#well i guess there was two weeks ago where i cried on him for an hour

[mkscatgirl]

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[blarshwritezz]

Yandere Clone x Reader

Male Yan x gn reader

TW - general yandere behavior, torture, manipulation

Clone!Yan wasn't even supposed to exist. If only your boyfriend had never agreed to that stupid experiement.

It was sketchy, but paid hella good money, and the two of you were going through hard times. You guys really needed the cash. Especially since he was starting to consider proposing.

You told him it was too risky. You told him there were much better ways to make money. Safer ways. But he was blinded by all those zeros. 10 million sure does motivate someone. Even you were considering joining in too.

The day he left for it, you nearly cried. It's been a long time since you had to spend a night without him.

But finally, he came back a week later! Something was just...different. When he held you, he seemed stronger than usual. He seemed to blink less, and stare at you more. He was getting very jealous very easily. Sure he had some slight jealousy issues before he went off, but it wasn't ever this bad...

At first, you considered it side effects of whatever those awful people did, or that it was just because he missed you. But it only seemed to get worse...

You'd notice him eating less, exercising less, doing everything he usually did less...

He used the money from the experiment to buy the two of you a lovely little home somewhere peaceful. Nothing fancy, the two of you didn't need too much. Just a quaint little home in the suburbs.

In that home, you realized there was always this suspicious locked room. When you asked him about it, he just said, "Oh, that? Yeah, I think it's pretty weird too. I guess the previous owners just locked it and forgot to give us the key."

Lately, he's seemed pretty dismissive when you were worried.

But some nights, you swore you heard strange noises coming from that room. Things like scratching, muffled screams, faint groans, and even whispers of your name.

One night, you had enough. It was one of those rare nights where your boyfriend would get up, presumably to use the restroom or get a glass of water, and not return for over an hour.

Silently, you crept down the hall. The door to that room was slightly ajar, the light of the moon peaking out. You got just close to peak in and what you saw was not only horrifying but confusing as well.

There was your boyfriend, holding a bloody pen, standing above...himself? But a grotesque and mutilated version of himself.

You backed away in horror, only to crash into something behind you, making a loud noise. Nearly instantly, your "boyfriend" was at the door staring at you.

"Oh dear, my lovely [Y/N]...you weren't supposed to see this yet. It was going to be a surprise." The man spoke, a twisted grin on his face. "I guess now I have to tell you early."

He grabbed your arm and dragged you into the room. No matter how much you struggled, no matter how strong you were, he was more powerful. His bruising grip could have broken your bone, but he was being oh so careful with you.

"You see, my dearest, this man you called your boyfriend was just pathetic...he didn't have the balls to give you everything you deserve. But I can. I can be perfect for you. I'm him, but better in every way." He whispered, his cold breath against your neck as he held you tight and forced you to look at the man who could hardly be recognized as your sweet boyfriend.

"I won't ever age, or change, or ever go against you. Why, I was made for you..."

You were so confused, and he could tell. But your words were stuck in your throat. It was a good thing he could read you so well.

"Don't you remember? All those months ago, the experiment? The scientists who created me needed a dumb test monkey down on their luck, and your old boyfriend was perfect for that role. They took his skin, his blood, his hair, every bit of DNA they could to make me. The only thing missing was the transference of subconscious, and well, the only thing he could think of was you. So naturally, the only thing I can think of, is you~"

He wrapped his artificial arms around your waist tightly, making sure you didn't fall over. You felt like you would be sick...

"Unfortunately, I have to keep him alive. If he dies, I will too. But I recently decided to take out his eyes. That way he'll never get to see you again. Only I should have such an honor."

He started kissing your neck, making you feel even more disgusted. Right in front of you was your beloved boyfriend, the very one you hoped to spend your life with, turned to this shell of what he once was. You could hardly even see his skin tone beneath all the blood.

"Don't worry, just rest. You'll never have to see that failure again..." With those last few words, he covered your mouth with a cloth. You were already paralyzed in fear, too terrified to fight back this time.

He watched you for the rest of the night...and the next day...and the next night, and the next day, and the next night. Never once were you free from the thing that claimed to be your boyfriend.

Or rather, husband now. He was so glad you finally agreed! Not that you had much of a choice.

Yea, feeling this one! Different style than usual, woo!

[toomanystoriessolittletime]

a bubble

Summary: A supply run gone wrong turned into a stay in an abandoned lake lodge neither you or Joel are in a rush to leave.

Pairing: Joel Miller x fem. reader

Wordcount: 1.7k

Rating: E

Warnings: smut (unprotected sex, oral f receiving, public sex (kinda), cum play), Joel bathing naked in a lake and being a menace, teasing, mentions of a gun wound

beta'd by the lovely @wheresarizona 💞

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You awoke with a gasp, the nightmare you were having still lingering in the back of your mind as you tried to fill your lungs with air. 

You took some deep breaths as you calmed down. 

You weren’t there. 

You were here. 

You were safe. 

Slowly you turned to your side, the bed beneath you creaking as your eyes found the sky through the dirty window. It looked like it was still early, the sun only rising. 

The warm air that came through the crack of the window at this hour already made you miss the luxury of A/C. God, how you took it for granted back then. You took way too many things for granted before the outbreak. 

You sighed, trying to hear if he was awake. 

You still don’t exactly know what made you agree to go on this supply run with Joel Miller. Maybe the fact that he specifically asked you. Why? Your guess was your talent as a sharpshooter. 

But the longer you spend here, in this…. Lodge with him, the more you were questioning his motives. Not that you were complaining. 

This not planned stay at this what used to be a very luxurious lake lodge back in the day wasn’t the worst way to spend your time. It certainly was better than the QZ. 

You and Joel had run into some… complications that ended with him being shot in his left shoulder almost…. Fuck, almost a month ago?

Had it really been that long? Time was a weird concept when you weren’t living but surviving. 

Finally getting out of bed, you got dressed and went downstairs. There was a cup of coffee waiting for you on the kitchen island, and a smile sneaked to your face. This was so domestic. Something you hadn’t ever really experienced, but the books you read painted a clear picture for you.

After Joel got shot, you had found this place that seemed like a time capsule. Everything layered in thick dust but untouched. The pantry had been fully stocked, and the moment you had found not one but three packages of coffee, you might have cried. 

Joel was still teasing you for it, but you did not care. 

The kitchen had a gas stove that still worked, and you were sure your moan at the first sip of coffee in… fuck 12 years could be heard all the way back to QZ.

The first week consisted of eating pop tarts that were surprisingly still edible and letting Joel heal. You stitched him up (pretty badly, you might add) and redressed his bandages every day. He wanted to leave as soon as possible, but the wound on his shoulder got infected, and he became feverish. Thankfully you had found some old antibiotics in one of the bathrooms. And even though he’d been good for the last two weeks, you both weren’t in a rush to leave. 

Now that you thought about it, he hadn’t even mentioned leaving.

Okay, it could also have to do with the way Joel had fucked you on every surface of this house. 

You didn’t even know how exactly it happened the first time, but fuck, you weren’t complaining. The sheer precision and ruthlessness with how he was playing your body was something you had never experienced before. 

Not that you had much experience to begin with. 

Sighing to yourself, you took a sip of the lukewarm coffee, wondering where the man went. You had fallen asleep next to him, but he never was there in the morning. 

Once he had been well enough to walk around, he had made sure that the area around was safe. He even found a fucking turkey you had eaten for an entire week. 

Slowly you opened the front door, stepping onto the porch that wrapped around the whole building. The view was spectacular, the blue water in the lake in front of you looking like a postcard surrounded by tall, beautiful trees. 

Nobody would know that the world lay in scrambles just a few miles down the road. 

You hadn’t seen anyone since you got here. 

You were living in a bubble. A bubble you weren’t in a rush to get out of.

Drinking your coffee, you let your eyes wander through the landscape until it came to a stop down the bed of the lake. Joel was there and, from what you could see, shirtless. 

Setting the cup down, you carefully took the many steps down towards the lake (these were 15-year-old wooden steps, after all), making sure to make some noise so he wouldn’t be startled and trying to kill you (he was still sorry he hurt you the first morning after you tried waking him up). You saw him turning his head towards you before he focused back on his task. Which was apparently bathing himself. You could see white foam on his shoulder as he rubbed over his skin.

He wasn’t only shirtless, he was buttnaked, his back towards you, standing in the lake up to the middle of his upper thighs. Slowing your steps and carefully sitting down, you gave yourself permission to enjoy the view. His back was broad, and you could see the almost healed scratch marks you had left on his back. There were other healed marks scattered all over his body, too, the most recent being the poorly stitched gun wound on his upper arm. 

Your head tilted to the side as you let your eyes run down his body, lingering on his ass. He might be in his fifties, but damn, was he in shape. 

He cleared his throat. 

“You just gonna sit there and stare?” he asked, and you looked up at him, finding him looking at you. His hair was wet and clinging to his forehead. His upper body was partially turned towards you, and you could see his happy trail. There wasn’t a smile per se on his lips, but it was the closest he would give to one. 

“It’s the closest thing I have to porn, so yeah,” you shrugged, crossing your legs. His head turned away, and you saw his shoulder shake with a chuckle as his hands ran over his body to wash the soap you had found in the house off his body.

He turned his body towards you, water running down his chest, and you bit your bottom lip. You followed the water dripping down his body, his cock already half-hard.

“Get in here,” he said, and you raised your eyebrow. 

“What? No,” you shook your head. 

“Scared anyone will see you?” he teased, and you rolled your eyes. 

“Yeah. I’m pretty sure the raccoon that saw you fucking me on the porch yesterday is scarred for life,” you joked. 

“If you’re not getting in here, I’m coming over,” he said. 

“If that’s your attempt at a threat, you gotta do better than that, old man,” you smirked. He splashed some water at you, making you giggle before he stepped out of the water and walked towards you. 

“Old man, huh?” he asked, and you nodded. 

“I’m gonna show you what this old man can do.”

He had you kneeling on the steps by the lake, your weight resting on your hands on the steps in front of you, his hands on your thighs as his tongue licked through your folds, humming against you. 

“Taste so fucking good,” he mumbled, his hand slapping your ass once. You looked over your shoulder just as he got up, stepping closer. He kept his eyes on you as he lined his cock up, teasing the head through your folds before he slowly filled you until his hips were flush against your body. Both of his hands were on your hips, his fingers digging into your skin, holding you in place, as he groaned lowly. 

And then he began to move. 

You let your head fall down between your shoulders, moaning quietly as he moved inside of you. Thrusting in and out slowly as if he had all the time in the world. He was everywhere, and you never wanted him to stop. You never wanted to go back to not having him like that.

His hands ran up your body, both of his hands grabbing one of your breasts as he pulled you up against his chest, fucking up into you. His beard scratched over your shoulder, making you shiver, his lips sucking on your neck.

“Make me cum,” you moved your hips against him, and he bit into your neck, making you shriek. He chuckled against you, his hands playing with your breasts as he fucked you faster. 

“So demanding,” he grunted against your neck, but you could feel his smile against your skin. 

You couldn’t wait for the day you actually got to see that smile. 

“Make me cum, and you get to cum on my face,” you moaned, turning your head towards him. He hissed a low “fuck” before he kissed you. 

He had you moaning his name within the next minute, your walls squeezing him so fucking tight as you came that he had to think of the steps to clean his gun to stop himself from cumming right then and there. 

“Good fuckin’ girl,” he hummed against your ear. 

“Gonna cum,” he grunted, and you turned around, kneeling in front of him after he pulled out just in time so he could pump his cock and paint your face in his cum. You hummed, opening your eyes, winking playfully at him. 

“Fuck,” he groaned, and you let your tongue dart out, catching some of his cum with it, swallowing it. 

“That is the closest fucking thing I have to porn,” he shook his head, and you grinned. You let him help you on your feet, his eyes not leaving your face. 

“I think I’ll take that bath in the lake now,” you said, patting his chest.

You hadn’t even taken two steps before his arms wrapped around you, pulling you towards the lake.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for saying tomy dad he doesn't knows how to use the damn washing machine?

🎣 So I can find it later

Me (transmasc, 25) live with my parents. This is something they suggested me after I had a breakup with someone abusive, before someone jumps at my neck for living with them, immediately voting that I am the asshole. No they don't respect either my name or my pronouns, that's how bad the relationship was. I also pay a fixed amount per month that's about half of my salary+do more complex house chores. This was a while ago when mom had just given birth.

My dad is pretty big at fishing, and gets his fishing clothes pretty dirty. Fishy smell, dirt, grass, dirty water, you know the drill. Fishes a shitton of fishes and sell it for some extra money. I think it's important to mention his salary isn't bad, it's actually about 7 times the minimum wage here, he just spends in a lot of stuff he doesn't needs like getting a lot of toys for the younger sibling, a lot of fishing material he doesn't uses, paying for bills he made back when he exchanged our house for a farm and then got absolutely ridden in debt from farm expenses because he thought everything would be perfect like in those farm movies. And then had to exchange the farm again in a worse house and still pay back some money, getting pets he can't pay for the expenses like about 15-20 native birds (that are illegal btw) and canaries that cost some real money because they eat specialized food and fresh fruit+medicine. I think it's also important to mention that when I was younger my mom and him fought at least one time per month about his fishing habits that were like, leave on Friday and coke back either sunday night or monday morning. Now they're much more tamer usually capping off at one day, but still are frequent, like at least one time per week.

Now to the real deal: mom always washes his clothes, but in this specific time I was doing laundry because she just was cut open with a C-section to have the twins because of an emergency with the babies .Twins weren't home yet but it was not like she could do anything, so I was doing laundry, organizing my siblings chores (15F, 13M, 4F), taking care of the younger one, unfortunately overwhelmed from being the mom. And dad just leaves to fishing every weekend like it's no biggie and leaves their children to just fend for themselves I guess if I wasn't here. So I am making food, making chores and all of that, real mama chores including dealing with the very moody 4yo that isn't happy dad isn't home and mom can't get out of the bed and cried from about anything that mildly inconveniences her.

Then he comes home from fishing and tuck his dirty clothes god knows where, and one week later finds it again and starts bitching about how no one washed his fishing outfit and I, very tired, very overwhelmed and very stressed, say to him "why, don't you know how to use the damn washing machine?" And he gets like, really offended and says he won't even answer me do he won't offend me, and in my tired state I just answer that all he needs to do is to throw it there with soap and turn it on, he could do that and he gets more mad and storms off to fish (again yes, leaving my mom with basically a recovering surgery with the kids.)

Another detail is that a year before he did the same thing but mom had left for some christian stuff for two weeks, and when I asked him if he could load the washing machine so I could finish fixing lunch, he told me he didn't know how to use it and I taught him. He's 45. It's one of those washing machines with literally everything written on them on how to use.

I also should clarify that he's not mentally disabled or physically disabled, if the fishing trips weren't enough clue for his overall wellness. Mom acted as I should bend to his will and just washes the clothes because it's not worth fighting. My 15yo sister is with me because he makes her clean the sink he uses to clean the fishes every time he fishes. Mom is mad at both of us because we're tearing this family apart and we should just accept dad as he is and do what he says.

Tldr: AITA for asking my dad if he doesn't knows how to do the laundry even after I taught him to do so?

What are these acronyms?

[whydoyoucare866]

The Night We Met

PAIRINGS:

Titans! Jason todd x reader

SUMMARY:

Bruce has taken in Jason Todd as his youngest son and the new robin some months ago, Bruce's goddaughter also came back to Gotham after being away for a year.

Some months after meeting Jason she starts a friends with benefits relationship with him, suddenly Jason has to move to the Titans tower and two weeks later Bruce sends her too, but, why is Jason ignoring her and acting like he doesn't know her and why does it get worse when Rose Wilson arrives to the tower??

A/N: I finally figured out a song to base this chapter off, I’m sorry I went so off with their conversation and didn’t really get anywhere with it, I just really want them to bond and I don’t think ahead of writing I just start and see where it takes me, I know this can be really boring but I want this to be a LONG fic and a slow burn and that can’t happen if the whole plot happens in two chapters so bare with me please!

TWS: slow burn, angst, blood, canon violence, mentions of death, anxiety, jealousy, friends to friends with benefits to enemies to lovers?, maybe death of a main character (haven't decided yet) change of plot

Keep in mind that English is not my first language, I also know nothing about guns, human anatomy or fighting in the language so I'm sorry if I make a lot of mistakes

Gif credits to Titanstv on Pinterest

Story Masterlist / Main Masterlist

You felt a throbbing pain in your head and started slowly opening your eyes and becoming aware of your surroundings, you were trying to figure out how long you had slept for since according to the sky it was night now and you didn't know if it was the next day now or if you had just slept some hours, now that you think of it, you didn't actually remember falling asleep either, well thats what happens when you cry too much after not sleeping for two days i guess, you decided that you would really love a glass of water right now and started making your way to the kitchen, you hoped no one was awake or at home, after your whole emotional moment with Bruce and Alfred you realized how embarrassing it had been to cry your heart out in front of someone who did not even know you and how much of a big deal you had made things that seriously were not that deep, then you cried more of embarrassment, and then you realized how much of a baby you were being, and realized you were really sleep deprived and really needed some sleep.

You arrived to the kitchen and just as luck would have it, there was no other than Jason Todd, the guy who had to awkwardly witness a girl he didn't know sob her eyes out but while thinking about it you realized that making it a bigger deal than it was would only make it actually embarrassing and would probably ruin any chance of friendship with that guy so you decided that you would let it go and it had never happened.

Jason didn't acknowledge you at all, he was too concentrated on eating what he had cooked for himself earlier and honestly he didn't seem like a very social guy so you just let him be.

You reached for a glass but then decided that maybe you should grab a thermos so you could bring it to your room and not have to make your way over to the kitchen every time you were thirsty, the noise made Jason acknowledge you but he just gave you a nod while he looked at you and you just returned it, you went to fill the water and you could still feel Jason staring at you, the environment was really awkward and Jason looked like he wanted to say something, or maybe he just wanted you to leave, well, this was your chance to talk to him, if he didn't want to talk to you back then you would just let him be, no harm in trying to make friends in your own home.

"Aren't you supposed to be out there with Bruce?" you asked him

He shook his head and pointed to his ribcage "got stabbed, Bruce wouldn't allow me to go back out there"

"Huh, how'd you get stabbed?" you asked not being bothered by it, you were used to these kind of things

"Harley" he said nonchalantly

"Oh" you said and nodded at him

"Mhm"

"I thought she hadn't been active in a while?" I said, Dick had told me before he left Bruce that Harley hadn't made an appearance in almost a year and it looked like she might want redemption.

"Yeah but Joker was put back in Arkham some months ago, we thought they had broken up but turns out it was just an act and she was just plotting something to try and get him out or get revenge or something like that, and well i may be skilled but Harley is Harley" he said taking bites of his food.

"Yeah I get you, even I am scared of going against Harley"

"You are? haven't you beaten her like a lot of times?"

"Yeah but miss girl is not just crazy and skilled but she's also in LOVE like not cutesy love, but maniac love that's a dangerous combination" you said in an exaggerated way to get your point across.

"I wouldn't call that love" he said while shaking his head before taking another bite of his food which you had no idea what it was.

"Then what would you call it?"

"Obsession I guess, she's like obsessed with him, she would throw herself against chemicals that will probably kill her if he asked for it... oh wait she already did"

"Yeah, poor girl would give her life for someone who just manipulates her and uses her”

"I mean yeah, but I wouldn't call her poor she's still a psycho" he shrugged.

"Maybe, but she's in love, even if you wouldn't call it that i think i would, its not a healthy love but she just loves him in a really obsessive unhealthy way, also if you see it in a way, we are psychos as well" i say before taking a sip of my water.

"What do you mean?" he asked as he sipped what must be coffee from a mug and looked at me curiously.

"Well, what kind of people just beats up other people every night?"

"Well yeah, but we only beat criminals and people who deserve it, they actually kill" he said trying to defend his point.

"I mean, yeah they may kill and we don't, but what's worse? dying or being paralyzed and basically tortured for life?"

"What do you mean?" he frowned and tilted his head a bit, he was intrigued in the conversation now.

"Well do you honestly think everyone will just be fine after being thrown around and beaten up until the point where you know if you give one more punch they'll die? I mean even professional fighters get brain paralysis or quadriplegic or like vegetative state from a bad blow and they have like precautions in those fights, now imagine in a fight where there's no precautions and the only stop sign is either them going unconscious or them not being able to move or them being a step away from death keep in mind that the criminals that you beat sometimes aren't trained or don't even know how to fight like regular thieves and shit, im obviously not talking about criminals like Ivy or Harley and stuff and a lot of the vigilantes have actually killed at least one person, maybe not intentionally but yeah" I explained to him.

"Huh, I guess if you think about it like that you're right" he nodded and took one last bite out of his plate

"Of course I am, I"m always right" I smiled at him

"Sure you are" he rolled his eyes in a playful way and stood up to wash his dirty dishes.

"I am!" I say pretending to be offended

"Uh huh, whatever you say" he smiled at me, "well, uhm its pretty late and I guess I should try to get some sleep, so see you tomorrow, I guess" he said before starting to head out of the kitchen.

"Sure, goodnight" I said to him.

"Night" He replied before finally leaving the kitchen.

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[green-eyes-white-feathers]

Regrets and Lost Love.

Vox climbed over fallen rocks and bricks. He had come here to gloat over his nemesis, but this was getting ridiculous. 

“The things I do…” He grumbles. 

He brushes some dirt off his pants, and pulls himself up to the ruined radio tower. The ladder is a little rickety, but it’s usable. 

“Alastor?” He calls out. “Are you up here?” 

Nothing answers Vox. He sighs loudly. “You can’t hide! You fucking loser!”

A pained groan sounds from behind him. Vox whips around to see Alastor, huddled in a corner with his arms clutched around his chest. 

“Alastor?!” Vox kneels next to the demon. 

Alastor hisses at him as his ears pin back. “What are you doing here, Vox-“ His voice sounded odd without the radio filter, “-come to gloat?”

Vox hesitated for just a second- but that was more than enough for Alastor to catch on. 

Alastor starts to chuckle, then cackle, but he’s cut off by a wet cough. Blood drips from his mouth and his sclera bleeds black. 

“…Al?” Vox says. “Wait-“

Vox sighs frustratedly and scribbles out his words. The bar where he sat was dimly lit, and his seat was beginning to feel uncomfortable. Alastor, humming softly, was sitting on the couch and twirling his staff that Vox had commissioned from Rosie a few weeks ago. 

“Would you like to dance?” Alastor asks out of nowhere. 

“I- what?” Vox looks up from his work. 

Alastor snaps his fingers, and soft music plays from the candy apple red radio. “Would you like to dance?” He repeats. 

Vox fights down a blush. “I-I don’t know how to,” The demon admits. 

Alastor hums. “That’s alright, I can teach you.” He offers a hand to Vox, who accepts. 

Alastor guides one of Vox’s hands to his waist. Alastor puts his hand up on Vox’s shoulder. The tv demon, knowing this part, clasps their hands together. 

“Uh…what do we do now…?” Vox asks. 

“Step to the left,” Alastor instructs. “Then, cross your right foot over it.”

Vox focuses on Alastor’s feet and matches the steps. 

“Once more.”

Alastor’s ears flick against the screen of Vox’s head. “Okay, now reverse.”

Eventually, Vox gets the hang of it. They step in time to the music, and Vox leads them in a slow circle. 

…Two hearts connected by one beat…

…Your hand in mine and…

Sweet guitar fills the room. Alastor leans his head on Vox’s chest and moves his hands so they cup the back of Vox’s neck. Vox cradles the smaller demon in his arms. 

“I could never choose to love another…” Vox softly sings the closing lines of the song. 

“Maybe one day I could’ve learned to love you too.” Alastor smiles, a real smile. Vox had learned to tell the difference a long time ago. Alastor’s real smile was soft. It wasn’t like the pasted-on grin the world saw. 

“No, no, no! Please!” Vox pleads, but he knows it is far too late. 

The light faded from his love’s eyes and Alastor slumped against the wall. His lifeless eyes stared past Vox, and the hand Vox held fell limp. 

Vox sobs, the mockery of tears filling his screen. “Please…” He cries, to no avail. There is no one to hear his words. 

Vox’s heart shatters into a million shards of blood and tears and glass. He mourns for the love he almost had, for the loss of the person closest to his heart, for his one true constant in this hellscape. 

He gently closes Alastor’s eyes. Now it seems as though the demon is just sleeping- no. Alastor never looked this peaceful when he slept. 

Vox slides his arms underneath Alastor’s cooling body and stands. He teleports out of the ruined tower and walks through the rubble to the Morningstars and their friends. The princess is hugging her girlfriend while the porn star and the cat share a hug as well. Lucifer stands to the side. 

Charlie- that’s her name right?- turns around and spots Vox. 

“Vox?!” She stands in front of him, looking lost as she stares at Alastor’s bloodied body. “Wh…what happened? Did you do this?”

Vox shakes his head frantically. “I-I would never! He was in his tower…I guess Adam hit him harder than we thought. He…he bled out.”

Tears gather at the edges of Charlie’s eyes. “No…”

Vaggie runs to her girlfriend’s side. “Charlie- oh…”

One by one, the group gathers around Vox and Alastor. Charlie hides her face in Vaggie’s arms. Husker looks conflicted while Nifty full-on sobs. 

“I’m sorry,” Vox says. 

“What were his last words?” Charlie asks softly. 

“I couldn’t hear what he said,” Vox lies. “He was…coughing up a lot of blood.”

Charlie cries harder, soaking Vaggie’s shoulder. 

~~~~~~~~

The dark red coffin is slowly lowered into the ground with Lucifer’s magic. Charlie sniffles softly, and even Angel has to turn away. 

Vox stands a little separate from the group and watches Lucifer use his magic to fill the grave with dirt. 

Slowly, the other members leave the small courtyard, with Vaggie leading her girlfriend away, and Husk scooping up Nifty and leaving with Angel. Eventually, only Lucifer and Vox are left at the grave’s side. 

Lucifer slips by Vox with a low whisper of, “Don’t stay for too long. It’ll hurt more.”

Vox doesn’t respond, instead choosing to stare at the tombstone. 

It was carved out of granite to look like an old radio.

Alastor 

“I could never choose to love another; maybe one day I could learn to love you too.” - We Become We

Vox had chosen the inscription himself, though it took many tries to get a readable version. 

He knelt by the grave. 

“Hey.” God, he sounded so stupid. But this was the only way to get closure. He would never find closure. It hurt too much. “I miss you. I’m sorry I couldn’t save you.”

He placed the broken staff and a few flowers. A pink carnation, a cyclamen, a purple hyacinth, and a sprig of rosemary. 

Vox stands and brushes off his coat. He stares down at the freshly turned dirt and flowers. 

“I love you,” He whispers. “I’m sorry.”

~~~~~~~~

[alien-magnolia]

Omg thank you for the emojis bc that’s how I communicate AHHHH

🌙(🦎) x 🍄fem reader

🍂🧚🌻(degrading, praise at the end)✨🌼🤍(kink)

Plot: bratty reader edges him for a week, talks back, taunts him for not “pleasing her right” how she can do it herself etc just to rile him up bc she missed him being that way

Thanks so much for sending in a request, babes. 🖤🖤This turned out to be more than a short blurb, but it came out well me thinks :)

Poison

Fic description: Hyperfeminine reader subby! + dom!jake sully. Reader is bit of a bimbo! Teases him a bit until he snaps. Corruption / innocence kink!, Pregnancy!kink, bj, overstim, bratting, praise/degradation!kink

“Babygirl. Come on…,” Jake sighs, as he chases you through the forest, unaware of where you were headed. To be honest, he was tired. Tired of your shenanigans. You’d been slowly, ever so slowly, tearing him apart all week.

~ Twelve days ago ~ Eclipse

He was exhausted, all day under the scalding Pandoran sun. He had hoped that you had not gotten yourself into trouble while he was gone. You were his world, the love of his life, yet you could be so, so, goddamn stupid, as he likes to put it.

You were naive at times, almost borderline childish. You loved to stop and look at all the pretty flowers, constantly confused with directions for the forest, unaware of what to wear and what not to wear, You had such a bubbly, sickeningly sweet personality. You had Jake poisoned with you, in the best way possible.

You loved to be his good girl. Loved it. Sometimes, you felt that he was too gentle with you. Ever since the two of you have mated, he’s just gotten soft. In your opinion. Now — you did love it when he praised you, attacked your face with kisses, and more! Jake, of course, would love to hear those little giggles that came out of your mouth when he did that.

This week, you’ve gotten bored. You wanted more. More — that you thought he couldn’t give you. He used to give you more. You remember all those times he bent you over like a cow, and rutted into you until you cried, until your body hurt.

That is how you did not hear him come home, at this very minute. You were busy. Very busy. All day, you spent time on the floor of your hut, top of the trees where no other Na’vi can see you, pumping your tiny fingers into yourself. You were doing it at the moment, completely oblivious that Jake had just arrived back, tired from a hunt.

You were teetering over the edge, perhaps you were so needy this week because your heat may have been approaching. Either way, the sound of his voice shocked you back into reality.

“Babygirl,” his tone deep, voice slow. He stands before you, a new scar on his big, heaving chest. “What do you think you’re doing, huh, kid?,” he asks, stepping closer to you slowly. You knew his rule. You broke it.

“What’s daddy’s rule, huh? Repeat it to me,” he says, as his hand grabs your chin, tilting it to look up at him. “No touching myself without daddy,” you slowly say to him, your voice all breathy and high pitched. You were slipping already.

“And what did you just do, huh, sweetheart? Guess you’re getting too goddamn stupid to understand and even remember the rules now. Fuck. On your knees,” he commands, tail erratic, ears bent back.

You were completely still, frozen. “Now!,” he hissed at you. “No,” you tell him. “Can’t please me anymore, Daddy,” you defiantly tell him. He is still, completely.You think. You run. Run, at the fastest pace possible, far away. He could not punish you if you ran.

Back at the hut, Jake growled as he watched you disappear into the jungle. You were going to get maimed in there. He hated your brat-like behavior at the moment, but he had to find you to make sure you were safe.

He set off on his ikran. It did not take long for him to find you from his view in the sky. You were hiding in the swamps, possibly where dangerous animals could be.

~ Present ~

This was your tenth time running away from him, into the jungle. You’d resist his punishments, talk back to him, and touch yourself without permission. He had enough.

“Babygirl,” he calls out, angry with your demeanor this week. “Come on out. M’gonna find you eventually.”

He smirks as he sees you behind a tree. Completely clueless, as expected. He sneaks up behind you, grabbing you by the waist, pinning you against a nearby tree.

“You’ve been bad this week, hun. Gonna teach you now, maybe you won’t disobey daddy’s rules next time,” he tuts at you.

“On your knees. Now. Don’t make me tell you twice.” You nod, as you get on your knees, the cold grass making you shiver. Jake chuckles at your sudden obidence. God — he was threatening. The next second, without a warning, his big, blue fingers find their way to your mouth. He props your mouth open.

“Tongue out. C’mon,” he commands, as he lightly taps your cheek. You do as told. “Damn — look at you, little slut waiting for me with her mouth open. Don’t choke,” he warns.

His pelvis finds your face, as his cock slides into your mouth. In, out, his heavy balls periodically hitting your nose. All the while he fucks your mouth, laughing down at you.

“My little bunny. Such a slut, taking daddy’s cock in your mouth like that,” he tuts at you, before large blue hands flip you over onto your stomach. His angry, leaking cockhead slides into you, thick and wide, bullying your pussy like never before.

“Fuck. My babygirl’s tight, huh? Just lay there and take it,” he patronizes, with a smile on his face. You feel his fangs pierce your shoulders, his moans turn into growls as he possessively stuffs your body full of cock. Cock, cock, and more cock. All you needed. “Just want to be full of daddy like this, huh?,” he asks as you nod, barely coherent at this point.

You get stuffed full of his cock, his cum spills into you, probably twice or more, it was hard for you to keep track. Your back was bruised, your neck and shoulders covering in bite marks from your mate’s sharp fangs.

“Ya with me, baby girl?,” he asks. You nod, smiling at him. “Don’t brat out on me now. Want you to be daddy’s good girl. Think it will be better for you,” he says as he moves your head to lay on his chest, petting it. “Okay, ma Jake. I’ll be good for you,” you contently sigh, so happy to be his good girl again.

“Only good girls get daddy’s cock over and over, got it?” You nod. He continues. “If you’re good enough, I’ll claim you as my good girl for everyone to see. Knock you up, pump you full of babies,” he fantasizes, looking over at you to see your reaction.

You were entranced. You were his poison, one that he was willing to taste over and over again.

Taglist: @aerangi @jake-sullys-whore @drinking-tea-and-be-obsessed @23victoria @brioffthegrid

[writeandsurvive]

Maybe we can get some Parker x pregnant!reader? Maybe with some angst? I love your writing so much

You asked for some angst, I shall deliver. 🫣 hope it's what you wanted!! Thank you for your kind words ❤️

(yes, I'm a bit obsessed with the band Måneskin)

Warnings: pregnant!reader, false alarm, hospital, bed rest, cheating, Alden screwing up big time, lots of crying

I wanna hate you ~ Alden Parker

You didn't know how you were going to go through this. It was supposed to be the most amazing time of your life, an incredible experience, but everything was ruined. Stroking at your belly, you kept replaying the past week in your mind and cried.

It was your second anniversary with Alden. You had plans to have an early dinner at the restaurant he took you two years ago and then go to a concert. Your boyfriend wasn't fond of the idea, as you're entering your third trimester, but you definitely wanted to. It was a band you've been dying to see for ages, got Alden to love their music, and luckily there was a specific area for disabled people and pregnant ladies like you. Everything would be perfect.

Except that you couldn't figure out what to wear. You spent hours trying on different outfits, some were maternity clothes that you hated, some were your usual clothes you didn't fit anymore. "Baby, I love you so much, but you make me so big." You told your unborn child. "I want to look pretty for your daddy, but nothing fits." You sighed, taking one more look at yourself in the mirror. Nope, not this outfit.

You changed one more time, to put the dress you had in the maybe pile. "I guess that could work with my doc martens." You tried to convince yourself. "It's gonna be your first concert, baby! I hope they'll play Coraline. Let's put it on." You grabbed your phone and played 'Coraline' by Måneskin, the band you were seeing tonight. You and Alden agreed to keep the gender a surprise till birth, but if it's a baby girl, she'd be named Coraline because of that particular song.

Listening to your Måneskin playlist, you finished getting ready. It was after putting on lipstick that you realized you still haven't heard about Alden. Checking the time and realizing how late it already was, you called him. No answer. You waited a few minutes and tried again. Same. "Alden, don't do this to me." Obviously, his work asks a lot, and you're very much aware of that, but Alden always makes a point to be there for the special occasion. He wouldn't miss it, unless there was an emergency. So, that's where your mind went.

You decided to text Kasie.

You: Hey boo! 😘 I was wondering if my man was near you or if there was an explanation as to why he's not answering?

Kasie typed, stopped, typed again and stopped. It took a few minutes to get an answer.

Kas: Hey babe ❤️ Sorry but I left the office a while ago, no idea where he's at! Wants me to ring him on Bandium?

You: Did everyone else leave too?

Kas: Idk, Parker was still there when I left.

You: Okay, thanks for answering love!

Kas: Of course, keep me updated. ❤️

An hour later, still nothing. No answer, no text, nothing. You should already be at the restaurant but instead, you didn't know where Alden was, what he was doing or even if he was okay. Your anxiety level was extremely high, which wasn't good for the baby. Kasie stayed on the phone with you and offered to pin his phone.

You gave in and told her to.

"Huh, that's weird." She said.

"What?! Where is he? Please don't tell me he's at a hospital or something." You were on the verge of crying.

"No no, not at all. He's like an hour away from DC. Got the address but it doesn't seem to be anything particular."

"What does it mean?"

"Well, do you know someone who lives on (address)?"

You thought for a moment. "No, no one! Can't you find out who lives there?"

"Pinning Parker's phone is already very unethical--"

"You're right, sorry. Thank you for doing this, I owe you one."

"You're growing my godchild inside of you, we're even." She managed to get a small laugh out of you despite the situation.

Everything went through your mind, you imagined every possibility as to what was going on, what happened to the father of your child. It was driving you crazy, you were pacing around the entire apartment, texting back and forth to his team, who had all left work a while ago after they closed their case. But somehow, you had this nagging feeling that they were hiding something from you. From the beginning of the relationship, you knew Alden couldn't tell you much about his job and you were okay with that. But that night, you were not. You needed to know.

You needed him.

By the time he finally came back home, you were a complete mess. You rushed to the door as soon as the noises of keys reached your ears. You jumped into his arms, the baby bump getting in the way. "Thank god you're okay!" You cried in his neck.

"I'm sorry, baby. I'm so so sorry." He hugged you back, as tight as he could. Your anxiety dropped down, as you were finally able to breathe again. No idea what happened yet, but at least he was there, alive and well.

You let go reluctantly and scanned him entirely, making sure he wasn't hurt anywhere. But what caught your attention was the tears in his eyes. His hands were resting on your belly, and the baby was clearly awake, probably aware that daddy was home. Alden dropped to his knees in front of you, kissing your bump, and apologizing over and over again.

"What happened, baby? Are you okay? Where were you?"

He looked up to you, tears rolling down his cheeks. You grabbed them softly, catching them with your thumbs. "Talk to me." You whispered, still crying too.

"I shouldn't -- I should've never --" he broke eye contact to press his forehead against your baby bump. "I'm sorry, to both of you."

After a moment there, you managed to get Alden to follow inside the apartment. Sitting on the couch, with a huge sigh of relief - it was getting harder and harder to carry this tiny human - Den dropped his head on your lap. You stroked his hair and waited for him to talk.

"I made a huge mistake." He finally said. "The biggest mistake of my life."

"What would that be?" Anxiety was coming back in a rush.

"Please don't leave me. Please, I will do anything for you--"

"Alden, you have to tell me what you did, right now."

"I slept with my ex."

And just like that, your entire world fell apart. Your heart broke into thousands of pieces. Silently, and quiet slowly, you pushed his head off your lap. Alden tried to hold onto you but knew he had to let go. His touch was the last thing you wanted at this very moment. You tried to stand up but your legs immediately gave up, finding yourself back on the couch but further from him. His reflex kicked him as he tried to catch you but you snapped his arms off. "Don't touch me." You couldn't look at him.

"I'm so sorry, baby. I know you hate me right now, but--"

"Shut the fuck up."

He did.

You stayed silent for a very long moment, tears of anger and heartbreak covering your cheeks. But the worst was what you were feeling in your lower abdomen. That pain was not normal. In your mind, you talked to your baby. "Honey, it's okay. It's gonna be okay. Stay inside." But you let out a muffled scream and curse when a sharper pain hit.

Alden was quick on his knees next to you, asking if there was something wrong with the baby. Between the long hours of waiting and now this, something wrong was definitely happening. "Drive me to the hospital."

Alden was asking a bunch of questions as he helped you to the car. You didn't understand any of them, as the pain was increasing and you were silently begging your baby to be okay, telling him and her that it was going to be fine. You hoped you could believe it.

"If anything happens to my baby, Alden, I want you out of my life, for-fucking-ever."

He stayed silent because nothing he'd say would be good enough.

~

It was the longest hours of Alden's life. He wasn't allowed in as the doctors were checking up on you and his child. Alone in the hallway, he cried. He wished he could be outside of his body to give himself a beating down. He deserved it. If you left him, he'd deserve it too. He screwed up, he ruined the best thing he ever had and for what? His first love he hadn't seen in over 30 years?

If anything happened to you and/or the baby, Alden would never recover. He'd never forgive himself.

He kept going over to the front desk, asking for news. He grabbed every nurse and doctor he saw. Finally, the nurse he remembered taking you in earlier came up to him.

"How are they? Where are they?" He probably looked like a lunatic, but didn't care. She invited him to sit down but he refused. "Tell me where are my wife and kid!" He yelled.

"They are fine, sir. I'll be taking you to them in a minute. We'll be keeping your wife here at least for the night and as of right now, she's on strict bed rest."

It was fine. He'd take the next three months off if he had to.

The nurse took Alden to you.

Laying down on the bed, with a monitor on your baby bump, you turned your head away when you saw him coming in. "God, I was so scared." He dried his tears off as he approached the bed. "Can I?" He asked, his hand a few inches from your belly. You nodded and he gently touched and stroked where the product of your love was. "How are you feeling?"

You let out a humorless laugh. "You fucking kidding right? I almost lost her, Alden!"

He locked eyes with you. "H--her?"

You sighed. "The doc didn't know I didn't know the gender." You explained.

"We're having a babygirl," his emotions were all over the place, he cried again.

You allowed him to stay after he begged, as long as he stayed silent. You wanted to sleep, feeling both physically and mentally exhausted, but it never came. You stayed awake, feeling Alden's presence on the chair next to your bed. He was looking at you, looking at your belly, looking at the machines. It was only when you saw him typing on his phone that you broke the silence. "Texting her while I'm next to you, Parker?" You asked, in the coldest ton you've ever used.

"God, no! Absolutely not! Baby, I --" he sighed and stopped what he wanted to say. "I'm just writing some stuff down so I don't forget." He showed you his phone but you turned your face away.

After another silence, as you were stroking your belly, you broke into tears. You cried like a baby, having no more self control. Alden didn't hesitate long before moving to the bed, and bringing you to his chest. The only reason you didn't push him off was that you didn't have the strength. "How could you?" You struggled to say.

"I don't know. I wish I could give you a reasonable explanation but there's none. I'm a fucking jerk who ruined the best thing that ever happened to him." He held you tight, breathing in your shampoo. "There's nothing I wouldn't do to get your forgiveness. If you just let me--"

"I hate you." You simply said.

A week later

Back home, you've been on bed rest per doctor's orders. Alden had taken some time off work, even though you didn't want him to. You wished you could just tell him off, leave the apartment, leave town even but you couldn't go anywhere with your baby girl inside you. Plus, as much as you hated his guts, he's your daughter's father, no matter what. You'd never let your girl grow up with her daddy.

Alden tried to talk to you numerous times but you always shut him off. He made sure you had proper meals everyday, and you forced yourself to eat for your daughter. He'd bring your favorite snacks and refill your water, leave flowers on your nightstand, and buy books. He offered you massages (turned them down), offered to brush your hair (turned him down), offered to play games to keep you busy (turned him down). And every afternoon, he'd play piano in the living room, making you cry every single time.

The only time you allowed him to stay near you was when he asked if he could read something to his daughter. He would grab a baby book and read it to your belly. Sometimes, your girl would be completely still, and other times, she'd move and kick around a lot. The only way for her to calm down? Feeling daddy's hand.

You wanted to hate him so bad, and a part of you really did. But when he was there, talking to his daughter, you couldn't. And it hurt.

Your sleep schedule was a mess and babygirl wasn't helping at all. It was 3am, you were utterly exhausted - yes, despite the bed rest -, and your daughter was taking your uterus for a gym. Or a dancefloor.

On the verge of a meltdown, you texted Alden who had been sleeping on the couch since the hospital. The guest room had already been turned into the nursery.

You: You sleeping?

Hearing his phone ping from the living room, it didn't take long until he was knocking at the bedroom door. "Are you okay? Do you need something?" He asked, after you told him to come in.

"I need you to calm her, please." He heard the exhaustion in your voice.

Alden walked over to the bed. "Is it okay if I lay down?"

"I guess."

He laid down next to you, above the covers. Despite the dark, you could sense he was in his useless night shorts and shirtless. You did hate him a little.

He put a hand in your belly, "Shh, babygirl. It's time to sleep now, mama is tired." He stroked your skin exactly where he felt a kick. "Hush, little baby don't say a word. Papa's gonna buy you a mocking bird. And if that mocking bird don't sing. Papa's gonna buy you a diamond ring..." He sang softly.

"Why did you do this, Alden?" You cried.

He took a deep breath. "I think I needed closure. I-- it was like 16 years old me took over and forgot everything else." You felt his free hand grabbing yours. "I know it's no excuse."

"It didn't have to involve sex."

"You're absolutely right." He squeezed your hand, his mind having a victory dance that you weren't pulling away. "It shouldn't have. I'm willing to do anything, my love. Jeremy gave me the contact of the therapist him and Josie went to, after the accident. Will you agree to give it a try?"

Your daughter was calming down. Daddy's power.

"Maybe." You answered.

"I'll take it." You heard him sniff. It'd be too easy and too soon to reach out for a hug, no matter how much you needed it. "I love the two of you more than anything in this world. I hate myself for what I did."

You didn't answer, couldn't.

You didn't realize how cold it was outside the blankets until you felt Alden shivering by your side. The man had been above the covers the entire time. "Get under the blanket, Alden."

"Are you sure? I may-- fall asleep here if I do,"

"It's fine. Just -- don't cuddle me."

He respected your barrier. You thought you heard him snore not too long after.

"I want to hate your guts so bad, but what they said is true. Sometimes, the person who hurts you is the only one who can make the pain go away. Don't ever hurt me again, please."

He wasn't asleep. He squeezed your hand as an acknowledgment.

[written-in-flowers]

Fly Away: Pt. 6

Pairing: Young!Aemond x Young!Velaryon!Reader | Side pairing: Rhaenyra x Alicent, Aegon x Helaena

Genre: Fluff, Angst

Au: friends to lovers, childhood love, incest (duh), slight homophobia expressed, repressed feelings, mutual pining, teenage runaways, mentions of bullying, arrange marriages

Word Count: 6k

Summary: Young love overcomes all in a family full of broken bonds and broken hearts. When Princess Y/N Velaryon and Prince Aemond Targaryen are discovered missing from their beds, their mothers must come together to find them. The search might do more for their families than a mere marriage pact can. 

A/N: want to clarify now that we stick with young!Aemond throughout the story. Ewan’s Aemond comes in at the very end. This is mainly done starting a bit before The Princess and the Queen and a little bit after the events at Driftmark. I do pull some scenes from the show, but it remains relatively loose throughout. Want to also point out that The Dance doesn’t happen in this universe, so...happy ending expected, because we need more of those.  

Taglist: @yitish​ @imjustboredso​ @discowizard88 @mddieeunson  @caramelcandescence @bookwhoresthings @astrumark @minteaspoon​

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Morning came with no sign of you. Rhaenyra took deep breaths as she dressed for riding. A myriad of gruesome, disturbing scenes crossed her mind. What if you’d been taken captive? What if some ship’s captain found you, and is now selling you across the sea? No. She could not think that way. She’d take Syrax to the skies and see if Syrax finds Starshine. 

Starshine came from a clutch of Syrax’s eggs many years ago; the Dragon Keepers thought the egg as blue as midnight would never hatch. That is, until you were born. Rhaenyra fondly remembered the day five-year-old Y/N came up to her with a blue and gold hatchling in her arms. You hadn’t cared if the dragon’s claws nipped your skin and gown. You’d cried tears of joy, completely fond of the dragon who’d bonded with you immediately, and vowed to love her forever. You’d spend every day going to the Dragonpit to feed, play and train your dragon. The Dragon Keepers told her that Starshine, as you’d named her, flew faster than her brothers and sisters. Rhaenyra worried about letting you ride her, but you insisted Starshine only went half her speed when carrying her rider. 

Other than that, the beast flew like the wind. 

Rhaenyra walked out of her bedroom, riding coat over her tunic and trousers, boots echoing on the floor. She nervously wrung her hands, thinking of where to look for you first. She’d come out into the main hall, and saw Laenor with the head of their guard by the Painted Table. An entire map of Westeros carved into the table, lit up by the line of candles underneath, acted as a strategy table. She saw him hunched over where Dragonstone is located, the two men talking quietly to each other. When he heard her footsteps, Laenor turned his head to see her. 

“Rhaenyra,” he called to her. 

“They haven’t found her,” she guessed, sliding on her leather gloves. 

A small pang hit her heart at the stitching on the cuffs. Slim dragons weaved in and out of one another in golden thread. You’d spent weeks getting the stitches just right. Oh, you sweet child. Where are you? 

“I’m afraid not,” he frowned. “I’m going to ride Seasmoke and look for her. The Dragon Keepers are searching the mountains.”

“Good. I’ll take Syrax.” 

“We want to come too!” 

Her sons appeared at the bottom of the stairs, both staring at her hopefully. “You boys need to stay here,” Laenor told them, “In case your sister returns.” 

“We want to look with you,” Jace told him. “She’s our sister.”

“Please let us come,” Luke pleaded with his mother. “What if something terrible has happened to her?” 

“Which is all the reason why you must remain here,” Rhaenyra told him comfortingly. “If anything has befallen your sister, the same might happen to you as well.” 

“The more people who are looking, the higher the chances of finding her are,” Jace insisted. “Mother, we can help. Vermax and Arrax are big enough to ride, and if we find her, one of us will come get you or Father.” 

“Let us help, Mother,” said Luke right after. “Y/N might be hurt,” he hugged her, “She needs us.”

Your caring brothers. Despite what happened at Driftmark and whatever cruel words they might’ve said from anger, your brothers loved you. She ran a hand through Luke’s soft curls, so different from her own silver strands, and bent to look at him. His large brown eyes filled with tears, which he tried sniffing back. She knew Luke was closer to you than Jace. For a moment, she remembered the day he’d been born and how happy you’d been to have a second baby brother. 

She cupped his cheek gently, and said, “Your sister is fine. She is only missing, but you father and I will find her. I need you both to stay here in case she comes back on her own, alright?”

“But-” Jace began to say, but was cut off by Laenor. 

“-You both will stay here,” Laenor said. “If your sister returns, she may need you both to care for her.”

“Mother…” 

“We’ll find her,” she assured him. She stood and looked at her husband, “I’ll go on ahead. I’ll start on the northside.”

“I will take the south and work to the west. You can take the east.” 

They’d both made to leave before Jace caught her hand. Rhaenyra turned to see tears in his eyes as well. “Mother,” he croaked, “If you find Y/N, can you…can you tell her I didn’t mean what I said?”

“What do you mean?”

He looked down shamefully, “At Driftmark…I said that she hated us, and that she should leave us alone. I…I didn’t mean it. I said it because I…I was hurt that she’d defended Aemond after what he did. But…But, I know now that she only cares about everyone. Will you tell her I don’t hate her? That Luke and I want her to come back home? I promise to never tease her ever again, as long as she comes back.” 

Rhaenyra’s heart sank. She kissed the top of his head, and hugged him, “I will. Stay here, the both of you.” 

They nodded, and she began walking alongside Laenor. Their children out of earshot, Laenor spoke, “She ran away.”

“I know.”

“There is only one place I imagine she’d go,” he said. “Your father will never turn away one of his grandchildren.”

It pained her to think of it, while also leaving her in awe. Sometime before, Rhaenyra also envisioned running away with the person she loved the most. The thought of you doing the same would’ve touched her if it did not riddle her with anxiety. Walking down the castle ramparts, she recalled that night once again. She’d snuck out of her bed chambers through a secret passage, a rucksack full of provisions slung over her shoulder, and went around the keep the long way. Hope and adventure pumped adrenaline into her veins, visions of having Alicent freely brought a smile to her face. Had you been the same way? She imagined you in her place. Sneaking away in the dead of night onto your dragon, with nothing but a few supplies and a dream, on your way to be with your beloved. The bards will never stop singing about it. 

“My lord!” 

She’d reached the dragon keep when Maester Gerardys rushed up to her and Laenor outside the gates. She saw a small scroll of paper in his hand. The elderly man puffed and panted when he reached them. Her nerves wracked together seeing the paper and worried for the worst. 

“My Lord,” he addressed Laenor, handing him the scroll, “This just arrived from Driftmark from Lord Corlys.”

Laenor broke the wax seal and unrolled the paper. He read it carefully, his reading eyes making Rhaenyra nervous. She clutched his forearm, “What is it?”

“My father says one of his men saw a dragon in the skies last night during his patrol of High Tide,” he answered. “They said they’d seen it bolting through the sky before disappearing from sight.”

“That sounds like Starshine!”

“And they told him,” he read it again, “That the dragon appeared to be flying in the direction of King’s Landing.” He glanced back at her, “King’s Landing is not that far away on dragonback. She might be there now.”

“Then why has she not written?” Rhaenyra replied, discontentedly. “Then why has The Queen not written and told me?” 

Even with their tarnished relationship, Rhaenyra knew Alicent would’ve written to her if you’d shown up at her door. She shook her head, finding it hard to believe. “Where else could she have gone then?” Laenor asked pleadingly. “The only reason she’d run away is in King’s Landing. You know our girl, Rhaenyra, she’s a romantic. It’d be like her to want to fly away with Aemond. I will send word to King’s Landing and to my father to keep a look out for Starshine. If we’re lucky, she’s there.”

“Alicent would have told me Y/N was there. I don’t think she’s there. Y/N is too smart to go flying so close to Driftmark.” 

“We don’t have any other leads.”

“Um, Princess,” Maester Gerardys called her attention, “Perhaps Prince Aegon might have some insight?”

“Aegon?” Rhaenyra asked, bemused, “Why would we ask him? He’s never shown an ounce of interest in his brother or his niece.” 

“I say this because Sunfyre appears to have arrived.”

The three of them looked up into the open sky to see a golden dragon circling overhead. Rhaenyra recognized the beaten gold scales and thin pink membrane of Sunfyre, her younger brother’s dragon. What was he doing here? A plethora of reasons came to mind as Sunfyre gradually made his descent into the main yard of the dragon keep. The Dragon Keepers all kept their spears trained upwards as the beast landed, roaring and snarling at them. On the saddle, she saw her brother. He wore his silver hair in a loose braid down his back, dressed in his green and gold finery. Rhaenyra saw a determination she’d never seen in Aegon before. Usually, when she did see him, he was drunk and unaware of his surroundings. The Aegon she saw here was a different person. But, as quickly as she noticed this, she spotted the person clinging onto him for her dear life. 

Alicent, in a dress of dark emerald, clung to her son as Sunfyre sat down in the yard. She’d never flown before, Rhaenyra knew. It always terrified her. Her long curls blown back from her face, she fixed them properly once the Dragon Keepers helped her down from the dragon saddle. The moment she finished fixing her skirts and steadying herself, her eyes met Rhaenyra from beyond the gate. Only a year passed since she’d seen Alicent, yet it felt like so much longer. At that moment, her heart ached. The young besotted girl inside her wished to reach out for Alicent, apologize for all her wrongdoings both real or imagined, and embrace her. A million words were exchanged between them, yet nothing came out into the open. 

“My Queen,” Laenor bowed as Alicent stormed over to them. Rhaenyra immediately knew something was wrong, and her suspicions were correct. 

“Where is-” Alicent began, but Rhaenyra spoke first.

“Y/N is missing as well,” she said. 

Alicent paused. “Missing?” she asked cautiously. 

“Yes, she went flying and never came home,” Rhaenyra told her, keeping herself together, “Laenor and I were about to search for her.”

“My father,” Laenor said, “Sent a raven. He said one of his men spotted Starshine in the skies early yesterday morning.”

“He said the same about Vhagar.” Aegon appeared beside his mother, handing Laenor the letter they’d received. “It came to us a few hours ago. We’d sent word to lords in Westeros to keep an eye out for Vhagar, and Lord Corlys responded. He said a sea captain coming back from King’s Landing told him they spotted Vhagar leaving King’s Landing and heading this way.”

Laenor read the letter and nodded in confirmation. “How long has Aemond been missing?” she asked Alicent. 

“Since yesterday morning,” she replied. “Nobody had seen him all day, and we searched the city to no avail.” 

Rhaenyra wanted to hug her. She wanted to bring Alicent into her arms, give her the reassurance and comfort they both desperately needed. “If he isn’t here,” Aegon said, “And Y/N isn’t here, then where could they be?” 

“They must be somewhere on the island,” Laenor said. “Did your sister come with you?”

“Yes, she’s on her way with Dreamfyre,” Aegon nodded. 

“Good. Rhaenyra, you’ll search the northside of the island. I will search the south; Aegon will search the east, and when Princess Helaena arrives, she can fly around the west. I think with all of us on our dragons, we may find them both.”

“They won’t be here,” Aegon disagreed. 

“Why not?”

“Aemond is not an idiot, and neither is Y/N. Staying on Dragonstone is too risky for two people who do not wish to be found.” 

“He’s right,” Rhaenyra said, wishing it weren’t so. “If they’re together, they wouldn’t be where we expect.”

“Then, they went to another city…” the realization came to Alicent, and Rhaenyra felt the same dread. “No, no, they could not have. They’d never…”

“Pentos,” Laenor said first. “Y/N always talked about going there ever since she met a Pentoshi sea captain in the village. She’s fascinated with the place.” 

“And Aemond would go wherever Y/N went.” 

She was not the only one. Pentos had once been Rhaenyra’s place of choice for them. Two star-crossed lovers flying away to the Free Cities to escape their quarreling families sounded like a fairytale. It might’ve touched her if her daughter were not one of the lovers. Laenor guided them all back inside. Alicent can rest from her journey while they await Princess Helaena. In the meantime, Laenor and Aegon can discuss and gather search parties. Walking back into the large hall, she stood off to the side while deep in thought. Idly, she listened in as Laenor, Aegon and Alicent suggested places in Essos the children might have gone. 

But, thinking upon it more, Rhaenyra sensed they were wrong. You might’ve dreamed of going across The Narrow Sea, but the chances of being recognized are too high. Neither you nor Aemond could survive in the streets. You’re both nobles who’ve been sheltered your entire lives. A foreign city like Pentos might intimidate you. Besides, that did not sound romantic enough. She thought back to the stories she’d heard growing up. A lot of the romances spoke of the lovers absconding to a secluded place for the two of them. 

“Jaehaerys and Alysanne…” she said quietly to herself. 

“Rhaenyra?” 

“Jaehaerys and Alysanne,” she repeated, coming back over to them. “Y/N loves the story of the marriage between King Jaehaerys and Queen Alysanne. She always talked about how romantic she thought it was that they’d run away together to Dragonstone.”

“But, we’re on Dragonstone,” said Aegon. 

“They’d go to a remote place,” Alicent continued for her, nodding slightly. “They’d want to go somewhere that nobody else knows. They’d go to a place where it’d be only them and them alone.” More words hung in the air between them. “Should they have gone to Essos, there’s the possibility of being discovered but if they went elsewhere…Tell your maester to bring all of his maps.”

“All of them?” Laenor asked. “He has quite a few.”

“Bring them,” she affirmed. 

“Yes, Your Grace.”

When Laenor called for Maester Gerardys, Rhaenyra ordered the household maids to prepare rooms for The Queen and Prince Aegon. She still wished to go on Syrax. If not to search for her daughter, then to clear her mind. The room suddenly became suffocating, and she gasped for air. Her little dove, forever the hopeless romantic, vanished in the night and is somewhere in the world. 

Wherever you’d gone, she hoped you were safe. 

***

Breakfast consisted of two leftover sausages, meager portions of berries and nuts, water Aemond brought in his waterskins, and hard bread with honey. Not an ideal breakfast, but you hoped things would be better after today. Having finished working on the shack, you and Aemond decided you’d go into the forest together. You needed a water source, and Aemond said the lake wouldn’t be too far. 

“We can fill up the skins,” he said, handing you a waterskin while he kept two empty ones around his neck, “And this pail. You know, to have water for cooking.”

You might’ve mentioned bathing in the lake as well if it did not make you giggle. The island heat became more apparent in the daytime, causing your clothes to feel uncomfortable and hot on your body. A nice cool dip sounded refreshing, but then you remembered Aemond being there and possibly seeing you undressed. You started off behind him, carrying your waterskin and the pail while Aemond stayed a few steps ahead. You thought back to the previous night where Aemond cried. It amazed you that he thought a missing eye kept you from wanting to be with him. It sounded ridiculous to you, but you supposed to Aemond it’d make sense. At home, you imagined many people gave him distasteful stares or murmured behind his back when he walked past them. Aemond might pretend to be above it all, but you knew better. 

“Can you shoot with that?” you asked, nodding at the bow and sheath of arrows on his back. 

“I can,” he answered. “I thought I could do some hunting while we’re out.” He looked over his shoulder at you, “I wouldn’t go far. Don’t worry for me.” 

“I still wish that we stay together,” you told him. “We don’t know this island, Aemond. Your map is only an outline of the old one. What if you come across a dangerous place?”

“I won’t go far,” he reassured you. “I can handle myself, Y/N.”

“I know you can, but…” 

It stayed in the air. His eye. A predator or animal might take advantage of his blind side to attack him. He could run into another tree like last night and hurt himself gravely. You didn’t want him to think you doubted his skills, because he’s a good swordsman, but you worried. Trekking through the forest, you heard a low roar coming from somewhere above you right before the small stretch of forest became covered in darkness. You and Aemond looked up to see the battle-worn underside of Vhagar through the canopy. Right as she started circling a spot ahead, another shadow closely followed. You smiled softly to yourself. Reaching the opposite side to a clearing, a large lake stretched around in a circle before feeding into a stream heading southward. Knowing the lake is so close left you and Aemond at ease. You felt more reassured when Vhagar and Starshine settled down across, smashing and cracking trees with their tails and making the earth rumble and quake underneath your feet. The two dragons stayed side by side while taking large gulps of water. 

“Do you think they’ve become friends?” you asked Aemond, continuing to watch as you walked to the shore. 

“It seems like it,” he answered. “Vhagar’s usually alone in the dragonpit. She’s too large to stay there long, so she flies around a lot. I’ve never seen her interact with another dragon before.”

“Starshine’s the opposite,” you said, taking off your boots and stockings before going towards the water’s edge with your waterskin. “She likes socializing with the other dragons in the tunnels. She’s very friendly.”

He chuckled softly, and you looked over at him in the water. “What?”

“I read this book that once said dragons are similar to their riders,” he said, dipping the waterskin beneath the surface to fill it. “It’s funny to see that it’s true.”

“How so?”

“You’re friendly and like talking to people too.”

“Well, if that’s true, then you’re perfect for Vhagar,” you nudged him with a grin. “Grumpy and quiet.”

“I’m not ‘grumpy’,” he laughed, nudging you back. 

“Oh, you certainly can be,” you nudged him in return, “When the mood strikes you.”

The two of you shared a glance, and you heard him give a soft hum and look away. You giggled, and nudged him once more to hear him make the sound again. He reminded you of a cat with how he purred in disagreement. When you finished filling your first waterskin, Aemond casually bumped himself into you. 

“Oh, I’m sorry, Y/N,” he chuckled, bumping you once more and making you laugh, “I didn’t mean to knock into you like that,” he did it once more, and you nearly lost your balance in the water. “I suppose it’s my grumpy mood.”

“Aemond!” you laughed, managing to keep your balance and lightly prodded him back. 

“Oop, forgive me, Princess,” he replied, smiling widely, knocking into you fully now. “Oh, forgive me again. Oop, forgive me once again, lovely Princess.”

Soon, you felt yourself falling into the water and instinctively reached for Aemond’s sleeve. In a loud splash, the two of you broke the still surface. A tangle of limbs thrashing in the shallow water, you both quickly stood from the sandy waters and took lungfuls of air. The water cooled your hot skin, and cleansed you of any dirt and sweat left under your clothes. However, now your clothes weighed you down and stuck to your body. Regardless, you locked eyes with Aemond and laughed in delight. You quickly splashed water in his direction, and he returned a splash in kind. Waterskins floating in the low waters, you escaped Aemond’s splatter by going into the deeper part. He followed right away, lunging forward and dunking you into the water. You wrestled against one another. You had experience with Jace, who liked tackling you whenever your parents left you alone, and Aemond lived with Aegon, who enjoyed teasing him. Coming up for air, panting heavily from being under so long, you gave each other a moment before you leapt onto him. Aemond managed to keep his head above water, merely holding you to him in the deep water. Your arms around his neck, his locks around your waist. 

You realized that, once again, you and Aemond were dangerously close. He’d lost his eyepatch in the water fight, so you saw his scarring up close. It didn’t bother you at all. You saw how they’d emptied out the rest of the socket, so only a hole remained. You weren’t bothered at all. If your mother or septa could see you now, they’d be appalled. Princesses don’t throw themselves into the arms of their betrothed. But, then you remembered you and Aemond were no longer betrothed. Should your families find you, they will separate you again and make sure you stay apart. This made you cling to Aemond. 

“What’s wrong?” he asked, noticing you clutching him. “Is it my…my eye?” 

“I don’t want them to find us,” you whispered, as if speaking it too loudly will make it come true. 

“Neither do I,” he said. A long minute passed before he said, “Tilt your head.”

You tilted your head to one side, your heart pounding, and he leaned into you. His lips tasted faintly of the berries from breakfast. Warm and soft, they laid flat on yours. When he pulled away, your cheeks and ears burned. You worried he might’ve not liked it or you’d done something wrong. You’d never seen your mother and father kiss on the lips, only on their cheeks. In paintings, you often saw young maidens and their true loves sharing deep kisses with their mouths open. 

“I’ve never kissed anyone before,” you admitted softly. 

“I have.”

“When?”

“Aegon took me to a brothel on my nameday,” he said, not looking at you. “He said it was time to ‘get it wet’.”

“Did you want to go?”

“I…I don’t really know now. I knew where we were going once we reached the street, but when we went inside, I…” you saw a tinge of pink cross his pale cheeks, “I only remember thinking about going back home.”

“What was it like there?”

“Strange. All the women were naked, and people were…coupling…in full view of everyone. Men with women. Women with women and men with men. Everyone was drunk, and the place smelled awful. He brought me to this woman. She was older than me. She was very kind, and told me to relax.”

You’d never seen this woman, but a pang of jealousy hit you. An image of a faceless, scantily clad woman preying on your Aemond made your face harden. “What did she do?”

“Y/N…I don’t think it’s appropriate for a lady to hear about that-”

“-I want to know what she did so I can do it too.”

“Y/N-”

“-Why does she get to kiss you and not me?”

“We did more than kiss, Y/N.” 

You gasped, eyes widening. You weren’t surprised Aegon took his brother to a brothel, but Aemond’s participation surprised you. “She told me how to do it,” he continued, “So on my wedding night, I’d know how to…I’d rather not go into detail with you.” Something stiff touched you, and Aemond blushed a deep red. “I’m sorry,” he said, moving away from you, “I…I, um…”

“It’s okay,” you insisted, looking away shyly. “My mother said it does that.”

“It does.” 

You moved closer to him, and asked, “How did she kiss you?”

“Our tongues touched.” 

So, you did what you pictured the woman had done. Tilting your head again, you kissed Aemond with your lips closed. Slowly, you managed to open and deepen the kiss, your tongue tentatively touching his. You heard him gasp softly, breath dampening the top of your lips, and he pulled you to him again. The urge to kiss Aemond came on the heels of envisioning an older woman getting to kiss him first; she did what you’d never have the gall to do. Aemond’s hands stayed on your waist as you kissed. You wondered if you were doing it right until Aemond took control and kissed you heatedly. 

Breaking away to breathe, you each giggled out your nervousness. A deep rumble made you turn your heads. Starshine, her neck inches from the water’s surface, stared at the both of you. She gave another growl before Vhagar snapped her jaws and flapped her wings. Ripples went across the water as both dragons batted their wings and took flight. When they disappeared into the sky, you took that as a sign. 

“Maybe we should start heading back,” you said, moving away from Aemond. “We need to find food.”

“Good idea.” 

He did not follow you right away, and you knew why. You couldn’t help laughing to yourself as you collected the waterskins and the pail, and left the lake. You walked back to the shack remembering what your mother said about intercourse. She’d given you the speech when you began flowering. She said society considered you a woman now, and could bear children. She explained how it was done; it sounded painful, but she reassured you that it can be quite the opposite if “done correctly”. 

You arrived at the shack, and started shedding off your soaked clothes to place on a line hanging outside, and left your shoes at the door. You knew your small clothes would dry on their own, and barefoot, you walked inside and kindled the logs for a fire. You wring water out of your hair by the time Aemond appeared, wearing his small clothes and silver hair damp. Your jaw dropped when you realized he’d returned without his eyepatch. The hole appeared darker inside than it had in the light. It unnerved you, but you’d never show that to Aemond. 

“I lost it in the water,” he said, embarrassed. “I couldn’t find it when you left.”

“Do you have others?” 

You frowned when he shook his head. “I forgot to pack another one,” he said. “I spent so much time thinking about everything else, I forgot the most important thing.” 

Thinking quickly, you walked over to the bed and with a knife Aemond kept on the table, you cut a slim piece of cloth. You went back to him, holding the makeshift patch for him. “If you want to,” you told him with uncertainty, “I know wearing the patch makes you more comfortable. I don’t mind either way.”

Aemond took the slip of cloth and tied it the way he would a normal eye patch. Satisfied with how it sat on his face, you noticed tension fall from his shoulders. You saw the thing he held in his hand. 

"What is that?" You asked. It was furry with long ears. "Is that a rabbit?"

"I came across it during my walk back. I can skin it, and we'll cook it for dinner."

"That sounds nice."

He sat with you by the fire, grabbing his knife and making a cut through the rabbit. You turned away in disgust at the sight of him ripping the skin off the rabbit’s body. It was similar to removing a sock or a sleeve. The motion caused a light spray of blood to land on your thigh and knee. 

“Oh, ew, ew, ew,” you squealed, wiping the small droplets with your hand. “Ew, ew, ew.”

“Stop being a baby,” Aemond laughed. “It is only blood.” 

“It’s still disgusting. Ugh, where did you learn to do that?”

“Ser Criston taught me.”

“Ser Criston seems to have taught you many things.”

Aemond paused to think, then nodded, “Yes, yes, he has. My father’s too old to do most things, so Ser Criston teaches me skills like hunting and fighting. He says every man should know how to live out in the woods in case he’s ever traveling alone,” he glanced at you, “Or with people he cares about.” 

You smiled, enjoying the warmth from the fire and Aemond’s company. 

***

They spent ages combing through all of Maester Gerardys’s maps. Alicent meticulously ran her finger over every corner. Aemond must be at one of these places. Duksendale, Sharp Point, Stokeworth…He could’ve gone to any of them. Her heart raced every time she thought about her Aemond and where he was. What if he became injured or ill? She couldn’t stand to think about it. The fact he’d run away the same time as Rhaenyra’s daughter brought on a lingering guilt that filled her stomach. She didn’t bother touching the spread of food the castle maids brought to her bed chamber. She had no interest in food when her son was missing. 

And it’d been her fault. Aemond loved you. The love appeared as bright as the sun and stars. Yet, in a moment of rage, she’d changed everything. She’d done the exact same thing her father had. 

‘You must stop these disgusting habits. It insults everything our family has stood by for centuries: The Seven, The Faith, the name Hightower. You will marry The King and be done with this unholy infatuation you’ve developed.’

‘But, Father, I love her!’

That’d been the first and last time her father raised a hand to her. Alicent felt the slap like it happened yesterday. Nervously, she kept her hand at her throat, rubbing the lump that threatened to grow there. He’d caught her with Rhaenyra in the godswood that day. She’d tried explaining it away with meager excuses; she feared what her father might do if he knew the truth. But, Otto Hightower knew what he’d seen and knew what his daughter was, and it disgusted him. 

Alicent convinced herself this situation differed. Your brothers maimed her son permanently. They’d attacked him, and when he defended himself, they came at him with a knife. Jaceryes went to that meeting with a knife. What other reason did he have if not to hurt her son? Then, when she begged her husband to invoke justice, something only he can do, he favored his daughter. He’d questioned Aemond exactly as she’d told him. It made her realize that her husband did not care for their children. He’d been overjoyed when she’d given him Aegon, yet never named him heir. He’d doted over Helaena, Aemond and young Daeron as babes, but he still chose Rhaenyra over them. Alicent blankly stared at the map on her table, yet did not truly look at it anymore. She’d remembered Viserys’s words when she told him of Aemond’s disappearance, and that she planned to fly to Dragonstone. 

‘I hope you find him safely.’

It angered her beyond belief. How could he have such little concern for Aemond? But, she did not fake surprise. She should’ve expected as much. Aemond could be injured further. He could be dead in a hole or his body floating in the ocean, and Viserys will only ask about Rhaenyra’s daughter's safety. 

She withheld the tears in her eyes. Her poor, sweet Aemond. Ever since he’d ridden Vhagar, he’d changed. No longer the timid, self-conscious boy, he showed much more ferocity and less emotion. She knew he blamed Lucerys Velaryon for his lost eye. She’d demanded the boy’s eye in return at that moment. But, thinking about it now, she realized her moment of madness. Her son wounded, her husband indifferent, and Rhaenyra declaring he be questioned rather than sympathized with, blinded her to reason. The realization that nobody would help her or her children brought her blood to a boil. Deep in her soul, she knew Viserys never loved her children as much as Rhaenyra; she knew his willful blindness to her treason stems from this love. The young girl inside her wished for the same blindness, but the noble woman in her could not look past it. 

Once again, her heart broke into more pieces. 

It concerned her when Aemond revealed he still wished to marry you. She couldn’t allow her son to wed the sister of his attackers. She’d told him the decision was in his best interest, but he’d only howled his rage. He refused to speak to her for days. Whenever she found him, he sat in solitude with a book or writing a poem or simply in thought as he gazed out at the ocean. The ships that went across the blue waves reminded him of you; exactly how lemon cakes reminded her of Rhaenyra, who liked to peel the candied lemons off each one to eat. He eventually came around, but she knew the resentment still lingered. It normally turned its face whenever she mentioned betrothals in front of him. 

“Mother?” 

She hadn’t heard Aegon approach. The boy who stood before her, no longer in his long riding coat, looked different somehow. It’d been him who suggested they ride to Dragonstone, hoping to find Aemond. Even if he did tease his brother, Alicent knew Aegon loved him. He’d spent his whole morning forcing himself to stay searching for Aemond on the ground and in the skies. His suggestion of Aemond running away surprised both her and her father. Her father said he saw potential in Aegon when not lingering away in wine; she simply saw a boy who wanted to prove himself. 

“Aegon,” she walked to him, “Has Helaena arrived?”

“Yes, with Ser Cole,” he told her. He glanced at the maps on her table. “Have you…found anything?”

“Nothing yet,” she said. “Most of these maps are new."

"Then, we should search the older ones," Aegon approached the table, scanning the first map. "These cannot be his only maps." He turned to her, "Do you think they'd withhold them from us?"

"No," she answered truthfully. "Y/N is missing as well. I know Rhaenyra would do anything to have her daughter back."

Aegon nodded. Alicent noticed a change in her son. She’d not once seen him take up a cup of wine since last night. She watched him examine the first map like she’d done, looking for any sign of a difference from the others. Alicent imagined him with his father’s golden crown, his father’s dagger and sword on his belt instead of his own, looking and acting like the king he should be. For years, she’d begged Viserys to name Aegon as his heir. It would bring so much stability to the realm if Aegon were king. If Aegon were king, then her children would be spared from the sword. She knew if Rhaenyra wished to rid herself of any challenge to the throne, she’d have to murder Alicent’s children. She’d have to kill them. Alicent wished she could say the love they shared may cause Rhaenyra to spare her children, but that love vanished. It’d been replaced by years of resentment and bitterness. 

“We’ll find him, Mother,” he reassured her for the millionth time, aware she’s watching him. “I swear it.” 

‘I will find him, Mother,’ is what he truly wishes to say. 

She put her hand on his back, sliding it across before embracing him. Aegon stiffened at first, but soon returned the hug. She’d be the first to say she was not always gentle or patient with Aegon. Being fifteen with no mother to guide her, Alicent maneuvered motherhood alone. She tries her best, she says to herself. Would Aegon be different if she’d tried harder or was he meant to be this way? 

“Where is your sister?” she asked. 

“In the main hall. She agrees with Ser Laenor about searching Dragonstone from above.” 

“And you do not?”

“No, I do not.” He glanced back at her collection of maps. “Aemond wouldn’t come to Dragonstone. It is too obvious. He’ll be afraid you and Rhaenyra will split them apart; he’d take her where we cannot find him.” He flipped through the other maps by the corners, “No. I don’t believe we’ll find his hideout on any of these.”

“What makes you say that?”

“Because these all look the same. There is no difference between them. Maester Gerardys must have others, or books with old maps on them.” 

“Do you believe Rhaenyra would hide them from us?”

“She felt entitled enough to take my brother’s eye,” he said, a slight edge to his tone. “Rhaenyra is the heir. As you have told me time and time again, Mother, Rhaenyra will not hesitate to put my brother, sister, and I to the sword to eliminate challenges to her claim. I would not be surprised if she has withheld information from us to keep us from finding Aemond.”

“Rhaenyra’s daughter is missing as well,” she reminded him. 

“And? She might know where Y/N is right now and will not tell us. She can have one of her guards put Aemond down and call it an accident.”

“Rhaenyra would never-”

“-She called his eye being removed an accident. I don’t see why she wouldn’t say the same if we found him…” she saw him gulp, and hold himself steady. “Whatever love you and her once shared died the day her bastards-”

“-Aegon!-

“-Took my younger brother’s eye.” 

Perhaps he was not as disinterested as she’d believed. Alicent caressed his cheek, and hugged him once more. His body relaxed in her embrace, his arms going around her in return. When she released him, she said, “We must believe Rhaenyra will do what she can to aid us. Remember, Ser Laenor is also searching, and he is a good, noble man. Finding both Aemond and Y/N is what is most important right now. Come,” she took his hand, “Let us go meet your sister and Ser Criston.”

****

A/N: Gosh, are they EVER going to find the babies? Let’s hope Aegon isn’t about to do anything stupid. As always, thanks for reading and I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter <3

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Covered in Colours

Here's my offering for day one of Hellbrand and Ghouladriel Week aka Hellghoul Week!

I chose the day one prompt, 'Leaves'.

I hope you enjoy the following 900 words of domestic Halloween/Autumn/Fall fluff! With a tiny sprinkling of angst of course!

❤️🎃🍁🍂🍁🎃❤️

They were the colours she always loved, autumn leaves covering the earth, a neverending sunset. She watched content from the second story window as the life she made worked and played happily beneath her. Two pairs of feet, of man and child, disturbing the leaves as they walked over them.

Halbrand in his flannel, sleeves rolled up, raking up the brittle streams of gold, red, and brown. Celebrían doing everything in her power to make sure her father’s work lasted all afternoon. Galadriel sipped her hot chocolate, soothed by its warmth as well as the warmth from below.

Her daughter loved playing hide and seek. She wasn’t sure why. Celebrían wasn’t old enough yet to understand what it meant to be lost and found. But there was something that twinkled in her eye, her smile and how it lit up her face, every time Halbrand discovered her. It brought Galadriel back to that same feeling of wonder that encompassed her when Halbrand came into her life. Rescuing her as if she was drowning in a sea of sorrow, pulling her onto a raft, his raft, the safety of his embrace.

Celebrían wasn’t old enough yet to know Halbrand wasn’t her real father.

She would, in time, and Galadriel suspected it wouldn’t change much. It wouldn’t change the way her little girl looked at him, as if he hung the moon and stars. However, It would change the way she looked at her mother.

Casting aside thoughts of the past and of a future that had not yet come to pass, Galadriel laughed as she saw Celebrían jump into Halbrand’s very large pile of fallen leaves. He went along with it of course, playing his role to perfection, pretending like he hadn’t heard the very loud whoosh and crunch sounds of a little girl covering herself with autumn. That neverending sunset. Celebrían playing a game to ensure this afternoon with her father would go on and on.

Halbrand caught Galadriel watching them from above, that smile of his flying straight into her heart. Along with the kiss he sent into the air, before her husband went back to trying to find the ‘missing’ girl. Galadriel opened the window wanting to hear the whole thing fully.

“That’s odd… I swear I saw Celebrían not a minute ago…” Halbrand was so good at this, acting confused, feigning a distraught state. She knew he was good, because she could see the leaves of the pile moving, like shoulders shaking from laughter. Halbrand was good at this but Celebrían… not so much.

“Where could she have gone? Not behind the bushes? Not behind the shed? In the shed?” He checked. He didn’t have to check, but he checked. “Hey Mummy? You see a tiny silver haired girl? About–” Halbrand gestured her size, “This big?” Galadriel couldn’t help but laugh as she saw her five year old daughter pop her head out of the pile, a tiny digit pressed to her lips asking Mummy to be quiet. “No Daddy, sorry! My eyes see all! And they do not see her.” Galadriel bellowed down, before taking another sip from her mug, nearly spitting it everywhere as she watched Celebrían desperately try to hide beneath the leaves again.

“Oh no…” Halbrand began, sounding ‘scared’, “If Daddy can’t find her… and Mummy can’t see her… I guess that means we’ll be going trick or treating all alone…” “No!” The little girl cried out, bursting out of the pile, sending flashes of orange and brown everywhere. “Got you!” Halbrand yelled, making Celebrían squeal in delight. Then she couldn’t help but to toss some leaves in his direction. Her throw wasn’t strong enough, but the wind helped her out.

Halbrand copped a face full of nature.

Galadriel burst into laughter, the wind helping her out, carrying it right to his ears. “Oi!” He chuckled. “That’s not very nice! Let’s see how you like this then!” He picked up some leaves of his own and poured them over Celebrían’s head. “No, Daddy!” She protested, poorly, her giggles telling him how much she was enjoying this.

Then Galadriel watched from her window, as her husband threw himself into the pile and tackled their daughter, rolling them around in a fit of laughter and screams, spreading the leaves back across the lawn. All of Halbrand’s work undone in less than ten seconds. But she knew he wouldn’t mind.

He would also happily see this afternoon go on and on.

When finally they got to their feet, Galadriel had her phone out, snapping pictures of her two favourite people, wanting to remember this day she knew would eventually end. Like the sunset. Like autumn. Like all things.

Halbrand picked Celebrían off the ground and pointed up to where Galadriel was perched. The tiny silver haired child couldn’t help but wave. The two of them were covered in leaves, twigs, and dirt. “How about we go pay Mummy a visit, hmm?” “No!” Came Galadriel’s cry, genuinely protesting. “You know she likes autumn leaves as much as you do, Celly.” “No, you clean up first!” “You don’t want her to miss out, do you now?”

Celebrían shook her head with a cheeky grin. A grin that matched Halbrand’s. Blood didn’t matter. She really was his daughter. And they both howled up at her as they ran indoors, Galadriel hearing their thumping footfalls and their giggles coming up the stairs.

She resigned herself to her messy fate. It was a good thing she loved leaves.

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hii i love ur fics sm and ur one of the only 001 smut writers that i love so i have an request (im sorry if this is too ‘wild’😭) but can u do one of sitting on his face/faceriding?it can be whilst they are still in the lab or they ran away and living together

Ride 

Peter Ballard x Female!Reader | R-rated for sexual content

CW: potential spoilers for Season 4 Vol.1

word count: 1.4k

AN: Plot? sorry what plot? porn without a plot? yes. just. yes. and a praise kink, too? yes. edging? that too... i have nothing else to say except enjoy!

© lovetohate001, 2022. reposting/translating is not allowed.

“Are you sure?”

The words were soft and gentle, coming from those lips you’d had claim yours only seconds ago. Peter looked up at you with those bright eyes of his, eyebrows furrowed in what you could only guess was worry.

You reached a hand down and ran your hand through his hair. “I’m sure.”

You’d been carrying on this small escapade with Peter for weeks. You’d known each other for years. Essentially your entire childhood. And now…that friendship had blossomed into something more over the past four years. The love you had for each other was inevitable. After enduring all the hurt Brenner had put the two of you in your early childhood…how you’d crept to each other’s rooms to help the other fall asleep…it had all led up to this.

And you couldn’t have asked for a truer beacon of light in this darkness than the man before you…or rather, the man currently laying between your legs.

“You don’t know just how much you’ve made me want you this week,” he admitted, his breath fanning over your core as he spoke.

He kept his gaze on you. He was propped up on his elbows, his palms flat on the inside of your thighs, gently rubbing up and down. His words sent a jolt of pleasure up your spine.

“You liked that, didn’t you?” humour lilted the ends of his words, a smile teasing you.

Gentle caresses slowly became his hands squeezing your thighs. Your breath hitched at the way he would take his hands away and marvel at the way his hands had left a mark there.

His eyes locked on yours again as his fingers gently trailed along the edges of your underwear. Across your abdomen, the soft skin of your inner thighs, prodding, pressing and ghosting over absolutely anywhere except where you needed him most.

“Please…” you whimpered, your voice shaky and soft. You wouldn’t dare make a sound any louder. If you got caught…

“You need to use your words, darling.”

Frustration and humiliation burned your cheeks. You couldn’t even look at him. Since when were you so shy? So hesitant around him?

“Hmm?” he coaxed you on, his index and middle finger ghosting over your core.

You huffed out a breath and gripped the sheets beneath you.

“Please-Please touch me,” you finally got out.

Wordlessly, and rather unexpectedly, you felt him push your underwear to the side. His fingers felt just right.

“Oh,” you couldn’t help reaching down to put a hand in his hair.

His fingers curled up perfectly, touching you right where you needed him. And it felt sinful. You rolled your hips against his fingers and allowed small gasps to pass your kiss swollen lips, knowing well that it would give him all the encouragement he needed to keep going.

Fingers gripped tighter into his hair. His tongue circled your clit. The moans you longed to hear louder were instead a vibration that sang through your veins. Seeing him between your legs, his hair golden in the evening sun, was something that took your breath away. Until he sucked your bud so harshly, you lifted up a hand to bite down on. You felt the bastard smile against you.

“Don’t…don’t stop…” you gasped, back arching and that small warmth built in you, growing. “Please…”

His fingers slowed and his mouth strayed to your thighs, leaving kisses in his wake, an apology of sorts. You almost cried when you watched him put his fingers into his mouth, tasting you, as if he hadn’t been able to satiate himself from before already.

“My angel, I want us to try something today,” he started, sitting down between your legs, his hands resting on your thighs. “Can you trust me?”

“Hmm…” you couldn’t really respond, your eyes fixed on his hands, gently kneading your thighs. You noticed the way your legs trembled slightly. He was definitely to blame.

Peter sighed and let go of your thighs, shifting so he could lie next to you, face to face.

“I know you are incredibly shy…but I thought we could try something different today, don’t you think? Something that I think might make things a bit easier for you…” he trailed off and waited for you to reject his offer.

He knew you tended to stay on the safer side, with the things you knew and expected. He knew you needed to feel safe. And in control.

“I trust you,” was all the energy you had to say. “Show me what to do.”

And that was all he needed from you. His lips met yours, and he brushed his tongue over your bitten and bloodied lip, tenderly. He got up onto his knees and patted the other end of the bed.

“Sit there.”

You obeyed and, with some effort, went to the other side of the bed, grateful that your legs indeed did still work.

Peter lay down where you had been and beckoned you over.

“I want you to face the other way,” he took you by your shoulders and whirled you around. “And I want you to lean over me.”

You were on all fours now, your core right above his mouth.

“Sit up.” That was more of an order. His voice was hoarse, and his hands were around your waist, lifting you up.

A soft moan left you as you felt his hands trail back down to your thighs, holding you in place over him. You couldn’t see his face. But you felt him. His tongue flicked your clit, making your hips jerk down onto his lips.

He lifted you up and latched onto your clit again, sucking gently. Warmth coursed through you as you felt that soft pleasure heat you up again from the inside. Facing away from him like this felt…different.

You swiveled your hips around, hips jolting at the new feelings skittering up your core. oh this was good. His hands on your hips squeezed hard, a low moan reverberating into you in response. You moaned again and leaned back, your hands behind you, on either side of Peter’s head. Hips rocked back and forth over his mouth, and small whines left your parted lips.

A hand found its way up to your bralette, slipping underneath to graze over one of your nipples. You braced both of your hands on Peter’s chest, your breath shuddering out of you in uneven gasps. That tight band coiled in you was so close to snapping, and you had to – needed to do something about it. But Peter knew all too well, and moved his hands back to grip tightly at your hips, holding you in place.

With your body sending sparks in every direction from the touches that lingered on your skin, those slow and tentative licks he left on you drove you past insanity.

“Peter,” you whined, leaning forward to grip onto his thighs harshly, your nails digging into his skin. “Please…stop teasing me.”

You jolted again when he let out a genuine laugh, kissing your clit affectionately.

“If you want it so badly, try harder,” he said, his voice hoarse and so full of lust, you felt your core tighten. “Use me all you want, my angel.”

“Like this?” you grinded your hips down hard, onto his face, whimpering when you felt his tongue dip into your entrance.

“Perfect,” was all he could utter before he squeezed your sides, pushing you down again.

Your nails dug deep into his thighs, hips moving, the flat of his tongue running over your slit up to your clit. A breathy moan left you again. Your movements came to a halt as you steadied yourself, hands splayed over his chest. You were so close.

His hands held your hips so tightly it burned, but you didn’t care. You pressed down onto his mouth, his nose brushing your clit, sending electricity up your aching thighs.

“Fuck…fuck…” you couldn’t stop the obscenities, feeling his fingers press up against your overstimulated clit, his tongue delving deep into you, tracing your entrance and following the movement of your hips.

“Peter, I-“

Your climax ripped through you so strongly that Peter had to hold you up.

“You did so well for me, my angel…” he praised you, his arms wrapped around your waist, gently lowering you to lie against his chest.

You nuzzled your face into the crook of his neck and left a soft kiss on his pulse, your eyes already closing. You were sure as hell going to feel all of this tomorrow. Falling asleep to the soft sound of his heartbeat, and soft touches, massaging your aching thighs, was all you could ever ask for. It was one of the reasons why you loved him so much. And why you always would.

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[strangerthingsn]

My evil dad

Summary: You’re Eddies pregnant girlfriend during season 4 of stranger things. Eddie is not gonna die at the end tho!

a/n: I just came up with this idea a week ago so now I started writing it! (If you find any type of faults or anything else please mention!)

warning:(actually not that much warnings) sweet names like: sweetheart and babe, maybe a little bit angst, and y/n is a female :)

Chapter 6~ the drive

Yesterday was a long day for you and Alice. You both are not used to do so much in a day. Plus she cried really much because of the pain of her lil wound. She woke you up this morning on 4am because she was hungry. You breastfeed her what took about like an hour because she kept falling asleep while she was hungry. After that you both fell asleep again on your bed.

Yesterday night was horrible. So much police rushing through your street. It was really complicated to fall asleep for you both. You were worried about Eddie had been found.

Now it’s 1PM and You turned the tv on for maybe some news.

“Oh no…” you whispered. You see a officer standing next to reefer ricks garage / Eddie’s hiding place. He’s holding a photo of Eddie and he tells he escaped again. The police are hundred procent sure Eddie was the one who killed the 3th person. You knew him, he was for the basketball team, some friend of Jason.

You sigh and walk downstairs to the kitchen. You got some yogurt with strawberries, and took it back upstairs with you to watch Alice. You ate everything on your bed. It was pretty late already but you decided to have a lazy day today.

You had already almost fallen asleep as you hear some noices from under your bed. It scared the shit out of you at first, but then you decided to look what it was. You found your walkie-talkie and heard Eddie on the other line.

“miss y/l/n?” he asks. You grab the walkie from under your bed and sit down.

“Eddie?!” You smile as you hear him for the first time in almost two days.

“hey, yeah it’s me.” He sounded a lot less happier then you was.

“are you okay? Where are you, I can give you some help?” You look at some lil baby legs going in the air in Alice her crib.

“nahh.. I’m not, not okay… but don’t worry babe, I don’t want you to come hire. That’s too dangerous for you and Allie..” He sniffs. He’s crying.

“but I can come alone, I can let your uncle babysit her?” You still looking how Alice gets her socks off for the 4th time today, “Alice…” you mumble softly but Eddie heard it.

“what is she doing?” He has a shaky voice that hurts you. You get up and walk to her crib.

“she’s getting her socks off…for the fourth time, it’s so annoyin” you giggle while you try to get them on again with one hand.

“I wish i was there to see that” he sighs.

“I will record it for you” before she was born you bought a camera to record every lil sweet moment with Alice. Sadly Eddie can’t be with you to do that right now.

“still not the same..” Alice noticed her dads voice and she starts brabbeling.

“I think she hears you” you smile ”hey sweetheart” Eddie says while you hold the walkie closer to Alice.

“daddy is gonna vist you soon, then I’m gonna cuddle you and give you lil kisses and love” Alice smiles.

“She’s smiling babe” you kiss her nose.

“She probably thinks im a horrible dad..” he sobs.

“no no no, don’t say that babe… every time she sees you she’s super happy, she’s too young to realize any of this.” You pick her up and hold the walkie between your shoulder and head.

“hmm.. I’m not sure if she doesn’t notice it..”

“Where are you?” You sit down on bed with her holding the walkie again.

“you’re not coming y/n”

“Wasn’t my plan darling, how bad I even want it.”

“Well… Im hiding at skull rock..” he sighs, he probably stopped crying.

“what happened..? I mean you don’t have to tell it..”

“That motherfucker Jason found me last night… I tried to get away in time on the little boat but they were swimming behind me…..”

“and then the 3th person got killed?” You guessed

“yeah. Fuck…Why me again?”

“Just want you to know you’re a fucking strong person Eddie. I’m so proud of you. And I’m sure Alice is too. Whatever is murdering those people, we gonna kill it. Don’t worry and keep going please..” those words came straight out of your heart. Eddie was silent for maybe a minute.

“I love you.” He started crying again, “I promise not to give up, for you and Alice.”

“and your uncle. He misses you too.”

“Will you vist him? I mean he’s lonely.. where is he even living?” Eddie sobs again.

“yeah I’ll invite him today, and he is staying at his work he told me in the hospital.”

“he sleeps at his work?” He mumbles.

“yeah he is sleeping in a caravan“

“poor Wayne, I had to just stay there by Chrissy and go to fucking jail.”

“that wouldn’t change the fact he’s lonely baby.” You pull your shirt up to feed Alice.

“what did you do yesterday?”

“I went to that creel house with Steve, Nancy, Max, Lucas, Robin and Dustin.”

“why the hell did you go there?” He sniffs.

“there is much information of the monster that’s killing the people hire” Alice is drinking and you have to help her holding her head up.

“you found anything?”

“yeah, it’s probably his place in the upside down. He was there when we were there too. Strange things happened..”

“be careful next time alright princess?”

“I will be careful babe.”

“I have to go, I hear Steve and Dustin” he wipes his tears away.

“I’m gonna miss you. Love you.”

“Love you more princess.”

you lay the walkie down and look at drinking Alice who is already falling half asleep. You grab a tiny soft hair brush from your nightstand and starts brushing her hair really carefully. She opens her eyes from the feeling but they fluttered shut fast enough.

“Feels good?” You whisper. You know you’re not supposed to brush curls but she’s still a baby so it won’t mind that much. Plus you don’t even know how to take care of curls you definitely need Eddie for that.

When she stops drinking you pick her up to burb because otherwise she’ll maybe throw up in her bed. You rocking her carefully up and down against your shoulder. And there it was; the cutest little burn ever.

“Excuse you” you giggle. You get up to lay her in her crib again. After that you walk to the bathroom and undressed yourself. Before you turned the shower on you did a lil face mask and some other skincare.

——-

After the shower you wrapped a trowel around you and you dried your hair. Then you put some concealer, eyeliner and mascara on. You walk to the phone and call Wayne his work.

“hello you’re speaking with Bill from auto repair business Hawkins, where can I help you with?” A man voice spoke on the other line.

“Hey, stupid question but do you know Wayne Munson?” Your voice spoke soft.

“yeah he works hire.”

“is he around?”

“He’s outside but I can get him if you wanna speak to him?”

“yes please, would be amazing.” You lean against the wall.

“one moment” you hear some noices on the other line but you waited patiently for him to get Wayne.

“Hello?” You hear Wayne his voice.

“hey it’s y/n. How are you?”

“hey kid. I’m fine what about you?”

“I’m okay, the baby is doing great.”

“that’s awesome” he said.

“you wanna come over today to come see her?”

“Sure, I work different times since two days ago so I can be there around… four?”

“sounds good to me, my mom will be home also then” you smile.

“alright see you!”

“bye!” You hang up the phone and walk back to your bedroom, you open the closet to choose a simple outfit. Then you fix your hair and makeup. It’s 03:07 PM now. You actually kinda hoped Eddie would talk with you again through the walkie, but the didn’t. What you understand because he’s probably trying to safe Hawkins together with the others. You get another outfit for Alice so if she wakes up you can put it on.

“I’m home!” Your mom said from downstairs.

“hey”you walk to the stairs so you could talk with her.

“Wayne comes at four” you smile.

“Nice, does he bring his girlfriend?”

“I don’t know he’s coming to see the baby for the second time, he might brings her because he’s proud of Alice”

“alright I’ll clean the house a little then, did you already eat? I got pancakes for lunch maybe you want too?” She gives a soft smile.

“sounds good” you nod and smile back.

“alright I’ll make them , is Alice awake?”

“not yet, probably in 30 minutes she will”

“okay” she nods and walks to the kitchen. You walk into your room again, sitting on your bed just to think a little. You decided to grab the walkie.

“Eds?”

“Eddie?” “babe?” You start to give up when he suddenly awnsers.

“hey princess, something wrong?” You smile of hearing his voice again.

“no, just wanted to know what you guys are up to” he’s probably in the car by Nancy like you was yesterday. You could hear them talking and the sound of a driving car.

“we going to the lake to look if there is something there, since anyone had floated out of the water…”He mumbles.

“Be careful Eddie. Alice and I can’t loose you.”

“I know my love. I’m gonna be careful”

“Wayne is coming maybe he brings Sandra” You look around for Alice her pacifier.

“I wish I could be there”

“you doing something much more important, you gonna be a hero” you found it laying on the ground next to her crib.

“I’m not a hero.” He chuckles.

“Maybe for some people you are a freak but you’re mine and Alice our hero.” You giggle a bit too.

“Hey y/n” Dustin shouts from somewhere in the car.

“Let him talk with his girlfriend dumbass” you hear Steve saying frustrated.

“how if Alice? Does her wound still hurt?” Robin asks from probably next to Eddie.

“wound?” Eddie asks.

“yeah we were yesterday at that creepy old stinky house and suddenly the lights going on we followed it into a attic, what was super creepy. And it’s probably where he was in the upside down because the light went brighter and brighter, so did our flashlights. And then suddenly they all exploded and the glass flew everywhere and it accidentally hit your daughter..” Robin says almost in one breath. Eddie is silent for a moment to realize what she just all said.

“sooo… Alice is hurt?” He asks you.

“Yeah.. but it’s just a little bit, she got a bandage on it” you say soft.

“I’m not mad y/n. But just don’t do anything dangerous with her anymore, oki.?”

“okay Eds”

“I need to hang we are almost at the lake, I’ll speak to you sometime” he is already getting out of the car because you hear some doors.

“Alright… bye babe..”

“bye sweetheart. Love you.” He makes a lil kiss sound and he was gone again. You get up and grab the pacifier and put it in your pocket, you take it downstairs to you to wash it.

“almost done, just one pancake.” You mom smiles.

“You don’t have to hurry Wayne is probably late anyways. He’s just Eddie” you smile back at her.

“I know but I have to clean a little”

“I think the house looks fine mom.” You wash the pacifier with some water and you lay it next to the sink.

“did she dropped it?”

“I don’t know actually, just found it on the ground” you shrug your shoulders. “Also she takes her socks off the whole time and it starts to get annoying” you chuckle.

”well that’s a life with a baby, you did that too by the way.” She winks as she put the pancakes on the table. You roll your eyes a bit and sit down by the table.

“I got strawberries and whipped cream” she sits down next to you.

“you know that’s my favoritee!”

“I thought I should give you something extra since you doing such a great job being a mama all alone” she grabs a pancake and puts some syrup on it. You do the same but with whipped cream and strawberries.

“do you remember that pregnancy graving with pancakes, syrup, union and pickles.” She laughs.

“I know right I was so crazy” you take the fist bite and it tastes so good. “Hmmm.. love it.”

“guess I did a good job deciding to buy this on my way home”

“absolutely.” You were just silently eating for a moment.

“a couple days ago your dad told me he found you with Eddie. Is that right?” She asks carefully.

“Well…” You look down, “he didn’t actually kill anyone and we both know that.”

“Im just happy for you. He also finally got to see his daughter. Where is he now?”

“I don’t know actually, probably still hiding since the police is a hundred procent sure he killed those people” you lie while cause you know exactly what he’s doing. you take a bite again.

“I hope it will all be good soon. I miss him around. He was always so nice.” Your mom is eating her second pancake.

“Yeah but can you please not tell anyone else.?”

“our secret, and I will tell dad he can’t say anyone else.” She smiles softly. You nod and continued eating until the doorbell rang.

“ill open you can get Alice” your mom gets up and walks to the door, you get up also and you walk upstairs. When you walk into your bedroom you see her feet in the air trying to takes her socks off. You smile and grab the camera silently. You had already filmed the first time you feed her. Or you giving the plushie to her, basically all the sweet moments you’ve had. You filmed her taking her socks off while walking closer.

“what are you doing babyy?” You tickle her feet a little with your other hand. She smiles and let out a silent scream, she kicks her feet to get your hands away. You giggle and stop filming.

“Come hire” you pick het up and put her socks in your pocket, you take her to your bed and puts her other outfit on you choose earlier.

You walk downstairs after you’ve put her outfit on. You heard the voices from your mom, Wayne and his girlfriend already upstairs.

“there she is” Wayne says looking at you. You smile at him and his girlfriend.

“hello! I’m sorry it took a lil longer, she was sleeping”

“that’s okay” Sandra smiles. You sit down on the couch next to Wayne. Wayne looks at Alice and he starts smiling only if seeing her. “we’ve got you a little present” Sandra says giving you a little onesie with Corroded coffin on it and a new pacifier. You gasp,

“That’s so adorable, thank you so much” you smile big while taking it from her.

“I thought you and Eddie would love it, we bought it before she was born but I forgot to give it last time” Wayne looks at it.

“it’s super cute! I love it!..you wanna hold her by the way?”you totally forgot asking.

“I’d love too” he takes Alice from you.

“She looks just like Eddie” Sandra looks at her.

“you’re not the first one who said that” you giggle.

——-

It’s 11PM, Alice is already sleeping in her crib with her new onesie. Wayne and Sandra leaved a couple hours ago after you all had dinner. You’re laying on bed and you’re really tired but you liked to see Wayne and Sandra again. They feel like family to you.

The first time Eddie showed you Wayne already liked you. He got you presents for your birthday, he gave you and Eddie much advice. And you could always talk to him, on good days but also your bad days.

When you told Eddie you were pregnant he came crying to his uncle because he knew how bad his father was, he was scared to be just as horrible in fatherhood as him. Wayne calmed him down and het told him to take good care of you. He also told some stories of when Eddie lil was. Still Eddie was scared, but it turns out he’s a perfect dad, even when he’s hiding for murder.

To be continued…

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Hey y’all! I was on a vacation this weekend that’s why it took a little longer.. I also made a master list yesterday since I finally know how to even do that lol

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Hi

I'm assuming that ur request is open can u do where (separate) Dazai and Fyodor's gf have 3 breakdowns over their 1 week long midterm/Exams. But problem is that s/o don't won't to cry & make themselves look like a fool in front of her genius bf. I studied but its still so hard & I'm so stressed that my mind cannot process information.

Anon, you have guess correctly, as my requests are always open. And I relate, I was so stressed trying to cram for midterms for two of my worst classes and then I go and get sick lmao. Anyway, though this is coming out later than anticipated, I hope everything turned out well for you. Come back any time and I hope you enjoy :))

Hurriedly, you wiped the tears from your bleary eyes, glancing over at the clock. It's glaring red numbers - not made any softer by the single lamp you had on - read 3:42 and you groaned into your hands. The words on the page in front of you blurred together, both because of your exhaustion and how much you had cried. Your coffee was cold, having failed to lend you any energy hours ago, and you froze as you heard the floor by your bedroom door creak. No matter how bad it was, you couldn't let Osamu see you this way. Sweet, cocky, charming Osamu Dazai who never had to try. Dazai who was practically a genius, who sometimes forgot what day it was but never failed to ace all of his classes without the sleepless nights you had to put in.

Honestly, you couldn't understand what he saw in you. Compared to him, anything you did seemed small; if he ever really tried, he could probably cure cancer. And you loved him. But it was nights like these that you doubted every time he ever said he loved you. Why would you? You couldn't hold a candle to him. What were you doing? Studying endlessly for an exam to pass a class to earn a degree that would let you work forever. The thought made you even sadder.

Now you were so blind to anything but the notes in front of you you didn't notice your boyfriend, rubbing sleep from his eyes and brushing his dark hair from his still glittering eyes (how he managed to always look so awake you would never know, the man had a worse sleep schedule than anyone you'd ever met) as he pulled up a chair beside you.

"You know, if this was me, love, you would be scolding me to get to bed and 'get some sleep for once in your life.'"

You jumped, hiding your face in your hands. "The hell are you doing here?"

"Well I was terribly thirsty and imagine my surprise when I find you here of all places."

"No Dazai," you sighed. "I mean why are you here? Compared to you I look like a failure- anything I can do, you can do better with your eyes closed and your hands tied behind your back. So why are you here instead of with any of the other genius girls in this place?"

Dazai blinked. His eyebrow lifted, a questioning look making his lips turn up. "Love, you know how our professors always say there are no stupid questions? That was probably the exception."

"But I don't stand a chance against you! I'm not as impressive or-"

"Y/n listen!" Dazai looked exasperated, rubbing his eyes as he gathered himself. "What's so wonderful about you is how you always put everything you have into the things you do. You're right, you aren't like me; you're better and that's why. You have to care about the things you do, because your passion decides the outcome. And one can not be apathetically brilliant. Remember that."

You smiled, laughing through a sob as you felt his arms close around you, leaning into his chest and breathing him deep. "Now please," he sighed, "can we please go back to sleep?"

Fyodor grumpily turned over, eyes assaulted by the glow of your laptop.

"My love it is four in the damn morning, respectfully, what could you possibly be doing?"

Before he could see, you released your lip from between your teeth, blinking away your tears and steadying your shaky voice before you said a thing.

"Nothing, don't worry. Just go back to sleep."

There was a slim chance he'd believe you; you loved how smart he was, but now you were hoping to heaven and hell that he wouldn't take a second look. If he did, he would see the raw skin of your upper lip where you pulled it off, the streaks of dry tears making lines of your skin glow just a bit brighter. He would have seen the heavy way your eyelids begged to close, the dark shadows beneath them bringing light to your exhaustion.

Of course he saw it all. He sat up beside you, closing your computer and looked you in the eye. His eyes were made for the dark; staring through you even now.

"You're the one always preaching to everyone else how important it is to care for oneself hm?" He held your chin gently, forcing you to look at him. "I should hope you haven't forgotten your own words?"

"You're one to talk," you muttered. "You've never had to try at all. I hardly think you're in the position to lecture me."

To your surprise, he laughed; the sound was low in his throat and soothing in the heat of the dark.

"Perhaps my love, but you're not in the right either. We both know this won't help you."

"Better than doing nothing."

In a second, he had your body pressed into his own. He rolled you away from your laptop, switching your positions on the bed while keeping his arms around you.

"Do not dismiss your well being so easily, dorogaya. What magic takes place when you sleep." He drew a finger down your nose, making you giggle in spite of yourself. "I watch as the night takes your weary bones and crafts them new for the day. I watch you become new each night, washed clean in a midnight sea as your mind creates stories for you to call kingdoms."

"Poetic bastard," you grinned, as you sank into him with each slow exhale. You could feel your spine release when his hands slipped beneath your shirt, his palms warm on your skin.

"The day waits for you; it will come. Do not rush it. Enjoy the night with me."

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E5 deep dive! This will be fun because Mr and I have VERY different opinions on certain parts of this episode.

The good:

This might be Pablo Schreiber’s best performance yet, and that’s saying something.

Everyone delivers in this one. Soren and Laera have some great moments, separately and together. Riz’s final lines with John (and that hug!), Halsey’s and John’s speeches at Vannak’s funeral, Kwan’s vision and her shamelessly calling John on his BS. This episode does a great job of showing the fallout from Reach on a small scale. Not what it did to humanity as a whole, but what it did to these individual humans.

The exit from Reach and Riz’s last run for Vannak are epic.

Vannak gets a great send-off, and can we talk about how well-preserved he was after being dead for a week?

Makee continues to be one of the most intriguing characters for many reasons, not the least of which is she’s inexplicably (literally inexplicably; they haven’t explained it) alive. She cries as she watches Reach fall, then says she cares nothing for “the Demon” (who she ordered ‘Gatanai not to kill a few hours ago). She and Cortana appear to be hatching some kind of plan.

Speaking of Cortana…EVERYTHING I thought about that opening scene in the first episode got flipped on its head. Did Cortana sell her soul (operating system?) to Parangosky in exchange for John or something?

Also speaking of Cortana, John is so not OK without her it hurts to watch. “If I’d had my armor, if I’d had her with me” 😭 “There’s a space where there used to be a voice and a feeling someone knew me” 😭😭 Just get these two back together already.

Kai’s little strut when she meets the S-IIIs 😍

The bad:

Reach didn’t quite go out with the bang it deserved, unless there’s a heck of a surprise in store. I’m not sure what would have been the bang it deserved, but this wasn’t it.

Admiral Keyes is not around. Yes, I knew he wasn’t going to be, but I love him darn it.

Vannak was all dead, not only mostly dead as I had hoped and will continue to imagine.

Still no Miranda, not that I expected her. Does she know her dad is dead?

Observations/predictions/wishful thinking:

Riz’s exit. One part where that @mrtobenamedlater and I do not agree. I saw this coming from the start of the season. Riz was already hurting and increasingly disillusioned with Spartan life. Now she’s even more beaten up. She was never really going to be a Spartan again. She can barely even walk when she tells John she’s done. Her departure made a good contrast to John’s response. His way to honor Vannak’s sacrifice is to hunt down his killers; Riz’s way is to live the life his sacrifice spared.

I don’t think this is the last of Riz, however. We’ll run into her again.

Makee seems to be filling the Sesa ‘Refumee role from Halo 2, with her line about the Prophets being liars. She is on no one’s side because no one is on her side.

Given that Makee describes ‘Gatanai to Cortana as the fleet master and calls him “the Arbiter,” I guess he’s the Silver Timeline’s Thel ‘Vadam? And his line to Makee about how she lives only by his grace? Did he personally revive her or something?

Also I’m going to assume Makee never touched the artifact in E2, probably just as well since that would have taken John out, and that she and ‘Gatanai took it off Reach. Why didn’t she touch it though?

Did Kessler get kidnapped for a new Spartan program? I’m all about Uncle Master Chief going to rescue his surrogate nephew by the way.

Where did Perez and that transport go? I was sort of expecting to find them on Aleria.

This episode will get derided as “filler” but it sets up a lot for the rest of the season: The Arbiter, the ring, Kwan’s and Madrigal’s place in all this, the Spartan-IIIs.

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Chapter 14: Ruusaar (Second Chances - Hunter x reader)

Ruusaar. n. foundation.

Chapter Summary: Reunited with your squad, you and Hunter come to an understanding.

Chapter Warnings: canon compliant as far as Echo going with Rex to fight for his brothers; I nearly cried writing this one, y'all, so angst but also feelings!; if I missed anything, please let me know!

Word Count: 2,421

Read it here on AO3!

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You scramble to your feet, heart stuttering in your chest. “Hunter, where. Is. Echo?” 

“He’s not dead,” he says. He pushes to his feet, a few loose curls bouncing on his forehead. “He’s...well, I’m not sure where he is, exactly.” 

Your knees nearly give out as relief crashes over you. He’s alive. Only Omega’s hand slipping into your own helps to ground you, keep you steady. Meeting her red-rimmed eyes, tears prickle in your nose. 

“Explain,” you say, looking back up to Hunter. 

Lips pressed into a thin line, he nods once, before leading you to the cockpit. The wash of the hyperspace vortex is familiar—but the empty co-pilot seat shatters the otherwise comforting sight. Tech glances over his shoulder in acknowledgement of your entrance. 

Hunter lowers himself into one of the other seats, and you mirror him across the small space. Crawling into your lap, Omega curls up against your chest; you wrap your arms around her, a surge of protective warmth blanketing you. You’re home. You’re safe. You’re okay. 

Wrecker sidles into the cockpit and silently takes the remaining empty seat, the co-pilot chair. His usually happy and unbothered expression is drawn and tired, eyes downcast. A trill of alarm flits through you. You glance at Hunter for reassurance.

Rubbing a hand over his face, Hunter sighs. “We were on Coruscant a few standard weeks ago.” 

Jaw dropping, you narrow your eyes at him, feeling a little betrayed. The entire time you’ve known these men, protecting Omega has been their number one priority—going to the literal heart of the Empire is probably the most counterintuitive move they could have made. And they made it without you. 

Hunter drops his eyes from yours, grimacing. He continues, “An...old friend needed help with something. It had to do with other clones. We couldn’t say no. Echo decided to stay with our friend to keep helping other clones get free of the Empire.” Rummaging in one of his pockets, he pulls out a smooth, black holopuck. “Here.” 

You catch the puck in one hand. Pressing the button, a miniature blue hologram of Echo gutters to life. Omega shifts in your lap; you hold the puck so she can see the holo, too. 

“Nav,” the recording starts, and you can’t help the grin that tugs at your lips. Echo continues, “Listen. I don’t know when this will make its way to you, but you deserve to know that I don’t blame you. There are no easy answers these days. 

“I’m going to work with an underground network to free clones from the Empire and fight for clone rights. My comms will be off. But send me messages; I’ll see them...whenever I come back online.” The image of Echo grins bashfully and rubs at the back of his neck. “Not sure how often that’ll be. But I’ll comm you all as soon as I’m able, just so you know I’m alive.

“Take care of the kid, Nav. And take care of Hunter. Ask him—” Echo’s gaze draws away from the recording device, and in the background are muffled voices, Tech calling for the drop out of hyperspace, if you had to guess. “Well, that’s my cue. I’ll see you around, Nav.” 

With that, the blue glow fades. 

Omega sniffles, burying her face against your shoulder. You mindlessly rub her back, drawing soothing circles. Your own face is wet with tears. Hunter offers you a tight, sad smile. 

“I know you and Echo were close,” he says, his voice soft, softer than it should be. 

You can only nod. “How—” Your voice breaks, and you clear your throat. “How long ago was this?” 

“Two standard weeks, give or take,” Tech says. “Our friend contacted us not long after we left Iridonia. We completed another unsuccessful mission for Cid. The Marauder was stolen; we retrieved it, obviously, and then we received the transmission. We thought it was you.” 

Wrecker perks up at this part of the story. “Yeah! We took a vote and went back for you.” He grins and says, “We all voted to go.” 

You glance between him and Tech, before your gaze settles once more on Hunter, who is avoiding looking at you. “All of you?” 

Hunter meets your eyes for a fleeting moment—long enough, though, that you recognize the pain behind the shield he’s thrown up around himself: It’s the same pain that’s lodged itself between your lungs and breastbone since they left. When he drops his gaze again, he nods slowly. “All of us.” 

“Well,” you say, warmth creeping up your neck, “thanks for that.” 

Tech swivels his seat around. “Now I believe it is your turn to explain. What were you doing in an Imperial detention facility? And if that transmission did not come from you, who sent it?” 

You squeeze Omega a little tighter, unsure how she, of all of them, will react to this news. After a moment, you say, “I think it was Crosshair.” 

Drawing back from your embrace, Omega peers up at you with wide eyes, a glimmer of hope overtaking her expression. Wrecker’s jaw drops, while Hunter works his. 

“Explain,” Tech repeats. 

You recount the appearance of the strange ship, your encounter with the sand lion, the brief conversation with Crosshair before he stunned you, and the time spent in his ship. You don’t omit any details, not anymore. They deserve the truth, and you deserve to tell it.

When you mention the name Tarkin, each of them tense, glancing at one another. 

“What is it?” you ask. 

“Tarkin’s no friend to clones,” Hunter says, a bite of anger in his voice. “If he’s after you, he’s after us.”

“We’ll be safe, though, right?” Omega says. “Maybe he still thinks we’re dead. After all, if Crosshair survived on Kamino and told the Empire we escaped, why haven’t they been chasing us?” 

“Good point, kid,” you murmur. She flashes a toothy smile, before her face drops again. 

“So, Crosshair is a good guy again?” Wrecker asks. His brow is furrowed in genuine confusion. 

“He is still working for the Empire,” Tech says, “so that part is unclear.” 

Hunter catches your attention, his eyebrows raising just a fraction, asking a silent question that you’re relieved you can still decipher. You nod; he leans back, face vacant, staring into the middle distance. 

“Let’s say he hasn’t told the Empire you’re all alive. He also used a comm frequency that can no longer be traced because it’s off-world,” you say, holding up fingers as you list evidence. “He waited until after I was in custody so it couldn’t be pinned on him. And unless another clone has taken up the habit of carrying toothpicks, who else would have left one with my pack?” You shake your head. “I don’t know about ‘good guy,’ but...” 

“He helped us,” Hunter says, quiet, thoughtful. “For now, that’s going to have to be good enough.” 

“Do you think...” Omega’s voice trails off, like she’s afraid to finish her question. 

You shrug with one shoulder. “I dunno, kid. Crosshair has to make his own decisions.” 

She slips from your lap and pads across the cockpit to curl up in Wrecker’s grasp instead. Cold without her, you tug your legs up to your chest, resting your chin on one knee. The five of you sit in silence. Today has been a whirlwind. Somehow, you wonder if being captured and brought to Coruscant hasn’t left the squad in a worse spot than if you had just...told them about your past in the first place. An admiral knows your name now. Who else in the Empire has accessed your file? Brain cycling through progressively more and more anxiety-fueled thoughts, you lose track of time.

A soft blip-blip-blip from the control console breaks you out of your spiral. Blinking, you peer at Tech, who eases the ship out of hyperspace. Through the viewport, you stare out into the vast black void, dotted by specks of burning gas. Another few moments, and Tech throws the lever once again, sending the ship hurtling through another hyperlane. 

Omega has fallen asleep on Wrecker. Gently, he cradles her closer, then stands with more care than you’ve ever seen him move. The girl doesn’t even stir. Sending you a soft smile, Wrecker ducks out of the cockpit to put Omega in her room; when he doesn’t return, you figure he’s probably gone to sleep, as well. 

Sleep sounds nice, but despite your aching eyes, a fresh knot of tension has twisted your heart up, and you know you won’t find rest until it passes. 

“You guys should rest,” you say, voice hoarse. “I’ll take watch.” 

Hunter begins, “You don’t have—” 

You hold up one hand, and he falls silent. “Please,” you say. “Let me do this.” 

Tech offers no argument, and, unlocking his datapad, shuffles out of the cockpit with a mumbled, “Goodnight.” When the door swishes shut behind him, you thud your head back against the headrest. Hunter, though, remains in his seat across from you. You study each other for what could be moments, or could be hours. You don’t know, and right now, you don’t have it in you to care. You’re home; that’s all that matters. 

Echo’s words drift to the forefront of your mind. Take care of the kid, Nav. Like you weren’t already planning to do that. But it’s his request that you take care of Hunter that has you stumped. Sure, Echo was the first to realize you harbored a crush on Hunter, but taking care of him? And what was he going to tell you to ask Hunter? 

Swallowing against the sudden lump in your throat, you worry your lip. “Hunter.” 

His gaze flicks to you. In the blue-white lights of hyperspace, half of his face is hidden in shadow—the un-inked side, giving him an intimidating presence. Or it would be intimidating, if you didn’t recognize the deep well of exhaustion and confusion in his glimmering eyes. His mask has dropped, you realize. Shoulders slumped forward, permanent frown, chest rising with shallow breaths: you’ve never seen him this stressed. Maybe he’s just never shown you this side of him before. 

You continue, “Thank you. Really. You didn’t have to come back, and I’m grateful you did. I owe you. All of you.” 

He leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees, pressing his fists against his eyes. He draws the bandana off as he sits up straight again. Free, his curls cascade over his forehead and tumble to his shoulders. You want to freeze him here, take a holoscan, do something to capture the way he looks in this moment. Without the bandana, he looks so...young. Scared. 

“You owe us more than that, Nav,” he finally says, voice low and scratchy. “But we came back because we don’t leave one of our own behind.” 

You consider his words, weighing your own. Is that what I am, one of yours? is what you want to say. Instead, you sigh. “What about Crosshair?” 

“Like you said, he has to make his own decisions.” Hunter searches your face. “We’d welcome him back if that’s the next choice he made.” 

There are so many things you want to say in this moment. Apologies, explanations, questions, answers: none of the words feel right, none of them string together in ways that make sense to you. You want to ask about Crosshair’s scars. You want to know every detail of what happened while you were gone. Kriff, you just want him to tell you where you stand. 

Slowly, telegraphing every movement before you make it, giving him ample time to get up and leave, you make your way across the cockpit. He merely looks up at you, head tilted to the side. When you raise your eyebrows in your own silent question, he hesitates for only a moment before opening his arms. Trembling, you settle into his lap, much like you had that night on Quantxi. His body is warm, almost hot; his arms are strong where they rest around you. You want to cry. 

“Are we going to be okay?” you whisper. 

He looks down at you for a long moment. This close, you spy the freckles hidden beneath his tattoo, admire the lines and creases around his eyes, study the depths of his gray irises. He’s so close that his warm breath puffs across your face. 

“I was...” He shakes his head, thumping his head back against the seat. “I am angry with you for lying to us—to me. But these past two weeks....” He falls silent again. Then, quietly, so quiet that you’re only certain he speaks because you’re pressed against him: “I missed you more than... more than I thought I would.” 

Your heart leaps. “Let me fix this. Let me make everything up to you.” 

“I’m not good at this,” he says. “I’m not good at...feelings. Not good with people.” 

“You’re good with Omega,” you offer. 

His lips twitch. “She’s a clone.”

“Ah, right,” you say. “I’m nat-born, how could I forget?” 

“S’not a bad thing,” he says. “But I don’t know if this is something you can fix, Nav. I think this is something that just has to be.” 

Biting your cheek, you reach up hesitantly. His cheek is coarse with day-old stubble, but he lets you turn his face towards yours so you can meet his eyes again. 

“Then let it be with me,” you say. 

He nods and leans forward. You stay absolutely still, freezing in his arms. He presses his forehead to yours briefly, his curls tickling the sides of your face, so close that you’re damn sure he can hear every nerve in your body shrieking. When he pulls back, the soft look he gives you nearly makes you sob. 

His expression falls in the next heartbeat, his eyes screwing shut. “One more mistake, Nav, and you won’t ever see us again.” 

“I- I understand,” you whisper. Any louder, and you won’t be able to hide the way you’re holding back tears. 

He nods. For a second, you think he’s going to accept that as the end of the conversation and stay here with you, to hold up his end of the bargain, to let whatever hurt he needs healing to sit between you. But he nudges you to your feet and, without another glance, disappears into the cargo hold. The near-deafening silence of hyperspace presses in on you, and you sink to your heels, shaking. 

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Detective Satan and assistant MC [Obey me Fic+Art]

A/N: Hello @tulipsaisle ! I'm your secret Santa! I decided to write a fic about an adventure with Satan and the mc :) I hope you enjoy it and - MERRY CHRISTMAS HOHOHO

Thanks @lemeowade for organising this event <3

(Btw I didn't get to proofread it, 'cause it's exam period for me now haha, I used this event to justify procrastinating lmao)

Rating: General Audiences

Word count: 1275

Masterlist

“Aha! More footsteps! Let’s follow them.” Satan cried out. You had been following the same trail of footsteps for 20 minutes already. You crossed the street, walked past majolish and that one store where Levi gets his manga. “Are you sure that it stayed within the city?” you asked, “If it left the city then there is no way we’ll find it again.” Satan wagged his finger. “Tsk, no no. Rule number one of sleuthing. Never give up once you have a trail. We will find this cat, even if it’s the last thing I’ll do!”

(1 hour earlier)

You and Satan left the catcafé after a well deserved break. A couple of weeks ago the place opened and the two of you had already become regulars, the cats even looked up when hearing your names. Quite adorable. “Did you see how Nifty rubbed her hear against me?” Satan asked, still on a high from the affection he got from the feline. “I did.” You responded. “It was so adorable! And the bell around her neck clanged so happily when you started playing with him.” Satan smiled more at that comment. The cats really seemed to like him and it was the biggest piece of joy in his life. You decided to head back to the house of Lamentation, because you still needed to study for a human charming test. Memorising spells sucks. You thought. You were looking around, trying to find anything and everything to use as an excuse not to go home when you suddenly saw Asmo running across the street. “GET BACK HERE YOU THIEF!” He yelled. “What is this all about?” You commented. Satan looked up, seemingly indifferent about the situation. “Hm? Don’t know, don’t care.” He said as he walked past his screeching brother. Asmo continued as he continued running into an ally. “GIVE ME MY NECKLACE BACK CAT! YOU FIEND!” …. Satan’s head whipped around and he came to a halt. “Cat?” He whispered. “Did he just say… Cat?” He enunciated every word. “I guess.” You said. “Let’s see what’s happening” He quickly responded. He grabbed your hand and rushed into the ally, following his brother. Wow, he switched his attitude quickly after hearing the word cat. You thought. However, you were very grateful to Asmo’s screeching. Now you could procrastinate more, yes! 

The two of you entered the ally and saw Asmo yelling to a furry creature sitting atop the wall that closes the ally. “I said! Give it back!” He cried. The cat didn’t seem to pay him much mind. He wagged his tail while holding on to a shiny gold necklace. “What is going on?” Satan questioned. Asmo turned around: “O perfect!” He said, tears welling up in his eyes. “I just returned from buying that gorgeous necklace. I was going to wear it to school tomorrow, ‘cause it matched a shirt I have perfectly. However,” He turned again, now facing the cat. “This little THIEF, stole it from me!” The cat wagged his tail again, content to be out of reach. “I have been chasing it all through town!” The cat purred, enjoying the show. However, it soon became bored. It turned around and hopped down to the other side of the wall. “NOOO” Asmo cried once more. How can someone yell that much? You questioned. “Now I’ll never find it again.” He dejectedly looked down. “No need to fear dear younger brother of mine.” Satan said in a voice that can only be described as the voice of a protagonist. “It is clear to me now. This is a case for a detective and his assistant.” He put on a detective hat and was holding a magnifying glass. Where did those come from? “We will find that necklace for you!” He grabbed your hand. “Detective Satan and his assistant are on the care!” You interjected. “Can’t we both be detectives? Why do I have to be an assistant.” “Because every detective needs an assistant, everyone knows that. And I’m not gonna be one, so..” He shrugged his shoulders and Asmo asked. “So, will you two return my necklace?” Satan put his nose up into the air; “Of course dear younger brother, no need to fear. You just return home and well find that cat and return your jewellery.” “Yay!” Asmo commented. “Then I’ll leave it to you! Bye bye you two.” His good spirits seemed to have returned. Asmo strolled out of the ally, leaving Satan and you by yourselves. Wait no. I mean detective Satan and his assistant! “So, where do we start?” You asked. “Find clues.” He responded. “So, lets follow the trail this cat left behind until we find him and solve the case of the lost necklace!”

(Back to the present)

“Satan, we have been running around for over forty-five minutes, we questioned a bunch of people and cats and we’ve lost our trail. Maybe it’s time to call it quits and go home.” Your watch indicated that it was almost time for dinner. Luckily it wasn’t your day to cook, but still, you had had it with the detective stuff. “No!” He interjected. “We still haven’t found the cat, nor the necklace! We can’t return now. Asmo will lose all hope.” Right, that’s the reason. Not ‘cause you wanna continue playing Sherlock Holmes. “Fine. However, if we don’t find any more clues in the next fifteen minutes then I’m going home.” You said, giving an ultimatum. “Deal.” he quickly responded. You let out a sigh. The cat had disappeared from your sight a while ago, the chance that you’ll find it again was quite slim. However, the blond haired demon next to you refused to give up. It was quite admirable. You continued your search, questioning more passerbys and cats. You wondered if Satan really had learned the language of cats or if he was just messing around in the name of ‘questioning their kind’. Several minutes passed with no luck in finding clues. You looked at your watch once more: “It’s been fifteen minutes, Satan. Let’s return, I don’t think we’re gonna find it again.” You said to him, “Let’s give this one to the cats.” Satan looked down dejectedly. You were right. “It seems the great detective Satan has failed.” He sighed. You grabbed his hand and started walking towards the house of Lamentation. You passed the bookshop, the grocery store, the cat café where you were sitting an hour and a half ago and majolish where the crime first took place. Your eyes swept over the small ally next to the store. A flash shooting across it. Huh? You thought. What was that? Satan was still walking next to you. At first he was unaware of your discovery, he was still gloomy about his failure as a detective. However, then he felt you slowing your steps and your gaze was focused on a dark ally. “What is i-” He started, but he was interrupted when you swiftly pulled him into the ally. “There it is! The culprit!” You yelled. “What?!” He questioned perplexed. You let go of his hand, stealthily snuck upon the cat (without being noticed) and grabbed the necklace that he was holding in his mouth! “Got it! I got it, Satan!” You celebrated. You had been victorious! Satan grabbed your shoulders, a smile on his face. “Good job! Detective Satan and his assistant do it again!” Your brows furrowed. You shook your head, removed the detective hat from his head and put it on yourself. “Wrong.” You paused, looking at him dramatically. “It was detective MC and assistant Satan who cracked the case.”