#[i miss rose and i'm so ready to write again once i have the time to]

[thewriterwithnoplan]

THE WINTER KEEP (2/2)

Summary: You have fled the Red Keep, the Greens and Alicent's poison. It is time to play your hand and herald your mother's ascension on a larger scale. You will fly to Winterfell, treat with the Lord Cregan Stark and await your brother. You are weak and a girl, no longer. You are a dragon ready to spill blood to ensure your promises are kept.

[Part 2 to The Highest Tower]

Soulmate AU: Your animal familiar leads you to your soulmate.

Pairing: Cregan Stark x Reader 

Word Count: 5631

Warnings: Canon typical warnings, swearing, canon divergence, my first time writing for hotd, pretty sure I'm missing something...

Masterlist

Laesuvion had taken to the skies through a hole in the dragon pit. Swift and lethal and stealthy as a white dragon against dark clouds could be. Come morning the whole of Kings Landing would know that you had fled. Come morning the usurper King and his council of snakes would be plotting your demise. You would need every advantage, every inch of distance you could gain before they found the wherewithal to send men after you. The Queen could protect you no longer, your time as her ward had passed. As Laesuvion crested the skies above the Red Keep, and you urged him north, you left just as you had arrived all those years ago. Rhaenyra’s only daughter. Her greatest supporter. Her most loyal weapon.

It took some days to fly north, you rested only once. On the second night of flying, setting down in the swamplands just beyond Greywater Watch. You swaddled yourself in your flying cloak and huddled in a hollow tree as Laesuvion hunted. Sleep came in fitful bursts, each gust of wind and animal sound convincing you that despite your head start from having flown through night and day and night again, the king's loyal men had somehow found you. You awoke around dawn to find Laesuvion’s bulk curved around your tree, his breathing deep and rhythmic in sleep. You crept toward his front claws and the charred mass caged there.

Your first food in some hours, since the day prior when you had polished off the meagre supplies you had smuggled out of the Keep. You tore charred clumps from what might have once been a deer or livestock from a nearby farm. You set these aside in case Laesuvion woke hungry, as you shredded his offering until– There, protected by the cocoon of hardened char, well-cooked meat. You gorged yourself.

You took to the skies an hour later, dehydration your greatest enemy so close to the searing sun. You wrapped your cloak around you, tied yourself firmly to the saddle and tried desperately to catch another snatch of rest. Through that morning, that evening and night, Laesuvion tore through the skies of Westeros.

You landed in the Northlands on the third dawn of your travels. The south gate of Winterfell rose to greet you, a small host of men waiting under its shelf. Dehydrated, exhausted, terrified, you could have wept with joy.

“Holt!” You startled. It was a woman.

“I mean no harm.” You dismounted Laesuvion carefully, moving purposefully to disguise your limb's feeble shakes. At eye level, though separated by a good fifty yards you repeated, “I mean you no harm.”

“Your dragon?” The woman demanded.

The men shifted nervously as Laesuvion gave a chest-deep rumbling purr. “Merely glad to have found our destination.”

“Come forward.”

“To whom do I speak?” You inched forward, Laesuvion nosing at your back.

“Sara Snow.” Up close you found Sara Snow to be very beautiful. With ebony hair twisted in intricate braids and eyelashes so long they caught snowflakes. A true northern beauty, with a sword strapped to her back and a pelt secured to her shoulders.

“I seek an audience with Lord Cregan Stark.”

“He is in a meeting with his men.”

“He will want to speak to me.” You smiled pleasantly, “He owes loyalty to my mother, the Queen.”

“House Stark owes loyalty to King Viserys.” Sara jutted her chin, “No oaths were sworn to his lady-wife.”

“You misunderstand me, Sara Snow. I speak of my mother, the Realms Delight. Queen Rhaenyra to whom Lord Rickon swore fealty.”

The men sent furtive glances to one another. Sara paused and then curtsied. “Forgive me, Princess. The North had not heard word of you for some years now, we feared you had been lost.”

“Ah, I have been kept to the Keep for some time.”

“Winterfell is most honoured to–” Sara turned.

The sound of crunching snow, hurried footsteps, quickened breath. One of Sara’s men toppled to the ground as a dire wolf barrelled through his legs. Pitch black but frosted with snow, it careened toward you. The man giving chase shouted the wolf’s name, skidded around the line of men, and stumbled to a stop mere inches in front of you. In what seemed to be perfect, practised coordination, Laesuvion jammed his snout into your back as the dire wolf danced around his owner's legs. In a heap of limbs, winter cloaks, and riding leathers, you collapsed on the man and fell to the snow.

You wheezed; the air knocked from your lungs. Your limbs shook as you scrambled up, plating a hand on the man's face as leverage.

“Sir.” You hissed; with all the royal poise you could muster. Alicent would be appalled. Your mother would be beyond amused.

“My apologies, lady.” The man grabbed your hips to lift you from him. Mortified you slapped his hands away and fought to your feet. “If you would just let me–”

You struggled, “Unhand me!”

“Here, just–” You planted a knee in his groin. He tried to curl up beneath you.

“Get off me!” You gave him a harsh shove and fumbled to your feet. “How dare–”

Sara Snow launched into raucous laughter. Hand clutching her side as she howled in delight. Her men shuffled as if wondering whether to intervene. Your assailant hobbled to his feet, one handheld protectively over his front, the other outstretched toward you as if to keep you at a distance.

You whirled toward Sara, “What is the meaning of this?”

“Apologies, lady.” The man heaved, his dire wolf prancing about his feet. “It was an honest accident. Shadow has been tense of late.”

“You let your wolf run wild in such a way?” You sneered.

“As wild as you allow your dragon to be.”

As if on cue, Laesuvion pressed the length of his head to your back again. The dire wolf herded his owner.

“Laesuvion?” You turned, pressing your freezing fingers to the scales of his nose. “Lykirī, iōrās aril.” (be calm, stay back).

He huffed and shoved at your hands. You toppled again; this time the man caught you against his chest. Laesuvion shuffled back, his tail swishing through the snow in a great arch. A growl rumbled up his throat as one of Sara’s men tried to approach.

“Ah.” The man smiled down at you in understanding.

You tried shoving at him again, but his grip held firm. “What? Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Like what?”

“Like I am a wolf pup or a precious stone, or some covetous thing.”

“You are more precious than both I fear, and certainly something to covet.” He held your forearms to contain your struggle. “I have waited many years to find my Promised. I did not imagine you would be so violent.”

Sara coughed, “Welcome brother. Might I be the first to introduce you to our Princess, daughter of Rhaenyra. She has come from King’s Landing to treat with you.” She sketched a bow, her lips still trembling, “Your Highness, my brother, the Lord Cregan Stark.”

You gaped, your mouth opening and closing. A myriad of emotions warmed your face. Bone deep mortification. The purest delight. Wonderment. Utter confusion. Behind you, the dire wolf, Shadow, ran playfully around Laesuvion. Your dragon moved to face the tiny yipping creature, stealing his warm breath from your back. You shivered the cold striking through you like a physical blow.

“Princess?” Cregan Stark asked softly. “Are you well?”

“I am cold and hungry and tired, and I wish to bathe.” You said in a rush, utterly horrified with yourself.

But your Promised only smiled, “Of course.”

Cregan Stark was a most gracious host. In the hours since your arrival, you had been given quarters in the same hall as that of the Starks. A maid had gone about filling the tub in your rooms with water warmed on the fire, to which she added fragrant oils and sweet-smelling soap. As you bathed the maid returned – Atara, you learned – to ply you with cheeses and fresh bread, soft meats, and stewed root vegetables. Once you had been thoroughly scrubbed and fed, you dressed in the soft night clothes Atara had brought with her and curled up in the thick expanse of blankets atop your bed.

You were allowed to sleep for far longer than you might have suspected. Only being roused by Atara once the sun had well and truly set.

“Your Highness, Lord Stark asks that you join his family for dinner.”

You tumbled out of bed, and over to the dresser where you let her braid back your hair in the northern style. She handed you a thick winter dress that Sara had sent for you to borrow and allowed you to don it yourself. Stepping in only to tighten the taught laces at its back. You delighted in the simple joy of dressing yourself, so used to the Queen’s maids who scrubbed you raw and laced you tightly into dresses all shaded the same insidious green.  

Atara whispered to you as she led you through the halls of Winterfell, “Lord Stark is a good and generous man. He has been Warden of the North for some years now, he is a just leader and kind to those in his employ. It is his uncle, who was his regent, and his power-hungry cousins you must watch.”

“Will they be at dinner?”

“No, they are north and east in Karhold. Though his sister will be present.”

“Sara Snow. She is his sister born? I assumed the Lord was her brother-at-arms, not a true blood relative.”

“Indeed,” Atara corralled you down another cavernous hall. “She is his sister and among his most trusted advisors.”

“Why does she bear the name Snow?”

“It is the surname given to those born out of wedlock in the north.”

“And this is not an issue in the north?”

Atara considered it for a moment, “For some it is. But Lord Stark is a better man than most.”

You wondered if she had been sent to sing his praises or if the people of the north were truly so enamoured with their lord.

“Is he not married?” You asked hesitantly, the thought had not yet crossed your mind.

Atara grinned, “He is not, Your Highness.”

“Nor betrothed?”

“Nor does he have a lover.” She assured. “We servants would know.”

“Thank you, you have been most enlightening.” You smiled as you reached the Stark’s private dining hall, “I will see to myself tonight. Please, enjoy your evening.”

Atara curtsied, “Have a most wonderful night, Your Highness.”

You most certainly would.

The Starks took private dinners in a humble hall. Three places had been set at the far end of the dining table with a generous spread laid out between them. Cregan and Sara looked up from their conversation as you crossed to your seat.

“My apologies, Lord Stark, Lady Snow.” You bowed your head. “I did not mean to keep you waiting.”

Sara snorted into her cup, “Please, Princess, formalities are for the feasting hall and for those whose names you cannot remember.”

“Sister,” Cregan hissed.

You fought a smile, “Forgive me, Sara, I would not have you think I had forgotten your name already.”

“How does the dress fit?”

“Wonderfully,” You swished from side to side, “You are most generous.”

“I have never had a sister,” she said thoughtfully.

Cregan spluttered into his cup. You grinned, “Nor I.”

You thought only briefly of Heleana and her mother and their glittering cage.

Cregan leapt from his seat to pull yours out for you, “Please, ignore my sister, she is overly friendly.”

“Please, ignore my brother,” Sara mocked. “He is overly nervous.”

“Tis not everyday one meets their Promised.” He met your eyes fleetingly.

What a soft demeanour for the Warden of the North, you thought. Though you supposed you had smiled more today than you had in all your years in the Red Keep, so perhaps today was not a good judge of anyone’s character. You allowed him to serve up your plate as Sara kept up a steady stream of conversation. First marvelling at the fit of her dress on you, then the colour of your eyes, your hair in northern braids, your improved state after some well-needed rest.

“Is she not a sight, dear brother?” She teased.

“I apologise for my earlier state of unkempt.” You winced. You had hit the Lord of this castle, your Promised rather hard.

“I thought you looked marvellous.” Cregan argued, then seemed to realise what he’d said and hurried to add, “We have received reports that your dragon has taken to the Wolfswood.”

You exhaled slowly, “Laesuvion flew through day and night twice over to get me here so swiftly. He will be in need of food and rest as much as I.”

“Laesuvion. That is a beautiful name.” He said softly. “We can send meat if you wish?”

“He is a good hunter; he has fed himself since I was ten.”

“Still to have flown so fiercely, with so little rest…”

“It does not do well to deprive a dragon of its hunt. Especially in such times as these.”

Cregan placed his utensils down carefully, “Princess, what has brought you to Winterfell?”

You lowered your fork. Good, time to stop dancing around the subject. From the pocket of your skirt, you withdrew the King’s missive.

“I am not sure how far and fast word has travelled,” You looked to the siblings and frowned. “King Viserys is dead, and Aegon has been crowned in my mother's place. The night of his coronation Queen Alicent gave me this letter for you, Lord Stark, she wishes for us to marry.”

Cregan broke the seal of the King’s letter and read silently.

“There are worse things than to be told to marry ones Promised,” Sara joked lamely. You smiled weakly in the tense silence.

Finally, Cregan folded the letter and turned to you, “Why were you with the Queen, not with your mother on Dragonstone?”

“I have been the Queen’s ward for some nine years now.”

“And are you loyal to her?”

“As a dog is to its owner.”

“They are very loyal in the North,” Sara said.

“I was traded to her as reparations when my brother gorged her son's eye.” You said plainly, “I was her possession, but I remain my mother’s daughter.”

“House Stark swore fealty to Princess Rhaenyra when she was made heir,” Cregan watched you carefully. “There has never been a Stark who has forgotten an oath.”

“I too have made a promise to my mother. I intend to keep it.”

Cregan brandished the letter, “This offers your hand in return for the North’s neutrality in the coming conflict. Is that what you wish?”

“May I speak plainly, my lord?”

“Please.”

“That letter is likely a forgery by the Dowager Queen’s hand. She is mistaken on many fronts, I fear, the least of which was Aegon’s ascension to King. I do not wish to go to war with my kin, but if it becomes inevitable I would rather do so with strong allies and in support of my mother.”

His head tilted, “House Stark is already an ally of your mother.”

“Yes,” You folded your hands on the table. “I should tell you, Lord Stark. My mother has sworn to marry me to my Promised for my service as her spy in the Red Keep.”

“You wish us to marry?”

“I wish to offer you my hand, outside my mother’s promise or the Queen’s demands.” You cleared your throat, and just as you had carefully prepared on your journey here you said, “I have been trained in the ways of the court, I will be of use to you in councils and in handling the affairs of your territory. I am of royal breeding, you will be made Prince-Consort, our children Princes, and Princesses of the realm. I have dragon eggs for their cradles and Valyrian blood for their veins. I would ask only that you allow Laesuvion to stay with me in the North. If not, I shall wait here until such a time as my brother Jacaerys comes to treat with you, that I might return with him to Dragonstone.”

You watched the Lord, his eyes dancing with an unnamed light as he listened to you. “I will need time.”

“Of course, my Lord, speak with your advisors.”

“You misunderstand him, Princess.” Sara grinned.

Cregan smiled, “I will not marry you hastily. I will need to summon my family and prepare a feast. It is a special thing, for those of our station, to be given leave to marry our Promised.”

“I–” You were unsure what you expected. “I suppose it is.”

Sara clapped gleefully, “Shall we call for dessert?”

You wore the soft nightclothes once more as you sat at your vanity and penned your mother a letter.

Mother,

How I have missed you. Know that I have thought of you often and never strayed from my mission nor my loyalty to you.

I have fled King's Landing and taken the Lord Hands life with me. Though the smallfolk have no mind to protest whichever Targaryen collects their taxes, you have many allies in the Red Keep. I have interred a list of those Lords and Ladies who remain loyal to you as well as those I have heard of beyond and some whom we may turn with careful diplomacy.

I am at Winterfell with my Promised, Lord Cregan Stark, whom I will marry in the coming weeks. With your blessing, of course. I await Jacaerys, with news of our family and our strategy. In the meanwhile, I intend to discuss what supplies and men Winterfell may have to offer you.

Mostly I am writing to you because I can. I am overwhelmed with the freedom to do so, to be able to tell you once more how much I love you. I cannot imagine how this week has been for you, know that though we are separated I am your most fierce supporter.

I have had a thought, in my hours here, about how far Winterfell is from the capital. How far we will be if we are forced into battle and bloodshed. Perhaps you might consider sending Joffery here, to mine and my soon-to-be Lord Husband's care.

I hope you are well, Mother. I love you from the very depths of my heart.

You signed the letter with a careful flourish and set it aside. You would ask Atara where you might find a raven-master to have it sent. You touched your fingers to it softly, your first contact with your family in nearly a decade. To tell your mother that you were preparing for marriage and war.

As you blew out your candles and settled into bed, you hoped your mother would like Lord Cregan Stark.

On your fourth morning in Winterfell, you took morning tea with Sara. She had taken lengths to make you comfortable in the days since your arrival, and you took great joy in breaking your fast with her each morning. Today, you spent the early hours humming and haring over the tiny sample cakes you had been sent to taste for the upcoming feast. As you ate, Sara told you all that she could about the castle, the arriving lords, the Stark territory, and their histories.

Northern marriage traditions, you had learned, were not so different from those celebrated at King’s Landing, there would be the exchanging of cloaks and binding words spoken before gods but there would also be a hunt. Women such as yourselves would not be invited but you would find your own fun, Sara assured.

“It is tradition to have the pelts in your quarters and the meats on the feasting table.”

You lifted a citrusy cake between your thumb and forefinger, “Husband and wife share quarters here?”

“Most,” Sara said thoughtfully, “Though I’m sure Cregan would accommodate you if it is different in the south.”

“What happens if their hunt is unsuccessful?”

“I imagine there will be much embarrassment among the North, that we could not bring our Princess quarry for her wedding table.” Sara snatched the half-eaten cake from your hands and winked, “Fear not, Cregan is a good hunter.”

“If he is not,” You smiled fiendishly, “I suppose the two of us will have to find meats for the feast ourselves.”

Sara snorted, “I think my brother would be rather put out at being unable to provide you with a gift on your wedding day. But the look on his face as we return from our own hunt is almost worth it.”

You jolted, “Am I to bring him a gift?”

“You have brought him dragon eggs.”

“For our children.” You argued.

“For his heirs,” She assured, “I think he is already downtrodden at the idea of only being able to bring you fur and meat.”

“I bring only scales and fire.”

“You will be a very warm family.”

“And very well-fed.”

Sara snatched another cake from you, “Only if you keep eating all of these before I get a taste!”

You guffawed. “I am hungry, and they are so tiny!”

“They need be, so you can keep eating.”

“And I shall!”

“Your Highness, Lady Snow,” Atara curtsied as she entered, “Lord Stark has requested your presence in the courtyard.”

“Another lord has arrived?” Sara sank her teeth into another teacake. “Which house does he hail from?”

“No Lord, my Lady.” Atara looked to you uneasily, “A Prince. Of House Targaryen.”

After nearly nine years kept apart by the waters of Blackwater Bay, and three long days separated by your duties, the time had come. You caught your first look at your eldest brother as you left the comfort of the Great Keep and nearly crumpled to the ground. Sara laid a steadying hand at your shoulder as Atara whispered sweet comforts. But nothing could prepare you for the sight laid out in the courtyard.

Jacaerys, with Vermax perched atop the walls of the keep. Jacaerys, with tousled dark hair. Jacaerys, once the awkward boy you followed dutifully, now an emissary of the Queen. Jacaerys, your brother. Jacaerys, your mother’s son.

“Jacaerys!” You ran. Past Sara and Atara, past Cregan and his warning cry. You ran. Almost straight into the end of your brother’s sword. You pulled to a halt, the blade a whisper away from your sternum, “Jacaerys?”

“Sister,” He sneered. “How far you are from your castle.”

“I have escaped.”

“You have been sent as an emissary of the usurper and his cunt-mother.”

“She did not tell you?” Your arms slumped at your side. “Mother sent me as a spy, she and Daemon trusted me to–”

“Her trust was misplaced. You have betrayed us.”

“I have come here to rally the North for our mother’s claim, just as you have.”

“You have come here to better your station.”

“I am a Princess.” You hissed, confused, and insulted.

“You are Princess of nothing, of no house.”

“I am of House Targaryen,” You pressed forward until the tip of his sword tore through the bodice of your dress and blood welled. You turned, held out your hand and gave Cregan a pleading look, he shifted but stayed back. “I am Princess of loyalty, of oaths and duty. I have come to the North to escape the Greens, to tell our mother, the Queen, all that I have discovered these years.”

“Where was loyalty,” Jacaerys shook with rage. “When they dragged us before the Iron Throne and called our mother a whore and our brothers bastards? Where was duty, when Lucerys was nearly stripped of his birthright? Where were you when Laenor died? When Rhaenys flew to our mother's side to tell her of–”

“Our father is dead?” You whispered.

“Your father is Daemon.” He growled under his breath.

You reeled back, “My father is Laenor Velaryon.”

“It is Daemon. He told us so himself when he married Mother.”

“Daemon and mother are married?”

His sword sagged slightly, “The Greens did not tell you? What of Viserys and Aegon?”

“Our grandsire and uncle?”

Jacaerys looked pained, “Our brothers.”

You fell to your knees, shoved your face in your hands and wept. Jacaerys jerked his sword backward and staggered away from you as Cregan rushed to your side.

“Princess?” He wrapped a protective arm over you. “What is the matter?”

“The question of Driftmark’s succession,” Jacaerys stared at you in horror. “Where were you?”

“I did not know!” You sobbed. “I did not know!”

“Otto Hightower said you would not see us, that you felt abandoned and betrayed when Mother gave you to the Greens.”

Cregan pulled you closer to him as Jacaerys inched forward. He growled, “Stand back. You have no enemies among the Starks. Do not make one.”

“I went willingly, for mother, for Lucerys.” You glared up at your brother. “You watched me! I traded my life; you watched me do it!”

“Otto Hightower–”

“Is dead!” You bared your teeth. “I fled King’s Landing, and I killed the man who usurped our mother, and you as her heir. I am loyal, I am steadfast, I am your greatest supporter as heir.”

“Tis true.” Cregan attested. “She has come to the North in support of your mother's claim. She has offered her hand to me, and we have talked much of giving your mother’s children sanctuary here.”

“You are betrothed?” Jacaerys whispered.

“I am.” You said proudly.

Cregan smiled at you softly, “The North is yours, my Prince. So long as my Promised wills it.”

“Sister.” Was all Jacaerys could say. “Sister.”

“Come,” Cregan lifted you to your feet. “My betrothed will catch a cold out here, let us speak inside.”

.

Cregan sat you gently by the fire swaddling you in the great expanse of his cloak. Sara brought tea to your side while your brothers sat at the other end of the room to discuss politics.

“Did you hear?”

Sara blew on her cup, “I heard a lot.”

“Did you hear what he said about my father?”

“That you lost one? Or that…” She pursed her lips.

“That I am Daemon’s bastard.”

“I did.”

“Do you think Cregan heard?” You burrowed into his cloak.

She gave you a secret smile, “Does it matter? You are a Princess, twice over. And Cregan keeps me around, does he not?”

“I only meant…” You turned away. “I fear he may think me liable to follow in my mother’s footsteps.”

“Will you?”

You stared at her, “Cregan has been kind to me, listened to me, protected me – given me more than anyone has ever offered me. And he is my Promised. Why should I stray from him?”

“Then there is no reason to fret.”

“And the King’s Hand?”

“What of him?”

“I killed him.” You half hid your face in your teacup.

“Do you regret it?” Sara asked curiously. “It is no small thing, to kill a man.”

“He has haunted my family for generations. I would do it again.”

Sara shrugged, “Then we will speak no more of it, justice has been served. I’m sure Cregan will more than agree.”

“Will he?”

“He has been forced to make decisions even further North of here, at the wall.” She took a long sip of tea and stared into the flames. “Some even I do not agree with. But we are family, and he is your Promised. So, it does not matter, does it?”

“No.” You stared into your cup. “I suppose not.”

“Princess!” The man in question came over with a charming grin, “Your brother has offered to escort you at our wedding.”

Jacaerys looked at you timidly, “If you will have me, sister.”

You looked first to Cregan who nodded, and then to Jacaerys with a soft smile. “Of course, brother. Nothing would please me more.”

The letter from your mother arrived another four days later. It came to you clutched in Jacaerys’ hand with the seal broken. He had caught the raven just south of Winterfell as he, Cregan and the Northmen returned from the ceremonial hunt.

“I apologise, sister, I have never been accused of being patient.”

You scoffed, “Some things do not change.”

“Indeed,” Jacaerys said rather gravely. “I must ask a small favour of you before I give you this letter. It is on behalf of myself and our mother.”

You straightened, “Of course brother.”

“You will not open it until after you have been blissfully wedded to Lord Stark.” He paused at your dubious look, “Mother has words she wishes to share only after your wedding. Congratulations and such.”

“I suppose that is agreeable.” You took the letter carefully, “Though we require her blessings to move forward.”

“And you have them.” He tapped the letter. “In there. You shall marry your Promised tonight.”

“Tonight?”

“Tonight.”

And so, you married him that night.

The Godswood was eerie in the darkness of night. Though lit by the torches of countless Northmen, it felt as if the darkness were reaching cool unnatural fingers toward your procession. Coaxing you, in your red-black Maiden Cloak toward the foot of the weirwood heart tree, where your Lord-Promised, his uncle, and the dire wolf Shadow wait. Jacaerys held your hand tightly as if frightened to let you go. Around you, Lords and honoured guests planted their torches in the snow, lighting the way for you and your brother. The wind whistled through the silence, broken only by the great rumbling in Laesuvion’s chest where he perched on the lip of the keep’s gate.

"Who comes before the Old Gods this night?" Called Bennard Stark.

Jacaerys whispered your name, then cleared his throat in embarrassment and announced it proudly, "Daughter of the House Targaryen, comes here to be wed. A woman grown and flowered, trueborn and noble. She comes to beg the blessing of the Gods. Who comes to claim her?"

"Cregan, of House Stark,” Your Promised sent you a small secret smile, “Warden of the North and Lord of Winterfell. Who gives her?"

"Jacaerys, of the House Velaryon, who is her brother and Prince." Jacaerys gave your hand a firm squeeze as he gave you to Cregan.

"Princess,” Lord Bennard made an admirable effort to say your name without disdain, “Will you take this man?"

You took Cregan’s large warm hands in your own and smiled, “I take this man.”

Silently, hands joined, you knelt to the cold earth. Around you, the Lords of the North fell to their knees and bowed their heads in deference. Foreheads pressed together, you and Cregan offered silent prayers to the Old Gods. When you stood as one, Sara was there in her uncle's place, a cloak of thick, luscious fur in the silver-grey of House Stark.

You tipped your head back as Cregan fiddled with the ties of your Maiden’s Cloak. You smiled at the sky as he struggled gently against your neck. Finally, it loosened, there was a brief shock of cold and then there was wonderous heat, the furred collar tickling your chin. You look to Cregan then, donned in his colours, wrapped in his protection. You smile softly at one another and lean into a soft kiss.

The black sky lights up with swashes of red as Laesuvion spits fire at the stars.

All at once sound returns to the Godswood as the witnesses of your nuptials cheer, chief among them is your brother. You laugh in delight as Cregan grips your cheeks and plants another kiss on your lips. Shadow yips at your heels as your husband sweeps you up into his arms and carries you toward the Great Hall.

He whispers sweet promises for your future, and you have never been more grateful to know how fiercely a Stark is at keeping their word.

It was the wolf’s hour when the festivities swelled through the Great Hall and you found yourself drawn to a quiet corner. You excused yourself from your husband by pressing a chaste kiss to his temple. He smiled softly at you and trailed his fingers from yours as you walked toward the hearth roaring at the far end of the hall. You pulled your mother's letter from your pocket and pressed your fingers against her seal as if you could fuse the two halves back into a whole. She and Jacaerys would not mind, you were sure, it was your wedding day after all, and you craved an inch of your mother’s presence.

You unfolded her letter and read:

My dearest girl,

I have never doubted you and I do not do so now.

You have my blessings. Marry the Lord Cregan Stark and take joy in your Promised. I will entrust Baela and Rhaena to bring your young brothers into your care.

You have served me well, which is why I write to you now, though my heart tells me to spare you.

Aemond has taken Lucerys’ life. War has come.

You looked up gripping the letter until your fingers drew indents in the paper and made desperate eye contact with Jacaerys’ pained face. A sound halfway between a scream and a sob tore from your throat, drowned by the thundering roar of Laesuvion overhead. Cregan stood, fighting to stumble his way toward you, as the walls of Winterfell rattled with your fury.

Nine years you had spent in the Red Keep, learning your enemies inside and out. Carefully ushering pieces across a board too vast for you to comprehend, hoping desperately you could stop a war conceived long before you. It all narrowed to this moment. Wrapped in the cloak of your husband’s house, framed by the hearth fire, as your dragon raged above.

Your Brother. Your Dragon. Your Husband.

By Blood. By Fire. By the Old God’s Promise.

You would avenge your brother and bring war to the Greens.

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It Means Hero

This is a new Tommy Kinard imagine I had an idea for, which involves a deaf! Reader and kids. I hope you will all like it, feedback is always lovely.

(And I'm so happy to be writing about the Medal Scene and have more requests like this lined up)

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Summary: Tommy brings his wife and their kids down to the 118 for the award ceremony. And it seems to be going great, until they bump into his former Captain, Gerrard.

Enjoy.

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The end of Tommy's nose crinkled and lines appeared in his cheeks when he smiled. He opened the back door and leaned his hip against it, grinning at the boys when they all got ready to clamber out the car.

He watched them scurry down and move over to (Y/n) before he reached in the back to where Daisy was waiting, impatiently kicking her legs with her arms stretched out, waiting to be unbuckled from her car seat.

Once Tommy unbuckled her, he scooped her up into his arms and when she clung to his neck, he rolled his eyes playfully but obliged and sat her on his hip. His eyes were enamoured by Daisy as she pressed her hand to her chin before pulling it away and giggling a quiet "Thank you," along with the sign, for getting her out of the car.

He shut the door with his hip and moved to stand next to (Y/n) while his eyes dragged up and down the station he hadn't been to in a long while.

It had been over five years since Tommy had worked in this station and it had been a long time since he had been here in his uniform. Usually if ever he came to the 118 fire house, it was to see Eddie or Buck and head out with them after shift. He couldn't remember the last time he had come to this station and stayed longer than five minutes.

His eyes dragged over Daisy's frame again, smiling at the red and black polka dot dress she was wearing. And he reached out to flick one of the blood red bows tied in her hair. She had her hair done into two plaits with bows at the top making her look very cute.

Now she was three, her hair was starting to thicken and grow long and Tommy missed how thin and spiky her hair had been when she was a bit younger. He used to love tying her hair up in thousands of bobbles and making her look like Cindy Lou from The Grinch.

He felt (Y/n) lean her head on his arm and cosy up to his side while the boys walked in front of them.

But Jake turned on his heels and slowed down so he could look up at Tommy who rose a brow, waiting for him to speak.

"Why aren't we going to your station?"

Tommy's expression softened while he smoothed his hand up and down (Y/n)'s back.

The boys had never been to this station before. They had gone to the 227 quite a few times to see Tommy on shift and meet his team, all of whom loved the boys and Daisy. They had been down to Harbour quite a few times too and Tyler had gone in the helicopter with Tommy for a ride a few months back, something he really enjoyed. But none of them had ever been to another station before.

"Because everyone else who get's a medal works here, buddy." It wouldn't be fair to hold the ceremony anywhere else but here at the 118 when the four other people who played a part in the cruise ship rescue came from this house. It was only right that they held the celebration here and Tommy came over here for the event.

Part of him didn't want to be here, he didn't like the spotlight being on him, but sharing the stage with the 118 gang made it bearable. And Buck and Chimney had not stopped bugging Tommy until he had no choice but to turn up.

And when all the kids said they wanted to see him get a medal, how could he refuse?

He felt (Y/n) press up into his side when they walked through the doors. She had never been here before either, although she knew all of the 118 who had quickly become Tommy's close friends.

Her face nuzzled into his arm and she curled both her hands around his bicep, dragging her fingers over the creases and groves in his uniform that she had spent so much time staring at this morning when they were getting ready. The hustle and bustle inside the station made her heart leap. There were a lot of people here, most of whom (Y/n) didn't know. And the only people she would know were the ones who would be stood up on stage so it wasn't as if (Y/n) could sit and converse with them until the ceremony was over.

(Y/n) stopped walking when Tommy did and they stood to the side, all three boys surrounding them as they waited for Tommy to make a move.

Tilting her head up, (Y/n) perched her chin on her husband's shoulder and smiled sweetly at him while she moved her index finger in a circle around them to signal their little group.

She then uncurled her hands from his arms so she could hold out her index and middle finger in front of her like a straight line. And on her left hand, she stuck her index and middle finger up like crooked bunny ears and brought them down, curling them over her right hand. The sign for sit.

"Who do we sit with?" She tried to keep her voice quiet but still loud and clear enough for Tommy to hear.

(Y/n)'s hearing was impaired, it had been the same since she was born and therefore she couldn't hear her own voice properly or hear sounds around her. She could speak but her pronouncing wasn't the best. It had taken her a long while to gather confidence to talk to people using her voice rather than sign language. But she felt safer talking in sign when in public, only with Tommy would she laugh and speak freely and not worry about how she sounded.

And with all three boys being hearing impaired, they combined speech and sign language every day. Daisy was the only one who had almost perfect hearing, but she was brought up to use sign language to communicate with her mum and brothers.

"Karen, Hen's wife?" Tommy didn't sound sure, but when he pointed to one of the front tables near the stage, (Y/n) nodded. She could see Hen sat with another woman and two young children and she knew Hen, she was lovely. They could sit there and try to make small talk with Hen's family, while being close enough to watch and be proud of Tommy.

When they reached the table, (Y/n) curled her hands back around Tommy's arm while he gripped the back of the chair in front of him and smiled widely causing creases in his cheeks.

"Are these seats free?"

"Of course, sit, sit." Hen beckoned them to sit down while she stood behind Karen's chair, her hands lovingly on her wife's shoulders. "This is Karen, and our kids Denny and Mara."

(Y/n) held her arms out when she sat down and gently took Daisy when Tommy handed her over. She sat her daughter on her lap and wrapped her arms around her waist, smiling against the top of her head. Her eyes filtered to check on the boys, watching as the twins sat down on her right and Tyler sat on her left between her and Karen. While Tommy stood behind them since he and Hen would have to go on stage in a minute.

"This is (Y/n), Tyler, the twins Jake and James, and this is Daisy." Tommy ruffled each of their heads when he said their names, pointing between the twins since they were identical.

Not many people could tell the difference between the boys upon first meeting them, but they would soon learn that Jake was the more outgoing twin. Whereas James was reserved and nervous. Plus, Jake wore dark blue hearing aids whereas James wore green ones.

Once they'd all said their hellos, Tommy crouched down between (Y/n) and Tyler's seats and faced their eldest.

He grinned softly and held his hand out in front of him, curling his pinky and ring finger into his palm before he twisted his hand back and forth. And then he curled all his fingers against his thumb and made a grabbing motion before he pointed to the cochlear implant on the side of Tyler's head.

Turn it on.

Tyler had the most affected hearing out of them all and normal hearing aids didn't work for him. Cochlear implants turned soundwaves into vibrations and noises directly in his ear canal using magnets and it helped him to pick up and work out speech because he wasn't the best at lip reading. And since very few people knew sign language, he had to communicate somehow.

He could speak, but like (Y/n), his speech was slurred and he didn't pronounce very well.

His implants had a microphone for soundwaves and a volume tuner on the back so depending on what situation he was in, he could turn it up or down. And Tommy knew the eight year old had a tendency to turn it down since his family always used sign language with him.

But not many people would know sign language here and if he wanted to make sense of the speeches, he needed it turning up.

A shy grin spread across Tyler's lips and he nodded, reaching up to turn the dial to the right. He listened to the conversations floating around the table until it sounded loud enough for him to distinguish and he looked back at his dad who nodded and moved his hand from his chin outwards.

Thank you.

Tommy kissed the top of his head before he pushed up so he was standing tall again and he took a moment to peck (Y/n)'s cheek.

His eyes flitted across to Hen when she asked if he was ready and he nodded. He wasn't altogether sure he was ready for this. He didn't want to go up there, he would rather be the one applauding the team and sitting down here, blending in with the crowd.

But he felt (Y/n)'s hand on his lower back giving him a polite nudge towards the stage. He started walking and tilted his head down, smirking to himself when he felt (Y/n) hit his bum on the way.

Once Tommy was on stage, stood next to Buck with Chimney in front of him, he looked to relax a little. (Y/n) grinned sweetly at him while Daisy waved her arms madly in his direction until Tommy was grinning from ear to ear. He had his hands clasped together in front of him but he rolled his eyes playfully and waved back at Daisy.

She was giggling and smiling at him as if she hadn't seen him in days and was desperate for his attention. When really, she had been attached to his hip all morning.

"She's a cutie," Buck murmured quietly, leaning to the left to talk to Tommy before Chief Simpson would get up and start his speech.

He watched Tommy nod with one of the softest smiles Buck had ever seen. He was used to Tommy being stoic and laid back and kind of a hard person to get a good read on. But seeing him stood here looking like he was melting at the sight of his daughter and would do anything for his family, it was a different side to him that Buck loved to see.

He glanced between them before he realised the little girl was signing something. She had her small hand curled in a claw motion and she was moving her hand away from her face and back again and when Buck glanced back at Tommy, he realised the pilot was blushing and shaking his head.

A quiet chuckle escaped Tommy's lips when he watched (Y/n) repeat the same sign, and then the boys copied. Until all five of them were moving their hands back and forth away from their faces and pointing across at all five firefighters stood up on stage.

"Wh- what does that sign mean?"

Buck had met (Y/n) on a few occasions and he had seen the kids a few times so he knew all of them used sign language. He had learned a few signs from them. He knew the basics, hello, good bye, thank you, morning, coffee- an important one for Buck- and a few others. But he was still learning and he was more than happy for them to teach him so he could communicate with them.

It also helped for when they had hearing impaired people on calls so the team could effectively talk and communicate with them too.

"It means hero. They're calling us all heroes."

"Huh, I like it."

Of course he did. Tommy could see Buck grinning out the corner of his eye and he took a deep breath, keeping his gaze focused on his family while he clasped his hands back in front of him.

(Y/n) smiled as she tightened her arms around Daisy and pulled her back into her chest, giving her a cuddle. She leaned her cheek on top of Daisy's head and turned to the left so she was facing the stage so they could both see Tommy better. She moved one hand out to run up and down Tyler's back and darted her eyes across to the twins just to check they were okay.

Both of them were knelt up on their seats, elbows leant on the table while Jake immediately struck up a conversation with Mara. And James had his eyes locked on Tommy, not looking one inch away from his dad who was smiling softly and holding his gaze.

Tyler tilted his head back and turned to look up at (Y/n). He stretched his hand out like a high five and pressed the tip of his thumb against his temple, pulling his hand away twice. Before he stuck his thumbs and pinkies out and shook his hands up and down.

'Does dad get an award?'

She knew Tyler wasn't going to speak in front of people he didn't know. He had only just started to mutter when he was around Buck who had quickly become a friend to him.

When they were at home, Tyler would talk whilst he signed because he wasn't ashamed or embarrassed in front of his family. Being in public was a different matter.

"No trophy, he gets a medal." (Y/n) pressed her index finger and thumbs together into a circle in front of Daisy's chest. Tommy would get a medal and a plaque for this, along with the rest of the group. Although she had a feeling that Tommy wouldn't be wearing the medal for long. One of the kids would end up with it and the plaque would end up in (Y/n)'s bag.

It would be up to (Y/n) to find somewhere in the house to put the plaque, most likely in the living room with the other pictures of Tommy from when he first got into firefighting and then when he switched back to being a pilot. There was a section in the living room with photos of Tommy when he was a lot younger when he first joined the army. Tyler seemed to think that when Tommy was younger, when he had been rather thin, it made him look taller.

"You're a sweetheart, how old are you?" Karen leaned across the table to look at Daisy who started to giggle and held out three fingers.

When Tyler tapped (Y/n)'s arm and curled his index fingers in the sign for picture, (Y/n) fished her phone out her bag and handed it over. She had a feeling Tyler would take a video of the ceremony rather than a picture since there was already a photographer here.

Later on after all the comotion died down, (Y/n) was hoping to get a picture of Tommy in his suit with all the kids. It had been a while since she got a recent photo of them all together.

A smile lit up Karen's face when she realised Mara and Jake seemed to be getting along well. And she noticed that Jake was absentmindedly signing along with his speech and Mara was copying the signs with her hands on her lap. Taking in all the signs he was doing to see if she could remember some for future reference.

And Denny was leaning forward, trying to take note of what Daisy was doing. All the kids were half-listening to the speech Chief Simpson was giving out, they weren't interested until their respective parents were going to be commemorated.

He watched Daisy smile as she curled her hands on her shoulders and then pulled her arms away before she pressed her thumb to her forehead with her fingers stretched out.

"What does that mean?" Denny asked politely while he leaned forward against the table and nudged his drink of lemonade with his elbow.

"Brave daddy."

(Y/n) kissed the top of her head and smiled, thankful when all the kids seemed to settle down once the awards were finally being given out. She swayed her and Daisy from left to right while Hen went up first for her medal and her award.

By the time it was Tommy's turn, all the kids were buzzing and jumping up and down, tapping their hands against the table in excitement.

And (Y/n) loved the way that Tommy's eyes barely left his family. He didn't seem to take in what the Chief was saying and his eyes were focused on them while the medal was looped around his neck. When his eyes locked with hers, his lips curved up at one side into a dark smirk and he winked as he straightened up, standing taller than the chief.

She could see in Tommy's eyes that he was desperate for the attention to be taken away from him. He was glad to switch places with Buck and he was even happier when the awards came to a close and all they had to do was stand for a few more promotional pictures.

As soon as the pictures were finished, the five of them climbed down off the stand.

Tommy let out a shaky breath and hung his head down, looking at the medal hanging around his neck.

He didn't want a medal. He would of been happier if the chief just said he was proud they had all taken initiative and done something risky but brave. This was lovely but a bit too uncomfortable for Tommy. The only bright side to this was seeing the love and adoration on his family's face and the pride they all had for him. That made this worth while.

He barely stepped off the stand behind Buck before he looked ahead and saw his troop aiming for him.

The four of them weaved around the tables to get to him and Tommy crouched down just in time to have them all barrell into his arms.

The twins hit his chest and collided with his knees, Tyler wormed beneath his right arm and Daisy latched her arms around his neck and jumped until Tommy lifted her off her feet. He sat her down on his hip and lifted James to sit on his other hip while Tyler and Jake stood on either side, bouncing like springs they were so happy and hyper.

He felt Hen give his shoulder a squeeze as she walked past him, something fond bubbling over in her eyes. And he noticed the cheesy grin on Chimney's face as he turned round to see who all the kids belonged to.

"Jeez Tommy, I forgot you had a football team." His joke was well intended and he laughed fondly before he went to see his own family of two.

He felt the boys hover round his sides while they made their way back towards the table and Tommy gently eased James and Daisy back down to their feet in front of him. The four of them flitted around the table, hovering rather than sitting down because everyone else was up and about going from person to person and towards the buffet table that was now open.

While he had a second, Tommy moved over to where (Y/n) was sat and when he noticed her place her phone down on the table, he grinned. She'd snapped a few pictures of him and the kids then. Tommy had a thing for photo albums and photography.

He had books from each time (Y/n) was pregnant, full of all their scan photos, pictures of (Y/n) at different stages in each pregnancy and then thousands of the kids when they had all been born. Tommy loved savouring the moment, especially when it came to the kids.

The first photo that had been taken of each of the kids when they had been born were all now blown up on canvases in the dining room.

"Hi," He murmured softly while he wormed his way in between (Y/n)'s legs until his knees bumped her inner thighs. He leaned forward, resting his left hand on the table and his right hand behind her arm on the back of her chair. He was hovering over her, close enough that their noses brushed and he could feel each breath (Y/n) took which started to become lighter and lighter.

"Hey hero." (Y/n) moved her curled hand from her chin up towards Tommy, the sign for hero, before she cupped her hands on either side of his neck.

Her thumbs brushed over his pulse that was starting to quicken and throb beneath her touch. And when she tilted her head back and bit down on her lip, that was all the encouragement Tommy needed to devour her lips.

His wet lips felt electrified against hers and Tommy all but growled into her mouth when he felt her nails graze down his neck towards his collar. (Y/n) felt the growl vibrate through his chest and along his neck and when she dragged her hands down to touch the red velvet ribbon hanging around his neck, Tommy finally released her lips. She loved the blushing red taint to his lips and the way he panted, keeping so close that they were almost kissing again.

"You like it?" He spoke slowly and quietly, punctuating his words so (Y/n) could read his lips properly and his eyes darted down to the ribbon around his neck. He could see her fingertips gliding along the medal that weighed heavy against his chest but suddenly felt like a comforting weight when his wife stared at him like that.

One hand stayed pressed into Tommy's chest while (Y/n) tilted her head back to lock eyes with him. She moved her left hand in front of her face and curled her fingers into a palm, making a circle movement down towards her neck.

Handsome.

"Alright, come on lovebirds. Time to eat." Buck clapped his hands down on Tommy's shoulders from behind and gave him a little shake before he moved ahead towards the buffet.

(Y/n) moved to stand up when Tommy leaned back so he was no longer caging her in her seat.

She spoke a quiet "Any good?" when pointing towards the buffet, grinning and tilting her head back when Tommy stood behind her. He was slightly leant down to the left so he could hold Daisy's hand while the boys walked in front of them. The boys followed Buck like he was their mother hen leading them towards the food.

"Really good." Tommy responded before he lifted Daisy up and settled her on his hip so she could see what was on the table.

He leaned his cheek on top of her head and cuddled her close, reaching out to grab a paper plate for her. He knew she wouldn't eat most of the food on the table, she was very fussy, but he would try and get her to eat something even if it was a few crisps and sausage rolls.

His eyes flitted across to (Y/n) stood just in front of him, adding a few things to the twin's plates to help them. They had to check whatever the twins tried to eat when they were out like this because both of them were allergic to milk.

He muttered and pointed to a few things, his lips mostly staying glued to the top of Daisy's head. She pointed to a few things and Tommy nodded, placing them on the paper plate for her and smiling when he noticed Chimney behind him at the buffet.

"Okay, think you can take this back to the table with mummy?"

Daisy nodded and reached her hands out for the plate once Tommy set her down and kissed the top of her head. He watched her for a few seconds until she was stood next to James, following (Y/n) and the twins back to the table.

There was something extremely cute in the way that Daisy held her plate up high like she was balancing a heavy weight in front of her. She was doing her best to keep her arms out straight so she wouldn't drop the plate and as she walked, her hair swished behind her and the bows in her hair bounced up and down as she moved.

Tommy smiled and leaned over Chimney to grab another plate for himself this time and started adding a few things. He knew one of the kids would end up sitting with him and taking the food from his plate rather than their own so he needed to stock up. He didn't fancy making two trips to the buffet table.

He bumped shoulders with Buck who smiled before he rose a brow and looked down at Tommy's plate.

"You got enough there?"

Tommy's eyes darted between their two plates with a raised brow, noticing that Buck seemed to have quite a lot on his own plate to be saying that.

"I've got four kids that steal from my plate. What's your excuse?" He popped a sausage roll in his mouth as if to prove his point before he, Buck and Chimney all turned and looked around the room. They were trying to remember where each of them were sat.

It looked like Maddie and Jee were on the table next to (Y/n) and the kids which is what they all wanted so they could be close together. And when Tommy scanned the table, he figured he was going to have to lift one of the kids and sit them on his lap so he could actually have a seat at the table. He wasn't sure where Buck would sit.

Buck seemed to want to be with the kids and chat and be with them but there was limited seating at the table. He might end up sitting with Maddie and Chimney while they all had something to eat. Tommy had no doubt that all of them would be up and dancing to the music in half an hour or so.

The smile started to fade from Tommy's face and a dark shiver rolled from his shoulders down to the base of his spine when he looked to the left.

Captain Gerrard.

Tommy hadn't seen his old captain in over six years.

This was the captain that Tommy had never let his wife meet in fear of what Gerrard would say or do around (Y/n). He wasn't the type of person Tommy trusted because Gerrard would very easily say something inconsiderate or derogative and his views on women were very misogynistic.

He always had a bad feeling that (Y/n) might one day come by the station for something while Tommy was out on a call and Gerrard would be there and insult her. Tommy always told (Y/n) not to go by the station unless it was a dire emergency, and he barely introduced her to any of the old team when he was at the 118 because they followed Gerrard.

Tommy had never stood up to the old captain, he agreed and went along with anything because it was easier than being singled out.

The only time Tommy went against Gerrard was at the end when he put in at least ten different complaints for how he treated everyone.

"Kinard, Han. It's been a while." His gritty voice and the twist in his accent had Tommy's nose crinkling in disgust and it was hard to keep his expression stoic rather than let his displeasure be seen.

He could feel his shoulders rising and his back tensing up and Tommy knew if he had been a bird, all of his feather would have been ruffled and out of place. It didn't help that he could feel Buck's unease radiating off of him from behind and he could see Chimney try his level best to hold his head high and continue smiling. When really, all of them would of loved to throw a plate of food at Gerrard or push past him or clock him with a fist to the gut.

But they couldn't cause a scene, none of them. It wouldn't be fair when this was a celebration and all their families were here.

"Sure has." Chimney took a look around the station, clearly trying to find something to use as a distraction to get them all out of this awkward situation.

"Well, the floor looks spotless Han, good job."

The usual pale blue in Tommy's eyes swirled into something darker like a whirlwind had taken over his pupils. How dare he just walk in here and talk to Chimney like he knew him and like he still thought and valued him as little as he had back then. He had no idea what Chimney had done these last six years or how far he had come or what achievements he'd done in the job. This medal was just the tip of the iceberg.

Gerrard couldn't walk in here throwing insults around and expect them to sit down and take it or put up with this behaviour without a fight. Each of them had changed from who they had been all those years ago.

"You taught me well. Now, whenever I see some filth, I always think of you." The sickly sweet smile on Chimney's face made Tommy's shoulders relax a little and he held his chin high, wishing for Gerrard to blow a fuse or say something snotty to that.

But he couldn't. Gerrard was quick to throw the insults out, but he was never good when someone stood up to him. He would get angry very quickly and he wasn't the best at comebacks which made it easier to embarrass him.

Tommy took one step forward, about to follow after Chimney until Gerrard spoke up again. Clearly, this conversation wasn't over like they all wished it would be.

"I see you brought your soccer team, Kinard." He had his hat held under his arm and his head tilted to one side.

Beneath the pure white moustache, his lips were curved into a baiting smirk that made Tommy feel uneasy. There was an insult hiding behind those words but Tommy brushed them off. He didn't want to rise to the bait Gerrard was dangling in front of him.

Tommy wasn't ashamed of having four kids and nobody else here cared or commented on it so he wouldn't let Gerrard get a rise out of him for that.

"My family's here, yes."

The paper plate in Tommy's hand scrunched up in his grip until the food was tilting towards the dip in the centre of the plate and his thumb was close to breaking a hole in the edge. He wanted to go and sit down now. He didn't want to stand here and have a pretend conversation or have a row.

As if to take his mind from this conversation, Tommy glanced back towards the table. Even one little glance at his family had his heart calming down and a softer look crossed his eyes and melted his stoic expression.

It took him a moment to scout round the table until his eyes landed on his eldest. Tyler was running back towards the table, looking like he had just been with Bobby since Tyler now had a plastic cup in one hand and Bobby was near the drinks table.

When their eyes locked, Tommy lifted his head and straightened his shoulders. He crossed one arm over the other like a large X before uncrossing them and holding out his free hand. He curled his fingers to his palm, leaving his thumb and index finger out and started bending them while he moved his hand out.

"Don't run." He mouthed quietly along with the sign because he knew there was no way Tyler would hear him from this distance, but he would be able to read his lips.

Tyler curled his free hand into a fist and rubbed it in circles around his sternum as he stopped running immediately and shifted to walk the last few steps to the table. 'Sorry.'

Tommy's attention was quickly drawn back to Gerrard just as Chimney walked past him to aim for the tables. His eyes narrowed on his former Captain who snickered and huffed, but it was his eyes locked on Tommy's family that had his blood boiling and made Tommy taking a daring step closer.

"Hm, I heard your wife was one of those deaf and dumb girls, didn't realise your kids were too."

The plate in Tommy's hand crumpled into his palm, the contents spilling over the sides before Tommy let go. He didn't notice, hear or feel the contents fluttering down to the floor like feathers that got trampled beneath his boots when he lunged.

His hands latched around the collar of Gerrard's blazer and he used it to yank him closer, pulling him off balance and causing the Captain's boots to scuff against the polished floor. His hat fell from beneath his arm and both hands moved to lock onto Tommy's shoulders, trying in vain to give him a shove but Tommy didn't move an inch. He was a mountain that couldn't be moved.

Fury was evident in his eyes and rage flooded his face that went from pastel cream to a violent shade of red which crept up his neck and tainted his cheeks. The artery in Tommy's neck started to thunder beneath his skin while he pulled Gerrard so close that the Captain had to tilt his head back to look up at him properly.

He spun them both to the side and pushed until Gerrard's lower back and hips were pinned against the buffet table that must have given him bruises from the force he was pushed against it.

"How fucking dare you!" Each word spat past Tommy's lips in a low, dark hiss and his hands began to shake against Gerrard's shoulders, unsure whether to punch him or throw him down to the floor.

He could feel Buck's hands on his shoulders trying to wrench him back, but Tommy didn't move. He shook his shoulders and jabbed an elbow into Buck's abdomen to make him let go. Tommy didn't want to be dragged away. He didn't want to be stopped or calmed down or told this wasn't worth it. He wanted to ram his fists into Gerrard's chest and break his ribs. He wanted to throw him to the floor and see how he liked the feeling of Tommy's boot breaking into his bones.

He wanted to make Gerrard eat those words and feel what it was like to get comuppence for what he went round saying. He couldn't insult people and get away with it. He couldn't insult Tommy's wife and children and not come out of this unscathed.

"I should have decked you a long time ago." Maybe trying to punch his Captain a few years ago might have ended Tommy's career and gotten him fired or in the least, suspended, but it would have been a wise move. It would have shown Gerrard back then that he couldn't go round saying this kind of thing. It would of shown him that Tommy was fiercely protective over his family and Gerrard wouldn't have riled any of them up here on their day of celebration if he had been taught a lesson a few years ago.

"Tommy, Tommy hey, that's enough. Don't to this here." Buck wrapped an arm around Tommy's shoulders and grabbed his arm, yanking him back as much as he could while he looked around for help.

Chimney spun on his heels and made his way back over to them. He barely got five feet away before Gerrard caused a scene and riled Tommy up. He thrust his plate onto the buffet table and scurried forward, trying to worm his way between Tommy and the Captain. Chimney banged his forearms down on Tommy's elbows to break his steel grip and so he and Buck could move him away.

Buck pulled him back while Chimney pushed him, both of them holding onto Tommy for dear life when he fought against them to push forward.

"Jesus, take a joke Kinard-"

"Disrespecting my wife and kids isn't a joke." His voice dropped two octaves until he was at the point of growling.

What he said was not a joke, it was discrimination and Tommy wouldn't stand and let him do that. He would rather knock Gerrard out and get told to leave the station than stand and let Gerrard walk all over him like he used to. Not when it involved his family. Not when Gerrard was talking about the people Tommy loved to the end of the world.

His hands clenched into fists at his sides and he writhed, trying to push Chimney out of his way but it didn't work. Especially not when Bobby hurried over and pressed a firm hand down on Tommy's shoulder to keep him at bay.

As much as Bobby would agree and sympathise, the Chief was here and he would always side with a Captain rather than one of the team. Bobby didn't want Tommy to get into trouble no matter how justified his cause was.

"Alright, whatever this is, it stops now."

"Cap, this prick just-"

"Buck, don't. Tommy, go back to your family and you two go sit down and have something to eat as well." Bobby looked between the three of them and gave a nudge in the right direction before he turned to face Gerrard. "I've heard rumours of what you were like in this station house, and I won't have that happening again under my watch. The ceremony's over for you, it's time you left."

Bobby didn't know what had happened and he didn't need to know either. All he needed to know was Gerrard had clearly provoked Tommy and upset the team and Bobby wouldn't have that. He wouldn't allow anyone to cause arguments or be disrespectful. Especially not today when they were supposed to be celebrating the team.

With a deep breath, Tommy shrugged himself out of Buck and Chimney's hold while his eyes still burned through Gerrard's body. Wishing he had the ability to kill him with just one look.

"Stay the Hell away from me and my family." Tommy's chest heaved against his shirt and blazer that suddenly felt constricting and suffocating. And the medal hanging around his neck weighed him down and burned through his chest.

He turned around and stormed back towards the table, slowing his steps down so he could take a few deep breaths before he reached his family.

All eyes were on him. Tyler was following his every movement while he fiddled with his implant, trying to turn the volume up so he could work out what was going on. But he couldn't differentiate between the different voices or work out what his dad had been arguing about.

Both twins were knelt up on their chairs, trying to see why their dad was fighting and James had his hands over his ears. Tommy knew if he had thrown a punch, James would of ripped out his hearing aids so he wouldn't have to listen to the drama that always frightened him.

And Daisy was cuddled up in (Y/n)'s arms, frowning to the point of crying because she didn't understand.

She had seen her dad fight someone in the street and that had been enough to send her into fits of tears. All someone had to do was raise their voice near Daisy and she got intimidated. Tommy hated that he was the reason she was now shaking and almost crying. He hadn't meant to frighten her.

Turning to the left, (Y/n) gently eased Daisy onto James's chair so she could sit with him and not feel too panicked. She pushed up from the table and moved to stand in front of Tommy, running her hands up and down his arms that were taut and at the point of breaking through his blazer.

"Who was that?" She looked up but her eyes widened when Tommy's hands found her hips and he kissed her temple, breathing against her skin in short puffs.

"Gerrard." He muttered quietly, tilting his head down so (Y/n) could read his lips because Tommy didn't want to spell out his name or talk about him any more than necessary.

His hands let go of (Y/n)'s hips so he could weave his arms around her waist and pull her closer. Keeping her back towards the station doors so she didn't catch sight of Gerrard leaving. He didn't want to risk Gerrard looking over and trying to mutter something or point or make any kind of gesture in their direction.

Her fingertips grazed up and down Tommy's arms but she paused for a moment when Tommy turned. Her eyes followed his movements as he sat down in her seat and pulled her along with him. Her breath caught in her lungs when Tommy's arms tugged until she sat down on his lap.

It allowed him to tuck his face into her neck and press his lips against her skin while his arms bound tight around her middle. And he pulled her so her back was flush against his chest that was hard and heaving behind her.

(Y/n) twisted to the side so her left side was pressed into his chest and both arms were looped around his neck. She dragged her fingertips up and down the back of his neck and curved her lips into a smile when Daisy clambered off her chair and onto (Y/n)'s lap.

She wriggled under Tommy's arm and sat on (Y/n)'s knee, cuddling into Tommy's chest until he pecked the top of her head.

Tommy couldn't help the smile that spread across his face when both twins decided to push a chair close until it bumped into Tommy's thigh and touched his own chair. The pair of them clambered up onto the chair and leaned over until they could wrap themselves around whatever part of Tommy they could reach, causing him to groan playfully.

And when Tyler shuffled his chair closer to his dad's other side, pinning Tommy between his family, the pilot grinned. He felt Tyler wriggle under his right arm and both arms suddenly felt impossibly full, holding all of his family close to his chest.

[wonwooslibrary]

svt as boyfriends ♡ chan edition

member: lee chan (dino) x gn! reader

genre: fluff, established relationship, bullet points

word count: 714

summary: channie's boyfriend things <333

warnings: mentions of menstrual cycles & insulting in a loving way

author's note: hello! normally this is where i would be oops i'm getting back into writing but i'll be completely honest this time and say that i am completely falling out of love with it and i genuinely haven't opened a wip in so damn long. if i wasn't so far into this series, I definitely would not have finished it....i want to write more but it just might take me a while to find my love for it once again...thanks for still reading though <3 sorry this is so late, and I hope you enjoy reading!!!

Socially stupid bf <3 

If anyone sees you, they will always know that Chan is close behind 

Is so madly in love with you and doesn’t know how to live without you

Quality Time 

Loves taking you anywhere he goes, including dance practices or shopping 

Dinner dates are his thing - he’ll pull off the roses and candles and everything 

Constant texts when you can’t be together because of work or visiting family 

Such as hey i managed to find that sock that went missing in the laundry last week !! or how long do i put 12 pizza rolls in the microwave for 

Loves just being with you when you take part in your hobbies, even if he doesn’t particularly enjoy them himself 

Gets worried that you’ll get angry with him because he’s always with you and knows that you need your alone time once in a while 

Words of Affirmation

Compliments you through jokes or insults type of boyfriend 

You’re all like “I love you,” and he’s like, “You wouldn’t if I was a worm though :(“ and then you roll your eyes because come on, how could someone not love Lee Chan

Always apologizes for things he doesn’t need to apologize for because he doesn’t want to upset you :((( 

I don’t think Chan would be a big fan of pet names, to be honest, but if he was, I think they would just be versions of your name :3 

Melts into a puddle when you compliment him because !!! you are complimenting him !!!! 

Basically he can dish out all the compliments, but the minute you try saying them back, he turns into a literal tomato because he’s embarrassed but also so madly in love 

Physical Touch

I think he is secretly one of the biggest cuddle bugs in svt and nobody can change my mind

When he laughs, he always manages to fall into you some way, whether that be resting his head on your shoulder or crumpling into you

Loves holding hands (especially in public) but not in a possessive way, more of a I constantly want to be around you kind of way 

And of course you love it because it’s Lee Chan and you love everything about him 

On the other hand, there are definitely days that he doesn’t feel confident in himself or that he deserves the love you give him :((( 

You know on those days that you need to show your affection and make the first moves yourself,,,he likes loving you, but sometimes he just needs to be shown that he can be loved too

Acts of Service 

I’m not going to lie, I struggled a bit with this category, because I feel it’s easier for Chan to say things rather than show it

He’s just not sure whether him making tea for you says “i love you” or “sup bro” and wants to make sure he gets the right message across 

Because of this, your relationship took a while to form because both of you cannot take a hint and were so convinced you didn’t like each other 

Absolutely loves helping you with literally everything: doing chores, studying, getting ready in the morning, as long as you are there with him, he doesn’t care and will do anything 

He doesn’t realize that what he does shows how much he loves you, he just thinks its normal to help you, and vice versa 

Sometimes you protest against his help but he’s just a BOY WHO IS IN LOVE let him do what he wants :( 

Gift Giving 

A huuuge fan of gift giving 

Will buy anything that you could ever want or need

Stuffed animals and snacks galore !!!! 

If you have menstrual cycles, he would totally be the type of boyfriend to go to the store and buy whatever products you need and surprise you with a bunch of snacks and treats throughout the week 

You of course also spoil him to the best of your ability and he loves it, but also always feels bad when you spend money on him in any way

Loves matching and customizable gifts !!! He likes to give you things that can make you laugh and remember a specific moment with him because he thinks it’s cute (and you think it’s sappy and adorable)

[httpscomexe]

Getaway

Day 8 of Kink-Tober - Face Sitting

Summary: You both have little surprises to show each other for your getaway weekend.

(Find What I'm currently writing by checking my pinned post)

Parings: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: Mention of marriage, mention of pregnancy, face sitting. (Lmk if I missed any)

Tags: @cellyx33 @shybluebirdninja

Word Count: 477 (Find my Kink-Tober list here)

P.S. If you would like to be added to the Kink-Tober tag list, just let me know.

It had been a long day for both of you.

You were working your ass off at a minimum wage job, and he was constantly out saving the world.

When he finally got a break. Which you were surprised considering he’s a hero. You both decided to make a trip down to your log cabin, expecting some time together, and a break from work for once. You both even left your phone, knowing you’d receive texts and calls.

“Are you excited to finally relax?” He asked you when you were both packing for the 4 day weekend, you were excited for the 5 hour drive. Something you shouldn’t be excited for, but Steve always found a way to make long rides fun.

“Oh yea, I’m super excited to sleep in and watch movies all day.” Your tone was sarcastic, but he knew you were only joking.

“Well I’m definitely excited. Can’t wait to give you your surprise.”

“My surprise?”

“Yea…” He has cupped your face and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. “I went down there the other day and set something up. I think you’ll love it.”

You did love it.

You’d walked inside, after he said it was ready. There were candles set up, rose petals on the floor, and a lingering scent of pumpkin spice along with your boyfriends cologne.

It smelt amazing, and it brought a smile to your face. He set it all up for you.

Then he proposed.

Of course, you said yes.

And now you were in bed, your hands laced in your fiancés hair as you sat on his face.

Normally it wouldn’t be seen so romantic.

To be sitting on his face while he eats you out.

But after being proposed to, it felt at least a little romantic. Even considering the moans and grunts that were filling the room as you pull his hair, letting him eat you out. He had asked you to sit on his face, and you were hesitant at first.

But he wasn’t having any of that.

He gripped your waist, and simply manhandled you ontop of him.

“Shut up and just fucking sit on my face…” He groaned as he pulled you on top of him. “Just wanna taste your sweet pussy…” Then he just started eating you out. He didn’t even care if he had drowned in you, lost the ability to breathe. He just wanted to taste you.

You rocked your hips, grinding against his face, and he loved it. His muffled moans vibrated right up your stomach until you came again. It was amazing.

Of course, you told him yes. And you were happy with your little surprise.

But you had an even bigger surprise.

You’d show him afterwards.

The little white stick in your pocket, in big bold words.

Pregnant.

He’s always wanted to be a daddy.

[areyoudreaminof]

Future Rust and Future Dust: Chapter 6

I'm back. Kind of.

I'd like to give my most heartfelt thanks and dedication to @secret-third-thing for reading this and giving me the boost I needed to post this.

Feyre,

By the time you read this, I’ll be heading for the continent. 

I wish I had more time to explain everything to you and Nesta but time is running out. You should have all of Lucien’s reports on Beron and the human armies. Things are moving much faster and becoming much more dire than we thought. We need to get to the lake. I hope you’ll forgive me and understand that this was not a rash decision. Our human allies have procured us a ship, when we reach Rask safely, I will write to you again.

Please give Nyx a kiss every night from me. Please-

The pen stopped suddenly in Elain’s fingers, leaving a small pool of ink idling under the brass tip. No matter how many times she wrote it, the letters to her sisters sounded wrong, like she had something to hide. But she wasn’t hiding, she told herself, just keeping some things personal. Elain supposed it was a form of guilt that ate at her. After all, she did leave the house almost a year ago, in the middle of the night to come down to the manor. She hadn’t been up to Velaris since, but her sisters came down to visit once, Nyx on Feyre’s hip and a closed off expression on Nesta’s face. 

She and Lucien had fallen in love with each other by then, and she had hoped her sisters would be happy for her. They assured her they were, but something unspoken hung in the air, something that none of the sisters could put into words. Elain hoped that by holding off on a mating ceremony until her sisters could be there would smooth things over. She was ready to accept the bond, but she felt another twinge of guilt at the idea of not having her sisters there for a ceremony. Ever the gentleman, Lucien assured her they could have a small ceremony in the spring with her sisters. With a sigh, Elain finished the letter as best as she could, quickly folding and sealing it as she threw it into the small stack of envelopes. With a stretch, Elain rose from the desk, her eyes drifting to the window. 

Snow was falling outside, softly, almost silently. Only the wind whistled a lonely ballad, one of sorrow and change. Elain had seen the steel clouds on the horizon and had felt the bite of cold in the air, but she was so focused on packing clothes, writing letters, hoping that they could get onto a ship before morning that she had missed the first flakes falling. Quickly, she walked through the kitchen to the back door, sparing a glance at the clock. It was nearing sunset and Vassa would be home. They could finish packing and Jurian and Lucien would be ready with a carriage to take them to the coast, where a merchant ship with black sails waited, she reminded herself as she swung the back door open. 

She reached up to touch the snowflakes that flurried and whirled around her as she stepped outside. Each flake kissed her fingertips and cheeks lightly, while her breath whirled in clouded puffs from her lips. Elain remembered her first snow, she supposed she must have been three or four years old. The naked rose bushes in the garden froze in the night, while snow dusted the twisting branches like white blooms. She was hypnotized by the beauty of it all, hardly looking away from the window as her governess wrapped her in mittens and scarves. Her next memory was being angry about how wet and filthy her shoes and stockings got after she came inside.

I suppose I’ll have to get used to wet stockings, she thought. The continent was colder and wetter this time of year, at least, if her old atlases were right. Visions of ice on the lake flickered through her memory as she breathed in the sharp and muddied air. 

Blue light filtered in through the night sky, an echo of the full moon behind the clouds, though the manor grounds were cloaked in darkness. Only the warm glow of the kitchen illuminated Elain’s path, the copse of ash trees were a snarled shadow in the distance. 

A wolf began to howl, far off into the tree line. 

The pitch of the howl was wrong, too sharp for the wolves that prowled the wall line, too nasal. As the howl echoed through the limbs of ash trees, static fear crept through Elain’s throat. She couldn’t spot Vassa in the darkness, if the howling got a hold of her-

DONG! DONG! 

The continental wooden clock in the kitchen announced the Vassa hour and the wolf howled again. Elain launched into the snow, her shoes sliding along the tightly packed ice, her breath sharpening with cold as she pumped her legs toward the soft firelight in the trees. The wolf-thing howled again, this time closer to the south, nearing the manor. Elain cut through the ash grove and into the clearing where Vassa usually landed, ignoring the hiss of ash branches along her skin as she ran. 

She could not say the words, admit what she knew had finally come. 

But she could run. 

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[fishhawish]

‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚.From the House of Hearth

Lyney x Reader Angst

Requested but I accidentally posted the draft instead of saving it D:

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Warnings: depression mention, cheating, kinda self harm

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Requested by @sailorstar9 I'm so sorry for deleting the original on accident. The Gorou one should hopefully be out by tomorrow if I don't need to go back to the hospital.

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Request: Lyney watches reader walk down the isle with their new husband after He tossed their relationship aside to have a 2 week fling with Lumine.

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I love this request so much I might write a part 2 / two way ending like a fluff and angst yk

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He who gave her rainbow roses. He who left his siblings to be with her. He who put her on the VIP list of every show. He who only wanted to be with Her. He who loved her popularity and fame. He who tossed aside everything, even You just for the almighty traveler. And Yet he has never given You a rainbow rose. He has never left Lynette or Freminet to spend time with you. He replaced you on the VIP list.

You thought you could trust him, I until the night of his performance at the Opera House. Swinging open the door, excited with a gift for him and ready to give him a good luck kiss. But it wasn't meant to happen. There the two where, in each others embrace kissing each other's cheeks and laughing happily together. Just as You and him once did.

Upon him noticing you, he did not even bat an eye. He simply did not care. He started at You, not smiling, no interest or loving expression that he used to hold when he looked at You. You could see it when he looked back at her, how his eyes lit up, how he smiled and came alive. But his next words are what truly broke You. The words that broke him too.

"My sincerest apologies, but I'm afraid it doesn't matter now does it?"

"oh please don't cry now, I don't want to deal with you. He said confidently. Lumine looking at him with confusion and guilt on her expression. He turns back to her "do not pay mind to my mistake." Lumine looking at You in an apologetic way before she pushed Lyney away and walks out of the room instantly. You did not see a face expression on him before you too turned around and left the room.

It's such a shame he threw away years of his relationship to be with her for only two weeks.

Years of healing, trying to trust again, was a very difficult process. But eventually it happens, when You meet your now significant other. The true man of your dreams. Better than any of your exes could ever hope to achieve. And now here You are walking down the isle, most beautiful and elegant clothing on. Flowers decorating the beautiful isle that You will walk down.

You and Lyney are still friends, yes. But he can only think why You would even consider torturing him so much by inviting him. Surely you know this pains him in the worst way possible right? His every regret flooding back to him, the way he misses you. The way he misses your affection, your voice, your scent, your quirks even your flaws.

Ever since his mistake that day, his fling with Lumine. The worst day of his life, his reason for his loss of motivation, his loss of happiness, his loss of light. He is completely dull, like a burn out lightbulb. He's tried so hard to win you back over, but he knows he's failed. He knows he's failed you, failed his siblings, failed himself.

Every night to ensure he can get away from his emotions he picks up a bottle. Ruining his health too.

Lumine in her dress, elegant and sweet, after the incident he lost her too. Lumine, who left Lyney after she realized her mistake. Lumine who apologized to You and became close to You. Lumine who did the right thing compared to Lyney. She's a bridesmaid.

He stares as You as You walk down the isle, ready to call yourself officially married with your significant other. Lyney's chest aching, he can feel his heart beat in his chest. Sounds being lost to him as he tears up. Aching stomach and the inability to stop himself from acting out.

"Does anyone have any objections?"

"WAIT! Please.. I object." Was all that could be heard.

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Finished

Thinking about writing a part 2 like mentioned earlier

REQS OPEN AS USUAL SLOW RESPONSE DUE TO HEALTH ISSUES

[evispunk]

MEET THE CAMERONS

a/n: first chapters are normally super slow and are just to get you an introduction to the book, so if you don't like it, please give it a chance and read a little more. as a reader, i don't even like this chapter. this is where you can stop reading if you don't want to know a few things about me.

one - i've been watching outer banks and reading fics about it since 2020. i've gotten quite a feel for the characters and my own opinions and views on them. so of course, this may or may not be similar to other fics you have read, or maybe this is something entirely different! this will follow the plot of the show MAINLY. it will derive a few times and not exactly follow the timeline of the show but all of the events will happen.

two - i have been writing since i was twelve. my writing may not be your style or the best you've ever seen, but i'm proud of it and that's why i'm putting it out there for you to see. please do not critique me in the comments! save it for your therapist.

three - i'm a rafe defender sorry not sorry he's a baby

summary: violette and her parents head over to the cameron's, her parents' good friends, house for dinner where she meets sarah & wheezie for the first time, and rafe, whom she hasn't seen since they were in diapers. plot intro.

warnings: innocent little kook with no idea what she's in for

"ARE YOU ALMOST ready?" Matt called up the spiral staircase to his daughter, Violette. She huffed, unplugging her curling iron and brushing out her waves.

"Yes, Dad, just get in the car, I'll be down in a sec!" she yelled back, applying lip balm at the same time and switching the lights off. The brunette girl took one last look at herself in the hallway mirror, staring back at her smooth, cream-colored dress with knots that were tied into bows on the shoulder straps. Her black heels clicked against the stairs as she jogged down them, heading towards her parents' car.

"Oh, honey, you look beautiful." Violette's mother, Cecilia told her once she sat down in the back seat.

"Thank you, Mom." she smiled, buckling her seatbelt behind the driver's seat.

"Are you excited to see The Cameron's again? You haven't seen Rafe since you two were in diapers right before we moved." Cecilia said, turning to face her daughter.

"I guess. I'm a little nervous to meet his sisters though, I mean, what if they're the fake bitchy type?"

"Language, young lady." her father interrupted, pointing a finger into the rearview mirror as he turned left.

"I doubt that. I've never met Rose personally, but I've talked with her a few times and her and Ward are amazing parents. I'm sure they're really sweet." Violette's mother reassured her with a smile.

"What are their names again?" 

"Sarah and Eloise, but the little one is called Wheezie."

"Wheezie? Does she have asthma?" she returned, pulling her phone out from her black shoulder bag.

"No, just a nickname that stuck, I'm sure. Don't make that joke at dinner."

"Wouldn't dream of it." Violette smiled, unbuckling herself as the car halted to a stop in the Cameron's yard.

"Be on your best behavior, Vi." Matt instructed, locking the door and putting his keys into his pocket, next to his wallet.

Violette swung the gold chain of her shoulder bag over her left, and began walking up to the front door with her parents. Her mother lightly knocked three times on their large door, and stepped back, awaiting their response.

The door swung open abruptly, and the blond woman behind it smiled.

"Welcome! You must be Cecilia!" the woman Violette now knew as Rose hugged her mother, then looked at her father.

"Matt." he smiled, and hugged her too as she kissed his cheek.

"Rose." she returned, moving her attention to their daughter. "And you must be the wonderful Violette I have heard so much about," Rose continued, initiating another hug. "Wow, I have to say you smell great. What are you wearing?"

"Miss Dior." the girl replied, thanking her.

"I'll have to buy that one. Come on in, guys." she said, opening the door completely to let the Rhodes enter their home. "I'm just about done with supper, and Rafe is setting the table."

Violette looked around at the Camerons' house, taking in her expensive surroundings. Their home was even more elegant than hers, and they were considered to be almost filthy rich. It smelt quite clean, almost like a mix of fresh linen and salt air.

"Violette?" a voice called from beside her, and she whipped her head towards the sound to find a dirty blond girl standing there wearing a strapless, navy, crossfront bandeau top dress. "Hey, I'm Sarah. Rafe's sister." the girl smiled, taking a few steps towards Violette.

"Oh, hi. Sorry, you scared me, but it's nice to meet you. I love your dress."

"Thank you! I got it at this cute boutique downtown, you'll have to come shop with me sometime."

"I'd love to." Violette replied, looking at the Cameron girl some more. She noticed her wearing two necklaces, one smaller gold chain, and a longer necklace with an 'S' on it.

"Your heels are gorgeous, by the way." Sarah continued, silently urging Violette to walk with her.

"Givenchy."

"Wow. So, you're bougie."

"I like what I like. Of course, not everything is about a brand, but it sure can be."

"You know what, I get that. I don't really care as much, but, I can see why someone would." she smiled. "Oh, Wheeze." Sarah stopped in her tracks, almost catching the Rhodes girl off guard.

"Hm? Oh. Hi, what's your name?"

"Violette. I'm assuming you're Wheezie?"

"I don't know anyone else with that name." she responded with a laugh, her dark curls bouncing with it.

"Can't say I do either," Violette said, voice back to normal. "Hey, I've met pretty much everyone besides Rafe. Do you know where he's at?"

"Probably in the kitchen." the black-haired girl answered, standing up to join the two girls on their walk. "Come this way." The two newfound friends followed Wheezie through the hall until they reached the kitchen, finding Rafe and Ward sipping on their drinks while leaning against the island.

"Violette. How're you doing, sweetie?" the older Cameron smiled, meeting Violette halfway and hugging her.

"I'm doing well. And you?"

"Great, great. You remember Rafe." he pointed to his son, drink in hand.

"Just barely. I do remember a lot of him stealing my toys." she replied and Ward laughed, grabbing Rafe's shoulder. The blond teenager only dryly stared at Violette and drank from his glass.

"Yeah, that sounds like Rafe. I see you already met Sarah and Wheezie, hope they weren't too hard on you."

"Hey!" Wheezie defended herself from behind Violette, still standing next to a temporarily silent Sarah, "We're actually really nice, if you didn't notice."

"I'm sure that's what you think," Rafe commented, refilling his cup with Coke. Violette's gaze fell upon him, slightly taken aback by his arrogant demeanor.

"Rafe-"

"Supper's ready!" Rose called out from the next room over, and Rafe smirked to himself while Ward's face turned sour. His expression quickly recovered when he turned to the three girls and nodded towards the dining room, he and his son following.

"This looks delicious, Rose." Cecilia complimented, smoothing her long dress down as she took a seat at the table.

"Thank you. It's an old family recipe of Ward's." she smiled at the woman in return, setting her napkin on her lap.

"It's steak, Rose." Rafe rolled his eyes, scooting his chair in louder than necessary. 

"I think it looks and smells lovely," Ward interjected whilst giving his son 'the look', "Let's eat." he smiled. 

Violette walked into the kitchen and began stacking plates and cups, deciding to help Rose with the dishes as a thank you for the supper she undoubtedly spent hours cooking.

"Oh, you don't have to do that, honey. You can go talk with everyone else."

"That's okay, I like to help. Take it as a thank you for supper."

"Well then, I won't stop you," she agreed, turning back to the large sink, scrubbing and rinsing dishes before loading them into their stainless steel dishwasher. "So, Violette, do you have a boyfriend back on the mainland?"

"I don't, actually. I was seeing this one guy for a while, but he turned out to be a huge jerk, so I ended it. It was sad too, he was real cute." the young girl responded, heading over to the other side of the sink and using some of the water that had collected to rinse cups and silverware.

"Trust me, I've been there," Rose laughed. "I dated this one guy in high school, Thomas White. Turns out he was making out with guys the whole time we were dating." she continued, shaking her head.

"Whoa, talk about a plot twist."

"Tell me about it. You know, I never got to ask at dinner- what do your parents do for work again? I know your mother makes jewelry, I bought some from her."

"Yeah, she does. Um, my dad's a lawyer, actually."

"Have you ever got to say, 'My dad's a lawyer,'?" Rose chuckled lightly, switching off the sink and shutting the dishwasher door.

"Not yet, but it sure has crossed my mind a few times."

"Goodnight Mom," Violette said as her mother passed her bathroom whilst brushing out her wet hair.

"Night sweetie. Love you."

"I love you, too." 

Violette walked across the hallway to her bedroom and opened her closet door with the intention of finding pajamas to wear. She settled her mind on a ribbed mauve tank top, and loose white sweat shorts. After dropping her towel and changing, she slid on her beige fluffy socks and plaited her hair. Tomorrow she would explore the island after having been here for a week and only unpacking her house. 

"Alexa, play thunderstorm sounds."

[smuttysabina]

Chaelisa "Chella Action

(Lisa x Rose, 800 words) Lisa and Rose have fun at Coachella Tags: Lesbian action, Dialogue, Fisting, brief vomiting, cumplay, harsh language

"Really Lisa?"

"What, Rose?"

"This is the best you could find?"

"Hey, I don't want to hear any complaints, this is the best one I could get that was... unspoiled."

"Where did you even find it anyways?"

"Passed out next to the main stage, I think she missed him since he was unconscious."

"Well judging by the screaming Jennie is still going at it."

"Mhmm, so be happy we don't get her sloppy seconds for once, this one is fresh!"

"I'm surprised you didn't just grab some of her leftovers, considering what a perverted whore you are, you should like cleaning up after your betters."

"Wow fuck you too bitch, at least I'm not a sadistic... oh, shut up, shut up, he's waking up! Ahem- Hello there, how are you feeling, good? Oh don't bother getting up silly, we'll be joining you down there soon enough."

"Ugh, do we really have to fuck him in the dirt?"

"Its COACHELLA, everything is covered in dirt!"

"Well some of us, dislike rutting on the ground like animals!"

"Okay, then go find a fucking clean mattress then, I'll be busy enjoying myself."

"FINE. But I get to go first."

"Um, no. I don't want you to ruin him like you do with all of your... slaves. The last one was literally jizzing blood!"

"Oh please, you were just on your period Lisa, and anyways I don't want your filthy cunt juices smeared all over my... dildo."

"Heh, you were going to say 'slave' weren't you?"

"Its called wordplay whore, maybe you should figure it out before writing another song."

"....Ouch"

"..."

"..."

"Okay, I'm sorry, that was a little too harsh."

"It's fine, that just means I get to go first. God you are so easy to manipulate, its a wonder you manage to domme anyone at all..."

"Hey!"

"Too late! Hello again my darling little pet, ready to make my insides all juicy? Don't mind Rose there, she's just mad about going last! So make sure to fuck me good and proper, if you cum before I do, I'll make sure you get it up again..."

"..."

"What's wrong Rose, still mad that you're going to be cleaning up after me again? You can just stand there and watch as I ride- wait Rose. What are you doing back there with your hand? Wait, no. Get lube you idiot! Get lube! LUBE! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHH!"

"Oh shut up you slut, I know you love it rough. This is payback for earlier, whore"

"Oh fuck... Rose I can feel your fist in my stomach... oh god I'm gonna! Blooooargh!"

"That's disgusting! Could you not puke everywhere like a cheap whore? You really do deserve to get fucked on the ground you filthy animal."

"Hah- I- hah, I don't want to hear that from the fucking bitch who just shoved her arm up my ass!"

"Lisa, you came like twice from this, don't deny you're not enjoying this."

"Urrrgh, I'm going to force feed you so much cum after this you bitch..."

"I'd love to see you try, by the time I'm done with you I doubt your loose holes will be able to hold anything in them at all!"

"Ghurk Ghurk Ghurk GHUAH! Is that all you've got Rose, I've fucked virgins who could plow me harder than that!"

"...Um Lisa."

"Huh...? What?"

"Look down."

"...Oh, he passed out again."

"...Did he finish?"

"Hmm.... yup I can feel his load in there! I guess he came so hard he blacked out!"

"Pfffft, you really do suck at choosing fuck meat!"

"Yeah yeah I don't want to hear it! Also uh, Rose?"

"Yes Lisa?"

"Want to keep fisting me?

"Sigh, fine. But only if you eat me out afterwards."

"Deal! And you can degrade me all you want and shit while I'm doing it."

"You do know how to push my buttons don't you?"

"Oh yeah, and afterwards, want to try and find some more pets? Surely Jennie can't fuck her way through all of them!"

"With Jisoo helping her out? Seriously?"

"Well I guess we can be on cleanup duty again..."

"Are you fine with sloppy seconds?"

"Are you really asking me that?"

"Fine, as long as you clean them off first for me..."

"Rose dear, I always do. Now shouldn't you be, um?"

"Oh right! Only if you ask nicely though, Lisa."

"I hate you."

"That works!"

"OH FUCK! HARDER ROSE HARDER!"

[itjazzbicch]

Good Things Come To Those Who Wait

Pairing:  Lee Chaolan x Fem Reader 

First time writing for Lee, so I hope I did well! 

Summary: Having a crush on Kazuya, his adopted brother, Lee, has always teased the reader for this little crush, but he secretly has a desire and knows that Kazuya isn't the one for the reader...

Requested by: @ambootyos (I hope you enjoy it!)

Warnings:  SMUT! (18+ ONLY! MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI! YOU WILL BE BLOCKED!) Some swearing, foreplay, oral f!receiving, unprotected sex (wrap it before ya tap it!), pet names (rose, love, baby)

Word Count: 1.8k 

"Talk about a great fight, Kaz!" There was one thing no one could deny about Kazuya: that he was a great fighter; teasing and winking at him, "If we cross paths in the tournament, take it easy on me, huh?"

Knowing Kazuya since our school days, he was interesting, to say the least, only smirking at me as he continued his way, flaring his nostrils with a:

"Hmph."

Sometimes, he made me feel so defeated. What did I need to do to get his attention?

"Failed again, huh? You are determined. I'll give you that."

Hearing giggles behind me, I knew it was Lee, who constantly teased me about my little crush on Kazuya since he puzzled the pieces together.

"Don't look so upset, my rose," He chuckled, coming up to wrap an arm around me, teasing yet again, "It's his loss, you know?"

"What do you know, Lee?" Rolling my eyes and crossing my arms, he gained my attention for once with his whisper:

"I know that I hate seeing a lovely woman such as yourself, trying to catch a fish that keeps swimming away from you."

Thinking about how long I tried to connect with Kazuya, he told no lies, but I hated admitting that he was right, unsure of what I was feeling as his words cascaded over me with immense charisma:

"He truly doesn't know what he's missing. If I were Kaz, I would treat you like the queen you are, dear Y/N."

"If you were Kaz, huh?" I giggled, trying to tease him as our gazes met, "Sounds like I'm not the only one with a crush."

"Except I'm not afraid to be a little more direct," He had a charm that couldn't be ignored, my blood rushing at the sexiness in his tone, "If I were him, you would've been my girl a long, long time ago."

"But you're not him," Being direct myself, I was testing to see how straightforward he could be, urging him, "So, are you just leading me on, or are you going to make a move, Lee?"

"I'd never toy with your heart. When I make a move," Smirking and kissing my cheek, I heated up, trying to hide my fluster as he winked, "I go straight for it."

I was quiet, but breathing quickly and heavily, nearly casted into a spell as his eyes glimmered past his platinum hair, offering to me:

"So, what do you say? Keep chasing that boy who doesn't want you or be treated by a man?"

"You talk a big game," I couldn't stop staring at his glistening lips, so many thoughts of him invading my mind. There was no denying that Lee and I had a connection, unlike me and Kazuya, and even though he would tease me sometimes, he knew me better too.

"And I can back it up, baby," Grinning brighter, his hand was so soft against my cheek, making his big move as our lips met, and it felt like fireworks were popping off in my head.

He knew how to be tender and make me want more, chuckling at how I gasped when our lips parted briefly, adding a dart of his tongue before he picked his head up to look me in the eyes:

"So, you still want Kaz now?"

"You cocky little shit," Needing a deep breath and looking around, we were alone in the hall, so I grabbed his hand, ready to lead him to my locker room, and warned, "This is your one chance. You better make the best of it."

"Oh, I will," He smirked confidently, switching our direction and guiding me, "Just follow me, my rose."

Following him to his locker room instead, I couldn't believe how extravagant it was, but then again, it was Lee, after all. He didn't settle for anything that wasn't luxurious. Not like any of it mattered, our feet on the gas pedal once the door shut.

When he wrapped his arms around me, the pent-up emotions deep within began to rise, and the thought never crossed my mind till tonight, but gosh, I couldn't stop kissing him, swimming in those silver blue eyes until I noticed that we were in what was like a bedroom.

"You have a whole bed in here?"

"Yes. Resting is important after combat, you know that," Gently placing me back on the bed, his fingertips started toying with the fabric of my shirt, cocking his eyebrow at me for reassurance, "Now, let's focus on something a little more important?"

"If you can handle all this," I winked, stripping down to my panties with his help, burning up from his hands all over me.

"My god, are you beautiful," He whispered, kissing my neck and working his way down while unclasping my bra, squeezing my breasts while placing soft kisses all over them, licking and sucking my nipple while rubbing the other.

The bliss took over me so quickly that I couldn't hold back all the instincts to moan and squirm, naturally grinding upward and feeling how hard he was.

"See how good it is," He murmured between kisses, leading down my stomach, taking my panties and spreading my legs wide, placing deep kisses along my inner thighs, "To be treated by someone who truly thinks you're beautiful?"

Holding a deep gaze, my head started to fall back, his tongue swirling against my entrance, licking up every drop of my slick before getting more out of me with the way his tongue flicked at my clit, sucking as I whined:

"That's so good!"

"And delicious," He hummed, sending vibrations clear up to my head, rubbing up my sides and up to my breasts, kneading and tweaking my nipples, eating me up like he'd never get the chance again.

"L-Lee," My thighs started to squeeze his head, trapping him in place, and even while buried between my legs, I could tell he was smiling, hands latching to my hips as my mind started reeling, trying to pry my thighs apart for the air, till he pushed them back into place.

"I'm doing just fine," Flicking his tongue rapidly against my clit, I let my thighs suffocate him again, unraveling as he murmured, "Go ahead and cum, baby. All I need is this to make that happen."

My vision was blurring, but I saw how he taunted me with his tongue before going back to licking me up, switching between suckingly kisses before sucking my clit again. It was so hard to breathe, letting my orgasm take me away, my walls clenching around nothing, jaw hanging, and my moans cutting in and out from how mind blown I was, never feeling such a euphoric bliss as I did then:

"Fucccck, Lee!"

"You taste sooo good," Licking up my slick, he was proud to see me so out of it but eased the intense high, rubbing my sides and stomach softly, gently teasing when I finally opened my eyes to find him, "All done, already?"

"I don't think so," Gazing down to his cock fighting against his leather pants, he knew that I wanted it, starting by stripping out of his shirt:

"Anything you want, rose."

I started to feel that outworld-ish feeling, like I was in a dream as he was stripping. How did I never pay attention to how HOT he was? I was so out of it; I didn't realize how I was reaching for him to come closer.

"Touch me. I know you want to," Taking my hand and placing it on his chest, I took in every detail: the softness of his skin, how tone and defined his abs were, going further and further down, "Touch me like you touch nobody, baby."

"Shit-" His cock was so warm and hard in my hand, pumping softly to feel his length and girth, only letting go to enjoy the pleasure of the pink skin meeting between my legs, running his shaft through my folds, both of us moaning:

"Feels so good, already."

"C'mon, Lee," I pouted, wanting him inside me that instant, kissing his thumb as he placed it on my plump lower lip, his tip circling my entrance.

"I can't just ravish you like some beast," He chuckled, coming down to meet me and take in every facial expression I made as he inched his cock into me, walls clenching around his girth instantly. It made the friction so strong, his nibble on my ear sending my nerves wild, "I want to enjoy you, love."

Sharing moans as he began to thrust, I wrapped my arms around his neck, tongues dancing, biting his lip when our hips met, and his cock filled me deep, rocking together and growing the nerve to ask:

"Tell me something, Lee."

"Yes?" Pausing for a moment, I finally asked what I wanted to ask from the moment he first teased me about having a crush:

"How long have you wanted me?"

"A long time," Kissing me harder, he spread my legs a little more, a thrust that flung me upward, making my lips pop free from his and moaning nothing but his name, "But good things come to those who wait."

Since he couldn't kiss with the way I was moaning, he showered every inch of skin he could reach with kisses, raising my leg to push deeper, and I was gripping onto him hard, strong heat coiling in my stomach.

"Yeahh!" I was so full of lust and desire, the part of my mind that held all the truths broke open, praising him, "I'll never want that fool again!"

Referring to Kazuya as a fool boosted his confidence even more, forehead to forehead, as his tip brushed past my sweet spot, having my hand running through his hair and holding tight.

"You have no idea how nice that is to hear," Panting softly, the grin on his face audible, instinctively knowing to open my eyes to find him, "You know I am so much better than him."

"You are, baby!" I wasn't lying; solely focused on him and calling him baby made something take over him, kissing with our tongues till we couldn't breathe, sweat across our temples when we felt the grip I had around his cock, his back tensing at every pulse that waved through my walls, hips arching off the bed as I squelched around him.

"Babyyy-" Thrusting slower and slower, he was shaking and groaning softly, still tensing from the aftershock of my orgasm, watching as he was debating in his mind, not wanting to let the excellent feeling go just yet, "Gosh, the things you do to me, Y/N."

"I'll have to treat you to something nice after this," My chest was heaving as he stopped himself and fought off stronger temptations, head laid between my breast, smiling as I slicked his hair back, kissing his forehead.

"You sweet thing," Picking himself up and leaving me hollow, we both knew this wouldn't be the last time, him being the sweet thing as he kissed my forehead back, "I'll go run us a shower." 

2023 © itjazzbicch — do not repost or translate my work. Likes, reblogs, and comments are always welcome. 

[thedevilsoftruth]

Hide & Go Kill ♡ M. Spector x Afab Reader

" It's almost time to play, It's time to be afraid. Oh god, I'm ready now, You're almost ready now. I'm gonna love you now. I'm gonna put you down. "

Summary: You knew loving Marc was going to be a bad idea. He was a good man to you until he stopped taking his medication and started to become deranged. You left him years ago, moved 6 states away from him, and forgot about him. Until he returned to you once again 4 years later.

Warning: Dead Dove, Dont Eat!! ( if you dont like it, dont read it. ) rape, knife play, Marc is ( obviously ) a sadist, sensory deprivation, rage/hate fucking.

Notes: this was a writing practice. I haven't really written anything like this before, so I'm sorry if it's a bit sloppy. Someone needs to take Slipknot away from me before I go crazy 😭

Silence. There was nothing but silence. Silence that didn't make your anxiety go away in the slightest. Silence that drove fear into your heart, knowing that he was there, knowing that he would find you. You doubted that he would give up on you. You saw him slaughter everyone in your restaurant. You saw him look at you as you escaped. You saw the deranged look in his eyes as he watched as you fled out of the room. No matter what you did or where you went, he would find you. That was something he was sure of.

There weren't a lot of places to hide in a restaurant. Hiding in a closet was a cliché, but hiding In a cabinet in the kitchen was even worse. You were setting yourself up for failure since the beginning, coming in there. You could have easily taken the back door and jumped over the fence to the restaurant next door. And now, he was there. You could feel it. You could hear his labored breath and his heavy footsteps as he wandered the kitchen. You could see through the cracks of the cabinet his angry attempts at finding you by throwing every cabinet door open. And it didn't help that he was nearby. He was going to find you. He was going to take you and break you. Just like he promised the day you left him.

Without a doubt, it was him. You thought he was a thing of the past. Gone. Vanished. Something that couldn't--wouldn't come back for you. Four years ago, you moved 6 states away from him, without him knowing. There was no way that he would find you. You were sure of it when you moved. And yet here he was, back for you. Back to love you. Back to show you what you did to him.

You knew it was over. He was whistling joyfully, kicking open the second cabinet to your left as if it were a fun game. And to him, it was. He was enjoying trying to find you. You could feel a cold tear run down your sweaty, pink cheek. He kicked one last cabinet open, and then, for a moment, there was silence. You hoped he was finally going away, but he was far from away. He was right there, right beside you.

" Found you. "

The light from the kitchen slowly peeked into the cabinet you hid in as he opened the door. It was him. Your suspicious were correct. He was back. Back to give you more pain as if he already didn't do so much to you. Back to show you how much he missed you.

" No, no, no, no, no! S-stay away! " You shouted, putting your hand out in front of you as if he'd get the hint and go away. He scrunched his face in anger and reached his hand out for your scalp, forcing you out of your hiding space. He was quick to lock your arms behind your back and put his arm around your neck once you rose to your feet. Your fight or flight response kicked in, and you were squrimming as hard as you could, trying to get yourself away from him, but he was too strong. He was suffocating you, stripping you away of any oxygen you had in your lungs as he dragged you out of the kitchen. Whatever he was going to do, you knew it was bad. So you did the only thing that came to mind, and you parted your lips and bit down on his forearm as hard as you could, inflicting a loud grunt out of him. His hold on you slightly relaxed a bit, and you took it as an opportunity to try and writh away from him again. But still, he was still too strong, and he threw you against the wall in the hallway. He flipped you so that you were facing him, and he covered your mouth with his hand, preventing you from uttering a single word.

" Here's the thing, little girl, you're not going anywhere. " He said through a dark laugh, grinning evilly. You could feel cold tears polling down your eyes, soaking his hand over your mouth.

" And if you do try to escape me, which you won't.. " He started, swiping his white blazer behind his hand to disconnect a small, creasent shaped blade from its magnetic source on his white, leather belt. Your breath hitched in fear as he showed you the tiny blade, twirling it around in his gloved fingers.

" I will hurt you. " He warned in a low voice, dragging the blade across your neck and down to your chest. You shivered at the contact of the cold metal on your skin, your bottom lip quivering under his skin. He lifted your ahirt up with the creasent blade, grazing your skin with its sharp edges ever so lighty as he exposed your skin. His hand was starting to get sweaty over your hot breath, and he took notice of it and withdrew his hand from

" Understand? " He whispered into your ear, using his free hand to trail a gloved finger down your side. You whimpered, shaking your head, your tears starting to come out harder. Your soft sobbing, pants for air, and whimpers were only feeding his fire of desire that was growing by the second. When he was met with nothing but your silence, he growled angrily in your ear and shoved you into the wall.

" Do you fucking understand me?! " he hissed in your ear, forcing you to nod your head in response quickly. He chuckled darkly to your response, and picked you up by your thighs. Panic immediately rose in you, and you began kicking and hitting him again to try and get him off you, but nothing seemed to faze him.

" Let go of me, please. " You sobbed out to him as he walked off into the main dining area of the restaurant. As much as he enjoyed hearing you cry for his remorse, as much as he wanted you to scream as loud as he could make you, he was afraid somebody would hear you and would call the police. He was already on the run and couldn't be found. So he slammed you down on the counter that people would pay for their food on, took off a glove, and shoved it into your mouth. He took off his tie and tied your wrists together above your head and bonded it against a pole that heald together a screwed in mini shelf on the counter.

" There we go. You're ready for me now. " He whispered through a devilish smile, running his hands all over your sides before moving them to his belt. You knew what was coming to you next, and you didn't know what else to do, so you screamed. You screamed as loud as you could in hopes that anyone would hear you. He frowned at you.

" Oh, baby. Are we really doing this? Dont make me hurt you. " He threatened, talking to you in a strong voice but also tenderly as if you were a child, and he was telling you not to go dancing in the rain. Your screaming immediately stopped at his threat, the fear of him doing something bad to you, burning into your mind.

" You don't know how much I've missed you. " He cooed, unzipping his pants and taking his belt out of the belt loops of his pants. He reached hnder your skirt and pulled down your black, lacey panties, making you strangely remembered the times when he would bring you into bed with him, and you'd spend the next morning having him massage you because you were so sore from his lovemaking. But this, this was not " making love. " This was evil. Pure evil.

" I bet you missed me, didn't you, baby? " He asked breathlessly, letting his pants pool to his feet before he entered you harshly without warning. You jerked your legs and squealed at the unexpected contact, feeling your walls stretch around him agonizingly. The more you whimpered or screamed, the more his ungodly lechery grew. He wanted to see you in pain. You deserved it after all. After calling him crazy, after throwing a vase at him when he wouldn't leave your house, after all of the hurtful things you told him, you deserved a punishment. And not one that you would enjoy. Hearing you in pain was letting him know that he was succeeding in his goal at destroying you.

" Here's the thing, baby. I'm going to tear you down to the lowest a woman can go. " He snarled, grabbing your scalp as he pumped unwanted, semi-fast thursts into your displeased core.

" I'm going to ruin you, make you hurt. You are my disease, and the cure is damaging you. " He rasped out, making sure every single inch of you was violated in his wake. Your sobs were muffled under his tie, but your tears were soaking your face, mingling with your sweat and making your hair stick to your face a bit. He leaned down and buried his face into your neck, kissing your pulse point before biting down on it gently. His hand grasped your breast, his thumb brushinh over your nipple and inflicting a tiny, low whimper from you.

" Please, s-stop. " he could barely make out what you said through your muffled voice and loud sobs. He gave you a fake pout and took the tie out of your mouth.

" What was that baby? Couldn't hear you. "

" Stop. Please stop. " You begged, too much saliva building up In your throat and making your words sound more like a gurgle. And oh, boy, did his cock twitch In response to that. His lips curled into a wicked smirk, his eyes dark with desire.

" Why would I stop? We've just gotten started. Now let me hear you scream. Scream for me, lover. Scream. " He commanded, his face and voice controting with nothing but pure hatred and rage. The pacing of his thrusts got faster, angrier, more painful, inflicting a loud scream of agony out of you. And scream, you did. If he was allowing you to scream, you would scream. But not becuase he asked you to. Becuase you wanted to. You needed for somebody to hear you. And maybe that fear of being caught was something he wanted. No, it was exactly what he wanted. It was his entire reason for taking the tie out of your mouth and he knew it. Your core felt like it was on fire, his thick, leaking cock being the only providing source of lubrication.

" Stop! " You chanted, hoping, praying someone would hear. He heard you plain as day, and although he heard you, he was not taking your message into account. The message he was getting was, " Keep going " so he kept going. He kept driving in and out of you forcefully, somehow getting faster by the second. He hated you. He hated you as much as he hated himself. If he was going to hell, he wanted to drag you down with him. He wanted to tear you apart and use you over and over again. Just like how you tore his heart apart.

" So fucking good. So fucking tight. I'm gonna fill this tiny little hole up, and you're gonna fucking take it like the good girl you are. " He said through clenched teeth, curling a fist into your scalp and slamming your head down into the table. Your throat was beginning to burn and feel sore, your body becoming numb under his violation, so you stopped screaming. You let your eyelids flutter close, and the only sounds coming out of you were the tiny, Involuntary sounds of pain escaping your lips. He took notice of your lack of responding, so he grabbed a creasent blade from his belt and and drew a long line of blood across your thigh, making you scream out in torture, louder than ever before. He quickly covered your mouth to muffle your screams, taking notice of how loud they got.

" Take it. Take it, y/n. Fucking take it. " He grunted, his thrusts finally slowing down as he pumped thick, hot ropes of his spend into your warm cunt. But his ears picked up on something exciting, police sirens.

This was the fun part.

Without warning, he pulled out, his seed already spilling out of your sore pussy. You were crying softly again, and he hushed you immediately. He leaned over and gave you a kiss. But you did not kiss back, and the kiss was anything but intimate. He bit down hard on your lip until it bled, and when it did, he licked it away. He pulled away, and striked your face hard.

" I want you to remember me, little girl. But I'm afraid I have to leave. " He said, pulling up his pants and putting his belt back on. He untied you and put his now sopping wet glove into his back pocket.

" Go. Get out of here. And present my gift to you to them nicely. Jake put a lot of work into finding you. " And with those final words, he was gone. Vanishing away from your life once again.

[drama--universe]

Off the field

Requested by anonymous: hey, I recently started reading your prince of tennis imagines and they are absolutely amazing. If you have time, I was wondering if you could write another Zhou Zhi x reader one. I don't exactly have a plot idea but if it can be based around the match he has in the end where he temporarily gets blind, that would be great. Thank you

Pairing: Zhou Zhi x reader

Word Count: 1.0k words

"Shouldn't you be stretching or something?" You asked your boyfriend, who was draped over your back with his arms tightly wrapped around your waist. He looked up from your phone screen before shrugging slightly. You rolled your eyes, leaning back against him and throwing your head back to lean on his shoulder.

"Get going, seriously. I'll be in the stands like always." You kissed his cheek with a smile on your face. He smiled before kissing you as well, lips lingering on yours for a few seconds after before he sighed.

"Let's win then." He kissed your forehead before gently pushing you forward and getting up. You shut off your phone and turned to face Zhou Zhi as he packed his bag.

"Don't get hurt, if you do I swear." You pointed a finger at him accusingly, to which he only scoffed before throwing his bag over his shoulder.

"I never get hurt, you know that." "Just be careful." You said and he nodded before walking off with a happy smile. You looked at him before getting up, making your way over to the stands to find your friends.

The whole stadium grew quiet as Zhou Zhi's hand shot to the back of his head, the ball itself bouncing off in the distance. You jumped up from your seat, ready to lunge at your boyfriend's opponent if it wasn't for your friend. Watching as Zhou Zhi rose back to his feet, blinking rapidly as he shook his head softly. You had no doubt that he was dizzy from the hit, maybe even a shaky vision to accompany the likely pounding headache. He tilted his head softly before turning around to face his opponent again, seemingly staring into nothingness. The ball went to him, ready in his hand as everyone awaited his next move. The ball bounced on the ground once, twice before flying in the air while Zhou Zhi swung his racket back. Then he missed, the ball bouncing on the ground before rolling away. Nonetheless, the match continued as his opponent hit the ball to Zhou Zhi's and it raced past him. This happened again and again until one moment. You noticed that Zhou Zhi's eyes slowly closed before he ran at the ball, hitting it to the other side without any hesitation. His eyes remained closed as he ran behind the ball. He didn't miss, not a single time as his points started to rise above his opponent's. As the match point approached, you slowly rose from your seat out of anticipation. The final score sent everyone on your side into loud cheers while Zhou Zhi's team rushed to his side. You quickly followed, running to the stairs and almost plummeting down them before you reached your boyfriend's side.

"What did I say?!" You almost screamed as you kneeled before him, taking his face into your hands as you looked into his eyes. His pupils were slightly dilated before returning to normal, to which he only gave a smile to you. You let go of him before flicking his forehead with an annoyed sigh.

"I'm fine, don't worry." He placed his hands on your shoulders, pulling you closer and softly kissing your forehead. You scoffed, standing up and looking at the rest of the team. Your face hit up slightly from embarrassment before you pointed at Siyang.

"Don't let him play for at least a month now." With that you made your way back to your seat, ignoring the instant protest from Zhou Zhi. The match continued with the last players, but your eyes mostly remained on Zhou Zhi throughout the game. He kept blinking rapidly, rubbing his temples and pulling at his hair ever so often. You'd probably take him over to the hospital later on to check if he was badly injured or not. Before you knew it, your friend signaled you that the match was over while the tennis team all cheered.

"They won?" You asked, turning to your right, your friends staring at you in shock.

"Yes, where have you been?" "She was too busy staring at her little boyfriend." You turned to smack one your friend softly, glaring at her before turning back to the field. Zhou Zhi was smiling brightly, eyes connecting to yours before turning back to his team.

The stands started to become empty, most fans had long left to catch their busses or trains, and yet you remained. Waiting patiently for your boyfriend to finish his talk with his coach, which had being going for 10 minutes now. Not long, but enough to make you wait for awhile. You assumed she was scolding him, his head slightly tilted down with his hands folded before him. With a pat on his shoulder, coach Na made her way off the field and Zhou Zhi immediatley looked your way. You chuckled as you made your way over to him, quickly linking your arm to his.

"We're going to the hospital." You spoke and he groaned loudly, but didn't protest any further than that. His hand naturally found yours as you walked, linking your fingers before pausing as his phone pinged. Pulling it out, he read the text that had come in before sighing loudly and looking at you again with an annoyed stare. He lifted his phone so you could screen, which sent you in a burst of laughter.

"You got me banned from the tennis field." He said and you let go of him, still laughing your ass off as you held your stomach. With a raised hand, you tried to get him to stay quiet while you tried to control your laughter and to no avail. Zhou Zhi was quick to chase after you, so you took the opportunity to run off while still laughing.

"Tell Siyang to let me on the field!"

[sl33paholics]

Can't Be Fulfilled

Jotaro Kujo x Black!Female reader

Warning(s): Mentions of divorce, infidelity, domestic v¡olence, arguing, angst, listen the shit is depressing alr? Felt like writing one bc I got tired of the smut. Can be triggering into some readers.

We're close to 40 followers. Thx everyone 🤲🏾

"I don't think this is going to work anymore..."

You stood near the bedroom door with your hand on your elbow, looking at your husband on the bed before staring at the other side of the room as your eyes quickly met the ground. The room was completely silent, save for the quiet sounds of your breathing and the sound of your heart beating in your chest.

"What do you mean?"

You flinched. "Just... I'm tired of this. All of this, Jotaro." You sighed, turning your head slightly toward him. "All of it...this is too much. Days, weeks, hell, even a month of you being away because of your work, it's not fair." Your voice was barely audible through your closed teeth. Tears stung your eyes, but you weren't ready to give in yet. You had been trying so hard not to break down, but it just wasn't working out. You had tried to keep it together for years but it wasn't possible anymore. You watched as Jotaro put his book aside on the nightstand right next to the bed and sat straight up, facing your direction. "It ain't fair...for me...for Jolyne." He opened his mouth to say something, but you interrupted him, continuing. "And it's not fair for you either, Jotaro." His expression grew grim after your last statement, knowing that he had failed you once again, but he wasn't expecting this.

"Y/N...don't tell me what I think you're trying to say." His tone sounded more serious than usual. "Are you saying...you want us to split up? Is that what you're getting at? Y/N...we can make this work. We always have-"

"Yes," you said quietly. "I tolerated your absence for these years but you have to understand how things are now, Jotaro. Our daughter is growing up and as the years go by I don't want her to..." You paused. "Not this again."

Jotaro didn't let you finish. "She's seven years old." You wanted to respond but Jotaro continued anyway. "I work my ass off to provide for this family. I try. You know I try, Y/N. Every day." He took a deep breath and stared at his hands resting in his lap. "To keep both of you safe. To make sure we'll be okay. And this is how you repay me? With this? This bullshit? This stupid fucking arrangement of yours?" The tears were streaming down your face silently now and you felt yourself crumple into yourself further. Jotaro finally stood up. "We've had this conversation before, Y/N."

"I'm sorry," you choked out between sobs. "I'm sorry, Jotaro, I am. But you have to listen to me." Your voice was small and soft. "You don't know how many times Jolyne asks me when you're going to be home or if you're coming back, at all. When I'm bathing her, her bus dropping her off, braiding her hair, or even reading her to sleep."

Jotaro scoffed and stepped closer to you. "She misses her daddy." You could feel his eyes bore holes into you. "Even if she doesn't talk about it." He stopped close enough to touch you but still far enough not to scare you.

"She does," Jotaro responded. "But we shouldn't split up over this Y/N I told you whenever I got the job, that I won't be here as often. I'll try to respond when I can or if I have time off. What about that can't you understand?" Jotaro's voice rose with each word, becoming louder until you were sure the neighbors would hear what he was saying. You bit your lip and averted your eyes from his gaze. The truth was, you hated when he used this argument against you. It made everything hurt. Made everything worse.

"Do NOT try to pin this on ME!" you clapped back, seeing Jotaro startled, which is rare. "Of course I understand! I'm not stupid, JoJo! If it wasn't for your goddamn job, we wouldn't be having this discussion! Talking to me as if I have no damn sense, I supported you when you were pursuing your degree!" finally turning to look him in his ocean eyes. "Can't you see our marriage is falling apart?!" Your voice broke at the end. "I make sure to text you every morning, leave a voicemail every time you don't pick up the fucking phone, even LETTERS! It makes me believe something happened to you!" you continued.

"That's because I'm WORKING! I can't be on or even near my phone every second of the hour to respond to you. What's wrong with you, woman?!" Jotaro shook his head. "You have to understand that I'm stressed out too, you know? Not only with work but make sure to at least keep in touch with you every time I have the chance to!" he shot back. You pushed him out of your way, angrily stomping out of your shared bedroom into the hallway. Jotaro followed behind you as if his life depended on it and you heard him call you an idiot. You ignored him. You kept heading towards the living room.

Jotaro came to a halt when he saw packed luggage on the ground. "What the fuck is this?" he asked.

"I'm serious, Jotaro. This isn't going to work out no more," you replied without looking at him. He grabbed you by your arm and spun you around to face him. You tried to yank your arm out of his grasp but failed, you were nowhere near his level of strength. The sharp pain of being pinned against the wall. "Let go of me-" "You got some damn nerve!" Jotaro roared out in your face, quickly shutting you up. "Y/N, we are NOT getting this divorce! We've had our ups and downs, I admit that. But we always work it out one way or another, you're NOT leaving me for another guy who you think that's ten times better than me!" "Ten times better?" you echoed incredulously. Jotaro looked like he was getting ready to explode, the veins in his forehead bulging dangerously, and his lips turned downward into a frown. "I never said I was cheating on you, I wouldn't do that! Just because we don't have sex as much anymore, doesn't mean I would cheat!" you screamed.

Nothing but back and forth. It was for certain that your neighbors could hear you two bickering and the police were called. If only you two could see the green-eyed little girl peaking through her slightly cracked door watching and clutching onto the dolphin plushie her dear father gifted on her birthday. The sad expression on Jolyne's face watching her parents argue. She knew it was bad news. It was very alarming news. Sickening. Disgusting. Horrifying. Jolyne was scared and confused. She knew her parents loved each other deeply. How could they fight like this?

"You ain't leaving. That's final." Jotaro stared into your dark brown-colored eyes before letting your arms go, watching you slowly slip to the ground as you slightly sobbed in your hands. He stood there before kneeling to your level, gently wrapping his arms around you, embracing you in a hug. "I'm sorry, dear," Jotaro said quietly. "I know it feels like I'm abandoning you, but please believe me when I say we will work this out, together." You nodded, sniffling and leaning further into his hold. You closed your eyes and gave into his embrace.

You can't help but be disillusioned.

[failedaethercore]

The Missing Messenger

Inspired by @wolfofcelestia's amazing work found here.

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This (my fourth fic ever lol) was written in a fever state to get it out of my system since this had been consuming me all day today while I did my adulting. Please be kind, I know there are likely a lot of mistakes, But I am trying my best to learn and grow as a writer while writing all these fics.

Also I know I wrote something similar in my last fic, but I think I've ironed it out better this time. So bear with me while I work towards a new theme haha

Rafayel x fem!MC/reader, Xavier, Zayne, confessions, fluffy stuff at the end I swear ;;

Please be warned, this is a dark work and is not a good idea to read if you are easily triggered.

CW: torture, depression, allusions to rape, blood, guns, death, please let me know if I need to add any more (can't think of what else, I swear I'm not here to hurt any of you lovely people)

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Rafayel was laying on his sofa, one arm artfully draped over his eyes as he sighed in defeat. His latest piece was causing him so much trouble, which made him feel like just giving up and moving on to something else. But he was too far along to call it quits just yet, he wanted to see it finished.

So when his phone hummed quietly near his hand, he let out another dramatic groan and picked it up, praying it wasn't Thomas bothering him to find out when the painting would be done. It was just a text. From you.

Y/n: Hey, I saw there's a new cafe down near the plaza, you wanna go when we both have some time? Apparently they have rose flavored milk tea and really good snacks. I really wanna try it!

Rafayel smirked and sent a quick series of replies.

Rafayel: That might be a little difficult, I'm in the middle of my magnum opus and cannot be torn away! Even if it caught fire, I can never leave my studio until my vision reaches fruition!

Rafayel: But maybe you can bring me some when you come visit...perhaps...this afternoon?

He could sense you rolling your eyes as he sees the word “read” next to his texts. He lets himself full on grin, hoping you'll agree.

Y/n: I do have today off...but wouldn't you like a break? You've been cooped up all week, I thought.

Rafayel: Don't you understand y/n? I must see this through! ...But I could use a little break, if you're willing to drop everything right now and bring me an iced latte with soy milk and plenty of brown sugar boba.

Y/n: And a slice of cheesecake?

Rafayel: You know me so well, it's almost like we're friends.

Y/n: Or enemies.

He chuckles to himself, texting you always managed to brighten his foulest moods, despite the aching in his chest when his thoughts lingered too long on how you were unlikely to ever want to be more than that...just friends.

He sighed and waited for a moment, staring at the screen to see if you were going to say anything else. When it had been long enough, he figured you were getting ready to come over, and he slumped back onto the sofa once more, leaving his phone on his chest as he stared up at the blue coming through the skylights in the ceiling.

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He didn't think it would take this long to get ready, but he was patient. He may whine and complain and give you the hardest time for making him wait...but he had already waiting so long for you, what is one more hour? Or two...o-or three...

His phone vibrated again, alerting him of a text messsage. He stopped his idle paint mixing, having wanted something to do while he waited for you, and looked down at his phone set beside him.

Y/n: I love you, Rafayel

His chest suddenly felt full and warm, he could feel his heart beginning to beat quickly, and he swore he could feel his ears redden in the delight that phrase had brought him. He reread it several times, pinched himself, even slapped his face with his free hand, just to make sure he hadn't fallen asleep while waiting for you.

He quickly typed a reply once he had confirmed he wasn't dreaming.

Rafayel: Well it's about time! Thought I would have to be the first one to admit it, at this rate...

But the message wasn't read right away. Maybe you were walking over from the cafe now? And you just wanted to confess before your visit. He had no idea why you were being so honest with yourself (and him), but he was so happy he couldn't care about that right now.

He hums happily for a while, waiting even more impatiently for you to arrive. But now it's been an hour. Then two. He checks his phone. Neither of you had ever agreed on a time to meet, but he didn't think you'd make him wait so long...

Rafayel: Y/n? Are you coming? Are you okay?

His joy started to melt into chilling fear, dripping down his spine as he realizes that his confession was left unread, after all this time. That's when the panic sets in fully. Something is wrong.

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Rafayel is in his trendy sports car before he can even think about what he's doing. Acting on pure instinct alone, he's already across the bridge and meeting the afternoon traffic that Linkon City is known for on a normal Thursday. For a moment he ponders if he should break the law, eyes darting hastily around the intersection before he floors it through a red light, not even bothering to slow down. He was a madman behind the wheel already, notorious for making you white knuckle the armrest whenever you rode with him. But now he was terrified, and determined.

He regains his senses while swerving to avoid a line of slowed cars, and quickly presses a few buttons on the car's touch screen, attempting to call you. Maybe your phone had just died. Please let him be a silly fool who worries over nothing. It rang for a while, before rolling over to voicemail, your standard message of “Hey, this is y/n, sorry I missed your call, leave me a message after the beep! Beep! No, not that one” followed be a giggle and then another beep. “Y/n please be okay, you've been quiet for a while, just starting to worry about my bodyguard here...I'm heading over to see if maybe you just fell asleep, since it's your day off! You better answer your door!”

Before he forgot, he decided to make one more call, pressing another button and starting a call with Thomas.

Thomas sounds elated to hear from Rafayel, thinking he had finally finished the painting and that Thomas could set up a new exhibition around it and the other dozen paintings Rafayel had finished earlier.

“Rafayel! It's about time, do you kno-” Before Thomas can begin nagging Rafayel about making him wait so long for just one painting, Rafayel cuts him off. “Something's wrong with y/n! She won't pick up her phone and I need you to track her down somehow. She's usually not this quiet, you have to help me Thomas!” The man was taken aback, his feet falling off his desk that he had leaned up there confidently at the beginning of the call. He sat upright and had no idea how to respond for a moment, Rafayel never begged for anything. Ever. At least not to him, anyways.

Rafayel waited for Thomas to reply, then shouted at the man. “Thomas! Go find Y/n! I need to know she's okay!” Thomas broke his silence with a stuttered “Y-yeah sure!” before hanging up quickly to make some calls of his own.

Rafayel pressed the gas pedal to the floor, as he sped down the road to come to a screeching halt in front of your apartment complex. He jumped out, not even bothering to make sure the engine was off, but just managing to remember to put the damned thing into park.

He bolted up the stairs, taking each step three at a time, as his long legs screamed at him from the sudden exertion on his usually lazy muscles. He knew your apartment number by heart, knowing exactly where you slept every night, just to occasionally check in and make sure you got home from a hunt okay. Even if he never knocked on the door, he looked up at the window in your apartment until the light came on, and he could see you open the window to let in some fresh air.

He knocked hard on the door, urgency spurring his continued knocks on as he waited impatiently. “Y/n! Hey! You home?!” There was no evidence of tampering that he could detect, the door looked like it always did, so when he had to break it down to get in, he felt a little guilty. Nevermind, he could easily replace it with a better one and the building's manager would be fine with it. He was praying you were just half asleep on your bed and would just scold him for freaking out over nothing.

When he found your apartment empty, not a soul in the place, while the windows were left wide open...his heart, already halfway down to his stomach, finishes it descent into his gut, while tears threaten his eyes. No...this can't be real. He's dreaming, all of this is a lie. He pinches himself again, and again, trying to bring himself out of this nightmare.

When he decides that he is truly not dreaming, he tries to call your phone again, only to hear your phone ringing under the sofa. The song you set as his ringtone would have probably made him chuckle and tease you if this wasn't such a terrifying scenario.

He picks it up from the floor, and looks at it. A photo of him smiling with you while you both pose in front of the camera glows before his eyes. That's when it all starts to blur a little, as tears begin to truly tug at the edges of his sight. He couldn't hold them back anymore, and let out a shout of your name, unable to contain his emotions because he had just found you again.

Moments later, a silver-haired man came barging into the apartment from the balcony, obviously drawn by the commotion from below. When Rafayel saw him, he was immediately on guard, drawing a dagger from behind his back, summoned from a plume of flame in his hand.

The man looked around quickly before drawing his own weapon, a sword borne of light held aloft and pointed at Rafayel. “Where is y/n. What are you doing in her apartment?” Rafayel stares down the weapon with indifference, not even registering the question before he lunges forward, another dagger being summoned to his empty hand as the sound of metal hitting metal fills the space.

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The fight only lasted a few minutes, but both men were so fast, and so evenly matched, they both fell to the floor quickly, panting, covered in cuts and bruises. At some point Rafayel had punched the man in the face, and at another point the man had gotten a good slice into the front of Rafayel's expensive shirt.

While both of them caught their breaths, the man asked another question. “Where is y/n...and who are you?” He had never met a match in battle, and was honestly a little stunned.

“Well who the hell are you? How do you know her name and where she lives?!”

The man slumps his back against the wall near the television, running his hand through his starlit hair. “Xavier...I'm her upstairs neighbor, and her Hunter partner.” Rafayel lets out a sigh and withers at the fact.

“I'm...Rafayel...she's my bodyguard. Did you hear anything in here earlier?” He is immediately brought back to the entire reason he was even here. “Y/n left her phone, she never leaves without it.” Xavier stares as Rafayel holds up your phone, the tiny charm hanging off it indicating it was definitely yours. He had no idea who gave you the tiny red fish charm, but he had always secretly been a little jealous.

“Then...the noises earlier...” Xavier stares down at the floor. “I thought y/n was exercising for some reason, even though it was her day off...I heard some shuffling noises...but I didn't think anything of it because I couldn't sense any Wanderers.” Rafayel's eyes narrow with every word, until his glare can be felt like a radiating heat from the depths of hell. He would bore a hole right through Xavier's head if he could.

Xavier sheepishly looked away, his quiet and sleepy demeanor made meek in that moment as guilt struck him like lightning. “I didn't realize. ...We need to find her.”

Before both men departed your apartment, Rafayel making a call to get your apartment door repaired, Xavier promising to contact your old friend Zayne who works at the nearby hospital, they agreed to exchange numbers and keep in touch. Their expressions grim as they went their separate ways.

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Rafayel's soul had now been shredded, drowned, disintegrated, and finally blown away like sands in the storm. This happened nearly on the daily for him, as every moment of you being missing driving him further into madness.

It had been weeks so far.

Where were you?

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You had been texting with Rafayel when you had nodded off, meaning to get up and get ready to go get tea and snacks to bring to his studio and spend time with him. You were excited, but work had been draining your energy of late, so you let yourself nod off for a bit. Rafayel could wait, plus you enjoyed his bratty pout when you made him wait a little bit.

You awoke to the shufflling sound of something opening your window from the balcony. Or rather...someone. You realized how late it was in the same moment you realized what was going on. Men in neutral and dark clothes, face coverings, and holding rope and other supplies silently entered your apartment, thinking you were still asleep.

You quickly sent a text, knowing there was no saving you now. You could beat them up, you could take out maybe three of them in your current condition. Your energy still low from that last mission. “I love you, Rafayel” the last thing you send, as you don't know if you're going to come back from this as more figures climb into the room, you can hear their boots quietly touching onto the floor.

You jumped up from your position on the couch and ran to secure your concealed weapon you kept in the kitchen. A firearm for in case a Wanderer got too close to the apartment complex, or something like this happening. Unfortunately for you, one of them had a taser gun, and shot you in the back, taking you down before you can even reach under the counter for the weapon strapped there.

You can't make out much as your senses are blacking out from the pain. But you make out a low chuckle from one of the figures, a man with piercing eyes glowers down at you as he puts his boot on your head and grinds it into the floor a little. “...You're going to regret going for that.”

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It had been what felt like an eternity. Your figure was chained to the floor, the shackles on your wrists and ankles constantly chafing and making your joints ache from their weight. You were losing your muscles from all the lack of exercise, but that didn't mean you didn't still suffer the brutality of your captors.

Every single day, at some point during the day, the door to the pitch black cell would open, light would pour in, and then it would begin.

The first time, you had let yourself feel a glimmer of hope. Rafayel? Had he found you? But no...it was the man with the piercing eyes, everyone wearing masks still despite clearly being in a safe location. They could never be too cautious, it seemed. “You're going to tell us everything you know about Lemurians and where we can find them.”

Your face went a little slack. You knew very little about them, and only knew maybe...two? Three? One of them...you would never reveal their identity to these monsters. You had just arrived at this point, but the shackles were already hurting you, and the taser to your back still stung and caused your nerves to shiver with what you hoped didn't look like fear.

“Don't worry, you don't have to answer right away. Let's have some fun with this first...” At first your face distorts into disgust, until the man pulls out a blade and you see the cloth mask over his face wrinkle in a way that could only mean he was smiling maliciously. His eyes glint with joy at the prospect of hurting you.

But you never broke. Not once. You swore to yourself that death would be better than letting them know about Rafayel. After everything he had confided in you, after everything he had given to you, you would guard it with your dying breath before this scum found a drop of information. So you didn't struggle, you didn't fight, you let the torture continue for forever, as the outside world spun on without you. You wouldn't let others suffer because of your weakness, your failings.

You blamed yourself for being too lax, being too comfortable in your life, when you knew danger was a constant part of your everyday life. Your vigilance had slipped for a moment, and you were the reason you were in this situation now.

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Once Zayne had been made aware of the situation, he had stopped working for a few days, searching in his own way to find you. The days turned into weeks, before he had to return to his work, guilt riding him on both fronts as he didn't want to give up the search, but he couldn't leave his patients to die.

Xavier had assured him he would be notified as soon as you were located, and Zayne tried his best to take comfort in that, at least. Rafayel was being driven mad, to the point of having barely slept and not eaten for far too long.

He was delirious, laying on the floor of his torn apart studio, as it was too many reminders of you, in some ways. His heart was gone, he felt numb all over, and his mind swam as he stared up at the darkening sky in the ceiling. He had searched through his underworld connections, but couldn't pry anything from anyone. No one knew a thing about it, apparently. But he knew you didn't just vanish into thin air.

So when all felt lost, he decided to try his last resort. You had his heart beating in your chest. From lives lived long ago, you have been reborn with that same heart time and time again. You were breathing because he gave you his everything the first time you had met. And now he had to pull it to him. He struggled for a while to try and tune into whatever frequency it was, he was rusty and hadn't really done anything like this in what felt like centuries.

So when he finally knew he had it, he could sense other Lemurians in Linkon City, he could sense the vast ocean and the creatures that reside there...he could even faintly sense others further still, but not you.

You were a blank space. An empty void stood where your usual place in the universe hung. He didn't realize he had stopped breathing until his lungs screamed for air. He sat up suddenly and gasped, choking on the air briefly before he coughed and started to sob into his hands.

You were gone. Not a trace. Nothing.

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You were bloody and covered in scarring wounds, broken bones and twisted muscles. Today had been burns on your bare flesh, followed by mild drowning in sea water. But they lost interest, saying you probably liked it, since clearly you liked fish and all that.

You were struggling to breathe through your broken ribs, but you tried to keep steady, breathing through your nose slowly as you kept a stoic expression on your bruised and puffy face. Every day had been something new, something awful. But the taste of the deep salt water had hardened your resolve. You didn't know why Rafayel couldn't find you, but you would escape. You would find him and he would keep you safe again. You had to believe that, despite the fear that this was actually some elaborate play to make you loyal or something.

You were given too much time in the darkness by yourself. Your mind would race to horrible scenarios at the drop of a hat already, but now you had concocted a horrible fantasy where Rafayel had been the mastermind behind all of this, and that you were being tested to be sure you were loyal to him no matter what. But that made you more fearful that whoever Rafayel was running from must be even worse than this.

So you steeled yourself every day, when the shuffling of feet could be heard outside your door, you would sit up and just stoically stare at a spot in your vision that did not exist. Grounding your mind in what you had to tell yourself to survive this.

He was looking for you. He would come. As soon as you could make your move, he would find you. Somehow. If he was truly behind this, then Xavier and Zayne would find you. You had been gone far too long for you to not be missed. This was your courage. And you would be doubly damned by the Gods if you let yourself fail now.

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The day finally came. They had become less vigilant, as you had never once made an effort to break free, and the fire had quickly died in your eyes. They were almost ready to just let you go, figuring you didn't know anything. The only things they could ever extract from you were screams and grunts of agony. You had even overheard them talking amongst themselves several times, talking about their personal lives as if it was another day at an office job.

So when you were ready, you had snuck a small thin object, you think it was a broken paperclip, to pick the locks on your shackles. You made quick work in the inky darkness that surrounded you, but left the shackles on, to lure them into your plan.

The shuffling sounds came up again, and you were ready. You waited for them to casually open the door, like they had been doing so recently, as you let your eyes adjust to the change in light. They were chatting as if it were just a Tuesday, while you let yourself sprint to the door, pushing through the armed guards. They had forgotten you were a trained Hunter, apparently. Because you managed to pull one of their guns and shoot the other point blank.

The one whose weapon you had confiscated had fallen to the ground and to be sure he wouldn't follow, you shot him in the leg. You made a run for the stairs, apparently you were deep underground. It explained the lack of windows and fresh air in the cell.

The stairs were narrow, so it made it difficult as more and more guards began to pour down to apprehend you, and you could only climb over so many grasping bodies as they struggled to hold you while their injuries otherwise incapacitated them. Before long you were forced to throw the empty gun aside and take things head-on. You punched and bit and kicked your way as far as you could, every ounce of your being put into surviving and escaping. But before long you were dragged down and pinned to the stairs, a boot holding you firmly in place by the center of your back.

The man with the piercing eyes chuckled darkly. “I see you have more fight in you than we had thought...I like that.” He pulled your head up by your hair, at least what was left of it, and forced you to look at his other boot. “Lick it, peasant.”

You blacked out from exhaustion before you could do anything, and he tsked angrily. “Fucking bitch...she shot so many of these idiots. Now I have to clean this up.” He turned to those of his men who were still standing or able to stand, and began barking orders. “Carry out the wounded, shoot those who won't make it, and put her back in the cell. This time...I won't let her keep this worthless hope she keeps clinging to. I will take her tonight, and break her.”

✧𖤐✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧𖤐 ✩

It had been months now, and Rafayel was wallowing in the abyss of life without you again. But this time was different. You had been ripped from him and he couldn't even find your body to bury. Every day he prayed you were alive, but then cursed himself for it, knowing if you were, you were most likely suffering.

The day had come, and he was burying his face in a hoodie you had accidentally left in his studio one time, sobbing uncontrollably as his phone kept ringing in the background. He ignored it, Thomas' frantic motions against the drowning undercurrent of Rafayel's soul would never be enough to save either of them.

So when he felt your presence, he bolted upright, tears staining his otherwise beautiful but now gaunt face, and he stared in the direction of where he felt you. He had checked there. Many times, in fact. He had suspected you were in the N109 zone, but how you had eluded him for so long, he had no clue. But now you were somewhere he could find you. And he would be damned by the ocean once more if he let this chance slip by.

His flashy sports car was in need of a wash, and so was he, but he hopped in, before speeding off to reach your location all the faster, once again a demon behind the wheel.

But no sooner had he gotten oriented enough to know which road to take, you vanished again. But he suspected you were in that general vicinity, and wasted no time to get to his usual spot where he could enter the zone without interference.

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You were reshackled and struggling to breathe as the man with the piercing eyes was holding you by your throat so that you were partly suspended in the air. Your eyes were squeezed shut. Your escape attempt had failed, and now you knew the final thing that could be taken from you, aside from your life, would be ripped from your body forever.

Tears sprang to life in the corners of your eyes as you imagined Rafayel finding your body after all of this, somehow, and how it would break him. You couldn't give in, but despair was gripping your heart harder than the man currently holding your neck.

“I'm going to break you in so my men can each have a turn. After your little stunt, a lot of them need some comfort and closure from what you did.” Your eyes shot open, and you glared up at him with all the defiance you could muster. And it was greater than the will of the Gods themselves, as the man actually stilled for a moment in shock.

His composure resumed quickly, and he took off his mask to reveal a sinister, toothy grin on what might have once upon a time been a handsome face. There were scars and an obviously previously broken nose, but seeing the rest of his face only steeled your resolve. If he wanted to break you, you would put up the fight of your life.

So when the door opened slowly, the faintly brighter light from outside peeking in to drape across a shadowy figure, he snapped up to yell at whoever it was. “Don't you know I'm busy in here?! Wait your turn, ya filthy fucker!” He dropped you to go push the figure outside and shut the door, but before he could reach a hand out to touch the shadow before you both, his hand was sliced off in a blur.

He paused, taking a moment to process what had happened in a fraction of a second. Then he screamed. That's when the shadow stepped into the light filling the cell, and your eyes adjusted enough to see him.

It was Rafayel, covered in soot and blood, a dagger held in his delicate hand as he stared down the man shouting about his hand that was now laying on the floor, blood draining down to the center of the cell, where a drainage grate resided underneath you. Your eyes welled with tears as you stared in shock. He had found you.

Finally. He was here.

His eyes snapped to you, the look of murderous intent softening before he looked over your frail figure. Clearly they were starving you slowly, and all the scarring and blood, filth, everything that they had done to you, rushed into his mind before he snapped back to the man who had finally regained his senses enough to pull out a dagger.

Rafayel slit his throat and turned him to ash before he could so much as aim the thing. The dagger fell to the ground with a clatter, as well as any other metallic accents to his clothes. You gasped as Rafayel's eyes nearly glowed with hate. He would never forgive anyone who so much as glanced upon you in this state. But when he was done, he swiftly softened, his hands finding the shackles and unlocking them in one smooth motion before you register what's going on.

You manage a hoarse, quiet whisper of his name. “Rafayel...” He softly shushes you and picks you up gently, holding you close against his chest as your thin frame drapes across his arms. “You're okay...I've got you, y/n.” You smile, for the first time in a millennia. It hurts so much to smile, and the tears sting your wounds, but you can't stop it. And before long, you're blacking out as Rafayel ascends the stairs slowly, being sure not to jostle you while he tries to still his heart.

It ached so much to see you in this state, but it brought him so much exuberant joy to see you at least still alive. You drew breath, and that meant he could hold your warm hand again, and slowly help you regain your footing after this harrowing experience.

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He took you to your friend Zayne, since he was a doctor, before anyone else. Xavier was soon notified, and before long you were in your own VIP hospital room. Rafayel never left, even when you were being stripped naked and washed down carefully, and even Zayne had to look away with a blush. Rafayel kept watch, and nearly hissed at a nurse who tried to shoo him out of the ICU room.

Zayne had asked all the staff attending to you to be very careful, and even warned them that Rafayel might not cooperate if asked to leave the room. He had acquiesced to the fact that the purple haired man was going nowhere. Which he secretly couldn't blame him. He remembers the night you were admitted.

When you had been carried into the hospital by Rafayel, Zayne stood still in his tracks when he glanced up to find you looking half dead in his arms. Zayne shouted orders louder and faster than ever, and before long Rafayel was following a gurney into an operating room, despite many personnel pushing against him. He was firm, and unrelenting, so Zayne sighed and made him clean up and put on scrubs to stay sterile.

Rafayel silently watched over the surgery, his eyes looked like he was making a prayer to the last God or Goddess still listening, and asking for the only wish he would ever ask again.

That was a week ago.

You were looked after, and whenever he could, Rafayel held your hand. His sharp eyes kept staring into your soul, praying, willing you to wake once more. He kept his focus on you, unless a nurse came in with a new IV bag, a new drug, then he became vigilant to ensure it was safe. Zayne had given up on assuring him that he would never do you harm, because Rafayel nearly interrogated every nurse that came into the room, even to check your temperature.

But he finally relented to his situation, when he demanded Xavier keep watch while he passed out in the chair next to you, hand still holding yours. Zayne also stood vigil whenever he could spare the time, and a rotating shift of sorts came into being while you were unconscious.

A nurse had taken pity on your hair, as it had been pulled out in places, and shorn in others to shame you. She had done her best to wash it and trim it so that it would look better than it had been (she made sure to do it while Zayne was taking a shift, so she wouldn't have to fight a certain someone over it). Another nurse would bring food for whoever was on shift, though it was usually barely touched. Rafayel especially couldn't bring himself to eat, except when he collapsed once or twice, and Zayne pointed out how guilty you would feel knowing he was starving himself to death.

So after a great deal of staring down from Zayne and Xavier collectively, Rafayel conceded and ate some food. But he never left the room, even then. He thought the food was disgusting, and could barely swallow. But he willed himself to do it, for your sake.

Another week passed, and you were finally making stirrings. Your hand flexed a little in Rafayel's grip, and he sat straight up in that same moment, light returning to his dulled eyes, the numb restless sleep escaping from his form. You stirred, making a groan as the morphine had worn off. “Nnnnh...” Rafayel had to resist tightening his grip on your hand, as your poor fingers had been broken when punching a guard in the dick. If he had known that fact, he would be so proud of you, broken fingers and all.

He hit the nurse call button immediately, and started to shush you as you struggled slightly. “Shhh...y/n, you're safe. You're at the hospital. It's me, Rafayel...I promise...you're okay now...” You heard his voice over the high pitched tinnitus piercing your senses, and you sighed, settling back into the bed as you could barely move anyways. You tried to turn your head to look at him, but your muscles ached even doing that. “It's okay, I'm right here.” He squeezed your palm gently to let you know it was true. “I'm not going anywhere, okay?”

Zayne was notified upon Rafayel's press of the nurse call button, and came rushing in within a few minutes, despite being on the other side of the hospital. He was panting as Rafayel was talking softly to you, as your eyes began to close again. “Did she wake up? Did she say anything?” Rafayel nods then shakes his head, as he strokes your cheek through the bandages, as you fall back into your slumber, this time your muscles relax and you let yourself drift into a dream, instead of the never ending nightmares from before.

It took another two days before you woke up again, but this time you were more coherent, and you managed to sit up with the assistance of the adjustable bed. You stared at Rafayel for a long time before a whisper managed to escape your lips. “...you found me...” Rafayel almost didn't hear you, but he gave you the saddest smile upon realizing your words. “I did...I'm sorry it took me so long...” You tried to shake your head, but it was too much, so you just whispered. “No...you made it just in time...thank you...”

Your voice was hoarse and weak, but your once tight and guarded heart now relaxed and relished in the affection as Rafayel still held your hand, and gently brushed the hair out of your face, or caressed your cheek to comfort you, and many other tiny gestures that melted your heart as he whispered soft words to you. “You're going to be okay, y/n...Zayne is here, and Xavier will be in soon too...everyone missed you so much...” He looks down at his hand holding yours for a moment before he lets out a soft whisper you almost don't hear. “...especially me...”

You give another smile, although it hurts, it is genuine and happy. Hearing that somehow gives you confidence that you were right to trust him. He would never have done this to you, he would have never put you through hell like this just as some sick test. He clearly cared about you, how could you ever have thought those horrible things?

The nurse call button was pressed once more, and soon Zayne came rushing in, while Rafayel was texting Xavier with one hand to do his due diligence and let his new...I guess he'd call him a friend? Know what was going on. Zayne began to check on your wounds, checking every inch of you that he could to make sure you were mending.

“You seem to be doing better, y/n. Do you think you can manage some water?” A tiny nod from you prompts him to step out to hail a nurse, but there's already a crowd of them outside the door, and he sends one to get water for you. You glance at Rafayel as he just smiles warmly at you, his haunted face being pulled into a new expression for the first time in months. “...I want rose milk tea...” You let yourself smirk cheekily as Rafayel gives your hand a quick squeeze. “Soon, y/n...just wait until you can manage something more than water first, okay?” You nod a little and then turn your head slightly when a nurse brings in a pitcher of water, a glass, and a straw on a tray.

You have your first sip of water for the first time in what feels like forever, and you feel refreshed once more in that moment. The cool water slides down your throat and then sinks into your empty stomach, where it suddenly growls loudly in response. “O-oh...” Rafayel chuckles a little, and Zayne clears his throat. “You'll be able to eat solid foods soon, y/n. Just please be patient until we can take care of the bigger problems first.” You nod, and take another sip. You try to take a long, greedy sip, but Rafayel pulls the straw away.

“You're going to choke if you drink too fast...” He chides gently as you pout at him a little. But you understand, as you almost choke on the water you managed to get into your mouth.

Xavier comes in, panting, as he had to push past the mass of nursing staff and hospital personnel outside the door, and leans on the foot of the bed staring at you, mouth agape. “Y/n...you're awake!” You give him a small smile and nod. Your voice is still weak and rough, but you manage a teasing “...and still kicking.”

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It had been a month since your first day awake, and you had been released from the hospital to your apartment yesterday. You had to hobble around with a cane, as you still suffered from muscular atrophy, and some serious fractures. Bone mending had come a long way since the need for casts or months of recover, but you still had to be careful while you puttered around your apartment, already bored out of your mind.

You got to catch up on some shows yesterday, but that started to bore you, and some of the darker elements brought you flashing back to your time in that cell again. So you'd turn off the tv and stare at the black screen's reflection of you, still thin, weak, and pale. The scars would fade with time, but you also figured it might make you look tougher to other Hunters, so you were almost proud of them.

Your phone buzzed against your thigh, as you looked down. It was Rafayel texting you.

Rafayel: Are you home?

Y/n: Yeah...I'm under house arrest for the foreseeable future...

Rafayel: Good. I'm outside, I can see your light on. Can you meet me at the door?

Y/n: Just wait, I can come unlock it

Before you have a chance to grab your cane, there comes a gentle knock at the door. You grin a little as you slowly make your way to the door, where Rafayel stands behind a large bouquet of...yellow dandelions? How did he know they were your favorite? And don't most people regard them as an annoying weed? You let out a gasp at the display before you. He was wearing his best suit, and had something behind his back, as he beamed a beautiful smile at you.

He had been with you at the hospital the entire time, but he had been eating more, resting more, and spoke more and more like himself once again. So you had watched him come back from the brink of an abyssal spiral into depression he might not have survived, while he watched you come back from the brink of death.

He handed the bouquet to you before gently guiding you back into your apartment. “Come on...I have a treat for you, y/n. I promise you'll love it...” Before you can say anything, he shuts the door behind him and goes to set a large bag of takeout on your small dining table. You let out a weak laugh, as it still aches to strain your ribs too much. But you smile at him as he sets out all the containers on the surface, going to grab some plates and utensils, as you slowly make your way to the chair nearest you.

“Rafayel, you didn't have to do all this...aren't you tired? You barely slept yesterday...”

Rafayel shakes his head adamantly, like a spoiled child being told they had to do something they didn't want to do. “I had to, y/n. If it's for you, nothing is too much...” You blush at his statement, having been reminded recently of the last text you had sent Rafayel before you were sure you were going to be killed.

“O-oh...by the way...Rafayel...y-you can disregard that text from before...y-y'know...that one...”

He stops what he's doing and strides over to you in two long steps. His eyes are piercing through your soul and deep into your heart, exposing every facet of you in a far more embarrassing way than simply baring your naked skin to him. He takes your free hand in both of his and gives your aching knuckles the softest of kisses. “I will never forget that text...” He whispers a breath over your knuckles. You blush more and try to pull it away reflexively. “A-ah...i-it's okay...” He shakes his head and holds your hand against his chest now. “No, y/n. It's not okay...I didn't find you before everything happened to you...” He takes a hand away from yours to gently stroke along your jaw and then run his thumb across your cheek.

“I love you, too, y/n.”

✧𖤐✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧𖤐 ✩

a/n: this kept me up all last night writing an outline on my phone, so if I didn't finish this I would be upset with myself haha

If you have any requests, please feel free to send an ask, I would love to hear them!

[hazashiovo]

will there be part 3 🥹🥹 https://at.tumblr.com/hazashiovo/imagine-beeing-aemonds-enemy-yet-his-biggest/nafm7hxwzf5j

It took me a while to think of something to write so I apologize. I also have to warn you I never read the book or any of ASOIAF so I will invent my own plot. Also blood and cheese doesn't happen here.

Thank you for reminding me and due to a few requests, I'm introducing you part 3 of the series!

Aemond Targaryen X reader!

imagine being Aemond's enemy yet his biggest obsession part 3!

Ps: english isn't my first language🧜‍♀️

You left.

You left Aemond in the middle of the night not allowing the white haired prince to do anything about it.

He was a fool for thinking he was able to take you, break you.How did he not see that?

God, he was furious. He made a vow to catch you, and never let you go again , right through his fingers.

-

You escaped.beeing trapped in there, made you feel like your mind would go bad, but now you're free, and soon you'll be home with your mother.

You thought about what you would say to your mother and father.would you mention how you fucked the prince your brother left without and eye?

Thoughts were clouding your mind, replaying the night of your escape. A dirty feeling all over your body, but it didn't bother you,strangely.

Your mother's daughter as one would say.

Your dragon was rested, and even fed. Ready to take you home.

A day and half took you to get to dragon stone.

You were exhausted, hungry, and tired. Physically and mentally.

The moment you landed you felt light headed.

You managed to find the war room. Opening the doors,all the eyes on you.

You didn't catch your mother's teary eyes, only her hold on you. You didn't hear your fathers curses towards the greens, only felt him holding you up, not letting you fall.

Than it all went blank.

-

Aemond was scolded. A lot.

He was tired of hearing his mother yell at him for what felt like hours.

The boy could only imagine how his older brother would snicker behind his back, knowing that at the time, he wasn't the source of his mother's rage, but his young perfect brother.

At one point he was allowed to return to his duties, yet,his mother remained angry.

He got news, you managed to return to dragon stone.

His jaw clenched in anger as he crumbled the paper your whereabouts were written.

You fooled him, and he will not let it slide.

Rhaenyra's hand caressed your face as your father was pacing around the room, angry from the sound of his stomping.

Slowly,your eyes open. They twitch as light greets them.

Your mother was first to notice you were awake.

-My love!-

The queen hugs you.

Once she let's go, Your father at your side.

-my sweet, sweet girl..-

his hands carres your head as he holds you tight in his arms.

-Mother... Father, I missed you.-

Your voice managed to break the silence.

The way they're looking at you, gods it makes you feel guilty.

-Luke,he arrived, didn't he?-

You try to get up from the bed, worry filling your whole body.

-Yes, don't get up. Your whole body is full of bruises. I'll kill them, those fuckin cunts that play pretend with the kingdom.-

Daemons now angry voice raises.

At the castle, you didn't even bother checking for your wounds. It was true. One look at your arm convinced you. It was blue and purple in many places.

Daemon was pissed. So was Rhaenyra.

You talked with you parents a bit after leaving to rest, and from what you heard Luke was alright.

You did good protecting your little brother,a smile crept on you face.

/next day/

Getting up from the bed, you were meet with a servant ready to prepare you for breakfast. You gotta admit, you were pretty hungry.

Once at the table you sat down.

The morning went great, but a thought kept. Creeping your mind.

-I want to learn to fight.-

Your voice broke the silence in the dining hall.

A snicker was heard from your father's side.

-what?-

Rhaenyra rose her head from her plate.

-last time, I lost because I wasn't good enough. I want to be prepared this time.-

The confidence was clear and loud in you and your voice.

It looks like you let your mother wordless, so your father decided to answer for her.

-You're right. You'll start as soon as your body is fully healed.-

He returned to his food.

Your mother still quiet.

-I'll be fine, mother, I promise-

You reached your hand over to her, reassuring the woman.

/6 Months later/

Swords clashed, mud on your shoes and pants. Sweat dripping from your forehead and adrenaline pumping in your veins.

-Just give up daughter, I got you.-

Daemon's teasing manner annoyed you further.

You landed a hit on his leg and quickly spun behind him. Unfortunately you didn't manage to finish h of as his sword found your neck.

You roll your eyes and groan in frustration.

Gods does he love annoying and teasing you.

-you won,Kepa-

You drop your sword on the ground.

The greens and the blacks were now fighting for Harenhall, and you were going to be there with your father, on the battlefield. It's your duty as a heir to be a brave and strong queen once your mother is gone.

News of the rival army , you heard your father and mother planning a strategy.

Of course , your mother would never let you leave.but Your father? He knows.

At night fall, a part of the army left to retrieve Harenhall.

You being in there.

It was quick, your army was good, so it didn't take long before half or more of them were no more. Especially with Daemon, the rogue prince as a leader.

Your job was to take a part from the men and make your way inside.

Finishing up pretty quick, you found the main hall.

You plunged your sword in one of the guard's chest. You took the sword away from his body and cleaned it from the remaining blood on its metal.

-So we meet again, Bastard whore.-

The voice rang trough your ears. He slowly walked away from the pillar he was before.

-Uncle.-

You clutched your sword tightly, keeping it close to your body.

Aemond was unimpressed,spiteful and he felt rage, rage that you played and escaped him that night. Rage that you used him, rage that you made him feel those sickening thoughts, just for you.

His eye never left yours, sternly watching your every move, like a mad man.

-Came here to be captured again? Whore? Or did you not have enough last time?-

Aemond's rude remark already made you feel annoyed.

-You're right, rude of me to not say my farewells, kepus.-

You teased, making sure your energy matched his.

The Prince's jaw tensed in anger as he reached for his sword, attached to his hip.

-If it's a duel you're looking for I'm all in, kepus, but it will end up completely different. I promise.-

A confident tone was easily found in your voice, fearless, daring.

Aemond only smirked, he seemed to be taking your whole appearance up.

-I will win, and I will keep you as my slave for as long as i desire. Be sure, that I will treat you however I like, niece-

Your face scrunched up in disgust, but never have you let your tough persona fall and crumble, especially in the eyes of this man.

-I will be the judge of that.-

With that being said, Aemond launched at you. Why was he fighting so reckles? He usually calculated his steps, moves, but now all he went for was the win.

Your body skilfully ignored his blows, even landing some small hits.

He was heavy, after all, he was a man,but you? You were fast and sly as a viper. Just like you were taught, you waited for the right of openings to hit.

Aemond had that crazy look in his eye, a vengeful one, a manic one.

Your swords clashed together, faces inches apart.

-Give up, and I will be merciful, Bastard.-

The prince spoke in a hushed voice, breathless even.

You clenched your jaw, shaking your head in a 'no' manner.

-Nah, not as long as I breathe.-

You ducked as he almost landed a hit on your head, making quick work , you snuck behind him, landing a deep cut in his upper tigh. Aemond groaned in pain, a hand on his wound where you just cut him.

A kick in the back of the knee had him down and bleeding.

-What'd i tell ya?-

You kicked away his sword, sending it a away.

A foot slammed on his hand, putting force and keeping it glued to the ground,you heard him groan once again.

-You know, this reminds me of the time you had me in the same position you are now.-

You laughed, quite sadistically if someone were to hear you. It did remind you of back then if you were honest.

You were to busy focusing on his face , his eye, his expression that you didn't notice what he was doing until you felt it.

He plunged his dagger right in your side. Pain closed all your senses.

You opened your mouth to scream, but no sound left it. you backed away from him.

One hand at your side, the other holding your sword, barely.

The blood you were losing was letting itself be felt, light headed, dizzy, sick. All of them at once.

-You forgot one thing, I hate losing. Especially what is rightfully mine.-

Aemond kicked you in the side, making your pain 10 times harder. You tried getting up, but he kicked you again.

The prince lowered himself, now eye to eye with you.

-I warned you. Niece.-

Feeling something close to your hand, you made the best to pick it.

He stood so close to you. Before he could mutter another word, you hit him in the head, a rock is what you felt, a big one.

You saw him holding his now bleeding side of the head, the same look you had on this moment. No longer after, he collapsed.

It took you a lot of strength to get up. But you did.

Once you found one of your soldiers, you told him to grab some people and capture the white haired prince.

A month later

Aemond hadn't heard word of you ever since he was captured. Not a visit,nothing.

His wounds started healing, that was good. Maybe soon enough he can escape from here. See his mother and sister again.

He was shocked to see you enter his cell. Even though he stabbed you a king time ago, you still had bandages around your waist. The one he held that sweet night.

Aemond wore no shirt, he prefered doing so, but he did have black pants on, also his eye patch was not here.Meant to humiliate him, surely that was your father's doing.

-Yea, it looks pretty fucked up.-

Your voice startled him, to lost in thoughts to remember you were there to.

-Enjoying your new home kepus?-

You scaned the cell, at least the greens offered you a room fit for a royal back then.

Aemond scoffed, glaring at you unmoved.

-Why are you here, to make fun of me? Torture me? Bastard whore.-

A chuckle rose from you, you didn't miss his bitchy behavior.

-you should really be careful and hold your tongue when you speak to me. After all... I am heir of the queen That doesn't allow for you to be killed.-

Aemond rolled his eye, still as sassy as ever. You continued, answering his previous question.

-Perhaps, or perhaps I'm here to question you.-

His brow quirked in curiosity.

It was a strange thing, a strange reason for you to low yourself here to question him.

-I have nothing to lose.-

The white haired answered, barely audible.

-Why do you hate me?-

With that said, he seemed more interested in anything else than you, your figure or your presence.

-Don't ignore me.-

Aemond was taken back by your sudden demanding attitude.

He hummed in annoyance.

-How else can I explain to you, you are a bastard. The daughter of a rascal who's playing against my brother. Is that a reason good enough for you?-

The prince was quick to finding reasons. But it didn't phase or satisfy you.

-No.-

Once his eye found yours he seemed taken aback by you answer.

-I asked, why do you hate me. Not my Mother, it was long before that, uncle.-

He had time to think. Why did he hurt you? Why did he insult you, why couldn't he fund the nerve to just kill you and why did he keep thinking on the night you escaped. The way your body for so well with his.

He was wordless.

-Answer me!-

You yelled as he stood up.

-i hate you because whatever you do, whatever you did you always got away!I hate you because you had everyone to care for you! I hate you because I seem to feel so different whenever you're around, like you're supposed to be mine, like a caged bird unable to escape.-

With each word he got closer, until there were only inches between you two.

You didn't know what to say, from what he said he was jealous, and obsessed at the same time.

You opened your mouth to say something but nothing came out.

-Good enough reasons now? Niece.-

A deep breath was taken into your chest, now you didn't know what to think anymore.

The memory was distant, but the way he was so close to you now, it reminded you of the night you shared.

-Now my turn, you could have escape so many ways. So why did you chose what you choose.-

You didn't know, or you did but you didn't wanna admit it. It was a thing you always had for the prince, the way he would look at you, you couldn't read him back then, or the snarky comments. Some would call you a masochist.

-That is my business.-

By now, all you build up had fall upon you, no more tough and brave persona, but a flustered little girl seeing her crush.

Before you could end the visit Aemond grabbed you from behind, his body basically glued to yours.

-We're not done here, sweet little thing.-

You could feel yourself heating up like an oven. Aemond never used those kind of pet names with you, only insults and rude remarks.

Your back was faced to his chest, one of his hand layed on your hip, as the other held your jaw, it was soft, not like when you fought, but in a lovers way.

He turned your head enough for your faces to be not even inches apart. Lips slightly parted.

This time, the look in his eye was not spite or anger. It was something more, something more intimate.

The way he looked at you... Not even a fool could deny Aemonds feelings towards the niece he claims to hate.

You wanted to pull away, to push him and leave, but it seemed your body was frozen, stil as a statue.

-Why do you do this uncle? Play this game of cat and mouse.-

You finally managed to mutter some words.

-You were meant to be mine ever since the beginning, sweet thing.-

He made you doubt.

Was he about to use the same tactic you used on him to escape?

Was he lying to you?

Was he-

The thoughts that circled in your head were suddenly stopped the moment you felt his lips on yours.

They were soft, and the kiss wasn't forced or rough.

-I can't do this.-

You spoke, trying to move forward from him, but he would just not let go of you.

-Don't go, not again sweet thing.-

The prince pleaded, soft voice and soft kisses trailed your neck.

He was in love with his obsession.

End of story bitchesss!

So this is the last part and I won't be writing any for this fix, but you can check out my other fics🐀

I'm so dumb cause like at the middle of writing I taught I saved me draft and I didn't and guess who almost gave up. But fortunately I improved some of my main ideas and wrote them here.

I rlly hope you enjoyed this cause I BARELY made something in my tiny little brain. 😶

[randynetwork65]

Chat Won't Take No For An Answer Part 1

Cat Noir has been acting strangely but Marinette couldn't figure out why. He has been making more time for her, visiting her often, and even buying her stuff she didn't need. 

Marinette has a hard time when he starts being romantic around her but she wants to be friends and nothing more, yet, he becomes clingy, so much so that she has a difficult time telling him no.

What is causing Cat Noir to act so differently towards Marinette? Will Marinette develop feelings for Cat Noir or continue to view him as just a friend? Will Plagg's warning about overdoing it by trying to win over Marinette come true?

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Marinette was busy writing down things and doodling in her secret diary at home until Cat Noir knocked on her window to visit her. She wondered why he saw her, hoping it wasn't about patrol again. 

"Chat, why are you here? Patrol perhaps?" She asked him as he stood there flustered. 

"N-Not really, I just came to see you," Cat Noir said. 

"You came over to see me?" She asked him as he nodded in response. 

"Yes," he smiled, then knelt in front of her before kissing her hand. "I came to visit my princess, of course." 

"Your princess? Don't be silly, Chat," she giggled. "I'm no one's princess, Chat." 

He chuckled at her sassy tone. "You're one sassy princess, little lady." 

His gleaming, forest-green eyes stared into her calming yet alluring, bluebell eyes as the two sat there for a few minutes of silence. They started talking again once they figured out what to talk about. Cat Noir cleared his throat as she went to her desk to write down some notes. 

“Marinette, do you want to hang out with me?” he asked. 

"Sure," she said, putting down her pen. 

"Great! I'll look forward to seeing you later today," he said, smiling. "Meet me at 7, by the Seine River."

"Okay, I will meet you there!" she shouted.

She, watched him leave. She was excited to hang out with Cat Noir but it was weird of him to pick a time for them to hang out together. She always picked out a time for them to hang out together so it was strange of him to be this selective. 

"Is it just me or is Cat Noir more prepared than I thought?" She asked Tikki. 

"I have no idea but it seems like Cat Noir likes you a lot," Tikki eats a macaroon as she answers Marinette's question. 

"He likes me? I thought he liked Ladybug?" She needed clarification. 

"You are Ladybug," Tikki rolled her eyes. 

"You're right, Tikki, I almost forgot who I was for a moment," she awkwardly giggled. 

She checked the time; it was 5 o'clock, meaning she had about 2 hours left until she met with Cat Noir at the Seine River. She was internally panicking while getting herself ready for Cat Noir to see her. An hour passed by and she was out of the shower. Getting dressed, she noticed something missing.

"Okay, I've showered, I got dressed and now I need to put my socks and shoes on," she said, putting on her outfit. 

It was a simple blouse and skirt, with a light jacket, hoping she wasn't underdressed, she made sure that the weather was suitable for her outfit. Then she rechecked the time, it was 6:30. 

"Oh my goodness, it's close to time to meet Cat Noir!" She almost freaked out and took a deep breath to calm herself. 

"Marinette, it'll be fine, please don't freak out," Tikki calmly advised her. 

Meanwhile, with Cat Noir, he was already prepared for the hangout. His kwami was a little ticked off by his holder’s actions, little did he know, that was going to be the last time his holder was ever going to detransform. Plagg was esteemed when he gorged out on all the cheese he could have, Adrien, was mumbling to himself. 

“She loves me, she loves me not,” he said, plucking petals off one of the roses he had kept.

“Why are you doing that, Adrien? Are you crazy?” Plagg asked, shallowing a piece of camembert. “She’ll love you for the cheese you are, don’t overdo it.”

“I know, Plagg, but I want her to love what I do for her,” he said, sighing. “She’s beautiful, sassy, smart, and great at being herself.” 

“And you’re no better at being yourself?” Plagg raised an eyebrow. “Accept yourself, Adrien.”

“I have accepted myself, Plagg,” he said. “It’s not the first time I’ve reinvented my personality as Cat Walker.”

“That’s something different, I’m talking about you being in love with that Marinette girl!” Plagg shouted at him. “I don’t want you to be heartbroken again.”

“Plagg, I just want her to notice me as Cat Noir,” he said, smiling. “That way, I can win her over as Cat Noir.”

Plagg sighed. “Just do not overdo it, lover boy. Many Cat Noirs failed to get their love to notice them as a love interest, whether it ended in chaos when they were akumatized or with them being rejected. And I don’t want the same to happen to you, Adrien.”

Adrien didn’t think of the thought of being akumatized or being rejected, but his heart yearned to see Marinette again. His mind drifted off of Plagg’s warning and into fantasy land. Plagg sighed, and he decided to visit Tikki. He carefully went to Marinette’s home without causing suspicion. 

“Tikki-” Plagg called out once he spotted her in Marinette’s purse. “Tikki!” 

Tikki popped out of her purse.to find Plagg pacing around, it was unusual of him to do.

“Plagg, I’m here, what do you need?” Tikki asked, “Is this about Marinette?” 

“Yes, how could you tell?” Plagg was a little surprised. “My holder is infatuated with your holder and he can’t seem to control himself around her.”

“Are you worried he’ll do something to Marinette?” Tikki asked, concerned. “I hope he doesn’t hurt her.”

“I’m pretty sure that he loves her too much to even hurt her. But if he does, he’ll take responsibility for his actions,” Plagg said. “I’ll make sure he watches out for her.”

Tikki felt reassured by Plagg, who seemed very serious about the matter. She was sure that Cat Noir would watch out for Marinette. Cat Noir saved her multiple times before but that was before he realized he was in love with her as a civilian. 

Plagg returned to find Adrien preparing a table in his room. Adrien was ecstatic while looking at his phone, Plagg was beginning to be concerned about him. 

“I had thought of a perfect idea to have Marinette over and as Cat Noir, I can persuade her to go out with me,” Adrien said. “I asked my father and he agreed to let her come over.”

“Adrien, are you sure about this? You’re letting her into your room as Cat Noir, right?” Plagg blinked. “She will see all your photos of her and Ladybug.”

“I’ll hide them, don’t worry, Plagg.” He said. 

He put the photos away in a secret compartment and closed it. Plagg's eyes followed Adrien's movement as he put away some of the things he had in his room. Then, Adrien started decorating his room with candles, roses, and other romantic stuff. He even dimmed the lights.

"I'll serenade to her as well," Adrien smiled. "Plagg, claws out!" 

He quickly transformed into his alter ego, Cat Noir, and he was ready to go out near the Seine River to meet up with Marinette. He looked around and no one was there so he quickly prepared himself before she arrived. 

It was a windy day but it didn’t deter them from hanging out together. Marinette had a lot of thoughts in her mind as she tried to find something to say.

Her light dress was blowing against the wind as she tried various times to keep it down, Cat Noir was wearing a tuxedo, which was unusual for him to wear since it was supposed to be casual wear. 

Cat Noir was so lost in fantasy he didn't hear her call his name twice, he imagined her wearing a beautiful dress and light jacket or something more provocative. He snapped out of his fantasy land and into reality when he heard her voice. 

"Hey Chat!" Her voice made him turn to look at her beautiful outfit, he wished he could make her wear expensive dresses so he could selfishly admire her in them. 

He wiped drool off his face. "H-Hey, princess," he stuttered as she giggled. 

"Are you doing okay?" She asked as cold air blew into her face. 

"Y-Yes, I'm fine," he smiled, excited to see her. "How are you doing today, my princess?" 

"Chat! I told you before that I'm not yours!" She was a little annoyed that he wasn't listening. "I'm doing well by the way." 

"That's good to hear. I was going to tell you that I set up a table in Adrien Agreste's room while he's out for the day," Cat Noir tried not to sound too excited. 

"Wouldn't his father be mad at him for letting me and you in his house? Are you sure about this?" She asked Cat Noir. 

"His father agreed to let us go into his house while he's gone to Great Britain for a month," he smiled radiantly. "So think of it as house-sitting."

"If you say so, I would be honored to house-sit with you," she giggled again. "So, are we going to be doing anything fun today?"

“We’ll be having tea together, playing games outside and we're going to the amusement park tonight," he said, smiling. "I plan on taking you there myself."

Marinette smiled as he prepared the tea for the two of them. Meanwhile, Tikki was busy eating cookies in complete bliss as time passed by. Strange, no akuma alerts, Tikki thought to herself as she chewed on another macaroon.

Cat Noir poured some warm milk tea out of a pot for Marinette and himself as she took a sip from her cup. 

“Thanks, Chat,” she said, smiling brightly.

"You're welcome, princess," he cleared his throat. "Would you like some sugar or some snacks to go with your milk tea?"

"Yeah, some snacks please," she said as he went to grab some snacks for her. 

He went to get snacks and drinks and returned with a big bag of snacks and drinks. Marinette was a little bit surprised by the amount. 

"That's a bunch of snacks and drinks," she said.

"I just grabbed a bunch," he said. "I made sure to get your favorite snacks." 

She noticed he was pulling out the snacks onto the table. She noticed the snacks were from her family bakery, snacks such as macaroons, cookies and croissants were her favorite ones to eat. 

Marinette knew Tikki was a big fan of cookies and macaroons whenever she was about to transform into her alter ego, Ladybug, whenever villains popped up out of the blue. 

"I appreciate it that you thought of bringing snacks for us while we housesit," she smiled as Cat Noir blushed. 

Cat Noir was happy to hear that she appreciates him, but he wanted her to kiss him on the cheek or something sweet from her. 

"You know, I was thinking of making Ladybug and Cat Noir jackets for fun," she giggled. "What do you think of the idea?" 

"It sounds very fun and creative that you admire heroes like me," he points to himself. "I hope I have captured your attention that way." 

"You sure are captivating," she said, laughing. "I guess heroes like you could catch people's attention that way." 

"I catch people's attention with my cat puns and my charms," he smirks. "You're the most beautiful civilian I've ever met, I want you to be charmed by me."

"I'm flattered but you don't have to waste your time charming me," she said, giggling awkwardly. 

"Princess, I want to charm you," he said, smiling. "By being by your side, I feel happier than ever!" 

They enjoyed themselves the whole day as they were talking amongst themselves and playing video games together. Time passed and Cat Noir was itching to ask her out but Marinette was focused on the video game. 

"Marinette?" He called out. "I have a question for you."

She paused the game and looked at him. He became nervous as she stared at him. 

"Will you please be my girlfriend?" He asked her, leaning towards her as their lips almost touched. 

She was a little hesitant at first but answered his question anyway. He was eager for her to say yes, that way he would spoil her everyday like she's a queen. 

"Your girlfriend? Chat, we're friends not lovers," she said. "I hardly can see myself dating a hero." 

"Why not? At least tell me one reason why you don't see us as a couple," he begged her as she rolled her eyes at him. 

"I just can't see us as a couple," she said. "What can you provide as my boyfriend if we ever dated?" 

"I would provide anything my princess wants," he smiled radiantly. "If it's shelter, food or warmth, I'll provide it." 

"I'd like to see that someday," she said, laughing. "But I'm still not your princess."

"Just give me a chance, princess. I'll make it worth your time," he begged on his knees while she didn't seem interested. 

"Chat, stop begging me to be your girlfriend. I know you are desperate but please don't waste my time with stuff like this," she said, standing up.  

He muttered to himself. "Plan A was ruined, time for Plan B."

"How about we head outside for today?" He asked, he had planned out their activities already. 

"Sure, I feel way too comfy in here," she stretches her body as she heads towards the door.  "Let's go outside for a while."

He smiled, ready to go outside as he planned for the perfect time to ask her again. He opened the door and let her outside as he set up a romantic spot for the two of them.

She liked the lighting outside as she was wandering around aimlessly until Cat Noir had given her something beautiful. It was a sparkling

blue bracelet that he bought for her as a gift, she enjoyed it as he smiled at her. 

"Um, thanks Chat," she said. "I appreciate it, but you didn't have to buy it for me."

"I bought it for you because I adore my princess so much," he said, kissing her cheeks a few times. 

"Chat, stop it," she giggled, while poking him playfully. 

"Only if my princess agrees to be my girlfriend," he joked, smirking knowingly at her.

"Never will, kitty. And I'm not your princess," she playfully sticks out her tongue at him.

And with that, he had enough of her teasing and kissed her lips forcibly, igniting the tension between them. She broke the kiss after a few minutes to breathe, he had kissed her too hard.

"Chat, why did you do that?" She was annoyed with him. 

"Well, I stole a kiss from your lips because I want you to be mine," his tone changed from flirty to husky and intimidating. "Can you tell me why you can't be my girlfriend?"

"I can't date you because I'm in love with someone else," she said. 

"Who is this guy? Is it Luka?" He gritted his teeth. "Tell me."

"I can't," she said. "It's a secret."

"If he doesn't win you over, I will steal your heart from him," he chuckled, pulling her close to his chest as she struggled against him. "My love, please don't fight against it."

"Chat, let me go!" She shouted as he tightened his grip. 

"My love, please accept my affection," he said, kissing her passionately. 

"Let me go!" She pleaded for him to release her. 

"Tell me and I'll let you go," he said. "Is it Luka?" 

"It's not Luka," she said as he loosened his grip. 

"I'll let you go, but you must tell who he is," he said with an unreadable expression. 

He let her go but he still demanded to know who she was in love with. Marinette sighed in relief and gave him some clues. 

"He's an ex-model, he's blonde and around my age," she said. "Is that all you want to know?" 

He blinked and chuckled when she told him her type. It wasn't the answer he was looking for but it was close enough. 

"Okay, he seems like a good type of guy," he said, huffing and puffing in jealousy. 

"Yeah, you can stop acting like a child now," she said as he crossed his arms.  

"I'm not acting like a child!" He shouted, stomping around. 

"You are acting very immature," she said. "And shouting while stomping around is immature." 

"Why can't you understand that I love you, princess?!" He shouted at her as she was unfazed. 

"See? You're immature," she said, shoving him away from her face. 

"You never see me as a man!" He shouted. "Princess, you should love me." 

"I can't, I'm in love with someone else," she said. "I'm sorry, Chat."

He huffed in annoyance and walked off to her chaise lounge then laid on it with his legs crossed. Marinette was working on some outfits to get her mind off Cat Noir. 

"Would you like to try out this jacket?" She asked. "Unless you want to opt out…" 

He jumped in front of her and put on the jacket for her. Cat Noir confidently posed in the jacket as she checked the jacket to see if it was sturdy enough to be worn. Once she inspected the jacket, it seemed very sturdy and wearable so she let him keep it. 

"You can keep the jacket, Chat," she said, patting his shoulder. "But if you want me to see you as a man, you have to behave yourself." 

"Thank you, my sweet princess," he bowed down in front of her. "I love the paw print designs on this jacket." 

"I told you a million times not to call me your princess!" She hits him with a pillow. 

"Alright, alright already, princess!" He pleaded. "I'll stop calling you my princess." 

"Good," she stopped hitting him. 

[tricoufamily]

it’s that time of year again… 🎄🎅🎉🎊 no. the highlights of your 2023 media consumption of course! just like last year, i want to know your top 5 films, books, tv shows, songs/albums, pop culture moments if that’s your thing, and as a bonus: any favourite personal moment/achievement in the last year? new to you, new in release, either works! can’t wait to see your response and wishing you a happy new year! 😁🩷

omg hiii imo <333333333 <33333333 and happy birthday!

hmmmm let's see

i have no sense of time i don't remember what was this year or last let's just combine a bunch of stuff i really need to actually start using letterboxd and goodreads and stop forgetting they exist (new years resolution)

the batman still counts...... (it actually is still the movie i watched the most this year and i have not enjoyed it an ounce less 😌)

the riddler: year one comic ended this year!! very good very Thought Provoking for a riddler head....

read the girls by emma cline this year because boy did i miss that bandwagon that book came out almost 8 years ago. idk i think back then i read the opening preview online and thought it sucked (which the beginning DOES suck omg i was RIGHT) so i never read it, but i actually liked it a lot once you get past that part! it's stuck with me hard for some reason, and i think has influenced some of what i created this year

ruby sparks. paul dano i would do anything for you

ok. the ballad of jack and rose (2005). hear me out. everyone fucking hates this movie. but i think everyone should have a "no one gets this movie but me and that's ok" movie and i think i found mine this year with this one (don't watch it it's probably not worth it)

does the penguin teaser count.....because i remember screaming at the top of my lungs in my car to that one. i am excited for that. a bit

became obsessed w this song spotify wrapped was a lie this was my song of the year

did some writing i'm proud of! i've posted a lot of it, but some parts aren't ready to be posted 😌 but i'm really excited for when it's time. i don't think it was an extremely transformative year of my writing style and ability (that was last year), but i think i just held firm and continued to write stuff i like!

i restarted my blog and my villareals!!!!!!! i've wanted to do this version of the story for so long and i'm really pleased with it and i think it was a really good idea that didn't completely blow up in my face! phew

is it too early to count two-headed lamb as an achievement of the year. i don't think so i think it slaps 👁