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sssigil · 1 year

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summary: In which you're in your head to much about this relationship with Ethan but he brings you back to reality and makes you realize your nothing but perfect for him and only him.

(as requested)

warnings: fluff fluff fluff so much fluff, Angst, you're really hard yourself, but you guys are so gushy and so in love, Ethan makes you feel better, use of marijuana, use of alcohol, that's it.

You were never the first choice in anything or for anyone. You never liked being an extrovert, if no one ever spoke to you well then you never spoke at all. You loath that about yourself, it was one of your many flaws and you hated it.

Growing up yes you did have many friends, but entering middle school and high school well those "friends" just faded away. Apart from having zero friends, no one ever asked you out on a date. You'd say "well that's stupid who cares if they even liked you romantically" well yea but you know it hurts, it kinda makes you think you aren't worthy for that sorts of stuff. No one ever gave you the option so why pursue it you know.

So when you finally made it to your first year of NYU dating was the last thing you wanted to do. No way were you gonna waste time on some guy or girl who would probably just end up leaving you for someone ten times better. Yea fuck that... but, but you met Tara and through Tara you also met her sister Sam, Chad and Mindy, the core four. That's what they called themselves, it's kinda cute you know, their friendship seemed so pure and warm it made you envious to what they had. But they welcomed you, they introduced you into the friendship and it brought some joy back into your life. You finally felt welcome into a group of people who did not judge or pressure you, you felt safe and sound with them.

Having met them well you met two others. Anika, she was the most charismatic and cutest girl you had ever met. She always made you feel at peace, you appreciated that, you appreciated her. She knows you do, you guys have a connection, not as strong as her and her girlfriend Mindy but something like it.

Ethan was the other person. He's Chads roommate it only made sense why he was in this friend group. Ethan was sweet, he's sweetest boy you've ever met. He is tall, muscular, has the prettiest soft curls and the biggest doe eyes. His voice is soft and soothing always speaking in a soft tone for everyone. Mainly for you but you never noticed, everyone around you did though.

He made you feel the things you know, the butterflies, you HATED it but you also secretly loved it. Every time he spoke to you looking down at you asking if you needed help carrying your books, your bag, your drink EVEN YOUR PHONE, it made you turn a shade of red always telling him "I'm fine, thanks Ethan" smiling up at him almost giggling. I mean no one had given you this kind of attention growing up, no one looked at you the way Ethan did. So you never worked towards that type of relationship with him, but he did.

When he finally got the courage to ask you in front of your guys friend group, you kinda hesitated which made him worry. Did you not feel that way? Did he take your signs wrong? Did he just ruin this connection you both had? A bunch of questions spiraled in his head and the same thing was happening in yours.

What if this is some kind of sick joke. No ones ever felt this way about you. Why would he? He's the perfect, kind and sweet boy who can get with anyone in this city. Why you. Why would he want to get with someone like me. You kept degrading yourself, you felt yourself shake your head lightly, not even looking at him anymore. You were looking at the concrete below you, looking at the little pebbles of tiny rocks that manage to sink into it. You wished you could sink into it. Then you heard your name being called by him, his hands lifting up from his sides, he was holding your face. He was making you come back to reality, he was making you forget these dreadful thoughts.

"You okay? I'm sorry I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable" he spoke softly. Searching your eyes for any sign of rejection and denial and he did see something but he could see that your eyes had softened once you made contact with his brown ones. "Yes" you said smiling and it made him smile. "Yes Ethan i'll be your girlfriend" and he couldn't help himself, he picked you up by the waist, strong arms enveloping around you lifting you off the ground. You squeaked at his actions not really expecting this but still enjoying it. He was one of the best things to happen in your life, but you still had insecurities he doesn't have to know that and you didn't want to worry about it. So you went on with your life with him.

It had been a two months since that happened, you felt at peace with him. Life had never felt so good, you are happy very very happy and so was Ethan. He loved being with you, he loving touching you, he loved being close to you, he loved everything about you. Of course you haven't said it, mainly because it's too early in the relationship you know the L word but he knew he felt it with you.

Now you guys are heading to that halloween frat party with your friend group. You guys were hand in hand giggling and smiling at each other like the lovesick couple you are admiring the costumes you had chosen. You both decided to dress up for this party since everyone else around you was. You and Ethan were going as Padmé Amidala and Anakin Skywalker, I know so corny but come on there love was so beautiful and innocent and strong! It reminded you both of the love you two have, aside for the dying at childbirth and Anakin becoming a Sith Lord, killing younglings and planing to take over the whole galaxy. THEY DESERVED A BETTER ENDING. Aside from that your costumes fit so well with you both and you had gotten so many complements so its a win.

"you guys are so cute its making me gag" Anika spoke jokingly from in front making very loud gagging noises. "true! but not as cute as us babe" Mindy spoke kissing Anika on her cheek, both turning there attention back to Tara and Chad.

"okay but who would have thought going as padmé and ani would gonna get us this much attention" you spoke to your boyfriend excitedly, "come on baby we look good, look at us no LOOK AT YOU! if that blaster was real I'd let you shoot me" he spoke in a serious but joking tone at the end "Ethan?!! I would never shoot you" you spoke in a mad but also joking tone "but cheat on me and see what happens" you spoke "bunny? I would never do that to you. I'd rather feel your wrath then cause such pain to you" he spoke serious now. "m' sorry didn't mean it" now feeling bad at what you had just said to him, you never wanted to hurt him, ever.

After a couple seconds of silence the conversation went back to its happy and sweet tone. Just you two gushing and babbling the cheesiest things ever. And finally you guys were at the party, not your type of scene but since you boyfriend was there it really didn't matter.

You both had slithered you way to the drinks, beer for you and coke for Ethan of course. You made your way to the couches Ethan sitting first and you placing yourself on his lap, back against his but moving yourself to face him a little. "Want some of my beer? promise it won't taste bad" you tell him shaking the red cup in front of him. "No thanks babe coke is pretty yummy for me" he spoke taking a sip of his coke humming happily. "Don't drink too much princess, don't want that pretty little head of yours hurting tomorrow" Ethan said placing his coke on your lap and using that hand to rub the side of your thigh soothingly "No promises" you giggled loudly scrunching your nose at him

"hello my favorite love birds, how are we doing" Mindy exclaimed now sitting to the left of you and Ethan, Anika following behind plopping beside Mindy smiling at both of you. "We're okay" you said dragging the 'y' "wait you have week right?!" you questioned Mindy excitedly "Yes I do" she said pulling the rolled joint from her pocket and asking Anika to light it for her as she placed it in between her lips, inhaling the smoke and finally letting it leave her throat. "fuck that's good" Mindy sighs happily "My turn my turn" you said repeating her actions but inhaling a little longer than her.

"Hey bunny be careful don't choke" your boyfriend said, you turn to look at him motioning him to slightly open his mouth for you, blowing the smoke into his mouth while keeping eye contact with him. "You know I don't" you whisper seductively at him making him almost choke on the smoke that was now in his mouth. You both laugh at that comment making sure to not drop the joint that was in between your index and middle finger.

You take more hits making sure to pass it to Mindy and Anika making sure you don't finish it all by yourself. See as much as you loved being in this state of euphoria you also hated it. You felt everything ten times more. You were now sitting beside Mindy, Ethan had gone to get another coke while you and your two friends finished the smoke sesh. Your eyes had been scanning the living room trying to look for your boyfriend, you just couldn't find him and it had been while since he had left. So you got up, making sure to tell Mindy but she wasn't really paying attention, she was too busy making out with Anika.

"ETHAN" you called out through the loud music blasting in your ears. Head turning left and right, eyes scanning every room you stumble yourself through. You finally find him, he was at the kitchen laughing, god he looked so cute laughing. His eyes were slightly closed, his nose was scrunched up, his shoulder shook lightly and his hair curls bounced lightly. You stood there admiring him but then you noticed, he was laughing with a girl. A very pretty girl in a robe, a gryffindor robe, she had the Harry Potter glasses and the lighting bolt was placed on the right side of her forehead. She was effortlessly pretty.

She looked pretty beside your boyfriend, they looked like an actual couple, they looked like they made sense, this hurt you. You just stood there, watching as she made your boyfriend laugh. She reached her hand out to point out how he was dressed as Anakin, caressing the material of the robe that laid on his biceps complementing him, she was flirting. Ethan just laughed thanking her and also complementing her Harry Potter costume. It made your mind spiral to those thoughts you had when he had first asked you to be his girlfriend.

Here you were, standing by the door of the room he was in, tears filling your eyes as your tried to blink them away. Breath hitching as more and more of these negative thoughts started to get to you. Walking out the room passing Mindy and Anika who were shocked and confused on why you walked out the house with tears in your eyes.

"Hey, hey, what happened? what's wrong?'' you could hear the worry in Anika's voice as she asked you. "Where's Ethan?" Mindy asked looking around trying to find him then looked back at you, you now sat on the cold concrete admiring it just like you had done before. "It's okay. Im just over exaggerating. I'm okay I swear, please go back inside and enjoy the party" you said to them wiping the tears the had flown down your soft cheeks, trying to smile for them to encourage them inside the house. You just wanted to be alone.

They insisted on staying but they could tell you wanted to be alone, they respected that but still worried for you, so they went looking for Ethan. When they finally found him he had such a panic look on his face. He couldn't find you anywhere and he didn't like that, he needed to see you, he needed to be with you. "Hey guys where's is she?" He said your name looking behind Mindy and Anika thinking he'd find you trailing behind them. "She's outside at the front, please go talk to her, somethings wrong, we worry for her" your friends obligated him.

And he did just that. He ran out the house, he never wanted to see you the way he did. You sat on the ground head pointed towards the ground, tears now leaving your eyes in water falls. Eyes red and so was your cheeks but not because of the weed but because on how much you had been crying, he hated seeing you like this.

"Hey angel face what's wrong" he cooed at you reaching out to hold your face but you flinched from his touch and that struck pain into his chest. "Speak to me baby" he encouraged you trying to coax anything from you to know why you are feeling this way. "why do you want to be with me?" you questioned him looking into his eyes trying to search for a answer.

"Because I only want to be with you, I need you in order to feel as if I finally have something good in my life. You are the most beautiful being to exist in this whole entire galaxy. I would be nothing with out you" he spoke in the warmest and sincerest voice, he was crouched down in front of you forehead almost touching yours. You looked at his big brown eyes thinking you'd only see how he was speaking lies but you only saw comfort in them. "You saw me with that girl didn't you?" now realizing why you felt this way. You nod your head looking back down to the ground.

"Oh baby" now leaving small kisses on your lips tasting the salty tears that ran down your lips "Yea I didn't notice how she was flirting with me baby I'm sorry, I thought she was being nice but once I noticed her intentions I told her I already had my beautiful amazing girlfriend" smiling at you still leaving soft wet kisses on your cheeks. "really?" you spoke softly looking at him again tilting your head really enjoying the kisses he was leaving on your face. "Yes angel face, its always you"

"its just" you spoke but you didn't finish the sentence "I know baby, we all feel insecure, but never can ever replace you. I love you" Ethan said not realizing his last words "You. You love me?" you said surprised at his words but also felt the heat in your face rise "I do angel face, I Love You" he exclaimed loudly picking you up once again just like that very first time. "I love you too Ethan, more than anyone in this galaxy" you giggled, tears no longer dripping from your eyes.

You kissed him as if it was the last kiss you both were gonna share. It was soft and slow, you took in each others taste and you loved every second go it. You let go of his lips finally trying to catch your breath from all the kissing. Feet now planted to the ground. "you know we both really took in that role of ani and padme" you said giggling making Ethan laugh with you. "I mean I would destroy the whole galaxy in order to save you"your boyfriend said proudly making you giggle louder.

"you're so pretty" you told Ethan running your fingers through his soft brown curls, it made him blush at your words "you're really pretty too bunny, the prettiest" kissing you once again.

"lets go back to my dorm angel" Ethan spoke wiggling his eye brows implying what he wanted to do "ETHAN! don't say that out loud" you yelled his name hitting his chest playfully. "Okay lets go" you said running away from him and towards his dorms, he chased you not so far behind.

You guys are so in love and nothing could ever change that.

#ethan landry x reader #ethan landry imagine #scream 6 #scream movie

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sxxythingz · 11 months

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Ao’nung (22) x Fem!Metkayina reader (21)

Warnings: smut, p n v, Ao’nung being a tease, oral (f receiving), dacryphilia (arousal from tears or crying), denial of orgasm (just a smidge)

Summary: You and Ao’nung have been broken up for 2 months, but that didn’t stop you from watching his every movement, missing him endlessly. One day, he catches you watching him like he normally does but this time when he confronts you, you finally tell your true feelings, leading to something else… 👀

WC: 3.2K

🛑MDNI🛑

You crouch behind a large rock, eyes focused on Ao’nung and the girl that he’s talking to as she laughs at whatever jokes he’s making. “Look at her. She’s not even that cute and I’m more than sure the joke wasn’t even that funny!” You whisper to yourself as you revert your eyes to the next movement that she makes. She reaches her hand out to stroke the strong muscles on his arms as he leans against a tree, propping one of his legs up on it.

“Wha- I know that she did not just touch him. That bitch!” Your voice echoes across the beach and you come to the realization that you’re too loud a little too late. Ao’nung’s eyes immediately follow your voice, spotting the top of your head and eyes peeking over the rock as you try to crouch down even lower in a weak attempt to not be seen, but it’s too late.

You stay in your crouched position for a few seconds before attempting to peek up to spy on them once again, but this time they’re nowhere to be found. Your eyes scan the beach area, looking for either one of them in confusion until you hear a voice from behind you.

“Looking for someone?” Ao’nung’s voice startles you as you gasp, quickly turning around to face him. “Ao’nung! W- No, I wasn’t looking for anyone. I-I was just checking out the waves before I decided to get in the water. Turns out the waves are perfect, which is ironic of you to show up. Care for a swim?” You nervously chuckle as you stand up, placing your hands on your hips with an unsteady smile.

He doesn’t say anything back, but instead reaches for your arm to firmly grasp it in his hand as he begins to walk away from the spot that you’re in. Anger taking over his face as he huffs loudly at your antics that he’s far used to by now. He roughly drags you along as you try to pull back from him, but his grip gets tighter with every pull from you.

“Ow! Ao’nung, stop being so rough. You’re hurting me!” You squeal out in pain trying to remove your arm from his grip, but it’s as if you said nothing because he proceeds to walk with his grip getting tighter so that you don’t escape. He corners you in front of his marui, letting go of your arm and standing in front of you with his arms crossed.

“I thought I told you to leave me the fuck alone. I have no idea why I thought that would work.” He rolls his eyes as you scoff. “Ok first of all, I already told you what I was doing. I was simply.. checking out the waves.” You lie once again as you fold your arms over your chest, fake confidence coating your throat. “From behind a rock Y/n? You were checking out the waves from behind a rock?” His eyes tell you that he knows you’re lying but yet, you still continue to lie.

“Y-Yes. You wouldn’t believe how peaceful it is to look from that angle compared to standing right in front of the ocean. Don’t act like you've never done it.” You defect the question on him and he squints his eyes at you.

“What? I’ve never- Ok, you know what, that’s it. This is the fourth time since we’ve broken up that I’ve caught you “looking at the waves” from behind a rock that just so happens to conveniently be where I’m standing. I’m moving on and you should too Y/n.” He says before attempting to walk off, but you grab his arm making him look back at you.

“No, ok I admit. I was looking at you and her, also I have been spying on you but it’s all for a good reason I promise.” You finally admit the truth, actually being too truthful as he huffs before turning back around to face you. “And what’s the “good reason” that your crazy ass could’ve possibly came up with for stalking me?” He asks you as he folds his arms over his chest, looking into your eyes.

“I-I miss you Ao’nung, ok? I miss us, I miss being with you, I miss touching you. I miss the way you used to touch me, the way that you would kiss me and love me. Especially the way that you would fuck me all night long. And I know you miss it too.” Your fingers tread up and down his toned abs, sending tingles down his spine as he sucks his stomach in with a deep breath. You knew that this would always turn him on and nothing has changed in the two months that you guys have broken up.

“See? T-This is why we broke up.” He pries your hand away from him, plopping it by your side and backing up quickly. “If you weren’t so crazy, possessive, and always accusing me of cheating on you, I could still do all of those things to you. You’re too much for me, Y/n and you’ve got to stop this shit. You’re acting crazy and I’m starting to believe that it’s not just an act anymore.” He says to you, making your ears retract as you deeply inhale at his harsh words.

“Come on Ao’nung. I’ll do anything, I’m begging. I just can’t be without you anymore, please.” You grab his arm once again, but this time he smirks at your words. “Anything?” You gulp as you slowly let go of his arm, his attention completely focused on you now as you nod your head.

“Get on your knees.”

You give him a confused look as you look around before speaking. “Ao’nung. We’re outside, as in out in the public where anybody could walk by.” You protest but he rolls his eyes at you. “Ok. I guess you don’t want to work it out, that’s fine with me so I’ll just go.” He begins to walk off again, but you interrupt him. “I’ll do it!” You get down on your knees, looking down at the sand beneath you while your heart races before looking back up to see him walking back towards you with a smug grin on his face.

“Good girl. You really want me back? Beg.” You blink at him blankly, not sure of why he’s doing this but you’re so desperate that you’ll do anything to get him back. “Please take me back Ao’nung. I want nothing more tha-“ He interrupts your advances to win him back with a chuckle, making your cheeks heat up in embarrassment.

“No, I didn’t mean for you to beg me to take you back.” He steps a little closer to you, reaching his hand down to your lips, pulling your bottom lip down with his thumb as he smirks. “I meant beg for my dick, and I might give it to you.” You feel in between your legs heating up as you flutter your eyes at his statement.

“Please fuck me Ao’nung. Fuck me until I can’t take anymore, until I walk. I want you to fuck me the way that you used to, make me cry. I need you Ao’nung.” You plead for him, to feel him inside of you even if it’s just one more time as you watch his confident smile light his face up.

“Take what’s yours.”

That was all you needed to hear before you jumped to your feet, attacking his lips with yours and wrapping your arms around his neck. Although you’ve kissed him more times than you can count, this feels as if it’s your first kiss with him. Butterflies flopping in your stomach, feeling like bolts of lightning as he places his hands on your waist to pull you body to body with him.

The kiss on its own told you that he missed you just as much as you missed him, he was just damn good at hiding it… almost too good. He bites your bottom lip, gently tugging at it as he smiles, moving his hands to your ass as he roughly grabs it. He slips his tongue into your mouth, oh how you missed his taste, the feeling of his tongue everywhere on you.

Your tongue fights for power over his, but he wins before pulling away from the kiss leaving you yearning for more as you try to pull him back towards you but he chuckles. “You really missed me huh?” He asks you as he gives you a smack on your ass, making you moan. You reach your hand that’s already around his neck up to the root of his curly hair, yanking it to the side to force his head to go in the same direction as he hisses.

“Seems like you missed me just the same.” You whisper to him, licking a long strip up his neck making him shiver. “M-Maybe I did, maybe I didn’t. I’m not going to tell you even if I did.” You take a pause from nipping at the skin on his neck to bat your eyes at him with a smirk on your face. “Don’t tell me. How about you show me instead?”

He glares into your eyes before groaning loudly, you always knew just how to rile him up the right way. He would never admit it, but nobody could make him feel the way that you make him feel and he missed the feeling that you would give him. He crashes his lips back into yours, placing his hands on the back of your thighs and patting, signaling for you to jump and wrap your legs around his waist. You happily oblige, quickly wrapping your long legs around his waist for him to carry you into his marui and lie you on the mat that he sleeps on.

He doesn’t give you anytime to comfortably adjust to your position before he impatiently rips your loincloth from your hips, tossing it behind him to reveal your soaking core. “Don’t quote me but, I’d say you actually did miss me.” You smirk as he spreads your legs with his hands on your knees, then adjusting your top to reveal your hard nipples. He brings his face to your chest, sticking his tongue out to teasingly lick your nopales, making you sharply inhale.

“Shut the fuck up.” You giggle, knowing that he did miss you but he just didn’t want to tell you. He takes your nipple into his mouth, sucking at it like a bottle as his hand slides down your stomach until he reaches your dripping pussy, his fingers tease your clit. You moan while reaching your hand up to his biceps, squeezing them tightly as he dips his finger into you to collect your slick and bring it back to your clit, softly rubbing circles around the nub.

Ever since you guys broke up, you would play with yourself every night to the thought of him. The thought of his lips all over your body, his tongue touching the places that no one sees, him hitting all of the right spots without you having to guide him would always give you the best orgasms, but it never beat his own fingers touching your pussy, the most gentle touch makes you want to melt underneath him.

He brings his face up to yours, kissing your lips softly as he grinds his clothed core against your bare one. You hear his breath picking up as he pulls his lips away from yours and bites his lip, cursing with every breath that he lets out. “Ao’nung…” you breathe out as your nails make their mark into your arm. “I… please fuck me.” He chuckles at your words, pulling his hips from yours, allowing the cool air to hit your core as you groan.

“You already made a mess and I haven’t even done what I really want to do to you.” You lift your head up to look at the wet stain covering the front of his loincloth, making you blush in embarrassment. He unties his loincloth, tossing it in the same spot as yours, revealing his hard dick that’s dripping precum. He kneels down in between your legs, not giving a warning before giving your clit a long lick, your back arching off of the mat with a pornographic moan. He sucks at your clit, moaning into you as you reach your hand up to his hair to tug at it as he shakes his head from side to side.

He stares into your eyes as you watch him stick his tongue out, continuously licking your clit with his rough tongue, making your eyes roll as you feel your orgasm approaching. Your legs begin to shake, closing in around Ao’nung’s head before you feel him completely pull his mouth away from you and sit up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand as he laughs while watching you sit up in a fit of frustration.

“What the hell Ao’nung?! I was so close and you just stopped!” You yell at him, making him laugh harder at your anger. This wasn’t the first time that he did that, he would always tease you, getting you so close before denying you of your desires. You would get so angry at him for it, but it would always make your orgasms that much stronger when you finally did finish.

“Relax. You’ll get to finish. I just missed your sweet taste and got a little carried away.” He hovers on you, giving himself a few strokes before lining himself with you and looking at you. “You ready? I know that you can’t handle me sometimes, so I have to make sure that you’re ready.” You roll your eyes at his arrogance before licking your lips. “Just fuck me, skxawng.”

He smirks at you one more time before sinking himself into you, bottoming out automatically as you place your hand on his chest and moan loudly. He curses under his breath, both of you looking down to watch him pull back out of you before snapping his hips back into you. “Fuck! I missed this pussy.” You moan at his words as he brings his hips to a halt, smirking at you.

“How do you want it?” He asks you, bringing his thumb down to your clit, rubbing circles around it. “I-I want it fast and hard.” Your voice trembling as you speak. He brings his lips next to your lip, licking it before he speaks. “Beg for it baby.” You roll your eyes at his words, frustration written all over your face. “Ao’nung! Stop fucking teasing and-“ Before you can finish your sentence, he chuckles, pulling his hips away from you but you quickly catch him by tightly wrapping your legs around his waist to lock him in.

“Please Ao’nung… fuck me. Show me how much you really missed me, I need you. I need to cum all over your dick.” You feel him twitch inside of you at your words. “That’s my girl.” He rubs himself completely inside of you, making your back arch off of the mat. His paste is quick and hard, tilting his hips upward with every stroke to hit your g spot each time, leaving you squealing underneath him with your nails leaving crescent shaped marks on his arm and back.

He takes one of your legs and places it on his shoulder, reaching a new region as he digs deeper into you, kissing your cervix with his tip. “Shit! It’s too much Ao’nung!” You place your hand on his stomach, tears welding at your eyes from the pleasure. “Aww. I love making you cry with my dick. This is what you wanted, you have to take it baby. Be a good girl for me.” He brings his finger up to soft face, wiping the tears that fall out as you tightly shut your eyes, never stopping his rough strokes, but instead slapping his hips against yours, making you scream before he places his hand over your mouth.

“Shh! I know it feels good, but we can’t have anybody hear us, can we baby?” You quickly shake your head and he takes his hand off of your mouth. “Save being loud for tonight, I promise you can scream however loud you want.” He assures you, removing your leg from his shoulder and propping himself up on his ankles.

He drags both of his hands up your body until he reaches your neck, where he gently wraps both of them around it. He pulls you all the way down on him, relaxing your legs and spreading them all the way open as you feel yourself coming close to your orgasm. “Ao’nung… I’m about to cum. Please…” The overwhelming sensation prevents you from finishing your sentence as your breath hitches in your throat, back arching until you're on the top of your head, toes curling.

You both feel yourself pulsating around him as you cum on him, making him growl as he slows down his thrusts. “That’s it baby, cum for daddy. Cum all over my dick for me.” His hips jerk as you bite your lip, trying your best to hold in your screams as he told you to do. “Fuck, fuck fuck! I'm cumming.” He ruts his hips into you one last time, throwing his head back as he stays in that one spot filling you up, his semen mixing with your slick.

He stays still, breathing out as he looks back down at you before laughing, triggering a laugh from you too. He slowly pulls himself out of you, his cum dripping out the minute he pulls out. He reaches over and finds a piece of cloth, opening your legs wide to clean you up, making sure that he gets everything that drips out before tossing it in the corner of the room. He gets up to get both of your loincloths and helps you slip yours on before putting his back on.

“Feel better you crazy bitch?” He asks you and you laugh as he comes to lay beside you, staring into your eyes. “Much better, skxawng.” You almost wanted to cry thinking about the fact that even though this was amazing, he still won’t take you back, until his next sentence. “And to answer what you wanted before this… If you can stop being so fucking crazy and realize that I’m not going to cheat on you or hurt you. I do still want you and I would like to get back with you.”

Your heart skips a beat as your face lights up, giving him a bright smile as you squeal. “But! That means no more accusing me of cheating, no more stalking me when I’m doing something. And know that if I’m busy, I’m not doing anything wrong, I’ll always come back to you at the end of the day because you’re all that I want Y/n.” He admits to you as he places his hand on your cheek, wiping away the tears that have formed in your eyes as you listened to him.

“I love you Ao’nung. I can promise that I will trust you from now and on. I’m sorry for not understanding you before.” He leans in, gently kissing your lips before laying his forehead on yours.

“I love you too Y/n. So much more than I can explain.”

A/N: This is my first Ao’nung fic so I really hope that it’s good, I literally wrote this in the middle of the night and I just decided to randomly post it so tell me what you guys think! 💖

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rocksibblingsau · 1 month

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Hey! I wanted to ask if you had any ideas on currency for rock and pop trolls. (I think pop trolls would be the type to exchange services on goods while rock trolls have some form of money)

Also sorry you’re going through writers block :(, hope you get through it soon!

Currency is the bane of my existence because trolls apparently must have some sort of currency because Rosiepuff 'plays for the money'. I do enjoy them having a barter system for some things, though their market seems to have reached a level of industrialization in The Beat Goes On/Trollstopia (Having factories and fast fashion) that would likely be a little difficult to manage. One example is Smidge's stoutberry juice business. It pops up and the crowd moves so fast on it that I imagine having to barter for a single glass of juice for every person would be a bit more difficult than bartering for weekly groceries. We don't see her exchanging it for anything in the episode but she does explicitly refer to it as a 'business' that would be jeopardized by competition, so she is gaining something from it.

I also think 'favors' would make things a bit difficult especially during their time at the troll tree. Imagine making a huge deal only for them to get eaten before you can collect.

A friend of mine has them using jellybeans as currency, which I find on brand and hilarious.

Honestly I could see Pop Trolls having 'money' but it works a bit differently. Money is paper based and anyone can make it at any point they wish. On it, rather than numbers or pictures of troll-ified presidents is nice words. Everyone has different takes on it and the more heartfelt the words written on it increases its value. This would mean you couldn't just mass produce it, because it wouldn't be heartfelt and so it wouldn't be worth much.

Since they're personalized, unlike our money you can't take the money you were just given and use it to pay someone else. As you can imagine you'd be buried in 'money' fast so that's what the bank would be for. Holding on to all your lovely money so you could read it any time.

I also imagine that this would be why canon Branch would want to harvest his own supplies so much! He never made his own 'money' and at the time there likely wouldn't have been anyone who would have accepted it because it wouldn't have seemed sincere. After his colors came back I imagine he made some and was a bit worried if it would be worth anything, but every time he used it everyone could tell it was worth a lot because he put a lot of effort into trying it, so most places gave him extras of whatever he was trying to buy.

These would have definitely been popular during their time under Trollstice. A perfect pick me up to sit and read over all the kind notes!

Rock Trolls I could see having a money system closer to ours, as they're a LOT more industrialized than TBGO Pop Trolls and we know they have some sort of 'pay' concept since Barb tells Riff "I don't pay you to hear."

Since Riff replies that he's not being paid, he's doing it for college credits, it would also imply that they don't have a barter system, as doing it for college credits would be virtually the same as receiving a 'favor' so there would be no reason to clarify that.

The only difference is I imagine their economy isn't in shambles. Riff isn't buried in student loans.

Of all the tribes to most likely exchange favors, I could see it being Country.

The intermingling of tribes would probably create the need for a standard currency or exchange rate, as I can imagine Rock Trolls don't want glittery notes as payment. Honestly I could see the Funk Trolls coming up with some sort of conversion system so that among your own tribe you could keep your standard money or go to a Funk bank and swap in so you can visit Symphonyville and not have to do any extra math.

TY for the well wishes and the fun question! I had a lot of fun turning this over in my head.

#sibblings au #sibblings qna #rock troll culture #pop troll culture

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sushisocks · 5 months

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since sean was the first to die(rip king😔), we never rly saw him deal w the death of the other members. how do you think a situation like that would go and who's death would impact him the most?

Oooh boy, what a great question!!

So, I do think Sean would feel obligated to keep things light, but we also KNOW that he’s the one that likes to remember people and talk about the ones he cared for. I can 100% see him being the main push for letting people feel grief in a safe manner; Sean would be the one sitting at the campfire telling funny and heartwarming stories about the dead person, and encouraging other people to open up and share stories too.

At the same time, I 100% see him being weighed down HEAVY by certain deaths in private. If he survived past Arthur’s death, for example, that would absolutely rock his world. Same with Lenny’s death; if not from a shipping perspective, simply because Lenny is the youngest gun, is smart, and a friend of Sean’s. I think that would put some things in perspective for him real quick, and internally he’d be having a REAL bad time. Thing is, Sean isn’t really one to show a whole lot of negativity, so I don’t think this would be apparent to anyone who didn’t know how to look for it.

Additionally, I do genuinely think both Kieran and Molly’s deaths would hit him HARD. I’ve talked with several friends now about how Sean, Molly, and Kieran do all three have a connection with Ireland, and probably did feel a faint sense of kinship over it. Molly feeling unsafe and more alone after both Sean and Kieran dying right after one another makes a world of sense, even if she wasn’t really close to either of them, simply because of what they represent to one another. I can imagine her death hitting Sean in a similar way, and Kieran’s death would also absolutely sour certain things for him – ESPECIALLY since if you get all their possible interactions over the course of Horseshoe & Clemens Point, the two DO actually develop a repertoire between one another.

Hosea’s death is a rough one, I think. Sean and Hosea’s relationship is of great interest to me, because there’s a LOT of conflict there, and Hosea is definitely among the– Less kind gang members, to Sean. Still though, Sean does clearly have some regard for Hosea as a wiser older man, as shown by him actually asking Hosea about their situation, clearly seeking advice and/or comfort regarding it. In large part I think Hosea’s death would be somewhat overshadowed by Lenny’s, to Sean at least, but there would very much be a sense of… Indignation, maybe? The context of this being one of the founding members of the gang, Dutch’s partner in crime, this voice of authority, now dead for what?

Sean, at his core, is a people person. There’s no way any of the deaths wouldn’t leave an impression.

One thing I can then see happening is… A sort of disillusionment for Sean, when it comes to Dutch & the gang? Imagine all these rapid rate deaths of people you care about, and when you look to your leader he doesn’t really… Do or say anything? About it??

I think, similarly to my reasoning as to why I think Sean would’ve sided with Arthur in the end had he gotten that far, Sean isn’t as fully sold on every aspect of Dutch’s talk nor as fully invested as Arthur and John are (with their specific daddy issues lmfao). That WOULD allow Sean to grow more critical, and as more people die, I can imagine us actually getting to see Sean possibly become more– Well, for a lack of a better word, more Arthur-like. “He’s just a younger version of you” and all that, here’s Sean at around the same age Arthur was when he lost Eliza and Isaac, watching people that matter to him die through a failure of leadership, if you will. It makes sense to me that Sean would start harboring a similar sense of anger, that would probably start grounding him a bit more.

This is all obviously assuming that Sean survives and everything happens the exact same way, which, as I’ve talked about before, I think is extremely unlikely! But it’s an interesting thought experiment for sure!!

Thank you so much for this question!! I enjoyed writing this a lot, and Sean’s potential journey in the story when surviving his scripted death has always been a point of deep fascination to me, so I LOVE getting to think abt stuff like this!!!

#i took a REALLY analytical approach to this question bcz otherwise i'd have started sobbing lmfao #id just be crying all over ur dash. wailing. im fine though its okay lmaoo #teki talks #sean macguire #rdr2 sean #sean rdr2 #rdr2 #red dead redemption 2 #rdr thoughts #asks #rdr asks #meta asks

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Horror Lingers in Hope

So, this is my first proper SM ficlet, and it's Roy angst because of course it is. I wrote this about a month ago, but refined it since and am posting to get extra hype going for the impending release of HS!

TW: Nothing explicit, but there is reference to past CSA, as should be expected from a Roy angst fic.

Roy was honestly surprised when his parents let him invite not only Susie, but Ross and Robert over. He was obviously glad, it just seemed a bit sudden. "Man, this place rocks, Roy!" Robert said as he looked around the lavish living room. "Heh, yeah, it does." was all Roy could muster, it was nice to not worry about anything for a bit, just enjoying a day with the people who mattered. "Now try coming here for dates all the time." Susie chirped, "With this fine specimen." She playfully tugged at Roy's cheek and got a little chuckle out of him. “So, being the great host I am,” Roy half-joked, “I wanted to ask; What do you guys want to do?” “Wait, you said you were writing a song, right? Can we hear it?” Again, Ross’s question took Roy a little off guard, it’s not that he didn’t like the attention, I was just something he wasn’t used to, at least not in this way. “Only, and I mean only, if you promise not to make fun of how cheesy it is.” Which it was, a ballad he was working on for Susie, he’d never admit it, but it started as a birthday present he didn’t finish in time.Before he could get too lost in his thoughts, Susie butted in, “AND if you promise not to get jealous of his singing voice.” “Oh, yeah” Ross joined in, “I don’t think I’ve heard you sing, man.“ “Then you’re missing out. Trust me.” “Why are you saying that like I’M the talented one?” “Roy, you’ve heard me sing, you know which one of us has that kind of talent!” “I know, I know, you’re just a lot of fun to mess with.” And without missing a beat, Susie responded to her boyfriend the exact way he expected from her and loved her for, “Yep, we’re really in sync like that.”

That was when Roy's mother poked around the corner "Does anyone want anything? I've been meaning to try some new smoothie recipes." "Nope, but thanks for the offer, Mrs. L." Ross responded for the group, he really had a way of reading the room.

Just then there was a knock at the front door *knock--knock* Roy's hearing suddenly clouded as he heard his father in the next room say "Ah, on time for once." Suddenly everything seemed darker, everyone turned to him. Their mouths didn't seem to move, yet he could hear them, in unison "Go on Reynold, answer it." He suddenly found himself right in front of that door, the knock came again, faster *knock-knock* Roy felt something in his hand, nevermind the fact that it hadn't moved. The door opened and there he was. "Hey little man. Long time no see."

Suddenly Susie entered from Roy's peripheral vision approaching that monster, a calm, accepting smile on her face, yet her eyes full of tears, pleading through acceptance. "Thanks for this little number, Roy. Still not quite on par with those 2 treats you got me a few years back." "No-NO, NO! You're dead, you died that Halloween! You're gone! GONE!" Even with the door open, that knocking persisted *knockknock-knockknock "Thanks again, kiddo." He said as he wrapped his arm around Susie's. Her voice sounded so peaceful as she said; “Don’t worry, Roy. This is how it was always going to be.”. "You've done wonders for you're dear uncle." His voice rang out as the knocking turned into a near constant drone of beating against Roy’s mind. He tried to reach out, to pull Susie away, to do ANYTHING. But he couldn’t, he ran faster and faster, but with every step he felt like something was pulling him down.

Roy damn near fell out of his bed when he lurched forward as he awoke in a frigid sweat. The quiet of the night and the air around him feeling like a gentle hand on his shoulder telling him to leave that horror behind. Telling him to leave it behind in the exact way he couldn't leave it behind. Not alone. But he already told Ross and Robert everything, they'd already helped as much as they could. There wasn't a snowball's chance in hell he could tell dad, not yet. Mom, maybe, at least she wouldn't feel betrayed be her own blood. And Susie… how would he even start telling her? It didn’t matter, he had to tell them... Soon, sometime soon....

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dessarious · 11 months

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The Angel of Death Pt51

Inspired by this Story Starter by @someone-ev

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Marinette woke slowly, in a bed this time at least. There was shouting coming from the next room and she groaned internally. Just one day of peace, was that so much to ask? Despite grumbling internally, she sat up and slowly went to the door. Her head still felt fuzzy, but whatever was happening in the other room needed to be dealt with. When she opened the door, Gina and Chloe were yelling at Fu, then there was a bright flash of light. There was no way that was a good thing.

"Who are you? Where am I?" Fu's confused voice caused her to groan, bringing everyone's attention to where she was holding herself up with the door frame.

"What the hell happened now?" Gina and Chloe exchanged a look before Gina spoke.

"Cass, would you mind escorting this gentleman home? He seems to have lost his way." That couldn't be good. Cass just grabbed his upper arm and all but dragged him out of the room. Once he was out the door, Gina gave her a worried look. "We tried to stop him, I swear."

"Tried to stop him from doing what?" Neither one seemed to know how to answer, then Tikki popped up.

"He renounced his Guardianship and transferred it to you. In doing so, he lost any and all memories connected to the Miraculous." She couldn't even summon the energy to be surprised. How did this become her life?

"Why does everyone insist on treating me like a child and then proceed dump more and more responsibility in my lap? You people need to pick one and stick to it." She was so sick of this. At least when she'd just been an Assassin, her only worry was not drawing attention. "Where's the damn box?"

"It's in the bedroom." Gina seemed to answer more on reflex than anything else. Marinette stalked back into the room to find the rest of the Kwami hovering. She felt dizzy, and had to take a few deep breaths to steady herself. Maybe the stress was affecting her blood pressure.

"Does the box actually have protections, or is it just decorative?" Tikki was frowning at her, but Nooroo landed on her shoulder to answer.

"Decorative, but we could teach you how to add protections if you wish." She traced the patterns on the box absentmindedly.

"That might be a good idea for now, but I'd like to make something that's easier to travel with that is as impervious to magic and technology as I can make it." She'd have to ask for input from the Blakes, and possibly Constantine if she could find the bastard, but she'd have to make it on her own. The last thing she needed was anyone being able to override the security.

"So you're going to start running again." Gina's disappointed voice sounded from the doorway.

"I'm not about to listen to a lecture about this from someone who can't stay in one place for more than two months." She winced at how harsh her tone was, but she didn't regret the words. She felt Gina walking towards her and tensed up, only to have the woman turn her around gently.

"I like traveling. I like seeing new places and meeting new people. I don't stay in one place because I don't want to. What do you want?" She really hated that question.

"Fate and destiny have been working against me since I was born. It's all I can do to mitigate the consequences. What I want is pointless. What I can achieve is picking the least bad option, and right now that means making sure the Miraculous stay out of hands that will abuse them."

"And you don't think you can do that in Paris?"

"Destroying Talia will cause chaos in the League, but it won't necessarily stop them from looking for me. Not to mention Batman's going to be turning over every rock he can find so he can contain or 'rehabilitate' me." Paris was the only place he knew to look for her, so leaving was the best option. Where she would go was another matter entirely.

"I wouldn't bet on that last one. Wonder Woman gave him an earful after he mentioned you being a Keeper of Balance. She threatened to send you Amazons to help you in whatever way you require. Honestly, if you must leave, you would be welcome in their home and you and the Miraculous would be well guarded." It was obvious Gina didn't like the idea, but it did make sense. The Justice League wouldn't risk going against them. "Aquaman offered Atlantis as a safe place, as well. Apparently, ignoring a Keeper of Balance is what put them on the bottom of the ocean in the first place."

It was good to have options, and both places would keep her separate from the rest of the world. She'd still be able to teleport wherever she needed to, or wanted to, since everyone seemed to be stuck on that idea. But... she had a feeling both would make it extremely hard for her to get the down time she needed. They'd either be asking her for her advice, or trying to mold her into what they thought she should be. Neither option sounded appealing. It might be worth a trial run, just in case.

"It might be best to wait on either so that Batman doesn't know where to look for me. Granted, it would be hilarious to be able to come and go as I please while he's certain I'm stuck at one or the other." Man would probably have a stroke once he found out she could just teleport wherever the hell she wanted. Cass choose that moment to return, and she looked worried. "What now?" She tried to keep the annoyance out of her voice, but it was a lost cause at this point.

"Batman tried to follow me. Lost him, but I should probably stay away." She sounded less than happy. Marinette held out an hand and the girl took it, squeezing harder than necessary. When she looked at the strings coming off her she realized that only the ones to herself and Gina were the purple indicating family. She didn't know why, but she did know the pain of feeling like you're alone in the world.

"I'll keep in touch. I promise." Cass frowned.

"Here. Always." She could feel her cousin's reluctance to leave, and almost felt a pull herself to stay near her. It wasn't a feeling she was willing to ignore. She turned back to the box and opened it, waiting for inspiration to strike. She saw a hint of a string going from Cass to the mouse miraculous. Perfect. She picked it up and held it out.

"You don't have to use it to transform, but if you need to talk to me, you can send a message through Mullo. That way, there's no way it will get lost or intercepted." Cass took the necklace almost reverently, before pulling her into a hug.

"I'll keep it safe. Promise."

"I know." Marinette pulled back reluctantly. "You should go. I don't want to get you in more trouble." She had to physically stop herself from going after her as Cass went out the window. She really wished she knew if it was just because she didn't want her to go, rather than a warning.

"I knew you two would get along." Gina sounded almost smug, and Marinette ignored it as she closed the box once again. Something was off and she couldn't pinpoint it. It was going to drive her insane.

"Where are the Blake brothers?" Gina blinked at her.

"As far as I know, they went home."

"But you don't know for certain."

"Well, no but-"

"What about Adrien, Luka, and Kagami?"

"They're at the dorm. I just talked to Adrien an hour ago." Chloe sounded worried and pulled out her phone, she assumed to make sure she was right. Then it hit her.

"Damian." the string between them was still pulsing in a way that made her uneasy, and Cass was presumably going back to where he was. This was bad. She couldn't say if she was more worried or annoyed at the fact that a connection between them was forming again, no matter what kind.

"Uh... Mari?" Chloe held up her phone so she could see it, and Marinette just started cursing. There was a video feed showing Damian hanging over the balcony on the top floor of the Grand Paris. All his family, besides Cass, that were in Paris, were tied up about ten feet away. Honestly, none of that was her current focus. She only had one question.

"What the actual fuck is the Joker doing in Paris?"

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novah14ravyn · 2 months

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With Binds To My Spirit

Locorro - Spider centric (this is cross posted on AO3 by me using a different account- account name: httpsvnoo)

The scorching sun beats down on the village as it always does, and how it will continue to do so. Na'vi wandering around doing their daily tasks and chores to contribute to helping the village. Warriors fish out in the open water for food for the village to feast on. Others are seated by the shore weaving baskets and other sorts of things. This was the everyday norm for the Metkayina.

Spider is sat on a rock with his friends. Said friends consisting of the Sully children and the Olo'eyktan's children along with their friend. They are sat in a circle somewhat near the water as they talk about something Spider has since lost track of a while ago. He's zoned out as he holds a hand on the back of his jaw. His face twisted into one of pain and discomfort. He has been feeling excruciating pain at the back of his mouth for days. He doesn't know what it is or what it could be. It has never happened to him before. The pain seems to get worse as the days pass, and his body is seeming to take a toll. He feels weak and sluggish all the time since this pain has begun. His face most certainly feels swollen and sore as the days go by. He doesn't particularly like the way his face feels or looks with the extreme swelling.

As he contemplates everything that has been occurring these past few days with his mouth situation, he also fails to notice the worried looks the others keep sending his way every now and then. Spider may think he's slick, but the others can see through his facade. It's obvious something has been bothering the human these past few days. They all noticed how he would hold his jaw with his face scrunched up in pain. He just seemed to ignore the pain and go on with his daily chores. It was like he was neglecting his health and his need for help.

They also noticed how he wasn't his usual bubly self. Instead of talking about whatever came to mind, he stayed silent and only spoke short sentences when spoken directly to. Spider never acts like this and they wanted to figure out what was going on with him.

Spider only zones back in to the conversation when he feels a hand on his lower back rubbing the space there. He blinks a few times and looks to where the hand is coming from. He's faced with Lo'ak looking at him with a concerned expression. His brows are furrowed in worry and concentration as he tries to figure out what is wrong with Spider. "You okay, Spider?" Lo'ak asks as he continues rubbing Spider's lower back to soothe him. His words are loud enough to make the others look over at them in question and concern when they see Spider's face twisted in pain. "Monkey boy, what's wrong?" Kiri asks as she stalks forward and bends down to be face level with him. She looks over his body to see if there are any visible wounds but finds nothing. "It's nothing, I'm fine." Spider replies quietly and turns his head away from Kiri's prying hands. "It doesn't look like nothing, Spider. Tell us what's wrong." Tsireya says gently with a concerned expression.

"Yeah, you've been out of it these past days." Rotxo says with a slight frown. Spider sighs softly, "It's just that the back of my mouth has been hurting for a few days. I don't know why. And my face is all swollen, it's horrible." Spider explains softly as he rubs the underside of his jaw delicately. "Why didn't you say anything? You could've gone to the Tsahìk to get checked out." Neteyam says disappointed, his face scrunched up in deep worry for the older boy. "I didn't want to bother anyone." Spider says quietly as he continues to gently rub the area under his jaw to soothe the pain "You're not a bother, Spider. Come on, let's go get you checked out." Lo'ak says before standing up and taking Spider's hand to pull him up. "No, it's okay. I'll get it checked out if it worsens over time." Spider pulls back slightly with a shake of his head that makes his head pound. "Spider-" Neteyam begins to argue but is interrupted by Spider pleading with him. "Please, I promise I'm fine. If it gets worse, I'll tell you guys and let the Tsahìk look at it." Spider begs the slightly younger boy with tired eyes. Neteyam battles with himself internally about whether or not he should let Spider continue being in pain or have him get checked out by the Tsahìk. He eventually gives in to Spider's plea, but he will personally drag him to the healers marui to look over him. "You promise you'll tell us?" Neteyam asks with a series glint in his amber eyes. "I promise." Spider nods and manages a small smile before urging them to continue their conversation that they stopped to check on him.

This time he pays attention to the topic being discussed and only pitches in when being addressed, but at least he was contributing to the conversation. He just desperately hopes that this excruciating pain goes away with time. He can't even eat correctly with whatever is happening in the back of his mouth.

After they finish talking, he'll just go off to his personal shack a little ways away from everyone. Jake had asked the Olo'eyktan if he could have one as a place to stay. Tonowari had agreed as long as it was away from the eyes of the people. The Metkayina were still wary and shaken about the Sky People despite the fact that they have grown to like Spider. He didn't really mind, though.

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Spider is lounging inside his personal shack with his friends spaced out around the living room section. He's seated at his desk as he was previously working on something but stopped doing it due to a severe headache. His head was throbbing and pounding as he takes in his surroundings. He rubs the sides of his head in a feeble attempt to soothe the ache but it does absolutely nothing to ease it.

He wears actual human clothes inside his personal shack due to the fact that it was quite cold inside. But he can't lie and say that the clothes Norm left for him are not comfortable. When his friends arrived at his shack to hand out with him, he was already wearing a hoodie and a pair of sweatpants. They were very comfy articles of clothing.

Spider gets up from his seat on his desk chair to go to the bathroom. His hoodie is pulled up hiding his face as he passes by the group of Na'vi sitting around his small living room doing various things. They take notice of his presence moving to another place in his shack and look up at him as he walks by quietly.

"Are you okay, Spider?" Tsireya asks softly as Spider walks by them in silence. He simply waves a hand in a 'not good' sign.

"Not good?" Kiri says dejectedly recognizing the hand sign as Spider nods faintly before heading to his bathroom.

The others frown sympathetically at his sluggish state. He has been progressively getting worse and worse as the day went on. No one seems to know what is happening to him. They all go back to what they were doing as they wait for Spider to come out of the bathroom.

Everyone suddenly comes to an abrupt halt when their sensitive hearing catches the sound of a loud thud. Everyone looks at each other confused for a moment and turns to where the sound was heard. It was heard from the bathroom where Spider was.

"Spider?" Lo'ak calls out the older boy's name just loud enough for him to hear.

No answer.

"Spider? Are you okay?" Kiri says a little bit louder than Lo'ak as she feels something in her stomach churning uncomfortably.

No answer.

The pure silence that follows Kiri and Lo'ak's questions make a wave of fear wash over the others as they look at each other with panic beginning to form.

"I'm going to go check on him." Neteyam stands up from the couch and begins walking to the bathroom. He takes a breath from the mask as he approaches the door.

"Spider?" Neteyam calls out softly as he knocks on the door.

Once again, no answer.

"I'm opening the door." Neteyam says before pulling on the door handle which in surprisingly unlocked. Weird.

When Neteyam opens the door, he's met with the sight of Spider lying on the bathroom floor. He appears to be sleeping. Neteyam smiles lightly at the sight and bends down to wake the boy up.

"Hey, Spider. Come on, wake up." Neteyam shakes the boy gently. Spider doesn't even stir. That begins to send alarms blaring in Neteyam's head.

"Spider?" Neteyam shakes him harder. No movement whatsoever from the human boy. Neteyam quickly lifts an arm in the air before letting it go. The arm drops back to the floor as if Spider were deadweight... lifeless.

"Guys! Kiri go get dad!" Neteyam yells for the others who immediately spring up into action to see what was happening.

Neteyam immediately grabs a pillow from a nearby chair outside the bathroom and slides it under Spider's head. He frantically taps the older boy gently on the cheeks to wake him up. The others rush over to assess the situation and are immediately put into panic at the sight of Neteyam trying to wake Spider up. Kiri instantly rushes outside the shack to go get her father with Tuk rushing behind her.

Lo'ak then comes beside Neteyam to check on Spider. He's frantic and panicky as he doesn't know what's wrong with Spider. The two brothers go on opposite sides of Spider and carefully drag him outside of the small bathroom so he has room around him. When they set him down, Spider begins to groan in pain from being jostled too much as his eyes flutter open slightly. His eyes lidded with fatigue.

"'Teyam...Lo'ak..." Spider mumbles as he barely makes out the figures leaning over him. Lo'ak keeps a hand on Spider's thigh as a sign for Spider to know that he was there.

"We're right here, Spider." Neteyam whispers to Spider as he tries to smile at the boy despite the sheer panic he feels at this very moment.

"Help me..." Spider pleads with the two Na'vi pitifully. This was probably the most vulnerable Spider has ever been with them in his life. Spider acting like this only makes everyone's nerves skyrocket.

"You're gonna get help, Spi. Dad's on his way." Lo'ak brushes a hand on Spider's cheek as a form of comfort. Spider seems to lean into the warmth and pressure despite the pain he's feeling.

Jake soon bounds inside the shack with the Olo'eyktan, Tsahìk, his daughters, and Neytiri following right behind. The shack was now crowded with too many Na'vi than the shack was able to hold. But that didn't deter anyone. Jake immediately dropped to his knees to take a look at the child; Lo'ak moving towards the side to give space for his dad to further check Spider.

"Spider? Hey, kiddo. I'm right here." Jake says softly as he leans over the boy so he could see him.

"Jake, I don't feel so good." Spider says in a slurred and delirious manner. It was like he couldn't talk right. His tongue felt heavy and everything hurts. His body feels like it weighs tons.

The others present in the room feel another wave of panic rush through their veins. Spider couldn't even talk right. They need to find out what is wrong with Spider immediately and treat it as soon as possible.

"Your face is all swollen buddy. What happened?" Jake winces at the sight of Spider's puffed up face.

"The back of my mouth hurts. Everything hurts." Spider slurs as he flutters his eyes open and close. Jake's brows furrow at the information given to him as he looks at his kids in question.

"Can you open your mouth as wide as you can?" Jake asks.

Spider complies even if it hurts and opens his mouth the widest his swollen face will allow him. It's not as wide, to be honest. Jake carefully peeks inside and looks at the back of Spider's mouth to see what was causing him such extreme discomfort to the point he passed fainted. He was certainly not expecting to see four teeth popping out of his gums where his wisdom teeth are. His eyes widen at the gruesome sight.

"What is it? What is wrong with him?" Ronal speaks sharply.

"His wisdom teeth have come in." Jake explains as he eases Spider to close his mouth and relax the best he can.

"What are wisdom teeth?" Tuk asks confused and worried for Spider.

"They are teeth that are hidden in the back of the mouth for humans. They don't come out until a certain age, though. But because they do that, it pushes on the gums of the mouth painfully. It sometimes can make people pass out due to the extreme pain. This seems to be the case with Spider." Jake explains to everyone.

"Is there anything I can do to heal him?" Ronal asks quickly as soon as Jake explained what Spider has.

"No, he needs instant medical attention with my friends that can help him." Jake explains making everyone else's eyes widen at the news.

"We need to call Max and Norm so they can take him back to Hell's Gate to help." Jake further explains to everyone who instantly starts to protest.

"Why can't they do it here? Why does he have to go back to the forest for this?" Kiri questions.

"They have all the supplies there that we don't have. He'll be in more unnecessary pain if we do it here." Jake says.

"Then we're going with him." Lo'ak decides firmly.

"No-" Jake begins to deny his son permission to go with him back to Hell's Gate, but he is rapidly interrupted by Lo'ak insisting he goes with.

"I'm going with Spider, end of discussion. I'm not arguing over this." Lo'ak says firmly as he eyes his father with a protective glint in his eyes.

Jake holds eye contact with his youngest son for a minute looking for something seemingly there. He doesn't find what he wants to find. He sighs heavily before nodding.

"Fine, you can go. Anyone else?" Jake groans as he looks up to the others present in the room.

All of his children put a hand up instantly once those words are uttered. Neytiri calmly raises a hand with zero words, this meaning she will go with no questions asked.

"We cannot go, but we will wait for his return as soon he is healthy again." Tonowari says with a sympathetic look on his face.

"We cannot go either, we must help the clan." Ao'nung says dejectedly as he motions to the other two kids beside him. He seemed like he wanted to come with them, but couldn't because of his duties.

"Alright, it's final. Kiri, do me a favor and radio Norm and Max to bring the Samson to pick Spider up for emergency purposes. We'll fly via ikran." Jake instructs his oldest daughter who nods and quickly leaves the shack to run to their marui.

"Thank you for allowing us to go, brother." Jake looks up at Tonowari who shakes his head.

"You need not thank me, brother. You are caring for one of your children." Tonowari motions a hand over at Spider still delirious on the floor.

"Okay, Spider, can you stand up?" Jake asks Spider who shakes his head softly.

"I can't move..." Spider slurs as his eyelids shut at how heavy they feel.

"That's not good..." Jake mutters.

"Why can he not move?" Neytiri speaks up with a sharp voice.

"It's the side effects to the wisdom teeth. They can sometimes affect your entire wellbeing." Jake explains.

Kiri rushes inside a few minutes later informing them that Norm and Max will be here in twenty minutes or less. Jake nods and thanks his eldest daughter as he gets ready to pick Spider up to take him outside of the shack to be ready for Norm and Max to take him.

"We need to get him to where our marui is so he's ready to be handed off to Norm and Max. He needs to be carried as he can't walk at the moment." Jake informs everyone who begins dispersing around the room to make space.

"He needs his mask before he goes outside." Neteyam supplies before he rushes off to go grab an exopack for Spider. He kneels down and carefully slips it over Spider's face once he has it in his possession.

"I'll carry him." Lo'ak steps up and moves to pick Spider up in a bridal position.

When Lo'ak picks up Spider with ease, the others inside the shack begin piling out. Of course, not forgetting to put the Na'vi sized maks back in their charging station.

Lo'ak walks back to the family marui in silence as he keeps a close eye on Spider held in his arms. He looks so vulnerable and small like this. His face was buried in Lo'ak's chest as he whined in pain. Lo'ak felt a strong protective urge fill his being as he feels the need to take away any ounce of pain Spider is feeling. He wishes he could do just that. He never liked seeing Spider in pain. It just didn't sit right with his heart.

But holding Spider like this makes his heart beat erratically at how close they are. If Spider didn't have his mask on, Lo'ak is positive that he would feel Spider's warm breath on his chest. Just the thought of it made him feel warm inside. He has always liked Spider a little more than he should, but can't help it. What was there not to like about him? He just makes Lo'ak so happy that he can't even explain it. He's not sure if Spider feels the same way, though. He doesn't really want to risk mentioning anything in fear of breaking the bond that they have. He hopes Spider likes him back.

___

Everyone in the family hears the sound of the blades spinning in the air loudly indicating that Max and Norm are here. The Samson is in sight from their marui as it prepares to land temporarily. The two scientists were only here to pick Spider up and take him directly to Hell's Gate to treat him. The family rush out to meet the scientists.

Max stays inside the Samson to move some things around for Spider to have space to lay down. Norm rushes toward the family, meeting them halfway to intercept Spider. In his Avatar, it is much easier to carry Spider compared to his human body. It was just more convenient for the time being.

"What's wrong with him?" Norm asks as soon as Spider is in his arms.

"It's his wisdom teeth. They're coming out and his body is taking a massive toll." Jake explains quickly as he wanted to waste zero time.

Norm nods at the information given to him and turns around to go place Spider inside the Samson. The family follows behind them hastily as they make sure Norm handles the human boy with the utmost care. Norm makes it to the Samson and carefully climbs on so he can place Spider on the seats in a lying down position. Max is going to stay in the back with Spider to make sure he doesn't fall or anything happens to him. Spider whines when Norm sets him down on the seat as he was jostled a bit; his face scrunching in pain.

"Did you see how bad they were?" Norm asks as he walks around the Samson to get inside the cockpit.

"They were sticking out of his gums. All four of them. I didn't even know he got them until Kiri came running to me saying he passed out in his shack a while ago." Jake explains as he follows behind Norm.

"Jesus, Jake..." Norm shakes his head with his face scrunched up at the news.

"I'll get him into surgery as soon as get back to Hell's Gate." Norm says as he prepares to hop inside the Samson but is stopped by Jake.

"We're coming with you as well. The kids didn't want to leave him alone." Jake says earning a nod from Norm before he hops inside the Samson.

"Follow behind us." Norm says before turning the Samson back on. Sand blows from the wind of the blades spinning.

Jake gives a curt nod as Norm begins to lift off the ground and takes off. Jake tells his family to call their ikran so they can follow right behind them. His family rushes off to do so. Tuk stays with Neytiri as she does not have her own ikran.

Very quickly, the whole family is ready. Jake looks over everyone one last time before yelling out a yip for his ikran to take flight. His family follows right after as they begin their flight back to the forest. It makes his stomach feel weird at the thought of returning back to the forest after all this time. It feels unreal, really.

___

When Norm and Max land, there are already other people waiting to take Spider inside to begin the operation. They would have to give him anesthesia prior to beginning the grueling process of removing his wisdom teeth. Norm feels horrible seeing Spider whine and groan from the intense pain he's feeling. Spider doesn't usually showcase if he feels any pain, but when he does, Norm knows whatever is causing him pain must be serious.

Once the Samson is turned off, Norm runs to the house where the Avatar drivers sleep so he can go back into his human body to operate on Spider. He makes the trip fairly quickly considering how far it is and hurries to transfer his consciousness back into his human body.

He wakes back up inside the capsule and quickly pushes it open so he can run to the room where Spider will be operated in. He's panting by the time he reaches the room. A few other scientists are around the room doing different things. But Norm is only focused on Spider sitting on the dental chair in the middle of the room barely keeping his eyes open. He walks over to Spider and leans over him just enough for the boy to see him clearly.

"Hey, kiddo. You doing okay?" Norm asks. Spider only replies with a slight shake of his head as he mutters something he can't quite understand.

"Don't worry, kid. You're going to be okay." Norm tries to comfort the human by rubbing his arm gently.

Max comes up to him and says that the anesthesia is ready to be administered when he was ready.

"Okay, Spider. Max is going to give you anesthesia to make you go to sleep so don't feel anymore pain. While you're sleeping we'll work on removing those wisdom teeth of yours. You okay with that?" Norm explains to the boy who lifts a hand to put a thumbs up.

"Attaboy." Norm chuckles before moving around the room to grab some more supplies that he'll need for the surgery.

Max rounds the chair and carefully takes off the exopack Spider still had on his face. He can tell that the kid seems reasonably better breathing without the exopack. He grabs the anesthetic mask and stands over Spider to position it correctly. He hooks the mask that covers the nose only and the anesthesia begins to go into his system little by little.

"Take deep breaths and you'll be fast asleep in no time." Max pats Spider's head gently as a way to comfort him.

Spider begins to take slow, but deep breaths like Max had said to do. Not even a few seconds later, he can feel his already droopy eyes falling shut little by little. His view of Max and Norm becomes blurry and unfocused. But he begins to forget about the pain and everything just shut down for him. His eyes finally shut, and he is out like a light. The last thing Spider thinks of is if the Sully's have made it yet. He wants to see them when he awakens, especially Lo'ak.

___

When Spider's eyes flutter open, his blurry vision catches something blue in front of him. Actually, he sees many blue blobs surrounding him. Some more bigger than others. He also feels something in his mouth, but he can't feel it either. He knows something is in his mouth based on what his tongue is touching, but he can't feel his entire mouth at all. It just feels numb.

His vision takes a while to fully come back to him. He squints his eyes at the blue figure in front of him and immediately recognizes the face.

"Lo'ak?" Spider says in question, though his words come out slurred and muffled due to the strange material in his mouth.

"Hey, Spi. How are you doing?" Lo'ak asks as he rubs Spider's covered arm.

"Fine." Spider replies as he looks around the unfamiliar room.

"Does anything feel different?" A new voice asks. It's deeper and more mature. He turns to the source of the voice and sees Jake standing to his other side looking concerned.

"It doesn't hurt anymore. I can't feel my mouth."Spider replies as he presses a finger to the underside of his jaw to test his theory.

"That's great!" Jake exclaims, a smile stretching on his lips.

"What is this?" Spider asks as he tries to take out whatever it is that is in his mouth, but he is stopped by a new pairs of hands gently guiding his hands away from his mouth.

"No, Spider. You can't touch those right now." A voice he recognizes as Neteyam, given that he's much more aware of his surroundings, speaks lowly.

"Why though?" Spider pries for answers. He looks at Neteyam like a kicked puppy.

"It's gauze. It's going to help soak up all the blood. You'll have to change them again in a bit after you eat." Norms voice rings throughout the room.

"Food?" Spider asks, perking up at the mention of eating.

"Yes, Spider, food." Norm chuckles at his behavior.

"Spider's acting weird." Tuk's voice pierces Spider's ears.

"It's the anesthetic in his system. It makes him act loopy and weird once he wakes up." Jake explains to his youngest daughter who awes at the explanation and giggles at Spider's antics.

"How long will he be like this?" Neytiri asks Norm as she watches over the human boy.

"He'll be like this for a few more hours. After this he'll need to take prescribed medication to help with the pain." Norm explains as he hands a white bottle to her containing the medicine.

"He will need to take one of these every eight hours to help with the pain. It should dissipate in about three days to a week." Norm supplies further earning a curt nod from the woman who makes a mental note to remind Spider to take his medicine.

"I want food." Spider whines, furrowing his brows making everyone laugh at how unhinged he is on anesthesia. It does not help the fact that he sounds funnier with the gauze in his mouth.

"You can have food, but it can only be liquids for tomorrow and the day after tomorrow." Norm explains to the human boy who looks at him in horror like he told him the worst news ever.

"So he can't eat or drink anything today?" Kiri asks incredulously.

"Unfortunately not, it slows down the healing process if he does." Norm explains.

"Only liquids?" Spider asks in a high pitched voice not wanting to believe what he was hearing. His shocked expression only makes the others around him grin at his antics.

"Yup." Norm nods.

"It's not fair!" Spider whines as he pulls the hood of the hoodie over his head and tightens the hood by pulling on the strings to hide his face.

"Eywa, I wish I was recording this right now. He will never live it down if he knows how he's acting right now." The sound of Kiri's voice echoes in the room, her cackles following after.

"Leave him alone, Kiri." Jake raises a brow at his daughter who rolls her eyes and raises her hands in surrender.

"Quick question, Spider." Norm says as he picks up something from a tabletop surface.

"What is it?" Spider slurs as he turns his head to face the man.

"Do you wanna see your teeth? They're in this little baggie if you want to." Norm shakes the small bag with a quirked brow.

"No, thank you. I'd like to keep my sanity." Spider replies wittily making Kiri snort. Lo'ak bites his lips to hide a loud laugh that's bubbling up his throat, Neteyam covers his mouth as he tries to stifle his laugh, while Tuk has no shame in laughing.

"Smartass." Norm mutters to himself with a grin as he places the baggie back on the tabletop surface.

Norm eventually has to leave the room to assist Max with something in the lab. He bids the others his goodbyes and exits the room.

Silence envelops the room once Norm leaves. Spider just ignores it and continues to fiddle with Lo'ak's bracelet. The two boys talk in hushed voices in the silence. The other kids join in their conversation after a moment. Jake and Neytiri just stand on the opposite side of the room and watch Spider being surrounded by their kids.

"Do you think he will be okay?" Neytiri finds herself whispering to her mate as she watches on.

"He will. Spider always gets back up in no time." Jake grins as he sees how gentle his kids are with Spider in his condition.

"The kids will make him feel much better than if he were here alone. He'll be jumping around in a few days, I'm sure." Jake looks at his mate with a knowing look.

"I hate to admit that you are right about that." Neytiri replies with a faint smile as she eyes Jake from the corner of her eye.

___

It has been a solid week since Spider has been in Hell's Gate healing. Just today, Spider finally got the okay to head back to Awa'atlu. While Spider was happy that he can go and see Ao'nung, Tsireya, and Rotxo again, he can't help but miss the forest once more. After so long he finally came back to the forest, only for him to leave a week later. It feels bittersweet.

Norm had informed him and the entire family of what to do to continue the healing process and that if something goes wrong, they need to call him immediately.

Now, he stands ready to fly back to Awa'atlu. This time he will be flying via ikran. Lo'ak's ikran to be specific. He feels all warm inside when Lo'ak pulls him up onto his ikran. The younger boy says for him to sit in front of him so he doesn't fall off. Spider complies with no question. But he really hopes that Lo'ak can't see how nervous and jittery he is with him sitting in front of his crush. His liking toward Lo'ak is pitiful, really. Why would Lo'ak ever like him?

He tenses slightly when Lo'ak reaches forward to perform tsaheylu with his ikran. The reason for him tensing was because Lo'ak was leaning directly on his back and draping over him. It made him feel a fluttery feeling in his stomach. His breath slightly fogging up the mask from how nervous he felt.

"You okay, Spi?" Lo'ak asks the older boy lowly.

"Yeah, I'm good to go." Spider replies back with his voice surprisingly even. His ears tinting red at his nerves.

Lo'ak chuckles at the way Spider is acting, muttering a low "cute" before they begin to take flight with the rest of the family.

As they fly, Lo'ak suddenly leans forward and whispers in his ear, "I heard what you said about me when you were under anesthesia."

Those words make Spider tense instantly. He doesn't know what he said while he was on drugs. Who knows what he could've said? He probably said something incredibly embarrassing! Why do the worst things always have to happen to him, especially in front of his crush.

"I like you too, Spider." Lo'ak continued. Spider could see the teasing smile despite facing the other direction.

"What do you mean? I never said anything." Spider tries to play dumb, which is a very stupid move.

"And here I thought I was the skxawng between us." Lo'ak teases as he brings a hand to hold onto Spider's while he flies his ikran.

"That much is very true." Spider agrees with that statement wholeheartedly.

"We'll talk about it in private in your shack when you're not busy. But know that I feel the same way you feel for me." Lo'ak caresses Spider's hand gently like he was so delicate. He quite literally was.

"I'm glad you do..." Spider mutters to himself with a shy smile as he basks in the warmth Lo'ak's body provides.

Lo'ak smiles warmly at those quiet, but definitely not silent words and places his chin atop Spider's head as they continue to fly with the rest of the family. Although the circumstance in which they came back home wasn't favorable, it turned out to be quite nice despite that. Lo'ak and Spider finally came to the conclusion that they both like each other, and they were going to do something about it. One of those things was begin courting one another before making it official. Eywa, both of them couldn't wait to finally show one another affection that they've been dying to show they other.

The small scare Spider had unintentionally worked in his favor in getting the guy he wanted.

#miles spider socorro #lo'ak te suli tsyeyk'itan #locorro #lo'ak x spider #light angst #spider socorro

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The Bartender

Jason Todd x male reader…reader is a bartender

The countless nights Jason spent in this bar was ridiculous, he loved it even though it was a dive. His family didn’t know about it and if they did, they’d never walk in.

Jason couldn’t quite put his finger on why he loved it here so much, was it the smell? The drinks? Or maybe that it was not many people knew who he was in this area.

‘What can I get you?’ Jason looked to the bartender standing in front of him.

There was the answer to the question, it was him. The bartender. The handsome face that always smiled at Jason when he walked in.

‘Can I get the usual?’ Jason asked, you simply nodded.

Double scotch on the rocks with a slice of lemon and a shot of tequila on the side.

‘Rough day?’ You asked as you handed Jason his drink, he smirked as he sipped it.

‘Rough week’ he replied, you wiped the counter down as Jason took in your form.

Your h/c hair stood perfectly and freshly clean on your head, your eyes bright but had some darkness behind them. Jason noticed you never treated anyone different, everyone was equal in your eyes. And he liked it.

‘What can I get you?’ You asked as a young woman approached you.

She stood tall in heels that she probably couldn’t walk in very well, a skin tight dress that she must’ve been sewn into. Long sharp nails with curly hair.

‘Anything as long as you make it baby’ she flirted, flicking her hair back.

You smiled a little as the woman leant forward a little showing cleavage.

‘We have beer, whiskey, cocktails. Ma’am you’ll have to be specific as to what you want’ you stayed polite.

‘I’ll have, a sex on the beach with you serving it topless’ she took your arm, stroking it.

‘Sex on the beach coming up’ you said as you pulled your arm away, walking to the bottles to mix together what you needed.

‘Need something?’ She shot words like a bullet to Jason, who stared.

‘No’ Jason smiled a little as he finished his drink.

‘Here you go’ you smiled as you presented the woman’s drink.

‘Damn, you didn’t serve it topless, does that come off my bill?’

‘I don’t take my clothes off for money, this is a bar not onlyfans’ you laughed, Jason chuckled to himself.

‘Well I guess you’ll just have to make it up to me, by maybe taking me out for dinner?’ She half ass asked you the question.

Jason studied your face for the answer as he couldn’t deny, the woman was beautiful. Yet pushy but no doubt she always got what she wanted.

‘I’m flattered ma’am I really am, but you’re not my type’ you answered as polite as you could, the woman’s face changed to confusion.

‘Really? I’m everyone’s type’

‘Not mine, unfortunately’

‘Well what would make me your type?’ She pushed further, you smiled as you looked her in the eyes.

‘Grow a dick’

Jason began coughing as he choked at your words, the woman took her drink and walked off.

‘Jesus, that woman never changes’ you mumbled to yourself as you stood in front of Jason, ‘same again?’, Jason nodded at your question.

‘She comes here regular then?’ Jason asked you, you nodded as you handed him his second drink.

‘Yeah, she hits on all the cute bartenders hoping to get a free drink and some D’

Jason sipped his drink as he watched you more, seeing that you were uncomfortable with what happened, but he respected that you held it together.

‘You like staring don’t you?’ You commented without looking at Jason, who nearly choked again.

‘What?’

‘Don’t play dumb, I know you like staring at me. It’s ok, I like it’ you finished.

Jason smiled as he watched you wipe the counter down, winking at him as you walked over to another customer.

Four drinks down and Jason was still sitting at the bar, chatting to you every time you had a free few minutes. He loved talking to you, and wanted to talk to you more, just the two of you without any interruptions.

‘I’m Jason, I realise now that I’ve never told you my name’ he laughs, you shake his hand.

‘Y/n’ you reply, feeling Jason’s hand on yours makes you smile bright. His skin feels exactly how it looks. Rough, but warm with a softness to his grip.

‘So, now that we’re on first name terms, can I take you out sometime?’ Jason asks you, you smirk this time.

‘Been asked out twice today must be on a role’ you laugh as Jason blushes a little.

‘Yes, I would love to go out with you’ you follow with, as Jason beams.

Jason watched as you walked away to serve someone else that had come over, spotting the woman come back as well just quieter and not flirting anymore.

Now Jason knew why he kept coming back to this dive of a bar, it wasn’t the overpriced drinks or atmosphere, or the smell of a drunk guy vomiting in the corner. It was you, you for some reason kept him coming back. And he was so glad you did.

#red hood #red hood fanfiction #red hood x reader #red hood x you #gotham #jason todd fanfiction #jason todd x reader #jason todd x y/n #jason todd x you #jason todd #jason todd x male reader #red hood x male reader

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merlot-and-chardonnay · 4 months

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A Lark Among the Wolves and Dragons: Chapter 40

Chapter 39.5

Masterlist

------------King's Landing: several months earlier-------------

"Where is Aemond?" Alicent frantically questions guards and servants. She had not seen her second born son in the Holdfast since this morning and now she was becoming concerned as no one else has seen him either.

She had initially contemplated if he had stolen away to ride Vhagar like he usually does, but he would've informed her beforehand so she wouldn't worry of any sudden disappearances. Aemond was not Aegon, he was not one to slip away into the city to seek temporary pleasure in the brothels, nor was he one to sneak into the cellars to drown in his cups. This was concerning.

Alicent then went to Aegon and Helaena's apartments, hoping perhaps Aemond decided to visit his sister and her children. When she walked in, she did not find Aemond, but she did see, much to her surprise, Aegon sitting in a chair rocking his youngest son Maelor who had just fallen asleep in his arms.

Aegon looked up in shock by the way his mother had rushed into the apartments with a sense of urgency. "Mother?"

"...Aegon," Alicent greets briefly before looking around the apartments, "where...where is Helaena?" Aegon frowned a bit, wondering what his mother was thinking; she clearly wasn't showing much concern for him, "she went for a walk in the gardens," he answers, "with the twins." "And...Aemond? Is he with them?" Alicent asks, "I haven't seen him since this morning."

Aegon internally sighed; of course his mother would be more concerned with his brother, the Golden Child. "...no, not that I'm aware of," he answers in an almost whisper, wondering what was going on. He knew Aemond enough to know this was not in character for his younger brother; he was the perfect son after all, Aemond was the one who did everything right, paid attention to his lessons in history and philosophy, who trained every day with the sword and kept up with the political and economic matters among the nobles and Royal Family. Even Aegon's claim to Sunfyre was eclipsed by Aemond the moment his brother claimed Vhagar six years ago.

Had Aemond been born first, he would've been far more suited to be king then Aegon could ever hope for. Meanwhile, Aegon could never do anything right in either of his parents' eyes. No matter how much he tried, there would always be another sibling for him to be compared to, be it his oldest sister whom his father favored over his other children, or his younger brother whom his mother dotted on every second of every day. Hence, the reason why Aegon barely tried anymore these days with anything. There was no reason to if it was never going to be good enough for his mother, father, or grandsire, and if it was never going to be enough to earn either their love and affection.

Sure, he had a wife and children, but even that didn't seem to fill the void that was left in his heart. Helaena, he wasn't entirely sure was capable of loving him just as his brothers weren't, and his children...well Jaehaera and Jaehaerys preferred their mother and even the nursemaids over their father, as the two would barely speak a word to Aegon when he made the effort to visit them in the nursery. Jaehaera was a little more receptive compared to Jaehaerys, but there were times when Aegon felt he was losing his daughter's affection. Maelor could still be comforted by Aegon's warmth when he would hold the boy in his arms, but who knows how long that would last. When Maelor takes his first steps? Says his first word? However long it would take, Aegon could only prepare for the day his youngest would start to distance himself from his father in favor of his mother or anyone else that wasn't Aegon. While contemplating his miserable life, Aegon was shaken from the way his mother frantically searched the rooms, looking for her favorite son, ignoring her eldest. Aegon sighed a bit, recalling the times his mother had nagged him for not spending enough time with his family and rather drown in his cups and slip away into the city to do the Seven knows what. Yet, seeing him holding and rocking Maelor clearly wasn't enough for even so much as a word of recognition.

On the other hand, this was still an interesting development; even he couldn't help but wonder where his perfect brother had gone off. It certainly couldn't be the Street of Silk, Aegon knew full well Aemond had no interest in such places, despite his best efforts to 'educate' Aemond on what pleasures could be found there. It couldn't be the docks either, Aemond hadn't set foot in that place since....

Aemma, is what Aegon starts to think. He did have to wonder what became of his cousin, ever since hearing from word of mouth that the young princess disappeared six years ago after the events on Driftmark. Part of Aegon believed Aemma may have slipped away back to the Continent, he remembered how obsessed she was with those lands, how that same obsession was compounded by the loss of her mother. If that were case, Aegon considered Aemma to be fortunate; she was free from the constraining duties that came with being part of this family, and she was certainly free from the burden of being betrothed to him.

Aegon now began to wonder if Aemond had finally left to go find Aemma. Those two had been close as children, and he knew Aemond was always infatuated with her. Would Aemond, however, been bold and rogue enough to drop everything and leave what he knew behind to fly off to parts unknown just to rescue someone he had grown to disdain all those years ago?

------------Flotsam tavern: Present Day---------

After making brief eye contact with the White Wolf, Jaskier slipped into the tavern to join Roche, Ves, and the Westerosi trio. He looked around, and saw Zoltan wondering outside the tavern, "Zoltan," Jaskier calls out in an almost whisper, "hey do me favor, can you keep Geralt occupied, or at least make sure he doesn't set foot in the tavern." "Whatever for?" Zoltan asks, feeling confused by this request. "I'll explain later, just please do me this favor." "Alright, whatever you say," Zoltan shrugs and does as he was bid.

Jaskier walks into the tavern and takes a seat next to Roche, not bothering to touch the drink that was brought before him as he needed to be sober enough to keep a sharp eye on the newcomers. Even though Aemond had assured the Bard that he would take Aemma away against her will, he was still not confident.

"So, Commander Roche," Criston speaks, "what is the plan?" "We need to get to find a way to get us and the Blue Stripes out of Flotsam and into the forest to face the Scoia'tel before Laredo tries to interfere," Roche proposes, drawing lines on a piece of paper, "this is Flotsam," he explains, "this is the forest. Between the town and the forest is a barricade Commandant Loredo has just built around the town ever since word spread of the death of King Foltest. As of now, no one goes in or out with the Commandant's knowing. We need to develop a ploy to keep his attention off of us while we sneak past the barricade."

"And how do you propose we do that?" Ivan question. "The quickest way?" Ves speaks up, "live bait." The trio was a little confused by that plan. "I don't think the rest of us follow," Criston admits.

"We need someone to go and distract the main guards while the rest of us sneak out of Flotsam," Roche elaborates, "preferably someone who is good at garnering enough attention as well as being able to improvise on the spot."

The table went silent as Roche and Ves turn their gaze towards Jaskier, with Ivan, Criston, and Aemond following suit.

"...I'm sorry, where you suggesting that...I go be the bait? You're not serious are you?" "We need a diversion, and you already got into some trouble with the Commandant, as evident that you and your dwarf friend were about to get the hanging the moment my party arrived. If anyone could get under Loredo's skin and direct his attention away from the Blue Stripes, it's you."

"Pfft, alright," Jaskier scoffs, "well, what exactly do you want me to do? Don a woman's frock, sneak into the barracks, and sing all 12 verses of the Maids of Vicovaro?...Because I will."

"Maybe nothing that extreme," Roche says, "just keep their attention off us long enough so we can climb over the barricade without being spotted.

"Why were about to get hanged?" Aemond asks. "Ah, a good question," Jaskier says, "well let's just say the Commandant had some....disagreements over how I choose to conduct myself in the dead of night. Never mind that man has been known to do the same thing behind closed doors. He didn't really care, we all know Loredo is hardly a pious man, this was all more about a show of force, to remind people who is 'the Law of the Land' in these parts. Nevertheless, I'll do my part and keep him and his lackeys distracted enough that we could smuggle a rock troll into Flotsam."

"Right, then it's settled," Roche agrees, "We leave at dusk."

"And what are we to do in the meantime?" Aemond questions. Right on cue, men from the Blue Stripes walked in and ordered drinks, laughing and conversing with one another. "I say...we have a drink," Roche suggests, standing up to join his men.

"Excuse me, I have some business to take care of outside," Jaskier says, standing up to leaving the tavern.

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Sure enough, the moment Jaskier walked out, he saw Zoltan conversing with Geralt. Jaskier ran over to his friends. "Zoltan, Geralt, hello, good to see you again," the Bard greets nonchalantly. "You have some explaining to do, Bard," Zoltan crosses his arms.

"Yes, I do," Jaskier agrees, "but not here, we better talk elsewhere."

Jaskier then gestures for the two to follow him somewhere a little more secluded before he explains the new development in the form of three Westerosi men who had come all this way to find Aemma. "So Aemma's family has gotten involved then," Zoltan says, "the side with the dragons that is. Melete help us." "Well no, just the one, her cousin," Jaskier corrects, "I haven't even seen any dragons yet. But that's not quite the main concern here. He and the knights he brought with him, I fear will want to take Aemma away...whether she wants that or not." "Has the lad given any reason why that might be the case?" Zoltan asks. "Well, no not yet," Jaskier admits, "frankly he strikes me as someone with a stick up his arse...which is saying a lot considering his age. Really, he's just so...serious. But in some ways, he does remind me of his uncle, I have this gut instinct he'd do anything to get what he wants in the long run."

Geralt, while listening to the conversation, feels himself having a flashback, showing remnants of his past that he could remember. He began to remember being in Westeros, in King's Landing, with the Lady of Larks, their daring escape from the Red Keep with Jaskier and baby Aemma, and a certain man with blonde hair getting in the way. The memory then changed to the part where Yennefer came in through a portal and rescued the three of them, only to have (y/n)'s daughter yanked from her arms at the very last moment.

"Aemma..." Geralt says in an almost whisper. "Geralt?" "Princess Aemma, she was (y/n)'s daughter," Geralt says, "I...I think I remember her when she was a baby. (y/n) came to Kaer Morhen when she was pregnant with Aemma." "Do...do you remember anything else? Any specifics?" Jaskier presses. "No," Geralt shakes his head, "nothing else. But I think I understand better why Aemma was looking for her mother's family. Why she wanted to learn more of her mother...because they were separated when she was still a child." "So...you remember THAT part," Jaskier says in a somber tone, remembering that sad day.

"That was the day, wasn't it?" Zoltan speaks up, "the day when Aemma was ripped from her mother's arms at the hands of her father. Yes, I remember she spoke of that time when she finally joined our little party on the way to Nilfgaard, the sadness in her eyes. Poor thing was determined to be reunited with her again, much similarly to how you were determined to be reunited with Ciri, Geralt." "Yes...Ciri," Geralt nods, having some vague memories of the girl in question, those particular memories being more detailed then what he was able to remember of anyone else that was part of his life.

"Cedric the elf had already confirmed that Aemma was taken by the Scoia'tel," Geralt points out, "more evidence that she is somewhere in this forest."

"What's the plan then?" Zoltan questions. "We need to get Aemma away from the Scoia'tel before this Prince Aemond and his men do," Jaskier says, "Geralt, you know how to navigate the monster ridden forest if anyone can do it, it's you." "There's still the matter of the Kayran to deal with," Geralt points out. Jaskier thinks on this predicament, "Well, we won't enact the plan until dusk. Can you rid the village of that best before then?" "I think so,"Geralt nods, "I already have the materials needed to prepare. I just to need to meet up with Sile and we'll be ready to slay the monster."

------------time skip to dusk-----------

It took the better part of the day, but with the help of the mage Sile, Geralt was able to defeat the Kayran and thus save Flotsam's trade and commerce. There was even spare time to follow Triss to the prison barge in hopes of questioning an imprisoned Scoia'tel, who was Iorveth's second in command, to extract information regarding these elves.

Upon learning that the witcher Letho had doubled crossed the Scoia'tel, there was also the matter of Tris proposing a solution to restore Geralt's memory with the roses of remembrance. As much as the White Wolf so badly wanted to remember again, he couldn't afford a detour at the moment; too much time had been waster enough as is, and who knows what the Scoia'tel were doing to Aemma at this moment. "The roses will have to wait," Geralt informs Triss, "We have to save Aemma first." "I understand," Tris nods, "Alright, I'll get a head start and try and locate the Scoia'tel encampment, try and make sure they haven't harm Aemma in any serious way yet.

With that out of the way, the witcher returned to the town, waiting for Jaskier's signal.

Meanwhile, the Bard in question, with the help of Zoltan, kept the Westorosi lot and the Blue Stripes occupied by buying rounds of drinks and conversing.

Or at least he tried. Roche seemed to have found a kindred spirit with Criston and the two bonded over certain things in their lives, one of them being have to scrimp and scrap to earn the things they had in this word while those same things had been given freely to others. Criston still had some misgivings about Roche, but he seemed like a decent man who worked hard for what he had, and it was something the man could appreciate.

Ivan struck up a conversation with Zoltan, whom seemed to speculate what the half-elf was hiding behind his headband, but he wouldn't say anything, knowing the stigma half-elves faced in this world and would respect Ivan's desire to keep himself hidden.

Aemond barely spoke a word during this time, preferring more to observe; actually if the prince had his way, he would want to spar some with Criston and Ivan in preparation for what was to come. Aemond saw the way the Blue Stripes were behaving during this time, and he wasn't all that impressed by what he saw; their vulgar words which became more frequent as the drinks kept coming, and the way they would try and seduce the barmaids who came with the drinks. When a couple women from the local brothel stopped by, the men would try and proposition them. The Blue Stripes were a complete contrast to their Commander, Aemond thought; he recalled his grandsire once telling him you could judge the quality of a man's character by the company he keeps. Roche seemed to be an honorable man with no taste for depravity, but his men seemed to not follow their commander's example. Only time Roche would step in is when they would get a little rough with the servers, but that was it. It was a little confusing for the prince. So far, none of the men, Aemond noticed, tried to proposition Ves, despite her goods being out for all to see.

"You weren't exaggerating about that prince," Zoltan says to Jaskier, nodding towards Aemond, "he really does have a stick up his arse. So serious. Repressed I would dare say. A little concerning for a lad his age." "Makes me wonder if Aemma had turned out like that," Jaskier admits his concern, "given that they were both brought up by the same family."

Once dusk had settled, Jaskier slipped away after informing Roche that he was going to get ready for the distraction.

He and Zoltan head around back of the tavern to find Geralt standing by, "we're about to ready position," Jaskier informs, "you ready, Geralt?" Geralt nods, frowning a bit when he sees Jaskier pull out a wig with long hair, "uh, what are you doing?" "I'm the distraction," Jaskier sasses lightly as he dons the wig, "Zoltan, my good man, do you have what I requested?" "Surprisingly yes," Zoltan nods, handing the dress to Jaskier, "had to extend the skirts a bit, but you and the she-dwarf I was supposed to wed are roughly the same size. I have to say, I didn't think you were serious about this." "I never joke about these things," Jaskier feigns offense, "and besides, reason Loredo sentenced us to the hanging in the first place was a sense of 'pious justice' from the 'good' Commandant. If we're lucky, this might actually give him a stroke."

"I get the feeling this isn't the first time you've done something like this," Geralt states as Jaskier gets the dress on, "I do recall regaling you of my time at Oxenfurt," Jaskier says, "the little troupe I was part of for a time, the one that involved a lot of drag performance. Yeah, this is not my first time, and it certainly won't be the last. I even had a stage name for this particular persona, whom I called...," he gets the straps of the dress over his shoulder and speaks in a falsetto voice, "Juliana, troubaritz extraordinaire. How do I look?" "The prettiest troubaritz I've ever seen," Zoltan complements, also eyeing the stubble, "if you had a full beard, you would be the Dwarven Bell of the Ball."

"Excellent," Jaskier, er I mean, Juliana says with a smile, "alright, time for me to head to the barracks to stir a moral panic. Wish me luck."

-----------------Meanwhile----------------

"Leaving so soon, princess?" Letho asks as he stands calmly yet menacingly up to address the escaped princess.

Aemma was about to reach for her sword, but remembered she had left behind in the Scoia'tel camp. She didn't have her mother's silver dagger. The only thing she did have was the knife she swiped from that elf, the same one she used to cut her bonds back the camp which allowed her to escape.

But now it looked like she wouldn't get far.

"We don't have to fight," Aemma tells him, "you can just look the other way and I can go home." "I'm afraid I can't do that," Letho tells her, "business is not yet finished." Aemma quickly takes this moment to scan her surroundings. She also regarded the witcher before her; she saw his silver medallion, signaling that he came from the witcher School of the Viper. She remembered what Vesemir told her about that school, how it was known for producing would-be assassins, and Letho certainly lived up to that reputation. But, as a witcher, maybe he could be persuaded by other means to let her pass by without conflict.

"You're working for the Scoia'tel, yeah?" Aemma reasons, "they must be paying you pretty penny, I'm guessing. To kill the king and to bring me to them. I'm a princess of House Targaryen, if you let me go, I can persuade my uncle the king to pay you for allowing me to return to my family unharmed." "You honestly believe this has anything to do with coin?" Letho scoffs, "No...no. As I've said before. This, dear princess, is personal." "...I don't understand." "The Scoia'tel are not the only ones who hold a grudge against your father, the Rogue Prince," Letho explains, pulling out a sword, "they're not the only ones seeking justice."

Eyes wide, realizing what this meant, Aemma stood her ground. Armed with only a knife, and also disadvantage physically, the princess would need to rely on her wits to get her out of this situation. "Before you take me back to the camp, I do have a request," Aemma says, "...can I have a cup of water?"

While the bulky witcher frowned at this odd request, Aemma took this opportunity to take this mud and fling it at Letho's eyes. She then turned and ran off. Letho growls and rubs the mud off his eyes, "you can't run from me, forever, princess! I will find you!"

Aemma ran through the forest as fast as she good, seeing a stream and following it upwards in hopes that it would lead her to a town or village or maybe even a hut. She runs for a time and and then jumps into the stream, knowing about witchers' special senses and hoped doing this would keep her scent hidden.

She hides under a giant tree root that hid her from view. She grabbed some mud, making quick work of hiding her blonde hair. While doing this, she heard a rustle in the bushes, making her go still. Thinking it might be Letho having tracked her down, Aemma pulled out her knife, preparing to get the jump first. If she could stab the man in just the right spot, it would give her the chance to finally escape.

She takes a breath, ready to time her attack. She jumped up from her hiding spot and tackled the would-be aggressor to the ground. The person in question pushed her off. Aemma pointed her knife at this person; it wasn't Letho, but with the cloak concealing their face, he may as well be a bandit. Before the would-be bandit could draw his sword, Aemma charges him again, and the two wrestle each other, rolling the ground.

Aemma tries to stab the person, but he grabs her wrist and tries to get the knife away from her. He was almost successful, but Aemma pulled away. The cloaked individual turned her around, getting her on her back and tried to grab her knife again. Aemma managed to move her leg and knee the guy in the groin, then pulling his cloak back before getting him on his back, knife to his neck, and panting heavily from the struggle.

Eyes wide, the man narrowed his gaze onto the princess, as if he were studying her face,

"...Aemma?"

"Who...how did...?"

Aemma took a proper look finally noticing this person's long blonde hair much like hers and the eye patch covering over one eye, but failed to conceal the scar...the same scar that...

"...Aemond...is that you?"

Chapter 41

#aegon ii targaryen #alicent hightower #hotd #the witcher #geralt of rivia #letho of gulet #oc #aemond one eye #aemond targaryen #aemond x oc #criston cole #jaskier #zoltan #vernon roche #ves #iorveth

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gayangelcrimes · 1 year

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Mary always had this strange obsession with salt. When they finally got their own house the first thing she did was dig a little trench around the house's exterior contour that she filled with rock salt. When John gave her a strange look, she shrugged and said something about keeping weeds from growing too close to the house's foundation, their roots could damage the plumbing and stuff. John didn't question her further. She redid it every few weeks or months. She didn't tend to the rest of the garden, barely even cared about the grass getting taller than their knees if John couldn't bother to mow it, but the salt was like a sacred little ritual to her. Sometimes John caught her lining up the windows or the fireplace with salt. She said it was against bad luck. She said it was so the house didn't get too humid during summer. She said it was so things didn't freeze over winter. She said it was a family tradition. She said anything, she knew John didn't really care about the answer. He was already sure in the back of his mind that Mary wasn't entirely sane.

John thought she was strange for collecting knives. Every time they visited a thrift shop or antique store she'd go straight to the knives, looking for anything that caught her attention, building a little collection of knives that she kept tucked in the back of her side of their closet. It was a hobby, she said. It reminded her of her family. Her dad collected knives too. They didn't always see eye to eye, but she always loved her dad's knife collection, she told John. The curves of the blades, the inscriptions carved into some of them, the materials, the way different handles fit into her hand. She was building herself a collection she could love too, hidden in a small corner of their bedroom.

When the demon came to collect his prize he had a hard time to enter the house. The salt couldn't stop him forever, it wasn't supposed to. It was an alarm. Mary could almost feel in her bones when the salt line was breached. The sense of wrongness. The TV downstairs turning into static. Footsteps carrying John's body with a weight and pace that was not John's. She ran to the closet. She knew exactly what she was looking for.

She didn't want it to end like this, but in the back of her mind she always felt this was how they would end. Her knife in John's chest, his car on the road, their kids in the backseat. Running for her life from a murder she could only take half the blame for.

The demon did something to Sam, she could see drops of blood in his face when she grabbed him from his crib. So small in her hands, yet she knows he's something bigger than she could ever imagine. She cleaned his face, shook Dean awake and told him to hold Sammy while she packed their stuff. Their clothes, her knife collection, the family pictures, all the salt bags in the pantry. John's old gun, just in case. The car keys and some snacks for the road.

Dean kept asking about his daddy, why wasn't he here, wasn't he going with them? She couldn't tell the truth, he couldn't understand. So she said daddy is feeling bad and doesn't want to see anyone for a while, he asked mommy to take Dean and Sammy on a trip for a while. How long? Who knows, he'll call when he's feeling good again. For now, we'll go far away, we'll have a road trip and visit lots of fun places and see lots of cool stuff, how does that sound? Dean likes the sound of that.

She goes back to being Mary Campbell. If anyone asks what happened to her husband she'll just say she left him because he was an abusive piece of shit. God knows it's not entirely a lie. She visits her family, tells them what happened. She leaves out the blood. They praise her on the salt and the knives. They welcome her back to the family, if she wants to come back. Right now she just wants to get the hell away from Kansas, actually.

She goes back and salts and burns down the house just in case.

#hm i should make an original writing tag #supernatural #spn ficlet #mary winchester #marynatural #mary #hello mary fandom....#i offer you. what if mary attacked first

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irondad-defensesquad · 6 months

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Fly away, skyline pigeon

(also posted on AO3!)

It’s a beautiful day today. And a special one at that.

Not that anyone remembers that.

Tony waits outside, carrying his loyal bag (that secretly hides the book he took from the library and hasn’t returned since). He rocks himself back and forth, still in uniform. His shoes are kind of uncomfortable. They feel like Dad’s shoes…

He wonders if he’ll show up this time.

Well, that’s what he asks every single weekend.

There’s not really a place to sit out here and he doesn’t want to get dirt on his uniform. At least it doesn’t take long for Tony to see the car.

He gulps and adjusts his tie. Even though he’s going home.

As the car approaches…

There’s no one in the back seat.

Once the vehicle stops, only one man appears. He’s well dressed but he’s not his father.

“Master Tony.”

Jarvis is smiling at him.

Tony still expects someone else to miraculously come out of the car.

…

“Let me take your bag, sir.”

Tony cringes at the “sir”, as he always does, but he doesn’t mention it. The bag is not even that heavy, but Jarvis takes it either way to put in the trunk. Tony opens the door himself, having all that space for himself. Jarvis doesn’t question it and they take off, leaving the fields to return to the Stark mansion.

Tony has questions. But he probably knows the answers.

“Jarvis?”

“Yes, Master Tony?”

“Where…” the boy hesitates. “Where’s Mom?”

At some point, Mom would fill Howard’s absence with her warm hugs and sweet kisses. But nowadays, it kind of feels like she gave up on him now that he’s in boarding school.

“I’m afraid she’s with your father, arranging your birthday party.”

“Oh.”

He knew that.

Then, why is he… disappointed? He doesn’t even like going home.

But today is different, isn’t it? They should be here. Yet they’re more worried about the party than him.

Tony doesn’t cry, though. Crying is for sissies, like his father says.

So, he distracts himself with the landscape – the big wide blue sky, the birds flying away, the open green fields… Tony sees the birds flying, free.

(What he could give to fly away with them…)

Gradually, the freedom is being filled by the city concrete, the many houses and cars and buildings. Tony sighs, head glued to the window. He feels nothing inside him. This is just another day. The party doesn’t even matter. He’s just going to have to be stiff and greet his parents’ business partners and he’s going to fail at befriending their kids who don’t even like him.

They have so many of these parties, that it’s really no different when it’s Tony’s birthday.

He wishes he could’ve stayed in school.

…

Wait.

They’re not going home.

He knows that way.

But… why?

“Jarvis, where are we going?” Tony asks either way.

“Oh, I just thought we might take a little detour before heading home.”

They soon stop at Jarvis’ destination, apparently.

Tony hasn’t been here in forever. The last time he was here was when Mom was still picking him up from school.

“Do you want to get some ice cream?” Jarvis wonders.

“Well, yeah… but…”

The butler just waits. He’s very much ready to leave. He values Tony’s decision.

The young boy looks at the empty space next to him. As much as he’s grown used to it, he just wants one different day. One different birthday.

Tony sighs and… smiles.

“Nevermind. Let’s go.”

This is the one Häagen-Dazs in their neighborhood that his mother has always loved. It’s very weird being here without her. She always ordered vanilla ice cream while he got chocolate, then they would try each other’s flavors.

Things just aren’t the same anymore.

“You can order anything you want, sir,” Jarvis tells him.

Tony’s eyes widen. “Hey, Jarvis, I have money with me.”

“Nonsense, today is a special day. You deserve all the ice cream you want.”

The young Stark would’ve declined, but Jarvis sounds so truthful that Tony can’t really contest it. With this, Tony gets an ice cream cone with chocolate and, this time, coffee. He’s eating it quietly while Jarvis briefly leaves, coming back with a handful of napkins.

“We don’t want Master Tony getting ice cream on his school uniform, do we?” Jarvis points out.

Oh, right. Tony forgot he’s still in uniform.

The butler usually stands on his feet with a blank face, ready for any demand. But now that it’s just Tony, Jarvis is… sitting with him? They’re facing one another? Jarvis is always so serious and formal. Well, he still calls the boy “sir” or “Master Tony”, but right now he’s the most casual Tony has seen him.

Tony eventually realizes something.

“You’re not going to get anything?”

Jarvis looks at him in confusion. “Pardon?”

“You don’t want any ice cream?”

“Oh, I’m fine.”

“No, come on. Try mine.”

“Really?” Jarvis smirks.

“Yeah, really. Well, I dunno if you like chocolate or coffee, but you gotta try it.”

“Why, thank you.”

Jarvis takes a very small bite with the paddle. He hums and seems content.

“You have great taste, Master Tony,” he compliments.

“You barely tasted anything!”

Jarvis’ grin is contagious, so much that Tony is laughing.

“Alright, alright.” He takes a slightly bigger piece. He hums again, pleased. “Like I said, you have great taste.”

“Told you,” Tony smiles.

They are quiet again.

Tony kind of misses the vanilla.

He could order it later, if he wants.

But is it going to be the same thing?

“How has school been, sir?” Jarvis asks, maybe noticing his smile falling.

“It’s fine.”

“Have you built anything?”

“Nothing interesting.”

“I’m sure everything you build is interesting.”

“Tell that to Dad.��

Tony feels terrible sounding so rude. But everything in his head decides to crash down and he’s not even able to apologize to his butler.

“... why?”

“Why what?” Jarvis raises an eyebrow.

“Why did you bring me here?” Tony doesn’t raise his voice, but he certainly still sounds bitter. “Did Mom and Dad ask you to? Or did you just feel sorry for me?”

Jarvis doesn’t react the same way. He’s completely calm. Tony doesn’t understand.

“It’s your birthday today, isn’t it?” The man says genuinely. Like there are no other intentions behind it. He really just wanted to be here with Tony. After all, he could just do his job and pretend the boy doesn’t exist.

But he’s being the most considerate out of the adults in his life.

Why?

“... you didn’t have to do this,” he says instead.

He definitely sounds ungrateful, but he feels so guilty.

Jarvis comes a little closer to say something only Tony should hear.

“Well, it’s your special day. You don’t need to be Tony Stark right now. You can be just Tony, a boy who likes ice cream.”

And that’s how Jarvis sees him. A boy named Tony. Just a boy.

That shuts him up for good.

There are so many feelings inside him…

But they’re not all that bad.

The party goes on like his parents intended. Tony is stuck with a lot of people that couldn’t care less, as usual.

But now… now Tony knows that at least one person in this world is rooting for him, in the back. Jarvis, of course, is working tonight. Still, every time he sees Tony, he gives him an encouraging smile that no one else notices.

Throughout the party, the boy finally realizes what he must do. The real words he wants to say.

It’s already over, only the staff and his parents are around to put everything away. Tony flees when nobody's looking, hiding something precious in his hands. Luckily, he finds Jarvis in the kitchen and he’s by himself.

“Pssst,” Tony tries to catch his attention, which works.

“Ah, hello, Master Tony. Do you need anything?”

“Actually…” Tony looks behind him. “I wanted to give you something.”

“I thought it was your birthday?” Jarvis jokes.

“Yeah, and I want you to have some cake.”

Even though it’s not really a present, Jarvis still looks surprised. He holds the cake like it’s a precious invention. Even though Tony didn’t really make it.

“Well, it’s fine if you don’t like it,” Tony rubs his own arm shyly. “I just wanted to say…”

He looks in so many directions, wanting to do one particular thing, but not sure if it’ll be unwelcome. And Jarvis is just there, looking at Tony like he’s a boy made of gold and not iron.

Finally, Tony looks behind them, checking if anyone is around.

Either way, he’ll be quick.

So… he does it.

“... thank you, Jarvis.”

Tony hugs Jarvis by his waist. For a brief moment, his mind tells him it’s going to go wrong. But before he can let go and pretend it never happened… Jarvis wraps an arm around him, patting his back. The other hand is probably still holding the cake. Even then, it’s so warm and welcoming that Tony could stay here forever.

“Always for you, sir.” He can tell Jarvis is smiling.

As much as home sucks… now Tony has a reason to come home.

#tony stark #edwin jarvis #dad jarvis #(is this a tag? lol)#abuse mention tw #neglect mention tw #fanfiction #fics #my fics #food mention

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hello-nichya-here · 1 year

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Why do you think Tywin had a much more negative reaction to Tyrion marrying Tysha than did to Jaime and Cersei's incestuous affair?

For a few reasons.

Tyrion is Tyrion

That one fact is always very present in Tywin's mind. Tyrion is a dwarf. He is barely considered human by most people, and in fact, many assumed he truly was some monstruous abomination when he was born.

He brings shame to the Lannisters just by existing, and his first action in this world was "murdering" his own mother - Tywin's wife, the one person he genuinely loved.

Tyrion could have been the best person in the whole world and the perfect heir - and in fact he IS Tywin's "true son" even more than Jaime due to how simmilar they are - and it still would not have mattered. He is Tyrion, therefore everything he does is wrong somehow, and requires a severe punishment.

Elitism

Cersei and Jaime's affair might be taboo, but it is still between two nobles, two Lannisters. Not to mention, the Targaryens used to marry brother to sister all the time, and Tywin grew up knowing that, sometimes, that kind of thing is excused and even seen as a sign of their basically divine right to rule - provided the family in question has enough power to get away with this.

Tyrion marrying a common girl is a completely different story. When we hear Jaime explaining their father's reasoning to Tyrion, we find out that Tywin is 100% sure Tysha was only marrying Tyrion for his money, not for genuine love, and therefore was no better than a whore.

From Tywin's perspective, Tyrion was an idiot who fell for the first woman - the first whore - that told him some sweet little lies, to the point that he would disgrace the entire family just to marry her.

Tywin sleeps with prostitutes, in fact, he even slept with Shae, Tyrion's replacement for his first wife. But he is discrete about it, and would never even dream of letting any of them to become anything more than just a whore he pays to pleasure him every now and then. Tyrion marrying a common girl (which again, means the same as whore in his mind) is not just shameful, it's a disaster.

Even in his brutal punishment for both of them, when he forces Tyrion to watch Tysha be raped and then do the same to her, Tywin has the guards pay her with copper coins, while Tyrion gives her gold one because a Lannister is worth more.

Open Defiance

While Jaime joining the Kings Guard (so he wouldn't be forced to marry another woman and be set away from his twin) was not at all in Tywin's plans and is definitively something he'd consider bellow his first-born, his heir, that is still a position of great honor, and one could easily imagine a man like Jaime being genuine when he says he'd rather be a fighter his whole life than have lands, a wife and children.

We also see Tywin spending YEARS trying to make Jaime break his vows, and even uses Tyrion's trial to achieve that. He went easier on his favorite son, yes, but he did NOT accept Jaime's choice, just like he didn't accept Tyrion's.

And there WAS a punishment for the twins. He took Cersei back to Casterly Rock with him, so they couldn't be together, at least not until Cersei was to marry the king - which she was fully willing to do, despite her love for Jaime, and their affair was a secret, which likely contribuited to Tywin sparing them a harsher punishment.

Tyrion meanwhile married Tysha completely behind his father's back, and anyone who knew Tywin would instantly know that he did NOT approve of this. This was Tyrion screaming that HE decided he'd live, not his father, and that shit just does not fly with a man like Tywin Lannister - hell, Cersei got a taste of that too when Tywin wanted to force her to marry again to try to silence the rumors of incest, despite her terrible experience with Robert making her understandably only want to be with Jaime, the man she chose for herself.

If you're Tywin's child, you do as you're told. You're his property. Which leads us to:

Loss of a potentially valluable asset

Tywin hates Tyrion. But that hatred never stopped him from using Tyrion's wit to his advantage, and he even had Tyrion marry Sansa to make sure the North would be under the control of house Lannister.

Sure, the fact that he is a dwarf made it harder for Tyrion to be "useful" when it came to marriage (hell, he was often offered to families as an insult) but it was not at all impossible.

Not until Tyrion went and married a girl that had literally nothing to offer to house Lannister. No lands, no money, no allies, no influence, no great historical relevance, nothing. Just an "ambitious whore" who forgot her place, and is giving a ton of happiness for the deformed monster that killed Tywin's wife.

Once again, compare that to Cersei marrying the freaking king, and Jaime taking an oath that was bellow him but still honorable and a reason for pride, and tell me which of his kids Tywin will be mad at.

#asks #tywin meta #tywin lannister #tyrion lannister #rape mention #tyrion meta #ableism #elitism #misogyny

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Get ready for the show : Morpheus x reader x Corinthian x Hob

Request: On the writing prompt would you be able to do: 127, 136 and 137 with Lord Morpheus and Reader please?

127: What are you listening to? 136: Give me back my phone 137: You're an asshole.

The show was about to start and I was spending the last free couple of minutes backstage getting ready. Being an acting school student come with a lot of benefits like the countless amount of imaginations and bringing your ideas to life in the most unexpected ways, but it’s all compensated with the drawbacks. However crazy it may be, no matter how many plays I’ve been in I always got stage-fright. There was just something creepy about going on the stage and having people watch you. All eyes on you, on your every move, each facial expression and body language. Surely, if I were to make a mistake in the text or any other detail most of the audience would not even notice but sill… It was all inside my head.

Each and every one of the actors developed one’s own technique of relaxation before the performance. Some of my friends were meditating, some other taking a walk and breathing deeply. Mine was music. Any kind to be honest, depending on what I needed. Some days it was rock to keep my blood flowing, some other melodic pop I was vibing to…. I did not really have a specifically created playlist, keeping my tag open. Today I was listening to something new, recently discovered and with my eyes closed and hearing focused on the tone I did not notice someone coming from behind.

“YN!” someone shook my arm to bring me back from my transe

“What? Oh, sorry, I did not hear you coming, Ally.”

“Yeah, I wonder why” my costar rolled her eyes in a funny way “there’s someone who would like to see you before the play.”

“Who?” I frowned. “I’m not expecting anyone.”

“I can just tell him to stand back and leave you alone.”

“Him?”

“Yes, my friend. It’s a man. Very handsome one if you ask me. Is there anything you would like to tell me about your life apart from the theatre?”

“Nope. I’m not gossiping. And like I said I don’t know anyone who would want to talk to me …..”

“Seems like you got yourself a secret admirer then” she laughed and her eyes glistened “but if you don’t want him I would be more than glad to…..”

“Stop it, you flirt, let him in. I’m gonna see with my own eyes.”

*** “So, you are the star of the show.” Casually dressed, blond man came backstage acting like he owned the place.

“That’s a bit of exaggeration. And what the hell are you doing here Corinthian. Isn’t it enough that you hunt my dreams? Now you are whetting the appetite to dominate my waking hours? And you scared my friend.”

“She did not look scared. Fascinated, to say the least.

“Why are you here? “ I turned towards him, still in my chair.

“Can’t I come to visit my friend and wish her good luck?”

“Sure you can. So, where is said friend?”

“YN.”

“You started it.” I shrugged. “You are a nightmare in human form, so don’t blame me for getting suspicious every time you become too friendly.”

“This is an exception from the rule” Corinthian sat down next to me pointing to my earbuds “What are you listening to?”

“You can check for yourself. Suit yourself.” I handed him the case and he was more than eager to take one earphone and enjoy some music. “Does …..?” I started forming a question but he read my mind and stopped me in the middle of the sentence.

“Don’t ruin it. We are having nice time, don’t we?”

“But….”

“Don’t.” he warned me again

“What are you two doing here?”

“Oh, great, see what you did?” Corinthian turned towards me with pretension in the voice

“Me? Low blow, Cor. If you didn’t show up uninvited there would be no problem now”

“Oh, that hurt. Right in the heart”

“I call bullshit. You don’t have heart, just a dagger there.”

“Even daggers can be useful. And I came with best intentions.”

“You mentioned that. However, it would be wise to ask your lord for permission first.”

“I don’t ask….”

“Quiet!” Morpheus chimed in, the only way he knew how. Coldly, harshly, putting on his most fearful expression which did nothing neither to me nor to Corinthian.

“Hmm, I don’t know if we can do that….” I stated looking at the Nightmare “do you?”

“Me neither. We were just having a little bit of fun and …..”

“Hold your tongues! Nightmares do not have fun. Especially with humans. You shall be punished”

“Why?” I asked tilting my head

“Excuse me?”

“Why should he be punished? It’s not like he did anything wrong. Just came for support.”

“Now you are taking my side?” Corinthian was surprised

“Will you be quiet, I’m trying to help you, you fool.” I scoffed my friend “And you know, you can join us if you like, Dream Lord. Just let me…. HEY! Give me back my phone, Morpheus!” I stood up trying to reach my devise which was now in the hands of Dream Lord, who was absolutely oblivious what it was. “You don’t know how to use it! You’ll break it and it was not cheap!” I was not jumping doing to best to retrieve it.

“What are you doing?” he asked coldly eyeing me suspiciously

“Just give me back my phone!” I repeated

“You mean this thing?”

“Yes, this thing!”

“How do you use it? I presume you were using it for entertainment?”

“Yes, we were listening to music. “ I sighed giving up on my efforts and putting hand out instead “may I please ask you to return my property to me, King Morpheus?” putting on the most noble and abject tone was my last bargaining chip and luckily it worked just enough “thank you, my Lord. Now, since you two decided to ruin my relaxing moment before performance and waste the rest of spare time I had, I must kindly ask you to get the hell out since I need to go on stage.”

“I’m not going anywhere” Cor said. “I’m pretty comfortable here. And if you’re late your friend will come looking for you, so….

“You’re an asshole, you know?” I rolled my eyes at him

“And I fit right in the Waking” he grinned a perfect smile

“Dream Lord. I believe one of your subjects may be causing a bit of a mayhem.” I smirked turning to Morpheus “shall you be disobeyed?”

“YN!”

“What?”

“How can you be so two-faced?”

“Well, I learned from the best.”

“You surely don’t mean me?”

“Of course I mean you, you fool. You are a nightmare! The most deceitful being that ……”

“QUIET!” Oh, our little cat was now jealous and craving attention. “We shall return to the Dreaming immediately.” Dream reached for his sand.

“I got a better idea…..” I tapped my chin “you two can stay.”

“I don’t understand you, YN” Cor shook his head

“That’s cause I’m a woman and you are stupid. You two can stay. WITHOUT causing drama. I think you will like the show. After all, you like stories, don’t you Dream?”

“What is it about?”

“Oh, you know, some modern variation of a Shakespeare play. Some little bird told me you were quite familiar with him back at the time.” Dream stayed silent while Corinthian was just grinning sensing where I was coming with this sentence. “And there’s one more little thing that may convince you.”

“And what may that be?”

“Hob’s coming. He would be more than happy to see you.”

“I don’t want to see him. Our next meeting is in a century.”

“Right… You know, maybe I will talk to him about what you just said. I bet he will be sad. Maybe this time he will stood you up….”

“How dare you…..?! I did not……”

“Did you ever explained it to him?”

“No.” “Then who has leverage here, Dream.”

“Use your words carefully, dreamer.” He took a step closer but I did not waver even in the slightest. We both…. I mean, the three of us, including Corinthian knew who has dealing the cards and it certainly was not Dream, even if he acted so confident.

“I shall stay. “

“I’m really glad we reached an agreement. So you just watch your nightmare and … oh, wait. I just got a text from Hob. He’s already here, so …. Dream, wait! Where are you going?!” Morpheus rushed towards the seats at the speed of light “you forgot Corinthian! Oh, shit!”

“Break a leg, my friend” Corinthian grinned following Dream Lord and leving me with an upcoming call from Hob.

"You did not tell me HE was going to be here!"

"Well, I did not know and I did not wish for it. HE is socially maladjusted, so you know....No that I invited him. Is there any problem however?"

"Not with HIM. But the other one? He's acting crazy, sit too close and won't let his eyes off me...."

"Seems like you have a type then, Hob." I sighed in desperation

"YN! Take the other one back so I can hold hands with......"

"Enjoy the show, Hob! See you later!"

Now all I was left with was foolish hope none of those men will turn my show into shit. Out of three there were at least two too many.

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