#and I remember my mother breaking down in tears and hugging me and my siblings

[cyn--ical]

Autumn

Jeremiah Fisher x Conklin Sibling 

*moments of months with Jeremiah until next Summer -takes place between the first and second seasons*

The soft crackles and hisses of the fading fireplace filtered in through the double french doors, leading in from the living room and into the dining room. The house smelt like cinnamon and sandalwood and you were starting to get a headache

"Mom I have to leave now if I wanna be ready by 9" you sighed

"-Anddd you can, just after you help me finish this" she said motioning to the boxes of what she liked to call Susannah's 'Martha Stewart collection'

Laurel walked around the white marble dining table and took both your hands in hers, bringing them up to her lips "Honey you're so much better at this than I am, and I just want it to feel like her autumn before they get back" she whispered

"Why can't I ever say no to you" you groaned, leaning into your mom for a hug

"Oh the drama" She laughs, giving your hair an affectionate tussle, before pulling out another glass pumpkin from one of the many boxes that lined the kitchen counter

You'd just finished perfectly positioning the last of Susannah's decorations when you heard the locks on the front door

"We're back" Jere's voice echoed through the hall

You rushed out to meet Susannah before Laurel could fuss her upstairs

"Do you like it?" you asked, your heart sinking at how small and tired she looked as you walked her around, showing off what you'd spent the last hour and half doing

Jere lingered behind, ready to take his mothers hand at any slight stumble in her step

"AD couldn't have done it better darling" Susannah smiled, pulling you into her teddy coat, leaving a kiss on the top of your head

"Laurel! she's even remembered the little squirrels on the mantel" Susannah squealed, pointing excitedly at the little family of figurines dressed in checkered coats

Everyone loved seeing her this way, all giddy and full of life over the smallest things, these moments were rare and they held onto the them as long as they could

"She definitely got switched at birth, y/n's you all over" Laurel laughed

"My first girl" Susannah sighed, squeezing your hand tighter. You could see a tear start to sparkle in her eyes and you knew your mom hadn't missed it either

"Alright, alright, god, you're worse than my mother in law, Beck" Laurel rolled her eyes, gently putting a hand on Susannah's back, leading her towards the stairs

"You two have fun tonight and I want lots of pictures" Susannah grinned at you and Jere, sharing a look between you both as Laurel glared at her and up the stairs

"Take care of her Jeremiah" Laurel said, as she started to make her way up as well "-And no drinking" she called down, before you hear the soft click of Susannah's bedroom door

He'd been quiet this whole time and you knew that meant today hadn't gone well

"You know we don't have to go tonight"

"What..and miss seeing you in a slutty little outfit" Jere smirked raising an eyebrow at you

You rolled your eyes at your boyfriend, tiptoeing up you brought him into a hug. You could feel Jere's body relax against yours, the weight of the day rolling of his shoulders as your shared the pressure he carried. He rested his head in the crook of your neck and breathed in, it felt like the first breath he'd taken all day

"The Doctors said her treatment has plateaued, they said it gets worse before it gets better, but I don't think she's going to get better" His voice breaks as he says that and you feel helpless not being able to do anything but hold him tighter

"She will, they'll keep trying" you whispered into his hair

Jeremiah pulled away, wiping his eyes with a nonchalance

"So when do you wanna leave" he asked, clearing his throat

"Jere, we really don't have to go"

"I need to get out of this house" He snapped

"-I'm sorry" He sighed, seeing the look on your face, "I just can't deal with this stuff all the time and Conrad was supposed to come today"

You nodded your head in understanding. Belly was supposed to be here too, she'd been avoiding seeing Susannah a lot these days, she said it was too hard for her. Laurel had been furious with her for weeks now. But Belly was the youngest, she had been too young to remember the first time Susannah got really sick. It was a little selfish and you hated being your mom's go to emotional crutch but you tried not to blame Belly too much. Especially because you could see how much harder it had been on Jeremiah with Conrad

Susannah's constant need for picture perfection had made Jeremiah a chronic people pleaser and Conrad an anxious avoidant. One desperately wanting to be there for his mother but suffocating under the burden of doing it alone and the other stifled by the desire to be there for his brother and see it through together but struggling with his inherent need to bottle up and run at any sign of vulnerability. Both of them fighting to maintain the facade of the 'White picket fence Americana Fisher Family' like their mother had always wanted

The Conklin's being the only thing keeping them grounded in reality. However ugly it currently was, it was their only solace

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*not where I thought this story was going but, heres an exposition dump ¯\_(ツ)_/¯*

[docwritesshit]

HEY ANGST LEMME SLIDE IN THERE-

Redson x Sister!reader Angst as redson is kinda mad about her dating now and then they get into a huge fight and some PIF mother comfort please and a happy ending? One shot please...........

Ooooooh? Gladly!

Redson x Sis!Reader Angst

“YOU CANT JUST GO OUT LIKE THAT AND NOT FUCKING TELL ME!” Redson exclaimed, flames already starting to spurt out the strays of his hair. You growled, slamming you hand down on the table

“It was a spur of the moment thing! I texted you the first chance I got!” You shot back. She scoffed.

“That’s hardly any notice! And how long have you known this one?”

“That’s why it was a date. The point is to get to know each other! And I had fun! They didn’t even do anything!” You explained. Redson gave you a stern glare.

“You are old enough to be courted now. And you know that you have to run potential suitors by Father and Mother, and me. You should have done so before going off.” Redson clarified. You gaped

“Do you hear yourself? It’s modern times! Many don’t do that anymore! And Mother said that I can pursue who I want until I’m ready to marry them!”

“That was when things were different for us. With Father back-“

“Again with Father! You are so uptight now that he’s back. You are so desperate for their approval, it’s laughable. And so pitiful"

Redson paused, looking you in the eyes, a mixture of pain and flames of rage swirling inside them. Your gaze softened

"Im sorry, that was-"

Redsons' chair screeched as they pushed themselves from the table. She stalked away.

"Go ahead then. Go live your fucking life. Seek your own approval from the swine and let them break your heart. I wont be the shoulder for you to cry on when they do." He stated, turning the corner and disappearing.

Cut to you now in your room, going between curling into a ball and crying and punching your pillows. You couldn't see why this was such a big deal. It was such a little thing. Why did Reds-

Someone cleared their throat, making you whirl around to see your mother standing in your doorway, standing tall with a book in her hands. She smiled at you.

"May i come in?" She asked. You wiped your tears and nodded. Princess Iron Fam closed the door behind her, seeming to float over to the edge of your bed. She beckoned you over, sitting on the mattress. You reluctantly shuffled over and flopped down next to her.

She flipped open the book she carried, laying it on top of her lap. You glanced at the first page. Your eyes widened, seeing a beautifully drawn picture. A picture if… something familiar.

There was little you, only a toddler, sitting in the dirt with a circle drawn around and little Redson standing in-front of you, wielding a stick with his tiny chest puffed all the way out.

Your mother smiled softly, caressing the page gently.

"He always was your knight, in his mind. At least, when you two weren't causing havoc around the home."

She flipped to the next page, where you two were a bit older and he stood in-front of you as you cowered behind him, scared of a little bug that was just crawling around.

"He always protected you. He might snark and say the petty comment more than the genuine compliment, but he cares" She affirmed. She then closed the book, and looked at you.

"He is afraid he might not be able to be your knight here. And he cares too much to think you can handle yourself. Prove that you can, my little spark" She said. Tears pricked your eyes again. She tutted, wrapping you up in a hug.

"We all care, darling. We are all here. Just remember that," She murmured. You cried into her shoulder, sobs racking your body.

She was your sibling. He was your shield. You just needed to be able to proved yourself as the sword

[farity]

Enemies, part 7

Summary: Jace and Luke stop by, and so does someone else.

Warnings:  Smut

“Welcome, my Lords Strong.”

Aemond’s voice reverberated against the walls and columns, a sinuous sound that enveloped the two young men standing before the dais where he stood next to his wife.

Said wife turned around slowly and glared at him before turning back to her brothers.  “Jace, Luke, it is good to see you.”

Luke looked at his older brother before looking to his sister, and then his gaze landed on Aemond.

“Your sister is speaking to you,” Aemond said, menacingly.  “Is your appalling lack of manners yet another difference between you and her?”

“I would speak with you, brothers,” she interjected as Jace opened his mouth, “may we find a table and break bread together?”

Luke’s eyes were still on Aemond’s, half defiant, half terrified, and when Jace nodded, he followed his siblings.

Aemond knew his wife’s younger brother was trying his hardest to not turn around, and if his own boots made a sound slightly louder than usual on the stone floor as he followed behind them all, it was not his fault.

Should the younger bastard turn to face him he would find barely repressed fury and years-long resentment simmering behind Aemond’s eye.

To Aemond’s relief - and disappointment - Luke did not turn around.

* * * * * 

“Absolutely not.”

“Aemond, they will not hurt me.  Frankly, I would like to speak to Jacaerys alone but I dare not leave Luke with you.”

Aemond smirked.  “Would you like me to fetch one of the children’s nurses to watch over him?

She tried not to smile.  “Maybe a septon would be best.”  She reached up to caress his scarred cheek.  “I imagine this is difficult for you, and I know you restrain yourself for me.”

“In more ways than one,” Aemond snapped, eye flaring when she grabbed his face in both hands.

“I am saying thank you, husband, for I do not know if I should have the same restrain as you.  Just seeing Luke makes me want to both hug him and tear off one of his eyes with my bare nails.”

He said nothing, but the muscle in his jaw twitched beneath her palm.

“Jace was the one she had to mold, I was the one that proved she did her duty, but Luke- Luke was always the one she poured her love onto.  Her sweet boy.”

“And Joffrey?”

She rolled her eyes.  “I should not know him if I saw him in the street.  Much like your Daeron.  Must be the fate of a fourth child.”

Aemond ran the back of his fingers down her cheek.  “If he should give hint of any violence or threat, even if you are not sure-”

“I shall shriek like a creature of the forest until my lord and husband tears down the door and saves me.”

He sighed, exasperated.  “You are the most trying thing I’ve ever met.”

“You are the best of them,” she told him suddenly, quietly, kissing his cheek when he gave her a look.  “You truly are, Aemond.”

“I could say the same.”

She shook her head.  “No, I am not.  Jace is.  He is kind and wants to do his best.”  Her eyes met his.  “Even if he cannot throw a proper punch,” she added, smiling.

Aemond’s mouth raised at the corner.  “He truly does throw a pathetic punch.”  He lowered his head to kiss her.  “Go, and keep both of you safe.”

* * * * * 

Luke safely ensconced with a septon, you headed to one of the map rooms to meet with your older brother.  He was tapping his fingers on the windowsill, as he often did, and nodded at you before taking a seat.

“How is it that Aegon walks?” Jace began, not mincing words.  “I heard he was near death.”

You sat down across from him, resisting the urge to place your hands on your belly.  “There is magic beyond dragons.  Some of it walked through our doors soon after he was injured.”

Jace shook his head, dark curls reminding you of a time when you wished you had the same hair as your siblings.  “What magic is this?”

“Do you remember when we learned of the Lord of Light?  The red women who serve him?”

He nodded. “R’hilor.”

“Yes.  One of those red priestesses stopped by.  I did not see her, I was- I was mourning mother.  She healed Aegon before leaving.”

“How?  Why?”

“I do not know, Jace.  All I know is that she wanted dragon fire and Helaena, desperate, took her to see Dreamfyre.  No one else was there and Helaena will not speak of it so I do not know what exactly transpired.  Aemond has tried and even he cannot coax it out of her.”

“Speaking of Aemond.”  Jace looked at you carefully.  “Is it an act, the way he is around you?  As if he would protect you from everything and everyone?”

You shook your head.  “It is no act.  He is good to me.  He has cared for me and has, indeed, protected me, even against his own family.”  You wanted to say more, to tell your brother how your marriage was filled with caring.  There was danger in saying such things, in thinking such things, and you pressed your lips together.

“I suppose you have to make the best of it.”  He tapped his fingers on the table again before he remembered something.  “Baela said to tell you she sends her love.”

You smiled, immediately picturing your stepsister’s dear face.  “How is Baela?  And Rhaena?”

Before your eyes, your brother’s expression softened and you thought you saw a wash of red over his cheeks.  “She is,” he began, “we are-” he cleared his throat.  “She is with child.  We married quietly days ago.”

“Oh Jace,” you walked around the table, and despite everything, he smiled and returned your hug.  “I am so happy for you both.”  You wanted to tell him your own news but things were going so well and you were fearful of upsetting him.

“Sister, there is much to discuss now.”  He let go of you, returning to his seat.  “Baela wants what is left of her family near her.  She wants her sister.  She wants her grandparents.  Losing both Rhaenyra and Daemon in such a short time has dealt her a great wound.”

What about me?  Do I not suffer their loss, too?

Jace seemed torn and you knew there was so much more.  “I do not blame her.”

“She wants to return to Driftmark.  To live there.”

You said nothing, understanding his dilemma.  As Rhaenyra’s heir and Prince of Dragonstone, he was duty-bound to the ancient place where you all had spent time as a family.  But now his beloved wanted something else.  And her reasons were powerful, especially now.

“And what do you want, brother?”

Jace rubbed his face and you knew in that moment that his world had changed and it, in turned, had changed him.  “I know I should say The Iron Throne,” he intoned dramatically.  “And I do.  It is what I was raised for.  It was mother’s and she never got to reign.  I think she would have done a good job.”

If Daemon had allowed her to, you thought.

“But it brought grandfather nothing but worries and fighting, and it brought mother nothing but strife and death, and I do not want that for myself.  Or Baela.  Or the child.”

Jace was silent for a long time.

“Does it make me a coward?”

“Jace, it makes you good man,” you replied softly.  “Grandfather tried to have it both ways and it tore the family apart.  Mother nearly buckled under the weight of being the heir.  It is not cowardice to want something else.”

His eyes rose to your face.  “Of course you would say that.  Keep Aegon on the throne, keep your new family happy.”

“Oh come on, Jacaerys!” You stood, your chair making a loud scraping sound against the stone floor.  “If I agree with you, you see machinations, if I disagree with you, will you think me heartless?”  You stared at him, willing him to listen.  “Maybe there are paths left to explore.”

* * * * * 

Aemond was pacing at the end of the hallway, and when he saw the door open, he rushed to see his wife stepping out.  “Prince Jacaerys and Prince Lucerys will have dinner in their rooms.  We shall meet again in the morning.”

She took his arm and tried to turn him away from where he was staring, Luke walking out of the room where he had been waiting with a septon.  He looked up and saw Aemond and froze, and it was only because his wife tugged harder on his arm that he let her lead him away.

“We should speak with Aegon and your grandfather,” she said quietly.

“What has happened?” he asked.

She looked up at him, her expression more at peace than it had been in many days.  “There is much to be done.  I will tell you everything.”

She told him all the details of the conversation, Jace’s initial resistance and how they had come up with some possible options.  The problem was Otto.  The man would not be so open to anything that deviated from his wish to see Rhaenyra’s line completely nullified.  Maybe Aegon, newly reborn Aegon who saw things differently now, would be the key.

“You are right,” Aemond said, pacing again in their bedchamber.  “Grandfather will not be so easily led.”

“If the king himself wills it,” she replied, then rubbed her eyes.  “I am not used to being so tired.”  

He immediately took her hand, led her to their bed.  “Lay down.  I will not allow this business to take away from your health.”

“Will you stay with me?” she asked, slipping off her shoes, and Aemond tried not to react, tried not to show how her request touched him.  

“Of course,” he said simply, watching her as she undressed down to her shift and sat back against the pillows.  “Come here,” he murmured, and again, was surprised by the easy way in which she went into his arms, wrapped an arm around his waist and sighed.

Touched, he said nothing as she drifted off into sleep, but smiled as some time later she began curling into him, first her hand going higher up on his chest, then one shapely leg slipping over his thigh.  Her walls came down so easily in sleep, he thought, and he reached out to brush his thumb against her nipple.  She made a little noise and her fingers reached up to touch his neck.  He reached up under the hem of her shift, finding her warm and wet, soft, lazy circles that made her sigh.

Her lips parted and Aemond could not resist them, he ran the tip of his tongue along her bottom lip and she reached up, her eyes fluttering.  Before she fully opened them, he took her mouth, and she moaned against him. 

“Aemond,” she breathed when they pulled apart, and she let him shift her onto her back, spread her thighs apart so he could taste and devour. 

He took his time, her hands reaching into his as she rose and rose, letting her savor every single swipe of his tongue.  He would feel her fall, her body trembling, her breathing turning into sobs, but for now he delighted in the way her nails dug into the back of his hands, the way her thighs began to tense as he drove her higher and higher.

She moaned, never letting go of his hands.  When her hips began to rock ever so slightly, he knew, and feasted on her until she cried out, her sobs of pleasure the sweetest sound he had ever heard, her hands tight on his.

He rose to see her face flushed, her hair strewn all over the pillow.  Her eyes were dreamy and soft and she extended her arms to him.  

Tell me, tell me, do you love me?

He drove inside her, went into her arms, brushed her hair off her face.  There were words on his lips and he kept them to himself, palming one of her breasts instead.  She pulled him down to press her mouth to his, and he began snapping his hips.  The need to have her, soft and warm beneath him, might have shamed him some other time, but now he embraced it, the feel of her, her skin, her hands, her lips, and let her take everything from him.

* * * * * 

“Did you know Aegon has told Helaena he no longer wishes to share her bed?”

She turned to look at him.  “No.”

Aemond fixed his eye patch, tightened the tie in his hair.

“You are very beautiful, husband, now tell me more.”

He turned to find her smiling at him and rolled his eye at her.  “He told her he loved her as his sister and he loved their children, but he would not lay with her any more.”

“What did Helaena say?”

“According to Aegon, she smiled at him and kissed his cheek and then went to play with the children.”

She wrapped her braid around itself, secured a comb Rhaenys had given her long ago into it.  

Aemond walked up behind her, kissed her temple.  “I thought we would speak with Aegon first.  Present a united front to grandfather.”

And to your mother, she did not say.

They walked to Aegon’s rooms, and Aemond did not tell her he could see it now.  The gentle curve of her belly now had a small protrusion, barely visible, barely felt.  

* * * * * 

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Can you do a second part of Charybdis reader from where Adam killed Zeus? Because imagine Poseidon finding out the Charybdis is still a child needing his protection and guidance when he abandoned them, and decided to try to mend his relationship with them only to see reader is adopted by the Valkyries and human fighters, no longer seeing him as her parent. I feel like he will feel crushed when he heard reader called Adam, 'Papa'.

-Poseidon could only gawk as Adam told Zeus, as well as the whole arena, your name, Charybdis, a name he remembers well, you were one of his children.

-You were so small, so young, he couldn’t believe his eyes that the ‘monster’ that Zeus punished all those years ago was such a young child.

-He knew that you were the monster, and what you did in the strait, creating destructive whirlpools to get any food you could.

-Poseidon wasn’t bothered by the fact you were locked down at the bottom at the ocean, as you had stolen from Zeus’ son, to him you were a criminal that was being punished.

-Had he known you were still so small, so young, after being abandoned by your mother after he abandoned her, he would have fought for you, he would have tried to protect you.

-Poseidon was quick to seek you out after you and Adam went backstage, he paused, peeking around a corner to see you hugging Hercules, “Big brother!!”

-He had no idea you had such a relationship with Hercules, as he was the one you stole from, but here he was, doting on you so gently, so tenderly.

-Poseidon was shocked when he learned that not only did you have a sibling type of relationship with Hercules, but the Valkyries had adopted you as their youngest sister, and Adam now saw you as his daughter, despite being a demigod yourself, and with him, came the rest of the human fighters, all of them adopted you as a daughter or granddaughter.

-Poseidon was hesitant to approach you, especially with the other warriors around you, ones who were so protective of you.

-He got his chance when he saw you with Goll, the two of you taking a long walk, approaching you both.

-Poseidon wanted a relationship with you again, to make up for his past, for what he had done to you and what he had let happen to you.

-Goll froze, afraid of the stoic and intimidating looking god, while you hid behind her leg as he kneeled down, “Charybdis, do you remember me?”

-You were clutching Goll’s hand, peeking out from behind her, looking absolutely terrified of him, “You’re the bad man who abandoned mama and me. Then mama left me too.”

-Your words made him wince, as you were brutally honest, you only saw him as a bad guy.

-Poseidon was trying to remain calm, not wanting to scare you, “I didn’t mean to make her leave you as well, my daughter. Had I known I would have come back for you.”

-You shook your head, not wanting to listen to his words, your eyes clenching closed, “Then why didn’t you save me when Zeus trapped me in the ocean?! He said I was bad and bad people get punished! I-I didn’t mean to steal the cow; I was just so hungry!”

-You were quickly in tears, breaking his heart with each one, guilt quick to gnaw at him.

-He reached his hands out to you, to comfort you, “Charybdis I-” you slapped his hand when it got too close to you, it didn’t hurt him, but he froze, seeing you pull back in fear from him.

-Goll went to grab you and run when the three of you heard Adam, “Why is Y/N crying?”

-You gasped, turning to see him as he was quickly walking over, seeing that you were upset and you quickly ran over, “Papa!” and leapt into his arms, your arms around his neck and Goll quickly ran over, hiding him behind.

-Poseidon was stunned, seeing you run to hug another man, calling him papa.

-His hands slowly lowered, his heart breaking as he realized there was no chance of getting you back, not after everything that he has done, not after everything you suffered through.

-Adam glared at him as he stood, as Poseidon was the one to make you cry, something he regretted before Adam spoke, “I will say this only once, Poseidon, leave Y/N alone. You may have created her, but she’s not your daughter. You lost that right when you abandoned her.”

-Poseidon said nothing, as he knew it was the truth, harsh as it was, he couldn’t argue with the words of Adam.

-He stood and bowed his head only to you, before he turned, feeling his heart breaking as he walked away from you again, knowing he had no one to blame but himself.

[super-teca-dragon]

Maya and the three: A new Journey, chapter 1: The aftermath

So, this is how it ends. A part of Maya knew this was going to happen, but a part of her still hoped it wouldn't.

But if it meant saving her friends and family, so be it. With the last of her strength, she plunged Eagle Claw into Mictlan's heart. She saw white and then darkness. And then felt nothing.

Maya felt her heart break. It was so quiet. She didn't imagine death to be so quiet. It was lonely.

"Fret not, Maya." A familiar voice said, "It is not yet your time."

Ah Puch.

"W-What?" Maya asked, "I don't understand."

"With all you and your family have done, we believe it is only fair you get a chance at a life long-lived."

Maya remembered who was waiting for her in the afterlife. Her brothers, her mother, Picchu, Zatz, "But what about my family?"

"We will wait for you, Maya." Lance said. Maya teared up at the sound of her brother's voice.

"We will always be with you." Shield said.

"You're never alone, hermana." Daggers said.

"Picchu wishes princess well." Picchu said.

"We love you, Maya." Micte said, "We are so proud of you.”

"I… I'll miss all of you." Maya whispered.

…

Maya felt herself encased in something soft and warm, her eyes wet with tears. She slowly opened her eyes and took in her surroundings. She was in her bedroom.

She slowly got out of bed and walked towards the exit. It felt like all her energy was drained out of her. Before Maya could leave and look for anyone, she saw Rico and Chimi down the hall. The three friends saw each other and froze in their tracks.

There was silence for a while until Rico and Chimi ran to Maya, trapping her in a tight group hug, "We thought we lost you." He said.

Maya smiled as a tear ran down her face. "We did it, didn't we?" Maya whispered, hugging them back.

"We did." Chimi said.

"What happened?"

"After you defeated Mictlan, we saw our families again. Once everything calmed down, we found you unconscious."

"You look terrible." Rico said.

Maya chuckled, looking down at her bruises, "Where are my parents?"

"They're checking on Zatz."

Maya's heart stopped, "What do you mean?"

"Oh, d-did we not mention that?"

Rico and Chimi helped Maya walk down the hall, "We also found Zatz and Vucub." Chimi explained, "Vucub hasn't woken up yet, but he's ok. Zatz woke up a few hours ago. He looks just as awful as you."

They made it to one of the many rooms in the palace. Inside were King and Queen Teca and Zatz, lying in bed. Zatz was in simple black clothes and was covered in bruises like her. He stared at her with wide eyes.

The minute she saw him, Maya's eyes welled up. The last time she saw him, he was killed in front of her. And now he was here, alive and well.

Zatz smiled and held his arms out. Maya instantly ran into them. They silently cried as they held each other, "I thought I lost you.” Maya said.

"You could never lose me." Zatz said.

Later that night, there was a celebration in Teca to honor their fallen and celebrate Mictlan's defeat. Maya had a quiet dinner with her friends and family and told them what she saw before she woke up.

"You have no idea how grateful we are that you're alive." King Teca said after dinner.

"Me too." Maya said, "So, did you name the twins?"

"It was easy." Queen Teca said, "We named the boy, Jaguar, and the girl, Eagle."

"After me?"

"We wanted to honor their siblings."

"But I'm still alive."

"We don't see how that's relevant." King Teca said.

Maya smiled and hugged her parents, "You get some rest, mija." Queen Teca said.

"Buenas noches." Maya replied. When her parents left her room, Maya went to the room where Zatz was sleeping. He was sitting on the floor, staring at the moon, listening to the celebration of the rest of the kingdom below.

Maya silently sat next to him, "Hey.” She said, "Are you ok?"

"What you said about seeing your family before you woke up…" Zatz said, “It reminded me of my father."

"Oh… did you hear him too?"

"Yeah. I heard Mama, too." Zatz wiped a tear from his eye, "They said they're proud of me."

Maya smiled and put her hand on his, "Of course, they are." They sat in comfortable silence for a little while, "Hey… this might be a bad time to ask, but… what happened to Acat?"

Zatz was caught off guard, "Do you really want to know?" Maya nodded. Zatz explained what his father told him. How Acat didn't tell Mictlan where he was and how it led to her getting killed.

Maya almost didn't know what to say, "Oh, I'm… I'm sorry. Do you… do you miss her?"

"Sometimes." Zatz admitted, "I loved her at one point, but by the time you and I met, my feelings had faded. I still enjoyed our time together before then." He gripped her hand tighter, "Acat will always be a part of me, but believe me, Maya, I love you now."

"I know." Maya smiled. She moved closer to him and hugged him tightly, "I do think we could've been good friends." Zatz smiled and kissed the top of her head. They sat there for a while longer until Maya returned to her room.

Everyone fell asleep as soon as their heads hit their pillows. They dreamed of the adventures that lie ahead.

A few months later, Maya, Rico, Zatz, and Chimi had returned from the Jungle Lands. There had been word of unusual trappers and the four warriors went to investigate the situation.

Maya ran to tell her parents about what they found. She found them with Vucub, "Mama! Papa!" Maya said, "You won't believe what we saw."

"Slow down, mija, what happened?" Queen Teca asked.

"Ok, so, you know how there were strange people in the Jungle Lands?" Her parents nodded, "Well, these guys were really big and ha-had spiked helmets and armor with these giant arrows and axes. You should've seen them, some of them had red faces- anyway, they say they're 'dragon hunters."

""Dragon hunters'?" King Teca repeated, "What's a dragon?"

"I-I don't know, they're like giant monster lizard things. They come from an island we've never heard of, a whole other world."

"Another world?" Queen Teca asked.

"How is that possible?" King Teca wondered.

"We have to go there." Maya said, "We need to go with these 'dragon hunters.' There's so much out there we haven't seen yet, who knows what we'll discover!"

The king and queen looked at each other, not knowing what to think about what their daughter was saying, "Mija, think about what you're saying." Queen Teca said, "We know nothing about these strangers. How do we know they aren't dangerous-?"

"Which is why I am going with you." Vucub said, suddenly. The Tecas turned to the god in shock, "I may have lost my sight, but I am still a mighty warrior. If we can survive Mictlan, we can survive this world of 'dragons.' I shall accompany Maya and her friends to this new world."

King and Queen Teca looked at Vucub and then their daughter. The blind god made a good point. They've gone through much worse.

Meanwhile, Micte's body materializes, opening her eyes to see a different realm, out of the earthly plane of existence. Seeing She softly questions "What is this place?"

“You are in the spirit realm, milady. An undefined world, an alternate reality where perspective is skewed.” A voice said, referring to the solid gold tone of the realm, a chi lake with ripples, where peach blossom petals drift by and movements that echo the circularity of yin and yang, and the energy of chi circles.

Micte hears the voice, slowly looking up to see an old, and wise tortoise descend to her level

“Who are you?” Micte softly asks. The tortoise chuckles before saying “I am Grand Master Oogway the Magnificent,  but you may call me Oogway, your majesty.” As Oogway chuckled again. 

Micte prepares to introduce herself until Oogway says “I already know who you are, Lady Micte, Goddess of death! It is an honor to meet you. 

Micte smiles, saying “It is an honor as well, Oogway.”

“Maya is growing, maturing.” Said Oogway smiling.

Micte grows worried “Will Maya be okay?”

“Maya will be alright, milady. I have a vision that she will be the hero and queen she was always meant to be.” Oogway reassured Micte as he smiled.

“Where are they going next?” Asked Micte.

“To the island of the dragon riders.”

TO BE CONTINUED

(Also I got my account back! I'll change the name, but I'll keep the profile)

[Also credit to @fandomchatfabi for mostly writing this chapter, they're great at fanfiction! Check em out!]

[foxydivaxx]

Gossip Girl AU Prequel: Z After Dark Chapter 3

A Gossip Girl story ain't a Gossip Girl story without Gossip Girl herself showing up. So this is Gossip Girl's first recorded appearance in-universe. Warnings: sexual content, alcohol

This just in!! Mihawk Dracule has filed from divorce from Terra Roronoa!! As if that ain't enough, Arashi, Zs father has filed for divorce as well. Apparently, the guy filed for divorce but somehow the woman blocked it.

Great news for Z, his new music has been widely acclaimed. Now the question remains, what is Z's next move? Watch this space because things are about to get heated as the summer holidays come to a close.

And who am I? That's one secret I will never tell.

XOXO,

Gossip Girl

Zoro wakes up screaming and panicking. “Baby what’s wrong?” Sanji asks groggily as Zoro’s screams woke him up. The greenette begins to pant, gasping for air as fear begins to paralysed him. He was having yet another nightmare relating to his mum and her abuse. This one involved his mother beating and kicking him repeatedly several times. This was why he asked Sanji to stay with him.

Sanji looked at him with deep concern and cups his face in his hands. “It’s okay, baby. That woman is not here and if she dares lay a hand on you, we will make her pay.”

He then hugs Zoro who simply hugs him back, tears flowing down his eyes. His childhood robbed, his identity stolen. All he ever is is a broken boy. That little boy that used to be there died the moment that woman began her work on him.

"I...I....I don't deserve this. All this fame. All this love. Everything." Sanji hugs Zoro tight and kisses his forehead. "You are wrong Marimo. You deserve everything and much more."

The greenette could only nod whilst Sanji continues to cuddle him. Sanji can understand how it feels to be in Zoro's shoes better than anyone. He is the son of Sora who is the Queen of Pop. Imagine the big shoes he and his siblings have to fill. Plus the fact that their father, rapper Judge Vinsmoke is a deadbeat dad and an abusive bastard at that, then you have traumatized kids.

"Remember when we first met?

Sanji grins. "You made fun of my brows and called me Curly and I fired back and called you Marimo because of your hair and we had a nasty argument that day."

They both laughed. "I believe we were 6 year olds then." says Zoro. "Yeah. I think so. The fact that we are still together is funny. I mean, everyone thought we hated each other till one day out of the blue, I called you my husband."

Sanji falls over laughing. "I still can't believe you fucking said that!!"

"Got jealous because Maria kissed you." Sanji just giggles. "Jesus fucking Christ!! So that was why you pulled me away from her?!" Sanji asked. Zoro nods.

"I envied Sukuna because that bitch had rizz back then. Still fucking does. I even thought he was gonna steal you from me." Zoro admits. "So that is why you even act bitchy towards him huh?"

"That plus that was why I lost my virginity at that gay bar in Italy to Griffith. You know? That rich guy I met at the club there. He was my boyfriend for like 3 months then."

Sanji gasps. Everyone knows the Griffith story but not the full details. He never knew how wild Zoro was back then. Considering he himself did similar shit, like hello he worked at a strip club at the time so he knows the drill. But damn. "Dude!! How did you fucking sneak into a fucking gay bar?! Like you were fucking 13 then!!"

"Perona helped. That is all I can say about that. Either way, the guy was quite charming and good looking."

"Yeah but not as hot as I am right?"

"Yes."

"But what made you break up with him?"

"The motherfucker cheated on me with some French model. Like the bitch used me for cheap publicity. Not helping was Sesshomaru leaking out my private details to the press around that time."

"Now I get why we never saw you in school for years."

"Either way, that is the past. You know what? Maybe I should come back to school. But before that, we should celebrate the summer. Like I wanna do fun stuff with you my buddies. I mean, can you believe that I have never chilled in the fucking pool not even once?!"

A bright idea pops up in Sanji's mind. "I think now is the time to host a pool party."

"THAT SOUNDS AWESOME!!"

"Like we can host it this weekend. Of course we will ask Mihawk for permission. Then we will invite those that we trust. Food, booze, you name it. We will sort that. And most importantly..."

Sanji rolls them aorund so that he was on top of Zoro and kisses his lips. "I will give myself to you that day. Yes Daddy, I want you to dominate me that day and fuck me silly and make me your sugar baby officially. I want you to be the King you fucking are."

Zoro was taken aback by this at first. He did not expect Sanji to be that open about it like that. Though to be frank, he and Sanji have been acting like a couple for a long time. They never brought up the sex conversation before.

"If that is what my baby wants, then I will give it to you and spoil you rotten." Sanji giggles and proceeds to make out with him.

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Later that weekend, all of Zoro's friends get invited to the pool party that was being hosted at Mihawk's house. The media gets wind of it of course and every single blog talks about it.

Zoro no longer gives a shit. He is all about having a great time. None of the adults are around. Well, the staff are obviously but the parents are out of town so that the kids can have their fun.

"Now this is what I'm talking about!!" says Sukuna as he sips on some beer in a plastic cup. "About time Big Z hosted us properly without a certain someone breathing down our damn necks!!" says Rukia.

Zoro snorts with laughter. His eyes then fall on Sanji who was having a chat with Nami and Gojo next to the barbecue spot. Sukuna and Eren exchange smirks.

"Are they or aren't they fucking?" Usopp asked. Everyone laughs. Sanji blushes. "OI!! BITCH WHAT THE FUCK?" Zoro raises an eyebrow. "Really dude?" he says in a joking tone.

"Just what I wanna know too." Zoro rolls his eyes. Of course this motherfucker would show his dirty face at his own party. He whips around and glares daggers at a smirking Sesshomaru.

Zoro remembers the conversation he and Sanji had the night before. He no longer fears anyone anymore. "Why the fuck are you here? No one fucking invited you."

Everyone stops what they are doing and watches the drama unfold. Sesshomaru has a fake hurt expression on his face. "Oh come on!! That is no way to speak to a friend."

"You stopped being a friend the moment you leaked out my whereabouts and private information to the paparazzi and media.I also got intel that my mamma was paying you to spy on me."

Jaws drop at that revelation. "It's not what you think."

It was at this point that Zoro just explodes and goes off on him. "Or really? Oh and what about that that interview you gave where you said shit about my sex life? I get that I was underage and stuff but bitch you had no fucking right!!" Sesshomaru gets on the floor and tries to crawl away. Sanji places a hand on Zoro's shoulder. That calms him down.

"Good thing you showed your dirty face here. One less bitch left to deal with because I have already started weeding all you fake bitches out of my life which as why I never invited you!!"

He gets down on his knees, the signature Roronoa death glare in place. Compared to before, the death glare was a lot more menacing. Everyone in the room literally cowered in fear. "I suggest you and your little bitches run because if I still fucking find you bitches in here, I will not hesitate to send you bitches to hell." he says in the coldest tone he could muster.

With that, Sesshomaru and his cronies run for it. "Bet the bastard will go report to his mistress." says Sanji. "Let him. Besides, the woman has no power anymore. Either way, bae you and I got something to attend to." Zoro whispers.

Sanji grins. "Lead the way." Zoro takes Sanji's hand and pulls him away. The others snicker as they all knew what was about to happen.

Once they are in Zoro's room, Sanji locks the door behind him. Zoro grabs his lover and slams him against the wall, kissing him passionately.

Sanji lets out a moan as Zoro leaves a trail down his neck. Thankfully, they were wearing boxers which makes things easier for them. They pull down each other's boxers and move over to the bed.

Zoro crawls on top of him and stares lovingly at Sanji. "Why ain't I a lucky son of a bitch?" Sanji chuckles. "I can say the same about myself too."

The greenette gets to work and begins to kiss and bite certain parts of the blonde's skin, leaving him a moaning mess. "You are mine Sanji. Remember that." Zoro growls out. Sanji could feel his cock twitch with excitement as Zoro was now taking more control, owning his sexiness for once. He was finally maturing into the tiger that he truly was.

"Ah...Zoro...."

It seemed like the Sesshomaru incident had caused Zoro to snap as he kept on torturing Sanji but teasing him relentlessly. He spies the lube on the bedside table and grabs it. He pours a generous amount on his fingers and inserts one into Sanji's hole.

Sanji hisses in pain at first. It has been a while he has had sex. "You okay babe?" Sanji nods. "Been a while." Once he feels settled, he nods at Zoro who begins to slowly push his finger in and out of Sanji's ass.

Sanji moans in pleasure. "Fuck that feels good....." Zoro smirks and begins to get aggressive and inserts a second finger in, continue to thrust, earning more moans.

He then inserts a third one and increases his speed. "This is just the beginning bae. Once I insert my cock into you, I will make you lose your mind."

"D-DON'T TALK DIRTY LIKE THAT YOU FUCKING MOSSHEAD!!" Zoro laughs and pulls out his fingers. He then flips Sanji around so that he was on all fours. "Oh you are seriously asking for it you dirty brat!!"

He then proceeds to smack his butt real hard, earning a loud howl. Zoro continues to spank him until his asscheeks are completely red.

Sanji was happy about this. This was what he clearly wanted. He wanted Zoro to lose his mind like that and dominate him like the bad bitch that he is.

Sanji just smirks. "That all you got." Zoro raises an eyebrow. "Don't get too cocky bitch." He then spreads his ass cheeks and without warning, inserts his cock into his hole.

"AAH!!"

Zoro smirks and continues to pound into that ass without warning. "Oh my...fuck!! AH YES!! FUCK ME!! FUCK ME HARD!!" Sanji screams.

"That's it you dirty slut!! Take all of me!!" He keeps on fucking the living daylights out of him. Sanji begins to cry out some incoherent gibberish as it just feels good.

Soon, Zoro hits his prostrate which makes him see stars. "AH!! FUCK!!!" Zoro keeps on attacking that same spot, pulling Sanji back and capturing his lips in a kiss. "Fuck...I...I'm getting close." With one last final thrust, both men cum at the same time.

"Wow..." Sanji says, panting. Zoro soon pulls out and falls on the bed, chuckling. "I think I overdid it."

"Nah that felt good." Zoro helps to clean them up and the two head back outside, holding hands. "So, does this make us official?" Sanji asked. Zoro grins. "Yes it does."

Meanwhile, Sesshomaru is dragged and dumped in front of Terra. "Useless fool." she says. "I couldn't kill him. Not with that many people there."

"Excuses. Excuses. Excuses." She pulls out a gun and points it at him. "Say hello to your mother for me." Without hesitation, she pulls the trigger. Sesshomaru closes his eyes and says a silent prayer, preparing for the worst only for nothing to happen.

He opens his eyes to see a flag sticking out of the gun saying "Sike." She smirks. "Be grateful I did not stoop that low." She then whispers in his ear. "You were always a more worthier son to me than Zoro anyway." With that, she walks way with her guards following her, leaving a confused Sesshomaru behind.

Things are getting out of hand here. Terra as you can see is one heck of a scary woman.

[tinycoded360]

In the darkness, I could use a little company Chapter 1: Crash and Action

(I'm reposting my story, so I can try to make a masterlist post. Don't mind me)

A small figure huddled along for warmth within the walls of an abandoned human dwelling. Sage's stomach gnawed with hunger pains. She hadn't eaten in two days. She wishes her family was still here, she misses them dearly, and she starts to tear up. This winter has been cruel, even to the humans that once lived here. Sage remembers how her father just a few days ago had been pacing back and forth in their little dwelling. Their food stores had depleted by that time. The beans that lived in the house had taken a lot of their food with them as they packed and left in a hurry. Sage remembers how her mother pulled her close in a warm hug, her parents were worried that they would starve or freeze with the harsh winter. They had left to go borrowing, and that was the last she saw of them. Sage tears up with grief, she knows in her heart that her parents are dead. She’s lost her whole family to the bitter cold. Her siblings are gone, and now her parents are too. She wipes her eyes and gets up; she knows her family would not want her to give up. Sage, the youngest and smallest of her siblings (not that it mattered anymore, since she was the last.), was just a meager four inches tall—a delicate, fragile thing with wide, curious eyes that held a spark of determination despite her fear. She grabs her borrowing gear and goes searching for any kind of food, even if she must find a bug or small rodent to hunt. (Those are rare to find nowadays in the cold empty houses.)

The house her family had been living in proved once again to be barren. Sage knows if there was food to be found, her father would have found it days ago. Sage gathers the courage to make her way to the next house over. She fashions a zipline out of string. She ties the string to a home-made bow and arrow. She stands on the sill of the open window and shoots it over to the other house, window. She is lucky the other house window is open a crack. She takes a deep breath and zips over. The wind is cold and nips at her face. She had a rough landing, but she made it.

She carefully climbs down to the counter below. Again, she was lucky and this window led to the kitchen. She is in luck she spots one can of beans. Granted she has no idea how she would get it open. Maybe if she pushed it off it would break open. Gathering her courage, Sage pushes with all her might, trying to make the can of goods fall off the edge. Sage loses her footing as the can tumbles off the edge, her momentum taking her with it. "Please, no!" she cried, her voice barely audible as she plummeted downward, arms flailing in a futile attempt to grasp any semblance of safety. But there was nothing to catch her, and she collided with the cold floor below. The world went dark.

******

Will trudged through the deep snow, squinting against the biting wind. The crash kept replying in his mind - the way the small plane had shuddered and tilted sickeningly before plunging to the earth. He remembered the terror in Astrid's eyes in those final moments before they'd been thrown free from the wreckage. Now she was out there somewhere, alone in this frozen wilderness. He had to find her. But to do that, he needed to survive. The temperature was plummeting as night fell. Every inch of Will's body ached from the cold. He pulled his jacket tighter, but it provided little relief from the relentless wind. With each labored step, he sank to his knees in the heavy drifts. Exhaustion tugged at the edges of his consciousness, urging him to rest. But he couldn't stop - not with Astrid depending on him. He had to keep going. He tried to push away the dark thoughts that threatened to overwhelm him. What if she was hurt? Or lost? Or worse? He couldn't afford to think like that. He had to believe she was alive. And he would find her, no matter what it took. Gritting his teeth against the cold, Will forged onward into the gathering darkness. He had to survive this. For Astrid.

**** Will trudged through the deep snow, squinting against the biting wind. Each step was a struggle as the drifts clung to his legs. He had lost all feeling in his toes long ago. Overhead, the sky was an ominous gray, promising yet more snow. In the distance, he spotted a rocky outcrop that could provide some shelter. With renewed determination, he pushed towards it. Just a little further and he could rest. A sudden snarling cut through the wind. Will froze, his heart pounding. Wolves. He scanned the snowy terrain but saw nothing. The snarls grew louder, seeming to come from all directions at once. They were hunting him. Fighting back panic, Will grabbed a heavy branch to use as a weapon. He couldn't outrun the wolves in these conditions. His only chance was to stand his ground. The first wolf stalked into view, its lips curled back viciously. More emerged from the trees, seven in total. Will swung the branch at the closest one, but they kept advancing, teeth bared. One wolf leapt, and Will cracked it across the muzzle. It yelped but kept coming. Will kicked it back. The other wolves fanned out, looking for an opening. Their bloodthirsty eyes filled Will with terror. Exhausted and outnumbered, he couldn't keep them at bay forever. He edged towards the rocky outcrop, brandishing the branch. The wolves followed, growing bolder. They could smell his fear.

His only hope was the shelter ahead. Will broke into a desperate run, the wolves snapping at his heels. Safety was so close. With a final burst of speed, he dove inside the rocky overhang, collapsing in exhaustion. The wolves prowled angrily outside but did not follow him in. For now, he was safe. But he couldn't stay here. Not when Astrid was still out there, lost and in danger. He had to keep going. Gathering his strength, Will steeled himself to continue the search. He would find her, no matter the cost. Will rested in the rocky shelter, trying to recover his strength. The snarling of the wolves outside was a constant reminder that he couldn't stay for long. He had to find better shelter before night fell. Peering out cautiously, Will didn't see any wolves nearby. The snow swirled thicker now, reducing visibility. He pulled his parka tighter and stepped out, orienting himself to continue north. Trudging through the deep snow, Will scanned the horizon for any sign of buildings or structures. The wind cut through him mercilessly. His face was numb, his feet like blocks of ice. Then through the haze, he spotted it - the dim outline of several small cabins. Hope leaped in Will's chest. He moved faster, desperate to get out of the cold and away from the wolves. As he got closer, Will picked one of the abandoned cabins to enter. He ducked inside, out of the wind. It was dusty and cold, but far better than being exposed.

Will searched the cabin, finding a pile of old blankets and firewood. He started a small fire in the potbellied stove, its warmth slowly returning feeling to his extremities. For the first time since the crash, he felt his body start to relax. But he couldn't relax for long. The wolves likely wouldn't stay away all night. At first light, Will knew he had to continue the search for Astrid. For now, he was simply grateful for the chance to rest and prepare himself for what lay ahead. Mackenzie murmured to himself as he began rummaging through the abandoned kitchen. His fingers were numb from the cold, but he worked quickly and efficiently, his experience serving him well in situations like these. Methodically, Mackenzie searched through the debris, keen eyes spotting anything that might prove useful. He picked through a pile of rubbish in the corner, unearthing a dented but usable saucepan. From the remains of a broken cabinet, he retrieved a small paring knife. "Empty cans... Rotten food... Come on, there has to be something," he muttered in frustration, rifling through drawers and cabinets. Occasionally, he allowed himself a moment of quiet reflection, pondering the lives of the people who once called this place home.

As he turned to leave, something caught his eye. He paused and looked down, a tiny doll lay crumpled near his boot. Crouching down, he reached out a gloved hand. The doll was exquisitely crafted, with hand-sewn clothes and delicately painted features. As he moved to pick it up, Mackenzie froze. Was that...breathing? Heart pounding, he realized this was no doll. It was a living, breathing, tiny person. A delicate girl the size of his palm, unconscious and shivering. Mackenzie's mind reeled even as instinct took over. This tiny girl needed help. He couldn't leave her here to freeze. With the utmost care, he slid his hands beneath her limp body and lifted her up. She was feather-light. He had to make her warm. Mackenzie made his decision - he would take care of her and take her with him when he planned to leave in the morning to continue his journey. Looking down at the tiny four-inch-tall girl, he can tell she is young and very skinny. She needs someone to help her. Tucking the small girl into his coat pocket, Mackenzie stood. He felt her faint stirring against his chest. "Just hang on," he murmured. "I've got you now." With that, he turned in for the night, his mind whirling with questions.

[sysba]

untitled twc drabble

this has no title because the doc where i drafted it is just called "mommy issues" and it says all you need to know about it. told @night-triumphantt edith would say something to rebecca after that book 3 birthday flashback/convo so here it is, unfiltered unedited brainrot happy sunday i love siblings<3 i love hating rebecca<3

Edith’s eyes are fixed on the same spot even after Kiara leaves, a scowl so deep one would guess the door personally insulted her; in the busy aftermath of the mission no one seems to notice her troubled look, or the subtle shake of her shoulders as she folds her arms impossibly tight.

She swallows once. Then again. 

It’s been like this ever since she’s started working with Unit Bravo: she’s been biting her tongue, pushing down words that would’ve darted out of her before and hit their bullseye. Instead she’s been stuck with this acrid taste in her mouth, uncharacteristically docile as she ends unborn conversations and walks away before the hellos.

And that’s what her every instinct is telling her to do now, too. Say nothing, walk away. It’s the smart choice, the self-preserving one. But when it comes to her sister she can’t afford to do damage control.

“You don’t listen to her.” It’s out of her mouth before she can think twice of it, her tone clipped and decisive.

She hasn’t yelled, has not even raised her voice, but she feels like she might have. Everyone stops, sensing the shift in the air. 

Rebecca is frozen on the spot, looking right at Edith like she just threw ice water on her. Like she knew the accusation was directed at her.

Unit Bravo glances between them in confusion, but nobody speaks. Edith doesn’t even spare a quick look their way, all of her focus on Rebecca. She steels herself. 

Too late to go back now.

“You never listen to her.” She doesn’t have to say Kiara’s name to see Rebecca’s unyielding features soften, settling into hurt. “She told you she was hurt, and you made it about yourself.” 

Again. That last word hangs between them, unspoken and unforgiving.

Rebecca frowns. “That was not my intention.”

“It never is, no,” Edith sighs through her nose, shoulders falling a bit. 

Tiring, so tiring… She wants to do this for Kiara, stand up for her because she won’t, but it’s as if every cutting word she aims at Rebecca is shot back at her. 

She hugs herself tighter, the blood on her tongue feeling almost as sickening as her next words. “You remember organising a kids’ birthday party and feeling guilty about having to miss it. What I remember is a seven-year-old kid in a dress too big for her, trying not cry in front of all of her friends after you left. Even saved you a slice of cake that she knew was gonna get thrown away. She was staring up at me with those giant weepy eyes and I couldn’t do shit about it.”

“Edith…” Rebecca’s tone is soft, regretful, and it’s but a water drop on a pyre. “That wasn’t your responsibility.” 

“Then why’d you leave me to pick up your slack, huh?” Edith snaps, then reins herself in when she notices the way Nate is looking at her. “Whatever, that’s not what I–” Her jaw clenches briefly as she looks away. 

That’s not what she wants to talk about, it doesn’t matter. She’s glad Kiara isn’t here right now, lest she think she resents her. Truth is, taking care of her sister was never something Edith did just because there was no one else. It was a choice, one that she hasn’t stopped making (because having to choose, she would always choose Kiara). 

But telling Rebecca where she went wrong as a mother somewhat means reminding her she has two kids, something Edith is not all too keen on doing. It’s the same as throwing a grenade and then stand there, waiting for the shrapnel to tear into you. 

Right now I’d pick the fucking grenade. 

Edith’s lips purse as she meets Rebecca’s gaze again. “Two days later, at school, one of Kiara’s classmates made fun of her. Said ‘not even her mom cared about her birthday.’ I threw my lunch at him during break and got sent to the principal, so they called you. You didn’t show up there either,” she adds the last part with a smirk so venomous Rebecca almost recoils.

It’s true, though. Rebecca was too busy at work that day, so she had sent a sitter instead. And then grounded Edith for “using her hands and not her words”... as if a cold cheeseburger hurled at your head would hurt as bad as a punch.

Rebecca fidgets on the spot, the few wrinkles on her face more evident as her brow furrows in guilt. Edith can sense the apology before it comes.

“I am–”

“Don’t.” She doesn’t need any of this from her mother, doesn’t need her to be sorry. It’s too late for the two of them, anyway. 

But maybe there’s something they can both fix. 

“That’s not why I’m telling you. You get that, right?”

Edith’s gaze pierces through Rebecca, who faces it bravely this time. Eventually she nods, lips pursed and poise stiff. 

“I’ll do better. I want to be better… for her.”

Edith smiles at that. It’s bittersweet, and not all that trustful, but it’s there. 

Maybe there is something the two of them have in common, after all.

[mittenskittensslay]

Favourite Fic Lines Tag From Your Favourite Fan Fic Writers

Heeyy, the previous tag game was ❤️ and it made me think of doing this again but this time, write your favorite authors line(s)/paragraph(s) instead of from your own fan fics!!

*Deep breath* So, in no particular order:

I Wanna Tell the Whole World About You - thunderpetal

Amity doesn’t respond, at least not verbally, instead choosing to turn and wrap her arms around Luz. Luz sinks into her returned embrace, closing her eyes and allowing herself to simply enjoy the moment.

All too soon, though, she remembers they need to leave the house sometime this century, so she secures her arms more firmly around Amity’s waist and lifts, twirling her into the air like she’s done a million times before. Luz will never tire of hearing Amity’s delighted squeal, and she laughs along with her girlfriend, feeling the smile still on her face as she sets Amity back down.

“Okay, we actually have to leave now,” Luz says, trying to adopt a serious tone as she grabs her favourite scarf. But when she turns back to face Amity, Amity still hasn’t made any progress on putting her shoes on - instead she’s looking at Luz as if she hung the moon and the stars in the sky just for her. Luz feels herself squirm a little under the tenderness of her gaze. “What?”

“Nothing,” Amity says. “I just love hearing you laugh.”

Luz isn’t sure how to respond. The way Amity delivers that sentence, with a characteristic softness Luz knows Amity reserves only for her, is enough to stop Luz in her tracks. She’s still getting used to just how much Amity cares about her. Loves her.

make my heart your home (thanks mom, you're the best!)

tiredandjaded (CallingVersatile)

“OH MY GOSH POTION DELIVERIES!” Luz was suddenly a whirlwind of motion around the room, frantically looking for her bag as she talked. “Eda I’m so sorry, I totally forgot, I would never have stayed up that late if I’d-” 

“But as I was saying,” Eda cut in with an amused look, causing Luz to pause her mad dash, “I think you’ve earned a day off. I’ll make sure the potions are taken care of, you just relax, okay? You might be bouncing off the walls now, but I know you can’t have gotten that much sleep.” 

“Thanks mom, you’re the best!” 

The silence that followed was so absolute, you could’ve heard a pin drop. Luz stared at Eda. Eda stared at Luz. Any thoughts Eda might have had about teasing her young apprentice for her widened eyes and quickly reddening face were buried by a dull roar of thanks mom, you’re the best playing over and over in her mind. Eda should say something, right? Crack a joke to break the tension, or just wave it off as a simple accident. 

But there was another part of her. A selfish, hopeful, idiotic part of her that should have been ground to dust years ago, that wanted to keep those words, more precious than any trinket or treasure, for herself. Wanted to bury them deep in her chest, nestled up close to her heart. It was the same part of her that screamed you could be there for her like no one was for you when Luz talked about her life back in the human realm, of having classmates but no friends, of a mother who loved her but never seemed to get her. 

You're the Light in My Starry Night - norawrites

“Not the way I like her!” Amity first looked at her brother, then at her sister. She wasn’t able to hold back her tears anymore, so didn’t even try to do so. She buried her face in her hands and didn’t shake off her siblings when they embraced her in a hug.

It was then Luz’s turn to get her glyphs out. When their eyes met, Amity’s heart was beating even happier in her chest. It was hard to form it into words, still she knew that she had fallen in love with Luz. But saying that it was love… was scary. What is love anyway?

Maybe it’s dipping your Grom partner while having the best moment of your life. Or it’s defeating a fear-bringing monster together with abomination and plant magic. But most importantly it’s being caught in their arms, only to be spun around again, like a princess.

For a moment their eyes were locked and not even the explosion behind them mattered. Nothing and no one else existed, just the two of them.

Baby Steps - The Rat Sharted

The song played on. “ I don't need no money, fortune, or fame,” Luz rocked her head around, hair flying. Amity smothered her laughter and Luz grinned at her, gripping the microphone in both hands. “ I've got all the riches baby one man can claim.” 

   She felt a blossom of warmth in her chest. Her wife was really doing all this for her? She was insane. (Amity was very much in love with her.)

  “Well I guess you'd say,” Luz repeated, voice fading. “ What can make me feel this way?”

 “My girl, my girl, my girl!” She sang excitedly, jumping on the balls of her feet and pointing to Amity again.

Blindsided - Temperamental Terpsichorean/MoederGeit

Sarv drew up her legs to hug her knees.

"Hey, Ruv. We're friends, right?"

"Yeah. Why do you ask?"

She rested her chin on her forearms. "You ever wonder if other friends are this close? Or is it just us?"

He snorted. "Hell if I know."

...

They sat like that, each lost in their own thoughts. Eventually, Ruv got up behind her and hugged her tightly.

"Hey Sarv?"

"Hm?"

"You're my best friend, you know that?"

She smiled. "You're mine too."

"You'd tell me if I was making you uncomfortable, right?"

"Of course I would. Just like you always tell me."

"I worry that things are going to change. That we'll fall apart and you won't want me around anymore."

"Ruv." Sarvente turned to face him and put her hands on his shoulders. "Nothing you could do would make me want you to leave. You always have a home here with me. You've killed more people than you can ever count and I still haven't turned you away."

She pressed her forehead to his. "I'm not going to leave you. Your my best and only friend. The day I leave you would be the day I laugh in the face of God and walk backwards into Hell."

...

"I would and have killed for you. I'd die for you." He held up his hands pinky extended.

"Friends forever?"

She smiled and hooked her own pinky in his. "Forever into eternity."

The air hummed between them, reminding them of the Vow they had since they could ever remember. Sarv's face was bathed in moonlight, smiling broadly, and her eyes lit up with laughter. Her hair shimmered in the low light, her eyelashes long and brushing her cheeks when she'd blink. Her skin shone pale, glowing vibrantly in the darkness of the rest of the room. If he didn't know better, he'd call her angelic at this moment.

These are some of the lines/paragraphs that I love and have made me cry -and there's tons more!! I'm definitely gonna do a part 2!!

Open tag, whoever wants!! Also, no pressure, hon!! ❤️ @witch128chick

@deathknightwriter @azure-blaze92 @novelist-becca

[aajjks]

TC!JK

“please stop blaming yourself. it takes two, remember? i should have tied them when i struggled with jawon but *sighs* it’s…it’s okay. we have four beautiful children and i’d say we’re lucky with just those four. *kisses him back* i love you too. i love you so much more. can you grab my wheelchair? it’s over there unless you plan on carrying me to see our kids?”

they both deliver the bad news to ae-cha and jinseol who did take it pretty hard but they eventually moved on.

“it’s okay, we’re just happy that you’re okay mama” says ae-cha. “yeah, we promise to help out, papa. we’ll take care of your mom” says jinseol as they both hug their mother tightly who tries her hardest not to burst into tears. they really did a great job raising them and it shows in their actions to care for their mother while she healed.

once out of their rooms, y/n breaks down in tears. “i’m sorry” she sniffles “it’s just…they’re so big now. they’re such good older siblings. we really raised them so well. that’s why we can’t be beat each other up right? i’m so happy we have them. i’m happy i have you too. i love our family so much..”

it’s sad, but they’re still a happy family.

“yes, we raised them really good but I didn’t you did, you are the best mother they could’ve ever had, I’m so proud of you yn, thank you for having my children, thank you for making me the best father I couldn’t even have imagined that I would ever become, Mother would’ve loved her grandchildren, Also… I have to remind you of something.. the princess of Hispania, will be visiting Corea. Are you ready to welcome her? Or should I?”

[annieintheaair]

I can't see what's coming ahead in the night but I'm willing to risk it. I'm willing to fight for every mistake.

My great aunt, Hedy, never got married or had any kids. I remember talking to my mom about it a long time ago and my mom always told me that it was okay because "Hedy had us." What she meant is that even though Hedy didn't have her own kids or husband, Hedy had my mom and aunt, and of course, my Grandma. Eventually, Hedy also had my siblings and me and my four cousins.

Throughout my childhood, I remember Hedy always being so happy. We had so much fun with her when we went to visit her and my Grandma. It wasn't until she was much older and seemed to be losing parts of her mind that weird things started to come out of her mouth. One minute it was about a cobbler (did she mean a shoe cobbler or a dessert cobbler?) and a potato chip man. Was there some story inside that she was dying to tell us?

As I drove home from the movies tonight (I saw AfrAId), I couldn't help but tear up for some reason. I thought about this week and how it has been kind of rough dealing with certain friends and then a random incident where my Volvo windshield shattered and now I have to buy a new one (I have to say, I have handled this incident like a champ and not cried once about it, despite how annoyed I am with having to pay a $500 deductible unexpectedly).

The day my windshield shattered, I had been at my sister's house all afternoon and was driving home in the rain. Had I stayed home that day, I'd be $500 richer, which is kind of painful to think about. After the incident, I looked at photos from the day with my nieces and nephew and their smiling faces reminded me that it was all worth it, even though it cost me $500.

I don't know why but it wasn't until I was driving home from the movies tonight that I remembered my mom telling us that it was okay because "Hedy had us." I thought about my eight (technically nine) nieces and nephews and what my life might look like down the road, continuing to live the single life without a husband or kids. We all loved Hedy so much and were devastated when she passed away. Hedy wasn't just like a great aunt to me but like a bonus grandmother. Maybe I'm meant to be the Hedy of the family. Right now I'm just Aunt Annie but someday, I'll be Great Aunt Annie.

I thought about what Hedy might have been trying to tell us. Maybe she had some heartbreaking story that she held in for so long that would have explained to us all why she never got married or had kids of her own. As I drove, I thought about how I admired her but wanted to have the courage to share my stories with my nieces and nephews. Maybe, someday, when they're older and going through heartbreaks of their own (and my heart will break for them but it's inevitable), I'll tell them my stories and give them the strength they need to move forward.

Back in March, after my breakup, I thought about how maybe my purpose in life is to be an amazing aunt who shows her nieces and nephews how loved they are. I know I'm not perfect but I do my best every time I go to my older sister's house and we pull out all of the crafts, make friendship bracelets, and then they give me the tightest hugs when I leave. I try to FaceTime with my younger sister and brother's kids whenever I can and always want to make sure that they know me, too. Much like my mother, I wish I could be in all of the places at the same time so that I could spend equal time with all eight.

I don't feel like I'm missing out when it comes to kids because I have amazing nieces and nephews that I love so much. They say that you never know love until you become a parent but I think that also holds true for being an aunt. You never know how big your heart can grow until you have nieces and nephews. I never understood how much my great aunt, Hedy, and my aunt, Sandy, loved me/us until I became an aunt myself.

I have been a flight attendant since my older sister was pregnant with her first child, Charlotte. All of my (eight) nieces and nephews know me as Aunt Annie who is a flight attendant. My siblings all raised their kids to look up at the sky, see airplanes, point, and say my name. Even though I'm not on all of the planes, they have some understanding of my job. My mom says I'm the "eccentric" aunt and in a way, I guess I am. I am happy to be the fun aunt, who does all the crafts, plays the games, buys them the things their parents won't, and listens to them and hugs them whenever they're having a rough day. I think everyone needs that in their lives and I know that life is not meant to be lived alone but gosh, I am so lucky to have this enormous family.

It's almost 10pm though and I'm tired and can't wait to crawl into my fresh (gecko/lizard-free sheets since I finally captured the gecko that has been living in my house/bed for over a month). It's my one night off and wow, I am tired.

xoxo

(Aunt) Annie

[randomfreakshii96]

love

this story is a little different, instead of a smut this is more of a love story. if you aren’t interested, then scroll. but i seen something similar to this on tiktok so i got inspired. the characters are all made up, so is the story.

i’ve been friends with leila for longer than i can remember. we hang out with eachother every day, going on walks or studying. we decided to go on a late night walk, so we snuck out. we lived on the same street, so we only had to walk a little before meeting with each other. we walked for about 20 minutes. this walk was different than the others though. it was as if i could feel the tension between us.

we went to a bench and sat down, watching the stars. “kiss me” i said. it slipped. i didn’t mean to, but i did. she stared at me. “i didn’t mean to say that- i’m so sorry.” to my surprise, she pulled me closer to her and kissed me. it seemed like the kiss went on forever, like the whole world has stopped and the only thing that was real, was us. the kiss didn’t last long enough though, as she pulled back after about i’m not even sure how long.

“how am i gonna tell my parents..” i say.

“we will figure it out. i love you, y/n.”

“i love you more, leila.”

we walked back to our houses, saying goodnight. the next day at school we skipped our first periods to meet at the field, hiding behind bleachers. we made out, holding each other while telling each other things about ourselves and laughing and giggling. we kept the relationship a secret, so nobody would tell my parents or bully us- especially her. i wouldn’t let anyone hurt her. she’s my safe space. she’s so fragile, i refuse to let anyone break her amazing spirit.

we proceeded to skip our first period every day, sometimes our second period too. eventually, we got called to the principals office. we both got suspended for 3 days for skipping so much. once i went home, my parents seemed disappointed.

“what’s going on with you?” my mom said. i can’t lie to her. i’ve never been able to. i completely broke down. i told her that i was gay, about me and leila, and the fact that she’s the one i’ve been skipping with. i told her it was all my idea to skip, not leila’s. while i was telling her all of this, she didn’t seem mad. after a moment of silence, she said- “ i know about leila, sweetie. i could tell that you liked her even before you knew it yourself. you didn’t have to sneak around me to see her. you can go to her house whenever you want. just no more skipping school again please.” i smiled and hugged her.

after grabbing a snack for leila and i both, i headed over to her house to surprise her. instead, i was the one suprised. on my way to her house, i heard someone yelling. i couldn’t make out what they were saying, but i heard one word very loud and clear. “faggot.” i ran to where the sound was coming from, and sure enough it was a group of teenage boys, with leila unconscious on the ground. her face was bruised, and she had blood coming out of her nose and mouth. i blacked out.

the next thing i remembered, i was being put in handcuffs and there were 3 different ambulance vehicles there. one, had leila on a stretcher, and the other two had 2 of the three boys on them. im assuming the third ran and called the cops. i was charged with domestic violence and attempted murder. my parents both visited me all of the time, telling me about my siblings and how leila was doing as well.

my mother told me that her parents left her in the house with an in home nurse, and that her and my dad visit every now and then. they said she has an in home nurse because she doesn’t speak or move herself. she’s awake they said, but they believe she’s half brain dead or something like that. the doctors said she’s okay, and her brain functions fine, it might just be a trauma response. she can eat, but everything else the nurse does for her. this makes me break down in tears almost every single time.

i don’t regret what i did not even for a second. i helped her. if i wouldn’t of been there, they would of killed her. i love her so much. as i’ve said before, i’d do anything for her. i meant it. i just miss her so much. it’s been 14 years so far, ill be getting out soon. good behavior, they had said.

>fast forward<

the day has finally came. i’m getting out of after about two hours of the checking out process, my mother was there to pick me up. my father passed away about a year ago, but my mother seemed to be doing okay. after about 30 minutes of driving-which i didn’t mind because i missed the look of the beautiful trees and animals as we drove on the roads- we were finally home.

i couldn’t wait to see leila. my mother said she probably wouldn’t remember me, but i hoped that wasn’t true. after cleaning up and setting up my room once again- my mom hadn’t changed a thing in there- i finally headed over to leila’s house. i walked slow. i was so scared of the fact that she might not remember me or that she would hate me considering i had just disappeared. i’m sure my mom or hers told her that i was arrested, but i told them not to tell her why.

finally, i was at the door. i stood there for a moment before knocking. the nurse had answered the door. “y/n? is that you?” i was confused. how did she know me? i asked her how she knew who i was. “you’re in almost every picture in her room. she doesn’t say anything but she stares at your picture all the time.” i couldn’t help but smile. “can i see her?” i say. “of course you can. follow me.” the nurse said. i followed her back to leila’s room.

i stood at the doorway for a moment, and the nurse walked away to give us privacy. leila was facing the other direction, looking at pictures of us just like the nurse said she did. i smiled, walking in and closing the door behind me. “leila? i don’t know if you remember me but-” her head shot straight in my direction, her expressions changing rapidly before she jumped up and hugged me. i was confused. i thought she was mentally gone? “i missed you. i was afraid that you weren’t going to come back to me” she said with a slight sadness in her voice. “of course i was, i love you. i’ve missed you so much baby. i thought you couldn’t move or speak?? how are you doing this?” i was still confused, but i was holding her in my arms now. that’s all that mattered.

“i didn’t have anything to say. if i’m not speaking to you, i don’t want to speak. if i’m not looking at you, i don’t want to see. if im not moving with you i don’t want to move. and finally, if i’m not with you i don’t want to smile. i have no reason to.” the nurse heard her talking and ran into the room. “leila! you’re moving and talking! i’ll call your parents immediately! i can’t believe this!” the nurse ran out of the room to make the phone call.

i kissed my girl. she kissed me back. i want to stand there and hold her forever. i wrap her in my arms tighter, not wanting to let go of her ever again. after standing there for about 5 minutes in silence just enjoying the moment, she whispered in my ear. “i wasn’t unconscious, i’m so thankful for what you did for me y/n. i love you so much, and you are the person i want to spend the rest of my life with. i love you so much, and thank you.” my heart is so full of her, and now so are my arms. my heart always has been and now my arms forever will be, once again. “i told you princess, id do anything for you. you are my safe space. i cannot wait to spend the rest of my life with you. i love you.”

[a-bad-mans-daughter]

07/09/24

2 days after my birthday.

四༄

I sometimes wonder how the siblings of p-dophiles and s-rial k-llers feel. I wonder if they feel the same way I do.

I wonder if they too wish their brother would just die.

Sometimes I think it. It’s an awful thought, but I think it. I wish his car would explode or something, I wish he’d finally get what’s coming to him.

But, deep down I know it would destroy my mother. She’d start a charity in his honor, make him a martyr for something, God knows what. White men with good futures.

That’s always the case they make, isn’t it? To the jury?

“He’s young! He has a whole life ahead of him, why would you ruin his life like this over a mistake?”

No one ever cares about the victim of his perceived mistake. Probably some poor teenage girl.

I remember when I told my mother, crying and sobbing on her floor. She was sitting on her bed, looking down on me breaking. She never hugged me.

“He r—-d me, Mom. He r—-ed me.”

“Don’t say that. Don’t use that word, because there are people in this house who’ve been falsely accused.”

四༄

My brother gets the whole basement. His own bathroom, and a space the size of the whole house combined, just with no walls dividing it.

I was initially told to share it with him when we first moved in. I protested, but I was always the good child, and I so did share that room for a bit. Our beds were split only by an Ikea Kallax shelf.

When I spent a summer abroad, I came back to my things hastily thrown into my sister’s old room. She insisted on moving to the basement. My mother, of course, didn’t tell me until I got home. But I loved that room

When I initially moved out for college, my room was then given to my baby sister once again. I cried for one whole night. That room was the only privacy I had. I had died in that room.

When I came back over Thanksgiving break, I discovered the alcove in front of the basement stairs now had a futon, or rather three couch cushions lined up in a row. Even better, I could now hear every noise that echoed up the stairs from that godforsaken basement.

I can hear his girlfriend sob as she berates him for cheating on her. I can hear him shush her, and laugh.

I told my mother, I told her that someone should take that girl home. That I couldn’t listen to it, even if nothing was that wrong.

“Well, she hooked up with Brandon, so you know.”

四༄

The worst thought I’ve had, besides wishing death on my brother, is telling the world what my mother did.

That at every turn my brother was forgiven, and that I was cursed. I was the reminder of her mistakes, I was the daughter that “couldn’t have been r—-ped” because her son had been accused of such acts.

What would thousands of Twitter followers think? What about her book deals? What of her son’s sports scholarships and perceived perfection?

What if I bit the bullet and destroyed our lives in one fell sweep?

Would I feel any better? Would all my guilt finally be freed?

四༄

When I was maybe 9 or 10, my mother dragged me to our therapist. Our therapist, of course, because I saw the exact same therapist as my mother.

As unethical as it was, she insisted we have “family therapy.”

Why? I had been telling my brother that he was a failure, every time he made a vindictive comment or laughed at my crying sisters. I was cruel, but I felt justified, because otherwise, no one would do a thing.

I had to talk first. I looked my mother in the eye and said she was never on my side, that she would defend my brother no matter what. That I’d always be the one in the wrong.

I don’t remember what happened after that, just that tears started streaming down her face as she screamed at me. I sat there silently, as the therapist nodded to her berating. Eventually, she walked out. The session was over after that, and we never​ had another family therapy session ever again.

[ddonovanrp]

Location: Iron Angels MC Clubhouse Charleston, S.C Age: 10 Part #1 ______________________________________________

My mother was dead because of these men. And my father wasn't going to let me go with them to hunt the assholes down. It stung. Granted my father and I haven't ever been what you'd call close but this was my right. It took them 3 years to find these guys and I couldn't go. I'd deserved to go! Instead he'd shut me out. He shut the door to the meeting room, hed locked me out of church! These were supposed to be my men right? My family?! Why would they take his side?!

"Come on kid. Let's go get a beer." The prospect named Max said to me from down the hall. I stared at the thick wooden door closed in my face, feeling the heat spread from somewhere inside to crawl up into my face. He was just following directions but if looks could kill the daggers shooting from my glare would have pinned him there. I wanted to tell him to fuck off or to go to hell but my jaw wouldn't move. My teeth were clentched so tightly i was suprised they didn't crack, looking back.

My feet were held to the floor like cinder blocks refusing to release me until all at once the level of rage I'd been trying to hard to hold in came out and I screamed. I yelled at that door and punched it until my fists bled and that still wasn't enough release to help.

The arms that came around me were about 3 times the size of mine and they jerked me straight off the floor and into the air. "Damian!" I could hear my name being called but it was so far away in my mind. It was like we were on opposite sides of a football field trying to communicate and he was trying to tell me something top secret. I tried to get control, my head telling me those were my friends. To stop fighting. Today that wasn't my dad that threw me out of that office. In that moment that was the president of the Iron Angels MC. And in that moment, I hated him. For the first time ever, I hated my father.

"Damian! Stop! I swear I'll choke your ass out!" The brother called Tank threatened from above me as he held me tight trying to control my movements. "Let me go!" I remember screaming in his face. I must have used all of my energy fighting because a wave of exhaustion hit me and I fell lax in the tattoo clad arms that held me. We were both breathing heavily, me worse of all. "Well get him kid. We'll get him." Tank swore in my ear as he hugged me and I tried not to cry. These mother fuckers weren't on my side. They were on his. They didn't understand.

"Damian?" Harper said from the other end of the hall. Not even looking i could tell it was her. She and I were the closest of my siblings. It might have been because of the bond of sharing both parents, or it could have been because we were together in this stupid clubhouse all the time. "Damian!" Her voice was filled with worry as she covered her mouth with her hand, tears filling her eyes. I'd never lost my temper around her. She was the club's Baby; the youngest of us all. Her seeing her older brother breaking down the middle like this couldn't happen. She had to think i was strong. I had to be strong.

Jerking myself from Tank's now loosened hold i shouldered past him and went out the other end of the hall. I pushed through the back door's screen and ran. I ran as fast as my legs would move.  ________________________________ -> 9.5.2020

[enmuswife3]

Cinderella AU Childe x Reader

This is a lil rushed but idgaf 🤪

Ever since your mother died all hell as broke loose in the Ragvindr household. Your father; Diluc introduced you to some woman you’ve never seen before claiming she was your new step mom. The woman; Donna had two girl around the same age as you but what you didn’t know was that they were the most spoiled, entitled, manipulative, and narcissistic girls you’ve ever met. Your father had to go away on a business trip leaving you and the three women alone. The two sisters instantly begun to boss you around and take over your room and destroying your things they expected you to cry and do nothing of it but boy were they wrong. You threw the most dramatic temper tantrum you could muster up making the girls scurry away into the guest bedrooms. A month has passed now and you’ve dealt with the the three burdens but today was going to be different you were going to go to the ball the prince was hosting tonight. You woke up to one of your mouse friends nipping at your finger “well good morning to you dear” you smiled as a bird landing in the window sill with a letter. It read:

Good morning to all subjects of Fontain Prince Ajax will be hosting a ball tonight to find a bride. So put on your best dress and come see if you have a chance!

“A ball huh? Well I guess it’s about time I get out the house” you sighed remembering your mother “oh how I really miss you mama” you said softly as a tear rolled down your eye “okay there’s no time for crying I have to go take this letter too Donna” you thought to yourself as you opened the door and headed downstairs. “Miss! There’s a letter” you said as you handed he the letter “a ball huh well it’s obvious one of my beautiful daughter will catch his eye” she chuckled mischievously “alright go get to work.” She ordered and you nodded and scurried away. Donna was an overall okay woman despite her attitude I believe that she cares for me or she could be just trying to get in my good side so my father will marry her.

It was around 5pm and the ball was about to begin. “And what do you think your doing?” Tiffany said as she ripped apart of my dress “hey! What the fuck is your problem?” I screamed “are you trying to outshine me? Besides your a MAID you won’t even catch the prince’s attention” she snickered “I don’t want his attention I’m just going for the food and drinks and to get a break from YOU!” “Tiffany the ball is starting hurry up!”

After those three goblins leave your left alone with your mothers town up dress crying by your fountain. “Why must you cry my dear?” said a soft voice coming from behind you “*sniff* my dress it’s all ruined and I won’t be able to go to the ball tonight!” You sobbed “maybe I can help?” The fairy said as she summoned your wand “I am Kimitsuki goddess of the moon but you my child may call me your fairy godmother” she said as she waved her wand towards you with streams of water flowing around you. You spun with the movements of the water around you and soon your mothers dress turned into a beautiful blue ball gown. “Oh it’s wonderful!” You squealed as you hugged Kimitsuki

Once you reached the ball you looked around for a snack table. With you finger lightly touching your lips you walked around but as soon as you were about to walk somewhere else someone tapped you on your shoulder. You whipped around and saw none other than the handsome prince Ajax with his hand out. “May I have this dance?~” he smirked you blushed but took his hand nonetheless. People watched the both of you dance throughout the room and you could feel some people glaring at you especially your step siblings. Even tho they didn’t recognize you they were jealous either way “ how about we take this somewhere private~” he whispered in your ear “o-okay” you stuttered.

“S-sir! It’s too much a-aah!” “Ajax. Call me Ajax” “Ajax~” you moaned sweetly and that’s what sent him over the edge. “A-ah! Slow down it’s too big! a-ah!” You tried to scream but Ajax cut you off with a kiss “shh you wouldn’t want them to hear how much of a slit you are for me hmm? Or maybe you want them to hear” he chuckled as he drove into you harder and faster. You finally came for your nth time and by now you were crying “don’t cry my love m’ gonna fuck a family into you. do you want that sweet girl?” You always dreamed of having a family and a bunch of mini you’s running around and clinging to your leg. “Yesh please m’ want it so bad” you cried as he shot his last load into you.

“Sweet thing” Ajax mused as he laid your limp body on top of him “keep it all in for me okay?” He pecked your lips and slowly drifted to sleep.

[messers-moony]

Hope 2 | R.L

Paring: Remus Lupin X Wife!Potter!Reader

Summary: Life is unfair in numerous ways but it seems like it’s out to get the Potters in every way shape and form.

The huge eight-foot man who introduced himself as Hagrid was bringing Harry around London. It was amusing to see Hagrid turn his cousin - Dudley - butt into a pigtail after trying to eat his birthday cake. It was the first birthday Y/n, and Remus hadn’t shown up. Harry didn’t blame them. Of course, to be fair, they didn’t know where Harry was. 

“Um, excuse me, Hagrid?” 

“Yes, ‘Arry?”

“Where- Where are we going?” Harry questioned hesitantly, and Hagrids lips curled into a smile, “‘Er gon’ meet with som’ of yer folks.” Hagrid answered. 

Harry wanted to jump with joy, “Moony and Y/n?”

Hagrid nodded, and Harry smiled brightly. It took a couple of minutes and walking of a couple more blocks. But eventually, they were coming up on an old-looking building made of black stone bricks. In front of the door was a familiar sandy-haired male with green eyes. He was accompanied by his wife with h/c hair and gleaming e/c eyes. 

“Y/n! Remus!” 

Y/n turned to see her little nephew running up to hug her tightly, “Hey Harry.” 

Remus ruffled his hair while Harry hugged his aunt, “Hey there, mini Prongs.”

“I missed you.”

“Awe, I missed you too, Harry.” Y/n replied, pulling apart from Harry, “I’m sorry we didn’t show up right away. But we’re here now. I hope that’s okay. We wouldn’t miss your birthday for the world, okay?”

He nodded, “I know. I can always count on you.” 

“Good.” Remus stated, “Now c’mon mini prongs. Gotta get your school supplies.”

Walking into the Leaky Cauldron with Hagrid, they were greeted by multiple people. Many people were flabbergasted by meeting the famous Harry Potter and were welcoming to see Y/n Potter. In the back of the Leaky Cauldron, Hagrid tapped his wand against the brick wall, causing it to open into Diagon Alley. Harry’s mouth was agape at this new form of Magic. 

It was astonishing. The narrow alleyway was packed with people. Clusters of them walking in groups. Some were carrying animals, or brown-wrapped items Harry could suppose were books. Y/n smiled and intertwined her hand with Remus’. She could remember the first time she stepped into Diagon Alley. James was acting like such a prat. 

“Woah!” James gasped, “Look at all the cool stuff!” 

Fleamont chuckled, “Yeah. Isn’t it cool, sweetheart?”

Y/n nodded, completely entranced in the stonework in the alleyway. It was littered with different shops, and the roads were an uneven stone. Euphemia and Fleamont shared a look of pure glee. Their children were magical born, and they were finally experiencing it first hand. Of course, they had their incidents where Y/n would make lights flicker or James blowing plates. 

As they began walking, James began to run off, bumping into people left and right, “James! Get back here!” Fleamont scolded, but he was out of sight. 

Euphemia sighed, “He’s gonna be a handful.”

“Definitely.” Fleamont agreed, running a hand through his dark brunet hair, “Perhaps he’ll be even worse than me.”

His wife glared at him. Despite James disappearing, they took Y/n into Flourish and Blotts to get their books. They needed books such as The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1), A History of Magic, Magical Theory, A Beginners’ Guide to Transfiguration, One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi, Magical Drafts and Potions, Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them, and finally, The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection. 

They didn’t find James until they reached Quality Quidditch Supplies. He was already eyeing the new broom on display. His mouth seemed to be salivating at it. Y/n rolled her eyes at James, drooling over a piece of wood. Euphemia chuckled and motioned Fleamont to reel him back in. It seemed that Euphemia would never get a break, and her heart would be in a constant attack of worry. They had a mischief Quidditch player on their hands. 

“C’mon Harry,” Y/n beckoned, “Lots of stuff to get.”

His smile faltered just a tad, “But I don’t- I don’t have any money.”

Harry’s embarrassment made the tips of his ears red, “That ain’t true. ‘Course ye got money.” Hagrid replied bluntly, making Y/n nudge him harshly, “Hagrid!”

“What?” Hagrid queried, confused, “‘S not like ‘m lyin’.” 

“Yes, but you don’t just say that.” Y/n scolded, laughing lightly. 

“Oops?”

Harry looked up at his flustered aunt, “Come on, Harry. We’re going to Gringotts.”  

They began walking to the bank of wizardry. The goblin at the front allowed them to the vault, where Harry was able to pocket a couple of handfuls of galleons, sickles, and knuts. Hagrid made a separate trip for Dumbledore as the other three waited patiently. When they exited Gringotts, Harry began to buy all his supplies. 

Their first stop was getting him a wand at Ollivander’s. Harry pushed the door open, and it sounded a bell off, but no one appeared the be in the shop. Remus and Y/n stood behind him as he let out a hesitant, “Hello.”

It took a minute, but then an older male appeared with hair as white as snow and wispy as whiskers. Ollivander smiled brightly at the familiar people in his shop and at the little boy who resembled the older female greatly. 

“Ah, Y/n Potter.” Ollivander said, “James broken his wand again?”

Y/n released a shaky breath, “No, not this time.” 

“We’re here actually for Harry here.” Remus motioned to Harry, “He’s getting his first wand. He starts at Hogwarts this year.”

Ollivander's lips quirked, “He yours?”

“No, sir.” Y/n shook her head, “He’s James and Lily’s son.”

“Where are they? I’d love to see them, you know.”

Remus shifted awkwardly, “You haven’t heard?”

Ollivander shook his head, “My parents are dead.” Harry informed, “Someone killed them.”

Everything clicked into place in Ollivanders mind. How stupid could old age make him? He had just sounded terribly insensitive, “‘M so sorry. Pardon me and my old age. I didn’t mean-“

“It’s perfectly fine, Ollivander.” Y/n smiled reassuringly.

The older man smiled and began giving Harry wands. The first one was horrid. It made wands on the shelf fall onto the ground, making a vast clatter noise. The boy smiled sheepishly and placed it back in the box. The next wand caused a shatter of a vase which Harry cringed at. It took a couple of minutes until Ollivander came out with the following wand. It was 11 inches long, made of holly, and possessed a phoenix feather core. 

Harry waved the wand, and nothing disastrous happened. Remus and Y/n smiled with joy. Ollivander charged him seven galleons for it, and Harry placed down the golden coins with glee. Ollivander could remember the way James had done the same while Y/n beside him. Their identical toothy grins as Fleamont paid the man.

“My wands cooler than yours!”

“No way!” 

James nodded in triumph, “You’re just lame.”

“And you’re boring!”

“No way!” James gasped, “I am far from boring!”

Y/n crossed her arms, “And I’m not lame.”

Euphemia chuckled, redirecting her children to look at the counter while the two parents stood behind them, “Ignore them. They like to try and be better than the other.”

Ollivander grinned, “Ah, siblings. What amazing pairs they make.”

Fleamont scoffed, “Yeah, try having two at the same time. Felt like the crucio curse.” 

“What do you say?” Euphemia beckoned, and both twins turned to Ollivander, smiling gleefully, “Thank you!” 

“They’ll be a handful.” Ollivander informed Euphemia and Fleamont, “But they’ll change the world, and they’ll do it together.” 

The older man smiled at Remus and Y/n as Harry went outside to see Hagrid carrying a giant golden cage with a beautiful snowy owl inside, “That boy is something else.”

Remus chuckled, “We know. Little mischief-maker, just like James.”

“Perhaps he is,” Ollivander replied, “But he’ll change the world.”

The rest of the day went by blissfully. After getting all his school supplies, they retreated into the Leaky Cauldron to eat dinner. The tavern was practically empty as they sat at a long narrow table. Hagrid at the head, Harry to his left, Remus across, and Y/n beside Remus on the other side. They were eating in silence before Harry spoke up. 

“What happened to my parents?” Harry questioned, and before anyone could answer, he continued, “Truthfully. No lies.”

Hagrid and Remus turned to the female at the table who swallowed thickly, “Something horrid, Harry.”

“How horrid?”

“Harry-“ Remus began. 

“A death I wouldn’t wish upon anyone, even my worse enemy.” Y/n answered, staring at the soup in front of her, “The way they died doesn’t matter.”

Harry crossed his arms, “I believe it does.”

“In the grand scheme of things, it doesn’t.” Y/n replied, taking deep breaths in and out, trying to stay calm, “It doesn’t matter how they died. They’re dead, and they aren’t coming back.”

Tears collected in her eyes when she muttered, “No matter how badly I want them to.”

Hastily Y/n wiped her face and placed her napkin on the table. She sniffled before standing and pushing her chair in. Y/n leaned down to kiss Harry on the forehead before retreating to the room they got upstairs. Harry sighed and stared at his bowl of soup that remained steaming hot. Remus rubbed his face with his palms. 

“Harry,” Remus called, and Harry’s green eyes met similar ones, “Your parents died at the hands of a very evil Wizard. He went as dark as one could go.”

Harry looked intrigued, and Remus continued despite his throat beginning to constrict, “His name was Voldemort, but most people call him ‘You-Know-Who.”

Hagrid flinched at the actual name being said, “James risked everything to try and save you and your mother. When he died, Lily tried to save you. In the end, it all worked out because you were saved. You didn’t die like you were supposed to.”

“Why did aunt Y/n leave the table?”

“Talking about this is still hard for her.” Remus replied, and Harry could see the tears in his eyes too, “It���s hard for me too, but- but you need to know.”

“What were they to you?” 

“James and Lily were everything to me, Harry. Everything and so much more. Your mother saw the good in people when they didn’t see it themselves. Your father? Well-“ He chuckled, “He was a trip and a prat. But he cared for those around him. Treated me like family and took care of me like a brother.”

Harry fiddled with the sleeve of his sweater, “James was a mischief-maker that one.” Hagrid said, “Always up to no good.”

“Him and that Sirius boy.” Hagrid chuckled, “Dynamic duo those two.”

Remus let out a tearful chuckle, “Yeah, that was Padfoot and Prongs.”

“Always up to no good.” Remus whispered. 

The following day Remus had waken up to what he swore was the most perfect sight. Y/n was still sleeping beside him. Her head was nestled under his chin, drinking in his body heat. Her hair was laid against the fluffy white pillow. Their legs were intertwined together. Gently Remus kissed her forehead before seeing the clock read about nine o’clock. 

Remus took five more minutes to admire her before waking her up. He began to kiss all over her face, and Y/n scrunched her nose, waking up as his lips kept attaching to a new place on her face. He smiled as she opened her eyes to meet his green ones. 

“Mornin’ love.” 

His Welsh accent was to die for, “Morning, Rem.”

“You ready to take Harry to Platform Nine and Three Quarters?”

Y/n shook her head, “No. Not really.”

“Hey,” Remus said softly, stroking her hair, “You’ll be okay. We’ll be okay.”

“There are so many memories there, Rem.” Y/n replied, “Like- Like meeting Sirius for the first time.”

“Or seeing you come back after fourth year with an entirely new style.” Remus chuckled, “Or- Or seeing James almost fall out of the train. 

Remus caressed her cheek with his thumb, “We’ll make it through, love. Harry needs us today.”

“Yeah.” She replied breathily, “He does.”

They both ventured out of bed into the cool air of London. Remus, Y/n, and Hagrid walked Harry to Kings Cross. When they arrived, Hagrid had departed from them to do something for Dumbledore. Harry was bluntly confused when his ticket read Platform Nine and Three Quarters. Last he checked, that wasn’t a platform. 

As they reached the main floor of the train station, Remus and Y/n recognized the Weasleys almost instantly. Molly had embraced them tightly as they all went through the platform. Harry gave his trunks to the man at the end of the train and turned to the only family he had left. His eyes glistened with tears, and he tried to hold them back but failed. 

“Harry,” Y/n knelt to his level, “You’re gonna be okay. I promise. James and I made lots of friends at Hogwarts.”

He smiled at the mention of his father, “Do you think… Do you think he’d be proud of me?”

“They’d be beyond proud, Harry.” Remus replied, smiling, “You’re everything they wanted you to be.”

Harry turned back to Y/n and hugged her tightly, “Please make sure you write to us.” 

“‘Course, Auntie.” Harry replied as they pulled apart, “Love you guys.” 

Y/n stood beside Remus, “We love you too, sweetheart.” 

Harry smiled and wiped his cheeks before hopping on the train. He found a compartment alone and watched out the window as the train began moving. Y/n and Remus watched as the train hauled by. Kids who started waving their last goodbyes to their parents. 

“Mum, dad!” James exclaimed from inside the compartment, “We love you!”

Euphemia and Fleamont chuckled tearfully, “We love you guys too!” 

Truthfully James never wanted to leave his parents. They were his entire world. When Kings Cross was no longer in sight, he plopped down in the seat beside Y/n, who put her head on his shoulder. His left arm wrapped around her shoulders, pulling her tightly to his side. 

“We got this, sis.” James assured, “We always have each other.”

It didn’t take long for Harry to get in trouble. As a matter of fact, it made Y/n laugh that within the first month, he had already managed a detention. She had settled for a letter rather than a Howler. Remus had made sure to tell him his fair of scolding words (“Say hi to Minnie for me!”). Harry smiled when the letter arrived in the morning. 

Harry definitely made sure to say hi to “Minnie,” which made McGonagall smile like an idiot despite her usual strict nature. She could see and hear James saying the name when she gave them detention or Sirius’ pouty face begging her to have some form of mercy on them, for they had just turned the Slytherin robes red. Ever the dramatics that Black. 

When he arrived back at the Platform, he nuzzled into Y/n and Remus’ arms before departing to the Dursleys. But all was good because in just a month he’d see them again for his birthday, which he did. They took him to Diagon Alley to get his second-year stuff along with some ice cream to celebrate his twelfth birthday. 

He spent a week of his summer with them in their little house in London. It was far better than Privet Drive, and he felt a lot safer. But after the week was up, he was forced to return to the Dursleys. Within a week of being back, he’d managed to screw everything up. A thing named Dobby had quite literally dumped puddling all over one of the Dursley’s guests, and that got him trapped in his room. 

Thankfully, Ronald Weasley, who had become his close friend, had saved him. Harry went to the Burrow for the first time and met everyone else. Molly had notified Remus and Y/n of his entrance. Sadly, they couldn’t make it to the Platform for reasons. Molly wouldn’t tell Harry, but he was okay with it. 

Until Ron and he smashed into the brick wall, making them late for the train. It was then Ron had a brilliant thought of taking the flying car to Hogwarts. It did work until they got stuck in the Whomping Willow and then got caught by Severus Snape. A letter was sent home to Y/n and Molly. Both of which made two very different Howlers to their children. 

Molly’s howler was scolding them, and it made Ron’s ears turn pink. Y/n and Remus’ howler was a different story. The moment it opened, laughter rang through the Great Hall. Familiar laughter of Remus and Y/n. It made McGonagall furious and happy at the same time. 

“Merlin Harry!” Remus’ voice rang out, “You’re brilliant, aren’t you!” 

“Remus, we’re supposed to be scolding him!” Y/n retorted jokingly, “I’m scolding myself for never thinking of it!” Remus replied. 

Y/n chuckled, “Obviously, you shouldn't have done that, Harry; however, as long as you’re not harmed, we aren’t mad. Just be more careful next time.”

Remus was still dying of laughter, “Remus is still dying of laughter. We love you, Harry. Stay safe.”

Ron looked appalled with the coolness of the howler, “Bloody hell, you have a cool family.”

“They’re pretty cool.” Harry shrugged, smiling. 

Y/n and Remus would be lying if the whole petrifying thing didn’t scare them. They were worried for Harry’s safety but weren’t surprised when Harry ended up saving them all like last year. When they were on the Platform, Remus began getting on the train with him after kissing Y/n goodbye. 

He was grunting and groaning at every movement. The bags beneath his eyes looked more prominent than usual. Remus moved sluggishly, which was very unlike him. But Harry didn’t question it until he began to get on the train at Harry’s side. 

“Uncle Moony?”

“Yes, Harry?” Remus replied after sitting in a compartment, his cloak covering most of his body. 

“Why’re you on the train?”

He chuckled, “I’m your new Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor.”

Harry smiled, and Remus fell into a dreamless sleep after a rough full moon the night prior. Hermione and Ron joined them not too long after as Harry began telling them about Sirius Black. The year went by as eventful as usual. Harry found out the accurate way his parents died along with Remus and Y/n. Peter Pettigrew being the culprit and then leaving before someone could catch him. 

Afterward, Sirius had been staying in the guest bedroom at Y/n and Remus’. He didn’t want to go back to Grimmauld Place. That was the last place he wanted to go. So despite not wanting to be a burden, he took the position that Y/n offered him. Ever so kind, just like James. When he walked through those doors, Y/n had hugged him tightly and kissed his cheek. 

“It’s good to have you back, older brother.”

Sirius could’ve cried on the spot, “It’s nice to see you again, little sis.”

The next couple of years were a trip. Fourth-year Harry had managed to get his name pulled out of the Goblet of Fire, leading to a new adventure of challenges. After finishing his fourth year, Cedric Diggory had died, marking the return of Voldemort, which had traumatized Harry in more than one way. That summer, he decided to stay with Y/n, Remus, and Sirius. They were all fantastic help throughout the entire thing. Through his nightmares, Y/n would make him hot chocolate and sit on the couch with him as he talked. 

Fifth-year was dreadful. Delores Umbridge had come into the office as the new Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor, and the Order of the Phoenix reformed. Her detentions were terrible and horrid, especially for the first years. They were just kids, for Merlin’s sake. It made Y/n fume when she saw the back of Harry’s hand. The night they ventured to the Department of Mysteries was almost the worst night Harry could have dreamed of. 

Sirius had almost died if Y/n wasn’t as quick as she was. Bellatrix was stunned to see her spell deflected but kept firing nonetheless. When they got home, it was silent. Remus had made tea for himself and Sirius while making hot chocolate for the other two. Harry had laid his head on Y/n’s shoulder and fallen asleep. 

Truth be told, sixth year wasn’t any better. Dumbledore had died, and Harry was left to find the rest of the Horcruxes. It was then Sirius learned the actual death of his brother, making him mourn him all over again. Seventh year Harry, Ron, and Hermione ventured out to find the rest of them. 

When Harry returned to Hogwarts through the passageway to the Room of Requirement with Snape as headmaster, the war had officially started. In the end, everything had fallen into place. When Harry used the resurrection stone, he saw them. He saw James, Lily, Remus, and Sirius. Harry almost wanted to laugh at seeing them all together. They looked so happy. 

“Where- Where’s Y/n?”

Remus gave a solemn smile, “She made it. She’s still out there. Waiting for you.”

“Does that mean…”

“Turns out my sister is a tougher cookie than I thought.” James stated, and Harry turned to him, “She misses you.”

James chuckled, “As I do her.”

Harry turned back to Remus, “Does she know?”

“She was there when it happened.” Remus replied, “I had to give her one last ‘I love you’ and kiss goodbye, right?”

A noise rumbled from a distance, “It’s time, sweetie.” Lily stated. 

Harry released a shaky breath before dropping the stone on the ground. He had to do this for Y/n, for Ron, for Hermione, for everyone. He was ready. When he stepped in front of Voldemort to die, all he could think about was his Aunt's eyes. The way they glittered with tears when she let him go for the first time. The way they creased when she smiled at his first Christmas. The way they gleamed with mischief when she gave the Weasley twins new prank material. 

His last words would be ones he’d never regret, “Thank you, aunt Y/n, for everything.”

Because through everything, she was the only constant. She was the only one to hold him through anything. Through every nightmare, every battle, every tear, every smile. She was there with her radiant smile and caring nature. 

When Harry defeated Voldemort, the world stopped. It was done. It was over. But the pain wasn’t gone. The trauma wasn’t bypassed. This was more than a war. Harry walked into the Great Hall to see crying parents, kids, and siblings mourning their dead loved ones. His eyes zoomed on Y/n sitting crisscross beside her husband, holding his hand tightly. 

Wordlessly Harry sat beside her and leaned his head against her shoulder. Y/n tilted her head onto his. No tears fell from her eyes despite everything she had gone through, two wars, friends dead, parents dead, brother dead, and now husband dead. 

“His last words were- they were,” She choked, and Harry rubbed her shoulder, “I love you more than Moony loves the moon.”

Harry smiled, “Dad said you were a tough cookie.”

Y/n chuckled, and Harry relished in the sound, “He said that if anyone could get through this, it’s you.”

“Damn it, James.” She said to no one, still holding Remus’ hand. 

“We’ll get through this.” Harry said, “And we’ll do it together.”

“Together.”