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trancylovecraft · 4 months

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(AOEX) YANDERE PLATONIC SHIRO FUJIMOTO x READER, RIN & YUKIO

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SEQUEL (Yanplatonic Demon! Arthur A. Angel x Okumura! Reader + Exwires)

• Ooh. Not good for all three of you.

• I headcannon Shiro as insanely protective, Possessive and Manipulative in general so this really isn’t gonna be a fun time.

• You are Rin and Yukio’s sister, The youngest triplet of the children born from the union of Satan and Yuri. You, Just like Rin, Have inherited the blue flames unlike Yukio. Your heart being sealed within the hilts of twin daggers.

• Shiro’s tendencies started on The Blue Night. When he had held You, Rin and Yukio in his arms for the first time he had grown a fondness for the three of you.

• Not like he’d ever admit it though, Shiro didn’t want to take care of a bunch of demon’s brats. Especially Satan’s, He had plans to get out of here and you three weren’t going to convince him otherwise.

• It’s only when Mephisto catches him in his bet, The one where he couldn’t back down from any demon (Including Nephilim) That he’s now forced to take care of them.

• He’s pissed, Furious beyond words. Mephisto had fooled him, His plan had worked and now he was forced to take care of Satan’s spawn as apart of his bet.

• Though something unexpected happens. He grows fond of you all, Becoming the primary caretaker amongst the monks at the convent. And sure enough, He grows attached

• You are the princess of the family, Both because you’re the youngest and because.. You remind him of Yuri both personality-wise and the way your smile just causes flashes back to her.

• Due to this, You’re spoiled to high hell. Plushes, Toys, Pillows and food. Everything you could ever want would be handed to you, Thankfully being able to be paid by his wage as a paladin.

• You get away with lots too, Often being the one to take the blame for your brothers when they screw up because.. Shiro just cannot stay mad at you when you smile at him like that.

• You also get a room to yourself unlike your brothers who had to share.

• Though this comes with drawbacks such as his protective aspect going CRAZY. Like Shiro will not let you outside of the convent without him, Not even trusting Rin or Yukio.

• Shiro might even go as far as to convince you that you have an illness. That's why you cant leave, Why you’re so spoiled! Shiro may even put a few of his familiars up to “convince” you, Kin of Astaroth you cant see due to not having a temptaint.

• Rin, Is the second most spoiled though its like comparing an anthill to a mountain when next to you.

• Rin gets more spoiled in privileges such as freedom to go wherever he wants (as long as he keeps Shiro updated via text every half hour) As well as actually being able to go to a normal school unlike you being home-schooled and Yukio doing his exorcist stuff.

• Though Rin does have freedom, Shiro has installed trackers on all of his devices and makes sure that he’s being safe. Sometimes if his paranoia was up, Shiro would follow him. If any demon tries to get near him then their heads would be off with a single shell of his shotgun.

• Knowing Rin though, He gets into a lot of fights. Shiro only wants to keep Rin safe so its only natural that he never sees any of his opponents again. Maybe in a news article but don’t worry about it, He was sketchy enough so he was bound to get into trouble eventually!

• Yukio is an interesting case.

• This is where Shiro’s manipulative tendencies really start to shine, Teaching Yukio since he was a toddler about demons and how to fight them. Though the reason Shiro does it is.. For a different reason than in canon.

• Yukio gets taught to look out for both You and Rin, Gets basically indoctrinated into Shiro’s own tendencies and made to believe that this was for all of your own goods.

• This makes Yukio the peacekeeper. Since you and Rin both look up to him, You both believe him when he tells you that Shiro just wants the best after you both come to him about your suspicions

• That doesn’t mean there isn’t any love for him though. Shiro teaches him to wield a gun to make sure he can defend himself and his siblings while he is away. Shiro isolates Yukio from others, Shura being his only companion since she's Shiro’s disciple.

• Kuro, Being Shiro’s familiar is often assigned to trailing you all and giving reports on your wellbeing. No secret is safe when Kuro is on the case.

• You all often get treated with days out, Shiro enjoying spending time with his kids. Parks, Carnivals or playgrounds. Wherever you all go, Shiro makes sure to keep an eye out due to all the horrid men in this world.

• When you all were little, Swear to god this man had a three-calibre baby holder. He thought it was funny but the pictures make you cringe inside.

• If you all ever do get suspicious and try to run away, Then Shiro would get absolutely pissed.

• His own children, The kids he had raised trying to get away from him? Unacceptable. With his skills and connections as the paladin it wouldn’t be difficult to find you all again, Easy dragged back to the parish by the tails if he has to.

• You’d all be grounded to high hell. Bars on your windows, Thrown into the same room so its easier to keep an eye on you all. The monks at the parish grow weary but they can’t argue against the paladin, Who threatens them with their jobs if they snitch.

• Shiro makes sure to off any person who could’ve hurt any of his kids, Easily covering it up and moving on with his day.

• He tries to make it up to you all, To try and make sure that you all don't fear him. You don’t, Right? He’s your father, You shouldn’t be afraid!

• In truth you all are horrified. The man who raised them was a monster, Committing deeds only revealed to them now and ones that made them want to throw up.

• You are crying, Unable to accept the truth as you hide under your covers. Rin lashes out like a cornered animal, Yelling so angrily but deep down he is terrified. Yukio is in denial, Insisting that there must be some explanation for why Shiro had been acting like this.

• When Satan possesses him and he dies in a burst of blue flames, He can only hope that he did a good job. That his children, And only his will be safe.

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darklinaforever · 4 months

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Love can touch us one time

And last for a lifetime

And never let go 'til we're gone

Love was when I loved you

One true time I'd hold to

In my life, we'll always go on

Far across the distance

And spaces between us

You have come to show you go on

Near, far, wherever you are

I believe that the heart does go on

And you're here in my heart

And my heart will go on and on

You're here, there's nothing I fear

And I know that my heart will go on

We'll stay forever this way

You are safe in my heart and

My heart will go on and on

I see you, I feel you

That is how I know you go on

Near, far, wherever you are

I believe that the heart does go on (why does the heart go on?)

And you're here in my heart

And my heart will go on and on

My Heart Will Go On, by Céline Dion.

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webslingingslasher · 1 year

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please 24, 26 & 30 with a happy ending for our spider boy?

based off this prompt list

everytime I try to write happy it falls short, I only know pain and anguish. thank you friend, i hope you like it.

“It’s true.”

Your words shake, your hands tremor, you have to remind yourself to breathe, one, two, three times. Peter was telling the truth, not that you would think he was a liar but maybe just confused on this one, lost in space, unaware of the surroundings.

No, out of his mind.

Peter was out of his damn mind.

Sure, he did tell you, and it was unlike you to ignore or disagree or straight up deny his thoughts and opinions. Peter was beautiful, not just physically but in general, in his day to day life. Peter was quite literally the guy who would give you the shirt off his back, he’s done that with his jacket one too many times. Peter brought peace and serenity wherever he went, that's why he was so good at being Spider-Man, even the most shell shocked persons could settle in his eyesight, they didn’t need to know who was under the mask to know they were a good person.

And you were you, sometimes aggressive or bitter. Sometimes underwhelming and cautious, sometimes hateful and full of spite, sometimes sad and alone, sometimes you were also joyous and calm, and bright, and cherished, and lovely, and beautiful, and just overall a wonderful human being.

Those were Peter’s words, you don’t believe them for a second.

With all those reasons on board, you thought, no, believed, you believed that Peter was wrong. Deadset, terribly offtrack wrong. So wrong not even two lefts could make it right.

I mean, how could Peter Parker, your best friend, be in love with you?

“Please, say something.”

He pleaded with everything in him, he just wanted you to say something back to him. It could be a terrified scream, a giddy squeal, an unsure attitude with a million questions.

He would even accept a slap to the face, anything but the deafening silence you gave back to him.

It was unbearable in the room, Peter suddenly felt hot and flushed, he craved the outside air. He watched as the trees shook outside in the wind, he felt slightly outraged, the trees didn’t know what they had.

Peter didn’t want to say anything else, I mean what else is there to say? He came clean, he leant into his emotions and feelings and poured them all out on the table and just hoped you would cradle them in warm hands and promise they would be safe. But you instead recoiled your hands to your sides and looked disgusted that he would even say such things to you.

Peter supposes it’s the way it happened, maybe that’s why you felt so torn apart.

He was dating your friend, was, that’s the keyword. And, yeah, girl code or whatever but you and Peter were closer than you and she were, and you’ve known him longer, and when Peter ended it, not that it even really started, she didn’t seem all that shocked. Like she knew you and Peter were always end game.

And yeah, maybe he shouldn’t have pushed himself too far and gotten a little too drunk and blurted them out in one go, but how could he hold all that in when you looked like that? Looked at him, like that. Blinking lightly at some guy near the pong table his heart thumped, he always had that voice that begged no one else would see you like he does, no one else would see how you always give more than you could think to take, they wouldn’t see how far you push yourself for your accomplishments, and not for anyone else either, the praise was nice but you did everything with the goal of making your own damn self proud.

He just couldn’t take it, especially when you grabbed the stranger’s arm. So, he rushed up to you, pulled you by your hand and explained that he needed to talk to you about ‘something super, uberly important. Like, super important.’

And he dropped the news, you pulled away, refused to believe it, and instead left the party and the next day, Peter called, then texted, then texted, and texted again, and on the second call you picked up.

“Wanna grab a coffee?” He paused into the line, he tried to make a joke, “Or a gin and tonic, maybe?”

You laughed, “Sure, what about?”

A pause.

You thought this was Peter trying to meet up to backtrack, because there was no way he actually liked you, or loved you as he swore. It wasn’t possible, instead, he blurted out words he didn’t mean while drunk and was trying to make a point that yes, he loved you, but wasn’t in love with you.

It was the only plausible action.

Oppositely, Peter wanted to talk to you about it, because it is real for him. And you blew him off, you never said a word, just backed away shaking your head, he still wasn’t sure if that was a good or bad thing. He expects it’s bad. He just wants to let you know he is a thousand percent serious.

“You don’t think there’s anything we need to talk about?” Teasing tone, gut punching words.

“I don’t know, do you think there is?” Ignore, ignore, ignore.

“Yes, Y/N. I think there is.” Disappointment.

“Okay, text me. I’ll see you there.”

And he told you again, therefore, it was true. It had to be.

He begged you to speak once more, you took several minutes.

You finally responded, you shook your head solemnly, “No. No you don’t.”

“I- What?” Did he look offended? He did.

“You don’t love me like that, you just think you do.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I don’t think you’re in love with me, I think you love me for sure but that’s what friends do.”

He snorted, “No, trust me. I’m in love with you.”

“No you don’t. Stop saying that.”

Now he was getting offended, “Are you trying to mansplain my feelings to me right now? Like, as I am confessing here you’re actively trying to shove the words back in my mouth.”

“I dunno, Peter. Think about this, think about us. Does it make sense for you to love me?”

Confusion again, “Bro, what are you on? Think about what? I mean I’m lost here.”

Fingers pointing back and forth, “This! Us! What’s happening, it doesn’t make sense.”

Frustration is eating at Peter, “Okay, listen. And actually hear what I am saying, okay? I told you how I feel, pretty explicitly, several times now. If you don’t like me back, or believe it, or if you want to deny it forever that’s on you. But don’t you dare sit here and try to tell me I’m the crazy one.”

“You are crazy though! Are you not getting that?” You pulled at the roots of your hair, he was about to cause you to have a mental breakdown.

“How? How am I crazy? Please enlighten me.” Peter threw his back against his chair, how was an admittance of love turned into this?

“Because I don’t deserve you, Peter!”

It was said louder than you meant, the coffee shop quieted down for a moment before picking back up to normal.

Peter looked perplexed, then upset, then point blank looked like he was about to cry.

A slow head shake, disappointment, betrayal, disagreement. All three?

“I’m sorry that you found out this way, it was unfair. It was a heavy load dropped on you, and that sucks on my end. But, I love you. I am so unnaturally in love with you I need my brain studied. And you can sit here in your own pretty little head and daydream that I’m too good for you, or I’ll get bored and leave, or I’m faking or unsure in what this is, but it won’t change. Nothing will change, if you don’t love me back that’s fine” A sharp inhale, it didn’t feel fine.

“But I will spend the rest of my life trying to change that.”

You bite your cheek, you watch the steam rise and curl from your cup, he was telling the truth.

You nod slowly, releasing your cheek from your molars, “I’ll take you up on that challenge.”

“I fell first, but I’m going to make you fall harder.”

You laugh, “I’d love to see you try.”

#peter parker blurb #peter parker angst #peter parker drabble #tasm!peter parker angst #tasm!peter parker fluff #tasm! x reader #peter parker x reader #peter parker mcu #tasm!peter parker x reader #my writing

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imagines-all-day-everyday · 1 year

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Queen of the Wild (Epilogue)

Summary: discover the fates of *yn* blackburn and robb stark in the four years that follow the battle between the north, the lannisters and the kingdom of vesiros.

Warnings: fluff, swearing, childbirth, violence, death

Notes: end of an era <3 hope you enjoy x

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It had been two weeks since Cerlina had informed her of her condition and still her and Cerlina were the only ones who knew. When Cassius had enquired about her health later she had simply brushed it off and told him it was a passing fever and cough.

She knew that her people would be delighted. She was no fool, she knew the prospect of a Blackburn heir had always been discussed in hushed whispers behind her back. Questions of when, how, who, if.

There would be no issue in relation to lineage or relation, the concepts of bastards and true borns, of divine lineage and 'pure' blood had long been discarded. She could have the babe and raise it without a husband if she so desired. The question of who the father was though, that would always follow her wherever she went, in the looks and whispers in the shadows.

Cerlina could brew her a tea, to cure her of her 'ailment'. But *yn* knew deep down that was not an option. She had already grown far too attached to the small human growing inside her. Besides, to do so would be an insult to the gods according to Cerlina. This was a miracle conception, a one in a million chance.

Then, there was Robb.

She had managed to avoid him these past few weeks as she tried to process the information herself. Then her mind had turned to ponder if she should even tell him. The thought of his rejection of the child was one too painful for her to bare.

But she knew that she had to tell him at some point, she could not keep this from him forever, even if she wanted to. It was just a matter of when and how.

*yn* stared down at the note that had just been delivered to her room. She felt sick with nerves as she stared down at the elegant looping of the ink.

Our usual place at dusk this evening.

Forever Yours, Robb Stark.

It seems that Robb had made her decision for her.

The forest was so quiet that the water-starved leaves crunching underneath *yn*'s boots seemed to echo off the trees.

Her breath puffed out in a cloud. The bed of leaves that she waded through were shades of browns. Mildew or ice was beginning to turn the remaining leaves white.

Another reminder that the long night was drawing ever closer.

As she approached it she realised the stream was beginning to frost over. It was hard to believe now that only a few months ago her and Robb had spent their fleeting time together frolicking in it.

A snap of a twig made *yn*'s eyes dart around. Her hand involuntarily went to rest on her stomach. Over the growing life inside of her. She had to make a conscious effort not to do it in front of her people these days.

Luna pushed against her side gently, as if to remind her that she was here. Protecting her. Luna had sensed very quickly that *yn* was with child, and even though she had her own pups to look after, her protectiveness had increased triple-fold.

"So the queen still does in fact live."

Her hand slid from her stomach to her side. A soft smile appearing on her lips at the sight of Robb making his way towards her through the thick brush.

"I was beginning to think that you had disappeared off the face of the earth." His tone was teasing, enough to make her brow quirk up in amusement.

"I have been busy, not all of us can have their advisors run things for them while they go out hunting you know."

Her expected taunt made him chuckle, a warm glow in his eye as he neared her.

"I was beginning to think you were avoiding me."

Her heart hammered in her chest as he finally reached her and wrapped his arms around her waist.

I actually am because I am pregnant with your child even though we are at war and our people hate eachother! How delightful is that?

"Now why would I ever do such a thing?" She forced a smirk onto her lips, shoving the voice back down into the pits of her stomach.

He hummed in response, his gloved hand reaching up to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear.

"I have missed you." His chest rumbled as he spoke.

He leant down and captured her lips in a hungry kiss. She felt herself involuntarily stiffen.

She felt him frown against her skin after a few moments. He pulled away, his eyes scanning every inch of her features. He knew her too well. To the point that even attempting to deceive him was pointless.

"What is wrong my love?"

Her lips parted to answer. For once she was at a loss for words. All her years of courting royalty and whispering sweet nothings into the ears of dangerous men to sedate them - all that training completely and utterly failed her as she stared up at him.

"I-"

She felt like he was peering into her soul.

She was going to be sick. She did not know whether to attribute blame to the pregnancy or to her nerves.

She took a step back. "I cannot-"

"*yn*, what is the matter-"

She took another step back. Her heel landed on a concealed branch. Her foot twisted oddly under her weight. For a brief moment panic flooded her. She was going to fall.

Her hand attached itself to her belly.

Luna's growls filled the air as she pushed herself in between them. Gnashing teeth made Robb quickly draw the hand back he had extended out to help her.

"It's alright." *yn* soothed, her other hand leaning out to run her fingers through the dire wolf's thick fur. She felt Luna's taught muscles ease under her touch.

"Wha-" Robb cut himself off, his brow furrowed in confusion as his eyes darted from Luna to *yn*.

He froze. Her hand was still resting on her belly. His eyes moved from her belly down to Luna again, who was still eyeing him warily as she moved from between them.

"I- you-" He breathed out as he took a step back to survey her.

"Are you?" He blinked in disbelief, his gaze fixating on her belly once more.

His eyes scanned her face. The slightest nod of her head was all it took for tears to begin to well up in his eyes.

"Fucking hell *yn*-"

She felt a breath catch in her throat as Robb moved forward and wrapped her in his arms. She could feel her own tears slide down her cheeks as he squeezed her so tight that her feet lifted off the ground.

"Robb-" She managed to get out as she struggled to inhale any oxygen.

"Oh I am sorry my love, sorry I-" Robb stammered as he hastily placed her back down onto the ground.

"That is not going to hurt the babe is it?"

She let out a small chuckle and shook her head. Tears were now streaming down both of their faces. "No, it is perfectly safe."

He let out a relieved laugh and nodded, his eyes never leaving her stomach as he spoke once more.

"How long have you known?"

"About two weeks."

Robb frowned at her answer. "Why did you not tell me?"

"I- I was afraid you would not want this." She admitted quietly.

"Not want this?" Robb echoed in disbelief. "The woman I love is pregnant with our child." His hand reached up to cradle her face.

"There is nothing on this earth I would want more."

*yn* leant up and captured his lips with hers. She could taste the saltiness of their tears on her tongue as their mouths moved as one. The pair only pulled away when it became necessary to draw breath.

Robb pressed his forehead to hers, his eyes shining like she had never seen before. Like a newfound purpose had sparked it.

"There is actually one thing I think I want just as much."

His murmour made a small smirk twist up onto her lips.

She rested her arms around the back of his neck. "And what would that be Lord Stark?"

"For you to be my wife."

The statement made her freeze. Her hands slid down from around him to hang at her sides. She took a step back.

"Robb." She frowned. "You do not have to."

Her answer clearly threw him off guard.

"You do not need to propose to me just because I am with child. The concept of bastards is not one we accept in Vesiros." She explained when she saw the confusion seep from his pores.

Her explanation made a chuckle emit from the back of his throat. This time it was her turn to have confusion flash across her features as he shook his head and pulled her back into him.

"Do you remember the night of Cassius' wedding?"

"Of course I do."

"And what I said when we were up on that balcony?"

She felt a smile involuntarily tug up onto her lips.

"Yes."

His smile broadened when he saw that she could see where he was going. "About that being us down there one day. Getting married. In the Godswood. Becoming one."

She watched as he reached into his pocket.

His fist unfurled. She felt her heart skip a beat.

A dainty ring sat neatly in the palm of his hand. It was silver, simple. A small sapphire carved into the shape of a wolf's head placed neatly in the centre.

"This was my mothers. My father gave it to her when they were to be wed."

"Robb...." She swallowed as she eyed the ring gleaming back at her.

"I knew I was done for the second I walked into your throne room and laid my eyes on you."

He took her hand in his.

"I have been carrying this ring with me for months, waiting for the right time to give it to you."

She was trembling ever so slightly in his grip. It was quite a sight to behold. Queen *yn* Blackburn of Vesiros, a wildling queen, brought to shakes and tears by a Stark. It was a sight that had to be seen to be believed.

"And I cannot think of a more perfect time than when I have just found out that we are to have a child."

They were both crying once more. Silent tears sliding down their wind chaffed cheeks. Lightheaded and pulses pounding.

"Marry me, Queen Blackburn."

*yn*'s lips parted. Excuses and questions begged to tumble out. How would this work? How would their people react? What if their people did not accept them?

Her tongue kept them at bay. For once she did not want to think like a queen of a kingdom. Like a scheming politician. She wanted to put herself first. She wanted to be a woman head over heels in love with a man. Giggling and blushing and hopelessly devoted.

"Yes." She pushed her forehead against his as she guided her finger into the ring clasped in Robb's hand.

"Yes I will marry you King Stark."

The union of *yn* Blackburn and Robb Stark was not a grand spectacle or a public affair.

It was on an unassuming night, basked in the light of a full moon in the Godswood. The attendees could almost be counted on one hand.

Cassius, Talisa, Mikel, Erik, Arya, Bran, Rickon, Luna and her pups.

They all watched on as *yn* and Robb took eachother's hands and whispered the sacred words of the gods to one another. The shouts and whoops and hollers as they kissed and sealed their sacred vows.

King and Queen. Husband and wife.

Once it was announced to their people, word spread like wildfire around not just the north, but all of Westeros.

Some saw it as a disgrace, a stain on the Stark name, to be entwined with a wildling. Others saw it as a mark of power, heralding Robb a 'wildling tamer'. Some saw it as an act of war.

It was hard to look past what the union now meant. Two of the most powerful armies in Westeros were now joined as one.

The outcry *yn* had expected from her people and from Robb's was less than she had expected. It appeared that the whispers in the north of the undead returning had sparked enough fear for people to welcome the news of a larger army.

It was the only time she would ever be somewhat grateful for the return of the white walkers.

The witches and prophets blessed the union, praising Robb and *yn* for listening to the omen of the birth of Luna's pups. Who were they to ruin their excitement and tell them that they would have wed regardless of any such omen.

Seven months later, *yn* had never hated Robb Stark so much in her entire life.

“Push Your Grace. Just one more.”

Her body felt like it was on fire. *yn* Blackburn had been through multiple wars, had seen the greatest suffering a human could suffer. Or so she thought. In that moment, she was convinced there was no greater suffering on earth than that of childbirth.

“Push!”

She could not believe Cerlina had called this a blessing.

“Come on my love.” Robb's raspy voice murmured in her ear as he knelt beside her. “Take my hand.”

*yn* let out a groan of pain as she pushed once more, her hand clasping around her husband’s as she squeezed with all her might.

“I see the head!” Cerlina announced from below her.

“You're nearly there my love.” A hand caressed her face, drawing her attention away from the pain between her thighs. Her eyes locked with the deep brown ones of her husband.

She nearly broke all of the bones in his hand as she gave one more push.

Frail wails echoed throughout the cavernous room.

"Ah-" *yn* let out a hiss as pain ripped through her once more. This could not be possible - she still felt so full, like her body was being torn apart.

"What is going on?" Robb queried, his eyes darting around the room when he saw the midwives exchange glances.

"Robb, make it stop." She begged as her body continued to scream at her.

"Cerlina?"

"There- there is another one Your Grace!" Cerlina exclaimed as she looked up wide eyed at the king.

"Another one-"

"Push Your Grace! I see the head already."

*yn* gritted her teeth and pushed with all of her might. She was so consumed by the pain that she had not even processed Cerlina's words. All she knew was that she had to do whatever she could to make the pain stop.

She let out a moan of relief as the pain subsided, air filling up her lungs once more as the midwives gushed in praise.

“It’s ok my love, it is over.” Robb murmured, kissing her damp hair as he held her closely. *yn* let out a silent sob as she clung to her husband, letting him pepper her face with kisses and praises as she fell limp in his arms.

It was when another set out wailing reached her ears that her brain finally processed it.

"Did she say two-" *yn* cut herself off as she sat up, her eyes widening in disbelief at the sight in front of her.

“Twins, your grace." Cerlina smiled up at her Queen.

"Two boys."

"Twin boys." Robb breathed out, tears filling his eyes as Cerlina brought over the two babes to them, both now wrapped in cloth.

Overwhelming love and warmth filled *yn* as a son was placed into each of her outstretched arms. Almost as if those last few hours of pain had been erased, like she would do it all again now just to hold them like this.

"They are perfect." *yn* whispered, her voice cracking as she studied them.

"Perfect." Robb echoed in agreement. She leant down and placed a kiss to each of their foreheads before handing one to Robb.

"Two heirs for two kingdoms." She murmured to him, smiling as she watched her husband be completely entranced by his children.

Her words made his eyes flicker up to her as a smile spread across his lips. "They will both make fine Kings, I can already tell."

She glanced down to her son in her arms.

"Eddard." *yn* whispered as she studied him. There was a pause as Robb looked over at his son before glancing down at the son in his arms.

"And Leo."

*yn* blinked through her tears as she smiled at him.

"Ned and Leo Stark."

If the birth of direwolf pups was seen as a good omen, the birth of healthy twin boys was practically a hand delivered message by the gods themselves.

Two heirs for two kingdoms. It was heralded as a miracle.

Their union was now unquestionable. They were the north's saviours. They would lead them to victory over the white walkers.

However, the war in the South was still raging on. Both Robb and *yn* had made it quite clear they had no interest in the Iron Throne, but that did not stop the South from trying to drag them into their war.

And then there was Sansa in King's Landing. Jamie and Tywin Lannister were still rotting in Robb's cells.

Cersei Lannister was spiralling into madness.

A Targaryen girl was amassing an army across the sea.

A wildling village had been massacred by white walkers.

Four years later

"Leo, do not throw things at your brother."

"But he stole my bow and arrow! He needs to be taught a lesson."

"Leo, listen to your mother."

*yn* shook her head as she watched Leo fold his arms and go off to pout and play with his toys in the corner. She stroked Luna's fur absentmindedly as Luna nuzzled her head into her lap.

Ned appeared completely unbothered and unfazed by the apple core that had been thrown at his head. Instead, he continued to play with the wooden wolf on the fur rug situated in front of the fireplace.

"He gets that violent behaviour from you, you know." Robb mused as he came to take a seat next to her on the couch.

"Oh is that so?" She raised a brow.

He hummed in response before pulling her in for a kiss.

It was hard to believe that their twins were now four years of age. What they had survived in those handful of years of living on this earth.

Robb had eventually traded Jamie and Tywin for Sansa.

The war against the undead had been fought and won. Not without casualties. Cassius had died, leaving behind his widow and two young children. *yn* had been inconsolable for months.

Daenerys had defeated Cersei before turning mad and wiping out half of King's Landing. And the entirety of the Targaryen line, except for Jon Snow.

Then she was killed by Jon Snow.

With the Iron Throne now vacant once more, eyes turned to Robb and *yn*. But neither wanted it. They'd spent their entire marriage fighting wars and political webs and snares.

They wanted to rule in peace and raise their children.

Sansa Stark was now the Queen of the Seven Kingdoms, minus the North which still had its independence. Tyrion Lannister was her hand. Arya was her commander.

Jon agreed to be *yn*'s new commander in the aftermath of the war. As her people began to trickle back to south of the wall, Jon was happy to take up residency in Vesiros castle while she spent time in Winterfell.

Somehow, none of these events had been the biggest surprise that *yn* had faced.

"Mummy!"

*yn* smiled at the sound of little feet hitting stone floor.

After convincing herself that her twin boys had been a once in a life time miracle from the gods, two years ago she found herself with child once more.

Alira Stark beamed up at her.

"Come give me a kiss."

*yn* and Robb laughed as they watched their daughter scramble up the couch and into their arms.

They watched from their seat as Luna's pups bounded into the room, causing Leo and Ned to let out squeals of joy. They were almost fully grown now but were as gentle as lambs when it came to *yn*'s children. Like they knew they would get snarled at by their mother if they were too rough.

It was the first time since *yn* could remember that she was not at war. Looking over her shoulder waiting for someone to try and kill her, or usurp her, or take over her land.

She felt safe. They both did.

Even though neither of them knew how long it would last, they were at peace.

The wolf and the wild horse could finally rest.

It took me years but this series is officially complete!!! Hope you loved it as much as I do <3 As always, feedback is always appreciated. Please give it back here xx

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My Heart Will Go On: Eddie Munson

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A/N: Season 4, Episode 9 Spoilers! So don’t interact if you haven’t watched

Description: Basically after Eddie die and sobbing about it, all I could think about was Eddie and Reader with this song, so here we are and im sorry :(

Mentions of suicide, death, nudity, blood

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{Rose, you're the most amazingly

Astounding wonderful girl

Woman that I've ever known

I'm not an idiot, I know how the world works

But I'm too involved now

You jump, I jump, remember?}

When you and Eddie first met, you were on the verge of taking your life just wanting to escape from feeling like you weren't important, good enough, pretty enough. You were sitting on the railing of the bridge with your feet dangling over as you watched the water rush underneath it as you thought about what you were about to do and wondered if anyone would care if you were gone.

Eddie was on his way back from a deal when he saw you sitting on the railing of the bridge upset, making him slam on his brakes as he climbed out of the car. He wondered what someone like you was doing sitting on the rail of the bridge, cautiously approaching you not wanting to scare you anymore.

"Hey, are you alright?" He asked cautiously walking over to you.

"Do I look alright?" You asked him quietly.

"No, you don't. I can see something's bothering you, I can listen if you like." He offered as you looked at him.

"Why would you do that? You hardly know me." You asked him.

"Well that's not technically true, I know you enough to think that you are one of the kindest souls I've met and it would be a shame if we lost someone like you all because the world was suffocating you. If you take my hand, we can go get something to eat and talk, and if you don't want to talk that's fine too." He said as you looked at his hand.

You hesitantly took his hand and made it safely to his car where you two got something to eat and found somewhere quiet to eat and talk. You felt a huge relief when talking to Eddie because he never judged or criticized you, he only offered the best advice he could meanwhile Eddie sat there listening to you thinking about how strong and amazing you are to go through the things you went through and yet somehow still survive.

That was the day you fell for Eddie Munson. He saw you for who you were and now some version everybody except you to be.

Every night in my dreams

I see you, I feel you

That is how I know you go on Far across the distance

And spaces between us

You have come to show you go on

Ever since Eddie died saving you and Dustin, you got to see him in dreams alive and well still perfect as you remember him. Sometimes you could see and feel him beside you as you tried to navigate life without him which was hard to do because you really missed him and wished he was here with you graduating and pursuing music.

"'86 baby, this is my year." He said beaming at you.

"It is your year baby, your gonna graduate and we're gonna get out this town." You said wrapping your arms around him.

Near, far, wherever you are

I believe that the heart does go on

Once more you open the door

And you're here in my heart

And my heart will go on and on

No matter where you went, you always felt him beside you and it was the only reason why you kept going on with life was for him even if you missed him terribly. You moved out of Hawkins and to California where you and Eddie had planned on moving.

Jack, I want you to draw me

Like one of your French girls, wearing this

Alright

Wearing only this

A few weeks into dating Eddie you found out that Eddie was a talented artist, so after some convincing, you asked him to draw you to which he agreed but you had a little surprise for him. You were going to be wearing his guitar pick necklace and only that and you couldn't wait for his reaction.

"Eddie I want you to draw me, wearing this." You said watching as his mouth dropped open at the sight of you only wearing his necklace.

"Al...Alright." He stammered out trying to focus on the task at hand.

"Wearing only this." You said.

Love can touch us one time

And last for a lifetime

And never let go till we're gone Love was when I loved you

One true time I hold to

In my life we'll always go on

You knew that you would never find a love like Eddie, he was the love of your life and you guys had so many plans for the future including marriage and kids, you both knew that your love would last forever. You could never love anyone the way you loved Eddie.

Near, far, wherever you are

I believe that the heart does go on

Once more you open the door

And you're here in my heart

And my heart will go on and on

It hurt to try to move on with life after Eddie, it really did, it felt unfair and selfish at times but you also knew that Eddie wouldn't want you sitting there mourning him forever. You knew that Eddie was always with you, so you slowly but surely started going on with life and trying to enjoy it again even if he wasn't here.

Go on, I'll get the next one

No, not without you

I'll be alright

Listen, I'll be fine, I'm a survivor, alright

Don't worry about me

Now go on, get on

"Go on sweetheart, I'm right behind you and Dustin." Eddie said as the bats started making their way towards you guys.

"No not without you." You pleaded not wanting to leave him behind.

"I'll be alright. Listen I'll be fine, I"m a Munson nothing can kill us alright?" He said pushing you towards Dustin.

"Don't worry about me, you two get out of here." Eddie said as you and Dustin started heading towards the trailer.

You three barely made it before the bats reached you, and you all cheered for now that you outsmarted them. You pulled Eddie in for a long and passionate kiss because you were afraid that you were gonna lose him just then.

"I'm still here sweetheart." He said wrapping his arms around you.

You're here, there's nothing I fear

And I know that my heart will go on

We'll stay forever this way

You are safe in my heart

And my heart will go on and on

Eddie was safe in your heart and that's all that mattered, as long as he was with you, you could navigate life. Your dreams were your favorite part of the night because you always got to see him and it was like nothing changed.

You must promise me that you won't give up

No matter what happens

Promise me now Rose

I promise

And never let go that promise

I'd never let go, Jack

I'll never let go

You sat there with tears streaming down your face as you held Eddie's bloody body in your arms, wishing this had been the one time he didn't choose to be a hero.

"Sweetheart, promise that you won't ever give up, no matter what happens." He said holding your hand as the tears fell even harder.

"Promise me now sweetheart." He said coughing up more blood.

"I promise Eddie." You said.

"And never let go of that promise. I love you, sweetheart." He said as he took his final breathe making you and Dustin cry harder.

"I'd never go, I love you eddie. I'll never let go." You said leaning your head against his as you fully broke down.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie x reader #eddie munson angst #eddie munson my beloved #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fic #stranger things 4 #stranger things x reader

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Sibling grief is weird.

With sibling grief you're grieving more than just the loss of your sibling.

You're grieving the life you had before you lost your sibling.

You're grieving the loss of who your parents were before your sibling died

You're grieving the loss of the future you'd prepared for

You're grieving the loss of the family unit as you'd known it

You're grieving the loss of who you were before they died

You're grieving the loss of your best friend

Before my brother died, I had plans for how the future would be. Family holidays with our kids, major life events being celebrated together, family vacations, so many memories to be made.

All of those were lost when he died. An entire future full of plans just.... Gone.

Finished.

Now I'm only left with the haunting visions of watching him go, with the sounds of our parents sobbing and begging for this to not be happening, with hearing the love of his life begging for more time and promising to make the rest of his life everything we'd always dreamed for him, with remembering both the feeling of his warm hands AND the feeling of his lifeless, cold hands.

Before my brother died, our parents were mostly happy.

Parents change after the loss of a child, regardless of the age of said child. That change can go 1 of 2 ways and it is usually to the extreme of whichever way they go.

Way 1: they're going to be extremely clingy with their remaining child(ren). They will want them close.

Way 2: they're going to become extremely distant with their remaining child (ren).

My mom quietly went with way 1. She tries to not show it, but I know it. She still has her moments where she's distant, but she won't even entrain the idea of us being far away from her. She wants all of us near her.

My dad went with way 2. I've always felt like my dad absolutely hated me. There was no proud father moment when I got married, no "you look beautiful" comments, or any heart touching moments really. It's always been he was there, but quietly wondering how quickly he could leave. Sure there were moments when he really came through and made me feel like he cared. I can't say there weren't ANY.

But after losing my brother, I feel like I completely lost my dad. He barely acknowledges I'm there, he flat out ignores me when I say "I love you", but he will say it to everyone around me, he doesn't even try to hide the fact that he does NOT want to be wherever I am. In my heart I feel that he believes the wrong child died and that it should've been me. I have never felt like more of a burden than I do now.

Before my brother died, my mom always told us "nurture your relationship with each other because when your dad and I are gone, you're only going to have each other". That was the future I'd prepared for. Now, when my parents are gone I will be alone. I'll have no one to grieve that loss with. Our future was supposed to be long and fruitful, with so many memories to be made... I was not prepared for the future I'm going to have.

Before my brother died, we were a family of 4. He was my big brother. Sure our family expanded as we got older. We had significant others and kids, but our family unit was 4. Now, it's only 3.

I'm no longer the little sister.

I'm the surviving sister.

Before my brother died, I was happy. Sure I dealt with some mental health issues, but he always helped to keep my grounded. He was who I called when I felt like I was losing my grip. He was my rock. He was my best friend. He always made sure I was ok, that his nieces and nephews were ok, that everyone had what they needed. He was my go-to person for everything.

I used to get so irritated because he'd always call me when bad weather was moving in. He'd give me all these instructions on things I needed to do to be prepared, he'd make sure I was making sure the kids had everything they needed.. it could be so exhausting sometimes.

God how I miss those phone calls.

Now that he's gone I find myself riddled with anxiety and anger. I have no idea who I am anymore because I do not feel like me anymore. I feel like a part of me went with him. The strong part went with him.

Now that he's gone I feel so alone, even with the rest of my family right beside me.

I try to grieve quietly. I try to do it alone as much as possible so that it doesn't make those around me sad.

Sibling grief is weird..

It's lonely

Unless you are the surviving sibling, you could never understand.

#coping with grief #dealing with grief #grief #griefandloss #grieving #it's okay to grieve #sibling loss #siblings #brother #covid 19 #grief journal #grief/mourning #stages of grief #i am alone #sibling death tw #big brother #surviving

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human-psyche · 9 months

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IN RUBRUM AMARE.

" enemies make the best lovers... "

title: in rubrum amare

characters: hyunjin x reader

genre: dark, romance, vampire prince!hyunjin, huntress!reader, love hate, mature content

about: y/n had made it her life job to kill vampires after she lost her bestfriend to one of them, untill she meets hyunjin, the vampire prince she wants to kill the most...except she's nowhere near immune to him as much as she thought she could be. how long untill she falls to his charming tricks?

PART I

Y/n has grown up in a lone town where everyone knows everyone wherever they go, and most of their secrets too. She has been raised hearing stories about the creatures of the night一 vampires, but had always been a person who refused to believe in superstitions made up by other people who were too scared to admit or discover factors to mysteries surrounding their small community, or atleast that continued untill three years ago when one of her best friends, Jeongin, was taken by a vampire that came to town right in front of her eyes.

She pressumed him dead, because that's how she lost him…he had been brutally bitten and layed limp in the attacker's arms before they'd both vanished.

Since then, Y/n has gone on to train with the sparse group of local hunters led by Bangchan, vowing to pursue the mission to hunt down vampires and bring them to justice.

Over time, she's caught information circulating of a vampire prince that had made a second home in the forest near their town when he wasn't confined to the domains of the vampires separating their territories with a cliff edge waterfall between them. Hwang Hyunjin. Word has it that he's incredibly powerful and many fear him, though there have been almost no sightings of him: he's that good at covering his tracks. Only the girls her age from the town could come up with all sort of possibilities to wonder what he looks like, convinced he has a beauty to rival even the most handsome boys from the novels they'd find written at the far away capital library…

Y/n used to think their gossips to be utterly stupid, but little does she know they are unadvertedly right.

The sun is beginning to set when she makes her way out of the town and into the forest, soon enough watching from her vantage point through the trees during the falling of the night. It paints the lake in a soft light, and finally…she spots a figure appear一 she knows it's him.

She finds her stare on the being surrounded by shadows and the lakes's waves, given that he begins to splash the cool water onto his face, missing a shirt.

He's breathtaking, and there's something about him that makes her heart beat faster.

His movements are graceful and his dark hair creates a stark contrast against his smooth skin. He swirls his hands in the water, seemingly unaware of the death she has plotted for him; she can sense the power radiating from him: he is a vampire prince afterall, the vampire prince, who she hasn't given enough importance to.

She understimated him.

But Y/n thinks of the lives he must have taken and the pain he'd inflicted, and her resolve hardens. She thinks of Jeongin and how scared he was during his last time of being alive, how he'd tried to reach out to her and scream for help. Tonight, she's here to kill him. She has been tracking him for weeks, and now she has her chance. The female silently goes ahead, her dagger in hand. She's ready to take out the prince once and for all.

When Hyunjin finishes, he rises from the lake and grabs his shirt, throwing it back on. However, as Y/n gets closer, she notices he seems aware of her presence…he has been, unbeknownst to her, all the time. He stops and turns in her direction and pins his gaze on her.

"Have you come in search of me?" the vampire asks in a low voice, definitely not threatening, more interested than the opposite.

Y/n's movements cease. She has no time to deliver pleasantries, or wonder how come she, amongst the best Bangchan has personally trained, failed to sneak up on him.

"Actually yes. Hwang Hyunjin." she retort with a vengeance, straightening herself.

"Then let's talk before we fight, I think it's only fair."

As Y/n steps back instinctively due to his potent energy and Hyunjin advances closer and closer still, she can see the grotesque but pleased glint in his orbs.

"Stay away from me, Hwang." she brandishes her dagger, moonlight reflecting off the silver blade. "I'm not here to discuss anything with you. I don't entertain the likes of you."

"Maybe I want something else. What do you think I want, hunter girl?"

"Everyone knows what your kind wants." Y/n takes the option of confronting him instantly. "But you got the wrong person. I'm here to hunt you, not be just another one of your victims."

"You don't know me at all. I have been watching you for some time now." he unveils the truth on how he seems to be familiar with her eventhough they haven't officially met before. "I'm intrigued by your courage and your skill. Answer one question: will you come with me?"

Her reaction, a mixture of disbelief and an insulting smile follows, like he told her the most absurd thing she has ever heard and can't bring herself to believe it coming out of him. "Yeah, as if I would go with a vampire willingly. I'm not afraid of death, but I certainly don't want to join your kind, you damn一"

"I'm not asking you to join my kind…yet." Hyunjin tempts her, playing around with her hatred for the very nature he was made of.

"I'm offering you a chance to be with me. You can have a life beyond hunting, beyond that lame, poor town."

Y/n just about blanks out every killing intent she had for a second, she's not prepared at all. To be with him…she can't even try to comprehend the notion of it…she's left without anything witty to say.

"What…?"

And that's her mistake: because she leaves her guard down due to being surprised.

It's enough for Hyunjin to snap forward, cornering her and blocking her path.

She has no choice other than raising her dagger and aiming it at his chest to keep atleast a little distance; this too gets dodged, and the prince locks her attempted attack, provoking her with a smirk.

"You know you don't belong here," he taunts.

Her hues blazed with defiance as she tries to back away…only to feel herself unable to move. No matter how hard she attempts, she's rooted to the spot from his touch…perhaps it's some ability of his, or a temporary effect.

"Shut up. I'm here to end your reign, Hwang." she replies, determination in her tone. She rejects the occurence of letting him perceive her weakness...or the idea that yes, somewhere within her contemplation, she thinks of him as rather attractive...all these being against how she hates those alike him.

The tall male laughs in response.

"You think you can defeat me?"

He inches forward again, his hands gripping her hips as his behaviour gives away his amusement. He's enjoying her struggle against him.

Then, with the same smirk, he released her.

"You can't. Not even your bravest efforts will be enough, Y/n."

With that, he disappears, his words echoing in the wind.

Y/n grits her teeth and lets out a sigh, standing there alone in the darkness of the night. Her hands clench on the dagger, feeling the absence of his presence.

Though, it's far from over.

He even knows her name…

. . .

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lovesongbracket · 1 year

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Reminder: Vote based on the song, not the artist or specific recording! The tracks referenced are the original artist, aside from a few rare cases where a cover is the most widely known.

Lyrics, videos, info, and notable covers under the cut. (Spotify playlist available in pinned post)

Iris

Written By: John Rzeznik

Artist: The Goo Goo Dolls

Released: 1998

“Iris” was written for the 1998 film City of Angels starring Nicolas Cage. John Rzeznik explained: “When I wrote it, I was thinking about the situation of the Nicolas Cage character in the movie. This guy is completely willing to give up his own immortality, just to be able to feel something very human. And I think, ‘Wow! What an amazing thing it must be like to love someone so much that you give up everything to be with them.’ That’s a pretty heavy thought.” “Iris” eventually became one of the Goo Goo Dolls' biggest and most recognizable hits, eclipsing the movie it was written for.

[Verse 1] And I'd give up forever to touch you 'Cause I know that you feel me somehow You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be And I don't wanna go home right now [Verse 2] And all I can taste is this moment And all I can breathe is your life And sooner or later, it's over I just don't wanna miss you tonight [Chorus] And I don't want the world to see me 'Cause I don't think that they'd understand When everything's made to be broken I just want you to know who I am [Instrumental] [Verse 3] And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming Or the moment of truth in your lies When everything feels like the movies Yeah, you bleed just to know you're alive [Chorus] And I don't want the world to see me 'Cause I don't think that they'd understand When everything's made to be broken I just want you to know who I am [Instrumental Break] [Chorus] And I don't want the world to see me 'Cause I don't think that they'd understand When everything's made to be broken I just want you to know who I am [Chorus] And I don't want the world to see me 'Cause I don't think that they'd understand When everything's made to be broken I just want you to know who I am [Outro] I just want you to know who I am I just want you to know who I am I just want you to know who I am

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My Heart Will Go On

Written By: Will Jennings & James Horner

Artist: Céline Dion

Released: 1997

The main theme song to James Cameron’s blockbuster film Titanic. James Horner first wrote the musical backing as part of the score, taking inspiration from Jethro Tull. Then he decided to add lyrics, courtesy of Will Jennings. After Celine Dion was convinced to record (not her first time doing a movie theme), Horner had to find a day where the notoriously ill-tempered Cameron would be welcoming to show him. “My Heart Will Go On” then was turned into the end credits theme, and its association with the eventual highest-grossing movie ever (until Cameron topped his own record 11 years later) led to the song topping charts everywhere, as well as an Oscar and two Grammys. Céline recorded her vocals in one take; it was intended to be a demo, but that vocal track was used on the finished song.

[Verse 1] Every night in my dreams I see you, I feel you That is how I know you go on Far across the distance And spaces between us You have come to show you go on [Chorus] Near, far, wherever you are I believe that the heart does go on Once more, you open the door And you're here in my heart And my heart will go on and on [Verse 2] Love can touch us one time And last for a lifetime And never let go 'til we're gone Love was when I loved you One true time I'd hold to In my life, we'll always go on [Chorus] Near, far, wherever you are I believe that the heart does go on (Why does the heart go on?) Once more, you open the door And you're here in my heart And my heart will go on and on [Instrumental Bridge] [Chorus] You're here, there's nothing I fear And I know that my heart will go on We'll stay forever this way You are safe in my heart And my heart will go on and on [Outro] Mm, mm-mm

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quietly-by-myself · 1 year

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Shadow By My Fireplace - Chapter 32

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Thank you to @darkthingshappen for cheering me on with this chapter.

This is a happy chapter

CW: reunion, recovery whump

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Sacha sat anxiously on his handmade bed, watching his phone. The phone call wasn’t even an hour ago and it would take his mom and dad at least two hours to reach Syracuse.

He could hardly believe it. For all those years, he’d believed that he would never see his family again. He believed that they wouldn’t want him. He believed that he was ruined. Now, they were driving to come get him. They still loved him after all those years. Hearing his mother’s voice had made that clear. He wasn’t ruined, not to her.

Cyril had a sad smile on his face. Sacha knew what he was worried about - he was worrying about it, too. Neither of them wanted to leave the other. They were perhaps a pair of bonded cats - one who’d been beaten and left for death and the other who’d lost their bonded.

“Sacha, I- I wanted to say that I’m really happy for you.”

Cyril’s voice was full of an emotion that Sacha couldn’t quite pinpoint. There was an air of sadness between them, even if it should’ve been a happy time.

Would Sacha’s mom accept Cyril - the tall, gruff, tattooed ex-doctor with enormous difficulty accepting people into his big, broken heart? Sacha didn’t know. She might find him bizarre. After all, Cyril was much older than him.

Sacha wondered - would she accept his tattoos? His scars? What if she balked when she saw him? He didn’t look like her son anymore.

“Cyril, I’m, um, thankful for everything you’ve done.”

Cyril nodded. “If I can’t come with you, promise that you’ll call me once and a while?”

Sacha sat there, stunned. Silence hung between the two of them. “You- you want to come with me?”

Again, Cyril nodded, this time more shyly. “I’m sorry. It probably seems strange. I’d - I want to move to Hope or somewhere close. I could open a practice. I’ve always done rural medicine. Maybe I could help you or your mother with aches and pains.”

Tears formed in Sacha’s eyes. “You want to practice again?”

Cyril took a deep breath. “You’ve shown me something I’d forgotten, Sacha. The majority of people in this world are good. They’re resilient. They stand up against great evil. The bad aren’t worth saving, but most aren’t bad. After all, this whole world would be so fucked up it wouldn’t function if everyone was bad. So, I want to practice again. Especially near your home.”

“But- what about your cabin? Your garden?”

“I’ll sell it. You mean more to me than a pile of sticks.” Cyril looked around a bit. “It’s… probably better that I leave anyway. I’m at a different place in my life now. This represents a different time, now. I can plant a garden wherever there’s dirt.”

The two of them sat in silence for a while. Though Cyril most often took care of Sacha, Sacha couldn’t help but feel proud of Cyril. Cyril had softened a lot since he first met him. Whether or not that was because they’d grown inseparably close, Sacha didn’t know.

“I think it does for both of us,” Sacha eventually said.

Cyril nodded his agreement.

They sat in silence again. Amber came to them eventually and began to knead the blanket Sacha had swaddled her in when she was a vulnerable kitten. She almost looked like a full-grown cat now.

The ringing of Sacha’s full-volume default ringtone filled the room, shattering the silence they found themselves in.

“Sacha? Are you there?”

It was Sacha’s dad. Sacha’s breath hitched in his throat. He was suddenly reminded of how close he was to going home. It felt far in the future, even if it was less than three hours away.

“Yes, Papa, I am. Are you in Syracuse?”

“Yes, we’re almost out of the city. We got stuck in a jam.”

Sacha chuckled a little. It all felt so surreal, like he was in a movie. He could hardly believe that he was going home.

“Sacha? What’s the name of the person you’re with? We want to be able to thank him when we get there.”

“His name is Cyril. Cyril Galanos.”

Cyril looked up at Sacha, looking a little confused.

“Okay. Thank you. You’re, um, you’re safe, really, right?”

Sacha smiled a bit into the phone. “Yes, I really am.”

“Okay.” His dad went quiet. “Okay,” he added a little more forcefully. “We’ll be there soon.”

“Okay, Papa. I love you.”

The line went quiet. “I love you, too.” His voice was shaking. Then the beep came that his dad had hung up.

Sacha looked at Cyril. “That was my dad. They’re in Syracuse.”

Cyril nodded. “Okay. Will they need food?”

Sacha nodded. “I doubt they’re stopping to eat.”

—

Sacha heard the car doors shut before he saw his mom.

When he saw her, he thought he was going to faint. All the blood rushed to his feet. His heart stopped beating for what felt like a minute. She was black-haired like him with hazel eyes. People always said he had his mother’s eyes. It was true, too, he guessed.

His dad came out next. He was tall - something Sacha didn’t inherit - but had the same black hair and green eyes. He was starting to bald and he had gray hairs that Sacha didn’t remember. Luckily, his mom’s side didn’t bald.

Nothing could stop Sacha. He ran to the door, throwing it open, and ran into his mother’s arms.

He saw the moment when she saw him, the recognition in her eyes. The shock, the awe, the happiness, the sadness for the years they lost together - all of it came to her chest as she held her son.

It wasn’t long before both of them were crying. She held Sacha tightly, pulling him close like she would never let him go.

“We missed you,” she hiccuped a bit. “We missed you so much, Sacha. It’s so good to see you again.”

“I missed you. I thought about you and Papa every day.”

She hugged him tighter at that. Eventually, Sacha’s dad joined the hug, tears rolling down his face, too.

“We never thought we would see you again, Sacha,” his dad said, holding both Sacha and his mother tight.

“I- I still can’t believe I’m out.”

“Yes, and now you’re in my arms. You never have to go back. That much, I promise you,” Sacha’s mom whispered into his hair, rubbing it gently.

They were silent, hugging and crying and making up for the four years lost in precious, loving seconds.

“How did it happen? How did you get out?” his mother eventually asked, pushing Sacha back a bit so she could look at him.

“M- The man who kept me, he died of an infection. I was able to escape. He left my room unlocked.”

His mother smiled and cupped his face, right below the scar Emery had left on his cheek. When Sacha looked into her face, it was as though she’d aged ten years in the four he’d been gone.

“So, a miracle. God was watching over you.” She smiled warmly. “Your birthday is in two weeks. We’ll be able to celebrate it together. You’re even home for Christmas. I never believed I would see another one of your birthdays or spend another Christmas with you.”

Her face contorted with sadness as she started sobbing again, pulling Sacha close.

When all had calmed down and the stories and emotions of years had been passed silently through hugs, Cyril came from behind.

“Mrs. and Mr. Matisse, my name is Cyril Galanos. I found your son after he’d escaped. I’m a former doctor and I was able to help nurse him back to health.”

Sacha’s mom walked towards Cyril, smiling. “You’re my son’s guardian angel?”

Cyril took a moment of pause, then smiled a bit. “I guess so.”

Her eyes filled with emotion as she looked upon the long-haired, tattooed doctor. “I cannot put into words my thanks. You gave us our son back. I just… you saved him. You’re practically family for that. We will forever be in your debt.”

A twinge of sadness flickered through Cyril’s eyes as he smiled genuinely at Sacha’s mom. “You don’t owe me anything. It’s okay.”

“Please, allow us to have even one meal with you. I’ll drive you to my home and pay for your plane ticket and fare back.”

“Well, I- um, I cooked you and your husband food. I didn’t know if you’d eaten on your way here.”

“No, no, you’re too kind!”

Cyril smiled, opening the door to his cabin. “I insist. We can eat outside if it makes you more comfortable.”

Sacha’s mom moved towards the door when Sacha willingly went inside, patting Cyril’s shoulder. The bond between the two men was obvious. This was not the man who’d hurt Sacha. And he had been hurt. She could see it in his eyes and the way he carried himself now.

Sacha’s mom looked around, taking in the whole place. She noticed the handmade bed, the thick, warm bed sheets, the warm fireplace, the medical supplies, the glasses on Sacha’s face, and the cat that wandered around the place. Sacha had been cared for - that much was obvious. His dad went straight to the table. Ever since an accident at his work, well, Sacha guessed it was five years ago, he had a bad knee that acted up if he stood for too long.

Cyril went into the kitchen and served the food. Amber came from around the bend to Cyril’s bedroom to investigate the new people.

Sacha’s mom laughed a bit. “Is the cat yours, Cyril?”

“No, she’s all Sacha’s. Sacha raised her.”

“Well, then, I guess she’s coming with us.”

They all exchanged a laugh, then silence fell over them.

“Really, Cyril, if you think of anything we can do to repay you, let us know, okay?”

Cyril nodded, but looked pensive as he began to eat his soup. Sacha wondered what was on his mind and if, after tomorrow, he’d ever see Cyril again. The thought didn’t sit well with him. How was he supposed to choose between his family and the man who’d saved him? His brother.

That’s tomorrow’s problem, Sacha.

Again, that little Cyril-voice in his head told him everything would be okay. Sacha just had to believe it.

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