#Worst part is i could walk back into the building and the Brothers would think I genuinely DID NOT ditch them and was just in the bathroom

[marathedemonoverlord]

Ahhh! Fam I KNEW I liked you for some reason my Dumb Ass can't stand Lilith either

Though for me it feels kind of icky cause when I first played the impression I got was she was their family/sister and since they look at Lilith like that and reference how you remind them of her and then some of them (Lucifer) want to bone the shit out of you- It just....

Like...

.... If you have a thing for your sister just say so- I promise I ain't mad just mildly disappointed HAH!

why do you hate lilith?

Imagine you’re dating someone you plan to stick with forever. Whether you marry and have kids or not is up to you... Now imagine they won’t... stop... talking... about their ex? All the good and bad stuff that came with their ex? That’s the main reason why, though there are more.

I’m sick of the talk of Lilith. Every time they bring lilith up, its in reference to something I said or did. like i get it, please stfu

i know lilith never dated any of the boys or anything, she was just like a little sister to them. but like STILL. i already have a gender crisis (lmao dsfjksngfd) i dont need a friggen identity criss bc they keep comparing me to ol dumb bitch lilith

also i can dodge arrows. lilith couldnt. we are not the same, smfh

[queers-gambit]

My Date With the President's Daughter

part one: Blue Bunny

prompt: your father finds out about Tangerine in the worst way during a charity gala before marauders try to rob it.

pairing: Tangerine x female!reader

fandom masterlist: Bullet Train

word count: 6.3k+

note: a little Disney Channel throwback in the title anyone?

warnings: use of Irish names that DO NOT dictate race, more Mafia antics, short smut / interrupted smut (you'll see), NSFW i think, mature content, cursing, chaos and violence, weapons: guns and knives, blood. dead bodies, reader's a Daddy's Girl, abrupt ending, slight angst, more hurt and comfort i guess, author still has no idea what this plot is - revoke her internet access.

The theme of the gala that night was inspired by the Palace of Versailles; regal, royal, glittering and so very, very gold. It was held at one of the most expensive hotels in the city, the entire building rented out in preparation with three different caterers and expensive bottles of alcohol being served. The gala was THE place to be - most people vying for an invitation, everyone who was anyone in attendance; dripping in designer clothes, shoes, and jewelry that sparkled in candlelight.

Every single year for the past 25 years, your legendary father hosted a large charity event that your mother was project manager of - meaning she chose the themes, decor, and the invite list. Only elite persons (both in the public and private eye) with deep pockets were invited, knowing they'd cut a large check if they wanted your father to stay out of their business territories. So, in honor of the richer-than-rich attendees, your mother used grand and golden decorations; creating a tastefully regal atmosphere for those who didn't actually have a drop of royal blood in their veins.

You father, Fallon, meaning "leader" in the ancient Celtic language, looked as handsome and dapper as ever; his tux dry cleaned, steamed, ironed, and tailored, paired with clean and shining dress shoes that had a bright red sole. His hair was slicked back, tattoos on his neck visible from the swept-back style.

Your mother, Maeve, whose name meant "she who rules", looked like she had just walked off a runway. Her dress hugged her slender and impressive figure, the material shimmering under the soft lighting. Her heels were high, hair pinned off her neck to show off bright diamond earrings that matched the thin chain of glittering gems around her collarbones, the sparkling tennis bracelet, and the absurdly large wedding ring on her finger. Her face was lightly painted with make-up, always a woman who didn't need much - if any at all. You prayed to age as gracefully as she.

Your brother, Oisín - pronounced [Oh - Sheen] - meant "little deer"; a cheeky but shy lad at the ripe age of 10. He wore a matching tux as your father, and had an emerald broach pinned on his lapel to indicate he belonged to your family. His au pair was supposed to be watching him so you could mingle with donors, but Oisín didn't stray from your side; a wee hand holding the material of your expensive dress on your hip to keep himself from getting lost.

The gala was crowded. Large event room stifling, requiring the air be turned on. Perfume assaulting the senses in a clash of scents.

The trademark "cha-ching" sound effect echoed in your mind as you shmoozed a few guests into their donations; impressing your brother by how easy you made it look. You thanked each donor with a pretty smile and fluttering lashes, floating around the room to meet other investors; giving them your family's charity's mission statement and explained where their money would go. Most of the people in this room were seedy criminals - similar to your father - and the other few were corrupt politicians who were nestled in the criminal's pockets.

By no means was the night boring, but this was work for you; all business, no pleasure.

The decor your mother chose had a lot of glittering gold details; a few imported busts and statues, an entire wall full of sculpted grass to mimic the Palace's own garden designs; artwork hung in thick, intricate frames, bright crystal chandeliers hanging from the ceiling. The event hall was specifically chosen for the floor-to-ceiling windows, sculpted shrubbery planted around the room; banquet tables covered in white cloth and chairs made of white plush - complimenting the detailed golden accents. It was gorgeous, you were impressed by your mother's attention to detail.

You wore a dress made of fine silk, the pretty green hue complimenting your skin tone; hair left down, pinned at the sides, showing off the dangling, expensive earrings your father gifted you on your 18th birthday. You, too, wore heels that forced you to walk taller and with calculated steps; rimmed eyes darting around to ensure there wasn't any shady business transpiring. But when surrounded by people who made their living by being sketchy, it was hard to clock each and every movement; being why your father had hired a very specific (and loyal) security service.

With several checks in hand, you visited your father's banker, a mute man named Bradley, and handed them over for safe keeping; your brother able to practice his sign language. Bradley was happy to reply, your entire family versed in multiple languages, and showed the young lad his process of collecting and documenting the donations. After tallying your new checks to the grand total, he used British Sign Language to inform you and Oisín of the updated tally generated so far.

"Why does Daddy need to do this?" The young lad asked, holding your hand tightly; not being a fan of social interactions - especially to this magnitude.

"To keep business moving squeaky clean," you answered softly, smiling at a few who passed you. "Money makes the world go 'round, don't it?"

He sighed, "Do we know all these people?"

"We do, they're Daddy's associates," you nodded, "and you best believe, they all know us. See, one day, you'll learn their names and what businesses they provide, how Daddy keeps them all employed."

Oisín looked uncomfortable, wondering, "Are they dangerous? Like the guys that came for Christmas?"

You came to a halt around the edge of the room, caressing his head while being careful not to muse his hair out of place. "They're all dangerous, in their own way, yes, lovie. But," you lowered into a squat so you could look your brother in his eyes, "you'll learn, Daddy's much more dangerous. So, we host events like this t'keep everyone happy and in line, you see? It's a power play."

He nodded, glancing around the room of adults. "Do I have to stay the whole time, though? Mommy said I could invite Darrel and Kevin - they're over there," he pointed towards one of the round tables, two of his classmates laughing with their mothers standing off to the side. "And I'm hungry!"

"Oh, you're a hungry lad, is it?" You smiled, watching his head bob. "Well then, in that case, we should feed you, huh? C'mon," you straightened and offered your hand, which he took gratefully. "We'll get yah fed, sweetums, and you can hang with your friends, yeah?"

"Daddy won't be mad?"

"No, I'll tell him you did really well tonight, helping me collect donations," you winked, leading him to one of the catering tables. You made up his plate with different options, carrying it to the table his friends, Darrel and Kevin, were sat at.

The boys - who looked adorably dapper in suits and bowties - greeted your brother happily; letting you set his plate down and greet the mothers kindly to thank them for their attendance that night.

"Oh, Miss!" Your brother's au pair, Lisa, hustled up to you, "I'm so sorry, I lost track - "

"No, no, 's fine, you're all right, deep breath, love," you assured, squeezing her upper arm. "Having a good night so far?"

"Oh, it's magical, Miss, innit?" She beamed, looking around in wonder. "Never been before despite working for your family all these years, I'm grateful for your mother's invitation tonight."

"Oh, we're very happy to host yah, sweetheart," you smiled. "But, uh, you mind keepin' an eye on Oisín for me? I've gotta work a bit more. He just wants t'hang with his friends, think he's a bit tired."

"Of course," she rushed.

"I'd wager you can take him t'bed after Daddy's speech, hmm? I know he'll want Oisín here for that, at the very least."

Lisa agreed, mingling with the other mothers as you pecked Oisín's head and told him to behave, that you were gonna go back to working the gala; which he at least acknowledged before being sucked back into a card game with Darrel. You didn't mind the blow off, liking the idea that he had as normal of a life as possible - a farfetched idea considering your father ran the bloody Irish Mafia and all. He's attended three different schools since he started his educational career, so you were content to leave him with his friends; letting boys be boys.

After making another deposit to Bradley, you visited one of the modern and unique glass bars (one of three stations) while feeling somewhat dejected by the night's missing guest. But speak (or think) of the Devil and He shall appear.

"You weren't kiddin' when you said your family goes all out for events like this. Jesus fuckin' Christ," a familiar, accented voice crooned; a body saddling up to the bar beside you. You first saw his hands clasped together on the bar, recognizing the golden rings and single bracelet, smirking as your eyes lifted to meet that of Aaron - or Tangerine.

"You're late," you mused, locking eyes with the bartender and holding up two fingers; indicating you now wanted two of the drinks you ordered, him nodding.

"Sorry 'bout that, love, yeah, no, Lem and I got caught up in somethin', had ta deal, then get cleaned up for yah. Figured you wouldn't want us walkin' in here with blood on us."

"You'd be right," you hummed, red painted lips stretching in amusement as you both casually leaned on the glass bartop with your forearms. "Doesn't matter, you're here now - thank God."

"That bad, huh?"

"Not like previous years," you admitted, sending a glance over your shoulder at the group of milling socialites. "Since Daddy inducted The Agency, some traction's picked up believe it or not. Seems like a lot of people like the idea of contract killers for hire and investing in the Black Market. Seems like you lot really up the ante, don't'cha?"

"Ah," he smirked, "you're welcome, then. Happy t'be of service."

"I'll only thank you when you make a donation to the cause."

"Yeah?" He smirked. "Well, you got anywhere private for me to write a check, then, love? Can't have anyone knowin' I'm charitable, got a reputation to uphold, know what I mean?" Then he leaned in real close, lips ghosted against your ear and making a shiver shoot down your spine, "C'mon, doll, 's been 3 weeks since I've seen yah."

"I know," you sighed, "but we've been busy tonight. Plus, Daddy would kill you - like, actually kill you - 'cause he's listed you specifically for me to stay away from."

"And yet, here you are, naughty girl, huh? Disobeying orders?" He smirked and put a space between you for the sake of appearances, two glasses of whiskey set before you. "Your Daddy's been preoccupied all night, love - don't think he'd even notice if we pop out for a bit. 'Fraid to admit but if I don't get you alone soon, I might actually lose my shit, darlin', honestly."

"Aaron, sweetheart, my family is hosting this event and we're responsible for collections," you deadpanned, but smirked, "'s a bit inappropriate to abandon such an important night by sneaking off."

"Can't tell me you're not tempted."

Now, you full-on grinned, "I didn't wear panties for a reason."

"You fuckin' tease," he growled over the rim of the crystal glass. When he tasted the whiskey, he hummed in shock, looking at the amber liquid, "Fuck me, that's nice."

"My family may or may not own several distilleries. You're drinking an exquisite, 15-year ol' whiskey, love." You took your own sip, casting another look around the room, finding your brother first, still with his friends before locating your parents. They were pleasantly distracted by an ambassador, making you grin at Tangerine, "C'mon."

"Hey?" He wondered, quickly setting his half-drank glass down as you snatched his free hand to quickly lead him away. He smirked and casted a look over his shoulder, instantly meeting Lemon's eyes - finding him laughing at the pair of you, toasting his drink at his brother in impression as if he knew what you two were up to.

Thanks to Thomas the Tank Engine, Lemon definitely knew what you two were doing - being excellent at reading people.

You lead your lover out of the event hall, checking up and down the empty hall and missing the way one of the security guards clocked your escape. You lead Tangerine into the large, private, unisex bathroom; shoving him against the closed door and instantly latching onto him in a deep kiss.

He was fully prepared, catching your hips; hissing a breath in through his nose, releasing a gentle moan out of sheer relief. When you pulled back, he grinned, "Got no idea how much I fuckin' missed yah, darlin'."

"Missed you more," you whispered in a rush, arms wrapping around his neck as he simultaneously began backing you up. It was a hungry kiss; heated, passionate, teeth clanking from impact, both attempting to make up for lost time. Ever in-sync, both your mouths opened to push your tongues against one another; exchanging saliva and the taste of expensive whiskey.

"C'mere," he panted after having backed you into the sink counter, seizing hold of your silken hips and hoisting you upwards. Your mouths were never far apart, joining together once more now that you were sat at a vantage point. Your hands shoved his navy blue suit jacket from his shoulders, it being set aside to the other end of the counter while you worked on his belt. "Never goin' this long again," he mumbled into your kiss, pushing the material of your dress up to let your legs spread wider in accommodation. Your lover rushed, "Jesus, fuck, feels like forever, don't it?"

You nodded as his hands pushed under the bunched material to grip the plush meat of your thighs; giving a gentle massage before sliding them higher until he met your bare hips. The cold counter bit into your exposed flesh.

"Oh, fuck me, you really didn't wear panties?" He groaned, glancing down as he lifted silk from your lap to catch a glimpse of your bare cunt - ready to greet him.

"Had a feelin' you'd show up, you just can't stay away, can yah?" You smirked, cheekily licking his lips as his belt clattered open. "Thought you'd might appreciate it," your chuckle was swallowed by his moan as the zipper of his trousers sounded almost shrilly to your over heightened senses. "Just need you close, so fuckin' close, please, missed you, baby - "

"No idea how much I've missed you, love, fuckin' hell," he rushed, reaching into his briefs the moment you had loosened the waistband of his tailored trousers to take hold of his cock. "This ain't gonna be nice an' easy, love, yeah? All right?" He checked, feeling you slide to the edge of the counter.

"Didn't think anything else," you grinned, gasping lightly when the head of his cock swept up and down your slit. "Plenty of time for that later, just need you fuckin' close - closer than close."

"Feel how fuckin' wet you are already? Goddamnit - "

"All for you, baby, c'mon, don't tease - "

In a single motion, Tangerine sheathed himself in your warmth, grinning in mischief, "Huh? Sayin' somethin', weren't yah, doll? Go 'head, finish your sentence, 'M listening."

You only chuckled, hands holding his neck and bicep in vice grips to keep yourself anchored as close as possible to him. "Three weeks without yah, and you wanna provoke me?" You whispered, feeling him begin to thrust in agonizing movements.

"Wouldn't be me if I didn't, huh?"

You chuckled breathlessly - gasping when, suddenly, the bathroom door burst open. You were facing that way, looking up from Tangerine's shoulder, only to discover your worst fear. "Holy shit! Daddy!?" You squeaked, Tangerine jolting and cursing in a hushed tone as he instantly yanked out of your wet warmth.

"Oh, you betta be fuckin' kiddin' me," your father seethed. "The fuck is goin' on here!? What the fuck are you goin'!? Who the fuck is that - is-is-is that who I think it is?" He growled, your lover fumbling to tuck himself away and pull his trousers back together - not moving from between your legs in an effort to preserve your modesty. But he had turned slightly to give your father a glimpse of his face, making your Daddy snarl, "Oh, bloody fuckin' hell! You serious? Fuckin' Tangerine, is it? You lost your mind, girl!?"

"Daddy, please," you warbled nervously, tears of anxiety gathering.

"Get the fuck out here - now! Boff of yah's!" He commanded in a roar, stepping out of the doorway.

"Oh, holy fuck," Aaron breathed, latching his belt and looking at you with wide eyes. "Well, was nice while this lasted, huh? Gonna miss yah, pretty girl - "

"The fuck are you - "

"He's gonna fuckin' kill me, sugar," Tangerine frowned, your dress falling gracefully into place when you slid off the counter. "Your father's gonna fuckin' kill me, Goddamnit," he pulled his suit jacket back on. "Think I can make it out that window?"

"He already knows it's you, runnin' now won't help," you sniffled, shaking your head and moving for the still-opened door. "You didn't think to fucking lock the door? Jesus fuck, Aaron..."

He followed after you, meeting your father in the empty hallway outside where the gala was in full-swing. He looked enraged, jaw clenched and wide eyes ablaze, looking the both of you over in disgust. "You out of your bloody mind you stupid girl? Huh?" He demanded, "I told you - very clearly - you weren't to fuckin' see him again."

"Daddy - "

"And this is how I find out? Huh? That my daughter doesn't respect my authority or listen to my words? How the fuck do you think people would react to that? They see you disobeying and get the idea to do the same."

"I'm not yours to command - "

"You're my daughter!" Fallon barked in anger, "My only fuckin' daughter, which means, you are, indeed, mine to command - just like everyone else in this fucking organization! You understand? My word is law - "

"This isn't just some petty fling, Daddy, that I'm engaged in to pass the time! I'm in love with him!" You blurted out, eyes widening when you heard your own words and watched your father's face fall.

"Beg your pardon?" He seethed slowly. "Have you gone mental? Finally fuckin' lost it? Huh? You must be outta your Goddamn mind if you think you love this silly fuck! He doesn't love you back, Y/N, you're just a coveted prize because you're my daughter - it's a thrill to men like him! Women like you, you're just trophies! There's no authenticity - "

"With all due respect," Tangerine interrupted boldly with anger lacing his words, "but you've got it all wrong, sir. Your daughter is the most important person t'me - outside my bruva, of course. She's not a trophy to collect, she's not a dainty object for me to store onna shelf - she's not a notch on my belt. But you're right about one thing," his arm extended around your waist, "she is the most coveted prize - but that's because of who she is, not who her father is. She's my prize, yeah, because she's the end goal men search their whole lives for and for whatever reason, she fuckin' chose me. I consider it the greatest honor - "

"You got some fuckin' nerve, don't'cha?" Your father growled. "You know what, lad? Since it's evident my daughter doesn't take me seriously, maybe you'll be smart enough to heed my warning. You leave her the fuck alone or - "

"I can't do that, sir," Tan refused, "'cause like it or not, I'm mad for her. Absolutely stupid for her. I love your daughter past words, don't even think I've ever loved someone 'cause bein' with her feels so fuckin' different in comparison.

"That so?"

Tangerine nodded, other hand shoving into his pocket to toy with the cool metal of golden brass knuckles. "There's nobody in this world like your daughter, sir. Bein' in love with her is like euphoria, yeah? Makes me think back and realize how wrong I was about my feelings for anyone else 'cause of how I feel for her. I say there ain't no way I've ever loved anyone else 'cause I've never felt this way before - I've only felt this type of love with your daughter. Yeah? She's fuckin' everything to me, so, with respect, I can't stay away. I won't."

"Yeah? Yeah? Fuckin' fine. All right, sure, let's see if The Agency has anythin' t'say about this, huh? When I pull the plug on this deal, I'll be sure to tell your employers why and let them deal with you for ruining this business partnership."

"Daddy," you gasped, rushing when he turned for the event hall's doors, Aaron following swiftly. You caught the metal doors when your father yanked them open and strode into the room, doing your best to catch him before he did anything too rash. "Wait, wait, Daddy, please, just listen, listen to me - I didn't mean for this to happen!"

"Didn't mean for what? Me findin' yah fuckin' in the bathroom like a desperate whore?" He snarled over his shoulder, the thick crowd slowing him.

"Well, yes, but I also didn't mean to fall in love with him! All right? But you know better than all of us that it's not a choice, it just happens! Look at you and Mum - "

He rounded on you, Tan at your flank, opening his mouth to scold you when something caught his eye behind you. You didn't have time to question him as rapid shots filled the air, a telltale sign of an automatic gun being fired in the crowded room. You flinched slightly, Tangerine instantly grabbing your waist to cover your body with his; turning to locate the threat, only to discover a gaggle of men in all black wearing ski masks and duffel bags on their shoulders.

"Friends of yours?" Tan snipped at your father, keeping you low as the crowd shrieked in panic - all trying to escape, still being shot at. This caused the seedy individuals with guns to take a stand and shoot back at the intruders, creating mass confusion and limited advantages.

"Bruv!"

"Brian," Aaron panted, people bumping into one another as they panicked in a flood of bodies. He looked down at you and then to your father, Fallon, only to find blood blooming under his white button up. "Oh, fuck," his eyes widened, gunshots still sounding, "right, we gotta move - can deal with everything else later. Here, here, here," Tangerine plucked a cloth napkin from a nearby table and shoved it over your father's wound to help staunch the bleeding.

"They got the doors, mate," Lemon shook his head when you noticed your father's wound. Luckily, it didn't appear to be in a fatal location, his hand holding pressure as the security detail were being gunned down. "The fuck do we do now?" Lemon asked over shrill shrieks.

"What we do best," Tangerine answered, pushing your father into action and brandishing his gun. "Stay close - "

"I'm not leaving without my wife and son!" Your father growled.

"Lem!"

"On it," he agreed, disappearing into the swarm of people.

Your lover kept you close, shoving through the crowd to lead towards a set of heavy metal doors. Several men stepped in your way, Tan sneering, "Right, fuck this." He opened fire.

You squeaked in shock when a different body tackled Aaron from the side to knock him out of sight, your father keeping a hold on you as straggling bodies dropped around you. "There he is!" You heard over the confusion, locating a set of men surging towards you.

There was nowhere to go, leaving you to physically block your father in a bid to protect him - not needing to when Tangerine intercepted the two threats. He didn't have his gun anymore, lost in a stampede of feet on bloody marble floors, opting to use his fists and brute strength against the robbers. The brass knuckles helped.

You had to admit, it was the perfect night to attack considering how much money Bradley was keeping track of. Plus the fact that everyone's guard was down made tonight the perfect opportunity for marauders to act against your family.

However, in a sea of confusion, you were separated from your father's side; losing him amongst the people and feeling a tight hand seize your upper arm. "I got the daughter!" The man in a ski mask informed through the visible comms system. "Moving for the south wing, bring the van around t'the alley."

"Aaron!" You begged, trying to wrangle free but discovering your strength was nothing compared to the 6'3'' goon's. "Aaron! Aaron, please! Help!"

"Shut the fuck up," the man snapped, backhanding you and never releasing his grip. A single trickle of blood oozed from one nostril as the man's ring split your bottom lip. "Fuckin' move!" He barked at you in a thick accent, "Move, bitch, let's go!"

"What do you want!? Please, just - just tell me! I can give you whatever it is - please! Fucking let go!"

Another enemy joined you, sneering, "Oi! The fuck you doin'? Don't damage the goods, fuckin' idiot, we gotta keep her in decent shape for the ransom! Fallon ain't payin' if his daughter's been assaulted - "

But a gunshot boomed and the other man's body jolted before falling flat on his back - dead with a hole in his forehead. You tried to capitalize on your captor's shock, unsuccessful, feeling blood splatter on your back from a different fallen body. You saw your father under the wing of his security, his own gun being used in defense, begging, "Daddy! Daddy, help!"

The one night you don't ensure your thigh holster's filled, of course this happens!

Fallon was only able to watch as Tangerine fought his way up to you struggling in the bulky man's grip; impressed when one contract killer engaged another. "Oi!" Tan barked, "Hands off my girl, yah fuckin' lunatic!" He threw several punches, the goon forced to release you to defend himself. Fallon watched as Tangerine waited until you were freed and a step to the side before opening fire again - killing the man who dared touch you. He realized that Tangerine had waited until you were clear to take the shot - feeling impression plant in his gut. Yet there was no time to dwell as intruders circled him.

"Oh, my God!" You whimpered, bodies left in growing pools of blood; your dress dragging in the tacky substance to paint abstract swirls on the shining floor; trying to avoid being swept up in the streams of panicking people. Your name was barked, another hand grabbing you, but this time, it was Lemon - sprayed in enemy blood.

"C'mon, doll, I got'cha!" He promised, being engaged by another robber. You sobbed in shock when an arm caught you in a headlock and forcefully drug you backwards; heeled feet scrambling in an attempt to keep up and avoid falling over.

"Lemon! Please! Fuck's sake!"

Breathing was hard to do in a headlock, dancing black spots blurring your vision slowly and your heart hammering in fear. A machine gun sounded again. The bicep tightened, dramatically limiting air.

"Fuckin' get off her, arsehole!" Recognizing Aaron's voice was a sheer relief, gasping for air when the arm constricted around your neck released suddenly. However, the momentum made you stumble to the ground at the same time for the goon's dead body to drop right next to you. His wide, dead eyes stared unseeingly at you, forcing a shiver down your spine and for your stomach to knot.

"Jesus Christ, oh, my God, oh, my God, oh, my God," you panted, scrambling when blood spread closer.

"C'mon, love, c'mere, c'mere," Tangerine grunted, hauling you to your feet and protectively keeping you to his side. Being in front of you now, you could note the blood on his button up, how the robber's own punches had bruised and bloodied his face; figuring you looked somewhat similar. "Right, listen please, need yah t'do somethin' for me, love," he kept a sharp eye out for other threats as he tugged up one of his trouser legs. He pulled out the gun strapped in the holster, handing it to you with the instruction, "Shoot first, answers later. Yeah? Hey?"

You nodded and accepted the weapon, unlocking the safety. "I have to find Mum and Oisín," you worried, men and women screaming as the brutal fight continued.

"Just stay close, love, 's fuckin' madhouse - FUCK!" He snapped, aiming and firing at a man racing for you two. "C'mon, we gotta move, gotta get you out of here - right to the fuck now - "

Your gun sounded, Tangerine watching another robber drop only feet away. He pushed you through the people, both with your heads on a swivel; working in tandem to clear the banquet hall of robbers and direct survivors to get out. Your curly-haired boyfriend held one of the robbers by the neck and repeatedly punching his face into a pulp after the other man had attempted to snatch you, too.

Nobody came remotely close to you again, not when Tangerine was on guard; protecting you, defending you, killing for you. The skin on his bare knuckles had split open, but Tangerine didn't even notice; he just moved on to the next threat.

Soon, the gunfire ceased, leaving a ringing in survivor's ears, and after a quick look around the room, Tangerine confirmed the threats were all eliminated - but so were several guests of the charity gala.

You gasped in guilt, hand slapping over your mouth when you nearly tripped over Lisa's body; bullet holes shredding her flesh.

"Bruv," Lemon panted, approaching the two of you and making Tan flinch. "Woah, hey, easy, 's just me," he held his hands up, your lover sighing in relief and keeping you sheltered behind him. "You two good?" Brian asked, sheen of sweat coating his skin.

"You hit, love? Hey?" Tangerine looked down at you, keeping one arm around you and his body at a protective angle. "Shit, your face - your fucking face, sweetheart, look at me, look at me, lemme see," he frowned, holstering his gun to take both your cheeks in his hands and look for other injury.

"I'm okay, promise I'm not hurt," you panted, hands trembling. "Are you two?"

"I'm good," he nodded, eyeing Lemon. "Yeah?"

"Good, yeah, I'm good," Brian confirmed, "but I got some bad news. Looks like they got the banker. I can't tell if they made off with the money or not."

"They couldn't've, we only accepted checks tonight," you explained. "No cash, no assets to steal."

"Take it that's not public knowledge," Lemon sighed. "Probably thought they could rob y'all blind in one move, thinkin' tonight would have cash donations."

You sniffled, "You seen my family?"

"Uh," Lemon looked around, nodding, "yeah, your dad's over there."

Peering around Tangerine's form, you located your father slowly stalking around the room; taking note of the dead bodies left behind, survivors clearing out into the hallways. Fallon made his way up to you three, your voice trembling, "Daddy? You all right? Where's Mum and Oisín?"

"They're safe, with the paramedics," he reported, instantly taking you in his embrace. "Ah, fuck, lost sight of yah in this mess, had me worried, girl."

"I'm sorry."

"Nah," he whispered, caressing the back of your head, "don't apologize, you ain't do nothin'." He took a breath, keeping you caressed to his shoulder, "Gotta admit, felt a helluva lot better knowin' your man had your six." You pulled back slowly, watching your father sigh and nod at the Twins, admitting, "Thank you for protectin' my daughter, don't know how t'repay yah."

"Wasn't nothin' to it, sir," Tangerine assured, adjusting his suit jacket, "just wanted to protect my woman."

"I saw," he nodded. "You boys okay?"

"Yes, sir," Lemon nodded, Tangerine doing the same.

"Very good... Then I think I owe you an apology," your father told Tan, shocking you - not knowing the last time you ever heard you father admit to an apology.

"Not necessary, sir, I understand," Tan deflected, skin glistening in a thin sheen of sweat, blood dabbed around from the robber's fists, "I'm just relieved your family's safe."

"No, listen, I was wrong," Fallon admitted, "sayin' all that shit to you - about you. You know, makin' my assumptions, goin' based on rumors. You've got a bit of a reputation, I was just tryna protect my daughter from gettin' her heart broke." He sighed, shaking his head, "Can protect her from damn near everything - except the complications of her own heart; the woes of a relationship."

"I understand, sir."

"But seein' you tonight, fightin' for her, fightin' to get back to her... I was wrong," Fallon sighed, offering his hand. When Tan shook it, your father offered, "For what it's worth, you've got my permission to... Continue whatever this is. Any lad willing t'put themselves in harms way for my girl is all right in my books."

"I appreciate that," Tangerine sniffled, meeting your eye and smirking slightly. "Your daughter means a lot t'me, swear I won't make yah regret givin' us your approval."

Fallon sighed, nodding, "Yeah, all right, good. 'Cause she's precious to me, you know? I'll fuckin' gut you if you hurt her."

"I believe it," Tan sighed, a single twinge of nervousness to his tone, "but you don't gotta worry, sir, right, 'cause last thing I want is t'hurt the woman I love. She's precious to me, too."

"Right, good, uh, well... Thank you, both, for helping tonight. Would've been a fuckin' bloodbath without yah."

You frowned, gazing around the marble floors, "Still a bloodbath, ain't it? Half our men are dead, several investors... Daddy, who the fuck were these men?"

"That's what I'm gonna find out," he growled, his surviving personnel taking note of the event-room-turned-battlefield, slowly starting to move bodies. Little known fact: the hotel had an industrial size furnace in the boiler room - somewhere your father could burn bodies without the police being tipped off.

"Th-They said something about a ransom," you told the trio in a trembling tone, "about ransoming me back to you, Daddy. Said you wouldn't pay if I was injured, so they shouldn't rough me up."

"Hey," Tan whispered, pulling you into his side securely, "don't gotta worry 'bout that - know there's nowhere for anyone to hide you that I wouldn't find."

Fallon actually liked that sentiment, watching you nod and for your lover to hold you securely and placing a kiss to your forehead. So, he asked, knowing the answer, "Can I trust you to take care of my daughter, lad?"

"Absolutely."

"Don't make me regret this."

"Not in this lifetime, sir."

"Good. I'll find you lot in the mornin', get gone."

After a brief reunion with your mother and brother, learning they were uninjured and safe, you boyfriend finally opened the door to the hotel room you two had been assigned. Lemon was right next door, and when you entered, your luggage was left on the bed for you both. It was quiet as you both cleaned up and prepared for bed; silent tears trickling down your cheeks, mind replaying the night's events over and over and over... Like a never ending nightmare.

In the shower, you sat on the floor with arms tight around your knees, Tangerine sitting with you as warm water cascaded; cocooning steam around you. Blood washed off in waves of pink, circling the drain; your boyfriend gently massaging your body with a washcloth, discovering a scattering of injury - some still open and weeping. He was forced to blink back tears when your neck revealed a significant bruise; considering it a reminder of his failure to protect you, not knowing you felt the direct opposite and knew, if he hadn't been there, things would've been much, much worse.

When you joined Aaron in bed, the silence continued. Your heads laid on plush, stark white pillows; on your sides to stare at one another with hands clasped together between you. No words were needed, no explanation or thanks necessary, neither feeling the need to speak on what happened that night. Tangerine let go of your one hand, slowly reaching out to caress your cheek and jaw, fingertip tracing soft lines; shuffling closer to rest his cut forehead on yours.

In the dark of the room, over the sounds of the humming air conditioner unit, Tangerine whispered, "I love you, doll."

"I love you, too, Aaron. Thank you for... You know, tonight... All you did."

"You being safe, in my arms, is enough thanks."

"I-I'm glad you were here."

He nodded in agreement, "So am I. Don't know what I'd of done if I wasn't - if I had t'hear about this later... If they had succeeded in snatching you. Might not have been able to forgive myself."

"Good thing we don't have to know." Your eyes danced between his, admitting, "I don't think I want t'go without you, love. I don't think I feel secure unless you're with me."

"Yeah?" He smirked slightly, "That your way of sayin' you wanna spend more time with me?"

"Might be my way of sayin' I wanna spend all my time with you," you whispered, tears glazing your eyes. "And Daddy approves, so we don't have to sneak around anymore, right?"

"Right, get yah all t'myself," Tan agreed softly. "We'll talk in the morning, sweetheart, yeah?" He stretched slightly to peck your lips, encouraging, "Get some rest, Bunny. 'S been a helluva night."

Tangerine made you feel safe, he protected you and killed for you - so while you were unsure how sleep would find you when your mind was plagued with replaying chaotic memories from that evening, you let yourself relax.

requesting rules and masterlist

Bullet Train masterlist

[extremely-judgemental]

Can we talk about Tamlin again? His story is infinitely sad.

During his younger years, he hides his true nature for the fear of his father and brothers. He has no interest in being a High Lord and is completely satisfied working with his brothers-in-arms and protecting his court. Ultimately his powers come through and he's hated by his brothers. He obeys every command from his father so that he isn't assumed to be a rebel and ends up betraying his mentor. Since then he lives in fear of Rhysand and resists him little whenever insulted because of his guilt.

With his father's murder he becomes the one thing he didn't want to be. He has to leave the life he loved to become someone his people need. Despite the lack of proper training with the court matters, he accepts the one job he always hated.

He offers home to Lucien making an enemy out of Autumn, his neighbouring court which no one would do for a complete stranger who isn't much of a benefit to his court in any way. Lucien becomes his only friend, confidant and family.

I think no one talks about this part as much as they should. When Amarantha establishes her rule, he's the only High Lord allowed to walk out freely. She gives him fifty years to break the curse. Not only is his court condemned all the same, he can't blame failing to save Prythian on his imprisonment like the other HLs could. Knowing Tamlin is warrior at heart, it's heartbreaking that he has to willingly send his 'brothers' to their death. What isn't addressed (enough or at all) is the resentment others UtM or in Prythian develop towards him for not undoing the curse already or trying enough when he stopped sending his sentries out to die. Every time Amarantha does anything remotely cruel, Tamlin would be blamed too for turning his back on entire fae population. Somehow this is glossed over as if fifty years of captivity wouldn't affect the way others see Tamlin.

He finally finds someone who loves him and could potentially break the curse. He ensures her family is taken care of when he didn't have to, long before they fall in love with each other. But he sends her away for her safety damning himself to more blame and hatred. He accepts his fate as Amarantha's toy when the woman he loves returns only to be treated like a circus animal and tortured and abused. He watches as the entirety of fae population bets against her life, watch Feyre almost get killed twice and truly killed once.

Once they are free, he has to build his court back up and also protect Feyre and his people. Even after all those years, he doesn't trust himself qualified to be a HL and takes advice from anyone including Ianthe who manipulates and betrays him, who he believed to be his friend.

We know how it goes from here. Feyre leaves with the one who abused her UtM. Rhysand gloats whenever he can. Tamlin makes a deal with someone crueler than Amarantha. He believes Feyre finally is safe from Rhysand only to realise she's played him. He loses Lucien. He loses the trust of the very people he cared about so much. He cares about the realm enough to spy for the other courts though no one believes him or even likes him. He helps Feyre and her sister. He helps bring the one man he hates so much back to life for her sake. Even after everything his court still suffers from what Feyre and the war did. For a soldier to watch his land wither away, it must be one of the worst nightmares.

There's one scene that always gets me. The one in ACOMAF where Tamlin is with his sentries, talking and laughing with his people during some gathering. That was supposed to be his life, he almost had it if he had the chance to heal. But all of it was stripped away because he loved Feyre and tried over and over again to protect her, blindly sacrificing everything for her. Then I remember Tamlin in his manor, empty and in ruins, with no one around.

To come to think of it, he has received hate almost all his life. Sometimes, rightfully so. But mostly for none of his fault. Maybe he deserves a break after all.

[silence-burns]

The Death of Me //part 3

Fandom: Aquaman

Summary: (very small spoilers for the movie) Finding Orm on your doorstep was not something you expected. Having him move in was even worse. But the effect he still had on every part of your life would be the death of you.

“Try not to drown. It would be awkward.”

Orm watched you disappear into the bathroom, angry or embarrassed to the point of momentarily forgetting about your exhaustion. It was such a relief after spending hours watching your feverish, unresponsive body. He couldn’t help but smile.

He wasn't used to sitting idle, which led him to start cleaning up the house during those few hours and familiarizing himself with the rooms. Orm was now a free man, left to live his life however he wanted. And yet, when Arthur came to him with a certain proposition, he didn't even think before agreeing.

What he's said before was true—Orm did feel indebted to you for everything you'd done over the years. But it wasn't the main reason he dropped everything and allowed Arthur to bring him to the sea house.

Orm used the opportunity of having you out of bed (if it could even be called that) to clean it up and take off the bed sheets. A surprising amount of human medicine rolled out from various crevices of crumpled blankets, which he put on the table to carefully read about later. Human ingenuity managed to surprise him every now and then, and instructions printed on every surface possible were something he appreciated.

He heard the water run in the shower, which was a good sign. So far, no screams, shouts or sounds of a body hitting the floor broke the peaceful evening. Orm wouldn't mind it staying that way.

It took him a few moments to figure out the way human bed sheets were supposed to be used. Everything felt new to him, but he took pride in every step. There was a certain novelty to doing things wrong and not having a whole nation watching.

The lock opened with a mechanical click. You stood in the doorway, looking pale and wet, resembling a wet rat Orm had once seen in a canal. The loose shirt you put on had a lot of soaked spots.

“I can't take it off.”

Orm moved his eyes away from the shirt clinging to your body. “Pardon?”

Your lips formed a thin, anxious line. “The old bandage. Even after I soaked it, I can't take parts of it off.”

Orm knew he'd sooner grow old and turn to dust than hear from you words such as ‘Please, could you help me? I can't do this on my own.’ In any other person, such a trait would endlessly annoy him.

“Let me have a try.” It was a perfectly diplomatic answer that made you walk back into the bathroom.

You leaned over the sink with your back to him and pulled the shirt up. From up close, Orm realized that some of the wet patches on the shirt came from blood. Removing even part of the bandages resulted in aggravating the wounds again, and pulling on the ones that were stuck hard only made it worse.

For a moment, Orm beheld the scale of the task. “What happened to you again?”

“A building.”

It looked as if you were dragged through a few of them. Repeatedly.

“...must've been a big one.”

“Your brother has a talent of making the worst possible choices.”

“Hard to argue with that.”

His heart hurt when he started pulling on the scabbed wounds that had dried with pieces of bandage and dressing inside the wound. He was no medic, but he'd been in enough duels and fights not to overlook unhealed injuries. With lips pressed thin, he tried to be as gentle as possible, but his work was difficult.

He was impressed you didn't flinch or curse. Orm only heard quiet hisses from you and noticed your heavy breathing.

“I'm sorry it's taking so long,” he broke the silence after a while, thinking it would distract you enough. “I wish we had some of the Atlantean medicine that could speed this up.”

“I actually might still have some in the cabinet to your left from that time we fought those necros. Your healers gave me a lot, but I don't remember which is which.”

Orm froze. “And you're only telling me this now?”

“In my defense, I didn't even remember about it until you asked.”

Orm dropped the paper towels he used to wipe the blood off your back into the sink. He found a crumpled bag with a few small, familiar jars. Some of the medicine had already dried out, but the one he was searching for remained intact.

“It's a good thing you didn't throw them out. This one is a special salve; it breaks the bond between dried out wounds and cleans them.”

Orm layered it thickly, working fast and trying his best to focus only on your injuries. Your skin was hot under his fingers and smelled vaguely of soap.

“I tried to soak them under the shower, but it didn't really help.”

“There was not enough water.”

You frowned and raised your head a little to look at Orm in the mirror. He seemed to be engrossed in cleaning the scabs and fabric off. Even though the pain subsided significantly, something still bothered you.

“...I'm pretty sure there was a decent amount of water in the water that I used.”

“Not enough, apparently.”

“In what other terms may I present to you thousands of years of Atlantean technology development that went into producing this salve? Its effects are greatly enhanced.”

“Did you just say my water is too dry??”

“Ah, right. I forgot you're the water experts. Should I start calling you professor?”

Orm tightened the bandage as he caught your eyes in the mirror.

“You can call me whatever you want, as long as it keeps you alive.”

A shiver ran down your spine, and you were sure that despite the bruises and bandages, Orm could clearly see what his words did to you. You cleared your throat, breaking eye contact first.

“I'm sure you think you sound cool, but you might've overlooked the possibility of me abusing such power easily and with a smile on my face, Salve Master.”

Orm chuckled. His fingers lingered around your waist. “You'll be the death of me. But as I've said—whatever keeps you going.”

And then he suddenly turned you around and lifted you over his shoulder. Too stunned to fight back, you found yourself carried out of the bathroom.

[kingofpopmj]

Hello hi, I love your writings so much, (im new to this and wrote my first writing on here, not confident on it, but it’s okay!) I wanted to request if you could write a Michael x insecure reader? I’ve been feeling down lately, and not the best on my self-esteem, if you could do that for me, it would be very much appreciated! Thank you for all your hard work! :)))❤️❤️❤️

Hi!! ASH! My lil piece of perfection.

I love you lil brother 🫶🏻

I hope you enjoy this! Fingers crossed it makes you smile!

You'll Be There For Me, And Care Enough To Bear Me

You found yourself standing in front of the mirror after undoubtedly the worst day of your life. There was nothing that felt in your control. Everything felt so overwhelming. You squeeze your eyes shut, trying to focus on your breathing, but even that was exhausting. It just all felt like too much. On top of it all, you study the image looking back at you, the anger and hatred boils inside of you. How would anyone ever look at you and think you’re beautiful when you can’t even see it in yourself. Out of frustration, you snatched the mirror off the wall, holding yourself back from smashing it into the ground beneath you, instead turning it around and leaning it against the wall. You couldn’t handle looking at yourself another second.

“There you are.” You heard Michael’s sweet voice, quickly you dried the dampness under your eyes. The last thing you want is for him to see you this way. It would certainly push you even further over the edge. “A little birdie gave me a call, said you had a rough day. I thought I’d plan a fun little night for us and surprise you with some of your favorite things.”

“You?” You tilted your head letting out a weak laugh.

“Well, yes.” Michael showed you the biggest smile and his eyes dazzled in that way you loved. He threw his hands up, jokingly presenting himself to you.

“That’s very sweet of you.”

“But! It doesn’t stop there.” He ran off quickly, you could hear his excited laughter echo throughout the house. When he reappeared you couldn’t fight it anymore. This man had you smiling, forgetting what had upset you in the first place. “What do you think my sweet piece of perfection?”

Michael stood before you, holding a stack of your favorite movies, favorite candy, blankets and a bulky cardboard box.

“What’s in the box?” You stepped toward him, crossing your arms teasingly.

“I thought we’d spice up our usual movie night, so I got an outdoor projector! I already set up the screen. It was challenging, but I think the duck tape is holding—”

“Duck tape?”

“Yeah—”

“It didn’t come with hardware or instructions?”

“It did.” He responded defensively before looking down at his feet.

“Duck tape was part of it?”

“No! Listen, I lost a few things— well most of the screws. Okay, all of them. I lost everything.”

The guilty look on his face was all you needed to absolutely lose control. You burst out laughing at the thought of Michael attempting to build something completely on his own. The fact that he even thought to do anything for you warmed your heart.

“I’m sure it’s lovely.” I said between laughs.

“You’re lovely.” He said, the serious tone causing shivers to travel down your spine. “I truly mean it when I say you’re perfect. You’re my favorite person. You make my life infinitely better.”

“Michael—”

“Now, let’s get a few things out in the open.” He walked over to the mirror, lifting it up and hanging it back on the wall.

“Please, don’t do—” Michael scooped you up, placing you directly in front of the mirror. He was right behind you, taking your hands in his.

“You’re beautiful. Inside and out. I’m going to remind you every second of every day because you deserve to know. You need to hear every single thing I love about you and I’ll repeat each one until you believe it, because it is the truth.”

“I’m not—”

“Your smile! Oh, your smile, it’s like finally seeing sunshine after days of rain. Your eyes! They shine like nothing I’ve ever seen before. They hold so much love and warmth. You are so amazing. I pray that one day you see yourself the way I see you.”

“Thank you.” You smiled, covering his mouth with your hand.

“Love, you have to get used to compliments if you’re planning on keeping me around. Honestly, even if you don’t want me around I’m still not leaving.” He smiled hard, tilting his head innocently. “You’re stuck with me.”

“You’re so persistent it’s actually annoying.” He hugged you tight as you laughed into his chest. “Thank you for always being here.”

“Thank you for accepting me into your life. You beautiful thing you.”

“You’re getting cheesier by the second.”

“I don’t care. I need you to know how infatuated I am with you. There’s no one like you on this earth. Everyday, I’m blessed to learn more about you, to love more about you.”

“Michael, that’s so sweet.” My vision became blurry as I studied his face in disbelief.

“Plus, I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I’m kind of a hot commodity, so the fact that you won me over speaks for itself. Someday, I’m going to be a great trophy husband.”

“You did not just say that.”

“Which part?”

“All of it!” You giggled as he pulled you into him tighter.

“You love me”

“Yeah, unfortunately.”

“You’re going to have to stop playing hard to get one of these days love.” His teasing tone causing butterflies to erupt in your stomach.

“What’s poking me?” You interrogated, palming his coat, but he quickly pulled away concealing whatever he had in his pockets.

“Do you love me?” He asked in a high pitched voice. “Yes or No?”

“Yes.”

“Do me a favor. Remember that feeling.” Michael pulled out two cans of silly string. You stood still as he unloaded on you. When the cans were empty you just stared at each other. “I can’t tell if you’re mad or not.” He whispered. “Should I run?”

“Run. Run fast.” You kept a straight face, staring him down before stepping forward. Michael’s eyes widened and he spun around taking off. You weren’t really mad, but this was definitely more fun. When Michael ran outside you knew exactly what you were going to do.

You watched as he hid behind his favorite tree, deciding the grass was looking a little too dry and there was only one way to fix that. The sound of water immediately made your target panic.

“Truce! I give! I give!” Michael shouted waving his hands in the air.

“What was that?”

“Truce?” He had uncertainty written all over his face and you were loving it.

“Let me think about it.” A hand on your hip and the other on your chin as you pretended to ponder his offer.

“Let me help you.” Michael sprinted over, hugging around your waist and dragging you into the sprinklers with him. You weren’t expecting that. He got you. Again.

“I think I could accept a truce.” Your voice coming out somewhat confident even though you didn’t have the upper hand anymore.

“Have I ever told you how incredible you look wet?”

“Michael!”

“That came out much dirtier than I meant it to.”

“You’re bad.” You giggled, crossing your arms.

“I’m also dangerous. Any other bases we need to cover or can I romance you now?”

“Romance away.”

After cleaning yourselves up Michael brought you out to the outdoor area of Neverland that was now surrounded by flower beds. The giant movie screen illuminated all the vivid colors of the pedals. He stared at you basically jumping up and down as he waited for you to speak.

“Do you like it?” He asked impatiently.

“I love it.” You squeezed his hand, leaning your head on his shoulder. “I can’t believe you did all of this for me.”

“There isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for you.”

[gunnrblze]

Don’t mind me I’m just thinking about the dynamic between Rorke and Logan after he defied death and dragged the kid off the beach.

Do you think Logan starts to feel like a son to Rorke after a while? He tortures him, yes. Treats him the same way he was treated. Primes him to hunt down his new enemy, the ghosts. But after all that.

After the torture, the brainwashing, etc etc, I wonder about their bond. They’re probably very close, bound by this misshapen narrative that was forced onto them. Interlinked as a unit now, Rorke had to start hunting the ghosts himself but now he’s got a lil guy to help. A guy he can mold and perfect the exact way he’d like Logan to be. He builds him from the bottom up, flips his understanding of everything, just like the Feds did to him.

Turns him against his brother, the remaining ghosts, and the memory of his dead father. I imagine, similarly to Rorke, Logan of course doesn’t break right away. He’s strong enough to withstand the torture for a bit, but as Rorke himself told Elias, “everybody breaks” . Eventually Logan snaps, the indoctrination and conditioning sets in, and he’s left with the shell of Logan Walker. Or perhaps not a shell, but a twisted, transformed version of the young man.

Before he breaks though, I wonder how he tried to make sense of it all. I wonder how he fought against Rorke. He’s young, full of energy, and probably bitched right back at him. Similar to how Hesh yapped during several missions about how he was gonna kill Rorke, that son of a bitch, for everything he’s done, Logan no doubt had the same mindset.

Maybe he thought he could outsmart him, figure out some way to resist him. How long do you think it took Logan to realize that Rorke would always be one step ahead of him? He’s far more experienced than Logan, knows the ins and outs of the ghosts methods just like Elias told the boys. He was the ghost, so what are the chances of Logan alone outsmarting the man? Getting a chance to take him down himself? Slim, probably.

But after he breaks, after Rorke forcibly shed his skin and turned him into a new man, mind body and soul, Logan would be his right hand man. Rorke said in the end scene, that they’re gonna destroy the Ghosts together. By the time Logan turns, it’d be too late for Hesh and the remaining ghosts. They’d not only continue to face Rorke, but then they’d have Rorke 2.0 breathing down their necks.

Can you imagineeee how inseparable they’d be? This is why I think it’d become a sort of father son bond, and I know that would irk the absolute fuck out of Hesh even more. Rorke killed their dad, took his brother, and transformed him into his surrogate son? Yea, put Hesh and Rorke in a room alone for 5 minutes and I’m afraid jr would actually be the one to walk out. That’s a different kind of betrayal.

And the worst part? Logan probably wouldn’t know the damn difference anymore. Despite Elias being dead, Rorke would still taint the memory of his father. Turn his corpse into an enemy, bury the good memories and replace them with the false belief of betrayal. That even posthumously, Elias is Logan’s enemy too. Rorke would absolutely spin that web because he already believes it himself, that Elias betrayed him. Rorke would turn Elias into some sort of shell for Logan I think. Yeah, that was your dad, but he’s gone, and you remain. Forget him, forget them, all you need is this.

Logan would eat sleep and breathe revenge just like Rorke had been doing. He’d be raising hell right alongside him, they’d become one.

Their own team.

[unoislazy]

I Am No Coward

(Part 3)

Mizu x Fem! Reader

Summary: You and Mizu have a little heart to heart

A/n:ITS FINALLY HERE!

I Hope this lives up to expectations given I haven’t written in a week

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You had noticed that your brother and Mizu had finally begun to get along with each other. They began to hit it off while Mikio was tending to the horses which Mizu had shown interest in. Of course at first your brother wanted nothing to do with her but through her persistence, he finally started to come around. You were happy for her.

Well, happy enough.

They had developed a simple tradition of going out to the apple tree on the far side of the farm every other day. You didn’t exactly mind the time alone seeing as Mizu’s mother was often just sitting in the corner with her medicine but part of you never really felt right about their little outings. You knew why but you never truly wanted to come to terms with it.

You kept telling yourself you weren’t jealous of their now blossoming relationship, you kept telling yourself that they were happy and you should be happy for them too, you kept telling yourself that you had no feelings for Mizu, none at all. Even if you did, they would’ve been small and easy to ignore… right?

You sat staring at the wall ahead, the only noise you could hear was the sound of your own breathing and the wind whistling past the door that remained slightly ajar. You looked through the crack in the door to see Mizu’s mother standing just beyond the house, staring into the empty field with her ‘medicine’ in hand, waiting for the two to return to complain about god knows what. You might’ve liked your time alone, but you didn’t like the feeling of having nothing better to do than to sit and brew anger towards your own brother. Sure you had many chores that he had so lovingly put you in charge of but you wanted something productive to do, something new that you could learn.

Like how to fight.

You had tried time and time again for your brother to give you a chance and to finally teach you, and each time he refused. Now there was someone else who knew how to fight, someone who you would have to work up the courage to ask, but at least the opportunity was still there. You didn’t know when would be an appropriate time to ask, if at all, so you figured whenever the two would return you would just wait for Mikio to leave and ask her then.

So that’s what you did.

You continued to wait inside for the two to return from their usual outing, your nerves beginning to build as you began to think over whether or not you should even ask her. What if you were overstepping? The worst she could say was no.

Eventually you heard the sound of galloping hooves coming towards the house and you shot up from your seated position, taking a peek through the still cracked open door and spotted the two gleefully racing each other on their way back.

You couldn’t help but sneer at how happy they looked. You should’ve been happy, this was exactly what you wanted, but instead you could feel a strong bubbling feeling in your chest. You took a deep breath, trying to make the feeling subside which it did… partially, before returning your focus to the happy couple.

You watched as they both hopped off their horses, Mizu handed hers over to Mikio and he walked off towards the stables. You quickly opened the door, interrupting whatever her mother was going to try and get her attention with and shouted,

“Hey Mizu!”

It came out a lot louder and a lot more excited than you had intended which very clearly startled Mizu’s mother. The blue eyed woman looked up towards you, a bit confused by your sudden outburst, but a smile was evident on her face nonetheless as she walked towards you.

“I had a question.” You began.

The woman looked towards you with an eyebrow raised. She had spent enough time with you by this point to expect that you would ask her to partake in another harmless prank at Mikio’s expense, which she normally disagreed with at first but would end up pitching in anyways.

“I’m listening.” She responded, quite intrigued in whatever you had to say next.

“Well, I was wondering,” You continued, fiddling with your hands a bit in the process, “If you’d be willing to teach me a bit about fighting?” You asked, not wanting to meet her gaze out of fear for her reaction. Before she could even properly respond you began to double down with an explanation about how you brother wouldn't let you and you needed something to do during the day. However, before you could get too deep in your rambling, Mizu had already cut you off with a smile and a soft exhale leaving her lips, amused by your request.

“Like what, exactly?” She asked, crossing her arms as she stared at you. You avoided her gaze, having not expected to get this far, you didn’t really have an immediate response.

“Well… I don't know. Maybe, how to use a sword? Or how to defend myself?” You asked, finally looking back up at her. It seemed almost as if she was contemplating your answers before nodding slightly.

“I’ll teach you.” She stated simply which very quickly created a wide smile on your face. Just before you could thank her, she stopped you,

“I can’t guarantee that you’ll get to sword fighting any time soon, but I can teach you to defend yourself.”

“That’s more than fine, I wasn’t expecting to even get this far anyways. So when can we start?”

“How about tomorrow at sunset?” She asked, her smile returning to her face as she continued to look at you, waiting for your response. You grinned, excited to finally be able to learn at least the basics in fighting. When you thought about it, you never truly understood your brother's reasoning behind not letting you fight.

“That’s a perfect time, Thank you!” You exclaimed, the smile still remained on the woman’s face. It was small enough that it almost wasn’t noticeable but you could tell it was there. You were so excited you wanted to hug her but you felt it not appropriate to do so you decided to turn your attention to something else. You looked towards the door as Mikio slid it open, entering with Mizu’s mother close behind and shutting the door behind him. Mizu turned to him with a slight smile, more one of simple acknowledgement other than any true feelings being attached to it.

“Is the food ready?” Was all Mikio asked.

The rest of the day went on quite quickly and before you knew it you were already waking up and starting a new one. You rubbed your eyes and let out a quiet yawn as you stretched a bit uncomfortably. You were up so early that the sun had yet to rise, but that's the way your schedule often went. Wake up very early, go to bed super late depending on what needs to be finished. You continued to stay seated, staring at the wall before you quietly as you thought through your current feelings that seemed to linger no matter how hard you tried to ignore them.

It really didn’t take a genius to tell you that you were jealous, extremely jealous in fact. You didn’t know why though, you had wanted your brother to have someone who made him happy and possibly bring him back to his old self.

Maybe it was because you had foolishly let yourself dream that you too could be happy with her. Within the time that had passed since you had met the woman, you unfortunately gained feelings for her, but you had no plans to act on them. She was your brother's wife, and he finally seemed at least a smidge happier than he used to be. This was an improvement and most importantly it was one you should not risk losing.

You weren’t exactly sure how you felt about Mizu, or why you felt that way, you just knew what you felt towards her wasn’t the normal feeling of friendship. You appreciated her company, the effort she puts into helping you, even her demeanor. While of course her demeanor was often pretty stoic when you first met her, as time went on and her real personality began to shine through you couldn’t help but feel like you wanted to know her more.

But those thoughts were dangerous.

Those were the kind that could get you into a lot of trouble, so you had to just zip your mouth shut and live on in silence. Besides, Mizu is literally married, even if you did say anything about your feelings there is a high chance she wouldn’t reciprocate them.

You simply shook your head to snap yourself out of your own thoughts. You didn’t really want to think about it any more than you needed to and thankfully you didn’t need to at all.

You finally committed to lifting yourself out of the bed and getting yourself ready for the day, taking care of your body and hygiene before getting dressed. It was quite early so you truly hadn’t expected anyone to be awake at this point, so you can imagine the surprise you felt once you had walked into what you assumed to be an entirely empty, extremely dimly lit, main room only to find someone sitting at the table.

You couldn’t see the person that well at all so you didn’t know who it was. It could’ve been someone who broke in for all you knew. That was until you heard a soft yet, quite gravely voice say from the darkness,

“It’s just me.”

Almost immediately you recognized Mizu’s voice and began to walk towards her.

“What are you doing up so early?” You asked, trying to suppress the urge to yawn as you almost thought to ask yourself that very same question.

“Couldn’t sleep.” She stated bluntly, not even bothering to look in your direction. It wasn’t like she’d be able to see you anyway so you simply ignored it, quietly making your way towards her.

“Anything… you’d want to talk about?” You asked, now sitting by her at the side of the table as she shifted a bit. You quickly assumed it was because she was uncomfortable, so you quickly went to cover up what you had said, “You don’t need to if you’d rather not, I just thought you might-”

“Nightmares.” She stated. You looked towards her general direction, absentmindedly noticing the brightness beginning to enter the room as the sun began to rise.

“I’ve had nightmares ever since I was young.” She explained, still not looking towards your direction as she continued to sit almost like a statue in her spot. You hadn’t noticed before but you could just barely make out that fact that her hair was actually down, something you definitely haven't seen before.

“Oh.” Was all you said at first, “I understand.” You answered. You definitely didn’t always have the most calming of dreams, so you could understand why she seemed so distraught besides her quiet nature and her attempts to hide it. You decided it may be best to just change the topic, if not to relieve some of the tension she might be feeling, at least just to get her mind off of it. The only issue was, given what thoughts you had just recently expelled from your mind, you only had one topic in mind to ask her

Given it was so early in the morning, you did not yet have your usual common sense filter intact, so without much hesitation you went on to ask,

“I see that you and my brother have started getting along quite well. Is he what you expected?” You asked, earning an unreadable look from Mizu. It was almost like she was suspicious of your reasoning for asking, possibly because she had gotten used to her mother finding very backhanded ways to insult her, but she decided to answer anyway.

“He’s… alright.” She began, going silent for a minute and turning a bit away from you. The first few times when you would bring up Mikio, Mizu would hang her head in shame, believing she wasn;t able to live up to both his and her mothers expectations. However, this time it seemed as if she was no longer ashamed, instead she lifted her head up a bit before answering confidently, “But I am no man’s wife.”

You thought to question her phrase but you had gotten distracted once you noticed that a bit more sunlight began to seep through the walls and grace the room with its warm rays, as well as allowing you to finally make out more details of Mizu’s face that had been lost in the shadows moments before. You could now confirm that her hair was in fact out of the usual updo, or even an updo that a woman would usually wear to bed. It was just freely splayed about, some of the longer pieces almost expertly framed her face, bringing out her eyes more than you thought could even be possible with already such a striking color.

Mizu had noticed the moment of awkward silence and decided to fill the air with another question, this time directed towards you.

“So, he’s against teaching you?” She asked. She knew you had asked him about it, you had told her a few details some time ago, but you never told you the full story.

That’s because you didn’t know the full story, you didn't know why Mikio would never let you fight, and you were convinced you’d die before you ever truly found out.

“Yeah, I couldn’t tell you how many times I’ve tried asking, almost thought he was going deaf because he ended up ignoring me any time I brought it up.” You answered honestly, but the tone was one of a more lighthearted or joking manner. It received a light huff of acknowledgement from Mizu which seemed to be her usual go to when she found something amusing. You had never seen her fully crack and break into laughter, but it was something you truly hoped to see one day.

“Why do you want to learn?” She inquired, finally looking at you. You had noticed that her eyes had just barely widened as she looked at you but you couldn’t seem to figure out a reason why. Did you have something on your face? Maybe you had a mark on your face from that way you had slept?

The sudden yet very subtle reaction distracted you enough that you almost forgot to answer the question.

“I just… want to be able to do something for myself. Everything I do is because he told me to do it cause he’s in charge of me. This time, I get to do something for myself. Besides, if I somehow get into a fight, who says he’ll be there to back me up?” You paused for a moment, thinking back on your last statement before continuing, “or even be there for me to begin with.”

Mizu's mostly blank expression had ever so slightly softened to one of sympathy before changing to one of determination.

“Then why don’t we get a head start?” She said, standing up and offering her hand to you.

[myokk]

The Babbit siblings, Leonard & Eloise 🫶

Info about their dynamics/more about Leo:

This is also super dramatic😆 idk what sort of mood I was in when I made all of this up🙏

He’s one year older than Eloise. Ever since she was born, he’s been fiercely protective of her and loves her so much. His first year at Hogwarts, he kept sending her long letters about how amazing it was and how he was excited to show her everything the following year (even though it was all but assumed she was a squib, he still believed she would show magic & be admitted). Leonard was going to be such a proud big brother😭😭 not embarrassed about her at all but showing her off etc😭😭😭😭 The summer after his first year was the worst of his life. It was the summer Eloise was exiled from their family….he witnessed the whole thing…their mom completely lost it (á la Bellatrix) and would have killed Eloise if their father hadn’t intervened on time (but their father had watched and let it get to that point😔). Leo was left alone with a dying little sister and he didn’t know how to help her….he’d only JUST finished his first year of Hogwarts…and then she was taken away and their parents pretended like she had never existed. He had to as well…what else could a 12-year-old who’d been taught by birth to obey his parents do??

(it was IMPOSSIBLE to forget her…and yet he had to try bc the parents are really manipulative and emotionally abusive…and he was always raised to be the perfect son) And then when he returned to Hogwarts…he saw two twins who were also quiet and reminded him a lot of his sister. Their parents had just died and he kind of put his energy that he had been going to use to show Eloise everything etc into them and he became really close with them & Ominis. He and Ominis were also close because they have some experiences in common & honestly at the end of the day there isn’t that much difference in their ages) But then…after Anne was cursed Leo was DEVASTATED. He was going to lose another girl who was like a sister to him….bc of his parents he had never told them about Eloise (nobody except their family knew about her existence) and so he and Sebastian got into a HUGE fight. Because Sebastian had never heard of Eloise, when he saw that Leo was just as devastated as HE was… there was just no way that Leo could understand what he was going through, and Leo had no right to be affected as much as HE WAS😤

Like the dumb teenage boys they are, they couldn’t deal with their big emotions (Leo is also a lot like Eloise in that aspect probably bc of their parents…pushing away any uncomfortable emotions instead of dealing with them, until it builds and builds and he just explodes when they’re too much) and he and Sebastian took it out on each other and instead of talking they had a duel that almost killed each other😤😭😤😭 ever since then they’ve hated each other with a passion.

Pffffffff Eloise had no idea….she was really getting along with Sebastian but also wasn’t saying her last name at all and so the two of them had already started to kind of be friends before Sebastian found out that she was LEO’S SISTER😫😤😤 then he hated her too!! Bc he thought that she was in with her brother and they had worked together to TRICK HIM like a little evil inside joke…playing with Sebastian and his emotions like the previous yesr😔😔😔 (Obviously wasn’t the case, Sebastian just jumps to conclusions without thinking which is ALSO what happened when he and Leo had their huge fight😤)

But yeah now that Eloise is back Leo doesn’t know what to do….he recognized her immediately when she walked in the Great Hall to be sorted…🤯🤯 but he isn’t good with feeling emotions and neither is she and neither of them know how to recreate the close relationship they had as children😫😫

Leo is serious, quiet, bad with emotions, but when he lets someone in they are a part of his life forever (yes even Sebastian the dumbass)

Some excerpts from my fic that involve Leo 💓 it’s Eloise/Sebastian alternating POV, so this is all Eloise’s perspective:

“Leo had changed since Eloise last saw him. Of course he had, she thought to herself. It had been five years, after all. The same unruly black curls, same eyes. And yet…he almost seemed a stranger to her. He was taller, face more angular and defined than it had been at thirteen. Voice deeper. But, the expression of vulnerability and guilt written all over his face was something she recognized well. It was the same expression that he had the last time he saw her, the face she sometimes saw before falling asleep. Just as quickly as it flashed across his face however, it was gone, hidden behind a stony exterior. His expression hardened and he sat down just as quickly as he had stood up, averting his eyes. The students sitting around him were looking between the two of them curiously but before Eloise could begin to process this new situation, she felt a gentle push on her shoulder.”

“Her relationship with her brother had always had an undercurrent of fear running through it. No matter how hard she tried as a child, there was always something she had done wrong, and Leo was always there to protect her. Or try to, anyway. The two of them had always lived under the shadow of their parents’ abuse and didn’t know any other way of relating to each other.

But here, with Anne, Leo was murmuring apologies into her hair as she cried, reassuring and comforting her in a way he had never been able to with his own sister.

Eloise felt sick. Sick at seeing them, sick at her own jealousy. Had Leo replaced her with Anne - that year when Eloise was supposed to join Hogwarts - to try and cover the bitter disappointment of not being able to proudly show off his younger sister? They had spent so many nights that summer before her Hogwarts letter never came, sneaking out to the garden late at night, Leo reassuring her that she would be fine and telling her about all of the magic and wonder at Hogwarts that was waiting for her. He promised her that she could sit with him on the train, that he wouldn’t be embarrassed by her.

And then…

Turning away from the two of them, Eloise headed towards the apples. She hated the emotions roiling around inside of her. She should be happy. She had saved Anne, and now things were going to go back to normal, how they were before she arrived. Eloise trailed her hand on the back of the couch, trying to focus on the feeling of soft velvet, calm her racing emotions.”

If you read all of this….You’re amazing & I love you🥹💓🥹💓 tbh I have MORE about the two of them & their family, but this was already getting so long😵‍💫

[4ln-stay8]

Behind closed doors - part II

>summary: Han isn’t too happy to find out what his sister is doing lately

>author’s note: I still don’t know how I feel about it… I also take requests if you have any ideas… I’m also working on some fake texts bits haha …THERE MIGHT BE A PART III

>warning: angst, Han is kind of a dick (Im sorry babygirl) not proof read

>pairing: lee minho x han jisung's sister

Part I

Masterlist

*Y/N'S POV*

It’s been three weeks since your argument with Jisung. Three weeks since you both talked to each other. He didn’t came home after that night due to his busy schedule but he tried and talk to your parents as much as he could. Your mother tried to make you speak to each other but neither of you wanted to reach out first.

On that night your mother asked what happened to her kids after she saw Jisung dropping you off and leave the next second. You told her everything while crying your eyes out and nothing she said could make you stop.

You never thought that your relationship with your brother could fall to the ground all because you fall in love with the wrong man. Don’t get me wrong, you didn’t regret falling for Minho, you didn’t regret anything about him or anything about your relationship with him. Anything besides keeping it a secret from Jisung.

Maybe things would be different if you would’ve told him sooner. Maybe he wouldn’t have hated you so much right now. You were spiralling down the rabbit hole and all you could think of was “what if”.

You barely talked to Minho in the past few weeks, you hated yourself for putting him through this. He had to work and spend every day with his best friend who probably hated him right now, all because of you.

You were way past the whole “it’s not only my fault” part and got straight to the “it’s all my fault” part.

You were miserable to say at least. You hated yourself for being the reason why your brother hated his best friend. You hated yourself for being the reason your brother hated you. You hated yourself for being the reason why your boyfriend was treated poorly by you in those three weeks.

You tried to be a good girlfriend, you tried to be one considering all the bad you’ve caused to him in his other relationships. You tried your best but you just couldn’t look him in the eyes while knowing what he had to go through.

Thats why you asked him to talk, in the small window he actually had. That’s why you showed up at the coffee shop near the JYP building while looking like you were just hit by a meteorite, waiting for your beloved.

- Hi jagi! It’s so nice to see you, I missed you so much! said minho while talking the seat opposite from you - Hi! Uhm…. Can we talk? you asked straight forward not wanting to be there longer than necessary due to barely being able to keep the tears behind your eyes - Uhm sure…. What do you want to talk about? he asked anxiously - I’m so sorry Minho! I’m really sorry about everything. I didn’t want to get between you and Jisung! He is right, I do ruin everything! you said, your voice barely above a whisper with tears running down your face -Wha-what are you saying jagi? he whispered confused but yet expecting the worst

-I ruin a lot of things Minho, but i refuse to ruin your life more than I already did. It's not fair. I'm sorr.y Minho... we're over. you whispered, pain evident in your voice as you got up quickly, running out of the coffee shop

You ran and ran, not stopping until you got home. You ran straight into your room, falling down the wall in the quiet room, the only sound heard being your heart breaking. You gave up on the anger you held against your brother, and with a last text sent to him, you gave up on yourself.

*MINHO'S POV*

He stood there, watching you run away, taking his heart with you. It took him around 15 minutes to actually process the entire thing.

With small robotic movements, he stood up and slowly walked out of the coffee shop, going back to the dance studio where all his friends were.

He walked in the studio and with small steps he went straight in the furthest corner, collapsing on the floor hidinghis face in his knees. He didn't wanted to cry in front of his friends, let alone cry in front of the few staff members that were there at the time.

Chan, being the good leader and the great friend he is, he Minho's appearence in the corner. With a ferm voice he let everyone know that they are free for the rest of the day, saying that they practiced so much lately that they need a break before someone gets hurt.

His voice was so serious that no one dared to question him and everyone just picked their stuff up and left, everyone besides the band members who were still picking up their stuff while messing around.

With small and calculated steps, Chan moved closer to where Minho was sitting, kneeling close to him, putting a hand on his shaking shoulders.

-Everything okay Min? How did the date with Y/N went? he asked softly

-She broke up with me. She said she couldn't ruin my life anymore.... Thats such bullshit Chan. he whispered, slowly raising his face to look at Chan.

The moment Chan saw his teary eyes he pulled him in a big warm hug, trying to comfort his friend.

*HAN'S POV*

Even tho it was weird for Chan to just call it a day mid practice, Jisung never dared to question his leader, looking forward to hiding behind his bedroom door and avoiding Minho with all costs.

He didn't spoke to his hyung almost atall in the past three weeks, only speaking when needes. It was common knowledge that he was avoiding him after the fight they had on the night Han dropped you home.

He stopped talking to you as well, against his mother's protests. He always asked about your condition and about your state whenever he called home. He didn't wanted to be the first to break and to see a message from you left him in complete shock. He opened the message reading it carefully. Honestly he had to read it twice to fully understand the words he was reading, replying vaguely and confused with your words.

His head flew up the next second, looking around chaotically. His eyes immediately landed on Minho who was currently in the arms of their hyung. He found himself walking closely to them.

-Wha-what happend? What did she do? he found himself saying, panick noticeable in his voice

-She ended things. She didn't wanted to ruin our friendship more than she did. whispered minho realising Chan and whiping his tears. Without a warning Minho stood up and stormed out of the dancing studio, all eyes on him. Han never saw Minho like this, so vulnerable and broken and he found himself feeling guilty.

Without saying a word, he took his belongings and ran out the studio, straight to his car. He found himself in front of his home, 20 minutes later.

He walked out of the car and straight inside, walking to the door of your bedroom. He knocked softly without saying a word. When he didn't hear anything form the other side of the door, he slowly opend it, being welcomed with your body still against the wall, looking into nothing.

He slowly walked thowards yoi, tears picking up in his eyes at the sight of his baby sister being so heark broken. And all because of him. He sat slowly beside you looking at a imaginary dot on the opposite wall. -You were right you know? I was indeed being selfish. I just didnțt wanted to have to share you or Minho. He is my best friend and I would hate to know he is the cause of your pain, but instead I was, and I hated myself even more. whispered jisung trying to get your attention

-You were right, I do ruin everything. Im so sorry for all the things I ruined between the two of you. I am the worst sister ever. you whispered

-You didn’t ruin anything y/nnie! I did! I ruin the relationship between you and me, the one between me and Minho hyung and the one between the two of you. I’m really sorry! Please go and fix this! I know I’m too late but I do want you to be happy!

-It doesn’t matter now, he probably hates me! And its ok Ji, I should’ve told you from the start.

-Minho hyung doesn’t hate you! Is he hurt, yeah. But he doesn’t hate you!

-Not so sure about that Jisung ! you said quietly

-My point is, I see now how much you love each other and I would be a terrible person to stand between you. I would be worse than I already am.

-I get where you’re coming from, I do but you’re my brother and your opinion matters the most to me. Seeing you so mad about the idea of me having a crush on Minho broke me. I tried at first to get rid of them but I couldn’t get rid of his feelings and I couldn’t get rid of mine.

-For how long has this been happening? he slowly asks, his voice softens with each word

-We confessed to each other at Changbin’s birthday party. you whispered slowly

-That was like 7 months ago!! he raised his tone surprised

-I know, Im sorry!

-How did it happen?

-We got drunk at the party and after a while we were just making out. The next morning I woke up behind the couch cuddling with him. We were both so embarrassed but he had the balls to confess. I told him that I wanted to wait to tell you until we were sure that it will work. I wanted to tell you, then you asked me about my crush and I tried to hint it but that didn’t get me the reaction I wanted.

-I overreacted a little didn’t I?

-Yeah, but I understand why. You’re not in an easy position. Sneaking aro was easier but it wasn’t fair to you or to Minho. I was just too scared of losing both of you.

-And now you are whiling to lose him. he whispered feeling guilty

-As much as I love him, you’re my brother. My relationship with you is more important than a boy, at least to mom who is constantly begging me to forgive your sorry ass! you said teasingly

-Hey! You’re not the only one she begged!

-I mean it tho, one day we will be the only ones left. Yes, we’ll have partners but we’ll still be alone. Mom and dad won’t live forever and it is important that we get along well.

-It’s not that important if it’s making you miserable! I know i was wrong, I reacted with knowing the full story. I really am an asshole! But I didn’t wanted to have to choose between you and my best friend, yet I made you choose between me and your boyfriend.

-It was my choice. You didn’t asked for it. It was for his benefit.

-It’s not! He is as miserable as you are! He even hugged Channie hyung back when he hugged him to comfort him. He even cried in front of us! You need to fix this, for you, for him, even for me! I would hate myself for being the reason you both are like this. And trust me I won’t forget myself for the way I reacted.

-Do you think he’ll have me back? you asked shyly

-There’s only one way to find out.

[melanieph321]

ruben x reader where the reader graduates from law school so ruben and the reader celebrate with sex?

Do you think Ruben can dance? I think he can dance.

Either way this was a happy request but I turned it into a Ruben angst (no sex). Hope you'll still enjoy it . ❤️

Ruben Dias x Reader - Dream a little dream

Enjoy!

You should be greatful, you thought. You should be greatful that you've graduated from law school with honors. You should be greatful that all your hard work finally payed off. You should be greatful that you have amazing friends and a boyfriend who's stuck with you every step of the way.

"You okay babe?" Ruben diverged his eyes from the road to look at you. You sat in the passenger seat of his car dressed in your graduation gown and a law school diploma clenched between your hands.

"I'm fine." You said, realizing that you hadn't heard your own voice since you stepped on the stage to thank your professors. "Just tired."

Ruben nodded. "We're almost home. I'm just gonna pick up somthing for us to eat."

Despite the many things to be greatful for in your life, there was still a sense of emptiness. A void that couldn't be filled nor replaced by any other being than your parents.

"Ruben?" You asked, voice low.

He turned to you again, keeping a slight eye on the road ahead "Yes?"

"Could we make a stop at Terrace Road?"

He raised a brow. "You sure?"

You nodded. "I'll be quick."

Terrace Road was one of the rougher neighborhoods in the city, where people like drunks, addicts and criminals roamed the streets.

"Dad?"

Your dad was one of them, he was one of those people casted out of society.

"Dad?"

Ruben dropped you off in front of a run down building, it's main attraction was the bar located at the corner of it. The bar was partly empty when you entered, your dad however, had a seat reserved for him at the bar.

"D/N?"

His hunshed back figure shifted as you called him by name. Many heads were already turned your way after walking into the bar, high heels and dressed in full graduation attire.

"I tried sending you an invitation." You said, waving your diploma for your dad to see, however, he wasn't there. You recognized the eyes looking back at you but the man you once called dad was long gone, devoured by depression and drowning in alcohol.

"Your landlord said you moved tho. Where did you move to?"

You took the seat next to him in the bar. This reminded you of your last visit with your father. That was three years ago. He had been unresponsive back then too.

"I went to the cemetery." You said, pausing, to see his reaction. It was nothing though. He had stopped looking at you and kept his eyes ahead of him, distant from reality, gone forever.

"It looks nice, thier graves." You wiped a tear that had run down your cheek. "Do you go to see them sometimes?"

This summer would be exactly ten years since you lost your mother and little brother in a tragic car accident. Your dad had been driving them home after a walk along River Medlock. They were on their way to pick you up from football training. You remember that day as one of your worst, because no one ever came to pick you up from training and no one ever would again. About five years post the tragic event your dad started seeking comfort in alcohol. A part of you blamed your self for this because that was around the time you went away to law school.

"Dad?"

It was to no use. Perhaps he had forgotten the sound of your voice altogether. The only parent you had was gone but not dead. For some reason you saw no difference in that.

"Dad,  I'm going now." You stood. Perhaps this would be the last time you'd come to visit. It was getting to painful to do it.

"Whatever he needs, give it to him." You said, handing the bartender a bundle of cash. She gave you a sympathetic smile, pocketing the money.

You turned your heels, ready to walk out of your father's life forever, when...

"Your mother..."  He said.

You didn't dare to turn your back and look at him, however, that was his voice.

"Your mother would be proud." He said, words clear as day to you, but perhaps inaudible to anyone else in the bar.

Your lips trembled. "Thank you."

Picking up your steps, walking out of the bar.

You remember crashing into something warm and solid, Ruben, who stood waiting for you by his car. He could have said I told you so, he could have said that coming back here was a stupid idea, but all he did was hold you, letting you cry in his arms.

You came home and took a bath.  Ruben had bought all your favorite foods from a local restaurant that you loved, however you had no appetite, all you wanted was for this day to be over, a day you would remember that no matter how much you achieved in life there was no one left in your family to witness it.

"Look what I found."

You left the bathroom with a towel wrapped around your head. You paused on your way to your bedroom, seeing Ruben on the floor, an old vinyl record in his hand.

"What is it?" You frowned.

Ruben always had a thing for collecting old records. Somthing you learned after the two of you first got together.

"It's Ella Fitzgerald." He said, holding up the vinyl disc. "Let's listen to her."

"Ruben I don't..."

You were really not in the mood. Usually you would love listening to his old records and dance around the living room. But right there, right now, all you wanted to do was go to bed.

"Stars shining bright above you..."

Then a wonderful voice sparked through the record player, capturing your heart in an instance.

"Night breezes seem to whisper I love you..."

"She's good, no?" Ruben stood from the floor and approached you.

"Birds singin' in the sycamore trees..."

"Yes." You said, taking the hand that Ruben was offering you.

"Dream a little dream of me...."

He pulled you close and started swaying you around the living room.

"Say "Night-ie night" and kiss me

Just hold me tight and tell me you'll miss me..."

"I'm proud of you, you know that right?"

"For graduating. Thank you." You allowed your head to rest against his shoulder.

"Dream a little dream of me...."

"No." He chuckled. "For still thinking of your family, wanting to visit them."

"I don't have a family." You muttered.

"Stars fading but I linger on, dear...."

Ruben pulled you back with a surprised look in his eyes. "No? What am I then?"

"Ruben." You sighed. "You're...You're..."

"Yes?"

"Still craving your kiss..."

"What she said."

"What?"

The voice of Ella still belted out around you, filling the apartment with a sense of peace and love.

"You're my home Ruben. My only home."

"Y/N." He pulled you close, your head surrendering to his comforting shoulder.

"Say I'm your home too." You said, hands digging into the hem of his shirt.

"Your my home." He whispered. "My everything and my home."

Slowly he swayed your body to the music, you sniffles muffled up against his shoulder. Life wasn't perfect but with Ruben it was good enough to go on.

"Sweet dreams that leave all worries behind you

But in your dreams, whatever they be

Dream a little dream of me...."

[sirdolraan]

Touching Base

(( DWC November 2024 Day 3, Morose/Strength, CW: None; @daily-writing-challenge ))

The blue light of the holo-transmitter lit up Dolraan's room, pushing back the darkness of night-time Dornagal. He fought the urge to yawn as he spoke at length with his executive officer Alynore, catching each other up about the goings on on the opposite sides of the world. Lucky her, it was morning in Light's Hope.

"-should have everything ready for your idea about setting up Argent embassies in regions shared by horde and alliance-aligned peoples, the emissaries will be leaving in a few hours to present the idea to the leaders still in Orgrimmar and Stormwind. Beyond that, the work out here continues, there's scourge to suppress and naturalists to protect. Got some good news from Crown's Guard, the extra three yards of purification have held, and our druid friends were making very excited noises over the soil samples we brought back." Alynore reported, her image ticking things off her fingers as she spoke, before she looked at Dolraan with a wry smile. "How's the island vacation?"

"Oh, you know, plenty of sun and surf," Dolraan replied, shaking his head wryly. "Have you had a chance to go over that package I sent about the Arathi Imperials of Hallowfall?"

"Sure did, Wes agrees with me that it's a lot to take in, and certainly more than I bet you were bargaining for when you headed out to Dalaran to hunt down the Harbinger."

"It certainly is. The strength of their faith is nothing short of inspiring... if not also a bit worrying."

"Thinking about the Scarlets?" Alynore asked, taking a sip of her coffee.

"Little bit. Enough conviction and you can find yourself going in entirely the wrong direction. They've got their own little void cult problem who think that the best way to honor their Sacred Flame is to trigger their apocalypse, and another who responded to us showing up by using the light to raise their fallen as undead to prove they could stand alone. The Lamplighters and the majority of the folk are good people in a bad position, but everything they tell me about their home, and their ideas on strength and faith, makes me worried as hell."

"We've sent word to Stormgarde and Silvermoon to ask if they have any records of the timeframe that would have led to this empire's founding, but considering how many of the northern cities have risen and fallen again and again since then..."

"We're not likely to find much." Dolraan replied, rubbing his eyes. "Do me a favor, suggest to the other highlords that we should build some new watch towers along the eastern coast. Just in case."

"Wes is already drawing up plans. You're getting slow in your old age." Alynore replied, grinning mischeviously.

"Says the woman who got a good night's sleep. Take care of Light's Hope, sister, I am going to get some shut eye."

"Will do, brother. I'll let you know if we get any news," Alynore signed off as Dolraan turned off the device, and stretched, walking over to the bed. He sighed slightly as he lay down, lamenting how lonely it was. Worst part of the job was when it set him on different paths than his beloved wife, he thought, as he wrapped himself up in the blankets and closed his eyes to prepare for the new day to come.

[crimsonlyinglilly]

No. 26: NIGHTMARES

Breakfast Table | Parting Words of Regret | “I'm haunted by the lies that I have loved, the actions I have hated.” (Poe, Haunted)

Here's Day 26 of @whumptober 2024, late again

Second Chances a attempt to break the Crescent curse goes wrong in an unexpected way, leaving the oldest three Mikaelson siblings waking in a different time.

In this -Elijah falls back into old habits as Freya witness father's failings.

follows Part 1

Trigger warming for child abuse. (Mikael is terrible father)

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Walking back was strange, all of this was strange.

He wasn’t unused to being shorter than his brother or the awkward tense silence he normally had when left alone with Finn but this was different, Finn’s arm remained over his shoulder leaving him feeling dwarfed as he was kept at his side like if Finn was trying to protect him from something.

The fact he was swimming in Finn’s coat was another thing along with the way he clung to it and the heat it brought, he hadn’t even noticed he was cold until Freya had mentioned it.

It had been so long since he had needed to be concerned about his temperature, about a lot of things like it really.

He was human, really human.

A very small vulnerable human as what he was walking back too grew in his mind, disappointed angry parents.

He swallowed as he remembered being in chains as Mother tore into his mind with her magic and words, spitting the truth he hadn’t wanted to know.

Actually coming into view of the home that had become a faded memory over the millennia was a short break from the growing nerves he found himself feeling, if it didn’t being back a mix of new feelings.

It was missing a few buildings, Finn and his huts most oblivious, and his smothered the memory of how pleased he had been, when they raised it, a sign he had grown. The home he would bring Tatia hom to and raise a family, dreams and ideals crushed months later with the end of their lives.

Still it looked both too small and too large compared to his memories but he remembered chasing Niklaus, Kol around the long house, braiding Rebekah’s hair to the side, Henrik’s first steps.

His last words with Henrik, parting words of regret. Pointless harsh words spat at each other caused by an argument he couldn’t remember even after centuries of trying.

Perhaps that too was lost behind the red door buried under all the blood that followed, small enough that it was covered by his crimes against Tatia and Niklaus, using Aurora.

It was a nightmare that only grew worst at Mikael’s growl of his name and an order.

One he found himself following before he could think about it.

Elijah had never truly managed to shrug off the fear Mikael inspired in him even after a thousand years, facing him back in a body this small, needing to crane his head up brought it all back a fresh.

It wasn’t helped by the fact he could feel his younger self’s terror.

Elijah tightens his hand around the branch he had picked up, it was going to hurt but when father told you to get a switch you picked one that would leave a mark or father would use his belt and for twice as long.

It was irritating, everything.

He was a thousand years old and had once again folded to fathers’ demands, Freya was unchanged and Finn, who had been dead, was alive in his own body while Elijah was stuck in his child body, alongside his past child self, or this world’s version of him. They hadn’t had time to talk about what had happened much before Finn- Young Finn had found them, but it was clear Elijah would need to play along until Freya found a way to return them to where they should be.

The reminder how and why they had ended up here, of Hayley suffering under the curse and Hope separated from her, allowed him to take a breath and calm the tremors he could feel, a reaction to Far-Mikael rage.

He returns to Mikael and hands it over without a word and the man snatched it from him and pointed to the place.

Elijah took a moment to take off Finn’s coat, laying it over the fence and pull his tunic over his head to join it. There was something strange about the absence of buttons but the sudden biting cold and his body’s reaction to it cut himself from thinking of it too much.

Everything about this was strange and wrong.

He could feel his younger self’s fear in his mind and couldn’t tell if it was from an angry father, the pain they were about to experience or the complete situation. Suddenly finding yourself no longer in control had to be a terrifying experience for a grown adult let alone a child. 

He wonders briefly if Klaus, mother, Finn and Kol had felt the same when they were in stolen bodies or was this different because the other soul was him in a way.

Elijah tuned out Mikael’s words and focused on the alien feeling, the other mind and pictured wrapping it up in a blanket, there was no need for both of them to endure this and Elijah would deal without the terror of a child threatening to overwhelm him.

Mikael towers over him and he finds it grows colder as he finds himself in his shadow, watching the shadow gives him a warning of the first hit and Elijah breaths through it.

One, Two, Three, he counts in his head, Four

He lets out a grunt of pain as the lashes start to land on already bruised skin, unable to prevent himself from flinching and tries to muffle the next by biting the inside of his cheek. 

Five, Six. The taste of blood is different he discovers after centuries of living off it as he bits through the inside of his cheek.

Seven, Eight, He broke, letting out a yelp of pain, his memories of agony and torture from the centuries meaning nothing to a too young body. He could feel the warmth of blood on his back. 

His cheeks felt too hot while his back was both stinging cold and burning fire of pain with each hit.

Nine. The next lash brought another cry, before he could manage to regain control of himself.

He knew better than to beg, it never did anything other than annoy father more, Mikael prided himself on making them strong despite how often he was beating them down.

Ten.

“I was wrong.” he forced out though choked breaths, hoping the words and the damage would be enough to get Mikael to end it as he reciting long forgotten words of habit, Father didn’t want pleading he wanted them to own up to what they had done to deserve this, to be Better.

Eleven

“I failed you.” he claimed, finding truth in it. 

Twelve

He failed Mikael by ever letting him or Esther destroy his siblings

“I disa” Thirteen Elijah choked as a lash caught him mid word, taking another lash before he could restart the word, fourteen “disappointed you.”

His chest hurt as it was getting harder for him to take in the air he needed between the pointless empty words and his cries of pain.

Fifteen

“I will be better.” he hissed trying to cling to his anger over the hurt. 

He lost time and count, until his knees hit the ground.

Elijah blinked and found himself staring down at too small hands in the dirt, they were all that was holding him up as his back burned and his throat ached from his cries and harsh breathing.

“Take him inside to your mother.” Mikael snarled as he stalked away, the Elijah didn’t bother to look up as he panted and felt his racing heart.

The switch landed in his view, an innocent branch if it wasn't covered in red, his blood, blood he could feel trailing his back beside the throbbing pain.

He missed his healing already and he’d barely been human again for an hour. 

Elijah stared at the ground below him feeling disconnected as the arms shook and waited for them to give up and send him into the dirt. 

“Elijah” Finn’s voice came closer than he thought he had been, younger than he had gotten used to as an arm came into his vision “come on, get up.”

Elijah gave into the darkness and its absence of pain.

His last memory was feeling Finn’s arm catch his chest preventing him from falling into the dirt.

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It was Finn's hand on her shoulder that stopped her moving, the knowledge that he would have them away from this place if she made a noise, tried to bring any attention to them and she couldn’t allow that, wouldn’t leave Elijah alone to face it.

She brought him back, this was her fault.

She had wanted to see her family for whole life; she had never given much though of the bad she would see.

Elijah, Klaus and Rebekah had all explained what Mikael had been to them, Finn had warned her he had changed but when she had seen him, he was only her father.

The only adult who hadn’t failed or tormented her.

Finn, both of them, the man holding her and the boy who had stood feet away from the nightmare of her little brother being whipped, were unsurprised by it.

Even Elijah in the tiny body of a child had only been seemed annoyed until he stopped holding in the noise each lash caused.

Freya's love for her father died with the cries of pain he drew from her little brother.

Even when Finn gets them away from there and started to set up a temporary camp, Freya can still see the bloodied tree branch Mikeal had left on the ground when she closes her eyes.

How many others had there been, how many more in the future, more of Elijah’s blood spilt by the man who was meant to protect them, Klaus’, Kol’s.

“Finn.” she called

“Yes.” he answered, appearing beside her crouching with inhuman speed.

“Were you- how often-” she can’t finish any of her questions, but she really didn’t need to as Finn’s expression darkened as he stood up and stepped away.

“I told you, he changed after you-” he trailed off but Freya can’t help the anger that bubbled up.

“You were children, his children.” she snapped, making Finn freeze from where he was attempting to busy himself.

“Yes,” he agreed after a moment of hesitation as if the idea had just hit him “we were.”

And she was meant to leave them to this, to take return back to where they came from, knowing what she would be leaving, to happen again, again until they became the adults she knew.

She wasn’t sure she could.

[toska-writes]

“You lost this”

Summary: Trying to kick the habit of losing your lightsaber it somehow always ends up at the hip of the commander of the corrie guard. I mean that’s better then getting in trouble

Paring: Commander Fox x GN Padawan Reader (PLATONIC)

Warning: none!

Word count: 1386

Notes: once again this man deserves some good fluffy moments, also this one kinda mimics the other Fox fox I have I just realized but whatever. If you have any suggestions feel free to shoot them my way!

Kriff how could this happen again.

Your master was sure going to kill you this time. Ponds walked beside you now as you ran a hand through your hair.

"I've heard plenty of story's of Master Kenobi losing his lightsaber, how bad could it be, you'll find it." He tried to give some comfort.

"1," You held a finger up " I would love to hear that story, 2 you don't know how important it is. Master Windu has told me many times that I shouldn’t loose it because your lightsaber is your life."

Ponds stared at you for a moment before shrugging his shoulder. "Sorry mate, but if you lost it here one of the corries might have picked it up."

It was your turn to stare now. "Really think they'll have it?"

"It's better then turning up empty handed to the general."

Ponds gave you a small nod before turning to part down his own hall of the huge temple. "Ill let Master Windu know you'll be studying with Ahsoka then sir."

You opened your mouth to question him for a second but Ponds flashed you a cocky smile before turning away from you.

You scoffed to yourself for a moment being ever so grateful for the commander of the 91st.

Corries, corries right you could easily go ask the Coruscant Guard to see if they had seen it. But why was it so hard.

Would any of them tell your master, or worst. They already have.

A sweat stared to form a little at the top of your brow. Where could you have left it? The hanger, the temple. It could be anywhere on Coruscant by now.

Great great great. If you didn't find it first it would be just your luck your master would find it before you.

You stood now on the steps of the Jedi temple. You had to go quick if you were to be back before anyone noticed your gone. Ponds excuses could only save you for so long.

In the back of your mind you felt a slight humming sound, the force around you flourished as you  acted on this feeling.

You took a few steps with your eyes still closed, the force was now guiding you to the senate building? Mmm your best guess is Commander Fox might have it.

As you walked you recounted the very few encounters that you had with the clone commander. All were pleasant and nothing to make you sweat, but you still did either way.

The building laid out in front of you, the feeling was growing strong now. You could hear the hum of your kyber crystal as if it was in your own hand.

Taking a few steps you scanned the area quickly, trying to keep a low profile in a place you didn’t know all that well.

Fox was an allusive man when he wanted to be but the familiar feeling you craved coming from your saber was much stronger.

You spotted him from a distance away, he was chatting with another brother in red you weren’t sure you knew who though. From here there was no sign of your saber.

You cleared your throat as you made your way over. “Hey commander Fox?”

His eyes and body snapped to attend as did the other person with him. Fox’s shoulders seemed to relax ever so slightly when he saw it was just you but all the same he asked “Is there a problem commander?”

“Oh no I was just looking for something” You casually put your hands behind your back, the hum now grew to a quite background noise as it normally did and you instantly felt a lot better.

Fox head turned forward questioning slightly until his hand flew to his hip, and sure enough there it was clipped to his belt. “I’m assuming it’s this then? You came just in time sir I was just about to contact Master Windu.”

He could definitely see the worry on your face at the last comment as he handed back the weapon you cherished so deeply.

You gave fox a thankful nod then added “You know it wouldn’t be terrible to say if this happens again not to tell my master right away.”

The man standing next to him looked a little puzzled at this small exchange of words but you decided to ignore it.

“I’ll see what I can do about that sir.” He nodded

“Thank you Fox. I owe you.” You turned and quickly made your way back to the temple before Windu decided he really wanted to know where you are.

Fox stood for a moment accompanied by Hound who seemed just as confused as he.

“So that must be the Y/N you told me about.” Hound nodded at Fox. “They definitely live up to what you said.”

Fox gave a slight nod in return, Hound was definitely right about that.

The second time you lost your lightsaber you were already making your way after departing with ponds, to the senate building once again.

Fox stood more by the entrance now, as soon as he caught sight he swiftly made his way over.

In one simple moment he unclipped the saber from its resting place on his belt and held his hand out.

“You keep this up and you’ll tie with General Kenobi for the most amount of times lost.” He joked a little.

You shot an eye brow up as the cool metal made its way into your own hands. “Wow does everyone know that story?” You asked with a smile on your own. “You’ll have to fill me in next time I see you.”

“Hopefully not under this circumstance sir.”

With another small smile you made your way from the senate building. Fox would have to get use to that. But he did enjoy the visits.

The third time it was already like a reflex. Fox saw you come in and scan the building for a moment trying to recognize the armor of the Corrie Guard commander.

When you spotted him this time he already had the weapon in his hand- the weight felt uneven and deadly in his hands.

Fox held it out to you for a moment as you finished your approach grabbing the weapon and stop right in front of him. “Missing something Commander?”

You laughed for a moment, eyes sparkling.

You could just walk out, Fox found himself thinking about one time. You could make a snide comment or two and aggressively grab your lightsaber out of his hands. He wouldn’t be surprised many did. But as always you stoped have a kind smile and a small bow of gratitude then ask him how his rounds were or if he needed anything.

This time you asked if he was almost done with this shift. “No, I have a few more since I took over for Thire, he wasn’t really feeling himself.” Fox shut his mouth quickly after his last words, venomous words floated around his head saying he shouldn’t have shared and you didn’t really care.

But the compassionate look told him all he needed to know. “Well tell Thire I Hope he’s feeling better in no time.” You stated. “And since your going to be on a little while I was thinking about heading to a near by caf machine.”

Fox stuck his hand out waving you off. “No need for the trouble commander I’m fine really.”

The worry in his voice hurt you for a moment. “Nonsense besides I was planning on getting one for myself. Really it would be no hassle.”

Knowing your stubbornness he gave up the fight quickly, nodding his head in a response.

He watched you exit for a second, the bright glittering saber now hung where it rightfully belonged.

In a way Fox hoped that you would loose it again, not to get yourself in trouble but it’s refreshing to have someone to listen to what you had to say. Someone in the same boat as him but not in the same seat so to say.

But one things for sure, he would never get use to the weight that thing carried when it was on his waist. He’s seen them work before and those weren’t as pleasant as he’d like to remember.

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Taglist: @arctrooper69 @thereforepizza

[dross-the-fish]

Victor and Adam building the Bride

One change I made to Adam's backstory that deviates from canon is that I chose to have him and Victor work on the bride together. I wanted to deepen the sense of betrayal that came with Victor's decision to destroy the bride and doing that without totally demonizing Victor is proving a challenge. Especially given that I chose to write this drabble from Victor's POV. Idk i think the first person perspective makes him less sympathetic because it reveals a lot of his inherent biases. I may write a part 2 to this or a separate drabble from Adam's perspective but I wanted to step into Victor's shoes for a bit just to explore the scene.

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I had been walking down the street when the large, graceless, hand dragged me into the shadows of the dank London alley. I nearly screamed but caught myself when I realized that it was only the fiend, lurking in the shadows and hiding his dreadful countenance from view. I could feel my anger rise at the sight of him. He’d attempted to dress himself this time, somewhere he had stolen a coat cut in the same style as my own but several inches too short for him and a ragged shirt. Since he’d begun dogging my steps in England, he’d started to tie back his hair as well...

...In the same fashioned which I bound mine, with a ribbon he had stolen from me. I knew he was hoping that I would remark on it, he often tried to incite me to speak to him, even if it was only to hurl abuses at his person.  

This infuriated me to no end, he seemed determined to fashion himself my son and while we had struck a tenuous truce to build his mate, I had made it abundantly clear that when we had done with our distasteful task he was to vanish from my life forever. He was an audacious thing. I had learned that to give him an inch was to yield a mile. He had tried, once, during our toiling to gather materials from fresh graves, to call me “father” and I had responded with violence, lashing out and striking him across his chest with my fist. I reminded him of William, my poor brother, and bade him remember that I was not helping him by choice. He had fallen silent, watching me with his hateful eyes burning in the dark as we continued to dig.

He could not know how repulsive the word was to me. As I took in his evil face now, shrouded by the shadows of the filthy alley, I could still see the traces of the beauty I had tried to bestow. His black hair was rich and thick; the fine structure of his bones lent him an almost handsome cast with the darkness concealing the worst of his features. It was as if for a moment I could see a vision of my work as I had meant it. How miserable a thing it was to know. To see my dream reflected in the waking nightmare of his flesh! I had sought to make him in my own image, as God had made Adam, but the perverse wretch before me resembled more the daemon serpent than he did any man.

I had braced myself for him to speak but still I could not resist a shudder at the sound. Rough, harsh and low, there was no music in it. His voice was as ugly and malicious as the rest of him.

“I have found her skull, there was a giantess in a nearby village. Deformed from birth and growing in size until she passed away. Her family abandoned her for her defects. She need not fear such from me,” his voice became tender "no I will embrace her for she will be perfect in my eyes,” he produced the skull, a thick and misshapen thing, for me to inspect “It should be big enough that you needn’t modify it as you did mine,” he gnashed his white teeth. Large and straight. I had bleached and filed down the teeth of horses to create the grimace that now twisted his face.

He turned the skull in his hands and caressed it gently, gazing at it as though he were already looking into the face of a lover. Unable to bear the look of longing in his eyes I turned away, feeling strangely as though I were intruding on an intimate moment. Disturbingly I found myself almost moved to sympathy by his plight. He was, admittedly, more capable of thought and feeling that I had attributed him.

“What will we name her?” he asked so softly I wondered if he was even speaking to me.

I turned and rushed from the alley as though I had not heard him. I had not granted a name to the creature and I had no intention of thusly attaching myself to his bride by means of naming her. She would be no more my daughter than he my son. It must be enough for all of us that I allow them to set off in the world together and they in turn would do no harm to mankind. We must, none of us, ask for more than that of each other.

I confess that perhaps I might have been more agreeable to the task of naming her if I were not already committed to the chore of making her as loathsome in appearance as he was. As it was, I had none of the enthusiasm left for the process of creation. It was one thing to fail in my creation of first creature but to intentionally build the second with the intent of replicating that failure was a nearly unbearable thought.

Having finally gathered the materials, we met again some days later on a small island off of the Scottish coast. My unwelcome companion did not share my low spirits for he took to his part of our labors with childlike eagerness. Despite my hostility he asked questions constantly. His curiosity was insatiable! he devoured medical tome after medical tome and still demanded more. Always with him there was a need for more. The depths of his greed unnerved me for nothing seemed enough to content him. Frequently he grew frustrated with my inability to go without sleep. He himself never seemed to sleep and would continue to work long after I went to bed and be at the table still in the morning when I woke. Sometimes there would be a plate of food waiting though this I would not touch for I did not like to think of his hands preparing my meals. If he was offended, he expressed it only by glowering at me.

Frustrating as he undoubtedly found me, I admit I also found his company grating for he spoke either too much or too little. One moment a rapid fire of questions and wheedling, then the next icy silence. Out of the corner of his eye he would glare at me and I would start to feel guilt for my harshness towards him. I needed often to remind myself that he was a murderer and had threatened to kill again. It was under this sense duress that I worked alongside of him, nothing more.

I disliked also how much affection he seemed to hold for the unborn female creature. As she began to take shape on the table he would, for want of conversation with me, speak to her. He seemed to have formed in his mind an image of a private world where they two of them would dwell like the first man and woman in a garden of their own making. He made her promises to fill her life with love and beauty and even once, kissed her. It filled me with dread to see his devotion. I had had doubts but now they were becoming fears. What if she resented him? What if she was discontent to be his bride, having been given no other choice from birth? Unbidden my mind turned to Elizabeth. My poor adopted sister who wanted so much to travel and to pursue an education but never could for her life had been written out for her before she’d even been old enough to understand that there would be no choices.

Indeed, I did not relish the thought. If this female creature was kind and gentle then I was damning her to a life alone with a cruel, brutish, monster as her only company. If she displeased him, would he kill her, as he had William? If he was capable of harming a child would he not also be capable of harming his own bride?

What if she rejected him and thus two such hateful creatures would be loosed upon the world? Sowing destruction at every turn and being twice the blight upon mankind for their increased number.

What if they fell in love? What if they started a new race? Their progeny could not be held to a promise of benevolence. In time mankind might be overtaken if they grew too large in number.

The more I thought, the more I knew that no good could come of my completion of the female creature. But what choice had I anymore except to yield to my creature’s demands?

[chvoswxtch]

Miss ma’am could I have an old fashion with Mr. Castle?👀

Creators choice, go wild my love <3

my fiesty little phoenix,

you can have whatever you'd like. thank you for letting me run wild with this one. I hope you enjoy. <3

headcannon below the cut

frank castle finally takes a goddamn day off

i personally think it's criminal we never got a single scene of what frank likes to do in his free time, so i'm taking it upon myself to make y'all feed into my delusions of what that would look like, because the man deserves a day of fucking peace, so let's give it to him

frank is an early riser. after years in the military, his body is just trained to wake up at a certain time, and no matter how much he wants to sleep in, he just can't

i'd like to think frank sleepily pads through his place, makes himself a strong brew of coffee, and goes outside to watch the sunrise. i think he would enjoy the peace, when it's early in the morning and everything is super still and quiet, and he just gets to exist for a little while, slowly let his body and mind wake up as he takes in the tranquil colors of the sunrise

maybe he'd make himself a nice lil breakfast. he strikes me as a bacon guy, so whatever he makes, just know there's bacon. he likes the applewood smoked thick cuts. don't ask me to explain, i can't. it's just something my soul knows

we saw that frank likes to read, so maybe he spends some of the morning working through a new book. he strikes me as someone that secretly loves murder mysteries, and mysteries in general. i'd like to think he gets really into them and really excited when he figures out the mystery before he reaches the end

"fuckin' knew it was the goddamn maid!"

frank also strikes me as a handyman, and i'd like to think he enjoys little projects. maybe he spends part of the afternoon giving his truck a tune up while listening to classic rock in the garage with a few beers (he's a classic rock guy, don't @ me. y'all saw how excited he got about those bruce springsteen tickets) maybe he's finally putting together some new furniture he got, or even building some new furniture bc he can fucking do anything. maybe he's repainting the spare bedroom bc the white walls were boring and frank's secret guilty pleasures are cooking and home makeover shows

in a perfect world, frank has a dog (it's definitely a sweet, beautiful pitbull) so maybe they go on a little walk together on a nice trail or maybe they go to the doggy park so they can play and when they come back they take a lil nap on the couch together bc it's fucking cute and they're sleepy so why the hell not

i'd also like to think that when the evening rolls around, frank goes to socialize bc the thought of him being lonely breaks my heart in ways i can't explain

maybe he goes over to the lieberman's for dinner and helps sarah cook, teaches david how to fix the sink that's broken in their guest bathroom, plays catch with zach out in the backyard, helps leo with a book report she's writing, and passes out with the kids on the couch twenty minutes into a movie they picked out

or maybe he goes out with curtis to a bar to have a few drinks, gets talked into (and drunk enough) to bust some moves out on the dance floor, giggles with curtis as they drunkenly stumble together to the closest twenty-four hour pizza joint, and ends up having a sleepover with him bc his apartment is closer and the pizza and booze made him sleepy

bonus points if curt doesn't make him take the couch and they just share his bed bc they're drunk and also brothers who cares (you're telling me all that time in the military together and there wasn't a "there's only one bed" situation? sorry, I can't suspend reality that much)

extra bonus points if he goes out with matt, karen, and foggy to josie's and is the only one that can keep up with matt in pool

"can't believe y'all let this bastard cheat you like this. this how you treat your friends, red? hustlin' 'em for free drinks? you're the worst goddamn catholic I ever met."

extra extra bonus points if foggy challenges him to a shot contest but then gets so drunk that frank has to carry him home over his shoulder and karen gets several pictures and videos and matt can't stop cackling

extra extra extra bonus points if he's having to carry matt AND foggy home drunk over his shoulder (bc he could) and karen is still being the absolute mvp getting so many pictures and videos while giggling

i just want this man to have a good fucking day that's all, thank you for coming to my ted talk

[love-anddeepression]

HI ECHO!!!

I’m in love with you so I’m sending in a request

Could be spicy could not be

Joel with a reader who loves using her camcorder, recording Joel making his guitars, building, christmases, parties, dinners, you name it, she loves capturing their moments together

They’re driving together in the country, on a run outside of Jackson, and she has her camera and he looks to her and just “you ever thought about using that for somethin’ a little more… intimate, peach?”

Smut. Smut in the backseat of his truck. He’s just recording how you take him, and it’s so intimate and sweet.

GOOBER HI&lt;33

so i actually don't write smut much so i decided to make this extra fluffy to compensate<33 i hope you like the ending :DD please tell me how you like it!

Three times Joel is in front of the camera and two times he's behind.

The first time he sees the camcorder recording him, he playfully shoves it out of his face and raises an exasperated eyebrow at his girl, who just smiles sweetly at him.

The second time, he finishing up with a guitar and he groans as he sees the blasted thing in his peripheral vision.

" Come on, Joel! Smile for me!" she says, laughing a little at his expression and much to his horror, he finds himself smiling widely at the camera before looking away. The sounds of delight that come from her make his lips twist again as he looks at her features that are bathed in golden sunlight.

"What?" she asks, the camera still in her hand.

He says nothing, only walks over and kisses her softly, rendering her speechless. He takes the opportunity and quickly snatched the camcorder and bolts out the door.

Later, they both laugh at the recording of his cheeky high pitched chuckle as her banshee screams echo in the background.

The third time, he's trying to make something for Ellie. And surprise, he's spectacularly failing at baking a cake.

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His adorable huffs of annoyance make you giggle to yourself as you set the camcorder down on the counter, still recording, as you slowly approach him, caressing his shoulder first so you don't startle him, and hug him from behind as he whisks three eggs and adds them to the flour before anything else.

It's only when the camera starts beeping when she realizes she forgot is was there. By then, the two of them have made the cake and made out against the counter as well.

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He's never been much of a dancer, before the outbreak, Tommy was the charmer, the one who loved taking girls dancing and bringing them back to his place.

Joel preferred watching. He'd always been the silent, observant older brother. Looking at every detail and aspect of everything around him. It was part of his job description as a construction worker.

That observant part of him slipped in as he shamlessly watched her dance with everyone during christmas celebrations. It's snowing, and cold, and he would be feeling miserable if it weren't for her. His darling, who found it fun to catch him off guard and record him, or who'd kiss him silly whenever she felt like it, his girl who was dancing with the girl who had become his daughter and lip syncing to whatever song was playing.

"I'm finally crazy" he thinks to himself as he goes inside the house and gets out the camcorder. But he can't help himself, he wants this moment to be preserved, so he can look at it again and remind himself why he bothered to go on.

He switches it on and begins to record.

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This man has faced clickers, he's seen the worst humanity can offer. He's commited atrocious crimes and done much worse.

So he absolutely should not feel like getting out of the moving car and running back all the way to Jackson.

"Hon, you okay?" she asks him as he stops the vehicle near a field.

He only nods, kissing her forehead and breathing deeply as he fished into his bag to fish out her camcorder. When he finally find it, he switches it to records and sets it on the front panel so the both of them are in view.

"Joel?" she looks between him and the camera, eyebrows furrowed and lips pursed.

He breathes out.

"Baby-

"What, Joel?" she asks him again, holding his left hand.

"You know I love you right? I'v found you when I thought i might never find it again. Meeting you was how I met Ellie and now we're all a family. An unofficial family." he clears his throat, " I love you so much, darling. And I have to ask you-" he pulls someting out of his pocket. A velvet box.

"Baby, will you make our family official and marry me?"

The last thing the camcorder sees is the loud exclaim of "Yes!" and laughter before it is unceremoniously knocked from it's spot as she lunges for him and kisses him hard.

But it recorded all the sound as well. It's safe to say Ellie won't be getting that camcorder anytime soon.