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shkudss · 2 years ago

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Weakened by Eywa Pt. 4

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 |

Summary: Ao'nung finally realizes that his actions have consequences

Warnings: curse words, bullying, mental breakdown, English isn't my first language

Author's note: I plan to write 1-2 more parts and finish it! I hope you’ll like this part🫶🏻

Yawntutsyip - darling, little loved one

Tsmukan - brother

Sa’nu - mommy

Metiyawn - love (plural)

“It’s fine, you’ll be fine.”

You don’t know how it happened, but you are cuddling up to Ao’nung's warm chest. His arms hugging you and body softly swaying to calm you down. He whispers random words to make you feel better, but you don’t really listen to them, swallowed by thoughts.

“Don’t worry. I’m here, you’ll be fine. They don’t hate you.”

“He’s disappointed. I betrayed him.” You kept crying and shaking.

“Shhh, he’s not. It’s fine.” His hug was so warm and comfortable, you almost fell asleep after you finally calmed down. You had no tears and emotions left after this. You felt even more drained than before fight with Ao’nung.

Fighting with family is against your nature.

“I’m sorry, Ao’nung. I wasted your time…” you said as you tried to stand up and clean yourself up.

“No you didn’t. Don’t worry about it. I’m glad I could be here to support you.” He suggested his hand for you to stand up properly and couldn’t help but rub your hand with his thumb a little. You blushed at this action and lowered your gaze. It felt intimate. The whole situation was intimate.

“Thank you, Ao’nung. I’m really thankful for this.”

“You shouldn’t be. I owe you and I’m not sure if one apology can make up everything I said and did to you. I was a real skxawng and asshole.” You chuckled a little at his last words, kept sniffling a little after tears.

“Yeah, you were worse that skxawng. But I accept your apologies. I’m glad you understood that your actions weren’t good. Just don’t make same mistakes and let’s live in peace.” You gave him a soft smile, looking right into his eyes. Ao’nung didn’t expect you to forgive him so easily. “Friends?” You opened your arms for him to hug. Ao’nung was numb, trying to process what did you just said and expect him to do.

Friends… at least friends.

“Friends.” He smiled a little and came closer to wrap his arms around you as gentle as you were the more fragile thing in the world. “Thank you, Y/N.”

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“Neteyam, what happened? Where’s your sister?” Neytiri was worried about the the state of her son and the fact that he didn’t bring you with him. He was really angry and didn’t want to tell anything.

“Ask your daughter. She knows everything better than us.”

“Why do you say that? Tell me what happened? Did you argue?”

You entered your family pod at exact same moment Neteyam was about to tell about your argument.

“She will tell you.” He looked at you offensively and turned back. You brows were drawn together in sadness as you looked at him and remembered his words.

“Y/N, what happened?”

“I met with Ao’nung.” Silence in the room made you nervous but you kept going. “He asked me for forgiveness and I accepted his apologies. Before you say anything about it I want to let you know that he understood everything and sincerely wishes to live in peace. I saw it in his eyes, he changed.” You tried to sound confident though you were afraid to see regret in your mother’s eyes. That’s why you didn’t look at her. You don’t have courage for this, not after Neteyam’s words.

Nobody said anything. You nervously clenched your fingers. One minute of silence felt like century.

“Do you believe him?”

“I do.”

“Then I believe you, my daughter.”

You looked at Neytiri in disbelief and gratitude. You needed this. Trust. That’s what Neteyam didn’t give to you, but you don’t blame him. He suffers as much as you.

“Thank you, sa’nu.” You hugged her so hard, letting out all bad feelings that you carried for so long. Tears started falling down again and you didn’t try to stop it. You needed this, you needed to go through all this pain to heal. And finally, that’s the moment of it.

“Tsmukan…” you called Neteyam hesitantly, being afraid of his reaction. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…”

“I know. I’m sorry too. I was listening only my emotions, but not you. That wasn’t right, my yawntutsyip.” He gave you his big brother smile that filled your heart with warmth.

You finally in peace.

Not in pieces.

“Oel ngati kameie, ma metiyawn”

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After that day, you felt like you started a new life. You negative thoughts don’t bother you anymore and you feel like you can be yourself. The rest of the family reacted positively on your conversation with Ao’nung. Lo’ak tried to “talk” to him once again, but you and Neteyam could stop him and change his mind.

“Y/N, let’s try once again. I’m sure you can do it.” Tsireya volunteered to teach you how to ride ilu today and everything was good except the fact that you still couldn’t keep in your seat.

“Do you still believe I can do this?” You chuckled but came closer to the creature and took a position.

“I promise it’s the last time for today. Don’t move fast, hold her firmly”

You tried to follow her advice but your attempt wasn’t successful as the previous ones. Splashed the water out of irritation. What’s wrong with you? Why is it so difficult to ride an ilu?

“Forest girl is still trying to tame our creatures?” Ao’nung smirked, coming closer to you. You know that he didn’t mean anything bad by saying these words. “I’ll teach you. If you won’t learn how to do it with my help, then nobody can teach you.” Tsireya rolled her eyes. You smiled at Ao’nung greeting him.

“I’ll leave you” Tsireya called her ilu to come back to the village.

“You better check on Lo’ak he was about to try to ride tsurak, but I don’t think he’ll do that without his ass being kicked.” You all laughed at this.

Once you left alone, Ao’nung called ilu for you. You sighed exasperatedly getting ready for another fail.

“Don’t make these sounds. I won’t let you go without trying at least ten times.”

“What? Do you want to exhaust me to death?”

He laughed at your comment and you really liked being friends with him. You could make funny comments about each other and there was no tension between you two anymore.

“Okay, firstly, you need to change your posture.” His big hand moved your leg a little and slightly straightened your back. “Secondly, you have not only ride her slowly, but also hold with two hands at first. You’re only beginner, don’t hesitate to use two hands.” While he was speaking, he took your second hand and placed it on another. You started feeling a little weird… shy. “And finally, you have to calm down. Breathe in slowly and breathe out slowly.” His hand now moved to your stomach, checking out your breathing. You felt goosebumps going down your spine. “Don’t panic, relax. Remember, ilu wants you to be her rider. If you feel uncomfortable, she also feels uncomfortable. You can do that, just don’t be afraid.”

You followed his advices and told ilu to ride. Surprisingly it wasn’t really fast and you could hold in a seat longer than usual. You were so excited that lost control over it and ended up losing your tsaheylu, but you didn’t care about it anymore.

“Did you see? Did you see it Ao’nung?” Bright smile on your face made his heartbeat go crazy. You were so excited about it and he was barely holding himself from kissing you. In fact, the only thing he could do was to smile at you back.

“You did a great job, Y/N. You’re not as hopeless as I thought.” You slightly punched his shoulder and laughed. “Want to try it again?”

“And you ask?”

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A/N: Yaaay, finally something between them is happening! I’m so excited to step on more peaceful and romantic side of this story🥹 Please, share with your opinion on my writing in comments! Even though I don’t always have time to reply, I read everything🫶🏻

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radioisntdead · 2 months ago

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I wish you were a boy

Clementine [Oc] x F! reader

Song used

You watched as she got ready, you had somehow managed to convince everyone else to step out giving the bride-to-be a break from the chatter and fuss, you continued watched as she brushed through her strawberry blonde hair, humming a tune she had heard from the radio.

It was her wedding day, a day you honestly hoped would never come but alas her mother arranged her daughter a marriage to the son of some type of business tycoon, you didn't actually know what his father did nor did you read give a shit.

"Are you going to keep staring at me with those eyes of yours or are you going to say something?" She asked breaking the silence,

"I don't like him, you could do better,"

"You haven't even met him yet, he's actually quite the sweetheart,"

"Can you really say that? Clementine, You've only met the man once! What if he's horrid? What if he's-"

"[Name]" the almost sickeningly sweet way she said your name sent shivers down your spine, Oh how you wished you could hear her voice every day for the rest of your existence.

"Good money was spent on this wedding and I wouldn't want to be wasteful," She added as she set down her hairbrush on the vanity, she glanced towards you,

"Won't you be a dear and help me put on my veil?"

You sighed,

"Of course." You got up from your seat and gently picked up her veil, the texture of the lace itchy around your fingers.

As you gently placed it on her head she glanced up at you through the mirror, her eyes holding something you couldn't quite place.

"I wish you were a boy [Name]."

You couldn't say anything to that as balled up hands knocked against the door, voices on the other side asking if she's ready.

You straighted out her veil before she thanked you, getting up from her seat, her dress trailing behind her as she cracked open the door the ladies outside immediately fawning over her appearance her mother held back tears.

You held back tears as well but for much more different reasons.

She likes a boy, she likes a boy

You could barely breathe as you watched her leave the room, you could only follow her like a lost puppy.

And I'm not a boy, I'm not a boy

I'm not a b-

You could only watch as she walked down the aisle, escorted by her older brother as her father was long gone.

At 14, Katy talked about teenage dreams

On the bus and she's looking at me

Talking about life and her dog and the boys that she likes

I ask, "Have you got someone in mind?"

Tears threatened to fall as you watched them exchange vows, you watched as a shiny ring was slipped onto her finger, you watched as she grinned up at him before they shared a kiss.

He's at the all-boys school

She says something about liking his height

Suddenly worried about mine

You felt your heart shatter into pieces, the girl you've held feelings for who knew how long now was now kissing someone else, someone who certainly didn't deserve her.

بياخد مخدرات

و هوا بيتعلم سواقة

بيقضي وقت معها

And despite knowing that he didn't have a say in this marriage either, you couldn't help but blame him for snatching her away, for being the one who gets to wake up to her face each morning, who gets to hear her beautiful voice each day.

She likes a boy, she likes a boy

Only after you watched the car drive away with the cheesey empty cans on strings with 'Newly married' on them ride off into their honeymoon, only after you helped clean up the church they were married in, only after you helped her family bid the wedding guests goodbye.

And I'm not a boy, I'm not a boy

I'm not a boy, I'm not a-

Only after her mother offered to let you spend the night in her old room because it was late and she didn't want you roaming out in the dark since it was unbecoming of lady, It was only after you bid her mother and her siblings a goodnight, did you hide yourself in her room and let the tears run down your eyes as you sobbed into her pillow that still smelled like her.

She likes a boy, she likes a boy

You saw her less now that she was married, that was expected after all she was a married woman now, with that pretty ring on her finger that you wished you could've given her instead.

And I'm not a boy, I'm not a boy

I'm not a boy, I'm not a-

Rarely could you call her and she'd pick up, maybe once in awhile she'd invite you over for tea, and you'd watch in silent heartache as he'd waltz by giving her a kiss on her rosy cheeks before scurrying off to work.

Accustomed to making a move

مش ها قدر اشرح

Why I'm feeling the way that I do

أحساس جديد الي

You'd watch with jealousy as they'd exchange "Love you!" And "Stay safe!" Before going their separate ways.

She's half-Greek with a pretty face

Strawberry lip gloss, oh, it's wasted

On this dumb boy who likes the chase

You wished that you were the one pressing light kisses to her face, that you were the one she was exchanging love you's with, that you were the one she shared a bed with at night.

Oh how you despised her husband.

How you despised that he wasn't horrid, that he actually treated her well.

Not as well as you would've but well.

But why am I so angry in the first place?

"[Name], don't you think it's time for you to start looking for a husband?" Her mother asked you one night at dinner, she practically saw you as another one of her daughters and treated you as such.

You nearly choked on your meal, you blinked a few times before looking up at her.

"Pardon? Well uh, I actually have, just haven't had the best of luck with that," you boldly lied to the woman, not catching the look of heartache that flashed through Clementine's hazel eyes.

"I see! Well if you want I could set you up with one of my friend's sons! Or perhaps my Thomas? Lord knows those He'll have trouble finding a wife if I don't help him." She said causing her remaining children to glance amongst themselves at the mention of their eldest brother.

"Ah, No thank you Ma'am, I think I'll try looking for a little longer."

She simply nodded before moving on to the next person, reliving you of the topic.

"Clementine, speaking of marriage you've almost been married for a couple of months now, when will I have grandchildren?" You felt a knot gather in your throat, you didn't dare look up at her.

"Oh! Well hopefully soon, Mama, we're praying that I'm with child by the fall."

Why am I hurting?

ما تفوقي شوية

You shouldn't be surprised by this, of course she'd be trying for a child, she was married! And it was 1925 the perfect time to aquire a child!

She's not your girlfriend

You shouldn't be upset, you didn't have the right to be upset right?

She wasn't your wife, that wasn't even legal in this time.

You'd both be shunned by society but that wouldn't be the worst thing to happen right? As long as you'd have each other?

No, no that was delusion talking.

You knew even if she returned your feelings that she wouldn't leave her family just for you.

After all, you knew what became of the last person that was excommunicated from the family.

You would hate for Clementine to resort to the same measures as that one did.

She likes a boy, she likes a boy

You wished you lived in a different world where you wouldn't be shunned, or worse.

You wished she liked you, you wished her husband didn't exist, you wish you two were the only people in the world, you wished..

And I'm not a boy, I'm not a boy

I'm not a boy, I'm not a-

You wished you were a boy.

Maybe then she'd love you, and you could love her back without any shame, that you could shout how much you adored her from the rooftops, that you could pour your heart and soul out to her, that she could be yours, and you could be hers.

Completely and utterly hers.

She likes a boy, she likes a boy

You hated how tightly she held a grip onto your heart, you hated how you'd give up everything for her if she just asked.

And I'm not a boy, I'm not a boy

I'm not a boy, I'm not a boy

And yet you didn't mind as much as you should've.

Mm, boy

I'm not a boy

Your hands tighten onto the bottom of an umbrella as you stood outside her mother's house, watching as he opened the car door for her, being careful to not let her get wet.

Your heart ached as you watched them drive away like you did the day they were wed.

You wished you could tell her that you loved her.

You're glad that at least he can tell her that he does.

Mm, boy

Fuck that guy

Good evenin' folks! I'm a little anxious to post this since it is my first OC x reader and an OC I haven't even introduced! There will be a little spin off to this fic from Clementine's pov, there's so much more to her then I've written here! Fun fact she is related to one of my OCs that I have introduced! Guess which one!

I have so much lore about her and her siblings, about their lives and their deaths, all intertwined.

I haven't drawn Clementine yet but I will soon! Once I find my pen, it got lost.

Again.

Anyways I do hope you enjoyed! As always thank you for tunin' on in, I hope you have a wonderful night!

#Oc x reader #Original character x reader #OC x reader #Hazbin oc x reader

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tired-fandom-ndn · 2 months ago

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It is very late (or early depending on who you ask) but I'm thinking again about the idea of Morzan as Eragon's father because I really do think it would fit perfectly into canon without changing anything tbh.

Selena and Brom have a romantic but chaste relationship because they're both aware of the eyes on them, the constant surveillance not just from Morzan but the other servants in the castle, and the dangers to Selena and Murtagh if she's caught having an affair or, god forbid, giving birth to a child that looks nothing like her husband.

So their relationship stays completely chaste; discreet touches that can be easily explained if they're noticed, a long and tense moment in a dark alcove where Brom had his hands on Selena's arms and they both just stared at each other longingly before moving away, maybe a single kiss shared right before Selena's fateful disappearance.

And then Selena gets pregnant again because Morzan firmly believes in the philosophy of the heir and the spare and of one child keeps his wife in line so well, then two will be even better. And he doesn't know how much she's changed, how her anger at the world has been directed at him instead, and he definitely doesn't know about any of her schemes or plans. He doesn't know that she has no intention of giving him another child to hurt.

I can't remember if she ever actually tells Brom that she was pregnant in canon though I'm assuming she did, but I think she definitely would in this scenario. She tells him about her pregnancy and about her plans to go to Carvahall and give birth and especially about her plans to return and escape again with Murtagh, all in hushed whispers. She asks him to meet them somewhere, maybe in the Spine, with the hopes of escaping to the Varden or Du Weldenvarden with her children before Morzan even realized they were gone.

(Selena's plan was to return to the castle, kill Murtagh's "caretakers", break whatever spells were cast on him by Morzan, and then just fucking bolt. She hoped that her true name changing would change her magic enough that Morzan wouldn't immediately recognize it and that he would instead blame an enemy magician, maybe even Galbatorix, for his wife and son's disappearance, but she wasn't betting on it.)

And obviously that doesn't happen. She gives birth safely and names her child Eragon with such high hopes for a better future, but Selena traveled long and hard while pregnant and leaves to return to the castle before she has time to really recover from childbirth. And of course, as the Black Hand, her absence was explained as her performing her duties so she has to stop frequently to do what her husband expects her to and by the time she gets to the castle, she's both physically and magically exhausted and she dies before she even has the chance to hold Murtagh again. His nanny is kind enough to bring him to see his mother in her final moments, but she's not even lucid enough to know.

And it's all a waste anyway because even while she's dying, she has no idea that her husband and his dragon are dead and that she was free enough to take her time returning and saving her son instead of pushing her body to the brink.

Then canon continues as before but without the whole Brom-is-your-father twist, leading to Eragon being forced to really grapple with his parents' legacies and what their actions and impacts mean for him, the inherent nature of good and evil and how one can change their own path, and the deep distrust and even hate aimed at him by previous allies and friends.

And that's my idea, thank you for all for coming to my TED Talk. Feel free to steal it if you want.

#eragon shadeslayer #the inheritance cycle

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justonedrawer · 4 months ago

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY STUPID CHILD I DID NOT EXPECT TO GET ATTACHED TO, JANE CLEVE

I also took this chance to spill some lore about my MC's life. Warning: There's going to be information from things that happen and don't happen in later years. So proceed with your own caution and will.

Now storytime :D

6th birthday. 1979 is a happy year for baby Jane. She's not very aware of what's happening out in the wizarding world, and her family is not aboard on letting her know.

She happily celebrates her birthday just like the years before, her mom makes a cake, her dad helps her, and Jacob is by her side, as he says he will always be.

11th birthday. Things are gloomy in the Cleve household. Jacob has been reported missing for many months. The father, saying he couldn't take the situation, left. Leaving the house that was meant for four, to the mother Loraine and Jane.

Loraine, not being able to bear her son and husband's disappearance, turned to calming draughts and other substances that she thought would release her from her pain.

Jane's 11th birthday was lonely, she had gotten her Hogwarts acceptance letter earlier that day but didn't say anything. She's determined to go and find out what happened to her brother. As of that day, she wanted to spend it with the newer version of her mother, and a cupcake, cause as Loraine says, "There's no need for a big cake since there's only one to eat it."

12th birthday. A school year has passed and little Jane is confident she's on the right track. With her new friends by her side, Rowan, Ben and Penny, she believes her Hogwarts years will be much better than she anticipated.

13th birthday. Another curse has been broken and another friend has been collected. The fight will the Ice Knight had earned Jane a scar, small that looks like nothing. After the fight, Loraine has acknowledged Jane's well being and she's pleased she can rely on her friends. Bill has noticed the Cleve family is a bit off but pretends not to notice for his friend's day.

14th birthday. Jane begins to be more familiar with her friend-magnet gift. Her 3rd year was tough, with people facing their worst nightmare, but that doesn't stop them from breaking the curse. The gang has suprised Jane with a cake. It can't stand like a proper cake but she doesn't care, she's happy to be surrounded with people she loves.

15th birthday. The school year could have had a better conclusion. Jane is upset cause she was certain Jacob would be found in that cursed vault. To make things better, Loraine grounded her for the whole summer, both for the fact she had to serve detention and in hopes she'll drop the cursed vaults.

So for her birthday, Jane was alone once more. Well, kinda. The whole night she'd get letters from all of her friends. Some were even personally delivered by a certain bird boy that may or may not have wanted to see her.

16th birthday. Everybody is uneasy. Rakepick's betrayal had hurt the children deeply. Jacob had finally shown himself but his reunion with Jane had not been as sweet as she wanted. She's angry yes, and sad as well, but the cursed vaults are still out there and she has no time to waste with talking about her feelings.

17th birthday. Things have really gone downhill. Sure, the curse has been lifted. And Rakepick is in Azkaban. But their group is broken with two dear friends being gone by the Green Curse. She blames herself, she was there when it happened, she could have done something.

Everyone says it's not her fault, hell, even Merula and Ismelda. She's scared she can't protect anybody anymore. She's scared she won't be able to fight not only evil witches and wizards, but also a disease that has hit her gravely.

18th birthday. HAH SIKE THEY'RE ALIVE.

Things are much better for the gang. Rowan and Ben have awoken from their coma, Peregrine is gone and R has been defeated. Jane's health condition is not the best, but in general life is becoming more peaceful.

19th birthday. The gang has taken their own roads but still meet up for old time's sake. To celebrate birthdays and successes, or support eachother when things are not going to well.

After everything they've been through, with R, Peregrine, ROCC cases and Jacob, Jane has finally reached a point where she genuinely believes that they will be happy. That they will be okay.

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wulfhalls · 3 months ago

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it's not just otto alicent and rhaenyra get mutilpe scenes with the children per episode, rhaenyra has interacted with baela and rhaena more than daemon has, corlys has had more scenes in the last few episodes with his new sons than daemon with any of his kids in two full seasons like what is going on and they even had the audacity to put that laena vision of her asking if he's taking care of their girls. i need the writers to kindly fuck off you wrote daemon like this?? also a guy who's so focused on family and legacy would give a shit about his kids make it make sense!!

they wasted about 3 episodes on a ridiculous notion that he now wants to take the throne for himself. Except there was no real chance of that happening so no tension about it cause like what is he gonna do fight both aegon and rheanyra who is the mother of his children. Claim a throne being about 15th in line with his own kids ahead of him and his daughter ser to become queen lol. It just wasn’t serious in any way and the call me king/king consort thing was more a joke than anything. I can’t blame the casuals for dragging this plot at all,it became annoying fast. Don’t even get me started on Alys,i tried so hard to like her and I do like some scenes but she ends up being another boring for the greater good,women want world peace,won’t someone think of the smallfolk,as the gods will it type of character and I lost all interest.

(ignoring the alys slander sooo bad) couldn't agree more like there really isn't anything I could add or say better u guys are simply too correct

#asks #hotd #house of the dragon

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nnateywriting · 21 days ago

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a week tops

word count: 962 character: trainer red ao3 link || my tip jar

maybe putting the weight of the world on one boy's shoulders was the fire prodding him to isolate for four years.

Slender fingers curl around a ledge poked out too much, a firm grip and shift of weight hoisting his body higher on the mountain. He hadn't brought a single piece of gear to help him scale the last bit to reach the summit, his impulses controlling his recent decisions more than he wanted to admit.

For a kid at the age of twelve, he'd achieved more in his short life than most adults ever dreamed they could accomplish. He'd gotten his starter and gone directly into the League challenges, acquired each of the badges in less than a year, and he'd become the reigning Champion of the Kanto region. He had two dear best friends who would have done anything for him.

So where did it all go so wrong?

Never much for talking, Red's lips tightened into a thin line as he thought back to what was bad enough to drive him batshit crazy and think that climbing a mountain this big and snowy was a good idea.

As soon as he became Champion, the world felt like it collapsed around him. The air felt like lead, his chest hurt and his mind never stopped racing. Going from some child who lived with his mom without a dad, never really talking to anyone let alone a stranger- suddenly he was the headline of every newspaper; he was this larger-than-life legend in the form of a child. Now his friends never spoke to him, Blue too bitter about the massive loss and strike to their pride, and he hadn't heard from Leaf much since the battle either. He assumed she was pissed at him as well, and he really couldn't blame her.

He thought back to his mother at home, continuing to climb up like an amateur mountaineer. She would be heartbroken that he did this, but he really couldn't back out now. Would she see him as ungrateful for her help? Perhaps she would prefer he didn't come back at this rate. She was a caring mother, of course, but she was.. so very fragile. Mentally she was much more frail than she was physically. She picked flowers in her garden and barely left the comfort of Pallet Town. She hated open areas and almost didn't let him leave the house to adventure, but with persistence and the assurance of her son's friends, she allowed it eventually.

He sighed softly to himself, his hands feeling stiff as he finally reached a flat piece to rest on. Pulling himself up, he wasted no time at all falling backwards into the snow, tired red eyes staring up at the snowy sky. Here, the snow never stopped. Here, no other humans really resided.

Here, he would be alone and free of his worries.

His chilled hand slipped down to his belt, resting on top of his Pokeballs. His hand felt warmer almost instantly, the heat radiating from Charizard's ball felt pretty incredible. For a moment, he wondered to himself if he always felt that heat and just learned to ignore it. He lay like that in the snow for a few minutes, his bare forearms finally making contact with the snow and he pushed himself onto unbalanced feet. He was fit physically, sure, but no one was really prepared to impulsively climb a mountain like they assumed they could.

He trudged through the snow, reaching a small cave opening. Once he made it inside, he tossed out a few members of his beloved team.

Pika, being surprisingly aware of the fact that his trainer was now on top of a fucking snowy mountain without a single piece of warm clothing, made a small squeak, rushing outside of the cave to scavenge for sticks. Charizard nudged Red into Snorlax with a gentle snout, the warmth of his big tummy feeling quite nice right about now.

Returning with the sticks, Pika placed them down a couple feet away from Red, Charizard using the flame of his tail to light the fire. Red sank down a bit into the floor of the cave, the remaining members of his team still tucked away in their balls. He knew they would be much warmer there than in this chill.

Carmine eyes fixated on the fire, a bitter smile on his face. Was this really just a way to escape the newfound fame that smothered him suddenly, a way to be alone for the first time in what felt like ages? Or was this some sort of sick punishment on himself for taking something his two best friends had always dreamed of becoming and then being too weak to handle it? This, he considered briefly, was basically the ultimate act of isolation, sugar-coated with flakes of snow and icy tears.

Sighing to himself, his lips curled into a frown, which elicited a small squeak from his yellow companion. Red had many regrets up to this point: not saying goodbye to the people he loved, not bringing a better jacket with him, and perhaps not taking his position as Champion seriously. He'd resigned to Lance before coming here, an exhilarating rush to the battle and Lance proved himself worthy to take the title. Lance didn't win, but neither expected him to. He fought a good battle and Red deemed that worthy enough in his eyes. He'd held the title for about a month, which he did give himself some sliver of credit for.

Everything would work out. Everything would be okay. He'd be up here for a week or two, come down, and give everyone a proper apology for being this selfish. He'd patch things up with Blue and Leaf, hug his mom really tight, and tell the reporters to fuck off.

He'd do that in a week or so.

Right?

#pokemon #trainer red #my writing #ao3 #fanfic #apologies for posting an older one #but i am thrilled to share it

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strangerqueerthings · 1 year ago

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A mix of multiple prompts for @fallofneilhargrove

Haunted (The Camaro), Public Scorn, "What Happens in Hawkins, Stays in Hawkins."

CW for veiled mentions of alcohol abuse, abuse and death.

He doesn't think much about it after the fact. It was just a car, and now it's just a wreck. A ruin in the vague shape of the loud, fast car that had been leverage against the wreck of a son he could never hammer into the proper shape of a man like himself. The squeal of tires on asphalt, spitting gravel and dust; the desperate, helpless fury of his protests, they were the same. Pointless noise. Feeble attempts at rebellion.

He doesn't think much about him after he signs the death certificate.

He never had a son, not the one he wanted. He took after his mother, and just like her, he was gone, a pointless life that winked out of his without trying to be better.

It was easy to forget him, to move on. It had been a momentary annoyance, knowing that he'd failed to get the boy to be anything other than a self-absorbed, violent little delinquent, but that wasn't his fault.

He took too much after his mother.

He doesn't think much about the car once he signs it over to be scrapped.

The town notices his lack of mourning. The whispering, busy body women that eyed the boy like a piece of meat mourn the loss of something so fine, taken down before even hitting his prime… and they notice how his father never shed a tear.

They went to his funeral, and noticed he was only there long enough to half-heartedly toss a few grains of dirt on the grave -a grave the mall had paid for, as part of the settlement.

He never would have paid that much money otherwise. A waste of money for a waste of time, a waste of a boy that never became a respectable man, and never would.

He notices the tracks in front of the house a few weeks after the service. They're familiar, but he brushes it off. Leftover skid marks from the many times the car went peeling out of the driveway.

He dismisses it, and doesn't think much about it.

It's her fault, really. She looked up to him, and picked up his smart mouth. She blames him for his death. She says the town is starting to put it together, starting to see what he really is.

The blood on her lip is bright, brighter than he remembers blood ever being, and it would unnerve him, but he's had one too many beers.

He doesn't think much about it.

He's out later and later each night. Alcohol doesn't seem to work anymore- and when it does, all he can think about is the lock on the door, swinging whenever he looks at it.

No one has been in his room since he died and it was cleared out. No one goes near it. Not even her.

He dismisses it as the wind, or the shifting of the house during the change of seasons, and tries not to think much about it.

Headlights seem to follow him every night when he goes to the bar. He swears they're familiar, but when he stops, pulls over to let it pass, they're gone. When he makes a turn and waits to see it pass, it never does.

The town is getting more folks moving in, or coming to pry, curious about the supposed curse on Hawkins. He dismisses it as another tourist playing lookie-loo and getting lost on the winding backroads.

He tries not to think about it, but he can't shake the feeling he's being watched.

He stops coming home entirely some nights, going to the Motel 6 to sleep off the alcohol that makes him slow, makes him heavy, but doesn't let him forget, won't make him numb, not the way it used to.

He doesn't get sleep.

He keeps seeing headlights pass back and forth past his window.

He peers through the curtains, his heart pounding in his chest, soaked in cold sweat that reeks of alcohol and fear, and he sees the car idling in the parking lot. He can't see the color, or even the shape, but he recognizes the headlights.

They're the same headlights that have been haunting him for months.

He locks the door and shuts himself in the bathroom, curled up in the bathtub with a pillow and blanket ripped from the bed. He spends the night shaking in a fetal position, hearing the barest hint of the car's engine idling outside all night.

It's gone as soon as the sun begins to rise, and the silence it leaves behind is deafening.

He can't stop thinking about it.

It has to be a prank. One of the meddling teenagers in town, maybe one of his whores, one of the delinquents he drank with, trying to drive him out of town. It has to be. There's no other explanation.

The new chief of police is skeptical when he comes forward with the complaint. The man lifts a brow, taking in his haggard appearance, the smell of alcohol that has become part of his natural odor. He doesn't take the report of a stalker seriously, but in a placating, sympathetic, almost mocking tone, he says he'll look into it, and advises him to go home and sober up.

He changes his work shift to nights. He's safe at work at night, and when he drives home, the sun will illuminate the thing that has been stalking him. He just has to switch his sleep schedule, so he takes a weekend off to rewire his clock.

He still can't stop thinking about the car.

She's gone more and more, and she takes her daughter with her. She's been doing that ever since that evening, with it's bright, bright, vivid scarlet, fixed in his mind.

He wants to lay hands to them both for daring to abandon him. For her daring to shirk her wifely duties, for her to be anything but a dutiful surrogate daughter figure.

They're both like him and his mother, and he hates them for it.

He can't sleep, and finds himself at the bar again. Before he knows it, night has fallen, and he has no choice but to drive- to the hotel, or home, it doesn't matter, he has to drive. He can't stay at the bar. It's closed, and his tab has been cut off until he pays it off.

It doesn't matter. Alcohol doesn't work the way it used to.

Adrenaline keeps him far more sober than he'd like.

Home isn't home. It never was. He hasn't had a home since she left and made him feel like he failed, because he couldn't hold onto her. Not her, with her daughter, but her, leaving, instead of submitting, leaving her son because she knew if she took him, he'd have a grasp on her until her son turned 18.

He had turned 18 and died, and there was no one to blame but him, and it was her fault the blame was on him. It was her fault the town whispered about him.

Drunk.

Wife beater.

Child abuser.

Fragile ego.

Failure.

The whispers circulate through his head, and he gets home, drunk on impotent rage rather than alcohol, and he starts throwing things into a suitcase. If she can leave, so can he. He won't be held accountable for another failure, for another child becoming a useless delinquent, a dead child that was a waste of time and money. Especially one that wasn't even his.

He tosses his luggage into the truck and starts driving. He doesn't even know where he's going, not precisely.

He doesn't think about it. He just wants to get the fuck out of Hawkins. Away from the whispers, the gossip, the pitying and skeptical gazes, the accusatory rumors, the too-bright blood on a girl's split lip, a grave he didn't pay for, and a car that should have been compressed into a metal cube.

A car that sits in the road, headlights dazzling, blindingly bright, blocking his path out of Hawkins.

He slams on the brakes, screeching to a halt. The sun will rise soon, and the car will disappear. It always does. It has to, because it's not real. It's scrapped. It's gone.

He stares at the car in the road, watching exhaust trail from the tailpipe, curling into the air like dragon's breath, dissipating like his sanity into the late night air. Above him, the stars seem to spin and dance, as if bouncing in glee, watching from the heavens in anticipation of what will happen.

He doesn't leave the truck. He's never liked horror movies, but he knows the main rule: never get out of the car.

The last bit of clouds drift away, revealing the full moon, and the cold white light glints on the curves of the car, and there's no mistaking the shape.

It's the Camaro.

And it's empty.

His mouth is dry, his throat stuck, and his tongue feels like sticky clay between his jaws. His eyes hurt from being open so wide. His heart is pounding at his ribs like a jackhammer, and fear grips his stomach like ice cold claws of iron. His pulse is heavy in his ears, but somehow it won't drown out the sound of the Camaro's idling engine.

The headlights flare, brighter than he ever imagined, blinding him, as the engine lets out a sound that could only come from something born of Hell- a metallic screech, a mechanical scream, and a roar from an engine that was supposed to be melted down months ago.

The car leaps at him like a wild animal, and in the throes of terror, flooded with adrenaline, he does the one thing he knows he shouldn't do.

He doesn't think about it.

He abandons ship, leaping from the truck to avoid being crushed inside it, hoping the impact of metal on metal will distract the impossible vision from his absence, that will spare him enough time to escape into the woods where it can't possibly follow.

It knew. It knows.

It swerves, tires screeching on the asphalt, smoke reeking of burnt rubber, and comes right after him.

Moments before the fender collides with his body, he stares through the windshield into the empty Camaro, only to find himself locking gazes with a pair of eyes that stare back at him with rage, sorrow, and bitter satisfaction.

He locks eyes with her son, only for a moment, before he's gone again, before the car breaks his spine, crushes his ribes, ruptures his innards, and sends him flying into the trees, plunging him into darkness that he sought so long in the bottom of his cups, but never found.

The police never know what to make of it. Neil Hargrove's truck is parked in the middle of the road, door open, luggage in the back. Skid marks trail away from his truck and towards the woods, but there's no evidence of the other vehicle actually leaving the road.

What they can't understand is why the truck is left where it was, and where the tracks started and stopped where they did.

There was a clean line, where the truck stopped, and the tracks began.

The boundary of Hawkins.

#fall of neil hargrove #billy hargrove #sqt drabble

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vee-crytraps · 23 days ago

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Hi, Vee! Will Talia make an appearance at all? I’m really curious to hear your opinion and characterization of her. I really like her and think she’s an interesting character even though I know a lot of people don’t like/kinda hate her, which I blame on early 2000’s retcons of her. Originally, she was just a villain’s daughter, not out right evil but could still through down if need be, and she was torn between devotion to her father and love for Bruce. I really hate how writers have turned her into an outright villain and even a callous mother to Damien. To me, Talia is a tough- not abusive- but loving mother who only wants the best for her son (even if “best” might seem strange to outsiders). She‘s definitely not perfect, but she is undeniably loyal and will defend her loved ones to her hilt. Which brings me to my next question: what is Talia’s opinion of Bat!Sis ? I can’t imagine she’s very impressed with her lol. (Then again, as an Arab/Chinese boy mom of one child, I can’t imagine she’d be impressed with any daughter-in-law.) Does she even know that Damien has basically chosen her as his Beloved™️ He definitely gets his fierce devotion from his mother, so her opinion of Bat!Sis is ultimately irrelevant to him but I still think he would want her approval. He just wants the two most important women in his life to get along 😭

Hi there!

Unfortunately I don’t think I will be including Talia in this fic, it might even be one of the universes where she’s dead?

I totally love her as a character when she’s done right. You and I are totally aligned when it comes to her being written as this callous pure evil bitch is a complete waste of a really complex character. She, like Damian, is a victim of her father’s whole mindset yk? I think of her as very determined, someone who knows what she wants and doesn’t always agree with her dad and his plans.

That being said- you hit the nail right on the head of her being fiercely disapproving of Batsis as Damian’s endgame. She is a very traditional woman and Damian is her one and only son. If anything I imagine she already has a handful of acceptable matches for Damian. Even if Batsis didn’t wash out of being Robin, her family history of mental illness through Harvey alone would make her “ineligible”. Damian deserves the best after alllll

I don’t think she would do anything extreme about it, especially knowing how important Batsis is to Bruce- but if she were around she would definitely use her influence over Damian to get him to change his mind.

She loves him so much, but a lot of that love takes the shape of reminding him how he is destined for greatness. And Damian respects his mother fiercely but after living as a Wayne for 10 years he understands her flaws. At this point in time he would recognize his mother’s shortcomings and wouldn’t give up batsis.

ultimately when it comes to this universe, her being around would add a whooooole other layer of conflict because she would DEFINITELY have something to say and my laziness has won out haha

#v.ask

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fratboystrider · 4 months ago

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Closed Trial

Linus sits in waiting outside the Duchess’ courtroom. He takes a glance around the room, eyes darting over some portraits, statues and other Girvenan works. He catches the glow of his reflection in some armor and stares for a moment. He looks like utter shit. His long navy hair is disheveled and there’s mascara streaks running all across his face. So he fixes himself up as best he can. Smoothing his hair and wiping his cheeks with his tunics sleeve before deciding this is as good as it’s gonna get. Back at waiting, Linus notes the hallway is largely silent save for the creaking sound his boot makes when he bounces his leg and the occasional maid. Meaning, nobody of importance has seen him at what he’s dubbing his lowest point so far.

He’s been waiting in the hall for... well, at this point, he’s not really sure. An hour? More? It feels like more. Across from him are two big, fancy-looking golden doors. The very same doors his parents and the Duchess of Girvena had passed through however long ago he’s been here for. Were he a lesser man, he’d find those doors a little intimidating. Only a little.

The imperial guard of the Arc had stormed his family's estate a few days ago. They'd arrested Linus claiming the Duchess of Girvena had summoned him and he was to be tried for an alleged “bureaucratic transgression” as they put it. It was pure nonsense, really. Linus had spent the next two nights cramped in a cell in who knows where. The whole ordeal made him want to throw a fit. He’s a big boy. He’s 20 for fuck's sake! He can admit it; he was a little shaken up. But can you blame him? Basically kidnapping the Count of Meara's son? The heir? Disrupting his plans for the day? He figures he’ll have the pleasure of threatening and hopefully ending their lives after he meets with the Duchess, and they clear up this whole mishap. Don’t get it wrong; he was guilty of a crime. It just wasn't something so heinous that it'd warrant such a reaction. He didn’t even know it was a family crest that he was stealing! It wasn’t even his first time robbing someone! To think... petty theft tried at such a high level... what a waste of time for everyone involved. Surely there are more pressing political issues that the Arc should be focused on. Surely the Agular's can take a joke. Everything will be fine. Totally.

…

……

… So then, why were they taking so long?

See, the more he thinks about it, the more wrong everything seems. He’s never been detained for more than one night. His parents usually bail him out, yet this time they didn't do anything. They let him rot in a grimy cell for days. It doesn’t make sense. He’s the Count’s son. Their public image would suffer immensely if this got out and— his thoughts are interrupted by the sound of the stupid, shitty golden doors creaking open. A faint blue glow emanates from said doors and his mother, the Countess, pokes her head through. "Linus, mon chou, come," she says, holding out a gloved hand. As he arises and walks towards the door, she presses her finger to her lips, pleading with him to be quiet. For once in his life, Linus obeys.

He is greeted by the Duchess Elodi of Girvena, who sits behind her desk with her hands folded beneath her chin. His father stands across from the Duchess, his back to the door, his head bowed in what is presumably disappointment. Were his antics actually that bad?

"Linus, I wish we were meeting under different circumstances. Please, take a seat," the Duchess says, motioning to an empty chair.

With a quick bow Linus takes a seat and starts explaining his case, "Your grace—"

The Duchess holds her hand up, interjecting, "I don’t actually care. And for your sake, it’s best we finish this hearing quickly." She begins sifting through documents leaving Linus with no time to process anything. By the time his mind catches up to the scenario at hand, the Duchess is holding up a long sheet of paper and clearing her throat.

"After much deliberation, I have reached a verdict. Lord Linus of Meara, for your many crimes against the Arc, for your refusal to learn from your actions, and for your failure to fall in line, your punishment is exile. You are to leave the Arc. Forget your family, your wealth, and your title. You have no place here." the Duchess continues to read his verdict with no emotion, staring at him blankly when she finishes.

Linus blinks. "I– what?”

"You are to leave after the hearing," the Duchess instructs, clearly ignoring him. Why was she ignoring him? "You are to never return."

His mother places a hand on his shoulder. An empty attempt at reassurance. He shrugs her off, leaning forward. "I don’t understand," Linus tries again, "why?"

"What you did was political, Linus. You stole the crest of a rival family," the Duchess explains, crossing her hands under her chin once more. "You should be glad your parents opted for this instead."

Oh.

Of course. But of course they’d do this to him.

Linus turns to his parents, livid, "You're sending me away?" His mother, a Countess, is covering her face with her hands. “Mama” he pleads, “mama, why?” When she does not respond, he turns to his father. The Count still can’t look at him. "Papa, look at me," he demands. "How could you do this to me? Look at me, you coward." Linus slams his fists on the Duchess’ desk, which makes the Duchess back away. Linus grasps at stray documents and shoves anything he can onto the floor with a loud yell. He pulls at his hair, unsure what to do next.

He feels wounded. He wants them to hurt.

He hopes this is as harrowing for them as it is for him.

"Linus, enough," the Duchess says tentatively. As if she's speaking to a child. "Be grateful".

Grateful? He’s about to be abandoned. Is this stupid country worth more to them than their son? He feels like he’s being killed. "They're sending me away." He turns to face the Duchess. Grateful? "I’m too troublesome. So they’re sending me away. And you want me to be fucking grateful?" He laughs. He wants to cry.

“Is this your sick idea of love?!” Linus shouts, turning to his parents, “You think I’ll forget all the au pairs you hired to do your job for you?!”, the two finally look at him. “I’d rather die than live alone in exile. I’d rather die than be stripped of my title. My inheritance is the only good you’ve done for me.”

"Had it not been for your parents’ negotiation, you would've been executed," the Duchess states matter-of-factly. Like that magically makes it all better.

"Linus of Meara, you are a spoiled brat. You’ve had everything in life handed to you. Even now, after you’ve put their lives and country in danger, your parents still choose to spoil you." The Duchess gestures at them. If he looks for it, he can see fear and sadness in their eyes. Linus isn’t really sure what to think anymore.

"You have a few hours to pack and leave," the Duchess says, snapping him back to the very dire situation at hand. "I suggest you start as soon as possible if you want to leave the Arc alive."

#linus of meara #dnd #d&d #dungeons and dragons #writing

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martyrbat · 6 months ago

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8. Is there anything about post-Flashpoint canon you prefer to pre-Flashpoint canon? Be honest.

Be really honest, c'mon. We can take it :D

i answered this once [here] and im unsure if this will fully count but im constantly going back and forth on if i like the changes for elenor lane! lois' father is in the military regardless and is. rough... but her mother changes from someone she constantly bumps heads with as an adult to someone who passed when lois was a child.

in the original canon i love the conflict between lois and her parents! i love the way she openly despises her mother for being "just" a housewife and her fear of being like her mother, of wasting her life away. to me, lois will never want to be a mother. she isnt family based—she takes pride and value in her work and what shes capable of. she loves her independence, she loves getting into trouble, she loves what she does. the idea of becoming just a housewife (or just the girlfriend to superman, always being saved instead of doing anything) is something that terrifies her to her core. and i think her mother hates that. she has expectations on what a womans purpose and value should be, on what a successful and happy life is. shes proud of her daughter but its a 'she'll change her mind' hope. its a 'she doesn't know better/what shes missing and i have to correct her' thing and that conflict of values makes them have tension in a way thats more subtle and repressed than the outwardly way she and sam fights (also i hc lois as fat and the added pressure that'll cause from her mother on what a woman should or shouldn't be, the unsolicited advice for losing weight or what men do or dont like..)

but also the idea of her dying when lois is a child is so fascinating to me!! it makes more sense with how she does end up more family focused and not as resentful towards it because she was raised at such a young age that this is something to hold value in and how important it is and she doesn't have as many years as resenting her mother and the idea of what motherhood will be (OR itll make her hate the idea of raising children more because her entire life shes been responsible for someone and had to make sacrifices for it... i just dont think she'll ever want to be a mom but that's just me so JRIJBFF) but also her raising her younger sister and how much added pressure that was on her since she was young to be perfect. she has to be the ideal soldier to sam (who in older canon (maybe new too?) said he wanted her to be a boy and blamed her mother for not giving him a son). she goes through sam's military hell and training and has to stand her ground against him alone while never being good enough for him because she'll never be that son he wanted. but also having to be the honorary mother, having to fulfill that role as well? having to learn how to cook and having to clean, having to be responsible for the house and little details, having to be responsible for her younger sister and her well-being instead of getting to just play together like sisters do, having these unfair expectations and extra responsibilities placed on her little shoulders and the way it will fester to more complicated feelings as they grow older...

in the original her and lucy arent that close but in the newer canon they sorta are and i think with ella dying when they were younger, it'll make sense for both dynamics to exist. for there to be a little bit of resentment since lucy didnt have to carry the responsibilities of everything and was allowed a childhood, was allowed to grieve, was allowed to be carefree and stumble and fall. but she still loves her. shell still be there to attempt to catch her when she does inevitably fall, just like she always has been—its her responsibility and duty as a sister to cushion the impact despite how it may harm her. it adds more nuances for their relationship and i love complicated, messy family relationships

i think both have very interesting ways it'll impact anything, with both her family dynamics and how she'll place value on things. with how she views motherhood, marriage and children, her work, her core values and what she prioritizes, her relationship between sam and lucy, how she handles things, everything. a major death like that ripples out to and impacts everything she end up doing, it changes her actions and motives and what fuels her decisions in life and how she sees things

so i both like it and hate it depending on my mood and what i want in the story JDKDJ

dc ask game <3

#hope this is okay!! thank you for asking ^_^#dc ask game #lois & motherhood #ella lane

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atopearth · 1 year ago

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Butterfly's Poison; Blood Chains (Chou no Doku) Part 1 - Junichi Shiba Route

Yuriko seems like a really fun heroine, love how ready she was to jump onto a tree from her balcony to escape her birthday party. It seems that Yuriko is quite taken by Majima though! Mizuhito is an LI isn't he? Dang, we've got an incest route? Never really experienced that in an otome game before so that will be interesting, I mean I'm sure it turns other people off but I think it's quite interesting in fiction🫣 Oh, it's really sad to know that because Mizuhito was forced to give up on his dreams of being a painter and going abroad for it, he's lost his ambition and just sleeps around with nothing he's particularly interested in anymore. It's terrible when you actually have a dream but can't go for it. Oooh okay, Mizuhito is the son of a servant and Yasuyuki, Yuriko's father, no wonder Shigeko, Yuriko's mother doesn't seem to like him at all. The maid that likes Majima is crazy, what makes her think she'll be more desirable to him if she tells him that she's been sleeping with Saburo?? And Saburo looks very creepy so that's even worse! Fujita is an older man! I like them older so I'll be very interested in his route! I'm actually surprised that Yuriko hasn't caught on that this birthday party is most likely a party hosted to "marry" her off to a rich family. Fujita giving Yuriko chocolate to cheer her up was cute. Hmm Hideo is the childhood friend huh~ It doesn't seem like they have a nice relationship anymore because he's apparently changed though?🤔 Wow, Hideo seems like a jerk that's taking out his anger towards Yuriko's parents looking down on his family on Yuriko.

I'm actually really sad that Majima is basically her first love and the one she likes but she's going to be with someone else. How do I do these routes knowing she likes Majima but feels like she can't be with him because he's just a gardener? Although I guess it's realistic... Kyoko is so beautiful! Hmm, Yuriko smells strongly of the flower in her name - Yuri aka lily, I wonder what that means. I'm glad Hideo apologised because he really was quite hurtful. Wow, Yuriko really was so reckless, she's really lucky that this guy saved her. Anyway, that was a terrible end to her birthday party. Not only did people end up ambushing it with weapons trying to kill those related to politics, but Yuriko's father got killed and her mother seems to know who the killer might be but is so frightened that she's going nuts. I don't know what's going to happen to Yuriko's family now though. Her mother continues her lavish spending to seemingly get away from everything, her brother is the new head of the household but has no heart to do anything for it. The guy who saved her is Shiba, our first route! Not sure what to think of him though lol.

Well, I didn't think Shiba would be so interested in Yuriko, but I guess he's the rich businessman LI who saves her family, not sure how I feel about him describing how much he wants to touch her, veryyyy inappropriate. Totally understand why Yuriko is so put off by him. I can't even blame Mizuhito for hating this house considering he never got to do what he really wanted to do and their house is still wasting away because of his parents. It made me happy to see him so adamantly against marrying Yuriko off to Shiba for money and ruining her life. Even though I can understand why Shiba hates on the nobility, he really has no manners or common sense tbh lol! He really wanted to drag Yuriko out by herself without anyone else?? Never, I tell you!! That's like releasing a little lamb to a wolf lol. I'm sure he won't do anything but she hasn't even accepted his marriage proposal yet so it's definitely not fine for her to be out with a guy by herself. Too bad that choosing Shiba as my first route means we pick no one to accompany Yuriko which is wild lol, I demand Majima😭

Anyway, it seems like Hideo has also caught on to Mizuhito's supposed "feelings" towards Yuriko... Does Shiba know Yuriko from somewhere? Anyway, even though Shiba is frustrating to deal with, I do like how Yuriko so straightforwardly shows her dislike and disgust towards him, she really doesn't mince her words haha. Well, those kisses were wild! He really went for it and wouldn't take no for an answer! I mean, it's great that he's honest but whoa lol. Kyoko is very amusing, gotta love how honest she is about not recommending having children lmao, poor kid though, he can probably tell his mother never wanted him and was forced to have him. Good that Shiba apologised but he's very shameless to say he's sorry but that he doesn't regret it lol. I am so glad that Kyoko told Shiba that women are not weak and are not possessions of men because dude, this guy really hasn't given much respect to Yuriko and women much at all! But they did it playfully so I guess Shiba isn't thaaaat much of a jerk but he still can be lol. Shiba's rough around the edges and lacks understanding of social cues around nobility I guess but it did kinda hurt to see him so distraught over Yuriko not wanting to accept his pearl necklace. It was obvious that it was going to break but I'm kinda glad Yuriko at least got to tell him that she felt like she was getting bought by him rather than loved by him with all these gifts and stuff he's doing.

Hmm I'm not sure and I'll feel bad if I'm wrong but it feels like Majima is related to why people broke in on the day of the party and this possibly revenge plot against Yuriko's parents? Personally, I don't really feel the romance between Shiba and Yuriko but I guess I can understand how Yuriko would feel silly for believing he loves her when he kissed Kyoko, and then he pushes her down now too! Glad he stopped because I was very worried for Yuriko. Shiba was probably mad to see Yuriko at a marriage interview and that's why he said what he said but that was very disrespectful to Yuriko for sure. And honestly I don't really blame Yuriko for doing what she did, because it is difficult for her to believe in his feelings for her. I'm glad though that Yuriko understands that accepting this marriage interview in anger was disrespectful to Katsuie and his family who are serious about looking for a partner. It's nice to know that even though Shiba's confident, he was still anxious about Yuriko getting married to this guy, enough that he's been lacking sleep anyway. Now that they're both a little bit more open with what they want to say to each other without Yuriko displaying outright disgust and Shiba being a bit more honest about his feelings without other pretenses and jokes, I do like how they interact with each other. Communication really is the best.

I really loved how he finally told Yuriko about their real first meeting being when he was trying to survive as a teenager committing crime, but meeting the young Yuriko who helped him made him want to live up to her standards and be suitable to be beside her. It's crazy to think that she was basically his whole reason for living all these years and that's the depth of his love for her and that's why he finds it difficult to hold himself back lol. Their honest conversation really made me see him in a better light for sure. Definitely didn't expect them to be wild enough to do it in her bedroom just because Mizuhito wasn't home though haha. I loved how they went back to where they first met. Even though it obviously affects Shiba more, being able to come back with the one he's been chasing after all his life, but I liked how instead of forcing Yuriko to think about their first meeting that she barely remembered, she instead reminisced about the peaceful days when her family was wealthy. As for Majima possibly being the head of an opium trafficking organisation? That is pretty scary😮 Majima must hate her family quite a bit if he wants Yuriko to suffer so much, although it feels like he does like her and that's why he wanted to bring her to Shanghai and torment her next to him. I wonder if Mizuhito not being able to fulfil his painter dreams was partly because of him doing something?

Anyway, Yuriko really is reckless but seeing Shiba with tears in his eyes when she woke up after jumping out of Majima's car and throwing herself into the ocean to escape was really sweet. After their feelings became mutual, it's been really nice to see how genuine Shiba is and how much he sincerely cares for and loves her to not even hesitate jumping into the ocean to save her at night. Shiba being the director of an orphanage and hoping to build a school for children like him is something I expected him to do, he's just that kind of guy. Now that we have a bit more context as to why he said you could buy anything with money, yeah he's right in that context of having more opportunities and choices in the future etc haha. He really was insufferable when he first said it though haha! Dang, didn't expect how bad the ending could be with Yuriko accepting Iida's proposal and how it causes such tragedy… Not only did Iida's business basically go down, Mitsuhito "suicided" and if Yuriko tries to follow him, Shiba saves her and she loses her eyesight, what hell…lt honestly sucks because she's basically trapped and can only "see" Shiba but all he does is touch her thinking that's the only way he can have her. The ending where Yuriko seeks revenge on Shiba is so sad but I really liked it. It felt so terrible to see how happy Shiba was going home to her knowing that she was poisoning him everyday but it didn't matter to him as long as he got to live happily with her. He wasn't even the one who drove Iida's business down and made her family's debts worse, he just became the most likely suspect and never denied it making Yuriko misunderstand, that's just so sad. Reading his diary expressing his neverending love for her was so sweet, yet so tragic. The Shanghai Doll ending is amusing, I guess going blind and deaf is the only way for Majima to feel like he can be with her without feeling guilty?

Overall, Shiba's route was all right. The first half really wasn't the best because Shiba really wasn't communicating properly and was to an extent insufferable with the way he said things and how he treated her by always touching her inappropriately without her consent. I mean, I understand how desperate and happy he was since he finally reached her "level" and was able to see her and interact with her but he really didn't have the best impression haha. I mean, I still enjoyed how snappy she was towards him and enjoyed their interactions to an extent but it was still too much for me. However, once their feelings were mutual, I really enjoyed the rest of the story! I liked how Shiba finally could be a bit more honest and express himself in a way that made you understand better why he said things the way he did before, and seeing how kind he was made you understand how deep his love was for Yuriko. I enjoyed how cute they were, and it felt good to see how genuine Shiba's feelings were for her in contrast to how playful he was in the beginning, and how it felt like we could never really see what his purpose was even though he did seem to like Yuriko. I really liked the poison ending and feel like that might be my favourite just because I love the regret and pain, but also the different way the ending was able to portray Shiba's love for Yuriko. Tragic but sweet, my favourite thing to read haha!

#chou no doku hana no kusari #butterfly's poison; blood chains #chou no doku

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Chapter 21

He was heavily panting though no one could really blame him as what he had just achieved took him months and a tremendous amount of willpower, he was no Hailey but he was able to pull through. He had to move quickly before him mother noticed he had disappeared from the manor. He had at most an hour, he had done well in getting her used to him ignoring her for a small amount of time but she would eventually notice. Without looking back he ran as far as he could away from the manor to avoid his mother hearing him. As soon as he felt that he was a good distance away he apparated to Diagon Alley and headed straight to Gringotts to finish what his father had started.

***a few hours later in Mystic Falls***

What was once a quiet and tranquil abandoned mansion deep in the forest was now an area subjugated to the ranting and complaining of one Lucius Malfoy. He was berating the original mother for having thought of such an unstable plan and internally himself for even thinking that with all her years she would have some sort of wisdom. A fat load of dragon dung did her wisdom help in deterring the Potter family! If anything this could be seen as a minor setback to the family and just make them come closer together.

“Arghhh! Worthless vampire! She couldn’t even do any actual damage what was the point of even using her?! A compulsion spell should have been enough to cause at least some bodily harm. I thought you said that the boy was younger than her, shouldn’t he have been weaker?!”, it was quite the unattractive look for Lucius, his face was red with furry clashing terribly with his platinum blonde hair. Esther was of the same state not caring to being talked to as if an underling but needing the abominations momentarily put up with some of the undermining talk. But she needed him to know or at least think that the plan wasn’t entirely pointless.

“He is younger and he should have been weaker than her! No doubt that my abominations have something to do with it. But fret not dear Lucius, now that they’ve dealt with that waste of space their guards are let down.”, her face was set in displeasure at the thought of her mistakes but turned into a sinister smirk, which Lucius hesitantly copied.

“Which will be the perfect time for us to get them. That harlot Potter just had to spread her legs for that undead filth. Now instead of having to just get rid of her mate we need to rid her of those filthy halflings! She’ll be distraught enough that my son can easily swoop in and claim her.”, it was considered absolute sacrilege to even consider harming a child of the magical community, but to find out that his son had lost his chance to impregnate Potter made him absolutely mental. Even more so with the ridiculous creature protection laws but Lucius Malfoy is determined to have Hailey Potter under his boot or at the very least gain her position of power in their community. He’s willing to even do the world a great service by getting rid of the plague of vampirism. He was thinking up a plan and voicing them to Esther when Perseus ran in.

“Malfoy! I have some news from home! It’s terrible, your son is rebelling!”, Parkinson said while In between pants. Lucius had thought ahead in keeping up with the news back home and got the Prophet to deliver them. He rushed back to their dingy base once he had read the news, Draco had been able to break out of his father’s imperious orders and get to Gringotts to declare his father unfit to run family affairs. Lucius had never before whipped around his head so fast and had never turned red so quickly.

“What?!??!”, after reading the article his face once again became red with anger but it was more intense and clashed even more horribly with his platinum hair. He ripped the paper to bits and shouted out. He then proceeded to break anything in the room the muggle way. Esther sat back on a recently transfigured chair and rubbed her forehead tiredly as she watched the damage unfold. Things had gotten a lot more difficult.

*****

Everyone was on edge even though Katherine had been dealt with, it wasn’t enough to ease all their nerves. The Originals were told about how Hailey’s immortality worked. Like Klaus they assumed that it worked similarly to theirs: eternally youthful but still very much killable. When in fact hers was true immortality: She was unable to stay dead. But it still made them worried, Stefan had felt the bond tear painfully and then mere minutes after become somewhat mended. He had gone feral and Klaus worries about his mentality if Hailey died again but came back again. One thing was for certain, the couple didn’t want to be apart and clung onto each other harder than before and everyone was happy Katherine was gone, well almost everyone.

When Damon and Elena came to everyone was gone but Katherine had been left behind. Seeing as how she was still breathing made the Originals question why they were just leaving her free. The wizards then explained the terrifying powers of the dementors, in their mere presence you shall fear the coldness of death and relive your worst memories. Their kiss, however, was much worse. A dementor kiss meant that your very soul was to be sucked out and it leaves the victim as nothing more than a living husk. Bill tried to say to make them understand is that she was like a brain dead patient: living but no chance whatsoever to recover. That gave the barely enough assurance they could leave her…she’ll eventually just die on her own.

Damon was more erratic and frantic than Elena had ever seen before. They had heard the whole explanation of what Potter did to Katherine. While apart of her is horrified of what Potter is capable of another part is silently thankful that Katherine won’t be able to harm her anymore. Damon, however, looked absolutely distraught. He was kneeling near Katherine and holding her close but she was just…there. Damon had thought to bring her blood to maybe get some reaction but nothing he did had gotten her to even flinch. Internally, Elena was sneering at the scene but outwardly she had a look of remorse. How dare Damon lead her on when he still had feelings for Katherine. (Pot calling the kettle black)

She stepped forward to put her hand on his shoulder when he looked like he had given up but she was unpleasantly surprised and terrified when Damon had stood up quickly and hissed at her. “DON’T TOUCH ME, ELENA!”, it’s as if Damon’s golden image that he had been carefully crafting was breaking apart. He had tried so hard to play the bad boy turned good to get Elena. Katherine had long made her decision and showed that he was really nothing to her other than a plaything but Elena…she looked just like her and to Damon that was enough. He was even planning to slowly turn her and change her personality to be more like Katherine. But seeing the real deal practically dead at his feet cause everything to start breaking in his head.

“Damon?!”, she was startled and flinched back, she didn’t notice the flash of remorse in his eyes but was immediately replaced by anger.

“She gone Elena! Everything I have ever done was to have HER and now she’s gone!”, he was started to let angry tears out.

“But, Damon you still have-“, she tried to appeal to him, if anything to calm him down.

“You’ll never be her! You could never replace her! I can’t believe I was stupid enough to believe that YOU could ever be enough!”, his chest heaving he sped out of the house. He needed a drink, a strong one and maybe a few sorority girls. He left Elena alone and for the first time she really realized that she was alone. Everyone had either distanced themselves or turned on her, she was alone. A small creak came from the entrance and her heart leaped maybe Damon had realized that she was not a replacement. But her look of hope turned into confusion… and a hint of fear.

“Who are you?”

*With Hailey Potter*

The Potter mansion had been filled to the brim once everyone one decided that there was safety in numbers to if anything to ease paranoia. It turned out Katherine had fed from a member of the pack, just as Hailey feared, but Katherine luckily just drained him and then snapped his neck. So long without appropriate amount of blood would have made anyone look appetizing to a vampire. The Originals got to see first hand how much their brother’s pack meant to him. Klaus had went into a slight panic but was placated once the young hybrid had recovered.

It had been about a month since the incident. The pack, after learning what Katherine had done and was planning to do to the twins, had become a bit more protective and took their patrols a lot more seriously. Hailey was thankful but she didn’t want to spend time away from her new home. She had just gotten everything to feel like home, moving portraits of her ancestors were hung up, family heirlooms were placed in their respective areas, and most importantly the final extension to the mansion was finished. Since even before becoming the mistress of death she had a connection to Thestrals that she couldn’t explain. It was only until after it made sense why the Thestrals had practically herded themselves around her in CoMC and why they would even go as far as to allow her to touch their wings and ride them.

She had gotten an extension to the mansion property that was completely invisible to the muggles. She had decided to keep a herd of thestrals and they had just arrived and was bonding with her and the others but the the whole fiasco happened. She didn’t want to just leave her herd. The hybrids and the originals let her know that they understood completely. Next thing she knew she was opening the door to let them in to indulge their protective nature.

Stefan was another story. They had been able to move them to their room after Hailey had passed out and the small family had been left to cuddle and just enjoy her presence and breathing until she could wake up. When she woke, Stefan had calmed down and was no longer running on instinct and the boys had taken the chance to start attempting to hold their heads up by themselves. She had unshed tears in her eyes as she drew them close to her, utterly relieved that she was able to save her boys and keep Stefan stable.

But she couldn’t help but chuckle at Stefan’s recent habit of following her around like a lost puppy. When cooking in the kitchen, he was seated at the granite island watching her until he decided he was too far and held her around the waist until she was done. When attending to the thestrals he would trail behind her and be holding her hand while she pet and primed them. The thestrals seemed amused by it. Even when just looking after Cedar and Caelan he can’t seem to help himself, it seemed Stefan needed a constant reminder that she was moving and breathing right in front of her. She didn’t know how to address the problem, she loved the physical presence of her husband but she was worried about his mental health. She knew that perhaps he needed a night to distract himself. Maybe a night out would do him some good, prove to him that they can still be out and about without worrying about her keeling over.

He’s hesitant about going out. At home he has his family and it was his safe place but he won’t lie it would be nice to go out, he’s beginning to go a little stir crazy. He just wants to keep Hailey safe, her whole life she’s had to look after herself and for others. He just wants her to know that he’s there and she’s his to take care of and look after. But one night out with just him and his wife won’t kill anybody…

He agreed and he was happy that he had said yes as his wife had smiled at him so sweetly. She didn’t want to start him off on something big like traveling out of town. She wanted to ease him into a safer mindset not full on catapult him, so she thought maybe something familiar would help. She advised a small night out, then said with a faint blush, “We could treat it like a date? I was never really with anybody before you and I was hoping to go on a real date like I used to see on the television?”, she rarely did it but when she was younger while sneaking out of her cupboard to swipe some food from the kitchen she would sometimes turn the tv on and put the volume all the way down to watch it. It was once the most thrilling did she did before getting into Hogwarts.

His heart melted at how excited she was for something so simple. “What kind of date do you have in mind?”, he smiled at how she perked up at his question.

“I’ve always wanted to go to the cinema! I was never allowed to growing up and there isn’t anything like it in the wizarding world! And maybe we could grab something to eat after, I always heard from my relatives at how ridiculous movie theater food prices were.”, his smile turned into a small frown when he heard this she wasn’t allowed to but her relatives had gone? He rarely ever hears her speaking of her relatives but there was never a kind story or fondness spoken of by Hailey. Before she noticed his frown he snapped his previous face back on. The Ripper in him wanted to personally meet with her relatives, he made a mental note to speak with Klaus about it.

“Sounds like a plan, movie then dinner shall I pick you up and bring you back by curfew to ensure your brothers we weren’t up to mischief?”, he said in a teasing tone to help ease his personal atmosphere. He didn’t expect for her to smack his arm lightly with a smirk on her face.

“What else kind of mischief could we possibly get into? Me lose my purity? I’m sure our boys prove otherwise, us getting hitched in Vegas? We’re already married!”, she said with laughter. It wasn’t long until he joined in as well. They assembled everyone into the drawing room and told them their plans on a night out. They protested at first until Hailey started to glare at everyone. Stefan squeezed her shoulder and stepped up.

“We know you just want to protect us but we’d like some alone time.”at the kicked puppy expressions on everyone’s faces he was quick to add in some comforting words. “How about if a few of you come along like a silent security detail? We still get a semi private time and you guys can look after us? But not all of you we still need babysitters for the boys!”, everyone agreed and started to draw straws at who can go and who could stay. He looked to Hailey who was just shaking her head fondly at the scene. It was set that four hybrids would come with them, with Tyler included. And two hybrids would be the main caregivers for the boys for the night. Main ones since it was impossible to say that any of the hybrids could resist coming up to play with the boys however short a time.

He was starting to get excited as he started getting ready, a date with his wife. He dressed in a pale blue polo shirt with his favorite black leather jacket over and wore a pair of dark denim pants. He was looking for his dark boots when his wife came into the closet as well to find a pair of shoes. He looked at her dress and admired how stunning she was. Hailey decided to wear the new dress Becca had gotten her, a black long sleeve clasi mesh insert square neck flare hem dress. She paired the dress with her now ever present family pendant and her recently found platform chunky high heels. She hasn’t worn heels since Bill’s wedding but it a special occasion might as well. She didn’t notice how her husband was admiring her when she bend down to get her shoes. She stood up and proceeded to her vanity to put her hair up, she decided to have her bangs on display and have the rest of her hair tied in a ponytail.

She smiled at Stefan when she noticed him coming up behind her in the mirror. He leaned down once she was finished and placed a kiss on her pulse point with his arms coming around her waist. She turned slightly to place a kiss on the corner of his mouth. He went in for a deeper kiss but was indignant when she placed her hand on his mouth. “Uh uh! We don’t want to be late now do we love?” He groaned exaggerating his dismay at not being able to have his wife’s lips. She smirked at him teasingly and went to get him his recently acquired pendant. She snapped it on his neck and tapped his nose. “In due time luv.” He smiled and extended his arm gentleman like. She linked her arm with him and they both walked down to meet with everyone. She hoped everyone would like the new movie she had chosen for them to watch. It was exciting from what she heard about it, though what a strange name, Fast and the Furious.

It was certainly exciting and Hailey was practically entranced. Since she was 11 she focused primarily on the wizarding world so seeing the movie was a culture shock. Stefan and her whispered during the film about how impressive the cars were. Stefan had enjoyed it as he got to see cool cars and snuggle with his wife in the dark. He also got to see how much of an adrenaline junkie his wife was at her smiling very hard in the race scenes. The hybrids wanted to give them some space so they split up into different corners of the theater where they had a clear view of the couple without interfering with them. Stefan’s only problem was that people kept staring at them or specifically his wife. He tensed up and it took Hailey giving him a kiss to calm him down. At seeing how uncomfortable Stefan was getting she glared at anyone who was watching them, Stefan relaxed as he felt the stares leave them. He smiled apologetically at Hailey but she just smiled and placed a kiss on his cheek for his troubles.

By the time the movie ended Stefan made eye contact with each of the hybrids and a swift head motion to show that they were about to leave. Hailey had the right idea of him not being ready to go to some faraway fancy restaurant and the Mystic Grill had good fries. He sent a quick text to Klaus and the others that they were fine and on the move. He got a lot of ‘be safe’ text from them in response, it brought a smile to his face. His overprotective family demanded a picture of them. He and Hailey posed in a typical teen fashion and sent it off. Hurrying to his car as his hearing had picked up her tummy rumbling. She was blushing since she knew he heard it.

*At the Mystic Grill*

It was a quiet night for once at the grill, Stefan was a little worried as he never had seen the grill this empty before. Hailey pointed out that it was a school night and Hermione had said it was also close to some sort of mid year test going on. So most of the usual occupants are home. He relaxed a bit at the explanation, he was glad the hybrids had came, it felt good to know that there was backup near. Hailey had chosen a booth to sit at, she was really going for a cliche date but he smiled at how cute she was trying to make it happen. A server came and took their order, Hailey immediately ordered some pie on the side of her burgers and fries and Stefan asked his burger be on the rare side. Stefan recently had taken an interest in what the wizarding world offered for creatures. He was originally mad at how his sons would be treated because of their lineage but he was glad that Hailey had people back home that were determined to make it fairer for them. After hearing that news he couldn’t help be curious about what was happening and he was insanely curious about the magical world in America. Hailey chatted about it excitedly, she hasn’t gotten a chance to really explore the magical world in America so she proposed maybe she could take him on a ‘magical’ date. The corny joke made them both laugh which slowly died down as there was a sudden bang coming from the entrance of the grill. Stefan saw the hybrids stand up quickly and soon he found out why. Damon was at the entrance of the grill and Stefan had never seen him looked so unhinged.

#harry potter #fem!harry potter #harry potter x stefan salvatore #master of death #stefan salvatore #vampire diaries

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vibingouthere · 2 years ago

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in the car, I just can’t wait

Her initial plans for the holiday had been simple.

With Meredith’s house now burnt to the ground and Link visiting his parents with Scout, Amelia had only one goal heading into the long weekend: to pick Kai up from the airport Thursday morning and trap them in their hotel room until they had to leave Sunday afternoon.

Super late Thanksgiving fic!!! Rated M (for Sexual Humor and General Horny Activity—no smut tho). Cross-posted on AO3, link at the bottom.

Their hands were gripping her ass and she was grinding down on them, breathing heavily as their teeth scraped messily against her neck. The steering wheel was digging into the small of her back and the car windows had long since fogged up, but she paid it no mind: Kai had just let out the most desperate whine she’d ever heard as her hand raked down their stomach and, really, after the month she’d had, who could blame her for not giving a shit about anything else…

Her initial plans for the holiday had been simple.

While the rest of her family would be wasting the day on starchy food and rowdy conversation, Meredith, Maggie, and the kids invited to spend the day at Bailey’s home, she would be getting her groove on with one of the hottest doctors this side of the Mississippi. After weeks of waiting for them, the universe blocking their reunion through conflicting schedules and unfortunate natural disasters, she was beyond prepared for whatever Kai had in store. The only definitively stable part of her life, she was desperate for their soothing touch and peaceful disposition, and, come hell or high water, Amelia was going to get her fill of it before the holiday was up.

At least… that was the plan.

But then, not three days before Kai was due to land, Bailey had cornered her in the ICU, trying to strongarm her into attending her Thanksgiving celebration alongside her sisters. At first, she’d refused, entirely too invested in getting Kai out of their pants at the earliest available opportunity; but then, Bailey had pulled the ultimate power move and she’d crumbled like a cookie.

(“Shepherd, you’re not skipping Thanksgiving,” she had said authoritatively. “Your house just burned down and your son is in another state, you need community.”

“Miranda—”

“No buts, no excuses,” she warned. “If you aren’t at my house by 5 pm Thursday with Kai and a pie in hand, there will be consequences.”

“Consequences?” she scoffed. “What are you? My mother?”

Bailey’s face fell, her signature frown and raised eyebrow combo telling Amelia that she’d said the wrong thing. Without breaking eye contact, she watched as Bailey whipped out her phone and opened her texts, dictating her message as she typed.

“Dear Dr. Montgomery,” she began. Amelia’s heart sunk to her stomach. “I require your assistance on a matter of the utmost importance. It has come to my attention that Amelia Shepherd has decided that rather than spending quality time with her family after a horrific tragedy, she’d prefer to have nasty, disgusting, hotel room sex—”

“Alright, fine!” Amelia conceded, her cheeks lit aflame. “I’ll be there. Just… don’t send that… She hasn’t even met them yet.”

Bailey smirked as she walked away. “See you on Thursday.”)

When Thanksgiving morning finally rolled around, they drove straight from the airport to where she was staying with Maggie and Winston. Despite flashing them with her brightest eyes and most suggestive smile, a last-ditch attempt to salvage her once foolproof plans, Kai had gently turned her advances down, reminding her of what had happened the last time they’d tried sex before a family engagement. She tried to counter by pointing out that it was them who’d instigated that particular encounter, but the point was moot: no fun until later.

She spent the entire afternoon moderately disgruntled and mourning for what could’ve been, curled into their side while they passively watched the National Dog Show together. As they trudged up Bailey’s lawn later that day, Kai’s hand in her left and a store-bought pie in her right, Amelia silently prayed that this dinner party would go better than the last few she’d been to…

It was like walking into a Hallmark movie.

The warmth of the home contrasted greatly against the bitter cold of the outdoors. There were children running around, decorations littering every corner, and general merriment and the smell of turkey hanging in the air. Though Bailey was stuck finishing the food, Ben managed the chaos of 15 people cramped in his house with what must’ve been a practiced ease. While she stuck close to Kai for most of the night, Amelia felt completely comfortable in the sea of people surrounding her, basking in the rare opportunity to forget about her troubles while in the company of family and friends.

And, where Ben was an incredible host, Bailey was an expert cook. Never one for Thanksgiving food herself, Amelia nearly cried when she’d taken her first bite: after years of suffering through her own mother’s runny mashed potatoes and Meredith’s revolting green bean casserole, Bailey’s dinner might’ve been the best Thanksgiving meal she’d ever had.

There were some weepy confessions when everyone shared what they were thankful for (with Kai discreetly kicking her under the table when it was their turn), and Ellis had nearly dropped her slice of pie three different times, but otherwise, the night had been a resounding success. With leftovers in hand and a promise to return one day, Amelia and Kai had been the last ones to leave, the kids forcing Meredith to head back to Nick’s early and Winston pressuring Maggie into going Black Friday shopping for a new TV.

They’d nearly made it to her car, a comfortable silence having fallen between them, when Kai opened their mouth.

“I know you weren’t the most excited to be here tonight,” they said, their breath visible in the dark, “but I had a really good time. That was the least chaotic Thanksgiving I’ve been to in years.”

“Yeah,” she reluctantly agreed, nodding her head. “It was nice to see everyone so happy for a change… Plus, it didn’t hurt that my date was really hot.”

They laughed as her hip bumped theirs. “Flattery will get you nowhere, Shepherd.”

“Are you sure?” she challenged. “I seem to remember it getting me many, many places before.”

“Is that supposed to tempt me?” they asked, their voice lower than it had been only a moment before. They’d arrived at her car, Kai stopped by the driver’s side door as they waited for her reaction. She peered up at them, a not-so-subtle smile caught between her teeth.

“Only if you let it,” she coolly replied. They raised an eyebrow and her grin broke free.

When Kai moved to kiss her, she let them, involuntarily moaning as their lips slotted against hers. It was the first “real” kiss they’d shared all day, finally alone long enough that she could completely melt into them. She let her free hand wind around their neck and thread through their hair, pulling them closer as their tongue gently traced her bottom lip. It was exactly what she’d needed, what she’d been craving the entire day, but the longer it went on, she noticed that something wasn’t quite—

“Why do you taste like Listerine?” she gasped, pulling away from them just enough to properly speak.

“I borrowed some before we left,” they explained, chasing after her lips. “I was drinking during dinner, I didn’t want you to have to taste it.”

There was a moment where all she did was stare at them, her mouth caught half-open and her eyes wide in shock, and then their leftovers clattered to the ground.

Rushing to tangle her other hand in their hair, she smashed her lips against theirs with a newfound sense of urgency, swallowing their surprise at the sudden change in pace. Though she’d later mourn the loss of Bailey’s absolutely fantastic gravy, right now she couldn’t care less, the force of her kiss pushing Kai backward until their back hit the car. Their arms instinctively snaking around her waist, Amelia let the longing that she’d been pushing down all day finally consume her.

Everything thereafter was a jumbled mess in her head, the memories blurry and not at all complete.

One minute she was pressing them up against the car and the next they were shuffling inside it, Amelia climbing in after them while they stupidly chose the front seat over the back. It was all tongues and teeth and touch and taste, every movement charged as her hunger for them grew. The feel of their fingers was seared into her mind and their kisses were like fire, running hot against her skin. Their hips would buck and her back would arch, both of them drowning in the intensity of their desire.

The session hit a peak when her nails grazed their stomach, Kai’s whine so divine that she simply had to do it again. Her hands scraping a line from their ribs to their hips, they let out a frustrated groan, abruptly pulling away as they struggled to catch their breath.

“We really shouldn’t be doing this,” they exhaled.

“Doing what?” she innocently hummed.

“Having sex,” they groaned. “In your car. In front of your friend’s house. In broad daylight.”

“Actually, it’s nighttime.” They gave her a look and she grinned. “And besides, we’re not having sex.”

“Oh, really?” they heartily guffawed. “‘Cause for a second there I thought that the open shirts and your wandering hands meant something more.”

“Heavy petting,” she easily dismissed, her hands going for their abs again.

Their breath hitched. “Amelia.”

“It’ll be fine,” she reassured them, her lips brushing theirs. “We’ll be quick.”

“I don't like starting things I can’t finish,” they mumbled inside her mouth.

“Then you better hurry up.”

It was perhaps a touch unfair, to issue them a challenge so incredibly steep, but it seemed to do the trick, their look of quiet apprehension immediately fading away as they urgently pulled her closer. As the minutes ticked by and their previous intensity returned, she grabbed their forearm and led their hand to the edge of her pants. Kai broke the kiss, looking up at her to make sure she was sure, and then the button was being popped open, her zipper swiftly falling too. Their hand had just slipped past the waistband of her underwear, finding purchase right below her hairline when—

“What the hell do you two think you’re doing?”

Both of them jumped as the driver’s side door was violently ripped open, Kai yelping beneath her as Amelia’s elbow knocked against the car horn. Her heart hammering in her chest, Amelia cringed as she was confronted by the royally pissed-off image of one Miranda Bailey, a trash bag in her hands and bunny slippers on her feet.

“H-h-hey, Miranda,” she awkwardly stuttered. “We were just—”

“You Shepherds and your goddamn cars,” she seethed, completely railroading her attempt to speak. “We are in broad daylight people!”

Amelia gulped. Overstimulated and whole-heartedly confused, she struggled to form a complete thought, Bailey’s stare leaving her paralyzed in fear. There was a moment where no one said anything, an anxious energy settled in the air, but then, quietly panting from where their head had fallen on her shoulder, Kai whispered, “Actually, it’s nighttime.”

The tension broke as she involuntarily spit out a laugh, an unsubtle smirk settling on Kai’s face as they recycled her joke from earlier. Through the corner of her eye, she saw Bailey’s glare narrow.

“So funny,” she icily deadpanned. They hummed in mock agreement and Bailey’s annoyance only worsened. Stamping her foot, her laser eyes turned back to Amelia. “If I were you, Dr. Shepherd, I’d suggest leaving now before this stand-up comedian gets you in more trouble than they’re worth.”

Amelia nodded, still fighting a smile, and with a final scowl sent in Kai’s direction, Bailey left, muttering angrily about “sex in cars” and “adult-sized teenagers”. Leaning over to pull the door shut, Amelia sighed, her heart still pounding and her breathing still erratic.

“What’d she mean about ‘you Shepherds and your cars’?” Kai heaved, their lungs in much the same condition as her own.

“I don’t know,” she shakily replied, “but I don’t think we should risk sticking around to try and find out.” As she started to rise off of them, aiming her body toward the passenger seat, they suddenly stopped her, one hand on her ribs and another on her thigh.

“I don’t think I should drive,” they murmured, staring at their legs.

“What? Why?” she questioned.

“I can’t feel my toes.”

Never one for mixed messages, at first, she frowned, her eyebrows furrowed as she tried to unravel their mysterious statement. But the longer she looked down at them, slowly, she understood. Their pupils were so dilated she could barely see their usual green coloring. Their hair was a wreck, completely uneven and not at all kempt. Their shirt was still open, their breathing still labored. Their cheeks were rosy but the rest of them looked clammy, completely dazed and disoriented as they stared through her rather than at her.

“You’re a mess,” she gently said, her hand coming up to smooth down their hair.

“I had my hand in your pants,” they stated. “It’s been weeks since I’ve seen you and I had my hand in your pants and, I mean—my fingers are still wet.”

“Yeah, they’re not the only thing,” she joked, letting her thumb swipe across their cheek. Their hand—the wet one—came up to catch hers, holding it in place as they peered up at her face.

“I want you so bad I can’t feel my toes.”

Logically, she knew that that’s what they’d been hinting at, but to hear it spoken out loud was another matter entirely. Much like what they’d said earlier, when she’d asked them about the mouthwash, their words traveled straight down her spine, begging her to move and let them give her what they both wanted. Swallowing the lump that’d gathered in her throat, she let her thumb brush their cheek again, leaning down afterward to let her lips press tenderly against the same spot.

“The faster we get out of here, the faster we can work on fixing that,” she said, her voice low and unhurried.

“I told you I don’t like starting things I can’t finish,” they grumbled in reply.

“I know and I’m sorry,” she apologized, pushing back another piece of their hair. “But if we stay out here, Bailey will literally murder us. And I don’t think either of us wants that.”

Kai briefly held her gaze, their features hard and their mouth in a pout, before reluctantly nodding. Their hands moving to button up their shirt, Amelia sighed at their obvious disappointment.

“Here,” she said, noticing that they were struggling with their buttons, “let me.” Their hands dropped and she made quick work of the garment, her fingers delicately tracing over their collarbone once she was finished. “Thank you for doing stupid and impulsive things with me. Even if they leave you—”

“Exceedingly frustrated?” they supplied.

“I was going to say ‘high and dry’ but ‘exceedingly frustrated’ works,” she nodded, a small smile on her lips. In front of her, Kai chuckled darkly.

“You’ve gotta get me outta here before I let the stupid impulsivity get the better of me.”

“Is that supposed to tempt me?” she joked, recalling what they’d said before.

They snorted, their eyes shining as they replied, “Only if you let it.”

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