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

[trevuorzegras]

THE LONG WAY BACK 　SIDNEY CROSBY

　　　sidney crosby x fem celebrini!reader

SUMMARY 　after years of distance from the family she once helped raise, y/n returns to quietly support her brother macklin during the biggest moment of his hockey career. but when a connection with his teammate sidney sparks something unexpected, she’s forced to confront the life and love she had thought she left behind.

contains 　caretaking as a child, mild angst, slow burn romance, feelings of abandonment, mentions of guilt, self isolation, use of y/n.

　　WHEN THE OLDEST Celebrini was born, her parents had been set on no longer having kids. They figured y/n was enough — and for a while, she was. Y/n was one of the easiest babies imaginable. No fussing, she slept on schedule, and overall, she was the most perfect little girl.

But as the years passed, Robyn and Rick began trying for another child. They knew the next baby might not be as easy as y/n, but they were ready. After about four years of trying with no success, they gave up.

Then, two years later, Robyn found out she was pregnant with a baby boy. When they told six-year-old y/n — quiet, shy, and sweet — she was absolutely over the moon. She had always wanted a little sibling, ever since she’d spent the day with a friend who had a baby sister.

But when Aiden was born, y/n was terrified. Not because she didn’t want him, but because she was scared she’d break him. He was so small, so fragile. Every time her parents let her hold him, her little heart pounded with fear.

With time and reassurance from her parents, her fear faded. She stayed careful, but she started spending more time with her baby brother.

Then it happened again. Her parents sat her down with news of another baby. Despite their concern she might be upset, y/n was thrilled. She didn’t care that it was another boy — though she had hoped for a sister.

Macklin was born a few months later. Y/n, now eight, was a little disappointed it wasn’t a girl, but she already loved the little boy unconditionally. Aiden was now two — a wild, adventurous toddler in her opinion.

Y/n embraced the big sister role easily. Whenever her parents stepped away, even just to the kitchen — she was there, making sure Macklin didn’t roll off the couch and that Aiden didn’t run full speed into the walls.

It was hard for her to feel close to her younger brothers, though. With a six and eight-year gap, she worried they’d eventually stop needing her, or worse — stop loving her. But after a long, emotional talk with her parents, she understood that wouldn’t happen. Her parents loved all their children equally. Her fears melted.

By the time she was ten, her parents sat the three of them down again — news of another sibling. Aiden and Macklin didn’t fully understand, but y/n did. And she was thrilled, once again hoping for a sister.

She spent the whole pregnancy begging anyone who would listen for a girl.

When they brought home baby Charlie, y/n was buzzing with excitement. She finally had a sister.

Two years passed. Y/n, now twelve, noticed a pattern — her siblings all came two years apart. So she spent Charlie’s entire second year waiting for the news of another baby.

But the news didn’t come for a while.

When it finally did, y/n was thirteen and completely shocked. She figured Charlie was the last. She was wrong.

Baby RJ was born, and despite the growing age gap, y/n didn’t distance herself. She adored him. He was easier than all the others — a calm baby with big eyes and a peaceful soul. She felt so lucky.

As the years passed, her siblings looked up to her. She was their safe space. And when Aiden got into hockey, y/n was at every single game, cheering him on. When Macklin followed, she was right there again — balancing school and life, doing everything she could to support them.

Still, the younger Celebrinis took her for granted. She never really got into hockey, which Aiden and Macklin thought was pretty lame. They didn’t mean to hurt her — but it stung.

By eighteen, y/n left for college. She stayed in touch at first, but the focus was always on Aiden and Macklin and their hockey careers. Summers passed, and she stopped going home. She made excuses — “I have summer classes,” or “Layla asked me to stay with her.”

The truth? She needed space. After a childhood of helping raise her siblings, she was finally taking back her life.

But the excuses could only hold for so long. Aiden and Macklin, just twelve and ten, started to notice. They missed her. Charlie and RJ weren’t old enough to fully grasp what was happening, but they felt the absence.

After college, y/n drifted even further. She still called on occasion, but it wasn’t the same. She watched their lives from the sidelines — Aiden going to college, Macklin getting drafted, Charlie’s soccer games, RJ picking up hockey. All of it — through TV screens and social media.

It broke her heart, watching them grow without her. Saying goodbye without ever really saying it.

When Macklin was recruited for the 2025 IIHF World Championship, y/n was so proud. He was going to be representing Canada. She debated reaching out — worried she’d distract him, or worse, that he’d be angry.

But her heart won.

She called her parents and told them her plan. They gave her the address and times for Macklin’s practice.

She showed up at the arena, nerves buzzing. Who knew the hardest part would be just getting inside? Even after showing ID, the staff didn’t believe her — so they called Macklin.

She waited anxiously. Then she saw him — shorter than she remembered, but grown up. His eyes scanned the space before landing on her.

His jaw dropped. And then he ran.

He threw himself into her, nearly knocking her over. She laughed through the tears. He clung to her like he’d never let go.

“Is this real?” he whispered.

She nodded, rubbing his back. “It’s real, Mack. I’m so sorry.”

“No,” he said firmly. “Don’t apologize. You’re here now.”

She pulled back, looking at him — really looking. He was eighteen now. A man. And she’d missed so much.

But she was here. And that mattered.

The team was wrapping up practice, the echo of skates still fading across the ice as Macklin jogged off, sweat-soaked and smiling. Y/n waited near the bench area, a little awkward in her too-warm sweater, heart still hammering from seeing him again.

He beamed when he spotted her. “Y/n, c’mon! There’s someone I want you to meet.”

Before she could answer, he grabbed her wrist gently and led her toward a group of players packing up their gear. Her nerves kicked up again, but she followed. Macklin slowed when he reached one of the veterans — tall, calm, magnetic even out of his pads.

“Sid,” Macklin called out, tapping him on the shoulder. “This is my sister, Y/n.”

Sidney Crosby turned around with a polite smile and extended a hand. “Hey. Nice to meet you.”

Y/n smiled back, her palm brushing against his — warm, steady. “You too.”

He looked at her for a beat longer, eyebrows furrowing slightly. “Wait… I thought you only had one sister? The little one. Charlie, right?”

Macklin didn’t even notice what he’d just said — just laughed. “Yeah, Charlie’s the baby. She’s the boss of all of us.”

But y/n froze. The smile dropped from her lips before she could stop it.

Only one sister.

That’s what people thought — even Macklin’s own teammate. Like she had vanished so well, her existence had been erased.

Her throat tightened. “Right,” she muttered, stepping back slightly. “I guess I don’t really count anymore.”

Macklin turned, confused. “Y/n—”

But Sidney had already clocked the shift in her. His easy smile faded, replaced by something gentler. He touched Macklin’s arm. “Hey, give us a sec?”

Macklin hesitated, then gave her a concerned glance before nodding and stepping back.

Y/N stood there, arms folded, trying not to let it all spill out. She didn’t want to cry in front of someone she just met.

Sidney’s voice came quietly. “I didn’t mean anything by it. I’m sorry.”

She nodded, brushing it off with a brittle smile. “It’s okay. I’ve been… out of the picture for a while.”

“That doesn’t mean you’re not still part of it.”

Her eyes flicked up to his. His voice was so calm, like the words were just facts, not attempts to comfort.

He continued, “People forget what they can’t see. It’s not right. But it happens.”

Y/n gave a quiet laugh, dry and self-deprecating. “Guess I disappeared pretty well, huh?”

“You showed up today,” he said. “That says more than disappearing ever could.”

There was a pause. A quiet space between them, filled with unsaid things.

“You’re close with Mack,” she said eventually.

“Yeah. I try not to be the old guy on the team,” he said, cracking a smile. “But he’s easy to like.”

She chuckled softly. “Yeah. He always has been.”

They didn’t say anything after that. They just stood there for a few minutes, not moving, not pretending to be anywhere else.

Eventually, Macklin returned, and the moment faded into the background. But not completely.

Over the next few days, y/n stayed around. Macklin insisted on it. Their time together healed things faster than she expected — shared meals, stories, late-night conversations that made her feel like his sister again.

And Sidney?

He was always there — never too close, but never far either.

He held doors open. He brought her coffee once when he overheard her mention she missed the kind from her favorite campus café. He sat beside her at practices when he wasn’t on the ice, quiet and steady, asking gentle questions that didn’t pry but still made her feel known.

They didn’t flirt.

Not really.

But there was something building — in the way he always found her in a room, and the way she started noticing when he wasn’t around.

He didn’t rush it. Didn’t push. He was patient.

It wasn’t until the team dinner, a few nights before the end of the tournament, that anything shifted.

They ended up seated next to each other — Macklin’s doing, she was sure. The food came. The conversations blurred around them. And halfway through, as she laughed at something Sid said — not even a joke, just the way he told it — she caught him looking at her.

Not just a glance. A look.

Like he was seeing something rare.

She looked away first.

After dinner, outside the restaurant in the cool night air, they lingered while Macklin joked with teammates nearby.

Sidney turned to her. “Can I walk you back to your hotel?”

She nodded. “Sure.”

They walked in comfortable silence, the sounds of the city quiet behind them. His hands were in his pockets. Hers were clenched nervously at her sides.

At the door to her building, she paused. “Thanks for… everything.”

He shook his head, his voice quieter now. “You don’t owe anyone thanks for being here. Least of all me.”

She looked up at him, and for a second, everything she’d been carrying — years of distance, guilt, loneliness — sat heavy in her chest.

“You make it easy to stay,” she said, voice barely a whisper.

His eyes didn’t leave hers. “Then stay.”

A beat.

Just a look — full of the promise of something neither of them was ready to rush.

“Goodnight, Y/n,” he said.

“Goodnight, Sid.”

And when she closed the door behind her, her heart was still racing. Not with fear.

But with something she hadn’t felt in a long, long time.

Hope.

Macklin wasn’t stupid.

He noticed it the second y/n sat beside Sidney at the team dinner. The way Sid subtly angled his body toward her. The way she smiled a little longer than usual, tucking her hair behind her ear like she used to when she was nervous but trying to play it cool.

And the way Sid looked at her?

Yeah. Macklin had seen that look before. Usually on the ice — right before Crosby made a move no one else saw coming.

After the dinner, as they all walked back to the hotel, Macklin hung back. Watched the two of them walking just a little ahead. Not touching. Not talking much.

But that energy was undeniable. It crackled in the space between them like static.

Macklin smirked to himself.

Game on.

The next morning, at breakfast in the hotel lobby, Macklin slid into the seat across from y/n with a grin that screamed trouble.

“Sleep okay?” he asked innocently.

“Yeah, why?” y/n eyed him suspiciously, stirring her coffee.

He shrugged. “No reason. Just wondering if maybe you dreamt about anyone who’s captain of a certain NHL team.”

She froze. “Macklin—”

“I mean, Sid’s single,” he continued, ignoring the warning tone. “You’re single. You both like quiet walks and brooding in corners. It’s kind of perfect.”

Y/n gave him a flat look. “You’re not funny.”

“I’m a little funny,” he said, winking. “Come on, Y/n. I’ve never seen him not look like a stone-faced killer… until he talks to you.”

She rolled her eyes, biting back a smile. “That doesn’t mean anything.”

Macklin leaned forward, suddenly serious. “Look, I know you’re trying to be careful. And I get it — it’s been a long time since you let anyone in. But… you’re allowed to.”

Her gaze softened. “You think he’d even be interested?”

Macklin grinned. “He already is.”

Y/n stared at her coffee, cheeks warming. “We’re just… talking.”

“Sure,” he said, standing up and stretching. “And I’m just a casual hockey player.”

She threw a napkin at him as he walked away.

Later that day, Macklin caught Sidney in the hallway outside the locker room.

“Hey, Sid,” he said casually. “You doing anything after practice?”

“Not really, why?”

“You should come to dinner with me and Y/n.”

Sid paused. “Just the three of us?”

“Yep.”

There was a beat.

Sid narrowed his eyes. “You setting me up?”

Macklin threw his hands up. “I’m just trying to have dinner with my sister and a teammate. No hidden motives.”

Sid didn’t look convinced.

But he showed up anyway.

At dinner that night, Macklin made an excuse halfway through the meal — something about needing to call Charlie back at home.

Y/n squinted at him. “You’re ditching already?”

“I’ll be back,” he said quickly, already moving. “You two can hold down the fort.”

She looked across the table at Sidney, who was trying — and failing — not to smile.

“So… this was definitely a setup,” she said.

“Yeah,” he admitted. “But I’m not mad about it.”

She smiled. “Neither am I.”

They didn’t talk about anything huge that night. No big confessions or declarations. Just soft laughter. Easy glances. A shared dessert.

By the time Macklin returned, twenty minutes later and suspiciously not on the phone, he found them leaning toward each other across the table, heads close.

He didn’t interrupt.

He just stood there for a second, watching.

His sister. The one who had drifted so far — was glowing in a way she hadn’t in years.

And Sid? The guy who rarely let anyone past the surface?

Yeah. He was in trouble.

Macklin grinned.

Mission: very much in progress.

They didn’t talk about it.

Not openly.

Not the way her hand always found the seat beside his in the locker room lounge. Not the way his eyes lingered when she laughed at something one of the rookies said. Not the subtle shift in energy every time they were near — like the air itself leaned closer.

Sidney never rushed it.

Y/n liked that about him. He didn’t push. He didn’t flirt for attention. He just noticed things — like when she rubbed the back of her neck when she was overwhelmed, or how she only took sugar in her coffee when she was tired. He started ordering it sweet on days she didn’t realize she needed it.

And she noticed things too — like the quiet way he always watched the ice before practice, alone, as if centering himself. The way he always waited to leave until Macklin did, like a protective older brother. The way he softened around her, even when he didn’t mean to.

Every night they walked back from the arena or a team dinner, the gap between them felt smaller. And every time they reached her hotel, it was like hitting pause on something that wanted so badly to play.

That night, it was raining.

Not hard — just a soft, steady drizzle that misted the streets and clung to the air like memory.

They’d stayed late after dinner. Macklin had ducked out early again, probably on purpose, and Sidney offered to walk her back.

Again.

The silence between them was comfortable. Familiar. But tonight, it felt different. Charged.

Y/n broke it quietly. “I used to think I couldn’t come back.”

Sid turned his head. “Why?”

She exhaled, hugging her arms. “Because too much time had passed. Because I thought if I showed up again, I’d be the girl who abandoned everyone.”

“You didn’t abandon them,” he said softly.

“I left.”

“You needed to.”

She looked up at him then, her expression vulnerable. “What if they still blame me?”

“I don’t think they do,” he said. “And even if they did… it doesn’t change that you came back. That you’re still here.”

She stared at him, rain softening the ends of her hair, skin dewy and glowing beneath the streetlight.

He cleared his throat, hesitating. “You know, Macklin asked me what I thought of you.”

Her brows rose. “He did?”

Sid nodded, smiling. “A while ago. I told him you reminded me of someone who moves before the puck even drops. Like… you know exactly where the play’s going. Just a little too scared to skate toward it.”

Her lips parted, stunned into silence.

He took a slow step forward, then another — not crowding her, just closing the distance in a way that made her chest ache.

“I’ve been waiting for you to make your move,” he added, voice low.

Y/n’s heart thundered in her chest.

“And if I don’t?” she asked, a whisper.

“Then I will.”

A pause. A single breath.

Then he leaned in.

Slow, deliberate — like he wanted to give her every second to stop him.

She didn’t.

Her eyes fluttered closed just as his lips brushed hers — tentative at first, a quiet meeting of warmth and longing. Then deeper, more certain. A kiss that spoke of everything unsaid between them — the years lost, the closeness found, the fragile beginning of something that had waited long enough.

When they pulled apart, their foreheads rested against each other’s.

She smiled, dazed and breathless. “Took you long enough.”

He laughed quietly. “You were worth the wait.”

From then on, it wasn’t a question of if, but when.

They still moved slowly — stolen glances at games, late-night talks in hotel lobbies, hands brushing under tables like a secret. They didn’t need to rush. They had time now.

And for the first time in years, Y/n felt like she had a place again — not just as Macklin’s sister or the girl who left.

But as someone worth staying for.

And someone worth kissing in the rain.

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[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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The young boy wasn't aware of how he found himself in such a position.

His bubbly classmate followed him around like a shadow — every second of the school day — practically glued to his side.

Shoto may be dense, but he's not completely clueless, he knew about her strong feelings for him.

Maybe because she's so unapologetically open about it but still...

He doesn't particularly mind her presence, often feeling more comfortable if she were at his side then not, growing used to the hyper melody — her voice — next to him.

Y/N is quite an enthusiastic girl, so he's not that shocked when she calls him to join her outside the dorms, the duo sitting on a bench as they share a cold snack together.

She smiles, easily breaking the joint popsicles, handing him half of it as he hesitantly accepts.

"I always think stuff tastes better when shared!"

He silently nods.

There's not much he has to say whenever they're together, after all, she seems to understand his quiet nature better than most people.

"Too bad I have no younger siblings, I ate these alone growing up."

She quiets down for a second — the gears already turning in her head — and proceeding to give him a mixed look of amusement and curiosity.

"Hey 'roki, are you also an only child?"

He meets her intrigued gaze, averting his eyes for a moment as he hums in thought.

Eventually deciding to spare her from the situation regarding his eldest sibling, maybe he'll tell the girl another time, but he'd much rather keep this moment light hearted.

As it always is with her — something peaceful — away from all the struggles of his life back home.

"I have two older siblings... a brother and sister," he softly mumbles.

Her eyes light up at the new information, tilting her head as she continues.

"Do you all look alike?"

His brows slightly furrow as he wonders — never really giving it much thought before — slowly recalling Natsu and Fuyumi's features, looking up to the starry sky as he remembers the similarities.

"Probably yes."

She giggles as her imagination runs wild, previously assuming he'd be an only child, given his stoic demeanor.

The confirmation only makes her questions multiply.

"Similar personalities?"

A family full of people just like him would sure be a funny site, if true. He shakes his head, re-meeting her fascinated gaze with a calmer expression.

"No, they are nice."

She immediately replies, as if bothered by his words, the subtle negative self-esteem catching her attention.

"You're nice too— I mean, you're nicer!"

His eyes soften, just barely, not saying anything in response as he takes a bite out of the popsicle.

Y/N seems to notice, her smile growing at the realization as she asks another teasing question.

"Which one of you is better looking?"

"Both of them are beautiful."

She playfully pouts, giving him a look of disapproval and nodding with confidence at her next words.

"No way! I refuse to believe it, you're the most beautiful 'roki."

Her gaze returns back to her cold snack, casually taking another bite like she was just pointing out the obvious, smiling at the delicious taste. Not even needing to know what his siblings look like to be sure of her answer.

He stares at her for a moment, processing what she just said.

A small smile slowly breaking on his face as he looked forward, a warm sensation felt in his chest, a feeling of much needed tranquility as they sat next to each other.

"You're probably the only one that says so..."

His smile was gone before she could catch it.

She hums.

"I don't think that's true, but even if it is, not only do I think you're better, I will always think that way."

Their gazes slowly meet, warmth filling both of their bodies despite a soft breeze passing by, heartbeats steadying in unison.

It was odd.

Nothing out of the ordinary was happening, yet the air around them felt different tonight, more intimate.

"If they're worth 100 marks, then you are worth 101. That special point will always be saved for you."

No other words had to be said, the sound of rustling leaves being long forgotten in the background.

Her eyes showed nothing but sincerity and affection.

It was him that broke eye contact first, looking straight ahead as another soft smile breaks out on his face, not even trying to hide it behind his walls anymore.

He doesn't visibly light up often but when he does... she's right — he truly is beautiful.

The fact that she had the power to make him feel at ease, made her more thrilled than anything else. She'd always offer him a place to be vulnerable; maybe that's why he likes having her around.

Have the urge to keep her just as close.

"The popsicle is good."

"Mhm?"

He looks back at her with a softened expression, making her heart jump at the sight.

"I'll buy you one, next time."

She shyly smiles.

"Okay, I'll be waiting then."

They weren't aware of how much time had passed, sitting together under the moon, having a small break from their rigorous training and studying — hectic student life in general.

But it didn't matter, not when they got each other, brought together by a pair of popsicles.

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[xiepheer]

you know i have a ideia here so what If Y/N was dating any of the elemental guardians and let them meet their future father/mother-in-law but Y/N being the child of Beast's is one thing that their partner didn't know about :)

Now i have some pairs here that would make kinda sense in the story

Shadow milk cookie and wind archer cookie

Mystic flour cookie and frost queen cookie

Burning spice cookie and fire spirit cookie

Eternal sugar cookie and moonlight cookie

Silent salt cookie and sea fairy cookie

Good luck my friend >:)

Meeting

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾. 🫧𓇼𓏲*ੈ✩‧₊˚🎐‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

Heh... Guess who returned and raised from the dead...

ITS ME YES 😻

I lost motives to write I am DEEPLY sorry 😭

I guess I'm feeling a lil motivated today idk why but...

ENJOY 🫶

Scenario: legendary cookies dating the reader and meeting their parents (Which are the beasts!)

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‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾. 🫧𓇼𓏲*ੈ✩‧₊˚🎐‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

Shadow Milk cookie

Reader's Lover: Wind Archer cookie

Wind Archer cookie, the resemblance of wind itself had great beef with your father which you didn't know.

You didn't know means that you thought it'd be a great idea to let them both meet.

"Come one dad! I promise it'll be a great surprise!"

You exclaimed.

Your father was quite busy at the moment but you insisted because it's work that can be paused for a while.

Plus you've already brought Wind Archer cookie along.

So your father had no choice but to agree.

When they met, confusion, rage, and defense immediately flared up.

Your father, Shadow Milk Cookie didn't become defensive too much unlike Wind Archer cookie.

Wind Archer was clutching his bow and arrow tightly, ready to shoot.

Immediately you quickly ran in between them to stop further more fights.

They were confused.

Especially Wind Archer Cookie.

He was so ready to blow off the beasts head off.

Though that wasn't possible because Shadow Milk is quite literally immortal with his soul jam.

Once you explained that you meant to let them meet, Wind Archer just glared at Shadow Milk.

For of course becoming a soon to be son in law.

Teasing him that he would have to call the beast that caused tons of chaos around the world "Father".

As if he would.

Eventually, they both agreed to not hurt each other

Only because YOU said so.

Wind Archer cookie wouldn't hesitate to shoot him arrows if only your father wasn't him.

Though Shadow Milk cookie didn't really want to fight (or maybe he did. Who knows? He's the cookie of Deceit) and only wanted to make fun and tease him.

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾. 🫧𓇼𓏲*ੈ✩‧₊˚🎐‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

Eternal Sugar cookie

Reader's Lover: Moonlight Cookie

The first thing you knew is that Moonlight cookie didn't seem to mind who your parents are.

All she wanted is for you to have a great life and sweet dreams.

Of course your mother, Eternal Sugar cookie didn't mind who you were dating too because all she cared about is making you happy.

Seems quite similar to each other right?

So one day, you decided that it's a great time to finally introduce your girlfriend to your mother.

"Ah mother! I finally found you! I brought my lover with me and hoping you'd want to meet her!"

You said.

Your mother, reveals herself by opening her angelic wings which formed some sort of cocoon around her when closed.

"Why of course! Anything to make you happy dear!"

Immediately, you brought in moonlight cookie and to your surprise, they actually get along.

They didn't try to fight or so.

Just chatting and your mother seems to be very fond of her almost immediately!

This is great.

One of their reasons to this is because they've very much similar to each other.

To how they both want to make cookies feel at peace by bringing them into a world full of paradise and beyond imagination.

Your mother's reasoning was because she wasn't fond of fights and doesn't want to cause one and destroy the garden.

Plus she wouldn't really wanna mess with a celestial guardian.

She knows her place when it comes to celestial beings but of course wouldn't want cookies leave her paradise.

Celestial beings like Moonlight cookie are the only exception in her world of paradise.

So pretty much they'd get along.

Just not getting along with the fact that one causes destruction.

But on the other hand, you were glad that they get along fine and well so that means your relationship is fine.

(A/N: I skipped ep. 9 dialogues but watched some of them with Eternal Sugar's dialogues! But I'm not sure if this accurate or not! :))

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Burning Spice cookie

Reader's Lover: Fire Spirit cookie

For Burning Spice, he is okay with anyone who can fight and spark away his boredom.

So that means, he doesn't care who your partner is. As long as they're strong enough to fight him, he's all goods.

Meanwhile, Fire Spirit cookie doesn't like fights much but does fight every now and then.

Fighting evil of course like the other legendary and elemental guardians.

Fire Spirit also loves to boast very much like your father but is far from being like your father.

No. He's actually gentle and careful with you.

And one day, you decided it's time for Fire Spirit to meet your father.

"Father! There is someone I think you'd like to meet!"

You exclaimed.

That immediately shot burning spice for his throne with an interested look.

He was waiting for you to speak up.

Was it a new fighter?

Was one gonna fight him to prove his love for you?

He needed you to spill it out NOW.

You immediately dragged in Fire Spirit in.

When you introduced your father to Fire Spirit, Burning Spice immediately took the chance to lunge at the cookie and start swaying.

That took you and your liver by surprise so in instinct, you tried to stop them but Fire Spirit fought back.

Burning Spice was surprised at how powerful this cookie is.

Not knowing he was actually the representation of fire.

Eventually, you managed to stop them from fighting and your father let out a laugh of satisfaction.

No one had taken him since Golden Cheese cookie did.

So immediately, Fire Spirit got accepted.

But of course, in one condition. Fire Spirit will have to fight him from time to time.

And Fire Spirit has to agree because he does leave you. He doesn't want to leave you and ignore his feelings just because he was offered to fight.

And it wasn't even everyday. Might be a few every month.

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾. 🫧𓇼𓏲*ੈ✩‧₊˚🎐‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

Mystic Flour cookie

Reader's Lover: Frost Queen cookie

First things first, your mother, Mystic Flour cookie supports whoever your lover is.

She doesn't care if it's a female or male.

As long as you're happy and okay with life, she is as well.

Frost Queen cookie also have the same thoughts.

Whoever your parent is, she doesn't care. As long as you are happy with her and your parent.

So one day, you decided it was a good idea for them to meet since they both have the same demeanor.

"Dear mother, there is a special someone I'd like you to meet."

You said as your mother opened her eyes from her slumber.

Your mother, seems like she doesn't want to leave her cocoon but it is her job to make you happy.

"Bring whoever that is in child."

Her voice rang and echoed in the empty and dark halls of her palace.

When you pulled in Frost Queen cookie, your mother examined her first before stating that she is your lover.

Her and your mother didn't do much except stare.

You broke the silence by asking how your dear lover is and if she's accepted.

Of course her answer was the honest answer.

"I see she has power beyond mine. I shall respect that. Therefore, I shall support you not only because of her power, but for your happiness as well."

And that made you happy.

You didn't know that she would accept Frost Queen immediately.

Though Frost Queen and her seemed to bond very well.

As mother and daughter in law of course.

You, Frost Queen and Mystic Flour cookie would take tea at mornings.

You chatted, they listened.

Though Frost Queen didn't like the beasts for doing such cruelty to the world but for now, she observed that Mystic Flour seems to be harmless for now as she is healing through her last encounter with Dark Cacao.

Your mother did tell Frost Queen to never hurt you which of course, Frost Queen herself knew that she wouldn't do so in the first place.

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾. 🫧𓇼𓏲*ੈ✩‧₊˚🎐‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

HELLOOOO CHATTT!!!

YEAH I FINALLY WROTE SOMETHIGN AFTER LEAVING YALL FOR DAYS AND WEEKS!

I'm so sorry 😭 🙏

Anyways I hope yall liked this one!

Also yall, What do yall think about Longan Dragon cookie?

They're my main hyperfixating at the moment!

Anyways bye! 🫶

[stiltonbasket]

I almost never post TGCF on this blog, but this concept has been plaguing my mind for a solid week, so here goes.

Consider an AU where, for various reasons, Bai Wuxiang never really notices Xie Lian. Xie Lian finds little Hong-hong'er long before the Shangyuan Festival where they met in canon, which means Xie Lian never stops to save a falling child during the parade (though baby Hua Cheng was already smitten by then). Xie Lian never ascends, since the demon of Yi Nian bridge never appears at the bridge after the festival; and the Xian Le-Yong'an civil war still takes place, but ends in Xian Le's favor within a few years.

Eighteen months into the war, Feng Xin disappears during a raid.

Xie Lian and the rest of his men search for him for months; but eventually, they're forced to report him as missing, assumed dead. At some point, Xie Lian returns to the palace and is sought out by Jian Lan, who was in a secret relationship with Feng Xin before he went to war—and who now has no one to legitimize their unborn child, although Feng Xin knew that she was pregnant and was planning to marry her during his next leave.

As the king's sole child, Xie Lian is under immense pressure to marry and father an heir to succeed him in case he dies in battle. In addition, he blames himself for Feng Xin's apparent death; and when Jian Lan comes to him for help, Xie Lian offers to marry her and accept her child as his own for Feng Xin's sake. This way, Xie Lian gets to maintain his cultivation path, and Jian Lan and her baby become members of Xian Le's royal family.

The war ends six months after the baby's birth: and eventually, Feng Xin returns alive from Yong'an, having been imprisoned there for over a year. When he gets back to the capital, he learns about Jian Lan's marriage to Xie Lian and is understandably distraught; but he makes peace with the situation relatively quickly, because 1) he knows that Jian Lan's life would have been ruined if someone hadn't stepped in to marry her and 2) Xie Lian has given him and Jian Lan his blessing to continue their relationship in secret.

His only stipulation is that they keep the relationship secret, because any speculation about the new Crown Princess's fidelity could call her child's legitimacy into question. And while Xie Lian would never object to an amicable divorce and co-parenting situation so that Jian Lan could marry Feng Xin, a divorce would be detrimental to all three families involved and damage the new baby prince's future prospects.

It's surprisingly easy for the three of them to work out an arrangement, since Feng Xin is expected to spend most of his time close to Xie Lian (and by extension, to Jian Lan as well). Fenglan get to be together, baby Xie Yan grows up being doted on by his mom and two dads, and Xie Lian is blissfully free of any obligations to continue the family line now that he has successfully "fathered" a son.

This goes on without a hitch for over ten years, until one of Feng Xin's old war injuries acts up and forces him into retirement. He still spends 100% of his time with the royal family, but he no longer accompanies Xie Lian when the latter is away from Jian Lan and Xie Yan.

Enter young army general Hua Cheng, who won the right to serve as the Crown Prince's bodyguard after a very intense trial by combat.

And so begins a long year of Hua Cheng absolutely losing it because of how badly he wants to be with Xie Lian. He knows that Xie Lian would never betray his wife, and has no intentions of breaking up his beloved's family: but he manages to keep it together until the day Xie Lian and Jian Lan announce that they're expecting their second child, because he catches the "unfaithful" Crown Princess kissing Feng Xin in a deserted hallway right after the congratulatory banquet.

Xie Lian was just trying to have a nice night in with Xie Yan when a sobbing Hua Cheng dragged Feng Xin into his room and started begging him (Xie Lian) not to give in to despair at his wife's and best friend's betrayal. Hua Cheng does get a complete explanation about The Arrangement, but he's very distressed about not being able to beat Feng Xin up to his heart's content.

(He and Xie Lian get together a few months later, after which Hua Cheng surrenders the title of Most Heartbroken Man Alive and becomes the Smuggest Man Alive.)

[absolutely-esme]

What if This Wasn't Jack and Miko's First Rodeo?

Based on vibes, Jack and Miko (from Transformers Prime) feel like they could have each previously been the hero of a children's adventure novel. Specifically, the kind where the main character goes to a magical world, has a whole life-changing adventure, and then returns to their everyday life.

Miko never quite managed to readjust to normal life.

It's not that she didn't want to go back to her home and family. She just doesn't quite seem fit back into the space she left behind.

It's hard to go back from from navigating the world on her own terms and making judgement calls that shape the fate of kingdoms to being a child who has decisions made for her by the adults around her. She knows her parents and teachers mean well, but the lack of autonomy chafes. Growth is a one way road. She can't go back to being the little girl that she used to be.

Even once she gets used to applying the relevant version of common sense again, she still struggles to connect with others, especially her peers. How is someone who's experienced two worlds and made judgement calls with lives on the line supposed to relate to someone who's never traveled further than the beach or had a worry bigger than a math test?

She also misses that other world and the friends she made there just as much as she missed home when she was there. The feeling of longing for a home that's a world away didn’t disappear, it just changed targets.

Additionally, from an outside perspective, there's no reason for her to have changed the way she has. She could try telling someone, but who would believe her? So she's left dealing with things by herself.

She tries so hard to settle into life back home, but she just can't do it. It's like trying to wear her shoes on the wrong feet.

She puts in the work to get her grades where they need to be for the exchange program when the not-rightness of things familiar things turned unfamiliar gets to her. It helps some.

There's still the restrictions of childhood, but the host parents mostly just make sure she's not gonna die or break a bone while in their care rather than trying to actively parent her. It's a little easier to handle. She still feels a little out of place, but without the frustration of knowing she shouldn't. Most importantly, no one in Jasper expects her to be her old self.

It's still kind of stifling and off, and she still finds herself struggling with the wariness of too many peaceful days in a row (and with not being allowed to carry any sort of weapon on her person day to day).

Then, she encounters the Cybertronians.

It's been a few years at this point, but Miko still remembers the call to adventure, and she can sure as hell recognize it now! She answers with all she's got.

It's not the same, and the friends she made last time aren't here, but there's a situation that her trained instincts actually fit into and people who know what it is to fight with the odds stacked against you. Bulkhead even reminds her of some of the warriors she'd gotten on with in a way that makes her feel sure they're gonna get on like a house on fire once they get to know each other.

Also, one of the kids from her new school is actually like her! That was cool.

She knew this wouldn't last. She would eventually have to go home, whether this adventure ended before then or not. She would be back to enduring the ill-fitting drudgery of normal life sooner or later. But this was a balm to her soul while she had it.

Jack did manage to readjust to normal life, but it was a long and painful process.

He went through the unexpected culture shock upon returning home, the frustration of going from independence back to dependence, the sorrow of having said goodbye to the friends he made along the way, the feelings of displacement, and the expectations he'd outgrown when no one was looking. It was rough.

He rolled up his sleeves and got to work at cobbling himself and his life back together.

He wrestled down the urge to knock bullies down a peg like misbehaving recruits because they weren't on a battlefield, and they weren't going to get someone killed, and they weren't his responsibility.

He did his homework no matter how stupidly inconsequential and purposeless it seemed after having experienced situations where being right or wrong actually mattered because that's what his job was, now, and it was important to his mom.

Some things he couldn't shake, so he found a way to fit them into his new life. (His mom would never understand how much that survival knife meant to him.)

It was grueling. It was miserable. He drifted apart from some friends that he just couldn't connect with anymore.

But he kept chipping away at it. He kept disarming triggers and finding socially acceptable ways to manage things. He took it one day at a time and focused on his responsibilities and the people around him, because it's so much easier to muster courage and willpower for someone else's sake than for his own.

Eventually, the discomfort settled into something like peace. He'll never be the same as he was before the adventure, but he wouldn't be even if the adventure hadn't happened. People change and grow, especially when they're kids. He has moved forward and is fairly content with the quiet life he's leading in Jasper, Nevada.

Then he encounters the Cybertronians.

Once again, he's yanked out of a mundane, ordinary day and thrown into a dangerous, high-stakes situation. Old reflexes from battle on dragonback, or whatever, have him holding on and staying on when the motorcycle under him suddenly takes off and engages in a high-speed chase/battle instead of falling off when it first moves and watching it speed away. He doesn't let himself think about how much easier it was to go back to this than to go back to regular life.

Jack also remembers and recognizes the call to adventure. All he can think is "Oh God, not again."

He had just barely managed to piece his life back together. He couldn't do it again.

He tried to walk away, but he couldn't do that either.

Not when standing among war-weary giants still felt more comfortable than sitting in the school cafeteria with his back facing a crowd. Not when the one person he's encountered who apparently does actually get what he's been through solemnly confirms that walking away was never really an option for people like them. Not when another soul jaded from the loss of comrades in arms admits to taking solace in his company.

Not when this is Raf's first life-changing adventure, and he was going to be alone at the end of it unless Jack or Miko stayed (and Miko couldn't stay past the end of the exchange program).

Miko and Jack sort of confuse each other at first.

Over the course of the first few transformer-related encounters, Miko manages to piece together that Jack is like her!

She hadn't realized at first, because he did a weirdly good job of passing for the most boring, unremarkable guy to ever stand blandly in the background, right up until he landed in the middle of things. Then you could see the outline of what he'd lived and who he actually was.

She couldn't fathom why he had decided to roleplay milk toast (She could see the paradoxical relief loosening his shoulders and back when he had an emergency to respond to, so he must be feeling the strain of the ordinary, too), but it was good to know him either way.

They don't instantly click, but she does get close enough to him to be concerned when he tries to bow out. Right now, they have a space that the parts of themselves that grew beyond mundane life fit into, and he's giving that up? The loss of context is painful, and she doesn't understand why he would put himself through that sooner than he has to.

Jack takes longer to clock Miko.

He initially sees her enthusiasm as her not understanding the seriousness of what's going on and simply finding day to day life boring in the way of a child who's only known peace. He also isn't looking closely because he starts off looking to get out as soon as he can.

It takes him a while to realize that her eagerness to be involved is because she has been the one who faces the monsters before and she built herself into someone better suited to that than to the life of a schoolgirl. Where he cursed the journey that changed him, she cursed the long-outgrown space she was forced back into.

This idea is inspired by the vibe of the interactions between Jack and Miko early on in the series.

The conversation between Jack and Miko when Jack tries to quit, in particular, felt more layered and intense than it should've been. Especially when you take their overall attitudes toward eachother at first into account.

Jack and Miko each seem to start out seeing the other as a civilian kid who shouldn't be here and also in a separate category from themselves.

For Miko, it tends to manifest as more of a "you are a civilian, so you should really stay out of the way, and let me, a Capable Adventurer, do my thing."

For Jack it tends to be more of a "you are a dumbass civilian kid with no comprehension of the dangers, so I have a responsibility, as someone who knows what he's doing, to keep you alive."

[wandaslittlelove]

The Finding

Pairing: Agatha Harkness x Reader x (Eventual) Rio Vidal Warnings: Big mention of Agere in this chapter Part of The Witch, The Bunny, The Cosmic Entity

After that night Agatha couldn’t get you out of her mind. Dreams of you came to her every night like a calling. Images of you becoming her familiar, staying by her side, date nights, and kisses until they turned to another path. The other dreams stayed but slowly dreams of you being in her arms as you babbled, her taking care of you, and then one she couldn’t get out of her mind. It was a short dream. One she had woken up to startled. You were laying in her lap as you suckled from her nipples. The scene wasn’t sexual in the slightest. Her dream self looked relaxed and at peace. And you…you looked so small. That’s not the only thing though.

Recently Agatha had been paying closer attention. She noticed how when you both would go into a village you would linger around the stalls with toys. She noticed how you seemed a little smaller in the mornings. How when you got overwhelmed tears would well up in your eyes and you would talk as if you were younger. She started noticing all of it. 

The thing that got her questioning though was after you both had to move again. You had grown a bit attached to the last place you were in and was sad to leave. One morning as Agatha was in the small kitchen fixing some food you had come down after just waking up. You were still in your sleep clothes and your hair was a bit messy. Agatha watched as you sat down at the table and the way your thumb made its way into your mouth. When you noticed her watching you quickly removed it. She said nothing not wanting to make you uncomfortable but made a note of it. She had been doing that alot. 

It was a random Wednesday when Agatha hovered outside of a healer's house. Her plan was simple: get the witch to come with her and then she’d steal their power. Then she’d return to you. She shook the thought out of her mind. No, she'd return to the house. The healer invited her in with a polite smile. Agatha scanned the room. Everything was precisely organized. Books were organized on a shelf. Dishes were put away by color. The witch sat a cup of tea infront of her then took a seat across from her.

“You’ve been having dreams. Flashes of images. The girl. She’s special” Agatha looks at the witch, her eyes narrowing slightly. “I can see great things in your future. Everything you want will come true. The girl. Such a little spirit” After that the witch stands. Agatha sits stunned for a moment.

“A little spirit?” She questions. She stirs the tea in the cup pretending not to care.

“Oh yes. A mind with childlike wonder.” Agatha’s thoughts race. Back to all of the things she had been taking notes on. The way you seemed to curl into her when she allowed it, the stuffed rabbit, the thumb in your mouth, the hairstyles, the way you seemed so carefree when you were outside playing with flowers, then her mind goes to the box she had found under your bed. The toys and everything weren’t for a child. They were for you. 

Agatha stumbled out of the healers house before she could think. Her mind ran over and over again about what to do. Before she knew it she was standing at the door of your guys cabin.

[jcreauprcntissfam]

first night and promises.

emily prentiss had faced down serial killers, international criminals, and the deepest recesses of her own mind, but nothing in her life had ever prepared her for this.

this tiny, fragile little person in her arms—her daughter—was looking up at her like she held the answers to everything in the universe.

aria had come into the world just a few hours earlier, and the raw intensity of it still hadn’t worn off. jj was fast asleep in the hospital bed, utterly spent after a grueling labor, her body finally surrendering to exhaustion. emily had stayed by her side the entire time, her hand gripping jj’s through the pain, the tears, and the eventual joy.

jj and emily had thought long and hard about the decision. they weren’t in their late twenties or early thirties anymore. having a child at this age, with their careers, was a choice. the right choice. henry, now graduating high school, and michael, just starting his sophomore year, had kept them busy for years. after will and jj divorced, emily naturally became their mom too. their family was happy—full of love and laughter. but the thought lingered in emily’s mind, and jj’s too, after they finally admitted it to each other last christmas morning.

“i want a baby. with you.”

maybe it was the desire to create someone who was a mixture of them both. maybe emily wanted to rewrite the what-ifs she’d carried since she was fifteen. maybe jj wanted to fill the space maggie might have held if things had been different.

either way, the decision became clear. after months of ivf preparations, genetic testing, and everything else, jj fell pregnant in early spring.

and now, here they were. quiet. peaceful. whole. 

the dim lights of the hospital room casting a warm glow as emily sat in the chair beside jj’s bed, cradling aria in her arms.

aria elizabeth jareau-prentiss. they toyed around with the middle name for a while. they tried ‘rose’, in honor of jj’s late sister - but they kept landing back on emily’s middle name. 

‘she can give it a better meaning to me’ emily recalled months before the birth. no longer associated with her estranged mother, but associated with the miracle she now held. 

the baby was wrapped snugly in a soft pink blanket, her impossibly tiny fingers curling and uncurling against emily’s chest. she didn’t cry, didn’t fuss—she just stared up at emily with those big, brown eyes that seemed to see everything.

emily swallowed hard, her throat tight with emotion as she met her daughter’s gaze. 

“hi there..”

she whispered, her voice soft and reverent, as if speaking too loudly might shatter the fragile magic of the moment.

aria blinked at her, her little mouth forming a perfect “o,” and emily couldn’t help but smile.

“you’re so quiet,” emily murmured, brushing her thumb gently over aria’s cheek. “your mama’s going to love that. let’s see how long it lasts.”

she adjusted aria slightly in her arms, careful not to disturb her too much. the baby wiggled a little but didn’t make a sound. instead, she kept staring, her expression almost curious, as if trying to figure out who this strange woman holding her was. she knew her voice, but not her face, not until now.  

“you have no idea how long we waited for you,” emily said, her voice trembling slightly. “how much we wanted you.”

her gaze flicked briefly to jj, who was still sleeping soundly. her blonde hair was messy, her face still flushed from the effort of bringing their daughter into the world, but to emily, she looked more beautiful than ever.

“your mommy,” emily said softly, her eyes returning to aria, “is the strongest person i’ve ever met. she loves you more than anything. she’s going to show you every single day how amazing you are.”

aria yawned, her tiny mouth opening impossibly wide, and emily let out a quiet laugh - mixed with the emotion and mist in her eyes.

“but you know what?” emily continued, her voice dropping even lower. “i think i might love you just as much. maybe even more.”

she paused, staring down at aria’s tiny face, her heart aching in the best way. “you look like her,” emily murmured. “same nose, same lips… but those eyes? those are mine.”

for a moment, emily just held her, letting the weight of it all settle over her. this was her daughter. her little girl. and as much as emily wanted to bask in the joy of the moment, a familiar shadow crept into her thoughts.

her own mother.

elizabeth prentiss had been a lot of things: powerful, successful, intimidating. but she had never been what emily needed her to be. she had never been kind. never been warm.

emily could still feel the weight of her mother’s expectations pressing down on her, the coldness in her voice, the way she always made emily feel like she wasn’t enough.

her chest tightened at the memory, and she looked down at aria again, at her innocent little face, her trusting eyes.

how could anyone treat a child with anything but love?

“i promise,” emily whispered, her voice trembling, “you will never feel the way i did.”

aria blinked up at her, her tiny fingers wrapping around emily’s thumb as if she was already communicating with her.

“i will never let you feel like you’re not enough,” emily said, tears welling up in her eyes. “i will never make you doubt that you’re loved. i will protect you from everything, even me, if i have to.”

the tears spilled over, but emily didn’t bother wiping them away. she pressed a soft kiss to aria’s forehead, breathing in the sweet, baby-soft scent of her skin.

“i’ve got you, baby girl,” she murmured, her voice thick with emotion. “always.”

and in that moment, as aria blinked up at her with those big, brown eyes—her eyes—emily made a vow.

she would be the mother she never had. the mother aria deserved.

no matter what it took.

[tales-of-wocdes]

Very depressing question Author especially to pet lovers🥲

How would Havard and Lexia react if MC asked for their help to wake up their dog because it has been sleeping for too long, but when they checked they realized that it was actually dead because of old age? I wonder how would they break the news to MC since they are very attached to their pet (like it was the first being MC become close to in this question), and their understanding of *death* is still not fully developed.

I assume this older post is the context. Though that was a puppy, we will here assume MC is a child so we can assume this is a different head canon.

The dog's name for this snippet is "Storm.", because calling the dog, "dog" does not seem sufficient for such a snippet.

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Havard and Lexia followed after MC, who said Strom had been asleep for long. As they arrived into MC's room, Havard knelt next to the sleeping dog.

He laid a hand on Strom... and knew what had happened. The body was still warm, but life had left it. A peaceful way to go, while asleep.

He glanced at Lexia, trying to communicate silently what has happened. The Protector walked over to lay a hand on the dog too. A nod with sad eyes was all she did, before both turned to an anxious MC.

"I am sorry, MC. " He said gently. "Storm has returned to the Eternal Flow."

MC looked confused. "When will Storm be back?" The child asked, not understanding the meaning.

Havard glanced at Lexia who nodded.

"MC, returning to the Eternal Flow means that Storm has passed away."

"Away?" MC dashed to the dog and shook the still form. "I don't get it, why won't Storm wake up?"

"It means, that Storm is gone MC." Havard tried gently. "That Storm no longer feels pain or needs to breathe. Like an enchanted eternal sleep."

"But... but... I don't want him to sleep. I want him to wake up." MC said, and Havard knew he had to explain it better.

"I am sorry, MC but Storm won't wake up." Havard says gently as Lexia moves to hold MC's hand gently in hers. "Death is a part of life, MC. Everyone dies in the end." Well, there were lots of immortals but that would be too complicated right now. And they could die too. "It is a natural part of life. Storm's life has ended, and you can be sad about it. You can grieve." He said gently, kneeling in front of MC. "Do you understand?" He asked softly.

MC looked at Storm for a long time. "Can't Grandpa fix it?" MC asked eventually. "Fix Storm? Or the bath?"

Havard wished he knew for certain... He had no idea what Lord Sheo was capable of, but he was aware that the Ancients did not bring people back. It was not like people had not asked them.

"No, MC. I don't think even Lord Sheo can reverse death. Nor can the healing baths." He said gently.

MC's grip on Lexia's hand tightened, as much as it could with the child's bad hands.

"Storm's happy... in the Flow thing?" MC asked eventually.

It was not quite so simple... Havard did not have all the answers. He did not want to lie... but perhaps something reassuring.

"I believe so. I don't know for sure, but I believe so." He whispered.

MC stared at him for a long time after that, perhaps searching for lies...

Havard hugged MC. The child did not understand. They would eventually. There could be tears in the future, once it sank in. For now, his explanation would have to be enough.

It was a slow day after that. Both Lexia and Havard stayed with MC, speaking about Storm after finding a nice spot in the garden to lay the canine to rest.

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It is Havard heavy, but I feel this would be mostly him. Lexia would go for it, only if Havard was not available and it is quite long.

[rise-my-angel]

Heart of the Great Wolf

A Vision of Never

Pairing: Robb Stark x F!Baratheon!Reader

Length: 5.2k

Warnings: recent childbirth, talk of pregnancy and labour, past character deaths, fluff, child rearing

Notes: A little "what if" about Robb having lived, in this version of the story the world isn't ending and Luwin is still alive, just pretend it makes sense. Previous Main Chapter Here, Series Masterlist Here

Things had only accidentally worked out well this way. The timing of his sons outburst correlated perfectly with Robb pressing his lips to your forehead, and muttering for you to sleep. It hadn’t been as long this time, and while going just as smoothly, it was far easier on Robb’s mind not to have you labouring for so many hours, only so much Maester Luwin being able to do to ease the pain in your state. Still some time, but not as many hours luckily. The first labour near two years ago now, Robb had as much time as he needed to stay by your side.

The war had moved fast after his Uncle Edmure had married Rosalin Frey. Robb had been as relieved as his mother to find Arya alive, but none too happy that The Hound was the one with her, and subsequently had assumed Robb would pay for his own sisters return seconds after learning she was even still alive but it was you who simply tossed a bag of gold at him, knowing that men of House Clegane were none too pleasant nor peaceful to argue with.

One by one both his sisters were found alive and safe and once word reached shortly to them that not only was King Joffery dead, but Tywin Lannister too, they all knew there was nothing left for them here. No true war to be fought and with the Frey’s loyalty through marriage, what scattered remains of the Lannisters were never making it anywhere near close enough to reclaim the Riverlands nor even consider branching North. They, for now, could go home. And the timing couldn’t have been better.

You were able to spend your final two moons pregnant in Winterfell where you belonged, and while Robb and his siblings prepared the North for a rule that had not been seen for some three hundred years, his mother helped you prepare for your labour. And yet somehow, near two years passed after that and the situation was much the same.

Only now more snow properly fell on the ground and stuck, and the healing of everything passed was getting a little easier, making celebrating this just a bit better.

Much like you two discussed, your child was born a boy, and named promptly after the father you both went to war to rescue in the first place. Normally Ned was well behaved, but Robb suspected he could faintly hear you in labour and that made him upset. Staying with his uncles and aunts, eventually Arya had to be the one to gently knock on the door, poking her head in interrupting the moment trying not to run in and fawn all over the newborn this time, saying that Ned was beyond fussy at this point and none of them could get him to calm down.

That worked out, you were barley awake any longer, your much exerted strength leaving you as Robb had a chance to go find his son, asking his mother to watch over you all while you slept. Something she was more then happy to do, being a grandmother suited her well. Robb suspected too, it somewhat helped fill that hole in her heart that Eddard Stark’s death had left behind. It made him glad, she was never happier then reuniting with her children, and it made her happier so to have a grandson, one named after the husband she lost. He was too young to understand yet, but little Ned helped heal this family more then he knew.

Now though, while giving you a chance to sleep, Robb had worried his sons fears about hearing you in pain that it was over and when you woke up he could come see. For now, he kept him distracted and Robb did that well.

None in Winterfell could say that being King took away his duties as a father. By the time his son was able to start walking, it was easier for you to share raising him. Robb could now do his work with his men, and his son there and not need every ounce of attention on him as a small infant needed. Nearing his second name day was even better. He could walk, and was speaking so much more. You insisted otherwise, but Robb knew his son was so smart just because of you. The moment he uttered something resembling a true word, you had started to encourage it everyday, and here he was. A small boy of two, and when he wanted to be, a talkative little thing.

Currently stood behind him, the main hall was empty, as he held his son upright to stand on the table with his support, mimicking better the sight he’d see. Talking to him quietly about what it was Robb would do as King, and explain more then he could grasp, but Ned enjoyed when his father taught him these things. Turning partially, the sun shined through the windows just at the perfect angle that the reddish auburn of their Tully side matched in their curls. “Do you get bored?”

A grin shined on Robbs face with a laugh, “Do I get bored? What? In meetings?” His son nodding his head, Robb moved to stand a little more to the side where he kissed the side of his head. “Aye, I do. But listening to people I’d rather not, is one of my duties as King. If I can’t fix the small problems my people are having, how do they expect me to fix the big problems?” His face scrunching for a moment, Ned shook his head, Robb being able to understand he was agreeing with him.

More quiet now, Robb looked over his sons shoulder, seeing a more heavy blink in his eye. Asking, “You tired, pup?” Nodding, Robb smiled softly. “Yeah, you want to see if your mother’s awake before you have a nap?” He nodded again, and Robb prompted him to turn around. Scooping his son up into his arms, as his little ones held on meekly, his head falling more into his shoulder.

The path there Robb couldn’t hear it as well through the thick stone walls, but still faintly as the bells still rung. Not many places you had grown up where the bells rung for anything but horror and Robb had been determined to change that. He hadn’t considered just how much like his own father he was, the birth of his second child, a daughter, as the bells rung all day. The sound at least faded the further near his bedchambers he got, his son barley perking up much at the sound of your voice chatting with his mother. You sounded much more energetic then you had before.

“I’m surprised we didn’t know, Maester Luwin had said he was certain of everything.”

Catelyn sounded bemused herself as Robb turned the corner, approaching the door as you all came into sight. It had been quite the shock for everyone, and another reason it was such a suprise, the fact that this labour had gone so smoothly. Maester Luwin predicted it would be a girl, and he was right. But, he later had said that was sometimes uncommon but not impossible, that a mother could carry two children in her womb and none could tell. Your belly grew to be the same size as the last, being able to eat much better the entire pregnancy then catching you up in the last two moons, but none knew until his daughter had been born and you still laboured another child.

It was no wonder you had been so exhausted.

You looked bright eyed over at him as he walked in. The midwives had stayed to help to clean your appearance up despite Robb insisting he didn’t at all care that you looked a mess. Your loose dress had been pulled down as one babe was feeding from your breast. The other likely had been done already, swaddled, bundled and asleep in Catelyns hold. Your voice was still a bit raspy from the energy you had been shot of, but enthusiastic as your sons head perked up right away. “There’s my sweet boy.”

Instantly Ned had moved in Robbs hold, having predicted it as his arms stretched out “Mama,” Robb hushed in his ear to go easy on you before putting him down onto the bed. Making his way over carefully, he could stand only for as long as it took to match what he saw Robb do all the time, press a kiss to your cheek gently before his little legs gave out and sat down. Looking down at the baby, his bright green eyes just like yours looked back to you. “Daddy says I have a new sister and brother.”

Nodding, your gaze trailed down to the babe in your arms. “You do, this is your little brother, and your grandmother has your little sister, Lyanna.” Looking between you both, you nodded your head over to where Catelyn had begun walked to the bed, “Go on, she’s asleep but she really wants to meet you.”

Letting a free hand go long enough to push his curls off his forehead and press a kiss there before he begun moving to meet his sister. Robb had circled around to the other side of the bed where you were, sitting gently to face you as his eyes trailed down to the baby. “Going to be a lot harder to feed them yourself now that there’s two.”

Your grin was gentle and still a bit weak, but just as playful in your eyes. “Maester Luwin assures me as long as I have the patience for it, that won’t be a problem.” Robb only rolled his eyes in a jest before leaning closer. Cupping your cheek gently as he moved to press a kiss to your lips. Chaste and lingering but uncaring with only his mother in the room. Leaning back only enough to meet your eyes, his thumb ran over your soft cheek as you muttered, “I have a feeling this one will be the needy one.”

Nodding down to the baby, Robb smiled. Leaving your cheek to brush his hand over the baby’s back just soft enough that it didn’t interrupt him. “Are you insinuating our little Ned wasn’t needy with you as it was?” Protesting back that it was never as bad as he liked to joke it was, but Robb only laughed. “Maybe, I suppose we’ll see whose the needy one in the next few weeks won’t we? Who knows, with three wolves crying for your attention now, the needy one might be me.”

Halfheartedly hid Robb hear his own mother snap out with bemused ease, “That has always been the case.” Turning with his face twisting in mock offence asking what exactly she meant by that, his mother was sharing a highly entertained look with you behind him, knowing you gave a look that matched how amused she was with herself. “Out of all my children, you had always been the neediest as a baby.”

His gaze dripped downward to a look mocking of disapproval but she could read right through Robb. Especially when he could glance down and watch his son gently holding onto the edges of the blanket little Lyanna was wrapped in, as if knowing he didn’t want to interrupt her own sleep but watching with wide eyes. You caught him right away as he turned back, your own gaze unbearably sweet as Robb looked back.

Just in time as the baby finished, Robb helped you carefully lift him up to burp taking no time at all before his head dropped down a bit into your neck and shoulders much like Ned did with both of you. The baby though hid a bit in your hair, you could read the question in his eyes if you wished for him to take the baby but you shook your head. Happy to keep the little one close as Robb only fixed your dress for you, before leaning to kiss the back of his newborn sons head.

Sensing a figure coming up beside him, Robb turned partway to see Ned crawling over before grabbing him and picking him up onto his lap. Holding him gently, he muttered down, “You want to stay and nap in here?” The little Nod warmed both your hearts as you shifted, your arm raising enough so that he had the space to crawl into your side, curling into you right away and still small enough that he wasn’t in the way of the baby.

Turning to glance at his mother, Robb nodded to the other side of the bed. Moving to sit next to you, but not before reaching over, to gently take his daughter from his mother, holding her close as he smiled fondly at the sight. “I’ll let your men know not to intrude for the time being.”

Muttering a genuine thank you, Catelyn smiled with shining affection in her eyes. Her husband may not be here to see it, but she was so grateful that she was here to see it for him. Their first boy together, now with a growing family of his own. Twins, if she could tell Eddard now. That Robb didn’t just have his second child, but it was twins. Mother protect her, was this castle going to be full of chaos in no time with three Stark toddlers running around.

She could recall standing outside of the Twins right before Edmure’s wedding, and seeing how happy Robb was at your side and wishing for nothing but to be able to go home and try to rebuild. It felt almost out of reach then, but it was here, and she closed the door gently, watching as Robb carefully held his baby girl while sitting beside you. The family she always wanted Robb to have.

Your eyes trained down on your two young boys, you felt Robb warm at your side as you gently shifted just enough to lean somewhat against him. His warm voice so soothing in your ear, “Have I mentioned that I’m proud of you yet.” Muttering that yes he had, many times, Robb grinned. “Aye, but I will say it again. I’m so proud of you.”

Turning to meet his bright blue eyes, you both felt a comfort wave over you before looking back to your newest son. A whisper on your lips, “What are we going to name him?” A hum of question came from Robbs lips, so you clarified. “Your son, we’ve had Lyanna’s name picked out for years now. We never talked about another boy name.”

You could feel Robb grinning, but didn’t know why. “Yes we did.” Turning to look at him, while gently shifting the baby now that he was fast asleep to lay out in your arms, his head covered by the top of the blanket next to Lyanna’s, Robb continued. “We agreed on a name the same night we picked out the name for these two.” His head nodding down to first Lyanna and then Ned, who too had fallen asleep so quickly.

Your brows narrowed in thought, and Robb knew with a playful, bemused grin exactly the moment you recalled it. Your face dropping amusingly flat as you rolled your head to the side with a raised brow. “Robb, he is not going to like that and you know it.”

He only grinned more, kissing what of your head he could reach. “If he were bothered to come visit again before they were born, like he promised, he might have gotten a choice in the matter.” You muttered that he had a lot on his place, but Robb only settled that. “I know, love. I’m teasing, he has his reasons. But, we also have ours.”

Both of you looking to the baby, you could see it. How much the name would suit him, just as Ned suited your first boy, and Lyanna suited the little girl now asleep in her fathers arms. A laugh huffed through your breath as he asked what was it. “If you asked me what? Five? Six years ago, what my life would’ve looked like today, I’d never have said this.”

“Neither would I.” His thumb gently ran over his daughters cheek, both your sons has your green eyes, but Lyanna had his blue eyes. Ned was growing up to look like a perfect blend of both of you, but he was nothing but eager to see what these two grew up to look like, who’d look like who and everything else. “But I’d never want anything else.”

Meeting your gaze again, Robb leaned over once more as you tried to gently meet his lips. Nothing greedy or needing, but deep and lingering as your three small children slept all around you. Resting your heads against the other as you muttered more low, for his ears only. “Cersei tried warning me. About not to fall in love with you.” He tried looking at you closer, a scowl forming in his brows but you didn’t look away from where your thumb ran over youngest sons cheek. “Before we arrived in Winterfell, she tried to warn me. That you’d disappoint me one day, that you’d move on, not want me. To give you your children, and only ever love them because I’d never get it from you. She tried telling me something similar, if perhaps a bit less morose when I was a girl too. I’d think about who I’d marry one day, and never came up with an answer of a man I would genuinely love.”

Something distant but amused twisted in Robbs features as he spoke up, “Didn’t you sabotage Cersei once? When she tried publicly announcing a betrothal?” You laughed right away, the memory so clear as Robb joined. “Little did you know then, you were merely saving yourself for me.”

Sighing happily, you leaned back against him, his head resting more atop yours. “I should’ve known how easy I’d fall for you on our wedding night.” Elaborating at his further hum of question. “I was terrified of it all. If you’d want a bedding ceremony, the bedding itself. I was terrified. But you had convinced me to be comfortable in what? Minutes? It was strange how easy it felt to be willing to do it with you.”

His lips again pressed against your hair. “I know I seemed eager, but I really would’ve been alright if you didn’t want too. Would’ve helped you change into something more comfortable, and at least helped you get used to sleeping beside me.” You only muttered that you didn’t need help with that, and Robb laughed, trying to hold back not to wake Lyanna in his arms. “Aye, that was after I had taken you twice though. Hard to not fall asleep beside me when I had you clawing down my back.”

Hissing with an instant fluster, “I did not-”

Robb only cut you off, his face so bright and amused at your instant reaction as if you didn’t presently have three children together. “I had the marks for days to prove it, my love. You’re lucky I dress myself, otherwise you’d have come back to a reputation of yourself already being a little she wolf.” Flustered, you only muttered that he had given you that reputation in the army camp, Robb laughed again. “Wanted my men to know that nothing they could buy would beat what I had every night for free.”

Shaking your head, Robb could read the still flustered look in you but also something playful. He spoke again before you had the chance too, but with something he knew you didn’t expect. “I’m sorry it took so long. To give you a baby. You never said it, but I knew you were frustrated with yourself the longer it never happened.” He was right, you had never said it because you didn’t even wish to think it. You were scared to tell him when you finally were, thinking you’d burden him at the worst possible time.

But then you received the news. That Bran and Rickon were thought dead, and his own grandfather had passed. With Catelyn still imprisoned having released Jaime Lannister, and Edmure’s foolish search for glory leading to losing the chance both to kill The Mountain and aid in your fathers capture of Kings Landing, all felt lost. Robb felt he had nothing but you left, and only the small barley grown baby in your belly seemed like there was a shred of hope. Without that, he might have felt he didn’t have much left to fight for, and you dared not think what would’ve happened then. If Robb truly felt alone and betrayed by everyone around him.

Even now, sometimes you both pondered if this peace would stay. Word from the Riverlands of the happenings in Kings Landing would reach you both, and it seemed at least, that peace would not go away for some time. Your father still on a fight for the Iron Throne looked more promising now then ever before. With Tommen as King, young and sweet and inexperienced he held no chance. Cersei it seemed was busy making a mess of things worse for him, and part of you felt sympathy. She in a few weeks had lost her eldest son and her father, both of which were said to be done at the hands of her own brother. You knew Sansa was not involved. Petyr Baelish had helped her flee Kings Landing, but was intercepted by Dacey Mormont and a squadron of men.

Robb and Catelyn knew that he would try and hide her in the Vale with her aunt Lysa, and sent Dacey to retrieve her. Luckily, even without having met Dacey herself, going with a woman of the North, a woman whose own title was trusting, a sworn shield of Robb Stark, managed to get her back.

Once you were able to ride home, the Ironborn all but fled. They stood no chance against the full strength of the Northern army with Robb leading and yet you still heard no word of Theon. Bran and Rickon weren’t dead as feared, they had fled and returned once Robb had, but none knew where Theon was. You didn’t want to know, in truth. He had betrayed Robb, betrayed you, betrayed the Starks and the place that was more home to him then the Iron Islands ever would be and he ran like a coward.

He knew he didn’t have the Stark boys, and he must have feared Robb turning around to take his head. Torched the castle and fled, where he was now, Pyke, dead, or something far worse, you did not wish to hear of it. He chose his path, and he chose wrong. And he decided to live with the consequences. According to Roose Bolton, his bastard Ramsay had gotten to the castle after the Ironborn torched it and left.

But now? You all sat in Robb and your bedchambers. Winterfell rebuild, family all reunited again, and peace was found in the new again Kingdom. Your sweet son, little Ned with auburn curls just like his father and green eyes just like you, cuddled asleep in your side. The shining bright light he didn’t know he was, just your baby boy truly. In Robbs arms, his newborn daughter, small and sweet. Named after Ned Stark’s long passed sister, Robbs tribute to reunite them with new life as they reunited in death.

You had expected her. Maester Luwin said by the way you were carrying, and the sudden and frustrating new craving you had for sweets were all indications of a girl. Robb had been elated, not a single thought in his head but getting to have a little girl of his own. He had helped raise his little sisters, he would be perfectly prepared for a girl of his own.

Saying to you in these very chambers that night, you only a few moons in but showing earlier then you did even last time, Robbs hands were on your stomach all the time. He’d kiss your stomach saying goodnight to his daughter, then carefully bring little Ned to do the same, telling him to say goodnight to his sister. Only babbles at first, but once he started to speak it got better.

Even now, Robb had told him his sister’s name and he couldn’t quite say it perfectly. He knew the name, and how it sounded, but as he did with many words he could say them just not eloquently. “Lya” he called her. A feeling in you that would be her nickname for some time. Robb though, he had put his son to bed, and held you looking out the window as the snow fell that night many months ago, the same window you both stood together at, minutes before he pulled you into his bed.

One hand firmly on your stomach as he spoke. “I don’t want her growing up the way you did.” Silent as you let him elaborate, pulling you just a tad closer. “A distant father, not letting you feel loved the way a father should love his daughter. I don’t ever want our little girl to grow up feeling anything close to that.” You only muttered that you didn’t think that would be the case, but he insisted you listen. “Just because you know something, my love, doesn’t mean you don’t still worry about. Remember how you knew I thought you were beautiful all through your pregnancy and after, but you still worried I wouldn’t want you anymore?”

A laugh left you, Catelyn had to help you then. Telling Robb a sort of sickness of the mind infected new mothers and filled their heads with worries and doubts beyond reason and being a mother herself worked very hard to help you realize that you had nothing to fear. Even then, you still worried some days. Robb had you long passed that now, but that night he knew and understood why you’d think of your future daughter and fear her repeating your life.

But as Robb held little Lyanna now, an adorable baby girl who was at complete peace sleeping in his arms, Robb knew there was nothing to worry about. He adored Ned, and was very vocal about that fact and he’d be the same to his newborn child, both of them.

Seven hells, he thought. Twins. He wanted a large family with you, but the gods had just made that want so much easier for him to obtain. The confusion when you still seemed to labour after Lyanna only for Luwin to confirm you carried another babe in your womb, Robb almost laughed then. He was sat behind you to lean back against, a support as he refused to ever let the midwives tell him to leave. If you weren’t in such a state, he would’ve told you already how happy he was. It would be chaos, it would be quite something.

His son already about to reach two years of age, and now two newborn twins to the mix there was no easing either of you into this. It was here and you both would deal with it. His eyes glanced over to you, your newest son asleep in your arms, almost curling into you as if wanting to be close as possible to his mother, and little Ned asleep against your side. Your boys were all over you, and you would spoil them both he knew. Just as he would spoil Lyanna. His little princess would never go without feeling like one if Robb was to have his way.

Now with the birth of a second son, he had what some Lords referred to it as, an heir and a spare. He never cared to look at Ned like his heir, he was young, and new to the world and all that mattered to Robb was that they were loved. His two Princelings and his little Princess in his own arms, they were just titles. Things to present them to the court as.

In the everyday, his children would run amok in the corridors carefree and spoiled and happy. Thats all he cared about. After needing to lose his own father, and fight years in a war to have his children, he’d do everything he could to ensure they didn’t suffer anything close to the ways he did before having them.

Looking back over, you hadn’t yet taken your eyes off any of them. Swapping your glance between all three, even going so far as to shift how you held the baby, so little Ned could more comfortably rest his head in your lap. His little arms trying to wrap around you as if wanting to protect you in your sleep as your newest son snuggled close into your chest as if wanting to be as near you as possible. He grinned, you both were right, that one was going to be a needy child for your attention. And he knew you’d spoil him.

Many times already, he would gently or even playfully suggest that you let Ned breath a little, not coddle him so much. He was a northerner, a Stark. He was fierce and tough and you were bundling him to go out into the snow as if he were one a layer away from freezing to death. You wanted to protect him and show him love, and if he could only just barley persuade you to ease up with Ned, with this one, there was little chance of that.

Raising a daughter would be perfect for you. You half helped raise Robbs little sisters, you half raised your little sister in Shireen. You would do perfectly raising a girl, showing her the motherly nature that you never got in full that you should’ve. But, he had a feeling his newborn son was going to be attached to you at all times, a true wolf pup sticking to his mothers side. In a strange way, it was suiting.

What his little son would be like, and to whom he’d be like that with? He wouldn’t burden you with that thought. Already you refused to speak how disappointed you were. He had promised he would come back, come visit as he put it, “before you have the next one.” But, here you were, twins and not a sign that he was coming to visit. If Lyanna filled the memory of an aunt the Stark siblings never knew, and Ned shined over the castle to reinstate faith they hadn’t had since the boys namesake was killed, then naming the baby boy in your arms was suiting, if not for everyone elses sake, but for yours.

Something in Robb’s brother struggled to accept his offer to return to Winterfell where be belonged, and struggled further now to even convince himself to visit no matter how much they all, but more importantly, you, wished for him to. But you wouldn’t say it, and he couldn’t convince himself to come anymore.

Thus it felt right. Naming the needy baby boy in your arms, Jon.

[muneca-lemon-steppa]

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.

[chiefdirector]

Grieving | Tim Bradford | The Rookie

Act Two| Chapter 30 | Chapter 31 | Chapter 32 | Chapter 33 | Chapter 34 | Chapter 35 | Chapter 36 | Chapter 37

Y/N sighed as she listened to the nurse speak, trying to hold back the flood of emotions running through her. Despite her deep knowledge that she was not to blame for any of this, she could not shake her guilt. 

Noah’s mother didn’t make it, and they had no point of contact for any other family members. He was alone in this world. Y/N could relate to the feeling; she had spent so many years alone after her father had died because her mother had become a shell of herself, barely able to function. Her brother had spiraled in the other direction; he was associated with bad crowds and eventually stopped coming home. It was an unfortunate burden lifted when Y/N put her mother into her care home. Early-onset Alzheimer's. It had gotten to a point where some days she didn’t recognize her own daughter.

Y/N had turned 18 weeks old before her mother was moved; thankfully, she had avoided the care system. The same could not be said for Noah. Her heart broke for the child; he was so young, yet he had already experienced a lifetime of grief. Right now, he knew nothing of his mother’s passing; he still had his childhood. But he would only get to be a kid for a few minutes longer, until the social worker came, at least. Then he would have to grow up as his life changed. He would have to leave his childhood behind.

It didn’t take long for Tim to find Y/N when he returned to the hospital. The nurse she was speaking to had pulled her into the hallway so as not to let Noah overhear anything that could cause any more distress. In her parting words to the nurse, she had asked for her details to be passed along to the social services so that she knew that Noah was okay. 

“He’ll be okay,” Tim said, taking his wife’s hand as he led her from the hospital. The drive was quiet. Enjoying what little comfort she could find, Y/N spent most of the time staring at the city rushing by. Tim had almost taken her straight back home, but he knew that if she was told to stay put, she wouldn’t listen. He knew that she would make a break for it, returning to the station to work, so he decided to save himself and his colleagues the hassle and just go to the precinct.

There was one condition to his leniency: lightwork only. Realistically, he knew that he would not be able to stop her, but at least if Grey asks, he can say he tried.

—

Once again, Y/N sat opposite Rosalind Dyer in an interrogation room. 

The criminal had been moved here from the cells as she was agitating the other detainees. Dyer sat posed and poised in her chair, not needing to straighten up any further when Morgan entered. She had been exchanging pleasantries with the detective but received no response. Y/N swore she almost saw Dyer flinch when she dropped her body weight into the chair.

Yet again, Y/N enjoyed the surrounding silence; it was ironically peaceful. One of America’s most dangerous serial killers sat opposite her, planning her death and downfall, and yet Y/N couldn’t seem to care.

Quizzically, Rosalind looked at her, trying to figure out what the detective was trying to achieve. No amount of prodding, insults, or jabs could break her out of her silence. Dyer had almost convinced herself that Y/N wasn’t going to speak at all until she let out a long sigh.

“Do you want a coffee?”

“I’ll take a raincheck on that. I’d rather enjoy this moment.” Rosalind smiled. It reminded Y/N of the old lady who lived in the duplex across the street where she grew up. She had always given Y/N a butterscotch when their paths crossed. Although the woman was arrested for having a body in her basement,. Maybe Y/N wasn’t as good at reading people as she thought. 

“How was your hospital stay, Detective Bradford?” Rosalind continued. “I assume you're back to being in tip-top shape.”

“Yes,” She gritted her teeth, her calm resolve slipping away as Dyer began her taunts. “Healthy as a horse.”

“...And how was little Noah? He sounded so sweet.”

“He is fine.” 

“It’s a shame,” Dyer smiled, knowing how much her words would cut, “You’ll never get to experience that. Not everyone gets to live their dreams.”

Y/N swallowed her breath, composing herself. Underneath the table, she wrung her hands together. “And what do you dream of? Murdering us all? Or potentially having a soul?”

“I just want to ruin you, Y/N.” Dyer smiled, but her eyes remained cold and calculating. “And I would say I’m doing a good job. So I’m going to put an offer out.”

Y/N leaned forward in her chair. “I’m listening.”

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[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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[mur1an]

I was thinking about what the story would be like if the girls were the demons, and I ended up creating a past for them.

Obviously, movie spoilers! ⚠️

• Rumi;

Just like in the original, Rumi is half demon. She is the daughter of a hunter and a demon.

Afraid of what would happen to her daughter, Rumi's mother decides not to reveal the child's existence. Unbeknownst to the other hunters, Rumi grows up under her mother's care.

When Rumi is already a child, her mother dies. Before the other hunters can find her, Rumi runs away and begins to live on the streets.

• Mira;

Mira comes from an important family, and she is the different one in the family.

One day Mira is informed of an arranged marriage, her arranged marriage. She knew that if she got married, her already restrictive life would become even worse. That night, young Mira packed her bags and ran away from home.

She does her best to survive out there, but eventually things get harder, the food she took with her runs out.

On a cold and rainy night, Mira takes shelter in an abandoned house. Inside, she huddles in a corner, with the warm clothes she was wearing and the blanket she had brought with her, she sleeps there.

She wakes up to a noise. Her eyes end up meeting Rumi's, they stare at each other for a while, until Mira's stomach makes a noise. Rumi slowly approaches and extends her hand with a piece of food to Mira. She accepts and the two eat together, and from that night on they walk together.

• Zoey;

Zoey is the daughter of a political marriage between a Korean and an American.

Zoey's parents did not have a peaceful relationship. One day when her parents were fighting, Zoey went outside so she wouldn't hear the screaming.

On her walk she ends up bumping into a demon. The demon starts chasing her, and she runs without looking back. She runs as fast as she can, but eventually she gets tired and stumbles. Before the creature can touch Zoey, Rumi jumps on the demon and kills it.

Zoey, realizing that she is in an unfamiliar place and that she will probably never return home, begins to cry. Mira approaches her, with Rumi close behind. They offer Zoey that she could stay with them, and she accepts.

•Becoming demons;

As Rumi grows up, her demonic side becomes more apparent.

(In this universe, Rumi uses her demonic side to protect herself and survive, and eventually to protect Mira and Zoey. Which makes her demonic side grow much faster.)

Eventually, Rumi is discovered by hunters. The hunters obviously attack her, and a fight ensues.

Rumi is weak compared to the hunters, and because of that she almost dies. Mira and Zoey can't do anything, until Gwi-Ma comes to them and offers them power. With that, Zoey, Mira and Rumi dominate the battle and kill two hunters and leave one almost dead, who is rescued and survives.

• Bonus;

When Rumi sacrifices herself to save Jinu, Zoey and Mira go to her and hug her. The three of them give their souls to Jinu and die.

The reason they do this is because they trust Rumi, so they do the same as her. And together they rest.

[pacing-er]

I finished Fall of X and... I don't hate it.

I have a lot of issues with the way Professor X is treated narratively and his fate at the end of the era, but the conclusion for the rest of Krakoa is decently satisfying.

Basically, several hundred thousand mutants are left behind in the White Hot Room in the climax of the battle. These were primarily civilian mutants with powers not suited to combat. It was assumed at first that they would be abandoned there to eventually run out of resources and die, but instead they organized a functional governing system based on peace and community and they prospered. Over the next 15 years (which for the mutants on earth was just a couple of days) they rebuilt Krakoa into a utopia and managed to resurrect the entire 15 million mutants they lost in genosha. Idk how that works with the Marauders plotline, since it implied that those souls were repurposed, but whatever comic logic. They eventually are strong enough to teleport the half of Krakoa in the White Hot Room onto earth, but not to stay. The two halves of Krakoa are united and a 24 hour countdown is established for those few mutants who want to stay on earth to get settled, but after that the entirety of Krakoa and a majority of mutants are returning to the White Hot Room. The reason is that they are safe and unreachable there, and all they ever wanted was to stay alive in peace. It's been firmly established throughout the era that that will never be possible on earth, and that the humans or the robots will always try to kill them. That is a decently satisfying conclusion to me, and given the hell they went through to get there it seems well-earned.

The primary problem I have with this ending is the treatment of Professor X. Basically, in order to defeat the Dominion AI Charles defected to Orchis, pretending to side with the robots in order to get them to spare the mutants. His true goal was to get to Moira, who he knew would have made a deal with Enigma in order to save herself. He gave up the easier solution of killing Moira as a child because Rachel and the others convinced him to, hinging the whole thing on this final confrontation with Moira instead. He essentially tells her to think of someone other than herself or she'll have to live with her selfish decisions for the rest of eternity, and she sacrifices herself to help the Jean locate Enigma through time and space to kill him. Except not really, because it turns out she somehow gets cured of her mutant powers in the process and gets a happy ending? (Which feels very undeserved considering she spent a majority of the series fucking everyone over of her own free will, but whatever. Karima/Omega Red ALSO gets a second chance, because her robot brain was eeevil but her human brain wasn't which is so dumb.) Anyways all the mutants left on Earth don't know that Professor X isn't actually a traitor so they all hate his guts. They actually say at one point "being fucked over by Professor X is just part of being an X-Men" which is. So shitty, especially in the context that he just loves them all and has been genuinely trying his best to do what's right? And they couldn't have gotten this happy ending without him? Why are we punishing him for this?? What a fucking joke.

In the end it seems that the only mutant on the whole earth that doesn't resent Charles is Magneto, with even Wolverine actively hunting Charles down to kill him. They have a final conversation, at the end of which Charles asks Magneto to bring him back to his cell. This part made me feel a little better, since I had worried that Magneto just left him to rot in prison, but it was actually Charles' own choice. I interpret this as magneto giving him the space he needs to wallow in self pity for a moment, just as Charles had done for him when he retired to Arakko. Of course, this is only effective if Magneto doesn't actually abandon him entirely (*cough* fucking Manhunt *cough*) but it was a bittersweet moment that I appreciated them adding. I still would have preferred Magneto taking Charles with him and not letting him rot in a depressing little cell though.

Another issue I had was the hatred directed towards Charles for the Destiny/Mystique revelation. For the sake of creating a future where Kurt could live a happy and fulfilling life, Destiny ASKED him to repress her memories and her maternal instincts. In order to prevent him interfering with this future, he also erased his own memories of doing this. Fans and characters within the franchise alike treat this as some big evil thing that is proof of Charles being an asshole, but like. What did you expect him to do? Go "oh sorry Irene that's against my moral compass so I'm gonna damn your son to a shitty future"? He literally just did what she told him to do, and considering she's a future teller, by doing what she said he was able to give Kurt a better life. I'm just. So fucking frustrated with the way Charles is vilified despite his actions genuinely not being evil in any way.

Someone on Twitter said Charles basically is forced to deal with the world's most fucked up train track dilemma over and over again, and I think that's the best way to view it. He's a good person but he's obviously exhausted and wants out, since the universe he's in keeps putting him through hell.