#i happened to jump on pt for the first time in forever & i JUST happen to find this. ough thank u....

[vellichorom]

THIERRY SPOTTED ON PONYTOWN !!!!!! CRYING SOBBING RIGHT NOW IT'S SO CUTE...

( the uber delicious cosplay on the right is @noir-hill's! FINDING YOU BY SOME LUCKY CHANCE WAS SUCH A DELIGHTFUL SURPRISE! THANK YOU! )

[ambrosiagoldfish]

Can you write more Adam fics plz there so freaking good

Benefit of the Doubt PT.2

Adam x 3rd Spouse! Reader

Viewer discretion is advised

Warnings: Hurt/Comfort, Fluff to Angst to comfort, General Adam TW’s, Reader lowkey-highkey has a complex about being loved, Panic attack (I’m not even sure if this is correct term or not), Adam is afraid of heights (makes sense in story) This is set way before the show, and Gn! Reader (Y/n is once again not used lol)

Part 1 Part 3 Part 4

Request Box: Open

Word count: 3136

A/N: Hi! I’d like to Thank you all for the love and support on Part 1! It means a lot that you all enjoyed it as I loved writing it! I’d also like to apologize for this being a week late, I honestly had 0 idea on how to start this one and then a bunch of stuff in my life happened, so it was a mess.

So as an apology I tried to make this one longer than the first! (I seemed to go a little overboard but it’s fine)

Anyways I hope you all enjoy part 2 to ‘Benefit of the doubt’ and as always, if you do, please tell me if want another part in replies/requests/DM’s!

Proofread but of course could have missed something

Tags: @tired-of-life-86

To think love could feel this good.

You were made for it, to give it, receive it… You’ve waited your entire existence for this love, This closeness. It doesn’t even feel real now, even as you’re walking down the golden lined streets of heaven with his arm wrapped around you, all while you’ve been showing him around. The best places to eat, entertainment, or just a nice park. You made sure to show him all of it.

He kept his wings tucked to his sides, the gold contrasting with the white of his robe. The feathers at first glance looked sharp, but now, being so close to him, you could see each of them individually and how soft they must be.

“Hey Sweetcheeks, my eyes are up here”

You jump slightly “Sorry… Adam.” You avert your eyes away from him and focus them in front of you.

Adam laughed “I didn’t say you had to fuxkin’ to stop”

His wings truly were beautiful. It was hard to keep your eyes off them. Adam had only got to heaven recently, it made you wonder if he had the chance to use them yet. You remember when you were first created, wings took forever to get used to. You crashed and fell so many times before you figured out how to use them

Properly.

“Ok seriously, you keep staring, what the fxck is up with you?”

“It’s nothing, just…. Have you tried out your wings yet?”

“Uh, yeah totally, they’re rad as hell” Adam’s voice drifted off, the LED eyes of his mask looking away from you as you both walked. Was he… lying? Why would he lie?

You quickly walked in front of Adam, leaving his warm embrace, gently you took his hands as your wings picked you off the ground. The gust of wind with each flap softly blew around you.

“Well, come on, it will be faster than walking.” Your voice was soft and airy. Slowly, so very slowly, you lifted yourself higher from the ground, Adam’s hands locked firmly in yours, as he was pulled with you in the air.

“W-Wait a- shit- Wait a- motherfuxking second“ Adam yelled strand after strand of curses as you both lifted further and further into the air. His body flailed and his legs kicked against nothing. You pull him to you, his arms quickly snake around your waist, holding on for his dear After-life.

“Adam… did you lie to me?” Your voice was still so soft, so calm, so sweet.

“Fuck- yes I lied, I’m sorry, so put me the fuck down you crazy asshole-“ Vulgar as ever, his voice had fear in it, the LED eyes were forced shut and his grip around you was getting tighter and tighter.

Your arms wrapped around Adam’s head as you laid back, letting The wind breeze from the air pull and push you along its path with your wings soaring through the clouds..

“Adam, it’s ok, I promise you’re fine, all you have to do is open your eyes.”

You pet the back of his neck trying to sooth him which seemed to work after a few seconds. Adam didn’t want to, he really didn’t want to open his eyes. But the longer he kept them close, the more you would whisper soft words of encouragement to him. Eventually, his eyes slowly but surely opened.

“See? There is nothing to be scared of. I’ve got you.”

You hold him closer in your embrace. Adam looked below, the white vastness of heaven’s clouds beneath you both felt unreal, but as amazing a sight it was, Adam’s grip on you didn’t loosen.

“So… I’m guessing you don’t know how to fly yet?” You laugh a little, rubbing a spot on his back, just between his wings comfortingly.

Adam huffed and looked away “oh! I couldn’t fxcking see that!”

You held him close to you. The embrace seemed never ending, and you loved every second of it. Feeling the warmth of his plump body next to you was like a dream come true.

“Here let me just…”

You moved your hands slowly down his arms, caressing the soft flesh as they moved to eventually be at his hands behind you. You began to leisurely undo the grip he had around you.

“What do you think you're doing-“

“Shhh, relax, just trust me, ok?”

With each finger being removed from you, the grip lessened bit by bit, until eventually his hands were fully in yours. Your face leaned closer to his,

“Come on, just give your wings a good flap, trust me.”

“Ugh…. Fine but I swear to god if you let go-“

“I won’t.” Your voice was firm, yet still remained reassuring.

Adam didn’t want to do this. He really didn’t want to. But what other choice did he have? He gruffs and extends his wings from his body. The wind brushed and tickled at his feathers. The way the light hit them caused a glare of gold to be cast from them, enveloping you both. Then, he gave two hard flaps of his wings, he lifted up slightly before quickly falling back to where he was.

“There you go! Now keep doing that.”

Adam continued, his wings slowly pushing him up and up before being sent back down when he stopped. This repeated for a few minutes until he finally got a grip on it. The entire time, you were laughing. Pure unadulterated laughs of joy.

Truly, to think love could feel this good?

“See? You're a natural!”

“Of course I am! I’m the Original Dick, obviously I’d… be good at this… flying… shit.” With all the parading he was doing he kept forgetting to use his wings causing him to fall. ‘A natural’ may have been an overstatement on your part, but hey? At least he hasn’t fallen flat on his face yet!

Gently, you led him through air, giving him reassurance every few feet you flew, never letting go. Seconds turned to minutes, minutes to hours. Before you knew it a brisk orange sunset encased you both with its hue. That’s when you realized just how long you both had been flying.

“You must be tired with sightseeing all day… I think it’s time we go home and rest, yeah?”

“Home?” Adam’s voice sounded for a moment genuinely confused. Had he not been told he’d have a place to live in heaven? As much respect you had for Sera, you’ll have to file a complaint to avoid this with future souls.

You gripped his hand and opened your wings letting the wind lead you through the clouds and above the city. The angels below look like ants at the height you both were. It was peaceful, the flight back home. But it did seem… off? So… quiet? You couldn’t put it together, at least not at the moment, But Adam hadn’t spoken a word since you both left.

Adam, while yes, he was initially confused, it made sense to him, why wouldn’t heaven have a place for its people, a place for each of them to relax, to feel safe, happy, at home.

Home was such a weird word for Adam. Has he ever felt like a place was his ‘home’? The closest thing to it was the Garden of Eden but even that proved to be anything but a home for him. Ever since that snake entered his garden.

No. He can’t think about that now. He doesn’t want to have to think about that again. But oh-do thoughts love to worm their way back into your mind when you least want them to. He’s snaps out of his thoughts when your voice picks up

“Ok, we’re here! Just get yourself settled in and I’ll go make us something to eat. I didn't really know what food you’d like so I mainly just have junk food… I hope that's ok.”

Adam nods his head nonchalantly

You smile, waking him over to the small, plush couch in the living room and handing him a blanket and some pillows. Telling him to wait a second as you fetch some food, leaving him alone.

Adam thought your house seemed welcoming enough, ‘well… our house’ Adam thought. The living room was dark aside from a few luminous lights around the room as well as the small blue gleam from the windows from the night sky.

The couch was comfortable and the pillows just as much. And the blanket you gave him was soft and warm. This really was heaven, huh?

His thoughts are, once again, interrupted by your voice, “Ok here we go, I’ve got snacks and some soda” you say, handing him some of the many food you ravaged from your fridge and sitting beside him, wrapping yourself in the shared blanket.

Grabbing the remote lying next to you, you flick on the TV flipping through the channel before ending on a cheesy sitcom, you keep the volume low wanting to enjoy any conversation with Adam. Except… he never started one. So that’s what felt off.

The entire time you flew back home, got snacks and found something to watch. He hadn't said a word. You may not have known him long but even you had already picked up that he was an advid talker in a conversation.

“Is… everything ok Adam?” You whispered, not want to scare him with your random words.

“What kind of question is that, I’m fxcking fine… I’m fine.” His voice trailed off at the end almost getting as quiet as yours.

“Are you sure cause-“

“I said I’m fuxking fine!” His voice roared through the dark room. Gritty and callous, but you could tell it was meant to hide something. Something he didn’t want you to see.

“I’m sorry…” you paused. What did you want to say from here? What could you say? You took a deep breath and tried to continue. “I… I know I said this earlier… when Sera left.”

Adam’s LED mask looked away from you half shut eyes and a frown forming a scowl on it, but still he let you continue.

“But I’m going to say it again anyways cause… I mean it. I’m really happy to have you here. To finally have you home” you place your arm around Adam’s back rubbing it soothingly as let your head slowly lax onto him, gently cuddling close to him.

That word again… home. That’s all he could think about ever since he first heard you say it. Why? Why couldn’t he get it out of his head? His breathing was becoming unsteady with each new thought and image his brain made. Lilith and Eve, they were made to be apart of his home, for him to be apart of their homes. So why? Why did it end that way?

Suddenly Adam leap from the couch as fast as he could, the shear force knocking you to the other side of the couch, sending the food to scatter and drinks to spill to the floor.

“Adam!?” Your voice was frightened at the sudden movement. Adam looked just as frightened as you, at least from what you could tell through the LED mask. He suddenly began running, where? he didn’t know, the rooms in the house looked the same. But all he knew is that he needed to be away from you. You followed quickly behind him and pleaded for him to tell you what was wrong, but eventually he ran into a room and locked the door.

He looked around, already out of breath. He was in a bathroom. He felt his knees give out under him as he tried to slowly sit down by the tub. His breath heavy, it was hard to breathe, this stupid mask. He needed it off. But just as he went to do so,

*rattle rattle rattle*

The doorknob began to move followed by frantic knocking on the door.

“Adam! Are you ok?!” Your voice pleaded through the wood of the door.

“Fuxk- I'm fine! How many times do I have to tell you that shit” his voice cracked a few times followed by a strand of curses leaving his lips.

Home. The word repeated like a mantra in his head. Like it was mocking him. Was he not meant to have a place he called a home? To have someone to return to, who would tell him “welcome back!” Without even being told to?

Lilith hated him, Eve betrayed and hurt him like no one else before, ever. They were made to be with him, one was literally made to be his other half. The garden, his home, was taken from him because of something, someone he couldn’t control. it all comes back to him. That albino snake in the grass.

Lucifer, ‘The dreamer’… was this some sort of game to him? To toy with his emotions, treat him like some kind of plaything to mess with, to screw over? What kind of life was it? To have every opportunity and opening be broken down by him, And Adam being powerless to stop it?

“Adam! Please open the door!” Your voice was even more frantic now, knocking every few seconds before it quickly quieted down. Your body slumped against the door.

“Adam… I’m sorry if I hurt you or… or if I was going too fast… I didn't mean to… I’m so sorry…” your breath hitched with tears.

And then there was you.

You have been nothing but kind to him since you met him. You showed him around heaven, taught him how to fly and welcomed him home without having being told to. You were so different. So, so very different. Adam figure that out a while ago now. But in reality, it’s exactly why he was terrified.

To have someone who loves him so... unconditionally.

*click*

The sound of the door unlocking drew your attention and was followed by it slowly opening from Adam on the other side, still on the floor.

“Adam!” Your voice was low, already tired from crying. You crawled your way toward him before stopping in front of him, tears still falling from your face, “I’m sorry Adam, I’m sorry-“ you were cut off by a quick movement.

Warmth enveloped you, clouding your senses as a soft weight laid onto you. Arms wrapped their way around you in an embrace.

“Shit- it's not your fault, it was never your fault…” Adam’s voice was surprisingly soft, a stark contrast to his regular tone. Sincerity evident with each word. All you could do was hide into his large frame and cry at the words.

Adam was never good at comforting people. He himself was never comforted, so the concept was more than a bit foreign to him. But even still, he tried. Slowly he helped you both up from the bathroom floor and made your way back to the couch.

The floor was covered in the discarded food you both left behind. The spilled soda is now dried and sticky. Crumbs everywhere.

“Here.. let me get a mop and broom-“

“No just sit down, I’ll clean up the shit I made” you lay down on the couch and watched as Adam swept and mopped the mess from the floor. The entire time the silence hung in the air by a thread. Neither of you wanting to be the one to snap the string and speak.

Finally Adam got done cleaning the mess and made his way to the couch. He sat down and gestured for you to come closer. Crawling over to him, he wrapped the blanket around you both allowing you to snuggle into him.

“Do…” your voice barely audible “Do you want to talk about it?”

Adam looked hesitant but nodded.

“You know about everything, right? About… what all happened in Eden?

You nod against his chest content on listening.

“When… When Lilith left me, I thought I didn't care as much as I did. I thought she was a bitch and that was that. And it didn’t help that as soon as she left, I got Eve…”

He paused

“Then, when I found out about that shit between Eve and Lucifer… I didn’t care then either, but I didn’t understand why…” his voice hitched “but when I ate that damn apple… I realized how hurt I should have been. All the concepts of right and wrong, good and evil, learning all of it through that fruit, I realized one shitty truth… that the one I loved betrayed me.”

You hugged him tighter softly, your hands caressed his stomach as some form of comfort before he continued.

“For the same person- Both of them for that snake…”

“Adam… I’m so sorry you had to go through that.”

“And that’s why… I’m scared. Scared that I will fuxk up again and get… attached to you. Because every. single. time. He ruins it. And I don't want to see that happen with you.”

Your heart ached for him, the saddening look of his LED mask as he talked only furthered your emotions. Slowly your hands made their way to his face, he looks at you confused, your fingertips crept under the mask before his hand shot up and held your wrist slightly, carefully not holding it too tight.

“Sorry fuck- I’m.. I’m not ready.”

You smile and nod understanding “Adam. I love you… with all of my heart. And I would never do what those two done to you. “

Adam thought for a moment deciding what to say.

“Promise?” was all he could think of, his voice, mind, and body were all too tired to speak more about it.

You slowly remove your hands from his mask, instead taking one of his hands into yours.

“I promise, I would never betray you, let alone talk to that man” ever-so lightly, a soft golden glow burned between yours and Adam’s hands, the gold flame was warm and comforting to both of you as it rose and grew in strength.

From the flame, a string wrapped and warped itself around both yours and Adam’s pinky fingers. The string tightened and loosened as it moved, before finally melting away leaving only two solid gold rings behind, One on Adam’s finger and the other on yours.

“What the hell was that?” Adam’s voice was filled with bewilderment

“A deal- or I guess a promise. In this case”

“Shit, You didn’t have to do that-“ this time it was your turn to interrupt him. You bring Adam’s hand to your lips, and give a kiss on his newly formed ring before lying down and cuddling into Adam.

“I know.”

For once in his life, Adam felt at ease with love. How easy it was to fall for you.

Is this what home feels like?

[divinesolas]

Deja vu Pt. 2

Summary: You have successfully secured your marriage with aemond. But what of his reaction? what of what your family will think? Secrets are spilled, feelings are all mixed up and you are thrown into the future that you now have no clue what will happen, what will happen will only be what you make of it.

w.c: 10k

c.w: spoilers for the future of hotd mentioned, a lot of feelings, father daemon, and some smut. not proofread

a.n: sorry this took forever pls let me know what you guys think!! <3

taglist: @venmondiese @a-mexican-waffle @alwaysholymilkshake @seabasscevans @darylandbethfanforever9 @chloe-skywalker @m-riaa (if i missed anyone im sorry)

part one part three masterlist - requests are open

It takes you awhile to stand up. You sort of just sit there for a while, unable to believe what has just happened.

He had touched you.

He had kissed you.

One of your hands shakily comes up and touches your bruised lips, allowing yourself to get some semblance. It had been real, if the slick that sticks to your thighs and the pulsing ache between your legs was not enough.

Your legs wobble as you try to stand, you actually end up falling back onto the bench before you successfully stand and slowly make your way back to your room. Your mind is a muck. You can’t think. Not right now. Hopefully not ever. You don't want to think about anything. Not about what had just happened. Not about the dinner that will occur later. Not about Him. Nothing at all.

You will nap before dinner, a part of you hoping you don't wake up. You finally manage to get there after an agonizing walk, not before stopping a maid and requesting a bath drawn for you. You can't stand the sticky feeling between your legs. When you enter the room you let out a sigh of relief. You just want to mentally escape from it all so you jump when you turn around and clutch your chest.

“kepa.”

You and daemon had a different relationship than his other children. Your three birth brothers had not taken to calling him father, not that daemon was not nice to them. He treated them well and made sure they grew up to be proper men, but it had felt awkward for them. Rhaenyra and daemon married so quickly after your “fathers” death and it just had made things awkward.

To his and especially your mother's surprise you had quickly taken to calling him father which he enjoyed. He ended up showering you with affections he would normally only save for his dragon. You had no issue with him, not feeling the awkwardness your brothers had, you had no clue why but it just had become a habit to calling him father. You tried to ignore the guilt you felt whenever you would look at rhaena, knowing of her now strained relationship with him yet you would always get to spend time with him.

The two of you stare at each other for a moment before he motions to the chair next to him and pats the cushion. You cannot deny him, he had made his way to your room and was sitting at your table. You sit down next to him, fiddling with your hands in your lap as you look anywhere but him. You have yet to speak to him since yesterday morning, making an effort to avoid him at all costs. You know he would question you, swiftly interrogated you.

“Kepa-” “Let me speak first.” You swiftly close your mouth and tense. He crosses his arms and leans back into his card, his gaze doesn't leave your face. “You will tell me why you have been acting so strangely.” “I have not-” “You will not lie to me girl.” You stay silent for a while, your world feels like it's closing in around you. You close your eyes tightly, hoping the world will open up and suck you in, that a bolt of lightning will come and strike you.

Suddenly a hand is places on your leg and your head shoots up, his face has changed into a softer one, only reserved for you. “Skoros iksos ziry ao issa zaldrīzes?” (what is it you my dragon?)

You look down at your lap and your whirlwind of emotions comes spilling out. You tell him everything. From lucerys death to blood and cheese to rooks rest and to your death. Your plans of what you are doing now, why you are trying to do this. Everything. Though you admittedly leave out some details like what had just occurred this afternoon... It feels good to finally tell someone whats been going through your head.

You don't know how long you had been talking but once you stop the room is dead silent. He says nothing for a while, putting his hand on his chin and he looks as of he’s in deep thought. You anxious watch his face, your hands pick and prodded at the fabric of your dress, pulling on loose threads. You must sound insane and he will tell you as such.

“I believe you.”

Your mouth opens in shock. He taps his fingers on the table as he speaks, “Of course those fucking hightower cunts would do that. i should go slit their throats right now.”

You shake your head as you try not to think about how your stomach churns at the thought of aemond dying.

“That would be a terrible idea.”

“And you would rather lucerys die?”

“My plan will work kepa i am certain of it plus you would be hung for treason.”

“Is it truly treason if i have good reason? nobody likes them anyway i would be deemed a hero.”

“You do not like them kepa you do not speak for everyone.”

“Are you saying you like them? You like aemond?”

You don't know anymore.

These last couple months you had hated him. You despise him. Wished him dead every moment. But when you were kids you thought he was sweet. He never did anything truly wrong to you personally though you understand your siblings distain for him. You would always reprimand your brothers for following with aegon’s schemes and usually got them to apologize to him.

Maybe you had affections for him you kept locked up for a long long time. When you had come back to the keep for the first time you had thought he was handsome and tried not to think any deeper than that. It was easy when you were so distracted by your brothers trial and he had pissed you off when he called you all bastards during the dinner.

This reminds you of something you had forgotten. Did he still call you a bastard? Would he mumble it under his breath as you walk away from him?

You are probably the most clueless person in the whole keep.

“Does it matter if i do?”

“Were you with him just now?”

You nod, a confused look gracing you face as he laughs to himself. “What?”

“I could tell you like him very much.”

“Whatever do you mean?”

“It is very obvious to tell when a lady has been fooling around with a man. You are lucky i am the only one who wished to see you this afternoon.”

You flush as his hand comes up and fiddles around with your hair. Was it truly that obvious? You had been sitting here this whole time and he knew?

“kepa-”

“i will not question you on your affairs. You are free to do as you wish,” He holds up his hand to stop you from speaking, “and i truly do not wish to think about that hightower cunt putting his hands on you. and hopefully it was just his hands.”

“Daemon!”

“So im just daemon now? im hurt.”

You lean back in your chair and a silence befalls you two once more. The door opens and you two turn your heads to the maid. “Your bath is ready princess.” You nod and wave her away, stating you wished to bath yourself this afternoon, because you would be embarrassed about how messy you must be but request someone sent in to help you get dressed. She nods and leaves swiftly.

You turn to daemon who stands and you follow suit. He grabs your arms and stares at you. “if you truly believe your plan will work i will advise you to try and put a wedge between himself and the rest of his family. He will choose them over you in a heartbeat. You must swiftly put in the effort and attempt to make him not trust them. However you see fit.”

He places a kiss on your forehead but before he can walk off you grab his arm, “You are not going to do anything stupid right?”

He merely smirks at you and that tells you all you need to know, letting go of his arm and not even bothering to watch him leave as you quickly make your way to the tub before undresses and submerging yourself to the steaming hot water.

You scrub and your scrub at any exposed skin you can reach hoping to scrub off whatever infectious potion he has laced into your skin. You can’t help but think about him, and attempt to ignore the way a heated pit forms in your stomach as you recall his words, his actions, what he had done to you.

You don’t know how to feel, you wish someone would come down and give you the answers you seek. Why did feelings have to be so complicated? You scrub until your skin turns red before throwing your head back against the tub and closing your eyes. He seemed rather eager to engage in your ‘affections’ you cant tell if it stems from him being able to tell you are trying to trick him or if he is genuine and wants you.

You had apparently fallen asleep and are woken to a maid shaking your shoulder concerned urging you out of the bath quickly as you had been in there far too long, your hands and feet had pruned. You look to the window and see the sun had set, were you truly in the tub for that long?

The maid holds the dress you had been wearing the last time you were at the dinner and an idea pops up into your head. “I wish to wear the newer dress.” She looks at you shocked, “Something big is happening tonight i should like to look my best.” You know this will cause the maids and the squires to talk and that's exactly what you want, you want them to be on edge this whole dinner, waiting for the bomb that will inevitably drop and by the look on the maids face as you grin happily you can tell this will be the talk of the keep halls.

You see the look of shock when you open your door on jacaerys face as he looks upon your outfit, “You,, look beautiful sister.” You smile and grab his arm, “and you look as proper as ever brother.” “Do not humor me.” “I am merely stating the truth.” You say with a laugh that has him glaring at you and pinching your arm causing you to yelp and slap his chest.

You soon enough walk into the dinning hall with lucerys and the dragon twins trailing behind you and immediately look to aemond who stands in front of aegon with a bored look. You freeze as you see him look at you and a light smirk befalls his face, you decide to be brave and keep your eyes on him as he stares for another long moment before he looks back. Aegon turns his head and looks at you with a tilt of his head before back to his brother and quickly back to you before turning once more and the two seemingly begun to be in a heated discussion.

You eyes however wonder off to otto who stands in a far, dark corner of the room a squire speaking into his ear before his eyes lock onto you and he looks worriedly back at otto before he bows and walks off. Otto looks over at you with what can only be interpreted as annoyance and curiosity, you merely wiggle your fingers at him in a little wave before you walk over to a seat. You choose to sit near lucerys in the hopes to keep his attention off of aemond though when you look at aemond as he sits you see that he does not look pleased.

You cannot worry about it now as viserys is brought in and alicent starts with a prayer. You look at aemond whos lost in prayer his hands folded neatly in front of him with his eye closed. He looks like a painting, like if someone had hand painted or a statue that someone had hand carved. It is rare to see a man as handsome as he is. Your eyes widen as he opens his eye to look at you before it closes again and you swiftly turn away from his direction to lucerys who is eyeing his plate but looks up at you and smiles.

Soon enough the food is brought and the on slot of speeches occur. It’s jarring to hear the same phrases and the same sentences heard over and over and over again. You merely continue to conversate with lucerys in the hopes aemond will not get irritated as he did last time. Something out of the ordinary does happen as viserys taps on his glass and everyone turns to look at him.

“In light of this beautiful day i would like to give one last final announcement.” You hold your breath and look to daemon who looks at you with a raised brow and a small chuckle. “I am so happy to know our families will join together once more with the engagement of my son aemond and rhaenyra's daughter y/n.” The table grows dead quiet. Even the staff in the room stops in their place at his words.

Alicent is the first to break it, “That is,,,” She struggles to finish her own sentence as she blinks rapidly, “So wonderful.” Rhaenyra straightens up in her seat and brushes her hand down the front of her dress letting out a confused sound before she speaks, “Yes, so wonderful, what brought on such a decision.”

“y/n had come to me and ask for permission herself.”

At this every head in the room turns in your direction, you let out an anxious laugh as you quickly wipe a drop of sweat that begins to run down your face and let a clearly forced smile grace your face.

Aegon quickly begins to laugh, almost falling out of seat as alicent leans forward to scold him. As daemon begins to chuckle rhaenyra places her hand on his arm, “Did you know about this?” He does not answer, continuing to merely shake his head as he takes another drink from his cup.

You look at the dragon twins and jacaerys who are staring at you with wide eyes while you feel lucerys place his hand on yours, “What is going on sister?” You shrug as you try your best to keep the smile on your face under their stares, “I do not know what you wish for me to say. You should remember what i said.” Jacaerys leans towards you his face furious, “But that should not mean you must marry the man!” His words are hushed yet angry but he seems to settle down a little as baela places a hand on his shoulder. You simply shake your head and do not dare to look at aemonds direction, instead choosing to fiddle around with the food on your plate.

You are so curious to know what he is thinking and you do not attempt to listen to their side of the table, instead as much as you hate it, focus on the scolding you are getting from your siblings and they do not seem to care you give them no response. Things around you finally begin to settle down as viserys is carried out the room and the room grows quiet again.

You grow more and more anxious as you watch helaena speak and know that in the past this is when the night began to fall apart. You rack your mind quickly as you try to decipher what to do. You still do not dare to look at aemond as if he would be any help. You do not bother to think before you act as you see jacaerys almost stand to go offer helaena a dance as you shoot up from you seat holding your cup as everyone stares at you. “I know everyone is sick of speeches but if i could give the last one.”

You relax as you see jacaerys settle into his seat and stare up at you as you take a deep shaky breath before you speak. “I would first and foremost like to acknowledge how wonderful it is to be here with everyone despite the unfortunate circumstances,” You let out a light laugh awkward laugh before continuing, “and i would mostly like to shout out my future husband.” You finally look at him.

He is as stoic as ever but he keeps his eye firm on you. You look for any sort of reaction from him but he merely continues to stare at you like you’re nothing and you lose your confidence, “um,,” You look to daemon who raises his eyebrows at you and his words from earlier come pummeling back into you.

He will choose them over you in a heartbeat. You must swiftly put in the effort and attempt to make him not trust them. However you see fit.

“Our union is a beautiful one, though my letters to you had gone unanswered, i am more than hopeful to make up for the lost time with a timeless bond we shall share. To us.” Your raise your glass to him as his eye widens and his head slowly turns to his mother and otto who look confused at your words and you sit down swiftly with a satisfied look.

Even if he does not like you, you believe letting him believe you had attempted to contact him the years you were apart and alicent or otto or both had hid it from him would be enough to atleast allow him to feel a bit of discomfort towards them, even though you knew it was not enough you would have to do more.

To your relief or maybe even your horror the night quickly closes after your speech and you are unsure of what to do now. This was uncharted territory. In the past you were quickly rushed to your room to pack up your stuff to leave but now you were saying a friendly goodnight to their side of the family and swiftly rushing out of the room before aemond or anyone for that matter could approach you.

You try your best to make it to your room, you can even see the door before you are suddenly scooped up and throw over his shoulder. “kepa put me down!”

“Your mother wishes to speak to you.” “I don’t want to.” you groan in defeat as you try to pull yourself off him but he keeps his arms firmly around you until you walk into a room and he places you down on the couch before taking a seat next to you.

You avoid eye contact with your mother who is pacing directly Infront of you. “I am very angry with you.” “I am sorry mother.” She runs his hands sown her face and stops pacing, standing straight at you with her arms crossed. “This is not something to take lightly you must consult me on these types of things.” “I’m sorry.”

You look down at your lap as you rethink over your decisions. Maybe you did not think this through. You should have talked to her atleast and now she has to deal with the stress of your rash decision. She sits down next to you and grabs your hands in hers. “Is this truly what you want?”

You don’t know anymore. Tonight went a lot better than you had expected. Well maybe it had only gone well because you had intervened when you did but maybe you did not need to marry him for this family to be salvaged. But you certainly cannot take it back now. Maybe you could, maybe they could convince viserys he had imagined the whole thing and you guys could go back to normal which meant the two of you would never speak.

Yet you cannot risk anything happening to your family.

“Yes it is mother.” She lets out a long breath and tightens her grip on you, “Then it is done.”

You let out a shaky breath as you put a grin on your face. You cannot tell how you feel but you are more curious about how he must feel about all this. He must be so confused and you hope he is at least pleased about it. Someone must be.

“Then we will return home in a few days and you can stay here-“

“no!”

You and daemon say at the same time, both of you sitting up in alarm and she leans back in shock looking between the two of you.

“what is with you two? is there something you aren’t telling me?”

the two of look at one another slowly before you turn back to rhaenyra.

“of course not.” “certainly not mother.”

She squints her eyes at the two of you, “are you sure?”

“definitely not.” “No no no.”

She moves on despite clearly not believing you guys. “Then we shall stay, if you so insist…”

you and daemon let a sigh of relief and she continues to look at you two confused. “I will let you two keep this secret you have for now but you will tell me the next time i ask you hear me?”

“yes mother.”

She leans over and cups your cheeks, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “now me and your father have much to discuss. Head straight to bed.” You nod and turn to your father placing a kiss on his cheek causing him to smile and grab your face lightly before you stand and say goodnight leaving the room.

You cannot wait to get back to room so you can finally relax for the first time this whole evening, quickly flopping onto your bed and trying to sleep having no regard to change out of your dress merely wishing to escape to the dream world. Now you were walking into this blind, you have so much false confidence as you knew how the events would play out but now you are more than lost. In the past you had been packing up your stuff to hop on a carriage back to dragonstone but now you were staying in the keep. Betrothed.

You had not thought this far clearly. You would be married. It was your duty of course and your mother had begun talking about finding you a suitor but you always brushed it off believing it to be a problem for future you. But future you is here and now you will have to do as women do and marry, lay on the birthing bed to have children.

You will think about this tomorrow. as you fade off into dream land, a small part of you hopes to meet him there.

“Aemond you must see reason they clearly are trying to manipulate you. I shall talk to the king and make him-” “There is no need.”

“Aemond! I will not allow you to marry that girl, you know what she is a b-” “Do not say it.”

Alicent is desperate to get aemond to care about this the way she does but aemond seemed so far away, simply staring at the wall not sparing her a glance. This was not the son she knew, the son she raised and she did not like that.

“Aemond please-“ “Did she truly send me letters?” Alicents blinks, shocked at his question, frozen in confusion, when he scoffs at her appearance and goes to stand she snaps out of it and stands with him. “Obviously she did not aemond. She is lying! I cannot believe you are allowing her to get into your head like this!” Aemond says nothing as she grabs his forearms and looks into his eye. “They are lying to you aemond this is scheme to get you to fall into their trap, to lure you int a false sense of security, son please.”

The two stand in silence for a good moment. The only words exchanged is another please escaping alicents lips. Yet he says nothing at all merely ripping his arms from her grip and fleeing from her room leaving her to call after him. He did not turn back and she flops down on the couch in defeat. Her head in her hands, what was she to do?

You wake up to maids urging you out of bed, scolding you for having fallen asleep in your night clothes and swiftly rushing you to a bath. For a moment you had forgotten about the events of last night and you were at peace until as you were getting dressed another maid came into the room.

“The queen has requested to have tea with you princess.”

You certainly cannot refuse a request from the queen no matter how sick it made you. As you are led there you try to run though any scenario you could think of, would she try to talk you out of the engagement? Would she berate you for lying about sending aemond letters? What if she was actually happy about the betrothal? no certainly not. You remember her clear distain at the idea of halaena and Jacaerys getting married and you’re certain she feels no different about you. maybe you could try and convince her it would be beneficial. But you have no benefits to your name and in truth neither does aemond. Both set to inherit nothing. Your brothers to claim driftmark and dragonstone you truly have nothing to your name other than your blood.

There were no benefits to marrying you. Similar to aemond but he could have a much better life, marry into one of the great houses and become the head of the house. You have stripped him of that, even in the past he was set to marry into house baratheon, though you know he does not honor these arrangements, and had prospects a plenty. And you have stripped him of that. You should be happy he is stuck marrying you for he has lost the ability to inherit anything, yet you cant find yourself happy you only feel sorry for him.

You mentally prepared so hard that when you walked into the room you are unsure what to do when you see your mother and alicent sitting side by side chatting with smiles on their face with aemond sitting opposite of them, a free chair besides him. When they see you they rush you over to sit down next to them, aemond stand and pulls out the chair for you. You let out a hushed thank you as you smile at him and he hums with a faint of smirk on his face as he looks you over before sitting back down himself.

You are poured a cup before the commotion begins once more. “Now that you’ve arrived we should talk about the pressing matters.” You gulp and glance at aemond who blinks. The two ladies flow back into the discussion they were in before, a light argument with both of them showing their stubborness. “It is tradition she be married in the ways of the old gods and it is valriyan traidition. Im sure your son would also like to be married in the way all his ancestors had been.” “And my son also follows the faith of the seven and it would be incredible disrespectful to him should he not be married under the seven.”

“Why dont we just do both?” They turn to you and you merely shrug. “we could do a smaller more intimate ceremony with just family on dragonstone before we have a more formal wedding in the grand sept or whatever its called. Its respectful for both of us and everyone is happy,” you turn to aemond who is already looking at you, “Right?” He hums once more and nods, “Though it matters not to me where we marry it is a good idea nonetheless.”

The two women contemplate the idea before alicent begrudgingly agrees. “It is not an awful idea. but it would be hard to secure the grand sept.” This has your mother turning to her confused. “why ever not?” “Aemond is my second son, we only got the grand sept for aegon because-“ “The high septon shall listen to me when i ask. She is my first daughter and is to be treated as such.”

So the two ladies were in agreement and you let out a sigh of relief. Though you could feel alicents stare burning into you whenever she thought you could not notice but she was more than obvious. Youre more than grateful for the two other people in the room for only the gods know what she would be saying to you should the two of you be alone.

they get so lost in their conversation they barely even notice the two of you. You cant help but glance at aemond and he appears bored, fiddling around with a coin between his fingers. you ignore the fact that your thighs squeeze together while you eye his fingers for a moment too long. “im sorry.” you cant help but say in a hushed voice in his direction. He looks upon you shocked, glancing quickly to his mother but the two barely notice him before he looks back at you. “whatever for?”

“for dropping this on you so suddenly. I was wrong not to consult you before asking grandsire.” You do not know why you feel so sorry now. He is the man who killed your brother for gods sake but now youre sitting here feeling sorry for him? His eye is wide as he looks at you blinking as if he had not heard you right. He takes a few moments to compose himself before he coughs lightly into the fist of his hand. “You should not apologize. I am more than happy that you had asked him about it.” You tilt your head as your heart pounds in your chest, “He probably would have rejected me when i would have asked. My mother would certainly never do it in my stead.” “You planned on asking him?” Your words are strained yet still hushed.

He leans in closer to you and you freeze. “If i have not been obvious enough with my affections then allow me to make them clear to you now. I planned on marrying you whether our family agreed or not. If you do not believe me i am more than happy to show you how i feel like how i had done in the garden.”

You flush as he pulls away. a rush of emotions flow into you, you’re sure your soaked under your dress right now but you cant think about that right now as the two women turn to look at you guys. “I believe it is best we wait a few months to even think about these weddings,” “And i say its best we begin the prep immediately there is no reason to wait but maybe it is best we wait.”

You cannot let them push the wedding back too far. You would even prefer if this union was set in stone right here right now. You worry what will happen within the family should you wait too long to marry. Luckily for you aemond steps in, “I see no reason for delay, wouldnt you like for our father to be present for the ceremony? If we wait too long who knows what could happen.”

You are more than happy he stepped in instead of you though you doubt his reasons for wanting to push the wedding up are as pure as your reasoning is. Alicent, despite the flash of irritation that crosses her face a sad look graces it in its stead and she nods in agreement. “You are right. yet i doubt he would be able to travel to dragonstone in his condition.” “He could travel to the grand sept no? Im sure it would make him more than happy if he could be there.” Alicent looks at rhaenyra before she nods her head, “yes i suppose he could.” “then the matter is settle, we shall have a wedding in the grand sept and the celebrations here then travel to dragonstone where they shall be married and then they could even stay on dragonstone for a few days by themselves it could be a little trip for them.”

You blush at the idea of being in your childhood home with just aemond. Alone. As a married couple. You dare glance at him again and he has a pleased look on his face. his eye reaches yours and the smirk on his face grows at your embarrassed expression. You cannot believe this. “That sounds lovely.” Alicents words are strained but she makes no complaints, realizing it is a 3 vs 1 situation she only looks to rhaenyra. “And when would we be having these ceremonies?” “I see no reason why we cannot have it in two weeks time.” A lump suddenly grows in your throat and you cough into your elbow. ”Two weeks? That is ridiculous! Imagine what the people would think, they would think that…” Alicents words trail off as rhaenyra looks at her with a pointed look and she takes a deep breath. She does have a point as much as you hate to admit it. If you were to announce a sudden wedding the people would certain think the worst, probably that he had gotten you pregnant and you were forced to marry. You certainly cannot handle that. “What if we say we have been betrothed since childhood but are finally getting married now that aemond is older?” Alicent certainly tries her best not to glare at you though you dont let her know shes doing a terrible job yet your mother nods. “Thats perfect. Then its settled yes?”

Everyone at the table, though alicent is reluctant, nods their head in agreement and rhaenyra smiles. “Then me and the queen have a lot to discuss so you two are dismissed.” You go to stand with aemond and your mother turns to you, “Tomorrow i will call you down for the wedding planning.” You nod and bow at alicent with a pleased look as you leave, aemond trailing behind you.

You let out a breath of relief after the meeting. You did not know if viserys would live to the next two weeks you did not even know if he would live to tomorrow. But atleast you knew you would be in the keep when it happened. but whatever happens after that you’re sure your father has it figured out. You barely even notice aemond is walking beside you, your head almost spinning from relief. When you grip your head he turns to you, “Are you alright?” You nod but he seems insistent, grabbing your arm and leading you to sit down on one of the benches aligning the walls.

You lightly thank him while he kneels in front of you, pressing a hand in front of you forehead. “You dont feel warm.” He mumbles more so to himself, you close your eyes and press your head against his hand, the warmth of his hands feels nice against your skin. When you flutter your eyes open he has a smug look on his face so you full back and roll your eyes. Suddenly you realize how reminiscent of the garden the position you two are in now and flush, turning away from him.

He chuckles at your expression , “I did not know my lady was of such an indecent mind.” You glare at him, “And how does the prime and perfect prince know what i am thinking of?” A familiar look graces his eye and he leans in closer to you. you hold you breath as his smirk grows. “Because i am thinking the same thing. No i am thinking much much worse things.”

His words are hushed like they are forbiden they should be forbidden, for the way you shift in your seat and the pounding of your heart. He almost goes into kiss you before his eye widens and he stands. Footsteps.

“Aemond.” helaena looks upon you and smiles, “Good sister.” You smile back at her as best you can and let out a shaky breath, “Princess.” “Please we are to be sisters, you should refer to me as such.” You nod and let a real smile grace your face at her kindness. You have always liked helaena for she has always been kind unlike her brothers. Your eyes widen when you see she is holding jaehaerys, memories of hearing of his death flash in front of you and you try not to let your surprise show on your face. “As you wish good sister.” A big smile grows on her face at your words. “I have always wanted a sister, i am glad you shall be joining us here in the keep.”

You are not shocked to hear she does not consider rhaenyra her sister why would she? But it does rattle you back to earth and remind you why you are doing all this in the first place. For her. Your mother. to prevent a future that might kill her, that would kill you kill you all. You cannot afford to be blinded by pretty words and shove whatever feelings you had down. Standing up you run your hands along your skirt and put on your nicest face. “I am more than happy to be becoming your sister then. Do you have any plans this afternoon?” “I am to take jaehaerys to his lesson then i suppose i am free.” “Then let us chat this afternoon? just us girls.” You add in fear of aemond attempting to insert himself where you fear he will be. She nods eagerly, “Join me in taking him then.” You nod and politely bow to aemond, not missing the gleam in his eye before joining helaena and walking off. “Enjoy your afternoon.”

You do not turn back at his words but helaena does and sends him a smile. His words rattle you more than you would like to admit. You listen to helaena talk about whatever she wished to with a smile, you should not only focus on getting in good graces with aemond it should have always been a priority to focus on earning the good will of the others aswell. You will never gain otto or alicents but helaena and maybe even aegon you could certainly swing in your favor.

Your next few days follow a simply routine, you wake up, eat breakfast with your family, join helaena for stitching, avoid aemond as much as possible though it is easy with him keeping to his sword work and his books, wedding plan with your mother and alicent in the afternoon then eat dinner with the hightowers where you would make conversation with aegon when no one else would. It was simple yet you felt like you were walking on borrowed time each and everyday. You felt a sense of anxiety with every move you made, like someone was waiting for you to slip up, you were waiting every moment for the ball to drop, for viserys to die. Yet it did not happen. The wedding approached closer and closer the beginning of the festivities would begin tomorrow and he was still alive and well, as well as he can be.

You had finished breakfast and were walking to go see helaena but freeze as he stands in the hall, pacing back and forth with his hands behind his back. At the sounds of your footsteps he looks up at you and stands tall, staring at you. “My lady.” You bow your head, “My prince.” You walk forward towards him and he keeps his position, his eye trailing your every move. You have not spoken much to him, enough to keep civil and keep his attention but not enough for anything really to occur between the two of you, merely small chatter. You intend to keep it that way and move to walk past him, “Good day-” “I wish for you to join me today.” You freeze in your movement and keep you back to him.

You do not know what to do. It would be wrong to refuse him but you are nervous you may not be able to control yourself should you be alone with him. “Helaena is preoccupied this day, and, call me selfish but i wish to hear my future wife say more than five words to me today, if that is acceptable.” The tone in his voice tells you he has a wicked face on and he is content knowing he has called you out. You take a deep breath and turn around, “Of course my prince. I shall join you.”

“Call me Aemond,” He hums as he looks down at your outfit, “I would say put on your riding gear but i am sure you do not have any. This dress with do. Come.” He offers you his arm and you nervously take it, his words worrying you. “Where are we going?” When you to not grab his arm he laces his fingers with yours and begins to walk you two down the hall. “You are to be my wife you shall meet vhagar, she is eager to take a ride.”

You almost argue you do have riding gear until you remember you do not have a dragon. You did not claim one until the war when you claimed a wild one. Your heart aches at the memory but it is only shoved down at the anxiety that trails its way up. “No certainly not. i will do no such thing.” He smiles at your reluctance and continues to urge you along outside of the keep and you walk along a path covered with trees.

“Do not fret i will not allow any harm to come to you. I simply wish to spend some time with you.” “and you wish to do that on a dragon? why can you not train for today yes? I will sit in the courtyard and watch you all day! there is to be a tourney tomorrow you know.” You do not wish to do this, growing more annoyed with every step you take. “Yes a tourney i am more than sure to win in your honor.” His chest is puffed and he looks straight ahead with the confidence of a true dragon.

You scoff, his overconfidence is something you allowed to slip past your mind. “You have never fought in a tourney aemond.” “so you believe i will lose? where has the kind women who sung my praises gone hmm?” Your eyes widen at his words. You have been a fool! allowing yourself to get too comfortable with him. “Forgive me aemond i-” He switfly cuts you off and is pleased at your nervous look. “No no please continue i am so eager to hear what you truly think of me.” You pause and rethink what you will do what you will say. You cannot afford to mess this up with time so fragile.

“Allow me to apologize, i have been denying myself from seeing you, for i fear what i will do should i.” This has him shocked and you smile as you gain the upperhand, he blinks before a smile graces his face pulling you closer to him his grip on your hand tightening. “I am glad we are one in the same.” You are certainly not one in the same but you are also certainly not lying. You do fear what you will do, how you will allow yourself to lose control. It frightened you how much he could do to you.

You freeze as you stand in front of vhagar, she leans to eye you down and you take a step back while aemond speaks to her. He grabs your hand and places it on her nose and she lets out a long breath. “She likes you.” You scoff and shake your head, “I bet she wants to eat me.” “She does not eat people.” Your mind reels back to lucerys and you sigh, gripping at your chest. “Dragons can do anything.” His brow is raised in question but does not dare to say anything. He allows you to get familiar with vhagar and you cannot find yourself to relax despite the fact she is making no clear moves to harm you and does not intent to. He watches you as you shake still in fear and he moves to grab you gently, turning you to him. “If you wish we turn back now we can, i will not force you.”

He once again gives you an out as he always does, whenever you try so hard to make him a bad guy in your head he always twists and turns the story where you end up feeling back for misleading him. You nod and attempt to stand tall and confidence. “I will go.” You will do what you have to, for your family, and it does not hurt that the genuine smiles that graces his face is gorgeous.

He assists you on her and moves to sit behind you, grabbing your hands and covering them with his as he grabs the handles. You already feel as though you are way to far up but when aemond calls for her to rise and fly you close your eyes as the winds hit your face. The only sounds you hear as the flapping of vhagars wings as you soar higher and higher. You do not dare open them despite the fact you have spent the last couple months dragon riding. You fear you will be reminded of your last moments in the sky before you had fallen off, your breath quickens and his head falls on your shoulder, his lips right next to your ears sending shivers down your spine when he speaks. “Open your eyes.”

You do and it is glorious. Riding around the areas of kings landing are much more gorgeous than war. When you look around you do not see smoke you do not hear the sounds of metal crashing and screams and shouts, what you see is beautiful waters and lands and what you hear is merely the rippling's of the wings and the sound of Aemond breathing. “Its wonderful.” He hum and presses a kiss against your neck, “there is nothing more wonderful than this.” You hope he means flying. You are sure he means flying. You gulp and keep your head straight, taking in the sight around you instead of focusing on him. “I get why you do this so often.” “It clears my mind, you should join me when i fly.” Certainly not. You will not yet you do not find yourself refusing. You say nothing as you continue staring out the scenery before you.

The two of you are silent for awhile simply taking in the sky until his hands leave the tops of yours and wrap around your waist instead. “What are you doing?” “I wish to thank you.” “whatever for?” “for wishing to marry me,” you freeze as you begin to sweat despite the cool air hitting you.

“I, am no more than a second son. A cripple. Yet you asked for my hand despite that. When i have nothing to my name other than the one you already share. So thank you.” Your heart shatters. You begin to feel an ache in your chest and you close your eyes and lean into him. You feel awful. Sick to your stomach. He does truly seem to care for you and that makes everything far worse. You cant help but think to yourself would it be so bad to love him? to allow yourself to truly be happy in your marriage and your future together? The man behind you is not the man who killed your brother at least not in this life. or maybe not yet.

Yet you cannot help but turn around to look at him, he pulls away and keeps a firm grip on your hips as he stares at you, a far away look in his eye. “I wish you would not thank me.” “Why not? You have done more for me than you know i merely wish to honor you the way you deserve.” You shake your head and let out a weak no, he must not continue for it hurts too much. “Please don’t,” “I will, i will until i can no longer breath, i will do anything for you.” He presses your foreheads together and you should swiftly pull away from him, turn away and keep yourself locked up tight but you allow him to despite what your head was saying because it is what your heart wished for. “I can offer you nothing.” You say in return as you hope its true, not just in titles in lands in anything but you pray you cannot return his feelings either. Yet he simple rubs his nose against yours and you let out a shuddering breath. “I do not care.”

Your hands find his face and he pulls away from you. You simply stare at him, your eye falling to his eyepatch which he is quick to notice and goes to pull it away from his face. You stop him, “You do not have to, if you do not wish.” He smiles and pulls it away from his face. You are gasp lightly at the glimmering sapphire in his eye. You run your hand under his eye and he leans into your hand. “it is beautiful. You are beautiful.” He shakes his head and presses his forehead against yours. “There is no one more beautiful than you.”

He kisses you. It is not similar to the past kiss you have shared. This kiss is simpler, one made of pure love. Like he is pouring himself into you and you drink every drop of it up. In this one moment nothing else matters. Not the past present or the future just you and aemond above the world. You ignore every worry, every voice in your head telling you this is wrong. Just the feeling of his lips on your and the grip of his hands on your hips. His lips leave yours and trail down the side of your jaw down your neck, licking and sucking at the skin he can reach. Your hands grip his shoulders and you are pulled even closer to him as you revel in the pleasure. His lips trail back up to reach yours once more as one of hands leaves your waist and trails under your dress.

You let out some heaving breaths as he pulls away from you. “Allow me to make my debts right. To give you what you are owed.” You do not even think before you nod, without a care in the world as he presses his lips against yours against he trails his fingers along your slit. Unlike last time he barely wastes anytime before two fingers enter your and you let out a long moan that aemond drinks up as his tongue finds its way in your mouth. You have never felt like this before, with the rushing winds and the feeling of his course fingers inside your walls, his thumb toying with your clit. Aemond pulls away from your lips and you drop your head into his shoulder as he continues his movements inside you.

“You feel so good my sweet, fuck i will never tire of this.” You feel in slip in a third finger causing you to hiss at the stretch. You can focus on nothing other than the way he’s making you feel, you had thought the garden was the best it would get but somehow this was even better, you feel that pit in your stomach grow and grow leading you to bite into the fabric covering his shoulder to silence your only growing moans. “I want to hear you my sweet,” And he certainly hears you, with your battered breaths and shaky moans right next to his ear you can feel himself harden against you. You almost wonder if you should help him but being so close to your release you only think of yourself.

“Aemond,,” “my sweet give me what i desire, cum.” His thumb against your clit quickens and you shake as you drip all over his fingers. They stay inside you for a moment, allowing you to settle in your release before he speaks to vhagar to have you land before he removes his fingers and you watch mesmerized as he takes each one in his hands, licking even at his palm to remove some that had dripped down. “Does it truly taste that good?” He hums with his eye closed as he pops the last finger from his mouth. “absolutely divine.”

You had not even notice you had been flying back to where you had taken off. He must have been steering with his free hand. He basically has to carry you off of vhagar as you legs do not seem to be working. You say nothing to one another until you are off the ground and you eye his hardness. “Do you not need any help with that?” That annoying smirk graces his face and he shakes his head. “I would not want a pretty little innocent girl like you to partake in such terrible terrible sins.” You roll your eyes at his words despite your shaky legs begin to walk away from him which he quickly catches up with you. The rest of your walk is in silence and he walks you back to your room and wishes you a good day until dinner before he leaves and you walk into your room before leaning against your door and letting out a shaky breath.

what were you going to do?

You quickly request a bath before stating that you will take a nap before dinner and sleep finds you quickly. Your dreams are filled of you and aemond, similar to how you had been this afternoon and you lose yourself in them. You had apparently been so lost when you open your eyes it is well past dinner and the sky is as dark as can be. You turn to the other side and hope that when you try to fall back asleep you can but a piece of paper on your bedside table as you sitting up.

meet me in the library.

No name attached to it and you think it could possible be aemond. but what could he want from you at an hour like this? certainly nothing good. You throw on a cloak and walk yourself to the library, with every step you take you grow more and more nervous. Yet when you enter the library and walk around the empty walls of books you let out a sigh of relief at the man you see. “kepa.” he turns to you, his face illuminated by the candle in front of him and he crosses his arms as he turns to face you a look you cannot read present on his face.

“What is that look for?” “You like him.” You flinch like he had yelled at you and you fiddle around with your cloak. “I do not.” Your father takes a few steps towards you and stares you down. his tone angrier but his words are still hushed “I have begged you to be careful.” You shrug and grow annoyed at his accusations, “I have father.” “You say you have yet i am staring at the face of a girl who is walking herself directly into a hightower trap.”

You let out a frustrated noise and throw your hands up as you take a couple steps back. You do not know why you are so annoyed by his words. Maybe it is because you feel he is undermining you and does not trust you. Or maybe its because you feel called out by him. You do not know what you feel or what you think about him anymore. Maybe you really are walking into some elaborate trick. Or maybe youre not. You have no clue anymore.

You snap. And you yell at him depsite the fact you do not mean to.

“I am doing exactly what i must do for our family. I do not like him i am not falling into some trick everything i am doing is for us! so screw him and if i have to pretend i love him for the rest of my life then i will because i am doing it for us!”

The two of you are silent as you stare each other down. You do not know what came over you but you merely wish to leave this conversation and for him to leave you alone. The sound of footsteps has you freezing in place. You turn your head and see him. He does not look at you, either of you in fact. Simply placing a book back on the shelf and grabbing another. “Aemond wait i-” He does not turn to you as you speak. You watch as he merely begins to walk away. You almost run after him, but you feel so stuck in your place. He heard that. He had to have. You cant even be bothered to care that everything you have worked so hard for might have just been crumbled when the only thing you can think about is how he must feel.

He laid his heart before you and you have done nothing but squash it like a bug. Maybe it was a trick maybe it wasn’t but you can’t help but fear it was. Maybe you should hope it wasnt for you cant imagine how hurt he would feel should he has been genuine. You should hope he is exactly how your father pictures him to be. The aemond you know of the future. The evil man who murdered your brother and calls your bastards at every breath. Though deep down you know he is not.

You cannot breath. The air escaping you as you stumble your way to the table and stare at the wood as your head spins. You sit down in one of the chairs as you look at your father with worried eyes. He runs his hand along his jaw and he shakes his head. He does not know what to do. And neither do you.

Your wedding festivities start tomorrow if there even is still to be a wedding at all now. He has the proof he needs to go to his mother and she would swiftly put a stop to this as she has been dying to do. Would you be kicked out of the keep? would all your efforts be in vain? Would he hate you? if he didnt before he must now. He must despise you. For tricking him and rightfully so. You are a monster. But a monster who had been in the right. Everything you are doing is for your family. But your heart aches for him as you press your head against the cold wood of the table.

“We are royally fucked.”

You cannot disagree with him.

[woodlandwrites]

i. mind over matter

aphrodite!reader x luke castellan

pre-tlt, characters 18+, mdni, def going to be a pt.2

warnings: cursing, whole lotta impertinence!

2.7k read - unedited

You have been plagued by flocks of doves and Luke Castellan. So Aphrodite decides to meddle a little a lot in your love life. Who needs memories anyway? Unfortunately, the only person you find comfort in - is the very person you hate.

A/N: first fic in a loooong time - stick with me here. there will be more parts and maybeee some spice? anyways hope you enjoy!

You’d like to think that Aphrodite loved the game of making you miserable. In retrospect, you hated your mother. She was a hard act to follow. 

Don’t jump to conclusions - you loved your cabin. Your brothers and sisters were wonderful - not vain like most campers would say. No, that was not an issue. The problem started with one slender, curly haired, crooked smile boy - Luke Castellan. He was the golden boy of Camp Half-Blood and the bane of your existence. 

Luke was an astonishingly aggravating self-centered egotistical bigot. 

“Why do you hate him so much,” Silena asked one day out of the blue. You both sat in the stands watching Luke teach his swordsmanship class. You pondered her question for a while.

“Because. He confuses me - and aggravates me constantly. I have never met anyone so full of themselves in my entire life. He is Narcissus reborn again. It also does not help that he is a complete jerk,” you nodded as you ate another fresh strawberry. Silena pondered on your words.

“Are you sure this has nothing to do with mom and the whole..argument,” she said in a cautionary tone.

Silena was the only one who knew about you and Aphrodite’s - complicated past. To be fair - she didn’t know the entire truth. The prophecy, the impertinence, all the bullshit. However, she did know that your shoulders seemed to tense every time Aphrodite’s name was mentioned. 

“I mean every time I have talked to him at camp counselor meetings he seems like an alright guy.

Silena - forever the optimist. Sometimes when you looked at her through the corner of your eye she resembled your mother. She had this soft tone and locks of hair that seemed to always catch the wind just right. Yeah, no wonder Luke was nice to her. Selina was extremely beautiful - Beckendorf struck gold. 

“Yeah, I can see right through the façade-” you were cut off by a dove landing next to you. He started pecking at your strawberries mindlessly. Silena stifled a small giggle. 

“It is funny when it isn’t happening to you. The bastards have been following me around for days,” you said annoyed.

You tried scaring the bird away - only for more to return. After a couple minutes an estimated 20 doves flocked around you mimicking every move. 

“Go away!” you screamed - only for the feathered friends to cock their heads in curiosity. By now, the entire arena seemed to convert their attention to you. 

“Hey! I heard if they shit on your head it’ll bring good luck,” Luke echoed watching amused.

He leaned against his sword in a cocky manner. What an asshole - you hated when he did that. The other campers seemed to laugh along. 

“Up yours, Castellan,” you yelled with a face the color of cherries. 

The doves had now increased their army to a solid 50 - all looking to you for a further instruction. Doves had followed you around your entire life - a gift your mother had bestowed to you. The unfortunate part was that they were pretty much the most non obedient monsters on the entire planet. You never had truly understood why they would appear - most of the time it was a random occurrence. Of course - Luke was always there to revel in your misfortune. You still had not forgotten when the doves caused a complete riot last month at dinner - leaving quite a mess for you to clean up. The younger campers were still traumatized. 

That was the thing about doves - they were just like your mother. At first they are nice to look at, almost sweet. That is until they turn into vicious assailants from Tartarus (Silena says you overreact). They also annoy you - another common attribute with your mother. 

“For Gods sake just leave!,” you yelled again, stomping off, bidding Silena goodbye.

You did not want to continue being entertainment for the rest of the campers. The doves seemed to take the hint - maintaining their place in the stands. You were sure there were some week old snacks stuffed between the seats the rotted things could ravish on. Luke chuckled before turning his attention back to his students. 

The sun was setting and soon it would be dinner - but you still sat in bed thinking about what Silena had mentioned early about your mom. Maybe it was your nerves - but you knew a visit soon would be unavoidable. The doves only confirmed your suspicion. It was rare for gods to visit Camp Half-Blood, at least publically. The closest thing the camp had to godliness was Mr. D - what a joke. However, you knew your mother and her constant desire to meddle with your life. 

Dinner went without a hunch - except for the Stoll twins starting a food fight at the Hermes table. You loved quiet nights like these where the summer breeze feels like a warm hug. Silena nudged you - reading her expression you knew she was inquiring about the events from earlier. A shrug sufficed. You were so caught up in laughing with your siblings you failed to notice the yelling from the other side of the pavilion. 

“One of the Ares girls was flirting with Luke after you left today - Charlie and I could not help but laugh. It was so awkward,” Silena mentioned.

 There were a couple of murmured sounds and gawking from your siblings - which was the usual. If there was one thing they loved it was - well - love. However this subject rubbed you the wrong way - maybe it was just Luke’s name being mentioned.

It felt like a suffocating gut punch and it was most likely your mothers doing. If there was anything she loved more it was demigod love - the trials and tribulations - and of course the unfortunate ends. It quite literally made you sick. But why did Luke have to be roped in it and moreover - why did you care? You smiled and nodded - trying to pay attention and not let the thoughts take over. 

“Get these goddamn things off of me!,” a familiar voice yelled in annoyance.

So wrapped up in thought - you failed to care - assuming it was a practical Hephaestus joke with an Ares kid. Selina quickly nudged you pointing towards the Hermes table - for quite an interesting scene. Luke being attacked by a merciless army of doves. 

“Hey Castellan, let them shit on your head - heard it was good luck!,” the words reflected from just a few hours prior.

You couldn’t help but giggle - it was nice not being the receiver of dove aggravated assault (as Beckendorf had termed it). It was also nice not to be the joke for once - everyone laughing at someone else for a change was different. 

“Call the damn things off,” he struggled - yelling your name in the process.

“Why do you automatically assume I am the one who set them off? They just do what they want!” you retorted.

 Silena looked at you - questioning your motives. He struggled even more as the doves thrashed him around - seemling gaining confidence in their blows. They seemed - deadly - more than before. Silena muttered your name.

“You have to try,” Silena persuaded. Reluctantly you obeyed - knowing she was being more serious than she was putting on. 

“Stop!” you yelled sternly to the winged creatures.

Like usual - they did not obey. Unfortunately, they keep going - tearing Luke’s shirt in the process. He held himself quite well against dove assassins  - a fact you did not want to admit to yourself. 

“παύω!” You spoke - pleading that it would end.

It was all your mothers fault. She wanted you to be miserable. She wanted to ruin your night, humiliate you - and to hurt Luke. You weren’t sure why that last part bothered you so much.

 “Φεύγω!” you screamed once more in an earthshaking tone.

The doves dissipated automatically. Like literally - poof - into dust. Again - the entire camp had its eyes on you - what else was new?

“What is wrong with you,” Luke questioned - still astonished at the sheer power of your voice - that very voice that made doves disintegrate. You slowly looked up at his disheveled appearance - he looked worse.

Beautiful. 

You wish that voice in your head would go suck a dick!

“Shows over, enjoy your dessert,” you said bitterly to the crowd taking a bow.

Silena yelled your name but you had already darted towards the woods. You could hear the muttering of the crowd questioning the evening entertainment. You could not seem to care. 

You took a seat in the sand on the beach overlooking the shore. The moonlight seemed to make the water sparkle like diamonds. You felt almost calm here - no one to distract you from your thoughts. Why did his words strike you like a knife? He might as well plant backbiter into your back, it would hurt less. It all led to the proper question - why? Why would the doves attack him anyway? They had never done anything quite so ruthless before - nevertheless to another sole person. 

Then again - it was always about Luke - ever since you got to the infernal camp. He was probably celebrated for his brave victory in the battle of the doves - hoisted up by other campers. You suppose a feast in his honor was in order. 

“You think such unhappy thoughts,” an angelic voice sang from the sea. 

Your attention turned towards a bundle of sea foam. The foam began to sparkle and mangle to take the shape of a woman the closer it got to shore. Soon after your mother - Aphrodite stood before you - in all her glory.

“I thought seafoam was just whale jizz,” you spoke casually. You chucked at yourself that was a good one!

Of - fucking - course. Your mother was behind the entire dove fiasco - you called it. You should start placing bets at this point. 

“Most would be labeled impertinent with that attitude - especially with a God.” 

“I am impertinent.” You shrugged, pulling your knees to your chest. Maybe if you really ignored her she would disappear. 

“I will not disappear yet - we have much to discuss.” 

“Get out of my head.” 

“I heard what occurred tonight at dinner. Shame, doves are very gentle creatures.”

A dove magically appeared in her hands, letting out a soft coo. You cringed. If you saw another dove tonight - you might just roast it and eat it. 

“So that was you?” You asked venomously.

“Well thanks mom! Now the entire camp thinks I tried to kill the golden boy with a league of killer doves. They all think I am absolutely crazy.”

“I did nothing, my child.” You gawked at her - she paused to collect her thoughts.

“However, you might want to look within yourself before you spit accusations that are not true. I merely gave you a gift - how you use it is at your own expense.” She finished. 

“But I don’t control those horrid things - they just show up and do whatever. Why would I even attack Luke with a bunch of wimpy doves?”

That was your mother, having the audacity to say you caused the incident. That it was all your fault. 

“Love, perhaps?” Her eyes seemed to glitter at the thought. 

“No.” Ugh, not this again, you thought.

“Doves are a mere - personification of one’s inner love. That is why I gave you the gift - so your innermost feelings can never be bottled. That does horrid things to one’s complexion.” 

“Well thanks for the shitty gift, mother. Next time maybe a pair of socks will do the trick.” 

“Why do you insist on denying who you are? Denying what you are destined to become? Denying yourself the love of the century?”

“Why love someone if they eventually will die.” It was true. Your father had died when you were young - leaving you an orphan. Your demigod friends you made throughout the years died horrible unspeakable deaths.

“Isn’t that all the more fun?” 

“You’re enjoying this aren’t you? You just love to see me suffer?”

“You’re being rash.” She fired back.

“Rash? Where have you been?” You scoffed at your godly mother.

“Child, I do not write destiny - I only enforce it. I know you more than you would like to admit, sweet dove. And you - are in love with the child of Hermes.”

 Apollo could’ve shot you through the chest - it would have felt better. 

“Mother, you have it mixed up - I do not have any feelings for Luke. You’re just making things up because you are bored and need some excitement. Please go back to Olympus and meddle with someone else’s life,” you stated. You staggered to your feet dusting the sand off. 

Before you could walk away a bolt of pure energy hit you in your spine. You flew to your feet hitting the ground with a hard thud. In a blur your mother was standing proud above your feet - surrounded in a pink aura. 

“Luke Castellan, he will keep you safe - and you will keep him steady.” 

You might have thought to curse at her - but you couldn’t speak - let alone move. She had disappeared from vision leaving only a dove in her wake. The pain - was excruciating - like being electrocuted a million times. Your ears rang terrible tunes as you tried to level yourself - only to fall back down. The world was spinning at an unmeasurable pace. You could hear shrill screaming - or was it yours? You weren’t even sure who you were? Only images of dark curls, broad shoulders, and crooked smiles flashed through your vision. 

A quake of footsteps running towards the shore were felt as you thrashed in the sand. Voices - yelling a name - whose name? You couldn’t recall. All you knew was darkness. 

“Y/N?!” a feminine voice called. You could feel her hands shake your shoulder violently - it felt like knives.

You heard screams - this time knowing it was your shrill cry. You pushed her away with force. You backed away, crawling backwards in desperation. 

Once your vision returned you focused to see a swarm of kids all in orange shirts - staring at you in shock. The girl who touched you - you could only assume was kneeling in the sand in front of you. She seemed to be pleading.

“Stay away, please,” you pleaded with tears streaming from your eyes. You weren’t sure what had happened but you knew you had never felt pain so deeply. 

“Y/N, please you were screaming. We only want to make sure you are okay. We can go to the infirmary and figure it out,” the girl reached out only for you to retreat more. You hyperventilate on your own words. 

“What’s going on?” another voice asked with urgency from beyond the crowd.

Every child seemed to turn their attention to focus on the male figure. Pushing his way through the crowd - he became shocked at the scene before him.

However, you felt as if all the oxygen had left your body - leaving you limp. You felt as if a hand had grabbed your heart and ripped it in two. He was the one - the one you had seen in your visions. 

“Y/N?” he questioned - half concerned, half annoyed. His chocolate eyes seemed to lock ever so easily with yours. He was indeed the most beautiful man you had ever seen - like a carving of marble. Your soul ached. Without a thought - on instinct alone - you ran. He was engulfed in a desperate hug - his shoulder muffled your pitiful cries. 

“Please, you’re the only one who can help.” You could feel the eyes on the two of you - the gasps were hard to ignore. He went stiff in his posture - not sure how to react. Silence fell over the entire shore, only the crashing of waves in the background. 

“Y/N what is going on? Is this some sort of prank?” he asked in disbelief. 

He had never seen you like this - so scared. Some small part of him wanted to scoop you up, hold you tight, and tell you everything would be okay. He wanted to tell you how he would fix all your problems - just so he would never see you cry again. Although these feelings were so suppressed he restrained.

Gods you were beautiful. 

“I- I don’t know who Y/N is. I don’t know anyone. I don’t know me.” 

[partycatty]

Can you do headcannons for love at first sight with Bihan and Smoke?

i sure can! i used to hate them but they grew on me LOL

bi-han & smoke > love at first sight

bi-han and smoke fall for you the moment they lay their eyes on you!

pt 1? to love at first sight hcs

masterlist

bi-han >

• he didn't think much of the new recruits, they were neither lin kuei blood, nor skilled fighters like himself. that was, until his eyes scanned over to you.

• he'd do everything in his power to not make it obvious. but when he first locks eyes with you, he feels a pang of warmth in his chest, one that nearly gets him to believe he's having a heart attack.

• your features were carved by the gods (thanks, liu kang!) and bi-han felt a strong desire to keep you all to himself. nobody else could appreciate you like he does, he's sure of it. it makes him angry how much he wants to forever admire you as his.

• there's no way a pathetic earthrealmer such as yourself gave him that reaction, no way no how. he's in denialllllll!! it makes him especially snappy.

• "don't look at me like that," he'll call out to you in a harsh tone. it makes you jump. were you looking at him in a certain way?

• "like what?" you ask, genuinely confused. truthfully, your eyes just so happened to fall onto him. there wasn't a single readable expression a sane person could pick out from your face. he was quite literally overreacting.

• "just... don't look at me," bi-han grumbles, turning away. he pulls his mask up against his face tighter, but his pink blush was embarrassingly evident.

• he's less coordinated, less calculated. and even still, his aggression doubles. he's mad that you make him nervous. a grandmaster like him shouldn't be nervous when he has an army to run.

• you plague his mind all hours of the day. he just can't afford to be distracted. not when he's in search of something greater. or maybe, that greater thing could be you, if he let his inhibition go.

tomas >

• he faces a similar dilemma to bi-han, except he's far worse at subsiding his emotion. standing behind his brother as he meets the new recruits, tomas literally cannot tear his eyes from your beauty.

• smoke seeps from his pores as he strains himself to fight back a blush, which ends up failing miserably. and now his brothers are coughing. and you're horribly amused by his nerves.

• tomas cannot help himself but give you constant heart eyes when you're around. bi-han has to coldly repeat himself countless times until tomas can capture the entire sentence in his brain if you're around.

•endless compliments, ones he tries to make sound innocent but he couldn't be casual if his life was on the line. he's fidgeting with his weapon and constantly leaning toward you without even realizing.

• "your skills are excellent, reader!" he'll charm you innocently after witnessing a sparring match with the monks. "your combat is unlike anything i've ever seen! you'll go far."

• you decrease his performance in the clan. he can't land his blows in a coordinated fashion for some time, because his stomach feels fluttery and his head feels dizzy every time he recalls how gorgeous you looked earlier in the day. many, many scoldings from his grandmaster follow.

• you leave him blushy and sweaty when you so much as exchange a quick glance - he looooves attention, so if you even think of complimenting him back? LORD.

[donutz]

Yandere Smiling Critters x male child reader[pt. 2]

Requests from Tumblr and Wattpad—!, but not really

(Minus the fact I didn't include you being turned)

—☆You are a human in this

Sadly, you couldn’t stay here forever.

You are home now. Adopted. You did spend your time at Playcare for a couple of years though, everybody knew you, everybody in Playcare that is. The critters and kids knew you, the staff knew you, Miss Delight knew you.

So you had a mark on the place when it was time for you to leave. To get your own house. You were happy to get a home, but sad you had to leave your friends behind.

Maybe you could revisit this place again. Come back. But you couldn’t.

Something happened.

8/8/1995

You don’t know what happened that day, but you guess it was something pretty bad. It caused the whole company to shut down. You no longer saw any commercials of the toys.

Rumors were spread around, maybe somebody died, maybe a toy hurt somebody, maybe.. Maybe an experiment happened.

Anyways. There was a letter. A letter in the mail, something that related to your old home. Find the flower?

.

.

.

Sure. Why not, you were seventeen, you can handle yourself.

Which is something you shouldn’t have ever thought, after what you’ve been through.

It’s been scary. You haven’t died yet, but death has wanted to shake your hand a few times.

You almost bumped your head on a metal pipe while passing through a dark hallway, nearly broke your leg because you wanted to jump off a platform, wanting things to go by faster.

You’ve been chased through vents, and ended up at a dead end. You didn’t know what to do. You almost got shredded. But, were spared.

“.. Huggy?” He stared at you, maybe he recognizes you, even after all these years.

He didn’t kill you. He let you down on the second level of the metal stairways with his arm, and went back to where he originally was.

Then you were solving puzzles, with a particular doll following after you.

But the doll got snatched up, by a spider. Mommy Long Legs. She did remember you, you were the one who wasn’t so good at the games..(for the sake of your life in this story)

But she thought you left her to die, so she still forced you to play the three games. The first game has Bunzo! He was hesitant to kill you, you were the kindest kid to him when you lived here.

And for the first time, you actually beat the game! He was so proud of you! He wasn’t proud of his unfortunate fate in the future, but at least he didn’t need to kill you.

Then the small Huggies. They also remembered you, so they were sparing you. You also beat that game! They were happy, letting out tiny purrs at your success.

Then Pj— Wait. Since when were you so good at these games? The last I checked, you failed every single one of them! Fine. I’ll just sabotage the game for you, to make sure you never leave.

You could see Pj coming out of his pug-a-pillar hole, and you were sweating a little. Hopefully he remembered you too.

He did, once he saw you he stopped in his crawling tracks, taking a pause. He missed your younger adorable face when he gave you a small bump on your back, signifying that the ‘game’ was over.

But he unpaused at the start of the music playing.

You escaped. Out of there. That’s fine. I could just chase you myself

Three chases. You got chased THREE times. How desperate was she to kill you?!

You were putting the blue hand on the scanner, when you heard Mommy’s quick steps towards you.

You looked behind you— Eyes widening from her abrupt appearance. For the fourth time.

The door opened! And.. Mommy got killed, by you, by your hands.

A hand crept out from the thin crevice of a metal door. It took Mommy’s left over body, to wherever. You didn’t know what it was. Where it took her. But thanked god(or not, depends on your thoughts) at the fact that you weren’t Mommy at this moment.

Now you are somewhere. The train crashed, and you could feel the back of your shirt being picked up. You were sliding down a pipe, into somewhere.

You don’t know where it was, but you needed to get out, fast.

Doing some parkour, you looked around, and saw a long tail(plus paws) crawling up inside a vent.

“... Catnap?”

You went through some doors, and ended up seeing where the crashed train was. Going somewhere, you could see the recognizable entrance you went to at age 5. The way to Playcare.

You could hear the sounds of steps. Hurrying up you went inside the much smaller train compared to the one you were originally in.

“My name is Elliot Ludwig.”

Hm. Those words you could remember.

“When you look around at the world today,” You repeated after him.

“what one thing do you think it needs more of?”

“Playcare!”

Even at seventeen years, you were still mesmerized by what was shown.

You looked down, and could see 3— no. Five creatures walking or crawling around, resembling the Smiling Critters.

“Oh.”

Some of the critters could hear Elliot’s voice continue about Playcare, eyeing the moving train.

They saw your shadowed figure. Not knowing who you were. But a light is shown on your face.

Bubba, Dogday, Kickin, Hoppy, and Bobby saw your face. You’re back?

No. They must be seeing things. You were gone. Away from them.

But Dogday could recognize those eyes. Your skin, your curiosity, your hair(if your hair changed colors, or texture after growing up, then.. Yea, he still remembered you).

“Angel?” (Even if you didn’t really save him, he’s going to call you Angel. Because I needed a nickname for you. Y’know, because I can’t list every single name of the people who’re reading this?)

The other critters heard his whisper. … Maybe it was you.

The train stopped. But you were kind of scared, were they like Huggy or Mommy? Were they going to chase you down?

“Ah shit.”

‘Language.’ Dogday thought, dogs have good hearing y’know!

You were trying to find a way for two possible outcomes of being down here.

A) Try to make the train go back if the critters try to kill you

Or

B) Somehow reminisce in meeting your old friends

B sounded a lot more better than A.

And.. B did happen!

The 5 critters went over to the train, while you were standing there. Waiting for whatever will happen to you.

Dogday crawled over to you, it was you! Your scent!

He gave you the biggest hug while his tail wagged(really fast, it’s kind of crazy).

He was still fluffy even after these 10 years.

“Angel I missed you so much—!”

You were trying to hug him back, but a little too scared because of the critters staring into your soul.

Dogday noticed their silence and spoke up—

“Guys! This is Angel!! You don’t recognize him??”

Silence.

“THE ONE WHO WAS HIDING BEHIND PICKY..??”

“OHH”

“YOU’RE BACK?!?”

“I was thinking that it was him but I wasn’t sure…”

“ANGEL!?!?!?”

You were escorted out of the train, and were greeted by a bunch of animals pawing at you.

You couldn’t get a word in!

Picky, Crafty and Catnap came over, hearing all of the excited animal noises.

Now you were crowded by a bunch of animals. You were so tiny compared to them, so they had to be gentle.

So much noises were going on that even the smaller critters came over to see the commotion.

You were back home!

Now you can’t leave.

[attic-club-sandwich]

How They are Handling your Disappearance Pt. 3

MC Returns

Ahh you guys i'm so glad you are enjoying this little series! I wasn't expecting so many of you to like it! But as requested by many, here is part 3 where MC returns to the present day timeline and reunites with the 7 brothers. This is a bit of a lengthy one because like... we are home! It's a little less angsty, a little more happy this time haha. Anyways, please enjoy! Reblogs and feedback are appreciated as usual!

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It feels like it has been forever since the day that you went missing, but the brothers never gave up their search. How could they when you were out there somewhere, possibly alone and scared? The thought of their little human wandering around the unknown gave them the motivation they needed to keep going. But after a long day of once again searching the Devildom up and down with no results, the brothers are settling down for the evening.

Lucifer

The Avatar of Pride is in his room getting ready for bed after a long day of searching for you. 

His wings are terribly sore from flying all day, so he lays on his bed sprawled out on his stomach, allowing his feathery wings to stretch out behind him.  

He rests his head in his arms, and sighs.

Yet another day of searching, but no results. 

Suddenly, he begins to feel a familiar tingling sensation of magic in the air that brings goosebumps to his bare arms. 

Before he had time to process what was happening, a flash of light filled his room, practically blinding him. 

After a few seconds, the light dissipates and there you are, standing in its place. 

Lucifer forgets all about his aching wings, and jumps up from the bed. 

At first, he hesitates, terrified that you’ll disappear again at any moment. 

“M-MC…? Is it really you…?”

His crimson eyes are wide as he takes in your appearance. 

You appear the same, but he's confused by the horns that now rest on your head, as well as a few other demonic attributes.

Just where did you disappear to?

Your face scrunches up and your eyes fill with tears. “L-Luci… yes, it’s really me.” 

Suddenly, his arms are around you, a million questions in his throat but unable to speak.

You whimper, taking in his scent. He smells freshly showered, the smell of his soap sending a wave of comfort crashing over you. 

“Luci… I missed you so much…I’m so sorry…”

His shoulders begin to tremble and he tucks his face into the crook of your neck. 

You feel wetness on your skin as he begins to cry. 

Have you ever seen him cry before?

Just how much have they all suffered while I was gone?

Your arms wrap themselves around his neck and you squeeze your eyes shut. 

You stand there in his arms, his wings wrapping themselves around the two of you protectively. 

He will never let you go again. 

After a few moments, he pulls away, staring into your eyes.

“MC, the days I've spent searching for you were endless… but never once did I give up. I’m very glad that I didn’t. Every second was worth my time.”

Suddenly his lips are on yours and you accept his kiss greedily. 

Kissing him was the confirmation you needed that you were home. 

“MC, please forgive me. You can tell me the details later, but right now I just need you. I need to know you are here and…real.” 

He spins you around, guiding you to his bed so the back of your legs hit the edge, causing you to fall back. 

He hovers over top of you, his crimson eyes full of love, adoration, and desire. 

You giggle through your tears, placing a hand on his cheek. “I love you so much, Luci.”

He smiles, tucking a stray hair behind your ear.

“Words alone cannot express my love for you, little one.”

You give him a peck on the lips again. “We have a lot of time to make up for you know… where should we start?”

Lucifer gives you a mischievous grin. “I have just the thing in mind, darling. Something that has been long overdue.”

Mammon

Mammon returned to his bedroom shortly after arriving home. 

He had to check on his ravens who were also out searching for you while they were gone. 

His wings were sore as shit, and all he wanted to do was shower and go to bed. 

But you are more important. 

Throwing open his window, one of his ravens glides down to greet him. 

“Damn, ya didn’t find anything did ya?”

The raven hangs its head sadly, and Mammon sighs.

“Thanks anyways, I appreciate the help.”

Suddenly the raven begins to flap its wings wildly, cawing at something behind him. 

Mammon spins around, and his golden eyes widen in shock when he sees just who is appearing in the middle of his bedroom. 

It was you, clear as day. 

He’s speechless, unable to find the right words even though he’s been playing them on repeat in his head since the day you left. 

“Mammon!” you shout with tears in your eyes. You begin to run towards him, but he meets you halfway, scooping you up into his arms and spinning you around.

He sets you down again, and hugs you snugly to his chest. 

“MC…I… Shit. I-I missed ya so damn much…” he says with a shaky voice. 

You inhale his scent as he hugs you, which smells of sweat and leather. 

You’re home. He’s your Mammon. Finally…

“Mams, I’m so so sorry… I’ll explain everything I promise…”

He pulls you away from him, his golden blue gaze staring intensely at you.

“Damn right ya will! But for now…I don’t care..I just… I need ya so bad… I mean this can’t be real, right?”

You give him a small smile, taking his hand in yours. 

“I’m real, Mammon. I promise.”

His tanned skin is flushed as he pulls you with him to sit on his bed, hoisting you up onto his lap. 

He can’t hold back anymore as he plants a firm kiss to your lips. 

You accept it eagerly. 

Your tongues intertwine briefly before he pulls away, breathless. 

“I love ya MC, I’m so sorry I couldn’t do a damn thing…” 

You silence him with a kiss to the forehead. 

“It’s not your fault, Mammon. Please don’t cry…”

He notices your own lip quivering, and let’s out an amused snort through his tears.

“Don’t you go cryin’ on me either!”

His long, slender fingers run through your hair and you sigh.

His lips are on yours once more, a low growl rumbling in his chest. 

You can sense his overwhelming desire threatening to take over.

“Mammon’s got ya now, treasure. You’re safe with me. I’m never letting you go again.”

Leviathan

Throughout the search, Levi has been exploring every inch of the Devildom waters. 

From seas to lakes, he still could find no trace of you. 

Levi heads back to his room, a towel around his waist after Lucifer forced him to strip in the hallway so he didn’t track water through the house. 

Once he’s dried off and dressed again, he sinks down in his gaming chair, sighing as his aching limbs are finally able to rest. 

Tears welled up in his eyes, disappointed that he let everyone down again. 

Especially you.

I’m so useless, he thinks. 

A stray tear rolls down his cheek, and he wipes it away with his arm. 

A flash of light appears before him, and it sends a tingling sensation up his body. 

Wait a minute…that’s…!

His eyes are wide and his mouth gapes open as he looks up to see you standing there right in front of him.

“M-MC, I-Is it really y-you?!” Of course he’s a stuttering mess, but he can’t believe it.

He doesn’t know when he stood up, but suddenly you are slamming into him, wrapping your arms around his torso. 

“Yes, Levi. It’s me.” you sob, burying your face into his chest.

Your voice has him melting in your grip. 

He finally fully embraces you, burning his face into your hair. 

Your scent is slightly different,  and he can smell other demons on you. 

This sends a wave of envy over him, but he ignores it. All he cares about is that you’re home.

He, however, smells of the sea. 

“Levi, I'm so sorry… I promise I’ll explain. I just really need you right now. I’ve missed you so much…”

Leviathan only nods, his shoulders trembling from the sobs that are escaping him. 

You stay standing there wrapped in his arms, gently rubbing circles on his back. 

After some time, he calms down. 

His eyes are red and puffy and his face is swollen. Your heart aches for him. 

Suddenly, he grabs your hand, leading you over with him to his bathtub. 

You climb in together, and you sit in his lap. His tail curls around you, holding you in place. 

“M-MC…can I um, k-kiss you?” he asks, his tear stained cheeks becoming flushed. 

You nod eagerly, and he places a soft, gentle kiss to your lips. 

Your lips are the same as ever, soft and sweet. 

Levi is overwhelmed with affection for you. 

“I love you, I love you, I love you…” he mutters, rocking you gently in his lap. 

He peppers your face with kisses and you giggle, wrapping your arms around his neck. 

“I love you so much too, Levi. I’m so glad to be home…” 

He rests his head on your shoulder, purple strands of his hair tickling your cheek. 

“Please don’t leave me like that again, MC. I-I was so scared…”

The tremor in his voice causes fresh tears to form in the corner of your eyes. 

“Never again, I’m staying right here with you.”

Satan

Satan steps over the pile of books on his floor before flopping down onto his bed. 

His bedroom is in quite the disarray due to his last tantrum. 

He can’t help that he’s just so damn frustrated!

They’ve practically searched the Devildom inside out, and still… nothing. 

He huffs, crossing his arms over his chest as he stares out the window, tears threatening to spill down his cheeks. 

He almost doesn’t notice the burst of light filling his bedroom. 

The air was practically vibrating with magic when he spun his head around to see the silhouette of a figure in the blinding light. 

He squints, trying his best to make out the form. Once the light dissipates, an unfamiliar feeling washes over him. 

Satan thought he’s finally experienced every emotion in his lifetime of being in the Devildom. 

But what he feels when he sees you standing there in his bedroom is indescribable. 

He gasps, immediately jumping up from his bed and hurrying over to you. 

Your eyes are locked on him, and he thought he noticed you flinch the moment he approached you. 

“MC… are… you okay? Where in the Devildom have you been?”

His voice is soft, but it trembles slightly.

He doesn’t expect answers right away, of course. 

Not when you are standing here in front of him for the first time in what feels like an eternity.  

You nod, trying to wipe away your tears. “Satan… It’s me. I-I’m home.”

The sound of his name leaving your lips after so long pushes him over the edge. 

He pulls you into his arms and he squeezes you tight, finally allowing his tears to fall. 

“M-MC… I'm so glad you’re home safe… I was so worried about you…”

You relax against his chest, finally processing the fact that this wasn’t the past version of himself.

After a few moments, you sniff, pulling away from him to gaze into his eyes. You notice a scar on his cheek, still healing from a recent fight he must have had. 

You gently trace your fingers over it, and he winces. 

“I’m so sorry Satan…the pain that I must have caused you all…” 

He shakes his head, glancing away. 

“I’m just so relieved you are home, MC. I don’t believe that whatever happened was your fault.” 

His fingers run through your hair and he kisses your forehead. 

“Can I…kiss you?” you ask, your cheeks flushing slightly. Normally you wouldn’t ask, but it’s been awhile. 

“Of course, kitten. But just know if you do, I may not be able to hold myself back from you much longer.”

You give him a smirk, and press your lips firmly to his. 

To finally kiss your Satan once more. 

He slips his tongue past your lips, and you groan. 

When you pull away, his emerald eyes are shining with passion. 

“Every book I read told me how to find you, but they never mentioned how to handle your return.” 

He moves you to his bed with him so you are straddling his lap.

“But I don’t believe I need any instruction as to what comes next. I love you, MC. Please allow me to express the longing I’ve felt for you all this time.”

Asmodeus

Asmo had made his way to his room for the evening with the overwhelming urge to climb into his silk bed sheets. 

But first he really wanted a bath. The thought of the warm water soothing his aching joints was very pleasant to him right now. 

He had made his way into the bathroom to start the water, the noise of the faucet drowning out the sound coming from his bedroom. 

Asmo thought he heard something, and he lifted his head to the door that connects from the bathroom to his room. 

He thought his eyes were playing tricks on him. 

Was that a flash of light just now? Is it storming?

He furrowed his brow in confusion, and stepped slowly over to peek through the door. 

Nothing could have prepared him for what he saw. 

There you were, standing right there in his bedroom. 

Your eyes were wide and looking around, still processing where you had appeared. 

Asmo gasps, forgetting about the bath and hurries over to you. 

“M-MC?!” he shrieks, pulling you into the tightest hug he’s sure he’s ever given. 

You begin to cry, tears falling down your cheeks and onto his shoulder.

“Shhh, MC. Don’t cry now, darling…” he coos, but his own tears are escaping him. 

He holds you close as you cry together. 

“Asmodeus…is… it really you? My Asmo?” you whimper. 

He’s confused by what you mean, but he doesn’t question it for now. 

“Of course my little lamb, it’s me. You’re home now…”

You sniff, pulling away from him slightly. “I’m so sorry Asmo, I swear I didn’t mean to leave you guys like that…”

Taking your hands in his, he shakes his head. “No no, hon, don’t blame yourself for this. I know there’s a very good reason, but you can explain later to all of us, okay?” 

You nod, wiping your eyes. 

“I was just about to get a bath. Would you care to join me, MC?”

The thought of taking a bath with Asmo right now feels…unreal. 

You couldn’t believe you were finally home with him. 

Smiling, he leads you into the bathroom. 

First, he steps out of his robe, and your face flushes. 

You’ll never get over how beautiful he is. 

Then it’s your turn.

You shiver as he begins to undress you, his fingers brushing over your skin. 

He smiles softly as he notices the goosebumps that begin to form on your body. 

“I’ve missed this so much. Let me get a good look at you, darling.”

His eyes tear up again as his eyes travel over your body, still in disbelief that you were standing right there with him again after so long.

“I need all the time I can get with you right now before my brothers find out you’re home.”

He takes your hand and helps guide you into the bathtub. 

You sigh as the warm water envelops you and he places you in between his legs with your back to him. 

You feel his arms wrap themselves around you and you blush.“I’ve only been dreaming of this moment with you, MC.” Asmo murmurs, attaching his lips to your shoulder. 

You whine as he continues to kiss up your neck. 

“I love you so much, Asmo…”

He smiles into the crook of your neck as he holds you close. 

“My dear, if anything came out of your disappearance, it’s how much I realized that I love you. Please, allow me to show you…”

Beelzebub and Belphegor

The twins were always together nowadays. 

They were both getting ready for bed in their room after their long day, neither of them wanting to speak about the disappointing results of the search. 

Belphie hugged his pillow to his chest as he climbed into bed beside Beel. 

He was struggling to stay awake, but he had a peculiar feeling in the pit of his stomach.

Of course, being his twin, Beel felt it too. It wasn’t hunger, or anything like that… It was…

“Belphie do you feel…”

Before he could finish, a burst of light filled the room, temporarily blinding them both.

The sensation of magic through the air sent shivers down their spines. 

Once the light dulled, they glanced up through squinted eyes to see… you. 

Wait, is that really…?

Despite the dull ache in their bodies, they both jump up.

“MC!” their violet eyes are wide as they gape at you, still trying to decide if this was real or a cruel hallucination.

But you seem just as surprised as they are. 

Suddenly, you feel yourself being pulled into a strong embrace. 

Belphie is squeezed into the hug next to you, and you both glance up to see Beel with tears streaming down his cheeks. 

“B-Beel… Belphie…I’ve missed you both so much…”

You sob, burying your face into Beel’s chest.

Belphie finally allows his tears to fall. I’m so lame, he thinks.

How dare you make him cry like this?

But he’s so happy. So relieved. 

Beel begins to move you both towards his bed, placing you right between him and his brother. 

You whimper as you feel their arms wrap around you. 

The thought of being able to do this again with them never even crossed your mind. 

You feel Beel nuzzle his face into your hair. 

You smelled…different. But there was no denying your familiar scent and it made his mouth water.

Belphie yawned, burying his face into your shoulder. 

“Beel and I had each other, but MC… you are our missing piece.”

His twin nodded, placing a soft kiss to your forehead. 

“Belphie is right. It feels right again with you here in between us.”

Your heart was so full. 

You smiled wide as you kissed both of their foreheads. 

“My boys…I love you so much.”

As you laid together, they took turns littering you with kisses and whispering sweet nothings into your ear. 

The feeling of their lips and their hands on your body has your head spinning, and you whisper their names between breathless gasps. 

After sometime, Beel turned towards you, a glint of mischief in his eyes. 

“I’m feeling a bit hungry…but for something different. How about you Belphie?”

Belphie immediately sensed where his twin was going and flashed him a smile back.

“I’m all of a sudden wide awake. What do you say you join us, MC? We want you to ourselves before we have to go back to sharing you.”

[sturniololoco]

Shy pt 2

pt 1 pt 3 pt 4

Sturniolo Little sister (SLS) x The Sturniolo Triplets

SLS x Nathan Doe

Warnings: cussing, etc? Still fluff!

SLS/N’s POV

I was not going to sleep any time soon, especially after what just happens in the kitchen.

And what didn’t help, is that Nick knows.

Speaking of Nick, I hear a soft tap on my door, then it was being opened to reveal my older brother. He quickly shut the door behind him and scrambled to my bed and sat next to me.

He looked at me, a smirk on his lips and a mischievous look in his eye. My face was pink again.

“Damn sis, I don’t even know what to say…other than I fucking knew it!” He said, jumping up and down slightly.

I quickly shushed him with a punch to the arm.

“Fine. You were right. But you cannot tell a soul. It was probably nothing anyways, he’ll forget about it by morning.” I said, kinda feeling sad.

“Girl, I may not know a lot, but I do know that that was not nothing.” He told me, grabbing my hand.

I rolled my eyes and laughed sarcastically.

“I’m serious SLS/N! He drank out of your cup for fucks sake! He obsessed with you! He was staring at you the whole time we were golfing too!” He said, shaking me a little.

I sighed, not knowing what to do. Yes, I have always had a thing for Nate, but if Matt, or especially Chris, knew, they would flip out!

“But what if it really was nothing and I’m just overthinking everything?” I ask Nick, a few tears welling up in my eyes. I don’t know why I’m upset about something that was never even there.

“oh c’mere.” Nick said, pulling me to him and hugging me close. We stayed like this for a little while before he spoke again,

“I’ll tell you what, I’ll help you find out if Nate is really into you, how ‘bout that?” He said.

“Really?” I said, giving him a disbelieving look. He nodded and I hugged him again, knocking him back onto the bed.

he pulled the covers over us and shut off my bed side lamp, saying,

“Get some rest, in the morning, we’ve got work to do.”

-

Nate’s POV

“I felt bad about leaving SLS/N standing there in the kitchen like that, but I had to before Chris got suspicious and came out of his room.

I also felt bad about not telling Chris, my best friend since forever, about me liking her. But she’s his sister, and he’d probably hate me.

I walked into his room, and tossed him a Pepsi. He was layed back on his bed with his shirt off, phone in hand.

I thought about just telling him then and there, just being straight up with him. But I couldn’t bring my self to say the words.

Hey Chris, I think your sisters bad af and I really like her a lot, hope that’s okay-

“Nate, you good man?” He asked me, breaking me back out of my trance. “oh-yeah man I’m great!” I replied, pulling my shirt off and climbing into bed. I turned off the light and pulled out my own phone, and started scrolling.

Chris and I layed like that for about another hour, him casually showing me some tik toks he thought were funny. I would let out a forced laugh, not being able to stop thinking about what I just did in the kitchen.

With that, I rolled onto my side, put my phone down, and decided to get some sleep.

-

SLS/N’s POV

I woke up really early the next day to Chris, who scared the absolute shit out of me.

you see, Chris will usually run in and jump on my bed, forcing me awake, but this time was different.

This time, he crouched down next to my bed and shook me awake, softly calling my name.

My first thought was Oh shit he knows!

But no. Instead he asked me to help him make breakfast.

“I need your help making blueberry pancakes, there Nates favorite.” He said.

At this, I sighed in relief, standing up and heading to the bathroom. I quickly brushed my teeth and hair before pulling on a hoodie, making sure I look somewhat presentable compared to yesterday morning.

-

Chris and I were the only people awake so far, and the pancake batter was finished. I began cooking them as Chris threw some bacon in the air fryer.

“Nick texted me this morning, said we were gunna do something fun today. You have any idea what it is?” Chris asked me, now helping me scoop batter into the pan.

My eyes widened at this, wondering what on earth Nick had in plan after last nights events. Before I could reply, someone walked into the kitchen.

“Something smells good in here!” Nate said, walking into the kitchen. He had no shirt on with plaid pajamas pants.

If my eyes could go any wider they would.

I looked down at his toned stomach before looking up at his face.

Eye contact.

I quickly looked down, back at what I was doing. Thankfully, my brother broke the silence.

“I had SLS/N wake up early ‘cause she makes them the best!” Chris said, ruffing my hair.

I swatted his hand away, my cheeks turning pink again.

-

Pretty soon after, Nick and Matt came down to the kitchen, Matt looking tired, Nick looking at me with devilish eyes. I glared right back at him.

I passed plates of pancakes and bacon out everyone, and we all sat at the table and began eating.

“So Nick, what do you have in store for us today?” Matt asked.

He must have gotten the same text as Chris. Nate looked up, intrigued at what we were doing today.

“I thought we could go over to the warehouse and go swimming.” Nick said nonchalantly stabbing at a piece of pancake in his plate.

Everyone nodded in agreement and got excited. I Nick look over at me, with a your welcome kind of look.

I gave him a satisfied smirk and ate the rest of my pancakes, thinking.

[wisedelusionalmarshmallow]

@jegulus-microfic, June 13th - Devour, T, Word Count - 952

Part 2 of: Welcome, Fool (pt.3)

Regulus couldn't sleep. It's not that he wasn't tired. he was exhausted after walking all the way from his home to the Potter's. Yet he still couldn't sleep.

Too many thoughts swirled his mind. What if they find out? What if they come looking? What if they find Sirius?

It was too much.

So when Mrs. Potter— Effie, brought Regulus to his new room, he got in 'his' bed, and stared up at the ceiling. Tossed and turned until the dawn broke through his window. But the morning just brought up more issues, and Regulus really didn’t want to get up.

Besides, he doesn't know what time everyone else wakes up. He doesn't know if they have breakfast together or separately. He doesn't know if Effie will get mad if he stays in his room all day. He doesn't know if Potter's parents work. He doesn't know if he's welcome here. Obviously he was last night, but. They're not letting him stay forever right? That's too much to ask a person. Besides, they already have Sirius to take care of, another Black would just be a burden.

Ugh, Sirius. Regulus knows that's what's really keeping him in bed. More than not knowing the Potter's routine, he just doesn't want to face his brother.

He takes a deep breath and looks out the window. The birds are already out chirping, the dew has formed and he can spot people already out working.

Regulus forces himself out of bed and looks through his backpack for something to wear. He decides on a simple green knit sweater over some black slacks. Which may or may not have been the first things he could find in the void that was an extension charm.

He made his way through the house as quiet as he could. Realistically, he's going to bump into one of the other four people in this house, it is 9am afterall. But some part of him believes that if he's quiet enough, he'll be able to avoid it.

He makes his way down the same stairs James came down last night. He spots Sirius, James and Effie sitting at the dining table. Sirius was sitting in the same place Regulus was last night, so it's easy to understand how James got the two of them mixed up.

His stomach churns just looking at his brother but Effie turns to look at him and he knows he can't avoid them forever.

She has another warm smile on her face but doesn't say anything. Waiting for Regulus to approach like he's a wild cat. Sirius however, does not hold the same idea. After spotting Regulus, he jumps out of his chair and runs up to greet the boy.

"Regulus!" He shouts, crushing the younger boy in a bear hug. "How are you? Oh Merlin, when did you get in last night? Did you like your room? I made sure we had one for you... did they hurt you? Is that why you're here? Was the trip okay? It's a long—" Of course Sirius immediately starts asking questions. Regulus knew this would happen but it's overwhelming and he just wants to head upstairs again.

"Sirius, let him breathe," Effie intejects, saving Regulus from his brother.

Realization flashes over Sirius' face and he quickly lets go of Regulus. "Gods, I'm so sorry, did I hurt you? Is this oka—"

Effie clears her throat, effectively cutting Sirius off again. He mumbles out another sorry and and backs away from Regulus. "He's just excited dear," Effie explains to Regulus.

He nods. "It's alright."

"Go sit down, I'll make you a drink. would you prefer tea or another cocoa?" she asks as she heads towards the kitchen. In his short time being here, Regulus can already tell Effie will never take no as an answer. "Do you have earl gray?"

Effie nods and starts making Regulus' tea.

"Another?" James asks, catching onto his mom's phrasing.

"Regulus got in at 2 last night, around the same time you woke up." She explains from the kitchen. Around the time you kissed me.

Regulus—not very discreetly—looks over to James, seeing if he's put together the pieces yet. Judging the bright red colour on his face and how he meets Regulus' eyes. He knows.

"Also, Regulus dear. If you're hungry don't hesitate to find something or ask for something alright? Your brother nearly devoured our entire house when he first arrived."

"Thank you Mrs— Effie," Regulus corrects himself.

Sirius grabs his shoulders. "Just gonna stand there?" Regulus rolls his eyes and follows Sirius further into the dining room. Sirius gives him the seat across from James. Meaning he now has to look the other boy in the eyes. Wait, when did that become so hard to do?

"Here you go, darling." Effie places the same bright green mug in front of him like last night.

"Thank you."

"Mum? Can you make me some toast?" James asks, leaning over the table slightly to get closer to his mom. Accidentally hitting Regulus' foot underneath the table. Regulus tenses up and moves his foot to the side. Assuming James mistook his appendage for one of the table legs.

"Is your room cleaned?"

"In an hour?" James smiles, trying to convince his mother.

She sighs and shakes her head. "Jam or peanut butter?" James smiles even wider. "Jam please. You're the best."

"Mhm."

James falls back into his seat, returning to his earlier position. Except, his foot's found Regulus' again. The younger boy looks up at James and is greeted with his eyes and a playful smirk on his face. Regulus' throat dries up again, just like last night.

Except the kiss last night was accidental. This wasn't.

[thelittleliars]

Love Forever? | Pt. 2

Natasha Romanoff x fem!Reader Yelena Belova x fem!Reader (Platonic)

Warnings: cursing, yelling

Words: 2.1K

AN: This one has more interactions with Yelena than Natasha but it's all a huge part for the full story! Also the 3rd part is going to take at least 1-2 weeks since I'll be traveling to Budapest in the next couple of days! Gonna visit all the Black Widow filming locations there 🔥

Part 1 , Part 3

"Cyka" Yelena cursed in russian before she cursed you in english again. "You bitch! Why would you travel to Russia without me?" She shook her head in disappointment, you saw a grin on her lips tho when she turned her head to the side to see who walked in. You didn't see who it was since you were on FaceTime with her and only she was in the frame. "Who is in Russia?" You heard her voice in the background asking Yelena.

"Your ex-wife." Ex-wife, it was still something that pained you but the separation did you good. Your anxiety with all the worrying whenever Natasha went on a mission was gone now. You felt more at peace thanks to the break up. "Anyways, have you visit mama and papa yet? Last time I heard they were going insane to see you again. Apparently they can't wait to spoil you rotten with russian culture and stories of us as kids ugh."

"Don't forget about the baby pictures they're gonna show her." Nat reminded Yelena who's expression looked a mix of embarrassment and panic. "Yours gonna be there too Natalia. Can't wait for Y/N to see your awful blue hair phase."

You saw a shadow coming closer to the blonde widow, then a hand came into view hitting the back of her head. "You little bitch! Next time I'm there I'll burn all of them."

"Let's just burn the whole place down yeah?" A gasp escaped your mouth, even though you knew she was kidding it was something she'd really do. "Yel NO! Also Nat please don't burn any of them." You said sadly. "I wish I had at least a single photo of myself as a child. Hell I don't even know where I'm from, apart from being held by hydra for half my life."

"Guess we're all in the same boat. None of us knows where exactly we come from. Oh oh we can be the lost daughters buddies." The younger sister screamed out in pain after her older sister slapped the back of her head once again. "Try sheering her up instead of ruining the mood with some sad shit from our past."

Suddenly your screen went black, you were about yo look at your wifi to see if the connection was lost but before that could even happen you heard a chair screeching. "What gave you the right to give me that fucking advice huh? How about you stay out of my business with her since you were the one who destroyed your relationship." Yelena was mad, no she was furious with her sister, that's why you weren't surprised that she hung up on you. This was a great time to start driving towards your (ex) parents in law.

You took your bags, threw them into the car you rented, then jumping into the drivers seat and made your way towards Melina's and Alexei's little farm outside of Saint Petersburg. Not long after, you arrived your destination, Melina and Alexei both stood outside already as if they were expecting you. You did not call or text them since it was supposed to be a surprise.

"Ahh finally, my daughter is home again." Alexei walked to you and immediately his arms around your body, squeezing you to death. "I need to breath big guy." He let you go but still smiled at you happily. "Come on inside. I'll show you your room. We decorated a bit, hope you'll like it."

The decoration he was talking about were only new curtains and a stuffed penguin animal. You appreciated their effort.

Later that day when you were outside feeding the pigs, you heard and saw a Quinjet coming. Of course Yelena had the nerve taking a jet and flying to russia. But she wasn't alone. Natasha also tagged along. You gulped at the sight of her standing there in casual clothes. It was actually your first time seeing her in six months. The last time was after the divorce all those months ago. Alexei of course was the happiest, now that all his daughters were home. Melina was happy to see them too but she was more worried about you. At times she was more protective over you than Yelena and even though it was heartwarming, it pained you too. She was like a mother figure that you never had. The longing and grieving of a life you could have had nearly destroyed you whenever you think deeply about it.

"Natasha I need a little help in the kitchen." Was all she said before going inside and the red head trailing after her like a good god. Yelena and dad catched up on stuff while you sat down on a bench near the front door that had a great view on the animals. You had no clue how much time had gone by until your friend and sister sat down next to you. "What is on your mind Y/N Y/L/N?" She tried to get you talking by saying your whole name as teasing but you were starting to feel numb so nothing would bother you anyways.

"As you'd say my ex wife." Seeing her after all this time stirred up a lot of thoughts in you. "What about her precisely?"

You sighed quietly. "I don't know. I guess it's just us in general and how we ended up here." It wasn't a lie but also not the whole truth either. You didn't want to talk in details since you knew it would get you in a vulnerable state. "She was a bitch for demanding that divorce.."

Out of reflex you started to defend your ex. "She got trigged Yel-" "No. Don't. Don't you dare make excuses for her." Yelena cut you off fast. She hated you for defending Natasha in this situation when you deserved so much better.

"It's just the truth. Plus I'm not as innocent in this situation as you think I am." You could have fought more for your wife but instead you signed the divorce papers quick. Probably because of the things that happened before the accident. "Natasha and I had a pretty nasty fight right before she got called on a mission and got her head injury." You paused for a minute. "If I'm being honest.. our marriage was falling apart anyways."

Yelena gaped at you. "I don't understand Natasha always talked so highly of you." You wished that was true, you wished all the good she found in you was actually good.

"I told you this was going to happen!" You yell at her, feeling angry and betrayed that she didn't listen to you. "And yet you ignored me and continue doing it anyways." Natasha hates herself for not listening to you but she'd never admit that out loud. Instead she blames you for everything, she knows it is wrong but it's difficult for her being truthful and vulnerable right now. "This wouldn't have happened if you were more open to the idea of being more affectioned in public. Maybe then he'd have known that I'm not single!"

"He kissed you. Because you kept flirting with him to get what you want.. you're an avenger for gods sake! You can get anything you want just by asking Tony or any of us." You stop yourself from getting even more louder. A deep breath and a few seconds is all you need to be more calm. "You know what? Maybe they all were right when they said you are a monster. Because right now, that's all I see."

The fight didn't leave your mind, it stayed and harassed you daily on repeat. You knew you guys covered up a lot of your problems. A marriage is a piece of work and you guessed you both weren't just ready for that huge marriage step. "Would you ever take her back?" She asked you softly. You were looking so hard for the right words to say but you fell flat. "I'm not in love with her anymore so I don't know." Though you didn't know for sure you constantly told yourself you'rw not in love anymore. If that was the truth then why did you panic when a knock came from the door frame? Why did your heart beat faster when you saw it was Natasha who knocked?

"Dinner is ready." Her voice was quiet but still so damn soft. While you stood up and walked towards the front foor, Yelena's gaze lingered on you for a while before she rushed after you into the house. At dinner you all fell into a comfortable conversation. It felt very awkward at first especially since you were convinced that your ex-lover overheard what you told Yelena. You were also anxious but it got better once Alexei started talking about his new tattoo shop. He had opened it two months ago and was fully booked out already. You were happy for him, tattoos were something what he was extremly good at so the demand was so deserved. After dinner was over you all three went to the bedrooms which you all had to share.

The next morning you wondered why 'dad' was still here. He explained that there was a new girl who worked at his tattoo shop, helping him out for all the appointments. Then he joked about how he'd set any of you three up with her. The blonde daughter just snorted, not wanting anything to do with romance, but he was too excited for an introduction to notice Yelena's obvious disinterest. Maybe he did notice since he showed a photo of her only to Natasha and you. And that was when something struck in you, you didn’t know how or why but you had to see the girl personally. You asked him where his shop was located and after giving you directions you stood up, turned to Yelena asking her to drive you there. Natasha felt irritated at how fast you wanted to see that new girl.

As soon as your eyes met hers, everything around you stopped, you felt a pull to her, a magical pull that you couldn't control. Your arms came around each other and somehow nothing on the world made more sense than this moment.

"Voi herranjumala." (Oh my god.) She said something in a language you thought you knew yet you didn't understood a thing. You pulled away, still standing close to her, she then put your face in between her hands. "Kaipaan sinua, kaksos Y/N." (I missed you, twin Y/N)

"Please don't tell me this is some long lost love reunion." Yelena groaned in misery. You looked at her cluelessly, hoping she'd also pick up your silent plead to help you out in this situation. "Don't look at me! You were the one who rushed me here and hugged her like no there's no tomorrow."

The girl next to you cleared her throat before speaking up, this time finally in a language you all could understand. "Ohh right.. I'm sorry I forgot you don't understand Finnish anymore." Anymore?? What the hell did that mean? "We don't have much time, I'll explain everything later. Twin Y/N do tell me, have you found your one and only?"

You blinked at her. "My what?" She cursed in Finnish, huffing and what seemed beating herself up about something. "Your, what humans would call here, Soulmate." You didn't question her 'what humans' and just shook your head. "I thought I did but no."

"Tell me, what happened?" Her gaze turned extremly intense, you started to feel uncomfortable. "Well we started to fight at one point and then she got a head injury and et voila we were divorced."

Yelena had enough of this conversation, the pulled you backwards and stood in front of you, giving the other girl a death stare. "Whatever you're doing to Y/N has to stop right now or otherwise I'll beat you up." You knew she was dead serious about it, your sister in law was super protective over you. "I'm not doing anything, it's all her doing. We do have to stop talking so slowly, we need to hurry."

"Why hurry? I don't understand?" She visibly got more restless which stresses you out. "You're out of time soon. We have to find your soulmate now." You shock your head at the lady and her crazy words. "I'm sorry this has to be done." And with one finger snap, both of you were gone.

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[kaiandels]

Two Hearts pt.2: Ellie Williams X Reader

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part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - part 4 - part 5 - part 6

‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ - - ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵୨˚̣̣̣͙୧ - - ୨˚̣̣̣͙୧‿︵‿

warnings: crisis abt 🏳️‍🌈, a bit of angst (but Dina is there to make you feel better 🤎), religious tr4uma, mild swearing , y/n having a very long dialogue, and NO INTIMACY displayed yet. YET! okay?

PROOFREAD! (for the first time in forever~)

p.s: this is going to be a tad bit emotional. i mean, “denial” is obviously caused by a root of bottled-emotions right? and thank you for liking pt. 1 🥹 and i’m very sorry if Ellie isn’t really present in this part, this is supposed to be about the reader and the reader only. But she’ll appear in the next part I promise!

After the wonderful moment that you shared with Ellie, you found yourself trapped in a void that constantly held you down. You couldn’t tell anyone, there is some sort of chain that you felt around your throat that makes it so hard to speak. It’s almost as if you’re choking on the air that was supposed to keep you alive. And what makes it harder is that Ellie already left, your source of calmness. Not even because it’s getting late, it’s because her date messaged her that “she wants to give it another try”. But it’s no one’s fault really. If anything, you felt as if it was your fault because you couldn’t admit to yourself that Ellie was the one you really loved. But you shut down that feeling everytime, because you always thought that it was wrong.

Your shaky breaths led you to feel panic, you wanted to call Ellie. But you knew that you can’t because she genuinely wanted to fix the relationship between her and her date because according to her, it was going pretty well until she “Fucked Up” by mentioning you too much. You understood that. So well, even. But why did that feel like you just got punched on the chest? You shook your head and let your mind calm down even just for a second which led you to message your beloved friend, Dina. God knows that you need her right now.

You finally burst out in laughter. Talking with Dina always felt so bittersweet, she always made situations much more lightweight for you even just temporarily. And you will always forever be grateful for her. You always thought that Jesse was such a lucky man. They were a perfect pair. And secretly, Jesse and Dina were rooting for you and Ellie. They have always envisioned double dates with you and Ellie or even when in the future, when you both have families… they imagined the get-together’s on Christmas, Newyear’s, Halloween, or any holiday for that matter. And they were frustrated, and even upset just by the thought of knowing that you both were struggling to admit to yourselves that you both loved eachother in no other way that a man or woman could ever do.

“Sweetie?” you heard Dina’s soothing voice knocking on your door. Swiftly standing up as you opened the door jumping in to her arms sobbing. “Aw… poor baby. Okay, okay, okay.. let’s get over to the couch okay? Sit down and i’ll open some wine and a huggeee tub of icecream for us. Alright?” you nodded and smiled as you felt Dina’s soft fingers wipe your tears away. You both went to the living room as Dina assisted you to sit down. You told her it was fine, and there was really no reason for her to “baby” you like this. “Nuh-uh, today is about you. And besides, I get to hear about the stupid things Ellie said… or done.” You laughed as Dina brought 2 glasses of wine and the tub of icecream.

“So, what happened with Ellie?” Dina asked giving you a spare spoon while opening the tub of icecream, revealing your favorite flavor. “Dina, thank you so much. That’s my favorite!”. You said smiling at her as you scooped a spoon-full for yourself. “No problem. You know what they say, Icecream does help a lot with negative emotions.” You smirked in agreement and took a bite, moaning at the pleasant taste on your mouth. “So? what happened?” You sighed folding your lips in to a thin line and finally ranting your life away.

“It’s not what Ellie did. It’s what she made me feel. I’m so confused Dina, so fucking confused. I’m constantly trying to push my feelings away for women because I have no guts to face it and admit it to myself. I don’t want to do it anymore. Trust me, I really fucking don’t. But it’s just so hard. I’ve been raised in a household where everything from my childhood changed, I couldn’t buy toys that involved cars because they were too “boyish” or I couldn’t wear what I used to wear because I “looked like a man”. And the people… God, the fucking people. They always tell me that it’s wrong, that it’s against God’s words but proceeds to do much worse things. It’s like they’re only religious when they see something they hate. And the expectations thrown at me that I should be able to marry a man, have 3 children, and live in a white house with plants and flowers with wooden floors near a beach in California. I know it sounds perfect, I know it sounds ideal… But what if I don’t want to live that life with a man? Or live that life at all? What if I want to live that life with a woman? What if I don’t want to live in California near a beach? What if I want to live in a farm, peaceful enough but not far from civilization. What if I don’t want children? What if I don’t like them at all because they are annoying and loud and hinders me from actually living up to the life that I want. Not what they want. I fucking want! Like, seriously? 3 children? Do they think i’m made of metal or something? I know that this sounds ridiculous because I have Xavier, and my parents like him a lot. And I WAS happy with him. But he’s a cheater and a liar… And i’m more happy with-“

“Ellie. You’re more happy with Ellie.” Dina smiled bitterly as she moved her hands from her lap to your face, caressing your soft skin slowly. “Look, you don’t have to feel obligated to fulfill your parents frustrations. It is not your duty and will never be. You don’t have to listen to them especially if it’s not what you want for yourself.” Dina added, studying your face as you seemed so vulnerable. “I know, thank you.” You forced a smile, trying to contain any tears that were threatening to fall from your face. “How does she do it?” you asked. “Do what?” Dina asked tilting her head to the side. “Love women? Without giving a care about what people might say or throw at her?” Dina laughed softly hitting your arm. “Hey! what was that for?” You giggled, taken aback by Dina’s sudden happiness. “It’s just… It’s fuckin’ Ellie. Alright? She doesn’t give a flying fuck. Even back then? Nuh-uh Sis, you’re not getting a reaction from her. And besides, last time I checked, she doesn’t believe in God. But if you’re seriously asking, I don’t know either.” Dina shrugged and laughed at her own ramble.

You grabbed Dina’s hands and intertwined them with yours. “I’m having a really hard time, Dina.” Dina looked at her hands and looked back at you. “I know, Sweetie”. She paused for a moment to think then added to her sentence. “I personally think that you should talk to Ellie about this to clear your mind. She’s the gayest of our group, everything you’re going through right now? She has probably gone through already. But, about Xavier? Honestly he’s no good and i’m not trying to throw you shade but I think you’re just with him ‘cause it pleases your parents.” Dina said tightening her grip on your hand and rolling her eyes from the thought. “I mean, you’re not lying…” You said laughing as you caressed her hand softly.

“But seriously… You really should go talk to her. But if you don’t want to, that’s fine either. You’ll figure it out, Sweetie. Baby steps, alright?” Dina said flashing you her most beautiful smile that have always made you melt in all the right ways.

“I will talk to her.”

you didn’t

(yes the wallpaper is the reader and Ellie)

special tag: @gold-dustwomxn 🫶🏻

[fianllyclean]

Hey, dude!

I can’t believe that I’m making this and that we are reliving 1989 based on what happened in 2019 but you know what. 1989 has been the most important piece of work that came into my life of yours. I will never forget as my body was tarnishing from my Type 1 Diabetes diagnosis in Aug of 2014 when you were on top of the ESB in NYC in that beautiful white dress announcing the record, to me 2 weeks later starting high school which as you know was such a difficult time in my life. Out Of The Woods was what unambiguously got me through 2014-2015. The tour for this record meant everything to me as it was the first time I finally got to see you in person since being a fan since 2006. Screaming “She Drives Me Crazy” before the lights went down and the iconic taxi beeping intro began forever remains the most iconic thing of you to do ever. When I think of listening to Clean (Taylor’s Version), I think of my 14 year old self and how much that song has been a pinnacle part of my belonging since it’s initial release. This song has been my favorite of yours for 9 years now. I’m so excited as I’m now 23 to take it all in again, jump to HYGTG and IKP, and belt out WTNY in this new collective manner. An incredible amount has gone on since we’ve last spoke or chatted on here, but your words that you shared with me follow with me each day that I go and create change in the world. My mom talks about you all the time and 5 years later has not moved on regarding your genuine kindness and appreciation that you showed to her at rep Pittsburgh. Here’s to being a college grad (can you believe that we graduated 2 days apart last year), and beginning my 1989 era, pt. 2. I thank you for changing my life with 1989. October 27 is really just a special day, am I right! Love and miss you, dude :) - David @taylorswift

[thatfanfictionchick]

This is intended to be...archival, for myself, mostly. But if you find it interesting you should definitely check out Ikemen Villains!

Ikevil Event - Wrapped in Wicked Romance pt.2

Ellis's Route Ch. 1

·✦...·✧

What is happiness?

It was like the sky at twilight, changing colors right before your eyes.

Even though it may capture your heart forever and never let go, you’ll never experience the same thing twice.

(What am I doing? I really need to pull it together.)

Today, Victor called me to the palace where we enjoyed tea time together.

Just when I thought the day would end with that peaceful chat, he told me something shocking.

Victor: “Oh, I almost forgot! I have your first mission as Fairytale Keeper!”

Kate: “Oh, really? What is it?”

Victor: “I want you to choose one member of Crown to spend the day with as a couple.”

Kate: “... Pardon?”

(As a couple?!)

Kate: “W-wait just a minute! I don’t know the first thing about any of them!”

Victor: “Precisely! That’s just it, Miss Kate!”

Victor: “I was trying to figure out a way you could get to know them more deeply, and I finally came up with it!”

Victor: “I’m an absolute genius! Well, it’s already late today, so you can start tomorrow. I’m so excited.”

(I have to get them to trust me, so I can’t just run away during the first mission. I have to say yes.)

(But how am I supposed to pretend to be a couple with one of them?)

It was going to be a rough day – I was so deep in thought I nearly got run over by a carriage.

I looked down at my ankle, which I’d twisted badly jumping out of the way of the carriage, and let out a sigh.

(Well, there’s no point in worrying about it.)

(I’ll go see Roger and ask if he’ll lend me a plaster or something.)

As I limped up the stairs toward the entrance…

Ellis: “What happened to your leg?”

Kate: “Whoa! You scared me, Ellis.”

Ellis appeared out of nowhere, startling me so much my heart nearly jumped out of my chest.

Ellis: “Are you in pain?”

The night I had avoided being killed by becoming Fairytale Keeper…

…Ellis was the one who’d said, “Should we kill her?”

(Then shortly after that, he gave me some weird proposal and said he’d make me happy.)

I couldn’t help but feel incredibly uneasy.

Ellis: “I’ll take care of you. Put your arm around my shoulders and hang on.”

Kate: “Waaah!”

As soon as he saw that my ankle was swollen, he easily lifted me up without a moment’s hesitation.

Kate: “N-no, I’m fine! I can walk…”

Ellis: “Roger’s not here tonight, so I’ll take a look and determine whether or not you’re fine.”

Ellis ignored my protests and carried me toward the basement.

(He seems really used to this…)

He skillfully wrapped a bandage around my sprained ankle.

His gentle fingers moved deftly while holding my bare foot.

But he was very serious about what he was doing, so he didn’t make me feel bad about it at all.

Ellis: “How did you get hurt?”

Kate: “I was walking along without paying attention and almost got hit by a carriage. I twisted it as I jumped away.”

Ellis: “A carriage, huh? Are you worried about something?”

(I’m not sure if I should talk to him or not… but maybe he has some good advice.)

Kate: “Victor told me my first mission was to pretend to be a couple with one of the Crown members for a day.”

Kate: “But now that my ankle is twisted, I think it would be best if it was someone with whom I wouldn’t have to move around too much.”

Kate: “Do you know who I should choose?”

He finished securing the ends of the bandage together and then stared at me for a moment.

Ellis: “I’d like to do it.”

Kate: “Huh?”

Ellis: “I want to play the role of your boyfriend.”

(He does?!)

Kate: “But why?”

Ellis: “I want to make you as happy as possible while you’re here.”

He’d said something similar on the night we met.

(Why would he think that about someone he just met, right after asking if they should kill me?)

Ellis: “I don’t want you to be sad when the day is over tomorrow. So can I be your boyfriend?”

(I feel slightly uncomfortable with the idea, but…)

He’d been very kind to me and wrapped my ankle with great concern.

I couldn’t be cold or suspicious after that.

Kate: “S-sure.”

Ellis: “...Yay.”

He smiled happily and then lifted me up.

Kate: “I-I’m fine now! You bandaged me up and everything.”

Ellis: “I realize that you’re someone who doesn’t want to cause trouble for others even though you’re injured.”

Ellis: “But I don’t trust you when you say you’re fine. Let me take you to your room.”

Kate: “You’re making a huge fuss over nothing…”

I tried to convince him to stop, but he didn’t have any intention of letting me down.

So I had no other choice but to sit still and let him carry me.

Ellis: “I’d like to know more about you so I can make plans for tomorrow. What makes you happy?”

Kate: “Um… Eating something delicious?”

Ellis: “Hmm. Well, then. I’ll buy something delicious and we can have a picnic.”

Ellis: “I’ll come pick you up tomorrow morning. From that point on, we’ll be a couple.”

Kate: “...Okay. Thank you.”

(I was a bit unsure about this first mission, but it’s going pretty smoothly.)

(Maybe TOO smoothly. Should I be more cautious of Ellis?)

I looked down at the carefully wrapped bandage.

I wasn’t sure why he did it, but he had treated me with great care.

(I’m sure I’ll be fine with Ellis. Right…?)

-next morning-

Ellis: “Good morning, Kate.”

Kate: “Good morning. What’s that?”

The following morning, Ellis came to my room to pick me up, just as he said he would.

He was carrying something that looked like a chair with wheels attached to it.

Ellis: “It’s called a wheelchair. They’re not easy to come by, so I made one.”

Kate: “You made it… But why?”

Ellis: “Because I don’t want my girlfriend to put any strain on her injuries.”

(His girlfriend…)

Kate: “Wait, you did all that for me?”

Ellis: “Of course. Now come and sit down.”

I hesitantly sat down and was surprised at how comfortable it was. I could probably sit there for quite some time.

He pushed me from behind and the wheels turned smoothly as the chair moved forward.

Kate: “This is amazing. I can’t believe that not only do you know of such a useful thing, but you could make it, too!”

Ellis: “A long time ago, I researched things like… I just happened to remember it yesterday.”

Kate: “Thank you so much. I’m really happy. But you’re really making too much of a fuss. I don’t have any broken bones. I can walk.”

I tried to stand up, but…

Ellis: “No. You could make it worse, and then you really won’t be able to walk.”

Kate: “Huh?!”

He hugged me from behind and made me stay in the chair.

Ellis: “I’ll take you anywhere you want to go.”

Ellis: “And if we come across stairs, I’ll lift the chair up.”

Ellis: “All you have to do is sit here today. Please.”

Ellis whispered as he held me, his voice sweet against my ear. I was unable to stand or even move.

I was so bewildered by his excessive kindness. It was like I was being wrapped in a warm blanket.

(...Maybe this is how he treats his girlfriends?)

(Is it weird to ask him to stop, even though we’re pretending to be a couple?)

Kate: “All right. Thank you.”

Ellis: “Great. This will be our first date together.”

Ellis: “And I’ll do my best to make it the happiest day ever.”

·✦...·✧

[chapter 2] [main page]

[bwabys-scenarios]

Reunited

Illumi x Reader

Part 6

pt 5

pt 7

If there was one thing (Name) disliked, it was waiting. She liked to think herself a patient girl, but she wasn’t. (Name) didn’t like the anxiety of being unsure of what would happen next, especially when her friends futures hung in the balance.

She’d been waiting for nearly an hour for Gon and the others to arrive. A few minutes earlier she’s watched Hisoka carry Leorio into the clearing and lean him against a tree, winking at her as he did so.

As soon as he left, she joined Leorio’s side and tended to his wound as best she could, which was mostly just applying a wet rag to his swollen cheek. For a moment she wondered who had hit him, but deep down she felt Hisoka was to blame… and maybe herself.

After all, Hisoka had shown great interest in her, she worried he might hurt her friends just to see her reaction. He seemed like the kind of guy that would love to see her cry.

Killua had also been there for a while. He’d gotten there a little after her and had been glued to her side since. She pondered his strange behavior for a moment while she patted his head, which caused him to stiffen then swat her hand away. (Name) found that very cute.

He sat next to her now, watching her tend to Leorio with curious, cat like eyes. She didn’t really mind, she was just glad he wasn’t avoiding her now.

Though she could do without him following her to use the bathroom. It was uncomfortable enough having to squat in a bush, much less have a 12 yo waiting a few yards away, asking how much longer you’d take.

10 minutes earlier

Killua looked around his surroundings, noticing Gon had gone missing.

“Hm… hope he’ll be alright.”

He tried his best to not worry. He’d seen Gon’s strength and abilities first hand, so he was less worried Gon would die and more worried he’d fail the exam.

As he got closer to the finish line, he stopped for a moment to catch his breath.

When he looked at the ground, he noticed something strange. A picture was on the ground, covered in muck.

When he cleaned it off, he froze, nearly dropping the picture.

In it was… his brother. And…

“(Name)!!??”

Memories began flooding back.

A toddler Killua, around 3-4 years old followed after his older brother through the crowded forest, keeping a good distance away as to not be detected.

He watched his brother meet with a girl. Killua didn’t know Illumi had a friend, much less a GIRL friend. He stuck around until Illumi left, following the girl on her way home.

Once far enough away from Illumi, he made his presence known to the girl.

“Hey, you.”

(Name) stopped, glancing around to find the source of the voice calling out to her.

Killua appeared behind her, giving her a once over.

“Hello, I’m Illumi’s brother, but before I say anything else, promise you won’t tell him we’ve met.”

(Name) looks at him confused. She wondered if this was normal behavior for Illumi’s family, as he was quite odd when they first met as well.

“Um, alright. Promise.”

The boy stared for what seemed like forever, then grinned.

“Got any candy?”

The two made quick friends. (Name) introduced herself and explained her and Illumi’s relationship. She blushed when Killua asked if they were dating and refused to speak further on that.

The two began to meet up the same as with Illumi. After he left, Killua would appear. The first few times he scared (Name), but by the 5th time she was used to it.

Killua had become quite fond of the girl. She was kind and honest, which were two things he often didn’t see in the people around him. If he was being honest with himself, she was more of a mother figure to him than a friend, but he would never admit to that.

When Illumi left to go see (Name) for the last time, Killua happened to have training that day and was running late.

‘Maybe I’ll meet her at her house this time. I could even hide and then jump out and scare her!’

He wiped the after practice sweat from his forehead and grinned, pulling off his dirty shirt and putting on a new, clean one.

As he left his room, he stopped by the stairs. He saw his mother talking with a strange looking man, someone with the aura of a trained killer.

He pretended to walk past, uninterested in the conversation, only catching the end of it.

“And make sure that girl is DEAD. I won’t have my son going to meet with some whore and ruining his future. Make it seem like a terrorist attack or something, just get it done.”

Killua had to do his best not to freeze in place. He continued to walk past, ignoring his mom trying to pull him in for an icy cold hug.

“Going to play for a bit.”

Killua ran faster than he ever had before. He felt deep in his stomach that if he didn’t, she would be dead before he got there. On the way, he sensed Illumi leaving, and only stopped to hide while his brother passed by. He was usually less observant on the way back from his visits.

When Killua finally reached (Name), he was in hysterics. He didn’t often cry, but he was crying now, snot running down his face.

(Name) felt something wrap it’s arms around her waist and bury its face into her back, and from the looks of the long nailed hands…

“Killua? Killua sweetheart, what’s wrong?”

Her sweet, mother like voice made his heart ache even more, his tears soaking the back of her overalls.

“You’re gonna… they’re gonna…”

(Name) turned and crouched down, pulling his head into her chest to soothe him. (Name) had siblings, so seeing a child cry like tugged at her heartstrings.

“It’s okay, take your time. What’s going to happen?”

An hour later and (Name) was gone. After explaining as much as he could, he took her home and made sure her parents knew that they were in danger.

Normally they wouldn’t just believe that, but a child of the Zoldyck family telling them that their daughter was going to be assassinated sure helped her case.

He had to leave after that to not cause any suspicion, so he didn’t get to make sure she actually survived. Illumi’s reaction when he came back from killing the “terrorist” and visiting her home didn’t really give Killua much hope.

Over time Killua forgot about her, to protect his heart.

Until now.

Present Time

Killua watched (Name), a content look on his face. He reminded (Name) of a cat that had just been given a can of tuna.

“Two more have qualified!”

(Name) lifted her head up just in time to see Kurapika and Gon arrive, quickly hunching over to catch their breath. (Name)’s face brightened.

“Over here!” she called. The two walked over slowly, seeing Leorio starting to wake up with a huge bump in his cheek.

“Ah, (Name), you made it.”

Kurapika was the first to speak after catching his breath. He offered her a smile.

“Yeah, I’m pretty surprised I was able to make it myself.”

She decided to keep her needing to be saved to herself. It embarrassed her just a little bit that she couldn’t go through the swamp by herself, but directions weren’t her strong suit. No matter, this was a good lesson for her and she’d be more prepared next time.

“Don’t sell yourself short, you were even here before me.”

Killua plopped down beside (Name), leaning his head on her shoulder.

For just a second he was back to being a little kid, leaning on (Name)’s shoulder while she gently brushed her fingers through his hair. She never complained about having to watch him and always listened to him cry about his situation. He wishes he was that kid again now, but he wasn’t, and she didn’t even remember him.

As quickly as he leaned on her shoulder, he leaned back and stood.

“I’ll be right back.”

They all watched him walk away. Gon looked between Killua and (Name).

Gon hadn’t known Killua long, but Killua didn’t seem the type to relax so easily around someone he didn’t know. He stored this interaction in his mind for later.

“Ah… my head.”

(Name) quickly turns towards Leorio who was groggily blinking, rubbing his cheek with a scowl on his face.

—————

“Phase Two of the exam will occur here, in the Biska Forest Park. Best of luck to all of you.”

After his last few words of encouragement, Mr. Satotz walked away back where they came.

The group of renaming applicants were left in front of a large gate, which began opening as Mr. Satotz was out of sight.

“Will all applicants who passed the First Phase please enter?”

Inside of the gated walls was a mansion sized home with two figures sitting in front of the door. One was a tall, rotund man, another a petite woman.

“Welcome. I’m Manchi, the Second Phase examiner,” the petite girl called, relaxing against her chair. The man behind her smiled widely.

“And I’m Buhara, the other examiner.”

The crowd joined the two examiners in the front yard of the mansion, silent before they hear something akin to a rawr.

“What was that sound?”

The petite girl looked back to her large companion.

“You must be hungry.”

“I’m starving…”

Manchi stood from her seat with a huddle. “There yiu have it! Phase Two will involve…”

(Name) tilted her head.

“Cooking!”

The crowd broke out into whispers, and some angry complaints.

“Wait, cooking!? We’re here to take the Hunter Exam!”

“Your challenge for the second Phase is to produce a dish that will satisfy both of our palates.”

“Why do we have to cook?”

She put her hands on her hips, seemingly a bit irritated.

“That’s because we are Gourmet Hunters.”

(Name) jumped to attention. If cooking for gourmet hunters was what she needed to do, she would try her best. She was the daughter of a baker and chef after all, she wasn’t a novice in the kitchen.

Most of the crowd begins laughing, insulting the Gourmet Hunters. The once only slightly irritated Manchi looked angry now.

“Buhara.”

He stepped forward and banged his stomach like a gong.

“The required ingredient is pork. You’re free to use meat from any species of Biska Forest pigs. You must use the cooking facilities here to prepare the pork, and you only pass if we both find it delicious.”

“And we will evaluate more than just the taste, so don’t underestimate the intricacies of cooking. Got it? When we’ve both eaten our fill, the exam will end.”

“We get it, let’s just start.”

Manchi sighs, and Buhara raises his hand.

“Then, the exams Secind Phase begins now!”

With the bang of his stomach, all of the contestants leave the area to search for their main dish.

[aladaylessecondblog]

i messed around and got addicted (gortash x good tav pt. 13)

Author's Note: Was going through comments in my inbox and saw one where somebody asked for a Gortash POV so uh...here you go.

idk let's pretend it's a journal entry. Kind of jumps around a bit in the timeline so far.

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It was supposed to be much easier than this. Gauge her interests, see where her lines were, mold the puddle of weeping and wailing into something that I could use. And it was easy enough at first. It worked.

Tav did exactly what I thought she'd do. She took the offer, yielded to every request I made of her. Even better, she liked to submit, and at first I thought it was because she longed for some direction after the shock she'd gotten thanks to that mad dog Orin.

It was easy.

Those "friends" of hers made it SO EASY. A few shorter letters--whatever Tav might have suspected at the time, I held none back from her--and that was it. That do-gooder Ravengard boy did more than I thought, but he's always been that sort of person. Looking after people.

After that meeting later on, Karlach sent an angry letter demanding to know what I'd done to her, what spell I'd put Tav under to make her so compliant with what I wanted. I replied more politely than she frankly deserved.

I said it was not what I did, but what she and the rest of Tav's former friends didn't do. They left the door open; I simply walked on through.

Falling in love with Tav was never going to happen, and a good thing too, for Bane does not care for such things. It is weakness and nothing good can come from it.

I told myself that enjoying the weekly, expected visit to her bedroom (or mine) was merely because she was a good lover. (That tongue of hers is a gift from the gods. It tends to make me feel like I'm having a bloody stroke when she's at work with it.)

I told myself that enjoying her submission to my will was only natural.

My plan went perfectly. And when she fell pregnant--even better! I meant what I said when I told her about my lifespan. I make no plans to live forever, as that would require my being beholden to an outside entity.

I did that once, and not of my own will.

Never again.

Never again.

Bane--is different, and I believe Tav understands this, considering her devotion to Ilmater. A deal in which both benefit is different than having one's soul at the disposal of a monster. I don't particularly consider her association with Silvanus one way or the other. That one's more distant. Doesn't really count, as he neither gets in my way nor serves me.

I think I know when things began to shift. The first morning that I really noticed the way her body was filling out, when her pregnancy was particularly obvious to me.

And...perhaps the sight of her was arousing. A little voice sounded off in the back of my head. You did that, it said, Look at her, swelling with life because of YOU.

That meeting with Karlach, that day...Tav fell right into my hands.

I heard word that she'd said some inflammatory things in the Elfsong. It sparked rumors that I managed to quash - my poor wife was obviously feverish and overworked. It worked.

I just had to deal with Tav herself. The woman was putty in my hands, and all it took was a few tender words to get her talking. About Cazador, about the plans the vampire lord had. And then--

--then she mentioned--him.

That he was dead.

And I might, perhaps, have celebrated the fact a little too enthusiastically. But Tav begged and moaned like the best whore I've ever heard, and not even knowing at that point what this was about--

It kept getting worse.

Cazador began to follow her about at gatherings he was invited to. She mentioned not being fond of swift death and...I, finding that rather charming, mused that she was vengeful. She replied that she was only such to those who deserved it, and I naturally replied that WE decided who deserved it.

It was beautiful, watching her eyes light up, her expression change. As if I'd opened a door to a new idea she'd never considered.

But, of course, with things going so well...

...Cald was born. Cald was born, and...

I'm not going to go on overmuch about it. But staring at that defenseless face made me wonder why. What was wrong with me?

And I didn't believe her when she gave the answer she did. We yelled. Some...regrettable things were said, and I still can't understand when such things BECAME regrettable.

We figured it out, eventually, and all was as it should be. And seeing her hold the boy--OUR boy, OUR son--seemed to change something within me. She loved him, watched him like a hawk. Saw danger at every turn and worked to guard against it.

Tav was just what a mother SHOULD be.

We learned each other's stories...

Hearing Tav praise certain skills was one thing.

But no matter how much control I asked her for, she gave it. She yielded to every command, submitted to every demand.

I didn't want to let go of her.

I wondered what the name was for my malady. What WAS this?

I realized it the day Tav encouraged me to speak to Cald, even if he didn't understand me. I felt utterly stupid, explaining the intricacies of their inner workings to a baby. I chanced a look at her, saw her smiling down at Cald. She happened to look up at me, and gave me that smile too.

I love my wife.

FUCK!

[mads-weasley]

Legacy Pt. 9: Monsters

tfatws!Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Reader

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A/N: Two updates within a week? I'm on a ROLL! I am officially done with school, so I can have a lot more time to write! I look forward to finishing this series! I do not own any characters except (y/n)!

Summary: Walker's unexpected arrival during the fight with the Flag Smashers leaves a lasting impression that will forever taint the legacy of Captain America.

Warnings: MAJOR ANGST, not much comfort, but a little... I'm sorry? I think?

Karli crossed a line when she decided to threaten Sarah and the boys, and Sam was fuming as the trio suited up. As (y/n) was getting dressed, Sharon knocked on the door.

"Coming," she announced, zipping up her suit. The woman was surprised to see Sharon's smiling face.

"Sharon, hi. What's up?"

She slid through the open door carrying a vest in her hand. "So, I know you got banged up last time you guys fought the Flag Smashers, so here's one of my spare Kevlar vests."

(Y/n) shook her head. "I'll be fine, Sharon. But thank you."

Not taking no for an answer, she held out the vest to the (y/h/c). "Please take it."

"Fine," she sighed, and as Sharon began to walk away, (y/n) called out to her. "Thanks for everything. Really."

With a nod, she left (y/n) to finish getting ready.

The trio booked it to the location Sarah had given Sam, and his anger radiated off him in waves. Turning the corner into a large courtyard, Sam yelled for the girl.

"Karli!"

Within a few seconds, she appeared, leaning over the second-floor railing. As they were hurrying up the steps, Bucky grabbed (y/n)'s uninjured hand gently.

"Be careful, alright? We know how dangerous they can be."

Glancing at Karli ahead of them, she sighed, holding up her casted hand. "How can I forget?"

He sent her a glare. "I'm serious. Last time they put you in the hospital, doll. I won't let it happen again."

"I know," (y/n) whispered, squeezing his hand with a smile. "Sharon gave me the vest, but I think you were really the mastermind behind that ordeal."

He raised his eyebrows incredulously, faking hurt. "What? Me? Care about my girlfriend? I could never."

(y/n) shook her head silently, squeezing his hand again. "I love you."

Bucky returned the small smile. "I love you, too."

The couple stood behind Sam as he approached Karli.

"You called my sister? That's how we're gonna play this?"

"Sam," she began. "I would never hurt her. I wanted to understand you better."

Glancing over Sam's shoulder at (y/n) and Bucky, she stood up off the railing she'd been leaning against.

"I see you, um, didn't come alone."

Sensing the tension, Bucky stepped slightly in front of (y/n), blocking the girl's view of her.

"We have to end this now," Sam demanded, but she didn't bat an eye.

"I don't want to hurt you. You're just a tool in the regimes I'm looking to destroy."

Slightly zoning out of the conversation, (y/n) glanced around the courtyard, looking for any signs of it being a trap. After a few seconds, Sam turned to them quickly, breaking (y/n) from her trance.

"It's Walker."

In a split second, Bucky jumped down to the first floor but was slammed mid-air by Karli, leaving him groaning on the floor. (y/n) yelled for him while Sam flew down, fighting the girl while Bucky recovered. By the time (y/n) made it down the stairs, Karli was on the ground and Bucky had finally made his way to his feet.

Sam was out of breath as he gestured towards the door. "Go! I'll send you the location."

The couple sprinted out the door, and Bucky easily more than doubles her speed. As she moved, she could feel the vest constricting her movements, and (y/n)growled under her breath. She hated wearing body armor.

"I'll meet you there, Buck!" She yelled, taking a back alley as a shortcut. Weaving through the buildings to the warehouse, (y/n) froze as a blonde woman appeared in front of her. In her hand, she held a flag smasher mask. Recognition flashed in the woman's eyes and she took off around the corner.

Hot on her heels, (y/n) sprinted after her for a minute until she turned and ran into an alleyway. As she went to follow the woman, (y/n) barely missed a well-aimed swing for her face by ducking quickly. The avenger knew she couldn't beat a super-soldier in brute strength, so she reached down at her waist for the shock batons Sharon had given her.

They crackled to life as (y/n) swung at the blonde. Quickly dodging the hit, the girl tried to sweep (y/n) off her feet, but she was already one step ahead, jumping out of reach. Luckily for (y/n), something caught the woman's attention in the main street behind her. Taking advantage of the distraction, (y/n) slammed the baton into her shin, bringing her to one knee. With one swing, she was out cold.

Glancing behind her, (y/n) saw someone dash past the opening of the alleyway. Confused, she ran to the entrance, only to see multiple people running as well. Cursing to herself, she took off in the direction they came from.

Within a minute, she came upon a scene she could only describe as horrific. John Walker had a flag smasher pinned under his knee, screaming at him. He then raised the shield, Steve's shield, above his head, aiming for the man below him.

"John!" She yelled, running towards him. "Stop! You don't want to do thi-"

She was cut off when he turned suddenly and slammed the shield into her chest, sending her flying through the air. She landed on the hard stone floor, gasping for breath as she lay on her back, unable to move.

Bucky and Sam ran onto the scene moments later, and Bucky's heart dropped at the sight of her on the ground and the pained gasps that escaped her lips.

"(Y/n)!" The soldier cried, dropping to his knees next to her. "You're okay! You're okay! Breath for me, doll."

With wide eyes, she continued to open her mouth, but she couldn't draw in any air. Her hands flew to her chest in panic. Bucky looked up at Sam with desperate eyes.

"Sam! I don't know what to do!"

He ran to their side. Luckily he knew what to do.

"Get this vest and suit off her," Sam ordered. "It's too tight. Then sit her up and calm her down!"

Even though he was freaking out just as much as Bucky, he knew he had to keep his cool for his friend's sake. He'd never seen him so frantic.

Instantly, Bucky reached and ripped off the vest and unzipped the suit, revealing her white tank top underneath. He peeled the rest of the bodysuit off her sweaty body torso as Sam sat her up against his chest. They knew she needed to get air fast or she would pass out.

"(Y/n/n). You're okay. Breathe. You can do it. Breathe with me."

He inhaled once slowly, but her attempt failed. Seeing the fearful tears in her eyes, he cupped her cheeks. "You have to breathe, doll. Now, with me!"

"Can't!" She mouthed, shaking her head roughly.

"Yes, you can!"

Once again, he took a deep breath, and this time (y/n)'s chest rose just barely with air. He could've cried with relief but he willed the tears away as he focused on helping her breathe.

"There you go. Attagirl," he cooed, smoothing her (y/h/c) hair off her sweaty forehead. "You're alright."

When she had gotten better control of her breathing, he pulled her into his chest, rubbing her back gently. Looking up towards the fountain, he saw the aftermath of Walker's rage: an unrecognizable body covered with blood.

Sam read Bucky's mind as he glanced around them at the growing crowd. "We need to get out of here."

With a nod, he helped (y/n) to her feet, holding an arm around her waist. The lack of oxygen made her dizzy, so she leaned on him heavily to stay upright. Bucky's stomach churned with anger as he gazed at Sam with a blank expression.

"I'm going to kill John Walker."

"No, Buck," she wheezed, voice low. "That's the last thing you need to do."

His hold on her tightened slightly. "So he can just get away with almost murdering that guy and almost killing you? I don't think so. "

"Buck, come on," Sam scoffed. "I know you're angry, but we've got to let the justice department handle him."

A grunt was the only answer he got as they walked toward the safe house.

Bucky sat next to (y/n) on the couch, hand draped over her shoulders, tucking her into his side. Since Walker's outburst, he hadn't left her side. As they flipped through the TV channels, every station was reporting on what had transpired.

"CAPTAIN AMERICA RECORDED KILLING UNARMED MAN AND INJURING AVENGER, (Y/N) (Y/L/N)," each headline read. The numerous videos and different angles of the incident were already viral, with millions of people seeing the cruelty through a screen.

When (y/n) saw the video for the first time, she was horrified. In the moment, she was so focused on trying to breathe that she didn't even notice what John had done to the man. Bucky, who hadn't seen her get hit earlier, took it the hardest when the video depicted (y/n) getting slammed by Walker. Every time it replayed, she could feel him tense beside her. Sensing his anger, she turned it off and turned toward him.

"I'm okay, Buck," she whispered, pulling his hand up to her heart. "I'm fine."

He brought a hand up to her cheek, his thumb ghosting over a healing bruise. "You weren't fine when you couldn't breathe."

"James, I-"

"No," he interrupted, his voice shaking. "Do you know how terrible it was to see you on the ground like that? I didn't know if you were dying, or-"

His throat closed up at the thought, and this time, he couldn't stop the tears from filling his eyes. "I just knew I couldn't lose you, too. I've lost everyone I love and I refuse to lose you, (y/n). I won't."

A single tear leaked out of his eye, but (y/n) was quick to wipe it away as she rested her forehead against his. "You're not going to lose me, James. I'm not going anywhere."

"Good," he whispered, capturing his lips in hers. Running a hand into her hair, his tongue slipped through her parted lips, deepening the kiss.

Before it could go any further, Sam burst into the room. "I've got a location on Walk-"

He cut himself off when he looked up from his phone at the scene in front of him. "Sorry guys, you can make out later. Let's get Walker."

Glaring, Bucky quickly got up off the couch, following Sam out the door. When he noticed (y/n) doing the same, he whipped around to face her.

"You're not going. Not after earlier," he insisted.

She brushed by him with a smirk. "I'm going. End of story."

"Wha-"

"Nope, come on, Barnes."

Grumbling he ran into another room to grab something before running after her. When he caught up, she looked back just in time to see her Kevlar vest being shoved over her neck. She threw her hands up with a groan as it was Bucky's turn to wear a smirk.

"This thing saved you last time, so don't think you're not going to wear it."

The trio quickly made their way through the city to Walker's hideout, which was an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the city. As they neared the entrance, Sam stopped them.

"As much as I want to kill him," he glanced at Bucky. "I think that we need to try and talk him down first."

(Y/n) nodded to the pair. "I agree, but after earlier, I don't know if we'll get anywhere."

"I hope we don't," Bucky deadpanned.

Both (y/n) and Sam's eyes widened.

"Just cause I decided not to kill him doesn't mean I don't want to kick his-"

"Alright," Sam interrupted. "Let's go. (Y/n), I don't want you go get involved unless absolutely necessary."

With a nod from the (y/h/c), they walked into the dark warehouse. They found John on his knees with the shield in front of him. Hearing their footsteps, he looked up slowly, craning his neck from side to side before whispering something to herself. She and Bucky shared a worried glance, and he stepped in front of her protectively.

Sam spoke first. "Walker."

As he got closer, his eyes found (y/n)'s smaller figure behind Bucky. "You guys should see a medic, you don't look so good."

"Stop, Walker."

"What?" The man asked raising his voice, "You saw what happened. You know what I had to do. I killed him because I had to! He killed Lemar!"

Bucky spoke up, withholding anger as he spoke calmly. "He didn't kill Lemar, John. Don't go down that road. Believe me, it doesn't end well."

"I'm not like you."

Blood boiling at the comment, (y/n) started to walk towards him, but Bucky shot an arm out to stop her.

"I assumed you'd be down for the count," John sneered. "Too bad that vest did its job."

The calm version of Bucky was gone in an instant. "What did you just say?" He growled, taking a step closer to Walker.

Wanting to delay a fight for as long as possible, Sam stepped up next to Bucky, holding a hand out toward the phony captain. "Listen, it was the heat of the battle. Okay? If you explain what happened, they may consider your record."

(y/n)'s eyes were glued to the bloody shield as she spoke. "We don't want anyone else to get hurt."

John was calm. Too calm, and that was what scared her the worst. She'd seen anger, but this was something different. This was something much darker.

"John. You gotta give me the shield, man."

Lifting his head, he looked at each of them with a sick grin. "Oh. So that's what this is. You almost got me."

Sam shook his head. "You made a mistake."

"You don't want to do this."

Looking up from the floor, Bucky clenched his fist. "Yeah, we do."

(Y/n) took a deep breath, knowing what was about to go down. By the time she'd let it out, Bucky lunged towards Walker, and the battle had begun. She just hoped they'd come out on top against the monster before them.

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