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thursdayinspace · 4 months ago

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WIP: on the run

This is a thing that spiraled out of control from a tiny headcanon. I'm not sure this will ever become an actual fic, but I thought I'd share this angsty little snippet, because it can stand on its own. They're on the run after season 9, and Mulder feels guilty, so things happen.

tagging @today-in-fic

It happens only once after they go on the run. Only once, after days on the road, too many days of never-ending worry and fear. Endless days of constantly looking over their shoulders, endless nights with little to no sleep, expecting to be caught any second. It happens once and only once, and Scully knew it was coming. Still, it hits her hard when it does.

It’s a Tuesday, maybe a Wednesday morning; days of the week have lost all meaning, blending together in strips of highway and cheap motels. She wakes up in some damp, moldy room in the middle of nowhere and the bed next to her is cold. For a second, her brain refuses to make sense of it; she sits up, blinking against the light, listening. No sounds from the bathroom, no water running. His bag is missing, no longer on the chair in the corner where he left it. The shock pierces her heart cold as ice: he's gone. Her frantic eyes fall on a note on the bedside table, his familiar handwriting in blue ballpoint pen on yellowed motel stationery:

I'm sorry. I can't do this to you. You deserve so much better, Scully. Please don't be mad at me, you know I'm right about this. I love you.

They checked in late last night and went straight to bed. She doesn't have anything to pack. In her rush to put yesterday's clothes back on, she gets caught in her sweater, can't find the armhole, can't get it over her head, and she loses precious seconds; god knows where he is by now. She leaves in such a hurry she forgets her toothbrush in the bathroom.

He left the car. Of course he did. The keys are in her bag where she put them, having driven the last few miles of their journey last night. That stupid man, if he tried to hitchhike and risked being recognized—she doesn't want to think about it, she needs a level head right now. She knows him better than anyone. Where could he have gone? He doesn't want to be found, not by the cops, and now not by her. Her chest aches and she can’t breathe. She doesn't even know how long he's been gone, and she curses her ability to sleep through absolutely everything. But she knows him. She knows him. If anyone can find him, it's her.

At least this she knows, this is something she can do. So much is out of her control. But she’s fought monsters. She’s solved puzzles nobody else wanted to touch. She can figure this out. And she knows where to start. She knows Mulder.

The late afternoon sun casts his shadow long over the soft grass at his feet, and she slams the car door harder than necessary, ready to cry with anger or relief or whatever the hell it is she's feeling. "Mulder."

"Hey, Scully," he says, sounding guilty, resigned, his face unhappy and tired as he meets her eyes.

"What the hell—" She breaks off, barely able to speak through the pounding of her heart. "Mulder, what were you thinking...?"

"I'm sorry," he says. He looks so utterly defeated. "How did you find me?"

She shakes her head, deciding not to get into the shit job he did of concealing his steps; it's almost like he left an intentional trail of breadcrumbs for her to follow, but this is not the time for that discussion. "I cannot believe you. After everything? You try to pull a stunt like this after everything we've been through?"

"It's my fault," he says. "It's all my fault. You're cut off from everyone you love. You have no future. You have no son. Because of me."

"You're such a fucking idiot," she spits at him. He doesn't move, doesn't reply, only lowers his eyes in shame. "Mulder," she tells him. "Look at me."

He doesn't, just lifts his shoulders in a shrug. "Go home, Scully."

"Just stop it," she says. "You know I'm not going to do that. So can we just not do this? Please? Can we please not fight about this?”

“I don’t want to fight with you.” His voice is barely more than a whisper. “I want you to be safe.”

“Yeah, well.” She takes a few steps closer, sighing. “We can’t always get everything we want.”

“Scully.” His hand reaches for her and she reaches back, she always does, she always will. “This isn’t fair to you.”

“Leaving without a word isn’t fair,” she says. There’s more she wants to say. Promises she wants to hear but can’t ask for; promises she wants to make that she can’t put into words. Not yet. Instead, she wraps her arms around him and holds on, closes her eyes when he finally lifts his arms to squeeze her tight and bury his face in her hair.

“What are we going to do?” he asks.

He’s warm against her, warm and solid and there. “I don’t know,” she says.

She can’t keep this anger inside, and he can’t shoulder this guilt on his own. But she’s too exhausted to fight. Too drained to do anything more than stand here with him. Capitulation and relief are written into every breath against her neck, into the way he wraps himself around her. He doesn’t have the strength to let go. Months ago she’s held him like this once before, and she understands how it tears him apart—she’d felt it too, then: loving him so much she’d needed him to leave, needing him so much she’d wanted him to stay.

“What can I do?” he asks, and she fills in the blanks: What can I do to make this right? What can I do to prove I’m sorry? What can I do to make it so that all this never happened?

And she wants to tell him: please see me, please understand that I need you. “Talk to me,” she says, aware of her hypocrisy; her own words are safely locked away where he will never hear them. He left because he loves her. She found him for the same reason.

“I’ll try,” he says.

She knows he wants her anger and she wishes she could give it to him, but she has no fight left in her and neither does he. If she hopes for it hard enough, maybe they’ll be okay. After all, she knows he’s hoping for the same thing.

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yeeterthek33per · 2 years ago

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It hurts (but I've got you)(Katrina Gorry x reader)

A/n I'm gonna warn everyone right now. This one is gonna get dark. It's a fresh loss, and I'm feeling ridiculously angsty. Warnings include mental illness, unaliving mentions, past abuse, self degradation, and panic attack warnings. and some seriously dark thoughts. A lot of mentions of trauma coping. Seriously, do not read if you guys can't cope with it or if it triggers you.

Also, this isn't the only Gorry fic I'm writing atm 😅

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It felt like you knew the moment your fiancee had been subbed off that this game was it.

3-1 down with just 3 minutes left of regulation time. Even with stoppage, nothing felt like enough. None of you were processing Tony's yells from the sideline, none of you could feel the rush you needed to.

And they just kept coming at you. The exhaustion was setting in and nobody could keep up with them anymore.

Sam couldn't get the touches she needed to.

Mackenzie wasn't communicating well with the girls at the back, and they weren't aggressing like they needed to

You felt helpless in the chaos, despite being in the midfield. Your passes weren't connecting, and every touch you had felt like it was a turnover to England.

It felt like Chidi wasn't being given enough time to work her magic. The English defence was reduced to several layers of blue. None of the strikers up front had the energy to challenge that.

Steph was completely out of it, Caitlin was trying, but she didn't have the strength.

In the end, none of your attempts were enough, and it was weighing on you like a pile of bricks. You felt sick. To the point where your sobs nearly turned to dry heaving.

You'd collapsed to the turf the moment the whistle blew. Hiding your head in your knees, you avoided any possible camera angles of your face, not wanting to be seen losing it like you were.

You could barely budge when you felt a hand on your back.

Everything was just overwhelming... not processing, but still somehow all setting in at once.

You felt several pats on the back over the course of a couple of minutes. You assumed the England players. Proven when you heard your old teammate Alessia, rubbing your back and mumbling to you how proud she was of you, especially watching you play throughout the cup.

You could barely acknowledge the blonde though.

Everything was screaming in your ears, all the pressure, the deafening silence of the crowd aside from the few England fans that did show up, the players off the side of the pitch yelling and celebrating.

The first person to force you out of your shell, though, was Katrina. She's knelt in front of you and tugs at your arms, pulling them from around your head and urges you into her embrace. You meet her eyes enough to see the tears, and that just sends you further. You feel like you failed her.

It didn't feel like enough. Nothing you did during that game was enough. Her voice is shaky but it's soothing enough to get you to slow your tears, but it's just piling up behind walls in your head at this point. It's being boxed up and padlocked.

Your first reflex is to apologise. And you do.

"I'm so sorry, it wasn't enough, I wasn't trying hard enough, I failed you."

Katrina feels her own heart crack a little further, hearing those words come from you. You'd played your heart out this entire world cup.

You were exhausted. You all were. But you couldn't see that you were doing all you could. It hurt more than anything to know you were blaming yourself for this. Though she fully expected it. You were still learning to process losses like this. She was hoping you'd made enough progress in case a loss like this happened.

It was something you'd both been working on. It's one of your childhood traumas. Losses were ingrained into you like life failures. You'd been taught from a young age that failure was never an option. That it resulted in beatings.

That it meant you should die.

That was something that you'd ingrained into yourself as a coping mechanism while you were still with your foster family.

Katrina knew of the abuse, but she didn't know much about the state of your mental health. It was something you'd only recently opened up with. Little by little, but not a lot.

It bounced around your head like a mantra.

You failed, it's over.

You failed.

You're gently brought back out of your head, Katrina's hands on either side of your face, her thumb caressing your cheek, her forehead leant against yours.

"Look at me, baby, breathe, just listen to me, okay? You're in your head too much. Just listen to me and try to breathe with me. C'mon baby, you can do it. Come back to me."

You try to match her breathing. You hadn't even realised the panic attack had hit you.

Your chest was heaving, and you managed to slow it down a little.

"That's it, my sweet girl. You've got it."

You try to take in her words.

Just breathe.

You're a failure.

You're okay.

You've got this.

You fucking useless-.

Just breathe Y/n.

Breathe.

It's okay.

You're safe.

"That's it, you're safe here, Baby. You did so well."

Her lips press a kiss to your forehead.

"That's it, baby girl. You did it. I'm so proud of you."

Her hands shift to your neck to rub at it gently. Her nails scratch at the skin lightly, and you let it distract you. Your breathing is finally relaxed enough to let her pull you to your feet.

You almost can't bring yourself to look around. But you pick up your head and take a deep breath as Katrina keeps you looking at her.

"That's it, Y/n, that's it."

You close your eyes and take a final deep breath, and then meet her eyes again. You feel guilty for dropping this on her right now. Now is not the time for her to need to comfort you.

So you stone wall it back and fake a little relaxation in her arms.

"I'm good, I'm good, I'm okay. I-...I'm"

Sorry. I'm sorry.

You didn't say it out loud, but her face immediately shifts, and it seems you don't have to. It's almost like she can read your mind.

"Hey, no, uh uh. None of that, you don't need to apologise to me. You're my girl, and you're allowed to be vulnerable around me. I'm always gonna be here for you. Don't ever apologise for not being able to handle things on your own."

You let out a shaky breath, tilting your head back, blinking back any tears.

You've got this.

You nod, whiping away tears.

She rubs your shoulder softly. And you finally manage to look around at your teammates. A few of them are still just... sitting... contemplating the game.

Sam in particular. She looks like she's holding it in just about as much as you are, although more than likely a little better. The disappointment is still fresh in her eyes, though, and you can't quite face your best friend just yet. So you move to hug the others.

Katrina follows behind you a little. Not directly, but enough to keep a close eye on you as you console the girls. Charli and Kyra stick by her as well. The two of them had been the first to go to her after the whistle blew.

Though they do come find you after a few minutes. You were marrying their practically adoptive mother, after all. That and you were family to them as well.

Charli is the first to reach you. You let her hold you for a few minutes, and you rub at her back as well.

"Thanks, Cha Cha, I'm sorry you didn't get the chance to play today like we'd hoped."

She shakes her head.

"Doesn't matter. You all played the best you could today. I'm so proud of each and every one of you."

Your eyes well up a little bit, but you suck it back in.

"I know."

She ruffles your hair a little bit, managing a small goofy smile, and it gives you enough to let out a watery laugh.

"Atta girl."

It gets a little easier to breathe after that. And you find it easier to approach Kyra too.

"Hey, kiddo."

"I'm sorry it had to end like this."

"Not your fault, Ky. You played the best you could today."

You're quick to envelope her, too, pulling her into your chest, resting your head on hers. She's a little shaky but she's coping.

You both start to walk the pitch after that. Beginning to applaud the crowd for their support throughout the tournament.

It still stings. You know it will for a while. But each step is an easier breath. For now at least.

But at that, with each step comes a new echo in your head that you have to push down. It helps having your family there with you. Your real family.

You don't even register the huddle or the locker room talk.

When you get on the bus, Katrina is quick to shove her way into the seat beside you. Not that she has to, really. There's this unspoken rule about the team. Katrina is always next to you after a loss. They know it's for good reason, but they never pry or ask why.

By the time you're back to the team hotel. Its late and everybody returns to their own rooms.

You try convincing Katrina that you'll be fine, that you're just tired, but she's adamant about staying in your room. She reads you like an open book. Truthfully, you definitely aren't fine, and being on your own is not something she's wants for you right now. Harper is with Linda, Katrina's mother, thankfully, so she doesn't have to see this.

You go to join her in saying goodnight to her daughter, but she tells you to stay put for now. You can see her tomorrow.

You almost whine saying you missed the two year old, but you know not to push it, and you know you aren't in the right headspace to be around her right now.

You get ready for bed, and it only takes ten minutes for your girl to return again.

"She's doing fine, a little confused why Cha Cha didn't wanna play Aeroplane tonight, but she went down without much fuss."

You smiled a little at that, Harps was such an easygoing kid. It was hard not to fall in love with such a sweet little thing. Being in love with her mother certainly didn't help prevent that either.

"I'm glad she's doing okay then."

Katrina swaps out her (your) hoodie for one of your sleep shirts and strips down to just underwear.

"I think we'd both be a little better if her mama was too, though." It's not even subtle. You know she's not trying to be. She never is. She's gentle about it, though.

"What do you mean? I'm perfectly fine." It's said in a joking tone, but the unimpressed brow you get makes you feel a little guilty for that one.

"You want to talk about what happened?"

"Want to or want to?"

"You have to want to talk about it before we get anywhere. I won't force it out of you, I know it's still so fresh, but you need to want to before we can talk, sweetheart."

You sigh a little, resting against the wall behind the bed. You think about it for a minute. Before ultimately deciding to just hold on to it for a bit longer.

"Not just yet."

She nods in understanding.

"I'm here when you're ready baby."

"Maybe in the morning, it's just a little more tender than I'd like."

You still feel bad, though. Katrina played the same game you did. Lost the same game you did. Yet you couldn't handle it the same way.

You slip under the covers, and she joins you, slipping under, on her side and behind, spooning you. Her arm tucks itself over your waist, pulling you back into her shorter self. In that moment, you let her warmth lull you to sleep, thoughts of regret and guilt still plaguing your mind.

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It's weird. You've never seen Sam mad like this before. She's always been a relatively calm captain. Even after losses this big. You'd never seen her raise her voice at another teammate. Sure, sometimes people do stupid shit, and she has to pull them aside to speak with them, or lightly scold them, and that usually works, but...

Here you were.

She'd asked you to come to the meeting room downstairs first thing this morning. She's been yelling at you for the past five minutes. With each sentence, you just shrink, smaller and smaller, and it's like you're back on the pitch again.

"How could you let this happen?! Why did it take eight of you to let them through?! After all that hard work? How hard is it to keep them out?!"

"I-"

"How hard is it?! You're a defensive midfielder. You should know you have to keep them out, and you failed me!"

"Sam I-."

"You fucking let me down, I am absolutely fucking disgusted with you y/l. Why did you think it was okay?!"

"Sam, I'm sorry I-"

"'Sorry' isn't a fucking excuse, you knew you couldn't let us lose and you fucking let me down. You let them all down, you fucking failed us."

You're sobbing at this point, barely able to get a word in. You're curled up in the corner of the room, and Sam is standing over you. You can barely register the feel of artificial turf beneath you as the blaring lights of the stadium nearly blind you.

She's still yelling, but it's like she's muffled now.

Off to the side even.

You look up around you. She's still yelling, but you can't hear her over the crunching of grass beneath a pair of leather loafers. It screams in your ears, almost painfully. You know those sounds all too well.

Your foster father walks towards you slowly, with purpose. His belt bent and tucked back into his hand again.

"What did I tell you would happen, Jessica?"

It makes you tremble, and your body is rooted to the spot. You feel like you can't move. He always tried to force the name on you. Your foster mother just let it happen.

You open your mouth to protest, but all that comes out are more sobs and half met pleas. He's standing right over you now. His arm raises the belt in the air. And right before he brings it down. You see the angry and disappointed faces of everyone. Sam still yelling.

Steph, Caitlin, Charli, Kyra, Ellie. Katrina stands on her own, shaking her head at you. She turns away right as the belt comes down.

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Your eyes blink open. You feel the stickiness of dried tears on your face, fresh ones replacing them quickly.

You have to take a quick few breaths to gather your surroundings again.

It's okay. You're in your room. He's not here to hurt you.

Katrina's arm is looser around your waist now. You're tucked into her front but on your back now, and she's dead asleep on the pillow beside yours.

It's okay.

You're safe.

How could you let this happen?

Fucking dumbass.

Worthless piece of-.

That's all it takes for you to carefully slip out from under the covers. Careful not to jostle your sleeping fiancee. You couldn't get the look of disappointment on her face out of your head.

She'd looked completely done with you. She couldn't even look at you. She was so disappointed.

Tears were still flowing from your eyes. Your breathing was starting to become more rapid as you slipped out of the room's door, a small click behind you as you shut it.

You couldn’t stay here.

That was all you could think about. There was no way security would let out at this hour without questions, so you have to find a back door.

You sneak into what looks like an old busted fire escape hall. There's an old alarm attached to it, but it's not even enabled, you having prepared to bolt if it had gone off if you were wrong about it. You'd heard one of the staff talking about it needing replacing soon and that they'd disable it until it could be fixed.

Your socked feet are quiet, but slip on the tile floors as you walk out the back door. Looks like the alarm isn't enabled from the inside. You duck out quickly and just run down the road. You keep running. It's dark out still. You didn't even check the time before running off.

But it doesn't matter.

The thoughts in your head are spinning. Everything's just crashing down on you. You're curled up in an alleyway, beside a dumpster.

Fucking useless piece of crap.

You couldn't keep them out?

You're worthless.

You-

It's all just echoing around, piling in your head. Your head is between your knees as you rock back and forth.

It-

It scares the shit out of you when a pair of hands carefully rests on your shoulders.

You let out a little scream, not expecting anyone to have followed you. It's Katrina. You're relieved for a second but quickly tense again.

Shit, you hadn't meant to wake her on the way out.

"Hey, it's okay, it's just me. Im sorry I scared you."

She's hesitant to speak at first, processing what she's going to say, you assume. So you speak first.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you up."

She shakes her head at that.

"Baby, that's not the problem. In fact, I'd rather you have woken me up... baby, what's going on? What's happening in that head of yours? Talk to me, why are we out here?"

"I-." Your voice is shaky, and you have to clear your throat. Your eyes drift to look anywhere but at her.

Her fingers on your chin bring your gaze back though.

"Look at me. What's going on?"

Your words are mumbled softly, like you're trying to force them out, but they just let out almost inaudibly. Thankfully, traffic outside had calmed down in the earlier hours of the morning. So she does hear you when you say it.

"It was just a bad dream, i needed some air."

Her face softens, but she's still sceptical. Thankfully, she doesn't have to prompt you further. Everything just feels so kept up. You let it out slowly, but the more you talk, the more tears that flow out to join the words whispered.

"It's just... God, I feel so stupid. It's not like everyone around me isn't dealing with the same shit."

She's silent as you try and process what to say.

"I- everything's just collapsing in on itself, it feels like... I know it's not the end for me, or for us as a team, but..." There's a little understanding dawning on her face. "Everything in my head has just been crumbling lately. Yesterday, just kind of, I don't know? Completed that? Compiled it? I don't know. It just built and built and built and everything's just being thrown back at me again."

"So that dream...?" She urges gently.

"Was just everything compiling in one go."

"Do you want talk about what happened in it?"

"I-not here, I won't make us have this conversation beside a dumpster."

Katrina laughs a little, letting her hand come up to hold your cheek. "Fuck baby, we could have this conversation on the edge of a cliff and I would still sit and listen. Whereever you wanna be my sweet girl."

You let yourself lean into the warmth of her hand, the cold now having started to seep into you as you're sitting down on the concrete.

You nod quickly. "Let's go. My ass is starting to freeze." She chuckles and pulls you to your feet gently.

Thankfully, Katrina had half the mind to leave the access door unlatched, and you sneak back into the hotel with little to no trouble.

Back in the darkness of the hotel room, you're leant back into her, sitting between her legs on the bed. Her hands run through your hair, gently scratching at your scalp as you replay the events of the nightmare.

"It was so daunting, and it just kept finding its way into my head, and just... god... I love Sam... and I know she would never, but... it just felt so real."

"And it just kept going. It just devolved into... well. My old foster dad... he just..."

Tears started to well up, and you couldn't finish it after that. The words wouldn't come out. At your hesitation, Katrina is quick hush you, pressing her lips to your temple.

"It's okay, baby, you don't have to say it. I'm so sorry you have to deal with that."

"S'not your fault, just my stupid brain."

" Your brain is just trying to help you process the loss, okay? You've suffered so much, and it's okay to be grieving and dealing with it how you need to deal with it."

You lean your head back against her shoulder, letting the tears fall. God, you didn't deserve this woman. She was an amazing mother, a brilliant football player, and an amazing soon to be wife, too. She doesn't wipe the tears away this time, and you let them go.

Instead, she holds you. She lets you cry into her.

She lets you cry into the super early hours of the morning before you finally manage to exhaust yourself into a heavy sleep, tucked between her arms and her whispering sweet nothings, soft praises, and promises of forever with you as you do.

"I know it hurts, baby girl, but we're all here for you, and I've got you, and I'm not gonna let go in a hurry or ever."

You may not be able to tell her everything yet, but she sure as hell would make sure she was there to listen when you do.

#katrina gorry x reader #woso x reader #woso imagine #woso imagines #woso

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huramuna · 1 year ago

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a maid's folly - chapter 8.

dark aemond x maid ofc

minor aemond x floris baratheon work is 18+, minors do not interact, lest ye be smited.

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summary: a new maid from the Vale arrives at the Red Keep during a tumultuous time and becomes ensnared in the One-Eyed prince's web.

we're in the home stretch y'all! after this is the epilogue and then this story will be at an end! thank you for sticking with me through my second fic ever and my (hopefully) first completed one.

this chapter may seem a bit rushed in places but i promise its for a reason! aemond going through the grief of losing rosemary and it is taking a huge toll on him to a point where he really isn't living, but rather, living his life through snapshots. i hope i exemplified that correctly!

word count: 2.7k

warnings: smut, power imbalance, religious guilt, dark Aemond, canon typical misogyny, canon typical violence, Aemond being a touch starved weirdo, possessiveness, jealousy, this is going to be ANGSTY

(don't fear) the reaper - blue oyster cult • its been so long - the living tombstone

Death was an odd thing for Aemond. He’d never experienced it really, not in any capacity specific to him.

The death of Laena Velaryon changed his life in many ways, technically, but the idea of her death, her corpse floating to the bottom of the sea to become fish food didn’t stir any emotions within him.

But now— that feeling… It was odd.

“Brother, there’s been an accident,” Helaena had said.

The next words that came from her mouth were garbled as his ears rang, a high pitched throbbing echoing through his skull. He must’ve said something alarming, as Helaena, who usually didn’t wish to touch or be touched, wrapped her arms around him as his legs failed, wobbling like a newborn fawn’s.

He didn’t really hear much of the substance of what Helaena said– there was no way around it: Rosemary was dead. She was… dead? Dead.

“Her… body? Her belongings?” he muttered, his one eye glassed over in a wet film of tears. Gods, when was the last time he cried?

“Burned. They found her… charred near flea bottom. She’s gone to the field– away from the rats and stags…”

“Flea bottom? W– what was she doing there?” Rats and stags?

Helaena shook her head.

“I want her things– all of them. Have them brought to my chambers.” he grunted, unlatching himself from Helaena’s hold and beginning to pace. He looked over, seeing her discarded nightgown and swiftly picked it up.

The servants gave odd looks once all of Rosemary’s things were cleared out of her chambers and brought to Aemond. They looked at him knowingly– but he couldn’t care. The opinions of sheep meant nothing to a dragon.

His chest clenched as he thumbed over a blue blanket, Rosemary’s ever familiar scent entangled into the fibers of the quilt. Aemond didn’t know much about Rosemary’s mother and only scarce details she shared about the Vale, but something about the blanket resonated within him. Sitting near the dying light of the sun as it receded over the horizon, he traced the stitches outlining the depictions of little lambs and nightingales, flitting near the moon and stars, braided into an image that felt so very much like her.

He expected her to slip through the passageway any moment now, murmuring apologies about her lateness and throwing herself into his open arms, peppering kisses along his skin–

She couldn’t just be dead, could she? They were plaited within one another’s being, he hadn’t asked her for a dance at a ball, nor taught her how to properly wield a blade– he didn’t even have the chance to introduce her to Vhagar, to take her flying. Aemond imagined her face, lips parted in awe as they would skim the stars above the clouds.

He wanted to share all of it with her, share more parts of him that he thought were recused so dreadfully far into the depths of his chest– he wanted to know her better. He should’ve gotten to know her more, know every freckle and stretch mark on her body and be able to map them without eyes, able to discern what she was thinking just by the wrinkle of her nose.

He just needed more time– more time with her, to know her more. It was already such a beautiful thing to be so intimate with someone like they had been, but there was a block. A small barrier that kept them from being linked wholly and irrevocably.

Not the sort of walls Aemond had within himself, no– those were self-imposed, defense mechanisms against further toil to his psyche, erected ever since Driftmark. Rosemary had a barrier that wasn’t of her own volition, but rather circumstances that she was dragged into. He placed her quilt onto his bed for the time being, eye roving around the room in thought.

His eye landed on a vase near the corner of the room. It was filled with wilting, ugly, yellow flowers. They had been bright and sprightly just days before, shoved into his hands by his wife-to-be. Not his Rosemary, of course– Floris.

Floris.

Brow furrowed, he walked to the flowers, plucking one of the petals and snapping it between his fingers. It left an ugly, powdery yellow-brown residue.

The barrier revealed itself.

–

Floris was sitting in her solar, feeling elated. The wedding was coming up soon and everything seemed to be perfectly aligned– not more bumps, hitches or maid-shaped indiscretions.

She leaned back in her chair relaxing for a mere moment before the door flew open, causing her to jump. Her eye caught a flash of white before he was in front of her, kneeled down, clenched fists on either side of her chair.

Aemond, her betrothed. His hair was a mess, his one violet eye wild.

“Hello, my betrothed,” he hummed. Heat broiled off of him like a roaring fire, the veins in his neck popping, his vessels running through his calloused hands thrumming. “I’d love to have a chat with you.”

Floris backed up on her chair, her throat going dry. “A-Aemond– this is highly irregular,” she stammered, her tongue feeling heavy and thick in her mouth. “What… would you like to chat about?”

He shoved back off of the chair, sending it and Floris skidding backwards. “I’ve heard that my poor sister’s handmaiden, she was so beloved by Helaena, has passed,” he began to pace, his arms behind his back, fists clenching and unclenching with barely contained rage, “That is quite sad, isn’t it?”

“Y-yes, quite.” Floris whispered, her gaze going to her hands.

“Look at me.” he stopped his pacing, his one eye trained on Floris as she avoided his sight.

“... Aemond– you must… understand,” she continued, “... please.”

“Look. At. Me.” he was upon her again, standing this time, like a foreboding cloud. He just needed to look into her eyes and he would know– no need for a trial, no need for a jury or judge. Merely an executioner.

Her head raised, blue eyes meeting his one violet. They were rimmed with tears, her pupils looking like maddened slits. “I-I had to!”

It was all the confirmation he needed. His hand slammed forward, a dagger sinking into the velvet of the chair backing, just an inch from Floris’ head. “Tell me what you’ve done.”

“It… it wasn’t me– not… not all of it, truthfully,” she admitted, her voice marred with choked sobs.

“You’re pathetic,” he spat, “Tell me, who was the intelligence in your little scheme, since it obviously wasn’t you– you don’t have the gall.”

Floris’ throat bobbed as she cried, “T-That horrible man– L-Larys Strong. B-but, I didn’t… I didn’t kill Rosemary– I just… wished to scare her away. If she’s dead– it was his doing!”

Aemond stared at her for a long moment, unblinking. “You will leave, Floris. You will leave the keep and go back to your father, tail tucked between your legs. Remember this, I am merciful in this only, consider yourself more lucky than Larys,” he backed up, dislodging the blade from the chair, lifting up Floris’ sobbing face by the chin with the point of it, “You will leave and speak nothing of this– if I ever even hear a whiff of her name coming from your mouth, I will kill you. I won’t grant you such a kindness of life again,” he nicked the soft skin of her chin, small drops of blood beading. He stowed his dagger and walked towards the door, “Consider this betrothal dissolved.”

–

The Keep was bustling with activity for the week after Floris’ sudden departure – rumors swirled of her getting cold feet, her integrity as an intact maiden coming into question, and that she was fraternizing with Larys Strong.

Larys, having caught wind of this, had some foresight that his nefarious doings had been uncovered. He returned to Harrenhal, effectively escaping Aemond’s retribution. Aemond was a bit agitated at the rat slipping through his fingers– but there was always time. Harrenhal was only a dragon’s ride away, he would get his soon enough.

It all felt like a blur to Aemond, the tumultuous months after Rosemary’s death. Rhaenyra’s arrival, the trial, the execution of Vaemond by Daemon, the dinner, the toast– his father’s death, his brother’s crowning. Helaena woke up screaming many nights, demanding that the tunnels be guarded more sufficiently and she didn’t go anywhere without an escort– it was obvious to Aemond that she’d seen something that frightened her deeply.

Aemond was to be an envoy for his brother’s cause– or moreso, his grandsire’s. Anyone with eyes could see that Aegon didn’t wish to be King, nor was fit for it. Flying to Storm’s End– he wished that his grandsire would’ve sent someone else instead. He had already disgraced himself to Borros Baratheon, and had no desire to see Floris again.

It was raining, as was typical of the Stormlands. Vhagar growled uneasily underneath Aemond. “Umbagon gīda, uēpa riña,” he murmured, reaching up to pat her scales. Keep calm, old girl. “Nyke ȳdra daor jaelagon naejot sagon kesīr, tolī.” I don’t want to be here, either.

He landed outside of the ramparts, quickly seeing why Vhagar had been agitated. A small, adolescent dragon was fidgeting anxiously in the courtyard leading up to the castle. He didn’t recognize it, but guessed it was likely one of Rhaenyra’s brood.

Stepping into the building, he saw him. Little Lucerys Strong– or Velaryon, if he was to be proper.

“Prince Aemond,” Borros, the damnable oaf he was, shouted, “I assume you have come to ask for my banners for your brother, have you? Seems that Prince Lucerys has beat you to the punch, I’m afraid.”

“Ah, did he now?” Aemond hummed, his arms behind his back as he glared at Lucerys– who was no older than sixteen, “May I remind you that it ‘twas my brother, Aegon, who was crowned before the masses in the Dragonpit? My brother, the King Aegon, who wears the conqueror’s crown, bears his name and wields our ancestral blade Blackfyre?”

Borros grunted. “That is all well and fine– but what is House Baratheon to do with Valyrian names and titles and swords? I can’t very well pick my teeth with Blackfyre, now can I? What do you have to offer to me? I suggest you speak quickly, as you’ve already disgraced my house once by sullying my daughter’s reputation.”

Anger seethed within Aemond, his fist clenching and unclenching. “We have my brother, Daeron, to offer as an option for betrothal to one of your daughters.”

Lucerys shifted uneasily next to Borros, his hands fiddling with a piece of parchment.

“Lucerys has already offered himself and his brother, Jacaerys, to marry two of my daughters. Your brother, Daeron, is no older than fourteen. One of my daughters could marry Jacaerys within a fortnight– even if Daeron was older, how am I supposed to know that your side of the family won’t spurn us once again?”

Fucking hell.

He felt shamed by the boar Borros– all the while, Lucerys couldn’t help but to stifle a chuckle. Just as he did at that damnable dinner. He felt his blood boiling and he had to stifle the urge to mount Vhagar and burn this castle to the ground.

The next hour was a blur. He remembers mounting Vhagar after Lucerys mounted his little whelpling– he remembers… the storm, the droplets feeling like shards of ice against his skin. His heart was beating in his ears, his taunts in High Valyrian to the boy prince sounding like echoes from someone else’s mouth. He felt like a puppet to his own savagery, the entire chase pulling from something animalistic and cruel within him, like the song of a swinging blade.

It was a sickening sound, truly. The sound of Vhagar’s jaw snapping that poor hatchling to pieces, little Lord Strong scattered over the bay. It was a sound Aemond wouldn’t forget.

He had to imagine that Rosemary was ashamed of him, wherever she was in the afterlife, if there at all.

–

Aemond had become a shell of himself, two years of the war passing by like granules of sand filling an hourglass. The humanity of him recused back behind those walls once more, his body working through the autonomy of the primal fire that coursed through him.

He didn’t feel alive.

He wasn’t, really.

Quite a few assassination attempts on the Red Keep were thwarted from Helaena’s plea for increased security. Guilt swirled in Aemond’s gut– it was repercussion. Punishment for what he’d done, what Vhagar had done.

He went into a self-imposed exile to Harrenhal, citing it as a military strategy to hold the fortress– but in reality, he felt he was a dead man walking. He may as well add the ghosts and curses of the ancient stronghold to his list of crimes.

The only moment of clarity he’d had was when he executed Larys. Aemond dragged the crippled man from his hiding hole in Harrenhal, and let Vhagar’s flame bathe him. It wasn’t a sizable meal for Vhagar, but satisfying nonetheless, for a moment– before he felt nothing once more.

The witch– Alys. She flitted around Aemond, whispering in his ear like a buzzing fly. He did lay with her, but would never spend inside of her. It felt like he was just going through the motions, trying to stoke a fire within himself that was long snuffed out. She didn’t feel anything like Rosemary– she was bony in all of the places where his Rosemary had been soft. After they would couple, he would send her away before she even had a chance to wipe herself off.

At night, he dreamed of her. Rosemary. Her warm hands cupping his face, murmuring sweetness to him, like a siren’s song, like the call of the void.

Then Daemon came upon his ugly bloodwyrm.

A duel, then.

“We’ve both lived too long, uncle.” he shouted, mounting Vhagar.

“On that, we agree. You’ve lived too long since you killed Lucerys in cold blood.”

“Mayhaps I will arrange a meeting for you two, then, uncle?”

It was a battle of gnashing teeth and flames, the glint of Dark Sister seen–

His death, he was staring it in the face. His death had a face, too– Rosemary. She whispered in his ear every night that they would soon be together. This must’ve been it, her ghost telling him of their reunion soon to come.

He opened his arms, welcoming his uncle’s thrust of his blade–

Darkness.

It was cold, cold… waves washing over him like he was bobbing across the surface of the lake.

Rosemary– where was she? Was he dead? Please, let him be dead. Let the nightmare be over.

The washing of waves came over him more, the tide ebbing and flowing over his body, pushing him. His head throbbed and he couldn’t move his arm– his extremities were cold, but his head… felt lighter.

Opening his one eye, it was clouded in red. Red. Oh, good. He’s gone to the Hells.

“Ser?” a voice called, sounding so far away. “Oi, Mare, come help me. He’s bleedin’ out.”

“Gods, he ain’t look too good, Jon. Think he’s gonna kick the bucket before we even get ‘em off the stones.”

“Leave… me…” Aemond somehow croaked out, his voice sounding like he had gargled rocks. “I’m meant… to be… dead…”

“Seems fate got more in store for you, lad,” one of the men said, “I’d be damned by the Seven themself if I leave you here to die on the shore. I ain’t going to Hell without trying, eh?”

Aemond felt two pairs of arms lift him up, their murmurs coming in and out of focus.

“We’re gonna get ya to the town tailor, lad. Ain’t no maester from the citadel, but she can right a stitch better than any– and ya needin’ a stitch or two. Miss Marigold will fix you right up.” the other said, still not totally convinced.

The jingling of a bell was heard– all Aemond could see still was red. “Marigold! We’ve got a live one for you– he’s hurtin’ real bad.”

The scent of lavender wafted over him like a balm as the seamstress stood over him. She made a choked sound, a sob– and a finger wiped the blood from out of his eye. His vision came into focus and the ever familiar visage of his love– she was there. She was real. She was… alive? Alive.

“Rosemary?”

“Aemond?”

A small, quiet voice was heard. “Mama, who’s there?”

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dellalyra · 1 year ago

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𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗥𝗼𝗮𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗛𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 - ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ ꜰᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴꜱ

pixie says: i am healing and yes - i have written family formations. this is my fix it fic - canon be damned. family formations is happiness only. this fic is what i would like to see as the ending of the final battle of jjk. cw: angsty at the start, but also sweet, bittersweet stuff, canon typical gore, creative liberties and lots of spoilers if you’re not okay w that go away and mdni bc I said so.

“I won’t ask you not to go.”

“Good. I wouldn’t listen to you anyway.”

“Yaknow, when we were 16 I thought your stubbornness would ease off with age.”

“You’re the one who married me.”

“Best choice I ever made.”

You can’t help but smile at the man laying on the bed beside where you stood. Black and blue bruises fading to green on his usually unmarred skin evidence of the toll the fight took on his body - which he barely escaped with his life. The deep laceration on his stomach only stemmed by the work of your best friend who had cried into your arms several days prior saying she had been terrified she couldn’t save him for you, for the kids.

Yet, she did.

She saved him, and your son.

Your son who spent most of his time asleep, body recovering from weeks of torture and mind melding itself back together with love and care.

Your husband’s cursed energy was burnt out. The usual bottomless pit was drained to bring him back to you and extract your son from his own body. He was injured, his eyes were okay, all six of them and he’s alive and he’s safe and he’s okay.

Then the announcement came.

You all knew it would come.

The final challenge.

Kenjaku’s challenge.

There was no dissuading Yuuji, not ever but especially now he knows the truth of his parentage. Choso too, pain and suffering bottled for 150 years is a powerful motivator. Yuuta - he was going to protect everyone, no matter who he had to face. Inumaki? Was not leaving Yuuta to face this without him. Maki’s rage fuelled a fire within her, the loss of so many people making her ready to ‘bitch slap’ him, as she so delicately put.

To top it all off.

You.

Like hell were you letting these kids go alone. Were you scared? Infinitely. Only a fool would say they weren’t. You knew the risks, a widower, a baby without a mother, weddings you’d never see.

They were risks you had to take.

For Megumi. For Yuuji. Two boys who deserve a love filled future.

For Tsumiki. Your daughter snatched from your hands.

For Nanami. A brother in arms, a best friend, a mentor and a godfather.

For Akio - to grow up safe.

For your ‘Toru. He deserved to not fight anymore. He deserved peace - you both did. He deserved the life you spoke about at night in bed curled in his arms.

For Geto. For the man who was your brother in all but blood. For one half of a whole. For a future ripped apart by trauma and a body desecrated.

Satoru knew you’d go. He held you tight as his wounds would allow and protested his attendance but you and Shoko pointed out to him that his current condition would make him someone to be protected - not vice versa.

He grit his teeth and cursed.

He believed in you. Your strength and courage and immense abilities.

But that didn’t make him any less scared.

He wondered if this was how you felt.

Megumi has been sleeping for going on 24 hours now. You don’t wake him. Neither does Yuuji.

Satoru looks at you.

You sit on the bed beside him.

“Satoru. We both know this might now work in our favour. We both know I might not -” you start, breath shaky but determined.

“Absolutely not. Don’t you dare say it, Princess.” He says, grasping your cheek.

“Satoru. Listen to me. If I don’t come back, I want to go with the knowledge you’ve heard all of this. If I die, take Megumi - go find Akio, bring Shoko and the students. Leave Japan. No more fighting, I want you to live. I want you to see our sons first day of school, Megumi’s graduation, all of it. I want your world filled with love and happiness even if I lose I don’t want to be avenged. Fuck vengeance, just live. Live for our boys, make a shrine for ‘Miki, and Suguru, and Nanamin.” You say, tears flowing.

“Y/N, please - please don’t talk -” Satoru says, head buried in your neck.

“I have to. It’s important to me. You deserve to live, ‘toru. You deserve love, and happiness.”

“How can I have those if you’re not there?” He says.

“Because we have two beautiful boys who adore their daddy very much, and I’d never be gone completely. You - Gojo Satoru - have been the light of my life, the blood in my veins and the air in my lungs since we were 16. I am so, so grateful to have had you in this life, and I know you love me the same.” You say, pressing a kiss to his forehead.

“I’ve loved you since the moment you got mad at me for picking a daisy a ladybug sat on. I can’t imagine an existence without you, and it runs so deep that I think my soul has merged with yours. You have always, always, been everything to me - and every day I’ve loved you more. My, sweet, brave girl.” He chokes.

All you can do is let out a watery laugh as you kiss him, soft and gentle.

“You made me promise to come home. I need you to do the same, princess.” He says, and you stick out a pinky finger which he takes in his own.

“Pinky promise.” You say, because you’re going to do everything to come home to your boys.

You stand, and yelp as a large hand smacks the globe of your asscheek.

“Go kick some cursed booty, Princess.” He says, smiling.

“Aye, aye, captain.” You blow him as kiss and he catches it, pretending to eat it.

The door softly closes behind you.

Seeing Kenjaku again was jarring. Satoru was right, your eyes saw Geto - but your soul knew otherwise. An oppressive power circled him as he teased and taunted before Choso lunged and the battle begun.

Curses swarmed like locusts all around, and you all moved in perfect formation - you fought back a comment that the mornings they grumbled at training were worthwhile after all.

Inumaki brought up the rear, a layer of protection casting an eye over the battlefield.

Maki - wasn’t the Maki you saw the last time you witness her in action. She’s lethal, a hurricane of destruction and terrifying rage as she brutally slaughters all in her path, and you swell with pride.

Yuuji and Yuuta - seamless in tandem with each other as strong fists flung them toward Yuuta’s swinging blade as they cleared a path to the centre.

Choso was engaged directly with Kenjaku - screams of rage and fury built of years of trauma swirled through the air along with shards of pure crimson as father and son clashed.

You were everyone’s back up, flashes of green pulsing around as soon as anyone became too close for your comfort to any of the others, protection second nature in your subconscious as you ripped through enemies with dagger and claws, ripping limb from limb to exorcise the curses and the raw grief in your body.

Out of the corner of your eye, a lethal looking serpentine curse lunged toward Yuuji - currently wrestling another monstrosity and you knew he hadn’t noticed it - you wouldn’t get there in time. Just as you shouted his name as it was inches from his head a whizzing rushed past your ear and toward the curse, which you saw crumble in a heap beside a gaping Itadori.

You move to run to him, but you don’t get far before a voice sounds from behind you.

“Looks like I still need to do everything around here, eh, Itadori?”

That voice.

You both spin on your heels, and behind you, hammer in hand - stood Nobara Kugisaki.

You blinked.

Presumed dead, as Shoko had refused to speak of it - she had done it.

Shoko had healed her too, and black leather eyepatch covered one side of her face but she was smirking, a hand on her hip.

“No fucking way! ‘Bara!” Yuuji says, barrelling toward her - his honorary twin sister.

He scoops her up and she thrashes.

“Put me down you oaf! I nearly died, don’t kill me again!” She shouted.

“You’re really here, Nobara?” You say, tears flooding your eyes.

“As fabulous as ever, Y/N-sensei.” She winked and threw herself into your arms.

“Eh - as much as I love this vibe guys could I have some help please, Itadori?” Comes the voice of Yuuta, snapping you all out of it as Yuuji drops his best friend and runs away to him calling ‘sorry, senpai!’.

Nobara runs to your left - to provide back up for Maki as the frenzy resumes.

Hours pass, but before you can comprehend how many - all that’s left is a smirking Kenjaku surrounded by 7 warriors.

You stride forward, dropping your blades and stopping right in front of him.

“What are you doing?!” Shouts Maki.

The clatter of the daggers is sharp against the silence. Kenjaku’s blank face looks down at you.

“I know you’re in there Nii-chan. I know you can hear me. I’m sorry we couldn’t save you, but we love you. All of us. ‘Toru and I had a baby, you’d love him. I’m also sorry for what I’m about to do.” You say.

In the blink of an eye, you whirl back your fist and drive it straight into his nose. The curse reels as he stumbles - unexpected force from your smaller body fueled by rage.

The momentary distraction works as you begin to pull out your trump card - hoping to weaken him before he can use his.

You hear Inumaki shout ‘shield your eyes’ to all the kids as your body begins to emit a strong, golden light - searing everything in its path as a screech echoes from Kenjaku - the tarmac beneath you bubbling from the energy emitted as you shout: “Cursed Technique - forbidden technique - sunbeam.”

As the screeching ends, and the light fades it’s visible effect is clear as patches of skin have melted from the body leaving bone exposed and the top of the head protecting the brain of Kenjaku is exposed - with you panting on your knees as Kenjaku attempts to regain himself. The fury on his face alerts Yuuji who grabs Choso who immediately understands, running toward you to scoop you up and away. Yuuji barrels toward and everyone begins to scream as you see Kenjaku’s hand making the sign required.

Uzumaki.

You all brace for impact but the shockwave and death of Yuuji never came. When your eyes all open, a black dome is covering the area both men were. It’s solid surface impenetrable - no matter who you were. Just as you think to summon your domain to override you look - that’s not a domain with traces of Kenjaku.

Those traces…

Yuuji Itadori.

“Stop! Stop! No domains!” You shout to the kids.

“What?!” Maki responds.

“It’s not Kenjaku’s. This domain - its Yuuji’s. This is Yuuji’s domain! He did it!” You say, beaming - pride and astonishment mixed with exhaustion.

“She’s right. This is my brothers energy.” Choso agrees.

“Holy shit, it is.” Nobara chimes in.

“We can only wait.” Yuuta says, anxiously leaning on his sword.

This battle was between the two in the domain now, having no idea what Yuuji’s domain would be left you all blind.

You were gently sat on the ground, a characteristic you learned was intrinsic to Choso by now - someone who you have grown to count as a very special friend over the last few months.

You wait.

And wait.

Nobara curled up beside you, as Maki filled her in on all she’d missed. You didn’t miss the whimper when she was told of Megumi’s imprisonment.

And after 20 minutes, Inumaki’s soft voice jolts you all.

“Look.”

The domain was fading, melting from above.

It lowered like melting ice and the dust within cleared until a backlit figure stood beside a crumpled lump on the ground. The figure was heaving air into their lungs.

The body walked forward.

“YUUJI!” Came 7 voices.

The lump. Kenjaku. Corpse mangled and bloody and a grizzly mass of brain matter was coating the ground as slowly disintegrating into dust.

He did it.

He killed Kenjaku.

“Little brother, you did it! Are you hurt?” Choso grasped his exhausted younger brother and Yuuji shook his head and you saw a weak smile on his bloodied face.

“Y/N?” Itadori rasps.

“Yes, sweet boy?” You smile, hand on his cheek and tears on your face.

“Can we go home now?” He says.

You huff out laughing.

“Let’s go home, sweetheart.”

Yuuta on one side and Choso on the other, helping the exhausted boy - they all began to walk away.

“Are you coming?” Nobara asks, as you crouch down beside the corpse.

You whip out your phone, clicking a contact and pressing the share location button.

“You guys go ahead. I’ll be there soon. Yuuta, help patch up Yuuji.”

They all exchange looks but go ahead anyway.

You sit down. Looking at the body, and fix the top part of the head so it sits where it should.

Before long, you hear footsteps behind you and someone sits beside you.

“He’d go crazy if he saw his hair that messy.” Shoko huffed.

“He’d probably blame Satoru.” You respond and she smirks, lighting a cigarette.

“You hurt?” She asks.

“No. Just… tired.” You say, leaning your head on the shoulder of your best friend.

“Me too.” She leans to close his eyes.

“He would have been so proud of all of us, Koko. He always said you’d look hot in a lab coat.”

“He would have had Akio hanging from him 24/7 too, kids always loved him for some reason.” She mentions and you both laugh. Her head rests on yours.

There’s silence for a few minutes.

“He looks peaceful, doesn’t he? Like how he used to look when he’d sleep on my lap under the tree.” Shoko says, voice thick.

“We can pretend for a moment that he is just asleep.” You say.

“I’m glad Satoru isn’t here.” You confess and she nods.

“Koko?” You whisper.

“Yeah?” She says, squishing her cigarette out.

“We can take him home now. Do it right.” You say, tears forming again.

“Somewhere close, so I can sit and have a smoke with him sometimes.” She agrees.

You stand, holding your hand out - the remnants of your cursed energy forming a floating box of vines around the body, neither of you could carry him so you’d create a way to transport him home.

You turn your hand to her, the vines levitating behind you.

She grabs your hand.

“Let’s go see your husband.” She says, wiping her face as you walk hand in hand back to base.

Walking toward healing, and a safe future.

#jjk #jjk x reader #gojo satoru #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x reader #gojo fluff #family formations extras #jjk spoilers #family formations #gojo angst

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vodika-vibes · 1 year ago

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Hello! Happy follower celebration! I love reading your fics and I’m really excited about this event. Could I ask for Captain Rex x f!reader with blue daisy and white tulip? (Yeah, I couldn’t help putting Rex with the white and blue flowers) Angst with a happy ending if possible. Maybe something where after order 66, it took Rex took a long time to contact or see her again.

The Promise

Summary: After the Jedi purge, Rex travels the galaxy, looking to free his brothers from slavery, all the while, his heart remains on Coruscant, with you.

Pairing: Captain Rex x F!Reader

Word Count: 1452

Prompts: Blue Daisy - long term loyalty, White Tulip - Forgiveness

Warnings: Angsty, the reader is deeply depressed in the second half

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni

How long has it been since he’s seen her face? Since he’s heard her voice? Felt her touch?

Too long, Rex knows. Since well before the Order went out.

He closes his eyes and allows his head to thump back against the tree he’s resting against.

Stars, how long has it been since he’s even been to Coruscant. Weeks? Months?

The last time he was on Coruscant he went to her apartment. He stood in front of her door for about fifteen minutes, wanting, more than anything, to key in the door code and sweep her into his arms and kiss her until all of the bad of the galaxy was little more than a nightmare.

But he left.

He’s a damned coward.

That time, he stayed on Coruscant long enough to make sure that she was alright. That she was safe, and then he left and never looked back.

Only that’s not true, is it?

Because he thinks of her every night before he falls asleep, and she’s the first thing he thinks of when he wakes up in the morning, and there, hanging around his neck, is the small ring she bought him.

“Here! For you!” She grins at him as she presses the small box into his hands.

“I didn’t bring you anything,” Memory-Rex says even as he starts unwrapping the box.

“Silly! You’re here, aren’t you?” Her laugh is nearly contagious, and Rex is unable to stifle his amused grin at her joy. He opens the box and stares, startled, at the simple silver and blue ring sitting on a neat blue cloth, “A ring? And a cloth?”

“It’s a ribbon, the one I was wearing in my hair the first day we met,” She replies with a roll of her eyes, “And, well, this type of ring has a special significance in my culture.”

“Cyare, I don’t have enough hair to wear a hair ribbon,” Rex teases as he carefully drags the silken material through his fingers, “But I’d love to hear about the ring.”

She lifts her chin, and it might be a trick of the light, but he swears that she’s blushing, “It's a promise ring,” She says.

“And what are you promising me?” Rex asks, his voice dropping slightly.

And she smiles at him, warm and loving, “When the war is over, and if you’re still interested, I promise to marry you.”

Rex pulls himself out of his memories with a jolt. He can’t afford to lose his focus. Not here, not now.

Not when he’s so close to finding and freeing Cody.

He rubs his thumb over the warm ring, his fingers finding and tracing the blue swirls on the ring with the ease of long familiarity.

He hopes that she’s safe. That no one is bothering her on Coruscant. That she’s still going out with her friends on the weekends.

He hopes she still loves him.

Though he wouldn’t blame her if she didn’t.

It doesn’t matter either way, because Rex still loves her, and always will. And as soon as he finds Cody, he’s going to go back to Coruscant and beg her for her forgiveness.

He closes his hand around the ring before he brings it to his lips, pressing a feather light kiss to the material, hoping that somehow, his feelings will reach her, even though she’s so far away, and then he puts the ring away, and he slides back into a battle ready state.

He’s so close. So very close.

Just one more brother. And then he can hand everything over to Cody.

“Are you alright?”

You jump as you look up at your supervisor, “I…sorry?”

“You just…you look like you’ve not been sleeping.” The older woman says gently, “And you’ve lost some weight.”

“Well, I probably needed to lose some weight,” You joke weakly, “And, yeah, I think I’m just coming down with something.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah. I just…I haven’t been sleeping well lately-”

“How about you take the rest of the day off? And maybe the rest of the week.” She says, “I’m worried about you.”

You sigh, “Yeah, alright.”

“Do you need a lift home? I can take some time to make sure you get home alright.”

“There’s no need. I took a taxi this morning.” You reassure, “Thank you, though.” You wait until she’s wandered off to go and check on someone else, before you slowly push to your feet and gather your stuff.

You must look really bad if you’re being sent home for the rest of the week.

You wish you could feel some way about it. But, honestly, you’ve felt mostly numb since the day the Purge happened. You don’t even have the energy to eat most days, and on days when you’re not working, you mostly just lay in bed and sleep.

Your friends are worried. So are your parents.

Hell, you’re worried. At least, you’re about as worried as you can bring yourself to feel.

Your mom’s been coming by and meal prepping for you, so that you can just throw food in the microwave, so maybe you start eating again. But you just have no desire to eat.

How can you want to exist when Rex is dead?

Slowly you drag yourself to the taxi stand, and order a speeder to take you home. And then you trudge up the three flights of stairs, and numbly key in the door code to your apartment.

The door slides open, and you step into your home, absently slapping the light switch to turn the hallway lights on and you drop your bag on the bench. And then you stare at the new items sitting neatly on the floor and on the shelf you bought well over a year ago.

A shelf unit you bought for Rex’s armor, and haven’t bothered to get rid of.

The shelf is full of armor. Blue and white armor, with little hash marks that you once asked about.

But that’s…impossible.

Rex died.

You hear heavy footsteps come to a stop at the end of the hallway, and you turn. Rex is standing at the end of the hallway. His hair is a little longer, and he has a few more scars than he did the last time you saw him, but it’s him.

It couldn’t be anyone else.

“Cyare,” His voice is like a jolt of electricity to your system, it’s been so, very, long. “I…owe you an apology.” Rex says as he takes a half step towards you, “Well…more than one, really.”

He has your ribbon wrapped around his wrist, and the ring you gave him hangs from a chain with his dog tags.

He’s saying something, but you can’t hear him. There’s a strange ringing in your ears, and the next thing you know, you’re on the ground and Rex’s arms are around you.

“Cyare-?”

“Y-you died-” You sob out, when did you start crying?

Rex’s face twists in guilt, and gently cups your face as he caresses your cheeks, “No. No, cyare. I didn’t. I should have contacted you, but I didn’t know if it was safe-” Carefully he helps you to your feet, and then he falters, “Cyare, you lost weight.”

You try to choke down a sob, “Haven’t felt like eating,”

“Oh, my cyare-” He whispers, and his lips are warm against your forehead, “I’m so, so sorry.”

You shake your head, “I’m sorry-”

“You’ve done nothing wrong,” He brings you into the living room and settles you on the couch, before he pulls away to look at you, and then he sighs softly and gently cups your cheek, “Will you eat if I make you something?”

You curl your hands around his wrists, “Don’t leave me. Please.” You whisper.

“Never again.” Rex swears, “I’m never leaving you again, cyare. I promise.”

You look up at him with tear filled eyes.

Rex crouches in front of you and he gently cups your face, “Can you ever forgive me for leaving you, cyare?”

You sniffle and nod once, “Was never angry,” You whisper, “Just sad. So sad.”

He raises up slightly and uses a gentle hand to tilt your head back so he can rain feather light kisses all over your face, “I love you.” Rex whispers between every kiss, “So much. I’m not leaving you again.”

“Never?”

“Never ever.” Rex promises, “So please,” he lightly caresses your cheek, “Smile for me, angel?”

You blink at him, and then, slowly, a small smile lifts your lips. “I love you.” You whisper up to him.

And Rex just smiles at you as he presses his forehead against yours. “Don’t worry, cyare. I’m going to take care of you. I promise.”

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prettymrswright · 1 year ago

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drake & drive

tank full of gas

fill up my cup

see, where could i function?

can i pull up?

i need a buddy

it don’t hit home

‘til i’m alone, now

you know wassup, drake’n & driving..

pairing: riri williams x black!fem reader

content: angst under-tones, smut-leaning (18+),slightly toxic!riri, substance use (weed & liqs people, no hard drugs), flashbacks, intoxicated confessions, emotional conversations, riri is a lover-girl indenial, reader can make ri jump through a cheerio with little to no effort.

background: riri tugs with her feelings after the dragged out will-they-won't-they troupe going on between you two. her trust issues won't allow her to fully commit, but now she's wondering if she'll be regretting that decision.

a/n: my first ri fic, this is my baby! speaking of, shout out to my baby @dejaonline for the collaborative efforts on the picture as well as her input on the plot. this was made with her in mind, fully inspired by her (she's a riri girl🤭) and this song that has crack ROCK in it. i hope you guys luvvv, and as usual, i gotta remind y'all;

taglist is pinned to my page! if you want to be tagged for someone specific OR if you wanna opt out of any tags, gone fill out that form for me. taglist: @dejaonline @inmyheadimobsessed @kisskourt @ventingfanfics @saintwrld @vampzxi @vixentheplanet @pinkwright @sapphicvqmpires @verachii @shuriszn @shurislover "aight, nigga, you gone be upset when i take your money again," ri laughed, taunting her bestfriend, key. "yeah, yeah just put up, mf." key takes out his cash and begins counting it. every year at the fair, the two of them would place a bet on who would win at balloon darts, a tradition stemming from a conversation on who has better 'aim'. they walk up to the post and place their tickets down. "yo my man, set us up real quick," ri called out to the older gentlemen behind the counter. he turned around, eyes meeting with the two, and laughed aloud dropping his head. "you two, again. y'all are something else," he says, still smiling, setting down two pairs of 6 darts for them each. "this is for my redemption, unc, this is personal," key says, picking up a dart and practicing his form. "i won't be losing again." "yea, we'll see about that." ri laughs. "you know the drill," key starts. "most balloons in 5 rounds wins. price goes up by 5, we at 20 bills this year." ri picks up a dart and tosses it straight through the middle, popping her first balloon. "yo!" key exclaims. "you on some cheating shit, we ain't even count down!" "you talking too much, nigga," ri shrugs him off, making the attendant laugh once again. the two of them went head to head, leading up to them being neck to neck in the final round. going back and forth through both hits and misses, key set off his final dart, popping a bright blue balloon right at the top, ultimately beating ri. "let's fucking go!" key yelled out, doing his lil victory dance. ri stood with a strong, angsty pout rested on her face, as the sore loser she was. "whatever, nigga," ri rolled her eyes and slapped the andrew jackson faced bill in key's hand. key takes his prize and extends it out to ri, mocking her pouting. "you can have this bear!" she smacks his hand away from in front of her, almost making him drop it, causing him to burst into laughter. .. the two of them walked around the park, snacks in hand, taking a break from their previous festivities. after hearing/feeling a ping, key takes his phone out his jean pocket and opens the text.

“come on,” key motions ri.

“where we going?” asks a puzzled riri.

“over by the ring toss,” he points. “i got a good friend of mine i want you to meet.”

“ughhh,” ri heavily groans. “your social, friendly ass. why we always gotta be around people, why can’t we just kick it, just us two?”

“i know, i know, my bad, ri,” key says throwing his hands up. “but i promised her i would link her once we were in the same area, and it so happens that was this. it won’t be for long.”

“man, whatever,” an aggravated riri puffs out. “just don’t expect me to be miss congeniality or no shit.”

“you a trip, ri,” key lets out a hearty laugh. “be nice, please.”

the two made their way over, meeting with two girls, one brownskin, sitting at about 5’5, one darkskin at 5’3.

“wassup, key!” you smiled warmly, embracing your old childhood friend.

“it’s been a long time,” key smiles back.

“yes it has,” the girl beside you intercepts. it was your best friend val. she went to school with the two of you as well, and has a had a crush on key since then.

“oh, shit, val!” key basically runs over to hug her. “damn, girl, where you been!”

she giggles at his excitement. “i’ve been around! back and forth from study-abroad in italy.”

“okay, i see you, you on your shit! that’s wassup,” he daps her up.

“thank you.” she smiles, the two of them allowing their hands to linger in holding position.

feeling the tension building, you clear your throat, not being able to conceal the smile that was creeping up. the two finally pull apart and pretend to straighten themselves out. your eyes shift their attention from key and val and found themselves attached to a small girl with braids, standing to the left of key and directly across from you.

“oh, shit, my bad,” he apologizes and places his hand on the girl’s back. “this is my best friend, ri. ri this is val and y/n.”

she didn’t seem very interested. her eyes were glued to her phone in her hand, and her body language was very stand off-ish.

“hey, wassup.” she says without looking up. that was very rude of her. key didn’t roll with rude people. to give her the benefit of the doubt, you just summed it up to possible shyness.

key aggressively taps her back, forcing her to look up, a stern look on his face.

ri finally looked up and could feel her entire body freeze in place in the middle of the 95 degree weather. you were the most beautiful person the young engineer had ever laid her eyes on. your glowy, rich, melanated skin, your mocha brown eyes, the long, thick lash follicles that decorated them. your thick, curly hair that surrounded your skull in but a very small fro. it was as if you came straight out of a magazine, 90s edition. you being taller than her didn't help the fact that she felt as though she was looking up at a goddess. "hi," you gave a nervous laugh, in attempts to mask the awkwardness of the situation. your smile. so big and so warm. could light up an entire room. your lips, the perfect shape. they even had a brown tint around the circumference of them, naturally being lined. everything about you was mesmerizing to ri. if she stared any harder or any longer, she probably could count each follicle of hair rested on top of your head. "hi-i, um.. my bad, I'm--" ri frantically began looking for the words to appease the awkwardness, and stumbled on almost all of 'em. "ri. right? key just said it," you help her out, quietly giggling to yourself. not the strongest start. but she was cute. "right. and um--" she begins, and you already know she's getting ready to ask you to announce your name.. again. "Y/N. you aren't the best listener, are you?" you taunt her, a smile on your face. "oh-- nah, my bad, i just.. got a lot on my mind, today, that's all." ri lies, wiping the sweat forming on the back of her neck off with her palm. "right," you laughed, somewhat condescendingly. you turned your attention back to key. "y'all got plans for the rest of the night?" "yes," ri rushed out. "nah," key answered simultaneously, both of the friends' responses mending over each other. key shot ri a look before continuing his sentence. "we just freeballing, doing shit as we go."

ri was irritated. she wanted to spend time w her boy, and not only is their one on one time being interrupted, here was this pretty, saddity chick getting smart at the mouth. making her look somewhat of a fool. not knowing, the young prodigy could do that all on her own. she'd be lying however, if she said she wasn't intrigued. "have you guys gotten on the ferris yet? i gotta get some good selfies at the top. you know, influencer shit," val says, comedically. "nah we haven't, we could head over now before the line gets long," key suggests. "sounds good. don't worry, ri, after this, we'll be out your hair." you flashed her a quick smirk, letting her know you were aware of her irritation. and out of her hair, you weren't. you were in her hair. in her brain. in her life. in her room. in her bed. she couldn't escape you. but this time, she didn't even want to.

the follow months after your initial meeting, the two of you had quickly became inseparable. it started out with exchanges of memes, followed by texting all day, then tying up the phone, falling asleep on facetime. eventually those things led to dates, and sleepovers..and hookups. the two of you were enjoying yourselves, no doubt. it was as especially hard for ri, however. ri didn't do the relationship thing. she did it once, got her heartbroken, decided that wouldn't happen again. and it didn't. miss love 'em, and leave 'em she was. but you. you made her think. you made her learn and explore parts of herself she didn't even know existed. you made her feel important. powerful, even. naturally, she didn't know what to do with that influx of new feelings and information. so she did what any confused and slightly scared person would do; run. it was hot and cold with riana williams. one day, she made you feel loved and on top of the world. other days, she made you feel like you killed her cat. and you'd think the mixed signals would be enough for you to do way with it altogether. but when riri loved on you, it felt as if there wasn't anything you could not do. it was very clear and obvious that the two of you brought the absolutely best out of each other. you complimented each other so well, in every way. same interests, same ambitions. you even mimicked each other's mannerisms. when it was good, it was so good. but the more serious it got, the more at stake your feelings were.

she would constantly remind you. how much she would not, could not, be in a relationship. how much she didn't see the point. how much of a waste of it time it was. besides, she couldn't have no love shit fucking up her focus. what was understood, didn't need to be explained. and if she didn't remind you with her words, she sure as hell reminded you with her actions. until one day, you were pushed past your limits.

a half-asleep, sluggish riri, lugged her body to the door after hearing a 4th round of hard knocks ricocheting off of her door.

“who the fuck is bangin’ down my shit,” she cussed to herself.

“i’m comin’, damn!”

she swung the door open to be met with a drenched from rain, and very angry you.

“what the fuck, riri.” you semi-yell.

“woah. what happened to you?” she genuinely asked, moving over to let you inside.

“what happened to me?” you scoff, with shock at her audacity. “you were supposed to pick me up over an hour and a half ago, ri.”

“oh, shit.” ri’s face dropped at her realization. she was supposed to pick you up from school, as she promised. all public transportation was delayed, and it was entirely too pricey to uber. “my bad.”

this is the 3rd time she forgot.

“your bad? it’s horrible outside ri. you weren’t even a little concerned about my whereabouts?”

“I said my bad, y/n, damn, what you want, a love letter?” ri spat at you.

“I can’t believe you.” you laughed to yourself, almost fully in disbelief of what was going on right at that moment.

“it’s common fucking courtesy, to come to your girl’s aid when in need, but your promise? which I didn’t ask for by the way, then made it a responsibility. and you failed to show or do either.”

“man, whatever. you got here all on your own just fine, ain’t it? what, your side nigga came and got you, hm?”

“you are un-fucking believable. naturally this is my fault. you know what I am sick and tired of your shit, you must think I’m some sort of d—“

you were interrupted by a voice following behind riri, accompanied by footsteps.

“ri, who’s at the door? come back to bed.”

immediately your entire body froze in place and your eyes began to well up on command, against your will. everything went still. the silence that filled the room could be sliced with a razor. your eyes met with the girl standing behind riri, her tall, slim, athletic build wrapped around in a silk robe. then shifted to a guilty riri, staring at the floor in shame. "fuck." she let out a guilty whisper. so this is what she had been doing. why you had been left out in the cold rain, damn near across town. fucking other girls, occupying her time with things that were clearly more important than you. "i-is, this your gi-" "nah, she not." ri says rather quickly, not even letting whoever this girl was finish her question. your bloodshot-red eyes darted to the young engineer with a piercing glance. she gave you back a shrugged off look, seemingly in attempt to double down on her answer, just this time with way less confidence. once processed what she'd done, guilt sprung onto her again. you turned around to head bolt out the door. "y/n--" ri attempted to stop you, to say god knows what. the pain you felt was venomous. you just needed to get out of there. "fuck you, riana." your harsh and emphasized words slicing through her one syllable at a time. you left and never turned back. as hurt as you were, you refused to put yourself back through the emotional turmoil again. you were aware the two of you weren't in a relationship, and be that as it may, if that were the case, boundaries should have been set on what you two should and should have not been doing. and being that they weren't, you and your feelings got wrapped in all of ri's sweet words, and dramatic love professions and believed that maybe her mind would change. you'd been hurt before by her, but never like this. you'd never dream she'd go as far as this. ri's guilt and regret was eating her alive, bit by bit, piece by piece. she loved you. she knew it, you knew it. however, her self-sabotaging ways would not allow her to flourish in love, or damn near anywhere else. she called and called, and texted and texted till her phone glitched out. she sent letters to your house. once you blocked her, she texted and called from other numbers. she even popped up at your house on a couple occasions to no success. she looked crazy, hell, she FELT crazy. after awhile, she decided it'd be best to leave you alone, give you your space.

i mean, maybe this just proved it. how unworthy she was of love, of you. so she did what she knew best. she slept around, girls in and out her house. she sold promises and dreams. she did any and everything to distract herself from the fact that she is downright, indubitably, outrageously, in love with you. and no matter how or how much she tried to fill that y/n shaped void, it would never suffice. months would go by, and all her shenanigans would come to a cease. no matter what she did, or where she would go, she would think of you. everything reminded her of you. every song, every show. as much as she had fucked this one over, she so badly wished to just see you once more. at least to apologize properly. ri wasn't the type to vent or be vulnerable, but if it was anybody she would do for, it was you, and key. key wouldn't hear the end of it. but he would never fail to let her know how bad she messed that one up. key was supportive always, but he would always hold you accountable for your shit. you'd been away on a study-abroad trip in germany, growing, flourishing, in more ways than one. you weren't really tripping about love. you'd been seeing people here and there, but it really wasn't your focus. this past weekend would be your last weekend, and you'd be heading back home to your city. ri and key were chilling in her living room the day of your return, having a regular weekend kickback, talking shit, shooting dice, you know, regular best friend shit. "how many times i'mma tell you, you can't beat me in no strategic shit, no day," key says laughing, picking the money they had both put up from off the ground. "man, whatever, you just got lucky," she playfully nudges key's shoulder. ri takes out her phone, and opens her instagram, going through some stories, when she gets to val's story. when she clicks the pink/orange ombré circle, she sees a boomerang of you, throwing your hands up, jumping next to your suitcase, right in front of the airport, with the caption, 'my best friend's back in town!!! mimosas on me :)'. it had been posted 4 hours ago, so you had been back for a little time. she wondered if she should mention it. just in the case that key knew anything. "so um.." she started. " i hear y/n's back in town from her trip.." "aw man, don't start that shit, leave that girl alone" key says shaking his head. ri immediately sucks her teeth, in annoyance, as if she wasn't trying to pry. "nigga, what you mean, I can't make a statement? I just said I hear she was back, not I was gone go hunt her down, damn." defensive she was. cuz it didn't all the way sound like a bad idea. "yeah..aight," key semi-chuckled at the defensive girl. "yea i think she just got back this morning."

"from a school trip, or some shit, right? that's wassup." ri plainly expresses her pride for you.

she looks back down at the post being held captive by her thumb, just examining you. you were glowing. your skin was radiant, hair growing, shape filling out; you truly looked— happy.

riri didn’t wanna get in the way of that. she just.. wanted to be another reason that you were happy— for real this time.

“fuck it,” ri thought to herself, deciding that she would finally reach out. on some calm shit though, you know. if she got rejected, she got rejected, at least she tried.

looking at the time it was 9 almost 10 o’clock, and she decided that if she was gonna make any type of move, it would have to be right now and while she was by her lonesome.

“ahhh,” ri stood up, fake yawning into a fake stretch. “aight my nigga, i’mma head out. i’m super tired, I’mma make it a early night.”

“naaa, already? you whack! what happened, can’t hang no more?” key teased, initially not realizing why it was she really was eager to leave.

“it’s not even like that,” the small girl started. “i just got stuff to do, that’s all.” she got up and gathered her things before semi-rushing out the door.

“mhm. leave her alone, ri!” key says mid chuckle. he could always figure her out.

“bye!” ri slammed the door shut and rushed down the steps and over and into to her black 2022 kia sedan.

she takes a deep breath and huffs out an exhausted sigh, juggling the thoughts of you through her mind. she unlocks her phone and goes to your contact, examining the details with her warm cocoa brown eyes, the same name and picture there from when you were ‘hers’.

after going back and forth for 20 minutes she finally presses the ‘imessage button’ and goes to text you.

5, 10 minutes go by and she’s a nervous wreck. ‘fuck,” she thought to herself. “i should’ve listened to key, i should’ve just left her alone.’

she goes to delete her message and the thread until she saw your text bubble pop up.

you, 1 not having her blocked, and 2 responding in the first place was a green enough flag for her. she decided she needed to see you. she had to see you. all this courage being built up by her own delusion needed to be acted on immediately, without a second wasted, or else it would continue eating at her.

‘can i pull up on you?,” she sent. before you could even respond, she came anyway, and parked a few houses down.

as she awaited your response, she reached in the back seat, bringing in front the black plastic bag with a bottle of don julio, a carton of lemonade, and two ice cups she had previously bought that afternoon for her and key.

her nerves were certainly jumpy, so she decided she would sip a lil something, just to take the edge off. she poured the liquid courage and the citrusy chaser into her ice cup, and sipped directly from the rim, neverminding the straw that was placed in the bag.

remembering the j she rolled that afternoon also, she takes it out her pre-roll case rested in her cup holder and lights it ablaze. after blowing out the potent flame, she lifts it to her aquaphor’d lips, cl and welcomes the wavelength of smoke through her mouth/nose and into her bloodstream, french inhaling with shut lids.

no matter how badly she wanted to see you and talk to you, she wasn’t confident in having too sober of a conversation, in fear of her thoughts consuming her and her fucking this up once again.

she felt all her muscles and joints slowly relax into each other, the smoke parading through her system. involuntarily, it was beginning to arouse her as well, but those feelings would have to take a backseat on this one. she wasn’t on that, tonight. I mean shit, if you was, but her main focus was getting her lady back. at least the best friend portion of you.

after her 4th pull, her phone buzzes in her lap, and she almosts drops the blunt trying to get to it.

you lived about 10 to 12 minutes away from her, so that’s roughly how long she lingered down your block, trying not to look so desperate, but fuck it— she was.

desperate to hear your voice again, to smell your warm vanilla and musk scent, to hear your laugh, to hear you call her, ‘riana.’ in that stern, warning voice.

‘i’m out front.’ she sent her final text before she would see you for the first time in months.

ri began to get even more jittery, her hands and the back of her neck producing sweat quicker than normal, awaiting your arrival. she couldn’t tell if it was her nerves surrounding the situation, her being cross-faded, or both.

after what felt like forever, there you were. even more beautiful than remembered. she watched intently as your toned figured came walking down your brownstone, and forward to her car.

your now grown out, awkward length hair, tucked away into knotless braids fell down to the small of your back. a light grey short-sleeved cropped tee, lettered ‘brat’ in black letters, decorated your torso, black cotton shorts hugging your hips. your feet placed in white socks and dark grey yeezy slides.

you approached the vehicle, more at ease being that she had illegally dark tints on her windows, preventing you from seeing her see you.

you opened the door, and as soon as you entered, all the memories came floating back instantly. the lights on the roof, the smell of weed and baccarat rouge mixed together, her hand rested on her lap, thumb and ring finger through silver ring bands. her seat laid all the way back. her looking at you like— that.

“hello, riana,” you say plainly, in a joking way.

“hello, y/n,” she replied, smirking inbetween the sentence.”

it’s silent for a second, before you decide you didn’t want this to be awkward, no matter how you felt previously. you made the conscious decision to fill up the air.

“so,” you began. “i’ve been summoned. what’s going on?”

“well don’t say it like that,” she replied. “I just wanted to check in, make sure you was ‘aight.”

“oh please, riana williams, check in?” she laughed in disbelief. “checking in tonight of all nights? it’s been months.”

“i mean shit, iono what you got going on,” she began, slowly leaning into what she knows best. mess. “you probably been up under some nigga or some, why would i interfere in that?”

“okay,” and that was your cue. immediately you get irritated and reach for the door, preventing this from going any further down the sinkhole.

“okay, okay, wait, wait,” she tugged on your arm restricting you from moving.

“no, riana, it’s always the same shit with you. this is what you called me outside for?” you spat.

“no! no, i’m sorry, I— i’m just,” she breathed for a second, trying to get herself and her words together. “I’m working on it. I’m a work in progress.”

you scoffed and folded your arms, leaning back in your seat. “yeah, okay.”

“i’m serious, y/n/n,” she called your nickname given by her. one you haven’t heard in so long, yet the sound of it was so familiar and so sweet on your ears.

“I did, and said a lot of fucked up shit to you, when we were together, I can admit that,” her intoxication began to aid the word flow out of her brain and through her vocal cords.

“together? i was never your girl. remember? those were your words.” you shut down her insinuation.

“and that was another mistake I made, if not the biggest. i should’ve made you a priority and stayed consistent, I’m sorry, y/n/n. you deserved way more than I gave you,” her confessions began to roll out slowly but surely.

hearing her words and the sincerity in them made your eyes fill up with tears, playing tug of war with your need to stay tough and the need for release. to take that weight off your chest.

immediately she senses the tension around you and places her hand on your thigh and grips firmly.

“well, why’d you take so long!” the jig is up. the pain is all throughout your voice, tears beginning to flow out. “why’d you take so fucking long to realize that, riana?”

“y/n—“ she begins, fighting her own tears herself.

“i loved you. i love you, I’d give my last to you, you made me look like a fool and I STILL chose you. you’d make me feel like I was on top of the world and the next minute you’d rip the ground right from underneath me. and crashing down I came. still wanting you. still needing you.” you express, each word lifting a brick off of your chest.

“i don’t know, okay!” ri blurted out, choking on her words. “i’m fucked up, i’ve been fucked up for a long time. i could never keep or maintain a good thing in my life because i’d be waiting for it to end or for it to be thrown in my face. i’d want one thing in my mind and something totally different comes out my mouth. but it’s you, it’s always been you,” you stared through her bloodshot red eyes, finally receiving the truth and holding onto every word.

“you lit a fire under my ass, you forced me to look at myself. no one has ever done that to me—FOR me before. you make me crazy. you make me want to be a better person. you make me want to destroy ever person even SLIGHTLY responsible for causing you pain, including myself,” her face was glistening, wet tears reflecting off the brake lights of the car parked in front of her. she didn’t give a fuck how she looked anymore.

“i spent every night since we parted ways replaying all the things i’ve done to cause our separation over and over and over, drowning in my reality. I’d take it all back, good and bad, just to see you smile at me the first time you ever did. there was so much love in your eyes. and i watched it wither away, piece by piece. And i’m sorry, baby. I’m so sorry.”

you reached over and held her by the sides of her face, wiping her tears with your thumbs and gently kissing her lips. the sensation of your soft, warm lips made her cry even harder. the first time she felt that hug in months. nobody felt like you.

you hopped over into her seat and straddled her, not breaking the kiss. her hands roamed down your sides and over your ass as she pulled you closer to her. if she was dreaming, she’d be taking advantage of every moment.

you began to slightly move your hips along her leg, whining in her mouth, her mimicking your sounds in equal bliss and pain.

she wrapped her hand around the end of your braids and tugged slightly, exposing your neck and leaving soft, french kisses all along the middle.

“riana,” you breathed out.

“baby, please,” she pleaded. “let me fix it.”

you wanted to let her tear you apart. destroy your clothes and do away with them. you wanted to take out all your hate and love for her out on her body. you wanted to go right back to the every day you knew it as.

but you knew better. you learned better. y/n today is not the same y/n from months ago.

“i love you, riana.” you confessed aloud and hopped back into the passenger side.

“but I can’t let you back in. not this way. not right now.” you set your boundary, no matter how much it hurt. and decided it was time to go. you had overstayed your stay.

head down, eyes low, she just woefully nodded. she understood and she had to respect it. she made her bed, it was time to lay in it. but she would never give up.

“hey,” you bent down in her vision after stepping out the car. “we’ll see each other again. under better circumstances. bye, ri.”

you closed the door and headed back to your apartment, shedding more and more silent tears.

ri layed in the driver side seat in agony. counting down the days until that day. the last thing she wanted to say to you playing over and over in her head.

“i love you too, y/n. so fucking much.”

#Spotify #riri williams #riri x reader #dominique thorne #black sapphic #riri fic #prettymrswright hot ficpic #riri x you

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gilly-moon · 10 months ago

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first draft/WIP of a Nightlight thing where he loses his glow and is Very Unwell about it. This fic is shaping up to be long and ✨️angsty✨️ but here's a little preview of a more wholesome moment from chapter one:

“You must be the Nightlight.”

Twisting where he sat, Nightlight expected another member of the staff, come to ogle at him with the others. He straightened up when he found a finely-dressed lady standing at the door instead, her dark eyes reflecting the soft smile on her lips.

He nodded, rising to his feet. There was an instinctual voice in his head telling him to bow to the woman, but he hesitated. Certainly her dress was that of a noble, its dark blue velvet embroidered with gold at the cuffs and collar. But unlike the nobles he’d seen in the Capital City, she seemed otherwise unadorned, auburn hair falling in loose waves down her back.

“Was the journey here bearable?” the woman asked. She pressed a hand to her chest, a simple golden ring glinting on her finger. “I do apologize, we’re so far out of the way…”

Nightlight shook his head, resting the base of his staff on the ground to lean against it. The woman’s eyes followed the movement, but her expression remained pleasant.

“I hope you’ll forgive me for the delay, as well. It seems there was some…miscommunication about when we should expect your arrival.”

Of course. But why wouldn’t the Lunanoffs do everything in their power to be rid of him as soon as possible? He was nothing more than a reminder of their pain. A dead weight to be shipped off to anyone willing to bear him as a burden.

“Well, bygones, I say!”

His eyes lifted from where they’d fallen to his feet. The lady was still smiling, her cheeks rosy with warmth. She actually seemed…pleased that he was here.

“My name is Althea,” she said brightly. “If any of the staff insists I be called ‘Lady Pitchiner,’ they’re fooling with you. We’re all family here in this quiet little corner of the universe.

“And you…is it just Nightlight? Do you have any other name you like to go by?”

Nightlight shook his head emphatically, fingers wrapping tighter around his staff. A Nightlight was a Nightlight and nothing more. He’d already lost his shine. He wouldn’t lose his name, too.

“Very well,” Althea conceded. A touch of concern dimmed her features, but she seemed adept at smoothing it down. “Nightlight, then. Have you been given a tour of the house yet?”

#fun fact: althea is the name of the friend that introduced me to my favorite blackice fic (SAL)#we lost touch ages ago but I still think of her fondly so #consider this an homage to an old friend #rotg #my writing #rise of the guardians #nightlight #kozmotis pitchiner

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nuttyhatter · 8 months ago

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Is there a Percy Jackson fic where he doesn't care about the Olympians?

Basically everything is the same, at least at the beginning (and also because I read the books a long time ago and with the serie, the first one is the one I remember best), but instead of being angsty about his dad he just doesn't have a place in his mind for him.

Before, when he was a little kid, he wondered about his dad. Then, time passed and he was alone with his mom and things where good. He didn't really mind it being only the two of them, he kinda liked it.

Then, Gabe came in and he realised how much he missed the times when it was just him and his mom.

He saw other children with their fathers or heard the way they talked about them, and with some it was good, tough it was pretty much the same as it was for him with his mom. He could think, then, that having more of that would be good.

Then he heard others talking about their ever-working dads or their angry-dads and thought that, perhaps, he was better just with his mom, because now there was also Gabe, and what if angry-dads were like angry-Gabes?

So he tried to endure the torment that was Gabe's presence and enjoy what he could of his mom. They would go to the beach, cook blue cookies, fool around. Maybe watch a movie or read. Greek mythology, mainly.

These gods were crazy. And easily angered. And unfair. They didn't seem to care all that much about mortals either. Not even if they worshipped them or if they were related.

So, years later, Percy finds himself in camp-halfblood. He loses his mom, finds out his dad is a god and meets Chiron and Mr. D.

Mr. D is the first god he meets in person. Not very reasuring.

Then he goes around camp, being able to compare the different cabins. Hermes' is cramped. He meets Luke. He finds out about Thalia.

What other conclussion could he reach other than: "The Gods really don't care, huh?"

But then again, neither does he, when he thinks about it. Not really.

But the Olympians are dangerous when they get angry (and sometimes even when they aren't), so he resolves to play nice and do what he is told. He's always tried to keep himself out of troubles, he just hardly ever succeded. But now, knowing that there was a reason (mostly) for him always standing out in the worst way, he could try to stay under the radar.

And then he is claimed, accused of theft and sent on a quest.

Percy, Grover and Annabeth encounter the furies, and Percy thinks he doesn't want Hades as an enemy. He hopes he can get his mom back without things going sideways, but that seems more unlikely by the second. He doesn't really care that much about it.

And the bolt, right. Well... Annabeth can remember that.

Then there is Medusa. She was after him because of his father and after Annabeth because of her mother.

Percy wonders how many monsters are out for his blood because of his father.

There is another thought on the back of his mind, and he refuses to let it escape. But he can't help himself sometimes. The thought can benseen as twisted, but it could always be becuase, were he to fail, would he also be turned into a monster, cursed to forever to hunt those who were supposed to be his own kind.

They sever Medusa's head, but instead of sending it to Olympus, Percy covers her eyes and stuffs it in a bagpack, remembering the story of the first Perseus.

They find Equidna. The head comes in handy.

He meets Ares. The war-god doesn't remind him of Clarisse all that much. Kind of a jerk, but not as bad as Gabe's pocker buddies. Definitely better than the asshole himself (the bar is so low...)

Ares tries to make him angry the same way Aphrodite would lure in any other.

Gods, unlike what you'd think, can't truly create mortal's emotions. Not by themselves, at least. If they could, Eros wouldn't need his bow.

Gods, with nothing else to aid them, can enhance existing emotions. Ares would usually take people's anger or annoyance and multiply it.

But this dumb kid has none. No anger, no mild annoyance or even a little grudge that he could direct at himself. Not because of him being Ares, the war-god, not for being Clarisse's father or even an Olympian like Posseidon. There was nothing to work with. So he tried being a jerk, but it still didn't work.

Ares offered his side-quest and felt in the kid the desire to refuse. But it was put down before he could exploit it.

The quest was fulfilled and after giving the kids some useful stuff and planting the bolt on them, Ares recived a polite thanks from the kids and saw them go on that truck.

Percy, contrary to popular belief, knew perfectly well how to be polite and well manered. Actually, he was an expert. How many times do you think he had to swallow his tongue, his pride and thoughts just to save himself from detention, expulsion or a beating? No, this boy knew very well the rules of the game, especialy with adults. When an adult has power over you, you play nice. He knew that kind of people would never like him, and the feeling was mutual, but if he was polite enough, if he behaved, they would leave him alone, they would ignore him and he them. All would be ok.

Ares didn't get how a kid, a teenager at that, could simply have no anger. He knew half-bloods, he's felt their wrath. They all resent their parents, so what was different this time?

They get trough the Cassino and make it to the underworld. Caron is easily bribed and they get on the boat.

They all nearly fall to Tartarus. Then, they find the bolt.

Percy goes to Hades. He kneels and gives a polite greating. Hades tells him about capturing his mom, then asks for his helm. Percy doesn't have it, but says he knows where it is and asks for the opportunity to retrive it. After the young demigos swearsnon the Stix, Hades himself send them all out of the underworld. The bolt is never mentioned.

Percy is forced to leave his mother behind and then fight Ares for the helm and the bolt.

There are no jokes or taunts, just a fight. At the end, before Ares could curse him, Percy kneels and asks for forgiveness.

After winning, Percy could only thing about the consequences of what he'd done. He thought about Annabeth and Grover, who had come with him and would surely receive part of whatever the war-god sent his way, just for being there. And he thought about his mother, who Hades had taken away, who he couldn't save yet, because he had to prioritize the bolt to prevent a war. His mother, who had suffered a life with Gabe for Percy's sake, and who would surely be targeted, as the person Percy most loved, if the myths had anything of truth (which they apparently did).

Ares didn't really get it. Forgiveness for what? The kid hadn't cheated. As much as he didn't want to admit it, the fight had been fair. So he asked.

"For offending you."

Responded the kid, still not looking at the other in the eyes. Ares didn't really answer. That behavior wasn't normal. It was, admittedly, what he wanted. But it wasn't normal.

Ares left. The helm fell to the floor where he had stood.

Alecto, who had witnessed the fight, recived the helm to deliver. No threats, but a short look of understanding.

The trio then boarded a plain and went to New York. Annabeth and Grover went to camp. Percy, to the Empire State.

Tired and quite done with life, he sassed the guy at reception into letting him pass.

He walked his way into Olympus and reached the throne room where he found Zeus and Posseidon.

He knelt at the entrance, greeting both men at the same time, no difference. There were no complains about it.

Percy gives the bolt back and says what happened at the entrance of Tartarus. Then he tells them about Ares' involvement. His concerns are brushed aside and he doesn't push. He knows better. Besides, if things turned out bad, they would realize eventually and noone would be able to blame him for letting out something important.

Percy is dismissed. He kneels before turning to leave. He is called by Posseidon, so he turns once again. The god turned human size before Percy's eyes and walked until he was standing in front of the boy.

When Posseidon said he was sorry Percy was born, the boy felt offended, but not truly hurt. A part of him wanted to say: "Yeah, you fucked up." He obviously refrained. When Posseidon said that he was proud, when he talks about Sally being a queen amongst mortals, Percy refrained a disdainful scowl. He wasn't angry at the god, but he was exausted, and scared, and worried about his mother, and he didn't feel like listening to this stranger saying things that only friends and family should say. But Percy knew better than to anger strong people, so he smiled and nodded, unable to pretend and do more, but refusing to give anyone reason to punish him. When he was finally dismissed, he had to do his best to control his steps and not run to the elevator.

He goes home to his mother. Medusas' head is still on his pack. A very ugly statue is on the market by the end of the day.

Back at camp, is already nigth and Percy goes out to the forest with Luke.

When the blond tells him he is leaving, Percy says he understands. When Luke tells him to go with him, Percy refuses.

Luke asks him why, when the Olympians aren't worth it.

Then, where the blond expects refusal and denial, Luke recives a tired laugh. Percy is very aware of that, but he'd rather keep himself out of trouble. The gods are too powerful, and powerful people can be dangerous, especially if they consider you little more than pets.

Still, he wouldn't leave. Leaving would mean abandoning his mom, and he would never leave his only family for anything in the world.

When Luke reveals his crimes, Percy tries to reason with him.

"What do you think Chronos will do with us once he doesn't need us anymore?"

But Luke was already completely blinded by fake promises.

Percy is poisoned. He passes out and wakes up in the infirmary.

Summer ends and he goes back to his mom, a whole new word to fight for and against.

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Now, I like when Percy sasses the gods and is on good terms with them, but what about him being afraid and wary of them?

I want Percy to keep the Olympians at arm's length while they try to get closer. I want all the Olympians to deal with the rejection and emotional hurt they inflicted on each of their children, ok? Ok.

#percy jackson #Olympians #percy jackon and the olympians #sally jackson #au #percy Jackson is awesome #bamf percy #percy loves sally

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imyourbratzdoll · 2 years ago

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Hey sweetheart 🤭💗

I would love to request an angsty fic if you're okay with it 👉🏼👈🏼💗

I was thinking about 7x01 and the whole Negan opening thingy...maybe Negan picks reader in the line up and Rick throws himself between him and you so save you and Negan starts mocking Rick for the sacrifice he was willing to give (I hope it's logical????🥴) I love Rick so much I wouldn't say no to a happy end but I know you'll do something great either way 🤭💗

Love you so much sweetie 💗💗💗

hey baby, I hope you like what I did! I love you so much!

summary - rick makes the mistake of jumping in front of you as negan goes to swing, causing a third to die.

warning - death, swearing, angst.

18+ only please, the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips

“Moe” Everyone’s eyes fall onto the person at the end of Negan’s bat. There, you kneel, staring at the bat without emotion, not wanting to give the man satisfaction. “Well, well. Shit, sweetheart. I kinda feel bad. Such a waste of a pretty face.” Negan licks his lips as he pulls back, readying his bat for a wild swing.

“NO” A shout can be heard, and a body is thrown before you. Rick kneels in front of you, hands reaching behind him as he grips your hands into his as he stares at Negan and his bat. “You aren’t taking her like you took Glenn.” His blue eyes sharpen into a glare, his heart nearly beating out of his chest at the thought of losing you.

“Well, shit! Look at this bitch!” Negan chuckles, twirling around as he gestures to Rick before he stops and leans down, getting into Rick’s face. “You really going to be stupid and sacrifice yourself for some cunt?” He tilts his head, looking at you from behind Rick before his gaze returns to Rick. “I mean, I bet she’s super tight and good in bed. But really? Doing some stupid shit like this?” Negan stands, leaning back slightly as he lets out a laugh, raising his voice. “Hear that, fellas! This dumbass jumped in front of her because of her snatch!” His men laugh, and Rick’s jaw clenches, squeezing your hand.

“Don’t talk about her like that.” Rick glares at this moment, not caring about anything else because he wants to keep you safe. “You’re not going to kill her. She’s not part of your stupid game.”

Negan stops laughing, his mouth setting into a smirk as he stares down at Rick. “Look who’s grown some balls! Big balls, Rick over here, that’s who!” He steps back and begins to practice his swings with Lucille, staring down at Rick. “Do you really think you have the power to tell me what to do here, Rick? Where was the sacrifice when I was turning Glenn over there into a pancake?” Negan begins to pace, “Is it because Asian boy wasn’t giving you some loving? Didn’t have the tight cunt for you to bury into?” Everyone gasps and Maggie lets out choked sobs. Negan rolls his eyes and groans. “Oh, shut the fuck up!”

Negan strokes his chin as he continues to stare at Rick. “Fine, I’ll let this shit go. But one more fuck up, and I’ll shut that shit down.” Rick lets out a breath, feeling you squeeze his hands before he tenses again. “Now, let’s start over. Eeny.” He begins pointing his bat again. “Meeny.” Everyone’s hearts and stomachs are in their throats as they wonder who will die next. “Miny,” You gulp as you watch him slowly approach the last person. “Moe!”

Screams can be heard as he slams Lucille into Sasha’s head, and Negan chuckles as he continues to smash it repeatedly before looking at Rick. “See what ya did, Rick. Three dead! All because of you!”

thank you for reading!

feedback and reblogs are greatly appreciated.

#catt leyaask #imyourbratzdollasks #imyourbratzdollwork #rick grimes x y/n #rick grimes x reader #rick grimes #rick grimes x you #rick grimes angst #rick grimes fic #rick grimes fan fic #rick grimes fanfic #rick grimes fanfiction #rick grimes fluff #rick grimes imagines #rick grimes imagine #rick grimes one shot #rick grimes oneshot #rick grimes x female reader #andrew lincoln

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scorpsik · 1 year ago

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Last batch of fics.

Linked in this thread

DEAD END : Tribute ep fic dealing with Emily's loss of Louise.

SOMETHING MISSING : 3 Chapters; Em, JJ, Penelope. Emily rethinks her life as she remembers the children she helped.

PICTURES OF YOU : Em has always had a strained relationship with her mum.

SLIP AWAY : While 'recovering' from Doyle's attack, Emily finds that she is losing herself. And she welcomes it.

OBSESSED : Post Doyle. Derek tries to reconnect with Em

CAGED : Heavy angst. Ian holds Emily prisoner.

HALF THE WORLD AWAY : Filler for ep 200

FAILURE : ML alt. Sometimes everything just goes to shit.

WHO LET THE DOGS OUT : What if Em found Hankel's dogs?

PROTECTOR : The only things that keeps Emily sane is Declan.

VISITING HOURS : Dave visits Em in hospital - post ML

ECHOES : A case is too close to home for Emily - and even if she won't let herself see it, JJ does.

BRICK WALLS : Demonology epilogue.

5 TIMES EMILY THOUGHT SHE WOULD DIE ALONE + 1 TIME SHE DIDN'T : Lotsa angst

NOT ALIKE : The last person Emily wants to see after Colorado is her mom.

FATHER'S DAY : Dave isn't himself and Emily tries to find out why. CW; child loss.

WE SANG HIM A SONG : While helping Clyde on a case, Emily runs into a familiar face.

DON'T YOU KNOW IT'S GONNA BE ALRIGHT : When Emily finds out she's pregnant at 15, security chief Hotch tries to help

TRICKS OF THE TRADE : Aftermath of Em's abduction at Scratch's hands. PTSD. Rossi + Alvez.

THE GAME : Emily travels to interview a killer on death row.

I KNOW YOU TOO WELL : Aaron knows more about Emily than she thinks. Post ML.

MAKING A DIFFERENCE : Em begins her tenure as SC

IMAGE : Em's high school photo rears it's ugly head. cw; mention of drugs.

TRIAL BY ORDEAL : CM17 Em and Dave - focus on Em's trauma

POWER : After recovering from being shot, Penelope asks Em for help

MARCH 7TH : When the date rolls around the first time, Em can't cope. (depression, angst, grief) Hotch.

SENSE : When Em finds out Penelope bedded Tyler, she loses it. Em; Derek; Penelope.

37 MINUTES TOO LATE : AU from ep 7 Seconds. TW ref child abuse/child death. Em cannot process her anger when things go wrong.

KNOTS : Dave offers Em comfort after Colorado.

SPECTRE : After Bailey's death, Emily has nightmares

I'M MORTAL : JJ confronts Emily after her heroics in saving Will

HURTS : Derek feels guilty about the events in ML

FANGURL : Humour short: Derek and Em acting like kids.

ANISEED : An old Interpol case comes back to bite Emily. 5 chapters. cw: sexual violence ch3 and canon violence. Whole BAU team. Season 4/5

BREAK AWAY : Feeling unloved at home, 9 yr old Emily runs away

STILL I CLING : An alternative version of S7 'I had a bad day' scene.

GROUNDED : Two moments where Spencer is Emily's world

EYE FOR AN EYE : Doyle arc AU. Ian's revenge involves hurting her friends. . Whole BAU team involved. tw: kidnap

WRINGER : S7E03 Emily is back and trying her best to fit in again - but Derek has a little something to ruin her day.

MELODY : Dave discovers another of Emily's secrets. Cute fic.

SETTLED DUST : s13e07; Em tries to get through to Desi - but some things can't be changed.

PUTTING BACK THE PIECES : Em and Spencer talk following Maeve's death. cw; grief.

MATERIAL GIRL : Doyle arc. Em is alone and bleeding in the basement.

BABIES AND BRUISES : JJ and Em talk after the events in Minimal Loss

POUNDING : Em has the headache from Hell and needs some TLC

A LONG TIME TO HEAL : When Jack calls Emily out of the blue, she never could have dreamed how badly he and Aaron would need her help.

NEVER ENOUGH : 12yo Em tries to get er mother's love.

Forget-Me-Not : Teen Em's parents have forgotten her birthday. Hotch hasn't. Angst and fluffiness.

Layers Of A Lie ; 3 chapters. Em's death, rebuilding and recreation. Angsty, injuries. JJ, Doyle.

#emily prentiss #emily whump #criminal minds #fan fiction

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azure-shores-crimson-sands · 3 months ago

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Hi! I'm Blue or Merida or Crimson or whatever you'd like to call me :) I write mostly for myself but I've decided to start sharing fics because i am in college hell and am truly losing it. I am here to fill the F/F and polyam void on ao3. trust.

Feel free to also drop a message, ask, or request! I'll respond to everything :)

AO3

Masterlist + Upcoming

{single asterisk* = explicit, double asterisk** = sex-centered}

~ACOTAR~

Old Friends and Older Truths*

OC/Morrigan/Emorie, Long fic, slow burn, Post-ACOSF

Short Rope**

Azriel/Gwen, Modern AU, BDSM; rigging, knifeplay Short fic that I expect to publish in its entirety fairly soon.

The Eye of Snow*

OC/Cassian/Azriel, Long fic, slow burn, Pre-ACOTAR, fluffy, angsty, kinda domestic ngl This one's super cute and I can't wait to share it hnnnnnng

Autumn Sparrow*

Helion/Lady of Autumn, Long fic(?), haha this is not slow burn Post-ACOSF Same as with Eye of Snow, this one is so cute and I love the Helion/Lady of Autumn pairing so so much. i love tragic romances

Athelwood's Wings*

Morrigan/Emorie, short fic, Emorie romancing tf out of Mor

A Lady and Her Knight*

Morrigan/Emorie, fic of undecided! length!, besties this is exactly what the title says it is okay, Emorie is a very chivalrous (extremely fucking sapphic) knight doing her utmost to NOT let her Lady catch on to her giant crush, meanwhile Mor tries her best to manipulate her knight into making the first move

A Mortal Life*

Morrigan/Andromache, short fic, this one is a proper tragedy

~Arcane (2024)~

I'm Feeling Fantastic*

Cait/Vi, short fic, besties they ain't feeling fantastic

~AFTG/TSC~

{if i don't post a tsc fic in the next three months consider me dead fr}

~Castlevania (2021)/Nocturne (2023)~

Blood Moon**

Striga/Morana, Werewolf AU....

~Crescent City~

Bright Shadows*

Ruhn/Lidia, not sure where this one will go but I have ideas!

Other Fandoms I Enjoy Beyond Reason

LotR/Silmarillion

Doctor Who (NewWho)

The Raven Cycle

Stormlight Archive

The Witcher (Books/TV)

IWTV (TV/Movie/Books)

Throne of Glass

Dunmeshi

#only going to tag with the fandom i've ACTUALLY published for #acotar #acotar fanfiction #a court of thorns and roses

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lyranova · 2 years ago

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If I'm too late for the last spot, please ignore this ask. But prompt 3 for William and Zera for "Love Me Like You Do."

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Hiya anon! Of course you weren't too late, and thank you for requesting for my other babies Zerilliam 🥺💕! Also this just so happens to be one of my favorite songs that I just discovered so I was very excited when you picked this prompt, now this is a Gods AU! fic and is a bit angsty (but with a happy ending) and I hope you all enjoy!

Word Count: 1,469

Warnings: None

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“ You’re…You’re a God?!” Zera asked, her voice soft and in disbelief, the man standing before her, the man she knew as William, just stared at her before nodding slowly.

“ That’s right, I’m a God.” He confirmed softly, his purple eyes never leaving her blue ones.

The two had gotten to know each other over the last couple of months after he saved her from nearly getting into a car accident. He came by the corner where she tried to sell her flowers every day, and even when she tried to tell him she wasn’t interested in a relationship, he was still persistent. Telling her that they didn’t have to date, he just wanted to be around her, be close to her, which they both would admit sounded very creepy on the surface. But she agreed, as long as he didn’t try anything funny.

And he kept his promise.

He never tried anything funny, he always greeted her when she was done selling flowers and would walk her home, sometimes he would bring her small presents or food, but otherwise he just kept her company. Sometimes he would help her sell her flowers, and sometimes he would just sit and talk with her as she was selling them. He listened as she talked about her dreams of opening a flower shop, about how she wanted to make people smile and give them a bit of hope and joy. And how she feared she wouldn’t live long enough to be able to do those things.

She hadn’t admitted to anyone in her life that she was dying. Not her father, not her brothers, not her friends, no one. But for some reason, she told William. He was almost a complete stranger, but she ended up telling him about a serious piece of her life. And he didn’t look at her with pity or sadness, instead he told her it would all work out, and that as long as he was by her side, her illness wouldn’t get worse.

When she asked how he figured that, he just gave her a knowing smirk and told her she would find out what he meant someday.

And today seemed to be that day.

“ You’re kidding, right? This is a prank, isn’t it?” She asked and William shook his head. “ Why…How…Have you always known, or was this a recent revelation?”

“ I’ve always known,”

“ You knew you were a god even when you met me?” She asked softly, her voice still slightly hesitant and unsure, and he nodded.

“ I did. That’s…partially why I was drawn to you, Zera.” He admitted softly, his eyes still staring into hers, and she felt her heart sink a bit in her chest.

He was drawn to her because he was a god? What did that mean? She wrapped her sweater around her tighter, not because it was cold outside, but because her heart felt cold.

“ What do you mean?”

“ As a god, I never interact with humans unless I feel the need to, which is becoming more and more rare these days. But one day I saw you standing on that street corner, doing your best to sell your flowers. Even though everyone ignored you, and you didn’t sell any flowers, you never gave up hope. Day after day I watched you go out onto that corner and do your best, and some days you sold everything, and some days you sold nothing, but you still continued to have hope. Then one day…you seemed to have lost all of that bright and beautiful hope.” William began softly, his eyes losing that serious edge in them and becoming softer with each word he spoke.

“ Which was when you were diagnosed with your illness, I…knew about that too before you told me, I’m sorry,” He continued, his voice becoming softer. “ I couldn’t stand seeing you had become like everyone else; hopeless. So…I interfered with your life, even though I’m not supposed to.”

“ You…interfered?” She asked, her voice going from disbelief to confused. He nodded slowly before a quiet sigh escaped his lips.

“ I stayed by your side to keep your illness from progressing. I wanted you to be able to achieve your dreams of opening a flower shop, of giving hope to those that need it, to be happy and to be able to die with a smile on your face.Then…then I fell in love with you, which I’m not supposed to do either, and I found that I wanted to stay by your side forever. Not because you’re dying, but because you’re living, and I want you to keep living…with me.”

Zera felt her heart clench tightly in her chest at his words, tears pooled in her eyes. He loved her, and wanted to stay with her, even though it was against the rules. It made her heart feel conflicted; she was happy he was risking it all, but was also sad and angry that he was risking it all, just so he could stay with a dying girl.

“ But because of all of this I’m now being called back to the Realm of the Gods…and when I leave your illness will get worse rapidly, and,” He paused to try to collect himself. “ You probably won’t live to see the end of the year…” He told her, tears welling in his eyes as he watched them stream down her face.

William wanted to defy the other gods, tell them they could discipline him after he helped Zera live out her life, and after he watched her achieve everything she wanted. But he knew they wouldn’t go for that, instead they would get the god of Doom, Yami, to come and drag him back into their realm. Where he would face a trial, and probably be convicted for going against their orders along with breaking their rules. But he didn’t care, he loved her, and wanted to stay with her.

“ Go,” Zera told him softly, her voice dry. “ You need to go…you can’t lose everything because of me, a dying human. So go…I’ll be okay.” She added as she tried her best to smile brightly, but it faltered, and came out more sad than cheerful.

“ If I leave…you’ll die,” He told her, the tears in his eyes threatening to stream down his face until he managed to blink them away for another moment. His heart broke as she shook her head again and tried to smile brightly for the second time.

“ No I won’t, I’ll be fine, because you’ll come right back, and I’ll be here waiting for when you do.” She told him as she reached a hand up and began to wipe her tears away. He blinked a bit, his eyes widened in surprise.

“ You…want me to come back to you? Even though I lied and hid my identity from you?” He asked, the surprise in his eyes going into his voice, and she nodded.

“ I’m not happy you lied and hid it from me, but deep down…I think I always knew there was something different about you,” Zera muttered with a small shrug. “ And it doesn’t matter, even though I still find it hard to believe, it doesn’t matter. Because…you’re still you, and I still love you.”

William blinked when she suddenly rushed towards him and wrapped her arms around his middle and buried her face into his chest, his body stiffened a bit in surprise before he relaxed and wrapped his arms around her as well.

“ So you can leave, and take care of what you need to, and I’ll still be here,” She told him, the tears in her eyes slowly seeping through his shirt, leaving a trail of wet spots. “ Just not tonight. I’m gonna hold your hand and keep you close, and I won’t let you go, not tonight. So please…keep me by your side.”

Williams heart beat rapidly in his chest as he heard Zera’s words, she wasn’t angry, she wasn’t pushing him away like he thought she would. Instead, she was holding him closer, silently asking for him to stay with her, by her side, for at least tonight. And for now he would take it, and just relish being with her tonight, since he wasn’t sure when, or if, they would ever get the chance to be together again.

“ Alright, I’ll keep you by my side, as long as you keep me by yours.” He whispered as he rested his chin on top of her head. He felt her nod her head, and he smiled softly as a few tears fell from his eyes and landed on top of her head.

“ I love you, Zera,” He whispered as he kissed the top of her head, and he swore he could feel her smiling against his chest.

“ And I love you, William,”

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Thank you all so much for reading and I hope you all have a good day~!

#asks #anon🌟#black clover #black clover fanfiction #black clover oneshot #william x zera #zera x william #zerilliam #oc; zera #william vangeance #black clover william #william black clover #600 follower event

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baronessblixen · 2 years ago

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Since you were looking for an angsty prompt for #fictober I decided to send you one that I saw over on @angsty-plots

“Come on M/S," she/he breathed out slowly, glancing at the now setting sun. "You said you'd come back.”

Maybe you like it — and it would still work with one of your sweet endings. ☺️

Thank you so much for the prompt! I hope I succeeded with the angst. It's yet another "how did Mulder and Scully get home from Antarctica" story.

Fictober Day 3 | Tagging @today-in-fic @xffictober2022 | Wc: 1526.

We Will Find Our Way Home

“You have to stay awake,” Scully presses the words through her cracked, half-frozen lips. She doesn’t know if she’s talking to Mulder, who lies inert in her arms, or to herself. Her eyelids are heavy, threaten to close any second. If it weren’t for her chattering teeth, she’s certain that her body would have already given in. Like Mulder’s.

She looks down at her partner who is quiet and unnervingly still. Her hand trembles as she lifts it and her fingertip is so cold that she fears she won’t feel his pulse even if there is one. She sighs in relief when she finds it and feels it beating against her skin.

“Mulder,” she says with difficulty. “We need to- we have to-” But what is there to do? Where to go? Scully observes their surroundings and finds nothing but white. Behind them is the sinkhole that almost took them. They’ve cheated death once today. What if they’re out of luck now?

“Mulder,” she says again, trying to jostle him. He groans. “Stay. Awake,” she adds.

“’m awake,” he says.

“We need to get moving.” It won’t be long until the sun sets. Once it does, their chances of survival will be zero. “How did you get here?” She asks him and he glances at her, his eyes a deep dark forest green, framed by frosted eyelashes. “Mulder, I need you to work with me here.” Her lips hurt from speaking, but as long as she still feels pain she knows she’s alive.

“Sno-Cat. I have a Sno-Cat.” He turns in her arms and groans, trying to get up. Scully helps him as well as she can, but her strength hasn’t returned yet. She remains sitting there, missing Mulder’s warmth against her. There’s a bone-deep pain in her legs that drives tears to her eyes. Even if there is shelter, and even if they can find it, how is she going to get there?

“I can’t see it,” Mulder says, sounding confused. “It should be here, I- I know it was here.” Scully nods even though Mulder isn’t looking at her. He’s looking at the snow desert, at the nothingness that surrounds them. If they don’t get moving soon, they will die right here where they are. They might die anyway, Scully figures as she hoists herself up, convinced something inside her is breaking apart, but they won’t sit here and wait for it.

Mulder takes her hand into his and his touch hurts, reminding her that they’re fighting against time. He looks down at her and a worried crinkle appears on his forehead. He touches her bottom lip, his finger gently running over it.

“Cracked,” he says. “Blue. Almost as blue as your eyes.”

“We need to get going,” she says, ignoring his obvious delirium. If he breaks down again, they’re lost. They cannot lose any more time. “Doesn’t hurt,” she lies. “We need to go find the Sno-Cat.”

Every step borders on torture. Mulder has put his arm around her shoulders and she has hers around his waist. They’re holding each other up, knowing that one false step will be their demise. More tears dwell in her eyes. A year ago, she thought about dying every day. She didn’t let her cancer slow her down, but here in the snow, the elements against them, she has no choice.

There’s nothing she can do. They will die here. With every step they take, the thought becomes louder in her mind. How silly of her to think they could outrun it. They could have stayed where they are and it wouldn’t have made a difference. No matter where they go, there’s nothing but white ahead of them.

To their right, the sun is beginning to set, casting them in an orange hue. She didn’t want to die in a hospital, wilting away. Now she realizes she doesn’t want to die here either, taken by the cold, by the injustice of it all. But she knows that she will.

“Scully, I never thought I’d say this but… you’re heavy. Hey, you’re still with me?” He stops walking and she slumps against him.

“What’s the point?” She asks, clinging to him. His coat is wet and cold, but she imagines there’s still warmth underneath it all. Still her Mulder. She should be thankful that he’s here. She won’t be dying alone. When she closes her eyes, he will be here, holding her hand.

“Hey,” he says and his voice sounds like a scream in her ear, startling her. “Don’t do this, Scully. Don’t give up. I didn’t come all this way to have you give up on me. Look over there.” With his hands under her arms, he lifts her and helps her stand upright. She can’t see much through half-lidded, half-frozen eyes. There’s a black blob in the distance that she can’t make sense of no matter how hard she tries.

“That’s our safe haven. All you gotta do is hold on for a little while longer. We’re almost there.”

“I can’t, Mulder.”

“Yes, you can. You’re the strongest person I know, Scully. You can do this.”

“No, I can’t. There’s no point. You go and I- I’ll just…”

“I won’t leave you here. Come on, get on my back.”

“Mulder you were unconscious an hour ago. You can’t carry me.”

“Watch me.” He falls to his knees in front of her. “Get on.”

“No.”

“Scully, if you don’t get on my back right now, I will pick you up and carry you. I’ve done it before, I can do it again. Scully?”

She stares at him, the tear that has escaped her eye freezing on its way down her cheek. “No,” she says softly. “You go.”

“Scully, I won’t-” She puts a hand on his chest.

“You go. You said it’s not far. I will wait here. Go. Please, Mulder. Just go.” For a moment she fears he won’t do it. That he’ll pick her up and attempt to carry her. She knows that would be the end for them. This way there’s a chance. Maybe not for both of them, but for him. She keeps her expression steady, hoping that for once Mulder will just listen to her.

“I hate this,” he says, anger evident in his voice. “I will be right back, Scully. Do not- fuck, do not move. I will be back before you know it.” Then he starts running. Scully watches him, her arms slung tightly around her own body. She won’t be able to hold herself up much longer, but she waits until Mulder is no more than a small object in the distance.

Her knees give in and she wills herself to keep her body upright. Don’t lie down, don’t lie down, becomes her new mantra. It doesn’t last. She has many regrets that rush through her mind. None are tangible. She thinks of her mother, her brothers, and of Mulder. Her last thought before her eyes drift shut before she does give in, is of how they almost kissed in his hallway, of how he looked at her. Now she knows it was love.

“Come on, Scully," he breathes out slowly and one of her eyes cracks open, seeing him glance at the setting sun. Any minute now the darkness will swallow them. Will swallow her.

“You said you’d come back,” she says weakly, attempting a smile.

“Of course, I came back,” he says, picking her up. This time she doesn’t complain and lets him. She settles in his arms, breathing heavily. Her lungs are burning and her cheeks feel like they’re on fire, despite the cold.

“Help will be here soon,” he says, walking slowly, his breath hitting the sensitive skin on her face. “Until then we will get warm in the Sno-Cat. Okay? Scully, you hear me?”

“I hear you.” They’ve made it. He puts her down in the Sno-Cat, taking off her coat carefully before he wraps her in a warm fleece blanket, rubbing her arms.

“I need you to stay awake, okay? Just like you told me to do earlier. You’re the doctor here. Can you do that?”

She nods. “Thank you,” she says, shivering.

“Thank you,” Mulder says, engulfing her in his arms. “For not giving up.” The softest smile pulls her lips upwards, causing slight pain. It’s just like she thought: underneath it all, he is warm and he’s here with her.

“Stay with me, Scully,” he whispers into her hair. “I can administer mouth to mouth again if I have to but let me be honest, next time my lips touch yours, I want us both to be conscious and not half dying. Okay?”

“Okay.” Hope flutters in her chest. Next time. There will be a next time; there will be more for them than this. Against all odds, they won’t die here in the snow.

“Do you want me to sit here and hold you quietly or want me to tell you a story to keep you awake?”

“Story, please,” she says. Mulder gets comfortable, tightens his arms around her, and starts talking.

There’s a happy ending.

#fictober2022 #i wanna write more angst #unless this isn't angsty #but i wanna write more of these #msr #xf fanfic #my writing #my fic

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elizabeth-mitchells · 3 years ago

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i LOVE your ronance fics on AO3 😩❤️‼️ I read them all in one sitting and I’m so fucking obsessed. I wanted to ask if you could write about a prompt I could not stop thinking about!

It take place during S4E1 where they’re at the basketball game. Nancy sees Robin laughing and talking to Vickie and she doesn’t know why it makes her so angry/upset. They aren’t together and barely are friends since they haven’t truly spoken since starcourt but Nancy thinks about Robin a lot, more than she should. Sometimes she visits family video with mike and the kids.just to see her but she gets to nervous to even speak. And also Robin thinks Nancy likes Steve, not her!

Or something like that lol! I just couldn’t stop thinking about the BTS photos from the basketball scene of Maya and Natalia and how it was totally giving me Taylor Swift “You Belong With Me” vibes! I also thought it’d be interesting to see more angsty Ronance where Vickie is involved haha

Robin or Nancy getting Vecna'd? oh no no no no. they are getting You-Belong-With-Me'd

Nancy Wheeler was losing her mind. After all the chaos and trauma she had survived, she would end up losing her mind for good because of Robin Buckley. It was a complicated situation, because they were barely friends, they rarely talked to each other except when Nancy was forced to drive Mike and his friends to Family Video. While the kids crowded around Steve, Nancy was left with no option but to hang out around Robin, which was always incredibly uncomfortable for both of them, for reasons neither of them could pinpoint. Nancy was acutely aware of the rumors around Robin, which had sparked something inside her and made her realize things she hadn’t said out loud to anybody yet. Meanwhile, Robin was stubbornly refusing to accept the fact that there was absolutely nothing going on between Steve and Nancy. Nancy and Robin were at a standstill, full of nothing but longing glances, sleepless nights, and unanswered questions. Nancy did not expect that she’d end up making a move during a high school basketball game, while standing across the court from Robin, right after seeing Robin smile nervously at the short redhead beside her that had batted her eyelashes at her. The sight of it made an icy chill run through Nancy’s spine.

Nancy took a good long look at everyone else on the bleachers distracted by the game, and took her chance. She flipped to an empty page in her small notebook and with shaky fingers wrote “Hi :)” She waited for the right moment, she willed it to happen with everything in her heart, and finally, finally, Robin looked at her. Her blue eyes widened slightly when she realized Nancy was already looking at her, and then she frowned a little when Nancy held up her notebook for Robin to see. The smile that took over Robin’s face was indescribable, and Nancy’s stomach filled with butterflies at the sight. They were briefly distracted by something going on with the game and Nancy scoffed under her breath, but it was worth it if only for the fact that this time, when her eyes found Robin, the other girl was the one already staring at her.

Robin smiled shyly and waved her finger at Nancy in a discreet greeting. Nancy’s heart fluttered, picturing how much Robin was probably struggling to be quiet and stand still. Seeing the redhead girl staring at Robin, then at Nancy, and then back again, without Robin even realizing, well, that made everything even better. So, Nancy went back to her notes, and this time she wrote with just a little more confidence, “Movie tonight?” She hesitated before holding up her sign though. The entire school was there, anyone could turn their head and see her, worse, Robin could flinch and wince and silently turn her down even from a distance, even worse, Robin could instead turn toward that girl beside her and kiss her instead.

Nancy shook her head to clear her mind of her increasingly paranoid and unreasonable thoughts and fears. She took a deep breath, she glanced at Robin’s attentive, kind, patient, and absolutely gorgeous blue eyes, and then she discreetly held up her little sign.

The crowd cheered. The game was over. The noise was almost unbearable, but all Nancy was focused on was Robin Buckley, standing on the bleachers, staring at her with a smile, and nodding her head confidently. It was a date.

#shout out to lumax for inventing this tho. it was so cute #ronance #stranger things #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #robin x nancy #nancy x robin #st #stranger things 4 #st4 #stranger things fanfiction #ronance fanfiction #answered #anon #prompts #ronance prompts #my fic

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getlostsquidward · 3 years ago

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Always Been Yours

Lou Miller x fem!reader; past!Tammy x fem!reader

A/N: This is 1/3 of the jealousy trope for Lou. Planning for 2/3 to be a happy ending and the third to have an angsty ending as the anon requested originally :) the 3 fics have no correlations with each other just ideas that popped up and are too good to let go xd

Excited was an understatement as you watch the smaller hand of the clock tick every minute. Your nerves were buzzing and you could only bounce your legs while waiting to get out of the emergency meeting you were trapped in. You keep telling yourself that you were just eager to see Lou’s new club, not because you were about to see her.

Your phone vibrates text after text from the women, you weren’t sure who but was most probably Constance bugging you. This would be the first time all of you would be together after your huge successful heist.

The moment you were dismissed you bolted out of the room and flagged the first taxi you saw. After giving the driver the address, you took out your phone and checked all the messages you got. Sure enough, there were several “where are you’s” and video clips of the gang dancing and drinking in your inbox.

The music reverberates until outside, your chest resonating with the beat. Upon opening the doors, you glanced at the crowd to spot a familiar face until someone had softly squeezed your arm. “Y/N! Finally, you’re here!”

Daphne embraced you, before pulling you towards where the rest of the gang was. After catching up and drinks after drinks later, one by one the women had slipped off the booth to dance and mingle with others. The only ones that were left were you, Rose, Amita, and Daphne, who went to get another round of drinks.

They were rambling about jewelry and fashion that you weren’t quite familiar with so let your eyes flicker across the drunk mass when they landed on an all-too recognizable bleach blonde…

with someone’s ass grinding against her.

You huffed at the sight, if she wanted to play that game then you’ll give her a good one. You definitely are not jealous–you and Lou were just friends. A long-time one, maybe not as long as her friendship with Debbie Ocean but you two knew each other for quite a while.

But lately, this friendship of yours was surely getting somewhere. You just won’t acknowledge it, scared that if you mentioned the elephant in the room, you’d lose. It’s there– she’s there settling down on your chest, and the more you lose yourself in her blue orbs the more she consumes you.

You excused yourself, going to the bar where the blonde can easily see you. You grimaced when you saw she was still busy with whoever that was.

While waiting for your drink, you search the place with your prospect, mind set on giving Lou the same show. You really didn’t want to flirt with strangers, and you were kinda scared of them so you secretly hoped to see one of the women nearby.

Your eyes landed on Debbie but hesitated to go for her because Lou will know that you’re toying with her until someone had put their hand on your shoulder.

You were about to flip them off when you saw it was… Tammy. Your lips broke into a grin when you realized how dumb you were.

Tammy, of course. Lou would fucking buy it.

Long before this heist and criminal operations, you and Tammy used to have something but realized you were better off as friends. There were no hard feelings, the breakup if you would call it that, was smooth and the both of you didn’t hold any sort of grudges. And then eventually, Tammy had her marriage.

“Heyyy, Tam. Have a seat.”

The blonde narrowed her eyes. “You’re up to something, aren’t you?”

“Nooo, I’m not. Let’s have a drink.”

Shots after shots came, and you asked her to dance. Your movements became kind of wobbly as you got tipsy. You put your arms around her neck, the body behind you pushing you slightly close to Tammy. The blonde has her hands encircling on your waist. The person had turned to apologize, and you just brushed it off.

But the voice that followed had your whole body turn around, an arm still resting on Tammy and hers never leaving yours.

“Hey, Tammy. Hey, Y/N.” Lou’s eyes glanced down on Tammy’s arms around your waist

“Oh, hey, Lou. Didn’t see you here,” you replied with a smirk.

The annoying bitch who had been grinding her ass on Lou’s body all night spoke, “You know them, Louise?”

The smirk on your face was wiped with a frown. How dare she use Lou’s full name like that. And in your face. As far as you knew, you were the only one who was allowed to call her that, but clearly, you were wrong.

Before any of the blondes can answer, “Yeah! We’re all friends, right?” Her face, especially her high-pitched voice really annoys you but you ask anyway, “and who are you?” Thanks to the loud music, none of them could pick up at the seething hatred on your voice.

You don’t know if you should be thankful for not hearing her voice once more as Lou answered for her. “She’s Jennifer”.

You gave her your fakest smile causing the blonde beside you to laugh. “Nice to meet you!” Then you abruptly turned around, resuming your early position.

“Was that too rude?” you asked Tammy.

She chuckled. “No. Well, at least because now I know where’s this coming from.”

“I’m sorry, am I making you uncomfortable?”

“Not at all, sweetheart,” the last word was whispered against your ear, and you would be lying if that didn’t cause a shiver up your spine.

“She’s still looking, isn’t she?”

“Yup,” she confirmed, popping the p. “Looked straight at me when I leaned in. Whatever this game you’re playing, I think you’re winning. But you know you have to settle this, right?”

Sighing, you agreed. “I know, I know. I just- when I saw that bitch Jennilyn–whatever her name is so close to her, I… I don’t know. Is this jealousy, Tam? I’m not the jealous type, you know that.”

“Then if she’s making you feel things you haven’t before, that must be something else. Something more serious than anything you’ve had in the past. You both deserve a chance to love and be loved, Y/N. You’re in love with each other and we could all see that, you idiots.”

You looked at Lou over your shoulder, saw that she got off the dance floor and you could make out her blonde locks across the room. Turning back to Tammy, you gave her a smile and a quick hug. “Thank you, Tam. I appreciate it.”

You made your way to the woman who’d been drinking a bottle of bourbon to herself. Sliding into the booth, you snatched the bottle and drank right off it. Wincing at the burn, you glanced at the woman beside you. You had kept a safe distance between you two.

“Is someone jealous?” you teased, kind of not ready to have that talk with Lou.

“She was holding your waist as if you were hers.”

“She was grinding her ass against you as if she was your slut.”

Lou finally looked back at you. “You look great together.”

You gaped at her in disbelief, “What the fuck are you talking about?”

“You and Tammy. It’s a shame you didn’t work out before. But maybe now you can give it another shot.”

Okay, that’s it, you decided. It is time to have that talk with her. You cupped her jaw and stared at her soul.

“You’re a clueless idiot. The two of us, actually. Tammy and I were long over, Lou. And this… whatever this is between you and me, I want to try it. Believe it or not, you, out of all people I’ve been with, made me want to commit. And you out of all of them had wormed your way into my whole being. I think about you all day. You’re the first thought that comes to mind when I wake up, and you’re the last before I sleep at night. You make me feel nervous and giddy all at once. And it's new to me but I love it. I know I sound like a high schooler right now but it’s fucking true. I acted that way earlier the only way I know how because I was jealous! I am jealous because I’m in love with you!”

When you finished, you gave her some time to reply. She was silent for good fucking minutes and your mind had already gone overdrive thinking all the flirting was just… flirting and you were the only one falling. Dread washed over you, and you slowly retreated your hands away from her. Maybe you had it all wrong. See, this is why you were scared.

You were just about to get away when Lou reached for your wrist. She holds it softly as if afraid her touch would burn your skin. When you didn’t move and went back to your seat, she started speaking.

“I was always in love with you, Y/N.” The revelation had your head whipping at her, your lips parting. She continued, “Even before you and Tammy hooked up. But knowing your preference with your… relationships, and of course, seeing what happened to you and her, I… I decided to not shoot my shot at all. I didn’t want your temporary affection, Y/N. I wanted you, and if you could only give me that through friendship, then so be it. And I was contented with that. Until now.”

She paused to take a drink. “Maybe that earlier was me trying to forget you for at least a while.” You scoffed internally, making a mental note to reply to this certain thought later. If she thought someone like Jenny could replace you then she better rethink all her life decisions.

“But then I saw you at the bar, and then dancing and all that, so close to each other. It was like you were rubbing it on me what I couldn’t have. You didn’t know how much it hurt back then and how much it hurts now. And then you’re here confessing that you’re in love with me.”

You were so confused right now and starting to get all nervous again because you don’t know if she’s about to reject you or not.

“Are you… are you rejecting me or what?”

“Idiot.”

Lou smiled lovingly at you, wiping the lone tear that fell down your cheek. You were pouting like you always do when you feel you’re about to break down and your eyes are all over the place but her.

She pushed a strand of hair behind your ear and pressed her forehead against yours. “What do you think I am, a dummy? I’ve been waiting for you my whole life, Y/N. I love you, you idiot. My heart has always been yours.”

#cate blanchett #cate blanchett x reader #cate blanchett imagine #lou miller #lou miller x reader #ocean's 8 #ocean's 8 fanfiction #tammy x reader #sarah paulson x reader #ocean's eight

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