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My little mischievous partner ~ part 4
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To say Elain was not tense, the moment these words left Azriels sinful mouth, would have been a lie. 
Everything in her screamed at her to just sit and wait. Wait for another compliment that would come free, from all the hidden words within the spymaster. 
Sitting there, like a little fawn spotted by the hunter, she did not dare to move a muscle, her breath cought in her lungs as she looked into his eyes. 
His oh so beautiful eyes that most often spoke for him. 
No words necessary.
But somehow she wished he would have spoken out every naughty thought that ran through his mind as he watched her - with burning hazel eyes. 
A desire readable she could have bet, would make her blush up to the tip of her pointed ears. 
A slight blush already high on her cheeks. “What?” was all she whispered as she kept her gaze fixed on her friend, who had somehow ,within this fateful evening, become more than that. 
Azriel only kept silent, as color raised on his tan cheeks too. He was not used to this - that she could tell. 
It was rare for him to give her compliments about her looks. Every word that somehow said something about her apperance seemed like it had to wrestle free from deep within him.
A complimet about her cooking or her gardening a normal thing. He said it almost as often as he breathed. 
But there laid no word, about her garden or her cooking, on his tongue, no the swirl of words that left his mouth, came from deep within him. Every word sounding like a pure sin, as it escaped, his husky voice, like spilling water:  
“I love your eyes as much as I love the night sky, there is always a hopeful shimmer inside them - like the stars itself, when you infect others with your happiness. I love how your voice leaves a taste, as sweet as honey, on my tongue when I listen to you. I love how the feeling of your skin made mine flame up with desire.”
His breath hitched, before those sinful final words left his mouth, “I just love what you do to me and yet here I am, afraid that you might hate what I do to you.” 
His words were only a mere whisper, but it was enough for Elain soar up high.  Only a few words of him triggering a reaction from her. A reaction as fierce as a storm, as she shoot up to her feet- a determind look burning in her oh so soft eyes, as she turned off the silver water-tap. 
The streaming sound of running water, silenced- the moment she turned it down. She felt Azriels surprised look on her. His hazel eyes burning as he watched her every movement - his own going completly stiff, but all she heared from him, was a silent intake of sharp air. 
She felt his hot gaze - wandering upside down her body, as she ripped those grey clothes off of her. 
Pulling the grey harems pants down, with a scowl on her face, while she fumbled to get the, form fitting grey top with the puffy chiffon sleves, off. In the progress she managed to ripp those anoying sleves down. 
The sound of tearing seams, filling the silent air, as she was already bussy fumbling with the last pieces of clothing, that hid the most luscious parts of her delicate body. 
And before she could even manage to turn and have second doubts, she uncovered herself. 
Standing, only for a brief moment, in all her nude glory infront of the Shadowsinger - who seemed surprised at her bold behaviour. But the surprise fleed from his gaze as soon as it came, a burning fire within him, taking a hungered place in his eyes, as molten ember threatened to burn her with just a look. 
Those burning eyes, that used every second of that brief moment, wandering her entire body up and down.    
Taking in, with a lick of his lips, her sun kissed skin on her arms and shoulders, her slightly curved hips, the rosy sight of her peaked nippls on the soft mounds of her breasts. The color of them alone, as lovely as any rose that bloomed in her garden.
It took all of his restain to not jump out of the water and claim these mounds then and there, but she was faster. 
While Azriel was bussy, keeping every muscle of his body strained, to not pounce at her any moment - she jumped into the water. 
The impact of her body on his, took his breath away - along with some of the hot water around them. A spilling fountain as she had him underneith her.
Oh and how his breath hitched as he was eye to eye, with this flower growing godess. A fire burning in her doe eyes as she peered down on him, her delicate arms braced at either side of his face, on the tube. 
It was pure instinct.
His body reacted on its own as he settled her hips between his legs, a deep rumbling growel escaping both of their lunges as their skin met, their burning eyes never leaving the face of the other.
The burning feeling, of each others naked skin on theirs, making them, both, tremble from desire -igniting an stomach churning fire, deep within them.
A heaven and hell all the same - though they could end hell soon. Let the fire die down, or soar to life, as they would unite. It would only be a push - for each of them, but neither dared to move. 
Stiff as two gods crafted statues, did they lie there in the warm water. Both, completly unable to breath as they, looked at each other. Only the bobing of Elains adams apple, pulled the two out of their trance. 
Air suddenly finding its way back into Azriels lunges as he inhaled sharply, his broad chest rising to meet with hers. 
The silence shazzering around them into a million pieces, as Elains soft voice echoed through the dark room. 
With those sinful soft lips of hers on his, did she not only shatter the silence, but also his slfretrain, as she repeated the words he spoke to her only seconds ago. “I love what you do to me.” 
The oh so mighty shadowsinger, was complete molten wax between her delicate hands, as they reached in the water for his own - dragging them up to her chest.
Where her steady heartbeat thumped under that silky mound of hers. The temptation, to lean in and taste this forbidden fruit of hers, strong - but he knew why Elain had taken his caloused hand.
Knew why she showed him the stark contrast of their skins - his red burned flesh against her pale skin. His rough hand laid across a place of her body where no sunshine touched her. He was the first to touch, the rosy, white spot of skin. 
She showed him, with a ragged breath and molten brown eyes - how much she loved him. He felt it - every fiber of his being thumping with the same rhythm as her heartbeat. 
She loved him. And he - he loved her. 
All her sweet laughs in the garden, the clouds of her skirts - that trailed behind her- as she chased through her garden. 
He would never get tired of her sweet, adorable smile when she kneaded the dough of a bread - flour smeared all over her pale face , while her lips curved into a bright smile, both her hands captured in a bowel infront of her.
She would wave at him, often, when she saw him standing in the threshold to the kitchen - forgeting about her in dough covered hands. 
More than once had a dough already met its end like that. Flying around in the kitchen, after she had tried to caputer the heavy, stiky mass from her fingers. 
And he - Azriel would stand there, chukle at her clumsiness and help her afterwards with a new dough. Spending as much time with her as he could offer.
Oh and how he loved these times, loved their silent conversations in the kitchen.
But he loved this more. 
Her lips singing to his, as they pillowed his own reddened ones. Her own a plush rosy pillow as she pulled away from him, for a heavy breathe, before they both dived in again. 
The moment the two needed to catch air - far too long for the taste of the two of them. 
That dive into her, was something he would never forget. A dive into her love. 
And it cought him, soft as any pillow, did he land in her affection and she in his. 
The memory, of her tongue in his mouth, the feeling of her hands in his black,silky hair and her chest pressed agains his own heated one, sending a soaring warmth through him, as she embraced him.
Their playing tongues having a conversation, both could not hold out loud. 
It all felt like eternity. A heavenly long, eternity as nothing, but their lust filled pants and the splashing of water, filled the silent bathroom. The hue of the fullmoon and his shadows - the only beings that watched them.
Watched them in a flaring dance of light and darkness, as they seemed to dance in the knowledge, of a uniting of night and day. 
But they did not unite that night - though it was enough for the two of them.
Enough, that both of them knew they would still have tomorrow night for this. 
Tomorrow night, in which they could exlpore eachothers bodys, once again anew.
Tonight it was about something else. Something so entirly else, both did not know how to voice it. The heat of their speaking skins, smothing they could write a book with, while it was harder to let this bond - this marked thing between- them speak.
So it was silence that first enveloped them, as they calmed down, preparing for the words that were to come, sitting there for maybe ten, maybe twenty, minutes - washing each other, both body and soul. 
It was calm.
The raging inferno having cooled down along with the, barely remaining, water. But they did not care, as they both sat there.
Azriels back was pressed against the cool rim of the porcelain tube - his wings were drapped around his and Elains naked frame, that sat between his legs, and his arms held her. 
Held her so close that it seemed like they wanted to become one, never letting go of her. 
The sight of her, wet hair - a dark brown now- sticking to her back and his chest made his heart swell. He loved her and Azriel showed her just that as he leaned down and pressed kiss after kiss on her wet crest - each time a murmured ‘I love you’ on his soft lips as he moved down and down and down.
Closer to the nap of her neck. 
He did not realize where his trail of kisses went - all he knew was that the inclination, of Elains head, made him crazy. 
Her scent flared at him as she beared her sensetive flesh to him. 
His nosethrils flared at her flowery scent, his brain was turning blank as he swallowed hard. “Elain...” 
But she only nodded. 
She did not mind it was him, even seemed happy with the imagination that it would be him that claimed her. 
That his sharp teeth, would mark her for eternity. 
His breath fogged against her skin as he slowly careased her skin with his canine teeth, but he did not bit. 
Though the sensation of his teeth, once again on her skin, did not make her feel lighter.
No,he only created a storm of emotions, as his caloused hands he slowly lifted her and her amrs up. His sinful sweet mouth, loving each part of her skin with a trail of kisses. A wet lick even, macking its way across her left shoulder blade moved to her left shoulder blade. 
Elain shivered under the delight he caused her. It had her throwing her head back as a growel escaped her thightly closed lips. 
But it was this quiet, sinful whiper -as his teeth sunk into the flesh around her ripcage - just below her golden, sweet heart - he would never forget. 
The taste of her blood on his tongue, sending him into a delerium he could never return from.
Never would he be able to unwrap from the flowery seer again. 
And never was he more glad about it than now.
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The next morning, however, was not as sweet as their night. 
His wake up call, a trail of kisses up his jaw line - warmed his heart, as well as her sweet lucious naked body wrapped in his, but that definetly did not count for his two idiot brothers - that layed as shivering bundles on the couch, still fast asleep. 
The spymaster heaved a sigh at the sight, searching for comfort in the ceiling as he looked up at it. A silent plea on his lips ‘Mother help us all.’
“What is it?” whispered Elain as she appeared from behind him. Her silent stepps unheared, on the white staircase, his shadows not even bothering to anounce her arrival to him. 
Which made it all the easier for her to sneak up on him - closing her arms from behind, as good as she could, around his bulky frame - while her face was burried between the stems of his wings. 
A smile, as soft as the first rays of sunshine, graced his features as he layed one of his hands on her delicate one, that rested over his thumping heartbeat. 
“It’s nothing much. I just think we scared the crap out of these two.” 
With a mocking gesture, did he point to the two strongest ,shivering, warriors of the Night court. Elain smiled, too, as she stepped around him, and took in the rare sight - of the two mightyest warriors - shivering like the leafes of a tree in a storm. A smugg smile on her lips “What do you think would Helion give us, if we showed him this picture?” 
Azriel needed to stiffle his laughter at this and pulled her into his side tackeling her with kisses as he did so, his words only murmured against the top of her head “I think he would pull down the sun for you and present it to you on a silver plattern.” 
Elain squealed in a silent delight as she wriggled around in his arms, trying her best to capture, this sinful mouth of his, with her own. Her eyes shining as bright as the sun itself as she locked them with his “I think I don’t need Helion to do this for me.”
And it was pure male pride that made his heart swell, knowing well - what her words indicated.
But it was the sharp exceal of air, from her, that made him made his heart beat stop for a second, looking down on her in worry as she slowly rubbed the sore spot  on her left ribcage- where he bit her. His bulky arms having squeezed her accidently abith too thight.
“How is it doing?” 
She only smiled up at him. “It’s fine - nothing to worry about.” Azriel only nodded, but worry still lined his face. 
While Elains seemed to radiate off love. Love and adoration - only directed at him. 
And he could not help himself, could not help that pull towards her, as he claimed her mouth. She sighed in reliefe as he finally fullfilled her wish. 
A love drunken smile, on both of their plush lips, as they danced with each other. 
Only the loud bang of the door prevented them from further trouble. 
The two love drunken souls parted with a hurried step, while the two frightened souls, under the mountain of blankets, sat up in a hurry. 
Fear lining their features as they, both, weaponized themselfs with a pillow. Sleep touseled hair sticking out from each of the two heads. 
Both, Azriel and Elain, had to bite their tongues to stiffle their laughter at the sight. Their shoulders still shaink visibly from laughter, as Mor lurched into the room, a bottle of wine ,still, in Mors manicured hands. 
“Hello everyone.” was all she slured - before she too, moved to the couch. Fell over the sofa lean and landed snoring, on the two boys - neither of them dared to move as Feyre, too, staggered into the room. Strooding past Azriel and Elain too, as she flung herself on Mor. 
Rhys and Cassian were still shivering bundles, now crushed under these two drunken, mighty females, but they soon found sleep again. Probably better than without them. 
The secure safeness of their family around them. 
And Elain and Azriel stood there. Arms crossed over their chests and with raised eyebrows. A sigh escaping both of them, at the same time, as they took in the sight of the four idiots that were their lovely family. 
Piled up on the couch - two of them snoring happily while two were a frightened mess.
But both could not deny the warmth, each of them felt spreading through their chest, as they looked at them. Elains voice only a mere whisper as she spoke: “Will you help me with the lunch? I don’t asume that we will have breakfest today.” 
Azriel could only nod, the thought, that he knew what they could eat for breakfest, stuck in the back of his head. 
Maybe for dessert today evening.  
He already licked his lips in anticipation, on what was to come, as he trailed behind Elain into the kitchen. 
Their usual - in usion working atmosphere, spreading through the air - like the love they felt for each other, in their chests. 
And as they worked, quietly and trapped in their own world -Azriel did not feel like an intruder anymore. 
Did not feel like a dark being, that did not belong into the radiant suroundings of the bright kitchen - that were fully Elains kingdome. 
He felt at peace. 
And that peace only increased, as after hours of work - Elain walked past him, putting a lingering kiss on his shirt, directly on his left shoulder, just above the marking she had set yesterday - making sure that his was healing as well as hers. 
Never did he feel that complete. 
Even his family could not shake at that pillar, that was his love, for the sweet seer next to him - as they both sat down at the long table. 
Their family slowly started to fill into the room, at the smell of roasted bacon - the toast, the beans and the fried eggs also lined on the table. Each of the groaning members sat down to eat their brunch in silence. 
Elain and Azriel, though they had the most eventful night, seemingly the only fully woken beings. 
Cassian and Rhys groaned, as they most likely remebered the pictures of ‘Armen’ and ‘Varian’ from last night - while the cause of Mors and Feyres groans was a headache. 
Each of them tired out from their night.
“What have you two been doing that you look so horrible?” questioned Mor suddenly, Rhys and Cassian. No one seemed to care that it were the seer and the shadowsinger, that chocked on their food.
Rhys only groaned as he rubbed his tired eyes “Feyre darling?” “Yes.” “We are moving to a new bedroom.” 
Feyres heavy tiredness lifted, just for a moment, her attention fully fixed on her mate “And why is that?” 
Azriel almost felt sorry for his brother, as he watched him cringe, but the empahsis layed on almost.
And it seemed like the seer shared his opinion, as they both, watched his brothers explain, with an ebarressing amount of detail, the whole scenario from yesterday. 
Mor was laying flat on the table, as she hammered with her fist against the dark table top over and over again. Tears of laughter streaming down her face as she held her aching stomach. Feyre just sat wide eyed and with a shaink head on her chair, pale as a white bed sheet. 
A bed sheet she probably saw stained and crumbled, behind her inner eye, as she imagined what Amren and Varian had done.
While Cassian and Rhys looked like they wanted to hide under the table and even far below that. 
Neither of their family members noticed the arrival of the old ancient female, that watched with a raised brow, a cackling Morrigian. A Feyre who seemed to be in trance, an Rhys and Cassian who were the smallest they could ever made themselfs - all the while Azriel and Elain sat perfectly stiff as ever, eating the final rests of their brunch in silence.
“What is going on here?” 
Their radiant friend, of a golden female, turned her attention to Amren and noted with a wide smirk on her red lips “And did you have fun with Varian last night?” 
Amren only growled “I would not know, why this is any of your business!” 
Before the tiny female could bubble over with her temper - Feyre interupted the ancient female, with a mere whisper of her voice  “It is our business, if you decide to have your fun in Rhys and my bedroom.” 
The silver eyes, of the ancient female,brimmed for a short moment with surprise before a lazy smirk was displayed on her young face. 
Like a cat, lazy and with swirling steps, did she approach her prey. A wide devilish smirk on her lips as she moved to Azriel and Elain - the attention of the whole Inner Circle laying on her petite shoulders, as she settled behind both of their chairs. 
Her claw like hands, shooting to the front, clapped around a shoulder of each one. A shiver wrecking both of their spines, as she leaned in to whisper something to them - but only Elain. “So that’s where my lipstick vanished to.” 
Color drained from the seers face. Amrens words were still too quiet for anyone, expect her and Azriel to hear, but as she lazyly trudged to her seat - loading her own plate with a bit of roasted bacon, she was sure to make that Elain left the table roasted. 
“If you would have just told me, what you needed it for, I would have lend it to you.” 
The seer only cleared her throat, pretending to have not heared the lazy words of the ancient female - diracting the attention rather to someone else that was not in the room. 
“Where have you left Nesta at?” Feyre paled at the question “Oh no,...” but Mor only waved her delicate hand at her in a calming way “Don’t worry about it. Rita had dragged her into one of her spare rooms after she threatened the bartender with an empty bottle of whisky.” 
Cassian snorted at the behaviour of his mate, before he dug into his brunch again, clearly pleased with what Nesta had done.
While Feyre only heaved a sigh. She already dreaded that she had forgoten her oldest sister somewhere in Velaris. Mothers knows where this could have been - this city was too huge for a lone drunken female. 
“So what were you saying?” were the cursed words, with which Mor brough the attention back to the black haired female. 
She only shrugged, that devilish smirk still displayed on her lips, as she pointed her fork at both Azriel and Elain. 
“I hadn’t known you two had it in you.” 
And with that - brunch was over. Cassian chocked on his food, while Rhys and Feyre just looked at them - mouth wide open in shock and disbelief and Mor was howling again.
Her melodic lough turning loud and screechy with every passing minute she looked into the faces of her family. 
Amren knew ecactly what an uproar she would create. 
And she did not regret it, as she saw how the - oh so cold- Spymaster showed more emotions than he did over centuries of living. 
Though it were still no words that spoke for him.
It was the wing - he drapped over the sweet flower grower, that tried to hide herself in the blackness as well as she could - that spoke millions of words. The swirling shadows of the spymaster wrapping around her thighter with each passing minute - minutes in which his family was slowly able to regein back their composure. 
Mor still wringing for air though - and even though she had struggles with her breathing, she was able to fix her attention on Azriel the moment he stood up. Six pairs of eyes pearing up at his motionless, blushing face. 
Though he did not stand long alone. 
It was the move of a dragon, who protected his princess, as he pulled the seer up. Cradeling her against his chest like a new born baby, as he slowly walked to the wide exit of the room. 
Elains baffled eyes fixed on his tense features as his family watched him walk, with flared wings. 
The calmness that layed in his words, as he peared over his shoulder, a last time, was stark in contrast to the things that were to come. 
“Now that you know, we would like to have our peace.” 
The room fell silent. Even Amren was baffled as she watched him walk away, the sweet giggle of the seer for a long time the only thing heared. 
It was only after, they had long left, that the room fell in uproar again. Amren the only one that prosted, with her bacon loaded fork, to the doorframe - through which the mighty Shadowsinger walked with his fawn.
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So this was part four, of the originaly planed one-shot, what do you think? 
I hope it was to your liking @tomtenadia​, though I know it has already been quiet some time since the conversation in which the idea bloomed. I also had originaly planed to put in the part with the boodgy man, but I had never seen the movie and just the few googled pictures gave me the creeps. I should have mentioned that I am a little scarey cat 😅
I also want to apologize if the smut wasn’t that smooth - it was my first time writing something like that. Though I must say I did enjoy writing the brunch scene - I hope it made you laugh as much as it made me. 
Have a lovely day/night
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Ursa Major - Part Of My Charm
Chapter 1 - Chosen
A/N
Disclaimer: I don't own Gravity Falls. Gravity Falls was created by Alex Hirsch and Disney owns it.
However, I do own a few OCs in this story.
The story takes place after
Weirdmageddon 3 (Gravity Falls Epilogue).
This story is going to need a lot of work and a lot of research. But all I need is your approval and praise for this story.
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The sounds of boots can be heard across a very hall of a greek-like temple. A young girl, about 13 years of age, who's face cannot be seen under her white hood with blue accents that goes all the way to the cuffs of her long sleved yet comfortably body suit she was wearing but only strands of her black hair can be seen in front of her face.
She inhales and exhales deeply as she struggled to keep a steady breath. Her eyes shows anxiety and excitement by the impossible news she has.
Something has happened in Earth, something has happened. The oracles can see it. She need to find the Malco-
"Maya? What's the rush?"
She hears a familiar voice behind as she looks over to her shoulder and a tall man in his thirties wearing a white smog mask with noticable yellow glow brewing in one of the mask's outline , wearing silver pauldrons on his shoulders with a yellow accent running down each side and underneath is avery tight metallic body suit that hugs his body very well. He wears a waist guard that has an emblem shape like a unicorn and silver legplates.
He steps closer and looks at the girls face, Concerned, he kneels down to the girl's level, holding her shoulders in comfort. He knows something is up.
"Maya. Whats going on?" he asked.
His face of concern slowly turns into confusion as he sees her slightly smiling with excitement.
"Malcolm! Oh my god! Oh my god! Your not gonna belive this! You see I was visting one of the watchtowers and one of the watchers came to me and said a new constellation has been chosen. And your not gonna believe this, it's finally back." She rambles in a slight Russian accent. She jumped in excitement and breathing for air as she tried to form a few words or sentences from her mouth, because of running about 3 miles to get to this place to tell the General about the incredible news. She couldn't believe it herself.
She had heard of the legends, the myths, their stories, their fights, their adventures. She admired them even if she has a different mark and path but they were once one of the amazing constellations of all time.
She had never expected to be this excited. But after 100 years of its absence and involvement after the Dark Ages, It finally chose someone. Whoever this is, might be as powerful as she hopes like in the stories.
"What? Who, Maya? What constellation?" Malcolm asked as he seems to be catching on to whatever the girl is saying. He has a pretty good idea... And he hoped it is true.
Maya looks up to his face with a grin.
"An Ursa Major has been chosen."
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"Maso- Dipper Pines?"
"Present"
It was 8:37 AM in the morning at school. Class for the past few days has been normal.
A little too normal for the Pines twins, Dipper and Mabel Pines.
They were sitting at the third row, bored and a little tired. Mabel covers her mouth with uer hand and let out a muffled yawn while Dipper is struggling to sit up straight and rubbing his eyes with bags underneath.
Everything went back to normal, in a bad way for them when they returned to Piedmont, California. Nothing has been the same since Weirdmageddon in Gravity Falls, Oregon. While it was a really bad memory to even forget, that town that they used to live during the summer, holds many good memories to them. 
Of course, they could always come back next time...
Dipper was copying the lesson written on the blackboard when he felt something hit his neck, something wet. Then he realizes and he frowns. Spitball... He looks behind to the direction where the projectile hit him and sees his childhood bully, Chad. Looking really innocent and looks at Dipper with eyeborws furrowed.
"You got a problem, Dipstick?" He sneered at Dipper with a smug grin plastered on his face. Dipper looks down under Chad's desk and sees him holding a straw. He turns his back to the board again, plucks the spitball and flicks it away from his reach.
"Psst!" he hears his sister from his side and whispers "Ignore him, don't let him get through your head" with a comforting smile, but soon turned into a frown when she shoots a glare at the bully who scoffs and rolls his eyes at her.
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Dipper stuffs most of his books in his locker and closes it. He sighs since today was horrible for him. Not for his sister, Thank God. Somehow, he's glad that no one bothers his sister but him. If anyone ever lays a hand or hurts Mabel's feelings, who nows what he'll do.
"Hey, bro-bro!"
Dipper turns his head to see his sister with a sheepish smile on her face.
"Could you tell Mom and Dad that I will be coming home late today? I have cheerleader practice later after school."
"What? But, we go home together... And why are their cheerleader practice after dismissal?" Dipper asked with a raised eyebrow. It was odd that they have practices after school.
"Oh don't worry, Dipper. It's only 2 hours. I'll be home right on time." Mabel reassuringly says to Dipper.
She was ecstatic when she joined cheerleading club of their school. Dipper, on the other hand joined the chess club.
Dipper sighs. "Ok, you can go practice. But Dad will come pick you up after that."
"And I will need your help on some of the homework. Thanks, Dipper. See back at home!" Mabel hugs her brother and runs off.
Dipper slungs his bag over his shoulder and walks outside to his father's car waiting for them. Well...for him actually.
As Dipper walks towards the car, thr front seat window rolled down to see Alex Pines, his father.
"Hey kiddo. Where's Mabel?" He looks over to Dipper's shoulder as if to see his daughter standing behind his son.
"Cheerleading practice."
"After school?" Alex asks.
"Eh. School's getting weird these days. But, she can handle herself. Trust me." Dipper says to his father as he open the car door and sat in the backseat.
Alex deeply sighs and turns his head to Dipper with his right arm resting on top of the front seat.
"Listen, I know that whatever happened in Gravity Falls, I hope it doesn't happen in here too. And I am concerned for both you and your sister's safety. I mean gnomes, flying eyeballs, manotaurs, time travelers, 'dream' dimensions? Things like them exist in our world? How is that even possible?"
Alex and his wife, Dana was very suspicious whenever they asked the twins about how was their summer, they were hesitant... But the only thing they told them was that Grunkle Stan had a twin brother and he came back after he went missing for two years.
It took an hour for them to close their mouths from the revelation that day. But completely shrugged it off later.
His own son was a lot like him when he was young, smart, curious, adventurous, and a nerd. But that didn't stop his future wife to marry him and have twins.
So like Dipper, he 'checked' Dipper's room one day and found a blue journal with golden accents   around the cover. He read it and it was filled with ripped pages, obviously not ripped from the book itself. It was old and written in black ink. He could've swore it was also written in blood...
Dipper came in later on, mouth gaping as he saw his dad holding the pages from his journal. A heated argument can be heard with Dipper shouting at his father for looking through his stuff and Alex, who is a little angry tried to apologise and tries to explain what he was doing. It's a good thing the two were alone, Mabel is with her mother, going shopping.
After the argument, Dipper calms down and sit nexts to his father in the bed as he tells him. He explains that Gravity Falls is a place where magic and monsters reside. He says it in a excited way, like he always does when it comes to solving mysteries.
Alex have had a hard time believing the things his son is saying that monsters and ghosts exist in real life. What is this... A Mystery novel now? He was also shocked to hear that Dipper and Mabel met Stanford Pines. Not the one who runs the Mystery Shack. But the real one who was stuck across the multiverse.
Does that mean that their Grunkle Stan, his Uncle Stan was not 'Stanford' but 'Stanley'? The other twin who faked a car crash?
He thinks he might have a heart attack.
Then Dipper told him that they stopped the end of the world by a flying dorito demon thing.
He doesn't know if he should be worried or proud, he probably prefers the latter. This will take a long time getting used to. But he trusts Dipper's choices, as long as he doesn't get any trouble. He promises to keep this a secret from her wife. Knowing she will freak out and become overprotective to her little angels. He told her daughter that he knows and has nothing to be worried about.
"Dad look, We're fine. Me and Mabel have fought gnomes, haunted wax sculptures and tiny golf people. But we're still in  good shape. We can handle ourselves. We are still your kids but you don't have to worry about us." Dipper comforts his dad while he scratches his birthmark on his forehead under his hat that Wendy gave as a farewell.
His dad sighs and says "Ok, But, please be careful. And protect your sister. For my sake-" He looks at Dipper who was scratching very loudly, he can hear the scraping it makes. It is really cringey
"-And stop scratching your head. You'll probably get rashes on that."
"Sorry, My head feels itchy just now. This never happened before." Dipper says that as he continues to scratch his forehead.
"Well, you'll only make it worse. Your mother probably has some skin treatment. Ask her." Alex starts up the car and drives away from the school.
Dipper asks "You'll pick up Mabel later, right?"
"Of course, what time will her practice be over?"
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"I thought you were one of the most powerful entities of this multiverse. Have you lost your fucking mind?!" A man with gruff voice shouted at someone.
The man was about in his forties, who looks like he's Midwestern, is very large, has a well shaven head and a bushy beard and a small scar across his left eye. He was wearing armor similar to the armors from the gladiators in Greece, but it's color are charcoal black and has magma flowing in his armor's accents. He is like a living volcana.
He has two large pistols that resemble deagles but almost has the same design as his armor.
Beside him was a small man, about as tall as his shoulder height. He was blonde and has noticeable stubble in his face. And he looks to be Australian. He iswearing a green scaly tabard instead but with armor leggings. He wears gauntlets in his arms, and it has a noticable blade inside it.
They were talking to a giant white lizard who was actually one of the powerful entities known as the Axolotl.
"I am aware of what you're feeling right now. But, he needs to be helped. He is troubled, he always has been. All those stories are merely stories only for everyone to see him as a threat." The Axolotl states in a very deep voice that can be heard a mile away.
"As much as I have a hard time believing that, Why did you want us take care of this bastard? And couldn't you at least ask other blokes to bring his sorry arse with them?" The small man crosses his arms and narrows at the Axolotl. Waiting for a good reason why they we're brought here.
"Isn't that what you Constellations do? Protect the Earth and its inhabitants, prevent any disasters, and contain dangers?.. like him?" The reptile says as if it was the most obvious thing.
"That is true. But why would you think that he would be redeemable? He destroyed his home and entire family. And just because he invoked your name that doesn't mea-" The large man was suddenly cut off by the reptile's action.
Axolotl stomps in front of the two and stares at them. Almost looks like he's glaring at them.
"I see him as just a troubled child who was manipulated into doing those horrible things. I was upset that he has had the nerve to invoke my name and bring him out of death's grasp. But I sense that he deserves a second chance if you guide him through your path. He will not be like you, but he will fight on the same side." Axolotl states in his booming voice at the two.
The two men looked at each other for confirmation, until they both decided and looked back at the Axolotl.
"Fine, bring the wanker in. Before we change our minds." The small man narrowed his eyes to the reptile.
He nods and opens his mouth to shoot a beam in front of them. A small blob can be seen in the beam and is forming into the shape of a triangle with arms and legs a top hat hovering on its head. It suddenly screams, like its being burnt to death. It quickly reforms and turned into human male body. Black and yellow fabric wraps around him and creates clothing around him with his top hat still intact on his head.
The beam then slowly disspears, and the person or thing flops to the ground, groaning.
He then he sits up and sees the two men who was glaring at him, arms crossed. He stiffens when he looks at and turns back to see the Axolotl.
Oh boy...
"You know, when I invoked your name and asked to be return to the living. I never expected living with these hippies" Bill Cipher narrows his eyes at the reptile, who merely shrugs with his arms. Bill scoffs and felt a hand grabbing his suit tightly.
"Hey watch it, Scorpio! I just got my clothes back."
"Shut up, you twat." Scorpio shots back.
Bill then looks at the large man with a raised eyebrow.
"What're you supposed to be? An Aries? Thought you guys would be bigger."
That earned him a black eye.
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A/N
Wow! This took like 2 days to write. I'm completely new to writing but I'm getting pretty good here. I hope you all enjoy this book. More chapters will come out randomly. Sorry it's not scheduled. I'll try to formulate on how the story progress.
7/14/19: Completely changed the entire chapter for improvement... I hope this is way better.
I hope you all enjoyed reading and I'll see you guys next time. PEACE!
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diigbydog · 5 years
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you answered my riddle
Riddler (x Female!reader?) oneshot 
word count: 1842
A/N: hi guys! this is my first time writing ed, and first in a long time writing a fic, so i am looking forward to what you all think! i hope you all enjoy! it dosnt get very romantic but there is scenes of tension and implied interest! i may do a follow up if people want one!
It had been a normal day at the club. It was around 9pm on a friday night and the club was packed with patrons, tables were full and the dancefloor was lively. I had worked there for around 3 months now and every day was the same, different people but same routine. My colleagues are nice, and we tend to joke about particularly extravagant customers. The customers usually behaved themselves, even the criminal ones. A local band was playing on stage, they were better than most acts we've had in the past, But unfortunately they were interupted by 3 loud gunshots coming from backstage.
Suddenly, four armed men wearing masks charged onto stage pushing the performers onto the dancefloor  "Alright, everyone stay where you are! dont move!" one of them demanded as he pointed his gun to the ceiling and let off a few more warning shots. Their guns turned to the crowd of terrified gothamites. A chuckle could be heard, followed by "good evening, ladies and gentlemen! Im afraid tonights entertainment has been altered slightly!" I focused on the figure walking onto stage, it was a tall man in a stunning green suit and black bowler hat, the riddler, without a doubt. "- you're all going to be my entertainment now!" He chuckled into the microphone. I hadnt moved from the spot i was in when the first gunshot was fired. I couldnt seem to move yet my eyes were fixated on him. He continued to spew his selfcentered nonsense, carelessly waving around the pistol in his hand "now i dont want to hurt any of you lovely people, but im affraid unless the bar staff give me all of the cash out of the register, oh and answer my riddle, well you will all have to die, and we dont want that now, do we?"
I felt my heart beat faster as he jumped off the stage and started to carve a path through the crowd, directly towards me, one of his masked goons following close behind, empty  cloth bag in hand. As he got closer i slowly raised the empty tray, that i was holding, to my chest, clutching it with both hands. A smirk spread accross his face as he pointed the gun at me and purred "c'mon now dear. Dont keep me waiting." 
Nodding, i backed up towards the bar, placing the tray down next to the register. Riddler hopped up and sat on the countertop, speaking once again into the microphone as i opened the cash register and stepped aside to let the goon do his work. "Now whilst this lovely young lady is getting my money. Lets see if any of you can answer my riddle! Three tries to get it right! and if you dont?" Another gunshot into the ceiling. 
By this time it was just plain irritating, so i plucked up some courage and interupted before he sould announce his riddle "Y'know riddler if you wanna leave here alive you might want to stop shooting the bloody ceiling, it'll fall down before you've finished running your mouth" i instantly regreted speaking as his head spun violently to stare at me, a look of suprise on his face. I could see his teeth grinding, as if he wanted to say something horrible, but he just smiled sarcastically and muttered "thanks for the heads up, darling," 
  "now where was i, ah yes! my riddle!" he said, slowly turned his head back to the crowd "A most delicious thing, it can be given but cannot be kept. Some awake from it after they've slept. It is the moistest and softest butterfly wing, But when it is the last even it can sting." 
He looked at the faces of the crowd. Confused, fearful, and contemplating their careful answers, whispering between eachother. I watched as the masked man took out the last of the cash from the register. The riddle wouldnt stop repeating in my head. As I looked to the crowd to see if anyone had an answer, a man stood up and raised his hand. "You sir! What may your answer be! Remember, you all only get three tries!"
"Cake? The answer is cake." The man stuttered "its delicous and soft. But can be bitter if its a leaving present!" 
The riddlers face turned from an amused smirk to pure anger "NO!" He widely strode over to the man who had now fallen to his knees in fear "CAKE?! WHO WAKES UP DUE TO CAKE?!" I look away as he strikes the man over the head with the base of his gun, knocking him out.
Riddler brushed himself off, sighing in frustration, slowly striding back to the counter, making eyecontact with me. I felt deep down that i knew the answer, and i couldnt let these people die, i could wait until someone else goes to answer, but then if i was wrong i would have to watch him shoot up the building, atleast if i got this wrong he would knock me unconcious. so i timidly raised my hand. 
"so, you think you know the answer, 'ey?" He grinned as he leant over the counter, resting his hands under his chin. 
"Yes. I think i do." "Well then, please, " he continues to repeat his riddle once more, making sure to emphasise each word of importance. "what. am. i?" "a kiss. Thats my answer, a kiss" 
a long pause ensued as he turned round, straightening himself up and adjusting his hat. i felt as if i couldn't breath, i had no idea what would happen if i was wrong. then he spoke up.
"well, you are all safe, congratulations!" i let out a relieved sigh, i could breath again. Police sirens could start to be heard in the distance, riddler and his men start to head back to the stage "aaaand that is our call to go boys! I bid you all farewell! sorry for the inconvenience" And with that, riddler and his goons dissapeared backstage.
-1 week later-
Everything was back in order. The ceiling had been fixed and our doors were open once again. The only thing that was different was that the manager provided all employees with switchblades, for self defence of course. 
Today it was my job to clean out the storage room(aka the basement). we store everything down there, from non perishable food to extra seating, and it was my turn to organise it. "Now where to start" i muttered to myself, deciding after some contemplating to start with the largest items and making my way to the smaller ones. 
Around 2 hours into my mission, i heard the door to the basement creak open, i thought nothing of it as it was probably one of my co-workers looking for a new chair, it wasnt uncommon for a customer to request an extra one. But as the footsteps got closer i realised i didnt recognise the click of heels on the stone floor (no one i work with wears heels, were on our feet all day, why would we suffer through heels!) Fearing the worst i grabbed my blade out of my back pocket and turned round, pointing it at the unknown figure.
As i focused, i realised that edward nygma, the riddler, had returned once again. Although this time, instead of his dazzling green suit, he was sporting some matte black heeled dress shoes, fitting black trousers, a shirt with rolled up sleves and a form fitting waistcoat. Not to mention the extravigant black tie, deccorated with green question marks.
"Riddler" i shakily said, standing my ground as he walked towards me, stopping just infront of the blade i was holding . 
"Hello again-" he glanced down, his hands reaching up to gently prise the blade out of my hand, admitely i was not fighting back, i was far too intimidated to fight back. "Thats enough of that. Im not here to harm you, y'know" he said, in a somewhat comforting tone. I took one step back, distancing myself as he was admiring the blade "atleast your boss isnt cheap, this is a nicely made knife" he looked up at me "now, if i give you this back, you promise to calm down?" He softly asked, gently holding the now closed switchblade out to me. 
I hesitated, but nodded and accepted his offer, letting out a small sigh as i put the blade back into my pocket.  Riddler calmly sat down on a nearby chair, crossing his legs, making himself comfortable "Now, isnt that better" he smiled. I stay silent. "you can talk yknow, im not going to bite!" "I just still dont quite understand why you are here..." i paused, not knowing how to reffer to him "Please, call me edward" "right, edward, why come back alone?" "well, to see you of couse!" "but....why? that dosnt explain anything" "you answered my riddle, plus, ive been fascinated with you since you started working here." me? yes i have seen edward in our club with oswald cobblepot in the past, and i have served him but fascinated? "well...im flattered, i really am, but fascinated? how?"
"well ive never seen you loose your temper, even with oswald and his demands, its quite impressive" he explained, uncrossing his legs and leaning forward, resting his elbows on his knees "i wandered if you would tell me more about yourself?" i smiled and blushed, slowly starting to get back to my work, talking as i go "im afraid there isnt much to tell, im not that interesting, deffinately not compared to you and your company" 
Ed pulled himself out of his chair to stand close besides me, handing me a fork to add to my pile "oh quite the contrary, anyone with saint's patience like you must have something interesting to tell" looking up into his eyes i saw the determination he had to make me talk, i knew we couldnt talk here, there was too much risk, considering the camera that was placed in the far corner of the room, currently not capturing eds presence. i turned my body to face him as i took the fork out of his hand, thumb slightly brushing his fingertips.
"well,ed, if you really want to know more, i think we should meet some other time, im sure you wouldnt want anyone knowing you were here, would we?" i said, gesturing over to the camera. 
His face dropped as he realised the risk "i suppose you are right, give me a time and place and i'll be there." 
"wow, you are determinded, aren't you? fine, meet me near the lake in the park, tomorrow at 7:30, deal?" i cannot belive i just suggested that. "we have a deal. i shall see you then" i cannot belive he just agreed to that. and with that, he skipped up the stairs, 2 steps at a time, stopping at the top to turn round, smirking at me once more before shutting the door behind him. 
Until then, Mr.nygma.
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multifandomhaven · 7 years
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As Long As You’ll Have Me
Arya Stark x female!reader imagine.
Request by lovely-wagner
This is a longer imagine, I tried to cram all 7 seasons into a one-shot. I’m not very good at kiss scenes, so I apologize in advance if it’s completely horrible.
Happy reading, and remember request are open! x
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Winterfell was different now, Y/N thought looking around the small stone room that had been gifted to her by Jon and Sansa just after the Battle of the Bastards was won. 
They had told her that's what Arya would have wanted, for Y/N to stay at Winterfell with their home won back. Y/N had accepted graciously, happy to have her childhood home back.
Y/N's family had always been close with the Starks, she'd been taken in as a ward just as Theon had been, only shortly before her sixth nameday.
Her parents had lost their only son and her father Lord Y/L/N had began to go mad with rage - he had lost his only heir, the only little lord that he saw fit to leave his house to. 
Y/N had grown scared of her father, and her mother knew what she had to do to save her daughter’s life. Within the fortnight Y/N was sent, with a group of Stark soldiers that had come to escort her, to the castle further north. 
Y/N was withdrawn when she first came to Winterfell. She felt unwelcome in the eyes of the Stark's mother, Catelyn. The red haired woman was tall and cold and watched her with an unwavering glare. Y/N cried herself to sleep every night after she arrived.
It wasn't her fault, she thought as she cried, it was her mother and her father's fault. She hadn't asked to be sent here to this strange place.
Every night she bawled beneath the furs on her bed until the youngest daughter of the Starks, Arya, had heard her relentless sobbing one night.
Arya peeked through the crack of Y/N's door, her wondering eyes taking in the small, shaking lump on the bed. Arya put her hand on the door and it creaked open to reveal the lump was actually a young girl - her family's newest ward.
"Are you alright?" Arya asked quietly, her dark brows furrowed. "Should I call my mother or the maester?"
Y/N's head flew up, her hair that had fell from it's braid looked a bit wonky, sticking out from both sides of her head. "N-No, my lady. I only miss my family is all. It's nothing your mother or your maester can remedy."
Arya's heart ached for the girl. She didn't know what it was like to be taken away from her family, and would rather be ignorant to the feeling if she were to be honest.
 Arya walked quietly to the bed, chewing her lip in thought. "I know you're lonely, but you'll find happiness here if you try. I can help you!”
Y/N sniffed. "T-Thank you."
"You're welcome," Arya smiled. "If you ever feel unsafe or alone my room is just down the hall. You don't have to sleep by yourself if you don't want to."
Y/N nodded, a yawn escaping her not two second later. "I apologize, my lady. I haven't slept well, you see."
"It's alright," Arya whispered. "Get some sleep, Y/N. I'll come get you in the morning."
After that night Y/N and Arya had been inseparable - where you found one the other was sure to be only seconds behind. Their friendship had blossomed over night and when Arya was sent to King's Landing with Lord Eddard and Sansa Y/N felt like she was that small girl again, crying in her bed once the darkness overtook the castle.
Y/N was there as Bran got better, she was there when Robb and Catelyn got killed. She was there when Theon sacked their home - she'd hidden under the bed in Arya's old room when it had happened, listening as people screamed around her - and she had survived. 
And then there were the Boltons, by the Gods they'd almost been the death of her. She thought she'd die so many times it felt like the finality of death was a long lost friend.
She tried to hide the scars on her arms where the bastard had began to flay her. Had it not been for Jon and Sansa reclaiming their home later that day she was sure she would have been dead come nightfall.
 Ramsay was a sadistic man that was undeserving of the end Sansa gave him. 
Y/N had wished to flay the man himself, to end him the same way he had so many others, but Sansa reminded her that he may enjoy leaving the world that way. He should have suffered, Y/N thought.
Y/N knew that she had no place giving orders to a Stark, so she stepped back and let Sansa have him killed in whatever way she chose - he had done so much worse to Sansa than herself, she remembered.
She had never felt a great joy than when a group of Stark soldiers had taken her down from the platform she was strapped to. They had done her a courtsey and turned as she pulled on a robe they had found discarded.
Y/N was ashamed of what had been done, but she never stopped fighting for her home.
"Y/N." Sansa's voice brought her back to the present. Y/N looked at the red haired girl that looked so much like her mother Catelyn, and wondered about the smile that threatened to split her face. "Someone’s arrived and they wish to speak with you."
"Someone to see me?" Y/N asked, her eyebrows raised high. "Who in the seven hells would come to see me?"
"Well," Sansa began, her thin lips stretched to their length's end, and moved aside to let Y/N's visitor inside the room.
For a moment all was still in the world. No breath left Y/N's lips and no movement was made from the inside the room. The only thing Y/N could hear was the background noise outside those cold walls.
In her room, right before her eyes, stood the only person Y/N could think about all those times death almost claimed her.
She looked different than Y/N remembered. Her once long hair had been crudely cut, now hanging just above her shoulders, and she wore breeches now.
Her eyes, thought Y/N, hadn't changed at all, though. They were still the same sage color she seemed to drown in each time she remembered the young wolf.
"Arya," Y/N whispered, tears filling her eyes. 
Arya stepped into the room and Sansa slipped quietly from the room, shutting the door behind her. The two girls stood in silence for a few moments, both taking their fill of the other before Arya began to creep forward slowly.
"I never thought I'd be back here," Arya said in a voice little above a whisper. "And I never thought you'd still be in Winterfell after all this time."
Y/N shook her head sadly, tears now falling freely down her reddened cheeks. "Oh, Arya. Where have you been all these years? What happened to you after King's Landing?"
Arya lips twitched upwards. "I've been all around Westeros. I've traveled with bandits, and with killers. I became No One and lived to reclaim my identity. I've avenged and I've killed."
"You're home," Y/N dried her eyes on her sleve. They stood nearly nose and nose now, both of them bleary eyed from the wetness that piled in the corners of their eyes. "You've come back to me."
"And you?" Arya said quietly. "How did you survive the raids on our home?"
Y/N stared at the ground in silence wringing her hands. She sucked a deep breath through her lips to calm her crying, then cleared her throat. 
 "I thought of your parents taking me in - they gave me a place to live, food to eat,” she admitted softly. “Someone to love.”
Arya blinked. "Someone to love?"
"Yes." Y/N breathed. "Someone I've loved for a long, long time." Y/N raised her arm slowly, her hand reaching out to Arya's face to caress her cheek. 
"Arya, you are what kept me alive when death was so very near. It was you I thought of when the coldness almost claimed me. It has always been you that I cared the most for."
Arya's bottom lip quivered slightly. "And I you.”
Y/N's hand rested on the nape of Arya's neck, playing with the ends of her nut brown hair. "Promise me you'll never leave again."
"I promise," Arya whispered.
Their breaths danced together as their faces inched closer and closer. Y/N felt her eyes slid shut at the closeness of Arya, wanting nothing more than to lean in a hair's width and kiss her.
"I've never kissed anyone before," Arya admitted. "I've never wanted to before now."
Y/N's tongue darted out to wet her lips, her eyes opening. She saw the darkness in Arya's eyes and hoped that she wanted this much as Y/N did. "May I?"
The Stark girl said nothing so Y/N took it upon herself to use the hand on the back of Arya's neck to softly pull her in, giving her any opportunity to pull away if she so wished.
Arya's lips felt much like Y/N thought they would. Hard, but not rough, soft, but not like the pillows they'd shared as children. Y/N thought it a good combination for the young wolf.
Arya didn't know what to do with her hands so she simply let them rest on Y/N's waist - she'd seen people kiss before, but never really paid much attention to where their hands went. It felt right, to be able to feel the person she’d so wished to see for so long. Arya’s hands tightened on Y/N’s waist, pulling her closer.
The kiss lasted only for a moment longer before Y/N pulled away breathless. She leaned her forehead against Arya’s her eyes still closed. 
"Was that okay?"  
"It was more than okay," Arya breathed, still holding the girl close to her. Y/N opened her eyes and pulled back slightly to get a better view of Arya. "I'm glad you did it, I never would have thought you felt this way about me."
Y/N felt herself stiffen at her words. "Am I mad to think you could ever feel the same about me?"
"You're not mad," Arya said with a grin. "I always felt something for you that I didn't understand. As I grew older and saw the horrors of the world,” Arya paused momentarily, her eyes somewhere far away. “I could think of nothing better than growing old in my home - our home."
Y/N nodded. "It's understandable you'd want to be home, I wish I could have done something about your mother, your father. Robb -" Arya cut her off. 
"I miss them more than you can imagine," she said sadly. "But I still have Jon and Sansa and Bran. And I still have you."
Y/N's smile rivaled that of Sansa's as she stood in the doorway just a few moments ago. "And I you, little wolf."
Arya leaned in to capture Y/N's lips in a single, brief peck. "I will never leave you again, as long as you'll have me."
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