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Oscar Isaac Characters Eating You Out

Minors DNI

Featured Characters: Miguel O’Hara, Moon Knight System, Basil Stitt, Anselm Vogelweide, Blue Jones, Poe Dameron, Nathan Bateman, Duke Leto Atreides, Prince John, Santiago “Pope” Garcia x afab!reader (Pronouns and descriptions aren’t used for the reader)

CW: SMUT (did you look at the title?), pet names, slight size difference, fingering, face riding, mention of periods, slapping, toys, anal, dub-con, sub and dom roles, squirting, overstim/crying, untranslated Spanish, and possibly some other things (All are just brief mentions)

These are just some short, dumb little rambles/headcannons of mine, so it’s not written the best. Not proofread or heavily edited.

(Lmk if you want more in the future)

Miguel O’Hara - Across the Spiderverse

Miguel is a tired man, always overworking himself with the Spider Society. All because he’s extremely thorough, never leaving something to be completed at a later date. Because of this, it’s not often he gets the chance to destress.

So, when it comes time to pleasure, he’s just as thorough. Miguel makes sure you feel just as much pleasure as he does.

Of course, because of his lack of free time, Miguel doesn’t care where or when it happens, he’s eating you out.

You’re in his office? Bend over.

You’re on your period? I guess he’s not beating the vampire allegations.

Pick a time or a place, he’s there, willing to thoroughly please you in whatever way he can.

Miguel is on his knees with your legs over his shoulders. His claws gently pricking at the soft of your thighs as he holds you still.

If you squirm too much, he is glaring at you from overtop your heat, pinning you in place with one of his massive hands.

His tongue runs laps in your cunt, teasing your clit and slurping you up. He’s eating you like a starved man, letting out small growls every now and again.

Miguel will refuse to touch himself until you’ve climaxed multiple times. He has the stamina to keep going for hours, and this is just a warm up for him. Besides, he’d rather see either of your pretty lips wrapped around his length over his hand.

When you’re a trembling, sopping mess underneath him, he’ll finally stop. His lower face is shiny as he licks his lips and hungrily smirks at you.

“Don’t think this is over, mi amor. This is just the beginning…”

Marc Spector / Steven Grant / Jake Lockley - Moon Knight

Marc wants you to feel as much pleasure as possible, because while he denies it, a part of him is a people pleaser. He always puts his partners above himself, including during intimate moments.

Marc is experienced and he will take the time to know what you like. Marc practically memorizes your body and what gets you riled up. But if he has the choice, he has you on your knees as he eats you out from behind.

Marc has you bent over as his tongue hits that perfect spot, causing you to tremble and moan in pleasure.

He loves seeing you grasp the sheets as you bury your face in your pillow, to him it’s a sign of validation, evidence that he’s making you feel good.

His hands grab at your thighs and ass as he goes to town. If he feels you try to pull away, he’ll swat your rear until you stay still.

When his mouth starts to ache, Marc will pull up and insert his fingers instead. He’ll move them in the way that has your toes curling and has muffled screams coming from your pillow.

Of course though, he finishes the job with his mouth back on you, drinking up every ounce you give him. He’ll lick his lips clean and kiss your cunt in praise.

“You did so good for me, darling…”

Steven is the most insecure of the boys. He never had the chance to date before, so he’s always worried about making you feel good. He especially worries when he hears how Marc talks about your guys' time together. Steven wants to make you feel just as good.

But Steven isn’t as affirmative as Marc or Jake.

Steven will keep you on your back, his hands feeling his favorite parts of your body. He loves to caress you.

Steven likes to be thorough but also to go slow. He wants you to feel every little moment he makes.

His tongue hits the spots you love, but it’s methodical, careful.

Steven pleasures you as though you could fall apart if he were to be too rough. But if you grind your hips or grab his hair, he’ll go a bit faster.

He lets you have control, his goal is to make you feel good, so why wouldn’t he listen to you?

Despite being focused on you, Steven won’t hesitate to make himself feel good too. Whether it’s with his hand or just humping at the mattress in front of him.

He definitely gets pussy drunk, babbling as dines on you.

“So pretty… so pretty…”

Jake, on the other hand, prefers to be a bit risky.

As much as he loves private moments with you (like the other boys), the thrill of getting caught makes it more exciting for him.

He’ll absolutely eat you out in his car or in an empty alleyway. All because you dressed up pretty for him or gave him that perfect smile of yours.

Jake likes to be quick but efficient with you, at least in public.

Jake sinks to his knees and pushes you against the brick wall. His hand stays on your stomach, making sure you don’t scramble from his grasp.

He’d start slow, intentionally making you panic about getting caught, but as he gets quicker, you become a moaning mess above him.

Jake will smirk as he makes quick work of you, making you finish quicker than you thought possible.

“Tan perfecta/o, mi vida… tan perfecta/o para mí…”

All of them love you so much, so sometimes after a hard day, they’ll each take turns making you feel good.

Steven most likely starts, being that he’s the most gentle. He’s a good warm up and he’s good for calming down without actually stopping. But with the other guys there too, he definitely is being a bit more aggressive to keep up.

Marc and Jake will take their turns, teasing and riling you up. Just between those two alone, your position is constantly changing, there’s no chance you’re getting sore from being stuck in one place.

Each of the boys will make sure you feel good, prioritizing you above all else. They even monitor each other through the many mirrors littered throughout the apartment. They just want their darling to feel good <3

Each will take their time, only stopping when you’re an overstimulated, crying mess.

Soft kisses and cuddling definitely ensue afterwards.

“Our beautiful darling…”

Basil Stitt - Lightningface

Basil, the pathetic, desperate, possessive loner. He will do anything for your attention. He will follow your every order. You don’t even have to touch him, he’ll cum just from eating you out. He loves you that much.

Basil is aggressive as he eats you out, desperate to make you finish. Because if you finish, you’ll stay, despite his scars.

He moans and whimpers more than you do as you pull him deeper into your cunt. His hands grapple at every curve of your body, desperate to make sure you’re real, that you want him.

Why would anyone want a monster like him? Even his own girlfriend cheated on him before his accident happened.

As he tastes you, he desperately chases your climax.

He needs you to feel good. He needs you.

When your legs tense around his head and you start praising him, he starts crying and finishes as well, his seed staining the floor below him.

His head falls against your inner thigh as his tears fall fast. He grabs at you harshly, his fear causing his chest to ache.

“Imsosorry… staywithmeplease…”

Anselm Vogelweide - Big Gold Brick

Anselm is a weirdo, a big horny weirdo, let’s get that out of the way.

Anselm will touch you and do whatever he wants whenever he wants. This kinky switch of a man will eat you out in any way possible, and it’s never simple.

Per his request, he lies tied up with you over him. His arms are completely restrained as he lets you control the situation.

Your glittering heat flutters as he blows on you, smirking at every little reaction you have. He loves your noises, especially when you’re loud.

Eventually you sit on his face, and groaning happily, he licks up into you.

Your hips rock back and forth on his face, his nose hitting your throbbing clit harshly. You’re breathing heavily as Anselm eats you up, his beard scratching the back of your legs as your hips move.

Despite being such an odd man, he absolutely knows what he’s doing, like— he’s extremely talented with his tongue alone. With every squirm and noise you make, he’s watching you like a hawk.

Your high builds and comes crashing down quickly. But when you start to move off, he harshly demands you get back.

“We aren’t done yet, doll. If you don’t get back on, I’ll kill myself.”

Blue Jones - Sucker Punch

Blue doesn’t eat you out for your pleasure, no- it’s to prove a point.

He owns you, just like he owns all the people working for his club. And because he owns you, he has to make sure you know how good only he can make you.

You were in the dressing room when he approached you, his eyes hungrily scanning your body.

Whether out of fear or attraction, you do everything he asks. So when he asks you to strip bare, you do exactly that.

With his head between your thighs, it’s hard to remember that this man could kill you without a second thought. He’s just too talented with his tongue.

Running a club has its perks, including having lots of practice in making others feel good. With all this practice, this man will do anything to make you squirt. He sees it as a sign of victory, that his toy likes him the best.

Your back is arching as Blue hits your sweet spot. Your hips lightly hump his face and nose, chasing your high. His hands grip your legs, letting you ride his face more and more.

You squirt all over his face, causing him to hum in approval.

When you finish, he licks a stripe through your arousal. Blue’s eyes meet yours.

“Bunny, do you act like such a desperate whore with all the clients?”

Poe Dameron - Star Wars

Lover of the sky, Poe is known for being quite flirty. With the constant travel, Poe has had his share of hookups and romantic partners.

Which is why, of course, Poe would do anything to make you feel as much pleasure as possible.

He’s cocky, sure, but when he brags about how loud he makes you scream, you know it’s the truth.

After a long day of travel, Poe is clinging to your cunt.

As his tongue runs laps through your folds, you tightly grip at his curls.

He’s already made you finish at least twice, and he’s desperate for another.

Your cunt is trembling from overstimulation, broken moans escaping your lips as you lazily try to pull him away.

With every faint tug of his hair, he pulls your body closer towards his mouth, not letting you escape.

His tongue circles your clit like a dehydrated man, wanting you to release and give every drop of yourself to him again and again.

When Poe gets you to release over his tongue once more, he doesn’t back off, speaking as he licks every drop.

“Just one more… Can you handle one more for me, baby?”

Nathan Bateman - Ex Machina

Nathan doesn’t eat you out normally, he much prefers using his fingers if he has to.

This man prefers making himself feel good above all else, he only tolerates making you feel good. Which is why he always makes you finish quickly or sometimes not at all, moving on to make sure he can get his pleasure from this exchange.

The only time he has eaten you out was when he walked in on you having a wet dream, mumbling his name as your legs spread under the blankets.

You wake up moaning loudly, Nathan tucked between your thighs, mouth to your aching core.

As he hits your sweet spot, you instinctively grab his head. His buzzed hair provides nothing to grip to as your hips sleepily grinds his face.

Everything feels extra sensitive and good, the lack of previous priority making you extra needy.

His beard provides a scratchy and satisfying feeling as his tongue laps up your soaked folds.

He doesn’t even acknowledge that you’ve awoken, now on a mission to make you finish on his mouth.

His hands grope at your waist and ass, gripping at all the soft flesh he can.

When you finish with trembling legs, he lifts his head, his beard glistening in your juices. His hand palms over his cock as he sits on his knees and stares down at you.

“Get up. It’s my turn.”

Duke Leto Atreides - Dune

Leto is a very busy man, but he does worship you when he gets the chance.

Constantly being needed by everyone, it feels nice to relax and give himself to the one person he wants to: you.

Sure, sometimes you’re under the table servicing him, but it’s not often he gets the chance to do the same for you.

He’s on his knees, worshiping your pussy like it is a divine god. Leto is praying to you with his tongue.

Leto is so focused on you, he can’t even acknowledge his own pleasure before he knows you’ve had some release.

He has to give his baby some extra care while he has the chance <3

His hands touch every inch that he can, worshiping all of you that he can.

Leto’s nose bumps your clit as he watches you like prey, he just loves your blissed out expression.

When you two make eye contact, he makes his assault that much more pleasurable. Whether that’s adding in his fingers or reaching deep into you with his tongue. Man loves his eye contact.

When you climax, he’s smiling and peppering kisses over your inner thighs.

“I still have time, shall we go for another?”

Prince John - Robin Hood (2010)

John is a man of pleasure, and he will devour you as long as he gets some in return. Just… never mention your ex or past relationships, he gets jealous.

He loves different positions and experimenting with you, as long as you’re both having fun or a good time, then he’s more than happy.

John, the whiny man, is begging into your cunt as you two eat each other up.

Your mouth is wrapped around his length as he laps up your warmth.

With each stroke of your tongue, he moves his in tandem. Every moan you gain from him, wonderfully rumbles your pussy.

His hands grasp and pull your ass cheeks, kneading the soft flesh.

John eats you like a starved man, because despite his regal status, you are by far the best meal he’s eaten.

At least that’s what he’d be saying if it weren’t the end to your guys night of pleasure, and John didn’t need an heir.

He probably isn’t the most thrilled to be eating his and your cum out of your pussy, but it's you, so he can’t complain.

Together, you finish and clean each other of every last drop, leaving both of you exhausted.

John pats his shoulder.

“Come, rest your head.”

Santiago “Pope” Garcia - Triple Frontier

Santiago loves to tease you. No matter the situation or place, he will edge you until you’re crying.

He likes seeing you as a whimpering mess, begging for some relief.

You were just on the cusp of finishing when Santiago pulled away, watching as you begged him to let you cum.

He’d chuckle and hold your hands hostage, not letting you get the chance to finish what he started.

As you start to come down from your high, he’d go back in, licking and eating your cunt out.

As you squirm, chasing your release, he’d cage your legs in place with his arms and hands. You’re not allowed to escape him or his constant teasing.

When he finally lets you finish, you’re a trembling mess, your hole clutching at his tongue as he eats every last drop.

“You’re so cute like this… maybe I should go again?”

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Scorched Hearts XIV

Summary:

'We loved with a love that was more than love - Edgar Allen Poe'

Aemond wallows in his grief over Valaena.

Warning(s): Angst, Drama, Language, Uncle/Niece Incest, Kissing, Grief, Desperation, Heartbreak, Talks of Euthanasia, Attempt at Euthanasia.

AEMOND x O.C Niece

Word Count: 4465

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon or Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used.

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The days had blurred into an endless stream of anxious hours. Aemond stared wordlessly out the window, his gaze vacant, face drawn and pale.

It had been over two weeks since Valaena had slipped into unconsciousness, and each day she remained silent, Aemond felt himself slipping further into despair.

Gerardys attended to Valaena daily, meticulously ensuring she received nourishment and care, his expression tightening each time Aemond asked if there was any sign of improvement.

Lirri and Arro had taken to caring for the children, who missed their mother terribly, not fully understanding what was going on.

Aemond himself had hardly eaten or slept. His usually pristine silver hair hung tangled, his appearance dishevelled. He spent nearly every hour by Valaena’s side, laying beside her, listening to the soft, rhythmic beat of her heart.

Sometimes, he would clutch her hand and sob, his pleas spilling out in quiet desperation, “Please-please, my love, come back to me. I can’t live without you.”

Family and friends came often, each one sharing their love, speaking as though their words alone could bring her back.

Rhaenyra would sit by her daughter’s side, clutching her hand, and Daemon would stand nearby, his hand occasionally brushing over Valaena’s dark hair.

Jace and Luke shared stories, speaking of their own daughters and laughing softly, trying to bring warmth into the room.

Alicent held Aemond often, her own tears mingling with his as she begged him to eat, to rest, to care for himself.

But nothing anyone did or said could reach him.

Even his new, unnamed son, waiting to be held by his father, had yet to meet him.

Aemond refused to see him, insisting that he would wait until Valaena could be there too.

One afternoon, as Gerardys was finishing his usual checks, Aemond whispered, “Is there any change?”

Gerardys let out a weary sigh and shook his head. “I’m afraid not, my prince.”

Aemond’s heart dropped, his gaze fixed on Valaena’s still face. He hardly noticed when Gerardys left the room.

There was a knock on the door, and Aegon stepped in, his expression shifting as he saw his brother’s grief-stricken face.

“What did he say?” Aegon asked quietly, already dreading the answer.

Aemond’s voice was barely a whisper. “There’s no improvement. S-She still won’t wake.” His voice broke, and he turned away, clutching the edge of the bed as though it could anchor him. “What if she never does?” he gasped, his face crumpling. “I-I can’t lose her, Aegon. I just can’t.”

Aegon crossed the room, wrapping his arm around Aemond’s shoulders. “Hey-it’s okay,” he said softly, his voice gentle. “Let it out.”

Aemond resisted, but only for a moment before he collapsed against Aegon, his body racked with sobs.

“W-What if she doesn’t wake up. I can’t lose her” he choked, the raw fear and sorrow cutting through every word.

“You won’t lose her,” Aegon murmured, his voice steady even as his own heart twisted painfully.

He had rarely seen Aemond cry, and never with such anguish.

Quietly, he brushed his fingers through Aemond’s tangled hair, trying to comfort him as best he could.

“Is she not responding at all?” Aegon asked gently after a few moments.

“N-No,” Aemond replied, his voice hoarse “How am I supposed to live without her?”

Aegon took a deep breath and, with quiet certainty, said, “You won’t have to. Valaena will come back to you. She loves you too much to leave you—not after everything you two went through just to be together.”

“I-I just—”

“No,” Aegon interrupted, his voice firm. “You listen to me. Valaena loves you, and she will come back. She’s fighting her way back to you, I know it.”

Aemond took a shaky breath, nodding as he wiped his tears furiously. He glanced at Valaena, his heart aching with every beat.

“I hope you’re right, Aegon,” he whispered. “I really, really do.”

Days passed, and Aemond felt hope slipping through his fingers. Each morning, as he opened his eye beside Valaena’s still form, the weight of despair grew heavier.

His sister, Helaena, would visit frequently, talking in her quiet, lilting voice about crickets and how they would all sing together again.

Although he didn’t understand her words fully, he found comfort in them—a flicker of brightness in the midst of his grief.

Rhaegar and Elaena would bring small bouquets of flowers, placing them tenderly by their mother’s side.

Daenys, too young to understand, would pat her mother’s arm, murmuring, “Mama, mama,” in her small, confused voice.

Each of her innocent touches and soft calls felt like a dagger to Aemond’s heart.

He tried to stay strong for them, though with each passing day, it felt like his own strength was crumbling.

However, on one of Gerardys' routine visits, the tension reached breaking point.

Gerardys moved from one side of the bed to the other, checking Valaena’s pulse and her pallor.

His sigh was heavy, and his eyes held none of the hope Aemond longed to see.

“It has been over four weeks,” Gerardys said gravely. “And still, there is no sign of improvement.”

Aemond’s hands gripped Rhaenyra’s tightly, his heart pounding painfully. When he glanced at his good mother, he saw her own pain mirrored in her eyes.

“Is there truly nothing more you can do?” Rhaenyra asked, her voice strained with desperation.

“I am afraid not, Your Grace,” Gerardys replied, shaking his head. “I have tried everything within my knowledge and means. The princess simply does not respond.”

Aemond’s jaw clenched, and his voice came out rough, nearly a whisper. “If she doesn’t wake up what will happen to her?”

Gerardys hesitated, his expression a mix of compassion and sorrow. “If she remains in this state, it is likely her body will eventually begin to weaken, and she may pass away-but there are also ways to help her pass-to end her suffering”

Aemond's brow furrowed. “What do you mean, help her pass?”

Gerardys looked between Aemond and Rhaenyra who nodded before speaking. “The Queen and I, along with her council have discussed the possibility of administering a high dose of sweet sleep to the Princess. It would allow her to pass peacefully.”

For a moment, Aemond was too stunned to respond, his mind reeling. “You-you want to kill her?”

“Please, my prince,” Gerardys said, raising a placating hand. “Allow me to explain—”

“Get out” Aemond’s voice was a low, dangerous whisper, but his expression blazed with fury.

Rhaenyra reached for him, pleading softly, “Aemond, please. Try to understand that—”

“GET THE FUCK OUT!”  His shout rang through the room, raw and filled with rage and pain.

Without another word, Gerardys bowed his head and quickly left the room, and Rhaenyra followed after him, her shoulders slumped.

As soon as they were gone, Aemond rushed to the door, slamming it shut and locking it behind them.

He turned back to Valaena, his chest heaving. Sitting by her side, he took her hand in his, pressing it to his lips.

“I won’t let them- I won’t let them take you from me-” he whispered, his voice breaking.

Aemond clutched her hand, drawing it to his heart. He sat like that for hours, unmoving, praying that somewhere deep within, she could hear him.

Aemond barred the door to the room, turning away every visitor, every knock, every entreaty to let someone in. He didn’t want anyone near Valaena, didn’t want anyone near them.

He was done with their attempts to comfort him or, worse, convince him to let her go.

As he sat slumped against the wall, Gerardys’ words replayed over and over in his mind: that she may never awaken, that her body would weaken until eventually, she would pass.

The suggestion of sweet sleep to ease her passing had ignited anger so fierce it had consumed him, but now, in the stillness, that anger simmered into something else entirely—.

The ache in his chest was so raw, so all-consuming, that he felt as if he were being hollowed out from the inside, his heart twisted into a mass of pain he could barely breathe around.

The thought of her slipping further and further away, of her body growing frailer with each day, was like a knife twisting in his heart.

He didn’t want her to waste away; he didn’t want her to be in pain.

Slowly, he got to his feet and approached the bed, his gaze fixed on Valaena’s face.

She was so beautiful—ethereal, almost as if she were caught between this world and another.

Her skin was pale, but her features were softened, the gentle rise and fall of her chest was the only sign of life, and with every second, he feared it would be the last.

Even in this slumber, she was radiant, a vision of the fierce and tender woman he loved more than life itself.

It was almost cruel, the way her beauty remained undisturbed, untouched by the weight of what they were enduring.

He couldn’t look away; he was terrified that if he did, he’d forget this moment, the way she looked, lost in a place he could not reach.

In his mind, she was still full of life, laughing, fierce and strong. He closed his eye, recalling her strength, the fire in her gaze that had captivated him from the beginning.

Wanting to remember her as she was.

Aemond picked up a pillow, clutching it in his shaking hands. He remembered what she had said to him in their cabin.

‘Just promise me one thing. If I am to die, I would rather it be by your hand’

She’d made him promise. The thought of letting her linger in this half-life, slipping further from him, made him feel like he was failing her.

Taking a shaky breath, he lifted the pillow, his vision blurring as he held it above her face.

Every fibre in his being screamed at him to let her go, to do the one thing he could do to free her from this endless silence.

But standing here, the pillow shaking in his hands, he couldn’t bear it.

Looking down at her face, so still and beautiful, he saw the traces of her smile, the faint lines around her eyes from all their laughter, all the quiet moments they’d shared.

Memories surged forward—Valaena laughing, Valaena fierce and defiant, Valaena holding their children.

His hand dropped slightly, then his grip loosened, and the pillow slipped from his fingers onto the floor.

He stumbled back, horrified at what he had almost done. He pressed a hand to his mouth, his breath coming in sharp, shallow gasps.

“I-I can’t do it,” he whispered, his voice breaking. His chest felt as though it would shatter from the weight of it all. “I’m sorry,” he choked out, “I’m so sorry-”

Weakly, he lowered himself to his knees by the bed, clutching the sheets as he buried his face in them.

“Please come back to me,” he whispered, his voice raw with desperation. “Please, I can’t do this without you. I don’t know exist without you.”

After a long, silent moment, he pulled himself up, he leaned forward and kissed her gently on her lips before he laid down on the bed, drawing her close.

He wrapped his arms around her, pressing his forehead to her shoulder, feeling the faint warmth of her skin.

 “Sleep as long as you need to, love. I’ll be here when you wake up. I’ll take care of you.”

With his arms wrapped around her, he rested his head beside hers, feeling the faint warmth of her skin against his own.

As he drifted off to sleep, he let himself hope—fragile, desperate hope—that somewhere, somehow, she could hear him.

Aemond was soaring through a vast, endless sky, the blue stretching out forever above him, beneath him, and all around.

Vhagar’s mighty wings carried him effortlessly as he glanced over to see Valaena riding alongside him, Silverwing gliding through the air.

Her dragon’s silver scales gleamed in the sunlight, and Valaena herself was laughing—a bright, carefree sound that echoed around them.

Aemond felt joy fill him as he watched her lean forward, urging Silverwing into a dive. She tucked her wings close to her body and plunged toward the glittering sea below, the wind rushing past in a blur of motion.

At the last moment, Silverwing pulled up, wings slicing across the ocean’s surface so close that sprays of water fanned out behind her, shimmering in the sunlight.

Aemond laughed, his voice echoing with pride and exhilaration, as he shouted, “Show-off!”

Valaena threw her head back in laughter, her dark hair streaming in the wind, her voice bright and filled with a joy he hadn’t heard in what felt like a lifetime.

But suddenly, a flash of blinding light tore across the sky, so fierce that he instinctively shielded his face.

Blinking, he looked around in panic. “Valaena!” he shouted, desperation cracking his voice. “Don’t go towards it—stay by my side!”

Her laughter faded, replaced by a strange, echoing silence.

Then, her voice drifted through the air, soft but clear. “Is not my time,” she said, her words rippling through the air like a gentle breeze.

“No, not yet. Come with me,” he pleaded, his heart hammering in his chest.

Valaena hesitated, glancing toward the bright light in the distance.

But then she turned Silverwing, guiding her away from the beckoning glow.

She followed him, and together, they flew back toward King’s Landing, circling the Red Keep in unison before landing in a green, sunlit meadow just outside the walls.

Aemond descended from Vhagar’s saddle, climbing down the sturdy rope ladder.

He barely had time to turn before Valaena was there, sliding gracefully down Silverwing’s wing and landing with a soft thud on the grass.

Aemond felt his breath catch as he closed the distance between them, pulling her into his arms. He buried his face in her hair, breathing in her scent, feeling her warmth against him, tangible and solid.

He whispered against her ear, “I love you-”

Before she could reply, footsteps sounded in the distance. Aemond turned to see Helaena approaching, her eyes soft and distant, a serene smile playing across her lips. She tilted her head, meeting his gaze.

“The crickets will sing together again,” she said quietly, her voice lilting with a familiar, otherworldly calm.

Aemond furrowed his brow, confusion knitting his expression. “Helaena, what—?”

But before he could finish, she turned and walked away, humming softly to herself, her voice fading into the distance.

Aemond glanced back at Valaena, who simply shrugged and took his hand. She looked at him, her gaze warm and full of affection.

“Let’s go home,” she murmured, her voice soft and comforting, her words echoing around him as the world began to fade.

Aemond’s eye fluttered open, the remnants of the dream lingering as a dull ache in his chest.

For a brief, beautiful moment, he half-expected to see Valaena there beside him, her smile bright, her eyes filled with that warm, knowing light.

But as he blinked, the cold darkness of the room settled around him, and the fog of sleep cleared, allowing the painful truth to seep in.

It had only been a dream.

Reality crashed over him like a tidal wave, and he clenched his fists, feeling an unbearable weight in his chest.

The vividness of the dream—the warmth of her laughter, the thrill of flying together, the strength of her arms around him—had felt so real, so heartbreakingly close.

But now, she lay beside him unmoving, locked in a silent slumber.

Aemond let out a shuddering breath as he realized how foolish it had been, to believe even for a second that she might have woken, that she might be well again.

A faint spark of hope that had flickered in his chest during the dream faded, replaced by a hollow, gnawing grief.

He turned toward her, studying her face—the face that had smiled at him moments ago, so vibrant and alive.

But now, her expression was empty, serene but lifeless, her shallow breaths offering a miniscule amount of comfort.

He reached out, his hand hovering over hers, hesitant, as if to touch her would shatter the fragile illusion he’d clung to in the haze of sleep.

His fingers brushed over her cold skin, and he felt an ache so deep it threatened to unravel him.

Aemond drifted into another restless sleep, but a faint sensation roused him—a delicate brush of movement against his hand.

At first, he thought he was still dreaming, that his mind was playing tricks on him.

But the gentle twitch continued, soft and real, grounding him back in the present.

His eye flew open, heart pounding, and he looked in disbelief as Valaena’s fingers moved, curling ever so slightly against his.

He sat up with a jolt, staring at her face.

Her eyelids fluttered, and then they slowly opened.

 With a quiet gasp, he cupped her cheek, his thumb brushing across her soft skin. "I knew you'd come back to me," he whispered, voice breaking with relief and disbelief.

Tears spilled from his eye as he leaned down, pressing his face into the curve of her neck, his arms wrapping around her protectively. "Thank the gods-”

Aemond felt her hand, still weak, but unmistakably real, move to rest on his head. Her fingers stroked gently through his unkempt hair, a familiar, tender gesture.

A shiver ran through him as he held her closer, feeling the weight of his anguish begin to lift, replaced by an overwhelming wave of gratitude and love.

For a long moment, he stayed there, sobbing quietly, pouring weeks of heartache and fear into her presence.

Valaena’s touch anchored him, assuring him of her return.

When he finally looked up, her gaze met his, tired but warm, filled with a quiet strength. His heart clenched as he took her face in his hands, memorizing every detail.

"I was so afraid," he murmured, voice trembling. "Afraid I'd lost you forever."

She managed a faint smile, her eyes filled with the same love that had carried them through every trial before this.

 "I’m here," she whispered hoarsely, her voice barely more than a breath. "I’m here, my love."

Aemond kissed her forehead, then her cheeks, and finally her lips, a desperate and reverent touch, as though it might bind her to him forever.

And for the first time in weeks, he felt peace.

“Our son?” Valaena’s voice was soft, hoarse from the long silence she’d endured during her coma, but it was full of that familiar warmth Aemond had missed so much.

Aemond’s smile faltered, and he looked down at her. His heart ached to see the longing in her eyes, but he kept his voice steady as he responded, “I haven’t seen him, not yet.”

Valaena frowned slightly. “Why?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, but her gaze searching his face for an answer.

“I-I wanted us to see him together,” Aemond said, his throat tightening at the memory of the promise he’d made to her, the one he had struggled to hold on to in the weeks since her coma.

Valaena’s lips curved into a gentle smile, a glimmer of her usual warmth returning. “Can we see him now?” she asked, her eyes softening.

Aemond nodded and stood up, walking toward the door. His heart swelled as he imagined the moment when Valaena would finally get to hold their child. He unlocked the door and called for Lirri.

A few moments later, Lirri appeared, her expression concerned as she saw Aemond’s face. “What’s wrong, my prince?” she asked quietly.

“Could you bring me the babe?” Aemond asked, his voice low.

Lirri nodded and, without hesitation, disappeared into her chambers. A few minutes later, she returned, carrying a small, swaddled bundle in her arms.

She gently placed the baby into Aemond’s arms, and he held the tiny form, feeling the weight of it settle against his chest.

“Thank you, Lirri,” Aemond said, his voice filled with gratitude. He shut the door behind her and returned to Valaena’s side.

With a tender smile, he carefully placed their son on her chest. Valaena’s breath hitched, her eyes wide with wonder as she gazed down at the small bundle, her fingers trembling as she lightly traced the baby’s tiny features.

“He looks just like you,” she whispered, her voice full of awe as she stared at the baby.

Aemond couldn’t help but smile as he looked at their son, his heart filled with a profound love that he could barely put into words.

He stroked his son’s cheek gently, his voice thick with emotion. “I’m sorry that I waited this long to meet you properly,” he murmured, regret lacing his words.

Valaena reached out, her hand taking his in a gentle, soothing gesture. She kissed his palm softly, and Aemond’s eye closed briefly at the touch.

When she pulled away, her gaze returned to their son, her expression tender.

“Does he have a name?” she asked, her voice quiet, almost like a prayer.

Aemond’s eyes met hers, his heart heavy with the weight of their shared decision. “No,” he replied softly. “I wanted to wait for you.”

Valaena’s lips curled into a small, affectionate smile. “I’d like to name him Aemon, in honour of his father,” she said, her eyes sparkling with love.

Aemond chuckled softly, shaking his head in disbelief. “Are you sure you want to do that?” he asked, teasing, though his heart swelled with affection.

Valaena nodded with certainty, her eyes warm with emotion. “I’m sure.”

Aemond stroked the baby’s soft silver hair, a tear threatening to fall as he marvelled at the life they had created together.

“Aemon,” he whispered, the name tasting like hope and promise. “He may look like me but he’ll grow up to be strong. Just like you.”

“Now’s not the time for Strong jokes my love” said Valaena,

“Time and a place. I know” replied Aemond smiling slightly.

Valaena shifted slightly, her eyes filled with concern as she looked up at Aemond. “You look so tired,” she said, her voice gentle.

“I haven’t been sleeping well,” Aemond admitted, his gaze dropping to their son. “Not since you’ve been in the coma.”

Valaena’s brow furrowed, and she gave a soft gasp. “How long was it?” she asked.

“Just over a month,” Aemond said, his voice tight as the pain of that time resurfaced.

Valaena’s eyes widened. “A-A month. What about our other children?”

Aemond placed a calming hand on her shoulder. “They’ve been well taken care of,” he said gently. “They visit often. The flowers over there are from Rhaegar and Elaena.”

Valaena nodded slowly, a single tear slipping down her cheek. She looked at the flowers with longing. “I want to see them,” she said, her voice breaking.

Aemond smiled softly. “Tomorrow, I’ll bring them to you,” he promised.

Valaena shifted again, the weight of the baby becoming too much for her.

Aemond gently scooped Aemon up, cradling him in his arms and rocking him softly as he looked at Valaena with concern.

“What’s wrong?” Aemond asked, his voice laced with worry.

Valaena’s gaze was sad as she watched Aemond care for their son. “I can’t even hold my son properly,” she murmured, the pain of her weakness clear in her eyes.

“You’ve just woken up from a month-long coma,” Aemond reminded her softly. “It’s going to take time to build your strength back.”

Valaena nodded, a sad smile flickering on her lips. “When will you tell my mother I’m awake?”

Aemond sighed, a small chuckle escaping him. “Not yet,” he said. “I want to keep you to myself for a little longer.”

The soft cry of their son brought Aemond’s attention back to the baby. He carefully opened the door noticing Lirri waiting outside in the hallway.

“Lirri,” Aemond said quietly, “He’s hungry. The wetnurse will need to be summoned.” As he placed his son gently into her arms

“Is my lady well?” asked Lirri.

“She’s awake”

Lirri smiled widely. “Does the prince have a name?” she asked softly.

“Aemon,” Aemond replied, a proud smile on his face.

Lirri smiled warmly “A good name-it suits him well”

“Don’t tell anyone that Valaena is awake,” he said softly. “I need a bit more time with her.”

Lirri gave a small nod. “I understand, my prince,” she said before slipping back into her chambers.

Aemond returned to the bed and sat beside Valaena, his heart light for the first time in so long.

He laid down next to her, his hand gently brushing her face. She was so tired, but there was a quiet contentment in her eyes as she watched him.

“I’ve been asleep for a month,” Valaena murmured, her voice faint, “yet I feel so tired.”

Aemond smiled softly, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “It’s okay, my love. Sleep. Rest.”

Valaena’s eyes fluttered closed, and she whispered softly, “I love you.”

Aemond kissed her forehead gently. “I love you too,” he whispered back, wrapping his arms around her, holding her close.

Just as the gentle rhythm of her breathing steadied.

"I dreamt we were flying," Valaena murmured, her words barely a whisper.

Aemond froze, his chest tightening at the sound. He looked down at her, her eyes closed, her face soft and peaceful as she rested.

The vulnerability of the moment struck him, but there was something else in her words, something that tugged at his heart.

"Flying?" Aemond whispered.

Valaena stirred slightly, the corners of her lips lifting as though recalling the fleeting images of her dream.

“Yes, with you,” she murmured, her voice still heavy with the weight of sleep. "You on Vhagar, me on Silverwing-The sky so blue and endless. There was a light, you wouldn’t let me go-and the crickets they sing together again"

Aemond’s heart caught in his throat. The images she spoke of mirrored his own dream so closely, it almost felt as if they had shared the same vision.

For a moment, he dared to believe that her mind was reaching out to him, somehow connecting in a space beyond reality.

Her hand twitched slightly in her sleep, and he gently took it in his, his grip tight, as if holding on to a memory, a hope that perhaps, just perhaps, she could hear him, could feel him there.

And as the weight of their shared grief, their joy, and their love settled over them, Aemond finally allowed himself to close his eyes, drifting off to sleep with Valaena nestled safely in his arms.

TBC

[bon2bonn]

Just you and me

Max Verstappen x driver!reader

*Part of a thousand day of summer with you , what if our female driver didn't join Mercedes back in 2019, what if Red Bull gave her a new offer compensating for the past and offering her a long time seat alongside Max which proves to be the best decision they made to day , with six WDC between them and more to come , a little surprise made it's way to them , more specifically to Max which halted any chance of bringing their buried feelings to light . Or in other words : Red Bull!female!driver X single dad!Max feat the cutest bundle of sunshine called Poe .

Frantic Knocks paired with the bell ringing on repeat scared her out of her sleep , she hastily jumped out of bed with her feet tangled up in the sheets making her stumble a bit but she got out and made her way to the front door, glancing at the clock on her way she cursed at the time , 03:18 glared back at her and she prepared herself to give whoever dared to wake her in this damned time a piece of her mind .

she threw the door open, face contoured into a scowl , ready to curse at who stood on the other side but halted as she came face to face with her teammate Max.

A very tired and on the verge of crying Max, his hair messed and his eyes half closed and from where she stood she could see how red they are , but that's not the only thing that got her to halt , it's also the fuzzing bundle in his arms, letting out whines that soon turned into loud cries making Max clench his eyes as if in pain before turning to address her in a hoarse voice " I don't know what to do, I fed him , and I changed him twice , and tried everything but he won't stop crying, and I don't know what else to do " she closed her gaping mouth quickly letting him in and shut the door behind them .

She led him to the living room where she turned the lights on and took the baby bag from him arm , putting it aside before taking the squirming baby out of his hands , cooing gently at the boy as she held him to her chest " oh , baby , why the sad face , look at how tired your papa is , you're giving him a hard time now ? " The boy cooed in content, his cries are long gone once he settled in her arms, slowly falling asleep listening to her gentle words as she hummed to him mixed with her heart beat , he was more than willing to rest after a long wailing session that chased the wits out of his father's mind .

Speaking of his father, she turned to check on him only to find him passed out on the couch, he operated on autopilot the whole way up to her house and the moment he passed his son to her and his cries ceased he was left in awe at how quick he settled the moment her voice reached his ears, both him and his son honestly, and he didn't waste a moment to fall back and drift the moment his head hit the cushions .

She looked at the sleeping man on her couch before looking back down at the bundle in her arms, she whispered to him gently " look poe , your papa is out as a light , what do you think? Should we let him get some rest ? " He cooed at her making her humm , adjusting him into one arm while she took a blanket from the side draping it over the sleeping Max, turning off the lights after making sure he's comfortable in his position before heading to her room taking the bag with her , she settled the now sleeping baby on the bed , setting the pillows as a makeshift barriers for the night, then she settled herself after she made sure nothing would disturb his sleep for the time being, knowing her day would be busy to say the least .

☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️☁️

The first thing that max was aware of when he woke up the next morning was the soft blanket covering him , then he smiled at the strong smell of freshly made coffee, for the first time in months he enjoyed the quiet atmosphere, the peaceful haze of morning, it's quiet, too quiet for his usual routine of his son waking him up in ungodly hours wailing himself to no end , then he sprung up , searching frantically for his missing son , his mind a scrambled mess as he looked around in confusion his brain is yet to fully catch up with his now growing panic , and just when he was about to get to his feet she came in , with his boy now changed and dressed in one of his adorable themed onesie with his racing number on the back and a trophy on the front paired with a small blue beanie over his head , he relaxed and laid back down watching curiously .

She was talking to little poe quietly as she made her way to the rocking chair by the balcony sliding doors seemingly unaware of him being awake " okay popo , how about we get you fed , then we could do our chores for the day while your papa get some sleep , what do you think ? " The boy let out a small squeak while his gaze was fixed on her as she caressed his cheeks softly before adjusting him up properly to feed him , his small hands grasping hers as she held the bottle , same as his dad's who she didn't notice yet , silently basking in the sight of before him , at how she easily she handled his distressed son in a matter of seconds , his mind drifting to what his life would've been, if he didn't hesitate when he had his chance to confess , if he didn't let his anger cloud his judgement back in Silverstone ? , if he didn't let that deadbeat woman who's now the mother of his son weasel her way into his bed ? , what if ? , and as his teammate always said is the best way to let your thoughts eat you alive, and get your mind to mourns the possibility of things that might've not even happen the way you think they would've.

Her voice snapped him back as she whispered to his boy " you know poe , your papa is doing his best, he's new to this kind of life but , he's learning along the way and he's doing a great job , so how about we make a promise, just you and me , to help him the best as we could, cause he needs to know that he don't have to do everything on his own, specially not this , okay ? " She reached out her pinky, and the boy didn't hesitate to grasp it with his fist closing around it tightly, making her nod in agreement as she shook his hand " okay " then planted a delicate kiss on the back of it before humming as she stood up , patting his back lightly to purp him and when it didn't work she went to the couch laying him on his back before taking his feet gently and started to do cycling motions, making sure to be gentle, then switched to support his knees up while doing circular moves then let him rest before asking " ready to let the bad air out ? " He grunts at her , making her chuckle as she proceeded with the exercises turning halfway to look at the other side of the couch where Max laid, smiling widely when her eyes lock with his now wide awake blues, greeting him softly " morning sleepy head " , he groaned and turned into his side , facing them fully and greeted back with a slight pout and voice still heavy with sleep " morning" watching as she carried on with her work but she nods her head at the kitchen " I made you a fresh pot of coffee , and your favourite too , but first come on up , we have to finish our exercise isn't that right pow pow? " the said boy grinned at her attention his arms waving as his father dragged himself to move to their side curiously watching as she instructed " sometimes burping alone won't get all the air out so we have to do some exercises to gently stimulate his bowel movement , that'll get the gas out the other way , now let's see how much air we could get out " she proceeded to make a full circular moves pressing gently against his belly making him grunt as he break winds , his eyes widened along with Max's as another loud string of sounds came out making her hold her giggle at their startled faces , and when it came to an end little poe let out a loud huff in content, finally at ease and kicked his feet in delight, she tickled his side as she cooed " that what made you so cranky the whole time?! Now we're all good , right ? " Earning loud giggles in return , she turned to the still stunned Max who now wears a frown his mind racing at how helpless he is when it comes to taking care of his own baby , every time he thinks he got it figured out he came face with the reality of barley managing through the day , his helplessness amplifies when he see how easily and gracefully his best friend seems to manage his distressed boy , finding no trouble when it comes to this, meanwhile he's barely few months in and he's already doubting his capability as a father.

She could see the tournament going in his mind , how he's doubting himself again , having witnessed firsthand his breakdown when his now ex fiance walked out on them , leaving behind a shell shocked Max and a wailing Poe for her to walk in to when she made a visit few weeks ago , and to say she do understand his doubts wouldn't be a lie , so she nudged his shoulder with hers , giving him a soft comforting smile as she let him lean his head on her shoulder, both gazing down at the sleepy boy who was drifting away with his small hand gripping her fingers tightly , he caressed Poe cheek gently as he whispered " every time I think I got it handled I'm proven wrong, I honestly don't know what I'm going to do " she used her free hand to pat his cheek " Don't beat yourself over this , no one is expecting you to know everything right away , no one does , everyone learn as they went on day by day , just like driving, you start with the basics and the more you learn the easier it gets " he argued back " but you seem to do " she chuckled quietly " I had been there to witness my dad lose his shit over taking care of Eddie , me and a months old Tommy , that wasn't easy and neither is this , then came my twin cousins Mathew and lily both gave everyone a run for their money but we managed, then there's Marc who is a God sent who was quiet and never really cried a lot , it was easier to venture through that but when Gigi came it was like she took it upon herself to double the work for everyone , and all I'm trying to say is you don't have to do everything on your own, that's the best way to drive yourself insane, instead you have everyone ready to help , you have Poe and you have me " she leaned her head over his after planting a kiss on his forehead , his eyes closed for a moment before voicing his source of doubt " but everyone have their lives to worry about" she flicked his forehead with her free hand as she scolded " our lives won't stop us from being there for you two , don't make me beat that fact into your stubborn head " he whined quietly before pinching her side as a payback " alright, I get it " . she nods after she swatted his hand away " good , now go ahead and take a shower cause you stink , I'll put Poe in my room then I'll reheat everything for breakfast " he frowned at her " you didn't have anything yet !? , it's almost......." She cuts him with a smack on his shoulder " you'll wake him up ! And no I didn't, I was waiting for you , I didn't want to eat alone " he was about to scold her but held back , knowing that ' she didn't want him to eat alone ' not the opposite, so he sighed in defeat and leaned over to leave a kiss on her temple , leaving another one on the sleeping boy's forehead before heading to her room , where he picked one of his many stolen hoodies and a sweatpants from his shelve in her closet and made his way to take a much needed shower.

[writer-komaru]

.♱ 𓆩𖤍𓆪 ♱. Moonlight Kisses ｡✧ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ﾟ｡⋆ 𖤐

✧Rating: Fluff + Smut

✧Characters: Edgar Allen Poe

✧Word Count: 3.9k

✧Summary: Headcanons about Poe and Karl because they’re precious.

Platonic + Romantic + Sexual + Karl

.𖤣 .𖥧 𖡼. ⚘.° :Platonic

✿ Poe’s main interest in life is to write. More specifically, write a mystery novel even the great detective Ranpo can’t crack to get his sweet, long-awaited revenge.

✿ He spends hours, long, grueling hours, slumped over his desk with adorable raccoon freind curled up on his lap, writing none stop. His feathered pen flutters through the air as its ink soaked tip etches Poe’s ideas into words. It’s almost beautiful.

✿ His sleep deprived eyes struggling to stay open, hyper focused on the air taking shape in front of him

✿ Just like a sculptor, he chisels away at the manila paper with the hopes of soon creating a magnificent statue to stand the test of time.

✿ That uplifting dream helps keep his head high and his pen working overtime

✿ But even a talented writer like him often has his off days. Days where he feels his river of rushing inspiration run dry; days where the negation of his health finally finds the opportunity to pounce.

✿ Usually when he finds himself stuck at the bottom of an ocean of despair, he hesitatingly leaves his room and takes a stroll around his mansion.

✿(btw I headcanon, I’m pretty sure it’s cannon but idk, he lives in a secluded mansion on the outside of town with a view of the ocean by his window and a lush garden of roses in his front yard. He usually doesn’t take very good care of it cuz he spends most of his time writing but sometimes he likes to stop by and admire the new buds)

✿(I also headcannon he has tons of shelves and climbing equipment set up up the wall and on the ceiling of his study so if Karl gets bored he can scamper up there and have some play time)

✿He takes note of anything that catches his eye; whether that be intricate designs of the wooden trim on the walls, the feeling of smooth tiles under his shoes, the sounds of leaves rustling against the windows, the faint scent of mahogany and spruce hanging in the air from the numerous candles he likes to light.

✿ Although these senses may sound boring, all it takes is a small spark of intrigue to set of an explosion of fireworks in his mind that leave him rushing back to his chamber to jot it all down, Karl scampering after him excitedly.

✿ But on days he doesn’t even have the will to get out of bed, it leaves Karl with the duty of getting him back on his feet.

✿ He’ll give him tons of fluffy cuddles and licks on the cheek, deliver him snacks leftover from Ranpo’s last visit, and eventually yank him out of bed by the sleeve of his pajama shirt when it’s time to get some sun.

✿ He’s perfectly content with this lifestyle and finds comfort in his solitude. Big crowds of loud, unfamiliar people make him uncomfortable and afraid. All he really needs is his writing, Karl, and Ranpo.

✿ There’s just one thing. The more he ventures outside of his sanctum, the more he begins to long for something.

✿ It’s a solemn feeling; Like the sad cry of a lost wolf pup, endlessly marching through a thick and dark forest, calling out for any signs of its pack. He can practically feel the cold biting at his torn paw pads and the thicket’s thorns scratching at his back.

✿ No matter how many sweet nuzzles Karl gives him, the feeling still persists.

✿ That was until he finally ran into you. In that moment where his eyes gazed into yours, his breathing stopped. The heavy, painful feeling of loneliness suddenly falters, like the metal cuffs weighing from his wrists and ankles unlock.

✿ Even though he has the conversation skills of both a theater kid and a wet rag, he does his best to keep up.

✿ His long, dark locks covering his eyes don’t do much to shield the slight red glow of embarrassment from his cheeks

✿ When he gets nervous, he likes to glide his fingers loosely through Karl’s dense fur. He makes sure to give him a nice brushing when it gets too tangled so it’s usually in pretty good condition. The quiet action helps steady his nerves, and Karl’s almost too willing to get some extra attention.

✿ After meeting you, he begins to leave the house more often.

✿ He loves to rant to you about the next chapter of his novel and how the newest twist will finally prove itself too difficult for Ranpo to deduce. He’ll go into detail, explaining each and every complexity, red herring, and hidden meaning of his writing which will probably go straight over your head. Following everything up with a villainous cackle.

✿ After noticing your lost expression, he apologies enthusiastically and laughs it off.

✿ When Ranpo learns of the new friend Poe made, he will invite both of you out with him to a local arcade. Even though he acts all cheerful and aloof as he urges you to play games with him, he secretly hides the fact he’s just using this as an excuse to scope you out.

✿ He can’t have some unworthy person try to come along and steal his close friend away from him, no matter how childish that sounds. He also just wants the best for Poe.

✿ If you pass his vibe check, you’re now added to the list of people Ranpo actually enjoys spending time with (good for you)

✿ Now that you’re officially a certified friend of Poe, you’ll have to take on some of the responsibilities Karl once did when Poe gets stuck in a stupor of blank pages.

✿ Make sure to get him some groceries (using his card ofc with his consent) and kind words.

✿ Sometimes all it takes to displace the dark, thunderous worries in his mind is a pat on the shoulder and a few words along the lines of “I’m proud of you.”

✿ He’ll look back at you with such a sickeningly sweet smile as tears gush from his shining, dark eyes.

✿ Expect a neatly folded envelope with a ruby red seal and a few jet black raven feathers decorated under it on your doorstep. In it contains a handwritten thank you letter from Poe. (He’s so extra I love him)

✿ But can you blame him? He’s just so glad to have another friend he can count on! <3

° .; ʚ❤︎ɞ ‘｡˚ :Romantic

➷ Having Poe as a boyfriend has to be one of the most exquisitely beautiful yet taxing experiences in the world of dating

➷ He’s a major hopeless romantic and would always find him mind drifting off to thoughts of you while trying to work on his novel.

➷ When he eventually realizes he got off draft he’s already covered the whole page in praises, poems, and hearts. He grumbles to himself for making such an embarrassing mistake and tears out the page.

➷ Right when he was about to crumble it, he stops himself and instead tucks it neatly into his desk, never to see the light of day again.

➷ He turns to a new page and takes a deep breath to calm his mind. Yet, his pen remains stationary. His eyebrows knit together as he tries desperately to push away the surplus thoughts of you and his love for you out of his mind.

➷ “Why can’t I just focus on what’s in front of me…?” He groans in defeat as he flops against his desk. Karl brushes his fluffy tail over his back, nudging his ear with his nose.

➷ “I’m fine, Karl. Just a bit distracted, it seems,” he mumbles, covering his growing blush with his arms.

➷ Is he really reduced to a complete flustered mess, just by the mere thoughts of you? He whimpers at the idea.

➷ Just give him some time to wallow in self pity and he’ll finally pull himself together.

➷ He decides to vent out his feelings into stacks upon stacks of love letters, poems, and sketches, all embodying his undying love for the beauty known as you.

➷ Now that his mind is free of clutter, he can begin work on his novel once more. But, out of the corner of his eye, he doesn’t quite catch the faint blur of gray fur that swipes one of the poems and speeds off to an unknown location.

➷ After around two hours, Poe wipes his brow and stands up from his desk, finally ready to take a needed break for some food and rest. When he reaches to his shoulder to pet Karl, the spot he usually rests while cuddling around Poe’s neck, he finds it worryingly empty.

➷ The adrenaline spike of a mother’s primal instincts shoots directly into his veins like a drug as he jumps up from his chair and scrambles all over the house in search of his beloved friend.

➷ Sooner or later he finds Karl curled up by the fireplace with nearly folded piece of paper in his mouth. Poe gently takes it from him and gasps as he reads it. It… it was a poem… with your name on it? Did Karl steal one of his love poems?!

➷ Without fully reading over the poem, he hurries back to his study and shoves it into his desk, along with the rest of the incriminating material of his love.

➷ “Not a soul shall hear of this, especially not t-them…” He murmurs to himself before preparing a cup of tea to calm down his racing heart.

➷ After a large quantity of time goes by and he warms up to being more open with his love, he’ll make it his duty to write one poem for you each day and have Karl deliver it to you. He could be swamped in work, suffering from a fever, or caught up in a fiasco with the guild and he would still find the time to jot down a few words for your eyes and heart only.

➷ Plus, he makes sure to give each letter a stamp of approval from Karl by dipping his paw pad in some animal safe ink.

➷ No matter how much time he spends with you it’s just not enough for his poor enthralled heart.

➷ Often, he’d find himself lying awake a night, thoughts and dreams of you echoing and spinning through his mind like a carousel.

➷ Just a light touch on the hand can turn his poor cheeks bright red. The picture of his blushing, flustered face barely concealed by his unkempt dark hair is enough to make anyone want to tease the life out of this man

➷ On days he’s not as busy and a little more confident than usual, he’ll take you out somewhere nice. And when I say nice, I mean NICEEE.

➷ We all know this guy is loaded and he’s 100% willing to spend every dime of it on you.

➷ Thousands of servings of food, luxury clothing brands, sparkling jewelry, spa trips every day, fuck it, even a private jet if you really wanted. Just remember to not be too demanding because he can get pretty reckless with money.

➷ One time you told him how much you loved bunnies and the next time you went into your living room it was completely full of bunny merch of all kinds. Plushies, blankets, clothes, I could go on for days.

➷ All and all, his love language is most definitely giving gifts or words of affirmations.

.༺ཐི♡ཋྀ༻. :Sexual

ღ This guy is such a bottom in the kindest way I can put it. Everything about you sends currents of love streaming through his body, setting it ablaze. He’s completely at the mercy of this feeling, at the mercy of you.

ღ The only time he won’t be a bottom is when he’s going through a spout of confidence from either one upping Ranpo somehow or syncing himself up. But even then you won’t get anything more than a service dom.

ღ Let’s start of with his bottom side.

ღ He’s always pining for you, daydreaming about how lovely you are to him and how angelic you look. But his thoughts don’t always stay pure and fluffy.

ღ On days he’s especially pent up from working long days and nights on his writing, he can often find himself sucked into the honey trap of more… explicit fantasies of you.

ღ Sometimes it’s him tied up with you looming over him, sometimes you’re stroking him under the table during a guild meeting, sometimes you’re giving him head under his desk when he’s supposed to be finishing his novel, and sometimes you’re littering his pink tilted skin in hickies and lipstick stains.

ღ He whines in annoyance at the prominent bulge in his pants he now has to take care of.

ღ But maybe, if you’d be fine with it, you could make some of his fantasies come true…?

ღ He let’s put a yelp as he feels your hands slide up his thighs and your smirking face appear between them.

ღ his workaholic brain tries to resist the temptation in front of him in favor of working just a little bit more but… as soon as his fly is down and your intoxicatingly warm tongue laps against his head, he’s once again completely at your mercy.

ღ Even though he may have needy fantasies about you, I don’t see him having a very high libedo. You can expect to have sex maybe every week or so, adjusting around your needs instead of his.

ღ This brings me to discuss his service Dom side.

ღ When he’s in his confident mindset, you can find your back pressed against his mattress and his hands interlocked with his own as his lips trace against your jaw.

ღ You didn’t hear it from me, but his dirty talk is leagues ahead of most people in BSD.

ღ “What an alluring temptress I have below me, if I wasn’t the gentleman I am I would have taken you against every surface of my mansion until we’re both breathless and shaking~”

ღ “I can’t wait to bathe every inch and curve of your body in so much love and pleasure to the point your crying my name so loud even the angels in heaven will get jealous~”

ღ “Just like that, my beautiful goddess, I- Hahh I’m devoted to you and you only. I’ll pray and worship you every… se-second, hour, day of my life, I promise- Promise promise promise I’ll serve you! I’ll please you, I’ll make you feel an unending amount of ecstasy I swear to you!”

ღ “My angel, my love, my life, my everything, let your burning love out!! Nghhh~ Let it burst from your cunt, drip onto the mattress. I’ll clean it up later, I swear! J-just relax and cum for me, I-I Aghh!!! I just can’t hold on much longer! Please cum please cum please- Aghh!!~ I-I gonna cummmmm!!~”

ღ I totally see him as a virgin until he meets you. Either you’ll have to teach him or you’ll try to educate himself.

ღ How will he do that? Well, let’s just say there’s a certain shelf of his room no one, not even Karl, is allowed near. After exploring the world of more… erotic writing, that’s when he started to have fantasies about you.

ღ If you have a corruption kink, you better get to him before his private writing collection does~

ღ It’s pretty easy to make him lose his mind if I’m being honest.

ღ it can be done by giving him a sudden, deep kiss on the lips, a hug from behind where your hands wander further than his stomach, maybe even having him catch you in nothing but a bra and panties.

ღ Now that’s a great way to stay in his mind for hours~

ღ One of his guilty pleasures is marks. Hickies are his favorite because the pain that comes with scratches and bruises takes him out of his romantic mood. On days where he’s out and about with his dearest friend Ranpo and he catches the faint glimpse of a reddish bruise under the pearly white collar of his button up. Dread seeps into every corner of his body like a rock sinking to the bottom of a pond as a sinister smirk stretches across Ranpo’s face.

ღ “My my my, did someone have some fun last night?~ I never took you for the-“ Ranpo’s smirk widens as a hand quickly covers his mouth.

ღ “D-Don’t… allow me to keep at least some of my dignity…” Poe stammers out, using his other hand to cover his incriminating blush.

ღ But he could be caught in the act a million times before he ever even for a second regretted the nights of sinful passion you two spend together. Reaching a new level of nirvana with you proudly riding the life out of him makes him the happiest, most lucky man in all of the world. Even if you tease him, deny him, even degrade him, he’ll still love you more than anything.

ღ “Look at how desperate you are, cumming back to back like this is the best pussy you’ve ever gotten. Is it good? Do I make you feel good, my love?~” You coo to him, stroking his heated cheek.

ღ The lovesick expression on his face, drool dripping down his chin, a cherry red blush, his clumped locks sticking to the sweat of his forehead, it all says more than even a million, trillion love poems could ever hope of communicating.

ʕ(◕ᴥ◕)ʔ Karl

꩜ He absolutely ADORES both you and Poe

꩜ I'd like to think the story of how Poe met Karl is a long and detailed one, but I’ll try to keep it short

꩜ One day after being rejected by the 27th publisher, Poe began his sad walk home.

꩜ He knows he shouldn’t give up home and that soon enough someone would be interested in his stories, but the crushing despair of not being good enough ate away at him.

꩜ he keeps his head low and to the ground, to ashamed of himself to meet anyone’s eye. That was until he noticed the hard concrete sidewalk had now turned into a loamy, grassy mix.

꩜ When he looked back up, he found himself lost in a dark forest of looming trees, pointed thickets, and changing owls.

꩜ All around him was a never ending void, disturbed by only the chirping of small animals and the rustling of bushes.

꩜ He was completely lost.

꩜ After checking his phone to of course find it has no signal and the path he had just taken was now covered in thick bushes his blood went cold.

꩜ Was this his destiny? To get rejected from every publisher in his city and die alone and hungry in the forest at night?

꩜ He sank to the ground and hugged his knees to his chest.

꩜ Tears he has been fighting back for hours finally spilled down his cheeks, swamping the first floor in dirty, murky mud.

꩜ That was until he felt a strange tickling sensation against his back. His head whipped around to find an unexpected acquaintance.

꩜ It was a small, furry raccoon with large, black eyes. It cocked its head like Poe was a weirdly rock and chittered softly.

꩜ Poe backed away slightly. He knows the animals of the forest were never ones to be messed with, including a baby raccoon. Whenever there’s a baby, an angry mom is always nearby and ready to pounce.

꩜ But instead, the raccoon squeaked again and turned his back to him, shaking his tail side to side. Was it… trying to tell him something?

꩜ Suddenly, it began to march away, it’s tail swinging behind him. Did it want Poe to follow it?

꩜ Without any over ideas, the two began to make their way through the forest, weaving between thorny brambles and suspicious ivy. After only a few minutes the glowing lights of the city finally illuminated from the clearing of the forest.

꩜ “Little raccoon, you saved my life. How can I ever repay you?” Poe knealt down on the ground and gave the kind creature a sincere bow.

꩜ The raccoon chittered back at him and stood on its hind legs, reaching up to Poe. The writer’s poor heart is pierced with an arrow of affection for his new furry friend, scooping him up into his arms and carrying him back to civilization.

꩜ Karl was born into a little of cute, healthy raccoons, owned by an unknown russian author.

꩜ But one day after playing with his siblings, he suddenly found himself picked up by the author and sold off to a family looking for an unusual house pet.

꩜ After a series of events, Karl escaped and scurried off into the forest.

꩜ He may finally have freedom, but since he’s still so young, he doesn’t know how to find food or protect himself.

꩜ Just as he was about to curl up in a pile of leaves and sleep, he heard unusual sounds coming from deep in the forest.

꩜ That’s when he found Poe.

꩜ Back in present time, he spends all his time either resting on Poe’s shoulders, curled up by the fireplace, or nestled on your lap.

꩜ His favorite treats are nuts like cashews, acorns, and peanuts. He also likes blueberries, sunflower seeds, and grapes.

꩜ (don’t give him cotton candy he will cry and Poe will scold you)

꩜ Poe won’t let you feed Karl too many snacks in fear he might get even more chunky, but if Karl gives him some big, sad eyes and whimpers, Poe will eventually cave.

꩜ He loves to chase laser pointers and you may or may not have used that to lead him on a wild chase all over Poe’s study. (It was of course Ranpo’s idea)

꩜ You too giggle to yourself like little gremlins as Poe races around the room chasing Karl like a madman.

꩜ Poe makes him wear little boots when it rains and he hates them so much, always tries to pull em off so he can splash around in the mud.

꩜ Surprisingly love baths and will purr the entire time like the attention loving stinker he is.

꩜ Has been caught digging in Poe’s and your trash on occasion. When caught he stands on his hind legs and freezes, slowly backing away with an apple core in his mouth.

꩜ Cuz Poe’s so wealthy he often buys him tons of dog and cat toys, testing each out to find what he likes most.

꩜ Karl loves feathery cat toys to swat at, squeaker dog toys to chew on, and remote control mouses to chase. But his favorite toy has to be Poe’s long jacket and anything shiny or jingling on your outfit.

꩜ Always vies for pets and cuddles, hence why he’s always snoozing away on Poe’s shoulders or lap. He’s like a little baby you both raise together and he couldn’t have better parents <3

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(After taking a few days to recover from writers block I’ve FINALLY been able to finish this. Phewww!~ The schedule I’ve been experimenting with is still being worked on but I might be able to post it soon along with another question. Cya all then!~ <3)

[joelswritingmistress]

You Scare Me Professor: Chapter 56

Summary: The reader is taking graduate classes at a local university in the wooded upstate New York. She is drawn to her professor, Dr. Joel Miller, though she is also inherently aware that he has something dark about him that she can't quite put her finger on. As the reader's attraction grows deeper, she has to decide whether to endure the danger or run away as fast as possible.

Pairing: Professor Joel Miller x f!reader

~Tell me every terrible thing you ever did and let me love you anyway. - Edgar Allen Poe~

There was lots of silence over the next forty-eight hours. It was the only time since I'd known Dr. Miller that he was so intensely distant. At times I didn't see him for hours on end, and I almost began to question if he was inside the house at all. But then he would appear.

I hated it. I didn't know what he was feeling. Was it fear? Shame? Guilt? All of the above. I guessed it was a concoction of all the intense feelings I could accurately think of. I felt selfish for wanting a sense of normalcy; just a touch of it. I wanted Dr. Miller’s company even if that meant he was crying or screaming or quiet. The quiet is what I fear most, but I would still take it over his absence.

The bowl of nearly dry Cheerios that I barely spooned into my mouth was a metaphor for life as of late. It was another overcast afternoon in late winter and I was eating cereal as an early bird dinner.

I glanced around the empty kitchen as it grew a shade darker. I can't take this anymore.

This time, I knew where Dr. Miller was. I'd heard the old elevator plunge into the basement layer where the swimming pool was twenty minutes earlier; and so I left the bowl on the kitchen island and hurried to the seemingly ancient device to cascade me down into the bowels of the castle.

I wasn't afraid of what Dr. Miller might do or say. I just wanted to be with him, even if that meant we were both miserable together. I didn't care. Whatever he would say, or not say, was fine with me. Eating alone and sleeping on separate sides of the bed were agonizing, especially after the events of the past week. I was dying to connect. I was dying to comfort and be comforted.

When the old pulley system came to a halt beneath the ground, I stepped out of the eerie red light where the smell of chlorine filled my nostrils. For just a second, I was towed away back to the pool at the hotel. I was pulled back to the trauma brought on by Will. I heard his voice. I felt the blade on my neck.

Breathe.

I stepped out onto the tiles and I saw Dr. Miller sitting on the ledge of the shallow end. The bottom of his robe bathed in the water above where his feet dangled. I suspected he must've heard the elevator’s clunking, though when I carefully approached him, he jumped when my presence was felt.

“I'm sorry.” I jumped back at first, too, but slowly slunk my arms around him from behind until my knees met the tiles. “I'm so, so sorry.” My eyes closed and I felt a wave of relief when I felt his hand rest on one of my forearms. “I love you,” I whispered, “So much.”

Dr. Miller's shoulders lifted and fell with a deep breath. “I love you, too.”

When he did turn to look at me I moved to sit beside him. I could see his eyelashes were damp. “I'm here, ya know,” I told him, “I'll be as close as you want or as distant as you need me to be.” I quickly added, “But I'm here for you.”

Dr. Miller still looked straight ahead still with his hands folded between legs. “I can't even look at you,” he said with a shaking voice that was on the verge of cracking.

The words cut me. It was deep and immediate.

“What?”

“Now that you know..” He shook his head and never looked anywhere but the wall across the way. His nose scrunched in such a way that I could tell he was trying to battle off the tears that ended up falling anyway. Dr. Miller never finished his sentence.

“I know you,” I said to him, feeling my stomach knot up. “I don't care what you did, Joel.”

“You will,” he went on quietly. The tears continued. “When you process it fully.”

“I've known,” I explained. “Or at least I've suspected. And I don't care.”

“I’m a killer.” Dr. Miller finally looked at me again. “I've never said it out loud like that but that's what I am.”

“You killed a bad man.” I shook my head. “And I can't imagine the toll it's taken on you. I can't.” I ran a hand through his hair. “Let me be your safe space. You can let out all of your secrets and I will never judge you.”

I reached a hand across and dried beneath his eyes, one at a time and then kissed his forehead. Dr. Miller’s eyes closed and finally let his arm fall across the small of my back. I held him close.

“I need you,” I whispered.

“I don't know what I'd do without you,” Dr. Miller said back. “Honestly. I don't.”

There was a long pause before he finally pulled back. We both breathed and looked at one another.

“Will you come with me to the hospital to see my dad?”

I nodded. “Of course.”

Dr. Miller leaned back on his hands and huffed a breath, shaking his head. “I don't even know what to feel.”

I understood. I felt empty and unable to process reality. I knew what Dr. Miller was feeling must've been magnified.

“I'm sorry for what happened to you,” he added. “It was all because of me and what I did, and it led to you almost being killed.”

“But I wasn't,” I reminded him, “And it's not your fault. It's Will’s fault. He's the bad guy in this situation.” I swallowed hard and sighed. “I'm sorry for what he did to your family.”

Not only did Carol lose her husband, but Joel lost a brother in-law; a friend.

“I hope they lock up that piece of shit for the rest of his life.”

We sat there for a while. As unnatural as the silence was, neither of us could fill the empty spaces with conversation or banter or even small talk.

Finally, Dr. Miller turned to me. He let his hand creep over the top of mine and I glanced back at him.

“Thank you,” he said, “For saving me.”

“Your mom was the savior,” I told him, shaking my head. “She knew. From that one phrase.” A strike of awe hit me, “It's amazing how the love of a family can overcome and beat something so terrible.”

“I knew she’d understand,” Dr. Miller said, “And, yes, my mother had a heavy hand in it, too; but without you I would have drowned.”

“Without you I wouldn't have known how to swim at all.” I flicked the water with my foot and stared out at the pool before us.

He shook his head. “It's amazing, isn't it?”

I nodded. It was. I had to believe in fate after these past few months, and the ending at the hotel to culminate it all. What an emotional rollercoaster, to say the very, very least.

“Should we get dressed and get to the hospital?” I asked him.

Dr. Miller nodded. I helped him up and we began our walk toward the elevator.

“Hey.” He said quietly, making me glance over my shoulder at him. “I love you. More than you know.”

I gave a small smile. “I know. I love you, too.”

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[silly-little-gooses]

grayson hawthorne headcanons!

bc I know some of yall love this man

grayson was not a good swimmer as a kid. there were multiple times were he almost drowned so he taught himself how to swim out of spite.

grayson is secretly very dirty minded. he was the kid that laughs at adult jokes at family reunions. he may act like he doesn’t have a sense of humor, but it’s there.

grayson is a very talented painter. his artworks are in a wide variety of museums and his work has won many awards. he was named the most talented painter in the world at age twelve, but gave it up a bit has he grew older.

graysons hands are always cold. people are always shocked by how old his hands are. jameson calls him a vampire, but who knows, he may be right.

grayson enjoys reading non-fiction as well as poetry. he likes to try to comprehend the complicated works of edgar allen poe, charles simic, lord byron, etc.

grayson loves flying in planes. as a little kid, he was so interested in planes and as an adult, he still loves flying. he especially loves the little pretzels they give you.

grayson uses a lot of candles. not sure why, but he seems like a candles guy. he studies and reads by candlelight and owns most of bath and body works candles.

grayson prefers podcasts over music. he’ll play them everywhere - around the house, on walks, in the car, etc. he also listens to them before falling asleep so he doesn’t feel like he’s falling asleep alone (abandonment issues yk)

grayson is actually a really good singer. aside from violin, (which is canon), he also plays piano, guitar, bass, and drums. he sometimes posts videos of him singing and playing guitar on social media and girls go WILD.

grayson cries while watching kids movies/shows. inside out def made him cry, same with bluey. he will completely deny it, but he’s a softie for kids movies + shows.

as an adult, grayson is always very clean and tidy and proper. but as a kid, he loved adventures and would spend hours searching around the forest behind the estate. but he would always come home dirty and skye would yell at him, so he made himself stop and be clean and proper forever.

grayson looovveesss cats. he has two cats, a boy and a girl. he’s not a fan of dogs, they’re too loud and messy. but he’s a very proud cat dad.

grayson excels in school and his favorite subject is math. he’s kind of a goody two shoes when it comes to school. he never misses school and always goes to class. he may not stand the people in his classes, but he genuinely likes to learn.

grayson knows he’s hot, okay? he walks around school knowing he’s one of the finest people there (aside from his brothers ofc). he’s usually very confident in his appearance and has a good skincare routine and overall hygiene. however, he would never date any girl at his school bc they’re all “too desperate”.

grayson was always ridiculed by his mother for liking “girly” things as a kid. he’s always be into fashion, since skye put him in modeling at a very young age. he also loves flowers, skincare, and hair.

grayson doesn’t do a ton of sports, but he’s done fencing ever since he was little. he’s won a ton of awards for fencing too.

that’s all I have, byeeee! <3

[justsomerandomfanfic]

We Have Time - Tenth Doctor X GN Reader

Title: We Have Time

Tenth Doctor X GN Reader

Additional Characters: Edgar Allen Poe? (Mentioned)

WC: 2,368

Warnings: Reader has overwhelming thoughts?, depression?, Tenth Doctor may be ooc idk, flirting?, banter, sad thoughts, thoughts of death, crying, comfort, slight angst, and fluff

The Doctor was worried. Worried about you. You were somewhere in the TARDIS, and he couldn't find you for the past two hours, seventeen minutes, and six seconds; not that he was counting or anything... For him, time wasn't an issue. But he had been wandering around the TARDIS, trying to find you. He felt as if he had checked every room. every nook and cranny. Every possible place. And yet, there was no sign of you anywhere in the TARDIS. 

He almost felt like giving up, almost. But as he wandered down a corridor, and turned into the next room, he let out a breath he didn't even know that he was holding. There you were, sitting in a chair reading something. Only obvious, you were sitting in the TARDIS's library. There were multiple soft throw blankets spread on top of you, draped over your lap. You looked so tired, eyes blinking slowly. He tried to ignore the fluttering of his two hearts as he walked over to you, a small smile growing on his face. 

He circled around you, stopping at the back of the plush armchair, your eyes never moving or lifting from the pages of the book in your hands. From what he could guess, the book had to be pretty entertaining for you to not even notice his approach. "What are you reading?" He finally spoke up, leaning to rest his forearms against the back of the chair, looking at the book in your hand and back to your face.

At his words, you jumped slightly, one hand coming up to your chest, breathing deeply and staring wide-eyed at him before you calmed down almost instantly. You cleared your throat, closing your book and pushing it away from you onto your lap, before speaking up, voice soft, but still full of emotion, "A book with some old poems in it." You smiled softly at him before grabbing the book and showing him the cover, making the Time Lord's eyes widen. 

"Oh! The Tamerlane and Other Poems!" He looked back at you, "Did you know, Edgar Allen Poe gave me that copy when I met him?" He asked, and your jaw dropped. 

"You met Edgar Allen Poe?" You asked, shocked. The Time Lord nodded, and you looked down at the book again before turning your head back to him. "What was he like?" You then asked as the Doctor pushed off of the back of the couch. 

"Well, why don't you see for yourself?" He asked with his usual bright grin, walking out of the room as you scrambled to uncover yourself from the blankets.

Pushing past the doorway, you huffed, "Wait, Doctor!" He was already gone. Sighing deeply, you hurried to the control room, seeing him almost press a button. "Doctor... I think I want to stay in today..." You spoke, gaining his attention.

"Stay in? Do you not want to meet him?" He asked, a bit confused.

You leaned against the console, arms crossing, "I do, but not today... If that's alright... I mean, if you need to get out and move your feet, you can go somewhere without me." 

With that, the Doctor shook his head, waving his hand in the air dismissively, "No, I don't want to go anywhere without you."

Your heart seemed to skip a beat at the Doctor's words, making the corner of your lips twitch slightly. "Are you sure?"

"Positively." He answered quickly, moving around to stand beside you, mimicking your stance. "It wouldn't be as fun if I went anywhere without my favorite human." He grinned down at you.

You met his gaze, unable to stop the smile from growing on your face as you shook your head, "I'm flattered." However, as you looked off in front of you, your smile dwindled, and the shine in your eyes dimmed. 

The Doctor noticed this, this shift. He had noticed for the past couple of days how your mood would change. The Doctor wondered what was going on inside your mind, what your brain was telling you to cause you to fall into a sort of depression. He frowned, eyebrows wrinkling the middle of his forehead as he stared down at you, trying to figure out what was wrong. He knew better than to crawl into your mind and find out what, so he raked through his own mind for anything that he may have said or done in the past week, month, and year, but nothing came up. If it wasn’t him, then what was it?

Looking down, he watched as your fingers seemed to grip your upper arm from where you had them crossed against your chest, knuckles whitening under the pressure. "Is something wrong?" He finally asked, his voice low, concerned. 

You shook your head slowly, looking up to meet his eyes, "Nope..." You answered quietly, you couldn't lie to him. He'd find out anyway. You quickly looked away, your throat threatening to close up as your eyes burned. Your hands clenched tighter, nails digging into your skin, as you fought the urge to cry. You couldn't tell him, you couldn't risk losing him. Not now, not ever. That just wasn't going to happen. You'd only be putting more pain on yourself.

For the past week and a half, you had been worrying about the future. You spent so many sleepless nights thinking about what would happen when you got older. Would the Doctor drop you off at home once you become a liability? You weren't like him, you were going to get older and become more weak. Soon you wouldn't be able to run as fast as you could now. You'd slow him down, and endanger him in the process. And if you die, when you die, the Doctor would end up alone. You didn't want him to be alone. After everything he went through, after everything, you never wanted him to be alone. He wasn't human, you would remind yourself often. And you were human. It broke your heart.

At your silence, the Doctor sighed, pulling you gently towards him, wrapping his arms around you, and resting his cheek on your head. You froze briefly before instantly melting into him. The Doctor pulled you closer, rubbing one of his hands up and down your back. "You don't have to, but I heard that talking about your feelings helps." He whispered, his voice barely above a whisper.

You took a deep breath, your cheek rubbing against the soft fabric of his dark brown suit. You shut your eyes, looping your arms tightly around his midsection, hearing the beating of one of his hearts. "My brain just won't shut up." You muttered, your voice thick with frustration and sadness as you buried your face in the crook of his neck. His scent, which usually made you feel calm, comforted you, and you found that it helped you relax and focus.

He hummed softly, stroking your hair as he moved to look around the TARDIS's control room in front of him, "You humans and your complicated, squishy brains..." He spoke softly, teasingly, which made him smile as he heard your small laugh.

"You shut up." You responded, muffled by his neck. He chuckled lightly, feeling your smile against the collar of his shirt. And after a moment, you finally spoke up again, "I can't stop thinking about the future..." You began, voice soft as you shifted, moving your head to rest your cheek back on his chest. The Doctor said nothing, allowing you to continue as he continued to run his fingers through your hair. "What's going to happen when I get older?" You asked, and the Doctor hummed.

"What do you mean, love?" He asked, awaiting your answer.

You let out a deep breath, albeit shaky. "I'm going to get old... Too old to travel with you anymore."

Your words sent the room into a cold silence. Everything seemed to freeze. The Doctor tensed immediately, and all color seemed to drain from his face. He opened his mouth to speak but found himself unable to utter a single sound. He couldn't help it though, every word that escaped him sounded like a death sentence. His mind raced with thoughts of you dying. Of having to watch your body grow weaker, thinner, and shorter. You were right, you would leave him. It was only a matter of time. 'Time? He had all the time in the universe with you.' The Doctor wanted to lie to himself, but he knew that it wasn't true. You were right. He'd be forced to watch your body wither away until there was nothing left of you. Though, in the back of his mind, he knew… He knew that this conversation was going to come up sooner or later. He’d admit to himself that he did think about it from time to time.

But the Doctor didn't want it to be true. He wanted- no, needed you to be wrong. For the past year that you had been traveling with him, he couldn't imagine a life without you by his side. He loved you too much to let you go, especially when you were just starting to make real progress in your travels. He couldn't lose you. He had lost so many, but he wasn’t going to lose you. "You have time..." He eventually managed to choke out, his voice hoarse and strained as he slipped to the metal ground with you in his arms. You were practically in his lap, but neither of you said a word about it as he tightened his hold around you, digging his face into your neck. You did the same, ignoring the ground that was pushing against your legs uncomfortably. "You have time..." You finally let the tears that you were holding go, sniffling as they spilled down your cheeks. 

“I don’t want you to have to see me die, D,” You muttered, “It might be better for you to just drop me off at home.”

‘Home.’ The Doctor thought. No, this was your home. The TARDIS was your home. You were his home.

Both of your collective hearts were breaking, and your heart seemed to shatter as you heard the Doctor's next words;

"This is your home…" The desperation made you break even more.

"I know," You promised, tightening your own embrace.

“I’m not taking you back there,” He muttered, breathing in the scent of your shampoo. Why would he take you back? Though the thought hurt, he knew that having you there with him, for as long as you could be, was better than none at all. “I won’t take you unless you ask me to.”

"I don’t want to leave you, Doctor, ever. Ever.” You sniffled, reaching a hand up to run your fingers through his already messy hair, lightly scratching at his scalp, “Not even when you get tired or me. I’m sorry for upsetting you… I shouldn’t have said anything."

His hold on you loosened only slightly as he pulled his head from the crook of your neck. His own eyes were wet, as he wiped away some of the tears that fell onto your face. You shut your eyes, pressing your cheek into his hand as his thumb brushed the tears away. The Doctor let out a shaky breath of his own, his eyes wandering around your features as his hand ran over your cheeks, wiping any remaining traces of your tears away.

After a few moments of staring into each other's eyes, you both slowly leaned forward and pressed your foreheads together. "I'd never get tired of you." He breathed, closing his eyes to keep any tears from falling. “And don’t apologize… I- I’m glad we talked about this.”

You nodded, swallowing thickly, "I'll never get tired of you either. If that helps." You admitted, your voice quiet and gentle. He smiled a bit at the sound of your voice, your words soothing his worries. "It would be impossible." You finished, pulling back to look at him once more.

"Exactly." He smiled warmly at you, his hands cupping your cheeks. You returned his smile with one of your own. You rested your hand atop one of his, giving it a light squeeze, "I'm simply irresistible." He murmured softly, your voice laced with amusement.

"I know," You muttered softly, reaching out to brush a stray tear from his cheek in return, "That's why I travel with you." You teased, letting out an inward sigh of relief as his smile grew wider. "That and your incredible sense of humor."

The Doctor only hummed, nodding his head as he pulled you back into his chest, allowing you to shift to more comfortably sit in his lap, snuggling against him. He rested his chin on top of your head, smiling as he felt you wrap your arms around his waist. His grin slowly fell as he spoke though, "We have time..." He muttered, "We just have to make the most of it..."

You pulled back slightly, tilting your head up, meeting his gaze. "We will." You agreed, with a nod before he pressed his lips to your forehead, making your cheeks warm once more. A small pause passed between the two of you before you broke it once more, this time speaking quietly as you reached for one of his hands and threaded your fingers through his. "Do you want to stargaze with me?" You asked, looking from your intertwined hands to look up into his dark brown eyes. 

His lips curled upward in response, his grip on your hand tightening as he nodded, "Yes, that sounds like a brilliant idea." He replied, his expression turning into a bright, adoring smile. “Simply brilliant, love.”

The Doctor felt both of his hearts race as you smiled back, all the while he thought about how beautiful you looked in that moment; the TARDIS lights shining down upon you. He looked into your eyes and saw all the amazing adventures that the two of you would go on together, he saw a bright future ahead of the both of you. He was right, you both had time. All the time in the world. 

[dragonwitch77]

Tiny

Chapter 9: Screaming

Crying.

That was all Bittergiggle heard for the last seven days.

Twenty-four seven a day. A hundred and sixty-eight hours. TEN THOUSAND AND EIGHTY MINUTES. SIX HUNDRED AND FOUR THOUSAND AND EIGHT HUNDRED SECONDS.

All of it, for a whole week, was spent listening to the kid cry her lungs out.

Crying crying crying. That was all the kid did now.

Wailing her lungs out as Bittergiggle tried to calm her down. He didn’t know what set her off. She had been so quiet before, and now she was screaming her head off like no tomorrow.

The two idiots weren’t much help.

The pair of clones had backed themselves into a corner, trying to get away from the screaming infant. And even if they weren’t of much use, Bittergiggle didn’t want to rely on any of their help after coming back and seeing the mess they created watching over Scylla.

“Kiiiiiid, what do you want?” Bittergiggle whined as Scylla cried in his arms. “You’ve been crying nonstop for a week! Do you just enjoy hearing your voice that much?” He asked the infant, holding her up as she continued to cry.

Bittergiggle had tried everything to get the tiny jester to calm down, but nothing seemed to work. She kept crying, and crying, and crying, and crying. Nonstop crying for every hour of every day.

The jester almost felt like crying himself as he tried to think what the problem could be.

Maybe there was something wrong with her? She looked fine, but what if something bad was going on inside her? If there was, shouldn’t he take her to Syringeon and have him look her over?

No. Definitely not. The surgeon would likely only slam the door in his face if he went to him for help.

But what if it was serious? What if Scylla had something bad or dangerous going on inside her that he couldn’t see? Wouldn’t Syringeon help then?

There was a long back-and-forth debate inside the jester’s mind, pacing with worry that grew the longer the kid kept crying. Finally, after a long agonizing hour, Bittergiggle decided it was time to pay the surgeon a visit.

One little problem though.

Scylla was still crying and people were bound to hear her.

Especially a certain toad he’d been trying to avoid.

If Scylla’s crying got the sheriff’s attention, then that would lead to a whole lot of problems he didn’t want to deal with on top of the kid’s constant crying.

First he had to find something that would muffle her screaming till he managed to get to Cityngeon.

“Please tell me you figured out where the off switch is.” Houdini pleaded, holding Scylla far away in his hands after Bittergiggle had shoved her into his grasp.

“Not yet.” Bittergiggle, searching through his closet for something that could work. Maybe if he wore something heavy, he could hide Scylla under it to muffle her screaming just long enough to get to the lower floors. But what was thick enough to work without suffocating the kid? “Syringeon might know something.”

“The four-armed Mutant you’ve mentioned before?” Allen said, cringing as the kid let out another piercing wail.

“Yep.” Pulling out an old poncho, Bittergiggle examined it. It was big, and thick, but he didn’t quite think the colors suited him. He was half tempted to throw it out.

Then again, it was an old gift from Toadster, and the old thing had a special meaning to him.

He glanced at the pale blue and pink faded colors, feeling a mix of emotions deep inside before deciding it should go back into the closet for now, and pulled out a different poncho that went much better with his color scheme.

“Hopefully, he’ll have some answers to fix this.” Bittergiggle slipped the poncho on, making sure it was big enough to cover his body.

“He better! I can’t stand listening to the kid screaming her head off the whole time!” Houdini said.

“God, I wish she stops crying soon.” Poe lamented, and Bittergiggle rolled his eyes.

He checked himself over, figuring the dark colors would help in blending in the shadows to sneak around… and suddenly noticed that the room had gone eerily quiet.

The jester looked back in surprise, finding Scylla, the infant who had been screaming her head off, for an ENTIRE WEEK, calmly staring at him with her big old eyes.

The room had gone silent.

“… are you secretly a genie or something?” Houdini asked, glancing at Allen with a look that screamed jealousy.

“Wha–no?!” Allen looked at Houdini as if he said something insulting to him. “I didn’t do this!”

“But she stopped screaming when you said you wished she’d stop crying soon!”

“That doesn’t mean I did anything!”

The two began to argue again, and Bittergiggle let out a sigh. Seems like the kid was fine now, which means he didn’t have to get down on his knees before Syringeon and beg him to see what was wrong with her.

Shaking his head, Bittergiggle took the poncho off, deciding he didn’t need it now that Scylla wasn’t crying… except she started crying again just as he put the poncho away.

“Oh no, look what you’ve done!” Allen bemoaned as Scylla’s screaming started anew. “You upset the kid!”

“Me?! It was all your doing! You wishing didn’t do–”

“I’m not a genie!”

Bittergiggle groaned, pulling out the poncho again. Guess his pride will have to go to the grave.

Once again he slipped the poncho on, ready to head down and try to persuade the gruff older Mutant to help… and once again Scylla stopped crying.

Bittergiggle stared at the kid in confusion. Why had she started screaming and crying just moments ago and then suddenly stop?

“Oh now you finally stop screaming.” Houdini huffed, bringing Scylla over to his face. “What’s with you? You’ve been crying your head off for days and only now you decided that you don’t want to? What’s with you?”

“Maybe she’s hungry?” Allen offered. “She’s a baby after all, maybe she wants something to eat.”

“She can’t be hungry! Mutants don’t need to eat.”

“Well, maybe something was scaring her!”

“What could possibly have scared her? Everything is the same as it exactly was when she first came here two weeks ago!”

Two weeks ago. Something about that comment made Bittergiggle frown deeply on his purple side.

Two weeks ago.

He glanced around the place. Everything was as it had been when he first brought the kid here. The space, the clothes over the test tubes, the tables, the clones, his cl–

Bittergiggle’s eyes widened, lifting the poncho to gaze down at himself.

Scylla started crying again.

“Oh what did you do now?!”

“I didn’t do anything! You’re the one who probably did something!”

Bittergiggle dropped the poncho, and Scylla stopped crying.

He lifted it, and the kid began to wail again.

Dropping it, she went quiet.

The jester almost wanted to break down laughing while simultaneously slapping himself.

🧪

Fabric fluttered in the air as a bundle of clothes, tied together in a knot, was thrown into the deep pit.

Bittergiggle watched in silence as his old uniform disappeared into the darkness far below, feeling a bit vindicated once it was gone from his sight.

“It’s the preferred outfit, Case 17. It was designed before you were made. It looks great on you. It’s not horror-inducing. Kids will love seeing you in it. There’s nothing wrong with the design so stop complaining.” The jester let out a huff, looking down at the kid strapped against his chest. “A word of wisdom, kid. Never take fashion advice from people who only wear lab coats twenty-four seven.”

Scylla blinked slowly, quietly staring at Bittergiggle as the jester turned and headed back to his hideout.

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[calmlb]

have some silly skk wedding hcs bc. idk i just wanted to yell w someone abt them

chuuya cries in sporadic bursts the day of but taken altogether it's like 3 hrs of hysterical sobbing

dazai doesn't cry at all because he slips into like a shocked fugue state the second he sees chuuya but he DOES bawl like a baby the next morning

nobody who attended remembers past like hour 4 of the wedding and six months later they're still uncovering some of the wild shit they did during the afterparty. this is because the wedding staff accidentally became part of the celebration and the photographer, who was supposed to record the whole thing, ended up sleeping with one of the cast. it was kunikida.

just to be obnoxious ranpo proposes to poe and chuuya has to be held back by a crying w laughter dazai from Physically Attacking Him

dazai insists on having a bouquet to throw, which he purposefully angles for akutagawa to catch. atsushi faints, lucy's face progresses from angry -> considering in real time (they r a throuple real)

chuuya picks his best man/maid of honor fairly easily (hirotsu and kouyou duh) but dazai basically told the ada to figure it out amongst themselves and come back to him with their decisions (he's lazy/genuinely didn't know who to pick and wanted to outsource) and there was Actual Violence

lots of drama over whether or not to invite mori and verlaine. turns out to be a nonissue bc all verlaine does is cry in a corner about a) rimbaud and b) holy shit my little brother is getting married and after hour 6 mori and fukuzawa disappear from the event (neither they nor anyone else remembers this. very lucky)

ango receives an invitation with no context and has like 3 mental breakdowns about what this means for his and dazai's relationship

7 hours in (it was a long party) kenji's cow somehow shows up (he swears up and down it wasn't him, everyone's very confused the next morning)

it was a sunset wedding, dazai wore white and chuuya wore blue

adam and shirase and some other members of the sheep are there. adam makes fast friends with kyouka, meanwhile the former sheep are very narrowly spared dazai's wrath, mostly bc he keeps forgetting they're even there. it's a big wedding

tachihara tried to drunkenly breakdance, gin laughed so hard she thought she got heart palpitations and was afraid for her life. she went to look for mori and walked in on him and fukuzawa. none of them remember this but now gin feels a vague sense of horror every time she looks at her boss and she's not really sure why

yosano tries rizzing kouyou up and fails by any normal metric (yosano: please please please please please please please please please please) but kouyou is Tipsy and Charmed

dazai does indeed burn the marriage certificate (TRY RETURNING ME WITHOUT A RECEIPT, CHIBI!!). chuuya is so in love he starts crying again

higuchi and tanizaki had philosophical discussions about life on the rooftop and accidentally solved the secrets of the universe. they do not remember this

kunikida returns from his steamy rendezvous with the photographer and immediately sets his sights on ango. drunk kunikida knows what he wants (twinkish men) and when he wants them (now). there is a reason one of the most important ideals in his notebook is to Not Drink

the guild is there and are generally having a good time until fitzgerald sees tsujimura (only there as ango's plus-one, got abandoned bc of drunk kunikida's machinations) and calls her a blue-haired liberal, and hey, what's a party without a brawl in the middle of the dance floor

between the guild and the wedding staff half the people at the party weren't even invited. which is why the doa and hunting dogs are also there

kenji, kyouka, q, elise, and aya are having a Kids' Party in a separate room with adam as an extremely enthusiastic babysitter (well, more like occasional check-in-er, he's swinging back and forth between the parties). tecchou joins them after a while and has a great time, as all except aya are extremely fascinated by his unholy food combinations

bram and lovecraft kickstart their enemies-to-lovers arc the second they set eyes on each other

fyodor, dazai, kajii, and nikolai start up a game of Knife Monopoly, to everyone's surprise the extremely determined caterer sweeps them all. sigma is smitten at once and immediately starts to flirt with her (the caterer is a milf who is seduced by sigma's transgender rizz, sigma will eventually have an entire 'convincing the stepkids' family movie arc)

teruko FUCKS IT UP on the dance floor, haruno is so impressed she immediately falls into her first disastrous sapphic crush

hirotsu and natsume mutually agree to restart their homoerotic situationship without ever even actually saying two words to each other, someone has to take skk's place now that they've more or less gotten their shit together

katai wasn't there physically but was supervising through security cameras. he's the only one who will ever know everything that happened that night and deleted the footage due to trauma :( sorry katai

tsujimura and mushitarou bond over how desperately they Do Not Want To Be There

skk Try to have a romantic wedding night(/morning, given how long the afterparty stretched) but they are both too drunk, chuuya trips and falls flat on his face and dazai laughs so hard he throws up

omg i started yapping and then i just didn't stop. i didn't even know i had this many thoughts in my head. i am sending this before i can regret it feel free to delete if u want to

anon. THESE ARE SO GOOD OMG???? i could literally visualize a whole fic just by reading these hcs

adding my comments under the cut so it doesn’t get too long 🫣

ok first of all… the skk crying hcs??? CANON OMG im so obsessed

Ranpo turning skk’s wedding into his engagement party is so true of him. he absolutely would

Dazai totally would insist on a bouquet to toss, & him throwing it at to Akutagawa is so funny 😭

SOMEONE SAVE ANGO PLS-

KENJI’S COW IM SOBBING it reminds me of that wan episode where Atsushi asks Dazai what Yosano needed & he was like “… a cow!” boba eyes & everything

i had never thought of Adam & Kyouka being buddies but my life is changed now tysm for this revelation

NOT GIN BEING SCARRED BY ZENKU SKK 💀 someone get my girl outta there

ok but tipsy + charmed Kouyou is a vision

Chuuya tells Dazai that burning the marriage certificate means they’re not married anymore & that’s when Dazai finally breaks down into tears

ok Higuchi & Tanizaki is another duo i never considered and i LOVE IT???

KUNIANGO SO TRUE

TSUJIMURA A BLUE HAIRED LIBERAL I AM SCREAMING

omg i love the kids party & skk are both good with kids so they definitely would make sure the kids are taken care of 🥹 Adam would be such a good babysitter, and Tetchou too??? omg giving me fic ideas with this one

super invested in this caterer x Sigma arc tbh

ykw i was thinking abt bsd rarepairs the other day & couldn’t figure out who to ship Teruko or Haruno with… should’ve thought of this honestly

SOMEONE SAVE KATAI TOO OMG THAT POOR MAN-

now that you mention it… i actually love the idea of Tsujimura & Mushitaro but i think it’s mostly bc her hair matches his suit PFFT

skk’s ideal honeymoon = SLEEP 😫

i’m so glad you didn’t stop yapping non, this was so wonderful tysm i feel blessed 🥹🩷 please feel free to yell abt hcs or say hi anytime!! 🫶🏻💕💕

[bengiyo]

Marahuyo Project Eps 1 & 2 Stray Thoughts

I am so excited about this show! Anima Studios was behind Gaya sa Pelikula (Like in the Movies), and JP Habac is back directing. They even got Adrian Lindayag from The Boy Foretold by the Stars and Love Beneath the Stars, and they got Tommy Alejandrino from The Day I Loved You. I am so ready.

Episode 1 – Amihan

I do like opening with a quick queer history lesson reminding that much of our modern homophobic experience is a byproduct of imperialism.

Look at them!! I missed you, boys!

Hold on, I’m already ascending over these two giving each other the signal to kiss in front of the dean.

Homophobe down!

I wonder if we’ll see the macho dad later. I’m looking forward to the mom drama.

Not the fish going flying during a Crash Into You moment.

Points to grandma for knowing more terms, but you can’t just ask this boy that kinda stuff!

I think the actress playing the mom is Sue Prado, who also played Cairo’s mom in Gameboys.

Okay, I love his internal monologue and that he chides himself with feminine pronouns. Good shout out on that @lurkingshan

OOF. It’s missing my grandmothers hours.

Oh hey we’re gonna keep going with the spectrum. Very relieved to be outside of the bubble again.

Oh, I like the name Venice.

That reaction to the extended LGBTQIA+ was really elegant. Sometimes it’s easy to get caught up in some of the internal politics, but folks away from major population centers are so isolated that the specific terminology is just not their priority, and they don’t get the updates.

Lovi Poe mentioned!! Everyone go watch Sleep With Me on GagaOOlala!!

I want you all to know that @yankeebastard and I call each other “sis” all the time. I’m having a great time.

Oh no they’re gonna throw my boy into the pool.

There it is.

You win this round, President Fish Boy.

Episode 2 – Dios Buhawi

Oh, that was too aggressive, King, but I feel you.

Yes! Call your friends! I was worried they’d be out of the picture after the expulsion.

Damn, it really be your own people dragging you. Juvy called out King’s crush so fast.

It’s really refreshing to watch a show wearing its politics on its sleeves.

I’m really intrigued by the way this show breaks the fourth wall. I’m going to have to think about what role we fill in King’s existence.

Okay, the gibberish bit was funny.

Lorena Gomez, are you family?

About to cry about this dress scene.

Lorena and Lili, are you two best friends in love with each other in an unexpressed way??

Yes, drag his ass. Shut the fuck up, Marco.

Venice suffering in the heat should not be this funny.

I am curious what “friendly recruiter” King looks like.

Yes, what is the tea on Archie?

I do love King. Reminds me of a boy who protected me when I was a refugee. I watched him fight four boys on a stairwell and win.

Crash Into You again??? And in front of everyone!

Now, Marco, what the fuck was that look?

Ino, you ain’t fooling me trying to suss out how much King likes you, or if he has a boyfriend back in Manila.

Ino, you ain’t gotta stand that close to King.

Interesting. I think Archie was warning Venice to hide after the dean showed up.

Thankfully the front of his mullet blends in with the background.

BESTIES, WE ARE SO FUCKING BACK! This is so good right out of the gate. I love that King is such a warrior. He’s not passive at all, and everyone clocks him so quickly. I’m so ready to see what Ino is going to do since he can’t help but flirt with King. I have big hopes for Lorena and Lili. It feels so good to be back in a well-produced show from the Philippines with a huge heart and a lot to say. I feel restored.

[ivystoryweaver]

The Only One

Episode 6

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Summary: Elia's background starts to be revealed. Leia explains the energy flow. Poe is missing and panic ensues. We catch up to the events of The Force Awakens (but don't worry, I'm not retelling the films)

Pairing: Poe Dameron x female original character. Fic is written in second person, but the female "you" has a name (It reads basically the same as any other xreader)

Word Count: 1.8k

Content: angst-ish, self-worth probs, not beta'd

PREVIOUSLY on "The Only One"...

"Ells!" He called after you, "You kissed me."

"Bye, Poe!" You repeated, scurrying toward base.

Laughter bubbled up and erupted from his chest as he said goodbye back to you.

He let you go. For now.

Something was wrong.

Poe had yet to return from his top secret mission, and everything inside of you was screaming that something was dreadfully, terribly not okay.

So you mustered the courage to approach to Leia, actually desperate enough to chance her discovering the things you could sense.

"I know he's on a mission. Something's wrong."

Leia confirmed that they'd lost all contact with Commander Dameron and his X-wing had been destroyed.

Your heart thundered inside your chest.

"The First Order has him."

Five words sent you spiraling.

Despite Leia's orders to stand down, you flourished into well more than a nuisance for hours upon end - hovering around comms, all but demanding updates, making a beeline for the hangar to convince anyone might fly you anywhere (They all said no).

You talked Perrha's ear off several times over, obsessively hypothesizing about every single thing that could have awry and why and how it could have gotten this bad for Poe.

Perrha was your best friend besides Poe, but even they started to reach their limit. Grasping your shoulders, Perrha commanded you to just stop talking for two seconds.

"You have to sleep. You have to trust everyone to do their jobs. Poe is strong - he can make it through this," they pleaded with you. "You're going to drive yourself crazy, obsessing like this."

You realized exactly what Perrha meant in that moment. You were driving them crazy.

Which made you start to cry. You stormed off without another word, despite Perrha calling after you.

Which brought you back to Leia.

She invited you into her private office with the promise of something warm to drink. You complied, fully aware her invitation was not exactly a request.

Presenting you with a small cup of tea, she smiled warmly, but the gesture didn't reach her eyes - troubled dark orbs pooling with the anxiety you felt inside.

"How are you feeling, Elia? I'm worried about you."

The smell of the tea bothered you. The temperature was all wrong. You set the beverage on the nearest table and shoved it away.

"Have you heard anything from Poe? Or anyone?" You pleaded.

With a long sigh, Leia sat down across from you and leaned forward.

"I haven't yet. But I'm here to ask about you. How are you?"

Yanking on your backpack straps, you shook your head rapidly. "It doesn't matter." With that deflection, you closed yourself off from the energy flow, despite how strongly it pulsed here in the room with Leia.

Nodding slowly, Leia leaned back, observing you quietly.

Which you took as staring.

Which you hated.

Couldn't anyone understand?

"The Force is strong with you," Leia soothingly, yet boldly remarked. "I noticed it the first day you arrived here."

You physically shuddered as she practically called out your secret.

But... "The Force? What is that?" You forlornly questioned, your eyes fixed on your shoes - the intensity of her gaze feeling as if it possessed the power to unearth all your secrets.

You’d heard fables about the Force - myths when you were a little girl - an orphan drifting from planet to planet. One time you heard that the Force was wielded by the religious warriors known as Jedi, but those were just legends...right?

When you discovered your lineage - it explained your malformed back. Your kind were a type of demon. Humanoid in most respects, but with wings. Well, the start of wings anyway. Yours remained dormant - undeveloped because you had kept them hidden your entire life.

Your species also tended to live long lives, so you were relatively young and your wings wouldn’t have developed in years prior. For that to happen, you would have to stop hiding them, let them out of your backpack and allow them to start strengthening.

You would need to open yourself to the energy flow and exercise your budding wings for them to ever fully form. And you had no idea how long that would take.

Besides, you didn't want to be demonkind. You wanted to contain your wings and never let them grow. And you certainly never wanted to give into your species' dark past.

"You've never heard of the Force? Or the Jedi?" Leia gently questioned.

"A little," you confessed, shifting uncomfortably in your seat. "I thought they were fables."

This was the day you learned about the truth of the Force - the dark, the light and the Jedi. The short version, anyway. Leia even confessed to you that Poe was on a mission to recover a map that would lead to the last Jedi Master - her twin brother, Luke Skywalker.

The tale fascinated you, especially the part about the Force surrounding and binding all things.

But if your heritage was that of dark powers and magic, that made you....dangerous. The darkness must be what Leia called the Dark Side.

A part of you. It had to be. Why else would your ancestors have annihilated themselves with darkness and curses?

Your heart sank as you realized what this meant - that you were an enemy of the Resistance - of Leia, and of Poe.

At this realization, you completely shut down. You said nothing more, even as Leia tried to speak with you further, going so far as to explain that you could stretch out with your feelings - that perhaps you had done as much when you helped to partially heal Poe on your last mission together.

"We'll speak again soon," she relented, clearly noting your distress.

You had almost managed to scamper away when you heard your name.

"Elia? Don't lose hope," she softly encouraged.

Sniffling, you nodded. "I have hope...for Poe."

But none for yourself.

Poe returned the next day.

News rippled through base like a current electrifying everyone who heard it. Poe Dameron was alive - he had survived and somehow escaped capture by the First Order.

Apparently a stormtrooper defected and helped him escape. They crash landed and Poe scrambled his way back to D’Qar. But the map to Luke Skywalker was housed inside the memory systems of BB-8, who got separated from Poe on Jakku.

As the day went on, the entire base was getting ready for a rescue mission to Takodana - where BB-8 and this defective stormtrooper apparently fled.

Your job and skillsets kept you as busy as anyone, but your longing to see Poe again was consuming your thoughts. Keeping your mind focused on computers was as natural as breathing, but the disturbance you had felt in...the Force was so powerful.

Yes, what you had been feeling all your life had to be the Force. The stories really were true.

You were driving yourself crazy, needing to see with your own eyes that Poe was okay, but fearing the darkness you were apparently born to - and how it would ruin your friendship in the long run.

Maybe Leia could teach you how to overcome it. Maybe there really was hope.

If you could only see Poe, just for a moment…

But it was no use. The mission to Takodana commenced and he was gone again.

From there, the intensity of the looming First Order threat escalated exponentially.

When Poe returned to base, you finally laid eyes on him. He bolted by in his flight suit, with another man following closely behind him. You barely got a glance. You didn’t even have time to call his name, but you did see the cuts on his face.

Then the biggest news of all: the First Order’s super weapon was a planet killer - a system killer, actually. And this system was their next target.

Everyone scrambled and even your racing, obsessive thoughts zeroed in on this looming threat.

As quickly as the latest intel could be analyzed, the system-saving, critical mission was launched: the plan to destroy Starkiller base.

As Poe rushed to head out on the most important mission of his life, he could only wish he had time to see your face - just one more time, in case he didn’t make it back.

In case this mission failed, and you didn’t survive. But everything was happening so fast and you were as busy and as important as he was in this moment. He didn’t know where to find you and he didn’t have time to look.

Then there you were.

And time stood still for a moment.

Your chest heaved with emotion. Your eyes shone with moisture, the corners pulled down by worry. Your fingers twisted hopelessly in the frayed ends of your backpack straps. One of your twin hair buns had worked its way loose.

Poe had the thought that he’d never seen your hair down. He had no idea how long your hair actually was. He might never know.

“Poe?” Your voice was a choked whisper - the two of you suspended for a brief eternity - unmoving.

“Elia,” he breathed, hesitating only a second longer before rushing toward you, somehow restraining himself from scooping you up into his arms. Instead, he grasped both your hands and pulled them to his chest - although the act was less intimate in actuality, with him in full flight gear.

Still, his forehead dropped to yours and before he could say anything more, your hands squeezed his own before you pushed your fingers up over his throat to trace his jawline.

Fingertips danced tenderly around cuts and scrapes, until the pad of your thumb caressed his bottom lip - carefully avoiding the angry split marring his beautiful mouth.

“You’re hurt,” you gasped, smoothing your fingers over his cheeks as your eyes locked onto his.

“Nah, I’m okay. Still in one piece,” he almost chuckled, but the sound was a touch hollow. Tired.

Your eyes shone with sympathy as you reached to touch his temple. “They hurt you. Here.”

He didn’t quite know how to respond to that, except with what Leia had been known to say, on occasion. ‘We have no time for our sorrows.’

“I’m so sorry,” you uttered, with heartfelt conviction, before he could deflect, and insist he was fine.

“Thanks,” he decided the simple, direct reply was best. Besides, there was no time. His eyes cut over to the hangar and you knew then that your time was up.

“Gotta go blow up a big ass weapon,” he boyishly reported, shrugging one shoulder and mustering a tired grin.

“Yeah,” you agreed, releasing him and stepping back. “Don’t miss, okay?”

That earned you a real smile. “I won’t.” He reached out to squeeze your arms, hoping like hell he would see you again, that another war wouldn’t take someone else he…loved.

Without warning, he pressed a fierce kiss to your mouth then bolted away, leaving you stunned, thrilled and terrified.

He turned around one more time, granting you another sweet smile. “Wait for me, Ells. I’ll be right back.”

Somehow his humor and good nature gave you hope. Poe always gave you hope.

“May the Force be with you,” you whispered to no one really. Or, to all of them.

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Oscar Isaac Characters Finding You Dead

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Featured Characters: Miguel O’Hara, Moon Knight System, Basil Stitt, Blue Jones, Poe Dameron, Nathan Bateman, Duke Leto Atreides, Prince John, Santiago “Pope” Garcia, Anselm Vogelweide, Llewyn Davis, Abel Morales x gn!reader

Sorry if anyone is ooc!

CW: death, murder, suicide, blood/gore, break-in, various wounds, torture, etc. + pet names, untranslated Spanish, so on.

Notice! Not all of these scenarios are romantically founded, the reader is just someone who knew the character/was close with them.

These are just some short, dumb little rambles/headcannons of mine, so it’s not written the best.

Not proof read or heavily edited

Miguel O’Hara - Villain Attack

There was never a doubt in Miguel’s mind, he knew that one day he’d have to save you. But not like this…

A Green Goblin anomaly had appeared and started bombing Nueva York.

You’d think with all the Spider People so close by, there’d be no casualties. But being so focused on protecting other universes, he almost neglected his own.

The moment Miguel was aware of the anomaly, he and many other Spiders rushed in to help protect the city.

The damage was already extreme, with two buildings nearly demolished.

Spiders spread across the scene, saving and moving the bystanders as Miguel focused on the alternate Goblin.

After capturing the terrorizer, Miguel started barking orders to everyone, wanting everything cleared up asap.

He was heading back to base as the spiders cleared the rubble.

“Oh god- MIGUEL!” One of the Spiders cried out as they tried to lift a large blanket of concrete up. The urgency in their voice quickly set Miguel off.

Miguel rushed over, his heart dropping seeing your dust covered body.

How long had you been under there? Why didn’t anyone sense you sooner? Miguel’s mind raced with panic.

With his sheer strength, he threw the debris away from your body and checked your vitals, his eyes focused on your face the entire time.

Open your eyes… please… mi amor…

When didn’t feel a heartbeat, he went to start cpr, but realized your ribs were broken. The broken bones had stabbed your vital organs, he couldn’t save you, it would’ve only caused more damage.

Miguel didn’t even realize he was crying until he saw his tears hit your face, muddling the dust covering your skin.

It wasn’t often he cried, hell, it took a good few minutes for him to start crying over Gabriella’s death. But after another loss, he couldn’t hold in the pain he was already barely containing.

His arms cradled your broken body with the most care possible. It didn’t matter that you were gone, you were his, the person he swore to protect.

I failed again…

Sobs ruptured through the bombing site. The boss who everyone saw as intimidating and cold, was now hunched over, sobbing over your limp body.

I failed.

I failed.

I failed…

Moon Knight System - Steven / Marc / Jake - Break-in and Murder

Steven, once again, had a late night of work at the gift shop. He was exhausted when he came home, but was more than happy to be back home after stocking shelves for hours.

He was almost tempted to let Marc or Jake front instead, but Steven wanted to see you before Jake took off to do Konshu’s bidding later in the night.

“Love, I'm back!” He says, keeping up his cheerfulness. It had been a long day, he just wants to see you.

Looking around the house, Steven felt confused. You normally rushed to meet him, to welcome him back.

Where were you?

Walking into the bedroom, Steven saw your form under the blankets.

“Love? Are you not feeling well?” He asked quietly, worried he might wake you.

You looked at peace, your hair tousled as it lays on the pillow. Your skin was a bit pale, but Steven smiled softly, assuming you were just tired, he knew he sure was.

His hand fell on your covered stomach as he sat beside you. But a warmth quickly spread over where he had applied pressure to the blanket.

Looking over, Steven nearly had a heart attack. His hand was tacky from blood that now soaked the thick comforter that’s covering you.

With fear rushing through his veins, he ripped off the covers to reveal the stab wounds littered across your torso.

A scream ripped through his chest as he quickly tried to see if you were still alive. His heart dropped when he felt your cold skin and lack of a heart beat.

Despite Jake and Marc trying to desperately front, Steven wouldn’t let them or listen to their pleads.

Instead, he grabbed your body and sobbed. His hand clasped yours, wishing yours would squeeze his, that you’d wake up and kiss his worries away.

No, no, no— what happened— love… oh god…

It took a good while for Steven to let one of the others front, but Marc took over when he got the chance.

Both had been confined to the mirrors in the bedroom, wishing they could hold you like Steven had. Instead, for over an hour, they were stuck in the mirrors, cursed to grieve from a distance.

Steven faded back into the subconscious, too drained to watch Marc from the mirror.

Jake, on the other hand, took a step back into the subconscious because he had his own plans.

Marc didn’t sob as much as Steven did, but his pain was just as bad.

He had lost so much in life, he was almost confused on how to express his grief for you.

His fingers run along your face, tracing every detail he loves so much. Marc wished you would open your eyes, but your body was long since cold.

Marc wished he complimented you more. Sure, he praised you often, but did you know how much he loved you?

His heart ached with guilt. Marc wanted to make you blush once more from his compliments and soft kisses.

He didn’t know who did this. But he would. They’d find out who did this.

They all would get justice for you.

By Konshu’s word, he swore they would.

It was Marc who called the police and watched as you were dragged away to the hospital morgue.

It was Marc who watched the security footage that showed your killer breaking into the apartment and leaving an hour later.

It was Marc who found out the explicit details that came with your murder.

Marc was the one who told Steven and Jake the details.

This shouldn’t have ever happened… but now we know. What do we do next?

Jake was the protector, or so he’s supposed to be.

Standing over your body in the freezing morgue, Jake stared at your expressionless face.

He could remember the last time you two had a date night. The night was warm as he drove the two of you around town. He could remember the beautifully warm smile that broke across your face as the date came to a close.

Jake would do anything to see that smile again.

The others had already fronted to say their final goodbyes, Jake wanted to be the last one. He wanted to talk to you one last time.

“We found out who did this, amor.” He whispered, trying to contain his wavering voice.

“They won’t get away with this…” His lips brushed your forehead.

”I’m sorry I couldn’t save you…” His tears finally fell down as he reluctantly pulled away.

As he left the hospital, Jake dawned the suit and slipped into the night, ready to enact revenge for you.

Your murderer will regret ever laying a finger on you…

Basil Stitt - Suicide

Basil hadn’t seen you in a while. Yes, part of it was because he had locked himself in his apartment, but he also just hadn’t seen you pass by his door.

He always had his eye to the peephole when you should be leaving or getting home from work.

Is that weird? Of course, but it made him feel less alone. He wanted to talk to you, but his scars contained him to his room.

Where were you? He wondered after spending an entire day looking out into the hallway.

Basil’s heart dropped when he saw movers taking garbage bags out of your apartment.

What are they doing to your things?

Despite his fear, Basil dawned his paper bag and poked his head out.

“What are you guys doing?” Basil questioned nervously.

“There was a suicide. The family wanted us to collect the person’s belongings.” The confused and hesitant workers answered.

Basil slammed his door and collapsed to the ground instantly. The paper bag tumbling to the floor as he clutched and pulled his hair.

His body trembled with grief and hatred as tears pooled on the floor.

He never was good at reacting to bad information, but this was worse.

Why did you leave him too? What did he do wrong?

First it was his face, then his job, then his family and girlfriend, but now you too?

His tears turned to screams and Basil went on a destructive rampage in his apartment, the agony overwhelming him.

He blamed himself for your death, despite barely knowing anything about it.

Maybe if he hadn’t gone into hiding, you would’ve lived. Maybe you two could’ve been lonely together.

But he was also angry.

How could you leave him after everything that happened to him? When he needed you the most?

You didn’t know though. How could you? Your neighbor, the only person you saw everyday, had disappeared for weeks without a word.

Basil knew that, but nothing could stop the emotions flooding and pouring out of him.

Why did you leave me? Why? Why?! Why?!?

Blue Jones - Murdered by a Client

Working for Blue always had its risks, and everyone knew that, including him.

But Blue didn’t expect this.

You had been bought out for the night by a rich newcomer. Nothing bad was supposed to happen.

Blue gave them permission to use you as you saw fit. As long as the merchandise didn’t get damaged, anything went.

Blue stood over your strangled body, his face neutral and flat.

Your glossed over eyes stared back at him, lips hung open loosely.

He didn’t expect his toy to be destroyed, let alone strangled to death.

Your costume was still on, but your makeup was out of place. Blue’s doll was a beautiful, broken mess.

Blue exhaled a puff of smoke as he turned to the killer, the man a sobbing mess.

“I didn’t mean to- they wouldn’t listen to me- please let me go, I’ll compensate you-“ He tried to ramble out, shutting up when the barrel of Blue’s gun pressed against his forehead.

The shot rang through the entire building. The girls and clients quickly rushed out of the other rooms to see what happened.

Screams and tears broke out from the girls as Blue pushed past everyone going to his office.

But it was once he was alone that Blue had the chance to process what happened.

Everytime he closed his eyes, he saw your dead ones. It hurt seeing something he owned in such a state.

Only one tear falls down his cheek as he reviews the footage of what happened. He always kept cameras in the rooms, it was a security measure, but he didn’t think he’d actually ever watch the footage for something like this.

Blue already knew the man was lying about why he killed you, but it hurt to watch you get choked and beg to be let go of.

The man was just angry, he only wanted to kill. You had done nothing wrong. Which made Blue mad.

He leaned back in his seat as the hot, silent tears fell down his cheeks, hidden by the cigar smoke flooding the front of his face.

Blue decided that, from the forward, he was going to be far more strict with who could touch his toys…

My poor bunny…

Poe Dameron - Spaceship Crash

You and Poe had agreed to stay safe, to meet one another after the fight concluded.

Together, you were going to celebrate the victory.

Poe knew you were an intelligent flier, that you were going to do great things for the universe.

There wasn’t a doubt in his mind that everything went well, until he joined the celebrations…

Everyone was celebrating over the successful stop to the First Order. But as Poe searched the crowds, he realized you were missing.

Fearing the worst, he darted to the medical tents, desperately looking for you. His fears were met when he saw your barely breathing body.

Poe fell to his knees besides the cot you rested on, analyzing the damage you had taken.

He called out your name, to no response.

“Their ship was shot and crashed. There were some malfunctions and the safety’s didn’t trigger. They don’t have much longer, there’s nothing we can do on such short notice.” A nurse sadly explained.

“So you're just leaving them to die out!?” Poe exclaimed in horror, his tears falling fast and hard.

Despite wanting to reprimand the nurse, he knew it would do nothing. Instead, he held your hand to his lips as he watched you until your final breath.

In your final moments, Poe had been whispering soft and loving words to you, hoping you could hear him.

“I’m so sorry I wasn’t here sooner, that any of this happened. You deserve the world, the galaxy. You helped save us. You’re a hero… you’re my galaxy…”

Poe couldn’t stop crying, and he could barely hear himself over the cheering outside.

He should’ve been celebrating with you, this shouldn’t have happened.

No one knew where Poe had gone, and hours later, Finn had to pull Poe away from your body.

Despite all reluctance, Poe eventually left your side for the night, but he didn’t stop mourning you.

That night, he spent his time in your room holding your belongings close, not wanting to lose the last bits of you he does have.

My galaxy, I’m so so sorry…

Nathan Bateman - Killed by a Prototype

You had been one of the few people Nathan trusted enough to come around the house.

Not that he ever let you go downstairs, no.

He didn’t need you to.

When first developing Ava and her predecessors, he had chosen to try and study a real person. Not through the cameras like he did later on, no.

He thought it’d be better to model the AI after someone he liked.

But he was wrong. One of the few times he had let his emotions make his decision, and it was the worst one.

While trying to work out the kinks of the AI, it had escaped. It had knocked him unconscious for long enough that it made its way upstairs.

The girl stared at you in horror as you stood in the kitchen, knife in hand from making dinner.

You looked just as shocked to see a nude woman coming up from the basement, wires hanging from her broken arm.

She even looked oddly similar to you.

Before you could even react, she tackled you, the knife going flying.

Nathan, having heard the crash, awoke and ran upstairs.

He came up from behind and broke the AI’s skull, the body falling on top of you.

“For fucks sake. That was awf…” he trailed off once he shoved the AI’s body to the side and saw you.

Nathan didn’t know how to react seeing your bleeding body, knife sticking out from where your heart is.

There was no hospital nearby, and with how glassy your eyes looked, he knew you were doomed.

Silently, Nathan sat back on his knees and feet, just staring down at your lifeless body.

He wasn’t an emotional person, but he didn’t like how he felt at that moment.

His eyes searched yours before shifting to the dead AI woman, his creation, your killer.

Nathan’s fists reacted quicker than his brain had, and before he knew it, his hands were bloody from breaking the AI down to nothing but shards.

His feet moved to the bar, and before he knew it, he had drunk a full bottle of vodka.

His knuckles, caked in dried blood, chucked the bottle at the wall. The shatters go flying, some even hitting you…

Nathan stood over your body, once again, staring down at you. His expression unclear.

After your death, Nathan was far more careful. Adding keycards to open doors, not just simple locks.

He even kept the prototypes locked up no matter what.

And who knows, maybe your death is what got him to start drinking so much…

How idiotic…

Duke Leto Atreides - Poisoning

Leto knew the dangers of loving you, yet he still did it.

He always made his love clear, practically worshiping you in private.

Leto would risk his life and title as Duke just to care for you for forever.

He wanted to propose eventually.

But your life was taken long before he had the chance.

The Duke looked down at your slumped body, your poisoned drink spilt from where your head had fallen.

In that moment, Leto regretted never marrying you.

He loved you, but in theory, it was better to stay unmarried, open to alliances with the other Great Houses.

But this wasn’t worth it.

Your life wasn’t worth it.

Leto had to keep his composure in front of his men, but in the comfort of his room, he cried. He weeped.

His sobs shook his body as remorse and grief overwhelmed his senses.

Seeing your body in such a way, it shook him to the core.

Sure, he had experienced death before, but this was different.

He loved you, and he saw where you died, he saw you dead.

Choked sobs escaped his lips as he recounted all the moments you two shared.

He wished he could’ve kept you safe, stopped you from drinking the poison.

You were in the House of Atreides, you should have been safe.

That’s what ate at him. That you died where he swore you were protected.

You died under his care.

Why you were killed, he wasn’t sure. But he swore to find out, to avenge you.

If nothing else, he’d make sure to get you justice.

He loved you, and he messed up never marrying you.

I wish I had made you mine, my dear…

Prince John - Assassination

John, the prideful idiot, should’ve never put a bounty on Robin Hood’s head.

It only made his reputation worse.

John should’ve lowered the taxes, but he didn’t.

And now all the citizens hate him, rightfully so.

But John always had you to go back to, you to love and receive love back.

You tried to reason with John, to show him he was being unreasonable and bleeding his kingdom dry.

Yet he never listened, and he now knows the danger of not listening to the advice he gets.

You had just been going about your business, crossing through the towns when you were attacked.

What was supposed to be a simple robbery, turned to an assassination. One of Robin’s troupe mates had gone rogue; they wanted to send Prince John a message.

The message was received.

John had gotten word of what happened.

He found out about how you begged for your life.

How you cried before your body was abandoned on a wooded path.

It made him angry. It made John furious.

You didn’t deserve this. You advocated for the citizens, yet you were the one killed.

John had destroyed everything in sight upon hearing of your murder.

His guards and mother had barely been able to calm him down. But once he had come down from the rage, John broke out into sobs.

He was barely consolable, all he wanted was to fall into your arms and be comforted by you.

Just one more time, John wanted to feel you caress his scalp as you reassured your love for him.

He couldn’t believe he lost you, the only person who loved him.

In spite and pure hatred, John raised the bounty on Robin Hood and his gaggle of followers.

John wanted them alive so he could execute them on your behalf, but he’d take their dead bodies as well.

As long as they were dead, he would be content.

Robin Hood… you’ll regret this… hurting my beloved…

Santiago “Pope” Garcia - Car Accident

Santi had been through so much in life, and it made him extremely overprotective of those he loved.

He always was worried and tried to protect you.

He didn’t want to risk you getting hurt, especially in the dangerous world we live in.

So why did the world still take you from him?

Santi didn’t know how to react when he got the call from the hospital.

He initially had ignored the call, thinking it was a reminder to set up an appointment or something. But when they called again a few minutes after, the blood in his face drained.

“… died… car crash…” those were the only words his brain registered the operator saying.

His heart broke into a million pieces and he felt like he was hyperventilating.

You died..? How could you die in a crash? After everything tried to do to protect you?

The call had ended and Santi sat hunched over, crying into the palms of his hands. His breathing was erratic and uncontrollable.

If he had picked up the first time, maybe he could have made it to the hospital. Maybe he could’ve said goodbye. At least, that’s what he thought.

“I’m so sorry- oh god, no…” He murmured over and over, desperately wishing it wasn’t true.

He almost wished he was at the crash, that way he could’ve seen you one last time. But now, he’s stuck waiting for the morgue to call, waiting to confirm that it’s your body on the table.

Santi’s sobs only stopped when he passed out from exhaustion.

Why did this happen to you? Why you…

Anselm Vogelweide - Shot on Accident

Anselm was known for his erratic and random behavior. That included when he’d change his mind on a whim.

Despite his absurd actions, you cared for him, as he did you.

Anselm always kept you nearby, and everyone knew that. Even people just passing through his office knew that.

He treated you differently, he treated you better than most of his other employees.

Where he’d change his mind as he saw fit with his clients, he was very firm with his decisions regarding you.

And it didn’t go unnoticed.

So when Anselm decided to raise the price out of the blue on a client, the client was pissed.

It wasn’t unexpected that a gun was going to be pulled, but the gunshot that rang out- that was a surprise.

His men had already detained the perpetrator before Anselm realized that you’d been shot.

Your hands clutched at your bleeding heart, and your eyes quickly fell shut, your body following suit.

Disregarding his squeaking leg brace, Anselm dove to collect your body in his arms.

His eyes were wide with horror and disbelief at the sight of you dying in his arms.

The world was practically silent for him as he watched you breath your last breath.

Anselm sat there for a moment, pulling your body close to his chest in an attempt to preserve your warmth. He felt an ache in his chest when you gave no response, your body limp and spilling blood.

Anselm didn’t give himself the time to mourn or cry, instead he went cold, his heart stilling for a moment as his attention turned to the shooter.

Looking through the fogged glass lens, Anselm ordered to have your killer chained up in the basement as he carried your body to another room.

For months after your death, Anselm tortured the person who killed you.

The basement became a crime scene of horrific activities. Teeth and nail pulling, breaking bones, slicing skin, it was all incomparable to what Anselm felt the murderer deserved.

They killed his dear dove. This was the least he could do.

His disappointment was immeasurable when he found the murderer dead one morning, Anselm felt far from done torturing them.

The body was disposed of swiftly, and afterwards, Anselm visited the extravagant grave he made special for you.

It was only then, after everything, that he let himself cry over your passing.

My dove…

Llewyn Davis - Suicide

Llewyn was your friend, and the two of you always helped one another out.

He needed a couch to sleep on, you were open. You needed a drinking buddy, he was there.

You both couldn’t offer much monetarily, both just trudging through life and old habits.

But you always left the window unlocked, just for him.

Llewyn hadn’t heard from you in a while, and it had just so happened, he needed a place to stay and was in the area.

Throwing open the fire escape window, he hopped through, entering your apartment.

He called your name as he wandered around, confused where you could be so late in the day.

Yet, when he arrived at the bathroom door he paused, knocking before entering.

He instantly wished he never opened the door.

In the tub, surrounded by bloodied water, he saw you. Your face was towards the window, like you were watching the sky before you died.

The sight made him nearly hurl, but the tears made it out first.

What have you done…

Just when Llewyn thought his life couldn’t get worse, you decided to leave him just like Mike did…

Of course, he knew it wasn’t actually a choice to go against him, but it still felt like he was part of why you took your life.

And that broke his heart.

If he had just visited you or bummed at your place more often, would you still have gone through with it?

He called the police after a bit of a breakdown, and a few days later, he was alerted that your only goodbye was a note scrawled with “I’m sorry.”

Maybe the note was for him, but boy, he wished there was more.

A simple “fuck you Llewyn” would’ve been better than this…

You had always asked him to play a song, but he alway said no. He always said he was too tired, that music was his work, not something he wanted to do all the time.

You never pushed him to play for you, not like other people did. So, he never played for you.

But now, in front of your grave, Llewyn played his heart out to you. His tears bouncing off his guitar, onto the frozen ground where you’d been buried.

‘If I had wings, like Norah’s dove,

I’d fly up the river to the one I love…’

Abel Morales - Accidentally Killed During Work

Abel knew the dangers of letting his employees continue their oil deliveries and solo inspections.

So many of his employees had already been attacked, yet he still took the risk.

He just didn’t expect the attacks to get worse.

Sure, some had been threatened with a gun, hell, one was kidnapped and beaten.

But this was the first time someone actually died…

Upon hearing about your death, Abel stopped in his tracks and demanded to know what happened.

He felt like his life was falling apart the moment his wife explained what happened.

After so many troubles and hoops he’s had to go through for his company, he didn’t think he’d be losing one of his best employees as well.

You were doing a simple house call and sales pitch.

That’s all it was supposed to be.

If he had known your colleague wasn’t feeling well, he wouldn’t have sent you out to the call at all.

He never would’ve guessed you’d decide to go alone…

Abel felt guilty over your death. You died because the competition was trying to send a message, or at least that’s what he assumed.

Abel held his head high as he found out about the circumstances of your death.

Apparently, the murderers were only meant to rough you up a bit and dump you just outside city limits, in a particularly snowy area.

But as you tried to run away, one of the goons tried to shoot a warning shot to get you to stop.

The bullet hit you in the Achilles tendon.

You collapsed into the dense snow instantly, crying out in pain.

In fear of getting arrested, the shooters fled, leaving you to bleed in the snow.

You died of hypothermia. You could’ve been saved.

That’s what hurt Abel the worst.

If your killers had just tried, they could’ve brought you to the hospital. But instead, they’re now awaiting a trial and eventual imprisonment.

But because they confessed, and it was an accidental death, they would be able to have parole, they could walk free one day.

To Abel, they deserved to rot in prison forever. But he didn’t have the right to oppose the judge, not when your family had already accepted the punishment.

Abel paid for the funeral, and there he saw you for the last time.

I’m sorry this happened… I’ll take care of your family from now on. I promise…

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Brb sobbing in the club rn…

For real though, thank you for reading!

Feel free to send over any requests/suggestions

[alphainthecloset]

Mon Chat Noir

WC: 2510

Pairings: Wednesday Addams x Enid Sinclair

Tags: Dominant Enid Sinclair, Submissive Wednesday Addams, Top Enid Sinclair, Bottom Wednesday Addams, G!P Wednesday Addams

Summary: Wednesday and Enid take part in the Poe Cup race except the costume is too tight and it leads to revealed feelings.

Wednesday was mad. She was pissed about how Bianca poisoned Yoko so that Enid couldn’t compete in the Poe Cup Race. She didn’t know what it was but she felt… protective over her. She wouldn’t say anything out loud about it though, no. When she arrived back at her dorm, she knew the wolf would be overreacting. She was usually overreactive, not that Wednesday minded. It made Enid more charming in a way. When she walked in, she saw the wolf crying on the bed. When she noticed that Wednesday was back in though, she talked about how Yoko had been poisoned, that she was having a heart attack and she couldn’t join the race anymore. 

“I’ll join,” Wednesday spoke. Enid was shocked, her mouth open. Just as she was about to squeal, Wednesday stopped her. “Yes, I will join you but not for you. To beat Bianca,” she easily lied. Enid was looking over at her and nodded as she was speaking. 

“Ok!” she spoke. “I shall now go to the boat and make some improvements. I will be back by morning,” she spoke. Enid nodded but held her arm quickly, surprised that the tan girl wasn’t going to murder her when she looked at her. 

“I need to measure you first, can I?” Enid asked. Wednesday sighed, nodding before she stood there. Enid proceeded to take out a measuring tape, taking what she needed before she nodded. “You can go now,” she spoke and Wednesday was quick to leave with Thing. They would make sure the boat would be ready.

-

The next day, Wednesday approached Enid as it was an hour before the race. Enid had requested her there after all. “What is up Sinclair?” she asked, looking at her. 

“Hello to you too Wednesday,” she stated. “You need your costume on. I just finished making it so I hope it fits, I can’t fix it up anymore,” Enid spoke. Wednesday was shocked. 

“Costume?” she asked. Enid nodded, proudly as she suddenly shoved her into the tent.

“It’s on the left side, on the chair. Mine is on the right,” Enid informed, letting the goth change peacefully. Wednesday sighed, doing as told before she noticed the problem almost immediately.

 

“Do I have to wear this?” Wednesday asked nervously. She refused to let it go in her tone though. 

“Yes, you do. Everyone has themed costumes,” Enid chuckled, just thinking Wednesday was being awkward.

“There… may be an issue,” Wednesday then spoke, a slight pause as she was looking down at the issue. 

“What is it?” Enid asked, thinking she had done something wrong. “You may come in and see,” Wednesday sighed, not wanting anyone to see it. Enid, confused, walked in as she closed the tent door behind her then turned back around. That was when she saw it and widened her eyes. 

“I didn’t… account for you having a dick, I am sorry,” Enid spoke, unsure what to do as she was looking at her crotch. Wednesday felt a bit uncomfortable by it but she knew Enid would need to look anyway. Enid soon got closer, trying to think of what to do as she was tugging on the leather a little bit, accidentally stroking Wednesday. Wednesday gasped as she closed her eyes, her dick twitching as it hardened slightly. 

“Enid,” she hussed out after, the problem getting worse. 

“Sorry! I thought if I stretched it I could fix it. You’re gonna have to go out like that, sorry,” Enid apologised. Wednesday groaned, about to respond as she looked at Enid and then saw she was stripping down, getting into her own outfit. She looked away.

“Can you… go in front of me to try and hide it a little bit?” Wednesday asked. Enid nodded.

“I will,” she spoke. She felt bad for Wednesday, not meaning to accidentally out anything. 

Enid was soon done, seeing Wednesday turned around. “I’m done,” she spoke. “Are you ready to go over to the boat?” she asked, getting closer to her. Wednesday nodded as they left, Wednesday subconsciously hiding it the best she could with her hands. Enid didn’t say anything though, not until they were halfway to the boat. “So uh… you’re very well endowed,” Enid spoke. Wednesday couldn’t stop the light blush, hardening up more. “I wasn’t aware,” Wednesday spoke sarcastically. 

“Can you impregnate someone?” Enid asked, genuinely curious.

“If I want to, yes. I have taken a fertility test, my parents suggested I do just in case,” Wednesday spoke. “I doubt I ever will though,” she added. Enid nodded, them arriving at the boat eventually. Wednesday sat down immediately, hoping not many people saw. She was more bothered about Bianca seeing anyway but she was going to be capturing the flag anyway so if Bianca was, she would see it. She stayed sat down, Enid in front of her. The other 2 teammates would be behind them as Wednesday couldn’t help but glance down at Enid’s ass. She was already rock hard so it wouldn’t be obvious that the werewolf had turned her on. She was happy that her crotch was hidden from the others, hoping she could soften up before the run at least. 

It was bad enough that it was visible enough to show she was ‘well endowed’ to Enid. 

Eventually, the race started and Wednesday was able to focus up, not realising that Enid was distracted by the thoughts of her dick. They still managed to be 2nd place, Bianca’s team in front. What seemed to be dark cultists were behind them, the Jokers in last place. Wednesday quickly saw the ‘cultists’ go down, immediately knowing what had happened. She had to admire Bianca for what she had done, but she knew what it was immediately. She was disappointed that it was easy to figure out. Soon they were at the dock, Wednesday glancing down beforehand, happy to see she was soft. She got out quickly, looking at Enid. “Watch the boat,” she spoke.

“Of course pretty girl,” Enid flirted. Wednesday stuttered however before she suddenly started to run towards the flag, trying to not think of what Enid had said. She was unsuccessful though, being half hard. Quickly grabbing her flag, she turned around, when she saw Bianca. 

“I didn’t know you were packing something there,” Bianca smirked.

“At least it’s bigger than your ego,” Wednesday stated before she was running towards the boat, quick to jump in as Enid was staring at her. Sne was happy to see Thing looking at her as she sat down, the 2 of them nodding.

She was shocked however that the Joker's boat was sinking when she saw the claw marks. She looked towards Enid, who was already looking at her and was smirking. “I just thought of WWWD. What would Wednesday do?” Enid answered the silent question. Wednesday was in awe, almost forgetting to let Thing go underwater when their boat was being pushed. She remembered last minute though…

Eventually, the Black Cats won, Bianca having sunk when the hidden spears in the boat managed to scratch the other boat and making a hole. Wednesday was happy, Enid blocking her bulge still at least. “As a reward, do you want a good sucking off or a good pussy?” she asked Wednesday teasingly in her ear as she had an arm around her roommate. 

“Are you doing this because you actually like me or is it because you are intrigued about my dick?” Wednesday asked, hoping that Enid genuinely liked her. Enid blinked in shock. She genuinely liked the girl, she just got more brace with her.

“I genuinely like you, baby,” Enid stated. Wednesday nodded, 

“Ok, let us do it when we arrive at the dorm,” she spoke. Enid nodded, excited as she also saw Wednesday’s reaction. 

After an hour and a half of celebrating, both girls were in the dorm room. Wednesday was awkward. She had never came before, and this would be her first time too. Enid seemed like she had experience though, especially with how the wolf was looking Wednesday up and down. “Are you a virgin?” Wednesday asked, wanting to know. 

“Nope. I’ve hooked up with Yoko, Divina and Bianca. How about you? Virgin?” Enid asked, walking towards Wednesday like a predator. They were still in the same outfits, Wednesday having shorts on over hers per Weems’ request.

“Yes… never came before,” she admitted. Enid let out a wolfish grin, the smaller girl backing up instinctively before she was suddenly pinned against the wall. 

“My little prey, I’m glad to be your first,” the wolf purred out, her canines dragging across Wednesday’s neck, right where it would be dangerous to bite. Despite Wednesday wearing shorts, her erection was visible, the shorts tenting up. 

“You’re gonna love this, gonna make you a cum slut,” Enid degraded, a moan coming out of the smaller girl. Enid knew at that moment she was into degredation and that turned her on more. She moved one hand, her claws out, against the seer’s body, dragging her claws against her neck to her breasts before trailing them down to the shorts where she ripped them off. Wednesday was more excited, it being obvious by how her dick twitched a wet spot dampening where her tip was. 

“Are you close already? Such a cute little virgin,” Enid teased, rubbing around the outline, soon reaching to the back as she was tugging her outfit down slowly, in a teasing manner.

“Mommy, please,” Wednesday begged, not realising what nickname she used. Enid smirked. 

“What did you just call me?” she teased, biting the goth’s ear. Wednesday blushed harder, realising at that moment that she wanted to be truthful. She didn’t know she was close, but she felt like she was.  

“Mommy,” Wednesday shyly admitted.

“Such a good girl, want me to stroke you now?” Enid asked, pushing the suit down to her knees, Wednesday’s dick springing out. Wednesday nodded. 

“Please Mommy,” she begged. Enid smirked, grasping at it as she stroked it slowly.

Wednesday tensed up, moaning loudly but Enid kept going. As she swiped her thumb across the younger’s tip Wednesday came, getting cum all over the girl's costume. Wednesday was in bliss though, humping the air slightly. “More,” Wednesday begged. She felt looser, more relaxed. She wanted more of it. Enid was surprised as Wednesday seemed to be more of a cum slut than the others.

“Want to be inside of mommy?” Enid asked, stripping down herself as she was watching Wednesday, who watched her strip. Wednesday nodded, practically drooling over the girl. 

“And they say werewolves are worse,” Enid teased before she went to the bed, patting the spot between her legs. Wednesday, like a dog, obeyed as she went there, sitting down. Enid herself was sat down after all. “Now, do you want me to ride you first?” she asked. Wednesday nodded, blushing. She had never fucked anything after all. She wanted to know what the motions were before trying to please Enid.

Her dark brown eyes were pure black at that moment, Enid positioning her before she was slowly starting to go down on Wednesday’s dick, moaning as she was holding onto her forearms, Wednesday closing her eyes as she was still shocked by that feeling. She kept her legs open, letting Enid position herself in any way she could. She soon put her face in the blonde’s neck, moaning as Enid was soon fully on. It felt different and Wednesday loved it. It felt like heaven in a way. “Mommy,” she moaned, biting into her shoulder gently. Enid smirked, soon starting to ride her as Wednesday held her hips. She kept her face hidden though, her moans being muddled by the neck of the blonde. Enid didn’t care though, this was Wednesday’s first time, she was practically corrupting the smaller girl. 

Enid soon pushed Wednesday down gently until she was on her back, still holding her hips as she moaned louder. Enid was going faster as Wednesday watched her tits bounce. “I’m close,” Wednesday whined out loud. 

“Already?” Enid moaned teasingly. She knew the other girl would cum easily already, she would train her to hold it later on. She wanted to fully corrupt Wednesday, make her a dildo for herself. 

“‘m sorry,” Wednesday moaned, cumming inside of her. 

“Good girl,” Enid praised. “We’ll work on holding it in next time. For now, cum as much as you want,” she added. Wednesday nodded, Enid, riding harder as she was moaning. Wednesday hesitantly grabbed at her boobs, the blonde throwing her head back as she was holding onto her tighter, having found her G-spot. She kept hitting that spot for the next minute, Wednesday cumming again before Enid herself came. 

Enid soon got off the girl after their highs before she smirked. “Want to try and do it yourself now?” she asked, seeing the instant reaction of the girl as she was suddenly pinned down. Enid gasped, opening her legs up for the raven as she was feeling Wednesday lay down on her. She could feel her hard nipples against her own breasts before Wednesday kissed her. Enid kissed back immediately, feeling Wednesday align herself before she slowly pushed in. Enid moaned in the kiss, Wednesday whimpering in pleasure as she was entered into the taller girl. She was soon fully inside, doing slow gentle thrusts at first. Wednesday and Enid kept kissing though, it deepening as Enid entered her tongue into Wednesday’s mouth. Wednesday allowed it, moaning slightly as she did so, slowly getting faster with her thrusts. Wednesday was a loud moaner Enid had learnt, especially when she groped the woman’s ass. Wednesday bucked her hips, going slightly tougher. Enid soon pulled away from the kiss.

“Want me to go rougher mommy?” Wednesday asked as Enid nodded. 

“Yes please baby girl,” she moaned. Wednesday nodded, doing as told as Enid got louder. Wednesday started to suck on Enid’s tits too as she was hitting her G-spot at the same time. Enid gasped, arching her back as she threw her head back before she came. Wednesday, close herself, kept going before she did one faster, rough thrust and came deep inside her. Enid panted as she was looking at the younger woman. 

“We should do this again,” Wednesday stated. 

“I mean we are together now aren’t we?” Enid teased. Wednesday let out a rare smile, soon cuddling up with the older woman. Enid decided she could do aftercare later. 

-

3 months after the 2 started dating, it was Winter break. Enid was staying with them, however, having been kicked out after Enid revealed she was dating a woman. She was much happier with the Addams though. Morticia was currently tending to her plants when she saw Wednesday come in with an embarrassed Enid by her side. “Mother. May we borrow a pregnancy test?” she asked.

Morticia smiled. She knew what the test answer already was as she nodded, handing one over. That was when she started to think of what baby things they already owned.

[according2thelore]

happy wincest wednesday!!! i really want to pay it forward from the ask you sent me last week and ask what you (both?) think sam and dean's favorite books are! i mostly answered based on what books i had already read, so i'm really curious if in the books you've read you'd have different opinions! if not though (or in addition if you'd like!), i'd love to know what you think their favorite movies are, too :) give dean's favorite medium a moment in the spotlight, too 💖 (@incesthemes)

hi! happy wincest wednesday!

hmm--i think sam has a long, enduring, passionate love affair with the hardy boys and nancy drew books. i think he longs in some ways to be the hardy boys/nancy drew, because they get to solve mysteries and be hypercompetent while also having a secure home environment. in nancy's case, she's popular and has a boyfriend and also gets to explore thick tomes of town lore. they were so easy to find at libraries across america, and super easy to steal/shoplift because of how thin they were.

(dean also makes fun of him by calling him a hardy boy for a long time, i imagine. you also cannot tell me dean would not get an absolute fucking kick out of calling sam "nancy")

i also think that as he gets older, he gets more bitter/disillusioned about both series, but still has a secret fondness for seeing their covers in bookstores.

as he gets older (high school age), sam definitely gravitates towards more gothic, as you mentioned! i think he finds wuthering heights compelling, but can't quite put his finger on it, and never tells dean because dean would make fun of him for liking such a girly book. science fiction/horror novellas are also fun to him (frankenstein, poe, dracula, jekyll, the murders in rue morgue).

we know dean is a closet intellectual at his own choice, so i imagine he steals/lifts books from libraries/stores, and keeps them in the bottom of his duffle. i think a lot of this happens after sam leaves for college and dean suddenly has 80 hours of free time a week now that he's not huffing sam's boxers and staring at him lovingly in the rearview mirror.

in terms of books that they had to read (and inevitably read/reread over and over again as they move to schools that haven't read them yet):

sam likes: tale of two cities by dickens, telltale heart by poe, in cold blood by capote, inferno by dante, to kill a mockingbird by lee, yellow wallpaper by gilman, matilda by dahl sam HATES: romeo and juliet by shakespeare, heart of darkness by conrad, a separate peace by knowles (he hates that he finds himself in gene), tess of the d'urbervilles (bc he also hates he strangely relates to it)

dean likes: in cold blood by capote, hamlet by shakespeare, 1984 by orwell, lord of the flies by golding, and then there were none by christie, count of monte christo by dumas, any western he can get his hands on dean HATES: frankenstein by shelley, a good man by o'conner (HATES IT), catcher in the rye by salinger (it makes him angry that he gets called out), lolita by nabokov (it makes him a little nauseous how much he likes it, he agrees that humbert is a pedophile, but the depth of the "devotion" there makes him ill), dense histories like war and peace/tale of two cities/les miserables, etc.; he hates anything by dostoevsky--he finds the morality to be posturing and tiresome

i think they BOTH love the LOTR series--books and movies. as they both canonically watch GOT together as adults (and considering dean is more into LARPing than he likes to admit) i think they both love fantasy.

dean saw two towers while sam was away at college and has been dreaming nonstop of dying in an epic battle protecting those he loves in heroic and sexy ways like in the battle for helms deep.

but he still mostly refuses to watch the parts with frodo/sam in return of the king because "frodo is annoying" (because he gets uncomfortable and scared when frodo and sam touch foreheads and cry and sam picks up frodo because he can't carry the ring but he can carry frodo, and hearing frodo scream sam's name in agony makes him nauseous)

dean swears he likes LOTR for the fights but sam knows better.

(secretly, i think dean used to read chapters of the hobbit to sam when he was really small. it's the first book john buys him after the fire because john grew up with his own dad reading it to him before he disappeared.)

i think as an adult, dean gravitates towards more crime thrillers. they have clean cut endings, and he likes how the main character is usually a grizzled, alcoholic washup looking for redemption with his estranged wife (he completely cannot relate). he also likes brandon sanderson until he finds out Nerds also like them, so he gives up on them.

and i think sam might gravitate towards nonfiction/realistic fiction/historical fiction. he doesn't want to read about quests, he doesn't want to read about chosen ones, he doesn't want to read about brothers having to watch each other die, he doesn't want to read about how Bad is Always Bad.

bonus: they both read 50 shades after the craze in like 2015, and dean was scandalized to read this in a book while sam was like...this is it? he hits her a couple of times??

i've mentioned this a MILLION times, but i think they both love the die hard movie series. mostly the first one, and mostly dean, but they try to catch the marathons on cable every christmas.

dean loves the lost boys (because COME ON OF COURSE HE DOES!!! little brother and vampires and the good guys win! no moral complexity!), ghost busters, roadhouse, quick and fast murder mysteries with easy solutions, dirty dancing, tombstone, rocky, jaws, and--secretly--little women. he cries like a fucking kid being dragged away from a candy store.

sam loves indiana jones, star trek, friday the 13th (bc if he follows the Horror Movie rules, he and his family are safe!), the rear window, ET, it's a wonderful life (a movie about how your life has meaning even if you think you're making everyone's life worse...come on...), and a million arthouse movies about how life is strange and vulnerable.

they both like/watch together: star wars, bill & ted's excellent adventure, die hard, jurassic park, LOTR, the early 2000 fantastic four movies (they're not good, but they're mindless; dean wants to be johnny storm and sammy would DIE to be reed; dean likes to joke that sam's jessica alba instead), oceans 11

sam doesn't like monster movies anymore. dean doesn't like war movies anymore.

THIS WAS SO MUCH LOL I'M SO SORRY--i have a lot of thoughts about their favourite books/movies apparently! thank you so much for this ask--it was SO FUN to answer, lol! <3

i have texted charlotte and will reblog with her opinions when she responds! (she is busy gworl)

-lizzy

[superfanficnatural]

The Son: Chapter 22

Pairing: Poe Dameron x Male!Reader (The Son)

Summary: You’ve finally broken free of the forces controlling you at a great cost, though the cost of doing so was even greater than you thought. Now, you fight for the antithesis of what you had been representing, and have to grapple with finding your own place in the galaxy while grappling with the person trying to find their way into your heart. Will The Son choose the light? Or the dark? Whatever the answer may be, may the force be with us.

A/N: Just a note in case people got confused the end of the last chapter and the beginning of this chapter, there are flashback scenes we are getting! The context is not being explained somewhat on purpose, though if you have seen Star Wars then you perhaps know the context already. Don't worry! More will be explained soon. As always, I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: None

Word Count: 4,569

Italics are your thoughts

Masterpost

After running Ahsoka through with your blade, you turned to your father, “The Jedi have brought me the dagger, and you have brought yourself. Now father, you will die.” 

With your arms, you raised the dagger above your head, intending to plunge it down into your father. As you swung downwards, your sister had thrown herself in front of your father and the blade chose her as its target.

Looking down at your hands before looking back at your sister's body in your fathers arms, you let out a menacing and hurt cry, thunder booming around the area, “Why?”

Your eyes flung open as you lashed out, your arm coming over to shield your eyes but instead sending a flurry of electricity out from your fingers. The lights in the room flickered and smoke began to rise from an electrical outlet that was shorted. 

“Y/N! It’s ok!” Poe came up to you before you could realize what was going on. 

Sweat covered your body and you frantically looked around the room as you gasped heavy breaths. 

“I’m here, you’re safe,” Poe attempted to calm you.

He held you by the shoulders and after keeping focus with his eyes for a while you managed to calm down.

“I’m s-sorry,” you managed to utter.

Finn and Rey had now entered the room, the two of them taking notice of the slight electrical problem.

“Are you ok?” Rey asked, coming up closer to you.

You nodded your head with a sigh, “Yeah I’m just-” You were interrupted by a pain in your head, reaching your arm up to the spot and rubbing it slightly, “My head is killing me.”

“We don’t know what they hit you with, it was the knights of Ren, but your body’s vitals seem perfectly fine,” Finn explained.

“Whatever it is, it's psychological,” you responded. “I’ve been having... visions,” you winced with another rush of pain.

“What kinds of visions?” Finn questioned.

You looked at Poe for a moment in vulnerability, “Of me, when I was still the Son.”

The three of them didn’t respond for a moment as each of them considered what your words most likely meant. 

“I just hope you don’t pass out on me again,” Poe sighed. “You gave us a scare back there.”

By now, Poe had learned a good amount of your previous history and appreciation ran through you when he decided to move the conversation forward. Revisiting the pictures you were just shown by explaining it once more wouldn’t have been easy.

“Where are we? What’s going on?” you tried to catch yourself up. They all shared a solemn look, “What?”

“Chewie,” Finn began. “Chewie’s gone.”

“What?” you asked breathlessly, still disoriented.

“Kylo...” Poe attempted to explain.

“I destroyed the transport he was in,” Rey finalized, trying to maintain eye contact with you but you could see the pain in her eyes.

“Kylo egged her on, it’s not your fault,” Finn tried to appeal to Rey.

“We’ve only got 8 hours left before Palpatine attacks. So, what are we gonna do?” Poe questioned.

“What can we do, we gotta go back to base,” Finn admitted.

Rey’s eyes fell to the floor as they spoke and even through your pained mind, you worried about her. From what you could remember, Rey and Kylo were in a tug of war through the force with the transport before everything went black. How did she destroy it? Was her pull so strong that she ripped it in half? Chewie... 

Poe got up from his position next to you and stood to face Finn, “We don’t have time to go back. We are not giving up. If we do that, Chewie died for nothing.”

“Poe, Chewie had the dagger!” Finn bit back.

“Well then we gotta find another way,” Poe continued, his drive still intact.

“Well there isn’t, that was the only clue to the wayfinder thing and it’s gone,” Finn had seemingly lost his hope in this endeavor.

“So true. The inscription lives only in my memory now,” C3PO made himself known in the corner of the room facing the wall. 

Everyone turned to the droid as Poe spoke, “Hold on. The inscription that was on the dagger is in your memory?”

The droid turned to face you all, “Yes, Master Poe. But the translation from a forbidden language cannot be retrieved.”

“We should have brought A-3,” you sighed, a hand up to your forehead.

“That is short of a complete redacted memory bypass,” the droid finished his explanation.

“A complete what?” Finn tried to understand.

“It’s a terribly dangerous and sinful act performed on unwitting droids by dregs and criminals,” 3PO used his arms to accentuate his points as he turned back towards the wall.

“Let’s do that!” Finn’s motivation was suddenly revitalized.

3PO hard turned back towards your group to give Finn a major frontal eye when Poe spoke, “I know a black market droidsmith.”

“Black market droidsmith?” 3PO exclaimed.

“But he’s on Kijimi,” Poe threw his head back.

“What’s wrong with Kijimi?” Finn asked.

“I had a little... bad luck on Kijimi,” Poe begrudgingly admitted.

Finn’s head turned as he gave him a questionable side eye, even Rey looking up from the ground to gaze at him suspiciously.

“But if this mission fails, it’s all been for nothing,” he threw his hands slightly. “All we’ve done, all this time.”

Finn stepped forward, “We’re all in this. Until the end.”

You hesitantly stood from the ground with a groan as you stood next to them as well, leaning a hand on Poe’s shoulder for support as Finn extended his hand out toward Rey, “For Chewie.”

She took his hand and came next to your group, “For Chewie.”

Finn also reached out his other hand to Poe which made Poe roll his eyes slightly, “Hands?”

“Hands,” Finn affirmed.

Poe took his hand and you kept yours on his shoulder when he spoke as well, “For Chewie.”

C3PO took this opportunity to come closer and grab your free hand with passion, moving his robotic body excitedly as he looked around the group.

Poe was already finished with the theatrics by the time 3PO joined in and with a slight squeeze and raise of Finn’s hand before dropping it and walking away, he left you all with a final word, “Kijimi!”

Poe began piloting the ship with Finn in the cockpit and you sat next to Rey on a cargo container in the room just behind. She seemed worse than you as her once confident frame sat timidly. 

“Are you ok?” you began.

She didn’t even look at you, her eyes remaining on the floor as she responded, “There’s so much at stake.”

“My son.”

A sharp pain struck your head and you winced, your vision going blurry slightly.

Rey looked at you now, “Are you?”

You held your eyes closed for a moment as you breathed through the pain, reopening them, “Yeah, still recovering. What’s plagued your mind?”

She shook her head nearly imperceptibly, “I’ve had a vision.”

Your eyes narrowed slightly, “What did you see?”

“The throne of the Sith,” she whispered.

Your nerves spiked as well, knowing it could be anyone who ended up there... maybe even you at this point, “And?”

“I,” she breathed. “Kylo was there. And I was next to him.”

You weren’t exactly surprised, their dyad was something you knew could pull to either side. Though you were now worried, your faith in Rey turning Kylo instead faltered, “Is this because of what happened to Chewie?”

Her eyes snapped back to yours, giving away her surprise.

“There’s something inside me, something... dark. I don’t know if seeing Ochi’s ship brought it out but...” she struggled to finish her words.

You thought back and remembered Rey’s words before your speeders had been destroyed, that she had recognized Ochi’s ship, “How did you recognize the ship?”

Her eyes broke from yours back to the ground, “I don’t know.”

“Rey,” you placed a hand on her shoulder. “There is a darkness in us all. At times, it will be tempted, but it does not mean it is who you are.”

Your conversation was cut short by another droid rolling up beside BB-8, “H-hello.”

“Hello,” Rey tried reaching down to the droid.

It was a small cone shape attached to a singular wheel that rolled him back and forth.

He backed up quickly to avoid her touch, “No... no thank you.”

BB-8 beeped to tell you he found him on the ship.

“Looks like someone treated him badly,” Rey empathized. “It’s all right. You’re with us now.”

“We’re here,” Poe called from the cockpit.

Afterwards, everyone prepared their things and grabbed a few cloaks that were in one of the closets, thank the maker for Sith’s always wearing robes right...? It was a snowing planet that you walked out into from the cargo ramp, landing just on the outskirts of town. The large city in front of you was under complete First Order control and it seemed harsh. The buildings all had rags stuck to the sides or graffiti adorning the walls, blasted scorch marks occasionally. It was nighttime and you had an easy time getting into the city as all the troopers were seemingly conducting building investigations. Search parties were everywhere, knocking on doors and commanding to be let in and allowed to search the premises. The natives were running around trying to either get home or somewhere safer as your group moved stealthily through the streets. Your group had gotten to a corner where they hadn’t begun their searches yet and Poe went on to scout ahead, being the only one to know the terrain. 

After a short while, he returned to your group, “They’re everywhere.”

You all turned forward to look at a First Order group that had broken into a home, “Please, leave her alone! She didn’t do anything!”

“All right, I know what we should do,” Poe began.

“So do I, we should leave,” 3PO finished.

“Clam it, threepio,” Poe barked. “Follow me.”

He took off in another direction than where he came from and your group followed him. You moved along a few streets before your backs went up against a wall and Poe was at the front on the corner, “All right,. Let’s head down this way.”

“Heard you were spotted at Monk’s gate,” a voice came from the very corner Poe was standing at.

His hands came up to raise in surrender and you, Finn, and Rey stepped out to see what was happening. A woman clad in purple armor had a pistol raised to Poe’s head and fear ran through you. 

“Thought, ‘He’s not stupid enough to come back here,’” the mysterious woman spoke.

“Ah, you’d be surprised,” Poe mused.

“Who’s this?” 

“What’s going on?”

Questions were thrown back from you and the others and Poe was quick to respond, “Guys, this is Zorii. Zorii, this is Y/N, Rey, and Finn.”

“I could pull this trigger right now,” Zorii threatened.

“No you won’t,” you threatened.

“I’ve seen you do worse,” Poe added.

“For a lot less.”

“Can we just uh,” he took off his robe slowly and turned to face her, “talk about this?”

“I wanna see your brains in the snow,” she sneered.

“So you’re still mad? Zorii, we could really use your help,” Poe pleaded. “We gotta crack this droid's head open and fast.”

Still mad about what? Maker I’m getting answers out of this man whether he likes it or not.

“Pardon me!” 3PO exclaimed.

“We’re trying to find Babu Frik.”

“Babu? Babu only works for the crew. That’s not you anymore,” Zorii’s voice was laced with disdain.

“What crew?” you asked.

“Oh, funny he never mentioned it. Your friend's old job was running spice.”

“You were a spice runner?” Finn quipped.

“You were a stormtrooper?” Poe fired at Finn.

“Were you a spice runner?” Rey was next.

“Were you a scavenger?” Poe once again fired back.

“You used to run spice?” you were the last to ask.

“You used to be immortal?” Poe once again, fired back. “We could do this all night.”

“You don’t have all night,” Zorii began to circle your team. “You know, I’m still digging out of the hole you put me in when you left to join the Resistance.” A few other men with blasters pointed at you came closer as well, “You.” She aimed her words at Rey, “You’re the one they’re looking for. Bounty for her just might cover us.” She looked to the four men who had surrounded you now, “Djak’kankah!”

“Don’t djak’kankah!” Poe yelled.

Rey used her staff to knock the gun out of Zorii’s hand, also slamming the guy next to her and off of his feet. You turned to try and use the force and push the man standing behind your group, but when you tried to establish your connection, pain ran through your head and made you falter. Rey was quick to turn and hit the man you were aiming at before she smacked the last one on Zorii’s left in the face and out cold. Zorii had now recovered on the floor and took out another pistol. 

Rey now ignited her saber down towards Zorii as she raised her arm to aim her gun back, “We could really use your help. Please.”

“Y/N, are you ok?” Poe came to your side.

You winced, “I couldn’t- I’ll be fine.”

“Not that you care,” the both of them were panting as Zorii responded. “But I think you’re okay.”

“I care,” Rey deactivated her blade and put it away, reaching a hand out to help her up.

Poe helped you come back up to a standing position as the pain began to subside, “My connection with the force is disrupted, most likely because of what I was hit with.”

“That doesn’t sit right with me,” Poe worried.

She took her hand and rose up, the rest of the men coming back around and being told to stand down, “Come with us. I’ll take you to Babu.”

Finn looked at Rey with pride as she walked past to begin following their group, you coming along with Poe. His previous connections were helping you right now when you needed it but at the same time, these exact connections he kept from you on purpose, and you wondered if he would have ever told you if you didn’t have to go to Kijimi.

“Walkers, stay closeby,” Zorii instructed after checking around a corner.

“Poe Dameron, spice runner. Runner of spice,” Finn teased Poe.

“Alright,” Poe wasn’t amused.

“Get your spice!” Finn called out.

“Come on, 3PO!” Rey called out, the droid stuck at the tail end of the group.

After going through a series of back alleyways and staircases, you finally arrived at what seemed like a nightclub. 

As you walked through the tight and crowded space, filled with species of all kinds, Zorii called to the group, “Babu’s in the back.”

Once your group finally arrived in the back, a very tiny creature who you were introduced to as Babu Frik began to prepare the golden droid to extract his memory once filled in by Zorii.

After the back of 3PO’s head was cracked open and dozens of wires were connected to a circuit in the room, the droid spoke, “I haven’t the faintest idea why I agreed to this. I must be malfunctioning. I must be malfunctioning...”

“Babu Frik?” Rey came to kneel slightly to level her face with Babu on the table. “Can you help us with this?”

Babu muttered back in an alien language even you couldn’t quite understand and Rey got back up, “Zorii? Is this gonna work?”

Zorii began to converse with Babu in the language and pointed towards 3PO eventually, “He says he’s found something in your droid's forbidden memory bank. Words, translated from Sith?”

“That’s it.”

“Yeah, that’s what we need,” Rey and Finn responded.

Zorii’s head turned to Poe who was standing on the steps peeking out of the small crack to scout, “Who are you hanging out with that speaks Sith?”

You closed your mouth just as you were about to speak and decided to remain silent.

Poe came down from the steps, “Can you make him...” He cut past Zorii and got closer to Babu, “Babu, can you make him translate it?”

Zorii translated for him and after conversing once more, explained, “Yes. But it will cause a complete-”

“A complete memory wipe,” C3PO finished her sentence.

“Wait wait wait, we make him translate it, he won’t remember... anything?” Poe questioned.

“Droid, memory go blank,” Babu demonstrated her knowledge of the common language as well.

“Oh!” 3PO exclaimed.

“Blank blank,” Babu muttered.

“There must be some other way!” the droid pleaded.

“Doesn’t Artoo back up your memory?” Finn reminded.

“Oh, please. R-2’s storage units are famously unreliable,” 3PO sassed.

“You know the odds better than any of us. Do we have a choice?” Rey gave the droid an opportunity to think.

He went silent as he recoiled slightly, his face drooping lower in thought as he stood and took a few steps forward, “If this mission fails... it was all for nothing. All we’ve done... all this time.”

He turned back to face all of you standing to watch him and looked between each of you before Poe spoke up, “What are you doing there, Threepio?” 

“Taking one last look, sir... at my friends.”

Tears filled your eyes at your companions words when the new small droid spoke, “Sad.”

A bright light shone through the crack in the window behind you all and Babu Frik muttered, “Uh-oh.”

“Night raids are gonna start soon,” Zorii warned. “I’ll keep lookout.”

“I’m coming with you,” Poe offered. 

She scoffed, “You still don’t trust me, huh?”

He’s going off alone with the girl who wanted to kill him earlier? But I know there’s more to the two of them than they’ve shown me. I’m not missing this even if I die.

“Did you ever trust me?”

“Nope.”

“That means I’m coming along too,” you stepped forward.

“No, in your condition anything could happen and you could get caught out there,” Poe attempted to stop you.

“I’ll be perfectly fine, for all you know you might need me out there,” you fought back.

“I don’t want you out there-”

“You his father or something?” Zorii chimed in. “You good at stealth?” 

She aimed her question at you and you replied in kind, “They won’t even hear me.”

“Great, then let’s go,” she cut the conversation and moved up the stairs to exit the room.

You pushed past a flustered Poe to leave with her, Poe slowly coming up behind you. The three of you pushed out from the wall of the building you were occupying to squeeze through a small alleyway across the street. From there, Zorii led you to a ladder that reached up halfway up the building, from there, you climbed sections of the building that were protruding from the walls in order to reach the roof. Ultimately reaching it after some difficulty, the three of you posted up on a rather high spot to overlook half the city.

Reaching a crouched position, you weren’t able to keep it in any longer, “So, how do you know Poe?”

You could almost hear Poe gulp as Zorii eagerly responded, “He really didn’t say a thing did he?”

“That he was a spice runner? I had no idea,” you looked at Poe expectantly, burning a hole through the back of his head.

“Yeah, before he joined the Resistance he used to run with our crew, here before the First Order increased its control to... this,” she spoke as she looked over a few burning buildings and heard the screams of the townspeople.

“It’s not exactly a selling point in my life,” Poe managed to respond. 

“And how long were you two a thing?” you asked, not cutting any corners.

Poe coughed as he choked on his saliva and Zorii laughed, “Oh we were never a thing. As if I’d ever be with this idiot.”

“We were a thing, briefly. But briefly for a reason,” Poe explained, giving you apologetic eyes for keeping all of this from you.

“Yeah we found out quickly that I can’t stand him,” Zorii offered. 

“Interesting,” you muttered. “So did your crew find him or did Poe find you?”

“Unfortunately, the latter, he stole one of our shipments just to bring it back as an offering to get in,” Zorii reminisced. 

You couldn’t help the chuckle that fell from your lips, “In what universe is that a good idea?”

“It seemed like one at the time! And hey, it worked!” Poe was quick to defend himself.

“We nearly shot him dead right there but I liked his spirit, as insane as it was,” Zorii admitted. “So we let him in, and he did ok I suppose. Right up until he went and ditched us in the middle of a job.”

“I’m sorry, ok? I just, I needed something to fight for, and I found it in the Resistance,” Poe apologized.

Zorii shook her head, deciding to drop the argument there.

“And I found... much more than I thought I would,” he now locked eyes with you as he spoke. “I found everything to fight for. My everything.”

Zorii turned her head back to see what he was looking at, you. Though you were unable to speak, struck silent by the passion in his words.

“Zorii, this is my boyfriend, Y/N,” Poe reintroduced you to his previous flame.

A blush spread across your face which you desperately tried to hide as you muttered, “Why did you put me on the spot...”

He chuckled before the three of you were cut short by a small explosion across the town, screams soon following, “How long’s it been like this?”

“First Order took most of the kids a long time ago,” Zorii explained. “Can’t stand the cries anymore. I’ve saved up enough to get out. I’m going to the Colonies.”

The Colonies was the name given to the part of the galaxy near the core worlds, where it was much more advanced and had supple opportunities. 

“How? All those hyperlanes are blocked,” Poe questioned. She reached down to take something out, a small circular piece of technology and held it up, showing it to Poe for him to put it together, “That’s a First Order Captain’s medallion. I’ve never seen a real one.”

“Free passage through any blockade,” Zorii added. “Landing privileges, any vessel.” She pressed a button on the side of her mask, opening the visor area so you could see her eyes, “I was thinking of asking you to come. Though, I don’t think I can contend with him.”

You felt slightly awkward as you didn’t quite understand how to carry yourself in the conversation, would you be complimented by her? Maybe hesitant to Poe’s reaction to asking him to go with her? 

“I...” you had started but Poe spoke first.

“I can’t walk out on this war, and I won’t walk out on Y/N. It’s a long story, but I’m not just fighting for this war, I’m fighting for him,” he spoke with determination, still offering a slightly apologetic expression to Zorii for turning her down.

You sighed, a small smile forming against your will as you reached a hand over to cup his cheek lovingly, stroking the skin with your thumb momentarily. His hand came to rest over yours as he held it in place, both of you appreciating the small gesture.

“I think I’m about to lug myself off this building if this keeps up,” Zorii spoke with mock disgust.

You chuckled slightly and pulled your hand back as Poe turned back to Zorii, “But this war...” He looked back out across the city you were surveying, “We sent out a call for help at the battle of Crait. Nobody came. Everyone’s so afraid. They’ve given up.”

The battle of Crait was when you, Rey, and Chewie had come in much too late and had to help evacuate the small number of people who remained. While you didn’t think much of it at the time, it was true that your forces were overwhelmed and if you hadn’t arrived, the Resistance might have been snuffed out then are there. The thought sent a chill down your spine as that would have meant you lost Poe without even being there, without ever telling him how much you loved him. Poe’s words felt devoid of hope which also struck at your heartstrings.

“No, I don’t believe you believe that,” Zorii fought back. “They win by making you think you’re alone. Remember?” Poe nodded his head back at her and she continued, “There’s more of us.”

Her words even managed to fill you up with hope as well. Your small band of Resistance was already hanging on by a thread, along with Rey’s vision and your ailment, you were beginning to truly think that hope might have been lost.

“I can see why you liked her,” you commented.

Zorii let out a small laugh, “We should head back.”

The three of you moved from the rooftop back down and towards the building the rest of your team was in quickly and quietly. Unfortunately for you, you heard talks from the troops, to then look up and see a large destroyer come out of hyperspace, making your feet rush faster than before back to the team.

After busting through the door, “There’s an incoming destroyer.”

Poe followed Zorii, “We gotta go now, did we get it Babu?”

“Yup!” Babu’s small frame let itself known behind C3PO who was most likely powered off and leaning back in a chair. Babu went into his head with a sparking tool once again, “Droid is ready!”

3PO was suddenly powered back on and rose from the chair, his eyes turning a red color, “The Emperor's wayfinder is in the imperial vault. At delta 3-6, transient 9-3-6, bearing 3-2 on a moon in the Endor system. From the southern shore. Only this blade tells.” His head whirred to the side, “Only this blade tells.”

He powered back down right afterwards and fell back into the chair, Babu giving an excited ‘woohoo’ at the job being done.

“The Endor system. Where the last war ended?” Finn added.

As soon as Finn had finished, the room began to shake and vibrate as the ground rumbled, signifying the approach of the deadly destroyer over the city. At this, Rey began moving towards the front door, presumably to go and check what was happening.

“Ren’s destroyer,” she called out back to you in the room after opening the door and taking a step outside. 

“He’s here?” Poe called back.

She went silent for a moment as if she realized something before she muttered with shock, “Chewie?”

“What about him?” Finn asked carefully.

You began to walk forward, coming up the steps behind her to look at the gigantic destroyer, hovering over the city as the white snow fell around you. You focused your eyes up to the destroyer and tried to feel through the force but all you got was the beginnings of a large headache, leading you to cancel your attempts.

“He’s on Ren’s ship. He’s alive,” Rey uttered incredulously. 

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