#affectionately belittled my friend's name in my head again >:(

[jellyloveru]

FUCK

[fairyoftbz]

insecurities | l. juyeon

🧸 pairing: idol!juyeon x (insecure) fem!reader 🧸 word count: 2.7k 🧸 genre: angst, fluffy end 🧸 tw: mentions of insecurities, doubts 🧸 a/n: sorry i forgot to post, i had a busy day and im exhausted, i hope it's gonna be enough! 🧸 requested: yes! thank you, it is very cliché but i hope this is what you had in mind! 💝

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Juyeon came home tired but happy, excited to see you again after a long day of intense practice and a show where he participated as an MC. You, on the other hand, were not as happy as he was, but you were for sure tired of something.

You couldn’t deny it, dating Juyeon had positive points, he was everything you could ask for in a man, but there were just as many negative points. He was an attractive, sweet gentleman, and it was almost impossible for him not to attract other girls, not even doing it on purpose. And it was one of your many insecurities even if you considered yourself pretty, you couldn’t help but get insecure every time he talked to someone else.

Because let’s be honest, in the Korean music industry, every single woman looks like an absolute goddess. So, when he interacts with someone, and they’re a bit too friendly, your heart pinches in pain as he gives them the smile he keeps for you and you only.

You think that they are more interesting, prettier and funnier than you, which has the ability to send your thoughts to the dark side of self-consciousness, not feeling pretty or enough next to those women. And tonight, it was hard to watch on National TV your boyfriend being extremely friendly with the other MC.

You had tried to comfort yourself that it was just a mask, that he had to look friendly and handsome on TV. However, you couldn’t help feeling disappointment and anger as he gave attentive eyes to the other MC as she explained something, his eyes falling on her lips pressed against the mic.

Juyeon walks through the main door, tossing his keys on the chest of drawers, getting rid of his jacket and shoes before joining you in the living room, happy to see that you were watching the same channel he appeared on. Eyes glued on the screen, your thumb rubbed against your lips, feeling the skin of the cuticles you scratched while watching your boyfriend feeling rough against your lips.

“Hi love,” he said as he sat next to you, pressing his lips on your cheek. You didn’t react, only emitting a slight hum as he sat comfortably.

Juyeon frowned but didn’t raise your bad mood, trying to think what was going on inside your head. Maybe you had a bad day, or you were just tired, despite scratching his head and think, he couldn’t pinpoint what had brought you in such a bad mood.

“Did you have fun?” you bitterly spat, and Juyeon’s eyes widened, surprised by your tone, the wrinkle on his forehead deepening as his brows furrowed at your attitude.

“I did. Are you mad or something?” he bluntly asked, and you sighed, taking the remote to turn the TV off, falling in an unpleasant, uncomfortable silence.

“Oh no, I’m super fine. I really enjoyed my boyfriend giving heart eyes to another girl on national TV, it was such a nice thing to watch,” you bitterly chuckled, and Juyeon’s eyes widened even more, not expecting you to pull out the jealousy card on that.

“Babe, what are you talking about? You know-”

“Please, spare me your fake confusion and lame excuses, I clearly saw what I saw. My eyes never deceive me,” you said while standing up, but Juyeon was quick to imitate you and grab your wrist to prevent you from walking away. You tried to free yourself from his grip, but he only tightened his hand around it.

“Juyeon, let me go,” you said through clenched teeth, trying to prevent the tears from escaping your eyes. Breaking down was the last thing you wanted to do in this situation.

“Not before you explain to me what this fuss is all about,” he said, irritation replacing confusion in his eyes. You let out a mocking scoff, your eyes filled with anger and disdain boring into your boyfriend’s, holding eye contact for a few seconds.

“You really think I’m this dumb? I clearly saw the eyes you gave to the other MC when you were both animating the show. Cracking jokes, giving her smiles that could outshine the sun, your eyes ogling her lips when she was talking or smiling. Did you really think I wouldn’t catch that?” you raised your voice, letting anger take over your body.

“I never did all of that, I don’t know what you are insinuating,” he spat, trying not to show it, but your words hurt him, hating the fact that you could imagine him cheat on you or fancy another girl.

“Go on social media then, you will see what I am ‘insinuating’! Everyone is already talking about how whipped you are and how cute of a couple you would look together. Some fans are even starting to make edits!” you shouted, shoving your phone in your hoodie’s front pocket.

Juyeon sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose to calm his nerves a bit, a gesture that had the ability to enrage you even more. Your family used to do that when they found you annoying or wanted to belittle you, and now seeing Juyeon doing the exact same thing as them really made you even more insecure about this whole situation. Your family made you feel like a real burden during your childhood and teen years that it hurt you to think that Juyeon was probably agreeing with that thought right now.

“Y/N, I don’t know what you are talking about. I was just trying to be nice, I can’t be rude or it’s mine and the group’s reputation that I’ll take down with me-”

“No it’s okay, no need to explain yourself, the message was very clear,” you said, and you finally freed yourself from his grip, your heart breaking as Juyeon sighed in annoyance again, seeing him almost roll his eyes.

“It’s not what I meant, and you know it. Don’t react like that, please,” he started, but you waved your hand in front of you.

“No, no, I got it, you-”

“Y/N, for the love of God, stop being so fucking insecure, it’s getting so fucking annoying at this point! I can’t do anything without you getting fucking doubtful, start having faith in me and in this relationship, dammit!” your eyes widened as Juyeon eventually snapped, his mouth slowly closing as he stared at you, realisation hitting him that his words and tone made a lot of damage once he saw the tears gather in your eyes and roll down your cheeks.

The couch separated the two of you, creating the illusion of a painful wall that made you shiver, feeling like your apartment had lost all of its warmth on the spur of the moment. His words were brutal, and they bounced around your skull, your head turning towards the corridor to swallow the lump forming in your throat, trying not to break down in front of him.

“Y/N, I’m-”

“Leave me alone,” you replied, voice wavering as you walked out of the living room, slamming the bedroom door shut before locking it.

Juyeon sighed and carded his hands through his dark locks, closing his eyes as he thought of the words that had escaped his mouth too quickly. He cursed under his breath as the living room fell into a deafening silence, his hands linked at the back of his neck as he thought of what just happened.

“Why did I say that,” he muttered under his breath and collapsed on the couch, unlocking his phone and scrolling on social media to try and momentarily forget your beautiful face painted with a hurtful expression because of him, but it was to no avail.

He saw what you saw; the fiction, the edits, the collages, he saw and read everything. He already hated seeing you cry and being hurt, but he actually loathed himself for being such an idiot and not comfort you about the whole situation with what was happening on every social platform.

His heart shattered in millions of pieces as he pictured you crying in your shared bed, holding the stuffed animal he got you for your anniversary tight against your chest, letting you drown in your insecurities and intrusive thoughts. He loved you very much, but despite him trying to remind you every single day, your intrusive thoughts always managed to get the upper hand when you found yourself hanging out on your own or with some friends. It was as if your brain shut out everyone who tried to reassure you or make you feel better, letting you drown and struggle in your sorrow.

Yes, the other idols were pretty, but they were nothing compared to you. Juyeon had only eyes for you and cared about you and, of course, his members, but never had he thought about leaving you for someone else. His intentions were just to sound and appear nice and welcoming on TV because he knew that some fans, antis and media wouldn’t hesitate a second to bash him on different platforms and articles for his rudeness and insensitivity towards his idol colleague. And not only would he break his reputation, but also the group’s, and that’s the last thing he wanted.

However, he also understood that it was something hard to watch for you, even if he reminded you every single day that you were the only one that mattered in his eyes.

Sitting on the couch, he started reflecting, putting himself in your shoes for a second. How would he have reacted if he saw you being super friendly and affectionate to another man? Someone more handsome, nicer than him, cracking jokes here and there to see you smile and laugh.

He tossed his phone on the couch space next to him, where he wished you were instead of crying yourself in your shared bed, watching the device bounce, collide with the armrest and fall on the ground. He didn’t even fret checking if the screen cracked, head too high in his thoughts to bother.

Resting his elbows on his knees, he pressed his joined hands against his mouth, tongue poking his inner cheek as he realised he had really messed everything up. His knee started bouncing at the disgusting thought of losing you, perfectly knowing that he had to do something before you could slip through his hand like grains of sand.

Juyeon stood up and knocked on the bedroom door, softly calling for your name.

“Y/N?” he asked, and you didn’t respond, faintly hearing you cry on the other side of the wall. “Go away, please,” your strained voice barely making it to his ears, his fingers drumming against the surface of the door in frustration.

From your side of the bed, still holding that teddy bear close to your chest, you let your tears damp the top of its head, feeling the exhaustion of crying kicking in. Juyeon didn’t knock another time, trying not to push your buttons too much to save his chances to talk to you.

You heard a small thud on the lower part of the door, frowning as you wondered what it was. Deep breathings filled in the silence lingering in the corridor, selfishly feeling a bit relieved that you weren’t the only one hurt in this situation. Juyeon was a smart, tolerant man, he knew when to put his pride aside and not blame you for something you said or did. Well, it’s not the case for this time, and it’s probably exhaustion that spoke for him, and that, of course, doesn’t excuse anything, but he wanted to apologise and make up for everything.

“I know you probably don’t want to see me or hear my voice after what I’ve told you, but I really want to apologise for what I’ve said,” you held your breath to hear his faint, low voice on the other side of the door. You sat up and felt dizzy for a quick second, still holding the teddy bear against your chest, your face buried in its head as you let the tears keep rolling on your cheeks.

“I know it’s hard to date me, and I’m really sorry, I wish we had a simpler life, where we could hang out and go on dates like two normal people. It’s also hard for me to not be the type of boyfriend everyone wishes to have, but I’m so damn grateful to call you mine.” Juyeon marked a pause and ruffled his hair, pushing the front pieces away from his hair while thinking of his following words.

“I… you don’t know how much I’m sorry for using your insecurities against you. I shouldn’t have, it was the dumbest move I could ever do, but I just didn’t know what to answer. You are so pretty, so beautiful, amazing, and absolutely wonderful to have around to me, so seeing you this insecure makes me mad every time you compare yourself to someone you think looks prettier, thinner, or more perfect than you. It’s... really frustrating because I try my best to make you feel like a goddess and worth it every day, but those unrealistic society standards and god damn social media make you feel like you are not worth an ounce of love,” he took in a big breath and raised his knees upwards, letting his forearms rest on them.

You slowly opened the door behind him and dropped the teddy bear by his side, letting him know of your presence. He was quick to notice it and turn around to hug your legs tightly, your hands finding their way in his hair and started massaging his skull.

“I’m so sorry, Ju,” you faintly whispered, and he breathed in deeply against your skin as if he finally found you again after being separated from you for years.

He grabbed your cherished stuffed animal and stood up, holding it against your chest with a tender smile. He sat you down on the bed and gave you a proper hug, mouth pressing loving kisses on your forehead and temple as his hand caressed the back of your head, holding you as close to him as possible.

“I’m so sorry Y/N, I really am. I love you so, so much, I’m really sorry for all the stupid words I’ve thrown at you,” he said, and you shook your head, squeezing your arms around his middle tightly as an answer.

“I guess I have to accept that you have eyes only for me. But you know, it’s hard to acknowledge it and believe it when you find everyone around you ten times more beautiful than you are,” you mumbled against his chest as you sat on his lap, and he nodded, feeling a lump rising in his throat.

“I know Y/N, I know. I wish I could rid you of those insecurities, my heart breaks each time I see you so unsure of yourself. You're just so beautiful and amazing, it honestly kills me to see you like this,” he whispered, and you bitterly chuckled, gently pulling away to look at him with pearly eyes, his arms around you holding you still tight, making sure that you wouldn’t go too far from him.

“You can’t do that, but maybe you can help me soothe them by keeping loving me the way you’ve done since day one,” you mumbled, and he smiled, his eyes shining with tears just like yours.

You both cupped each other’s face and sadly smiled at the other, Juyeon feeling comforted at the sensation of your thumbs wiping the tears away from his cheeks and vice versa.

“We just need time, love, but I promise I’m going to help you realise how much you mean to me and how beautiful you are. And how much I don’t care about other girls,” he mumbled, and he gently drew your face closer to his, your lips grazing against his mouth. You closed your eyes at the proximity, feeling so much love and passion in his kiss that it was getting hard to breathe.

“I love you so much, Y/N,” Juyeon pulled away from your lips and whispered against your mouth, his hot breath mixing with yours.

“I love you too,” you smiled, burying your face in his neck, your boyfriend kissing the crown of your head while hugging you tight.

You giggled as Juyeon applied pressure on your waist, making you fall on your side on the bed. His hand gently cradled your cheek, thumb caressing your cheekbone with a soft smile on his face. You closed your eyes and pressed your forehead against his, feeling him chuckle and gently press his lips against yours.

[theomengirl]

~ GOM as a father ~

[notes] ~ hello! i' m sorry for not being active for the past two weeks because i was battling writer's block, and since college has started it also got in the way of my writing. the requests are piling up and i'll try to work on them as soon as possible ;;; here's a hc of your fav gom boys while you wait. thank you! ♡

Kuroko

the most normal out of the 6.

he’s really appreciative and compliments his child on something they do.

the type to give a sweet morning call and kisses them as soon as they wake up.

later at night, he would read them books and stay longer before their bedtime just to have a simple talk. “what was your favorite part of today?”

also assures them that he's all-ears if they're bothered by something.

no matter how bad his day went, he would never show it in front of them.

you and Kuroko always stick a note filled with encouraging words on their lunchbox to boost their spirit.

sets a healthy lifestyle to help with their growth because he doesn't want them to take after his low stamina.

he loves to assist when they have an art project and he'd display the artwork at home while giving a pat on the head. "look at this awesome work made by you."

Kise

the moment he officially became a dad, he cried for a whole day.

one night, you felt exhausted and Kise wasn't on the bed the moment you woke up. then you found him at the room next door, snoring on the carpet with scattered diapers while your child was sleeping soundly in their crib.

hangs family pictures all over the house and he puts his child's shots throughout the years. he's also active on social medias to boast about his little family.

he's clingy and would give big hugs and kisses at random times, for no reason at all. often argues about who love whom more.

a little sad when they refuse to accept his affection. "dad, stop it. i'm older now." "doesn't matter, i'd still hug and kiss you every day even if you grow grey hair."

spoils them with toys until there's barely any space to keep them, which gaining him a whack from you. "don't buy toys anymore." but he just couldn't look away and came home with another one.

brags about the magazines which he featured on. "doesn't your dad look handsome here?"

he takes his child to his photoshoot site once in a while and the people there would squeal.

his heart breaks if he sees them getting frustrated or sad. "hey, you have your mom and me. you'll always be our biggest pride so let's figure out together, alright? now should we crash at your favorite restaurant?"

gets excited when they do. he's also good at role plays, sometimes a cop, a prince, a monster, etc.

Midorima

a little awkward and confused as how to act natural when his child pretend to shoot him or he plays a prince.

"mom, can you play with me? dad's terrible." then he'd call Kise to ask for some advice.

often doubts himself whether he's a good father or not, but that thought got washed out after his child came home saying he got an A for his essay; 10 things i love about my father. reading it before he leaves for work has become a routine.

bonds over basketball. he'd teach his child how to shoot threes and encourage them until they get better.

he makes sure they keep lucky items with them every day.

totally lost his cool and was panicking when his child got a fever. you tried to calm him down but he instantly rushed to the hospital, only to return home again because the doctor said it wasn't serious; just a usual fever every kid runs to.

the type to set a curfew.

might push them in term of academics, but not too hard. and he would always praise them no matter how bad the score they get. "it's just a number. i just hope you understand the subject so it'll be an advantage for you in the future, you can always do better, because you're our son/daughter."

lowkey jealous if the Shutoku uncles get close to them and glares at Takao because his child seems to favor him.

Aomine

the troublemakers in the house, especially if he has a son. a carbon copy just in a smaller size.

definitely passes on his basketball legacy and they would lose track of time. you had to call them multiple times over dinner only to get responded with "5 more minutes!" and lasted for another hour.

tells them the importance of teamwork no matter how good they are in basketball. he doesn't want his child to repeat his mistake in the past.

"why are you worried over the exam you just finished, when the scores aren't out yet at that? honey, tell the kiddo what place i was during high school," he said as he laid down on the sofa, watching tv while picking on his nose. "your dad was in last place."

he would give a lesson to whoever tries to pick up on or belittle his child.

try to position himself a friend instead of a parent so they'll not be afraid to open up to him.

calls them with pet names he comes up with or he just go with "oi kiddo"

lots of skinship and he often buries them under his large body or traps their head under his shirt when he's being playful.

"don't grow up too fast. i'll be sad, you know?"

Murasakibara

despite his habit of unhealthy eating, he restricts his child to do the same.

"no more candies." "but dad, you had it more than me. can i, please?" "no. you're still growing, your teeth will rot." "so can i eat as much as you once i grow up?" "still no."

the happiest when the school invites parents for a one-day activity together. the other children hover around him because they find his purple hair amusing.

you were amazed by how much he had matured after having a child compared to before the marriage.

rewards them with snacks and sweets if they achieve something.

loves to give them teddy bear hugs.

Akashi

sets good examples that his child would follow; a man with manners.

pays full attention to their education. at the same time he takes things slowly and is aware that his child isn't a machine that should excel at everything.

"please do tell me if you ever feel like the lesson doesn't suit you. talk to me, okay?"

says "i love you" or "you're the greatest thing ever happened in our life" whenever he gets the chance.

tries his best to spend some time with them despite his busy schedules as he doesn't want to lose track of their growth.

takes them along to his business trips, classical concerts or simply playing basketball with the uncles from Teiko in hopes that his child will learn naturally by watching.

he would never demand them to be perfect like the doctrine he received from his father, because his child's happiness is number 1 priority above anything else.

teaches them leadership skills and how to earn other people's respect without hurting them.

overall, he avoids to repeat his past by being more considerate and affectionate to his own child which he treasured so much.

[lovehotelreservation]

A Matter of Pride

Summary: Courage.

What more could Foulques need than that?

Yet as he found himself reflecting in the time since that day at the North Shroud that he would never forget, his fingers still tingled from the hand that desperately reached out to him.

His gaze focused on the Miqo’te sitting across from him, innocently enjoying her dessert.

What he needed was S’nissa. 

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: WoL!OC/Foulques

ME TAKING UP LNC AND MEETING FOULQUES: I HOPE THIS DOESN’T AWAKE ANYTHING IN ME

ME TOWARDS THE END OF THE LNC QUESTS: G D I

AT LEAST I CAN THANK @vexingrandiloquence FOR THE CHANCE TO TURN THINGS AROUND ; v ; TYSM FOR COMMISSIONING ME~!!!

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How does one fall asleep after nearly plummeting to their demise?

It was a question that had lingered in Foulques’s mind since that fateful day at the North Shroud, especially whenever he found himself staring out the window.

Never had he felt such righteous fury, the vengeance clawing at his soul demanding for justice soaked in crimson--a fitting retribution from the prejudiced bastards at the Lancers’ Guild. He was ready to quench the thirst of his spear, if not for the retaliating lance that knocked him back in defense of the Wood Wailers who were sent in to apprehend him.

But on the same end, to have experienced such an intense fear that left his entire being feeling hollow the moment that his footing slipped off the edge was a foreign sensation, one that rendered him chilled to the pit of his soul every time he recounted that day in the time that had since passed.

It was a sensation he truly hoped to never go through ever again.

Though, something he wasn’t quite against from experiencing once more was the sensation of a hand--welcoming yet protective--reaching out to seize hold of his, a grip so tight despite belonging to such a petite figure.

The cry of his name, the desperate efforts to bring him back up to safety.

How strange it felt to be wanted.

“You know, they say it’s impossible to frown when eating jellied compote.”

Brought out from his reverie, his dark pink eyes flickered from gazing out the window to instead face into the alluring irises of sapphire and jade.

His rival, his savior, the thorn in his side and yet greatest inspiration--S’nissa.

Before finishing her gelatin treat with one last spoonful, she teasingly continued, “But then again, this is you we’re talking about.”

As he sat across from her at the dining table, it was then that dark pink eyes flashed at her as his fingers continued to spear his spoon into his cup, lips parting to muse in soured reflection,

“Tell me, if you stood as the very embodiment of true courage, would you prefer to find yourself reduced to that of a fair house maiden?” His head tilted to the side, one eyebrow lifting as his lips fell into a frown. “To be left standing by while the only other soul worthy of your prowess in the entirety of this realm gets to display their strength in witness of friend and in face against foe?”

Needless to say, Foulques wasn’t exactly taking to being bedridden all too kindly.

To think they had gone from his drawing his spear at her to her offering a roof over his head at her home.

It was then that S’nissa’s lips, rather than savoring the last of her dessert, only formed into a pout instead, all while her eyes darted aside as she huffed with puffed cheeks, “Just say you didn’t want dessert then.”

“Hmph, the compote is worthy to have its place on my palate,” Folques snorted just before he plunged his spoon into his dessert one last time as a knowing smirk formed on his features. “But there is one confection that I’ve been meaning to savor.”

His sudden yet subtle dip in tone had S’nissa’s ears quirk.

Foulques stood up from his chair, extending an arm to rest right on her head.

Before during her days with the Lancer’s Guild, she would have assumed this gesture was him literally wanting to belittle her.

However, as his hand stroked her hair, with one thumb brushing over the soft green fur of her ears, his touch was as affectionate as could be as he drew out delighted purrs from her lips.

Affectionate for a prideful bastard like him, at least.

Ever did they toe that line beyond friend or foe.

As to where they stood now, the slow trailing touch of his hand dragging from her hair to cup her chin instead made this clear.

His voice low, he inquired, “Now come--your training in Coerthas must have you on edge, no?”

“‘On edge…?’” She repeated curiously just before her eyes began to widen as the realization of where this was going soon dawned.

Foulques let out a snort, even as his lips remained fixed in a smirk. “You take up the mantle of Dragoon, and become so flustered by words? Just wait until I am through with you.”

Her ears straightened while a hot surge of red flashed across her face, making her cheek markings and the small scar across nose all the more preciously profound. “D-Don’t get all cocky so quickly! You haven’t even started and you’re already so--!”

S’nissa had full intention to finish her sentence.

But the pressing of Foulques’s lips smothering her own had something else in mind.

He kissed her with such firmness, a kind of imposing pressure that nearly demanded for her to do something in return.

As their mouths soon parted, Folques admired her dazed expression triumphantly, all while his tongue trailed over his smirking mouth as he savored the taste of her lips and the faint trace of her jellied dessert.

He readied to kiss her once more while scooping her into his arms, but not before murmuring out hotly, “Just be at ease and watch as I show you euphoria that no other craven could even think to give you.”

“You would do this for me--?” The question barely got out of her lips as she was immediately hoisted up into his arms, a simple feat for him given the staggering difference in size between their bodies.

His large hands were already roaming over her body while he hauled her to her bedroom, his voice haughty and husky as he spoke, “It’s simply gratitude between warriors.”

A kick at the door to her room and they were soon joined together on the bed, with Foulques taking his place upon her, his hands yanking at her clothes. Her attempts to undress him were halted by him taking her wrists within one hand with ease, an arrogant smirk on his lips that silently declared his intentions.

She was to be the one treated.

But Foulques couldn’t help but feel spoiled as he continued to undress her, the reveal of the body to the one person he considered worthy only stoking the ravaging flames of his own desire.

The sight of her supple breasts, the precious way her thighs pressed together, the adorable quirk of her ears, the sensitivity to her tail when his hands happened to trace against it--to find such pleasures outside of battle was as inspiring as it was alluring.

And how delighted he was to indulge in her fully.

His touch was not vicious as he explored her body, but he was the embodiment of intense.

The pressure applied to her nipples by his lips while his hands groped her plush breasts, the deliberate and skillful drags of his fingers as they delved between her thighs to caress over her core.

To render her breathless was bliss.

But to reduce her to a squirming, blushing mess when he buried his face onto her drooling center, feasting away with the swift strokes of his tongue swapped with precise suckles onto her clit, his fingers sinking into her thighs as he kept them pressed on either side of his head until she was bucking her hips wildly with the approach of her orgasm--it ignited a sense of genuine pride unlike anything that his pursuit of courage was even close to eliciting.

As she was left to catch her breath, Foulques only felt all the more determined to please her further, his vanity validated once he finally undressed, his lips smirking as he watched her eyes grow wide at the sight of his long and thick erect cock.

“What’s the matter, S’nissa? A weapon too mighty for even you to handle?” He taunted playfully.

“Don’t ruin the mood!” She huffed yet again, her pouting lips soon treated to a kiss, which then parted once she felt the blunt tip of his dick press against her.

“Perhaps not the mood, but I will be certain to ruin you…!” His words fell into a hiss as he proceeded to ease himself into her core, his eyes squeezing shut in pleasure as hot and slick velvety walls enveloped his cock.

The pleasured cry she let out while her arms scrambled to wrap around his neck served as the encouragement he needed to begin pumping himself in and out of her. Feeling her body press right against his, his physique overwhelming hers by size and build alone, was heaven. And yet, knowing this body belonged to the one person who stoked his warrior’s pride was a pleasure that he would never forget.

She was someone worthy of true courage, to face off against him in battle.

The way she moaned and writhed beneath him--nothing set his heart aflame just as much, a desire to pit the might of his body against hers seizing at him.

And he was determined to do so.

In due time.

If there was anything to be gained from the reflection he had in the time since passed, it was to show his thankfulness to her. 

Not just once, but for as long as he possibly could.

As long as she would have him, of course.

“That’s right--continue to release those moans that no one else may be able to elicit out of you. I’ll remind you of this steadfast truth until the sun is blotted from the sky: The only one who can best you in bed is me, S’nissa--I’ll make sure your body never forgets this!”

At the end of his passionate decree, Foulques kissed her once again as he pummeled his cock into her up until they both reached their orgasms, with her arms tightening their hold around his neck, her legs hugging his hips, her nails sinking into his shoulderblades--their bodies kept close up until they fell together onto the bed in dazed euphoria.

Right as S’nissa was about to draw away from him, she was only brought into his own embrace, hugging her tightly with a hold that would not relinquish her any time soon.

Feeling her snuggle up to his chest, it was then that at long last, Foulques’s lips softened into a small but genuine smile.

If he did have to fall, it may as well be in love.

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G U Y S I’M ONTO SOMETHING

Ares, when gregor isn’t around, has no one. sure luxa and aurora do their best but he just feels like he can’t/shouldn’t be a burden to them or be selfish by dumping all of his problems on them(this is horribly toxic thinking if you experience this GET. HELP. you are NOT a burden and you DESERVE LOVE.)

but back to the sad fictional bat: Ares just has no one. he finds he’s most comfortable alone, although rather lonely... but well, chased to the outskirts to hunt due to ostracizing from his peers, he runs into Ripred doing the same thing and Ares, while apologizing for trespassing finally just breaks.  The gnawer asks what he’s bawling about and it all just comes tumbling out.

After a good long time of just gushing out all the pent up pressure, Ares shifts uncomfortably and apologizes again. He thanks the older rat for listening and being so kind when Ares had done nothing for him. Ripred cuts him off. “Ares you have been invaluable on every quest you’ve been apart of. and even aside from that, you are a friend. I like you actually, you keep your head on your shoulders and out of those prophecies.” there’s more to it but that’s what I write down. Ares just shakes his head. “you’d be the first to think so.”  “dear bat I doubt that, luxa and her flier quite admire you. the boy loves you to pieces. but of course there’s only so much it can do. especially when they’re around so little.” Ares nods. “you are a good friend, Ripred. thank you.” The gnawer almost smiles. “I sure will be.” and leaves the bat bewildered. but with a mixture of fear and hope. Ripred’s tender moments are rare. being around him often could make everything worse. he’d be even MORE ridiculed for associating with a gnawer, and he could just get a whole new layer of abuse added to his plate. or... or maybe Ripred could be his friend? they understood each other to a degree. both ostracized by their peers and alone, abused and depressed. scraping at the bottom. but Ripred didn’t care what anyone else thought, right? He surely wasn’t pining for affection. but... maybe he was a little lonely too.

Ares returns home with a bit of weight lifted off his chest. he’d finally talked about his problems... and hadn’t been ridiculed. he’d been comforted and validated. what a beautiful feeling.

a week or so later, Ares is training in the arena. alone. he was the only bat without a rider and ajax constantly reminded him about the empty space on his shoulders and in his heart. He knew he was top of his class in strength, speed, and near top on agility. but it was never enough. he was always ‘stupid.’ ‘clumsy’ and ‘arrogant.’ whatever. all the flier’s suddenly stop. a gnawer approaches the entrance. It’s Ripred, as per usual to meet with the council and royal family. everyone is wary and Ares ignores him. ajax goes with his bond to greet their guest but the rat brushes them off like last nights stand.

he looks up. “Ares!” he calls “Ares my swift death on dark wings, my epitome of aerodynamics!” The entire arena stops. all eyes on Ares. he felt himself shrink into his fur and flush with embarrassment and rage. the last thing he needed was more attention. especially for this. was this his way of being a friend? humiliating him? Ares, as professionally as possible, coasts down to see what the old rager could want with him.

Ripred just... talks to him. and coaxes ares to talk back. he almost completely ignores vikus and solavet. he even insults ajax to his face, berating and belittling him until the large red flier visibly cowers. that’s his specialty. he attacks ruthlessly and furiously about his abuse towards Ares. and the smaller fliers inferiority to him. Ares literally begs him to stop. the rat is having too much fun. after his meetings Ripred finds Ares again, and even drags him to dinner in the great hall. Ripred can actually be rather charming and kind. and Ares actually talks tenfold what he normally does, speaking in real sentences. 

months go by and the two keep in touch. Ripred visits the flier’s hunting grounds often, and the Arena as well. Ares visits him too. at first ares tries to avoid him, given that the rat is very loud and boastful about his big buff handsome flier friend. calling him pet names and advertising his infinite endeering qualities to any regalian or flier in earshot. 

but Are can’t help but laugh and smile. it honestly feels kinda good to joke with someone and have them care, have the be proud of him. the abuse over it fades and he starts being recognized as the trusted friend of the most dangerous creature in the underland. Ares only gets stronger as he occasionally carries his new friend around and they even did a training session together. no one could deny his impossible strength. Ripred won’t shut up about his incredibly studly bat babe and Ares just gets used to it. he talks more, he laughs more he moves in with ripred’s gang and even has a group of bat friends. but he will always spend his nights in Ripred’s den and hunt with his pack. 

He learns to speak gnawer and knows the deadlands like no bat ever has. Ares befriends all 32 of the gnawers in their possey and they all share a slightly sadistic sense of humor. they laugh and joke together and protect eachother. He heals emotionally and learns to let peoples words roll off his shoulders in a healthy way. and there will always be bad people who are cruel to him but with Ripred’s protection and influence, it becomes less and less. 

Living with the pack Ares gets to know pearlpelt. and they have more in common than they thought. loneliness, abuse, and deep rooted mistrust. Ares becomes a mediator between Ripred and the pup. Ripred lets it happen. as long as Ares helps babysit. Ares adopts pearlpelt full time but forces Ripred to help. there’s arguing there’s fighting but for the pup and future of the underland. and for their unspoken bond. they make it work. With Ares help a huge load is taken off of Ripred and he pushes himself to be more patient and kind.

they train together and talk together and ares even sleeps with the pup to help comfort him. He listens to his trauma. he teaches him rhymes and all about the humans and fliers. the good and the bad. he makes sure pearlpelt won’t blame them for what happened to him. he gets it into his head that his white coat and massive size are a mere coincidence of the double Y chromosome and albanism. Prophecies are dumb. he gets there before twirltongue and helps him see through her deception. Ares, in trying to train the pup to survive, is endlessely patient and affectionate. Pearlpelt will never go a day without someone saying ‘I love you’ or giving him a hug. because he knows what it does to your head. Ripred and Ares actually co-parent the bane. it doesn’t get between them. Ripred and Ares still fly talk, and laugh together. Pearlpelt quickly becomes too big for Ares to carry, but pearlpelt works harder than ever so he can carry his big black friend. Ares brings him human food from Regalia (as well as ripred, can’t forget his bestie) And the bane grows up a lot more stable and a lot more open minded and informed. Pearlpelt will never accept the humans. but he will not fight ares. he even meets luxa. they talk. they hear eachother’s pasts. they feel an understanding. they argue but come to an agreement.  Ripred is always there to jeer and coo over him and Ares does it back. Ares and Ripred still visit regalia once a month for dinner and they bring pearlpelt with them. only after solavet dies of ‘mysterious causes’ all species start to form bonds and a multi city city is built. the dam is rebuilt and the garden of hesperdes is restored. pearlpelt matures and mellows out into the perfect hybrid of his two adopted dads. Aes goes from glossy black to silver and finds it difficult to fly. pearlpelt carries him wherever he wants and often to his own den to play with the heirs to the gnawer throne. ripred a lighter shade, is always with him. you’d thin they were bonded or married by how they smiled and talked or just sat in silence together. they are both less afraid and less lonely.

everything is a little more alright...

[utterlyinevitable]

On The Subject of Love

Paring: Dr. Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Dr. Rebecca Lao)  Word Count: 3.3k Warning: Tame. A few curse words and mentions of sex.  Summary: Becca coaxes Ethan into talking about his experience with love during their visit to Leland Bloom's yacht.  

Author’s Note: this took waaaaay too long to write and i’m still not sure i’m happy with it :/ but thank you @aylamwrites for pre-reading and leaving hilarious comments ❤

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The drive to Leland Bloom’s yacht was staid, a direct contrast to the glorious sunshine surrounding the bubble of the sedan. Ethan was navigating the unfamiliar route to the private yacht club with extreme disdain. His ego wanted to resolve this case and finally put an end to this petulant competition with Mass Kenmore Hospital. Sitting in the passenger seat of his car was his favorite accomplice, Becca, calmly staring blankly out the window and still so unsure of his feelings towards her. 

She knew she riled him up when she went behind his back to seek out the first high-profile patient, influencer Gwenyth Monroe. Though, in her defense, the man wasn’t actively trying to save the Diagnostics Team from the budgetary chopping block. Ethan Ramsey was always so blinded by his pride and ethics - He did the same with their future as well. But, Becca also knew she stepped over the line this morning when she called him a spoiled child in front of Baz and June at Mr. Bloom’s estate. Though she didn't really regret it because someone had to tell him off, the interaction still left a bad taste in her mouth. 

Becca wasn’t too sure where they stood - professionally or romantically. The words Ethan spoke not too long ago in the dark of his office rang through her head: I want to know you as you truly are. 

That was a few weeks ago. There he was breaking down their simply professional facade once again. It was a constant tug-of-war with him. Some days Ethan would let the wall crumble by letting her in or grabbing her hand, and others where he’d build it higher than before just to keep the force of Becca at bay. She didn’t realize how sweet of a memory the two of them creating his Pictagram account during that late-night research session would become. 

He’s such an old man… 

Ethan cut through her reverie, “What are you thinking about?” 

With her gaze fixed on the passing trees and her mind still half-stuck in her daydream, she responded without further consideration, “Do you really never want to get married?”  

Ethan’s brow furrowed at the random intrusion, needing to think before settling on a response. “Are you still stuck on this?”

The two sometimes-lovers spoke briefly about his views on the subject while working on Gwenyth’s case late into the evening. To Becca it was one of the most important questions in building their not-so-subtle budding relationship - she needed to know if Ethan was worth all the… complications. He spoke about how he didn’t believe in soulmates, unconditional love, and his doubts on marriage as an intuition. He never once spoke about his experience with love.   

Looking out the window into the cloudless end of summer day, Becca boldly asked, “Haven’t you ever been in love? Wanted to spend the rest of your life with someone you’ve dated?” 

“Oh god, no,” he scoffed with wide pale blue eyes. “I told you, Rookie, I don’t see the point.”

She rolled her disbelieving brown eyes and let the conversation pause there as they pulled up to the dock. 

***

After the yacht set sail the doctors waited around the stern in a restive silence for 45 minutes while Mr. Bloom wrapped up his business meeting. Once safely away from the prying eyes of investors and colleagues in the yacht's master bedroom, Ethan and Becca begin to run tests and scans on the deteriorating businessman. 

“Mr. Bloom, can I ask you and Caroline a question?” Becca asked as she drew a few samples of blood. “It has nothing to do with your case. Me and my friend here are debating something,” she nodded her head at Ethan’s general direction.  

The patient looked between the two with a devious smile, “Sure, swing.” 

Becca quickly peered over at Ethan standing at an expensive gold and glass table with the mobile sonogram machine, his arms crossed and waiting for her to enlighten the room with her inquiry. 

She shot him a coy smile before turning back to the worldly man and asking, “How did you know you wanted to get married?” 

Ethan stifled a surprising cough. Never in his wildest dreams would he have thought she’d ask a complete stranger that. 

Mr. Bloom smiled as he instantly recalled every moment he has ever spent with his now-wife. 

Closing his eyes he recited, “We’ve been business partners for decades - since college, actually. We were married about 11 years ago. I’ve known her my entire adult life and waited until I was almost 50 to tell her how I really felt.” 

His eyes opened and found Caroline sitting in the chair by the large bay window immediately. The two looking adoringly at one another for a few seconds, speaking volumes in the language of love. For a moment Becca’s heart panged with hope that she could have that level of fondness with a man - that unconditional and unencumbered attachment that precedes words. 

“My recommendation is to tell the other person you have feelings for them from the get-go. It’ll buy you time together. Its - it’s the most precious thing in the world to be with the one you love most.”   

The way Leland Bloom spoke about his wife humanized him - he wasn’t a cut-throat businessman with oligarch-like wealth. He was a man who wanted as much time with his loved one as this world would permit, no matter the cost. 

“But how did you know she was the one?” Becca quizzed further. 

Mr. Bloom looked at Ethan's awkward form first and then to Becca as he asked, “Have you ever been in love?”

Ethan’s attention was focused on watching the images printing, deeply embarrassed by Becca’s brazen question and wanting no part of the conversation. Feeling everyone’s gaze on him he took in the three expectant stares and exclaimed incredulously, “Wha - Of course I have!”   

Becca smiled at the old man, “Yes.” 

“Do you remember how it felt?” Leland’s eyes bore into Becca’s begging the memories to surface. 

She nodded. 

Becca peered over at Ethan for a split second, his eyes meeting hers. She could see the curiosity swirling around his dark blue orbs alongside something else. Feeling ashamed for getting caught staring she bit her lip and tore her eyes away from him before she could even try to pinpoint just what the mystery emotion was.

“It’s like that,” Leland reassured. “But you’re constantly drawn to one another. The simplest and meaningless of tasks make you the happiest. You can sit in the same room in your own little world of silence together. Your heart swells when you look at them.” Like before his eyes flashed over to Caroline. “You’re never bored. And you can rely on them. The most telling sign was that I knew I needed her in my life even before I knew I had feelings for her. The intimacy was an added bonus.” 

He smiled up at his wife who now stood close by with an affectionate hand on her husband’s shoulder.  

“Would you agree, darling?” 

She nodded only for him. “I knew he was my person when he’d stand up for me. He wouldn’t let anyone belittle me or my intelligence. He challenged me to be a better person and comforted me when I needed it. He’s the best partner I could ask for.” Caroline’s body shifted to Becca though her eyes never left Leland’s, “Does that help your debate?” 

Becca looked over at Ethan who didn’t have an inkling of amusement in his features. “I think you’ve just proved my point, but I'll give him a few minutes to form a rebuttal,” she winked at the couple. 

They shared a pleasant laughter at Ethan’s expense. 

“Ok, Mr. Bloom, you’re all set,” Becca beamed as they finished their examination. “We’ll give you a call once we have the results from the lab later today.” 

With a nod of his head Mr. Bloom replied, “Good evening, doctors.” 

Ethan didn’t say a word as they disembarked the vessel. 

“So…” she started, expecting him to begin arguing his case on the disillusion of soulmates. 

Ethan wouldn’t give her the satisfaction. 

The walk back to his sedan was stewing in awkward tension under the afternoon raging heat. More than halfway back to the car Becca had just come to accept the fact that Ethan wasn’t going to engage in their little intellectual tiff when he spoke with a critical eye;   

“How many people have you presumably been in love with?” 

She certainly didn’t expect that to be his first rebuttal. It almost made Becca drop the medical bag she was holding. Almost.  

She simply responded, “Two. You?” 

Over her shoulder she saw Ethan walking straight and stoically, eyes fixed ahead. He was ever so expertly guarded and displaying no telling emotions. 

“Three, maybe,” he shrugged, not giving it a second thought.  

“Maybe?” 

“I don’t think teenage relationships could really count as love.”

“So we won’t count it,” Becca agreed with a small nod. “My number stands at 2.”  

They made it to the car and Ethan popped the truck for them to put the gear. He fussed with the equipment, taking slightly longer than necessary to make sure the bag with the blood samples were safe and secure. Becca eyed him carefully from the sidelines expectantly. 

With a loud thunk of the trunk and eyes glued to the license plate, he hesitated, “One.” 

“Tell me about her.” Becca demanded sweetly as she moved to open the passenger side door. “Or I can go first?” 

“Please,” he motioned for her to continue as they settled into his sedan. 

Becca took a cleansing breath as she buckled herself in for the journey. 

“It was my first year of undergrad. His name was Mack.” Becca could almost hear the roll of Ethan’s eyes as she stared out her window. “We dated for a year and broke up because my workload got intense and I couldn't go out much.” She took a pause as she remembered all those meaningful moments that came to define her adult-self. “He was a liberal arts major, really outgoing. He brought me out of my shell and taught me to be the person I am today. I’m really thankful for him, but more grateful that it didn’t work. I loved him, but I know now I definitely wasn’t in love with him. Looking back I don't even know how we would have made anything work.” Becca chuckled to herself. “He works in television now.”

There was a pause before she continued onto the second romantic love she’s ever experienced. Part of her hoped Ethan would jump in with an antidote. 

Still, he kept his eyes on the road ahead. 

“My last relationship was during med school. He was something else,” Becca continued with a vibrant smile. “We had great chemistry and a good time together.” 

The affection in her voice for the nameless man instinctively had Ethan gripping at the wheel just tight enough for his knuckles to turn white. Medical school wasn’t more than two years in her past, still enough time for the exes to find their way back to one another… 

“We thought we were supposed to be together because that’s what you’re told as a kid - go to school, find your soulmate, get that good job, get married and have babies. We groomed each other to be all that. But the pressure of trying to be someone’s perfect person was too much. He went to California and I went to Boston. I don’t know what he’s up to today.”

Her smile faltered as she wordlessly recalled the day she and Thomas Miller III walked out of one another’s life for good. Ethan would be lying if he said he wasn’t a little relieved to know her break up was not amicable.  

“Your turn.” 

Becca didn’t have the strength to turn and face him, the still-raw memories were playing out against the glass of the rear-view mirror and she couldn’t banish them just yet.

Ethan began to recite his past relationship like a bulleted list, checking off any sort of pertinent information; “It was for nearly 10 months. During medical school. She was gracious and brilliant. We never saw much of each other but when we did we had the most riveting medical debates. It was good fun.” 

“That’s it?” Becca questioned in astonishment. Her brows were furrowed as she tried to keep her mouth from hanging open. How could someone look back on their first love with such displeasure? Even if it ended horribly the feeling of being in love is magical... and shouldn’t that in itself be celebrated?  

He nodded. 

Becca folded her arms across her chest and bit her lip as she pondered his words. 

With the slightest scoff Becca boldly concluded, “I don’t think you were in love.” 

Ethan was taken aback, clenching his jaw tightly in blatant refusal of conveying his surprise at her account of what happened with his heart while she was still in grade school. “How would you know?” he retorted.  

“Because if you were you’d see each other all the time,” she responded simply and with a jovial lightness - like she’d cracked an undefined code. “You’d forgo sleep to spend some time together. You’d talk about your insecurities, your family, your dreams of the future. Not just medicine and cases.” 

“You’re romanticising it.”  

That one phrase stirred something up deep inside Becca. Who was he to tell her those things didn’t matter in a relationship? Those are the things they talk about and she… she wouldn’t admit to it. With that one romantic phrase they dove back into the quarrel Ethan so desperately didn’t want to be having. 

Undeterred by consequences she countered, “How often did you have sex?”  

“Excuse me.”  

“You heard me,” she challenged.  

Ethan let out a long breath of air. They were stuck together for at least another 25 minutes and there wasn’t a single thing he could say to dodge his way out of this one. Although he didn’t like the fact, they both were acutely aware that Rebecca is the only person who could ever ask him an impudent question. She had earned that right that night he crossed the line and they ruined one another in the most pleasurable of ways.

“Once, maybe twice a month, I think.”

“Months!?” Becca practically jumped out of her seat. Her head whipped around to face him.  

Ethan hadn’t moved from the upright position and tight grip on the steering wheel she noted when they began their journey back to Edenbrook. The only thing that was running through Becca’s mind as she gawked at the admirable DNA of the man beside her was: How?  

“It was a long time ago,” Ethan said, still completely unflappable. “I can’t remember correctly.” 

“I was lucky to have sex twice a week.” Gosh, there were so many questions fluttering around Becca’s mind that she just couldn’t find the right words to articulate how unfathomable his confession seemed. 

She watched as he raised an eyebrow, “You had other priorities.”  

“No,” she stopped him right there with a point of her finger. “I had the same education as you. In between classes, assignments and reading your entire body of work I found time to find time.” 

The corner of Ethan’s lip twitched when she mentioned her devotion to his life’s work. 

Becca couldn’t believe he dared question her priorities - he read her application, he knows just how diligent and qualified she is. 

She wanted to continue arguing but knew it was futile. Instead she asked another innocent question, “How many relationships have you been in since her?” 

“Hurm, one,” Ethan grumbled, “Harper.” He paused to look at Becca out the corner of his eye for any sort of reaction. She gave him no ill indications - Her alert brown eyes were on him and brows rose high, awaiting further explanation. The two have had a quick quip on his history with the surgeon, but nothing past hearsay. “We’ve been on and off since residency,” he told her once more. “Now can we stop talking about this?”

Becca conceded, settling back into the shiny black leather. “I can’t believe you dated Harper,” she mused as she played with her seatbelt strap, “You two are so…” 

“Different?” Ethan finished for her. “We actually have a lot of the same interests.”  

“Intense,” Becca grinned as she finished her train of thought. “But I'm glad you got along.”  

“We didn’t.”  

If she wasn’t confused by the attendings’ relationship before she sure as hell was now. “Wha- How? You just said you have a lot in common.”  

“Having similar interests and getting along are not mutually exclusive, Doctor,” Ethan smirked. 

With a slack jaw and eyes trained on him once more, Becca all but demanded, “Explain please.”  

“We were two people at the top of our respective classes,” he began. “Medical journal leeches were pitching us again and again. Everyone was pushing us together - a power couple, if you will.” 

“The pride of Edenbrook,” she muttered in understanding.  

Ethan nodded, “Pretty much.”  

“Did Naveen orchestrate your coupling?” she asked. “He loves a good gossip story.”  

Ethan shook his head once, “Naveen just wants me to be happy. At that moment he thought she’d make me happy.”  

Becca let his words settle amongst them. She shouldn’t feel unsettled by his honesty, yet she did. There were too many comparable variables coming to light today. 

Becca chewed on her bottom lip for a few pensive seconds before asking the fated question; “Did you like her?” 

As soon as the words fell off her tongue she shut her eyes. She didn't want to see the damage the words could cause, and yet her body craved the answer. 

“I had an affinity for her, if that’s what you mean,” he asked but didn’t give her the chance to clarify. “We had the same interests; both of us very career-orientated. Ultimately that’s what got in the way.” He paused for a moment, thinking carefully about his next words. He said them slowly and a decibel quieter than the last, “And that I didn’t have highly romantic feelings for her.” Just then Becca’s eyes shot open, fixed at his loosened grip of the steering wheel. “I still have a lot of respect and admiration for her.” 

A small smile crept up on Rebecca. Those words alone held all she needed to know - Harper Emery never was and never will be a contender for Ethan’s heart. 

“Then why do it?” 

He shrugged as his features settled back into their default stoicism, “It was the right thing to do. If we didn’t… people would spend the rest of our lives forcing us together.” 

She cocked an eyebrow, “So your relationship was a PR stunt…?”

“Absolutely not. I’m not a low-life, Becca.” He took pure offense that she thought he would do anything without a saturation of intention. “We tried because it seemed right. It seemed… inevitable... to try.”

“Huh, ok.” 

He used her words against her. ‘Inevitable’ was what they were. Does he feel the same way about their relationship that he felt about Harper? Surely he didn’t, but she’d have no way to know. Ethan Ramsey kept pushing her away, and yet years ago he refused to wait and chose to explore those ineludible feelings with someone else. 

Was Harper the reason we aren’t together, since he’s done the whole ‘inevitable’ tango before? She speculated.  

Ethan’s next comment broke through her trance, “Aside from those disasters called relationships I have spent time with a few other women. You can rest assured I’m not completely incapable of intimacy.” 

“I know you’re not a robot, Ethan,” she lamented. I’m happy to be one of those women. 

Becca was glad he opened up to her, and for their intimacy all those months ago. Though, the gnawing of how many other women Ethan Ramsey had taken to bed in the days without her or Harper Emery plagued her mind. She wanted to press further but knew not to - she pushed her luck too much for one day.

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[glitterytidalwavedragon]

Seto Kaiba (The Tsundere that is the American Dub) *Head Cannon. Kaiba x Reader*

Okay, here me out. I know I did a head cannon about the different types of relationship head cannons, but as a writer and fangirl (I’ll admit it), we all have more than one. My favorite, which I didn’t realize was a thing until a friend pointed it out, is the Seto Kaiba Tsundere. This happened because I was explaining later parts of my fanfic to her and she was like, “isn’t there a name for that?” and I was all like “OMG! Why didn’t I realize it?!” 

So here you have it, Seto Kaiba Tsundere head connen. (Also like, Kaiba’s KC logo changed over time.)

Get ready, the Dragon has claws! Once Seto Kaiba knows he likes you, expect him to try to push you away by be belittling everything you do, even breathing.

Anyone else insults you, oddly he attacks them with his insults, not you. But he will yell at you to get a spine...even if you have one.

However, should anyone dare hit on you within fifty yards of the man, he will be at your side and cut down any who believe they are worthy of you. 

You happen to one day, put a hand on his shoulder to grab his attention and wish him luck in his duel, the man loses it, yells at you about personal space before stomping off. His ears will be red. 

Trip and fall, or hurt yourself? He will aggressively call you an fool while checking to ensure you are okay before rolling his eyes. 

Your birthday came? Well, it depends where you are. Should you be alone, you may “happen” to run into him, expect him to be holding something completely out of his character but rightly in yours before declaring a crazy fan gave it to him. He will throw it in your direction and pout if you don’t take it right away. 

*His pouting is a tight line on his lips and his eyebrows twitching as he tries to not show expression. 

Should you be with friends, Yugi and co, he will declare that their gifts are meaningless and a birthday should give you something useful that you can enjoy. Behold, you get a gift because he had to prove his “Superior Judgement” .

My god help the man the moment he catches you laughing at one of his insults or jokes. Seto will lose himself in either thinking you are adorable or try desperately to make you laugh again. 

If you are too cute and find yourself stuck with Kaiba, congrats, you just broke the man and will recieve the most awkward confession of your life.

*Expect something along the lines of “Why can’t you just stay with me and not the geek squad” followed by a frustrated expression and bright pink ears. 

Should you ask if it’s a confession, well. He will call you an idiot and shout at you to figure it out before leaving. 

Accept his confession, PDA is not your normal PDA. 

Joey looks like he is flirting, Seto will give you a coffee and say your hair or outfit ‘suits you’. 

You look upset on the street? He will throw his coat over you and tell you to stop looking so gloomy, that you “Should be happy he is letting you use his coat” while trying to avoid eye contact. 

Crying in public? This is will be ONLY time you receive a kiss and hug in front of others. You both will leave the area quickly afterwards. 

*If you are really sad, crying, and upset, (close to an emotional break down or sobs) he tell you “Don’t be like this, you have me at your side. After all, there is no one else in the world who can make Seto Kaiba love them”. This comes VERY rarely. All else fails, he will cuddle you in a nearby isolated area. 

Kaiba will give you all the love and affection behind close doors. Should Mokuba see you both, he will declare that you are cold and needed to warm up quickly. 

*FYI, Kaiba gets cold, easily, odds are that his excuse is really the other way around. 

Overtime, Seto will become nothing but an affectionate stuffed-dragon. When alone. 

Should anyone ever call him out on how he treats you, he will shout and defend his pride with “Well none of you are worth my time, maybe if you could measure up to them you would receive some type of praise from me” 

Everytime he says he loves you, he blushes. Its adorable if you catch him. 

Well! I hope you all liked the head cannon! It has been a while! Also I think tomorrow I will be announcing the next fanfic I am working on! It is not Yugioh related but there will be one-shots still! 

Later peeps!

Link to my glorious fanfiction! -> CLICK ME! 

[alj4890]

Choices September Challenge

Day 21 Vision

(Hugh Crawford x MC*Elizabeth Hayes) A Choices The Unexpected Heiress drabble

A/N This VIP book has hooked me. I did not expect all the mystery and such in this period drama. And I didn't expect to come to adore Hugh's character as much as I have. He has so many characteristics I adore: sweet, ready for whatever MC needs, sense of humor, and able to handle himself with the upper classes and those of lesser standing. I am not solely focusing on the murder mystery part for this drabble but exploring more of his one on one with the MC as they grow closer. *SPOILER WARNING for a few parts of this Choices book*

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Masterlist

Perhaps

"Ms. Hayes!"

Elizabeth turned around. She scanned the crowded sidewalk for the one who called her name.

Her eyes finally alighted on the young solicitor who was eagerly making his way through the crowd.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Crawford." She held her hand out to him. "I didn't expect to see you in London."

"I was called upon to speak to a potential client." He waved his hand in the direction she had originally been going. "May I walk with you toward your destination?"

"Yes, please." She smiled up at him. "Your company is always welcome."

His cheeks flushed a bit as he accepted her compliment. "I feel the same for yours."

Elizabeth's maid, Effie, exaggerated clearing her throat with a knowing smile.

"Ms. Hayes? If Mr. Crawford is to accompany you home, would it be alright if I popped in on a friend of mine?"

"Yes, of course." Elizabeth replied.

Once her companion had parted from them, Hugh focused on the lady beside him. "Is this your first time in London?"

"Oh dear, does my lack of travel show through?" She asked.

"Not at all." He corrected. "Though," he leaned closer to whisper, "You are far more cheerful than many of the ladies I have encountered here."

"I suppose my American optimism is unable to be quashed." Elizabeth teased.

"Ah, yes." He chortled. "That must be what sets you apart from every other woman."

They continued a few steps before he spoke again.

"I have been researching a lot about your America recently."

"Oh? For any particular reason?"

"I have been thinking of possibly moving there." Hugh confessed.

"Have you?" Elizabeth turned toward him. "But what of Lord Somerset? What of your other clients?"

"With the number of solicitors in London alone, much less the entire country; I have no doubt that they will find someone to take my place." He winked at her. "I'm not nearly as important to the outcome of their fortunes as I would lead them to believe."

She laughed out loud, eyes cutting coyly to him. "I think you belittle your talent."

"Nonsense." He offered his arm as they crossed the street. "But I do think a change would be nice." His eyes lowered to the diamond engagement ring sparkling on her finger. "I think a change of pace might do wonders for me. I could still work with the wealthy, then use those exorbitant rates I charge them to help the less fortunate with their legal matters."

"I could write to my father." Elizabeth offered. "I know he is always on the lookout for an intelligent, honest solicitor." Her happiness at first seeing him wavered with the fact that she might lose him soon. "You will be greatly missed."

His eyes lifted to her profile. "I think I will miss England more so now that you're here."

Elizabeth turned toward him. "Hugh, there is something I must tell you."

"Forgive me, Elizabeth. That was too forward." He straightened away from her. "You are to marry the heir to the Somerset fortune." He grimaced. "My employers, no less."

"Hugh." She gripped his arm. "You know why I am engaged to Francis."

"I do." He reassured her. "And I have come to appreciate our friendship." He averted his eyes. "Though it was formed from such tragic circumstances."

Elizabeth thought of the secret she and Francis had concerning their engagement. She chewed on her lower lip, longing to tell Hugh the truth. She knew he of all people would understand the need for a fake engagement while they searched for her sister's murderer.

Coming to England as a replacement bride for Francis Somerset after Amelia's tragic death was hard enough to swallow, much less now that she had met a man she could see herself married to.

Why did her father have to be wealthy? Why was he and her stepmother so willing to trade their daughters and inheritance for a nearly bankrupt English title and land? Was it simply one more jewel in their social status crown?

At least Amelia and Francis had fallen in love. But, if she were to live up to their families' wishes, Elizabeth would forever be bound to a man who would see only her sister each time he looked at her. How could they possibly have any chance at happiness when they had both loved Amelia so much? Now that she knew how in love her sister had been with the young lord, it felt terribly wrong to even think of taking her place by his side.

One look at Elizabeth's despondent face made Hugh rouse his cheerfulness. "Here now. We can't have a lady upset when she is to attend her first ball of the season, can we?" He gently patted her hand. "The upper crust will string me up by my dinner jacket tonight if it comes to light that I caused this."

Elizabeth's head jerked up. "Oh! You will be at the ball this evening?"

"I am always invited." He slightly smirked. "Perhaps it is because I am one of those rare individuals in their world. I am neither noble nor servant. I am neither considered beneath them nor a threat toward a single noble searching for an unwed heiress."

Elizabeth shook her head at the vision his description placed in her mind, one of a man apart yet so easily one of the crowd.

She then imagined him dressed formally and how handsome he would be.

"Neither of us really belong there do we?"

"On the contrary." He paused mid step. "You belong in any company." His smile turned tender at her blush. "I expect you to be surrounded by admirers when I arrive."

"Hugh, you're a charming, intelligent gentleman." She reminded him. "I believe that is why they make certain to invite you."

"Perhaps." He repeated.

The nearer they got to her Aunt Maude's home, the more she wished she had more time alone with him.

"Do you by any chance waltz at these balls?" She asked.

"I do actually." His smile flashed. "Unthreatening competition, remember?" He reminded her.

"Then I hope you ask me for a dance." She shyly admitted.

"I shall." He promised, thinking of this being the one chance to hold her within his arms.

They stopped outside of the townhouse, not quite ready to part from one another. Dusk had already settled around them.

Elizabeth decided that she would tell him tonight that she wasn't truly engaged. If there was a chance Hugh might feel as strongly as she did, then she wanted to at least let him know there was no other man who had a claim on her.

"You being unthreatening to the ladies, Mr. Crawford," she said with a flirty smile, "is a falsehood."

She allowed her hand to trail down his arm to grasp his hand, giving an affectionate squeeze. One more veiled compliment couldn't hurt in making sure he sought her out at the ball

"For you are a larger threat than you realize at stealing a particular lady's heart."

Unable to express what her revelation did to him, Hugh bowed his head in farewell. His eyes followed her until she was safely within her aunt's home.

His step seemed a touch more enthusiastic as he hurried off to make himself presentable for the evening. Knowing he would be granted more opportunities to spend with Elizabeth tonight, he couldn’t quite disguise his excited smile as he dressed for the ball.

[the--sad--hatter]

Name Calling (3)

FANDOM - MCU

PAIRING - BUCKY X READER (female reader, no physical descriptions)

WARNINGS - ALL OF THEM, SMUT, VIOLENCE ANGST

DESCRIPTION -  In which the ongoing and bloody war of words between you and Bucky turns in your favor when a disgruntled one night stand of his lets slip a secret when you run into her in the elevator… Now you have all the ammunition you need to destroy your enemy but you don’t plan on killing him quickly. Oh no, Bucky Barnes was going to suffer and you were going to enjoy every second. You just didn’t count on how much you would enjoy it.

Chapter Three - Vernichtung 

Bucky stormed away from the kitchen and from you as fast as his feet could carry him. His chest was heaving and his shoulders were shaking as he tried to contain the rage coursing through him. As soon as you had viciously cut him with your words he had almost lost control for a split second and had slammed his metal fist onto the counter before he could…

“Bucky.” Steve’s voice cut into his anger clouded mind before he could finish the thought.

Bucky paused but didn’t turn around, ragged breaths tearing themselves from his throat as he tried to calm down.

“What was that?” Steve’s voice was low and even and when Bucky ignored him he continued.

“I have never seen her act like that, I’ve never seen heard you say such cruel things either. What the hell happened between you two to cause that?”

Bucky pushed his hair out of his eyes and shrugged half heartedly

“I guess being called damaged goods pushed her buttons and she snapped. And people call me unstable.” Bucky snarked.

Steve glared at him and opened his mouth, probably to give a Captain America patented lecture before realization flickered across his face and he frowned.

“That’s not it Buck, I wouldn’t tell her you said that and besides we were together the whole time. She couldn’t have known what you said about her.” Steve’s tone made it clear he was still annoyed about what exactly Buck had said.

Bucky’s eyes narrowed and he half smirked

“Maybe little miss perfect needs to remember she’s not the only one with enhanced hearing.”

Steve’s mouth opened and closed several times before he clenched his jaw, the ramifications of what Bucky was saying sinking in.

“You heard her coming and knew she could hear you. That’s why you said those things. You wanted her to hear them.”

“She needed to hear it Steve, she prances about this place having everybody fawn over her. She’s nothing special, she’s just a failed experiment. She doesn’t deserve special treatment.” Bucky snarled.

“Are you jealous of her? Buck you have me, you have memories of a life before all that. She had nothing. She was born and raised in that damn facility. People fawn over her because its the first and only kindness she’s ever been shown!” Steve’s volume rose as he spoke

“Get your head together and stop treating her so awful. She deserves better, she’s a good person!” Steve pleaded with his oldest friend.

Bucky scoffed in response and walked away

“She’s not a person at all Steve.”

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Sam raised his fist and knocked on the door as he mulled over the situation with Y/N and Barnes. A couple of seconds passed before the door swung open and he pushed the issues aside for a brief moment so he could spare a heartfelt smile for the red haired spy he had sought out. She responded with a smirk of her own and a raised brow.

“What can I do for you Wilson?” Natasha enquired curiously.

“Need you to help me diffuse a rapidly escalating situation.”

She swung the door open and invited him in with a tilt of her head. Sam made a beeline for the kitchenette and immediately busied himself making coffee. He glanced over to the couch where Natasha was subtly piling up paperwork and files. Noticing him watching she slipped them out of sight.

“Little side project I’m doing for Stark.” She said by way of explanation.

Sam knew that was all the explanation he was going to get.

“So I take it this is about Barnes and Y/N?” She asked

“Man I’m not even gonna ask how you know.”

“Not much outside of a mission could have you this wound up and the tension between them has been growing steadily. It was only a matter of time before it escalated.” She told him.

“Well she overheard him basically calling her unlovable and broken and she responded by reminding him he was a murderer and she… was not. Then Robocop broke the kitchen. You know Steve and I actually thought those two were going to be good for each other once upon a time. Similar backstory and all that.” Sam handed over her coffee as he sighed wistfully.

“There are elements of similarity there but a lot of differences as well. They were never going to get along because they each have the one thing the other wants more than anything.” Natasha told him.

“He has a normal human past and she has a clean rap sheet. It’s like somehow a genie mixed up their wishes.” Sam mused.

Natasha hummed in agreement as she sipped the latte contentedly. Nobody made coffee like Sam Wilson.

“So how do we stop this before somebody gets hurt?” Sam asked her.

Natasha smiled her super spy ‘I know something you don’t know’ smile

“Sometimes Wilson, the only way out is through”

“You’re not honestly suggesting we do nothing? They’ll kill each other.”

“There’s nothing we can do. We can’t make them like each other and any attempts to sway them will be seen as hostile. We just have to pick up the pieces and let them work it out of their systems.” She advised.

“Fine, but when they start Civil War 2 Caps gonna be pissed I’m not on his side. Barnes took my steering wheel, he’s not taking my Y/N.”

“Did you just compare Y/N to a steering wheel?”

“That came out wrong.”

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You curled your body into the smallest ball you could as you soaked up the sense of warmth and safety your current location gave you. Someone’s legs passed your line of vision but you didn’t flinch, you knew who it was. You considered calling out to let him know you were there but decided against it. You were perfectly content where you were and knowing he was close by was enough. The decision was for nought as you yawned softly as the legs passed you by again, the end of your yawn tapering off into a squeak as you stretched. The legs paused in front of you and suddenly you were staring at the upside down amused face of Tony Stark.

“You napping under my desk again Kit Kat?”

“No.”

He raised his eyebrows at you, which from your current position looked comical.

“I’m relaxing, not napping.” You protested as you crawled out from under the desk.

When you had first been brought out of the facility where you were made the only person you felt safe around was Tony. Since Tony spent most of his time in the lab you’d been made to feel at home in the space. In the beginning open spaces still made you uneasy and you’d spent most of your time curled up under his desk. Tony never questioned your behaviour or made you feel weird about it, instead he just took to fondly calling you an abundance of cat related nicknames and made sure there were always blankets and pillows in your little safe space.

Tony tossed a screwdriver in your general direction and pointed you towards… well you weren’t sure what it was. A sci-fi looking contraption.

“Unscrew all the metal plates from the sides.” He instructed you.

“Am I average looking?” You asked him.

He paused from whatever he was doing on the other side of the lab and puzzled over your strange question. Or rather you assumed that was what he was doing. It had been part of Bucky’s original assessment to Steve of you and the only part of his insult you weren’t insulted by. More curious as to whether it was accurate.

“No. You’re beautiful.” Tony said matter of factly and went back to whatever he was doing.

Despite what other thought of him or how he acted with others Tony was actually incredibly patient with you. He never belittled or mocked you. He teased you relentlessly but had never come close to hurting your feelings with it. Whenever you didn’t understand something he just explained it. You had come out of the facility with very little knowledge of the world and the way it worked. Thanks to Tony you were a (mostly) fully functioning adult who could make pop culture references. Whenever you didn’t understand something, which happened less and less you had a system. If it involved science, technology or media you asked Tony. If it involved feelings, social interactions or societal regulations you asked Pepper. It was a good system and it served you well.

“This is the wrong screwdriver” You muttered

You grinned happily at the familiar whizzing sound as Dum-E came over to you excitedly waving the correct screwdriver. You crouched down to him and took it, patting him on the head affectionately. You didn’t see Tony watching you fondly but Natasha watching through the glass door caught it. With a smirk she entered the lab and tossed an envelope onto the desk next to Tony.

“As requested. And before you try and thank me, I was happy to do this one. It was my pleasure.” She quipped, throwing a glance back at you over her shoulder.

Tony looked somewhere between giddy and nervous as he looked down at the envelope. You were too busy babbling away to Dum-E as he tried to assist you with Tony’s contraption to pay attention to what was going on. You had heard Natasha come in but figured she’d come and see you after she spoke to Tony. You didn’t think whatever they were discussing was any of your business. You were wrong. The familiar sound of high heels clipping along the corridor reached your eyes and you stood up excitedly.

“Pepper!” You yelled excitedly

“Um… where?” Tony asked, looking around in confusion.

“That’s my cue to leave.” Natasha informed him and started to slip out of the lab.

She threw you a wink as you frowned at her, wordlessly letting you know she wasn’t ignoring you and everything was alright. She and Pepper passed each other in the doorway as Pepper rushed in.

“Did I miss it? Do you have them?” Pepper demanded of Tony, forgoing all hello’s.

Tony’s eyes barely hit the envelope before Pepper snatched it up and started methodically checking the contents. You and Dum-E shared a look of confusion before Pepper let out a loud exhale and nodded to Tony.

“Alright whiskers, we need to have a talk.” Tony informed you.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

An hour later you were walking around the grounds in a daze. You wandered around aimlessly, your mind going a thousand miles a minute and your stomach churning. Anyone you came across ducked their head and gave you a wide berth, the dark emotions almost visibly rolling off you keeping them away. Until now. You hadn’t really registered the pounding sound of boots hitting the ground as someone jogged around the building. It was only when your blank stare into the void had lined up with the jogger that you crashed back into your own mind and you scowled. Around the same time Bucky slowed his jog down as he noticed you, his expression contorting to a scowl as well.

You almost swerved off the path to go walk across the grass and away from him but you refused to give him the satisfaction and instead jutted your chin up and glared at him.

“Soldat.” You hissed at him scathingly.

He nodded cooly at you as he casually jogged passed

“Vernichtung.” He tossed the greeting back at you with a smirk.

Your insides twisted painfully and bile rose up in the back of your throat when you heard the word. You screeched to a halt with a gasp as you tried to suck in enough oxygen. Bucky noted your reaction with a victorious grin.

“Don’t. Don’t call me that. Ever.” You growled out.

Bucky ceased jogging and turned back round to look at you and saw your wide eyed panicked expression. Your shoulders were raised and your hands clenched into fists as you hyperventilated. Bucky frowned, the beginnings of guilt stirring in him. You looked terrified, he could practically smell the fear on you. Yet… you had called him soldat first. A few hours ago you had called him a killer. In fact this was probably another act you were putting on, like your little performance with the waffles. His eyes narrowed at you.

“Why? That is your name isn’t it? That’s what they called you before Stark picked you up and gave you a new name. Like re homing a pet from the pound.”

Your eyes snapped up to his, fury beginning to push out the fear in your system.

“That’s all you are you know. An abused stray The Avengers picked up.”

The more he spoke the clearer your mind got. He thought he was getting to you but his words were having the opposite effect to what he intended. He was only reminding you what you weren’t.

“You’re not a teammate, or a friend to anyone here. You’re a pity project. Stop fooling yourself into thinking that you’re actually a real person. You’re nobody.”

His words made something inside of you click and you smiled softly to yourself as you reached into your pocket and pulled out the gift Tony had given you. Flipping it open you held it up for him to see.

“Actually Bucky, I’m a Stark.”

You turned on your heel and walked away from him, not caring how he reacted. You looked down at the passport in your hands with warmth blooming in your heart as you read your name. You were a Stark.

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         Vernichtung (German)

destruction (the act of destroying)

annihilation, extinction

I sure hope this tagging thing works! Here’s part three folks.

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[curious-kittens-ocs]

Otp ask meme for Skylar!

Gosh, I’m so sorry this took too long for me to post this. I was in a rut, still kinda am. Working my way through it. The format is weird because I transferred it over to a word doc, then back again.

I did this for Skylar & Harry!

1.     Who is the most affectionate? Both of them have their moments of being affectionate. Skylar has been raised in an emotionless household with the Ashcroft’s and Harry was raised with the Dursley’s so he doesn’t have a good example of how to be affectionate. The two are a work in progress and have their moments together.

2.     Big spoon/Little spoon? Harry is definitely the big spoon because he likes to be able to wrap his arms around Sky. She feels safe in his arms, as if nothing could hurt either of them.

3.     Most common argument? That one or the other is being to reckless and shouldn’t do something because they could get hurt. (They usually end up doing it anyways and the other is like… told you so.)

4.     Favorite non-sexual activity? The two of them like to sit down by the Great lake and talk. Could be about anything. Normally its things other than school to figure out more about each other.

5.     Who is most likely to carry the other? Harry, in later years Skylar is known to fall asleep in particular places and Harry finds her a few times. Bringing her back to the Gryffindor tower.

6.     What is their favorite feature of their partner’s? Harry loves Skylar’s smile, he’s the first to notice she doesn’t smile as much as she use to in their later years at Hogwarts. Skylar loves Harry’s heart, she’s seen how much he cares and how much he protects those he cares for. Even if he has to risk himself to save them.

7.     What’s the first thing that changes when they realize they have feelings for the other? For Harry it was in their third year when he fell from his broom. Skylar was there when he woke up. Hermione told Harry that she hadn’t left and was the one to find his glasses. For Skylar it was during the 1994 Quidditch World Cup. The Ashcroft’s and the Malfoy’s went together despite their differences. Skylar was there when the Malfoy’s belittled the Weasley’s and company because of their seats. She spotted Harry and managed to wave to him without her father seeing.

8.     Nicknames? & if so, how did they originate? Usually the two would call each other by their names or shortened versions of it. Skylar occasionally will call him, ‘chosen one’ to tease him.

9.     Who worries the most? Skylar. She can tell that something bad is gonna happen and knowing how reckless the two of them can get she gets worried for Harry.

10.  Who remembers what the other one always orders at a restaurant? Skylar, she has a super good memory and can normally tell what Harry wants to eat.

11.  Who tops? Either, depending on the moment.

12.  Who initiates kisses? Harry initiates their first kiss. So probably Harry.

13.  Who reaches for the other’s hand first? Skylar. She wants Harry to know even if difficult and dangerous places she’s gonna be there for him. It’s also a big step for Skylar to do it without her gloves on.

14.  Who kisses the hardest? Either of them, depending on the situation.

15.  Who wakes up first? Harry, he was accustomed to waking up early to make Vernon’s breakfast.

16.  Who wants to stay in bed just a little longer? Skylar, she doesn’t like to get up out of bed.

17.  Who says I love you first? Harry was going to say I love you, but before he could Skylar says, “I love you too.”

18.  Who leaves little notes in the other’s one lunch? (Bonus: what does it usually say?) Harry, in their later years he notices Skylar not eating or missing meals by accident. So he leaves snacks in her bag, simple things. He leaves a note in her back basically telling her he cares for her well-being and wants her to take care of herself.

19.  Who tells their family/friends about their relationship first? Harry, he tells Sirius over letter and that made for an awkward meeting through a fireplace. Skylar doesn’t tell Nathaniel and didn’t want to but somebody let it slip at a not-so-family dinner.

20.  What do their family/friends think of their relationship? Sirius doesn’t like the Ashcroft’s and is very cautious of Skylar because of her family. Sebastian is the first to accept his sister’s choice for a boyfriend. Nathaniel says no.

21.  Who is more likely to start dancing with the other? Either of them to boost the others mood.

22.  Who cooks more/who is better at cooking? Both cook and are great at it.

23.  Who comes up with cheesy pick up lines? Skylar. She loves teasing Harry.

24.  Who whispers inappropriate things in the other’s ear during inappropriate times? Skylar... she loves to tease him.

25.  Who needs more assurance? Both. Neither will admit it though. For Skylar her father keeps turning her down a dark path and so she needs that constant light that Harry gives her. Turns out Skylar is Harry’s night as well, keeping him centered and giving him that extra support.

26.  What would be their theme song? Rewrite the Stars from The Greatest Showman

27.  Who would sing to their child back to sleep? Skylar.

28.  What do they do when they’re away from each other? When on holiday or they just miss each other. They write little notes if they miss each other during the day while at Hogwarts. If they are on holiday and away from the school, they will write each other. But neither receive a letter. In later years they meet up when they have the time or are able to escape home.

29.  One head canon about this OTP that breaks your heart They are on different sides of the Wizard war for a few years. A possible pureblood engagement might be discussed when Harry and Skylar are abruptly forced apart at the end of one of the movies unable to contact each other. (I haven’t read the books b/c money & time. The Ashcroft’s are set in the movies.)

30. One head canon about this OTP that mends it After years without having physical contact with anyone. Harry is the first person Skylar allows herself to physically touch without fear of seeing something. And even if she does see something she still feels safe with Harry. 

[thenovelartist]

Second Chances, Chapter 1

“Daddy?”

Adrien looked down at his four-year-old. He gave her a smile then picked her up and set her on his lap. “What is it, Emma?”

She hugged him tight in a way that got him to worry. “I don’t like the new babysitter,” she whispered.

His eyes shut as he sighed. If Adrien recalled correctly, they were on nanny number eight. Ever since the original nanny—the one he wouldn’t dare belittle by assigning a number—had given her two-week’s notice, he’d been desperately trying to find another nanny for Emma. His father had immediately given Nathalie the task of finding a suitable replacement, but no matter how qualified the nannies Nathalie had found were, Emma just didn’t like any of them.

She was a picky child, a trait courtesy of her mother. But, if Adrien was being honest, he wasn’t certain he liked any of the replacements, either.

“Why don’t you like her?” Adrien asked, just as he did every time.

“She said I couldn’t go in your office.”

Well, that settled it: the nanny was out. If Adrien was working at home—which was less often than he would have liked nowadays—Emma was allowed to come visit him. That was their agreement. Emma understood that she couldn’t come in all the time, but she wasn’t not allowed in his office.

Emma turned her blue eyes up to him. “She scares me.”

Adrien gave her a tight hug. “Then we’ll try another nanny, okay?”

She fussed. “I don’t want another nanny. I want you.”

That always squeezed his heart like a vice. He didn’t like not always being there for Emma, but he’d learned that he was only one man, not an army. He couldn’t do everything alone. While there were days that he could manage balancing Emma and housework and regular work on his own, there were far more days that he couldn’t. While housework was always the first to go, there were times that Emma had to come in under work.

And that was absolutely unacceptable to Adrien.

His best friend, Alya, had proven herself to be an amazing superhero by finding a good nanny for Emma, one who he’d employed for the past three years or so. But four months ago, she’d handed in her two-weeks, leaving Adrien once again juggling work, housework, and Emma.

He was so thankful that there had been a lull in his job so he could balance it all until he could find a replacement. Unfortunately, that lull didn’t last long.

But then again, neither did any of the nannies he’d employed.

“Daddy.”

“Yes, Emma?”

“I’m hungry.”

A glance at the clock told him that it was time for lunch. The nanny should be making Emma something very shortly, but a quick peek at his schedule said he was free for lunch. The pile of paperwork could wait. “How about we go out for lunch?”

She lit up at that. “Can we go to Mimi’s?”

He grinned. “Okay. We can go to Mimi’s.”

“Yay!”

“But we have to stop by Grandfather’s, first. Okay?”

She nodded excitedly. “Okay.”

Emma bounded off his lap in a heartbeat, running out of his office, blonde ponytail flying behind her and pink skirt bouncing with her stride. Adrien chuckled before following his little girl.

He walked from his office, only to see the nanny standing in wait for him. “I’m sorry, sir. I couldn’t keep her out.”

“I never said she had to stay out,” Adrien said. “She’s allowed in my office when I’m home.”

The nanny looked confused at that. “But sir, you clearly told me that you needed to get work done today.”

“If I didn’t want Emma entering, I would have gone to my office,” Adrien clarified in a dismissive way that he was certain mimicked his father to the letter. It almost disgusted him to copy the behavior he always found so irritating with his father, yet it also managed to be a point of pride when it came to dealing with employees. A job was a job; it was either done correctly or not. If one couldn’t do the job correctly, especially when they were so highly credentialed, then they shouldn’t have the position.

“Forgive me,” Adrien said, his voice quiet. “But I believe this arrangement isn’t going to work. I’ll give you a good reference and good pay, as promised, but I don’t believe you are best suited here.”

Just as most of the women did, this one looked appalled.

Adrien couldn’t blame her. With as many references and jobs that she had had, she was certainly “acceptable” enough, yet just as many of the other nannies of her status, most of them believed they knew better than he when it came to raising children.

Which might be the case, but he was stubborn enough to want to parent his child himself.

“Emma and I are heading out for lunch,” Adrien said. “I would not blame you if you walked out now.”

“Well,” she said with an indignant huff, “I just might take you up on that offer.”

With that, she turned and marched off in order to gather her things.

Good riddance, Adrien thought.

“Come on, Daddy!” Emma shouted. She was standing by the door with her shoes on, arms crossed, and wearing an impatient pout.

He grinned, all previous irritation fading away. “Coming.”

Soon enough, the two were walking hand in hand down the street towards Gabriel’s house. Normally, Father liked avoiding his office at the design house, preferring to work at home when he could. Hopefully, he’d be there today.

Adrien punched in the code for the gate access. When it opened, Emma let go of his hand to run to the front door. By the time Adrien caught up to her, the Gorilla had answered.

With a squeal, Emma wrapped her arms around the large man’s waist. “Uncle Gorilla.”

The usual stoic expression on the man’s face melted to one of delight. He patted her head affectionately before waving hello to Adrien, who responded in kind.

“We’re here to see Grandmother and Grandfather,” Emma said.

With a chuckle at the mention of “Grandmother”, he opened the door wide and pointed towards the office. With fresh excitement, Emma released him to run towards the indicated door.

“I still can’t believe Nathalie puts up with being ‘Grandmother’,” Gorilla quietly commented.

Adrien couldn’t either. It was doubly comical considering that Nathalie had nothing but a working relationship—at least, as far as Adrien knew of—with Adrien’s father. According to Nathalie, playing the grandmother made Emma happy, so she’d bear that burden.

Considering how willingly she did it, it must not have been that big of a burden.

Adrien opened the door for Emma to reveal Nathalie sitting in her little office space.

“Grandmother!”

Immediately, Nathalie’s attention was on Emma as the girl ran towards her. With a warm smile, Nathalie bent over to give the girl a hug. “Emma. What a pleasant surprise.” Over Emma’s shoulder, Nathalie shot a smile towards Adrien.

“We’re here to say hi before we head to lunch,” Adrien said, but his tone indicated more.

Nathalie caught it. Still focused on Emma, she pulled the girl up onto her lap. “I’m sure you want to say hello to your grandfather, too.”

Emma nodded eagerly.

“To do that, all I have to do is press this button,” Nathalie pointed to a button on her intercom, “tell him ‘hello’, and he’ll come out to meet you.”

Emma nodded. She leaned forward on the desk so she could get closer to the speaker. When Nathalie pressed the button, Emma spoke with a bright smile. “Hello, Grandfather. It’s me. Emma. Nathalie said all she had to do was press the button and I could talk to you.”

Adrien could imagine his father’s quiet laughter. It was an indescribable comfort that Father took such an interest in Emma, even if it stung that his own childhood wasn’t quite as rosy.

A few second’s later, the door behind Nathalie opened to reveal Gabriel.

“Grandfather!” Emma leapt off Nathalie’s lap in order to give her grandfather a hug.

The distraction allowed Adrien to speak to Nathalie. “The new nanny didn’t work out.”

She sighed. “Adrien, that was nanny number ten.”

Was it? He thought for certain it was eight. He hadn’t gone through that many, had he? “She was trying to keep Emma from my office.”

“Well, in that case, she had to go.”

Adrien would forever be thankful that he and Nathalie usually seemed to be on the same page as him regarding the nannies. “So I’ll need—”

Before he could finish, Nathalie opened the top drawer of her desk and pulled out a few sheets of paper. “Here.”

Adrien blinked at it before taking the offered papers.

“And when you blow through those, I have more in waiting.”

“Have I ever told you how amazing you are, Nathalie?”

She hummed knowingly.

“And now,” Emma said, pulling Adrien’s attention to the conversation she was having with Father. “Daddy and I are going to Mimi’s.”

“That sounds fun,” Gabriel said, glancing up at Adrien before smiling back at Emma. “I hope you have a good lunch.”

“We will.”

“We just stopped by to say hello before we headed out,” Adrien said, holding up the sheet and using it to point to Nathalie.

Gabriel’s head raised in understanding, but when it didn’t lower to complete the nod, Adrien grew nervous. Gabriel glanced inside his office, and Adrien knew full well the meaning.

He headed towards the office as his father leaned down to smile at Emma. “I’m going to need to talk with your father. Why don’t you talk to Grandmother?”

Adrien had to steal a glance at Nathalie. The only thing more comical than how readily Nathalie took on the name was how often Gabriel tossed it around. She always got this unreadable expression on her face when he did use it, but she never objected.

Of course, that might just be because she didn’t want to test her boss.

“Ok,” Emma said, innocently oblivious to the fact Grandmother was not actually Grandmother and her biological family found abundant amusement in that fact.

As soon as Emma found herself back up in Nathalie’s lap, Gabriel shut the door to his office. “Do you want a seat?” his father asked.

“I’m not sure. Am I going to like what you’re going to say?”

Unreadable as ever, Gabriel walked over to the desk to lean his hip against it. “Have you ever considered that Emma needs a mother?”

Adrien sighed. “Father,” he started, rubbing at his eyes.

“It’s a simple inquiry.”

“No,” Adrien said. “Just…no. I’m not interested.”

His father hummed.

“What?” Adrien challenged. “There’s nothing wrong with having a nanny for Emma.”

“Adrien, I’m not condemning you having a nanny for Emma, especially considering that means she’s kept out of some daycare. However, a nanny is not a partner for you.”

That got Adrien to pause, speechless.

“I actually do care for you,” his father said. “And I care for your will being. You are twenty-six years old and perfectly eligible.”

“I’m also a divorced single-father,” Adrien flatly countered. “Not quite the ‘ higher status’ of a widow—”

“You cared for her,” his father interrupted. “And you cared to fight for the marriage, no matter how rocky it was. She walked out on you.”

Adrien managed to pull himself together though his father had managed to shock him further. “And here I would have thought that you would have blamed me for marrying her in the first place.”

“Considering that I was just as much at fault in encouraging your union no matter my personal dislike for her character, I have no right.”

Adrien had to admit that this version of his father, the one that actually took responsibility and wasn’t as pushy, was very hard to get used to. Emma had somehow served as the catalyst in that change. It was as though one day, he brought that little week-old baby into his father’s office and his father changed on the spot. No matter what had gone on his father’s mind, Adrien was not going to complain. Not when their conversations since Emma was born consisted of them actually talking instead of shouting at each other or, worse, not talking at all.

“What I am saying,” his father continued, “is that you should have the opportunity to find a woman who will actually be a good wife to you as well as serve as a mother for Emma. Heaven knows how good of a mother your lovely ex-wife would have made.”

“She wouldn’t have been too bad,” Adrien said, uncertain if he truly meant it or not.

His father hummed in disagreement. “Maybe with you as the father, but I have the feeling Nathalie would have served as a better mother figure.”

“Is that an insult to Nathalie?”

His father glared at him. “Let’s be honest, Adrien. Your mother was the parent who parented, and I find that taking up that solo torch left a rather large black smudge on my accomplishments. And Nathalie, no matter how accomplished she is, likely only did slightly better than I.”

Adrien was just going to bite his tongue and keep silent because he had no response to that.

“That being said,” he continued, “I still hold a hope that Emma would have the opportunity to have a mother in her life, especially considering she will never know her own. Furthermore, I hope you will actually be able to have a woman who cared for you instead of your fame and fortune.”

“As pleasant as that sounds, Father, I doubt I would meet—nevertheless, attract—many women who would fit the requirements.”

Gabriel shrugged. “I suppose there is nothing I can force on you. You may be too young to say you aren’t an eligible man, but you are too old for me to order you around like a child.”

“You still do.”

“Our work relationship does not count.”

That pulled a chuckle from Adrien and a smirk from his father.

“Still,” Gabriel continued, “I would think you know me well enough to know that I have high standards for you.”

“Father,” Adrien warned.

“Alya, for example—”

“Is just a friend,” he interrupted, stopping his father before he remotely got started. “In fact, I’m fairly certain she’s dating someone.”

“I’m simply pointing out the fact that she would meet the criteria I would set. There’s nothing to be worried about.”

Except for the fact his father was dabbling in his love life.

With the conversation finished, the two men exited the office to the sight of Emma on Nathalie’s lap, helping “organize” paperwork.

Adrien decided to press his luck. “You know,” he whispered, “it wouldn’t hurt to give Emma an actual grandmother.”

“Don’t even think about it,” his father flatly countered.

It wasn’t long before Emma noticed her two favorite people had returned and ran over to them.

“Shall we head off to lunch, Emma?” Adrien asked.

She nodded, her blonde ponytail bouncing and her blue eyes sparkling. It hurt sometimes just how much Emma resembled her mother, but Adrien supposed that wasn’t a bad thing.

Emma gave Grandfather one last hug then waved good-bye to Grandmother and Uncle Gorilla. Afterwards, she slipped her hand into Adrien’s so they could head out.

“Let’s see,” Adrien said, making a show of thinking. “Let me try to guess what you’re going to get.”

Emma’s smile brightened as a skip entered her step.

“Are you going to get…the egg salad.”

She wrinkled her nose. “No, Daddy. I don’t like that.”

She’s never had it, but Adrien knew that was just what children did. “Hmm…let’s see. What about…the chicken sandwich.”

Again, she shook her head. “Nope.”

Adrien once again put on a show of thinking, enjoying the way his daughter thought she was so clever about what she wanted.

Three more “tries” later, Emma was giggling. “You’ll never guess.”

“You’re right. I give up. What do you want?”

She grinned. “The onion soup.”

He made another show of snapping his fingers and sighing. “I should have guessed.” He knew, of course. She always got that, no matter how hot it was outside.

The closer they got to the quaint cafe, the stronger the warm smell of baking breads was. The hostess greeted them when they arrived. She took two menus and started leading them through the café.

Emma suddenly gasped. “Auntie Alya!”

Adrien looked up to see, lo and behold, Alya was working in the corner of the café, a sandwich on her right and laptop on her left. When she caught sight of Emma, the computer was closed. “Well, if it isn’t my favorite niece.”

Adrien let go of Emma’s hand so she could bound over to Alya. Before she wrapped Emma in a hug, Alya waved Adrien over.

Adrien thanked the hostess before taking the two menus and walking over to Alya. “How are you, Alya? You look busy.”

She dismissed that with a wave. “Nah. I’m just doing some personal stuff for my blog. No big deal. It wasn’t any good, anyway.”

He watched Emma situate herself beside Alya, who had moved all her stuff to accommodate the girl. “Are you sure, Alya? I don’t want to intrude on your blog.”

She gave him a “look”. “I’m certain.”

Adrien surrendered by putting his hands in the air.

“So,” Alya said, looking down at Emma with a grin. “What brings you two out, today?”

“Daddy promised me lunch.”

“Isn’t that the nanny’s job,” Alay asked, glancing over at Adrien.

Emma frowned. “I don’t like her,” she said. “She’s mean and wouldn’t let me see daddy.”

Alya shot a frown at Adrien. “Again?”

Adrien nodded then pulled out the folded pieces of paper from his pocket.

She snatched them from his hand, skimming over only the first paper before looking over her glasses at him. “You know, Adrien,” she said, handing the papers back over. “As much as I’m glad Nathalie and Gabriel are helping you out, their method is failing you. This is, what? Number eleven?”

“Ten.”

Alya rolled her eyes.

“Well, do you have a better idea?” Adrien challenged.

He remembered a second too late to never, ever challenge Alya. Ever.

“Do you want overly-credentialed?” she smugly asked. “Or someone I would hand my own child off to, say ‘have fun’, and not worry about for the rest of the day.”

Adrien stared down Alya, who stared back at him with a winning gleam in her eye. Considering that Adrien had tried to hire said overly-credentialed nannies to no avail and Alya knew it, there was only one correct answer to her question.

Adrien pulled out his phone, opening up his contacts before handing it to Alya. “Names and numbers.”

Alya took the phone with a smirk. “Oh, there’s only one.”

Adrien crossed his fingers. If there was only one, that meant there would only be one chance. For Emma’s sake, he hoped beyond all hope this person worked out.

[wolfimprints]

Im brazilian and thats very important to me. I hate dealing with negative feelings because they make overwhelmed and i just push them away and focus on other things. Im not exacly an empathic person but i always try to be, i ocassionally have moral flaws (like cursing a lot, but not calling other people names, responding to bullies when they come at me and stealing things from big bussiness) but nothing too serious. I'm a bit of a showoff and live my life thinking "if this was a movie it would be awesome it i did that", people say i can be very agressive but im actually really affectionable, i will get mad if people make fun of me for that. Im an elder sister and i often feel like a teen mother to my baby sister and my own mum, in school i dont have any problems besides loudly talking, cursing and responding back to bullies (teachers or not), i actually have great grades and my assignement are awesome. I sometimes mess with dangerous people for the sake of getting money since i've been job hunting for months and got nothing out of it and im ashamed to ask help from my neighbours, i dont touch drugs or alchohol since i think its disgusting and i hate the idea of losing control of my own body, i usually only steal things and the sell for them.

Back to school again: There is this guy who wants to beat me because i scratched his hand when he grabbed my head, something i had asked him to stop and he didn't, my friends thinks i picked the fight, same friends that usually belittle me but i still hang around for the sake of not being alone, im a bit scared to the fight, not that i will ever admit to anyone but strangers online, i hurt that guy (Paulo, a tall fag idiot) because i didn't wanted people to think they can hurt me, but im angry knowing i can't count on my friends. I feel very alone with them, alone and small and powerless, they are not all that bad but i dont like how they make fun of me but i can't explain it, i feel like im 7 years old again, i also hate how i feel like i can't be an real person without my family (i live with my mom, grandma, baby sister and six beautiful dogs). Im a 17 bisexual female, i like sports but im ashamed of doing in public because of my boobs and my collegues talking about it, i like a lot of songs and im very ecletic, i like supernatural horror things and i have an morbid fascination to female criminals, my favorite band is The Acid, i love black bis bar and kit kat, coffee and spicy foods, but i hate eating and drinking at the same time, i love shopping and skincare but i have spending money, i'm also very self disciplined in regards of my eating, like a schedule, people say i curse a lot but i dont think so, they are just pussies. Idk if that helps but my mbti is ESFP, 3w2, 371 so/sx. i think im being too extra but i like details. sorry.

I sip you with... PAUL!

Okay, so hear me out, it can go 2 ways: either it's an enemies-to-lovers scenario, where he was messing with you and he wasn't expecting you to respond the way you did, and he's intrigued ; or it's a "Guys, did you see how she shut that guy! Good for him!" and he'll be in awe.

Once you're officially together, you become such a powercoupleTM. No one dares mes up with you, no one! He lives for you to retort anything to anyone. And if it's a pack member - Sam included especially if it's Sam -, Paul won't be able to shut up about your skills and your courage.

Somehow, Leah and you would become bestfriends, dissing the pack 24/7, having no one to contradict you.

And, if you're not feeling all too good about yourself, one day, you can count on Paul to take your defense the second he sees you ain't in your best mood.

Thank you for requesting!

-M-C

[belxmont]

Adrian and Trevor - “Don’t fucking touch me.” - [prince-tepes]

this sucked to write mostly cause i a) have horrible writer’s block b) hate writing angst and c) have the attention span of a wet noodle. but here u go friend.

“Wait, no! Stop! Please, Adrian, don’t go!”

When Trevor’s voice calls out for the other, his voice is a desperate sounding thing. It’s warped with grief and sorrow, barely distinguishable to his own ear, and laced with pain. Indescribable pain. There’s a bitterness that rises up in his throat, a bitterness that he coughs back down, swallows roughly and refuses to let his nerves get the better of him.

Oh, if only it was so easy to convince himself that. His nerves continue to wage war with him, upsetting his stomach and tying his innards into knots. He reaches out for the Dhampir, gloved fingers catching on Adrian’s coat and tugging him back, and without hesitation he is backhanded across the face.

The words feel like acid upon his skin. “Don’t touch me.”

Surely, Trevor would prefer to have been run through by Death himself than to hear Adrian’s voice, a voice he so learned to covet, scold and belittle him. “Please, I don’t understand. What have I done to upset you?” Instead of a reply the Hunter is ignored, Adrian turning away with a disdain look upon his beautifully pale face.

He tries again, reaching out for Adrian once more, an apology on freshly bloodied lips. His eyes begin to sting, and he tells himself no, he will not cry. He refuses. “I– I’m sorry, I.. Please, Adrian, I beg of you. Tell me what I did so I can fix it.. You know I would never upset you.”

Once more he is answered with another smack, this time one strong enough to send him flying backwards and onto the floor. “I said don’t fucking touch me!”

This time, Trevor cannot fight back the tears, azure eyes burning as he wipes away the blood from his lips, wipes at the hot tears staining his cheeks.Somehow, he manages to pull himself up from the floor, dusting himself off before giving Adrian one last, solemn look.

“I only wanted an answer, Alucard. I only ever wanted to fix where I went wrong.” Trevor begins to turn and leave, but not before Adrian grabs a hold on him and pulls him into an embrace. Confusion sets onto the Hunter’s face, dark brows furrowing at the sudden change in the Dhampir’s demeanor. Slowly, he begins to shake him.

“Trevor, are you alright?”

Something doesn’t seem quite right….

“Hey? Are you alright? Answer me.”

Had Adrian not been leaned over him, Trevor would’ve flung himself straight out of the bed.

“W-what? Huh? I?? Adrain… you’re still here?” Puzzled, the Hunter checks his face– no busted lip, no blood. And he’s remarkably naked. They both are.

Oh.

“What are you talking about? Where else would I be?” Adrian’s voice, so full of concern, so full of emotion, is a blessing on Trevor’s ear, even as his beloved brushes sweat-slicked hair away from his face, traces the scar across his eye with adoration. “You were calling out in your sleep again. You said my name.. You sounded.. so sad. I woke up immediately.” Leaning down, Adrian kisses a warm cheek and nuzzles it affectionately with his nose. “Do you wish to talk about it?”

Trevor merely shakes his head and pulls Adrian closer, wrapping around him and relishing at how cool he was. Their temperature difference much needed. “No, that’s alright. You’re here now. That’s all I’ll ever need.”

[ijustwant2write]

'I Don't Need Your Help!'-Hvitserk Ragnarsson x Reader One Shot

(GIF credit to owner)

Masterlist

Part 2

Summary: Hvitserk and (Y/N) have recently been married, though not by their own accord. They try to accept this, knowing that they will play an important role in Kattegat’s future. However, (Y/N) finds herself belittled by her new husband (who does not realise this) and becomes frustrated. She does not want to live like this, finally releasing her anger.

Characters: Hvitserk Ragnarsson x Reader

Meanings: (Y/N)= Your name

Warnings: fighting, shouting and angst

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I winced as I flexed my hands. They were blistered from sparring with my friend. It had been a while since I last trained, the wedding planning having taken over everything. Not that I wanted any part in that. Being betrothed always meant that your future was already planned out for you, how you grew up revolved around that. Hvitserk was a good husband, I could not deny that, but I didn’t want to marry him in the first place. Now I was stuck here, always under constant watch, seeing if I would turn out to be a fit princess for Kattegat. Queen Aslaug may have agreed to the arrangement on her son’s behalf, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t going to suspicious about me.

Resting in a chair, I say by the fireplace, all of my armour removed as well as my boots. I really needed to get back into training if I was to ever go on a raid again. Well, if my husband would even let me. Rolling my eyes at the thought, I relaxed a little more, feeling how tense my muscles were. Only moments later, the door opened, Hvitserk strolling in. He greeted me with a gentle kiss to my head; he always tried to be affectionate, something I was a little glad about.

He gasped slightly.“(Y/N), your hands!” He picked it up gingerly, inspecting the sounds.

I snatched it back.“I am fine. They’re just blisters. I haven’t had to hold a shield in a while and it rubbed on my skin.”

“You’re training again?”

“Well yes, what else do you expect me to do? I need to make sure I am at my best when fighting.”

“I am proud of you for doing that. It is good for a woman to show that she can defend herself.”

We smiled at each other. Yes, we argued quite a bit, though sometimes we could be nice to each other. However, the lovely moment came to an abrupt end when he opened his mouth again.

“But I do not understand why You are so hard on yourself?”

I stood up.“I need to be prepared for the next raid. We don’t know what could come our way.”

“(Y/N), you can’t come on the raids.”

My mouth dropped open. For a moment, I was too shocked for words.

“Why not? You know I’m a skilled fighter!” I raised my voice.

“Yes but raids are very different from just training.”

“You speak as if I have never been on one!”

“You’re not going!”

I raised my voice.“Who are you to tell me what not to do?!”

He got louder than me.“I AM YOUR HUSBAND! YOU DO AS I SAY!”

“NO! I WON’T DO AS YOU SAY! I AM GOING!”

“It’s too dangerous!”

“Hvitserk, I can handle it.” I started to walk away from him.

“I am trying to protect you.”

Leaning against the wall, I sighed into my hands.“I didn’t ask you to do that. I didn’t ask you to marry me, or be nice to me. Sometimes I wished that you would be an awful husband just so I always had a reason to shout at you.”

His breathing was slightly heavy, I could see him trying to hold back words. Quickly turning on his heel, Hvitserk stormed out of the house, slamming the door harshly. Letting out a frustrated scream, My fingers clutched onto my hair, stamping my feet as if I were a toddler having a tantrum. Who knew when he would be back? I wasn’t going to wait around for him.

After taking a little time to calm myself down, I decided that I should start preparing some food. A part of me thought that I should make something for my husband. He was always eating. No! No, I wasn’t going to do that. He saw me as his little wife, I wasn’t going to act like one.

Luckily we had scraps of meat left over from dinner the night before. It would be enough for me in a stew. My hands started to throb from just fetching the ingredients. Looking down at them, I could see the redness flaring, it felt as if I was holding them over a fire. Ignoring the pain, I started to make the meal, working quickly to avoid irritating the blisters any further.

Realising that I had to fetch water from outside, I let out a groan, internally debating whether I could go a night without food. My body replied with a loud grumble of my stomach. Fetching my cloak, I grabbed a bucket, heading into the fresh spring night. Thank the gods that winter was over.

It was getting harder to grip onto the bucket as I approached the well. Placing the bucket down, I shook my hands, desperately thinking about something else. I had to get this water quickly; the faster, the better. Lowering it in, I peered down to watch it fill with water. As I started to heave it back out, I let out a quiet whimper, the rope burning the skin. Before I could take another moment of this torture, the rope was taken out of my hands.

“Hvitserk, I can do this.” I protested, trying to take back the rope.

He easily kept me away.“You’re in pain. You should put something on it.” within seconds, the bucket was out. He picked it up, heading back home.

“Give it back.” I demanded, reaching for it.

“No.”

“Would you just-”

“No!”

I trailed behind him. Why was he doing this to me? I wasn’t some fragile woman who would cry over getting mud on her dress. I wasn’t a woman who didn’t know her way around a sword. I wasn’t weak. He just couldn’t see that.

He set the bucket down by the fire, a cauldron hanging above it. Quickly taking the chance, I attempted to pick it up, spilling some as I poured the water in. Hvitserk rubbed a hand over his face, clearly frustrated by my stubbornness.

“You don’t have to prove anything to me. Stop putting yourself through this.” it almost sounded like begging.

I went back to the ingredients, cutting up the last of the herbs.“Clearly I do it you won’t let me go on the raids.”

“Here we go again-”

I slammed the knife into the table.“I wouldn’t have to go on if you just saw me for who I really was!”

“And that is?”

I marched up to him.“A strong woman who knows her way around various weapons and who is good at fighting. I want this see the world as much as you do. It isn’t fair that I have to stay behind.”

“What if you get hurt? Or and up getting killed?!”

“Then I will heal or be welcomed into Valhalla where I shall be greeted by my ancestors.”

“Do you just not care? Is that it?”

“No. I just don’t care what you think.”

“How are we supposed to start a family if you are fighting beside me?”

“We don’t.”

Walking back to the foods, I started filling up the cauldron. I had shocked myself with that sentence. I really wanted a family, two or three children. But first I had to raid.

“I cannot believe how selfish you are being.”

I couldn’t deal with two things at once when I was this angry. Slamming the cutting board on the floor, I covered my face with my hands, unable to say anything.

“All my life I have been told what I must or must not do. I thought that I may have some sort of freedom in this marriage but it seems that I’m still trapped.”

“(Y/N), you need to start thinking like a princess-”

“No, I need to start thinking for myself!” out of the blue, tears sprang from my eyes.“I am not going to be caged up like an animal, waiting on your every needs or having your children.”

“I have made my decision.”

“Well so have I. And that desicion is that I am not staying here anymore.”

“What?”

I grabbed my cloak and sword.“I will not spend another minute in this house.”

As I made my way to the door, he tried to reach out for me. I slapped his hands away.

“Don’t you dare touch me again! And don’t come looking for me either, I do not want to see your face.”

[vendettacanons]

😡What are their deal breakers? (Javier) 🚀 How far are they willing to go for the person they love? (Franklin) 🤐Would they ever confess their feelings first? (Lucas)

⚔️ My Muse In a Relationship Questions | CLOSED ⚔️

// Despite being a smooth ladies man (at least according to him), there are some things Javier will just not stand for in a relationship. Degradation is definitely one of them. It’s one thing to occasionally take playful jabs and play-fight a bit, but calling him names and belittling him is a hard pass for him. Never mind laying your hands on him seriously. Similarly, he’s not so much the “hardworking breadwinner gentleman” type as the rest of the gang might be. Javier grew up in a household where everyone worked. The labor was divided between everyone, even mothers and sisters. If his partner thinks they’re gonna get off being able to sit and look pretty while he get his hands dirty and works to make a living for them, they’ve got another thing coming! And just generally, people that can’t take jokes or accept that he’s very playful and physically affectionate. Javier does occasionally play little jokes here and there, but at the end of the day he wants to hug his partner and kiss them on the head and ruffle their hair and tell them how much he loves them. If they can’t handle that, then really, they can’t handle him.

// Franklin will literally die for the person he loves. If that wasn’t abundantly clear by his character already, Franklin cares a whole fuckin’ lot about the people closest to him. I know I’ve said this before. Franklin really didn’t know Michael all that well, and yet he went out of his way to 1) be his getaway driver on heists, 2) help him save his son after his boat was stolen, 3) save him from triads after he was kidnapped and held hostage in a meat plant, 4) help him raid a government facility in a military base after finding out Michael was in bed with the FIB, 5) rescue Lamar again and again after he got in trouble with the Ballas despite the fact Lamar keeps calling him a shitty friend and unloyal gang member— and the list goes on. The lengths this man goes for people who either don’t appreciate him or barely know him is incredible. So suffice to say, if he actually fell in love again after Tanisha, this man will absolutely becoem Rambo on steroids for them. Anything they want, anything they need, he will his absolute best to provide for them. It doesn’t matter what time it is or how far they are, Franklin will be there. He will do everything he possibly can and more for the ones he loves. (And never forget, the original Ending C, aka the Canon ending, was going to be Michael and Trevor live... but Franklin dies for them.)

// Potentially. He’d have to be really, REALLY close to the person, which... in and of itself is a very difficult task to accomplish. He tends to keep everyone at arm’s length for a good long while. But that being said, it’s very possible. He’s done it before. His first partner he was the one who admitted his feelings first. Since then, it’s usually been other people confessing first and him going along with it. He’s been very hesitant however, as all his previous relationships took bad turns quickly when he admitted his profession. And still, the weight of his first girlfriend and all the things that were left unresolved between them hangs over him. He needs a strong, deep, and meaningful connection with someone before he abandons that quiet hope he still has of finding his first girlfriend before he admits to loving another person again. In short, would he admit his feelings first? Yes. Would it be before he’s sat and stewed in his own emotions for the new person for months while being plagued by thoughts of his first girlfriend and what could have been and the horrible breakups of his past after all his previous partners discovered the truth and overthink about how it could happen again and how he doesn’t want to have his heart broken like that again because it hurts worse than any other pain he’s ever felt? Ha, no.

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Sunshine in the Moonlight. Chapter 9: Weakness

Fandom: Final Fantasy XV

Pairing: Prompto x Alexandria (OC)

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I woke up startled by an odd an unexpected dream that showed my subconscious knew me better than I consciously knew myself. Yet that didn’t make the dream less shocking.

“Bad dream?” Ignis’ voice asked as he watched me shake myself awake.

“No” I replied, staring at the roof of the tent. “Just… an odd one”

Feeling movement next to me, I looked to see Prompto rolling to his side so he was facing me. He was still completely asleep. His arm had fallen over my stomach, yet I was not surprised. Prompto did subconsciously seek us in his sleep and would often let an arm fall over us.

For the first time I felt flustered to have chosen to sleep next to him every time we camped out in the open. Even if I based my decision on logic as he was the smaller and calmer one that wouldn’t bother me as much in my sleep.

“Is everything alright, darling?” Ignis asked me as he took out his phone, probably to wake the boys up with the alarm clock.

“Of course” I sat up with a sigh, unable to get that dream off my mind. “I’m just still sleepy”

My friend didn’t insist, and he didn’t even glance at me as I got out of the tent. I was received by the beautiful sound of birds chirping and a sunny yet slightly cloudy weather. Quite lovely.

I absently poured myself a glass of Ebony –which Ignis always insisted on having around, as he adored it so much –and sat in one of the chairs we left last night.

I blushed as I mentally went over my dream, in which Prompto made a great appearance. Probably due to stargazing together and sharing such a nice moment last night. In an attempt to belittle the events that took place in my dream, I told myself that I had only dreamt about him because we spent so much time together and because he was the last one I talked to the other night. That was all. But my logic lacked realism due to the nature of the dream. We could have been doing anything, but in it we cuddled and laughed together and were extremely close, always hugging and being intimate. All deeply affectionate and adorable.

The worst part? Dreaming about that made me crave it, made me want to have moments like that with Prompto. Whether it was an actual desire or the illusion of it due to that strange dream, I didn’t know. Objectively speaking, I did have a growing need to be beside him. I enjoyed his company and adored the feeling of warmth that engulfed me whenever we spent some time alone. In spite of that, did it have to imply I sought something more than friendship?

“Mornin’!” A hand softly fell on my shoulder, but it nearly gave me a heart attack, because it also was his voice. I had been far too deep into my thoughts to sense his presence next to me. Especially taking in consideration that bubbly voice spooked me, as I was thinking precisely about Prompto.

“Ah!” I jumped, nearly spilling the entirety of my coffee onto the ground.

“Whoa” The blond quickly walked to stay in front of me and leaned forward to take a good look at me. “You okay? Didn’t mean to scare you there, Alex”

“I…” Ignis was walking out of the tent as well, eyeing me in astonishment. “My mind was elsewhere, that’s all”

“Are you sure you’re feeling alright, Alexandria?” The man asked, making Prompto turn to him too. “You’re hardly ever as distracted”

“Alex’s in the clouds?” Gladio came out with a big yawn. “That’s a first”

“I only need to sober up” I scowled at them, taking a sip of the coffee that had not been spilled.

“She’s probably still exhausted, Gladio” Prompto defended me, plopping down in the chair next to mine. “I told you training during the night wasn’t a good idea”

I was definitely sore from our training last night, and it could perfectly well be used as an excuse for my odd behavior. Yet I shrugged in response to such accusations.

Iggy kept eyeing me, however, aware that the training was not the reason for my absent mind. As usual, though, he preferred to wait until I spoke to him about it whenever I was ready.

“What’s all the fuzz about?” Noctis’ sleepy voice announced he was awake. Even if, as he exited the tent, his drowsy expression told us that it would take a while for him to be completely awake.

“Alex” Prompto replied simply, motioning over to me. “She’s-“

“Ugh” Noctis doubled over in pain, holding his head again.

Alarmed, I stood to my feet and observed him in concern. Everyone had similar reactions of alarm seeing as the headaches became more frequent. Gladio moved in an instinct, always ready to protect him from anything, and placed a protective hand over Noct’s shoulder.

“Another headache?” Ignis guessed, observing him closely.

“What should we do? We need to put an end to this” I frowned as I glanced at the latter, worried. “Perhaps we should go to the meteor? If Noctis keeps seeing it…”

“We could go to the outlook in Lestallum!” Prompto suggested. “See it through the viewing things!”

“I suppose it’s the rapid and simple solution” Iggy replied, thoughtful. “We must investigate Noct’s condition”

“To Lestallum it is then” Gladio softly shoved the prince to encourage him.

As Noctis groaned in displease, rubbing his fingers against his forehead, we all followed. Exchanging eloquent glances between us.

The outlook didn’t seem to be giving us any more hints. More likely, we needed to be actually there to learn what was behind Noctis’ odd headaches.

The five of us kept our eyes glued on the horizon, as though staring at the Disc of Cauthess from a distance was the answer to all our questions and problems. Even if it certainly wasn’t.

“What a coincidence” A certain voice spoke up, giving me goosebumps in a very nasty manner.

“I’m not so sure it is” Gladio was the first to speak up, taking a few steps forward to stand between that man and Noctis.

“It’s that man again…” The same one that we encountered in Galdin Quay, the ‘man of no consequence’.

I still didn’t trust him, there was something eerie and unsettling about him even if I couldn’t quite put my finger on it.

My first instinct was to look at Prompto, and I got troubled when I couldn’t find him. Until I realized he had shielded behind me, agitated by the man’s presence as well. When he noticed me staring he frowned with determination and positioned himself next to me instead.

“Aren’t nursery rhymes curious things?” The man asked us with a perturbing smirk.

“What’s he talking about?” Prompto whispered to me.

“I never know what this man is saying” I said to him in the same tone.

“Like this one: ‘From the deep, the Archaean calls… yet on deaf ears, the god’s tongue falls, the King made to kneel, in pain, he crawls.’”

“So…” The blond piped up, finding a similarity to our friend’s affliction. “How do we keep him on his feet?”

“You need only heed the call. Visit the Archaean and hear his plea” He turned his back to us briefly before facing us again. “I can take you”

“Oh” A gasp of dread escaped my lips as I immediately glanced at Ignis.

“Got something to say about it?” Gladio invited me to speak up.

We distanced ourselves from him a little to discuss it, even if we kept a low volume so he wouldn’t hear us. In spite of the fact that, judging by his smirk, he sensed our reluctance.

“Why on earth would we go with him?” I whispered angrily. “Can’t we visit the Archaean on our own?”

“It wouldn’t be so simple, I’m afraid” Ignis said, speaking up for the first time. “Unfortunately, we wouldn’t be able to pass through the control posts alone”

“And with him, we can?” My instinct played a great role in being an advisor, and it was screaming for me to stand away from that man. “I don’t trust him”

“We don’t have to trust him” Noctis argued, crossing his arms over his chest.

“We can let him take us there and still be careful” Prompto suggested, staring at Noct.

Surely, he was willing to suffer being uncomfortable with that man just as long as his friend felt better. It was definitely a sacrifice we needed to make.

“I suppose it’s a necessary evil” I gave in, exchanging a glance with Ignis. He merely nodded, remaining silent.

“We’ll watch our backs” Gladiolus said to reassure us.

“Fine” Noctis said to the man. “We’ll go”

He just grinned a little, pleased by Noct’s response and started walking.

“I’m not one to stand on ceremony, but such an occasion calls for an introduction” The man told us calmly. “Please, call me Ardyn”

“Ardyn…” I repeated, disgusted. Even the name tasted bitter in my mouth.

As we followed him to where our cars were parked, my mind burned with thousands of questions. Why would he help us? What was on his mind? With what end would he offer his aid? And why was he following us? Surely, it couldn’t be a coincidence we kept meeting each other.

I sighed in resignation and frustration as I took my seat in the middle spot of the back seat, back in the Regalia. Wondering what awaited us at the Disc of Cauthess.

As we arrived, we shared our restlessness about this ‘Ardyn’ man. My friends also found him to be creepy and suspicious, no matter how much we needed his help in order to find answers.

We followed his car and were surprised to see that thanks to him the doors to the Archaean were opened to us. A man of no consequence wouldn’t have such influences. With every passing moment, I grew warier of him.

What was important, however, was that we were there. And that he had left.

We walked alongside the path, once we left the Regalia back. However, we were surprised by an unexpected finding.

“Is that what I think it is?” Prompto pointed a finger up ahead, there where a tomb lied.

“Didn’t expect to find a royal tomb here” Ignis observed, pausing to observe it.

“You and me both” I was starting to get a bad feeling about the whole situation.

“Wouldn’t be a shame not to grab that power, eh, Highness?” Gladiolus told Noctis.

“Let’s grab it and go” The latter began walking toward it, determined.

As soon as he was close enough to it, Noct reached out to it. Even under the powerful sunlight, the blue light emerged from it as he was granted the power of yet another royal arm. The heat was also quite present, adding to the brightness of the sun.

Almost to confirm that my hunch was correct, something happened. All of a sudden, the earth started shaking. Yet another earthquake, which inflected an immense force over us.

“Here we go again!��

Not strong enough to stand on my own because of the tremors, I was pushed toward the ground. Gladiolus, who stood next to me, held me up by gripping my arm. Prompto, at my left, fell to the ground as I wasn’t fast enough to hold him up.

“This one’s huge!”

“Get away! Quickly!”

I was about to heed Ignis’ order when I realized that Noctis was kneeling down on the floor. He suffered from another headache at the most inconvenient moment.

“Alex, run!” Prompto noticed my hesitance and grabbed me by the wrist, but I easily freed from his grip.

Gladiolus was already going to help him, always his sworn Shield, but I impulsively followed. It wasn’t a conscious impulse either, but I found myself joining him.

The ground collapsed under our feet, and we were thrown downwards as we fell to a lower level. I slid down a slope without remedy, being pushed by inertia.

As I made it to solid ground, my body rolled without control yet I managed to stop myself before I reached the edge. Noctis, however, wasn’t so lucky.

“Noct!” I screamed as he barely hung on. I was about to try and stand in order to pull him up when Gladiolus intervened and did it himself.

“Noct! I gotcha!”

I threw myself to them, offering another hand to assist them as Noctis pulled himself up with us. I tightly held his arm until he safely lied down on the ground.

“Everyone alright?” I asked, ignoring my racing heart.

“Swell” Gladiolus replied bitterly.

“Noctis?”

“I’m fine!!”

“I had everything under control” Gladiolus snapped at me of a sudden. “You do your job and I’ll do mine”

I was left dumbfounded with his senseless comment. Was he actually mad at me for looking after Noctis? I knew Gladio would jump at him being his sworn Shield, I by no means implied that he was failing at his duty. Gladio was just irritated, perhaps put under too much pressure and being intimidated that we were facing a deity. Otherwise, why would he behave like that?

I opened my mouth to reply just when a very loud rumbling sound started behind us. At first it seemed like merely a cluster of rocks and lifeless objects. Until a creature emerged from the depths of them, raising them under a cloud of dirt and smoke. The Titan, echoing with a penetrating guttural voice.

“Goddamn… This is the Archaean?”

“Seems we woke the big guy up”

We observed the deity in awe, too dazed to say anything else, until someone caught our attention.

“Noct!” Prompto’s voice unexpectedly sounded above us. “You okay?”

“Guys!” I called them, relieved to hear from them. “We’re alright!”

“Thank heavens you’re safe” Ignis replied. “Is there a way back up?”

“There’s a path” I observed, pointing towards it.

“We’ll see where it leads” Gladiolus agreed. “You two look for a way down”

“Very well, stay alert” Ignis warned us, preoccupied.

“What?” Prompto snapped with a high pitch in his outraged tone. “We’re going where?!”

Leaving them to their own and resolute in our own endeavor, we started following the path.

“Are we good?” Gladiolus checked grumpily, not happy about being separated from the others. I wasn’t either. I had left behind the two I felt closer with as Ignis was my best friend and Prompto was the boy I related to the most. While I was friends with Gladiolus and Noctis, the situation was a bit more distant than with Prompto and Ignis. Our relationship was more of a work in progress. Yet I was glad that I wasn’t alone, the three of us would protect each other.

“As good as we can be” Noctis sulked, going on forward along the path.

“Nothing serious” I rubbed my ankle, as it seemed to have been affected by the violent earthquake and consequent fall.

“No time for whining” Gladiolus said to my surprise. “Are you hurt or not?”

“No” I scowled at him, offended by his sudden rude tone.

“Good” He defied me fiercely. “Because you should be up there with Iggy and Prompto instead of being stuck here with us”

“What are you implying?”

“That you would be even more of a burden if you really were hurt”

‘Even more of a burden’? ‘Even more’?

I silently fumed as I glared daggers at him. He had no right to say those things, to actually call me a burden. As though he was implying he was stuck with me there, having to look after me or else I would end up dead without his guarding.

“You sure you can continue?” Noctis feebly looked from Gladiolus to me.

“Positive”

“Let’s go then”

We continued walking and found that the heat became even stronger as we approached the Archaean. I followed as closely as I could, even if I was limping a bit and noticing a sharp pain in my sensitive ankle. I was also irritated by their continuous banter, probably due to the poor mood I was put in. The heat, the anxiety, the separation, the tension among us, our recent encounter with Ardyn… I felt extremely susceptible.

Earthquakes still occurred, which didn’t facilitate our efforts. Noctis also struggled with his head throbbing in pain, causing Gladiolus to having to keep a constant eye on him.

As we walked, we found it to be extremely tiring and distressing. Gladio’s glare on me also showed me that he wasn’t happy with my pacing.

“Hurry the hell up, Alexandria!” He shouted at me, extremely angry.

“I’m going as fast as I can!” I yelled back at him, irritated.

Furiously stomping his feet on the ground, he walked closer to me and I noticed he was about to pick me up and save himself the bother of putting up with me. I refused, too proud and mad to allow him.

“I’m fine!” I pushed him away, rejecting his alleged help. “I just need my time”

“We don’t have time” Gladiolus rebutted, still glaring at me. I defiantly held his glance, challenging him. The man just scowled and turned around, carrying on following the path.

I huffed, drying the sweat off my forehead, and pushed through the pain to go with them. Noctis was also dragging himself around, sluggish and grouchy.

“I’m sick of this endless walking…”

“And I’m sick of your endless whining” Gladio had snapped, taking him by the collar. “Calm the hell down”

“Gladio…” I intervened, but the glare he gave me next was enough to quiet me. I had never seen him so angry. Not him not anyone, for that matter.

I distanced myself from the argument, as it was between Gladiolus and Noctis.

“Get off my back” The latter complained, trying to be released from his grip.

“Are you a man or royal blood or aren’t you?”

“Of course I am, I couldn’t forget it if I tried!”

I just kept walking, leaving them to it. It was a private conversation that I didn’t want to meddle in, and most importantly, I also wanted to stay away from Gladio at the moment.

I looked over my shoulder and noticed that their angry expressions had softened and they were merely talking instead of arguing now. Even if I was still upset with Gladio, I tried to see his perspective.

It surely wasn’t easy being Noctis’ Shield. Constantly looking after him, willingly risking your own safety in order to assure his. Giving your best to turn him into a fair monarch even if he was merely just a spoiled and whiny prince, rendering your effort useless.

However, it was the first time I truly clashed with Gladiolus. Ignis was trying to do the same for Noctis in a way, and his tactic was different. Not to say that Ignis wasn’t accomplishing anything, but his methods were much softer. Gladiolus didn’t have to be so aggressive. His temper got the best of him.

When I noticed they started to walk, I did too before they caught up with me. Being slower, I needed the advantage not to hold them back.

Their glances were directed to me yet moved to the sky, and as I followed them I realized imperial forces were arriving to complicate things even further. The three of us summoned our weapons, prepared to withstand the battle, and faced the MTs as they approached us. Noctis and Gladiolus ran before me to get to them first, already slaying some of the soldiers.

Trying not to lean my weight on the injured ankle, I swung my sword until it collided with the closest MagiTek’s armor. I moved on to the next one once the other was defeated, but stopped at the sound of Noctis screaming and turned to the sound. When a MT attacked me, I fell to the ground trying to avoid the attack. Too worried for my friend, however, I weakly kicked the enemy and stood up while trying to reach Noctis as he clutched his head in pain, suffering from another potent headache in the middle of the battle.

“I’ll look after Noct, you look after yourself” Gladiolus actually pushed me, accompanying his gesture with a harsh glance. “You’re having enough trouble with that already”

I clenched my jaw, deeply hurt by such accusations. As if having to put up with everything else wasn’t enough, he had to remind me of it.

I let him run off to help Noctis, feeling useless and worthless. My ankle was hurt and I wouldn’t be able to catch up with them, and my battling skills wouldn’t serve much against the MTs nor against Titan, who had awakened and stomped his enormous hands against us.

At least they had finished the imperial army quite easily and we were just concerned with Titan now. I stood back to give them some space and avoid being a nuisance for them. I just remained there, seething in silence and hoping they would be okay when this ended once and for all. Heeding Gladiolus’ orders in spite of myself, I occupied myself with staying alive and letting the other two take care of each other.

I groaned in pain when I had to dodge Titan’s attack, hurting my ankle even further with the intense movement, as it started screaming in complaint. I also had to block a MagiTek attack with my sword, struggling in the ground while I wondered where it came from. I thought they had all perished.

“Bloody MagiTek!” I jumped to my feet and sunk my sword inside its armor, causing it to malfunction and wither.

I let out a loud grunt of pain and frustration as I clutched my very sore ankle.

Two pair of feet suddenly hurried my way, making me look in that direction.

“Alex!” Prompto was suddenly there, resting a hand in my back. “You doing okay?”

“You’re injured” Ignis joined him too, noticing my limp.

“I’ll be alright” I carelessly brushed off what was but an inconvenience. “Noct and Gladio…”

“Let’s go with them” Prompto didn’t think twice to wrap an arm around my waist and serve as a support for me.

Ignis walked ahead, rushing to reunite with our friends. To check on them and back them up in the battle.

“How’d you get hurt?” Prompto didn’t complain as I rested my weight over him, nor did he eye me as I grimaced and grunted from the effort of leaning on my bad ankle every two steps.

“I landed poorly when I fell” I sped up, causing him to do as well, and refused to meet his astonished stare.

“No biggie, you can still fight” He said to comfort me, taking importance out of it. “And we’ll also protect you”

But I didn’t want them to protect me. I wanted to be able to protect myself, it was something I should be able to do without help. Even though I wasn’t a Crownsguard like they were.

“I’m sorry, Prompto” I felt the need to tell him, finding it easier to open up to him.

“For what?”

“For being a burden”

“Come on, you’re not a burden! You’re just a bit bruised!”

I got quiet, letting the sound of our panting and the background noise of Titan’s attacks to envelope us. We struggled and strained when the deity caused yet another earthquake.

As we joined our three friends, we embarked in the great battle against the titanic Archaean.

Prompto let go of me and patted my back before summoning his guns and neatly shooting at the target. I summoned my own sword, not willing to give up completely in spite of it all. They were all too focused on the fight to pay attention to me, so I shouted to get the adrenaline pumping as I launched at the Titan. My poor attack was merely useful, it bounced right off him. In fact, the own force of my hit was enough to make me wobble and fall to the ground. That did bring the attention of my friends, who briefly looked at me and called me in despair before getting back to the battle.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Gladiolus shouted at me, too busy fighting to look my direction.

“Alexandria, stand back!” Ignis exclaimed. “Get to safety!”

‘Stand back, get to safety’ was a euphemism for ‘stop getting in our way and leave before you get yourself killed’. Even Ignis’ composed persona was angry and urgent in his warning.

I was suddenly realizing how blind I had been to believe I would be able to defend myself and others with my poor sword skills. They were more basic than I expected, barely enough to save myself. Yet definitely not enough to hold a fight against such an enemy like it was Titan.

I sighed, feeling yet another insecurity building up inside me. I was never supposed to go with them in the first place, I was just slowing them down. I had thought I could hold myself in battle, but what I didn’t realize was that it was true to a certain degree.

I was fighting alongside three prepared men. Even Prompto, who wasn’t as experienced as Ignis, or as big as Gladio, or as trained as Noctis. Prompto too was stronger than me, as he was a Crownsguard after all.

Crestfallen and compliant, I dragged myself away, not even bothering to stand to my feet, and anxiously observed the battle from a distance. They were doing great on their own, even better once they didn’t have to worry about me.

Noctis gave the final blow, ending the Archaean. Triggered by his demise, everything around us collapsed again. Heated lava exploded from the ground, which also shook violently. I was forced to drag myself away from there and shield myself as my friends ran to me.

We were trapped in there.

“You okay, princess?” Gladio’s words only made it worse, even though I was aware of the fact that he didn’t intend to hurt my feelings. With the last remark, he might have been playful as usual, teasing me a little. He might not have meant any harm that time even if before he had definitely said some hurtful things.

“I’m alright” I proudly said, rejecting the hand he was suddenly offering me and standing up on my own despite my injury.

“Alexandria” Ignis surely noticed something was very wrong with me, like he always did, but I deliberately ignored him.

“What are we gonna do?!” Prompto stared at us, scared as we had no way of escaping.

Just then, a wild rush of wind overcame us, along with a loud noise that we had become familiar with. An imperial craft flying over us.

“The Empire! Now?”

The ship came closer and closer, opening to reveal a tall figure that looked down at us.

“Fancy meeting you here!” To top it all off, Ardyn appeared to worsen things. “It occurs to me I never formally introduced myself. Izunia, Ardyn Izunia”

“Imperial Chancellor Izunia?” Of course Ardyn was with the Empire.

“At your service. And more importantly, to your aid” He gestured in a petulant and self-satisfied bow. “I guarantee your safe passage. Although you’re always welcome to take your chances down there. Buried among the rubble, is it?”

I grinded my teeth in pure hatred, having the sudden urge to look away not to even glance at him out of despite. My pride was screaming at me, saying I would rather die than give him the satisfaction of helping us when he was the one who put us in danger on the first place.

“Dying here is not an option” Ignis stated as tough it was a fact. “We have no choice, Noct”

We all observed the aforementioned expectantly, waiting for a response.

“I know” Noctis replied in the end, resigned to comply.

“I’m not going with that clown!” I was shaking with rage, closing my fists so tight that my nails were painfully sinking in my palms. I was fed up. Sweaty, injured, exhausted, apathetic and furious.

“Alexandria!” Ignis scolded me, angry and adamant.

“You’re gonna have to” Gladiolus sternly grasped my wrist with an iron hand and took me with them.

We accepted our fate and reluctantly accepted Ardyn’s help. The aid of a man that had been following us around and toying with us ever since we left Lucis. A man from the Empire.

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