mandrakes on the desk when you come in. He doesn’t say anything and neither do you. He’s less irritable now

It’s second year and you hug your parents and go say hi to your friends before finding a compartment for the long journey. You swap muggle candy for magic candy with your friends

Draco passes your compartment and you wave. He gives a half smile and keeps walking.

“You like him!” Your friends exclaim. “What? No! I don’t!” You turn very red. “He’s just a friend!!” No one is convinced

This year you have potions with Draco and you’re freaking out inside because you don’t know what you’re doing and Snape seems to have it out for you and you’re just a mess.

Draco volunteers to be your partner “to show this mudblood a little decorum and how things are properly done.” He scoffs

You look down, embarrassed but as soon as Draco is next to you, you hear a quiet apology.

You understand the charade he has to put on but you wished he didn’t and you really wish he’d stop calling you mudblood it was rather annoying

He helps you through potions like you helped him through Herbology. This year you have Herbology with the Ravenclaws and he has it with the Gryffindors. He totally whines to you all the time about Harry

Once he’s complaining and accidentally puts in the wrong ingredient and the entire thing threatens to explode. Before you know it, you’re on the ground under Draco who pulled you and the remnants of the potion is shielded from you because Dracos robes are draped over you

Snape scolds you for being stupid and you start to protest but Draco confesses that it was him mistake, not yours. Snape just eyes the pair of you and walks off.

“Thank you,” you stammer out. He rolls his eyes but there’s a soft smile on his face.

Boy does Draco flip out when he hears about the Chamber of Secrets because you’re in potential danger and he would willingly sacrifice Granger to keep you safe

He mentions that to you in Potions one day and you gap at him. “Draco killing anyone for any reason isn’t right.” You scold. There’s a cold look in his eyes and a fire in yours. “But... thank you... for worrying about me,”

Your friends still pester you because they can obviously see you like Draco and maybe you do... but you know he doesn’t like you so you’ll just ignore your feelings

Third year comes and your heart skips a beat when you see Draco because he grew a lot over the summer and his hair is no longer ridiculously slicked back and oh Merlin you’re in trouble

Unbeknownst to you Dracos heart flutters when he sees you and has to fight the urge to wave or say hi to you in front of his father.

This year you have History of Magic together

He sits down next to you without a second thought. You smile and say hi and ask about his summer and then he returns the question. Your muggle summer and his magic summer are both a bit lost on the other

“Didn’t you wear glasses?” He asks one day. “Oh, my mom let me get contacts,” “contacts?” “Um... like plasticy little doodads that go in my eyes and help me see?” He just stares and you laugh. “Too Muggle?” You ask. “Too Muggle,” he replies.

Now it’s a sort of game. Youll come in with something Muggle—Pens, notebooks, lined paper, Muggle books, a watch—and Draco decides whether it’s “too Muggle” or not for him. He quite likes pens and lined paper but you can keep your Muggle books

You tell your parents again and Draco gets a package filled with green notebooks and black pens and a pencil pouch with a snake on it.

You hear about the Buckbeak incident and you rush off to find Draco. He’s in the infirmary snapping at Pomfrey but softens when he sees you

“She’s just trying to help,” you scold softly. “Are you alright?” “Doesn’t hurts much anymore but it’s numb so...”

Pomfrey wants to keep him a few hours to make sure that his body is reacting to the medicine correctly and you stay with him.

“You know I’ve been thinking,” you start. “That’s scary,” he mutters. You hit him playfully and notice that he flinches so hard you note it and continue “I’ve been thinking that it really doesn’t make sense for you to call me a mudblood,” “and why not?” He snaps. “Well, I mean... I’m technically all muggle. If anyone was really a mudblood wouldn’t it be halfbloods? With a muggle and wizard parent?”

He doesn’t have an answer to that. So he sulks quietly. “Why doesn’t it bother you that I call you that?” He asks quietly. You shrug. “Sometimes I wonder if I really belong here. Your adamant hatred for me is comforting. Like I’m doing something right enough to make you upset about it.”

He doesn’t know what to say to that either. He didn’t know that you were insecure about being a wizard. Of course, you belonged here you were wonderful with magic and your hexes were remarkable.

“I don’t hate you,” he mumbled. “Sure you’re annoying with your cheery disposition and your... Converse trainers... but I don’t hate you.” You laugh and he thinks it’s a wonderful sound

“Well, I don’t hate you either,” you smile back. You don’t think it’s something but it’s definitely not nothing

You hear about what happens between he and Hermione and you’re furious because he’s better than that and you can’t believe he would still call her a mudblood

You refuse to talk to him for a few days. Which is hard because he tries to make small talk with you.

One day in class he slips you a folded piece of parchment and you open it. Begrudgingly. “Im sorry, I was an arse. I shouldn’t have called her that.” You take your pen and scribble quickly “you’re apologizing to the wrong person.” And slide it back to him

Draco did apologize to Hermione before he apologized to you and he’s frustrated because he thinks you’ll think he’s lying if he said he already did

Then Hermione finds you in the hall that day and asks if you put Draco up to apologizing to her and you admit yes you did. And she tells you that he apologized a few days ago. Your heart soars and you hug a confused Hermione before running off to find Draco

He’s in the corner of the library, not reading, but drawing. You accidentally sneak up behind him and see that you’re the sketch on his paper.

“I don’t think my hair is quite that long,” you whisper softly and the boy about jumps out of his skin. You apologize quickly and he quickly covers his sketch book, red faced.

“I um. That wasn’t you.” He stammers turning a darker shade of red. You laugh. “Yes it was!” You reach for his sketchbook but he hugs it to his chest. “Oh come on Draco? What am I gonna do? Laugh?” “You’re laughing right now.” He points out. “And it’s not that good anyway...”

You roll your eyes and sit next to him. You offer to pose for him so that he could take his time to draw you. “Well I’m not busy now,” you grin and he sulks a moment before nodding.

You watch his hands work and sift through the pencils as he props the paper up on his knees and instructs you to look somewhere and not to move.

It’s odd, being drawn. You close your eyes and hum softly knowing he was studying you the way he might a bowtruckle or mandrake and it feels weird. A good weird.

He refuses to let you see the drawing even though you persist. You pout and drop the matter, just glad to have a friend in him.

You begin meeting in the library on a weekly basis, partly so he can draw you partly because you’re both struggling in History of Magic and need more study time

Cedric is not happy about any of this and goes very “protective big brother” on you. You tell him off and huff.

You start going to his quidditch matches and maybe he almost runs into a goal post because you smiled and waved at him and he forgot to pay attention

The summer comes and you wave goodbye knowing as soon as he’s around your father you’re going to lose your fried.

But he surprises you and hands you his sketchbook on the train home then quickly runs away to his father and you just stare at it and him and he’s gone, all you see is two heads of silver blond hair receding in the distance

Your parents usher you into the car and it’s maybe two hours before you get to look at the sketchbook

When you do open it you see a sketch of a bowtruckle and “Steve” written one his careful script underneath. You had forgotten that you named the bowtruckle Steve that day in class

The next few sketches are from Herbology. And little notes about class that day, a lot of them are about you. Then there’s a break in Herbology drawings and there’s a drawing of his mother almost perfectly. Then of a family portrait of the three of them. A few vases of flowers. Then you see your face. And again. And again. It’s you. Smiling, laughing, concentrating on a book, raising an eyebrow at him, gnawing in your lip, asleep in class, then the library drawings that are much more detailed.

Then you’re crying and you want to call him and thank him but you CANT BECAUSE HE DOESNT HAVE A PHONE STUPID WIZARD FAMILY

But you do have an owl. You have no idea what to write. So you go with “thank you” and then send it.

You get a letter a few months later and it’s from Draco. He’s asking if you want to go to the Quidditch World Cup with him. “I know you’re Muggle and don’t like Quidditch much but...”

So you’re going with Draco and it’s weird because he’s on your doorstep with his mother and it is just a clash of worlds. You stammer goodbyes to your parents and you’re quickly ushered into the limo of a car next to Draco. You notice he’s changed his hair again and he looks quite dashing in his blazer. You get a little self conscious about your jeans and sweater.

Narcissa is a doll. She asks you about your summer and time as Hogwarts and keeps polite conversation and you thaw a little.

Though you have no idea what’s going on Draco is very excited about the game and is cheering and you can’t help but smile and maybe you take pictures with a Polaroid camera and he just rolls his eyes and you get a picture of him rolling his eyes

Fourth year comes and he is ushered away from you by his friends before he can say hi.

The kids from the other schools show up and you’re convinced that he like Fleur and he thinks you like Cedric and it’s just a mess

He’s back to being irritable and you’re slipping into depression not just because of him but everything is really weighing on you

You’re alone in the Astronomy Tower, your feet dangling off the edge. You had no intention to jump, but it was sort of thrilling.

Draco flips the fluff out and nearly drags you from the edge.

“What the hell are you thinking!?” He exclaims. You gape at him because it’s probably the first thing he said to you in a week. He’s just so scared that he was actually going to lose you that he pulls you close and doesn’t let you go. You start crying and everything just comes out in a word dump. Your brother is getting worse and stronger and it’s not good for you and he keeps putting you down and calling you a freak and that “no one is going to love me because I’m a freak and mom and dad think I’m fine because my grades are still fine but Draco I can’t... I’m slipping and... and I feel like I lost you and you were the only one who really believed in me and...” You’re just sobbing.

And he listens. He holds you and listens.

“You haven’t lost me,” He whispers softly. “But you like Fleur... and I can’t ever be her... she’s just so perfect and powerful and...” You sniffle, hugging your knees looking at your beat up Converse.

“She’s my cousin,” He almost laughs but doesn’t because of the look on your face. “And what about you and Cedric?” He raises an eyebrow and you blanch. “He’s like a big brother to me, gross,” You shove his arm and you’re both laughing.

“There’s only one Hufflepuff out there for me,” He takes your hand and hello butterflies and blushing. “And there’s only one Slytherin for me,” You lay your head on his shoulder and watch the stars.

You two start dating and Merlin his friends are livid because how dare he date a muggle hufflepuff? But then they watch him with you and it’s hard to deny that Draco is truly happy for once and they don’t want to take that from him

Your friends exchange bet money.

Weekends filled with more games of “Too Muggle” and trips to Hogsmeade and Draco explaining wizard culture and you try to explain muggle culture but he just does not understand washing machines. You introduce him to muggle music and is thrilled that he loves ABBA.

He makes everything hurt less. And it’s nice to feel wanted.

Then Voldemort returns and everything changes and you weren’t ready for it. Draco gets cold and distant again and you try and try to get through to him but he doesn’t let you in.

You end up screaming at him one night and walk out. He finds you curled up outside the Slytherin portrait, weeping not minutes later and carries you back inside to his dorm and apologizes and hold you and admits that he’s scared and he doesn’t want to lose you or see you get hurt

You both make an effort to find the sunshine in the proverbial dark times that linger through the next year. It means you become a but more calloused and jaded and he becomes a bit more optimistic and grateful.

Pansy Parkinson doesn’t exist. It’s just you with Polyjuice potion to keep you safe from Draco’s aunt and Voldemort. It’s an easy charade to keep up. There are still quite nights when you’re yourself with Draco and he reminds you how much he adores the real you with his words and touch

If there’s one thing you don’t do, is break a Hufflepuff and that’s what Harry did after his sectumsempra and holy hell do you lose your cool.

Draco’s mother has to step in before you’re expelled for what you did to Harry

You nurse Draco back to health afterwards and never let Harry forget what he did, nor do you let anyone else forget it when they call him the chosen one

And Merlin does Draco love you for it

Draco can’t kill Dumbledore because your words are still in his head from second year “It’s not right to kill someone for any reason” and he just can’t disappoint you like that

You’re still kind. You’re kind to Luna when she’s locked up at the Malfoy Manor. You’re kind to the house-elves that attend to you. You’re kind, and value fairness and hardwork, but you will not put up with bullshit any longer.

You and Draco stand with Hogwarts when the battle boils down to it. You give Draco your wand when he loses his to Harry.

When you go back eighth year, you advocate for the removal of the House System and write a very convincing argument against it. It takes about ten years, but the system is disbanded after one too many close calls and ruined lives

You also start a Support Group at Hogwarts for those suffering from mental illnesses and for those who have suffered abuse at home.

You and Draco get married at the Manor. You wear your Converse.

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kashimos-hajime · 3 years

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no regrets (8/8) | r.b.

summary: For the first time, he thinks of a future he could have, and someone who loves him, and there’s something bright in his heart. Or, Reiner finally understands what peace is.

WARNINGS: MANGA SPOILERS!!! angst, mentions of violence, we get our happy ending :) pairing: reiner braun x fem!reader word count: 6.7k

a/n: welcome to the last chapter!! thank you so much for being on this journey with me. there are a few callbacks to previous chapters so see if you can catch ‘em all heheh

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crossposted on ao3 x

Few months ago ymir asked if I could let her write one last letter to krista, and I did let her. I stood over her shoulder the whole time, watching her pen down all this sappy shit and I kept thinking about you the whole time, behind those walls. What you were doing, what you were thinking. Maybe if you thought about me. I dont know.

I’m starting to see the appeal of wrting what youre not strong enough to say to a persons face. I never thought Id find myself on the other end of this stick. for some reason, I thought that I could stop myself, resist the temptation, or maybe that I didnt feel for you as strong as I thought I did once I was away from you. I was wrong.

What do I even say? I mean shit, I can barely see, my limbs are barely in tact, and all of it—shiganshina, it haunts me, even though I cant really remember it that well. Half of it goes black and then I remember hearing your voice, I remember Bertholdt, I remember you screaming.

You couldve walked away. why didnt you walk away? It doesn’t make sens. Why did you think to cut me out? Why did you try to save me? Im trying to make it make sense inmy head. It’s not working.

Fuck I dont know what I was thinking when I asked for a paper and pen. Why am I asking you questions? Its not like ill ever understand. At this point, I think it’s pity thats letting Zeke let me waste ink on trying to write straight. He doesn’t know what im doing, but thats better this way. Better than sleeping—better than eating. I just wanna talk to you and this is as close as I can get. Its my own damn fault, but I dont care.

I completed my mission. After this, im done. ill give up the rest of my term. I dont want any of that glory anymore. I dont want to be a hero. Im just done.

Fuck, my head hurts so much. I dont really know if what im saying is making sense. Im hoping you never read this.

im sorry. I wish I could explain it to you some day, but chances are, ill be dead soon. Whether for treason or because they need to pass on the Titan, and I wont be able to see you again. Which means youll never know how sorry I am. How much I

Thats okay. I dont think youd believe me now even if I did say anything.

I remember your dream to live by the lake with a bunch of kids. You know I started to wonder if youd mind if they were our kids, not just some orphans who needed a home. I’d imagine one of them with blond hair. Imagine them swimming in the lake.

Never told you that was my dream too. Never knew i could have a dream of my own, something only I wanted and not just something to further marleys damn agenda, til I knew you. Sounds stupid but its true.

I think youd like Marley, if we weren’t sworn enemies. Just want you here with me right now. make me sleep easier knowing you’re there when I wake up.

Dont want secrets either. Fuck I miss you so bad. I feel s o tired all the time.

I rember when i first saw you all could think about was how you were the most prettiest girl id ever seen. I don know if you know thats why I tried to distance myself. Knew I couldn’t get distracted from my mison. happened anyway. Wish I could tell you that.

wish I could tell you I love you. Wish I could see the look on yur face when you try lobster for the first time. Youd love it. Not sweet, but tons of desserts here too.

Shit. And the ring on your finger. ill put a ring on your finger. I promised. i swear ill go home and buy a ring for the moment I see you again. Might not be pretty but will do the best I can.

Olnly wnat only wnat only want to see you again and beg for your forgiveness. Let you know if I had a choice, I wouldnt have done it. Would take it all back, nd stay. i wanted to stay, stay with you and the others. I used to want to spend the rest of my life in those walls, now I think im sick and tired of them dividing people who arent even that differnet.

My eyes are beginning to burn. Worse because the skin is sitll growing back. Fucking hell god I miss you. miss your smile more.

I know i dont deserve your forigvneess forgiveness. I want you to be angry with me. I deserve as much, and I cant ask you to, but

With love,

Rienr

You fold the letter, eyes closing as your fingers trace where the ink bled, the old tear stains wrinkling the paper beyond measure. Some are older than others, and you trace over his name again, your eyes burning, your throat tight enough to suffocate.

You’re leaning against the wall as everyone disembarks. They had taken Eren off first, Hange and the others getting ready to depart for the city while Connie and Jean lift a covered stretcher too white for the vivacious girl that lays dead beneath it.

They pass you silently, and you catch sight of a certain captain approaching, his pale eyes nearly swallowed by the shadows haunting his face.

“Captain,” you say, straightening. Placing the letter back into the tin, you slide it back into your pocket as he folds a green jacket over his shoulder. You give him a nod.

“You made it out alive,” Levi observes. He stops beside you, eyes more focused on what’s ahead. No doubt he’s not looking forward to having to take Zeke to wherever he needs to go—somewhere far, far away from Eren. You cross your arms.

“It’s good to see you, too, Levi,” you intone. Sighing, you step in beside him and look out at the Walls you can’t see in the distance, your entire body wrought with a strange fatigue that’s only sewn into muscles by adrenaline leaving the body. “I think I’m going to stay.” He tilts his head to you, eyes flickering to your face, and you mirror the shift, your arms tightening. “I can’t leave this unfinished. Not after Liberio.”

“The farm will have to be abandoned,” he points out. “The kids, too.”

“I’ll make sure I move them where someone can take care of them. Somewhere north, far away from the brothers,” you assure, although still, your heart begins to sink and you close your eyes, exhaling deeply. “I have to hope they understand.”

Levi only nods, and you open your eyes as he wordlessly takes the jacket off his arm and offers it to you. Grasping it wearily, you open your mouth to ask questions but he only sets off, back towards the cabin where Zeke is still being held, and you snap your jaws shut, looking down at the jacket.

When you unfold it, you swallow the hard rock in your throat at the blue and white slipping beween the folds of olive green before there’s a sharp whistle. Looking up, you see the carriages already beginning to load up, and you glance back at the door where the captain has disappeared through before jogging down the ramp.

You slither your arms through the sleeves and shuffle the fabric along your frame as something thumps against your thigh, and you frown, reaching down into your pocket and coming into contact with something smooth and hard.

Withdrawing, your lips part at the green bolo tie gleaming in the lights of the port and you, without another thought, pull it over your head, letting it fall against your breastbone.

“For your services to the Survey Corps.”

There’s no time to second-guess now. No time to debate.

“Good to have you back,” Hange murmurs as you walk towards the carriage taking Mikasa, Armin, and the others back to the city. You tug the lapels of the jacket tighter around yourself and flash them a weak smile.

The Wings of Freedom on your arm feel like a brand, and it prickles your skin as you climb in after them.

Distantly, he remembers flashes.

Eren reaching forward for Zeke, the exhaustion ripping him every which way, the sound of ODM gear whizzing in his ears as he tries to make sense of the punctured sensation in his armour.

How he had softened his nape, intending to die then. At least, let his death have some meaning, he had thought. Let him make one last effort to repent for everything he did to Paradis, and to his friends who’d been more family than his own mother.

He slips in an out of consciousness for the next few days. He doesn’t know what is up, what is down, but he does recognize his surroundings blearily, the way his head spinning somehow slowing when he presses his temple to the wooden floor.

How can he almost hear your voice in the echoes of the panels, countered by someone who almost sounds like Annie before he drifts off again.

When Reiner finally regains consciousness again, he wakes to someone crouched down in front of him. Jerking up, he lets out a sound before a palm slaps over his mouth and your face is shoved against his own.

“Shut it,” you whisper fiercely. “It’s just me.”

Your name muffled by your own hand, his eyes begin to burn and you lift your palm away as he sits up and you draw back. You’re dressed in clothes that look like they’ve seen better days but you’re relatively uninjured as you pull back. New lines adorn your face—one of the many prices of their damned war—and you only look exhausted.

Sitting up, Reiner’s whole body groans as he leans against the wall, but he can’t tear his eyes away from you. Your hands are hovering around his body like you’re scared he’ll collapse and there’s a fracture in your mask.

Something gleams on your finger and his eyes flit to it, his heart lurching when he realizes what it is.

The ring. You’re wearing it. You…

For a moment, a glimmer of their teenage selves shine through and he wants to reach for it—touch it so he can remember what it’s like to be happy. He thinks it’s an awful like now; the swelling of his heart so big he can’t breathe; the way his lungs are static in his chest; how he can’t say anything because there are so many words that want to come out first.

“You’re here. You’re alive,” he finally settles on raspily. Your eyes glint with a youthful pain as you nod.

“So are you.”

And he doesn’t know who moves first—you or him. Nothing is forgiven as their bodies crash in an embrace that lacks grace, but they cling onto another like the world is ending and they’re the only ones left standing.

Maybe they are.

He buries his face in your neck, and your arms are so tight around him your fingers dig into his shoulders as your body melts against his and his skeleton sags in his own body.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers against your skin, eyes fluttering shut. “I‘m sorry.” A hand against your neck and an arm around your waist, he wraps his legs around your own and traps you against him. You seem to only sink into him even more.

Is that enough? I don’t want you to hate me.

You suck in a breath, and then it comes out shuddering. “You can spend the rest of what life you have left repenting for making me fall in love with a man who was always supposed to die.”

Softly, in his mind, your voice cools the searing heat of hatred inside him. It’s enough. It has to be.

“I’m sorry,” he says again. It’s like they’re the only words he knows. He can’t remember ever meaning it this much. For him dying, for making you love him, for ever coming to Paradis. For loving you. For loving you. “I’m so sorry.”

“I know. I know.” Your face turns to press against his own. Your lips brush against his jaw and his eyes slide shut, tears rolling down his face. “I read every single one of your letters.” Drawing back, you cup his face in his hands and your fingers smear his tears all over his cheeks as his palm rests against your neck. Thumb stretching up to touch your chin, he feels sobs shuddering in his throat at seeing you again—looking at him almost like you used to. “I can’t begin to understand, but I know you are. And I know you love me.”

Choking, he gasps, “You should hate me.”

“Yeah. Yeah, I should.” You’re crying, too, voice thick, tears stubborn on your cheeks as you give him a watery smile. “I should hate Marley, too. But it’s beautiful there. The water by the sea… I want to be there with you next time. We need to go together, before you leave me alone, okay?”

Reiner doesn’t quite hear you. He hears Marley, and beautiful, and he’s never noticed how beautiful you are when you cry, but right now, it’s the simplest truth he knows.

“Okay.”

When you tilt his chin up and kiss him softly, something inside him explodes from the gentleness that makes him want to crack in the palm of your hands. It sears him from the inside out, makes him grab onto you like you’ll disappear—this is another dream, isn’t it?

It has to be.

You can’t be kissing him again after four years. He doesn’t deserve it. You’re an illusion, something his mind made up to deal with the pain. He’s finally cracked for good, just like Bertholdt said he would, and he’s the devil, not you.

But then you pull away just for a moment to smile, eyes barely open as you look at him with a sad tenderness that wraps him in an invisible embrace, and he is faced with the heart-wrenching reality.

The sky is falling, you are holding him tightly again, and they’ve lost their years. But you’re here. With him.

He knows that this isn’t a dream as he feels the coolness of the silver band on your finger and the heaviness in how he knows he hasn’t repented a damn thing.

Why him?

As you run your hand through his hair, you press their foreheads together.

“And I do want a family with you, by the water if you’d like,” you murmur fleetingly against his mouth and his eyes widen, cheeks burning, entire face crumbling as he turns his face in to your shoulder, crushing you in another brace. Sobbing into your neck, his fingers dig into your shoulders, wrap tight around your waist, squeeze you so close he isn’t sure where you end and he begins and your lips brush the shell of his ear. “Reiner, say it.”

“Please,” he whispers thickly into your skin, and you cradle the back of his head with a hand. He’s nothing more than shambles. “Please, don’t go.”

“I’m not letting you out of my sight again,” you promise. His breath is hot against his own face as you pull his head back and cradle his face again, thumbs brushing away the tears from his red face. “Just a bit more. A bit more and then it’ll be all over, you know?”

And he understands, then, what you want from him. Struggling for breath, for his lungs to stop seizing in his aching chest, he cups your face that turns into his palm on instinct, your face wet with your own tears as, for a moment, they try to pretend this isn’t where they really are.

Like they’re still in that afternoon in Trost, a thousand years ago, with the kids flipping coins into the water fountain and a cream bun between them. Like they’re under the tree, apple juice on your wrist and his lips on yours.

Like it’s those trips to the city, the walks on the Walls. Honey is dripping down your chin and he’s pretending he doesn’t want to kiss you, or there’s grease smeared on his forehead, and you’re reaching up to wipe it off his skin.

Like a thousand moments all at once, and he nods to himself as you brush your hand over his temple. The world outside is startlingly quiet, as if the universe itself stopped everything itself to watch this moment, and Reiner takes a breath that bruises his sternum before he’s holding your left hand where that ring still sits.

And slowly, he pulls it off, whispering as firmly as he can. He’s sure he fails—he’s shaking all over from your presence alone.

“When this is over, I’ll put that ring back on your finger. I promise.”

The smile that splits your face is dazzling. It’s the smile he’s missed since the day he left it.

“We have a lot of things to work out, Reiner Braun.”

And your fingers barely brush his jaw before you’re leaning to press a sweet kiss against his mouth. It’s sugary on his tongue, like honey and apple slices.

Your back is warmer when you’re pressed up against Reiner’s. The ship is quiet, and their pinkies are just barely hooked on oen another’s as you stare blankly at the empty space between Connie’s boots. You don’t speak, and Reiner’s gaze is only on you. He can’t look at anything else now that you’re back by his side again.

There’s a cut on your cheek from the fight just half an hour ago, and there’s dried blood along your hands where your knuckles had split open, but everyone seems too exhausted to clean themselves up.

Reiner himself has a blanket pulled over his shoulders, and he sighs, slouching in his own sack of flesh.

Your head tilts towards him, enough that your temple presses against his cheek. His eyes close and he leans into your touch. Not a word passes by, but their hold on each other’s hands tightens. And Reiner thinks.

For the first time, he thinks of a future he could have, and someone who loves him, and there’s something bright in his heart. Something that hasn’t burned since he left Marley as a child.

Reiner thinks he doesn’t want to die anymore. He doesn’t want to miss you for another moment.

Raising from the steam, you groan, your hands searing from the inside out as you touch your face where you swore every inch of your skin had been stretched, but nothing seems out of sorts as you glance around. Everywhere, all your friends who had turned just as you had are in various states of disoriented. The air is still hissing, crackled with surprised screams and shouts of names as people look for one another across the field.

It smells like cooked meat and burnt hair, a none-to-pleasant mixture that turns your stomach.

Getting to your feet, you wipe at your face, trying to ignore the weird feeling underneath your nails and the ache seizing your muscles. Trying to ignore the remnants of Eren lingering like a ghost that won’t really leave you alone. You shiver, and a strange cold sweat takes over your body.

He had taken you to the sea, except it wasn’t the shore you were familiar with. There was a cabin nearby, with blonde children running, chasing after one another and a man with golden hair standing on the porch, firewood in his arms as he calls out silently. Or maybe you had been standing too far to hear.

“Eren… where are we?”

“Wherever you think you are,” he had said. “I just brought you where you wanted to be.”

A voice, quiet as a memory, catches your attention. “Here let me help.” A soft wind blows throw the mist, cooling your scorching face as you feel a presence stand behind you.

“Oh, thank you.” You look over your shoulder to see a tall boy, and your heart stops. Mouth dropping open, you stare at his foggy image, but he only smiles fully, a smile so tender it reaches every corner of you as you stumble forward, fingers stretching for him. “Bertholdt!”

His smile grows only that much more, eyes squinting a bit and a flash of teeth before he’s looking at your hand that passes through his chest. All at once, all the hope built up in your chest crumbles, and your hand snaps back, trembling just before him. He lays a hand over your own and your eyes begin to burn, tears slipping down your cheeks.

And then, softly, you barely whisper, “I miss you.”

Bertholdt’s smile merely grows, as if to say everything he couldn’t say before. As if to show he’s at peace now—that your last memory together isn’t every part of him, and your lips press together, trying to stop yourself from shaking.

Shadows form in the fog, and together, the two look as a freckled boy and another girl steps out of the mist a distance away, beaming like the sun. Connie and Jean stagger to their feet just behind you, and your heart lurches into your throat when you recognize them.

“Marco! Sasha!”

Someone calls your name and you turn around just as arms scoop you up and you let out a surprised noise before settling into Reiner’s arms. Looking over your shoulder to look at Bertholdt, your heart only sinks.

He smiles and Reiner lets out a sharp breath beside you, settling you down. “Bertholdt…” More shapes emerge. A shorter boy accompanied by another taller one, both alike in their features. You recognize one as the Jaw Titan holder before Falco, but the other—

“Marcel!” Reiner chokes out the name, hand stretching out to the fog, but the boy merely tilts his head and waves.

Closing your eyes, hot tears streak over your cooling flesh as you fling your arms around Reiner again and press your face into his neck. He cradles the back of your head, and he feels… somehow weaker, but still, there is that impassable strength in his core that wraps around you as he watches over your shoulder, still clinging on despite your clothes hot enough to burn.

I’m alive, I’m alive, I’m alive, I’m alive. It’s the only thought in your head. Your last clear memory had truly been the others taking flight, and the pain that had ripped apart your body before sewing it back together again in unjust proportions. Your limbs had been too big, your blood racing too warmly through your head as your legs pumped but your brain screamed to stop.

Your fingers had sank into Reiner’s legs to pull him down and you had watched—watched Jean take a bite out of him—

You shiver and Reiner’s arms tighten around you instinctively, constricting enough to let you know that his attention isn’t on you quite yet.

Boots shifting on the ground tentatively, your knees feel gummy as you draw back long enough to look at him. He still looks over your shoulder, and you follow his gaze to watch the mist retreat. Bertholdt and the other two boys fall into a pool of fog, and your lips part in a farewell, but it’s already too late.

He’s gone.

A wind sweeps through the battlefield, tickling your sweating neck and cooling your boiling blood.

“Hey,” a soft voice croaks.

Their eyes meet in tandem. He regards you softly, like you are the reason the sun rises and the stars hang at the sky. Overwhelmed, you can only cup the back of his neck and pull him into a deep kiss. Your other hand along his jaw, it takes all you can not to pull him into a bone-crushing embrace that’ll send them both to the ground.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” you whisper hushedly against his mouth, throat swelling as he lets out a soft noise of surprise as you pull him into another tight hug. You don’t care that you’re crushing him, just that his heart is pounding against your own chest. “I couldn’t stop myself. I’m so sorry.”

His eyes widening, he wraps his hands around your wrists and pulling you back just enough to kiss your fingers that crumple against his mouth. Clasping one of his hands in both of your own, you close your eyes and he uses his free fingers to brush the tears off your cheek before reaching into some dented tin you don’t recognize.

Eyebrows furrowing, you feel the heat leave your entire body, sapping your energy too, and your eyes snap to Reiner who steps back, cracking it open and presenting it to you.

“You’re not the one who has to be sorry. I don’t think I’m the Armoured Titan anymore,” he whispers. “I don’t know if I get the rest of my life back, but either way, I want to spend the rest of it repenting to you in any way I can, if you’ll allow me to.” A weak smile. “Truth.”

Your throat closes up, and you stare down at the ring so protected, gleaming despite the destruction around them. It looks almost out of place amongst the grime smearing your skin, the sweat drenching their skin, the smell of blood and metal clinging to their clothes, but Reiner only watches you with a tenderness you can barely meet. It’s so overtly overflowing with devotion that your heart is resting on your tongue, seizing control of everything.

You barely nod, chewing on your lip, trying not to cry even harder as his eyebrows rise in relief and he lets out a long sigh.

He lifts the ring out of the tin, snapping it closed before sliding the band back home onto your finger and all at once, everything floods you. The exhaustion, the pain, the hunger, thirst, grief wrapping around your bones and chaining you to the ground.

It’s over.

The minute he put the ring on your finger, it would mean it was over. No more blood, no more fighting.

Just like he promised.

You barely croak out his name before you fall to your knees. You trust him to catch you, and he does.

[THREE YEARS LATER]

Just after the Rumbling had stopped, you had gone back to Paradis alone and came back with three children to a man who was still uncertain in a world that was changing.

Since then, you’ve learned so much about the world, about yourself, about Reiner.

How he’s seized by night terrors even now, just like you, and how one thing that soothes it is going out for a walk while the sun still simmers below the horizon, the sky a dark navy blue spliced with orange rays. The intricate details like him making a point to tie his own tie because his father never taught him how or the way he has to chug his coffee so he has enough energy to get through the day.

And some days are horrible, haunting, but now, it is far outweighed by the good. He teaches Xav how to dress smart, takes the girls out shopping. Sometimes, he’s spotted around Liberio with a flame-haired boy riding his shoulders, you trailing behind hiding a smile behind some ice-cream.

Different nations, foods, cultures surround you now—citizens of countries coming to settle down roots, spread cuisine to Marley. The idea before, of humans so different than you but still similar at the root of it all, existing, still blows your mind. The technologies that you had never seen before, languages you’d never heard, sights you’d never seen, had all swarmed you as you stepped into a new world with him.

But there is always one thing you’ll come back to.

Leaning against the railing in the port city Reiner told you was the harbour he had left twelve years ago, and returned to seven years ago, you watch the clouds travel in slow drags across the pale blue canvas hung high above your head. The water spans for as far as you can see, glimmering under the sun and gorgeous enough to take your breath away. You pull at your coat across your chest absently, ignoring the tender growl of your stomach.

Breathing in the salty wind, you feel your chest expand at the litle fishing boats a little ways out.

Reiner was right. You don’t get sick of the sea. You never will—not of this much water. You still remember the first time you had swam in it, the salt-water making your hair crisp, the cold sweat forming on your your sun-warmed skin.

You feel a hand on your shoulder. Looking up, you spot blonde hair and warm eyes and smile. Your heart flutters a bit. You shift on your feet.

“Hey.”

“Hey.” Reiner leans down beside you, and you clasp your hands, letting the sea wind curl against your neck. Reaching to slip his hand in between yours, he sighs and you lean against his shoulder, glancing at their pile of interlaced fingers. “Are you okay?”

“Of course,” you whisper, although even still, you can feel a numbing at your fingertips. You remember what it was like to be a Titan, even now. The sensations haunt you—flashes of your own mutated body, the grotesque meat of your hands sinking into the ankles of the man beside you, the bloodcurdling roar spilling out of your throat.

Glancing at their fingers, you watch the flashes of silver of the rings play in the sunlight, your band now having a matching counterpart on his own hand. You grasp his hands tightly, bringing them up to your lips and his own grip tightens when you dust a kiss gently along his scarred knuckles.

“No,” you finally say at length. “I’m not okay. Going back to Paradis makes me nervous as hell, but we’ll manage.” He nods slowly, and you let go of his hands to wrap your arms around his neck. His own encircle your waist, pulling you flush against him and your eyes close at the familiar warmth—a warmth you’ve woken up next to most days for the past three years.

“Have you eaten yet?” he murmurs, and your fingers play with the soft edges teasing at your pads as his nose presses against your cheek. Your eyes flutter at the soft heat emanating from his skin, and you shake your head, melting against him. With one arm still around you, he slants his body away from just enough to pull a bag out of his pocket and it crinkles as he hands it to you. Taking it, you frown and look inside.

A cream bun. You can’t help the crumbling in your expression and Reiner holds your face in his hands carefully, kissing the corner of your mouth.

“Let’s stay positive,” he whispers. “We don’t know the situation until we get there and Historia briefs us.”

“I know,” you whisper and his entire expression eases at your words. His eyes gaze at you as if you’re the sole centre of his universe, and he cups your jaw more insistently, pulling you in for a gentle kiss, one you ease into, your eyes fluttering shut as his tongue traces the seam of your mouth. Laughing, you feel his little nose scrunch and your heart bounds up into your throat as he pulls back only to kiss you again, softer this time.

“Get a room!” A sharp female voice ruins their moment and you pull back just enough to see a red-headed boy running towards them and Reiner crouches down just in time to scoop Xavier up.

“When are you getting married?” he demands. “I was promised cake when you guys got married.”

“I dunno. When you move out of the house I guess,” you tease and Xavier pouts, rubbing at the side of his nose with the heel of his palm.

“Besides, you got cake for your seventh birthday, buddy,” Reiner groans as the boy twists in his arms. “You’re getting heavy. What are you feeding him?” he adds, smiling roguishly at you and you roll your eyes as Alina and Anya approach, sun hats protecting them from the glaring sun. Alina, grocery bags in hand, waves. Anya, who’d been the one to shout, tucks her coin purse back into her bag before flashing you a great big smile.

Only fifteen and seventeen. You can barely recall what it’s like being that young anymore, but you’re grateful they didn’t spend it the way you did. They get to know beauty, and no limits at all. The former comes naturally, the latter is partially because Reiner spoils them rotten.

Alina picks a flower with velvety purple petals from a bouquet she cradles in her arm, extending it to you.

“For good luck,” she says. “And protection.” Your heart melts at her words and you pause for a moment, looking from the gorgeous bloom to Reiner, occupied with the boy in his arms making silly faces at him. Then, without another moment, you sneak the flower behind his ear and he reaches up immediately to hold it against his head, turning to you in surprise.

“To protect the both of us,” you explain.

“Thank you. I’ll be extra careful now.” He looks at the girls, setting his free hand on Alina’s head heavily and she flushes, smiling grandly. “You three behave while we’re gone, alright?”

You nod. “Listen to Levi.”

“And listen to your sister,” Reiner adds to Alina and Xavier. The former rolls her eyes, the latter sticks out his tongue. “I’ll miss you.”

This is their home—their family that tumbles together into a huge hug, and you can’t help but stand back, watching how they all seem to merge into one unit, unaware of where one part of their reach ends and another begins.

As Reiner pulls you into the hug, your heart soars through your body, effortlessly pounding in your throat and in your fingers and everywhere at once. Liquid heat pools everywhere as Xavier screws up his face when you kiss his cheek, the same way Reiner does after he’s eaten something sour.

And maybe it’s a bit different, or a bit broken, the shards of their bloody history still poking at their heels whenever they think you’ve forgotten them, and it’s most definitely not perfect, but you would rather have it like this then anything else.

“Hey, guys!” Breaking apart, the family look over to see Armin, Annie, and Pieck walking over. Gabi and Falco meander a little bit behind, pushing Levi in his wheelchair, and Jean and Connie are running not far behind them, shouting at one another. You stifle a laugh and Xavier shimmies out of Reiner’s hold to run towards them. The girls follow after him, trying to hold back their runs but the closer they get, you can tell the more frantic they are to say goodbye.

So this is what they’ve made a peace. Something, you hope, is good.

Annie bypasses them quickly, making her way over to you and you survey her face as Reiner squeezes your shoulder, walking over to their friends. Her blue eyes are fixed on your face, and you feel your lips curving into a smile as she shoves her hands in her pockets. Her hair is swaying in the wind, gleaming flaxen, and you remind yourself, not for the first time, that Armin and Annie’s kids, if they ever decide they want them, will be gorgeous.

Hope for the future, and all that.

She stops in front of you, tucking a strand behind her ear.

“So,” she says at length, “we’re going back to Paradis. I’m surprised you decided to come with us. You don’t owe any of us anything.”

“I know. But… you’re my best friend. You do the talking, I fly the getaway plane, right?”

“Yeah. There used to be a time when it probably would’ve been the opposite.”

You nod, and they stand in silence for a moment, watching each other. Two women who should not have been friends, but were against all odds. You don’t think you would be here today if it weren’t for Annie.

Your heart lurches and you take a step forward just as she does, her mouth open to say something. You throw your arms around her and she lets out a noise in surprise as you close your eyes. Arms coming underneath yours, her hands dig into your shoulders and you smile against soft hair as she sighs, easing into your hug.

“Finally working together on an actual assignment,” you mumble and her head tilts as her small frame shifts, a hand patting you on the back as a sign for you to back up. “Just like we always said we would.”

Bluntly: “Just don’t do anything stupid.”

“You, too.” Pulling back, the two look at one another for another soft moment before you remember the bag in your hand and you shift the bun up in the bag, extending it towards her. “Want some?” Her eyebrows rise in faint delight, before she’s reaching over, pinching and tearing a piece off.

You grin and do the same and you gesture for her to come stand by the rails with you, stuffing the bag into your coat pocket. Leaning against the warm metal again, you hear a seagull call. The plane you’ll be flying to Paradis floats on the water, the technicians giving it the final check before you take off.

If anything goes wrong while you help prepare and oversee accommodations for the rest of the ambassador group, you’ll remember to fire the black signal flare, but you trust Historia. You trust your friends.

You glance over at them, all laughing, and you notice that the flower has gone from Reiner to Pieck, who’s taking it out of her dark hair to tuck it into Jean’s, and his cheeks redden as he brushes it more securely behind his ear.

Annie catches your attention again, pointing out idly that they’ll have to separate soon when they finish with the plane, and you tell her to just wait a couple minutes more as Reiner catches your gaze. Setting Xav, who has somehow wormed his way back into his arms, down, he walks back over to you, and his hand trails purposefully over your back before resting at the nape of your neck, a reassuring weight on your body.

“You guys okay?”

“We’re fine,” Annie replies. “You have a clingy boyfriend,” she tells you.

“I think it’s charming.”

She rolls her eyes. Reiner smiles, and you pat the railing beside you—silent invitation. He leans in on your other side, clasping his hands and watching the fishermen pull themselves to shore, singing a tune to each other—one familiar to all three of them and one that you wish you could get out of your head.

“Soon may the Wellerman come…”

A faint breeze tickling at your fingertips as a sharp call for embarkment splits the harbour, you simply sigh and look over at Reiner. “I just want these last few moments to last.” His eyes meet yours, and he leans forward to press a kiss between your eyes. Annie lets out a soft noise of disgust and you bump your hip against her as Reiner pulls back.

Closing your eyes and lifting your head to the wind, you can almost imagine the one person missing standing on the other side of Annie, dark hair like spun, stained bronze and eyes like warm chocolate. He’d smile and tell them not to worry in that sincere way of his that makes you believe every word he says—as long as they were careful, they wouldn’t walk into any traps.

Your chest aches, and your lips tug into a heart-wrenching smile as you begin to sing along. Reiner slips a hand in between yours, pressing his temple against your head and you loop your other arm through Annie’s.

She rests her head on your shoulder, listening to your voice, eyes on the sailors bringing in their haul below them. Reiner hums the shanty softly, distractedly, eyes cast across the sea.

You tilt your head up to the sky, at the stars you cannot see but will join one day, and smile.

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P.P| One Last Time... Please

Summary: you and peter, really, really, love Minecraft

Warnings: none? Cuteness and mostly sadness?

A/n: it hits different with the tapes of c418, Sweden. Or even stuff we did... this ones for my gamers. Love you babe.

you and peter go way back, from diapers. At eight playing minecraft and staying up till 7 in the morning and falling asleep on the floor, making May giggle but frightened about how you both left the pizza rolls in the oven. It was happy and cheerful.

but you distanced.

you became more popular and peter was slipping away finger by finger. Soon it was to late to hold on. He met ned and you met liz, the golden girls you both are, peter thought about you a lot, and you did too. But whenever you were online he wasnt and vice versa. It wasnt any of your faults, you just found makeup more satisfying then science.

you could only wish the best for each other and give a pat on the back for making it this far, you both loved each other after all, not like that. It was sad to let go but it was reality, and theres no faking that.

you let go of the xbox and threw it out, you kept the one and only game forever though, unlocking memories and making you miss peter, a lot. To much. You instantly bought a ps4 and set everything up, becoming online and playing minecraft for a while, only to get bored and sad at the entrance.

the potions you sipped and make an ice trail, called it roller skating. It just all fell back to peter, the only and only peter. The one whod kiss your bandaids and chase you around the apartment until the food was ready or you had athsma attack, which peter would also kiss away, but hed kiss your heart most importantly.

"youll never catch me! Haha!" Your eight year old self giggled as peters hands were out, chasing you and wanting to wrap his hands around your waist.

"your no gingerbread man! Get over here!" He said as he ran faster. You breath suddenly quickened as you started to slow down and fall on your knees, your breath rigged as you held your heart, peters eyebrows furrowed as he watched your body fall.

he slowed down when he walked up to you on your knees "hey, are you okay?" He asked and he got on his knees before you, you looked at him as your heartbeat was still fast. He bit his lip and put his hand on top of yours, holding it.

"May, im scared... i dont think y/ns alright!" He screamed as he watched your body, you knees got weak as your legs made a 'w' peter still not letting your hand go.

May quickly made her way over and looked at your body, her phone falling as she ran to you and gently removed peters hand, picking you up bridal style "open the door for me hun, we need to go too the doctors" peter nodded and ran to open the foor swiftly, grabbing the keys from the bowl and unlocking the car as may was already walking down the stairs as fast as she can.

the ride was quick and had peter rambling "is she alright? Her heartbeat us fast, MAY ANSWER, is she gonna die? Oh no please y/n dont die please, i need you, what about minecraft? Please?" He asked, unbuckling the seatbelt and making his way over to your still hot body and soothing your cheek with his thumb.

you sat in the hospital bed all checked up, smiling as may brought you boba that peter ordered for you.

"your safe now, y/n. They told me your heart is like heavy or something, i pay attention dont worry. Let me make you feel better please" he whispered to you, his short body trying to climb up the bed, he pulled down your dress a bit to get to you top of your chest, just below your collarbone, to press a soft kiss.

"that should make it feel better"

and it did. So when you played COD online you came across 'peteyspakistan' and your eyebrows furrowd in confusion as he invited you to a party, currently 12:00 at night, you answered of course.

"hey, y/n"

you put your mic on mute to gasp and get up from the end of your bed to jump on it, soon reminding yourself to say hi back.

"hi, petey"

"thats funny, your still the only one who calls me that"

"shouldnt i be the only one?"

peters heart warmed as the memories flooded his mind, he bit his lip as he soon closed his recent game to play minecraft, soon inviting you.

"hows your heart, buba" he called you it because your obsession with boba.

"i dont know wanna kiss it again?" You reply as you enter his game, the classic “wonders of the y/n and peter saga”

You both lived in a separate but same house, just connected, you lived in a desert to replicate star wars just a bit, robbed villagers, ran away from baby zombies who sat on chickens, went swimming a whole lot. You and peter were against the world.

“Hey, you arent no gingerbread man” his voice a bit raspy as he chuckled to himself.

“Oh be quiet” you said as you walked in your house, the classic quartz and white block floor with the pretty pink wool walls, a dog named “bobo” and a flag of pink, purple, and blue. Which you didnt know was gonna pop back into your life with actual meaning.

You and peter breaded your dogs a few times, his dogs name was “spike” he wanted cats at first but they were to hard to get.

“Hey wanna make a little change to the house?” He asks, you reply with a yes as he breaks his bed and comes to you, placing the old style red one next to the other red one, his steve crouching at your alex repeatedly as he jumps and lands into bed.

You laugh and lay right next to him.

“That was totally worth losing your checkpoint” you joke and peter gets it, laughing.

“Hey wanna come over and burn some pizza rolls?”

“Of course, peter. Can you warm my heart too?”

“Id love too”

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voidselfshipp · 4 years

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A Heart Of Ashes

Chapter 2

Pt1.

Its around half past eight, jerico wondered if stoker was still in the laboratory.

So she put on her boots and Walked to said laboratory.

Though.. the place was huge, it felt like a maze,and listening to her gut feeling,she got there,after a good fifteen minutes.

--Hey stoker

The british Man stopped mixing two chemicals togheter, and Turned to the door, a smile crossed his lips under his mask,but you could hear it in his tone as he said--Ah...you again...how delightfull, Oh do be careful of the napalm...tricky stuff

--Ill be mindful of that--she Walked right past the unarmed molotov grenades--Watcha working on?

--Just some upgrades for these old girls, oh Grab a pair of goggles and some rubber gloves if you stick around, wouldnt want to cause any accidents

Jeri nodded and snatched the closest of those ítems, she casually hovered over stokers shoulder who finished mixing the two chemicals,only for them to explode into a dark cloud of nothingness.

--Ah horse raddish...

By the way he left both mixing tubes on the table she noticed her companion was frustrated.

She patted his back softly--How about we get something to eat, maybe you need to take some fresh air

Stoker stood there to think about it for a bit, then nodded --Yeah...thatd be wonderfull

--Great,lets go!

During their walk however, Someone stopped them.

--Hey! So youre the New guy huh?

The british Man sighed in annoyance,crossing his arms--Oh do bugger off phantom, we have places to go

--ey ey relax Man, I just want to take a moment to greet our New recruit--phantom Turned to jerico-- heard you were dangerous huh? I like that in a woman

Suddenly, Harold felt his blood boil, as jeri couldnt help but giggle at the cheesy pickup lines.

In a stupid fit of jealousy,he grabbed his lighter and pressed the flame against phantoms pants, who in a matter of seconds lit afire, he then with a mischevious smile Turned to jerico-- tell me....can you smell something Burning...? Oh its probably nothing,lets go dear, im starving

He put an arm around jeri and Walked her away as phantom ran around in circles, blissfully unaware of this sunstorm just shrugged it off.

--Did you just really burnt phantoms pants so he would stop talking to jerico?-- ember asked, arms crossed as both grabbed their food.

--well he was making her unconfortable!

--Dont make excuses for yourself Harold I know you

The Man sighed letting his shoulders fall--okay maybe I have a crush on her what about it....

Ember started to laugh--Thats adorable Harold, I wish you the best of luck --She patted his back.

During dinner Ember politely excused herself,leaving both veterans to talk.

--So--stoker started without a clear topic to talk about--Youre a veteran?

-- I am,Ive seen a lot of fucked up shit I tell you that

He chuckled and nodded in agreement--war, how do the kids put it ,ah yes, fucking sucks

--It really does,you loose Friends, people youre closed...and you never know

--If youll end up coming home to them--both meet eachothers gaze--i know the feeling quite well...

Both smile, and talk softly about their time in the military.

Stoker decided to pack up his little science proyect and walk around the bases courtyard with jerico, the moon shine brightly, and both strolled down calmly.

--I remember this one time, me and my Dad were leaders of two different squadrons,you had to see the soldiers faces when they realize their commander was my dad....it was hilarious,specially because we look nothing alike

--Hmm, May I inquire as to why?

--Dad adopted me when I was a kid, and we really look nothing alike,and well, when training, my old Man is very harsh and strict, I tend to be that one godsend seargeant who cuts some slack on the soldiers, its quite funny really

The brit laughed and nodded--yes it is

--And how about you?, whats your story ?

He took a deep breath,and put his hands behind his neck--Well,I used to be a squadron I had to make a rough decision,and I did it,thankfully nobody had to die that day,except For the bad guys of course

And they spend the night talking about their anecdotes,laughing, and comforting eachother.

--mind if I Scort you to your room?

--Not at all

Stoker giggled and put an arm around jerico,And both Walked into the building in silence, the whole place was quiet, aside from some who spent the night playing videogames and their rage screams could be heard from outside their room

When they arrived though,jeri took Harolds hand--Dont you want to spend the night here?,your room is on the other side of the building

--Oh I dont want to bother

--You dont,come on in

He sighed and nodded, taking off his jacket.

--I have a spare matress under my bed,i can sleep there

--What?,no way, I shoundt Rob You the comforts of your bed...

--Harold just take it

--Ill take the spare matress thats what ill take

Both stared at eachother,before sighing--Sharing?

--Sharing

Without much time wasted they got into the bed,their backs facing eachother.

--You wont take that mask off for sleeping?

--No, I wont

She sighed --You cant sleep like that

--Yes I can

She knew it wasnt her place to Keep demanding--Will you sleep comfortably?

A soft smile appeared on the Mans face--Yes, dont worry about me,now go get some sleep okay?

--You too.....goodnight

--Sweet dreams...

Ember groaned,facepalming.

This needed to stop.

--Oh you look so lovely today--stoker said softly elbowing jerico in the ribs, who then chuckled.

--And you look quite handsome too

Theyve been flirting like this for the entire day, ember was about to knock them both out....she couldnt take more of this mushy crap.

--oh I thought for a moment I found to emeralds....turns out it was just your eyes...--Harold said with his masks cheek resting on his hand.

Jericos cheeks turn baby Pink and both softly chuckle.

--If you two lovebirds are done, the guys at the kitchen need help on the cooler--vera said--its not working....

Both sighed and nodded.

However as both worked on the inside of the industrial Cooler, the door closed leaving them in pure darkness, aside from Jers phone lantern.

--Damnit...--stoker tried to Open the door to no avail...

And so they sat there in darkness.

-- d damn-- Harold said curling into a ball-- its cold here...

Jer, who was a natural heater, sat closer to him--I think I have an idea,but I need you to sit properly

--W what are y you planning to do?--He straightened his legs and his cheeks Turned red as he felt her sit on his lap and hug him-

-Like this we wont loose heat...

She was, oddly warm...how?.

Whatever questions he had, his survival was first so he hugged her, and hugged her tightly, feeling the warmth return to his body.

--Thats a whole lot better...thanks awfully..

--Dont mention it...

And after that day, they couldnt get enough of it ,everywhere was a good place to cuddle, while eating, after training,during briefings.

Everyone was losing their minds over how clingy both were.

Their feelings for eachother were so painfuly obvious...

And now, after a particular rough mission, jerico and stoker were cuddling in his room.

He pressed his mask against her back.

--Im just glad youre okay...--she whispers.

--Im just glad to be with you here--he answers back.

Though she was too tired to even try and comprehend what he said, so she nuzzled closer and smiled..

Soon enough she'll tell him.

She was glad to be by his side, and being able to hold him like that..and Him..well, he was happy to return to her in one piece.

#🧡🔥napal and spark🔥🧡#f/o fic #self insert #self ship #my f/os #self shipping #f/o x s/i #romantic f/o #f/o #f/o community

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prncessjosie · 4 years

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&&. announcing her royal highness, ( joséphine dominique anne de saxe-cobourg et gotha ), the ( 20 ) year old ( princess ) of ( belgium). she is often confused with ( dove cameron ). some say that she is ( aloof & naive), but she is actually ( friendly & optimistic ). ( OOC: EMILY / 25 / GMT +10 / SHE/HER )

( hi, i’m emily, come n love my babe )

( also quick warning: there is discussion of childhood illness (that is poorly researched as hell, i apologise for that) & stuff in here so if that’s triggering for you please just skip to the tl;dr at the end for the basic idea, or just message me! )

the backstory

princess joséphine was born under an unlucky star. she was born over two months early, when her mother - the crown princess anne of belgium - was only thirty weeks pregnant.

a difficult pregnancy led to an early c-section in the hope of keeping both mother and child alive

and in many ways it was successful. both survived the traumatic experience, but the newborn princess was too young, and her lungs were under developed.

she was diagnosed with chronic lung disease, and spent the first few months of her life in the hospital, where doctors and nurses and her parents worried whether she would be strong enough to survive.

but her parents were royalty - her father then the crown prince albert of belgium - and no expense was spared on the tiny baby christened joséphine’s health.

it took over a year before she could breathe without help, and most of her early childhood was marred by her inability to live a normal, healthy life.

running around like other children simply wasn’t an option ; too much exertion would have her gasping for breath, and her family became protective of their precious little princess.

any minor cold or flu would put her in a hospital bed, sometimes needing a machine to help her breathe.

she was watched constantly, wrapped up in cotton wool by all those around her who wanted only to see her safe.

slowly but surely, though, the princess began to get better. her lungs became stronger, and with each passing year she found herself able to do more and more.

what once would’ve caused her to need an oxygen mask now only gave her the slightest shortness of breath.

by her early teens, her health was almost the same as any other her age. but the struggles of her early life were hard to forget.

her family were protective, reluctant to let her take risks, and joséphine started to believe they were right.

staying safe was better than the alternative ; she’d seen enough of hospital rooms to last several lifetimes.

she kept herself away from the public eye as much as possible, not wanting anyone to see her weakness.

the present

josie has grown into an idealistic young woman

her health is fairly stable now! she really only has problems if she gets some kind of respitory illness - which is why she’s very careful about washing hands lmao

she’s a bit of a dreamer who likes to see the best in everyone ; she wants the world to be a better, more peaceful place and hates that they’re at war

the recent loss of her mother & her father’s coma have hit her hard. josie’s family have always been the people she spent the most time around, and it’s difficult to think her mother is gone and her father might never wake up

she’s proud of her sister, though, for stepping up in such a difficult time. josie’s certain that in her place, she’d never be able to rule anything. thank god she’s the youngest child, and will probably never have to take on any kind of power

she can be very naive ; an incredibly sheltered life has led her to not always knowing things. it can make her seem kind of dumb, sometimes - but don’t be fooled. one of the few activities josie was allowed to do even when she was sick was read, and over the years she’s learned a lot. she’s very book-smart, just not great with real life stuff sometimes

she’s also got a bit of a hidden adventurous streak that she’s tried to suppress but is starting to make itself known. there’s a lot she’s never really experienced, and josie is beginning to see how much she’s missed out on by being kept safe. it’s making her want to explore all kinds of new things, just because she can - but she’s nervous of the potential consequences of going too far

some TROPES for josie:

ILL GIRL ; The ill girl is almost inevitably a sympathetically cute girl.note The disease can be anything from anemia to organ failure. Smart writers avoid such specifics, making it a Soap Opera Disease. It will never disfigure or impair her cuteness, but usually prompts an older brother or sister figure into shady business to help pay the medical bills. Or prompts them to rush into some dangerous/brave deed while she cheers them on. ]

HAIR OF GOLD, HEART OF GOLD ; The character is a blonde. Therefore, obviously, she is young, beautiful, pure, kind, and innocent, and the innocence can range up to Virgin Power. If she fights, it's reluctantly and she tends to avoid violence where she can.

CAGED BIRD METAPHOR ; Many, many years ago, some artistic young woman destined for marriage looked at a pet bird in a cage and thought, "Look at this beautiful creature of the sky, confined to a cell that we may be entertained by its song... I know how that feels!" And thus this trope was born.

WIDE EYED IDEALIST ; A character far too idealistic for their own good.It may be the Naïve Newcomer who Jumped at the Call — he or she has a huge stack of comic books/movies/bards' tales, and thinks they're pretty Genre Savvy. Unfortunately, their universe is more toward the cynical end of the Sliding Scale of Idealism vs. Cynicism than the stories they know. Alternatively, they might just be generally nice people whose idealistic attempts at solving the problems of their world turn out to go horribly horribly awry as no one else plays by their rules. Usually used as nothing more than a device to highlight the realism/grittiness/cynicism of the setting.

BABY OF THE BUNCH ; Being the youngest of your group typically comes with some perks and challenges. On one side you're probably the cutest, have a pass to act immature, people like taking care of you, and you can embrace your fun side, knowing that the elders are there to handle the serious stuff. And if there's anything you're naïve about, you have plenty of others to give you the realest unfiltered advice without the generational gap and detachment that your parents or the Old Master have. On the other end, sometimes people don't take you seriously. There you're kinda stuck because no matter how old you get, you'll always be "the baby" in their eyes.

AND josie’s pinterest board is right here for all your aesthetic needs: https://www.pinterest.com.au/queenemilys/soon-youll-get-better-josephine/

TL;DR - princess josephine, sickly child turned sheltered young woman with curiosity about the real world. also dead parents so she’s probs sad, just for the record!

if you made it this far congrats ur a hero. i’m open for any and all plots, so please like this post if you want me to slide into ur dms to do that! or just message me any time.

#hshqintro

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tessxomarie · 6 years

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Saving You - Part I

*Hi everyone! First, I need to shoutout @hellosupernaturaldoctor for giving me advice and the confidence to even attempt this. This is my very first time writing any fan-fiction and the first time I’ve decided to post any of my writing some place other than a word doc. I’ve had this idea for this story since mid-season of the Mayans, and after the finale I put all my thoughts into a story. It starts off slow, but I promise what I have in store next will be worth it! PS, Any feedback is appreciated! - This story takes place a few months after the season one finale. Ez is now a newly patched in member, Alvarez is still working for Galindo; things have been quiet as of late, well for the most part.*

It’s a Friday afternoon, I’m just getting off of work. It’s hot as fuck outside – guess that’s the price you pay when you live in the desert. I lazily gather my purse from the backroom, before I step foot outside, I redo my hair. What was once a cute pony tail this morning has turned into a mangled mess. As my luck would have it, my hair tie snaps as soon as I go to wrap it around a third time. “Fuck.” I mumble to myself. I always wear an extra hair tie on my wrist, but I cannot have a naked wrist. “Fine, a mangled mane I will have. It’s fine, it’s fine.” I whisper to myself. If I don’t leave here now, I will lose all sanity I have left. Man, what a shit show day today has been, this heat must be getting to the kids. Two broken wrists, a broken arm, a no helmet incident and a random summer cold. I didn’t get puked or shit on, and no kid attempted to kick or hit, so I call today’s shit show a success. Just as I’m about to leave, one of my co-workers stops me, “Leah, good work today. You kept that broken arm kid really calm. Keep it up.” Elena tells me with a smile. “Thanks, Elena. I’m just doing my job, but I always welcome feedback, so thanks again.” I say to her as I head out the back door. It’s 4:30pm, I’ve been on the clock since 6am, one would think I deserve to simply go home and use my complex’s pool – oh one can dream. But nope, I’m still on the clock but I guess you could call this gig more of an always “on-call” service.

I pull up in my old school blacked out Jeep Grand Cherokee about twenty minutes after I leave the clinic to the Romeo Brothers Scrapyard, also known as the headquarters for the Mayans MC.

Chucky greets me, per usual. “Greetings Nurse Aleeah.” He says to me with a big smile and a salute. I let out a giggle as I always do whenever someone says my full name…I rarely ever go by it, but around here, I hear it more than I have in years. But Chucky, oh Chucky– how does one describe a chronic masturbator who has a good heart and is part of the biker world without truly being a biker? I guess I just did, didn’t I? “Hey Chucky, how are you?” I ask as I park and exit my Jeep. “I am well, swell actually. I have no complaints today.” Chucky answers with a big smile. “Good, I’m glad to hear that.” I say as I give his arm a friendly squeeze. “The boys need your assistance, I don’t know details but clearly someone got messed up hence why you are here.” Chucky explains in typical Chucky fashion.I roll my eyes as I stand in front of the clubhouse. “It’s always something with these boys, huh?” I rhetorically ask. Chucky nods his head and heads back to the office. I walk up the steps and take a deep breath before I enter the clubhouse. This club is like a box of chocolates, you never know what the fuck you’re going to get so it’s best you just grin and bear it. Is it just a cut from a broken beer bottle? Did a fight break out and there is blood everywhere? A bullet wound? A stabbing wound? A rat bite? Like I said, you just never know. I open the doors and pray today is nothing major. “Have no fear, your favorite RN is here.” I announce as I enter the clubhouse and strike a pose in the doorway. “Umm, isn’t it RN BSN?” Riz corrects as he stands and greets me. “Have I told you that you’re my favorite?” I reply with a playful wink and smile, it does make me truly happy that these guys acknowledge and are proud of my accomplishments. “Hola Aleeah.” Riz says to me while we greet with a warm hug, per usual. “Hey, I spy my favorite nurse!” Gilly shouts from across the room. Creeper, Hank and Taza also wave from the card table. “Greetings gentlemen, you all seem to be in one piece.” I say as I mosey around the few tables between me and the guys. “Although that pleases me, who is the one who called up 1-800-Rescue Nurse?” I sarcastically spit, which receives some laughs from the guys. “They’re in church.” Hank points towards the door. “They? Plural?” I ask looking at Riz, and he nods to confirm. “Jesus Christ.” I say palming my face. “Lee Baby!” Coco shouts from exiting church and walking over to me with open arms. “Ah, Coco Loco.” I reply with a smile and we hug. “How are you doing, Coco?” I ask after we break our embrace. “A lot better than your next two victims.” He replies, him not making much eye contact and that just gives it away – I know automatically who my victims are. “You gotta be kidding me? They got into it again?!” All Coco does is nod and look down at the floor. “How bad?” I ask. “What do you mean? How bad do they look? Or how bad is it between them?” Coco asks me. I shake my head with disgrace. I angrily take my steps towards church and I aggressively open the door. “Damn, she is pissed.” I hear Creeper’s echo as I close the door, as soon I enter the room. Looking at the table, I see them. One is at one end, the other one on the opposite end. I drop my nurse’s bag on the table and cross my arms. “You two have some damn nerve - getting into it again. Jesus. You’re fucking brothers, you are blood – blood don’t do this shit.” I yell with anger and confusion. Silence fills the air as the guys look at each other and up at me. Bishop then looks over to me and quirks an eyebrow and half smile. “Excuse my poor manners, Bish. Your boys tend to make me lose all sanity I have left at the end of a work week.” I tell him as I walk over and give him a warm embrace. “Oh Leah, you’re fine. I know this shit has been out of control recently.” Bishop pauses and looks over to the guys. He takes a deep breath. “I’ll let you handle them now. I’ll be outside if you need a referee.” Bishop exits and I just stand there, crossed arms again. Both boys refuse to look me in the eye, but instead stare each other down. “Are you just going to stand there?” Angel seethes. I let out a sarcastic laugh. “Give me one good reason as to why I should fix the both of you up? Huh? Because as I see it, this is the fourth time this month…THIS MONTH! Angel, please, humor me and explain to me why the fuck I should tend to your wounds yet again? Maybe if I let you both be, you’ll learn these fights aren’t worth it.” I take a deep breath myself, and I run my hand through my tangled hair, which I then end up putting up in a pony tail right after, I’ll just have to remember to find another hair tie to wear on my wrist later. “Alright, I’m sorry I went off. You two, you two just frustrate me.” I say holding my hands up mimicking a surrender. I take another breath and look between the boys. My gaze is drawn to EZ, probably because he’s the easier one out of the two. “Okay, EZ, I see that nasty cut on your cheek, oh and your hand – good going big brother.” I say as I look over to Angel. He looks away the moment I look his way. “Shocker, EZ gets to be first yet again.” Angel chirps. “Seriously?” I snap. “I’m over here fucking bleeding, I could be dying but all you and anyone ever cares about is Ezekiel.” “Shut it Angel, just shut it, please.” I beg. I start to tend to EZ’s war wounds; some cuts, a nasty one on his cheek – I’m guessing Angel’s rings got the best of him this time around. EZ, he doesn’t say much this time I’m here. I know that he feels the same way as me – he’s tired of this back and forth shit with his brother. “EZ, no more. It’s one thing when you all call me to take a bullet out, or to give a rabies shot, but this shit – playground fights, I’m done.” I explain as I place the last bandage strip to his cheek. EZ doesn’t make eye contact, and his jaw is clenched. His knees shaking. “I know, Lee. I’m sorry you’re doing this again.” EZ tells me as he finally meets my eyes for the first time. EZ, he’s easy to read. He wears his emotions in his eyes, his eyes right now are filled with pain and sadness. This whole feud with Angel, it’s taken a toll on everyone in this club. It’s been almost eight months of this fuckery. “Remove the bandage Sunday night, it needs about 48 hours to heal. If you feel the need to remove it beforehand, clean it thoroughly. Have some of your favorite tequila tonight, and you will be good.” I tell EZ as I throw away the things I used to care for him. “Thanks, Lee.” He says as he kisses me on the cheek and walks somberly out of church. My heart aches for EZ, because the pain – physical and emotional is all over his face and body. Angel hasn’t taken his eyes off of the wall nor has he spoken. I slide my bag down the table as I slowly make my way towards him. Rubber gloves are on, and I grab his face. “Let’s see your damage.” I say, like a dog would when a human goes to check their mouth for something, Angel gives me a little tension as I touch his face. Again, no eye contact. A look of annoyance screams from his expression. I see a nasty cut on the side of his head, by his eye – a sensitive area which bleeds more than most. A black eye is also forming. “Jesus Christ, Angel.” I say examining the cut a little further. “This has to stop. I’m begging. I cannot deal with looking at you two like this, because my fear is that one day, I’m going to be too late to help any of you.” “What if it is?” He spews. I scoff, “No more.” Is all I manage to say. I take out an alcohol swab to clean out his cut. “This is going to sting, on the count of three – one, two, three.” I say as I then put the swab against the cut. A loud hiss comes from Angel and an instant reaction of mine is to grab his face and blow lightly at the cut, helping the sting not be so painful. Angel’s eyes then lock with mine, a look of shock and confusion fill his brown eyes. Angel and I, we’ve had a very interesting relationship since I first came to Santo Padre. He gave me an attitude and I gave it right back – he seemed more pissed off when I talked back than just walking away, and the more I talked back, the more tension built up between us. We started out on the wrong foot, and that’s how we have remained. He lets me care for him, depending on the time of day. Sometimes he lets his girlfriend, well I think she’s his girlfriend, Adelita, clean him up. Today, for whatever reason, he stuck around the clubhouse. I continue to blow on his wound, and I wince back in pain for him because I know it had to sting like a bitch. “Uhh, sorry. It’s a habit of mine, when I treat the kids, I have to do this; they hate it too, so that technique helps them...” I ramble and look away because I sense a bit of embarrassment, as I’ve never been “nice” to Angel. I look and reach back at the table to grab what I need next, just as I turn to face Angel again, I notice a very small smile on his face. “What?” I question, because seeing him smile legit concerns me. “It’s nothing, Leah.” He says monotone and lets me continue working on him. A few more minutes go by, and I determine that he doesn’t need any stitches, just a little butterfly work on one of his eyebrows. “Okay, that’s all. No stitches today, that cut on the side of your face, it’s a sensitive area that bleeds more than most. Your eyebrow cut, it’s an awkward cut – it’s ugly but not ugly enough for stitches. My only request is when you clean it out, could you please use both water and soap?” I emphasize. I know how these guys operate. They either use a dirty rag or tap water to clean themselves up. I turn to clean up my stuff and Angel lets out a minor laugh, which catches me off guard. I look at him and quirk an inquisitive look. Angel stands up, he turns behind his chair and lightly pounds his fist to the back of it. “You sounded just like my ma.” He tells me, in the softest voice I have ever heard Angel speak in. I offer him a small smile as I already know what that history is. Angel leaves church, and per usual no other words are spoken, no thank you’s, nothing. I stay behind a few more moments and collect my thoughts and belongings. I hear the door open, at first I’m startled but relieved it’s just Bishop. “How we doin’, sweetheart?” He asks. I let out a very deep sigh and my facial expression tells my feelings of this whole ordeal. Bishop can’t help but laugh, “I know, Lee. I know.” He tells me as he pulls me in for a hug. “I just need to go home and lay in bed and watch a trashy romcom.” I exclaim as I grab my bag. “I think you’ve deserved that, but before you go – you have a visitor.” He tells me. A look of a deer in the head-lights flashes across my face, who the hell could be visiting me? “Just come with me.” Bishop motions for me to take his hand and follow him. Nerves take over, with the Club, you never know what can happen. As I exit the room, I see the guys scattered all over the clubhouse yet all eyes are on me. “Your visitor is the biggest pain in my ass, so make it quick.” Bishop says, but I catch his playfulness I his voice and I look to the bar and I see who Bishop is talking about – Marcus Alvarez.

#Mayans MC #fanfic #My writing #angel reyes #ez reyes

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whitehorsetiger · 6 years

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To Return Home

The reef-mer and the shark-mer had been at war for years, so long no one was really sure why they were even fighting anymore. The two different kingdoms avoided each other, neither of them really wanting to get into any scuffles. Eventually they decided to end the animosity between them, the youngest prince of the sharks was to marry the prince of the reef. That was until…the night before the wedding, the prince of the reef vanished.

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Prince Lance, youngest child of the king and queen of the sharks was exploring the open ocean around sunset. It had been almost a year since his ill-fated engagement to the prince of the reef mer and Lance, was not all that bothered about it. Sure, he was sad for the queen, who had lost her only child, but Lance had never met the other prince, so he wasn’t that torn up over the loss of his would-be husband.

A ship had passed through this area recently, in fact it was very close by. Twitching his tail lightly, Lance shrugged to himself. He had nothing better to do today, might as well see what the humans were up to. There wasn’t anyone else around, not for miles. Lance had been travelling between two different provinces, hoping to catch one of the other shark pods on their migration paths. Unfortunately, he’d missed them so was heading back to where he was supposed to meet his family. He had time.

Lance streaked through the water easily, very quickly catching up with the ship. Lance bobbed to the surface for a second, spotting the ship not too far away. It was a huge sailing vessel and Lance’s jaw dropped. Lance didn’t really go actively look for human vessels, he didn’t really have that much interest in them. Didn’t stop him taking a look when they were there, or if he found a sunken ship having a poke around. But that had to be one of the biggest ships he’d ever seen in his life.

Diving back underwater, Lance followed the ship with lazy flicks of his tail. That was until he saw, something, in the water. Lance froze, watching the mass of…something in the water. Then that something moved and Lance darted over. It was a person, a person slowly sinking towards the sea floor. They weren’t moving, head tilted back with a few small bubbles escaping through their nose. Lance grabbed them and hauled them up to the surface.

Lance thrashed his tail powerfully to keep the two of them above the water, holding the human close and hoping he wasn’t dead. A cough and water flowed out of the human’s mouth, before he took a deep, shuddering breath. He was still unconscious, but at least he was alive.

“How did you even manage to fall off the boat?” Lance said, assuming that’s what happened, “Lucky I was in the area.”

He could haul this human back to the boat, it wasn’t too far away. But, Lance had no idea if he would be able to get the two of them up on deck. Land would be easier, it wasn’t too far away and there was a human settlement by the beach so this human could get the help he needed. With this plan in mind, Lance floated onto his back, settling Keith on his chest and beginning to pull him along. No problem.

****

It was dark by the time they reached shore, which Lance was grateful for. He did not really want to be bothered by humans, especially with what he was about to do. Mer were elegant, beautiful and graceful creatures. All that immediately went away when they tried to go on land. Lance flopped inelegantly onto the sand, hauling himself and the human out of the water. Luckily it was high tide, so Lance didn’t need to pull him up that far to get to relative safety.

Lance panted harshly as he dropped the human on the beach, unused to having to use his lungs for so long. After a few seconds, Lance turned back to the human. Lance could see his chest rising and falling with breaths, resting his head on the man’s chest, Lance breathed out a sigh of relief as he heard his heart thundering away in his chest. The human wasn’t going to die, well…not immediately.

Shuffling over to the human, Lance peered at him. He didn’t look at humans that much, or this closely. It was dark, but the light of the moon was more than enough for Lance. Very gently, he pushed the human’s dark hair away from his face. Lance hummed lightly, running his finger over smooth, pale skin.

“You know,” he said, “You’re kind of pretty, for a human.”

Lance tilted his head back and gave a loud cry, hoping someone would hear him and come looking. He didn’t really just want to leave this human alone on the beach.

“You know, you are really lucky,” Lance said, “I’m being far to nice to you.”

He swished his tail in the sand lightly, resting his hand on the human’s chest.

“Well, you’re still breathing,” he said , “If someone finds you while we’re soon young, you’ll be just fine.”

It took a little while for anyone to respond to Lance’s cries, the whole time he kept talking to the unconscious human. There wasn’t any need to, but Lance was just going to keep talking.

“I think it came from over here!” Voices shouted suddenly.

Lance smiled, spotting the light the humans were carrying as they made their way onto the beach.

“Well, this is where I leave you,” Lance smiled, “Don’t go falling off of anymore boats again, you might not be so lucky next time.”

Giving the human’s cheek one last poke for good measure, Lance hauled himself back into the water. He swam far enough away that the human’s lights wouldn’t reveal him, but Lance could still keep an eye on what was happening.

The humans rushed down the beach, obviously spotting the person laying there. The two of them immediately started attending to him, they talked in hushed voices, discussing how they were going to move the human. Lance smiled, seemed he was in good hands.

****

It was a couple of weeks before Lance returned to the land where he’d dropped off the human. He hadn’t gone with the intention of looking for the human, he’d gone because it was right besides reef-mer territory and he was going to discuss the new terms of the treaty. So, during a break from peace talks, Lance decided to head towards the land. He doubted he would see the human he saved, but there were some reef sharks that liked to hang around that area.

Lance slipped under the docks, wove between the ships. It was busy, but the humans were too preoccupied with whatever they were doing to notice him. There was a large building up on a cliff not that far away, people seemed to like dropping thigs off this cliff and Lance liked picking them up. He liked shiny things, thought they were pretty, and humans seemed to be obsessed with them.

Lance picked through the silt at the bottom of the cliff, flicking his tail to stir up the sand. He didn’t see anything shining, which was a bit disappointing but, he was almost instantly distracted by a loud splash.

Lance’s head snapped up and he spotted someone thrashing in the water…and what was it with humans and trying to down lately. This human could blatantly not swim, struggling to keep their head above the water. Lucky Lance was here, lucky they hadn’t been impaled on the rocks or hit the cliff during their fall. Darting forwards, Lance wrapped his arms around the human’s waist, dodging the thrashing limbs as best he could. With a powerful flick of his tail, he pulled the two of them to the surface.

The human gripped Lance’s shoulders, taking several deep breaths and Lance was struck with a sudden realisation.

“What the hell?” Lance snapped, “I save you when you fall off the boat and then you fall off a cliff? I think you should just avoid water from now on.”

The human was still conscious this time, so Lance got a good look at dark blue/purple eyes glowering at him. The human did not seem all that happy, but he’d gone pretty much limp in Lance��s arms, only his hands gripping tightly to Lance’s shoulder. He didn’t seem to have anything to say, so with a shrug, Lance pulled him around to the beach.

The human walked out of the water, before turning around to look at Lance. He was still glaring lightly, but his eyes widened when he saw the long shark-tail extending behind Lance. It wasn’t like humans didn’t know mer existed, its just most won’t have any interaction with them, or have any they are aware of. Lance swished his tail lightly, churning up the water.

“Look, just don’t count on me being there to save you next time,” Lance said, “Just stay away from water for a bit, you’re not having much luck.”

Turning around, Lance dragged himself back into the water. The human was still there, standing on the beach as Lance swam away.

****

A few days past and Lance found himself back at the beach where he’d dropped off the human. What could he say? He was curious. What he wasn’t expecting was for the human to be there, sat on the beach, staring out into the water. Lance frowned lightly, what was the human doing? He could just leave, there was no obligation for him to speak to this human. But Lance was nothing if not curious, so he steadily swam closer.

“I thought I told you to stay away from the water,” Lance said, surfacing a short distance away from where the human was.

The human’s head snapped up, immediately finding Lance’s head in the water. He stood up, making his way towards the waterline. Flicking his tail, Lance essentially beached himself so the human didn’t have to go any further than necessary.

“What are you even doing out here? Don’t you have somewhere else to be?” Lance asked.

The human shook his head, before pointing to Lance.

“You were looking for me?” Lance asked.

The human shrugged, tilting his head from side to side.

Lance frowned, propping his chin up on his hand.

“What were you even doing on that boat? And on the edge of that cliff?” he asked.

The human looked at him, blinking lightly, before tapping his throat.

“You can’t speak?” Lance asked.

The human shook his head.

“Huh,” Lance replied, “Interesting.”

****

Lance’s curiosity over the human only grew, the fact he couldn’t talk and answer all of Lance’s burning questions only fuelled the fire. As did the fact he didn’t seem all that bothered about the fact Lance was a mer. Lance just chattered away to him as the human sat beside him in silence, he seemed to be enjoying their time together, so Lance just kept going back.

One morning Lance headed towards the beach and his human wasn’t there. He halted almost immediately, ducking behind one of the rocks sticking out of the water. Peering around, Lance watched as the two of them walked along the beach, holding hands. As he watched, they lent in for a kiss. It was cute. He then spotted his human heading down the beach, who seemed to freeze at the sight of the other two humans. They noticed him and made their way up to talk to him. Lance’s human didn’t really seem all that happy around them, clearly very stiff and uncomfortable. Lance felt himself tensing, anger rising. Eventually, the two of them left and his human came further down the beach.

Lance bobbed closer, sliding up onto the beach and stretching out on his front.

“So, who were they?” he asked, smiling lightly.

His human curled his arms around himself, squeezing slightly before shrugging and gesturing to the big building on top of the cliff.

“They live up there?” Lance replied, his human nodded, “Ah, how do you know them?”

His human blinked, before his eyebrow twitched and he frowned.

“I’m going to have to work it out myself then,” Lance said, “Will you tell me if I get it right?”

His human let out a long breath, before shrugging.

Lance hummed, “Childhood friends?”

Head shake.

“Parents are old friends?”

Head shake.

“Met randomly in the woods?”

Another head shake.

“You stumbled into the big house by accident?”

An eyeroll accompanied the head shake.

“Well you’re not giving me much to go off of!” Lance said.

He got a smile from that one.

****

“Where have you been going!” Pidge said suddenly, making Lance jump.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Lance shrugged.

He sighed, stretching out more on the rock he was sunbathing on.

“You’ve been vanishing, not being around, not hanging out with us,” Pidge said, listing off on her fingers.

“Nothing unusual,” Lance said, “I’m a busy guy.”

“You’re literally doing nothing,” Pidge said, gesturing around.

“I’m taking a break from my busy life,” Lance replied.

“We’re just worried about you dude,” Hunk added, propping his head up in his hand.

“Nothing,” Lance shrugged, “Don’t worry, I’m just around.”

He could feel the look Pidge and Hunk shot each other, Lance sighed.

“Look, I’m just hanging around the cliffs,” Lance said, “People toss stuff down there all the time, I like to see if I can find pretty things.”

Pidge made a suspicious humming noise, before poking Lance in the cheek.

“You’re just acting odd,” she said.

“Odd?” Lance asked, flipping over onto his front, “How so?”

“You’re acting like…like…” Pidge’s eyes widened, “Oh! Who are they?”

“Who is who?” Lance asked.

Hunk made an excited noise, slapping his hand on the rock.

“You have a thing for someone.”

Lance felt his heart just about drop into his stomach.

“No I don’t!” Lance protested, voice far, far too high pitched to be believable.

“Oh my god,” Pidge said slapping her forehead, “Why didn’t I see it sooner, you have a thing for someone.”

“No I…” Lance protested weakly, before burring his face in his hands.

Oh no, no…no…no! This could not be happening. His human was...well human! Lance could not have a thing for him, he didn’t even know his human’s name.

“Awh!” Hunk chirruped, “So who are they?”

Lance kept his head buried in his hands, letting out several harsh breaths.

“Lance?” Hunk asked, “Lance are you ok?” Lance shook his head, curling his hands into fists. The sound of splashing and Lance was suddenly squished between his two friends.

“Hey,” Pidge said, “What’s wrong?”

Lance let out a huff of breath, “Nothing, it doesn’t matter.”

“Oh come on,” Pidge said, “Don’t make me say it.”

“You’re going to have to say it,” Hunk replied.

“Please I don’t want to,” she said.

“Just say it,” Hunk said.

“Fine,” Pidge sighed, “We care about you and want to know what is bothering you ok?”

Lance looked up, glancing between them before flicking his tail lightly.

“I can’t like him,” Lance said.

“Is he a selkie?” Hunk asked, “You know your parents would be fine with that.”

“Worse,” Lance said.

“Not a trench mer,” Hunk said, “You can’t survive that deep and they don’t like light!”

“He’s human,” Lance replied.

There was a pause, then a blink.

“You have got to be kidding me,” Pidge said.

“I wish I was,” Lance said, collapsing back on the rock.

“So, how?” Hunk asked, “It’s not everyday you get to talk to a human.”

“He fell off a boat into the water, then fell off a cliff into the water,” Lance said, “I saved him twice and we just started talking, well, I did, he can’t talk.”

“Oh,” Pidge said, “He can’t talk? Sounds perfect for you.”

“Shut up,” Lance said, “He’s nice, sweet. I don’t really know anything about his past though. Not that he could tell me even if he wanted to.”

“So what are you thinking?” Hunk said.

Lance shrugged, “Get over it, what else am I supposed to do. Humans and mer can’t be a thing, there’s no way.”

“You could ask Shiro,” Hunk said.

“What and leave the ocean? Leave my family?” Lance said, “No thanks.”

“Maybe there’s another way?” Pidge asked, “Don’t know until you ask.”

Lance shrugged, “I’ll think about it.”

****

Lance went to the docks late one night, scouring for coins people had dropped between the wood. Bobbing to the surface, Lance moved to tug at the mussels attached to the wood. They were Rachel’s favourite and it always paid to stay on her good side. That, was when he heard the sniffling.

Lance floated forwards slightly, eyes scanning the area to see if he could spot whoever was crying. It was really late at night, so who the hell was out at this time? Lance froze when he spotted the figure sitting on the dock, head buried in his hands. That was Lance’s human.

Flicking his tail, Lance launched himself onto the dock. His human jumped, staring at Lance, probably not expecting what just happened.

“What’s wrong?” Lance asked, resting his hand on the human’s arm.

He jerked away, glaring at Lance lightly with red eyes.

“I look for coins and things here,” Lance explained, “Also the mussels attached to the posts are pretty good.”

The human let out a long breath, looking down at his hands.

“So, what’s wrong?” Lance asked, tilting his head to one side.

The human glared at him for a moment, before letting out a long breath. For a moment, Lance honestly thought he was going to get up and leave. Lance blabbered for ages about his life, his family, everything really. His human seemed unwilling to share anything and not just because he couldn’t talk. This time though, there was a long sigh, before the gesturing started.

He tapped his chest lightly.

“You?” Lance said.

A nod, gesture of walking fingers.

“Walk?”

Shake

“Go?”

Head tilt.

“Leave?”

Nod, pointing to the building on the hill.

“That building?”

Shake.

“Building?”

Shake.

“House?”

Head tilt.

“Home?”

Nod.

“So, you left home?” Lance asked.

His human nodded, before resting a hand over his chest.

“What?”

A frustrated frown, before he thumped his chest.

“Chest?” Lance asked.

An eyeroll, his human lifted up Lance’s hand, miming placing a kiss on it.

“Kiss?”

A glower.

“Love?”

A nod.

“You left home because you love someone?” Lance asked.

His human gestured idly.

“I have no idea what you’re saying,” Lance said.

He got an eyeroll for that. But Lance had a sinking feeling in his chest, his human was sobbing, on his own, in the dark.

“They don’t love you back?” Lance asked.

A nod.

“Why don’t you go back home?”

A headshake.

“You can’t?”

Another nod.

“I’m sorry.”

A shrug.

There was a long beat of silence.

“So there’s no chance?” Lance asked.

The human shook his head. He gestured to his neck, then his left hand. Lance was confused for a few moments, then he realised what was being mimed.

“Marriage?” he asked, a nod.

“They married someone else?” Lance asked.

Another nod.

“Well…that sucks,” Lance said.

He got a weak smile for that.

“I was supposed to get married you know,” Lance said, leaning back.

He got a curious look.

“To a prince of the next kingdom over, he vanished before we could though.”

Wide-eyed his human stared at him.

“I didn’t tell you I was a prince did I?”

A headshake.

“Probably should have mentioned that.”

A nod.

****

I’ll think about it turned into Lance braving the dark waters to find himself in Shiro’s cave. Ok, braving was a stretch, the only thing scary about Shiro’s cave was it was dark and kind of…spiky. There were also sharks that patrolled around the area, but they didn’t bother Lance.

Running his hand down the side of one of them, Lance smiled.

“Hey buddy,” Lance said with a smile, “You doing a good job huh.”

The shark flicked past him, and Lance continued forwards.

“Hello? Shiro?” Lance called into the cave, slipping between the spiky rocks, “Are you there?”

“Who’s there?” a voice called from deeper in the cave.

“Um, I’m Lance? Prince of the sharks?” Lance called.

He’d never met Shiro before, never really had a reason to use his magic. Everyone had heard of him though.

“Prince of the sharks? Interesting,” Shiro said.

Lance flicked forwards slightly, hovering slightly in what could be equated to a doorway.

“I need some help,” he said.

“Of course,” Shiro said, “That’s all anyone comes for.”

Lance winced, “I’m sorry?”

“Don’t worry, it’s not your fault,” Shiro said, “I’m the one living in a dark cave…in the middle of nowhere…with sharks surrounding the area…yeah, it’s really my own fault. So, what are you after?”

“It’s a bit of a strange request,” Lance said, flicking in a bit more.

“I promise you,” Shiro said, “It will not be the strangest thing I’ve ever been asked for.”

“I, I think I like a human?” Lance said, “And I want to do something about it?”

Shiro froze for a second, before shaking his head.

“No, no, nononononononono…I can’t help you,” he said, waving his hands around, “I don’t do transformations into humans anymore, anything else yes, this no.”

“Wait, wait,” Lance said, cutting off Shiro’s rambling, “I don’t want to be a human.”

“You don’t?” Shiro asked, “Well, good, so what were you thinking?” “I don’t know, I was hoping for suggestions?” Lance said.

Shiro hummed, tapping his chin lightly. He opened his mouth several times to say something, but kept closing it thoughtfully.

“There might be something I can do,” Shiro said hesitantly, “But it won’t be easy. Do you really like this human?”

Lance nodded, “I do, I just, he seems so lonely and I want to help.”

Shiro nodded, “Alright, There are several ingredients I need you to gather, they’re not hard to get a hold of, they’re just a bit far away. The finished product should enable him to breathe underwater, although, he’d not park selkie or mer or anything water based right? Because it will turn him into that.”

Lance nodded, “I can do that and I don’t think so?”

Shiro nodded, “I’ll give you a list, when you get everything to me, I can make it for you.”

****

“I need to go away for a while,” Lance said, “I’ll be back soon enough.”

His human stared at him for a moment, face dropping and arms crossing over his chest.

“I have something important to do, I’ll be back before you know it,” Lance shrugged.

His human seemed to droop even more, picking lightly at his fingernails.

“Promise, you won’t even miss me,” Lance smiled, resting a hand on his shoulder, “Won’t even notice I’m gone.”

This didn’t seem to help, so Lance pulled him into a hug. His human was not expecting this and tensed at the contact, but soon relaxed against Lance’s chest.

“Just don’t go falling off things into the water while I’m away ok?” Lance said, “I won’t be here to save you.”

There was a huff of breath against his collarbone, and hesitant arms wrapped around his waist.

Shiro was right, the ingredients were not difficult to get, just far apart. Lance had been to far flung placed before, he was a shark, migrating around the ocean was what they did. He collected fallen sharks teeth, headed to the icy waters to sheer a tiny amount of a narwhal tusk, dove into the depths to collect whale bones, plucked spines of urchins, arms off starfish, a hair from the mane of a sea serpent. There was not one corner of the ocean he had not scoured. A black pearl, scales from the immortal fish, a sucker from a kraken, an increasing range of rare and exotic ingredients.

It took a while, but eventually, Lance had brought Shiro all the ingredients. He slept for almost a full day after that, after having to endure the endless badgering from Pidge and Hunk. After that, he collected the finished potion from Shiro and headed towards the beach.

****

His human wasn’t there, which was probably not unexpected. Lance splayed out on the rock beside the beach, looking out to the sand. He didn’t appear that day, or the next, or the next. Lance began to grow worried, had he forgotten? Given up on Lance? Left the area?

On the fifth day, Lance was just about ready to give up. Maybe his human had found happiness, that would be nice. It broke his heart, but, just as long as he was happy. After all, that was what this had been for. So what if he found that happiness without Lance. Flicking his tail, Lance thumped it on the rock. Alright, fine, Lance was a little annoyed, he’d done so much to get this potion.

The sound of loud splashing, Lance’s head shot up. His human, there, wading through the water towards him.

“Hey! Hey! What?” Lance said, reaching out a hand.

His human grabbed his hand, allowing Lance to pull him up onto the rock.

“What on earth were you?” Lance started, but never finished.

Arms wrapped around his shoulders, pulling him into a tight hug. Lance laughed, curling his own arms around the human.

“I didn’t think you were going to come back,” Lance said with a chuckle.

A headshake and a squeeze.

“So you missed me?”

There was no reply to that, but Lance could see the pale skin going red.

“I’m going to take that as a yes.”

The two of them sat together on the rock, Lance held out the small glass bottle.

“This should help you breathe underwater,” he said, “It’s what I’ve been getting for you while I’ve been away. This way, you can come visit my family, my friends, you wouldn’t have to be so alone anymore. Apparently if you’re half a water-based creature like a selkie you’ll become one? So just?”

Whatever Lance was going to say next was cut off as arms wrapped tightly around his neck, his human burying his face in the soft skin there.

“Um? Ok, it’s not really that big of a…” Lance started, but was cut off again as the human pressed their lips together.

Lance froze, at a complete loss as to what was happening. It finally seemed registered and he began to kiss his human back, resting one hand on his waist, the other curling in his hair. Lance pulled away slightly.

“What was that for?”

A look of how can you be so stupid, but with an affectionate smile.

“Yeah but, what about the other…” Lance said.

A hand over his mouth stopped Lance from continuing, he got an eyeroll and the human’s hand moving from over his mouth to cup his cheek. He pressed their lips together again, before taking the small glass bottle out of Lance’s hand.

“I mean…you don’t have to if you don’t want too I just thought…” Lance didn’t even get to finish before his human drained the whole thing in one, “Or you could do that I guess.”

There was a pause and Lance wondered if it had worked, then his human doubled over, clutching his head.

“Hey,” Lance said, “Hey, are you ok?”

It was a really, really stupid question. Especially as the human began to pitch sideways, ridged in pain. Lance reached forwards, grabbing him so he wouldn’t fall in the water and pulling him into a tight hug.

“You’re ok,” Lance said softly, “You’re going to be ok.”

Lance held him close to his chest, rubbing up and down his back and holding tight as he thrashed in pain. He had no idea what to do, what was happening, all he could do was hold his human tight and wait for the pain to pass. And hope nothing bad would happen, well, nothing worse then what was currently happening.

Eventually, his human went limp in his arms. Lance let out a long breath, nosing lightly at his human’s hair. It took a moment for Lance to realise he’d squeezed his eyes closed, human clutched close to him. Cautiously, Lance peeled his eyes open, moving his human away from his chest to look down at him. A sharp inhale as Lance cupped the face of…who was a human.

Red scales crawled up his neck and cheeks, fins folded in front of his ears. Lance shifted his eyes down, the red and black scales running down his arms to slightly webbed fingers. A smooth black and red tail laying over the rock with soft fish-fins spread out. He was a mer, a reef mer if Lance took a guess. A hand curled around his wrist and purple-blue eyes flickered open to look at him.

“Lance,” he croaked, voice rough with disuse.

His head dropped backwards as he fell unconscious.

****

Lance looked out at the water, wondering how long he could stay here until someone realised he was missing. Sighing, Lance looked back and down. What was once his human, who is now apparently a mer was curled up in the curve of Lance’s tail. His head was resting on Lance’s waist, soft puffs of water running over his skin. Reaching out, Lance tangled his hand in dark hair, scratching lightly at the scalp underneath. He got a soft noise and the mer curled up tighter, before opening his eyes.

“Lance?” he croaked out again.

His eyes darted down, looking at his hands, his tail, smoothing his hands up his face to his earfins. Lance just watched, waiting for the mer to get his barings.

“I guess I owe you an explanation,” he said, smiling a little awkwardly.

“You could start with your name,” Lance replied.

He pushed himself out of the curve of Lance’s tail, resting on the rocky floor of the underwater cave beside him.

“I’m Keith,” he said, “I…I’m the prince of the reef mer, I guess…that makes me your fiancé?”

Lance froze, staring at Keith, twitching his tail lightly.

“You’re who?” he said.

“Keith,” he said, “Prince of the reef mer, I…”

He looked up the top of the cave, flicking his fins.

“The night before our wedding, I panicked,” he continued, “I had fallen in love with a human and…no offense…I didn’t really want to marry a stranger. So, I went to Shiro and he made me human. The human though, he loved another and I…didn’t think there was any way I could return home.”

Reaching out, Lance rested a hand on his shoulder, giving it a squeeze.

Keith looked up, smiling lightly. Flicking his tail, Keith swam to cup Lance’s face gently.

“But you,” Keith said, “You did so much for me, you travelled through every ocean for me.”

Keith pressed their mouths together, curling his arms around Lance. Making a surprised noise, Lance wrapped his arms around Keith’s waist, pulling him closer.

“You brought me home,” Keith whispered softly.

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Little Lyanna

Summary: Jon is out of his mind with worry, trying to busy himself as his wife labours their baby into the world... They've been trying so long, and they had once thought it would not happen.

Notes: As you know, I am taking part in a challenge on tumblr by user 'JonerysFic' and 'MhysaOfDragons' in which for seven days from Valentines day I am uploading a new one shot. The prompts have been provided and the stories have all been written and I gotta say you're in for a lot of Jonerys content. So Day 7, the last day, 20th February, which is when I'm uploading this, the prompt I chose was 'Free Choice'. So I got thinking and decided to expand on my glorious reign series and give you the birth of their first child, Lyanna.

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/17864576

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Jon was going crazy.

Waiting for the arrival of his and Dany’s child had left him drinking with Tyrion in the hands quarter as a promise to Dany that he’d stay away while she laboured their baby. All of the dogs in King’s Landing were howling, due to the storm that had captured the city and by extension scared the inhabitants into staying inside. Lighting and rain, flashing and fierce. There had been four storms since he and Dany assumed the throne five years ago, but this had by far been the worse. Ironic that their child would also be known as Stormborn like it’s mother, but that also left deep rooted fear within Jon himself.

He wondered if she would survive, after all both of their mother’s had perished when giving birth to them, although Sam was dealing with her, the only person he trusted. But there was still this nagging feeling of fear within him that meant he was on edge and pacing the hands chambers all the while it was going on. He could stand on the Balcony and see their chambers from it, but he wouldn’t know what was happening.

They’d lost a babe already, after the first time they’d made love on the boat from dragonstone to White Harbour, Dany’s bleeding had not arrived. They didn’t count their chickens before they hatched, both of them knowing what happened to her last babe, but when her belly had began to swell with life they were joyous. Jon requested they not tell anyone, as only Missandei, Sam and themselves knew at that moment. But about ten weeks after the conception, Dany bled hard and the babe was lost.

She’d cried for weeks in private with him, they’d shared his chambers and it had been heart-wrenching to see her suffer. She put on a smile for the lords of Winterfell, and when they’d caught her crying she’d always played it off as the lose of her Dragon, which in a sense was also her child. So when her belly had become swollen once again six months ago, they’d been very joyous yet extremely cautious. Jon had not let her do anything, she was to relax for the first few months, must to her annoyance.

And now, she was in labour, a month early.

To make matters worse, Lord Baratheon and Lady Stark (Jon’s sister) had sprung upon them a surprise visit, which meant they too were in the hands chambers, drinking with him as the entertainment Tyrion had quickly thrown together for the visiting family got cut short. Daenerys was in the middle of giving a speech when she’d gushed on the floor and began to feel light headed.

She was early, and this was all the more reason Jon was worried. The chances of both of them surviving was very small, but he’d hoped that she had, they both had. If she was to go… Jon couldn’t even bare to think about it, he loved her so hopelessly that the even consideration that Daenerys Targaryen, his wife, his queen, would never see him again, would never look at him with those eyes, was completely consuming him

“Stop pacing, you idiot” Arya grumbled, fiddling with a knife, twisting it between her fingers. The Valyrian blade that Bran had bestowed upon her all those years ago, before he’s met his end… Jon shook his head and did as he was told. He may be the king, but when Ayra said to do something, he listened without question.

“It’s natural to be fearful, Your Grace” Tyrion countered, pouring red wine into his goblet and almost downing it instantly. “But I can assure you she’s in very good hands”

Jon knew she was, Sam had delivered several babies now including that of his sister, Sansa’s two children with her husband up in the north. He may be Lord of Horn Hill, but he also was their maester, and Jon trusted him more than anyone else besides Daenerys.

“Perhaps we can do something to take your mind off of everything, Your Grace?” Gendry offered. Nothing would take Jon’s mind off of it, he knew as such, but he took the bate and sat down at the table with the other three. “Are there any pressing issues that need resolving in the city?”

“We’ve been dealing with a speight of theft in flea bottom” Jon shrugs, reminding himself that flea bottom needs to be renamed as it wasn’t the hive of poverty it had once been in the era of the Lannisters rule. Jon and Dany had more than enough comforts here in the Red Keep that he’d make monthly donations of food and clothes that were worn by servants down to them and handed them out personally.

“Okay, let’s focus on that then”

It worked for maybe twenty minutes, until Jon swore he heard screaming all the way across the Red Keep. He knows he didn’t, it was more than likely his mind playing tricks on him, but still, it was enough to stop him from wanting to commit to the City’s issues and think about her instead.

He didn’t pray to the old gods, after all he’s seen in the world he doubted any god’s existence anymore, but he did pray to Sam’s ability that he’d keep her alive, both of them. He should’ve ignored Dany, stayed with her until the end, but it had been hours and she’d begged him to go until it was done. He wouldn’t if it was a case of not wanting to seem weak, or not wanting to see the birth, or perhaps if she did pass, she didn’t want him to see it in front of his eyes.

Whatever her reasons, it was a decision that was driving him crazy and fearful and almost alone.

“Sansa has birthed two children, both of which were successfully delivered by Sam, stop having a crisis you’ll look like you’re supposed to be celebrating your fiftieth name day” Arya was growing impatient and Jon did not blame her in the slightest, but had they known about the baby they lost, then perhaps she’d know why he was frightened for his Queen.

Sansa knew now, shortly after the war and her engagement and subsequent wedding to Gawen of House Glover, she’d come to Jon about bleeding heavily and unsure of anyone to turn too. She’d suffered a miscarriage and it had affected her mentally. Jon had offered comfort and told her the story of her and Dany losing one and from that moment, Sansa had dealt with the issue better.

“I’m her husband, she’s my Queen, let me worry” Jon sighs, thinking back to the times in which his worries were the living dead killing all of men-kind.

So much had changed and so much was still to change now that he and Daenerys were to become parents. The capital had been so happy at the news of their King and Queen welcoming a child soon, and thankfully, the other lords in the kingdom had too. Jon had struggled with it on some occasions. A child was something Jon had always wanted but never envisioned he would have when he was serving on the wall, but something that had come true and very shortly, he’d have to be a father.

Would he be a good one?

“Your Grace” Jon hears behind him and so he turns to note several guardsmen and Sam, the Maester and man he trusted amongst everyone else. He was covered in blood, as was to be expected after delivering a baby, but his appearance still filled him with dread.

“Is everything alright?” Tyrion is the first one to speak.

“Mother and babe are both alright” Sam nods and Jon almost wants to fall to his knees. The relief that over spills in his body is almost too much to handle. He doesn’t know whether to sit down, to run to Dany’s side, to kiss Sam even. “The Queen has lost a lot of blood however, so she needs to rest up for a few weeks, eat plenty and drink lots of water to get her up and running again” Sam takes a small pause. “It’s a girl”

Arya squeals piercingly into the air and yet Jon isn’t affected by it, he’s just shocked, his entire system falling apart as he imagines a small girl in his arms. A girl, a little daughter to call my own, our beautiful miracle, our beloved angel . Jon needs to see them both, he need to hold her in her arms and look at the beautiful life he and Dany created together.

“Can I seem them?” Jon ask, knowing that even if Sam said know he’d still go anyways. Sam just nods and that’s all Jon needs to start a quick pace towards his own bedchambers.

The halls are quiet when he leaves Tyrion’s chambers, only guardsmen with smiles on their faces as Jon feels glee and anticipation build in his chest. He follows the way to his chambers that he was so familiar with at this point, seeing servants cleaning and clearing stuff away, seeing cats up on the balcony, seeing the steps to their space. She was there, his little princess was waiting for him, and his queen too.

When he reached the door to his chambers, he was greeted by Missandei who was holding sheets covered in blood, she was smiling brightly when her eyes connected with Dany’s. Clearly happy both the Queen and the girl were okay. She gleefully grins before heading off in the direction Jon came from, leaving him to open the door.

The sound he was greeted with was like music to his eyes, a soft gurgling and a sweet song that melted away every fear in his body. He did not know the song, he thinks perhaps she made it up, but her voice is tunely and melodic and the happiness that was radiating from it was enough to send Jon wild. He sees them then, Dany, sat up in the bed with a small clothed babe in her arms. Jon, in an instant, is at her side.

“Stars above” Jon whispers as Dany kisses him on the cheek. “She’s absolutely perfect”

As he looked at her, he notices she has been born with a thick head full of hair, black hair like his own and a little bit all over the place. Her eyes however, magnificently violet and delightfully wild. Jon knows the babe can’t see them both yet, but she was content just being in her mother’s arm.

“I’m glad you’re here” Dany sighed, Jon knew she was tired. “She needs to hear her Father speak to her”

She passed him over and for what felt like hours, Jon just held her in his arms and looked at her. She was the most perfect creation that has ever been because of him. He loved her with every drop of blood in his veins, every breath in his lungs and ever word in his mouth. He whispered to her, promised her that he would protect her until his last breath, love her until he could not any longer and he even shed tears. He was sensitive in the moment but he did not care.

She was a dream.

“I want to call her Lyanna” He says out of nowhere, not having heard anything Dany had said, just cut off from it all as he stared at the perfect babe in his arms. “I think my mother deserves that” He stated. After everything his own mother went through, everything she and his real father gave up for him, and after wanting to know about her and finally finding out the truth, Jon felt sure that was the little babe in his arms name. “If that’s okay with you”

“Little Lyanna Targaryen” She sighs, sleep wanting to take his wife over. She was now laying down, hoping to get a moment of sleep. Jon did not mind, it meant he got to hold his babe for longer. Little Lyanna Targaryen, it was. “I like it, then if we have another one, we’ll call him Robb”

If we have another one, we’ll call him Robb.

Jon liked the idea, but they had everything they needed for now. Him, his queen and their beautiful Princess Lyanna. A life Jon never envisioned, but one he was grateful of nonetheless.

#jon snow #daenerys targaryen #jon x daenerys #jonerys #jonerysvalentine #mhysaofdragons #fanfic #game of thrones

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Rooms on Fire Chapter 7: Housewarming Part 2

An hour had passed since Bakugo and Kirishima made their grand entrance. You had all taken turns playing Smash. Of course, Kirishima was a Browser main. You were surprised that Todoroki decided to play. He had never played before, but he was demolishing everyone as Link, even Bakugo.

"Goddamnit you icy hot bastard! There's no fucking way that you've never played this before! FIGHT ME AGAIN!"

Todoroki sighed and rolled his eyes. "If it means you will quiet down then I'll play again. You're being obnoxious."

"HEY FUCK YOU MAN!"

You all were laughing as Todoroki beat Bakugo again and he nearly went through the roof. "GODDAMNIT!" He growled.

"Maybe you should play someone besides Ganondorf." You suggested through giggles. Bakugo shot you a death glare. "SHUT UP! I'LL PLAY WHO I WANT YOU DUMB KIRBY MAIN!"

You and Ashido were wheezing with laughter. Even though you stopped playing a while ago, you two were drinking with Sero and Kaminari in solidarity. You and Ashido were snuggling on the couch giggling about everything.

"(Y/N)?" You heard Hitoshi call out as the front door closed.

You squealed as jumped to your feet and rushed to the front door. You ran up to Hitoshi and jumped up into his arms. You wrapped your legs around him which caused your skirt to ride up. He gave you that cocky smile. "Hey there."

"Heya handsome." You giggled before he pulled you into a deep kiss. He ran his fingers through your hair after breaking away. "You're a bit drunk aren't you."

"Just a little." You giggled.

Hitoshi chuckled as he drank in the site of your slightly flushed face. His hand slide up your exposed thigh and up underneath your skirt. He bit his lip as he gave your ass a gentle squeeze. You hummed happily loving his touch.

"As much as I would like to continue this I think we should join the party." His low voice making you tingle everywhere. You gave him a pouty look. "Okay if we have to." You hopped down and turned to head to join the party.

"STOP LAUGHING YOU DAMN NERDS!"

Hitoshi stopped in his tracks. "Bakugo is here?"

Your blood ran cold as you faced Hitoshi. "Uh Yeah, he was in town and Kirishima convinced him to come since we used to work together and all that." You rubbed the back of your head. "I'm sorry, I didn't know he would be here. I know you guys don't really get along."

Hitoshi shrugged "Eh, who actually gets along with Bakugo?"

"R-right." You chuckled nervously.

Hitoshi gave you a wtf look. "You okay?"

"Yeah! Sorry, it's the booze and stuff."

"Well lead me to the drinks. I need to catch up with you." You took Hitoshi's hand and led him to the kitchen.

"Hey guys!" Hitoshi waved to everyone as you two passed by.

"Hey Shinsou!" Everyone greeted him. Well, almost everyone. Bakugo glanced at you two holding hands and his brow furrowed. "What the hell is mind fuck doing here?" He growled to Kirishima. His voice was low so no one else heard him. Kirishima, who was pink in the face from too much punch, chuckled. "Oh, he and Kubo are friends." He leaned in so no one else would hear "They haven't said anything, but Ashido and I think they're hooking up." Bakugo grunted and took a sip of his drink, still eyeing you and Hitoshi together. "Whatever. Let's play another round."

You poured Hitoshi some punch as his arms snaked around your waist to hug you from behind then rested his head on your shoulder. "Is this the punch I've heard so much about?" You nodded and handed him a cup. Hitoshi took it and started chugging. "Whoa, Hitoshi! Careful!" He finished the punch and winked at you. You laughed and playfully punched his arm. "What a fucking champ." He laughed and poured you some tequila shot which you took together.

You then hopped up to sit on the counter so you were at eye level with him. "Day okay?" You asked swinging your legs back and forth. Hitoshi eyed your bare legs and gently traced a finger up and down your thigh. "It was long, but I'm much better now." His actions made you breathe harder and heart beat faster. Hitoshi grinned at you loving that he had this effect on you.

"GAH! FUCK THIS GAME!" You hear Bakugo yell before getting up and storming into the kitchen. He glared at Hitoshi. "You're blocking the punch." He growled.

You and Hitoshi rolled your eyes. Hitoshi moved to the other side of you to get out of Bakugo's way. "Have at it man."

Bakugo stomped over to the punch bowl and filled his drink.

"I'm telling you, play a different character." You say still sitting on the counter. Bakugo glanced at you and huffed. "You should try Kirby."

"I'm not playing Kirby. You play Kirby and you never win." He turned to face you and looked you up and down again. His eyes lingered on your legs and his cheeks turned a light shade of pink. Hitoshi noticed this and a wave of jealousy overcame him.

"That's because I suck no matter who I play. Trust me Katsuki, play Kirby and you can kick Todoroki's ass."

Hitoshi felt like an ice pick went into his stomach when he heard you say Bakugou's first name. He knew you had worked together, but didn't think you were on a first name basis.

"Ugh whatever (Y/N). I might try it, but only because I need to put Todoroki in his place." He stormed off into the living room leaving you and Hitoshi alone again. Well, as alone as you can be with an open floor plan. Hitoshi was trying to figure out if he should comment on the first name thing but decided against it. If there was anything to tell you would tell him.

"Hey, you okay?" You asked placing your hand on his cheek and turning him to look at you. Hitoshi relaxed as soon as he looked into you bright (e/c) eyes. He leaned in and kissed you slowly and passionately causing you to let out a quiet moan. Luckily no one heard it over the game and Bakugo's yelling.

"OH MY GOD!" Ashido screamed out. "Kirishima! We were right! They're totally together now!"

"Ha! I knew it!" Kirishima jumped up to high five Ashido.

You and Hitoshi broke away from each other. Both of you beet red in the face.

Kaminari groaned. "Goddamnit. I thought for sure I had a shot."

"You can't be serious dude. I doubt you ever stood a chance." Sero teased.

"Will all of you shut the fuck up and play?!" Bakugo yelled.

"Relax man! You really take a chill pill." Kirishima said leaning his elbow on Bakugo's shoulder while he shook with rage.

Once everyone calmed down about seeing you and Hitoshi kiss you joined everyone in the living room. "Alright bitches, time for an all-girls match." Jirou said cracking her knuckles.

"I'm going to sit this one out."Ochaco said as she snacked on some carrots.

It was you as Kirby, Jirou as Samus, Tsu as Yoshi, and Ashido as Peach. And it was a madhouse. Jirou was destroying everyone as you and Ashido gave out your best war cries. Soon the three of you ganged up on Jirou and took her out. "WHAT?! No way!" Jirou was in shock at her first loss of the night. Tsu quickly took out Ashido who whined before finishing her drink. This was it. Both on your last life. You vs Tsu. Winner takes all.

"No hard feelings." Tsu said before mercilessly attacking you. You managed to dodge and avoid a good bit of her attacks. That's when an item drop happened. The hammer. You both rushed to it but you managed to get it first and whacked her off the map and actually won. You screamed and jumped up and down fists pumping in the air. "FUCK YEAH BITCHES! I AM VICTORIOUS!!!"

Your friends give you a round of applause and cheer you on. It was your first and only win of the night. You plopped back down on the couch next to Hitoshi who had a proud smirk on his face. "Nice work." He said giving you a quick kiss on the cheek.

"Hey mind fuck!" Bakugo called out throwing Hitoshi a controller. "Fight me."

You watched Hitoshi not sure what his reaction would be. He gave Bakugo a cocky smirk. "Sure."

Bakugo chose Ganondorf (again) and Hitoshi chose Mew. Everyone watched in focused silence as they battled. They were both really good so it was a long match. But eventually Hitoshi knocked Bakugo off the map. It was all downhill from there. Bakugo wasn't able to be on his best game with all the rage he had. Hitoshi CRUSHED HIM.

The match ended with Bakugo seething with anger and Hitoshi having the biggest smirk on his face clearly proud of himself. You all stifled your giggles best you could.

"Good game man." Hitoshi held out his hand for Bakugo who stared daggers at him.

"Pssh, Whatever." Bakugo scoffed batting Hitoshi's hand away.

It was getting late so people started passing out. Todoroki was completely sober so he left for the night. However, you insisted everyone else stay over and no one drive. You brought out a bunch of pillows and blankets for everyone who stayed. Ochaco, Tsu, and Ashido shared the guest room and the boys crashed on the couch. Hitoshi was helping you tidy up in the kitchen while everyone snored from the living room.

“So will you be staying the night?” You asked wiping down the counter.

“Well the couch is pretty full.” He replied throwing away the solo cups he had collected.

“I guess you’ll just have to sleep upstairs with me then.”

Hitoshi’s heart skipped a beat. “Um, are you sure?” You were both pretty drunk and he didn’t want to take advantage of you.

“Yeah it’ll be fine.” You said grabbing his hand and going upstairs. You eyed Sero, Kaminari, Kirishima and Bakaugo on the couch as you passed by. They were snuggled up with each other and totally knocked out. You and Hitoshi made your way to your bedroom. You went to your dresser and pulled out your favorite oversized shirt to sleep in. “Oh damn, I don’t have anything for you to sleep in.” You said apologetically. You turned around to see Hitoshi taking off his shirt. “Holy shit.” You thought as you drank in the sight of his extremely defined body. He had a small trail of purple hair starting at his navel and went down. The preview you got of his V cut at the coffee shop was nothing compared to seeing him in all his shirtless glory.

You were so caught up in admiring him you didn’t realize exactly how long you were staring.

“You see something you like?” He chuckled snapping you out of your trance.

“What? I have this hot, badass pro hero undressing in my bedroom. What’s a girl to do?” You said making your way over to Hitoshi. Your intoxicated state was making you very brave.

He looked you up and down as you walked over to him. “You know that little skirt has been driving me crazy all night.”

“Oh this old thing?” You slipped your thumbs in the waistband of your skirt and slid it off your hips and letting drop to the floor. The sight of your black lace underwear destroyed any restraint Hitoshi had. He quickly tackled you to the bed letting his primal instincts take over. His lips and tongue dominating yours. He ran one hand up your thigh and around to your ass, giving it a firm squeeze which made you moan into his mouth. You felt him getting harder through his clothes as he rubbed up against your dampening core.

He broke away from dominating your mouth to mark up your neck. He tried to move to your collarbone, but was stopped by your shirt. “Take this damn thing off.” He huffed. You sat up and helped him slip it off, revealing your matching black lace bra. “Fuck you’re so beautiful (Y/N).” He said breathlessly before pushing you back down on the bed for a deeply passionate kiss.

You had wrapped your legs around his waist and rested you hand on his bicep. God you loved his arms. They were lean and strong and when he wrapped them around you, you felt like all was right with the world.

You made out on the bed for a while, just enjoying the taste of each other’s lips and the warmth your bodies brought to each other. Hitoshi gently broke away and gazed into your eyes as he caressed your face.

“Why did you stop? Everything okay?” You asked hoping you didn’t do anything wrong.

“Everything is fine and you’re perfect.” He sighed. “I just don’t want the first time I make love to you to be a drunken encounter.” He gently kissed your cheek. Your heart swelled. Any other guy would’ve just said “fuck it” but the fact that Hitoshi cared about you enough to want to make your first time together special made you adore him so much more.

You changed into your oversized shirt and Hitoshi took off his pants so he could sleep in his boxers. You crawled under the covers where Hitoshi spooned you and wrapped his arms around you. You had never felt so safe. Sleep came quickly for you both.

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youre-in-the-jungle-baby · 6 years

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im glad you like the prompt so much! i have a couple ideas if youll bear with me ^w^ so Duff comes back as he promised, and slash gets better (they tots bang cause cmon, 2 people left on the earth) what if? one day slash takes a small walk away from duff cause he finds something interesting, and hears *voices*, yelling to be exact. Slash sneaks closer to the voices, and its normal 80s izzy axl and stevie, slash watches them talk, absolutely panicking, then suddenly axls eyes land on slash.

This is so good :) (they totally fuck all the time). I tried to write it, but tumblr decided to be a bitch and delete it, so sorry if this seems a bit chunky it was my second go at it lol

Slash suddenly wishes he had stayed back with Duff. Because Duff had told him not to fuck around and go far (but of course, he did) and know he’s pretty sure that he’s worked himself into a bigger problem then getting lost.

Three of them.

There are three other, alive, walking, talking, people.

The second thing that hits him is that he knows them. Not really, but he knows it in the way that you breathe and blink. They look like the ones in his picture, a bit more world-worn, but still.

His hand twitches out to look for Duff’s like it does when he’s freaking out. One of them is looking at him, head cocked to the side mouth still open mid-sentence of his yelling match. The blond one beside him looks pissed, still half-yelling at the redhead. And the last one stands with his arms crossed, his back half-turned to Slash.

“What the fuck,” the redhead says, pausing slowly with each word. Slash is still frozen. He’s not sure if this would be better or worse if this was a dream. Better, because he could wake up and not have to deal with whatever is about to happen. Worse, because then none of this would actually be real.

Slash decides that dream or not, he doesn’t plan to stick around long enough for something bad to happen. Before he can even move his legs, the one with brown hair speaks, “Wait.”

He’s not sure why the fuck he decides to not bolt right there. Something in that voice tells him to listen because he’s heard it before. The blonde one must have just noticed him too because he steps forward with a question on his lips. They stand there, all not wanting to break the balance first, even if it means standing stalk still.

The blond moves forward until he’s only a few feet from Slash. His hand goes out and Slash flinches back when it lands on his arm.

“Is it you?” he asks, and Slash would laugh at the question if he wasn’t flipping out, because how the fuck should he know if he’s whoever this guy thinks he is. But he nods once, something he doesn’t even register doing. The man crushes him into a hug, and Slash freezes, he’s never been touched by anyone but Duff. He hugs him back, though, and soon it feels almost normal. Almost.

He can see the other two’s eyes slowly seem to focus in on him, and it feels like they’ve just come home from a war and found their family again. Something he can’t quite remember, but can’t quite forget. Like it’s so deep seeded in him that he would always recognize them.

The other two join the blonde and the redhead reaches out and touches his shoulder, running his fingers down his worn jacket that he’d picked up ages ago. It’s an awkward but happy feeling he gets as they all introduce themselves.

Steven, Izzy, and Axl. He’s learned three more names.

It takes some convincing but he lures them back to the empty building he and Duff are camped out in, promising that there’s someone else they have to meet. When he gets through the door his heart is beating out of his chest, he’s overwhelmed and Duff comes whizzing around the corner, immediately relaxing when he sees Slash. He doesn’t see the men just outside the door when he grabs Slash’s face and kisses him hard, and Slash knows he’s blushing. He hates to make Duff worry over him, especially after their last scare.

But Duff ends up glancing over his shoulder and Slash can feel him stop breathing. His arm almost immediately wraps around Slash, like he’s protecting him and it only serves to make him blush more. He’s a bit scared Duff is about to bolt, so he turns to wrap an arm around his waist.

“Duff, this is,” Slash trails off because once again Stevie serves as an ambassador of the two parties and creeps forward a few steps. Duff flinches back again when Axl and Izzy slip up to Steven’s sides.

It’s even weirder to watch the greetings happen now, Slash thinks. Duff’s always been such a physical person, speaking through touch, that Slash finds himself a little bit jealous at the way Duff slowly open up to the rest of them with tentative touches. Slash can see his mind clicking into gear like his did, relearning the old movements like he’s met them a million times before.

Slash scrambles over to his bag and digs till he retrieves the photo, quickly walking over to join the others. He carefully hands it to Izzy, whose eyes go wide when he sees it. He scrambles to rip open a satchel he wears over his shoulder. He fumbles to unfold two pictures. One has Axl and him curled together on a couch, Axl’s head tucked into the crook of his neck, sleeping, with Izzy glancing at the camera. The second one shows all five of them sitting in a dingy room together. Laughing and leaning on each other with bottles scattered on the floor. Slash laughs then, because for once in this hell-scape, everything feels right.

They spend the rest of the night sitting on the floor together talking and trying to remember things (they never can, but they still try) and tracing back their recent memories. Axl leans on Izzy’s left side, Axl on his right. They crowd around the lantern when it gets darker and Slash feels content.

#izzy writes #post apocalypse au

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Why Are The Republicans So Evil

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Why Are The Republicans So Evil

In 2008 Republicans Said That If We Elect A Democratic President We Would Be Hit By Al Qaeda Again Perhaps Worse Than The Attack On 9/11

A VOTERS’ GUIDE TO REPUBLICANS

Former Vice-President Dick Cheney stated that electing a Democrat as president would all but guarantee that there would be another major attack on America by Al Qaeda. Cheney and other Republicans were, thankfully, completely wrong. During Obama’s presidency, we had zero deaths on U.S. soil from Al Qaeda attacks and we succeeded in killing Bin Laden along with dozens of other high ranking Al Qaeda leaders.

Republicans Will Likely Take Control Of The Senate By 2024

The usual midterm House losses by the White House party dont always extend to the Senate because only a third of that chamber is up for election every two years and the landscape sometimes strongly favors the presidential party . But there a still generally an out-party wave that can matter, which is why Republicans may have a better than average chance of winning in at least some of the many battleground states that will hold Senate elections next year . If they win four of the six youll probably be looking at a Republican Senate.

But its the 2024 Senate landscape that looks really promising for the GOP. Democrats will be defending 23 seats and Republicans just 10. Three Democratic seats, and all the Republican seats, are in states Trump carried twice. Four other Democratic seats are in states Trump won once. It should be a banner year for Senate Republicans.

The Corruption Of The Republican Party

The GOP is best understood as an insurgency that carried the seeds of its own corruption from the start.

About the author: George Packer is a staff writer at The Atlantic. He is the author of Last Best Hope: America in Crisis and Renewal,Our Man: Richard Holbrooke and the End of the American Century,The Unwinding: An Inner History of the New America, and The Assassins Gate: America in Iraq.

Why has the Republican Party become so thoroughly corrupt? The reason is historicalit goes back many decadesand, in a way, philosophical. The party is best understood as an insurgency that carried the seeds of its own corruption from the start.

I dont mean the kind of corruption that regularly sends lowlifes like Rod Blagojevich, the Democratic former governor of Illinois, to prison. Those abuses are nonpartisan and always with us. So is vote theft of the kind weve just seen in North Carolinaafter all, the alleged fraudster employed by the Republican candidate for Congress hired himself out to Democrats in 2010.

The fact that no plausible election outcome can check the abuse of power is what makes political corruption so dangerous. It strikes at the heart of democracy. It destroys the compact between the people and the government. In rendering voters voiceless, it pushes everyone closer to the use of undemocratic means.

Read Also: How Many Republicans Voted To Impeach Trump In The House

Opinion: If The Gop Is Now Home To Evil Lunacy Its Time To Leave

The Republican Party refuses to investigate the most violent act of insurrection since the Civil War because it might make the party look bad.

Think about that. It would look bad because it would be obvious that their cult hero incited a MAGA mob and because House Minority Leader Kevin McCarthy , who pleaded with the president to call off the rioters at the Capitolon Jan. 6, would be compelled to testify. He might then have to explain why he still takes direction from someone who betrayed his oath.

A commission would look bad for the GOP because it would short-circuit the big lie that the 2020 election was stolen, confirming that this effort at subterfuge was intended to assuage the ego of a dangerous man-child. The optics, as they say, would be bad because the GOPs continued refusal to renounce its disgraced former leader would affirm its willingness to open the country up to another violent insurrection. It would also look really bad if some members of Congress were shown to havecommunicated with the Jan. 6attackers. We get hung up on Republicans refusal to endorse the commission, but we should remain focused on their original sin: subversion of democracy.

With or without the commission, the Republican Party is a danger to the republic. And that gets back to the central question as to why any respectable patriot remains in the party. The GOP of Ronald Reagan, of John McCain, of Mitch Daniels does not exist. But dont take my word for it.

Think Republicans Are Disconnected From Reality It’s Even Worse Among Liberals

A new survey found Democrats live with less political diversity despite being more tolerant of it with startling results

In a surprising new national survey, members of each major American political party were asked what they imagined to be the beliefs held by members of the other. The survey asked Democrats: How many Republicans believe that racism is still a problem in America today? Democrats guessed 50%. Its actually 79%. The survey asked Republicans how many Democrats believe most police are bad people. Republicans estimated half; its really 15%.

The survey, published by the thinktank More in Common as part of its Hidden Tribes of America project, was based on a sample of more than 2,000 people. One of the studys findings: the wilder a persons guess as to what the other party is thinking, the more likely they are to also personally disparage members of the opposite party as mean, selfish or bad. Not only do the two parties diverge on a great many issues, they also disagree on what they disagree on.

This effect, the report says, is so strong that Democrats without a high school diploma are three times more accurate than those with a postgraduate degree. And the more politically engaged a person is, the greater the distortion.

Should the US participate in the Paris climate accord and reduce greenhouse gas emissions regardless of what other countries do? A majority of voters in both parties said yes.

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Prior To Going To War In Iraq Defense Secretary Donald Rumsfeld Optimistically Predicted The Iraq War Might Last Six Days Six Weeks I Doubt Six Months

What’s more, Vice-President Dick Cheney said we would be greeted as liberators by the Iraqi people after we overthrow Saddam.

They were both horribly wrong. Instead of six weeks or six months, the Iraq war lasted eight long and bloody years costing thousands of American lives. It led to an Iraqi civil war between the Sunnis and the Shiites that took hundreds of thousands of Iraqi lives. Many Iraqi militia groups were formed to fight against the U.S. forces that occupied Iraq. Whats more, Al Qaeda, which did not exist in Iraq before the war, used the turmoil in Iraq to establish a new foothold in that country.

The Iraq war was arguably the most tragic foreign policy blunder in US history.

Why Is Billionaire George Soros A Bogeyman For The Hard Right

US mail bomb threats

He’s a Jewish multi-billionaire philanthropist who has given away $32bn. Why does the hard right from America to Australia and from Hungary to Honduras believe George Soros is at the heart of a global conspiracy, asks the BBC’s Mike Rudin.

One quiet Monday afternoon last October in leafy upstate New York, a large manila envelope was placed in the mailbox of an exclusive country mansion belonging to multi-billionaire philanthropist George Soros.

The package looked suspicious. The return address was misspelt as “FLORIDS” and the mail had already been delivered earlier that day. The police were called and soon the FBI was on the scene.

Inside the bubble-wrapped envelope was a photograph of Soros, marked with a red “X”. Alongside it, a six-inch plastic pipe, a small clock, a battery, wiring and a black powder.

More than a dozen similar packages were sent to the homes of former President Barack Obama, former Secretary of State Hillary Clinton and other prominent Democrats.

None of the devices exploded. The FBI traced the bombs to a white van covered in pro-Trump and anti-Democrat stickers, parked in a supermarket car park in Florida.

Immediately the right-wing media claimed it was a “false-flag” operation intended to derail President Donald Trump and the Republican campaign, just two weeks before the crucial US mid-term elections.

Soon the internet was awash with allegations that the bomb plot was a hoax organised by Soros himself.

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The Banality Of Evil And The Evanescence Of Democratic Governance

On May 28, Republican U.S. Senators chose to prevent the creation of an independent commission to investigate the insurrection that occurred at the U.S. Capitol on January 6, 2021. They did so after Democratic Party leaders had acceded to their many demands concerning the composition and remit of the body and despite the fact that many who voted to oppose the commission, including Minority Leader Mitch McConnell, had previously embraced the need for just such a group and investigation. More, they quite openly justified their vote by contending that the findings of such a body might prove difficult for the GOP politically as it seeks to win control of the Congress in 2022.

;;;;;;;;In a commentary entitled the Banality of Democratic Collapse, published before the Republican Party took this historically significant anti-democratic step, the likelihood of which was then all but certain in any case, New York Times columnist and Nobel Prize winning economist Paul Krugman contended:; ; ; ; ;;

;;;;;;;;The GOP Senate vote to prevent creation of the commission is surely an example;of the phenomenon to which Krugman pointed. He went on to argue that this action and the weakness and cowardice of far too many craven careerist Republican officeholders is why American democracy is hanging by a thread. Cowardice, not craziness, is the reason government by the people may soon perish from the earth.

;;;;;;;;Elon observed that Arendt insisted,

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Krugman. The Banality of Democratic Collapse.

Republicans Are Suddenly Afraid Of Democracy

Comedian: Being Taught That Republicans Are Evil (Pt. 2) | Bridget Phetasy | COMEDY | Rubin Report

In a series of tweets, Senator Mike Lee laid the groundwork to contest the results or block an elected majority from governing.

Were not a democracy, Republican Senator Mike Lee tweeted in the middle of Wednesday nights vice-presidential debate. He was reacting to something hed heard onstage there, in his home state of Utah. Another tweet: The word democracy appears nowhere in the Constitution, perhaps because our form of government is not a democracy. Its a constitutional republic. To me it matters. It should matter to anyone who worries about the excessive accumulation of power in the hands of the few. Hours after the debate Lee was still worrying the thought: Democracy isnt the objective; liberty, peace, and prospefity are. We want the human condition to flourish. Rank democracy can thwart that.

My guess is that Lee wasnt just being pedantic. Worried about an election in which the people can express their will, Lee was laying the groundwork to contest the results or block an elected majority from governing.

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Republicans Claim That Raising The Minimum Wage Would Kill Jobs And Hurt The Economy

There is far more evidence to the contrary. Cities and states that have higher minimum wages tend to have better rates of job creation and economic growth.

Detailed analyses show that job losses due to increases in the minimum wage are almost negligible compared to the economic benefits of higher wages. Previous increases in the minimum wage have never resulted in the dire consequences that Republicans have predicted.

Republicans have accused President Obama of “cutting defense spending to the bone”. This chart of 2014 discretionary spending firmly disproves that argument.

In 2001 When George W Bush Cut Taxes For The Wealthy Republicans Predicted Record Job Growth Increased Budget Surplus And Nationwide Prosperity

Once again, the exact opposite occurred. After the Bush tax cuts were enacted:

The budget surplus immediately disappeared.

The budget deficit eventually grew to $1.4 trillion by the time Bush left office.

Less than 3 million net jobs were added during Bushs eight years.

The poverty rate began climbing again.

We experienced two recessions along with the greatest collapse of our financial system since the Great Depression.

In 1993, President Clinton signed the Brady Law mandating nationwide background checks and a waiting period to buy a gun.

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In The 1960s Republicans Claimed That The Passage Of Medicare Would Be The End Of Capitalism

California Governor Ronald Reagan even proclaimed Medicare would lead to the death of freedom in America. Of course, they were laughably wrong. Since the passage of Medicare, capitalism has thrived and millions of elderly Americans have had longer, healthier lives and greater personal freedom. Medicare remains the most popular form of health insurance in the United States.

When Bill Clinton raised taxes on the wealthiest 1.5%, Republicans predicted a recession, increased unemployment, and a growing budget deficit. They were wrong.

The 2024 Presidential Election Will Be Close Even If Trump Is The Gop Nominee

One very important thing we should have all taken away from both the 2016 and 2020 presidential contests is that the two major parties are in virtual equipose . The ideological sorting-out of the two parties since the 1960s has in turn led to extreme partisan polarization, a decline in ticket-splitting and and in number of genuine swing voters. Among other things, this has led to an atmosphere where Republicans have paid little or no price for the extremism theyve disproportionately exhibited, or for the bad conduct of their leaders, most notably the 45th president.

Indeed, the polarized climate encourages outlandish and immoral base mobilization efforts of the sort Trump deployed so regularly. Some Republicans partisans shook their heads sadly and voted the straight GOP ticket anyway, And to the extent there were swing voters they tended strongly to believe that both parties were equally guilty of excessive partisanship, and/or that all politicians are worthless scum, so why not vote for the worthless scum under whom the economy hummed?

The bottom line is that anyone who assumes Republicans are in irreversible decline in presidential elections really hasnt been paying attention.

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But What About Conservatives

I could say some very similar/but different things about conservatives. But a lot of that brings us back to the start and perceptions.

Liberals think that the only way to solve things is with government/taxes/regulations to try to fight injustice… thus not doing so, must be because they just don’t care. Which is where the left’s view of the right as being greedy and morally inferior comes from.

But not choosing the same solutions, isn’t the same as not caring. Some just know they can help more by NOT getting involved and letting them learn/work it out on their own. Or that short term economic benefits with long term economic costs aren’t always a good trade .

That doesn’t mean Republicans are never wrong, or don’t go too far. And of course Government CAN help with some problems, in the short term. Just long term, many of those solutions will make things worse . But either extreme: Always Government or Never Government – can be equally wrong. But the point is perceptions. Once you assume the other side is evil , they’re going to get back to assuming your stupid.

The majority of impassioned and frank discussions with the left, from my side , often gets them to claim I hate the poor, or am just greedy, self deluded and so on. And when I share what I’ve done in my past, to try to convince them otherwise, they get mad . Good people can disagree on how to solve things. Or even on priorities of what should be solved first.

In 2009 Republicans Predicted That The Economic Stimulus Package Would Only Make The Recession Worse And Cause More Unemployment

The results show they couldn’t have been more wrong. The American Recovery and Reinvestment Act of 2009 ended the recession after only a few months. Although 750,000 people were losing their jobs each month when Obama took office, after the Recovery Act was passed the rate of job loss immediately decreased each month and within a year the economy showed positive job growth.

Considering the severity of the 2008 economic collapse and the total opposition by Republicans to do anything at all to stimulate the economy, it is remarkable that the US economy recovered as quickly as it did.

Looking at the rate of job loss and job creation, its easy to see that the stimulus of 2009 was highly successful in stopping the job losses and turning the economy around.

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Republicans Said Waterboarding And Other Forms Of Enhanced Interrogation Are Not Torture And Are Necessary In Fighting Islamic Extremism

In reality, waterboarding and other forms of enhanced interrogation that inflict pain, suffering, or fear of death are outlawed by US law, the US Constitution, and international treaties. Japanese soldiers after World War II were prosecuted by the United States for war crimes because of their use of waterboarding on American POWs.

Professional interrogators have known for decades that torture is the most ineffective and unreliable method of getting accurate information. People being tortured say anything to get the torture to end but will not likely tell the truth.

An FBI interrogator named Ali Soufan was able to get al Qaeda terrorist Abu Zubaydah to reveal crucial information without the use of torture. When CIA interrogators started using waterboarding and other enhanced interrogation methods, Zubaydah stopped cooperating and gave his interrogators false information.

Far from being necessary in the fight against terrorism, torture is completely unreliable and counter-productive in obtaining useful information.

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Title: Cursed

Pairing: Dean x Reader x Sam

Word Count: 4101

Summary: Reader get’s cursed by a harmless witch, but it’s the Winchester’s who bear all the problems.

Warning: Fluff (I tried to make this cute and funny. I don’t know, you tell me.)

“Well, she was an interesting witch,” you pepped. “I’m sure she’s harmless. Maybe she just got bored you kn-”

“Shut it, Y/N!” Dean snapped. You body jerked in surprise.

“What? I was just say-”

“I said shut it.”

“But-”

“No.”

“I-”

“Zip it.”

You opened your mouth to say something but was stopped when Dean held his hand to your face. You pouted with a snarl and sat back crossing your arms. You looked at Dean through the rearview mirror sticking your tongue out when he wasn’t looking.

“I saw that.” Your eyes widened before frantically shifting them out the window.

Finally reaching the bunker you skipped in merrily. Sam and Dean stared at you with confusion before looking at each other at the strange sight. Never in their entire time knowing you had they ever seen you skip.

Shrugging off your odd behavior, Sam and Dean entered the bunker. Dean dropped their bags, including yours, on the table in the war room. Sam made his way to the kitchen to get some beer for Dean and himself but was greeted with you sitting at the dining table, swinging your legs back and forth, which was easy for you to do considering your lack in the height department.

“Sammy! I want pancakes!” You hollered raising your arms above your head in glee. Sam flinched giving you a weird look. He was definitely not expecting you to act that way. It was like you were a child.

“Uh, sure thing. I’ll let Dean know.” He pursed his lips into a forced smile before leaving, the two beers forgotten in the fridge.

“Hey, where’s the beer?” Dean asked sitting at the table with his foot propped up.

Sam shrugged. He had completely forgot about the beers. He was distracted by your outburst for pancakes and uncharacteristic behavior. “Does Y/N seem a little off to you? Like… she’s acting kind of like… a kid?” Sam strung out.

“Sammy! Bean!” A little girl came running into the room. She looked no more than three-years old drowning in the flannel you were once using. She clung to Sam, curling her arms and legs around his one large leg. Dean sat up straight, dropping his feet to the floor, with a puzzled look the moment she came in running in.

“Y/N?” Dean breathed.

“Bean, Bean!” She cooed, freeing Sam’s leg to run to him. She reached her arms up hinting that she wanted to be lifted. Dean stared at her in disbelief and hesitation but scooped her up on this lap when she started to whine.

“Hey there, Sweetheart,” Dean smiled awkwardly, casting a baffled look at Sam.

“Bean! I like you!” She giggled.

Dean scowled at the grinning child. “It’s Dean, not Bean.”

“Bean.”

“Dean.”

“Bean.”

“Dean. Duh, duh, with a D.”

You held a concentrated look on your face while Dean held an apprehensive one. When you opened your mouth Dean’s eyes widened and a smile crept upon his face with anticipation.

“I need to go potty,” you pouted. Dean’s face immediately fell, not expecting that to fall from your mouth. “Can we go potty?” Your voice was small. Realization settled in and there was terror in Dean’s face. Looking to Sam for help, Sam raised his hands beside his head taking a step back.

“Take her to the potty… Bean.” Sam teased, an amused grin spreading on his lips.

Dean gave Sam a death stare when he felt a tug on his flannel. He looked down to big, brown, pleading eyes. Dean rolled his eyes feeling a quench in his heart. Those puppy eyes were going to be the death of him. It was the same technique that Sam would use when they were younger.

“Alright, Minnie Mouse, let’s go.” She giggled at the nickname, wrapping her arms around his neck as he lifted her up and headed to the bathroom. “You know how this works?” Dean asked as they walked to the bathroom. You grinned wildly nodding. “Alright kiddo, go ahead and do your business. I’ll be waiting for you outside the door.”

“No.”

“No?”

“Stay with me. I need to poop.” You pouted.

Dean’s face practically hit the floor. “P-poop?” He stared into her puppy eyes and he cursed himself inwardly. “Oh, Chuck help me.” Dean lifted your adult sized flannel, holding it up while you took your time.

Dean was cringing the entire time waiting for the first bomb to release. Soon the smell caught up to him and he tried to suppress his gag. Dean scrunched his nose coughing like he was choking. Still holding her flannel, he tried to cover his nose with his arm. “Oh, c’mon. Hurry it up, Y/N. God, what did you eat?” Dean continued to gag.

“Done.” You look at him pointing to the toilet paper. Your arms were too short to reach. Dean handed you some and you held it in your tiny hands looking up at him.

“Okay, wipe up.” Dean told you but you just pouted, your big eyes watering with embarrassment. At this age, you were able to wipe yourself when you used your small potty, but the big potty was just too big. You needed both hands on the toilet seat to hold you up.

“I’m going to fall inside.” Your voice trembled. Dean panicked a bit with wide eyes. He knew you were going to cry.

“Alright, alright. You’re okay, I’ll help you.” Dean sighed. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

Sam stood behind the closed door softly laughing at his brother’s stinky situation. When he heard the flush, he quickly dashes his way back into the war room where Dean and younger you had left him. You came running from the halls and accidentally tripped over the flannel you were wearing and fell hard on your face.

Dean came rushing forward, Sam not far behind, to aide you. Dean lifted you up on his lap in his squatted position looking over you. Sam cupping your face to look for injury as you began to wail bloody murder. Sam noticed the huge bump on your forehead before standing and heading to the kitchen, leaving a frantic Dean with a crying you.

Dean did his best to calm you down, hooking one arm under your butt as you rested your head on his shoulder, while his other hand rubbed your back. Dean bounced you in his arms, trying to shush you and telling you that everything was going to be okay and that you had to stop crying and be strong, which seemed to be working.

Sam return with an ice pack in hand pressing it your forehead. “Here take this and I’ll go look for something she can wear.” Sam spoke.

Dean sat down on the chair with you still pressed to his chest and head on his shoulder. Your breathing had calmed but Dean continued to soothe you. You were on the verge to sleep when Sam came back empty handed.

“Dude, where’s the clothes?”

“There is none. All her stuff is too big, and none of ours will definitely not fit her. We’ll need to go and buy.”

“Fine, I’ll go. This time you watch her.” Dean slowly passed you over to Sam. You didn’t mind the change in person, you were attached to both of them.

Once Dean was gone, Sam walked over to the kitchen still holding the ice to your forehead. “Y/N, you still want pancakes?” You nodded, pulling away to look at him. Sam placed you on the counter as he got all the supplies and ingredients. “Uncle Dean is better at doing this but I hope you’ll like it.” Sam smiled at you.

“Uncle Bean? And you uncle Sammy?” You had a giant grin on your face and Sam couldn’t help but laugh.

“Yeah. Uncle Bean and Uncle Sammy.”

When the pancakes were done, Sam carried you to the table before bringing over two plates and the plate of pancakes over. Sam told you to sit still and wait while he got the syrup. When he returned, you were standing on your chair leaning over the table not bothering to wait for him to set your plate in front of you, you grabbed a pancake with two hands and took a bite. Sam was a little shocked but smiled none the less.

Still standing, you set your partially eaten pancake down on your plate and reached for the syrup. You flipped it upside down and let the sticky goo fall over your pancake in one spot. Sam noticed that you had no intention of stopping so he grabbed your hands flipping the bottle back upwards. “Whoa there, that’s a little too much.” He took the syrup bottle and put it back on the table.

“I love pannycakes.” You wiggled a little dance before picking up the pancake with your hands again and bringing it to your mouth. Before Sam could react, the syrup had dripped everywhere. The thick syrup was on the table, your shirt, your face and hands, the chair and the floor. Sam’s mouth was agape but he knew that he couldn’t be mad, nor could he stay mad. You were young and didn’t know any better. With a defeated sigh, Sam continued to let you eat. He would just clean the mess and you up when you were done stuffing your face.

Sam had finished eating while you were still working on your second pancake. You were sitting on the table now, covered in syrup ripping tiny pieces of pancake before placing them in your mouth. Sam got started on cleaning the mess you made before wiping your face and freeing you of the oversized flannel you wore, leaving you completely butt naked. You were a child so it wasn’t a problem.

“Alright you syrup monster, time for a bath.” You giggled then roared motioning your hands like claws. Sam laughed picking you up and heading to the bathroom.

Taking a shower was another challenge in itself. You were screaming and playing under the spray of water, splashing everywhere. You wouldn’t stop wiggling as he shampooed your hair which resulted in you crying from the soap getting in your eyes. Sam eventually washed it out telling you that if you had kept still that wouldn’t have happened. When he soaped your body, you were more behaved. You were scooping up the soap Sam rubbed on your body in your hands and rubbed it on Sam’s arms as if you were bathing him too. It was inevitable for Sam not to smile at your actions. Maybe having a kid around wouldn’t be such a bad idea.

Turning off the water, Sam grabbed the towel which was big enough to cover you from head to toe. He draped it over your head ruffling the towel around you causing you to burst into childish laughter. When Sam set your free from the towel you sprinted out of the bathroom, in your birthday suit, hearing Sam calling out your name before he deciding to chase after you.

Dean had just made it down the stairs when you came blazing in unashamed of your nakedness. You screamed and ran in his direction, his body instinctively squatting down so you could run into his arms. “Uncle Bean!” Sam ran in, shirt soaked and hair damped. Dean lifted you in his arms giving Sam a dirty look.

“What the hell? And when did I become an uncle?” Dean asked.

“Sorry, I gave her a bath. We had pancakes and things got messy and well…” Sam stopped rambling when he noticed the bitch face Dean was giving him. “She got dirty.” He summarized. “Anyways, did you buy her some clothes?” Sam asked changing the subject.

“Yeah.” He set you on the table as you watched contently as he emptied the contents of the bag. He had pulled out a coloring book and crayons which pulled an excited cheer from you. You took it immediately starting to color despite your lack of modesty. Dean pulled out a few plain shirts, leggings that looked like jeans, a pack of underwear, and then pulled out child sized flannels.

Sam chuckled. “You got her hunter’s clothing?” He gave a smug grin.

“Well, she’s a hunter.”

“Dean, she’s a toddler.”

“Yeah, whatever. Check this out.” Dean smiled bouncing his eyebrows. He put his hand in the bag, pulling out tiny boots. “She’ll look like a tiny hunter!” He chirped with glee. Sam could only smile at his surprisingly overexcited brother. “I even got her some snacks in the bag.”

You were finally clothed sitting on a pile of books on a chair coloring away in your new coloring book with Dean. She was coloring a dragon on one page while Dean colored a different dragon on the other. Sam was sitting across from them on his computer reading some lore on witches, after concluding with Dean that it had to be the witch the three of you encountered earlier in the morning.

Not long after Sam had found three possibilities. One explained that you were cursed and would only get younger until your perished unless you kill the witch, another claimed that it was temporary but it could last for months unless reversed by the witch, and the last one stated that she would remain that age and grow up all over again unless the person who was cursed personally killed the witch.

During your nap the guys weighed out their options and came up with a course of action. They had to go into town and talk to the victims. They had called Cass to see if he could babysit but he was too far away to be back in time, Jody was on a hunt of her own, they would never dare leave you with Crowley, and everyone else they trusted were dead. The only option they had left was to bring you along.

The three of you made it to the first victims house, knocking on the door posing as FBI. The man standing in the doorway looked at you in Sam’s arms before eyeing the two men. “Sorry, it’s bring your daughter to work day. The wife was insistent on me taking her, saying she needed some time off,” Dean lied out of his ass as usual.

The man paused almost hesitant, when he sighed, “uh… women, am I right?” He shook his head before moving out of the way to let them in.

“Anyways, Mr. Chris Williams is it?” He nodded. “We’ve come to ask a few questions about what happened to you recently. Why don’t you tell us what happened?” Sam asked, setting you between him and Dean. As the guys talked you played with a stuffed bunny they had bought you along the way.

“Floppy, floppy, I love you. Uncle Bean and Uncle Sam love you too.” You sang quietly, unknowingly gaining the attention of the three men in the room. “Floppy, floppy, floppy, floppy…” You continued to sing as Dean cleared his throat looking at Chris to see that he was smiling at you.

“She’s a cutie.” He complimented.

“Thanks, she looks just like her mother and smart too.” Dean smiled.

During their conversation you crawled into Sam’s lap, playing with Floppy’s ears. Sam held you in place still listening to Chris speak. They had found out that Chris’s real name is Christina and that he is actually a she, that is before his encounter with the witch. She was at the store waiting in line when a man cut in front of her. She was complaining about how men were stupid and annoying and then a few hours later, she was a man.

The guys proceeded to talk to other victims, all asking similar questiones when they saw you. Dean and Sam would give that same answer taking turns claiming that you were one of their daughter. After meeting with all the witnesses, they found out that the witch stays rather close to town. They decided to stay in the town’s motel instead of driving a few miles’ home.

They changed out of their fed suits and decided to grab a bite at the diner. “Well aren’t y’all the cutest things.” The older waitress cooed. “All matching and whatnot.”

“Uh, thanks.” Sam smiled. “Table for three please.”

“Sure things sweeties, this way.” She escorted you to an empty booth, bringing a high chair and placing it at the edge of the table. “So what are ya havin’?” She asked.

Dean ordered a bacon burger, Sam got a salad, and as he was going to order for you, you shouted. “Chicken nuggets, chicken nuggets!”

“Sorry about that,” Sam apologize, lifting his hand up in apology to everyone else in the diner.

“It’s okay hon, but you’re in luck, we’ve got chicken nuggets. Should I add fries with that?”

“Yeah, she loves fries.” Dean smirked. The waitress grinned before going behind the counter.

When the waitress returned with their food, Dean didn’t hesitate to chow down. You picked up a nugget, taking a big bite before spitting it out dramatically. Dean and Sam were instantly hovering over you asking what’s wrong.

“Hot!” You whimpered.

“Jeez, kid. You need to learn to slow down.” Dean chided. Sam rolled his eyes at his brother.

“Take your own advice, Dean.” He spat, bring your glass of iced water with a straw to your lips so you could cool down your mouth.

You continued to eat, munching on your nuggets and fries. As Dean took another large bite, you looked over at his sandwich and pointed to it. “Can I try?” You asked. Dean looked at you incredulously. He was never one to share his food, maybe a fry here and there but never his burger.

“C’mon Dean, she’s a kid.” Sam scolded.

“Fine.” He reluctantly lowered his burger to your mouth. You attempted to bite it, but it was too big. You had managed to take off a little piece. Dean couldn’t help but grin. “Yummy?” He questioned, voice light. You nodded ferociously, picking up a half eaten nugget and lifting it for Dean to eat. Dean casted an unsure look to Sam who just shrugged. Dean rolled his eyes before smiling towards you and leaning over to open his mouth. You shoved the hold piece in his mouth smiling wider than ever. “Damn, Y/N is a cute kid.” Dean mumbled, chewing on the nugget you fed him.

“Yeah she is,” Sam agreed.

In the midst of desert, a voice pierced through the faint silence. “Looks like everyone is having fun.” A woman’s voice sang, causing Dean and Sam to stare.

“You.” Dean growled.

“Relax, I’m just here to check up on this little cutie patootie.” She smiled and booped your nose lightly with her finger. You gazed up, ice cream smothered all over your face.

“Look, we don’t want to fight.” Sam began.

“Like hell we do!” Dean growled, staring daggers at Sam.

Sam sent him a stern look managing to calm Dean down. “We just want our friend back,” Sam explained to the witch.

“Alright. On one condition,” she motioned Dean to scoot over. Dean rolled his eyes and reluctantly made some space. “I will return everything to normal, the towns people won’t even remember a thing, and Sam, I’ll even allow you to keep those photos you took, if…”

Dean looked over at Sam, “You have pictures?” He hissed.

“I couldn’t help it. She adorable.” Sam admitted. Dean glared at him, pulling out his phone.

“Then I want a picture too,” Dean mumbled.

“Hey, we should take a group photo!” Sam chirped. Dean quickly agreed, both brothers smiling as they set up their iPhone cameras.

“Sorry to interrupt but I’m trying to bargain here.” The witch interrupted. Sam and Dean scoffed in embarrassment and urged her to continue. “Like I said, I’ll return everything to normal if you let me go.”

“And why would we do that?” He snorted.

“Look, I’m not a bad witch. I don’t practice any black magic. I just got bored and couldn’t help myself. But I promise to stop. And if I ever act up again, feel free to hunt me down and I will not ask for mercy. I’ll do you one better, if a time ever arises, I’ll be more than willing to help you out in exchange for my life. Deal?”

Silence ensued when Dean spoked. “Fine. But if you ever get out of line, EVER! We will hunt you down.” Dean snarled.

“So don’t go making us hurt you.” Sam added.

“Don’t worry. Witches honor.” She smiled. “And as a reward to your good nature, I’ll leave her this small till she wakes up next morning, that way you can get her home and cleaned up, and take as many pictures you want with her.”

The witch was about to leave when Dean stopped her. “Hey, mind if you take a group photo of us?” He chuckled shyly.

“My phone too!” Sam barged. The witch agreed warily before agreeing, taking each of the boy’s phone.

Dean lifted you from the high chair, preventing you from eating your ice cream to sit on his lap. “We’re gonna take a few pictures, is that okay?” He asked you.

“YEAH!” You shouted with happiness.

After taking a few photos, the witch left. The boys did a sweep of the town to find all the victims back to normal with no recollection of what happened. You were still a little kid, happily swinging from the hands of your favorite uncles, Dean and Sam. Back at the motel, Dean washed you up this time in the tub. He made you a bubble bath where you and him played for while, making sudsy mustaches and blowing bubbles.

Dean snapped a picture of you with bubbles covering your face. Not long after Sam had joined the both of you to play. It resulted in a soapy mess and a lot more pictures. Once everyone was cleaned up, you all headed back to the bunker. You were sitting in the back of the Impala playing with your bunny, allowing its head to stick out of the car and watch his ears flap in the wind.

“Hey, don’t do that before Floppy flies away.” Dean barked. You jumped snatching Floppy close to your chest.

“No! I don’t want Floppy to fly away.” You pouted holding the stuffed bunny tightly.

The drive back wasn’t long. When Sam opened the door for you, you literally hopped out of the car and all the way to the bunker door. While Dean brought in all the bags, Sam carried you down the stairs. As he set you down, you ran for his laptop that was sitting in the library table.

“Moana, Moana!” You chanted, pointing to the laptop from your position on the ground. As Sam made his way towards you, you pushed the chair out and recklessly climbed up, Sam on standby for support in case you needed it.

“Moana?” Sam was confused. He knew you were pointing to his laptop so he opened it, allowing the screen to illuminate.

“Moana!” She shouted again pointing to the Netflix icon. Sam’s face contorted into a baffled expression, but clicked on the shortcut anyways. He typed ‘Moana’ into the search bar and found the Disney animated movie. He didn’t even know that it was on Netflix. “Moana!” you clapped your hands.

Sam clicked on the movie and pressed play, setting the widescreen option so the movie occupied the entire screen. He clicked the space bar, pausing the movie so that he could move you into your bedroom. Sam hooked up his laptop to the TV screen then un-paused the movie once everything was set.

Dean came in to see you and Sam watching Moana. “Ooh, hey. I like this movie. That Heihei is hilarious!” Dean chuckled, planting himself on the empty side of the bed beside you. Sam just gave him a look.

By time the movie ended, you and Dean were passed out, you snuggled into his chest, Floppy in your arms. Sam smiled and snapped one final picture knowing that when you woke up, you’d be yourself again with no memories of what so ever. Sam slipped out of bed, stretching before he unhooked his laptop and heading to his own room. He knew that it was probably best to wake Dean up, but he thought it would be interesting to see what would happen in the morning.

“You’re welcome Dean.” Sam laughed to himself, shutting the door behind him.

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I did it agian.

Jesus replied, "No one who puts a hand to the plow and looks back is fit for service in the kingdom of God." Luke 9:62

Ever watched followers overcome hurdles and then what they overcame comes back worse than it was before? Take for instance someone who had a drug addiction or alcoholism that they had overcome, but after a year or so they become untangled in the same addiction and end up in the same position or worse than before? That’s an easy example, but what about someone who always has underlying issues with judgment, pride, or expectation, things that aren’t always exposed to the surface? Why is it that some believers are devout in faith, yet still struggle with carnal desires that wage war within them? Why is it that even with the best of intentions, some of us still make excuses for our shortcomings instead of allowing Gods power to reign supreme in every aspect of our life?

It’s because instead of identifying with our identity as a new creation, we hold on to the old man, and are focused on the things that are passing away instead of boldly chasing after the new things to come. Read that several times.

Just in case you don’t, I’ll write it agian, “It’s because instead of identifying with our identity as a new creation, we hold on to the old man, and are focused on the things that are passing away instead of boldly chasing after the new things to come.”

When this happens, our focus is not set on the things above, but the things below. The more that we are focused on the things below, the more we try to hold on to them and they continue to flee from us. The harder we grasp, the further they flee from our reach. Instead of looking up, we look out and around, expecting reciprocation, but instead finding unfulfilled desires.

This leads us to a life of addiction, depression, anxiety, and excuses. Excuses that seem natural to the world, but are unnatural for a new creation. For example, If you share your woes with the fallen man, he may point you to an uplifting quote, say it’s ok, we all go through this sometimes, and you’ll eventually get better.. Maybe even tell you it’s not that bad, you’re too hard on yourself, just live life and relax. It may provide some temporary relief, but it doesn’t help solve the issue, it just pacifies the problem.

Yet, you have the same conversation with a devout believer who knows the truth of your identity, and he will point you away from an excuse, to the power of God in you through the finished works of Jesus Christ. Read that part again also. Pay close attention, because this is where people make the choice to either settle for comfort by surrounding themselves with people who make excuses, or to be empowered through the Holy Spirit to make the change through Gods spirit living within them.

Often times when people choose comfort over their calling, they will remove themselves from those who are empowered through the spirit, saying they feel they are being judged. They would rather settle for the comfort and the excuse than the accountability of someone who is willing to help them. Some go as far as asking for accountability, but then blame their partner for falling short of helping them stay accountable. Ultimately, it all boils down to the individual personally choosing comfort or their calling, choosing to settle for excuses or sacrificing what it takes to get real results.

The issue with most of us is we live for the here and now, and instead of focusing on what’s to come, we grasp for the creature comforts that are available today. But once you have given your life to Christ, you have been given everything you need to live a productive and fulfilling life in Christ. It’s when you choose the route of the flesh, your left unhappy, resentful, desiring, unfulfilled, and fearful. It’s because the old things have gone and the new have come. Your digging up the corpses of your past, and expecting to get the same pleasure out of them that you use to. You may feel some temporal effect, but it’s not the same because God has placed conviction in your heart. That conviction can be heeded and you can commit to change, or you can ignore the conviction and stay the same. If the aim is progression, then learn the lesson by changing your ways. But if you stay consuming the old, your heart becomes cold and calloused to the calling, and youll end up falling into a worse position than before.

In scripture it says, “anyone in Christ is a new creation, the old has gone and the new had come.” 2 Corinthians 5:17 We know we are in the world but not of the world, and are here to represent Christ and Christ crucified. Yet for some of us, during the process we let human desire cloud the vision of the greater things to come and they stifle our progressions with The Lord. We become weighed down by personal wants, and these wants are all relevant to the here and now, but they have nothing to do with our eternal inheritance. So what do we do?

Scripture says, “To put off your old self, which belongs to your former manner of life and is corrupt through deceitful desires, and to be renewed in the spirit of your minds, and to put on the new self, created after the likeness of God in true righteousness and holiness.” Ephesians 4:22-24

Why put off our old self? Because it belongs to your former life. Your former life has no place in a new creation. The new creation has not been corrupted by the old, but the freewill of choosing to mix the two is still available to you, and many do it daily without even recognizing it. What do I mean? Pay close attention to why we out to put off our old self, scripture says it is corrupt through deceitful desires.

When most people think of deceitful we think of very negative things involving sin nature. But, deceitful by definition actually means “misleading.” Misleading opens us up to a much broader spectrum of potential issues. “Put off anything that can mislead you from the path of pursuing what Gods best for your life.” Or, “Lord reveal and replace everything in me that is not of you.” Might help us reveal some underlying issues we may not have approached in the past.

Now on the surface, you may be able to clearly see some things that need adjusting, for some it will take deeper understanding, and isolation with The Lord to reveal places that need change. No matter the circumstance it boils down to you choosing Gods best for your life in every situation. Thinking before you speak, being pro active and not reactive, having expectations set on God not people, knowing that God is working all things for your good. Etc.

What it comes down to in the end is, “I have been crucified with Christ. It is no longer I who live, but Christ who lives in me. And the life I now live in the flesh I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave himself for me.” Galatians 2:20.

If this isn’t the motive behind every aspect of your life, you’re probably still trying to hold on to the things that are passing away. The comforts of this life are fleeting, they are only temporary, and will all soon be gone. No matter if they provide temporary relief or not, they are literally keeping you from Gods best. Sooner or later, you will be standing before God himself with either a handful of excuses, or a life of results that bear much fruit.

Knowing these truths, “Do not be conformed to this world, but be transformed by the renewal of your mind, that by testing you may discern what is the will of God, what is good and acceptable and perfect.” Romans 12:2

Why?

Because, “To set the mind on the flesh is death, but to set the mind on the Spirit is life and peace.” Romans 8:6

Who doesn’t want to have life and peace?

Shouldn’t the motto should be,

“Whatever gain I had, I counted as loss for the sake of Christ. Indeed, I count everything as loss because of the surpassing worth of knowing Christ Jesus my Lord. For his sake I have suffered the loss of all things and count them as rubbish, in order that I may gain Christ and be found in him, not having a righteousness of my own that comes from the law, but that which comes through faith in Christ, the righteousness from God that depends on faith— Philippians 3:7-9

If so, then,

“Do your best to present yourself to God as one approved, a worker who has no need to be ashamed, rightly handling the word of truth.” 2 Timothy 2:15

“And put on the new self, created after the likeness of God in true righteousness and holiness.” Ephesians 4:24

Knowing that,

“Godly grief produces a repentance that leads to salvation without regret, whereas worldly grief produces death.” 2 Corinthians 7:10

“For you have died, and your life is hidden with Christ in God” Colossians 3:3

Therefore, “Look carefully then how you walk, not as unwise but as wise, making the best use of the time, because the days are evil. Therefore do not be foolish, but understand what the will of the Lord is.” Ephesians 5:15-17

Saying consistently as a reminder, “I can do all things through him who strengthens me.” Philippians 4:13

So, remember what we have to look forward to! Remember what Christ said to us!

“Do not let your hearts be troubled. You believe in God; believe also in me. My Father’s house has many rooms; if that were not so, would I have told you that I am going there to prepare a place for you? And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come back and take you to be with me that you also may be where I am. You know the way to the place where I am going.””‭‭John‬ ‭14:1-4‬ ‭

“Anyone who loves me will obey my teaching. My Father will love them, and we will come to them and make our home with them. Anyone who does not love me will not obey my teaching. These words you hear are not my own; they belong to the Father who sent me. “All this I have spoken while still with you. But the Advocate, the Holy Spirit, whom the Father will send in my name, will teach you all things and will remind you of everything I have said to you. Peace I leave with you; my peace I give you. I do not give to you as the world gives. Do not let your hearts be troubled and do not be afraid.” John‬ ‭14:23-27‬ ‭

So when you are ready to face the Holy Spirit conviction of turning from chasing that is fleeting, and repeating the same shortcomings over and over. Instead of crying out and doing the same thing over and over again, remember this word from God, and you will find the strength to overcome whatever trial you are faced with.

“Since therefore Christ suffered in the flesh, arm yourselves with the same way of thinking, for whoever has suffered in the flesh has ceased from sin, so as to live for the rest of the time in the flesh no longer for human passions but for the will of God. For the time that is past suffices for doing what the Gentiles want to do, living in sensuality, passions, drunkenness, orgies, drinking parties, and lawless idolatry. With respect to this they are surprised when you do not join them in the same flood of debauchery, and they malign you; but they will give account to him who is ready to judge the living and the dead.

For this is why the gospel was preached even to those who are dead, that though judged in the flesh the way people are, they might live in the spirit the way God does. The end of all things is at hand; therefore be self-controlled and sober-minded for the sake of your prayers. Above all, keep loving one another earnestly, since love covers a multitude of sins. Show hospitality to one another without grumbling. As each has received a gift, use it to serve one another, as good stewards of God's varied grace: whoever speaks, as one who speaks oracles of God; whoever serves, as one who serves by the strength that God supplies—in order that in everything God may be glorified through Jesus Christ. To him belong glory and dominion forever and ever. Amen.

Beloved, do not be surprised at the fiery trial when it comes upon you to test you, as though something strange were happening to you. But rejoice insofar as you share Christ's sufferings, that you may also rejoice and be glad when his glory is revealed. If you are insulted for the name of Christ, you are blessed, because the Spirit of glory and of God rests upon you. But let none of you suffer as a murderer or a thief or an evildoer or as a meddler.

Yet if anyone suffers as a Christian, let him not be ashamed, but let him glorify God in that name. For it is time for judgment to begin at the household of God; and if it begins with us, what will be the outcome for those who do not obey the gospel of God? And "If the righteous is scarcely saved, what will become of the ungodly and the sinner?" Therefore let those who suffer according to God's will entrust their souls to a faithful Creator while doing good.”‭‭1 Peter‬ ‭4:1-19‬ ‭

“The temptations in your life are no different from what others experience. And God is faithful. He will not allow the temptation to be more than you can stand. When you are tempted, he will show you a way out so that you can endure.” 1 Corinthians 10:13

Excuses or results? Comfort of your calling? To God be the glory forever and ever, Amen -ES

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