#and then. oh. oh he is made from my dead older brother's body parts. oh

[turkey-korvid]

intruder

[theysherobinbuckley]

a little something I started but probably won't ever finish - alternate first meeting steddie! post s3, pre s4

(context: in an effort to cheer up his perpetually grumpy new neighbor, Eddie broke out his old skateboard and immediately ate shit for it. Cue Red calling none other than Steve Harrington to solve the problem...)

Red was barely in the door when Harringron turned on him, jaw clenched and fingers twitching. Having those dark eyes focused so entirely on him nearly made Eddie dizzy.

His lips were moving and- oh shit. Eddie was totally supposed to be listening.

"Uh, what?"

"What are you doing hanging around Max?"

Eddie frowned. "We're neighbors?"

"So?"

"So I'm being… neighborly? Is that illegal?"

"Neighborly is getting someone's mail while they're out of town. Not a super senior hanging around with a girl who's not even in high school yet."

"You better be fucking careful what you're accusing me of, Harrington, because to be honest, you don't look any better. Don't think I haven't heard your beemer pull up at all hours of the night. What the fuck is that about, huh? King Steve likes 'em young?"

Eddie's back hit the trailer before the last word even left his mouth. All the breath rushed out of him at once as Harrington pinned him with one arm across his shoulders.

"Don’t fucking say that," he seethed. "She's like my sister. I'm not- I wouldn't hurt her."

Eddie reached up to pat Harrington's arm placatingly, sending him as sweet a smile as he could muster.

"Hey, I believe you, man. I'm a little lost, sure, but I believe you." He sent a look to the trailer to his right. "Now can you let me down before Muriel sends Axel out to break your arm?"

Harrington followed his gaze and, upon seeing Muriel frowning from behind her curtains, dropped Eddie faster than if he'd told him he had the plague.

"We're in my kingdom now, Harrington," he said, grinning and waving in Muriel's direction. "These are my people. We take care of each other here. And Red's one of us, whether you like it or not."

Steve frowned, opened his mouth to respond, maybe even protest, but Eddie cut him off.

"I was just trying to make the kid smile, okay? So I got out my old skateboard, did a few tricks, busted my shit." He held up the ice pack he'd stolen from Red's fridge. "She called you 'cause she said you'd know what to do."

Harrington was quiet. Noticeably, he did not apologize for jostling Eddie's extremely sore wrist, but whatever.

"Did she?"

"Yeah, man, I tried to talk her out of it, but she seemed pretty confident you'd pick up. And here you are, so…"

"No, I mean- did she have fun?"

Eddie shrugged. "I mean, she didn't look as miserable as usual. Laughed a couple times when I fucked up a dismount. What's up with that, by the way? The constant dispair?"

Harrington's whole body tensed, and Eddie was almost scared he was gearing up to punch him just for asking.

"You remember Billy Hargrove?" he replied, his voice tight.

Eddie couldn't help but sneer at the mention of that piece of shit. Wayne had always taught him not to speak ill of the dead, but that didn't mean he couldn't think some choice things about him. Like the fact that he was pretty sure the guy was rotting in hell for all the things he'd said to Jeff in the school halls.

"Unfortunately. What about him?"

"He was Max's older brother. Step-brother."

"That's..."

"Fucked?" Harrington supplied. Eddie nodded. "Yeah. So I just- I need to make sure another Hargrove doesn't come around. Sorry I got all... you know. I've been told I can be kind of intense."

"No shit," Eddie laughed. "No hard feelings, I guess. Since it's in Red's best interest."

"No hard feelings," Harrington echoed. "Thanks for looking out for her."

Then, something Eddie had never even dreamed of: Harrington stuck his hand out, clearly expecting a handshake.

Huh.

It was over in a second, but Eddie's hand burned where Steve's had been.

"No problem. I'm kind of the park babysitter," Eddie replied. "Part of the job description."

Harrington lit up at that.

"I babysit too! Max and a few of her friends. 'S why I'm always around. I'm usually playing chauffeur for one of the other gremlins."

"That makes more sense than you having a torrid love affair with Susan."

"Yeah, she's not really my type," Harrington said with a smirk.

Eddie watched in shock as Harrington's eyes slowly, deliberately dipped up and down his form.

Talk about fucking whiplash. Eddie could still feel Harrington's strong arm against his chest, the brush of Harrington's nose against his own, the heat of Harrington's breath on his face. And now the king was checking him out?

"I see. Not into MILFs?"

Eddie was in the middle of making plans to staple his big stupid mouth shut when Harrington laughed.

"I'm more into brunettes."

And boy, didn't that seem pointed.

[amirasainz]

Could you do an Amira and lance or Pierre story where they take us on vacation and no one knows where we went till we post something and all of them start freaking out and calling Amira

Guess who's back? My request are OPEN. Enjoy reading.

-XoXo

No Part 2!!!

Hiding the princess

"Ohhh, Pierre. It's so beautiful here. Gracias, mi cielo" Amira said to him. While Amira was admiring the breath-taking view from their balcony suite, Pierre was busy starring at his girl. She looked like a goddess, with her hair blowing in the wind and the lights reflecting in her eyes.

He went up behind her, hugging her tightly against his body. He hooked his chin over her shoulder, kissing her temple lovingly. "Only the best for you, ma belle." His whisper made her shiver, making her search more for his body heat.

Their romantic moment got interrupted by one of their phones buzzing. "Don't worry. I got it." he told her before she could move a finger. After kissing her cheek once more, he went inside their suite, finding Amiras phone lighting up from another message. On a closer look, Pierre could see that Carlos had been messaging Amira frantically.

To be honest, Pierre didn't leave Amira any time to inform anyone about their "spontaneous" travel. The past few weeks, the drivers and WAGS had been hogging Amira, leaving them without any time for themselves. So Pierre decided to take her away to Dubai, making her pack her luggage 2 hours before their private flight.

During their whole flight, Pierre was busy feeding Amira cherries while she tried to guess their travel destination. After 3 hours of flying, Pierre made her lie on top of him so she could rest after her exhausting packing. Pierre cherished every moment, making sure she was always in his arms, keeping her warm and safe.

Pierre wished he was able to frame the moment she recognised the beautiful city lights of Dubai. Amira once mentioned that she always wanted to visit the city. She wanted to spend her time in the dessert or in the luxury shopping centers. And who was Pierre to deny her such wish. The perfect opportunity presented after not being able to spend some time alone , just the two of them.

Till the day he died, Pierre would deny that seeing the thousand of messages Carlos send Amira in the past 7 hours made him nervous. For the love of god, he is 27 years old. Such thing like big, older, overprotective brothers didn't make Pierre break out in a sweat anymore. The Frenchman knew that he couldn't just leave the messages unanswered. He opened the Chat between the two Sainz siblings and wrote something along the lines of "Oh, I'm sorry for not answering sooner. I'm just so tired and I will go to sleep now. Bye-Bye <3". Before he could second guess himself. Pierre was brought out from his overthinking.

"Pierre, are you ok?" asked the sweet voice of his beautiful angel. "Of course, ma belle. I was just grabbing you a jacket" he answered. He quickly turned of her phone and grabbed his oversized beige jacket. He immediately wrapped her up, making sure that she was protected from the wind. "Oh, but I'm not even co-." Before she could finish her sentences he kissed her quickly.

Pierre wouldn't let anyone take her attention during their romantic get-away. Thru ought the week, he made sure to keep her busy. Pierre took her shopping, bought her the finest jewelerry. He had a SPA day with her, so she could relax from their hectic shopping day. The rest of the week they either went in the dessert, to the beach or did more shopping. Pierre made sure that they spent every second together. Safe to say that Amira wasn't able to respond to ay of her messages.

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Spending the week with the most beautiful girl in the world @amirasainz <3

Comments:

@carlossainzjr cabron what is this?

@carlossainzjr Pierre Gasly, you better answer me right now

@carlossainzjr When I catch you Gasly, you're dead

@ charlesleclerc What the fuck? I thought we were friends

@ landonorris YOU CAN'T JUST HIDE HER FROM THE REST OF US!!!!!

@ oscarpiastri I will crash into you next race

@ maxverstappen you better hide

@ carmenmundt who do you think you are, hiding my girl from me?!

@ amirasainz <3

@ pierregasly BABY!!!! <3

Bonus(+)

In the tense atmosphere, Carlos muttered to himself, pacing back and forth in front of the other drivers. Three days had passed without any word from precious Amira, and concern had escalated. They hastily convened an impromptu drivers’ meeting, their minds racing with worry. On the whiteboard, various theories about her whereabouts were scribbled.

Just as Lando was about to share another idea, the door swung open. Charles stood there, his chest heaving. Startled, all the drivers rose from their seats. Max managed to ask, “Charles, what—”

Before anyone could respond, Charles turned toward them, tears glistening in his eyes. His voice trembled as he held up his phone, revealing an Instagram post from Pierre. The room erupted into chaos as everyone tried to make sense of the situation

Charles burst into tears, while Max threw some pillows at the wall. George and Alex were busy stalking the post. Oscar tried his best to help Lando regulate his breathing, while trying to keep the anger in himself. The chaos stopped when Carlos walked towards the door, muttering under his breath: "He's dead. He is so dead."

[gay-dorito-dust]

Hobie brown x male!spiderman!reader where they’re “boyfriends” (more like best friends with benefits type thing) from different dimensions and haven’t seen each other in a while due to reader being kind of busy with SM stuff but one day reader shows up to hobies dimension in search of comfort because a canon event caused his older brother to die! Loving your hobie fics btw your whole blog is just good asf😭🫶💞

Here ya go! I hope you like it and I thank you for your kind words, they really mean a lot as I haven’t been feeling that great as of late, so this really made my day.

You felt as though you couldn’t breath, like the breath has been ripped straight out of your lungs, leaving you to struggle in finding fresh, unpolluted air to take in, to revitalise your lungs from the damage they’ve received; But you weren’t going to get that if you were to stay here.

Your head and heart were murky with every emotion imaginable trying to overtake each other as your primary feeling whilst your body was screaming at you to run, to leave, to get away because he was already dead before he even hit the ground; reminding you that you could mourn the dead later but as of right now you needed to get to the place you felt safest. But you weren’t going to get that if you were to stay here.

So without putting in much thought into anything anymore with your mind so far from reality and your emotions in a state of self destructive chaos, your change of scenery wasn’t brought into question until you heard the familiar sound of a guitar playing before it immediately stopped, only for it to be replaced by the sound of curious footsteps that grew in volume with they’re impending closeness. You knew those footsteps by heart and the type of shoes that made them but knew the male who wore those platforms like the back of your hand; Hobie’s warmth brought you a comfort that couldn’t be recreated nor imitated because even if it was even remotely the slightest bit off, you body naturally rejected it and would indiscreetly crave for the real thing.

For nothing could bring you more comfort, more sense of mind then being in Hobie’s arms.

‘Y/n?’ Even at the sound of his voice had your guarded walls crumbling.

‘Hobie, please tell me that’s you and not some sick trick of the mind.’ You whimpered, clutching the vest that he had left in your dimension between tightly clenched fists, while remaining adamant on keeping your back to him until you were for certain that he was in the room, talking to you, almost as though you were reassuring that deep seeded doubt that he was alive and okay.

In a couple of strides Hobie had his front pressed against your back as his arms cocooned you tightly in a method of preventing you moving away from his hold. ‘Does this feel like me?’ He asked softly, his heart hurting as he watched you instinctively huddled further into his chest until practically all of you was submerged against him. Just as your tears had begun to fall down your cheeks and creating wet patches against his shirt that you were adamant on clinging so desperately to. ‘Oh pretty boy.’ Hobie utters as he tightened his hold on you, allowing you to weep freely without judgment as all he wanted for you to do in that moment was to let it all out in whatever way you found best; whether it was to scream, cry, punch, or otherwise, Hobie would rather you be vocal about you pain rather then subduing it for a later date.

‘My brother died Hobie,’ you wept. ‘he died and I couldn’t save him, I wasn’t fast enough to reach him, I wasn’t strong enough to catch him as he fell, I wasn’t able enough to change anything.’ You gripped his shirt even tighter as you clenched your eyes shut as the imagery of the prior events proceeded to mock you of your biggest failure as Spider-Man as you added in a near inaudible whisper. ‘I don’t deserve to be Spider-Man. He’s meant to save people, not lead them to their deaths.’ Hobie knew that you didn’t meant for him to hear any of the last part but he very much did and felt that it was within his due diligence to remind you of how utterly bullshit that statement was because he’s making damn sure you don’t quit being what you so clearly love.

‘I want you to listen and listen good because I want what I say to you to stick with you so that when you get like this again, you’ll remember your worth and what you’ve always been fighting for; hope.’ Hobie began. ‘You were meant to be Spider-Man as much as I or any other Spider-Person in existence. Miguel’s bullshit has made you think that your value is based on the pain and the suffering we’ve endured and how there’s nothing we can do to combat it once it comes for us again, and again, and again. Forcing you to your knees in grief and sorrow but you want to know what you should do when that happens?’

‘What?’ You asked, removing your face from his chest to look him into his deep eyes with bleary eyes, practically melting into his touch when his hands moved to cup your face, rubbing his thumbs across your cheeks free of tear streaks. ‘Get back up.’ Hobie tells you. ‘Get back up because the fight ain’t over and it’ll never be over if you decide to give up now.’ He then sighs as he presses his head against yours in order to get closer to you. ‘Look I know it’s hard to keep going when they’re no longer here to root for us, to be there for us when we lick our wounds but it’ll only ever feel like that because you actively choose to stop remembering them, to stop honouring their memory within your heart, stop remembering their love and stop seeing them in everything they’ve touched, that’s when you know true loneliness. But your brother is still here,’ Hobie then brought one of your hands and pressed it against your chest to where your heart lied.

‘He’s right here and he will always be here, I will always be here for you in the moments you seemed to have lost your fighting spirit, to loose the willpower to keep going because I’ll happily carry you on my back until you do because that’s what we do, not only as Spider-Men but humans also. It’s practically in our nature.’ Just as Hobie was about to pull his hand off of yours, you were quick to grasp his hand and pulled it back towards you but only to place it over your heart, pressing you own hand atop of his to keep him there. There was a lot you wanted to tell Hobie that could wait until you were in a much better situation but even then you still had a lump in your throat that hindered your ability to speak your mind freely; which never usually happens when you’re with Hobie and it seemed as though he had caught onto this as well as he smiled reassuringly. ‘It’s okay, take your time.’

‘Will you stay with me? Just for a little while longer.’ You finally asked, racked with nervousness and anxiety as you fiddled with his fingers for his response. Hobie’s smile widens as he closed his eyes, brushing his nose against yours all the while making sure to keep you close in his embrace. ‘I’ll stay even long after you’re done needing me because I will always be standing in your corner, pretty boy.’

[quinnyundertow]

Picking up the Pieces

For my bby Choso

MANGA SPOILERS BELOW

Angst with a happy ending, Hurt/Comfort

1,800 Words

Summary:

The fight with Sukuna has finally ended. Before he’s wisked off the battlefield the boy named Yuji begs you to try and save what’s left of his older brother.

AN:

I have been drowning in writers block. The manga has me so damn depressed and the one I want to live most right now is our baby Choso. He deserves to live that domestic life he never got to feel. Best big brother ever.

Picking up the Pieces

Choso had thought for sure he had died. No he definitely died. He had protected his little brother with his life. There wasn’t a more noble way to die. Now his brother would have the chance to thrive and grow old. Find a first love, have his first kiss, buy his first home. Have children that would have called him uncle Chocho. Never mind that Choso never had the chance to do any of those things either. Yuji would have the chance that he never did; and that made it all worthwhile.

“I’ve got you, just hold on.” Someone is talking to him. The voice is what he imagines angels sound like. Do curses get to go to heaven? Maybe death won’t be so bad. “Don’t you dare die on me.”

He’s so tired. More tired than he’s ever been in his existence. A part of him is annoyed you keep shaking him awake. Just let him rest for a minute. “Yuji needs you, so you can’t give up yet.”

Yuji? Who’s Yuji and why did he-? Yuji. Yuji! He takes a gasping breath in as his chest keeps getting harshly pushed on. He doesn’t know what CPR is but it’s painful. You keep pushing against his broken ribs. Don’t you know that’s excruciating? Wait, what about Yuji? “Yuji?” The words come out strangled and almost too low to hear.

“Holy shit you’re alive.” Your voice breaks with a mixture of relief and joy. “We're not out of the woods yet but damn it but we’ll get there!”

He tries to ask for Yuji again but all that escapes is a hacking cough from all the smoke he inhaled during his fight with Sukuna.

Thankfully, you somehow manage to understand and respond accordingly, “Oh, right. Yeah, Yuji is okay. Better than okay. Well I mean they rushed him to Shoko, our healer, but he’s gonna be okay. He’s not a vessel anymore. They won. I don’t know how they pulled it off but they won.”

The wave of relief that washes over him is visible. Your voice is coming in a little panicked now, “Woah, woah, woah! Nope! Yuji is okay but he still needs you. When they rushed him off he was asking for you. He begged me to save you. Said you’re the best big brother in the world.” Your tone warbles and his face feels wet. At least he thinks it does. Are you crying? Why are you crying? He’s a curse. You’re presumably one of Yuji’s companions, a sorcerer. Shouldn’t you want him dead? He’s straining to try and make out your features but you look like a shadow on a curtain or static on a tv. Are his eyes even open? Does it matter? He feels so nice, so warm. You’re cradling him and he can’t help but wonder if this is what his mothers love would have felt like. If his father wasn’t a rapist and if he hadn’t been born a monster.

“Shit, shit, shit. I’m losing him again!” Your voice is shrill and screaming as you wake him up again. You’re yelling names he doesn’t know, “Nitta! Nitta!” The sound is fading out. He can’t hear anything now. That’s alright. It’s perfect to go back to sleep to. He’s so warm and lovingly held. Just a little nap, well..maybe a long one. A nice long sleep.

~~

“I’ve got you, just hold on.” Your fingers keep slipping as you’re trying to do chest compressions. There’s just so much blood. The entire area reeks of it. Blood, smoke, dust. Smells of a battlefield. His pulse is so slow you’re not sure if it’s stopped or not. “Don’t you dare die on me.” This was bad. The worst you’ve ever seen. His body is so burnt and mutilated at this point he isn’t able to regenerate like a curse normally would. You try to infuse him with your cursed energy but it’s like his body doesn’t know what to do with it. It’s trying to shut down and you’re here telling it to work harder.

You can’t give up though. You’ve barely met the man in front of you but you know Yuji. As Shoko rushed Yuji off the battlefield his eyes had met yours. Choso’s name on his lips, his eyes a plea. “Please, Cho- tell him he’s the best big brother I could have asked for.”

The pain in Yuji’s eyes had been so raw. So visceral. Not even knowing what you were agreeing to you had yelled to Yuji, “I’ll do everything I can!”

So here you are. You aren’t sure if your reverse curse is even doing anything at this point. There are so many disconnected pieces of tissue. Blood vessels and veins so destroyed there is nothing left to repair. Nowhere for your technique to start. You can’t create something from nothing. He’s not breathing. Chest compressions. You’re throwing all the strength you have left into them. You vaguely remember someone saying you should push to the beat of “Staying Alive”. The song feels inappropriate in your head but it helps your timing. At least you hope it does.

The curse lying on the ground has given everything for his brother. Now you need him to live for himself. Grunting with exertion you manage to say, “Yuji needs you, so you can’t give up yet.”

When the corpse in front of you gasps you’re momentarily stunned. When are you supposed to stop chest compressions? Now? He’s hacking and you're trying to help him clear his airway. You're shocked he has an airway. Sukuna had practically obliterated him with flames. His lips are moving. You feel your cursed energy finally managed to find something inside of him it can work with.

Hands under his underarms, you pull. He’s not as heavy as you expected. Of course he isn't, he doesn't have anything left below the knees. You’ve managed to get his head resting on your thighs as you sit in the crumbling city turned battleground. He manages to croak out one word. “Yuji?” The word comes out strangled and almost too low to hear.

“Holy shit you’re alive.” Your voice breaks with a mixture of relief and joy. He would ask about his brother when he’s the one who is holding on by a thread. “We're not out of the woods yet but damn it we’ll get there!”

He’s giving this terrifying sounding cough that’s more liquid than air; but to cough means he has something there to cough with. His eyes open and his pupils are unfocused and blown. They don’t respond at all to light.

His brows are furrowing in panic when you don’t immediately respond, “Oh, right. Yeah, Yuji is okay. Better than okay. Well I mean they rushed him to Shoko, our healer but he’s gonna be okay. He’s not a vessel anymore. They won. I don’t know how they pulled it off but they won.”

His lip somehow manages to curl into a hint of a smile. He must not be able to feel any pain due to all the adrenaline. He’s relaxing against you and his eyes are closing. “Woah, woah, woah! Nope! Yuji is okay but he still needs you. When they rushed him off he was asking for you. He begged me to save you. Said you’re the best big brother in the world.” Your tone warbles and you’re yelling at yourself to hold it together. Tears fall from your visage on to his. You want to at least comfort him in his potential final moments.

Your hands go to rest on his cheeks. Your fingers lightly caressing him as you continue to give everything you have left in yourself to heal him. You brush his dark sweaty bangs off his forehead. His eyes open partially again staring into the sky. He’s rejecting your cursed energy again. “Shit, shit, shit. I’m losing him again!” You have to make an executive decision. You had been trying to give him the strength to kickstart his own regenerative capabilities but there’s not enough energy in him anymore to utilize it. You have to stop the bleeding. You have to sacrifice his legs below the knee if he’s going to survive. Rather than regrow the limbs like he normally would you focus purely on closing every open wound you can find. FUCK. Where is Shoko? Where is Arata Nitta? Someone? Anyone? There are too many wounded and dying. Not enough healers. Never enough healers.

A streak of platinum blonde hair in the distance catches your gaze, “Nitta! Nitta!” He was one of your underclassmen before you graduated. The Kyoto school is small enough to where everyone knows everyone. Nita’s looking for you in the rubble, unable to tell where your voice is coming from at first. “Arata!” His eyes lock on yours and he’s sprinting through the chaos. He looks like a track star the way he’s jumping building detritus like they’re hurdles.

He’s leaning over you trying to find where you are bleeding from but it’s all Choso’s blood. At least you think it is. “Can you help him?” Nitta’s face jerks down to what he had thought was a corpse in your arms.

He’s shaking his head no but he’s doing the movements for his technique. It won’t heal the curse hybrid but it will buy him time and at this point you’ll take anything you can get.

There’s a sharp tug in your gut as your cursed energy feels like it’s suddenly being siphoned out of you. You originally couldn’t find any of Choso’s energy to help him. Now large lifesaving gulps of your cursed energy flow into the man fighting for his life on your lap. You gasp in pain as you try to limit the amount of energy you are giving out at once. Choso’s not even conscious but instinctually his body is struggling like it’s drowning and you're the life preserver.

Nitta looks panicked, “He’s going to kill you!” You can’t afford to pass out now there are so many more people that need healing. Choso is unconsciously pulling you under with him. “This is a curse. It feeds off our kind. He’ll take from you until there’s nothing left.”

Shit. You feel like you’re going to faint. Choso’s eyelids are fluttering, they open as if seeing you for the first time. He’s clearly still delirious as his onyx eyes look at you confused. You visibly flinch, a groan in pain leaving you as he takes more of your energy. Understanding clicks in his brain and the rapid siphoning of your energy abruptly stops. Nitta is calling your name.

Nitta tries to pull you away from Choso so he can’t cling to your energy again, but you refuse to budge. You're not sure if Choso is even conscious despite his eyes jerkily roaming your face. Caressing Choso’s brow, you lean over him. Your lips are near his ear as you murmur comforting words. “I’ve got you. Everything is going to be okay.”

Chapter 2

AN:

If people want more I’ll continue. It just flowed out so here it is. Please don’t comment if you don’t have anything nice to say.

[sleepysnk]

a/n: this is the official part three of my mini series? idk, but i decided to make another part because i was having serious hanma brainrot! i hope you all enjoy 🫶🏻

pairings: hanma shuji x fem!reader

warnings: modern au, college au, nsfw, smut, hanma is reader’s older brothers best friend, car sex, praising, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, use of pet names (baby, babydoll), creampie, breeding kink, choking, small mention of spanking.

part one + part two.

best you had ft. hanma shuji

“Stay the fuck away from my sister.”

Hanma recalled that day like it had happened just a few hours prior. He can remember every single detail of your brother’s angry face when he caught the two of you fucking in your bedroom at his birthday party. Hanma didn’t mean for the two of you to get caught, but you were both too caught up in your bliss to even think about letting up and pausing. It was just too good for either of you to stop.

He was ordered by your brother to completely sever all ties with you. 

Hanma tried his best to plead his case. He claimed that it was the only time you had hooked up, which was a complete lie, but your brother didn’t care. He was furious with not just Hanma, but with you as well. You got an ear full from your sibling the second Hanma had left the house. Your brother had spouted so much crap about not messing with his friends, and he thought you had learned that the second you had arrived at university. It was so bad, your brother didn’t speak to you for almost three weeks. The only time you communicated was when you would go home from college to see your parents. 

Hanma’s friendship with your brother had been completely tarnished. He knew this was a fact when he saw that your sibling had completely blocked him on every known social media he had him on. He also refused to speak with him in person and slammed the door in his face when he made attempts to talk. 

He was annoyed. They had been friends since they were teenagers, but he couldn’t lie, Hanma wouldn’t be sure if he could ever forgive his friend if he banged his sister at his birthday party. 

You honestly believed that you wouldn’t see Hanma again. Any time you crossed paths, Hanma wouldn’t say anything. He’d just glance at you and keep walking. You assumed that he was fulfilling the wish your brother had desired him to grant. However, you thought it was complete bullshit. You were allowed to fuck around with whoever you wanted. It wasn’t your brother’s business either. Though, in some aspects, it could be considered his business since Hanma was his best friend. 

But, knowing Hanma, he wasn’t gonna let you slip out of his grasp that easily. 

In all honesty, you weren’t that surprised that he had eventually reached out to you a few weeks after the incident at your brother's birthday. 

You were shocked when Hanma had pulled you into the backseat and buried his cock inside you.

It was supposed to be a regular conversation. He wanted to clear up everything and talk with you about the whole situation. It had been a while since he had actually sat down and spoke with you one on one. However, his intentions went in the opposite direction as soon as you sat down in his passenger seat. Everything he fucking adored about you was sitting right in front of him.

Fucking you was like taking in a fresh breath of air. He could never get enough and every time he thrusted he only craved more.

He had his parked in an empty lot. It was the dead of night and the streets were a ghost town except for the two of you. He didn’t give a single fuck if someone had came by. He missed you. Oh my God, he missed you so fucking bad. Your pretty body was like a treasure he wanted to selfishly keep to himself. 

You were sitting on top of him. Hanma’s hands were exploring and dragging along every curvature on your body. His cock was bullying your walls and hitting that spot that made your brain turn into fog. You didn’t know you needed him that badly. It wasn’t until he pushed his dick inside you that you realized how much you craved this man and his touch. Nobody else compared to what Hanma did for you. He fucked you better than anybody else. 

Fuck, he knew how soaked you were. Every time he rutted his hips, your pussy squelched and made sopping noises. It turned him on so much. He knew you were desperate for him, but he didn’t think it was that bad. 

Your foreheads were against one another. The car had become quite feverish since the two of you started. Sweat dripped from Hanma’s body from the heat, and a layer of fog had covered the windows beside you. That didn’t stop him from giving you the absolute time of your life. “Fuck.. missed this pussy so much, baby.” he trailed one of his hands down your waist towards your hip. “You miss me too, hm? I think you did, princess..” 

Your fingernails sank into the skin of his shoulder. All you felt was pure ecstasy from his pace. You couldn’t lie, you missed Hanma more than anything. “Yes! ‘Missed you so much, Hanma..” you whined, looking into his golden eyes that you could get lost in. 

Punishment squeezed the flesh of your hip, while sin had wrapped around your throat. He never got tired of how gorgeous you appeared before him whenever he had you like this. Your glossy lips, hazy eyes, he could film this shit forever and replay it like it was a movie and he’d still find things to enjoy. How could he not though? There was so much about you that he thought was beautiful. 

Hanma hissed when your walls spasmed around his cock. That had to be your second orgasm since the two of you had gotten started. He wasn’t sure if he’d ever be able to stop. “Shiiitt, yeah that’s it, babydoll. You love this cock, yeah? Does it feel good?” he cooed, wrapping his arm around your waist to bring you closer to him. 

You whined at his dirty talk. His voice was sending waves of pleasure throughout your body, earning many trembled from you. “H-Hanma! It’s so good.. fuck..” your eyes rolled backwards behind your lids. 

Hanma’s hand trailed down your backside, drawing random shapes into your spine. He knew you were overstimulated and drawing near your limit, but he thought that was the hottest thing ever. He missed you way too much to even think about halting his movements inside you. He needed you more than anything else. “I know, baby, I know..” he smooched your plump lips, beginning to quicken his assault on your tired cunt.

Your moans and cries of pleasure began to increase in volume. 

That was the best part of fucking in the backseat of his car. You could be as loud and as messy as you pleased and there would be zero interruptions. 

Hanma’s high was on the way. His cock was twitching inside you, and his balls were starting to tighten up. All he could think about was filling you up nice and full with his cum. The thoughts alone consumed him. He could only smirk devilishly at the ideas inside his brain. Just imagining you going back home with his cum in your womb, possibly leaking down the plush of your thighs. If he wanted to do some damage, he’d send you home to your older brother. A little message to let him know his promise went unfulfilled, and he was going to have to deal with it. 

He quickly shifted around so he had a better angle to hit the spots that made you fall apart. He used both of his hands to hold your hips into place while he started relentlessly fucking himself into you. Your jaw went slack and all you could do was take it. It was so fucking intense you swore the wind was knocked out of you. Your vision was blurred and white stars scattered through your eyes whenever his tip kissed at your g-spot.

Your pussy was making such a huge mess on his cock. A creamy white ring had circled around his dick from how wet you were. He was impressed. He completely underestimated what he was able to do to you with just a few thrusts.

Hanma pulled you close as his orgasm started hurtling towards him. He gritted his teeth from the intensity of the situation before him. There was no fucking way he was going to leave you alone after this. He wanted you. No, he fucking needed you with him. He didn’t give a shit about anybody else but you. Nobody was going to get between that. 

He smacked your ass as he bounced you on his cock. He was so ready to let go. He just couldn’t help himself anymore. “Really thought your shit brother was gonna keep me away from you and – fuck – this pussy? Nah.. this is all mine, babydoll. It’d take the world ending to keep me away from you..” he made you look at him as he spoke, staring directly into your cloudy eyes. 

Hanma then gasped when his climax washed over him. Hot, thick white spurts of his cum filled your pussy and covered your walls with cream. He held your hips down on his cock to make sure none of it slipped out. You whimpered at the sensation of warmth that had filled your abdomen. God, he drove you fucking insane, and you only wanted more. 

He dragged his lips along your lips and the tip of your nose, then up towards your forehead where he left several kisses on your sweaty skin. 

You slumped against his chest, letting your eyes fall shut for a brief moment. The soft music that played in the background filled your ears, but you completely tuned it out the second you lied against him. You were exhausted. You went beyond your limits and even Hanma was aware of that. However, he was in no rush to send you away. He wanted to lay with you just like this.

Maybe he could finally accept that the swell in his chest wasn’t just from having sex, but from the overwhelming feelings he had for you.

[waevrs]

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Pairings: ShieldAgent! Natasha x ShieldAgent!Fem! Reader

Summary: Part two of compromised. Y/N recovers quickly from her injuries but she finds out something about Natasha that could put their relationship at risk. What will happen?

Warnings: Mention of abuse, Injury mention.

Parts: 1 // 2 // 3

My eyes opened and slowly adjusted to the sudden light and the plain walls of the med-bay.

Not dead yet.

I groaned and sit up as someone burst into the room.

"Oh, thank god! I-We thought we lost you." Tony panted and embraced me in a hug. He had become like an older brother to me during my time here.

"Not to rain on your parade or anything but," he pulled away abruptly "Fury said you're off of missions indefinitely."

"What?!" I yelled, despite waking up for the first time in who-knows-how-long.

"He said that you're too reckless and you're always getting hurt so having you on the field is a liability." He revealed, scratching the back of his head.

"What the fuck?!" I growled, throwing my head back into the pillows.

"Hey, I'm only the messenger." He raised his hands in surrender. Just then, Bruce walked in with his clipboard and asked Tony to leave. I jolted up in the bed and swung my legs off of the side.

"I see the way you look at Romanoff." He mouthed to me. I flipped him off and he winked before strutting out of the door.

"Are you alright? No pain or discomfort?" Bruce asked. I shook my head no. I wanted nothing more than the comfort of my warm bed.

"Really?" He asked, unusually shocked.

"Yeah, why?" I chuckled, taking a sip of the water that was on the table next to me.

"You were out for 4 weeks."

"WHAT?!" I spat out the water that was in my mouth. Bruce passed me a napkin and I wiped myself down.

"And during that period I noticed something...off about you." He announced. I look at him confused and he continues.

"Your body seems to have double the amount of cells a normal human has...Maybe that explains why you don't feel your injuries." He started to ramble. Before I can say anything he interjected.

"Do you mind if I do some tests?"

"Uh...Sure." I muttered, unsure as to why he still wanted to test me after finding that out.

In about an hour or so, Bruce wrapped up all the tests he wanted to do on me and was taking them down to the lab, leaving me to drown in my loneliness.

"Hey Bruce, where's Nat?" I asked him before he left.

"Uhm..." He stuttered, surprised by the sudden topic of Natasha "She's on a mission."

"Oh, thank you."

He sent me a small smile and walked out of the room. I sighed and decided to ask JARVIS where exactly she was, seeing as she was injured she shouldn't be allowed to go on another mission.

"Hey JARVIS? Can you find Natasha for me?" I spoke into the air.

"Miss Romanoff seems to be on a stakeout mission with her boyfriend." The A.I replied.

"Would you like me to let her know that you're awake?"

"Uh, yeah. Sure." I murmured.

Boyfriend? How come I didn't know about her boyfriend? I guessed Tony didn't know either or he wouldn't of said, well mouthed, what he did earlier. There was a stabbing pain in my heart and I hated it. I was actually very much in pain from my injuries so this new pain in my heart made it ten times more unbearable.

"JARVIS, one more thing. Call Tony."

"On it Miss L/N."

"What's up pipsqueak?" I heard Tony's voice echo in the room that I was in. I heard things clanging in the background so I guessed he was in the workshop.

"Did you know about Natasha's boyfriend?" I whispered. It was quite embarrassing that I was asking.

"No, I just found out. Why? Are you jealous?" He pouted teasingly.

"I-No. Did she say anything about me? You know, when I was out?" I asked and tried to hide the smile that threatened to break onto my face.

"Aww is little Y/N is love?" He continued to tease.

"Tony." I deadpanned as a warning.

"Yeah, yeah fine. No actually. She hasn't spoken to anyone but her boyfriend and spent the last 3 and a half weeks locked in her room, a little like you really." He told me, occasionally grunting due to working on something.

"Oh..."

"Personally, I think you should just ask her out." He added and although I can't see his smug face, I can tell he was smirking.

"Riiight. Because you're suddenly the connoisseur of love." I rolled my eyes, sarcasm lacing my voice.

"So you are in love with her!"

"Tony! I am not!"

"You totally are! I can hear the giddiness in your voice!"

"Ugh fine! I am in love with her! Okay?" I gave in and announced. I was a little shocked I came out to him like that. I always pictured it over a fancy dinner or something.

"Wait...you are? I-I was kidding." Tony sounded, utterly confused. He was probably scratching the back of his head, something he did on the rare occasion that he got confused.

"Yes. I like her, a lot." I sighed and retreated to my pillows, stuffing my head in them.

"I don't know what advice to give to you, pipsqueak." He muttered under his breath.

"Don't say anything, I'm coming to you." I decided, pushing myself off of the bed and hobbling towards the door, clutching the stitches on my abdomen. How I got that wound? I have no clue.

"No! Wait! You can't get up-"

"JARVIS, hang up the call."

I sighed and limped my way down to the workshop. Pushing open the door, I said something before he did.

"I know, she's in a relationship and I should of told her before but I don't think she's gay, Tony."

"Ohhh she's gay alright." Tony chuckled.

"No, she told me- How are you so sure?" I asked and took a seat beside him while he was working on a suit.

"Trust me. I have good gaydar." He assured smugly.

"Tony. You have to be gay to have gaydar. You're a straight man in a straight- wait..." I began.

"..."

I looked up at him in shock.

"TONY! WHEN WERE YOU GOING TO TELL ME?!" I half-yelled, jumping up and down like a little kid.

"I wasn't because I'm with Pep." He mumbled shyly, which shocked me because this was very unlike him.

We talked about how we found out we were gay, well bi in his case, and people we thought were definitely closeted. He brought up Natasha and I immediately brushed that off and told him all the times I've flirted and she completely freaked out.

"Definitely closeted." He nodded.

"Tony." I looked at him disappointed. Why does he think that?

"I'm just saying!" He defended "Maybe she freaked out on you because she realised she has those feelings for you and she doesn't know how to deal with them."

I hummed to let him know that I was listening and he continued.

"It happens to the best of us. Maybe she thinks that the team won't accept her."

"So that explains why every time I flirted with her she went and slept with any random man in the same night." I huffed sarcastically and raised my eyebrows.

"Yeah, actually. She could be trying to block out the things she feels for you because she's scared what the others will think." He suggested, finishing up what he was working on.

"The big bad Black Widow? Afraid what other people think of her? Bullshit." I scoffed. I couldn't believe what Tony was trying to say.

"She may seem like a heartless bitch, but honestly she's a big softie." He laughed and I couldn't help the smile that broke onto my face.

"Aww you're smiling." Tony teased me for like the fifth time that day.

"Shut up." I pouted and hit his shoulder playfully.

A comfortable silence set between us. Well, silence apart from Tony's AC/DC music playing in the background while he worked. I sat in the chair swinging my legs until he handed me two bracelets, one that lets me bring up JARVIS' database to help me with cases, and another one that allowed me to equip my new suit with the press of the button on the bracelet.

"Woah, thanks Tony. I don't know what to say." I thanked him and gave him a hug.

"Thank me when you and Romanoff are together." He winked at me and went back to working on something. That man was always working.

"I'll see you later Tony." I smiled and hobbled my way out of the workshop and back to where I was supposed to be, the med-bay. I turned the corner and continued on my way.

"Babe. I told you I'm fine. I dealt with them, didn't I."

My head shot up when I heard her voice. She was battered and bruised and obviously hurting but she was being as stubborn as always. My eyes then travelled to the man who stood next to her.

And I froze.

I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Natasha was with him of all people.

All the memories came flooding back, what he'd do to me if he didn't like what I said.

I never would have thought that I would end up dating him. It began with passion and excitement, just like any other romantic relationship. The relationship, however, developed down a dark and sinister path that I could not have anticipated.

At first, he was kind and considerate, admiring and flattering me. But he quickly began to show his true colours. He became obsessive and domineering, insisting on knowing every detail of my existence. He shut me off from my friends and family, making me feel like he was the only person I had left. He slowly destroyed my confidence by criticising my accomplishments and making me doubt my worth.

The emotional abuse was relentless. He manipulated my emotions, making me feel guilty for his own shortcomings and failures. His words cut like knives, leaving me feeling small and powerless. I became trapped in a cycle of fear, always walking on eggshells, afraid of setting him off.

As the relationship progressed, the abuse escalated to physical violence. His anger would explode without warning, and I would bear the brunt of his rage. The bruises and scars I carried became a painful reminder of the pain he inflicted upon me. I lived in constant fear, never knowing when the next outburst would occur.

Leaving him was one of the most difficult decisions I've ever made. The process of breaking free from his control was filled with obstacles and challenges. Even after we ended the relationship, he continued to harass and stalk me, invading my privacy and making me feel unsafe.

Rebuilding my life after such a traumatic experience has been a long and arduous journey. I've sought therapy and support to heal the emotional wounds and regain my sense of self-worth. It has taken time to learn to trust again, to believe that I deserve love and respect.

I'm still trying to wrap my head around the fact that Natasha was dating...

My psycho, abusive ex.

[artiststarme]

Hey Brother Part 2

Here is the long-awaited Part 2 of Hey Brother! I don't know how many parts it will be but I will make sure to keep everything updated. I tried to tag everyone that asked but if I missed you, please let me know. I hope you guys like it!

~*~*~*~

They didn’t get to say goodbye. Even with Phil speeding down the expressway at 90 mph, it wasn’t enough to be able to see their grandma before she passed. With one look into the room, Steve knew it was too late. The rest of the family was already there, surrounding her sheet-covered body with tears in their eyes and damp Kleenex clutched in their fists. They’d just missed her. Steve took one look around the room before storming back outside. 

Why couldn’t he ever do anything right? Tonight was supposed to be a fun, relaxing night and ended up being nothing short of a horror show. His boyfriend thought he was bullshit, his grandma was dead, and his entire family now knew that he was a piece of shit that missed being able to say goodbye. Fuck, why couldn’t anything ever go well for him?!

Steve punched the brick wall next to him, not even noticing the pain, and slid down the wall to hug his knees. He sobbed as he thought about how he’d never hear his grandma’s voice again or feel her love through gentle touches that no one else ever quite managed to match. He hadn’t visited her as much as he’d wanted to recently due to the craziness of the last few months. Did she know he loved her? He wasn’t there with her in her last moments so how could she have known? The thought brought a new wave of tears into his eyes and his knees just barely muffled his sobs of pain. Oh god, his grandma was dead and he hadn’t said goodbye to her. 

Steve felt strong arms wrap around his shoulders and struggled slightly to escape the grasp before quickly succumbing. It was just Phil, his older brother who had also missed his chance to stay goodbye to her because of Steve. His older brother that had wanted to move closer to his grandma and aunt years ago but had stayed in Hawkins for Steve. He stayed so Steve wouldn’t be alone in the empty house that his parents rarely visited. The reminder only served to make Steve feel worse. 

“Phil, I’m so so-sorry! This-this is my f-fault. You didn’t get to say go-goodbye to her because of me! I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry…”

Phil just hugged him closer and shook his head into his hair. There were tears streaking down his face as well and the lenses of his glasses were fogged. He didn’t say anything in response, there was nothing that he could say to make the situation any better. Nothing was going to bring their grandma back or stop their hearts from hurting. But he could sit on the dirty floor of the hospital corridor and hug his brother with all of his might. That he could do and that he did. 

~*~*~*~

Phil watched Steve talk to his parents through the windowed walls of the waiting room. With every word his mom or Dick uttered, Steve seemed to shrink in on himself even more. They were obviously mad at him for not getting there in time to say goodbye to her and Phil wasn’t going to stand for that. So he made his way in to talk to his mom and stepdad for the first time since being kicked out ten years ago. 

“Hey, why are you screaming at him? Haven’t you done enough? Just let him grieve in peace, Jesus Christ.”

Martha spun around to look at him and gasped when she saw him. He was still in his police uniform having not had the chance to change yet in the fray. Knowing that that was the reason she disowned him made him feel all the more vindicated. 

Her face paled when she realized it was him and she muttered a quiet, “Phil?”

Dick stepped around Martha to point an accusing finger in his face. “What the hell are you doing here, Phil? You’re not family and you’re not supposed to be turning our son against us either!”

“Get your finger out my face, you dick. I’m here because my grandma was dying and my brother needed me. Now, step back or I’ll arrest you whether we’re in my jurisdiction or not,” Phil told him. He couldn’t actually arrest him or do anything more than annoy him outside of Hawkins but the threat did seem to land where he wanted it to. Dick ambled back a step and glared between him and Steve. As if it was their fault their parents sucked. 

Martha started hissing unintelligible nonsense to her husband so Phil focused back on Steve. His kid brother was still shaking as if the adrenaline of speeding all the way up here was still flooding his veins and his trademark hair was hanging against his forehead limply as if it too couldn’t handle the stress of dealing with the Harringtons. 

Phil couldn’t help him in the parent department but he could make sure he was looked after the best he could. 

“Come on Steve-o, I got us a motel room up the street. Let’s get some rest and handle things in the morning,” he picked up Steve’s jacket as he spoke and nudged his shoulder to get him moving. 

“What?” Steve asked him in confusion. “What about mom and dad?”

“I’m sure they’ll figure it out, they always do. But they’re not my concern right now, okay? You are. So right now, I’m going to take you to Denny’s for some food and then we’re going to get some sleep at the motel. We’ll figure everything else out later. Sound good, little bro?”

Steve just nodded at him with the ghost of a smile. “Yeah, sounds good.”

~*~*~*~

Eddie knew he had fucked up. As soon as Steve walked through the door, he knew he’d messed everything up, just like he always did. He knew Steve was sensitive about high school happenings and people calling him bullshit but he’d still done it. What kind of boyfriend did that make him? Not a very good one, clearly.

He rehearsed apologies all night instead of sleeping, determined to fix things with Steve as soon as the sun rose. He couldn’t stand the idea of Steve being mad at him or upset for any longer than he had to be. It felt like it was a contest being in a relationship with Steve. He was the perfect boyfriend and made Eddie feel inferior in every aspect without even trying. Eddie felt like he was constantly playing catch-up and just as he started to get close to where he should be, he’d fuck everything up and go back to the starting point.

At half past three in the morning, Eddie couldn’t wait any longer. He wrote a barely legible note for Wayne and sped off towards Loch Nora. Knowing Steve, he wouldn’t be sleeping either. After the Upside Down, it was hard for them to sleep alone hence why they spent so many nights together. The image of Steve laying in bed alone with tears stained on his cheeks only made Eddie feel worse. Holy fuck, he had a lot to make up for. 

But when he pulled the van up to the Harrington house, all the lights were off. Even the porch light that Steve always kept on was dark and Eddie got a bad feeling. Something was off here, he could tell. Nausea swirled in his gut and his chest felt tight, something was wrong. 

Eddie parked his van in the driveway behind the Beemer and pulled out the key that Steve had given him to open the front door. Everything appeared to be fine as he walked through. The foyer was as spotless as it always was, the living room was clean, and the kitchen was untouched. But when Eddie walked into Steve’s empty bedroom, it looked like a bomb had gone off. Steve was missing, his clothes were scattered all over the floor, and his bed was made like it hadn’t been slept in. Jesus Christ, had Eddie run Steve out of town?! 

Eddie ran out of the Harrington house like a bat out of hell and sped all the way to the Hopper-Byers’ where he pounded on the door until Hopper answered it with threats of violence. He couldn’t focus on the horror dawning on Will’s face or El, the panicked glances between Jonathan and Joyce, or the aggrieved sigh that Hop let out. All Eddie could focus on was the fact that this was his fault. He was the one who yelled at Steve over some stupid game and caused him to leave. Now, Steve was missing. He was alone and Eddie couldn’t blame anyone but himself. 

Hopper promised to look for him right away even though Steve was probably just off sulking somewhere. He even called in Officer Powell early and tried to call Officer Callahan too but he didn’t answer. He left with his gun, an extra large thermos of coffee, and a promise to Eddie that he would find Steve. Then, Eddie was left with the Byers to try and explain the stupid argument he’d started that caused this entire mess in the first place. 

He just hoped that Hopper could find Steve soon because he didn’t think he could function anymore without Steve by his side.

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[minidodds]

“You’re a joke is what you are. You’re nothing but a freak to them. Redneck trash. It’s all you are. Yea, they’re laughing at you behind your back. You know that, don’t you? One of these days they’re doing to scrape you off their heels like you was dog shit. They ain’t your kin, your blood. Ain’t nobody ever going to care about you except me, little brother.”

Daryl’s hallucination of his brother was a reflection of his innermost insecurities surrounding his newfound group. They’d never see him as more than the trash he was always told he was, right? That’s what Merle made sure Daryl knew: he was an outsider. Love wasn’t in the cards for a Dixon.

His father whipped him because he was an inconvenience, a mistake. Merle often reminded Daryl how he would never be a real man, thereby he needed his older brother to show him how to be one. But no matter how hard he tried to mirror his brother’s lessons, he could tell his attempts never satisfied the older Dixon. If he failed his brother, then there was no point of trying to fit in with these strangers, to attempt to gain their friendship or even acceptance.

Daryl would yell and cuss. He would storm off and keep his distance. It’s how his family communicated. There were no apologies, no kind words after a blow-out. The Dixon men just walked it off, because only a weak, pathetic man would get upset over insults…right?

“Brother, take my hand.”

Oh, how the tides have turned. The man he wanted to murder when he first laid eyes on him for hurting his only remaining family had now become his brother, the man who cared about him like no other. The brother Daryl would never give up on.

Daryl was loyal to Merle…to a fault. Merle was the only person who tolerated Daryl, and that’s love, right? The only kind of love Daryl was sure he would ever receive.

The guilt Daryl felt for not being able to rescue Merle in Atlanta ate away at him every day. Yet he could never admit to himself that a part of him felt relief and even pride in trying to grow into his own man.

Yet Rick…he was different. When Daryl lost Rick, a day did not go by when he felt at ease while not knowing if his brother was dead or alive. The loss ate away at him, leaving him unable to be in the vicinity his people. Even if nobody blamed him, he could not face Michonne or Judith while their Brave Man wasn’t safely at home.

What Daryl wouldn’t do for his chosen family…

“You deserve a happy ending, too.”

A decade. A whole decade spent building a family. Carol, who went out of her way to visit him at his shabby shack by the river. Judith and RJ, who would always greet him with the tightest hugs their little bodies could manage. Aaron, who from the start knew to give Daryl his space yet would never let Daryl feel abandoned nor unappreciated.

Who knew that the collapse of civilization would give Daryl the family he wouldn't dare to dream of having.

[usernameforaboredcat]

Head Over Heels (Law X TomBoyF!Reader)

(A little dabble I thought while taking a piss 🥺👉🏻👈🏻 like 3 minutes ago)

Warnings⚠: None

[Part 1/?]

Law meets Luffys older (by like a year) sister who honestly the type of girl he’d imagine being the big sister to the Straw Hat and BOY is she just fiiiiiiiine!

3 brothers!

Imagine growing up with 3 idiot brothers with only one of them being less stupid. Fist fights, rolling around in mud and dirt, covered in blood from hunting, needing a bath every night to not get sick. Haha God I love those idiots!

~

Law doesn’t know why he’s here, walking down a random street on a random island with the idiot Straw Hat Luffy. As the two walk, Luffy lets out a loud yell as he sees a familiar older girl walking down the street. “HEEEEEEY! (YYYYY/NNN)!”. He calls way too loudly, drawing the attention of everyone including the girl. She turns in confusion, the gasps as she looks over with wide eyes and a bright smile.

Luffy jolts off over to the girl, the Captain of the Heart Pirates groaning as he slowly walks to catch up. He sees her wearing baggy long pants and a bikini, saddles and a small pack bag through the belt parts of her pants. Luffy jumps and hugs her, who hugs him back. “No way! It’s so good to see you again little dude!”. She greets him. “I’ve missed you so much!”. Luffy cries. (Y/n) pulls off the younger kid, putting him in a headlock as she ruffles his hair with his knuckles.

“You little fuck! I thought your ass was dead you little shit! Scared me half to death! I swore I saw the light!”. She snaps at him angrily, tightening her hold as he starts to choke. “I-I’m sorry! Please don’t kill me!”. Luffy breathes out, spazzing in her hold.

The Heart Pirate Captain finally catches up, looking at the two with a raised eyebrow. “The hell are you?”. (Y/n) asks the taller man, looking up at him. A thump goes through his whole body, strange. “Th-this is my friend!”. Luffy chokes out, now trying to pull her arm away. “No shit! Can’t believing you made a friend that isn’t some 30 year old guy!”. She says happily.

Law looks at his now turning blue friend, his cheeks reddening at the sign of his face so squished against her boob. “Hope this little turd hasn’t been too much of a pain in the ass”. She tells him, finally letting go of Luffy to let him fall to the ground. ‘Yes, he has been a giant pain in my fucking ass’. “No, not at all”. He responds. ‘Damn it!’.

She then hums, getting on her tippy toes and leans right up into his face. “Holy crap! You’re that Law guy! I heard about you! Your bounty is like crazy high at like 3,000,000,000 berries!”. She points out in shock. “Yeah! Isn’t he awesome!”. Luffy cheers, now back on his feet. “It is quite impressive, I must say”. She hums, holding her chin with her hand as she nods.

“Uh…th-thanks”. He mutters, gripping the brim of his hat to lower it to hide his slowly growing blush. ‘What’s with this woman? Why am I like this? Damn it!’. “So, whatchu up to these days?”. Luffy asks his older sister, the two turning to each other. “Oh ya know, just traveling around looking for anything to do! Probably doing the least to piss off the old man out of us kids”. She answers, leaning with her hand on her hip.

“How bout you? I’ve seen that your bounty has only been goin up so ya still trying to be King of the Pirates?”. She asks. “Yep! And it’s only gonna go up and I’m gonna be king!”. He responds happily. She chuckles at her little brother. “I believe it! Remember I’ve been your number one supporter since day one”. She reminds him, nudging his arms with her elbow.

She then turns back to the other captain, feeling an arrow go through his heart when her eyes meet his. “Mind if I hang with you guys for a while? Just for a bit, I wanna catch up with my baby brother”. She asks him oh so kindly. Law felt as if his heart stopped, chocking and spitting out his own spit. Luffy laughs at his reaction while his sister just stares.

She reaches into her bag and pulls out a handkerchief, holding it out to him. “Do you…need this?”. She asks nervously, never really seeing a guy act like this before in her life. “Uh…”. He takes the handkerchief from her, feeling the soft fabric on his fingers. “Thanks”. He thanks, raising it to clean his face. “Oh man! You should have seen your face!”. Luffy laughs at his older friend.

He holds the handkerchief back to her, her hand grazing his as she takes it back. Her finger tips are as soft as silk, her fingers smoothly sliding off his. Laws nose suddenly bursts, blood gushing out his nose like a hose. “Holy crap!”. The girl yelps, jumping back while Luffy bursts out laughing again. “Hahaha! Now you’re like Sanji!”. He laughs, holding his stomach from all his laughing.

(Y/n) looks at her brother with a concerned expression. “Is he uh…usually like this?”. She asks him. “Hehehe, nope!”. He simply answers. All Law can do it turn away from the two, his face a dark beet red. Never in his life has he been this embarrassed just because of some girl. (Y/n) leans over so she can whisper in Luffys ear. “Should I leave and we catch up a different time?”. She whisper asks him, causing the younger boy to turn and look at her.

“No no it’s fiiiine! Just give him a minute”. He reassures her. She hums as she leans away from her baby brother, then just to lean back over. “He said he acts like a friend of yours, what’s he like?”. She asks him. “Oh you mean Sanji? He usually acts like that around girls, he really likes girls”. Luffy answer. Oh…OH!!! Oh~. “Oh I see~”. She coos, leaning away from her little brother again.

“Huh? Get what?”. Luffy questions. (Y/n) then grabs Laws hand, gaining his attention and causing him to freeze in place. “So Law, are you here for long? Perhaps we can meet up and you can tell me some stories of dumb shit my baby brother has done?”. She asks him, sending him a little wink. His nose starts to bleed again, but he’s able to muster out a nod. “Cool! Now why don’t we go somewhere nice and chat!?”. She says happily, linking arms with her brother and dragging the two down the street.

Trafalgar Law, Died Age 26

Death By Blood Loss & Heart Attack Caused By Luffys Hot Older Sister

[loakismine]

My first

Pairing’s: Lo’ak x metkayina!Reader

Summary: Lo’ak wanted you to be his first everything and you were all for it.

Warnings: none other than flirty Lo’ak, and some tension

Word count: 1,436

Everything to Lo’ak seemed beautiful and better beneath the surface especially the sea life, oh and not to mention you. The way the water surrounded you and made your skin almost glow in such a beautiful way made him smile. He saw the light from above almost create a spotlight for you as if nothing mattered but you. Your hair floated almost perfectly in the water some braids went up and others stayed with your curls. Your arms swayed to keep you in place underneath the water your eyes were glistening from the light above. Lo’ak couldn’t help but watch your gorgeous figure move with the water. He was so inlove with you. It was something he hated to admit and wouldn’t admit it first.

He grabbed your arm and pulled you close to him as a swarm of fish swam infront of the both of you causing the light from above to almost flicker through the water. The light would come and go in different colors due to the scaled fish that swam by. The both of you swam back up and he gave you a wide smile. Smiling back you splashed water on his face and swam as fast as you could towards the shallow part of the waters. He caught up and you helped him up out of the water. “That was fun did you see the fish!” He said in such enthusiasm as you pushed the hair that was stuck to your back to the front of your body on your shoulders. “Yes Lo’ak!” Was the light response you gave him and he watched as you walked away from him he sighed and followed before he was pushed back by Neteyam.

“Hey man let her take a breather from you!” Neteyam spoke with laughter. Lo’ak rolled his eyes before pushing on his older brothers shoulder. “Your such an idiot Neteyam! This could’ve been my chance!” He sighed and looked down. “Don’t beat yourself up there will be plenty of chances Bro.” He said as he patted on Lo’aks chest repeatedly. “Now come on we gotta eat man!” Neteyam said while running towards Kiri who stood from afar. Lo’ak looked behind his shoulder before shrugging off.

Sitting down with his family he couldn’t help but smile at the memories from a few hours ago. Kiri kept a close eye on him knowing exactly what was going on. She eyed down Neteyam too and he gave her a look to not bring up whatever she was thinking of in her tiny head. She looked back at Lo’ak with a smirk on her smug face. “Soo.. Lo’ak how’s it with you know who??” Kiri said before she was pinched by Neteyam. Jake looked up from his food and over to his older kids. “What’s with it guys?” He asked and Neytiri stared at them in confusion. “Mm.. nothing your sons just inlove with a pwetty pwincess!” Kiri mocked and ended up getting smacked by Lo’ak. She rubbed her noggin and Jake warned them to stop.

“Lo’ak?” He knew exactly what was going to be asked by his mother Neytiri. “Who is this girl?” She asked as she looked up from helping Tuk finish up her last bite. Lo’ak threw his head back and sighed deeply giving Kiri a look. “She’s just a girl I met. Her name is Y/n mom and I like her im not in love.” He stated while looking back at Kiri all while mouthing “you’re dead.” She giggled and stuck her tongue out at him. “Well that’s good maybe you could become the next leader.” Neytiri spoke as she looked over at Jake. “Yeah we will see about that if Neteyam doesn’t win that spot first.” Lo’ak hissed at his brother who sat opposite of him. “Well let’s not get too ahead of ourselves. Now eat.” Was the last word spoken at dinner before they all went to sleep. Yet Lo’ak couldn’t sleep when all he could think about was you, it was as if you were invading his headspace and he wouldn’t lie and say he didn’t like it. With the talk of being the next leader he wasn’t even sure if that’s what he would even want. He knew that above all things he’d do it with you by his side. But that would be tough considering the fact that your not from his clan your from the Metkayina clan! There was no way in hell your parents would ever allow it. He would probably have to live with that.

The next day was a great day already because it started with you. He saw you after eating breakfast with his family. You both went for another swim adventure together still teaching him the way of the water. By the end of it you couldn’t stop giggling because Lo’ak couldn’t take control over his ilu under the water. He was a little mad he still hadn’t gotten the hang of it yet. It was beginning to get dark and you took him to your favorite place where the flowers glowed and the water reflected beautiful colors all around. The waterfalls in the distance had a pretty teal glow to them. You smiled everytime you walked into this place. It had surrounding walls of rock and it was opened up at the top to where you could see the night stars and the moons that surround Pandora. The stars from above lit your face perfectly according to Lo’ak. He looked over at your hands and then his. He was a complete outcast to the rest he thought. “Hey” You spoke gently as you took his hand in yours. “We are the same remember?” Assuring him that he is none of the things he says he is. He isn’t a freak or an outcast. He is the same as the rest and no difference will make him either of those things. He liked how you could read things out and know what’s happening. You were his comfort and he was yours.

You held his hand up palm to palm with yours. “We are one.” The words slipped through your mouth like silk. He smiled at your kind words. “I see you, my Lo’ak.” Was a soft whisper and it played like music to his ears. Yet he couldn’t say it back. You completely understood that he wasn’t as open as one should be but you still loved him for him. He looked up from your hands and looked at the moons, smiling he turned back to you, “You know what I’d do to give you every moon including Pandora!?” He mumbled in an audible tone and all you could do was laugh, “Oh calm down Mr. Loverboy!” You laughed as you gently hit the side of his face and he came back at you and getting ontop of you and your giggling soon stopped. It was a bit angsty now and tension filled the air. Lo’ak was looking into your eyes and you stared at every single detail on his perfect face. His bright eyes glistened with the reflection of the water. He stared from eye to eye and down to your lips the lust in his eyes was so obvious. Lifting your head from the soft grass your lips graced over his, lightly his bottom lip was dragged by yours. Kissing him was almost like drinking the sweet syrup that came from the giant leafs of the forest. His lips were plump and soft. Your hands went to each side of his face caressing his warm cheeks.

Pulling away his wide eyes opened and got lost in yours. Lo’ak couldn’t speak and he knew that if he did he would ruin the moment but he couldn’t stay silent, “Oel ngati kameie.” Smiling at his words you gave his another kiss. Sitting up you looked at him and gave him one final kiss. “Gotta get home my Lo’ak. Meet me tomorrow at the reef.” Helping yourself to another kiss on his cheek before leaving. He got up and ran as fast as he could towards his family. Yelling and awaking his parents and his siblings too. “Guess who got their first kiss! Ha you guys suck!” He bragged to his siblings and Neteyam couldn’t lie and say he wasn’t jealous. Y/n was the daughter of the chief and wasn’t an easy girl either. He was surprised his younger brother even got a chance. Lo’aks father couldn’t stop smiling he was proud. Lo’ak was ready for tomorrow and the next days to come as long as they were all with you.

THIS IS MY FIRST POST AND IT SUCKS BUT I WILL TRY TO GET BETTER AT THIS!!!🙊😭 ALSO PLEASE LET ME KNOW IF YOU GUYS WANT A SECOND PART AND LET ME KNOW IF I SPELT ANYTHING WRONG!!!

[sliceofcake-cupoftea]

Kyoudai

Request: @c2e2r2n Hello, your writings are so beautiful first of all😍💓 I had an idea and decided to ask murayama is dating hyuga's gentle and cute sister, but also hyuga is dating murayama's older sister😋

Character(s): Murayama Yoshiki (x reader), Hyuga

Plot Line: You and Murayama were young, wild and free. And that showed in your guys' relationship (if it could even be called that). However, what if a shocking revelation happens? Will this cause you two to finally start acting like adults?

Warning(s): Adult/Mature content

Fuck, you were crazy. 

Really crazy.

“Say cheese,” Murayama says, causing you to snort as he takes a picture. The flash of the camera lighting up the room; showcasing the sweat and other bodily fluids that litter your two’s bodies, “There you go.”

Murayama cooes as he watches you push your breast together, quickly pressing the screen on his phone to take another picture. This time pulling the phone further away so as to showcase where you two were connected. His hips pushing up to meet yours as you rode him.

“Such a perverted Maiko,” You scoff as Murayama pulls at your sash, pulling more of your pink kimono off of you. Though that only causes his smirk to grow; his lips and the area around it covered in red kiss marks from your lipstick, “Does your brother know you have been taking lessons from the Oiran at his gambling den?”

This asshole–

With a sickeningly sweet smile, you stop your hips and plant yourself on top of Murayama. The older man looking at you with an excited expression, seeming interested in whatever you had planned next, “Are you saying I’m nothing more than a common whore?” 

“Well, you aren’t exactly serving me tea,” Murayama folds his arms behind his head as he takes you in. Seeming unfazed by your stop of movement that also stopped the pleasure from rolling between you two, “Or playing a shamisen.”

“True. Well then, I guess I should probably join the rest of the Oiran downstairs,” You roll your hips in a circle motion once before lifting them. Making it look as if you are getting off of him, “I’m sure Futa or Raito will be around to satiate me. Afterall if I belong to Daruma, I can’t be having sex with someone from Oya–”

You yelp as Murayama suddenly grabs your waist, his tight grip slamming you back down on him before he flips you two over; making it so he was on top. The part-timer smirks against your neck as he continues snapping his hips into you. His brutal pace accompanied by his nips at your collar bone and breasts. Leaving hickeys and bite marks in his wake. 

“Murayama,” Upon hearing your yelps and pleas, his smirk only widens, “W-wait, Slow down. Sto–Stop.” 

“No way.” Murayama presses a searing kiss to your lips, “I’m keeping you right here.” 

“Murayama.”

Grasping his hands in yours, Murayama leans down to whisper in your ear, “You can take it, my Maiko.” 

“Murayama. I’m serious. Hold on a second.” 

What? 

At your words, Murayama comes to a grinding halt; freezing dead in his tracks while on top of you, not even attempting to move another centimeter. At first, Murayama thought he had hurt you. Something that brought an unsettling feeling deep in his gut as he quickly snaps his head up to look at you; worry clouded in his eyes. But, that assumption was quickly disproven by your expression–your face looking focused at the door of your room–as well as your body language. Unable to help himself, Murayama muffles a groan against the tatami bed as your legs tighten around him. Allowing him to complete the thrust he stopped mid-way. Though, you kept your legs tightly wrapped around him, letting him know not to move. 

So, he didn’t hurt you. He didn’t think you were angry or upset. He knew you were enjoying it by the sounds you made earlier. So what was the hold up?

“Hyuga! You can’t say that!” 

Oh no.

Not even hesitating, Murayama instantly sits up at the voice. His eyes trained to the door just like yours were moments ago; you had just turned your gaze to look at him, hoping to confirm what you just heard. “Oneesan?” Murayama finally lets out, his face in pure shock as he looks back and forth from the door and you, “Why is…? Are they…? What…?”

“Like I know?” You respond, wanting to slap the male on the head at his sputtering. But stop yourself as you hear your brother and Murayama’s sister laughing in the background. The two of you instantly groaning in annoyance. Especially as you knew what this meant. 

They were on a date.

While one couldn’t outright assume that, you two could. Especially as each of your siblings had told you they were dating someone and that they had a date with said person, tonight. A fact both of you had shrugged off, not exactly caring all too much about your elder siblings dating life. Though, now you wished you did. 

“This is terrible.” Murayama whines, his voice slightly muffled in your hair as he collapses back on top of you, “Our older siblings are dating.”

Then a sudden realization pops into Murayama’s head and he scurries back upwards, a look of horror on his face, “That means we are siblings!”

Not even hesitating, you bring the pillow from behind your head around and smack him in the face. Idiot.

“That's not how it works, dumbass.” You scold, wanting nothing more than to suffocate Murayama with the pillow right now, “Plus, it isn’t like they are married! They could always break up.”

“Really?” Murayama says, his voice muffled from behind the pillow. Which, with a sigh, you pull away before wrapping your arms around his neck. Bringing Murayama back down to lay on top of you as he pouts. 

“Yeah,” You grumble, your nose scrunching up in distaste as you hear your elder brother use a cheesy pickup line. Cursing underneath your breath, you grab your blanket and pull it over you two, making sure it covers your heads and muffled out the two outside, “We were first anyways.” 

“Yeah.” Murayama mumbles, a slight edge to his tone after a pause, “We’ll show them.”

“Murayama.” You knew that tone, he was up to something. Especially as you feel him lift his hips and leave you, “What are you up to?”

“Nothing.” 

Though as you feel something fall against your cheek in the darkness, you knew it wasn’t nothing. It takes you a moment, maybe three as you feel Murayama enter you once more, before you realize what it is. The smell of latex and the sticky feeling of it being a dead giveaway.

“You took off the condom?!” You say, nearly shouting if it weren’t for the fact you didn’t want anyone to hear. Though, all you get in response is a chuckle from Murayama as he places a peck on your collar. His hips beginning to move, “Idiot! Murayama, wait!”

“Yoshiki.” Murayama suddenly says as he takes your hands in his, interlocking the two of yours fingers. Even though it was dark, nearly pitch black, you could see Murayama’s face over yours; likely looking down at you with an expression you couldn’t see, “Call me Yoshiki.”

“Why?” You sputter out, feeling heat begin to travel up the back of your neck at his request. Freaking idiot. It wasn’t as if you two were married. You couldn’t call him by his first name so casually.

“Cause…” You could practically hear the smirk in his voice, “I’m thinking of a shotgun wedding.”

“You– Idiot Yoshiki!” 

“Atta girl.”

[ironmandeficiency]

lovesick fools

pairing: bilbo baggins / reader

word count: 2279

summary: reader and bilbo think that the other harbors a crush on thorin, and the dwarven king is the only one who can smash their heads together hard enough to make them see sense

a/n: this is my january fic for both @oonajaeadira & @writeforfandoms and the year of themed creation challenge i joined! this month’s theme is “requited love but they’re idiots” & the overarching theme for the year is “the year of idiots”

another a/n: reader’s race/gender/appearance are left ambiguous. also jsyk i’m a sucker for idiots to lovers, it’s literally my favorite trope

you learned the hard way to not ask if things could get worse. when you muttered the cursed phrase after narrowly avoiding turning to warg chow, the offense and abject horror on the dwarves’ faces made you think someone had died.

“oh, you’ve done it now!” dwalin grumbled, continuing to complain in angry khuzdul as the company of thorin oakenshield took a moment to breathe after running for their lives yet again.

instead of acknowledging dwalin’s bitching, you slumped against a shady tree, letting your breathing slow down so the rest of your body could catch up. if you had known that the journey to reclaim erebor would include this much running, you would have fought a lot harder to keep the ponies that ran away ages ago.

in the distance, you could see nori and dori tending to their littlest brother, ori giving them both half-hearted swats away from their prodding. bifur and bofur were gathering wood for a fire to cook a quick meal, and you heard thorin delegate the task of hunting to his nephews.

thorin and bilbo were otherwise enthralled in conversation, their attention solely focused on each other. you couldn’t decipher any words or tones from your slouched position, simply noting that it was significantly less hostile than their previous interactions. they were situated so close together you’d be hard pressed to slide one of fili’s daggers between the two without nicking one of them. the only reason this rankled you more than it should have is that a week ago, bilbo wouldn’t have been caught dead sitting so close to the king, damn near snuggling him.

after bilbo risked his life to save thorin from azog, the latter gained a deeper respect for the company’s burglar. it seems that this newfound respect and acceptance made your dear hobbit more bold in showing affection to thorin.

you could almost feel your skin turning green with envy of the dwarf’s position, curling that close to bilbo and sharing hushed whispers with the same intimacy you’ve been craving to receive since before the trolls.

a nagging part of your brain told you that the tight embrace they shared on the carrock was a bit more than a gesture of friendship. the rest of your brain (the parts with common sense) told it to shut up, rationalizing that it was an act of camaraderie in the throes of emotion. but getting your thoughts to silence themselves was as likely as getting gloin to stop bragging about his dear gimli.

the underbrush surrounding you and your tree are ruffled around as you’re joined by balin. he eases himself to the ground beside you without a word, knowing that he’s always welcome company. the smug bastard.

“are ye tryin’ ta finish the defiler’s task for him?” you give the older dwarf a look of confusion, not knowing what he meant. his soft laugh mildly jabs at your nerves, unsure of his meaning and now growing insecure. “if looks could kill, fíli would be king under the mountain before we even reach it.”

of course, the one dwarf that put himself in your presence was the only one who made a habit of not speaking plainly. an eye roll conveys this frustration and he clarifies. “your eyes bear the same ferocity as the drake’s roar and are just as deadly as his fire, and they’re aimed directly at thorin.”

well now you’ve gone and done it, offending balin and openly showing animosity towards thorin. you’d be lucky to remain in the company at this rate once thorin finds out.

you’re sputtering through hasty, fearful apologies. it was your fault for not realizing that your feelings were on display to that magnitude, and now you were trying to cover your ass to keep from being booted from the company in the closest town.

balin, the ever observant dwarf, notices this budding anxiety and rests a calming hand on your shoulder as he continues. “matters of the heart are rather tricky, and while i’m not one to meddle in the lives of others, i can give some sound advice if asked.”

balin not meddling? that’s a pile of shit if you’ve ever heard one. next to nori and bofur, the eldest son of fundin was the biggest meddler this side of the misty mountains. you half expected there to be a gossiper’s guild established once the mountain was restored.

“then tell me, master dwarf, what is your advice?” you didn’t mean to snap at him so, but your temper flared when bilbo and thorin seemed to scoot even closer to each other than they already were. once again, you apologize for your rashness.

he hummed in thought, shooing your hand away gently with a knowing smile that had a frightening resemblance to gandalf’s. “tell him how you feel, no matter how grim the current situation seems to be. even if his answer is not what you wish, he will not let it interfere with the quest or your role in it.”

that made sense… almost.

not even the most ardent love such as yours would sway the stalwart bilbo baggins from his commitment to the company. when he gives his word, it’s guaranteed to be kept. why would admitting your feelings to bilbo even hypothetically derail either of you from the objective? he didn’t have a personal stake in the quest outside of his promise, only the kindness of his heart and tookish sense of adventure kept him on the road to erebor. kept him with you.

rationally, the only person who had a true say in who stayed or left the company was thorin. he was the exiled prince, the future king, the leader of this quest. his word was law; he could order you to walk on your hands and eat with your feet the rest of the journey and you’d be obligated to comply.

…wait a minute, did balin think you harbored affection for thorin?

you didn’t know what was worse, balin believing the falsehood or knowing where your heart truly lies. only time would tell.

“simply put, i haven’t the slightest idea what to do!”

bilbo’s been lamenting on and on about you to thorin for nearly thirty minutes. didn’t even ask to sit next to him by the fire, just plopped himself down, scooted in close, and began his woeful soliloquy.

while thorin respects the hobbit and appreciates his friendship, he’s just about had it. each time you and bilbo catch each other’s eyes, every soft word you exchange, it gets repeated back to him in a level of detail only found in the romance novels dwalin pretends to loathe.

to thorin, the solution to bilbo’s problem is simple: he needs to give you a gift worthy of your hand while stating his intentions towards you. maybe a little bit of affection while he was at it. he didn’t understand the nuance that bilbo kept applying to courting you, especially since you would accept anything given to you by the genteel hobbit.

back in rivendell, he caught you gazing at bilbo with gentle longing and pure intentions. despite every feeble attempt made to hide your feelings from the dwarf king, he called you on them far too quick for your liking and swore to keep your secret.

shortly after, bilbo asked him for advice on how to court you. the advice was given with a smile, hoping that it would be taken eagerly and no one else would have to deal with the lovesick fools dancing around each other.

he hoped in vain because here bilbo was, asking the same questions as if thorin would miraculously give a different answer.

thorin groans, pinching the bridge of his nose in resigned exasperation. this was almost worse than the trolls. “i’ve already given you my thoughts on the matter, bilbo. whether you use that information to your advantage is solely up to you.”

bilbo’s eyes nearly popped from his skull. he was quick to begin hushing the dwarf (the nerve!) and placing himself even further into thorin’s personal space. “i beg of you, thorin, keep your voice down!”

a handful of the others looked on, wondering why bilbo exclaimed so loud when thorin was simply talking.

“i’ll keep my voice down when you tell me something that not every man here already knows,” thorin scoffed at the hobbit, almost talking louder out of spite. “quite frankly, i have half a mind to take care of this problem myself.”

f and k return from hunting, both of them laden with plenty of meat and a few foraged bits and come upon the edge of chaos. their uncle and their burglar are locked in a staring contest fueled by frustration and fear. barring your fiery glare towards the two, the others are suspended in anticipation, eyes flitting back and forth between their king and their burglar.

neither of them can find it in themselves to be ashamed of the way they flinch when you storm away from your tree and towards thorin. you’re right scary when your features are pulled into a scowl that rivals the pale orc.

“what did we just walk into, fee?”

“i believe the proper term for this situation is ‘shitshow’, brother.”

you push your way between thorin and bilbo and plant your feet firmly, your eyes nearly setting thorin on fire with the same intensity balin noted earlier. “you don’t have to take care of a damned thing, your majesty.” everyone flinches at the malice laced into the honorific. none of them ever heard you speak with such vitriol in your voice and it was rather jarring.

“i know what you and bilbo have been scheming about, so save your breath.” bilbo’s pained gasp almost made you turn around and hug your dearest friend until he was laughing again. but you were furious and determined, a lethal combination when targeted at a specific someone and you couldn’t stop now.

thorin’s confusion and frustration was palpable. “what could you possibly be referring to? there’s been no scheming done by anyone here!”

“don’t take me for a fool, oakenshield! your intentions with bilbo are clear!”

“and just what might those be?”

you growl in fury as you lay the accusation bare. “you intend to court him, make him consort of erebor! even after everything i told you!” tears are fighting to escape but you push them back. you can’t cry yet, not before you make your feelings clear. “i confided in you, you were my friend! how dare you!” with every word a finger is harshly jabbed into his chest.

every other dwarf was shouting over another, trying to make heads or tails of your words. the anticipation gave way to confusion, no one knowing where to start. thorin and bilbo as king and consort? but what about your feelings for thorin? wait, doesn’t bilbo have feelings for you? where was thorin’s heart in all this?

you had tear tracks on your face despite your valiant efforts to keep them at bay. bilbo had a hand pressed to his mouth as he sat himself back on the ground, struggling to keep himself together. thorin’s company was going back and forth with no end to the bickering in sight.

thorin was pissed.

“enough!”

near complete silence followed thorin’s shout, broken only by the occasional sniffles of you and bilbo.

thorin turned to face you, resting a hand on your shoulder and hoping you wouldn’t shrug it off. “i am sorry for leading you to believe i would ever betray your trust in such a fashion.” his eyes met bilbo’s for a moment. when the hobbit nodded solemnly, thorin continued. “bilbo’s been seeking my advice for a while now on how to go about courting you. unfortunately for everyone, the lovesick fool hasn’t done anything to follow said advice.”

“i only see you as a friend, both of you. you’re important members of this company and have grown into admirable companions.” thorin offers a hand to bilbo, encouraging him to stand and face you. “now for the sake of my sanity, please profess your love for each other so we don’t have to deal with your constant yearning anymore!” with that, thorin walks away and shoos the others off to give you both space.

your eyes meet bilbo’s. every negative feeling is now replaced with hope, your heart mending itself just as quick as it broke. the pad of his thumb gently brushes away the fresh tears that were about to fall, his smile soft and eyes kind. “i’m afraid that the oaf of a king is right, i do love you. i love you most ardently, my dear. and i apologize that i didn’t have the courage to tell you sooner.”

“there’s nothing to forgive,” your head leans gently into his hand, enjoying the affection that you’ve been craving for so long. “i love you too, bilbo, so much.” you both leaned in and stole a tender kiss, finally able to indulge the way you deserved.

in the not-so-distant distance, the others were being their usual loud selves trying to watch you without letting you catch them. they weren’t doing that well of a job. you hear slightly muffled whoops and coin bags jingling as they’re swapped between the rest of the company. most of them were going to thorin despite the fireless grunts about cheating.

“the gall of those dwarves! they placed bets on us!” bilbo’s offended huff made you laugh. your hobbit admired the way your eyes scrunched, surprising even himself with the way he snags another kiss from your smiling lips. the courage of hobbits, indeed.

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From the Ashes Pt. 26

Pairing(s): Pairing(s): Rhaegar Targaryen x Lannister!Reader, one-sided!Jaime Lannister x Lannister!Reader, Jaime Lannister x Cersei Lannister

Warnings: slow burn fic, changing povs, MC POV

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Book Two of Dārilaros hen ōrbar se perzys (Heir of Ash and Fire)

Tyrion’s small but blunt body crashed into your arms before you could fully prepare yourself. Ready or not, you held on tightly to your younger brother and inhaled the scent that clung to his dirty blonde hair. It was your Tyrion. You couldn’t ask him how in the world he had found you. Words would ruin this blissful moment. You would just be grateful to the gods that he was here now. There would be time for questions later.

Finally pulling away from him a few inches, you gaze at his face. His endearing large head and brow that made his eyes appear smaller. Oh but how you loved him so much.

That was when you took notice of a haggard man in a rather soiled looking brown cloak. Protectively under one arm was a rather large chest made of a rich dark wood. Surrounding him were priests of the temple and priestesses eying the foreigner suspiciously. Hands were already present, some barely arriving to the scene. Among them was Jaime being pulled by Rhiannon to the very center. He still wore his red training robes and bore the sweat of his efforts. Green eyes immediately find you on the ground. Fear flashes momentarily before he takes in the shape in your arms.

The boy in your arms cried out “Jaime!!”

Jaime nearly tripped over his own feet as he continued to stare with large eyes that screamed disbelief. “Tyrion. . . ?”

You didn’t care if there were dozens of people watching you. Right then you hardly cared about being upset with Jaime.

Releasing one hand from Tyrion, you beckon Jaime to join the two of you in a sibling embrace. All too gladly, Jaime skids onto his knees and gathers you and Tyrion in his slightly sticky arms. If there were a way you could stay in that moment, you would have given everything and anything.

“Gods be good. . .” you whisper against a curl of Tyrion’s hair. The salt air of ship life still clung to him. He had traveled by sea, that much was clear.

Rhiannon and Inanna scurry to your side. “My lady, would you and your siblings like a moment to yourselves?”

In protest, Iomhar pushes past his fellow priests. “Please wait nuha kosh! We need to settle the matter of how this stranger found you! As you have said, everyone in Westeros believes you to be dead.”

Helping you up, Jaime turns to Iomhar. “That is no stranger. That is one of the most celebrated warriors in all of Westeros.”

The older man smiles briefly. “Ser Jaime.”

“Ser Barristan. What are you doing so far away from the king?” His tone was teasing but in his gaze held fondness for his superior.

“I could be asking you the same thing. You disappeared the night of the fire in Princess (y/n)’s chambers. Now I understand.”

High Priest Benerro spots Iomhar about to intervene again but holds a patient hand up. “Weles, escort this Ser Barristan and nuha kosh’s family into our council chambers.”

Obediently, Weles bows and faces Barristan whom he was standing a few feet away. “This way, Ser.”

Barristan eyes the tattoos on his face before glancing over to Jaime. Jaime grins in reply. “Don’t worry. Weles doesn’t bite.”

“My blades do the biting.” It was a warning that was clear to everyone.

Inside of the council chambers was packed with Hands, a select few priests and priestesses. They hadn’t even given you that much security when you had first investigated Inniros. To them though, Barristan Selmy had yet proven to be trustworthy. Especially when he puts forth the box he had been protecting this entire time. According to him, it was Varys who revealed to him that you were still alive. He was the one who entrusted Barristan with this odd request. All because Thalina had entrusted the Spider with her last wish.

What about Tyrion? They seemed like the most unlikely duo.

“I ran away from Casterly Rock. My initial plan was to join Rhaegar’s army.”

“His army?”

“What army?” Jaime asked, equally confused.

Barristan shoots the young boy a wary glance. Tyrion saw it and knew he had to be careful with this news. Shyly he replies “Rhaegar is at war with Aerys. Has been for about a year. Last I heard they were on their way to King’s Landing. Dorne, the North and much of the Stormlands now support Rhaegar.”

“But Aerys still holds much sway in the Crownlands. They fear him too much.”

“Some HAVE switched to Rhaegar’s side though.” Tyrion reminds him pointedly.

Rhaegar was at war with his own father. The only thought that gave you comfort was that he wasn’t alone. How he had gotten Dorne was a mystery to you and overall an incredible blessing. Dornishmen fought like berserkers. The North though. . .

Lyanna.

You couldn’t stop the sudden drop of your heart when you heard that. So now that he thought you dead he was taking his chance with the woman he wanted to be with all along.

Noise and voices around you were ringing in. Space closing in on you by the second.

“(y/n)?” asks Tyrion tentatively as he stared worriedly at the glassiness of your eyes.

He was going back to Lyanna. All those nights you spent together; you thinking that maybe he was actually reciprocating your feelings. His touches made you feel loved. His tender words made you feel endeared. And the baby the two of you had created together. . .

Despair whispered to you to run. Get out of there and hide your shameful tears. You already felt your face growing warm the more you suppressed yourself.

“Nuha kosh? Are you alright? Would you like something to drink?” Inanna is now starting to fret around you.

That’s right. You were their champion. This is no way a champion acts in front of those who revere them.

A deep breath was needed before you apologized. “Sorry. It’s just all so shocking. War in Westeros. My gods. I hope Queen Rhaella and her children are okay. They have to still be at Dragonstone. King’s Landing is too dangerous right now.”

Another gloom hovered over Barristan and Tyrion. You were to learn that so much had happened in the year you had been dead. None of it was good.

With a bit of smugness in his voice, Jaime leans back in his chair and smiles. “Well, looks like it was good I got you out when I did.”

Smiling briefly, his lips twitch down into a hurt frown. “Why didn’t you take me with you?”

“Oh Tyrion.” Softness that he had only ever used with you touches his tone. “We didn’t plan it. That fire. . . (y/n) was lucky I was patrolling when I was. It was by pure luck I was out that night and happened to see smoke in the air.”

Blushing, Tyrion flicks his eyes down. “O-Of course. I’m sorry. It’s just been very hard without either of you. I’m so happy though that (y/n) is alive.” His beaming face returns when he regards you. Your heart melts in the best possible way and you find yourself reaching over to him and embracing him once more. Tyrion eagerly returned the favor. Despite the heartache you continued to feel burrowing inside of you, there was still warmth when you looked at Tyrion. He had found you. What a blessing that truly was.

“Ser Barristan.” Benerro politely addresses the knight; Selmy straightens his back a little more. “You say that you were sent by a spider to deliver something to nuha kosh.”

He nods and without much hesitation, places the small chest on the table in which they were congregated around. Blue eyes that seemed to hold a type of sadness to them settle on you. “The Spider says this was given to him by Thalina. It was her last wish that if anything were to happen to her, this would be delivered safely to you.”

Gingerly your fingers run along the rounded top. You turn to look at Rhiannon behind your shoulder. She stood rigidly but met your gaze. You beckon her forward. Thalina was her blood sister. As far as you knew, this was the only item of Thalina’s left in existence. Something of great importance that she entrusted to someone like Varys. It seems you didn’t really know Thalina at all.

“No one has been able to open it.” your younger brother tells you with a bit of frustration. “There’s not even a lock!”

Laughter bursts out of Rhiannon that makes everyone jump. “Skoros iā krubōñe (What an imp!)" Her eyes were shining with joy and melancholy all at once. Placing both palms on the chest, Rhiannon composes herself. “It’s a puzzle box. Thalina loved puzzles.”

Tyrion leaned in, incredibly interested. “A puzzle?” Using a new perspective, Tyrion wanted to take another crack at it. You knew how his brain was working relentlessly on how to solve it.

Rhiannon’s honey sweet eyes lift. “With your permission, nuha kosh, I believe I can solve it by tomorrow.”

“Take as long as you like, Rhiannon.” you smile at her. Before leaving, she bows with Thalina’s puzzle held securely against her chest.

Hesitantly Tyrion holds onto your arm. “I know we just reunited, but that box has been killing me. I must know how it’s solved!”

You chuckle and caress Tyrion’s head. “Go. We’ll have plenty of time to spend later.”

Grinning from ear to ear, Tyrion catches up with Rhiannon. As he left it didn’t go unnoticed by you that a few people had stared after him. Maybe it was their first time seeing a dwarf.

“If I could make a request?”

“Of course nuha kosh.” Benerro smiles and gets down on his knees. “Anything.”

You make sure everyone is paying attention. This wasn’t a request just for the High Priest. “As you can see, my brother is a dwarf. I request that as long as he is here, no one is to stare at him. Not like he’s some anomaly.”

Those who had been staring at your brother prior, bashfully lower their heads.

“You all heard her.” Weles snaps at everyone. “Whatever nuha kosh says will be upheld.” Priests nodded while priestesses pressed their lips together with uncertainty. They would obey.

Nuahlin who had been quiet the entire time finally stands with the help of Siofra and Chetna the Fiery Hand with short blond hair close to her scalp. Weles helps make way for Nuahlin to stand next to him.

“Ser Barristan, it’s an honor to meet another renowned knight of Westeros. I am Nuahlin. I must voice my concern about you knowing (y/n)’s location. He is at war with his son. (y/n)’s former husband. I hope you will be discreet in your explanation of your absence and not mention her or Volantis.

“The secret is safe with me.” You and Selmy had never really interacted. The need never called for it. From what Rhaegar told you, he seemed like a man you could trust. Even with that thought lingering in the back of your head, you were still cautious around unfamiliar people. He was still a knight under employment of King Aerys. He was unconsciously working against Rhaegar. “All I ask in return is to have a few private words with Jaime Lannister.”

Jaime’s jaw tenses for a moment despite his easy going smile. The school of priests turn to one another and confer in barely audible whispers. Benerro briefly listens to what Nuahlin says in his ear before nodding. He gives his consent and has the room cleared. Including yourself as you were the last to exit the room. The air between them had abruptly turned icy.

Benerro closes the door, blocking your intrusive gaze. “Best to keep the storm contained in there. I’m sure your brother will be fine.”

You nod. “This is a matter between Kingsguard brothers.”

The two of you walk together back to the central court where the others had filtered out into. Hayri and Iomhar were speaking with Nuahlin when Benerro slowly broke away from you to join them. Hands blocked the hall where the council chamber was. Of course they would keep a close eye on Barristan.

“Nuha kosh.” Sirvart beats Vidarr to you. She briefly sticks her tongue out at him before turning her head back to you. “You didn’t look so good in there. Is your wound bothering you?”

“No, it’s fine.” It was a partial lie. While it didn’t ache like it once did, you still felt the soreness. Especially when you collided with Tyrion. His arms had been squeezing tightly around your torso, pressing firmly against your wound that had barely finished healing.

Worried about Jaime, you linger around while staring at the blocked corridor. Technically Jaime had committed high treason by abandoning his post. Knights that abandon the king are known to be either exiled or executed. You didn’t know Barristan well enough to guess what his actions would be. He could go back to Westeros and tell Aerys everything.

“Would you like me to keep him here?”

Weles is next to you, formal and alert as always. Up close you could see the faint yellow and orange tattoos on his cheeks, right below his dark eyes. His skin tone made them hard to see from a distance. “What?”

“You’re worried about that knight. I can have him escorted and kept in a room if you so desire.”

“It would not be such a bad idea.” Vidarr agrees with a small nod of his head.

You purse your lips. “Even if he tells Aerys. . . why would the king care that I’m still alive? And we all know that there has yet to be an assassin to accomplish his job. There’s no need to treat him as a prisoner.”

“Speaking of prisoners, have you learned anything useful from the darkin?” asks Sirvart. “You go to the dungeons often.”

“I want to know who he is as a person. After all, I thought darkins had been just a fairytale.”

The loud creaking of century old hinges groan and those who had been dawdling are now at the ready. Heavy boots thud against the ground.

Jaime’s voice gradually grows louder “You have to at least say goodbye to Tyrion. The two of you have spent much time together. What’s one more night?”

Barristan clears his throat. “Very well.” when he realizes he is coming into view of peeping eyes, he lowers his tone. “If they will allow me to sleep safely under their roof.”

“But of course.” Benerro sweeps across the room. “If nuha kosh says you are trustworthy then that is all we need.”

For the first time, Barristan locks eyes with you. Back in Westeros you had never been this important. Even if you were married to Rhaegar and would one day become his queen, many had the tendency to ignore your presence. They would only address Rhaegar. You were just a decoration. Here though, your word was law. The Red Temple was your castle and you were the queen. Far better than a queen, you were something much better.

Warmth radiates against your thigh and you remember Lightbringer strapped to your hip. Rhaegar’s little mouse was no more.

“Please treat Ser Barristan with the utmost respect.” You tell the armed men behind you. “Rest. You have another long journey back. Inanna.”

She perks right up and despite her small size, she pushes her way through to get to you. “Yes nuha kosh?”

“Can I trust you to take Ser Barristan to a proper room? Take Ilta and Haakon with you.” They were two hands that you knew would be polite to the knight while still be on guard. The others you knew would not take kindly to yet another potentially dangerous stranger under their roof so close to you.

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Jazz couldn’t help the dry mouth she had as she watched Jason’s body in motion. When she had found him in the alley, halfway to dead, his body was suited in kevlar and layers of leather and carbon fiber. In the Ghost Zone, his soulless body was more like a doll, a mere sculpture. Even then, the body still had a shirt on. 

But now…

Oh Ancients she was starting to understand the physical attraction thing. The power he carried in his body was a well-honed thing. Swift movements were compounded by his flexibility. While his older brother was clearly the more flexible one, with his backbends and high kicks, Jason moved like water. 

Flowing around strikes and crashing hits. The upper half of his body was naked, allowing maximum movement, and letting her watch the symphony of muscles play under his skin. 

“Dora would have a fit if she knew you were watching.” Dan rumbled next to her ear. 

“Mm? Whys that?”  Jazz follow the action and listened with half an ear.

“Apparently, it wasn’t that long ago where feats of strength were used for courting between ghosts. Why do you think she gets so flustered with Fright Knight nearby?”  

As the words sunk in, she watched as Jason managed to pick Dick up and bodily throw him up and over onto the mats. He panted and stretched his shoulders. The pose lengthened his torso and let the pants he wore show his hip bones. 

Their eyes met and Jazz could feel her core buzz. 

“ - a round with him?” the baritone of Dan’s voice jolted Jazz from Jason’s gaze. 

“What?” she gasped. 

Dan’s fangs shone and his red eyes glowed with humor. “You want to take a round or two with him? Not for long. I have a plan.” 

Her hands tingled with anticipation of feeling his warm skin. But she knew her strengths and limiting herself to only her upper body wasn’t going to cut it.  “I’m in a short dress Dan.” 

He pushed her to the mats anyway. “Like I said, I have a plan. Just keep him on his toes for a bit.” 

Jason’s smile as she stumbled into the ring sent butterflies carreening in her belly. He eyed her bare feet and pulled his boots and socks off to even the playing field.  

“And here I thought the big guy was joining to be next.” They circled each other, “I’m assuming you’ve had some training?”

Jazz shrugged, “Mostly from my mom. I’m not even sure what you’d call that kind of thing.” 

He was the first to lunge forward, open palmed, intending to scare instead of the full hits he gave to his brother. She danced around the playful bats, forcing him to move faster. 

It sent a thrill through her as their skin connected where she grasped his arm in a lock. 

Jason had felt the same thing from the way his breath hitched. His muscles loosened under her palm and she took that opening kicking his leg out from under him. They both careened to the mat knocking the air of his lungs with a wheeze. 

She had him pinned, hips pressed together and her legs locked around his. It wasn’t a good pin. If he wasn’t so winded he’d easily use his upper body strength to overpower her and get her under him. 

Her loose hair curtained their faces, pooling on the blue mat as they panted. This close she could make out a long healed scar along his cheek and the individual waves of his irises. 

Between their shared heartbeat she could hear a purr that made her insides feel like goop. 

Teal light splashed over his face as her eyes glowed and his answered with a green reflection. 

She was leaning closer and closer, their bodies harmonizing into something she had never felt before. He was melting under her, eyes half lidded. 

Their lips almost met when she was jerked away with a cackle.

She couldn’t tell if the scream she heard came from her throat or her ghost core. 

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36- Finally Defeating the Hollow

Part 37

Family is More than Blood

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Our entire group was confused including the dead family members that were with us. None of us were prepared to find these people here inside of what you would call her mindscape I suppose. Stepping towards Josette I met her gaze. “Josette, I am not sure why exactly we are seeing you right now.”

“Is it because of Kai?” Uncle Joshua asked, stepping up beside his daughter.

Alina crossed her arms over her chest. “He’s dead. Alaric and our mother killed him. But you can say this is entirely his fault.”

“What do you mean?” Liv asked with Luke looking confused like the rest of us.

Hope eyed her older cousins. “We placed this thing called the Hollow inside of his prison world. But he managed to escape and freed it with him. After he freed it he convinced a student at our school to attack our mother when the Hollow’s magic was inside of her.”

“Mom destroyed the person who had the dark magic but now it’s changing her. She tried to take the magic from everyone in our supernatural school. Which is something she’d never do.” Missy added on to what her sister had said.

Josette covers her mouth with her hand. “Oh geez. She consumed dark magic like last time.” I stared at her remembering when my wife had gone and asked for her aid first. She knew more about this or maybe just as much as I did.

“What the hell is happening to my daughter, Klaus. You made a promise to me that you would protect her.” Eliza stomps up to me getting up in my face as much as possible.

I met her gaze hearing her heart rate increase even though she was technically dead even inside her daughter’s mind. “Calm down, Eliza. I thought we had handled it. This was not an intentional thing.”

“So what was the original plan before you found us apparently inside of Raelyn’s mind?” Luke asked looking at me then to the rest of the family.

Freya stepped up to my side declaring the plan that we had in mind. “The plan we came up with was to combine all of our magical abilities together. Raelyn currently has the dark magic in her controlling her consciousness. We will siphon it away and trap it in another prison world.”

“But if we’re seeing you all then that means we are inside the part of my sister's mind that she finds some joy in. Meaning we’re probably in the wrong spot.” Jacob said, holding Andrea’s hand in his.

Glancing over my shoulder and slightly turning my body back towards my brother in law. “What do you mean, Jacob?”

“I’m saying that we need to be looking for the section that has darkness. The parts of her mind that she keeps barred away. The parts that she wants to hide from herself. The parts that she’s fighting everyday. That’s what we need to be searching for.” He responded.

Joshua tapped his chin in thought. “The one thing I know she dreads is her memories of the Merge.”

“And the fear of losing her children.” Josette points out tucking hair behind her ear.

Davina tapped her foot and Valerie just watched from the sidelines. Freya came up to me seeing that I was lost in my own thoughts. If this was going into the darkness that Raelyn feared I knew the thing that triggered her the most. She was terrified to die because of the Merge. “I know what we’re looking for. We just need what Elijah referred to as his red door.”

“Well that’s great. Do you have any idea of what it could look like?” Valerie grumbled with her hands resting on her hips.

Throwing my head back I groaned wishing that this wasn’t so hard. I believed that I knew my wife more than I apparently did right now. She cared about her cousins, was afraid of accidentally killing them all after the merge and I was all of her firsts in our relationship. Yet her mind seemed to be more complicated if we needed to find where she kept all of her darkest secrets and fears hidden away. I was at a complete bloody loss on the matter. “Jacob, you’re her twin brother. What would she imagine if she wanted to hide things away?”

“Don’t put me on the spot or anything, Klaus.” The male heretic huffed, slumping his shoulders. He ran a hand through his curls in quick thought. “What about our childhood home? After we left there everything pretty much got screwed up.”

Davain began coughing and she covered her mouth with her. She drew it away showing us some blood. “Uh guys…something is going wrong.”

“Urgh!” Alina winced dropping down on her knees where Freya and I rushed over to her with Josette all in a moment of honor and worry.

Placing a hand on the side of her head I scanned her quickly knowing we couldn’t see any physical damage or any kind of injuries while inside her mothers mind. “Alina, what’s wrong sweetheart?”

“I….don’t…know.” She winced, holding her stomach gripping her belly with one hand.

Josette looked between me and my second daughter. “If she’s pregnant in her mindscape. How far along was she when you came in here?”

“I am nearing my due date. Do you think…I’m due now?” She asked the former doctor.

Josette slumped her shoulders. “I believe so. You need to leave here. And whoever else is feeling the effects of the spell. It’s slowly killing you by the amount of magic inside of Raelyn.”

“Davina, you and Alina need to leave now. Hope you go with them.” I declared sternly.

Hope stomps her foot. “I’m not going anywhere, dad. This is mom we are talking about!”

“Actually we might not have a choice here, Hope. All of us are linked to one another so if one of us leaves. We will all still be connected to your mother. Everyone except Klaus since he’s not a witch.” Valerie admitted with a weak expression.

Getting to my feet I could see it on my triplet daughter’s faces that this new plan sucked. But we didn’t have many options if we wanted to save their mother. “This wasn’t what we hoped. Yet we have no other options. You all have your part in siphoning the magic from her. I’ll find the door that we need and make her stop running from her fears.”

“Bring her home, brother.” Freya said while every witch grabbed hands disappearing from my vision.

Eliza placed a hand on my shoulder, sending me a soft smile. “Klaus, I’m sorry for panicking earlier. I just…when you see my daughter tell her that we are all proud of her.”

“I am sorry for all the pain I put her through.” Joshua replied.

Josette grasps my hands in hers, sniffing through tears. “Klaus, tell Raelyn to watch out for my girls. I know you already have but let her know how much I appreciate it.”

“I will….Give me a sign, Raelyn. Show me the fire you need me to through with you.” I lifted my head up to the ceiling, closing my eyes. I heard something blow past me so when I opened my eyes once more I saw nothing but darkness around me. The darkness slightly lightened up showing me a tv tarp that you would play outside movies on. Stepping forward I didn’t quite understand what was happening until I noticed someone was sitting on the ground in front of it watching it silently. “Raelyn?”

“Klaus…it's all happening again. I…I can't face it.” She admitted looking over her shoulder seeing me standing there.

Sitting down beside her I lifted my eyes upwards to the screen figuring out what she meant by that. “Rae, what are you talking about?”

"Jacob!" She suddenly gasped, shooting up in a sitting position. My heart beating quick as my eyes flickered around the forest landing on my twin brother laying on his back. Rushing to her feet she dropped on her knees shaking him lightly trying to wake him up. "Jacob, Jacob. Come on wake up. Please wake up, Jacob." My father stepped up placing a hand on her shoulder making her whip her head up starting to cry. "Why - why won't he wake up dad - what's going on?"

Instead of responding he bends down removing the gemstone necklace from around his neck that he always wore, placing it in her hand. "You have won the Merge, Raelyn."

"He can't die, mother...He's my brother, my twin...I won't lose him!" Suddenly she winced feeling her mother draw magic from her, yanking me away from my brother. Stomping my boots in the dirt she started crying more out of such confusion. "Why would he - what the hell is the Merge, mother!"

She frustratedly runs her fingers through her hair, throwing her head back in agony. "It's a ritual that happens to twins born into our Coven. Since you and Jacob just turned 22 today that is the year to have the Merge...it's where you combine your strengths together...there can only be one winner."

Another memory flashed across the screen that I didn’t recognize, meaning it must have been during the time I was trapped in New Orleans with Marcel. Shifting my gaze to my wife I could see tears slipping down her face by now.

Jo took his other hand and began chanting. “Sanguinem desimilus, sanguinem generis fiantus.”

Jo and Kai then began chanting together. “Sanguinem desimilus, sanguinem generis fiantus.Sanguinem desimilus, sanguinem generis fiantus.” Until Jo fell backwards and she saw a new image flash through our minds. Luke had knocked his sister out for a few minutes and declared to merge with his older brother.

Kai and Luke were chanting when she entered his mind again. “Sanguinem desimilus, sanguinem generis fiantus. Sanguinem desimilus-- “

Jo cried. “Luke, no!”

“Sanguinem desimilus, sanguinem generis fiantus. Sanguinem desimilus, sanguinem generis fiantus.” Kai and Luke fell backwards, unconscious with Jo crying out after she had woken up from the sleeping spell.

Joshua declared. “Luke is gone.” His gaze shifted to mine with a horrific look feeling what she had minutes ago.

Liv gasped looking between me and her father. “What? Rae, he can’t be serious.”

Clutching my eyes closed, the vision of Jacob collapsing in front of me flashed through my mind. Releasing my hands from fists sheshook my head sniffing through tears. “Liv I, I wish it wasn’t true. But Luke…he’s…”

Joshua finished my train of thought, still terrified. “I can feel it. He merged with Kai and Kai won. Luke is gone.”

“Rae, look at me. This isn’t real. It’s just the Hollow playing tricks on your mind.” Placing a hand on her shoulder she jumps slightly turning to face me. She had tears streaming down her face now.

She shakes her head sobbing. “Klaus, it’s all still real. It’s all up here…It’s still a part of me.”

“Rae, look at me.” I crawled in front of her cupping her face in my hands pressing my forehead against hers so she’d focus only on me and not the horrors she had haunting her at night. “I know that you feel like these nightmares are your fault. But they are not. These are just horrible things that happened to you.”

She gripped my forearms, shaking under all the stress. “I can’t push it all away, Nik. I can’t just push through what happened.” I didn’t need to turn around to know what the next memory was once I heard Alaric declaring his wedding vows.

Jo chuckled beginning her vows until Raelyn smelled blood, saw she stabbed through the stomach and her dress was red. “Oh, God. That's a tough act to follow. Here goes. Alaric Saltzman, you are…”

Alaric caught his soon to be wife collapsing into his arms. “Jo? Jo? Jo? Oh, my God. Jo? Jo? Jo?! Oh, God. No!”

She winced where Raelyn vamped from my seat, biting into her wrist drawing blood. “Aah! Aah!”

“Jo drink!” Shoving her wrist over her mouth she attempts to drink but she was losing too much blood too fast.

Alaric began crying, staring at me. “No! No, no, no, no.”

Suddenly before our eyes Kai appeared from being invisible standing beside Elena holding a bloody knife in his hand. “I was gonna wait till the "death do us part" bit, but it seemed a little on the nose.”

Raelyn shut her eyes tightly letting the tears fall down her face. She hugged her knees to her chest trying to bury her face into herself. “It’s all too much, Klaus! The Hollow won’t leave me alone unless I get it more magic. The nightmares….they’ll just keep haunting me.”

“Don’t worry about the Hollow. It’s being taken care of, I promise you.” Drawing my head back away from hers I wiped away fallen tears with my thumbs. I knew that she was horrified to let all the pain go away. “I need you to focus on my voice, focus on me being here with you, focus on nothing else but me.”

Raelyn grasped my shirt in her fists. “I can’t let this go….I can’t deal with it like this.”

“You’re not alone with these memories, Raelyn. I will be here for you through the good and the bad. You just need to let go…you need to let go of all the pain and accept the fact that they are gone.” I responded to her praying that she listened to me.

“They’re gone, Nik. They're ... .Jo….Liv….Luke…my mother all gone ... .even uncle Joshua. She buries her face into my chest heavily sobbing. Her fingers wrapped around the material and she remained so close to me as she could possibly manage.

I wrapped my arms around her just holding my wife closer to his chest. Running one hand through her hair I whispered into her ear. “Sssh Rae….I’m here.” Blinking through my own tears I held her close seeing the darkness disappear and I collapsed onto the floor with her too.

I gasped sharply seeing the stars above my head and I slowly sat upright. Frantically looking around the area I ran a hand through my hair seeing Raelyn laying on the ground. “Klaus, we’re just about to do the spell. Did you get her to open her mind?” Freya came rushing over bending down on a knee to me.

“I think so, Raelyn! Raelyn, please wake up. Please take up.” I scrambled to my feet hovering above her body over her sleeping form. I watched her eyes open and she gasped slowly taking in some breaths. “There you are, heretic queen.”

She lifted her hand up touching my face. “Nik…”

“She’s awake, Freya….you’re gonna be just fine honey.” I brushed her hair out of her face and she sniffed through tears right before the torches around us were lit up again.

Valerie came forward past the circle of sand and dropped herself onto a knee. She placed her hands on Raelyn’s chest focusing on her gaze when she started to panic about what was happening in the moment. “Raelyn, don’t panic now. This will save your life. You trust me don’t you?”

“Yes.” She croaked out.

Valerie looked back at the rest of our family. Alina was standing on the outside of the circle with Hayley. Jacob, Andrea, Hope, Davina, Freya, Lizzie, Josie and Missy were all now holding hands siphoning power from one another to be as strong enough to perform the spell. Valerie turned back around taking a breath chanting. “Phasmatos tribum, nas ex veras, radamis phasmatos ex sonos. Resustamen ex veram vatas. Radamis phasmatos ex sonos…”

Keeping my eyes trained on my wife I could see Valerie’s hands turning her chest red from the siphoning. She winced a couple of times before all of us saw a bright blue glow leaving her body. The source shot up into the sky. “Let’s go.” Scooping my wife up in my arms Valerie and I vamped over the barrier.

The Hollow’s blue magic raced around the barricade but it wasn’t going to hold it for long. Whipping my head around I looked at the witches needing to do something. “We need to trap it now.”

“We’re on it, dad…..Sanguinem filio, sanguinem effurgarex perpetuum. Sanguinem filio, sanguinem effurgarex perpetuum. Phesmatos filio, phesmatos effurgarex perpetuum!” Missy declared and the chanting began. The Hollow magic roared and tried fighting against them but the sky turned bright before there was a flash of light and we all saw it had disappeared.

Josie stepped forward catching the Ascendent in her hands. Raelyn held onto me for balance hearing someone cry out and she immediately went into motherly panic mode. “Alina! What is going on? Talk to me sweetheart.”

“Mom…it’s the baby.” Alina clutched her stomach, almost falling to her knees. I moved my attention to my daughter and saw liquid coming from between her legs. She started crying in a panic. “The baby’s coming.”

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