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𝐖𝐀𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒 (p.sh)

PAIRING: knight!sunghoon x queen!reader (f)

SUMMARY: after your parents death, you were forced to be crowned queen of the north realm and decided to take a young sergeant as your personal guard. however, you can’t ignore the evident tension between the two of you, that will lead to some… illicit affairs. well, it never happened if nobody knows, right?

WARNINGS: 1800s au. mentions of war and death, fencing terms, sexual tension, unprotected sex (they didn’t have condoms, did they?), masturbation, dirty talk, missionary, fingering, cream pie, angst if you squint (like, really squint), mentions of scars, pet names (sweetheart), i abused the world ‘would’. i know. lmk if more. NOT PROOFREAD.

PUBLISHED: 20th August 2024

WC: 6k

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a/n: honestly, i don’t like it. the idea was good, the outcome not so, but let me know your thoughts. i literally don’t know old english, my knowledge comes from pride and prejudice and bridgerton, im sorry (i gave up by the end and it shows). please LIKE & REBLOG (or don’t, cause this is the worst fic i’ve ever written lol)

You hadn’t realised just how drastically your life could change overnight until you woke up to the news that your father, the ever so powerful king of the North realm, had died in war.

Soon, your teachers were making you learn about strategies and alliances, not about history anymore, your legions kneeled before you, ready to be at your service.

You had to watch your mother, the woman you looked up to, being consumed by the grief of her dead husband until the grim reaper decided to make them reunite.

Leaving you all alone. Helpless, bearing a burden so heavy it crashed your shoulders.

In just the span of a month you found yourself leading a kingdom through war, sending hundreds of warriors to their death sentence.

The crown weighed significantly on your head, your desk was full of scrambled letters and quills dripping ink, and if it wasn’t for your most-trusted maid, Ella, you would’ve certainly already died of hunger, leaving your people without a ruler.

Fortunately, the same day of your coronation, the first day of you being a queen was also the first day of a young sergeant.

He was the youngest of all, just like you being the youngest of the monarchs, and was leading the loyal legion.

Doing a better job than you, you had to say. He was diligent, perfect in his tasks and polite whenever you interpellated him.

His name was Park Sunghoon, and it didn’t take much for you to nominate him as your personal royal guard.

He was an attractive man, barely a couple of years older than you but he indeed towered you by much.

Sunghoon’s face was sharp, with a defined jawline and hardly any trace of baby-fat left.

Despite his frail appearance, you knew he had defined muscles hidden under his white guard uniform, you had seen it.

Even if you were busy with your tight schedule, especially after your coronation, you still found the time to peek at him.

In the morning he’d train the royal legions, helping new warriors. In the afternoon, he would follow you through your travels around the realm, visiting villages and other castles.

The days you stayed at the castle he’d occupy his afternoons by doing some training alone and some evenings he would stand out of your bedroom to guard.

And Sunghoon? Well, he was as attracted to you as you were.

It always sent jolts of excitement whenever he was around you, walking you to your activities and always keeping an eye for possible harms.

Especially one day, when Ella ran towards him with a bucket full of water when he was guarding your bedroom “Sergeant!” She panted, “Please, would you be so kind to bring this into her majesty’s room? I need to get another one.”

Sunghoon was quick to nod “Of course.” He replied politely and took the heavy — for her, not so for him — bucket from her hands.

Ella sincerely thanked him and hurried away to complete her task while the young guard opened your bedroom door.

When his eyes raised to your figure, he saw you standing there… naked. Probably expecting your maid to enter and certainly not your personal guard.

Your hands quickly shot to cover your dignity, your cheeks tinting a deep shade of pink as you breathed “Dear lord.”

Had he been more reckless, he would’ve dropped the bucket, but he managed to keep his polite demeanour.

“My sincere apologies, my lady, I should’ve knocked.” He turned slightly to the side so as not to look at you, but still managed to peek from the corner of his eye.

“D-doesn’t matter..” You murmured, reaching for the nightgown on the chair of the desk and quickly slipping it on “I just didn’t expect it to be… you, sergeant.”

Sunghoon nodded, “Where do you want me to place this?” He asked, raising the container of water.

You stepped aside, hugging your arms like you were afraid your nightgown could reveal your body to him once more. Not like he would complain.

“Inside the tub would be great.” You replied, watching as he lifted the bucket and dropped the hot water in it.

Sunghoon dared to look at you only then, bowing his head slightly “I apologise again. I did not wish to make you uncomfortable.”

You let out a small breath and offered him a warm smile. You were always so kind and thoughtful to everyone, it made him want to lock those who dared to criticise you in the dungeons and make them all perish.

“Worry not,” Your voice was gentle, like a ray of sunshine through the storm “I forgive you, after all, it was an accident.”

Sunghoon thought that if he ever had the chance to take a glimpse at your perfect, naked body, he would’ve taken it right away.

But he chose against letting you know and opted for a “Thank you, my queen.” He bowed, “Anything else you need for me?”

“No, thank you.” You said “You can go back to your duty.”

He nodded and headed to the door, hesitating for a second and then walked out.

The image of your naked body was hard to remove from his mind. Sergeant.

Your curves, your dips, the colour of your skin, your breasts and your pretty pussy… Sergeant?

He wondered what you would feel like if he touched you, tasted you— “Sergeant!”

The voice of one of the royal guards snapped Sunghoon out of his thoughts. He cleared his throat “Yes?”

“It’s my turn,” He said, his eyes blinking faintly “Are you feeling alright?”

“Yes, worry not.” Sunghoon nodded and gave his farewell to the guard before walking to his chamber.

Since you had labelled him worthy of being your personal knight, his bedroom was in the same wing as yours, unlike all the other knights in the legion that stayed in the West wing.

He entered his chamber and closed the door behind his back, the room was dark except for the moonlight shining from the window.

It was better that way, he enjoyed the natural light, rather than the artificial one from the candles that also smelled bad and spread smoke in the room.

Sunghoon sighed, quickly removing his uniform to put on some more comfortable clothes, some black pants and a white, sleeved shirt.

He dropped down on the bed, another quiet sigh leaving his lips.

He rested one of his arms behind his head while he played mindlessly with the laces of his shirt.

It was stronger than him, his mind kept replaying the same scene over and over again.

Your body.

Perhaps, it was that you were so modest, despite literally being the ruler of the kingdom, or it was the fact that you were literally his type.

But he was drawn to you, the same way a donkey was to the apple in front of him. Maybe not the best example, but you get it.

At the thought of your flushed face, he felt his pants growing tighter. At your plump and tender lips, he palmed himself to soothe his growing desire.

At the memory of your perky nipples and your breasts, his hand slipped inside his trousers until he pulled them down to his ankles.

Sunghoon knew he couldn’t be loud, but the soft whimpers and groans that left his lips weren’t contained.

He imagined it was your hand, the one providing him relief, that you were down on your knees, batting your eyelashes at him.

“Oh yes, you’re so good.” He whispered, squeezing the base of his thick cock, it twitched.

The tip was angry red as he heavenly stroked it, never focusing on one place more than the other.

If it were you, would you lick his tip? Would you squeeze his balls and take him in your mouth?

Would you ever fit him all?

“Take my cock,” He groaned, thrusting his hips upward to fuck his fist “Take it like a good girl.”

He pressed two fingers on the tip of his length, edging himself “You like to tease, my lady?”

So many filthy scenes played in his mind, keeping him company as he felt the sweet sensation in his lower stomach.

“I’m so close, sweetheart.” He groaned, moving his hand so fast it almost hurt his wrist “You want it on your breasts? Of course.” He kept moving until he saw white, “Take it.”

He was left spent, dirty white all over his sheets as he tried to even his breath.

Sunghoon fell asleep with a smile on his face that night, and he woke up even better after you visited his dreams and showed him how much you wanted him.

…Too bad it wasn’t real, right?

𓆩♡𓆪

After your little and awkward interaction with Sunghoon, the previous evening, you decided to go find him during his late afternoon training.

You would’ve lied if you were to say it didn’t turn you on, the thought of being seen by him in such an intimate manner. But that, he mustn’t know.

He was wearing a black sleeved shirt and a pair of trousers of the same colour, a great contrast with his skin.

You quietly tip-toed, walking towards as he stroked in the air with the fencing sword.

His movements were calculated, precise and so mesmerising you hadn’t even realised you were right behind him until the blade stopped right beside your jugular.

You gulped “Good evening.” Sunghoon widened his eyes and quickly placed himself into a more polite position, removing the swords from your neck “I'm so sorry, my lady, I didn’t see you coming.”

You just smiled at him “You seem excellent at fencing.” You commented, your fingertips trailing the blade of the sword, careful not to cut yourself.

“Fencing is one of my favourite parts of training, my queen.” He replied, his tone serious.

You hummed “Is that so?” The way the sunset kissed his skin, how his hair was perfectly combed and matched with his fit looked straight out of the erotic novels you hid under your bed.

“I’ve always wanted to learn this type of art.” You informed him “Though, it would be too scandalous for a woman to do it, wouldn’t it?”

Sunghoon’s gaze was soft as he commented “There’s nothing scandalous in wanting to be able to defend yourself.” He threw you a french sword “Even if you have a whole legion before you.”

You swiftly caught it, circling around Sunghoon while he did the same.

“Nah ah,” He was quick to correct “Eyes on the enemy’s, never on the sword.” You diverted your gaze from the sword to his chocolate, warm eyes.

“Great,” Sunghoon praised. “You must study your enemy if you have the time, watch his body language.”

He stroked again and you barely missed it. A second time and you docked it.

At the third, you blocked it “You slightly blink your right eye when you strike.”

Sunghoon smiled proudly, “Yes, that’s right.” You squealed happily, making him slightly widen his eyes.

If it wasn’t the best sound he’d ever heard.

“Now, your strike isn’t bad, especially in second and third, but your position can be better.” He dropped his sword and walked behind you.

“Bend your knees.” He commanded and you obliged again, following his instructions “Your arm shouldn’t stay that far… tilt your elbow.”

“Your back is already straight,” His fingers trailed the laces of your corset, feeling your spine underneath them “But your chin should be tilted… like this.” He tipped your chin up with his index finger.

“How about how?” You whispered breathlessly, feeling the coldness of his skin against your burning one.

“Better, but not perfect.” Sunghoon replied and quickly put space between the two of you “Still, you’re one of my best students.”

You smiled happily and was about to reply when Ella called you from afar because dinner was being served.

You sighed “I must go.” You said, slightly hoping he would keep you with him.

However, obviously, he just nodded and bowed. “It has been a pleasure, my lady.”

As he watched you walk away, he hoped you hadn’t felt the proof of his desire pressed against your back when he fixed your position… the proof he had to fix before anyone could notice.

𓆩♡𓆪

Sunghoon’s footsteps echoed through the dark hallway as he made his way to your room. He wasn’t sure about the reason as to why you called him, given the fact that he was supposed to be patrolling the main gates, but it seemed clear when he noticed you had already sent the guard outside your room to rest.

He stood in front of your bedroom door, the hallway only dimly lit by the few candles on the walls.

There was something in his mind that told him he was still in time to turn his heels and simply ignore your late-night visit request, even if it would eventually get him in trouble.

Still, he aight and placed his hand on the doorknob, quietly opening your bedroom door and entering.

Out of precaution, he locked the door behind him and made a few steps towards you, nevertheless keeping some distance.

“My queen,” Sunghoon began, “I thought you’d be asleep by now.” His tone was quiet, almost concerned.

You were standing in front of the large window that gave you a nice view of the royal gardens, the moonlight illuminating the room as well as a few candles on the tables.

Despite the late hours, you were still wearing your pistachio green gown, your favourite one. The one that once belonged to your mother.

It gave you a sense of comfort, reminiscing the days where you would drown in the fabric as you played queen and princess with her.

You deeply wished it was still a game.

“I’ve been having trouble sleeping.” You replied, still giving him your back.

Sunghoon cleared his throat. Yes, he’d seen you in that gown the same morning, but now, in the intimacy of your chamber, it made him want to drop to his knees.

He made his way so that he was standing just a few steps behind you “Any particular reason for your lack of sleep?” He inquired.

You sighed softly. The moon made your doe eyes sparkle, as if they held the stars in them, “Perhaps, thoughts of the upcoming war.”

Sunghoon’s hands hitched to hold yours, to give you the comfort you needed without any paternal figure to rely on.

Still, he kept them clasped behind his back. The need to be respectful of your position was still in the front of his mind.

“It is not confirmed yet,” He tried to reassure “The other kingdoms may decide not to attack anymore.”

You tried to find reassurance in his words, but even if your people thought so, you weren’t naïve. “They killed my father,” You gulped. “It’s just a matter of time before they come at me next.”

And that was true, everytime you ever tried to close your eyes to seek some rest, your mind would play any possible scenario.

You being slayed, you being beheaded… your kingdom going in flames.

“No one will touch you,” His voice was soothing, like a hand pulling you out of deep water, preventing you from drowning “Not while I’m here.”

You finally allowed yourself to look at him, afraid that if you did it the second you heard the key of your room twisting you would’ve kissed him.

His hair was still perfectly in place, his forehead in sight. His porcelain-like skin glowing under the rays of the moon, caressing his cheeks.

You offered him a polite smile “You seem confident, sergeant.”

Sunghoon let the briefest of a smile form on his lips “Confidence comes with the job,” He said, softly “It is my duty to protect you, my queen, and I take that very seriously.

“What else does your job offer?” You asked, fully turning your body towards him “Apart from private fencing lessons and a twenty-four-seven guarding.”

His breath hitched slightly when you stood in front of him, he hadn’t even realised the vicinity you two had until he had to tilt his head down to stare at you. It would be so easy to reach out and touch you, to feel your skin against his hands.

Sunghoon’s gaze slowly dragged from your chest up to your face. “That’s it, mainly,” He said, his voice a little rougher than before. “Though… my duties extend to anything you ask of me, my queen.”

“Anything?” You murmured quietly, your eyes widening.

He wanted to touch you so badly, to pull you against him so he could kiss you and touch you anywhere and everywhere. But he had to keep the professional veil going, even though he knew you were baiting him.

He nodded, his eyes on yours “Anything at all.”

You batted your eyelashes, trying to seduce him without boldly doing so “Is that so, sergeant?”

Sunghoon’s jaw clenched, struggling to keep his composure and hoping you weren’t able to see the effect of your presence.

He took a deep breath before replying “Yes, anything you ask of me.”

You gulped, your heart pounding in your chest as you gathered the courage to put into action your plan “I believe I need to unwind,” You stated “Any ideas?”

Sunghoon’s mind was immediately flooded with ideas, most of them very, very inappropriate for the moment. He bit his lip and tried to keep a straight face.

He considered keeping up the professional front but quickly decided against it. He was tired of forcing himself to maintain control.

“I do have a few ideas, my queen,” He said, his voice a low rumble. “Mind sharing them with me?” You asked.

Sunghoon stepped closer to you, so close that your bodies were almost touching. “My ideas may not be entirely appropriate, my queen,” He replied, “Would you like to hear them anyway?”

You closed briefly your eyes, just the brief feeling of his body near yours sending jolts of fire through your veins “I’m all ears.”

His eyes roamed over your face and body, taking in every single detail. He was practically salivating, desperate to touch you in any way possible.

Sunghoon leaned even closer, his breath now hot on your skin. “I have things I'd like to do, my queen,” He whispered in your ear. “Wicked things, to distract you from your stress.”

You let out a shaky breath, shivering from head to toe “Wicked?” You questioned.

Sunghoon felt his control slip as chuckled slowly, “Oh, very wicked, my lady.”

He brought his lips to your neck, planting soft kisses up and down your skin, taking you by surprise.

However, he kept his hands firmly by his sides, restraining himself from wandering. “I want to do things that would be highly inappropriate for a sergeant to do to his queen.”

“And who says so?” You breathed out, aching for him, your eyes flattering closed.

Sunghoon hummed against your skin, his lips moving to your collarbone. “That would be the royal laws,” He replied quietly, “Among other things.”

“I could get punished for this, you know.” He said in between kisses. “My actions are considered disrespectful.”

“I could change the law,” You replied, hooking your arms around his neck “For the night.”

His hands immediately went to your hips, grabbing you and pulling you even closer to him. “Just for the night, my queen?” He murmured against your skin, his lips trailing kisses up your jaw “I might want more than just one night.”

You chuckled lowly, “How do you know so already, sergeant?”

sunghoon’s hands moved from your hips to your thighs, caressing them through your nightgown, his thumbs tracing patterns against your skin.

Sunghoon pulled back to look at you, his eyes darkened significantly. “I'm quite sure, my queen,” He said, “The things I want to do to you are not something I can do just once.”

You shivered at his words, and the hungry way he was shamelessly looking at you. It almost seemed unreal, the polite soldier losing his cool in front of you, “How about you show me what you can do tonight, first?”

He looked at you, his gaze dark and intense, before leaning in and pressing his lips against yours in a rough kiss.

You moaned and gripped his shoulders tightly and he deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth desperately, like he was starving.

You tip toed, desperate to reach for him, to feel his lips on yours and make you forget all the duties you had.

Sunghoon chuckled against your lips, amused by your struggle to reach his height. He pulled back, a smirk on his face. “Too short for me, my queen?”

Without warning, he lifted you up with ease, and he continued the kiss.

You wrapped your legs around his waist to steady yourself, thanking yourself for not having worn an underskirt that would’ve made it impossible for you to straddle him.

Sunghoon groaned against your mouth as you wrapped your legs around his waist, the kiss becoming more desperate and rougher.

He moved his lips from your mouth and attacked your neck, leaving a trail of kisses and bites as he went. One of his hands moved from your thigh to your butt, squeezing it appreciatively.

You groaned and let your head fall back, goosebumps filling your skin in reaction to his lips.

Your fingers tried to tug his blue uniform jacket, desperate to remove any clothing between the two of you.

He gently helped you to remove it, chuckling against your neck at your eagerness.

You rocked your hips, needing to feel him, to soothe the aching sensation between your legs.

He pressed his own hips back onto yours, you could feel the proof of his desire for you, secluded in his pants.

“You have no idea how hard it is not to take you right now,” He thrust upwards, making you gasp.

“What’s stopping you, sergeant?” You asked breathlessly, you knew he was trying to restrict himself, to draw a line that shouldn’t be crossed.

But you didn’t care, all you had in mind was how good his touch was on your skin, his lips on yours and how better it would’ve been if he was inside you.

“Nothing,” Sunghoon whispered in your ear, his breath causing your body to shiver “Absolutely nothing, as long as you’re not opposed to it.”

You chuckled, looking down at yourself “Does it look like I’m against it?”

Your sweet laugh only made him madder and he kissed you, tasting your lips “No, not at all, my queen.”

“Then, take me.” You whispered on his lips, your hand caressing down his arm, still clothed from his sleeved shirt.

Sunghoon shivered under your touch, your words breaking the last strand of self-restraint he had. He grabbed your hips, suddenly carrying you to the bed and dropping you down on it.

He quickly dropped to his knees between your legs, his hands on either side of you, trapping you in “You won’t be able to walk tomorrow,” He warned.

Your hair formed a halo around your head, spread around the mattress. Your chest was heaving up and down as you replied, “That's fine by me.”

Sunghoon hummed appreciatively at the sight of you splayed out on the bed underneath him. You looked divine, like an angel sent to drive him insane.

He connected his lips to yours once again, his hands moving behind your back as you propped yourself on your elbows.

His skilled fingers worked on the laces of your corset, undoing them.

You frowned, pulling away “Experienced much?”

Sunghoon chuckled softly as he got the corset undone, pulling the fabric off you and discarding it on the floor.

He shook his head before replying, a smirk on his lips. “Just a few,” He said. “and I have been fantasising about this moment for a while now.”

“Have you?” You whispered, your hands caressing his chest, where the v-neckline of the shirt exposed it “Have you thought about me late at night, sergeant?”

Sunghoon sighed softly, his eyes closing briefly as he confessed “Yes,” He said “Every night I’ve wondered what you would taste like, how soft you were, what your moans sounded like.”

His words only made you bolder. “Have you touched yourself wishing it was me?”

Now that the corset wasn’t restricting your air capacity, it also made the dress fall down your shoulder, exposing them to him.

He leaned down and pressed gentle kisses on your skin, trailing them up to your ear “Yes, my queen. I’ve touched myself wishing it was you, craving your body and soul.”

You let out a shaky breath, the sweet sensation warming your lower stomach “Perhaps, I have done the same.”

Sunghoon groaned loudly against your skin, his body shuddering at your confession “You’ve touched yourself, thinking about me?”

You flopped back onto the mattress and hummed “Yes.”

He was completely losing it, the thought of you touching yourself, thinking about him, driving him crazy. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to regain some composure.

“Tell me more,” He rasped, his voice a low rumble. “Tell me what you've done, what you've imagined."

You bit your bottom lip, afraid to voice out your late night secrets.

“Go on, my queen.” His voice was soft and soothing, his hips just barely pressing against yours “I won’t judge you, I can’t… Can I?” He let out a quiet chuckle.

You breathed out “I’ve thought about your fingers,” You gulped “Touching me in places no one has touched before.”

“Where?” He whispered, his nose grazing your cheek “Tell me.”

Instead of speaking, you took his hand and slowly guided it down your body, you were still covered by your dress but he could still feel your core beating under his touch.

So, in one swift movement he placed his hand under your skirt, feeling just how damp your underthings were, making you gasp.

“You’re so wet for me.” He murmured, “Is this how you are around me?”

You nodded, all drops of self awareness down the drain.

Sunghoon smirked, taking your hand with his free one and placing it on the front of his pants, making you feel his hard on “That’s what you do to me.”

Amazed, you started to palm him, letting your hand feel “I do?”

“Yes,” He whispered, his hips bucking against your touch “All the time.”

“Please,” You pleaded, “I can’t take it anymore, I really need you.”

Sunghoon sighed “There’s no turning back from this, my queen..”

“Y/N.” You blurted out, eyes taking in his reaction.

Without having you to explain, he knew what you meant. You wanted him to call you by your name, crossing a boundary that would be hard to build back.

Still, he reached behind your back and unzipped your dress, slowly slipping it down.

You laid underneath it, the only thing separating you from him was your lace underwear, your upper body bare for him to see.

Sunghoon rested his chest on yours, his fingers grazing your clothed core as he whispered in your ear “Y/N.” Making you moan.

You nodded, your arms wrapping around his neck to steady yourself “Sunghoon.” You breathed back.

“Y/N..” He murmured, slipping your panties to the side and teasing your entrance with his digits “My pretty, pretty girl.”

Your eyes flickered closed, senses awakened by his single touch.

“You’ve never done this?” He questioned, gathering all your juices in his fingers, your pussy clenching around nothing.

You shook your head, your mind already a puddle of nothing “No.”

“Then I need to get you all nice and lose, mh?” Sunghoon murmured, inserting one of his fingers inside your wet folds.

You gasped, your back arching against him at the intrusion “Oh lord.”

The sensation was so new but so welcome, you had never really dared to finger yourself, your orgasms were given by clit stimulation only, so when his digit thrust into you, your body jolted with each one.

Sunghoon’s lips attached to your left breath, tongue swirling around your nipple and you thought you couldn’t feel any better until he curled his fingers and found your sweet spot, making you moan out loud.

“Shh,” He cooed, pressing one hand on your mouth while his teeth gently grazed your abused nipple. “You don’t want anyone to find out what we’re doing, don’t you?”

You were quick to shake your head, but as he thrust a second finger in your pussy, you grunted.

One of your hands went to the back of his head, your fingers knotting his perfectly combed hair “S-sunghoon.”

You bucked your hips up, needing him to stop and continue at the same time “Feels so good.”

Sunghoon chuckled lowly, both his fingers brushing against your sweet spot “I know, Y/N.” He murmured “Let me take care of you.”

You nodded mindlessly; you thought that even if he asked you to hand over the kingdom you would’ve nodded anyways.

You whimpered, your other hand digging in the flesh of his shoulders from the amount of pleasure you were feeling.

“I’ve got you.” He whispered, brushing his thumb on your bundle of nerves “Relax.”

You could feel the knot in your stomach tighten with each thrust of his fingers, just a brief pain from the intrusion making your head spin.

“Oh lord,” You breathed out, “I think I—“ Another broken whimper left your mouth.

Sunghoon nodded, understanding you and crashed his lips on yours, drowning your moans in.

Another thrust of his fingers got you falling apart under him, your whole body trembling.

It took a good couple of minutes and his soothing words to calm you down, your breath still laboured but at least you could keep your body still.

You opened your eyes back and met his own, he offered you a sweet smile “You’re perfect.” He whispered, kissing your forehead.

You smiled back at him, slowly releasing your strong grip around his neck. “This has been… amazing.”

“I’m glad, my— Y/N.” Sunghoon quickly corrected himself, “But… we don’t have to do anything more.”

You frowned, worry coating your features “Was it because you didn’t feel good? I can help—“

He was fast to shake his head. “No, of course not.” He caressed your cheek “I just don’t want to overwhelm you.”

“You will not.” You sat up, looking inside his eyes to convince him “I want it, Sunghoon, I want it with my whole body and soul.”

He closed his eyes and dropped his head, as if he physically restrained himself from reaching out to you and take you in all the ways someone can be taken.

“I want you so much it’s driving me insane,” He breathed out, resting his forehead against your chest “My sweetheart, I would love to make you mine… will you allow me to?”

You nodded “Yes, please.” You tugged at his shirt, needing him to remove it.

Sunghoon complied, tossing it to the floor as well as his trousers, leaving himself bare to you.

At first, you hadn’t understood why he was so reluctant to be intimate with you, but as soon as your eyes met his bare chest, you did.

Your breath hitched at the sight of a wide scar all across his chest, looking like half a cross.

“Sunghoon…” You whispered, your fingers trailed over it. He flinched but quickly relaxed under your gentle touch “What happened to you?”

His eyes were so vulnerable and he looked like a lost boy, not like the sergeant of a legion. “I will just say that I had a close contact with a blade, back when I was still training to become a knight.”

He gulped “I understand if I repulse you—“

“No,” You quickly took his face in your hands “No. You’re beautiful.”

He frowned, as if not understanding what would you ever find beauty in such a scar.

Seeing that he wasn’t believing you, you laid on your back and wrapped your arms around his neck, taking him down with you.

Your hand reached to pump his shaft and it was as if he died and came to life again, nothing like those nights he touched himself thinking about you, could prepare him from this.

You slowly aligned him with your folds and nodded, wanting him to make the first move.

He let out a pained sigh and gripped your waist, finally pushing in you.

You were still wet from the foreplay and as well as your cum, but it didn’t mean you didn’t feel some pain from his thickness.

He moved slowly, his breath fanning your cheeks while he brushed his nose against your skin.

“How does it feel?” Sunghoon whispered in your ear “Mh? Tell me, Y/N.”

Your skin was sweaty and hot, “So good.” You murmured back, tightening your hold on his neck “Faster, please.”

You begged him so sweetly and politely he couldn’t refuse, his hips moving against yours slightly faster “You want to make love?” He questioned “Or do you want me to take you like how I’ve wanted since I laid my eyes on you?”

“Take me.” You choked out, your eyes squeezing from the pleasure “Hard, I don’t care.”

Sunghoon circled your waist with his arm and held you tightly against him, you could feel the shadow of his scar on your chest.

His hips snapped on yours so fast even the bed started creaking, and you secretly hoped no servant was walking by to hear your show.

“Open up.” Sunghoon said and you obliged, opening your mouth.

He gathered some saliva in his mouth before spitting in yours, watching as it went down your throat.

You hummed, gulped it, tasting him “Jesus Christ.” He shook his head, his cock twitching inside of you.

“I don’t think I can last longer.” He squeezed his eyes, his fingers digging in your hips as he tried to restrain himself.

“Don’t you dare unless I cum again.” Your fingers went to stroke your bundle of nerves fast “Together.”

Sunghoon hummed, his own movements getting sloppy but never faltering as he chased his high.

“Y/N.” He groaned, one of his nails piercing your skin, adding just the right amount of pain to send you over the edge.

“Now!” You cried out, your body shaking with your second orgasm of the night.

Sunghoon let out a deep growl and emptied his seed in you, coating your clenching walls.

“So perfect.” He kissed the top of your head, his voice soothing after the intensity of the night “You’re perfect.”

He got up and took a napkin from your table, carefully cleaning your legs while also prepping kisses on your inner thighs.

You were sure that if your body wasn’t tired you would’ve mounted him.

Sunghoon reached into his clothes but your hand darted out to stop him “Stay.”

His eyes softened, pondering between staying or leaving. He opted for the first.

You had never felt happier than falling asleep with the sound of his heartbeat next to your ear, aimlessly hoping it wouldn’t be the last time.

But your relationship made it so that he was forced to peel himself away from you when he thought you were asleep, gathering his clothes and quietly slipping out of your room.

And it was the best decision, soon, you would’ve had to find a husband, make an heir for your real, rule it with all your attention.

Good thing, late night was made to unwind, and it never happened if nobody knew… did it?

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path to you

• pairing: theodore nott x reader

• now playing: war of hearts by ruelle

• word count: 7.3k

• genre: angst, fluff every now and then

— not proofread, i wrote this on a whim the other night and only finished last night.

Theodore Nott stood amidst the crowd of returning students aboard the Hogwarts Express, his heart heavy with a blend of emotions. His eyes were ablaze, lit with determination in search of that one familiar figure with locks he spent nights running his fingers through. However, as the last call to board the train echoed through the station, his hope was diminished when there was still no sign of you.

In truth, he knew it was futile right from the moment the both of you had left Hogwarts. The incident— if that was what he would even call it for that— was the moment that Voldemort had truly begun making his appearance known to the students of Hogwarts.

He was no innocent bystander to this, the mark that burns on his right arm is a constant, painful reminder of that. His father had mercilessly subjected him through the initiation process, appointing him watch of Draco to ensure he would follow the Dark Lord’s order just as others had been compelled to do.

However, in the brief moment that he knew your eyes had latched on to an exposed skin of his sleeved arm, a fear struck him, unlike the familiar one that had long been instilled by his father. He decided that he would rather weather the searing pain that seemed to burn deeper for every day that Dumbledore roamed the grounds than prove he was no trustworthy person to you now. He would ignore the ache that pried into his very soul as you steer a conversation away as he picks you up from your friends.

Despite this, in the dark and dreary summer, he is left terribly alone with only thoughts of you entangled in his mind. The old days of sunshine only remain in memory, as he supposes is a communal thing for all of you as Voldemort continued to infiltrate and pollute the magical world with his influence.

Theodore had written you a myriad of letters over the many days, his heart engraved with every droplet of ink that marks the parchment.

I miss you.

I beg of you to tell me that I’m not as forgettable as your silence otherwise makes me feel.

But every owl that returned carried nothing but itself. No words from you. Not a single one even from your friends, a choice he made in desperation, regardless of the consequences if his father found out he had been in contact with one of you.

He knew that they knew where you were, even if it might not be the entirety of it. If there was one thing he truly regretted before, it would be his cowardice. His fear runs deep in the thick crimson inside of him that dictated his every move. Though he shares a strong companionship with Mattheo and the others, Theo remains in awe of the camaraderie that you have with your friends at this time.

Driven purely by the need to be a catalyst; to make an end of this war.

With the sudden void torn into his at your disappearance, Theo found his heart crystallising once again, trying to preserve what little warmth is left by you.

Praying to a god he doesn’t believe in, begging that there will never come a day that he won’t know your last words.

You exhale slowly.

The morning had barely started, and the sun was still but a ray in the dim sky. You tug the blanket over your face, blinking once, twice. The stream below the knife-like hill they had taken camp in, continued its hum.

It has been roughly three months since the start of the school year started, and four months since you have made the decision to accompany Harry, Hermione, and Ron in the hunt for Horcruxes. Four, lengthy months since you’ve last exchanged words with Theo, afraid that you would let this mission slip, Merlin knows he knows you better than you did.

If circumstances were different and he was not tied by that horrific mark, maybe he would be even with you. But reality is unforgiving and you are left in sorrow for the easy times you’ve taken advantage of.

There were times it felt ghastly to keep certain things to yourself, for so long it had been you and Theo, sharing the deepest truths. Then in a snap of a finger, it seemed most of what came out of you were lies, all in the name of protecting your friends. But it was paramount to be cautious nowadays, even if Theo was careful and dedicated to keeping crucial information, you couldn’t shake off the fear that Voldemort may attempt to pry on his mind.

Harry, with all his strength, is no exception to Voldemort’s manipulation of the mind. What more of Theo?

You wouldn’t be able to forgive yourself if everything came crumbling down the moment Voldemort sought Theo’s memories.

Sometimes, you couldn't help but feel the urge to apparate for even just a moment. Just a minute. You found it difficult to get rid of the nagging feeling that he now despised you for doing this, for running away and leaving him, despite the promise you made only a year ago. It was a constant tug-of-war of the heart and the mind, most days leaving you drained in addition to the physical exhaustion.

I miss you.

I hate this uncertain silence that does nothing but bring you forth.

“Y/N? Are you awake?” You hear a voice call out.

You snap yourself out of your thought

“What time is it?” You mumble. Hermione’s sharp ears are used to your morning voice by now. “It’s already 8 in the morning, Y/N. Get up.”

“Goddess!” You shot up, “Why didn’t you wake me up earlier, my shift was supposed to be an hour ago.”

With one less person in your team, as Ron left in his fury, the rest of you had to take shorter rests now.

“It’s fine, I couldn’t sleep anyway,” Hermione reassures her. You stand and make your way down to the table where a cup of steaming tea is left for you. “Are you alright?” You ask.

She merely hums in question but makes no indication that she will answer. Instead, she walks out of the tent to sit on one of the rocks nearby.

“He will be fine, mione.” You say, following her. “Ron has been through so much in the past, I think by this time, he would be able to get by on his own.”

You pull her into a side embrace, holding her close without saying anything as she rests limply underneath your arm. She needed it. Sacrificing the risk of her parents forever forgetting that Hermione was their daughter had taken a heavy toll on your friend. Leaving them in the house she deemed her sanctuary from the destruction, the madness that reigned outside.

With Ron having left the three of you. Although you weren’t as close with the redhead, you knew he had been Hermione’s shoulder— ever since forever. You understood how she felt or even a spectre of it, for you, too, had left someone behind.

Someone that you could only beg the gods remains breathing and unsullied by the encroaching darkness that seemed to follow him.

“And what about you?” Hermione whispered softly, the tears that lined her cheeks dry now. “What do you mean?”

“Nott.” Hearing the name instantly formed a small, melancholic smile on your face.

“I’m your best friend, Y/N. You can stop pretending to be the shield for us now, Harry and I will be here for you. You can cry.”

Your gaze remains fixed on the sight before you. Atop the hill, the pale gold ball of sunlight emerges and bathes the cold stone in warmth. Reminiscent of the days before the Triwizard Cup, before Cedric died. It all seemed so far away now.

“I’ve exhausted all the tears from me already, Hermione. I miss him terribly. I may just crumble beneath his feet the very moment that I see him again.”

“It’s difficult what you had to do. I can’t even begin to decipher it. The both of you had consistently defied, and will likely continue to do so, every misconception that the others had of you back when you were still friends."

“I hate how there was not a scintilla of hesitation and doubt in me when I had to keep so many things from him when I had to lie to him.” You croak out, voice barely above a whisper.

“You did so because you knew that in the end, it wasn't just for the best of the wizarding world that you deliberately did all of that, it’s all for him. You did it because you wanted to keep him safe from that vile, bald head.”

You nod. It's true. Ever since you found out about the abuse that Theo’s father inflicted upon him, you knew that there would come a day when he would pay the price for it. Knowing that he couldn’t escape him before he turned 17, the only solace you can provide is your unwavering companion.

It only weighed on you heavily that Theo would have to endure it all alone again so that you could work to permanently sever the ties between him and his malevolent father..

“We’re kids.”

Tears welled up in your eyes, threatening to spill over, and you clenched your fists in frustration. At Voldemort, at Theo’s father, at your parents who left you all alone, at the lost innocence of your childhood.

“We’re supposed to be ripping our hair off for NEWTS, preparing for life after we leave Hogwarts, dancing and drinking our teenage years away. Why did we have to make all these choices? The storybooks on my shelf speak nothing of this.”

Then, her gaze unwavering firmly set on you as she sat up straight. “We’re doing this so that Voldemort, or any wizard that dares follow his steps, may never inflict the kind of pain on anyone else, the way he did to us and our parents.”

Heart heavy with foreboding and unease, Theodore stands among the students of Hogwarts in the dimly lit Great Hall. The room, devoid of its warm glow and chatter, was bathed in eerie silence where Snape, now the headmaster of Hogwarts, had summoned every student. From the tense shoulders of the man, Theo could only surmise that it was something important. It was rare to see Snape truly bothered.

“Many of you are surely wondering why I have summoned you here at this hour. It came to my attention that earlier this evening... Harry Potter was sighted in Hogsmeade.”

A murmured thrill fills the Hall. Theodore’s eyes widened, as he waited for a sign. If Harry Potter was nearby, it could only mean that you were too.

Snape continues, raising his voice a tad bit to quell the noise. “Should anyone — student or staff — attempt to aid Mr. Potter, that person will be punished in a manner consistent with the severity of their transgression. Rest assured: So long as I am Headmaster at Hogwarts, Harry Potter will never again step foot in this castle.”

Theo only hears the latter of what he said, mind distracted by the idea that you could be in the castle. His feet itched to run out and find you himself. Not an ounce of care for what the man in front is saying.

“Now then. If anyone here has knowledge of Mr. Potter’s movements this evening... I invite them to step forward now.”

However, the sound of footsteps catches his attention in the dead silence, and the younger Slytherin students near him exchange glances with each other. Then a figure appears from the shadows at the back of the hall. Someone that brought forth a sigh of a blend of relief and disbelief from Theo. An action that the younger him would probably scoff at.

“I think I can help you out with that…” Harry exclaims, “It appears that, even with all your thorough defensive measures, you might have a security problem, Headmaster”

The students all stare in utter perplexity, each wondering when and how the bespectacled boy had entered the castle. A vacuous question really for Harry has proven countless times that he is, in several ways, a gifted person who is filled with more courage and resolve than anyone in this room. Even Theodore, who’s good friends with Draco, can admit that fact.

The sight of Harry struck a spark of hope in a place that had grown increasingly bleak since the death of Dumbledore— Diggory’s death if you will. But the spectacle wasn’t yet done there when the doors of the Great Hall swung open, revealing the members of the Order. Their arrival further sets a ripple among the unexpecting students, though from the looks of Harry’s friends, it seems that they were the ones to aid them.

His gaze shifts to watch as one by one, they line up in a defensive pose behind Harry. He Recognizing a few familiar faces like the Weasleys, Hermione, Lovegood, Professor Lupin, Fleaur from Beauxbatons, and even some members of the Ministry.

“How dare you stand where he stood.“ Harry shouts. “Tell them the truth of that night’”

Theodore’s breath catches in his throat. The air becomes suffocating at the reminder of those times, days that still hunt him and the others. He takes slow inhales and exhales to calm himself, knowing that now is not the right time and place.

Snape with his eyes like shards of ice, faced Harry Potter. Theodore watches as he moves as if to retrieve his wand, but before he can do so, McGonagall comes forward and sends a blast in Snape’s direction. Snape pivots and barely rebounds the spell in defence,

Chaos ensues as the rest of the staff leaps forward with their wands out. A short but intense exchange erupted in the middle of the room, making the students shuffle to the side to avoid being hit by the spells and curses that flashed through the air like crackling lightning.

Snape, ever the formidable wizard despite his attitude, held his ground with a stoic determination. But Theo couldn’t help but notice how his old professor merely deflected the curses thrown upon him and never cast his own. It piqued his curiosity knowing that he was a master of the dark arts, prominent in the way lectures were replaced by dark arts in his headship.

In the end, Snape yielded, a moment that sent shockwaves to many.

“A coward, that man.” Professor McGonagall proclaims, before turning to Harry. “Mr. Potter, do you mind telling me what you’re doing here, which, I trust you realise, is an act of complete lunacy?”

Harry replies by simply telling her that he is a Gryffindor which comes to no surprise to the woman. McGonagall then turns to the rest of the students, calling them to settle down after the whole debacle.

Just then, Harry suddenly winces, pressing his palms to his temple, before a rumble rings throughout the Hall. A dark cloud swarming in the Enchanted Ceiling, imminent that the beginning of the war will begin any time now. It is the screams and face of pain that confirms it.

A familiar voice to Theodore sounds off in a deathly whisper in his head. And by the looks of everyone, it was the same for them.

“I know that many of you want to fight. Some of you may even think this is wise. But this is folly. Give me Harry Potter. Do this and none shall be harmed. Give me Harry Potter and I shall leave Hogwarts untouched. Give me Harry Potter and you will be rewarded.“

With that, the whispers recede followed by the dark clouds evaporating into thin air. For a moment, silence ensues. Pansy’s screechy voice scratches in his right ear from where she stands beside him.

“Harry’s right there! Somebody grab him!” Yet nobody gives her a second thought. Everyone’s attention shifts instead to Filch who loudly enters through the Hall, screaming that everyone’s out of bed. The man made Theo chuckle inwardly, making a tiny smirk form on his lips.

“They are supposed to be out of bed, you blithering idiot!” McGonagall tells him off. “Oh right, sorry.”

“Now, as you’re already here, I’d like you to lead the rest of Slytherin House from the Hall to the dungeons.” She adds on before Filch can leave.

Theodore’s thoughts returned, as they always did in the past months, to the one question that haunts the very corners of his mind: Where are you? In this whole happening, his eyes had been moving back and forth towards the group that stood near the large double doors. Trying to catch a glimpse of you in between the still figures. But as you had tortured him, you were still nowhere to be seen and he began to question if you had truly disappeared and left him questions unanswered.

As they were being ushered out of the Hall, he, like many others, was vacillating between insisting upon fighting for Hogwarts or to keep their loyalty to their Slytherin roots. But really, the prevailing choice for him is neither of those. He desperately wants to run towards Hermione and just ask her of your whereabouts.

But before he could approach a decision, Hermione made it for him. He jolts when a hand grasps his forearm, taking him by surprise.

“Nott.” Hermione begins before he cuts her off. “Where is she?”

It must’ve come off louder than he intended to from the way she jumped and the stares from the clutter of students from all directions. But he couldn’t care less, and it seemed that the girl in front of him had just now remembered when he didn't offer an apology.

“Well, it’s nice to see you’re not much different.” She sarcastically says. “Granger. Hermione. I frankly don’t have the time for this and I doubt that you do too, so I beg you to answer me now.”

Theodore’s impatience taking over him, he could not endure another moment without having you within his sight. It was a bit of an uncharacteristic burst of urgency for him and he knew it, but you were different. You, who holds all of his vulnerable entirety in your hands.

“She’s somewhere in the castle, searching for one of the remaining Horcruxes in the castle,” Hermione explains. “Y/N had suggested that we split and she began the search while we had to ward off Snape. We will be doing the same thing now, so if you have any idea of Ravenclaw’s lost diadem location, then that’s where you’ll find her.”

With a simple nod and a meek expression of gratitude, he runs off to a place where he begs must hold such a priceless object. It would be somewhere close by but nowhere that it can be easily found.

In the corner of his eyes, Theo caught a glimpse of Harry sprinting towards a distant hallway before rounding a corner. Knowing that by now he must have an idea of where it is, Theo makes a sprint for it. He cautiously peers around the hallway where he sees a door materialising in front of Harry.

Before he can approach Harry to accompany him inside the Room of Requirement, he sees the unmistakable form of his two friends, Draco and Blaise, along with Goyle, discreetly following Harry inside. He muttered frustrated curses under his breath, knowing that those three would make trouble.

He enters through the door, where he makes a dash along the stockpile of objects that seemingly never seems to lessen with every step he takes. A sigh of relief escaped his lips, but still a lingering tension persisted, as he saw Harry’s figure running.

“Potter!” He calls out to the boy, casting aside any lingering apprehension he once held for the boy. “Did you find it?”

Harry halts in his run, taking a moment to catch his breath before responding to Theo. In truth, he wasn’t surprised that Theo was here with him, but rather, more so that you weren’t the object of his first question to him.

“I think so, the sound keeps getting louder.” He answers.

“It should be somewhere near now.” He continues. “Let’s go then.”

Theo quietly takes his place beside Harry as they weave their way through the maze of ancient objects and furniture. They continue until Harry stops, causing Theo to freeze in his step.

There you stood, a presence that seemed to penetrate his very being. The only person who plagued his thoughts, you had woven yourself into every conscious moment and every corner of his mind.

Now that you were a mere five steps away from him, he couldn’t conjure the nerve to move forward, feeling himself paralyzed.

Was it the fear that held him back? The nagging thought that this might be just another dream of his? He couldn’t grapple at an answer, but by the length of your hair that now sits at your shoulders, he would like to believe that maybe this was indeed you. This was you, and before he realised it, he was all but standing still.

A sharp gasp escapes your lips as you nearly lose your footing, feeling a heavy weight press to your back. The sensation of those familiar long arms enveloping you in a tight embrace sent your heart racing, the shock of it sending a rush of emotions through you.

For a fleeting moment, it felt that your body had become one with the ground, immobilised by the torrent of emotions surging through you. But then when the realisation finally sinks into you, the tension that seemed to course through you suddenly dissolves and you willingly surrender yourself to the warmth of his embrace.

You turn, your hands tracing a graceful path across his back. It had been far too long, and you couldn’t imagine being apart from him for such an extended period ever again.

The background fades into obscurity. Harry was forgotten, a distant blur that moved with the others. Your eyes filled with relief and that soft, affectionate expression that he adored. All he could see was you, the person he had yearned for and feared losing in the world you both live in.

Theo’s defences crumbled, and he finally surrendered to the weight of his emotions. He couldn’t find a part of him that would care if others saw him right now. Tears flowed freely down his flushed cheeks, like a torrential downpour.

“I’m here. Theo, I’m back with you.” Your arms held him, gently rocking him as you tried to soothe his nerves.

“Never leave me alone again.” He choked on the words, his voice raw and rugged with pain. “I beg you.”

“I won’t be going anywhere, I promise. I’m sorry for having to leave so suddenly.” You whispered, your voice filled with genuine remorse. Out of the corner of your eye, you caught a glimpse of movement behind some cabinets— a flash of white.

“But we’ll have to talk later.” You continued, turning your focus back to Theo. “We need to get rid of this Horcrux.”

“Horcrux?” He asks, pulling back from the crook of your neck. “Hermione mentioned that when I asked about you.”

“It’s one of the many things that Voldemort has done to ensure his immortality.” You explained, your tone carrying a sense of urgency. “But if we get rid of it, we’re one step closer to finally banishing him for good.”

He opens his mouth to say something but before he can, he is interrupted by Draco, with Blaise and Goyle, stepping into view. “Well, well, what brings you here, Potter? And Theo, what are you doing with them?”

Your gaze shifts back at Harry who had only realised that you had some other company. “I could ask you the same.” You retort.

Theo, however, pays his friend no mind. Instead, he leans to your ear, his voice a hushed whisper. “We should get that thing while Draco is still preoccupied with Harry.”

You could make a run for it; it seemed that Draco didn’t care for your purpose inside the room. Rather busy demanding your friend for his wand back, the very one you had accidentally brought back with you from the Malfoy Manor.

“- its allegiance is to me now. If you want it, you’ll have to win it back. Perhaps even kill me…” You hear Harry proclaim. You silently curse your friend for his recklessness, tired of his cavalier attitude with his life simply because he’s braved the risk of death before. You kept your eyes trained on Draco, knowing that despite his hesitation before, he might act on it now.

His wand hand twitches.

Brow conflicted.

Uneasy eyes settling somewhere behind you. You look behind to see a silhouette of a girl with a wand pointed in your direction, before you can see who it is, a ball of scarlet light emerges and briefly lights up her face and hits Draco’s hand.

“Avada Kedavra!” You were pulled back by Theo, landing on the ground with his body catching the fall. You watch as the spell ricochets and sends the diadem, which was sitting peacefully in its encasement on the table, flying away.

You spring to your feet, a burst of adrenaline propelling you forward to catch the item before it vanishes on you in this labyrinth. Your hand barely grazed the edge of the jewelled headband and with a quick nod to Harry and Hermione a nod to escape this room. Meanwhile, you’re confused as to where Ron had disappeared off to.

The red-head gives you your answer when he comes running from somewhere followed by a twisting serpent made of scarlet flames. “Run! Goyle’s set the bloody place on fire!”

With your right hand clutching the crown, you secure a firm grip on Theo’s hand, which rests lightly on your waist. The five of you dash through the towering heaps of debris that would likely be a pile of smouldering ashes and soot. A quick glance behind you reveals flames that draw closer, mutating into different forms: serpents, dragons, and the like, each following you so closely that sweat beads form on the nape of your neck.

“Keep running!” Harry shouts when Hermione sees Draco scaling a mountain of furniture. You were still running for your life when suddenly Harry spots a stack of broomsticks. TO which you all took one and began to speed across the room.

The flames explode behind you, You and Theo, who decided to share, barely elude the snap of its jaw.

“Wait! What about Malfoy and Blaise!” Harry screams at the rest of you, your head turns to look back at the two who are barely hanging on as the flames continue to destroy the room. It was only a matter of time before it reached them and they would have nowhere to go.

“You grab them!” Theo replied, his voice scratchy and painful from the amount of smoke you’ve inhaled.

“Are you serious? He’s joking right?” Ron asks Hermione, to which you instead reply. “No, he’s not! Go get them!”

Harry and Ron sweeps down, swiftly reaching out to grasp Draco and Blaise’s outstretched hands. While you, Theo, and Hermione went ahead as a giant beam of light appeared in the distance, a radiating beacon. It’s Hermione, hovering on her broom with her wand raised.

Then, with Harry and Ron in tow, you all fly headlong towards Hermione’s beacon. And in an instant, your sight dissolved into a blinding whiteness.

Your eyes flutter open, your senses returning to you in a hazy rush. You felt someone shaking you furiously, and in your disoriented state, you instinctively pushed them away. But arms instead wrapped around you and pulled you into a warm chest.

“You’re fine!” The person evidently shakes in relief, before you feel a gentle bush of lips against your temple.

Blinking away the remnants of confusion, you look up to see Theo’s striking blue eyes already intently focused on you., striking a shiver across your spine “You couldn’t get rid of me that easily.” You joked weakly, a tiny smile on your face.

Theo’s expression softened, and he tightened his hold on you as if he was afraid that you might disappear again. “I thought I lost you there,” He tells you, voice barely above a whisper. “When I saw you just lying there, unmoving… I was utterly terrified.”

You reach up and gently cup his cheek, wiping away the dark ash that sullied it with your thumb. “Like I said, love, I’m not going anywhere,” Your voice filled with reassurance, and you sit properly to kiss him softly, sealing your promise in that tender moment.

But as with everything else, it was interrupted by an awkward cough behind you.

“You guys done there? We still have some things to do?” Ron retorts. To which Hermione slaps him in the chest.

You laugh and hum in tease. “Well, actually I think we could do with some more snogging here.” Ron merely groans. “No, please. I don’t wanna see that.”

The both of you stand from where you sit, your hands still entwined, hearts racing. “Where’s Draco and Blaise, by the way?” You ask Theo. “They ran off somewhere.”

As they all stepped out of the corridor, they caught you up on what happened while you were unconscious. Harry had stabbed the diadem with a basilisk fang which Ron and Hermione retrieved from the Chamber and threw it back towards the Room of Requirement where it blew up into flames.

You look at Harry who was staring into the distance, his face still bearing the trace of the agony he must’ve endured when he stabbed the diadem.

“It’s the snake. She’s the last one. The last Horcrux.” Harry speaks up.

“Where do you think he’ll take it?” Theo asks from beside you. “Somewhere safe. He’ll be keeping her close to him.”

“You should go ahead, Theo and I will stay here to help with the others.” You tell your friends, while Harry tries to locate Voldemort with his mind.

“I know where he is.” He finally comes back. “Let’s go.”

“The three of you keep safe alright?” You remind them as you all run towards the battlefield, where many of your friends stand fighting. They nod, promising you that they will and in return make you and Theo swear you’ll be careful.

In the courtyard, where students and staff trade spells with the Death Eaters that littered across the school grounds, you quickly join them, making sure that you are in sight of the other. The unspoken promise to do so served as a beacon of comfort amidst the chaos you were faced with.

From the upper balcony, your eyes scanned the battlefield, assessing the danger that lurked when you saw a Death Eater poised to send a curse to Luna from behind. Without a second thought, you unleashed a forceful flick of your wand, sending a powerful spell toward the Death Eater which sent him tumbling through the air and straight to the waters beyond the castle.

Luna, whose signature dream-like demeanour was replaced by an expression of gratitude, turns and locks eyes with you. She offered you one of her wide smiles, “Thanks! Y/n, glad to see you back here!”

Your heart swelled with warmth for your friend. “Don’t mention it, happy to see you also, Luna.” You quickly reply before returning to battle when you are hit by a deafening blast straight on the chest. You were raised to the air before you crashed into the floor below.

Theodore Nott fought valiantly in the courtyard, proving to the others that the dark mark that covered his right arm bore no significance to the man. His wand moved in a blur of motion in the onslaught of Death Eater. His thoughts were empty save for the ever-present worry that plagued him for your safety.

From his vantage point on the ground level, he does a quick scan of the courtyard, his heart pounding in his chest. The grisly sight of students and friends, along with the staff all stood their ground against the dark forces that dared penetrate their home. It filled him with a mixture of pride and fear.

And then, his eyes flicked onto a scene that made his heart skip a beat. From the upper balcony, he sees you with your wand in hand and your expression resolute as you defend Luna, a dear friend of yours. It filled him with a warm emotion at the sight of your strong determination to protect her.

But then in a blink of an eye, disaster struck. A blast struck you square in the chest, lifting you off your feet in shock and sending you crashing down. Theo’s heart which skipped a beat earlier had now wholly stopped, his blood turning to ice as he watched in horror.

With everything in him, he surges forward through the chaos to catch you before you fall down. But as he was still many steps away from you, you dropped full force into the stone ground. Panic fueled his every step as he ran towards your motionless form now with even more speed than he ever thought a human possibly could.

He feels his gut twinge at the bloody sight, a sickly feeling developing in the deep recesses of his body, the wand heavy in his hands then. His lips bore no sound as tried to call your name, his heart was twisted in his throat.

He knelt beside you, pulling you into his lap and checking you for your injuries. To his relief, your breathing was still steady for what had just happened to you and you didn’t seem to take any damage to the head, Still, he carried your disoriented body in his arms bridal style.

As he began to stand, his eyes went back to where you had previously been, searching for the source of the blast that struck you down. And then, with a shock that sent chills down his spine, he sees a familiar old face.

His father.

He sets you down somewhere safe inside the castle, without taking his sight away from his father. By the time he returns back to where you both were, his father is now advancing towards him with a sinister, triumphant grin on his face. It was a face that had been both a source of fear and disappointment throughout his life.

The face that caused his mother’s death.

“Father,” Theodore muttered, his voice laced with a blend of anger, disbelief, and a profound sense of betrayal. That despite all he’s done for him, his father still stood there with not an ounce of recognition that he was faced with his son. It was as if he had truly sunk to the depths of his loyalty to Voldemort and there was no other obligation for him except for his unwavering loyalty.

Their eyes were locked in a moment of tense, silent confrontation. He knew that this battle was only physical but also a battle of his loyalties. He had to protect you, he had to stand against his father, and he had to make a choice that would define the course of his life.

With the courtyard around them paying no specific attention to the father and son, it was only fair to say that everything else faded into the background for them too. Father and son. Standing on opposing sides, driven by their own convictions and beliefs, the younger no longer waited.

He was no, father, not in the true sense of the word. He was merely a shadow of a man, a heartless figure who stood there—grinning as if he had just claimed the grand prize in this twisted lottery.

In that moment, he had not only attacked the one person who held his son’s heart after he took away the other one but he had also torn away the last remaining fragments of the bond that tied the two of them.

His father had no time to react when Theodore raised his wand in a swift manner, hurling him violently to the cold, unforgiving wall across the castle. He rained down curses after cruses upon his father’s assailable body, each blow driven by a potent combination of anger and a fierce desire to defend.

“Stay” He seethed, punctuating his rage with a curse. “Away” Another spell. “From” The onslaught of his attack never ceased despite the dawn that slowly began to fade into view. “Her!” Each word carried the weight of an entire lifetime’s amount of hurt as Theo relentlessly battered his father until he was left into nothing but a fraction of what he used to be.

His eyes are glazed and unfocused as he continues this torture until he comes to a grip on reality when strong arms pull him away. It takes him a moment to realise that the battle has ceased.

The two people behind him dragged him away, from his father's still body. But still, his eyes remained locked onto him, unable to shift it away. The cold fire in him terrified the others that they had passed. They whispered that nothing could compare to the kind of fury and destruction that he was sure to rain upon his enemies.

“Wake up, Y/N. Please.” Theo’s voice quivered, his words trembling on the precipice of his emotions. His eyes, blurred by the veil of his tears, bore a weight drastically different than it did only hours ago.

Eyes that failed to veil the inner turmoil that plagued him. The entire battle against Voldemort had taken its toll on both of them, leaving them stranded from each other for nearly half a year, but seeing you this way…

He watched from a chair beside you as the healers worked diligently, silently begging them to look at you again, despite numerous assurances that you are now stable. His fingers unconsciously flexed at his sides, a manifestation of the anxiety that controls him.

The fear of losing you, the anger towards his father, the overwhelming relief that you are alive– it all left him in a state of disconcerting.

As he waits for you to wake, he couldn’t help but reminisce on all that the both of you had been through. The trials, the secrets, the moments of love and laughter everywhere and anywhere. You were not just some person he loved; you were his best friend, his reason.

His eyes welled up with tears, and he wiped them away hastily. He needs to be strong for both of you, just as you will in your state of unconsciousness. He knew that your love had emerged stronger than ever in this crucible of war. So he made a silent promise to himself that he would do whatever it takes to take you away from any danger that dares creep upon you.

Finally, as if an eternity had passed, your voice broke through the silence. He jumps up in shock at the sound. You had slowly begun to stir in your makeshift bed in the Great Hall, your eyelids fluttering as you emerged from the depths of unconsciousness. The world felt hazy at first. But as your senses gradually returned, you became aware of the hustle and bustle of the people around you and you tried to call attention.

Theo sees that you were trying to say something but from the scratchy tone that instead came out, you were in need of some water so he ran to the nearest jug he found and helped you sit up so you could properly drink.

Then, as your vision cleared, you saw Theo sitting by your bedside and that he was the one that quenched the dryness that lined your throat., his eyes locked onto hers with a mixture of relief and worry.

His face broke into a gentle smile as he saw you recognize him. “Y/N” He whispered, his voice cracking as he began to cry once more. “You’re awake, you’re back. Thank Merlin!”

You manage a weak smile in return, your throat still dry and your body aching from the attack on you. You tried to speak, but your voice came out raspy. “Theo.”

Theo reached out and gently brushed a strand of hair from the side of your face, his touch gentle as ever. “You’re going to be okay.” He says, but it was more like he was also trying to convince himself. “You had me worried there for a while. I am this close to tying you up in a chair because you have caused me nothing but stress lately.”

As the both of you lay on the bed after you guilted him into laying beside you, your memories of the battle and the moments leading up to your injury slowly came back. You remembered Luna, the chaos, and the deafening blast that nearly took you away. But most of all, you remember the face of the person who did this to you.

Tears welled up in your eyes as you reached out to hold his hand, your fingers entwined in a silent, unspoken connection. “You must have been like a hero back there, then?” You gently try to ask him.

“More like a monster.” He mutters, unable to bring his eyes to you. The truth is he felt horrible after he finally calmed down. He was disgusted with himself and how he acted. He let his rage take control and acted like a monster. “What do you mean?”

“I was just like him, leaving him unable to fight back like he did to Mom and I back then. I just fired curses and curses at him. It was like a veil had draped over me and all I wanted was to protect you and destroy anything and anyone that dared harm you. ”

You call his name. But he doesn’t respond and continues to stare off into the distance with a glazed-over expression. You reach out to cup his cheeks to pull his gaze towards you. “Theodore, look at me.”

He hums, now staring at you but still he can’t hide the tumultuous emotions that were a storm inside him. “You are not like your father, Theo.” You said softly. “Just from what you told me, you are a gazillion ways different from him. You didn’t cower behind the fear he caused you. Instead, you faced him head on, and defended not only me but also your mother from his cruelty.”

Theo looks at you, his eyes searching yours for affirmation. “How?” He meekly asks.

“You took away the power that he boasts to have over you. '' You replied. Tone unwavering. “You showed him that you will never, ever, become anything like he is."

Your words hung in the air, a testament to Theo’s strength. At that moment, he realised that he had broken free from the shadows of his father’s influence and that he had chosen a different path. A path that is defined by love, courage, and a refusal to be controlled by his fear.

“I’m here because of you. I strived each day so that I could go back to you.” You whispered, your gaze never leaving Theo’s. “And I'm not going anywhere.”

Theo’s eyes shimmered with tears as he leaned in to gently kiss your forehead. “I love you.” He murmured, “I am in love with you, physically, rhetorically, every -ly.”

You laugh at his cheekiness, “I love you too.” You close your eyes for a moment, allowing yourself to drown in the wave of his love that washed over you. Giving his hands a squeeze as you raise them to lay a kiss upon the back of his hand.

In that Great Hall, amidst the scars of battle and the uncertainty of the future, they had found something precious in the very same place where two 11-year-old kids once locked eyes and found a connection.

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A court of Night and stars

Hey guys, welcome to my first fanfic. I hope you guys enjoy it. I couldn't get this story out of my head, so here goes. Nyx pov will be up maybe in the following two chapters.

Summary- Random killings have been happening all over Pythian and make its ways to a kingdom in the fae realm known as Mareen. Emrys grieves the loss of her sister and keeps her domain away from war, and she gets help from an unexpected ally.

Pairing- Adu!t Nyx x OC

warnings-None

Chapter One

Emrys Pov

Song- The other side by Ruelle

I sat on the dais in the throne room. My mother, the queen, sat on her throne above everyone, looking at her people. She wore all white like my older sister and me. Everyone else in the room wore black.

“ We are here today to honor the death of my eldest child, your future queen,” her voice wavered ever so slightly that no one in the room seemed to notice.

My older sister Sauda was looking down. Her dark ebony skin was pale, and her eyes were tired. I hadn’t slept either. My mother looked over at Sauda and reached out her hand, and she stood and took it. She led her in front to speak to the room.

“My sister Annika was Joyful and loving. Kind and brave. She would have been an amazing queen, and I will lead you all with the same grace she would have.” she walked to Annika's unmoving body on the pyre that was going to be burned. I could feel it panging in my chest as my sister's emotions washed over me. Finally, I pulled myself back, leaving only my sorrow in my body; only my feelings resided again.

“I know you will be watching me, kessa”(kessa-sister), She said and then turned to me. Everyone turns to me because there expect a warrior princess who has trained in combat and fought her enemies, but today that is not me; today, I am a girl who has lost her older sister and does not know what to do without her. Our mother, the blood queen, and the ruler were waiting on me. My mother trained me to fight and lead, but my sister taught me to be more.

I walked up to her Pyre. I fought back the tears, the tightness in my throat, the whelming in my eyes.

“In death, there will be light, this is not the end for you, kessa, and this isn’t goodbye for us. May the spirit of our ancestors guide you; I will see you again in the next life” I let the tears run down my cheeks. My mother will see it as a weakness, but I see it as my love for her. I took the torch from the maester and lit the pyre. It went up in flames but so did her body.

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I walked down the hallway alone. It had been a whole week since the funeral, and I hadn’t seen much of my family since then when I walked into the council room. My mother and sister, council and general were waiting.

“I apologize for my lateness,” I said as I took my seat.

“We will begin now, then as many of you know, Ranthian has been going from courts and kingdoms killing people, and as of recently, he took the life of our late Princess.” Maester Harken spoke.“This cannot go unpunished. So we have agreed to meet with the high lords of Prythian.”

“Will this mean war?” I spoke up and asked; my spine chilled, and my stomach pitted.

“I will not let this go, so if it comes to it, then yes, and that goes for anyone who stands in my way,” My mother said. There was silence in the room. I understood more than anyone what a war would mean, not just for me but for our tropes. But it's for my kessa. My kessa. She wouldn’t want this, but I had to give this to her. I had to do this for her.

“Yes, Of course, we will wait for the word of Queen Kirsi '' Sujeed said. He looked over to me, and with a boyish smirk, he nodded. I simply looked away. I had always ignored his advances, mostly because I knew my mother expected me to marry him. He is the general of our army, and the third princess could not ask for anyone better, and if I do not do so of my own free will, she will arrange it, and he knows it too. However, the night that I found out my sister had died, he found me crying and gave me comfort. I wanted to feel anything other than sadness, and I made the mistake of fucking him not once but twice that night. He wasn’t my first. I would not tell him or my mother that, but he was acting as if we were love-sick youth, and I have been avoiding him.

“So if there is nothing more, then that will be all” we were all dismissed to go. I was the first to leave.

“Emrys'' I heard a hushed whisper, looked down the hall, and saw Leola coming toward me.

“Well?” she asked me.

“We might go to war with our two neighbors if it comes to that,” I said, strolling down the hall toward the gardens. We passed by large floor-to-ceiling windows that allowed so much natural sun. I looked out those windows at the parks and past that was my kingdom, my home that would soon be tainted by the blood of war. No, I won’t let it come to that; I won’t let it come to the shores of my home. Leola gave me a small smile, but I could see the look of sadness and a little fear in her eyes.

“Does this mean you're going to give your lover a proper send-off?” she tried jokingly teasing me to make light of what she was feeling. I scoffed at her remark.

“I didn’t tell you that, so you can use that against me. You know I told you that as My best friend,” I nudged her side playfully, letting out a small laugh.

“Emrys,” I heard a strong voice behind me, only to turn and see my mother standing there with her hands resting in front of her. Leola turned around and gave her a deep bow.

“Your grace,” she said, ensuring she had moved along fast.

“Yes, mother?” I said to her as her ever-obedient daughter. She stalked toward me with grace and power. Not even turning her head in my direction, she says, “walk with me.”

We walked outside into the garden of roses and lilies. She turned to face me, and her brown eyes met mine. I studied my mother like she had taught me to learn an enemy. Her eyes watched my brown. I watched as the sun kissed her chestnut skin like it was kissing mine. I watched as she fixed the sleeve of the maroon-colored dress that I was wearing.

“We are going into war, crana. Do you know what that means? Do you know what I will expect of us, especially of you?” But, she said to me, There was still hope, still time to stop it.

“Yes, mother, of course. I am to lead the armies with Sujeed if it comes to war. We are to be led into victory. Being captured isn’t an option. Failure isn’t an option,” I said, standing up straight so she would find no fault in me or my answer.

“Good.” she took paused and then sighed. “ Emrys, we are fae. We live long and are hard to kill, but no one and nothing can escape death. I will not always be here, and with us charging into this war, I cannot say that we will all make it.” She looked to the horizon, the sun's pretty colors

“Mother, I-” she cut me off.

“I might die in this war; your sister might as well, and if we do, that will make you the queen of Mareen. You will not disappoint me or this bloodline.” Her eyes held an unreadable expression.

“I won’t, mother, but you and I both know what this is about and who Ranthian is killing. We should be telling the high lords of Prythian,” I pleaded.

“No child If we make it through this war. I will need to plan your sister's wedding and then, of course, yours; I am sure that Sujeed will need some time to heal his battle wounds, but as soon as he’s healed, you both will have a grand wedding. The secret will stay safe with us.” she began walking away with that last statement, most liking avoiding giving away her genuine emotions about what she was feeling. My people have managed to stay away from the business of another fae since the very beginning. We have wanted no part in what Prythian or Hybren had done to their land or the humans who lived on it. We have created peace between the humans who lived here and us, and now we will alter all of it.

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I watched the night sky enjoying it as if it would be my last as a warm breeze flowed in. Midnight my familiar lay at my feet, his bright yellow eyes alert, and his black fur shined in the moonlight. I was at peace petting the spoiled panther before me until I heard a knock at my door.

“Princess?” Sujeed moved his head into my room.

“Yes, General Sujeed,” my voice couldn’t hide my annoyance. I just wanted tonight. I just wanted a minute to process what tomorrow might be like. This will not be my first war. Maureen hadn’t been a place of peace, but after the civil war, I thought that maybe this would be it.

“The watch for tonight will be changing now.” He said with a bow and smirk.

“You’ve never felt the need to tell me you would be standing guard before,” I said to him.

“Oh no, it won’t be me but rest knowing that I put one of my best to guard for you tonight. I really came in here to talk to you.” He moved further into my room though the door was still open. I shifted in my seat on my window sill.

“I don’t think that we have anything to talk about,” I said to him.

“It’s about tomorrow. I want you to stay close, and if you see danger, please just run. I can protect you.” I scoffed and shook my head.

“You want me to run from a fight when my people are risking their lives,” I said

“I want to keep you safe,” he said. Coming closer. Midnight's eyes were fixed on him.

“Well then, I hate to disappoint you, but I won’t be doing that” I got up from the window sills and moved to my vanity. I picked up some hair oil in a bottle and started putting it in my hair, looking into my mirror and not at the general, who took it upon himself to come further into my room and close the door behind him; I stopped what I was doing to glare in his direction. Still, it seemed as though no matter how much he looked at me, he wasn’t seeing me.

“I don’t want this to be up for a discussion. Truly it shouldn’t be your safety that is best for all of us. If anything happens to the Kirsi or Sauna, then it will be you to take over the throne, and we can’t have you dead.” A nerve in me was being pushed at. He quickly forgot his place, and then a thought struck me.

“You spoke to my mother, haven't you? What did she tell you?” My tone was deadly, and he was wise to be worried. He straightened his back and took straight at me.

“When all is done, you are to be my wife, I look forward to that, Emrys, but that day won’t come if you are no longer here. So please, for our sake, for the sake of the life we will have, stay away from danger” he took a step forward, but I took one back.

“I think it is time for you to leave.”

“Emrys, please I-“

“No, just leave,” I said, taking a threatening step toward him. Midnight was now up, eyeing him down. A challenge to try if he dared to disobey. He stepped back, took his last bow, and left through the door. When I was again by myself, I finished my hair for the night, went back to the window sill, and looked up at the stars. A million thoughts and emotions ran through my head, but none mattered, not right now, and it was just me and the night sky.

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► FULL NAME: Ruelle Espinosa (Gabriella Silva; given name) ► NICKNAMES: Rue ► GENDER & PRONOUNS: Cis Woman (She/Her) ► AGE: 28 ► BIRTHDAY: January 1 ► SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Panexual ► OCCUPATION: EMT

BACKGROUND INFORMATION

► RELIGION: Agnostic (raised Christian) ► EDUCATION LEVEL: B.A. in Physics ► ECONOMIC STATUS: Middle-Class ► SPOKEN LANGUAGES: English (fluent), French (fluent)

PERSONALITY

► JUNG TYPE: ENFP ► ENNEAGRAM: Type 7w6 ► MORAL ALIGNMENT: Chaotic Good ► TEMPERAMENT: Sanguine ► QUALITIES: Courageous, Dreamer, Energetic, Flexible, Persistent ► FLAWS: Avoidant, Cagey, Impulsive, Moody, Sheltered

APPEARANCE

► FACE CLAIM: Alexxis Lemire ► HEIGHT: 5’4” ► EYE COLOR: Brown ► HAIR COLOR: Brunette ► TATTOOS: None ► SCARS: None ► PIERCINGS: One per earlobe

BIOGRAPHY

Before Ruelle was Ruelle she was Gabriella Silva, the middle child of the famous Silva family. Her father owned a music label and her mother was an actress of renown for many years before retiring into the field of business where she founded and owned a chain of successful hotels. From the moment of her birth, Gabriella’s life was all mapped out for her: she was to become either a model, actress, or doctor. The first option was quickly struck from the list she was allowed to choose from when she didn’t meet the required height. Her older sister was already well on her way to fulfilling that role instead, however, so it came as no huge loss to Gabriella’s family that it wasn’t her to achieve it. Her younger brother was a quick learner and was set to follow in their father’s footsteps as a business owner of some type.

Beauty, money, power. The three values of the Silva family. Gabriella was raised to know she was among the most attractive, she had her family’s wealth to rely on, and their influence to get accepted into whatever schools she wished and whatever job she wanted. But life with her family was a gilded cage. It looked desirable from the outside, but none of the choices she made were ever fully her own. Everything had to be pre-approved by her parents: the friends she had, the parties she attended, whom she was allowed to date, her clothing for the day, what she ate. Gabriella was just a living puppet dangling from short strings that her parents pulled.

Somehow her siblings fared much better than herself. Gabriella couldn’t understand why she couldn’t find satisfaction with the life preordained for her. It meant she shouldn’t have had any real concerns and she could coast through life. Yet she couldn’t ignore the yearning for more, to see beyond the barriers her parents put up in front of her and the rest of the world.

Gabriella lasted as long as finishing university. She got her degree in physics with dreams of piloting planes. It was the closest she’d get to being able to fly far, far away from her family and all their expectations as she’d dreamed of doing ever since she’d been a child. But being a pilot was never an option they approved of and so, finally having had enough, Gabriella took it upon herself to turn to unsavory methods to escape too afraid to face her parents and dare tell them ‘no’. She feared their inevitable and immense disappointment. She feared they’d find a way to put her on a shorter leash that she’d never be able to make your escape again.

Gabriella sought out anyone who could forge paperwork, but being as naive and sheltered as she was she knew it was a gamble to go through with such an outlandish idea when it could easily backfire as she didn’t know how to properly navigate such shady arrangements. But somehow she managed: she payed a large sum of money that she explained away as buying herself cosmetics and gifts for her fake friends that her parents insisted she associate with.

At 23 Gabriella Silva ceased to exist and Ruelle Espinosa was born. Ruelle packed up some clothes, leftover money she had after getting her new identity forged, and left the only home she knew for, what she’d hoped would be, greener pastures. She was going to need a job that wouldn’t be quick to draw the attention of her family and, more importantly, so she could have some form of income in order to be able to afford a place to stay. As much as she wished to live alone, with what money she had it wouldn’t last her for long, and so she set to finding a roommate. Fortunately, her roommate was in search of people and didn’t pry too much into her personal life so Ruelle was quick to accept when they offered her a room.

She enrolled in training to become an EMT and gave it her best effort, eventually completing the became certified. It wasn’t the job of her dreams, but it wast sufficient. It at least paid her bills, but in her spare time Ruelle began her to study to get a pilot’s license while she worked on saving up for the exam.

MISC INFORMATION

► Hopes to someday be a pilot thinking it’ll mean she can fully escape her problems. ► Tends to make up things about her past in order to avoid telling the truth. However, this also means having to remember what lies she’s told. ► Is afraid of her family finding her and doesn’t know what she’d do if that ever happened. ► Because she grew up in a wealthy home her understanding of the world can be skewed. ► Can be impulsive and reckless with her newfound freedom as she wants to try everything and anything, but her sheltered upbringing means she doesn’t always know when some ideas are best avoided. ► Has a complicated relationship with religion. ► Rather than face her problems head-on she’d rather avoid them. ► Cannot cook and lives off microwavable meals and takeout. ► Her degree is under her old name officially, but got a copy of it with her new name printed on. It’s an unofficial copy, however, made to look real.

RELATIONSHIPS

► MOTHER: Maribelle Silva (former actress; hotel chain owner) ► FATHER: Bertrand Allaire (record label owner) ► OTHER: Eloise Allaire (older sister; model), Ricardo Silva (younger brother; businessman)

#*character overview #hc: ruelle espinosa #c: ruelle espinosa #bio: ruelle espinosa

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BACKGROUND INFORMATION

► RELIGION: Agnostic (raised Christian) ► EDUCATION LEVEL: B.A. in Physics ► ECONOMIC STATUS: Middle-Class ► SPOKEN LANGUAGES: English (fluent), French (fluent)

PERSONALITY

APPEARANCE

► FACE CLAIM: Alexxis Lemire ► HEIGHT: 5’4” ► EYE COLOR: Brown ► HAIR COLOR: Brunette ► TATTOOS: None ► SCARS: None ► PIERCINGS: One per earlobe

BIOGRAPHY

She enrolled in training to become an EMT and gave it her best effort, eventually completing the became certified. It wasn’t the job of her dreams, but it was sufficient. It at least paid her bills, but in her spare time Ruelle began her to study to get a pilot’s license while she worked on saving up for the exam.

MISC INFORMATION

RELATIONSHIPS

#*character overview

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"Share Your Burden" Daryl Dixon & Daughter!Reader

Request From Anonymous: "Your writing is the best! You probably have a lot of requests, but if you wouldn't mind I'd like to request some more dad Daryl fics where he basically adopts the reader. Those are just always so good. Not sure I have a specific story in mind, just more dad Daryl and Daughter reader in general please. You're the best! 💖"

Summary: The reader is like a daughter to Daryl. When she sees him taken by the saviors, she will get him back and keep him safe even if it means losing some of her humanity.

Word Count: 4933

Warning: Violence, Swearing

Song I Wrote To: “Carry You" by Fleurie and Ruelle

Note: Figured considering our show is coming back this month, I should get some stories in, huh? There are parts in this that are lightly inspired by Ellie in TLOU2.

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It had taken every ounce of strength not to move as you watched the man known as Negan brutally murder two members of your family.

Abraham’s blood was ingrained into your mind and Maggie’s screams echoed through your skull like bats in a cave. You wanted to scream, cry, and launch yourself at your new enemy to save those who you loved but you remained in the shadows of the tree you had climbed and waited. The group known as the Saviors milled around the clearing as Negan hauled your leader into the RV and drove off.

From your vantage point, you could see Daryl fading as he stared at the bodies of his brothers. Blood was dripping down his arm from the gunshot wound he had sustained from the blonde man above him. Looking at the way the sneering man held Daryl’s bow made you so angry it was hard not to drop down and plunge a blade into his pale neck.

Carl was with Michonne, trying not to look anywhere but the enemies that surrounded them. Carl was your age and he was also the person who you trusted the most to keep it together in situations such as this. You pulled your strength from your friend’s resolve and continued to wait.

Maggie was getting worse and that was why you had ventured out of Alexandria in the first place. Spencer had spotted you heading for the gate when he had tried to stop you. Ignoring him as always, you pushed past him and began the trek to Hilltop. It was on that journey that you came across the first roadblock and so you followed it.

You had never imagined that it would have led to the gruesome scene below you. Your knuckles strained around the handles of your knives, a pair that Daryl had given to you himself when you had settled at the prison. It was only after Terminus that he began to properly train you to use them. Right then, they had never felt more useless.

Daryl was your protector and he was the closest thing you had to a father. He had found you running from Walkers when the group was settled on the Greene farm. You had been alone for weeks and from then on, it was the two of you.

Daryl had been the one to protect you from Shane’s scrutiny, the piercing gaze of the Governor, and the cannibals of Terminus. In turn, you became his shadow, having his back wherever he went, always ready to defend him while also learning everything you could. Now, you felt as powerless as he looked. It had been a long while since the group had been this broken-looking.

It was heartbreaking.

It wasn’t long before Negan returned with Rick and after almost making your leader cut his own son’s hand off. Negan ordered his men to leave not without making demands of your family and hauling Daryl along with him.

Staring after the caravan of murderers, you weighed what you were going to do next. A weight was heavy in your pack’s front packet and while you knew it was risky, a plan began to form. One that would either get you or Daryl killed or perhaps even both. Still, you had to try.

Dropping to the forest floor, you took one last look at your people through the trees before taking off in the opposite direction and towards the main road, pushing your legs as fast as they would go.

“Hold on, Daryl,” you whispered in between haggard breaths, “I’ll be there soon."

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Daryl was in the back of the truck trying not to grimace every time the vehicle rolled over an uneven section of road.

Everything hurt and nothing felt right. He felt sick and above everything, he felt guilty.

The shock was still coursing through his veins as he heard Negan laughing in the cab upfront but he tried to tune it out as he thought of Glenn. It was instinct to go after Negan. Daryl hadn’t even thought about the repercussions that might happen as he got to his feet and charged the larger man.

It hadn’t occurred to Daryl to take a breath and think about what would happen next. They had never faced a menace like Negan before. Daryl thought he had seen the last of the bloodshed when they had escaped Terminus. At least, escaped the violence for a while before it caught back up to them again.

It wasn’t long till Daryl’s pain began to increase as the adrenaline wore off. Dwight was sitting across from him, holding his crossbow and Daryl wanted to strangle the man.

He had helped Dwight with Sherry and Tina. He had tried to keep Tina alive when he returned the insulin. Daryl couldn’t help but be enraged while looking at him, but he understood the betrayal in a way. He knew what people became in the new world and according to Dwight, Negan was the lesser evil of trying to survive on his own.

Daryl then only wondered what happened to Sherry.

They were going down another road as Daryl leaned to the left as the truck turned sharply. He blinked away the sudden twinge in his shoulder and bit the inside of his cheek to keep from groaning in discomfort. He wouldn’t give these bastards the satisfaction.

Suddenly, from the front of the cab, Negan shouted, causing Dwight to jump in his seat. “Shit!” Negan swore and then there was a flash of light, a loud bang, and then they were airborne. Daryl had barely a second to brace his hands on the roof of the truck before it slammed into the road, the metal exterior shredding sparks along the neglected asphalt.

Smoke and dust filled the air as Daryl tried to get his bearings. He could hear the muffled shouts of Negan and his men followed by a few gunshots but his ears were still ringing.

Across from him, Dwight was groaning in pain as blood dripped from his brow. His hands had let go of the bow and in a sudden surge of energy, Daryl dove for his loaded weapon.

Clutching his hands around the crossbow, Daryl scrambled for the back door, trying to get to his feet. A hand then circled around his ankle as Dwight realized what was happening. Turning around, Daryl blindly fired a bolt and it struck Dwight in the shoulder, mirroring Daryl’s own wound for good measure.

Dwight went down in pain and Daryl continued to move. As he fumbled for the door that was hanging half open due to the crash, he could hear yells of pain out in the warm air followed by the sound of someone choking as if they were drowning. Even half-aware of what was going on, Daryl could recognize the sound of someone choking on their own blood.

Daryl slammed his good shoulder against the broken door with a frustrated yell and finally felt the sun on his face. “Don’t kill her!” Daryl heard Negan scream. “Jesus fucking Christ, Arat!” Daryl tried to get back on his feet but everything was too bright and he was still trying to figure out what had happened and who Negan was talking about.

It wasn’t until he felt a hand around his arm that he seemed to snap back into his body. Aware that he hadn’t reloaded a new bolt into his bow, he swung his arm, trying to clip his assailant in the head with the bow. “Fuck! Daryl!” a familiar voice exclaimed to his right. The arm around him tightened as Daryl’s eyes finally focused on the person at his side.

“(Y/N)?” he breathed as he took in your face that was covered in blood and a wild look echoed from your eyes.

“We have to move,” you said earnestly. “Now!” Not questioning your demands, Daryl nodded and allowed you to take his bow as you grabbed for it. Slinging the bow onto your back, you grabbed the lighter Daryl had given you and he watched as you took a breath, no doubt sending some kind of prayer to the universe before you threw it into a pool of gasoline, igniting it and sending Saviors diving for cover.

Bullets flew by you as you hauled Daryl to the woods. “Don’t fucking shoot her! She’s a goddamn kid!” Negan screamed at his men.

Daryl leaned heavily on you as you dragged him towards the treeline. He didn’t hear much of what you said after that as his feet blindly followed you. “Negan,” Daryl choked out, trying to get you to understand.

“Leave him,” you said, trying to carry both of your weights. “Come on, Daryl, I can’t carry us both,” you pleaded, trying to get his mind to catch up with his body. It took another minute or so before the ringing subsided in his ears and the world got back into focus. Taking a few deep breaths, he got back into his normal gait and began speeding up his steps as he followed you through the woods.

You kept the crossbow on your back but he was soon able to walk on his own. “What did ya do?” Daryl asked as you stumbled down an embankment and carefully crossed a stream.

“What I had to to get you away from them,” you said as you helped him over the slippery rocks. “We can talk about this later. Right now, I need you to keep moving. There’s a town just through these trees, we can hide there for the night.”

“They’ll find us, (Y/N),” Daryl said as he pressed his hand against the bullet wound that was bleeding again. You looked at him, your eyes still wide from the fight.

“Then I’ll handle it,” you said. “It's my turn to keep you safe.”

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The heat was horrid by the time you and Daryl arrived in the abandoned town.

Even with Daryl still in pain, you made the two of you circle back three times in order to cover your tracks. However, eventually, you knew he couldn’t take more before he finally keeled over. Keeping the crossbow loaded, you moved silently through the back alleys of the small town, looking for both Saviors and Walkers alike.

After the quarry horde had been redirected, the larger groups of the dead had been far and few between but that didn’t mean Walkers were gone altogether. Silently, you took down four Walkers before you found the destination you had in mind.

The old town library was something you and Sasha had found when you had accompanied her on a hunt one day. The latches on the doors still worked and it had enough blindspots inside to hide from the Living and the Dead.

You stood watch as Daryl wrestled with the doors. The Southern heat warped the frames a bit but eventually, Daryl was able to push one open and slip inside. You followed quickly and shut it behind you. Placing down the bow, you shoved a fallen bookcase in front of the double doors before collapsing against it for a second.

“Okay, this should hold,” you said with another breath. Daryl was swaying on his feet when you looked back at him. “Come on,” you said, picking up the bow and leading him into the main area of the library.

For such a small town, the library was a decent size. You figured that it was probably the main community hub for the neighborhood. It made its untouched books and abandoned keycards that much more sorrowful. Depositing Daryl on one of the lumpy couches, you grabbed your flashlight from your pack and clicked it on.

“I’m going to go make sure there’s no Dead in here,” you said. “Stay here and I’ll be back to take a look at that shoulder.”

“(Y/N),” Daryl said, grabbing your hand before you could move.

“I’ll be fine,” you promised. Daryl seemed to be wary but he was also exhausted so he relented and let go. You gave him your canteen, ordered him to drink, and then you began your search.

The dried blood on your skin was driving you crazy as it itched with every second. When you had set out after the Saviors, clutching the grenade you had stolen from Spencer’s stash a few days before, it hadn’t occurred to you that there would be a before and an after.

Before you managed to get to Daryl and after you got him.

Now, it was all about survival. You knew what you had done. Negan was pissed and if you knew anything about his temper solely based on the clearing, then you knew he wasn’t going to let this go.

You feared for your family back in Alexandria. If he wanted to, Negan could go and terrorize your family, perhaps kill more of them. None of that had been on your mind when you began your rescue operation. You weren’t thinking about anyone but Daryl. You had to save him and you were willing to risk your life. Though, now, you realized it wasn’t just your life you were risking.

Shaking the thoughts out of your mind, you finished your rounds through the two stories of the library. You were surprised to only find two Walkers who were less than “alive”. Both were barely hanging on and you figured one of them had been the librarian at some point. You took them both out to end their suffering and then headed back to Daryl.

Daryl was still awake when you joined him on the couch and helped him out of his shirt. The gunshot wound was getting worse and you could tell he was trying to put on a brave face for you. “You don’t have to do that, you know?” you said as you dug through your bag for the alcohol and bandages you always had with you.

“Do what?” he asked.

“Act as if nothing is hurting,” you said, pouring some of the alcohol on a rag. Not giving him a warning, you pressed it against his shoulder and Daryl swore as it burned the wound. “See,” you said with a smirk.

“Ya shouldn’t have done it,” Daryl said after a second.

“If I hadn’t, then you would be dead or worse,” you said. “I wasn’t going to let Negan take anyone else from me. Not after Glenn and Abraham.”

“You saw,” Daryl said and it wasn’t a question. You began cleaning the excess blood off before finding your suturing kit.

“I was in a tree,” you whispered, threading the needle, suddenly very grateful for the lessons Herschel had given you. “I thought he was going to kill you.”

“Maybe he should have,” Daryl said and your hands froze. Looking up at him with wide eyes, you could see the emotions that were raging in him.

“Daryl…”

“He said not to move, kid,” Daryl said. “I lost it after he killed Abraham. If I hadn’t… Glenn would still be alive.”

“You don’t know that. We slaughtered that outpost, hell, I’m surprised he didn’t take more people out. I know you and the others think I’m just some kid but I notice more than you think and I have learned to read people. Negan is… I don’t think he’s some kind of deranged maniac but he’s ruthless and he’s not going to stop until he feels as if he has all the power again. At least I can see that he’s not willing to kill kids. Guess that means Carl and I are gonna be on the front lines this time,” you finished with an attempt at humor.

“Not funny,” he said.

“Daryl, you and I both know that this isn’t going to end without a fight.”

“You ain’t fighting,” Daryl said sternly. You ignored him and began stitching up his wound, careful not to pull too much.

“Considering the way Rick was looking at Negan before I left, it doesn’t look like he had much fight left in him. Someone has to do it.”

“Rick has a lot of pressure on his shoulders,” Daryl defended but you just shook your head.

“I watched him tear a man’s throat out with his teeth, Daryl,” you said. “This was different. I warned you about his pride and how it was going to be his downfall. He just needs to be reminded of the leader he is.”

“Since when are ya so mature?”

“Since I watched the people I love get killed again and again,” you said as you tied off the last stitch.

“You blame Rick,” Daryl said.

“I blame all of us,” you said, picking up the clean bandages. “We believed that moron at Hilltop… We never should have gone after the Satellite Station, Daryl. We keep doing this, getting involved in fights that aren’t ours.”

“We have to help people,” Daryl said. “It’s what we do.”

“Why? Why do we have to? Why is it our responsibility? Why can’t we just survive like everyone else?”

“Someone has to be the good guys,” he said, though it didn’t sound like he believed it.

“I’m sick of being them,” you admitted, finally sitting back.

“Ya really mean that?” Daryl asked as he shrugged his shirt back onto his shoulder. You sat there for a minute before sighing.

“No,” you whispered. “I’m just sick of the death.”

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Daryl was asleep finally and you became the sole protector.

It was odd, the role reversal. So many times you had been the one hurt and cowering as Daryl protected you. Now, after seeing all the horrors you had since Terminus, your skin was stronger than stone. It was going to take a lot more than a bastard with a bat to break you.

You could hear Daryl’s soft snore from the lounge as you scanned the darkness. You stayed there, watching until the soft rumbles of a truck echoed through the night. Ducking down, you watched as a pickup truck drove slowly through the town, a spotlight scanning the empty storefronts.

"Fuck," you whispered. Glancing at the bow by your side, you made a quick decision as the truck came to a stop and three men, Saviors, jumped out.

Sneaking back towards Daryl, you left his bow, loaded, by his side. Taking one last look at him, you slipped your jacket over your shoulders and headed to the second floor. An open window welcomed you near the back exit. Being an avid climber it was easy to maneuver out onto the slanted roof and grab onto the drainage pipe to take you to the ground.

Muffled voices reached your ears as you kept to the shadows. "Spread out, kill the man, take the girl," a man said, a voice you didn't recognize.

"That girl nearly killed Negan," another said.

"We are Negan," the third said. "And we do what he orders. Saviors don't kill kids. Find her." While it was a bold statement, you knew it was false. Hilltop had said, a boy was murdered. None of that fit.

Trying not to overanalyze anything, you focused on the task at hand. Picking up a large rock, you threw it as far as you could. The sound of breaking glass shattered the air and a set of boots took off in that direction.

As the second man went West, you focused on the solo scout who headed towards the abandoned police station. As you got closer, groans reached your ears. Spotting the Walker first, you snuck up behind it and slit its throat with a single slice. The gargling of Dead blood and empty lungs perforated your surroundings but it was enough to call attention to the Savior.

"Ugly motherfucker," the Savior said, not yet spotting you as you stood behind it. As the Savior drew his blade to silently end the creature, you shoved the Walker forward onto the man.

Stunned by the sudden momentum, he cried out as the Walker bit into the face before it. The Savior’s scream was cut off short as the Walker found its next meal. As soon as the damage was done, you finished off both, making sure to stifle the sounds that would pull your other two targets closer. Dragging both bodies out of sight, you slipped back into the shadows.

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Moving West, you avoided any other Walkers who were wandering.

Not looking to be tracked by the Walker equivalent of breadcrumbs, you made sure to stay hidden for the most part. Finally spotting your next target, you began wishing you had grabbed Carl’s gun with his silencer before you had followed after the caravan. Only armed with knives now, you had to make do.

The Savior was looking through a desolate pet shop as you snuck in through a broken window, careful not to make too much noise with the shattered glass.

Picking up a tennis ball that had been neglected, you rolled it towards the aisle the Savior was looking in. Just like a curious golden retriever, the man followed the little ball right into your path. He barely had time to shout a warning before your knife was embedded into his carotid.

His eyes were wide as blood poured onto your hand. Keeping your nerve, you twisted the knife and fully severed the artery. The man fell to his knees as you pulled the blade free. Clutching his throat, he tried to speak but no sound came. “You’re not going to find him,” you whispered as he fell back and his eyes rolled back into his head.

Quickly, you shoved your blade into his brain before grabbing his weapon. It wasn’t silenced but it would have to do if it came down to a firefight. Turning back towards the main street, you ran from the store in hopes of catching the final Savior before he sounded the alarm.

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The truck was still there but its driver was nowhere to be seen.

Noticing the keys were still in the ignition, you rolled your eyes. Pocketing them, you waited in the cab, hoping the final man would return soon.

Fatigue was starting to set in as you waited and you began to think of when the last time you slept was. Before the turn, you had imagined your teen years to be full of parties and late nights studying for tests in high school. You did not envision you would be waiting in the dark of a truck, ready to get more blood on your hands.

Unlike Carl, it hadn’t been at the prison when you first killed someone. It had been before you had even met Daryl. Before you wandered onto the Greene farm and Daryl and Carol had found you, you had been traveling with your aunt and uncle when bandits had attacked you and killed both before turning their sights on you. Not knowing how to use a gun, only ever seeing your uncle use it and of course, in films, you blindly fired and killed one and then the other. The third, who was just a teenager, had runoff.

After that, you felt ashamed at how you didn’t feel bad about doing it. Shane had explained that it was okay because you did it out of self-defense and Daryl and Maggie had agreed.

Now, as fresh blood joined the flaking blood on your hands, you tried to rationalize that what you were doing now was in defense of another. If the Saviors got Daryl back or killed him, you would not have been able to handle it.

“Focus,” you whispered to yourself. “Handle this and get back to Daryl. He needs you.”

It didn’t take long for the man to return. The man was speaking into his radio and it had never occurred to you to take the other walkies off the other bodies. However, now you knew you weren’t leaving without this one. If Rick wanted to fight and you were hoping that he was, then having a Savior’s radio, attuned to Negan’s base of operations would be a great start to gather intel.

Angling yourself in the front seat, you waited for him to open the door. Steadying your hand, you took a deep breath in, leveled the stolen gun, and just as the driver’s side door pulled open and the overhead light clicked on, you fired one bullet, hitting the man in the head.

Surprised by your own accuracy, you shuffled out of the cab, grabbed the radio, and shoved the body underneath the car. You waited then, for either more Walkers or the cavalry but when none came, you ran back to the library, hoping the shot didn’t wake Daryl. You weren’t in the mood for a lecture.

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“Are ya really that reckless?” Daryl said as soon as you snuck back into the library.

“I don’t know what you're talking about,” you said, nonchalantly.

“Bullshit, I can practically smell all the blood on you,” he said, folding his arms. His bow was still by his side and after the small amount of rest, he was clearly not in the mood for your aloofness.

“I told you I would protect you,” you said as you moved to your pack and grabbed the discarded canteen, and poured some water on your hands in hopes of ridding yourself of the sick smell of iron. "Now, we need to figure out what to do," you said.

"We need to get home," he argued.

"We're going to Hilltop," you said. "They'll be looking for you at Alexandria and you know it."

"Both of us," he pointed out with a slight glare.

"Negan doesn't scare me," you said to him.

"He should."

"We've seen worse," you countered.

"You're too young for all this shit," he said, running a hand through his hair.

"So you've said before," you reminded him.

"(Y/N)..."

"If you're about to say that I need to distance myself from you. You'd be a moron. I'm not leaving you. If you don’t like it, any of it, then you never should have taught me to fight.”

“That’s right, I taught you to fight, not to kill,” he argued. Throwing the water bottle down, you turned on him.

“What is this about? I’ve seen you kill people. I’ve seen you do worse than taking a few people out to protect someone in our family. What is actually going on here and don’t say that it’s because you’re feeling guilty. It's more than that.”

“Ever think I don’t like seeing you like this," he gestured to your bloody clothes. "Do ya think I want ya to become someone like Negan? Ya act like taking a life ain’t that big of a deal!”

“Will you stop shouting,” you hissed, moving closer to him. “Daryl, I did what I had to. I am so sorry that you think you are the only one who is allowed to cross lines to protect us. I think you forget all the times we have had to save you.”

“That’s not fair.”

“No, what’s not fair is you getting mad at me for saving your life. Do you not realize how much you mean to me? I lost my parents before the turn and then my aunt and uncle and I had nobody. Nobody until you found me in that field. You are the closest thing I have to a father, Daryl and I don’t care what I have to do to make sure I don't lose another parent. I can’t handle it, okay? Please, just let me protect you for once!"

The emotions were taking you over then and it was hard to control them. “I don’t mean to cry and all that,” you said, sniffing back the tears, “but you can’t expect me to just sit back and do nothing when people keep trying to take you away from me.”

Daryl’s stern look dissipated then and it made you feel a bit worse. Wiping at the tears on your face, you turned away from him. Soon, you felt his arms around you as he pulled you into his chest just as he had earlier.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “You’re right, you were just tryin’ to help. Okay, I ain’t mad.”

“Doesn’t sound like it,” you said into his chest.

“I just worry about ya,” he said. “Ya know why?” Shaking your head, he tightened his hold. “Cause I see ya as my kid, too and I would do anythin’ to keep ya safe. I guess I gotta accept you’re going to do the same." Stepping back, he wiped the tears off your cheeks. “Just no more sneaking out, alright?”

“Alright,” you agreed. "Daryl, just know you don't have to carry it all. You can share your burden."

"I thought I was the parent here," he said.

"Family works both ways."

"Yes it does," he said.

Then with a bit more of a smile, you produced the keys you had stolen from the car. “I got us a ride cause you're still stuck with me."

"You're so stubborn," he said.

"I got it from you," you said with a gesture to the street. "You're going to have to drive."

"Right, no need to almost die twice in twenty-four hours," he said and you offered him a small smile. Daryl then took your hand in his as he gathered your pack. "I ain't leavin' you. You're stuck with me, too. I got you, kid,” he said. "And thanks for comin’ to get me.” You looked up at him and nodded.

“Always.”

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Solider!San x Reader Word Count: 2.6k+ A/N: This one is angsty ngl i choked up a couple times writing it. If you really wanna cry listen to Thinking of you by Katy Perry or Other Side by Ruelle while reading this. Anyways enjoy :) KPOP Masterlist

San was at the diner sharing a milkshake with his girlfriend when the news broke out. Wooyoung had run into the diner out of breath saying that they were starting to randomly draft boys into the war as the number of soldiers was dwindling and the battle was getting more intense. Everyone in the diner could feel the tension grow in the once lively and colorful place. The laughter had died and the ambiance was now somber. The news hit hard especially to those between the ages of 18 and 28 as they were the first to go. Y/N looked at San with worry in her eyes and although San was also worried he wasn’t going to let her see it. He simply gave her a small smile reassuring her that everything would blow over before they knew it and that they had nothing to worry about. He tried his best to stay positive and luckily she believed him.

Unfortunately, things would not blow over if anything they only got worse. The day after the news broke out Hongjoong was one of the first to be drafted along with Wooyoung, the draft now taking a fourth of San’s group of friends. In the months that followed the others were also called in for duty, the only ones left being Jongho who had yet to turn 18, and San. With every draft call San became more and more anxious that his number would be called next but no matter how much he worried he made sure to never let Y/N know. It wasn’t until they were celebrating their anniversary that his world would come crashing down. He and Y/N were having a picnic near the quarry enjoying the summer heat and going for a swim when his sister came running over out of breath just like Wooyoung had that day. San got out of the water followed by Y/N when he saw her asking her what was wrong, “They’re trying to take Jongho they wanna draft him,” his sister managed to huff out.

“But he barely turned 17 he can’t be drafted,” San said, worried for his younger friend.

“Yeah, but they came by his house and carried him out against his will even though we tried to explain. They’re gonna ship him off. San we have to stop them,” she said choking on her words as tears threatened to spill.

After hearing that, San became enraged and began to run towards the recruitment office hoping to catch Jongho before they tried shipping him off. He continued running ignoring the cries of his sister and Y/N as they attempted to follow him but couldn’t keep up. He ran through town weaving through people and dodging oncoming cars as he stormed into the recruitment office calling Jongho’s name as the staff attempted to calm him down. Eventually, Jongho had managed to slip out of the officer’s grip crying as he ran over to San who protectively shielded him in his arms thanking God he had made it on time. The officer that had been holding onto Jongho made his way over to the pair advising San to let go of Jongho claiming he had to go whether he liked it or not, “No, I’m not gonna let you take him, he's just a kid. He’s not even 18 and you already wanna ship him off so he can be traumatized for life. No, I won’t let you,” San said, attempting to soothe the shaken Jongho.

“Look, I just follow what the big man says and they gave me his name. I'm just following orders. We have to grow our numbers,” the officer defended.

“Then take me instead, take me in his place. My name is Choi San. I make the cut,” he offered confidently.

“Hyung no, don’t do it,” Jongho said clearly upset.

“Are you sure about this kid? Once you go there’s no turning back,” the officer warned.

“Yes, if it means he can stay I’m sure,” San nodded.

The officer nodded before telling the secretary to make the switch in the roster. San then complied with the officers as they measured his weight and height as well as take his fingerprints before telling him to go home and pack essentials and meet back at the office the next day at 8 am sharp. Once he finished he walked out with Jongho who asked him how he could do something so foolish. Most people were trying to dodge the draft, not straight up volunteer for it. San replied that his safety was way more important than the draft itself except now he had to explain to Y/N that he would be leaving tomorrow. He dropped off Jonho on his way home, Jongho’s mother embracing him as soon as he saw him in the doorway asking San how he managed to bring him home. He told her not to worry about it and that they shouldn’t be coming for him anytime soon before dismissing himself and walking the rest of the way home. Once he stepped into the living room of his house his family began to bombard him with questions about Jongho. He sat them down before breaking the news of what he had done in order to let Jongho stay. Although his father commended him for his bravery it didn’t make his family any less worried. “ Wait what about Y/N? Does she know yet? She was worried about you” his sister asked.

“No, I’m going to tell her after dinner. I have to go pack now,” he said dismissing himself and going to his room.

He pulled out his suitcase and began to fill it with his clothes and things he felt he would need. As he was busy emptying his dresser he noticed the picture of him and Y/N sitting on the hood of his dad’s car, his arms wrapped around her, a smile plastered on both their faces oblivious to Mingi who had taken the photo. Although he nagged him for it at the moment he was truly grateful for it. He sighed putting it in his suitcase along with the rest of his things, his mom coming in to see how he was doing. She sat on his bed folding the clothes he had balled up as she told him that the day would come eventually and that it was only a matter of time. This he knew but it didn’t make things easier for him. She sighed before handing him a dark green velvet box, “Here give this to Y/N when you go see her tonight,” she said urging him to take it.

“What is it?” he asked, opening the box before staring in shock, “Is this what I think it is?”

“Yes, it was your grandmother’s engagement ring. She always wanted to see you give it to the person that meant the most to you and now that person is gonna need your support more than ever. This is gonna be just as hard for her as it will be for you. You need to show her that your feelings for her won’t change just because of distance,” she said, taking his hand in hers, “Just promise me you’ll be careful out there okay I want you back home in one piece alive and breathing,” she said holding back tears.

“I will mom, I promise,” he said, pulling her into a hug, “Thank you for everything.”

After a bit, he pulled away wiping her tears away before closing his suitcase and going downstairs to eat dinner. After he finished he went upstairs to grab the ring before saying bye to his family before going to Y/N’s house. Like always he climbed the oak tree before climbing onto the roof and tapping on her window. Once she opened it he stepped inside and she immediately hugged him. He hugged back a little bit tighter this time pressing a kiss against her head letting the scent of her shampoo filled his nostrils. Y/N had taken not of it and pulled away concerned telling him she felt as if he was saying goodbye. Hearing that San took a deep breath before sitting Y/N down before breaking the news. He watched as her heart broke in front of him and it felt like a stab to the heart. Although he hated seeing her this way he knew that it was ultimately the right thing to do. “When do you leave?” she asked.

“Tomorrow at 8 am. I don't know where they’re sending me yet though,” he sighed out.

“What if something happens San,” she said worried for his safety.

“Hey don’t think like that,” he said kneeling and cupping her face in his hands, “I will come back, in fact, I’m going to write to you every day while I’m out there to let you know I’m okay. Wait for me because when I come back we’re gonna get married and have a beautiful family with maybe even a dog or two running in the yard and to prove it I’m going to give you this so that every time you see it you’ll think of me and that promise,” he said pulling out the ring, ”what do you say Y/N will you marry me?”

Y/N simply nodded immediately kissing him as he slipped the ring onto her finger. Although he hadn’t planned on it, he had spent the night with her and sleeping until the sunlight peeked through the curtains signaling it was morning. San had woken up a bit earlier taking in her sleeping figure memorizing it as if he’d be seeing it for the last time. Once she had woken up the two of them got ready before San climbed back out the window Y/N meeting him outside as the two walked to the recruitment office hand in hand. Once there they watched as others that had been drafted said their goodbyes to family and friends as the captain took role. San found his family pulling Y/N over to them with her. They each said their goodbyes San saving Y/N for last. Once it was her turn he pulled her in for a kiss reminding her of the promise he had made the night before she nodded softly holding back tears as he pulled away Jongho handing San his suitcase. With that, he boarded the bus along with the others waving to them as it began to drive away.

It would be two weeks until the first letter would arrive but it did and just as promised they began to write to each other every day the ring still adorning her finger. For the next few weeks, the letters were consistent, that was until things began to get worse. As the months went by the letters went from being a daily occurrence to every other day to twice a week to once a week and so forth until he could only write once a month. Eventually, the letters stopped altogether but she continued writing either way. It wasn’t until the letters began to be sent back that she began to worry. She had gone to San’s house to talk to his parents when the recruitment officers stopped by to break the news. San’s mother had opened to the officers who had taken off their hats handing her the yellow envelope the gesture alone causing her to sob as she knew the news couldn’t be good. Y/N opened the letter as the officer had explained that he had gone missing in action after the enemy attacked them by surprise. He had been near an explosion at the time of the event the only thing being found were his dog tags which the officer handed to her. Y/N felt the lump in her throat grow as she couldn’t believe it. She held her hand to her growing stomach holding back tears as the officers dismissed themselves.

Eventually a year later the war had passed and little by little all the men that were drafted began to come home. Everyday Y/N would wake up early and go to the train station with her sleeping son in her arms waiting to see if by some miracle San would come off that train but he didn’t. Instead, Mingi and Yunho were the first to come home followed by Hongjoong, Yeosang, and Wooyoung. It was the last week for returning draftees when Y/N saw the familiar figure walking off Jongho accompanying her this time. She got up handing her son over to him before running to the man that was dressed in uniform calling his name. San, who had forgotten who he was due to the blast, was confused until he heard the familiar voice call his name causing little things to flash through his mind. Y/N had hugged him, catching him by surprise. He looked at her observantly taking in her features attempting to remember if he knew her Y/N crying as she told him how she knew he was okay. Once he made it clear that he didn’t recognize her she felt her heart drop. She attempted to tell him all the memories they shared as well as show him the picture he had taken with him of them which was now burnt at the edges. It wouldn’t be until she hugged him tightly, her head laid against his chest with closed eyes that he put the pieces together. He saw her room her head on his chest as he played with her hair, everything coming in waves. The past 20 years of his life hitting him like a truck.

He wrapped his arms around her hugging her back just as tight before pressing a kiss to her head the same shampoo scent filling his nose as he did. He lifted her chin before leaning down to give her a needy kiss that was full of love and passion as well as months of yearning. They both pulled away breathless as their foreheads rested against one another both of them catching their breath. Jongho approached them cautiously until he also recognized the man in uniform and greeted him. San smiled, going to hug the boy until he saw the sleeping child in his arms. He asked if it was Jongho’s causing the maknae to chuckle and shake his head. “No, he’s your son,” Jongho replied. San looked at y/n for conformation and after she nodded he looked back at his child asking to hold him. Jongho happily obliged, carefully handing him the sleeping child. He held back tears as he watched his son’s sleeping figure grab his finger tightly, “He has your nose,” San chuckled out looking at Y/N.

“Yeah but the rest screams you,” she said with a warm smile.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked

“I sent a letter but I found out when they started returning my letters so I never knew if you found out or not,” she explained.

“Well what matters is that I’m here now and I don’t plan on leaving again anytime soon,” he said causing both Y/N and Jongho to smile, “I guess there’s just one thing left to do,” he said.

“What’s that?,” Y/N asked, confused.

“I’m gonna marry the love of my life,” San said, leaning down to kiss her.

After a few months of settling back down and re-establishing himself, he did just that. The two getting married in the backyard of their newly bought home with both their families and friends present. San smiled as the officiant told him he could kiss the bride and he swooped Y/N into his arms dipping her as he did just that, grateful that she waited for him.

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Madness: A Kol Mikaelson Imagine

Request from @wishing4wishes: Hiya, I'm new to this blog but I was wondering if you could do an imagine to the song Madness by Ruelle? Maybe something where Kol's partner/reader gets taken by Damon, Stefan and Elena as leverage against him so Kol's protective 'psychotic maniac' side comes and he save the reader, while she/he also maybe kicks ass a bit too? Weirdly specific sorry 😂

Hope this is okay for you lovely, and enjoy x

Want to hear the song? Find a link to it just below:

Madness

I see that look in your eyes It makes me go blind

You probably shouldn’t have fallen for it. You had seen that look in so many eyes before, the look that told you they were considering using you to get to him. And ninety percent of the time, you didn’t ignore it. You either called Kol or killed them yourself.

But this was Elena Gilbert and her pet Salvatores, and how dangerous could they possibly be?

As it turned out, you were out of practice and they got the drop on you pretty quickly.

So here you were, in some crappy basement in the middle of nowhere, a number of different spells having been cast to keep you inside.

You rolled your eyes. It wasn’t the first time you had been in a situation like this, and nor would it be the last. It was one of the risks of dating Kol Mikaelson and you had signed up for it long ago.

The only thing that worried you was that your light was fading and Kol hadn’t come to your rescue yet. It never normally took this long to find you. You were normally back in bed by now, cuddled up to his side.

It was getting dark, and your vision was fading.

It was getting dark, and you were growing scared.

Cut me deep, these secrets and lies Storm in the quiet

“Where the bloody hell is she?” Kol had his hand wrapped around Damon Salvatore’s throat, pinning the younger vampire to the wall.

Y/N had been missing for almost a day now, and it was killing him. All he wanted was to know she was okay, to have her back in his arms. It wasn’t the first time she had been taken from him, but it always cut him deep, a stab in his gut that wouldn’t stop bleeding until she was with him again.

Damon stood, silent and stoic.

“I’ll ask you again. Where. Is. She.”

“Let him go and we’ll tell you,” Kol turned at the voice of Elena Gilbert, his hand still on Damon’s throat. He hated her too, and the youngest Salvatore brother standing next to her. It didn’t take him too long to figure out that they were the ones who had taken Y/N from him. If they hadn’t had Y/N’s location, he would have killed them where they stood.

“Fine.” He released Damon. “Now, where is she? And don’t lie to me. If I get to wherever you tell me and she’s not there, I will tear you apart.”

“We have conditions first.”

Kol rolled his eyes.

“Of course you do.” Feel the fury closing in All resistance wearing thin

You knew what they wanted, knew that their goal was to get Kol to leave them alone. It was stupid, trying to get him to stop saving the world. But for some bizarre reason, they believed that resurrecting Silas was the right thing to do.

It was infuriating when you were the only two people in the world with any sense.

You figured you had less than an hour before sunset. You knew it was unusual, being a vampire and being afraid of being left alone in the dark, but that was the way it was and it wouldn’t change. Kol always made it better, and he wasn’t here.

Your resistance, the effort that you were putting into not freaking out, was wearing thin. You needed him to hurry up, needed him to come and save you before you did something stupid, before you had a breakdown that would turn into a catastrophe.

“Come on, Kol. Where are you?”

And then the door swung open, and there he stood, your captors on either side of him.

“Kol?”

“Sorry I took so long,” he smiled, and you knew what you had to do next.

Nowhere to run from all of this havoc Nowhere to hide

There was no way that Kol was actually going to agree to the conditions proposed to him. But those idiots didn’t need to know that. So when he showed up, facing Y/N, he gave her that smile. That smile that let her know that in about five seconds, chaos was about to ensue and that there would be nowhere for her captors to run to.

He waited until Elena had disabled the spells that kept Y/N captive, something even an amateur could do. And then-

Five. Four. Three. Two. One.

“Now!”

Y/N had Elena on the floor, knee in her back, her superior strength pinning her down. Kol was quick to stop Damon and Stefan running to her, clutching them by the throats yet again.

“Looks like you can’t go and save your girl, boys,” Kol shook his head mockingly, “Such a shame she’s going to die, right Y/N?”

“Such a shame,” Y/N smiled a wicked smile. “Unless?”

“Unless what?” Kol grinned at the fear in Stefan’s voice. It served him right for having taken Y/N from him, for thinking that he could possibly best an Original. It was time to play the Salvatore brother at his own game, one Kol had perfected many centuries ago.

“Unless you let me and Y/N walk out of here without giving into your little conditions. Unless you agree to leave us alone.”

“Never.”

“Well then I guess Elena dies. Y/N, do the honours, would you?”

From all of this madness, madness, madness Madness, madness, madness

If there was one thing that Elena Gilbert and her pet Salvatores had learnt, it was not to mess with you or Kol. After all, it had nearly ended up with all of them dead and they certainly hadn’t got what they wanted out of it.

No, you hadn’t killed Elena, despite how much you wanted to, but you had made sure to snap her neck just before you left. She would be fine in a few hours.

“Are you alright?” You looked up at Kol, his arm around your shoulders as the two of you walked home.

“Always,” you leaned up and kissed him, “I’m always alright when I’m with you.”

“I’m just glad you’re okay, and that I got you back.”

When you had first fallen for Kol Mikaelson all those centuries ago, you thought you must have been mad. It was now that you realised that madness was a good thing; that darker side of him had saved your life more than once, and allowed you to come into your own.

And it made those more intimate moments so much more special.

Because he was special.

And the two of you together? Well, that was another level altogether.

It always would be.

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elysianightsss · 3 years

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It’s Just Business - one

Werewolf Steve Rodgers x reader series

Warnings for the series: fluffness, Bucky and Sam bickering like five year olds, smutty smut, bad language.

Part two

“Buck, I can feel her here.” Steve spoke, his figure frozen as his wolf tried clawing his way out. Fighting to find it’s mate.

“The only people here are the servants.” His beta replied patting his shoulder. “She’ll reveal herself soon enough.”

“Dinner is served.” An old man dressed in a penguin suit said poshly dragging out each syllable. Everyone gathered around the table taking their seats.

The woman of the house whispered something to the older looking maid, though to everyone else except her husband, they all heard it as though she shouted it.

“Get my daughter down here.” The maid scurried off and the woman plastered a fake smile upon her face. A few moments of waiting later, a sweet scent of vanilla, old books and rain filled Steve’s nostrils.

I walked into the dining room my hair swaying behind me, my outfit was too revealing for my mother’s taste, I could see it in her eyes when I walked in, but I suppose that’s why I wore it. Just to see her pissed off expression, it gave me a giddy feeling inside. Flashing a smile to the participants of tonight’s show. I couldn’t wait to see how my parent’s had planned to brag today.

“I apologise for being late.” I spoke clearly, sitting down at the end of the table, opposite to my father who gave me a small nod. I returned the gesture. Food was placed in front of me and my stomach lurched at the fancy pancy sustenance.

“Would so kill for a burger.” I grumbled quietly, but a muffled snort had me looking at a brunette. He wore his hair in a low man bun, his blue eyes deep. His black shirt suited the dark demeanour he held. Blinking away from our locked gazes, I tuned into the shrill sound of my mother’s voice as she conversed with their wonderful benefactors.

That’s who this meal was for. My father, the Mayor, had only a small handful of people he trusted his affairs to. The three people sat at this dining table were some of them. They gave my father his protection against politisions that might try and weave their way into his office. The three men lead an organisation that I wanted to stay far away from, one that snuck inside other organisations and gained power from knowing their secrets.

The other two groups of people gave my father his money and his immunity to do whatever he wanted to people and get away with it. It wasn’t that my father was a bad man, he had just done certain things to get where he was now. Certain things that gave him his status as Mayor, that gave him his money, that gave him all the secrets that filled his pockets.

My parent’s invite their benefactors over for dinner frequently but I always avoided them, with the excuse of studying or extra curricular activities. However this one I couldn’t get out of, I didn’t think of an excuse quick enough. Was too tired that day and now I had to munch on leafy soup instead of my usual burger and fries from my favourite diner.

I took the chance to look around at the other two men. One was a man who I’d actually met before, once at my Father’s office. His name was Sam, he was kind and funny. Made the meeting we had to sit through bearable with his jokes and the gift of sharing my sarcastic language. His dark purple shirt made him look some what posh, though the bored look in his eyes could of made me laugh until my stomach hurt.

The third man was absolutely gorgeous. He was the kind of man I wanted. All rugged and lumberjack like. His dirty blonde hair slightly overgrown, but not enough to be able to tie it back like the brunette. His beard had me clenching my legs together at the thought of beard burn on my thighs. Damn. How can someone be so hot? I didn’t know it was physically possible for a shirt to stretch that much. The dark blue material was clinging to his body for dear life, trying desperately not to break as he moved his arm up and down gulping down the green soup.

It seemed he was trying to eat it quickly, almost getting it over and done with. Better than having to endure the rath of my mother for refusing her ‘finest’ chef’s qu’usine. He seemed to noticed me staring at him but ignored it. His eyes were blue, they reminded me of the ocean. There was something reassuring about it.

“Miss Alexandra,” I looked to my left to see Martha my personal maid, “there’s a very important call for you.” She could hardly contain her excitement, too loud that everyone heard what she said. I glanced towards my mother who nodded, instantly I was out of my seat practically jogging to answer the phone.

“Hello?” I spoke, cringing at the eagerness in my tone.

“Miss. Culling?”

“Yes this is she.”

“This is Townsend University calling about your application for a scholarship. We wanted to let you know personally that we are declining your application. We’re very sorry.” The woman sounded as if she could care less.

“Can I ask the reason why?” My lip quivered making me bite down on it hard.

“You simply have too much money Miss. Culling. I’m sure your parents can help you in securing a place here. Other than that we have no other way to help you, I apologise. Have a good evening.” She hung up after spouting her bitter train of thought.

My breath came out shaky matching my unsteady hand as I placed the phone down. Covering my mouth to stop any sobs from escaping.

“Oh my dear.” Martha wrapped her arms around my shoulders stroking a wrinkled hand through my straightened hair. “Maybe you should call your brother. Not the silly whipper snapper but the golden troublemaker.” She chuckled at the thought of the boys she basically raised. She was right.

“Little sister to what do I owe the honour?”

“Townsend University rejected me.” I fought the tears that wanted nothing more but to ruin the mascara I’d put on earlier this evening.

“Oh Alexandra. I’m so sorry. Did they say why?”

“Our parent’s money. Same as the others. How did you do it Bash?” My foot tapped against the hard wood floor waiting impatiently for some kind of way to fix my problem.

“Back when I was completing mother and father’s task, colleges only cared about having someone of title on their campus to get a higher status. Now all they care about is money.” He scoffed.

“I don’t have any other options left. Bash what do I do?” I begged him to tell me.

“Why don’t you come here for a few days? You can relax while I think of a plan. Get you out of that retched house.” I heard him flipping through a book and I knew it was his calendar.

“Are you sure Lara won’t mind?” I inquired after his pregnant wife.

“Never she adores you, you know that. Just get through the evening little sister and I’ll have a car come pick you up.” He hummed through the phone.

“Thankyou brother.” I hung up and took a series of deep breaths. I sighed making my way back inside the room.

“Who was it my dear?” Mother asked with a slight glare that if anyone else saw it, they’d assume it was motherly concern. I was not anyone else.

“Bash called.” I replied sitting down next to the lumberjack who’s eyes burned a whole in my head.

“Oh our eldest son, he is a delight.” My mother chirped.

“Isn’t he just.” I quipped under my breath. I loved my brother dearly but I couldn’t help but be slightly jealous of the affection he gained from both my parents when I had none.

“I’m staying there for a few days before finals start.” I smiled at her. She seemed to think it over for a moment before glancing at my father.

“I think it’s a good idea.” He shrugged and went back to whatever they were talking about before I came back in.

Soon dinner was over, it took far too long for my liking. My father and his benefactors retired to his office for a while. My mother on the phone to one of her stupid friends bitching about something I didn’t care to listen to. I just wanted this evening to be over.

“Miss, your father would like a word.” Omg did he know already? Did he find out I had failed? No! He couldn’t! He promised to stay out of it until the end of the year. Wiping my sweating hands on my jumpsuit, I knocked on the office door and went in.

My Father’s office wasn’t too big or too small. The double doors I stepped through were made from a dark wood like everything else. There were books covering every inch of the right wall and a window on the left one. In the middle was a big desk my stoic parent sat at. The three men scattered around the room. The brunette sat at the windowsill. The blonde stood leaning against the bookshelf. And Sam sat in the left of the two chairs sitting opposite my fathers desk. I took the right and waited expectantly.

“You’re going to stay with Steve here until the end of summer.” He gestured to the blonde from earlier. Steve Rodgers. That was it? That’s all my father had to stay.

“Why?” I wouldn’t usually question my father but something in me pushed to ask. I had a right to know.

“I said you’d be sent somewhere this year for your survival skills and this is it. Anything could happen at any moment. You could be kidnapped or this very house could be held hostage. I have be sure I’m not worrying about you in case that happens. I need to know that I can focus of the business side of it not emotion.” He grunted. As if he had any emotions at all.

“The end of summer...starting when?” My nails dug into my palms, I started to feel so angry. I was eighteen years old for Christ sake and he was sending me away like he did when I was a child to summer camps so he didn’t have to deal with me.

“After you come back from your brother‘s house.” Suddenly I never wanted to come back from Bash’s house.

“But that’s eight months.” I sputtered, this was ridiculous. He was sending me away for almost a year give or take a few months.

“You dare question me in my own home?” He leaned forward on his desk glaring me down. I had glared back before and had faced the consequences. Not this time.

“No father. I’ll start packing the second I’m home.” I lowered my head.

“Good. Now get out.” I didn’t need to be told twice. The moment the door closed behind me I ran to my room pulling a bag out from my closet, packing what I’d need for a few days away and leaving without a goodbye. The car was already waiting for me just as Bash had promised.

“Thank. You. Bash.” I grinned getting inside the black car and telling the driver to step on it. Thoughts plagued my mind while I gazed out the window at the big trees.

Why was I being sent away? Why so long? Why didn’t my parents love me enough to want me to stay? Was it my fathers idea? How the fuck was I going to make a plan to complete my parent’s task if I’m up in the forest? Was it the forest or mountains? Or both?

But the question I didn’t expect my mind to conjure up left me slapping my hand against my head to pushed it away.

Was I going to enjoy living with the big sexy lumberjack called Steve?

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wlw-lovestruck-fiction · 4 years

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Ok so we all know piama had a fucked up childhood. She has to live up to the spring's expectations and quite frankly I doubt she was allowed to have much fun

I'm deadly curious on how one of the mods see piama raising her and MCs kid! - Aquarius

Dear Piama's life had never been conventional. She had always been considered an outcast - a pariah - Even before the day the curse had touched her skin. That's what they had always called it, anyways - her peers, her Aunt, anyone who just felt the need to be hurtful to a young girl just trying to figure out who she was - a curse. Piama had always sworn to herself that she would never let her own child feel such pain - such isolation. So on the day when her eldest was born, with same beautiful flowers that adorned her Mother's warm skin, Piama wept a little. For she knew the grief that would one day plague her child.

"Lylia? Tell me what is the matter!"

She had heard the sobs of her eldest daughter from all of the way down the halls of Attadellys. With only the firelight of her fire place to light the room, the small silhouette of young princess shook with each tear that fell from her face. Piama walked over to her slowly, taking a seat next to her on the bed, before cupping Lylia's face with her hand. She was always astounded by her daughter's beauty. Thanks to Gideon, she shared genetics from two of three of her Mothers. Her brilliantly warm skin, and the vibrant flowers that flawless decorated it, were very much Piama's - while her sea-glass green eyes, freckles, and slightly pointed ears were a striking resemblance to that of the Queen. Her ombre hair, a mix of both - beautiful and wild - with long waves that cascaded down her back, as deep as a sunset. Even the flowers that adorned her skin, were a mesh of Spring and the Wilds. The young princess took a deep breath before responding to her Mother.

"I just... I can't help but fear that I will always be seen as different." She said, wiping the tears from her eyes, "I hate these stupid flowers, and these stupid ears!"

Piama took her daughter into her arms, allowing her to cry freely - safely and comforted. It reminded Piama of all the times she had come home crying, hiding away in her room to save herself from the cruel words of her Aunt. All she had ever wanted was some comfort. A hug, a few kind words, anything, but she always knew she would never get it from Vo.

"Lylia, you can not let these arrogant fools dictate your self worth! You are a Princess of Spring, heir to the throne of Attadellys, and one of the most beautiful souls to ever walk the cobblestoned streets of Lysend."

"I'm well aware of my status, Mother... but what if no one ever finds me to be... beautiful?" She asked Piama, tears steadily falling down her flushed face.

"Do you not think I had the same worries!? I was certain I would die alone.." Piama replied, a soft sadness to her face before she smiled at her eldest child. "And now... I'm married to not only the most beautiful Queen in all of Lysend, but also a stunning Princess of Autumn, as well. So, I have no doubts, Lylia of the Spring, that you will find someone who truly sees how beautiful you are."

"You know Mom hates being called a Princess just as much as she hates being referred to as 'Mommy'." Lylia said with a laugh,

"I'm aware, which is the exact reason why we should call her by both of them, my child." Piama replied with a smirk, making her daughter laugh again. "But tell me, what has been making you feel so distraught today? What has brought all of this on?"

She watched as her daughter took in a deep breath, her bright green eyes shining out brilliantly against her flushed cheeks.

"It was yesterday.. When I was in town with Mom.. there were some kids in one of the shops, and they.. " Lylia took another deep breath, almost looking embarrassed, before continuing. ".. one of them said that I looked just like the weeds in their Mother's garden... unsightly and... unwanted.."

Piama felt a surge of anger flow over her like a wildfire.

"And Ruelle didn't try to stab them!?" She asked, rage pulsating though her body in waves.

"She.. I didn't tell her..." Lylia responded, averting her eyes shamefully.

"Ah, well that explains it. Ruelle rarely turns down the chance to stab ignorant little-!"

"Mother!" Lylia exclaimed, laughing for a moment.

"I apologize, my child." Piama took a deep, steadying breath. Trying to find her composure before speaking. "I know I rarely speak of my childhood, and that is for good reason, but I will never allow you to feel alone in this world, Lylia."

Piama cupped her daughters cheek with her hand, wiping away a rouge tear with her thumb. She had known far too well how her eldest child felt. How it felt to have such ugly things said about you. To not understand how people could be so cruel to someone they didn't even know. She had only wished she had had some comfort to come home to when the world was so unfair to her - and she would do everything in her power to make sure all of her children felt that.

"You are only thirteen spans old, Lylia. You have barely even begun to grow into your beautiful features yet, and when you do, dear daughter, all of Lysend will stop to look at you, only this time - for your grace and your beauty." She took her daughters hand in hers, and led her over to the vanity.

"I'm not too sure about the grace part, Mother.. I do have Mama's spirit." Lylia laughed. Piama smiled, knowing all too well how much of the Wilds were imbedded deep within her eldest child.

"Well, the beauty part will always be true!" She exclaimed, pulling her daughters hair back behind her shoulders. "Look at how beautiful you are. Just look. Tell me what you see."

Lylia stood quiet for a moment, her sad eyes seeming to take a minute to study her own features.

"I... just see me.." She replied.

"First of all.. there is nothing just about you, child." Piama said, placing a soft kiss to the top of her daughter's head. "Would you like to know what I see?"

"Mother.. I-"

Piama cut her short with a dismissive wave, smiling before she spoke.

"I see green eyes that could put the ocean to shame, hair as bright and brilliant as an Autumn sunset. Freckles that splatter across your warm skin like the constellations that lead us when we are lost - and these flowers of yours.. the ones that bring you such pain right now? They are only a testament to just how gorgeous you are on the inside. For you see, the reason they brim with such life, has everything to due with the fierce and beautiful soul that resides at the root of them. You are beautiful, Lylia. You have the blood of two, and spirit of three, strong and resilient women flowing inside of you."

Piama placed another soft kiss to the top of her daughter's head, before hugging her tightly from behind.

"Mother... you have to say these things..."

"I certainly do not! Have you learned nothing from Spring Royals? We don't say anything just to appease another. I say these things, my dear child, because they are true. One day, you will be an even more beautiful Queen than your Mama."

Lylia blushed slightly, smiling at her Mother's warm words, returning her embrace for a moment before the door to her bedroom swung abruptly open.

"Ah.. is everything alright in here?" Ruelle's eyes were filled with concern as she peaked her head through the doorway.

"Do you not know how to knock, Ruelle!" Piama exclaimed, giving the Autumn Princess a stern look.

"Well, I do apologize for disturbing two such beautiful women, but Asther was looking for their sister."

As soon as Ruelle said their name, one of the twins came barreling through the doorway quicker than a shadow in the night. The small child's pointed ears and freckles matching that of their sister, while everything else on them was pure Ruelle. Their amber eyes beaming through, as they stared curiously at their sister.

"It is snowing in the Winter Quarter, Lylia! Willow and I are going to have a snow ball fight! And Mama is going to come!" Asther exclaimed, eyes beaming with pure excitement - and a dash of mischievousness.

"I never agreed to such a thing, Asther!" The whiny voice of Piama's younger daughter hollered from the hallway. "And it's Willowyn! Willow is not proper!"

At that moment a young girl ran in to join her twin. She looked the most like the Queen out of the three children, only sharing the eye color and build of that of Ruelle. Piama laughed, for even though she shared no blood with her, Willow was ingrained with every fiber of Piama's spirit. Asther stuck out their tongue at their twin before turning back to Lylia.

"So... will you come with us, dear sister?" They asked her, giving her their most charming smile.

"Well, now how could I deny my dear sibling such a request." Lylia replied with a smile.

Asther cheered as Ruelle led the twins out of the room to wait in the hallway. Piama turned back to her daughter - moving a rogue strand of hair out of her face - which was still flushed - causing the green in her eyes to be even more vibrant than normal. She traced her thumb gently over her daughters face, wishing she knew the words that could help calm all of her worries, but Piama knew that they didn't exist. She smiled warmly at her before speaking.

"Just remember, Lylia of the Spring. You are beautiful. You are strong. You are more than just the words these fools of the world deem to call you! Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mother, and... thank you."

Piama only nodded, wrapping her arm around the shoulders of her eldest child, as they led the twins off, to find the Queen.

#answered #anonymous #lovestruck #women of lovestruck #piama of the spring #ruelle of the autumn #reigning passions mc #piama x mc x ruelle #light angst #fluffy angst #angst #woeful wednesday

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cassandraclare · 5 years

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Not too spoilery, but very long!

fieidofpoppies said: I was hoping to get some clarification about the LGBT situation in TLH’s background.

What exactly is the Clave's position on homosexuality? Alec struggles with people's opinion in 2008, so I guess in 1900ish things are definitely not rosey, but to what extent? We know that being gay is considered a crime in mundane London at the time and I'm guessing that is not the case for the Shadowhunter world, so how seriously is it a problem? What does it/ would it mean for our characters to be out?

Okay, so I’ve gotten a few of this question, leading me to believe it is A Conversation that needs some addressing. It’s a complicated issue so I’m going to try to break it down in parts.

There is no “The Clave’s position on homosexuality” that is unchanging: it has changed, advanced and regressed through history just like you, know, regular human history. :) If you’re asking about the Clave’s position on LGBT Shadowhunters in 1903, we will get to that.

Just because Alec is struggling in 2007 doesn’t mean things were worse for Anna in 1903. The idea that culture moves inevitably forward towards tolerance and progressivism is an oversimplification. We see it assumed all around, so it’s easy to believe it, but actually it’s more of a two steps forward, one step back scenario. There are always periods of cultural progress, marked by periods of cultural regress. If someone had told me when I was a teenager that a woman’s right to choose would be more trammeled and in danger in 2020 America then in 1989 I wouldn’t have believed it; it is, however, the truth. We are in a more regressive period culturally now than we were ten years ago; LGBT rights are more under threat. This isn’t the first time in history this has happened and it won’t be the last: “During the golden years of the Weimar Republic [Germany's government from 1919 to 1933] Berlin was considered an LGBT+ haven, where gays and lesbians achieved an almost dizzying degree of visibility in popular culture” — but by 1934 LGBT+ Germans were being persecuted and eventually would be sent to death camps with Jews, communists, and other “undesirables.”

Alec is living in a time in which a regressive, conservative group that his own parents belonged to nearly toppled the more progressive aspects of the Clave. He already comes from a family in exile, during a time in which progressive and regressive aspects of the Clave are battling each other and the situation with Downworlders is explosive. Four years after Alec comes out, the fascist Cohort rises to power and splits the Clave in half. Nothing like that is happening in 1903: there is a progressive Consul in power, demon attacks are low, there is generally peace with Downworld.

It is reasonable that Alec would have concerns about how the Clave at large might treat him, and also have concerns about family and friends, given his parents’ past. And while Anna and Matthew etc. might have similar concerns about coming out to the whole Clave, which they haven’t, they are not concerned about their particular group of friends, and have mixed concerns about family. (Also, we have plenty of characters who have been just as worried about coming out as Alec was: Charles, Alastair, Ariadne. We don’t yet know Thomas’ attitude. Everyone who doesn’t consider themselves a “Bohemian” isn’t taking this very lightly, and even Matthew isn’t “out” to anyone except his friends. It’s not like the Wentworths know he’s bisexual.)

None of this is to say it was “easy” to be LGBT+ during the early 1900’s. It isn’t easy now. It’s to say that “Well, it sucked across the board then and now it’s great across the board!” isn’t true, and ignores the significance of context in the lives of characters — and people. There’s a great moment in the movie Colette (set in the 1890′s and early 1900′s) that focuses on Mathilde de Morny, Colette’s lover. Mathilde was assigned female at birth (academic scholars are widely divided on whether Mathile was transgender so I’m going to be gender-neutral here.) Mathilde dresses in men’s clothes, and openly romances women, but in this particular moment, Mathilde speaks about the fact that if Mathilde were not rich and titled, it might be a problem. But given Mathilde’s social status and power, and the Bohemian set of people Mathilde spends time with, it’s not. Colette herself also dresses in men’s clothes and is open about her same-sex romances, even kissing Mathilde onstage at the Moulin Rouge.

(Colette and Mathilde, 1907.)

The artist Romaine Brooks wore men’s clothes, even painting herself in them: according to the Smithsonian “By 1905, she had made a name for herself in Paris as a painter of women, some of whom were her lovers. Her most visible and lasting relationship was with the American poet Natalie Barney, who also lived in Paris.” (There’s a reason the characters are often talking about Paris or visiting Paris: being LGBT+ wasn’t illegal in France, and Paris was a gay and lesbian mecca, complete with LGBT+ cafes, high society, celebrities, and so on.)

People like Anna existed in the mundane world in 1903. It’s important to realize; this isn’t something I wrote because I’d have liked it to be true and historically accurate, it is true and historically accurate. It’s also true that even though male homosexuality was illegal in England in 1903, there were plenty of gay men who were out to their friends and community. Lytton Strachey (part of the Bloomsbury Group which included Virginia Woolf) “spoke openly about his homosexuality with his Bloomsbury friends, and had relationships with a variety of men.” Which isn’t to say he spoke openly about it to everyone — just that there have always been spaces within “mainstream” society where it was safe to be queer: Anna and Matthew, by going to the Hell Ruelle, by standing somewhat apart from their contemporaries save those they already trust, are inhabiting those spaces.

Now, if the question becomes: what happens if everyone in the Clave finds out the sexualities of the LGB+ characters in TLH? Well, first, they won’t be arrested; it’s not illegal. But that hardly covers the whole issue. We look at what happened to Oscar Wilde and think, horrors, as well we should — had he not sued the Marquess of Queensberry, though, he probably would have lived out his life with society turning a blind eye to his affairs with men. What happened to him is fucking terrible. Yet even today, there are celebrities who remain in the closet — though their queerness may well be an open secret to their friends, family and colleagues — not because they’re worried about being arrested, but because of the fear of what the damage to their career might be were it publicly known. And how is that so different from the situation Charles finds himself in? He’s pretty clear that if people knew he were gay, he couldn’t be Consul. He wouldn’t get the votes. In the same way, it’s likely that the other LGB+ characters would face societal disapproval and issues with their families. That’s not really about the “Clave’s official position” though, any more than a politician today not wanting to come out is worried about being arrested rather than losing their career. The official position is important, but it’s not the only indicator or generator of societal, systemic bigotry. (” It turns out that one of the worst times to be a homosexual - that is, in terms of being at risk from the law - was in the run-up to and aftermath of the liberalisation of the 1960s [when homosexuality was decriminalized].” )

So if you made it this far: what I’m basically saying is three things: one, that any comparison to Alec has to take into account Alec’s specific family situation, the Uprising, and who the Clave and Inquisitor are in 2007. And that I can’t say what it means for the characters of TLH to be out because it’s going to mean different things, and have different repercussions, for all of them. I can say “They won’t be in trouble with the Law”, which is true, but in terms of their family situations, their personal goals and dreams, and where they are socially, it would be different for each one of them.

And third, that we can’t assume that progress is one inevitable forward march. That things will always be more tolerant, less oppressive, in “the future” simply because it’s the future. While we can believe that “the arc of the moral universe is long, but it bends toward justice” it’s important to remember that rights can be abridged, freedoms taken away, times of tolerance and harmony can end, bigotry and nationalism can rise. To assume progress is inevitable is, I worry, to forget to fight for it. And we can never forget to fight.

[Recommended reading: Strangers: Homosexual Love in the Nineteenth Century, by Graham Robb.]

#the last hours #chain of gold #spoilers #tlh

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kniesyswrld · 3 years

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Can’t Help But Love You• b.marchand

(You can’t help but be absolutely in love with hockey’s most hated rat)

Warning(s): None

You met him through Charlie McAvoy

Song Inspired By: War of Hearts by Ruelle

“Come on, Y/n. Brad really wants to see you, I mean you have ignored all of us for about 2 weeks and I’m not even gonna have that conversation with you right now.” Charlie said, removing the blankets from my body and I groan.

He shook me and I smack his arm, “No I’m going to be alone forever, I might as well start practicing now.” I said to him, “You are not gonna be alone forever.” He said to me and I look at him.

“Go take a shower and turn yourself into the bad bitch you are and I know you’re in love with Brad, so show off a bit for him.” Charlie said and I sighed, “You’re right.” I said and he smiled.

I get out the bed and look for clothes, “When you’re done with your shower, I’ll have some breakfast downstairs for you.” He said to me and I nod, “Thanks.” I said and he nods, before leaving my bedroom.

“Fuck.” I muttered under my breath and thought about just going back under the blanket but I decided against it and grabbed my tiny black dress with some black stilettos.

I wash my body all over, wash my hair, and shave everywhere too because I haven’t shaved in over 2 weeks and it’s gross feeling the hair on me. I hop out the shower and smiled at myself in the mirror but that didn’t help me at all.

“Oh my.” I sighed as I put my panties on and bra, I walked into my room and got my toothbrush. I brushed my teeth quickly before putting on deodorant, slipping my dress and heels on, and then I put on my makeup.

I shook my hair in the towel and it looked crazy, so I brushed through it before I blew dry it. I do loose curls and then sighed as I was finally finished. I walk down the steps and Charlie smiled.

“There’s my best friend I know and love, I hate seeing you so depressed.” He said and I hugged him, “Thanks Charlie.” I said to him, “Yeah, yeah.” He smiled and I chuckled.

He hands me some breakfast and I down it quickly before grabbing my water and drinking some of it, I grab my purse and spray some perfume on myself before looking at Charlie.

“Ready?” I asked him, “Yes ma’am.” He said and got up from my couch and walked out the door with me right behind him.

We jam out to Drake, Ariana Grande, and Billie Eilish during the car ride to the team get together. We were gonna be there until the night time because it was more of a celebration.

“We’re here, Y/n.” He said, he almost unbuckled his seat belt but I stop him. “Are they mad at me for ignoring them?” I asked him, “No they are just worried for you.” He said and I nod.

I moved my hand and I unbuckled my seat belt too, he helps me out the car and we made our way to the venue. “Hey Charlie.” The desk lady waved and she smiled at me, “Hey Louis.” He said and then we walk into some ball room.

“After you, ma’am.” He bowed and I chuckled at him, I walk in and Brads eyes connect with mine. “Y/n.” I saw him whisper, he walked over to me and Charlie touched my shoulder. “I’ll be over there.” He said and walked off.

Brad got to me and smiled, “You made it, I’m glad.” He said to me. “I’m glad I’m here too, I hate being sad.” I said to him, “Why were you so upset that you couldn’t answer us? We thought you died, you weren’t opening your door or answering us or your family.” He said.

“I’m gonna be alone forever.” I said to him, he laughed a bit and I smacked his shoulder. “You made everyone scared that you died but in reality you were sad you were gonna be alone?” He asked, “Yes, I just said that.” I said.

He smiled at me, “Your not gonna be alone forever, you’ll find a good man someday, who knows you may marry Charlie.” He said, “No he’s my best friend, not marrying type.” I said.

“Oh.” He just said and I nod, he grabbed my hand and walks me over to the rest of the team. “Y/n!” They all shout and hugged me tightly, “Hi guys.” I managed to get out since they were crushing me.

They all gave me kisses everywhere but my lips and I laughed, “Get off me you big babies.” I said and push them off of me. Brad wrapped his arm around my waist and I blushed a bit, I hate myself for loving him.

“Later we can all drink and dance.” Brad said and I laughed, “Hopefully my body doesn’t collapse on me.” I said to him and he nods, “If it does, I’ll help you.” He winked at me.

I rolled my eyes then laughed, “Is anyone from other teams coming?” I asked him. “No. This is a team celebration.” He said and I nod, “Charlie did say that to me literally 10 minutes ago.” I said to him.

“Well your brain is small.” He smirked and I push him with my hip, “Asshole.” I said to him and he smirks at me. “You love it, you love me.” He said to me, “No.” I said and he chuckled.

It is now 8pm

The staff brought out all the liquor and big speakers, they began playing loud clubbing music that was mainly as just old school jams. “Here you go, m’lady.” Brad said and hands me a shot.

“Thanks.” I said to him, “Did you poison it?” I asked him, “Yep.” He smirks and I chuckled at him. “Come over here and sit closer, Y/n. I don’t bite, not that hard at least.” He said to me.

I sat closer and he placed his hand on my knee as we sat, drank, and talked. We were now kind of drunk and he stands up, “Come dance with me, baby.” He said to me.

“Ok.” I said with a giggle, “She hit the floor, next think you know shawty got low, low, low, low.” Brad sang as I backed it up on him, “That’s my bitch.” He said as he smacked my ass.

We grind together and his hand stays on my ass the whole time, I swayed my hips to the beat and he came up to me even closer. His hands drop from my ass and slide up to my waist.

“Damn.” He said in my ear and kissed my neck, Charlie looked over at me and smiled. “Fuck Y/n, you are so sexy.” He said and I turn around so we’re facing each other.

I grab the side of his face and kiss him, “Mmm fuck.” He said against my lips and I moan against his lips too. “I love you so much, Y/n.” He said as we pulled away.

“I love you too, Brad.” I replied to him, “Is that the alcohol talking or are you serious?” He asked me, “I’m being serious, but I could ask you the same thing.” I told him.

He smiled, “I’m being serious.” He said and I nod, “So...” I said and he laughed. “Do you want to be my girlfriend?” He asked me, “Yes.” I smiled and hug him tightly.

“You are gorgeous.” He said and kissed the top of my head, “Let’s go get some fries and go on the beach to watch the waves and talk.” He suggests, “Ooh who knew Brad Marchand was such a romantic?” I smirk and he chuckled.

His hand wrapped around my waist and we go to pick up some fries before leaving and going to the beach.

#nhl fanfiction #nhl imagine #hockey imagine #hockey smut #nhl smut #nhl #hockey #brad marchand #brad marchand smut #boston bruins

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vixensheart · 3 years

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I uh, may have started a playlist for my fic? So here it is ^^; @singingcookie definitely inspired this to be created by constantly throwing songs at me because she’s amazing like that. Here’s all the songs and their related scenes/why they’re on the list:

Explode by Written By Wolves: Chapter one. This song represents Katsuki’s determination to get the job and rise from the ashes, so to speak.

Starlight by Written By Wolves: Chapter two. The line “this is right now” resonated with me a lot for this one-- it fits the mood of Katsuki trying to get into the groove of his new normal.

Demons by Written By Wolves: Chapter three, especially the last scene. It also kind of speaks to the general theme of Katsuki fighting his inner demons and feelings of inadequacy, but I feel like the mood of then song especially fits the beginning of the fic.

Oxygen by Written By Wolves: This song hooked me for Katsuki’s backstory and goes hand-in-hand with Demons. I like it here because chapter four is the big reveal of him being a chemist, originally, so it’s also a little clever with the song name, lol.

Lights by Written By Wolves: This song also goes along with Oxygen, lol, as backstory thematics. I think it fits the vibe of the flashbacks in chapter five, too, so that’s why it’s here.

Believer by Imagine Dragons: This is a very bombastic, fired up song and it fits the mood of Katsuki’s determination going into chapter seven. He believes he can conquer the encounter, but he ends up having his walls start to crumble in the end because of Kirishima picking him up. ;)

Elastic Heart (Cover) by Written By Wolves: The rock version is the one I have, because the overall mood of the song better fits Katsuki. Okay so originally I said this was chapter 8 but I lied, this is ending out chapter seven and going into chapter 8, following the feelings and introspection there.

Kissaphobic by Make Out Monday: I stumbled on this song in my recommended songs and it’s??? Perfect??? For chapter eight, especially the end sequence. The longing, here-- matches how Katsuki wants but is afraid.

Lover Is a Day by Cuco: There’s an ache to this song that fits the mood of chapter nine. Plus, the many of the words match up with Katsuki’s emotional turmoil of his budding feelings.

When He Sees Me from Waitress (original broadway recording): Listen, the lyrics from this song perfectly fits Katsuki’s reluctance to let Kirishima in. And I think it’s perfect for the shift in mood after chapter nine, when they finally become friends and suddenly feelings are harder to ignore.

Out of the Woods by Taylor Swift: Between chapter ten and eleven there’s these moments where Katsuki is dealing with his past-- nightmares, seeing his ex again. So this song kind of speaks to the internal struggle a bit of him asking himself “are we out of the woods yet” so to speak.

Love Like You by Rebecca Sugar: There’s many reasons I love this song, and most of them are because it can apply to literally anyone lmao. But I do think it very much applies to Katsuki and how he wonders how Kirishima could ever care about him, and it fits lots of the themes of the overall story. But I think it fits well here, specifically, because of the tender moments in chapter eleven as Katsuki deals with how he feels almost broken from his past.

Love Me Like You Do by Ellie Goulding: This song is specifically for the scene in chapter twelve, when Katsuki is over at Kirishima’s and there’s just heart eyes all over the place between them.

Surrender by Natalie Taylor: I had been scouring the world for a song that fits the ending of chapter fourteen AND THIS IS IT Y’ALL. The softness, the “whenever you’re ready”,,, fits the vibe so hard.

Emperor’s New Clothes by Panic! At the Disco: I had a different song here, but ultimately I decided on this one because for starters, the themes of hell and demons of the music video fits so well with the imagery I use for Mitsuki, lol. But also the lyrics “taking back the crown” are a lot like Katsuki trying to take back his reputation and the overall mood of the song just matches the dinner scene so well in chapter fifteen, lol.

Listen to Your Heart by DHT, Emdee: Cookie says this song fits the bar scene in chapter sixteen and honestly she is correct. Lol it very much fits the mood as Katsuki flees, terrified of his own feelings.

Driver’s License by Olivia Rodrigo: This song very much represents the heartbreak Katsuki went through. The lyrics themselves don’t matter quite as much as the emotions the song provides lol. Though parts of the song match like a glove. It’s here for chapter sixteen, when we meet the Ex. ;3

Cloud 9 by Beach Bunny: Chapter seventeen, all the way. This song matches the more upbeat feel of the chapter and the strong budding love Katsuki’s feeling for Kirishima. UwU

Overwhelmed by Royal and the Serpent: Chapter eighteen. The lyrics themselves aren’t what draw me in to this song so much as the overall mood and themes of anxiety, which I feel match the pace of Katsuki’s own anxiety as it rises in intensity leading up to meeting with Mitsuki again.

Cuz I Love You by Lizzo: The lyrics of this song are perfect for this fic, and the scene it’s for is yet to be written lol but OH WELL. It’s on here pre-emptively. It’s big and dramatic and full of feeling.

War of Hearts by Ruelle: Listen. This is also on here pre-emptively. Take of that what you will X,D

I’ll continue to update this as I find more songs for the playlist, haha. There’s definitely scenes I’d love to have represented musically, if possible. If anyone has recc’s, feel free to shoot them my way!

#kiribaku #bnha #my hero academia #bakukiri #bakugou katsuki #kirishima eijirou #playlist #my writing

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chvtcxsangria · 4 years

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“I’m no longer a daughter, no longer a girl with dreams and no longer with hope. I’m a WEAPON.”

(ELIZABETH OLSEN, 345, SHE/HER) We have been waiting for a while, but ALINA ERIKKSON was finally spotted in the village today. People heard whispers that they are a HERETIC that is hellbent on FIXING the veils. Will they succeed? Only time can tell. Until then we will keep a close eye on them as they listen to CONTROL BY HALSEY.

trigger warnings;; torture, death,

P L A Y L I S T

our solemn hour by within temptation X madness by ruelle X paint in black (cover) by hidden citizens X trip the darkness by lacuna coil X again by flyleaf X fly on the wall by thousand foot krutch X creeping in my soul by cryoshell X ashes in the wind by straight line stitch X lovely (cover) by lauren babic X can anybody hear me by adona X when it’s all over by raign

“Do you remember the sweet innocent girl? The one you thought will be so easily manipulated? The one you thought won’t fight back? Yeah, me neither.”

Alina Erikkson was born in the year of 1667 on Ole’ Hallows Eve and was brought into this cruel, cruel world as an orphan. Her father had died months earlier due to a mysterious illness and her mother? She died shortly before her daughter was brought into the world.

Evelyn Wilson was found in the woods, laying in the middle of an altar with the village’s Priest found her in the knick of time. He saw she was already gone but her swollen stomach still had movement in it and he acted. Saying a quick prayer to God, the Priest took his hunting blade to the woman’s stomach and cut into the flesh - moments later the screeching cry of a newborn baby filled the cold fall air.

Distraught over how the baby was brought into the world, the Priest’s wife begged him to allow them to keep the child for themselves since God had yet to bless them with any of their own. Eventually though .... the family did. At the age of four Alina became a big sister to twins William and Winnifred.

For a short time things were good with the family but when Alina reached the age of nine is when things started to get weird around her and not long after caused her to be withdrawn from the family. She found solace in the church of the attic her Father preached at. It was safe and quiet -- away from civilians.

Keeping herself at a distance and staying away from the mundane did great for Alina. There was no more accidents and she thanked God for that.

Fast forward to Alina recently turning twenty six years old and yes, she still hid away in the church attic and kept her distance from mostly everyone. When it got night time she would venture off to the hospital and attend to the sick patients there, usually the ones who are doomed and left to die ALONE. Alina kept them company until death came for them.

The last patient Alina attended too was dying of a mysterious illness. She had fever, chills and could not stop coughing up blood. Of course she kept her distance from the woman in fear of infection, but it never stopped her for putting flowers in the dying crone’s room. On her last night of life the old woman lifted her arm from the bed and gripped onto Alina tight. She doesn’t know what happened but instantly she felt powerful and before Alina could say anything to the woman or ask her what just happened, the old crone mustered up a ‘thank you’ before passing away.

After that Alina quickly left the place and acted fast in disposing the clothes she wore and bathed in the village’s river. The entire time she just kept replaying that moment in her. Desperate and becoming afraid of what happened, she ran to her family’s home after putting on some clothes.

When arriving to her family home, Alina found no one there but her sister Winnifred. The favorite daughter -- everyone’s little ray of sunshine and the one person who didn’t make Alina feel weird when talking about anything that is not mundane.

Though this time .... this conversation was different to Alina. When explaining to her sister of what happened, Winnifred became afraid -- very afraid and asked Alina to go back to her hole and stay there. Hurt by her words and even more so when Winnifred began to shove her out of the house something else happened.

When Alina grabbed a hold of Winnifred, something happened just like at the hospital but instead of a thank you from a dying crone this time it was Winnifred screaming in pain. She almost felt like she was sucking the life out of Winnifred and when Alina let go -- it was too late.

Their Father had came home to find Winnifred on the floor, nothing like her old bright self but was a shell of it and just kept muttering Alina’s name. Becoming officially fearful of his adoptive daughter he lead a manhunt against her and by dawn Alina found herself doomed to hang come sunrise of the next day,

As she laid in her dark cell and awaited for them to come and bring her to Death, Alina dreamt about a particular man she had come to recently meeting. He was tall and mysterious, a man who seemed particularly interested in her and her gifts. His name? Leo Ryan and unknown to her this man was an ORIGINAL VAMPIRE.

The Original became drawn to Alina and the nature of how she kept to herself all while ignoring the whispers of the village people. Something in her gut told the witch to trust him and she did. Prior to running to her family’s home after the death of the crone, Alina ran to him completely scared she could’ve caught the plague. Even though she kept mostly to herself she wasn’t ready to die -- not yet.

Realizing he had fell for the siphoner, Leo gave the woman some wine laced with his blood before Alina ran off to her family’s home before he himself left to attend to something that caught his attention. Of course before they went their separate ways, Alina promised to meet him in two days time.

Due to this and unaware of what was in her system, Alina screamed and tried to run when being dragged to the noose. ‘Please, I won’t touch anyone ever again!’, ‘I didn’t mean too, forgive me!’ They all ignored her and the cries only gotten worse as the rope hanged around her neck.

She stood there as the Mayor listed her crimes and many of the villagers began to whisper, saying she deserves a more cruel death than the rope. Some of them were saying she should be burned for she was a slave to the Devil himself. When asked if she had any last words, Alina knew this was the end and she looked to the villagers before settling her eyes on her so called FAMILY.

As she kept her eyes on them, Alina felt something build up in her and it was familiar to her. It was the same energy she felt course through her after touching the crone and Winnifred. The executioner asked her once more for she knew it was pointless to beg for her life. What life did she even really live anyways? Some words that Leo had said to her came to mind, telling her to embrace the energy she felt within her and to not deny it or eventually it will take control of her. “You want a witch? FINE.” If she was going to die, why not leave them all scarred and tarnish the family name?

‘Burn her!’ some of the villagers finally spoke up and chanted it. Alina closed her eyes and thought hard on the fire, on how the flames felt, the way they danced in the fire pit her family owned. Screams became heard before her which made the woman open her eyes to see a fire erupted all around her. After that everything went black to the woman.

Her first memory when waking up was standing in a burnt field and had no piece of fabric on her. The only thing she had on her was the soot smeared across her body and her throat burned, desperately begging her body to drink something. What Alina didn’t realize at the time was she was reborn as a vampire (she later on learned she was a heretic). Stumbling through the field she eventually made it to the village with no memory of who she was and became disgusted seeing bodies all over the small town. Throats ripped out among other things.

As she navigated through the bodies Alina managed to find a simple dress to wear and wondered what happened to everyone. Her answer soon came when she caught someone running at the corner of her eyes and with her newfound speed Alina suddenly found herself at the source of the sobs. It was a man in his early twenties: it was William.

William stared at her and it was like seeing a ghost with Alina before him. He was completely scared and kept his distance from the woman. “Your ... your suppose to be dead, Alina! How are you alive?” This was how she learned over her name. Remaining quiet, the newborn tilted her head and before she could say anything -- something caught her attention. Well really it was what her ears picked up and the sound of it made her throat burn more. “Shh ... it’s okay.” Those words randomly came out of her as she walked closer to him and without realizing her Alina found herself tackling the man and ripping into his throat. His blood is what called to her and when she was done, the newborn wanted MORE.

This was the start of something darker in Alina and over the years she became labeled as a Ripper. She enjoyed the art of killing those all around her with a pulse and my red was such a damn good color on her. Eventually though the blood she spilled came back to haunt her, causing the woman to turn her humanity back on and face the music. As a way to pay for her penance and to right the wrongs she’s done over the centuries, Alina eventually went into med school and found her calling in Trauma Surgery. She loved the thrill of helping those and having to make quick decisions. I mean she made quick ones in killing people, so why not in saving them?

Hearing about Wildemount and the residents there, Alina decided to move to the town and be around others such as herself. She never really met anyone else like her but has heard stories she wasn’t the only heretic. The woman wanted to start to embrace her witch side and not fear it like she has all these centuries.

Headcanons;;

Throughout her time on Earth, Alina came to fall in love with many different cultures and can speak several languages.

She is a major travel bug and claims to be bitten with wanderlust.

Alina might not look it, but she is a big nerd when it comes to superheroes and is a huge fan of horror movies and murder documentaries.

She also has a degree in Forensics and is just a nerd for anatomy and mysteries.

Wanted Connections;; friends, enemies, mentor in magic, someone from her ripper days. Anything tbh, if you think Alina will fit it then hmu and we can def plot something out!

#alina about ; she’s the type of flower that can still grow after a forest fire.#veils:intro #// one million years later in posting this skdjfhdf #//woow i feel like this might be trash

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