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[2.6k] following the aftermath of the impromptu vegas wedding, little leclerc and max navigate married life. and charles is still not coping well with the whole situation.

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“Does this mean I get to sit in the Red Bull garage in Abu Dhabi?” 

Charles’ head snapped around, his jaw clenched and his nostrils flaring. And if he wasn’t currently on hold with the fifth lawyer he had contacted in the last hour, you could’ve sworn he would’ve jumped over the bed and smothered you with the pillow you were currently holding to your chest. 

“Don’t give me that look,” you muttered as you rolled your eyes. “Maybe I want a change of scenery. I’m always in the Ferrari garage.”

“You’ve seen the Alpha Tauri and the Alpine garage too,” Charles retorted. 

You shot him a blank look. “That’s because you have Pierre watching over me like a stalker.” 

“No, he’s just being your friend,” your brother tried again. 

“So him barking at the mechanic who was just getting me water had nothing to do with the promise you made him keep?” You countered, watching as a flush of pink spread across Charles’ cheeks. 

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he scoffed with a dismissive wave of his hand. 

“Liar, Pierre told me about the promise,” you mused, watching as his face burned even brighter at your admission. 

As it would turn out, finding a last minute lawyer to completely null and break the marriage was much harder than Charles ever intended it to be. And after he was practically forced to halt his attempts until the race had passed, the high of P2 didn’t seem to thwart your brother’s efforts in completely shattering the connection between you and Max Verstappen. 

He had spent every free and waking moment trying to sort out the mess, including now contacting lawyers back in Monaco to get involved. And yet, the boy seemed to be getting nowhere. 

“Shouldn’t you be focused on the last race of the season instead of this mess anyways?” You continued as your eyes glanced over at the clock on the wall. “We need to leave for the airport soon. I don’t think they are going to hold the jet because you’re phoning divorce lawyers—even if you’re Charles Leclerc.” 

“You seem eager to stay married to him,” Charles grumbled under his breath as he narrowed his eyes at you. “Is there something you’re not telling me? Was this planned? Have you been seeing him for a while now?” 

“Are you hearing yourself right now?” You shook your head, letting out a huff as you pulled the pillow closer to your chest. “How come Yuki isn’t getting as much shit as I am?” 

“Because Yuki is not my sister,” he stated simply, pausing for a moment before he continued. “Plus, Yuki and his partner seem very happily married.” 

You perked up a little. “Wait, you know who he married?” 

“Well no,” Charles admitted, his brows furrowing together. “But he must be, no? He’s been happy ever since the wedding. They must be keeping it private.” 

“Apparently he didn’t even tell Pierre,” you said to your brother, leaning back against the headboard with a sigh. “Maybe he’s embarrassed with who he married.” 

“Can’t be more embarrassing than marrying you—OW!” 

“Don’t say stupid things then,” you snapped back at him with an innocent smile on your face. “You’re just pissed I got married before you.” 

Charles’ glare hardened. “No, I’m pissed because you got married in Vegas of all places.” There was a pause. “And the fact you practically married a stranger!”

“Max is hardly a stranger, you’ve known him since you were like five years old!” You argued back.

“Still a stranger!”

“You are so dramatic,” you commented. “Maman accepted it, why can’t you?”

“Maman is confused,” Charles muttered with a crease between his eyebrows. 

You raised your brows. “Did you say that to her?”

Charles’ face paled a little. “Well no—”

Your grin widened.

Charles blanched. “Don’t you dare!”

You cackled as you reached for your phone. “This is payback for disrespecting me and my husband!” 

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“I don’t understand why I have to be blindfolded.”

“It’s a precaution insisted by Christian.”

“Do all wives have to be blindfolded then?”

“The ones with the former name Leclerc do.”

You pressed your lips together to hide your smile as you wrapped your arms around Max’s bicep, letting him lead you into the Red Bull garage with the black cloth tied over your eyes. You knew you probably didn’t have long until Charles came running to drag you out of the Red Bull garage and back to the red side, so you took up Max’s offer in the meantime. 

You didn’t count on Christian Horner being two steps away from Red Bull’s very own Christian Grey to his garage guests. 

“Does this mean I get to blindfold you when you come to the Ferrari garage?” You asked, your voice lighthearted and your tone teasing. 

“It is one of the scenarios I would let you blindfold me,” Max answered and it took everything in you to not suddenly halt your steps. 

“Max Verstappen, you little flirt,” you said as you let out a disbelieving laugh, hoping the boy hadn’t turned back to look at you when you could feel your face heating up. 

“You’re my wife. Surely I’m allowed to flirt with you now,” the Dutchman retorted, his hands moving to rest over yours as you two finally came to a stop. 

“You’re saying you wouldn’t have flirted with me before?” 

“That feels like a trick question,” Max snorted before his fingers nimbly undid the knot behind your head, letting the blindfold fall away from your eyes as he stood in front of you with an almost smug look on his face. “But I would have flirted with you if I didn’t think your brother would have my balls for it.”

“So you just married me instead,” you retorted with a smile of your own.

“What can I say, I don’t half-ass things,” he said with a casual shrug of his shoulders.

“I should have known you give the vibes of a Vegas wedding kinda guy,” you remarked as you blinked a few times, getting used to the shift in light as you began looking around the garage. It didn’t look too different from the Ferrari garage, but it was still intriguing to witness it all. 

A different team. A different car. A different work ethic. 

After so many years with Ferrari, it felt like being in a foreign country as you stood amongst so much blue.

“What kind of wedding would you have wanted?” 

The question snapped you out of your daze, whirling your head around to look at the Dutchman with a curious expression. You waited to see if a witty remark was going to follow, but he continued to stare at you expectantly and you realised he was genuinely waiting for an answer.

“I don’t know,” you answered honestly. “I mean, I know my mother always wanted me to have a fairytale wedding at some pretty venue in a white dress and—”

“I didn’t ask what wedding your mother would have wanted, I asked what wedding you would have wanted,” Max interrupted, and your lips parted a little in surprise. 

“A fun one,” you replied. 

Max’s brows furrowed together. “A fun one?”

“Yes, a fun one. You asked me what wedding I would want and it’s a fun one,” you repeated with a nod of your head, smiling a little at the visible confusion written across his face. “Everybody always talks about weddings being so intense and stressful and that’s just…not me. I don’t care about where it is or what season it’s held in. I would just want to be with the people I love and I want to have a good time.” 

He nodded, his lips pressed together as though he was processing your answer. “Surely the Vegas wedding fits that.”

“It would have if my family and friends were there,” you said, laughing a little. “Despite the dinner invite, Maman will probably string me up for not getting married with her there.”

Max’s eyes widened comically. “Wait, she was serious about that?” 

You snorted. “She’s already sent me the menu.”

“I am actually having dinner with your mother?” Max hissed and, for the first time in your life witnessed with your own eyes, you could have sworn he looked nervous.

“She won’t bite,” you laughed. 

“Oh my god, I am meeting your mother.”

“Well, she does want to meet the man I married.” 

“Oh my god, I am meeting your mother as your husband.”

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“Be honest: would you have made me a bridesmaid at your wedding?” 

You blinked, looking up from the burrito bowl you had managed to grab from Ferrari’s catering before you looked at the blond across from you. 

“Or a bridesman. Whatever you call it,” Logan continued as he looked at you expectantly. 

You stared at the American with a fairly blank expression, though it didn’t seem to do much to his eagerness for you to answer the question. Though, you didn’t know why you were surprised about the whole thing. The last week had been Logan throwing random questions at you, Arthur laughing at your facial expressions and Oscar deeply sighing at the whole interaction. 

“You weren’t even invited to the wedding,” Oscar pointed out, poking about the salad bowl he had. 

“Neither were you,” Logan retorted.

“And thank god for that, Lando showed me the pictures,” Oscar grumbled with his nose scrunched up. “I would have been traumatised for life if I witnessed it with my own two eyes.” 

“Hey,” you frowned, kicking your foot out under the table until you hit his shin. “You know what, I’m suddenly excited not to see either of you during the winter break.”

Oscar snorted. “Sure.” 

“You still haven’t answered my question,” Logan piped up, his attention shifting to you once again. “Would you let me?”

“Depends,” you answered honestly as you leaned back in your seat. “Would you want to do a speech?”

Logan scoffed. “Obviously.”

“Then no,” you replied almost instantly.

The boy gaped at you. “What? Why not?”

“Because I don’t trust you,” you stated simply before you glanced over at Oscar too. “Neither of you, if I’m being honest.”

Oscar’s brows furrowed together. “Woah, what did I do?” 

“Existed,” you grumbled under your breath, only for the Australian to be the one to kick your shin under the table this time. “Ouch!”

“Not so fun, is it?” He grumbled back at you. 

“You didn’t even have a speech at your wedding! Surely no speech is worse than a bad one,” Logan added, far too invested on a speech you doubted he could even write.

“That’s not true. Yuki did a speech,” you told him.

Both boys’ raised their eyebrows. “He did?”

“Probably, seems like something he would do,” you shrugged. 

“Or maybe his partner gave it,” Oscar added. “Whoever that may be.”

“I can’t believe he still won’t tell us,” you said with your lips turned downwards. “In the Red Bull garage, Christian even asked him and he just giggled before running off.” 

“Maybe he’s a private guy.”

“You were in the Red Bull garage?” 

“Your difference in priorities are baffling,” you noted with an amused expression. “Yes, I was in the Red Bull garage. And Yuki being a private person is a load of bullshit. He’s the biggest gossip on the grid, he’s just sneakier than everyone else.”

“Which means he would hide it better,” Oscar pointed out. 

“At least Yuki would let me say a speech at his wedding,” Logan muttered under his breath.

“Would he though?”

“Shut up.” 

“I’m just saying—”

“You know what, I hope Lando scars you with more photos from her wedding,” Logan threatened, staring at the Aussie with narrowed eyes.

“Hey, my wedding photos aren’t that scary!” You frowned.

“The one of Max’s tongue down your throat says otherwise.”

“I am literally trying to eat my salad, can both of you shut up?”

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“So, are we gonna talk about it?”

“Talk about what?”

“Your wedding.”

“There’s nothing to talk about.”

“Ha! Sure!”

Max’s brows furrowed together as he lifted his head, only to find the Australian staring at him already. They had both been huddled in his driver room in between meetings and practise sessions, enjoying some peace and quiet before the social media team tried to rope them into some weird activity. However, what Max assumed would be a mostly silent hangout where he could read over some data quickly devolved into the older Australian making little remarks until he finally gave in and put his tablet down.

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“Oh nothing,” Daniel said as he gave the boy a casual shrug, though his grin only seemed to widen in response. Max was about to open his mouth, to tell him that was fine before he returned to his work, but the Aussie already began speaking again. “I just think it’s such a funny coincidence that your childhood crush is now your wife.”

Max froze, his cheeks instantly heating up at his words. “I don’t know what you’re on about.”

“No? The conversation where you told me you had the fattest crush on Charles’ little sister growing up and used to constantly try to impress her on the karting races she visited doesn’t ring a bell?” Daniel continued, feigning innocence despite the fact he could see Max’s face growing pinker by the second.

“I think you have the wrong person,” Max said as he cleared his throat, suddenly finding his tablet interesting once again even though the numbers and words on the screen were practically gibberish to his whirling mind.

“And the conversation where you couldn’t stop talking about how pretty she was when you bumped into her in the paddock on Charles’ first Formula One race?”

“You must have imagined that conversation.”

“What about the time you ignored that famous actor because Lando told you he flirted with her when he visited the Ferrari garage?”

“I have no recognition of that.”

“And the time you—”

“Is there a point to this?” Max suddenly interrupted him, his face feeling as though it was on fire and his heart beating wildly in his chest and the smug look on his friend’s face was doing little to help the feelings bubbling in his stomach. 

“I am just waiting to see when you’re going to admit you masterminded this whole thing,” Daniel said to him, so sure and blunt about the statement.

“I didn’t mastermind anything,” Max said with a frown. “We got drunk and we got married in Vegas. Many people have done it before us. Many people will do it after us too.”

“And the fact she was your first love?” Daniel questioned.

“She was not,” Max scoffed, pausing for a moment before he continued. “And even if she was, I don’t like her like that anymore.”

“Oh, of course,” Daniel snickered under his breath. “So I am assuming you’re rushing to help Charles find a divorce lawyer then?”

Max paused for a few seconds too long. “Yeah, I mean. After the last race, obviously. My focus needs—”

“To be on a race that has no effect on your life other than adding another trophy to your shelf?” Daniel teased. “As if you couldn’t be talking to lawyers on the radio whilst racing with your eyes shut.”

“It’s just not a priority right now,” Max huffed out, clearing his throat a little.

“Uh huh,” Daniel laughed, shaking his head. “You know, usually the first step is a date, not marriage but I am going to respect whatever lil’ mastermind plan you have concocted in your head.”

Max let out a whine, throwing his head back. “I don’t have a plan!”

Daniel raised his brows. “So inviting her to watch the race from the Red Bull garage is just a random act of kindness to the enemy then?”

“She’s my wife, not the enemy. And it’s not random at all.”

Daniel snorted.

“Oh fuck off,” Max grumbled. “This is why you weren’t invited to the wedding in the first place.” 

“Actually, you did—”

“Shut up.”

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Dead on Main AU 3

Masterpost

So this one is a bit longer, but that's because part of it is the same phone conversation from the other side.

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“Road trip!” Dick calls out. All of the- siblings(?)-younger people start to scramble before Bruce calls out for them to stop.

“This is going to be a 12 hour drive one-way, which means we won't be back until dinner tomorrow at the earliest. Not all of you can go.” This causes a lot of frowns and Danny holds in a chuckle. They start arguing over why they should be able to go and Bruce pinches his nose, right between his eyes as they shout at him.

“First and Foremost, I do believe that Masters Duke, Damian, and Stephanie have school tomorrow.” Alfred inserts. Everyone quiets to listen to him, Danny notes. Everyone else they’ll talk over, he must be important, be extra nice to him.

The three must sigh and sit back down at the table. 

“Cass, if you wouldn’t mind staying to keep them out of trouble overnight. I’m sure Alfred will see them out to school.”

Cass shrugs, then signs at Dick who responds “Of course!” Danny hadn’t realized that she was speaking sign language this whole time.

Bruce then turns to face Dick and Tim. “You have absolutely no way to keep us from coming.” Dick sing-songs.

“You both have work tomorrow.”

“Actually, Dick and I called out ten minutes ago, family emergency.” Tim shrugs. “We won’t be in for a few days unless things change.”

“Alright, go grab your things.” They both whoop and you can just tell they were both about to start running when they catch eyes with Alfred and just start walking really fast. “Pack light, and grab some changes of clothes for Jason!”

Before they can leave a phone starts ringing. They all look around before all eyes settle back on Danny. He feels around his pockets for where the phone is, before pulling it out and seeing his own number on the caller ID.

“Oh, it’s me!” Danny hurries to pick up as he hears someone mutter “Why didn’t we think of that?” from the table. Dick and Tim are almost immediately right next to him as he mumble out a hello.

“Um, hello, Jason?”

“Yeah, this is Jason. You with my family?” His heart thumps when he hears his own voice coming out the other side of the phone. It somehow makes the whole situation seem a bit more real then it did before.

“If the people that were in the room with you before are your family. I really only have confirmation that one of them is your dad.”

“Hey, we’re his family”

“We’re all his brothers and Cass is his sister.”

“Have those motherfuckers not even introduced themselves?” 

So much talking at once, Danny tries to focus on his own voice coming through the phone. It’s a little deeper than it usually is, gruffer and lilted like it’s trying to talk in an accent the mouth isn’t familiar with shaping. Danny supposes the voice he’s speaking with now must be doing the same.

“Sort of. Eventually.” Jason sighs loud enough to hear over the phone and Danny chuckles at the response. 

“Right, well your name is Danny right?”

“Yeah! Have you talked to my family yet?” They were all home the last he checked, and Jazz usually tells him before she heads out. 

“No, haven’t left your room. Your name was on your homework though.”

“Oh, please do not judge the homework.” Danny rubs a hand down his face just thinking of that - his homework- being his soulmate's first real impression of him. 

“Didn’t even look at that part. So, I’m assuming that you guys are coming to me?”

Danny shakes off the embarrassment “I think so?” 

“Of course we are!”,  “Was he not paying any attention as we decided who should go?”, “We were just planning.” There are so many people talking at once again.

 Danny pulls his face away from the phone and turns to the room at large “Stop it, buzz off!”. He turns to face a wall and takes a few steps away.  “They said yes.”

“Please tell me they’re not all planning on coming.”

Danny hums, focused on something else. “Look, I do need to warn you…” what if he goes ghost, can he go ghost with Jason in his body? What are his parents working on today? “ about a few things actually. Jazz, my sister, her room is across the hall and she’ll be able to help you if you. I sort of have… like a medical condition. I would rather explain that to you in person, but she’ll watch out for you if you go meet her.”

“I can do that. Anything I should look out for?” Weird ice mist coming out of your mouth would be pretty unexplainable at the moment, but random things shooting at him can be avoided!

“My parents leave all kinds of weapons around the house, and sometimes they’ll target me-you- at random, so try not to touch anything, and either stay upstairs or have my sister take you somewhere in town. Whatever you do, don’t go in the basement, the lab is down there.” Almost everything in that lab is to be avoided, although since he is already in Danny’s body he shouldn’t be bothered by the potential radiation.

“Kid, what?” 

“This is really an in-person talk.”

Danny does not know how he would explain this over the phone, with a room of eavesdroppers behind him. Although they’ve become respectfully quiet, more whispers than anything now. 

“Sure, okay. Find Jazz, preferably leave the house.”

“Yep!” That would be best, Jazz will definitely help him. “Is there anything I should know?”

“Shit, if I had time I would give you a warning about everyone in my family individually, but for now… I don’t know if this will translate over…” It will, but there’s really no way to explain that. “I have… I guess it’s sort of a health condition as well. My family knows what triggers it, and they should be on their best behavior right now anyways, but if you wouldn’t mind putting someone on the phone I can threaten them properly.”

Danny laughs and puts the phone on speaker before calling out to the room, “You’re on speaker!” so everyone in the room knows as well as Jason. 

“I swear to god if any of you scare him, hurt him, or anything I’m going to kill you. I know everything you love and if you don’t act normal, just know, it will be destroyed.”

“Yeah, yeah. Jay, this is your soulmate!” Dick has bounded back over to Danny, right up in the personal space. 

“Also, most of us love you so that threat doesn’t work as well as you think it does.” Steph yells from the table, where she continued eating at some point.

“Bitch, I died once, I’ll do it again. Don’t test me on this right now.”

Danny starts laughing so hard he doesn’t register everyone else in the room having frozen at the outburst.

“Oh, wow, same.” Danny gets out once he can breathe again.

The room is staring at him again, but they seem to do that a lot.

“You must be Jazz.” They hear coming through the phone. “I’m Jason.”

“Jazz!” Danny calls out. 

“Danny would like to talk to you.” There’s a small shuffle. 

“Danny?”

“Hey, Jazz! So, apparently I’m the younger, so today’s the day. I’m with his family right now.”

“You have a plan? Are you coming home?”

“Yeah, just. Would you mind keeping an eye on Jason until I get there? It’s going to be a long drive so could you make sure nothing shoots him and that he gets edible food?”

“I’ll take him to Nasty for dinner, don’t worry.” Danny sighs in relief, he knew Jazz would help, but he did not need his soulmate food fighting with dinner.

“Sounds good, he’s in my body so he shouldn’t really be poisoned but Mom and Dad still can’t really cook. Speaking of which! He is in my body so if anything happens with the, um, medical condition, help him through that as well.”

“Of course, Danny.”

“Thanks Jazz! We were just deciding who was coming along, but apparently, it's about a 12-hour drive? So, you guys won’t see us until tomorrow.”  There’s a lot unspoken in this conversation, but Danny knows she’ll do her best. “Try not to interrogate him, and no psychoanalyzing!”

[cluescorner]

This is gonna be me whenever Albedo comes around, isn’t it?

My, holding onto my primos for dear life: DEHYA OR EULA, DEHYA OR EULA, DEHYA OR EULA

Klee, during Albedo season: Um, Miss Honorary Knight? Where’s my big brother? Klee picked some flowers for him!

Me: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

[wtfwriter]

I Promise - Clarisse La Rue x F!Reader

Reader Age: 16-17

Reader Godly Parent: Poseidon

Synopsis: Reader has just returned from the Labyrinth onto a battlefield. In an adaptation of the Battle of the Labyrinth, the Reader is faced with their own internal battle and wonders if keeping their relationship with Clarisse a secret is truly worth it, as well as facing the realities of war and its implications for their little brother.

Word Count: 3197 (I had thoughts and suddenly there were words on a google document. I had nothing to do with this.)

Preface:

Some of the lines and dialogue are written directly or slightly changed lines from Rick Riordian’s novel “Percy Jackson and the Olympians: The Battle of the Labyrinth.” Not all of this story is originally from me. Majority of these events happen in the order that they occur in the book with some minor tweaks

Also don’t ask me how the prophecy works here okay. I just think Percy deserves a big sister idk

I'm not 100% sure what age Clarisse is in this book, but google says she's about 16-17, so keep that in mind

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Even if pegasi are like neutral territory between Zeus and Poseidon, I never would fully relax while flying on the back of one. I held on tightly to my pegasus the entire time, muttering apologies for my grip to her the whole time. It’s alright, boss, she told me. If you could just let up on my skin, that would be great. 

Once we landed in Camp Half-Blood, I dismounted, petting my pegasus’ snout and apologizing again until she turned with the rest of her friends back towards the stables. Once I turned towards everyone else, Percy seemed to have already shared our story with Chiron and Silenus was arguing with Grover about Pan.

I didn’t pay much attention to this. Not because I didn’t care, but because the lines of half-bloods around Zeus’ fist caught my eye first. I watched as every single half-blood seemed to fall into place, with the Hephaestus cabin maintaining their traps, Apollo and Hermes’ cabins ready with bows in the trees, and Aphrodite kids running around combing people’s hair and straightening their armor.

What I was truly looking for, however, was the Ares cabin, which I found exactly where I knew they would be: the front lines. I surveyed for the girl I had been aching to see since I had left camp, a time that seemed much longer than it probably was. My eyes eventually found her, barking orders at her siblings.

I watched Clarisse move across the lines, prepared for battle and preparing those that stood with her. My eyes moved wherever she moved, never letting up, as if they were people who had finally gotten their first sip of water after years in a desert. I was so focused on her movements, I barely noticed when she finally looked at me.

I wondered if anyone else was following her line of sight, or mine. I wondered if we held the same expressions on our faces. I wondered if anyone could figure out what we were saying.

I love you. I’m sorry we can’t talk right now. Not with what’s happening. Not with this many people around. I will find you after all of this is over.

I promise.

We nodded at each other, faces determined, before we both turned back to our respective duties. I watched as each of my friends dispersed to do what they had to: Annabeth with her siblings, Tyson with the Hephaestus kids, and Grover went over to Juniper.

“Both of you, stay with me,” Chiron spoke. “I want you to wait so we know what we are dealing with. You must go where we need reinforcements.”

Percy and I nodded at him. “I saw Kronos,” Percy suddenly said. “It was Luke.. but he wasn’t…”

“He had golden eyes, yes? To merge with a mortal body would be… arduous. I’m not sure how he could have merged with Luke’s form without it burning into ash,” Chiron wondered aloud.

I chimed in, “Kronos said he had prepared the body.”

“I fear what that can mean. Perhaps it will limit his power, being in a mortal form.”

“Chiron,” Percy’s voice was laced with worry. “What if Kronos is leading this attack?”

“He is not,” Chiron replied, incredibly sure. “I would sense if he was drawing near. I believe you have… inconvenienced him when you two pulled his throne room on top of him.” He paused. “You two and your friend Nico, son of Hades.”

Percy looked down at the ground as I spoke. “We know we should’ve told you. It’s just—”

“I understand why you did not tell me. You felt responsible. You sought to protect him. However, if we are to survive this, we must be able to trust each other. We must —”

Chiron was cut off by the sudden wavering of the Earth. I heard Clarisse yell, “Lock shields!”

Then the Titan Army was upon us.

At first, all I saw was the Laistrygonians. Beckendorf yelled orders to fire the catapults, one of which fired a boulder that took one of them down. Arrows flew through the air. Campers gathered to bring down the remaining giants. I watched as Clarisse yelled even more orders.

Just when it seemed we were winning, another wave came out of the Labyrinth, this time of dracaenae. They were completely covered with battle armor, carrying nets and spears. I watched as some fell into traps while others were battling with campers. I looked for Clarisse again, finding her in a locked fight with one of the reptilian women.

I thought about how unfair this all was. How we were all just kids. How we were forced into this war. How all of this hate and pain was caused by hunger for power. 

I thought about how badly I wanted to take Percy away from all of this. How every day I wanted to get him away from his prophecy. How I wanted more than anything for him to be a little kid again.

I thought about how much I wanted to do with Clarisse. How beautiful she was. How she never failed to be the person I could always return to. How she promised me the world and I promised her the universe and it was still less than the both of us deserved.

I thought about how different my life could be if we were brave enough to change it. Maybe being a half-blood wasn’t something we wanted or something we could change. But, we didn’t need to be hiding anymore. It all seemed so stupid now, in the face of life and death,

Suddenly, a hellhound burst out of the opening and Chiron was yelling. “GO!”

Percy and I ran towards the hellhound. All I could see was horrifically clear images in the midst of a blur. Past friends and siblings fighting on opposing sides. Monsters disintegrating whilst others yelled triumphantly. I watched as Nico summoned a dozen undead warriors in various army attire before crumbling to the floor.

“Nico!” I yelled.

“Go! I’ll get the hellhound. You make sure he’s okay!” Percy yelled, running off as I slowed down. I pivoted to Nico, getting on my knees beside him.

“You okay?” I yelled over the commotion of battle.

“Yeah…” he panted. “Go, there’s more of them. You need to help.”

I looked up and got my first full look at everything that was happening. At the gruesome sights of battle. I watched as campers defended their home, the one place they were meant to be safe. I nodded to Nico before getting up.

I almost started to run back where Percy had gone when I heard Grover. He and Juniper were desperately trying to stop a fire that was getting dangerously close to Juniper’s tree. I rushed over, seeing Percy do the same.

I wasn’t sure what to do and by the look on his face, Percy didn’t either. The closest water source was nearly half a mile away, and we didn’t have petrified seashells here. All we could do was concentrate, praying to Poseidon, until I felt a pull in my gut. Suddenly, a wall of water appeared through the trees, dousing the fire. I sighed in relief, glad at least one crisis was averted.

Suddenly, a screech filled the air, followed by the sound of loud flapping wings. Kampê shot into the sky from the labyrinth entrance. Her right hand carried Ariadne’s string until her belt of animal heads rotated to the lion. She stuck the string into the lion’s maw. Safe keeping, I suppose.

Kampê drew her twin swords, which seemed to be dripping with poison. Chiron sent an arrow through the sky towards her, which she sensed as she moved at the last moment. Campers started to run away in fear.

“No! Stay and fight!” Tyson yelled, before being promptly slammed to the ground by a hellhound. They went rolling away.

Kampê landed on the Athena tent and Percy and I ran after her. Annabeth appeared on Percy’s side.

“This might be it,” she said.

“Could be,” Percy replied.

“Okay… morbid,” I muttered under my breath, but neither of them seemed to hear me, or acted like they didn’t.

“Nice fighting with you, seaweed brain.”

“Ditto.”

We all rushed towards Kampê, who lashed at us with her swords. My eyes burned from the poison lacing the blades. My lungs couldn’t seem to fully fill with air.

“We need help!” I yelled.

But there was no one to help. Either each half-blood was locked in their own fight or was too afraid to move towards us.

“Now!” Annabeth yelled, and all three of us rushed in at different angles. But it wasn’t enough. Kampê’s belt of animals snapped at me and I went back trying to not get bitten. 

Suddenly, I was on my back, ears ringing and head spinning. I couldn’t breathe due to a heavy weight. I opened my eyes to see Kampê’s leg on my chest, Percy pinned under the other, and Annabeth thrown off to the side, dazed and not getting up. Kampê raised her sword and I realized this was it. I prayed that Percy would get a fair judgement from the council in the Underworld, that they hadn’t all been bought out by Kronos.

Suddenly, a whirl of black pounced onto Kampê, throwing her off of us and I gasped for air.

“Good girl!” Daedalus called after her. I turned my head and watched as he slashed down monsters, followed closely behind by a friendly face… and many hands.

“Briares!” Tyson called excitedly.

“Hail, little brother!” Briares bellowed back. “Stand firm!”

Briares took up a boulder in nearly each hand, throwing them at Kampê, piling them around her. She was encased within her own makeshift monument taller than Zeus’ fist. By the time he was done, the only evidence that there was an ancient monster inside was from the twin swords still poking out between the stones.

The rocks shifted slightly, slotting into place.

Before I could celebrate that victory, I heard commotion over to the side. I turned just in time to watch Chiron get knocked down from his hind legs, laying on his side. I tried my best to get up, ignoring the ache in my chest from Kampê’s attack. 

As suddenly as I had gotten up to start running towards Chiron, I was back on my knees, covering my ears. The shrill sound seemed to come out of nowhere until I looked over at Grover. His mouth open wide, he seemed to have infinite lung capacity as the sound continued.

The enemies seemed to think better than to stick around after that. I watched dracaenae put down their weapons and sprint towards the labyrinth entrance. I watch laestrygonians rush towards the entrance right after them. More and more of the armies retreated until eventually they all seemed to have gone back underground.

Once the screeching had stopped, the sudden stillness in the air was agonizing. All I could hear was my own breathing as I heaved, still trying to recover from the previous heaviness crushing my lungs. I eventually pushed myself up and grabbed one of Annabeth’s arms with Percy.

I ran with the other two over to Chiron and kneeled in front of him.

“Are you alright? What can I do?”

“Nothing. This is embarrassing,” Chiron chuckled. “Thankfully, we don’t shoot centaurs with broken legs. I’ll be alright eventually.”

“Let me get someone from the medic tent,” Annabeth rushed, already standing up before Chiron stopped her.

“No need, Annabeth. There are far more severe injuries.”

“Guys!” I whipped my head to look for the source of the voice. “Come quick! It’s Nico.”

I shot up, running over to the black heap on the floor. I’d forgotten about him after the intense battle. Dammit.

I got down next to him, looking at his sweaty face. I grabbed his ice cold hands for a pulse.

“He needs nectar! Quickly!” Percy yelled. One of the Ares campers quickly came over with the bottle as I propped Nico up as best as I could onto my knee. Percy dribbled some of the liquid into his mouth. I let out a sigh of relief as he stirred.

“Gods, Nico. I’m so sorry. Are you okay?”

The boy coughed slightly before nodding. “Never tried to summon so many at once before. I’ll be okay.” He turned his head to look beside me. “Daedalus.”

I looked over at the man as Mrs. O’Leary loomed behind him, licking his wounds that were leaking oil. Freaky.

Percy and Daedalus spoke as I tried to convince Nico to rest for a moment. Of course, he refused. I shook my head at him. “One day, you'll have to stop being so stubborn,” I told him.

He rolled his eyes, but smiled slightly. “Bianca would say the same thing. I’ll stop when it doesn’t work for me anymore.”

“But Daedalus,” Percy said. “Even without the string, Kronos’ army still has a way into camp.”

“You’re right,” Daedalus sighed. “As long as the Labyrinth is here, your enemies can use it. And so, the labyrinth can no longer continue.”

Annabeth stepped forward. “But, you said the Labyrinth was connected to you. If the labyrinth’s gone –”

“Yes, Annabeth. I too will be gone. And so, I have a present for you.”

Daedalus removed his satchel from his back and pulled out his laptop, engraved with a greek delta, and handed it to Annabeth. “That holds several designs of mine. Some unfinished, some I think you’ll find interesting, others I felt could never be in the mortal world. I'm positive you will find some things useful there.”

Annabeth was speechless. “This… This is priceless. And you’re just giving this to me?”

“It is less than you deserve. Less than I should do to atone for my mistakes.”

As Daedalus spoke of his time coming to an end and accepting whatever punishment he will be given from his judgment in the Underworld, I came to realize just how small we all are. Just how little we are meant to live. How many regrets we still have over such little time.

I looked around at all of the half-bloods scattered around. I saw some over at the medical tent, others scattered just hugging their friends and siblings, some sitting by the ones we lost who had been covered by thin fabrics.

I questioned my own mortality, and Percy’s. We weren’t meant to live forever. We were never going to. But with the little amount of time we both had, how many regrets would we hold with us?

I thought of Clarisse. I thought of how I hadn’t gone up to her before the battle. How I’d always regret that. I thought of how we both decided to keep our relationship a secret. How that was something I didn’t want to do anymore if it meant having to live with regrets. I thought about how I hadn’t seen her since I had joined the battle.

I looked back at the scene before me as Nico pulled out his sword and stepped before Daedalus. After being zoned out for a second, it freaked me out, until I realized Nico wasn’t raising it.

“Your time has long since come. Be released and rest.”

The relief in Daedalus’ eyes was freeing for us all. Knowing that he was truly ready brought us all some consolation. We watched as his body turned to dust.

I took Percy’s hand in mine and gave him a small smile. “I know there’s a lot to do, but there's something I have to do first.”

Percy nodded. “I know,” he said, and for some odd reason, I knew that he fully did, even though he didn’t say it. I looked down as he continued to speak. “You really didn’t have to hide it from me, you know? I was a bit upset about it at first but I think I was more… sad that you felt you couldn’t tell me.”

I looked back into his eyes and breathed out through my nose, smiling softly. “I just didn’t want you to hate me for this. More than just the ‘Clarisse’ part.”

“Oh, well, that part I might hold a bit of a grudge about,” he smiled at me in a way that told me he was joking. “But otherwise, all I care about is that you’re happy.”

We smiled at each other before Percy suddenly wrapped his arms around my waist. It felt like he was just a little kid again, like he was just my little brother, nothing more. It felt like we suddenly weren’t in the middle of a battlefield and there was an ancient monster buried in rubble just a few feet over. It felt like I was back home. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders.

“I will kill her if she makes you cry.”

We laughed harder than we should have.

He pulls away first, telling me to “get my girl.” I don’t even think twice before turning and starting to run through the battlefield.

I frantically looked around for Clarisse, hoping and praying to every single god that she was okay. I was so frantic that I nearly missed her over by the Ares station, seeming to be ignoring something her brother was saying in favor of looking out at all of the other half-bloods.

I didn’t even think before my feet were moving. Clarisse started to walk around, looking for something. It wasn’t until we made eye contact that I realized it was me she was looking for, when her eyes softened in the way they always seemed to whenever she looked at me, like she was letting go of the anger embedded within her skin and cooling off just a bit.

It didn’t matter to me that we were surrounded by people, and Clarisse made no complaints when my left hand cupped her cheek and my lips met hers. Her arms held my waist as my right arm circled around to hold the back of her neck. I could feel the sweat that was dripping down from the battle and the adrenaline that was just beginning to crash.

I didn’t realize she was crying until I tasted the saltiness. I withdrew slightly before pecking her lips once more. The thumb of my left hand moved to her cheek and under her eye to wipe the tears.

I didn’t realize I was crying until Clarisse’s left hand left my waist to wipe the tears on the right side of my face. We both laughed slightly, bringing our foreheads together and closing our eyes. I angled my head to kiss her one more time before hugging her properly. She buried her face into my neck and I laughed at how it tickled.

“Gods, we both smell horrible.”

“I know.”

We didn’t speak for a while, soaking up each other, but it still didn't feel like enough.

“I’m glad you’re okay,” she whispered.

“I’m glad you’re okay, too.”

It didn’t matter that everyone at camp could see us and Clarisse didn’t seem to mind it either. There were more important things than reputation right now.

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📖ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: maybe you shouldn’t be late to any event you go to, or bare minimum don’t make any bets you know you’re not going to win. having no hand-eye coordination is not great when you’re being forced to play golf.

📖ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: i think i’m funny. one or two dirty jokes. and reader does have a lil injury (nothing bad). not edited at all 😎

📖ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: the doc says 900 words?? it feels longer idk

📖ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: lando x black!fem!reader (it’s mainly twitch trio focused-alex,george & lando)

📖ɢᴇɴʀᴇ: smau

📖ꜱᴏᴜɴᴅᴛʀᴀᴄᴋ: swang • rae sremmurd

ᴘʀᴇꜰᴀᴄᴇ: i’d like to remind everyone that the people asked for this hellscape! you 🫵🏽 asked for it. it’s long, like LONG. anyways: max is definitely the type of dude to use the cat emojis. my bad to my charles girlies, he did not make the cut for this 😔 i had to get rid of like three or four ig posts and stories to make this all fit into one tblr post, and none of that had charles content 🫠. also, the plot damn near ran away from me, but it’s barely there—it’s kinda more friend focused than lando x reader until the end! uh there’s one part in here that was inspired by tik tok comments, y’all will know which one 😅 inspired by the fact that my brother hit me with a golf club when i was a child 🙂i think i’m pretty funny so i hope you guys find this funny asl, otherwise what did i do this for?

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georgerussell63: off to a terrible start for golf day. my girlfriends “wife” is crashing the party, and my mates gf is already -4 after two holes 🙂

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lilymhe: light work 💪🏼 no reaction🥱

user: not his girlfriend’s wife ☠️

➥ user: who does he think keeps carmen’s bed warm when he’s not at home???

alex_albon: welcome to watch mojo! and today we’re counting down our top 10 times our gf’s ditch us for each other 🤨

➥ user: and?

➥ user: what else are they supposed to do alexander 😀

y/ninstagram: put some respeCK on my name princling, or next time i see u its on sight 😡 im aiming the golf club straight at you

➥ georgerussell63: you can’t even hit the golf ball in under three tries, or aim anywhere near the holes

➥ georgerussell63: i think i’ll be fine

➥ y/ninstagram: 😟😐 i'll remember this george william russell, ur asking for it

carmenmmundt: george failed to mention that he’s +3 already

➥ georgerussell: like, literally nobody asked you to say that 😒

➥ landonorris: drag him !!! he doesn’t get to say shit about our wife 😤

➥ carmenmmundt: *my wife

➥ user: lmfaooo im 💀

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alex_albon: ladies and gentlemen, introducing: *my* girlfriend 🤤✨

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y/ninstagram: we MUST stay focused sisters

y/ninstagram: gawd damn‼️ wifey could hit me with that golf club any day

➥ carmenmmundt: fuck the club, i’ll let her run me over w the cart🥴

lilymhe: next hole, i’ll show you guys what a proper stoke is 😏

➥ lilymhe: since our bf’s seem to underperform…on the golf course obv

➥ user: AYOOO?!!

➥ carmenmmundt: okay 😇

➥ y/ninstagram: why r my thighs wet rn

➥ user: dO THEY KNOW THIS IS PUBLIC

alex_albon: i’m at a loss for words

➥ landonorris: this is literally your fault

➥ georgerussell63: can’t believe you mate 🫤

➥ alex_albon: how is this MY fault??! whattddiddiddoo

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y/ninstagram: idk y ur complaining? the cart is parked. on its side, but it’s parked😊

carmenmmundt: i think we’ve punished ourselves

alex_albon: should’ve left her ass at home like i said 😒

francisca.cgomes: idk even know why y’all let her drive the cart😨

y/ninstagram • 4 hrs ago

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maxfewtrell: ur joeeee kingggg. ur joe king 😐

francisca.cgomes: i wouldn’t even trust u with the scorecard—but pop off !!! girl boss shit

danielricciardo: SO I HAD TO, GRIND LIKE THAT TO SHINE LIKE THIS 🗣️🗣️‼️💯

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lando.jpg: BRO SAID ABSOLUTELY NOTHING 🥶🥶🔥🔥🔥

➥ maxfewtrell: SHE SOUNDS FIRE 🔥 ON MUTE ‼️💯

lilymhe: SHE GOT A HIDDEN TALENT 🔥🔥🔥 KEEP IT HIDDEN 🔥🔥🔥

➥ alex_albon: no talent ✅ JUST STRAIGHT ASS 💯💯🗣️🗣️🔥🔥

georgerussell63: THIS IS FIRE 🔥 PUT IT OUT ‼️

user: SHE SPITTING BARS 💯💯💯 PUT HER BEHIND THEM 🔥🔥🔥

user: THE SILENCE IS SO LOUD WHEN THIS HITS 🗣️🔥🔥

user: WE STARTED FROM THE BOTTOM 🔥🔥🔥 NOW WE’RE DIGGING 🗣️🗣️🔥💯‼️🙌🏽🙌🏽

y/ninstagram: y u hurt me 😪

➥ carmenmmundt: i think you’re underrated, honestly <; 3

➥ y/ninstagram: aw ty carmie :)

➥ carmenmmundt: I HOPE IT STAYS THAT WAY 🥶🥶‼️‼️🙌🏻🙌🏻

➥ y/ninstagram: bee-eff-eff-aur: be FUCKING for real 😒

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alexandrasaintmleux: how THE fuck did u manage to give yourself a concussion??!

carlossainzjr: pobrecita😪 how 😭 terrible 😭 can you tell lando to come over when ur done

carlossainzjr: hello

carlossainzjr: niña i can see you reading my messages

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landonorris: thank you for all the wishes about y/n (not u carlos, you’re in time out). she only has a mild concussion, and verbally assaults me when i wake her up every two hours 😒 to make sure she’s alive 🤗

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landonorris: god forbid i stop her from dying 😱

➥ carlossainzjr: heyyy be nice to her she’s in another world right now

➥ landonorris: u r not slick sainz. don’t expose our affair to my gf when she’s injured

➥ carlossainzjr: she won’t even remember this 🥺

➥ user: sir👁️👄👁️, this is a wendy’s drive through

➥ user: they know this on the internet 4ever right…?

lilymhe: this girl swung the club, missed the ball, and let go of the damn club no follow through

➥ carmenmmundt: it hit the ground and ricocheted back at her

➥ alex_albon: and she got knocked on the forehead hard asl

➥ georgerussell63: the noise it made was hilarious 😂 y’all should’ve been there

➥ user: geORGE WILLIAM????

➥ georgerussell63: i’m mad we didn’t get it on video smh 😔

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[holylulusworld]

Very tight places - Kinktober 3

Summary: You're stuck with a soulless Sam again.

Pairing: Soulless!Sam x fem!Reader

Square 8 filled for @anyfandomgoesbingo: Amnesia

Square 6 filled for @samwinchesterbingo: Dirty Talk

Warnings: soulless!Sam being his asshole self, cheating (kinda), smut, unprotected sex, dirty talk, mentions of anal sex, creampie, claustrophilia, blasphemie

Rating: Explicit

Kink: Claustrophilia

Words:

Kinktober vs Flufftober 2023

Catch up here: Cramped (1) & Tight places (2)

Six months later you are still hunting with Dean and Sam. You didn’t want to leave the elder Winchester alone with his soulless brother. 

Who are you trying to kid? The ugly and embarrassing truth is, that you can’t stay away from Sam for too long.

He’s intoxicating. You’re high on him, and the way he fucks you. If you had an ounce of dignity left, you’d tell the bastard to fuck off. But you are too far gone to care.

Most nights, you let him do unspeakable things to you. Dean stumbled in on you and his brother, calling you sick more than once. He wrinkles his nose anytime Sam gropes you in front of his brother.

Sam has no filter. In any way. When it comes to sex, he doesn’t care if you are in the middle of a case, at a hospital, or buying groceries. Sam wants you, and he gets you.

Anytime. Anywhere.

“Sam, what are we doing here, dressed in the cheapest costumes we could find,” you grumble as Sam decides you must play nun and priest to solve your latest case. 

Dean is out and about to find Death. Not to die this time, but to convince Death himself to help him get Sam’s soul back. 

Sam is not amused. He wants to stay like this. New and improved. Deadly, focused, and with a sexual appetite making even Dean blush.

“I look ridiculous. They will not believe I’m a nun.” Glancing around the almost empty church you sigh. At least there are not many people around to witness your poor performance.

“Why?” Sam resists the urge to grope your ass. Seeing you in your nun costume got him rock-hard. If not for the case he wants to solve, he’d have you bent over the altar already. “We look just the same as the priest I knocked out to get his clothes.”

“You did what?” you stop in your tracks to gape at Sam. “Please tell me you didn’t knock a priest out, Samuel Winchester. I don’t want to go to hell only because you have no impulse control.”

Sam smirks darkly. “You are so cute when mad,” he dips his head to whisper, “not so cute while you writhe on my fat cock. You’re a whore, not a saint. I know how you like it. Dirty and rough.”

“Sam, can you for once not think about your dick?” You growl. “We still need to find the monster killing the people at the church. Sadly, the only witness still suffers from amnesia.”

“That’s where you come in,” Sam purrs. “I didn’t want you to wear this iconic tunic only for fun. You are the one taking Sister Margaret’s place. You’ll fit in just fine.”

“I don’t want to play the next victim for the monster. Which by the way, you still didn’t identify, Sam. Maybe you shouldn’t have spent the last night at the bar with that blonde,” you snap at the hunter. You don’t give a shit if your blow your cover. Sam won’t get away with treating you like a random bitch he can fuck and leave afterward.

“Y/N, be honest with me,” he chuckles at your angry expression, “are you jealous because you are in love with me?“

“You wish,” you walk away, too angry to be around Sam today. Are you jealous? Of course, you are. Sam and you spent the last months together. Most of the time in the sheets. But last night, he told you to leave and didn’t return until early in the morning.

“Don’t be like that, baby,” Sam mocks you. “I know you love me. You draw hearts and imagine walking down the aisle while I wait for you to give you the ring.”

“You’re such an asshole,” you turn back around to snap at Sam. “I can’t wait for Dean to get your soul back. The moment you have it back, I’m gone. Don’t believe I stuck around for you and your limp dick. I did it for Dean because he’s a good man. Always was.”

“You want my brother?” His features darken, and you can see the change in Sam’s eyes. You take a step back. You know the look in his eyes. It’s the same one you see when he’s about to attack a monster. “Well, too bad. He can’t have you.”

“He can have me if he wants me.” It’s your turn to pay Sam back for all the times you asked yourself if he’s with some other girl. “Just like you had that pretty little thing last night.”

Sam snorts. “She was boring and wanted to go on a date first.” He casually says. As if this excuses his behavior, and how he treated you last night. “Come. I show you something nice.”

“Sam, I’m not in the mood for one of your games. Let’s just solve this case and we can go our separate ways. I stuck around far longer than I intended to.” You huff as Sam once again, ignores your protests. He grabs you by your arm and drags you toward the confession booth.

“Sam! What are you doing?” 

“Shush now, I saw someone,” he pushes you inside the booth and closes the door behind him. You gulp. You’re stuck in a tight place with Sam again. “Do you have your gun?”

“What kind of question is that Winchester? I’m not an idiot!”

“Good. Stay in here and wait for me,” he turns around to look at you. Something flashes in his eyes before he turns around to leave the booth. Not without telling you to lock it, though…

You’re gnawing at your nails. Sam left you at the confession booth half an hour ago, and now you don’t know if you left the booth to help him or not. 

You press your ear to the door, listening to your breathing. There is not a sound, and you wonder if Sam messed with you and just left the church.

“Open the door,” Sam knocks at the door, “now.”

“Fuck, Winchester,” you curse, but unlock the door to drag Sam inside. He closes it behind him once again and releases an annoyed huff as you check him for injuries. 

“You can't wait to put your hands on me again, huh?” Sam turns around to look you up and down. “You know,” he licks his lips. His large hands shoot toward your face to cradle it for a moment, “I think you should confess your sins to me, my dear.”

“I said I’m not in the mood for one of your games,” you pout and cross your arms over your chest. “Why did you leave me in here, all alone? Did you find the monster?”

“I fucked the nuns and gave them a good spanking,” Sam deadpans. “What do you think I did? I kept you safe. The monster wasn’t here. We will find them, though.”

“You’re such an asshole.”

“And you are still my whore. My brother can’t have you,” he moves his hand to your throat. “Say it.”

“Fuck you.”

“You wish I would,” he chuckles as you claw at the hand holding your throat in a tight grip. “OR maybe I should remind you of your worth. Turn around, lift your tunic, sister. I want to see your cunt.”

“No.”

“Do it or I swear I’ll drag you out of here and fuck you on the altar like I wanted to,” he warns. You know Sam is not joking. If you don’t do as he says, he’ll drag you out and have his way with you on the altar.

He drops his hand from your throat, smirking as you slowly turn around. You shove the black tunic up your body to reveal your ass to him. 

“I hate you so much.”

“No panties,” Sam moves his hand between your legs to find you dripping for him. “you’re such a whore for me. I can’t believe I found someone like you.”

You should knee his balls and just leave him there. Instead, you press your hands against the wooden wall and brace yourself for Sam’s massive cock. He’s not a fan of foreplay when he’s like that. 

“My whore.” He runs his large hand over your back, down to your ass. “Look at you, ready to have my cock. I think I’ll go for your ass today.”

You suck in a breath. It’s always a struggle to take him up your ass. Especially when he’s impatient. 

“Here?”

“Aw, my little cockslut loves having me up her ass, huh?” His pants drop to the ground before you can even choke out a moan. Sam is on you in a blink. One hand moves between your legs to slap your pussy. “Answer me!”

“YES!”

“Louder!”

“I love your cock up my ass,” he slaps your pussylips again, and again until your tender flesh throbs and you soak his hand. “I want to feel it all the time.”

“Beg me,” he slings his arm around your throat. “Y/N, I’m not asking,” Sam growls in your ear. “I want to hear you beg.”

“Please give me your cock, Father Winchester,” he bends your body to his will and rams himself inside of your leaking cunt.

“Fuck,” Sam is not gentle. All he gives you is his free hand between your legs to toy with your clit. He snaps his hips into your ass, making you cry out with every deep thrust. “I love it when cry a little.”

“Ass-hole,” you press your hands hard against the wooden wall. “I hate you so much.”

Sam doesn’t care about your words, or that you soak his cock only a few thrusts later. He batters your cunt, hoping to force another orgasm out of you to make you see that only he can fulfill your desires.

“You make the sweetest noises when I fuck you,” he nips at your earlobe, teeth sinking in your flesh to tug at it. You moan and push back onto him. Sam knows exactly which buttons he must push to get what he wants. “I’m going to fill this cunt up again.”

You hiss his name when your body sizes up. You tremble in his arms and close your eyes as your orgasm washes over you. When he fucks you like this, from behind you can pretend it’s the real Sam, not the broken version of the hunter.

“You’re such a good slut for me, Y/N. I’ll never let you go,” his words a more threat than a promise. His hips begin to stutter. “Open that pussy for me, take my cum…”

You don’t know how you made it out of the church without getting caught. Sam’s cum ran down your thighs as he dragged you out of the place you stained with your sins.

Back at the motel, you try to make him talk to you. Sam sits across you, just staring at you.

“Sam, we still need to find the monster.” You sigh as he ignores you. “SAM! The monster.”

“It was a hoax,” he shrugs and drops his eyes to your legs. “I wanted to fuck you at a church in a confession booth.”

“There is no monster?” Your jaw drops. “You drove to the middle of nowhere, and forced me to wear a nun costume only for sex.”

“Roleplay, kitten. It’s essential to keep my dick hard.” He watches you squirm on the bed. “Be good and spread your legs. Let me see your tainted cunt.”

“Sam…can you just not be so crass all the time?” 

“I said,” he gets up from his seat to stand in front of your bed, “spread your legs and show me your well-fucked and cum stained cunt.”

“Fine,” you fall back onto the bed and spread your legs. “Satisfied.”

“Hmm…I don’t know,” he unbuckles his belt with one hand and shoves his pants down his legs. “I think you need more cum in your pussy…”

“Please tell me you got him out,” Dean looks at Death. 

“I got his soul, and we should hurry but,” Death looks Dean straight in the eyes, “I must warn you. This soul got ripped apart, and there is not much left of the brother you knew…

[winter-soldier-101]

You are not her !

Word count:1469

Warning- seeing dead body and talking about blood.

“Daemon please tell me that you did love me” (Y/N) begs him to tell her the truth.

“I did love and care about you but I haven’t loved and cared for you for some time” Daemon says to (Y/N) watching all the love and hope leave her face.

(Y/N) looks at Daemon and turns away and turns back to him.

“You’ve never lived or cared for me, you only wanted Rhaenyra, well you should have taken her when you had the chance” (Y/N) yelled at him.

“I only ever wanted Rhaenyra but I couldn’t have her so I took you instead” Daemon says leaving you alone in the room.

(Y/N) looks at the door then looks back at her things and starts packing the clothes she could and runs to her dragon and leaves Daemon alone.

Many years before

(Y/N) and Rhaenyra rode side by side in the sky before flying back to King's Landing.

(Y/N) rode one of the deadly dragons the cannibal and Rhaenyra rode Syrax as (Y/N) lands cannibal she waits for cannibal to leave to make sure everyone is safe and Rhaenyra gets off Syrax and walks over to you and Alicent walks out the carriage waiting for you both and you both walk into the carriage and make your way to the Red Keep.

(Y/N) and Rhaenyra go to their rooms and change and go to their mothers room with Alicent following behind them.

“(Y/N), Rhaenyra you both know I don’t like you both flying while I’m in this condition” Aemma tells both her daughters.

“Mother” (Y/N) says smiling at Aemma while moving over to her.

“You don’t like us flying while you're in any condition” Rhaenyra says smiling.

“Your Grace,” Alicent says.

“Good Morrow Alicent” Aemma says.

“Did you sleep?” (Y/N) asks Aemma.

“I slept” Aemma tells (Y/N).

“How long?” Rhaenyra asks.

“I don’t need mothering from you both” Aemma says smiling at you both.

“Well here you are surrounded by attendants all focused on the babe someone has to attend to you” (Y/N) says.

“You both will lay in this bed soon enough this discomfort is how we serve the realm” Aemma tells you and Rhaenyra.

“I would rather serve as a knight and ride to battle and glory” Rhaenyra tells Aemma.

“We have royal wombs you and I and your sister, the child bed is our battlefield. We must learn to face it with a stiff lip. Now both you go take a bath you stink of dragon” Aemma says.

(Y/N) goes to her room and bathes and Rhaenyra makes her way to the small council meeting.

(Y/N) bathes and gets dressed and moves around the keep and sees her sister and uncle talking in the throne room.

Rhaenyra leaves and finds Alicent and they make their way to the gods' wood and read.

(Y/N) makes her way to her room but hears her parents talking and decides to listen.

“Rhaenyra has already decided that she is having a sister” Aemma says, holding Viserys hand.

“Oh really and what has (Y/N) said?” Viserys asks.

“(Y/N) is just happy to have another sibling and Rhaenyra has picked a name for her” Aemma says smiling.

“Dare I ask?” Viserys asks Aemma.

“Visenya,she chose a dragon egg for the cradle that she said reminded her of Vhagar” Aemma tells Viserys.

“Gods be good this family already has its Visenya” Viserys says chuckling.

“Has there been any word from your brother?” Aemma asks.

“Not since I named him commander of the city watch I’m sure he will re-emerge for the tourney he could never stay away from the lists” Viserys says.

“The tourney to celebrate the first born son that we presently do not have,you do understand nothing will cause the babe to grow a cock if it does not already have one” Aemma says looking at Viserys.

“This child is a boy Aemma I’m certain of it I’ve never been more certain of anything the dream it was clearer than a memory our son was born wearing Aegon's iron crown when I heard the sound of thundering hooves splintering shields and ringing swords and I placed our son upon the Iron Throne as the bells of the grand sept tolled and all the dragons roared as one” Viserys says holding Aemmas hand.

“Born wearing a crown gods spare me birth is unpleasant enough as it is- This is the last time Viserys I’ve lost one babe in the cradle and two stillbirths and two pregnancies ended well before their term that’s five in twice as many years I know it is my duty to provide you an heir and I’m sorry if I have failed you in that I am but I’ve mourned all the dead children I can” Aemma tells him.

(Y/N) leaves the hall with tears falling down her face. She never knew her mother was in so much pain and suffering from so much loss.

The Tournament.

“Queen Aemma has begun her labors” Viserys announced to the whole kingdom.

“Where has my father gone?” (Y/N) asks Otto.

“He went to your mother, she needs him now” Otto tells you.

(Y/N) feels her body heat up she feels that she’s on fire and she might faint she reaches for Rhaenyra and let’s out a small cry she feels like something horrible is happening Otto comes back and talks to members of the council and they look at you and Rhaenyra and walk away to the Keep. (Y/N) runs out and the guards try to stop her but she runs past them and runs to see if her mother is alright and opens the door and sees her mothers body laying there with blood everywhere and she’s not moving (Y/N) runs over and begs her to wake up as she lets out a loud scream.

(Y/N) stood alone as she watched her mother and brothers body burn Cannibal flew over and roared out in pain as (Y/N) cried out.

(Y/N) stood at the door as her father yelled at Daemon and told him he’s named a new heir.

“Father?” (Y/N) calls out as she and Rhaenyra walk over to him.

“Balerion was the last living creature to have seen Old Valyria before the Doom, its greatness and its flaws. When you look at the dragons what do you see?” Viserys asks Rhaenyra as she would be his heir.

“What? You haven’t talked to me or (Y/N) since,mother’s funeral and now you send your king's guard down to bring us here why?” Rhaenyra asks.

“Answer me, it's important what do you see?” Viserys asks again.

“I suppose I see us,” Rhaenyra says.

“Tell me” Viserys says looking at her.

“Everyone says Targaryens are closer to gods than to men but they say that because of our dragons without them we’re just like everyone else’s” Rhaenyra says looking at Viserys.

“The idea that we control the dragons is an illusion; they're a power men should never have trifled with one that brought Valyria its doom. If we don’t mind our own histories it will do the same to us a Targaryen must understand this to be King or Queen I’m sorry Rhaenyra and (Y/N) I have wasted the years since you both were born waiting for a son” Viserys says looking at you both (Y/N) looks at her father happily because now he sees them.

“There is something else that I need to tell you both it might be difficult for you to understand but you both must hear it our histories they tell us that Aegon looked across the Blackwater from DragonStone saw a rich land ripe for the capture but ambition alone is not what drove him to conquest it was a dream and just as Daenys foresaw the end of Valyria, Aegon foresaw the end of the world of men it’s to begin with a terrible winter gusting out of the north Aegon saw absolute darkness riding on those winds and whatever dwells within will destroy the world of the living when this great winter comes Rhaenyra all of Westeros must stand against it and if the world of men is to survive a Targaryen must be seated on the Iron Throne a king or queen strong enough to unite the realm against the cold and dark Aegon called his dream “The Song Of Ice And Fire” this secret it’s been passed from king to heir since Aegon's time now you must promise to carry it and protect it promise me this Rhaenyra promise me” Viserys tells Rhaenyra as (Y/N) watches on and smiles at her sister.

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[starogeorgina]

All mine

Warnings: None

Pairing: Spencer Reid x reader

1.01

You do your best to stifle a giggle as Spencer looks at you horrified; your most recent confession has thrown him for a loop.

His mouth twitches as he says, “You’ve never tried them?”

“I don’t really like sweet things.”

“How have you never tried a doughnut before?” The giggle escapes your lips as Spencer looks at you unamused before reaching his hand into the paper bag sitting on the table and popping the last mini donut into his mouth. “You’re missing out; it's delicious.”

Watching him lick the sugar off his fingers caused something inside you to twist into a knot in your stomach. He’d smeared some of the sugar across his lips, which he failed to notice. “Hmm,” you cocked your head to the side, “actually, I think I’ll try one.”

“Um, that was the last of them, but I think I might know somewhere-”

You weren’t sure if it was the countless beers you’d drank or the near darkness you were sitting in, but something gave you a sudden urge of confidence you’d never had before. You grabbed the collar of Spencer's shirt and pulled him towards you, kissing the corner of his mouth, which still had sugar on it.

After working late on a case, Spencer insisted on walking you home. When the storm picked up and flash flood warnings came on the news, you offered to let him sleep on your couch. This wasn’t how you intended for the night to go, and the moment you did it, you realized you’d crossed a line. You were about to apologize for overstepping the mark when Spencer kissed you back.

—

You listened to the rest of your team leave the room as your eyes remained fixated on the board in front of you. The bodies of three victims were pinned up; all of them had been stripped naked and brutally murdered. You had been struggling to hold it together for the past few hours, and now your emotions were starting to overflow, thinking about how helpless they must feel.

“Hey Quinn, aren’t you coming?”

You wipe the tears that had fallen from your bloodshot eyes. Damn it. You thought everyone had left.

“Yeah, just coming,” you croaked.

Cautiously Derek walked towards you as a sharp sob cut through the room, it takes you a moment to realize it came from you. Derek steps in front of you, gently cupping your face so that you’ll look at him. Ever since joining the BAU he’d taken on a protective brother role, most likely because you reminded him of Desirée, his younger sister. He says you share her feistiness. “You are going to be fine,” he says reassuringly, assuming he knew what the issue was, “we have a safe location for you, and there will be officers outside at all times. It won’t take us long to find this guy.”

“This isn’t about the unsub, I’m worried about Reid.” Spencer had gotten caught up in a crossfire with the last unsub your team had been chasing and ended up in hospital with minor injuries. He suffered a head wound along with a grazed shoulder from a stray bullet.

He chuckles to himself, “he only needs to stay one more night for observation then the doctors are letting him out.”

You feel yourself breaking as your eyes sting with fresh tears. “I’m pregnant. I found out last night.”

“Oh,” he looks down at you with a fresh wave of concern in his eyes. He briefly looks at the doorway where Garcia was waving for him to hurry up through the window on the door. “Babe, I promise you I will be there for you, whatever you need. But right now I need to take Garcia to the hospital to visit Reid. Do you want to come with us? Or I can swing by after.”

“I-,” you shake your head. “I don’t know what to do.”

Derek lets out a deep sigh, he was torn between how to help multiple friends at once.

The newest unsub your team was focusing on was a killer stalking and murdering women in the FBI all over America. Security specialists, financial experts, intelligence analysts and now he was targeting behavioral Analysis. When you arrived at work in the morning you opened a letter that had a threatening note inside, in the same handwriting all the victims had received days before being killed.

“I think you should come see Reid with us,” Derek puts his jacket on. “At the very least listening to him criticize the hospital food and cleanliness, it will be a distraction.”

You wipe your eyes and take a deep breath, “okay, okay your right. I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I’m just overwhelmed.”

He pats your shoulder, “of course you are. Finding out your target and pregnant within twenty four hours would shake anyone. I gotta say I’m surprised, I didn’t know you had a boyfriend.”

“I don’t… well it’s complicated.”

Derek raises his hands and says, “Hey, no judgment from me, baby girl. I’ve just never heard you even talk about dating. I thought it was an uptight thing.” You swat at his chest playfully as he opens the door for you with a stupid grin on his face. “I was serious, though; whatever happens next, I’m here for you.”

“Thank you, and I’m thankful you’re here for me.” You let out another deep breath. “I need to tell my father, who will no doubt freak out.”

“No doubt," he snorts. "Is it someone I know?”

“Spencer is the father.”

—

"Thanks for driving me to my apartment to pick up a get-well present," Garcia says, unbuckling her belt. “But I think I’m going to drive myself to the hospital. There’s a weird vibe in here, and I just don’t want to be part of it. I’ll see you guys soon.”

She hops out and quickly heads into her building. You lean your head back, puffing out your cheeks, knowing Derek is desperate to say something. It had been killing him that Garcia reappeared in the hallway seconds after you told him who the father of your child was, which had caused a building tension. As expected, Derek turns to you with a serious look on his face before he drives off. “Axel Josephine Quinn, you can’t just drop a bomb like that and then expect me to go on as normal. Reid?! Spencer Reid?!”

“Yes, Spencer.”

“I didn't—since when were you guys a thing?” He asks while pulling out onto the road, his voice alarmingly high.

“We aren’t; we are just friends who had a one-time thing.”

He shakes his head. “You know you need to tell Hotch right after you tell Reid, right? Especially now that you are a wanted woman. I’m coming to stay with you at the safe house; there's no way in hell I’m leaving you alone.”

“Thank you, and I’ll tell Hotch as soon as Spence has come to terms with it.” You’d been friends with Spencer long enough to understand that depending on what head space he was in, it would determine how fast he came to terms with the news of becoming a father.

—

“Baby girl, do you want to accompany me to the canteen? I’m starved,” Derek says, looking directly at Garcia.

“Sure thing,” she looks over at you, “are you coming, Joey? Who can resist hospital jelly? I’m sure those guys won’t mind,” she says, motioning to the two cops waiting outside the hospital room. Derek made sure to call them and inform them that you were taking a detour before going to the safe house.

The mere mention of jelly made you feel nauseous, but you managed to fake a smile. “No, I’m good, thanks; I’ll keep Spencer company while you guys eat.”

Spencer was happily reading the science magazine you brought him, along with coffee and rice crispy treats you’d bought from the hospital gift shop. How the hell were you going to ruin his happiness by telling him? Would he be mad? Upset? Closing your eyes, you let out a deep breath, trying to mentally prepare yourself.

“Josephine?”

You chuckle at hearing your name. Since high school, you’d gone by your middle name instead of your first name, but nobody on your team called you Josephine; it was always Joey, so you knew Spencer was feeling awkward.

You open your eyes when Spencer places his hand on top of yours. “I know you have a lot going on right now with being the killer's target, so I won’t push you into talking about what happened between us that night right now, but I want you to know I care a lot about our friendship and hope this doesn’t come between us.”

“I’m so glad you said that; I have something I need to tell you.”

“Does Morgan know? I saw the knowing look he kept giving you, and Gracie was looking between you both, trying to figure out what secret you both know.”

“Spence, please, I’m trying to tell you something important.”

“Sorry, sorry, go on.” He says to rub circles on the back of your hand with his thumb.

“I’m pregnant.”

[alicenttully]

THE GREEN COUNCIL

An alternative version of the script for The Green Council

(One month after the departure of Rhaenyra’s departure from court.

From above, we see Viserys in his bed.  It is a miracle that he is still here, but it is a wretched existence.  There are no traces of the jovial king that we were introduced to. 

 We sense death.)

VISERYS

Please.

Alicent comes into view.   We see the shadows under her eyes as she lifts the cup gently to Viserys’ lips.  When he finishes, she puts it aside.

VISERYS

I’m sorry.

Pity and confusion war on Alicent’s face, as she ceases her stroking of Viserys’ hand.

ALICENT

For what, my king?

VISERYS

You wanted to know… if I still believe.

VISERYS

Don’t you remember?

(Viserys’ voice is desperate.  Every word is a struggle.

Understanding shadows Alicent’s face, as she remembers a long-forgotten memory.)

ALICENT

It was a long time ago.

VISERYS

I know. You were a girl.

ALICENT

I wouldn’t say that husband.  I was carrying our daughter, then.  Helaena.

VISERYS

But-

ALICENT

Rhaenyra and Daemon returned to Dragonstone a moon ago.

VISERYS

Forgive me.

ALICENT

Shhh.

(We see that Alicent’s thoughts are not with her husband.)

 (We cut to Alicent in her bedchambers later, after being awoken by Talya.)

ALICENT

Are you sure?

(She looks shocked.)

TALYA

With his own eyes, Your Grace.

ALICENT

(Alicent sniffs as she hurries out of bed.)

ALICENT

Stay here. Tell, tell no one.

Help me dress.

(The camera focuses on Talya’s face, who smirks as Alicent turns away.)

(The Hand’s apartments)

OTTO

Who knows?

(He is staring into the fireplace.)

ALICENT

Just Talya.  Some of the servants.

I was with him, last night.

It’s a mercy.

(Otto locks eyes with Alicent.)

OTTO

Did he say anything?

(There is a silence.  Alicent looks torn.

Then she shakes her head.)

ALICENT

Nothing of importance.

(Small Council)

TYLAND

What is it that could not have waited an hour?

Was Dorne invaded?

(He looks pleased at his own joke.)

OTTO

The King is dead.

(Otto’s voice cuts like a knife.

Tyland’s smile drops.)

OTTO

May the gods give him rest.

But now we must prepare.

GRAND MAESTER ORWYLE

Indeed.  The Silent Sisters must be sent for, and if I dispatch one of my swiftest ravens now, it should reach the Princess of Dragonstone before midday-

OTTO

All needs must wait until the matter of succession is settled.

BEESBURY

The matter of succession IS settled.

(His eyes blaze.)

TYLAND

Is it?

(He smirks)

ALICENT

The Iron Throne by rights must pass to His Grace’s eldest trueborn son.

BEESBURY

Am I to understand that you are plotting to replace the King’s chosen heir with an imposter?

(He looks around in disgust)

WLDYE

His firstborn son is hardly an imposter.

ALICENT

He did not choose his daughter. He spurned his brother. He said as much to me years ago. Or does that little detail inconvienance your outrage?

TYLAND

And do we not remember the scandal when they wed? Even His Grace was most wroth with their audacity.

BEESBURY

Hundreds of lords and landed knights swore fealty to the Princess.

WLDYE

That was some twenty years ago.  Many of them are now dead. Would their kin do the same now, while Viserys had three living sons?

BEESBURY

If they are honorable men! This is usurpation.

(He slams a fist on the table.)

SER CRISTON

Words have meaning, my lord.  Prince Aegon cannot usurp his own birthright anymore than you or I can pluck a star out of the heavens.

(Otto speaks soothingly)

OTTO

We ARE honorable men, Lord Lyman.  That is why King Aegon will give Princess Rhaenyra a path to peace, with generous terms.

TYLAND

Of course, generosity always has its limits.

BEESBURY

No. No.

GRAND MAESTER ORWYLE

Lord Lyman, please…

(Beesbury rises to stand)

BEESBURY

The King was well last night, by all accounts.

WLDYE

(scoffs)

Well.

TYLAND

Which of us are you accusing of regicide?

BEESBURY

Whenever it was one of you, or all of you, I care not.

I will have no part in your schemes.

ALICENT

You call it a scheme to defend my children? My sons challenge Rhaenyra, simply by living and breathing.  Even Helaena and her little ones will never be safe.

I do not believe Rhaenyra to have the cruelty of Daemon, but I do not believe that she will temper his cruelty with mercy if it comes to it.

(Her voice is dangerous.)

BEESBURY

It would break Viserys’ heart to see you think so little of his daughter.

(He turns to leave-)

SER CRISTON

Sit down!

(There is a struggle. A crack.  Blood.

Alicent gasps.)

TYLAND

Seven hells.

(GRAND MAESTER ORWYLE checks Lyman’s pulse.)

GRAND MAESTER ORWYLE

Let us have Lord Beesbury removed.

OTTO

No. The door remains shut until we finish our business.

We must determine our allies now, should Princess Rhaenyra refuse our terms.

She is currently in confinement on Dragonstone, so we have an advantage.

WYLDE

Perhaps she will die in childbirth.

ALICENT

(Alicent, still shaken from Beesbury’s death, looks appalled at such a blithe comment.)

OTTO

My lord.  That is still the King’s daughter you speak of.

(Wlyde looks suitably chastened)

OTTO

Time is of the essence.  Ser Criston, gather your men and assume the custody of any Blacks that remain at court.  Do them no harm unless they resist.  Those who swear fealty to King Aegon will live.

GRAND MAESTER ORWYLE

And those who do not?

LARYS

Are traitors and shall die a traitor’s death.

(Alicent’s apartments.  Helaena is there, sewing.  She smiles at her children, Princess Jaehaera and Princess Jaehaerys who play happily on the floor.

Alicent rushes in.)

ALICENT

Where is Aegon?

HELAENA

N-not here.  Nor in my bed.  Feel free to search beneath the blankets.

(Helaena looks annoyed.)

(Alicent sits down beside Helaena, who moves away.  Alicent, used to Helaena’s sensitivities, takes no notice.)

ALICENT

Your father….

(Helaena is odd, but she is not stupid.)

HELAENA

When?

ALICENT

Not long.

HELAENA

I don’t know why I’m surprised.  He was sick.

ALICENT

Oh, my dearest love.

(To Alicent’s shock, Helaena squeezes her mother’s hand, then drops it.  She avoids Alicent’s eyes, and turns to look at her twins, who continue to play on obliviously.)

(Aemond walks in)

AEMOND

So. Is Aegon king, or is the cunt queen now?

OTTO

Where’s the Prince?

SER ERRYK

Forgive me, Lord Hand. I do not know.

(He looks flustered.)

OTTO

But you’re sworn to protect him.

SER ERRYK

He exploits his authority to order me away, and then he evades me, my Lord.

I believe he may have left the Keep secretly, gone into the city.

I-I think he has a mistress.

OTTO

Find him.  Take only your twin and remove your white cloaks.

SER CRISTON

Prince Aegon’s not to be found within the castle walls, Your Grace.

Your father has sent Ser Erryk into the city to find him.

ALICENT

Ser Erryk is just one man. Ser Criston, you must go as well.

Everything you feel for me… as your Queen.

(They are so close, they could kiss.)

SER CRISTON

I will not fail you.

AEMOND

I’ll come with you.

ALICENT

That would not be my desire, Aemond.

If anything has befallen-

AEMOND

Cole needs me Mother.

Ser Erryk isn’t the only one familiar with Aegon’s doings.

(Aemond’s voice is almost gentle.)

AEMOND

Aegon brought me to the Street of Silk on my fourteenth-name day.

It was his duty, he said, to ensure I was as learned as he was.

SER CRISTON

I don’t follow.

AEMOND

“Time to get it wet.”

(Cole grimaces.)

SER CRISTON

Every woman is an image of the Mother, to be spoken of with reverence.

(He knocks on a door.  It is opened by an attractive woman in her mid forties.)

SER CRISTON

Sometime last night, we… lost our drinking companion.

Knowing that he has been, in the past, a patron of your fine establishment, we thought to inquire here as to his whereabouts.

LYLA

Describe him.

SER CRISTON

That is a delicate matter.

You see, the man we seek is the young Prince Aegon.

I may trust, I hope, in the discretion of your trade.

LYLA

The Prince is not here.

I wish you luck, good Ser.

Perhaps when you find him, he can return here with your friend.

How you’ve grown.

(Aemond looks uncomfortable.)

OTTO

You once swore your banners to Rhaenyra.

Now pledge them to the rightful King.

LORD MERRYWEATHER

I must confer with my house on this matter.

OTTO

You’ll not leave this room without declaring your intention.

LORD MERRYWEATHER

I am no oathbreaker.  I will not bend the knee.

OTTO

Anyone else?

LADY FELL

House Fell… keeps its sworn oath to the Princess.

OTTO

Very well.

(They are dragged out.  The rest kneel.)

ALL

Long live the King.

SER CRISTON

Your brother could be anywhere.

AEMOND

He could be in the hands of mercenaries, on a ship to Yi Ti.

He could be dead.

SER CRISTON

Let us hope not, for your mother’s sake.

SER ARRYK

How old are they?

(He looks ill.)

SER ERRYK

About ten years, I’d think.

They have them grow their nails and file their teeth.

Makes them more formidable.

SER ARRYK

Has Prince Aegon ever visited here?

SER ERRYK

A few.  He found it amusing.

SER ARRYK

Do you now see what he is?

AEMOND

 Here I am, trawling the city, ever the good soldier in search of a wastrel who’s never taken half an interest in his birthright.

‘Tis I the younger brother who studies history and philosophy, it is I who trains with the sword, who rides the largest dragon in the world.

It is I who should be…

SER CRISTON

 I know what it is to toil for what is freely given to others.

SER ARRYK

Aegon is unfit to rule.

SER ERRYK

You forget yourself. It is not your place to say such things.

SER ARRYK

Have you no mind of your own, brother?

(Hilly, approaches them. She is nineteen to twenty years of age.)

HILLY

I can take you to Prince Aegon… for a price.

(She smiles confidently.)

SER ERRYK

Deliver him, and we’ll consider your price.

(We are in a manse.  Aegon lies asleep in bed, having just enjoyed a good fuck.  His paramour, Mya, lies asleep besides him, her breasts exposed.

Ser Erryk shakes him awake and averts his eyes from Mya’s figure.)

SER ERRYK

Get up.

KNIGHT

 Halt! Hold the gate!

(horse neighs)

CASSWELL

Unhand me!

LARYS

He was fleeing from the gate.

CASSWELL

 Do you know who I am?

LARYS

A friend to the Princess, I’d wager.

CASSWELL

What say you?

The Lord Confessor presumes.

CASWELL

I have no love for the Princess.

LARYS

And where were you going then with such urgency?

Let the King’s Justice take him.

CASSWELL

 Let go of me!

No! This is not right!

(Rhaenys’ apartments)

RHAENYS

I will do you the considerable courtesy of assuming there is a good reason for the outrage of my treatment this morning.

ALICENT

My sincerest regrets for the lack of ceremony.

RHAENYS

The King.

And you are usurping the throne.

(Rhaenys scoffs.)

ALICENT

Viserys’ firstborn son is no usurper.

ALICENT

Believe it or no, it is of no consequence.

Aegon will be king.

I came here to ask for your support.

RHAENYS

Well, I must credit you for your boldness.

ALICENT

House Velaryon has long allied itself with the Princess Rhaenyra and what has it gained you?

Your daughter dead… alone in Pentos.

Your son cuckolded.

Rhaenyra’s heirs are none of yours.

It is your husband who grasps so heedlessly for the throne.

And even he has abandoned you: gone these six long years to fight a desperate battle, returning grievously, if not mortally, wounded, leaving the Lady of Driftmark to chart her course alone.

(Rhaenys grits teeth.)

RHAENYS

The word of my house is not fickle.

(Alicent smiles sadly.)

ALICENT

No.

Princess Rhaenys, I was fond of my husband, but I will speak the truth we both know.

You were robbed at that council.

RHAENYS

I little thought to hear those words from you.

ALICENT

Viserys was the child of a second son, but you… The Iron Throne was yours by blood and by temperament.

Viserys would’ve lived his days a country lord, content to hunt and study his histories, but… here we are.

So while we may not rule, but we may guide the men who do.

Gently… away from violence and sure destruction and instead toward peace.

RHAENYS

Is it in the name of peace that you’ve imprisoned me?

And what of my dragon?

ALICENT

If we are overmatched, Rhaenyra will be tempted to strike, and war will ensue.

Without your dragon, she may be persuaded to negotiate.

RHAENYS

A true queen counts the cost to her people.

ALICENT

If it’s Driftmark you want, you shall have it for you and your granddaughters to pass on as you see fit.

RHAENYS

You are wiser than I believed you to be, Alicent Hightower.

(pause)

And yet you toil still in service to men.

Your father, your husband, your son.

You desire not to be free, but to make a window in the wall of your prison.

Have you never imagined yourself… on the Iron Throne?

(Alicent looks incredulous.

Heavy silence.

Then-)

ALICENT

I do not need to imagine myself on the Iron Throne, Princess, when I can stand beside it.

ALICENT

I’ll leave you with your thoughts. May the Crone guide you to wisdom.

OTTO

We have relied on one another these many years.

And now it is the good of the family that we both desire.

If I had known that Viserys would…

The Princess would not have lived long after Aegon was born.

OTTO

That said, I would have been too reluctant, daughter.

ALICENT

Reluctance to murder is not a weakness!

ALICENT

We will send terms.  True terms, such that she may accept without shame.

My husband would have desired this mercy be shown to his daughter.

OTTO

Your husband?

Or you,  his daughter’s childhood companion?

ALICENT

I have been a mother longer than I was her childhood companion.

My son will be anointed tomorrow at dawn.

The whole of King’s Landing must witness his ascent.

He will assume authority. There will be no more dithering.

My son will take the crown of his namesake, the Conqueror, and carry Blackfyre, his sword.

Let the people remember the ancient strength of House Targaryen.

OTTO

You look so much like your mother in certain lights.

ALICENT

I don’t remember the sound of her voice anymore.

LARYS

Your Grace.

(Alicent looks exhausted.)

The hour is late, Lord Larys.

LARYS

I’ve found out something that you should know.

Have you asked yourself, I wonder… how it is… that your father found Aegon first?

There is a web of spies at work in the Red Keep.

Along its threads travels news of all our doings.

Your father knows this, but has left it in place.

More than once, it has proved advantageous to those willing to… feed the weaver.

(Alicent looks perturbed by this revelation.)

ALICENT

And this weaver watches me?

LARYS

Um…

One of the little spiders is your lady-in-waiting.

ALICENT

Talya? But she-she has been faithful-

(Larys shakes his head.)

LARYS

Only to herself.

(Alicent chokes back rage.)

ALICENT

I will have her head.

LARYS

Of course.  But there are more like her.  Even  I do not know their number.

There is one way to destroy his advantage.

It must be taken out at the head.

When the Queen dies, the bees fly without purpose.

Begging your pardon for the turn of phrase, Your Grace.

ALICENT

I assume this task falls within your expertise.

LARYS

If you wish it, it will be done.

(Royal carriage.  We hear the bell tolling, shouts of people outside.

Aegon is dressed in kingly raiment, looking severely disgruntled.)

AEGON

My father never wanted this.

He had 20 years to name me heir and he never did.

Steadfastly, he upheld Rhaenyra’s claim.

And I have no taste for duty.

ALICENT

No. You do not.

But your father was weak.

(Aegon snorts in agreement.)

ALICENT

He refused to see the truth.

ALICENT

Do not play the fool, Aegon.   Rhaenyra will never sit the throne safely while you and your brothers live.

If you love them, you will take the throne.

(The camera focuses on Aegon’s face, who has tears in his eyes now.   Alicent crushes her annoyance at them.)

AEGON

Do you love me?

(Alicent looks taken aback at his question.  Then she smiles.)

ALICENT

I love the very bones of you, you imbecile.

OTTO

People of Kingslanding… today is the saddest of days.

Our beloved King is dead.

But it is also the most joyous of days….for he leaves a son.

COMMANDER

Guards! Out of the way!

Move!

COMMANDER

Halt!

Turn!

OTTO

It is your great good fortune and privilege to be here to witness this: a new day for our city… a new day for our realm.

A new king… to lead us.

SEPTON EUSTACE

May the Warrior give him courage.

May the Smith lend strength to his sword and shield.

May the Father defend him in his need.

May the Crone lift her shining lamp and light his way to wisdom.

SER CRISTON

The Crown of the Conqueror passed down through the generations.

(He places the crown on Aegon’s head.

Beside him, Alicent places a crown upon Helaena’s head.)

ALICENT

My queen.

SER CRISTON

Let the Seven bear witness:

Aegon Targaryen is the true heir to the Iron Throne.

PEOPLE

Aegon the king!  Hail Aegon!

(Above the cheers, we hear a dragon’s roar.

It is not Sunfyre, Dreamfyre, or Vaghar.

It is Meleys.)

(We cut to Rhaenys flying away on Meleys, music swelling.)

A/N

I wanted to write a version of a script where the Greens aren't perfect heroes but they're not used as props for Rhaenyra's existence

On the other hand we have Aemond calling Rhaenyra a cunt, Otto admitting that he likely would have killed Rhaenyra if he could predict that Viserys wouldn't change the succession, Aegon still taking his brother to a brothel so he can be "learned" and finding child fighting pits amusing.

Alicent Hightower has the energy of episode 6 and episode 7. As @agentrouka-blog said once in a reply to an ask, a desire for peace coming from a place of genuine enmity is more meaningful.

Aegon II is not a rapist (so no Dyana) but he's not a stellar person either, considering that he has visited the child fighting pits a couple times.

Alicent is not S'A.

Major changes were Alicent not misinterpreting Viserys words, the Green Council where they go more in depth about the Greens motivations for taking the throne, Alicent not tolerating Rhaenys bs' speech, no Mysaria (although her presence is felt), Alicent deciding to behead Talya for her betrayal (this was a deleted scene), no Aegon chase scene. Alicent explaining to Aegon why he needs to be king

"I love the bones of you, you imbecile." Is a mixture of the show line + Olivia Cooke commentary on her character's thoughts during that scene.

No Rhaenys dragon nonsense, however it is made clear to the audience that she has escaped.

[lunarmoonanons]

Dragon Family

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YN spends time with her adopted family

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Masterlist

YN truly loved flying. The dragons never had to be claimed by YN, for when she asked to ride they simply would offer their backs if they wanted. The 17 year old would usually be seen on a dragon’s back with one of her adopted siblings riding with her. By the year 71 AC, her siblings had yet to claim a dragon, but they marveled at YN who could speak to the dragons and understand them in a way no one else could. That was one of the mysteries about their sister they could not figure out. 

YN was high in the air on the back of Balerion, her little sister Alyssa sat behind YN, her arms wrapped tight around the older girl’s waist. The two were always the closest and ever since Alyssa was 9 YN would take her up on the back of any dragon that would let YN ride them. YN never had to claim a dragon, as her connection with them brought on a mutual respect they gave each other. And though she could ride on any dragon, she and Balerion preferred each other. Alyssa loved riding on the massive beast with her sister and couldn’t wait for the day she could claim a dragon. 

“Higher YN! We must go higher!” Alyssa shouted and tightened her grip. 

“You heard her old man! Higher!” YN shouted to the black dread. He roared in agreement and went as high as could be. 

“I want to stay up here forever! I want to fly like a Dragon!” The 11 year old girl laughed in YN’s ear, her dirty blonde hair waved in the air. 

YN closed her eyes and listened to the breaths of Balerion, trying to talk to him without saying anything. She felt his breathing in her soul and tried to tell him what she was feeling without saying it in front of Alyssa. Eventually the cold air on her face made her open her eyes and turn back to Alyssa, smiling at her face. 

“Alright Balerion, time to get back.” YN said and flew Balerion back to the dragonpit. The roof of the pit was opened wide to allow the massive dragon to crawl in. He wouldn’t crawl into the tunnels below, he was too big for that. 

“Come on. If we go now, we can make it to Baelon and Aemon’s swordplay.” Alyssa jumped off the saddle and ran toward the entrance. YN gingerly slid off and rested her hand against Balerion’s skin. 

“You’re getting tired old man.” YN mused and made her way to his head that rested on the ground. Balerion snorted and moved his eyes to her. “I know, you’re very strong. And brave, but you’re old. Take it easy. Sleep in a field or something.”

With that, YN left him to fly out of the pit as she made her way to Alyssa. Wrapping her arm around the shoulder of the young girl who went on and on about Baelon. YN half listened but also focused on her own thoughts. She thought about Balerion, about how old he was and how their flights were taxing on him. She never entertained the idea of him dying, but the thought of him leaving her one day did bite very quietly at the back of her mind. 

Once they made it to the keep, Alyssa practically dragged YN to the training yard to her brothers. YN walked in on the boys fighting each other with swords. Alyssa finally let go of YN’s hand and went to grab a sword. YN stood by the sidelines as Alyssa ran up to the boys with her own sword. 

“My turn! Baelon fight me!” The girl jumped and demanded. 

Aemon turned to the girl, distracting him from Baelon who swiped his foot under his brother’s and laughed as Aemon fell onto his backside. 

“That’s not fair Baelon. I wasn’t ready.” The 16 year old prince whined and brought himself up. 

“A man must always be prepared.” Baelon boasted and laughed. 

YN laughed as Aemon jokingly shoved his brother and rubbed his head. Baelon laughed and turned his sword to his sister and lovingly held it up to her own. Alyssa smirked and immediately hit his sword with her own. The two play fighting and dance with their swords across the yard. Aemon walked to YN and placed a kiss on her cheek. At 16 the boy was now a few inches above her head and could look down on her. YN smiled and patted his cheek. 

“How was your flight?” Aemon asked. 

“I think Alyssa enjoyed it more. I was too focused on speaking to Balerion.” YN smiled. “But he enjoys our flights as well. Even though he’s getting too old for them.”

“He likes spending time with you. He’s bonded to you.” Aemon looked at the sky. “I can’t wait to claim my own dragon. Like father and mother have.”

“I think your dragon would be proud to have you.” 

“Have you claimed Balerion as your own?” Aemon asked.

“I don’t need to. He’s not just an animal to me. He’s like a protector.” YN mused. 

“Like a father?” Aemon wondered and looked at his older sister. 

“I don’t know.” YN sighed and ran her hand through her thick black hair. She smiled and stretched her arms upward. “I should go. I promised myself I would visit Alysanne and the new baby again today.” 

With that she left and weaved her way around the keep to Alysanne’s room. The good queen was still in her bed since her child’s birth a few days ago. YN smiled at the woman as she made her way toward her and kissed her on the cheek. 

“Hello my love.” Alysanne smiled and kissed her adopted daughter’s tan hand. 

“I wanted to see how you were doing.” YN sat on the bed. 

“You’re so good to me.” Alysanne sighed and looked at the cradle her baby daughter was in. “Viserra has been such a sweet baby.”

“I told you it would be a girl.” YN teased.

“Yes you did, my dragon girl.” The queen laughed and held YN’s hand. “I honestly thought this labor was very hard. This past pregnancy has been hard, but you’ve made it bearable.”

YN frowned slightly and squeezed Alysanne’s hand. “Alysanne. You know you don’t have to keep having children. It’s okay to stop at one point.”

“Oh don't worry about your dear mother, YN.” She waved the girl off and insisted on calling herself the girl’s mother. 

And YN did love Alysanne as a mother. But she never called her mother. YN had a mother, and a brother. She remembered her mother clearly and would sometimes hope for the day her mother would come back to her and take her back or would live with her. YN loved her new family but she missed her old one everyday of her life. Alysanne worried about her daughter who drifted off during their conversation. 

“Is something wrong YN?” Alysanne asked. 

YN shook herself out of it and smiled slightly. “Oh it’s nothing. Just old memories that won’t fade.” 

Alysanne kissed her forehead and brought her into a hug. The two spent the afternoon talking and cooing over the new baby. Eventually Jaehaerys found his way into the room and smiled at his girls talking to each other. When he went to hold the new baby himself YN watched him closely and thought of her own father. His face she never remembered. YN thought he must’ve loved her. But unlike her mother he faded away from her memory.

[gamersansblog]

We must stay focused brothers/sisters WE MUST STAY FOCUSED

[igotanidea]

We're all broken here: five hargreeves and reader.

Summary: Five is known to say exactly what is on his mind, even if it may hurt someone else. What if he takes it too hard and aim at the one person he really cares about. Will she understand?

A/N: This is just some story focused mostly on family relationships and supporting each other. no romance, just brother-sister stuff. Located somewhere in season 1. no "y/n"s

***

„Shit! Why you gotta be so stupid?!”

This last words echoed through the rooms and hallways of Hargreeves mansion leaving all of the siblings frozen. Despite the fact that Five was the one to use them he already regretted it.

“Eight, I …” he stuttered

“No. You  know what, it’s fine. I’m stupid and you’re mean. Let’s settle here and move on. No sorries, no I didn’t mean it, because for a matter of fact you did mean it.” It took all of her courage and inside strength not to fall apart at this adjective. She was used to being called weak, pathetic, distant, unattractive and plump and that did nothing to her. Aiming at her intelligence however, the only thing she was building her confidence on was just too much. But of course she would never let her idiotic 80somethign year old brother in a kid’s body know that.

“Eight….”

“Save it. We are good. I’m gonna go, but by all means you stay here.”

“Oh, no, honey, wait, wait for me! I’m not leaving you alone with your misery!” Klaus stood up immediately and stumbling a bit followed his sister with a bottle of alcohol in one hand.

“Low blow Five. Really in-style” Alison , aka number three mocked.

“Oh, just shut up and give me a break” Five hissed with clenched fist in his best attempt to teleport back to his room and move on with work and equations that did not make any sense.

“You’re not gonna do this” Diego, number two pointed a knife in his direction. Eight was his favorite sister, always there to calm him down after a fight or to help him with his stuttering or whatever else he had going on and inside he always felt the need to protect her.  She might have been gifted with seeing people’s auras, manipulating their emotions and occasionally getting into their thoughts but she couldn’t use that on herself. And at this moment, surely she had a lot.  “You’re gonna go to her and apologize.”

“I do not have to listen to you, Diego” Five squinted and took a sip of coffee, which was his inherent accessory. “And as a matter of fact, I will not. I’m out.”

“He’s a prick” Luther, number one mumbled with his mouth full when Five excused himself in a flash of blue light. “But that is nothing new.”

“He never was for her” number seven, Vanya shook his head “this whole apocalypse business must have really got into his head if he’s acting like that.”

“Nope” Luther pointed “you seem him differently cause you two always had a connection. But Five is an ass.”

“Hear, hear” Alison nodded

“Hate to say it, but Luther’s right.” Diego stood up.

“Do you think I should check on Klaus and Eight? Don’t know which one will have worse influence on the other.” Vanya was truly the only one who wasn’t afraid to show she cared.

“Leave them be. She can handle herself. In fact, I see Klaus getting advice from her not the other way round. He’s been acting strange lately.”

“Can’t remember the time when he was not.”

*** 

Meanwhile in eight’s room she was sitting on her bed with legs up to her chest, staring blankly into a space. Well, in fact she was staring at the wall bordering her room from five’s but it was not intentional.

“My lovely sister!” Klaus stumbled into her room and fell on the bed making the girl jump a little. “Do not torture yourself with Five’s words. This is unhealthy.”

“Look who is talking about unhealthy” she smirked pointing towards the bottle “care to share?”

“Um…. Sure, yeah, why not? Here you are.” He took a long sip before passing the alcohol to her “enjoy.”

“Klaus?”

“Yes, dear?”

“It’s empty, you ball of fuzz. You drank the last drops”

“Ups. Sorry.” he grinned “I’m sure you can do without, right?” he hid his face in the bed sheet and groaned

“You left me no choice. Anyway, anything I can do for you, brother?”

“Me?” he raised himself on the elbows and looked straight at her, his hair being a mess, confusion all over his face “Oh, no, I’m fine. I’m fine.”

“Klaus.”

“Yes.”

“I can see your aura, remember? I can feel your emotions.”

“And what do you see, sister my?”

“Brown.” She raised an eyebrow

“You have to be more specific on that.”

“Well, you are either high, but that’s usual or you’ve been dealing with your ghost powers. I bet the latter.”

“I’m working hard you know, I’m trying” he cried “I even let Diego tie me to a chair so I would keep on track”

“So that’s what it was all about. Cute.”

“Don’t mock me” Klaus fell on his back dramatically “It’s exhausting.”

“Sure is. Ben giving you a hard time lately?”

“Not more than usual.” Number six, Ben, died at 17, but was still showing himself to Klaus and on some occasions Eight was capable of feeling his presence and emotions.

“It’s so good that at least you believe me I see him” Klaus grabbed her hand “He’s terrible. Won’t let me do a single thing.”

Liar.

“Oh, shut up, Ben”

“He’s here now? Where?”

Come on, eight, focus. I’m …. right…. here….

“Sitting on the window sill. You feel him?”

“Somewhat. I see yellow from that side. He’s mad. Not sure if It’s about you being a liar or ….”

The other one, obviously. Tell her, Klaus!

“Yeah, it’s about Five. Now, come here, sis. Let me hug you and make the pain go away. You do know you are not stupid, right?”

“Of course I do. But thank you Klaus.” She was more than happy to let her brother embrace her.

***

There was no denying that this damn upcoming apocalypse had an effect on every one of the siblings. Each of them reacted in their own way, leaving Luther and Alison spending the rest of the time together, Diego doing his vigilante shit, Klaus crying his heart out on Eight’s shoulder and Five going crazy. More than usual. Doing stuff he was not supposed too.

“Eight.” It was his best chance to make things right with her, so he appeared inside her room startling Klaus.

“Ah! Five. Don’t do this.”

“Go away. I need a word with her.”

“I don’t know if she….”

“If you don’t leave in like 5 seconds I’m gonna ….”

“Ok, fine, fine. I’m leaving. Jeez, threatening, Five? Seriously? I’m fragile!”

“Get out, Klaus!”

“Come on, Ben. We’re out.”

Nope. I’m staying. This will be interesting.

“Don’t you disobey me, now!” four yelled at the air making both Five and Eight look at him in confusion. Five more than his sister since she saw a bit of red in the air. Ben was angry for being told what to do. She shook her head not sure what to do with three brothers, one dead inside her room.

“You know what, since you all act like lunatics, I’m gonna go. Whoever has a business with me, feel free to join. I’ll get coffee and wait in the garden. 

And with that she left Klaus bantering with Ben and dumfounded Five behind.

***

“Come out now, blue, I can see you” couple minutes later she was sitting on the garden bridge, legs hanging from the edge, sipping coffee, watching the street.

“Stop calling me that” Five took a step towards her, hands in pockets, his whole posture a little slouched.

“I can’t help you just radiate this color.”

“And what does that mean to you. Sadness? I am not sad.”

“Of course not. Blue is not sadness, it’s more … thinking, considering. I can almost feel the wheels in your brain turning. So, the question is, what is on your mind to leave you like this?”

“Stop playing around. You know damn well what this is about.”

“Guilt?” she tilted her head

“Don’t push me Eight! You can say it to yourself.”

“Maybe” she refused to look at him “but I want you to express it.”

“I never should have called you that.”

“If that’s what troubles you ….”

“No. Don’t interrupt me!”

“How could I. After all you are older than me.” She fixed her gaze on the tree on the opposite side of the road.

“Look, Eight” he sighed in exasperation and rubbed his forehead “I saw you all die. I have lived through the apocalypse, and came back here looking like a kid. Surely you understand it is not… normal.”

“I do. And?”

“And…. This may have some effect on how I behave.”

“I call bullshit, Five.”

“Fine!” he yelled “you are infuriating, you get the craziest ideas, you make me mad and small, you constantly undermine what I do and …..”

“And what?” she finally looked at him. The second she laid her eyes on his face he could not hide anymore. She saw right through him like an open book. Not only because of her abilities, but because she was always the one closest to him. Challenging, yes. Demanding, yes. But at the same time so ambitious that it made him want to do more, to do better. To outsmart her, to impress her and to prove that he was in fact worth her friendship. He sighed, feeling utterly defeated.

“I hate you, Eight.” The boy shook his head in frustration  “But at the same time you are my sister and after some snarky comments and spiteful words I would jump into the fire for you.”

“I know. That is why I did not take what to you said to me personally.”

“It didn’t look like that to me.”

“Well then you are no smarter than me, dumbass. We are family, we are all broken, messy, chaotic and a bunch of individuals. We fight, scream at each other, get mad and even do not talk for … how many years?” she smiled at him “but at the end of the day we resist the urge to kill each other and that is the progress.”

“You want to kill me, Eight?”

“Sometimes, yes. Do you remember that?” she moved slightly so he could see a carving on the bridge.

“Fight” he smirked “Like Five and Eight combined.”

“How old were we when we made that up? Six?”

“Possibly. It’s good to see some things stays the same.”

“You know Five, we may have grown up, but seems like our relationship will always come down to this one words. Fight. Each other or other people, never mind. To me it just mean we are here for one another.”

“I’ll drink to that.”

“Good” she raised her cup “but stay away from my coffee. If there’s anything about you I know is that you are an ass, mischievous, spiteful, vengeful …”

“Careful there sister….”

“I’m not done yet… you act on impulse and do not mince your own words, but you are not cruel.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’ve seen my fair share of people who wanted to hurt another. Their faces when they told words that were meant to tear each other apart and to cause damage. There were so much viciousness inside. That single purpose on their mind to break and destroy. Whatever you may think about yourself you are not like that, Five. You are not evil. Just a menace.”

“So touching” he mocked  “I think I’m about to cry.”

“Don’t mind my presence than” she took another sip and having finished the coffee put the cup down ”“Now. You got silver sparkling in your cloud. Who are we fighting with today?”

“Have I ever told you about the Commission?” he squinted at her.

“Nope. But it seems like a long story. I’m listening.”

Yes. After all, they were family. And at the end of the day they were up to get rid of anyone who would threat a member of it.

[owmylasagna-blog]

What do you think of this scene where Lee embraces Eddy near the ending of the movie, and then try to fight Bro to defend him? I found this really cute, and kind of conviced me Lee genuinely likes and cares for him (even if he don't return it, probably never will). I find a shame how many people don't talk about this.

You see… I start answering these questions and then I spiral out into analysis nobody asked for. Here goes!

I had to go back to rewatch these ending scenes of BPS to jog my memory and I can see what you’re talking about. Lee hugs Eddy, picking him up like a cat by the armpits. It’s brief but she’s drawn with little animated bubble hearts. This honestly surprised me, I’d sort of forgotten them from the scene. In this instance it does seem she is genuinely crushing on him. Or maybe she is enamored with how cute he is - I can’t overstate how comically tiny Eddy looks when she is holding him. I’d agree too that Eddy is less than thrilled. Very in character as usual.

Now Lee’s reaction to Eddy getting walloped by Bro is SO interesting. And not from any romantic or shipping perspective in my opinion. Honestly, all the Kankers witnessing Eddy’s abuse (EVERYONE witnessing Eddy’s abuse) is wildly transformational. I’m amazed by how much character analysis you can pack into this 2 minute scene just based on each characters’ reactions but I’m gonna try and stay focused on the task at hand. Lee.

I really admire Lee springing into action here. I think it speaks so much to her bravery, hard headedness, and role as a protector and leader of the pack. Throughout the show we see how she is the typical Oldest Sister and this shines through in how ready she is to defend Eddy. I always interpreted Lee as maybe the most hardened and cynical of men among her sisters, possibly because she remembers the most when it comes to her dad and stepdads. As the eldest, her mother probably levels with her the most about how men are good-for-nothin’, backstabbin’, two timin’, free-loadin’... you get the idea. I have no evidence of this but let's just indulge my inference.

Lee projects a lot of these ideas onto Eddy (the Kankers all do more generally with the Eds), often treating him more like a “boy toy” or thinking that through enough coercion and beating into submission he’ll become the semi-servile husband of her dreams. There is a lot to be said about the tension and toxic hetero relationship dynamic going on here but I can’t blame Lee for grabbing the bull by the horns, taking her control. Unfortunately for Eddy she chose Eddy, and she’s unaware and uninterested in how he feels about it all 99% of the time.

So you can imagine when she sees Eddy, the neighbor boy she has been tormenting because of all these mixed messages about men, getting abused by his brother, an older male family member. The pieces really have to be coming together for Lee of who the real enemy is in this situation. She has to relate and sympathize with Eddy at that moment. For the first time Lee humanizes Eddy, finally seeing him as just another kid that’s been wronged by the men in his life. Like, my heart aches thinking about this. Her blood must be boiling. She comes to his defense in a way we’ve only seen for her sisters. It’s very moving! I love her righteous feminine rage!

This brings up a bigger point of how BPS deviates in some ways from the typical dynamics of the show. The fact that the Kankers are banding together to protect their “boyfriends'' from the rest of the cul-de-sac kids is sort of new. Most episodes are Eds VS cul-de-sac kids or Eds VS Kankers or the occasional Eds VS cul-de-sac+Kankers. It’s nice to see one group of outcasts coming to the defense of another (despite likely not having the best intentions). It takes the Eds royaling pissing off the cul-de-sac kids to catalyze the solidarity between the two trios. And when Bro comes on the scene they get to redirect their antagonizing towards someone who deserves it a bit more.

I’d like to imagine after BPS there is a major shift in the way the Kankers treat and view the Eds. Maybe it’s the eddeddy blinders or maybe I’m still not 100% convinced Lee really has a crush on Eddy but this feels like it could be the start of a more amicable relationship. Or they silently respect each other from afar, Eddy still being tentatively terrified of her ferocity or ever getting on her bad side. But more generally Lee would back off on her antagonizing, and maybe unpack whether or not she likes Eddy or she liked the idea of Eddy. I really can’t see her being very interested in him romantically after BPS but she could have more sympathy and understanding than before.

Anyway it was nice to have a reason to talk about Lee more, so thanks for bringing it up!!! This is just my little interpretation that got way out of hand.

[demonprincezeldris]

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