#and they have to sadly watch as their families tear each other apart and they lose everyone they love

[glitterlessgold]

There are Icelandic sagas out there that make the feuds of A Song of Ice and Fire look like My Little Pony

do u think any bracken ever fucked a blackwood

The literal funniest part of the feud is that they keep arranging marriages between each other over and over and over again like this one will fix it I swear. And it never does. Tomorrow they will try this again. I love love

[mochinek0]

Time to Go

Marinette had known since she was born that she was the only daughter of Bruce Wayne and Talia Al Ghul. She was also Damian's little sister, by three years.

When the strike on Ra's Al Ghul was taken, Talia quickly hid her away. Marinette knew her family's lives were on the line. She knew Damian would be on the front lines and prayed for his safe return. Although she knew she wasn't her grandfather's favorite, she still mourned his death. Damian seemed to take it especially hard.

Talia had told Marinette and Damian that they would be seperated for the time being. She needed Damian to go with his father to continue his training, while she picked up the pieces of the League.

"What about me, Mother?" Mari questioned.

"You will be on a mission, all of your own." Talia explained, "You're mission is to go undercover. You will act as a daughter of other people. This will keep you safe. Not many know of your existence, but I need to make sure all that wish to harm us, are gone."

"I do not approve of this." Damian snarled.

"I understand." Talia whispered, "I have folders for each of you with detailed instructions. Until you are in your new lodgings, you are not to open them."

Marinette nodded sadly and cried herself to sleep in her big brother's arms. She knew it would be a while before she saw him again. Talia gave them their moment. It hurt her dearly to tear her children apart, but Slade had to pay for his crimes. The League had to be rebuilt and become stronger than ever to give them both their inheritance. With Ra's gone, she would train Marinette to become as deadly as her, when she came of age.

Marinette smiled at the envelope in her hand.

'Another letter from mother. I wonder what my orders are this time.'

Marinette,

The time has come for your father to pick you up. He and Damian will pick you up in three days time. Prepare for his arrival.

Marinette smiled, happily. Lila had been a pain in the ass, as of late. Sabine and Tom took everything her so-called friends said at face value. They would laugh at the implications over dinner. Marinette would tell them all of the lies and how brainless the class truly was. They both knew that if Marinette was really bullying Lila, she could have done far worse. Tom and Sabine had disagreed with Adrien's decleration, but told Mairnette to keep the piece while they reached out to Talia. Only her mother's orders were absolute. If her mother said she could kill her, they wouldn't stand in her way.

"Maman. Papa." Marinette called out.

"So, what did the letter say this time?" Sabine asked.

"Father and Brother will be here in three days time to retrieve me." she answered.

"Well, let's start pulling you out of that horrible school and get ou all packed up." Tom laughed, "I'm sure they will be happy to see you."

'Damian, perhaps. Father; I don't know if he even knows of my existence. Surprise, Father.'

Bruce sighed, "What do you mean you have a sister?"

"It's just as I stated." Damian declared, "Mother has insisted it is safe to retrieve her."

"You've been talking to Talia?" Dick questioned.

"No." the young Wayne heir answered, "She gave us both instructions before we left."

Damian held up the letter.

"There are certain dates for me to open these letters." he explained, "Most of them coincide with our birthdays. Today is Marinette's; she turns fifteen."

"So where is she?" Jason asked.

"Paris, France." Damian stated, "She has been under watchful eyes and was assigned to live as a normal child. No assassin work. Grandfather wasn't too happy that he didn't have two grandsons. Mother taught her self-defense, but she helped out around, mostly as a servant. I was to ignore her if I saw her unless we were alone."

Bruce rubbed his head.

"I have already prepared another room, Sir." Alfred smiled.

"Please, don't let there be two of him." Tim pleaded as Bruce stood up and walked out of the cave to pack.

Marinette handed over her ledger of Lila Rossi to Bruce.

"The school needs to choose their staff more carefully." she spoke, "Tom and Sabine have tried stepping in with the Principal, but I bellieve the Board needs to know what is going on under their noses.

Bruce looked at it and quickly read through it.

"I agree." he snarled, "I'll be taking it with me to the board. I need to legally sign you out of that school, anyways."

Marinette turned to her brother and hugged him.

"I missed you." she whispered.

Damian said nothing, but held her close.

Tom and Sabine stood by as they watch the girl they help raise, reunite with her family. Marinette let go and realized they were holding something.

"We have a copy of all of the recipes we've made over the years." Sabine declared, "Both in the bakery and just for the house."

"Family eyes only." Tom smiled.

"Thank you." Marinette replied, taking it and holding it close to her chest.

"I will make sure it is handed over to our grandfather and he will keep it locked up and safe." Damian declared.

Tom and Sabine smiled.

"I need to take my stuff back to the school." Mari spoke up.

"Go." Damian replied, "Father should return soon. I will tell him where you are and we will meet you there. I will put your belongings in the car so we can leave immediately."

Marinette walked into class and handed her class books over to Ms. Bustier.

"Marinette, why-" Caline began to question.

"I resign as class president." Mari announced.

"What?" Caline whispered in shock.

"Marinette?" Adrien called out, "Are you okay?"

"Is this why you haven't been in school?" Alya asked.

Caline laughed awkwardly, "Marinette, I'm sure-"

"I will be leaving this school, as of today." she announced, leaving the class stunned.

"Oh, Marinette!" Lila called out, standing up, "Did I do something? I only wanted to be friends!"

"Yeah!" shouted Kim, "What the hell?"

"I'll be moving in with my birth father and older brother." Marinette stated, "Mother says it is time for me to go with them."

"Sabine kicked you out?" Adrien questioned, confused.

"Sabine and Tom are my guardians, not my parents." Mari declared, "My birth father listened to me. I have always had a keen eye for detail, as many of you know from asking me to design for them."

"Are you till going on about 'Lila stealing from you'?" Alya asked, "We know it was you who stole!"

Lila paled and sat back down in her seat.

'What?'

Marinette looked at Lila and smiled, "Why do you think Ms. Bustier doesn't want me to stop being class president? It's because I make detailed plans for all the school trips, fundraisers, plan the fire drills, and escape routes. I even know where everything in this school is, including the security cameras. I have kept a record of every lie you said sice you got here, where and when. My father turned the evidence over to the Board of Governers."

Lila's jaw dropped.

"If the cameras aren't working, then they'll just go after that gullible man. Pretty sure embezzlement won't keep him in position." Mari shrugged.

"Huh?" asked Nino.

"How many times do you think the mayor pays him to look the other way when Chloe's being a bitch?" Marinette declared.

"Excuse me!" Chloe shouted.

"Maybe Lila can lend you her hearing aids." Marinette retorted.

"This is why you're a bully." Alix glared at her.

Marinette simply smiled.

Bruce and Damian walked in. Chloe smoothed her clothes and fluffed her hair, quickly. She stood up and smiled.

"I'm-" She spoke.

"Your voice is like nails on a chalk board." Damian commanded, "Be silent."

Chloe closed her mouth and sat down in embarassment, leaving everyone speechless.

Marinette giggled, "You always did know how to make an entrance, Big Brother."

Chloe's jaw dropped.

'She's a Wayne!'

Marinette turned and smiled at Chloe, "Goodbye, Daddy's Little Princess." before turning back to her family, "Father, I am ready to return home."

"Very well." Bruce spoke.

All three of them left the class without another word. There was a lot they had to discuss. As far as Bruce knew, Marinette had no idea about him being Batman and Damian being Robin. She had grown up with some semblance of a normal life and he wanted to keep it that way.

The class looked at the door confused.

"Chloe?" whispered Sabrina.

"Shit!" Chloe screamed, slamming her fists onto the desk.

"Chloe, are you okay?" asked Kim.

"No!" she yelled back, "Do I look okay? So you know-You don't know who they are? Of course you Pea Brains, don't! That was Bruce and Damian Wayne. Which makes.....Baker Girl is one of the richest people in the world."

Lila sat in her seat, enraged.

'What?'

"What?" questioned Alya.

"They have more money than mine and Adrikins' family combined." she scoffed, "Her father could buy Daddy's hotel like it was nothing!"

"But-" whispered Mylene.

"Marinette is a Wayne." Chloe stated, "The Waynes own an international business and have their hands in everything. They are old money. Bruce Wayne practically owns a whole city and just doesn't wanna be mayor."

"What about her brother?" asked Alix.

"He's known for being violent and lashing out. He hates the press." she remarked, "One thing about him on social media and he hunts you down and sues you."

"That's illegal." Alya claimed.

"Sorry. Would you prefer to be thrown in jail or settle for a million dollars to delete what you have?" the heiress questioned, "The Wayne family is known for the high IQ and attention to detail, which means....we're all screwed."

The class learned that everything Marinette had said was true. Lila's lies were all exposed. She was expelled and taken to a juvenile detention center, ontop of being sued by various people. Principal Damocles had been fired, as he had zero authority to expell anyone. Their teacher, Caline Bustier, was fired for not doing her job. She never informed the nurse about Lila's illnesses or disabilities, so there was never any confirmation that any of those were true. She also never sent Lila any homework during her 'travels' and so she was far behind the class in her studies.

Chloe believed she was suffering the most. Adrien was no longer in school with her. The people that let her do what she wanted was removed from the school and she was being forced to sell clothes out of her closet because her mother was upset by how much she 'embarassed them' in front of the Waynes.

'Stupid Marinette! This is all her fault! If she had just acted rich, like me, everything would be the same as it always was.'

The class was in disarray. Not only had Ms. Bustier let Lila slide on so many things, she was behind on their lessons as well. They now had mandatory after school tutoring and study sessions. Adrien Agreste had been pulled out of the class due to his high marks. He was also at the level they all should have been at.

"Dude, how did you pass?" Nino asked, "We all listened to Miss Bustier! You're higher than anyone, including Max!"

"Well, I was homeschooled and Natalie was a tough teacher compared to Miss Bustier. Also, I wanted to be at the same grade level as Chloe. I sorta knew mostly everything, already." Adrien admitted, "I actually could have skipped a few grades if I wanted to."

Nino was surprised, "Would you be willing to tutor us?"

"I wish I could but the board made me take a test and Father demanded I answer every question I knew correctly." Adrien sighed, "I'll be going to high school and if I continue the way I am now, I'm set to graduate in two years."

They realized it would never be the same. Everyone else still had four or five years until they graduated. 

Bruce thought that another child would tip the balance of the manor, but he was wrong. It felt like all they had been missing, was her. She adjusted perfectly to the chaos. His sons insisted that Marinette learn self-defense, at the very least. She refused to walk in their footsteps and become Robin or any other sort of vigilante. It hadn't taken long for Marinette to be announced as Bruce Wayne's daughter and Damian's long lost biological sister. Marinette had taken Gotham by storm as Gotham's Angel and was designing under a new alias: Serpentine. She was taking the fashion world by storm.

Everyone loved having Marinette around, but Damian Al-Ghul Wayne knew better. Marinette was as deceiving as their mother. She looked innocent in everything she did, but her mind was a war zone. Their grandfather never appreciated her mind, but he had gotten some of his best stealth mission ideas after talking with her. He could see her slithering into every crack in their new home. She was flexible like Grayson, loved motorcycles like Todd, talked business with Father and Drake. She even won over Alfred, Brown and Cain with her cooking and baking skills.

Damian watched as Marinette smiled at her computer. The look at the screen, the smile; it was his mother's smile. He could see Gabriel stocks were plummeting after their reunion in Paris. Style Queen was barely hovering above water. For Marinette, it was never about becoming Robin. It was about ruling the world and she was going do it through fashion.

Damian would never tell anyone, but he was scared of his little sister and he would take it to his grave. The smile that would lead anyone to death: The Arabian Helen of Troy.

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[jessicaslittlelovesickmess]

How did it end?

Pairing: Larissa Weems x Reader

Warnings: : , hurt/comfort, written on my phone during a road trip 🫣😭, sad lesbians, mentions of not being dead, unedited, angst

"Let me let you go" I whispered as I grasped Larissa's jaw, her blue eyes welling with tears as she tilted her head down. I watched as she closed her eyes attempting to blink the tears away "I can't" her voice cracked.

"I have to Lissa" I let my hand down sliding onto her shoulder brushing down her arm until I held her hand in my own "no you don't". It's for the best.. we've grown out of each other well at least it felt so, she had bigger things for her life than me. I knew I would always carry a piece of her with me always, I didn't really want to leave but I couldn't stay and hold her back either.

Now we stood in the middle of my living room toe to toe the air heavy as we stare back at one another. "You have so much ahead of you" I whispered "I do" she agreed as she raised her hands one on the junction of my neck and the other on my jaw.

I wish I could've stopped the tears but I couldn't "I have a marriage and a family, I have a home to come back to each day... I have you Y/n. I come home to you everyday"

"Larissa" I breathed out looking down only for her to tilt my head back up "I love you Y/n, I waited years and I will wait a million years more if that means I get to call you my wife. It felt like being ripped apart when I thought you were dating Gomez, I'm not sure I could handle anymore."

She rested her forehead against my own, our noses brushing "but you say the word Y/n my heart is yours, I could never give it away after it's known nothing but you after it's entire pattern only beats your name". This bitch I thought with a bittersweet chuckle "I love you Larissa but what if I'm not the same person you fell in love with?" my cheeks burned with hot tears.

She smiled sadly "then I will fall in love with this version of you and the next and the next because I love you, I'm so madly in love with you and I don't understand.." she paused taking a breath.

"I just wish you could see how beautiful you are in my eyes, my love.. my dearest if only I could trade with you so maybe you could love yourself.. you have such beautiful features". I closed my eyes trying to breathe but I was suffocating in her warmth, I was choking back my tears "you deserve the world, Larissa". The hand at the base of my neck moved up to grasp my jaw "you are my world" I don't deserve her and I definitely didn't deserve her when we were in school.

Why did I have to ruin everything, why couldn't I accept something good? I didn't want to push her away. It's been so many years she must be tired, I make her tired "come back to me Y/n" she whispered "your thoughts are so loud". Larissa dropped her hands to wrap them around my frame instead, a hand in my hair and the other around the mid of my back.

I cried into her shoulder before my shaky hands wrapped around her too, my tears soaking through the fabric of her expensive coat. "I love you Larissa but aren't you tired?" I whispered into her neck unwilling to let her go "of you? Never" her breath fanned against my ear. My knees felt like they would give way and snap beneath me "but I make you miserable" my fingers twisted the fabric.

"No you don't love, there's plenty of things that make me blue but you're not one of them" opening my eyes it was dark outside as I peered over her shoulder out the window. "Are you sure?" I pulled back to gaze up at her "of course" she smiled sadly "but what if..what if we can't have children of our own?" I mumbled. "There's plenty of options and if we can't adopt well, it's not the end of the world we can always get a cat" Larissa chuckled.

"I already ruined everything" I sighed trying to step back but Larissa wouldn't let go only moving to hold my waist. "I'm here aren't I?" She asked her ruby lips extra red against her pearly white smile. "Because of me" I cried the guilt weighing heavily on me "and that's the way it should be Y/n, wherever you are.. I want to be with you okay? On both the sunny and rainy days"

"I'm here for you, always on the days you don't love yourself I will love you and the days you don't feel beautiful I will tell you just how gorgeous you are"

If I knew anything about love, it's because I learned from you..

Larissa Weems, the woman you are I thought to myself we were only twenty-two back then standing in my family home. The same home that would become our home, the place where we raised our children and the place I could've lost her all those years ago.

A pair of hands slid around my waist where I leaned against the door frame to the living room. "What are you thinking about my love?" She pressed a kiss to my temple "you" I smiled looking back to kiss her lips.

"Me?" Larissa chuckled "why?" She pressed another kiss to my lips "I'm just feeling nostalgic is all" I shrugged turning in her hold, my hands on her chest.

"Thank you for never giving up on me" I sighed resting my head under her chin "You don't have to thank me for something like that, of course I would never give up on you. I love you Y/n"

"I love you more Larissa"

I always loved you more dearest she wanted to respond but there wasn't anyone in her arms. With a shake of her head she passed the living room to enter the kitchen, this house was haunted by the ghost of you.

"Don't be so dramatic with the story" I laughed taking a seat on her lap "I didn't die, I went away for work" I kissed her lips with a smile. "Though I am forever grateful you never gave up on me" I whispered snaking my hands around her neck as our grandkids watched us. I played with the baby hairs at the back of her neck "oh yes, you went to work and left me behind for three days" she groaned. "I'm sorry that you also had a job" I giggled looking up to see our kids standing in the doorway, they looked so much like we had back then when we were younger.

[piinksdoll]

→[WHY CAN'T I SAY THAT IM IN LOVE?]

Pairing~ Sarah Cameron x Kook!Fem!Reader

Genre~ angst, fluff

Word Count~ 1.7k

Warnings~ homophobia, hate speech, a little suggestive

a/n~ no one should ever have to hide who they truly are and I hope that everyone knows and understands that they deserve happiness no matter what, love is love and if anyone thinks otherwise you should educate yourself. also not proofread!

We keep behind closed doors

Every time I see you I die a little more

(Narrators POV)

Y/n was raised to be perfect. Always having perfect grades, perfect appearance, perfect life. If only it were that easy. Sarah and Y/n have been friends for as long as they can remember. The two have never been apart for a long period of time, they were inseparable. As they got older, they grew even closer till the feeling they both had was no longer avoidable. They loved each other. But they knew the storm that would unfold if they revealed it to their families. When the two made it official, it was fine but it got unbearable to keep their love hidden. It was tearing them both apart. 

(Sarah's POV)

I kissed Y/n quickly before getting ready to go home, she looked at me with a longing glance. "I know what you're thinking." I smiled sadly at her "and trust me, as soon as we go to university, we'll tell them and they'll have to like it." Y/n nodded at my words. "I know but having to wait that long makes my heart ache." My heart broke for her. I hate that we have to hide who we are. I cupped her face "Don't worry hon, soon, it'll all be over soon." I hugged her once before getting my things. I glanced at her sad frame before leaving. 

Stolen moments that we steal as the curtain falls

It'll never be enough

(Y/N POV)

Tonight we are having dinner with the Cameron's, a monthly tradition, we host interchangeably. I put on a little black dress that Sarah had bought me for my birthday. "Are you ready?" I turned to my father's voice. "Uh yeah, I'm ready. Let's go.”  He walked away and I followed behind. We arrived and Sarah immediately caught my eye. She looked stunning, I couldn't take my eyes off of her. She hugged me and led me to a seat beside her. She took my hand under the table squeezing it slightly. I look up at her nodding my head. A part of my heart aches to know we can't be free and happy. Knowing that we have to keep our true selves a secret makes my heart hurt. Sarah looks at me with sympathetic eyes knowing exactly what I'm thinking. We've had this conversation out loud before yet it's still as hard as the first time. 

(Narrator POV)

“May we be excused?” Sarah asked. Their parents nodded, Sarahlet go of Y/n’s hand and the girls hurried up to their room. “Kiss me” Y/n looked at her shockingly. “What? Babe, no, everyone's right down stairs, are you crazy?” Sarah just smirked at the girl in response before smashing her lips onto Y/n’s. Y/n moaned into the kiss, loving the feeling of Sarah's soft lips on her own. Y/n felt Sarah’s hands fiddling with the zipper of her dress in haste. Y/n moaned into the kiss while helping her. Suddenly they heard a knock on her door. The two girls immediately pulled apart. Y/n ran into the bathroom to fix herself while Sarah opened the door. “Yeah who is it?” she questioned, “It's Weezie, Y/n’s parents asked for her to come downstairs. They're leaving.” “K thanks Weez, we'll be down in a sec.” Sarah calmed down just then Y/n came outside of the bathroom. “I have to go?” Sarah nodded sadly. Y/n kissed her before they made their way downstairs. They said goodbye, Sarah watched Y/n drive away silently. She went upstairs to her room, and locked the door. Everything took over her all at once and Sarah started sobbing wishing things could be different.

Why can't I kiss you on the dance floor?

I wish that it could be like that

Why can't it be like that?

'Cause I'm yours

(Sarah POV)

We’re at a party down by the cut with the pogues they invited us to. "Hey, you guys wanna go, I'm kind of tired." I looked at the others awaiting their response. Truth be told I wasn't tired from lack of sleep, but I was tired of watching all those couples be happy and dancing together without being judged. Y/n turned to me and whispered so no one would hear "Are you, ok sweetie? You ate today right?" I looked up at her from my lap and nodded with a fake smile, she didn't look convinced. She can always see through me. JJ was the first to speak up "Yeah sure, it's kinda dead anyways." Everyone nodded in agreement and decided to leave. It didn't stop the longing in my heart. The pogues all knew about me and Y/n and they knew how badly we wanted to be open about our relationship. As we made our way back to the Chateau, Y/n grabbed my hand stopping me in my tracks. “Sarah, baby tell me what's wrong. Please, I hate to see you like this.” she looked at me with concern in her eyes. I felt my heartbreak as my tears welled up. “I just, I saw all those couples tonight. Dancing, carefree, holding each other. I want that. I hate not being able to hold you in public.”  She looked down not knowing what to say. “I know. It was killing me inside, not being able to hold you.” I hugged her tightly. Knowing this is how it had to be. We continued walking behind the group, Y/n’s hand in mine. When we made it to the Chateau, we all sat around the fire. Kie was the first to speak, “I hate this. Sarah, Y/n you guys deserve better than having to hide. I don't know any other two people who are as in love with each other as you two are. It's not fair.” I saw Y/n tear up. The look in her eyes broke me.

(Narrator POV)

Sarah began to cry into her hands. Y/n held her as she sobbed. It made her heart break at the sound of her cries. “I know Kie, but how do we even begin to approach this topic with our parents? It's literally impossible.” Y/n choked out looking at Kiara. “It's fine. Just a few more months right?” Sarah looked over at her girlfriend. Y/n nodded at her comment, while they got up to leave. “You guys are the only people we can be ourselves with. Thank you guys so much.” Y/n smiled at the group. Each of them got up and hugged the girls goodbye. While Y/n drove Sarah home she saw her curled up on the passenger seat. A tear fell down her cheek watching her girlfriend be so heartbroken. Sarah took her hand for comfort. “Soon baby. Soon.” Her words came out barely above a whisper. 

I don’t wanna live love this way 

I don’t wanna hide us away

I wonder if it ever will change

I’m living for that day, someday

(Narrator POV)

The day came for Sarah and Y/n to tell their parents about their relationship. The girls set up dinner and put their stuff in bags just in case, to be ready. The tensions were high as they sat for dinner, their parents on one side of the table, the girls on the other. Sarah took Y/n’s hand as she spoke. “So we called you guys here to tell you something important. Since we're leaving for college next week, we thought it was an appropriate time to tell you all.” She paused and looked towards Y/n to continue. “This may not have been what you wanted but, me and Sarah are dating. Were in love, we have been forever. Nothing you say will change the way we feel about each other or our relationship so please dont even try.” Y/n and Sarah’s hearts raced awaiting the response. Y/n's mother smiled at the girls while Sarah’s parents and Y/n’s father had scowls on their faces. “Sarah, I cannot believe you. This is not how I raised you!” Sarah’s dad shouted in her face while getting up. Rose stood up gathering her things to leave, “Oh my lord I can't even look at you.” right then, Y/n’s father spoke up getting the girls’ attention. “Is this what you've been doing behind our backs?! Messing with each other, taking advantage of our trust? I can't believe you Y/n.” Y/n looked at her father angrily, “Why do you hate it so much? I found love, someone that makes me genuinely happy. Shouldn't you be happy for me?” Y/n’s mother spoke up “Don't you dare yell at her. At least she knows how to love without being ashamed.” her mother yelled at her father. At that point Sarah was a mess she’d sat back down after her father and Rose stormed out. “If you're not going to love our daughter, then you can get the hell out of my house.” her dad shook his head as he left the house. Y/n’s mother took her attention to the crying girls. “I'm so sorry they reacted that way, girls. You both deserve better. You were so brave to tell us. Thank you. I love you both. Sarah, please stay here as long as you want.” Sarah nodded at her “Thank you so much Ms.L/n.” Y/n took the girl up to her room to get cleaned up.

(Y/n POV)

I led Sarah into my bathroom to freshen up. “So now what?” I  asked her as she cleaned herself up “I guess we have your mom supporting us so that's good.” I shook my head, “Yeah but babe you dad doesn't, he's so important to you. What are you going to do?” I looked at her confused while she shook her head. “I don't need him. He literally lost all love for me as soon as he found out I'm not his perfect little puppet anymore. He hates the woman I love so honestly I don't care anymore. I've waited long enough to love you openly, I'm not going to let him ruin this for us.” 

(Narrator POV)

Y/n smiled at her words. Sarah smashed her lips onto Y/n’s feeling of freedom for the first time. The girls went to sleep with smiles on their faces, intertwined like their hearts.

[romanoffsbish]

Excavate My Love

Originally titled “Oh Honey… You Should go to Therapy” 😗✌🏼| Hurt/Comfort | WC: 2,384

Warnings: Abusive Parents | Homophobia Referenced / Internal & External | Self-Harm (Punching) | Intense Feelings | Parental Issues / Heavy on Maternal | Nat’s Parentless | Self-Loathing |

Natasha felt a tension in the air as soon as she entered your apartment, it was her home away from home since you were in it; she essentially lived here anyways. It had been only two months as a couple, but you'd known (and loved) each other for years by now. The words might not have left your timid lips yet, but you were feeling every ounce of joy and pain imaginable. The sensation was odd, to feel the conflicting emotions at the same time while also feeling that pure, raw love.

You were trembling with the need to say it to her, but you were petrified and having a nervous breakdown.

——

Natasha saw you pounding a fist into the side of your head as you sobbed and screamed incoherently. The redhead took you down with gentle precision. Her body pressing your thrashing one into the mattress.

"Detka, what's wrong?" Natasha slammed your arms into the bed and pressed your head into the pillow with her own, then she began to hum a soft, raspy lullaby. The thrashing came to an end when you felt her tear trail down your cheek, and mix with your sweaty hair.

You blinked rapidly and your mind came back to you before it escaped again, but now she was out in the open. The deepest of your fears came tumbling out.

"She won't love you back," you mumbled, mimicking your priorly echoing thoughts. "Don't say it dumbass."

Natasha was mortified, had she really not been clear enough? Her heart never stopped aching when she was apart from you, a side effect of the muscle finally being at rest unlike when it races beside yours everyday.

It sadly wasn't anything she did, and the same was to be said for what she could've done. This was inevitable, you were like clay, soft, fragile; destined to crack.

Fate, or more so, your childhood had led you here.

Your mother drowned her liver in booze and offered you tobacco stained cheek kisses as you were ushered out of the house in ill fitting clothes, hair sopping wet in the dead of a New York Winter. The chill froze your childish face, skin stinging as the warmth of your tears began to defrost your chubby cheeks. It was fitting.

Unlike your parents, with each other or parenthood.

Your dad only came around from time to time to see (use) your mother. They'd made your little brother while you played outside, the streets empty of kids as the lights flickered on, but you weren't alone, you had your growing family of broken rocks to talk to. And the neighbors to eat from because your mother gave up the grocery money so your dad could enter the lottery.

At school you'd do stupid things, like eat food off the floor with a shoe print as a dare, because just like every time before he lost, and you paid the ultimate price.

It was a wonder how you even got this far in life. That the ability to love another wasn't missing, but in the pits of the fire you wished it was. It was all too much.

You only learned how to love from shitty television like Grey's Anatomy and corny romcoms. Oddly enough, the contradictions brought you a sense of peace. The hope was vaguely flickering inside of you, but the looming tragedy was always just a breath away. It was oddly comforting to see love at both ultimate extremes.

It softened the blow of your life. Watching Callie and Arizona is what made you realize you loved women. That and while everyone was drooling over the odd McMen, the resident Christina Yang, held your heart in the palm of her hands. Unapologetically herself, with a middle finger up to society, and everything that you found charming in a woman; in your Natasha.

Meredith reminded you too much of yourself, as you too took the worst parts of your parents to make up your personality. Until Natasha, you too found yourself drowning your liver most nights, following in your mother's footsteps, then after you were seeing blobs instead of people, your fathers as you took women home for fun. Breaking their hearts, but unlike him, the rubber was fastened to your waist with efficiency.

You were cold, and downright sadistic. You'd whisper lusty things into their ears, along with the sweet, building up their hopes for something more. Then you'd kick them out, in the dead of winter—your cousins taxi service made loads of money off of you.

You didn't care; love had only ever left you bruised.

That's why you sent the women anonymous apology flowers, because you obviously didn't care. You were as cold as the ice that encased your parent's hearts, or you at least tried to be. Truth be told though, beneath the well polished, stoic surface you were just a fragile little thing in search of a nurturing kind of love.

The love of a mother one would suppose, alas...

You hadn't seen or heard from her in over a decade. Except for when she tried to hustle you out of money the moment they saw you with Natasha online. Up until then they hadn't called you, it was sickening.

Your parents had kicked you out at sixteen when they caught you kissing Lily; they weren't homophobic. That you knew because your mom used to bone your ex-godmother and your father had special toys and modern women ran in the opposite direction of him (his decayed, crooked smile was genuinely off putting).

Your father tossed you out, but your mother slammed the door. After midnight, once your dad had gone to sleep she exited her house with a bag of your things. Flashes of a group home raced through your mind and you felt the tears sting your icy cheeks, a tobacco kiss laid to your skin to be followed by a deafening silence.

Her loss stung more. With him it was expected, but not with her because it wasn't always like this, but when she lost her mind that ability to love unconditionally followed. She didn't need him, yet she let him call the shots, choosing a twisted affair over the everlasting love of a child—her instincts barren. You don't exactly remember everything, some of the memories have been buried deep in your psyche, but the core ones never leave, they haunt you endlessly. You'll never forget the image of your little brother crying, face pressed to his window as he watched you leaving.

Your parents were the nightmare that hid behind the fable that is the American Dream. They were vile and you reckon he's the only reason your heart worked.

Your heart that beat for only a select few people. One of them being the woman restraining you to a bed.

"Y/N," Natasha said your name for the millionth time, "I need you to come back to me now moya lyubov'."

Your lip began to tremble and she could feel the shake of your skin with her forehead pressed to yours. "Oh honey," she'd coo'd, which really only set you back off as you felt entirely too undeserving of her love.

You knew you were deserving of some love though.

"I deserved better," you mumbled and her heart froze as she hadn't heard the phrase clearly. "W-what?" The redhead had been trying not to blame herself but now she wasn't so sure if she heard your words correctly.

She hadn't, and you forcefully pushed her back some to repeat your prior words. "And so do you Nat."

"Y/N," she said in a plea, "You're making no sense."

"I'm not good enough for you Natasha! I am hellish!"

Natasha scoffed, "You are plenty good!"

"No, I'm really not."

"Knock it off!" Natasha was pissed, but not at you. It all was making sense to her now and she couldn't cope with the appearing reality. "I'm damaged goods Natasha, how could you ever want me?" I-If my own parents didn't want me, then neither should you."

Natasha never had parents, so she didn't understand. But as she felt you trying to hit yourself (again), making her—the Black Widow, actually struggle she's not sure she really wanted to. Alexei and Melina, who gave her back to Dreykov seemed better to her now.

"Detka please," the woman pleaded, the croak in her voice bringing you to a sudden stop. In a split second the woman had rolled off of you, which nearly made you whine but your body followed hers. Natasha now sat with her back to the headboard with you between her legs, your head gently cradled to her chest while her other hand cautiously pressed into your back.

The redhead said nothing, partly because she wanted to give you space, but also because she didn't want to scare you off. You'd just voiced your wish to leave, and for her sake nonetheless. Silent tears streamed down her face as she prematurely mourned your love story.

Tragedy was more fitting. Natasha was conditioned not to feel and you went from batches of numb to these moments of total despair that you usually hid well. So well even that Natasha is only just seeing it, there were cracks in your resolve before, but never to this extent. Natasha was rightfully worried, she also understood.

The world was a cruel place, with unfair rules and devious people in charge. You were both outcasts in terms of societal standards, but you shouldn't be because one's past mistakes, or moments of despair shouldn't make up the entire person's story. They deserved better than to be held with such ignorance.

"I never had anything to call my own before you."

You jumped, startled by her voice that was full of fatigue and pain after an hour of eery silence. It had you sitting up, against her push, and facing her more directly. Breaking you even further, if that was even possible, as you saw her unmistakably bloodshot eyes.

"Natasha," you whimpered, hand traveling up to clean her face of tears, she smiled fondly as her lips pressed to your palm before she lifted her head to hold eye contact more fiercely. "What I deserve is you, Y/N."

"I-."

"I deserve to hold you in times like these, and to get the chance to show you how much I love you. Because I do detka, with all of me, and it's okay: our love is safe."

"No love is safe," you chuckled bitterly and she sighed, "Ours is Y/N, because we will work to make it such. I promise you that I will protect you from the worst."

"You can't promise that."

"I can," she cut you off, "I can and I will because the option of you leaving is not one I'll ever align with."

"I'm messed up Nat." The redhead nodded, lips lifting into a pained smile. "I know honey, but that's okay."

"Is it?" Natasha nodded again, and pulled your body even closer, your chests now touching. "For now, yes."

"What about the later?" You brokenly inquired.

"I would be there too, but I hope the later is better," she murmured against your cheek, lips softly kissing your wet skin. "I'll do anything to make sure you are okay detka. You are my main priority, which is why I plan to move in, officially, and take care of you."

"Nat—." Your rebuttal was cut off by a sweet kiss. "None of that detka, just tell me you love me too."

Your heart pounded in your chest, and you wondered if she felt the rumble too. If she did, she took no offense as she smiled at you, it was uncharacteristically timid.

You saw a flicker of doubt in her eyes; Natasha needed to hear them just as much as you needed to shout 'em.

Which is why you blurted, "I love you so much it burns, like if I took my shirt off my skin might be torched."

Natasha chuckled, unintentionally, because she knew you'd mistake the affection for mockery. "I love you so much that it feels like I'm without a heart when away. My mission's efficiency rates are so high because of it."

A sigh of relief left her when you chuckled, it was also in relief, she knew that much as your body stopped squirming; you stayed in her lap and pouted instead.

She chuckled, "What is it now lyubov'?" Natasha knew by the glow of your eyes that she could be playful now. You knew she already knew what you wanted, but you leaned up and stole a kiss on principle of being a brat.

"I'm sorry."

"No," Natasha softly scolded you. "I'm sorry detka, for not seeing you were in so much pain and suffering with your feelings. I should have made you feel my love."

"I did feel you Natty, I-I just couldn't believe in it."

"Why not?"

"It's never been true before, every person who's ever made me feel loved was only ever placating me," you solemnly said, "I know they didn't intend to do it, in the beginning they felt something, but it was a selfish fulfillment sorta thing. I have always been the person people go to in search of unconditional love, because I will give it without question, they'd twist it out of me. But you weren't twisting, and it's all so confusing."

"That's not love," Natasha grimaced, "I'm not an expert here Y/N, in fact I'm a late bloomer with the entire feeling, but I know now that I'd never give this up."

"Most days I feel like giving up, my mind is a void and you deserve a partner that doesn't come with that."

"Please stop pushing that," Natasha sighed, exhaustion obvious as she ran her free hand down her face. "I'm not going anywhere, you deserve someone that stays."

You mulled over her words for a long minute, both of you holding your breath, and only ever releasing it as you nuzzled into her warmth and whispered, "Then I'm glad it's you, my fiercest protector, my love, my Natty."

"My precious love," Natasha followed, "My beautiful, strong, resilient as one can be, detka—my Y/N."

[gotham-ruaidh]

you can feel the beat within [a 7x02 story]

Her tears had stopped some time ago. Her breaths had calmed, no longer gasping for air, her back softly rising and falling as his fingertips skimmed her spine.

Again he kissed her forehead. Watched the breeze swirl the curtains across the room, the black night an endless void beyond. Shifted her in his arms, sheltering her.

Her hands tightened at his elbows. Knees hooked behind his.

He felt her swallow against his shoulder.

“What happened, when you watched me go?”

He sighed. “I suppose I’ve never told you.”

“You don’t need to,” she whispered. “I understand if you don’t want to talk about it.”

His hand splayed over the small of her back. Pressing her deeper against him.

“You were in my arms. And then you were just…gone. In a blink. I had thought it would be slow, like salt dissolving in water. But no. It was as if you had never existed.”

Her thumb traced two parallel scars on his back. “I was so scared it would pull me apart. Me and the baby.”

“I ken it was the right thing.” She heard the tears in his eyes. “I meant to die, and I meant to save my family. But…God, Claire. You were gone, and all I had was your arisaid, and it smelled of you.”

He inhaled deeply at her hairline. Gasping.

“I was ready for my body to die on that battlefield. Because my heart was already dead.”

She pulled back from his shoulder. Rose up on an elbow to look at him. Cradled his face in her hands.

“Your heart beats within me. It beats in our daughter, and our grandchildren. They are worth it. All of it.”

“I…” his voice broke, pulse elevated, eyes bright with tears. “I ken that. But…”

“You don’t hate me for it, Jamie?”

His brows furrowed. “Hate you? How?”

She pulled away, drawing into herself. Sat up, wrapping her hands around her shoulders. Wishing she hadn’t discarded her shift, damp with sweat and tears, sometime before.

“All of the losses you’ve had…that we’ve had, Jamie.” She couldn’t look at him. “It’s because of me.”

“What? Sassenach, I dinna understand.”

“You lost your parents and brother before I knew you. But everything after that – your home. Your soul, after Wentworth. Our Faith. Angus and Rupert and all the men we knew in the Rising. You lost your birthright as laird. You went to prison. William. Your printshop. Murtagh. You’ve lost all of it because of me. Because you married me. Because I told you what would happen to the Highland culture. Because I came back, and because I know how this war will end. Because I know what’s wrong with Mandy.”

Now she dared to look up at him – torn, beautiful, so beautiful in the candlelight that her heart almost burst.

“How can you not hate me for that, Jamie?”

He reached out, tentatively, and rested a big, warm hand on her knee.

“We had a conversation like this in Paris. We forgave each other. But how long have you felt this way now?”

She rested her hand – her right hand – on top of his. Silver ring softly glowing in the candlelight.

“Too long.”

He smiled sadly. “We are a pair, mo chridhe. For I have long feared you’d think the same of me. Hate me for it.”

She pursed her lips, not understanding. He shifted to sit in front of her, interlocking their fingers.

“You lost your world when you first came to me. Your husband, who I ken was a good man. It tore you up inside, Claire. I made you choose between us when it should have been me against him.”

“Jamie – ”

“I couldnae give you a proper home until we built this one. We lost our daughter in Paris. We returned to Lallybroch, and it was a wonderful time, but we lost that too. We lost the chance to raise Bree together. We lost a life in Edinburgh, and then at Lallyboch because of Laoghaire. We came to the Ridge, but we lost it being a safe place for you.”

Her thumb traced the scars on the back of his fingers.

“I’ve wondered - how could you not hate me? For it’s because of me, all this has happened to you. To us.”

Somewhere outside, a dove cooed mournfully.

He brought the back of her hand to his lips for a kiss. “But I cannae hate my own heart. Can you?”

She looked at him for a long moment. “Of course not.”

He made a small sound, and in a rush gathered her to him. Squeezing so tight.

“I have loved you from the very beginning of it, Claire. Holding you like this, in my arms, when you wept at Leoch. It felt right, did it no?”

She rested her forehead against his. Kissed the salt at the corner of his eyes.

“You are my heart,” she whispered. “As I am yours. When yours hurts, mine hurts. When mine hurts, so does yours. Two hundred years can’t change that.”

A kiss.

His thumb traced her heart.

“Look…”

Jamie pulled away, smiling. Softly spun her around to rest against the steady strength of his chest.

She settled against him. Looking out the window. Smiling at the shower of tiny kisses against the shell of her ear.

His heart a low, steady thump against her back.

Her heart singing.

Watching dawn – the gift of another day together – touch the Ridge.

[notinthislife50]

Chapter 2 - What Is Going on?

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They both laughed as they shook my hand. And that was my first introduction to Jensen and Jared. The best friends a girl could ask for.

Filming was to start in just under a year so we made the decision to hang out as much as possible and get to know each other. It was the best year of my life. Coming from having no family and hardly any friends and in a new town I was grateful for how welcoming everyone was.

I even met Jensen’s wife Amy and she was just as friendly as the boys.

When filming started Jensen,  Jared and I decided to share an apartment. A few of the crew also rented apartments in the same complex. I can’t tell you how happy I was.

The first few weeks of filming were a breeze, but then came Jensen’s character, and my character had to film a sex scene, something I had never done before. When Jensen saw how nervous I was he tried to calm me down saying he had done this before and I could trust him, and I'll be so sick of these scenes it will be boring after a while.

As we wrapped season one a big party was thrown Amy had flown up for it, and I was so happy to have another girl to hang with.

One morning the boys rang me screaming it was our two year anniversary since we met and we needed to celebrate,  so obviously I had to fly down and party.

I spent the next few weeks down in Texas. I stayed in Jared's and it worked out perfectly as season one was just about to be released.

We watched the first few episodes together but then I flew back to Canada to get the apartment ready for the boys coming back.

When they arrived a few weeks later Jared hugged me,  trying to squeeze out any air I had left in my body but as I hugged Jensen I could tell he was hesitant and something was off.

“You okay?” I smiled. 

“Yea, Smurfette” he smiled sadly.

The next few months of filming I couldn’t help but feel Jensen becoming closed off from me and began to panic.

“Jared, did I do something?” I asked tears forming in my eyes.

“Y/n no you did nothing wrong“ he hugged me tight kissing the top of my head “your his second favourite friend, he will talk to us when he is ready”

I pushed him and laughed “I have you know I'm the first favourite” but knowing that wasn't the case, 

“Jensen,  come on the next walking dead is ready to watch “ I shouted from our living room.

Jared plopped down beside me placing drinks on the table. As we waited we could hear Jensen shouting from his bedroom.

“What's going on who is he talking to?” I asked confused.

Jared shrugged being equally as confused

When Jensen stormed out of the room he yelled “Thanks a lot Y/n I was on with Amy and you shouting at me to get off the phone didn't help.”

“oh I’m so sorry I didn't know you were on the phone with her” I whispered taken back by his tone.

“How is she?” I asked, “I’ve texted and rang her a few times but haven't been able to get through”

“You know not everything is about you” Jensen yelled at me.

“Woah Jensen” Jared stood up “She was only asking a question.”

“What so you are on her side?” Jensen accused.

“When you’re shouting like this I am” Jared tried to calm him down “Tell us what's going on man we are your friends “

“Nothing is going on let’s just watch the damn show” Jensen huffed throwing himself down on the couch.

As I slowly sat down looking at Jared he shrugged at me and shook his head in shock. As we sat in silence watching the show Jensen’s phone kept going off. And the more it kept going off the more angry he got.

“We could leave this for another time if you wanted” you softly said not wanting to cause any trouble.

“If I wanted to leave it for another time I would have said” Jensen barked.

As tears formed in your eyes, you whispered “I'm feeling tired anyway I think I'm just going to go to bed.”

As you stood up Jensen yelled at you “You’re trying to make me feel guilty now?”

“Jensen” Jared shouted, “What the fuck?”

As you walked into your room `, silently crying you curled up on the bed,

“What the fuck man?” Jared shoved Jensen,  “she's our best friend what are you doing?”

“Amy is having a breakdown with all the sex scenes Jared I don't what to do “ Jensen confessed rubbing his hand down his face

“And how is that y/n fault?” Jared asked “She is just following the script. She loves your wife she would never hurt her.”

“I know but I don't know what to do” Jensen started to cry.

(Just like everyone else who loves Supernatural,  I love Danneel, So for this story, I have made Jensen’s wife someone else out of respect x)

[seriouslysam8]

He is startled awake by the ringing of his cell bars... He doesn't even know how long he's been here... Days. Weeks. It could have been minutes for all he knows.

He groggily realizes someone is talking to. Something about his master not even being able to finish the job correctly. That couldn't be right he doesn't have a master.

his musings are cut short when something smacks him in the face. He peers at the offending object and blearily readreads the headline stating "THE BOY-WHO-LIVES RETURNS HOME" when he's jerked into attentiveness by the picture on the front page

It's Harry... His Harry. But that can't be right Harry's only a toddler.. This Harry is way too old. Before he can make out more of the details the paper is suddenly ripped out his grasp.

Nooooo he tries to scream but it comes out more as a whimper.

The guard finds this funny for some reason as he snarls at him "you'll never lay a finger on the boy. You failed, you piece of scum." He then hears a clanging as the unknown guard walks away.

The preceding nights are the worst he remembers as he continuously relives the worst night of his life.

He's sprinting up the steps. Not even processing the blown apart roof. All he sees is the door blasted off its hinges.

He immediately comes across the first body and collapses immediately.

"Nooooo" he able to scream this time. "James what have I done!! It's all my bloody fault".

He's jerked outta his self loathing because he just knows he needs to see the confirmation of his greatest failure.

As he stands up he whispers "we'll see each other soon Prongs. I promise you that."

He doesn't know how much longer it is but he's thankfully pulled from the nightmare of reliving finding James' prone body next to the couch by the rattling of his cell.

He blearily stares up at his cell door when he recognizes Moody and no that's not right nymphy is a little girl. And she'd never look at him with such disgust.

But no it's not Moody or even his little cousin that grabs his attention. It's another newspaper headline but this time it proclaims loudly "HARRY POTTER MEETS FAMED GILDEROY LOCKHART!"

He reaches out as if it's a lifeline. He's older this time but he can tell it's been a year maybe two this time. He whimpers out a soft "I'll find you Harry".

"not on my watch you wont black" Moody sneers.

If he thought his dreams were bad after the previous newspaper he was sadly mistaken. It's as if the dementors could sense the new happiness inside him

He doesn't know how but he's able to drag himself up the stairs.

Another door blasted apart. "oh Lils why didn't you take Harry and flee. It's all my fault."

He collapses the second time that night next to the body of his sister. The person who knows him better than anyone besides James. The one who understands his terrible family only like someone who can because of shared experiences.

He can't even muster a cry of anguish this time as hot tears cascade down his cheeks. He doesn't even immediately feel the frigid cold November night air against his skin.

It's the soft voices this time that wake him from his self hatred. He's not even sure why he asks for the newspaper he sees the man holding. He deludes himself it's for the crossword, like he could possibly solve it in his current state. But it's definitely not for the infinitesimal chance to see his godson on the front page.

He does a quick glance at the front page and sighs in disappointment when he doesn't see Harry. He barely registers the story on the bottom with a picture of smiling happy family before he angrily tosses it into the corner.

Why was he being so stupid to think he would actually see Harry again.

It's hours later or maybe it's days or weeks who knows in this godforsaken place he definitely deserves to be in when he finally gives the photo at the bottom more than a passing glance.

He doesn't know how long he's staring at the photo trying to convince himself of what he's actually seeing.

"there's no way. He was never quicker than me. My curse hit him." But there's no denying that rat sitting on the boys shoulder is THE RAT. the rat that betrayed them all.

He should have known better than to think his nightmares couldn't get worse after seeing his godson for the first time in the previous articles. Since when did things ever work out for him. He's a Black for crying out loud. Nothing but destruction followed his wake. So in a twisted way he knew he deserved the horrors that awaited him that night.

That's when he finally hears it. The whimper that would haunt him forever. The whimper of his godson calling for him "pa'foo!!"

He's on his feet and at the crib and picking Harry up in an instant. Every other thought immediately leaving his mind.

He's so focused on consoling Harry he doesn't even see the blood trickling down his forehead

"ssshhhh Harry. It's ok. I'm here kiddo. Sirius is here buddy." He knows he's lying to the kid but he knows he needs to be strong for him.

He carefully hides his godsons face in his neck as he carefully steps over Lily to take him downstairs and away from the horrors within.

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[bwoahtastic]

Your Kings AU prompt makes me think of King Lewis and Queen Nico! They married each other out of a sense of duty and while there was no love, they got along well and didn't think it was the worst outcome that they would have a family together.

But then Nico nearly dies during the birth and it just tears them apart. Nico feels like a failure and just bathes in self loathing - he doesnt get true love romantically and now he will never have unconditional love from a baby, will he *ever* get any love in his life? He pulls away from Lewis and the couple become cold and distant, barely looking at each other in public. He notices Lewis leaving the castle more often, but he just doesn't have it in himself to care - he's become a shell of himself.

Life becomes like groundhogs day, where everything just repeats - Nico and Lewis wake up, eat breakfast together (steadfastly avoiding talking or looking at each other) and then they don't see each other again until dinner or at court. But then, sweet farmer Val turns up and he's pregnant. For the first time, Nico feels something other than self loathing and emptiness - he feels RAGE! Didn't he do all the right things? He gave up so much, lost so much and continued to do his duty and now the courts and Lewis have seemingly disregarded this all for Val and an heir?

Nico is heartsick watching Lewis and Val together, especially as Val's bump continues to grow. He stops leaving his chambers and can't bring himself to eat. Maybe Val and Lewis get concerned when they haven't seen the queen for a few weeks and send one of his trusted advisors from his home kingdom, Mika, to check on him. Mika is horrified to see Nico looking pale, so very thin and just like a husk lying in bed.

I don't know how it'll get to this point - but at the end, Lewis, Val and Nico fall in love and live happily ever after with the little prince or princess (unhappy endings make me so sad)! Maybe Nico even ends up having a surprise baby and he's just so happy!

Oh plss!

Nico and Lewis not marrying out of love, but the value and respect the other a lot. They are a beautiful couple, both so kind hearted and loyal to their people and everyone is gushing over how cute the heir will be!

Nico gets pregnant and they are both really excited. Nico really wants to be a mother and Lewis is so sweet to him during his pregnancy, which is really tough and draining. But then Nico goes into labor way too early and its very dangerous, and the pup sadly does not survive...

Nico survives by miracle but losing his pups just tears his heart apart. He cannot bare be close to Lewis and Lewis doesn't know what to do, how to comfort Nico and it just gets worse when the physicians say Nico is likely infertile...

They barely speak, barely see each other, only interact through the flowers they both leave at the tiny grave Nico had made. Nico noticed Lewis leaves to the village a lot but doesn't really care and just goes on eith his day, every day, until Valtteri turns out.

The sweet farmer Omega is wearing his best, albeit simple dress, cheeks flushed with nerves. Nico doesn't understand why Valtteri is there, and why Lewis seems to know the farmer. Val whispers he is pregnant and isn't sure what to do or where to go and Lewis ofcourse offers him to stay.

Nico would be so angry! He tried his best, did everything right and still it wasn't enough, and now a farmer can give Lewis what he can't?!

Lewis tries to talk to Nico and Val very shyly tries to help, but Nico ignores them entirely and hides in his chambers, not even letting the maids see him most days and definitely not letting Lewis in.

Lewis writing to Mika, having the advisor come over as Nico adores him, and surprisingly, Mika is allowed into the room. Mika being so shocked seeing Nico, his long hair isn't neatly brushed, his slip dress hanging loose as he lost weight. He looks so pale and sad and bursts into tears seeing Mika, desperately holding his arms out and Mika can do little else but hold Nico as he sobs.

Pls I want a happy ending for them too!! Lewis and Nico becoming closer again ams Nico comes to adore sweet Val!

[kit-williams]

It's a wonderful life

@glitterypirateduck

So this was inspired by the movie it's a wonderful life of course. I nearly lost my husband to pancreatitis and during that time in the hospital to cope besides watching my at the time 4 month old I really got into the COD fandom. The premise for the character of Goblin is that she got iskaied and is now stuck in the COD universe while at the same time she's able to look at her phone and realizes that there's a copy of her back home. This is me expressing the fact that (Goblin) is the lingering feelings the fear I have while I've outwardly have had to move on.

Why it's a wonderful life is mainly due to the way he wished that he never existed, the alien feeling of seeing everything around you be normal except it's not. Plus for the Comfort at the end of the movie too.

tw: Suicidal thoughts, Hurt-Comfort

Simon didn't bother to close the door to his truck, or wait for the elevator, all he could think about was the last message Goblin had sent him. Do you think this is some horrible wish like in It's a wonderful life? Do you think if I jump off that bridge I'll just wake up.

He knew the pain of what was Christmas but she had been spiraling that drain he wasn't going to let her fall into it. He jammed the spare key he had into the lock and looked around the dark apartment. "Goblin." He said looking around with panic itching at the back of his throat as he went through her apartment. He was still in the window of helping her out if she decided to do something stupid.

He found her laying in the dark just looking at her phone. He could see the glow of the screen lighting up her tear stained face. "It will be his first Christmas tomorrow." Goblin just croaks out as she sits up and looks at him.

Simon just stands there silently as he can hear people and the loud laughter of a baby coming from her phone as she just gives a pained smile. Goblin had become more and more withdrawn which was expected from his perspective but he could tell she wasn't expecting it to hurt. His heavy footsteps guided him over to her bed and he sits down looking down at her. He takes a sniff of the air, "Have you been drinking?"

"Yeah..."

He looked at the can on the floor, "If I remember... you made the funniest face when we had you try it."

"Still tastes like piss." She chimes in.

"Come on sweetheart lets get some food in you." Simon says finally turning on the lights. Though he quickly goes to properly park his truck... he's not terribly surprised to find out she hasn't moved. Simon pulled on her arm watching her sit up as he helped her wobble to the kitchen. She hid her face on the counter sitting at a stool as her apartment still looked barely lived in... far more of a bachalor pad than anything really. But she was still hoping that she would go home.

He placed the plate of beef stirfry in front of her as she looked at it sadly. "I normally love Christmas... I love December... " She starts off softly, "It's when my family throws all of their parties." She smiled softly, "We back load a lot of it. We have two parties... an adult only party early December and then my Aunt's big Christmas Eve party. And I'm missing them..."

Simon leaned against the wall with his arms folded over his chest. He wasn't wearing his signature baklava, his rusty brown hair was visible as well as his warm brown eyes with his mouth covered by a black mask. "I know your background... but to go from a family that had probably 100 people related to each other to suddenly being by yourself..." Goblin said just picking at her food.

"What happened to me is something for me to deal with."

"But it's why I hate to complain around you. You've been through so much...."

"What has two legs and bleeds?" Simon asks seeing Goblin just start to smile, "Half a dog." He hears her tell tale snort. "There's the Goblin noise."

"Oh shut up Simon."

"Nah don't think you'd like that much." He watched her eat before he sighed softly, "Goblin." He watched her look over at him, "Maybe next year we can... decorate or do something. If I'm still here that is."

"Simon... you're still around in 2023... but if... if I'm still here by the time next Christmas rolls around... I'd like that." Simon could hear the pain in her voice at the thought of being here still but he couldn't stop the way his feet moved over to her as he pulled the smaller woman into a hug.

"Even if you don't I won't leave you behind...now finish up you're food." She looked at him curiously, "We're gonna drive around and look at Christmas lights."

And that got a smile on her face.

[noblehouseofgay]

Sleeve

(Black Brothers microfic)

Hurt/comfort

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(Sirius pov)

Every since his brother came back to school after the holidays, he'd been more distant. Which is saying something considering they haven't been close in years. His eyes seem empty, staring off more often. He's colder, even around his own friends. Sirius knows something is different, he fears what it could be. He doesn't want it to be true. Regulus was better than that. He knows it. His brother may not be like Sirius, but he's certainly not like the rest of their family either.

So when he sees Regulus walking down the hall, he watches him. He's alone. Sirius gets up and follows him.

Regulus keeps walking, doesn't turn to look. Sirius gets closer. "Hey." Regulus doesn't react. "Hey!" Sirius grabs Regulus' arm.

(Reg pov)

Regulus snaps out of the daze he was in to feel Sirius grabbing his arm. "Ow!- what the hell?" He tries to pull his arm away but Sirius' grip is tighter than usual. "What do you want, Sirius?" "You didn't respond when I called out to you." "Oh...I didn't hear you." It wasn't a lie. He'd been so lost in thought he must not have heard him at all.

"What is with you, reg?" "I just have a lot on my mind." He tried to pull his arm away again but Sirius wouldn't budge. His arm. Oh Merlin did sirius know? Please not yet, he wasn't ready for Sirius to hate him again. "Please let me go, Sirius." Sirius bit his lip. "Reg, don't make me do this." Regulus looked away, he knew what was coming. It couldn't be stopped. Sirius waited. He wanted Regulus to say something, but there was nothing he could say to fix this.

Sirius slid Regulus' sleeve up. A small gasp escaped Sirius' lips. His fingers dropped Regulus' arm quickly. Sirius stepped back. Tears stung at Regulus' eyes.

"I thought you weren't like them." Sirius' voice dripped in betrayal. "I'm not." "You're not?! Because it looks like you are!" "I didn't have a choice, Sirius!" "You did! You could've left like I did!"

There it was. The thing Sirius always believed to be true. "You truly believe that don't you?! Believe that they would've let me go? No. No, Sirius. They let you go because they had their precious spare. They had me. I stayed because you left! I gave my freedom for yours! And for that I now get to play puppet for a bunch of blood supremacist psychos!"

Sirius stared at him, almost like he didn't understand what was being said.

"Don't just stare at me." Sirius was silent. "Nothing to say? That's new for you." Regulus turned and began to leave. He knows he lost his brother yet again.

"You could've come to me..." Sirius' voice was soft. Regulus stopped walking. He thought for a moment.

"I didn't want to drag you back into everything after you escaped.....besides....I wanted your last thoughts of me to be good.......not this...." He pulled at his sleeve. His arm burned. The Mark deep in his skin always burned. He wasn't sure if it was all in his head or not. But it burned.

"I'll get you out of there." Regulus laughed sadly. "Little late for that don't you think?" He turned to face Sirius again. "If I couldn't leave before, there's even less chance for me now."

Silence fell between the brothers. They didn't look at each other.

Quietly, Regulus spoke. "Don't tell James.....please."

Regulus didn't know if Sirius knew of his feelings for James, but either way, Sirius nodded.

"They'll notice you're not around anymore...James and remus..." Regulus shrugged. "You and I have drifted apart before.....I doubt they'd be surprised if it happened again..."

Regulus bit his lip. "They just began to like me.....I'd like.....for them to think of the good version of me......instead of this..."

"You keep talking like that, stop it. I am not- I am not giving up on you, Reggie. I won't. Not again."

"And what are you going to do?? Cut off my arm?? Kill the Dark Lord yourself?" "Maybe!" Regulus rolled his eyes. "You always were a moron."

Sirius broke the distance between them and hugged his brother. Regulus tensed up for a minute. He didn't expect his brother to touch him once he knew about his arm. Slowly he hugged back.

Sirius spoke softly to him. "Let me talk to james......he got me out.....he'll help you too......you just have to trust me....just let me try....ok?"

Regulus head was buried into Sirius.

"Ok"

[denimbex1986]

'Review at a glance *****

So it’s goodbye David Tennant again, and over to you Ncuti Gatwa! Except, no! The big twist in this twistiest of episodes – one that may well be the best hour of Who ever – is that the three-episode reprise of Tennant’s Doctor is not quite the end for him at all.

What seemed to be simply a canny way for Russell T Davies to bring some goodwill back to the Whouniverse, using a Tennant as a drum-roll for Ncuti Gatwa’s new reign, was not merely that, not just cynicism: it was a chance to crowd please a crowd in need of a damn good pleasing.

What a rare delight to watch prime time Saturday night TV delivered with such aplomb. This short run has echoed Marvel’s accomplishment with the Avengers films, matching drama with humour, and never taking itself too seriously even as it brings you to tears.

The Giggle topped it all off with a genuinely brilliant and thrillingly unpredictable episode that started off as a fun satire for all the family before turning into a Carnival of Horrors, by way of a murderous Spice Girls set piece by the lead villain that would make the Joker frown in envy. This was pop culture hitting some kind of high-on-itself high.

Last week the Doctor and Donna landed back in present day London to find Wilf waiting (sadly Davies revealed on a post this week that Bernard Cribbins died before he could film any more scenes so he does not appear in this episode). He told them humans had turned on each other and were fighting in the street and the world was basically ending.

Turns out that back in the day, 1925 in Soho to be precise, when John Logie Baird invented the TV, the first image he recorded was the head of a ventriloquist’s dummy (actually true, Stooky Bill, was his name, and yes Stooky was as spooky looking in real life; what was Baird thinking? Sick man, with all due respect).

A dummy which happened to be a magical evil puppet that was sold to him by a German-accented, racist Toymaker (played by a sensational Neil Patrick Harris having the time of his life here). And the image has sat hidden within every screen since then, not just TVs but phones too.

Back to ‘Today’, where Bonnie Langford is back as Melanie Bush after her companion stints with Colin Baker and Sylvester McCoy (incidentally, I wonder how many near-misses they had in Who writing rooms over the years, with character names veering close to Bond-esque smut) to help out because a satellite launched by South Korea has made the world 100% online – “For the first time in history everyone has access to a screen,” the Doctor frets, and our skinny hero does do a lot of fretting here – which triggered the hidden puppet into doing an evil laugh, that in turn sent everyone’s brains crazy.

Pilots are landing wherever they want, people are fighting for their right of way on the road, insulting the infirm and different, seeking angry justice for the mildest of questioning, and everyone is basically turning into a conspiracy theory loon. It’s described as so: “Basically, every single person on earth now thinks they’re right and everyone else is wrong.” Sound familiar?

OK, yes the first half is a very bludgeoning satire of social media-infused life today, which includes a red-faced buffoonish Prime Minister addressing the nation by saying, “Why should I care about you?” But as I keep saying, Doctor Who is family viewing and making sure the kids get it without making the adults groan is a line which Davies navigates masterfully here.

Assessing the imploding world, the Doctor rants about “humans hating each other,” suggesting the “anger and lies and righteousness,” was always there waiting to take over. Tennant has always channeled rage in his Doctor but here he gives it his full ‘den of thieves’ moment, and orders the UNIT agents to shoot the Korean satellite out of the sky, since all of the world leaders have gone crazy too. The Doctor making decisions on behalf of the earth? Treating it as his kingdom? It feels like he’s overstepped a mark and he knows it.

Anyway, while humanity is on a precipice the Doctor and Donna take a trip back to Frith Street in 1925 to confront The Toymaker.

Cue a sequence of surrealist delight reminiscent of classic carnivalesque horrors like Dead of Night and Tim Burton’s Beetlejuice in which Harris revels like Gambit meets Dr Strange meets the Joker. The scary puppets that attack Donna hit some great old notes, bringing flashbacks to Trainspotting and Poltergeist.

The climax comes with the Toymaker dealing out death to ‘Spice Up Your Life’, and bringing an end to Tennant, who almost seems relieved by it.

This proves to be one of the most moving narratives related to the Doctor. Donna took him to one side earlier and said that when she saw inside his mind, “You’re busy every minute of the day… it’s like you’re staggering along… is that why your old face came back? Because you’re wearing yourself out.”

That skinniness that has been joked about throughout the specials is recast as evidence of a man coming undone, not taking care of himself, consumed by self-loathing as he’s haunted by his past failures. “I’m always so certain,” The Doctor cries in full tortured Tennant mode, “Take away the toys and what am I now? Lost and broken.” (“You big idiot,” Donna retorts).

So when the Toymaker takes his life, the Doctor almost want it. Except, he’s not given it. He doesn’t die and regenerate into Gatwa, rather he splits in two. Two Doctors! He’s Tennant and Gatwa. One can remain on earth with Donna, while the new Doctor is free to roam the universe on the new Disney funding.

I loved this explanation for Tennant’s return, the haunted figure that he became post-Rose and post-Donna taken to the logical extreme, his mental health disintegrating after too much death and loss and destruction.

Doctor Who has always been about loss. Companions leaving people on earth behind or never having them at all (like Melanie Bush), the loss of time, loss of life. The Doctor is a kind of charismatic god of life, taking on death always, trying to save everyone, everywhere, all at once. Exhaustion was coming…

But so was regeneration – or rather bi-regeneration, which is a first for Doctor Who, and is portrayed as rehab: to save himself, he has to become a new person entirely. He splits in two! Tennant is still here, but so is Gatwa’s Doctor. And lo, parents across the land are spared the tears of a million children.

Gatwa is immediately a new kind of Doctor, not falling apart – “thin as a pin and running on fumes” he observes – but so sure of himself that he gives Tennant a hug and a kiss, the younger man like a father, and when Tennant says, “You can’t save everyone,” he replies, “Why not?”

It sets up Gatwa’s new Doctor deliciously as a capable, flamboyant, winner, a very ‘out’ figure who will continue to annoy the anti-wokies/anti-BBC/anti-vaxxers/anti-youths but who will deliver the thrills. The Errol Flynn moustache he sports can be no accident, given how swashbuckling the trailer of the Christmas Day episode is.

Will Tennant keep a presence in the Whoniverse? Not sure if the new guy is going to need him…'

[seduceme-lovestruck-thearcana]

The First: Prequel

Chapter 3: Together Yet Apart

@notmine213

Mary and Harold have another thing they want together, more than the company and anything else, but it will have consequences. Ones that they have to face and live with.

Enjoy :). Reblogs and feedbacks are appreciated!

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Mary and Harold loved each other dearly, both deeply in love that almost nothing could ever tear them apart. Unless they did so willingly.

Mary was right in her assumption when she met Harold. He partook in the Angel trials, started at 18, trying to become a Warlock. Because of that, over the years of them being together, she had to leave at times, and he’d cast spells to make it seem like he had no demon influence on him. Maybe the Angel was kind to them or truly blind because they never questioned him, nor had any angels come to hunt her down. They were one of the lucky ones.

When they were both 31, his trials were finished and he was officially a Warlock, a powerful one at that. It made the Angels watch him closer, yet give him space since he had passed. She didn’t have to hide as often, which made them relieved. Every morning Mary thanked whoever would listen that she still woke by his side. Even when the company was created and on its way to success, both woke with small smiles and sighs of relief. They were safe for those moments, and they basked in them.

However, as time passed they wanted something else, something they both knew forbidden.

A child. They wanted at least one.

It was possible, almost easily so, but the aftermath was the most dangerous part of all.

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“The children are called…cambion correct?”

Mary and Harold laid on their sides in bed facing each other. It was late at night, the moon high in the sky, yet neither could sleep with their thoughts. Harold ran his hand through her hair, soothing her warring thoughts.

She nodded. “Yes, they are cambion. They are forbidden in the eyes of the angels, and even other demons.”

“Other demons?”

“Other demons see humans as weak and useless, only good for energy or…malicious purposes,” she said sadly. “So if a person is half demon and half human, they’re almost worse in some demon’s eyes.” She noticed Harold’s eyes looked at something behind her, avoiding her eyes. She cupped his cheek and kissed him gently. “I don’t see you that way, my love.”

He smiled fondly. “I know, love,” he closed his eyes with a sigh, “It’s just hard to hear that if we have a child, they’ll constantly be in danger from almost everyone.”

She didn’t want to suggest it, it was something she promised would never happen, but if they wanted this then it had to. It was the safest option. “There is a way that can keep them mostly safe.” He hummed for her to continue. “I can stay until I have the child. When I do…I have to leave.”

His eyebrows furrowed. “Leave?”

She nodded. “I’ll have to leave the human world all together. I’ll have to go to the Abyssal Plains. It would be easier to stay hidden there.”

He held the hand against his cheek and looked away again. “Is that the only way? Are you sure?”

She bit her lip and thought in silence for a few minutes. “Well, we could stay here, but it would be very dangerous, Harold. I don’t want either of us to constantly live with fear.”

“Are you okay with that?” He kissed her palm. “I don’t want you to be gone, but if you have to, then I understand. But will you be alright there? I don’t think it’s any better than here,” he said with a small, no humor chuckle.

She laid her cheek against his chest, closing her eyes. “I don’t know, honestly. But…if we want a family then it may have to happen that way,” she kissed him one last time, “But we can work all the plans out later, okay?”

He turned the nightstand light off and laid his head against hers and nodded. “Of course, love. Just know that I’m here for however you want to do this.”

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They had that conversation many times, both thought of different plans of how to stay together and safe, but many didn’t get far. Harold had Angels checking on him from time to time, and she knew he wouldn’t be the man to hide his child away. They both wanted a child, one that would be a mix of them both, and it came with dangers.

But in the end, they decided it was worth it. They were 37 when Mary was with child, and she felt fear yet joy, always for differing reasons.

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Three Months

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“Have you thought of a name?” Harold asked. They walked through the nearby park, holding hands. That was an almost everyday activity to help Mary get her exercise.

She pursed her lips for a moment then nodded. “I have a few for a girl and a boy,” she looked at him, “What about you?”

He nodded with a laugh at her look. “I have a few, too. For a girl I’ve thought of Rose, Alice, or Jane. Those are my top three. For a boy I’ve picked Felix, Jason, and Cameron,” he gently nudged her arm, “Now tell me yours.”

She nudged him back with a smirk. “Would you believe me if I said I also thought of Alice?” She huffed with amusement at his shocked look before she continued. “The other two names are Lily and Janette.”

He hummed. “Damn, I like all of them. How about we wait.”

“We wait?”

He nodded with a smirk on his face, the look he had when he formed a devious plan. “Whenever we lay eyes on our child, we pick then and there. It’ll pop out to us, and it’ll be the perfect moment to name them.”

The corner of her mouth lifted into a sideways smile. “Are you just giving in to your indecisiveness?”

He feigned a look of offense, holding a hand against his heart. “You wound me, Mary! I would never let that control me!”

They both laughed at his behavior, and walked until the sun began to set. They sat at a bench and looked out into the sunset, their hands held tight. “This is yet another beginning for us.” She leaned against his side and laid her head on his shoulder.

He kissed the top of her head and rested his against hers. “It is, and I’ll do whatever it takes to make this as safe as possible.”

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The next several months were spent researching about how demon birth occurred and how to do it safely. Though they were both hesitant, they eventually found someone in the demon district who agreed to help them, almost like a midwife. It put their minds at ease, and they spent the rest of those months together and enjoying their remaining time. Even though they both agreed, it were a lot to truly take in and settle with. She would leave when the child was born and he would stay.

They would be separate, but Mary had an idea that kept them together at the same time.

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Eight Months

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Harold clasped the necklace around her neck, giving a small kiss above the chain. “There you go.”

She turned and held out his necklace. “Do you think you can do it? Or do you need help?”

He turned around with a smile and a certain coolness ran through his body once the necklace was clasped. “What does this do again?” He pulled her into his arms lightly, careful about her stomach.

She held the small, rhombus shaped crystal. “Yours has a spell tied to me. As long as I live and breathe,” she looked up at him, “this necklace will glow.” She held her crystal. “And as long as you live and breathe, mine will glow. It’s so I know you’re alive, and you know that I’m alive.” She cupped his cheek with a small smile, though it was sad. “We’ll be together, though we are apart.”

He kissed her palm. “I can visit from time to time, I promise. I won’t just disappear from either of your lives. I swear it.”

She didn’t know what to say to that, so she pulled him into a deep kiss instead, showing her appreciation the best way she knew how.

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Mary never wanted to go to the Abyssal Plains. She heard and read about it, so she knew it wasn’t a good place for someone like her. She knew it would be a hard transition for her and their child, but she could do it. She believed in herself, and in Harold.

When the baby did come, they only had a few days to stay together. He had all the materials and knew the spells to send them to the Abyssal Plains, to a home in the woods in a kingdom. Their friend helped with that.

The day came faster than they thought it would’ve.

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Harold stood in the study they had in their apartment. It was the exact same, except a small cradle near the desk. Harold held Alice in his arms gently, adoring her. She had green eyes, though they looked a little blue, and midnight black hair. She was a newborn, so her features would change, and his heart felt heavy when he realized that. He had to see her like that, and maybe next time he saw her she’d look completely different. He couldn’t watch the change, only see it.

He gasped quietly when arms wrapped around his waist, his hold tightened on Alice for a moment before he heard the voice. “It’s just me, sweetie.” She kissed the back of his neck and sighed. “Is the ritual ready?”

It had been a few weeks since Alice was born, and their panic rose with each passed day. It was unfair, but they had to leave. They were only meant to stay a few days after all.

He nodded slowly, almost forgetting to answer. “Yes, it is. Are you dressed and have the stuff you need?”

She couldn’t’ve worn her regular clothes to the Abyssal Plains and instead wore simpler clothes. Plain black leggings with a white shirt with long sleeves that ruffled at the end. Her shoes were small booties. Though everything counted as ‘normal’, apparently it was close to what people in the demon world wore. She had a small woven bag with supplies their friend had given her, both for her and Alice. It was the start to a new life.

“I am. I have everything I have to take, but not everything I need.”

He turned around with a worried look. “What are you missing?”

She smiled sadly and brushed a piece of his hair behind his ear. “You.” She took Alice gently when he handed her over.

He wrapped his arms around her neck and pulled her closer, resting his forehead against hers. “I’m going to miss you two so much, Mary.” His eyes watered, and he quickly wiped the tears away, wanting to see them both as clear as possible. “These necklaces will work even if you’re gone, right?”

She blinked back her own tears and nodded. “Yes, I swear it, love. I’ll miss you, too. But you said you’ll come and visit us. You have the ritual and you know how to do it.” She nodded again with a shaky smile. “She will know your face and voice. She’ll know her father and how much he loves her.”

He pulled her into one last kiss before he kissed Alice’s forehead, as a goodbye. They both stared at each for a few more moments, noting each detail of the others face. However, it could not last forever, so they pulled away and he opened the portal for her. She stepped through quickly and made him close it immediately after. The longer a portal open, the more chance an Angel would’ve noticed.

She stood in front of the cottage and what the woman said was true. When she looked around her all she saw was trees and woods. She looked down when she heard a noise and smiled softly. Alice babbled and looked up at her with those green eyes. Mary held her tighter and entered the cottage, preparing herself for motherhood on her own.

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[c0ntr0lledchaos]

The Scream

The town was on fire, the sky was black with smoke and ash, and screams filled the air. 

Yuti stood in the road that went through the middle of town, watching the chaos surrounding her. The wind whipped her silver hair violently around her face and blew smoke into her bright green eyes. The heat from the fires was scorching, even from a distance it causes sweat to roll down her gray skin. She always looked different, was it a mutation or a side affect of the power she was born with no one knew. Somewhere in her mind she knew this is how they were spotted, but in the moment she could not think clearly enough to process that. 

With the god Imperium's symbol carved onto their chest plates, soldiers marched from house to house. They demanded the people obey die. Even if the people listened to the soldiers, they were chained and led away to who knows where. 

Less than a week ago, missionaries from the church of Imperium were in the town instead, preaching leadership, structure, and caring for those less fortunate than you. They stood in town center wearing beautiful robes and handing out food that the villagers had never tasted before. They preached that Imperium was the leader of all the gods and should be worshiped before all the others. They wanted to set up a church in town and said that the people would be blessed to have it there. They started making promises of more food, more resources, and that the people would be happier if they all joined the church. 

Some people believed them and left with the missionaries to go to the church's leader to be properly welcomed. Yuti, along with most of the town, saw through them, though. They were nothing but empty promises and charming smiles. Yuti saw even more that they were hiding behind their lies. When the missionaries came, so did the ghosts that followed them, each screaming of the horrors that would come if the people did not leave immediately. When they realized that Yuti could see them, she was bombarded day and night to get her family and run as fast as they could. 

She tried to tell her parents, her aunts, uncles, cousins, and anyone what the ghost had warned her about, but few listened. Her parents had never taken her seriously, and sadly, this was no exception. They were swayed by the missionaries' preachings and had left to be welcomed into the church. 

Her girlfriend had always listened to her when no one else had, and the two of them quickly started packing and making plans to run away. Sadly, they were not fast enough. Soldiers stormed the town in the middle of the night, only a few days after the missionaries had left. 

Yuti stood in the road that went through the middle of town, eyes wide and staring at her girlfriend's lifeless body that laid in front of her, the soldier's blade still plunged into her chest. The soldier ripped his sword from her with a sickening squelching sound, turning his attention to Yuti as blood pooled around his feet. 

The world faded away around her as she could only focus on the body in front of her. There was blood, so much blood. She could practically hear it dripping off the blade and onto the soldier's feet. She couldn't hear anything else except the dripping. There was no roar of the fires, there was no shouting, there was nothing. 

Drip. 

Drip. 

Drip.

A scream broke through the silence, and only then did Yuti realize she was the one screaming. She was on her knees now, she couldn’t remember falling onto them. The soldier was standing in front of her, blade raised and ready to strike. It never came, though, the soldier now frozen in place. He fell down into the dirt and blood, eyes wide behind his helmet as he breathed out his last breath and laid dead on the road. The soldiers around her did the same, one by one falling and dying where they were. 

Yuti could feel the energy rushing through her. It felt like it was ripping her insides apart and threatening to tear through her skin. She could see all the ghosts that had warned her to leave and all the spirits of the people she lived side by side her entire life now flooding the streets. They were tearing the soldiers' souls out of their bodies and forcing the air from their lungs with forces that Yuti had never seen before. 

Yuti kept screaming. She couldn't stop, she wanted to but she couldn't. Even as the last soldier fell dead, she could not stop. Even when it felt like her vocal cords were shredded, even when it felt like she would run out of air, she still screamed. The energy pulsing under her skin and through her veins was forcing itself out through her lungs and mouth. She felt as if she would die like this, screaming in pain and loss among a sea of blood and bodies. 

As sudden as it began, it stopped, and she felt like she could breathe again. She took a deep breath and almost choked on the smell of blood and death that surrounded her. Along with the smell, her first breath brought a wave of exhaustion that she had never felt before, and she could no longer find the energy to stay upright or even catch herself as she fell. Her head hit the dirt and mud with a soft thud as she fell on her side. She fought with the last of her strength to keep her eyes open, but it was a losing battle. 

As her eyes slowly closed, the only thing she could see was her girlfriend's body, a few feet in front of her. She blinked, and suddenly a person was kneeling in front of her. As she slowly lost consciousness, she swore she could see her girlfriend's transparent hand reaching out to her.

[the-celluloid-correspondent]

Quickie Reviews

Blue Velvet: Directed by David Lynch.

Blue Velvet has all of the classic mannerisms of David Lynch. From the surreal characters and storytelling methods to the subtle horror, this is David Lynch at his most accessible. The story is simple and easy to follow but laced with darkness and weirdness to disturb the casual viewer. What appears at the beginning as idyllic America slowly becomes a nightmare as our protagonist slowly becomes enthralled with the underbelly of this idyllic town. Through visual shots that are both hauntingly surreal and beautiful to the hypnotic score, you are transported to this otherworld. The characters also bring us to these conflicting tones of America, from the "All American Girl," played wonderfully by Laura Dern, to the psychotic maniac played by Denis Hopper. The wide-eyed and innocent Kyle MacLachlan, who uses the script incredibly well; to the women wanting a better life, is played masterfully by Isabella Rossellini being our guides. My only complaint is that it took a while for the film to start, and watching the sexual violence was disturbing, to say the least.

My Rating: B+

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The Ice Storm: Directed by Ang Lee

I don't think I have seen a film that has eviscerated the American Middle Class as much as The Ice Storm. Director Ang Lee tears apart the American Dream with this fascinating commentary on family dynamics and sexual exploration. Lee leaves no stone unturned by masterfully balancing subjects ranging from selfishness, sexual promiscuity, poor communication, greed, and bad parenting to how these mistakes affect their lives, children, and friends. The entire ensemble cast brings their character's idiosyncrasies, insecurities, and inner turmoil to life masterfully with Oscar-worthy performances given by Kevin Kline, Joan Allen, and Sigourney Weaver. However, with all that praise, I do have some complaints. The film could have been a little longer so that the adult and children's storylines could have been fleshed out more because they fight each other for screen time. Thus allowing the climax to have more of a gut punch than it did. Lastly, seeing actors who were minors at the time perform "sex scenes" was incredibly uncomfortable to watch.

My rating: B+

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Deliverance: Directed by John Boorman

Deliverance is a brutal watch that is absolutely not for everyone. What appears to be a light-hearted adventure film turns into a cruel survival story that explores man's darkest side. From the beginning, a sense of dread is ever-present and growing till it explodes. The film explores masculinity, poverty, and the clash of civilizations as it turns into man's worst nightmare. The story does not hold any punches back as it explores these themes, and these themes are masterfully brought forth by the entire acting ensemble. Oscar-worthy performances were given by Jon Voight and Burt Reynolds but sadly received no recognition from the Academy. Overall, a fantastic and underrated thriller from the 70s.

My rating: A

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Enter the Dragon: Directed by Robert Clouse

Enter the Dragon was campier than I was expecting it to be. It has the stereotypical 70s cop infiltration storyline and bad yet good fight scenes. But what makes the film stand out is the sound effects given by Bruce Lee and the acting ensemble during the fights; they were unironically hysterical. It was obvious it was dubbed, which just adds to the campiness of the film. Overall, this movie is just plain stupid fun for the whole family.

My rating: B+

[ladyviserra]

hiii! could u perhaps do an imagine about aemond one eyed x daemon’s daughter and being w her will test his loyalties to his brother and his cause? like he will def be torn between loyalty to his brother aegon and his love for y/n

The Sweetest Betrayal | Aemond Targaryen

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Female!Targaryen!Reader

Summary: Aemond got too involved with Y/n, she was just an innocent flirt. Now things were diffrent, she was his enemy but they are already too in love to stop themselves from seeing each other, even if it was behind their families’ backs.

Warnings: fluff, meantions of war, incest (cousins), kissing...

A/n: I hope the person who requested this doesn’t mind me making this into a series, so I will have more part and more people involved (Aegon II, Alicent, Daemon, Daeron, possibly Rhaenyra and others), and make this longer.

Part 2

With his one good eye, he looked at the person he feared he loved the most. She was still asleep. " Gods. " He thought. " Such an angel should not be involved with me or this war. " The cold weather hit his muscles which were out in the open since the last night.

He made sure to wrap her in the fur, hoping her mind was clear of bad thoughts that haunted him. At least she looked peaceful, away from the chaos which was rising up.

Aemond groaned, knowing he got too involved with her, if it was only him loving her, the prince would be long gone, suffering in his loss at King's Landing and not watching his cousin sleep. At that the cousin he was supposed to see as an enemy, not kissing her tenderly and caressing her soft skin.

He wasn't the only one in love, she was too. And because he knew she loved and cared for him, no matter how cruel he could be, there was no strength in him to leave her. What were they before the war? A pair of kids that were messing around. He was often getting glares at his uncle Daemon anytime they were too close to each other.

Until they were able to sneak away and share their first kiss. The love started there and maybe they didn't know it then but it would be just a kiss that would be repeated again and again... Then the war happened and now neither of them is safe.

His uncle is not far away from his daughter's room, as much as he knows the man could be waiting at her doors, seconds away from opening it and witnessing this scene.

They are enemies and he would probably be killed in no time. If his brother found out about Aemond even seeing the " enemy " the lightest punishment he would receive would be being locked up in a cell, stripped of his title and forgotten left to rot until he dies from starvation or dehydration.

His mother wouldn’t be pleased either, she would be disappointed in his decisions and he would be the enemy of his brothers, sister, mother, grandfather, nephews, niece and to all that support his brother’s claim.

The sun is almost going to rise and he will have to leave Y/n before her family wakes up. Well his too, but the war tore them apart. The prince walks to the chair which was holding his shirt, preparing to leave. However, he didn’t want to leave without her knowing. Aemond left the shirt in its place, laying his arms on the bed, crawling slowly to her spot, being very careful to not make too much noise.

“ Y/n. “ He called her name, seeing no reaction. “ Y/n. “ He shook her lightly, not wanting to scare her. Her purple eyes shinned when she was able to see his face.

“ Morning, Love. “ He smiled at her, lowering himself until he meet her lips. “ Morning. “ She was smiling too until she realised the sun was soon going to be up in the sky. “ You have to go? “ Y/n sadly whispered, hugging the fur which she was surrounded by even tighter.

“ I know, love. I have to, before... “

“ I hate this Aemond. I hate this war, hate that our family is split in two, I hate how we will never be able to live in peace, I just want... “ Her eyes couldn’t hold in the tears anymore, she broke down and Aemond quickly started showing her his support, holding her with his arms as if he was scared to let her go.

“ I just... want us...all of us to be...to be happy. “ She was able to finish her sentence and saw how one of her tears trailed down his chest. “ I wish that too, so very much. “ Seeing how sad their situation made her, Aemond’s heart was breaking, especially when he knew he couldn’t do much.

He wanted to do nothing more than tell her they can fix it, that their family won’t fight, that there would be no war and she should be sad. But he knew, he couldn’t lie to her even if he wanted.

Aemond wished he could come to her father, ask for her hand and get permission from him and he could finally marry his lovely Y/n, and take her somewhere they can be in peace. “ Love, you know I hate nothing more but having to leave you, but I must before we are seen together. “

“ I know you must. “ She let go of him, trying to stop her tears knowing they would make him stay longer which she would be delighted by, however it was risky to have him be here for too long.

Aemond dressed up, and walked to her window, pulling at the rope to see if it was stable. He let go of the rope, stepping in front of Y/n’s teary face, and kissing her cheek softly. “ I will see you soon again. “

As she saw him approach Vhagar, she took her napkin, tapping on her wet face. She weaved to him, barely smiling from the pain she felt. Aemond felt the same pain stabbing him in the chest as he was leaving, he flew away and she returned to bed, not knowing what to do with herself, just wishing for him to come back to her and never leave again.