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Canon Sirius through quotes

Part 4. How Sirius shows care towards people and animals.

Sirius has a trait that often seems like irresponsibility or excessive harshness.

Sirius really respects another person's free will and choice and even treats teenagers as adults with their own minds. It's a deeply rooted idea of respecting others as agents of free will.

That's why he has no pity for those who make mistakes, including himself. To him, any mistake is always a person's free choice. Sirius will never forgive Peter because, regardless of Peter's circumstances for betrayal, it ultimately was a CHOICE. He even refuses to forgive the Ministry (as if the Ministry cares, oh Sirius):

‘Don’t worry about Percy,’ said Sirius abruptly. ‘He’ll come round. It’s only a matter of time before Voldemort moves into the open; once he does, the whole Ministry’s going to be begging us to forgive them. And I’m not sure I’ll be accepting their apology,’ he added bitterly.

He tells this to Molly after she encounters a boggart. Contrary to popular belief, in this scene, he doesn't really comfort her after their argument. Lupin does most of the work. Sirius just adds this phrase. He's still angry at Molly for what she said, just acting more maturely and not escalating the conflict further. He's angry because he understands Molly said exactly what she meant. Molly is also angry at him, they generally love to get angry at each other because they don't really understand each other.

They were both speaking in carefully light, polite voices that told Harry quite plainly that neither had forgotten their disagreement of the night before.

He even considers Kreacher an agent of free will.

‘You’d be surprised what Kreacher can manage when he wants to, Hermione,’ said Sirius.

As they say - where there's a will, there's a way. When people say that Kreacher was lower in the hierarchy than Sirius (as any house-elf would be), Sirius himself did not see it that way, and it’s truly paradoxical. He argued with Kreacher, kicked him, engaged in verbal battles, though he could have just given direct orders. Kreacher's insults towards Sirius were similar in style to Walburga's (otherwise, where would Kreacher learn those insults?), and Sirius... Sirius, instead of direct orders, just yells back or kicks him. When Harry gives Kreacher a direct order to shut up, Kreacher obeys instantly. A house-elf must obey the direct orders of their master. But Sirius doesn't give direct orders. Because for him, Kreacher is also an agent of free will (and also some ‘‘member‘‘ of his beloved and hated family, as Sirius is much more attached to the Blacks than he would like to admit).

Because of his attitude towards equals, Sirius fights for Harry to get the information he needs. For Sirius, Harry is an adult, not a five-year-old child who needs to be looked after in the style of Molly. Molly deprives Harry of his agency, his choice, and his own opinion with her overprotection. We have to understand Molly; she really worries for all of them, as half her family is in the Order and can die. She doesn't want to lose Harry, so she tries to protect him in every way. Plus, they all have orders from Dumbledore. Isn't Molly right? Molly has her point, she works for the Order and thinks Sirius could harm with his too "independent" behaviour, and teach Harry this excessive independence. And what does independence from Dumbledore lead to? Molly knows well (and so does Sirius) – last time such "independence" from Dumbledore cost the Potters their lives. I don't want to judge Molly. She's a member of the newer incarnation of the Order of the Phoenix, and a good one at that. Sirius, however, is still mentally in the era of the Order's original incarnation (as is Lupin, though he is more conforming and softer), a time when the rules of engagement were harsher, with much more focus on the grim realities of war. The newer version of the Order operates with different tactics – emphasizing manipulation, cunning, and caution.

Molly and Sirius have different approaches. Molly is about caution. Sirius is about action.

Sirius treats Harry as a subject, not an object to be shielded from information.

Sirius knows where his area of responsibility is and what he can influence, and where he should not interfere:

‘Not just yet, Molly,’ said Sirius, pushing away his empty plate and turning to look at Harry. ‘You know, I’m surprised at you. I thought the first thing you’d do when you got here would be to start asking questions about Voldemort.’

‘I did!’ said Harry indignantly. ‘I asked Ron and Hermione but they said we’re not allowed in the Order, so –’

‘And they’re quite right,’ said Mrs Weasley. ‘You’re too young.’

‘Since when did someone have to be in the Order of the Phoenix to ask questions?’ asked Sirius. ‘Harry’s been trapped in that Muggle house for a month. He’s got the right to know what’s been happen—’

‘How come Harry gets his questions answered?’ said Fred angrily. ‘We’ve been trying to get stuff out of you for a month and you haven’t told us a single stinking thing!’ said George.

‘It’s not my fault you haven’t been told what the Order’s doing,’ said Sirius calmly, ‘that’s your parents’ decision. Harry, on the other hand –’

He doesn't tell the twins anything because it's not his responsibility. But Harry – that's his responsibility. And Sirius believes it's up to him to decide what Harry is allowed to know and what not (considering Dumbledore's instructions "I don’t intend to tell him more than he needs to know, Molly").

‘He’s not your son,’ said Sirius quietly.

‘He’s as good as,’ said Mrs Weasley fiercely. ‘Who else has he got?’

‘He’s got me!’

In the situation with Molly, you see two opposing views clash. Molly, with the archetype of a guardian, wants to shelter everyone with her care. Sirius, with the archetype of a rebel, respects Harry's wishes and wants to open up new knowledge and opportunities for him to fight.

‘He’s not a member of the Order of the Phoenix!’ said Mrs Weasley. ‘He’s only fifteen and –’

‘And he’s dealt with as much as most in the Order,’ said Sirius, ‘and more than some.’

‘No one’s denying what he’s done!’ said Mrs Weasley, her voice rising, her fists trembling on the arms of her chair. ‘But he’s still –’

‘He’s not a child!’ said Sirius impatiently.

Sirius probably stopped considering himself a child very early on. Maybe it came from his conservative family, where children were expected to grow up earlier, not walk around as "little children" until they were 18. They think about marriage, duty to the family, responsibility early on. Plus, wizards come of age earlier – at 17. So, for Sirius, 15 years old is not a child anymore.

That's why Sirius defends Harry's right "to know".

‘But as he was the one who saw Voldemort come back’ (again, there was a collective shudder around the table at the name) ‘he has more right than most to –’

Sirius really encourages taking action. His way of caring isn't about coddling. It's about giving knowledge, opportunities, resources, and supporting in the right direction. For Sirius, to live is to act; he can't be without action, doesn't understand life without it:

‘Personally, I’d have welcomed a Dementor attack. A deadly struggle for my soul would have broken the monotony nicely. You think you’ve had it bad, at least you’ve been able to get out and about, stretch your legs, get into a few fights ... I’ve been stuck inside for a month.’

Sirius can't not act and he doesn't understand how you could do otherwise. He knows Harry is the same because Harry is like his dad, meaning James was the same – always acting.

And he encourages this in Harry. But he always teaches to act with thought, not just charging in. In the 4th book, Sirius was telling Harry not to stick his neck out, but in the 5th, it's the opposite. Sirius has his own logic, which he shows here:

‘So, you want me to say I’m not going to take part in the Defence group?’ he muttered finally.

‘Me? Certainly not!’ said Sirius, looking surprised. ‘I think it’s an excellent idea!’

‘You do?’ said Harry, his heart lifting.

‘Of course I do!’ said Sirius. ‘D’you think your father and I would’ve lain down and taken orders from an old hag like Umbridge?’

‘But – last term all you did was tell me to be careful and not take risks –’

‘Last year, all the evidence was that someone inside Hogwarts was trying to kill you, Harry!’ said Sirius impatiently. ‘This year, we know there’s someone outside Hogwarts who’d like to kill us all, so I think learning to defend yourselves properly is a very good idea!’

‘And if we do get expelled?’ Hermione asked, a quizzical look on her face.

‘Well, better expelled and able to defend yourselves than sitting safely in school without a clue,’ said Sirius.

That's Sirius through and through. A true Gryffindor, who won't just sit around when there's danger afoot. You might argue that he shouldn't have encouraged Harry in this way. But what else was he to do? Hand Harry over to Umbridge? Of course not. He trusts Harry, believes in his potential. He treats Harry as an equal, not as a child, and that's why Harry feels so connected to Sirius – at last, someone sees him as mature enough, respects him as a free person. Throughout the series, Harry has been shielded from the truth, kept in the dark, yet Sirius shows him a different kind of respect – he sees Harry as someone who can act, in whom he places his trust and belief. Is Sirius right? When it comes to Harry – absolutely. As for the war, the Order, and following Dumbledore's orders – Molly would definitely disapprove.

He even passes Molly's words on to Ron. In his sarcastic manner, but still:

… anyway ... first of all, Ron – I’ve sworn to pass on a message from your mother.’

‘Oh yeah?’ said Ron, sounding apprehensive.

‘She says on no account whatsoever are you to take part in an illegal secret Defence Against the Dark Arts group. She says you’ll be expelled for sure and your future will be ruined. She says there will be plenty of time to learn how to defend yourself later and that you are too young to be worrying about that right now. She also’ (Sirius’s eyes turned to the other two) ‘advises Harry and Hermione not to proceed with the group, though she accepts that she has no authority over either of them and simply begs them to remember that she has their best interests at heart. She would have written all this to you, but if the owl had been intercepted you’d all have been in real trouble, and she can’t say it for herself because she’s on duty tonight.’

Again – a striking difference between what Molly understands by care and what Sirius understands by it.

Sirius lets Harry feel that he's believed in, respected, that his actions are encouraged. Sometimes Sirius criticises them, because as much as he encourages action, he believes all actions should be reasoned. Act according to logic, not thoughtlessly.

For instance, Sirius sternly reprimands him in the 4th book when Harry, in his opinion, does something foolish. And notice his communication style. Sirius is often blunt in conversation, in his way of talking, he doesn't sugarcoat. And Harry's okay with that. Sirius isn't one for mushiness.

Harry – what do you think you are playing at, walking off into the Forest with Viktor Krum? I want you to swear, by return owl, that you are not going to go walking with anyone else at night. There is somebody highly dangerous at Hogwarts. It is clear to me that they wanted to stop Crouch seeing Dumbledore and you were probably feet away from them in the dark. You could have been killed.

Your name didn’t get into the Goblet of Fire by accident. If someone’s trying to attack you, they’re on their last chance. Stay close to Ron and Hermione, do not leave Gryffindor Tower after hours, and arm yourself for the third task. Practise Stunning and Disarming. A few hexes wouldn’t go amiss either. There’s nothing you can do about Crouch. Keep your head down and look after yourself. I’m waiting for your letter giving me your word you won’t stray out of bounds again.

That's what care means to Sirius. Not forbidding him from knowing information. But actively helping him so Harry is ready to stand up to challenges.

Or like this:

‘Now, listen ...’ he looked particularly hard at Harry – ‘I don’t want you lot sneaking out of school to see me, all right? Just send notes to me here. I still want to hear about anything odd. But you’re not to go leaving Hogwarts without permission, it would be an ideal opportunity for someone to attack you.’

‘No one’s tried to attack me so far, except a dragon and a couple of Grindylows,’ Harry said.

But Sirius scowled at him. ‘I don’t care ... I’ll breathe freely again when this Tournament’s over, and that’s not until June. And don’t forget, if you’re talking about me among yourselves, call me Snuffles, OK?’

At the same time, he provides Harry with emotional support. Just without the mushiness. There's a sort of rough tenderness about it, making these signs of attention and love seem even more important and pleasant.

‘What’re you doing here, Sirius?’ he said.

‘Fulfilling my duty as godfather,’ said Sirius, gnawing on the chicken bone in a very dog-like way. ‘Don’t worry about me, I’m pretending to be a loveable stray.’

The post owls appeared, bringing Harry a good-luck card from Sirius. It was only a piece of parchment, folded over and bearing a muddy paw print on its front, but Harry appreciated it all the same.

He also provides Harry with real resources that can help him:

‘I want you to take this,’ he said quietly, thrusting a badly wrapped package roughly the size of a paperback book into Harry’s hands.

‘What is it?’ Harry asked.

‘A way of letting me know if Snape’s giving you a hard time. No, don’t open it in here!’ said Sirius, with a wary look at Mrs Weasley, who was trying to persuade the twins to wear hand-knitted mittens. ‘I doubt Molly would approve – but I want you to use it if you need me, all right?’

‘Sirius’s knife,’ he said. ‘Excuse me?’ ‘Christmas before last Sirius gave me a knife that’ll open any lock,’ said Harry. ‘So even if she’s bewitched the door so Alohomora won’t work, which I bet she has –’

Sirius isn't inclined to pity. He respects the choices of others. His care is expressed in this – he knows people's strengths and trusts them to do their job. He thinks Hagrid will be okay because Hagrid is tough. Why worry?

‘Listen, don’t go asking too many questions about Hagrid,’ said Sirius hastily, ‘it’ll just draw even more attention to the fact that he’s not back and I know Dumbledore doesn’t want that. Hagrid’s tough, he’ll be OK.’

And he respects the choice of the twins' father, though many find Sirius's words harsh:

‘We don’t care about the dumb Order!’ shouted Fred.

‘It’s our dad dying we’re talking about!’ yelled George.

‘Your father knew what he was getting into and he won’t thank you for messing things up for the Order!’ said Sirius, equally angry. ‘This is how it is – this is why you’re not in the Order – you don’t understand – there are things worth dying for!’

But it's not cruelty or indifference, it's respect for their father's choice, as an agent of free will.

Sirius even treats animals this way. Look how he got on with the cat. And yet he understands that animals are defenceless and need support. He doesn't expect danger from them and often finds comfort in their company.

‘This cat isn’t mad,’ said Black hoarsely. He reached out a bony hand and stroked Crookshanks’s fluffy head. ‘He’s the most intelligent of his kind I’ve ever met. He recognised Peter for what he was straight away. And when he met me, he knew I was no dog. It was a while before he trusted me. Finally, I managed to communicate to him what I was after, and he’s been helping me ...’

Kreacher injured Buckbeak the Hippogriff yesterday, and, at the moment when you made your appearance in the fire, Sirius was upstairs tending to him.’

Crookshanks, Hermione’s bandy-legged ginger cat, who wound himself once around Harry’s legs, purring, then jumped on to Sirius’s lap and curled up. Sirius scratched him absent-mindedly behind the ears as he turned, still grim-faced, to Harry.

Sirius, who had just entered the room carrying a bloodstained bag of what appeared to be dead rats. ‘I’ve just been feeding Buckbeak,’ he added, in reply to Harry’s enquiring look. ‘I keep him upstairs in my mother’s bedroom

Soon, however, he was moodier and surlier than before, talking less to everybody, even Harry, and spending increasing amounts of time shut up in his mother’s room with Buckbeak.

He became more and more prone to what Mrs Weasley called ‘fits of the sullens’, in which he would become taciturn and grumpy, often withdrawing to Buckbeak’s room for hours at a time.

Sirius befriended the cat, treated it as an intelligent being, and constantly cared for the hippogriff. Sirius is very closed off from people (after Azkaban, he only opens up to Harry and Remus), he builds a tough armour, but easily opens up to animals and easily cares for them in a nurturing manner – and they love him back.

In conclusion, Sirius respects the free choice of others. For him, pity towards another is demeaning. Sirius hates pity – neither for himself nor for others. To pity = to demean, to pity means to acknowledge the other as incapable and weak. And Sirius doesn't meddle in others' relationships, he well separates his zone of responsibility, and care for him is to give resources and information so the person can act. And he's good with animals, and to animals, he can show a different attitude – nurturing, because acknowledging animals as weaker doesn't demean them, because animals truly are weaker.

This character trait of Sirius isn't for moral judgement, just that's how he is, and it's important to understand that.

#sirius black #the marauders #sirius black meta #the marauders meta #hp meta #sirius and harry

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kenyuluvme · 8 months

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chronic fuck-me eyes.

-> byr!! reader has hair that can be tucked behind her ears + she wears a skirt. nothing spicy happens, just exploring the idea of higuruma having fuck-me eyes/eye-fucking you lol. might make another part with actual smut let's see.

he wasn't aware of it. higuruma was barely attentive to anything aside from work-related affairs, so it wasn't hard to imagine that he was in fact incognizant of one of his most outstanding character, or rather physical, traits: his "fuck-me" eyes.

the same eyes that were indiscreetly ogling you from across the office you shared with him and shimizu.

you concentrated hard on not physically shrinking under his gaze (you already did mentally), but that was hardly feasible, what with the way in which he's been staring at you for the last few minutes. his large orbs that you happened to be fond of, half-lidded yet alarmingly keen, pored over every single part of you they could reach as if you were being undressed by him; and despite his mouth being covered by his balled up fist, you could swear you caught sight of him chewing on his bottom lip twice or thrice.

the long lashes that decorated his eyes fluttered slowly every now and then, adding on to the suffocatingly erotic aura that oozed out of him. the only thing that kept you somewhat distracted from his blatant eye-fucking was the clicking of your keyboard, which was the reason why you were pressing the keys with more vigour than the average person would.

you had to admit, you were doing a terrible job at not crumbling.

you lost count of the number of times you've momentarily let go of the keyboard to tuck a stray lock or two behind your ears, or the number of times you readjusted your skirt to see if that would make him look away, yet you'd be lying if you said the idea of your handsome boss shamelessly checking you out wasn't stroking your ego in ways unknown to man.

this was far from being the first time that higuruma has made you the target of his chronic fuck-me eyes. ever since your arrival in the firm, he's been eyeing you in this exact manner; a half-lidded, overtly sexual and intense stare. first time it happened was during your second week in the firm and you were trying to figure out the bizarrely vintage espresso machine they used, when, from your peripheral vision, you saw him leaning with his back against a window, sipping his bitter drink and plainly gazing at you through his lashes.

your lips had fell and you had awkwardly let out a "uhhh" before he moved from his spot, approaching you with a barely noticeable grin and a cool demeanour. "need help, new girl?," he said, his voice husky and low, and that combined with the label he gave you was more than enough to have you widen your eyes in slight frenzy.

ever since that fateful meeting, you've become more and more conscious of his habit of following you with his gaze and it was almost as if he liked to do it when you were alone in the same place as him.

you raised your eyes to read the time. 36 minutes left then you could clock out and scream into your pillow. yet, you didn't want to let him go without doing something in return, or at least showing him that you weren't all that unaware of what he's been doing.

not removing your eyes from your computer screen, you gently but firmly killed the silence, "is something the matter, higuruma? you've been staring at me for quite a few minutes now."

after finishing your words, you sharply turned your head to meet his gaze, and you were frankly taken aback by how he took what you said. he was no longer ogling you salaciously, and in the stead of that, he seemed...flustered?

"oh, my apologies, i was just lost in my thoughts. not professional for an attorney, huh?," he tried to humour you a bit to cover up his embarrassment. he then proceeded to grab some random papers and run his eyes over those instead.

you couldn't help your jaw dropping a bit. was he actually oblivious to what he's been doing for god knows how many months now? was he genuinely not aware of the gaze that was nothing short of an invitation for you to walk over and jump his bones?

these questions bounced in your head for the remaining minutes before you hurriedly packed your papers and items then left the office with an awkwardly nervous "goodbye".

he blinked, confused at your sudden reaction.

nevertheless, higuruma considered this another win in his book, as he recalled how cute you looked trying to remain calm, and he began to ponder the other ways in which he could make you lose your cool, but he knew that you weren't ready for that yet.

higuruma was, in fact, aware of his fuck-me eyes.

-> hmmm, in my head, this was wayyyyy less story-like and more about his whore eyes and what he thinks about but it turned into a drabble ig. lemme know if a part 2 with actual sex or something that's close to it sounds nice. byeee :)

#kiki.cooks #higuruma x reader #higuruma hiromi x reader #higuruma smut #higuruma hiromi #jjk x reader #jjk smut #jjk #jujutsu kaisen

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chaifootsteps · 4 months

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Still thinking about Viv's claim that she thinks both sides are in the wrong and it's bugging me enough to do a quick episode run down to see how exactly that claim stacks up. Hopefully quantifying a bit more will help see where we're actually at

Ozzies: Between episodes 6&7 Stolas gets a personality transplant and goes from calling Blitzo his 'impish little plaything' and demeaning him to being head over heels for him, calling him by his name and bowing to him. When the car drives away the camera lingers on Stolas crying, though the episode ends on Blitzo and his emotions so we'll call this one even

Queen Bee: We see Blitzo's emotions in the aftermath in the form of a self-destructive bender, but noticeably what he says to Loona is that he's upset that he'll die alone. He doesn't say anything about being upset about feeling used or mistreated by Stolas (he even says his name along with the others before he throws up)

The Circus: Retcons galore backstory about how Stolas and Blitzo were childhood friends and despite using him for sex all s1, Stolas was apparently really in love with Blitzo the whole time?? It doesn't make a lot of sense but go with it. Episode ends with a song where Stolas not only implies Blitzo was somehow lying to him this whole time (Genius.com contributor suggests Stolas believed Blitzo actually loved him, which seems the obvious interpretation of these lyrics) but also makes him out to be a weak victim. He shows no guilt whatsoever for the part he played in making Blitzo feel degraded and used.

What’s between you and I Just a comfortable lie I’m the fool who believes When you look in my eyes

Seeing Stars: Stolas being framed as badass while he's choking his butler and it not being remotely bad on his part that he continues to sexually accost Blitzo in their first meeting after Ozzie's. Any criticisms Blitzo makes of Stolas (not remembering his own spells) are dismissed by Stolas with nonsensical arguments (it's relevant Blitzo can't remember Moxxie's phone number, apparently?)

Exes and Ohs: Stolas isn't in this episode or mentioned at all

Western Energy: Text message exchange after Ozzie's show Stolas giving a non apology where he doesn't actually address the problem, literally doing a 'I'm sorry if something I said or did upset you'. Episode ends on Stolas alone in the hospital where the viewer should pity him that Blitzo didn't come to visit :(

Unhappy Campers: No Stolas!

Oops: Blitzo dismisses the notion that Stolas cares about him by using examples obviously meant to favor Stolas. He is framed as jaded and unreasonable and Fizz is the obvious voice of reason. The imp who hates royalty is called a supremacist, Blitzo is the in between who dislikes Stolas and Fizz - the one who capes for royalty - is presented as in the right

Full Moon: Blitzo again criticizes Stolas, without getting to mention anything specific from s1. He is framed as going too far and tries to apologize. Stolas acts like the deal was a mutual thing even when admitting it was wrong

By my count that's basically no examples in Blitzo's favor. And I imagine if we counted all the Twitter likes from Viv on posts favoring Blitzo we'd turn up a big goose egg there, too

Careful, now! You laid out all the facts and stated them plainly, and we know that that makes a certain subset of fans angry and scared.

Viv can claim that "they're supposed to both be in the wrong" all she likes, but it doesn't mean a thing if every other word of writing in season 2 suggests the opposite. I guess the real test will come in Apology Tour, when we get to see who's actually doing the apologizing.

#Anonymous #viv stuff #helluva boss critical #stolitz critical #actual blog post

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two-white-butterflies · 12 days

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coaxed you into paradise - c. 36

Description: The life of Saera Targaryen told in four acts. She was her father's forgotten daughter, cast aside as she looked nothing like her mother. Her younger days were spent beside her uncle. Years following her marriage with Ser Harwin Strong, she catches him in an affair with her older sister. She returns to seek solace in the arms of Daemon, whose loved her all her life.

masterlist for this series

"Rhaenyra has always been ruled by her impulse," Mysaria's voice echoes throughout the closed dungeons. "- always too blind to see the whole truth. I think she is yet to understand your value, Daemon." the woman refers to him in a colloquial tone.

"I trust that the seas were merciful." he says rather plainly, a breath of relief as the darkness is quenched by a lit torch. "I'm sorry." Mysaria apologizes, hinting at her inability to save Alyssa and Aelor. "As much as I would delight in spurning you, I still need you." He looks away.

There was fury behind his words, a fire that threatened to escape. "We were supposed to meet come nightfall, and I waited for her, but then news of Aelor's death reached my ears. I knew I needed to leave." Mysaria admitted, her eyes holding nothing but regret.

"I've known Alyssa since she was a babe, I watched that girl grow into a proper princess. It pains me. If I could not save Aelor - I thought that maybe I should save you." She raised her eyebrows, flashing him a bitter smile. Mysaria hated Daemon Targaryen, but she loved Saera, loved the children that she helped raise.

"Does Rhaenyra know of your presence here?" He inquires, and she takes a hasty step - opening the locked gates to free the Rogue Prince. "She knows that I am in Dragonstone, but she believes me to be on her side." Mysaria chuckles. "I've asked Ser Martin to escort you to Harrenhal. Do not try to get Caraxes, he is heavily guarded." She informs.

Daemon takes his first step outside of the prison.

"It will take at a few weeks to arrive on foot. Rhaenyra said something, says that she'll tell Saera that I died." Daemon takes a sharp breath.

Mysaria sighs, "How is it that I am forever doomed to be your raven? Both of you." she humors, closing the gate silently lest she incur the wrath of Rhaenyra's loyal men. "What if Rhaenyra were to happen upon my wife?" he growls. "Melarys is a formidable dragon, and you underestimate your son." Mysaria comforts.

She delights in seeing the Rogue Prince in this manner. Yearning, and utterly lovestruck. Saera is his weakness, Rhaenyra does not know the lengths of this weakness. "What if Saera believes me to be dead?" He asks again. He cannot think straight, not when he is not there to guide his wife.

"Then you would be underestimating your wife." Mysaria retorts. "You must leave now." She stares at the ceiling, hearing the pitter patter of the soldier's march above them.

He walks forward, "Daemon." She says, and he stares at her from over his shoulder. "- keep them safe." She pleaded. Mysaria considers Daemon's children as her own family. One of the few people who loved her without reason, accepted her even after the truth of her life.

They are her family. She will stop at nothing to ensure their safety.

"Muña, please." Daegon pleads, pushing the plate closer to Saera. She's been like this since news of Aelor's death reached them. "Has Aemond replied to the ravens you've sent him?" She asks, and her oldest child shakes his head. 'No'.

"He is mourning, and there is a blockade, there is a chance that our ravens did not reach him." Daegon answers, sadness behind his eyes. Saera is not the only one suffering. Every night, he dreams about his twin sister suffering the fate of death. It haunts him. Consumes him. "I worry about your sister," she admits.

Daemon was quick to anger and slow to forgive. Saera was slow to anger and slow to forgive, but Alyssa was never angered. She had an infinite amount of patience. She is gentle, and fickle-minded, not in a bad way, but she thinks of every perspective and she seldom judges.

She is kind, the kindest of all her children. Alyssa does not deserve to lose her son. A tear trickles down her eye. "War is ruthless, Daegon, it knows no name and holds no mercy for life. It takes, and takes until the entire world is forced to bow and bend to its mercy. War should not be the answer." She breathes.

Her mind flashes back to her father's last words: Daegon must be King. But why? Daegon is the son of a second-daughter, Rhaenyra must come before - then Jacaerys, but could it be? No. Daegon is a bastard too. 'Why do you leave me with so many questions, father?' Saera thought while wiping the tear away.

"I hold faith that we'll be safe," Daegon opens his mouth, but his mother's silence spoke louder than words. There was no certainty.

Saera feels alone, the same way that she felt when her uncle left and when her sister sought the company of Lady Alicent. There was no one to confide in, not even her own son who fights a battle of diplomacy with his men. There were hundreds of ravens that came flooding in Harrenhal, both sides suing for their support.

Daegon has responded with silence, but Saera does not know how long that silence will last. In the end, they will be forced to make a choice. "There was a letter from Aunt Rhaenyra. I was contemplating on whether or not you should know, but I think it is your right." Daegon says, his tone thin and weak.

"What is it?" She raises an eyebrow.

"The Battle in Rook's Rest has maimed Aegon, he in incapable of walking and according to reports Sunfyre is vanquished." Daegon begins with the good part of the news, "- but?" she inquires.

"Princess Rhaenys and Kepa were there." Daegon does not fail to notice the spark in his mother's eyes at the mention of Daemon. "- it has not been confirmed but both of them perished, muña." he whispers and the atmosphere suddenly turns dull.

Her chest tightens.

"I reaffirm that it has not been confirmed, there were no bodies found, but Aunt Rhaenyra says that there's a good chance that..." Daegon couldn't find the strength to complete his sentence. "As long as there are no bodies shown, it will be best not to entertain these notions." Saera tilts her head.

When has Daemon ever failed her? He's always come back unscathed. He's always returned to her.

Why would it be different this time?

"If you will excuse me," she says in a cold tone, not allowing her son to see the cracks in her facade. 'You must be strong' she reminds herself, 'I am no longer a little girl. I am a mother now, and I must be strong for them.' she comforts herself.

In the confines of her chambers, she allows herself release. Tears flow out of her eyes like a newly opened dam. Her life has become such a droll tragedy, losing her mother, her father, her relationship with her sister, and now her husband.

Without his presence, how was she to soothe her breaking sanity? How was she to raise her children? How was she to get Alyssa back?

She sinks into her soft mattress, allowing the tears to flow from her eyes to her cheeks and to the blankets. 'I don't know what to do.' No one what ever taught her to do anything. She learnt how to be a mother on her own, without the guide of anyone.

She learnt how to be a regent in stead of her son, and no one has ever taught her to do that. All her life she's had to learn.

All her life she's had to fight against the burden of her femininity. Her father taught her to be obedient and kind, like every lady of the realm - and she's learnt to fight against that by fighting against Harwin, a man who's name suddenly tastes bitter on her tongue. Saera knows in the end that she'll have to learn again.

She'll have to learn how to live in the absence of Daemon, despite her heart pounding and telling her that he was still alive.

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And Now She Becomes Death, VI. Rest

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“You think that mating bond in your chest gives you more right to be in that room than me? Than Elain?” Feyre accused. “You don’t get to claim Nesta just because the Mother wants you to make babies. You have been nothing but cruel to her for months now, what makes you think she even wants to see you?

Cassian reared back, as if he’d been slapped. Feyre was right, of course, but each time he heard it plainly it felt like a blow. Still, the idea of leaving her was… unfathomable.

“She did not tell me to leave,” he gritted out. “I could feel how afraid she was, at the idea of being alone. I promised her I would stay.”

Even now, standing outside her doorway, he felt the heavy pressure to return to her side, to ensure she did not wake without him.

“You are not the only one who can sit with her, Cassian. You do not get to make the decisions here.”

“And you do?” He argued, wings flaring. “You’re the one who always sent me to fetch her, who didn’t want to take no for an answer when she declined your invitations, who constantly complained about her to all of us. Your desire for a happy family did more harm than good, and now you think you’re the one who gets to take care of her?”

“It’s my responsibility.” Feyre snapped. “She is my sister. I already admitted that our tactics were wrong, and you know that. Besides, don’t come for my actions when you didn’t even allow a moment to pass between the two of you before you were at her throat.”

“We all have things to apologize for. But the fact remains that I promised her-”

“Enough.”

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OMG I loved the hange one u wrote Tysm for that your writing is so pretty can I have a a similar one but with a house pet reader and Sachiko Juraku -🐢

Omfg!!! Yessss!!! Also so happy to see you twice today 🐢!(A reminder to everyone, dont repost or reblog without redit!)

Dating Sachiko Juraku as a Housepet

Oh you poor thing. How the hell did you get yourself in this situation??

You gambled yourself into this predicament, you thought you were good enough to fight a big dog.

How wrong you were

Sachiko Juraku, she saw you first when a bunch of guys were getting a bit too touchy. She watched for a few minutes before intervening.

"Why, hello there boys, if you dont mind, I'll be taking this pretty thing with me!"

She'll take you to a private, and unused classroom and look at you for a bit. She's never been this interested in someone before.

You became her little enigma. She stared at you some more, keeping her tight grip she pulled you closer. It was official. In her mind at least.

You became her new toy(soon to be girlfriend).

She started taking you with her everywhere. When she gambled, when she was doing council work, she's even taken you home.

Now, of course when you two officially start dating she acts differently. She treats you with more respect, and is nicer.

Don't forget your place though. She could have gotten rid of your debt, but she hasn't and she wont.

Why? You might ask. Well it's simple.

If you were to ever decide you didn't want the relationship, she could easily hold your debt over you. Use it.

She'll make a life plan for you to put it plainly.

She knows it wrong but she doesn't care. You're hers and she intends to keep it that way.

It doesn't really matter if you're a house pet or not, but she's protective as hell. As well as possessive. She owns you.

Mind. Body. Soul.

All of it, it's all hers, all of you is hers. She just loves you so damn much.

She definitely spoils you, 100% a sugar mommy once you two have an established relationship.

You want it? She's got it. You two are out on a lavish date and you see a pretty necklace, or a cute dress, maybe some nice shoes. Just say the word and it's yours. All of it.

Sachiko hates it when you have to leave. Wether it's for class or something else. It doesn't matter. She needs you by her side and she hates seeing you go.

Very touchy, she sees you as her property(especially when you're a house pet). She needs everyone to know you've been claimed.

She buys you a set of bracelets that have her first and last name on them. If her little pet gets lost she can always find you.(the cuffs have a tracking device in them)

If you didn't like her at first, it doesn't matter. You'll learn to love her(she kinda a yandere in general) you have to. She loves you and expects love, affection, and adoration.

She of course gives you all these things. In her own way.

When you two fight she usually waits it out. Even if she knows it's her fault she wont admit it. She'll wait for you to come crawling back.

After all without her protection who is going to save you from all the big, bad, mean men in the school. She might even order a few to bug you.

That's all she'll tell them to do though. Just bug you, if they dare do more...she'll kill them.

When you come crawling back she apologizes, in her own way. She buys you whatever you want. She usually does this but for about the next two to three weeks after your fight she's buying you things more than usual.

She'll even just give you straight cash if you want. You've learned this is her way of apologizing without having to be verbal.

You're her pet and even if you two fight she knows(as do you) you'll come back.

NSFW UNDER THE CUT

Oh... oh no. Just no. You are going to be in so much pain. I feel so bad for you, she's going to fuck you til you're raw.

Rough dom, she's hard, fast, and makes sure it hurts. She loves seeing you cry in pain, it brings her more pleasure than you'll ever know.

She'll bend you over any surface if she's horny enough. Her desk, a random surface in her house, a desk in an unused classroom. Anywhere.

Kinkyiest bitch you'll ever meet. She loves the strap specifically. She loves having you warm it, suck it, honestly she just loves destroying any hole she can get to.

Some days she's feeling more feral, she wants you raw. No toys, no lube, fucking nothing. She wants to naked with your legs spread out, ready for her and her alone.

Other days she feels the need to fuck you til you pass out. Those are the days when student council business isn't going as well as it should be.

She makes it hurt, she's quite the sadist after all.

She has a few special collars with different things ingrained in them. One says Mistresses Slut in a beautiful font. Another says GOOD GIRL in bold, glittery pink letters.

She even has one that says Property of Sachiko Juraku(theres a little tag that says how to return you to her) she loves the idea that her little pet is also her pet in the bedroom.

You want her? Beg, you dumb bitch. That's all you are, a dumb little bitch. You're useless for anything that doesn't involve getting your brains fucked out.

You need her, dont you? You need her strap, her fingers, ever her shoes to rut against like the slut you are.

Sachiko loves propping you up in front of the mirror, making you watch as she sluts you out. Making you watch as she turns that pretty brain of yours into rot.

That's all it needs to be anyway. Rot. It's not like you actually need your brain. You're her dumb bitch, her beautiful little pet that sits so prettily on her lap.

You know it, she knows it too. All you have to do is beg and she'll turn you into the good pet she knows you can be.

Shes just so rough with you and sometimes you need her to be gentle! You need slow and gentle!

She can and will provide that. Grant it you will make it up to her later.

She'll take you nice and slow with her strap, making sure it's deep. She start with slow thrusts getting faster,(and a bit rougher) but never getting past a certain point.

She spreads you out and talks you through it. These are one of your few real intimate moments. She wont do this until you're her official partner. Heavens no! She wouldn't be caught dead treating a house pet like this...

Unless you're her house pet! When you start officially dating and you work up the courage to ask her about this, she's more than willing.

Now as for aftercare, when you're just her house pet it was short and sweet. She cleaned you up a bit with a few reassuring words and then kicked you out.

It hurt, but when you start dating it's a whole new story.

She's so sweet, she cleans you up, gets you food, and turns on television for you.

You started keeping extra clothes in her office and her house in case it was too much and you needed to stay longer than intended.

She loves you, even if she don't act it, you're hers. Her plaything, her slut, her pet, her lover, her beautiful little thing. You're hers and that is something that throughout your entire relationship she will remind you of.

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The Element of Surprise

Chapter four of the Miracle Aligner series

Alex's POV

It didn't take me long to arrive at the pub. Practically sprinting in, I spot Mickey raising a chair off a table. "Mickey?" I call with uncertainty. His head shoots in my direction. Upon seeing me, a blinding smile envelops his face and I nearly spin back out the door. "Alex Turner!" He shouts and I immediately recoil. Realizing his mistake of announcing my name, he slaps a hand over his mouth. "Sorry," he apologizes in a muffle, stalking towards me. "It's alright mate." We both then stand there awkwardly, unspeaking. "The guitar Mick," I voice plainly, snapping him out of whatever trance he's in. "Shit sorry!" He gestures widely, pivoting away from me.

When he returns, handing me the guitar, I don't move. Mickey gives me a once-over quickly. "Uh- can I have your number?" "No." "Thought so." He pouts. "So why're you still here?" I frown at his words and he lifts his hands in protest, waving them. "Not trying to be rude, just like, why?"

"Is Jennie here?" I pronounce while looking over both of Mickey's shoulders. He stares at me, looking puzzled, before clearly grasping my motives. He smirks. "No. Should I leave a message for you?" I ignore his mocking tone. "When's she in?" His face twists, "Not sure I can give out that kind of information buddy." His previous smirk creeps onto his face, "Unless there was a specific reason I should?" Mickey states suggestively. I roll my eyes and click my tongue. "No reason," I spit out.

Obviously regretting his decision to provoke me, Mickey sighs deeply. "I'm joking." Patting my forearm he admits, "But seriously, I legally can't give out staff member’s information to customers, even if they're Alex Turner." My temper eases when I survey his honest and sullen expression. Thinking, I rotate my head, taking in the pub's interior. Did I really come to this shithole last night?

"Does this place sell anything edible?" I doubtfully ask. Mickey visibly loosens. "Yes, we do." He pulls out a chair for me, "Take a seat and I'll fetch you today's special." I barely nod in affirmation before he speeds off to the kitchen.

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Two days later

Growing tired of checking my phone's clock for the seventh time tonight, I shove it back into my jacket pocket. Rising from my chair, I adjust my cap, dejected for the third time this week. Red was a no-show again.

"Leaving so soon?" Mickey exclaims from behind the bar. I swivel my neck and reply with a shrug, "I'm not really interested in finding out Friday's special, sorry Mick." He snickers. "It's not like you to give up so soon. I almost have the urge to give her a call." At this, I nearly flung my body over to Mickey. "You would do that?" I ask in disbelief.

"You've been here for the past three days." He laughs, "Some may find it creepy, maybe she'll find it charming." "Why haven't you offered to do this before?" I snap back.

"You never asked." He states plainly. I almost lay one on him then and there, but the promise of a call stops me from punching him. "Well?" I implore him, clasping my hands together in a plea. He nods meekly. "My phone's in the locker room, wait here if you can," he teases, making his way to the back room.

Five minutes later he returns, phone in hand, ringing her up. I glance at the screen which reads Rogen. "Rogen?" "Last name." He replies fleetly before the ringing ceases. "Heyyy J." The compulsion to snatch the phone from his hands rises expeditiously when he has the nerve to look at me and grin. "Yeah. He's here, again." He taunts. I nearly snarl.

Thousands of thoughts fizzled in my head. "Yeah sure," he babbles before delivering his phone to me. I hesitantly clutch his phone, mumbling, "Hello?" "Alexander?" "Alex." I correct, sighing with relief at the sound of her melodic voice. "Have you been coming to my place of employment for the past three days?" She questions me like I'm a toddler who got caught drawing on a plaster wall. "Yes I have, thank you for noticing," I retort humorlessly. Her laughter echoes through the phone.

Now smiling, I glance at Mickey, who carries the same look, and I spin away from his gaze with a sneer. "Sorry I've just been busy, and I like to stay as far away from that nasty place as I can." She states matter-of-factly.

I chuckle till my smile withers. "You left, without leaving your number Jennie." I resist reprimanding her, and she sighs quietly. "I know, sorry." She pauses. "I can be such a guy sometimes." I snort at her words. "May I have your number now Red?" I look to the ceiling for help while awaiting her answer. After a beat, she replies, "Hand me over to Mickey sweetie." My face flushes and I distractedly hand the phone to Mickey who looks equally confused. His expression then resolves and he states, "You might wanna get out a pen and paper sweetie."

...

"Get your head outta your arse Al! Focus." Zach demands with a shout. My eyes lift from my phone screen reluctantly.

Texting back and forth with Jennie had become a weekly habit. Two weeks to be exact. With my album's writing, recording, and everything in between, we haven't had the chance to connect properly. The desire to see that red hair once more was becoming overwhelming, so, my latest text entailed a "will you" and a "go out with me?" Said text also had yet to receive a reply for the last three hours.

The anticipation was killing me and I could hardly focus on my bandmates. "You disappear for days and come back with incredible songs, but somehow have lost the ability to count." Zach bellows in anger. "You missed your bit again Turner!" I stare blankly at Zach after his outburst, causing both Jamie and Miles to erupt with laughter. "Mate, what is wrong with you?" Miles questions while laughing. "Nothing," I grumble. They all give me a look of skepticism.

"Well snap outta it, we just gotta finish this last verse." Jaime dumbfoundedly shakes his head. Embarrassed, I plunge my phone into my jeans pocket and place my fingertips on the strings of my guitar.

...

Six hours later, our second song is finally done and I head out towards my hired car. At that moment, an incoming text staggers my step.

11:43 p.m. Jennie "Red" Rogen: Did you just ask me on a date Alexander? May need to think this one through XXX

Entering the car, I religiously read over her text. Feeling both rejection and bliss was a hell of a lot for one man alone. What's she playing at? All week we've been flirting, and now she's refusing me, sending kisses via text.

I'm at a loss for words and clearly hard of hearing as the driver repeats "Where to." His voice carries more of an edge the second time 'round. "Sorry mate," I pause, rethinking my destination while the driver's eyes leer at me through the rearview mirror. "Take me to Les Cactus." He nods a huff and instantaneously hits the gas.

...

As soon as we reach the curve, I hop out the vehicle and march towards the pub's entrance. I was done messing around. Now, a rather witless decision to confront Red head-on has become my top priority.

Beelining towards the ever-present bartender, I freeze. Red's back faces me and her scarlet lips brush Mickey's ear lightly, whispering. Her side presses against his while her hand clasps his shoulder. Stunned, I simply watch their interaction, scrutinizing the smile that consumes half of Mickey's face. My fists and jaw clench as various speculations of their conversation adorn my thoughts. I didn't like a single one of them.

Suddenly, Mickey detects me, eyes widening. "Alex?" As soon as my name leaves his mouth, Jennie's hand drops from his shoulder and her body whirls around. Like Mickey, her eyes enlarge and fill with confusion. Composing myself, I continue forward.

Confidently striding to her, I get close enough that I have to peer down quite a bit. Maintaining eye contact I assert, "I did, so what's there to think about Red?"

I clock how she tenses, face unreadable. I audibly gulp. It's strange seeing such a woman speechless. But that silence didn't last long. "How bold of you to assume it would be so simple Mr. Turner." A sly smile grows on her face. I blow out the wind stuck in my lungs. "Nothing seems to be simple with you Jennie." I'll never get enough of saying her name, though, I like how calling her Red seems to rattle her.

A grunt is the only reply she gives before speaking again. "I don't even know you," she giggles. "Don't you think it's a little late to worry about that Red?" I clap back with humour, to which she grins knowingly. "How do you know I don't regret that?" Her question nearly makes my assured demeanour falter. "I know you don't regret that night Red," I state with indifference. "And why's that?" "Because I was there." She stills, again, left speechless.

"Tomorrow night, I'll text you when and where," I mention nonchalantly before turning towards the exit. "Goodnight Red," I chuckle over my shoulder, glancing back one more time to drink in the priceless look on her face.

Chapter Five

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Her Grace's Handmaiden Pt.15

(Sandor Clegane x Fem Reader x Cersei Lannister. TW: Domestic abuse.)

AO3 VERSION: https://archiveofourown.org/works/48276340

The stand off between you, your husband, and the queen had gone on for days.

You certainly didn't intend to apologize for a bit of teasing, in fact it only made you more determined to win.

Brushing off Sandor was easy enough once you got past his kicked puppy face when you reject his advances. Though you had to admit, the dejected look in his eyes did pull at your heart strings.

The queen, on the other hand, was harder to fend off. It was clear she hadn't expected this stand off to last more than a few hours.

But you were determined neither one of them would touch you until YOU approached them.

But that didn't keep you from your duties, tailing the queen throughout her day and tending to her needs as you had done before.

"Are you still being stubborn?" The queen asked cooly

"Yes, Your Grace."

"And how is your husband taking it?"

You smirked a little.

"I think I saw him hit the training dummy a little harder than necessary, Your Grace."

Cersei couldn't help but chuckle, but stifled it as a page approached them.

"The Hand has awakened, My Queen" the young man bowed. "You asked to be told immediately."

"Finally." Cersei hissed. "I won't let Robert wriggle Ned Stark off the hook this time. Come."

Cersei snatched up your hand and all but dragged you to the Tower of the Hand.

Robert had beaten you both there and was already standing by The Hand's bedside when you entered.

Robert glanced at you a moment but decided you weren't worth the fight as Ned's head shook from side to side.

The onslaught of questions was so immediate, you almost felt bad for Lord Stark, who firmly stood his ground.

The options were simple, it seemed. Lord Stark was to make amends with Jaime, his wife was to release Lord Tyrion, and he was to return to his duties as Hand.

Cersei fumed at this. "You allow his daughter to attack our son, his wife to kidnap my younger brother, and his men to attack my twin?" She hissed. "I took you for a king! I should wear the armour and you the gown!"

You nearly lunged forward when Robert's large hand came across Cersei's face. The queen sat a moment in stunned silence before smirking, rubbing the growing red welt on her face.

"I shall wear this like a badge of Honor"

You felt the burning fires of rage eat away in your chest as Cersei dragged you away. For a moment you looked into Robert's face and only saw red.

The two of you walked silently before you could not longer keep yourself from speaking out.

"That was wrong of him." You said plainly, the lines of your face tight and drawn. "Very wrong."

"I know"

"That wasn't the first time, was it?" You grabbed her arm, daring to show a level of familiarity outside the bed chamber.

Cersei looked stunned but shook her head. "No, darling. It wasn't"

"Do they know? Your brothers, your father?"

"Jaime would cut him in two." Cersei scoffed.

"Maybe he ought to" you sucked in a breath. "I'm sorry your grace. The was a treasonous thing to say and completely out of line"

Cersei's eyes watched you for what felt like an eternity before touching your face gently. You moved to do the same, caressing the swelling side of her face and frowning.

"This needs ice"

Cersei nodded with a thoughtful sigh. "Why don't you fetch me some? Bring it to my chambers."

You obeyed swiftly. You knew Pycelle would have what you needed, and were willing to risk a long winded conversation to get it.

You didn't mention what it was for, which Pycelle muttered in dissatisfaction over. The old man was a wizened busy body, constantly monologuing.

As he fumbled with an ice pick, chipping away at the carefully stored block of ice kept under the floor boards, you glanced around at the bottles and vials, all containing unknown liquids of various makeups.

Your eyes glanced over one that looked familiar.

Essence of Nightshade.

You had delivered this particular potion to Cersei more than once in the past, always with the warning to only administer 1 to 3 drops.

Anymore was deadly.

"Grandmaester" you said curiously. "I do have one more question if you don't mind."

"Of course, my lady" the old man nodded. "Anything"

"It's something of a private matter" you began, "I was wondering if you had anything to boost fertility? As you know it's been several months since my wedding night and I'm afraid we havent had much luck."

"Ah!" Pycelle seemed eager to aid her, fumbling with tomes and ledgers of every combination of herbs imaginable."Of course! Not that you should be worried yet, after all it's only been a few months. But I can understand your nervousness. Yes, it's quite common among older wives, but not to worry. It is still very possible for a wife your age to bear many children."

As he rambled, your hands moved like a shadow. By the time he turned around, the vial was tucked securely in your bodice and your face told his you had listened to every word he said.

"Here you are, my dear" Pycelle handed you a large sachet of strange smelling herbs. "Have this made into a strong tea and drink three cups every day. Is that clear?"

"Perfectly clear, Grand Maester" you nodded, taking your leave without waiting for him to dive into another lecture.

The ice was half melted in your hand by the time you arrived in Cersei's quarters.

"Thank you, pet." The queen pressed the cold bundle to her face. "I take it he took his time?"

"Not as much as he could have" You shrugged. "Are you alright?"

"Fine" Cersei nodded, "Robert is going hunting tomorrow at dawn, so at least I won't have to see him."

You nodded, finding your opening. "What poor souls is he dragging with him this time?"

"Oh, Barristan of course, Renly. And of course Lancel, my poor cousin. I should have known better than to make Robert take him on as Squire."

Lancel, you thought, you knew that name.

"I think I've met Lancel, haven't I?"

"Once, briefly." Cersei beckoned you onto her love seat and leaned against you. Even now she was a true beauty, all golden shimmers and scarlet silk. "You probably remember him running after Robert looking like a scared chicken."

Oh yes, you thought, I remember him now.

"I should get going." You breathed reluctantly. "Pycelle gave me these herbs and they're supposed to help with....you know"

"Ah" Cersei smirked knowing. "So you've decided to call a truce."

"For the sake of House Clegane and my marriage, I have decided to yield" you confessed, planting a firm kiss in your lover's lips before making for the door.

At first, you had no idea where to find Lancel, then you remembered what 90% of his duties were.

The wine cellars of The Red Keep were cold and dank, perfect for preserving the thousands of vintages stored in wooden barrels that lined the stone walls.

"Lancel" you called softly. "Are you down here?"

You spied a crop of white blond hair in the torch light and smirked, "are you hiding?"

A pair of sea blue eyes peered out from behind a set of stacked barrels.

"Please don't tell the king" he nearly whimpered.

"I won't" you assured him kindly. "I'd hide down here too, if I had your job."

Lancel got a good look at you in the flickering flames and frowned, "Lady Clegane?"

You noticed the half empty wine flask that dangled from his hand and motioned to it.

"May I?"

"Oh!" The squire paled and extended the flask to you. "Please, my lady."

"You don't have to call me that, you know." You chuckled lightly, "I'm not a lady. Not a real one."

"Whatever would I call you then?" The young man asked, slowly relaxing as you took a swig from the flask. The wine was sweet and rolled down your throat like liquid silk. An excellent vintage.

"You have good taste" you complimented, handing the flask back to him, "you may call me Y/N, if you like."

"Really?" Lancel blinked, a light pink blush filling his face. "My lady, I don't think-"

"Relax, Lancel" you scoffed, "I didn't come down here to seduce you. I came to check in."

"Why?"

You frowned, moving closer to the squire, "he's very cruel to you, isn't he? I've heard the way he talks to you, and it isn't right."

Lancel paused a moment before nodding, looking at his feet. "He called my mother a dumb whore."

"And that was very wrong of him." You pressed. "It's not right to talk like that to anyone, even if he is the king."

"But what can be done?" Lancel bemoaned. "He doesn't listen to anyone. Not even Ned Stark."

"I think" You began slowly. "The only thing that gets to a man like The King, is to be reminded that he isn't all powerful. That even kings must depend on those around them when they stumble."

"What do you mean?"

Slowly, you removed the Essence of Nightshade from your bodice and handed it to him.

"Put a few drops of this into the king's wine during the hunt tomorrow." You instructed, "when he gets too drunk, he will have to lean on others to make it back to the palace. Maybe then he will realize how vulnerable he really is."

"Do you really think that will work?" Lancel turned the vial over in his hands, "and it won't hurt him?"

"Just don't add more than 10 drops" you instructed firmly. "Just enough to throw him off, not enough to hurt him."

Lancel seemed nervous but nodded.

"Brave Lad" you cupped his cheek tenderly and he seemed to lean into it. "Now remember, this stays between us. We aren't hurting anyone, just teaching him a lesson. Right?"

"Right." Lancel's voice went from soft to firm and you knew he was ready.

"You're a good man, Lancel" you assured him and the squire blushed.

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The tea Pycelle perscribed smelled even worse when brewed.

The scent was sharp and medicinal and it stung your throat when you chugged the liquid to avoid actually tasting it.

"This shit better work" you muttered, trying not to gag.

The door to the chambers squealed open as you looked over your shoulder with a small smile.

"Good evening husband"

"Wife."

"Are you still cross with me?" You said in a teasing tone, curling your feet up into the chair you sat in and tucking them into your night gown.

He didn't answer and you rolled your eyes.

"Can we stop this please?" You sighed

"You started it." He snapped.

"No. You started it." You corrected him with a huff. "This isn't helping."

Sandor kicked off his boots in frustrated silence and you moved to the bed next to him.

"Can we talk about this?"

"Not much to talk about."

"Well," you breathed, "It felt really, I don't know, strange, that you and the queen talked about me."

He glanced at you but didn't fully turn to look. "Why?"

"I don't know" you mumbled, "I guess I just have a different relationship with her than I do with you."

Sandor frowned at this but tried not to jump to conclusions. "Explain"

"The queen is....I love her. I would do anything for her, but she isn't like you. She is the queen, and I am still her servant. She tells me what to do and where to go because when I'm at court and around her it is my job to. And it's a job I take great pride in."

You crossed your arms and leaned on his slightly.

"But you. You're different. I love you so much. If I lost my place in court tomorrow it would hurt. Maybe more than anything ever has hurt. But I know that I could move on from it if I needed to. Because it's a job. But I don't want to be your servant Sandor, I want to be your wife. I want us to be partners. Does that make any sense?"

You waited for a response, but all that came was a large arm draping itself across your shoulders, pulling you into his chest with a deep sigh.

"Come to bed" he grumbled, pulling your body with his as he moved up the bed towards the pillows.

He was a man of few words, you knew that. So if this was the only acknowledgment you were getting, you accepted it openly, curling against his chest as his arms locked around you.

#cersei lannister x reader #sandor clegane x reader #game of thrones fanfiction #her grace's handmaiden #asoiaf fanfiction

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our-divine-violinist · 5 months

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because @ca-suffit is too chicken to put up my ask that I sent off anon I’ll post this here. I am not okay with people hiding behind supposedly good deeds like defending the poc or lgbtqia community to bully others.

i don’t mind putting my name here to make some points and not hide. and yeah I blocked you ahead of time because I know people like you thrive on drama and I’m not going to be a part of that. this will be a one and done. and tbh you really have already put your foot in your mouth so many times on your responses that to anyone relatively sane you look completely out of control.

i don’t know where the racism you are alleging to is coming from but there’s many instances in elisaintime videos that address this topic and she did so very kindly and level headedly when she responded back to you here. You obviously have not watched anything of hers

but I’ll say what everyone is thinking seeing this back and forth today (and as someone rarely on this app I can’t believe I had to see this when I came here to just vibe). you seem to be incredibly jealous of elisaintime. and before you retort there’s no way you could POSSIBLY be jealous, yes you are. dig deep in there and admit to yourself, you don’t have to admit it to anyone else but yourself so you can deal with your own emotions fully. These kind of delusional statements made on nothing but your opinion rather than facts (we have yet to see your receipts you supposedly have) is indicative of someone who is extremely insecure and quite honestly just plainly put a bully because you can’t have what you want. yep you are a bully what people in this fandom hate. You aren’t stopping any racism or making the poc community any more safe by instigating fights and making claims that have no basis for fact. It degrades the works the fandom has done to point out the problems and actually sweep out the real racists.

now away from that garbage fire and onto the other issue. AMC needs to be held responsible if you really thinking they are only inviting white people (that wouldn’t be elisaintime fault it would be solely on amc). But I doubt you actually believe what you’re saying here because if you did the easiest way to hold a company responsible is unengaging with them. Sure send them emails about their problematic racism instead of emails that honestly makes you look like some unhinged mega fan just starting tumblr drama. make them realize that the fandom holds power and don’t support that and they will lose engagement and money real fast and clean up their act and apologize. Simple. But again you aren’t going to do that because you don’t actually believe what you’re saying. Boycotting has worked wonders to get a message out by the people in the past for many things currently happening in the world. But I doubt you actually care enough to boycott amc right now because that means your show would suffer.

The real issue is this. You hate the idea of someone who might even remotely dislikes or criticizes the show getting something you didn’t get. we are all thinking it. Jealousy is normal response but it’s how you react to it that lets people know how you really are. It is not a good look for you or show fans or pocs. You are afraid of one influencers opinion that isn’t raving is going to hurt ratings. Reality check any publicity is good publicity that’s showbiz which seems like you greatly misunderstand. A variety of reviews makes things realistic. things aren’t black and white good or bad you love or you hate there’s middle ground. the show will be okay you don’t have to defend it like this in such a brash and rude way that has nothing to stand on except your opinion of some YouTube influencer. If you really think your thing is any good then it doesn’t have to be protected and sheltered.

I have so many things to say but I think that’s plenty for you to stomach. I would rarely do this, but I was so shocked to see the spite that I had to write something. wishing you the best, truly. Please get some therapy.

If my message isn’t getting posted then you know there’s others that aren’t being posted. Curating your experience something something.

@elisaintime I dont want to even entertain replying to “the thread” but I want to let you know this was completely uncalled for by this person. I am so sorry that the fandom continues to thrive on made up stories and drama to somehow try to feel superior to others. We can all enjoy media in our own way. There are normal people here who genuinely watch your videos and appreciate what you’ve done within the vampire community to not interact with bullies and racists and bigots. I’ve seen you support black and brown influencers for years.

and for those of you who just don’t want the drama on your timeline I understand not wanting to reblog or like! Still respect you!

#Iwtv #interviewwiththevampire #Vampire chronicles #block and report #gotta love when they play dumb and act like they didn’t get the username when it’s soooo apparent they read my entire novel #the vampire chronicles

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echoedcrosshairs · 1 year

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Those Who Fight Together p. 16

Summary: Reapers back and everyone learns how much she means to the team, hints at the future

Warning: NSFW, Crude Language, PiV, creampies, emotional burst, implied breeding kink, momentarily soft Crosshair,

Word count: 8.2k

Part 15 Part 17

Masterlist

Crosshair squinted at him wondering if they were on the same page or not, Tech shrugged "Do you want me to remove Echo from the room for you?" Apparently we're not. Crosshair groaned. You looked towards both of them... Oh. You rolled your eyes attempting to leave them to figure it out when you felt Cross push you against the wall gently holding the back of your head and waist.

"Cross-" you started feeling him stop, "I didn't mean-" you felt his lips hovering maybe an inch away from yours, "so if you did..."

"I know," he whispered, "I didn't, Kair'ta. I... am sorry I made you feel like that," the apology stuck in his throat, "I am loyal to the Republic. It felt... wrong... I did like it..." he offered, "it wasn't pride... I couldn't risk having you choose Slick instead..."

Tech openly stared listening to every word and would have never guessed that Crosshair could verbally apologize let alone explain himself. She really has had an effect on all of us.

"Don't get me wrong I like being the one in charge but I will give you the reigns if you want them eventually, just not this time.. if you ever want too.... again with me," Tech jaw fell open at the vulnerability quickly backing out of the holding area.

"Crosshair..." you said putting your hands to his face feeling the cut of his nose down to the cut of his cheeks to his jaw, "It hurt a lot... but I do understand.. I just wanted to apologize for pulling your ear."

Crosshair let out a sharp cruel laugh, "We disobeyed your orders.. knowing it could conflict with what you needed to do and you wanted to apologize?" You never needed to apologize to me, "I love you."

"I love you too."

"But first-" he said letting his tongue move down your neck to his spot, kissing it for a few moments to give you time tell him stop before he continued. He took your skin gently his lips still waiting but it didn't come, he gently weaved his fingers through your hair tipping your head back gently so he could get a better angle to his teeth.

"Maybe you are getting soft on me scrawny?" You whispered playfully.

"I'm anything but soft," he smiled, "just let me take my time with you if you'll have me."

"You don't need-" to ask.

"Yes I do," You gave him a nod of understanding, "Move, Echo for me," he said into his com.

Tech peaked still seeing the uncomfortable tenderness of him, briskly walking passed them into the room moving a still extremely sloshed Echo to his bunk, "You're clear." He checked on Wrecker before returning to his research about effective relationship communication.

Crosshair gently recalled you from the wall tugging you room, "I do have one request" he asked listening you to make a little hmm sound, "Dance with me again," he saw the corner of your mouth twitch but your hands move out waiting.

"What's with you and dancing?" you questioned.

"I'm not much for words, dance is a silent way to communicate," he answered plainly, taking your hands pulling you to him, "I wish you could see this.." he whispered wrapping one hand towards him having your hand between your hearts touching his chest.

"I don't need my eyes to tell me how you feel," you said squeezing his hand, laughing when you noticing the outline of him become a little more clearer.

"What's funny?" He asked worried he was the joke.

"Vision got slightly better," you said laughing more looking at him.

"Your eyes must like me" Crosshair said cockily. He started swaying leaning his forehead down, "I haven't share my toothpicks with anyone... ever," he admitted the intimacy making his skin crawl. Crosshair had never been a touchy person even as a child preferring his privacy and personal space even as an adult after physical encounters he was accustomed to just being carnal and leaving not bothered with the intimacy so forcing himself to open felt like he was betraying every fiber of himself.

"Vulnerably is a new look for you," you said feeling the unease, "I don't think you need to worry, no one would believe me if I told them," you admitted, "I adore your effort," you said before colliding lips tugging on his gently. Listening to him slowly undo his armor setting in on the edge of the bed as to not break the kiss before he slowly worked on yours growling slightly as he had to pause to pull your shirt over your head. You let your fingers find the hem of his shirt tugging it up until he finally took it off. Your fingers mapped his slender body finding muscles, bones and aged scars.

He lowered you with his mouth as he carefully took of your pants supporting you with one arm and tugging them off the other refusing to take off his own. You tried to complain but he quickly silenced you, "Shh.. Kair'ta, you have to be patient." Crosshair delicately picked you up and moved you onto the bed using your tattoos as a guide for his fingers slowly trailing them up your body before quickly grabbing the restraints his hid next to his armor pulling your arms above your head attaching them to the discreet connector above your head, "Just incase," he smiled. He moved his lips down your throat gently nipping it with his teeth careful to not leave any other marks as he went.

"Crosshair..." you pulled against the restraints your body feeling the static with every touch sending a course of anticipation through you.

"Don't make me gag you," he purred moving further down, "Although you might beg me too." Your body writhed to his words for a moment, "So predictable," he mumbled. His mouth opened letting his tongue ran down your soaked folds applying delicate pressure to your clit, "I think I know what you need," he smiled. You felt the bed move, he lean up and put his face in-front of yours letting you watch the outline of tongue run around his mouth, "an audience," he whispered smirking. He left the room leaving the door open as you looked to see if anyone was awake besides Tech, he groaned noting all of them were still out. Great. He grabbed a tooth pick of the storage cabinet knowing this could easily into a debate before going over to Tech who sitting over a couple datapads looking at relationship advice, it took everything in him not to snort. Crosshair tapped Tech on the goggles pulling him out of his research, "Watch."

He watched Tech fiddle with his goggles before looking up at him, "I am not sure if that is wise, if the others-"

"Di'kut," Crosshair said walking back towards the room, "They can clean up after themselves," it took a moment before he heard him following after him. He smirked walking into the room combing his hair with his hands, "You're lucky the other's are asleep or everyone would be watching," he cooed putting himself back between your legs. Crosshair run his hands down your sides leaving his hands on your hips after giving a quiet snap at Tech and pointing on the spot next to you on the bed, "sit."

Your body felt like it was shaking on the inside, very nerve straining against the anticipation of his touches. He moved one hand to your thigh gently stroking up it working his thumb into the muscle in small circles seeing your inner thigh twitch. You felt his mouth move down your mound trailing it with kisses as until you felt his lips make contact with your waiting need giving it a small tug before circling his tongue around you. You felt his other hand slowly working his way down.

Tech watched in fascination at way Crosshair worked your body anticipating every reaction to his touch. He pulled on his personal datapad staring at the extremely heighten heart rate before putting it away. He looked back at you watching the way your lips parted as you started breathing more rapidly, watching you bite your lip and your back arch up. Tech peaked at what Crosshair was doing, two plunged inside and his mouth barely resting on you letting his tongue do the work. She look's so beautiful like this, ethereal even. He look up to find your arm's shaking, fingers curling and uncurling rapidly and your eyes falling closed. The amount of restraint to touch not her... After a couple moments he heard Crosshair's hand smack against the side your ass with a sharp pitched moan following.

"I know you can be louder then that," Crosshair growled letting teeth graze against you slowly inserting another finger while removing his mouth to look down at how covered his fingers were, "Maker, you are delicious," he said to himself feeling you clench harder around his fingers. He left his fingers inside one stroking the sweet spot and the other two pumping inside you making his mouth slowly work it's way up to your stomach purposely leaving a couple faint marks on it. He towered himself over your body, one hand supporting him and one still waiting to send you over the edge. He kissed your eyes before touching your forehead with his own. "I'm surprised I can be gentle," he whispered, "Think it's time to let you cum?" he asked, "or do I need to make sure you barely remember your name?" he purred.

"Crosshair," you begged, your head was light and your body was burning and the heat getting turned up with every touch.

His gripped tighten on your throat, "Careful, I can do this until everyone is sober," he murmured speeding up his fingers, "You know I can do this all day and night if you beg."

"Crosshair..." you begged again your breast starting to ache.

He saw the twist in your chest understanding what you needed, he traced his tongue all the way down latching onto your nipple with his teeth gently tugging it. They watched as you came undone, shaking and screaming before your eyes rolled back. Crosshair felt the flood wash across his wrist and around his fingers. Smiling he kissed your nipple and slowly removing both of his hands staring at the coating on fingers, he smirked seeing the barely conscious look on your face as he used the coating to write 'C' across your abdomen, "Such a beautiful canvas," he purred reaching for the towel and wiped the rest off his finger chuckling when he noticed the pruning, "It's going to take her a couple minutes," he said flicking his eyes to Tech before getting off the bed to crack his knuckles and stretch.

"She really enjoyed that," Tech whispered.

"I've had my fair share of practice," Crosshair grunted remembering what Tech said about having drunk enough for a life time, "but yes she did. Hopefully you learned something."

"Restraint," Tech offered.

"Funny."

Tech saw you lift your head then crash back down into the pillow, "How are you feeling?" He asked.

"Tender."

"Good because I've only just started," Crosshair smiled undoing the restraint from the bed watching your hands go straight to your boobs and squeeze, "I didn't say you could touch yourself."

"Crosshair" you complained.

"Someone needs to learn patience," he scolded flipping you over on your stomach pressing his hand between your shoulder blades shoving your chest further into the bed, the other hand coming hard down across your ass cheek leaving a tiny red mark before rubbing it gently with his hand. He motioned for Tech to move onto the pillow, blink he moved and Crosshair handed him the restraints, "Hold these."

Tech held on to them one handed, the other rubbing his thumb over the back of your hand, "I take it we'll be here for awhile?"

"Depends on how much she wants or can take," Crosshair said with a coy smile.

"I mean it has been a while," you offered.

"8 rotations to be exact, take these I will be back," Tech offered Crosshair the restraints back.

"Where are you going?" He said arching an eyebrow.

"I am going to grab myself a mild sedative and prepare one for Hunter if the filter isn't enough."

"No."

"Why not? Given the last time we had relations I was... well you are aware I didn't get to use my full time. Also if all three of us of are aroused the filter might not be able-."

"Drop it," Crosshair growled annoyed that he had a point.

"I don't think-," Tech started as you gently tugged the restraints, "Yes?" he asked.

"Trust, Crosshair," Tech fiddled with his goggles but compiled.

"Now we're going to have some fun," Crosshair purred, "if you're ready you're going keep his cock in that pretty little mouth to keep quiet," you could feel your heartbeat starting to pound in your lower half, "Such a good girl getting herself ready for me," Crosshair said looking at the wetness on your thighs. He pull his pants down and off, "Maybe if you behave, I'll actually cum in you," he taunted grabbing your ass and slamming his cock into you hearing a quiet moan escape you, "You can remind me that I have a filthy mouth later when yours isn't getting stuffed."

Tech could feel his eyes started go burn as he quickly started taking things off, "If you want too," he said taking the restraints off allowing you to freely touch him and take him out, "Of course I will not force-" his breathing hitch as you pulled down his blacks taking him into your mouth, "Osik.." he whispered as you pressed against him harder as your hands traced his abs. His hand went to your head as Crosshairs thrust got rougher forcing you to bob even harder on him in attempts to help steady you to prevent you from choking on him.

You felt Crosshair's finger tips press into you pulling you to him with every thrust having you take all of him. Tech was attempting to be gentle as he touched you, but you could feel the animal in him waking up. You spread your legs further for Crosshair which added just a little more tension, "Trying to kill me with how tight you are," he growled stopping mid thrust for a moment to keep himself from spilling due to how perfectly you were taking him.

You laughed around Tech and he bucked further into your throat a little more precum slipping out. You felt him start shaking as put your hand the base gently stroking him, "Reaper..." he panted his head burning with the need to finish. Tech slowly started to rut himself into your mouth trying to match the pace of which you were bobbing him down. No, control yourself. He stopped moving and removed your hand and brought his leg up purposely making himself uncomfortable but also giving you a place to rest your face on. Tech leaned he head back looking down at you on him, "patience," he muttered to himself. Tech noticed the offer of your hand pointing at his face, "Not- yet," he strained out.

Crosshair growled annoyed at his restraint, scooting you back towards him forcibly taking Tech out of your mouth, "Pathetic," he said rolling you over. His fingers curled around your breast pulling it to him with every bounce. "Kair'ta-" he hunched over you as he continued pumped his seed into you watching the blissful expression on your face. He smirked pulling himself out watching how much came out with him, "I do know how to make a mess," he joked, his fingers moving to the puddle using it to sign his name across your hips under his previously 'C'.

"Did you just-" Tech said staring.

"Shut up," Crosshair breathed, you want to impregnate her and I want to claim her as mine in every way so no one else touches her, make her say only my name, make her smell like me, have her get wet for just me. We're not the same. "Do you mind?" he whispered in your ear laying next to you.

"No at all," you admitted, "You're very territorial."

"What's mine is mine," he agreed, "Why did you stop?" He said glaring up at Tech.

"I personally prefer to orgasm simultaneously when possible. Your thrust were to erratic to predict when she was going too so it presented a chance to test my self control."

"I'll clean her up," Crosshair scowled.

"Don't bother, I planned on pushing you out before she had time to soak," Tech quickly slide himself down taking his place between your legs, "You really liked that," he said examining how dilated your eyes were letting his fingers wrapping around your wrist checking your pulse manually. He pulled your arm to his mouth kissing up to where the implant was, "one day," he whispered kissing the area when he suddenly stared down it then you noting the mischievous grin on your face, "Cyar'ika," he groaned leaning down over you letting skin touch. He closed his eyes resting them his mind cascading with need, questions and heat. Unable to restrain the pain in his cock he plunged it in part of the tension melting, as predicted with a small liquidation sound more had dripped out. Tech smiled pushing himself all the way to top, his kiss tip kissing the top of you, "You're internal temperature is adequate," he said bringing your legs to shoulders, "however I think I need to remind you I'm the best specimen."

You gasped as he forcibly brought your knees to your shoulders the motion making a trail wetness go down your stomach, "Tech..." you let out when he brought your arm back to his mouth latching hard onto it with his teeth until you yelped. You giggled hearing Crosshair sit up smack the back of his head, "careful," then proceed lay back down weaving his fingers through your hand. Crosshair gently rubbed the back of your hand with his thumb. You could feel the annoyance towards his brother and the tenderness towards you he kept underneath

Tech glared at him before kissing around the visible teeth marks. You felt him start lightly thrusting the drag of your walls slowing him down, "so tight," he whispered moving his hand down from your face to your breast watching the micro expressions change, "and sensitive," he said arching an eyebrow, moving to fingers to the hardening area gently rubbing you between them. He felt you push against him trying to squish him out but he pushed harder into it. Tech repositioned his knees for a firmer stance, "I should done this when I saw how he looked at you..." he breathed, "and touched you," he added with a small growl.

"Are you still jealous?" you poked.

That clipped the last string of his self control. He pulled almost all of the way out of you before slamming in as hard he could, "Yes," he gridded out. He felt your hand on his face and he leaned into it, "I... despised seeing how close the two of you were," he said once the calmness graced him. He continued to his toughness watching the grip you had with the hand interlaced Crosshairs slowly tighten. "He treated you like a queen, worshipping you entirely. The realization of how we failed not just as a squad but as your partners, it was... devastating to say the least" Tech whispered leaning low forcing himself to slow down to controlled slow and long thrust.

"This is my temple," you reminded.

He gently pressed his mouth to the front of your throat as he continued to work you until his face found his favourite pillows keeping his face rested there. Tech enjoyed the intimacy so much even if it unnerved him, it was reassuring that hear your heartbeat. A tear tried to escape him feeling you under him alive, he wrapped his arms under your back holding you tightly.

You brought your fingers to the band of Tech's goggles pausing for a moment to see if he would stop you before you tugged them off, sighing at the relief of them no longer digging into you. It was peaceful, Tech holding onto you while thrusting slowly and even Crosshair had taken up nuzzling into your neck not that you would ever call it that to his face. Your hand combed through Tech's hair and your other hand tugged Crosshair's hand closer.

"Why didn't they tell us you were alive?" Crosshair whispered letting out a small groan knowing his mouth once again attempted to ruin the moment.

This time it was Tech turn to have his arm popped out hitting him in the back of the head before moving it back to the mid of your back, "I- don't know," Tech stopped at the comment to look at you in puzzlement, "Really?"

You took a deep breath, "They may have assumed Echo at least knew."

"Plausible, however they should have been more forthcoming with the crystals function."

"I concur," Crosshair said begrudgingly, "Now focus.... Should have just slapped a sobering patch on Echo," he mumbled to himself.

Tech scowled returned his gentle rutting, "Patience," he threw back at him before returning his face to your chest, pressing his lips into the soft skin wiggling it causing a fresh mark.

Your hand pressed into him feeling both the pleasure but tension starting, your fingers found his hips holding them for a second, "What is it, Tech?" He didn't answer but his thrust had slowed until came to a complete stop. Forcibly you lifted up his head when your chest started feeling wet seeing the red, "Tech?"

"Apologies, it seems my emotions are catching up to the moment. I need a brief intermission to collect myself," he said weakly pulling out lining your face with kisses before moving to the end of the bed just observing her breathing not even bother trying to hide the fact he was crying. It didn't matter where he hid on the ship you would know. Airing the pain of his jealousy made everything feel more raw and fresh. He saw something warm fall over Crosshair, the callous man curled up closer to you. No words were spoken but Tech respected Crosshair silence. A sad smile tinged at his lips, he raised his hand to his forehead as a physical reminder that he should be here in the present not in his mind.

Crosshairs breath was hot against your neck, it was comforting to have him close, "Why did you share today?" Tech's comment pulled both of them of their thoughts. Ire laced Crosshair's face as he flicked his eyes to him for a moment because it was obvious, "We're all hurting," was all he said letting the ire fade to mild irritation realizing it was an honest question and according to the rules no one was allowed to ask him to share on his days and he stated he more than likely would never ask.

You could barely see him but you let your fingers trace the tattoo around his eye before falling to the locket around your neck smiling, "I had to save them," you whispered noting the loners silence except for the tiny squeeze.

"Finish then leave," Crosshair growled before dropping your hand getting out of the bed just slipping into his shorts before heading over to the cockpit to wait.

Tech sighed wiping the drying stains off his face before returning himself between your legs letting his hand trial down your body kneading it as he went, "I assume there is a conversation that needs to be had, do you wish to resume or pick this up at a later date?" he asked cautiously.

"Crosshair said finish, I think he needs to figure out what to say."

"I will require some encouragement on the subject," he said flatly, his mind kept distracting him from your beautiful form in front of him.

You sat up grabbing the outline of the his hand pulling him back towards you, moving to put both your hands on the side of his face nuzzling him with your forehead before kissing him letting your lips slowly trail off to the side finding his throat. Returning the favor of claiming him as one hand went down to his growing cock gently stroking it, "I love how flustered you get," you whispered.

"I would not have considered myself sexually desirable prior to meeting you nor realized my.. proclivity. I still do not fathom your appeal of myself however I am grateful for it. I will always be flustered by your beauty in my presence especially knowing you crave me in the way I do you. I will never be able to thank Asclepios enough but I'd spend a life time trying."

"I rather you spend it accepting how I feel about you," nudging him towards your entrance, "Trust me, you'll know one day."

A puzzled looked flashed across his face at the two word reference, he looked down at your body studying every inch of it before bringing his eyes back into yours as he pushed himself into you, "I know," he whispered before crashing his hips into you hard enough to leave bruises with every stroke. Tech couldn't hear anything the buzzing into his head nor anything except the pleasure coursing through him ignoring the faint trickle from where your nails dug into the back his shoulders. "Cyar'ika," he moaned feeling the swift drop coming. He pressed his mouth into yours muffled your shared screams while his hands moving to your face holding it gazing at you until the tremors had stopped before letting go, "I'll tell Crosshair bring in the Bacta." Tech pulled himself out grabbing his goggles putting them on, "You look like a divine creature when I'm dripping out of you," at least I think I know.

"You're loud," Crosshair grumbled leaning against the wall as Tech walked out, "Go check on Hunter."

Crosshair took a depth breath still not prepared for this conversation but being the soldier he is he walked it sat between your legs wiping you up before coating you lightly with bacta. After he placed the towel under you, he watched you sit up and look at him. "I cried," the traitorous words escaped him before had time to wait to see if you were going to speak. Crosshair let the expression on his face turn to ice, "You are my home." Even if you didn't understand what he meant, it still gave him a shred of relief to get some of the weight off his chest, "When we fight, we fix it before the mission. Always." Because at any moment I could lose you or you. "I can proceed without you but only on those terms." Because I can't bare the burden of possibly being the reason twice.

You pulled him into you, "I accept those terms." You felt Crosshair become a loth cat, putting your head on his chest and his appendages caging you to him. He seemed to relax as his warmth pressed against yours, flesh to flesh.

Crosshair lapsed back into his stoic silence contemplating if there was anything further to say, "Crosshair?" he let out a little hmm at his name, "You were the first thought I had when she put me back together." Not Wolffe, not Hunter, Not Echo... Me. His hand gently stroked your head not knowing what else to say because thank you didn't seem appropriate enough. You were alive, that's all that mattered to him in the moment. He looked up finding a very sloshed Echo in the door way smiling, he growled but didn't tell him to leave. Crosshair almost felt guilty for telling Tech to leave. He knew all of them were hurting beyond what was excepted of them, a piece of them had died, the regs would have just moved on shoved the loss aside but for them it had festered under the surface with the silent question of was it their fault.

"Get Tech," Crosshair gridded out uncurling himself from around you moving back down to lay next to you. His hand moved to the locket again just holding it whether you continued to live or came to your end or they came to theirs you would at least have a piece of them with you for all of time. Tears prickled at his vision again, he dropped the locket burying his face in the crook of your neck not wanting them to notice.

"I didn't like sleeping alone," you whispered.

"You'll never sleep alone again, Riduur," Echo mumbled as Tech finished helping him back to the bed.

"I have a feeling I won't be left alone for a while."

"You assume correctly," Tech confirmed taking his favourite position laying on your chest as they took each of your sides, "Wrecker and Hunter should be awake momentarily depending on their patches."

"Riduur?" Echo mumbled.

"Yes?"

"I missed you..." you chuckled hearing him sleepily say before passing back out.

"It will only be a matter of time before Wolffe-" Crosshair elbowed Tech for bringing him up, "I was going to say we should lavish this time before it is interrupted," he heard Crosshair make a little hmph.

Hunter touched his neck feeling the patch and the immediate headache, how much did I drink? He looked over finding Wrecker face first on the floor with a patch but still asleep. At least there wasn't going to be a lingering hang over. Wobbly he got up hearing them in the bedroom. He crossed his arms smiling at the scene, they all looked so peaceful and it was a welcome changed from the week they had before chuckling at the fading arousal in the air. He could smell the slight change from the combination of fluids, glad Tech and Crosshair had relaxed. Hunter watched Tech carefully rolled over his back touching Crosshairs legs as he held on one of your legs and stomach offering Hunter your other legs to be close to you. Something new. Sluggishly Hunter stripped down to his black and crawled to the spot, getting a nose full of your scent. He sucked a small deep mark on your leg before letting his face rest on it.

"You good Hunter," Crosshair said slyly noticing the shift in his legs, taunting him just because he felt in the mood to depravely torture someone.

"Just fine," Hunter trained his eyes everywhere except where his body yearned to be knowing he was being baited.

Crosshair trialed his finger down your chest letting them graze your perky buds, smirking into your ear, "I could keep you to myself," he whispered knowing it was loud enough for Hunter to hear, "Or should I let him have a taste?" Crosshair let his teeth graze your ear hearing you let out a shaky breath.

"In a mood, An'edee?" you whispered bringing your hand to his finely pointy jaw letting your thumb trail along his bottom lip. You felt him taking your thumb into his mouth living up to an'edee biting your thumb, "You tell me," he leered, "I don't like sharing, I should at least get something out of it."

"A bigger ego?" Tech snarked, "I didn't think it inflate further."

"You're just mad my cock is bigger," Crosshair bantered back.

"Knock it off," Hunter growled.

"Hair in knots?" Crosshair chuckled, "One, Hunter."

Tech untangled himself from your leg temporarily stealing Wrecker's spot which jostled Echo enough to finally wake him. Echo gently brought is scoop to your face gently stroking your cheek. Crosshair grinned seeing the dilation in Hunter's eye before his eye twitched remembering what happened last time they were all aroused.

"There's a filter, Crosshair," Hunter growled seeing the contemplation on his face per usually he just squinted before returning his attention back to you taking a handful of your breast in his hand putting his face back in your neck. Hunter pulled himself up sniffing your hair, the perfect smell engulfing him.

"Enjoying sniffing me like a flower?" while having one hand still in Crosshairs the one you had free you brought it to Hunter's face hearing a faint groan as he rubbed his check into it, "We both know I'm not that fragile."

"We know, you managed take Wrecker," Crosshair snickered.

"Technically-"

"Shut up," Echo cut in.

Hunter hated having the audience, he attempted to drown them out by focusing his senses on you. The slight goosebumps as his hand moved down you, the soft tender skin of your lips against his and how your breathing changed as his thumb rubbed your hip bone. When you stopped to take a breath he moved his mouth to your ear, "Taking care of my men, General?" he leered hearing your heart rate pick up, "Are they taking care of you?" he whispered lower nipping at your ear, "Can I take care of myself with you," the words came out a growl at the smell of the arousal seeping out and how softly your breathing tried to contain itself excitement.

"Yes you may," you breathed after making him wait a few moments.

"So mean, Mesh'la," this time he made you wait by taking off his blacks, letting his hand trail your curves as he teased your entranced coating himself. The liquid warmth he swiped on his tip was enough to rattle his breath as he sunk himself in you, "Maybe should have let them go a couple more times," a quick breath escaped him with the grip you had him. He kissed down your jaw enjoying feeling you adjust to him, smirking as he pushed every button to get your body to relax for him. One arm holding him up and the other gently squeezing and releasing your breast, Hunter matched his pace of his strokes to the squeezes watching you squirm under him. He hated sharing but it came with its advantages, he took his hand off of you putting Echo's hand in his place bringing his hand down to your pulsing clit making slowly deliberate circles as he started picking up his pace.

"Be a good girl, make him cum," Crosshair whispered kissing your neck feeling the tiny shiver run through.

Hunter slowed for a second feeling you flutter around him, he moved his finger faster knowing the moment you came it would make him too with the stimulation already teetering to be to much. He closed your eyes listening to very moan and whimper using them as indicators on what he needed to speed up or slow down.

"Kriff," he muttered feeling you spasm hard on him, "So close," he whispered feeling your hand wrap around the back of his neck and bringing him back to your mouth. Hearing his name whispered in between interlocking lips cause him to fold first but didn't stop until you followed even when it made him feel over sensitive. He looked at your happy half lidded eyes at him hand tracing the tattoo on his face suddenly feeling better, it was an odd sensation and odder to see the tint appear on your hand, "Reaper.." he felt your hand cover his lip and brought him down to your chest.

"I'm okay, Hunter," you whispered feeling his anxiousness thumbing his tattooed cheek feeling him relax. You smiled feeling him soften inside as he kissed your collarbones pulling out.

Faintly you heard him sniffing you more, "You smell... different," he admitted, "barely."

"Is it bad?"

"No," he said kissing down your hip grabbing the towel Crosshair handed him setting it under you, "Wreckers awake." All of you heard his heavy footsteps approach.

"Guess that's what I get for drinking so much," Wrecker chucked, "Tech, gimme my spot ya twig, you can't be as comfy as a pillow as me."

"We've been taking turns," Crosshair grumbled, "one."

"Crosshair sharing? Did ya make a note of that?" He smiled shooing Hunter reluctantly from the spot.

"I will afterwards."

"Shut up," Crosshair growled, "Share with Echo, my ability to tolerant all of you is wearing thin," he said turning your face towards him kissing you nibbling on your lip, "I want you to myself for the rest of the evening," he whispered.

"It's your night, Cross."

"Her and Echo are hot together," Wrecker shrugged.

Echo's cheek flamed, "I know he's hot," he heard you chime in. Hunter helped you flip over letting Echo roll under you. "Hey, Riduur," he smiled his hand caressing the side of your face, "You're happy." It was an odd sensation, the intrinsic feeling wondering where his emotions ended and yours began.

"You have no idea," you purred, you brought one hand back covering the one Wrecker's had on your hip and the other stayed on Echo's relay, "I live for my squad and I will die for this squad," you said staring into his eyes, "Nothing less will take me from any of you."

Crosshair felt his stomach in his throat at the sentiment and truth because that is the only way any of them could move on afterwards. His head started hurting, he lean over and kissed the top of your head before leaving to go sit in the Cockpit in attempt to be alone annoyed when Hunter followed him, "Go away," he growled when Hunter sat across from him.

"She loves you, Crosshair," Hunter reminded.

"What does that have to do with anything?" he retorted sticking a tooth pick in his mouth.

"I think she rather you be in there then out here. You're not one for vulnerability but she needs us."

"She has us."

"Crosshair."

"Her comment, she knows how she dies. It's for us," he gnawed on the tooth pick a harder, "it's not hard to piece together, I don't want to ask."

Hunter considered Crosshairs words before standing up and putting a hand on his shoulder watching him squat at it, "She won't tell us anyway, let's go back. Wrecker's almost done."

"Hunter, what did you mean her smell is different?"

Wreckers fingers dug into your waist holding it still as his cock slide in and out of you, "Agh- you feel- so good." Wrecker stared down the jiggle of your ass as he slammed his pelvis against it, "built so kriffin good." He chuckled against the non sense words coming out of your mouth, "Good lil bunny," he worked himself faster into you feeling the bed shake faintly. Once he heard Echo tap out Wrecker let himself paint your ass with his white ropes. He pulled your knees down forcing you lay on Echo, "So beautiful," he smiled grabbing the half soaked towel wiping you off tossing it into the corner of the room scowling at Tech's scolding the lack of use of the tiny hamper on the other side of the bed. Wrecker laid down seeing your face looking at him with a dumbstruck smile, he slapped your ass watching you twitch on Echo, "Ha I could enjoy this."

"Wrecker, you did," Tech pointed you.

"I meant again later."

"Why didn't you just say it that way?"

You ignored both of them just enjoying the feeling of floating laying in Echo, feeling him weakly lace his fingers through yours. Even that sensation was enough to make you squirm again. Wrecker moved besides you giving your back a light massage with his finger tips enjoying you melt into liquid at the muscle tension leaving your body. You wiggled a little bit getting comfy when Wrecker picked you up placing you in his lap.

"Ha, Echo got to look at you. My turn," he said caressing your legs, "I think I'm the only one who believed you were fine."

"You were," Tech said bluntly, "Non the less it was a happy surprise."

"Do you remember it?" Crosshair said walking back in and sitting at the end of the bed.

Tech glared at him, "Really?" he grumbled.

"Falling endlessly then nothing before she woke me up. Why?"

"Nothing," he said staring into the wall as if it held all of the answers in the galaxy if he just stared hard enough.

Wrecker moved to caress your head also glaring at him, "Maybe it's a good thing you don't remember, it probably hurt."

Echo kissed up your leg, "Am I kicked out of the room for the night?" he asked.

Crosshair griped a noise, soon enough Hunter was going to hear his tender side anyway and poke at him for it so it wouldn't make a difference. He tried to open his mouth before he was cut off "I'll be in the bunk room, I think I can survive one more night," Crosshair blinked but saw the silent conversation being played out. You wanted to be alone with him, a smile tried to twitch his lips but he shoved it down, "Shower?"

Wrecker helped you up grudgingly gave you to Crosshair. He felt how sticky your skin was, "Think all of you should shower too."

"No kidding," Echo rolled his eyes.

Crosshair kept you tucked in his arm as he guided you to the refresher around various discarded armor parts, grumbled something about organization and cleanliness. He swatted your fingers as you tried to grab the scrub. Desolate fingers traced your skin reminding themselves of every inch they could reach as he rested his chin on your shoulder inhaling your smell. His noise wasn't as refined as Hunter's but he couldn't detect a change audibly making a hmm sound as he traced the helmets forever captured on your spine. Once he thought it was a horrible idea because they would long be gone before you. Letting his fingers trial the song forever etched making them apart of you, entwined forever even after death. Crosshair's eyes began to sting as they ached to release his cooped pain and relief. He pulled you to him, arms stretched around you tight enough to make him question if he was suffocating you. The embrace anchored him enough to hold it together, he finished scrubbing you grumbling about erasing his name. He thumbed your lip before kissing it as he turned off the shower. Leaving the bathroom the scattered armor was gone and their was fresh bedding along with the silk sheet he picked. He let out a quick breath as your hands touch his body in kind, trailing up his chest out to finger before working their way back to legs. It was intimate, there was no lust in the touches just relishing in the familiarity.

"I missed you An'edee," you breathed one arm around his waist and the other around his neck, "Why didn't say anything for so long?" you whispered.

"I didn't know if we were.." he trailed off, feeling you move his hand to your tattoo then to a section under your ribs, "Did you know Reef was going to have too?"

"I speculated. You're loyal Crosshair, to loyal for your own good and more then any of them will ever know."

The statement made Crosshair's brain swim, To loyal for my own good? More then they know? Before he had time to question it you had pulled his chest tight to you, "Was I really the first?" He felt you nodded into his chest, "What was the last...?"

"Wondering if you all could forgive me if I died saving the regs."

"Echo's a reg," he said quietly, "We were to busy blaming ourselves."

"What?" you asked pulling up and staring at him.

"If we weren't on the shuttle their might have been enough room."

"If I would have died, none of you should have blamed yourselves. You hear me Hunter, none of you absolutely farking none of you. You were all there for a reason, I don't know why but you were. Even if none of you were there wouldn't have been enough room and I still would have had to do it. Make sure they know that" you started crying pulling back into him, you knew Crosshair wasn't the most comforting person but he would just let you hold him and let it out.

Unbeknownst to him, he started rocking you as he stroked your back. He wrapped his leg around you pulling you against his form, "I missed you," he whispered pulling you tighter trying to hide the fact his own tears were started to drip.

Your fingers found the snipers silver hair, "Ni kar'tayli gar darasuum," you whispered. You didn't need him to say it back but you also didn't know how to comfort him. Fighting against his grip you moved up until you were eye level with him, he turned his face with the pillow but your hand grabbed his chin and made him look at you. You pressed a small quick kiss to his lips, shockingly he kissed back deepening moving himself over you gracefully one hand moving between your head and the pillow caressing you while the other pulled your hand to his chest.

"We lose you, there's nothing we can do about it," he confessed.

Your hand faltered, "Great hope can come from small sacrifices," there was so much more you wanted to say, the tip of your tongue was threatening to split, "Crosshair, I am going to tell you one thing and you have to promise to never repeat it." He blinked staring down at you confused but moved his ear to your lips, "Only when you forget me will I see you again, try not to be to mad at me." Once again your vision started clearing, "Trust me." Blinking like wiping morning sleep from your eye you could finally see him, the confused broken expression across his face, "I can't tell you more than that," you whispered joyfully tracing his tattoo down his jaw to his perfectly chiseled torso bringing your other hand to cheek

"Ominous" He stated.

You sighed forcibly flipping both of you over where you were straddling him. Playfully you tugged on his lip before letting your tongue trace down his jaw to his throat intensely speckling it with marks, "So handsome," you purred holding his hands down as your teeth found his chest claiming it. Your tongue ran across ever defined muscle.

"Visions back?" he asked even though it came out more as a statement watching your precision with the foggy look absent.

"Yeah," you whispered looking at him. Looking up you expected to see his usual ravenous hunger but you were only met with adoration. You let him break out of your grasp pulling your face into of his letting him stare into you. It caused goosebumps to cascade down your body. You had almost forgotten how dark his eyes were compared to his brothers, "A week is to long," you whispered.

"Any life spent without you is to long," he replied pulling you down to his chest caging you to him.

"How is Crosshair" Tech asked cleaning his firearms.

"Fine," Hunter said trying to give them their privacy, "Her vision restored."

Tech stopped to fiddle with his goggles before discreetly finding Echo's neutral expression, "It would go reason to speculate that whatever may have changed originally, the course of events could be correcting themselves or it could have been an emotional wound displaying itself as a physical symptom. That is not as uncommon as it sounds. I for one am just glad that it is restored."

"And he expects us to wait until tomorrow?" Wrecker complained.

"Indeed, however with the rules are the rules and I poorly set an example of what happens when they are bent. We just have to endure," Tech looked over at the chrono on the wall, "eight and a half hours," it came out bitterly.

"Cards?" Echo asked trying to change the conversation, looking to Hunter hoping he understood. He breath in relief when he say the understanding expression.

"Sure, I don't think of any us are going to sleep anyway."

Crosshair continue to sink his cock into you and slowly pulled it out keeping the same slow rhythm as his fingers traced your tattoos, curves and appendages. He wasn't one for what his brother's called love making, he preferred devotion. "Kair'ta," he said commanding your own attention, "Ni kar'tayli gar darasuum," he finally said back. He may have not understood old Mando'a but he could identify his name anywhere, his index finger traced over it. Gently pried himself up scooting both of you up as he propped himself against the wall. He pulled your chest to his continuing his slow thrust, the intimacy making his skin crawl but he wanted you as close to him as possible not caring if his only exploitable weakness was on display. "You look so happy on my cock," he leered, his fingers moving to trace your spine

"I'm always happy when you're in me" You teased thrust against his motion.

"Or on you," he smirked.

"I want you," Crosshair froze not understanding what you meant, "Harder," you added.

"You just have to ask," he smiled leaning in kissing you grabbing your ass pulling you both back down flipping himself back on top, "You're currently all mine kair'ta." Crosshair gave you a predatory smile and you knew you were in for a long fun night, "Now make sure they all know who's cock you love."

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{First year days} Yaga dragged Gojo by the sleeve of his uniform, "What is wrong with the youth these days?" Yaga said shaking his head. "I didn't say anything to her," Gojo rolled his eyes as he let himself be dragged. "You both are in your first year here, I don't need you two hating each other already," Yaga let out. They finally made it to the classroom where Shoko was seated. She pretended to not notice that they both entered the room and kept examining her nails. "Now apologize," Yaga demanded as he left go of Gojo's sleeve. Gojo readjusted his uniform.

"Well I can't do that if she's not looking at me!" He threw out his hands motioning to Shoko. "Shoko, don't make this more difficult," Yaga said exasperated. "Fine," she said and looked up at Gojo who was standing on the opposite side of her desk. She leaned back in her chair and crossed her arms. "Shoko...I am sorry," Gojo let out somewhat strained and not looking at Shoko. Yaga cleared his throat as Gojo looked over to him and sighed. "I am really sorry," he let out more genuinely. "And," Shoko motioned with her hand. "And..." Gojo thought for a second, "Despite what people tell you-- you're as good as any male sorcerer..." Shoko's eyes widened in ager, "That's it!" Shoko lunged from her seat and grabbed Gojo by the collar of his uniform, pulling him closer to her face. "You arrogant, chauvinistic asshole!" Gojo flashed a grin before showing a mocking pout, "What I do this time?" Yaga watched the exchange with a bemused expression, unable to hide a small smile. He knew that these two talented young sorcerers had the potential to become great assets to the school, but their personalities clashed like oil and water. "I'm going to fucking kill you one day," She threatened as she looked him in the eyes, fully intent with her words. Gojo tilted his head slightly back and made eye contact with Yaga, "You're not gonna say anything?" He said plainly and motioned his head to Shoko.

"As long as she doesn't actually do it, fine by me," Yaga believes that the famous Gojo Satoru needs to be humbled. And maybe having Shoko on his team will do just the trick. "I'm gonna step outside and let you two handle this," Yaga began to walk outside the classroom despite Gojo's protests. "What the hell," Gojo's mouth was left wide open, "Some teacher you are..." As he turned his back from watching the door close to Shoko, Gojo leaned in slightly closer to her and flashed a charming smile. "You know, Shoko, I have to admit, you're even more impressive up close."

Shoko's cheeks flushed a light shade of pink, let go of his collar and slightly pushed him back, "Is that your way of saying sorry, Gojo? Flattery won't get you off the hook that easily."

Gojo chuckled, his gaze locked onto hers. "Oh, come on, Shoko, you can't blame a guy for trying, can you?" She raised her fists to make her statement and feelings more clear to him, "You are insufferable," "Insufferable, huh? Some might say it adds to my charm." He smiled smugly. "Charm, arrogance, and a dash of recklessness, huh? Oh lucky me having the wondrous joy of dealing with you," she rolled her eyes. Yaga couldn't help but overhear their banter from outside the classroom and shook his head with a chuckle. "Those two are going to be the death of me," he muttered to himself, contemplating how he had gotten himself into the role of their mediator.

#sentimental idiot25 #satoshoko #shoko x gojo #jjk #shoko #gojo #first year antics

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streaminn · 1 year

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Okie, so I was in bed, totally about to turn off my phone in a few minutes and get them eepies, but then I made the mistake of opening up your Ortegaverse tag and doom-scrolled... oopsies

Anyway, while scrolling, I came across an old comment from our good friend @theogm-art from a few days ago. Unfortunately, I don't have a screenshot but basically, it was about Wednesday finding Enid with May and taking them back to the Addams Mansion. And of course, my brain took it as a challenge lol.

And so, blah blah my interpretation blah blah blah (forgive me, I'm tired lol)

"You live here?" Wednesday asked, trying not to sound disgusted. The apartment that Enid took the trio to wasn't too awful, but it certainly wasn't going in any magazines. The whole place was small and as far as Wednesday could tell, the was only one bedroom, definitely far too small for an entire family to live in.

"Yeah, it isn't a mansion but... it's home," Enid sighed before turning to her daughter, "Hey pup! Whataya want for lunch?"

"PB&J PWEASE! And in twiangles!" May shouted, making Enid chuckle fondly. Her daughter, just like Enid at seven, is still unable to pronounce her L's and R's. "Alright, pup! One PB&J in triangles, coming up!" Enid turned back to the raven standing dumbfounded by the front door, "You want anything, Wends? I don't have much, but I'm told I make a mean PB&J?"

Wednesday finds herself about to make some remark about the gluttonous nature of the sandwich, but quickly bites her tongue, "I suppose I stomach a single sandwich."

(idk, time skip 30 mins)

"Enid."

"Yeah? What's up Wends?"

"I couldn't help but notice, this apartment is incredibly small. I assume you aren't doing well financially?"

Enid sighs in response and instead looks to May, "Hey pup? Mama needs to talk with her friend, can you go play in our room?" May nods happily and runs off to their bedroom, leaving the adults alone. "No, I'm honestly just barely keeping up with the bills. It's surprisingly hard raising a seven-year-old all on your own," the wolf jokes, but receives no sign of humor from the other woman.

Instead, Wednesday's eyes widen in shock, "On your own?" The dark-haired woman stares in disbelief for another moment before finding her voice again, though lightly laced with anger, "Where is her other mother? Is she absentee?"

Enid laughs flatly, but her face quickly turns dark as the trauma from seven years ago returns with a vengeance, "No, she um... She's not with us anymore. She was a normie and... well," Enid doesn't finish her sentence but she doesn't need to, Wednesday quickly connects the dots.

"Oh, I am sorry for your loss..." Wednesday pauses before adding, "And I apologize for jumping to conclusions. I'm left to assume she was quite the attentive partner, seeing as she bore your child."

Enid snorted out a laugh, "Yeah... yeah, she was amazing." Enid fidgets helplessly with the ring adorning her left-hand finger. A silence settles over the room for a while. It's not tense, but it's not exactly comfortable either. Wednesday's mind churns through all the new information she's been given over the last hour.

Eventually, Wednesday breaks the silence, "Come back with me to the mansion."

"Wh- what? Why?"

"Your daughter deserves a safe and loving environment to grow up. And you too deserve the same, Enid. I must admit, I do not know much about taking care of a child, but I'm sure my parents would be honored to help you," Wednesday speaks plainly as if she isn't offering everything, "You'd be given a well-deserved break."

Enid, for her part, is left shocked. Finally, she picks her jaw back up from the floor to speak. "Wednesday," the wolf whispers in awe, "You'd really take me back there? After what I did?"

"Of course, Enid. As I said, I have already forgiven you. I..." An uneasiness overwhelms the raven as the need to offer vulnerability to Enid crashes over her, but she quickly powers through, "I searched for you everywhere. I never once stopped looking. I- I couldn't bear being so far away for so long, Enid."

Enid is once again taken aback. For so long, Enid thought herself to be unforgivable as the endless traumas and heartbreak throughout the last two decades tore her soul apart, time and again until all she was left with was broken memories and a little girl who relied on her for everything. But now, she's not only been so easily forgiven by one of the only people she's ever sought it from but she's also being given a second chance at life. It feels like another ploy by the universe. Surely, this is just another in a long line of tricks to lead her into that dreaded false sense of security.

But no. As Enid stares into those dark eyes, she sees nothing but truth. It's a breath of fresh air and Enid takes it in greedily. "Okay, I'll go with you. Thank you, Wends," Enid accepts, then speaks softly, "We really do work, don't we?"

And for the first time Enid's ever seen it, Wednesday smiles. Just barely, but it's there. "We shouldn't," the brunette replies, "But we do."

Okie, time to pass out lol

However Enid's face turns cold, a steel of ice in those blue eyes as her smile falls.

"but I won't accept charity."

Wednesday stares. "this isn't charity-"

Enid waves her hand in a no no gesture as she sighs. It's then that Wednesday begins to be too aware of the lines of stress that lines her past roommates face. There's eyebags lying under her eyes, not so noticeable when she's smiling but all too seen when not.

"it is to me," Enid says before she gives a smile, shaky and not as true. It looks like a compromise. "so please let me help out around the house."

Wednesday swallow the No that was so ready to spill from her lips. She grits back the words of you deserve so much more, deserve to be pampered and cared for.

Wednesday nods and she stares at the way Enid smiles, her finger playing with the ring on her hand.

#Writing #Rachelsfavqueer #Enid x Wednesday #Ortegaverse #AAAAAA WE GOT SO MUCH TALENTED AND SKILLED PEOPLE HOLY SHIT #THANKS RACHEL!!!!

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All is bliss

Chapter 15

Cw:blood, death the usual

Gif by @cristophernolan

Taglist: @mercedesdecorazon @aemondx @darylandbethfanforever9 @sweethoneyblossom1

The morning of the petition finds her at grandfather’s door.

Well that is a lie, this morning found her in Aemond’s bed and Ser Criston apologizing for catching them doing the beast with two backs.

“I ask that you spare him only because he is the grandfather of your granddaughter, and he is my blood.” Aemma had said when she asked him to spare Vaemond’s life. “Give him whatever punishment you believe is just, but I only ask that you do not make a martyr for the Greens to uphold the moment you die.”

She does not like lying, she likes to speak plainly and without falsity and this is one of these moments when she is glad that one does not lie to the king.

Everything here is about lies and how pretty and sweet they sound.

Aemma likes the truth no matter how ugly it is.

“You will be a good queen, I knew it the moment I held you and the dragons roared as one.” He pats her head as if she were still the ten year old girl who asked him questions and he deigned to answer as best as he could.

Aemma stands at the left of the Throne, away from her goodfamily and facing hers.

A small but public show of defiance towards the Greens.

She may be Aegon’s wife, but they do not have her loyalty.

They will never have her loyalty.

Even if they crown her and claim her bastards as trueborn, they will never make her one of them.

Vaemond glares at her knowing he’s lost.

Had the king not come, he would leave here alive.

If he is here, then he leaves without his tongue.

“I must admit my confusion. I do not understand why petitions are being heard over a settled succession.” He begins slowly, catching his breath. “The only one present… who might offer keener insight into Lord Corlys’s wishes is the Princess Rhaenys.”

Grandmother would not risk the deaths of her brothers even if they do not have her blood.

It was simply not in her to condemn innocents for something they never asked for.

“Indeed, Your Grace.” And yet the Red Queen’s answer shocks them all. Some with relief other with horror.

“It was ever my husband’s will that Driftmark pass through Ser Laenor to his true born son, Jacaerys Velaryon.

His mind never changed.

Nor did my support of him.

As a matter of fact, the Princess Rhaenyra has just informed me of her desire to marry her sons Jace and Luke to Lord Corlys’s granddaughters, Baela and Rhaena.

A proposal to which I heartily agree.”

Sometimes, what is right is not what is good.

That had been a lesson she learned from her.

What is right is to condemn mother and her brothers to die. What is good is to continue turning a blind eye because that keeps them alive.

“Well… the matter is settled. Again.” The king dismissed the petition with a wave of his hand to Vaemond’s displeasure. “I hereby reaffirm Prince Jacaerys of House Velaryon as heir to Driftmark, the Driftwood Throne, and the next Lord of the Tides.”

Aemma stops holding her breath as this case goes on without bloodshed.

“I will not allow it!”

She spoke too soon.

“Do not forget yourself, my lord.” Aemma warns, hoping her being the one to pull rank on him will offend him into leaving. “We may be kin, but even my lady mother would not dare defy the king as you do now.

Leave before you exhaust the king’s mercy, dear uncle.”

There is some uneasy chatter, especially when Vaemond and his supporters grow infuriated by someone they consider as their lesser for being a woman.

In the social hierarchy, Aemma is the fifth ---fourth is you remove Daemon as mother’s consort--- highest ranking member of the court.

Aemma curtseys to only four people: the king, the queen, her mother and Daemon ---as long as he is married to mother.

Everyone else, including her husband and the Lord Hand, must bow or curtsey to her whenever they are in public.

Aemma is not fond of pulling rank ---feels too much like a bitch even when protocol demands it after--- but to stop anyone from dying, she is willing to do it.

It does not work.

“Be grateful, my grandchild has interceded on your behalf, Lord Vaemond. Had she not asked for mercy on account of being your blood, I would have had your tongue for this.” The king dismissed him and bade the Kingsguard to take him by force if need be.

“My house survived the Doom and a thousand tribulations besides. And gods be damned, I will not see it ended on the account of this…”

Vaemond never finished his tirade.

The word whore is not shouted, but it is heard even as the steel of Dark Sister slices through Vaemond’s neck.

Even at a distance, Aemma is stained by a streak of her great-uncle’s blood.

To continue the farce of burying the hatchet, they must dress in opposite colors for dinner.

Aemond owns one pair of black clothes worthy of court.

Black leather more suited for riding and training.

Almost everything he wears is dark green.

In solidarity with his mother and their cause.

Helaena wears blue now to show she is against their mother's and grandfather’s schemes.

“I already ordered the royal tailor to make a new wardrobe, do not dare tease me so.” He tells Aemma who is still a bit shaken from this morning.

The blood of her great-uncle had ruined her dress, a soft blue that reminded him of her eyes with delicate gold leaves at the ends, and yet his immediate thought was blood red suits her.

“You only wear buttons when you are cross with me.” He points out running a finger down the long row of satin covered buttons on the back.

Infernal invention that was ---unfortunately--- catching on like the plague.

“Not cross, just ran out of green dresses. Gods I cannot wait for this to be over.” She said forgetting she is to leave.

Aemond knows tomorrow’s verdict will crush her and will relapse in her melancholia, but really, Gerardys and Orwyle could have suggested the hunting lodge or a nearby manse in the city.

There was no need for her to go to Dragonstone.

He could not leave with her ---as it was not proper for someone who is not her husband--- nor could he even visit without a good enough reason.

“I have something for you.” He whispers in the shell of her ear and keeping her with his back to him.

They stand in front of her dressing mirror, both looking at the other through the reflection as she stands still for him.

He takes the velvet pouch in his pocket and carefully takes out the thin gold chain on which a sapphire as large as the one in his eye hangs.

“Something to remember me by, when you are away.” He says as if he doesn’t hate the idea of her being gone.

Her hand gingerly touches the stone and holds his gaze through the looking glass and says it, “I love you. Whatever happens tomorrow won’t change that.”

“I know.”

#aemma velaryon #aemond targaryen x velaryon!oc #all is bliss fic #aemond x rhaenyra and laenor's! daughter #aemond x ofc #ewan mitchell

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Pairing: Steve Harrington/ Eddie Munson (kinda?)

Requested By: NA

Word Count: 2,324

Summary: Steve gets just a bit defensive when the people around him continue to insist that he's got feelings for Eddie.

Based on the song I Won't Say I'm In Love from Disney's Hercules.

Stranger Things Masterlist

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Steve was cautious with his heart. Guarded it behind a brick wall ten feet tall, barbed wire around the top, and a moat full of alligators. Ever since high school anyone dumb enough to get close would get close enough to see all of his warding and immediately turn tail and run. Which was good. Great, even. That's how he liked it. That's how it had to be.

He'd learned young that the honeymoon phase was not worth the pain that came once it all came crashing down. The aggravation, the hurt, the heartache. There was nobody that Steve would willingly ever put himself through that for. Not again. He'd done it once, and that was enough. Ancient history. Been there, done that.

"You know, you're not as hard to read as you think you are."

Robin's announcement from the passenger seat of his beemer caught him off guard. He glanced over to her for a moment, the lines on his forehead deepening with confusion.

"What are you talking about?"

"Eddie," she answered plainly as she pulled the visor down to check her mascara.

Steve nearly drove off the road. Nobody had been talking about Eddie. He hadn't come up in conversation one time all day, yet here she is acting like she knows something because she name dropped him out of nowhere.

"You're cracked," he sighed as he signaled a turn out of town.

"Am I?" She asked as she slammed the visor back up. "You're like, in love with the guy and you won't even admit it."

Steve gawked. His jaw slacked as he stared blindly at the road. He wasn't in love with Eddie. He hadn't been in love with anyone for a long time. That wall was solid.

"You really think I don't know you well enough to know? I'll admit, it took me a while to figure it out but once I had all the pieces, it was easy enough to see."

"Oh," Steve scoffed. "I can't wait to hear what pieces you think you have."

"You're joking, right?" He simply shrugged, eyebrows raised as he silently urged her to continue. She rolled her eyes and shifted in her seat. "You talk about him like he's some… some fantasy super hero or something. Like he's your whole world. Which, honestly, kinda rude when you consider that I'm like, right here."

Steve rolled his eyes dramatically. He rolled down his window just enough to let a bit of fresh air into the suddenly too warm car. He didn't do that. He didn't look at Eddie any type of way, and certainly no differently than he looked at everyone else. Okay, so maybe he was kinda cute. If you were into guys with frizzy hair and dimples. Which Steve very much is not.

"All I'm saying is that I can tell, and I guess I get it. You're not as good at hiding it as you seem to think you are. Just say that you're in love with him and I'll stop."

"I won't say it because it's not true."

It was the most ridiculous accusation Steve had ever heard. In love with Eddie Munson. One of the more unfounded theories Robin had come up with since they met. Right up there with thinking the underpaid teenagers at Burger King were putting mind control substances in the burgers to make you buy more fast food. Absolutely incredible. In love with Eddie Munson. No. Absolutely not.

Steve's heart had learned its lesson. I would feel good at first. He'd spend a few months on cloud nine, floating blissfully through life. But for what? To end up losing a battle with himself and crying his heart out on the drive home? No. Not again. It had been drilled into his head quickly and painfully and mercilessly. Nancy would apologize, eventually. A few years later when they were on friendlier terms again. But it didn't make the initial sting any less harsh.

The very next morning Dustin gave him a very similar, but much more harsh talking to. He had "missed" the bus and called Steve for a ride. It happened once a week at least, and conveniently only on days that Steve didn't have to work in the morning. Funny how that always seemed to work out. They had just pulled away from the Henderson home when Dustin decided it was his turn to make his case to Steve.

"So you're still acting like you're not crushing on Eddie?" Steve nearly turned the car into the ditch from the shock of it.

"Not you, too," he groaned as he righted the car.

"Oh, so you know that everyone knows?"

"There's nothing to know. I don't like Eddie, or whatever it is you all think."

"You've been past like for months, Steve. You're full on in love with him at this point."

"No, I'm not."

Dustin looked at him from the passenger seat. Steve could see him looking pensive in his peripherals, but he refused to look at him. First Robin and now Dustin? There has got to be something in the water lately that's making all of his friends lose their minds at the same time.

"I'm not buying it," Dustin announced. "I saw you last weekend at my place when he showed up. Practically hit the ceiling, followed him around like a puppy with that stupid little smile."

It took everything in Steve not to pull off the road and make Dustin walk the rest of the way. But he knew it would be pointless. He knew Dustin would refuse to get out and he'd end up driving him the rest of the way anyway. So he tightened his grip on the steering wheel and focused on the road. Just a few more miles to the school.

"If it helps, we're all pretty sure Eddie feels the same."

Steve groaned again, even louder this time. He turned to face Dustin. "He doesn't feel the same. There is no same to feel." He all but yelled. Dustin didn't even flinch, used to Steve's mini outbursts by now. "Look, we've all been through some shit, right? So we're all like, weirdly bonded or whatever. But that's it. I don't feel any different about him than I do about you or Jonathan or Max, got it?"

"You're being kinda childish," Dustin said pointedly. "Just face it. Be a grown up for five seconds and own up to the fact that you got it baaad for Eddie so that we can all move on."

Steve was quiet. He was annoyed, but he was quiet. He knew that there was no point in arguing. For as long as he's known Dustin Henderson, the boy had never backed down from anything. And he certainly never even entertained the idea that he might be wrong about something. So the car stayed silent for the rest of the drive. Dustin sat there with an unearned sense of accomplishment. Steve drove with his jaw clenched and his hand too tight around the wheel.

A few days later the person who had given him the lesson in heartbreak was the one to shock him, first into speechlessness and then into anger. They found themselves alone together in the pharmacy on a sunny Thursday afternoon. The weather was just starting to change, shifting from winter to Spring. The sun was bright and warm, a cool April breeze keeping it from being downright hot. Steve had rolled all his windows down and turned his music up loud on his drive to the pharmacy after work. It had been a perfect day. Had been, until Nancy Wheeler appeared at the opposite end of the first aid aisle and decided to speak her truth.

"Ya know, the kids all have a bet going about you," she told him, blue eyes scanning the back of the Tylenol bottle in her hand. He gave her a quizzical look. "To see how long it'll take you to make a move."

"A move on what?"

She took a breath, finally looking at him. "A move on Eddie."

He rolled his eyes, not really trusting himself to speak. Rich of her to think she gets to have an opinion on his love life when she was the one who had broken him almost beyond repair. He crossed his arms over his chest and took a step back from her.

"I'm just saying, we can all tell you've got a thing for him. You were all giggly last month at Will's birthday, and you kept doing that little sigh of yours. You know the one."

It was all very cliche. They see him laugh at one joke and all of the sudden everyone is convinced that it means he's in love. Eddie's just a funny guy. Well, that's not exactly true. But he tries to be funny, and Steve finds it endearing. It doesn't mean anything.

"I know your tells, Steve," she told him, trying to connect. "I know what your 'I love you' smile looks like. And you've been giving it to Eddie for months."

"You are so far off base, Nance," he sighed. He could feel himself beginning to edge towards anger. And it wasn't her fault, really. Or maybe it was. He couldn't tell anymore. All he knew was that Nancy was standing in front of him, pushing him towards something she thought he wanted.

"Listen, I don't know if this is a pride thing or-"

"A pride thing?" He repeated, shocking her as he cut her off. He felt his skin get hot beneath his clothes, despite the cold inside the pharmacy. A whirlwind of things ran through his mind as he looked down at her. He cleaned his jaw, eventually deciding that it wasn't worth it to start in on her. Not today. "Just… get off my case. Okay?"

And with that he placed the bottles he was holding back onto the shelf in front of him and turned towards the door.

He spent the drive home white knuckling the steering wheel. He was so mad. How dare Nancy Wheeler of all people think that she knows anything about him? Sure, they'd dated. They'd dated for a while, actually. And he'd loved her more than she loved him. And it had hurt like a bitch when she ran off with Jonathan and left him to pick up the pieces of his broken heart alone. She might have known him then. But that doesn't mean she knows him now.

As he got closer to the apartment he shared with Robin he decided that he wasn't ready to see her. He wasn't ready to tell her that his sour mood was the result of Nancy cornering him with the same accusation she had leveled against him a few days before. So he didn't go home. He turned left, then two rights until he was out of city limits. Nothing but miles and miles of empty two lane road ahead of him. He just needed to calm down.

So he drove. He fished around in the glovebox for some music. He blindly pulled a cassette from the glovebox and shoved it into the tape deck just a little too hard. He turned the volume knob just enough to hear the chorus of Panic by Anthrax. It was loud and fast and it should have annoyed him. But it didn't. He couldn't be annoyed by it, knowing that this was the last song Eddie had listened to in his car. It was only two days ago when Steve had dropped him off at home after a get together with The Party. Eddie had one beer and decided he simply couldn't drive home. It was a flimsy excuse to use Steve's radio to listen to his angry metal music without having to worry about silly little things like stop signs or pedestrians.

As the song continued, he thought back to two nights ago. Eddie was in his now empty passenger seat. He pulled the cassette from his vest pocket like he was surprised to find it there. Steve simply rolled his eyes and allowed him to replace Bruce Springsteen with Anthrax. Eddie cranked the volume and alternated between air guitar and air drums through the first three songs. But Panic, he had announced, was his favorite. He sat back, almost still, as he listened. The only movement was his fingertips drumming against his thigh as they pulled into the trailer park Eddie called home.

As soon as the car was parked Steve stopped the tape. He'd moan and groan about having a headache. He'd lie through his perfect teeth about Eddie's music being too loud, too annoying. But he knew that he wanted to be able to go back and listen to Eddie's favorite song again. He wanted to learn the words and the melodies. He wanted to be the one to drum the tune against Eddie's thigh.

Steve took his foot off the gas pedal and allowed himself to idle to a stop. He put the car in park right there on the side of county road 14. There was nothing around for miles. Just Steve and the growing corn around him. He was in love with Eddie Munson.

He wanted to tap out melodies on his lap. He wanted to know what his hair smelled like. He wanted to spend every night learning new things about him. He wanted to pull him in by that stupid denim vest and kiss him until his lungs ran out of air.

He was in love with Eddie Munson.

But he wasn't going to say it. He'd never say it. He'd never put himself back in that position. The one where a single person has the power to break you.

He was in love with Eddie Munson. But he wasn't going to say it. At least, out loud he wasn't going to say it.

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I feel soooooo much better about this fic than I did about Snowed In. Anyway, hope you all enjoy!! I literally wrote this over like maybe three days so it was wicked fast but ugh I loved it. Feedback is always appreciated!! 🥰🥰🥰

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