#I have some angsty ideas too but for now we’ll leave it here

[peachesofteal]

Speaking about Ghost/Soap/Darling omegaverse... May I bring the idea of Soap and Ghost being alpha and Darling an omega? But wait, let me sprinkle a little of angsty thoughts about it:

Johnny and Simon get to spend their ruts together. Hell, they share a room, and even on base they get to have privacy and go through them with the help of each other, not only fulfilling their physical needs, which are sated of course, but also emotional. Yeah sure, heats are emotional but ruts are too, and they spend so much time together that almost, if not all of their ruts together have been spent in the company of each other.

But Darling? Imagine Darling having a heat every time she's alone. Simon and Johnny gone on some mission, gone for weeks and sometimes even months. Trying to satisfy herself with whatever smell is left on Simon's hoodie or Johnny's shirt. She tries to brush away the thoughts of loneliness and being left out that arise every time she rests in her nest, every time she has to painfully get through her heats without her mates' company.

Hell, she tries to hide everything every time Johnny and Simon come home, smelling like each other and fresh bite marks on their necks. She really, really tries. But nothing escapes those two, no. They can smell that little, slightly rotten smell on Darling, sensing her discomfort and those bouts of anger flaring up, those hints of desperation hiding in a slightly-rotten fruit smell. It becomes stronger and stronger each time she sees how close they are after they tell her that another rut came while they were on base, and her? At this point she might lie and say she's on suppressants. Again, they at least suspect about it.

But hell, the fact that there are always fresh bite marks on them every time they come home, while hers is is non-existent (Johnny and Simon foolishly believe she doesn't wish to be bitten), is NOT helping at all.

And they realize how drastic, how deep the problem is once their leave coincides with Darling's heat.

Except she hides. She doesn't let them in, because they maybe have never seen her on her heats.

She doesn't trust them to know how to deal with it, how to deal with an omegas' most vulnerable moment when all they've known is how alphas deal with their ruts.

Darling doesn't trust them, not fully, at least.

Djsjjd jfc when you said omegaverse I was 👁️👁️. Peach I hope you're having such a good day and I must thank you once more for giving us such beautiful stories, I hope nothing but good things happen to you from now on:)

— 🫔 Anon

Oh… okay, I see you. This is so good! There’s so much to explore here… 🩵

18+ / dead disco omegaverse au (it needs a name but we’ll get there?) / mature themes

The door swings wide, and Johnny is nearly bowled over by the scent. It’s everywhere in the flat, wafting down the hall to where they both stand at the threshold, overcome with the smell of overripe fruit, something sour and tart hovering at the precipice.

It’s the smell of their omega in distress.

But what surprises them both, is along with the burnt tannins of distress, is another smell. A ripe smell, a bruised stone fruit smell.

The smell of an omega in heat.

But their omega doesn’t have heats. You’re on suppressants.

Still, it’s definitely your scent. There’s no mistaking it.

Simon tenses, hackles rising with a growl. Johnny’s hand finds his chest, placing his palm over the older, bigger alpha’s heart soothingly. They’ve just both come off a rut, poor timing all things considered. Both exhausted, they were looking forward to getting home and falling into bed with you, cuddling you close while they both slept off the stress from the op and the remaining… sensitivities.

“Darling?” Simon calls, keeping his voice soft and easy.

There’s no answer. The flat is silent.

“Love? Are you here?” Johnny tries, pushing through to the bedroom, where he’s half expecting to see you curled up in the bed.

Except, you’re not.

It looks like you may have been, at one point. It’s a pile of blankets and pillows, haphazardly arranged with various shirts and other soft things.

Johnny chokes on a breath. The scent is much, much stronger in here, and Simon’s eyes slide closed as he draws a deep inhale.

“Omega?” He murmurs, and to their relief, there’s a small whimper from the closet.

When he gets the door open, his heart breaks. Simon’s body goes preternaturally still, and they both stare down at you.

You’re drenched in sweat, burrowed in a pile of clothes, eyes wide. You reek, panic and fear, distress and pain burning in their nostrils, along with the overripe scent, the telltale smell of a heat. Worse, when you look up at them, there’s no recognition there. Nothing to show that you know who they are to you, or even where you are. Johnny shoves away his panic over your confusion, this state, to try to coax you forward into his arms.

“Hey, there ye are.” He reaches for you, slowly, and your body presses against the corner, head shaking back and forth. Johnny frowns. “Darling, it’s okay. It’s us, you’re alright.” His hand gets closer, nearly brushing you knee, and then to their absolute shock, you snarl.

Simon is conflicted. He’s confused.

Why did you tell them you’re on suppressants?

They would have done things a lot differently, if that wasn’t the case. They wouldn’t have left you alone, if they had known. His stomach clenches when he thinks about the possibility that this isn’t the first time you’ve been on your own during a heat.

“Darling.” Simon coos. He doesn’t want to reach for you. He doesn’t want to pull you from the closet, this safe spot you’ve built, your nest. He doesn’t want to force you out, like his father would have. Like he always did to his mother. His father would have gripped you so hard it would have hurt you, left bruises on you. He would have terrified you, taken joy from it. “Omegas are weak.” Simon was raised to believe. “The lesser. It’s our job to teach ‘em.”

You snort out a trembling breath from your nose, little groan slipping from your lips and you rub your wrist on your gland. Johnny makes a strangled sound in his throat as it happens, and Simon doesn’t need to ask to know what he’s thinking.

Only omegas who have been abandoned or lost their mates try to self soothe like that, scent themselves like that. It’s an instinct, something that happens to try to prevent them from becoming overheated or harmed by a heat unmanaged.

“No, no no. It’s alright, love, we’re here.” Johnny pleads, hand still tentatively outstretched while you stare at his fingers. Every time your wrist rubs over your gland, they both cringe, and Johnny’s body goes rigid.

“I- don’t-” You stutter. You blink at them slowly, and he can see it all on your face, plain as day. The pain. The confusion. The distress.

Simon crouches, just outside the closet. He starts up a soothing rumble, trying to lure you towards him. You lift your head slowly when you hear it, when you feel the subharmonics, the song that sings to you.

“Come here, baby.” Your brow creases, and you rub your face. You look exhausted, like you haven’t slept in days and he wonders how long you’ve been you like this, how long you’ve been suffering. You don’t smell like pre heat, so you must be on the curve upwards. Guilt burns in his stomach. “It’s alright now.” Johnny moves next to him, shifting into a kneel very slowly while you watch him, hazy gaze fixed on the bite marks on his neck, over his gland.

“You’re safe.” Johnny coaxes, and he keeps his hand towards you, but unmoving, trying to show you that neither of them are a threat.

They both work to emit soothing scents, trying to lull you into their arms. You watch them warily, curiously, eyes opening and closing in slow motion as your instincts battle whatever confusion is happening beneath the surface.

It works. You crawl slowly out from the corner, t shirt sticking to your skin, your arms trembling under your weight.

“Good girl.” Simon murmurs. Neither of them move, afraid to spook you, and then you’re curling up between their bodies, rubbing your wrist against your gland over and over.

You tuck yourself into them, head laying on Simon’s chest and his hand comes slowly to rub your back, getting you used to his touch, easing you into a more relaxed state while Johnny smooths a hand over your shoulder, coasting his wrist closer and closer to your gland, trying to scent you subtly and soothe you, gentle you. You whimper when he makes contact, and they both press a little closer.

“Shhh. You’re okay, darling. We’re here.” Simon bows his head, skimming his nose overtop your scalp, and you shift, hands grabbing for Johnny, trying to pull his body overtop yours, effectively sandwiching yourself as tight as you can between their mass. You whine, and Johnny hums in your ear, soothing you by scenting until you’re letting out little rumbles of your own, soft purrs puffing against Simon’s chest, Johnny’s lips ghosting across your sweat dotted forehead.

[bubbles-for-all-of-us]

Heyyy if you still take requests:

I would like to request a Brennan Sorrengail x reader reunion where she finds out that he‘s still alive and it‘s all angsty.

It’s sad…

How to bring you back?

Nothing can prepare you for losing the people you love. Even if you repeatedly tell yourself that it will come. Even if there are signs. An early warning of the doomsday coming. When it does hit, it feels equally as earth-shattering. But then some people have no right stepping over to the other side. No right to exhale the last breath. Too soon. Too fast. Too late. They go, ripping your heart out of your chest. Pulling it with them down into the grave. While you’re forced to move on. Go day by day. Feeling your heart rot six feet under with no hope of ever getting it back. Of feeling whole again.

“Here you are”, a voice snapped you out of your thoughts. “Been looking all over for you”, Bodhi’s bright eyes met yours as he and Imogen climbed up the hill, joining you in the green field. “Xaden said that you just left”, Imogen pressed her hand onto your shoulder, a silent question in her eyes. One that you knew there was no way of denying. “It’s his birthday… tomorrow”, the lump dubbed in size making it hard to breathe for a moment. “Here”, Bodhi shoved a paper-wrapped bottle into your hands. You frowned at him slightly so he quickly added, “I stole a bottle and before you say anything i don’t regret it”. You shook your head, this kid was reckless, to say the least. “As a wing leader i do not approve”, you pointed a warning finger but still unscrewed the cap.

“Good thing we are family then”, he winked at you before plopping down by your side and while the field soothed you before now with your friend next to you a pain-laced memory slipped past your walls.

“Why are you looking at me like that”, you shoved at Brennan's shoulder. The evening was warm the fields in full bloom. “Like what”, he smirked, eyes never leaving you. “Just like that”, you waved your hand in front of him, “your eyes are sparkling like crazy”. He let out a low chuckle, hands reaching out to pull you even closer to him. “It’s cause I'm looking at the most beautiful girl on earth”, he mused and you instantly rolled your eyes, “You’re a shameless flirt”. Yet your fingers moved to twist his curls over your finger. Watching the mess of them on top of his hair. Thar careless side of him. That untamed side. He turned his head slightly, “You’re the best thing that ever happened to me”, he muttered, reaching out to cup your cheek. “Careful or I will start assuming that we’re the endgame”, you pointed out but Brennan simply tacked you to the ground, eager kisses finding you in the sea of affection as he muttered “mine”, over and over again.

“Can you leave your second in charge tonight?”, you blinked, slightly taken back, only to see Xaden standing in front of you. “Why?”, there was no need for that usual unless something really serious was happening. “Do you trust me?”, he threw that question so casually making you shake your head, “No, not when you go all mysterious shadow hunter on me”. The male rolled his eyes before shooting you another serious glance, “I want to… Need to take you somewhere”, he stated. “Xaden”, you hissed, not at all loving this mysterious side of him. “Trust me on this one”, he clapped your shoulder, “I’ll explain once we’ll get there”. And even with your gut telling you this was a bad idea, you still nodded your head.

“What is this place?”, the dark corridors you walked through were unfamiliar. You two had left your dragons in the field by the big slightly abandoned-looking building. “My home”, Xaden stated, leaning against a wooden fence. You turned at him, gaping, “Riorson house? Xaden…” This place was supposed to have been run over. Burnt at best. That was what everyone believed in.

“Now it’s turning into something so much bigger. The rebellion is forming within these walls” as if reading your thoughts Xaden added. “What…”, you ran a frustrated hand through your hair. First, a building that was not supposed to be here? Now a rebellion? “You’ll understand soon”, Xaden muttered. “You can get fucking killed are you insane”, you hissed at him, fully turning to face him, “You’re leading a rebellion?”, and you prayed and hoped the answer to that would be a no. But he didn’t get to open his mouth before another voice sounded.

“He’s not but I am”, your body froze. Eyes burning into Xaden who now had a sympathetic look on his face. “No”, you breathed, because there was no way. You were imagining it. Yes. That’s what it was. “Y/n”, the sound of your name nearly made you topple over. Because no one ever made it sound so beautiful like… “No, no”, you pressed your hands to your ears. “My love”, and it’s barely a mumble but his amber curls are right in front of you and it’s as if your whole world is tilting. Shifting. Changing.

“No no no”, you repeat over and over, backing up till you hit something solid. “Easy”, Xaden mutters, hands coming to support you by your elbows. “Take me back, get me out of here Xaden”, you don’t even recognize your voice anymore. You don’t recognize anything. It all seems to blur.

“Y/n”, warm and familiar fingers wrap around your hand and you screech, pulling back. “Yn i can explain it all”, Brennan mutters, eyes glassed over with tears. “Brennan, I think this is not a good idea…”, Xaden shakes his head. “Don’t call him that that’s not him. Not…”, you cry out, hands coming up to hold your head. “It is me dammit”, Brennan grunts in frustration, “look at me turn to me and take…”, he pleads. And it’s as if his words break something with you as you turn to him in frustration.

“I buried you, I watched you burn”, you hiss, showing him backward. “They took everything that belonged to you”, you sobbed, fist hitting his chest over and over again. “I’m so sorry, my love”, Brennan whispers, carefully reaching for you once again. “I grieved you, I….”, you hiccup, the pain so deep it feels as if someone was burning you from within too.

“Y/n…”, he pleas, running his fingers up and down your arms. “All this time”, you grunt, showing his hands away. “It wasn’t safe for anyone to know, I only told Xaden a couple of months ago”, Brennan stares, clearly getting fed up slightly. “Months?”, you chuckle bitterly, “Months! Why didn’t you tell me first?”, you demand, stepping forward once again. “Y/n”, Brennan shakes his head.

“I was a second thought”, your voice is barely a whisper. “You were never my second thought. You were the only thought. One I went to bed and woke to”, he leans it, fingers twirling between the ends of your hair. You shook your head, “And yet you let me die inside all this time. To starve. To wish it would have been me”, you say through gritted teeth.

Brennan opens his mouth but you lift your hand silencing him but he doesn’t seem to understand the power of distraction with you. “Baby”, he muses. “Fuck you”, you lash forward, “I hate you, i hate you”, you scream over and over again. “You asshole”, grunting your palm comes in contact with his cheek, “you killed me, I died on that field with you”. He doesn’t even move from your hits. Standing there like a statue. Silent tears rolled down his cheeks. “I’m so sorry, please forgive me”, he practically begs. “Brennan, maybe you should step aside”, and it’s Xaden’s voice that wraps almost a blanket of comfort around you. “Xaden, I can’t”, you whimper, sinking to your knees. And while Brennan moves to get to you, Xaden gets there first. “It’s okay, we will go back. We will talk when everything settles, yeah?”, he gently brushes away the hair from your face. “He’s not here is he?”, you look up at him with almost hope. “He is. And I'm sorry that I kept it away from you”, genuine regret flashing in his eyes. “Y/n”, Brennan’s broken cry falls over you. “You’re dead to me…”, you cry, looking back at the person that shouldn’t be here, “I don’t know how to bring you back…”, your voice breaks. Sob slipped past his lips then. Right as Xaden lifted you carrying you out into the open field. Two souls crying into the depths of night.

[halfmylife]

Lead the Way

Pairing Finan x reader

Warnings none

Summary You and Finan have been sent to hunt for food but Finan is proving to be an interesting companion to say the least.

A/N This is less fluffy or angsty as my usual stuff but I had this fun idea a little while back so I just had to write it for our best Irishman

The task of finding food for the evening had been placed upon you with little thought. It wasn’t exactly uncommon, you had always preferred a bow over a sword, at least that way you could keep your distance from the enemy.

The hunting however was proving far more difficult than usual. You never normally thought much on being left to your own devices, creeping through the woods to find your next meal but Finan had insisted that it was far too dangerous to go out alone.

Perhaps he had been right. The last few nights had proven to be unlike what you had anticipated. Uhtred had insisted that there would be nothing to worry about but that had not been the case.

Now you were here, hunting whilst Finan followed behind. He had not been as light footed as you had hoped and even after a few corrections on his footing he still wasn’t quite getting it.

“How do you manage to make so much noise?” You spun back to look at him. Finan was quite literally stepping everywhere that you had, trying to be especially careful with little success.

“I’ve followed each of your steps.” He argued not bothering to keep his voice down. The Irishman seemingly could not see what he was doing wrong and was adamant on sticking with you. Somehow you thought it worse than being on your own, together you’d attract trouble at this rate.

“And somehow you managed to find every branch to step on.” Still you continued on, your eyes peeled and constantly searching for any sign of food. That’s when you heard leaves crunching underfoot. “We’ll have no chance of finding any food with that noise.”

“Well I’ll try harder.” He muttered and you were sure he said something else but chose to ignore it as you continued on, deeper into the woods.

Something flashed before your eyes in the distance. A pale brown in a sea of green. You turned to hush Finan as you crept off, moving quickly and silently towards it. As you inched closer you could finally see it. A small deer, drinking from a small stream. It seemed almost peaceful.

Taking a deep breath, you readied yourself, pulling your bow string back. There was a small chance to hit it, knowing it would likely flee or move on so you had to make it count.

A twig snapped behind you.

The deer heard it before anything could be done, but still you released the arrow, missing it by a long shot. You show up, turning to see Finan, red faded and wide eyed.

“I’ll admit that was my fault.” Well there was something new. You practically seethed. It would be a feat to catch anything at this moment yet the deer was practically lying at your feet and still it got away.

“You think so?” You sighed, still fuming. Ignoring, Finan, you looked around, trying to see where the deer might’ve gone or if there were any ideal areas to hunt. You would not give up so easily. “Stay here.”

“Where exactly do you think you’re going?” Finan called after you, following behind as you started to march off.

“To get us some food so we don’t starve.” You snapped, not even daring to look back at him still trudging towards the stream the deer had been stood by.

“You shouldn’t wander off on your own.” The footsteps continued behind you and you finally stopped to face him.

“You will scare off anything that even comes close to us.” You grew more frustrated with each second, desperate for a good meal. Hunger was clearly clouding your judgement to stay calm. “If you don’t trust me just say, but for now, I’m going in that direction to find us food and I will be back shortly.” You pointed to the direction you’d watched the deer run off in, having hope it might not have gotten far. No response came as you marched off, at least until you were a few feet away and he shouted after you.

“If you’re not back here soon, I’m coming after you and I don’t care how much noise I make.” Finan made himself comfortable, positioning him against a tree with a good vantage point. He didn’t like seeing you wander off on your own, it didn’t matter how much experience you had or how comfortable you were with your own company. There was nothing more concerning to him than you being alone without his help.

Still, he was patient and he waited. The day he went against your clear instructions would be the day he’d face your wrath and he didn’t much fancy that when he was so hungry. He knew you would be too.

But you were gone too long. His eyes had been trained on the horizon where you had darted off and there had been no sign of your return. The sky was growing darker with each moment that you were away and Finan could not contain it within himself to remain idle for any longer.

Cursing to himself, he pushed off from the tree and made his way, following your tracks to the best of his ability. He longer cared for the sounds he made, the crunching of leaves underfoot, the snapping of twigs.

Finan had marched up a hill, using the last of his energy to push himself up. As he reached the peaked, he used a tree to pull himself the last of the way before setting his eyes on you.

You were stood rather proudly with the deer over your shoulders, an arrow still lodged in its eye. Nothing could stop the grin that spread across your face as you watched his expression drop.

“You think this is funny?.” You couldn’t stop the laugh that escaped your lips. “Do you know how long I’ve been sat there worrying about you?”

“Oh I’m sure you’re quite alright.” You clapped his shoulder, a grin still stretched across your face. Though you hadn’t walked far, the deer was already proving to be much heavier than you anticipated. At least now, Finan could be of some use. “Help us out, will you?”

“Nice to see you managed to catch something.” He shrugged it over his shoulders with much more ease than you had, it looked as though he’d just thrown a cloak over his back instead of the game you’d just killed.

“No thanks to you.” You rolled your eyes. Now content with your hunt, the two of you walked side by side back the way you had come. It no longer mattered how much noise you made, so long as Danes didn’t hear you.

“My company was what kept you going.” You scoffed loudly at his words. There had been little change to the noise of his footsteps from when you were hunting but at least now he was moving at a fair pace.

“Your company leaves much to be desired.” You joked. His company was at times a little overwhelming but it was not the worst. In fact, when you were alone, you quite enjoyed it. “You should learn to be quiet.”

“I doubt I’ll be doing that anytime soon.” As much as you hated to admit it, you knew that was true but perhaps hunting with Finan was not as bad as you had previously thought.

[ladylooch]

After That Night in Ibiza with Timo Meier

A/N: So I was told, lovingly, that I ruined the angst salad from That Night in Ibiza 🤣. So a follower and I wrote this out in my DMs. Ultimately, I felt like it was too good not to share. So here is more angsty, smutty, yearning T and Em, from the summer of 2022.

Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: SMUT 18+ Content, ANGSTYYYYYYYY, Swearing, you'll wanna bang their heads together.

(Timo)

I know she is gone before my eyes even open, but I still let myself pretend.

I pretend I’ll roll over and kiss her face until her eyes squeeze tight, then pop open to look at me with simmering pools of chocolate.

We’ll start with light kisses, ignoring our morning breath, and working our way up to soft laps of our tongues.

Then I’ll disappear under the blankets, kissing along her thighs until they open for me. I’ll feast on my first meal of the day. I’ll savor every moan inducing lick, denying myself her wet heat until she comes pulsing against my lips. 

I’ll kiss back up her body, sliding in to the hilt again and again and again, soft and sweet just how I know she likes it in the morning. 

We’ll order the whole room service menu, pretend we don’t have other people to get back to in different rooms. She’ll trace different shapes or words along my back, trying to get me to guess until I get frustrated and flip her over, taking her for myself again before our breakfast arrives.

I’ll convince her to stay. She’ll nod, not able to say out loud how much she’s been missing me since June. And we’ll end the night wrapped together, brain storming out loud how to get away with leaving behind the two people we came here with.

None of these things happen though.

Because Emma is already gone.

_ _ _

 (Emma)

I cannot even express how much I do not want to go to this client meeting. Not just because it’s for a client of Julien’s, but also because he just texted me that he isn’t going to make the meeting. I drove across town, in evening traffic, to get to this stupid dinner and he doesn’t even have the decency to show up? He’s such chicken shit. Obviously, he can’t get over the fact that I broke things off with him. 

But business has been slow and I could use the event revenue from this proposed, pop up for a luxury watch brand. Supposedly, the person I am meeting is famous enough to get some high-profile attendees. It could help drum up more business and I need to take what I can get right now. 

I walk in, saying my name to the host. He gestures for me to follow behind him. And then there he is: Timo Meier in his unbothered, easy stature, watching my approach.

“Absolutely not.” I scoff, crossing my arms over my chest. “You’re Julian’s client?”

“Yes. And you owe me for leaving me in Ibiza.” Timo says nonchalantly, gesturing for me to sit in the chair across for him. If he’s angry about the empty bed he woke up in, he doesn’t let on. I straighten, then harshly pull the chair out, plopping down. “Heard you and Julian are done.”

“Can we please keep this professional?” I ask as I pull the folder out with my proposal.

“Em, it’s not like you need to pitch anything to me. I’m going to hire you.” 

“Well, I’d prefer to pitch. This is a luxury brand event and you shouldn’t pick just anyone.”

“I’m not picking anyone. I’m picking you. And you’re the best.” He shrugs, sitting up as the waitress comes to gather our drink order. Timo orders my favorite bottle of wine, unable to withhold a wink at me when he says the name. I stare blankly back at him. “Okay, pitch away.”

It takes twenty minutes for me to go through everything with him. By the end, he is adding in creative ideas for showcasing the watches and tailoring speciality drinks to the names of the styles. I’m scribbling, adding my own notes in the columns too. I look down at the book when I am finished, then grin excitedly at him.

“This is going to be really fun.” I say after a sip of my wine. “You should do more of this.”

“Maybe I will.” He muses. His fingers find mine. I drop the pen to lace them together. “Dessert at your place?”

I know I should say no. But I can’t. 

So, it’s me who wakes up alone the next morning instead.

- - -

The day of the event is hectic, but it doesn’t stop me from glancing at my phone to see if I’ve heard from Timo. It’s been three weeks since we were tangled up together. We’ve had a few calls about the event, but it’s been short and to the point. I’ve been executing the plan, only needing a few minutes here or there to clarify minor decisions with him. This morning, I texted him a final reminder of the timeline. All I received in response was a thumbs up. 

For some reason, it irked me. His avoidance, or ignorance, of me. I know this is how we do things, but I hate when he flips the table on me. Eventually, the ache in my heart will be eased by my friends or food or working out or a new man. The latter sounds more exhausting than anything else. I hate dating.

Rhea and I are setting out the name tags on the check-in table, making sure each one is visible and easily grabbed for the attendees. The wait staff bustles around, filling the tables with carafes of water and coffee. Bartenders clean the liquor bottles and pour more ice over the already chilled beer. I love this moment before the event. The last minute scramble for all the perfect details to collide into a magical night. 

“Isn’t that Alma Sturm?” Rhea whispers to me. I glance over my shoulder, excited to get a peek of the Olympic, Swiss gymnast. But then she’s on Timo’s arm and I wish I didn’t see. Surprise raises my eyebrows. Guess Irina is out of the picture.

“Ah.. looks like it.” I respond. Rhea, who knows about Timo and I, glances with concern at me.

“This okay?”

“Sure. We aren’t exclusive. He can do whatever he wants.” 

“Yeah.. but in front of you?” Her tone is appalled and I’m not sure if it has the right to be or not.

“I guess so.” I say, snapping my notebook shut. “He knew I was going to be here and he brought her.” I shrug. “Let’s go greet our client.” 

My heels are piercing against the wood floor as we head towards them. Timo looks around, obviously impressed with the space. I brought his vision perfectly to life. 

“Wow, Emma, this is amazing.” Timo says as he greets me. I grip his forearm, kissing the air next to his cheek in greeting. His praise warms my cheeks.

“It’s your vision.” I compliment him in return. 

“Amazing.” Alma murmurs. “I love that.” She points to a stand filled with glass shelves and intricate lighting showcasing the designer watches. Timo nods in agreement as Alma threads her arm through his again. My eyes focus on it; Timo catches me. 

“You should walk around. Make sure everything is in order before people start arriving.” I encourage them, slapping a smile on my lips.

“Will do. Thank you.” Timo walks by me, not offering another look as I breathe out a heavy sigh.

I can do this… I think I can do this. 

Two hours later, I know for sure I cannot do this.

I can’t stay in this room for any longer than I already have. Not when Timo and Alma walk around like the picturesque, host couple. Not with how she points out every detail of the event like she birthed it. Or how she tosses her hair back and tells people about how excited she is to move to California, closer to Timo. Who does she think she is? His girlfriend? And the biggest question of all, why do I care? Timo and I hook up. Fine. I don’t hold a claim over him, but does he have to parade her around in front of me like Ms. Universe? I didn’t do that with Julian. In fact, I dumped him after sleeping with Timo in Ibiza because I was bored of him.

Timo could at least have the decency to not be so damn smug about it.

What makes it worse is how he is treating me. Everything is polite. Professional. Above board. I’ve checked in with him several times tonight and he isn’t acting like himself. His eyes drift away when he’s speaking to me. His hands stay tightly clutching his glass or in his pocket. His smile is quaint, not quite reaching his blue eyes. 

But with Alma, he’s nothing like that. Eyes and hands drift over her body. Smiles are large. Laughs are electric. The knot in my stomach slides tighter with each affectionate motion towards her. Panic begins to engulf my skin. I have to get out of here. It’s so unprofessional to leave, but I’m afraid it will be worse if I stay.

“Rhea.” I say as I approach her. I must look as wild as I feel.

“What’s wrong?”

“I have to… go.” I expect her to want an explanation but she nods.

“I’ll take over.”

“We should go tell Timo.” Rhea agrees, following behind me as we weave through the guests. Timo’s hand is resting on Alma’s back, finger tips dipping to more inappropriate places. I mash my teeth harder together.

“Timo?” I say tightly, touching his arm with a poke.

“Hi?” He smiles turning towards me and Rhea.

“Hi, I am so sorry, but I am not feeling well.” Timo’s smile slides off his face. On instinct, he reaches for me, then drops his hand to his side. “And I am going to leave for the night.”

“No, Em.”

“No, it’s okay.” I hold my hands up at him, putting an easy smile on my face. “You are in great hands with Rhea. She is aware of everything for the night. It will be a smooth transition. You won’t even notice I’m gone.” His eyebrows scrunch together.

“Feel better, Emma.” Larissa murmurs, waving goodbye around her brother and his date. We had caught each other briefly by the front door before I had to check on the additional chairs I requested from the venue.

“Thank you, It was so great seeing you.” I don’t bother acknowledging Alma’s presence.

“Do you need a ride?” Nico wonders, concern tightening his lips. 

“No, I’m okay.” I insist. “Thank you for this opportunity, Timo.” I give his arm a squeeze, then turn, letting Rhea step into my place.

The quiet of my apartment is obnoxious. My heels practically shatter against the hard wood as I take them off. Soon, I will be moving out of here and into Nico’s new house. He wants someone there when he is in New Jersey and I offered to move in. It’s a nice arrangement. A house mostly to myself and Nico gets peace of mind that his dream home is taken care of.

I go to my room, scrubbing off my event make up and putting on leggings and a baggy t-shirt. I do my post-event routine of making popcorn on the stovetop and pouring a glass of red wine. I’m sitting down on the couch eating my first few kernels when I hear a knock at the door.

I know who it is. The whole building probably knows who it is with his aggressive stomping down the hall.

“Emma.” My name comes through the door in that tone.

“What?” I ask, flinging my door open. He looks at me, eyes searching my face as he urgently crowds my space to cup my cheeks.

“Are you okay?” His softness is a complete 180 from everything I experienced tonight. I find myself tearing up, overwhelmed by the emotions of what’s happened between us in the last few weeks. “Em.” He murmurs, stroking my cheeks. He thinks my tears are related to not feeling well. “Come here.” He walks in, shutting the door behind us and walking me to the couch. He takes in the wine and popcorn. “You need to eat something besides this. I didn’t see you eat at the event.” 

“I didn’t.”

“Is it your stomach?

“No.”

“Then what is it?”

“I… don’t know.” He frowns deeper, grabbing at my head to pull me close. I expect him to say something else, but he doesn’t. Instead, he puts his forehead on mine, closing his eyes. My eyes trace the long lashes feathering together as tears sting my nostrils. I don’t know why, but I start to cry. 

But I do know. And so does he. It’s because I’m hurt. He was hurt too in Ibiza, but now we are here in each other’s arms where that used to fix everything, and it isn’t quite melding it all back together like before. Because tonight, he was with someone else. A true option and I was the help.

“For tonight…” Timo begins. “Maybe you could stop running? And I’ll take care of you the way you deserve.” I nod and his hands rush down my body, pulling me by the backs of my thighs into his arms. He carries me to my bedroom as I bury my face into his neck. My wet tears coat his skin. He is gentle when he lays me down. He presses feathery kisses along my cheeks, collecting my tears on his lips. I should be embarrassed. Instead, I feel comfort from his sweet smooches. Each press soothes the ache inside of my chest from tonight.

We work on each other’s clothes. Not speaking, just feeling, until we are both naked. Timo reaches for my comforter, pulling it back for me to get under, then he joins me on the bed. I lay on my side, reaching for him. He sighs heavily as he engulfs me into his heat. His lips trail along my neck, sucking my collar bone as I wrap my legs around his hips. 

Our lips cling to each other. The heat from the blankets wraps us in a protective warmth. Our tongues collide in wet greed as our fingers dash into each other’s hair. Timo pulls one hand off of me to grip his shaft. He strokes his head through my folds then pauses at my entrance. I reach my hand down to his butt, forcing him inside of me. He gets an inch in and I realized why he paused. No condom. 

“I’m okay if you are?” I whisper.

“Yes.” Timo sighs against my mouth. “Only with you.” I close my eyes, feeling the tears bulk into my eyes again. I hate him with anyone else. I can’t think of that right now. Instead, I tighten my legs around him so he barely has enough space to thrust. He is slow, sensual, dragging himself in and out like we will be here all night. I savor each movement, letting him know my appreciation with soft little whines and praise. 

Timo rests our noses together, then pauses for a moment, leaning down to kiss me again. His teeth are nippy, tongue daring as he works his mouth against mine. 

“Wanna stay in you forever.” He murmurs. He presses his hips in deeper, smooshing his abdomen into mine. His finger tips stroke along my outer thigh. When he moves again, my slickness has him groaning. Our connection gets tighter. I widen my hips, thrusting down with his movements. I moan into his mouth, chasing his lips as he pulls away to focus on his deep pumps. He grabs my neck, stroking along the hollow of my throat with his thumb as his tongue laps against mine.

“Fuck, T.” I croak, heavy breaths pushing me deeper into the bed with his movements. “You feel so good.” His head falls to my shoulder and I grip him tightly to me there. Our bodies are completely pressed together. His palm comes to dash through my hair, weaving into the tangled strands until his fingerprints get to my scalp at the back of my skull.

That’s when I feel it for the first time. How much he loves me. How what we are doing is nothing even close to fucking. It’s too intimate, too powerful and consuming to be just sex. My finger nails dig into his broad shoulders as I surrender to the coil of pleasure in my core. I focus on his perfect pumps, turning to nibble his flesh. I moan quietly into his ear. He melts under my touch, fucking me deeper. His mouth frantically searches for mine again. Then we climax together, kissing desperately and endlessly until every last wave has left our body. 

As we fall back to Earth, Timo gently pulls back with little pecks. My lips chase his, not concerned with how desperate I look to stay connected to him. He looks down at where he is still buried inside of me. And I see it again. The love. The ache settles back into my chest.

How can something that feels so good, still hurt so much too?

Maybe we shouldn’t keep doing this.

Timo slides from me gently, giving me a final kiss as he walks to my bathroom.

“You good?” He asks me when he brings the towel over. I nod, pursing my lips as I clean myself off.

“I��m on the pill.” I remind him. He looks at me, opening his mouth to say more then opts for a nod instead. When I’m done, he gathers me back into his chest, laying us down into the pillows on top of the comforter. 

“So, Alma’s moving to California?”

“Yeah but L.A.” He stretches his neck a bit, then continues to glide his fingers along my bicep.

“Are you happy?”

“I really don’t care.” He shrugs. “Not sure I’ll be in California much longer anyway.”

“Why?” I question, tilting my face towards his. He looks distressed by the thought. The Sharks drafted him and he’s been an integral part of the team. I’m surprised he would leave there.

“Team can’t afford my next contract.”

“Well, that’s a good problem for you, no?” 

“It’s just…. Weird. I’ve never been traded.” I nod in understanding, then press my cheek back to his chest. He pulls me deeper into him so he can kiss my head. “I should go.”

Who’s running from who now?

We dress in silence. Before we walk from the bedroom, Timo wraps me into a tight hug.

“Thank you for tonight. This event wouldn’t have been anything special without you. You made me look good, Hischier.” 

“We make a good team.” I murmur back to him. He squeezes me tighter in acknowledgement. His hand falls to the small of my back then completely away as we walk to the door.

“So, do I get a discount on your rate since you left early?” He asks as he opens the front door. He tosses his suit jacket back over his shoulders, shrugging it on and buttoning one button on the front.

“Nope.” I wrap my arms briefly around his waist, then get on my tip toes to kiss him goodnight. He rolls his eyes teasingly, then puckers his lips for one more kiss. He watches as I do the full effort, blue gaze dragging over my face. Then he leans against the door frame, resting his temple on his propped arm as he looks down at me. 

“You know we could stop all of this. The chase. The late nights. The pretending.”

“Where is the fun in that?”

“You’re having fun with this?” He asks me quietly. Silence encloses us for four heartbeats.

“Goodnight, T.” I eventually respond.

We both know nothing about this is fun anymore.

[raccoonfallsharder]

i am writing something new

I didn’t mean to

(don’t worry, domestic scenes & blackmail material & window will continue on their current schedules for now)

it has the cheesiest corniest worst title EVER (i’m not spoiling it yet) and i’m stupid-excited. i expect it to be a six-part reader x rocket au, MCU-based. angsty angst + fluff and a happy ending (to smut or not to smut? you let me know). it might be too ambitious of me but i’m hoping to get the first installment out on september 24 as a birthday present from me to you (we’ll have to see about that date - it’s very aspirational)

anyway you know what to expect in terms of general themes but here’s the concept:

“The only chance we got is to get to the other side of the universe as fast as we can and maybe, just maybe, we'll be able to live full lives before that whack-job ever gets there.” Rocket & Groot leave their friends behind on Knowhere, despite the latter’s protests. They end up hiding out on a nothing-planet at the edge of the Shi’ar Galaxy where they meet you after you’ve been scooped, liberated, and made into something of a lowkey local celebrity. We start a year before the Snap.

friends i am super-stoked to write you all into this through reader. like I’ve got IDEAS

find part of the opening installment behind the cut

Cindelia is a beautiful planet. It’s wreathed by low-lying shield volcanoes with steady, quiet ribbons of lava that illuminate the mountainsides at night. The few volcanoes that do erupt violently are predictable - manageable - and have kept the stratosphere so heavy with fine ash that the daytime sky almost always hangs pale lilac and lavender over a gold horizon.  As lovely as it is, it makes growing food a finicky business. You wonder why you couldn’t have learned something useful on Terra - studied to become an agriculturist or a volcanologist or something. There isn’t much access to sun because of the ash, which also means that a good portion of the planet is too cold for long growing seasons. Prior to their uprising, Cindelia had been economically healthy due to their mineral exports: volcanic veins rich in nickel, lead, zinc, gold. Bright copper and lightweight aluminum. Diamonds, topaz, moonstone; pink rubies and yellow sapphires and some kind of glassy purple obsidian. Crystals and ores crop up out of the ground like mirrored cornstalks and kaleidoscopic wildflowers. But people can’t eat rocks. Or at least, you haven’t yet met one who does. In this universe - rich with more kinds of lifeforms than you’ve ever imagined - maybe they exist after all. But not on Cindelia. Which is all to say that when the kids start showing up one morning with a wealth of tiny white flowers woven into their braids or garlanding their little shoulders and necks, or tucked into buttonholes and behind ears, you are flummoxed. Like, seriously - what the fuck?

[adrift-in-thyme]

Day 26: Forced to Choose (Wild & Time)

Ao3 link

Cw for blood and injury, implied/referenced torture

Quick disclaimer: this has some Tears of the Kingdom stuff in it, BUT for the most part it's spoiler free. I haven't watched any gameplay videos except for the Nintendo one, or read any reviews, or seen the artbook leak. So, this whole plot is just me having fun with angsty ideas. If any of it is actually in Tears of the Kingdom I'll be amazed. Still, if you want to go into it completely spoiler free, avoid reading this until you've played the game.

——————-

Time is dying.

Wild can see it in the deathly paleness of his skin, the tremor that runs through him with every labored breath, the blood spreading along the middle of his tunic like the sky during a blood moon. He’s slumped forward, eye trained dully on the ground, the grip of the Yiga assassin on his shoulder the only thing keeping him upright. But when Wild chokes out his name, he raises his head to look in his direction.

“You’ve gotta hold on,” Wild manages through the tears and the pain and the terrible crashing guilt because this is his fault, all his fault. “Please, old man.”

The Yiga drag him back even as he fights to reach his brother, his friend, the man he’s come to think of almost as a father. He inhales sharply as the ropes tear into his wrist (his fleshy, soft, human wrist, not the one that can no longer be torn by such things as weak as rope. Not the one attached to an arm whose powers he hasn’t even begun to fully understand yet has still landed them here.)

“What-whatever they want,” Time says, voice quiet and hoarse, strained by blood loss and pain, “don’t gi-give it to them, cub.”

Laughter erupts from behind him, deafening and maniacal, and it sets Wild’s blood to boiling. He glares at the assassin standing behind Time, wishing for all the world he could tear every one of these cursed sadists apart. It hardly has the effect he wants it to, though, what with the tears streaming down his cheeks and the blood and grime smudged over his body and his arms pinned behind him.

He could escape if he wanted. With his new limb, he could drop right through the floor and resurface wherever he so chose. He won’t though, not now, not when leaving that way means abandoning Time. That’s not an option Wild will ever entertain.

And the Yiga know it.

“Your friend isn’t doing too well, is he?” One of the assassins sneers now, leaning over Wild’s shoulder, his breath hot and clammy in his ear. “Looks to me like he’s bleeding out.”

“Oh dear,” another joins in, jeering tone grating upon Wild’s ears. He holds a demon carver in his hand, the same one responsible for the wounds marring Time’s body. “What a horrible situation! Whatever can the chosen hero of the goddess do?”

“If only there was a way to save his life,” the first Yiga murmurs. He reaches over Wild’s shoulder to dangle a potion in his face, tone changing from mocking to threatening. “You know what we want, hero. Give it to us and he lives. Refuse and we’ll make you watch as he dies a slow, agonizing death.”

“Champion,” Time says, stern despite the pain in his voice, “do-don’t.”

Wild squeezes his eyes shut, trying to block out the sight of Time battered and broken and covered in blood, trying to stop the sound of the cackles and jeers surrounding them. He knows exactly what they want, he’s heard their demands repeated for the last few hours, whispered and murmured and screamed inches from his face. And he’s refused them for just as long, every single one landing in a new strike upon Time’s body.

But he couldn’t give in, he just couldn’t. What they want from him, what they’re asking him to do, could doom Hyrule.

His arm, this wonderful new appendage gifted by the gods when Ganon’s dark magic devoured his natural one, is one half of the key to the Silent Realm where Ganondorf is now locked away. The other half is the Master Sword, lying hidden deep within the Korok Forest where the Yiga cannot go. But the assassins, loyal as ever, want nothing more than to set Ganondorf free. And they will stop at nothing to accomplish their goal. Even if it means forcing their sworn enemy to unlock the Silent Realm for them.

Last time Ganondorf revived he’d nearly wiped out Hyrule and the remnants of people working to rebuild it. This time, Wild doesn’t doubt he’ll finish the job.

“Cub.”

Wild pries open eyes clouded with tears and raises his head to meet Time’s gaze. The man seems to have grown even paler in the last few minutes alone. But his face is set in a look of determined resignation.

“You can’t.”

And he knows he’s right, he does. But to just let Time die, to sit and watch as he’s deprived of his future, to see the light leave his eye and know he’ll never lead the group again, never tell cryptic stories around the fire, never laugh or smile or feel. To know Malon will lose her beloved “fairy boy” long before his time…

Wait.

Wild’s spiraling thoughts come to a screeching halt, eyes widening as it hits him like a stone talus to the face. Fairy boy. Time is a fairy boy. He grew up in the Lost Woods, has even admitted to knowing them like the back of his hand.

He raises his eyes to Time once more, a plan formulating in his head.

It can be too much sometimes. I can’t take the grief of my entire kingdom, only to lose just one friend.

But maybe, just maybe he doesn’t have to.

“So, what’s your answer, hero?” The Yiga hisses. “Will he live or die?”

Time gives him a small smile, and Wild knows with terrible certainty that he has made peace with the fate he believes he will meet.

Wild swallows, and steels himself. It takes every inch of his strength to keep his gaze on Time as he speaks the words, trying desperately to communicate what he cannot say.

“I’ll do it. I’ll open the Silent Realm.”

The laughter swells around him once more, full of victory and mad glee. But all Wild can focus on is the way Time is looking at him.

“The Look of Disappointment” is what Twilight has dubbed it, and Wild sees now why it sends shivers down his spine. Though in this situation, he guesses it’s warranted. For all Time knows he has just doomed his Hyrule to utter destruction. He only hopes he can communicate his true intentions soon.

******

In true Yiga style, the assassins refuse to give Time the potion until Wild has done the deed. So, when they drag their captives to the entrance of the Lost Woods, the old man is limping. He is white as a sheet, now, and swaying dangerously on his feet. More than once he collapses, only to be kicked and prodded back into a standing position. Wild can’t help but wince every time it happens.

“Well?” The assassin says once they’ve reached the spot where the first torches gleam. “Lead on, hero. And–” He presses his demon carver to Time’s neck, “–don’t you dare try to lead us astray. Do it and he dies.”

“That’s just the thing though,” Wild replies, as steadily as he can under the circumstances. “I can’t lead you without a torch. I don’t know these woods well enough.”

In an instant, another Yiga is up in his face, blade pressed against his chin.

“You want us to untie you, don’t you, little hero? Don’t think for a second that we’re gonna fall for that trick.”

Wild stares him down for a long moment, then inclines his head towards Time. “Then he has to lead. He can do it by memory.”

Time meets his eyes, a frown creasing his brow.

“It’s a good thing too,” Wild continues, keeping his gaze stubbornly trained on Time. “It’s too easy to get lost in here.”

Understanding dawns like the sun breaking through the clouds, and Time draws himself up a little straighter, some of that horrible disappointment gone. Wild is glad to be free of its oppressive weight.

“Fine.” The Yiga growls, shoving Time forward with such force he nearly faceplants. “You do it. And be quick.”

Their progress is certainly not quick. Time is hardly standing at this point. He stumbles forward, every step a struggle, every breath one that Wild fears will be his last. It’s not enough just for his plan to work, Time has to survive until it’s through. And with the wounds he’s sustained so far, he can’t help but wonder if he will.

He manages to stay alert enough, however. Wild may not have the same sense of direction as him, but he’s been in these woods enough to have a feeling of the right ways and the wrong. And Time takes them on a path that’s all wrong.

The Korok’s giggles grow closer with each step, and the Yiga grow more visibly nervous. Then, when the mist has become so thick Wild can hardly make out the ground beneath his feet, they begin to disappear.

Playful, tinkling laughter fills his ears as the forest children swoop in, working their magic. The Yiga’s screams of terror are drowned out so fast, it’s as though they were never in the forest in the first place. Where the Koroks whisk them away to, Wild hasn’t a single clue. He doesn’t care, though, especially not when the last assassin is dragged away right as he lunges forward to seek revenge for his companions’ deaths.

“They’re gone,” he says after a moment or two has passed and no other red-costumed maniacs leap from the fog. Relief bubbles up in him, so exhilarating and overwhelming, he nearly chokes on it. “It actually worked.”

“You did well, cub.”

He looks up and Time is smiling down at him, looking proud and alive (if only barely), and Wild feels tears of an entirely different sort spring to his eyes. But then, the moment ends as abruptly as it came. Time collapses, spreading crimson upon the green grass. He’s unconscious before he even hits the ground.

[woman-of-balnain]

Undone in Sorrow Part 3/10 (Alpha Rick x Omega Reader)

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Pairing: Rick Grimes/Fem!Reader

Summary: After everything you’ve just been through, Rick puts distance between the two of you.

A/N: Okay, I’d like to ask for some feedback regarding the future part of this story. I won’t lie, I had a bit of a panic after posting the 2nd part, where I got worried that there is too much angst and that it will make the story boring or too depressing without enough good moments for anyone reading.

So, I ended up deciding to do the ‘then’/‘now’ thing again here, but with the scenes of the past focusing on the early period between s3 and s4 in the prison. Just showing happier times for the Reader as well as for Rick and Reader’s relationship.

So, I can either continue to do this in the next couple of chapters where things are more angsty, or I can cut the angst down, but that will also mean cutting the story down by one part (making it 7 parts in total rather than 8). Let me know what you’d prefer. Otherwise I’ll just make a decision myself I guess.


These flashbacks involve a more heavily pregnant reader (but as mentioned in part 1, this pregnancy resulted in a miscarriage and stillbirth).


Lastly, the events of the show will be a little more spread out. I’m playing with the timeline a bit to suit my ideas for the story. Not necessarily changing things, but just having them happen less quickly in succession of one another.

Warnings: Rick is kind of a jerk in this chapter, angst, pregnancy, you and Rick are true mates but that is extremely rare and considered a myth, there are consequences to Rick’s behavior that are linked to the true mate bond.

Word Count: 4,061

Dividers by: @cafekitsune​ + @newlips​

In a life built out of only goodbyes

Is there even room for you to try?

While you were waiting for me not to call

I sent my love... I sent my love

Then

 “Dad?” You asked Hershel one day as you helped him in the prison infirmary.

 You usually assisted your father with the minor things, wanting to keep yourself busy and contribute in some way.

 “Yes, honey?”

 “Do… do you think we’ll really be okay here? In the long run?”

 Hershel paused, leaving what he’d been doing to properly address you.

 “Why are you asking? Is something wrong?”

 “No, it’s just… after the Governor… he’s still out there somewhere and I… I really want this place to work out. We have all these new people, and it feels like this can really be our home, but I just can’t relax knowing he’s out there.”

 “Are you worried because of the baby?”

 Your hands seemed to automatically fall to your stomach, touching the small bump there.

 “Yes and no,” you replied honestly. “It’s more that I don’t know what to think about the world… about people anymore. There’s always been bad people but… what if that’s the only way to survive the world now?”

 “What do you mean?” Hershel looked at you with concern.

 “What if you have to either become someone like the Governor or you won’t make it because of people like him?”

 “Y/N, wherever he’s gone, he’s left us alone all this time. And Rick will keep us safe, keep you and the baby safe. You know that.”

 “But he’s stopped fighting and he’s not leading us anymore, dad! What if that makes us become weak? Whether it’s the governor or someone else, we’ll run into trouble eventually. It’s just how things are now. What if the only way to survive is to become someone else… someone unrecognizable?”

 “Honey,” your father rested his hands on your shoulders, watching you with a calm, but stern look. “Calm down. You’re thinking of the worst-case scenario. Maybe things will get worse before they get better, but we’ll deal with it then. Worrying about it now won’t help anyone, least of all you.”

 “I just don’t want to see the way the world is now, and everything that’s come with it make us lose who we are,” you admitted softly. “I don’t want it to break us, and I’m scared of a day when we can’t be the good guys anymore. With how cold the Governor was, how Carl shot that person from Woodbury without hesitating, how angry and ruthless Rick gets sometimes… it’s disturbing, but maybe it’s the only way to survive.”

 “Don’t talk like that,” Hershel gently admonished you. “If it upsets you so much, talk to Rick about it. He loves you, so he’ll listen. It’s only natural to doubt, especially in these times, but if things do get worse, he’s going to need you. He will need you to keep him on the right path and to support him through the tough decisions. And you can do that, Y/N, just so long as you don’t forget the difference between what’s right and wrong – no matter how hard it might get to distinguish between the two.”

 Now

 Rick was quiet as you both exited Carson’s trailer. He seemed deep in thought, and you tried not to read into it too much, but he also seemed withdrawn, which made you worry.

 “Rick, can we talk for a second?” You asked hesitantly. “About… about the baby?”

 He gave you a brief look before turning his attention over to Sasha, who was trying to pick up one of the now covered up bodies you’d brought with you. The remains of Abraham and Glenn.

 “Not now,” he replied with a sigh. “We should…”

 He trailed off but you understood and gave him a nod before you both headed over to Sasha. You wanted to explain that you hadn’t been trying to keep anything from him about your pregnancy, but he was right. There were more important things to worry about in that moment.

 “Here, let me,” Rick said gently as you reached Sasha.

 Her bottom lip quivered as she tried to hold back her tears, but she nodded and let Rick lift up the body of Abraham.

 “You have a spot picked out?” He asked, referring to where the bodies would be buried.

 “Yeah,” she replied, walking over to a secluded spot near the main house. “Jesus talked Gregory into it, and we decided here would be… would be nice.”

 “Okay,” Rick nodded before carefully setting Abraham’s body down. “I’ll, uh… I’ll go and get Glenn…”

 He walked off and silence fell over you and Sasha. There were some shovels, so you went to pick one up, but she stopped you, reaching out to gently take hold of your wrist.

 “Maggie… is she…?”

 “She’ll be okay,” you assured her. “She hasn’t woken up yet, but Dr. Carson said she’s fine and that she should wake up soon.”

 Sasha nodded, looking away from you again as her eyes focused back on the body of Abraham.

 “Are you okay?” You asked, watching her with concern.

 It was a stupid question, yet you couldn’t help but ask. It just came out automatically.

 “No,” she answered honestly. “And I don’t – I don’t know if I ever will be.”

 “Yeah,” you replied softly, looking away. “I… I understand.”

 If she had a response, you never found out, because then Rick was back and placing Glenn’s body down beside Abraham’s. Neither of you needed to say anything more though, because the shared experience you’d all been through made it clear that not a single one of you was okay.

 You worked in silence, picking up the shovels and slowly digging into the earth. Digging graves for the people you loved, but were now gone. It wasn’t the first time and it likely wouldn’t be the last.

 Then

 “God,” Maggie grinned. “I never thought I’d be so happy to taste a tomato.”

 “Hey!” You chided playfully, slapping her hand away from the pile beside you. “They’re for dinner. Get your sticky fingers away!”

 You had been getting through the small pile of tomatoes beside you, chopping them up for a pasta dish you’d planned to make. The crops Rick and Carl had been working on had finally grown to the point where you could put them to use. It had made all of you happy at the prospect of real, fresh food again. So much so, that Maggie apparently couldn’t resist stealing one of the tomatoes and biting into it raw.

 “Want some help?” Beth interrupted, coming up on your other side.

 “Sure,” you nodded. “You can cut the carrots if you want.”

 “What about me?” Maggie asked.

 “As long as you actually cook before eating all the ingredients.”

 “It was one bite, Y/N.”

 “Whatever,” you huffed with a smile. “You can check if Daryl’s finished skinning the deer, I guess.”

 “Sure,” Maggie laughed, heading out to do as you asked. “I know when I’m not wanted.”

 “Judith’s sleeping?” You asked Beth, turning your head slightly to look at her.

 “Yep, out like a light.”

 “Thanks, Bethy,” you told her sincerely. “For always helping out with her.”

 “Of course,” Beth smiled sweetly. “She’s family. And it helps that she’s adorable.”

 You let out a light laugh, agreeing with your youngest sister before you both gave your full attention to prepping dinner again. Carol was undoubtedly the best cook in the group, but you’d wanted to give her a break and offered to take over that day.

 As you chopped away at the vegetables in front of you, your mind started to wander. You almost missed the hand that snuck out from behind you, reaching for the tomato your sister had left behind. The one with a chunk already bitten out of it.

 “You’re just as bad as Maggie!” You quipped, lightly tapping Glenn’s fingers away.

 “Come on, Y/N, I’m starving!” Glenn replied.

 “Fine,” you gave in. “You can have a little bit.”

 You passed him a carrot and Maggie’s tomato. Glenn moved to lean against the counter on your other side before taking his own bite of the red fruit.

 “How long ‘til it’s ready?” He asked.

 “A while,” you answered.

 “Oh, I see how it is,” Maggie said as she came back into the room, noticing her husband eating the food she had just been denied. “You’re lucky she has a soft spot for you, Glenn. I almost got my hand cut off.”

 “How’s Daryl getting on?” You asked her, ignoring her playful complaints.

 “Nearly done,” she replied, leaning in to give Glenn a quick kiss. “But Rick was asking for you. Beth and I will take over here for a bit.”

 You gave her a look, the smile on your lips barely contained as you silently asked if she would actually help and not just help herself to the fresh vegetables that had become a luxury in recent times.

 “Just go,” Maggie laughed softly. “He’s waitin’ outside.”

 You did as she said, exchanging a knowing smile with Glenn regarding Maggie’s bossiness before leaving the room and heading to the outside of the prison. You found Rick near one of the buckets you all kept outside to collect rainwater. He had dipped his hands into it before splashing some of the cool liquid over his face and hair.

 He spent most of his days out in the hot Georgian sun, working the fields, so it was only natural that he wanted to cool off at the end of the day. When he saw you approaching, his lips curled up into an affectionate smile before he shook his head a little, getting rid of the excess water from his hair.

 “Hey, sweetheart,” he greeted you.

 “Hey, Maggie said you were looking for me,” you told him, closing the distance between the two of you. “What’s going on?”

 “Nothing,” he replied, reaching out to pull you against him. “Just wanted to see you, is all.”

 The smile never left his lips, or his eyes and your heart fluttered at the sweetness of it all. His hands settled on your hips and if it weren’t for the slight swell of your stomach, you would have been flush against his chest.

 “You’re all sweaty,” you complained lightheartedly, but made no move to step away.

 Rick’s smile just widened as he looked down at you, like he barely even registered your words. His head dipped slightly, so that his forehead rested against your own and the wet tendrils of his hair pressed against your skin.

 “Rick!” You let out a soft laugh, starting to pull your head back.

 He just kept holding you close and his head moved forward until his lips brushed against your own.

 “Come here,” he murmured, pulling you tighter against him.

 And then he was kissing you, slow and languid as his tongue and lips moved against yours. Melting into him, your arms wrapped around his neck, and you let out a small, quiet moan. His scent enveloped you comfortingly and your body arched into him when his fingers brushed against the side of your stomach.

 His lips teased your own, moving expertly while his tongue elicited memories of its movements on other parts of your body. He left you breathless and aching for more, his hands beginning to explore more of your body, as though you hadn’t seen each other for days. Eventually, you pulled back just slightly, catching your breath.

 “I missed you,” were the words that came softly from your lips as his fingers moved up to stroke your cheek.

 Rick huffed out a light laugh since you’d only just seen each other that morning. But he didn’t say anything because you always felt each other’s absence when you were apart. From what you both understood, it was different and more intense than what other mated alphas and omegas experienced.

 The rare and unique bond you shared meant that you were two halves that had come together to create something whole. Your minds and your bodies (and even sometimes your emotions) were attuned to one another.

 “I missed you too, baby,” he murmured affectionately, pressing another light kiss to your lips.

 Now

 It felt wrong, somehow, to bury Glenn without Maggie there. Your heart ached, recalling the memories you shared with him. The times he would subtly hand you your favorite candy bar or some other snack if he found any on a run, making you swear yourself to secrecy so the others wouldn’t find out and hassle him to do the same for them.

 Or the way he’d had happy tears in his eyes when he and Maggie told you of her pregnancy. That sense of bewilderment, but also pride that lingered in his gaze over the news. If this was how you were feeling, how devastated and heartbroken you were over his death, then how was Maggie feeling?

 You had a good idea, obviously, but you couldn’t even begin to really imagine how hard it had been for her to see him die like that. So brutally and being mocked in the process. The only thing you could compare it to, in terms where you could comprehend the depths of her pain, was to think of what it would have been like for you if it had been Rick instead.

 That particular thought was unbearable, and you decided not to linger on it any longer. Because he wasn’t gone, he was right there beside you, as you dug the two graves. Even if he had put up his walls and closed himself off. He was still there. Alive, even after you’d briefly and painfully thought that he might have been Negan’s next target after Glenn.

 If it wasn’t for your shared bond, you likely wouldn’t have picked up on Rick’s inner turmoil. His scent betrayed it to you though, becoming almost unpleasant in its signs of distress and guilt. It was unpleasant because every fiber of your being was telling you to go and comfort him, when you knew that it wasn’t the right time.

 And then his scent shifted slightly, turning to anger. That was natural, you thought, but it set you even more on edge.

 But when your work was done and the three of you took a moment to reflect over the graves that had been covered up again, Rick turned and walked away without a word. You exchanged a look with Sasha, silently asking if she would be fine for now.

 “It’s okay,” she assured you, knowing that you wanted to go after him. “I… I need a minute anyway.”

 You nodded, understanding that she was grieving too. So, you left her there to give her some privacy and went after your alpha.

 “Rick…” you called after him and he stopped.

 “Y/N, just…” he sighed, his scent becoming worse, showing a rising sense of frustration within him. “Just give me some space.”

 “I will, but… we need to talk. Please.”

 “What is there to talk about?” He rounded on you, his anger swelling and you realized it was you he was angry at. “How you’re pregnant and didn’t tell me? How for whatever reason he found out before I did? Or the fact that you knew and still came out with us, putting you and our child at risk?”

 “Rick, I didn’t –”

 “You didn’t think, Y/N. You didn’t listen. I told you to stay in Alexandria.”

 “I didn’t know!” You yelled, trying to force Rick to listen. “I didn’t know what would happen. None of us did.”

 “You knew when you decided to go with Eugene instead of coming with me like I asked you to.”

 “How would that have made a difference at that point, Rick?”

 “I thought you were dead!” He shouted, but his voice cracked, showing the raw agony behind his words. “I – I saw Eugene, but you weren’t there! And then you were, and he… he touched you, he hit you, he put his fucking hands and his scent on you Y/N, and I couldn’t stop it!”

 You stayed silent. The revelations that his words brought came with pain as you realized how it must have all looked from his perspective. His nose twitched, in that way that always hinted at his annoyance over something, but this time it conveyed a lot more than just that.

 “And you told him, Y/N,” Rick continued, lowering his voice a little but still seething. “You told him about… about our baby, before you told me.”

 “I didn’t know,” you argued, trying to explain your side of things. “I wasn’t sure yet, but I thought I might be. I just told him… I told him that to stop him.”

 Rick paused, his expression softening just slightly at your words.

 “Stop him from doing what?”

 “From… he was going to kick me,” you admitted. “He was aiming for my stomach… and after everything with Maggie, I just… I just panicked and blurted it out. And it worked, it stopped him. And I’m glad it did, I’m glad I said it, because now I know that I am pregnant and what he’s done is already bad enough. I couldn’t live with that too. Not again.”

 He nodded, looking away from you and calming down slightly as he knew what you were referring to. But he was still distant, still closed off.

 “Y/N…” Rick said, but he wouldn’t look at you. “I can’t stay here. I have to go back to Alexandria. Back to the others.”

 “Okay,” you replied softly, aware of the fact that he was still on edge. “I’m ready to leave when you are.”

 “No,” he met your gaze again, his expression cold and distant. “You’re staying here.”

 “Rick –”

 “No, Y/N,” he cut you off. “You’re staying here where you’re safe. Just… just for now.”

 You closed the distance between the two of you, reaching out to take hold of his hands, but he pulled away abruptly and that made you freeze. He was looking away again, refusing to meet your gaze and it hurt you deeply.

 “Don’t,” he told you firmly. “Just… don’t.”

 His words and his actions made your body feel like it had been turned to ice. It was a clear rejection from him; because no matter how much you had angered or frustrated him in the past, he had never once pulled away from you like that. Not just with his body, but with his words.

 “Rick…” you tried again, hoping that he would snap out of it.

 “Stay here,” he commanded.

 Your heart sank as he spoke the words in the tone you couldn’t disobey. You realized he was determined to leave you there and with no reassurance that things were okay between the two of you.

 “I’ll come back soon,” was all he said instead, before he walked away and left you there alone.

It wasn’t long after he left that you realized your scent was still mingled with Negan’s. It hadn’t faded because Rick had been too distant in his grief, still reeling from the trauma of everything to replace it with his own. You tried to tell yourself that another alpha’s scent on you – especially that alpha’s – was probably the reason he had acted so closed off and distant towards you before he left.

 But deep down, you knew that it might have played a part, but it wasn’t the only factor. If Rick was his usual self, he wouldn’t have hesitated to scent you again and get rid of any other man’s scent on you.

 It was more than just that. It was the fact that Negan had pushed him as far as he had to until Rick was left broken and defeated. And it was because Rick felt betrayed by your actions. You could understand, but it didn’t change how rejected you felt by him. And it didn’t change the disgust and shame you felt at having any part of that other man still clinging to you.

 So, you had tried desperately to wash it away, scrubbing at your skin until it was red and irritated. And it was useless, because a faint trace of him remained and you felt a pit in the bottom of your stomach as you wondered why. If you and Rick were True Mates, like you’d both always thought, why wasn’t your body rejecting the scent of another alpha? Why was it still clinging to you?

 Not only that, but the process just left you feeling even colder than before, when Rick left and rejected your touch. Your skin felt icy, and you couldn’t stop shivering, not even after your body was completely dry, and not even after you bundled up as much as you could.

 It all left you feeling uneasy, even despite everything else going on.

That cold and icy feeling didn’t leave. Instead, it seemed to get worse. But it was always tolerable for the most part, not really getting in the way of anything you tried to do. Mostly, it was just uncomfortable.

 When Maggie woke up, it gave you some relief in the days following that first encounter with Negan. She still wasn’t herself, but she was alive and both her and her baby were fine. Maybe that was all you could have asked for.

 You gave her space for the most part, but one night you found yourself sitting by her side in silence, late into the evening after just about everyone else had gone to bed. She seemed lost in her thoughts. Maybe it was just memories of the past or hopes for the future. You didn’t know, but just having her there, physically by your side was enough. Currently, it felt like she was the only family you had left.

 “You remember the day we got Nelly?” Maggie asked suddenly, her voice soft and quiet.

 “Yeah,” you replied, a hollow laugh escaping your lips at the memory. “N–nervous and flighty from day one.”

 “I remember you trying to ride her,” Maggie smiled just slightly, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “Thinkin’ you could settle her just with sheer determination.”

 “Sh–she bucked me right off,” you recalled, your teeth chattering slightly from the cold feeling running through your veins.

 “You were covered in dirt,” your sister gave a light chuckle. “But you were still laughin’ and convinced that she’d come around.”

 “She d–did… in the end,” you reminded her, wrapping your arms a little more tightly around yourself. “But… what made you think of that?”

 “Just thinking,” Maggie replied, becoming serious again. “About those days. On the farm.”

 “It’ll get better again,” you tried to reassure her, reaching out to touch her hand with yours.

 Suddenly, Maggie’s head turned to look at you with concern.

 “Y/N, you’re freezing,” she observed worriedly.

 Maggie moved to place the back of her hand against your forehead, only to quickly snap her hand back after she made contact with your skin.

 “You feel like ice!” She continued. “And you’re shaking like a leaf!”

 “I–I’m fine,” you gave her a smile. “’s just cold tonight.”

 “No,” she frowned. “It’s really not. Not that cold.”

 She started rubbing her hands up and down your arms, trying to bring some warmth to you, but it made no difference.

 “Come on,” she stood up and moved to help you stand as well. “We should get you to bed. Get you warmed up.”

 “It’s okay,” you tried to calm her. “Th–that doesn’t really help.”

 She shot you a look, “how long has this been going on?”

You just shrugged, the icy feeling in your body getting worse, like it was seeping into your bones. As she tried to lead you to bed, you became a little dizzy and swayed on the spot.

 “Y/N,” she was panicking now.

 “I…” you stopped, waiting for your light-headedness to fade like it usually did. “I’m… f–fine…”

 But you weren’t. And instead of the dizziness going away, it just got worse until your eyes rolled into the back of your head and you slumped in Maggie’s arms.

 “Y/N?” She tried to shake you awake but it didn’t work. “Y/N!”

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A/N: Just note that the whole thing with Negan’s scent is not an indication that Reader’s body is accepting him or anything. Rick is still her true mate, despite her doubts here. It’ll be explained later (most likely in the next chapter).

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Next Part

[gatesofember]

more prophetic Will hcs because I can’t stop thinking about it

it took a while for Will to figure out he had prophetic abilities

it made life very confusing for him because sometimes he’d know about something that hadn’t happened yet but he didn’t realize that it hadn’t happened yet

so like he’d go up to someone and start talking about their dog or something but they’d be like “??? I don’t have a dog????” even though Will KNEW they did (they’d get a dog later)

it was very frustrating because Will knew he was right but people around him just assumed he had a bad memory

also his prophetic abilities sometimes looked a lot like his adhd symptoms so for a long time he and the people around him assumed it was just his adhd

hear me out I’m going somewhere with this

for one thing, memory issues: sometimes with adhd you have a bad memory because you weren’t paying attention to begin with, and with his prophetic abilities he’d remember things that didn’t happen

sometimes he’d see a little bit farther into the future in casual situations or conversations, so for example, he’d start talking over someone who hadn’t finished speaking because he already knew what they were going to say and didn’t realize they hadn’t said it yet

or say he was playing a game like red light green light, simon says, or duck duck goose: he’d hear someone say green light/simon says/goose before they actually said it so he’d respond too soon

this would look a lot like impulsiveness

also, continuing with the red light green light/simon says/duck duck goose example, maybe someone would say green light/simon says/goose and he wouldn’t hear it because is head was in the future, so he wouldn’t respond

that would look a lot like inattentiveness

and sometimes having adhd makes things really overwhelming and confusing, so combined with his prophetic abilities, many situations can be even more overwhelming and confusing for him

also having adhd probably exacerbated the problems he had with prophecy because when he got bored and his mind started to wander, sometimes it would unintentionally wander into the future

it was probably Lee who figured it out first

he was like “oh you must have prophetic abilities! a lot of us do too but you seem to have it stronger than most.”

and that was so affirming for Will to find out why he would so often remember something that hadn’t happened or react too soon or too late

and now that he realized why it was happening he could figure out how to deal with it

over time he learned how to identify when something happened in the present vs in the future

he also learned what it felt like when his mind was wandering into the future so he was better able to tell when it was happening and he could keep himself in the present if he wanted to (although having adhd probably complicates this bc you can’t always force yourself to pay attention, so he still sometimes has trouble)

he didn’t learn to fully control his powers until he became friends with Rachel

they actually helped each other learn a lot about their powers!

and on the day Will unlocked complete control over his prophetic abilities...it was all over for everyone else

in combat he uses his powers to see a little bit into the future so he always knows what his opponent is going to do next

only a split second, just enough to make up for any delay in reaction time

it makes it seem like he has super fast reflexes

this was a big deal for Will because while he was always a good fighter, he was never the best because he doesn’t have as many combat-based powers as some of the other demigods

but then he unlocked his prophetic powers and now he’s practically impossible to beat

this was a bit frustrating for Nico at first because he’d gotten used to beating Will while sparring but he’s gotten over it and he’s really proud of how cool his bf is

anyway now everyone wants Apollo cabin on their team for capture the flag

also the big brother/cabin counselor skills it gives Will? he just knows when one of his little siblings is about to cause trouble

like he’ll be in the middle of a conversation and he’ll just be like “hang on, my dad sense™ is tingling...where’s Yan?”

and he’s unprankable

he is the #1 target of the Hermes cabin for this reason but they just can’t catch him because he always knows when he’s about to walk into a trap

they even got Nico involved to lure Will into a false sense of security and it still didn’t work

they only managed to catch him when they got literally the whole camp on board

and even then it wasn’t because they outsmarted him, it was just because there were so many back ups that the prank became literally unavoidable, and it still took a few tries

Will may or may not have let them catch him just because he was worried that they’d turn to drastic measures if they didn’t get him soon

[geoblitzz]

Mini fic???

So I don’t have the time or energy to draw this idea rn because I’m very busy and already working on my lfls comic, so I thought I’d try to write it. My narrative writing is rusty so don’t flame me lol (update: I edited it a bit, just added some details and flourishes)

I really like the Rise Movie AU where future Leo gets through the time portal as well, and interacts with all his brothers again. (So much good angst opportunities!) In this AU, with the help of future Leo and Casey jr, they get the key back seal the Krang instead of Raph being kidnapped. This angsty scene(s?) idea came to me at 4:30 in the morning and I just had to get it down- this is maybe a few weeks post movie where future Leo has moved in with the Rise boys. (I refer to Future Leo as Leonardo, and young Leo as just Leo! Hope that makes it easier!)

I’m no fic writer 👀 but I hope y’all enjoy!

Leonardo ground his teeth. He usually could handle the jabs and the puns, but apparently not today. Of course, Leonardo couldn’t be happier about having this second chance. Where, in this new reality, if he closed his eyes and listened to the sounds of his alternate brothers run around the lair, it all seemed like a bad dream.

BUT. One thing was getting on his nerves, one thing he hadn’t quite anticipated: himself. Or, his younger self, that is. There was just something about his other self that rubbed him the wrong way.

He wondered if it was because his shorter, louder counterpart was a reminder of everything about himself he had to leave behind. His performative ego, his endless jokes, and the flamboyant flair he used to bring to every conversation- all of it haunting him like the ghost of who he used to be, a reminder that this family wasn’t his family… Or maybe, Leonardo really was more annoying as a kid than he remembered.

But today was already a bad day. He had intended to sleep in, to catch up on a fraction of the years of sleepless nights, but he instead had woken up to angry yelling and shouting. Leonardo nearly had a panic attack. It had all been fine, of course. The Krang were gone, and he knew that, and yet… The reason for the noise had been Mikey arguing with the others over his recent victory in another “all-night-video-game-ultra-mega-championship,” as they called it, and it had apparently been a very close win.

Leonardo had rushed in to see what was going on, weapons drawn, only to be greeted by 3 sleep deprived sore losers, and one very sore winner. “You’re just mad you don’t have my mad skills!” Mikey had taunted gleefully from a pile of cushions, “AND YOU NEVER WILL!!” he giggled, running past Leonardo to run to the kitchen. His other self and the younger Donnie followed swiftly behind, followed by “oh yeah?” and “we’ll see about that, Miguel!”

“You okay there, Leo?” Raph said, snapping him from his thoughts. Leonardo sighed, “Yes, sorry-Raph.” His voice caught on his brother’s name, the syllable catching in his throat. He hadn’t said it in a long time. “You sure? ‘Cause you may be old, but Istill know a sad Leo when I see one. Can’t pull one over on big brother Raph! …Or, I guess… little brother Raph?” He offered, giving a shy smile.” Leonardo let out a small laugh, and his heart twisted. Images of his past flashed through his mind as he remembered his own Raph, and how he too had been focused on others, even while he lay dying. He shook the thought away. “No, buddy. I’m fine, really. Just… getting used to seeing everyone.” The “again” left off of the statement hung heavy in the air, unspoken. “Okay, well, if you need anything, I’m here to talk. We all are.” Raph patted Leonardo’s robotic arm as he, too, moved to the kitchen for breakfast. Leonardo didn’t follow.

With an eventful morning behind him, Leonardo now stood in the training room, blowing off some steam. He had removed his bulky prosthetic, allowing his skin to breath as he went to work on a punching bag. (He also knew that his metallic enhancement packed quite the punch, so to speak, and didn’t want to break their things.) He continued to grind his teeth absent minded, and could hear a quiet purple thought berating him for it, about how there were no dentists, let alone ones mutant dentists, in the wasteland of New York. Other multi-colored jabs and laughs climbed his consciousness like bittersweet cobwebs that couldn’t be cleared. He ignored the thoughts best he could and struck harder. He kicked and punched with his good arm, and finally got a rhythm going when his focus was broken by an all too familiar voice.

“Working on the old 1-2, ey old me?” Leo said, bouncing on his feet and holding up his fists in a faux fight stance.

Leonardo paused. He hadn’t even heard Leo come in the room. Not now, he thought. Please not now.

“or should I say just the 1? Haa! Up top!”

His younger self held up a hand for a high five, but Leonardo just sighed and began to go at the bag again. Leo awkwardly tried to play it off, scooping his hand behind his head. “Sooo,” he began, “what’s been going on in that old nog of ours? Cause I kinda get the feeling somethings up, I mean, you never miss Mikey’s breakfast, but I’m not sure- You’d think I’d be pretty good at reading myself, but I guess I fall a little short,” he said, emphasizing their height difference with another wave of his hand in a mock salute gesture.

Leonardo’s rhythm was fully thrown off now, and sighed as he turned to face himself. “You sure talk with your hands alot,” he said, his one hand on his hip. “Well, sure!” the younger him replied, throwing on his trademark smirk, “guess you kinda don’t though, right?” Leonardo huffed, “look kid, I’m really not in the mood.” He brushed past Leo and stated towards the doorway.

“What, no time for some self love and, one could say, brotherly bonding?” Leo said, his tone full of fake hurt.

“Nope.” Leonardo said, not even turning to face him.

“Uh, aren’t you forgetting something?”

Leo turned and realized he had left his replacement appendage on the floor, though now it was haphazardly draped over his other self’s shoulders.

“Please don’t play with that-“ Leonardo began, but he was quickly cut off by his own voice-

“I have to say it is rather disarming to see you without it.”

Leonardo lunged for the arm, but he wasn’t fully used to swift movements without the extra weight, so the spryer Leo easily dodged.

“I got to hand it to you though, it’s a very cool arm.” Another dodge. “Bet it’s good for fighting, too. D’you get it from an arms dealer?” Leo hefted the arm like a bat, the elbow bending and creaking at a tense angle.

“Leo, careful-“ Leo laughed as he, again, dodged under Leonardo’s reaching hand.

“Can it shoot lasers or anything?” He mused, turning it over at an odd angle, and the joint made a painful sound as it jostled. A chill ran through Leonardo, as a phantom pain shoot through his stump, and the memory of impossibly sharp tentacles flooded his thoughts.

“THAT DOES IT-“ Leonardo roared, tackling his younger self, sending the arm clattering to the floor. He pressed Leo into the mat, able to pin him with just one hand. “I’ve had it up to HERE with your nonsense, Leo,” he spit, “I can take a good joke, believe me! I’m YOU, for crying out loud, but you DO. NOT. mess around with and joke about my arm. About everything I sacrificed, about what WE ALL sacrificed! About the last thing Don made for Raph, and the feeling of taking it back, and what I had to…to…” A droplet of wet fell onto his younger face. He was crying. The last time cried was…

He refocused his blurry eyes beneath him. His younger self lay shocked and speechless. He almost looked afraid. Leonardo pulled his arm away, releasing Leo and drawing into a seat on the floor, holding up his head with his hand. “…I’m sorry,” he managed, letting his eyes dry.

“I… no, don’t worry about it.” Leo said quietly, as he stood and gingerly picked up the large prosthetic. He walked it back to where his older self sat, and placed it by his side. “I didn’t realize it was… so important,” he continued, “I actually do think its really cool- but that seems kinda stupid now, huh.”

Leonardo sighed. “We’re both a little stupid, kid.” He said, jostling Leo’s head with his hand, “That’s something about us that doesn’t go away, trust me.” His younger self grinned, “oh darn, there goes my secret dream of overthrowing Donnie!” He said sarcastically, both of them unable to resist a joke even in the midst of an serious conversation.

“Well, some things never change, Lil Leo,” Leonardo said, as he re-attached his link to the past, readjusting its heavy weight. “Some things never change.” Leonardo stood and offered Leo a non-metal hand up. He took it.

“They sure don’t!” Leo smiled, “You hungry? Cause Mikey made way too much mac and cheese again.” Leonardo chuckled, “Of course he did.” A genuine, relaxed smile spread across Leonardo’s face for the first time in since they closed the portal door.

“Of course he did.”

End

It’s a LOT longer than I meant it to be and idk I think the pacing is a bit off, but I wrote and edited it in 3 hours as the sun rose so I can live with that. Let me know your thoughts!!

[futuremrsdrcullen]

Aren't We Just Terrified - Part Two

Part Two of the New Moon reader insert fic that I've been promising for FAR far too long.

Summery- The idea of facing mortal danger just to see a ghost of him almost sounded rational here.

I watched as Bella hugged her chest to keep herself whole. I stood by as she chased adrenaline for the smallest glimpse of Edward.

I didn’t feel perfect- standing there didn’t heal me. I let out a small humorless laugh and shook my head accepting that I couldn’t keep pretending that there was never a wound in the first place.

Word Count- 8,284

Warnings- This is New Moon, so it's a lot darker than the first. IF YOU HAVEN'T READ I'm Always in This Twilight READ THAT FIRST!! Depression, abandonment, misunderstandings, break ups, Age gaps because of vampires, angst! It's very angsty, but it gets better! I promise it has a very happy ending.

Notes from me- My name is Claire and this is my second love child. I have finally finished my version of New Moon and I could not be more excited for you guys to see it.

This is book 2 of probably 5 so stayed tuned for the rest of them.

I DO NOT own The Twilight Saga. All rights go directly to S. Meyer.

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Thank you for being here, I Love you <3

Aren't We Just Terrified - Part Two

OCTOBER

NOVEMBER

DECEMBER

JANUARY

Funny thing, Time is.

If I think about what day it is, it feels like time is flying past, just a blur of motion surrounding me.

But all of the things that happened before September, the good things, the things that killed me to think about, those all feel like a lifetime away.

Funny, that even though I wish it would all stop, time keeps moving on.

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Dad and Bella were fighting in the kitchen. He finally had the courage to bring up Renee's idea. I knew she wouldn’t go. It probably would only make her worse anyhow. 

“I have to get to school.” I heard her chair scrape across the kitchen floor as I descended the stairs. “I’ll make plans with Jessica… Maybe I won’t be home for dinner. We’ll go see a movie.” I doubted Jessica would even give her the time of day anymore.

Dad didn’t say anything else. I watched as Bella rushed out the front door. She didn’t say anything to me, if she even saw me standing there.

I sighed and went into the kitchen. Dad was still sitting at the table, face in his hands. My heart broke for him. Well, what was left of my heart that could break, broke for him then. I couldn’t imagine what it was like for him to watch her suffering day in, day out. I sat next to him in the chair that Bella had left open. 

“I hate seeing her like this… It can't be normal.”

“None of this is normal.” I said quietly. He choked out a laugh.

“I worry about you too, you know?” He grabbed my hand, I shivered at his touch reflexively, but nodded. “You quit your job-” 

“Technically I was fired…” I was handling the separation… better than Bella, at least. Dad was right, I had gotten fired, because I just stopped going. It was too painful to be there most days. My boss told me I could come back when I was ready. I didn’t think I ever would be.

“Because you never went in. You cut your hair, and now you barely leave the house. You don’t even write anymore.” I read in a magazine that a ‘post-breakup’ haircut gives some people clarity, or gives them back some kind of control of their own lives. It helped marginally, I felt more in control, I just hadn’t decided if I wanted to be or not. I didn’t write anymore, that was true, I just couldn't bring myself to ‘express myself’.

“I’m trying…”

“I know, I see that.” He squeezed my hand. “Both of you are doing better. I just wish I could make it better for you somehow.”

“If only it were that easy.” I found any excuse to not have to leave. Bella went to school, though her grades definitely took a hit, but she woke up everyday, got dressed, and went to school. I did not fare as well, but I wanted to try and now was as good a time as any to start anew.

 Silently cursing that I’d had him pick up the few groceries we’d needed yesterday; I sighed and tried to think of what I could do. I could get dressed, I could leave the house, at least. That would ease his mind a bit. “I was thinking of going out today, anyway. I need a few new books to read and maybe a new notebook for writing. I’ll go to a couple stores.”

He smiled softly and nodded, “Good. That’s good. I’ve got to get to work, but you’ll call if you need anything?” 

“Sure.”

He kissed my head “Love you kid.” 

“You too Dad.” He shuffled out the front door. 

I laid my forehead on the table in front of me, trying to brainstorm an actual idea of where I could go. 

~~

It took a few hours, but once I was in my car it felt like a force was pulling me to their old driveway. I had to chase the urge to find even the smallest trace of him. Something, anything , to prove that it was real at all. I spent more time there than in my own home last summer. Driving there felt like second nature. 

I got lost in my thoughts on the drive over and before I knew it, I was pulling into their driveway. It took me a second to recognize the house. The grass has started to grow up around the edges of everything. Ivy was everywhere. It didn’t take long before nature moved to reclaim what had once belonged to it.

It was still beautiful, still took my breath away. Except now, it looked like no one had ever been here at all. There was no life left here. Just what remains after a bunch of dusty, old vampires left with no regard for the lives they destroyed in their wake.

Maybe I was still a little bitter, but there was this insistent screaming in the back of my head. What if this was it? What if this is all I get? Every woman who had loved my Dad left him, Bella’s first love ended the same way. All of my relationships ended in my own heartbreak. What if we were cursed and I wasn’t going to get anything more then what this was and it’s already over? How could I not be at least a little bitter? I wanted this to make me feel normal again.

I turned my car off and found the key to my house on the key chain. ‘ It’s yours- as long as you want it.’ I could hear the words in my head, but before now, I'd never been past this point. I hadn’t thought about going in.

I held the key to the house in my hand and squeezed it til I felt the teeth press against my palm. It didn’t hurt. I just held tightly on to it, like if I tried hard enough, I could crumble it to dust. Without the key, I would have no way of getting inside. Still it didn’t bend.

The day he left, he’d ask me to take care of his plants. I didn’t know why, considering I’d never successfully taken care of a plant in my life, nor had I ever seen a live plant in their house and yet, in a moment of pure heartbreak, he asked me to water his fucking plants. I didn’t. I think it was safe to assume those plants were very, very, dead by now. 

This was only the second time I had made it to their house at all, and the first was just days after they left, but I never actually made it out of my car. I just sat there crying into my hands until the sun went down, until I was sure Dad and Bella were in bed, then I drove straight home and didn’t think to come back.

Until today.

Today, I got out of the car. My lip trembled, and tears welling in my eyes. But as I tried to blink them away; I wished I didn’t miss him so much. I wanted to be stronger.

I built up my courage like a fire in my chest. Each sharp, shaky breath moved me closer to the door. I put one foot on the porch and the whole thing froze over. I half expected him to swing the door open. I clenched my eyes close, but I could still picture it. Him swinging the door open, his golden eyes finding mine. I could feel his hand on my cheek, his lips on mine. Everything felt better, for just a moment.

When I opened my eyes, the door was still closed and everything still ached.

Another deep breath got me to the door and I got it unlocked and open on the exhale. As shaky as it was, it was my last solid breath before I fell to pieces again.

Everything was there. Absolutely everything. Besides the dust cloths, it looked the exact same. I flipped the light switch expecting nothing to happen, but the room still flooded with light. They had left everything behind here too. Nothing mattered enough for them to take it with them. The trash can I used to empty the dustpan after sweeping up was still in the middle of the room, now missing a trash bag.

Everything here had just been discarded so they could start over.

Including Bella and me.

I walked further into the room. I pulled the dust cover off of the closet chair, and fell into it. I didn’t notice that it was the chair, the same chair I'd fallen apart in when he’d first told me he was a vampire. I could see the dining room from here. My tea set from Rosalie and Emmett on the table. 

It all felt hopeless, he still wasn’t here. I just wanted to feel him again. The chair was here, the teapot was here, but he wasn't. I had started to feel so comfortable here. I was in love with the idea of forever with them; with him.

The fact that all of this was still here, covered up, discarded…

Was all just bullshit.

I started really crying at some point. I noticed I wasn’t really breathing and all I could make were these horrible gasping sounds. Even here, a place I had once felt so safe, I couldn’t keep the demons away. 

I didn’t make it past the living room.

By the time I could stand again, the sun had started to set.

I just drove back home.

~~

I often dreamt of him.

My dreams were the only place I could still find happiness with him.

We would be watching Buffy, or sitting across from each other while I wrote and he did paper work. Domestic dreams that brought me comfort in a world of pain and chaos.

The dream I had after the first time I’d gone back to their house felt new and, like the rest of them, felt real. I hadn’t been hiking with him in months, it was too cold. When the snow finally started to melt and we headed up the mountain. It wasn’t raining and I was so in awe of him. We passed through patches of sunlight and I couldn’t help but watch the light dance along his skin. 

We could have hiked for the usual hour, or many more. It all felt the same. I really only paid attention to his face. Once we reached the top, he plucked a lupine flower from the patch near the treeline and handed it to me. We sat on the ground, near the edge of the cliff and watched the water below. I played with the petals in my hand.

“I wish… I wish it didn’t hurt so much. When you’re gone.” I whispered to him.

His smile didn’t falter. “Why would I leave?” The question caught me off guard. I didn’t have any anwer. We were so happy. Everything was so right. Why would he leave? Why did I feel like there was a hole in my chest? I didn’t have to explain my confusion. “I’m right here, Cara. My heart will always be yours.”

He leaned in and I let him kiss me. I felt his cool touch on my cheek and leaned into it. I let his comfort wash over me. I pulled back just to look at him again. I smiled as his eyes met mine. 

My voice never rose above a whisper, “I love you.”

“I love you, Y/n”

There was something beeping as he said my name. I blinked a few times and the dream faded. I was still in my room. It was raining and everything was gray and my alarm clock was going off. I could barely see the button through my tears. Once I got it off, reality set in.

Nothing was golden and soft like it had been. He had still left. He was still gone. 

I’d grown numb to the pain in my chest, although I once thought I never would. I still laid there shaking and sobbing, but I’d always managed to keep the noise down. Dad would have run in at the first sign of me crying, like he did with Bella, but I didn’t want him to. 

I needed to do this alone. It was better that way.

The only person who could really comfort me, never would again.

~~

It took me a few weeks to pull back out of the darkness I had fallen back into. 

Bella started spending most of her time down on the reservation. She was almost showing improvement. Some days she actually smiled again. Usually when she was talking about Jacob. 

Dumped by one supernatural and jumped right into the arms of another.

Probably.

Though I guess I didn’t know for a fact that Jacob was a werewolf yet. There were whispers about the other boys around town. They’d all gone from regular boys to full grown men in a matter of days. First with Sam, then Jared, who I’d only heard of, but didn’t know personally, two others, names I didn’t recognize. It all started the same way. 

“They must live at the gym”

“I want some of what they’re having.”

“Wow, how are they all so hot?”

That last one always felt icky. Considering most of them, besides Sam, were under-age. Even Sam was only 19, maybe 20 now. Do werewolves even age? Like the transformation into a vampire freezes your mental state. Edward would always be 17 and Emmett would always be 20. Did they age until they became werewolves? Then what?

It didn’t matter. I avoided them like the plague. I no longer had any interest in the supernatural. Dad had made reference to me joining Bella on her trips down there, I was friends with Sam and Leah once. I could go and try to catch up with them, but I always found a few excuses. He never pressed. Maybe Bella was ready to dive head first into werewolf territory, but I simply refused. 

Then Bella smashed her head ‘hiking’ and had to get stitches; which felt like normal Bella stuff, but I still didn’t know how I felt about her monster replacement, especially now since she was doing dangerous things with him. 

Now she was hiking with him while there were murderous ‘bears’- probably just the wolves- running around. If I had to guess, I’d say she was looking for the meadow Edward used to take her, but that was just a guess. On today's agenda though, the very daunting task of seeing a movie with friends, where one Mike Newton was not supposed to get the wrong idea.

Neither was Jake, who was 16 and flirted with her non-stop, and possibly a werewolf.

Bella really was a danger magnet.

And I was a hypocrite.

I had just spent literal hours climbing around the forest trying to find the place Carlisle took me. At least she had the possible werewolf to protect her. I was alone. And having no luck The ‘path’ was completely overgrown, not even a trace of it left.

I had to blame the dream for the recent influx of dangerous activity. I hadn’t thought of the cliff side since before they left. But now there was a voice in my head I couldn’t tune out, screaming that mabe, just maybe, I could find some trace of him there. 

Though at this point, I figured I'd never find it.

Edward told Bella it would be as if they never existed and standing here, out of breath, alone in the woods I understood why. By the time we thought to check somewhere, Forks had already begun to reclaim it.

I walked for 15 minutes in a straight line before giving up and returned to their front porch. Between the rain, the brush, and the weeks I’d spent doing practically nothing, I couldn’t do it. I would come back the next day, and every day after that until I found it. 

Or, I guess until the wolves ate me.

I did actually start writing again. Usually from my car in their driveway, or on the front porch. I really wanted to write from the top of the cliff, but I had to find it first.

And not the short stories of magical worlds like before. Just really existential poetry. I took a poetry class where I learned basically nothing. It didn’t make my poetry better, but I did, however, take one thing from it. 

At one point, the guy teaching rolled up his sleeve and had a bunch of seemingly random words written on his arms. The words were just things he saw, like ‘Cow print shoes’ or ‘empty shampoo bottle’. He would then take these things and somehow turn it into some of the most beautiful poetry. 

I was working with ‘ magic words ’ and ‘ small town gossip ’ while sitting on the edge of their porch. Twisting and turning those words, trying to find more meaning in them then there was; I tapped my pen against the wood beneath me and stared at the empty page, hoping something, anything would just magically come to me. Even if it was bad, it would be something .

After too many hours and a poem I only kinda half liked. I decided to call it a night. I wanted to believe finding the cliff would give me…I dunno, closure? No… Clarity, maybe? Or I hoped for at least some inspiration while I was there.

~~

It took me a few solid tries to find the stupid cliff, but when I reached the top I felt like I could actually breathe. It was a breath of relief, only because finding it meant I didn’t have to hike anymore. It didn’t even match the dream. I had worked for months on end just for this disappointing conclusion. It was misty and cold and the flowers hadn’t bloomed yet. 

 And he wasn’t here. I knew he wouldn’t be, but I had hoped he would be up here, waiting for me to figure it out. I felt like I could scream, but I didn’t want the attention that that might bring and I no longer had it in me to cry the way I needed. I hardly had anything left at all. 

I stood there, staring out at the open water, wishing he’d walk through the tree line. As angry as I was pretending to be, I desperately wanted this to come true. I wanted to yell at him and cry while he held me. I wanted him to apologize and promise to never do it again. I wanted to forgive him. Or I at least wanted the choice.

Bella had told me about her dances with danger when I pressed for answers about her head wound. She told me about the bar bikers, and the bikes her and Jake fixed. She even told me about her cliff diving intentions; which I tried to talk her out of it but she assured me it was mostly safe. 

The idea of facing mortal danger just to see a ghost of him almost sounded rational here.

I watched as Bella hugged her chest to keep herself whole. I stood by as she chased adrenaline for the smallest glimpse of Edward.

I didn’t feel perfect- standing there didn’t heal me. I let out a small humorless laugh and shook my head accepting that I couldn’t keep pretending that there was never a wound in the first place.

I let myself fall apart yet again.

~~

Bella was getting bad again. Jacob had cut her out of his life because he was turning into a werewolf, probably. No one could confirm that of course, but I’d started to hear the small small town gossip.

Dad and I had just started to clean up after dinner when Bella threw open the front door. She came into view and Dad started to question her.

“Where have you been?” He must have called the Stanleys, Bella had never been good at covering her tracks.

Wisely she stuck to the truth, I started on the dishes. “I was hiking.”

“What happened to going to Jessica’s?” 

“I didn’t feel like Calculus today.”

Dad crossed his arms, “I thought I told you to stay out of the forest?” I knew he would say that, which is why I hadn’t told him I had started hiking as well.

Maybe I was also a danger mangent, and probably a hypocrite.

“Yeah I know, don’t worry. I won’t do it again.” her voice shook a little as she spoke which made both me and Dad look at her. She was a mess; She looked like she had seen a ghost, and not the kind she had been trying to see. There were leaves and twigs in her hair.

“What happened?” Dad demanded.

Her hesitation spoke volumes, “I saw the bear.” There was a fake calmness behind her already shaky voice. “It’s not a bear though- It’s some kind of wolf. And there are five of them. A big black one, and gray, and reddish-brown…” I snorted a laugh and quickly covered my mouth with my hand. 

“Sorry. Wolves… in Forks, how strange.” I took a sip of my coffee and looked back at the sink. 

Dad’s eyes were wide as he looked at me with bewilderment, before he crossed the room to her and grabbed the tops of her arms. “Are you okay?”

She nodded weakly. Her calm facade had gone right out the window. I crossed the room as well to show support, but I let Dad do the comforting.

“Tell me what happened.”

“They didn’t pay any attention to me. But after they were gone, I ran away and I fell down a lot.”

Dad let go of her shoulders and hugged her tightly instead. I was glad she was okay, but of course they didn’t go after her. She was friends with them. 

Though I did wonder what they were after, if not her. Or why didn’t they just tell her it was them and save her the panic. Maybe they couldn’t talk as wolves and when they’d shifted back they were completely naked, then I guess I got it. I wondered how much of this story she was leaving out for Dad’s sake and I tried not to laugh again.

After a few moments Dad spoke again. “ Wolves?” Duh, Dad… He was completely unaware of all the supernatural in his small town. I was just surprised Bella hadn’t pieced it together already. 

“What?”

“The ranger said the tracks were wrong for a bear- but wolves just don’t get that big…”

“These were huge .” I laughed again.

“How many did you say you saw?” he glared at me over her shoulder, I put my hands up and mouthed a sorry.

“Five” I didn’t know who that accounted for, but the numbers added up.

Dad shook his head, frowning with anxiety, before he put on his stern cop voice. “No more hiking.”

“No problem.” She promised.

Dad called the station to report the wolves. Bella sat down at the table and placed her forehead on the cool surface. I sat next to her, nudging her with my foot. “Of course it’s wolves, right?” I grinned at her, half expecting her to get it, but she just looked confused.

“I just hope they can catch them before they hurt anyone else.” She shuttered. She really didn’t know who the wolves were. I guess there was the possibility that she did know, and I was wrong, but that seemed highly implausible. 

“Are you hungry? I made salmon patties.”

She shook her head. “Just tired.” She got up from the table and made for the stairs.

“Hey,” Dad caught her before she could get away. His voice sounded oddly suspicious. “Didn’t you say Jacob was gone for the day?”

“That’s what Billy said .” She seemed confused that he was in detective mode now, but I could tell he believed her.

“Huh.”

“Why?” She was clearly annoyed with his doubt, but to be fair, she did lie to him about where she was going today. 

“Well, it's just when I went to pick up Harry, I saw Jacob out in front of the store down there with some of his friends. He looked strange, like he was upset about something. And… different. It’s like you can watch that kid growing! He gets bigger every time I see him.”

Yup, definitely werewolves. And he wasn’t being suspicious of her, he was being suspicious for her. Which was a nice change.

“Billy said Jake and his friends were going to Port Angeles to see some movies-”

I added, “They were probably just waiting for someone to meet them.” I didn’t know why I felt the need to defend them. I think, mostly, I just didn’t want dad to go down there and check it out. 

“Oh” He seemed convinced and sat back down at the table, before going back to his fishing magazine. Bella checked the locks again before going upstairs. I felt my heart give out a little, as much as I couldn’t believe she didn’t know who the wolves were, I hated to see her so scared. 

I finished the dishes as Dad went up to his room for the night. Bella’s bedroom light was off, but I could faint shuffling, like she was tossing and turning. There was no way she was going to get a goodnight sleep if she was this restless, so I knocked softly on her door. 

“Uhm…” more shuffling “Yeah? Come in.”

I peeked into the room. Only her bedside light was on. “It’s just me. Still shaken up?”

She breathed a sigh of relief and nodded. “They were huge, Y/n. Like monsters from movies, huge.”

I held back a laugh, “We would know, right?” She cringed, clearly I was just humoring myself. “Look, let's get your mind off of it.  We can go to Port Angeles, and make bad decisions. Ya know, ‘sisterly bonding’.” I put extra emphasis on the sisterly bonding part.

“What did you have in mind?” She gave me the same look Dad gives me when he knows I’m up to something.

I grinned, “Come on, Bells~ the worst decisions are never planned. I have a feeling we’ll know what it is when we see it.” I quirked an eyebrow up at her, still grinning. “You in?”

She only hesitated for a second.

“Hell yeah.”

~~

Bella and I got dressed in some casual clothes and headed to Port Angeles. The drive was long and slow and I had no idea where we were going, but I knew we’d find something. Probably…

“Bella…” I tried to get her attention. “This is supposed to be fun. To take your mind off of all the crazy from today.”

“I know it’s just…” her grip didn’t loosen around her chest. “Do you remember last year, when James decided to track me?”

“Of course.” It’d been a nightmare. The first time I thought I’d lose her, though then I didn’t know what I was losing her to exactly.

“Well, there were three vampires in James’ coven. James was killed. Laurent went to Denali; he wanted to change, to be like them . That just leaves Victoria.” I’d hear them talk about her in passing. She didn’t seem like a threat, I wondered why Bella was bringing this up. “She was in love with James, they were mates. And now that he’s dead, she wants revenge.” 

I rolled my eyes. “Of fucking course she does.” This supernatural stuff just never ends… “So what? She's back and you’re her revenge?”

“I think- at least that’s what Laurent said.”

I sharply turned to look at her, “When did you talk to him?”

“Focus on the road! Jeez…” I almost rolled my eyes again, but I did look back at the road. I hadn’t even swerved. “He was in the meadow. Jacob ditched me, so I went to find it myself and I found it. But Laurent was there looking for… them.” I held back a sigh. She still couldn’t even say their name. Not that I judged her, I couldn’t say his name either. “Apparently I caught him at a bad time. He was going to eat me-”

“Christ Bells”

“I know… I know. But apparently Victoria has way worse plans for me and he was ‘sparing me’  by just killing me then and there. Then the wolves showed up and he was scared of them, like he actually ran from them. And I ran the other way and I fell down a lot and I was certain he was gonna catch up to me, but he never did.”

“Of course it's wolves, and of course the vampires are still after you… This is exhausting, you know?”

She pulled her knees to her chest and nodded. She wrapped her arms around herself, trying to hold herself together. I knew what it felt like. I knew the pain she was feeling because I felt it too.

Even after all this time she was hardly a person. She was just a shell of who she used to be, an 18 year old girl who was thrown into a world that was way too big for her, despite how stubborn she is. 

And seeing her like this made me think about myself. What did I look like? If I carried the same pain, was I just a shell of who I was? I wanted to be past this; I did pretend that I was over it, maybe I looked a bit more like my old self.

I was still broken. She was too. Making bad and reckless decisions wouldn’t put us back together, but it sure did sound like fun. 

Then I saw it. The open light blinked on a street of mostly dark stores. I pulled into the parking lot and into a spot close to the front door. I grinned deviously at Bella who’s wide eyes had locked on to the store in front of us.

“Tattoos? Y/n, really?” She almost seemed reluctant.

“You don’t have to get anything, but I am and I need you to hold my hand.” I started to see a faint smile. 

“No, No… I’ll get one. I’m just surprised.” Her faint smile turned into genuine excitement. “Dad’s gonna kill you.”

I laughed and shrugged  “Probably.”

We got out of the car and headed inside. The place was fairly decent, for a late night tattoo shop in Port Angeles. It was on the upper scale of things. They were having a slow night so they gladly fit us in, and I let Bella go first.

As spontaneous as this was, we both knew what we wanted fairly quickly. Bella got a really simple I.XVII.MMV, her first day at FHS. I knew there was more to it, but I didn’t press.

I got a bundle of lupine flowers tied together with a blue ribbon on my forearm. Like the flowers from the cliff; the same kind he’d handed to me in my dream. She didn't press either.

I held her hand while the tattoo artist worked even though she didn’t seem bothered by the pain.  She’d watch him work for a second before turning away, never really letting her eyes linger. I guessed because of her aversion to blood. It didn’t take long at all and then it was my turn. I understood why Bella didn’t react to the pain, it didn’t feel like he was doing much of anything, just a numb kind of buzzing. I made Bella hold my hand anyway. 

I wondered if it was an easy spot or if it just didn’t feel like much of anything because of all we’d been through. I decided I would test that theory in a few months with a few more tattoos.

A couple of hundred dollars and a large tip later, we had new tattoos and were on our way home. Unsurprisingly, I almost cried when I saw the finished product. I had grown up surrounded by these flowers. When I first saw them on the cliff, I didn’t even think twice about them. But now, these flowers meant the world to me. 

For a moment, we felt normal. We laughed and planned the next tattoos we were going to get. When we got home my note was still by the door and I had no messages from dad. If he had stirred at all, he hadn’t noticed we’d snuck out. 

I crumbled the note and threw it away. “It’s better to not leave any evidence.” We both giggled as we headed upstairs. His soft snoring only confirmed my suspicions. I stopped at my door and turned to her. 

“Goodnight Bells.”

“Night… Hey, thanks for tonight. It was nice to feel like a normal 18 year old girl.”

“Anytime.” I smiled softly at her as she went into her room. I hoped she had a much easier time falling asleep after that.

~~

Dad had just left for work by the time I heard Bella shuffling around in her room. Then she came stomping down the stairs. She was frantic as she put on her jacket and laced up her shoes.

“Bella? Are you alright?” I called from the couch, quickly using the closest thing as a bookmark, in this case the tv remote, and going to the doorway.

She pulled the door open and was clearly in a rush to go but she still called back to me. “Wolves! Of course it’s fucking werewolves!”

I couldn’t stop the laughter that erupted from my chest. I was kinda surprised it took her this long to figure it out, but I was happy to be on this side of the discovery this time.

Werewolf or not, Rest in Peace Jacob Black I guess.

Maybe an hour later, I’d just barely got further in my book when my phone rang. I wasn’t expecting it to be Bella, but I answered it right away, assuming she needed me to help her hide his body. She didn’t even sound mad, though.

“Can you meet us at La Push, just past First Beach?”

“Who is us, and why?”

“Me and Jake and… the others.” Wolves, I guessed. “It’s about Victoria… They could use our help.”

“Bella…” I pinched the bridge of my nose and sighed. 

“Please, Y/n. I need you.”

So I agreed. She gave me some directions that, if followed correctly, led me to some house on the reservation where I would meet with a bunch of werewolves to discuss a murdery vampire bitch. In the rain. Why? 

Because Bella said she needed me and I’d do anything to help her.

Once I saw the house I knew It was the Young’s. I got there just as Bella and two boys were getting out of Bella's truck. Bella looked like she was going to pass out at any second but she lightened up a bit when she saw me. She hugged me when I got out of the car.

“Both of you? Sam just might kill Jake himself…” I didn’t know his name. He jumped out of the bed of Bella’s truck. Bella paled.

I put my hands up, “I wasn’t told anything. It’s not my fault it’s the perfect cliche...”

He rolled his eyes, but before I could say anything else Emily came out onto the porch. We had grown up distant friends. Dad would go fishing and the Clearwaters and I would go to Leah’s house and Emily was visiting all of the time. It had been years since I’d been out this way, at least since Dad decided I could be left to my own devices. I had heard the whispers of her ‘accident’ that left her nearly dead and brutally scarred. I’d never considered it could have been a wolf.

It hadn’t changed much about her at all. She was still stunningly gorgeous, despite how gruesome the town gossip had been. She smiled at me and my heart skipped a beat. 

“Boys, play nice.” She smiled at me then her eyes drifted to Bella, “ Oh, who’s this?”

“You remember Y/n, and this is Bella Swan.” She nodded looking from me to Bella.

“Leave it to Jacob to find a way around.” She suddenly seemed a bit more unfriendly, though I didn’t know why. Of all of us, Emily had always been the nice one. “So, you’re the vampire girl.”

Instinctively I grabbed Bella’s hand “I guess we both are…” though I didn’t want to be. I was already very annoyed that I found myself surrounded by more supernaturals. I had hoped it was over.

“Yes. And you’re the wolf girl.”  Everyone chuckled softly at Bella’s comeback. Emily smiled and nodded.

“I guess I am.” Her face was much warmer. “Though I have to say, I never expected anyone to tell you.” She turned to me, still smiling. 

“No one told me. I figured it out a long time ago. I’m only here because Bella ask-”

“Did your bloodsucker tell you what we are?” one of the other boys interjected. 

I tried very hard not to roll my eyes, but the irony got the best of me. I placed my hand on my forehead in an attempt to hide it. “Again, no. No one told me anything but it wasn’t hard to piece it together. You guys hate them and who hates Vampires more than Werewolves. Again, perfect cliche.”

“Where’s Sam?” Emily thankfully changed the subject.

“Bella, er, surprised Paul this morning.” One of the boys said. So, by deductive reasoning, neither of them were Paul, or obviously Sam or Jacob. I didn’t know who that left. I wondered how old the tall boy was. I thought he was around Jacobs age. How old do you have to be to get your wolfy powers? Maybe the Ateara boy, but I hadn’t heard anything about him.

I got distracted counting in my head. The rumors started with Sam then moved to Jared. Was Jared 16 yet? Then Paul and Embry then Jacob. So these boys must be Jared and Embry, probably, I just didn’t know who was who.

I almost missed them starting to drift inside. Bella held the door for me. 

“Bella, are you hungry? Y/n? You guys can help yourselves.” I stood by the table next to Bella, who grabbed a muffin. It seemed to help calm her nerves if nothing else. 

Emily tried to get the boys to save some for their brothers. I still debated who they were. Not that I was going to ask. And then Sam was there, lovingly calling for Emily, then kissing her like he’d never get the chance to again. I looked at the table, hoping my sadness didn’t show.

“Hey, none of that, I’m eating.”

“Then shut up and eat.”  Sam suggested before returning his attention to Emily. The other boy sighed and took another bite of his muffin. Bella and I looked away. I’m sure Bella felt the same pain I did at that moment.

“Y/n” My head snapped back to Sam, who locked eyes with me. “Jake warned Paul about you too.”

“Oh, cool.” I nodded. I wondered what that meant. Why would he have to warn anyone about me ?

“Though I have to say, I was pretty surprised myself. I had no idea you were involved with the Cullens- before today that is.” I didn’t know what to say. I was confused by his implications. I just stared with my mouth open trying to find words. “If… If  they hurt you at any point, either of you-” His eyes drifted to Bella.

“They didn’t.” I interrupted, before he could make Bella more uncomfortable. “I can promise, they never did anything they weren’t supposed to.” He almost laughed sarcastically. I wanted to keep going, but I wouldn’t in front of Emily.

My focus went back to Bella who had brightened up, now that Jacob had come inside. He smiled at Bella and grabbed two muffins before standing next to her and me, though he didn’t seem to notice me at all. I didn’t mind.

“Sorry about before.” he muttered under his breath. “How are you holding up?”

She assured him she was fine. It sounded convincing enough. She was probably much better knowing he was okay. I didn’t know what happened ‘before’, but I figured it was in part why Bella called me. Also when Paul came in the others settled a bet and they had mentioned that Bella ‘surprised Paul’. Jacob and Paul must have gotten into a fight about Bella and I knowing. 

I smiled at myself, I’d gotten pretty good at context clues stuff. Maybe I should be a detective. It’d make dad happy and-

Sam spoke loudly, interrupting my thoughts. “Hey, guys.” All the noise stopped, everyone turned to face him. Even mine and Bella’s attention shifted to him. He must be their leader. Which is kind of confusing, considering Jacob’s father is the chief. Maybe it was deeper than that. He continued, “Jacob has information for us. We’re hoping Bella and Y/n can help with that.”

“ I know what the redhead wants.”  his face got serious as he looked at the other boys who were here before. “That's what I was trying to tell you before. She is trying to avenge her mate- only it’s not the black-haired leech we killed. The cullens got her mate last year and she’s after Bella now.”

I swore under my breath. Everyone seemed to be a bit shocked by the news. I was shocked they managed to kill a vampire, and appeared to be unscathed. I figured Bella had been right, but it was still hard to hear the confirmation.

“She’s just a girl.” 

“I didn't say it made sense. But that’s why the bloodsuckers been trying to get past us-”

“She's been trying to get to Forks…” I added, pulling their open mouth stares from Bella to me.

“Excellent.” someone said, a smile forming on his lips,  “We’ve got bait. “

 Jacob threw what looked like a can opener at the boy, and it probably would have hit him in the jaw, but he caught it with ease, because he’s a werewolf.

At the same time, Jacob and I both said “Bella’s not bait.” For once I sided with Jacob Black. 

“You know what I mean,”

“So we’ll be changing our patterns,” Sam said, ignoring their squabble.  “We’ll try leaving a few holes, and see if she falls for it. We’ll have to split up, and I don’t like that. But if she’s really after Bella, she probably wants to try to take advantage of our divided numbers.”

“Quil’s got to be close to joining us,” So I was right the first time. The boys had to be Jared and Embry and I guessed Jared was the one Jacob threw a can opener at.

They planned this like it was a battle strategy. It kinda was for them. Emily looked nervous about the plans, and to be fair, all of this was nerve racking. I place my arms around Bella’s shoulders in an attempt to comfort her. 

I think that’s why she wanted me here in the first place. I couldn’t contribute much other than moral support. The only vampires I had met were the Cullens. Rogue vampires were not my specialty. Unless you count my endless Buffy the Vampire Slayer knowledge, which had proven mostly useless in the face of real life vampires.

“What about Charlie?”  Of course Bella was still worried about others before herself.

“March Madness is still going,” Jacob said. “I think Billy and Harry can manage to keep Charlie down here when he’s not at work.”

“And you?” Bella looked up at me. I started to object, to remind her that I would be fine. I wasn’t the one she was after. 

Sam held up a hand and cut me off. “Wait, that’s what Jacob thinks is best, but you need to decide for yourselves…” He kept going but I stopped listening. This was for Bella. Of course it would be safer here for Bella, and probably even dad. I didn’t think I could say the same for myself. I had never been one to attract unwanted attention. The Cullens were here for months before they noticed me. Honestly, if the bitch wanted to come after me I’d just let her, but that was easy to say, since she didn’t want me, just Bella. I don’t think she would have looked twice at me.

I had nothing to worry about and everything to lose. If she got to Dad or Bella, it would destroy me. 

Bella must have something really funny because the boys started laughing. I tried to pick up where the conversation had led as their laughter shook the walls. Emily and Bella shared a look that made me believe the boys were just being cocky. I could tell how worried Emily was for Sam, and Bella for Jacob. 

I understood Embry and Jared's disgust.

Bella’s arms wrapped tightly around her chest again. 

“The rest of the food is ready.” Emily announced. I pretended to munch on whatever Bella set in front of me and thanked Emily graciously. At times Sam would try to pull me aside. I think because we had once been friends he felt some obligation to protect me and I avoided him like the plague. Once Dad met us down there avoiding him was very easy.

I knew he just wanted to keep me, Bella, and Dad safe, but also a part of me screamed that this was just werewolves wanting to kill a vampire.

Either way, I couldn’t find it in me to care. 

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It was spring break in Forks again and Bella would usually wake up and go straight to La Push. Dad woke up, went to work, then went to La Push for March Madness.

I went ‘job hunting’. Dad was happy I was trying to function again. Bella was content with the knowledge I wasn’t at the house, if Victoria came there.

Truthfully, I usually went hiking. I always went to their house, even though I couldn’t go into the house. Anytime I tried I just fell apart, not once had I even made it past the living room.

I would just sit in my car in the driveway and listen to the rain or, if the weather was nice I’d sit on the porch and read. This particular day, like so many others, I hiked up the mountain. I sat on the edge letting my feet dangle over, and just watched the water bellow. Occasionally picking up a rock and counting the seconds before it hit the water. It was oddly therapeutic.

I pulled a pen from my shirt pocket and wrote ‘delayed splash’ on my arm.

Bella left early that morning to go to the beach with Jake. I wondered if today was the day they planned for cliff jumping, though I hoped they wouldn’t. There was an awful storm brewing in the distance and I could just barely see the clouds already coming this way. Not to mention Bella and I still had relatively fresh tattoos, which might be fine by now, but a few more days of healing couldn’t be a bad thing. 

I also wanted to be out of the woods before the storm. Dad had messaged me not too long after I had made it out there. Harry Clearwater had a heart attack and they didn't think he would make it. The elders weren’t werewolves, and he wasn’t going to heal. I didn’t want to make everything worse by being lost in the woods during a storm. 

I wanted to be there for Dad, but I would wait til he got home. I thought about Sue. I wanted to say something, but I didn’t even know where to begin. What do you say to someone who’d lost the love of their life. I knew that tonight, everyone would be feeling this loss.

Though I knew better, I hoped Harry would pull through. I hoped for Sue, Leah and Seth. For Dad too. 

I took a deep cleansing breath as a few raindrops hit my face. I tried to catch them in my hands. When they picked up speed I headed back down. I was soaked to the bone by the time I got back to my car.

I received the text from my Dad that Harry was gone.

I let myself cry for some time.

I lost track of time sitting there. My hair had started to dry. I figured there was nothing I could do but be home when Dad got there. I wanted to be the moral support I knew he needed. I wondered if anyone had told Bella. 

I went straight home the second I had cleared my eyes enough to see the road. I didn’t think Dad had made it home yet. Bella was there but her truck was still running in the driveway, both doors were wide open. 

Then I saw the shiny black Mercedes sitting by the road and I completely forgot how to breathe. I barely managed to pull into my spot in the driveway before I was shaking too much to move. I kept blinking and staring at it, half expecting it to disappear, half hoping it wouldn’t.

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[rhettabbotts]

honey i need more rhett and tillerson!reader accidental pregnancy PLEASE ....

maybe some angst this time?

BABY I AM SO GLAD YOU ASKED!!!!

you didn’t mean to get pregnant but you couldn’t put the blame on anyone. you and rhett were usually careful, but one night, you had gotten into a big argument with your dad which turned into an argument with your brothers. you called rhett and he met you at the end of the road that led to your ranches.

“where we goin’?” he asked you, a flash of worry in his eyes at your tear stained cheeks.

“far away from here.”

you ended up driving to the outskirts of town, finding a little motel to stay at for the night. you wanted to forget and rhett wanted to help. emotions were so high you didn’t think about a condom, you were on birth control so it didn’t phase you.

he drove you back home in the morning and you went straight to your room, ignoring your brothers attempts at apologies. a few weeks passed and you were feeling awful one morning, sick as a dog. things had been hectic so you hadn’t seen rhett since that night. you were sitting in the floor of your bathroom when it hit you. you were supposed to have your period a couple of weeks ago.

you immediately start shaking, on the verge of tears. you weren’t ready for a baby. you felt like you were going to be sick again. how would you tell your family that you were pregnant? let alone pregnant with rhett’s baby.

you called him and asked him to drive you into town. he could tell something was wrong when you got into his truck, saying little to nothing. you told him you needed to go to the drug store and he didn’t question it until you asked him to go in.

“i need you to buy a couple of pregnancy tests,” you said, picking at your thumb nail.

“what?”

“please, rhett.” he didn’t ask any questions as he took the money and walked into the store, his body feeling like it was in a different world. as he dropped them off on the counter, he tried his best to ignore the stares he got from the cashier and the patrons.

he handed the bag to you and drove you back to his house. luckily, everyone was out for the day so you could avoid any questions. he sat on his bed while he waited on you. you were in there for much longer than 15 minutes so he knocked on the door to check on you.

“you okay?” he said as he opened the door, finding you sitting on the edge of the bathtub with your head in your hands, two positive pregnancy tests sitting beside you.

“i don’t know what happened. i take my pill every day, we’re always careful,” you were sobbing now as he knelt down in front of you.

“we’ll figure something out,” he said as he held on to your hand.

telling your families was not an easy task. rhett’s family took it okay. his mom hugged you and told you that she’d help in any way she could. amy was excited to have a baby in the family. royal and perry weren’t too thrilled, but congratulated you nonetheless. rhett wanted to be with you when you told your family but you figured it would be best to do it on your own.

you first sat your brothers down and told them. you would’ve thought you told them the world was ending by the way they reacted. they started shouting at you, asking you how stupid could you be, ignoring the tears that flowed down your face.

“you better not tell dad. you’ll kill him.” billy said to you.

“i think it’d be best for you to leave,” luke said, acting like he couldn’t even look at you.

at this point, the abbotts are welcoming you with open arms. you stay with them for a couple of weeks until your family cools down, somewhat coming around to the fact that you’re having a child. things are still tense and you still stay with the abbotts but maybe once the baby is born things will change, at least you hope so.

sorry i got carried away and it’s not Super angsty but i love the idea of tillerson!reader sm

[mindofharry]

Stepdadrry pleaseeeee ❤️❤️❤️❤️

A small little angsty blurb of harry having to deal with a moody child for the first time! enjoy!

Being a dad is something harry has always wanted.

It’s something he’s dreamt about. So when he met you, it was like fate. You two had met at a museum, Y/N was doing the tours and harry was new to town. Harry had been looking for a home for quite a long time and finally found a good one. The only downside was it was in a small village — or maybe it was good. When Harry first moved, he realised everyone in the village knew everyone. So when Harry permanently moved in, he was the talk of the town.

It died down after a few weeks, but he felt like a proper celebrity.

After finding a job in a local café, Harry went exploring and came across Y/N’s small museum. It was nothing fancy, but it looked like the town came together and put this museum up with historical facts about the village. It was something super special, and harry was glad he got to be apart of this.

When he first saw Y/N, his heart practically burst out of his chest. Harry bit his lip and his eyes widened as she turned around from behind the desk. Her long hair was in neat braids, and she was wearing this beautiful yellow sun dress. Y/N had paint on her hands and arms and a flower tucked behind her ear. There was one word to describe Y/N and that word was; perfect.

“Are you new to town? I haven’t seen you around before” Y/N asked with a big smile, maybe because she was so excited a new person was here or because he was the most beautiful man she’d ever seen.

“Yeah, I moved here two weeks ago. You’re the first person to have an actual conversation with me” Harry said leaning against the wall. Y/N shook her head and took the flower out of her hair placing it on his harry coat pocket.

“Well, aren’t you lucky?”

And Harry was.

After asking her on a date he knew she was the one. Y/N is kind, selfless and so funny. He found is other match. On the third date, Y/N seemed nervous. Like she was itching to tell him something. Harry then started to get anxious, thinking this is it, this is the time she breaks up with me. So the night was tense, everyone felt it. When dinner was over, Harry drove you back to his and opened up a bottle of wine trying to ease the tension a little.

“I… I have to tell you something” Y/N said and put the glass of wine on the table. Harry nodded his head and took a deep breath in, preparing himself for the worst.

“I have a kid”

A kid?

Harry started to laugh.

“Baby, that’s what you were so afraid to tell me?” He giggled and Y/N nodded looking down at her feet. Harry sighed and placed his wine on the table, then lifting Y/N into his lap placing both of his hands on her cheeks.

“I do not care if you have children, Y/N. I like you and whatever comes with you. Tell me about them”

Y/N’s child is a boy, River, fours year old and a total sweetheart. He’s so smart and has the best manners. His dad is still in the picture, but he works a lot so he doesn’t get to see River as much as he’d like to. But there’s no bad blood between Y/N and River’s dad, the relationship just didn’t work out. But Y/N’s glad she’s gotten a second chance, because she’s found her soulmate. Some people aren’t ready to take on that role, and she’d never put anyone in that position unless they 110% ready for it. She knows River will absolutely love Harry.

Harry knew about River now, it was like a weight had lifted off of Y/N’s chest and she could fully relax now.

She wanted Harry to meet River as soon as possible, but she needed to wait it out a bit just in case something were to happen. She doesn’t want to introduce them and only for her and Harry to break up in a couple of weeks. It would be too confusing for everyone, so Harry and River didn’t meet until two months after Harry and Y/N made it official. Y/N had been dropping hints for those months, and River seems to like his dad’s girlfriend, so she thought now was the right time to do it.

“Hi buddy! I’m Harry” Harry introduced himself, giving River the teddy bear he picked up on the way here. Y/N smiled to herself as River hugged Harry. That surprised Harry a bit, but he quickly reciprocated the warm hug with a huge grin.

“You and mumma are together like daddy and Sandra?” River asked and Harry looked up to Y/N, she nodded.

“Yeah, we are together. Is that alright with you?”

River smiled and nodded, “Only if you watch Toy story with me.”

As time went on, River got more comfortable with Harry and vice versa. He didn’t call him dad or anything, nobody would force him to. But they do have special nicknames for each other and River once called Harry his best friend — which totally melted Y/N’s heart.

Harry is a such a great step dad. Y/N could ask for anyone better. He constantly supports Y/N and River in everything, and is just the best person to be around.

Harry and Y/N got married two years into their relationship when River turned six.

It’s been a tough year for River, since he just started school and is finding it hard to make friends. Y/N has talked to the school and they’ve said that this is very normal, and they’re going to encourage him and look after him every step of the way. Y/N has been looking for play therapists for days, but she’s still not sure on the idea.

But River has been acting out. Taking it out on Y/N and not being very nice to her. Harry hates it, he’s tried to tell him off in the nicest way possible, but he’s just not cut out for being bad cop. Usually Y/N says she can handle it, and she does.

But today was different.

After dropping River off at school Y/N and Harry decided to go out for brunch. Y/N hasn’t been herself with River in a mood, so Harry wanted to treat his wife to something nice. Something to cheer her up a little.

“Nice to see you smiling,” Harry said kissing her temple.

“Just worried about him. He’s never been like this before.”

“How about I talk to him? Tell him his behaviour is unacceptable. I hate seeing you so upset, baby.” Harry said and Y/N sighed pecking his lips.

“His dad is away on a work thing, so I guess me and you and can talk to him together? I just don’t want him to think this behaviour is ok, but I just wish his dad was here more often” Y/N stressed, Harry pulled her chair closer to his, placing both of his hands on her cheeks calming her slightly.

“We’ll talk to him after dinner. Together.”

And so dinner finally came and Harry was a little nervous, he’s not going to lie. Usually if Rivers being bold Y/N handles it, but he’s not usually like this — but they get it, going to big school is a huge change. River just needs to know his behaviour is not acceptable, but if he ever needs to talk about anything then they’ll be here.

“River, Harry and I need to talk to you.” Y/N said as River tried to disappear up to his room.

River shrugged and continued to walking.

“Buddy, your mums talking to you” Harry said placing a hand on Y/N’s hand. River pouted, but still stood in his spot. “Why don’t you come back over and sit with us?” Harry said and River shook his head. Y/N sighed placing a hand on her forehead, blinking away the tears.

“Fine, we’ll do this here then.”

“There’s something going on with you and we want to help. Your behaviour has been unacceptable the last couple of weeks. We just want to know what’s going on, ok? Mummy and Harry are here to help.”

River groaned and walked towards the table. “I don’t want to talk.” He said and Y/N nodded.

“That’s ok. You don’t have to talk to us right now. But you need to know that you can’t be cheeky with us like that anymore. It’s upsetting, River. If it keeps going on, they’ll be punishments and you don’t like them do you?” Y/N said trying to reason with him.

River was having absolutely none of this. Harry could tell. He didn’t want to get in the middle of Y/N’s parenting, but he didn’t want them to fight or end up saying something they’d regret.

“Riv, we just want to help-“

“Stop talking to me, you’re not even my real dad. You’ll be out of here in no time” River yelled, running out of the room.

It was quiet and Harry let out a little laugh, Y/N placed a hand on his and started to profusely apologise.

“I’m so sorry, Harry. I don’t know what’s gotten into him, you were just trying to help I get that. I’m so sorry”

Harry shook his head and sighed, “He’s right, i’m not his real dad. Was just trying to deescalate the situation. Bad move on my part” Harry said throwing the napkin on his plate.

“No, this is not on you. You did the same exact thing I would’ve.”

Y/N went to move, but harry put his hand in the air. “He’s angry, let’s just leave him for a bit. Let him calm down, then i’ll go talk to him.”

“You’re a good dad, Harry.” Y/N said kissing his forehead before bringing the plates over to the sink.

Harry let River calm down for about 30 minutes and then made Y/N a cup of tea. He didn’t like her being so anxious. After that, he made his way upstairs to Rivers room. The door had a note on it saying “Harry and mummy keep out”. He laughed to himself, before knocking on the door. There was a small grumble, so harry let himself in and leaned against the door frame. River was playing with his toys like nothing happened.

“Wanna play with me Harry?” River asked passing him a toy.

Harry sighed and sat down next to River.

“You know what you said really hurt my feelings?” Harry said and River pouted.

“And you’re behaviour has really upset mummy. Made her cry.” Harry said and River put down his car toy. “Just don’t like the school. Makes me nervous.” River said and Harry nodded placing the boy in his lap.

“And why does it make you nervous?”

“Because no one wants to be my friend, Harry.”

Harry sighed and kissed Rivers head.

“You know, me and mummy are going to go up to the school and yell so loud at the teachers” Harry joked and River giggled into harry’s chest.

“Harry?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m sorry i said you’re not my real dad. You are my dad.” River said and Harrys eyes filled up with tears.

“I love you, River”

“Love you too”

“Now let’s go give mumma a kiss before she gets jealous.”

[xmalereader]

Thomas Shelby X Vampire! Male Reader

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PEOPLE! 😩 So, I’ve been rewatching peaky blinders to get some inspiration for the next up coming requests and I just had to put the requests on hold for just a few seconds and get this shot done! For those who know my vampire reader shots, I hope you enjoy them because in this one it’s about to get real dark and ANGSTY!

Summary: Reader attends one of Thomas parties due to him being forced, the doctor not wanting to be there tries to leave the party until he meets an old family name, a name that he always feared. Oswald Mosley.

Warnings: angst, dark, slurs, language, Oswald being an asshole, mentions of family descendants, vampire fangs, blood, slight sexual assault, reader run away. 

Tags: @charliedakotariley

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He didn’t want to be here, he had told Tommy several times that he wasn’t interested in his gatherings and parties, they were a waist of his time and he’d rather be at home sleeping then talking about some non-sense to random men and women who he’d probably never speak or see again. But Tommy had told him that it was a special event and would appreciate having him there, so in the end, y/n didn’t have much of a choice but to join the party.

He sighs to himself as he stands near the fire place, observing the crowd of people. The place was full of people with money and power, a place that he never belonged in but was somehow so used to it. He stares down at his wine glass, swirling the red liquid around as he groans.

“You came.” He hears Tommy say from his side, startling the young doctor as he placed a hand over his heart. “Fuck Tommy, you’ll give me a heart attack.” He says, earning a grin from the Shelby man. “You can’t die from that, you still have a few hundred years to live.” He reminds the other, the two chuckling together. It felt nice having Tommy around, it’s been a few years since the incident between Luca and Alfie, because of him he was able to save John and his family from getting killed all because he knew the Italian man.

Now the Shelby family was still together, but something had felt off in the last couple of days. Every time he met Thomas he could smell the man’s anxiety and worry. He had wanted to speak with him about it but knew he was too busy with the council and getting people to agree with his ways.

He wasn’t the only one that smelled that way, the whole Shelby family did and he had no idea why and it was causing him to worry over something that probably isn’t his business.

“Will be having a performance soon.” Said Tommy. “A special guest is with us today.”

“A special guest?” Y/n questions.

Tommy hums, chugging the alcohol down his throat as he sets the cup aside, y/n doing the same. He wasn’t in the mood to be drinking and wouldn’t recommend it to his own body.

“He’s a man that I have been keeping a close eye for awhile—you know what they say, keep your friends close but your enemies closer.”

Y/n sighs in frustration. “Tommy, you can’t keep making enemies! If this continues you can get yourself killed.” He reminds Tommy, the man had many enemies in the past and the majority almost succeed into killing him, if it wasn’t for his help both John and Arthur would be dead. Now, here he is making more enemies.

“If he’s someone you truly hate then why invite him?” He asks again, following thomas around his home as they moved around groups of guests, apologizing every once an awhile as they shoved them aside. “He’s a man with big words and I feel like something will happen tonight.”

Y/n and tommy arrive at the main room where the rest of his family was located, Polly approached the two and gives Y/n a large smirk. “Well, we’ll, don’t you look handsome today Dr. Hemlock.” She interlocks there arms together, tugging him close as Y/n laughs. “Polly, I’ve told you many times that you can call me Y/n, no need to be formal.”

“Ah, don’t worry about her.” Ada is next to say, “aunt Polly just likes to flirt with you. You’re a very handsome man.” Y/n’s face turns red at Ada’s sudden words, the two are always flirting and teasing him that he still hasn’t gotten used to it after many years of being close with the Shelby family.

“That’s enough.” Thomas separates his aunt and sister from Y/n, not wanting them to continue teasing the poor man. “Let’s hurry, the play starts in a minute!” He shouts out, startling his family as they all sneered and groaned, despising the party too as they head outside.

Y/n rolls his eyes at the families actions, chuckling to himself as he too follows behind the family. He looks around the crowded place and allows the Shelby family to sit first, as he waits he notices a strange man staring at him from afar, his hair slicked back and a small mustache on his upper lip, eyeing Y/n up and down. The young doctor looks away, biting his lip. He felt uneasy as the man continued to eye him.

Once the Shelby family had sat down he is quick to sit next to thomas, giving him a smile and a small pat in the thigh as he turns towards the stage. The play starts as young ballerinas enter the stage and begin to dance.

The crowded was entertained by the dancers and music, while the crowd silent watch Y/n couldn’t help but feel a chill down his spine. He glanced over his right to see the same man watching him, giving him a dead stare. He is quick to look away, gripping Tommy’s legs softly, startling the other as he leans forward. “What’s wrong?” He whispers.

Y/n shakes his head. “I—I think I need to step out. I’m not feeling so good.” He whispers back.

“Do you need blood? I have packets stored away in the basement.” Ever since thomas knew about Y/n being a vampire he had come prepared with making blood packets for Y/n, each time they slaughtered animals for a big celebration, he would remind his cooks to drain the blood from the small animals and to store it away. He was grateful of thomas doing that for him in case an emergency happened while he was visiting. But at the moment he wasn’t feeling hungry.

“No I’m okay, just need to use to the restroom.” He lies, standing up and moving through the seated area, apologizing to the guests as he stumbled out of the tent and towards the house, not noticing the man’s eyes on him.

He ignored the crowds clapping as the play came to an end, stumbling inside as he slams the doors behind him. The place was empty, he felt queasy and uneasy. He somehow didn’t feel safe.

Y/n heads upstairs, searching for thomas bedroom. Every time he felt himself nearing a change he would Tommy’s room to keep himself relaxed, hiding under the man’s bed covers as he takes in the scent, letting his vampire sense take over. It was a very relaxing time for him and thomas didn’t care, he just wanted him to feel comfortable.

But for some reason, he couldn’t find Tommy’s room. The hallways were spinning and his senses were heighten, telling him that something was wrong but didn’t know what. He’s been a vampire for years, he should know what’s happening.

He grips onto the stair banister, keeping himself steady as he pants heavily. “Relax, it’s okay.” He whispers to himself as he closed his eyes, focusing on the beat of his heart.

“There you are.”

Y/n’s eyes snap open, spinning around to see the same man who was staring at him during the performance. He lets out a shaky breath as he stands up straight. “Can I help you—?”

“Please, call me Oswald Mosley.”

Y/n’s whole body froze in place, he could feel his heart stopping for a second before going back to normal.

Mosley.

He’s heard of that name before, he’s heard of it for many years and knew the family name. He’s heard stories of the family and how cruel and haunting they are. The Mosley family were vampire hunters for years, passed down from generation to generation. He was lucky enough to not stumble upon one but he’s heard many other vampires whisper about the name.

Who would of thought they he would be standing a few feet away from a Mosley, a vampire hunter.

“It’s nice to meet you.” Y/n stutters out, letting go the banister as he looks away. “I’m sorry for bothering you, I was looking for my room. I wasn’t feeling so good.” He says, trying to brush Oswald off as he walks past the man. “Best you get back to the party.” She adds, reaching Tommy’s room as he grips the door handle.

“I never thought I would see one of you here.” He froze at his words. “Attending a luxurious party and being close with the Shelby family.” Oswald slowly turns around, facing the doctor. Y/n had his back towards him, gripping the handle tight in his hand, causing them to go white.

“For many generations my family spoke about your kind, always telling me that I should be careful and that I shouldn’t fall for there beautiful looks.”

His voice sounded close to his ear, y/n spins around quickly and is pinned against the door by Oswald. The man gives him a dirty smirk. “You vampires are so easy to find, tell me. Did Mr. Shelby claim you as his pet for perhaps made you into his servant?”

Y/n glared angrily at the man. “I’m neither.”

“Ah, then your just someone he fucks whenever he’s bored, maybe he’ll let me borrow you for a bit.” Oswald’s hand grazed against his cheek, causing the other to grow disgusted as he slaps his hand away.

Oswald isn’t too pleased by the action and glares, his hand shooting back up to grip his jaw, squeezing tightly. Y/n whines and whimpers, gripping Oswald’s wrist, trying to pry him off but the man was too strong.

“You vampires are always stubborn.” He hissed out, slamming him against the door again. Y/n whines in pain, he body growing weak.

Oswald takes in a deep breath. “You know, thanks to Shelby I am able to lead these people into a better future, because of him I’ll be able to start my own revolution. Remaking our country into a better place, a world where we can all be in power and in control.” His grip tightens around his jaw, causing a bruise to form and his face to redden.

“But before I can take over I need to finish what my family couldn’t.” Oswald’s dark eyes gaze at him, taking in the doctor before him. “First I’m going to kill every single one of you filthy creatures.” He slurred out in hate, despising his people.

Oswald leans forward, whispering close to his ear. “Once I take over, I’m going to kill you first.” Y/n’s eyes widen in fear, using his legs to try and shove him away but Oswald used his own legs to keep him from moving and placed his other free hand between his legs. Causing him to freeze in place, fear filling his eyes.

“I could kill you first, I’m not fond of trophy’s but—“ his hand tightens around his jaw, squeezing his mouth open. Y/n chokes on his own spit as Oswald finds the strength to reveal his fangs, his eyes turning a dark red as Oswald smirks. “I would have your head but I’d rather have these beautiful things sitting by my fire place.” He used his thumb to stroke over his fangs.

Y/n whimpers, his fangs were a sensitive thing for him. He never allowed anyone to touch them, even Tommy knew not to touch them due to how sensitive they are and to have Oswald stroking them without his permission can only cause fear and pain. “So very beautiful.” He hears Oswald repeat himself as he continued to touch his fangs.

The man can only chuckle at the doctors pained expression, using his other hand to stroke him between the legs. Bringing Y/n back to realty, his eyes red as he growls, using his strength to bite down on Oswald’s hand, making the other curse loudly, pulling his hand away in pain he takes the advantage to shove them man off him.

He could taste Oswald’s blood in his mouth, in disgust he is quick to spit it out, wishing that he could wash the taste away. His eyes were still glowing a dark red as Oswald stood a few feet away from him, glaring back. “How about a deal.” He requests.

“Fuck off.” Y/n hisses out.

Oswald chuckles, ignoring his comment. “I won’t kill you or any other vampire if you join me, become my pet and I promise to keep you fed as long as you do as I say.”

“I’d rather die then join your fascist group, you can all rot in hell!”

“I figured you would say that.” Oswald pulls out a handkerchief from his pocket, wrapping it around his bleeding hand as he clears his throat. “If you don’t join me then I’ll go ahead and kill you and every vampire I see,” His gaze turns dark, a sinister smile appearing a crossing his lips. “And, I’ll even get rid of the entire Shelby family, starting with Thomas.”

Y/n’s breath hitched.

“No—keep your filthy hands away from him and the rest of his family.” Tommy’s family had suffered enough, they have lost many good people and have gone through a lot of disaster together. After being alone for years the Shelby family had took him in and claimed him as family. They may not know that he’s a vampire but he wouldn’t hesitate to keep them safe.

Y/n’s anger was slowly turning into panic as Oswald shrugs his shoulders. “I’m giving you a choice, you have one week Mr. Hemlock.” He points out. “Once the election is over you will make a choice.” He watches the man step down the stairs as the main room is slowly filled up again by the guests, the room smelling like alcohol and smoke again.

He feels his legs giving out as he falls onto the floor, shivering In fear as he wraps his arms around himself. Y/n’s has stumbled upon many hunters in his past life and they were all easy to get rid of or to chase away but Oswald Mosley was no ordinary hunter, his family killed vampires for generations. They knew there weaknesses and strength, could read a vampire from afar and never feared to approach one. Oswald was one of them and he was a man that he feared the most, just like thomas did.

Y/n is still shaking as he stands back up, stumbling back as he grips the wall behind him. He whimpers, he couldn’t make this decision and he couldn’t let thomas know. The man already had his own problems and he didn’t want to add anymore onto the family. Thomas was the only one who knows he’s a vampire, the rest of the family has no idea and he can’t bring them into it.

As he concentrated on breathing he hears a pair of footsteps approaching him. “Y/n.”

He looks up slowly to meet Tommy’s blue soft eyes. He sees the man that he finds comfort in, without thinking he throws himself onto thomas, hugging them man tight as he breaks down. Thomas holds him close as he leans against the wall, slowly sitting them down as he rubs his back. “It’s alright, just breath.” He hears him whisper. “Everything is going to be alright.”

But it won’t, he had already made his choice.

[midgardianweasley]

The Royal Ball

The Royal Ball

Loki laufeyson x Fem!reader

Summary: There is an Asgard ball being hosted in the palace, Y/N is yet to find a date to accompany her. She’s disappointed when a certain God doesn’t ask her, however, what happens when he sees someone else getting a little too close for comfort throughout the night?

Warnings: lil bit angsty, self doubt, JEALOUS LOKI, fluffy ending

Word Count: 3.3k

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Y/F/N - Your Friend’s Name

It was a beautiful autumn’s day, crisp brown leaves were falling off of the large trees in the courtyard and scattering the cobbled ground. Loki and I had been wandering around for some time now, discussing everything from the books we’ve been reading to the dreams that have come to us in our sleep.

“And then this huge ghost thing was chasing me around the halls! and if that wasn’t weird enough, you popped up-”

“Ah, seeing me in your dreams are we, darling?”  Loki chuckled, taking great pleasure at the fact that he had made an appearance in my subconscious, completely ignoring my distress at being chased by a supernatural being.

“Funny you should say that, right after seeing you, I woke up. The sight must’ve given me quite the scare.” I scoffed, a smile unable to stop itself from making its way onto my face, eyes meeting his, face etched with shock. With a hand to his chest, he spoke again in disbelief.

“You have truly offended me, love. I never knew you had this side to you.”

“What can I say? I’m a woman of many talents.” I winked, nudging his side slightly with my elbow.

“Really? Can you produce illusions?”

“No.”

“Look inside other people’s heads?”

“Well, no, but-”

“Turn yourself into a snake to scare your eight year old brother?”

“I still can’t believe you did that”

“My greatest achievement yet.” He smirked, the memory never failing to amuse him.

His stories always had me in awe of his capabilities, even if it was to give his brother a long-term fear, it was still an incredible talent. Whenever he tells me of his latest adventures or tricks, I always think of how well his title fits him. God of Mischief. Maybe that’s why I liked him much more than what a best friend should, not that I'd ever admit it. Not to him anyway.

We soon found ourselves standing next to one of the windows of the hallway, the crystal clear glass giving a beautiful view of the city of Asgard. From here, you could see the Queen’s gardens, full of flowers in all different colours and types, grass cut to perfection. You could see the families in the town, walking around the different buildings, children playing. It was lovely to watch, seeing everyone enjoy the seasonal weather and the light bounce off of the windows, it was ethereal.

“I never get tired of this.” I sighed, voice only slightly above a whisper

“Tired of what, love?”

“Just, this. This view, this kingdom, it’s incredible.” I looked up at Loki, trying to see if he was seeing the same beauty that I did. He was already looking at me when I met his eyes and upon seeing the way they sparkled, I assumed he did.

“Actually, speaking of the Kingdom, I have something to tell you. There’s-”

Abruptly stopping him from continuing his sentence, voices were heard from the other end of the hallway, though we couldn’t make out the words until they came closer. We gave each other a quick look of confusion before turning to see where the commotion was coming from, hearing the quick and heavy footsteps before being able to put names to the faces.

“Loki! Y/N!” A deep voice bellowed. Was that Thor making all of that noise?

Before I could process any more information, a blur of a pastel pink dress was in my face and hands were placed on my shoulders. I smiled down at the slightly out of breath figure using me as a support stand, it was Y/F/N.

“Wow, Y/F/N, you sound much different than when I spoke to you yesterday, did you drink something funny?” I chuckled, receiving a glare from my friend and a quiet laugh from the God beside me. Thor soon appeared next to Y/F/N, hands on his hips and head thrown back as he tried to compose himself.

“My God, Y/F/N, you run fast.” He pants.

“Care to tell us why you’re both running like madmen through the palace?” Loki speaks, one eyebrow raised in curiosity and what looked a little like concern.

“We..had to..tell you..there’s a ball..next week.” Y/F/N spoke, a bit more stable now, but still in between breaths.

I felt my eyes widen, a ball? I didn’t know Asgard held balls.

“Father is opening up the palace next week to neighbouring kingdoms, in hopes to be closer with them, open Asgard up to more trade opportunities, build relationships and whatnot.” Thor explained, emitting a loud sigh to come from Loki.

“I was just about to tell her, brother. Thank you for interrupting.” He rolled his eyes, half joking, half serious. I reached up and patted his shoulder gently, a small smile on my face.

“Maybe next time Lok” He nodded in response, I didn’t get a chance to comfort him much more before I was being pulled away by Y/F/N. With a small huff of surprise, I gave Loki a glance, silently apologising for our conversation being cut short, receiving a shake of his head in reply, affirming me to not worry about it.

“So.” she begins. “We need to find you a date and a dress. I’m thinking blue. I’m wearing purple so it’s probably best to avoid that one. Hmm. let’s see..oh! I know! we could- Y/N? You listening?” I snapped my head around, not missing the sly smile that was plastered all over my friend’s face.

“Y/F/N, don’t-”

“Loki! He has to be your date. You could wear green and match! If he’s even going to wear green, I'm sure I can get Thor to find out, I assume they’ll get ready together. And black accessories! I have so many ideas.” She clapped her hands, over-excited about the opportunity to plan this evening for us. Except for one minor detail.

“That sounds great, Y/F/N, it sounds wonderful, you’re just missing something.”

“Missing something? Oh, if you mean our hair then i’ve already-”

“No, not our hair. Loki hasn’t asked me, and I doubt he will.” I spoke, the second half coming out more as a whisper, my heart dropping a little at the thought. He’d never really expressed having those kinds of feelings for me and I'd always seen him be close with different girls around the palace, he’ll probably ask one of them.

“He might ask you, you never know what’s around the corner.”

“I guess so, we’ll have to wait and see.”

And that was the last we spoke of it before she went into full planner mode again, while I continued to ponder over all of the thoughts running through my head. I mean, he could ask me, right?

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He didn’t.

After talking about it with Y/F/N, I had a glimmer of hope that maybe I was wrong, maybe I hadn’t noticed something that she had, that Loki would approach me and ask me to be his company for the evening.

I spent the next couple of days with him, hoping he would ask me, everytime a pause would appear in conversation, maybe he was finally going to do it. And everytime, a little bit of the hope I had, had fizzled out.

I’d even considered other reasons as to why he hadn’t asked, maybe the King didn’t want him and Thor to have dates so that they could mingle with members of the other kingdoms. Of course that theory had flown right out one of the Palace’s windows when Y/F/N told me that Thor was going to be her date. I was right then, he wasn’t wanting to go with me.

I guess I understood, I’m the best friend, we’d always been that. I think a part of me just thought that maybe he, like me, wanted something a little more. Clearly, I was mistaken.

Y/F/N and I had been getting ready for a while now, our hair was styled to perfection, our dresses were on and both of us were fully accessorized. We were looking at ourselves in the mirror, doing spins and curtseys and gushing over how good the other looked.

“You look amazing tonight, Y/N, really. Loki is missing out.”

“Thank you, and I'm sure his date is beautiful.” I spoke, fidgeting with the fabric of my dress, trying to avoid the subject and the twisting knot in my stomach at the thought of him with someone else all night. “You look incredible! You were right to pick purple, it’s definitely your colour.”

“Y/N’s right, you look gorgeous.” Thor declared, leaning against the doorway sporting a black suit and a dark purple tie, the perfect match with his date’s dress. I could feel my eyes light up when seeing how happy the simple, yet effective comment had made Y/F/N. Rushing over, she engulfed Thor in a hug before leaning up slightly and giving him a peck on the cheek.

“Ah and can’t forget, Y/N, you look stunning tonight.” He gestured to me, arm almost scanning me up and down.

“Stop, you’ll make me blush.” I laughed. “You both head off, I’ll catch up.”

“Are you sure? We don’t mind waiting?” Y/F/N questioned.

“Don’t be silly. You guys go on ahead, I'll meet you there.”

With a nod and a wave, they were off. They really did look like a perfect match tonight. I continued to look at myself in the mirror, fixing any stray hairs, flattening any kinks in my dress. Realistically, I was probably trying to prolong leaving for as long as I could. I was excited, but I was turning up on my own while everyone else had someone, it was a bit nerve-wracking. I still wanted to look my best though.

“Stop trying to convince yourself that you look good, you could literally blow an army of men away by looks alone.” A voice spoke, I spun to see who was speaking, the flash of green was enough to decipher who it was.

“You look lovely tonight, darling.” He grinned, the pet name had set off butterflies in my stomach.

“Thank you. As do you.”

“Well, I did put in an effort, nice to know it’s appreciated.” He joked, a breathy laugh left my lips, entertained by his words.

“Yes, well, I'm sure plenty of others will too.”

“The eyes will never leave me, I'm sure. Unless they’re on you, then I'd be surprised if I get even so much as a glimpse in my direction. Someone is a very lucky guy tonight, that’s for sure.”

“Why do you say that?” I asked, confused by his statement.

“Well, they get to be beside you all evening, it’s a beautiful view.” He winked.

It could’ve been you, I thought. I knew he was joking, however that didn’t stop the fire in me from igniting.

“I could say the same for you, someone is a very lucky girl.”

“I’ll be sure to let her know if she ever thinks otherwise.” Joking, again.

So he had asked someone. Albeit disappointed, I'm happy he’s happy. Though I still wish I was the girl in question, I couldn't stop him if he was interested in someone else. That wasn’t fair.

Giving him a brief nod and a tight lipped smile, I picked up the front of my dress a little bit and made my way out of the room and downstairs to the ball. I could still enjoy myself, the night is young, I've got this.

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“It was crazy! And let me tell you, my dad was so angry with me. He didn’t let me serve Turkey again after that year.” Charlie, a guy that I had met an hour or so ago, finished his story of the Christmas horror he had, allowing me to relax for the first time that evening. Up until now, it had felt like all I’d seen was either happy couples, or stares from across the room. Usually the second and usually Loki. The same Loki who had a girl’s arm linked with his and was looking at him like he held the world in his grasp. I broke the gaze, finding it difficult to look at the pair for any longer, as I turned back to Charlie so he could have my attention again, a lazy smile was present as he took a sip of his wine.

“I don’t blame him, really, it sounds like you started a riot!” I exclaimed, sending us both into a full on belly laugh, thinking back to the story. This continued for another five or so minutes, laughter turning into a low chuckle, as if we were about to be told off for how loud we were being. Just as my hand had reached his arm to help hold me up, saving me from laughing myself into the ground, Loki and his date had made their way over.

“Enjoying ourselves, I hope?” He beamed, taking one look at me before giving his full attention to Charlie.

“Yes, yes we are, thank you. How about the two of you?”

“Ye-”

“It’s been fine, yeah, good. So, what’s your name then?” Loki interrupted, his date having no choice but to leave him to respond instead.

“I’m Charlie Fernsby.” He held his hand out, greeting Loki. A gesture that was very awkwardly not reciprocated as he let his hand fall back to his side before Loki spoke up again.

“Charlie..Charlie, now, isn’t that a girl’s name?”

“Loki!” I scolded, giving him an evil side glance, what was he doing?

“No, no it’s okay. Yeah, it can be used for girls too, but it's common for boys to have the name Charlie.” Polite as ever, he responded. A mischievous look made its way onto the God’s face. Oh no.

“So, I take it your parents wanted a girl?”

“I- I’m sorry?”

“I assume your parents wanted a girl, considering they’ve given you a girl’s name?” I rolled my eyes, this teasing was unnecessary.

“Charlie, let’s go and get a drink.” I tried to tug him away, only to be halted by another sentence leaving my best friend’s mouth.

“It was only a question, I'm sure he doesn’t mind answering, do you Carl?”

“Charlie.”

“That’s what I said.”

“You said-” I tried to interject, but he was quick to stop me

“I know what I said, Y/N, but I'm speaking to him. Let him answer the question.”

Loki’s date was long gone by now, she’d left to speak to another group of people, presumably another few couples, leaving us three to have this discussion, thing, whatever you would think to call it.

“I’m just saying, maybe they would’ve preferred a daughter, seeing as they’ve very obviously made that clear.” He beamed, expecting me to join in and agree with him, I don’t find this funny. At all.

“Can you excuse us, Charlie? Loki, A word.” I pointed to the door, giving him a look implying for him not to test me.

“I’m in trouble. Wish me luck Carlos.”

“Charlie.”

“I know, that’s what I said.”

I pushed him all the way out the door, into the hallway and round the corner so as not to disturb everyone else’s evening. When I’d made sure there was no one else around, I looked up at the Asgardian, my arms crossed, eyebrows furrowed, I wasn’t impressed anymore.

“So, are we out here for some hide or seek, or?”

“What the hell was that in there?!” I raised my voice slightly, his need to always make everything a joke wasn’t working this time. He had his night, his date, he didn’t need to come over and insult mine.

“What was what, darling? I was making conversation.”

“You were making fun of him.”

“No, I showed some concern about his parents choices, that’s all. Friendly advice if anything.” He looked a bit more frustrated with me now, as though he was stating the obvious and it was going over my head. I wasn’t having it this time.

“No, Loki. You weren’t and you know you weren’t. You had your date, she was fine, you were fine-”

“Well-”

“Let me finish. Everything was fine. Until you caught sight of me having a friendly conversation with another guy who wasn’t you. But guess what Lok, I’m allowed to do that! I’m an adult, I can speak with whoever I like!” My arms were all over the place now, my frustration was starting to show itself, it seems I had a bit pent up.

I saw his lips move, I heard something, but it was so quiet I couldn't make it out.

“Speak up, Loki. I can’t hear you.”

“I said, if you think he was just being friendly, you’re clearly out of your mind.”

Is he serious?

“Are you- Loki, you have no right to make a judgement on who and how and why I interact with other people. Not that it should matter to you anyway, you’ve spoken to other women before and I've never said a word or tried to stop you. Why does this matter so much?”

Silence.

“No, please, go on, tell me, enlighten me as to why this bothered you so much tonight, because trust me, I'm dying to know, truly.” I was shouting now, I just wanted answers for his behaviour, I didn’t think it would be this difficult.

His hands had made his way into his trouser pockets, eyes looking everywhere before settling on mine. He looked conflicted, I wanted to drop it when I saw his troubled gaze, but I couldn’t go back in there without an explanation.

“Ple-”

“I like you, okay? Is that what you wanted to hear, love? That I was so uncomfortable seeing some you get close with some guy that I had to embarrass him in front of you? Something I'm sure my father won’t be so impressed to hear, but there, you’ve got your confession.” His voice had gone much louder than mine, taking me by surprise, so much so that it took me a minute to process what he had said. He liked me?

He turned to leave, I assume because I hadn't said anything for a matter of minutes, but I gently grabbed his arm, tugging him back towards me. I looked up into his eyes again. I was so close that you could see the specs of different colours spotted in them, they were flawless. This view beats the Asgard view anyday.

“Why didn’t you mention this before?”

He shrugged, “I don’t know. Worried I guess. We’d never spoken of moving past friendship and I didn’t think you’d be interested.”

“I’m more than interested, Loki.” I grinned, my smile meeting my eyes, never leaving his.

“Not Chelsey?”

“For the love, it’s Ch-”

I couldn’t say his name, a certain pair of lips had stopped me from doing so. As they molded against mine, my hands went up to tangle themselves in his hair, his hands falling to my waist and pulling me closer, I didn’t even think that could be possible. We pulled away when we needed to catch a breath, foreheads falling against each other, smiles painted on both of our faces.

“I bet I'll be in your dreams again tonight.” He whispered.

“I bet I'll be in yours.”

“Always are, Darling. Always are.”

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DSMP Angsty Imagines - React to Your Death pt. 1 --- George

Part 1 to my series of “dsmp boys react to your death”:  Pronouns used: they/them (if mentioned) Warnings: cursing, death, grief, arguing, yelling, panic, weapons Words: 1.2+

The list: 

c!George - (you are currently on this post)  c!Bench Trio (platonic) - (coming soon!) c!Wilbur - (coming soon!) c!Dream - (coming soon!)  c!Technoblade - (coming soon!) 

George was finally done with the fighting. So much warfare, so much death and destruction. It was too much. Even his former best friends, Dream and Sapnap had been swept up into the chaos. Well, Dream had actually been the cause of a lot of the deaths. 

George Not-Found was done with the fighting, though. He wanted to keep you, the love of his life, safe. For so long, you had been begging him to move out of the SMP lands and live in the unoccupied lands outside of normal civilization. Your boyfriend hated the idea of leaving.

“All of my friends are here!” He’d protest. “George, all of your friends are either dead or criminals!” You couldn’t stop yourself from shouting back. It was true. Sapnap’s whereabouts remains ambiguous but Dream’s were well known. He had been locked in Pandora’s Vault. The notorious prison, made of mostly obsidian and Blackstone, was built with a seemingly immeasurable amount of traps. And yet, people still feared Dream’s escape.

George knew his former best friend was too far gone, but he hated it. He hated knowing the person he thought would be there through everything, was gone; had left for his own selfish gain.

Your shoulders slumped when you saw your boyfriend’s lip start to quiver. “George... I’m sorry. But I really do think we should move. It’s not safe here anymore.”

He took a deep breath and nodded. “Okay, we’ll move.”

That was three months ago. Now, the two of you were living happily alone in your cottage. The two of you built it together and it was perfect. It surely wasn’t the biggest or most impressive dwelling on the whole server, but it was charming and suited both of your needs quite nicely.

“George, my love, I’m going to collect berries for breakfast. I’ll be back soon,” you announced, collecting your gear. You walked over to where your - now fiancé - was napping on the couch.

You scoffed playfully at his sleeping form, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. Grabbing a random pen and post-it note off the coffee table, you wrote a note. The note explained where you were going, why, and when you expected to be back.

“I love you, George. Sleep well.” You added at the bottom with a smile.

Basket for berries swinging on your arm, light cloak on your shoulders, you left your charming house to go collect breakfast. 

You did now realize that it would be the last time you’d see him.

Three hours later...

George Not-Found woke up with a start, tumbling ungracefully off the couch. Rubbing his elbow as he sat up, he looked around the house. It was empty. 

“Y/n? Love?” he called into the empty air. He looked around some more, standing up and walking around.

A note on the table caught his eye. Your handwriting was spread over the small piece of paper. The message scrawled gracefully. “I’ve gone out to gather berries for breakfast,” he read aloud. “I should be back in an hour.” His heart began to drop. “I love you, George. Sleep well.”

His grip on the note went slack and it fluttered to the ground like a leaf. George frantically whipped his head around to look at the clock. It had been three hours since he fell asleep, and you weren’t in the house. Something was wrong.

George grabbed his sword, goggles, and some extra health potions off of the shelf by the door.

But as he closed the front door, a dagger with a note pinned to it stuck into the wood of the door caught his eye. The dagger was familiar, a polished silver handle set with diamonds and emeralds. The handwriting was even more familiar. But it wasn’t yours. It was Dream’s.

He ripped the dagger out of the door to read the note.

“Hey, George.

As you might have guessed by now, Y/n is gone. I’ve taken them. You shouldn’t have betrayed me, George. You knew that wouldn’t end well. Meet with me at the ruins of the community house tonight. Or else.”

George was so shocked. He knew something was wrong, but he really hadn’t expected Dream to be the cause of it. He hadn’t even realized he was on Dream’’s hit list - or list of enemies - to begin with.

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The night was dark as the moon was only half full as George waited for Dream. The ruins of the community house sat still behind him. You could still see the burn marks on the pieces of the house that hadn’t been destroyed.

He was running his hands over a burned piece of wood when a voice made him turn around.

“Hello, George.”

He whipped around. “Dream.” 

The man with the porcelain white mask visibly froze in surprise. He had never heard his former friend this serious before. Honestly, it was kind of terrifying. But the master manipulator pulled himself together.

“You seem thrilled to see me.”

But George wasn’t having it. He only wanted to know where Y/n was. Were they okay? Could he save them?

It was as if Dream could read his mind. 

“You want Y/n.” It wasn’t a question. It was a statement, a fact. Something so obvious it made no sense for Dream to say aloud.

“No shit,” George growled. “Where are they?”

The most wanted man on the server didn’t need to take off his mask for George to know he was smiling cruelly. His heart sank to his stomach, preparing for the worst. And the worst was what he got.

“They’re dead.”

Those two words, and everything seemed to stop. The world went quiet as George tried to take in the news. The words just didn’t seem to absorb into his brain. It made sense. What were you supposed to do upon hearing that the absolute love of your life had died? Just nod and move on with life? Hell no.

“Go, Dream.” George’s voice was hoarse, cracked with grief. 

Dream tried to say something, but he was cut off.

“Just fucking go.”

So Dream left and George was left to process his feelings amongst the ruins alone.

Tears finally began to fall. His knees buckled and he crashed to the ground, bent over on the ground. The torrent of emotions - anger, frustration, grief, emptiness - cascaded over him. 

He let out an earth-shattering scream. His throat burned but his sobs simply couldn’t carry the weight of his grief alone. 

Holding himself in a tight hug as he rocked back and forth, George came to terms with your death. 

You were gone. The love of his life was gone. Dead. Killed. Taken away from him. Your own life ripped away. And all because he hadn’t just agreed with you and moved away earlier, before the fighting and the wars got really bad. 

“I’m sorry, darling.” his voice was carried with the wind. So heartbreaking that even the sky began to cry. The raindrops fell softly, as if they were keeping a vigil.

“You were right. We should have moved earlier. I should have listened. But I didn’t, and now you’re dead.”

He was cut off by his own sob, a wretched sound that echoed slightly off of the burned ruins of the community house.

“I’m so sorry, darling.” He took a shaky breath. “I love you.”

[griffintail]

I love all the parental stuff you write, it’s all so amazing!! And I may have been thinkin about it a lot while at work, and I originally wrote this idea/prompt thing down on some receipt paper, but anyway!!

Y’know how Dream manipulated Tommy during Exile? Well, how would Dream react if a similar thing happened to his own child? If his child had been taken from him somehow, and is made to believe that no one loved or cared about them, that they had to behave a certain way if they wanted any smidge of affection, etc.? Like the kid, when Dream’s gotten them back that is, is obviously touch starved and sleep deprived and so many other things, but they don’t mention any of it because they’d been explicitly told doing so wasn’t allowed?

About how many pieces would Dream’s heart shatter into? I must know.

-Signed Angsty Anon from a Fast Food Joint🍔🍟

That’s a mood, I have an actual notebook I have at work to write work stuff...I write more in it about my prompts than my work stuff. I hope it’s to your satisfaction!

Little Terror

Pairings: Parental Dream x F! Reader

Part 2

WARNINGS! : TOXIC RELATIONSHIP, IMPLIED ABUSED, MANIPULATION, BLOOD, IMPLIED VIOLENCE

DO NOT READ IF THESE MAKE YOU UNCOMFORTABLE AND/OR CAUSE A TRIGGER!

       (Y/N) was Dream’s kid. Dream didn’t have to worry, that’s what he told himself.

        When she wanted to go with that…boy…he knew she’d beat the shit out of him if he got out of line. He taught her how to do that. She assured him though, there would be no need for that. They were in love and they’d be ok.

        He should have listened to his fucking instincts. He knew he should have.

        He found out by accident what was going on.

        Dream trusted his little girl, she’d be ok, she was strong…but she was still his little girl and George and Sapnap were about to break Dream’s neck if they heard one more time how Dream was worried.

        So.

        The three of them went to where the pair had moved out. Dream remembered letting his little princess move away.

        “I’ll be fine daddy.” She gave her sweet laugh as she slung her inventory bag on her shoulder. “Trent’s a good guy.”

        “I just wish you’d let me meet the boy.” Dream huffed, his mask on top of his head.

        “He lives so far away; I don’t want to force him to come all the way here and you need to keep everyone in check.” She grinned, a sparkle in her eye. “I’ll write, I promise. I know if I don’t Uncle George will cry.”

        Dream laughed quietly as he nodded. “Yeah, he would. Just, be careful out there, alright sweetheart?”

        (Y/N) put a hand on her sword. “I’m not the little terror for nothing.”

        It had been so sudden but she wanted to be close to this boy she had started dating. She hadn’t written though as of late and he had begun to worry when for a few months, it just didn’t come. That’s what sent them out with Eret in charge.

        “Come on, she’ll be fine.” Sapnap nudged him, hands in his pockets. “She’s your little terror.”

        Dream smiled lightly behind his mask. “Yeah. We’ll see there’s nothing…I just worry and I have been missing her.”

        Three-day travel on foot, they made it to the village where (Y/N) said this guy lived on the outskirts of. It wasn’t hard to find the larger house outside the village and they came up, Dream knocking on the door. It took a moment but the door opened, (Y/N) looking at him, but…it didn’t look like his little girl. Her eyes were dull, with no spark to them as bags were collected under them. She had no smile on her face either but everything looked perfect and trim about her.

        Her eyes went wide seeing Dream’s eyes as his mask was on the side of his face, sputtering.

        “You…I—You don’t trust me?” She questioned.

        Thousands of alarm bells were going off in his head and a thousand more went off after her words.

        “What? Of course, I do (Y/N).” He gave her a light smile. “I just missed my princess, so did Sapnap and George.” He motioned to the men behind him. “So, we came to surprise you, surprise.”

        She didn’t hold any sort of excitement in her eyes. Trent’s words echoed in her head as she watched the man in front of her.

        If he really loved you, he’d trust you to be ok with me. Right? Because I love you and I trust you.

        “I…I think it’s best if you guys leave.” She muttered.

        Dream stood there as Sapnap and George were looking at each other in shock.

        “Why? We came out here to see—” As he spoke Dream reach a hand over to put it on her shoulder but she flinched back from him and all movement and thought stopped.

        She flinched from him. Why would she flinch from him?

        Dream had seen men flinch from him before; Tommy, Wilbur, most of the L’Manberg people did after the war. But that was because he hurt them…

        “What happened?” Dream asked carefully.

        “I-I-I don’t-I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She sputtered, her mind running rapidly.

        She couldn’t tell him, that was the number one rule!

        “(Y/N), it’s me. Dream, dad. I’m here.” He spoke carefully. “What, happened?”

        “What’s going on here?” Dream heard from behind him and (Y/N) shrank back behind the door slightly.

        Dream didn’t not like the picture he was making and the tall, lanky man appearing did not help matters. The man was slightly taller than Dream but Dream slipped on his mask as he was anything but intimidated.

        “You Trent?” Dreamed asked, stepping forward.

        Trent looked to (Y/N) and then back to the man coming towards him.

        “Yeah, what’s it to you?”

        “I’m her father and I want to know what the hell you’ve been doing with her?”

        Sapnap stood a few steps behind Dream as George stood by the door.

        “I have no idea what you’re talking—”

        Dream simply shoved the man and he fell over. The masked man stood over him, his hands on his hips.

        “What, did you do, to my little girl?”

        Trent tried to kick Dream’s leg but Dream was quick to react, sidestepping his foot and instead stepping on the other man’s chest and putting his sword point to his throat.

        “(Y/N).” Dream looked over at her, lifting his mask up enough to smile at her. “Go get your stuff, George will help you.”

        She hesitated by the door as George stepped towards her carefully.

        “Come on kid,” George said quietly to her and she nodded slowly.

        She walked inside, Dream sliding his mask on as he grinned sinisterly behind it as he tilted his head as he looked at the man under his foot.

        “Now, why don’t we have a little chat?” Dream laughed.

        George was very careful not to make too fast of movements after seeing her flinch at Dream. He helped her pack the few things she had; George was concerned as he felt like she had less than what she actually left with. As he gathered everything up, he also saw how little she had in the way of personal belonging, such as pictures. The most significate thing he didn’t see was her old mask and that concerned him greatly. The color-blind man was worried about what Dream would do.

        The pair came out, George carrying her bags to see Dream without his mask on, his hands in his hoodie pockets as Sapnap smirked next to him with no Trent in sight. George could spot the small bit of blood under the cuff of Dream’s sleeve. There was no blood on his weapons, so it was safe to assume he had used his actual hands and the other man was probably alive but he was never going to be the same.

        “Hey sweetheart, let’s go home.” Dream smiled gently as he nodded his head.

        Her hands twitched but she walked beside the three of her family members. Dream was on her right as George was on her left and Sapnap behind the group. The group of them walked in silence towards the Dream SMP land. As night started to drop, Sapnap and George made camp, and Dream and (Y/N) sat by the campfire.

        When the two other men were going for firewood, Dream looked as (Y/N), who was playing with the end of her shirt.

        “I don’t know what he did.” Dream said and she jumped slightly, making him frown deeply. “And you don’t have to tell me right away, but I’m here sweetheart. I’m never going to leave you alone again.”

        She hugged herself as she looked around at their surroundings, expecting Trent to come out of anywhere.

        “I’m not supposed to talk about it.” She whispered. “But did you come because you loved me?”

        “Of course, I did.” He assured her and she hugged herself tighter. “Can I hug you, kiddo?”

        “I-I-I-” She stuttered.

        He carefully scooted over and first put a hand on her shoulder. She stiffened and Dream waited before he pulled her into a hug. With the hug, her entire body relaxed, having missed such a loving feeling. She started to sob and he pulled her into his lap and hugged her as tight as he could.

        His little girl, she was so broken. He didn’t know how that lanky, bitch boy managed to break her but he did. Dream ran a hand through her hair as he rocked the both of them as his heart was broken seeing his little girl like this.

        “It’s ok princess, I’ll make all this right.” He muttered. “I’m so sorry this happened, I’ll make it right.”

        He hated himself. He should have gone with her the first day she left. He should have done anything! He had to make this right now and he’d do everything in his power to bring her back. To make everything right.

 ....

        George and Sapnap came back seeing Dream holding a now sleeping (Y/N) as close as he could. Their friend looked so heartbroken as he held her.

        “I should have killed him.” Dream said. “No one else will ever get away with doing this to her. Are we clear?”

        The two other men shared a look before nodding to Dream.

        “Crystal.”

        Dream wouldn’t let this happen again and it was going to be a long time till he managed to fix his mistake.