#and as soon as i heard it i knew i had to translate the sings and show this to you guys

[evagora]

i've since quite a lot of headcanons involving slime singing for juanaflippa lullabies to put her to sleep, but may i present: mariana singing for her to wake up? or while he's cooking breakfast and juana needs to brush off the sleepiness?

my basis for this:

[ellecdc]

pls tell me u will write a part 2 for not alone?🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼

took me a while to get this to feel cohesive (also couldn't decide for the longest time what I wanted the outcome to be for a few people so that took a while to figure out) and I'm still not 100% sure it reads cohesively but I hope you all like it <3

poly!marauders x fem!reader who they are 'worried' about...whatever that means [2.2k words]

part 1 | part 2

CW: hostage situation, attempted overtaking of camp, brief and hardly noticeable implied suggestion of SA, death of minor and unnamed character, blood, injury, Sirius being an arrogant son of a bitch even when his life is at risk

You have quickly come to realise why the boys chose this location to set up camp since agreeing to stay with them.

It was in a rural, secluded area with a small population prior to the End Of The World As You Knew It which left it almost next to empty now, but it was still in walking distance of a small town with various shops that they could pilfer when they began running low on supplies.

There was a creek about half a kilometre behind the barn that they could use to collect drinking water and also to bathe and wash their clothes.

And need to bathe and wash your clothes did you ever. 

So, whilst “keeping an eye on the encampment” (which was really just a polite translation of none of the boys trusting you enough with their safety to bring you along on a run into town), you opted to head down to the creek to clean up. 

The water was freezing, but you breathed through the pain in your toes and fingers as you waded into the water, reminding yourself that feeling pain meant you were alive - that you were still here. 

You used to fear pain - before - but now you almost craved it; now you found comfort in the discomfort, knowing that it meant you had survived another day. 

Soon enough your body acclimated to the cool, running water and you submerged yourself into the deepest part to let the steady flow wash away the layers of grime, dirt, and sweat that you were likely covered in. 

There was a time in your life you probably would have felt rather horrified that three very attractive men had seen you in such a state - but it seemed that there was no room for vanity or ego in an apocalypse.

Once you were cold enough that you were sure you had squiggle lines surrounding your being like an old cartoon character, you used a rock to scrub at your clothes, feeling (though cold) quite peaceful as you listened to the trickling water and various birds singing around you. 

You laid your soaked clothes on a boulder in the sun to dry and pulled on a second set of clothes - or rather, your only other set of clothes. You wondered for a moment if you should have more - how many sets of clothes should one have in an apocalypse? You couldn’t bear the thought of having to carry around a third change of clothes, so came to the conclusion that you were fine with just the two.

You were interrupted in your musings when you heard your name being shouted. 

“James?” You called back, hastily finishing tying your shoes before grabbing your gun. 

But it was Sirius you saw first, sprinting through the bushes and staring at you with a mixture of dread and outrage. 

“Is everything okay?” You asked him as he stalked towards you. 

“Where the fuck were you?!” He barked instead of answering, looking like he was just itching to grab you roughly by your shoulders.

“I- what? I was here? What happened? Is everything okay?” You continued, not moving your eyes from the fuming man in front of you as you heard James and Remus step through the bushes Sirius had just come bursting through. 

“No, everything is not okay; the fuck were you thinking just taking off and not saying anything!?” He berated you.

“Pads.” Remus warned carefully; slightly breathless from chasing the long-haired man over to you. 

“You’re a fucking piece of work.” Sirius spat with finality before turning and shouldering his way past Remus and James, disappearing through the bushes on his way towards the barn.

“Was the trip not successful?” You asked quietly once you could no longer hear Sirius storming away. 

“No… it was.” James offered cautiously. 

“He was just… worried about you, dove.” Remus placated.

You shot him an unimpressed glare. “He was worried about me, not about me.” You muttered back, shoving your gun back into your bag and running your fingers through your wet hair that was leaving damp patches on your shirt. “If you guys don’t want me here, just say so, but if you’re going to keep me around you’re going to have to start trusting me.”

“We do trust you.” James argued, causing you to scoff derisively as you slung your bag over your shoulder.

“Not enough to join anyone on excursions! And not enough to take a night-watch shift alone; but sure, add taking a fucking bath to the list of things you definitely trust me to do.”

You didn’t wait for a response before you were stalking back to the barn, leaving your clothes behind to dry for the rest of the afternoon. 

You were just about to push through the slightly open door (none too gently, either, mind you) when you heard Sirius’ voice.

“There’s no one else; I’m alone.” 

Ice cold dread seeped into your bones as you held your breath in wait for a response.

“Are ya now?” A cocky voice taunted. “This seems like quite the setup for one bloke.”

You crept along the edge of the barn until you found a hole you could peek through.

Sirius was kneeling with his hands up in surrender whilst three men stood before him - one man loomed over him and the other two formed a blockade between him and the barn door as well as the stairs to the loft. 

“What can I say?” Sirius countered. “I’m quite the bloke.”

The man currently interrogating Sirius was apparently not interested in his haughty quips and slammed the butt of his rifle into Sirius’ jaw, causing him to fall over.

You quickly looked over your shoulder, ears straining to see if you could hear Remus or James following you back, and you prayed to a God that you weren’t even sure you believed in anymore that they had decided to stay at the creek to give the two of you a chance to cool down. 

You crept back along the side of the building slowly before pulling yourself up the ladder to the hay hood that Remus had put up as an emergency exit. 

You could kiss that brilliant, brilliant man right on the mouth for it now. 

You crouched low and snuck over to look beyond the edge of the loft; the man with the rifle was the only one with a firearm from what you could see, the other two men holding only a crowbar and machete. 

You silently opened your rucksack, pulled your gun out and put a knife between your teeth as you edged closer to the beams so you were effectively standing directly atop of the man currently looming over top of Sirius.

“I’m not gonna ask you again, where the fuck are the others?” He spat at him.

“We heard the lot of you arguing - we could just finish you off and go looking for them, if that’s what you prefer.” One of the cronies added tauntingly.

“You’d be looking for an awful long time.” Sirius grunted as he spat blood out from his mouth. “Seeing as I’m alone.” 

“Stop fucking lying.” The interrogator barked as he landed a kick to Sirius’ ribs. “Pretentious or not, one bloke doesn’t need four sleeping bags.” 

“How do you know I, hmph,  didn’t find it like this?” Sirius choked out as he rolled onto his back where he spotted you in the rafters. 

You brought your finger to your lips, and Sirius let his head roll back towards the guy so as to not alert him to your presence. 

You watched as one of the guys - the one with the machete - started poking around the makeshift kitchen area, and the other moved towards the door to keep watch.

Taking the split attention of the group to your advantage, you waited for Sirius to look back up at you before you jumped from the rafters.

Sirius rolled out of the way just before you landed on the interrogator, the two of you crashing to the ground - though you were the only one prepared for the impact - causing the rifle to slip out of his grasp which you kicked towards Sirius. 

You slipped the knife from between your teeth and held it against the interrogators throat and pointed your gun at the machete wielding man, firing a shot which hit him in the right shoulder. 

The man with the crowbar who had been stationed near the door made for you when Sirius shot the rifle, the bullet grazing the man's thigh and bringing him to his knees. 

Your ears rang when an elbow met your temple right before a fist connected with your mouth as the interrogator forced you off of him. 

“Is this why you were lying?” The man spat as he stood above you. “Trying to keep this thing all to yourse-”

Sirius shot the rifle again, silencing the interrogator for good as he fell to the ground with a thud. 

Apparently, the machete wielding man didn’t deign to wait around and see how things played out after you’d shot him in the shoulder and had fucked back off from whence he came, so you and Sirius pointed your firearms at the last man still standing (or… you know, breathing at least) who seemed to have the sense to raise his hands in surrender. 

Remus and James appeared at the barn door, then - both winded from clearly having run at the sound of shots being fired - to find the two of you holding the remaining captor captive.

“Nice of you to come by, boys.” Sirius joked as he lowered the rifle with a pained groan now that Remus and James each had a weapon pointed at the attempted usurper. 

“What the fuck just happened?” Remus barked as he took in the body on the ground and the state of each of you at the same time James murmured “we thought you were firing at each other”. 

“Oh, take a wild guess.” Sirius muttered bitterly, hissing in pain as he lowered himself into a chair. 

“How many were you?” Remus barked at the man, sounding so unlike himself that it actually made you flinch.

“Fo-four, four of us and a 12 year-old. Us…three and then a woman and the child stayed back.” He responded quickly. 

“From around here?” James continued.

“No…passing through.”

Remus looked up from him to share a look with Sirius; a well practiced silent conversation passing between the two of them.

“Keep fucking moving then.” Remus gruffed as he grabbed the bloke by the collar of his shirt and threw him out the door.

Your - for all intents and purposes - home fell eerily silent then, save the sound of your attempted assailant’s leg dragging along the gravel road as he stumbled away from the barn.

“You alright?” Remus asked finally as he let out a breath.

“Fine, moons. Never better.” Sirius muttered.

You were too busy watching the blood pooling around the interrogators body to realise your companions were waiting for your response. 

You looked up at the lingering silence to see all of their eyes on you.

“M’fine.” You offered.

James hummed in acknowledgement, though you could sense disbelief in his tone. “Rem and I will get rid of him, okay? Please try not to get into any more altercations whilst we’re gone?” He tried to joke, but there was a lingering anxiety in his voice as he and Remus began wrapping the body up in a blue tarp.

“Do not go to sleep until we’re back; either of you.” Remus added before muttering something under his breath about concussions and how someone not concussed ought to be on watch in case they come back, except “they” was replaced with “those” and then some Welsh word that you were sure was simply very unflattering. 

Once they had left, you and Sirius sat in silence as you both grappled with what had just happened, and alternatively, what had just almost happened. 

You weren’t sure what you might have looked like - though the metallic taste of your teeth let you know that you at the very least had a busted lip - but Sirius’ jaw where the rifle had hit him was already turning a purple colour, his chin was scraped and bleeding from hitting the concrete flooring, and he had a protective hand placed over the ribs that were kicked. 

You wordlessly placed a bowl of water in front of Sirius before moving to your seat with your own bowl to clean the blood from your persons.

You could feel his eyes trained on you as you wiped away blood that was staining your face; likely equal parts your own and someone else's. 

“Don’t go down to the river alone… please.” You heard him say quietly suddenly, feeling your eyes roll to the back of your head as you let your two arms fall from their tasks. 

“Are you still on this? Haven’t I proven my trustworthiness yet? Honestly, I-”

“It’s not safe.” Sirius interrupted; a strange look crossing his face as his brows furrowed at you. “It’s not safe.” He repeated, quieter this time. 

He stood abruptly then; abandoning his bowl of water and grabbing a pack of cigarettes before disappearing around the side of the barn for a smoke. 

Oh.

So apparently he had been worried about you, not about you.

And though you really wanted to feel embarrassed that they had picked anything like that out for you, you also couldn’t help but notice that a new jumper, trousers, and some knickers had been folded and placed on your sleeping bag for you.

[alostwanderernotfound]

The Dangers

Many years ago in my studies I worked with many people. We all eventually started to disagree on a variety of things.

Latin was one of the few languages I was taught & to a degree retained at the time. Music was another study encouraged. To some holy families this was a practice to be whole & for others it was considered an opportunity- “a tool” as it was described. I was taught a lot as a child under the guise of just trying to learn of the world, but quickly others intervened. They were trying to teach me sorcery & I didn’t even know it.

The angels were fractionated by “rank” & “power”. Witchcraft & asking for the power of other things outside of us started to become a secret ambition of some. Some of us wanted to prioritize peace & harmony. Others were focused on the attainment of the most power possible for our survival.

Latin as a language is apparently spoken by a lot of different beings. Communication between beings that have different technology/skills/power/etc apparently had occurred at least somewhat enough of other beings to know of angel existence.

One specific group that shall go unnamed spoke Latin & to speak to them you played certain notes in a certain way. Like an intro song & then they knew you were speaking to them.

Some were asking for power & attempting to bargain.

This was one of the huge dividers that eventually led to angel banishment out of the clouds.

I do not think Latin is translated correctly & I think that’s for a very scary reason.

I also think I asked and wrote down pretty specifically if you did Latin mass to not sing.

That is because you never know who is there leading you to deceive you.

I remember walking into one of the first Latin masses given and as soon as I entered- I remember being taken aback because they were singing.

I looked at the sheet music and was horrified in its familiarity.

The sheet music had the chords for speaking to this other type of being that asks you to sacrifice your body to it for its power. And I watched as an entire congregation sung a chant to other things not of our God that was asking for a specific person’s protection for them. These beings heard the chant & I can only assume lent that person some of their power, for your words said that is what you asked for.

The antichrists/people in hell’s power is supposedly derived from these types of practices. They bargain & gossip with other beings to get favor & then ask for their enemies destruction. A lot of power comes from the manipulation of people trying to do good.

God told me a long time ago I had to warn when I saw this & I did. Many times. But they did not care. I was in the minority. These practices were apparently essential to others, but all I saw was the chaos & the suffering & the pain.

And I realized a long time ago me & you, we’re nothing more than an infinite sacrificial token to them. They’d flood the world & crucify me & keep going as long as they get to stay in power.

And that’s why the Bible & Christianity & all these religions & mythical stories were life and death & why we didn’t stop fighting for so long. Why they were the most important things in the world & you were begged to please just listen because we don’t know who or what we were angering.

This is the story of the never ending fall & all the things people have done for all of history that led to what we called the inevitability of eternal suffering for us all.

They seek to continue to erase memories because they don’t care if they destroy this world & they don’t want anyone to even consider stopping them.

I remember now the ones so many years ago that asked for my skin & my flesh & my body. And I cried.

And the other angels, spiritual beings, & their followers gave me to them- to make themselves more powerful.

[sunflower-lilac42]

𝘀𝘂𝗽𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁 𝘀𝘆𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗺 ; 𝘭𝘩43 ୨୧

➪ summary: meeting luke was unexpected, but so was him wanting to come to every rehearsal and performance of hers

➪ warnings: reader has crappy parents, parents not showing up to events, lack of eating

➪ word count: 8.0k

➪ file type: fic - reupload

➪ sunny's notes: ahhhhhh the band fic that i will always remember staying up until like two in the morning to write because i was so proud of it. this is projecting 100% but this fic is so near and dear to me that i of course had to post it on my last day of high school band camp. a full circle :)

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Y/n always said she never minded, but Luke knew better. He knew that every time she looked out into those stands and saw the absence of her parents and siblings would always hurt her. She knew that marching band wasn’t the most entertaining thing in the world but the least they could do was be supportive. They sat through hours upon hours of baseball games where their sons wouldn’t even get a chance to go up to bat, they sat through hours and hours of concerts where they couldn’t even hear their daughters sing. But how come when it came to her, they wouldn’t spend even twenty minutes to see her on the field, a time they could actually see her do something?

Though, she told Luke over and over again that it didn’t bother her. She had her friends by her side who made the long Friday nights of football where their team would be getting crushed better, made basketball games where no one cared about whether or not they were there better, and made the excruciating heat better, who made the long bus rides and long days of competitions better. But who else was there to see that? No one, that was until she met Luke.

It was during their freshman year of high school, just as the football season was coming to a close and hockey season had started about two weeks ago. She was walking through the hallways on her way to the band hallway when she bumped into him, he was sweaty from gym, his curls straightening out in the slightest. As soon as she saw him she was slightly star-struck, she wasn’t in the tiniest bit prepared for this to happen, “Hi. I’m sorry.”

“No, it’s okay. I wasn’t looking where I was going.” Luke thought she was pretty right off the bat, the way she seemed shy but talked loud, the way she fiddled with the bracelet around her wrist, the way her smile was awkward but genuine, much like his own.

The two stood in silence and then the warning bell rang, signaling that there were now two minutes to get to class. Luke and y/n looked startled by the bell, both of them had spaced out while looking at each other, “Oh, what do you have next?”

She looked up at him, surprised by the question, “Lunch, technically. And you?”

“Oh weird, I have lunch too. How come I’ve never seen you there?”

“I have band right now until the season is over. We go out for a period and a half to work on the show and then we get the last half of next period to eat lunch.”

“You only get 20 minutes to eat lunch?”

She nodded, a smile growing on her face, “Yeah. Um, I should probably go, but it was nice to meet you.”

She ran off, not allowing Luke to properly introduce himself. He was going to call after her but she was gone before he could think about the words to say. He went the rest of the day thinking about the interaction and her, and she did too. She allowed herself to be delusional for once, thinking about what it would feel like to have a boyfriend and for him to show up to her events.

The next day, she found herself rushing to the band hallway, having left her last class late. She was just about there when she heard a voice call, “Hey!”

At first, she didn’t realize it was her that the voice was talking to. She hadn’t remembered the last time someone had actively sought her out. However, once the voice called again she stopped and looked around and saw Luke standing there with a smile on his face, “Hi.”

“I’ve been looking everywhere for you.”

“You have?” She looked confused and bewildered at the same time, moving to her locker to get her instrument.

He nods, leaning against the set of lockers next to her, “Yeah. For starters, I was wondering your name and if I could get your-”

He was cut off by a group of students coming up, saying excuse me so they could get to their lockers. She looks at him as her lock opens, handing it to him, “Thank you.”

She grabs her instrument and her shoes before grabbing the lock back and locking her locker. She ushers him to follow her, walking into the band room and throwing her stuff down. Luke talked to her as they walked, explaining how he wondered what her name was and if they could exchange numbers. Once again, she was taken by surprise and then saw her friends enter the room, “Um sure. What do you have next period?”

“Uh study hall.”

“Okay, cool. I’ll meet you in the library then?” She was changing her shoes and saw her friends approaching faster and faster, “See you later.” 

She then pushed him out of the room through the nearest exit. Luke was lost as he was shoved into the hallway, watching her throw her hair into a ponytail as she walked away. He heard her tell her friends that she had forgotten a jacket and that she was going to freeze to death. He decided to wait for her, thinking about giving her the extra hoodie that he brought in case he forgot his own. 

When she came walking out of the band room a few minutes later, he caught her arm and she turned around, “Hi?”

Her friends looked at her in amusement, eyebrows raising. They didn’t say anything, just walked away and left her there on her own, “I heard you say you were cold.”

“Um yeah, I’m fine though, thank you.”

“Are you sure? I don’t mind giving you this,” he held out the hoodie and she gazed at it with curiosity.

“Really?”

He nodded, encouraging her to take it, “I’ll give it back to you next period.”

He shrugged it off, not too worried about if she did decide to keep it. She walked away, heading outside while putting the hoodie on. She smiled at it being too big, it must’ve been one he got from his brothers or one he got in the wrong size. As she caught up with her friends, she could hear them talking about the boy she had just been talking to, still not knowing his name.

“What is it?”

“That’s Luke Hughes!”

“Who?”

“Luke Hughes?”

“Not ringing any bell here.”

“He’s a really good hockey player, and so are his brothers. Quinn, his oldest, is supposed to be drafted in next year’s draft, he just started college this year. And Jack, he’s a junior right now, everybody is saying he’s supposed to be drafted in two years.”

“And you all know this because?”

“Because the Hughes brothers are hot y/n/n. Actually, hockey men are hot, but three brothers? Come on.”

Y/n rolled her eyes, placing her things down on the turf, “Did he give you his hoodie?”

“Yeah…?” Her friends squealed, “Guys it’s not a big deal. He probably doesn’t like me. Do you remember the last time I dated someone, let alone someone who I liked that liked me back?”

“Yes.” Her friends said in a deadpan voice, “You talk about it all the time.”

“Well, I just think it’s worth mentioning since he thought the Earth was flat! And then the other guy I liked made me cry at homecoming! There is no way in the world that Luke Hughes, who, if he is who you say he is, would like me.”

The three friends eyed each other and then looked at y/n, “We’ll see about that.”

Band was slow that day as it usually was, they went over the one spot in song four that was troubling people the most. If they didn’t want them to struggle, they shouldn’t have given them choreography for eight counts right before a huge change in tempo and the hardest spot in the music. When it was over, she slugged her way back to the school, her legs ached and her arms too from holding up her instrument. 

She put her things away, now walking to the library instead of going to lunch. She had work to do, and a test next period as well. When she got there she spotted Luke right away, he was scrolling on his phone, laughing every once in a while. She walked up to the table he sat at, placing her water bottle down and letting her backpack fall down to the ground with a thud. She plopped down into her chair with a groan and placed her head on her forearms. 

Luke looked up from his phone from the moment the metal of her water bottle touched the table and watched the girl with amusement in his eyes, “Why hello there.”

“Hi.”

“Shouldn’t you be eating lunch?”

She sat up, “‘M not hungry. Plus I have to study for a test next period.

He nodded, shoving his phone into his pocket, “You want help?”

“Sure.” Y/n reached into her backpack and pulled out the green folder, “Bio?”

“The actual fucking death of me.”

Luke helped her study for the next twenty minutes, stopping occasionally just to look at her. The librarian was watching from afar, silently admiring the two. She knew that the two were going to end up together, there was something about the way Luke looked at her even if they had just met the day before. When she announced that there were five minutes left of the period, y/n started packing up and thanked Luke for his help.

“No problem, now I think you still owe me your number.”

“Oh right, give me.” She held out her hand for his phone to which he placed it in her hand. 

She typed her number in and saved her contact name as ‘Y/n’ with a teddy bear emoji, “Why a teddy bear?”

“I don’t know, it was the first emoji I thought of.” Luke shrugged and texted her so she’d have his number too, “Save mine as Lukey with the honey emoji!”

“Honey?”

“Yes?”

“You’re a dork. No but actually why the honey emoji?”

“So that way our contact emojis are Winnie the Pooh,”

“That is the cutest and stupidest thing I have ever heard.” She stood up and immediately felt dizzy. 

She placed a hand on the table and closed her eyes, “Are you okay?”

“Uh yeah, just a little dizzy. I’ll be fine.”

Luke looked at her apprehensively, he knew she wasn’t but he let it go. He walked her to class, neither of them noticing she was still wearing his sweatshirt, and wished her luck on the test. Over the next week and a half, the two texted each other non-stop with random updates on their lives and random conversations. It was now the next Thursday, a day before the last game of the season and everyone was excited as it was the rivalry game.

Luke and y/n sat next to each other outside after school, she had rehearsal later in the evening and Luke had said he wanted to stay with her. Jack had already left and he wasn’t going to leave her there alone. They sat at the picnic table outside of the school, she was working on homework as Luke scrolled on his phone occasionally glancing up at her.

She didn’t eat lunch again today and he wasn’t sure if it was because she wasn’t hungry or because she didn’t want to. When he noticed her eyes dropping he grew more concerned, “You okay?”

“Oh, yeah. I’m good. Why?”

“I don’t know, you just look like you’re not okay.”

“I should probably eat something, haven’t been able to yet.”

“Why not?”

“I can’t eat breakfast, it makes me sick and lunch well after band and only have twenty minutes to eat, my appetite is practically non-existent.”

“You wanna walk to the store?”

“Sure.”

The two got up and set out to the store, making jokes along the way. She was wearing one of Luke’s sweatshirts, he had given it to her earlier today when he found out she had once again forgotten her own. Luke had only met her a week ago and he was protective of her. There was something about her that just made him want to shield her from everything harmful that could come her way.

Luke offered to pay for her food as they checked out but she declined even after giving minutes of them just standing there and Luke pestering her. An old lady who was checking out next to them looked at them fondly, “You should let him pay, dear. It’s not every day that someone is going to come around begging for you to let them pay.”

Y/n felt butterflies appear in her stomach, looking between the lady and up at Luke. She finally nodded, accepting her fate and letting Luke pay. She thanked him endlessly as they walked back to the school, linking arms with him as she could feel herself getting dizzy again, “So what are you doing this weekend, Hughes?”

“Hockey probably, but I’d have to look. What about you?”

“We got a band competition, it’s kind of like state for us.”

“Oh, that’s cool.”

She shrugged, not really wanting to go, “It’s gonna be a long day and my- never mind.”

“No, what is it?”

She shook her head, sitting down and taking the food out of her bag. Luke looked at her confused, saddened by her sudden mood drop. He could tell that she didn’t want to talk about it but he was nosey, and he really wanted to know, “Come on. You can tell me.”

She sighed, “All of my friends’ parents are going and my parents don’t even bother to show up to football games. They only bother to show up for the kids that could do something successful.” 

Luke was foreign to the way she was feeling, well for the most part. He didn’t know what it was like for his parents to not show up for games, sure they couldn’t come to every game but they came to games that they could make it for and the important ones. He understood what it felt like to be overshadowed, however, not that he really was. It was more of a thought rather than an actuality. 

“Don’t do that.”

“Don’t do what?”

“Look at me like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like you feel sorry for me. Don’t, please.”

“I’m not.” She raised an eyebrow but stopped the conversation.

“How are you getting home tonight?”

“My friend is taking me.”

“Let me take you.”

“Luke, you can’t even drive.”

“No I know that but I’ll stay here and then-”

She laughed, interrupting him, “You are not going to stay here for another two and a half hours, Luke.”

“And why not?”

“Because you have to go home, I’m surprised you even offered to stay here with me until rehearsal started.”

“But I want to be.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know, I just want to be there for you.”

She gave him an awkward smile, shocked once again by his actions and words. She pondered about what to do, she didn’t want him to have to stay later than he already had offered. On the other hand, it felt nice knowing that someone wanted to be there for her, to go to her activities for her even if it was just a practice. 

She carefully eyed him up and down, “Okay, but keep in mind I wasn’t the one who made you stay.”

He smiled and held his hands up in surrender. He followed her as she walked through the school to the band room, stopping at her locker to grab her instrument and other things. He followed her through the band room and out the doors to the football field, looking like a lost puppy. She sat with her friends as they waited for football practice to be over, Luke sitting behind her on his phone.

“So, why is he here?”

“Why is who here?”

Her friends gestured with their heads to the boy who sat a couple of feet behind them, “Him.”

“Oh, I don’t know. He said he wanted to come.”

“Oh my god, y/n! This means you can finally get over-”

“Shut up. He doesn’t like me and I don’t like him, it’s simple. Plus, I haven’t liked… you know who, for a while. I don’t even think I liked him in the first place.”

“Uh huh, sure. You are in delusion, my friend. And you have convinced yourself that neither of you has feelings for each other. No one wants to be at a band rehearsal, not even the people in band want to be here, and Luke Hughes wants to be here? For you?”

“It’s nothing, can we just drop it?”

“Yeah, yeah. So I heard that Sydney and Max were having sex in the practice rooms.”

Y/n spit out her water causing Luke to look up from his phone, slightly chuckling, “You what?”

“So is this what you guys do all the time before practice?”

“Rehearsal. And if by ‘this’ you mean sitting around and talking about the band drama, yes.”

“Am I allowed to be let in on it or is it strictly like ‘band kids’ only.”

One of y/n’s friends looked at him, “Don’t call us band kids. And of course, you can join us. Any friend of our dear y/n is welcome.”

Y/n glared at the girl as she heard Luke moving closer. Luke felt bold as he wrapped an arm around the girl’s waist, watching as her eyes widened. She didn’t say anything, didn’t move, she just sat there slightly terrified. She looked in between her friends who smirked at her in response. Luke sat there smug, waiting for them to start talking, “So. What’s this about who and who having sex in the practice rooms?”

ﾟ+*:୨୧:*﹤

Luke could honestly say this was the longest he had willingly gone without his phone, including hockey practice. He had sat in the stands the whole time, eyes trained on y/n no matter where she went. If she was backfield, that’s where he would be staring, if she was on the left side of the field, that’s where he would be staring.

He watched as she grew increasingly tired from the multiple reps of just one move they made them do, he honestly thought he could do it himself at this point. He was in awe, really, he never knew how much time and effort the band put in to do a seven-minute show for people who didn’t care about it. Everyone looked exhausted and he wasn’t sure if they were just done with band or just actually tired, or both.

There was one moment during rehearsal when he saw y/n lug herself over to where the band directors were and talk with them. A minute after that he watched as she took a seat on the bench and watched her fellow band members. He was confused and worried, wanting nothing more than to walk over there and ask her what was wrong but he promised her that he wouldn’t interrupt her no matter what.

She was embarrassed, she had felt his eyes on her the whole time. She didn’t know why he wanted to be here, it gave her an unfamiliar feeling in her stomach, one of feeling important for once. Her friends made little nudges and jokes at her for the three hours they were on the field, only shutting up when they were yelled at. When they were talking at the end of rehearsal, she couldn’t help but continue to look over at him, causing her to be startled when she realized she was picked to give the speech today. 

“Hi everyone! Um, good rehearsal tonight, this season has been absolutely amazing and I hope you all feel the same way. I don’t think there’s anything else to say other than tomorrow is game day!” She paused as everyone whooped around her, “And we have our competition on Saturday so let’s make these next few runs of the show our best, and let’s go home because I’m tired.”

They all listened as the band directors gave their final announcements, call time for Friday and Saturday, the itinerary, and whatnot. When it was over, Luke met her at the entrance of the gate and reached out to take something of hers but she shook her head, “I’m good, thank you though.”

He awkwardly pulled his hands back and nodded, walking beside her into the school, “Are you sure your brother is okay with taking me home? I don’t want to inconvenience you guys and Stella said it was okay to take me home.”

He shook his head, “Of course, you can. You’re not inconveniencing anyone. I promise.”

She gave him a genuine smile, “Thank you, Luke.”

“Anytime.”

She put her things away, saying goodbye to her friends before walking out of the school with Luke. They stood at the entrance, Luke trying to spot his brother’s car, and when he did he turned to her, “Just give me one moment.”

She nodded, confusion written on her face as she watched him run over to the car.

“Hey, I thought we were taking your girlfriend home.”

“One, not my girlfriend. And two, can you please not embarrass me or her? She’s really uncomfortable around new people.”

Jack could see the way his younger brother was panicking, “Yeah, sure.”

Luke thanked him and then ran back over to y/n, taking hold of her hand and dragging her to the car. He opened up the back passenger side door and allowed her to climb in, him climbing in after her. She looked between him and the front seat, “I thought you would’ve sat up there.”

“Trust me, I know how awkward it is to ride in the back of someone’s car when you only know one person.”

The car was silent for a minute, y/n trying to think of something to say besides directing Jack to her house. She figured she should probably say thank you to him even though everything else in her was yelling at her not to. She was never the best at making conversation with people, let alone with people she didn’t know.

“Thank you for taking me home, I’m sorry it was such a last-minute thing.”

Jack glanced up at her through the rearview mirror, “No problem, honestly.”

She gave him an awkward smile, nodding and redirecting her gaze to outside the car window. Luke’s hand slowly made its way over to her lap as he took ahold of her hand again. She didn’t move her head, simply just squeezing his hand back as a thank you. 

When they got to her house, she thanked Jack once again before getting out of the car. Luke jumped out and told his brother to wait for him as he went to talk to her, “Hey!”

She stopped in her tracks at the voice and turned around, arms coming to wrap themselves around her as she shivered from the cold, “What’s up?”

“I’m going tomorrow.”

“To where?”

“You’re game.”

Her cheeks reddened at the confession, “It’s not my game.”

He threw his head back and groaned, “You know what I mean.” 

She giggled a little, “Yeah. You don’t have to Luke, I mean you came to our practice which was more than enough for me. You didn’t even have to come for that.”

He took both of her hands this time into his own, “I know but I really want to. Pleaseeeeee.”

“Okay fine. But no complaining again.”

“Aye aye, captain.”

He saluted her as she walked up the steps to her door, making sure she got in okay before even thinking of turning back to the car. On the way home, Jack made digs at his brother for being whipped for the girl he had only known for a little more than a week. When it went quiet for two minutes, Luke mulled over the idea of her competition on Saturday and what she had told him. 

“Do you think Mom and Dad would let me go to y/n’s competition on Saturday?”

“Depends on where it is.” Jack turned onto their street, not even bothering to glance at him until he said where it was. 

“Michigan?!”

“What? It’s not that far.”

“Dude it’s three hours!”

“Okay, but we can see Quinn too.”

Jack eyed him carefully, “You can ask them but don’t expect a yes.”

ﾟ+*:୨୧:*﹤

“Can we please go?”

“Luke.” Ellen’s tone was sympathetic but stern as she talked to him, “We can’t just drive three hours, especially on this short notice to a band competition. I mean we haven’t even met this girl, have we?”

“No, but. I figured we could make a little trip out of it! We can see Quinn and you guys can hang out with him while I’m there so that way you don’t have to sit through bands because I know for a fact that you don’t want to. And plus, I know you haven’t met her but she’s super nice, Mom.”

Ellen looked conflicted but Luke’s next words broke her heart and tipped her over the edge, “She has no one going to support her.”

“Fine, we can go. But this is the last time you can ask us for stuff for a while.”

“What?!” 

The three laughed as they heard Jack’s shocked voice echo through the house. 

ﾟ+*:୨୧:*﹤

Luke sat happily with a few of his friends at the football game, two sweatshirts on due to the cold. The stands were packed with parents, students, and siblings as they cheered on their football team, yelling out random chants at the other team. There was a clashing of colors as some of the rival school’s people made their way over to their side of the stands. On the opposite side of the field, the opposing team’s student section was packed to the brim, almost filling up half of the stands.

He sat on the edge of the student section, right where there was caution tape separating the band and the rest of the student population. He had glanced over there a few times, trying to find y/n but he had no look. Finally, when someone he knew was close enough he yelled out her name, “Stella!”

Stella, one of y/n’s friends turned her head quickly and her eyes immediately landed on Luke, “Hi, Luke. What brings you to this fine occasion?”

“Where’s y/n?”

Stella somewhat grimaced, “Last I heard she wasn’t feeling well and was on her way to the bathroom.”

Luke’s eyes flooded with concern, “Is she okay?”

She merely shrugged and went to say something but one of her friends came up and joined the conversation, “Hey guys!”

The two-eyed Lee who was frankly too happy to be at a high school football game, “Have you seen y/n?”

“Oh yeah! She was getting some water, and said she felt better. I think she was coming up-”

“Hi.”

The three then looked at the girl who stood awkwardly, her hair sweaty in her high ponytail from being in the shako for too long. She looked paler than normal, her eyes looked tired and were accompanied by the dark circles beneath them, “I didn’t actually think you would come.”

He stood up, looking around him before climbing over the caution tape, “Of course I did.” 

Stella and Lee walked off, leaving the two to talk amongst themselves, “Are you okay?”

“Oh yeah, I just get nervous for games and get extremely drained.”

He nodded, watching as she flipped through her music to find the song they were supposed to be playing the next time they were able to play, “What’s that?”

“It’s my flip folder, it holds all of our stand tunes that we play during timeouts or between quarters or whenever the play stops. How come you're so interested all of a sudden?”

“I was just curious.” He held his hands up in surrender and she laughed, “Such a dork.”

Throughout the game, Luke listened to her play in awe, he could tell her voice was becoming more and more horse as she screamed and cheered. He didn’t realize how much the band actually contributed during games, they definitely did more than the student section did, that was for sure. When they left for halftime, she made Luke hold her things which he didn’t mind doing.

He watched their performance intently, his eyes moving to wherever y/n was standing. He realized that most people had left during halftime, especially during the band’s performance and he couldn’t understand why. The band was pretty good, definitely better than their football team. When they were done, he watched as she somewhat stumbled off the field, not sure if she was tired, excited, or sick.

She was hugging her friend's arm tightly, “I can’t believe that was our last halftime of the year.”

“Hey, we still got three more years of this left.”

“Ugh, I know. Don’t remind me.”

“So how’s your little boyfriend up there?”

Y/n’s eyes widened, “Not my boyfriend!”

“Okay, seriously, y/n/n. When was the last time you saw anybody’s boyfriend or girlfriend or partner that wasn’t in band go to a football game for band, let alone a practice?” She merely shrugged, wanting nothing more than to stop this conversation.

“When you realize I’m right, I’ll be waiting to say ‘I told you so’.”

She groaned, “Stop. Please. I just want to enjoy the friendship, I haven’t had one like this in years.”

“Okay.” 

ﾟ+*:୨୧:*﹤

After the game she found Luke standing on the steps to the school. She was shocked, she thought he would’ve already gone home due to the time. She sat down beside him and nudged his shoulder, “Hey.”

Luke looked up quickly, a smile making its way onto his face, “Hi.”

“What are you still doing here?”

“Partially I’m waiting for you but also I have to wait for Jack or my mom.”

She nodded, understanding. She was too tired to care that her head was slowly leaning to one side, ultimately giving up and letting it rest on his shoulder. Luke was shocked by the added pressure on his shoulder but didn’t mind it, truthfully.

He smiled down at her and looked for the car, “How are you getting home?”

She let out a yawn as she tried to answer, “I don’t know.”

Luke looked at her bewildered, “You don’t know?!”

She nodded, still keeping her head on his shoulder, “Yeah.”

“You want us to take you home?”

“No, I couldn’t ask you to do that.”

“Too bad. You’re coming with us.”

This time she didn’t protest and just waited for him to say that whoever was here to pick him up was here. Luke debated on whether or not to tell her that he was going to go tomorrow. He decided to be quiet, formulating a plan on how to surprise her tomorrow. His mom pulled up a few minutes later, watching as he soon lightly shook the girl who was leaning on him awake.

Luke helped y/n to the car, allowing her to get in first like he did the previous night, “Hi Mrs. Hughes. I’m y/n. I’m so sorry about this, I wasn’t planning on your son being so persistent about taking me home.”

At this Ellen chuckled, “Of course he was. It’s no problem, honey.”

Y/n directed Ellen to her house, making small talk with her as a way to keep her awake, “So, Luke tells me you have a competition tomorrow.”

She side-eyed Luke before answering, “Yeah, at the University of Michigan. It’s kind of like state for band I guess.”

Ellen nodded, “Did Luke tell you we are going there too this weekend?”

“No, he did not.”

“Yes, well, his older brother goes there and we figured it would be nice to go visit him.”

“Oh that’s cool, I didn’t know that.”

She pulled into the driveway a few minutes after that and the two said goodbye to one another and Luke, like last night, walked her to the door, “Why didn’t you tell me you were going there?”

“I was going to surprise you actually.”

She looked at him suspiciously, “Well, if you have time, let me know and you should come see us.”

“Are you telling me to come watch you guys?” He said teasingly.

“Just this once.”

“I’ll be there.”

ﾟ+*:୨୧:*﹤

At the stadium the next day, y/n had found Luke after they performed and they sat together as they watched the rest of the bands perform and the awards. Despite having just done a 7-minute show in her band uniform, she was cold and her sweatshirt provided the least amount of warmth.

Luckily, Luke had brought an extra sweatshirt and a blanket just for this, knowing how much she got cold. She took it gratefully, wasting no time in throwing it on. Luke asked her questions about certain things in the others’ performances, what songs they were, and what moves they were doing. At one point they got bored and started writing different show names in the programs for each band. 

When awards came around, she was getting increasingly tired, “I have a question.”

“Go for it.”

“Do you wanna meet my family?”

Y/n looked at him with wide eyes, “Meet your what?”

“My family. Well, you’ve already met Jack and my mom but Quinn and my dad you haven’t.”

“Luke…”

“What?”

She held tears in her eyes as she thought over his words. Luke frowned when he noticed the tears, “What’s wrong?”

“Luke, we've only known each other for what? A week and a half at best?”

“Yeah…?”

“I guess, I just don’t understand why you want me to meet them.”

“Because you’re amazing. And like you said, I know I’ve only known you for a week and a half, but you are truly one of the best friends, if not the best friend, I have ever had. You’re talented, smart, funny, and I love spending time with you.”

She looked at him shocked, not knowing what to say. No one had said this to her before, and if they had it wasn’t to this extent. Luke was truly perfect in her opinion, he was nice, charming, funny, cute, supportive, and he was everything she would ever want. However, she knew him liking her was never a possibility, she had to push that to the back of her mind, the furthest away. 

She gave him an awkward smile, unsure of how this conversation was going to continue. She was still taken aback by his previous confession, about wanting to meet his family. She loved her family, she really did, but Luke’s family sounded amazing, like heaven. She hadn’t felt a part of her family in months, maybe she would feel like family with his. That thought seemed to be a bit much, she didn’t think she would fit in with anyone, it was by pure luck that she found Luke. 

When the two had sat in silence for five minutes, Luke gave her a little shove, “Hey. Everything okay?” The desperate want to ask her what was going on in her beautiful mind was bugging him, he wanted to reach out and push the stray hair out of her face, wipe away her tears, and pull her into a death-gripping hug. 

She only nodded, using the sleeve of his her sweatshirt to wipe away the stray tear that had made its way down her face. Luke had felt his face permanently stuck in a worried look when he was around her and this moment wasn’t any different. Just when he was about to say something, the announcer rang out through the speakers, “And with that, it is time for our awards! Thank you to everyone who came out and let’s get this started with class single A!”

She turned to face the field, ignoring Luke’s eyes that she felt glaring at her on the side of her head. She listened to the awards, little to no thoughts running through her head until they got to their division. They went through the typical awards you get at every competition, best drum major, best visual, best general effect, etc., before getting into placement awards.

While she wasn’t expecting them to place in general with all the schools that were there, she was a little heartbroken when they didn’t get third or second. All of them knew that there was no possible way that they could get first, they were hopeful, sure, but realistic even more. So when they announced their high school not only first but as grand champion, everyone from the school was ecstatic. 

Luke immediately brought her into a hug, not even thinking. He was so proud of her, and the rest of them, but mostly her. She grinned when she felt his arms wrap around her, not even bothering to be embarrassed. She hugged him back with the same amount of strength that he gave her. 

They met up with Luke’s family outside the stadium, she was now tired, the day’s events finally catching up with her. Luke had to wrap an arm around her to keep her upright as they walked to the car. Ellen greeted the girl with a smile as she stepped out of the car and opened her arms for a hug. Y/n was taken aback, she had met this woman two days ago and she was now just giving her a hug so easily. 

She hugged her back nonetheless, “How was the competition, sweetheart?”

“It was good. We won grand champions.”

“Oh honey, that’s incredible! I’m sorry we couldn’t make it.”

She shrugged it off, she was used to her family not showing up and she hadn’t even met the whole family properly so why would she think they would, “It’s okay.”

“Well, we’re going out to dinner if you want to come, maybe? I know Luke said that your way back is with the rest of the kids but we are more than happy to take you home ourselves.”

Her eyes widened at the position, “Are you sure? I don’t want to be a-”

“Shush. You’re not a burden, y/n/n.” Luke’s hand squeezed her shoulder as a way of reassuring her.

“Okay then. I guess Luke’s going to kidnap me anyway.”

“Damn right, I am,” Luke mumbled but Ellen still caught it, smacking him on the arm.

Y/n grinned as she watched the interaction, trying to stifle a laugh. Luke rolled his eyes and opened the back door, “Y/n/n you already know Jack but this is my eldest brother Quinn.”

She gave him a small wave, the nerves presenting themselves once again. Quinn waved back, smiling at her, “And this is my dad.”

“Hi, Mr. Hughes.”

Jim turned to her and smiled much like his son, “Hi.”

The two climbed into the car, sitting in the back. Her head immediately found its place on his shoulder, drifting off to the sound of the family softly talking as they drove to wherever they were heading to. Luke smiled down at her, and in that moment, it made Luke realize more than ever that he wanted to be there for her forever.

ﾟ+*:୨୧:*﹤

Throughout their high school years, Luke went to every football game he could manage to go to, every competition he could, every practice he could, even going to the few basketball games she had to perform at. Junior year, he drove himself to her competition at the University of Michigan, being able to drive them back home without having to worry about his parents.

Luke wasn’t the only one who showed up. The Hughes family had taken a liking to her ever since they met her and Ellen and Jim had practically adopted her from the moment they took her home from the competition freshman year. Jack tagged along with Luke to the games when he was still in high school, sometimes Ellen and Jim would show up too. They all went to their graduation not only for Luke but for y/n as well, it’s rumored that they cheered louder for her than for Luke. 

Luke asked her out a month after asking her to homecoming. Everyone said his homecoming and prom proposals were a force to be reckoned with. He always had a way to surprise her and upstage everyone. In sophomore year for homecoming, he got the band to play ‘hey baby’ and he asked her with a poster that said ‘hey baby. I wanna know if you’ll be my date to Hoco.’ Junior year for prom he got a punch of hockey pucks and spelled out ‘Prom?’. 

On the flip side, y/n had made it her mission to support Luke just as much as he supported her. She went to practically every game of his, cheering him on whether or not he got a goal, assist, or just sat on the bench. She wore his sweatshirts at every game, which most of them had belonged to her at that point anyway. Admittedly, there were a few times when Quinn or Jack’s hoodies made their way into the pile because Luke had “accidentally” stolen them from them.

Much like they were there for her, y/n was also there for Jack and Quinn. She was at Quinn’s draft because they had all but begged her to come and the same with Jack. That was the first time she felt part of the family. She would go with them to UMich when they would go see Quinn. She spent the majority of her time with them since that weekend. 

They went to the University of Michigan together, where they both continued to give each other their unwavering support. He went to ‘her’ football games and she went to his hockey games, the ones that she was not performing at, which were her favorites, and Luke’s as well. When Luke realized that she would be playing at his games he had been so excited. Every time he got a goal when she was there with the band, he would point over to her and her friends would fawn over their relationship.

She was there for his draft, sitting right next to him but out of the way so he could celebrate with his brothers. She was there for the playoff games once she had finished school and he was overjoyed by her being there. As much as she wanted to be there for his debut and for his rookie season, Luke made her stay at school, not even so much as allowing her to think about it.

Long distance for them was hard, but they made it work. When they were in Detroit or Columbus, she would drive to see him play. Over winter break, she would fly out to Jersey to spend her time with him. Luke took it harder than she did, to be honest. She was used to being alone in some sort of way, her experiences and feelings with her family had not gone away. But for Luke, it was a different story.

Sure he had his brother there by his side but his best friend, his girlfriend, his world wasn’t there beside him like she had been for the past four years. It was a different dynamic not being able to see her in the stands, not being able to celebrate with her after games or pig out on food at a restaurant after practice, not being able to curl up next to her when they lost or he was in a slump. 

After she graduated, she moved out to Jersey with him, knowing that she would follow him anywhere. Luke was grateful but hesitant at first, not wanting to alter any of her plans. She insisted and said he had done so much for her that this was the least she could do to repay him. Luke asked her to marry him a year later and he incorporated his two favorite proposals of all time.

He gathered a shit ton of pucks to spell out “Will You Marry Me?” on a football field and got a marching band, who in hindsight y/n had no clue how he got in the first place, to play ‘Hey Baby’ as he gave her his speech. She was crying within seconds and Luke knew she would too. Ellen and Jim walked her down the aisle since she was no longer in contact with her own family. 

There were a multitude of things that changed with them, a multitude of fights that they got into, but one thing never changed. The way were each other’s support systems, and they would be forever and ever.

ﾟ+*:୨୧:*﹤

•❅ 《 𝘉𝘖𝘕𝘜𝘚 𝘚𝘊𝘌𝘕𝘌 》 ❅•

Luke was nervous, it had been creeping up on a year since he met y/n and 11 months since he realized he liked her. They had been flirting like teenagers because they were, but it was a sight to see, to say the least. Everyone had said they acted like a couple and accused the two of liking each other but every time the two brushed off the accusations like they were nothing. 

Now he was sitting with some of her friends and one of the drum majors to explain his plan. This was his only chance to do it, they only had one game before homecoming and it happened to be two weeks before the homecoming game. He would’ve done it earlier but he needed everything to be perfect, plus, y/n hated dress shopping anyway so she would probably just order something from Amazon or pull something out of the back of her closet.

Her friends agreed instantly, claiming they hadn’t seen their friend be so happy and giggly in a long time. So when the time came around, he was dressed in whatever the theme was for the game. He looked a little crazy but that was him, and y/n loved that side of him. His poster included her favorite colors and doodles, the words were as straight as they were going to get.

It was in between the first and second quarter and the drum major had told them they were playing ‘Hey Baby’ and everyone except for y/n was on edge, wanting this to be perfect. When it started, she noticed nothing different, everyone was clapping but when they started singing, she noticed everyone’s tone was happier. 

She felt a nudge to her side and she looked up, noticing Luke now standing on the drum major podium, his poster high above his head, “Y/n! Will you go to homecoming with me?!”

She stared at him with wide eyes, embarrassment flooding her whole body. Everyone looked at her expectantly and cheered when she said yes. When he got down, he made his way over to her, everyone clapping him on the back. 

“You are crazy, Luke Hughes.”

“Crazy for you.” She pushed his head away from her and laughed, “Dork.”

𝗡𝗘𝗪 𝗝𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗘𝗬 𝗗𝗘𝗩𝗜𝗟𝗦 𝗧𝗔𝗚𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧 ୨୧

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Bad Game | Alexia Putellas x Barça!Reader

WC: 1312

Warnings: this isn’t full-on smut but it is suggestive so 18+ only pls! There’s no smut warnings but Alexia is just a little mean !

-> English and Spanish are used by both Alexia & reader in this!

All translations are from google, so apologies if they aren’t 100% accurate!

As the final whistle blew, you could see the frustration on Alexia’s face despite her contributing to three of Barça’s six goals against Real Madrid. You watched as she shook hands with the opponents, hardly putting any effort into concealing how upset she felt. You knew better than to try and comfort her right now, knowing that she needed a minute to sit with her feelings, and no matter how much you told her how good she played, she was too in her head to listen to you. 

While you weren’t going to actively try and comfort her, you did keep an eye on her as she did media and signed a few things for some fans before finally making her way into the locker room. You weren’t the only one to notice the midfielder’s frustrations, the rest of the team saw it as well and knew better than to say anything to their captain. In the locker room, you took your seat next to Ona while other teammates were singing and dancing, celebrating another El Clásico win.

Alexia kept to herself in her seat, without a doubt replaying the entire game in her head picking apart her performance. The team’s loud celebration not helping her growing annoyance. Eventually, the celebrations died down as many of your teammates started taking showers and getting ready to head back to the team hotel in Madrid. You were thankful for the rare opportunity to be sharing a room with your girlfriend, seeing as you two are usually kept apart when traveling for away games. 

Knowing how upset the midfielder was, you knew she was going to wait until back at the hotel to shower, wanting to leave the stadium as quickly as possible. You decided to wait as well knowing it was only a short ride back and the quicker you were on the bus, the quicker you could be close to Alexia without her pushing you away. As soon as both of you find your seats, Alexia is quick to put headphones on in an effort to drown out the singing from your teammates. You let out a defeated sigh as you grabbed her hand to give it a light squeeze letting her know you were here for her, but she gave you no response. 

The trip back from the stadium to the hotel was short but for Alexia, it felt like ages. She wanted nothing more than to rid herself of the game and decompress in whatever way seemed best. Alexia was off the bus and in the elevator in record time, not bothering to wait for you to catch up. It was a good thing you each made sure to take one of the keys this morning. By the time you reached your shared room, Alexia was already in the shower. You sighed as you took it upon yourself to take care of cleaning out your gym bags so you could give your kits to the staff to be washed. 

When you finally heard the water turn off in the bathroom, you were mentally preparing yourself to be met with silence from your blonde girlfriend. As Alexia exited the bathroom, she barely gave you a second glance, more focused on finding a replay of the game to study everything she did wrong. You had to fight the urge to roll your eyes as you scoffed at her actions. This finally gained some sort of reaction from Alexia, as she threw you a glance from one of the beds with a raised eyebrow, silently challenging you to challenge her. All you did in response was to give her a similar look, choosing to ignore the feeling you felt from seeing your girlfriend freshly showered with damp hair in a tank top and sweats. 

When you were done with your shower, you found Alexia in the same position you left her in, this time you didn’t resist the eye roll. 

“Ale, are you seriously going to rewatch the game you just played?” you asked, your voice dripping with your own frustration. 

“Necesito ver que hice mal. (I need to see what I did wrong)” Alexia muttered, not looking up from her laptop. You knew this game was going to bother her, but the two of you never get to share a room when you’re away and you were looking forward to spending time with your girlfriend. 

“Creo que puedes tomar un descanso, sólo por esta noche, cariño. (I think you can take a break, just for tonight baby)” You sighed, hoping to get her attention and she would see the pout on your face.

“Creo que podrías dejarme en paz unos minutos. (I think you could leave me alone for a few minutes.)” The blonde snapped, clearly still frustrated from earlier. Alexia finally looked up at you as she spoke and you could see in her eyes just how upset she was. 

You knew that if you kept going, this argument would follow you back to Barcelona, and that was something you did not want. However, you couldn’t ignore just how much her words affected you. On one hand, you were upset that she was taking her anger out on you. On the other hand, you felt turned on by the idea of her taking her anger out on you in other ways.

“tal vez sólo necesites algo que te calme. (maybe you just need something to calm you down.)” You replied, taking cautious steps towards Alexia. The drop in your voice caught her attention, though she still refused to make eye contact with you.

When you reached the side of the bed she was sitting on, you moved to sit next to her. You carefully slid your finger across the top edge of her laptop, catching her eyes drift up slightly to watch you. 

“bebé..please.” your voice had dropped to a whisper, knowing that no matter what your girlfriend was feeling, she was always affected by how you asked her to pleasure you. Alexia met your eyes, her still swimming with anger and disappointment in how she played but you could tell by how her pupils had dilated that she was feeling other things as well. 

“úsame. desquitate conmigo, por favor, mi amor. (use me. take it out on me, please, my love.)” you begged. If you knew how to get anything out of Alexia, begging was the way to go.

Alexia all but threw her laptop off the bed to grab at your waist to switch the positions the two of you were in. Alexia loved having you under her, begging for her to give you sort of release and she wasn’t going to say no this time. Her lips met yours in a heated kiss, the blonde not giving you a chance to catch your breath before her tongue found its way into your mouth. Her lips left yours and a whine quickly followed them, hating not having her close. 

Her lips found a place on your neck, leaving teasing kisses and bites, without a doubt leaving marks for you to deal with in the morning. At the moment though, you did not care. You were more focused on being an outlet for your girlfriend to let go of her lingering frustrations.

“¿Vas a hacer lo que te digo, princesa? (are you going to do as I say, princess?)” Alexia mumbled in between leaving the marks along your neck and collarbone. 

You didn’t trust your voice, but you knew Alexia was waiting for an actual answer. With a shaky breath, you responded with a whispered “sí.” The response you received from your girlfriend was a deep kiss before she softly said “bueno” against your lips and you knew you were in for a long night, grateful that tomorrow was a travel day and you wouldn’t be expected to do much.

[feelmyskinonyourskin]

Amore Mio [Secret Trope]

Pairing: Frank Castle x Female Reader

Trope de Sept Masterlist | Main Masterlist

Secret situation 1. Character A is keeping a secret from Character B, until it comes out in a dramatic moment. "Frank has been keeping something from you."

Warnings: No use of Y/N. Female Reader. FLUFF. Based on a wonderful request from @xxdrixx . I hope my Italian is not shit, but I know just a little bit from singing opera and kinda went off what I know from that.

WC: 734

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Frank’s phone went flying across the room, landing with a plonk in the armchair.

You looked at him curiously, having just come back from making popcorn in the kitchen.

“What was– ?” you asked

“Picture of a snake. Fuckin scared me.” Frank responded

You rolled your eyes at the thought of the Big Bad Punisher getting spooked at a photo of a snake popping up on whatever app he was on, but you sat beside him and started the movie, the incident soon leaving your mind.

But several more times over the next few months, situations like this would happen. You’d walk into the room and Frank would suddenly get nervous and find an excuse to close his phone quickly.

If it were any other man, you might find it suspicious, but Frank was too loyal and honest for you to ever suspect anything nefarious.

Then came date night. Frank had taken you to an unusually nice restaurant, having even put on a pair of pants that weren’t jeans just to spoil you with a romantic evening.

Except his mind seemed a million miles away and he kept picking up his phone, reading something while muttering to himself, then putting it down suddenly when he noticed you staring.

You were about to ask just what the hell was up, when the waitress came over to take your order.

“Hi, my name is Francesca. I’ll be taking care of you tonight. Can I get you guys started with some drinks?”

Your face lit up hearing her speak, recognizing a familiar accent in her voice.

“Sei Italiana?”

“SÌ!” she responded

You talked for a few minutes, reminiscing in Italian about where you were from. Frank watched the two of you, smile on his face as he knew how much you loved speaking in your first language and meeting people from your home.

The waitress was so excited to connect with you, she even brought you and Frank free dessert at the end of the meal, delicious creme brulee the perfect way to end the evening.

“Wanna take the scenic route home?” he asked, offering his hand out to you

You nodded with a smile, happy to have a date night with Frank that didn’t involve him rushing off halfway through to go deal with ‘business’.

There was a chill in the air as you walked hand in hand along the pier of Hudson River Park.

Frank’s jacket was draped across your shoulders, ever the gentleman keeping you warm when you prioritized your outfit over dressing for comfort and the weather. 

You stopped walking after a while, leaning side by side on a railing and watching the lights of New Jersey sparkle across the water. Frank’s hand was splayed across your lower back, a quiet gesture of affection and protection.

After a few minutes basking in the comfortable silence of each other's presence, Frank finally spoke.

“Amore mio. My love.” he whispered in your ear

Your spine went rigid and goosebumps crawled along your skin. You’d never heard Frank speak Italian before. 

“Hai cambiato la mia vita. You have changed my life.” he continued, voice trembling from nerves “Non riesco a immaginare un futuro senza di te. I cannot imagine a future without you.”

Was this really happening? Had Frank learned your native tongue just to use it for the most romantic proposal ever?

His familiar touch disappeared from your side as he knelt down on one knee beside you, pulling a velvet box from his pocket.

“Vuoi sposarmi? Will you marry me?”

You could feel the tears coming on as his big brown eyes stared up at you, waiting for your answer.

“SÌ” you responded with a shaky voice, too overcome with emotion to manage much else.

A grin like you’d never seen spread across his face as rose to his feet and kissed you deeply.

After he slid the ring on your finger, you knew you had to ask.

“How long have you been learning Italian, mio caro?”

“Bout six months. Wanted to get it good enough to do this. Maybe we can do our vows in Italian too?” Frank responded sheepishly, pulling out his phone and tapping the icon with the green owl to show you just how much he’d progressed on his own.

Now you understood what he had been hiding on his phone from you.

“Perfetto. Perfect.” you said, kissing him once more 

[alicerosejensen]

I already read everything you have published and I love it.

Following up on your previous post, how long will it be until Leon feels ready to propose to his girlfriend, and if she says yes, would they like a big wedding or something more private? Also, how would things be before the wedding?

One last thing, what is your native language?

We will consider this a continuation of part 3, which I am still translating.

It's all good. I receive all requests and will definitely answer them, but since English is not my native language, I do it quite slowly.

The text mentions a song by Lana Del Rey (sorry, I just love her music).

I take pictures and gifs from Pinterest.

It's been a good three years of relationship. It was funny how an ordinary interest turned into something more serious, which Leon cannot refuse, preferring to keep safe and with him like some kind of diamond.

And that diamond was you. The diamond who was sitting at the same table with him, with both legs thrown on the next vacant chair, while your hands were flipping through a new book about the Incas or the Maya? Leon didn't listen too closely, preferring to just admire you in the morning sun, forgetting about his cold coffee.

It was natural that two people who know each other well enough and have strong feelings for each other decided to legitimize their relationship, but a number of problems arose: 1) His work does not seem to forbid, but also does not understand the presence of a family. There are some D.S.O programs to protect the data of their agents' families, but Leon has never been interested in them. 2) Your age difference. Leon was almost forty and you're still too young. Yes, college will soon be left behind, but you are unlikely to want to start a family so early, despite the fact that it was somewhere in your plans. Just not now. 3) Despite the fact that he deeply loved you and knew that the feeling was mutual, Leon had no idea if you saw him as your husband.

Besides, the last thing he wanted was for you to get hurt. More precisely, he didn't want it at all! But he loved you so much that he partly began to understand Glenn Arias in his madness because of the death of his wife.

It has nothing to do with the case, but Leon really wanted you to put a ring on your ring finger and become Mrs. Kennedy. However, he has not yet fully decided on it himself.

How can he carefully find out from you what you think about this? Leon gave you a worried look, but you didn't even notice it, too absorbed in reading. He had already turned his back to you to pour the coffee into the sink, and immediately froze as soon as he suddenly heard you quietly humming some strange song to yourself. Cacciatore? Some Salvatore? Limousines? Leon didn't comment on it in any way, just made sure that you didn't talk to him. "I just wanted to sing the chorus of my favorite song."

A sudden impulse, but then a message came to your phone and you reached for it to read it, and then showed Leon a couple of photos of your young friends from their honeymoon.

Leon regarded this as a great opportunity to carefully find out your attitude to marriage without giving himself away.

"Don't you think they got married too soon?" - You shrugged indifferently as you typed an answer to your friend.

"It's none of my business."

While you were carefully looking at the photos of friends in love from France, Leon stood still not knowing how to choose the right words. He rinsed the mug in the water, putting it in place and decided to start carefully "attacking" again.

"If you were choosing a place for your honeymoon, where would you go?" - It was risky, although you just looked away somewhere to the side, tilting your head to the side like a child, thinking about the question. - "Paris too?"

You were hiding like you ate something very sour.

"Paris is banal. I would have thought of something more interesting."

"For example?"

"Don't know… maybe Spain?"

Leon coughed. Not the most pleasant memories. For some reason, he imagined you wandering around Salazar's castle in search of various trinkets and trying to ask Ganado about their history, while he drags you everywhere by the hand, trying to shoot infected Las Plagas with a shotgun and pistol.

And then he will find you drinking tea with this same Salazar, talking sweetly about some abstract topic. The pictorial art of the fifteenth century, for example? At least this thought and the image that appeared before his eyes lifted his mood with its absurdity.

He rewarded you with a half-smile and dismissed the idea of marriage indefinitely. Until college graduation.

Until next week, actually.

Leon was just going into the store to restock some groceries when he accidentally bumped into a fellow agent. The conversation would not have gone beyond greeting if a little boy of five or six years old had not hit Leon's legs. He didn't even apologize and just ran on through the store until his father called out to him.

"You should apologize! Go up to Leon and apologize for pushing him!"

The child looked excitedly into his eyes, but still obeyed, slowly approaching an unfamiliar man.

"In fact, it's not necessary…"

"They need to learn to be polite. Do you have any children Leon?"

It was a strange question. Of course, before the outbreak of the G-virus in Raccoon City, Leon had some kind of plan for the rest of his life after graduating from the police academy. And in this plan there were two Kennedy babies, a house with a pool and a golden retriever, and of course a charming wife. Only Leon personally hammered the last nail into the coffin of his dreams.

Leaving your wife alone with a child in this dark world where every day there is a chance that another psycho terrorist may take it into his head to arrange another zombie apocalypse? That's not what he wanted.

But he still annoyed Hannigan with his questions. As if assessing the risk, Leon stared at Ingrid while she wiped her glasses.

"Is there a specific reason why you are interested in this topic?"

"No."

"Then stop wasting my time!"

Fair. Despite the information he obtained, Leon continued to walk like a gloomy ghost around his own house occasionally looking at you strangely. You caught those looks every time you asked him what was the matter, but he waved it off.

And then he asked you about that wedding. Then you had already separated and you were a bridesmaid without a couple. However, you had a good time without it, cherishing the hope that you, too, will someday have a beautiful wedding with a honeymoon.

Leon nodded, taking a sip of Jack Daniels from his glass. A beautiful wedding… with a bouquet of flowers, gifts, guests, a sweet cake and a magnificent white dress. A wedding in the best traditions…

That's what he couldn't give you. An important day in your life (if you agreed to marry him) is likely to become a normal weekday with the receipt of a marriage certificate. You deserve what you dream about, and he probably deprives you of it feeling boundless guilt.

Leon doesn't want to let you go. He hates the idea that you will leave again, leaving him in this empty apartment. however, he does not want you to suffer through his fault. Leon has long admitted to himself that he wants to come home to his family - to you and at least one Kennedy baby. But fuck, he's almost never around because of these missions! And you didn't think about motherhood as such at all. He's almost forty, not you!

But he decided to try again the attempt of careful questioning when you laid him on the bed so that he lay on his stomach to get a light massage before going to bed.

"So Paris is a bad idea?" - Leon thought when you frowned, sitting on his lower back and gently kneading his back. - "What about the Eiffel Tower? The Petit Trianon at Versailles? Those famous French delicatessen cafes? I thought you said you'd like to visit the Moulin Rouge sometime."

"Well, maybe someday. Paris is beautiful just not right for my honeymoon."

You said you wanted something original. So you ended the conversation and continued the massage in silence. And at night felt through a dream how Leon's palm touches your cheek, and then goes down to your neck, collarbones, all the way to your stomach, until he hugs you tightly, pressing you to him. Yes, it woke you up, but maybe he had a nightmare again? Leon wasn't sleeping, and you knew it, so you turned around and put your head on his chest, falling asleep again.

I don't care if you guessed about his thoughts or not, but after much thought, Leon still decided to try his luck.

Life is too short not to try to at least become a little happier.

He bought a cute diamond ring, trying to find something not boring and at the same time not pretentious. However, after tiring the consultant, he finally gave him an entertaining idea: if you don't like what Leon chose, you can come here again and buy any other ring that you like more.

You brought him such relief and comfort after meeting with all these viruses and parasites that Leon saw no problem in buying another ring in case you didn't like it at all. Of course, you can't tell him about it, but he knows his girlfriend's emotions too well.

Leon also ordered dinner at home, considering that due to your workload in college, you didn't sleep much, completely devoting yourself to the last academic year. Besides, he didn't invite you to the restaurant because he still wasn't sure of your answer. Positive or negative? If you do not want this, at least the home environment will not create severe discomfort.

And here you are sitting in your home clothes, calmly eating your favorite food, watching some action movie with your boyfriend, not knowing about the blue velvet box in his jeans pocket.

You can see that Leon is very nervous, scolding himself for the fact that it would be better to rehearse the speech in advance, but you are so absorbed in the film that you do not pay any attention to him at all until exactly the moment when he takes the plate from your hands and puts it on the table.

It took a few seconds for the tired brain to figure out where the dinner had gone.

Your palms immediately find themselves in his warm hands and it looks so cute when women's palms seem so small against his background.

You can admire this endlessly or until the moment when Leon silently, with obvious anxiety in his eyes, in horror, hands you a velvet box, waiting for a reaction.

For God's sake, say something, but don't be silent!

"Is that what I'm thinking or am I wrong?" - You open the lid looking at a charming ring matched to your finger size. And despite the fatigue of the gyrus, they understand that this is an unusual gift.

This is a marriage proposal!

"If you're not ready… fuck… I remember you told me that one day you would want to start a family, and I'm actually the worst option as a husband who is often not at home, although I try, sweetheart…"

"Do you want to start a family with me?" - In his opinion, you looked at him like he was crazy. But in fact, you were trembling slightly and were ready to lose consciousness if he answered in the affirmative now.

"I understand that it's probably too early for you. Understand, I'm not saying that if you agree now, then we will immediately go to the bedroom to make a mini Kennedy. You still have to go to college… damn it, how difficult it is… It's just a suggestion. I want you to be with me as my wife, I want at least one child from you, if you don't mind. You know, Hannigan told me a little bit about these programs to protect the families of agents… they're not bad."

Leon stumbled over every word, sweating profusely, once again afraid to turn to you. Suddenly you are frozen in horror at what is happening, despite the fact that he is actually calmly trying on an engagement ring, carefully examining the carat. You can't say you didn't like it. But because of your admiration for the new decoration, you practically did not listen to what poor Leon was talking about.

"You know, I'll understand if you've never considered me as a husband."

"It just always seemed to me that you needed a mistress and not a wife. You never said you wanted kids. "

You intertwined your fingers with him to calm him down a little. How grateful he was now for the support provided.

"This is problematic. Because of my job. I love you, but I wouldn't force you to do anything. I'm still a little scared of what I'm saying. Some agents have kids, hell, the B.S.A.A guys quietly start families because they get paid well, but when they die… what's the use of a hero father if he's dead? The choice is yours. If you ever carry my child, then I will do everything so that he lives in a safe world, at least on an island of tranquility without bioweapons and other shit. I may often not be around, but I'm willing to try. I no longer want to lose my happy future with the woman I love because of the bastards who think they are the rulers of the world."

Confusing and at the same time understandable. Leon has conveyed to you his thought, his dream, leaving you the right to choose. He was so afraid to look at you that he was surprised when, instead of fright or horror, he saw the serenity of a real angel holding his hand.

"What do you think?" - He asked, and you giggled merrily.

"I think you should wear a bulletproof vest." - Frank laughter rang through the apartment. And you moved to Leon's lap with the grace of a cat, touching the sensitive skin of his neck with your lips while he held you under his hips. - "I don't want to become a widow, but you'll have to run away from my father's bullets when he starts shooting at you with his hunting rifle."

Leon smiled cheerfully, putting his arm around your waist and forcing you to look at him.

There has not been a single boyfriend of yours who has passed a strict paternal check regarding the future spouse for the only daughter. It was a fucking test that no one could pass because you were still considered a little girl.

"We will resolve this issue. Your father is hardly more terrible than a Tyrant." - of course, you had no idea who it was. - "Can I take your answer as an agreement to become Mrs. Kennedy?"

"Perhaps." - You hung on his neck, admiring the two blue pools, and touched his lips with your feather-light kiss. - "But that means we won't have a big wedding, right? Like it's dangerous, I'm a big government agent about whose personal life no one should know, even the president himself. - You merrily parodied the timbre of his voice, realizing how ridiculous it turned out, but you both liked it."

"Yeah"

He was so vulnerable stroking your thighs. The realization that he can't give you what you want…Leon felt a stone of guilt fall on his shoulders, crushing him painfully. All he needs is for you to be happy and then he will be too.

"Well, it's not scary at all!" - You still continued to wrap your arms around his tense body. - "But you didn't just ask me about the honeymoon, did you?"

"This is what I can give you. I am not sure that it will last a whole month, but we will take everything from it."

All the light from the lungs seemed to have disappeared. Your joyful face can bring a dead man back to life! And Leon really came to life feeling like shit a little less.

"However, if you have deprived me of a bachelorette party with sexy strippers and a wedding cake - although no, we will order it anyway - I reserve the right to choose the place of our vacation on my own!"

"Anywhere angel. Even to a remote village in Spain"

Your eyes sparkled cunningly foreshadowing an exciting journey. Leon needs to listen more carefully from now on about your new hobbies.

______________________________________________________________

Claire laughed out loud as she turned over the card, on which Leon's handwriting had written one:

"When I agreed to a honeymoon in Peru, I did not think that I would spend hours looking at the Maya and the Inca skulls! Marital duty is not a soft bed in an expensive hotel, but a trip in the style of Lara Croft and Indiana Jones!

P.S while I'm writing this, I have to keep an eye on my wife so she doesn't break her neck climbing the fucking pyramid."

[soggyriceee]

Moth to a flame part 3?

Moth To A Flame | Konig NSFW

| first of all, I just wanna say thank you for all the support on this story. when I say I was not expecting to make this a series I wasn't. I literally was listening to the song and got some really good inspiration for a quick little smut and kept it pushing lmao. im so glad you guys like it and I hope to write more long stories in the future! in this part I will say Konig is a little crazy, and a lot of mentions about stalking, mommy king(hehehe), and aggressive sex are mentioned. also horrible German translation. if these are any triggers to you please please do not read this part! thank you again ily all sm <3 |

four months have passed since you moved away. you and your boyfriend now live in New York, working a daytime job as a school nurse. you finally decided to put your college degree to work. your boyfriend worked at the same company, got a raise and is planning on taking you both out to Cancun for the summer. and of course,

you got the abortion.

it was the least you could do to help make your boyfriend feel better. the last thing you needed was to be alone in New York, a city too big for someone to learn on their own. you were happy. contempt. Konig was out of your life and you were able to focus on your boyfriend now.

however, arguments and trust issues were inevitable after what happened. as much as your boyfriend loved you, he couldn't trust that the same thing would happen again. whether it was Konig or someone else. a ring light camera was placed at the front of your apartment door, checked by him every night for Konig but also any suspicious activity. "its more so for our safety." he had told you a few days ago. but you knew it was more to prove his doubts wrong.

Konig harnt reached out to you. he was blocked on everything, completely ghosted. but you knew that wouldn't stop him from looking for you. you just hoped it wasn't anytime soon. the abortion was already a big step into the right path for you, Konig coming in and ruining that path was not what you needed. you were happy where your life was now, you were happy with your boyfriend. Konig would never be an issue again.

that was until you heard a knock at the door of your office. "come in~" you said sing songly, expecting another high schooler to come in with some lame excuse to be here and not in class. you paid no mind to when the door open, finishing putting the rest of the cough drops into the jar. "what can I help you with?" you asked, back still turned.

it was quiet for a moment. then, you felt two strong arms wrapping around your waist. you gasped, turning quickly. there, Konig looked down at you, a wide spread smile on his face. "Meine Liebe, ich habe dich so sehr vermisst.." he whispered, leaning down placing a gentle kiss on your forehead.

to say your heart felt like it would jump out your body was a humungous understatement. you know it wasn't your fault this time it was happening. but you still felt beyond guilty, and most of all scared. pushing him back, you moved to the front of your desk. " h-how.. how did you find me- how did you get in?" you asked, trying to swallow the lump in your throat. "dont worry about that my love.. im here now. im here to take you back home." he said, tilting his head slightly.

he looked around, humming softly. "this is a cute office. very you like." he said, smiling at the photos of you and students you had grown close to over the last few months. but he didnt really care about that. he cared about getting you back to "home". "I am home Konig. you need to leave me alone im serious this time. im happy here im happy with-"

"but you aren't. I know you aren't. I know you miss me meine liebe. I miss you too. think about you all the time." he said, another smile coming across his face. he moved closer to you but you backed away. he sighed, crossing his arms. he was unhealthy. he needed serious help. help you simply couldn't offer him. "how long are you going to play this game." he said, his tone more serious, his eyes shooting you daggers.

"im not playing a game Konig you need to move on. you cheated many times. you lost your chance to be with me." you said, looking to his side. he wasn't one to get angry, so you weren't worried about that. you were worried about falling for his gaze, his puppy eyes. " gosh those were mistakes. I regret it. I love you. I love you please come back to me." he begged, his voice going from demanding to desperate.

he moved forward again, this time following you until your back hit the wall.

shit.

he placed an arm on the side of your head, the other moving for your chin. smiling, he tilted his head. "dont you see.. no matter where you go, how many phone numbers you make. ill find you, like I always do. and ill fuck you good, like I always do. ill have you leave him and be with me. who you really wanna be with." he whispered, his eyes moving down from your lips to your covered breasts. your chest rose and fell quickly, tears brimming your eyes. you hated him. but you hated him even more because you know he was right. he always fucks you good. he always finds you.

"please.. please leave me alone." you whimpered, fighting back the tears. he ignored your cries and moved his hand to your tummy, frowning. "our baby.. where is it? you should be a lot bigger by now." he said, stepping back a bit.

at that moment you had remembered the abortion, cursing yourself for allowing it to slip your mind so quickly. "where is our baby?" he asked again, his eyes going back to dark, angry ones. you opened your mouth to say words, but none came out. what were you to say? what if he really got angry with you this time? but he had the right to know. and you knew that. after all, he was the father.

"i..I aborted it Konig.. it wouldn't have grown up with its real father anyways." you replied after a moment. you couldn't bring yourself to look at him. you knew all to well he wasn't going to have a pleased look on his face.

silence filled the large room until finally, he spoke up. "well. we can always try again." he said, turning to the chair at your desk. he rolled it out, sitting on it. "come here." he said, patting his lap. but you didnt move. he smiled, shaking his head. "always been defiant. I remember when we first got together I had to train that pretty little mouth of yours to not talk back to me. now look at you. thats what happens when you mess with boys, libeling. not men."

his words didnt bother you in an annoyed or angry way. unlucky for you, it made you clench around nothing. and he knew it did. he knew you loved being talked down on while being treated like a princess. he knew exactly how to turn you on and he was abusing that knowledge right now. " I bet you missed being thrown around, fucked like some worthless toy and then babied right after. dont you?" he stood from the chair, making his way back over to you. " you miss your mouth getting fucked, filled with cum. swallowing it all. making a mess on my dick.. fuck I think about it all the time. those pretty little eyes of yours looking up at me. mascara running down your face while I slide myself down that tight, tight fucking throat of yours." he said, looking down to your throat before quickly looking back into your eyes.

wet wasn't even the word to describe the situation going on in your underwear. you cursed yourself mentally for allowing him to talk to you like this. but you couldn't stop him. because he was right. your boyfriend, no matter how hard he tried, simply couldnt man handle you the way you loved. the way you needed. he was gentle, afraid to leave so much as a hickey on you. but he was slowly becoming more open to it, especially since seeing Konig pounding you from behind. he wanted you to stay, he didnt want you to move on to another. or back to Konig.

"Konig you need to leave.. im not coming back to you. you messed up far too man-"

" so let me make it up to you libeling.. lassen Sie mich um Sie kümmern.." he was now standing right infront of you, looking down at you. you couldnt look away. the way he spoke to you in his mother tongue turned you on, always. even if you couldnt understand every word, his deep voice and accent made it hot. his hand slid up your nursing shirt, gripping your covered breast. you bit down on your lip, closing your eyes. you couldnt give in. not this easy.

shoving his hand down, you stepped away. "Konig leave or ill call the police. ill write a restraining order anything to get you away from me." you finally said, fixing your shirt. "your so hot when you try to act all tough maus.. fuck its making me so hard." he said, pulling at his pants buckle. your eyes flickered down for a few seconds, but it didnt go unnoticed. "see dont fight it maus.. I know you want me to fuck that tight little pussy of yours. make you cum all over me. in this office of yours. you want me to fuck you on your desk huh?" he whispered, unbuckling his pants and slowly pulling his already hard dick out.

the tip literally dripped pre cum, dropping to the floor. it made you whimper, only fueling his craving for you. "Konig.. please leave." you whispered out, but it wasn't confident enough for him to believe. he smirked, turning down towards your chair once again. "maus dont you see how hard I am? I need you. I crave you." he said softly, eyes looking at you so "innocently".

his hand gripped the base of his dick, a sigh coming from him. he leaned over, spitting onto the tip and moving his hand down his shaft, slowly back up. a quiet groan left his lips, his head resting back and looking to you. he sped up his hand movements, keeping eye contact onto you. small, desperate whimpers slipped from his lips as his hips bucked up. "oh maus.. please~" he whimpered, his chest rising fast, falling at the same rate.

you whimpered at him, wanting to go and slide down on his dick. not matter how badly you wanted to keep up with the happiness you had in your life right now, you needed him. he saw your confusion and smiled, taking his other hand and reaching out. you hesitated, but slowly walked over to him. his movements slowed down, his eyes looking up at you. "please.." he whimpered.

you knew this was wrong. and you hated how much he always found a way to wrap you around his finger. how he always managed to get you beneath him, fucking into you relentlessly. and you hated how he always came back into your life when you were happy. you hated how badly you craved him, no matter how far away he was, or how bad he treated you.

you couldn't process anything until you felt him pull you down onto his lips. and you couldnt stop yourself from kissing him back. your hands cupped his face, forcing your tongue into his mouth. he smirked against your lips, pulling you onto his lap. you grazed over his exposed dick, sitting right front of it. you pulled away, a long strong of saliva connecting you two.

" maus.. i wanna fuck you so bad. please." he whispered, his hand sliding up your shirt, pulling your bra down and playing with your nipple. you whimpered, nodding your head quickly. "c-can I lock the door?" you whispered, looking down at him. but he was so focused on your nipples, and playing with himself that he same time. you assumed he didnt care, and continued to pull your shirt up and off.

he wrapped his arms around your waist and stood, sitting you on your desk. "imma fuck you... send you back home with my cum swimming around inside you. you want that?" he said, pulling your pants down. you hated how much you wanted to say yes. it was killing you. but the way his tip ran up and down your slit, teasing your entrance as he whispered filthy words into your ear, you couldnt help but whimper out a pathetic 'yes'.

thats all he needed to hear from you before he slid his full, thick length into your tight cunt, a deep groan coming from him as his head pressed against the top of yours. a gasp slipped from you, your hand covering your mouth. as hot as this was, fucking in your nurse office with the door unlocked, it was risky. in fact, you could loose your job. but he wanted that. he wanted you to have a reason to leave and go back with him, no matter how crazy or detrimental the reason. " so fucking dirty.. getting fucked on your office desk-shit- I bet you want someone to come in here and see this tight cunt getting fucked huh?" he whispered, gripping the back of your head, pulling it so your eyes met his.

he was hot. you couldnt admit it. the way he looked as he fucked you made you go feral. his hair sticking to the top of his forehead, eyes locked onto yours as small whimpers and groans left his pretty little lips. he could say the same for you. the way your tits jerked up and down every thrust he gave, your desk squeaking along with it. your hands gripping onto him as you gave him small, pathetic begs. "say it louder baby.. what do you want? be a big girl for me." he whispered, pulling his now shiny dick out, slamming it back into you. your hands gripped him harder as his grip on your head did too. "f-faster.. please" you finally were able to muster out.

his hips waited no time to move faster, feeling every vein and inch of his thickness move in and out of you. it was heaven. no matter how much you hated him, you couldnt stop yourself from letting him fuck you. anywhere. anytime. you guys were like magnets, no matter how hard you both tried you couldnt keep away from each other.

the more time went on, you realized the tears forming in konigs eyes. they weren't from pleasure either. " k-konig?" you asked, your hands falling to his lower stomach. but he kept going, no matter how hard you tried to stop him, he kept going. "I-i hate you.. so fucking much. I hate y-you because I know I c..I cant live with or without you-fuck.. I-i crave you even when I shouldn't.. I fucking hate you" he cried out, small whimpers coming every now and then from him.

for a moment you had to stop and think about what he just said. but, he didnt give you much time. the more his tears fell the faster and harder his thrusts became. the more aggressive he became. he let go of your head but pushed your body back, your bare back hitting the cold desk, pens and papers falling to the floor. "k-konig" your whimpered, your legs wrapping around his waist. "I-im gonna..cum soon..fuck!" he groaned, his head falling into your chest. his hot tears covered you and you could've sworn you heard 'mommy' fall from his lips every now and then. it made you clench around him seeing him so vulnerable, so emotional while fucking you.

he took one of your legs, pushing it up so your foot rested on top of the desk. his thrusts became deeper, the sound of your moans growing louder. his hand quickly found your mouth, silencing all the whimpers and moans that slipped from you. "m..mommy im cumming~" he cried out, his thrusts becoming more and more sloppy.

his sudden change in persona threw you off guard, but you liked it. too much. the closer he got the more he chanted 'mommy'. and you could tell, he was really close. "m-mommy I-ill hold it back.. ill hold it back till y-you cum first~" he whimpered into your chest, his arms finding your waist and pulling you up into him.

your hands quickly found his hair and tugged it, moaning how good you felt. "k-konig keep going.. im so close~" you moaned, your head falling back off the desk, eyes shutting closed. he growled, slamming deeper into you, stabbing your squishy g spot each time.

the knot in your stomach quickly came undone and not too long after, he came with you, his grip on you tight enough to snap you in half if he really wanted. he whimpered as the last bit of his cum shot into you, small 'plat plat's coming from beneath you two. he pulled out, watching the mix of cum pour out of you as if you were a waterfall, dropping to the floor.

heavy breathing filled the now silent room as you slowly lifted yourself up. "ill get you a paper towel." he said softly, shuffling over to the counter and grabbing the roll. he brought it over, getting to his knees and slowly, spreading your legs. taking the towel he ran over your pussy slow, collecting the cum. it was silent. you didn't know if you should bring up what he said, what he called you.

he sensed your tension and looked up at you from below. "I meant every word I said. I hate you. but I hate you because I love you too much to let you be someone else's. nobody.. nobody has ever made me this crazy.. ever. you've unlocked a part of me that I didn't know existed. I didn't know I had. my heart hurts seeing you happy with someone who isn't me, having a life with someone who isn't me. and what hurts more is to know I caused that." he spoke, his voice soft.

you looked down at him, your chest hurt. you opened your mouth to speak but no words came out. "you dont have to say anything. ill leave you and your boyfriend alone." he stood, throwing the papers away. "im moving back to Germany." he said, looking down at you. and you couldnt lie, your chest felt like it was tightening. tears began to pool but you looked down.

" I leave in three days. I just.. wanted to say goodbye. I guess. I know you hate me, I know you want me to leave. and I love you enough to do anything that will make you happy. if you-"

your hands wrapped around his shirt collar and you pulled him down, slamming your lips to his. his large hands slammed against the sides of you, holding himself up. he immediately kissed back, moaning into the kiss. thats when the tears fell.

"please..please dont leave.." you whispered, pulling away. you looked up at him, looking for anything that said "I won't".. but his lips formed a small smile, his hand meeting your cheek. "your happier without me.. you know you are." "I dont c-care. I cant ha-have you not here. please"

the tears kept falling and he caught each one, flicking them from your face. " oh meine liebe.." he whispered, pulling you into a hug.

✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ:

2 years had passed. you were pregnant. again. getting married in a few months too. you were excited because you felt like you were happy, for real this time. you stayed in New York, working at a new school more uptown. it was great, you were happy now.

" okay chicken orrr steak?" you asked your fiancé, rubbing your baby bump as you stared into the fridge. your soon to be husband came behind you, kissing your neck and putting his hand on top of yours. "chicken. we can make Alfredo." he said. nodding, you grabbed the meat, putting it in the sink to defrost.

" ill go run you a bath and we can get ready to go to the bakery. im excited to taste all the new cakes." he said, taking your hand and kissing each knuckle. " me too. especially the Oreo one. pleaseee at least try it. for me." you pouted. "your gonna say no to your pregnant fiancé?" you smirked, pointing to your belly.

you were due exactly 3 months after your wedding. so you both decided now was the perfect time to get married before you both had no time. "I guess I cant huh." he laughed, opening the bedroom door. you sat at the edge, watching his tall stature move to the shared bathroom.

as you watched him from your bed you smiled, thinking of all you both had been through. maybe it was the hormones, but you felt the tears well in your eyes. and it didnt go unnoticed either. " meine liebe? whats wrong?" he asked horridly, rushing over and wiping the tears from your eyes. you smiled and shook your head, placing a high kiss on his cheek.

"I just love you a lot. thats all." you whispered. he smiled, lifting you bridal style before kissing you passionately back. " Ich liebe dich mehr, meine liebe."

| tried to be cool and only highlight when y'all knew he was speaking at the end hehehe anyways guys this is like.. the end! if you guys would want one where the outcome is different and she stays with her current boyfriend lmkk cause I can do that too. but yea like I said thank you all so much for the love on this mini series <333 |

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9 makes 1 team!

Chapter I - Promise

Summary:  What if ATEEZ had debuted with one more member? What if they had debuted with a young woman? Her name is Choi Hwa Young, younger sister of Choi Jongho.

Genre: fluff

Pairing: ot8 & fem!OC Choi Hwa Young

Word Count:  570

Warnings: none

networks: @mirohs-aurora-society

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Chapter I - Promise

It had been a promise to her older brother Jongho. He had always been her favorite person, the one who she always told her secrets and thoughts to. One evening, when she was younger and couldn't sleep, she snuck into his room to cuddle. They had talked and Hwa told him about her wish to make music when she grows up, but that she also knew that girls have other interests and tasks to fulfill. That night, Jongho made her promise him something.

“Work hard and follow your dreams, then you can be like your idols, or even better!” He said and he and Hwa made a pinky promise to each other.

Hwa was only ten at that time, but she was determined to follow through with this promise she made to her brother. She and Jongho soon attended different schools and found different friend groups. It didn´t stop Hwa from pursuing her dreams. She went to a dance school and practiced singing every day. Her vocal teachers were impressed and not long after, she became a trainee in a small company. 

Around five years after that, she switched companies when she heard about an audition at KQ, at that time, not aware that they were not particularly looking for a girl. Yet, she auditioned and got accepted. Hwa didn´t know why, especially after she heard that KQ was forming a boy group, so there actually shouldn't be a place for her anyway. The day of her audition, Hongjoong, the captain of that group, had watched and he wanted her in the group.

However, Jongho was more than surprised, when one day Hongjoong showed up in the practice room, followed by none other than his baby sister. “Hwa? Why are you here?” He had asked, eyes wide and the others were quite surprised about this. They weren't aware that Jongho had a younger sister, nor were they aware that apparently KQ Fellaz were to debut with a girl in their lineup.

“You know her, Jongho?” Hongjoong had asked, head tilted and his surprise was written all over his face when Jongho introduced Hwa as his little sister. San wasn´t very happy with this development, he was concerned that having a girl in the group could lead to rumors and not only be harmful to them as a group, but also to the girl personally. He was soon convinced, when Hongjoong asked Hwa to show the others why she was chosen to join and she did. Her vocal strength wasn´t less than Jongho´s and her range was incredible. Hwa´s dance skills did lack a bit, yet she was able to impress most of the boys with them. 

Wooyoung didn't like the idea of her joining either, not because she wasn't good, no, but he was convinced that she couldn't keep up with the boys and their choreographies. The other boys were smitten by her, so when Wooyoung proposed a little dance battle to convince him, Yunho ‘accidentally’ distracted the main dancer of the group and this influenced the outcome of the battle, making Hwa emerge victorious.

The only thing that had changed since then was that she now was part of one of the most known k-pop groups: ATEEZ. Everytime she was about to give up, she remembered her promise to her big brother and this kept her going until she could fulfill the dream she had as a little girl.

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𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖂𝖆𝖗𝖗𝖎𝖔𝖗’𝖘 𝕱𝖑𝖆𝖒𝖊

𝕻𝖆𝖗𝖙 𝕺𝖓𝖊

Summary: Princess Rhaenyra and her family return to King’s Landing. The little girl, (y/n), is now a fierce warrior. What happens when Prince Aemond looks into her icy blue flames for the first time.

Warnings: Fighting, Weapons

A/n: Thank you for reading the first part of my fanfic. I hope you like the official start to the story. Don’t worry, Aemond is in this one. The picture up top is what your armor is supposed to look like. Also, I’m not good with describing fighting scenes so bear with me and I’m using a translator for the High Valyrian so some of the text might be wrong.

It has now been six years since Princess Rhaenyra decided to call you her own. In those six years you have grown into a fine woman. The promise that you made years ago has also formed you into a fierce warrior.

The day that you were brought into the Targaryen family, Daemon saw the fire in your eyes and decided to train you in the art of combat. You even sailed with Lord Corlys until he was unfortunately hurt. Now, you are a legend among many. Known as the “Ice Dragon” because of your eyes, which they say burns a thousand men with one glance.

In those six years, you have also grown close to Jacaerys, Lucerys, Rhaena, and Baela. You always trained in both dragon riding and combat with Jace and Luke. With Rhaena and Baela, you spent your time studying High Valyrian and reading many books. They saw you as their older sister and you saw them as your younger siblings. They were your family, the ones you hold close to your heart and you would protect them with your life.

The little ones: Joffrey, Aegon, and Viserys were attached to your hip. They followed you wherever you went and you did almost everything with them. They loved you and you loved them.

The days that you loved the most was when you went dragon riding. Even if it was with Jace, Luke, Rhaena, or Baela, you loved feeling the wind in your hair and the adrenaline you got when riding. This was a time where you truly felt like a Targaryen.

You are the dragon rider of Vermithor. The day that you became the rider of Vermithor was one of the greatest days of your life. It had only been a few months since you were brought into the Targaryen family and that day you went with Daemon to the caves were the dragons stayed to get some eggs for Viserys and Aegon. As you were walking around the caves you heard the loudest roar. It scared you half to death and when Daemon saw your petrified face he chuckled.

“Follow me.” Daemon grabbed your arm towards the direction of the roar.

You could do nothing, but let Daemon pull you. As he pulled you, you began to notice how the lights that reflected off the cave walls began to dim. Noticing this made you realize that you were going further into the cave and soon you got to a point where you couldn’t see anything in front of you except for the torch that Daemon was carrying. The point of no return. Once he let go of your arm, you began to inspect the cave. It was eerily quiet, which confused you because you assumed that this was where the loud roar came from and knew that something huge was lurking in the curtains of pitch darkness. You looked toward Daemon who was looking at the sea of darkness as if he was waiting for someone or…something.

“What are we d—” You were interrupted by Daemon turning to you with his index finger on his lips.

Then Daemon began to place the torch on the floor, but what confused you the most was that he began singing a song that was in High Valyrian, a language that you were currently studying. You didn’t know exactly what he was saying, but you loved how beautiful the song sounded. It made you feel calm in a place that was meant to bring out fear.

As Daemon was singing, you began to hear noises coming from deep within the cave. Curiosity got the better of you and you began to move closer to the edge in order to see what was hiding behind the darkness. Then flames lit up the cave making you to jump back and causing you to crash into Daemon.

Daemon held onto your shoulders, keeping you in place to stare at the huge dragon in front of you. Your breathing intensified as you stared at it. You’ve never seen a dragon this large before. Daemon continued to sing the song, but quietly this time as the dragon was staring at you and him. The dragon growled in your face causing you to close your eyes and your (h/c) dreads to fly back a little.

When it finally got quiet, you slowly opened your eyes and noticed how close the dragon had gotten towards you. You can basically feel the dragons breath on your face. Your flaming blue eyes stared right back at the dragon’s flaming amber eyes. The burning flames of blue vs. the burning flames of amber. You were so entranced that you didn’t notice that you were slowly walking towards the dragon. Your hand slowly reached out towards the dragon like it had a mind of its own. This movement caused the dragon to flinch away. You faltered just a bit, but you to back control of your body and reached your hand out again with more determination and slowly placed your sweaty hands on his nose, and he seemed to let you. You smiled knowing that a connection was born. Your blue flames won over the amber flames and they soon came together to create twin flames. Bound together and to never be separated.

Daemon smiled as he stared at you and the dragon. To him you were now fully a Targaryen, even if you weren’t a Targaryen by blood, he still saw you as family; as his daughter. He saw the fire burning in your eyes since the day he met you and he would do anything to keep it burning. You were like one of his daughters and he smiled knowing that you were on your way towards greatness, even if you didn’t know it yet.

“Ivestragī’s jikagon arlī lenton, Vermithor!” (Let’s head home now, Vermithor!)

Vermithor soared through the clear blue sky back to Dragonstone. You looked up at the clear blue sky and closed your eyes as the wind blew your (h/c) dreads behind you. When you are flying Vermithor you felt like you were closer to your birth mother. It’s been six years since her death and it still hurts, but now you have a bigger family that you’re apart of and you couldn’t be happier.

“Love you mom.” You whispered into the wind hoping that she could hear you.

Then you opened your eyes to see that you were finally back home. A small smile graced your face as you looked at the castle that you have called home for as long as you could remember. You then grabbed onto the Vermithor’s reins and guided him down to the platform where all the dragon tamer’s are. When you landed you were greeted by one of the dragon tamer’s. The dragon tamer was a man in his late 50s and you knew him ever since you got Vermithor so you could say that you were friends.

“Nyke assume aōha kipagon istan sȳrī, issa riñnykeā.” (I assume your ride went well, my lady)

You finally climbed down from Vermithor’s long ladder before replying with a smirk, “Ao assumed paktot se skoros emagon nyke ivestretan ao bē calling issa bona.” (You assumed right and what have I told you about calling me that). You have told everyone about using formal terms when addressing you, but they all tend to address you formally anyway.

“Anyway emagon ao ūndegīon se dārilaros se dārilaros?”(Anyway have you seen the Prince and Princess?) You asked as you took off your riding gloves and stuffing them into your riding pants.

“Kessa. Dārilaros daemon iksis isse se caves trying naejot jiōragon syraxes zaldrīzes drōma. Mōrī nyke ryptan dārilaros rhaenyra iksin isse se sombāzmion.” (Yes. Prince Daemon is in the caves trying to get Syraxes dragon eggs. Last I heard Princess Rhaenyra was in the castle).

You nodded your head before responding, “Kirimvose. I’m jāre naejot jikagon find se dārilaros. Mazverdagon sure mazemā care hen vermithor syt nyke.” (Thank you. I’m going to go find the princess. Make sure you take care of Vermithor for me). You patted Vermithor on his neck, which got you a big huff in response, before walking off to go find your mother.

After changing into your armor you walked around the castle trying to find any of your family members. It took you a while to find anyone, but when you walked into the War room, you were met with your sibling Jace who was learning High Valyrian and little Joffrey who was reading with a maid.

“The conqueror and his sisters sailed with a great army.”

“Se Blakuata Rasho dranot vilinio viartis.” Maester Gerardys spoke in High Valyrian.

“And landed at the Blackwater Rush.” Jace replied back.

“Dranot.” You said as you walked down the stairs towards Jace. Jace kept repeating the word as he tried to figure out what it meant. “At the end?”

You shook your head now and said, “The mouth.”

“Mouth! Ah, come on Jace, you knew that.” Jace put himself down after getting the word wrong. “Jace it’s fine if you get the word wrong from time to time.” You placed your hand on his shoulder to comfort him. “Perhaps you should take a break for now.” Jace walked away from your touch and turned to you like you said the most absurd thing in the world.

“No, no. I-I want to keep going.” He then turned to the Maester and had him keep going.

“Guesi misenakson Aegon undas.”

“Aegon…ordered that the trees should be…killed.” He looked at you for confirmation. “No, it’s felled. They are related words.” Jace’s face fell after you said that he was wrong. All he wants to do is live up to the Targaryen name, but he can’t even determine the difference between two words. “Jace you can’t expect to learn High Valyrian in a day. It took me a few months before I could understand just a bit of the language. What makes you think you can learn it in a few mere hours.” You spoke to Jace hoping you could make him understand.

“A king should honor the traditions of his forbears.” Jace countered. Before you could reply back, a new voice broke through the room.

“Well…unless you’re planning to depose your own mother, you have plenty of time to study.” There stood Princess Rhaenyra as she held her pregnant belly. You and Jace were shocked to see her there since she didn’t alert anyone to her presence.

After a minute of complete silence in the room, you walk over to Rhaenyra and hugged her softly to not hurt her or the unborn babe. Once you released her from your hold you placed your slender fingers on her stomach. “How are you and my unborn sibling feeling, mother?”

“You needn’t worry too much about us, my ice dragon. We are doing well.” Rhaenyra replied while placing her warm hands over your hand.

“I am your sworn protector so I should worry.” You two stared at each before the sound of a door opening and closing forced you to turn away towards the noise. The new person that entered the room was Prince Daemon who was covered head to toe in soot from the caves. After Rhaenyra saw who it was she told everyone to leave so that she could talk to her husband in private. You looked at Daemon with a smile which he returned before you left to go train.

You flew over the ship that was carrying your family. You decided to fly on Vermithor instead of riding with the rest of your family because you wanted to get a better view than you would on the ship.

The day that you found out that you and your family would be going to King’s Landing shocked you to say the least. Daemon was the one to tell the news. He had found you battling another knight in the training grounds. His presence caused the knight who you were battling and others who were watching to bow. Daemon used this opportunity to take the place of the knight and become your new challenger. This wouldn’t be your first time fighting him, he was the one that trained you in the arts of battle since you became a Targaryen.

You smirked before getting into your stance and gripping your sword with a light, but firm grip. Both of your steel broadsword’s seemed to glisten in the sunlight as you two circled each other waiting for the other to deal the first strike. Next thing you knew Daemon lunged forward, his blade sliced the air just inches from reaching your face, but you swiftly dodged to the side and swung your blade to meet with his. The clang of your locked swords rang throughout the grounds. This moment caused you to block out everything and everyone. Your sole focus was on this fight and this fight alone. The drive to fight had caused you to push Daemon’s sword away and feint a high attack, which he dodged, but when you quickly struck low it caught him off guard, but only for a split second and he parried your attack. His parry had caused you to stumble and with this moment of weakness Daemon disarmed you and kicked you back causing you to fall. Daemon went to place is sword on your neck in victory, but you quickly rolled to the side and found your way to your knees. While on your knees you reached into your boot and quickly pulled your dagger named Thorn, which was gifted to you by none other than Daemon himself. The smirk on Daemon’s face when he saw the glint of the small dagger in your hand was not only in mischief, but also in approval. You got up from the floor and got back into your battle stance. Daemon swept his sword to your face which caused you to duck, but you didn’t a move that Daemon didn’t expect. You kicked your leg out and tripped him causing him to crash to the floor. You then quickly got on top of him and placed your dagger on his neck in victory.

“You did good my ice dragon.” Daemon smiled with a mocking tone when he said the nickname.

“Well I did learn from the best.” You got up and pulled him off of the ground. Once he was up you quickly embraced him in a hug, which he greatly returned. When you two finished hugging you looked up at him with a questioning look. “So what are you really here for father. Surely you didn’t come here just to spar with me.” You crossed your arms over your chest.

“Always the perceptive one. I taught you well.” Daemon sighed before continuing, “We are leaving to King’s Landing the day after next.”

“What? Why?”

“Ser Vaemond has called into question Lucerys’ legitimacy and is taking the title as Lord of Driftmark away from him.”

You were filled with new found anger at the thought of Ser Vaemond taking something that was rightfully Lucerys’. You have meet Ser Vaemond a handful of times and on each occasion you could see the hatred that he held for anyone who wasn’t a Velaryon. So it wasn’t a total surprise when Daemon said that Vaemond wished to take control over Driftmark. Daemon saw the anger flash in your eyes and placed both hands on your shoulders, “This is why we must go to King’s Landing in order to put a stop to this treachery.” Without saying another word you nodded your head.

Now back to the present, you could see the huge castle in the distance. You decided to go ahead of the ship in order to leave Vermithor at the dragonpit and meet your family at the castle gates. Before going to the dragonpit you decide to fly above the buildings as Vermithor roared in order to alert everyone of the arrival of the Targaryen family (Blacks).

After a while of making your way through the town, you finally made it to the castle gates. You made it just on time to see your families carriage make it through the gates.

“All hail Rhaenyra of House Targaryen, Princess of Dragonstone and heir to the Iron Throne and her royal consort Prince Daemon Targaryen.” You saw a knight as he announced both your mother and father.

Once the carriage stopped you saw your mother open the door and you ran over to help her get down, which she smiled at you in thanks. Rhaenyra looked you over and noticed that you changed out of the regular armor that you ware and into the clothes that she had given to you the day before they left to King’s Landing. Rhaenyra specifically had it made to fit you perfectly and she could see that it fit you well. It made Rhaenyra smile to see how much her little dragon has grown into a fierce woman.

As you stood in the courtyard you noticed that there was barely any one to greet the royal family. The silence was deafening to your ears. “Do they not know how to formally greet people?” You said under your breath.

Your family stood in the center of the grounds waiting for anyone to welcome them to the castle. It took a few minutes before the huge castle doors opened and a man that looked to be around his late 50s walked out. He proceeded to walk over to you and your family before bowing and grabbing onto your mother’s hands. This caused you to place your hand on top of your sheathed blade. This movement didn’t go unnoticed by Rhaenyra and to ease your worries she gave you a small smile before turning back to the man in front of her.

You notice that your mother felt comfortable with the strange man so you slowly took your hand off your blade’s handle, but still remained alert if he were to try anything.

The man glanced at you, but turned his full attention back on to Rhaenyra. “Welcome back, princess.”

“Lord Caswell.” Rhaenyra responded.

After there exchanging, the man ,Lord Caswell, brought your family into the castle. Once going inside you were astonished by the architecture. It seemed dark and dreary when you first stepped inside, but you could see the hidden beauty that was lurking beneath. You were finally brought out of your thoughts by Jace grabbing your arm.

“Come on (y/n). Me and Lucerys are going to the training grounds.”

“Wow I’ve never seen you this about training before.Have the god’s finally answered my prayers.” You chuckled.

Jace glared at you, “Let’s go.” He pulled you as you and Luce laughed at him.

You three wandered the castle for a while before you heard the familiar sound of swords clashing.

“It’s smaller than I remember.” Luke said

“It looks exactly the same.” Jace replied to his brother

“I like our training ground at home better.” You sighed.

“Ah, (y/n) and Luke, come on.” Jace ran down the stairs while you and Luke followed behind him. You looked around at all the fighting men. You noticed that some noble men and women were in the training ground as well and stared at all three of you. They whispered things about you three, but you didn’t really care about what they thought as you walked to a table with weapons of all kinds on it.

Jace ran over to a part of the wall that had a big chip in it. “See? I told you this would still be here. And you thought you could swing Criston’s morningstar.” He teased Luke. “And you almost took your own head off.” You smiled and shook your head at there conversation before looking back at the weapons with your brothers.

Luke turned around and noticed to old noble couple whispering while looking at you guys. You and Jace caught on to his discomfort, but before you could say anything, Jace spoke, “What’s your problem?”

“Everyone’s staring at us.”

“Well let them stare. They have nothing better to do with their miserable lives, but talk about others.” You told Luke.

“Yeah, but no one would question me being heir to Driftmark…if…if I looked like Ser Laenor Velaryon than Ser Harwin Strong.” Luke whispered.

Your eyes immediately darted to his and you placed your hand delicately on his chin so that he was looking only at you. “It does not matter what they think. You are a Targaryen and will be no matter what.” You and Luke stayed in that position until the cheering of the crowd made you change focus. Intrigued, you three walked over to the circling crowd that were watching a sword fight. The crowd gasped every time the one with the silver hair got hit, but you drowned out the crowd as you picked apart the battle. You loved to watch others fight in order to analyze what the people are doing wrong or right. The crowd applauded after the blonde won his battle with his sword to his opponents neck. You thought that the blonde was good, but you knew that you were better. You looked over the blonde and noticed that he had an eye patch on his left eye, which you thought gave him some character.

He didn’t look like anyone special until you heard his opponent say, “Well done, my Prince. You’ll be winning tourneys in no time.”

‘Ah so he must be Prince Aemond that Jace and Luke warned me about.’

“I don’t give a shit about tourneys.” He said back to him, but he wasn’t even looking at him but at Jace and Luke. But then his eyes wandered to yours. Icy blue eyes meet with pale blue eyes. He stared at you for an uncomfortably long time before he shifted his eyes back on to your brothers.”

“Nephews…have you come to train?

Your brothers remain quiet as they stared at their uncle. Luke looked more tense when he looked at his uncle. You knew of what happened six years ago with the two, so you were more on guard as Aemond stared menacingly at Luke. You decided to step in front of your brothers and block Aemonds’ view of them.

“And who might you be?” You could tell that Aemond was analyzing every detail about you.

“I am (y/n) Targaryen. Adopted daughter of princess Rhaenyra and prince Daemon. You may also know me as the Ice Dragon.” The gasps and whispers of the crowd began to get louder as you introduced yourself. After the crowds incessant talking subsided, Aemond spoke, “Ah, I finally get to meet the Ice Dragon that I’ve heard so much about. Since my lovely nephews aren’t going to spar, why don’t you take their place.” His tone conveyed to you that no wasn’t going to be an answer even though you weren’t going to back down from a good spar anyway. “That would be lovely.” You replied back. Before you could take a step towards Aemond someone grabbed your arm. When you turned around you realized that it was Luke. “Be careful.” You could hear the worry in his tone. “Don’t worry everything will be fine.” You gave him a small smile before walking up to Aemond who was staring at you the whole time. You then unsheathed your sword and got into your stance with a smirk on your face. Icy blue eyes pierced through dull blue eyes. Then the battle commenced.

[pearlflwr]

Luna de Xelajú

when i tell you that i am OBSESSED with this song. it’s not okay. anyways, this blurb was inspired by this song!

warnings// fem!reader, spanish might be kinda shit (i wrote this at like 1 am, sue me), miguel is probably ooc, not proofread so…, pure fluff

[name] was curled up next to miguel, her head resting in the crook of his neck. he had his hand tangled in her hair. there was a silence between them, however it wasn’t an awkward silence. it was peaceful. calming even. miguel broke the silence by humming a soft tune. it was familiar. why, he and [name] always sang that tune together. she smiled as she heard the soft tune. miguel looked at her tenderly. “nena, you’re making that smile again.” and she was. it was that smile that said a million words. one that said ‘i love you’ a million times.

“but you love it.” [name] replied with a faint chuckle. it was true. very true. miguel absolutely loved that smile. he would do anything to see her always smile like that.

“indeed i do, nena.” miguel said with a soft smile. his eyes slightly squinting even with the softest of smiles. he pulls her in just a little more closer than they already were. “how about you sing for me, yeah? tú sabes que yo te amo tu vocecita.” he pauses for a second “eres como una sirena cuando tú cantas. always so captivating, mi sirenita.”

[name] knew what song he was talking about. of course she knew he was gonna ask her to sing for him. he’ll eventually sing with her. their voices going together so well “luna gardenia de plata que en mi serenata te vuelves canción..” she started off slowly, finding the rhythm of the ballad.

miguel nodded his head slowly with each word she sang. he was completely enamored with her voice. “tú que me viste cantando, me ves hoy llorando mi desilusión.” he sang back to her. when he sang, he sang with his soul. each word, each verse was sung with passion. each little thing was genuine.

“calles bañadas de luna que fueron la cuna de mi juventud,” [name] would sing back. oh how she loved singing with him, let alone singing for him. miguel knew she was a little insecure of her singing but always encouraged her with praise and motivation. that was something [name] loved about miguel.

the couple looked at each other with so much love in their eyes “vengo a cantarle a mi amada, mi luna plateada de mi xelajú.” their voices intertwining into one song, one expression of love and affection. the two sing the entire song together, holding nothing back as their voices pour out of them, and it sounds like a melody as sweet as two lovers singing together.

author’s note: idk how to write endings aughh 👴🏼 anyways, hope you enjoyed this fic- or at least tolerated it. more to come soon? requests are open!

translations: im too lazy to do them el o el

[vickozone]

The Magnus Archives

-S3 Notes-

WAY MORE NOTES

More fanart is definitely coming soon.

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Handwriting translated below:

#81 childhood neurodivergent trauma. I like Georgie already. … I… didn’t like this episode very much. It reminds me too much of myself…

#82 Elias has the eye powers

#83 “The Stranger.” Circus and delivery service seem to theme. But, how?

#84 Martin is filling in for Jon, old “graveyard”, Melanie is archival assistant?

#85 “The Spiral”, someone isn’t not existing, Georgie is going on a date.

#86 The blanket never did anything, Jon spills some tea.

#87 Sebastian was so oblivious that Megan had to invite him back to notice something was up. [what an icon] Also, mentions of the lightless flame, the stranger, and some weird ritual. Jude Perry even needed to show up!

#88 The calliope is GONE. DIG. Martin really got into that statement and I do not trust Daisy one bit.

#89 Perry is The Desolation and Jon’s hand is TOTALLY singed off

#90 Jared is a bodybuilder and a butcher? He’s the Barbie of TMA. Also, strong women.

#91 Just as quick as he came, Michael Crew, [avatar of?] The Vast, is dead. Daisy is strangling Jon and we learn he can make people speak. AAAA NOT HIS THROAT!

#92 Elias confesses to killing Gertrude and Jurgen, Basira now works at the institute, “Hunt” is associated with Daisy, Jon is so mentally and physically unwell, and more details about the avatars.

#93 Admiral, delivery service, Georgie learns the truth, “Jonathan Sims, are you trying to save the world?”

#94 Georgie talks about her own experiences with death

#95 Martin reads statement regarding 2nd World War. He cares for Jon… a lot…

#96 Breekon and Hope backstory, and Daisy/Jon interview Sarah Baldwin

#97 “ELIAS, WHAT IS MY METAPHORICAL PIT?!” Also, Nikola Orsinov is that stranger chic.

#98 Maxwell, sandman, and Mel is new to poisoning people.

#99 The buried, Michael used to work for Gertrude, Jon is moving out and he got kidnapped— HOW MANY TIMES IS HE GONNA GET HURT?! (HIS LAST NAME IS SHELLEY?! 🥺)

#100 This is so hard to listen to. This literally hurts my brain.

#101 Michael. He… IT shares its statement. Gertrude created Michael. It got sucked through its own door, making way for… Helen Richardson. “He trusted her.” (I feel I am being too tame. MICHAEL IS DEAD?!)

#102 Jon + Mel planning to kill Elias right in front of him, Jon spoke French, more bugs.

#103 Demon pig

#104 If Tim dies… oh, he’s so hurt…

#105 Jon goes to china, The End mentioned, he is rather oblivious.

#106 The space and vast, also Melanie + Basira are shipping Martin and Jon. Stoppp! Also, Elias is pure evil. Jon is also ace.

#107 Jon travels the world, meets murderer’s daughter and vampire hunter! Power trio!

#108 “The world’s a stage…” + PETER LUKAS, MY BOY

#109 More of the trio and how they met. Mustermann just needs some quiet lol

#110 creepy spider movie director. Martin finds a way to distract Elias. ALEXIA. YOU GO!

#111 GERRY! NO! Also, there’s 14 fears. This episode is legit one of the most important.

#112 Friends take turns killing one another, and Barisa + Daisy are… friendly

#113 Gertrude knew Adelard, The End avatar, and Martin needs to keep his hands to himself! “TURN IT OFF!” 😰

#114 Hill Top Road cleaner, and we are off to blow a place up! :D

#115 yo. It’s the antique guy. Also, Helen is nothing like Michael… she’s… pure, somehow?

#116 This was the most confusing thing I’ve ever heard. I’m killing Leitner again if Tim dies.

#117 They all give their statements before The Unknowing. Tim… oh, Martin is so gay and Gerard is gone…

#118 I actually cried. Martin, you sweet boy, you don’t deserve this— WHAT IS HAPPENING!? NAH! NOPE!

#119 16 MINUTES OF PURE CONFUSION. I CAN’T EVEN START IMAGINING A SETTING! Kaboom.

#120 Tim is… dead. Lukas is in charge and Jon is in the hospital. (I need to lie down)

[alder-saan]

the Path of Poisons .7

Daphne

Larissa x gn! oc

TW: Larissa's low self esteem, pre-smut? (no smut but...)

the path of poisons masterlist . [01] . [02] . [03] . [04] . [05] . [06] . [07] . [08] . [09]

words count: 3.2k

Again, automatic translator bcz... It takes so much time. If you see a he/she instead of them, I'm not misgendering them willingly.

Larissa walked through the corridors of the academy, wanting to check one last time that everything was all right. The next day there would be the first meetings to deal with schedules, and it was going to be a busy week, she certainly wouldn't have time to do that. She wondered if she should send a message to Raine, whom she called Rai now, at their request. They had told her that they would be back the day before the end of the staff holiday. They had only had time for two dates, and she would have liked to have had another one before those two weeks, and before the new year. Especially since they hadn't kissed yet, and Larissa was beginning to wonder if he really liked her. Maybe it was stupid, she didn't know. Usually she had dates in the evening, and it was easy to say "don't you want to go for a nightcap at my place before you go home?" Here, they had only met in the morning. And Avareïda hadn't dared to kiss her. She hadn't dared to kiss them either… She looked for her phone in her pocket and couldn't find it. She must have left it at her desk. Too bad, she would send him a message later.

She was in the corridor near the greenhouse when she heard a noise. When she listened carefully she recognised a rhythm. Was it… music? And it had to be coming from the greenhouse. Was it Rai? Were they there? She moved a little faster and as she opened the greenhouse door, she noticed Rei half-dancing as they watered the greenhouse plants on Sway. They hadn't noticed Larissa watching them. She was detailing his outfit. Dark blue straight trousers, a blue and ochre shirt, their hair slicked back as usual. Larissa thought they looked beautiful, and felt privileged to be going out with them. As they turned, she approached him, the music drowning out the sound of her heels. She put her hands on their hips, singing along with the music.

"other dancers may be on the floor, dear but my eyes will see only you…"

Rei gasped and turned around, laughing. They drew her in to dance with them. It was spontaneous, it was pleasant, Larissa thought. They guided her in their steps. She was afraid of being too big, of being clumsy, but they knew how to do it, and soon her fear vanished. She was now absorbed in their eyes, which were for once fixed in hers, and in their lips, too.

They kissed her softly, and the music stopped when Larissa answered. Rei laid their head on the principal's shoulder and felt her breath on their neck.

"How are you, Larissa?"

"I'm fine, how are you? I was just about to text you to say that I wanted to get together before the pre-school rush."

"Well, you got your wish. I wanted to see you too. I was counting on running into you here."

Rei stepped back and continued watering the plants.

"I'll finish this and then I'll be right with you."

"I wanted to know if you'd like to have dinner together tonight."

"You're inviting me to dinner?"

"Yeah, I was thinking of something a little simple, at my place. I don't want to get into too much trouble right now, but I didn't want to miss this last chance to see each other before… You know, schedules, administration… I won't have much time. Maybe you'd rather be at the restaurant, though, I…"

Rei put down her watering can and put a hand on Larissa's cheek, to calm her down a bit.

"That's fine. What time do you want me to come over?"

"7.30 pm ?"

"I'll be there. Should I take something to wear the next day?"

Larissa blushed. And she felt silly blushing about it. Of course she was inviting them to her house partly so that they could stay over to sleep… Or not to sleep.

"Yes, if you want to."

"Then I'll bring something to wear the next day."

"So I'll see you later, I'm going back to do my rounds of the school."

She headed for the greenhouse exit.

"See you tonight, Larissa."

"See you tonight, Rai."

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Rei got ready for that night. They wore high-waisted, wide-legged black linen trousers and an old-fashioned white shirt, 19th century style, with lace on the collar and sleeves. Their collar fell to his chest, well in the middle. Their hair was even more impeccably slicked back. And at 7.29 p.m. they rang the doorbell of Larissa's house. The tall blonde woman opened the door. She was wearing a lavender dress, which she had matched with a hint of mauve. Rei smiled and handed her some more flowers. A bouquet of daphnes. Larissa took the flowers with a smile.

"Come in, Rai. Thank you for the flowers. But you'll have to explain to me how you manage to get daphnes in late summer. The same goes for July daffodils, by the way."

"I have my secrets… No, actually I have enough to reproduce special weather conditions in my house. But some flowers are easier to grow than others."

"So you grow them? I thought you bought them from the florist."

"Not all the time…"

Larissa put the flowers in a vase and arranged them properly, smiling.

"Kindness and seduction, eh?"

"enchantment, too."

Rei looked around Larissa's house. It was modern, in the pastel tones that the principal liked so much. They took a bottle out of their bag.

"I don't know if you drink alcohol, but I brought you a bottle. If you don't drink, I'll get you another present next time…"

"That's fine, thank you," she replied, taking the bottle to observe it. "Figuier roux? Is it sweet wine?"

"Yes, I brought it back from a trip to the south of France, when I was studying the flora of arid countries. I thought it would be a good opportunity."

"Do you know what you drink it with?"

"Dessert, rather."

"Perfect."

Larissa invited them to sit on her sofa. She had brought out some crisps, and crystal glasses. She seemed a little nervous, which Rei found adorable.

"Would you like something to drink? I have some rum, beer, punch…

Do you have anything non-alcoholic to start with? I like to be sober at the beginning of a date…"

"Yeah, sure, I have juice and iced tea."

"Iced tea for me, then."

The woman went to the small open kitchen and took a bottle out of the fridge. She returned to serve the tea in the two crystal glasses.

"Did you have any trouble finding my house?"

"No, it's fine… Your place is quite nice."

"Thanks, I didn't do the decorating, but…"

She sat down on the sofa and raised her glass.

"Are you going to be able to look me in the eye, to make a toast?" she joked

"I hope I'll succeed…"

They were confident, and their glasses clinked gently as they gazed into Larissa's eyes. Her eyes were so beautiful, it made them want to kiss her right now. But instead, they brought the glass to their lips.

"Mission accomplished, I think." they said with a false air of pride.

"Haha, well done."

"So, what did you make us to eat?"

They snatched a crisp.

"a risotto with mushrooms and yellow wine."

"I can't wait to try it…"

But Rei was only staring at Larissa's ruddy lips. They had had a taste of it this morning and couldn't stop thinking about it. Larissa noticed their gaze, and was amused to see that they were not hiding their attraction at all… She put a hand on their cheek and drew them to her.

"You want to kiss me, right?"

"Yes…"

"Then ask me."

"Can I kiss you?" they asked with a smile.

"Yes."

They placed their lips on those of their host, who reciprocated. Soon the kiss was more intense, deeper. Larissa took over and gently tipped her guest over, moving her lips, which left red marks on their cheeks, jaw and neck. Rei let out a sigh of satisfaction as the woman kissed her cleavage. And then she stopped. Rei pouted.

"We'll continue this later, don't you think?"

"Mmh…" they grunted and sat up.

They looked at Larissa and burst out laughing at the sight of her.

"What? What are you laughing at?"

"Your lipstick… I didn't expect it to be like this."

She stood up and looked at herself in the foot-long mirror near the entrance. Indeed, she had a mixture of red and black on her lips and all around her mouth, which went up to her nose. She laughed too.

"And you can talk, you have a huge red streak running from your mouth to your cleavage."

They moved closer and smiled at the sight of themselves.

"I think I like the way we look, actually…"

"You know what? I think I do too… Are you hungry? The risotto is waiting."

"I think I'm getting hungry, yeah."

"So let's eat."

Larissa pulled out a chair for them and fetched two plates of risotto that were waiting in the oven. She put one in front of Rei and sat down opposite them.

"I hope you'll like it…"

"I don't doubt it for a moment."

Rei tasted and smiled. It was really excellent.

"How is it?"

"It's really good! You'll teach me how to cook, right? I can only make pasta…"

"I'll teach you how to make this someday, if you want."

"Tell me about your years at Nevermore, will you?"

Larissa nodded. Where to start?

"Well, I was a roommate with Morticia Frump, you might have heard of her, she won a lot of awards."

"Yes, of course."

"We got on very well, she and I. But we had some differences. I was always a bit in her shadow. And then I wanted to have Gomez, too… Anyway, my love affairs were complicated."

"tell me everything."

"Well, I… I came from a very strict family where being a lesbian was not an option. But I had developed feelings for a girl… And then Morticia did not leave me indifferent. So to convince myself that it wasn't that, I tried to get closer to Gomez… Spoiler alert, I didn't get him."

Rei drank some wine, thoughtfully.

"I'm glad you were able to find yourself. I must admit I was curious and I flipped through the photo albums from previous years. You're often seen with a girl, who is she?"

The blonde put down her fork. Her face darkened.

"Avareïda Hydrurga. She was my best friend at the time."

"Tell me about it."

"It's not a nice story."

"Why not? Does it end badly?"

"Because I'm the bad guy, and it doesn't even end."

Rei smiles a little at her.

"You know, it's been a long time. I can imagine that you've changed. You can tell me about it, I won't judge you. And if you don't want to, that's okay. We can change the subject."

"All I can tell you is that I'm very angry with myself because I was the worst asshole with her, whereas she was adorable with me until the end."

"You should forgive yourself."

"I can't forgive myself. I've been really horrible."

They sighed. Now she would have to be convinced.

"Well, listen. Do you agree with what you did back then?"

"Of course not."

"Would you do anything else if you could go back?"

"Yes !"

"Do you make sure that no one else does what you did?"

"Yes !"

They smiled at Larissa.

"Then you can forgive yourself. You have learned from your mistakes."

"But because of my mistake I…"

"Hey. You were young, it can happen to make mistakes. It was wrong, but I think you've punished yourself enough, don't you? Forgive yourself."

She looked down at her plate. They put a hand on hers.

"You are allowed to make mistakes. Accept that. You can't always be perfect. And you're allowed to move on. Don't ruin your life because of something you did thirty years ago. You can't go back. Deal with the consequences and rebuild."

"I wish I could contact her again… I just want to know she's okay."

Rei opened her mouth. Was this the right time? Maybe, but they were afraid to say it. It wasn't easy to say. "It's me, Larissa, I'm better and I forgive you." How would she take it? They were afraid. Afraid to admit that they'd been lying to her all along. How was she going to react? She was probably going to fire them, and ask them to leave her house. No, they wanted to enjoy the evening.

"She's fine, I'm sure. If you want, I can ask some of her former colleagues if they have her contact details. I told you, I'm sure we have connections."

"Would you do that?"

"Of course I would. Look, I'll send a message right away."

They took out their mobile phone and pretended to text someone.

"There you go, I'll tell you when he replies."

Larissa smiled a little. She was reassured. Rei found her adorable. Firstly because she was admitting her wrongs, and secondly because she wanted to make up for everything she had done wrong.

"Let's change the subject, shall we, Rei?"

"What do you want to talk about?"

"I'm curious… What was your last relationship?"

"I've had few relationships, you know? I travelled a lot for my research and also for myself, and I didn't want to get into long distance relationships."

"Tell me about your travels!"

"So where do I start? Chile? France? China? Italy? Russia? Angola? Antarctica ? England? Mongolia?"

___

Larissa sat down on her sofa and patted the seat next to her.

"Come and sit here."

Rei ignored what the woman said and sat on her lap, a defiant smile on their lips.

"I think it's much more comfortable here, if you ask me."

"Yes, but it's dangerous, staying here…"

"Is it? What could happen to me?"

They fluttered their eyelids innocently.

"I don't know, I might… I might want to kiss you," the woman said, kissing Rei gently.

"You might? And then what?"

"Maybe I'll want to kiss your neck…"

They tipped her head back to give her access to their neck.

"Then I might want to undress you…"

She unbuttoned the buttons of their shirt one by one, kissing the skin that was being revealed to her eyes as she went along.

"Do you want to devour me?"

"All of you…"

Rei laughed, the kisses on her breasts and belly tickling them. Larissa continued.

"You are beautiful when you laugh…"

"Stop talking nonsense and take off your dress…"

"Do it yourself."

Rei found the zip in the back of her lover's dress. She slid it gently to the floor, revealing red lace underwear to match her lipstick. They ran their fingers over Larissa's white skin, redrawing her collarbone and placing kisses on her shoulders. Then he kissed her, and put his arms around her neck to bring his hands down her back. They unhooked her bra. Larissa held him close, and he moaned softly. She rolled him over on the couch, demanding access to her mouth with her tongue. She moved her hand down to his stomach and undid the button on his trousers, running her fingers under the fabric.

"Larissa…"

(NOA: Okay. Forgive me for stopping there. But I tried to write it down, this smut, I can't do it. Everything seems wrong, and I've been stalling on this chapter for a couple of weeks. So I gave up).

When Rei opened her eyes the next morning, Larissa was no longer in bed. She was putting on her make-up, right next to her. They stretched and yawned.

"Good morning, Rai, did you sleep well?"

"Perfectly well, your bed is quite comfortable. We're not late, I hope…"

"Not at all, we still have a little time."

They got up and went to kiss the principal.

"You should get dressed, Rai, you're giving me ideas that are not compatible with our schedule."

Iel laughed.

"Can I use your shower?"

"Sure, go ahead, it's right next door."

Rei locked herself in the shower and washed herself.

Meanwhile, Larissa was in the kitchen preparing a breakfast of pastries she had just bought at the bakery up the street. After that night, and if the year was going to start, she wanted to have a slightly more… official relationship with Rei. Not that she wanted to shout it from the rooftops, but saying she was in a relationship would probably make her feel better. The first part of the year was not the most fun… When Rei came out of the shower, dressed, made up, coiffed, perfumed, she smiled at them.

"What do you prefer in the morning, tea or coffee?"

"Coffee, please."

"I also have some pastries for you, take what you like."

Rei smiled and reached for the paper bag. They took a croissant.

"By the way, Rai, I wanted to ask you?" Larissa said, her voice a little nervous.

Why be nervous to ask that, anyway, it wasn't like there was anything terrible at stake, was there?

"Yes ?"

"Before we start the year, I'd like to make it official, between us. Would you be my partner?"

Rei opened her mouth, but stopped themselves. They couldn't accept it when they were lying to her about their name. Either they had to tell her, or they had to refuse. But how could they tell her that?

"I… Larissa, I'm sorry. I- I don't know if I want our relationship to go that far. yet."

That was totally wrong. Of course they did. But right now, it was too complicated, this was too much to handle. Larissa felt her heart clench a little. Of course, they refused. She should have known it would happen like this.

"Oh, I… I understand. I'm sorry."

"Please don't take it as a final name. I think I need a little more time. Can you give me some?"

"Yes, of course."

They smile at her, to reassure her. But inside, they wondered what they could do in this situation…

[heyyitskeii]

Waiting for Us - Ver I.N

Hello! It has been a very long time since I’ve written anything, and my first time writing for this fandom. Hope you enjoy :)

English translation for song lyrics are in bold and are from here!

Waiting for Us - Ver I.N

I.N / Reader

Fluff, Angst, Friends to Lovers, Song Fic

Story under the cut:

“Busy” was the only word you or Jeongin could think of to summarize why it has taken so long for both of you to meet again. In the beginning it felt like fun and games, before it started to sink in that maybe it would be a long time before you would see him again.

Days turned into weeks, then weeks turned into months. The weather started to get colder and the sight of couples around you made you feel a bit lonelier than usual. It was weird to have that feeling, considering you and him were just friends.

Just friends, right? That became your mantra every time you felt your heart twist in a certain way.

Even though you hadn’t seen each other for a very long time, Jeongin never failed to message you at least twice a day - once to say good morning, and another to say good night. When his schedule would permit, he’d be able to respond back to you and sometimes would be able to have a short conversation with you.

The last conversation you had with him was both hilarious and heart wrenching - you both were reminiscing about your trainee days because he was filming in the area where you, him, and other trainees would frequently go after classes to unwind. Ironically, the area was only 20 minutes away from your apartment.

Y/N: Oppa, you’re so close but we can’t even see each other! When can we hang out again?

I.N: Let’s hang in there for just one more day.

That one day turned into months… again. You resorted to being happy seeing him on shows, his online content, and listening to his singing. The regret and bitterness of not making it during your trainee days began to sink in even more though, wondering if you wouldn’t be feeling like this if you had made it through and debuted with them.

There was a period when Jeongin had stopped messaging you, but you knew it was because his schedule was probably jam packed. It was close to the holidays and you still hadn’t heard anything from him, so you had messaged him a quick “happy holidays” but never received a response. The last thing you wanted was for him to feel obligated to message you back, so you just left the message as is, and stopped checking ever since.

Fast forward to the new year, and the weather was beginning to warm up. Jeongin did in fact message you several times, but you didn’t respond in fear of bothering him. If the news was anything to go by, you knew how busy he was getting, and his time must have been precious to him.

I.N: Y/N, where are you?

You saw your phone light up on the table when his message came through. You thought for a moment before deciding to finally reply to one of his messages.

Y/N: I’m at home, where I have always been.

The few minutes between your message and his felt like an eternity, but his response had you slightly confused:

I.N: At times, I was afraid. I didn’t think you’d ever come again.

Y/N: Oppa, you’ve been so busy, I didn’t want to bother you!

I.N: You can never bother me. Talking with you helps me to relax from our schedules.

His message made you smile, and a familiar warmth that you hadn’t felt in a while began to fill you again.

Y/N: This winter has felt a bit colder, but I’m glad it will be over soon.

I.N: I wonder if the cold days were difficult. Did you stay warm?

Y/N: As best as I could. It’s not the same, like when we used to share jackets and blankets.

I.N: Haha, I miss that. And you.

You had to read that again, but before you could say anything, Jeongin had messaged again.

I.N: Do you think I don’t know how you felt?

…Busted.

I.N: Knock knock.

His last message confused you, until you had heard physical knocking at your front door. You quickly walked over to open the door, and was surprised to see Jeongin standing in front of you.

It had been so long, and feelings you had tucked away began to surface again. You realized you had really fallen in love with him, never fell out of it, and you were just… waiting for this moment.

You both looked at each other for a moment, as if trying to register that this was really happening. Slowly but surely, his smile grew across his face as his eyes began to twinkle. He offered his hand to you, and it was as if you knew what he was asking. You silently took his hand and responded with a bright smile of your own.

So I’ll tightly hold your hands

No matter what moment comes

I won’t let you go

[shiningwonderland]

Ren Jinguji (Repeat)

Translator: Mimi (Twitter: _mimisaurora)

September — Countdown to the Moon's Surface

It seems Jinguji-san likes the song I wrote, and has been putting in serious effort to practice it lately.

Haruka: The way you sang it this time was seriously the coolest.

Ren: …I see. You like the way I did it this time…? Alright… then, let’s go at it again. I don’t want to forget this feeling….

Haruka: Got it!

Ren: You are really….

Haruka: ???

Ren: …Oh, it’s nothing. Anything else you’d like to share?

Haruka: Ah… Well….

Select the phrase!

About your breathing technique… (+20 love, +5 music)

Haruka: I think… that if you could find a way to better control your breath, it would help to add the subtle nuances to your singing that would improve how cool you sound….

Let’s see,  it should be good if you try to be mindful of your midsection. 

Ren: My midsection…? Like here?

Jinguji-san pokes my belly.

Haruka: Ah.

I let out a noise in surprise.

Ren: Hm? What’s wrong? Why did you make that noise?

Haruka: I-I’m ticklish.

Ren: Hmm. You’re quite sensitive. Then, what about over here…?

Jinguji-san runs his finger along the nape of my neck.

It sends a chill down my spine.

Haruka: Ah!!

T-That tickles.

Ren: This is fun. Let’s go in for a little more…

Jinguji-san’s eyes narrowed.

Haruka: P-Please stop! It tickles way too much!

Ren: When you put it that way, it only makes me want to do it more, you know?

He lets out a gleeful laugh.

Haruka: Ugh.

Ren: I’m joking. I only teased because you were so responsive. Are you really that ticklish?

Haruka: Yes…. It’s pretty bad. I was so ticklish when I was little that the hairdresser would complain that she couldn't trim my hair…

Ren: You are fascinating, lady. I never get tired of being with you. Truly charming.

Then one day.

Hyuga-sensei instructed the entire class to draw lots during homeroom.

Ryuya: Alright. Everyone’s drawn one.

Syo: Yeah, we drew, but what for? What is this lottery deciding?

Ryuya: Right, well….

Hyuga-sensei is about to explain when a loud bang was heard.

The school principal bursts through the floorboards into the classroom.

Saotome: I will answer! It’s been decided! S Class Only! Overcome the Saotome Academy Principal! A championship where the one who defeats him will debut immediately!

This is what the lottery is for! Dodonpa!

Silence.

Everybody in class fell quiet, clueless as to what he was talking about.

The silence was broken by—

Tokiya: …What a joke.

Ichinose-san mutters under his breath, rips up his ticket, and throws it away.

Saotome: Woah! What are you doing all of a sudden!!

Tokiya: Nothing, I don’t agree on making my debut like this.

I want to follow the proper order and achieve my debut by winning the graduation audition. I just wanted to make that clear.

The principal sulks a bit and lets out a groan at that.

Saotome: You’re very stubborn, Mr. Ichinose! Then you can sit on your hands and watch as your classmate debuts first!

Tokiya: Please, be my guest.

Saotome: Grr…. In any case, I am pleased to announce the results. Congratulations to the winners... Lottery number 5... Ren Jinguji.

Ren: That’s odd. I didn’t say anything. How did you know I had lottery ticket number 5?

Saotome: Hahaha. I am all knowing! Now, let us be off!

Ren: The fact you knew everything leads me to believe this was set up from the very beginning.... But, well, it would be silly to complain about every single thing you do….

Jinguji-san shrugs his shoulders, smiling softly.

Saotome: And YOU will be coming too~.

Select the phrase!

Alright, I’ll come with. (+20 love)

Ren: This is a mission straight from the boss. To be honest, I don't know what he's got up his sleeve. You're still willing to stick with me?

Haruka: Of course, we’re partners.

Ren: Well, then, I won't stop you anymore. The only thing I ask is that you leave as soon as you see it's dangerous. Okay?

Jinguji-san places his hand on my cheek and stares straight at me.

He must be worried about me. 

Ahhh. He's so kind! 

I'll do my best to not be a burden!

Haruka: Okay!

When we head for the back garden, we find Hijirikawa-sama already there for some reason.

This is kind of similar to what happened in June....

I have a bad feeling about this. I hope it's for nothing...

Masato: Tsukimiya-sensei instructed me to come here… but… for what?

Saotome: Hahaha. For this!

The principal suddenly grabs both Jinguji-san's and Hijirikawa-sama's arm before shackling their hand to a chain.

The length of the chains were about a meter, which means they didn't have to stick so closely to each other, but it’s still a little cramped.

Ren: What!! Boss, what is the meaning of this….

Masato: What is this prank?

The principal ignores their questions.

He then approaches me and picks me up.

Haruka: Huh? A-Ah! W-What are you…!

Ren: Wait, Boss, what are you doing with her!

Jinguji-san panics, rushing to reach out for me, but just short of making it, the chain pulls him back and away from me.

Then, the principal proceeds to strap me to a rocket marked with the phrase, "to the moon".

Haruka: Uh…

W-what should I do?

Select the phrase!

Ask Ren for help (+20 love)

Haruka: A-Ah, Jinguji-san. What… What’s going to happen to me…?

I'm not sure I could survive on the moon.

Ren: Nothing. I promise I will save you. I don't want to lose my partner over something like this. This is such a terrible thing for the Boss to do.

Haruka: T-Thank you. I’m so sorry…. for being so clumsy. I must give you a lot of trouble….

Ren: Forget about all that. This is not your fault. Besides, I’m also stuck. I’m in no position to talk about others.

Saotome: World peace is possible if you two work together. Love is the key to saving planet earth. Friendship leads to the eradication of war!

Ren: Hah…? What are you going on about? Y-You… You don't expect me to be friends with this guy, do you?

The principal's abrupt and mysterious remarks cause Jinguji-san's eyes to widen.

Masato: It is fair to say that if the Hijirikawa and Jinguji conglomerates were to partner together, the general idea is possible.

Haruka: But that it could achieve world peace…. Of course he’d say something like that. The ask is too big.

Saotome: By the way, the rocket will launch in 3 hours.

If you don’t want to lose your dearest and most precious partner, you have to do your very best! Since she’s so important to you!

Haruka: What!!

T-Three hours until launch….

If this continues, I will undoubtedly be assured a one-way ticket to heaven.

Oh, God! I still have things I need to do.

I want to live a little longer...

At the very least, let me survive until the graduation audition.

Hijirikawa-sama's face grows tense, and Jinguji-san glances at me.

Ren: So you're saying that at this rate, in three hours, we'll have to say goodbye to the lady for good.

He clenches his fists tightly and murmurs to himself with an expression uncharacteristically serious.

Saotome: The only ways to stop this rocket is to defeat me or to press those switches here and there at the same time.

The system operates on a fingerprint authentication system, so it will not respond if someone else presses the button. Be sure you both do it!

Ren: Both of those switches…. We can't just do it normally, regardless of how hard we try. Well, I’m at a loss.

The two switches the principal pointed out were each further than 2 meters away from the rocket I was strapped to.

It would be impossible for the two of them to press the switches at the same time while handcuffed together.

Haruka: U-Um….

Select the phrase!

I’ll be okay. (+10 love)

Ren: Okay…? Do you plan to go to the moon without any equipment and come back in one piece?

Masato: In your condition, you'll be dead before you even leave the stratosphere, let alone before you reach the moon.

Haruka: But I can't let something like this be a problem for the both of you.... I’m sure that I… that I can manage on my own….

I know I can’t manage it on my own.

I really want to be rescued.

But I couldn’t bring myself to say the words out loud.

I didn't have the confidence in myself to be able to ask for "help" in such a near-impossible situation.

Ren: If that’s true… then why are you trembling like that? You can act tough all you want, but your shaking and blue face give away how clearly frightened you are.

Hey, lady. You know there's no need to put up a front in a crisis like this.

Jinguji-san smiles faintly, a troubled look on his face. 

He then looks me in the eye, grins fearlessly, and points at me.

Ren: You are now like Andromeda, awaiting Perseus' aid. A hero never abandons the princess. Engrave this gallant figure into your memory.

J-Jinguji-san….

T-Thank you….

It was then that—

Jii: Young Master~~~!!! I’m finally here to save you~~!

The ground trembled. 

And with a cloud of dust in the air, Hijirikawa-sama’s butler, Jii-san, rushes to the scene looking frantic.

Jii: It looks like you’re in trouble.

Then, a little later, George-san arrives with graceful strides.

Masato: Jii…? Actually….

Hijirikawa-sama explains the situation in detail to the two of them.

Jii: I see, leaving the young girl aside, I cannot allow for the Jinguji child and you to remain bound together!

George: I could say the same thing. It’s a terrible pity that my young master has to be stuck to the Hijirikawa boy like this.

Jii: What was that!?

George: Shall I kill him?

Jii-san and George-san almost had their foreheads pressed against each other, glaring intently. 

Jii: Mmm. Behold the power of the Hijirikawa conglomerate!

George: Hmph. The Jinguji way is 100 times better. Allow me to show you….

Masato: Jii….

Ren: Hey, George…. Ha… There he goes….

They both manage to sigh at the same time.

Jii-san and George-san return a few minutes later.

Between the two of them, they carry shears, a drill and a saw.

George: When it comes to a good cut, this Jinguji-made tree pruner is the only way to go. There is nothing a high-performance diamond cutting blade can't handle.

Jii: Not so fast there! That’s for young boys! Men use drills!!

This Hijirikawa model super-electromagnetic drill is capable of shattering even rocks!

George: Absurd, these clippers are superior!

Jii: No, no, this drill is truly remarkable!

George: Clippers!

Jii: I said it's the drill!

George: Grrrrr.

Jii: Grrrr.

George: Clippers!

Jii: Drill!

George: Clippers!

Jii: Drill!

They both continue to glare at each other.

Ren: I don't care which one you prefer, but can you make it quick?

George: Alright then….

George takes the tree pruner to clip off the chains… but….

George: What! Dear goodness… this is…. Was it able to put a chip in it?

The chains did not chip the slightest bit, but it was rather the blade of the tree pruner that did! 

Jii: Hehehe. Fool! I knew we should have used the drill all along…. 

The destructive power of this product is 3 times stronger than our previous model, and that's not just for show! Now, let this baby whirl!

Jii-san turns the drill on and applies it to the chains.

However….

Jii: What is this! Is this drill really doing nothing! I can't believe the drill lost!

Both George-san and Jii-san fall to the ground on their knees in disappointment.

George: There is… There is still a way.

Jii: That’s right…. This still isn’t over.

The two continue to try various tools, like a universal saw, a chainsaw, a light saber, a legendary demon sword, and many others….

They use all kinds of blades, but nothing worked.

George: …! This can’t be. The Jinguji family's scientific technology shouldn't have been defeated….

Jii: Curses! There are no other options…. I’ve failed!

Ren: I guess this means we're gonna have to… take down the boss.

Jinguji-san sees the condition Jii-san and George-san are in and murmurs to himself, "Oh dear...."

Haruka: Fight the principal? You can’t do that.

Ren: It's the only way, right? We don't have time to pick and choose.

He licks his lips.

Masato: Are you out of your mind? Do you even have any ideas?

Ren: No, not at all. Then again, there are times when things just have to be done.

Saying this, Jinguji-san chuckles.

Masato: You… truly haven't changed a bit since you were a child. Even back then, you would charge ahead with no plan and get yourself into terrible trouble.

Haruka: Back then…? 

Masato: I remember once when we were kids, we both snuck out of a party hall and headed to a nearby beach.

The two of them? At a party hall….

Ah, that’s right, they were childhood friends.

If I’m remembering correctly….

Ren: Yeah, you’re talking about the one where we were swept out to sea in a boat. So what about it, I mean, we got out of it in the end.

They were swept out to sea in a boat!?

T-That must have been scary….

Masato: It wasn’t fine! I thought we were going to die.

Ren: But it was you who wanted to go see the ocean. Considering how close it was.

Masato: While that may be true… it was your idea to get on the boat.

It looks like things are taking a turn for the worse. The quarrel between the two of them starts to heat up a little bit.

Ren: We were already out of an otherwise dull venue. It would have been a waste if we didn’t at the very least enjoy our night. Was I so wrong to think that?

Masato: What I’m saying is that you should keep others out of your asinine plans.

Ren: It’s not like I meant to drag you along. I asked if you were coming, and you followed.

Jinguji-san smiles coldly.

Ren: Well, it was a miracle that we made it out of such a hopeless situation alive with no food, no water, and our boat washed away.

Masato: All it took was a fishing boat that happened to pass by. One wrong move and we really would have been dead.

Ren: And yet, we're still here. It's our destiny, don't you think? We are meant to be alive.

That continues to be true even now.  We can't lose in a game like this. Don't you agree?

His smile turns into a grin.

Masato:  Surely, we could just be done with this if we were to give up now. But if we don’t… I see.

Ren: Good, so, now this is where we go after the boss. And in order to do that, we’ll have to partner up. Think you can handle it?

Masato: Who do you think you’re talking to? I know all of your quirks. Don't worry.

They had been fighting just a moment ago, but now Hijirikawa-sama wears a smile brimming with confidence.

Could it be that the two of them share a mutual understanding somewhere in their hearts?

I had a feeling this was the case.

It would make sense.

They may not be close now, but they were childhood friends.

I'm sure their hearts are still connected. 

It's a nice thought, isn't it?

Ren: OK! I still can’t stand you, but let’s set that aside for now! My only enemy right now is the boss.

Jinguji-san goes to strike the principle.

However…

Woosh.

The president easily dodges his fist with a light step.

Ren: I see…. If power alone won’t win us the fight… then….

Jinguji-san uses his link to Hijirikawa-sama to his advantage, making clever use of the chains on the handcuffs to drive the principal into a corner.

Masato: Oho, so that’s how it is. Well then….

Without Jinguji-san needing to say anything, Hijirikawa-sama reads his next moves, and relocates himself into the best position.

Likewise, Jinguji-san observes Hijirikawa-sama's actions and steps accordingly.

The two of them were in perfect sync, approaching the principal with such quick footwork that it’s hard to believe they were bound together by handcuffs.

At times, Jinguji-san and Hijirikawa-sama both simultaneously threw their fists.

A coordinated double kick has the principal at their mercy.

Saotome: Heh. Not bad, not bad. However… it won’t work!

They made good use of the rigid parts of the handcuffs and chains, and had their opponent been a normal person, they surely would have had an overwhelming victory.

It was easy to think so, their teamwork is brilliant.

But none of them managed to deliver a fatal blow to the principal.

Saotome: Hahaha. We’re not done yet!

The principal remains almost completely unharmed.

In comparison, Jinguji-san and Hijirikawa-sama were both breathing hard, and at times received blows from the president himself.

Saotome: Take thissssss. Shining Kick!

A kick….

Saotome: Come on!! Saotome Punch!

Ren: Agh….

They were already wrecked after taking the principal's fist.

Masato: Guh… He’s on a completely different level. He is beyond the capabilities of mankind. No human could stand against him….

Ren: No kidding. I don’t need you… to tell me that. But…

A glance.

I feel as… Jinguji-san looks at my face for a second.

Ren: Every man has to face whatever challenge he's presented with head-on, regardless of how difficult it may be. Don't you agree? For me, that time is now.

Saotome: Five minutes left until launch!

Haruka: F-Five minutes left….

Where did the time go? The moon….

I looked up at the sky and gulped.

The rocket will ignite and fly rapidly through the air. 

I'm sure when that happens, the force of gravity will knock me out....

But if I remain conscious.... The air will gradually become thinner and thinner. When subjected to the piercing cold of the sky above, a vacuum will eventually form, and my blood will boil....

Just imagining it is terrifying!

Ren: Lady….

Jinguji-san bit his lip and let out a deep breath.

Ren: ….Is this… the end? Hijirikawa! Cut off my arm!

Masato: What!?

Haruka: Huh!?

Saotome: Ha!? You’re own arm…?

Jinguji-san, why would you take it this far?

Ren: If I cut off my arm, the handcuffs are useless. We’ll be able to flip the switches at the same time. Am I wrong?

Masato: And you will be one arm short as a result…. Don’t be so ridiculous. 

Ren: You’re right. But if this is the only way to do it, then so be it.

He talks about it like it’s the easiest thing in the world.

Haruka: Y-You absolutely mustn't! 

Ren: This is something I want to do. Let me go through with it. Besides, isn’t it a price worth paying if I can save your life with just one arm?

Masato: But you'll be cutting off your arm because you have no other choice….

Ren: If you can't cut it for me, then I'll do it myself….

Masato: No, why don't you just cut off my arm instead of yours? Aren't you the one who's always concerned about the way you look?

Ren: Wouldn't it be a problem if you couldn't play the piano anymore? And isn't it the job of the upperclassmen to play it cool at a time like this?

Jinguji-san picks up a fallen machete off the ground and swings it down on his arm.

Haruka: D-DON’T!!!!

Saotome: Stop!

The principal stops the machete with a single finger.

Haruka: Huh? Principal? 

The principal tosses the machete away with his fingers and stands in front of Jinguji-san and Hijirikawa-sama, his eyes going wide.

Saotome: That is love!

Ren: Huh?

Masato: It’s… love?

Both of their eyes go wide too.

Saotome: I found world peace at the sight of you both. Thank you…. I have lost.

Through this crisis, the three of you have finally developed bonds with each other! A truly precious treasure!

Happy friends, happy life! AND fighting is a no-no!

I could feel your love, therefore, I will stop the timer.

With that, the principal removes the handcuffs, turns off the rocket's launch switch, and walks away.

Ren: Hey, now. How could you make this such a big deal to begin with, and then end it like that? That was awfully simple….

… Geez. It makes no sense whatsoever. He's still an indecipherable gentleman, but I suspect this was his own way to put an end to our fight. Well, who knows?

I guess he may have seen through our convoluted rivalry and wanted to mess with us. Or, he could have just been trying to be funny.

Whatever the case, one thing is clear. We are God's favorites. 

Haruka: God…?

Ren: Yeah. The winds of miracles will blow before those who never give up. 

Staring straight ahead, Jinguji-san asserts in a bold tone.

Ren: Even if you don't qualify to get through the door, you can always pry it open.

Masato: Door? That reminds me, you once said something like that before... I believe it was during a conference between the two conglomerates.

Conference?

I do recall Jinguji-san talking about that a while ago….

He hadn’t been allowed inside, but Hijirikawa-sama was present.

I remember how Jinguji-san was so upset by this that he began to make an enemy out of Hijirikawa-sama.

Masato: Indeed, only heirs were allowed to enter that room, but… it's not a place you should be envious of.

Ren: Whatever the case may be. It doesn't matter to me now. It's just like you told me back then.

Masato: I agree. Now there is no disparity in our standings. We should put our best foot forward for the graduation audition despite our differences in musicality.

Ren: Heh. I’m sure I'll be one of the victors.

Jinguji-san flashes Hijirikawa-sama a grin, who looks a bit annoyed.

Masato: I'm not one to enjoy conflict, but... this is different. I swear, my music will prevail over yours.

Ren: What a joke. Of course I will win. There wouldn’t have been any meaning in me putting my body on the line otherwise. Right, Lady?

Haruka: Huh?

He suddenly looks at me, and for a moment I had no idea what he was talking about.

Ren: Are you playing around? You're writing my song, aren't you?

Haruka: I-I am!

C-Could it be that he'll put in more effort from now on?

I’d be overjoyed if that is the case.

Even if it’s to beat out Hijirikawa-sama, if it gets him to face the music, then….

I will give my all to write him a song!

One that is suitable and attractive.

Ren: I risked my life to save you. Of course, you’ll make me the best music.

Select the phrase!

I will definitely make this the best song. (+10 love, +10 music)

Ren: Great. Then… let's get you started on writing it right now. A song worthy of even a God.

Haruka: Of course! I’ll do my best!

Ren: Ok, Lady. That’s what I like to hear.

Jinguji-san reaches out his arms to untie me from the rope holding me to the rocket, lowering me down.

Haruka: I-I’m free….

The moment my feet hit the ground…

That’s when it hits me that I have been rescued.

Haruka: Ah…

I was strapped on for so long that I couldn’t stand very well, and I stumble.

Ren: I see your legs are still shaking. That must have been scary. You did a great job.

I couldn't keep myself upright, so Jinguji-san held me tight and patted me on the back.

Haruka: Ah… I’m sorry. Um… I… was scared….

Ren: It’s alright. I'll hold you like this until you are comfortable. There's no need to try to stand up right away.

Haruka: Thank you.

I cling to Jinguji-san as I cry.

He continues to embrace me tenderly in his arms until I stop crying.

He risked his life to save me.

So, I too will do my best at the risk of my own life. For his sake, I will….

No matter what the cost, I will do it.

Mini Game

Ryuya: All right, let's get started. How is it, getting used to your private lessons?

Well, this is the final one for this assignment. It sounds like you're getting a better understanding of the song as you play it.

Your arrangements are also improving. Keep up the good work when you write your own compositions!

This will be a comprehensive test using the assigned song. I want you to use all the instincts you've developed up to this point, and play it nice and calm.

Heh. Are you ready? 3, 2, 1, start!

S RANK

Ren: It sounds like you're getting used to it. There is a sense of stability. I suppose it's the result of hard work. I hope you keep it up.

Haruka: Of course. I will. 

I want to debut together with you, so let's strive to do even better.

Chapter End

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Part XVII

She had read every book there was, heard every song, read every poem.

She searched the library, the archives and the archives that they pretended weren’t there.

Still, there was no certainty.

Everyone spoke of the letter Aegon had received a year after Meraxes fell, and how it had shocked him to his core, how he had isolated himself, then talked to Visenya, and then stopped his attack on Dorne.

Why, no one knew but them. Not without the letter and she couldn’t find the damn thing. Only rumours and whispers.

But she kept reading, kept searching, no matter how late the hour grew, or how early, how much her eye burned, or how much her temple throbbed.

Not even the nausea spreading inside her could stop her from finding out if there was any validity to her nightmare of Rhaenys.

So she used every spare minute in her pursuit. Never having been a student of history, it didn’t come easy to her - all these names and dates.

She knew the cornerstones of her history, as everyone else did, but too much was a mystery to her or something she had once known and twice forgotten.

The door creaked like an old crone and she looked up to see Baela enter.

As always, she was the image of a warrior queen.

Both her stepsisters had been graced with the locks of Old Valyria to crown them, contrasting their dark eyes.

They were greater beauties than she could have ever been, even with all parts in tact, and unique in their loveliness. The singers would one day sing of them, she was sure, of their dark eyes and full lips, of their moonshine hair, their grace, elegance and courage.

While her song would be a cautionary tale.

“So you are really doing it then?”, Baela asked, as surveyed the content of her chest. Most dresses there were new.

“Even here?”

She gave a single nod.

If she could be seen, people could talk of seeing her, and if they talked, they needed to corroborate her tale.

“So what of your old dresses?”, Baela asked.

“I don’t know. I have no little sister to wear them and both you and Rhaena are too tall for them. You could add some fabric at the bottom if you wish to have them.”

They would likely either be kept or worked into new garments for her siblings anyhow.

Baela bit her lip as her dark eyes caught a glimmer.

“Would you give some to me if I said I’d wish to have them even if I was not the one to wear them?”

She raised her brow.

”For what would you need them then?”, she wanted to know.

Baela smiled softly as she ran her hands over a summer dress of turquoise silk.

“There is someone I’d like to see wear them.”, she mused. “Someone who’d look pretty in them.”

She huffed and closed her book of histories.

“And does that someone have a name?”, she wanted to know, leaning over.

“She does, though none you would know.”, Baela replied curtly.

That was the opposite of a satisfactory answer, she thought.

“Besides, I intend to make her my official companion soon so she will need appropriate clothes.”

“What? Official companion - bring her here you mean?”, she asked sharply. “Does Jace know of this?”

Baela’s preference was well known, and not a problem really. Neither she nor anyone had ever minded, but it was a bit different now, with her being betrothed to Jace. He should at least have a say.

“He doesn’t mind.”, Baela assured her.

When she didn’t respond, she slammed the chest shut and rushed to her side.

“Why are you allowed to have your paramour but want to deny me the same?”

“I don’t want to deny you anything!”, she snapped sharply. “And he is not my paramour.”

Baela smirked, that smirk that seemed to be taken right from Daemon’s lips.

It made her cheeks burn.

“Not in that way.”, she mumbled. “We haven’t fully…why does it matter?”

“It doesn’t.”, Baela insisted, unable to hide the amusement at her prudish reaction. “Most women agree that the other ways are preferable to penetration, but even if you did, who cares? Do you?”

Yes - would have been the proper answer. Not anymore was the true one.

In the eyes of the world, her virtue was lost anyhow.

If she were to ever get married, she’d have to get rid of her maidenhead, or her story would fall. Why not give it to Alyn? But then again, it wasn’t really something to give. Just a few droplets of blood, that this world seemed to value beyond all else.

“I just…be careful.”, she warned with a sigh.

The sweet sound of laughter spilled from Baela’s lips like a fresh mountain spring.

“No one pays a second thought to a female companion.”, she argued brightly. “Besides, it’s not like I can fall pregnant, which is more than you can say.”

“Don’t speak it into existence.”, she mumbled. Not when half the realm still held it’s breath for possible evidence of Aemond’s ‘crime’.

Although, if she did have a child who looked like Alyn, any claim of bastardy would be removed. The traits would merely have skipped a generation.

That was something to think on, and maybe approach her mother about.

“Go on,”, she finally said with a sigh. “Take what you wish for your…companion.”

She didn’t want to say bedmate and they were more than friends.

“You’ll like her.”, Baela assured her as she rummaged through her clothes.

I’d like her more if she was just your friend, she thought, and I’d hate her if she was a man.

But it was Jace Baela had to make her peace with not her, and as long as he was alright with it, she would be too.

They had come to an arrangement. Once married, they would have two children at least and be the best of parents and the best of friends.

Marriages, and reigns, had been built on a lot less. She only hoped they would both find their happiness.

“I suppose you will want to keep your nightgowns and riding clothes?”, she asked.

“Well yes.”

“Can I take these trousers though?”, she asked, picking up a brown leather pair. “I want to take her flying with me.”

“Fine.”, she grumbled, as Baela beamed from ear to ear.

Before taking her leave, she kissed her on the cheek.

In the door, she turned once more.

“Nettles.”, she said.

“What?”

“Her name - it's Nettles.”

~

She shook like a leaf as she climbed up the narrow library ladder.

There wasn’t much that could go wrong, but these days even things that couldn’t have a tendency of doing did just that.

And not only was the book she was reaching for heavy, but her head had also been spinning already, making letters blur as the sentences increasingly seemed like twisted webs that took ever more strength to untangle.

This book, her next attempt, was a list of poems written by Aegon himself, never to be shared.

That was a stupid idea - why write it down if you don’t want it to be read?

It was an open secret that Visenya had been the mastermind behind the war, the general and the commander.

Aegon had been a good king, but in truth it had been Visenya who had been the conqueror.

And Rhaenys had been…a delight. Singing and dancing, flying more than her siblings, making everyone around her happy, especially Aegon and even Visenya.

They said after her death, Aegon’s joy had died, but what of Visenyas? They said she had never smiled in the first place, not genuinely at least, but there were many accounts of Rhaenys making her laugh.

My brother and sister will come for me.

A shudder ran down her spine as she heard her words once more.

“Do you need a hand with that?”, she heard her stepfather ask.

She had to arch her head to the point of pain to get him into her limited field of vision.

He was leaning against another shelf casually, dressed in his white undershirt and trousers.

“If you don’t mind.”; she mumbled, her hands clutching the ladder as she climbed down, thankful to not have to attempt it any longer.

It was nothing to him, and so he retrieved it with ease, carrying the book to the reading table.

“Poetry, hm?”, he asked as he put it down. “What a coincidence.”

“Is it?”, she asked, looking up at him.

He had a smirk on his face, but it wasn’t the teasing, amused kind she knew, but a more menacing sort that turned his handsome face into a mask.

“Oh yes. See, a lot of people are writing poems about you…or songs.”

She lowered her eyes as her throat tightened.

It was what they had wanted, she reminded herself, what was best for her mother’s campaign.

“Some are quite vulgar, some are truly tragic, but boring.”

He said it with great enjoyment, but she couldn’t pretend to share it.

“There is one I like in particular. It is called A Dragon and Four Does.”, Daemon mused.

“Who is the dragon?”, she asked, “Me or Aemond?”

Daemon only smirked, clearly pleased with the content of this song.

“In the song you have a dragon who is halfmad with lust for blood so he sets out. He finds a stag in a forest and the stag, being afraid of being eaten himself, hands him a doe. He devours it and is still not satiated. The flesh is too tough. So the stag brings him the second doe and he devours it, but the flesh is too fat, so the stag hands over the third doe, but the flesh is too sour, so he hands over the fourth but she was too dumb to run and did not give the dragon a good chase so he was still not satisfied. They are not of his taste - too common.”

His eyes met hers the devious delight made her stomach turn.

He was enjoying this, even though it made her squirm in her seat. Perhaps he had even composed it, which would make it even worse.

“That was the first part of the song. Would you like to hear the second?”, he asked.

“I’d prefer not to.”, she forced out through clenched teeth.

“Why not? I think it has the perfect balance of cruelty, depravity and vulgarity.”

Of course he would.

“You do realise that these songs are about me?”, she hissed.

With that it was as if something inside the man changed, as his eyes hardened and his smile faded.

“The same way you do - the way you did when you made your choice.”, he snarled. “Don’t feign innocence now.”

Her jaw tightened as she took a deep breath and glanced at the books.

“Four does?”, she finally asked. “The four storms?”

Daemon hummed, that smirk returning.

“The Baratheon girls had no part in it.”, she said, “They don’t deserve to be shamed.”

And unlike her, they hadn’t made the choice to.

Daemon’s hand found her jaw and forced her to look at him. The sharp movement sent a bolt of pain through her temple and even made the white flash appear from her eyes once more.

“Lord Baratheon will pay.”, he hissed, never blinking, “No one disrespects the House of the Dragon without retribution. Making him a mockery is only the beginning. He will rue the day he ever thought to stand against House Targaryen.”

In that moment her stepfather caused her blood to freeze in terror but just as the fear set in, his gaze softened once more.

“Don’t look at me like that.”, he insisted, smoothing down her hair.

“Like what?”

“Like you don’t agree with my words.”

He said it as casually as if he was talking about the weather.

“I don’t.”, she insisted, making him chuckle as if she was a small child caught in a foolish lie.

“I shall leave you to your poetry then.”, Daemon mused. “Although if you were looking for love poems, this may not be the right volume.”

Alyn again.

Why was everyone bothering her about him? First mother, then Baela and now Daemon. It made her head ache more than the books did.

“If you have something to say, say it.”, she sighed.

“Don’t fret.”, he said sharply, pulling forth his dagger and twirling it between his fingers, his eyes no longer focussed on her.

“I don’t care what you do or rather whom.”

The crassness came easy to his lips.

“As long as you remember to drink your moontea. Or don’t.”

His eyes were studying her every reaction and when he saw none, he laughed.

“Rhaenyra may be a queen but she is also a woman, blinded by her motherly disposition.”

“Don’t say that about my mother!”, she snapped, slamming her hands down on the table as rage bubbled up inside her.

“Tis the truth!”, Daemon hissed, his hand around the dagger stilling. “She sees you as an invalid and is plagued by guilt over your fate every night and it blinds her to the truth of you.”

He shook his head as his eyes locked in on her scar.

“You are not an invalid and you are not weak. You are more ruthless than all your brothers put together. None of them would have taken out their eye without hesitation.”

“They would have been brave if they had been in my place.”, she argued.

“There is a difference between bravery and ruthlessness.”, Daemon said. “Tis far easier for a man to be brave than ruthless."

He came so close until she could smell the scent of his bath oils.

His hand was soft as he removed her eyepatch to gaze upon the empty socket.

It would have made her feel less naked if he had stripped her naked.

"A brave man would have fought Aemond.”

As he spoke there was a hint of admiration in his voice and it sickened her as his thumb brushed against her now useless eyelid.

“But to turn the blade onto yourself, to accept the shame and mockery only to bring down another and even encourage it. To have a Velaryon bastard father a child on you just to prove the rumours wrong.”

The thought brought a smile to his lips, but it only made her stomach turn. She did not wish to be ruthless. It seemed far too close to cruel for her liking.

“You may act weak, and Rhaenyra, your brothers and the world may believe it. You may deny it even to yourself”, Daemon said, twisting his dagger until he held the blade between his fingers, tapping the hilt to the tip of her nose.

“But I see you for what you are.”

~

As soon as Aemond heard the brush of those long, thick skirts of hers on the stone, he breathed a sigh of relief.

He had been listening for a good hour now, hearing the maester shuffling back and forth, the leather shoes of the serving girls, the boots of the guards - but not her.

And he had been waiting for her.

When she finally entered, the first things he noticed was the circles under her eyes and the slight puffiness that accompanied them.

Her steps were slower and smaller too, even with her foot and she was paler than Aemond had seen her in a long time.

Nightmares, he thought, about the loss of her eye.

He wondered if she dreamt about him too, about the way he had threatened her, the way his hand had closed around her painfully.

He had wanted to scare her and he had hurt her and now he could very well be the cause of her nightmares.

The thought made his throat close up until he had to clear it forcefully, but even then he did not dare wish her a good morrow.

She muttered a thank you as she slumped down in her chair, and Aemond thought he had seen a flash of pain on her face.

Why he did not know, as sitting would take the weight off of her healing foot.

As he sat down too, he saw her hands tremble as they clutched the edge of the table.

He followed them, as one found its place on her stomach as she swallowed hard, unable to hide the frown between her brow.

“Are you alright?”, he asked, listening to her sharp and flat intakes of breath.

“Fine.”, she said through clenched teeth, blinking rapidly as her eye watered, revealing her true answer.

Aemond looked at the guard, who seemed as helpless as he was. Neither one of them could force the truth from her, even if it was plain as day.

For a moment, all he did was watch her with her tightened jaw, her shaking hands, and her flat breaths, with her eye forced shut.

Whatever was going on, she was hanging by a thread.

“Would you like some water?”, Aemond asked, glancing from her trembling self, with her eye now forced shut to the pitcher.

She took a deep breath as her hand clenched into a fist.

“Pouring, right.”, she said, misinterpreting what he had said as an instruction for her to practise.

Before Aemond could correct her error, she rose from her chair, gasped and sank down again, further from where she had risen.

She would have missed her chair by quite a bit if Aemond hadn’t grabbed her with his good arm, rising from his own chair to settle her in hers.

Both of her hands had shot up to cover her face, at least the side of her face, as she lowered her head as if she wanted to curl up inside herself.

“What’s going on?”, the guard demanded to know.

“Get the Maester.”, Aemond insisted.

“No, no, I’m fine!”, she tried to argue even if the final word ended in a whine as she winced once more, a shuddering breath tearing through her as she trembled violently.

“You are not fine.”, he argued, the calmness in his voice cutting through trying to pry her hands away from the side of her face. “Look at me!”

She didn’t, at least not at first and not until Aemond had pulled her fingers away.

“Let me see,”, he said, even though he had a hinting suspicion that there would be nothing to see. She had clutched only one side of her head after all.

“Look at me.”

She tried, and paid the price, another wave of pain hitting her at the mere movement.

It was the confirmation Aemond needed.

“Get the Maester.”, he told the guard once more before looking to Ser Erryk, “And you, get me that water pitcher and the cloth.”

Ser Erryk moved to obey, then hesitated.

He was no longer Aemond’s to command, but the look he gave the turncloak King’s Guard, made him move once more.

After tossing the cloth on the table, Aemond poured the water over it, not caring where it splashed as long as it soaked the fabric.

“Let go of your face - let me!”

She didn’t even seem to hear him so he had to pry and swat her hands away once more to place it over that side of her face, holding it in place with his own hand.

“Here you go!”, he told her as he held her head in place with the other hand, smoothing down her hair the way he had seen her done with her siblings a dozen times by now, still standing over her.

“What’s happening?”, she asked, her voice frantic with fear more than pain.

“Tis a headache - it will pass.”, Aemond told her.

“No it’s not!”, she argued. “Why does it only hurt on one side? And when I move…it doesn’t make sense!”

He could hear the tears of pain in her voice and pressed the cold cloth to her temple tighter, covering her remaining eye against the light.

Since his one shoulder was still ailing, he pressed her head against his chest to stop her from thrashing and to keep her head truly still, the only thing that wouldn’t worsen her pain at his stage.

This particular ailment was one he had hoped she may have been spared, but it seems he had hoped for naught.

Her hands, which had previously clutched her face had found the edge of his tunic, burying themselves in the fabric until her knuckles turned pale.

“Am I going blind?”, she asked.

“No you’re not-”

“What’s happening?”, Jace’s voice demanded to know, cracking like a whip.

He had run, Aemond saw, his cheeks turned red and his hair slightly ruffled.

Without much care, he pushed Ser Erryk aside and crouched down in front of her, saying her name over and over to gain her attention.

“What’s happened, talk to me!”, he demanded, glaring up at Aemond.

“She has a headache.”

“No, no it’s not a headache!”, she argued at once, flinching against his hold, but he kept it.

“I’m going blind - Jace, earlier there were flashes of white- oh Gods, I’m going blind.”

“What?”, her brother gasped, going as pale as the white sands of Dragonstone.

He grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her up, making yet another bolt of pain shoot through her.

She cried out, stumbled and crashed into Aemond, her elbow hitting his still-healing rib.

As a grunt of pain passed his lips, he kept her eye covered by the cold cloth as he held her securely against him with that one hand, feeling her body quake from pain.

“Movement hurts her - especially rapid ones.”, he told Jace, who stared at him with an open mouth and wide eyes.

“How would you know?”, he demanded to know. “What did you do?”

Of course, it would be Aemond’s fault, as everything else was. It was only more fuel as he stared Jace down.

“Take a wild guess why I know.”, he hissed without blinking. Their stupidity was baffling and yet kept surprising him every day.

Jace stared at him, then the whimpering mess that was his sister and back at him again, with a look as if he was ready to punch him, but any attempt was interrupted by the Maester finally arriving.

“What ails you, Princess?”, he wanted to know, chain clinking to accompany his haste.

“She has strained her eye too much.”, Aemond said, speaking for her, after all, he knew her ailment better than she did. It was an old foe of his while it was only a freshly discovered terror for her.

“It caused her a headache and made her stomach turn. Every movement causes her more pain, as does light and sound.”

For a few heartbeats there was silence, as the Maester comprehended his words, Jace asked a dozen silent questions and his twin was struck with confusion.

“Isn’t that right?”, Aemond asked, shifting his hand slightly.

“Y-yes.”, she whimpered.

Aemond gave a single nod.

“She needs rest, and darkness, no sound, beyond the necessary and cold damp cloths covering her eye and forehead.”

The Maester contemplated for a moment more, then he nodded.

“We should get her to her bed as fast as we can.”, Jace suggested, waving the guards closer.

“No.”, Aemond argued, “as steady as we can. And we have to keep her head as still as possible.”

“Fine.”, his nephew hissed, taking his sister’s arm and wrapping an arm around her waist.

Aemond kept a hold on her head, with the cloth still securely shielding her eye.

They moved slowly, step by step as she whimpered with each one of them.

He had not known where her bedroom had been, but it seemed like an eternity from the Maester’s quarters to him.

It was a pleasant room, brighter than his, with a balcony, which would be a problem.

There was a large bed, a dressing table, a few chairs and a large chest for clothes and round table covered in books, scrolls and scribbles.

They sat her down on the edge of her bed and Jace immediately pushed him away, taking her head in his hands as he whispered false assurances.

The boy did not even know what he was speaking of, Aemond thought bitterly.

But instead of trying to fight him on it, he moved to the balcony, closing the doors and pulling the curtains to the best of his ability, turning the light room to a cooler darkness that would be easier on her.

In the meantime, Jace had unlaced her dress, even if he hadn’t pulled it down and had moved her to lie back on the pillows.

The shift had made her whimper once more.

“Aemond?”, she asked softly, her hand stretching out into where she suspected he could be.

He froze, unsure if what he had heard was imagined or not, at least until she said his name again.

Her voice was faint but no less frantic.

“Aemond, am I really not going blind? Do you truly know?”

His steps felt like they carried three tons more weight than usual as he felt Jace’s gaze on him while approaching the bed.

The cloth, the one he had given her to ease her pain was still in place, held there now by her brother’s hand.

Her own one was searching in the darkness, stretched in the vague direction of him.

“Do you swear it? Because the white dots and the sharp pains - and it feels like I am.”

She hiccuped through a sob, a pathetic childish sound born of agony and terror.

He reached down and took that searching hand, feeling how cold it was to the touch, how shaky it was.

While there was nothing anyone could really do to ease her pain, he could at least attempt to soothe her fear.

“I do.”, Aemond told her calmy, letting his thumb run over her knuckles.

But it wasn’t his to hold, even in her pain, and so he placed it on her stomach as gently as he could, not missing how quickly Jace’s other hand shot out to cover hers, even brushing against his own as he pulled away.

“It will pass.”, he assured her, feeling a strange tightness deep within his chest. “I swear it."

~

Part XVIII

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