#and eventually return to that peace she knew as a child

[clfixationstation]

I have so much thoughts but I'm too shy to elaborate on them lol

But I read your tags about cabin em/a and yeah, it's also how I feel, like wdym you both are running away in the middle of enemy territory, without telling anyone, letting the supposedly third member of your family alone in an ongoing war, as the last titan on paradis side. "But there are Jean, Sasha and Connie" who are their own trio, "but he also have Annie" who is in the cristal, "but he is an grown man" barely an adult, actually.

That's also why I can't fully enjoy the last ending, why are that many people so sure Armin is alone in hell? Why people think Eren is in haven but Armin isn't?

Anyway my own interpretation of the cabin world is more like, although is a way for em to find closure, is not supposed to be a perfect world, nor fully a perfect alternative choice, so Mikasa can be in peace with the decisions she already made.

Also, you read fanfics? I like how "To Each Their Cage" by 72HoursMassacre explore this concept, but read the tags first.

Sorry for the long rant 😅

Hiii! Thanks for messaging :) And I'm sorry for taking so long to get to this (this is from what, April?! shame on me)

Yeah, I'm (obviously) very much in agreement about cabin em/a. I feel like people really downplay Armin's relationships with Eren and Mikasa in order to allow themselves to feel good about the cabin em timeline.

Like yes, Sasha, Connie, and Jean are still there, but Armin isn't nearly as close them as he is with Eren and Mikasa. And (as you said) they're an established friendship trio that Armin is not part of. Annie would understand Armin, but in the cabin timeline, Eren never undoes the hardening, so Annie is never freed.

People also really try to insist that Armin is a "grown man" and therefore would not be so "wimpy" to be hurt by em leaving. First of all, 19 is barely an adult, and second, such emotions are not relegated to a specific age range. I think that a 40 year old could feel just as hurt by his best friends running away and leaving him to face a war without them as a 19 year old. I suspect there's an undercurrent of misogyny there, where people think being emotional (specifically sad) is a "feminine trait" and therefore "weak", "childish", "bad". When it's clearly just a human trait lol. to think Armin "couldn't be sad" or that "being sad is wimpy" is ridiculous

I have also seen people argue that Armin "got over" his insecurities about the possibility of Eren and Mikasa deciding he's a burden and leaving him after confronting the Garrison during the Trost arc in season 1 - which is absolutely absurd. Such a deep-rooted insecurity is not going to vanish in an instant, and it has clearly colored Armin's actions and mentality throughout the whole story. Heck, I'd say that Eren leaving Armin pre-s4 deeply exacerbated Armin's insecurities, which held him back a lot in s4 because he no longer had any trust in his abilities.

Anyways. I too interpret the cabin as a way for em to find closure, moreso for Mikasa than Eren.

I think another part of it is that in the AoT universe, the concepts of heaven and hell may not align with our real-world understandings (which differ from religion to religion anyway). There does seem to be some sort of afterlife, or a way that souls are preserved (?), at least for the Eldians through Paths. I've seen people float around the idea that the place Mikasa and Eren are in the last ending is not heaven, but the Eldian afterlife, or perhaps the AoT universe afterlife, and that there is no hell in AoT. I somewhat like this theory because it would mean that Armin isn't burning in hell alone LOL

My theories: 1) Mikasa is in heaven, and her version of heaven must include Eren. Eren is split between heaven for Mikasa and hell for his and Armin's sins. 2) There is no heaven or hell in AoT, and Eren, Mikasa, and all the characters go to "AoT afterlife" or nowhere at all. 3) There is no "Aot afterlife" or Eldian afterlife after the titan curse is broken. The ED is simply Mikasa's dream as she passes away.

All in all, it's very frustrating to see people insist that Eren and Mikasa are in heaven whilst Armin is alone in hell. While Armin's crimes against humanity are vast, Eren's are far, far worse. If Armin were to go to hell (even with all the work he did to rebuild humanity), Eren would definitely be there too. The additional ending with Eren and Mikasa in "heaven" seems to contradict the messaging the finale had up until that point. Mikasa does deserve heaven, a peaceful existence, a good ending - but Eren ending up in heaven too really leaves a bad taste in my mouth :/ If Eren is in heaven, is the story minimizing, perhaps even justifying, his actions?

Also, what is the point of the entire conversation where Armin and Eren promise to be together in hell forever is that is not the case?

Honestly, I would take less of an issue if Armin joined them at the end of the ED, to demonstrate they all made it to the AoT version of afterlife. It's a shame too, because the ED is gorgeous

Oh and as to the fic, I definitely read it at some point a while back! 72HoursMassacre's fics are usually pretty good explorations, so I probably liked that one too :)

[seresinhangmanjake]

Respect

Feyd-Rautha x female!reader

Summary: Your betrothed is a son from one of the Great Houses, an awful man who has enjoyed threatening and scaring you since you were children. Feyd makes it known he doesn't appreciate such disrespectful treatment of the woman he loves.

Notes/Warnings: SA (mention of past unwanted touching. Not by Feyd). Violence and blood. Implied or mentioned sexual situations. Feyd is soft for reader and reader only. Typos, im sure. I think that's it. Feel free to correct me.

Words: 1900

Feyd-Rautha Masterlist

You told him stories of the youngest son of House Kenric. As you lay in Feyd’s arms, you recounted your meetings with your betrothed over the years. The ways he teased you as children, pinching your skin, tugging on your hair, spitting in your face, calling you worthless, stupid, pathetic. Then in the years before coming of age, how he would mock you alongside his brothers. How he would smack you if you defended yourself and force you to tell your father you’d fallen. How he would grope you over your dress when neither your parents nor his were paying attention. But you’d kept one story from him; the most recent of them.

Feyd had met you at a party for a handful of influential Great Houses, and it wasn’t long before he found himself rather attached to you. Over the course of six hours, you’d met, talked, flirted, snuck off, kissed, fell into bed, fucked, and returned to the party with no one the wiser. It was that same night you were able to convince your father of a budding interest in Harkonnen ways, and that if the Houses were aiming for peace and unity, there would be no harm in you spending a few months on Giedi Prime.

At the time, Feyd knew the “Harkonnen ways” you so appreciated didn’t extend far past the attachment the two of you shared and his ability to make you see stars when his cock was inside of you, but it eventually developed into more. Much more. Though never said aloud, he loved you. So much so that when you finally informed him of your betrothed’s treatment of you the week preceding the party—his cornering you, touching you, telling you of his intent to control and use you as he pleases once you become his wife—Feyd struggled to swallow his rage. 

“I’m scared, honestly,” you told him, your hand sliding up from his abdomen over his chest to the curve where his neck met his shoulder, gently squeezing the toned muscle. “How do I become the wife of a man like that? And what about producing his heir? I’ll have no choice but to let him have me.”

It made Feyd sick to think of another man so close to you. Another man’s hands on you, his lips marring your body, tongue between your folds, sweat staining your skin. Even screwing his eyes shut couldn’t make those images disappear. They only grew stronger, tormenting him. She’s not yours, a little voice whispered. Not your woman, not the mother of your child, not your wife. 

But, fuck, you should be. You should be all of those things. You would make a perfect Baroness; the only one Feyd could imagine himself wanting. You would face hardship with a sturdy backbone and not shy away from what Giedi Prime would request of you. You would be respected as the ruler by his side, as you deserve. Respected most of all by the man who loves you.

“Would you rather marry me?” Feyd asked, lazily running his fingers up and down your bare spine. He felt a sudden uneasiness, like nerves wiggling throughout his limbs. Such an unfamiliar sensation. Unwelcome, but not misplaced he supposed.

“Yes,” you replied to his relief. “But we both know that’s not how this works, Feyd. It’s just not that simple.”

You were right. It wasn’t simple. Your father made an arrangement with House Kenric, but there was no chance Feyd was going to let that old Duke take you from him in two weeks and ship you off to marry an abusive, unworthy pest of a man. If your father wouldn’t permit simplicity for the sake of your happiness, then Feyd would just have to make it simple. 

—

“Why is it again that I’m not allowed to see?” you ask as Feyd guides you down a dark corridor with his fingers covering your eyes.

“I told you it’s a surprise,” he teases. “Don’t you like my presents?” 

You chuckle. “Of course, I like your presents.”

“Then that’s all you need to know,” he tells you. “We are here, anyway.”

Coming to a stop, Feyd removes his hands from your eyes and places them on your shoulders, kneading out the tension that has only worsened in your body as your wedding day grows nearer. You blink once, twice, still curious as to what sort of present could possibly be this far from your rooms, but when your vision adjusts to the onslaught of bright light illuminating the small cell, you gasp at the sight before you. 

“What do you think?” Feyd asks, pressing a kiss to your neck as you take in the badly beaten body of Aldo Kenric—your future husband.

He’s secured to a chair, his arms strapped down to the chairs arms and legs strapped to legs. His head hangs low. His shirt is torn down the front, exposing the deep purple bruises that litter his torso. Blood drips from his nose and split lips to stain white fabric and forge red rivers through the hills of his abdomen muscles. If not for the pink flush to his skin, you would think him long dead.

The hand that raises to your mouth partially conceals your shock, but the rest of your face gives the emotion away. Your eyelids don’t seem to be able to blink anymore, and your brows will not lower from their position high up on your forehead. You don’t know how to swallow what you see.

With a sigh, Feyd says, “Wait a moment. He’s not very lively.” Then he steps around you toward your betrothed, lifts the man's head by his cropped blond hair, and hits him across the face with a smack that echoes throughout the cell. Scarlet droplets splatter across Feyd’s forearm like flung paint from a brush.

Aldo jolts awake, body convulsing in a sharp jerk. His eyes blow wide as saucers as he snaps his head in all directions and struggles against his binds. The gag in his mouth muffles his whimpers of panic. 

“H-How?” you stutter, glancing at Feyd. “When did you—”

“I had some of my men snatch him last night,” Feyd informs you. ‘While we were busy fucking’, he leaves out. “I was told it was done without difficulty. Didn’t put up a decent fight of any sort.” 

He grabs Aldo’s jaw, fingers pressing into the hollows of his cheeks, and forces his head so he has no choice but to look directly into Feyd’s eyes. “We had a long talk about respecting our women, didn’t we, Kenric?”

Tears stream down the man’s face, cutting through dried blood and dripping onto Feyd’s hand. Aldo tries to yank his head free from the tight grasp to look at you. You think he’s repeating your name behind the stuffing in his mouth, but you can’t be sure.

“What are you going to do with him?” you ask.

“What would you like me to do with him?”

“I can decide?”

He laughs. “Of course. I wouldn’t give you a gift and not let you choose what to do with it.”

You almost flinch in shock. You’re not known for choosing things for yourself. Until you met Feyd, ‘choice’ was a word associated with negativity and obligatory sacrifice. He is the one thing you’ve ever chosen. Your clothes, your hair, your studies, your husband—all selected for you. But Feyd…you met him and fell and didn’t want to get back up. 

Maybe now, you don’t have to.

“You’d kill him?” you ask.

Aldo screams behind his gag, more salty wet lines running down his face. His squirming shifts the chair back and forth and forward and back. Unevenly distributed weight nearly causes him to fall on his side, but Feyd sets him upright before he can crack his head on the stone floor. 

Reaching around his back, Feyd pulls out a small knife and in one sharp motion sinks it into Aldo’s thigh with a sickening yet satisfying thick thud. “Stay put,” he growls, then he turns to you with a smile. “Yes, I would kill him, if that would make you happy.”

Water pools in the corner of your eyes. Your bottom lip begins to quiver. Feyd rushes to you and cups your cheeks in warm palms. 

“Do not cry,” he demands as his thumbs brush over your cheekbones. “You know I hate it.”

“I'm sorry,” you say, sucking in a few deep breaths between your sniffles. “No one has ever done something like this for me before.”

His face softens. “I’d do everything for you,” he swears before drawing you in for a kiss; slow and sensual and sweet in front of the broken man who currently has a claim on your hand. You lose yourself to mouths moving in perfect sync until he pulls back. 

“So, do you have a preference?” he asks, giving you one final peck. “Slit throat now, or arena in the morning?”

Your head tilts in contemplation as you observe the distressed, wailing man who has happily hurt and terrified you. By nature, you are not a violent woman, not in the way your man is a violent man, and you were raised to believe that it is improper and rude and disrespectful to wish pain upon someone else—downright cruel or whatever—but there’s a sense of freedom now. Clearer mind, lighter heart, straighter spine, weakened conscience.

You raise a brow. “If I choose the arena, will you make a show of it?”

Feyd hums in agreement.

“And, um…” you pause.

“You can have anything you want,” Feyd says at your hesitation.

You nod, your confidence renewing with his encouragement. Yes, he’s right, you can have anything. With Feyd, it’s anything, and it’s conditionless. 

As you slowly drag your hand down his chest, you peer up at him through your lashes. “Will you go in without a shirt? I’d like to see you come out covered in red.”

Feyd smirks then steps out of your arms and crouches in front of your soon-to-be-former betrothed. “Did you hear her?” he asks Aldo as he flicks the hilt of the blade sticking out of his flesh. Aldo whimpers, pressing his legs together. “Covered, she says. And I will give her what she wants because I love her and this is how I respect her.”

Leaning down, you wrap your arms around his shoulders. “Let’s go to our room. I want to thank you…properly,” you whisper, softly kissing just under his ear before sucking his earlobe into your mouth. Feyd groans.

“And then I will properly thank you for thanking me, my love,” he says with a grin that falls into a frown when he turns back to Aldo. “See, Kenric? Respect.” Feyd slaps the top of Aldo’s leg for emphasis as he stands. “You can keep the knife for now. Can't have you bleeding out. We have an important day ahead of us and I don’t want it to be too easy.”

“Come on,” you snicker, pulling him by the hand as you walk backward out of the cell. 

Feyd spins and grabs you at the waist to lift you into his arms. You giggle as your legs lock around his hips.

“Will you agree to marry me now?” he asks you.

“Yes,” you tell him, your lips ghosting over his. “You saved me.”

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[velaryqns]

Could you do a House fanfic where after failing at treating a patient, House takes his stress and anger out on the reader? She then considers quitting being a doctor. House is confronted by Dr. Cuddy and his team, causing him to go comfort and apologize to the girl.

Uncontrolled Anger

Gregory House x Female Reader (I took it romantically for fun)

Universe: House MD

Summary: Maybe you should have known better than to question House about his feelings.

Warnings: Patient death, mentions of addictions, angst

You sat silently, your eyes on the dead body in front of you. You had watched as the team fought to help the man, all for it to fail after multiple misdiagnoses and wrong solutions. You, being a doctor, knew what they were going through. You’d gone through it a few times with your patients.

Sighing, you rest a hand on Taub’s shoulder, offering him a reassuring smile. He returned it, then watched you go as you made your way out of the room and eventually wandered to House’s office. When you reached the glass door with his name on it, you stood silently for a moment with your arms crossed. He had one hand in a fist by the side of his head and the other filling out paperwork.

You brought your hand down to the handle, allowing yourself into his office. You took a few paces, then turned your attention to the big yellow chair by his bookshelf. You lowered yourself into the chair, watching him silently for a moment.

“How are you?” You asked gently, not wanting to annoy him while he was in the middle of scribbling on the sheet.

“I don’t know what you’re expecting me to say,” he muttered, still keeping his gaze away from you.

“You could at least say that you’re okay,” you said to him, tilting your head slightly as you shook it. You knew he handled emotions horribly, in ways that often required you to intervene, “Greg—“

He slammed the pen down and looked at you. And you could see why he had been avoiding your gaze to begin with, “You’re not a therapist. In fact, you’re presently the reason I could end up needing one. I just want some peace and quiet because excuse me for not being Doctor Y/N Y/L/N.”

“What —“ You cut yourself off, truly hurt by his words. His blue eyes held no remorse for what he said, and you quickly stood and left the room. You bumped into Chase, but ignored him entirely as you made your way down the hall with the intention of going to the elevator.

As you stood silently in the elevator, waiting to go down to the main floor to leave for the evening, you processed why you continued to try and support the man that. You stared at the metal doors, jaw clenched as you finalized your decision.

You didn’t want to work in the same building as someone like Greg House. Cuddy wouldn’t fire him, he’s too good.

Once you reached the main floor, you went to the clinic, seeing if there was any help you could offer and breathing a sigh of relief when you were able to step in. You dove into working throughout the clinic, waiting patiently to be able to talk to Cuddy about what was going on.

You filed patients in and out of the room you were using, only stopping for nurses to clean and sterilize everything between each patient. However, your consistent flow was ruined by Foreman's sudden intrusion into the room. You stared at him.

"Do you need something? Because I would like to treat my patients," you informed him.

"Just checking on you," he shrugged, tucking his hands in his pants pocket and leaning against the door, further preventing you from leaving the room, let alone treating your patients.

"I am fine," you muttered, tossing a file on the counter and crossing your arms. You leaned against the counter, "I am tired of him behaving like a child; I never thought I'd consider leaving my position because Cuddy refuses to fire House."

"I can talk to her for you,"

"Not worth it," you shook your head, "Now can you please go?"

Foreman was reluctant for a moment, but then nodded his head and walked out of the room. Your next patient came in, and you returned to your job.

Little did you know, Foreman was taking matters into his own hands despite your protests. The team liked you, there was no denying it, so of course he turned to Cuddy because of what you'd said. It was hard to believe, especially when you typically had a strong relationship with House, even when he was being childish.

House was in his office when Cuddy went search for him, her hands on her hips. He stared blankly upon her arrival, a frown on his face as he waited for what she had to say.

"You're going to make her quit,"

"Her?" House asked, shaking his head and shrugging as he waited for an elaboration. He looked toward the office door to see the team staring at him with disapproving looks, which caused him to sigh and roll his eyes, "Y/n's choices are not my fault."

“You’re pathetic,” Cuddy muttered. House shrugged. To him, there was no point in denying it. Cuddy clenched her jaw, “I thought you liked her!”

“She’s ear grating, like you,” Lisa frowned and House shrugged once more.

“I can’t lose another good doctor because of your antics, House,”

She spun on her heel and marched out of the room, leaving House to his own thoughts.

It was early in the evening, you’d showered and done some dishes, when there was a knock on your door. You were less than enthusiastic to open it, especially after peering through the hole to see House on the other side. He leaned on his cane lazily, a bag of what was clearly takeout food in his other hand as he looked down at you.

“What do you want?”

“I come bearing food,” he held the back up to emphasize his point.

You rolled your eyes and moved to slam the door in his face, but it made contact with his cane instead. House let himself in, limping toward your couch and plopping on it. The smell of the Chinese takeout hit your nose, making your mouth water as you pushed the door shut the rest of the way and turned to face the man on your couch.

“What do you want?” You repeated, less than enthused and lacking the emotion you usually had when speaking to House.

“Not a lot of hospitals would be willing to take you,” he spoke matter of factly. He dug into the brown paper bag, pulling out bulls of food and beginning to eat out of his own, “Foreman struggled to get a new job when he had to leave—“

“Foreman was accused of malpractice, and caught,” you reminded House.

“Malpractice is a common occurrence in this hospital, you think any other Dean would hire someone who’s worked with me? You’re poorly mistaken, Dollface,”

“You’re a piece of shit,” you spat, shaking your head and storming into the kitchen, “You know that?”

“I just call em like I see em,”

“If you don’t have anything genuine to say, then leave,”

There was silence, and then you heard your couch creak as he got up. Good, he got the point. That was what you thought until you heard his cane moving across the linoleum floor of your kitchen. You turned to see Greg House standing over you, and you gulped.

“What do you expect me to do here?” He questioned.

“Oh I don’t know, apologize?” You countered, side stepping him to grab a glass from a cupboard, “I was helping you. Making sure you were okay and not going to do something stupid after losing a patient — but apparently that wasn’t good enough, hm?”

“Y/n—“

“No, all I wanted to do was help you,” you faced him, “everybody in that damned hospital does what they can to help you, and this is how you repay us? That’s real shitty, House.”

House. Unlike everyone else, you rarely used his last name when talking to him. When speaking of him, sure, when in professional settings, almost always. But never in the privacy of you two or amongst friends. That’s when he realized the reality of what he’d caused.

“Y/n, I’m sorry,” he spoke, taking a step toward you. He leaned his cane on the counter and placed his hands on your waist. You didn’t move your arms from your sides, merely looking into his blue eyes to see if he was being genuine.

It seemed too good to be true.

“Accept the apology before I’m forced to take it back,”

And there it was.

“You’re a pain in my ass,” you muttered, moving your hands to rest on his biceps. House squeezed your waist, knowing that he got what he wanted. You rose to your tip-toes, your lips just barely touching his before you pulled away, “Now come on: that take-out is calling my name.”

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‘eveng

‘eveng [ˈʔɛ.vɛŋ] n. child

Anonymous Request: Neteyam returns home to the forest after leaving for a year for war to find his mate and their newborn daughter who he didnt know about

Neteyam returns, having secured peace for your people after a year of war, to find you have a very big - and also very small - surprise for him.

Part 2

824 words.

"Hush now, beloved," you say to the crying baby in your arms, only a week old, as you tuck her into the sling that you use to carry her around and keep your arms free.

Once she is completely skin to skin with you, she calms down instantly, having only needed connection with her mother - and maybe a little milk.

You lean forward, turning the food you have cooking on the fire over, and pat her back gently to lull her to sleep.

Though the last week has been the most exhausting of your life, it also also been the most fulfilling and rewarding - the only thing missing is your mate, the father of your beautiful child, Neteyam.

Almost a year ago he left, and though you knew it was necessary for your people that he do so, every day since, you had suffered in his absence.

And then come to find out, you were expecting your first child with no way to get word to him, especially without risking your life - it made the suffering even greater, to think of all he was missing out on.

It eased your pain a little, to have a piece of him here in your arms, in the form of his daughter, but you pleaded with Ewya constantly to return him to you.

--

Neteyam dismounted his Ikran and without a glance back at his brother, whom he had returned with, he took off sprinting, only one thing on his mind.

You.

He ran towards Home Tree with such an urgency, his feet moving faster than they ever had, and though many tried to greet him, all he had to say was, "Where is Y/N?"

Eventually, someone pointed him in the right direction. She was near the center of home tree, where most meals were prepared, and he saw the back of her first. With many other clan members, she was tending to the fires.

He noticed her hair was longer, and unbraided, tied back in one long pony tail - she had never worn her hair like that before, it was always meticulously braided.

"Y/N!" he practically screamed as he approached.

She turned quickly, dropping what was in her hand, and he stopped dead in his tracks when she stood up.

What. Was. That?

--

You could hardly believe your ears at first, until your eyes confirmed what you were hearing.

Neteyam was home. He was home, here before you, running full speed at you - and then he was stopped, dead in his tracks, at the sight of his daughter.

You felt nervous now. You had dreamed every moment of him being home, but now that he was, you wondered if he might be angry with you.

"Neteyam!" you screamed, and closed the gap by taking the few steps between you. You were still a little sore - birth will do that to you - so you couldn't move as quickly as you could before, though you were still quicker than you had been at the end stages of your pregnancy.

"Y/N, this... we..." he stammered, staring with a slack jaw and wide eyes.

You pulled back the cover of the sling to reveal your daughter, wrinkly and skinny as any newborn was, nuzzled against your breast.

"This is your daughter, Neteyam."

He reached out, placing one hand on your shoulder and the other on her back through the sling.

"She's so small," he said, his voice quiet and full of reverence as his eyes filled with tears. "She's so beautiful. Does, did you name her?"

You shook your head. "No, I was waiting for you. You missed so much, Neteyam. The pregnancy, the birth - just a week ago - and I want you to name her. You can wait, until you've spent time with her."

Carefully, you removed her from the sling. She fussed at the loss of warmth and contact, and Neteyam jumped into action. Carefully, you placed her in his arms, and he held her firmly to his broad chest.

Tears falling down your face now, you placed your hand over your mouth and smiled.

"She's so small," he said again. He leaned forward, wrapping his free arm around you, holding the both of you tightly. "I missed you. I... I'm so sorry I wasn't there for you."

You rested your head on his chest, listening to his hammering heartbeat. "You are here now. Our family is complete."

You cried together, and stood like that for quite a while.

"Parul," Neteyam said after only a moment. Miracle. "I want to name her Paurul. She's a miracle and you've blessed me with her."

You smiled at each other, and Neteyam pressed a firm kiss to your lips. A tension you hadn't realized you'd been carrying seemed to melt away, knowing you no longer had to face parenthood alone, knowing that your soulmate was back with you and you would never allow him to leave again.

"Parul. Perfect."

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Mooooo ! I love you so much bby 💕 my I request one with Alfie with the touch starved prompts “you never have to earn my affection-not now, not ever” and “I’m never more at peace than when I’m in yours arms”? Thank you lovely❤️❤️

My baby girl!!!!!!! Ugh thank you so much for sending this in. Did my heart ache writing this? Yes. Did my stomach hurt? Also yes. Am I sorry for it? NO. WE DO NOT APOLOGIZE FOR EMO HOURS IN THIS HOUSE. Hehehe Anyway I love ya so much I hope you enjoyyyyyy.

100 Follower Celebration: Your Love is Enough

Alfie Solomons x Fem!Reader

There were many perks that came with being Alfie's woman. While there was certainly a good deal of danger lurking around, there was an undeniable air of safety you had due to all the eyes watching. You got access to all the hot goings on around the city. You lived comfortably. And above all, you got to love Alfie Solomons fully and purely and unabashed. There was only one downside really... the talk.

It was no secret that you were significantly younger than Alfie. It was something you and Alfie never shied away from and didn't feel a need to. Regardless of any age difference, you and Alfie understood each other on a cosmic level, a way no one else could. You loved him with your whole heart and soul and Alfie would burn down the world if you asked him to. You were one. And anyone who truly knew you and Alfie knew that this was true love. That this was the type of love and devotion that epics were written about and empires crumbled over. But there were always going to be people who didn't know. Always going to be people who didn't understand.

You were perusing fabric patterns in the shop down the street one early afternoon, looking for the final pattern to add to a quilt you were making for Ollie's soon to be born first child. You delicately touched the cotton blends along an aisle, imagining how it would look along the squares you had already picked, taking mental note as to what was available.

"I just cannot imagine what he sees in her. I mean... she is a child isn't she?"

Your ears perked up to the tone. It was Mrs. Vorsed from down the corner, the one you waved to every morning without even a smile in return. Another voice responded, "You know how men are. They just want a little toy to play house with until they find a wife."

Who on earth could they be talking about?

"Mr. Solomons needs a real woman in his home. My Portia knows what it means to be a lady of the house, and knows her place. I mean that girl he is shacked up with... I can hear her shouts and laughter from down the street! What does she know about keeping a home, much less keeping a man?"

A snicker erupts, "Well I'm sure she won't last long. He'll tire of her eventually when he realizes what he truly needs. Then Portia can swoop right in!"

The cackles fade away with the sharp chops of heavy footed steps. Despite your efforts, the knot in your throat never went down. You lungs refused to take in breath as the words spun in your mind. How could they say those things so confidently? They didn't even know you. They never even stepped foot into the house, how could they know how you keep it? Alfie never said more than a good morning to Mrs. Vorsed. How could they know anything about you or Alfie? Yet their words kept spinning and spooling around in your mind. What if... what if they were right?? What if people saw something that you couldn't see? What if you had deluded yourself into thinking that Alfie was truly happy and in love with you? What if he was unhappy but didn't want to tell you out of duty. It all became too much in your chest, and you left the store without your fabric, but the weight of the world on your chest.

That evening Alfie could not wait to get home to you. Every evening Alfie nearly buzzed at the prospect of coming home to see your face again, and wrap himself around you, getting as close as possible. You made his day better. You made his life brighter and joyful and meaningful. It made all the business and badness worth it. Stepping through the threshold with a press to the mezuzah, Alfie calls out, "Sweet girl! I'm home! You in the kitchen darling?"

He hears you call back and smiles wide, stomach growling hungry for supper and you. Taking off his coat and hat he ambles into the kitchen, watching you stir something magical in the massive soup pot. "My dove ,my angel, my joy, what are you doing? Making food for the Royal Navy are we?"

You turn to him, and he can clearly see that something is wrong. Your lips are quivering and poorly attempting to portray a smile, and your eyes are glassy and red rimmed. He feels a stab in his chest, "Now wait a minute treacle... what's got you crying?"

You wiped your cheek and turned away, "I'm not crying."

With a scoff he grabs your chin gently, turning you to face him, "I thought we didn't lie to each other my sweet. Especially since you're the worst liar since the Garden of Eden. Why are you crying? Come on now confess."

You shrugged as Alfie's hands moved up and down your arms, "It's nothing. Stupid really I shouldn't be crying."

"Nah nah. It ain't stupid if it's got my sweet girl crying like that. Out with it."

The tears kept falling, though you tried to keep an even tone, "I just... I heard some women talking. Mrs. Vorsed and another lady."

Alfie rolled his eyes, "Always a bad sign. C'mon what else."

You sniffled, "And... well... they said that... I wasn't good enough for you. That I didn't know how to be a good woman to you. And that you would be better off with someone else. That you would soon grow tired of me. That I'm not deserving of you, and Portia Vorsed would be a better match for you."

The tears started coming harder, and you couldn't help the shaking of your body. Alfie's stomach dropped, and rage replaced it. Alfie shook your shoulders a bit in his passion, "What the fuck is wrong with them? Treacle, Mrs. Vorsed is the worst gossip in Camden, and doesn't know anything about anything. She hasn't got anything better to do but talk absolute shit. Portia, right? She is the silliest woman in town, she can't even do basic arithmetic because she's too busy being an idiot. I mean fuck me treacle I can barely say good morning to Mrs. Vorsed without getting proper fucking agitated!"

Alfie kissed your forehead and brought you to his chest, "YOU are the one for me. I don't give a shit what Mrs. Vorsed or what any other decrepit woman or idiot man thinks. You are my life. You are my stars and my moon and my sun alright? You don't have to be 'good enough' for me. Fuck you just are. You never have to earn my love. You've always had it. Even before I knew you my old and brittle heart was yours. You got that?"

You nodded, the tears pooling in his shirt. Alfie pulled you away from him to look into your eyes. "And treacle I don't even think Mrs. Vorsed can see more than a meter in front of her so she probably has no clue who she is talking about."

You laughed despite the tears and Alfie grinned. All he wanted to do every day was to make you smile. He was convinced that was what he was put on this earth to do. You put your hand to his face, feeling him lean into the warmth of your palm. "I just want to love you and care for you like you do me. I just worry that I don't do enough sometimes."

He grabbed your hand, kissing your fingertips, "Ah my sweet. I'm never more at peace than when I'm in your arms. I'm never more at home than when you're next to me. The whole business could go to shit and I'd still be the richest man in the world because I have the greatest treasure in you. And I mean that my love. You believe your old man right?"

You nod. The lump in your throat finally dissapated and the weight melted away. There was truly no love like Alfie's and yours. People could talk all they want. People could make any assumptions they wanted. That didn't change what was true. And what was true was that you and Alfie belonged to each other and would for all of eternity.

[writteninsunflowers]

Soft Nights

Rain tapped perpetually against the window of the Bakugou house. The sound usually lulls you into a deeper sleep, instead, it jolts you awake, eyes slowly looking around the dark bedroom. Once your eyes adjust to the light from the mini nightlight, you realize that you're alone. Katsuki, your husband had come home after a hard day of hero work, showered, fed, and played with your daughter, Kiyomi, then climbed in bed after one last look into her bedroom. It was rare to wake up and not find Katsuki still cuddled into your back.

Sure when he was still a rookie, he'd be out late still completing paperwork, and dealing with constant complaints from his boss, now with seven years under his belt, his shared agency with Izuku, and now with a wife and child at home, he'd made it his duty to be home before 10 p.m. every night. You search blindly for your phone, tapping the screen to check the time, 1:51 a.m., just a few minutes short of the time your body would usually wake you to check in on Kiyomi. Maybe Katsuki had been called in for a late-night mission, or he might be in your home office reading over a case. You pad into the bathroom to relieve your bladder, then head toward the nursery. Once inside, you turn on the lamp, already prepping the changing table when you notice that the crib is empty. Exiting the room, you walk toward the opposite end of the house, your steps halting once you've reached the threshold of your living room. A smile graces your face as you stand against the wall, hiding in the shadows. You watch silently as Katsuki paces the floor, your daughter curled into his chest, right over his heart as he hums a tune that you're sure that you've heard his mother hum to Kiyomi as she rocked her to sleep. Your heart soars, continuing to watch Katsuki as he sways side to side.

Only a handful of people have ever seen your husband in such a peaceful state, blond brows relaxed, his normal scowl replaced with a soft smile. Anyone who knew the man personally knew that the angel in his arms was his peace. She and her mother were his world, his life, and the reason to be a better man. Katsuki may have been one of the Top 5 pro heroes, an accomplishment he is proud of, though he still had days when he felt that being a hero was just too much. He still had nightmares of the occasional civilian deaths and his kidnapping by the L.O.V. in high school. Katsuki was grateful that you encouraged him, even if it did take him six months of denial, three arguments that led to many nights of sleeping on the couch in the office with no sex. The trait that he admired the most about you was your passion. When you were passionate about something, you did not give up, and you were pretty damned passionate about your family and friends and their well-being. So when you'd finally grown tired of the tossing and turning and the sleepless nights, you scheduled Katsuki's first therapy session. Of course, the stubborn bull by the name of Katsuki made that difficult. It took him about two months to finally open up and almost a full year to understand that some things were out of his control and that he was indeed deserving of love and forgiveness. He eventually invited Izuku, who had forgiven him years ago, but appeased him anyway. Eventually, Katsuki started to smile more around his family and friends, a sense of calmness overtaking him when in the presence of his loved ones.

Katsuki's eyes open, taking in the peaceful look on his daughter's face. She smiled as she slumbered, snuggling deeper into her father's warm chest. He fingers at thick chestnut curls, placing a soft kiss into her hair. Deciding that it was now time to put Kiyomi in her crib, he grabs the soft elephant blanket from the nearby sofa, turning toward the hallway to be met by you. He tugs you under his arm once he's in reach, placing a kiss on your lips then continues toward Kiyomi's room. Once you've returned to your bed, Katsuki pulls you into his chest, fingers sliding into your hair soothingly. He plays with a single curl until he feels you relax further into his chest, finally drifting to sleep. He kisses your forehead, softly whispering, "Thank you", then wraps his arms protectively around you before finally joining you and your daughter in Dreamland.

[angelicblondie]

Hi!

I love the PJO show ver. of Luke, I'm so very normal about him skvqmw

So, for a fanfic request, I was thinking... It's the 4th of July, so everyone is staying up late, and fem!child of Apollo user and Luke are off in a different part of Camp to see the fireworks. And well their alone and waiting, he confesses how he fell in love with her (they're dating to begin with btw), and she lights up.

Like, glow-wise. Like Will can do.

awww this is the cutest thing ever!! im not exactly sure what you mean by "glow-wise" (bc i admit i havent read any of the recent books bc i just couldnt get into them), but i'll try my best hehe <333

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the fourth of the july was your favorite day of the whole summer each year. you weren't exactly sure why - maybe it was that all camp duties were dismissed for the day, maybe it was that you held a deep love of america (which you didn't of course, but something about the fourth of july strangely made you a bit patriotic), or maybe it was that all the senior campers snuck off to the beach to watch the fireworks light. "snuck" might be the wrong word, considering chiron and mr. d definitely knew about it, but obviously they didn't really care since you guys never got in trouble.

moments like these were times you got to escape reality, even if it was just for a moment. it was a breath of fresh air to just be like every other teenager in the country, make a bonfire at the beach, and watch the fireworks. it was nice to pretend.

you, like every other person on the beach, had a red solo cup in your hands, taking leisurely sips. you decided to take it easy tonight - you wanted to witness the fireworks fully sober, which was unlike last year when you got plastered and your poor best friend (now boyfriend) luke had to take care of you the whole night. bless his heart!!

after spending the first half of the night chatting away with your girlfriends, luke came up behind you, placing his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder. you didn't even flinch, knowing it was him, and you leaned back against him, hugging his arms around you with warm smile.

luke greeted your friends (who were smiling teasingly at your lovesick expression) and asked to take you away, to which they gave in with no hesitation. luke whisked you away to walk along the shore, away from the gathering.

you hugged his arm as it began to get chillier away from the fire, and right by the water. you walked mostly in silence, enjoying the pure serenity and peace in the moment, loving the way his arms radiated warmth into your skin.

you eventually found a log to sit on, the chatter of the gathering being out of earshot, but the bonfire still being visible. luke tore off his hoodie for you, and you swore to him as you put it on that you would return it (which you both knew wasnt true).

even with his hoodie on you still cuddled up close to him, staring out into the pitch black water and starry sky. "where did connor and travis even get these fireworks?" you ask him, voice muffled into his arm.

luke chuckled a bit when asked about his siblings. "zues knows," he muttered, turning down to look at you, cheeks scrunched up against his bicep with a faraway look in your eyes. for some reason, he couldn't stop looking at you - the way the water view in front of you reflected in your eyes, the way your lips sat in a gentle pout, how big his hoodie was on you - it gave him a sense of pride that you were his. that he had somehow, someway, managed to get you.

he began to smile to himself, and shook his head, almost as if he couldn't believe this was his life. and the way you looked up at him, turning your eyesight away from the view solidified his admiration.

you looked up at him the same way you looked at the stars and sea just then - with wonder and serenity. you bit your lip for a moment, as if you were hesitating to speak. "when'd you fall in love w'me?" you ask quietly and curiously.

luke raises his eyebrows at your question. "jeez, sunshine, where'd that come from?" he asks, and you giggle softly. "i dunno, i guess i was j'wondering," you explain, still looking up at him fondly.

luke blows out a breath of air and looks away to think. he racked his brain, trying to remember. in truth, luke believed he had always been in love with you, or as least slowly falling over time. but, if he thought about it, there was one moment he remembered admitting it to himself.

it was on your last birthday, a couple months after the two of you had started dating. your father (apollo), like every year, had left you a gift on your side table to wake up to. this year it had been a necklace with a sun on it, and he remembered you were so excited. "its like i can carry a piece of him everywhere!" you had excitedly squealed to your boyfriend after breakfast. he also remembered all the other years before feeling a bit jealous - and being incredibly guilty about it. your father gave you gifts, and visited you in your dreams - yet his father could only ever give him a doomed quest. he always knew he should've been souly happy for you, and he was, but the fucked up and bitter part of him was a bit envious of the love you had received effortlessly. now looking back, it felt stupid, because he didnt need his father to love him - as long as you did, nothing else mattered in his books.

he guessed that it was then when he realized that he loved you. this time around, he couldn't even be jealous, because he understood. luke loved you so much, that if he could, he would give you just abut anything you desired, simply for existing. he didn't have it in him to be bitter, because he was just so happy that you were happy on your special day.

after a moment, luke turned back to you to explain. the whole time he spoke, you lips were twisted in a soft smile and your eyes were lit up, feeling in awe of how lucky you were. moments like these made you feel grateful for your boyfriend. you didn't exactly know what life would look like without him, but you knew you never wanted to find out.

you pouted. "aww, lukey, that was adorable!" you exclaim, your hoodie-covered fingers grabbing his face and placing a fat kiss on his lips. he chuckled. "alright, back up." he joked.

you giggled, resting you head on his shoulder. "love you, luke." you say softly and quietly.

"love y'too, sunshine." luke whispered back, scincere michief filling his voice.

not too long after, the fireworks were lit, and you and luke watched in awe as the bright colors filled the sky, hearing the distant whoops and hollars from the campers not far away along the shore. luke tried to distract you, peppering kisses on you face and tickling you, so you giggled you scolded him, telling him you wanted to enjoy the moment and look at the fireworks. but you knew deep down that his teasing would only make the memory sweeter, and undoubtedly unforgettable.

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[socksracoon10]

Can you do headcanon of being Davy Jones and Calypso's daughter please?

It was a miracle in itself that Calypso had agreed to sire a child for Davy Jones

The creature was ELATED to find out that he was having a child, and as most men from the 17th century, he had desperately wished for it to be a son

Of course, that was until he saw you and realized that you were... the runt of his dreams

Not that he would openly ever say he didn't want a daughter, but it was clear from the start that it wasn't something he was very keen on.

However, as Captain of the Flying Dutchman, he left quite shortly after your birth to return to the sea.

You never saw him for most of your childhood

But you saw your mother, much to the point where she became an overbearing presence in your life.

You tried to go out on your own will, finding the sea calling out your name

Calypso was quick to correct you and brought you back to face the land

through her you learned valuable spells and tricks, growing your talents in the arts that she was fluent in

But you had inherited your father's frustration and urge to plunder and explore

and it was growing more and more every day

the longer you stayed on the land

the longer your anger grew

there was no peace within your mind

and Calypso knew very well

she also knew that when Davy Jones would return, she would have to stash you away somewhere far in fear that you would leave her too

So, when Davy Jones returned after another decade, he was baffled to see no sign of anyone. He was lost, he was confused, he was broken.

He blamed it on you.

And he swore to get his revenge on both daughter and mother.

Unbeknownst to Calypso, however, you had slipped into a ship in order to find more truth about your supposed father and you continued to live among the pirates away from both parents until you became a full-fledged adult.

That's where all the problems began.

You missed your mother, deeply, but you knew that going back would torment your soul.

And the longer you stayed out in the seas, the greater risk you put on yourself to be caught by Davy Jones.

So, unfortunately, there was only one person you could turn to for help and it was possible the worst decision you could've made.

Jack Sparrow.

He saw you more as a little sister (thankfully) and vowed to protect you on land and on sea

Because truth be told, he feared Davy Jones a little bit too

He never told you the reason why, though

And you never asked him for it, because on your mind you were fixed with other things

Your father wanting your head and your mother wanting you back

It was back between the turmoil you felt as a child - is it the sea or the land that called you?

Where did your responsibility lie? Proving to be a good daughter to your mother, or proving to your father that you were not as cursed as he thought you to be?

But, everything has a plan by the Universe. And your planner clearly did not like to keep you waiting

Because you eventually did reunite with your mother through Jack Sparrow, and Davy Jones followed after with a solemn gaze.

You possessed both their qualities, both their traits and powers.

And if they hated you, so be it.

You weren't going to be dictated by them when they were absent for most of your life.

You were your own person.

You clicked your heels as you stared at the two, before staring back at the rest of the crew behind you.

You stepped forward, a menacing glare on your face.

And the rest was history...

A/N: I hope you like it!!! It was a bit rushed, I'm a little sorry, because of some work I was doing but I'm so glad I got to answer this request! Thank you so much!!!

[darylsdelts]

Disclaimer!: I am not a writer😭 I just wanna say stuff that I think about Daryl cuz it’s fun and he’s all I think about so that’s what this is.

I really believe that Daryl has anxiety. Like, it was super bad when he was a little kid, feeling like he could throw up or pass out any time he was in a social situation, it was more visible as a child with wobbly legs and shaky hands. Merle would just call him a pussy and tell him to grow up so over the years he learnt how to deal with it better, making it completely invisible to anyone else.

Once the apocalypse started it was kind of a blessing in disguise, it was just Daryl and his big brother so he pretty much forgot he even had anxiety. It wasn’t so bad at the quarry and the farm because he kept his distance. He’d go off on carol when she got too close because he got comfortable being alone and when others would invade his space he'd feel the old spike of nausea that reminds him who he really is, a coward like his brother told him.

during the time at the prison, he got closer to the group, in proximity and friendship wise. there wasn't much choice but he eased himself into talking to rick more instead of just taking orders without another word. He got closest to carol because somehow she seemed to understand him and she knew not to push and to give him space.

when merle returned, so did the old daryl, becoming more hostile and like a little puppy who does what merle says but he came to his senses eventually.

after getting stuck with Beth after the fall of the prison he came to realise that not everyone thinks hes some freak of nature. people can be good, some people are just good, beth was good, beth made daryl feel like he could be good, maybe he was good already.

beth dying set daryl back. whats the point of letting anyone get close if they die anyways? he still had carol though and she understood him.

arriving at alexandria, carol changed, shes smart. Daryl didnt change, the fact he was in a community with people playing happy families, which he never had, was a big enough change for him. This is when he’s oh so kindly reminded that hes still that little boy from the beginning. not having to deal with his anxious habits for such a long time has meant that he’d forgotten how. the amount of people trying to make him feel welcome and the way he felt trapped was too much to handle for him, he’d prefer to be out there.

he’s grateful for aaron, aaron NEEDS daryl to be out there. Daryl is not useless.

however, there are still plenty of times where he feels like he is. when occasional meetings are held, there have been many times where daryl has had to subtly leave, feeling the pit in his stomach grow too powerful, feeling like he could throw up from how anxious he is, he knows that that’s the telltale sign of his body about to have a panic attack and he’d rather die than be seen trying to manage that. sometimes he’d try to stay and get through it but carol notices the deep breaths he takes to try to calm himself and the way his fingernails have gone purple. it makes it so much worse when someone notices.

He knows it’s strange that he feels more at peace when killing walkers and spending time in the forest rather than being in a safe home with a warm bed but, he’s not used to that, he never had that and he doesn’t feel like he deserves it but he does, he’s been deserving of it way before the outbreak.

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I might write a lil Drabble thing where the reader gets to know daryl and his nervous habits and they help him??

[azne09]

Kny OC introduction

Harumiko was born as the middle child of a peasant's family in the country-side. She remembers having one eldest brother and a youger sister, Tatsuya and Kaori. Her father was a land labourer, but she has very little memory of him, as well of her mother. When she was around 6 years old, her father had a working accident the that left him unable to work for a long period of time, and eventually escalated into an illness which plunged the family in extreme poverty.

Desesprate to not let her children and husband starve, Harumiko's mother sold her. She remembers the long trip she and the old man who took her made across the region, and how he brought her a lolipop on the way throughout a city— it was the first time she ever tasted a candy.

The old man eventually took her Tokyo and tried to sell her to a Geisha house in order to make a better profit. Harumiko was sold to the very last house they visited, and never saw the old man ever again. The Okiya's owner, "Mother Yuta", was actually going to turn her away because of her light hair color and malnourished body. It was her uncle, "Ojiisan" (every girl in the house call him grandfather) and one of the eldest girls, Genko, a Maiko at the time, who convinced her to take Harumiko in. Had they not, she would have been sold to a brothel in Yoshiwara.

Harumiko mostly grew up under Genko's wing. Genko was protective, but hot-tempered, with short patience and a straightforward personality and a domineering presence, teaching her that "If demons don't eat you in this world, other humans will." A total contrast to Jua, the other eldest, who was soft, peaceful, attentive and indulging. But was also manipulative, calculating and envious.

At school, Harumiko stood out for her wit, litterary knowledge, and talent for board games as well as her grace in dancing and humurous personality. Though diligent in her studies, she was also remarked for being a bit too outspoken. The spring after her 16th birthday, Mother Yuta judged Harumiko to have completed her education at school and to be ready to make her debut as a Maiko.

On her debut night, Harumiko accompanied Genko and Jua to a dinner organized by many wealthy businessmen. She was completely overshadowed by the presence of the other more experienced Geishas and Maikos and was only able to speak with one person for the entire evening.

A certain Tsukihiko, seated next to her, takes an interest in her and they both spend the rest of the dinner talking about diverse subjects. The man even shows Huremiko a photo of his wife and daughter, and by the end of the evening assures her that she might have a bright future waiting ahead of her. The next day, Huremiko realizes that she forgot to return the handkershief the man had lent her at some point during dinner, and tries to seek more about his identity in order to give it back.

Little did she knew that man was actually none other than Kibutsuji Muzan himself and that the bright future he promised her was one where she would have to spend meddling with demons and using the best of her skills in order to survive.

Fun Facts

— Though she has no fighting training whatsoever, Harumiko has very strong legs and her high-kicks are very effective— she also has lots of strengh in her back and a great endurance.

— Harumiko spent her childhood climbing the roofs of the Asakusa district and thus become a surprisingly skillfull climbers, also having a great sense of balance. Though she is now forbidden to climb and run across the roofs, she sometimes sneaks up in order to take short-ways.

[inbarfink]

Simon loved Betty dearly, but he was always kinda passively ignorantly selfish in their relationship. Allowing Betty to be needlessly self-sacrificial while not really giving her anything like that in return because… he was just not really noticing the pattern or how unhealthy obsessed Betty was with him.

Simon’s tunnel vision and incredible level of ignorance about Betty’s obsession and infatuation is so clear when you compare Simon’s original narrative of Betty leaving him with what actually happened.

Simon was so sure Betty left him because he just said or did something so horrible that no reasonable person could still love him like that. She probably just left him and spent the rest of her pre-War days peacefully alone or with someone else. But Betty instinctively knew she would never do that, the only person she would leave Simon for, is Simon 

But ever since the double-whammy of being Cursed and Betty ‘leaving’ him made his self-image tank - Simon taught himself to love others in the same unhealthy self-sacrificial and codependent way that Betty loved him. 

First there was Marcy. Simon himself nearly directly say, in his very first scene in ‘Fionna and Cake’, that he would be a wreck without Marceline being around - as something to give him a purpose. 

And that purpose was pretty heavily tied in with a sense of self-sacrifice.

It… was a difficult situation, to survive and take care of a little child in the middle of a Magical Nuclear War with a cursed artifact that would have consumed his mind sooner or later. But all evidence suggests that Simon was maybe a bit too eager to use the Crown to protect Marcy. 

Maybe partly a magically-induced compulsion to use the Crown more and more, but also I think… he found his purpose in the idea that he’s going to sacrifice himself for Marcy’s sake. Even as it pained Marcy to see him like - even as she, a little girl, was trying to stop him.

And eventually… it got to the point where the only way to actually keep her safe was to leave her. 

A heartbreaking traumatic experience with a vital role within the rich tapestry of traumatic experiences that is Marceline’s life. 

And… it’s hard to say what he should’ve done in the situation, there’s probably not a scenario where everything works out perfectly. We literally saw what happened if he hadn’t put the Crown at all and it was not a pretty sight. 

Simon was doomed from the moment he found that Crown. But at the very least, keeping himself together through nuclear Armageddon by focusing all of his energy into saving Marcy is what burned that streak of self-sacrificial selflessness into his psyche.

We see it most within the Fionna and Cake storyline, of course, and how eager he became to doom himself again for the sake of someone else who needed him, but…Even with Betty herself, despite not even being around, with how obsessed he became with his ‘Princess’. By the end, winning back Betty’s love was the only motivation he could find to regaining his own mind. 

And then when he finally regained his sanity briefly, for the price of a very, very limited time left to his life

he decided to dedicate it all to apologize to Betty. There’s clear, like, parallels done with the Bus Stop scene, I think

But Simon wasn’t trying to convince Betty to come with him, or stay with Past Simon or even find out more about what happened to her - it wasn't about what he wanted, for once. He was just trying to give her some peace of mind and closure. He was sacrificing all of his remaining time on earth for that.

But at this point, all that ended up doing was reinforce their original unequal relationship dynamic. 

And actually lay the ground for the problems within it to grow worse.

[lokisprettygirl]

Close Ties (Daemon Targaryen x Female Reader) (Modern AU) (Non canon) (18+)

Read Chapter 2 // Series Masterlist

Chapter 3

Summary: Tension between you and uncle Daemon increases as you realise your feelings might not be one sided.

Warning: 18+, dad's best friend trope, canon (we don't know her), familial uncle niece sort of relationship but he's not really her uncle, there will be smut later, significant age gap but reader is in her mid twenties, mention of infidelity, divorce, smoking and alcohol drinking,

"When did you return?" Aemond walked towards Daemon to give him a hug and for a moment Daemon seemed as if he was in shock but eventually he wrapped his arms around his nephew and greeted him. What were the odds you thought, his actual nephew was in the same place at the same time and not just that but he had the fortune of bumping into you.

He was a fun guy, you couldn't deny that, it took him five minutes to win over everyone around him, as he sat down next to you you felt Daemon's eyes on you but as you looked at him he quickly averted his gaze. You wondered what kind of mess you'd get into if you were to start dating the guy next to you but Daemon wouldn't care right? You were not a child and nobody was allowed to tell you what to do, after the dinner before Aemond left to go join his friends he kissed your cheek and exchanged phone number with you, you both had decided to meet again tomorrow.

"Oh my godddd I'm so excited for you..this is exactly what you needed" Cassandra squealed as she wrapped her arms around you, as you hugged her back you noticed Daemon excusing himself to go smoke in peace. What was he thinking now? You didn't know why you felt so pulled towards him, maybe it was because of the way he seemed so broken that resonated with you. Or maybe it was the truth of the situation that you wanted your hot uncle to fuck you. Or maybe it was both.

"Don't get too excited..he's just a guy" you chuckled as you pulled away from her so she rolled her eyes,

"Well he's not Daemon i knowww" she giggled and blushed and it was your turn to roll your eyes, however deep down all you wanted was to be her, Daemon was Daemon and he was unique in his own ways. Even his own nephew couldn't compare to him.

"So how's it going between you two?" you cleared your throat as you both walked towards the beach,

"Well sex is good.."

You didn't need to hear that.

"Ofcourse"

"He's so different from other men i have been with..there's something about him you knowww" she mumbled as she started into the distance so you stopped walking and looked at her,

"He's emotionally unavailable right now cass, I hope you know that" she grimaced as you tried to knock some sense into her.

"Gee I don't care, sooner or later he's going to fall in love with me like they all do" she said proudly and you resisted the urge to roll your eyes,

"And you? What about you?"

"Well I do like him.. we'll see" she winked at you so you smiled. You wondered if she'd have gone after him if she knew how you felt about him. She had been with that one guy you liked in college but she didn't know you liked him. It has happened quite a few times where you found someone attractive but they only came to you because they wanted to get to her but that wasn't really her fault.

Her phone started to ring so she excused herself and walked away, that's when you decided to go check on Daemon, he'd have done the same for you.

At the secluded corner of the beach, you found him sitting by the water's edge, his feet almost in the waves. When you sat down next to he turned his head to look at you, his hair was a mess due to the heavy wind and all you wanted to do was kiss him, your thoughts were always filled with such images whenever you were alone with him

"Are you alright uncle?" You questioned him so he chuckled as if he was remembering something,

"You know you didn't use to address me like that when you were a child" you looked at him confused as he said that,

"What do you mean.. of course I did"

"Yeah, sometimes you did. Not always though.. sometimes you just called me Mister Daemon.. but now you just keep calling me uncle as if to remind me of our familial relationship " his gaze fixated at you and you felt your face heating up, he was letting his intrusive thoughts win here. What did he mean? Why did his words make you feel so bothered? Maybe you were doing it on purpose.

"Do I have to remind you?" You smiled softly so he chuckled and shook his head.

"It's not something i can afford to forget"

"Ummmm so your nephew..why were you so shocked to see him" You asked him to cut the tension between you two so he took the last puff of his cigarette and threw it into the waters.

"Haven't seen him since I left, he grew into a man ..I have been.. neglecting everyone..my family, my friends here..you lot" he sighed so you placed your hand on his forearm which immediately made him look at you again..

He placed his fingers on your chin and made you look at him since you were avoiding eye contact, for a moment you thought he'd lean in and kiss you but it was probably all in your head, maybe you were reading too much into his actions

"You fancy him don't you?"

He chuckled as he asked you before he put his hand away from you, everytime he was around you he found himself feeling a mixture of emotions, a part of him felt perverted and disgusted by his own thinking, another wanted to protect you in every possible way, he had just gotten out of a long term relationship, he was assured he still was in love with Stella then how come he had such conflicting feelings about his supposed niece,

"I don't know..yet. He seems nice but then all men do at the beginning..it's weird I knew he seemed familiar when I met him"

"He was at my wedding "

"Yeahh.. and he's your nephew..I don't know if I should..I mean you just got back and if things get messy between us it would affect all of us"

"Don't worry I'm not leaving so soon again" you smiled as he said that. You didn't want him to leave again.

"Sooo ummm you and Cass –"

"What about it?" He didn't even let you finish as if the mere idea of him and Cassandra bothered him,

"Nothing i… are you ..i mean.. nevermind" you squeezed your eyes as you fumbled with your words,

"It's just a fling darling" he quickly interjected,

"Well sometimes that's how it begins"

"I know..but I'm not ready for a woman like her..been there, done that already"

"What do you mean?" You raised your brows in confusion as he said that,

"You know what I mean..she's fun..but in life you need more than just fun"

"She can be more, she's not vapid or whatever you think of her..Are you slut shaming her?"

He raised his brows and smirked as you accused him, you felt as if you had to defend your best friend, that's what she'd have done too. Right?

"Nothing shameful about it if she wants to be a slut ..it's her life..her choice. But not every man is comfortable building a relationship with such a girl he knows he can't ever trust to be faithful" you bit on your cheek as he said that.

"Ohh then why did you marry a slut yourself?"

He tilted his head as you said that, you knew you had stepped out of line but you felt a bit annoyed at the moment, he was 43 so you kind of understood his traditional views but it still bothered you.

Would he feel the same way about you if you were to make advances towards him..even though you won't?

"I did.. and i regret it ..i wasted my youth on her, now I'm old and got nothing much to offer"

Now you just felt bad for him. This divorce has messed him up you knew that, he probably never would have returned if it wasn't for his marriage falling apart.

"You're still young uncle Daemon..I'm sure you have got a lot to offer but you need to stop being a slut yourself" he chuckled as you said that.

There it was, the world uncle that made him want to lay you down on his lap and spank you until you'd be whimpering underneath him.

"You're just like your mum"

"I hope that's a compliment!"

"Of Course..your father was always a blessed man"

Sucks that he had almost ruined his life once for a frivolous night of fun, he thought.

You watched Cassandra walking towards you two so you sighed, this was your queue to leave.

"Well good night then uncle Daemon"

"Goodnight darling Pixie" he answered softly.

"Oooh what was happening here?" Cassandra said, she had tried her best to keep her voice cheery like usual but you could tell she didn't really enjoy it whenever you were alone with Daemon. She had no right to feel that way though, he was your family, not vice versa.

That night you couldn't really sleep and when you finally did you dreamt of Daemon and his body on top of you as he fucked you slowly on that same spot at the beach you both sat on today. As you woke up you came back to reality, you couldn't wait for this vacation to be over so you wouldn't have to witness the romance between him and your bestie. .

That day while you spent it with Aemond, during the dinner when you all got back together you noticed Daemon's eyes on you, perhaps he was just worried about your equation with Aemond, but every time you looked at him he was looking right at you, he even smiled at times which made you feel giddy.

Daemon spent that night chilling with your parents so you spent yours with Cassandra, she couldn't stop talking about daemon, she even asked to see his older pictures so you showed her everything you had on your phone

"Lord he was so hot when he was younger, how did you not have a crush on him y/n?" You gulped as she questioned you. Only if she knew. He was the guy you pleasured yourself to for the very first time.

"He was like my uncle and I was 12 when we met, and he got married two years later" you lied to her so she shrugged in response,

"What about now though?"

"Well he's still like my uncle.. nothing has changed"

"Wooh I'm glad he wasn't here when we were in college, I'd have ruined his marriage" she giggled as she said that, she was way too confident about herself at times. Daemon never would have cheated, he was madly in love with Stella and he wasn't just the type of guy to do that, he believed in love and marriage, he believed in one for forever and maybe that's why he had stayed with her for so long..

"Why did he leave though?" She asked you while she let out a huge yawn so you sighed,

"I don't know.. something happened between him and my dad..they were going to be business partners ..i remember the trip we had taken to Venice together to celebrate the deal but something happened"

You could never figure out the truth though, nobody told you. Your mom always said she didn't know.

"I don't know what though.. everytime me or mum brought him my dad just pretended as if his bestest friend in the world never even existed.. sometimes i wonder–" you turned your head to look at her and she was fast asleep so you tucked her under the covers and got up to go back to your room,

As you stepped out of her room and took the elevator to yours you noticed Daemon fiddling with the key card of his room. He was blackout drunk it seemed, so you walked towards him and helped him open the door,

"You had fun i see" you mumbled softly so he smiled in his half drunken state, his eyes were heavy and you could tell he just wanted to lay down in his bed that very moment. As he stumbled on his feet you grabbed his forearms and helped him steady himself, you looked up at him since he was hell a lot taller than you and he had his eyes on you too which made you feel nervous again.

Before you'd do something really stupid and irreversible, you really wanted to turn around and leave but then he cupped your cheeks between his large hands and all your senses went haywire,

"You're a good girl aren't you?" He mumbled softly, his voice was barely a whisper, your response died in your throat as you felt his thumb rubbing over your lips in a caressing manner, the action didn't exactly seem innocent but he was drunk and you didn't want to read between the drunken lines, his touch ignited a fire within you but you knew you had to control yourself here or you'd end up ruining everything.

"Depends on whatever the definition of a good girl is for you ..uncle"

He leaned down and kissed your cheek tenderly, your brain was so foggy at the moment that you didn't even know whether the sound that escaped your mouth was a gasp or a moan, your arms wrapped around his neck as you clutched onto him and you felt his fingers curling around your waist. You felt his lips on your shoulders and this time you knew for sure that you had moaned ever so slowly in response.

You stayed like that for a moment before you felt him pulling away, maybe the hug felt too intimate and beyond the lines of how an uncle should be hugging his niece because he stepped away from you and immediately stumbled towards his bed to lie down. You walked towards him and took his shoes and socks off so he won't feel uncomfortable at night before you tucked him in and left the room.

God this was going to be super awkward tomorrow. You hoped he wouldn't remember it, a part of you felt guilty when you thought about Cassandra, no he wasn't her boyfriend and no they weren't exclusive or even dating in that sense but you still felt bad. As you reached your room you finally allowed yourself to fully register what had just happened, was he going to kiss you? Did he like you in that sense? Was he attracted to you too? Several questions bothered you but if the answer was yes to any of those questions then you were going to get in serious trouble, it was one thing to thirst after your hot uncle but having him reciprocate it would complicate things even further.

On last day of this trip all of you were supposed to go sightseeing together so you were waiting for Daemon and Cassandra to show up.

Aemond had joined you as well, he wanted to keep seeing you in London and as much as you enjoyed his company you felt as if you were being unfair to him, you didn't say anything to him though.

As Cassandra came walking with a sullen face you felt a bit concerned about her.

"What's wrong?" You asked her, your parents were looking at her as well, your dad was getting anxious to leave, it was the last day and he wanted to enjoy it.

"That old man is hungover af..like he was so rude and dismissive, I'm not going to talk to him again" her voice was loud and shrill as she spoke,

"Told you to not let him drink this much, he has always been lightweight" your mom looked at your dad before she turned to Cassandra "Hon it's not your fault..he just gets cranky"

"Let me call him" your dad stepped aside to give him a call so you looked at Cassandra again,

"Are you okay?" She groaned as you questioned her,

"He seemed so grumpy like a grandpa and just..gahh..he's so frustrating..he's really old isn't he?"

"Maybe he's not feeling well Cass..you don't have to attack his age..it can happen to anyone" you said in a half joking tone but you didn't like how she went straight for his age. Why didn't he come though? Was he avoiding you? Did he remember the scandalous rubbing of the lips and cheek kiss last night?

"Well he's indeed a grumpy old man..he just went off on me that he wanted to sleep" your dad said as he returned so you sighed, Cassandra hugged your father so he comforted her,

"He's so rudeeee" she complained again so you looked at Aemond and told everyone that you'd go check on him once.

"Do you want me to join you?" Aemond asked you so you told him politely that you'd be fine walking by yourself, he didn't complain either which you felt grateful for.

You felt Cass's eyes on you but ignored it, you just wanted to make sure he was okay, and maybe this would kill the awkwardness between you two if there was any.

As you knocked on his door, you waited with bated breaths, why did you feel so nervous around him like a schoolgirl with a crush on her teacher?

"Told you I wanted to sleep –" he opened the door and stopped speaking as he looked at you, his hair was dripping wet, there was a towel wrapped around his waist, his body wasn't the same as you remembered, he used to be one of those guys that were constantly sporting six packs but now he looked soft and maybe he had put on the extra vacation weight as well, and all you wanted to do was snuggle against his soft body.

"What is it Pixie?" He asked you softly, you were expecting him to go off on you as well. Why was he being so gentle with you?

"Ummm I just wanted to make sure you were okay.. Cassandra and dad said you were a bit snappy" you were looking at his bare toes because your face flushed every time you looked at his half naked body so he went inside to put on a tshirt as well as a trouser as quickly as he could,

"Nobody in your family knows of boundaries now do they?" he asked you as he came back to you and stood against the door frame to talk to you. You definitely didn't know a thing about boundaries.

"I'd leave you be then uncle" you turned around to leave but he grabbed your arm and turned you around, you came here to get rid of this frustrating sexual tension between you two and not add even more to it..

"I'm just hungover sweetheart" he mumbled softly so you nodded, you were still not looking at him so he grabbed your chin and as you looked up at him with your doe eyes, in that moment all he wanted to do was pick you up in his arms and forget everything about who you were to him and what sort of relationship he shared with you, he wanted to ruin everything.

"Do you want me to come?" He asked you and you gulped in response, your heart was racing so fast you feared you'd pass out from the sheer jitters you were feeling.

"It's the last day of the trip, it'd be nice to have you there"

He nodded as you said that, you didn't know just yet that he was going to be living with your parents for a while as he settled back in London, he let go of you and went inside to go change, he didn't even close the door so you did it for him.

Daemon wasn't a fool he could tell you were attracted to him but he was the older one here, he had to be the responsible one, he had to protect you from himself or he'd mess it up even more, and this time it'd all be his fault. He couldn't just treat you the way he treated Cassandra, not that he felt she deserved it but he saw her as a grown woman while with you he could never get rid of that sweet innocent face of your younger self he had in his mind when he left and now he had developed this stupid attraction out of nowhere.

Besides, this never would work between you two, your father would kill him, you both were ages apart and what could he give you that men in your age frame couldn't? Even if you were attracted to him, sooner or later you'd realise that things won't last between you two and he wasn't ready for yet another serious relationship, casual worked just fine for him but he probably needed to end things with Cassandra on this trip itself.

As you walked along with him and met up with your family, your parents were all smiles that somehow you had managed to convince him to come while in reality you had done nothing. Cassandra also hugged him as if he had never been snappy or rude with her.

While boarding the yacht daemon walked up to you and kissed your forehead but not in a manner that would raise alarms, it was just a sweet fleeting "I'm your favorite uncle" sort of kiss.

"Thank you darling" he mumbled so you shook your head and chuckled in response,

"No worries..you're family..we all wanted you to be here"

He nodded as you said that before he put his sunglasses down.

"No..I mean for taking care of me last night"

He walked away from you after he said that. He remembered. He remembered everything.

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The Hope Of The Mikaelsons Family Part Twelve The Final

Summary: the Mikaelson family, particularly focusing on the bond between Klaus and his daughter Y/n. After facing challenges and overcoming threats together, they come together for a heartwarming Christmas celebration filled with laughter, love, and festive traditions. The family exchanges gifts, shares intimate moments, and expresses gratitude for the strength and hope Y/n brings to their lives.

Warnings: Emotional moments, Mention of past challenges and struggles, Teasing and banter between family members, Festive holiday atmosphere, Gratitude and love expressed between family members, Reflection on family relationships and bonds

Klaus let out a choked sob as he heard your voice. He leaned forward and wrapped his arms around you, holding you tight. "My little wolf," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "You're back. Thank god, you're back."

He held you for a long moment, just savoring the feeling of having you in his arms again. Eventually, he pulled back and gazed into your eyes.

"I was so scared," he admitted, his voice filled with vulnerability. "I thought I'd lost you forever. But you're here. You're safe."

You reached up and wiped the tears from his cheeks. "I'm here, Dad," you said, your voice growing stronger with each word. "I'm not going anywhere."

Klaus smiled through his tears, his heart filled with gratitude. "I love you, Y/n," he said, his voice shaking with emotion. "I'll never let anything happen to you again."

Klaus turned toward the door, his smile growing wider. "Elijah! Rebekah! Kol! Freya! Hayley!" he called out. "Come quickly! Y/n is awake!"

Within moments, the rest of the Mikaelson family and Hayley rushed into the room, their faces filled with relief and joy.

"Y/n!" Rebekah exclaimed, her eyes shining with tears. "You're back! Thank goodness!"

"We were so worried," Elijah said, his voice filled with emotion. "We didn't know what we would do without you."

Kol grinned and pulled you into a tight hug. "Looks like you're tougher than we thought, little wolf," he said.

Freya stepped forward, a smile on her face. "Welcome back, Y/n," she said softly. "We're all so glad you're okay."

Hayley pulled you into her arms, tears streaming down her face. "Oh, my baby," she whispered, her voice choked with emotion. "I'm so sorry I couldn't protect you. I promise I'll never let anything happen to you again."

You hugged her back, feeling the love and warmth of your family surrounding you. "It's okay, Mom," you said, your voice filled with reassurance. "We're all here now. We're all together."

As you looked around at your family, you felt a sense of peace wash over you. You knew that no matter what happened in the future, you would always have them by your side.

The rest of the family stayed with you for hours, talking and laughing and catching up. And as the sun began to rise outside the window, you drifted off to sleep, secure in the knowledge that you were safe and loved.

Days passed, and with each day, you felt your strength returning. You were eager to get out of bed and start exploring the world again, but your family was hesitant to let you go.

"You need to rest," Hayley said, her voice filled with concern. "You've been through a lot, and we don't want you pushing yourself too hard."

You sighed, feeling frustrated. "I'm fine," you said, your voice growing sharper. "I'm not a child anymore, Mom. I can take care of myself."

Klaus stepped forward, a small smile playing on his lips. "Ah, I see where you get your stubbornness from," he said, his voice teasing.

You rolled your eyes, but you couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. You knew that if anyone could understand your need to be independent, it was your father.

Rebekah laughed, her eyes dancing with amusement. "Oh dear," she said, her voice playful. "It looks like we have two Klaus's to deal with now."

Klaus grinned, his eyes meeting yours. "That's right, sister," he said, his voice filled with pride. "Y/n is just as stubborn and independent as I am."

You smiled back at him, feeling a sense of connection and kinship with your father. You knew that he understood you in a way that no one else could.

But even as you reveled in your newfound independence, you knew that your family was just looking out for you. They loved you, and they wanted to make sure you were safe and healthy.

And so, you agreed to take things slow, to listen to your body and to let your family help you when you needed it. You knew that there would be plenty of time for adventure in the future, but for now, you were content to be surrounded by the people who loved you most.

Vincent's expression was grave as he approached the four Mikaelson siblings. "I have a matter of great importance to discuss with you all," he said, his voice low. "But we must speak privately. It is not something that should be overheard by anyone else."

The four Mikaelsons siblings exchanged worried glances, but nodded in agreement. They knew Vincent well enough to know that he wouldn't be making such a request lightly.

Vincent led them to a quiet, secluded room in the compound, and closed the door firmly behind them. Once they were all seated, he took a deep breath.

Rebekah stepped forward, her eyes blazing with anger. "You can't do this to us," she said, her voice dangerously low. "It took months to get Y/n to talk to us again. We're just starting to rebuild our relationship. If we leave now, we might lose her forever."

Vincent's expression was sympathetic, but he didn't back down. "I understand how difficult this is for you," he said. "But the threat is too great. If you stay here, you could put Y/n in even more danger. You need to trust me on this."

Klaus snarled, his fangs extending. "We don't trust anyone but ourselves," he said, his voice dripping with venom. "And we're not going to let some vague threat force us to abandon my daughter again.”

Kol scoffed, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "So, what, we're supposed to just go to Y/n and say 'Hey, we're leaving again because Vincent told us to'? Yeah, that'll go over well."

Elijah stepped forward, his expression serious. "And if we are bringing danger to Y/n, then why did she wake up from the coma in the first place?" he asked, his voice filled with suspicion. "It seems more likely that our presence is actually helping her, not harming her.”

Vincent sighed, knowing that this was not going to be an easy conversation. "I understand your concerns," he said. "But the fact is, we don't know exactly what caused Y/n to wake up. And we can't risk the possibility that your presence here is somehow putting her in danger."

Klaus glared at Vincent, his eyes flashing with anger. "This is ridiculous," he said. "You're just trying to control us, like always. We're not leaving, and that's final."

Vincent watched as the Mikaelsons siblings stormed out of the room, their expressions thunderous. He sighed deeply, knowing that he had failed to convince them of the danger.

Just as he was about to leave, a voice behind him spoke up. "Vincent," You said. "We need to talk."

Vincent turned around to see you standing there, your expression serious. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for another difficult conversation.

"Of course, Y/n," he said. "What can I help you with?"

You walked towards him, your eyes locked onto his. "I overheard your conversation with my family," you said. "And I want to know what's going on. Why are you so insistent that they leave again?”

Vincent hesitated for a moment before speaking. "They still have the hollow on themselves so it’s a threat to the city, Y/n," he said. "And we know that your family's presence here can make things worse. We're just trying to protect you, and everyone else.”

"And I heard you talking to that witch," you continued, your tone now a mix of urgency and apprehension. "You said there's only one person who can defeat the Hollow."

Vincent's eyes widened imperceptibly, realizing how much you had overheard. He hesitated for a moment, choosing his words carefully. "Y/n, don't jump to conclusions," he said cautiously.

"Don't insult my intelligence, Vincent," you pressed, your voice firm. "Tell me."

Vincent sighed, his shoulders slumping slightly. "Fine. But promise me you won't react like Klaus," he requested, his gaze pleading.

You nodded, your expression serious. "Just tell me."

Vincent met your gaze, his voice low but steady. "The only person who can defeat the Hollow... is you."

The revelation hung in the air between you and him, heavy with both promise and uncertainty.

Klaus and his siblings found Freya and Hayley in the study, their expressions serious as they gathered around them. Elijah took a deep breath, breaking the uneasy silence. "Freya, Hayley," he began, his voice steady but tinged with concern, "Vincent approached us with urgent news."

Freya looked up, her expression shifting from curiosity to apprehension. "What did he say?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Klaus stepped forward, his gaze unwavering. "He told us to leave again because it's not safe for us to stay in New Orleans any longer," he explained, his tone grave.

Hayley's brows furrowed in concern. "Why? What's changed?" she pressed, her worry for her daughter evident in her voice.

Rebekah spoke up next, her tone resolute. "He mentioned that the threat of the Hollow is escalating," she continued, her eyes flickering between Freya and Hayley. "And that we need to leave to protect ourselves and Y/n."

Freya's grip tightened on the edge of the table, processing the gravity of their situation. "So, you're leaving again," she stated, her voice tinged with resignation.

Klaus nodded solemnly. "at first we didn’t want to, but then we thought about it.," he affirmed, his expression reflecting the weight of their decision. "For Y/n's safety and to investigate further."

Hayley's eyes widened in realization. "But it took so much for her to trust you again," she protested, her voice catching with emotion. "Freya's right, it's not fair to uproot her after everything."

Elijah's shoulders sagged slightly, acknowledging their concerns. "I know it's difficult," he began, his voice gentle yet firm. "But we must do what's necessary to protect our family."

Freya exhaled deeply, her resolve hardening. "Fine," she conceded, her tone clipped with determination. "But we'll make sure Y/n is prepared for this."

Klaus nodded in agreement, his features softened with understanding. "We'll explain it to her together," he promised, knowing the weight of their decision rested heavily on their shoulders.

And with that, the Mikaelsons began to prepare for their departure, their hearts heavy with the knowledge that once again, they must face the uncertainty and dangers that awaited them, all for the sake of protecting you.

Your brow furrowed in confusion, your mind racing with questions. "But why me?" You asked, your voice tinged with disbelief. "Can't my aunt Freya defeat it? She's incredibly powerful."

Vincent sighed softly, his expression reflecting the weight of his revelation. "Freya is powerful, there's no doubt about that," he acknowledged. "But the Hollow's magic operates differently. It requires a unique connection, a resonance that only you possess."

You struggled to comprehend the magnitude of Vincent's words.You had always admired Freya's strength and abilities, leaning on your aunt during times of uncertainty. To learn now that the fate of defeating the Hollow rested solely on your shoulders was both overwhelming and unsettling.

"I'm going to defeat it," you asserted, your voice filled with resolve. "I need to. So that my family can finally be happy, and we won't have to worry about it anymore."

Vincent regarded you with concern, his brow furrowing slightly. "Y/n, are you sure? It's incredibly dangerous," he cautioned, his voice tinged with worry.

You nodded firmly, your determination unwavering. "Yes, I'm sure," you replied with conviction. "But I can't do it alone. I need your help, Vincent. You're going to help me."

Vincent sighed softly, understanding the weight of your decision. "I'll do everything I can to support you," he promised sincerely, his gaze steady on yours. "We'll work together to prepare, and I'll be by your side every step of the way."

As Klaus and his siblings gather outside your room, preparing to search for you, they are surprised when you appear at the hallway with Vincent. You announce confidently, "Guys, we finally figured out who can defeat the Hollow."

Klaus, curious and concerned, asked, "Who? Little wolf.”

You meet their gaze solemnly as you reply, "Me."

Shock and worry flash across their faces. Klaus speaks first, his concern evident, "Little wolf, I know you're capable, but this is dangerous. I can't bear the thought of losing you."

You step forward, your resolve unwavering, "But dad it's the only way that we can all be together again.”

Before Klaus can protest further, Vincent interjects, his tone firm yet supportive, "Come on, Klaus. You know she's right. She's strong enough to do this."

Klaus hesitates, torn between protecting you and trusting in your strength. After a moment, he nods reluctantly, "Alright. Little wolf.But promise me you'll be careful."

You nod,gratitude and determination in your eyes as you prepare yourself for the daunting task ahead.

Under the full moon’s light, you and your family arrived at the secluded clearing chosen for the ritual. The atmosphere was heavy with magic, the air crackling with anticipation. You stand alongside your father Klaus, your two uncles (Elijah and Kol), and your aunt Bex, preparing themselves for what lies ahead. The air is tense with anticipation and the weight of the task they are about to undertake.

As Klaus and his siblings approach Vincent to express their gratitude, Vincent shakes his head, a mix of determination and apprehension on his face. "Don't thank me," he says quietly but firmly. "I'm only doing this for Y/n. I may be powerful, but I'm also afraid of her. I didn't want her to unleash her inner Klaus on me."

“But Thank you, Vincent.”Klaus replies sincerely. "For everything."

Vincent nods back, his gaze shifting to you, who is preparing yourself for the ritual. Deep down, he knows this is the right path, despite the risks involved.

“The ritual circle is prepared. Y/n, you must stand in the center where the Hollow’s energy is most concentrated.” Vincent tells you

You nodded, your heart pounding in your chest. You took your place in the center of the circle, surrounded by ancient symbols that glowed faintly in the moonlight.“I’m ready.”

As the ritual began, you started chanting the ancient incantation. Your voice was steady, but the intensity of the Hollow’s dark energy tested your resolve.

Vincent states “Focus on severing the connection between the Hollow and the vampires. I’ll handle the Ancestral Plane.”

Dark tendrils of shadow lashed out from the ritual circle, attempting to pull you away from her task. You stood your ground, your voice rising above the dark whispers as you continued the incantation.“I won’t let you win! This ends now!”

One by one, the vampires controlled by the Hollow began to fall, their connections to the dark force severed. The four Mikaelson siblings felt the oppressive weight of the Hollow’s grip beginning to lift.

Vincent tells you. “It’s working! Keep going, Y/n!”

With the connection severed, Vincent began his part of the ritual. He raised his arms, chanting a powerful spell that resonated with ancient magic.“Prepare for the final act. We must destroy the source of the Hollow’s power!”

The ground beneath them began to tremble as the Ancestral Plane started to crumble. The air was filled with the roar of collapsing magic as the once-stable foundation of the Hollow’s power began to break apart. “I’m almost there!”

With a final, earth-shaking command, you expelled the Hollow from the vampires’ bodies, her energy pouring into the ritual’s focus. The dark force was trapped in a vessel designed to contain its power. “Almost there! Just a little more!”

You focused all your strength on the ritual, your hands steady as you guided the energy into the vessel. With a final burst of power, the Ancestral Plane shattered, its destruction sending a shockwave of energy that dispersed the Hollow’s influence.

Exhausted and drained, you collapsed to the ground. The four Mikaelson siblings rushed to your side, their faces etched with relief and concern.

Klaus knelt beside you, his eyes filled with a rare, unguarded vulnerability. He took your hand in his, his voice thick with emotion. “You did it. You saved us all, little wolf.”

You smiled. “We did it. It’s over now.”

Klaus embraced you tightly, his pride and gratitude evident in the strength of his hold. Rebekah and Kol joined you guys, their faces wet with tears of relief.

Rebekah starts crying as she hugs you.“You were incredible, Y/n. We’re so proud of you.”

Kol smirks. “You faced the greatest challenge and emerged victorious. You’ve done something extraordinary.”

Elijah stepped closer, placing a hand on your shoulder. “You’ve given us a chance to rebuild and heal. Thank you.”

Y/n looked up at your family, your heart filled with a mixture of exhaustion and hope. “I couldn’t have done it without all of you.”

After successfully defeating the threat in the secluded clearing, you, your father, your two uncles, and aunt Bex return home, the weight of the recent battle still heavy on their minds. The journey back is quiet, each reflecting on the dangers faced and the sacrifices made to protect the family and community.

As you and your family walk through the door of home, you break the silence, your voice slightly shaky but filled with relief, "I can't believe we did it."

Klaus nods, his expression softening with pride as he replies, "You did brilliantly, little wolf. We all did."

Elijah adds calmly, "Indeed. It was a formidable challenge, but we prevailed."

Kol chimes in with a grin, trying to lighten the mood, "Who knew family outings could be this thrilling?"

Rebekah smiles warmly at you, placing a hand on your shoulder, "You were remarkable out there, sweetheart."

You return their smiles gratefully, feeling their support and love surround you. "I couldn't have done it without all of you," you admit, your voice sincere.

You and them gather in the living room, sharing stories of their individual roles in the battle, laughter mingling with relief as you and them recount the experiences. Despite the lingering tension, the home is filled with a sense of accomplishment and unity, strengthened by the shared victory. Your family and you spend the evening together, reaffirming the bonds and cherishing the moments of peace after the storm.

As the evening progresses, you and your family members find solace in each other's company. You and them sat around the fireplace, the crackling flames casting a warm glow across the room. Klaus pours glasses of whiskey for himself and Elijah, while Rebekah opts for a glass of wine. Kol, ever the rebel, teases them about their choices of drink, opting instead for a beer.

You watched them with a fond smile, grateful for these moments of normalcy amidst their extraordinary lives. you lean against your father, feeling safe and loved in his presence. "I'm glad it's over," you admit softly, breaking the comfortable silence.

Klaus wraps an arm around your shoulders, squeezing gently. "You showed incredible strength today, little wolf," he says proudly. "I knew you could do it."

Elijah nods in agreement, his expression serious yet filled with admiration. "Indeed. Your determination and bravery are truly remarkable."

Rebekah raises her glass in a toast, her eyes shining with pride. "To family," she says warmly. "No matter what challenges we face, we face them together."

They clink their glasses together in a quiet affirmation, the sound echoing in the room. Kol raises his beer can with a smirk, "To kicking supernatural butt!"

Laughter fills the room, easing the tension that had lingered since their return. For a brief moment, they forget about the dangers that often surround them and simply enjoy being together as a family. In that moment, you know that no matter what the future holds, you and them will always stand united.

As night falls, you and Klaus prepare to step out for a brief excursion. He adjusts his coat while you double-check your belongings, a sense of anticipation in the air. Just as your father and you are about to leave, your uncle Elijah, with a playful glint in his eye, interjects with a teasing tone, "You two better not cause any trouble out there."

Klaus chuckles, his expression amused yet affectionate. "Oh, Elijah, when have we ever caused trouble?" he retorts with a knowing smirk.

You grins mischievously, nudging your father playfully. "We'll be back before you know it," you assures Elijah, your tone teasing yet filled with warmth.

Elijah shakes his head with a fond smile, secretly enjoying your and his brother's banter. "Just be careful," he advises, unable to completely mask his concern.

Klaus nods in acknowledgment, his demeanor becoming more serious. "We will," he promises, placing a reassuring hand on your shoulder.

With a final exchange of glances and a shared understanding, you and Klaus head out into the night, leaving your uncle Elijah to watch you guys with a mixture of amusement and protective concern. As your father and you disappear into the darkness, Elijah's thoughts linger on the unpredictable nature of their lives and the unbreakable bond that ties the family together, even in the face of uncertainty.

Outside, under the canopy of stars, you are walking alongside Klaus, the night air cool and crisp around you and him. as your father and you stroll through the familiar paths near home, the steps echoing softly against the pavement.

You break the silence first, your voice carrying a hint of nostalgia. "Remember when we used to take walks like this when I was younger?" You ask, a fond smile playing on your lips.

Klaus nods, his expression softening with memories of those simpler times. "I do," he replies, his voice tinged with warmth. "It was our way of escaping the chaos, even if just for a little while."

You and him pause near a bench overlooking a moonlit garden, the scent of night-blooming flowers lingering in the air. You gazes out at the serene landscape, feeling a sense of peace washing over you. "Things have certainly changed since then," you muses, more to yourself than to your father

Klaus joins you on the bench, his presence a comforting anchor beside you. "Indeed," he agrees quietly. "But some things remain constant. Our bond, for instance."

You look at him, gratitude and love shining in your eyes. "I don't say it enough, but I'm thankful for everything you've done for me," you admit earnestly.

Klaus smiles warmly, placing a hand over you. "You've grown into a remarkable young woman, little wolf.” he says sincerely. "I'm proud of you."

You and him sit together in companionable silence for a while longer, the quiet night enveloping them in a sense of tranquility. For you, these moments with your father are a reminder of the shared strength and resilience, a testament to the unbreakable bond between them that has endured through countless challenges and triumphs.

You take a deep breath, feeling the weight of your words as you turn to your father, your voice sincere and regretful. "Dad, I want to say it again—I'm sorry for being so rude to you, my uncles, and Aunt Rebekah. I know you've all protected me from the Hollow and so much more."

Klaus looks at you with understanding and affection, his expression gentle. He places a comforting hand on your shoulder. "Y/n, we understand. You've faced challenges that have tested us all. Apology accepted, my little wolf."

You nod, grateful for your father’s understanding. You continue, your voice soft but resolute, "I've learned so much from everything we've been through. And I want you all to know how much I appreciate everything you've done for me."

Klaus smiles warmly, a mixture of pride and reassurance in his eyes. "We're a family, Y/n. We protect each other, no matter what. Always."

You lean into your father’s comforting embrace, feeling a sense of peace and love wash over you. In this moment, you know that your and his bond is stronger than any threat you guys may face, a bond forged through love, sacrifice, and unwavering loyalty.

Rebekah's voice cuts through the phone with a teasing tone . "Brother, Elijah told me you and Y/n are taking a walk. You two better not be causing any trouble!" She pauses, a playful smirk evident in her voice, before adding, "Anyways, don't forget to buy the turkey for tomorrow."

Klaus chuckles softly, shaking his head at Rebekah's playful admonition. He glances at you with a knowing smile, sharing a brief moment of amusement. "We won't cause any trouble, sister," he calls back, his voice carrying a hint of amusement. "And don't worry, we'll take care of the turkey."

You join in with a light laugh, enjoying the banter among your family members. You look up at Klaus, a glint of mischief in her eyes. "Looks like we've been warned," you remarked with a grin.

Klaus nods, his expression fond as he gazes at you. "Indeed. Let's head back little wolf," he suggests gently, his tone indicating a desire to continue enjoying his and your peaceful evening together.

Your father and you start to make the way back home, the warmth of family and the anticipation of a holiday gathering filling his and your hearts with joy. As your father and you walked , you silently vowed to cherish these moments with your father and the rest of her family, knowing that love and unity are the truest gifts of all.

As you and Klaus return to the house with a turkey in hand, your uncle Kol notices the matching smirks on his brother and your faces and immediately senses mischief in the air. He steps forward, a playful accusation in his tone, "Oh no, you two. You did cause trouble, didn't you?"

Klaus glances at you with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes and nods dramatically. "Oh, we sure did," he says, playing along. "They're chasing us right now!"

Hayley raises an eyebrow skeptically, catching on to your game. "Come on, are you serious?" she asks with a hint of amusement.

You and your father burst into laughter, unable to contain your and his amusement any longer. "Oh my gosh, your faces!" You exclaim between giggles.

Kol grins, his competitive spirit rising to the challenge. "Just watch," he declares with mock seriousness. "I'm going to get you back for this."

Inside the house, the atmosphere is filled with warmth and laughter as you, Klaus , Hayley and the rest of the family gather around the kitchen island. They set the turkey down, the centerpiece of tomorrow's celebration, and exchange playful banter about their evening escapade.

Klaus raises a glass of wine, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "To causing a little mischief now and then," he proposes, a grin spreading across his face.

The others join in, clinking their glasses together in agreement. Hayley leans against the counter, shaking her head with a smile. "You two are incorrigible," she says, her tone fond yet teasing.

Kol eyes you and his brother with a mock glare, his competitive spirit still evident. "You haven't seen the last of my retaliation," he warns playfully, but his eyes betray his amusement.

You laugh, feeling a deep sense of contentment in the company of your family. "Bring it on, uncle Kol," you challenge with a playful grin. "We're ready for whatever you have in store."

As your family and you continue to joke and reminisce about past adventures, the bond between them grows stronger. you guys share stories, laughter, and the anticipation of the upcoming celebration, knowing that no matter what challenges your family and you face, you guys will always find strength and joy in each other's presence.

Rebekah's comment about having "two Klaus" in the family elicits a mixture of amusement and playful protest. She smirks as she continues, "I guess we need to start getting ready for double trouble."

Klaus chuckles, shaking his head in mock dismay. "Heaven forbid," he jokes, his tone laced with humor. "One of me is enough, wouldn't you say?"

Kol joins in with a teasing grin, adding, "I think the world might not be ready for two of you,”

Hayley laughs, her eyes twinkling with affection as she looks at Klaus. "Oh, I don't know," she counters, her voice teasing. "It might just be twice the charm."

Kol raises an eyebrow, pretending to ponder the idea. "Two Klaus... That's a lot of ego in one family," he quips, earning a round of laughter from everyone.

As your family and you continue to jest and share in the light-hearted banter, the sense of familial camaraderie deepens. You guys prepare for the holiday festivities ahead, grateful for each other's company and the bond that holds them together through every challenge and joy.

Elijah joins in with a subtle smirk, his demeanor as composed as ever. "Indeed, Y/n has always had a kinder touch," he remarks, his tone gentle yet teasing. "A trait she undoubtedly inherited from her mother."

Klaus rolls his eyes playfully, pretending to be offended. "Ah, always the diplomat, Elijah," he replies with mock indignation. "But yes, I suppose having another 'me' with Y/n's kindness would be quite the combination."

You laugh at their banter, feeling a sense of warmth and belonging in their playful exchange. "I promise not to let the ‘my father’ side take over," you joked, earning chuckles from your family.

Rebekah smirks knowingly, interjecting with a wink. "Well, let's hope for everyone's sake that she takes after the best parts of both of you," she says with a playful glint in her eye.

Hayley feigns mock indignation, crossing her arms with a playful scowl. "Yeah, I'm still mad," she declares, her tone dripping with playful sarcasm. "I give birth to my baby girl only for her to end up like her dad."

Klaus raises an eyebrow, a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Well, Hayley dear," he responds with exaggerated innocence, "consider it a compliment. After all, she did inherit my charm and impeccable sense of style."

You stifle a laugh, trying to maintain a straight face as you look at your mother. "I promise to make up for it by being the best combination of both of you," you reassured her with a teasing smile.

Hayley rolls her eyes with a smirk, unable to hide her amusement. "Oh, I'm sure you'll find your own path, sweetheart," she concedes with a wink. "Just try not to cause too much trouble along the way."

Rebekah joins in the playful banter with a mischievous glint in her eye. "If you cause too much trouble, we're definitely blaming it all on our brother," she declares with a playful smirk, casting a teasing glance in Klaus's direction.

Klaus throws his hands up in mock surrender, feigning innocence. "Hey now, don't drag me into this," he protests with an exaggerated look of surprise. "I'm the epitome of innocence and decorum."

You laugh along with the rest of your family, enjoying the light-hearted exchange. "Looks like I have a scapegoat just in case," you joke, winking at your father.

Hayley shakes her head with a grin, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "Oh, this family," she muses fondly. "Always ready with a witty comeback."

As morning arrives on Thanksgiving Day, the kitchen is bustling with activity as you and Klaus prepare to cook the turkey. The sun filters through the kitchen window, casting a warm glow over the countertops adorned with ingredients and cooking utensils.

You carefully unwrap the turkey, your expression focused yet filled with excitement. "It's going to be amazing," you said to your father, a hint of anticipation in your voice as you prepared to season the bird.

Klaus nods, a proud smile on his face as he watches you take charge in the kitchen. "I have no doubt," he replies, his voice filled with admiration. "You've learned well."

Outside, the rest of the family begins to gather, their voices mingling with the crisp morning air. Elijah enters the kitchen with a tray of vegetables, his presence calm and reassuring. "Shall we begin?" he asks, his voice carrying a hint of formality.

Rebekah follows close behind, her hands filled with spices and herbs. "I'll help with the seasoning," she offers, a playful glint in her eye as she surveys the kitchen.

Kol saunters in last, his usual smirk in place. "Just make sure you don't burn it," he jokes, earning a playful shove from you.

Klaus playfully interjects with mock indignation, his tone filled with humor as he addresses Kol's jest. "How dare you assume that my little wolf is going to burn the turkey?" he exclaims, feigning offense with a dramatic flair.

You join in with a laugh, shaking your head at your uncle Kol. "Yeah, you should know better by now," you tease, giving your father a playful nudge.

Rebekah smirks, adding fuel to the playful banter. "I think Y/n has inherited your culinary skills, Klaus," she remarks with a teasing glint in her eye. "Let's hope it's the good ones."

Klaus chuckles, his expression softening with affection as he looks at you. "I have full confidence in you, little wolf," he says warmly, his pride evident in his voice.

Elijah, ever the diplomat, steps in with a reassuring smile. "I'm sure the turkey will turn out perfectly," he assures them all, his calm demeanor bringing a sense of harmony to the playful exchange.

Hayley, chiming in with a playful remark, adds to the banter with a smirk. "If she burns the turkey, we can always blame it on Kol," she suggests with a teasing glint in her eye.

Kol raises his hands in mock surrender, feigning innocence. "Hey now, why am I always the scapegoat?" he protests with an exaggerated sigh, earning chuckles from the others.

You laugh along with them, enjoying the light-hearted teasing. "Sorry uncle, Kol," you say with a grin, "but I think you'll have to take one for the team this time."

Klaus joins in, his voice filled with amusement. "It's settled then," he declares with a playful wink at Kol. "If anything goes wrong with the turkey, it's all on you."

Rebekah nods in mock seriousness, adding fuel to the fire. "We'll make sure to remember that," she says with a smirk, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

The sun sets, casting a warm, golden hue over the dining room as the Mikaelson family gathers around the beautifully set Thanksgiving table. The aroma of roasted turkey, seasoned vegetables, and an array of delicious side dishes fills the air, creating an atmosphere of warmth and festivity.

You and your father carry the perfectly cooked turkey to the table, placing it at the center with a sense of accomplishment. The table is adorned with autumn-themed decorations, candles flickering softly, and the family's favorite dishes spread out, creating a feast for the eyes and the palate.

As everyone takes their seats, Elijah raises his glass, his expression filled with gratitude and warmth. "To family," he begins, his voice calm and sincere. "For the love, strength, and unwavering support we share. Happy Thanksgiving."

The family echoes his sentiment, raising their glasses in a toast. "Happy Thanksgiving," they chorus, clinking glasses and smiling at one another.

Rebekah, sitting beside Kol, glances around the table with a fond smile. "I'm thankful for all of you," she says softly. "For the laughter, the love, and even the occasional chaos."

Kol smirks, lifting his glass in a playful salute. "And I'm thankful for surviving another year with all of you," he jokes, earning a round of laughter.

Hayley, sitting next to you, looks at you with pride. "I'm thankful for the strength and resilience we've all shown," she adds, her voice filled with warmth. "And for the new memories we're creating together."

Klaus turns to you, his eyes filled with fatherly pride and affection. "I'm thankful for my little wolf," he says, his voice tender. "For her courage, her spirit, and the joy she brings to our lives."

You smile, feeling a deep sense of love and belonging. "I'm thankful for all of you," you replied, your voice sincere. "For being there through everything and for making this family what it is."

As you guys begin to enjoy the meal, the room fills with lively conversation, laughter, and the clinking of cutlery against plates. Your family's bond, strengthened through trials and triumphs, shines brightly as you and them share this special Thanksgiving dinner together, creating memories that will last a lifetime.

As your family and you enjoyed the Thanksgiving feast, Rebekah turns to you with a playful glint in her eye. “So, Y/n,” she begins, her tone light and teasing, “is there anyone special at school you’ve got your eye on? Any boys catching your interest?”

You feel your cheeks flush slightly, caught off guard by the question. You glance around the table, seeing the curious and amused expressions on your family’s faces. “Well,” you start, trying to keep your composure, “there might be someone.”

Kol, ever the jokester, leans in with a grin. “Oh, do tell,” he says, clearly enjoying the moment. “What’s his name? Should we be worried?”

Klaus, adopting a more protective tone, looks at you with a raised eyebrow. “Yes, do tell us more about this boy,” he says, though his voice is gentle and teasing.

You laugh, shaking your head at the attention. “It’s nothing serious,” you insist. “Just a guy in my class. His name is Landon. He’s nice.”

Hayley smiles warmly, sensing your slight embarrassment. “Well, as long as he treats you well,” she says, her tone reassuring. “That’s what matters.”

Elijah chimes in with his characteristic calm demeanor. “And if he doesn’t, he’ll have us to answer to,” he adds with a small smile, earning nods of agreement from around the table.

Rebekah winks at you, clearly pleased with herself for bringing up the topic. “Well, you know we’re all here to support you,” she says. “And maybe tease you a little bit.”

Klaus, ever the protective father, leans in with a serious yet loving expression. “If he hurts you, you tell us, little wolf,” he says, his voice firm but gentle. “And we’ll make sure he regrets it.”

You smile, feeling a mix of embarrassment and appreciation. “Thanks, Dad,” you reply, knowing he means every word.

Kol chimes in with a grin. “Oh, we could definitely put the fear of the Mikaelsons into him,” he says, earning a round of laughter from the family.

Hayley rolls her eyes playfully but nods in agreement. “Just remember, we’re here for you,” she adds warmly. “No matter what.”

Rebekah reaches over to squeeze your hand. “We’ve got your back,” she says with a reassuring smile.

Elijah raises his glass, his expression serene. “To family,” he toasts, “and to the bonds that keep us strong.”

The rest of the family raises their glasses in unison, echoing Elijah’s sentiment. “To family,” you guys chorus.

Kol, never missing an opportunity to stir things up, leans back in his chair and looks at Klaus and Hayley with a mischievous glint in his eye. “So, since she likes somebody now,” he begins, his voice dripping with playful intent, “do you think it’s time to give her ‘the talk’?” He winks, clearly enjoying the moment.

Klaus narrows his eyes at Kol, a smirk playing on his lips. “Careful, brother,” he warns lightly, though there’s a hint of amusement in his tone. “I’m not sure you’re the best person to be giving advice.”

Hayley laughs, shaking her head. “I think we’ve got it covered, Kol,” she says, her voice warm and reassuring as she glances at you “But thanks for the suggestion.”

your cheeks flushing, giving Kol a playful glare. “Really, uncle Kol?” you say, rolling your eyes. “As if this day wasn’t already embarrassing enough.”

Rebekah chuckles, joining in the teasing. “Don’t worry, Y/n,” she says with a grin. “We’re all here to help guide you, even if Kol’s advice might be a bit… unconventional.”

Elijah, ever the voice of reason, smiles softly. “We trust you to make good decisions,” he says to you. “But if you ever need to talk about anything, we’re all here for you.”

Kol, ever the provocateur, continues with a teasing smile, “Our brother here didn’t always make the best decisions, no offense, Klaus.” He pauses for dramatic effect, glancing around the table. “Just imagine life without Y/n. Until now, Klaus would have been… well, a bit ruder, and constantly finding reasons to put us in the box.”

Klaus chuckles, shaking his head at Kol’s antics. “Fair point, Kol,” he admits with a wry smile. “But having Y/n has certainly changed things for the better.”

You laugh, feeling the love and camaraderie around you.

Hayley smiles, reaching over to squeeze your hand. “You’ve brought out the best in all of us,” she says warmly. “Especially in your dad.”

Rebekah nods in agreement, her eyes shining with pride. “You’ve brought us closer together, Y/n. And for that, we’re all grateful.”

Elijah looks at you with a gentle smile. “You know, before you came into the world, your father was… different. He was often angry, always seeking control. But you changed him.”

Rebekah chimes in, her voice softening. “He was always ready to fight, to protect what was his, but it often meant pushing us away. Your arrival brought out a side of him we hadn’t seen in centuries.”

Kol adds with a grin, “Yeah, before you, he was always brooding and plotting. You’ve brought a lot of light into his life, into all our lives.”

Klaus, touched by his siblings’ words, looks at you with a mixture of pride and love. “You’ve made me a better man, little wolf. More than I could have ever imagined.”

Elijah raises his glass once more, his voice filled with sincerity. “To Y/n,” he toasts, “for being the light in our lives and bringing us together as a family.”

The family echoes the toast, lifting their glasses high. “To Y/n.”

As the Thanksgiving dinner draws to a close, the Mikaelson family remains seated around the table, basking in the warmth of their shared meal and the love that binds them together. The room is filled with a comfortable silence, broken only by the occasional clink of glasses and the soft murmur of contented conversation.

You look around at your family, feeling a deep sense of gratitude and love. You reflect on the day, filled with laughter, teasing, and heartfelt moments shared with those closest to her. Each member of the family wears a smile, their hearts full with the joy of being together on this special occasion.

Klaus, sitting at the head of the table, gazes proudly at his daughter. "Thank you, little wolf," he says softly, his voice carrying a mix of paternal pride and affection. "For bringing us all together today."

You smile back at him, your eyes shining with happiness. "Thank you, Dad," you replied sincerely. "For everything."

Rebekah raises her glass once more, breaking the silence. "To family," she toasts, her voice filled with warmth. "May we always cherish these moments together."

The family echoes the sentiment, lifting their glasses in unison. "To family."

As you guys finish the toast, the Mikaelsons rise from the table, sharing hugs and affectionate words. You feel a deep sense of happiness and love as you embrace each member of your family, knowing that their and your bond is unbreakable.

With hearts full and spirits lifted, you guys begin to clear the table together, a sense of contentment filling the air. As you and them prepare to part ways for the evening, the echoes of laughter and love linger in the room, a testament to the strength of the family ties and the gratitude you and them feel for each other.

And so,with hearts full of love and memories to cherish, the Mikaelson family concludes their Thanksgiving celebration, looking forward to the many more moments of joy and togetherness that await them in the future.

The next morning, the Mikaelson family wakes to the gentle rays of sunlight filtering through the windows, casting a warm glow over the peaceful household. You stirs awake in your room, feeling refreshed after the previous day's festivities. You stretch lazily, a smile tugging at your lips as you reflect on the cherished moments shared with your family.

Downstairs in the kitchen, Klaus and Hayley are busy preparing breakfast together. The sound of sizzling bacon and the aroma of freshly brewed coffee fill the air. They chat animatedly as they work, their voices filled with warmth and affection.

Klaus glances over at Hayley with a fond smile. "Did you see the way Y/n laughed last night? She's growing up so fast."

Hayley nods, flipping a pancake with practiced ease. "She really is," she agrees. "But she's still our little girl, no matter how much she thinks she's all grown up."

Meanwhile, in the living room, Elijah sits comfortably with a cup of tea, quietly reading the morning paper. He looks up occasionally, his gaze softening as he listens to the faint sounds of his family's morning routine echoing through the house.

Rebekah and Kol emerge from their rooms a little later than the others, their voices carrying down the hallway as they engage in their usual banter. They join Klaus and Hayley in the kitchen, adding to the lively conversation with their own brand of humor and wit.

Rebekah smirks at Kol. "You know, Kol, you're lucky Y/n inherited some of Klaus' charm and not all of your mischief."

Kol grins back at her. "Yes, well, I like to think I've had a positive influence on her," he quips, earning a chuckle from the others.

As the family gathers around the breakfast table, plates piled high with food, you and your family continue to talk and laugh together. Your family shares stories from the past and plans for the day ahead, enjoying the simple pleasure of being together as a family.

With each passing moment, the bonds between you and them grow stronger, woven with love, laughter, and the shared experiences that make them who they are. As you guys savor the meal and each other's company, your family and you are reminded once again of the deep joy and gratitude you guys feel for the family.

As December brought its festive spirit to New Orleans, the Mikaelson Manor was alive with the warmth of holiday traditions. You, your two aunts, and your mother are busy decorating the Christmas tree, your and their laughter echoing through the room as you and them reminisced about past celebrations.

From across the room, Klaus and his brothers, Elijah and Kol, watched with amused smiles. Klaus approached the group, admiring their efforts. “Impressive work as always,” he praised, his tone softened by familial pride.

Rebekah then entered, brandishing a stack of garishly colorful Christmas sweaters. “Guess what I found,” she announced with a mischievous grin. “Ugly Christmas sweaters for all of us!”

Klaus’s expression turned slightly skeptical. “Ugly being the operative word,” he remarked dryly, though a hint of amusement danced in his eyes.

You turned to your dad, your expression pleading. “Come on, Dad,” you urged playfully, your eyes wide with anticipation. “It’ll be fun! For Christmas Eve and Christmas Day?”

Klaus hesitated, looking torn between amusement and reluctance. After a moment, he sighed in mock resignation. “Fine,” he relented, casting a fond glance at you. “I suppose I can endure it for you, my little wolf.”

Kol, leaning casually against the door frame, couldn’t resist chiming in with a theatrically broken-hearted tone. “And here I thought I was your favorite brother,” he teased, feigning hurt feelings.

Klaus rolled his eyes, unable to suppress a chuckle. “Oh, brother,” he retorted, his voice dripping with playful sarcasm, “you know you’re irreplaceable.”

Kol shot Klaus a mock glare before smirking and turning away. “Well played, brother,” he called over his shoulder, disappearing down the hall.

As Kol left, Klaus leaned in closer to you, a mischievous twinkle in his eye. “Don’t tell your uncle that I said this, but I do have a soft spot for my little wolf,” he whispered conspiratorially, his smile genuine.

You beamed up at him, feeling your heart swell with affection for your father. You squeezed his hand affectionately, grateful for your and his special bond amidst the festive chaos of the family home.

The Mikaelson Manor was adorned with festive decorations, and Christmas Eve dinner was in full swing. The family gathered around a beautifully set table, all donning their hilariously garish Christmas sweaters. You sat beside your father, both wearing matching reindeer-themed sweaters, giggling at the sheer absurdity of their attire.

Kol, ever the instigator, raised his glass of eggnog with a mischievous glint in his eye. "Alright, let's settle this once and for all," he declared theatrically. "Raise your hand if you think Klaus loves Y/n more than he loves the rest of us."

Elijah chuckled softly, shaking his head in amusement as he lifted his hand along with Rebekah and Freya. Hayley joined in with a knowing smile, playfully nudging Klaus. "Looks like the votes are in.” she teased, earning a playful roll of the eyes from Klaus.

You couldn't help but chime in, your tone teasing yet confident. "Of course he loves me the most," you interjected playfully, your eyes sparkling with mischief. "I'm not only your favorite, Dad, but theirs too."

Klaus chuckled warmly, reaching over to tousle your hair affectionately. "Well, it seems my little wolf has spoken," he remarked, his voice tinged with amusement and adoration.

Amidst the laughter and good-natured banter, the Mikaelson family embraced the warmth of the holiday season, cherishing these moments of playful camaraderie and love..

Kol, ever the playful one, raised his glass of eggnog with a mischievous glint in his eye. “Alright, Y/n,” he teased with a grin, “should we leave cookies and milk out for Santa Claus tonight?”

You rolled your eyes playfully, but couldn’t resist joining in on the fun. “Uncle Kol,” you quipped, your voice laced with mock seriousness, “I’m not a child anymore, but who knows,” you added with a sly grin, “you might end up eating them yourself.”

Kol feigned offense, placing a hand dramatically over his heart. “Wow, Y/n,” he exclaimed with mock indignation, “you’re such a bully! I’m definitely telling your dad on you.”

Klaus, overhearing the banter, leaned in with a smirk. “Or else what, brother?” he interjected, his tone lighthearted yet teasing. “You know how Y/n has a way of getting her way around here.”

You grinned mischievously, knowing your father was on your side. “That’s right, Uncle Kol,” you teased, nudging him playfully. “Better watch out or I’ll convince Dad to side with me.”

Kol chuckled, raising his glass in mock surrender. “Alright, alright,” he relented, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “I surrender to the power of the little wolf.”

Amidst the laughter and good-natured teasing, the Mikaelson family continued to enjoy their Christmas Eve together, cherishing the warmth and joy of their playful bond

Elijah, always the voice of reason and warmth, raised his glass gracefully. “Let us toast to Y/n,” he began, his voice carrying a gentle sincerity. “For bringing hope and light into our lives. Before you came into this world, Y/n, we were lost in the darkness. But your presence has shown us the beauty of family and love.”

The rest of the family joined Elijah in raising their glasses, murmuring words of agreement and affection. You looked around at their smiling faces, touched by Elijah’s heartfelt words and the love that surrounded you.

Klaus, his gaze filled with paternal pride, placed a hand on your shoulder. “Indeed,” he added softly, his voice tinged with emotion. “You are our guiding star, Y/n.”

The holiday season had arrived, and the Mikaelson family gathered for a Christmas dinner at the Mikaelson mansion. The grand dining room was adorned with festive decorations, and the scent of pine and cinnamon filled the air. The table was set with a magnificent feast, and the family felt a sense of warmth and togetherness that had been hard-won over the years.

As everyone took their seats, Klaus stood up, raising his glass. "Before we begin, I’d like to say a few words."

The room fell silent, all eyes on Klaus.

"This year has been one of healing and rebuilding for our family. We've faced challenges, but we've come through stronger and more united," Klaus began, his gaze moving to each member of his family. "And none of this would have been possible without the hope that binds us together."

You felt a lump in your throat as your father's words resonated deeply within you.

Klaus continued, "little wolf, you are the hope of the Mikaelsons. You remind us of what it means to be a family, to fight for each other, and to love unconditionally. We are here today because of you."

Your eyes filled with tears as you looked around at your family, each face reflecting pride and love.

Elijah stood up next, his voice steady and filled with emotion. "To hope, and to the future we build together. Always and Forever."

“Always and Forever," the family echoed, raising their glasses in unison.

Rebekah smiled warmly at you. "You are our light, Y/n. You remind us that even in the darkest times, there is always hope."

Kol nodded in agreement. "To family, and to the bonds that can never be broken."

Freya added, "To the strength we find in each other, and the love that keeps us going."

Hayley, her eyes shining with tears, raised her glass. "To our daughter, Y/n, and to the family that stands together through it all. Always and Forever."

You, overwhelmed with emotion, stood up and lifted your glass. "To my family. Thank you for never giving up on me, and for showing me the true meaning of Always and Forever. I love you all."

As the family clinked their glasses together, a sense of peace and joy filled the room. You guys knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, you and then would face them together, bound by the unbreakable bonds of family and the enduring hope that you represented.

The rest of the evening was filled with laughter, stories, and the warmth of being surrounded by loved ones. The Mikaelsons had come a long way, and as you and them celebrated Christmas together, you guys knew that your and their future was bright.

After a delightful Christmas dinner filled with laughter and camaraderie, your family and you gathered around the towering Christmas tree in the grand hall of their manor. The room was adorned with twinkling lights and colorful ornaments, casting a warm glow over the scene. Each family member had a stack of beautifully wrapped presents waiting to be opened.

your eyes sparkling with excitement, handed out the presents with glee. "Okay, everyone," you announced cheerfully, "let's see what surprises await us!"

Rebekah eagerly tore into a box adorned with a silver bow, revealing a delicate necklace from Freya. “Oh, sister, it’s stunning!” she exclaimed, embracing her sister warmly.

Freya smiled warmly. “I’m glad you like it,” she replied softly, her eyes gleaming with sisterly affection.

Across the room, Kol unwrapped a package to find a set of antique books from Elijah, his eyes widening in genuine surprise. “Brother, these are incredible,” he murmured gratefully, a rare sentiment of appreciation crossing his usually playful demeanor.

Elijah smiled graciously. “I thought you might appreciate something from our family’s history,” he explained, his voice tinged with warmth.

Hayley received a beautifully crafted bracelet from Klaus, tears glistening in her eyes as she admired the thoughtful gift. “Thank you, Klaus,” she whispered, touched by his gesture.

Klaus nodded, a rare softness in his expression. “You deserve the world, Hayley,”

Rebekah grinned mischievously as you unwrapped the gift from her, revealing a sparkling tiara that once adorned Rebekah's own head during childhood dress-up games. "I thought you might enjoy this," Rebekah explained, her voice tinged with nostalgia. "It's been through a lot of pretend adventures."

You beamed, carefully placing the tiara on your head. "Thank you, Aunt Bex," you replied warmly, feeling a special connection to your aunt through the sentimental gift.

Freya's gift was next, a beautifully bound spell book filled with ancient and modern incantations. "I know you have a knack for magic," Freya said with a gentle smile, "so I thought you might appreciate this."

You flipped through the pages, your eyes widening with wonder at the powerful spells detailed within. "This is incredible, Aunt Freya," you murmured gratefully, already eager to delve into its secrets.

Elijah's gift came next, a small box that contained a set of car keys. You blinked in surprise, looking up at your uncle Elijah in disbelief. "A car?" You asked, your voice filled with excitement.

Elijah chuckled softly. "Not just any car," he clarified with a warm smile, "but a reliable one for when you're older and need your independence."

You hugged Elijah tightly, overwhelmed by his thoughtfulness. "Thank you, Uncle Elijah," you said sincerely, already imagining the adventures you would have with your future car.

Kol's gift elicited laughter from the family as you unwrapped a book titled "How Not to Be Klaus Mikaelson." Kol grinned mischievously. "Consider it your guide to navigating the Mikaelson family dynamics," he explained, his eyes twinkling with humor.

You giggled, flipping through the pages to find amusing illustrations and witty anecdotes. "This is perfect, Uncle Kol," you replied, already planning to put the book to good use.

Hayley’s gift touched you deeply as you unwrapped a delicate ring with a small, intricate design. "This belonged to my mother," she explained softly, her voice filled with emotion. "I thought you should have something that connects you to your heritage."

You amired the ring, feeling a sense of Loveness and history as you slipped it onto your finger. "Thank you, Mom," you whispered gratefully, touched by the significance of the gift.

Lastly, Klaus presented you with a set of paint brushes, tubes of paint, and a sturdy paint board. "For your artistic endeavors little wolf," he said with a proud smile, his eyes reflecting paternal pride. "I can't wait to see what you create."

You hugged your dad tightly, feeling a rush of love and gratitude. "Thank you, Dad," you said softly, your heart full with affection for your father and your family.

As the Mikaelson family exchanged gifts, laughter and love filled the room, each present a testament to their deep bond and the joy of being together during the holiday season.

the Mikaelson family gathered around their beautifully adorned Christmas tree. You stood proudly in the center with your father and your mother on either side of you, while your aunts and uncle lined up beside your parents and you, all wearing the festive Christmas sweaters.

“Alright, everyone,” Klaus announced warmly, setting up the camera on a tripod. “Let’s take a family picture!”

The family gathered closer, playfully teasing each other as you guys prepared for the photo. Klaus adjusted the camera settings, ensuring everything was ready for the automatic shot.

“Okay,” you exclaimed eagerly, glancing at the camera’s timer. “It’s about to take the picture. Get ready!”

You all grinned and got into position. “Three, two, one…”

The camera clicked, capturing the moment perfectly as everyone smiled and posed together. Laughter filled the room as you and then held each other’s poses for the automatic family portrait.

Klaus walked over to the camera, his expression soft with affection as he examined the photo. “Thank you for bringing us hope, little wolf,” he said warmly, his voice carrying gratitude and love.

Hayley hugged you tightly, her eyes shining with pride. “You’re the light of our family,” she said lovingly, her voice filled with warmth.

Rebekah tousled your hair gently. “You brighten our lives, sweetheart,” she added with a warm smile.

Freya nodded in agreement. “You remind us of the joy in our hearts,” she remarked softly.

Elijah, always composed, smiled warmly at you. “Your presence is a blessing,” he said sincerely, his voice filled with admiration.

Kol, ever the joker, grinned mischievously. “We wouldn’t be the same without you,” he teased, earning a playful shove from Elijah.

The end

A/N: I want to extend a heartfelt thank you for diving into my series, your support has meant so much to me! Writing this story was a joy, and while it’s bittersweet to see it end, I hope you loved reading it as much as I loved writing it. there were two endings, but I chose the one that felt right for Y/N and her family. After everything they've been through, they truly deserved a happy ending. rather than that thank you once again. 

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Hi can I request a Tonowari fic where his female mate is exhausted and can’t wait for him to come home as she wants to be in his arms and when he does home she jumps into his arms and he wraps his arms around her holding her close asking what’s wrong, she says nothing just that she missed him nuzzling her face closer to his warm chest, he laughs and rubs her back before moving them to the ground and he sits down holding her in his lap stroking her hair and kissing her softly with her arms around his waist, he talks with her and asks her questions she doesn’t respond eventually he hears her soft purrs and even breath letting him know that she’s fallen asleep on him with her head resting on his shoulder snuggling into his warmth, he kisses her hair and lies down with her stroking her back? Thanks 😊

Here With Me

Tonowari x Fem!Reader

❥ Word count: 1.1k

❥ Warning: n/a

❥ Note: Helloooo, this is my first request and I am open to writing more, so if you have any requests, feel free to send them to me. As of right now I am open to writing for any character.

Life on Awa’atlu is always so calm and peaceful; oh how y/n wished she could agree. For months now, she has been training to be the clan’s Tsahik. She knew it would happen eventually but the time seemed to arrive quickly. Every day, she would sit with the clan's current Tsahik, her mate's mother, and they would train. She would be quizzed on anything she had ever learned.

Y/n understood why this was necessary; being Tsahìk was not an easy job to have. You had to have the most profound connection to Eywa, and have the trust of the people, but as time went on, y/n felt more and more exhausted. She was beginning to doubt herself.

Y/n couldn't complain; she knew that this was what would happen when she agreed to mate with Tonowari. He was to be the next Olo'keytian, and she will be his Tsahìk.

Tonowari was away on a hunting trip with his father, the current clan leader. This was not anything new; since they were children, the Olo’keytian would whisk his son away to train him. The father and son duo had been away for almost a week, and y/n was missing him terribly. She missed having him there to talk to. Missed having him there to reassure her, encourage her, and listen to her. Yes, she had other friends to talk to, but this wasn’t the same. Tonowari was her best friend before they became mates, telling each other everything.

“Okay, that’s enough for today.” Tonowari’s mother said, placing her bowl of herbs to the side, seeing how tired her son’s mate appeared.

“Once I've finished this.”

“No, I’ll finish it, go and rest, child.”

Y/n nodded and slowly stood up, not going to miss the chance to be alone.

Making her way out of the healers marui, y/n slowly walked towards the beach, needing time to relieve stress before she returned to her empty marui.

Sitting down and pulling her knees to her chest, y/n closed her eyes and took a deep breath. A moment later, she felt someone sit down beside her.

“Hello, miss Tsahik.”

A tired smile appeared on y/n face, “my dearest Ronal.”

“How’s it going?”

Turning to face her friend, y/n nodded tiredly, “Good, it's going… Good”

“Good? You look like you haven’t slept in three days.”

“Four, actually.” Y/n joked.

Ronal smiled at her friend before standing up, brushing the sand off her legs and holding out her hand, “Let’s get you to bed then.”

Y/n slowly took her friend's hand and stood up, Ronal brushing the sand off of her too.

“It’s too early for bed; I haven't even eaten.”

“Shh, it’s never too early for bed. Get some rest; I'll make something and bring it to you later, once you've woken up. Can't have you sleep deprived when Tonowari returns.” A smirk appeared on her lips.

Y/n smiled bashfully, her face heating up at Ronal implication but nodded, allowing her friend to guide her back to her marui.

The two girls spoke briefly before Ronal left, reminding y/n that she would come by later with food. Once y/n was alone, she sighed, looking around the empty marui. She missed Tonowari deeply, wishing that this trip would end so she wouldn’t feel alone.

Tonowari and his father walked up the beach just as the sun was starting to set. Residents of the village greeted them with smiles, but Tonowari couldn't see the one person he was looking for. His y/n. Excusing himself from the crowd, he walked to the healer's marui, thinking she would be there but, she wasn’t.

As he turned to leave, he came face to face with Ronal. Before he could speak, she shoved three leaf packages into his chest.

“Those are for y/n.”

“Where is she?” 

“Asleep. Hopefully. Bye”

With that, Ronal had walked off. Tonowari stood dumbfounded at the very brief encounter with his mate's best friend before letting his feet carry him to their shared marui. Stepping inside, he noticed a bundle of woven blankets against the far wall. Putting the packages down gently, he walked over to the bundle to see the top of his mate's head poking out.

Tonowari smiled sweetly at the sight, going over, getting down on his knees to kiss the side of her head. He could tell that y/n would be asleep for another hour or so, so he sat on the other side of the marui, sorting through the assortment of shells and rocks he had collected on his travels. Thinking of how he can make them into gifts for his loved ones.

As time passed, Tonowari heard a change in y/n breathing as she turned over, indicating that she was waking up. Slowly she opened her eyes, Tonowari giving her a gentle smile.

“You’re back,” y/n scrambled up and leaped onto her mate, still seated on the floor, her arms circling his neck. “Why didn’t you wake me?”

Tonowari circled his arms around her waist, pulling her close. 

“I couldn’t; you looked so peaceful.”

Squeezing, y/n pulled away, sitting on her knees so that she was somewhat eye level with her mate. Just as she opened her mouth to speak, Tonowari cut her off.

“I missed you,” he said sincerely, which made her heart flutter, 

“I missed you too.”

Tonowari gently pulled his mate forward and turned her so she was sitting with her back against his chest. He wrapped his arms around her, kissing her head again. Y/n turned her head, smiling up at her mate. Tonowari smiled down at her, placing a small kiss on her lips, followed by a second and a third. The pair grinned at each other before y/n turned back around, leaning her head onto her mate’s chest, and Tonowari placed his chin on her head.

Their pair asked each other about what they had missed being apart. Tonowari spoke about what he had seen while hunting, how he and his father stayed with another clan on a small island not too far from where they are now. Y/n hummed every once and a while to let him know that she was listening.

“How was your training this week?”

But Tonowari didn’t get a reply, peering down at his mate. He noticed that her eyes were closed and her breathing even. Smiling softly, Tonowari carefully lifted her, taking her to the sleeping mat and blanket. Setting her down gently, he laid beside her, pulling the blanket over their bodies. Tonowari wrapped his arms around her as her head rested on his chest.

“Sleep well, my love.”

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Nap Time

TerzOmega ~ Domestic Family Fluff

730 words

Ao3 Version

It's nap time in the TerzOmega household, and everyone is still getting used to their new routine following the birth of their second child.

Content Warning: implied mpreg(cis), mention of pregnancy complications

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It was the early afternoon when Starlight started to get cranky. Right on schedule.

Omega wasn’t surprised; his first child, now a precocious three year old, was blessedly predictable, as far as young children went. His youngest, still a newborn, was not quite so easy-going yet, and after nearly an hour of trying to settle her down for her nap, Astrid and Terzo were finally asleep in their bedroom.

Omega knew he’d likely have to sit and read to Star for about ten minutes before she fell asleep, so he ran to the bathroom first, telling her to stay put. When he returned, of course, she was nowhere to be found. Omega sighed and began hunting for her, checking her room first, hoping to find her waiting with a book. He grimaced when he found her bedroom empty.

As he passed his and Terzo’s room, he glanced through the half-open door, not expecting to find her there as he thought she knew better than to disturb her sister, but he had to backtrack, doing a double take. There was Starlight, laying with her head on the shoulder of a still-sleeping Terzo, eyelids heavy and sucking her thumb.

Omega’s heart melted at the sight. Silently he crossed the room to them, gently sitting on the bed, taking care not to shift too much and risk waking his sleeping husband. Terzo needed all of the rest he could get, since the birth of Astrid. They both did, really, but Terzo had so much anxiety after she was born that he had been struggling hard to fall asleep. He’d come closer to dying once again this time than either of them liked to admit, and they had reluctantly agreed that their second child would have to be their last. The experience had shaken them both.

Omega put a hand to Starlight’s head, brushing her silvery white hair out of her eyes.

“My little Star baby, we need to let Papa and Astrid sleep. Come on, we’ll go nap in your bed,” Omega spoke softly to the toddler. Starlight shook her head, curling up closer to her Papa and clinging to his shirt with the hand that wasn’t in her mouth. Omega couldn’t help the tender smile that threatened to overtake his face.

He couldn't bring himself to be upset with his daughter for wanting to be close to her Papa. He was sure it had been a difficult adjustment, having to share her parents’ attention with a new baby, even though she loved her little sister. Guilt tugged at him. 

Rather than argue and risk causing a commotion, he decided it would be smarter to settle down beside them, placing a hand on his daughter’s back, rubbing slowly. Soon her breathing deepened, became more steady. Even as he was drifting off himself, he couldn’t wipe away the grin. He allowed his eyes to close, grateful for this peaceful moment together as a family.

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Terzo opened his eyes groggily, trying to get his bearings. He became aware of his body in increments, eventually noticing the weight pinning his right shoulder. He looked down in confusion, vision still blurry. All he could see was white.

He propped himself up on his opposite elbow, trying to get a better look. His heart sang when he recognized his daughter’s face, looking positively angelic as she slept with her head in the crook of his arm. He chuckled warmly, kissing the crown of her head. He had missed getting as much time with her as he used to, but he knew it would level out once Astrid wasn't as high-demand as she was now. He hoped she realized that this imbalance in attention was temporary; his Star would always be his baby. 

It was then that he noticed Omega’s sleeping form behind her, his hand still resting on her back. Terzo’s stomach did a backflip; all of them sleeping soundly in the same room was a rare sight indeed. He turned his head, craning his neck to check on Astrid in her bassinet, humming happily when he saw that all was well.

Terzo took a moment to reflect on the last few years, on all of the impossibilities that they had overcome, on how lucky they had been. The gratitude soaked bone-deep. He let the warmth he felt in his chest overtake him, lulling him back to sleep.

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hi, could you write something about cuddling miko during a rainy day, with some tattoo tracing and Spanish thrown in there?

Yesss of course! Hope it’s to your liking. Enjoy 💖

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Rainy Days:

Warnings: none, just fluffy goodness 😊

Upon hearing the soft, rhythmic pattern of rain when you awoke, you knew that today was automatically going to be spent indoors. You’ve always loved rainy days. It was when you could slow down for the day, watch a movie, bake treats, and play card games. And today was no different.

Wrapped in each other’s arms, neither you or Miko were paying attention to the movie that was playing on the flat screen T.V. Save for occasional playful banter and soft make out sessions, the two of you stayed in comfortable silence as the storm continued on outside. The aroma of the chocolate chip cookies you two had baked earlier lingered heavily in the air, and you couldn’t help by sigh contently at how peaceful and pleasant the day had been so far.

“Todo bien, mami?” Miko murmured, planting a kiss to the top of your head .

“Of course. Im just loving how the day is going so far,” you hummed, your eyes fluttering closed as your girlfriend started to massage your scalp with her fingers.

“Me too. I could stay like this forever,” Miko replied softly.

The two of you stayed like this for a while, taking comfort in each other’s warmth and company. Even by the time the movie’s ending credits appeared on the screen, the storm showed no signs of stopping. And as much as you hated to admit it, you were getting bored.

“What else should we do?” you asked your girlfriend, turning your head to look at her.

“Aburrida, Y/N?” Miko giggled.

“Un poquito,” you admitted as she plants another kiss, this time on your temple.

“How about we play a card game?” Miko suggested, and you chuckled softly.

“No. You’d beat me no matter how hard I try to win,” you scoffed playfully, which made Miko laugh.

“We can make brownies?” Miko mused.

“We already made chocolate chip cookies earlier, mi amor,” you reminded her gently.

There was a beat of silence between you two for a moment. Contemplating on what to do. Then, Miko spoke again.

“How about if I let you paint my tattoos?” she said, a playful smile on her lips.

“Really?” you gasped, loving the idea.

“Claro que sí, mi nena.” Miko kissed your cheek. “Go get your paints, okay?”

With that, you hurried off to get your paints. You returned to the living room to find Miko laying on the floor with a cushion underneath her torso. Her oversized shirt was folded neatly on the couch’s arm, leaving her with her bra and shorts on. Carefully, you straddled your girlfriend, each leg on each side as you began to open the paints.

A peaceful silence loomed over the both of you as you ran the brush long her back, trying to stay inside the lines as possible, and it made you feel like a child again. Only this time your girlfriend was your personal coloring book. You smiled fondly as Miko nuzzled her face further in the cushion, a hint of a smile on her lips, her features relaxed and breathing steady.

“Cómo se ve, Y/N?” Miko hummed after some time had passed. You had the majority of her dragon painted already, and it looked great, if you did say so yourself.

“Está quedando lindo.” You smiled. “Ya puedes ver cuando termino.”

“Me parece bien, mi amor,” Miko replied softly, her eyes still closed.

Eventually, you finished painting your girlfriend’s dragon too. You allowed the paint to dry before you took a picture and showed it to her. Miko gasped in awe, a smile spreading on her lips as she admired the work you had done. You had painted a red and yellow dragon. And even changed the colors a little bit to make it look more colorful.

“I love it! Gracias, mi amor. Se ve cabrón,” she gushed, pecking your lips.

“Me alegro mucho, baby,” you mumbled against her lips, happy that she liked your work.

“Now let me paint on you,” Miko insisted, her voice soft and playful.

“But I don’t have any tattoos, Miko,” you laughed.

Your girlfriend smirked. “That doesn’t mean I still can’t draw on you.”

“Está bien,” you agreed and took your shirt off.

You laid on the cushion Miko was using earlier, and soon you felt the cool paint brush against your warm, soft skin. Your face nuzzled against the cushion, your eyes closed in relaxation. Her touch gentle. Her focus unbreakable. The storm kept rolling outside but you didn’t care. There was no one else you’d rather spend a rainy day with.