#a father's memories of loving his son ever since he was born. I'm going to smash my head into a wall and die

[gravelsong]

Sparkplug is pushing the dadimus agenda so hard

[witchthewriter]

𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐑𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐧𝐲𝐫𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐧 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

⤷ female, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ | ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ ᴵᴵ

ENTJ

Gryffindor

Neutral Good

Capricorn Sun, Virgo Moon, Aquarius Rising

𝑺𝑭𝑾🌿

・Your main concern, out of this situation, was how Vermithor would react to not only the colder weather but having to stay there.

・It is known that dragons do not like to travel far (without a rider) and love heat. So how would he stay with you?

・Your second concern was being away from your family... you had never been apart from them. Ever since being born, you were close to your siblings - but your mother cherished you in a different way...

・As her only girl, she hated having to send you away. But she knew House Stark would keep you safe. And you had Vermithor... Surely you would be okay?

・The first time you met Cregan was when you were both infants. Viserys had thrown you the largest nameday and the Lord of Winterfell came, along with his son.

・Being a few years older than you, Cregan can recount the memory. Especially the time you had grabbed his nose so tight that he thought you were going to tear it right off.

・The second time was only a few weeks ago, when you had flown with Daemon after Luke's funeral. (Rhaenyra wanted to go herself, but Daemon had become a father figure when Harwin died and she remarried.)

・You were used to Daemon. House Stark was not.

・And it was the Stark's maester who had interrupted a few times to keep both Cregan and Daemon in check.

・But Daemon was only testing the Stark - he wanted to know you would be protected.

・When the day came to leave, everyone came to see you off.

・Your brothers were teary-eyed, especially Joffrey who had clutched onto Jace. Your eyes matched his own - full of tears, puffy and red. You had been crying all night.

"I'm going to miss you all so much," you said to your brothers who had hugged you tightly. The white haired ones didn't understand what was going on, but they babbled to you anyway.

・Jace put on a brave face; he knew Cregan would keep you safe.

"I wish I could stay," you mumbled into Jace's chest, but he just kissed the top of your head and held your cheek.

"You are doing more than you know," damn him for being so wise, you had thought.

・You hugged Baela and Rhaena, all three of you had become so close that it physically hurt to know you wouldn't see them everyday.

"We'll see each other again," Rhaena cooed, wiping the tears from your cheeks.

"And when we do, you have to tell us all about marriage..." Baela said, a twinkle in her eye.

You bumped her shoulder, "Baela! Of course you know I will!" All three of you laughed and hugged once more.

・Your mother was the last to give you farewell.

・She leaned her forehead against your own, tears spilling down her cheeks. Rhaenyra was full of inner-conflict. A large part of her didn't want to send you away to get married. But that's what royals had to do - especially in times of war. She wanted you safe; but wasn't safe with her?

・No. Rhaenyra had decided that being at home, at Dragonstone wasn't safe for you.

・But she knew Vermithor would stay with you - you were his first rider since Jahaerys, and that bond would protect you like no other.

・However, Vermithor's brute personality made this change in scenary difficult.

・It wasn't the first time in his life that he'd been to Winterfell. But having to relocate there was a challenge.

・Until Cregan had shown you the new cave/dragon pit they had made for him. It was incredibly warm, and large enough for him to stalk off into.

・Saying thank you to Cregan didn't feel enough. So you kissed him on the cheek and ran after Vermithor to see it for yourself

・The first time Vermithor and Cregan met, it nearly had you in stitches.

・Cregan didn't think it was funny for a long time. But after a few weeks, whenever you told the story - he let a smile appear on his face

・You had settled into Winterfell easier than you thought you would. You asked Cregan why that was - how Winterfell was just as warm of a castle as any other.

"Centuries ago, Bran the Builder had built Winterfell around an ancient godswood and over natural hot springs. The water is piped through walls and chambers to heat them. This is why Winterfell is far superior than any castle," he winked as he said it and you snorted in response, for it would be an insult to any other royal.

・But Cregan did have a great point - the system that Bran used when making Winterfell made it far more comfortable than other castles during the harsh northern winters.

・Every room had a fireplace that was kept lit all day, everyday. It was absolutely brilliant!

・One of your favourite places to go is the Godswood; the Weirwood tree seemed to hum; or so you thought.

・If Cregan cannot find you, he knows that's the one place in the castle to look first.

・Your relationship with Cregan became infinitely easier when you let your walls down.

・Opening up bit by bit, made him realise just how much you worry.

・And in turn, he too would tell you things no other were to hear.

・It strengthened your marriage.

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

Strong Feelings (Thinking It's Hate - WRONG It's Love)

The Gomez & Morticia Adams (absolutely obsessed with his wife)

"Think they'll try us?" x "Fuck I hope so."

𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆

Bickering and Banter

Mutual Growth and Empowerment

Soulmates/Bonded Pair

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈

Wolves by Bruno Coulais

The Lone Wolf by Sagason

For the Dancing and the Dreaming by Erutan

[leeknow-thoughts]

୨୧ WAITING ROOM

𝝑𝝔 son of Athena!Lee Know x Cursed!Fem!Reader

𝝑𝝔 cw: Lee Know has mommy issues, Lee Know is immortal, reader is cursed, angst, suicide, mentions of self harm, mentions of gore and death, there is no happy ending, not very detailed smut, smut with feelings

𝝑𝝔 skz hyung line Greek god!AU m.list | skz maknae line Greek god!AU m.list

He always had hated his mother. Ever since adolescence, the thought of her made his skin crawl. He hated how she was brave, and how that meant he had to be brave. He hated how she was born from her father's head.

How she had a city named after her. How she was gracious to everyone except for him. How she cursed him with immortality.

He hated how he couldn't hate his mother. His mother cursed you.

Like everyone was to him, you were a glimpse. A glance taken around the lecture hall. Eyes mistakenly landing on yours. That's all anyone could be for him; a simple glance.

You were beautiful though, he noticed. At least to him you were. No other boys seemed to glance in your direction for very long. He took another look at you.

Your hair was pulled up messily, your shirt had stains on it, yet you were beautiful. You scribbled on a piece of paper at your seat across the lecture hall from him. Positively not paying attention to the biology professor in the front of the room.

You. You. He found you, yet again.

He remembered you suddenly, a blurry memory that he couldn't put the date on. Your hair. He recognized your hair. He saw it over all the lifetimes he lived.

But why couldn't he know your name? The name from your first lifetime.

"y/n!" he remembered screaming.

"Minho! Go run! Run!" you cried.

y/n, that was your name.

y/n.

The girl who died in Pompeii. The girl who he begged for his mother to spare, to bring back to him.

"Minho?" a tap awoke him from his thought.

He turned around to face you, it was you. "What's your name?" he immediately asked even though he knew you.

"y/n and you're Minho," you smile.

"You know me?" he asks.

You pause, "you don't know me?"

I've known you for eons he says in his head.

He thought of Pompeii. "Pompeii?" he questions out loud.

"You remember Pompeii?"

"I remember you," he whispered.

You had the blanket covering you from the coldness of your room. The landlord just wouldn't fix your heater, even if it was in the middle of winter.

"Fucking hell," Minho mumbles as he enters your room, "it's cold as fuck in here."

"You can thank my shitty landlord for that, he won't fix the damn heater."

"I'll get you an electrician, it's like below freezing in here," Minho mumbles.

"With what money?"

"Sweetheart I'm immortal, I have more than enough money to my name after thousands of years of existing," he reminds you.

"I forget you're literally like Edward Cullen, you freaking vampire," you chuckle.

"I am not Edward Cullen," he persists.

He was now laying next to you, "I am not as pale as him," he continues.

"Are you wearing jeans on my bed right now?" you look at him with disgust.

"Minho," you blurt.

The noise from the TV above the fireplace becoming background music in your ears. "Mhm," he hums, his eyes fixated on the TV screen.

"Are you brave?" you ask, "like, your mom is Athena, so are you like her, are you fearless? Do you have no quest too grand to conquer?"

He chuckles, "no, I'm quite cowardly," he replies.

"Why can't she live?" he begs his mother.

"Minho, she is still alive," his mother reminds him.

"Yeah but for how long? How long until she is gonna die? How long until I have to look for her in her next life?" he yells in despair.

"Minho she is cursed with reincarnation, you know there is nothing you can do."

"Minho?" you ask the boy who is laying next to you in bed.

He looks up at you, "make love to me?" you ask.

He is gentle when he makes love to you, just like always. He kisses over your skin and takes your breast into his mouth like always. But this time feels different. Like he is studying your body. Like this will be the last time he holds you.

You don't question his desperation, figuring it was just due to the lack of time you had spent with him recently.

He gently pushes into you and watches over every way your face contorts with pleasure. He holds you close to him as he buries himself inside your cunt. Mumbling sweet words into your ear while you cum around him.

Taking his time building up his own orgasm before spilling into you his seed.

"Minho," you call out to him, he perks his head up and looks at you, "tell me the story of how we first met," you request.

You curl up into his side, his arms draped around you lovingly.

"Well, we were both kids, living in the village next to Pompeii, your mother was a baker and your father was a farmer. Your parents prayed to my mother, and my mother sent me to bless them one night," he pauses, rubbing circles on your lower back, "and so I walked into your house, and was going to leave the money my mother had sent me to give to your parents but you saw me. You thought I was stealing from you," he chuckles at the memory, "and then instead of doing the logical thing like waking your parents up, you handed me a piece of bread and told me that I didn't have to steal food. D'you remember that?" he asks softly.

"Mhm," you nod your head, "and you told me your little secret," you recall.

He's never been more sure of anything in his entire life. This he knows, he knows he is tired of watching you die.

He knows he must die to break your cycle of reincarnation.

He holds the knife to his wrists and doesn't think twice before cutting them.

He'll wait for you in the underworld. And that is the only comfort he has as life leaves his body. Knowing you and him will one day be reunited.

You sit next to the headstone where he is buried and wipe away any of the dirt and grime that has accumulated on the surface.

The word 'brave' carved into the stone right below his name.

[anki-of-beleriand]

Bad Liar ch. 5

Summary: Life is about lessons, and Wanda has been learning some harsh facts that had define her life and taken her to a place in which she was given a second chance. Then, all of a sudden, she meets you, and she realizes why it's easier to lie to yourself than to accpet what's right in front of her.

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff/ Female!reader - America/Kate - Mentions of past Vision/Wanda - past Natasha/Reader - Some Female!Reader/Carol Danvers - past Shuri/Female!reader

Warnings: Slow burn - Enemies to friends to lovers - Mentions of abusive relationships - Toxic relationships - angst - drama - mentions of abuse - unrequited love - gay panic - fools in love - more tags as the story progress.

Author's note: I'm back! Yes! I know it has been quite a while, life has been hard if I'm honest with you and these moments of peace had been sporacdic. Hope you like this new chapter.

This time around something happened that made R and Wanda come closer, yet far enough for them to deny whatever they want.

Thank you so much for reading, commenting, liking and reblogging the story guys! Remember that English is not my mother tongue, so forgive my grammar, spelling and funny mistakes.

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8 - Chapter 9 - Chapter 10 - Chapter 11 - Chapter 12 - Chapter 13 - Chapter 14 - Chapter 15 - Chapter 16 - Chapter 17 - Chapter 18

Chapter 5

Falling

Her life had been predetermined by her father the moment she had been born.

For as long as she could remember, Wanda had always been told what to do, how to act, what was expected of her. Even though her mother helped her get an education, as well as get into a career, her father had always made sure Wanda was straight as an arrow, always leading her to a ‘good man that could control and protect her’.

She found herself being introduced to Jarvis at some point, the son of one of her father’s business partners, and a classmate of hers all through the secondary, it had been decided that he would be her husband. Wanda sighed watching the picture she kept on her photo album, in there was Pietro always smiling and happy with his arm around her shoulders while Jarvis stood to her left with a possessive hold on her waist.

Pietro had never liked Jarvis, but it wasn’t his decision.

Thunder broke into the night, Wanda jumped startled watching outside the window while her eyes drifted momentarily to the stairs. She strained her ear trying to hear if the twins had woken up, but the silence of the house was only broken by the rain and the wind right outside. Wanda sat in silence and a half-lit room, the memories of her past coming over with overwhelming emotions that threatened to break her over once more.

She held onto her own strength, the smile of her children and the words of Hope and Natasha while the tears rolled down her cheeks.

“This is a long road, Wanda. You are not expected to heal overnight, but you do need to start somewhere.”

And that was precisely what she was doing, choosing the memories she wanted to keep and letting go of those she didn’t want to remember. The pictures in her photo album had change drastically the moment Jarvis showed up in her life. Soon the pictures of Pietro, her mother, and her friends disappeared, giving way to pictures of Jarvis filling up her youth invading her life in ways she never noticed until now.

She didn’t even have enough pictures of her and the twins, most of the pictures included Jarvis one way or another holding them, grabbing them, possessing them. Wanda closed the photo album feeling suddenly emotionally tired, her life had changed drastically ever since she ran from Jarvis and started working on her, her children, her career.

“One step at a time, Wanda. You just must give yourself some credit, you are doing fantastic and as long as you remember why you are doing this you will be okay.”

And Wanda knew why she was doing it.

She still had the scars, and the police report as well as the medical records of herself and Tommy. The bright, blueish light of lightning breaking into the night startled her again, this time around she redirected her eyes to the window and waited for the sound of thunder breaking into the night.

The lights in the house flickered and soon the hole house went black. Wanda stood up, her eyes going big as she heard the sudden cries coming from the twin’s room. In less than a minute she had run up the stairs entering their room, the light from the mobile helping her move through the house and the darkened room.

She was familiar with the scene welcoming her the moment she crossed the threshold of the twin’s room. Billy was holding onto Tommy, both boys had their eyes wide open though Tommy was looking drowsy and flustered while Billy was completely awake and disheveled holding onto his brother as he used to whenever they heard the screams of fighting and hitting in their parents’ room.

“Hey, guys, it’s okay, mommy is here.” Wanda approached the bed wrapping her arms around them, kissing their foreheads with a concerned frown. “It’s just rain, it will pass.”

Billy merely nodded but Tommy went from his brother to his mother, and it was then that Wanda noticed the shivering figure of Tommy, his labored breathing and the glassy eyes. Billy shot his brother a worried glance before turning his attention to his mother.

“Momma, I don’t feel good.” Tommy whispered snuggling closer to Wanda, the young woman placed her hand on the boy’s forehead feeling the warm emanating from his skin.

Panic rose inside Wanda’s mind, Tommy was burning and he wasn’t looking so good. She lifted her eyes and Billy was glancing at her with a frown adorning his face.

“Mommy?”

“Don’t worry, boys, mommy is here, okay?” Wanda cooed Tommy while trying to give Billy a reassuring smile.

Tommy closed his eyes whimpering lightly, while Billy chewed on his lower lip.

“Is Tommy okay?” He asked in a small voice, Wanda fixed the younger of the twins on the bed while helping Billy down and directing him to his own bed.

“He is baby, but he needs some space and medicine, right now he seems to have a fever and mommy needs to make sure he is okay.” Wanda explained pocking Billy on the nose, the young boy offered a weak smile, but his eyes went from Wanda and Tommy constantly.

“I’m going to grab something really quick from the bathroom, can you watch over him without going to close to Tommy?” Wanda inquired knowing the request was hard for the young boy, they had always been together through the fighting, through the punishment and even in sickness.

But Wanda didn’t have the luxury of having any help, and risking both twins to get sick was something she couldn’t afford emotionally and physically. Wanda brushed Billy’s hair placing a single kiss on his forehead. Billy scrunched up his nose, pursing his lips at the last request.

“Tommy needs me.” He mumbled crossing his arms.

“I know it’s hard, Billy, but mommy doesn’t want you catching whatever it is Tommy has.” She tried to explain to the upset kid. “Mommy needs you to be strong and help her out, can you do that for me?”

Billy pouted looking away while nodding his head curtly, Wanda hesitated for a moment before standing up, her eyes went to Tommy then back to Billy who was still looking away from her. With a heavy heart, the young woman made her way to the bathroom to look for something that might help Tommy.

In the darkened bathroom, Wanda soon realized she had never bother to buy any medicine or any kind of implements that might help in a situation such as this. She had gauze, alcohol, bandages, cotton balls, and a digital thermometer. She tried to look at her reflection, the tears she didn’t know she was shedding rolling down her cheeks while her heart beat hard against her ribcage. None of this, but the thermometer, would help her with Tommy, would her?

With trembling hands, Wanda grabbed the thermometer and some cotton balls, she let her hands wander inside the cabinet until she found a small cup. Making sure the water was not too cold, she wiped away her tears and putting on a strong façade grabbed everything and went back to the twin’s room.

The storm ranging right outside the house became almost unbearable, thunder and lightning filled out the emptiness inside her home and by the time she was helping Tommy out, Billy was holding onto his pillow watching wide-eyed as Tommy whimpered and complain while putting his blankets away.

The lights had not come out yet, and Wanda had a feeling that this might take some time because of the storm. She went right into action making sure Tommy had the thermometer while putting the cotton balls and the cup of water on the bedside table.

Billy watched from afar as Wanda fussed over Tommy while his brother cried softly, and tried to get away from her touch while still couching and sneezing, his hands grabbing his chest or head from time to time. The young boy had always been there ready to protect his brother, and he hated it when he knew there was nothing he could do.

His young eyes went from his brother to his mom, she was crying and Billy felt his eyes well up at the sight. For a brief moment, he turned his attention to the door almost expecting his dad to come over screaming enraged before hitting mommy and Tommy.

But it never happened, and relief washed over the young man that still felt anguish at the sight of his family suffering over without anything he could do. Billy glanced at the phone, then back at his mom and Tommy, he lifted his hand and wiped away his tears with his pajamas. The phone he had been holding for quite a while vibrated in his hand, Billy frowned glancing at the phone while tilting his head.

“Mommy.” He mumbled standing up, he made his way to Wanda holding onto the phone.

Wanda lifted her head, she tried to smile and Billy could see she was not doing okay.

“Tell me, sweetie.”

“Can you call a doctor?” Billy offered the phone to his mother, he could no longer hide the tears on his face and Wanda broke just a little at how mature he usually behaved at his age.

Wanda grabbed the phone putting him closer to her, her arms wrapped comfortingly around him before placing a kiss on his head. She thought about the proposal, it wasn’t as if she hadn’t thought about it, but the rain outside and the lower temperatures could only be worse for the boy burning in fever at the moment. There was a moment of hesitation on Wanda’s part, she glanced at Tommy then at Billy before placing her eyes on the phone.

But before she could do anything, Tommy sat up moaning, grabbing his stomach.

“Mommy I don’t feel good…” And with those words, he leaned in and started throwing up.

Billy stepped back watching horrified as Tommy empty the contents of his stomach on the bed and the floor, and soon Wanda sprang into action taking the young boy to the bathroom, running and sharing comforting words to a now crying Tommy.

The mobile had fallen to the floor, and Billy grabbed the gadget in his hands hugging it closer to his chest not knowing what to do and how to help his mom and brother. It took him a moment, tears falling down his face, and he just checked the phone finding the only familiar name that could help him and his mommy in a moment like that one.

With a blurry eyesight, he pressed the dial button and finally started sobbing when he heard the familiar voice through the phone.

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There was not a single light on the streets.

The wind and water twirled in front of the windows, the bluish light of thunder breaking into the darkness from time to time, and the rumbling from thunder making the glass trembled echoing the strength of the storm.

You sipped some hot chocolate from your favorite mug, sitting down in the kitchen your mind played out the recent events that had shaken your life in ways you never thought possible. More than a week had passed since the school event in which you got a chance to see a side of your neighborhood you were not familiar with and finding her in the practice of your best friend.

Since then, your encounters with her have been sporadic. But each and every single one of them had the spark of teasing you had come accustomed to. It had become a habit to just bother her and rail her up, to watch her reaction to your piercing words and your constant teasing while getting some reaction out of her. To see her eyes going wide, and flashing that glare you had come to appreciate, or her retorts that were a defiance of your intelligence and your personality. A part of you knew the game you were playing was a dangerous one, another part didn’t even care.

That was, until your mind reminded you of one Carol Danvers that had been at your doorstep from the moment you decided to go back to the world.

The blonde woman had been there as a support, and also as someone that helped you escaped from the pain and the reality you were made to face. So much different than Shuri, Carol had always understood your priorities, and while at the beginning the both of you had agreed on sex with no strings attached, Carol had made it quite evident she was ready for more, and pretty much intended to wait for you to be ready as well.

Another thunder broke into the night.

You lifted your eyes wondering if perhaps letting Carol meet America had been the wisest thing to do, the both of them had hit it off right off the bat, and you knew that Carol had been more than happy about the meeting. She saw that as a step in the right direction, one of the steps to get you closer into a relationship you were still not so sure you wanted.

“What are you doing up at this hour?” The voice of America startled you awake from your daze, turning around you saw her completely dressed wearing a heavy jacket and boots as if she was ready to go out.

“What are you doing dressed like that?” You asked back raising a single eyebrow, the young woman came closer to you tilting her head with narrowed eyes.

“I’m going out.”

You snorted shaking your head, “you’re crazy if you think I’m letting you go out with this weather. Anyway, why the hell would you go out? This has something to do with Kate?”

America opened her eyes wide, blushing lightly while crossing her arms.

“Not everything that happens to me has to do with Kate.” She huffed indignantly, though you had to smirk at her reaction.

“As of late, everything has to do with her…” You replied teasingly. “You two should stop playing around and get together already.”

“Oh, shut up! You are one to talk, you and Carol had been playing the friends with benefits for far too long, you should give in already.” She retorted shooting you a defiant glance, you winced looking away while lifting your mug.

“Touché. I won’t say anything about Kate and you from now on.”

“Thank you.” America turned around but stopped when you placed a hand on her shoulder, your brows lifted in wonderment.

“Still, you’re not going out, though.”

America made a face lifting her phone while trying to come up with the best explanation.

“Look, Billy Maximoff just called me.” She started explaining, and as soon as that name came out you perked up. “He was really distressed, crying and asking for me to help him, something happened to Tommy and…”

“Well, where is his mom? Or his dad for that matter?”

It wasn’t so much the question, but the tone of voice you used to ask. Your voice broke a little, and your tone rose an octave making you clear your throat and look away from the scrutinizing gaze of your sister. America narrowed her eyes at you, tilting her head.

“There is no dad, and it seems as if Mrs. Maximoff needs help.” America trailed off before grabbing your hand. “Come with me, please, I think they really need help and I hated to think Billy is crying while Tommy and Mrs. Maximoff are…I don’t know…”

You made a face letting go of America while scratching the nape of your neck, your heart jumped in your chest while a tingling started in your abdomen at the thought of seeing Wanda Maximoff. It was strange, and unwanted, you shouldn’t feel anxious to see that insufferable woman, yet…

“What if Tommy is sick, Y/N? I know you can help them.” America pressed grabbing your hand. “Please, come with me and if it is something dumb, you can lash out at Mrs. Maximoff, I know it had become your favorite pastime as of late.”

“That’s not true!” You replied slightly offended. “She is the one lashing out at me!”

“Oh, please if I didn’t know better, I would say you like her!” America replied turning just on time to miss the flash of panic in your eyes.

“So, can you come with me?” This time around she used her most powerful weapon against you, and her puppy eyes with that familiar pout broke your resolution.

Rolling your eyes you nod, “okay, okay, I’m coming with you, let me grab something, I don’t want to catch a pneumonia just so you can go and help Maximoff’s brats.”

America smirked watching as you went running to your room, she knew even if your words seemed uncaring that you were hooked when she said the kids might be sick. America knew for you it was hard to not care, but sometimes it was harder to care.

*************

Your eyes soon found those of the small boy standing by the door with a blue blanket tightly pressed against his chest, he had tears in his eyes with his hair completely disheveled and a spark of mistrusted sent your way. America knelt down as soon as he opened the door, her face breaking into one of pure tenderness while she spoke to the boy in a soft reassuring tone.

“Hey, Billy, how are you buddy?”

“Tommy is sick.” He mumbled and was about to hug your sister when you stopped him from going any further.

His glare made you think of his mother, and you had to refrain yourself from snorting at the likeness between both of them.

“We are drench, kid, so hugging America is not a good idea.” The glare didn’t lose its intensity, but the boy pursed his lips and stepped away from your grasp.

America rolled her eyes at you, closing the door behind her and taking the jacket off of her. You followed her swiftly, while also taking off your boots and standing inside the house that had been Natasha’s at some point.

The place had changed ever since, though you could see the new inhabitants of the household decided to keep some of the furniture. You frowned stepping inside the place noticing there was no one but the kid on the first floor, turning around you could see America talking to the boy, this time around she wrapped her arms around him helping him up and walking towards you with Billy snuggling closer to her.

“Tommy is sick, and he and his mom are upstairs.” She commented, her lips broke into a sad smile. “He didn’t know what to do, but he thought if I was here his mom could take Tommy to the doctor.”

“You are quite the smart guy, Billy.” Your commented made Billy turned his attention to you, though his eyes had not softened he was now shooting curious glances at you. “However, with this rain, the best would be for Tommy and your mom to stay here…”

This time around you could see the crestfallen expression on the boy’s face, his eyes welled up again and your heart broke at the sight. You leaned in, winking at him reassuringly.

“But you and your family are lucky that I know a thing or two about being a doctor and may be able to help, would you like that?”

America watched as the boy tensed in her arms, his eyes opened lightly, and he glanced at you for the very first time with wonderment, and some hesitation.

“Really?” he turned to America to corroborate your words, and the young woman smiled at him.

“Yes, Billy, this is my sister Y/N.” She said, looking at you then back at the boy. “And she learnt a thing or two about children and how to take care of them.”

Billy pursed his lips glancing at you with a tilt of his head, “really? You help Tommy?”

“Really, I can help Tommy and your mommy as well.” You looked around the place before settling your eyes on America. “Why don’t you grabbed one of the torches you brough and I will go upstairs to see what’s going on.”

“Sure.” America turned to Billy pocking him on the nose. “Want some chocolate while we make sure Tommy gets better?”

You watched as both of them go to America’s jacket, and handing over the torch to Billy they made their way to the kitchen. With a sigh, you placed a hand on your head before turning your stare to the stairs; the place was completely silent, and you had to glance around while straining your ear to catch some noise. Without missing a beat, you walked down the hall until you found yourself in front of a door decorated with dinosaurs and the names of the twins in blue and red.

The room smelt like vomit, and it felt suffocating.

On the bed was a small boy whimpering, and leaning in was the young woman you had come to know as Wanda. There was a moment of hesitation before you knock on the open door, the sudden sound made Wanda jerked around her eyes wide open as they settled on you.

“Wha-what are you…who…?”

The young woman was looking terrible.

Her hair was out of place, and she had been wearing some sweatpants and a shirt that had strains of vomit all over them. The sight itself was quite incredible, you had seen the fire behind those green eyes, the power behind the woman’s words as well as her determination whenever you engaged her in a bickering contest. But the woman standing before you was lost, it was someone that didn’t know what to do or how to react, that was completely out of her element while holding onto a piece of sanity she clearly didn’t have.

It made you think of that time she had frozen in fear during the school’s event.

“You got any coherent thought behind those questions? Or do I have to guess what are you trying to ask?” Your lips curled into a smirk, the glint of anger flashing towards you as the woman strides to you her index finger lift poking on your chest, with her nostrils flaring.

“What the hell are you doing here?” There was desperation in her voice, and you had to wonder where the father of the kids was, where was her husband.

Was she alone in all of this?

“Your kid called, and America dragged me over to help.”

She blinked a couple of times, your words registering in her head while her brows knitted together. Her eyes locking with yours before she opened them in realization.

“Billy.”

“Yes.”

“America? Why…?” Now she looked even more confused than before, you shrugged suddenly very aware of the closeness of the woman and the foolishness of the situation.

“She is my sister, and your kid call her over to see if she could help you.” You shrugged trying to look uninterested in the whole situation. “You had a smart kid, Princess. Now, let me help you with your other kid.”

You stepped aside, and walked past Wanda who was struck by the door still registering your words. You looked around the place before kneeling down right beside the bed of Tommy. You placed your hand on his forehead, he was burning and your touch made him shiver telling you his skin was sensitive to the touch. It was quite evident he had thrown up, and his paleness confused itself with the flush of the fever. Your eyes moved to the thermometer then to the mess around you.

“What are you doing?” Wanda asked in a thin voice, your eyes were flashing angrily at her just as you stood up.

“Me? What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” You asked through gritted teeth. “He is burning up! What had you given to him? Do you know if he eaten something that upset his stomach? How long has he been like this?”

And just as you said this you stepped closer to her, the anger in you came by the sight of the state the room was in and by the obvious discomfort the boy was in. It was incredible to you that a mother could be this disinterested in their child. If your stepmother had been alive her first instinct would have been to take you or America straight to the hospital, bad weather or not, and your dad…

The anger running through your veins cooled down the moment your eyes fell upon the cowering form of Wanda. The young woman winced when you spoke to her, her body tensing and coiling in on itself, while she pressed her hands tightly to her chest. Her eyes clenched close, paled with a quivering lower lip, she was mumbling something you had not bothered to hear up until now.

“I just…I didn’t…I don’t have because I…” Wanda had been ready to answer your reproaches with the same annoying tone she used to address you until something in her triggered the memories she thought she had overcome. She was useless, a bad mother, she deserved punishment. She deserved her fate.

“I don’t know! I’m sorry, I…I failed, I failed, I’m a bad mother…”

You never expected her to break down the way she was doing, something in your chest stirred with sympathy and guiltiness at having been so hasty in your reaction. There was a moment of hesitation that was broken the moment the woman felt to her knees, this time around her arms above her head as if protecting herself from an invisible attack. You clenched your jaw, your eyes burning with horror at the thought that this was perhaps what Wanda was waiting from you.

You could hear her whimpers, turning around you could see Tommy crawling his legs closer to his body, he had been awake during the scene trembling on his bed with his lips turned downwards. You brushed your hair away before stepping closer to Wanda, kneeling down slowly but surely, your hand placed itself on her shoulder. Whatever story was behind her reaction, you decided right there and there, you would make things easier for her.

“Hey, Wanda, I’m sorry.” You whispered softly, comfortingly. “It was not my place, you are a good mother, you did the right thing, I just…I want to help…”

“Hey, Wanda, sorry I just…look, I came here to help. So…”

“Why? So you can humiliate me? Tell me…making me feel as If…” Wanda exploded pushing your hands away, her eyes filled with tears just as she glared at you. “I’m doing my best I just…”

“I know, I’m sorry.” You whispered, wincing at her words. “I was unfair, I…I just…I don’t like seeing little kids suffering, okay? And, Tommy, he really needs a doctor. Let me make it up to you, let me help you.”

“What? You are a doctor or something like that?” Wanda bit back, her glare never missing the intensity.

“Something like that.” You replied offering a half smile, Wanda furrowed her brows the situation draining her of any will or energy to fight over. “Let’s start by getting him really clean up, do you have anything we can give him?”

“What do you mean?” She asked in a small voice.

“Antibiotics, aspirin…something?” Wanda shook her head and you nodded curtly.

“Okay, that’s fine. You and him, you need a shower…”

“But…but he is sick, and his fever…”

“Needs to be controlled before it gets out of hand.” You replied helping the young woman stand up, you cocked your head, so your eyes fell upon the boy that was glancing at the both of you. “Let’s take him to the bathroom, I have some torches that may help you, but you need to give him a bath and help with his fever.”

Wanda nodded weakly making her way to the bed, Tommy was shivering with his lips parted. You leaned in, observing the rhythm of his breathing and the sweat on his face.

“Mommy?” He asked in a weak voice, Wanda cleared his face never missing the concern marks on her face.

“Is he…” Wanda started but soon trailed off.

“He is gonna be okay.” You smiled at her, standing up you placed a hand on her forearm. “Don’t worry, kid, everything is gonna be fine, can you tell me where it hurts the most?”

Tommy pouted hesitating before placing his hand on his head, you pursed your lips nodding. Wanda observed as you knelt down with your eyes scanning the small form of the boy.

“Does your tummy hurt still?”

“No.” Tommy put his legs closer to his chest, your eyes narrowed for a moment.

“Tommy, did you feel bad today at school?”

Tommy hesitated before nodding, “I didn’t want Billy worried because he was playing with Bard, and I’m always complaining.”

The boy explained in a thin voice, Wanda pressed her lips holding back her own tears. You offered the boy a smirk, shaking your head.

“I bet Bard was being a little brat about it, wasn’t he?”

Tommy opened his eyes before nodding, this time around he smiled.

“Yeah, the men in that family can be little brats.” You said winking at Tommy. “But they are good people, you don’t have to hide, Tommy, more so if you don’t feel okay.”

“I’m s’orry.” He lowered his gaze, “I don’t wanna be weak, daddy don’t like it when I complain.”

You decided to not comment on that, and you even ignored the sudden shift on Wanda’s posture, and the gasp she let out at Tommy’s words.

“Hey! Not feeling well is not about complaining, it’s about being brave enough to admit you need help.” You replied by pocking his nose. “Now, I need to help you and your mom with your fever, okay?”

Tommy nodded putting a thumb on his mouth, you stood up looking around the room before settling your eyes on Wanda. In a sudden movement, you went to pick up Tommy in your arms, the little boy snuggling closer to you.

“He does need to take a bath, and it’s going to be a little uncomfortable for him because the water must be lukewarm.” You stated firmly, Wanda shifted her position taking a good look at you. “Can you show me the bathroom?”

The bathroom was huge.

With a big bathtub at the far corner, you realized that with more light the situation would be easier for everyone. However, the place was big enough to make it work for the mother and the child, you placed Tommy on a small chair near the toilet.

“Okay young man, I need your help right now, think you can do it?”

Tommy opened his eyes wide, nodding while glancing at you then back at Wanda.

“Okay, I’m gonna bring some flashlights and you and your mom are going to take a bath.” You explained to him standing up while turning on the light on your mobile. Wanda had been silent up until then, she had been following your every move, hearing every single word you spoke to her and Tommy, and something inside her stirred grateful by your actions.

You glanced around the place helped with your mobile trying to locate the cabinet in which you might be able to locate some medication. Your eyes narrowed when the only thing you spot were gauzes, bandages, alcohol, and things that might help someone after a fall. Not in a situation like the one they were in at the moment. You turned to Wanda, but the young woman was making her best effort to look away from you.

“I’m going to get the bathtub ready, and you and Tommy can take a bath, so the both of you stop stinking.” You made a face winking at Tommy who giggled placing a hand on his mouth.

“I’m not…” Wanda started but soon trailed off when she heard Tommy’s giggle.

“You are.” You replied walking past her towards the tub. “And Tommy is too, right?”

Tommy hesitated before nodding, “I stink. I felt bad in my tummy and throw up.”

You made a face making sure the war was the right temperature, “that and you have a fever, Tommy. I will need some basic medication for you, but the water will help with the temperature, okay?”

“But, with his fever…” Wanda started, you stood up shaking your head.

“It will make him feel better, believe me.” You offered a kind smile and Tommy was already feeling ready to take the bath. “Let me go for the torches, and then I will bring some medication I have at home that may help with his symptoms.”

Wanda stood there nodding numbly, you hesitated for a moment before grabbing her hand, the tender touch jerked her awake and her eyes found yours in the dark.

“It’s gonna be okay, Wanda, trust me.” You whispered, and the young woman felt her stomach tingle at the closeness, her heart shivering at your words.

“I do.”

You nodded curtly running down the stairs and grabbing two torches from your jacket and that of America, your sister watched you with curiosity, but you paid her no mind and went back to the second floor. Fixing the flashlights on two strategic points in the bathroom, it took but a moment, but soon your eyes found the naked back of the boy and your whole body tensed, while your jaw clenched closed again, this time around the anger bubbling in your chest was like a time bomb ready to explode.

On his back, there were multiple scars, some of them looked fresh, some others were old enough to know he had been hurt several times in the past. Then, as soon as you saw this, your eyes drifted away to the young woman whose hands were tenderly taking the clothes off and helping Tommy into the bathtub. The way she moved, the way she worried about her children…

“It’s cold, mommy.” Tommy whimpered fighting a little, Wanda cooed the little boy trying to calm him down.

“I know baby, but really is not that cold, is just…it feels like that because you’re not feeling well.”

“I’m going to leave this here and you two can take as long as you want.” You commented furrowing your brows, your mind already working on trying to get the truth about Wanda from Natasha. “I will leave my phone here, if you want to put on Disney or Netflix for him.”

Wanda turned to you, her face breaking into one relief and grateful expression.

“Thank you.”

“No need to thank me, Princess.” You winked at her, placing a hand on your eyes. “Tommy you are in charge of the phone and the movie, make sure your mom doesn’t put a boring movie.”

“Yeah.”

Wanda chuckled leaving Tommy for a moment to grab your mobile, her eyes soon found yours and her cheeks burn a little at the sudden warmness she felt near you. She grabbed the phone and you and her turned around at the same time, you closed the door behind you, confusion filling up your mind.

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“How is Tommy?” America asked as soon as you entered the kitchen, you glanced around the place before spotting the door leading to the basement, in your arms you were carrying the bed sheets and the pyjama.

“He is burning in fever, Wanda is bathing him, and probably will take a shower afterwards.” You turned to America pointing to the basement door. “I need wash this, but right now that room is a mess, can you help me cleaning it up and putting some fresh sheets on the bed?”

“Can I help?” Billy asked in a small voice rubbing his eyes, you offered him a small smile nodding.

“That would be fantastic, Billy, Tommy needs clean sheets to feel better, and your room smells yucky so let’s make sure he comes back to a clean room, okay?”

Billy perked up at this, he nodded eagerly smiling a little, “yeah, I help, come America.”

He grabbed your sister’s hand dragging her back to the stairs, you shook your head opening the basement door going downstairs to put everything in the washing machine.

By the time dawn came, the rain had stopped and Billy, Tommy and America were fast asleep in the twins room.

The lights had not come out yet, and you had a feeling it would take some time for the electricity to be restored again. The living room was early quiet, and Wanda was sitting on the sofa with a warm mug of hot chocolate in her hands. She had bags under her eyes, her hair was still wet but her clothes had changed into another part of sweatpants and an old college t-shirt.

Tommy’s fever had receded, and he was no longer suffering from headaches or tummy pain, he had even drunk some tea and eaten some crackers before falling asleep on his bed. Billy had been right on his bed with America playing some movies on your phone.

Wanda had been fussing around the three of them, she was busing herself stopping any intrusive thoughts that were threatening to invade her mind. She was confused enough, tired enough, scared enough to allow another set of concerns filled her life at the moment.

You sat down on the sofa, the young woman tensed but her eyes never drifted from the photo album still open at the coffee table. You glanced at the pictures, having taken a pick early into the night before settling your eyes on Wanda.

“What a night, eh?” Your voice broke the silence in the room, it didn’t carry the usual bite and teasing tone you had come to use with Wanda, instead it was filled with tiredness and curiosity.

“Yeah, I never stopped enough to thank you for the help.” She finally said tilting her head to glance at you. “I never thought your sister…well, that you and America…”

“Oh, yeah, I know.” You chuckled wriggling your eyebrows. “I bet it was quite the shock for you to discover we were sisters, eh?”

Wanda allowed herself a tiny smile, “what surprised me is that she is such a charming young woman, responsible, and quite smart. And you don’t seem to fit in that description.”

You laughed throwing your head back, while allowing the comment wash over you. Wanda observed your reaction with some surprised, but her lips curled into a please smile, soon she was also laughing shaking her head at the absurdity of her situation. Here she was, sitting on her living room with a woman she though annoying and a bitch, only to find a comfort she never thought possible.

“Nah, she is good sister, I’m the bad one.” You finally replied never losing your smile, Wanda pressed her lips together looking away for a moment.

“I don’t think you are the bad one.” You raised an eyebrow, your eyes shinning with wonderment. “You are a bitch, but you’re not bad.”

“Fair enough, Princess.” Once more Wanda rolled her eyes at the nickname, at some point she had thought it annoying and quite invasive, a way for you to railed her up. But now all she could think of was how much she liked the sound of it coming from you.

The silence that followed was filled with questions unasked, Wanda was not the woman you thought she was. She was alone in the city, raising two boys all by herself while working to educate the newest generation in a school that could provide her with great opportunities. Natasha had advocated for her, she had even given her the house in which she and Yelena had grown, offering her a spot in a school that didn’t take just anyone in.

What was her story?

What was hidden behind those emerald eyes that sometimes reflect sadness and loneliness?

You stirred awake turning around while knitting your brows together, you could not ask these questions. You shouldn’t be wondering anything about the woman sitting in front of you. Your heart should not beat so fast, and your abdomen shouldn’t host fluttering butterflies creating a void you were familiar with.

Bouncing your feet on the ground, you stood up walking around the living room. Wanda followed you with her eyes, her own mind playing games with her and what had happened that night. She kept telling her that she was grateful for your intervention, that whatever she was experimenting at the moment was the result of America and you coming in to help her in a situation she felt was slipping from her grasp. It had been so long since Wanda forged any kind of friendship that was not determined by Jarvis or her father, she was finally free to be herself and reached out to people by allowing herself to make new bounds.

That was the reason why Wanda felt confused by you at the moment, it wasn’t because you made her heart skip  beat, or because you made her feel vulnerable. It wasn’t either because she felt her cheeks burn with embarrassment and coyness, or because her stomach had come to tingle whenever the both of you engaged in a bickering contest.

It was because she was learning how to make new friends.

That was all.

Wanda drown the voice inside her head, that traitorous voice that told her Y/N was the only one making her feel that way. Her other friends, the new ones, had never shake her world the way you had done so from day one.

“You should probably get some sleep.” Your voice broke Wanda’s trail of thoughts, she jerked around blushing profusely when she realized you were standing right beside her.

“I’m sorry, what?” She asked, and you snorted tilting your head.

“You should probably go to sleep, Princess.” You glanced at the watch on your wrist. “It’s three in the morning, I could keep watch for you, and I can wake you up as soon as the doctor is here.”

Wanda furrowed her brows at you, “doctor?”

“Well, I figured we need an expert to watch over Tommy, so I asked in a favour.” You replied shrugging, “hope you don’t mind.”

Once more, Wanda felt warmth all over, her heart melting at the gesture.

“No, I…thank you.” She took the last sip from her chocolate before yawning, her eyes drifted to the stairs then towards you. “If you don’t mind…I prefer to stay here…can we talk or something?”

You hesitated for a moment; it was quite evident Wanda was tired but she was stubborn enough to keep herself going if necessary. With a sigh, you nodded curtly sitting down on your previous spot of on the sofa.

“So, what do you wanna talk about?” You finally asked after the silence became too much, Wanda shrugged with her eyes falling upon the pictures.

It was still too soon, and you…The young woman turned towards you, she didn’t want to scare you off with her torrid story. She didn’t want you to know about her past, not yet, not like this; so straightened herself up she asked the safest question she could think off.

“Tell me how come you end up with such an amazing sister as America?”

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The constant buzzing of conversation sneaked into her senses; she knew she had to wake up. An internal alarm was telling her she was needed, but her body and the recent activities had left her drained of energy necessary to open up her eyes.

Besides, she was warmth, and comfortable in the place she was in.

For brief moment she gave herself to the feeling, and her mind was slowly but surely losing the battle with her wakeful state until her ears caught the sound of a familiar voice.

“Thank you for coming, Strange, I know that this is not your specialty but…” You stated offering a tired smile to the man standing before you.

“Nonsense, I will be more than happy to help you out and that’s why I brought my wife.” Strange stepped aside and soon Christine came in rolling her eyes, on her hand the small duffel bag she used to carry with her everywhere.

“Hey, Y/N.” You dropped your shoulders walking towards her and wrapping your arms around her.

“Christine.” The older woman shot Strange a quick glance before wrapping her arms around you returning the hug.

“Miss me much?” She asked teasingly, you nodded looking away sheepishly.

“Like you wouldn’t imagine.”

“That’s why you haven’t called as of late?” The question came like a reproach but without any bite. You winced placing a nervous hand on the back of your head.

“I’ve been busy.”

“So I was told.” Christine waved her hand closing the door behind her, her eyes drifted around the place with curiosity before settling on you. “Where is the patient?”

“He is upstairs with America and his brother…”

“I am guessing you are the mother.” Doctor Stephen Strange stepped closer to the redhead now sitting on the sofa, her cheeks wearing pillow marks and her hair completely dishevelled.

“I…I am…Hi, sorry I just…” Wanda stood up feeling a little foolish and out of place, Stephen smiled kindly at her stretching his hand.

“No, please, we heard it was a rough night.”

“Yeah, it…it was I just…” Wanda stuttered kicking herself for being such an idiot, she dropped her shoulders wincing lightly. “I guess I need coffee, can I offer you something to drink?”

Christine chuckled waving her hand, “don’t worry, dear, I think coffee sounds perfect…”

“Good then, you and Wanda can go upstairs and Stephen and I will make the coffee and something to eat for everyone, would you like that?” You turned to Wanda who was still far too sleepy, and far too lost to said anything at all, you had taken charge of everything so it seemed and a part of Wanda was thankful for that.

“Yes, that…that sounds good…”

“Okay then, if you lead the way.” Christine took on a professional stance, her tone of voice and ever her glance changed, and as soon as they started making their way upstairs she started asking questions about the twins to Wanda.

“She was happy you called.” Strange stated, sitting down on a chair in the kitchen, you hummed moving around the unknown kitchen trying to locate the coffee maker, and some instant coffee.

“I was happy you guys could make it.” You replied never once looking back at your dad’s best friend.

“So, is she your new girl?”

You almost drop the mug in your hand, your eyes opening wide at the sudden declaration and Stephen merely smirked at your reaction.

“NO!” He winced, and she rolled your eyes trying to get a hold of your voice. “No, no we are neighbours, America babysits for her from time to time.”

“America has a job?” Stephen scrunched up his nose, you chuckled shrugging.

“Yeah, she took it after declaring she felt bored out of her mind and this would teach her some responsibility.” You pursed your lips. “She is right, you know? And, well…Wanda seems to need all the help she can get.”

“I see.” Stephen stood up walking towards the fridge and putting some bacon and milk, going around the place to help you out. “And you…and her…”

“Neighbours.” She stated curtly.

“Right, because you are dating Danvers, right?”

Now he was sounding like a confused parent that was no longer up to date with his child’s demeanours. You sighed rolling your eyes, knowing the questions came for the genuine interested of the man, and not because he wanted to be noisy or intrusive. He was like an uncle to you, and after your parents had died all those who had been part of your parents circle had taken it upon themselves to watch over you and America.

“I’m fucking Carol, there is a difference.” You replied slightly defensively, Stephen made a face shaking his head.

“You are dating her, America told us you invited her over for dinner and that she met her formally this week.” Stephen shot you a triumphant smile, and you could only roll your eyes at that.

Of course, America would mention this to everyone who wanted to hear her.

 “I’m not dating Carol, but I did invite her to dinner and introduce her to America.”

“You know it’s okay to move on, right?” Stephen inquired again, pressing the topic you had tried to evade for as long as your stubbornness allowed it.

You stopped what you were doing, Stephen continued cutting the bacon and serving the eggs and the coffee alongside a cup of warm tea and some crackers. He waited for your answer, hearing the noises of muffled conversation coming from the second floor.

“I’ve been going out with her, and she seems nice, and quite found of me, and the sex it’s incredible and…”

“But you don’t feel anything?”

You sat down shaking your head, “I like her, and of course I feel affection for her, but…”

Stephen nodded in understanding placing the cup of coffee in front of you, he sat by your side taking the tea in his hands.

“I understand.” He blew on the mug before speaking again. “Why do you continue with the relationship, though?”

“I was hoping I would feel something, but I know it’s not fair to her…to me.” You snorted taking a long sip from the black beverage. “I guess that’s why I have been running from you.”

“Ah, the wisdom of the older generation.” Stephen winked at you leaning in. “It’s okay to feel confused, and to want something, Y/N. What it is not correct is to play with someone that may be interested in you.”

“I know.”

Stepehen made a face satisfied with the ending of the conversation, then his eyes drifted to the newcomers that were talking animatedly about some movie. America’s eyes lit up and she soon run towards Stephen hugging him tightly.

“Uncle Strange!”

“Hey, kiddo!” Billy stood unsure at the entrance of the kitchen, he glanced first at America then a Strange and finally at you.

You tilted your head patting the chair beside you.

“Want something to eat, Billy?” He nodded approaching the chair, helped by you he fixed his body to move closer to the counter.

“So, young man, America tells me you are one of the men of the house, is that correct?” Stephen asked serving him a cup of orange juice, Billy opened his eyes big nodding tentatively.

“Perfect, tell me, do you like eggs with bacon or toast with jam?”

Billy pursed his lips thinking hard before talking, “toast with jam.”

“Good selection, my good sir, let’s eat then.”

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Saturday night came faster than you thought possible.

Christine and Stephen had spent most of the day with you and America, and most of the morning with Wanda and the twins. You had left your neighbours house with a heavy heart, thought secure in the knowledge Tommy would be just fine and that Wanda and Billy would be okay.

The afternoon had been quite the familiar time, in which America had enjoyed the company of the couple while talking about school and her aspirations for the future. The topic of Carol was not brought again into conversation, but you knew that Christine was thinking the same as Stephen and that most of that conversation had been thanks to America’s own concern.

You took a quick shower before getting inside your bed, your phone had been forgotten most of the day and by the time you finally got to see it the first message that appeared in there was that of Carol.

“Hey, just wondering if you are okay, hope you have an amazing day, Y/N. thinking of you.”

You turned to the side, your mind playing around what had happened in the last day and a half. The twins, Wanda, the conversations and the things that were left unsaid. You knew deep inside your heart you needed to talk to Carol, with a trembling hand you went to write to her but, at the last minute your finger drifted to another chat. A new one.

“Hey, Princess, how are the twins?”

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[kaymarie-bell]

I just came up with the saddest theory. What if the reason for Silver's sleepiness is because Lillia doesn't love him enough? I mean the reason he's sleepy is because of the residual magic the guardian fairy casted on him right? Where he'll sleep and only wake up by parental love. Lillia found and raised him but he still has the problem of the sleepiness. So doesn't that mean Lillia doesn't love him enough? And it's heartbreaking. Because Lillia cried when Malleus was born and he considered it his happiest moment. And he seemed nonchalant when he told Silver they're not really related in a flashback.

And I think I just wanna torture myself and others emotionally by writing this.

LISTEN I'VE BEEN THINKING ABOUT THE IMPLICATIONS OF SILVER'S SLEEPINESS CONSTANTLY! You have given me a chance to talk about the DiaFam and I WILL GLADLY DO SO!!! Let me torture you right back.

But before I get into it, just to be safe: DIASOMNIA BOOK SPOILERS AHEAD

Since I refuse to believe that Lilia simply doesn't love him enough, I'd rather go with the "Silver is the one who thinks being an adopted child means that he doesn't truly deserve his father's love" route.

1. Because that's still such a good angst and 2. Because the game itself tells us that's what he thinks and that *Sebek voice* HE'S WRONG! LILIA DOES LOVE HIM!!!

I do think the trigger for his pseudo-curse coming back was his realization that he's adopted. I might be remembering wrong since I usually binge the entire update as soon as it comes out and it's been months, but in Lilia's memories of raising Silver there's no mention of Silver falling sleep randomly any time before he finds out he's adopted.

And I feel like Lilia telling Silver he's adopted so casually was him just thinking "I'm obviously a fae and he's clearly a human, he should be aware of it already," plus Lilia does accept that he might have kept quiet about it because he subconsciously knew that Silver would be sad about it.

Now, Lilia's thoughts do tells us that his choice to adopt Silver in the first place was due to him wanting to set an example for Malleus. He chose to take this baby in despite knowing who his parents were, because if he wanted Malleus to grow up kind and keep the peace with humans, he should be the one to lead the way.

He still questions his relationship with baby Silver when he calls him "dad" for the first time, and the first one to point out how much he truly cares about Silver is Malleus himself when he tells him that "[Lilia] would be very sad if the baby got sick." Malleus overcame his hatred for humans because Lilia cares about one.

But the point where I feel it finally clicked for Lilia that he truly loves Silver is the acorn bracelet scene. Before this point he still felt the divide between fae and human, but then he is shocked to find out that Silver wants him to live a long happy life with him despite Silver being a human. This is the result of Lilia willingly choosing to try and love a human: the human -his son- loves him back.

And you wanna know what makes me insane? the immediate scene after this is Silver finding out he's adopted. The moment Lilia fully loves Silver is around the time Silver questions his worthiness for the first time. Also, isn't this the moment when Silver stops calling him "papa" and starts calling him "Father"?

So in conclusion: Lilia's love for Silver did not come immediately like it did with Malleus, but rather, he willingly chose to love him. The one who struggled to accept it was Silver himself.

How could he (the son of Lilia's enemies) ever compare to Malleus (the son of the people he loved, the one he shed blood sweat and tears for during hundreds of years just to be able to see him) in Lilia's eyes? And yet, what finally broke the little self-control Malleus had left was Silver's tears...

Edit: I got so caught up in the love they feel for each other that I forgot to clarify: Silver DOES accept Lilia's love as of the recent updates. This is all me rambling about their relationship, we still do not have a clear answer about the reason behind Silver's sleepiness 💔

tbh since the DIasomnia characters seem to be closer to the Maleficent version (not the animated Sleeping Beauty) the fairies probably fucked up the initial spell for Silver

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Long Distance Calling

Summary: This is the roughest deployment Bob’s ever been on. Words: 422 Warnings: Deployment, long distance, parenting Credits: @ryebecca for indulging me, for encouraging me, and for prereading. A/N:  I was looking at this photo set and I got the tribbles. And of course, my twin encouraged it wholeheartedly. So these 400ish words of fluff were born and I'm melting everyone.

Deployments had always been tough. But ever since his marriage, they had been twice as hard. And once Trevor arrived, his tiny fingers and little toes swaddled in that blue blanket, Bob was counting down the days until he could leave the Navy. The distance drained the little energy he had left during this deployment, thousands of miles away from his family.

Time zones made the distance even more difficult with Trevor going to sleep right around the time that Bob was supposed to be going out for the day. The only thing to ease the sting of the loneliness was the phone call time he set up to read his son a bedtime story. 

The halfway point of the deployment, usually a joyous day, filled Bob with a deep longing for home, for his wife, his son. With a heavy sigh, he dialed the number he knew heart and listened while it rang.

“Hello?”

“Hey, baby,” he greeted quietly.

“What’s wrong, Bobby?”

“I just miss you guys is all.”

“Well it’s officially halfway today!”

“I know. But it isn’t helping.”

“Well, maybe this will. Trevor say hi to daddy!”

Bob could hear the babbling baby in the background, the six month old’s excitement making the stone in his stomach settle just a little further. “Hi baby boy. I miss you. Are you ready for your story?”

Trevor squealed as his father started to read ‘Goodnight Moon’ from memory, reaching for the voice on the phone. 

“Goodnight light and the red balloon,” Bob recited.

“Dada.”

Bob’s eyes went wide and he heard a gasp through the receiver. “Did he just -”

“Dada.”

“Bobby, he said his first words!”

“He’s ever said that before? He’s never said anything?”

“No, nothing. It’s like he was waiting for you to call.”

Bob smiled, blinking the tears away before they could fall. “Daddy misses you so much, Trevor.”

“Dada!”

Bob squeezed his eyes shut and swallowed hard as his son continued to babble away excitedly. His heart thudded in his chest as he listened to the sweet sounds from home. The beep of his watch signaled the end of the time he had for the evening.

“I have to go, baby,” he sighed.

“I know,” she replied sadly, “I miss you baby.”

“I miss you, too. I’ll talk to you tomorrow. I love you.”

“Dada dada dada.” 

“I love you too, buddy,” Bob chuckled.

“Halfway down,” his wife said.

“Half to go,” he replied, as was their custom. “Call you tomorrow.”

“Love you, Bobby.”

“Love you, too.”

[ele-sme]

I love you but fuck no

Au where Spider is brainwashed by the RDA, so during the final battle when Spider gets reunited with the others he doesn't go with them, although he doesn't let Neteyam die.

"Father don't!" Spider yells at Quaritch coming to him, he his dressed in RDA clothes and have a rifle tied to him.

Quaritch have Neteyam under his knife, the whole family there. At hearing Spider voice he hesitate for a second.

"Son, go away it's dangerous for you" Quaritch yells at Spider.

"Son? Father? Wtf bro kill that bastard" Lo'ak yells

"Father, please let's leave, don't leave me alone again" Spider begs Quaritch, he is sobbing and his voice craks at his last words.

"Spider?" Tuk say, almost not recognizing the human boy since he had now shorter hair and no blue paint in his body.

He didn't look at her, he just lower his head at the sound of Tuk voice.

"Dad i beg you" Spider said again "leave Neteyam alone, let's go away"

Quaritch seamed to think about that for a few seconds.

"Fuck it" he said and let go of Neteyam, who quickly got returned with his family.

"Spider!" Kiri yells and try to get Spider but Neytiri stops her.

Spider looks back at the confused and scared family.

He could see his once friends scared.

Kiri seemed to the point of run to him with her mother attached to her.

Lo'ak was confused.

Neteyam looked sad.

And,Tuk, oh little Tuk was crying, he couldn't bring himself to look at her for too long.

Great i made Tuk cry!

"I always tolded you! He is a demon" neytiri shouts bringing Spider back to reality.

Now his attention all on her and her mate, Neytiri looked at him with smug, now she was right and everyone could see it.

No,no,no that isn't right. She wasn't right, i deserved better.

"You called me demon for all my life!" Spider yells at her "I always been a good kid, and you always hated me for something i could control, you called me a demon for all my life, if I'm one, then let me act like it!"

Jake ears fall back to that answer, his face was full of guilty, Spider couldn't see that well enough since Quaritch picked him and with cupcake got away.

All of this happened in maybe three minutes but it was burned down on all of the family brains.

When they got back the first thing was that Tonowari kicked them out.

"You have one week Jakesulli then you need to go" he said and obviously Jake couldn't do anything if not accepting.

As soon that all kids were in bed, Jake and Neytiri got on the beach, looking at the beautiful dark sky.

"I always told you" Neytiri begins "he was a demon at this was only a matter of time"

" 'Tiri no" he stops her, couldn't listen to her anymore.

"He was always a good kid, remember? He wasn't like this, they brainwashed him."

"They just reviled what was he hiding" She was trying to continue with her words full of hate.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Jake eyes were now on her " he was the most good kid i ever met in my life, he prepared food for us for the first six months after Tuk was born, he always spented time with our kids!"

"They were the ones to spent time with him-" she tried to speak but Jake wasn't letting her have it

"Neytiri let's be honest, no one in the clan wanted to spent time with our kids! All the kids were convinced our kids were freaks! Spider, that kid, was always there when they needed him." Jake responds harshly to Neytiri

She was silent. Only the waves could be hear, but Jake wasn't willing to stop.

"You can really see only that? Only the skin? I was human too, how can you look at me? Don't i disgust you?"

"Obviously i don't think of you this way, i love you, i see you"

"You can? Can you really see me? Because I'm thinking that you can only see this blue body"

"Jake-"

"Neytiri can you please do a thing for me? Stay here and think of all the good memories you can find of Spider, I'm inside" and with that Jake entered the Marui leaving Neytiri alone on the beach.

It took all night, all night for Jake to see Neytiri again.

It was early morning and the kids were now awake.

Neytiri enters the Marui and had tears on her cheeks, her looks made Jake shiver.

Did she?

After a quick hug from Tuk, she toke her arms up for Jake.

He quickly embrace her, she was sobbing on him, all of their kids watching one of the most vulnerable moments of their mother life.

"What have we done? What have i done?"

This is maybe an hard read and I'm sorry if you finded it difficult, I'm actully trying to start writing using the present so maybe for some time i might write difficult stories to read, I'm so sorry.

[mechalily]

fir branches, tied with red cord.

hello everyone! this writing is a secret santa present for precious @lovely-rubeum, who's works are a must-read for Thoma fans.

(🍂) tags: fluff (flashbacks), angst (currently), small age gap (2 years), fem!reader.

(⭐) spoiler tags: abandoment.

„ ♪ Last Christmas I gave you my heart, but you gave it away the very next day..“ New Year songs could've been heard everywhere. Layers of snowy crystals covered roofs and columns, fences and street lamps, making the light fuzzy. It's been six months since you left your homeland and went to university in another city. Yes, unlike your quiet little town with no kind of gaities and very few inhabitants who all knew each other, the city had much more to offer: wild parties every night, tons of cafes and restaurants, huge 20-floor shopping centers and different varieties of professional paths to follow. But your heart belonged to the calm peace of the town, soft sunbeams in the mornings, endless pinkish sky with plum-colored fluffy clouds — such dear memories were engraved in your soul. And, of course, your constant source of warmth whenever loneliness of an outsider hit you too hard was your childhood friendship with Thoma.

Thoma, who's hair reminded you of straws, who's green eyes shined brightly, who's genuine smile painted your cheeks with a prominent blush. Although you never communicated since he moved, reminiscence of your innocent tender bonds was still precious to you. 

"Does he even remember me?" you wondered at times, looking up at the sky, gazing upon stars, so close yet so far, just like Thoma himself.

You were 7, he was 9. He was a "big boy" with responsibilities much bigger than yours. His family wasn't very financially stable: the father went missing two years ago, the mother worked two jobs so she appeared at home just to sleep and to cook something for her son, who also worked hard everyday, mowing lawns and walking dogs in order to get some money.

Your family was totally opposite. Huge inheritance allowed your parents to live as they pleased, going on trips every year and spoiling their beloved daughter — you — with tons of clothes, toys and sweets. At times, when you acted capriciously, your mom scoldingly reminded you of poor Thoma.

"Honey, you shouldn't take everything for granted. You are living a very comfortable life, unlike some people who weren't born that lucky. Think of the neighbor’s boy! Only two years older yet already working. Behave and take an example"

You sobbed yet didn't start crying in rage like you always did. After all, mom was right. Sometimes, on snowy winter evenings, you could see Thoma from your balcony. He cleared snow with a shovel twice his size. You never saw him playing with other kids or doing silly things natural for his age. Actually, he didn't have friends at all due to being constantly busy.

Christmas arrived, and your parents showered you with gifts on this occasion. Wearing new boots, cute hat and a coat, you went out into the yard to build a snowman. You saw a glimpse similar to a dark spot on a pure white snow. It turned out to be Thoma, dressed in some rags — the boy carried heavy packages, which was visibly difficult for him. 

"Lemme help ya," you volunteered out of nowhere, grabbing a package's strap. 

"You sure? It's heavy..." he hesitantly mumbled.

"I'm billion percent sure. Let's be friends!" you blurted out, steam curling out of your mouth. 

Thoma froze in place. It was the first time ever anyone suggested to befriend him. You two were breathing heavily, dragging bundle along the street in quietness. You started feeling worried due to him keeping silent, but suddenly cheery voice interrupted the hush:

"Sure, let's be friends! What's your name?" Thoma smiled widely, exposing teeth. 

You introduced yourself, and that was the day your life has entirely changed.

You were 11, he was 13. Even after enrolling into middle school and making friends with his peers Thoma still valued you the most. He picked you up after classes, treated to home-made meals, played games with you and helped when it came to studying. School wasn't easy for him. Working part-time and taking care of his mother in a hangover took all of his free time. Thoma expected you to dump him: after all, he was unable to go to cafes and amusement parks, buy you gifts and share candies. He couldn't endure your saddened face and pouty cheeks without heart ache whenever he told you he wouldn't have time to go play with you.

But what Thoma did not expect was you acting on the contrary. 

"Oh, you are such a good boy!" your mother giggled, patting his head. You invited him to a sleepover in your house every week, and he finally gained an opportunity to shower in warm water, eat a proper dinner and not some semi-finished products thrown in one plate, sleep for full 8 hours..Your parents were incredibly kind and caring, considerate yet never intrusive. Here, in your place, Thoma felt loved, loved unconditionally. You two enjoyed your cocoa with marshmallow, cooked slightly crooked gingerbread and decorated the Christmas Tree all together. 

“Who do you think you will be in the future, Thoma?” you asked one evening, when two of you were busy with baking a pie. 

“Uh, wait, wait a second! One last thing… Here,” he spread out dough strips, “closing” the pie. “Who will I be in the future, you said? Ha-ha, to be honest.. I don’t really know. I hope I’ll work with kids or manage domestic stuff, cuz I enjoy doing it,” he chuckled, fixing his apron. “Hey, you are all in flour! Give me a second, I’ll wipe it off,” the boy reached out to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear and swiped the flour away. His touch sent shivers down your spine, as if you got hit with electricity. 

“And who do you think you’ll be?” Thoma questioned.

“Hm… I want to become a teacher one day. Or a doctor,” «or your significant other», you added mentally. 

“You are so hard-working, I’m sure you’ll succeed!” he smiled encouragely and patted you on the shoulder. 

You were 14, he was 16. From shy and ordinary guy Thoma became popular, quick-witted and got admired for his nice sunny personality. You, on the other hand, had grown up reserved and quiet. That, whatsoever, didn’t break your friendship. 

“Hey, pumpkin, forgetting your lunch box becomes a habit!” 

Of course you recognized this upbeat voice. Who else would’ve called you a pumpkin? 

When you turned your gaze up to your desk, there was a cute box in sight and widely smiling blond. 

“Aww, come on, Thoma, you didn’t have to!” you sighed dramatically, although internally you were screaming, feeling flattered from such solicitude. 

“I have to, because I care about your health, silly,” he gently ruffled your hair, avoiding ruining your hairstyle. “Let’s have a meal before lunch break ends, okay? I’ll stay here with you, no worries, we won’t go to the cafeteria,” he added immediately after noticing barely evident hints of your anxiety.

“...thanks, Thoma. Let’s see what you’ve prepared for me,” with that, you opened the box.. and your heart started pulsing like you have run a marathon.

Absolutely adorable salad with different vegetables, cut in some cute shapes. The dedication and efforts, invested in this dish, were obvious. You nearly teared up. No one has ever did something like that for you. 

“H-hey, is everything alright? You’ve turned pale…” Thoma asked in concerned tone.

“No, no, not at all! It’s just so sweet of you.. Thank you so much. I can’t make myself eat such masterpiece..”

“Hold on, kid! You need to eat, otherwise I might spoon feed you,” once in a while Thoma acted mischievously, and you couldn’t predict this behavior. He was never mean, of course, but teasing certainly had a place in moments like this. 

“And how about feeding me from mouth to mouth, huh?” you teased him back with a sly grin.

Thoma reddened: the color of his face was similar to the color of his jacket.

“Ah-ha-ha… You are quite naughty, aren’t you?” you could feel the heat emanating from his body. 

“And what if so?” you cheekily raised your eyebrow.

“I assume a kiss will be able to erase this smirk from your face,” the boy tried to get his composure back, but failed miserably, stumbling his words and awkwardly fidgeting.

“Try it, so we could discuss the truthfulness of your statement”

“Um… maybe next time, ha-ha…”

To Thoma’s luck, the bell rang, so he ran out of the classroom, leaving you alone and flustered.

“Don’t forget to eat, pumpkin!”

Since that day you two have never brought up this accident, even though having lunch with Thoma became a daily routine. 

You were 16, he was 18. He was embracing you tightly, despite the uncomfortable proximity under the boiling sun. 

“I’ll miss you, pumpkin,” he mumbled, and you could tell he was being honest — every wrinkle, every muscle of his face depicted the dreary sorrow of parting. Even though his 12 years old Nokia phone still worked, you heavily doubted it would function properly. Yet you still hoped for the best.

“Thoma, dear.. Please, call or text me as soon as possible. It’s dull without you,” tears flowed on their own, and you couldn’t help it.

Suddenly you sensed some soft sensation against your skin. There was no need to look up to understand what was it. You closed your eyes and indulged in bubbly pleasure.

Thoma was your first best friend.

Thoma was your first Valentine, though you both considered it to be a friendly one.

Thoma was the first person apart of your family to cook for you.

Everything important in your life was about him.

And now, he granted you your first kiss.

“I love you,” his green eyes watered just like yours. “When I graduate, I’ll come back for you. Do you agree?”, you grabbed his calloused hands and squeezed them.

“Yes. Yes, of course”

Two years have passed since then. There were no news from Thoma nor texts or calls. He simply disappeared from the world. Both of his parents rested in peace, and they didn’t have any relatives, so wondering about his fate was all you’ve got to do. Your messages never got delivered. 

“Sorry, the number you dialed does not exist,” you heard this voice line so many times it annoyed you to no end. You cried out of frustration, you felt numbness and anger, and finally, you accepted the entire situation. 

Maybe he dumped you.

Maybe something happened to him.

You won’t know until his studying finishes. 

Graduating from high school, passing exams, enrolling into university — you went through everything all by yourself with support from your parents.

Sipping coffee and sinking in your unhappy thoughts, you didn’t pay attention to any of the cafe visitors — after all, it was way too far from yor home, there was no chance to meet your countryman.

With the bell tickle, which announced the emergence of new client, loud fast speech could have been heard:

“Yoimiya, I’m so sorry! I left my place on time, it’s just that traffic accident with a mongrel dog occured, I had to take poor animal to the vet-”

This voice.

You stared upon the guest in disbelief. 

Blond hair. Red coat. Black bandana which looked like horns. Pitiful smile. Green eyes.

“Oh, dear God, Thoma! Is everything okay? Is the doggie alright?! Ugh, how could this be?..” fair-headed young lady came out of the stall and jumped forward the man.

“Wait,” he shook his head as if he was trying to get rid of weird delusions. But that was not a delusion. 

“Is this…” his voice lowered to husky whisper, eyes widened in shock.

“...Thoma?” you stood up on shaking legs.

[fsfghgee]

I think that in an AU maybe their father/Grandmaster was actually harsh on Bi-Han because he's the first born and the moment Kuai Liang came he only shows care to him. When Tomas is now part of it, he became another favorite.

Bi-Han would have felt horrible and angry at his father for such emotional switch up.

Maybe later Tomas tries to comfort his older brother and seek friendship. Emotional things bad or good can happen and both had the sex.

For Bi han it was a relief and freedom, for Tomas it was everything. Then quick bi han harshly rejects Tomas and leaves, leaving Tomas with a broken heart!

Bi Han being too angry again when someone tries to flirt with Tomas.

Bi Han needs help at this point!

HOT SPRING

Bi-Han x Tomas

- You will make the Lin Kuei stronger than ever. I have faith in you.

After another day of hard training under his father's command, Bi-Han leaned on the memories of his dear mother combing his hair, whispering words of comfort, strengthening their resolve...

- What if I don't make it, mother? A-And if they…

- No one is better than a Lin Kuei. - His mother's sweet voice intoned, but Bi-Han knew well that she wasn't angry.

He relaxes even more when he feels the pressure of his mother's soft lips on the back of his head, closing his eyes to enjoy the affection. There was no better place in the world to go back to his old self than protected, wrapped and caressed by the matriarch's arms.

- You will bring glory to our clan and make them proud to have you as their leader, in the same way I am proud to have you as my son.

- Mother…

No. He couldn't fall apart...

He would not fail the Lin Kuei...

He wouldn't let her down now...

She had taught him to be strong and withstand all the trials imposed by his father. All the hours of studying, all the hard training…

Missions that challenged the limits of his body and mind, all to make him, the heir to the clan, a perfect Grandmaster.

- You remain unworthy.

“I will show you.”

________

- I love winter!

- Shouldn't you wear warmer clothes? - Looking Tomas up and down, he was worried about the youngest wearing the summer uniform as if the extreme low temperature and snow that surrounded them didn't affect him at all. - How can you not feel cold when you are just a…

Swallowing the words before they all came out, Kuai Liang looked away. He didn't want to offend his younger brother or put him down like Bi-Han often did.

- You forget that I grew up hunting in temperatures even colder than this, Kuai Liang. - With his back to his brother from another mother, he leaned down just to make a snowball. - The cold has never affected me negatively. On the contrary, just fuels my combat 'till these days.

- Oh, no... - Kuai Liang was indignant when he was caught off guard by Tomas' quick movement, wiping the remaining snow from his hair and face. - You won't get away with this!

Tomas laughed as he ran away from the other, stopping a few times to quickly create other snowballs and counterattack.

- There's no point in hiding! - The pryomancer went deeper into the forest, looking for the typhomancer who had run inside first. Tomas hadn't specialized in Typhomancy for nothing, since his first trainings he had left masters impressed with his natural talent for stealth. - I'll find you...

- Tomas.

- Too slow. - He laughed, imagining how angry the pryomancer would be at being hit with yet another snowball, but his smile soon faded when he saw who he had hit. - Bi-Han? -The growl and deadly glare directed at him caused a shiver of fear to run through his insides. - S-Sorry. I'm so sorry! I thought you were...

- Still wasting my brother's time with your stupid jokes?! - Before he could get any closer, Bi-Han pushed him away with a gust of icy wind. - Let him know that father wants to see him. I'll be back in a few days.

- W-Where are you going?

- Do what some of us were born to do. Something you will never be able to understand. - He stated snobbishly, looking him up and down. - Hunting dog.

________

  “Bi-Han!”

“Help me, son!”

“Bi-Han!”

- It's better this way. - Bi-Han immersed himself in the thermal water, letting the heat undo the knots in his back, ease the tension in his muscles, caress his skin and comfort him in the midst of his disturbing thoughts.

He did what had to be done.

The Lin Kuei would always fight for him, his most loyal followers would always watch his back and his brother would always be by his side.

The future would be perfect.

- I must train harder. - Tomas muttered to himself as he undressed. Having been defeated once again by Cyrax, he wondered why his older brother refused to help him with his training. - If Bi-Han wasn't so selfish, he would… - He had already taken off all his clothes, leaving his skin exposed to the heat of the place, when the sight of another person in the fountain frightened him, causing his muscles to tense up again. - Bi-Han?

Only family members of the Grandmaster had access to that place. And Kuai Liang had just left when he said goodbye on the way to the hot spring.

- Keep silent or get out of here.

- R-Really? You don't mind that I... - Noticing the older man's increasingly hard gaze, he fell silent and took a deep breath to calm down.

A calm that was short-lived, anxiety growing as he became more lost in thought as he observed the older man's relaxed features.

He was so different that way…

Almost vulnerable.

Tomas had promised himself to protect his new family.

He swore a public oath to the Lin Kuei, but the oath in his heart and mind that day was different.

A personal, silent and secret vote.

Even if unrequited, he would be faithful to that vow until his last breath.

[komotionlessqueenmm]

I never knew until now how much I needed Magni and Modi and their children content, but thank you.

Since we've seen the reactions of their children to their parents dying, could we now see the parents' reactions to the children dying instead of them? Perhaps the children sacrificing themselves so the parents can live?

I'm glad you're enjoying my content. 💚 Hopefully I can continue to met your guys' expectations.

Headcanon/Preference # 18

Picture & gifs NOT mine. (Found on Pinterest.)

Gif credit goes to - Unknown.

Year posted - 2022

⚠️Warning(s) - This is a darker one, so be warned of the violence, death, suicide, and graphic nature of this one. No happy endings here.

*I went ahead and included Baldur because he was in the headcanon that inspired this request.

| Magni |

• As stated in previous posts, you became Magni's world when you were born. He would do anything to protect you, even kill his own kin if necessary.

• So for you to die instead of him? World's will likely burn.

• He wants blood, he wants revenge, he wants to find a way to bring you back.

• Magni simply cannot lose you, not his little girl/boy (regardless of your age), he will not just let you go so easily.

• The necklace he gifted you when you were born, and had worn up until your death, is now wrapped securely around his wrist.

• When he sleeps at night, his dreams are plagued with the memories of your childhood, and he weeps everytime he wakes.

• You weren't even supposed to be there, Baldur had expressly told you to stay out of it.

• But you had begged your father with doe eyes, and he never could say no to you.

• A fact he had come to regret after your death.

• He should have known better, the stranger had survived a fight with Baldur, he should have known allowing you to join was far too dangerous.

• But like a fool he allowed you to join...

• And for that he had to watch as your head was split in two by the strangers axe.

• A fatal blow that was intended for him...

• He vows to do the same to the stranger with his own axe, no matter what it takes.

• Though try as he might he would not succeed in this quest, as it was not his fate to defeat the tattooed man.

• He dies honorably, and his last thoughts are of you, and how much more you had deserved in life.

| Modi |

• He had taunted them, intending on starting a fight, so they would put him out of his misery.

• But before the kid could harm him, you practically came out of thin air, allowing the blade to sink into your heart instead of your fathers neck.

• "No!" He had cried out in heartache, clutching your smaller body as you fell, tears spilling from his eyes as he looked into your lifeless orbs.

• He never wanted this.

• First his brother, and now you, his own child. And yet he's left to suffer alone, and alive.

• The tattooed man had dragged his son away, and left Modi to wallow in his grief.

• Whispering your name over and over again, he begged you to wake up, and not leave him like this.

• He regretted ever engaging with that man and his son, he regretted trying to coax them into killing him, but most of all he regretted failing to protect you.

• Modi sat there for nearly a day, cradling you in his arms, murmuring his apologies to you, and recalling his fondest memories.

• And in the end Modi would make a drastic choice.

• He would take the dagger he had gifted you from your belt, and he would reunite with you in Hel.

• Knowing you didn't die in battle, but instead were murdered. He knew you'd be there, waiting.

• His body would be found some time later, with you still clutched in his arms like a babe. Your dagger still lodged into his neck.

| Baldur |

• Baldur might not have been the sweetest father out there, but he loved you none the less.

• You had seen the spell break when the mistletoe arrow tip was sunk into his hand.

• And before Kratos had a chance to even try harming him, you had stepped forward and put yourself between them.

• Sadly your sword was little a match for his axe, which broke your blade, and sunk into the side of your neck.

• "No!" Baldur cried out, having only just snapped out of his dazed state at the spell breaking. "What have you done!?" He hissed at Kratos.

• Rushing forward to catch you before you fell, his body crumbling to the ground as he felt you for the first time in his arms.

• "That was my daughter/son!" He yelled as tears filled his eyes, his hate filled gaze snapping to you when you made a choked noise.

• You tried desperately to speak, but no words could form as you died in your father's arms.

• Freya tried to intervene, to offer help. But he wouldn't allow her to touch you, rushing to his feet he essentially ran off with you in his arms, wanting to be far away from everyone.

• He never realized just how much you meant to him until he had to bare witness to your death.

• He took your body back to Asgard where you would have a proper send off, but before that would even come to pass.

• He would make his way back to Midgard, and fight with the tattooed man once more.

• But without the protection spell, he was unable to win, dying in the same exact fashion as you had.

• His body was brought to Asgard, and you were burned on a pyre beside your father.

[veenvss]

autumn court

the family , 1/7

2 , dawn

The courts have always fascinated me but while reading and looking at the map I always thought that the worldbuilding was too rushed or too simplistic. So, I have decided to reimagine the courts in a way that makes more sense to me. Who knows? I may end up using these in the future for a book of my own.

I'm going to start this alphabetically, as I do most things, so the first court I'm looking at is the Autumn Court.

As of the start of ACOTAR and seemingly quite a few years before the start of the story, the High Lord is Beron Vanserra. He has a wife and seven sons, two of which are dead. We never get told the names of Beron's family, except his eldest son, Eris, and his seemingly youngest son, Lucien. Fascinatingly, Beron's family name is one of the only family names we ever learn about in the series. Since it's so unique, I'm going to start with that.

With a quick google search and most likely inaccurate information, Beron is a German name, and the Autumn Court is full of forests which I like to think is just stereotypical, but also useful. In a quick list, I've assigned these names to his family:

FRIEDERIKE SOMMER- "peaceful ruler" "summer". From a noble family who ruled over farmlands in the southwest of the court. As a child, she was known as Fritzi, a sweet little girl who loved animals. Some even rumoured that she could communicate with them. Once her father married her off, she lost that childlike charm too early. At the beginning of her marriage, she was occasionally called Frieda by her husband, in an attempt to lack the animosity that was between them, however rumours of an old love removed even the bleakest attempts at friendliness.

EKKEHARD VANSERRA- "blade, hard" The eldest son was born a year after the wedding. As the eldest and most powerful he has the most responsibility and loyalty from other court members. According to many, he's the son with the most likely chance of becoming the next High Lord once Beron dies. As a child, and in private, he was often called Eike by his mother. Growing up, he changed a lot with the environment around him. Names as power, so he changed his to protect himself, and the memories of his glowing mother from when he was a child. To everyone but his favourite, he is known as Eris, a direct target to his father, as it's a name chosen from the Day Court, who the Autumn Court has a mysterious quarrel with..

MEINRAD VANSERRA- "power, advice" The second son, born a while after his brother. During adulthood, he has been sent away to look over a town on the other side of the court.

SIEGFRIED VANSERRA- "victory, peace" As the third son, he was often wrangled as a part of the brood, so he fought to make a name for himself. He was often seen as a violent man, encouraging fights and often inflicting punishments by his own hand, a vast difference to his mother's little Sigi. However, he was one of the brothers last seen following the exile through the borders to Spring.

KUNIBERT VANSERRA- "royal, bright" He didn't particularly have much going for him. He wasn't as powerful as Ekkehard, or as violent as Siegfried. He was often seen following the stronger brothers around, and often it was the violent ones so he could hide how cowardly he truly was, even if it meant following them into the claws of a lawful, foreign High Lord.

OTMAR VANSERRA- "wealth, famous" As a child, he was often soft and polite. He offered food to orphaned children and he liked to read in the gardens rather than force his title onto unwilling people. Once his brothers were murdered, he didn't have much choice but to change.

JOST VANSERRA- "lord" As the youngest Vanserra son for a long while, he had the least opportunities and the least hope for a powerful future. He remained amicable with his brothers, and, undoubtedly has the least amount of enemies, always following his brothers' unanimous decisions.

LEVIN VANSERRA- "beloved, friend" Born with a long period between his brothers, mysteriously after the Lady's long walks stopped, and a new period of violence set in the court. Disliked by all except his mother, he grew up in isolation, unable to visit his true father who was kept away from him. He was rarely trained and barely tutored and a eye was never kept. As a young adult, he fell in love with who the High Lord saw as a mistake. They were both punished, and he left, changing his name and vowing a curse on the High Lord's head.

The Autumn Court family dynamic is incredibly interesting to me. Seven sons, two dead, one not truly a son. The amount of Reddit stories that could come out of these nine is a dream I wish I could get on an extensive google doc.

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Betrayal (part 2) | Daemon Targaryen x femOC! Targaryen x Harwin Strong

part 1

a/n: english is not my first language so prepare for lots of grammatical errors. this is not proofread!!!! sorry. im sorry to for late update

words: 5k+

Days pass as she stays in the castle she always tried her best to do something that will make her mind occupied and she mostly ignores Rhaenyra and Harwin's presence cause every time she sees them only the memory of their mistakes is what she sees.

"I admire you Rhaella you did a great job in Flea Bottom, the people send best wishes for you," The Queen said as they walked together, other than Daemon, Alicent and Laenor is the only person she always talked to here. Rhaenyra ignored her too and can't even look straight into her eyes after what happened that night.

"They deserved it, I'm just giving what our people deserve to have" the princess' gaze went down when the Queen held her hand and gently squeeze it.

"Thank you Rhaella for being a good companion of mine and being a great sister to my children"

"Alicent, they're my kin there is nothing to be thanked about" Alicent looked at the princess in the queen's eyes beside her son Aegon it's Rhaella who deserves to sit on the Iron Throne she served the realm since she was young, and helped other people if she sat on that throne Alicent wouldn't complain she know that her children will be at ease with Rhaella if ever she died.

The Queen hugged her, this is the first time they hugged like this again since she was declared as the King's wife and the Queen.

"You didn't deserve what Ser Harwin did to you" The princess froze, she knew?

"I am not a fool Rhaella, there are already whispers about them and it only stronged when Prince Lucerys was born, among the three siblings, he is the only one who has a brown hair and eyes, very out of Targaryen right?" Alicent was sorry for her, poor princess after all she did for the people this is how the gods pay her.

"What they did was unforgivable they deserve-"

"I'm sorry, you Grace but I would not want to talk about this" she cut her off.

"You should tell this to your father princess"

"There's no need your Highness, I do not want to stress the King and I just want to mind my own life now" She replied, the King is getting weak and it will not help him if he told what her sister did. Viserys loves them both and if he found out the small quarrel they're having it will break his heart.

Alicent acknowledge her decision, "Well I would like to have a talk with you but I'm afraid I have to go and talk to your father" Rhaella just nod at her and smile when a servant came to them and greeted both of them.

"Your Grace there's there's trouble going on the training grounds" the girl announced.

"I'll take care of it, your grace" Rhaella insist and walked with the servant.

She ran to the training grounds and saw Harwin beating Criston, she immidietly pulled Aemond and Aegon away and ran to Rhaenyra's sons she held them both and pulled them away from the fight.

"Someone stopped them!" Rhaella yells three knights tried to stop him but Harwin pushed all of them away and get back beating Criston's face. She can feel Lucerys holding in her skirts while crying because of fear, she gave them to the guards before grabbing a sword that's on the ground and point it in Harwin's throat.

"Pull away" Rhaella commands but the knight remained on his position "I SAID PULL AWAY!" She shouts and when Harwin leave Criston alone she dropped the sword and helped the battered knight.

"Call the healers" she said and help him sat, his nose was damaged and his lips are cut open.

"What is wrong with you?" she faced Harwin.

"He insulted the prince and me!"

"Violence will never a good respond! You both fought infront of the kids is that what you teach them both?" she turned looks at the two knights.

Rhaella looked at Aemond "What happened here? and don't you lie to me Aemond" she said.

"Aegon and Jacaerys fought and when Jace dropped his sword Aegon took advantage of it to beat him more when the rules is you supposed to stop when the opponent have dropped there weapon but Ser Criston did nothing so Ser Harwin stopped my brother" Rhaella sighs all this because of their sick egos.

"He called the prince a son of a bastard and question there legitimacy" Harwin added, she ordered the knights to guide the princes back inside the castle

"Questioned? It's the truth! You betrayed princess Rhaella and had an affair with her sister" the injured knight said when the three of them are alone now.

Harwin was about to come after him again when Rhaella took a dagger on Harwin's pocket and point it on his throat and pushed him against the wall, her left arm blocked him.

"Don't be offended by a truth Harwin" Harwin looked in her eyes, fury and sadness was mixed in her eyes, she gritted her teeth.

"Princess what he's doing is an act of treason" Rhaella pulled Harwin back in the castle and inside her chambers.

"Treason? you goddamn know well that prince Lucerys is yours" Harwin looked away on what she said.

"What do you think my father would do if he found out what you did here?"

"Rhaella-"

"It's princess! you don't have the right to call me by my name anymore!" Harwin flinched when she shouts..

"What do you want me to do? let him insult me and my son?" his word linger in her ears.

his son...

"You should've handled it better" she hurl back.

A knock break their silence and it soon opened revealing Daemon that's holding a pile of books he bought for the princess, his smile soom fades when he saw the muscled knight in her room.

"What are you doing here?" Daemon asked annoyance was visible in his voice.

"Me and the princess are talking" Harwin replied almost a whisper, Daemon possessively crawled his arm around Rhaella's shoulder and kissed the top of her hair.

"You're dismissed Harwin" Rhaella proclaim he just nods and leave her chambers.

Daemon looked as the knight left the room and he slammed the door shut.

"We're just talking" She said instantly.

"Talking inside the chambers just the two of you alone?" Daemon scoffed, he was never jealous but knowing how she loved Harwin he can't help but to think how that asshole still have a place in her heart.

"What's wrong with that? I took you inside my chamber whenever I would engage you in a private conversation" She fling back, her brows frowned.

"Yes but it's Harwin were talking about here, you're

past lover" he grumbled and slammed the books in her table.

"We did nothing wrong"

"How can I be sure?"

Rhaella turned at him she cannot believe what he's saying right now "I am not in the mood of arguing,  stop this nonsense" her jaw clenched and opened the window in her room to inhale the fresh air.

"Nonsense huh? Fine do whatever the fuck you want" She heard the door shut loudly.

She yanked her own hair out of frustration.

She left her chambers and roamed around the hall. She stopped infront of the Throne room when she heard a familiar voices.

"Your grace I love your daughter and I will do anything for her" she heard Harwin's voice and it makes her leaned at the door and peak of what's happening.

The King is sitting on the throne with a stern look in his face beside him was the Queen and Harwin was infront of them looking down she can't see enough if there are other people there

"Harwin why are you saying this to us?" Viserys asked confused.

"I want to ask for her hand in courtship your Highness" She saw how Lyonel tried to stop his son sentence but he didn't let him.

"I heard that the princess is mad to you Ser Harwin, now you're asking for her hand" The Queen scoffed "the audicity" she added.

"What happened? Tell me Ser Harwin" The king asked.

"I have broke my promise to the princess and now I'm asking you to give me chance to make it up to her" Rhaella was fighting her tears and contain her sobs.

"I will not allow it!" She looked around the room and saw the voice came from her uncle Daemon he's at the corner behind Viserys.

"I believe you don't have say in this brother, Ser Harwin and Ser Lyonel you may leave now let's talk later" The King said, she pulled away from the door and waiter for the two Strongs to leave.

When the door opened it reveal Harwin and his father, Ser Lyonel looked at his son before leaving them both alone.

"What was that?" Rhaella spoke.

"I want to make everything right princess" 

"By using my father to get your ways with me?"

"No! God I didn't mean it that way Rhaella" Harwin defended himself.

"What way then? you slept with my sister bear her a child and now you're taking my hand for courtship?"

"I can't even look at you without imagining the things you did with my sister" her voice sounds hoarse and her chest tightened, it hurts so much and to think that she still love this man infront of her but at the same time she also love Daemon everything is messed up.

"I'm so sorry I know my words will never heal your wound but I guarantee you I never give my hearts to others but only you" Harwin held her face as he leaned his forehead to her.

"I doubt myself every damn day Harwin" Her voice broke as she pronounced his name.  "Everyday I asked what did you see in her that you didn't in mine, you know well how insecure I am with Rhaenyra you know it damn well" she softly hit his chest but the knight didn't care he hugged her, god he miss her so much he can't even forgive himself for hurting the love of his life, the girl who loved her in everyway the girl who cherish every single time she has with him, the girl who loved him for who he is.

"I will do anything for you to forgive me, if I need to apologize to you everyday I will, it's okay if you don't feel the same anymore just..." he trailed and swallow the sob that's starting  "just let me love you, let me make you feel loved because that's all I want" he uttered.

"Are you doing this because you're feeling guilty of what you did to me?" She looked up to him, her shiny teary eyes and her pink lips form a in thin lips.

"My love no I want to give you the love you deserves" he answered, they looked both deeply in their eyes and he kissed her forehead and caress her soft cheeks, they heard the door opened and the both pulled away from each other, it was Daemon his hair was a mess and he looks like he was dragged or pushed, he both looked at Harwin and Rhaella.

"You could have just tell me that you want a bear over a dragon" he rudely said and leave them both purposely bumping in Harwin's shoulder.

Minutes ago... (When the King, made the Strongs leave the room)

"What do you mean by that brother? I don't think that you have the right to tell me what I should do for my OWN daugther" Viserys narrowed his eyes to his brother while walking towards him.

"Brother, Rhaella doesn't deserve that man" Daemon said,

"And who do you think is?"

"Me" he said without any hesitation and that's where Viserys punched him, making the prince fell in the ground. He already sense that his brother has been feeling something for his daughter.

"You're lusting over my daughter how dare you!" Viserys hovers on top of him and grabbed the collar of his clothes. Alicent wants to stop him but she thinks that he deserves his brother's fury after all.

"You watched her grow up, she's a child Daemon!"

"She's not anymore! Seven hells Viserys because of your absence in her life you forgot that Rhaella is a grown woman she can decide for herself and I never forced her into anything" The Prince argue.

"I protected her brother, from you, your council, your family and from the world, I kept her safe in my arms" he added

"I wouldn't give you my daughter and use her for your own pleasure or treat her like some of your whores" The King knew his brother, he's scared for his daughter if ever they got wed he's also afraid that after he lost her daughter for seven years Daemon would take her away from him.

"I wouldn't, take my word your grace, I will serve her, protect her and give everything she desires. If I have to kill for her I would" Daemon has never been devoted to someone all his life but when Rhaella entered her life it's like the princess did some spell to him. "I love Rhaella brother, she made me feel things I never felt, I will do anything for her, take her as she is" He loves everything about the princess the way she spoke, the way how her fingers linger in his hair, her soft skin, her flushed cheeks and pink soft lips, her kind soul, her smart mind,  everything about her is perfection.

When Viserys pulled back he watched his brother slowly kneel in front of him both knees are on the ground, Daemon never kneeled in his whole life but he will for the woman he loves, "I am begging brother, give me a chance and I will cherish Rhaella and I will swore my life to her" he said The Queen was shocked to see the scene right in front of her, now she's curios what Daemon can do for the princess.

"As much as I want to take her away from you I wouldn't but I also wouldn't arrange her in a marriage with you if she doesn't want to, win her Daemon because you're not only one who wants her" He knew what Viserys meant that bearded knight, he nod and was relief when his brother finally calmed down.

He was happy and relief while leaving the room only to see his girl having a romantic moment to the guy who betrayed her.

"You could have just tell me that you want a bear over a dragon" he said and leave the both of them.

Present

Rhaella was running and looking for her uncle, she felt like she needs to explain herself to him.

"Princess" Laenor said as she bumped to him in the corridors.

"Why are you running?"

"Have you seen uncle Daemon?" She asked hoping he did.

"I'm afraid I have not" Laenor said "It's too late to be out of your bed princess let's get you back to your chambers" Rhaella didn't argue anymore and just let their cousin lead the way.

When they arrived her chambers Laenor sat beside her on her bed. "Now tell me, what's the problem?" Laenor uttered, the princess hugged her knees, she's confused of her own feelings it's all messy.

"Could I possible genuinely love two person at the same time?" she asked, the question caught him off guard, he stayed silent for a while and examine the princess, she buried her chin in the valley of her knees as she hugged it.

"Yes of course, love doesn't have any limitations" Laenor explained to the confused princess.

"It's so messy, uncle Daemon likes me and I'm sure I feel the same way he helps me to recover from my heartbreaks, and everytime he's with me I feel at ease, but when it's Harwin my heart just pounds everytime I see him and there's this voice in my head says that I should give him another chance" Her voice shaken, her cousin felt sad for her, the feeling of being confused of being inlove to somebody hurts.

"I thought love should make you feel happy? then why is it hurting me?" She smiles painfully, sometimes she wish she just stayed in Flea Bottom or pushed his uncle away or sometimes she wish she just didn't meet Harwin.

"It's not love if there's no pain riñītsos" (little girl) her cousin said and wrapped his arm around her shoulders "Love are not always about happiness, sometimes it consist of pain, sadness, sacrifices, fears, and peace" he continued.

"You don't have to rush yourself Rhaella" Laenor muttered

"Think about it first or don't think about it at all" Laenor chuckled trying to lighten the mood, Rhaella snorts and smile at him "But seriously give yourself a break, you deserve it" he said making her smile widely.

"I need to go now, see you when I see you" he smiled before leaving her chambers as soon as he leave another person went it, it was her sister Rhaenyra.

"What are you doing here?" anger was clear in Rhaella's voice.

"I want to talk to you"

The younger princess nod before tapping the space beside her, silence filled them as Rhaenyra sat beside her.

"I'm sorry.." Rhaenyra said and held her hand squeezing it gently.

"I'm really sorry Rhaella, even I I'm ashame to myself you're my sister and-" Rhaenyra stopped when she hush her, Rhaella just nod at her with a sad smile.

"As you should." Rhaella said in a monotone "You should be ashamed to yourself" she added Rhaenyra looked at her, confusion in her eyes.

"Rhaella..."

"You should be ashamed Rhaenyra, I'm your sister and you did this to me?! what kind of family are you?" she blurted out and her palm harshly touched her sister's cheek. Rhaenyra was wide at her sudden action.

"Rhaella, I'm so sorry truly I am"

"Are you really? You both are being happy spending time here while I'm fucking suffering in Flea Bottom! asking why did someone I love chose you over me AGAIN!" She was fuming her tears are bursting.

"You're enough Rhaella his love for you never leave, everyday he's waiting for you to come back and would always ask Laenor or Ser Lyonel if there's any news about you when he found out that you requested to more years in Flea Bottom he was devastated, he wouldn't attend his shift and he's always in pubs drinking until he pass out, Laenor had to help him to go back home" Rhaenyra said and rubbed her back.

"If his love for me didn't leave, he shouldn't sleep with you then"

"We were drunk!"

"And you really think I will believe that? after all what you, you can't fool me anymore"

"I gave him what you can't! you chose to be out there instead to be with him, the man was broken and longing for your touch!" Rhaenyra argue

"Oh so you parade your beautiful self in front of him, is that it? IS THAT IT?!" Rhaella felt her knees weak, she sat back in her bed.

"It wasn't easy for me too, when I heard the news I don't know what to feel, sometimes I just randomly zone out no one can talk to me I was so lost, every night I'm questioning myself where did I go wrong? what did I do to deserve that? and every time I hear your names it always includes the sins you have committed against me" her heart is aching like something was squeezing it and she can't breathe."Leave my room, Rhaenyra and as soon as you reached outside of my room, you will no longer be a sister in my eyes" she said her sister cried but didn't care she had enough understanding her "mistakes".

Days passed she and she hadn't see Daemon in the castle or anywhere, Harwin always tried to be around her and distract her but her hearts is still looking for someone else.

"Father have you seen Daemon?" She asked urgently as soon as she enter the King and Queen's chamber.

"He left last night he said he's going back in Stepstones, he didn't told you?" Viserys was a bit shock, his brother literally just sworn to protect and make her daughter happy then he will leave her without saying goodbye?

"He didn't told me, do you know why he left?" The princess asked but the King shook his head. There's only one thing that she can do right now fly to Stepstones and brought him back here.

But seems like her father read her mind immidietly "No you're not flying to Stepstones" she triedv to protest but Visersy cut her off.

"If he left you without saying goodbye it means he doesn't want to see you anymore and I would not let you push yourself to someone" Visersys said it was not his exact reason why he stopped her, just because he agreed to let his brother court his daughter, it means that he trusts him with her. Daemon is a consistent liar who will do anything to have what he wants.

"I want you to understand me Rhaella, I am only protecting you" Her father's words sink inside her head, what if he really doesn't want to see her anymore? she nods, the Queen was looking at her and suddenly said.

"Princess someone heard you days ago that you and princess Rhaenyra are arguing" Rhaella froze in her place.

"Arguing?" The king asked

"Yes and my witness said that you're crying when she walked out, tell us princess what happened?" The Queen walked close to her.

She can't take it anymore there's no way she going to let this slide just because Rhaenyra and Harwin made a so called mistake.

She inhales deeply "Harwin was my lover father, years before I to go in Flea Bottom but while staying there I found out Harwin got Rhaenyra pregnant abd the result is Prince Lucerys" she stuttered, she knew how their father favor and love Rhaenyra but she don't care, she betrayed Rhaella and Rhaenyra will get the same or worse.

"Are you sure about that? That's a big accusation Rhaella it only means that you're sister cheated on Laenor and Ser Harwin broke his vows" The king questioned earning a glare from Alicent.

"Are you seriously doubting you're own daughter?" the Queen spat.

"No, it's okay I can prove it to you"Rhaella stopped her

She walked to go in the garden and sat their silently her mind just drifted to her memories with Daemon.

2 Years ago in Flea Bottom

"Rhaella" She turned around and saw Daemon carrying two children in his arms while their tying his hair in a half bun and the Prince can't help his wide smile forming

"Your mothers are looking for you, I think you two should go home now" The two children follow her orders, she stood infront of Daemon admiring his hair some strands of it is falling in his face, she was startled when the prince pulled her hand making her stand between his thighs.

"You're so beautiful" he raised his hand and caress her face, the blush that her face made didn't missed in his eyes making him chuckle.

"You always says that" she said hiding how she feel love and flattered everytime he told her that.

Daemon smiles she's really not great hiding her emotions "And I will tell it to you until my last breath" he said and buried his face in her lower chest and wrapped his arms around her waist. Daemon is a busy man and has a lot of problems but with Rhaella beside him and feeling her touch he forgot all of it, with her he's in piece, like a dragon hugging it's rider.

She snapped back in reality when she felt a presence beside her she turned and saw Harwin sitting beside her.

"I heard you're looking for your uncle" he broke the long silence.

"Yes but turns out he left without telling me" she sighs and play the edge of her dress.

"You love him" it wasn't a question she heard from him but a statement. "I can see it, everyone can" he added.

"I'm sorr-"

"No don't be, I had my chance and I waste it" he reached for her hand and intertwined their hands he missed her hands, he long soft fingers, the same hands who's caressing his hair whenever he's stress in work, the hands that always touch his face telling him how handsome he is god he missed those moments he had with her.

"I understand and I'm sorry for making you feel horrible but no matter what happen I want you to know that I will always love you" he held her face and plants a soft kiss between her brows.

"You still love me?" Harwin nods, Rhaella hugged her and whisper in his ears.

"Confess your sin to me Harwin and it may be easier for me to forgive you" Harwin hesitates but if in that way she will forgive him he will do it.

"Prince Lucerys is my son, when you fly away from Flea Bottom Rhaenyra started talking to me too much but I thought she's just being nice to me because I was your lover and one night something happened between the both of us we got intimate and the result is Prince Luke" Rhaella nodded and hugged him, she was hiding her small smile as she looked to one of his father's witnesses.

He immidietly dismissed Harwin and went to the his father's witness, the knight told everything he heard and the King almost had an attack.

"I'm sorry for you, my child" The King hugged her, Rhaella can only close her eyes feeling the comfort in her father's arm after many years this is the first time he comforted her.

Her heart felt lighter but she felt that something was still heavy on it, something she needs to let out..

The night came and still no letter from Daemon she's getting impatient now she keep walking back and forth inside her room, she can't sleep and stay still.

Fuck it, she will see him tonight whether her family wants or not.

She then wear a hood under her dress and ready her horse, she can't use her dragon because it might wake everyone with its growl.

She was a bit confused why her horse it already and waiting for her outside the castle, her ride to Stepstones wasn't that long, the guards there was kinda shocked to see her.

"Where is uncle?" she asked and told them that he's already in his chamber and sleeping, she ordered them to bring her to him and wake him up.

They stopped in front of a door, one of the knight went inside and it opened revealing Daemon he's wearing a simple loose white shirt and brown trousers, he looked at her before gesturing the knights to leave them.

"Come in" he invited her, Rhaella closed the door behind her and walked forward to her uncle she didn't let him utter a word and quickly slapped him in the face and grabbed his collar.

"Why did you leave me?" she said angrily her teeth gritting and she tighten her grip on his collar.

"What? You're not happy with your cheating lover?" Daemon spat.

"Yes I am and he's not enough to make me happy" Daemon took her words differently.

"Well then sorry princess I wouldn't be an option just because you're not satisfied by that asshole" He tried to pull away from her but she didn't let him instead she pushed him against the wall, despite their heights difference Rhaella is quite strong. It made him gasped he can feel the burning pain that started on his back.

"I was worried for you!" she yells, their faces are too close to each other he can feel her hot breath.

"Seriously Rhaella what are you doing here?" Daemon is growing annoyed, he doesn't want to see her again because everytime he sees the princess he's going to fold.

"I'm here to claim what's mine"

"I'm not yours Rhaella"

"Aren't you?" she leaned closer to him purposely making their lips almost touched, first time she ever acted so bold in front of him.

"I saw you both hugging" he muttered under his breathe.

"You clearly misunderstand it, we were only talking and I was confused but I'm not anymore it's clear as sky that I love you" he doubted her, what if she's just using him.

"I understand if you're mad" Rhaella let go of him and stepped backward. "I'm sorry if I kept you waiting for me for a long time" she added and walked away to leave but Daemon grabbed her arms and trapped her in his embrace.

"Don't you dare leave me here" he said smile forming in his lips, Rhaella looked up to him, he's so handsome the princess thought.

"I'm sorry I was mad and sad I thought you both got back together and it hurt me but I can't help it, I was scared you will reject me that's why I left" he explained and moved her head to make her looked at him.

"I'm sorry to if I didn't explain to you immidi-" Daemon placed his index finger in her lips.

"Shh, what's important is you're here now, infront of me" his eyes are closed and he kissed her forehead "I" and kissed her nose "love" and finally drop a small peck in her lips "you, I love you Rhaella"

Rhaella smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck as she connect her lips to him.

This is all what Daemon wanted to be with the woman he love. 

They kissed as they both ran out of breathe, he looked in her beautiful eyes, "I love you I will give you the world darling" he said.

"I love you Daemon..." The princess answered as she hugged him, contentment filled her all of her life she was looking for someone to truly see her, love her and now she have it right in front of her, the man who's willing to do anything for her, Daemon Targaryen.

They spend their night in Stepstones and go back to the castle together holding each other's hand as they walked inside the Hall.

"Where have you been?" Rhaella looked beside her as someone held her arms, it was Rhaenyra behind her was Harwin. "We need to talk" her older sister added.

"There's nothing to talked about" They both looked at the King whom have just sat at the throne "I am here to do what's have to be done" The King continued, Rhaella walked towards her father and hugged him "Father I am sorry if-"

"Nothing to apologize daughter, I know I can't stop you that's why I just decided to help you, I ordered Ser Criston to ready your horse outside because I know you will go after him" Viserys said pointing at Daemon.

Today he's going to do what he should have done before, he will make it up to his second born.

"Thank you so much father" Viserys saw how his daughter's face soften.

"Brother" Viserys said as he looked at Daemon.

"Thank you for making my daughter happy" he said while holding his daughter hands.

"I only gave her what she deserves wait for me to give her what you failed to give" his voice doesn't meant to insult or anything. "Daemon" Rhaella warned her but Viserys stopped her.

"It's okay, it's the truth" Rhaella pursed her lips her uncle was right Viserys did fail her before as a child but her heart chose to ignore it as she grow up.

"Father the princess left the castle without informing you, she shouldn't have done that" They looked Rhaenyra who spoke.

"if we talk about things that shouldn't be done why don't we talk about you Rhaenyra" The Queen spat.

"Rhaenyra, Ser Harwin an information have come to me about you're little affair that you had while Rhaella is in Flea Bottom" Viserys started.

"Leave with Daemon I think I need to clear things with them" Rhaella only nodded as the Queen guide them outside the Hall.

"I'll make sure they get the punishment they both deserve" Alicent assured her before going inside.

Rhaella sighs why does she feel sad for them? looks like Daemon can read her mind because he wrapped both his arms behind her back and pulled her closely to him.

"Their actions have consequences, you did nothing wrong love" she closed her eyes as he kissed her eyes.

"She's your sister but still what she did is wrong, she hurt you" Daemon added.

"I'm worried about her sons what if father exile her?" she worried, even though she hates her it doesn't mean she's not worried for her nephews.

"I'm going to take care of them, nothing to worry about" They both looked behind them and saw her cousin Laenor.

"Go get break, I'll took good care of your nephews I promise" Laenor said and looked at Daemon "and you, promise me that you will never ever make her cry or else I will make you pay, that's my cousin were talking about" Laenor warned him.

Daemon just rolled his eyes while chuckling before dragging Rhaella away from her cousin they entered her chambers and without saying anything he pressed his lips to her.

He couldn't get enough with her lips, this lips that he always wished to have, and touch.

"I love you so much" he whispers and caress both side of her face.

"I love you" Rhaella smiled, she's so happy and contented like something inside her is finally complete.

"I want to marry you, I will marry you" he added and leaned to nuzzle her neck.

Rhaella's heart is finally at ease in his arms, with him.

A/N: im sorry I tried my very best but I really cant put all your suggestions here, im really sorry.

[bumirang]

wait rohans a waterbender? since when?????

Since I made it up? I dunno, I like the idea. I doubt they'll go that direction in canon (unless they HIRE ME to make some damn COMICS)

Rohan being an airbender is boring to me. It's totally expected, practically makes the kid a non-entity. It's much more interesting to make him something else and explore what that means for the family dynamic. That (likely) means non-bender or waterbender, though earthbender is a possibility since Pema's from the Earth Kingdom. I'm just going to assume that Katara wasn't bullshitting when she touched Pema's preggo belly in the very first episode and said the baby would be a bender. She just got the element wrong. It was a safe bet!

First off, it'd raise some questions about how bending is passed down. Based on what we've seen in canon, it's easy to assume that a bender only passes down their own element to their offspring, with it either manifesting or staying dormant, possibly for multiple generations. But what if it's more complicated than that? Tenzin may style himself as Mr. #1 Air Nomad, but his mother's element and culture are part of him, too, right? With the different nations intermarrying more than ever before, it creates the potential for any type of bending to pop up in any part of the world, which has many fun worldbuilding implications. It'd also make a lot of sense, considering how the new airbenders pop up the way they do. They may all have had airbenders somewhere in their ancestry, with that potential lying dormant for centuries or even millennia until it was finally activated by Harmonic Convergence. I know this isn't a groundbreaking fan theory, but whatever.

Anyway, back to Rohan.

The discovery that Rohan's a waterbender would be a surprise, maybe even a shock, and it'd give the Kataang clan a new point of conflict and introspection, particularly for Tenzin. He'd have to grapple with his kneejerk reaction being denial, followed by disappointment. Then comes the doubt...

Why does he suddenly feel more distant from Rohan? He reviews his own interactions with the boy, both before and after the discovery. Does he treat him differently now? Should he? Of course he doesn't love his son any less, but it changes their relationship, or seems like it must. Is it fair to bring him up like an Air Nomad, the way his siblings were raised? Would it be better to introduce him to more Water Tribe traditions? He realizes how little he valued his mother's culture compared to his father's. It's not that he doesn't care, but...

Is this how Aang felt about Bumi and Kya, before he was born? How did he come to terms with that? Did he feel this same ache? And knowing now how alienated Bumi and Kya felt from their Air Nomad heritage for so long, how can he stop himself from making the same mistakes? What does this mean for the future of his people? Can Rohan be an Air Nomad but not a member of the Air Nation? Is such a thing possible?

He sees himself reflected in his son's innocent, trusting eyes, his own expression one of confusion and fear. He's lost again. Nothing in his readings of Air Nomad wisdom or his memories of Aang tell him what he should do, and he's too ashamed to admit his conflicted feelings.

Finally, Tenzin's head explodes.

Plus, hey, it's a great excuse to bring Auntie Kya around for lots of fun waterbending lessons! Both she and Bumi get to say "toldja so" to Tenzin once he admits his struggle over his relationship with Rohan and what that made him finally truly understand about their childhoods, about what it meant for all three of them to be children of the last airbender.

Meanwhile, Rohan's just being this precocious kid—a lot like his sister Jinora—inventing whole new ways of bending water like it's no big deal, and all the adults are too tied up in knots to even notice. His siblings notice, though, and help him figure himself out. He's a true Cloudbaby, a perfect cinnamon roll.

In the end, they do work it all out, and the whole family is closer than ever before... until Meelo announces he's joining the United Forces and all hell breaks loose.

[evangelinewriting]

— ABOUT;

Hello! I'm Evangeline, but you can call me Evan for short. I'm 32, and non-binary, and I use she/her and they/them pronouns, with very little preference. I'm autistic, and I have adhd and chronic pain.

I'm primarily a romance author, and though I'm still somewhat new to the genre, I already love it. I'm hoping that tumblr will help keep my writing on track, and help me reach new readers as well as find even more authors for me to read.

I currently have two works in progress, summaries of which you'll find below the cut. Both will eventually be posted on patreon and then wattpad.

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— WORKS IN PROGRESS;

soul to keep.

When Cyrus meets the mysterious owner of Club Styx, he doesn't expect the immediate, almost electric attraction he feels. Neither does he expect her to lay claim to him as payment for his father's gambling debts. As he falls deeper under her spell, he finds that there's more to Harley Hudson than he ever knew - and more to himself than he ever dreamed.

They say the gods are dead. Harley knows better. She has dreamed of them ever since she was a child, dreamed of her former life as Hades, god of death, ruler of the underworld. And she knows she's worth more than the mortal life she's born into. So she claws her way up in the world, her memories guiding her.

One thing is missing, however, and that is her Persephone, her god of spring. And when she finds him, she's never going to let him go. She finds him in Cyrus Prescott. But Cy doesn't remember; doesn't dream of a time before, when they were more than human.

As Harley introduces him to a world he never imagined, Cyrus is plagued by dreams. Dreams of spring.

sucker punch.

When the mysterious and wealthy Valentine Vance buys off her debt, Audrey ends up owing him everything. But she's no damsel in distress, and Audrey is going to make Val work for every inch. Audrey is a fighter.

Once an up-and-coming boxing star, she loses everything when loan sharks come for her and her father. Facing the threat of the mafia, she offers the only thing she has to save them - her skill in the ring. Now she fights underground for their amusement, each match sinking her more and more into debt.

Valentine is a millionaire.

The son of old money, he's set to inherit billions. But he yearns for excitement, seeking one risk after another. When he visits an underground fighting match at the invitation of an illicit friend, he meets a talented boxer and feels an immediate attraction.

What else is there to do but pay her debt off?

But Audrey is no wallflower. In fact, she's nothing like any woman he's ever met before. And soon, Valentine finds himself in over his head.

Especially when his conservative grandfather walks in on the two of them fighting, and is certain that they're actually dating.

[cata-strophes]

I just found you and im like in love with all your art!!!! Do you think you could like catch me up on your ocs? Like a little introduction to them? Cause I am invested! I hope that's not too much to ask!

(Funny story, i was writing this and wrote a lot and then my power went off and i lost what i had written L)

Thank you!! :D And of course!! Im sorry this took so long, when i saw your message i realised i dont have a lot of actually-colored drawings of my ocs (that arent dante), so i ran to do some quick sketches (and got busy in the middle of it)

In the world of my OCs, some people are born with powers, but they have consequences and drawbacks if they're overused.

There is an Evil Bad Guy(tm), who, of course, wants power, and so when a kid is born with a strong enough power, it's more than likely they will be taken to join the ever-growing brainwashed army of Evil Dude(tm). Evil Villain Guy(tm) also carries forward... tests and experiments, to see if it's possible to evolve these powers and overcome their drawbacks.

This guy is my poor special little guy, Dante, and by that, I mean he's the one that I make suffer for my own amusement, i'm sorry, Dante.

He doesn't know his age, but he guesses he's in his mid-20s.

He was one of the child soldiers the Evil Villain Man(tm), and has been with him since he has memory. Now all he wants is revenge against him, and doesn't care about much else.

He was a favourite, because he was the first one to survive the tests and evolve the powers he has. (drawbacks are still a work in progress)

His power allows him to create limbs made from shadows, he specialized in wings. Altho he started only creating two wings, with the tests, he started calling more and more wings to his control, and they eventually stopped looking soft and feathery, and started looking more and more leathery, and he stopped using them to fly, more like spider legs to help support him and that he can turn into extremely dangerous and sharp weapons.

This guy over here is Nicholas. He is *drum roll* Evil Villain Guy(tm)'s older son!

Nicholas is in his mid-20s. He also has a younger brother, Theo, who is in his early 20s.

He was raised in blissful ignorance until he was a teenager, where he started figuring out his family's dark history. He started questioning his father's authority more and more, until, when he was around 16 years old, his own father commanded his assassins to get rid of him.

He was left for dead, but little did they know he had been hiding self-healing powers, and managed to survive and ended up joining a rebellion against his father, meeting Dante again ten years later, when he escaped. His brother is still with his father.

I'm very bad with names and can't choose, I have at least twenty options for each, but these are also some very important guys for them. All of their designs might change!! I'm still playing around.

The woman to the left is the leader of the rebellion, she took Nicholas in and knocked some sense into his head when he was pushing his body and powers farther than he should. She has electricity on contact powers, she uses it for the most shocking punches, or for charging whatever metalllic weapon shes holding to make it Hurt. Her drawback tho, is a loss of fine motor skills, her hands shake a lot because of this.

The guy in the right is Dante's uncle. Dante's uncle was a renowned knight, when he learnt that his brother, sister-in-law and nephew, his only family, were all wiped out in an attack, he lost his control and threw himself to battle with no second thoughts. His power is something of future visio; it doesn't go too far, just a few seconds or minutes (although he might get a few days or weeks worth of it in dreams), which made him unstouchable in battle. The drawback is the lost of his own eyesight. He is blind because of the overuse of his powers, and can really only notice light and very blurry shapes if he focuses (he usually doesn't). When he got tired of fighting he up and left, trying to forget and be forgotten, finding a village in the middle of nowhere and staying there to pass his days.

UNTIL his war-buddy, mister-in-the-center-drawing, came looking for him. They used to be the closest friends and he spent years looking for him after he vanished from the face of the Earth. He doesn't have any powers, but he is very much to Dante's uncle's levels of swordmanship and whatever-knights-do-ship (with the exception of. you know. literal future vision powers). They are boyfriends now.

Also Dante and his uncle meet later on, and this meeting is the reason Dante doesn't go off the deep end as it was very much looking like before. Dante's uncle knows Dante's real age and birthday, he never forgot.

[ravenouscultleader780]

COTL SOTF(The Spousal Trio) : "Getting Popular on my likes!

Hello Cultists, so i've been seeing some ppl are Liking my spousal trio fanarts for Sammi, Dimmi & M3ggy! which i would like to say Thank You all so much! i really am proud all of the effort on ibis paint x payed off while my Laptop was Out of Order(until now that is!) and will keep those Fanarts on the App forever as memories & my 1st ever test arts on it! and maybe someday i'll do more on ibis since i'm still more used to MS Paint but it's always good to try something new.

anyways i just edited that now all 3 of Lambert's spouses have a few siblings(mainly older brothers) with Sammi having her older brother Marvin Nosferatu, Lady Dimmi having her older brother named Silver Dimistru(who escaped during the massacre of The Old Faith and is possibly still alive, with his lil sister Emerald being safe at the cult recently) & finally M3gan having her older brother named Chucky(Yep how original lol) who is also rumored to be deceased but is actually still alive & searching for his baby sister M3gan. so all three girls have brothers now which is related to myself with me & my big brother having a close relationship & still do so that's why i'm always giving many characters older protective, loving, fun & caring Eldest or Older Brothers/or Sisters in their respective families.

Anyways more Fanart is coming, just going thru a bit of artist block but i think i figured out what i'm gonna draw today! hope you all liked this post, and last but not least : Massive Motherly Monster(Mother Monster) & Father Delvolver Digital(Father Delvolver) are Officially Lambert & Lamberina's New Foster Parents! with their offsprings of M.M & F.D being both of the young leader lambs's foster sibs in their new family!

with Lamberina being now married to Valefar, their son Barnaby being immortal and part of the extended family aswell & with now Valefar having a Twin Brother named Vafo(after twitter user/cotl artist @HusValo(or @Va_Follower) on Twitter(X).com. which he's a Missionary aswell as Val's other Brother Mono. so Now all of The Valo Siblings are all Lamberina's In-Laws & with them also being Barnaby's Uncles!

and also one more status story update with Sammi & Midge's "Biological" Born Daughter Maxine Butterfree II & her now Husband Apollo Soulfull Mushroomo II they are now Parents to their 2 Daughters(Hellena & Paige Soulfull) and with Sammi & Midge's Offspring Line have expanded & updated quickly while i was playing with before it was only Maxine but now it's : Maxine(Eldest Daughter), Ella Bloodsucker(Middle Eldest) & The Twins Dayton and Kaitlynn Bloodsucker!