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thinkofmehoney · 1 year ago

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"Smell that, it's wet grass and smoke in my hair."

Chapter 4

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Summary: Ao'nung feels overwhelmed, he worries too much about what his teammates will think about him, which ends up hurting other people. And where Kiri has a hard time at school, still being seen as the weird girl, but unexpectedly ends up meeting someone kind.

Notes: Hi!! As some of you may know, this chapter was originally more fluffy, but it didn't felt right tbh, sooooo now enjoy this angsty chapter!! ;)

Warnings: bully!ng

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It was around 9 AM, and the last thing Neteyam wanted to do was being in biology class, it felt like a sick joke after everything that happened the day before. But there he was, looking at his book and notebook on the desk without knowing what to do.

He tried to pay attention to the class and to get any bit of information to enter his brain, but he just hated that damn class, he isn't even planning on studying something related to biology anyway. So he just gave up and let his mind be free and think about anything else.

And his eyes landed directly on Ao'nung.

The curly haired boy seemed focused on his text book, it seemed like he understood every phrase and every question, and even weirder, it seemed like he was actually enjoying it. Neteyam didn't think that Ao'nung would be good in science, but well, he didn't actually knew much about him anyway

Which led him to think about the day before. They haven't talked about it, I mean, they haven't talked at all as usual, but Neteyam felt like he should say something, he should tell Ao'nung that he's grateful for his help. Maybe Ao'nung wasn't that bad after all

He spent the rest of the class drawing doodles on his notebook and eventually writing some things down, until the bell finally rang. Everyone got out of the classroom and dispersed around the school, he knew that the Metkayina would be at the school's gym playing with his friends, so that's where he'll go... after thinking about it for a minute .

The thing is; his mind was blank. He didn't know why, but he got nervous at last minute. He would ask him to talk, and then what? What would he say then?

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Ao'nung grabbed his bottle of water while he and his friends from the team took a small break before continuing to play.

"Bro remember when that forest boy passed out yesterday?" Nash'vi, Ao'nung's not exactly dearest friend said laughing, just like the rest of their teammates when they remembered what happened to Neteyam. "He fell straight to the ground when we where just warming up, I wanted to laugh so bad." Another boy, Tsu'hak, agreed with him.

"Neteyam might be good at basketball, but he's still a freak just like Lo'ak and their weird sister. Right, Ao?" They turned to look at Ao'nung, who wasn't laughing, but quickly smiled and agreed.

"Ao'nung." They turned around and saw Neteyam walking towards them.

"Speaking of the devil." Tsu'hak said jokingly to Nash'vi as he looked at Neteyam. The rest of the boys dispersed to start playing again.

"Hey, can I talk to you for a second?"

Ao'nung could feel the eyes of his teammates looking at him as they whispered and laughed, making him anxious. "Uh, sure, let's go outside"

They stood right outside the gym, next to the entrance. Ao'nung knew that his friends were listening to them, so he couldn't be all nice to the freak of the school.

Easier said than done.

"So? What is it?" Ao'nung had an arrogant tone to his voice, his arms were crossed in his chest and Neteyam was already regretting this.

"Well, about yesterday…" Ao'nung laughed mockingly, interrupting him, and Neteyam just looked at him weirded out. Why was he acting like this? This wasn't the Ao'nung that was so nice to him the day before.

"When you dropped dead during practice? That was hilarious." Ao'nung heard some giggles from inside the gym. He made them laugh, that was good. "I guess not being in your natural habitat is getting to you."

"What is wrong with you?" He could tell Neteyam was hurt, he could see it in the way his eyes glistened. He was regretting this from the start, but he couldn't stop now, he knew everyone was listening to him.

"There's nothing wrong with me, forest boy." He noticed how Neteyam went from dejected, to immediately put a shield in between them and start being defensive. If Neteyam was being vulnerable just seconds ago, now that was completely gone. And it was Ao'nung's fault.

"Okay, if you wanna be an asshole, fine, i'm done with you" He raised his voice just enough to sound intimidating. He took a step forward so suddenly that made Ao'nung take a step backwards. "I just wanted to be polite and thank you for helping me yesterday after I dropped dead" He pressed a paper bag against Ao'nung's chest. "I bought you a lemon cake, you can eat it or throw it away, I don't fucking care anymore." Ao'nung looked at him speechless, he couldn't even dare to feel guilty, this was the consequence of his actions.

"Neteyam…" Before he could process it, the boy was already walking away.

He heard his teammates talking and laughing, and that's what he intended, to make them laugh, to be fun and careless as always, but now it felt bitter, now he realized how much of an idiot he was.

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Neteyam walked hurriedly through the hallways and went into the bathroom and locked himself in a stall. Once he was alone and didn't heard any noise from the outside, he finally breathed out and let out a sob, muting it with the back of his hand.

He often felt distant from everyone else, he felt distant from Lo'ak, even though he loved his baby brother and wanted to be closer with him, just like when they were younger. But as they grew older, they grew apart.

He often felt distant from people his age, he never had many friends growing up, and when he became a teenager, his main focus became studying and his family. He wanted to make them proud and study hard to get into a good university, but sometimes he wonders if he grew up too fast. He feels that he should be more like Lo'ak sometimes, he wishes to be more like him, he wants to go out to his friends' parties, he wants to disobey his parents, he wants to be in a relationship. He just wants to feel like a normal teenager, not like a freak, at least just once.

He often felt distant from everyone, even though he was nice to his teammates, they didn't really cared about getting to know him, it didn't matter if he was a good player or not. To their eyes, Neteyam was still a freak, he wasn't a Metkayina like them, he's just an outsider, and he felt like one… Until Ao'nung got closer to him, he thought that maybe this could be the beginning of a friendship, but now he realized that Ao'nung doesn't really care about him, he was just following the coach's instructions to help him.

Neteyam didn't know that it was possible to feel even lonelier than before, but there he was, sobbing against the back of his hand trying to be as quiet as possible.

Kiri's shoulders felt instantly relieved as she put her heavy books from her backpack to her locker. She loved seeing it with her stuff and decorations, personalizing it with stickers didn't seem like something exciting but it brought her joy.

Unfortunately, that joy didn't last very long.

She heard some giggles from a distance, making her feel uneasy, and when she turned around to see the other side of the hallway, she recognized some boys from the basketball team laughing at her direction.

When she was closing her locker, she noticed that the locker's door had horrible things written all over it with permanent markers. Things like Freak or Weird bitch stood out in black ink on top of the white surface.

Her heart sinked, she felt so embarrassed, her eyes filled with tears as she noticed that everyone there was laughing at her, like they were waiting for her to see what they've done. She felt like couldn't move even though she wanted to, she was frozen.

"Look, she's crying!" someone pointed her with their finger, laughing like it was the funniest thing.

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At the other end of the hallway, Ao'nung and Rotxo, his best friend, were walking to their lockers when they encountered this commotion, but at first they didn't know what was going on, until they noticed the short haired girl standing petrified as people laughed at her.

"What's happening?" Rotxo asked still confused, Ao'nung pointed at her locker.

"I think they wrote some shit in her locker, she's that new girl from the forest who's weird and talks to plants and shit." Rotxo looked at his friend with an incredulous look on his face. How could he talk about that poor girl like that?

It was his last straw when he saw a girl pushing Kiri and making her drop her backpack as she said "Do something bitch! don't just stand there while we're laughing at you! You're pathetic."

Ao'nung didn't even noticed when Rotxo started to walk towards the crowd and pushed the guys who started it, everyone immediately went silent.

"What is your problem bro?" Nash'vi looked at Rotxo with a frown. They both were friends and played on the basketball team, but sometimes Rotxo couldn't stand him, they were so different, Rotxo wasn't a bully to begin with.

"What do you think you're doing?! do you think it's funny bullying the new girl?" Seeing him being angry actually left them speechless, his friends were so used to him being nice and calmed that this facet of him was shocking.

"Bro we're just joking, rela-"

"Do you think this is fucking funny?" Nobody answered, they just looked down. Kiri finally reacted and left the scene, wiping the tears in her face. Rotxo looked at her, worried as she got farther and farther. He turned around to face Nash'vi "You better clean this up before she sees it again, are we clear?"

Now, Rotxo got out of there too, leaving his friends speechless behind him, but he couldn't care less, right know he just tried to follow Kiri's path.

When he thought he lost sight of her, he found her sitting on the grass with her back against the concrete wall of the school.

It was a heartbreaking picture, she looked like a fairy sitting there in between some flowers with her crystal necklaces while she wiped her tears with delicate hands. He just couldn't understand why would people treat her so badly, because she came from the forest? because she had different traditions? because she looked different? She didn't deserve any of that.

Rotxo decided to walk towards her to give her her backpack that was forgotten on the floor. Kiri saw him and immediately tried to get away as she saw the basketball team's uniform.

"No, no! it's me, don't worry, I just came here to hand you your backpack." He spoke with the softest voice ever, and Kiri completely forgot that she just left her backpack thrown on the floor.

"Oh, thank you, you didn't have to." she received the bag still sobbing, Rotxo sat next to her on the grass. Kiri was confused, why would he want to sit with her?

"I'm sorry that you had to go through all that… You don't deserve it" She wipes her tears, already calming down.

"It's fine, I mean, they are teenagers, I do weird things and look different from them, it's just something that is going to happen I guess" she rested her chin on her arms that were resting on her knees

It was really sad that she thought that, of course it wasn't okay to treat her like shit for entertainment. But keep talking about it wasn't what she needed, she needed a friend.

"Your necklace is really beautiful, is that an amethyst?" Kiri looked down at the purple crystal resting on her chest and looked at him with a soft smile.

"It is actually, I made the necklace myself." Rotxo looked at her surprised.

"You did? No way! you're really talented" Now Kiri looked at him with surprised eyes.

"You really think so?"

"Of course! Are you kidding?"

Her crying had already ceased and was practically forgotten. Rotxo was impressed with Kiri's talent, she made her own jewelry and also knitted some of her clothes

And Kiri felt so happy that someone was finally kind with her and wants to get to know her. She had finally made a friend.

The evening sky resembled a pink and yellow watercolor painting above Awa'atlu, there was barely any wind, just a warm breeze that carefully ran through Ao'nung's curls. He and Rotxo were resting in Ao'nung's swimming pool after swimming and playing around in the water for a while, and now that his parents weren't home they could smoke without getting caught.

Ao'nung has been trying all day to ignore the feeling of remorse after being just insufferable to Neteyam, he couldn't stop thinking about the way those sad and golden eyes turned teary because of him. He didn't wanna talk about it with Tsireya because when he asked her advice to make Neteyam like him, she said that he should start by apologizing, but not only he didn't do any of that, now he was sure that he made him cry.

He lighted the joint in his mouth and after giving it a puff he handed it to Rotxo. He wanted to talk about the Neteyam situation with him, but he didn't want to be so straightforward.

"Bro, today when the boys were laughing at that girl in the hallway, where did you go afterwards? You just kinda disappeared."

"Oh, she dropped her backpack and ran away so I picked it up and gave it to her" He smiled "But when I got there I sat down next to her, and I don't know if you know her but her name is Kiri, and she's actually so cool." Ao'nung looked at his friend not really convinced of that statement.

"Really?" Rotxo nodded. "And weren't you… Worried about what would the boys and everyone there think about you defending Kiri?" Rotxo looked at him and didn't hesitate about his answer.

"Of course not, I know somewhere in their brains they know that what they're doing is awful, and i'm not gonna stay there and just watch them torture a girl who's done nothing wrong." Ao'nung nodded, and god, he wishes he could be like his best friend and not worry about what other people thought about him.

"Yeah but still, doesn't it worry you that if you don't do what everyone else does, they would exclude you or something like that?" Rotxo thought about it for a second while his best friend looked at him, anxious to know his answer.

"It doesn't... Worry me, you know? It would worry me if they were actually good friends or good people, but I feel like I wouldn't be missing a lot if they don't talk to me or something like that." He passed the joint back to Ao'nung. "Besides, I have more friends, like you and Reya, real friends, not just classmates or teammates."

Ao'nung huffed and rubbed his face with his hands, making Rotxo giggle. "Ugh, you're right… I wish I didn't worry so much about what other people would say, like you."

"It wasn't something overnight though, but you can definitely get there."

Ao'nung hesitated for a second, but finally spoke. "Can I tell you something?" Rotxo nodded. Ao'nung told him about what happened with Neteyam from the beginning so he would have more context.

"There's one thing I don't get." Rotxo looked at him. "I don't understand why this situation affects you this much even though you two weren't friends to begin with, and knowing you, you normally wouldn't be worried about someone you don't care about."

"That's the thing!" Ao'nung said exasperated, like he was overwhelmed by his own feelings. "I think I actually care about him, you know? We might not be friends yet but I wanted to get to know him, I liked talking to him and I think he's, you know, smart, talented, caring and all that stuff." He looked down shyly and a sad smile appeared on his face. "But I think I fucked up for good now."

For a moment Rotxo just looked at him, he didn't know if he was too high or if he just heard Ao'nung basically confessing his feelings about Neteyam. "Bro I think you should put your pride aside and tell him you're sorry." Ao'nung rose his eyes from the water and looked up at Rotxo.

"It's not pride! I just think he wouldn't wanna see me for a while and I get that, I respect it" Rotxo shook his head, Ao'nung didn't get what he was trying to say.

"Okay first of all that's bullshit, you don't know for sure if he wants to see you or not, maybe he's expecting an apology from you. And second of all, I meant that you should put your pride aside and turn a blind eye to what would the team or anyone would say about you being friendly to the «forest boy»" He made quotation marks with his fingers. They were silent for a moment, Ao'nung was debating in his head about whether he should do what his best friend says or just make a safe bet and simply don't talk to Neteyam.

"Should I even try to apologize even though i'm sure he doesn't wanna see me?" Ao'nung wasn't really convinced about approaching Neteyam, but Rotxo was always right… he must be wizard or something.

"Yeah, definitely, that way he'll know that you feel sorry." Ao'nung sighed.

"I'll think about it."

Today it was one of those days that Neytiri got home earlier from work, so she and Jake decided to cook something special for dinner; a traditional Omaticaya recipe, everyone loved it, and even more now that they were far from their home and often felt homesick.

Neytiri was setting the table while Jake finished cooking. Lo'ak and Kiri were playing video games together and Tuk was drawing animals on her beloved sketchbook.

"Lo'ak, tell Neteyam that dinner is ready." Neytiri asked her son, who didn't took his eyes off of the TV.

"Neteyam! Dinner!" He yelled, he was too focused on not letting Kiri win again. And Neytiri looked at him with her hands on her hips

"Lo'ak I'm gonna turn the TV off if you don't go upstairs and tell your brother to come here." She warned.

"But mom! Why can't just Kiri go?" He said frustrated as he was about to lose again on the game.

"Lo'ak te Suli Tsyeyk'itan, I'm not gonna ask you again!" As soon as she finished that sentence, the flat screen showed Kiri as the winner once again. She celebrated and laughed as her brother got up from the couch.

"Fine, I'll go"

Lo'ak was pissed off by his defeat, but this time he only lost because his mom distracted him! The next time he would beat Kiri, he was sure.

His thoughts were interrupted when he got close to Neteyam's bedroom and heard something like... Sobs? His brother was crying?

The door was half way open, so he got closer and took a look inside. The room was almost completely dark if it wasn't for the dying daylight getting in from the window, Neteyam was laying on his side on top of his bed, facing the window and almost in complete silence if it wasn't for his sobs, which he tried to quiet down

This concerned Lo'ak immediately, catching Neteyam crying was as unusual as winning the lottery, so he thought that maybe his brother was hurting or something like that, there wasn't another explanation that made sense to him. So he decided to enter his brother's room and turn on the lights, making Neteyam jump due to the sudden invasion of his space.

"Bro are you alright?!" He sat on his brother's bed and shook his shoulder, while Neteyam tried to sat up and used his hand to cover his eyes from the bright light. "Are you hurt?! What's wrong?"

"Eywa I'm fine!" He pushed his brother's hands and wiped his tears. "You scared the shit out of me! You have to knock the door first you psycho! I could've been naked!"

"Are you sure you're okay?" Lo'ak was still worried. "I heard you crying." He looked at Neteyam, who kept wiping and wiping tears that were rolling down his face by themselves.

"Yes! I'm fine, just leave me alone." And there it is, his voice broke mid sentence and now he was crying again, but he still looked to the side so Lo'ak couldn't see him, but it was too late.

Just like his brother, Lo'ak had a strong feeling of protection, especially for his family, so he wouldn't leave his brother alone.

"'Teyam, you know you can trust me." He positioned his hand on his shoulder, trying to comfort him but making him cry even more. "Please, tell me what's wrong."

"It's nothing serious, really." Neteyam sniffed and then wiped his nose. "it's just..."

"Yes?" Lo'ak was so intrigued to know what could've made his brother cry. Neteyam hesitated for a moment, debating whether he would tell his brother or not.

"I wanted to thank Ao'nung for helping me on the nursery yesterday… But when I was talking to him, he said awful things." Saying his name was just enough to irritate Lo'ak. "He treated me like a weirdo… Just like everyone else."

"That motherfucker…"

"And when he was talking to me, I heard the boys from the team laughing, they were laughing at the things he said... I felt humiliated and- and also I felt kind of betrayed, you know?" He laughed sarcastically. "I thought that Ao'nung was... different, but I guess was wrong."

It was hard to see his big brother like this, with his face dampened by his own tears and his head down, trying to hide. It was nothing like how he usually was, he seemed unbreakable, like nothing could ever get to him, he was the one that would comfort everyone because he didn't need anyone to comfort him. But maybe Lo'ak was wrong, after all, Neteyam was a person too.

"See? Just because he was nice one time, it didn't mean he's actually nice." He quoted what he said when Neteyam told him about how nice Ao'nung treated him. "And don't even expect him to apologize, I bet he can't even feel remorse or compassion."

Neteyam knew that he shouldn't expect anything from Ao'nung, but deep inside he wanted an apology, he needed one just so he'll know that the Metkayina didn't meant what he said.

But It was a stupid idea honestly, he should start to just forget about it.

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my-lunadea-universe · 1 year ago

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The Conquest: Chapter 2.

Chapter 2: Citadel.

Synopsis: the story of the three Targaryen siblings that changed history. How Aegon, Visenya and Rhaenys conquered Westeros. Visenya has a plan to protect her brother while facing an unknown threat.

TW!: mention of incest, spoilers for the Fire and Blood book. This is mostly book canon but I’ve taken some liberties. I used a translator for the parts in Valyrian so sorry if there's any mistake.

Visenya was going mad. She had a thousand books in the library of Dragonstone and yet it did not feel enough.

She could not find anything about Aegon’s dreams. She was supposed to be packing for their trip but she feared her dear brother was not going to make it through it.

He spent two days in bed with a fever, speaking nonsense day and night, about fire and three headed dragons, ice and prophecies. He had not eaten and barely drank when forced to. It was not the wedding night she had anticipated but now she could only pray to keep him alive.

“Tala, emagon ao ipradārin?” (Daughter, have you eaten?). Her mother came in. It was midday, Visenya had been up before the sun was up, it was probably the hour of the rabbit, not even the servants were awake yet.

“Daor yet. Nyke ojūdan muñnykeā, nyke kostagon daor vestragon naejot find mirros naejot dohaeragon Aegon” (Not yet. I feel lost mother, I can not seem to find anything to help Aegon).

She felt tears building up in her eyes. How stupid she was being, she thought. Acting like a little girl.

“Your brother has a fever, he is sick, the maesters are taking good care of him and once the illness pass you two will go off to celebrate your marriage”

“Ziry iksos daor sick, ao gīmigon ziry iksos daor sick. Se ao gīmigon se maesters gaomagon daor gaomagon qrugh” (He is not sick, you know he is not sick. And you know the maesters do not do shit).

Her mother took a deep breath, hiding a smile.

Visenya did not trust the maesters, none of them, in her eyes they held too much power. They had their health in their hands, they had their words and wills and no one seemed to doubt them like sheeps moving along the wolves's pack unsuspected of what laid inside their mouths full of teeths.

“You did not attend your morning fighting lessons, I am starting to get worried. I have enough with one child sick you cannot get ill too”.

Visenya loved sword fighting more than anything else, more than flying on her dragon, although that was something she could not say out loud. Her Vhagar was a fierce and proud beast, one bad word from her rider and she would throw her mid fly in the air. But she got to admit fighting required her lots of focus and patience that right now she did not have while flying felt like emptying her mind of all worries.

“You need to eat and rest”. Her mother caressed her braid with all the kindness and love only a mother could give. Visenya could not help but smile for the first time in days. She wished to be a mother more than anything in the world and she knew she was going to be a good one for she had the best to look up to. But it was a bit complicated to get with child if her husband died two days after their wedding.

“I am going to see Vhagar and then Aegon. She will not forgive me if she thinks Aegon is more important than her”.

Valaena laughed out loud. She might have been a Velaryon but her Targaryen blood ran deep. She was fond of their beasts, she saw them as an extension of her children and Visenya was thankful for it. She could not have stood two people like her father.

“Go and tell her to stop eating the fish that your poor grandfather works so hard to get. I know they are tasty but she is going to make Driftmark go bankrupt!”.

Visenya knew the reason Vhagar was getting more food than usual was because she was preparing her nest for her little ones. She had laid three eggs, it was a surprise, Vhagar had not seemed interested in mating, since Visenya claimed her she had not laid eggs, not once. Maybe it was a sign, they both were going to be mothers at the same time.

Yes it must be that, she said to herself. Maybe Aegon is dreaming about their child, he did mention something about a prince or a princess after all.

A daughter. How would she name her?

Daena or Rhaenys. Rhaenys after her beautiful sister as radiant as the sun.

Or perhaps Rhaena, a mix of both names. Or Daenys, like the dreamer, a dreamer like the child’s father.

And if it was a boy… if she had to be honest she had not thought of boys’ names.

Perhaps they could have a boy first and then an army of girls.

That’s what she wished for, that's what she prayed for every night.

It was getting cold on the island, not really cold for anyone else but for Visenya anything less than scorching hot was cold.

She wore a dress that covered from her neck to her feet, it had scales all over the arms and the back with spikes mimicking Balerion’s. Vhaegar didn’t have that type of skin, she was like a big lizard, her skin was cold and smooth but hard at the same time. It was incredible how different those beasts could be from one another and how they are the same at their core.

Just like them in many ways.

“Issi ao drējī daor nykeōrves” (Are you really not freezing?).

She arrived at the cave, it was the entrance to the nests which lead to the core of the island itself, she had read that once it had been a volcano, just as Old Valyria had been before the falling. Hiding behind among the mist there was his sister as usual.

Rhaenys did not have a dragon of her own but she was the one destined to be a dragon rider, Visenya knew and did not need Aegon’s dreams to assure her of it.

“Ziry iksos daor bona quba”. (It is not that bad).

Her sister seemed to have an irremediable apprehension for clothes. Visenya did not mind, she was the most beautiful being that had ever been born, a sea nymph you only hear about in songs. Especially since that last summer, she had talked with her husband about it, seemingly innocent conversations about her baby sister’s beauty that kept her up all night.

“Nyke ūndan aegon bisa tubis, ziry iksos mirrī tolī yn nykeēdrosa vestragon… dizzy”.

(I saw Aegon this morning, he is a bit more awake but still seems… dizzy).

She laughed, the first time she did in a while. Her sister smiled too. She was worried as well, they had been awake all night, each one at Aegon’s side and Visenya knew that was the right thing to do.

“Ziry iksos going naejot sagon sȳz, iksos ziry daor?” (He is going to be fine, is he not?).

“Ziry iksos. Lodaor se gaon jāhor emagon naejot udligon naejot issa se nyke kostagon assure ao pōnta jāhor sagon sorry syt ziry”. (He is. Otherwise the gods will have to answer to me and I can assure you they will be sorry for it).

She knew that made Rhaenys feel safe for her baby sister knew well that it was true.

If there was someone who could make the gods themselves cry, that was her sister Visenya.

“Are you spying on my dragon again, Byka mandia” (little sister).

“Ziry emagon ilagontan drōma. Nyke've ūndegīva zirȳ. Gaomagon ao pendagon mēre hen zirȳ could sagon issa zaldrīzes”. (She has laid eggs. I've seen them. Do you think one of them could be my dragon?).

Rhaenys always chased the beasts around trying to get on one, trying to take eggs from their nests, running around the wild dragons on the east side of the mountain with no luck.

Visenya had asked her time and time again to have patience, she was only ten and five, Aegon had been ten and two and Visenya herself was ten and three when she claimed Vhagar. What she did not want to admit it’s that she had not been patient herself. She set her eyes on Vhagar, she was determined to get her and so she did.

But she was not going to tell that to her beloved sister. Aegon’s story fitted better. Wait till the dragon choses you, don’t get into trouble nor call for danger upon yourself. Rhaenys did not need any more encouragement to get into trouble, she did that just fine on her own.

“Kostilus, yn ziry iksos daor naejot jenigon nykeā zaldrīzes isse zȳhon nest, ziry jāhor ipradagon ao bē se nyke jāhor emagon naejot emagon tolī than nykeā udir rūsīr zȳhon. Ao kostagon shifang skorkydoso olvie hen nykeā bona would sagon”.

(Perhaps, but it is not wise to bother a dragon in her nest, she will eat you up and I will need to take serious measures. You can understand how much of an inconvenience that would be).

“Ao would vīlībagon aōha zaldrīzes syt issa, jorrāelagon mandia?” (You would fight your dragon for me, dear sister?).

Visenya knew she would do much more for her, for that sweet smile, those rosy cheeks and her eyes, her beloved gray and purple eyes.

She would burn down the world for her.

“I spoil you too much… come on, let’s see if Vhagar does not throw both of us in the middle of the sea”.

Visenya felt a hunger for her sister, when she had her body pressed against her on top of her dragon like that, with her hands locked around her waist. Her skin was smooth and invited you to touch her more and more. Of course she wasn’t as much of a shy idiot like her husband.

“Nyke would raqagon naejot vūjigon ao, mandia” (I would like to kiss you sister).

“Ao gaomagon bona ry se jēda” (You do that all the time).

Rhaenys got a point but Visenya realized they were not speaking of the same acts of love for she would like to kiss her entire body and she knew that even then she would not have enough.

They could see the entire island from there. Their fortress. Theirs and no one else's. Visenya might have encouraged Aegon’s interest in the west because he loved him and love sometimes required that kind of lies. But she would not leave their home. Their dragons. Everything they had built.

They could rule, for the people in the west were mere ants in comparison to them but they should do it there, in Dragonstone.

“Once Aegon gets better and we come back from our travels to the Reach, we need to speak. You are becoming a woman and there’s things a woman must know. I will teach you and probably will have to teach Aegon too”.

Gods be good, her brother was an eager student, like a lost puppy always trying to win a reward.

She had fun breaking him and pulling him back together until he was weeping for her. She was supposed to do that on her wedding night but her brother decided to cause her to lose sleep for all the wrong reasons.

“Are you going to teach me about pleasure?”.

“What do you know about pleasure, issa jorrāelagon” (my dear).

Visenya could see perfectly how Rhaenys’s confident flickered, it was a split of a second but oh how she enjoyed to see that hesitation, that moment of her being that innocent little girl again.

“Kostilus nyke gīmigon nykeā rōvēgrie deal. Tolī than skoros o hen issa” (Perhaps I know a great deal. More than what you expect of me).

Visenya laughed, Rhaenys was a child throwing a tantrum but she enjoyed it nevertheless.

There was a silence between both sisters, only the sound of Vhagar and the waves splashing underneath them but there was a heat, a pure flame between the two, stronger than any dragon’s fire.

“If you crave for each other, why do you deny yourself that. I shall never understand your reservations to join our sister”

“I am really close to shoveling this spoon up your damn ass, brother”.

Aegon woke up that night and surprisingly he was hungry, starving in fact. He looked a bit better, less pale but still weak, he had dark circles around her eyes, despite having slept for days.

“Nyke daor sȳz naejot ao, issa apologies” (I am being unkind to you, my apologies). Visenya laughed at his brother's little mistake, just like their baby sisters.

“I wanted to tell you everything you’ve missed and now you mock me for it”.

“Absolutely no. I am sorry. But what are we gonna do with our dear sister?”

“What do you mean, issa jorrāelagon valzȳrys” (my dear husband).

She knew perfectly fine what her brother meant but preferred to play dumb. The thought of her baby sister being someone else’s wife was enough to make her vomit. She was theirs.

Theirs to love. Theirs to take care of. Theirs to enjoy and to protect.

“Kostilus īlon should gūrogon ziry va īlva trip, gaomagon zirȳla qrīdrughagon hen kepa sīr kostas daor find zirȳla iā valzȳrys gō īlon māzigon arlī”.

(Perhaps we should take her on our trip, keep her away from father so he can not find her a husband before we come back).

Her brother seemed to hesitate for a second which surprised her.

“Ao ȳdra daor jaelagon naejot?” (You don’t want to?).

"Nyke gaomagon jaelagon naejot spend jēda rūsīr zȳhon yn should daor bisa jēda sagon īlvon, mandia? Nyke pendagon īlon should find nykeā balance rȳ jēda se hāre hen īlva nykeā ao se rhaenys, issa se rhaenys nykeā ao se issa”.

(I do want to spend time with her but should not this time be ours, sister? I think we should find a balance between spending time with the three of us, you and Rhaenys, me and Rhaenys or you and me).

It warmed her heart to hear that. To know that he wanted to spend his time with her, being her husband, but that he also respected her love for her sister.

Aegon was truly made for her. How generous her parents had been when they gave her that precious baby brother.

She left his dinner at a nearby table and rang for the maid to take it. Visenya held his hand, caressing it slightly. It made her so happy just to do that. Just to be with him alone, as husband and wife.

“Umbagon se ēdrugon kesīr, nyke kostagon daor gryves naejot sagon mērī dombo. Nyke gaomagon daor raqagon ziry”.

(Stay and sleep here, I can not bear to be alone any more. I do not like it).

“You are such a big baby” they both laughed, being children once again.

“Where’s Sir Orys?”.

“Speaking with Father”.

Visenya would never say it to her brother out loud but there was something about Orys that made her weary. She did not believe in the one to heir one to spare law.

Aegon should had been the only son of Dragonstone.

“Shouldn’t he be here? Looking out for you?”

“Tell that to father, he is the one who took him from my side”. He pouted when he said that, making Visenya smile at her cuteness.

The maid came, took the plate and waited for instructions.

“Leave us. All of you. I need my maids to bring me my nightgown and my personal items. I shall sleep with my husband tonight”.

Visenya knew those simple words made Aegon extremely happy.

“We need to talk about your dreams” She only trusted to do it alone. There was some power in them. Visenya was not sure what it was but it was a deep magic only the blood of the dragon understood.

“Ziry istan tolī than sepār nykeā fever. Se giēñrȳī iksos nykeā idiot”. (It was more than just a fever. The maester is an idiot).

Aegon whispered it like he was scared. Just the thought of it, of those dreams were enough to send shivers down his spine and hers as well. Although she would never admit it.

“Gaomagon ao pendagon ziry does daor gīmigon? Ao pendagon nykeā giēñrȳī, qilōni emagon jollōragon se qilōni emagon se hen jēdri hen naejot zirȳla rȳ se citadel, does daor gīmigon skorkydoso naejot nykeā hen?”.

(Do you think he does not know? You think a maester, who has studied the greatest arts, who has thousands of years of knowledge available to him at the Citadel, does not know how to differentiate a fever dream from deep magic?).

“What are you implying, wife?”

“Ao ȳzaldrīzes ao ēdrugon. Bē perzys se ānogar, zaldrīzoti se suvion, bē nykeā dārilaros… Gaomā daor pendagon bona syt zirȳ. Issi worms, Aegon, iksi zaldrīzoti. Pōnta keligon rȳ daorun naejot ūndegon īlva”.

(You spoke in your sleep. About fire and blood, dragons and ice, about a prince… Do you think that is not a threat for them? They are worms, Aegon, we are dragons. They would do anything to stop us, to contain us).

Her brother held her hand a bit tighter when she mentioned his dreams. He was scared, she knew it well, it was uncharacteristic for Aegon to be so. Visenya could only remember him being scared when he was a child, when it rained so hard the thunder could be heard from across the Narrow Sea. He used to hide under the bed with Visenya holding his hand the same way she was doing now.

“Nyke gaomagon daor gīmigon skoros pōnta nūmāzma yn īlon līs gaomagon mirros bē zirȳ. Lo ao issi paktot se nyke gaomagon daor ao issi. Nyke kostagon mērī pāsagon ao se īlva mandia rūsīr ziry”.

(I do not know what they mean but we must do something about them. If you are right and I do not doubt you are. I can only trust you and our sister with it).

“Nyke jāhor dohaeragon ao, lēkia, ao jorrāelagon nyke jāhor gaomagon ziry. Istin īlon jiōragon naejot se māzigon, rūsīr se hen īlva trip īlon jāhor visit Oldtown, se Citadel iksos konīr, ry hen knowledge pōnta ruaragon hen īlva jāhor sagon rȳ īlva māzigon. īlon won’t jorrāelagon maesters, īlon jāhor find syt jemēla”.

(I will help you, brother, whatever you need I will do it. Once we get to the Reach, with the excuse of our trip we will visit Oldtown, the Citadel is there, all of the knowledge they hide from us will be at our reach. We won’t need maesters, we will find answers for ourselves).

If anyone thought Visenya wanted to visit the Reach to pick up flowers and buy silk, they knew nothing about her.

The Citadel was the only thing that interested her from the West. She would feed the maesters to the fishes on the Honeywine, they weren’t worth it of being eaten by her dragon and she would take every single one of those books and study them, bath in their knowledge and the powers they would give her.

“Nyke ȳdra daor gīda gīmigon lo se maesters issi aware hen skoros's māzis”. (I don’t even know if the maesters are aware of what’s coming).

Aegon whispered it. It was a shadow looming over their heads, a ghost haunting them. “What are you talking about?”

“A night that never ends, a winter as cruel as the stranger and the princess who was promised”.

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katierosefun · 2 years ago

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thank you for the ask, anon! // from these asks

📚 Is there a fanfic or fanfic writer you recommend?

god, so many! i will admit that like. i do not read as much fanfic as i write it, especially these days, so my list of recommendations by no means captures every single amazing fanfic writer / fanfic there is out there in whatever fandom i'm about to list, but some fics that have been living rent-free in my brains these days have been:

gift horse dentistry by RC_McLacklan (beyond evil: hilarious writing, i literally hadn't laughed so hard at a fic in a really, really long time)

if every house is haunted by pale_and_tragic (beyond evil: the way i literally started crying like. twice. it also awakened something in me i think, because i think i started crying while writing out my comment for the author lmao)

all is well (in this blighted world) by fadeinwinter (beyond evil: ie. perhaps one of the most zombie apocalypse fics ever in that god god god god god god god finding love again at the end of the world jesus christ)

to the stars by merryofsoul (beyond evil: the star trek and beyond evil crossover that i think might have honestly been the fic that re-triggered my love for star trek because. jesus christ the way i am obsessed with science officer han joo won grouching about dong sik even on a spaceship. and also, typical star trek shenanigans but with the beyond evil crew is just. so fun. put those men in situations! put those men in situations that originated from perhaps one of the gayest franchises of all time!)

such a wonderful life by @b1uetrees (beyond evil: god can you see a pattern. i swear i read other fics. but like. beyond evil but now add in a dash of it's a wonderful life magic. this one moved me a lot just because maybe i love dong sik and i love dong sik being told his life is significant or whatever!!!)

i remember who i am when i'm with you by @electricalkittens (beyond evil: nur i am so sorry i haven't commented yet i read it and then said that i was gonna comment and then haven't done it but i swear i'm gonna leave a comment so u know the full scope of my appreciation for this fic but like anyways, yet another one of my faves right now because ohhh i'm always a sucker for joo won finding his way back to dong sik and dong sik wanting joo won to stay but none of them know how to quite communicate that yet and anyways!!! so normal)

pas de deux by @fireinmywoods, although you would need to read palimpest first, which is perhaps one of the most. genius fics that i have ever read. i mean it. (star trek, aos: just like. i dunno! i'm sort of obsessed with this fic especially, just because i think it! unlocks! something insane in me!)

rhapsody in blue by @kckenobi (star wars: the clone wars: i am. only a few chapters in this fic but i would be remiss if i didn't mention this one because a) i will always adore kasey's writing and find a way to mention her writing, even if i don't actively read as much star wars stories these days, and b) it's literally been so long since i've read an au where it's very clear that someone is so passionate about the exact setting they're writing about, and it's just something i thoroughly enjoying seeing in any story, and c) i mean? suspense + family trauma? sign me up.

i could. honestly go on forever about fic writers and fics that i would recommend, but. for the sake of length + also time, i'll leave this list here! and my bookmarks page is actually. substantial these days, so anything that i've bookmarked is almost always an indication that i recommend it.

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churchofpossum · 1 year ago

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I’m so glad a friend of mine introduced me to Taskmaster, I think series 13 is my favorite ao far (but i must admit I haven’t watched many series yet so lmao)

Do you have a favorite series if Taskmaster?

It was the same with me, a friend introduced me and it has helped me a lot through the recent events. I went through a break up of a long term relationship (nearly two decades) and the related move and at times Taskmaster was the only thing that made me laugh.

I am binging them right now and I'm in season 9, but it is really hard to say which one is my favorite after the first watch. Because each one starts with me not knowing the people that participate and each one ends with me absolutely loving them. Season 7 is my friends favorite and I really enjoyed that one as well. I think maybe a favorite will show itself when I watched them a second time? Right now it's mostly tasks and contestants that I remember as favorites.

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kimi240302 · 2 years ago

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Dusk till dawn (End)

A/N: As always the warning that English is not my native language and I use an app to make it English.

A/N2.0: This is the very first time that I write out sex. So please do not be too hard on me.

Summary: The end of a long journey, but is it good

Aemond Targaryen x sister!reader Words: 3.6k

Unholy Masterlist / Main Post / House of Dragon Masterlist

Part 1 , Part 2 , Part 3

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" ´Cause I wanna touch you baby And I wanna feel you too I wanna see the sunrise On your sins just me and you Light it up, on the run Let´s make love tonight Make it up, fall in love, try ( Baby, I´m right here) But you´ll never be alone I´ll be with you from dusk´til dawn" - Zayn

With her face twisted in pain, Y/N sat down on the edge of her window. Her gaze was directed at the ship, which disappeared on the horizon. "He will come back, you know that, don't you?" Daemon stood behind his niece. "Aemond left only because your father wanted him to. He will return to you with Vaghar." Knowingly the young woman nodded. " And yet nothing will change Daemon." Laughing , he sat down next to her. Confused, Y/N looked at her uncle. " What's so funny?" Daemon shrugged his shoulders. " It's the two of you. Two young people who love each other , torn apart by those who only have their own goal in mind and now you can't find your way back to each other . Although it is obvious that you belong together and need each other." Y/N raised her eyebrows. "Dīnilūks naejot ñuha mandia iksis daor sȳz syt ao uncle , iksā becoming iā poet (Marriage to my sister is not good for you uncle , you are becoming a poet)!" Lost in thought, he nodded. " Maybe you are right. But remember it was I who witnessed everything.Ēlī ziry ignored ao se regretted ziry. Sir iksā se mēre pushing zirȳla qrīdrughagon, ignoring zirȳla se regretting ziry tolī. Bisa vestragon naejot sagon iā annoying se exhausting cycle hen lanta hen ao (First he ignored you and regretted it. Now you are the one pushing him away , ignoring and will regret it. This seems to be becoming an annoying and exhausting cycle of the two of you)."

There was a silence in which Y/N looked away again and Daemon used the time to observe his niece more closely. He smiled slightly when he saw himself in her. The second born who tries everything to be remembered and loses herself in the process. " You were right. " She murmured after a while. " I'm right about a lot of things , what exactly do you mean." A tired smile settled on Y/N's lips. " You Daemon Targaryen are more father than Viserys ever was to me." Her uncle's eyes widened. " You heard that?" The young Targaryen turned her head to Daemon. " Why do you think I did not die? You didn't give me permission." Laughing, Daemon threw his head back. He moved closer to her, putting his arms around her. Daemon pulled his niece close and placed his chin on top of her head. While Y/N wrapped her arms around his middle.

" I am no longer the girl he once loved." Y/N murmured against her uncle's chest. Daemon closed his eyes. He had hoped that she would think differently, but unfortunately she was a Targaryen. "What I'm about to tell you, you have to understand, Y/N." The two broke away from each other. Daemon placed his hands on her cheeks. "Bona īlē injured gaomas daor nūmāzma bona īlē erntash! (That you were wounded does not mean that you were defeated!)" "Pār skoro syt gaomas ziry feel hae bona? (Then why does it feel like that?)" A tear made its way down Y/N's cheek which Daemon caught. He knew no matter what he said to her now , nothing would change how his niece felt. " You have seen more death in your life than any one of us. You've won more battles than any one of us and each time you've done it alone without your family by your side. But Y/N this is a battle you do not have to fight alone. While neither I , nor Rhaenyra can help you , there is someone and you know it." Daemon stood up , kissed the younger girl on the forehead and made his way out of her chambers. "Aemond can help you Y/N , you just have to let him."

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" She doesn't want to see you anymore Aemond. You saw it on Dragonstone." Alicent quickened her steps to be right up with her son. " Aemond let her go! You two are just not meant to be….." Aemond stopped and turned to his mother with his face contorted in anger. " We are just not meant to be? You forget mother , the person who stood in our way was you and you always will be . The hate , the sadness and all the emotions that Y/N and I had to go through was because you couldn't admit that there is truly love in this world!" Alicent looked at her son hurt. " She almost died and it was because I let her go. That's a burden I'll have to carry with me for the rest of my life, but I won't make that burden any heavier by turning my back on Y/N now that she needs me." Aemond turned away again and continued on his way to his dragon so he could get back to Dragonstone.

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" She doesn't want to see you." Rhaenyra stood at the entrance of the castle and looked sympathetically at her half-brother. " She locks herself in her room and won't let anyone come near her." Rhaenyra continued. Aemond looked at her closely and lowered his head. " Are you sending me away or may I at least try to talk to her?" Rhaenyra raised an eyebrow and laughed. " As if I could stand in your way when it comes to our sister. I just wanted to warn you and let you know that we've already had a room made up for your stay here." Smiling, Aemond followed Rhaenyra in. Daemon nodded to his nephews and disappeared with Visenya in his arms as quickly as he had come. " He still doesn't like me does he?" " He tolerates you, is more than most can expect from him. Still, he will probably never like you."

They both stopped in front of Amond's room. "It's directly across from Y/N's room." Aemond nods and wanted to turn to the other room door , but Rhaenyra stopped him. " Arrive first and then you can try to talk to her." " Is it that bad?" Rhaenyra just nodded sadly. " Before I forget we are going to Driftmark in three days. Since Y/N doesn't want to come with us I guess you don't want to come either?" Aemond shook his head. " I don't want to leave her alone." Again his sister nodded and disappeared.

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" Y/N I know you're in there…. Please let me in." Aemond had been standing outside Y/N's room door for thirty minutes, begging her to let him in. But his sister ignored him. Giving in, he leaned his forehead against the cold wooden door and breathed in and out audibly one last time. "Do you know that I didn't get married?" Y/N got up from her place by the window and quietly made her way to the door of her room, where she slid her back down the cold wood. Aemond flinched slightly when he caught the barely noticeable shaking of the door. He knew what this meant, his sister was there and listened carefully to what he said. Aemond, like her, slid his back down the door. "The night you left, I went straight to Father. He knew what I wanted from him and that's why he refused the engagement. He said he had done enough." Aemond laughed bitterly. "You should have seen my mother… we all thought she was climbing the walls. I don't think I've ever heard Aegon laugh as hard as he did at that moment."

Y/N had to smile. She could well imagine how Alicent must have looked. Her favorite son disobeys her because of the woman she hates the most. "I missed you, you know? I wanted to follow you, to be with you, but our last conversation made me think." The elder Targaryen closed her eyes. Over the past two years, Y/N had often seen the moment in her dreams. She had heard Amond's voice over and over again, telling her that he loved her, and she had also dreamed of the look on his face when she left. " I thought it would be better to let you go first and give you some time to think…." Aemond dropped the back of his head against the door. " If we are honest with each other, I was just afraid you would send me away. When after three months I finally had the courage to send a raven to Winterfell, it came back with a message that you were no longer there. All I knew from that point on was that you were out there fighting battles that weren't yours, thinking that I was married."

Y/N heard the break in Aemon's voice, but she ignored it. She could not open the door. The young woman did not even know why she could not. Maybe it was the years of not having a home or the constant running away from what she felt, but just at that moment she felt guilty for not staying with Aemond. Weak because she just ran away instead of fighting for her love. Broken because she couldn't bear him seeing her like this and worst of all defeated by her own feelings.

Aemond stood up. He knew he would not get her to open her door today. " Daor matter skorkydoso qopsa ao sylugon naejot indigon nyke qrīdrughagon mandia, kesan gaomagon trying. Kesan daor tepagon bē va īlva arlī (No matter how much you try to push me away sister, I will keep trying. I won't give up on us again)!"

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Drenched in sweat, Y/N jolted up from her bed. Her hands wandered on their own to the closed wound on her belly. Y/N dreamed the same every time. How she was wounded, how the man stood over her and how he asked her with a grin if she had any last words. She could remember that her last thought was Aemond and how she fought her attacker with the last remnants of strength in her body.

Y/N was pacing back and forth in her room. Aemond had left her hours ago. Since he arrived three days ago, he had been sitting outside her room door every night, talking about the time she had missed in his life. The silver-haired woman debated with herself whether she should go to Aemond or to her sister. But Rhaenyra was away with the rest of the family and even if she were there, the two sisters would know that it was not her that Y/N needed at that moment.

With one last long exhale, Y/N quietly opened the door to Aemond's room. She stepped inside and looked around the dark room. Her gaze lingered on his bed. It was empty. Puzzled, she looked further around the room, where she spotted the open door to the balcony. The wind blew the curtains into the room, giving Y/N a view of Aemond. The latter was leaning with both elbows on the stone wall, looking out over the sea. Her brother had only his sleeping pants on and no top, but he wore his eye patch as always. Slowly, without making any unnecessary noise, she stepped out onto the balcony. Aemond still didn't notice her and Y/N wondered if it would be better to just turn around and leave. She decided against it. Instead, she walked up to him, and once she reached him, wrapped her arms around the middle of his torso, nestled her body against his, and buried her face between his shoulder blades. Aemond flinched in shock and looked down at the arms against his body.

Aemond relaxed again as Y/N spoke. "Nyke missed ao tolī valonqar (I missed you too, little brother)." Y/N had not said it back three days ago, but she wanted him to know how she felt. Aemond closed his eye. He hoped so much that this was not a dream. Slowly he turned to her in Y/N's arms and opened his eye again. Aemond placed both hands on each of Y/N's cheeks and began to wipe away her tears. Both just looked at each other silently for a while. Enjoyed the closeness of each other. " I watched you die. Y/N you were dying in my arms and there was nothing I could do about it but watch!" Y/N's hug grew a little stronger. " I am here. I'm alive Aemond." But her words were no longer enough for Aemond. He leaned forward and joined their lips together, which Y/N immediately returned. "Gaomagon daor henujagon nyke arlī ( Don't leave me again)" Whispered Aemond to Y/N's lips , as they broke away from each other. " Dōrī arlī, nyke kivio ñuha jorrāelagon ( Never again I promise you my Love.)!"

Aemond again pressed his lips to hers and immediately deepened the kiss. Surprised, Y/N moaned when her brother moved his hands from her cheeks to her hips and squeezed. As he did so, he pulled Y/N even closer to him. Y/N wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled herself up against him slightly. Aemond and Y/N separated. Placed their foreheads against each other while trying to control their breaths. " Aemond…" , Y/N voice was nothing more than a breath. " Nyke jorrāelagon ao ( I need you)." Shakily, Aemond exhaled as he looked into her eyes. His hands released Y/N's arms from his neck. Confused, she looked at him and was about to ask if she had gone too far. The words stuck in her throat, however, as Aemond gently slid his finger up the skin of her arms to the buttons of her nightgown, which were buttoned up just above her breasts. " Skori īlva lentor returns, kesan mazverdagon ao ñuha ābrazȳrys. Dombo jāre arlī, dombo dakogōre qrīdrughagon hen īlva feelings (When our family returns I will make you my wife. No more going back , no more running away from our feelings)." Y/N let out a surprised cry as Aemond ripped open the buttons, dropped the dress from her body, placed his hands back on her hips and pulled her close. The siblings' lips met again in a kiss that was full of desire. Aemond lifted his sister up by her thighs. She wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his hips. They both moaned as Y/N hit his hardening cock.

Aemond winced and tightened his grip on Y/N's skin as she rubbed her hips against him repeatedly. Not removing their lips from each other, he lowered the older Targaryen onto his bed and bent over her. Y/N moaned louder as Aemond let his hands move to her breasts and began to knead them. Lightly she bent her upper body into her brother's touch. " Aemond." Grinning, he kissed his way down to her neck where he left several bruises. When he got to her breasts, he took the nipple of the right one in his mouth and sucked on it. Y/N began to tremble under her brother and Aemond enjoyed it. As he continued to take care of both of her breasts, he stroked circles in his sister's skin with his free hand, letting his hand travel further and further down her body. Arriving at her pussy, his fingers slowly began to stroke circles on her bundle of nerves as Amond's lips let go of Y/N breasts. " Kostilus valonqar ( Please little brother)…" Y/N's moans in Valyrian made Aemond look up at her. He couldn't help but groan at the sight he was presented with. His sister's silver hair lay on his pillow and surrounded her face like a crown. Her eyes were closed, her mouth twisted into a soundless moan, and her upper body arched slightly upward as her hands gripped the sheets.

Aemond settled down between Y/N's legs. He replaced his fingers with his mouth. One of Y/N's hands rested on her mouth, while the other tangled in Aemond's hair. Her hips began to push towards him on their own. But Aemond stopped when he saw the hand on Y/N's mouth. "Take your hand away Mandia (sister). No one is there to listen to you, only me." She shook her head. " What about the servants?" Aemond sucked hard on her clit once, which made Y/N cry out. " Shall know how good your little brother makes you feel." Aemond wrapped his arms around Y/N's hips to spread her further and began to move his tongue over her clit more intensely. He repeated this until his sister's moans grew louder and louder until they resembled crying. Aemond let two fingers go inside Y/N and moved them at a fast pace. When he added a third finger, Y/N noticed a knot begin to form in her stomach. " Aemond… I…" She couldn't even finish as the older reached her climax.

Aemond bent over his sister again and was about to say something, Y/N stopping him with her lips on his. Her legs wrapped around his middle one more time and with a jerk she turned them both over. Aemond looked up at Y/N dumbfounded and sat up. Leaning his back against the headboard, he gripped Y/N's hips again. Both were aware that the Targaryen woman would be covered in his marks in the morning, but neither really cared. Y/N leaned forward and kissed Aemond again. This time the kiss was slow and more sensitive. Aemond broke away from her moaning as his sister began to lower herself onto his now hard and pulsating cock. To steady himself, he spread wet kisses over the crook of her neck as Y/N dug her fingers into his shoulder. Aemond hissed out and reached into his sister's hair to bring her face back to his. His lips moved more intensely , more aggressively against hers. Y/N moaned out, letting herself fully sink onto Aemond.

" Fuck…." both groaned at the same time. " Mandia..sīr ȳrda (so tight)! " Aemond buried his face between his sister's breasts, moaning. He left feathery kisses there, causing Y/N to quicken her movements. " Jurnegon rȳ nyke Aemond ( Look at me)!" Aemond looked up at Y/N momentarily. A tortured whimper escaped his lungs as his sister slowed her movements. Y/N hands rested against his cheeks , while his guided her hips. The slow pace brought an intensity that seemed to drive Aemond insane. Briefly, Aemond froze as Y/N's fingers settled against his eyepatch. The movement of the two paused. His hand clasped hers, " Don't…" , he murmured softly, not daring to meet his sister's gaze. " I want to see everything from you Aemond. Let me love everything of you and make up for my absence these years." Startled, he looked up at her. His hand fell back to her hip.

Y/N loosened the eye patch and her eyes widened. Aemond, who took this as a bad sign, was about to push against his sister to get her off of him, but he didn't. Y/N bent down and kissed every inch of the scar as she began to move her hips again. She leaned down to his ear. " Blue is my favorite color, you knew that right?" She increased her pace and moaned as she felt Aemon's cock twitch inside her. He thrust his hips towards her. " That's why I picked this rock." Amond's hands traveled up her back and pulled her closer. It was almost as if they were one and the same body. His sister's lilac eyes did not leave him for a second and all Aemond saw in them was love and admiration. Something in Aemond changed. He spun them both around, grabbed Y/N's wrists and pinned them into the pillows above her. " Oh gods…" she moaned as her brother spread one of her thighs with his free hand and quickened his pace.

Y/N began to tremble. " Please Aemond!" He grinned down at her. " What? You need to talk to me so I know what you want from me Mandia." Y/N's eyes rolled back slightly as she raised her upper body from the mattress and slammed it against her brother's. " Let me touch you… Aemond please!" " I love it when you beg me!" The silver haired woman, wasn't going to let this go and although she couldn't feel her legs from pleasure, she hooked her still free leg around her brother's waist and pulled him closer. He groaned loudly and hissed as his sister's walls tightened around his cock. Aemond released her wrists, slid between their bodies to her clit and began putting some pressure there. Y/N's fingernails clawed into the skin at his back. The movement of both became more irregular and uncontrolled. Y/N began to shake all over her body now and as she came with a loud cry of his name. Her walls tightened around Aemond so that he followed right behind her.

Out of breath, they both lay next to each other. Aemond turned on his side and pulled his sister into his arms. Both enjoyed the closeness of the other. " Did you mean it?" Questioningly, Aemond looked down at his sister. She looked up at him. " Are we going to get married?" Aemond raised an eyebrow. " You don't expect me to ever let you go again, do you?" Y/N laughed and punched him in the chest. With an disgusted snort, he flipped her back onto her back and leaned over her again. " What are you doing?" Y/N murmured and moaned as he took her sensitive nipples into his mouth. " Showing you the rest of the night how serious I am."

" Avy jorrāelan ( I love you)" , Aemond whispered against her lips. " Avy jorrāelan tolī!"

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jillianallen14 · 3 years ago

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Spirk fanfic rec

Some amazing Spirk fanfic to bless your dash because I’m falling in love with this shit all over again (this is like the 10th time this has happened lol):

Entering Orbit: Jim escapes to Iowa to avoid the media frenzy following the Narada incident, but a late-night miscommunication results in Spock turning up on his front porch; rated m; 30,957 words

Papers in the Roadside: Non-Starfleet AU. Jim owns a small bar in Chicago, keeps on picking up strays and taking care of everyone no matter how hard it makes his own life. Spock is a journalist writing feature articles for the Chicago Tribune; he depicts the world with uncanny skill, but hides more than one personal drama and is possibly under surveillance from the Vulcan royal family. They meet by accident just before their lives start to spin out of control; rated e; 49,637 words

Take Refuge in What You Know: AU - Kirk has moved into a apartment/house and wants to get to know his neighbors. He meets his neighbor Spock, a loner who suffers from extreme agoraphobia. Kirk thinks he's beautiful enigma; rated e; 120,334 words

Listen, this is not only my favorite Star Trek fic of all time, it’s also one of my favorite fanfics in general. It’s right up there with Text Talk and The Shoebox Project from the HP fandom, which if you’ve read, you know are incredible and frankly life-changing. And this fanfic changed my life. The description the author gives doesn’t do the beauty of this fic justice. I suffer from agoraphobia and Spock’s depiction as an agoraphobic man was probably the most well-researched, sympathetic, empathetic, caring, realistic portrayal of what it’s like to be agoraphobic that I’ve ever witnessed in fiction. It made me cry like a child because I had never felt so seen and understood. This writer is incredible, and this fic is incredible. I can’t recommend it enough. It’s an AU, which I’m usually pretty wary about, but it barely even feels like an AU. It just feels like Jim and Spock. The author’s understanding of both of their characters’ is perfect, like just a spot-on portrayal of who they are. This fic genuinely helped me accept who I am and helped me understand that I am capable of & deserving of love. If you don’t read any other Star Trek fics (and you def should read more Star Trek fics because they’re amazing), then let this one be the one you read. I dare you not to read it three times in a row like I did.

Observations: First Officer Spock comments on life aboard the Enterprise and his service under Captain James T. Kirk; rated m; 500,000+ words.

So the author of this fic actually did a thing where they made this fic into two books (similar to what The Shoebox Project authors did many years ago in the HP fandom). They don’t get any money from people buying the books; the cost is just to go towards producing the books. This fic is the equivalent of two LARGE novels. We’re talking 600 pages & up. It’s a huge fic. Now, that being said, I read it in one day. ONE DAY. It’s that good. This is another one of my all-time favorite fics, though not quite as dear to my heart as the one I listed above. It’s focused on AOS, and tbh, I forget that what happens in this book isn’t actually canon. Like it’s so well-told, it just feels like it’s now part of the timeless story of Kirk & Spock. The “professional” Star Trek writers would never be brave enough to do what this author does with Kirk and Spock, though. This fic will make you angry, will make you laugh, will make you cry. It has such a good grasp on every single character. It also shows the love between the crew of the Enterprise, which is always a treat, and it’s beautifully done in this fic. It has a sorta-enemies-to-lovers arc between Spirk and an enemies-to-close-friends arc between Spock and McCoy that is beautifully done and fleshed out. This fic is definitely a journey to go through, and I can’t recommend it enough. It’s extremely slow burn, and you will want to slap both Kirk and Spock (and McCoy) upside the head at certain points lol.

Of Coffee Beans and Green Tea Leaves: The progression of a relationship, through Coffee Beans and Green Tea Leaves. Basically, it’s an AU where Kirk works at a coffee shop to pay his way through school, and Spock visits often. rated t; 16,429 words

Love, love, love, this fic. It’s cute, it’s in character. They have kind of a rocky start together, so it’s got a little bit of that Elizabeth Bennet and Mr. Darcy i-hated-you-but-now-i-love-you-marry-me vibes to it. I’m a sucker for that, if you haven’t figured that out by now lol. It’s really good, and a really enjoyable read. And it’s not too long, if you’re in the mood for something on the shorter end of things.

Please Don’t Touch the Vulcans: The "yes" is out of Jim's mouth before he can think about it. Jim is chipper about having time off for the holidays. He asks everyone if they want to spend time together but sadly, everyone ditches Jim over the holidays because they have plans. McCoy visits his daughter, Nyota visits her family, and everyone splits. Not knowing Spock has feelings for him, Jim doesn't even bother asking if he wants to spend time together figuring he has something to do. Something cute, romantic with the boys spending time with one another and confessions; rated m; 17,690 words

Super cute and has lots of Sarek, which idk about y’all, but I’m always a fan of. Sarek and Jim kind of get to know each other a bit, and it’s cute. Sarek knows about they’re in love before Spock & Kirk know lol. If I remember correctly, there’s also some appearances from everyone’s favorite: Old!Spock! You also get a little bit of jealous and protective Young!Spock. So you’re in for a real treat with this one.

The Ren shat’var Trilogy: A split-second decision changes Jim's life forever, as he enters into a bond with Spock in the face of certain torture. Enemies to the Federation emerge from unlikely places, and the command team must contend with unexpected threats, as well as challenges within their own intense relationship. In this three-part series, the Enterprise races across the galaxy to confront the unknown, and Jim and Spock discover the true significance of their unprecedented connection; rated e; 184,411 words

Textual Attraction: Valentine’s Day does not bring up pleasant memories for Cadet Kirk. But the serendipitous switch-up of his cell phone with a particular Vulcan professor’s will make his day far more interesting –and romantic. Perhaps some new memories can be made! 15,900 words

SO GOOD. Just SO good

Spaceman: Academy AU. Five times Spock realizes he's attracted to a barista at the academy spaceport, and one time he decides to do something about it. rated t; 3728 words

Short, sweet, funny. You’ll love it.

Subtext: Texting your Vulcan first officer in the middle of the night is never a good idea. Especially when you have an obsessive crush on said Vulcan.The holidays are approaching and Jim is left entirely Spockless aboard the Enterprise when his First takes shore leave on New Vulcan. After some midnight pining, Jim sends a text he instantly regrets. That is, until Spock responds and willingly continues their textual communications to an inevitable conclusion; rated t; 13,032 words

Cute, sweet, funny. It’s a texting fic. I think you’ve probably figured out I love those. This one makes me laugh so fucking hard. Like actually laugh-out-loud-omg-did-i-just-snort kind of funny. Spock is great in this one

All Spock Wants For Christmas: While Jim is away on a delegation mission, he panics about what to give Spock for Christmas. With help from Bones and Uhura, and in between some spam texting with Spock, Jim realizes he already has the perfect gift. And all it needs is wrapping paper and a bow; rated t; 11,966 words

And here we have another cute, sweet, funny texting fic. Sue me lol

The Morning After: Jim convinces Spock to take shore leave with him on Risa, hoping the time together will help re-solidify their bond of friendship after some recent tension. Meanwhile, Spock convinces himself he's on Risa for one reason and one reason only, to prevent his wayward captain from getting into trouble. After a passionately illogical night of Romulan Ale and chocolate infused liquor, everything changes when Jim wakes with something other than a hangover filling his head. Something he's sure neither he nor Spock can handle. Because if Jim knows anything for sure, it's that his messed up thoughts belong nowhere near Spock's clean, ordered mind; rated m; 50,381 words

HAHA. This fic fucking cracks me up. You’ve got drunk boys pining over each other & not realizing it. You’ve got accidental marriage. You’ve got bed sharing. It’s great, it’s cute, it’s funny.

Take This Sinking Boat (And Point It Home): In which Spock pines, Jim isn’t stupid (except he kind of is), and Christopher Pike has had enough of this bullshit; 6698 words

Pike is great in this one, and it’s super, super funny.

Extracurricular Activities: Spock returns to the Academy from a tour of duty to find an intriguing cadet captures his attention; rated e; 15,433 words

Veritas: Basically, Kirk and Spock are on trial because the Federation thinks they are emotionally compromised by each other, which is putting the lives of their crew in danger. They have to convince a court they’re not actually in love with each other. They think the claims are bullshit. They think it will be easy to prove that they aren’t in love or emotionally compromised, damn it. It isn’t; rated m; 186,80 words

This one is so, so good. A real gem off of Fanfic.net. I remember it was actually one of the first Spirk fanfics I ever read, and it blew me away. The progression of their relationship is really well-done and interesting. It has star-crossed lovers vibes and has some really emotionally intense moments in it, especially for Spock.

A Habitual Affection: Living in 1930s New York with the Vulcan you're secretly in love with is no simple thing. But Jim never liked anything simple. And then, the big snowstorm hit...; rated t; 7998 words

A beautiful TOS fic about one of the gayest episodes of Star Trek. Love this one.

Atlas: Between what was and what will be stands James Tiberius Kirk, in all his fractured patchwork glory. Because saving the Federation was only the beginning; rated t; 135,529 words

A beaut. Really great characterization, and the progression of Jim and Spock’s relationship is really well-done.

#spirk #spock #kirk #james t kirk #spock/kirk #kirk/spock #star trek #star trek tos #star trek aos #space husbands #spirk fanfic recs #spirk fanfic

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lilliganmusic · 3 years ago

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If you had to ask me what my favourite anime OST’s would be then here they are! Top 10 obviously because who doesn’t love lists?

I have amazing taste in anime OST’s btw, so I will be eagerly awaiting comments from those who haven’t already been blessed by these anime, telling me how good these tracks are.

Honorable Track Mentions from anime that didn’t make the cut:

Ao Haru Ride

“Ao Haru Ride”

“I Will - Instrumental”

“忘れられない時間”

Cowboy Bebop

“Cats on Mars”

“Piano Black”

“Rush”

Demon Slayer

“A Butterfly’s Dream & Anger”

“Kamado Tanjiro no Uta”

“Rengoku’s Last Smile”

Neon Genesis Evangelion

“Asuka Strikes”

“Decisive Battle”

“Misato”

“Rei II”

One Punch Man

“BATTLE!!”

“Mysterious”

“Seigi Shikkou”

And now on with the list!

10. Wonder Egg Priority

YEAHHHH, GOOD OST!!! I think the music is really cool and funky in this show! Probably the most unique OST I’ve ever heard. I love how the music can be so light and whimsical one moment, then “oh shit, we are fighting the metaphorical manifestation of your trauma and could very well die”. It’s like the kind of music you would have for an alarm or a ringtone. I think “Wonder Egg” and “花開く��” might very well be my favourite tracks, but I have a special place for “いぎ戦わん、乙女たちよ” as well. It’s upbeat and creepy! There isn’t a bad song in the OST, the only downside with the tracks would be how short they are!!

“WEP fans shocked that someone is finally talking about the anime.”

9. Ouran High School Host Club

Honestly what a good anime, we all know how iconic the OP and ED are but what about the OST? I have a bias for orchestral themes and OHSHC delivers that in spades. They have so many funny tracks that perfectly evoke the crack energy of the lads and Haruhi, as well as some nostalgic ballads that sweep you right off your feet. “Polka Capriccioso” is their anthem, the minute I heard this again I started laughing. Then you have emotional tracks like “Nocturne for Orchestra” and “Pavan for Piano and Orchestra”. There’s not a single bad track, (which goes for most of the OST’s on here) and honestly I’ll be incorporating some of these tracks into my playlist.

“OHSHC fans rolling up to every social function to be as LGBTQIA+ as possible.”

8. Beastars

I love this jazzy anime!!! Like yasss!!! So melodramatic and angsty!!! This show just has a really good soundtrack, it was really hard not to list everything lol. “Beastars - Classical”, “Beastars - Another Side” and “Hope of this World” have my heart forevermore, while “Impending Darkness” and “Louis’ Feelings” are fucking BOPS! We don’t talk about “Bite Me!”…

“There’s no shoujo filter, you’re just a furry.”

7. Dr. Stone

I DUNNO HOW I MISSED THIS SOUNDTRACK OR JUST FAILED TO APPRECIATE IT, BUT MAYBE I WAS TOO ENTHRALLED WITH ALL THE SCIENCE HAPPENING TO PAY ATTENTION? WHAT THE FUCK I HAVE GOOSEBUMPS?? HOLY SHIT THIS SOUNDTRACK IS SO EPIC???? JUST GO LISTEN TO THE WHOLE THING I GUESS, NOT A SINGLE BAD TRACK. I WOULD RANK IT HIGHER BUT I JUST STARTED LISTENING TO IT WISNSOALSPDK. THIS COULD EASILY BE IN MY TOP 3.

“Me ascending to a higher plane while listening to the Dr. Stone OST.”

6. Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood

I can already hear the FMAB hardcore fans screaming about “FMAB IS PEAK FICTION!!! BEST ANIME EVER!!! THAT INCLUDES ITS SOUNDTRACK!!! IT SHOULD BE IN FIRST PLACE [gamer slur] [death threat]”. Shut up. I love FMAB, and my god when I hear “The Fullmetal Alchemist” and “Trisha’s Lullaby” am I frozen to the spot. I knew FMAB would go down as one of my favourite animes when it made me cry on the second episode. I watched this anime in 2020 and I still get nostalgia hearing the music. My two other faves are “Concerto ~ Brotherhood” and “Overture ~ Brotherhood”. Fitting since these two are my favourite brothers in fiction.

“Anime fans happy to see that FMAB didn’t take 1st place for something anime related.”

5. Toilet Bound Hanako-kun

OOOOOOOOH BOY!!! I first thought TBHK was just gonna be some pastel middle school reverse harem anime, but I was wrong, wrong, wrong! I love this anime and it’s music so much, I was listening to my fave tracks for a solid month straight. Also during 2021 I would just listen to a piano version of Tiny Lights during my online maths classes and sob my heart out. Maths is very stressful. This anime has RANGE!!! It has a lot of good comedic tracks, spooooky tracks and ROMANTIC ones. “Tomo Tomo” and “Firindotto” are such endearing tracks to hear, while “Fantasuteriasu” is downright ICONIC, but my absolutely favourite would obviously have to be “Sutarakushon”.

“TBHK fans when they get a Nene x Hanako moment right after being emotionally destroyed.”

4. My Hero Academia

I didn’t want to put My Hero Academia on the list. I’m not even up to date with the anime/manga — I’m still on S3. I have a love hate relationship with this show but goddamn does this OST make me so emotional. It makes me feel like I can do anything, and I can’t ignore that raw emotion. My Hero Academia was one of my first anime, I have to show it some love. My favourite tracks from S1 would be: “You Can Be A Hero”, “HERO A” and “My Hero Academia”. For S2: “You Say Run” (obviously), “Eiyuuteki Butou Sentoukyoku” and “Bakusatsuou”. Finally for S3 (which I never finished 💀) my absolute fave has to be “Bakugo’s Rescue Soundtrack”. THOSE DRUMS!!!! I SCREAM EVERY TIME!!!

“MHA fans when “You Say Run” starts playing.”

3. Hunter X Hunter

Oh yeah!! I started watching HXH because I found out the Among Us betrayed music was from the show, no that’s not a joke. I have also listened to Hyori Ittai an unhealthy amount of times. Probably my all time favourite song to ever exist, but we’re talking about OSTs! Truly the tracks for this anime are beyond iconic, you hear that music and you know it’s time for nostalgia. The thing with HXH is that it has so many OSTs and no, it’s not cheating to talk about all of them. My favourite tracks from the first would be: “The Silver-Haired Boy” and “The Silver-Haired Lullaby”. For the second OST my faves would be: “Zoldyck Family Theme”, “Go on Gon!”, and “Departure for Strings”. From the Phantom Rouge OST: “The Red-Eyed Monster” and “Emperor’s Time”. Finally the last OST, and holy shit is that an OST to contend with: “Kingdom of Predators”, “Hyori Ittai Lamento for Piano” and “Elegy of the Dynast”.

“HXH fans after hearing that HXH is never going to have an ending for the 1246396481623748292638 time.”

2. The Promised Neverland

There are no words for how much I love this soundtrack. It was originally going to be first, but I remembered one other anime with an OST that I’ve listened to religiously. If I liked a background song in an anime I’d try and find it, but TPN was the anime that got me to actually go find and listen to the OST. Even for the No. 1 anime OST. This OST is so haunting and ethereal, adding to the bittersweet tragedy of the show. Those motherfuckers bottled raw emotion in their music. My favourites would be “The Promised Neverland Track 1”, “Isabella’s Lullaby”, “Emma’s Sorrow” and “Emma’s Determination”.

(Edit: I forgot about how good Ray’s Retaliation is and how fun Dancing Krone is.)

“Ah fuck, ran out of ways to slaughter anime fans— ah well, Cloverworks already covered that with TPN S2.”

1. Violet Evergarden

I’ve listened to and enjoyed almost every single track in this OST. Each one is meticulously crafted in a way that adds to the world of Violet Evergarden. Everything about this anime is beautiful and the music, a thing of perfection in itself elevates the anime to where it is. There is not a single bad or boring track. Watch the anime and listen to the OST.

“‘Bwuwuhhwhhuwbbwbb’ - average Violet Evergarden fan trying to convince you to watch the show”

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peterpanfromlemonland · 2 years ago

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Don't Hyde From Me (ch 9 Let's Hyde Away)

TW/CW: SA mentions, angst, David the Dickhead makes an appearance, Tyler almost going Hyde.

Don't Hyde From Me chapters

Hoa was putting on her business clothes, today was the day she discussed Tyler’s freedom to the principal and her “council” of sorts. Tyler was supposed to be getting ready, he couldn’t help but stare and watch the girl as she put on her outfit. It was amazing what one night could do for two people. The curtain was never used anymore when either of them were changing, they felt comfortable to see each other like that- of course, Tyler enjoyed seeing every bit of her.

“Hurry up,” the girl scolded as she put in her jade earrings, “We’re going to be late!”

“R-right,” he blinked before stripping out of his pajamas, “I’m sorry, you just look so beautiful in that dress-”

“Ao dai.”

“What?” Tyler blinked, clueless of what she had just said. Ao dai. The traditional Vietnamese garment. It was more than just a dress; it was a symbol of femininity, elegance and grace. Hoa’s mother had handmade this one in particular; it was red with a gold dragon snaking around the body, red was always meant for luck and prosperity. Either way, the dress- and the lecture- were burned into his mind. As the boy put on some presentable clothes the girl tied her hair up into twin side buns, making sure to secure each bun with a jade hair pin. If looks could kill.

“Either way,” Tyler muttered as he slid his shirt on, “It’s beautiful.”

“It is.” Hoa was in the bathroom doing her makeup, wanting to look professional and to not screw this up. Once the two were ready, Tyler slipped into his restraints and followed Hoa’s lead, the two walked side by side as they made their way to the principal’s. Tyler’s fingers brushing up against Hoa’s every now and then, sending electric like shocks through her body, she couldn’t help but smile at the feeling. As they made their way across the courtyard they could feel cold yet curious eyes on them, some of the stares were judgemental while others were just afraid. Tyler shrank closer to the girl, afraid he would be swept away by the currents of the stares, he wondered if she were afraid too. Hoa kept her cool although on the inside she was screaming for all of them to disappear.

David stepped out in front of the two, a menacing smirk across his face. Hoa sighed and prepared for the worst, pulling Tyler closer by the chains as David took a step closer. This time the man was alone, Tyler could feel the fear radiating off of the girl as he tried to keep his composure.

“Hey there,” David jumped at the girl, causing her to take a step back, “Freaks.” He shot daggers up at Tyler who instinctively gripped onto Hoa’s hand, David noticed this gesture and started to laugh. Him? A monster? In love with her? Both Hoa and Tyler looked at David as if he were a mad man, Hoa saw this as a chance to sneak around him and get to the meeting with the principal on time but David was not allowing that. David would keep getting in her way, attempting to reach out for her to hurt her but Tyler would always pull her away.

“What’s this?” David smirked, “The monster protecting the princess?” He laughed again, this time using his telekinesis on Tyler and sending him flying into a concrete column. The wind was knocked out of the boy while the girl was left defenseless and alone, Hoa tried to run to the boy’s side but David had other plans for her. He wanted Tyler to watch as he made an example of her, as he tore into her bit by bit. He wanted to make the boy hyde out and ruin all of his hard work at “rehabilitation”. Hoa was just too much of a problem, especially dressed like that. David pulled Hoa close to him, his intentions clear and both Tyler and Hoa knew what he was trying to do. David’s hand slid up to her breasts and squeezed, Hoa tried to fight her way out of his grip but her body froze- she was scared. She turned her gaze away from Tyler, not wanting him to see the fear in her eyes- the boy could feel the rage oozing inside of him as he slowly started to turn into his hyde form.

“As punishment for what you did to me,” David addressed Tyler, “I’m going to use your little pet in front of everyone out here!”

The boy’s anger was interrupted when a voice called out, heads turned in the direction it came from, it was the werewolf who was seen with Jess a few days ago. The girl’s eyes lit up as the werewolf came rushing to their aid, David knew he couldn’t go up against him so he pushed the girl to the ground and ran as fast as he could. His grip on Tyler fading, dropping the poor boy to the ground with an audible thud. The boy made his way towards Hoa who was trying to regain her balance.

“Matt,” Hoa greeted the werewolf, “Thanks, again.”

“Oh no worries,” Matt, the werewolf, smiled brightly at the two of them, “Hi, I’m Matt by the way.” He stuck his hand out to Tyler, waiting for the boy to give him a handshake. Tyler glanced at the girl to see if it was okay to do so, she gave him a nod and with that the werewolf and hyde shook hands. Matt asked the two where they were off to, when Hoa let him know that they were headed to speak with the principal about Tyler’s freedom the werewolf quickly nodded. Tyler took in the werewolf’s features; Matt was built like a quarterback but had a more gentle aura than any quarterback he’d seen. Matt was a gentle giant, taller than Tyler, the boy was just glad Matt was on his side.

“Why did you help me?” Tyler asked, pure curiosity in his eyes, “Not- not that I don’t appreciate it- I mean, I do appreciate it. But-”

“-I don’t even know you and you’re a homicidal maniac?” Matt chuckled. If Hoa was okay with being next to a homicidal psycho then Tyler was safe in his book. Tyler smiled awkwardly as Matt patted the boy on the back, Matt had kept them long enough and he wished the both of them well on their meeting with Principal Holland.

“You two got this,” Matt said as he started to walk off, “And, Tyler, for what it’s worth. Me and the others think you’re innocent.” And with that he hurried off to find Jess. Tyler couldn’t help but smile, he felt Hoa’s hand slide into his and he took that as his cue to keep going forward, he trusted her and she trusted him. Once the two were in the office they took their seats and sat in silence as Principal Holland finished up her coffee. She had gotten Hoa’s message that stated that they needed to have a chat regarding the hyde and his freedom

“Explain to me why we should take his restraints off?” The principal raised an eyebrow pensively, she had to admit that Hoa was insane for trusting the hyde so easily, “Why should we trust him?”

“I know how you feel about him being free of restraints, ma’am,” Hoa started, “But I can assure you he hasn’t hurt anyone yet.”

“Oh?” Holland furrowed her brows, “What about David?” She knew? Hoa reminded her that David was the one who started it and that it was only self defense. Tyler was protecting her. Holland knew that but wanted to hear what the girl had to say about this boy.

“Let me ask you,” Hoa started as she fiddled with the key to Tyler’s restraints, “Is it right to send a boy to the gallows when all he wanted was to find what happened to his mother? When he was groomed and abused and only did what he thought would protect him?” Hoa empathized with the boy, she too was down the same path he was once. Would punishing the victim make things better?

“He’s killed people Ms. Duong.”

“Yeah,” Hoa scoffed back, “And so have cops. You don’t see them getting put on death row do you?”

“You cheeky little-”

“I can prove to you that he isn’t a threat.” Hoa said sternly, never backing down. She freed the boy from his restraints as the principal gasped in shock, preparing her gun if anything were to go awry. Hoa assured that there was no need for that as Tyler just sat in his seat, scratching at where the restraints were on his wrists.

“Sorry,” he chuckled awkwardly, “A bit itchy.”

“See?” Hoa beamed, feeling as if she just won a spelling bee, “Completely harmless!” Tyler just sat there and waved awkwardly at the principal who was staring daggers into his soul, Holland reminding Hoa that they stand in the presence of a murderer who showed no remorse. But the girl didn’t see it that way, no. She saw Tyler as a broken young man, a young man who wanted answers but went down the wrong path and interacted with the wrong people.

“Remember, Ms. Holland,” Hoa continued, “I, too, was in the same boat as this young man.” Tyler’s eyes widened at the statement that left the girl’s mouth, he looked at her in disbelief. Hoa? In the same situation as him?

“Would you’ve put me on death row without a second glance?” The girl tilted her head, emotionless. This side of Hoa was one the boy had never encountered and it thrilled him but also scared him. He was curious to learn more about the girl besides him, what secrets did she hold in that mind of hers?

“Ms. Duong,” the principal hissed, “You know I wouldn’t-”

“Then why should it be different for him?” Hoa saw herself in this young man, she knew he could be saved if he let her. If they let her. It was too late when they’d tried to save her yet here she was, alive and breathing. She knew it wasn’t too late to save him, she had to save him. Holland sighed, Hoa did have a point. Did Holland like the idea? No, she very much did not. But Hoa was right. “Hey,” Tyler interjected, “You wouldn’t happen to have some itching cream would you?” The itch on his wrists became unbearable.

“Oh yeah,” Hoa reached into her purse to pull out a travel sized first aid kit, producing some itching cream from the red bag, “Here.”

“Thanks. Do you always carry a first aid kit?”

“Of course,” Hoa scoffed, “Never know when you may need a medic.”

Seeing as this discussion was already over, Holland sent the two on their way- Hoa taking the restraints with her for special reasons. Once the two were outside they saw Jess, Matt and the girl with telekinesis waiting for them. The three saw that Tyler was free from his restraints and they jumped for joy and ran towards the couple. Tyler couldn’t believe that there were people rooting for him. People actually gave a damn about him, about whether he lived or died. Jess ran up and gave them both of them a hug, it was an awkward hug but a hug nonetheless.

“So,” Jess started, “Does this mean he’s a free man?” Not quite. As Hoa was explaining the situation to her friends Tyler noticed from the corner of his eyes a certain pigtailed young lady. His heart froze in his chest, he gently tugged at Hoa’s sleeve urging her that they needed to go. Now. Hoa didn’t notice it until it was too late. Wednesday had already pressed her taser against the boy’s neck, Tyler crumpled to the ground in pain.

“Woah, woah, woah,” Hoa tried to ease the tensions as she brought Tyler back to his feet, “That’s my job.”

“That man is a criminal,” Wednesday spoke, her cold gaze never leaving Tyler, “Why aren’t you scared of him.”

“Hoa,” Tyler whispered, “Let’s just go-”

“Because I shared a roof with a family of criminals for 5 years.” Hoa replied coldly, silence was all that followed, “Murderers, rapists, arsonists, you name it.” Truth is, Hoa was always a witness or a victim. When she was younger she had a little calico cat, his name was Scout. The little cat was a sweetheart who loved her with all 9 of his lives. That is until one of the elders of the family tossed the poor cat against the stone floor, splitting the poor thing’s skull open- Scout’s brains splattering before the poor girl. “You can never have anything nice.” The elder said to the girl before tossing the cat’s lifeless body into the flames.

Wednesday opened her mouth to speak but Hoa wouldn’t have any of it. She had places to be, things to do, a tight schedule. Hoa and her ragtag crew were planning on doing some band practice that day- the group had been putting practice off ever since Hoa agreed to watch over Tyler. The boy shot Wednesday an apologetic look before walking off with Hoa and the rest of them, he knew he should apologize to her for manipulating her. He just couldn’t bring himself to do it. Not now. As the group made their way to one of the basements of the campus, Tyler couldn’t help but overhear a conversation between the telekinetic girl and Hoa.

“Are you sure you’re gonna be comfy practicing in that ao dai?” the girl asked Hoa, “It’s so… stiff.”

“Don’t worry Linh,” Hoa replied with a smile, “I always pack an extra set of clothes for practice.”

“That’s our Hoa!” Matt chimed in, “Always prepared, even got a little med kit!”

“Yeah,” Linh chuckled in response, “Our little Vietnamese Soldier.”

“Can it you two.” Hoa rolled her eyes.

“Hey,” Matt turned on his heels, walking backwards, “Wasn’t your dad friends with a combat medic while he was overseas?” Hoa’s father was, and still is friends with that medic. Good friends. They were brothers in arms, the medic would always say to Duong that medics do no harm but do know harm. It was like the motto of every combat medic, paramedic and EMT. Hoa learned a thing or two from this man; how to apply and use a tourniquet, how to properly remove shrapnel from a limb, and how to treat a wound from an IED. You name it.

“You think we’re ever gonna need a tourniquet?” Jess asked.

“I mean, yeah, if you’re going to a gunfight!” Linh jested.

“There will only be a gunfight if those people come after Hoa again.” Jess growled. Those people? Tyler had questions, he wanted answers now. But he doubted anyone was willing to sit him down and explain everything to him. Once the group made it to the basement and turned the lights on, the boy saw a little recording studio like area; a drumset, a couple of electric guitars and an electric bass, and a keyboard along with a keytar decorated the area.

“There she is!” Hoa ran over to one of the guitars, a bright pink one, “Hey baby, sorry I haven’t tuned you in a while.” The girl plugged the instrument into its amp and struck a chord. Albeit, it was terrible sounding, the guitar hadn’t been tuned in months. Hoa cursed under her breath as she started to tune the damn guitar while the others started getting to their assigned instruments. Once everyone was all set and tuned, they decided to practice with a little song.

#angst #tyler galpin x oc #tyler galpin

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mystery-star · 4 years ago

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Shipping Experiment– Spock

Pairing: Spock x reader (gender neutral)

Warnings: involuntary drunkenness

Words: 3686

A/N: I got this idea when I stumbled upon a BTS picture of the AOS movie productions. Then I discussed it with @cleversturmhond and decided it had to be written. I know the pic is for AOS but can be read for TOS as well.

Please do not repost my work on other sites or platforms!

Being an Ensign usually meant that you couldn’t go on many away missions. So it was always something very special for you to get chosen. You only hoped that your husband had no saying in it because you wanted to be chosen because of your skills and not the fact that you were married to the Chief Science Officer and First Officer of the ship. On the other hand, if it had been Spock’s idea to take you on the mission, it probably had a logical reason, after all he always claimed that he did not make emotional decisions while on duty. Maybe you could ask him later on who had had the idea to allow you to come to the mission.

For a reason you were surprised to learn that the aliens that lived on the planet were very friendly because so far you had usually only heard stories of how the landing party had been almost killed or abducted by the inhabitants of the planet. The natives even invited you for dinner and the Captain immediately agreed. You on the other hand didn’t know if it was such a good idea to just eat foreign food, what if it was poisonous for you? Sure, Kirk claimed that the alien’s physiology was not that different from your own but it still was no guarantee that the food would not hold and unpleasant surprises.

Unfortunately, the meal tasted a bit bland but otherwise it was very good and you ate a lot, probably more than usual. They even served some kind of ‘dessert’, just that it consisted of a bitter drink. After the meal, you were allowed to watch some kind of welcome dance the natives did for you and also encouraged all of you to dance as well. To your surprise, even Spock joined them a bit later, but probably only because four of your hosts were pulling on his arms and trying to get him up and on the dance floor. With determined steps he came over to you, offering you his hand

“Do you mind?”

“I’d love to” you said, taking his hand and placing the other hand on his shoulder. When you had first seen what a skillful dancer he was, you almost couldn’t believe it. Even less that he had never taken dance lessons in secret and just seemed to be a whiz kid, like at everything else. Not that you minded though, it was something you loved about him, how good he was at everything or how quickly he learned if something was indeed new for him. You amused yourself very much and also Spock seemed to do so. But then you saw him smile at you and in shock you let go of him “What’s wrong’” you asked.

“What are you referring to?”

“Your smile, you just smiled”

“I do not believe I did. You must have imagined it”

“Yeah sure, let’s just deny it all as if it was a shame” you said, gently taking hold of him again to continue your dance. Probably you would have just forgotten about it, if his smile had not etched itself into your memory and made it hard to be forgotten. And it wasn’t just his smile, suddenly, he also leaned his forehead against yours and pulled you closer, letting out a small sigh. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“Your definition of ‘okay’ is unclear” he muttered

“I want to know if you’re feeling as usual. Or if you think that something’s off”

“Nothing is ‘off’. I simply enjoy having you close”

“Well I take that as a compliment” you pecked his cheek. While some of the other crewmembers seemed to have had enough, Spock was still twirling you around, even more energetic than before. And at times you could have sworn to see a big smile on his face. Finally, the Captain approached you

“I didn’t know dancing made you that happy”

“What are you trying to say?”

“That you’re grinning like a Cheshire cat” Spock raised an eyebrow

“You are referring to the animal from Alice in Wonderland”

“Yeah. You have something of him right now”

“Is it true?’” he asked looking at you

“Yeah you have been smiling at times But that’s okay. As long as it means you’re feeling happy that’s perfect”

“I would not call it ‘perfect’. I do not like not being in control of my emotions” you had stopped dancing by now

“So what are we gonna do? Do you want to go back to the ship?”

“Perhaps that would be a good solution. Then I can extend my meditation period”

“And leave poor (Y/N) all alone down here?” Kirk said, patting your back.

“Or I can just leave with him” you said “I kinda am getting tired from all the dancing”

“I apologize” Spock said “If you wish to accompany me back to the ship you are welcome to do so”

“Perfect” also Jim gave a nod and so your husband and you left the place after bidding your hosts goodbye and requested to be transported back to the ship. On the way to your shared quarters, Spock took your hand and squeezed it. You checked the time “It’s only 2014 hours. Would you like to do something?”

“If you do not mind I would like to engage in meditation for some time”

“Right, you said that you’d do that. I’ll just be reading something then”

Two hours later, Spock was still in the bathroom for meditation. But unless most times he was talking to himself. With a sigh you got up and stopped in front of the door. Of course you knew he didn’t like to be disturbed and that meditation was private to Vulcans. Yet you gently knocked at the locked door.

“Are you okay?” you asked with a quiet voice but got now answer “Spock?”

“Yes”

“Sorry for disturbing you but you were talking and I wanted to see if you’re alright”

“I am” he said “Test Object Leonard... Time: 1.28 seconds”

“What are you doing?” you asked, entering the code to open the door. You didn’t know what to say when you saw what he was doing. He had rid himself of his meditation robes and was standing at the sink in underwear, a dozen or more of origami swans or folded boats, made from toilet paper were sitting on top of the sink. In his hand, he held your lip balm, which he obviously had used to write something on the mirror “Oh Spock” you said, not sure if it was a good idea to laugh “What’s this?”

“I want to find out how long it takes until the figures are soaked with water and unfold”

“Oh well… uh” you only knew one thing. This was not normal behavior for your husband “What about your robes?” he looked at the pile of clothes, something else atypical because usually he carefully folded and put his clothes away unless he put it in the laundry box (and even for in there he did fold them a little).

“I took them off so they will not get wet”

“Well okay” you moved closer and watched, how he launched a swan called Sulu and noted that it was soaked within 1.31 seconds before noting name and the time on the mirror “Come on, you can drown more toilet paper tomorrow”

“I do not drown it. It is an experiment”

“You still can continue it tomorrow”

“Then the conditions might be different”

“Shouldn’t something be tested under different conditions?” he looked at you then turned back to his ‘experiment’, putting the next thing into the water, this time a boat called Sulu. You had the impression that he had each a swan and a boat that were named after someone of the crew. When you checked the list, you saw that also your name was at the top of the list, making you smile. “Come” you said “You can finish tomorrow. I think you have enough data for today” you pointed at the mirror

“I am not done yet”

“We continue tomorrow. I’ll help you” he looked at you

“Then I can get started with the report now”

“Or we go to bed. It’s late”

“I usually write my reports at around that time”

“Yeah but usually don’t soak toilet paper figures in the sink either. Let’s go” he looked at you

“No!” he said, rather fiercely, making you wince

“Spock!” you insisted “I don’t know what’s wrong with you but you are not alright right now. So let me get you to bed or I’ll call McCoy”

“He will be off duty by now” he grabbed the next swan but you took hold of his wrist.

“I can just call med bay. I bet you’d hate someone else looking at you even more”

“I do not need a doctor, I am fine”

“Don’t you usually not use the word fine because it has no logical definition just like ‘okay’?”

“It does, I only tried to make it clear to you by using your vernacular” still he started a lecture of the different meanings of the two words, depending on the context. You sighed and gently tried to lead him away from the sink and to your surprise and relief he complied. As long as he was talking, you could get him back to your bed room and hand him his sleeping shirt which he put on without further ado. But then he was done with his explanation and the started behaving like a kid again, refusing to but on his pajama trousers and insisted he had to continue his experiment.

“No you don’t. If you go back into the bathroom, I’ll throw all your boats and swans into the toilet and flush them” he stared at you and his mouth fell open slightly. You couldn’t hide a grin

“I will make new ones” he said and left for the bathroom

“No!” you shouted and wrapped your hands around his waist, trying to stop him. But since he was stronger than you, due to his Vulcan heritage, he managed to walk to the bathroom anyways. So you let go of him and went to the intercom instead, contacting Med bay that they came to have a look. After all it was possible that his state could be dangerous. You were quite certain it had to do with something that happened on the planet, probably something he ate or drank. When you ended the communication, you saw that Spock wasn’t in the bathroom anymore. He also wasn’t in the bedroom either “Spock?” you called but you got no answer. His figures were still standing on the sink but you noticed that his lute was gone. With a sigh you started the computer on the desk “Computer, where is Commander Spock?” you asked, not wanting to search him. Besides, he could be everywhere.

“Commander Spock currently is in recreation room 3 on deck 5”

“Oh” you said and left your quarters hurrying there as fast as you could. The scene you saw did shock you but you still had to pull back to not start laughing. It was even worse than what you had seen in the bathroom in your quarters. Spock was still only wearing his nightshirts, boxers and was sitting on one of the tables, seeming to be tuning his lute. And of course he was not alone in the rec room and almost everyone was staring at him or you “Spock!” you hissed as you slowly approached him “What are you doing, honey?” you placed a hand on his arm

“I am not making honey” you rolled your eyes

“I can see that. It wasn’t a question. I meant you by honey”

“Why?”

“You’re not in a state to discuss this. Come, let’s go back. You still have your experiment to finish”

“I am off duty” he said trying out his lute again.

“Well then we just go to bed. Or are you hungry again? Just let’s get you out of here. People are watching” you said quietly. At that, his head shot up and he glared at the people in question and they were quick to look away or pretend to focus on something else. You sighed “Come on. We can come back when you put pants on” he looked down his legs “Yes, you’re only wearing underwear”

“That is not underwear” he gestured at his shirt

“Yeah. But this” you pointed at his boxers. Come” you offered him your hand but he slapped it away, putting a foot on his table and started to play on the lute.

“I would like to play you a song”

“You can do this when I’m in bed. Because I’m very tired” you faked a yawn “Then you can help me fall asleep. How does that sound?”

“As if you think my song is boring” he pouted and you shook your head.

“That’s not what I meant. But it is very calming. And it’s been a long day. Are you not tired?”

“I am Vulcan”

“That doesn’t answer the question” he didn’t say anything and you sighed “Fine” you pulled your hand back and gave a nod, walking over to the intercom to contact Med Bay again because the doctor had to come here and not your quarters. You probably didn’t’ have the strength (or will) to bring your husband back to his quarters. When you were done, you also contacted the Captain to tell him what was going on and to let him know that maybe Spock wouldn’t come to work tomorrow

“What do you mean by ‘behaving odd’? Is it a Spocksih odd we’re used of him or odd odd?”

“Odd odd. Unless he’s sitting on the tables in rec room just wearing his boxers and playing his lute each day”

“No, you’re right that is odd. When did he start behaving like that?”

“I don’t know. He went mediating when we returned. But maybe his smiles on the planet already had to do with his situation”

“Did you let McCoy know?”

“He’s got off, so I contacted Med Bay”

“Very well. Do you need help?”

“Are you already back?”

“Yeah, we all are by now”

“Oh okay. But no, I called for a doctor he’ll help me to bring Spock back home”

“Perfect” you turned around to your husband

“Oh fuck”

“What? What is he doing now?”

“No idea”

“How do you mean that?”

“Because he’s gone. He’s not here anymore”

“Do you need help searching him?”

“Only if you don’t mind”

“My friend and First Officer is running around the ship drunk and half naked. Of course I can make time to search him”

“Good” you quickly discussed where you would go looking (respectively that you’d ask the computer for his location again) before contacting Med Bay yet another time to let them know that you had lost your husband again. Then you went to the next computer to hear his location. As it seemed he currently wasn’t in a room but was still underway to wherever he was heading. That was if he had a place he wanted to go. As you followed his path, you stopped to ask a computer again and when you heard where Spock was, you sped up even more. He had gone to the Pharmacology lab and in his state you had no idea what he’d do and he could get himself killed if he did something wrong. When you arrived at the lab, two people of sickbay were already there, talking to your husband. “What’s going on?” you asked, taking your husband’s hand.

“Your explanations made me realized that something is indeed wrong with me. I was trying to find something against it” he gestured at two small vials in front of

“Did he take anything?”

“No, luckily not” the nurse said while the doctor ran a scanner over Spock

“Is he okay?”

“No” Spock replied, making you squeeze his hand. To your surprise he pulled you closer until your head was resting against his chest. Suddenly he let out a yelp and when you looked up you saw how the doctor had injected a hypo into Spock’s neck. At the same time as your husband you asked what it was and were told that it something that would help him calm down a bit. The nurse then continued explaining that everything was alright so far and he just seemed drunk. So you should just take him back to your quarters and let them know in case something happened. With a grin you shook your head.

“What did you do huh?” you nudged his arm, making him glance down at you

“I did not take anything”

“On the planet. But you couldn’t know. We all didn’t. Now let’s get you to bed and tomorrow everything will be better” also Kirk now arrived in the lab and was asking what was going on, whereupon he received a briefing from the doctor.

“And he’s fine now?”

“He’s always been fine. But (Y/N) should keep an eye on him, just in case. But I don’t think something will happen. I’d take some blood but I have the impression that in his state he will not allow it”

“What if you wait until the sedative you gave him works?”

“Of course we could but as far as I can see he’s fine. Just not used to being drunk. I only thought we could find out what put him in that state. Maybe we’ll have to take some blood if he gets worse which he shouldn’t”

“Okay, that’s great to hear” you said with a nod and when you saw, how your husband slightly slackened you took hold of his arm

“It’s starting wo work” the nurse commented and you tried to lead him back to your shared quarters which you only could when also Kirk took hold of him and helped you. Together you more or less dragged Spock back to your quarters and after asking if you could manage, the Captain left you. Spock pulled you to the bed, sat down on its edge and after you were in his lap, he embraced you tightly.

“Careful” you muttered “Don’t forget how strong you are and your thousand lectures about how you could snap all my bones just like that” he didn’t reply but nuzzled the side of your neck. “How about you let me get ready for bed and then we can lie down and cuddle until we fall asleep?” again he did nothing so you let out a sigh “Aren’t you tired?”

“Not very much. However, I wish to hold you longer”

“You can also do that when we’re trying to fall asleep?” now his arms disappeared and you got up, getting out of your clothes, when you heard the bathroom door close. “Please just don’t continue your experiment” you muttered as you put on a top for in the bed. You sat down on the bed, taking out a PADD to read an article before Spock returned but again he stayed in the bathroom. After fifteen minutes you put your device aside and knocked at the door but got no answer, so you opened it. You had to cover your mouth to not burst out laughing. He was cuddling his robes he had discarded earlier against his chest and was fast asleep on the bathroom floor. Of course you knew that you wouldn’t be able to bring him back to bed so you returned to your bedroom, got your blanket and spread it over him. For a while you stood there, looking down at him and considering if you should join him or spend the night in bed before you sighed and grabbed your pillow to lie down beside him as well.

It was one of the first times in your marriage that you woke up before Spock. But knowing he’d probably be awake any time, you waited for him with breakfast. When he appeared in the door frame you had to bite back a chuckle because you had never seen him so disheveled.

“Morning” you greeted, putting your PADD aside

“Morning, (Y/N)” he replied with a nod. “I cannot find a logical explanation why I have woken up in the bathroom”

“Because you fell asleep there. Bam, logic” you got up and walked to the replicator “Water or tea?”

“Then I cannot recall why I would have chosen the bathroom floor as suitable place to spend the night”

“Oh well I can’t answer that either. But I might have an idea”

“That is?” he asked, walking to the bed to put the blanket on it, of course folding it neatly before taking a new uniform from his wardrobe.

“You don’t remember?”

“I am not certain I understand what you are referring to”

“Well” you grinned, getting your own breakfast, “I guess I’d better tell you before Kirk surprises you with made up stories about your half-naked adventures in the rec room. Come to think of it, you might want to make sure he doesn’t find the video”

“Which video?” if he hadn’t been shocked before he definitely was now. The intercom beeped and Spock answered it

“How’re you doing, druggie?”

“I do not understand your reference”

“You don’t remember? Pity, I’d love to see your face. I could tell you everything but I guess that (Y/N) knows a few more details. In fact I’d love to hear the whole story. Anyways, I just called to let you know I pulled a few strings to let you take off this morning, Spock”

“I do not see…”

“And I don’t care. I won’t let you come to the bridge. Oh and Bone’s awaiting you in Med Bay he said” the call ended and Spock looked at you as if he was lost.

“It seems there something you should tell me”

“Yeah” you gestured at his chair “I know Vulcan got nerves of steel, not anatomically, but you might better sit before I start”

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what-the-stories-have-foretold · 3 years ago

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Detective Conan writing request

Matsuda getting kidnapped from the hospital after his birth and kaito as his real younger brother. Matsuda having left a dying message for furuya to take care of his younger brother as other than matsuda kaito doesn't have anyone else. Rei just now figures it out and adopts kaito, inspite on having an idea that he might be kaito kid.....

I hope you enjoy it 💕

A Brother's Love (is fucking annoying)

My Navigation is here.

Warnings: off canon, light spoilers for chapter 1076 and following (picture)

Wordcount: 656

"You have to go to school, Kaito."

"Seriously, aniki," the teen groaned, eyes squinting at the man leaning against the door frame. "It's stupid. I have no reason to go there anyways."

Furuya raised his eyebrows at him: "Oh really? And what about Ao-chan?" he smiled. Kaito shot up, a blush tinting his cheeks.

"I don't know what you mean," he said, looking away. Furuya laughed.

"Sure you don't. Are you coming now, or not?"

With a huff Kaito stood up from his bed, rose pink retaining on his ears. "Stupid Rei-"

"I heard that!" came it from downstairs.

"You were supposed to," Kaito yelled back, sticking out his tongue.

When he entered the kitchen fifteen minutes later, he was welcomed by the sight of his adoptive...guardian, reading the newspaper. Kaito grinned when his eye caught a glimpse of today's front page.

"Ooh, Kaito Kid's doing something again?" he said, sitting down, grabbing for his breakfast.

Furuya hummed, before putting down the newspaper and smiling at him:

"You always go on and on about being such a great magician, but I don't think you could pull something like this, can you?"

Kaito's mouth was agape, looking at his older brother in disbelief.

"How dare you, aniki? I am the best magician in the world."

"Well," Furuya said, taking a sip from his coffee, eyes glinting with mischief, "Isn't he the magician of the century? Could have sworn I read that somewhere," he murmured, pretending to look through the paper.

"Could have sworn I read that somewhere," Kaito mocked, and Furuya's amused eyes flickered up to him.

"Eat your breakfast, Kaito."

Kaito stood on top of a skyscraper. He could see the rows and rows of journalists and spectators standing hundreds of metres below him, if he squinted hard enough. But only one civilian was of interest. The moment Jii had given him the sign, Kaito dived down, outstretching his arms. A loud:

"There he is!" Directed everyone's attention to the magician in the sky, as he had planned. Kaito grinned, throwing a wink to the crowd (which they couldn't have seen), before twisting his body mid fall and drawing his grappling hook. He aimed at the window behind which awaited him an empty room, and broke in.

"You know they can't see your winks, right?"

Kaito tensed up. He knew that voice. Shit, shit, shit he turned and turned, desperately trying to evade the confrontation, doing his best not to have to face the man behind him.

"Kaito Kid."

"Heyyyy, Mr. Police Officer, what can I help you with?" Oh god he had turned around to face him.

Before him stood his brother, Furuya. Arms crossed, dressed in a suit and looking what Kaito had to begrudgingly admit was pretty handsome. He hoped the obnoxious lights of the news helicopter could hide his own face.

A chuckle escaped Furuya's mouth.

"I'm secret police, you know."

Kaito's eyes widened. He didn't know that.

"I didn't know that," he croaked.

"So maybe you want to-" Furya gestured with his chin towards the window.

"-go, yeah. Yeah no definitely, I'll-" He turned and raised a hand for goodbye "I'll leave you to it, Sir. You do your job, protect the diamond and everything," and with a jump he had left.

Furuya stood still for a moment, shaking his head and laughing to himself. Maybe he was wrong, he'd have to tell his brother the next day.

"I met Kaito Kid the other day."

Kaito froze.

"Yeah?" he asked. "What....ehm....what was he like?"

"Nowhere near as good as you."

At that Kaito sat up straight, bright grin on his face. "Yeah?" before realising hey, that's me. Is he saying Kaito Kid is bad?

"Wait, why? What did he do? Why do you think he is bad?" he started yelling, but Furuya didn't answer, amused by the fact that his little brother genuinly thought he could hide this secret from him.

#furuya rei x reader #furuya rei #kaito kid #kaito kuroba #what-the-stories-have-foretold #detective conan

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neechees · 3 years ago

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For the ask? God of War, natch

NATCH? PFFT

favorite male character: Kratos I am a Kratos apologist. Love that dude.

favorite female character: Faye & Freya mwah <3 I also find Athena & Gaia interesting as characters. Lysandra is always a badass too, of course

least favorite character: this is a hard one actually, but I think Modi tbh he's a fuckin creep. Also Hermes was fuckin annoying

prettiest character: she barely shows up, but Artemis. Gorgeous. Persephone is also up there

funniest character: in a way, Kratos avhftftg. "That is a question you should ask your wife" when Hephaestus asked him if Aphrodite "conquered another god of war" (him). Him saying Mimirs stories were boring except the one that started in a river of blood. Him laughing at Atreus's stupid wheel pun. "In the direction of deer". "I'm going to cut off your head now". This fuckin dude. Also, Mimir of course.

favorite season: favorite game in the series is probably gow4 of course but Ghost of Sparta holds a special place in my heart, & I love gow Ascension for fleshing more stuff out actually

favorite romantic ship: you know me, I'm a Fayetos girl. Also I love them. Freya and Sigrun is also interesting & we appreciate Kratos/AOS in this house

favorite family ship: I'm assuming this means familial relationship, in which case... Kratos & his kids, man. This dude loves his kids. Pandora is naturally included.

favorite friend ship: Faye's close friendship with the Dwarf brother is genuinely so sweet... they were right next to her for everything. also Kratos & Herakles, they're also half brothers but it was really nice to see that he had at least made a friend while on Olympus, & no doubt was able to relate to him.

worst ship: anything obviously gross like incest, yeesh.

#you mean nech? :p #wrong use of the slang I wouldn't use it here but I found it funny fgfggu #incest mention #incest tw #god of war

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thebeautyoffanfics · 3 years ago

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Hiya! I love your blog! Could I please request a platonic Akane x reader x Aoi where th reader is their best friend and they are a trio (Aoi finding reader to be one of the few people she can be herself with and also being a wingman (wingwoman? Wingperson?) for Akane) and the reader decides to make a raspberry pie for Aoi with Akane since she's been seeming down lately but none of them can't cook and reck everything so they get a mildly amused Aoi to help them despite wanting it to be a surprise

(platonic) akane aoi x gn!reader and x akane

a/n: hello hello!! Love these guys!! I can’t remember the last time i wrote for aoi, so that’s definitely fun!! Thank you so much for requesting, and thank you for the compliment!! <3

warnings:

word count: 1,583

Seeing Aoi feeling down was unusual. When you asked her about it, she told you she wasn’t sure why either. “I’m fine, (Y/N). It’s just one of those weeks, you know?”

Yes, you definitely knew. But, it didn’t make it any better. All you could do was be there for her, and rely on Akane to be the one to make her laugh- he’d be there as well, but his confessions always brought a smile to her face. When the smile she usually wore at one of his attempts was blatantly empty, Akane approached you as well.

“She’s feeling really out of it,” He sighed, looking at the school’s beauty from across the room. She was watering the plants, eyes slightly downcast, though she “cheered up” when someone took notice of her. No matter her smile and raised eyebrows, for you and Akane, it was easy to see through. All you could do was nod. He didn’t need to point it out- you both were aware. It was just him… noting it. Getting it off his chest?

“Say, Akane, do you have anything to do after school?”

“Technically, I have to do things for the student council. Teru usually takes my work load when I’m ‘not doing it properly’ or ‘getting on his nerves’, which entails simply existing, but- I can get out of duties, if you need me to.”

“I was thinking… Aoi likes sweets, yeah? What if we made her a pie or something? Dropped it by her house after we’re finished?”

Akane raised his eyebrows, nodding in agreement. “That’s actually a good idea. You know how to make pie?”

“Nnnno, but, there’s gotta be a recipe online, or in a cookbook somewhere. While you get your student council stuff done, I can run to the store quickly.”

He nodded again, telling you that it sounded like a plan.

If only that enthusiasm could have influenced the results-

“It can’t be too hard!” You had said, looking at the array of ingredients after washing your hands.

“For Ao-chan, it’ll be a piece of cake.”

“A piece of-”

“Please don’t-”

“Pie.”

Akane rolled his eyes, looking over the recipe. “Anyway, preheat the oven to 425.”

You walked over to the oven, preheating it, then feeling rather proud of yourself. One step down, only so many more to go! Easy-peasy!

Grabbing a pie plate, you reached for the pastry. “I’ll roll out the crust if you’ll work on the filling?”

“Alright… I just put everything in it?”

“Yeah. Measure the stuff and whatnot.”

Akane grabbed the ingredients, putting the necessary amount into a bowl, as you glanced at the recipe.

“Oh, but not the egg or water-”

“...(Y/N), I swear to-”

You tensed as Akane sighed in frustration, walking to the trashcan and pouring the combination of ingredients into it. He rinsed the bowl lightly, before taking the recipe and reading it over once more. After reading it, he began to make the mixture properly, not sparing you a slightly annoyed- though harmless- glance. He mixed, then pushed the bowl your way.

“I mixed, you put it in.”

It was your turn to roll your eyes, as you poured the mixture on top of the crust, then wet the outside of the crust lightly. Once that was finished, you reached for the rest of the pastry, setting a knife aside as you rolled it out.

“Are we gonna make it all criss-crossed?” Akane asked, walking over to you, and peering down as you took the knife.

“Yep, as best we- aH ouch, ouch,” You yelped, dropping the knife and bringing your hand to your mouth.

“Oi, don’t put your hand in your mouth- you’ve been touching the dough, wash it off first.”

You grumbled, walking to the sink and wincing as you washed your bleeding finger off. Luckily, it was nothing more than a knick, but it still hurt-

“You got blood in the dough,” Akane groaned, walking over to you and placing the knife and plate in the sink, then tossing the dough. He walked over to the counter, taking an extra thing of dough that he was now glad you bought, and rolling it out. He took it upon himself to slice the bits, telling you to mix the egg and water while he did so.

So, he placed the slices over the pie, and you lightly applied the egg-water mixture, smiling as he crimped the edges. You sprinkled a small amount of sugar over the top, then placed your hands on your hips proudly. Akane shoved the pie in your direction, then motioned to the oven.

“Cook for 15 minutes, then, once that’s over, we’ll lower the heat and cook it a little longer.”

“50? Isn’t that a little long?”

“15? Not really, no, not unless you have a plane to catch.”

You shrugged, placing the pie in the oven, then setting the time for 50 minutes. All that was left to do was wait.

You walked back over to Akane, then took a seat on the floor. He looked down at you, then followed your actions. “You think Ao-chan will like it?” He asked after a moment, causing you to shrug once more.

“I think so. Heartfelt things are supposed to mean more, right? Nothing gets more heartfelt than a homemade pie. Though store bought would have been easier, the trial and error just makes it better. At least, that’s what I hope-”

“That’s true. You’ve got the cut to prove it.”

“Shut it, four-eyes.”

Akane laughed, as the conversation continued lightly. Mainly talking about Aoi, drifting to how you hoped she’d feel better, drifting to how the pie smell was starting to get strong.

“I told you, Akane, I feel like 50 minutes is a little too long.”

“...HOW MUCH-”

“50?? Did you not say 50???”

“50? Five-zero?”

“Yes???”

“I SAID 15- ONE-FIVE, FREAKING-”

You both jumped up, running to the oven. You turned it off, while Akane grabbed the oven mitts, opening the oven and grabbing the pie. The brown, slightly smoking pie. The burn smell filled the room, but… at least it still smelled somewhat like raspberries…?

“(Y/N), we’re friends- but more importantly, you’re one of Ao-chan’s best friends- so I won’t say what I’m thinking. But I do want you to know, I have a few choice words that I’m keeping to myself.”

“Maybe you should enunciate-?! You’re top of the class, and for what???”

“Okay, first of all-”

“(Y/N)? Akane?”

“Ao-chan..” Akane muttered, in sync with your, ”Aoi...”

The purple-haired girl sniffed lightly, before her eyes landed on the pie resting in front of the two of you. Her expression was pure curiosity, practically asking the both of you “what’s going on?”

“Ah… Akane and I were just trying to… make a pie…”

“What for? You guys know I can cook, I would have helped.”

“Well- it was supposed to be for you, Ao-chan. We ran into… some misunderstandings though.”

Aoi’s surprised expression melted into genuine joy, which quickly melted into sweet laughter. You saw Akane’s face flush slightly from the corner of your eyes, and you couldn’t blame him- even platonically, her laugh really was purely… music. She was laughing at the two of you, you both knew that- but, the two of you made her laugh. For the first time that week, she was smiling, laughing. She was happy. You and Akane exchanged victorious glances, fist bumping underneath the counter.

“Ah, it can’t be helped then. (Y/N), Akane, are there extra ingredients?”

You nodded, grabbing the extra things of dough from a grocery bag, then motioning at the already-out ingredients.

“Great! Akane, preheat the oven please? 425 for now.”

Akane nodded, walking over to the oven and preheating it. While he did that, Aoi handed you the dough, and took over the ingredients for the filling. “Roll that out, please, (Y/N). I’ll take the filling- but, Akane, I’ll trust you to roll out the second thing of dough. I can cut it and apply it to the pie,” She ordered, placing the necessary ingredients into the bowl. The way she went about things was neat, showing off her perfectionist tendencies. Compared to the mess you and Akane had created earlier… she really was a diamond in the rough.

---

Time had passed, the pie finished and cooled off, though the sun was nearly gone. Aoi cut the pie, offering the both of you a slice, then taking one for herself. Cheerily, she took a bite, as you and Akane followed suit.

The sweet smell filled the room, so much nicer than the burning smell created earlier. The taste was just as lovely- accompanied with Aoi’s smiles, everything in the world suddenly felt right again.

“Even if it didn’t go as you two planned, I am really grateful for you both. I know the two of you wanted to try and cheer me up… I think this was a really sweet way of going about it. And, to be completely honest, I am feeling better.”

“Ao-chan… I love you so much…!”

“Hmm… 5 points! 3 bonuses for the pie.”

Akane sighed lightheartedly, taking another bite from the pie.

“Aoi, I love you so much,” You spoke, placing a hand on your chest and smiling at the girl. “Platonically, of course-”

“I love you too, (Y/N),” Aoi smiled, closing her eyes cutely.

“(Y/N), those choice words from earlier really are seeming very nice to share with you-”

#anon #request #platonic #platonic x reader #gn!reader #x gn!reader #tbhk #jshk #toilet bound hanako kun #jibaku shounen hanako kun #aoi akane #akane aoi #tbhk x reader #jshk x reader #toilet bound hanako kun x reader #jibaku shounen hanako kun x reader #aoi akane x reader #akane aoi x reader

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kanerallels · 3 years ago

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Heyy, I saw your prompt list— could you maybe do Mackelena (with a side of Philinda and Huntingbird, if possible) and soulmates? Congrats of 111 followers!!

Thank you so much!!! I hope you enjoy this-- it's my first AOS fic so here goes nothing!

Pairing: Alphonso Mackenzie/Elena Rodriguez (minor Philinda and Huntingbird)

Word Count: 3,143

Tags/Warnings: rated G (for giant simp, which Mack is, good talk), character death mentioned, as is divorce

For most of his life, Mack had believed in soulmates. He’d grown up being taught that he’d meet someone, and when they first touched, their respective soulmate marks-- for him, a mark on his right hand, very dark brown streaked through with honey-gold-- would light up, and they would share a Moment. A brief snippet of time from the future that would show them their life together, if they chose to move forward with their relationship.

Some didn’t. Mack knew people who hadn’t stayed with their soulmate. But he’d seen, overwhelmingly, that when a person found their soulmate and stuck with them, they were far happier than if they didn’t.

He’d always thought that the only woman he’d ever be in a serious relationship with would be his soulmate. But then he’d met Nicole. The two of them had fallen hard and fast, and even now, after their divorce, Mack would never say he regretted it. Regretted how it ended, yes. But he had loved Nicole, even if she hadn’t been his soulmate.

Some days, Mack wasn’t sure if he’d ever find his soulmate. But he was fine with that for now, fine working at the mechanic shop that he co-owned. He had friends around him, and he visited his brother whenever he could. So he’d wait, and that was okay for now.

There were days, though, when he wondered. Was there really one woman waiting out there for him somewhere?

The sound of arguing broke Mack out of his musings, and he looked up from the car just as Fitz stalked into the back of the garage, looking irritated. Running a hand through his already messy hair, he said, “I’ve had about enough of this, it’s your turn. Have fun.”

“Have fun with what?” Mack asked, wiping his hands off on the rag he had resting next to his toolbox. “Something wrong, Turbo?”

Clearly trying to calm himself, Fitz took a deep breath and pointed over his shoulder. “There’s an irate customer out there, demanding that we hurry up and fix her car. I tried telling her that we’ve got a queue and we’re going to start on hers soon, but she didn’t exactly give me a chance. She wants to talk to the mechanic who’s working on her car.”

“Which name is that?” Mack asked.

“Rodriguez-- she’s on your list, I think.”

“Great.” Suppressing a grimace, Mack set aside the rag and headed towards the door that separated the garage where they worked and their main office. “I’ll be back in a minute or two.”

“If you’re lucky,” Fitz muttered.

Ignoring that, Mack stepped through the doorway. He spotted the customer almost immediately-- a Latina woman with dark brown hair braided back from her face, dressed in a black leather jacket and jeans. She caught sight of him and stomped up towards him. “Oh, you must be the turtle man who’s working on my car,” she said, her low voice furious.

One of Mack’s eyebrows shot up, despite himself. “Turtle man? We’ve only had the car for a couple weeks.”

“Yes, and I need it fixed,” the woman said emphatically. “Fast, so why don’t you get a move on? If I’d known you were going to take all year--”

Holding up his hands, Mack said, “I understand you’re upset, Ms. Rodriguez. But one of our best workers quit last week, and we’re having a hard time catching up. Obviously we’ll get your car done as soon as possible, but there are a few other cars before it. I should be done with them over the next few days, and I will personally make sure that your car is taken care of. Does that sound fair?”

Ms. Rodriguez eyed him for a moment, looking skeptical, but then let out a sigh. “Okay. I’m-- I’m sorry, I didn’t know you were short-staffed.”

“Nothing we can’t handle, it’s just a little backlog,” Mack assured her. “But I promise you, Ms. Rodriguez, your car will be one of the next ones.”

“Good to know,” she said with a nod. “And you can call me Elena. I mean, it’s the least I can do considering I kind of chewed out your friend back there. And you.”

Releasing a chuckle, Mack said, “Fitz can handle it. You can call me Mack, and we’ll call you as soon as your car is ready.”

Shaking her head, Elena said, “Oh, I don’t think so, Turtleman.”

“Sorry?” Mack asked, caught off guard.

“After how long it’s taken already? I’m coming back here to make sure you don’t start ignoring me again. I’ll be back in two days. See you then.”

With that, Elena breezed out of the office, leaving Mack with his mouth open as he stared after her. Huh, he thought, eventually turning to head back to his work. It looked like he’d be seeing a lot more of this Elena.

Sure enough, Elena was back two days later, just as Mack finished work on the last car and had started an assessment to see what was wrong with Elena’s. The short answer was, he soon learned, everything. This car was not going to be a short project.

When he told Elena that, she just shrugged. “Guess you’ll be seeing me a lot, Turtleman. Get used to it, and get to work.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Mack said, hiding a grin as he headed off to find his toolbox.

~ ~ ~

“Soulmates definitely aren’t real,” Bobbi told him.

Mack raised a skeptical eyebrow at his friend. “What makes you say that?” he asked, taking a sip of his drink. They were at a bar, celebrating the promotion Bobbi had gotten at her job-- although Mack had a feeling there was another reason they were here. He’d known Bobbi long enough that he could figure it out when there was something she wanted to tell him.

“It doesn’t make any sense, scientifically,” Bobbi explained. “And it’s definitely not logical. I mean, touching someone and you see the future? It doesn’t really make any sense, Mack.”

“Maybe not,” Mack admitted, deciding not to expand on his own theories in that area. “But there’s a lot about love that doesn’t make sense, and it’s not like the whole world had one mass hallucination.”

“Maybe not,” Bobbi said, sounding skeptical. “But unless you can provide me with a scientific explanation for it, I’d say it’s a load of bull.”

“Uh-huh,” Mack said. “So the soulmate thing had nothing to do with the fact that you’re back with Hunter again?”

“Of course not--” Bobbi stopped. “Wait. You knew?”

“Didn’t take much to put it back together,” Mack said wryly. “You only take me out for drinks out of the blue like this when you need to tell me something important, and it’s usually about you and him. Also, he changed his Facebook photo to you and him again.”

“Wha-- I told him to be subtle!” Bobbi let out a groan, burying her face in her hands. “He is so typical.”

“So, you are back together,” Mack said, and he saw a small smile start across Bobbi’s face.

“Well… yeah. We are. We’re taking it slow, and he’s at least trying to not make soulmate comments-- but that’ll last.” Giving him a sideways glance, Bobbi asked, “How do you feel about this?”

“What, you and Hunter?” Mack took another drink to avoid answering right away. “I’m happy for you two, obviously. I just don’t want to see either of you hurt again. I’ve had to bail Hunter out of too many drunk tanks for that.”

“I know-- that’s part of why we’re taking it slow this time,” Bobbi said with a laugh. “For your sanity.”

“My sanity appreciates the effort, but I’m not the one in the relationship,” Mack pointed out. “It’s up to you two, not me. But seriously, I am happy for you guys.”

“Thanks, Mack,” Bobbi said. “By the way, I might have asked Hunter if he’d meet us for dinner nearby.”

“I had a feeling there was another part to the plan,” Mack said. “Well, if you two are paying, I’m in.”

They made their way to the restaurant where Hunter was waiting, and had just settled down at the table with him and were starting to flip through the menus to order when Mack’s phone buzzed.

“Ah-- hang on one minute,” he told them, pulling out his phone and checking it. He was pleasantly surprised to see it was a text from Elena, who had gotten his phone number the second time she’d come by the garage, in order to ‘make sure he was keeping on task’ in her words.

The text held an image of a turtle, and the words, at the zoo earlier. I think I found your long lost brother.

Mack found himself grinning as he texted back, For someone who wants their car fixed fast, you’re not very nice to the guy fixing it.

Elena’s response was quick. What, are you gonna not fix it now? I found your long lost brother! Mack chuckled as her next text came a few seconds later. Besides, you’re too much of a softie to refuse to finish the job for me.

Guess you know me too well, Mack responded.

Well enough to know you’re a softie.

Shaking his head, Mack put away his phone and looked up to see Bobbi and Hunter watching him, both wearing sly grins. “Who was that?” Hunter asked, innocence dripping from his tone.

“Just a friend,” Mack said. He knew better than to give Hunter too much information when he was in a mood like this. Grabbing his menu, he flipped it open and started browsing, ignoring the sly looks that Bobbi and Hunter exchanged. He was going to get interrogated about this, he knew already. But there would be nothing for them to find out. Elena was just a friend, after all.

~ ~ ~

“By the way, soulmates are definitely real,” Phil Coulson told him.

Mack gave him a surprised look as he took the paper bag from the older man. He’d stopped at Phil’s coffee shop on the way into work, as he did from time to time, and was picking up coffee and desserts for the shop. “Why do you bring that up?” he asked.

Shrugging, Phil said, “Something Bobbi and Hunter mentioned when they were in here yesterday.”

“Let me guess-- Hunter brought up him and Bobbi being soulmates again?” Mack said, grinning wryly.

“Surprisingly, no,” Phil said as he rang up his bill. “They were discussing you. Hunter is under the impression you’ve met your soulmate for some reason, and Bobbi was telling them that they don’t exist.”

“Huh. Sounds about right,” Mack said, trying to hide his surprise. Although it shouldn’t shock him that Hunter immediately made the leap from “texting someone he likes” to “he has a soulmate and hasn’t told us”. Bobbi would probably handle things a little more cautiously, thankfully. “Looks like I’d better tell him he’s wrong.”

“Really? No one yet?” Phil asked.

Mack shrugged as he handed over cash for the order. “I have no idea who she is or where she is. I have been married before, but I guess that was part of why we didn’t last. Part of it, anyway.”

Nodding, Phil said, “I know the feeling. I was in love quite a few times before May and I finally met.”

“Really?” Mack said in surprise.

“Sure. Just because there’s one specific person out there for you doesn’t mean you won’t be attracted to other people. It’s normal.” Putting the cash in the register, Phil said, “But there’s something different about the woman who’s the one for you. I could tell right away that she was special. Just took a while for us to realize just what was different.”

“What he’s not telling you,” came the voice of Melinda May as she came in through the front door, a duffel bag over her shoulder, “is that it took us two years to finally figure out that we were soulmates, and it was only because he’d just been hit by a car and I had to give him CPR.” She held up one hand, stained a sunny yellow.

“We all find love in different ways,” Phil said, giving May a soft, loving grin. “How was class?”

“We’ve got some new idiots to beat up on,” May replied, moving behind the counter to drop a kiss onto her husband’s cheek. “And Daisy kicked a practice dummy through a wall, so she’s getting even better.”

“My wife and daughter are terrifying,” Phil said, grinning even wider. “Here’s your change, Mack.”

“Oh-- thanks.” Pocketing it, Mack gave May and Phil a nod before heading out the door and down the street.

It only took him a few minutes to walk the short distance back to the garage, and when he got there, he found a familiar, slight figure waiting for him next to her car, with a sly grin on her face.

“Late again, Turtleman,” Elena teased him as Mack set the paper bag down on the nearest clean surface.

“I’m pretty sure you’re always here early, Yo-Yo,” he told her.

“Yo-Yo?” Elena lifted a curious eyebrow at him.

“Yeah, cause you keep coming back here.”

“You’d almost think you minded me showing up,” she teased as Mack pulled open the paper bag and pulled out two disposable cups of coffee.

Handing her one, he said, “I don’t mind.”

The smile Elena shot at him was brighter than the sunshine coming through the window in the corner, and it warmed Mack as he got to work.

~ ~ ~

“Hey, Mack?”

Mack looked up from his work on Elena’s car to where Daisy was sitting in the back of her dad’s 1962 Chevy Corvette, which he affectionately referred to as “Lola.” However, Lola needed a little work done, so Phil had relinquished the car into Daisy’s hands, and she’d brought it to Mack for him to look at.

“What’s up, Tremors?” he asked.

Daisy didn’t respond right away, fiddling with the edge of her jacket as she bit her lip. “Do you believe in soulmates?” she blurted out.

One of Mack’s eyebrows shot up, and he almost asked what prompted the question-- but stopped abruptly as he remembered what day it was. A year to the day since Daisy’s boyfriend, Lincoln, had died when a robber had broken into his house and shot him when he’d tried to protect Daisy. The man had been arrested, but Mack knew that only soothed part of the pain for his friend.

“I do,” he said cautiously-- he’d never learned whether Lincoln was Daisy’s soulmate or not. Regardless, he decided to speak the truth. “I believe in soulmates. But I also believe you can be truly, deeply in love with a person who’s not your soulmate. It doesn’t make them any less important to you and your life.”

Daisy jerked a quick nod, staring determinedly up at the ceiling. “He wasn’t mine,” she said suddenly. “Lincoln. May and Dad already know, but I just…” She trailed off, blinking hard.

Mack nodded slowly. “Maybe he wasn’t. But I knew Lincoln. He was happy with you, and he loved you. In the end, that might matter more than being someone’s soulmate.”

Taking a deep breath, Daisy nodded. “Thanks, Mack.”

“Any time, Tremors.”

They dropped into silence after that, until Mack heard someone knock on the office door. “Hey, Mack!”

Mack felt a smile crossing his face as he moved from behind the car to see Elena strolling towards him, hands in her pockets. “Hey, Yo-Yo,” he said, and Elena returned the smile.

“You know, the nickname is growing on me, Turtleman.” Turning her gaze to the car behind him, she said, “So? Do you have good news for me?”

“I do,” Mack said, patting the side of her car. “After almost a month of work, I finally finished it. Your car is finally fixed.”

A grin flashed across Elena’s face. “About time-- but thank you. I owe you. Literally and figuratively. I probably owe you for all that coffee you bought me.”

Waving a hand, Mack said, “Don’t worry about it. I was happy to do it.” He paused, the reality of it finally hitting him. If his work was finished… he wouldn’t be seeing Elena again.

No sense in moping about it, he told himself sternly. Grabbing the keys from the table next to him, he dropped them in Elena’s outstretched hand. “All yours,” he told her.

Elena nodded, stuffing the keys in her pocket. “Thanks, Mack.” She paused for a second, then extended a hand to shake.

Mack blinked in surprise-- he hadn’t expected such a formal goodbye. But he went to shake her hand, and it was only as his fingers were curling around hers that he noticed the dark blue soulmark on her palm.

A flash of light radiated from their hands, and Mack felt himself transported away from the garage:

He was sitting on the couch in his apartment, leaning back and relaxing. He could hear voices in the kitchen-- a man’s baritone, and Daisy laughing-- and music was emanating from a radio a little ways away.

A soft noise from next to him caught his attention, and he glanced over to see Elena, curled up next to him, her head resting on his chest as she hummed along to the song. Mack wrapped an arm around her and dropped a kiss onto her forehead, and she let out a soft noise. “Te amo,” she whispered, and Mack felt a smile pull at the corner of his mouth.

“Love you back,” he said as a wave of contentment swept over him.

Mack’s eyes snapped open and caught hold of Elena’s. To his shock, a slow smile was spreading across her face. “I knew it,” she said.

“Oh, you knew it?” Mack said, trying to steady his voice. “How exactly did you know it?”

“You’ve got your mark on your hand, too,” she said with a shrug. “Other than that… put it together, Turtleman. I wasn’t just hanging around here waiting for my car. Well, other than the first time.”

Mack felt a smile start to grow on his own face, and then another voice broke through his thoughts.

“Holy. Crap.”

Both of them looked at where Daisy was still lounging in her dad’s car, her eyes wide and a huge grin on her face. “This is awesome,” she said.

Mack exchanged a look with Elena. “I’ll call you?” he offered, and Elena snorted.

“Knowing you? I’ll call you first, Turtleman.” Shooting him a wink, she turned and strolled out of the garage, a spring in her step. For a long minute, Mack watched her, feeling himself grinning like an idiot. Then he turned back to his work, making a mental note to learn Spanish.

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One Of Your Dates

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Nezha

-The realization hit him harder than the Heavenly Tribulation.

-You had only visited the Mountains and Rivers painting like, twice. Both visits were VERY brief though, so you never got a chance to really take it in.

-So he went into big brain mode (for once-)

-You had just finished bathing after a training session with Lady Yin, feeling refreshed and clean. You were prepared to just relax for the next three years if you could.

-You threw yourself onto your bed, curling up to one of the pillows for warmth. It was surprisingly cold in Chengtang Pass, which was unusual around this time of the year.

-Did Ao Bing finally realize it was you who ate his pastry the other day-

-"(Y/N)!" Nezha jumped onto the bed, his large frame squatting before you.

-You groaned tiredly, throwing a pillow at his face.

-"Not now, you wild Inferno. I'm sleepy."

-Sleepy was not in his vocabulary.

-Right when you thought he was gonna get up and leave, you felt a heavy weight knock the air out of your lungs.

-"Gah-! Nezha!" You wheezed as Nezha sat on your stomach like a bored cat.

-He smirked down at you, making himself comfortable.

-After a few seconds of suffocating under his weight, you aggressively slapped his thigh.

-"Fine! Just get off!"

- Before you could even catch your breath, he hopped off the bed, pulling you with him.

- You shrieked with surprise, stumbling after him so that you wouldn't fall on your face.

- "NeZHA I'll KILL YOu IF I FA-"

- "Aw come on, this'll be fun!" He interrupted, reaching out for the painting that was a few feet away from him.

- You were shut up by the familiar feeling of being pulled into the heavenly painting, holding onto Nezha for just a bit of comfort.

- It wasn't exactly the best feeling.

- You landed on your bum in the soft, pillowy grass; you sighed in relief as it softened your fall.

- Nezha, on the other hand, wasn't so lucky and landed head first on a boulder before falling limp with a groan.

- You laughed at him as he rubbed his head in annoyance.

- "Don't laugh at me!"

- "I can already see a lump forming!" You guffawed.

- "And here I was, about to take you on a date in the Mountains and Rivers painting." He sighed as he crossed his arms.

- You paused, "This.... This is a date?" You felt a heat consume your face.

- Nezha realized what he had said, but his embarrassment only showed as a tiny blush on his face.

- "Yeah, cuz that's what boyfriends do. Are we gonna look around or sit in the wet grass?" He gestured to the grass you were sitting on.

- You quickly got up, letting out a small groan when you felt moisture on the back of your outfit as you jogged over to Nezha.

- He held out his hand in a dramatic motion, receiving an equally exaggerated motion from you as you accepted his hand.

- You two couldn't help but snicker at that.

- Your smile was wiped off of your face when Nezha held you bridal style in a split second, nearly giving you a heart attack.

- "Nezha...." You said his name warily.

- "Yeeeeeesss?" He fluttered his eyelashes in an innocent manner, but his grin said otherwise.

- "What are yoU DOIIIIIINNNG?!" You interrupted yourself with a shriek as he flew high into the air at a ridiculously high speed.

- You threw your arms around his shoulders, holding onto his shoulders with a death grip as you hid your face in the crook of his neck.

- Sure you were terrified, but the wind slapping your face was more irritating than the thought of dying because of your reckless boyfriend.

- In a matter of seconds, the harsh winds become mere breezes, and a chill crawled up your spine.

- "(Y/n), look!"

- You moved your head away from his neck, your breath caught in your throat as you processed what was before you.

- From this high in the air, the land was a hundred colorful islands, waterfalls flowing from each one. The vibrant green and oranges clashing with the calming blues and purples brought an immeasurable amount of joy to your chest.

- "Nezha... It's gorgeous!" You gasped breathlessly.

- "You're welcome." He gave a smug grin, killing the mood.

- You rolled your eyes, flicking his forehead in annoyance.

- "Thanks, you big flame head."

Ao Bing

- You've explored every square inch of Chengtang Pass, he made sure of that.

- But what about the oceans?

- He felt silly for not considering that first.

- I mean, you have to go through the ocean in order to get to land.

- How did he not notice?

- Guess you had the same thought, because you went up to him asking about the ocean.

- "I wanna look around." You simply admitted as you tried to hide the embarrassment on your cheeks.

- Ao Bing tried so hard not to just squeeze you with all the love and adoration he held for you. He tried so hard.

- Training got nothing on this kind of restraint.

- He simply smiled to you as he held you hand in his, "Let's go now, then."

- God, his smile. Was he always this precious? You are engaged to a literal ball of heavenly sunshine, oH MY GO-

- "Y...Yeah!" You nodded vigorously in the midst of flying to the exit of the Dragon Palace.

- As the water ceiling appeared to get closer, you (for some reason) inaudibly held your breath, not remembering that you could breathe underwater.

- It's just instinct when you used to keep seeing Shen Gongbao do it whenever he left.

- Once in the water, Ao Bing looked over to you, instant worry flooding his systems when he saw your puffed out cheeks.

- "(Y/n), what's made you upset?" You raised a brow at his question and looked ovef to see his face torn with concern. "Are my palms sweaty?" He anxiously inspecting his hand, which spooked off some nearby fish.

- The realization hit you, "O-Oh, no nothing's wrong!" You held his hand, bringing his pouting lips to face you.

- "I was just holding my breath..." You trailed off in a bashful manner as you looked to the side, spotting colorful coral.

- Ao Bing thought over what you had just told him, before he tried to hold in his laugh.

- "My Dear, you know we can-"

- "I KNOW!" You frowned with a heavy heat on your face as Ao Bing failed to hold in his giggles.

- "I'm sorry, My Dear. It's just so cute." He admitted, pulling you into a hug with a smile on his face.

- For a moment, you didn't hug him back.

- Aw, who were you kidding? You couldn't stay mad at this cinnamon roll forever!

- With a loud sigh, you threw your arms around him, frowning into his clothed chest.

- "I love you, (Y/n). You know that, right?" He pulled away from the hug, looking you in the eyes with a distressed gaze.

- You rolled your eyes, "Of course I know that, Silly!" You tackled him back into a hug, causing him to lose balance.

- Only to remember that you two were underwater, and that gravity wasn't as intense as it is on land.

- He shivered at your evil grin after seeing the relief on his face when he realized that he wouldn't fall.

- "Oh? What's this?"

- "Erm, oh look! Is that a feathered starfish?" Ao Bing looked off to the side.

- Your eyes brightened as you looked to where he was pointing, "Where?!"

- He grabbed your hand, "Come on, let's go find it! I know it's around here somewhere!" Ao Bing breathed an inaudible sigh of relief that he managed to distract you.

- Now where was that feathered starfish?

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I am very sorry for not updating in a while. I have some personal issues at the moment that take away my time on these scenarios.

I hope you guys enjoyed this one!

Love youuuu!

#ne zha #ne zha 2019 #ao bing x reader #ao bing #fanfiction #romance #fluff #x reader #nezha x reader

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