#AND THE HAIR CAN MOVE. THAT HELD ME BACK FOR 2 HOURS TRYING TO FIGURE OUT HOW TO FIX IT

[sealrock]

paris' canon hair is now a reality.

[mariespen]

Apology ༊*·˚

Protective!Rafe x Fem!Reader ༊*· Summary: “Don’t need people seein’ what’s mine, a’ight?” Warnings: mild sexual implications

based on this request!

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You tapped around Tannyhill in your perfect little pink heels, trying to fix your hair before your boyfriend, Rafe Cameron, decided that it was too far past the time to leave. He had offered to take you shopping today as a half apology for being home at 2am last night on ‘private business.’ You’re sure that you would get the other half of the apology tonight.

“Princess..” Rafe called, warning you of his incoming annoyance.

Admittedly, you were pushing it by delaying the trip by about 2 hours in the first place. You quickly put on a thin layer of tinted lipstick and covered it with a thicker layer of gloss. Looking in the mirror and making sure your hair was even across your shoulders, you finally gave in and decided to make your way downstairs.

Rafe made you feel like you were meeting him for prom whenever you walked down the arching staircase. He looked at you with his eyes wide, a proud smile on his face.

“Gorgeous as always.” He said with a smile, spinning you around and grinning when you giggled at the small gesture.

You planted a soft kiss to his neck, pulling back and realizing that you had left a mark from your glossy lips. Your eyes widened while you tried to stifle any laughter that could slip.

“Hm?” Rafe asked, looking down at you with a love-coated look of confusion.

“Sorry, Rafe..” You moved your hand to start to wipe the faint and glossy red lip stain from his neck.

Your actions clicked in his head and he grinned down at you, pulling your hand away and shrugging casually.

“S’okay.” He said, proudly wearing your lips on his neck and brushing hair from your face before walking away to grab his keys, leaving you with blush erupting across your cheeks.

The small, pink purse that held your most important shopping necessities (lip gloss, mascara, and your pink digital camera) was strung up on his shoulder. Rafe gestured for you to walk out of the door next to him, waiting patiently as you smiled and bit your lip.

“What’s all that for?” He asked with a cocky smile, watching your ass sway with you as you walked out of the door.

“Nothin’..” You said with a giggle, holding his hand as the two of you walked to the car. 

Taking you shopping at expensive designer stores was something that Rafe had always taken pride in doing. His Prada sunglasses sat perched on his nose while he had your arm linked with his, keeping you close to him. Rafe was never good at telling you how much you meant to him, so he figured he would try and show you by buying everything you could ever want. After all, his most prized possession was practically skipping next to him, giving him a smile that melted his entire heart.

Rafe was never bored, trying his best to take mental notes of everything that you touched with any interest at all. Watching his girl thrive with happiness because of the small things that he was doing for you made him smile right along with you.

Every time that you would buy something, you instantly started to carry it in the oversized bags. You still weren’t fully used to this luxurious treatment, even after two years, so through muscle memory you always held your own bags. “Here baby, let me.” Rafe would insist every time without missing a beat.

At the end of your trip, his arms were filled to the brim with different bags from every different shop that you strolled into.

“I can take some, Rafe.” You said with a giddy smile, feeling guilty that your only baggage was the pink purse that you had insisted on carrying yourself.

It took you by surprise when he glared at you, almost as a warning. You were confused, not realizing how much he was against you doing the things that he wanted to do for you. Putting everything in the back of his sports car, you helped yourself into the passenger seat and waited patiently as he got into the driver’s seat. Without any hesitation, his hand was resting on your thigh the moment he got in.

“Thank you, Rafe.” You said with a smile, kissing him and letting him deepen it, feeling butterflies flutter in your stomach as your head went to the hazy place it always did when he kissed you like that.

The drive home was always his favorite part, your excited and rushed voice as you tried to tell him about everything you had gotten all at once. He let out a breathy chuckle as you stuttered over your words, smiling bigger when you laughed with him. 

Back at Tannyhill, Rafe had pulled in all of the bags and lined them up in the corner of your shared room. Out of excitement, you started to film a quick haul of your favorite items for your friends. Leaning the camera on a windowsill and preparing everything was easy enough, but being able to actually film anything was the bigger obstacle.

Rafe stood to the side, moving into the frame whenever you turned around or even to the side with the intention to block out your ass. 

“Rafe!” You whined, a pout showing across your face.

He raised his eyebrows at you, cocking his head in a look of warning.

When you finally cut the video and watched the whole thing back, you realized it was no good in the first place. Most of the video was Rafe’s leg blocking any view that the camera could have of absolutely anything. You let out an angry sigh as he watched over your shoulder.

“M’sorry baby..” He said, trying to hide his smug smile as he hugged you from behind and breathed in the Chanel perfume on your neck, “Don’t need people seein’ what’s mine, a’ight?”

You rolled your eyes but it was hard to be mad at him when you already felt his lips on your shoulder. 

“I forgive you..” You said, pretending to be annoyed as he flipped you around gently and kissed you again, this time on the lips.

“No baby.. let me show you how sorry I really am.” Rafe said with a smile, deepening the kiss and letting his hand run down from your back to your ass.

You let Rafe take control, knowing that the second part of your apology was playing out perfectly.

(lmk if anyone wants a pt 2!)

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[lostbookmark]

Read the original story here

WHISPERED VOWS Masterlist here

Summary: You thought planning your wedding was going to be a magical memory. You didn't realize that it might make you second guess everything. 

Pairing: Fiancée Yoongi x Insecure F. Reader

Genre: Romance, Angst, Smut, Hurt-Comfort

Warnings: Explicit Sex, Toxic Family Dynamics, Arguments,  Sex Toys, Self Doubt, Over Thinking, Yoongi Overworking Himself,

A/N : Here is a super small teaser for Whispered Vows. I'm hoping in about 2 weeks or so, I'll feel comfortable enough to start posting. Enjoy!

Entering the code to Yoongi's studio, you watch him as he sits at his desk with big headphones draped over his ears. His head was bobbing up and down to music that he was working on, and the clicking sound of his keyboard filled the quiet room. Closing the door, you walk over to him and gently place your hands on his shoulders, massaging them slowly. He groans, and his head falls forward in pleasure. You can feel his stiff shoulders start to relax under your touch. Sighing, he reaches around the back of his chair and pulls you into his lap. Yoongi takes off his headphones, tosses them gently on his desk, and gives you a quick kiss before resting his head on your shoulder. You run your hands through his dark hair, trying to comfort yourself from the stress of the day.

“How was lunch?” he asked, pulling his head away from you to look you in the eyes.

“There was no lunch. There were, however, five different wedding venues,” you tell him, and he furrowed his eyebrows, looking at you questioningly.

“What? I thought you told your mom to stop that,” he said, eyes drifted back to his screen. His slim fingers go back to clicking away on his mouse.

“I did, but you know that she won't listen,” you say, pulling on the black strings of his hoodie. You twist them tightly around one another and let go just to have them unravel. “One of them held 300 people and cost about 20 thousand dollars.”

“Excuse me?” he says, looking at you with wide eyes. You fully have his attention now. “20,000, 300? Who needs 300 people at a wedding? We are not spending 20k on a venue. A beautiful dress that I get to rip off you at the end of the night…sure.... but not the venue.”

You roll your eyes at him and shove him with your shoulder lightly with a small smile on your face. “Yeah I know, but supposedly it's going to be an extravagant event with a lot of important people. With you being all rich and famous….I have to impress people. I was told we need the best champagne, chandeliers, fondues, and the perfect sunset,” you explain.

“Rich and famous,” he said with a laugh. “That’s just stupid. Unless....is that what you want?” He asks you, eyes flicker between you and the screen .

“Of course not. What do you want?” You counter as your fingers continue to twist the strings of his hoodie.

“I want what you want,” he said distractedly, not even looking at you this time. His fingers continued to click away at his mouse. His focus was back on the crowded screen, which was his computer monitor as he watched colorful waves move across the screen.

Yoongi has been busy. Maybe that's why you haven't set a date or had any details figured out yet. He's been pulling long nights in the studio just to come home a couple of nights a week to sleep for a few hours and shower. He was usually gone by the time you woke up on those nights. The last thing that you wanted to do was bother him with questions about your future wedding. You didn't think centerpieces were high on his priority list right now. He promised you that this was only temporary, but honestly, you're not sure. Several artists that they have signed are growing in popularity, and the demand for songs are coming in strong. He's tired. You can see it in his face, and you can't see this stopping anytime soon.

[latay7]

hiihii!! could you write either lance/orter/carpaccio/rayne getting slightly jealous because the reader looks like they were bering courted by a guy, but turns out they were asking that guy for advice to help the reader to confess to character,,,thankyou:3

*ੈ✩‧₊˚WHY HELLO HELLOOO!!*ੈ✩‧₊˚

First of all thank you so much for your ask ><♡♡ and i will try my best since this is my first fanfic/headcannon , so i hope you like it ✨️(and i hope i wrote what u wanted bcz i can get a bit dumb)

A misunderstanding..?

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥Char : Lance crown , Orter Madl x fem!reader

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥genre : fluff

Note : reader appearence , prefrence , dorm , is up to ur imagination (wanted to be inclusive TvT) and god is this too long and it took me a while

Note 2 : im sorry this turned out to be bad , it's late at night and idk wtf am i , (english is not my first language btw)

☆ Lance crown

You were an ordinary student at Easton Academy , you had your friends and lived your life , diffrent classes and sessions here and there and tried your best !

Although Easton's Curriculum makes every student busy with a full schedule , you're thankful that you get the time to hang out with your friends...Adler's most famous idiots students!! They were all so nice and fun so you had a lovely time with them.

You enjoy their company to the point where you squeeze your schedule to be with them which had a certain outcome....you developed a big small crush on the blue haired one and only , Lance crown!!(lance stroll lol)

You found his dedication and hard work for the sake of his sister Anna adorable , his love for her might go too much sometimes but- it doesn't matter , it proved how much of a sweetheart he is , which made you live him even more.

And now...you found yourself in a dilemma , how are you gonna confess your feelings to him?? THE Lance crown , who never looks like he seeks love..

You excused yourself with Finn to talk privately

Since he's technically the sanest in the group....

So , here we are in this moment.

You were with Finn outside his dorm behind a close corner ,and Lance noticed your dissappearence for a while so decided to check up on you.

"You see Finn , i've had this thing for a long time now , and it's just unexplainable.."

"Don't worry (Y/N) , I understand , but how can i help you out"

At this moment , you could feel your face heating up a bit , it's natural after all you're talking about a CRUSH.

"So i just wanted to get some advice from you since you guys meet a lot more than i do with him , how should i tell him a-and what if he doesn't like me back ,i mean he doesn't really show any interest in me-" at this point you started to ramble , and to calm you down , Finn held your hands in his as he tries to convince you that it's gonna be alright. Meanwhile...

Lance was watching , but he didn't hear anything...so he just saw how you acted but he didn't want to jump to conclusions.

'Was i too late..?' He can't shake off the stinging feeling in his chest , he was hurt , yet somehow mad or even perhaps...jealous?

After a while

It was after hours so you rushed back to your room after saying goodbye to your friends. And while you try to sneak your way through Easton's halls you see a figure you know , it was....Lance?? What was he doing here?

"Lance...? Why are here?"

"Oh there you are..you see...i wanted to talk.." this was concerning

"Oh...really ?..me too"

"I...."

The next words were DEFENTLY unexpected for you , i mean , sure he was nice towards you but you didn't want to be delusional so this was a shock....

But of course , with the shock comes the joy.

"...and i don't want to make things awkward because i knew you and F- why are smiling like that..."

A sigh leaves your mouth with a slight chuckle....apparently he was an idiot as well , so you decided to take a brave move.

"What are you-"

*kiss*

His shocked flustered expression is to DIE for.

"Just a misunderstanding ehe...." you smile.

☆Orter ( at this point tf am i doing)

As a devine visionary yourself , you have many responsobilites and missions to take , paperwork to do , and meetings to attend.

Thus , after your were finally chosen as the devine visionary yourself because of your hard work , you had to meet up with the other visionaries and work under them , including Orter Madl.

You've tried your best to leave a good impression on them because you were quite nervous , obviously.

You could say you were able to get close to some of the visionaries by being attentive and a fast learner , you were trying your best !

Seemingly except....Orter.

Despite your big efforts in helping him in paperwork , doing good on most of the missions you were went on , being so nice and respectful to him , he seemed like he didn't care , he declined everything.

And it DEFENETLY didn't help with the crush you developed on him. You found him elegant , hardworking , and most defently handsome (im screaming in the bus rn dude) despite him being emotionally constipated. (wtf am i saying)

So you decided to ask for help.

Here you are , in Ryoh Grantz' office , asking him what you should do considering he is married and all.

"Im sorry if this meeting is a nuisance Mr Ryoh but you were the only one i could ask for help.." a drop of sweat as you speak sheepishly.

" oh don't worry about it , you've been helping me out a lot recently so it's only fair if i return the favour , and besides , it is a good opportunity to .....distress" he says in a cheerful tone , he liked you , otherwise you wouldn't have been drinking tea in his office " and just Ryoh is fine ,now tell me , what's wrong?"

You tell him your issue as your embarrasment grows even further , i mean , that's not just ANY matter to speak about , However , you manage to go through the entire thing.

He hums in understanding "i see i see , well i have to agree with you on his emotional constipation , he doesn't even show his brother any emotions either"

Your chest starts to feel heavier as you sweat comically , "but don't worry about it , i mean , if i was to be really honest with you and if we talk in terms of emotions...."

Righ then and there , a certain someone was passing by as he heard only a part of the conversation , he got curious but he couldn't make out...everything...

Only a few words....

Emotions , confessing , feelingsa and...Kaldo??!

What in the.....he knew Ryoh was married and....does that mean he's helping you confess to Kaldo ??

Orter Madl , despite his stoic face and cold ruthless demeanor , had a soft spot for you , he felt somthing for you , he tried to show it by being less mean to you compared to others, and taking some paperwork of yours to finish himself , as well as doing what he can so you take the easiest missions , but it seems like it wasn't that obvious...

He knew you and Kaldo were on good terms but to the point where his thoughts led to thinking...you ? And-

No , he refused to believe it.

"So yes , Kaldo could be someone good to ask since these two are quite together at a lot of times-"

Knock knock , Orter entered the office in the middle of your talk.

"O-oh hi-"

"If you'll excuse me Ryoh , i need to talk to (Y/N)" And Ryoh accepts nevously -because his appearence was very unexpected- and lets you leave.

You and Orter are now walking through the hall of the building because you're following him to god knows where. Until you reach a private area where you two could talk.

"You didn't tell me why are we-"

"What do you have of feelings for Kaldo?"

"Huh"...was the only word that came out of your mouth , Dumbfounded was the least you could think of to describe yourself right now.

"Excuse me?"

"You heard me , now answer me , what are the feelings you have for him"

"Wait a min-"

Realization never hit you this hard , so you started laughing as he watches confused , why are you laughing.

"Ok here's the whole thing mister eavsdropper..."

.

.

That ended well , for both parties , Ryoh bless your soul.

[georgeclarkewifey]

Inconvenience | g. clarke

Chapter 2 - A New Home

Word Count: 1.3k+

Summary: Noa reaches her destination, and gets reunited with bestie number 2

Warnings: swearing, very mild angst / reference to it

“Noa, oi, wake up.” Chris whispered, gently shaking her shoulder, causing Noa to jerk awake.

“Huh? What happened?” She asked blearily, trying to get a grasp of her surroundings as her eyes adjusted. “Shit, did I fall asleep? I’m so sorry Chris, that can’t have been fun for you.”

Looking round, Noa realised that they were in the parking garage underneath their apartment building. The bright white lights were harsh upon her eyes as she glanced round, squinting to get a better view.

“Noa, you were exhausted, I really don’t mind. C’mon, we’re here and I’ve already picked up your keys, so we can get you moved in.” Chris replied, popping the boot to start unloading boxes.

“Have I ever told you that you’re a godsend Dixie?” Noa asked, climbing out of the car to stretch. “God that felt good.”

“Yeah you might have mentioned it and imagine what sleeping on a nice mattress will be like tonight.”

“Just need to source one first.” Noa shrugged, taking a couple more boxes out of Chris’ car and setting them down on the ground.

“Wait. You do have furniture, right Noa?” Chris asked, slowly turning on his heel, to look at his friend incredulously. “Noa, I swear to god-“

“I’ve got an air mattress for tonight, and then I’m going to ikea tomorrow to break my bank account.” She shrugged, putting her backpack on nonchalantly.

“I honestly can’t believe you.”

Noa chuckled, patting Chris on the shoulder. “I would have thought that after 24 years you would have gotten used to me by now.”

Chris rolled his eyes and pulled her into a hug. “You still somehow manage to surprise everyday. And hey, it’s nice to have you less than two minutes away from us again, instead eight hours away in the car.”

Noa nodded gently, letting her head rest on Chris’ shoulder. “Yeah, it’s good to have you guys back again.”

“Are you two having a cute moment without me?” A voice from across the garage called.

“ARTIE!” Noa exclaimed, detaching herself from Chris to break into a light jog, so that she could launch herself at the figure of one Arthur TV. He laughed, wrapping his arms around her as the pair swayed side to side.

“Good to see you Murph.” He sighed, ruffling her hair kindly. They pulled away from each other and grinned, basking in their presence.

Noa sniffed, her eyes welling up. “It’s been too long Arthur, too fucking long.” She said, her voice choked with emotion.

Arthur nodded, taking a deep breath as he too started to become emotional. “You’re back, and that’s all that matters.”

Biting her lip, Noa wiped her eyes and held out an arm, so Chris could join in on their group hug. “The Jersey bitches are back together again.”

“We never were and never will be called that.” Chris muttered, as Noa gently whacked the back of his head.

“Just you wait, it’ll catch on.” She said, grinning. “God I can’t actually actually believe we’re all together again.”

“Agreed. And Noa you don’t know this, but Chris and I are kidnapping you now that you’re here.”

Chris nodded. “It’s true. You’re not leaving our sights again.”

Chuckling, Noa lovingly ruffled both of the boys’ hair. “So if I were to theoretically tell you that I wanted to do a PhD in Yale-“

“Nope not happening, never.” Arthur said quickly, bending down so that he could throw Noa over his shoulder, which she wasn’t too pleased about.

“TELEVISION! PUT ME DOWN!”

“No,” he said happily, “this is a kidnapping.”

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Noa collapsed onto her freshly blown up air mattress, sighing contentedly. Even though most of her apartment was barren of furniture, decorations and overall character, there was a small glow of hope in her chest.

The place had potential. But what was even better than that was the fact that she had Chris and Arthur two floors below her, accompanied by their two other roommates whom she had yet to meet.

“You sure you don’t want help unpacking?” Arthur asked, setting the boxes marked ‘Kitchen’ on the small dining room table.

“Yeah, I’ll do it sometime tomorrow after the ikea trip.” She said, struggling to keep her eyes open on her mattress. Chris, noticing this nudged Arthur and gestured to the door with his head.

“You want to go around 11 tomorrow?”

“Sounds great guys, and thank you for all your help, really, thanks.” Noa said, standing up to give both of them another warm hug.

“Always Murph, we’re here for you.” Arthur replied, beaming.

“Now go get some sleep yeah? You look in desperate need of it.”

“Aye aye captain.” Noa said, saluting the two of them. “See you tomorrow guys.”

Chris and Arthur waved goodbye and headed towards the elevator, the pair stood in silence, however they could tell what the other was thinking.

“It really is good to have her back.” Arthur said happily, as the elevator arrived.

“And she’s acting like her old self again.” Chris agreed.”

“I think she’s gonna be really happy here.”

Back in their flat, George and Arthur Hill were mid argument.

“Yeah but can she really be that good of a friend if she fucked off to Scotland for four years?” George retorted, as a tired Arthur pinched the bridge of his nose whilst trying not to burn his toast.

“Yes, yes she can.”

“How do you know that?”

“Because I trust Arthur and Chris’ character judgement, and from what they’ve told me it sounds as if she had stuff going on.” He replied shrugged.

George however, wasn’t convinced. “Surely if you’re a good friend you’d keep in contact? I mean, how hard is a text now and again? It’s not as if Chris and Arthur were shockingly busy. And having stuff can’t always be an excuse, surely she’d want to talk to them if they’re some of her closest friends.” He ranted from the sofa.

“George! For the last time, I don’t know the whole story, neither do you, so stop speculating.” Arthur said frustratedly. “I would have hoped that you could see how happy those two are that she’s close by now, and used the brain that I believe you have in there to know that she’s not the spawn of Satan.”

George, sensing he has lost this one held his arms up in defeat. “Fine, fine. But I’m not changing my tune until I meet her myself.”

“Yes, fine whatev-“ Arthur cut himself off at the sound of the front door opening. “Be nice.” He hissed at George, trying to re-enforce his ‘no nonsense’ message by pointing his knife at George, but he wasn’t taken wholly seriously due to the copious amounts of Nutella on the end.

“Be nice.” George mimicked, screwing his face up at Arthur as he rolled his eyes.

“Hiya!” Arthur called as he emerged round the corner with Chris in tow.

“Noa not with you?” Arthur (Hill) asked, causing George’s head to snap up.

“Nah, she’s exhausted, but you’ll get to meet her when we go to ikea!”

“How can she be tired after an hour and a half drive?” George asked, a skeptical undertone in his voice that earned him a glare from Hill.

“She only got four hours of sleep last night, and I’m guessing she was crashing from all the Monsters she had.” Chris answered, throwing himself on the sofa and picking up one of the PS5 controllers.

“Sounds as if she enjoys a healthy diet.” George snarked.

“Oh shut up George - he’s been like this all day Chris.” Arthur complained, moving to join Chris on the sofa.

“Are you not gonna use a plate?”

“No…why?”

“Because you’ll get crumbs and Nutella on the sofa dingbat.”

“How did you guys even meet Noa in the first place? Like, I get you all lived in Jersey and went to the same school, but she’s like four years younger than both of you.” George asked, taking a seat across from Chris.

“We were neighbours,” Chris replied, loading up a game of FIFA. “And her and Arthur’s parents are good friends, so yeah that’s all there is to it really.”

“All it took was one summer barbecue when we were kids, then we were practically inseparable.”

“Yeah, she’s like our little sister.”

“That’s cute and all, but right now I’d like to focus on beating Christopher’s arse at FIFA now.” George sighed, picking up the controller.

Arthur TV, confused at the comment glanced over at his fellow Arthur, who just shrugged, but then waved his phone in the air.

The two Arthurs nodded at each other, content at the conclusion they had come too, however uncertain at what it would lead to.

[skzdust]

Room 514

Part 3

Sorry this part took so long! I finally had a ton of time to write this morning and I'm getting a lot done! I hope you guys all enjoy it!

Summary: You’re moving into a new suite halfway through your sophomore year at Stay University, populated by three guys: Jisung, Changbin, and Bang Chan. You meet their friends and quickly become a part of their group, but you find yourself wanting more with Jisung…

Pairing: Han Jisung x Reader

Includes: sleepy reader, sleepy Jisung, shirtless Jisung, shopping, Jisung being a gentleman

Word count: 1.5k

Taglist (Comment on a post/send an ask if you'd like to be added): @weirdowithaphone, @caught-in-the-afterglow, @palindrome969, @skzstan12345

Reblogs, likes, comments all appreciated!!!

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 4 | Part 5

Masterlist

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You blinked your eyes open as a beam of sunlight fell over your face.

Apparently, you’d fallen asleep in the living room. You didn’t remember putting a pillow next to Jisung and curling up with your head against it, nor did you remember Jisung going to get another blanket, but he must have at some point. You were still under the fluffy throw he’d brought out when you’d first started The Immortal and the Restless, and you could see a blue quilt out of the corner of your eye.

You carefully sat up, trying not to disturb Jisung. He was in the same fetal position you’d woken up in, with his head on top of the pillow instead of against it. His quilt was draped over him, and you could see the corner of the fabric scrunched in one of his hands. The morning light made his hair seem to glitter as the air from the ceiling vent gently played with it, and his face was serene and unguarded.

He rubbed one of his eyes as you stood up from the couch. You held your breath as he stretched. The blanket slid off his side as he unfolded his legs, and your eyes widened as his back arched.

He opened his eyes with a sleepy smile, and you made your expression as normal as possible.

He scrunched up his nose. “What’s wrong? You’re making a weird face.”

“Nothing’s wrong, I’m making a normal face.”

“Mhm.” He smiled again, closing his eyes and letting his head fall sideways onto the pillow. “Normal face.” He ran one of his hands through his hair.

You fought the urge to also run a hand through his hair. “How many episodes in did we get last night?”

He shrugged, eyes still shut. “Dunno. I think I turned it off after three, but they’re each an hour long and I was mostly asleep by the third one.”

“Yeah.” You yawned. “I only really remember the first half of the second one.”

“It’s okay. We can rewatch. No rush.”

“I liked what I remember.”

His smile grew a little bigger. “Good, glad to hear that. It’s one of my favorites.”

You looked at him for a moment longer. His eyes were still closed, and he looked so relaxed, more relaxed than you’d ever seen him.

He opened his eyes and raised his eyebrows, and your cheeks reddened.

“Staring? I know, I know, I’m gorgeous, you just can’t take your eyes off me.”

“That’s not it, I… you’re… ugh.”

He laughed softly. “Just kidding.” He stretched again and sat up. “I am gonna take a shower, though. Maybe we could do something after, if you don’t have calculus to do?”

You did your best not to imagine Jisung in the shower and waved a hand, dismissing both your thoughts and Jisung’s concern. “Calculus isn’t due until Tuesday. It’s Sunday. Plenty of time.”

“Okay, well, I’ll meet you out here in a few minutes and we’ll figure out somewhere to go.”

You nodded. “Sounds good.”

You went back to your room and sat on your bed, staring forward.

Did that really just happen?

You got changed and did your morning hygiene, changing your outfit a couple of times before deeming it good enough. You went back out to the living room and sat down on the couch, scrolling on your phone for a minute.

A staticky noise stopped, and you realized Jisung was still in the bathroom. He must’ve just turned off the shower.

A minute later, the bathroom door opened.

Jisung’s hair was wet, wearing a towel draped around his remarkably hot waist and… nothing else.

You looked down, hoping he wouldn’t notice you.

“I’ll be ready in a minute.” Jisung smiled at you as you looked at him.

You focused on keeping your eyes on his face and not his body, smiling back. “Cool.”

As Jisung disappeared into his room, you took a deep breath.

His body is perfect, too. That’s really not fair.

He walked out a minute later in a jeans and a green hoodie layered under a leather jacket. “Anything you’d like to do?”

You shrugged. “Nothing’s coming to mind except shopping, but I’m kinda broke right now, so I dunno about that.”

“We can try stuff on, though!” Jisung tossed his car keys from one hand to the other. “Come on, I’ll drive us to the mall.”

“Okay, I can try stuff on.”

Jisung beamed. “Perfect.”

The mall wasn’t particularly close, but it was a pleasant drive. You chatted the whole way, and Jisung was a good driver, unlike many of your friends—your old friends, you reminded yourself. Strangely, thinking of them didn’t hurt when you were with Jisung.

You parked and got out of the car, Jisung running around the front and opening your door for you.

“Thank you.”

“Of course.” His smile was like sunshine as he shut the door behind you and locked the car.

You walked into the mall, and he took your hand, guiding you towards a store with a few cute tops in the window. “Ooh, these are cool!”

You walked in and found one of the tops in your size, a light green bustier with ruching across the front and cap sleeves. “Isn’t this one cute?”

“Very cute.” Jisung agreed. “You should try it on!” “I think I will.” You nodded and walked off in search of a dressing room.

You put on the top, struggling with it a bit before realizing there was a side zipper. It looked great on you, fitting like a glove.

You pulled back the curtain and walked out. “Jisung?”

“Here!”

You walked out to the sitting area outside the dressing rooms, doing a little twirl for him.

He smiled, watching you. “Beautiful, you look… amazing.”

“Aw, thank you.” You did a little curtsey, immediately realizing it made no sense since you weren’t wearing a skirt and the top wasn’t that fancy. “I don’t know why I did that.”

Jisung laughed. “It was cute. How much is the top?”

You tried not to think too hard about Jisung calling you cute and looked at the price tag, doing a double take. “Wow, 85 dollars.”

“Damn.” Jisung’s lips twisted. “It looks good, though. Do you want me to get it for you?”

“No, I couldn’t let you do that.” You waved off his offer. “I’d feel bad.”

“I want to, though!”

“I’d feel guilty, though!” You mirrored his language.

Jisung sighed. “Go change back, and we can keep looking, there was this sweater vest with an apple on the front that I really liked.”

“Why don’t you try it on? You’d probably eat it up.”

“I would.” Jisung preened. “Maybe I will.”

You walked back into the dressing room and put your T-shirt back on, carefully adjusting the top on its hanger and walking back out to Jisung. You hung it up on the return rack. “Where’s the sweater vest?”

“Over here.” He stood up, and you followed him to the sweater vests.

“It’s cropped! Cute.” You took it off the rack, feeling the material between your fingers. “Oh, it’s soft, too.”

“Perfect.” Jisung pulled out the vest in his size, and you went back to the dressing rooms. He pranced out a moment later with the sweater vest on.

The crop exposed the bottom part of his abs, and his arms were muscular. The combination of the light green of the trim, the red of the apple, and the cream background looked great on him.

You were reminded of earlier in the morning, when you’d seen him shirtless, and you could feel yourself go red.

“It looks great!”

“Everything okay? You look a little flushed.” Jisung looked concerned.

“Yeah.” You laughed. “All good, just a bit hot.”

“Yeah, it is warm in here.” Jisung nodded, and you exhaled, a little bit relieved. “But you like it?”

“I love it.” You said sincerely.

“Maybe I’ll get it.” He pulled at the hem. “It’s a little tight, but I want it a little tight. I like to wear either oversized stuff or tight stuff. No in between.”

“It’s a good style on you.” Both of those options are really hot.

“Okay, I’m gonna change out of this, if you want to look around a little more, I’ll find you.”

You stood up. “Okay, perfect.”

You walked over to one of the racks, looking at a pink satin top with a large bow across the front. It was cute, not quite your style, but very cute. You walked through the store, but nothing else caught your eye the way the green top had.

Someone tapped you on the shoulder, and you whirled you around, startled.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.” Jisung smiled, holding out a bag.

“Hm?”

“Look inside.”

You did so. Inside was your green top, a receipt stuffed on top of it.

You looked back up at him. “You did not.”

He gave you a mischievous smile. “I did.”

“Jisung! I told you it’d make me feel guilty!”

“Don’t feel guilty! I did it because I wanted to! It looks like it was made for you.”

You couldn’t stop yourself from smiling, taking the bag. “Thank you. I’ll wear it, I promise.”

“You definitely need to. I also got that sweater vest, which has green trim, so we can kinda match!”

“Perfect!”

“Perfect.” Jisung beamed.

[issdisgrace]

IT'S KINDA A LONG STORY

WARNINGS: None

A/N: This takes place in 2017, character is 28.

“You know you’ve been with us for 6 months and I don’t think you proper told us about how you started hunting.” Sam says, closing his computer. 

“Well, my grandpa was a hunter, so my father became a hunter. Then I decided to continue the family tradition and become a hunter.”

“Cool. How was your childhood? Mine and Sammy’s were fucked, to say the least? Went long periods in hotels. I had to steal food and a bunch of other shit.” Dean says.

“It was a mixed bag. It’s kinda a long story.” I say, sitting up on the bed. 

“We have time.” Sam says.

“Alright, strap in, I guess. As you guys know, I was born in ‘89. My mom got pregnant with me when she was 16 and.

"Had me a month after she turned 17 on my dad’s 17th birthday. My mom came from a very religious family, like super religious, and her getting pregnant with me got her kicked out. My grandma and grandpa let my mom move in. From what I heard, those months were good. My dad was working while trying to finish school while my mom dropped out of school. Mom helped grandma and grandpa with the stuff around the house. When my mom was 8 months and on some odd days with me, she went into labor. She was rushed to the hospital in the town over and had me around 11:45 pm. There were a couple of problems with me since I was premature, but the doctor got everything under control and after a week, I was able to go home. 

Anyway, when I was 2, my mom and dad got married. My first memory was Christmas ‘94. I remember opening a fairy princess set. It was nice at the time, but looking back now, it was very cheaply made. But fast forward to my 8th birthday, 97. I remember we had dinner and my father unwrapped his presents first, being older than I got to open mine. I had got nothing but dresses. I remember I broke out crying then when my mom and dad tried to comfort me I yelled that I didn’t want to be a girl, then ran upstairs and hid in my room. A couple of minutes later, my dad came up and entered my room. He just sat on the bed and talked to me while I was hide telling me that there wasn’t nothing wrong with wanting to be a boy and if I wanted to I could. I crawled out from underneath my bed and sat with him. He held me as I cried and we talked. It started with, is this how you really feel? How long have you been feeling this way? Would it make me happier to be a boy? I told him, It was about 6 when I realized didn’t want to be a girl, that I hated the long hair and dresses, and didn’t like my given name. We talked until it was time for me to go to bed. My dad tucked me in and stayed with me until I feel asleep. I must have been asleep no longer than a half an hour when I was woken up by yelling from downstairs. I could hear my mom yelling at my dad, saying I can’t just be a boy and that it’s just a phase. I remember hearing my dad tell her, so what if it is I have to figure out who I am and who I want to be? I just layed their crying while listening to the yelling and ended up crying myself asleep. 

The next day, things were tense, to say the least that I can remember. My grandma and grandpa talked to me after the very tense breakfast and asked if I wanted to go by something else. At that time, I didn’t know. They suggest names, even pulled out baby name books, and we looked through them. But I didn’t find a name that I liked so they were suggesting different names off the top of their head and I decide on Y/n after my mom’s brother, my uncle who is most definitely the funnest coolest person I have ever known. I remember the first time he came to visit after I came out and by then I had gotten my hair cut and a new wardrobe. I had told him that I was a boy and that my new name was Y/n. He was super chill about the absolute opposite of my mother, despite coming from the same background. And their one out he called me his mini me.

So fast forward to 99 I’m 10. My mom decide to get me nail polish and make up for my birthday. I was first upset, but that black nail polish called me and I painted them. They looked pretty good, and it made me feel masculine. After I was done with my nails and they were tried and I went downstairs to show my grandma and grandpa. They were in the living room and so was my mom. I show them and my mother butted in by asking if I was finally done with this phase and finally being a girl. I was so upset. I just ran out of the house. I ran into the woods and climbed a top of tree. I was close enough to the house that I could hear my grandparents and mother getting into a screaming match. They yelled at her for 30 minutes, then they came out to find me, but I stayed silent while I cried and they didn’t find me. They looked for another half an hour for me before my father came home from his hunt he left on a couple day prior. They rushed to meet him in the driveway and they told my father what had happened. 

And then there comes my mom came out of the house to yell about the whole thing again, saying that she wasn’t going to feed into the delusion and that I needed to start acting like a girl. Shit escalated and my dad yelled that he wanted a divorce and to get the fuck out of the house by morning. Then when things died down, my dad came and found me and I climbed down from the tree and he tried to comfort me. But i just kept crying and eventually I tired myself out and fell asleep. He carried me in and I woke up in my bed the next morning hearing loud crying coming from my mom. She tried to guilt trip and have my dad take her back. But it failed and eventually my uncle arrived and got my mom and her stuff and then she wasn’t in my life. Which in all this my uncle stood beside us, but he did help my mom because of the whole family thing. Anyway, my mom wasn’t completely out of my life. She would leave letters in the mailbox condemning me every couple of weeks.

So then fast forward to when I was 14. I was home alone. When I heard a car pull up. I went downstairs and opened the door and here comes my mom and her boyfriend. I knew something was wrong and quickly closed and locked the door. They started banging on the door and my mom was yelling how she could fix and that I didn’t have to pretend anymore. I called the police and hid in my closet. Listening to the banging. After a couple minutes, I hear two cruisers pull, then a commotion. Then eventually the commotion was over and I heard my name called out by the cop saying it was safe. I realized it was my friends Chris’ dad, John.

I got out of hiding and went downstair and the front door was totaled. It was on the verge of breaking. So I go outside they got my mom and her boyfriend in separate cruiser. John and the other officer, Charlie, made sure I was ok. They got another cop to come out and take my mom from John’s cruiser so John could stay with me. He did, and eventually my dad and grandparents showed up. We pressed charges, they both ended up getting 4 years. And that is the last thing I know about the whereabout of my mom. After that whole situation, my dad and grandpa taught me self defiance, which turned into teaching me how to hunt. 

Then when I was about 18, my grandparents go into a pile up caused by a drunk driver and died. It was really tough around then and I threw myself into my shitty waiter job at the local diner. Made decent money and got good tips. With the saved money, I got myself a car with my dad’s help and started traveling, doing hunts. Stayed in contact with dad through this time and still do. He ended up getting close to John after his wife divorced him and they fell for each other. They got married last year, which I attended their wedding, then I took a break from hunting. Then a couple of months ago I started back up my. band, that’s when I met you guys and here we are.”

“Damn sorry about the whole transphobic mom and grandparents thing.” Sam says.

“Eh, I got over it.”

“Pretty hard stuff to get over,” Dean adds in.

“Yeah, I went to a lot of therapy to get myself to this point.”

“Glad it went well for you. Therapists can be tricky. Some help and some don’t.” Sam said.

“I got paired with a pretty good one. Anyway, don’t mean to switch topics, but how does food sound to you guys because all that talking got me hungry?”

“Yes, I love the way you think.” Dean says.

“There’s a diner just down the road we can go there.” Sam says.

“Sounds good to me.”

[dearestro]

hii, I'm sorry I wasn't very clear in my request, 😅 but I had in mind a story that would be similar to the one in the episode if possible. Anyway, sorry for my lack of precision

Thanks love!

Oh Baby!

Author's Note: Thanks for clarifying! This is incredibly long, so I'm going to post it in parts and it'll be finished as soon as possible! I'll link each part to each post. Sorry it's taken so long!

Warnings: Mentions of childbirth, innuendos, and crude language. Sorry if I missed anything!

Disclaimer: I know nothing about childbirth, healthcare, diseases, etc. I read a case file on the internet about the disease I wrote about. Almost everything I wrote I got from the internet, so I apologize if I messed up.

Summary: Having a baby is hard enough as it is, having a baby when your husband's best friend is House? Even harder. Unfortunately, things are just getting started, and the worst has yet to come.

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Coming Soon...

Your Pov

"Push! Push!" James shouted over my screams of pain. His arms were wrapped around my upper body, trying to help me sit up more. 

"You say push one more time, and I'll push you!" I threatened. I had been in labor for hours. I was exhausted, sweaty, and damn sure I was never doing this again.

"Right! Sorry sweetheart." He kissed the crown of my head and tried to soothe me. 

"I see a head!" The doctor shouted. I nearly collapsed from exhaustion.

"You're almost there, baby." James wiped my hair out of my face and cooed. "Then we have a literal baby." He smiled, but I could see the tears in his eyes. I tried to smile back, but it was interrupted by another sob of pain. "Just keep pushing. You got this. You're so strong, and I'm so proud of you." He kissed my forehead again, and I was filled with a new sense of energy. Let's get this over with.

I kept pushing and pushing until I thought I might pass out. And with one final big push...the room filled with screaming and crying! I fell backward onto the bed after sitting up most of the time. It was done. James hugged and kissed me, whispering sweet nothings in my ear.

"It's a girl! Congratulations, Dr. and Mrs. Wilson." They handed her over to me so I could see. I smiled.

"She's perfect." I tried to hold back the cascade of tears but to no avail. James leaned in closer.

"Just like her mama." He kissed my temple. "My two beautiful girls." I laughed lightly. Finally, after all that work. It paid off! The nurse took her away to get cleaned up while the doctor finished everything that was happening down there. James and I just hugged each other. I swear I would've passed out had I not been so excited. 

We eventually got settled into a room, and I got cleaned up a bit. Our baby girl was resting in her crib. I was still on strict bed rest, so James had gone down to the cafeteria to get some better food. He insisted ‘his girls’ rest. I was lying in bed just watching her sleep peacefully when James came back.

“How are my girls?” He whispered so as not to wake the baby. I laughed lightly and motioned for him to come closer. He set down the food and moved the crib closer to the bed. I picked her up and cradled her closely while James sat behind me and looked over my shoulder. He held up a small stuffed bear so that she could see it.

“We’re ok. Aren’t we baby girl?” She yawned and attempted to stretch, although being swaddled hindered her movement. We had yet to figure out a name.

“You know we could just call her baby if we don’t find anything else.” I looked at James, his eyes fixed on our bundle of joy as he made the bear dance around her and caress her cheek. Clearly, he was too distracted to realize how awful an idea that was, but I just patted his cheek and remained silent. 

“She’s so perfect. I can’t think of a name that could do her justice.” I smiled at the small creature while James started to rub my back.

“I can.” I looked back to see his eyes sparkle and him smile at me. I raised a brow, silently asking what he had in mind. “Y/n.” I giggled and shook my head. Even when I had just been through what some might call a hellish experience, he could still make me feel special. 

“No way.” 

“Why not, I’m quite fond of the name.” He bit back a laugh.

“I’m quite attached to it as well, but there’s no way we’re naming our daughter after me!” I laughed back as he kissed my forehead. 

"Fine, we'll continue this discussion later. I brought you lunch." I smiled and gently put the baby back in her crib before resituating myself on the bed as James moved a table over and unpacked the food.

We sat on opposite ends of the bed eating and talking for a while. Just enjoying each other's company.

"You know I saw this thing. They recommend new dads take off their shirts-" James looked at me surprised, and I laughed. "Not like that, my love." He let out a small oh and motioned for me to continue as I giggled at his disappointment. "As I was saying. The new fathers take off their shirt and hold the baby so that they get that skin to skin contact that mothers naturally get. It helps them bond with the baby, supposedly. I know it seems a little silly but-"

"Yes!" I looked up, shocked at his outburst, and raised my eyebrow. "I mean, yes, as in, I'd love to do it." He quickly explained, his face a little flushed. I smiled and grabbed his hand.

"Great. I only brought it up because I thought you might like the sweet experience." 

"Yes, of course!" He then paused, and a look of worry came over him. "She’s not gonna mistake my nipple for one of...yours...is she?" I laughed at the imagery of the hypothetical and shook my head.

"No, I'm sure your nipples will be fine, babe. I'll make sure she's been fed beforehand." He blushed thinking about his silly worry but relaxed when I said that.

It was the beginning of day three (our last day) in the hospital, and baby girl Wilson had still not been named. I was relaxed in bed while James cradled our baby in the rocking chair. He was currently trying out the bonding exercise, and the baby seemed to be lulled to sleep by his heartbeat and humming. I know I said I would never do this again, but if this is the scene you're rewarded with? Maybe just one more time.

I continued to watch my little family rock back and forth, but the moment was soon interrupted when House came in.

"What the hell are you doing?" I rolled my eyes at his lack of pleasantries. James looked up a little shocked at the sudden noise, and frowned once he realized where or should I say who it came from.

"I'm spending time with my family. Something you might wanna try." He deadpanned, clearly already sick of his friend’s bullshit.

"Without a shirt? Look, I know you like to take on other people's 'burdens' because you have a savior complex, but it's pretty much physically impossible for you to breastfeed." He paused his rant. "Plus, it's weird. I mean, be a man! Am I right?" He looked to me as if he expected me to back him up, but I just gave him an unimpressed stare. James rolled his eyes.

"House, is there something you need? You know besides a better personality?" House turned to him and nodded.

"Yes." We waited for him to elaborate, but of course, he didn’t. 

"And am I supposed to read your mind?" James asked.

"No, but I was hoping you'd put a shirt on and follow me." James looked to me, and I nodded.

"You can go, babe. We'll be ok." He looked hesitant but eventually got up and handed the baby to me before buttoning up his shirt. 

"Ok, but if anything happens. And I mean anything. Call me, page me, tell a nurse, hell have Cuddy request me over the loud speaker-" I pushed my finger to his lips before he could worry anymore.

"I got this. Ok?" He nodded against my finger, and I smiled. "Good. Now have fun. I love you."

"I love you both, too." He leaned in to quickly kiss us both before being ushered out by an annoyed House. Once again, it was just me and the baby.

"And that, babygirl, would be your Uncle House." I sighed as I watched them walk down the hallway, James turning to look back at the room every so often. I smiled and looked down at our baby, caressing her little cheek with my finger. "Don't worry. He'll get used to you soon enough. And when that happens? I bet you two will be the best of friends." She yawned before nuzzling closer to me. What a wonderful life.

Wilson's Pov 

I didn't want to leave my girls, but knowing House, he wouldn't stop bothering us until he got what he wanted...so I followed him. We got to the end of the hallway and waited for the elevator.

“Where are we going? If you hadn’t noticed, I'm off duty!" I asked, getting more and more agitated. I want to be with my wife and our baby, but even then, House manages to pull me into one of his schemes.

“I’m saving you. You should be thanking me. I saw the look in that little monster’s eye. It was about to bite your nipple off.” He said as we entered the elevator while I scoffed and rolled my eyes at his comment.

“First off that ‘monster’ is my little girl. Secondly, she is not an ‘it’, and thirdly, we were bonding, something you might want to try with literally any living thing.” He only rolled his eyes. 

“Not likely.” 

“What are we even doing? Because if it’s not too much to ask, I’d like to spend time with my family.” The elevator doors opened, and he turned to me.

“Fine, spend all the time you want with the little rugrat. After we have lunch.” He exited the elevator and started the trek to the cafeteria. I hurried to catch up with…for a cripple he was remarkably fast.

“And when you say ‘have lunch’ you mean I buy your lunch and you condemn my life choices?” He stopped and turned to me once again, holding out his cane so the end was at my chest.

“Yes, but also because after the scene I just walked in on, you desperately need testosterone.” He mocked before continuing the walk to the cafeteria. I rolled my eyes, sighed, and looked at my watch. I suppose I could spare a few minutes…unfortunately.

[ariundercovers]

Clean (Din Djarin x Reader)

Summary: You ask Din if you can clean his beskar for him. Fluffy thoughts ensue.

Pairing: Din Djarin x Reader (no gender descriptors used in this one!)

Word count: ~1k

Warnings: fluff, more fluff, marshmallows, and feely good feelings. Maybe 1/2 of a second of lite angst at the end.

a/n: this is a snippet of the beginning of a longer fic I’ve been working on that im too chicken poo to post yet. So, in the meantime, enjoy some brief din fluff.

When you step out of the refresher, reality comes back to you quickly as you struggle to towel yourself off in the cramped space. You’ve pulled on a pair of pants and a too-big shirt: muscles and sore skin aching for the comfort of some loungewear after such a long hunt. You exit to grab your comb from behind the door and watch as Din moves toward you to head into the fresher himself. Without thinking you stop him, hand placed gently on the dirtied beskar pauldron on his shoulder. He looks back at you, helmet tilted slightly, questioning.

You blink a few times before your brain catches up with your body. “Would you let me clean your armor for you while you’re in there?” You immediately realize how forward that sounds and you backtrack quickly. “If that's a Creed no-go, it’s okay, but I figured I would at least offer. Then you don’t have to sulk down here by yourself for an additional half-hour on top of everything else.”

His helmet stared back at you, unmoving. You imagine him blinking beneath it and immediately you scold yourself for allowing your mind to trail off that way.

His voice is low through the modulator when he finally responds.

“No, it’s… that would be okay.” You nod.

“Okay. I’ll head up to the cockpit for now and you can just leave everything outside the door. I’ll come down in a few.” His helmet nods downwards at you and you turn, heading up the ladder as you make your way to the co-pilot’s chair.

You lose yourself to your thoughts for a while, before you hear a change in the water falling in the refresher, indicating that your Mandalorian had finally stepped in. You slowly made your way back down the ladder and face the pile of dull armor carefully arranged in front of the door. The visor of his helmet looked back at you from where it sat, making your chest feel uneasy - like you were looking at Din’s beheaded remains. 

As the discomfort settled over you and eventually dissipated, you realized that you couldn’t even picture what your Mandalorian might look like beneath the helmet. Of course, he was human, but you had no sense for him. Was he young? Old? You caught glimpses of his tanned skin when you helped him swap out a particularly dirty cape, but they were fleeting enough moments that your eyes didn’t have the chance to linger. His persona was grumpy enough - you had to peg him as late 30s or 40s so - but again, you really had no way to definitively tell. What color was his hair? His eyes? Did he shave? So many questions were swirling around in your brain frantically, and it quickly started to feelk, like a betrayal to him in the way you reeled over what he looked like.

“Kriff, alright…” you spoke aloud to yourself, trying desperately to silence your thoughts and figure out how to mentally behave once more. You pick up his helmet and head over to the cargo hold where you kept various towels and cleaning supplies. Taking out the bottle of metal polish that you had seen Din walking around with previously along with a stack of old rags, you sat down and got to work. 

It didn’t go particularly quickly, but you liked the monotony of scrubbing down each part, drying it off, spreading on some of the polish, and then buffing it out. Quickly, the helmet you held in your hands was back to its beautiful inky silver luster and you felt a smile creep onto your cheeks. 

This was your Mandalorian. This shiny, beautiful, dazzling, sparkling hunk of metal staring back at you from your lap. You stood, holding the helmet timidly in your hands, turning it over a few times to admire its craftsmanship. You’ve never paid attention to it this close, and you make note of the lack of any kind of scratch or dent in the perfectly chromed beskar. It was amazing, really, considering all he had been through since you started traveling with him, let alone since he put on the helmet.

You walk back over to the pile and place the helmet down carefully, picking up two more pieces of armor and repeating the process. You clean them, polish them, and then turn them over and over in your hands, casually appreciating the power of each piece, reveling in the knowledge that these hunks of shiny metal had saved the life of your Mandalorian time and time again. 

After switching out clean for dirty a few more times, you step back and take a look at the full pile of newly polished beskar in front of you. It really is a beautiful material, you note to yourself, keeping a close eye on the way it reflects the dim interiors of the Razor Crest back at you. You hear the water stream shut off from behind the refresher door and instinctively call out to him.

“Din?” You’re not sure what you’re waiting for, realizing that you just tried to make verbal contact with him, sans helmet. That had to be against the Creed, right? “I, uh… finished everything. It’s just outside the door, with a clean flight suit. I’m gonna head up to the cockpit now.” You turn, scuttling towards the ladder as quickly as possible, embarrassed at yourself for not thinking before speaking. 

You should’ve just left it and gone - he would’ve known that you’d shuffle your way out of the space as soon as possible after you were finished. 

Idiot, you think to yourself.

As you’re planting your right foot on the first rung of the ladder and tensing your muscles to hoist you up to the next, you hear a distinctly un-modulated baritone voice respond from behind the door and it steals the very breath from your lungs. 

“Thank you.”

[writing-rat]

Self Discovery

Pairings: Val Ortiz and Riley Andersen (Inside Out 2)

Content: Panic Attacks, Riley does need a hug, fluff, platonic

Summary: Riley figures out she might like women and panics. She asks Val for help.

WC: 1265

Riley had only been in the school for a month and she was loving it. She was in the Firehawks team too, having apologised to the coach for how she acted, to all her friends and also to the Firehawks. It had been anxiety-inducing but it was needed. Luckily she was accepted with open arms, coach Roberts not guaranteeing her a spot still but that was ok with Riley. As the Firehawks said, there was always next year. 

She was currently in her bedroom as she was doing homework and doom scrolling on her phone, mostly seeing the Firehawks posting about their new players. Riley decided to take a look through the post as she was swiping, seeing a photo of her. It was taken when she was with Val on the first day, her shoulders being held by the girl and welcoming her to the school. Just at the sight of the photo (even if it was cropped to not show Val), she felt butterflies in her stomach. She proceeded to look through the rest of the photos, no one sticking out. Putting her phone down, Riley continued with her homework, chewing on her own log before she got a notification. It was a text from Val in the Firehawks friend group. ‘Well done on joining Minnesota. Hopefully, you don’t hog the puck this time’ was the message. It was all jokey at least.

‘From now on, I’ll only steal from you’ Riley sent back, chuckling a bit as she was forgetting about her maths homework. She went back to doom scrolling on Instagram before she saw a notification and smiled. It was Val, she had posted on her Instagram and Riley was quick to have a look at the photo. The photo consisted of Val in her room. She was wearing her hockey jersey and shorts and gear with the caption ‘Mom said wear my most expensive thing to dinner. what do you all think?’. Riley smiled, noticing how fast the butterflies were moving in her stomach. That was when it hit. 

She liked women. 

The thought hit her like a speeding truck, her eyes widening as she felt the anxiety ride up in her stomach. She thought about when she ran into the captain during the first day of hockey camp, she thought about when they talked together, she thought about when they partied together and also how they hung out after school every now and then. She felt the panic also clench her heart, the thought of how her parents could react negatively. She wasn’t naive, she knew how homophobic people could be, hell even in high school. She could feel her breath starting to go, her heart racing. She tried to calm down like she did during the scrimmage but it was a stronger one, she knew it. Especially with the idea that her parents could kick her out, the Firehawks could even be homophobic and kick her out. She knew it had to be a lie, but it still didn’t stop her from panicking. 

Grabbing her phone, she clicked Val’s contact, shakily typing. ‘hlp. fsnt breagge. come qick’ the message read. Val lived close to her, closer than her best friends. She was panicking more after sending it, scared to out her crush by accident. It hit her like a train and she threw her phone into a pile of clothes in the corner. Her phone soon vibrated constantly, no doubt Val trying to call her. Riley was at her desk, bent over as she could feel the tears slipping out her eyes, clawing at her neck. She was also messing with her hair, trying to take deep breaths but it was impossible. Anxiety had trapped her heart and lungs, letting nothing in to save her.

After what felt like hours which was in actuality 4 minutes (usually it took 10 minutes but seemed to have ran), Val was inside her room, seeing Riley. It was familiar from the scrimmage, Val knew. Slowly walking over, she spoke. “Riley. It’s me. I’m here, can you hear me?” she spoke gently, not wanting to be too loud or quiet. Riley, in response, whimpered. “Let’s move you over to the bed,” Val added just as gently, carefully helping the girl up and sitting her down, seeing her irregular breathing pattern. It was a feeling Val knew all too well. She felt the pressure the first year of the Firehawks and it ended up with her having a panic attack one time. Her teammates and parents helped her out though so she knew what to do next time. She was just glad Riley trusted her to help. 

“Breathe in and out with me, ok?” Val asked, crouched down as she made eye contact with the girl sitting on the bed. She was looking down, embarrassed about the situation, making the attack worse. Riley eventually nodded, and Val started to do the breathing exercise. Riley followed her lead. Val didn’t care how long it would take to fully calm her down, she just wanted to be there for her. She was protective over her after all. It took about 6 minutes before Riley could speak. 

“I’m sorry,” she immediately spoke, tears still coming out, her voice coming out rasp. 

“It’s ok. These attacks happen sometimes. I’ve had a fair share myself,” Val reassured, sitting next to her. She noticed his Riley stiffened so she moved a little further and saw her relax. 

“I’m sorry if you were busy… I was being stupid,” Riley apologised.

“No, you weren’t. It’s good to ask for help, I’m glad you did,” Val praised. Riley felt her heart flutter at that. “Can I ask what caused it?” Val asked, wondering if she could help the younger out a little more. 

“I just… got overwhelmed…” Riley spoke, scared to say. Val understood. 

“OK. Do you want me to stay and help you with your homework? We could watch a show after and also your parents want your order for a pizza,” Val spoke, trying to distract her. Riley nodded. 

“Cheese pizza only, and can you stay for the night?” Riley asked. 

“Of course I can. I’ll tell your parents now about your choice too,” Val replied, clapping on Riley’s shoulder gently and she got up. “I’ll sleep on the floor,” she added.

“No! You can sleep on my bed. It would be rude of me to not offer the bed,” Riley panicked. 

“If you’re sure,” Val confirmed. Riley nodded.

“Of course I am… girls cuddle all the time right?” Riley asked, immediately regretting the last bit.

“Exactly,” Val responded, doing finger guns before she left. Riley bit at her lip, thinking while Val was gone. Val would want to know if she was cuddling someone who liked girls… right?

When Val entered the room, Riley came out. “I think I like girls, and I understand if you don’t want to share the bed anymore. I can sleep on the floor,” Riley rushed to speak. Val meanwhile widened her eyes. 

“Woah woah woah, Minnesota. It’s ok if you like girls, it’s just a journey of self-discovery so you don’t have to rush it. Of course, I’m still happy sharing a bed. I like girls too, and only girls after all,” Val chuckled. “My friends don’t mind,” she added. Riley sighed in relief. “If you need help finding out if you actually like girls, ask me,” Val added. Riley nodded. 

She had someone she could trust she decided, and she was happy she did. Maybe this journey wouldn’t be as hard then…

[p-artsypants]

Home (2)

When Astrid goes missing after a patrol, all seems hopeless for her return. That is, until an unexpected ally appears with a ‘token of goodwill’. Astrid!Whump

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It took hours. Maybe it was as painful as the torture had been. But this time, she was afforded breaks to gather her strength when it became too much. Hiccup hoped that she would pass out at some point and he could work without hurting her more, but she was just too tough. 

It spoke volumes to him that she didn’t need to be held down. She occasionally moved a limb, just a twitch, but she mostly stayed still on her own. 

She was simply too weak to fight. 

Once finished with the front, he very carefully worked on turning her over. Her back was ripped open, raw and split. 

Hiccup stood frozen, staring at the massive wound, just trying to figure out where to start. It was too big to stitch and unfair to cauterize. Thankfully, it wasn’t bleeding the worst, and the edges were scabbed over. 

He carefully washed the wound. “Honey,” the tender nickname rolled out without thought, “this might hurt…” 

“Like the rest hasn’t?” She sobbed. 

“I know, I know…but I’m going to clean this and then put a salve on it. Then it’s just going to get bandaged, unfortunately.” 

“I trust you,” she squeaked. 

And that almost made it worse. Because she trusted him, he wanted to make it as painless as possible, but it just wasn’t going to happen. 

From the med kit, he mixed up a new batch of astringent made up of honey, garlic, and some mead that had been fermented longer than usual, the kind that was really strong, but didn’t taste good. This mixture was the kind Hiccup went to whenever he had to dress wounds. It provided good results, so he was at least half confident in it. 

Being the viking with the missing leg and accident prone often made him default healer for wounds. Fishlegs was the one with a knowledge of teas and remedies for illnesses. 

At times like this, Hiccup wished he had apprenticed under Gothi instead of Gobber. 

He crushed the garlic up with a mortar and pestle and added it to the sticky liquid. 

“At least it smells good,” Astrid said weakly. “Can I have a sip of that mead?” 

“It doesn’t taste good,” he reminded. 

“I don’t really care.” 

Hiccup slid an arm under her, by her upper waist. Then he pulled her to lean against him so she could drink. 

She took a long gulp, exhaling harshly with a hiss. “That’ll help.” 

He hummed. “I’m sure it will.” 

Once done, he took the mead from her and eased her back to lay on her stomach. 

“Alright…” he dipped a rag in the tonic. “Here we go…” 

At first, Astrid just whimpered. But once Hiccup saw bubbles, he knew it was going to get worse. 

Astrid buried her face in his pillow and started screaming. 

The sound made Hiccup pause as his heart broke. 

“Keep going!” She sobbed. “Just do it and get it over with!” 

So Hiccup bit his lip and kept going, dabbing a generous amount of the medicine into the wound. He worked as quickly as possible without rushing it. 

She had been doing so well. So strong, so brave, but now, when her strength was failing, she dissolved into violent, heart wrenching wails. 

“I’m sorry,” he sniffed, saturating the rag. “I’m so sorry.”

“Hiccup!” She screamed. “You owe me for this!” 

“I know.” 

Once finished with that wound, Hiccup set the tools aside and attempted to comfort her as best he could, only really able to pet her hair and kiss her temple. 

“I’m sorry, I know that had to hurt but I couldn’t let it—“ 

“I know,” she squeaked, still wincing from the burning, stinging pain. 

“I’m almost done, I think. I’m not confident in my abilities with broken bones, so unfortunately your leg is going to have to wait for Gothi.” 

“My…legs…” 

“Yes, I know it hurts. But Fishlegs can make you some pain relive—“ 

“No,” she sobbed. “My legs, the back of them! Look!” 

Hiccup had left the wool blanket on her lower half while he worked on the wound on her back, to keep her warm and to give her a sense of privacy. He hadn’t looked. Hadn’t thought it was appropriate to look at her butt. But now, he realized he should have.

He swallowed thickly as he pulled the blanket all the way off and studied the gore. 

The same horrible, split, raw, oozing skin was present. Well, lack of skin. Her butt, thighs, and all the way down her calves were just like her back. 

“Astrid…” he felt the tears spring to his eyes. “Wha…how…?” He wasn’t sure we wanted to know. 

“Whipping,” she whispered. “With a cane. It was their favorite. They started at my back…” 

Now that she said it, he did realize that the farther down, the wounds got fresher. 

“They know how long to hit, where, how often…to keep you from dying, and make you suffer the most.” 

He took the wet rag and gently started to clean, but the wound was already sticky from her blood trying to clot. 

“Damnit,” he growled. “I don’t—I can’t—“ 

He had to put more of the astringent on, but the pain it caused her…

“Do it,” she demanded, pounding her fist on the table. “Just…it’ll hurt, but it’ll make me better, right?” 

“Yeah,” he breathed. Then he breathed again, and again. 

Why was he steeling himself? He wasn’t the one being slathered in liquid fire. But…

This was Astrid, and he was hurting her. 

“Shit,” he growled. Then he grabbed the bowl and saturated a new cloth. 

As he started dabbing on her rear, she flexed and winced in pain, but didn’t scream. She obviously handled it better there than on her back. 

Then, he touched her thigh. This sent the worst scream he’d ever heard in his life through his skull. 

“Stop! Stop please!” She wailed. “I don’t know anything, please!” 

Hiccup instantly pulled the rag away. Instead, he took the water skin and dribbled some cold water where he had applied the salve, hoping to dilute it. 

Astrid breathed a rattling breath for a long time, not speaking, not being able to. 

“Hiccup?” Fishlegs asked from the door. “Is she…?”

“She’ll be okay. The salve is…causing her some discomfort.” 

He hummed from the door, not convinced, but not pushing. “I’m working on a pain reliever. And then I’m going to make dinner.” 

“She’ll need it, thank you.” 

“F-Fishy?” Astrid whispered. “Is that you? I can’t see you…” 

“I’m in the doorway, Astrid,” he said calmly. “Kinda down by your feet.” 

“You’re making me something? Some tea? I love your tea…” 

Fishlegs swallowed hard. Astrid had always gratefully taken tea when he made it, as did most of the riders. But she never said she loved it. 

“Oh, yeah…I’m making a special one. Just for you. It might not taste good, but it should make you feel better.” 

“That’s so nice…” 

Fishlegs cleared his throat and attempted to leave but Hiccup stopped him. “Wait…”

“Yeah?” 

“I hate to ask this but…” 

Fishlegs guessed where this was going. “You need me to hold her down?” 

“Her legs. Especially the broken one. We can’t let her make it worse. This is the last bit I have to treat, but because of its location, she’s not taking the alcohol well. I think infection might be setting in.” 

Fishlegs whimpered. 

“If there’s anyone she’d trust to hold her still, it’s you.” 

“Ohhh don’t put that on me!” He cried. Still, he fully entered the hut and came and stood at the foot of the bed. “But I know you’re right.” 

Hiccup gave him a smile, then brushed his fingers over Astrid’s waist. “Astrid, do you need something to bite down on? Would that help?”

She whimpered an affirmative. 

From his scrap drawer, he found a small piece of leather and brought it up to her mouth. She bit down, anticipation already thrumming through her veins. 

“Alright,” he took the salve soaked rag again. “Let’s do this and get it over with. Astrid, you’ve got this. It’s nothing compared to what you’ve been through.” He started slathering the medicine on and felt her trembling underneath him, even with Fishlegs holding her legs. “Remember when you and Snotlout collided in mid-air and you dislocated your arm? The only screaming you did then was at Snotlout. You even tried to hit him with your bad arm, like it was a new weapon for you.” 

Astrid let out a scream, though muffled, as he hit a particularly nasty spot. She beat her fist on the table. 

“You’ve taken plenty of hits. This? This is nothing.” He was trying to reassure her, though he knew it had to be horribly painful. “You’re tougher than dragon hide. You’re going to be just fine.”��

She made a noise that made the tears he was holding back fall. 

“Just fine.” 

By the end of it, Hiccup was drenched in her blood. The table had a small puddle that had dripped down onto the floor. The wood was stained red. 

“And that should be the last of it,” Hiccup declared, pulling taut the last stitch on the bottom of her foot. 

Astrid whimpered, now the pins and needles and lightheadedness of blood loss setting in. 

“Thanks for your help, Fishlegs.” 

“N-no problem,” Fish responded, desperately trying to wipe the tears from his face. He had silently sobbed through the whole thing, his tender heart feeling Astrid’s sobs as his own. “Always happy to help.” 

“I’ll get her bandaged up. If you could finish that pain reliever…” 

“You don’t have to tell me twice,” he chuckled humorlessly. He took Astrid’s hand and squeezed it once. “You’re going to be fine, Astrid. That might have hurt, but it would have been so much worse if we didn’t do that.” 

“Uh huh…” she murmured. 

Fishlegs gave Hiccup a look, concerned, but opted to leave and get back to work on his medicine. 

“Now,” Hiccup said softly, “I have to figure out how to bandage you up. It also won’t be a pleasant experience.” 

Astrid didn’t respond.

“Astrid?” He touched her hair. “Sweetheart?” What was with these affectionate nicknames? It was like seeing her so fragile made him want to address her as gently as possible. 

“I heard you,” she breathed. “I’m awake.” 

He sighed in relief. “Okay, just…just checking.” 

He looked over the collection of bandages Snotlout had left. There was a lot, but Hiccup feared it wouldn’t be enough.

He went to his clothing chest and picked through the tunics he had. Most of them had Toothless’ saliva stains in them. While he often had Toothless drool in the twins or Snotlout’s medicine when they were ill, he actually didn’t know if it was wise to have dragon spit on an open wound. 

Then he found his nice white silk tunic. Only used for special occasions, it was clean and folded neatly at the bottom of the chest. 

And perfect for what he needed. 

He took a pair of shears and cut it into several pieces. The torso into two pieces to cover her back and buttock, and the sleeves into long pieces for her thighs. Then, as he remembered from months of wound care on his own leg, he dipped the silk in salt water, rung it out, and laid it on top of the wounds. 

She winced again, but not as harshly. Either because the honey made a barrier, or she was in so much pain, it didn’t really make a difference. 

Then he started wrapping her up. Legs first, because he could lift them on his own. Then he helped her onto her knees so he could wrap around her hips. Then finally, he helped her sit up and he wrapped her torso. Though sitting, she leaned forward and hung her head, swaying as he worked. 

“There, all wrapped.” He tied the last bit of bandage up. “Well, for now. We’ll probably have to redo all of this when Gothi gets here.” 

Astrid nodded, then started to list forward.

Hiccup caught her around the waist. “Don’t move,” he soothed. “Let me take care of you.” 

“I…I feel so weak,” she cried. 

“I’m sure.” He took her mostly stained blanket and draped it over a chair by his wash basin. Then he scooped her up and brought her over to sit. “I’ll make this quick, but I’m sure you’d like to get cleaned up.” 

She nodded mutely, leaning back against the chair. 

He worked quickly but carefully, scrubbing her skin of the dried blood that clung. Once cleaned, he dried her, and then carried her up to his bed. 

“H-Hiccup,” she grabbed at him. 

“It’s okay, it’s okay.” 

“Don’t leave me.” 

He pulled the clean covers up and over her prone form. “I was just going to go see if they’ve made any food. You really need to eat something.” 

Her lip trembled. 

“Now don’t look at me like that,” he cooed, running his thumb over her cheek. “You’re totally safe.” 

“I…I don’t want to be alone.” 

Hiccup gnawed at his cheek, torn between what was good for her, and what she wanted. He snapped his fingers. “I got it! I’ll be back in just a second. I’m not even leaving the hut.” 

He hurried down the stairs and then whistled for Toothless out the door. He didn’t even need to, since the dragon was right there, waiting patiently. 

“Can you go get one of the others? Preferably Fishlegs?” 

Toothless’ tongue lolled out out his mouth before he bounded off to fetch one of the riders.

“There,” Hiccup declared, climbing the stairs. “Those dunderheads can make themselves useful for once.” 

Astrid just continued to look at him, her lip quivering. “Did…I do that?” She pointed at him. 

He looked down, noticing from chest to knees, he was covered in blood. Her blood. 

“Whoa. Uh…well, I think it looks worse than it is.” 

Fishlegs appeared around the corner, peeking through the open door. He called up to the loft, “Hiccup? Did you need something?” 

Hiccup stood at the edge, revealing the huge red stain on his clothes. “Yeah, have you had the chance to make dinner? I think Astrid is ready for something.” 

Fishlegs swallowed as he noticed all the blood, but he gave a shaky smile. “Oh she’s all stitched up? How is she?” 

Hiccup looked back to Astrid, who had half-lidded eyes, but looked loads better than when he first saw her. “Tired, dizzy, drained. But better.” 

“Good! Good…I’ll um, I’ll just go get that soup then.” He pointed awkwardly towards the clubhouse before disappearing. 

Hiccup took the opportunity to change out of the bloody clothes and into something clean. He may be able to clean or re-stain the leather, but the shirt and pants underneath were a lost cause. He peeled the crusty clothes off, only to find light blood stains all the way down to his skin. Maybe it was just as bad as it looked. 

Astrid watched him, with droopy eyes. “You’re hot.” She blurted, her voice slurred. 

Hiccup didn’t even realize she was watching him. “Uh, thanks?” He hurried to throw on clean pants and a shirt, and then went to kneel at her bedside. He rested a hand on her forehead, easily able to tell she had a fever. It wasn’t surprising, seeing the infections he had tried to clean up. 

“That feels nice…” she breathed, closing her eyes slowly. 

“And the rest of you is cold?” 

“Mmmmhmm.” 

He nodded in understanding. Going back to his chest, he found an old tunic that had softened from time. It would be too big for her, but that would probably be best with the wounds. He brought it over for her, bunching it up so it was easier to put on. 

“Here,” he stated. “Put this on.” 

Weakly, she pushed herself up to sit. Hiccup lifted her up with a hand between her shoulders. The blanket she wore fell off of her and exposed her. His eyes flicked down, an instinct for a man, but he wasn’t particularly excited about what he saw. The deep cuts and bruises around her ribs that he could see between the bandages made him feel guilty. Guilty he couldn't find her sooner. Guilty that she had waited for him. Guilty that his decisions had allowed this to happen to her. 

He eased her arms into the sleeves and then pulled the shirt down over her head. 

“Hmmm,” she whispered. “Smells like Hiccup.” 

“Good smell?”

“Smells like home.” 

His breath hitched in his chest. She had said something like that earlier. When Viggo told her that she was home, she immediately asked for him. 

Well, he had been a constant in her life for many years now. It was rare they went a day without seeing each other. And if anything Viggo said was true, Astrid had a high opinion of him. He was an accessory to the familiar, a part of the thing that she called home. 

He tucked the blanket around her legs. “Let me get you another blanket from downstairs, and maybe some more pillows to prop you up so you aren’t laying on your back.” He placed a hand on the bed to push up, but Astrid grabbed his wrist. 

“Please…don’t leave.” 

“I’m not, I’m just going down the steps.” 

Tears gathered in her eyes, as she shuttered with a sob. 

“Astrid…” he settled to kneel again. “It’s okay.” 

The tears fell freely as her grip tightened. It still wasn’t very strong, but it kept Hiccup solidly in place. “I…I can’t…” She reached both of her hands up and touched his face. Once hand drifted over the stubble on his jaw, the other pet his fluffy bangs from his forehead. “I-I-I can’t…not one more minute.” 

He frowned, confused. “You can’t what? I’m afraid I’m not following.” 

“I can’t be apart from you. Not anymore. Not for another moment.” Her tears rolled faster now. “I just want to be home.” 

“You are home,” he insisted. 

She nodded, frantic. “With you!”

It clicked then. How he had been so stupid to not understand it earlier, he’d never know. Viggo was fairly obvious, and he still hadn’t gotten it. 

But he didn’t want to have this revelation with her now, not while she was feverish and panicking. She wouldn’t want that. 

“I see,” he said softly. He took her hand that rested on his cheek and raised it to his lips to kiss her callus palm. Holding her hand, he could now tell some of her fingers were broken, though not as bad as her leg. He kissed each one. “I’ll stay right here.” 

Fishlegs returned a moment later, a tray with a fresh waterskin, bowls, and a canister of soup. “Here we are!” 

“Fishlegs…” Astrid said, her voice full of warmth. 

“Hi Astrid…you are looking better.” He brought the tray over to the bedside table. 

“You should go hold her hand,” Hiccup said quietly. “She…needs grounding. If she can touch you, she knows you’re real.” 

Fishlegs understood the assignment as he knelt by Astrid’s side. He took her hand in both of his and very gently rubbed the back of her hand. “It’s good to have you home.” 

Astrid let a few tears fall. “I missed you, Fishlegs. It was so quiet there…I missed hearing you fill the silence with all sorts of fun things.” 

“I’m going to take that as a compliment instead of the insinuation that I talk too much.” He chuckled. “It wasn’t until you were gone that I really realized it was only you and Hiccup that listened to me…and Hiccup was pretty withdrawn, so it was lonely.” 

“Withdrawn?” She whispered, small and sad. 

“Yeah,” Fishlegs glanced at Hiccup, who didn’t indicate to shut up. “He was pretty devastated. He spent most of his time caring for Stormfly.” 

Her eyes widened, and she gripped both of the boys as hard as possible. “Stormfly? My Stormfly is okay? She’s here?”

“Yeah!” Fishlegs cheered. “And she looks great!” 

“She’s still grounded,” Hiccup insisted. “As are you, Missy. Until I say so.” 

“I’m not going anywhere.” Astrid shook her head. “I can’t even walk. Even if my leg wasn’t broken.” 

“Aww, you’ll be up soon!” Fishlegs argued. “Right Hiccup?” 

“Definitely. Hobbling around on crutches within the week.” 

She smiled at him. “That’s a sweet thought…but I don’t think so.” 

It made Hiccup sad that she didn’t seem determined to get up and at it like she used to. But he didn’t let it show as he turned to the tray of food. “Are you hungry?” 

“Not really…” 

“Too bad. You’re going to eat some soup. Even if it’s just some broth.”

After her taxing ordeal getting her wounds treated, Astrid was a model patient, in a way she had never been before. Many a time, she would get hurt and Hiccup would ground her, with no success. She would protest and bicker with him until whatever threat had caused her injury was taken care of. Then she would relax for at least a little while. 

The exception was when they had been out doing drills in the forest and Snotlout had Hookfang ram her and Stormfly, knocking them out of the air. The collision caused a sprained ankle and some bruising. Hiccup was going to demand she rest until the sprain healed, but instead, killed two birds with one stone and had Snotlout carry Astrid around. On day one, Snotlout complained about it, and even started throwing Astrid over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. But then the next day, he announced he was treating it like strength training, and carried her piggyback for two weeks. She had gone along with Hiccup’s wishes at the time, because she felt punishing Snotlout was more important. She even developed a healthier bond with Snotlout. 

But Hiccup wondered if she’d even be excited to get out of bed this time. 

He had her drink all the broth in the stew, plus a few carrots and a piece of beef. Then she determined she was full, nauseous even. 

Hiccup would have his own serving in a moment, but asked Fishlegs, “could you stay with her for a little bit?” 

Astrid’s eyes went wide as she dug her nails into Hiccup’s flesh. 

“Hey,” he soothed. “I know, you don’t want to be away from me. But I gotta use the bathroom and feed Toothless.” 

Her mouth trembled. 

“Then I’ll come back, and stay with you all night. Honestly, I’d glue myself to you if I could, but I have to have a few minutes here and there to take care of things so I can better focus on you. Is that fair?” 

Astrid glanced away, clearly mulling it over. She bit her lip as her eyes watered. 

“Fishlegs will be with you until I get back. You won’t be alone. You’ll never be alone.” 

She looked back at him. “Would you…kiss me before you go?” 

His eyes blew wide in shock. “Uuuhhh…” 

“Please?” She whispered, practically begging. “It will make being away from you easier.” 

He certainly didn’t know what to say to that. She was probably right. He did want to kiss her. He’d wanted to for years, even before she kissed him. 

And speaking of that…

“Okay,” he whispered back. Gently, as not to hurt her, he knocked his knuckles against her shoulder. A soft tap, really. “That’s for having me worried sick.” 

A weak smile began to form on her lips. 

He leaned in and pressed a soothing kiss to her chapped lips. It was more than a peck, lasting several seconds. Then he pulled away and said, “that’s for hanging on long enough to come home.” 

“Thank you.” 

Hiccup heard a gleeful squeak and flicked his gaze to Fishlegs, who had been so quiet he forgot he was there. Fishlegs was grinning madly, blushing, and held his cheeks. 

“That was so cute!” 

“Oh hush.” Hiccup rolled his eyes. 

Astrid let go of Hiccup’s arm, though it looked like it was almost painful to do so. 

“Just a few minutes,” he insisted. “I promise.” And he hurriedly left so he could return. 

His face still burned and his lips tingled. He had always pictured his first real kiss with Astrid to be perfect. Maybe at sunset, maybe in the rain…never while she was clinging to life. He couldn’t blame her though. If what she said about being home with him was true…

Then she needed every bit of him she could get. 

He was thankful for the kiss though. He was prepared to spend his time in the outhouse sobbing uncontrollably as everything hit him, but because of the soft touch of her lips, he walked out with a smile.

Hiccup did his business, and then made his way to the clubhouse to check in with the others. Just a quick chat to make sure everyone was on the same page, then it was off to the storehouse to gather fish for Toothless. 

“Hey,” he called, entering the clubhouse. 

Snotlout, Viggo, and the twins were there, all very quiet. They looked at him in surprise. 

“Whoa, didn’t expect to see you away from Astrid for another week,” said Tuff. “How is she? Snotlout said it’s really bad.” 

“It is pretty bad,” Hiccup admitted. “You guys are welcome to come see her if you want. She’s…as stable as she can be, I suppose. Gothi will know more when she gets here. She’s awake, but very weak. She’s acting a lot different than you’ll remember. She’s very soft and afraid.”

“What about you?” Ruff asked. “How are you holding up?”

He actually managed a tiny smile. “I’ll be fine. Now that Astrid’s home, I’m feeling a lot like my old self again.”  

Viggo didn’t say anything, choosing to wait until spoken to. 

“Did you get medical attention?” Hiccup asked him. 

“No,” Viggo replied. “Though, my wounds were not as grievous or numerous as Astrid’s. I was willing to wait for help until she was taken care of.” 

“Well,” Hiccup stretched his back slightly. “She’s having a hard time being away from me. But if you’re willing to come back to my hut, I’ll see what I can do.” 

Viggo stood. “I would appreciate it.” 

“Meet me up there. I’m going to get some dinner for Toothless.” 

—

When Hiccup returned, everyone was there. Fishlegs had given up his seat to Ruffnut, who was oddly doing Astrid’s nails. Tuffnut sat at the end of the bed, massaging Astrid’s feet. Snotlout sat next to him, resigned and trying not to stare at Astrid. 

Viggo sat in a chair next to where Hiccup had been. 

“And you wanna know what I said to him? I told him he was full of Yak dung. That’s what!” Ruffnut bragged. 

“I still beat your stupid boar race,” Snotlout muttered. 

Hiccup ascended the stairs, only to catch Astrid’s attention. She reached for him. “Hiccup…” 

“I’m back!” He smiled before taking his seat. “That wasn’t too long, was it?” He held her hand and kissed her palm. 

Tears formed in her eyes. “Please don’t go again…” 

“I’m not. I’m all yours.” 

Astrid sighed in relief.

“But…Viggo needs medical attention. I’ll be right here, but turned away, alright?” 

Astrid simply nodded and took hold of his shirt instead. She twisted the hem around in her fingers until she had a tight hold on him. 

“Snotlout, can you bring the med kit up here, please?” 

“With pleasure!” Snotlout bounded down the stairs, only to return a moment later, looking even more sick. “You didn’t warn me about the table…” 

“Yeah,” Hiccup winced. “I might need to get a new one.” 

Viggo scooted his chair closer and turned so his empty arm socket was facing him. “This is my worst wound. I don’t know if you can do anything, but it would be appreciated.” 

Hiccup winced as he removed the bandages. The wrap around it wasn’t much, but the actual wound had been stuffed with a rag. He took the forceps out and started pulling. The rag was saturated with dried, hard blood, making it stick to Viggo’s skin. 

Hiccup grit his teeth and went for a pair of shears. “This is going to be unpleasant.” 

Snotlout looked green. “Is there anything I can do that would take me out of this room?” 

“In fact…I need more honey and garlic for my astringent. Can you or Fishlegs gather some?” 

“Yes! Yes I can do that! Come on, Fishface, let’s go get some honey and onions!” 

“Garlic, Snotlout!” Fishlegs shouted back. 

“You two staying?” Hiccup glanced at the twins. 

“Definitely. This is way cool! Hey, if you see his ribs, you should carve your initials into one. Or my initials. Or both! T.T. and H.H.!”

“Why?” Viggo asked, grimacing in pain and disgust. 

“I always thought it would be cool to have my initials on someone’s ribs. Like, no one else would have that, right?” 

“I’m not going to carve anyone’s initials on Viggo’s ribs,” Hiccup said sternly. 

Astrid let out a tiny laugh.

“See? Astrid thinks you should do it. It would be funny.” 

“I fail to see the humor you are trying to present,” Viggo said, then hissed as Hiccup cut away a piece of infected flesh. 

“Sorry Viggo.” Sorry Viggo. What a short, but bizarre sentence.

Eventually, Hiccup worked the rag free and the wound started oozing blood again. He uncapped the mead and doused a cloth in it, then started dabbing the wound. 

Viggo cried out in pain and swore. 

“Whoa, you kiss your mother with that mouth?” Tuff asked. 

“My mother is dead, you twit!”

“Awesome, background lore unlocked! Very nice!”  

Because of the way the wound had been packed, Viggo was lucky to have his skin stretched enough to be stitched. 

As he was halfway done, Fishlegs returned with the garlic, honey, and a bundle of yellow flowers. “Hiccup! I just remembered I had ‘Balm of the Warriors Wound’ growing in my spice garden. I’m going to ground it up for you.” 

“Great, where’s Snotlout?” 

“He’s making some more into tea, I collected a bunch of herbs to help with inflammation.” 

“Great, thanks.” 

“I’ve used Balm of the Warriors Wound before. Works wonders,” said Viggo. “Smells like pine. Tastes like soap.” 

“Well, you might not be drinking it.” 

Maybe an hour later, Hiccup finished with Viggo’s shoulder, and began to apply the astringent over top. 

“Oh I see. You won’t put my initials on his ribs, but you’ll put yours on his armpit?” 

Hiccup looked at Tuff strangely, then at Viggo’s wound. “What are you talking about? That’s clearly an ‘X’.” 

“I don’t know. I think it’s a rather shapely H, if you ask me.” 

“What?” Asked Ruff. “That’s clearly the Greek letter ‘chi’.” 

“Which is also an ‘X’,” added Hiccup, with a sigh. “What’s next, Viggo?” 

“Nothing else that needs your attention, I’m afraid.” He smiled. “But if you could spare some of that tonic and some bandages, I think I can get the rest.” 

“With one arm?” 

“I’ve gotten pretty good at it already. You’d be surprised.” 

“Really. Good for you.” Hiccup packed up the kit and gave it over. “And trust me on this, the mead in there? Doesn’t taste good.” 

“Did you get curious?”

“Snotlout did, and then proceeded to trick all of us into tasting it.” 

Viggo gathered up the kit in his arm and stood, slowly, weakly. “You all seem to have a lot of fun around here. I’m a little jealous.” 

“Oh yeah, we’re a ton of fun. Hiccup’s a total killjoy though. He enjoys ruining people’s fun, actually. Really gets his rocks off.” 

“I do not!” 

“Do to! You always take Boar Pit rights away!” 

“Because you guys get distracted from work!” 

“See?” Tuff turned to Viggo, and thumbed at Hiccup. “Total killjoy.” 

Viggo let out a short laugh. “Is there a place I can go to treat my wounds in private? I assume Snotlout is cowering from the gore in the clubhouse.” 

Hiccup hesitated for a moment, then offered, “you can use Astrid’s hut, right?” 

Astrid was still ever so slightly awake, just hanging onto Hiccup with her eyes closed. “...yes.” She murmured. 

Almost daily, Hiccup would go into Astrid’s hut and just stand there. It was close to feeling her presence, even though there was still so much missing. Over time, her smell faded, only to be replaced by stale air and dust. 

Eventually, Hiccup had cleaned it up. Dusting and putting everything away. He tidied it up so that everything would be in perfect order for when she came back. 

So Viggo wouldn’t disrupt anything sacred or stumble onto Astrid’s secrets, but Hiccup had still wanted Astrid to be the first one back in there. 

No, it didn’t matter anymore. Because Astrid was here, in his bed, holding onto him. Asking him to stay, asking him to hold her, asking him to kiss her. 

After Viggo departed, the Twins weren’t far behind. They left with suggestive hand gestures in Hiccup’s direction, but he knew they only meant well. 

His door shut, and they were alone again. 

“Hiccup…” Astrid whined.

“Yeah?” He leaned over her. 

“You didn’t eat your dinner.” 

He smirked. “No, I suppose I didn’t.” 

“You should.” 

“I will. Do you want more?” 

She shook her head. “My stomach hurts.” 

Hiccup frowned, and then felt her face. She was still burning hot to the touch. 

What else could he do? What medicines could he fetch? What treatment, what ritual chants, what god did he pray to? 

Astrid lay still, her breath rattling in her chest. 

She wasn’t getting any better. 

A sob tore out of Hiccup’s throat as he hung his head, pressing it to her chest. “I’m so sorry.” 

The hand that held his shirt tightened, making him sit up to look at her.

“I’m not gonna die,” she croaked, more of a whisper than a voice. “So you aren’t rid of me yet, got it?” 

Hiccup wiped his face. “Of course. I should know better.” 

“But…what comes after ‘not dying’…well, that I don’t know.” 

“Like I said; wherever you want to be. I’ll be with you, I’ll take care of you.” 

“…even back to Berk?” 

“Absolutely back to Berk.” 

“What about…a secluded island?” 

“You got it. Point to it on the map.” 

She smirked at him. “Got you. You’re going to be chief of Berk one day.” 

“I’ll give the chiefdom to Snotlout. He’s been dying for it for years.” 

She chuckled weakly. “Now I know you’re messing with me.” 

He held her hand, running his thumb over her knuckles. “I’ll build you a little house, perched up on the cliffs by the Great Hall. It’ll have a great big porch for Stormfly to come and go from. You’ll have a loft, just like here, and your bed will look over the sea. You’ll be able to watch every sunset and then fall asleep when it goes dark. And I’ll build a little roll out cot so I can sleep nearby.” 

Astrid frowned. “Why not just make a big bed that we can share?” 

“Th-that is doable…I just…didn’t know if I should be the one to suggest it.” 

She sighed a horrible breath that wheezed as it came out.

Hiccup leaned in again, searching her face for any sign of pain as now was instinct when he heard that noise. 

There was a knock at the door. “Hiccup? I brought tea!” Said Fishlegs. 

“Come on up!” 

Fishlegs had a kettle with him, billowing steam into the dark room. “I hope it tastes good. It’s got a lot of different herbs in it. Some of them don’t pair too well.” 

Hiccup slid his arm under Astrid and helped her sit up against the headboard while Fishlegs filled a cup and brought it over to her. 

Astrid wrapped her hands around the cup, but Fishlegs didn’t let go, so she didn’t spill. She drank the hot mixture down, letting the warmth spread through her feverish body. The taste was intense, and lingered on the tongue. So many flavors like mint, anise, soap, and something burnt. 

“Feel okay?” Hiccup asked, hand still around her back. 

“I…it’s hard to tell. My stomach doesn’t hurt as much.” 

“Another?” Fishlegs gestured to the cup. 

She nodded. 

She gulped down another cup of the strange tea, and then winced. “Ugh, now I feel bloated.” 

“That’s okay, it should go away,” Hiccup comforted. “Now you should just rest.” She opened her mouth and he hushed her. “And yes, I will stay. I’m not going anywhere.” 

Wordlessly, Fishlegs got up and fetched another pillow and blanket and brought them over for them. 

“Thanks.” 

“No problem, uh…do you need anything else?” 

Hiccup glanced at Astrid to answer. 

“No,” she looked back at Hiccup. “I have everything I need.” 

Hiccup blushed as Fishlegs let out a squeal of delight. 

“Don’t latch the door on the way out,” Hiccup told him. “That way Toothless can come and go…and fetch one of you if we need something.” 

“Okay Hiccup, I get it,” Fishlegs stood and gathered the bowls and cups. “I can tell when someone wants alone time.” 

“That’s not—!” 

“Kidding! I’m kidding!” He smiled as he started towards the stairs. “I’m just happy for you guys. Happy Astrid’s home.” 

“I’m happy too, Fishy.” Astrid sighed. 

Once Fishlegs left, Hiccup helped Astrid lay down, and turn on her side so she wasn’t straining her wounds. He laid beside her, exhausted. 

“...hold me?” She squeaked. 

He nodded, and readjusted to slide against her. He wriggled his arm under her neck and gently pulled her close. “How’s that?” 

She breathed a soft sigh across his chest as her hand rested on his tummy. “It’s perfect.”

“How’s your other arm?”

She wiggled her fingers down by their thighs, showing it was trapped between them. “‘Sfine,” she yawned. 

“Okay,” he yawned back. “Then we’ll just rest here, like this. Let me know if you need anything, okay?” 

Astrid’s soft snores were his reward. She was comfortable enough to fall asleep.

She was here, alive, curled up beside him. 

Hiccup leaned in and pressed a kiss to her hair. She smelled bad. Unbathed for months, skin seeped in old blood, sweat, infection, and whatever filth she was forced to wallow in. 

But he didn’t care. She was Astrid, and she was here.

[yall-batman-fanfic]

Angels and Demons (Halloween Special) Part 2/3:  Justice League Dark x Magician!Reader

Synopsis: With Batman gone with Constantine and Zatanna, Vivian is left in Gotham, alone and vulnerable as the darkness creeps closer. Will the Justice League Dark come back just in time before she's taken by the darkness?

~ Hours Earlier ~

Ritchie Simpson is a dying man.

If the Shrouds were not a dead-giveaway – as Boston Brand told him of the presence at the man’s front door – then it was the sight of him skinny and sickly. Vivian told him that Ritchie got the cancer from their last encounter decades ago, during that night that had her turn away from dark magic. It was a surprise to see him alive still. Magic, maybe, he thought, trying hard to find logic in this case. 

He tried to make sense with magic, but still how Vivian makes it seem logical was beyond his understanding sometimes. 

“It’s like science, Bruce,” Vivian laughed when she tried to explain to him some cold case decades ago which she said involved magic. “Even magic has limits and traces, and strings that brings you to the truth. But only those who know how to use it and find it can find the answers.”

Bruce sighed then and told her, “I love you, you know that, but I really, really can’t,” he laughed at their long attempt of him trying to figure out how the cold case happened and was solved by magic users – not officially, but everyone in the magical realm seams to know what happened in that particular case.

Vivian laid beside him on the floor where they’ve created the murder map and told him, “The Batman’s gotta have some things he doesn’t know. Nothing to be ashamed of with that.”

“I know,” Bruce turned to her and just took in the sight of her beautiful face with her cheek squished against her arm, her brown eyes looking at him lovingly, and her auburn hair sprawled above her like fire. “But magic isn’t always the answer to these cases, though.”

“No, it’s not. The criminally insane doesn’t need magic as an excuse,” she shrugged. “Even I sometimes forget about it and jump to your science.”

How he wished that were the case now. But this case showed no sign of there being any science or logic. Everything that was happening had puppeteers pulling the magical strings. The question is: who?

Entering the home of Ritchie Simpson, the first thing that caught his eye was the photo on the mantle. A group of teenagers posing for the camera. There were two guys in the photo, one he guessed was Ritchie, and then at the farther right was a young woman with red hair, wearing a red coat over the jeans and some rock-band t-shirt. Vivian. Then beside her with an arm around her shoulder was John. It was obvious with the blond hair and the arrogant look on his face.

“You poor thing,” Zatanna held Ritchie’s cheek. 

“The last time we talked, well things were going downhill. Sorry about that,” Ritchie said. “Remember this, Johnny?” Ritchie gestured to the photo. 

“Hard to forget,” John muttered.

“Did you know little Vivian is now married to this billionaire in Gotham, Bruce Wayne? The little spit-fire is moving up in the world, huh?” Ritchie chuckled.

“Aye, heard about it, read it. Has she reached out to you, though?”

“Nah… I think that really was the last time, but she did send me this one.” Ritchie showed Vivian’s first book and a note written at the front saying: I’m sorry. “Then that’s it. She didn’t even have a return address to it. When she said she’s never wanting to see us, she meant it, didn’t she?”

“Right…” John glanced at Batman and saw the vigilante’s intense stare at him.

Ritchie sighed. “This means a lot to me, John. And hey, you don’t have to say it… I forgive you… I’m still wondering what Batman’s doing in my living room… when’s he gonna shut up? Right?” He laughed. “What, what’s with the face? You’re not here to apologize are you?”

“Of course, I am… but I also wanted to borrow the Kishanti Key as well,” John admitted.

“Unbelievable.”

“I tried to tell him that this was a bad idea,” said Zatanna.

“It’s not your fault, Zee. Just like everything, this was rockstar-Johnny’s fault!”

“I was with you when it happened, Ritchie. We were there, side by side,” said John.

“Side my side,” Ritchie scoffed. “But I got the weird magical cancer, and you – you added it to your rep. Ain’t that right?”

“Me making proper amends isn’t related to the Key. Which, believe me, you’re not going to need, mate.”

“John!” Zatanna scolded him.

Pissed, Ritchie punched John across the face but fell off balance. Batman was fast enough to catch him and help the man to his feet. Ritchie pushed him away and sneered at John, telling him that he wasn’t giving him anything nor was he going to help. But Batman intervened, telling him how important it was that they get the key. 

“Well, the Doctor said that an upbeat attitude can help. So, what I’ll focus on today is that I met Batman! Force of good! It was also nice seeing you, Zatanna… and before you go, little Vivian Pryor is now a big shot in Gotham. Mind telling her a good friend says hi?”

Batman nodded stiffly. “I’ll make sure it gets to her. Thank you.”

~ * ~

It was a bit late, and Vivian was still in the university. She stayed for a while, wanting to finish some papers that needed grading and prepare the lecture notes for a museum’s event. They wanted her to give a lecture on Dante, one of her known fields of expertise as she too studied the symbols within the Divine Comedy.

“Trick or treat!” 

Vivian jumped at the voice that greeted her. At the door, she saw Tim and Damian out of their school uniform and into more comfortable clothes, and with them was Alfred who probably drove the car to pick her up. Tim had a grin as he held up the pumping-bucket.

“A little jumpy today, Viv?” Tim teased.

“A little,” she opened her arm for Damian and lets the boy stand close to her as she wrapped him in an embrace. “God, I need this. Human contact — working here late in Halloween, not the best combo. Everyone’s gone home to go trick or treating or to go to a party.”

“Then may I suggest we also head home so we can have a short celebration before the boys start their extracurricular activities?” Alfred said. “I have prepared the theater in the Manor. Master Jason suggested The Rocky Horror Picture Show.”

While Tim and Damian groaned in displeasure, Vivian laughed. It was a tradition of theirs to watch that movie during Halloween. Jason claimed that even when he wasn’t with her he’d watch the film on his own while eating candy. Roy doesn’t seem to mind the movie and just watches it with him.

“We can watch something else,”’ Vivian reassured them. “We’ll ask Dick to draw lots of our favorite movies,” she added when Damian and Tim were about to give their suggestion. “Come on, let’s head home,” she grabbed her bag and turned off the lamp on her desk. “I’ll drive us home, Alfred. You can rest while on the road.”

“Very well, Professor,” said Alfred.

“I am starving. I think they still have something in the vending machine…”

They stopped on their tracks as a man holding a cane stood by the dim light of the vending machine. Feeling something was wrong, Tim, Damian, and Alfred braced themselves with the two boys standing before Vivian in a tactical formation. But Vivian stepped forward and had the boys and Alfred behind her, gaining questioning looks from them.

“Hiya, Vee,” the man said in a weak voice.

“Ritchie?” Vivian said in a whisper. “Ritchie Simpson? Bru – John said that he was meeting with you.”

“Really? John said that? So, you still keep contact with Johnny, huh?”

“He reached out to me,” Vivian realized her mistake. “You know how he is.”

“Yeah, yeah… You know, something interesting  happened to me earlier, wanna know?”

Vivian shrugged. “Tell me.”

“Aside from John, Zatanna and Batman were in my house—would you believe that?” Ritchie laughed.

“You don’t say.”

“Yeah… so, you can cut the act and admit that you got that from Batman. You never invited me to the wedding — what was the theme? Count Dracula or something?”

Vivian frowned. 

Ritchie stepped forward, revealing the glare in his eyes. “Yeah, it wasn't that hard to miss. He had your magic all over him, Vee… gotten rusty, don’t you think?”

“Where is he?” Vivian’s voice changed in their ears. She had some sort of echo that didn’t fall off too far.

“I sent them on an errand,” Ritchie shrugged. “But I think it’s a little awkward since the hubby’s meeting two exes, am I right?”

“You sent them to Gabriel on purpose.”

“He’s gotta find out sooner or later – the skeletons gotta come out of the closet, Vee. And we both know how many there are in yours.”

As the boys got out their available weapons, Vivian’s fists glowed gold with magical auras surrounding them –

“Enough games, Simpson,” an alluring voice came from the shadows. They didn’t see him approaching nor heard his footsteps because he didn’t walk the halls. This man appeared from the darkness. The man wore a business suit and played with a coin between his fingers. A Denarius. The man’s eyes then came to her, revealing pitch black sclera, making it look like a pit, and the half of his face was decaying with rotting flesh. He grinned and said, “Hello again, Vivian Pryor.” 

“Balthazar,” Vivian gasped.

The demon Balthazar reached into his pocket and pulled out something. A spear head. “Remember this?”

The Spear of Destiny.

“I am sorry, Vee,” Ritchie said as Vivian cast a spell, sending golden flames in their direction like a flame thrower. 

“RUN!” She ordered the boys and Alfred. 

She kept the demon and Ritchie at bay until she saw the three turning the corner and then she opened a portal that had her falling from the ground and the ceiling to where they were. 

“Mom!” Damian called at her. 

“Keep running, and head for the chapel! Go!” Vivian said. As they ran, she saw the dark shadows of Balthazar coming at them about to attack. Vivian held out her hand and shone a bright light to keep it at bay. “GO!” She told her family.

They finally reached the chapel. Pushing her family inside, Vivian closed the doors behind them and ushered them deeper into it. She tore the basin of holy water from its pillar, using magic to aid her, and threw it over the boys and Alfred. Before any of them could ask what was happening, Vivian began the incantation. A protection spell against darker forces.

“Tell your father that it’s Ritchie that’s doing whatever this is and he’s got help from Balthazar – a demon. Gabriel was just a distraction, do you understand?” Vivian told them.

“What are you going to do?” Damian questioned her. 

Vivian took a step back and opened a portal beneath her feet. “No matter what happens, do not open that door… I love you.” She jumped into the portal and shut it before Damian or Tim could follow.

Landing on the other side of the chapel’s doors, Vivian pushed back as she felt Damian and Tim attempting to kick it down and calling out for her: “Mom!”, “Vivian!”

“Children. I never thought they would be your every weakness. Cozy isn't it? Playing house? Playing the role of the loving and caring mother. We all know who and what you are, Vivian Pryor,” Balthazar’s voice came from behind. “You're just as damned as any of them…”

Turning to face him, Vivian stood ready to attack. “Still bitter from the last time we met, Balthazar? Come on, you were kind of asking for it. First Gabriel, now you, and Ritchie… What is this? You formed a boy band to kill me? What’s it called?”

“Payback,” Bathazar flipped the Denarius, and before it could land, his dark magic attacked Vivian but she blocked it with her own. “Getting rusty, Pryor? Back then you would have easily devoured me in flames – fire has always been your element, wasn’t it?”

Seeing the demon's adaptability, Vivian used another element and used the winds to blow Balthazar back, throwing him across the courtyard and smashing against the fountain. Pressing her palm on the earth beneath her, she casted the spell, “Ekaw, srailimaf ot em.” 

The statues and gargoyles around them started to move. The knights that were old status from early Gotham years went to block the doors of the chapel to keep Damian and Tim inside, and the majority caged Balthazar by skewering him with their stone swords to the ground. The gargoyles surrounded him, trapping the demon into a seven-point circle, and on their foreheads runes burned to their concrete flesh. 

Balthazar was trapped. Unable to go into the shadows nor use his demonic powers, nor can he heal himself.

“What are you doing?” Balthazar gasped in pain as he saw Vivian conjure a book. 

“I'm reading your last rites.”

“Spare me your remedial incantations,” He laughed at her.

“We'll see… You do know what it is to truly be forgiven? To be welcomed into the Kingdom of God. Demon in heaven.” Using her magic, she manipulated the holy water that got on her clothes earlier and sprayed it at the demon, making him in pain.

“You're not a priest! You have no power!” Balthazar sneered.

“Tell that to the others I sent back down and dragged down,” she muttered. “So, who bought you to do this? Who made the deal? What's their payment?”

Balthazar only sneered at her.

“Alright, then,” Vivian sprayed her hands in his direction, getting more holy water at the demon. “You know, there are some things I learned from my husband that I never thought I'd ever use.”

Balthazar laughed mockingly, “Interrogation? You'll never get me to talk.”

“You know, Mrs. Wayne raised a sweet and kind hearted boy. But mine? I can't say the same.” She formed the hand symbol for the blessed and gold flames appeared atop the heads of the gargoyles. The demon squirmed, trying to get out. “No demon would let a dying mortal or a fallen angel puppeteer him around. So, who bought you?”

No answer.

“Fine then. Enjoy it, Balthazar! In nomine Patri, et Fili, et Spiritus Sancti,” Vivian drew the sign in midair, leaving flames to materialize the symbol. “May God have mercy on you, and grant you the pardon of all your sins. Whosoever sins you remit on Earth they are remitted unto them in Heaven.”

Balthazar screamed in pain.

“Who is it, Balthazar?” She spoke in Latin.

“I can't!”

She then read louder from the bible: “Grant your child entry into thy kingdom! In the name of the Father, and the Son, and the Holy Spirit! Ame-”

“Mammon!”

Vivian stopped. Everything seems to stop.

Balthazar continued, “Mammon. You know this. It's the signs. He's coming back,” he laughed.

“Impossible, I locked him up,” Vivian closed the book.

A maniac laugh came from the demon and brought chills down her spine. “He got out. And he's found you. And you just made yourself vulnerable, Pryor.”

“Who freed him?”

“You broke the binding. Just one chain was all it took for him to wriggle out of his shackles. The baby's coming,” he teased.

Vivian clenched her fist and the demon screamed in agony as the mark of the cross burned him. But she forgot. Balthazar wasn't alone.

“Ndib, sniahc fo suratrat.”

Dark chains appeared from the ground and caught Vivian’s wrists and neck, and pulled her down to the ground. 

Ritchie appeared before her and with her was Gabriel who casted the spell.

“I really am sorry, Vee. But it’s the only way,” said Ritchie.

The House of Mysteries appeared in the middle of the court yard. Gabriel had Vivian float in midair with the chains holding her to the Earth and brought into the house. 

“Simpson, get me out of this thing!” Balthazar ordered.

Ritchie only looked at him and said, “I'll leave you to her boys inside. I'm sure they'll have fun. And by the way you have to ask for absolution to be forgiven, dumbass.”

“SIMPSON, I'LL GET YOUR SOUL FOR THIS!”

“I'd like to see you try, Bally!” 

Ritchie entere the House of Mysteries and disappeared. Leaving Balthazar in Gotham University bound to its grounds by a spell and being impaled by the statues. That night, the only sound in the campus heard were of Damian and Tim calling out for her as they searched for where she went, and the denarius falling to the ground.

~ Now ~

“Batman!” Nightwing, Robin and Red Robin appeared before him, both riding their motorcycles while Robin rode with Nightwing. All three of them looked tired and a little beaten from trying to keep Gotham from destroying itself. “We got Gordon to start the evacuation. But most of the GCPD are a little… feral.”

“They chased us with their guns and axes, Nightwing,” said Red Robin.

“Yeah, a little is an understatement,” Nightwing winced. “Oracle's in the tower, she'll be safe and can operate. Can't say the same for Batwoman though.”

“So, Vivian's spells only works in the family, huh?” Constantine muttered.

The mention of Vivian had Robin hop off the motorcycle and face Batman to say, “We've been trying to look for her but we can't. I'm sorry, Father, they took her and we didn't much put up a fight.”

“Vivian trapped you in the church because she knows you don't have the ability to fight these things. It's alright, Robin,” Bruce reassured him. “But right now, what we need is to make sure the Justice League don't come into Gotham's airspace.”

“Too late for that!” Red Robin pointed at the direction of Red Hood jumping from one building to another while being chased by Wonder Woman. “Hood, you okay?”

“I have a freaking Amazon chasing me with a sword, Red!” Jason replied in their comms.

“The only way to stop this is by finding Vivian and stopping the ritual,” Zatanna told them, still pale from using such power to get them to Gotham from Los Angeles. “We'll hold them off. John, you and Batman need to find her and stop Ritchie.”

“I'm not leaving you like this, Zee,” John told her.

“We'll keep her safe, and I'm sure Blood wouldn't mind giving us a hand,” said Nightwing, turning to Jason Blood who arrived with Zatanna and the others. He then turned to Batman with a serious look, “We both know this was a long time coming. We were there when she got infected by Scarecrow's fear toxin. And we saw what it did to her.”

“I know, but I had hoped this would never come,” said Batman as he remembered the incident years ago. The time they almost lost Vivian because of the Fear Toxin's effects. “I'll find her. You keep guard and try to keep Gotham from destroying itself. And if you find Superman try to get him to turn around.”

“And if he's already here?” Robin raised a brow.

“Then you know what to do. Constantine, what do they need for their ritual?”

“They need to be isolated so Ritchie can do the spell without any disturbances,” said Constantine. “It takes time to bring forth the devil's son, you know. He can't have this chaos.”

“I think I know where.”

~*~

Lady Gotham was currently under maintenance. Workers would be on the statue during the day and work until the sun permitted them to see. But due to budget cuts, their timeline was squeezed and  they were forced to work at night too, with spotlights to help them see. Right now, these workers were found dead on the grounds of Lady Gotham, killed by their own hands as the dark magic consumed their minds to make them believe they were seeing monsters.

Making the island a no-man's land. The perfect place for Ritchie to bring forth Mammon.

Floating above the fountain at Lady Gotham, Vivian tried to rip the magical shackles but to no use. Ritchie has bound her there with her shirt ripped open as he drew the runes to summon the demon and bring him forth to be birthed.

“This isn't really a manger but I guess it'll do,” Ritchie said.

This was a mockery of the Birth of the Son.

“You know what'll happen if you do this, Ritchie,” Vivian told him. “Do you really think they'll let you live after this? What, did they tell you that you'll get your own private island where Hell won't touch?”

“A new world,” Gabriel appeared. “A new life without this illness. Something I know we can do once you are under our thumb, Pryor.”

Vivian glared at the fallen angel. “A little bitter, Gabriel? For someone who was all about God's plans, you are a fucking idiot to go on with this.”

He frowned down at her. “I find it unfair that each one of you are granted redemption from the Creator – sinners to all degree – all of you. You just have to repent, and God takes you into his bosom. In all the other worlds in all the universes, no other creature can make such a boast, save man. It's not fair.” He leaned down closer to her. “How is it that God can easily forgive the most sinful creatures and yet he takes my divinity away because I slept with a mortal.”

“It's the idea of giving into desires, Gabriel. God sets higher expectations for you. Angels are not supposed to give into those desires. And from how I saw it, you have been wanting to give in for a long time now. You just needed someone to pull the right strings to get the all powerful Archangel Gabriel to submit. And I'll tell you, it was hard. You were a tough nut to crack.”

Gabriel slapped her across the face, leaving a deep cut at her lip. 

“That's enough now, Gabriel. She's trying to rile you up so she can find an opening to break those bonds.”

“Speaking from experience, Ritchie?” Vivian flexed her jaw.

“You forget, Vee. I've seen you work. Johnny taught you all that he knew. And in some aspects, you just did it better. I mean who can say no to a pretty girl, right?”

Vivian glared at him. 

“There she is. The real Vee. The one that's angry at the world because it took her mommy away, but really, we can see through it. Inside, we all know you're just scared. Have you ever wondered what that man did to your mommy's eyes, Vee? Do you think he ate them or did he just put them in a jar so he could have someone watching while he…” A smirk came to his lips as he saw the rage in Vivian's eyes. “And here we go!” He placed his hand on Vivian's belly and started the incarnation, then with his other hand, he grasped her by the neck and pushed her down to the water. 

Vivian tried to fight back and free herself but the shackles kept her from moving. Ritchie continued the ritual's spell until she stopped moving.

They have drowned her.

Vivian appeared in the familiar plains of Hell. The demons surrounded her but kept a good distance as if something was keeping them from coming any closer. And there was. Because she was not for them to take first. She was for their Prince.

Mammon appeared from the hills of Hell and crawled towards her. Vivian tried to run away but even in Hell the shackles held her down. Mammon towered her with his true demonic form and said with a grin, “I can finally touch you, Pryor.”

The demon prince ran his finger down her cheek. Vivian kept a brave face but she was scared. He looks exactly as he did when she had that hallucination from Scarecrow's toxin. 

“The baby's coming,” he mocked her and he pierced his hand into her belly just where Two-Face's bullet left a scar and killed her daughter.

Back in the mortal world, Vivian's body thrashed and broke the chains. And as she stood, looking at Ritchie and Gabriel, her eyes were no longer brown nor gold, these were the eyes of the devil. 

Mammon has come.

~*~

“There!” John pointed at the bottom of Lady Gotham where three figures stood. Setting the plane on autopilot, Batman opened the pod and both he and Constantine jumped down from the sky. Whilst Constantine used his magic to set him as gently as he could, Batman sped up his descent then gilded using his cape to angle him just right and kicked Gabriel away from the fountain where Vivian was. 

Before Gabriel can attack him, John had the fallen angel trapped in a magical cube, leaving Ritchie to deal with. But that wasn't the case, as Batman was to march up to the man he was pulled by a powerful force into the fountain where he was held by the neck by his wife. But this wasn't his wife at all. Vivian's face contorted to something demonic with her eyes pitch black and her hands having claws that could rip him to shreds.

“Not so fast, Mammon,” Ritchie held out his hand in Vivian's direction. “We had a deal.”

Vivian turned to him and spoke in Latin.

Ritchie responded. “I'll release you if you give me my end of this bargain.”

Vivian's head cocked to the side and she grinned. “You dare hold me hostage?” Mammon spoke laced with Vivian's voice. 

“As the one who summoned you, I can put you back in hell and shove you so deep up your father's ass if I want to. And you don't want good old dad to find out about this, right? He'd never let this happen.”

“Fine,” Mammon looked up for a moment and then said, “your chariot awaits you. Mortal.”

There was a change in Ritchie's demeanor. His sickness was gone and he felt great! At his feet, a portal appeared, but instead of a smile of victory the man's face turned to horror.

“No! No! I command you to release me! I Summoned you! You answer to me!” Ritchie said as the shrouds appeared to take him to Hell.

“You were just a means to come out freely. I answer to no one. Especially not to a mortal.”

“No! John!” Ritchie turned to the man who kept Gabriel busy in the cube. “John, help me! You owe me! You both owe me!” That was the last they heard and saw of Ritchie as the shrouds dragged him into the ground.

Turning to Batman, Mammon reached for him and ripped off the cowl. Then Vivian's right eye turned back to its normal brown iris, and with how it looked like Bruce knew that was her.

“I'll let her see you one last time before I kill you with her hands,” Mammon smirked and squeezed its claws around Bruce's neck. “Watch, Pryor… and you,” Mammon spoke to Bruce then its voice changed to Vivian's soft tone, “Open your eyes, Bruce.”

Gritting his teeth, Bruce grasped Vivian's arm. “I'm sorry, my love,” he forced to say as he reached for her arm and dislocated her shoulder. Vivian let out a scream of pain and was forced to let him go. Bruce landed on the fountain and before Mammon could attack him, he tackled his wife's body to the water. When she tried to attack again, he punched her across the face, and held her down. 

“CONSTANTINE!” Bruce called out to the man. 

With Gabriel out of the way, Constantine ran to where Bruce held Vivian and took position by holding her head, then started the incantation. He repeated the prayer over and over, fighting off her thrashes as Mammon tried to break free. They can still put the bastard back in hell, with the ritual unfinished. 

“It's not doing anything!” Bruce told him.

“It will –” John paused as he saw the tattoo on her side. He changed the prayer and read the runes on her side.

Vivian let out a cry of pain as the prayer burned her from the inside–

Silence. 

The animalistic cries of the demon stopped and was replaced by Vivian's whimpers of pain. Batman had her look at him to see her eyes. They were brown and tears rolled down her swollen cheek where he'd punched her. 

“Vivian” Bruce brought her to an embrace. “I'm sorry, I'm sorry. We'll get you to a doctor.”

“So, that's how it feels like…” Vivian whimpered as the pain of the broken arm radiated through her body, along with the one from the punch. “To be punched by Batman. Fuck it hurts.” She cried and hid her face on his chest.

“This will be the last time. I swear,” Bruce held her tight.

“Damn it, Bruce!” She cried.

“Something's wrong,” Constantine said as he looked around. 

“What?” Bruce asked.

“The magic is still here. They're still here. It's not over – Vee!” 

Then she felt it. The claws inside her body craving on her flesh from the inside as it tries to get out of her body. 

“JOHN!” Vivian called for him. “Get it out of me! John —AAHHH!” 

Vivian screamed in pain as she felt the demon fight its way out of her body. Constantine held his hand on her belly, fighting off the creature as he said the prayer. But it wasn't working.

“Vee, I need your help in this. Alright? Only you can burn that bastard. Break the binding, Vee. Let it go.”

Vivian nodded but then she turned to her arm and Constantine saw the binding marks that glowed on both. 

“Fix that arm, Bats!” Constantine told Batman. “Now! Brace yourself, Vee.”

Muttering an apology, Bruce returned Vivian's shoulder back with a pop, the woman let out an agonizing cry. With all her strength, she pushed her arms together but some sort of force kept them apart, but she fought it as she muttered the incantation: “Otni eht thgil –”

A strong wind sent Batman and Constantine flying off the ground and nearly off the island. And they would if it weren't for Batman's grappling hook catching them before falling into the sea. 

Gabriel, soaked in Gotham's polluted harbor waters, walked towards Vivian. And in his hand was the Spear of Destiny. “The only one getting what they want tonight is me!” He sneered at them. He knelt before Vivian and held her by the neck. 

“A powerful psychic-witch as a vessel,” Gabriel began. “The Spear stained with the blood of the Son. I shall bring you onto this earth, Mammon, son of Satan!” Gabriel pierced the spear into her body and dragged it down, ripping her open. A bloodcurdling scream emitted from Vivian as the demon prince crawled itself out of her, fully formed as the ritual was complete. 

“Mammon,” Gabriel greeted, dropping the spear and Vivian's body into the waters.

“The demon turned to him and sneered, “You fool. You killed the gate. You were supposed to cut her open after she breaks her binding, fool!

“You don't need it. I have given you an army already,” Gabriel gestured to the chaos in Gotham. “The Silver City must have known now. Let the war begin.”

[sweetlittleroses]

Paid Debt

Pairings:Fem!Aemond(Aemma)x older Lucerys

Warnings: Angst, fluff, jealousy, and smut

Summary: Aemma wanted Luke to pay his debt but it didn't go as planned

Author’s Note: Sorry for not being active in a while, just trying to get life in order. Aemma is still Alicent's daughter but didn't marry the king. Not comfortable with the idea of incest. Basically Rhaenyra and Alicent were best friends but now are enemies because of other altercations. So rather than having Targaryen blonde, Alicent married someone blonde rather than white hair. No relation whatsoever. Also House Hightower is trying to take over the throne by killing the king.

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Aemma could see her destination getting closer as she rode on Vhagar. War was looming and her mother ordered her to gather as many allies.

Once landing near the castle of Storms End, she headed towards the entrance of House Baratheon and saw a couple knights waiting to escort her to Lord Borros.

When they finally got to the main hall she saw Lord Borros sitting on his throne. What a useless man.

Aemma's POV<3

“Princess Aemma, what brings you here at this hour?”

“I came as a messenger on behalf of King Aegon in which he asks for your houses allegiance and to defend the throne”, I said as I handed the scroll to him.

As he was reading the scroll, I couldn't help but internally cringe as he smirked at the proposal of my hand in marriage.

“Well Princess, it seems that your hand in exchange for the allegiance of my house”, he smirked.

Kill him.

He kept eye contact with me as he called a knight to bring his children.

“Then Princess... which one of my 2 sons will you marry?”

I turned to look at his children. My disgust grew as I saw the reaction of not only his sons but his daughters. His sons held disgust and frowned at the sight of the scar across my eye. His daughters turned to hide their sly smiles at the damage on my skin. A damaged good.

Turning back my attention to his sons, I observed every detail of them. They were all plain looking and nothing stood out from them. They were weak and filthy excuses for so-called men.

Without a second thought, I chose the tallest. Not only was I unfortunate to this betrothal but it seemed he didn’t want me as his wife either by the look of dread.

Lord Borros seemed pleased. What a fool.

Before he could say anything else, many footsteps were heard .The knights entered the hall with a figure behind them.

“Prince Lucerys of House Velaryon!”, a knight announced.

I saw him come forward and couldn’t help but smirk at his bastard features that had become noticeable. He was living up to the Strong name with curly hair that reached his shoulders, a bit of facial hair, and the same build of his Strong father. A bastard indeed.

“My Lord..” Just by a bit of his words, it seemed his voice became deeper with time. Goosebumps ran through my body.

“It seems that not only one messenger was sent but tell me my prince, what is the Queen willing to offer for my house’s allegiance? Which of my two daughters will you marry?”,Lord Borros asked as he diverted his attention to his two daughters.

Turning my attention to his daughter, I noticed how each of them looked at the bastard. Innocence and shyness was portrayed but I could tell their eyes held desire as they scanned him. They were plain looking like their brothers and were not capable of handling a dragon.

“I am sorry my Lord, but I am not free to marry. I am already bethroted”, Lucerys replied as he looked at me. A warm feeling spread through me.

“Then run along back to your mother. And tell your mother that the Lord of Storm's End is not some dog that she can whistle up at need to set against her foes.”,he stated.

“I will give your message back to the Queen”, Lucery's stated as he was moving to leave.

No. This bastard was not going to run back to his mother’s skirts.

“Do you think you can leave after threatening to take my brother’s throne? Not only are you a traitor but an oath breaker. You owe me a debt and you will pay it bastard!”, I taunted as I smirked.

“Give me your eye as repayment for mine. One will serve and I will have it as gift to my mother”, I continued to taunt as I pulled the dagger from my side pocket and threw it to the ground in his direction.

When I looked up at him, I was excited to see the same face that held fear as when he was a mere child but the excitedness was wiped away when I looked at his eyes that held defiance as a “NO”escaped his lips.

“I will not give my eye for a mistake..”, as he talked, I saw through the corner of my eye as one of Borros’s daughters was coming closer to him as a way to comfort him and pull his attention to her. Such an innocent act from a snake. It seemed she felt my stare and turned to me with a small smirk.

Drawing my attention back to Luke, I snapped.

“GIVE ME YOUR EYE OR I WILL TAKE IT FROM YOU BASTARD!”, I shouted as I approached him but as I got closer he stayed in one place.

“NOT IN MY HALL!” Lord Borros shouted and I stopped. Looking around I saw how everyone’s eyes were drawn to us and finally my sights fell back to Lucerys. Putting my dagger away I looked back at Lord Borros.

“The storm seems to have became worse and both your mother’s would come for my head if I sent both of you in this chaos”

He turned to looked as his knight “Escort them to separate chambers and I will see you in the morrow”

We were both escorted to separate chambers which I assumed were to avoid any bloodshed on his grounds. I walked behind my dear nephew and starred daggers at him. I want him to feel the same pain as I did when I was a child.

When the knights brought me to my guest chambers I saw the other knight lead him to a couple rooms ahead.

“I would like to be left alone” I said as I noticed a knight standing by the door

“My apologies Princess but by order of the Lord we are placed here”

Closing the door, I couldn’t help but pace around and think of how to get to Lucerys. A sudden knock came to my door disrupting my thoughts.

“I’m sorry to disturb you Princess, but I brought some food as requested from Lord Borros”

I nodded to the servant, but couldn’t help but ask of the bastard. “Was the same requested to Prince Lucerys?”

“Yes Princess, but Lady Maris accompanied the other servant to his chambers to keep him company ”

I sneered at the thought of that whore.

I waited a couple hours as the sky grew darker. Due to my riding gear being wet, I changed into some night clothes. As I opened the door I peaked to see the guards posted. They were asleep. Incompetent as their Lord.

As I came closer to the his chambers, I couldn’t wait to taste the screams of that bastard once I take out his eye. He will go crying to his whore of a mother like he did when he was a child. Coming closer to the door, I could hear giggles coming from his room . They were muffled but I already knew who they belonged to.

“My Lord, you jest to much”, Maris giggled.

“I swear my Lady, Arrax purposefully tried to push me into the waters”, Lucerys chuckled.

“You have many adventurous stories. Could I hear another one?”, Maris asked. She needed to leave now before she too met the same fate.

It seemed the Gods heard me.

“Im sorry, my lady but it seems the day has gone and we wouldn’t want your father to be alerted” said another voice.

“Oh my, you are correct. I’ll see you in the morrow Prince Lucery’s”, as she departed from his chamber along with her ladies. I hid behind a pillar to avoid any attention. I waited for a couple of minutes for any sound inside the chamber until I heard snoring. The gods must be in my favor to leave Lucerys defenseless.

Quietly opening the door to his chamber,I peaked in to see the sight that beheld me. The room was almost dark but with a small glow of light emitting from the bedside by some candles. Lucerys was splayed out in the middle. I stepped into the room and closed the door.Taking out the dagger from my side I took quiet steps towards the bed.

With one last look, I slowly straddled him. The debt would finally be repaid. Lifting the dagger up to his eye I drew closer, but before I could take it a strong hand stopped me. I was picked up and pushed by the neck to the nearest wall.

“Hello, Aemma”, Lucerys smirked as he held me by my throat while the other hand held my wrist which held the dagger.

“Unhand me bastard” I yelled at him as he put pressure on my neck but not enough to choke me.

“Why are you here at this hour?”Lucerys asked as he softened his grip and looked at the dagger.

Pushing him as hard as I could. I escaped his hold and pointed the dagger at him. “I came to collect your eye”

“Im sorry but I won’t allow it.” he replied seriously

“You owe that to me! You scarred me and caused the realm to look at me like a monster” I shouted angrily but my eye started to tear up. Don’t cry! don’t be weak!

I will not shed tears in front of this bastard and give him the satisfaction.

“I will have your eye one way or another”I said but he seemed to not care.

“I have apologized countless times but as I said it for the last time, I won’t let you.Now leave” he said and turned to go back to bed.

“Why?! So you can go back to your whore!So you can go and create bastards with that whore!?”I laughed as I could see him get angry.

“Shut it!” As he turned with anger.

I walked closer with the dagger hidden behind and whispered “I wouldn’t be surprised since your mother was also a whore. Like mother like son!”I laughed out loud but was cut short once he grabbed me by the throat again and pushed me to the bed for my back to hit.

Before I could fully fall back on the bed I swung the dagger. Nearly missing the eye, a cut was done accross the cheek. So close yet so far.

With one hand still holding me down by my throat, he used the other to swipe at the blood coming out of the cut and looked back at me with shock. I couldn’t help but feel proud at the small damage I made. But like my eye, he stole the satisfaction once he smirked. Taking some blood from the cut, he smeared it like a path from my lips all the way to the middle of my breasts.

Deep breaths escaped my lips as I got lost on the tiny goosebumps that went through my body.He towered over me like a lion holding its prey.

His fingers glided over my breasts with a feather like touch and glided lower to my belly. The path was going lower and it felt like we were both in a trance. As he was getting closer to my cunt, I felt a fluttering feeling grow. I couldn’t help but let small moans escape my mouth.

The small trance broke. Pulling away his fingers away from me,he was about to stand but I wouldn’t let him leave. Not to Maris or Rhaena. No more running away from me.

I brought my hand to the back of his neck and pushed him back to me while I got up.His lips met mine and it was an immediate addiction. I could feel the small roughness of his stubble on me and I wanted more.I pressed myself against him and pulled him as close as he can

Little moans escaped me lips when I felt the hardness of his cock near my cunt.

“ We have to stop” he pulled away breathless but I wanted more.

Pulling him back to, I wrapped my legs around his waist to not let him escape. He however had different plans. He pushed me away again and stepped back and turned away from me

“No, we can’t. I am bethroed and so are you. You aren’t thinking straight. We have to stop” he repeated like he wanted to convince himself

“Look at me Lucerys” I whispered and repeated. I loosened my night clothes to expose my breasts and pulled up my dress to show my cunt.

“Look at me...Please” I whimpered. I wanted him to touch me.

Once he heard my whimper he turned around and was left stunned at the view I gave him.

“Please make me feel good, taoba” I whimpered more and let my hand go down to my wet cunt and started to touch myself.

I could see the inner battle within himself was lost. He walked slowly to me and once he got to the edge he got on his knees.Pulling my legs to the edge of the bed , I felt his breath hit my cunt.

My heart was beating fast and I let out a loud moan when I felt the first lick. He was restless and started to lick at my folds like a starved man. I wanted to close my legs from all the pleasure but he was holding them apart. I was left to grab his hair with my hands as I let out moans like the whores in flee bottom.

I released into his mouth and he stood up. I was too weak to get up and only looked at him. A little yelp left my lips as he grabbed my night clothes and ripped them in half to reveal my naked front.

“Such a nice view” he smirked as he leaned down to take one breast into his mouth to suck and bite while he played with the other. More moans escaped my lips while “more” and “please” escaped as well.

“Are you a whore or a maiden?” he taunted as he stoped playing with my breasts and instead started to play with my folds. I could feel myself getting wetter.

“A maiden” I breathlessly replied. No one has ever touched me and only I resorted to my own fingers

“Good. Cause this cunt will now only belong to me” he said as he took away his fingers and put them in his mouth. He took his bottoms and shirt off to reveal his body and his cock.

My eyes could only look as his cock which he drew near my cunt.

“Yes” I whispered. He pushed into me and I couldn’t help but scream a little at the burning feeling of being stretched out. He stopped moving in order to let me adjust.

He leaned down to kiss my lips and whispered in my ear. “ Tell me when to move”. I wrapped my arms around his neck , as well as my legs around his waist. After a couple minutes passed, I whispered “now”

He began to thrust deeper and harder which drew more moans from me. I was being pounded at such a fast pace that I couldn’t form a single thought and was left a blubbering mess.yes yes yes

He was hitting all the right spots and felt like I could barely catch my breath. I finally released with a loud moan and he released in me with a groan. I had to catch my breath and could feel him breathing by my ear.

Standing up he pulled out of me and I lazily smiled but it was wiped away. We weren’t done.

“Now be a good girl and turn around,” he said as he turned me around on my knees. My arms gave out and made me present to him like a bitch in heat. More

He held me up by my hips as he entered me again and again. Brutal thrusts that brought so much pleasure.

Lucerys….Lucerys…..Lucerys

I gasped out at the feeling of him cumming. He towered over my body. Spreading little kisses along my neck and back.

As he turned me around to see him and he me. I could see the desire that was still in his dark eyes.

I created a monster

There was no surface he didn't take me again and again. We did it against the wall, on the dresser, by the fireplace, on the couches, and again on the bed.

Moans and small gasps left as I rode him. He held my waist with strength that would leave more bruises on my pale skin. As I looked down I couldn't help but smile at the bruises I left on him.

He let go of my waist and pulled me down to him so his lips would connect with mine once again and held me close with one hand around my waist like he was afraid I would disappear and the other holding my hair to deepen the kiss.

Once he came for the last time we separated with one last peck.

~

I lay on his chest hearing his heartbeat while staring at the wall. He still held me protectively against him as he slept. After some time sleep caught on me.

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Rustling woke me up from my slumber and I turned around to see it was still dark. I turned back around to see Luke dressing up. He still didn't notice I was sitting up and looking at him. No

"What are you doing?" I whispered to him as fear consumed me

He stopped his movements without turning around.

"Im leaving," he said without turning. Bastard

There was a long silence. I was scared for the first time. weak

"You used me," I said as I stood from the bed as a sheet covered me.

He still wouldn't look at me." You used me!" I shouted as small tears gathered around my eyes. weak

" You used me for your pleasure. Mother was right! You are beast who takes advantage of people!"I shouted at him again as a few tears fell. Weak

"I'm not!" he shouted back as he turned around with tears in his eyes

"Then why are you leaving?" I whispered back as I held tighter to the sheets. My only protection left. WHORE

"Why are you leaving me?" I cried "Am I not enough?"WEAK

He came closer and pulled me closer to him, and with one hand on my cheek. Like a lover would.

"I don't want to leave you" he whispered as he looked me in my eyes.

"I don't want to forget this... I want to keep on loving you" he said as more tears left my eyes

"But I know where Lord Borro's decision stands and this will come to war. We are on opposite sides and I won't force you to leave those you care for"

I cried harder at the truth. He was right. I can't leave Helena and the children with Aegon and the council of snakes. Mother was losing it as more time passed. It was chaos but I couldn't let them die. But I did not want Luke to leave and see him be bonded with Rhaena.

All these thoughts we swarming my head but it came to a stop when I felt Luke give me a kiss. It was passionate and loving but I could feel our tears mixing. DON'T GO

He pulled away with a sad smile

"Maybe in another life my love" he said as he turned and left the room.

STAY

DONT GO

PLEASE

MY LOVE

I kept wiping my tears but more kept falling. Breath

It won't end like this

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Lucerys's POV

Looking around every corner I made sure there were no knights to be alerted. I have to get out of here and get to Arrax. Coward

Every step became heavier as I got farther away from Aemma. Rhaena was my bethroth but Aemma was my heart.

As I got closer to Arrax I could hear his chirps but I was still hesitant to leave.

Lightning struck and it got quiet for a bit, and easier for me to hear footsteps running and coming closer

I turned around ready to fight whoever tried to stop me. But my heart started to beat faster.

Aemma ran with tears in her eyes and determination

"wh-" without a single beat she brought her lips to mine as she put her arms around my neck and I held her by the waist.

When we separated I couldn't let her go yet. She looked into my eyes as I looked into her purple one and the stone. Beautiful

"Take me with you." she said as she broke the silence

" What about the others?," I asked surprised

" We will prevent war from breaking and ensure my family's safety"

I was silent for a bit because I didn't know what to say. My mother would hurt them, especially Alicent

"Please Lucerys.. promise me" she whispered to me as she held me tighter

"I promise" I whispered back as I kissed her again

" Be my wife?" I whispered as we separated.

She looked shocked by my question but a small blush decorated her beautiful face

"What about Rhaena?"

" I dont love her the way I do you my Jorraelza"

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Aemma's Pov

I smiled at his proposal

"yes Lucerys, I will be your wife" I smiled at him

"Lets go Valzȳrys," I said as I pulled him

"After you Ābrazȳrys" He smiled back at me without letting go.

[fairidvst]

hi!!

would you do a big james x reader request where the reader comes to zebedee and salome’s after the disciples get back because james told reader he would show them around the market and the parents catch on that he has feelings for the reader??

im so sorry if that doesnt really make any sense. thank you!

no dw it makes sense ! i decided to combine these 2 asks, if u want smth else tho lmk ! ( sorry it took so long to write oops )

big james x reader ·˚ ༘₊·꒰➳: ̗̀➛

You were with Salome, helping her prepare lunch and waiting for Big James and John to come back home. Well, you were more so watching Salome do everything, too busy talking to remember you were supposed to be cutting up vegetables. She didn't seem to mind though, nodding and laughing along with you.

An hour passed by and the boys were home. James came up to you, scaring you from behind.

"You're back!"

You smile brightly at him. You give him a side hug and then go to hug John as well. John spoke to you for a few moments before calling his brother over, leaving to speak to his mom. He noticed how you would look over at his brother every few seconds. He winked at you as he left.

Swatting him away, you turn to look up at James.

"So, I believe I promised you a tour of the city, no?"

"I believe you did," you smile up at him. "Though, we can go tomorrow if you'd like? So you can spend time with your ima and abba first."

"Nonsense! You guys go on ahead. John will keep me company." Salome interjected, a knowing look on her face.

Nodding, James dramatically held out his arm and you looped them together.

He took you through various areas of town, most of which had been in the market. He showed you where they sold olives, fish, incense, and everything else you could think of. The two of you ran around like little kids all day, not even noticing the sun had started to go down.

"And this is probably my most favorite place," James said, leading you through a narrow opening between a few large bushes and trees. He held out his hand for you, making sure you don't slip. Butterflies erupted in your stomach and you could feel your whole body become warm.

He leads you down to a little alcove. The calm water moved forward, barely grazing your feet before the waves pulled back. The setting sun made the water a beautiful shade of orange and pink. Big James placed his hand down on the ground next to where he was sitting, motioning for you to sit with him.

"I found this place with John. We didn't wanna go fishing with our dad once, so we ran to find somewhere to hide," he said with a boyish grin.

"It's beautiful," you say softly, trying not to disturb the quietness. You give him a small smile, turning your eyes back to the water. You bring your feet to your chest and rest your head on your knees.

Unbeknownst to you, James' eyes didn't leave your figure. He watched as the sun illuminated your skin, making you glow. The light breeze made your hair sway. He never wanted this moment to end.

[marvelmaniac2000]

The Riddler - (Edward x Reader) 💚 Ch.2

 Summary: Edward can’t help seeing you struggle with your day to day life, if only there was a way to make it more tolerable.  

Subject: Deep! meaningful fluff, eventually will turn into smuts in upcoming chapters, desperation, submissive kink, savior kink, Being pampered/babied kink, stalking, minor depression, mystery thriller?

MATURE 18+/ MISPELLING GRAMMAR APOLOGIES

Words: 981

Characters: Edward Nashton x Reader (college fem! reader)

                                             (Side notes) 

  I’ll try to let you guys know when I will post the next chapters. Or at least try to post in advance when it will be out but hopefully maybe there’s a certain day in my schedule I can be consistent If not turn your notifications on for me ig. But anyone who follows I hope you enjoy the readings to come! <3 

 Ch. 1 2 3 4

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   Edward sat on the subway train with sweaty palms. It seems so crazy how he could act like a confident prude in front of you, but deep inside when you’re gone, he’s nothing but an anxious mess. He frantically looked around the subway seeing the absent minded people all mind their business. Gotham wasn’t a good city to go catching love or trying to be a good citizen. Edward knew right away that you weren’t from this city, you seemed so delightful but yet so dreary being able to blend in with everyone here all too well. 

  “Excuse me sir, do you know how to get to Gotham’s courthouse from this stop?” a random man who had a hunched briefcase leaned down toward him. “Uh no not really sorry” he pushed his glasses up and lowered his head. 

  “Don’t you live here?” he scoffed. 

“Yea, but I simply don’t know sir” Edward grew tired of the people around him. All so rude and corrupted. But when he thinks about you he feels all of his pain go away. No one ever made him feel as happy as his lovely girl. Everyday he needs to see you at least once. His little darling girl, his doughy eyed girl. You were so young and vulnerable, but deep inside you knew what you were doing to him. Deep inside him he wanted to fuck you like a whore and own your body. But eventually he would have it. Patience is something he knew all too well…

        His office space was something stereotypical from his boring cubicle and office supplies on the table. He noticed an extra pile of work that had been slammed on his desk early this morning. One of his coworkers popped his head up next door to him. 

  “Hey more work to do today what a fucking asshole” he rolled his eyes. “Yea I know this isn’t nothing we aren’t used to” he replied. 

Edward leaned his elbows down and moved his cursor back in and forth from the screen. Mentally he was at work but emotionally he couldn’t stop thinking about you. He opened his work tab and tried to get in his zone. But of course he had to open a second tab to make sure he was stalking your social media account. He never missed a post. 

His pants harden looking at your profile pic. This girl he grew so infatuated with was going to be living with him. Every day, every second, every hour,  every moment will be spent alone with her. He wants to devour his hands around your soft skin and caress your hair. So perfect and lovely you are… 

There’s so much that had to be done, he had to figure out how to clean out his apartment and make room for your stuff. He couldn’t let you see all of the things he’s collected from you and the obsessive things he’s created in his world. It would scare his precious girl off. He couldn’t let you escape. He finally got what he wanted and there was no stopping him. 

Edward looked at his phone, and realized you held his phone with your delicate fingers. He now has your number. He now has the power to call and text you whenever he wants to. The truth inside him hurted knowing he already knew your address and contact information already, but it was the only way he could be near you, he loved you dearly. Excitement drew deep inside him, he felt like he was hit with some kind of drug. He was addicted to you, and finally having his lovely girl live with him was all surreal. 

     After Edward’s meeting with his manager, he scurried down to leave work to come find you waiting for him. Before he entered he watched for a minute unbothered. The way your hips moved around the tables and how effortless you were with other people around. He needed to clean his room fast before he let you in.

   He entered the cafe and tried hard not  to look at your shirt picturing your soft bouncing breasts. 

  “So how was your day?” He sat at the counter and handed over a key. 

“Oh geez it was.. good”  she gave you a naive smile and plopped down on the stool next to you. “How did you manage to make a spare key already?” you furrowed your brows. 

“I have my ways” he shrugged and swiveled his stool to make his knees brush yours. 

“You should move in whenever you’re ready tho” 

You blush a bit red seeing those eyes kiss your soul. “Um thank you E-Edward” you smiled. 

“Can I call you Eddie instead? I feel like that fits you more” you blushed.

“Whatever you want, we’re roommates now” he grinned. 

“Well not yet but I feel like we made the right choice” you flirted back. 

She said we, Eddie’s mind race. Someone needed to pinch him already. He couldn’t wait any longer, he was going to pay you a visit tonight in your bedroom if he had to. He needed to be inside you now, you both were roommates right? 

Tags: @miurumacaroons

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[aidensteddybear]

Hey can you do please a little Tess with Cg Ally? Maybe they're doing it as a way of deal with Tess depression in a moment between season 2 and All stars. Thanks!

Regressor! Tess w/ Caregiver! Ally

It was obvious to Ally that Tess hadn’t been feeling good this week. For the past few days, Tess just stayed in bed and slept.

She would get out of bed a few times during the day, but not for very long. Other than that she just slept and occasionally ate whenever Ally brought her food. Though, sometimes she would refuse whatever it was Ally had.

Ally was very worried for Tess. She would always try her absolute best to make Tess feel better, but there was really nothing she could do, besides staying with her.

Though, there were times where Tess just wanted to be alone, so Ally would respect her wishes, but still come and check on her occasionally.

However, right now Tess didn’t seem like she wanted to be alone. As Ally stayed with her, she noticed that Tess seemed more emotional than she had been.

Ally clearly knew that Tess was depressed, but she only really acted tired and sad. She hadn’t been crying or anything like that, she was just quiet.

That did seem to change today though, since Ally could hear Tess starting to quietly cry every now and then.

Every time Ally would ask her if she’s alright or why she’s crying, Tess only shook her head. That made it clear to Ally that Tess wasn’t exactly in the mood to talk about what was wrong, which upset her as she wanted to be able to help.

For the past few hours, Ally had been laying right beside of Tess while occasionally gently rubbing her shoulder in a comforting way.

“I don’t want to push you into talking about what’s wrong if you don’t want to, but if you do, I’m here. You can talk about anything with me, I want to help.” Ally told Tess.

She didn’t receive any kind of answer, which she sort of expected. Tess hadn’t really been talking all that much.

Ally could hear a soft sigh leave from Tess, as she reached for one of the stuffed animals on the bed and held it to her chest.

There were always at least a few stuffed animals on the bed, since it was one of the only things that helped Tess sleep at night. They comforted her and made her feel safe, so Ally definitely didn’t mind that they stayed on the bed all the time. Even if they did take up some space.

It was quiet for some time, until Ally could hear Tess start sniffling again. Ally sat up and gently moved Tess’s hair away from her face, only to see her eyes tearing up and her lip quivering slightly.

“Hey..” Ally whispered to her. She used her pointer finger to gently rub Tess’s cheek. “I’m right here with you. It’s okay to cry.” Ally spoke softly.

Tess sniffled a little more, before slowly looking up at her. She turned away after a few moments with a quiet hiccup as she began to cling tightly to the plushie in her arms.

“Tess? Is it okay if I hug you? Do you want a hug?” Tess didn’t respond, but after a couple seconds, she sat up and hugged Ally, who instantly hugged her back.

Tess cried for a while, and the whole time Ally didn’t say a single thing. She simply just hugged and let her get everything she needed to get out, out.

When Tess started to quiet down, she still remained in Ally’s arms.

“I’m sorry..” Tess spoke, just barely audible. “I know you have other things you’d rather do. You don’t have to stay with me all day.” She said.

“Hey, don’t say that. I want to stay with you, I want to help you feel better. If you want to be alone, I’ll leave you alone, but I do want to stay with you. I promise.” Ally told her. Tess stayed quiet, but she did cling to Ally tighter.

“Maybe we can try to do something to make you feel better.” Ally suggested. “I don’t want to leave the house or go anywhere.” Tess quietly responded.

“That’s fine, we don’t have to. We can figure something out to do here.” Ally said. “Maybe we could..” She trailed off as she thought of what could make Tess feel better, until an idea came to mind.

Tess didn’t have a very good childhood at all, as she had grown up an orphan, which Ally was starting to think could be the reason she’s been so depressed lately. She might’ve been having bad memories about growing up there.

Tess did cope with her childhood in a few ways, one her coping mechanisms included age regression, which seemed to help her out the most. Ally thought if she regressed now, it might make her feel a little better.

“Do you want to try..regressing? Do you think that might help?” Ally questioned. Tess stayed quiet for a moment.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to, but-”

“I want to.” Tess interrupted, causing Ally smile. “What can I do to help?” She asked. Tess shrugged a little.

“Do you want me to grab more of your stuffies? We could have get a whole pile of them on the bed.” Ally spoke in a playful tone.

She could see the tiniest smile appear on Tess’s face as she nodded, making it clear that she was starting to get herself to regress.

“Alright, sweetheart. I’ll go get them.” Tess watched as Ally got up from the bed and went over to the closet, where Tess kept more of her plushies at.

Ally got an armful of stuffed animals, then brought them over to the bed, putting them all down in front of Tess. She smiled a little more while looking at all the plushies Ally brought over.

“There we go!” Ally exclaimed cheerfully. Tess let out a very quiet giggle as she looked up at Ally, who smiled at her.

“How old do you feel, honey? Do you know?” Tess thought for a moment, then held up two fingers.

“Aww, you’re teeny tiny, huh?” Ally responded. Tess was quiet but still kept that little smile on her face as she fidgeted with the stuffed animal in her lap.

“Here, baby. I grabbed your blankie and paci while I was over at the closet too. Do you want them?” Tess nodded her head and reached for the items.

Ally smiled as she handed Tess her blanket and gently placed her pacifier into her mouth. She then sat down beside her and wrapped her arm around her.

“What are you going to do with all of these plushies, sweetie?” Ally asked her while running her fingers through her hair. Tess answered her by hugging one of the stuffed animals.

“Ohh, are you going to give them all cuddles?” Tess softly giggled and nodded, making Ally laugh a little.

“You’re so sweet, baby.” She said, to which Tess let out a small hum to as she laid her head down on Ally’s shoulder. Ally gave her a small kiss on the top of her head.

She was so happy that Tess already seemed to be feeling better. Ally hoped it would last, but if it didn’t, she would be there for her. Just like she always is.