#hes someones brother/son/father and they would care so you should be nice or whatever

[catboyholic]

im so fucking mad i had a really bad day and this would have made it the best fucking day of my life. ive been waiting for this for eight years. and for what. hes fine.

[winter-soldier-101]

You are not her! Part 7

Word count:3007

Not my gifs

(Y/N) lands cannibal near Kings Landing waiting for her children to join her soon.

DragonStone

“The Conqueror and his sisters sailed with a great army- and landed at the Blackwater Rush” Jace says to the maester as he leans High Valyrian.

“The mouth” Rhaenyra tells him.

“The mouth! Come on Jace you knew that” Jace says to himself.

“Perhaps that’s enough for this morning” Rhaenyra says to Jace and the maester.

“No no I want to keep going-maester” Jace tells Rhaenyra and the maester.

“Aegon…. Ordered that the trees should be… killed” Jace says.

“Felled it is a related word, I don’t expect you to learn High Valyrian in a day Jace” Rhaenyra tells him.

“A king should honor the traditions of his forbears” Jace tells Rhaenyra.

“Well… unless you’re planning to depose your own mother you have plenty of time to study” Rhaenyra tells Jace as the doors to the room open and Daemon walks in.

“Leave us” Rhaenyra tells everyone in the room.

“He means to call into question Luke’s legitimacy and by extension Jace and by extension my own claim to the Iron Throne” Rhaenyra says as she reads the letter that Daemon gave her from Baela.

“Vaemond cares only about Driftmark and the Velaryon line not about our politics has he made common cause with Otto Hightower yet?” Daemon asks Rhaenyra.

“That is what I fear Rhaenys has flown to court surely she cannot be planning to back him” Rhaenyra tells Daemon.

“No whatever disagreements we may have had she’s not cruel… or stupid enough to do that” Daemon tells Rhaenyra.

“Disagreements? She believes we had her son killed so that we might marry” Rhaenyra tells Daemon.

“Yes… and yet she’s taken Baela to ward” Daemon says.

“Yes it’s Laena’s memory she honors she has no love for us” Rhaenyra tells him.

“Has the vipers venom spread so far?” Daemon asks.

“Those vipers rule in my fathers name and my father— What choice do I have?” Rhaenyra asks Daemon.

“To Kings Landing then?” Daemon asks.

Kings Landing

“All hail Rhaenyra of House Targaryen Princess of DragonStone and heir to the Iron Throne and her royal consort Prince Daemon Targaryen” a knight introduces them.

“Welcome back Princess” Lord Caswell says to Rhaenyra as he is the only person to welcome her and her family home.

“Lord Caswell” Rhaenyra says.

As Rhaenyra and Daemon walk around the castle.

“I would say it is nice to be home but I scarcely recognize it” Rhaenyra tells Daemon as they make their way to Viserys’s room.

“Father?” Rhaenyra calls out as she and Daemon walk into his room and up to his bed to see him laying down and looking close to death.

“Who goes there?” Viserys says softly.

“Father it’s me Rhaenyra” Rhaenyra says to Viserys.

“Oh…” Viserys whispers out.

“I’m here with Daemon” Rhaenyra tells him.

“Daemon? Is (Y/N) here is my little dragon home now?— Help me up it has been so long” Viserys asks Rhaenyra.

“The Sea Snake has taken a grave wound in battle in the Stepstones” Daemon tells Viserys.

“When? We won that war years ago” Viserys says.

“No. The triarchy is resurgent the fighting is anew there is a petition to decide upon the succession of Driftmark and the heir to the Driftwood throne” Daemon tells Viserys.

“Petitions? Alicent and Otto they see to all that business now” Viserys tells Daemon and Rhaenyra.

“No brother listen to me you are to affirm your position for Lucerys to be Corlys Velaryons successor” Daemon tells Viserys as the chamber doors open.

“Has something happened to Lord Corlys?” Viserys asks Daemon.

“Father there’s someone we wish to introduce you to” Rhaenyra says bringing the babe closer.

“Daemon” Viserys says as he looks at Daemon.

“Brother” Daemon whispers back.

“Who is that?” Viserys asks.

“Father… this is Aegon and this is Viserys” Rhaenyra says smiling at her sons then at her father.

“Aegon… oh Viserys now that is a name fit for a king… oh oh I’m sorry I’m sorry… please my tea my tea” Viserys whispers out in pain.

“This?” Daemon says geting the tea.

“Yes yes” Viserys says as he drinks the tea and gives the cup to Daemon as Daemon smells the tea and looks at Rhaenyra.

Alicent makes way to Viserys’s room and sees Rhaenyra and Daemon.

“Princess Rhaenyra and Prince Daemon it has been so long since we were granted the joy of your presence” Alicent says looking at Rhaenyra.

“Indeed, Your Grace” Rhaenyra says to Alicent.

“Though not long enough to merit a greeting upon our arrival” Daemon says to Alicent.

“I’m sure the Queen had pressing business, my love. What can either of us know of ruling a kingdom?” Rhaenyra says, looking at Alicent.

“I do not rule as you well know my father and I are mere stewards of the king's will and wisdom” Alicent says to Rhaenyra and Daemon.

“And how exactly is that wisdom expressed? In blinks and wheezes? I’d be surprised if he could even remember his own name or if you could” Daemon asks Alicent.

“King Viserys's condition has worsened since you saw him last it’s subjects him to considerable pain on the advice of the maesters—“ Alicent starts to tell Rhaenyra and Daemon.

“Ah the maesters of course it is they who keep him addled on milk of the poppy while the Hightowers warm his throne” Rhaenyra says.

“Rhaenyra, if you would see him without it, is almost blind with suffering” Alicent tells Rhaenyra.

“Alicent I have no doubt it was an act of the poorest mercy but tell me for the king’s suffering did the maesters also prescribe the removal of Targaryen heraldry and the installation in its stead of various statues and stars?” Daemon asks.

“The emblems of the Seven serve only to guide us on an uncertain path to remind us of a higher authority” Alicent tells Daemon.

“And on the morrow which authority will sit in judgment of my son's claim on his own inheritance?” Rhaenyra asks Alicent.

“That would be mine… and the Hands but be assured the father is just and commands me to forget the accusations you have spoken in this room today” Alicent says to Rhaenyra and Daemon as she walks away from them.

The Godswood in King's Landing

Rhaenyra looks at Rhaenys and smiles.

“I wandered for many hours what your purpose was in coming here whether you’d speak for or against the suit brought by Ser Vaemond but then I realized… you intended to advocate for yourself this is no fair proceeding it is a trap set by the Queen and the Hand I’d wager to proclaim my sons illegitimate” Rhaenyra tells Rhaenys.

“Yet you did worse than that with Laenor did you not?” Rhaenys asks Rhaenyra.

“I loved your son, you may not believe it to be true but I did. I did not order his death nor was I complicit in it I swear this to you I’ll make you an offer back Luke’s claim and let us betroth Laena’s children to mine Baela will be Queen of the Seven Kingdoms and her sons will be heirs to the throne Rhaena will rule in Driftmark and the seat pass to her and Lucerys children in time” Rhaenyra tells Rhaenys.

“A generous offer or a desperate one” Rhaenys says to Rhaenyra.

“What does it matter?” Rhaenyra asks her.

“You are right in this at least is does not matter you can bargain with me all you like bring my granddaughters with you to soften my resolve but tomorrow the Hightowers land their first blow they force you to your knees… and I must stand alone” Rhaenys tells Rhaenyra.

Viserys room

“Alicent?” Viserys whispers out.

“No it’s Rhaenyra, father” Rhaenyra tells him.

“Rhaenyra” Viserys whispers.

“The song of ice and fire— do you believe it to be true?” Rhaenyra asks.

“Argon’s dream” Viserys says.

“You told me and (Y/N) it was our duty to hold the realm united apa common foe by naming me heir you divided the realm I thought I wanted it but the burden is a heavy one it’s to heavy” Rhaenyra tells Viserys.

“My…. My First born daughter” Viserys says.

“If you wish me to bear it then defend me and my children” Rhaenyra says.

“It’s….” Viserys whispers out.

The Red Keep

“Through it is the great hope of this court that Lord Corlys Velaryon survives his wounds we gather here with grim task of dealing with the succession of Driftmark as Hand I speak with the King’s voice on this and all other matters the crown will now hear the petitions Ser Vaemond of House Velaryon” Otto while sitting on the Iron Throne.

“My Queen my Lord Hand the history of our noble houses extends beyond the Seven Kingdoms to the days of Old Valyria for as long as House Targaryen has ruled the skies House Velaryon has ruled the seas when the Doom fell on Valyria our houses became the last of their kind our forebears came to this new land knowing that we’re they to fail it would mean the end of their bloodlines and their name I have spent my entire life on Driftmark defending my brothers seat I am Lord Corlys closet kin his own blood the true unimpeachable blood of House Velaryon runs through my veins” Vaemond tells Otto and Alicent.

“As it does in my sons the offspring of Laenor Velaryon if you cared so much about your house's blood Ser Vaemond you would not be so bold as to supplant it’s rightful heir no you only speak for yourself and for your own ambition” Rhaenyra says to Vaemond.

“You will have a chance to make your own petition, Princess Rhaenyra do Ser Vaemond the courtesy of allowing him to be heard” Alicent says to Rhaenyra.

“What do you know of Velaryon blood Princess? I could cut my own veins and show it to you and you still wouldn’t recognize it this is about the future and survival of my house not your My Queen my Lord Hand this is a matter of blood not ambition I place the continuation of the survival of my house and my line above all I humbly put myself before you as my brother’s successor… The Lord of Driftmark and Lord of the Tides” Vaemond says first to Rhaenyra then to Alicent and Otto.

“Thank you Ser Vaemond, Princess Rhaenyra you may now speak for your son Lucerys Velaryon”Otto says as Rhaenyra walks up and begins to speak.

“If I am to grace this farce with some answers I will start by reminding the court that nearly 20 years ago in this very—“ Rhaenyra starts to say but the door to the keep is opened.

“King Viserys of House Targaryen the first of his name King of the andals and the rhoynar and the first men Lord of the Seven Kingdoms protector of the realm” a knight announces Viserys in as he slowly makes his way to the Iron Throne.

“I will sit the throne today” Viserys tells Otto.

“Your Grace” Otto says as he makes way over to Alicent.

“I said I’m fine” Viserys says to the person, Daemon helps Viserys up the steps and sits him down and puts the crown on him and makes his way back to Rhaenyra.

“I must admit my confusion I do not understand why petitions are being heard over a settled succession the only one person who might offer keener insight into Lord Corlys’s wishes is the Princess Rhaenys” Viserys says.

“Indeed your grace it was ever my husbands will that Driftmark pass though Ser Laenor to his true born son Lucerys Velaryon his mind never changed nor did my support of him as a matter of fact the Princess Rhaenyra has just informed me of her desire to marry her sons Jace and Luke to Lord Corlys’s granddaughters Baela and Rhaena a proposal to which I heartily agree” Rhaenys tells Viserys.

“Well… the matter is settled again I hereby reaffirm Prince Lucerys of House Velaryon as heir to Driftmark the Driftwood Throne and the next Lord of the Tides” Viserys says to the mass.

“You break law and centuries of tradition to install your day as heir yet you dare tell me who deserves to inherit the name Velaryon no I will not allow it!” Vaemond tells Viserys.

“Allow it? Do not forget yourself Vaemond” Viserys tells him.

“That is no true Velaryon and certainly no nephew of mine!” Vaemond yells out.

“Go to your chambers you have said enough” Rhaenyra tells Jace and Luke as she tells Vaemond that he’s said enough.

“Lucerys is my true born grandson and you are no more than the second son of Driftmark” Viserys tells Vaemond.

“You may run your house as you see fit but you will not decide the future of mine. My house survived the Doom and a thousand tribulations besides and gods be damned I will not see it end on the account of this…” Vaemond starts to say.

“Say it… say it '' Daemon tells Vaemond.

“Her children are bastards! And she is a whore!” Vaemond yells out.

“I… will have your tongue for that” Viserys says as he stands and pulls out his dagger.

Daemon stands behind Vaemond and swings his sword as he cuts Vaemonds head in half off his body.

“He can keep his tongue,” Daemon says as he cleans his sword.

The Dinner

“How good it is to see you all tonight together”Viserys says.

“This is an occasion for celebration. It seems my grandsons Jace and Luke will marry their cousins Baela and Rhaena further strengthening the bond between our houses, a toast to the young princes and their betrotheds” Viserys says.

“It both gladdens my heart and fills me with sorrow to see these faces around this table the faces most dear to me in all the world I do wish (Y/N) where here to see everyone together— yet grown so distant from each other in year past— my own face is no longer a handsome one if indeed it ever was but tonight I wish you to see me as I am not just a King but your father your brother your husband and your grandsire who may not it seems walk for much longer among you let us no longer hold I’ll feeling in our hearts the crown cannot stand strong if the House of the Dragon remains divided but set aside your grievances if not for the sake of the crown then for the sake of this old man who loves you all so dearly” Viserys says while taking off the golden mask hiding his face and tells the family to stop the fighting and come together as one.

(Y/N) and her children walk through the halls till they enter the dining hall where all her family is sitting.

“(Y/N) is that really you?” Viserys asks while letting some tears fall.

(Y/N) walks over and kneels and holds Viserys hands and kisses them.

“Yes father it’s me and I want you to meet my children, this is my son Aragon and my daughter Aemma” (Y/N) says smiling at Viserys.

“Your home my little dragon and with children of your own” Viserys says kissing (Y/N)’s cheeks.

“Aragon and Aemma this is my sister Rhaenyra and this is your father Daemon and this it your cousins Jace and Luke and your half sisters Baela and Rhaena, Alicent it’s good to see you and oh look how much you’ve grown you are no longer my little Aegon” (Y/N) says while introducing her children to their family while looking at her other siblings.

Aegon looks at (Y/N) and smiles.

“You used to care for me?” Aegon asks (Y/N).

“Yes I was the only one who could make you stop crying and little Helaena was such a fussy babe as well and this must be Aemond” (Y/N) tells Aegon and Helaena and hugs her three siblings.

The next morning

“(Y/N) my little dragon you are truly home I’ve missed you very much why not come home sooner?” Viserys asks (Y/N) while holding you close.

“I… thought I would not be welcomed back the letter you left in my room after Rhaenyra’s wedding” (Y/N) tells Viserys.

“What letter? I did not write to you? I got a letter from you on your bed the night you left” Viserys tells (Y/N).

“I left no letter father?” (Y/N) says to Viserys.

“I wrote the two letters” Daemon says looking at (Y/N) and Viserys.

“You fucking bastard you made me believe my father did not love or care for me you told me you would love and care and protect me Daemon but that was all a lie!” (Y/N) yelled out as she hit Daemon over and over before walking out the room.

“(Y/N)” Rhaenyra calls out for you.

“(Y/N) I’m sorry I did not know he did all that to you and father” Rhaenyra tells (Y/N) as she hugs you.

“Thank you Rhaenyra and it’s not your fault it was mine for believing him and loving him, he broke and hurt me I had our marriage annulled when the twins had their first name day, I also want you to know that Ser Harwin Strong is alive I had some men save him but they couldn’t save his father he shall be here soon and I’ve meet someone who loves me and he truly cares for my children and I care for his we are happy and are to marry soon and I want you there I will not leave your side again sister.” (Y/N) tells Rhaenyra.

“I’m happy for you sister and I will be there for you. Do I get to know who he is?” Rhaenyra asks (Y/N)

“He is…” (Y/N) starts to say.

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[mandomaterial]

Forgotten pt.6

Pairing: Tonowari x Metkayina!reader

Wordcount: 3.4K

Warnings: slightly feral mc, needles, humans, and i think that’s it. Maybe a little angst?

Notes: sorry that this took so long- i had a little bitta writers block… but i think this is a nice chapter btw the new guy is an oc so he isn’t in the avatar franchise :3 please leave some suggestions about what should happen to the reader.and ill try to update every week or so! Pics not mine, credit to the owners!

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Over the next few days the young human boy, Spider visited you every day. The two of you talked about anything and everything, it was very comforting to have someone around that spoke your language.

You were curious about him, so you asked lots of intricate questions. Why was he here? What’s his connection to the forest Na’vi? How did he speak your language so well, he even had a forest accent.

He answered most of them with enthusiasm. Telling you the story of him spending a lot of time with the sully kids and growing up in the Omatikaya clan, being there for all the events and learning their ways.

Spider explained that his father had been killed by Jake Sully's mate, Neytiri, in the first sky people war, but scientists had made an avatar for him a few years ago and inserted a chip that had a copy of his father's mind on it. You truly struggled to grasp the concept so he tried to explain it like he was reborn into the new avatar body after his death, when he died, but he was already twenty years old; you understood better but it still confused you at times.

Spider also tried asking you simple questions first and when you answered all of them he started coming out of his shell; starting to ask bolder questions. He asked about your family and your life as tsakìk of the Metkayina. How was your life different from the forest people’s? What were the animals like? What did you eat?

You happily started telling him stories of the metkayina traditions and the Iknimaya, where you had to bond with a tsurak and complete several trials with your spirit sibling to earn your place amongst the people. Even telling him that you struggled immensely when you had to bond with the wild beast and that you preferred the tasks with your spirit sister a lot more.

You told him many stories about you and your sister, Ronal, when you were training to become tsahìk; how much trouble you’d get yourself in with her, doing whatever teenagers did. Your favorite ones though were the ones where she’d cover for you when you snuck away with the handsome, brave, and charming young man you’d had a crush on; once you’d gotten caught with him past your curfew and your father threatened him for at least half an hour and scared him half to death. You giggled as you remembered. You continued that that boy was now your mate and father of your children.

He in return asked about your children, being curious about them. Starting with your eldest, your son A'onung, you described him as a brave troublemaker; he always hung out with his friends and was very caring toward his sister, even if he didn’t like showing it. A'onung loved his spirit brother as well and they’d spend a lot of time together once the tulkun returned.

Spider continued asking about your daughter; Tsireya. You started by telling him that she was a truly good-hearted and beautiful young lady who loved dancing and performing. She’s always be a performer when the tribe held celebrations or spiritual rituals. From time to time, you would teach her how to prepare medical remedies or how to lead sacred rituals. She was growing up so quickly and from what you’d seen, she had her eye on the youngest sully boy; Lo'ak.

Once you said that spider instantly asked how the sully's were doing. It didn’t surprise you, after all, they were kind of his family. You thought about it for a few seconds and then decided to tell him about how Lo'ak and A'onung went outside the reef. You’d never been so angry at A'onung in your life! Leading the poor boy out and stranding him there; who knows what could have happened? But after that little stunt, the boys seemed to get along better- even going as far as to say that they had become friends.

Next was the story about how Jake learned to ride a tsurak. It took a while because he didn’t want to start with an ilu; it would have hurt his pride too much. You both giggled. Jake had tried to tie his hand to the saddle grip but even that failed and he was left with some nasty leather burns. Spider confirmed that to Jake, like all men, his pride was one of the most important things.

Neytiri was a skilled warrior; so she decided to join the hunters. At first, she was just tasked with catching fish, but she wanted to hunt something bigger. So she forcefully made her place known amongst the others when she came back with a quite large deep-sea creature.

Spider and you talked for hours upon hours almost every day until you sent him off to bed. Then you were let alone in the dark room, having no items of comfort to keep you company. You thought about asking Spider for a few things, but you didn’t want to get him in trouble so you kept your lips sealed.

In the dark, the only thing that plagued your mind was your old life. The life you had just a little while ago. Oh how you wished you could return; not even getting the chance to tell your mate that you were with child again. What would happen if you didn’t return? How would you return? Your heart clenched and you placed your hand on your lower abdomen gently, hoping to comfort yourself and your baby as you tried to sleep.

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After you had sent Spider away, he decided to go talk to his father again. He’d seen how miserable you were in that tiny cell; you’d always curl up in a corner, trying to keep warm in the night. His mind was troubled with thoughts and just as he turned the corner to his father’s quarters, he bumped into someone. He looked up, wanting to apologize, and saw the familiar figure.

“Whatcha' doin' here kid?” Quaritch questioned while placing his hands on his hips, cocking his head to the side, and giving his son a questioning look.

“Uh- well… I wanted to talk to you,” he answered, “about the different room…”

Spider awkwardly moved his arms from side to side, looking away, not knowing what to do.

“Heh- I was just about to tell you the news,” he chuckled “I talked to some people and uuuh- told them to move her closer so that I can ‘keep an eye on her’” his fingers did little air quotes as he said it with a light mocking tone in his voice.

Spider's eyes lit up just a bit and he gave his father a genuine smile “Thanks Dad”

“No problem, kiddo” Quaritch sighed, a good feeling bubbling inside him at the thought of making his son happy; truly a strange feeling. He watched as Spider shuffled away, looking over his shoulder back at him, once or twice, cracking a smile as he turned the corner.

Spider had a little spring in his step; he couldn’t wait to tell you tomorrow! He continued thinking about what else he could do to bring you comfort. Maybe he’d ask what your favorite food was and get it when he joined his father on a mission again or he could ask if you’d like to do something like weaving or seeing, he could easily find the materials for that.

He finally wanted to see you smile; he wanted to see you happy for a change.

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The morning came and you were blinded by the bright light flickering on in the cell; same as ever. You tried to shield your eyes by covering them with your arm, trying to get a little more rest. Just then a wave of despair washed over you. You wanted to go home; you wanted to return to your family; to your children.

Tears welled up in your eyes, spilling over the edge and rolling down your cheeks. You tried rubbing them away but that only man’s it worse; all your locked-up feelings spilled over. Sitting up you curled up against the wall, not knowing what to do. Would they ever let you go? Would you have to stay in this horrible room forever? These thoughts made your heart crack and crumble. You tried so hard to stay strong; for yourself and the little life growing within your body, but it was all for nothing. Nothing had changed and you don’t even know for how long you’d been kept here. Too long. Something needed to change.

Suddenly your anguish turned to anger; it was like a feral beast woke inside you. Pushing yourself up to your feet you, took a few steps around the room, observing it once more like the thousands of times you’d done before, your tails swishing dangerously behind you. The room had one wall that looked different, similar to the water, you could see your reflection. It was so clear and you’d never seen something like it before. There had to be a reason why it was there. Could something be behind it? You couldn’t know for sure but as you walked closer and closer, you’d started bearing your fangs and claws. Just like that, you charged against the wall, banging your fists on it.

Little sounds came from behind the wall. Hah- so there was something there and you’d given it quite a scare. You continued, trying to get more reactions from the thing that hid behind the wall. This went on for quite a while until you heard the mechanical door open. Thinking it was the human boy, you lowered your guard. Big mistake. Six human soldiers came in and you started hissing again, taking a defensive stance. They walked over with hurried steps, taking your personal space. As one tried to touch you you pushed him away, sending him flying across the room. The others made quick pace and tried binding your wrists. You were busy shoving off two humans as a third grabbed your arm and fastened the orange cuff. Knowing what would come next you tried to get them all off you, never holding your hands close in fear of them being bound again.

It was no use, soon someone grabbed your second arm and pulled it behind your back, forcing the second cuff around your wrist, locking them together. You yelled and screamed as you tried to escape their clutches only to feel a sharp sting on the side of your neck. Suddenly you felt ever so drowsy, your eyes closing as if you had no control over them. Sinking to the floor, calming down you saw that the humans circled around you, talking. Then your eyelids fell shut and you lost consciousness.

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As soon as you had lost consciousness the soldiers calmed down. “So uh- what are we supposed to do with her now?” one asked. “They told us to just knock her out before something happens- wait a sec il call someone.” another answered. While he talked the others observed you. You looked different from the recoms; you were a lighter color and had a different body. They all looked at you weirdly, one even nudging you with their foot until they heard their colleague hang up the phone.

“I asked around and the lab rats said that they wanna have her, so I guess we’ll bring her there,” he claimed while shrugging his shoulders. “You two, go get a cart to load her up. I ain’t carrying that thing.”

Just as told, two left and came back a few minutes later with some sort of transportation device. They parked it next to you and awkwardly tried to lift you onto it. Finally, they managed by holding you under your arms and dragging you over the rough surface, scratching your back as they did so. When you were finally on the cart the first man turned around and motioned for the others to follow him. It wasn’t long until the group reached the large metal door that closed off the science lab from the outside.

One of the soldiers went up to the touchpad, silently punching in the code to make the door open. The cart wasn’t pushed in first, being followed by the other men. They’d not been here often and this place always put them on edge, for they didn’t know what would happen. Your turquoise skin glistened under the fluorescent lights of the lab, pulling all the attention towards you.

Just then a tall scientist in a pristine long white lab coat came into view.

The head scientist rubbed his hands together with glee as he looked at the unconscious Na'vi. "This is it," he said, his voice filled with excitement. "This is what we've been waiting for.” he looked around the little crowd of soldiers “Thanks for bringing her here, dismissed.”

They all gave him a little salute, turning to walk out again, but the last one of the group gave the scientists a dirty look. They shouldn’t be taking orders from a nerdy lab rat, he scoffed silently.

The man was still standing over you, inspecting your physical form. You’d been the first Na’vi of a different species to enter his workspace and he was definitely looking forward to running some tests, so he told his team to help him put you on one of the large examination tables. It took quite a few people but once up there they began checking your vitals.

As the head scientist listened for your heartbeat, he heard his name being called out.

“Dr. Matthew! A call just came in and General Ardmore is on her way to the lab to discuss something.” The younger scientist shouted as she ran over to the table. Dr. Matthew rose to his full height, placing the stethoscope to the side, and smoothing out his lab coat. “Did the general say what she wanted to discuss?” He asked with a bitter tone in his voice. He didn’t like when people messed with his work or gave him instructions on how and what to research. He didn’t become a top scientist only to be given orders by someone who doesn’t even understand his work.

“N-no… she didn’t specify…” the young woman said. Matthew noticed that she wasn’t on his usual team and she had a short lab coat, which meant that she was still studying. Could she be an intern? He thought to himself. So he skied “I haven’t seen you here a lot, are you an intern?”

“Oh- y-yea I just transferred from communications… seems they put me in the wrong unit when I came here.” She stuttered, avoiding eye contact with the experienced lab leader.

He hummed in response, walking past her to greet the general at the door. Just as he unlocked it he could see the frightening woman turn the corner. Putting his hands on his hips and slapping a smile on his face, he called out to her.

“General Ardmore! How nice of you to visit my lab. Can I help you with anything?” He asked with a smirk glued to his face, a slightly annoyed tone in his voice.

“I just got the news that the new specimen was delivered to you. What’s that about, I thought I told them to keep her in her cell,” she replied sternly.

The doctor sighed “Look, she went feral for a sec there and they asked me if I wanted her. Of course, I said yes! Do you know what we could do with her? We can sample her DNA and grow new avatars that are adaptable to water? And- there’s such a difference in species. You should see her- she, she looks completely different! Different body structure and everything!” he started rambling, clearly excited about the new discoveries he was going to make.

“Listen, I don’t care about all your sciency stuff alright? I need to make sure that we meet our clients' demands and that you don’t spend all your time and resources on your silly little avatar program. That feral beast belongs dead- six feet under! What are you going to do when she wakes up and goes wild again huh?” She prodded. To be honest, Dr. Matthew hadn’t thought about that, so he quickly tried to come up with something.

“Uhhh- uh well give her sedatives! Make sure she stays calm. But then again…” he started thinking.

“But then she won't be able to cooperate.” She finished for him.

“Yea… that…” he raised his hand to his chin and thought for a bit “Don’t worry, I’ll figure it out”

The general sighed and looked around the lab, seeming just the tiniest bit of you, laying on the table, motionless.

“You better, and don’t spend all your time on that thing. You hear me, doctor?”

“Yes ma’am. Will do.”

“Good. I'll leave you to it. I'll check in now and then to keep an eye on you understand?”

“All clear.” He followed up with a little two-finger salute as she turned on her heels and walked off, not looking back even once. Matthew let out a breath that he didn’t know he was holding, relieved that he managed to get her off his back. Even this was one of the more gentle encounters he had with her. Tough woman.

He walked past the open lab doors once more, closer to you. Someone handed him a checkboard that had all your vitals on it. What an efficient team he had. He looked over it with care, checking for anything abnormal but everything seemed fine. His eyes slowly shifted from the paper to your unconscious form. You were so mysterious and he had never wanted to examine something this much before. He had grown up, learning about the Pandora project and the Avatar program. He read all the books and studied hard just to be here, and now he was the first to see a new species of the indigenous people of the foreign planet. He was just itching to start running tests.

But he didn’t know where to start. What should he do first? He ran a hand through his hair, hoping t come up with a plan. In the end, he decided it was best to start fresh tomorrow. He made sure that the sedative was dosed correctly so that you wouldn’t wake up for at least another day. Then he told his team to hit the hay and get some rest. After all, tomorrow he needed them to be sharp as a knife, as they would start their examinations.

He himself was the last to leave, taking one last look and finally locking up the lab. He couldn’t wait for tomorrow, but first, he had all night to organize his plans for you. Oh, how exciting!

[selfproclaimedunicorn]

Yorick and Aegon friendship Feelings - "Do not speak to me like I'm a child"

Lmao, thank you for indulging my mental unwellness about The Boys™️. I love their weird cousin-brothers-father figure/son figure dynamic

“Care to explain what you’re doing?”

The unexpected voice of his lord cousin coming from behind him caused Aegon to startle so much he banged his head on the barrel he had just been trying to make out the contents of. He took a few steps back as he swore under his breath. Seven hells, fucking of course Yorick had known he would be here. He knew everything, apparently.

Hands came to his shoulders and his forehead as he was spun around to face the Lord of Runestone and prodded to see if he’d bumped his forehead against the wine barrel hard enough to leave a mark. It was unexpected and unwelcome and would no doubt stop being so soft soon.

“Are you alright? You are not hurt, are you?”

He batted his cousin’s hands away, scowling and groaning with as much disdain as if he were pushing Aemond away when the little twat was being a know-it-all about some matter of history Aegon didn’t care about. “Don’t speak to me like I’m a child!”

Lord Royce let out an amused snort, and he looked almost as surprised by the sound as Aegon felt. “And how should I be speaking to someone who is still a child, then?”

He balled his hands into fists as he glared up at the man, of course he was taller than him too. “I am three and ten, that is close enough to a man grown! Especially where you are concerned. A little respect for a prince of the realm would be nice, Lord Royce.”

“I am checking on you because I respect you, I will not be having said prince of the realm bashing his brains out in my home. Especially not when he is my younger cousin. What kind of man would I be if I ignored your injury?”

Aegon blinked like some kind of doe-eyed idiot and let his lord cousin go back to examining him for a bruise or a lump or whatever it was he was checking his forehead for. What should he care so much for? His sire certainly didn’t. Dithering, bald fool with his stupid books and his stupid model of Valyria and his stupid fixation on the two boys he’d call Aegon instead of his own name. This one was probably just hoping to parade around his personal care for the king’s oldest son for extra points with the old man.

He growled, and shoved his cousin away. Lord Royce looked confused, and then the expression melted away to something unreadable but familiar. Far away, embarrassed, almost fearful. The look in his cousin’s eyes made his chest feel tight and hot and he almost cared, but Aegon whipped around to look the other way and the feeling left once he was no longer in his sight.

“I-I apologize for overstepping.”

“Good. Now leave me be so we can both get ready for tomorrow,” Aegon’s reply was snippy as he went back to the row of barrels he’d been examining to find what would be the best to crack open, “I’m sure you’re beside yourself for His Grace’s arrival.”

“That’s what this is? You’re getting drunk because his ship arrives tomorrow?” There was unexpected vitriol in Lord Royce’s voice as he spoke about the king. It brought the warm ache in his chest back, and it was like when he’d first laid eyes on the golden hatchling the man’s sister had brought before him. Aegon growled again, intent on beating the feeling back. This was not kinship. Never kinship, only judgment.

“He won’t care if I’m hungover, so just let me find your Arbor red in peace.” He snapped, running his hand over the top of one of the wine barrels.

His lord cousin’s hand went around his wrist to stop his movement. The touch was firm, but surprisingly gentle; his mother, his sire, Cole on occasion, even his grandsire the handful of times they’d visited Oldtown would all grab so hard that it left bruises on his arms or his wrists or his jaw…this would not bruise though. For someone who was friends with his sister, who was the son of the uncle he heard all manner of monstrous stories about, who rode the fucking Cannibal, who held and no doubt preened under the favor of King Viserys, Lord Yorick Royce had an unexpectedly soft touch. Aegon looked up at him again, pale eyes narrowed. Even his expression was softer than he expected of “the son King Viserys wished he had.”

“Has Alicent not told you anything?”

“What would my mother have to tell me about you that I would want to hear? She no doubt likes you more too!” He wanted to bite his cousin’s head off, and if they’d been outside maybe Sunfyre would have come out of the mountains where he roosted with Vermithor and Silverwing to do it for him.

At Aegon’s outburst, a mournful sort of sympathy entered Lord Royce’s bright purple eyes. Great, now he pitied him…or, maybe it wasn’t pity? Maybe…maybe his cousin understood him? He wanted to tamp down the spark of hope, to drown himself, perhaps literally, in one of the barrels of wine and never again face his sire or the dead son or the living man who haunted him.

“Do you hate him too?” His words, barely above a whisper, were not supposed to come out, and Aegon wanted to cringe so hard he collapsed in on himself. He didn’t though, he just kept looking up at his lord cousin, his lips parted and his eyes wide. Expectant. Hopeful.

He released his hold on Aegon’s wrist as he spoke, and his words were just as quiet, “I do.”

The tiny spark ignited. The hope didn’t make a raging inferno, but it was warm and comfortable and made Aegon so giddy he was almost manic. He gesticulated uselessly, hands fluttering as he grinned. “You get it. You…well you won’t stop me now. In fact, help me get one open. I don’t even care which one anymo–” He yelped like a struck dog when his cousin grabbed the shoulders of his doublet and yanked him away from the row of shelves he was about to search for the mallet to get the stopper out of the barrel. Even when pulling him away from his prize, the Lord of Runestone was gentle.

“Oh no you don’t!”

“But you understand!” Aegon whined and it sounded pathetic. He wanted to stop caring again, but the fire of hope and understanding was burning too strongly to get smothered back down.

“I do, Aegon, but I am not going to change myself to indulge how you see fit to deal with living with His Grace. I cannot stop you while you are at The Red Keep, but when you are in my home, you will accept the help I offer you.”

“You want to help me by making me miserable? What are you, a septon?”

“If you greet the king tomorrow morning when he is carried up from the harbor, and you are hungover or, gods forbid, drunk, what do you think he will do?” Yorick asked, releasing one of his shoulders so he could come stand at his side instead of behind him.

“Wish he were drunk too?” He joked, barely holding back a manic giggle.

“Most likely, yes; but I’ve known that man longer than you, and I won’t sit back and ignore that knowledge to let him jump on the easy opportunity to compare us to your face. You cannot give him such low hanging fruit, Aegon, he isn’t foolish enough to ignore something so easy.”

“I can tune it out, I always do.” He didn't fight against Yorick’s hold, he did not want to burn through the good will and turn his touch bruising, but he did reach futilely back towards the shelves where the supplies for getting into the wine were kept.

“You should not have to just ignore him, Aegon. And so I am going to do for you what was done for me when I was your age.”

“What's that?”

“I will keep His Grace occupied from upsetting you. However, I dislike him a great deal more than Lord Baratheon, so I ask for a favor in return.”

“Do not drink?” Aegon asked, dejected.

“Do not make his comparing us easy, because I do not want to hear it either. Now come on,” Yorick fully released him, and carefully straightened his doublet for him, “let's find something to occupy your time and get your mind off of all this. I am sure my children and their cousins could use someone older for one of their games.” With that he gently ushered Aegon in front of him and steered him back out to Runestone’s main rooms.

“I don't want to play their baby games, can't I spend time with you?” He wanted to stay around the man with the sincere care and the gentle touch, who felt infinitely more like what a father was probably supposed to feel like.

Yorick laughed as he responded, “try them first. If you do not have fun I will be in the Great Hall with my brother and the Manderlys.”

[thatonesalmonlingnamedspike]

the weirdest fucking thing just happened - a storytime on tumblr

OKAY. SO. HERE WE GO. THIS WAS... SOMETHING.

so pretty much my father is the co-owner of a small little cafe(since his brother, and my uncle was the owner and they're super close) that's named after the name of my grandfather, so lets just call it... Cup's. [[ REDACTED ]]. i like to help the both of them cook things(despite often setting things on fire.) and take some orders. HERE'S WHERE IT GETS INTERESTING.

very few of the customers know i'm the adopted kid of the co-owner of the place, who i'll call Salmon. him, the co-owner, works there as an employee as well. one day, on a weekend, this random Karen and her bratty kid walk in. now, as it was a weekend, it was a bit busy. i'm usually just a waiter on these kinds of days, since i'm no good under pressure, especially with food. i walk over to the Karen's table, with this usual dumb, big smile, and receive there order. now, i don't exactly remember what she ordered, probably a sandwich or something, and i went to the kitchen to give her order. i was standing next to the register with this nice dude who worked there, looking for people that needed anything, and then i spot the kid, running around, screaming, stepping on people's feat, touching, eating, and knocking over people's food. the mother didin't seem to care, and was now very annoyed by this, and i put my hand on the kid's shoulder while he was running. and just stared at him, and told him not to run around in the best voice i could muster, and he started crying and ran back to his mother.

(guys i'm notorious for making 5 year olds cry in a Walmart with my neutral expression that looks like a death glare don't judge me)

his mother was fuming because of this, and came to me stomping, and this is how the conversation went down. the entitled mother said, "How dare you stop my child?" Me: "He was running around and was annoying other people, didn't you see? He was touching their food!" Entitled Mother: "He's a child! He can do whatever he wants to do!" Me: "Well, yea, but not unless under supervision." Entitled Mother: "Do you even KNOW WHO I AM?" Me Thinking: "Ah, sh*t, here we go again. I've seen enough of this to know how *THIS* is gonna go." I knew what was gonna happen, so i thought of playing along. Me: "No, ma'am, i don't." Entitled Mother: "Well then you should know i am the WIFE OF THE OWNER OF THIS RESTURANT! And you have made a HUGE mistake and i will make sure your face will NEVER be seen here again, because you're getting fired!" Me, thinking in my head: "HUH?! I thought she'd go for a sister or friend but she went for a wife, and now we're gonna have some fun." "Ma'am, I don't think you even know his-" (imma call my dad by 'salmon') Entitled Mother: "HIS NAME IS SALMON!" i was kinda shocked that she knows my dad's name. very few people knew that anyway. Me: "Ma'am, i'm very sorry i acted rude towards your son, but please, don't get me fired." Entitled Mother: "Well, you should have thought about that before you stopped my son from having fun." Me: "B-But ma'am, he was anno-" Entitled Mother: "SHUT UP!!" i don't do very well against someone yelling at me, so i was literally about to just cry right then and there..... she goes to the register and asks for the manager. my dad came out and talked to her about what happened since my uncle was out sick. Entitled Mother: "Your employee has been harassing my son! I want him fired NOW!" Salmon looked at me and said, My Dad/Salmon: "I'm sorry for the inconvenience, but i can't just fire them without any reason." Entitled Mother: "Do you even know who you're talking to? I'm the wife of the owner of Cup's! And i can't stand the employee here." my dad got the biggest grin on his face and started laughing. Entitled Mother: "WHY ARE YOU LAUGHING?" My Dad/Salmon: "I'm sorry, i'm telling you, again, i'm sorry for the inconvenience caused, would you like to have a refund?" the entitled mother went into total rage mode. Entitled Mother: "You know what?! I'm calling my husband, and complaining about you and your employee, i will get BOTH of you FIRED!" now the way that she got my dad's phone number is because we had it on a board outside as we gave home deliveries so that people would order on call and you would get it dropped off. so she called that phone number, and my dad's phone rang. Karen, the E.M., was shocked. he picked up the phone, and with this smug Hat Kid smile, said, My Dad/Salmon: "Yello, this is the co-owner of Cup's, how can i help you?" Karen's face went from red to complete white. like if blood was drained from her. he then said, My Dad/Salmon: "Yes, I'm the co-owner and the manager of Cup's, and you, are in no way me or my brother's wife, and the employee you want to be fired is my child." she looked at me, and i just could not hold back my laughter anymore. and just then, her order was ready. but until then, she was already embarrassed enough with the whole time, her kid crying in the background. she dragged her kid crying by the arm, and didin't even take the order. i got to eat her order after that while sitting outside. :)

[brainfilehasstoppedworking]

Takaaki checked the magazine of his hand gun. "Hm. Let's be careful from here on out." Takaaki told Takemichi. Takemichi finished cleaning whatever stains that were left on his bat, nodding. "Yeah, okay." He agreed. Takaaki breathed in deeply and continued forward in front of Takemichi.

Takaaki looked back at the blond boy, "Are you alright? Any injuries?" He asked. Takemichi shook his head. "'M fine.." He answered. "Don't tag too far behind. It's not safe." Takaaki added. "Got it." Takemichi answered.

Takaaki didn't like how awkward it was.

But that was how they were. Awkward silence between them.

Takaaki did kind of run into The Crazy Diamonds when the world was…normal. And Takemichi remembered nobody liking Takaaki. Nor any other officers. Now here they were, protecting and following each other for as long as they could. For as long as the Warriors are around.

Takaaki sort of grew attached to Takemichi, seeing him as his own. It wasn't because he wanted someone to be like Kiyotaka. Kiyotaka couldn't be replaced. And he'd never think of the blond as such. He was unique in of himself. He cared for that kid, he really felt like his own son…

Though, he did know Takemichi didn't see him as any father figure. The bond he had with the Owada brothers was stronger than this.

"Takaaki." Takemichi called out for. Takaaki stopped and looked at him. "Yes?" He said.

"…Ya know. I never had a good relationship with my dad. He seemed to have hated me the moment I was born." The teen started.

Huh?

"Mondo 'n Daiya took me in when I joined their gang. Treated me like I was their brother. I liked that life. Even when Daiya died, I was still happy with Mon…" Takemichi smiled in sorrowful fondness. Takaaki listened quietly. "Then I lost them both when Mondo died as well." Takemichi breathed in. "I…" He looked up at Takaaki.

"Ya know what? Nevermind. 'S stupid." Takemichi ended the conversation and stayed silent. "What? Tell me, Takemichi." Takaaki said, crossing his arms. "It's just…ever since them I never really found anyone to really care for like any family." Takemichi sighed.

"But…" Takemichi strode over to Takaaki, hugging him. "Yer like…like the dad I never really got. Yer not perfect, no way. But ya seem to care. 'N I really care about you, too. I wish you were my dad instead of that fucker who actually was." Takemichi said. He wasn't sure if now was the right time to be vulnerable. But he wanted Takaaki to know.

He saw how much Takaaki cared. The small moments where he'd just be nice. Or sort of affectionate. Like a hand on his shoulder or a small word of praise. It wasn't…wasn't something big. But to Takemichi it meant everything. He noticed that Takaaki would cover him and try to protect him best he could against whatever threat appeared.

Even through silence, Takaaki was still caring.

Takemichi was grateful for him.

Takaaki wrapped his arms around Takemichi finally, he sort of hesitated a bit. "I would've liked that." He responded softly. "You can live with me when the end of the world is over. If you'd like that?" Takaaki asked.

"Ya gonna adopt me, Old Man?"

"Well…I guess so. Would you want to be my son?" Takaaki asked.

"'Course I would. I wouldn't have said shit if I didn't." Takemichi joked, laughing. "I guess you're right." Takaaki smiled. The two stayed in an embrace for a few more seconds before pulling apart. "We should go, it's still not safe to just stand around." Takaaki said, his face going back to its serious look. Takemichi nodded, "Yer right. Let's go."

Takaaki nodded as well and wrapped an arm around Takemichi as they walked.

[earmo-imni]

Just read your fic!!! ❤️💛❤️ here’s a meme ficlet. As a treat.

Meliodas technically earning his title of traitor the same way he technically earned his title of commandment of love is so funny to me

The Demon King: *cursing Meliodas and Elizabeth* this should teach you to defy ME your MAKER your KING and then double down on it when I show you the pointlessness and utter foolishness of your rebellion like some sort of slobbering lap dog

Meliodas, wandering the human kingdoms: *commits treason with an Elizabeth*

DK: wh. What.

Meliodas: *commits treason with an Elizabeth*

DK: no.

Meliodas: *commits an even more elaborate and audacious treason with an Elizabeth*

DK: you cannot keep this up. This coping mechanism of yours is not only straight bonkers but as hopeless as you standing against me

Meliodas: *commits treason by himself* *commits treason* *commits-*

The Demon King: I fucking. If I had made you piety instead would you have still done this. Do I even want to know what is going on in your brain

DK: at least I have one sane son. Zeldris?

Zeldris, who has been technically commiting treason by being his own person since childhood:

DK: ...Zeldris? What do you have there?

Zel: uh...

Gelda: :3

DK: that can be fixed.

DK: wait...

DK: child of mine. Faithful servant. Harbringer of death. what are THOSE

Zel: ... dreams of a peaceful demon realm..?

DK:

DK: ...

Zeldris: it's okay. Don't try to pretend you understand what autonomy and human rights are. We all know you don't. And yes I talked to my people about that.

DK: how dare you. I understand exactly. what I don't understand, is how you're so stupid you think your sleep habits have anything to do with this

Zeldris:

DK: whatever you're going through that's making you...think... I'm sure it's all in your head. Just a little juvenile sickness. A bit more weakness to stamp out. Just explain and I can clear it all up for you.

Zeldris, exasperated: I was having ideas without your explicit permission. Something that norm-

DK: UNDER MY ROOF??? Well, I suppose I should have expected that from someone like you, but why are you disobeying me right now?

Zel: vague passive aggressive guesturing

DK: come now. You won't think your little rebellion could possibly be coming from some rational place in your mind, do you?

Zeldris: no father. We all know treason grows from the ass, not from deliberate choices influenced by past experiences. where the hell did you think Meliodas got his treasonous thoughts from. You, dumbass! FROM LIVING HERE WITH YOU!

Meliodas, actively commiting more treason: sup little bro

Zeldris: traITOR

Zeldris: omg why are you... w h y...Okay it doesn't matter just stay away from me we all know you only care about peace and Elizabeth

Meliodas:

Zeldris: 👀...U...unless...?

Zeldris: hey... COME TO THE DEMON REALM SOMETIME. TO HELP REBUILD THE CASTLE AND THE CITY. Okay bye brother see you later

The DK, watching them from hell: FORGIVENESS?? forgiveness is for chumps literally what are you doing. Treason this is so much treason

Bonus!

- Zeldris and Meliodas, drinking tea in the demon realm -

Meliodas: I like the new throne chairs you picked, very nice

Zeldris: I'm surprised you didn't throw yourself onto them the first time you saw them

Meliodas: that would be disrespectful. Now as for father’s throne I vote we throw it out into the wilderness and make it a tourist trap

Zeldris: a what

Meliodas: for lovers

Zeldris: whut

Meliodas: come on. The symbolism. You know what I'm talking about

Zeldris. Of course but I'm surprised you have the... The energy to conceive of that. What with the infant and all. I figured you would be... Half dead that's why I invited you over here for so long. You look very alive though

Zeldris: also the baby is right there

Tristian, who was of course brought along for the first couple hours of this visit bc yes and also it will be easier for Ellie to pry their son out of his arms this way: :D

Zeldris: aren't you going to like. Tone it down when you're around him

Meliodas: nah

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Hope you enjoyed! Have a great day!

Lmaooooooooooo this is great, I love it. As horrifying as it is to consider the possibility that just being your own person might be considered treason under the Demon King, it does make for some very funny jokes.

Also thanks to this I am actively coming up with possible ideas for a “Five Times Meliodas Committed Treason and One Time He Didn’t,” which is probably going to turn out angstier than the title would suggest.

So far I’ve got:

A Robin Hood-esque situation where Elizabeth Number ?? is the Robin Hood figure and Meliodas is the sidekick supporting her and her band of merry men rogues in her quest to overthrow the king and save the common folk (featuring Meliodas getting captured and almost hung before Elizabeth saves him, both of them getting captured and actually hung, or both)

Literally Just Dishonored (basically: Meliodas as the bodyguard of an empress and her daughter (Elizabeth); empress gets assassinated, her daughter kidnapped, and Meliodas gets accused of treason and thrown in prison. Eventually he escapes and proceeds to rescue little Elizabeth, bring down the people responsible for everything (thus debatably committing actual treason), and restore Elizabeth to the throne. Or she dies again for some reason.

…She’s probably going to die in most of these, isn’t she.

At least there would be cute platonic Melizabeth feat: baby Elizabeth?)

The story of Diarmuid and Grainne but it’s Meliodas and Elizabeth instead (iirc: Diarmuid was one of the greatest of an ancient Irish king’s warriors, but was too beautiful for his own good, as the king’s fiancée, Grainne, fell in love with him. Diarmuid and Grainne run away for the sake of love and go into hiding, pursued by the rest of the king’s warriors. Grainne gets pregnant only for Diarmuid to die protecting her from a wild boar and also because his friend and leader of the king’s warriors refuses to betray his king by helping Diarmuid). I’m not entirely sure this counts as treason, but like. It could. Also not sure how I feel about Elizabeth getting pregnant prior to her curse getting broken. Or how to avoid this ending in a demon-goddess hybrid baby several centuries too early.

OOH WHAT ABOUT PIRATE MELIZABETH! Okay, so Meliodas is a ship captain turned privateer, tasked by the queen of such and such kingdom with fighting off pirates. Meliodas goes after the most famous one of them all, only to discover it’s Elizabeth! He then betrays the kingdom to join her. This probably also ends in both of them getting executed, just for piracy this time.

…Okay, I’ve actually checked the definition of treason now, and I don’t think the Diarmuid and Grainne idea would count as treason, but the other three probably would.

You know what would be really funny? The Sins/Zeldris/both somehow hearing all these stories about ancient traitors, figuring out that they were all Meliodas/Meliodas+Elizabeth, and just going up to him and going “What the fuck”

Anyway if you have any ideas (that you would be willing to let me use) or thoughts on my ideas, please do let me know! This is fun hehe

[yesyourstalker]

Neta: mahi help me with the frosty fest decorations. Hand me a ladder.

Mahi: so...... Uh.... How was your holiday? Was it.... Was it uhh nice?

Neta: yeah it was just cirrina and I this year. I made lobster dinner with herb butter.

Mahi: That sounds good

Neta: it was kind of rubbery. I'm not that much of a cook. Ikkan went to Krillarney and with his brother. He said it was nice but didn't go into full detail. How about you?

Mahi: ehhhhh I went to Warabi's house for dinner he also took Baja with him. Usually it's just something that we do, just the two of us but you know it's fine........I don't care if he wants to add someone else to our tradition. It's whatever. I used to have dinner with my grandpa..... Before...... Before he passed away.

Neta: oh yeah... I remember, I'm so sorry. Can you hold the ladder? Got a thing this stupid thing up..

Mahi: Yeah my grandfather was pretty great. He was really cool he used to be an admiral in the military.

Neta: That's interesting I'm actually a captain now. I've been a captain for years. I'm just getting my uniform in badges. I don't understand what took him so long to contact-

Mahi: HOW DO YOU KNOW MY GRANDPA BEHI!!!

Neta: wah!- Ah! ...FUCK!... ahhhh my back!! Cod damn it!! Why is it always me?!!

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Doctor: You have a herniated disc. The good news is you don't need surgery. All you need is at least 6 days of bed rest and maybe a heating pad and you should be fine. Here's your prescription for anti-inflammatories.

Neta: great. That's fantastic.

Cirrina: we should sue them! They almost killed you

Mahi: If I wanted to kill him I would have done it already. A little twerp.

Cirrina: shut up!!! My dad's in the hospital because of you!!

Neta: ok ok Iets not fight. Cirrina don't be so aggressive to Mahi and Mahi calm down alright Don't yell at my daughter. Also you can't kill me.

Mahi:..................

Neta: second off cirrina crab cakes. Take my wallet, go to the vending machine and get whatever you want okay and to talk to my employee for a second.

Cirrina: ok daddy

Neta:................... So... Mahi..... Let's talk about your grandfather.

Mahi: can I just say that I'm sorry. I wasn't holding the ladder correctly and I didn't catch you when you fell. But I'm being honest........ If I did catch you I would be the one in the hospital bed because you're two times bigger than me and you're getting kind of fat. Which is good!!! because you used to look scrawny as fuck! Any way you would of crushed me.

Neta: ...........................you didn't need to add the fat part but ok . Cod you're blunt.....*sigh*....... So the old man is your grandpa. Hehehe small world.

Mahi: yeah. So....... How do you know him?

Neta: He used to visit me all the time in the E ward... Used to talk to me, bring me gifts..........just visit me and was there when I needed him. More than any adult in my life at the time.

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Behi: morning Cora I'm just here to visit Neta

Nurse: just in time too. Damn kid been acting out all week, throwing his meal replacement, fighting nurse when he gets cleaned, we can't take him to group therapy anymore. For a kid who can barely speak full sentences he's becoming a problem.

Behi: let me see what I can do. He's in his room?

Nurse: yeah he knocked out right now. Since his father visited he's become a pain

Behi: let me see what I can do *knock knock* Neta. You up? hey son what's- woah hey what's with the hostile welcome! I thought you liked the cushion.

Neta:............*huff*..... Leave

Behi: no. I don't think I'm going to do that, sit down. Can you tell me what happened? What's got you acting like this?

Neta:.....................................

Behi: not talking I see. Well Neta you should know this by now that these people are here to help you. And they can't help you if you push them away and lash out. You know that.

Neta:................................

Behi:.......................................

Neta:.........................

Behi: If you can't tell me what's wrong, can you at least tell me how I can fix what's wrong?

Neta:..................*sniff*.......*crying*

Behi: ok. Ok, come here kid.....

Neta: *sobbing*....... I don't want to be here!! He was supposed to take me home but he left me!! *Sobbing* I hate him! I hate him! I FUCKING HATE HIM!

Behi:.................

Neta: *sobbing*

Behi: *sigh*..............

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Mahi: are you sure you want to drive?

Neta: Mahi I've seen you drive before I already have one hospital bill, I don't need another one.

Cirrina: I can drive?

Mahi: in total my car? no!

Cirrina: Your car is already totaled It looks like you got it out of the junkyard!

Neta: can you please stop fighting. I'm trying to drive uhhh oh back.

Neta: sorry Neta

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Neta: home sweet home. Ok....... Mahi can you unlock my door? Thank you. Cupcakes go to my room in the closet. They're the purple blanket. It's a heated one. Take it out, put it on the couch and turn it on. Put it on setting 4

Cirrina: ok

Neta: ok...... Now Mahi set me down slowly.

Mahi:like this?

Neta: yes.......*sigh*....... Thank you, crab cakes.......... Mahi sit down, make yourself at home...... I would say but you probably already did considering you have broken into my apartment...........multiple times.......... I'm not going to pretend that I don't notice missing mugs and my vinyl collection is out of alphabetical order

Mahi: ok Baja did that. I just wanted to see my grandpa's medals.

Neta: Oh you want to see your grandfather's stuff?.... It's upstairs. I'm not going up. I think I'm just going to be sleeping on the couch....

Mahi: Yeah I already saw them. It's pretty cool that he was kind of like your grandpa too right.

Neta: mmmmm Yeah he was........ Can you do me a favor?

Mahi: Yeah

Neta: I need you to go to my fridge on the top shelf there's brownies wrapped in plastic wrap. Give me one brownie. just one.

Mahi: All right. Can I have one?

Neta: you broke into my apartment. You almost break my back and then you want one of my weed brownies. no!

Mahi:.........

Neta: you can get half

Mhai: yes........ Hey boss?

Neta: yeah

Mahi: you have another picture of..... My grandpa

Neta: hmmm there's a photo book in the TV stand..... might be one in that book.

Mahi:..................... A lot of baby pictures..............

Neta: That's my little Cici. Isn't she cute?

Mahi: no................. I found him........ He looks so young, Looks like me. Hehehe...

Neta: take it. It's yours.

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Mahi: I'm home! Warabi I'm-.......... What are you doing?

Baja: oh hey Mahi

Mahi: what are you doing in my bed?

Baja: well you see since you weren't here I didn't have to sleep on the floor and Warabi offered me a space-

Mahi: get out of the bed

Baja: ok

Warabi: mahi where the fuck were you?

Mahi: in the hospital

Warabi: what happened? Why were you in the hospital?

Mahi: Neta fell off a ladder and hurt his back and then we got high anyway.... Can you get a picture frame?

Warabi:...........Ok.... The shit you get yourself into mahi

Mahi yay Mahi's there @fish-at-fish-fish-resort

[mermaid--bride]

Diabolik Lovers || Dark Waters - Maria Dark Route [Dark Epilogue]

Monologue

My whole life I felt stuck

Like I was trapped

My parents tried their best to give me whatever I wanted and needed

Still... that need for freedom seemed to consume me

For years I played along

I pushed all of my dreams away

My parents loved me after all

They wanted to keep me safe

So as long as I was safe, there was no reason to complain

... right?

--Scene starts in a black void

Maria: ... Where am I...?

I can’t see a thing...

???: Lilith...

Maria: Eh?

(Is someone else here...?)

???: This way... Lilith...

Maria: ...!

(Wait... There’s light over there!)

(Is that... a tree...?)

--Eden tree appears with a flash

Maria: ... Wow...

So beautiful...!

(Oh, there are fruits on it! These might be the reddest apples I’ve ever seen!)

???: Will Lilith enjoy this new chance given to her?

Maria: ... New chance...?

???: The one replaced by Eve... could ever reclaim her place by Adam’s side?

Maria: ... ...

???: Lilith...

*Black fade*

--Maria wakes up in her room

Maria: ... ...

(A dream...)

... ...Eh...?

(... A leaf? How did it get here!?)

*Knock knock*

Reiji: Maria, are you awake already?

Maria: Yes, I am!

Reiji: Good! Do not make us late! We have to be at home in time for our monthly dinner tonight.

Maria: ... Alright... I’ll be downstairs soon!

(... Guess I’ll have to think about this later...)

*Timeskip*

--Scene changes to the living room

Reiji: Alright, everyone. It is time for our monthly dinner. Please, head towards the dining room immediately.

Subaru: Why do we have to keep making those!? We don’t even need food to survive and spending time together is hella irritating!

Ayato: I’m with Subaru on this one. This is just getting ridiculous!

Reiji: If you have any complaints, I suggest you take them to our father, as it was him who determined for us to have such tradition.

Kanato: This is so upsetting...

Say, Teddy... It is unfair that we are forced to do unpleasant things even when that man is not around, is it not?

Yui: Well...I think it’s quite nice to have at least one night in the month to do something together though...

Maria: I agree with you, but they’re not exactly the kind of family who would enjoy that, if you ask me...

Subaru: She’s right. Even if we’re brothers, that doesn’t mean we have to enjoy each other’s company.

Laito: So mean, Subaru-kun~ I bet this is secretly your favorite night of the month, no~?

Subaru: Haah? What the hell gave you that idea!?

*crash*

Reiji: Haa, good grief... Yet another hole on the wall... At this rate I wonder for how long the house will stay up...

Shu: Pwah... Let’s just get this over with. I need to sleep after we’re done.

???: One moment, please!

Reiji, Shu and Subaru: !?

Ayato, Kanato and Laito: !!

Maria and Yui: ...?

*door opens*

--Karlheinz walks in

Karlheinz: Good evening, my sons. As well for the two ladies~

Ayato: ... No way...

Laito: ... ...

Reiji: Fathe... You finally made it!!

Karlheinz: Indeed, Reiji. I apologise for my constant absence.

Subaru: Would have been best if it stayed that way...

Karlheinz: Oh? Could it be Subaru is not pleased by the presence of his own father?

Subaru: Tch...!

Karlheinz: Either way, allow me to introduce myself to you both.

Komori Yui. Ramos Maria.

I am the one known as Karlheinz; King of vampires and the father of all these boys you have been living with.

I am pleased to see you two seem to be in such good state. Have you been enjoying your time in this house?

Yui: ... Um...

Maria: Err...

Yui: Well... we have some good moments...

Maria: Yeah... 

Karlheinz: Fufufu sounds like a satisfactory answer.

Well then. Let us begin our family dinner, shall we?

Maria: (So this is their father... He sure is a handsome man, but...)

(... The air around him feels so heavy and scary...)

(I should probably be careful while he’s around.)

*Timeskip*

*sounds of cutlery*

Maria: ... ...

Yui: ... ...

Reiji: ...

Maria: (I don’t think I’ve ever been to a more awkward dinner in my life...)

(No one has said a single word so far... It’s really disturbing...)

Karlheinz: ... ...

Ahem... Alright everyone! Dinner is over! Thank you for joining me tonight!

--All of the brothers and the two girls get up and start leaving

Karlheinz: Wait a moment, Maria-san!

Maria: Hm?

Karlheinz: How would you like taking a stroll with me around the garden? I would like to know about your experience in Japan, so far.

Maria: Ah... Sure, I wouldn’t mind it at all.

Karlheinz: Splendid! In that case, please do accompany me.

--Scene changes to the garden

Karlheinz: So how have you been enjoying your stay?

Maria: It’s been... quite different from what I expected...

(How do I say it without sounding rude or displeased...?)

For starters, I did not expect to be living in a mansion, let alone with vampires.

I also didn’t expect to be in such a high class school or even that I’d be studying at night.

Karlheinz: Does all of this bother you?

Maria: Not really...

(Sure, some unpleasant thing have happened... and I surely don’t like the way some of them treat me.)

(Specially Laito...)

(But to say I hate all this... I guess I’d be exaggerating.)

(Even if my life is at risk sometimes... somehow it just makes everything even more exciting.)

(Although...)

Maria: ... I do miss my family a lot... My dad hasn’t contacted me since I arrived at the house... and it’s like none of my attempts or texts reach him or  my sister...

I can’t help but wonder why... He’s always so worried about me, constantly asking for news no matter where I go...

It’s weird... for him to forget me like that...

Karlheinz: Perhaps he has decided it would be best to take some distance so you could better enjoy your experience?

Maria: ... Maybe... ...

(It still feels off though...)

Karlheinz: Relax, my dear...

Maria: Eh...?

(He is... cupping my cheek...)

(His hand feels so cold...)

(And his eyes... I didn’t realize until now, but... they have such a beautiful golden color...)

Karlheinz: I am responsible for you during all the time you stay here and I want to make sure you are as safe and comfortable as possible.

If it eases your heart, I can give your father an update on your situation so he will not worry about you. How does it sound?

Maria: ... Yes... that sounds good...

Monologue

We continued our walk through the dark garden

The moon made it extremely pleasant

That man gave me wings

He opened the doors to a new world to me

I can’t mess up

I must endure whatever comes my way

No matter the cost

--End of Dark epilogue

[zealouskittenfox]

Chapter 3 of The Leap YR Fanfic

https://archiveofourown.org/works/60107371/chapters/153372289

“It’s already started,” Erik said more to himself than to the angel.

“What has?” the angel asked.

“He’s all alone. Mom and Dad have each other to comfort them, but who does Wille have? They haven’t even seen him yet, and he’s been home for two hours.”

Erik was looking at Wilhelm sitting on his bed. It worried him that his little brother wasn’t crying. Wille was the emotional one. He cried hard, or he yelled. But lately, since he became a teenager, he’d been bottling things up. Erik knew he was partly to blame for that. He remembered telling Wille once that it didn’t matter what he felt inside; it was what people saw on the outside that mattered.

On the screen, Wille got up off his bed and went over to his dresser, grabbing his cell phone. Now the screen was showing Wille’s phone screen.

“Are there cameras in my brother’s room?” Erik asked.

“No, that would be an invasion of privacy.”

“Then how can we see him and what’s on his screen?”

“What part of ‘angel’ don’t you get?”

“The part where you never actually gave me a name.”

Erik was sure this was an angel—at first. But would an angel really get glee from someone’s agony?

“Caught me. Alright, I’m not an angel. More like a gatekeeper.”

“Like Saint Peter? Or Cerberus?”

“Yeah, something like that. Let’s continue. It’s time for your funeral.” That was a vague answer.

As Erik looked back at the screen, he felt a pang in his chest as it flickered to his funeral service. It wasn’t like he thought it would be. Mostly because he actually never thought of his funeral. He was only twenty-one years old. That was nothing. Why had he been driving so recklessly? He looked at his mother, the strong woman, who now looked so upset. Not even when his grandfather died did she cry. Maybe both he and his mother had been teaching Wille wrong. But she was crying now. His father looked tired and barely holding on. Wille looked…broken.

“Hey, kid,” he said to the TV, knowing Wille couldn’t hear him but continuing anyway. “I know this is hard, but you’re stronger than you think. You stood up to the Queen of Sweden when you didn’t want to eat your vegetables at five years old. That’s strong.”

“Or very foolish,” the not-angel said.

“That’s my brother for you. Strong and foolish. I need to call you something. Give me a name.”

“Just call me Lura.”

“Fool. Fitting. I guess it’ll do.”

Erik looked back at the screen, and now his family was sitting down to eat in their living quarters—a table and chairs just big enough for the four of them. A tradition his grandfather started. Dinners, when not entertaining, should be small and private. The cook would bring the food up, and they would serve themselves.

While his mother spoke to Wille, she wasn’t really asking. She was telling him.

“Ever since I was born, I knew I would inherit the Crown from Dad. But I had time to adjust and adapt. And so did Erik.”

Had she not noticed Wille wasn’t even looking at her?

She continued. “But now it’s you and your future children who will succeed me.” That got a look from Wille. “So, it’s really important that you are a role model. No more mistakes, Wilhelm. And people will always compare you with Erik in every step you take.”

Great, she was laying the guilt on heavy.

“That’s already the case. It always has been,” Wille said, causing their mother to get upset and leave. Not a moment later, their father got up and went after her, leaving his little brother all alone… again.

“She seems nice,” Lura said sarcastically. Gone was the ethereal vibe Lura had when pretending to be an angel.

“Her son just died.”

“You mean you just died.”

Erik blinked. “Yeah.”

“It happens. Once you leave your body, it gets harder to think of it as yours.”

“Does that mean I’ll start to stop caring for them?”

“No, it means you’ll care more. No longer will you have selfish desires; now, all you’ll want is their happiness or whatever you want for them.”

He looked back at the screen, and now it had jumped to Wille traveling back to school. Their parents weren’t dropping him off; no surprise there.

“I still think of them as our parents, so why don’t I still consider myself their son?” Erik asked as the thought occurred to him.

“Your attachment is stronger with your brother than your parents. So, if they are his parents, they are yours too.”

“Oh.”

Back on screen, Hillerska came into view, and he watched Wille visibly tense.

“You got this,” Erik said, watching Wille grow more and more tense.

Erik turned to Lura. “The kid, the curly-haired boy…Wille has him, though. He’ll have someone to talk to. I should have told him I saw and talked to Boris; then he’d think to go. I was so ashamed that I needed help, though. Why didn’t I?”

“Because he saw you as his hero, and you didn’t want to let him know you were just a mere mortal,” Lura said.

“I liked being his hero. I could do no wrong. Even when I was hard on him, he still loved me.”

“It’s an addicting feeling.”

“You know, I wanted him to have the experiences I had at school. Making friends and playing sports but—”

“But…?” Lura asked.

“But he’s not me. We’ve always been so different, but that was never a problem. There was no jealousy over me being crown prince; even when he was little, he didn’t want it. He always looked at our lives as some kind of prison, I guess. And it could be—I admit that. I couldn’t go out like my friends and get lost in the crowd. I’ve had bodyguards with me forever. The only time I was ever truly alone was in my car. Something I’m glad for because I would have hated if I killed someone else.”

Erik's gaze remained fixed on the screen as Wille walked through the familiar halls of Hillerska, his face carefully blank. That was until he neared the girl Erik had seen when he first dropped Wille off—Felice, he believed her name was. Wille and she hugged. He was glad; Wille was a tactile person, he needed touch. It used to embarrass Erik, but now he would give anything to be able to hug him again.

Then Erik saw August’s face. “What’s wrong with him?” August ever-so-lightly pulled Felice back from Wille. That was odd.

“I wouldn’t want to spoil the ending.”

Erik ignored him and his weird foreboding way.

Now it was August and Wille facing each other, August resting his forehead against Wille’s. Maybe he remembered how much Wille needed to feel. It was a nice moment.

“I’m glad he has August,” Erik said.

“Are you?” Lura said. Erik looked at him and saw mirth dancing behind his eyes.

“Shouldn’t I?”

Lura shrugged and looked back at the screen. This had to be the strangest afterlife. He knew it couldn’t be a dream; he wasn’t that imaginative.

Wille then walked into the chapel and took a seat in the front. Erik could see him clutching the piece of paper in his hands. One of the advisors—probably Farima—had written it, he knew. They never trusted Wille to go off-script after the “tree cutting” incident.

The choir came in, and Erik noticed the curly-haired boy looking at Wille, with Wille looking back in what could only be called pain. The choir started singing, and Erik’s eyes fell on the boy with curly hair again, who was watching Wille with concern. The boy must be the best singer because, just like before, he had a solo. He liked this song, it was his favorite. The boy did good by it.

Wille would look at him and then back down. He looked so lost…so alone.

Once the song ended, it was Wille’s time to speak.

“I can’t; I need a break,” Erik said, standing up.

“I guess I could pause.”

“You can do that? Why did you insist I was going to miss something?”

Lura shrugged. “What can I say? I’m whimsical.”

Erik walked away, knowing that as soon as he heard his brother say more than a few words, he was going to break. He needed to compose himself first.

[laughing-with-god]

The Unsaid Vow (Prologue)

Synopsis- You always knew when you weren't wanted. And the way things are going in your marriage with Jungkook, a divorce is looking more and more likely. While he's getting closer to a woman at work that you're certain he's having an affair with, you're planning your escape with your four-year-old son. However, five years of marriage did not expose you to a certain side of your husband. A side of Jungkook that only gets triggered when you try to leave and break apart your perfect 'family'.

Warnings- Yandere behavior, graphic language, violence/murder, women bashing on other women, heavily implied infidelity, bad parenting, absent father, broken family vibes, very slow buildup bc Jungkook doesn't really snap until you leave him so just give him a min lol, inexperienced author writing for a four-year-old (I never wrote for a kid before pls gimme a break), also I chose my future son's name for this fic but pls feel free to name him whatever you want :)

Slow burn Yandere Husband Jungkook

Word Count; 5.4k

Unlike the vast majority of married couples, neither you nor Jungkook donned wedding rings.

Never in your five years of marriage did you regret this decision, given it was brought upon by you and your husband’s lack of funds for fancy wedding bands at the time of your rushed marriage.

Well, you were never annoyed....until tonight, that is.

The scene before you was exceptionally intimate, so much so that you felt the instinctual need to look away in respect of the two before you.

The woman was gorgeous, effortlessly attracting all the attention the small conference room had to offer. In addition to this natural charisma spurred on by her borderline enchanting looks, her short and skin-tight red dress showed off her pleasantly curvy body. Her long, silky, and jet-black hair was pulled back into an elegant ponytail that provided a simple background for her darling features. Utterly doll-like was her face; petite, creamy in complexion with bright doe eyes and berry-pink lips.

Such a beautiful woman was currently in the arms of an equally, if not more so, attractive man.

He was tall and slender, yet not at all lanky given his sturdy build that was a testament to his strict workout regime. His olive skin was complimented with occasional tattoos, a mix of faded and fresh ink that you knew like the back of your hand despite only the tats on his hand currently showing in his crisp Valentino suit. His mid-length inky black hair was down to frame his sharp face, and indeed it was a very handsome one consisting of full eyebrows, bow-like lips, a fleshy yet impish nose, and two large, yet seemingly bottomless, raven orbs.

This man had his arms encircling the middle of the mysterious woman, her expression lifting into a light-hearted giggle as she leaned forward to whisper something in his ear.

Whatever she said must’ve been amusing to the man, given his usual stoic facade briefly melted away as he allowed a small smile at her words, his pearly round teeth peeking out for a split-second appearance.

If you didn’t know any better, you would have thought that these two were lovers.

But there was only one problem with this scene.

That was your husband, Jungkook.

And that woman in his arms was not you.

As if sensing your distress and wanting to soothe your well-founded suspicion, Jungkook pulled away from the woman and ran his gaze across the room- only stopping when he spotted you. Your spouse then gestured at you, the girl following his line of sight and landing on you and your pitiful spot by the snack table. Her joyful expression briefly dropped for a blink-and-you'll-miss-it second, but she quickly plastered on another grin and nodded. The two then strode their way over to you, barely giving you enough time to steel your nerves and muster a polite purse of the lips.

Before you knew it, the woman was right in front of you with your partner at her side instead of yours. Much to your dismay, she was only more attractive up close, and you narrowly held back a grimace as she held out a hand in introduction. You took it and shook it lifelessly.

“Hello, you must be Mrs. Jeon. I’m Sana, Jungkook’s colleague.” Even her voice was pretty, musical and light to the ears.

“H-Hi, nice to meet you but please call me Y/n.” A brief and awkward pause as Sana briefly sized you up and down. “Um, Jungkook has never mentioned you….” you trailed off, side-eyeing your husband in hopes he would intervene and add context to this random goddess he’s thrust upon you.

Jungkook gracefully took his cue and explained, “Sana transferred from another branch out of the city and has only been with us for five months. I’m her case supervisor and have been taking care of her, showing her the ropes and whatnot.”

Sana didn’t even spare you a glance as she fondly looked up at your husband, coyly biting her lip and saying in a much softer tone that could've been just for his ears only, “And he’s been really good at taking care of me.”

You didn’t consider yourself a jealous stay-at-home wife who obsessed over the tiniest details between her husband and other women, but the double meaning behind her badly-whispered comment was enough to make you splutter in disbelief. However before you could even gather up the courage to ask just what the hell ‘taking care of me’ consisted of, two new faces waltzed up and joined the conversation.

“Are you all enjoying this fabulous Christmas party?” A tall, broad-shouldered but nice-looking man asked in a tone of familiar amicability.

You thankfully smiled up at him, having met him many times before.

His name was Jin, and he was the one who got Jungkook this job.

It occurred about five years ago when you first told Jungkook that you were pregnant. Being the romantic but overall good guy that Jungkook was, he insisted that you two get married so that your child could have parents who were at least husband and wife. In addition it would also lessen the judgment in your two families, which at the time was extremely appealing to you. You had agreed to marry on one condition: after running to the courthouse you two would need to move in together in a decent apartment with a room for the nursery. But getting an apartment would mean month-to-month rent, and Jungkook’s tattooing gigs weren’t stable enough to ensure that.

Jin was originally a friend of Jungkook’s older brother, but when he heard through the grapevine about the issue, he bought Jungkook a couple of suits and offered him a job at the corporation he worked at.

Now Jungkook made more than enough money to support your little family, and it was all because Jin took a chance on a college drop-out and his knocked-up girlfriend.

You opened your mouth to respond but were cut off by the unknown lady beside Jin.

“I’d say a little too much fun if anything. Sana and Jungkook, we get that you're the infamous office couple but maybe tone it down a bit, huh?” She joked while raising her brows at the close proximity between the two.

A long and tortuous silence swept the scene.

Jin glanced at you, pity swimming in his usually carefree eyes.

Not trusting your voice to say anything and desperately wanting to hide your face from the piercing eyes, you distracted yourself by taking calculated sips of watered-down eggnog.

“Daehyun...this is actually Y/n, Jungkook’s wife,” Jin told the lady in an uncomfortable voice.

You didn’t know what stung more, the fact that this stranger thought that there was more chemistry between Sana and your husband than with you, or that it was Jin who corrected this mistake and not Jungkook himself.

“O-Oh, well it’s nice to meet you.” Daehyun awkwardly said to you while avoiding direct eye contact.

You offered a tight smile, “Pleasure.”

Whatever gratitude you could’ve had for Daehyun’s clear embarrassment quickly vanished when the woman went on to continue, “I’m sorry. Jungkook never mentioned being married and he doesn’t wear a ring so I didn’t even know. I bet it must be interesting for his housewife to meet his office wife though, right?”

She laughed, not realizing that she only succeeded in putting a foot in her mouth right before stomping it all over your pesky little heart. The group didn’t seem to share your uneasiness, all three of them politely chuckling along to the lukewarm joke at your expense. Once again, you focused on your dwindling beverage to avoid the burden of speaking or even facing them directly, too scared that your miserable expression would be unanimously inspected.

“Well, we just came over to recruit you all for some karaoke!” Jin cheerfully announced, clearly trying to change the subject, “There’s a machine in the break-out room and it’s more fun to sing with a group.”

“More like you want an audience.” Jungkook wittingly teased, a handsome smirk on his face as Sana playfully scolded him with a push to the chest.

“I’ll take your jabs now Kookie because I know they stem from your insecurity that I can actually upstage you in the vocals department.” Jin rebutted in good nature, even letting your husband’s old nickname slip.

Daehyun and Sana both guffawed at this declaration, exaggerated disbelief present on their faces.

“Jungkook is the best singer in the office. He’ll upstage you without even trying.” Daehyun said in a tenor of utter confidence.

“Only one way to find out!” Jin brushed the comment off, pointing to the direction of the assumed breakout room, “Karaoke anyone?”

The so-called office wife nodded enthusiastically, taking your husband’s arm and looking up at him to plead, “Can we do a duet of that one song we like?”

Jungkook, for the first time in seemingly hours, shot you with a questioning gaze.

Be married to someone for a while and you’ll learn how to decipher what they’re trying to say with just mere looks. Your husband was wordlessly inquiring if you were going to join, if he should go along with the group or if you two should break away and do something else.

The ball was finally in your court.

Not wanting to be rude but needing to get away from these people before you lost your cool, you decided on a subtle excuse.

“I need a refill, but maybe we can meet you all later?” You said, shaking your empty paper cup as if to prove your case.

“Oh, well the drinks are right behind you.” Sana condescendingly pointed out, tightening her hold on your husband and began steering him towards the exit, “We’ll save a seat for you.”

Bewildered, you watched as Jungkook obediently followed her lead with the Daehyun girl trailing behind.

He didn’t even spare you a glance.

You wanted to be angry.

You wanted to storm up to your husband, yank him out of the clutches of his colleagues and practically drag him back home under the premise that he would never speak to Sana ever again.

But instead of a righteous rage fueled by the marital vows you two took, utter exhaustion bestowed upon you and prevented any instigation on your part.

Maybe earlier in your marriage you would’ve fought for his attention, but now you simply just wanted to go home and lick your wounds with the help of a Ben and Jerry’s ice cream while self-obsessing over Sana’s outrageous attractiveness. After all, who could blame any hot-blooded man for choosing that goddess over you? What could you possibly do but lean back and accept that she was the obvious choice?

Other than her being a knockout beauty while you were merely average on your best day, she had other qualities that made her a more appealing catch. She was most likely younger than you, obviously fit, more ambitious and professionally driven than you, and presumably has no kids.

Meanwhile, you were just an old stay-at-home mom who lived off of her husband’s paychecks while he fucked his coworkers behind her oblivious back.

Before you could draw more detailed comparisons between Sana and yourself, you felt a large hand place itself on the middle of your back, successfully guiding your attention to the only person who bothered staying by your side.

Jin smiled sadly at you, sympathy shadowing his expression as he gestured with his other hand to the empty cup still in your hold. “Let’s get you some more eggnog.”

You nodded wordlessly, still speechless from the interaction, and allowed the taller man to guide you towards the snack table. Jin then took your cup and refilled it himself, providing you the opportunity to pick at the catered food in some cheap attempt at stress eating. By the time Jin came back with a full cup, you were halfway done with a sugar cookie and eyeing the meatballs next.

“Here ya go,” Jin said as he handed over the drink to you. You took it and nodded in thanks but kept your eyes glued to the food, not wanting him to see just how defeated and tired your face probably was. But, Jin wasn’t going to let the whole thing go. “Y/n….I know what you saw and heard looks really bad but trust me….nothing is going on between Sana and Jungkook.”

You snorted. “It doesn’t just look bad, Jin. It was like they were practically rubbing it in my face. Him having an affair isn’t the problem, it’s the way they’re not even bothering to keep it down. The least they could do is be discreet.”

Jin’s jaw slightly dropped, “‘Him having an affair isn’t the problem’? Y/n, do you even hear yourself? Of course that would be a problem! Do you not care about your own marriage anymore?”

And there it was.

The big question.

Did you truly even care about this marriage?

Well, let’s look at the facts.

One: The disrespect of his alleged mistress was more offensive to you than the fact that she was a mistress.

Two: Jungkook dragging you along to this office Christmas party was the first time in over a year that he bothered to take you out.

Three: You two had humble beginnings and could barely afford food, much less wedding bands when you first got married, but now he was a very wealthy man and had no excuse for not buying you or himself a ring. Unless, of course, he enjoyed acting single around other women.

Four: And on top of all this, it had to be factored in how distant he has been with overwhelming work hours that prevented any alone time with your husband. Sex with Jungkook has been off the table for almost a year now.

But did any of this really bother you until tonight? The answer was a resounding no. You were willing to take all those burdens in stride but tonight it wasn’t just about the fact that you were the unwanted wife Jungkook got sacked with, it was the fact that you were humiliated and forced to face the type of girl Jungkook should’ve been married to all along. That was all you were truly upset about.

The conclusion that you indeed didn’t care about your marriage and haven’t in some time now hit you in a sudden wave, but in no way were you shocked.

Voice shaky and brittle, you allowed yourself to be vulnerable with Jin and say the one thing you always secretly thought but never dared utter out loud. “I-I guess I always expected it to end like this. When we were younger, he was always the popular one and all the girls wanted him. We were only dating for three months when I got pregnant, and if it weren’t for our son he probably would’ve dumped me eventually and left for another girl. But, he stuck around for his kid because he’s a good father. And I’ve been nothing but a burden to him for a while now.”

Tears began to blur your vision, forcing you to quickly duck down and quietly sip at your drink so as to not embarrass yourself even more.

You heard a shuffle and suddenly Jin was holding you, using both of his lengthy arms to cage you in and rest you against his broad chest. It had been a long time since a man had held you like that, and you practically went boneless at the contact. You closed your eyes and tried to will away the incoming tears, even going so far as to solely focus on the scent of Jin’s cologne as he soothingly said, “Y/n, listen closely to what I’m about to say. You and Hugo were never a burden to Jungkook, and you two never will be. Your marriage was sudden, but it doesn’t make it less valid than any other marriage out there. Jungkook has been with you for so long, he just doesn’t realize when other women are interested in him because he’s been off the market forever. But I promise you, if I knew for even a second that he cheated, I would tell you right away.”

You didn’t say anything.

Although Jin’s words were comforting, they weren’t necessarily true. A marriage that started from a healthy courtship and true love instead of inconvenient circumstances was of course more valid than yours. And even though you were sure of Jin’s honesty and loyalty to you, Jungkook could’ve easily kept his affair secret from Jin as well.

However, you didn’t wish to concern Jin anymore. You already put him through too much awkwardness tonight and didn’t want to keep him by your side as some sort of emotional sponsor any longer than you already have. Jin always loved parties and was the life of any one he was invited to, even if it was just a lame annual office gathering. You then felt guilty for putting Jin in a situation where he would even have to console you when he should be out enjoying karaoke with the rest of his coworkers.

You promptly pulled away from Jin and wiped at your face. He released you and also took a step back, carefully studying you for any signs of further turmoil. Once sure that your face was acceptably dry, you gazed back up at him and offered a thankful smile. “Thanks Jin, I’m sorry I just dumped all of that on you. I really have to use the ladies' room though, can you point me to it?”

“It’s right by the conference room,” Jin informed, pointing out the general direction for you. You nodded and took a few steps toward it before he grasped your wrist to stop you and ask, “Do you want me to wait for you?”

“No, it’s okay. I’ll just find you and Jungkook when I’m out. Go and join the others for karaoke.”

Jin nodded but seemed unsure.

You didn’t look back to see if he actually went to follow the others, instead just advancing to the restrooms, secretly looking forward to some alone time even if it had to come from a public bathroom.

Once you entered the restroom you were relieved to find it completely empty, you weren’t sure if you could handle another run-in with Jungkook’s female colleagues. They all seemed to have a personal vendetta against you.

Instantly, you dashed to the mirror to inspect your makeup, assuming at least the mascara was ruined from your little cry. Thankfully, the damage was minimal and you were able to clean the smudges up with a damp napkin. You focused all your attention on the dreadfully small task, trying not to study your reflection too much given it would just conjure up more mental comparisons to all the other prettier women you encountered that night.

Yet the small task couldn’t last a lifetime, and you had to resort to looking at your phone in search of things to do. You weren’t emotionally ready to go out and search for your husband, so you wanted to prolong your time in the bathroom. Although it hasn’t been that long since you left the house, you decided to text the babysitter for any updates about your son.

To Emily: Hey, is everything okay with Hugo?

It only took about 40 seconds for the teenage neighbor girl to text back an answer, clearly on top of things and overly eager to provide any updates.

Emily: Yes! He ate his dinner, took his bath and we’re about to get ready for bed.

Your motherly instincts were satisfied with that response, but it didn’t do anything to subdue your desire to return back home. Your thumbs briefly hovered over the keypad, somewhat hesitant with the next text you were about to send.

To Emily: Great, thanks again for doing this. Listen, I think we might head back home sooner than we thought. Don’t worry tho, I’ll still give you the pay for the full four hours.

Before you could wait for a response from her, the sound of multiple incoming footsteps interrupted the steady silence in the restroom. Muffled female conversation could also be heard, the slight laughter and bickering amongst a group of women approaching the bathroom. Your fight or flight instinct was triggered, and to avoid any more awkward encounters you rushed to the nearest stall and shut the door- fully prepared to wait out the faceless group of female colleagues.

You heard the restroom door swish open before the women burst in, chatting and giggling with their heels clicking against the tile floor. One of the unknown females made way to the stall beside you, the others presumably hovering by the mirror if the sudden comments about their appearances were anything to go by. You quietly sighed and pulled out your phone again, ready to drown out their office politics talk.

Only for the conversation to somehow steer towards you.

“Did you see her?”

“Of course, I was very confused, to be honest.” One of them replied. “I mean….look at Jungkook and you just assume that whoever he’s with is drop-dead gorgeous, and she was just eh.”

“Yeah, she was pretty plain. What was her name again?”

“Y/n.” A third voice cut in, this one eerily familiar to you.

You glued a hand over your mouth to silence your gasp.

It was Sana.

“Did he ever mention her around you? You are the closest to him in the office Sana, and we didn’t even know he had a wife until tonight.”

“No, I didn’t know until tonight either.”

“What?! That’s insane. Literally all the time he spends with you: getting coffee, buying you lunch, driving you home after late nights, and he conveniently never mentions that he has a wife at home?”

“That’s suspicious. But I guess if I had a dog like that at home, I’d never mention her either.”

Cruel laughter from all of them.

The toilet from the stall next to you flushed, then opened as a new voice entered the discussion while she approached the sinks.

“It’s more than suspicious. He doesn’t even wear a wedding ring. And he’s so close to Sana but never mentioned that he’s married?” A pause as she washed her hands. “It’s obvious what he’s trying to do. Jungkook is trying to have an affair with Sana.”

Although this exchange was extremely hurtful to you, you felt somewhat relieved that you weren’t the only one to see what your husband was doing.

A pause hung in the air as none of the women spoke for a minute, they were willing to gossip but apparently outright declaring the obvious was a step too far for them.

Eventually, one of them chimed in with their own observation.

“Can you blame him? Sana you’re the most beautiful person in the office and you look so good next to him anyway. Much better than that cow Y/n.”

Another round of obnoxious laughter that broke your heart.

“C’mon guys. We gotta head back. Jungkook is gonna get anxious if Sana is away for too long.” Someone teased.

They all murmured in agreement, heading towards the exit as a group before one stopped them with a final question.

“Wait, Sana. If Jungkook does want to have an affair with you, what are you going to do?”

Although you couldn’t physically see Sana, you practically heard the smirk on her face as she said, “Who says we already aren’t having one?”

--

Needless to say, you ditched the Christmas party almost immediately after the bathroom incident.

You texted Jungkook a white lie about Emily struggling with Hugo, although a good father would’ve known something was up because your son had never given babysitters any trouble before. But luckily, your husband also wasn’t doing so hot in the dad department either.

You would’ve felt bad for not telling the truth if the truth wasn’t so fucking embarrassing.

“Hey, I’m gonna go home to cry like a little girl because I caught your coworkers talking shit about me. Oh, and also your little girlfriend accidentally let it slip that you’ve been fucking her this whole time. K talk to ya later!”

You grimaced at the thought of actually sending that text.

Sure it’s what that cheating bastard deserves, but you just weren’t emotionally ready for that fight yet. Especially after the night you endured, you needed some time to pick yourself up and figure out what to do next.

Divorce was the next logical step, but you were financially dependent on Jungkook. If you moved out and took Hugo with you, where would you two stay? How could you afford to be a single parent? And if Jungkook were to try to fight you for custody or the divorce in general, you would need a damn good lawyer. Unfortunately, lawyers weren’t cheap, especially one that stood a chance against Jungkook and all his wealth.

Your shoulders sagged with the imaginary weight of all these burdens.

When you entered the high-rise penthouse that you called home, you were surprised to see Emily anxiously pacing the foyer in waiting for your arrival.

“Hey, how was Hugo?” You greeted politely, already opening your clutch to pull out the agreed-upon salary.

“M-Mrs. Jeon, I swear I tried to have him in bed by eight like you said but he’s being stubborn and said he won’t go to sleep until you come back and read to him-” The teenager rushed out all at once, clearly nervous that you would scold her.

You held a hand out to stop her rambles, using your other hand to give her the money, and offered her what you hoped was a comforting smile, “It’s okay, Em. Thanks for doing this on such short notice. Why don’t you run home now and try to enjoy your Christmas Eve?”

Emily looked relieved that you weren’t mad, gratefully taking the cash before grabbing her jacket and shoes to make her exit. “Thanks so much for this Mrs. Jeon. Merry Christmas!”

“Merry Christmas.” You farewelled while walking the young girl out, locking the door behind her.

You turned around and proceeded down a long hallway that led to the bedrooms, stopping at the door beside the master room which belonged to your four-year-old son. You opened it to peer inside, the familiar deep blue walls with painted-on sea creatures greeting you back, swiftly reminding you once more of Hugo’s obsession with the ocean.

Your son was bundled up in a twin bed so big that it practically drowned him, his small frame barely being recognizable in the large fish-printed duvet wrapped around his tiny frame, only his small and adorable face peeking out to stare right back at you.

Hugo was essentially a carbon copy of Jungkook. At first you were somewhat resentful about this, how was it possible that you carried a baby for nine months and he came out with absolutely none of your features? But after a while of watching Hugo grow up and come into his own slowly but surely, you were pacified by the conclusion that while he may look exactly like his father, his personality and heart took after you.

“Dumpling, why did Emily say you were giving her a hard time and wouldn’t go to bed?” You asked gently, sitting by his side and petting his black hair.

‘Dumpling’ was a nickname you chose for Hugo since you first found out you were pregnant with him. It stemmed from your sudden pregnancy craving to eat dumplings and nothing else, you once even going two straight weeks surviving off the food. There were many times where Jungkook had to bribe you into eating other things, playing on your guilt for not providing your baby all the nutrition he needed. But even now ‘Dumpling’ still stuck, if Hugo’s chubby cheeks were anything to go by.

“Mommy, I-I’m sorry but-” His big doe eyes looked up at you in teary guilt, “I really needed you here. It was a nece-necess-”

“Necessity, bub.” You finished for him, grinning at his attempt at a big word.

Part of you wanted to scold the boy for being difficult, but you didn’t have the heart to. Lately, Hugo has been more clingy to you than ever before. Yet it was practically impossible to punish him because Hugo has always been a good kid and you knew deep down that he didn’t act out unless there was something else going on. You suspected that it had something to do with the lack of his father’s presence that forced him to hold onto you like his life depended on it.

“Well try not to do it again, okay? Emily is a nice girl and she’s just following my orders when she tells you to go to bed.” You said, ducking down to peck the crown of his head and continue running your fingers through his hair.

Hugo nodded in understanding but ultimately stayed silent, basking in your cuddles.

All was silent for a passing moment, and while Hugo enjoyed his mother’s touch, your mind gradually returned to the turmoil that was your marriage.

A sudden epiphany struck you and bit your lip as you debated an idea.

Should you expose your son to your future plan?

The victim of any divorce has always been the children who were left behind. And the last thing you wanted to do was blindside Hugo. Perhaps you should play the hypothetical game just to see where your son’s head was at? It went without saying that Hugo was closer to you than Jungkook and you were more of a parent than your husband. But still, every kid deserved to have a say in their parents’ divorce.

“Bub, how would you feel if….it was just me and you?” You hesitantly inquired.

“What do you mean mommy?” Hugo titled his head in bewilderment and craned his neck to look back up at you.

“What if me and you went away to live together?” You clarified.

“Like a va-vayca-”

“Vacation? And no. But forever. Just me, you and no one else.” You whispered, as if Jungkook himself would storm in and catch you planning your escape with the toddler.

“Oh.” A pause as you could practically hear the mechanisms in his four-year-old brain trying to work out the logistics of what you just proposed. “Okay.”

The nonchalance in his youthful voice had you taken aback.

“It’s a really big decision, Hugo. You wouldn’t mind...not living with daddy anymore, right? You would hardly ever see him, dumpling.”

The boy shifted to lean more of his body against you, essentially resting against you with his head on your chest as he said, “But it’s like that already, mommy.”

Your heart broke.

You wrapped your arms around him and pulled him closer to you, feeling a maternal instinct to comfort and protect.

“Okay Dumpling. I need you to promise me not to tell daddy what we talked about.”

“”Kay.” Hugo yawned and closed his eyes, inhaling deep breaths of your scent and beginning the process of falling asleep. “When do we leave?”

“It’ll take some time, bub. You start school in a few months, so mommy will try to find a job while you’re there.” You told him, not bothering to try to explain the concept of a lawyer or apartment deposits on top of that. “But we can do this. It has to be a secret but you're my partner in crime.”

“Like spies?”

You chuckled, “Yeah, like spies. Promise to work with mommy in utter secrecy?”

You held up a pinky, one that Hugo grasped with his own.

“Promise.”

Author’s Note:  So....A while ago before I took my long ass hiatus, I did a poll for which yandere story I should write next.  The Unsaid Vow won but that was around the same time that shit hit the fan in my life.  Recently was scrolling through my notes on my phone and found some of the plot points for this story and I needed a lil break from QQ.  Plus I know so many ppl were hyped for this concept so....Here ya go lol.  This is kinda short but it’s just a set up, Chapter one’s plot line will start a few months after this when Hugo will start kindergarten and Y/n will actually start looking in to jobs, lawyers and apartments.  Also I’m sorry but I’m really bad at writing for kids lol, and I absolutely refuse to write that gross ass baby talk so just pretend your son is a lil genius okay? Also srry Once but I needed really pretty girls to be villians in my story so yeah, Twice girls in here aren’t likable but aren’t reflective of how i actually feel about them lol.

Big thanks to @sushireads​ once again for creating the cover art for this fic.  They literally are becoming my go-to for fic art.

And my beta readers @bigbuffjoonie and @mustardpop​! They beta’d for QQ and I came to them really early about this fic.  They were with me since the beginning and have given me advice with creative choices to just simple grammar.  They easily could’ve leaked the first draft of this too but they didn’t and kept it secret for a while.  I was really insecure about getting out of my comfort zone with this plot but they really guided me.  

[sethrollinsgirl]

Being the daughter of the immortal original hybrid had its perks. Like for example, no one was stupid enough to mess with you and You usually got whatever you wanted. you once wanted a pony when you were seven, but not just any pony. the all-white pony some random tween was riding at the park. So you told your father Klaus, and he compelled the poor kid to give you it. You ended up naming it princess and the maids Klaus compelled took care of it. Although as you got older, you took over caring for it.

But it also has its downsides. Like for example, your first crush. You were twelve and had a crush on one of the maid's sons Ashton. She would normally bring him to work with her, and the two of you got along quite well. You had finally got the nerve to kiss him but before you could your father came out of nowhere and to say he was displeased would be an understatement. But it wasn't directed at you. It was towards the maid and her son. He ended compelling them to leave the state you two were in and to never come back or near you again. You didn't try to date or even so much as have a crush on someone again. Now you are twenty-one, and prior to three months ago, you could unfortunately say you never even had as much as your first kiss but now well let's just say you have experienced a lot of firsts.

Three months ago you began a relationship with no one other than Stefan Salvatore. You always found him to be cute but you didn't dare act on it. Which is why he made the first move. You two met when Stefan stroke a deal with Klaus to save his brother's life. You two had got close during those months but nothing came of it until after you returned to mystic falls. Stefan had confessed his feelings to you and the two of you have been dating since.

Now here you were currently at the mystic grill for lunch. You were supposed to be meeting your aunt Rebekah, but she was late. So you went on and order ahead. You got a double cheeseburger and fries with a peanut butter blast whipped cream on the bottom.

You heard her walk in.

"Careful Caroline, It's all well and good till

she stabs you in the back." Rebekah told the blonde vampire who was sitting with Elena Gilbert at a table.

"What are you doing here? I know your mom's rules. No more hurting the locals."

"Get over yourself Elena, It's not all about you." Rebekah sneered at Elena as she made her way over to you.

"Everything okay auntie Bex?" You asked as you picked up a fry and ate it.

"Yes, everything is fine little one. I'm planning on asking Matt to the ball."

"You serious? Buss boy? Oh come on! You can do way better than him!"

"Matt is actually a nice person and I really like him." She paused before asking you. "who are you gonna invite to the ball?"

"I.... I'm not inviting no one. It's just gonna be me, myself and I tonight. Oh look there's Matt go ahead and ask him." She eyed you suspiciously but went ahead to go ask Matt to the dance.

You could feel a heated gaze on you as you turned around to see elena staring daggers at you. You smirked before waving and turning back to finish your food.

********************************************

The ball started at 8 pm. The guests were swarming in like flies. The dress you wore was beautiful, you paired it with black sparkly heels and some light makeup. You were having a conversation with Klaus as you each had a glass of champagne in your hands.

"So who has the honor of being your date tonight?" Klaus asked you. You shot him a glare.

"You are joking, right? All the people in this town are scared of you! They won't even look at me, they are too scared you might kill them." You had to play it up. He couldn’t find out about you and Stefan just yet.

"Good, you are far too young to be dating anyways."

"I'm twenty-one! I should have been had a boyfriend. Everyone is too terrified of you to even ask me on date."

"Good...." He trailed off as his eyes were stuck on the person walking through the door. You followed his line of gaze and rolled your eyes seeing as Caroline was making her way near you two.

"Which by the way, is a couple of years older than the girl you are trying to seduce. Which is creepy by the way." You ignored the glare he shot you as you made your way to your room. All those people downstairs were starting to get to you. You needed a breather.

You heard the door open.

"Sorry, this room is off limits."

"Even to me?" You turned around to see Stefan standing there looking handsome as ever. You rushed towards him wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him into a kiss. He graciously returned. As his hands rested on your hips. Pulling back and looking at him as he gently stroked your cheek.

"Everything okay? I saw you rushed upstairs."

"I'm fine, this is bothering me though." You told him as you fixed his bow tie which was uneven.

"Thank you" he pressed a kiss to your lips again. Before pulling back and looking at you with concern.

"Something is definitely wrong. Normally this leads to a makeout session. You can tell me

Y/N. You can tell me anything."

You didn’t mean to go off on a rant but you did and you told him everything that was bothering you.

"I'm tired! I'm tired of all of this. Keeping our relationship a secret. My dad can date whoever he wants. Rebekah, Elijah everyone in this family can date But I can't! You are my lobster, Stefan! And I'm no longer gonna live in fear that my father might go after you for dating me. I'm twenty-one years old. I'm an adult. I should be able to do whatever I want. I think we should go tell everyone that we are in a relationship. I can protect you from him. I want the whole world to know that I....... I love you." You confessed to him as you took a deep breath.

"I love you too. You don't have to protect me from Klaus. I can handle him. If you want to tell him about us, we can do that together. I have your back." He pulled you into a hug as you layed your head on his chest and he kissed your forehead.

"There's no need for that. I already know." Klaus said he stood in the doorway. He stepped closer to you and Stefan. You moved to take a protective stance in front of Stefan.

"Don't you hurt a single hair on his head." You told Klaus. He laughed as he stood in front of you.

"I'm not gonna hurt him. Stefan is my friend. Despite what you may think Y/N, I want you to be happy. As long as Stefan makes you happy, he will come to no harm by my hands or anyone's in this family. I'm so-

I just want you to be happy. However, the minute Stefan ceases to bring you happiness, is the minute I tear out his intestines." You threw your arms around him hugging him, he hugged back. You pulled back as you straighten out your dress.

"Shall we rejoin the party? I'm sure uncle Eli is worried about us."

"Yes, he actually sent me up here to come to get you. We are about to take a family photo."

"Klaus go on ahead, we will be right behind you" Klaus nodded at Stefan, as he made his way back to the ball.

"Well, that went easier than expected. Five bucks says your scooby doo gang is gonna take the news far worse than my father did."

"Well, Caroline already knows. She's happy for us. I'm sure the others will be too."

You smiled at him as you wrapped your arms around his neck. "Well might as well give them a show."

His hands went around your waist picking you up and twirling you around as you laughed. He set you back down, grabbing your hand to lead you back to the ball.

"Wait."

"Yeah"

"What's a lobster? You said I was your lobster. What did you mean by that?"

"It's from friends. It's basically because when a lobster mates with another lobster, they end up mating for forever. And you Stefan, are my forever. I love you."

"I love you too. My lobster." He told you before quickly kissing you and leading you back downstairs.

(A/N I find it hard to write about the tvdu but I’m gonna keep trying lol. Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoy it. I don’t own anything but the plot.)

[robininthelabyrinth]

A-Yuan wasn’t the only child among the Wen Remnants, just the youngest.

Children's Day - ao3

Lan Wangji carefully scooped up the boy out of his hiding place, tucked beneath a pile of stones, sick with fever and fast asleep.

It was a good hiding place. If Lan Wangji hadn’t played Inquiry and demanded to know if there were any living beings around in this cursed place of death, he would never have found the small child.

He remembered him – this was little A-Yuan, who Wei Wuxian had taken down into town to play, the one Lan Wangji had bought all those toys for in his confusion, the one who called him rich-gege. Barely more than two years old, having never known anything but war.

He was all that was left, now. There was nothing else left in the battlefield.

No one else left.

Lan Wangji closed his eyes in pain.

I’ll care for him for you, he promised Wei Wuxian’s ghost, wherever it might be now. Now that you cannot.

I’ll take him back to Gusu to raise as my own – wishing you were by my side.

-

-Earlier-

“Sect Leader!” one of his aides cried out when he staggered back into camp. “What – who’s that?”

Jiang Cheng looked down at the girl in his arms. She was – four, maybe? Five? He had no idea.

She looked a bit like Wen Qing.

“I found her hiding in the corner of the battlefield when she made a noise,” he said hoarsely. “The Wen sect remnants…by the time I got there, they were almost all dead already, all her family. She’s – she’s young. It didn’t seem right.”

Wei Wuxian always liked children, he thought vaguely to himself as he looked down at her. It wasn’t so much of a surprise that he would keep one there…in fact, if he thought back to that horrible meeting they’d had that one time he’d come to the Burial Mounds to try to talk to Wei Wuxian, he thought he remembered there being a small child there. This must be her.

She was bigger than he remembered, but that was what happened with small children, wasn’t it?

“Her surname is Wen?”

“No,” Jiang Cheng snapped automatically, and his aide took a step back from his vehemence. “The Wen sect is dead, you understand? All of them. The cultivation world refused to allow them to live, that much is obvious enough. Her surname…”

He looked down at her.

I failed Wei Wuxian, he thought grimly. I won’t fail his legacy.

“Her surname will be Jiang.”

-

-Earlier-

“We found this child hiding in the Demon Subduing Cave,” one of the guards reported, looking nervous. “Lianfeng-zun – what do we do with them?”

Jin Guangyao frowned down at the child, judging the child’s age to be about five or six – maybe seven, considering the likelihood of malnutrition at the Burial Mounds. If they were any younger, he would’ve said that the child ought to just execute them as useless; any older, and he would’ve had no choice but to declare them an enemy combatant, and thereby order them executed.

At this age, though…they were still young enough to be taught to forget their current surname, and to learn new loyalties, and yet old enough to perhaps remember a little of what they had learned, living as they had for a few years with the inventor of demonic cultivation.

Jin Guangyao glanced at the papers in his hands, full of barely legible scribbles, laying out powerful new spells and interesting ideas. They would help Xue Yang with his work – but not as much as a helper would, and naturally they’d just brutally executed all the other ‘helpers’ that might have been available.

Not exactly Jin Guangyao’s personal preference, but he wasn’t the one leading the Jin sect army.

Still, his father, who had been the one leading, had retired to his tent, and now Jin Guangyao was the one with the power, left to be in charge of mopping up. That, in turn, gave him a little more leeway, which meant he could implement his own thoughts, rather than badly thought out instructions.

“Put the child in my tent,” he said, and smiled. “The poor thing must have gotten lost and entered the battlefield – after we arrived. You understand?”

The guard saluted deeply. “Lianfeng-zun is kind and beneficent,” he said, and his expression was worshipful. “I will tell the others that the child is from some distant Jin branch.”

Jin Guangyao hadn’t intended for him to do that, but – well, he couldn’t exactly refute it now, could he, and anyway there were worse things to happen. Everyone would know that he had kindly taken in some orphaned child of war, which would be good for his reputation.

He smiled and nodded, and thought of the future.

-

-Earlier-

“Well, shit,” Nie Mingjue said, staring at the trio of children: nine or ten years old, he thought, maybe a little older, two girls and a boy. They stared back at him, wide-eyed and terrified – they were very clearly trying to sneak off the Burial Mounds down the back way.

Nie Mingjue rubbed his face, glad that he’d insisted on doing the forward scout work before the attack tomorrow morning himself rather than let it go to someone else. He hadn’t wanted to come to this blasted place in the first place, being that he still wasn’t sure exactly what had gone down with Wei Wuxian, who’d been a good man once. But good Nie cultivators had died at Lanling City at Wen Ning’s hands, the Jin sect claiming that that brutal attack was at Wei Wuxian’s instigation, and at the Nightless City at Wei Wuxian’s hands directly, and he didn’t have any evidence to exculpate the man, either; he had no grounds to look the families of those Nie cultivators in the eye and tell them not to pursue vengeance against the man who had slaughtered their brothers and fathers and sons, sisters and mothers and daughters, like they meant nothing.

They deserved vengeance.

Just as he had, for his father.

But at the same time…

“You’re all surnamed Wen, I take it?” he asked, and they slowly nodded. “Dafan Wen?”

Another nod.

“Wrong answer,” he said, making a snap decision. This wasn’t like his father at all, not really; he had wanted to kill Wen Ruohan, who had done the deed himself, while these children clearly hadn’t done anything. “Swear to me here and now that you won’t seek revenge for your sect or family, and you can be surnamed Nie instead.”

They looked at each other.

“Your family didn’t send you to run away because they wanted you to take revenge,” he said. It was a guess, but he could tell from the way their shoulders sagged that he was right. “They wanted you to live. Well?”

They swore.

He took them home.

-

-Earlier-

She tripped and fell flat on her face.

“Hey, girl!”

She looked up, eyes wide with terror – she hadn’t expected to be caught so soon – but the cultivator in front of her didn’t strike her down. He was a young man, just a few years older than her, and he looked nice, kneeling to help her up.

“Are you all right?” he asked. “Did you get lost?”

Lost? From where would she get lost, exactly?

Despite that, she nodded.

“I’m sorry to hear that. Here isn’t a good place, though – we’re going to have a battle tomorrow…can you tell me where you’re from?” He frowned. “Or – can’t you speak?”

An idea suddenly came to mind, and she shook her head, lifting up her hands to mime signs like the ones she’d seen Lady Wen and her brother use sometimes when they needed to talk without disturbing others.

“Doesn’t talk,” he murmured to himself. “Clothing of white, ripped all to ribbons –”

She’d torn out any trace of the red sun. White was a common color, but she was old enough to know that she couldn’t let anyone know she was surnamed Wen.

“Oh, I’ve read about this before! Are you a bird yao that’s cultivated to humanity?”

What?

She’d been thinking of trying to pass as a traumatized war veteran, but she was only fourteen, after all; it wasn’t very believable. Of course, it was a lot more believable that bird yao – who would leap to that conclusion?

“My surname is Ouyang,” the man said, smiling brightly at her. “You should come back with me – I can teach you to speak, and we can give you a name…how about ‘Luo’ as a surname? That has to do with birds. Or we could surname you Bai, instead, since your clothing is white! Or maybe -”

She smiled helplessly at his nonsense. What a silly, cheerful man! Maybe she’d overestimated his age, he couldn’t be more than two or three years older, at most, and his brain was clearly not in the right place, filled up to the brim with romantic stories and adventure tales instead of facts.

It was a nice change, actually.

She accepted his hand as she stood.

Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad.

-

-Earlier-

Lan Wangji had returned home and submitted to a dreadful punishment. The elders he had injured on Wei Wuxian’s behalf were either in treatment or recovering.

As for the rest that had been at the Nightless City…

Many were dead.

Lan Qiren landed in the Burial Mounds, lips pressed tightly together.

He knew he was taking a risk in coming here to Wei Wuxian’s lair – no matter what Lan Wangji thought, whatever good points he’d had in the past, the man was now little better than a mad dog. He’d caused the death of three thousand people just the day before, three thousand innocents that hadn’t had anything to do with anything; why would he hesitate to attack his old teacher?

There was already talk of a siege – Jiang Cheng himself had promised to lead it, to wipe off the stain on the Jiang sect’s record, and the Jin sect had been right behind him. Even Nie Mingjue had been dragged in against his will, suborned by his sect members’ need for vengeance. As for the Lan Sect…Lan Xichen had looked so stricken by the thought that Lan Qiren had volunteered for the grim duty, despite Lan Qiren having never been much of a fighter and even less of a general. He intended to take only the smallest possible contingent, and to limit their work as much as possible to cleansing the dead rather than killing those who remained there – that much, at least, he could do for his nephew.

Either way, though, no matter his powers, Wei Wuxian would not live out the week.

If Lan Qiren desired vengeance, he need only wait.

And yet, here he was.

Alone, practically unarmed – and here nonetheless.

An old woman came out from the cave and squinted at him.

“It’s over,” she said sadly. “Isn’t it?”

Lan Qiren looked at her. One of the Wen remnants that Wei Wuxian had surrounded himself with, he assumed; the ones he’d given up his comfortable life for, claiming he was only acting as a righteous man ought. Perhaps he even had thought he was, back then.

Perhaps he really had been, back then.

“Yes,” Lan Qiren said, and cleared his throat. “After what he did at the Nightless City – the verdict is unquestionably death. But the rest of you…there are armies coming, and armies are not known for their leniency, especially not on passerby with the wrong surname. But they’re not here yet. There’s still time to flee – if you go now, you could take on a new surname and find some quiet place to live on.”

Lan Wangji had said they were civilians. Civilian life was to be prioritized above all else.

Lan Qiren was only doing what he must.

Despite his well-meant warnings, however, the old lady shook her head.

“There’s nowhere to go, and we won’t give up our surname,” she said, polite but stubborn to the last. “But thank you for taking the time to come here to tell us.”

“Wangji said that there were children here,” Lan Qiren insisted, ignoring her refusal. “If you won’t flee with them, at least send those that are old enough out on their own, and hide the younger ones. Tell them to forget their surnames – most people won’t rampantly murder children, so there’s a chance they’ll make it through, and live. Can you deny them that, just for pride?”

That gave the old woman pause.

“We’ll do what we can,” she said, and then eyed him. “How good are you at medicine?”

Lan Qiren frowned. “I can’t provide care –”

“She’s already dead. Come help anyway.”

The woman in question was not already dead, but dying – she was in her late teens, seventeen or eighteen at most, and she was in labor. From the glassiness of her eyes, the redness of her cheeks, and the threadiness of her pulse, it was clear that infection had long ago set in. It was not an exaggeration to say she was dead, little better than a corpse.

She was little more than a child.

“I don’t want her to die alone,” the old woman said. “But if you stay with her, I can use the time to try to take care of the rest. You’re not wrong, I suppose – the children, at least, deserve a chance to live on, even if it means leaving our surname behind.”

Lan Qiren looked down at the woman, unconscious already and unlikely to ever wake, and yet still whimpering. “And her child?”

The old woman looked surprised. “Can a child born like this still live?”

Lan Qiren had almost no medical training beyond the most superficial basics that were the necessity for any battlefield or night-hunt, with one sole exception: he had supervised the births of both his nephews by himself with little aid – his brother’s wife hadn’t wanted anyone else to be present, possibly in an attempt to prematurely enter her grave, possibly just out of spite. He had studied very hard in the days leading up to those births, and knew far more on the subject than most men did.

“It’s possible,” he said. “Unlikely, but – possible.”

He hesitated for a long moment.

“I can take the baby,” he finally said. “Pass him off as some war-orphan child of distant Lan cousins, sent to me on account of their deaths. I could raise him, or else give him to my cousin to raise; he’s got a large enough family that no one would question it.”

“Why would you do that?”

Lan Qiren looked at the woman who was dying, little more than a child herself. “Because of the children I can’t help.”

The old woman was quiet for a little while.

“Very well,” she said, and leaned forward to whisper the name the young woman had thought about for her child into his ear. “That works with Lan as a surname, wouldn’t it? That’s not bad.”

“Not bad at all,” Lan Qiren agreed, and rolled up his sleeves, settling down beside the girl. “Not bad at all.”

[queen-of-the-vampires]

Don’t Mess With The Queen

Characters: Klaus Mikaelson x Hybrid!Reader

Word count: ~1.7k

Warnings: none

Request by anonymous: Could u do a imagine where the reader is friends with the mystic falls gang and is a werewolf and finds out that she and klaus r mates?

Summary: People who you want to call your friends are planning on killing the love of your life. It’s your job to show them who’s really the boss.

Author’s Note: This is a female!reader. I did change this request a tad, but I hope you like it! I haven’t written for TVD in a while now, so please bear with me on this. After asking a few people, I have decided to end this on a fluffy note. I did write an angsty alternate ending, but I don’t know if the anon who requested wanted that or not.

No one knows why you’re really here. They all think you’re their friend, so they feel comfortable disclosing their plan right in front of you. You want to be friends with them because they seem like genuinely nice people, but they are so fueled by rage and revenge that they’ll do anything to get it… even plotting against your mate, your sire, the love of your life.

Stefan and Damon have spent their entire life fighting each other and putting their noses in places where it doesn’t belong. Elena and Caroline have always been the people who want to fix others, to make them better even if there is nothing wrong with them. Bonnie is always stuck in the middle of everyone’s problems, putting herself and others in danger for no reason.

“So, what’s the plan here?” Elena asks, taking out the last bit of weapons she has stashed in the Boarding House.

“First thing we need to do is pick a location. When is Klaus most vulnerable?” Stefan asks.

“Yeah, the last time we did that, Elijah betrayed us. That moonrock or whatever was our only chance to get him at his weakest.”

“You were one of Klaus’ bitches. What do you think?” Damon asks and turns to you.

“What?” you ask, pulling back from your own thoughts.

“You spent over two years sired to him before Tyler saved you. You must know things that can help here,” Elena says.

What she says is true. You were sired to Klaus for two years, but not in the way they believe. You were sired to him in the beginning when you were first turned by Klaus’ mother. You were a werewolf that was in the same village as Klaus and his family. You two became fast friends, always leaning on each other whenever his abusive father and your abusive mother decided to make you two their toys.

Everything was going fine until one of your own decided to kill the youngest member of the Mikaelson family. There was a family friend of Esther, Tatia, that she used her blood in a spell that would make them the Original vampires. Klaus wanted you to have the same thing, so without his parents knowing, he gave you some of that wine. You were the first-ever turned hybrid that came from a spell.

You and Klaus have spent every moment together ever since. What the gang of Mystic Falls doesn’t know is just how old you are. They think you were just another hybrid that he made with Elena’s blood, stuck with him against your will. Tyler found your pack in the mountains and proceeded to unsire every single one of Klaus’ hybrids. When Tyler got to you, that’s when you started to catch onto what he was doing.

If Tyler wanted to desperately to save you, then you were going to act like you wanted to be saved. You came to Mystic Falls and befriended the vampires in the town. Now, they all think that you hate Klaus as much as they do when really, you’re just as in love with him as you were when you first met him.

“He really liked hiding out in the woods, though, they’re usually on werewolf territory, so good luck trying to get there. It’s probably why you can never find him. The werewolves will get to you before he does. He hears chatter in the wind and he moves to another pack site.”

“That’s smart,” Caroline comments.

“Yeah, so you’re not going to find him there.”

“Guys, we need to figure out something, or else more people are going to get hurt,” Elena says. Sometimes, you really want to kill her so you don’t have to hear her speak. “Klaus needs to die.”

Hearing them talk about killing the love of your life enrages you a little bit. You could take every single person in here without breaking a sweat, but you don’t turn to violence just yet. You take out your phone to let Klaus know exactly what they’re planning. You’d be a bad girlfriend if you let them attack without warning him.

They’re planning on killing you, my love.

It’s cute if they think they can.

They seem hell-bent on figuring it out.

I’m not afraid of them if that’s what you’re worried about. They can’t hurt me even with their best player.

I’m worried someone is going to get very hurt. What should I tell them?

Tell them where I am. Let them come. If it’s a war they want, I’m only happy to provide.

Are you sure?

I’m always sure, love.

You put your phone away and look at the small group, getting up to join the elite circle.

“I do know where Klaus lives.”

“That would have been nice to know a little earlier, don’t you think?” Damon sneers.

“Damon, don’t,” Stefan butts in. “Where is he?”

“New Orleans. That place is crawling with witches and vampires, but he and his family are stationed there.”

“How do you know this?”

“Because he took me there once. The witches will know once you arrive, but most of them are scared of Klaus anyway that they’ll help you blend in. Everyone from that town knows the Mikaelsons are royalty, but their castle doesn’t have a lot of guards protecting it. If you want to get to him, that’s where you want to do it.”

“How do you know all of this? This seems awfully suspicious for someone who isn’t sired to him anymore.”

“He still thinks I am. He’ll call me every day and ask for something. He figures if he has a hybrid in another state that I can do his dirty work for him elsewhere. You want to get Klaus? That’s how you’re going to do it.”

“She does have a point. Better to take this fight to his turf than ours. He’s more comfortable there,” Stefan points out.

Now that they know a location, it didn’t take long for them to come up with a plan of attack. Of course, you told everything to Klaus as soon as you were on the plane to get to New Orleans. He told you not to worry about a thing because he’ll plan a little something for their arrival.

No one messes with the King and his Queen.

When you land in New Orleans, the gang is eager to carry out their plan of attack. Just like you said, the town is crawling with witches who sense you the minute you landed. Every single witch knows you by heart, so they’re confused why you’re with them and not with Klaus. Your love must have only told them the basic information instead of what was really going on.

“Okay, where is this son of a bitch?” Damon asks.

“The French Quarter is where he likes to hang out. You’ll want to start there. Caroline and Elena will blend in more since they’ve never been here, but you two might stick out like a sore thumb. Just be prepared. If anything, I know these guys so let me do the talking.” You pause right in front of the group and turn to Bonnie. “And Bonnie? These guys know you’re a Bennett witch. Try not to do magic unless absolutely necessary. Klaus has a thing with witches.”

You lead the group into the French Quarter while keeping your head down to avoid conflict. The group follows your lead until you reach the middle of the place you call home.

“Stay here,” you say and leave the group on your own.

You approach the small bar within the Quarter, and lean over the counter a tad, looking at the bartender.

“Is Klaus here?”

“I’m right here,” you hear your lover’s voice. You and the Mystic Falls gang turn to see him standing in one of the many doorways that enter the French Quarter. “I hear you’re looking for me?”

“Where in the world did you hear that?” Damon asks, giving you a side glare. You step away from the group and speed over to Klaus, standing just a tad behind him. He smirks and doesn’t break eye contact with the older brother. “Traitor.”

“It isn’t a betrayal if I was never on your side to begin with,” you state.

“What are you doing? You’re not sired to him anymore,” Stefan tries to appeal to you.

“My sire bond wore off in the tenth century. I’m a lot older than you think I am. I really did want to be your friend, but you’re all so driven by rage and revenge that you can’t leave us alone until we’re fixed to the standards set by you. Next time you plan to kill someone, you should think twice about who you let into your home.”

“We should get going,” Elena whispers.

“Always the level-headed one, Elena. Too bad you can’t,” Klaus grins.

Stefan and Damon try to leave using their vampire speed, but they are blocked by the spell put there from the witches in this town. It’s like a big spell to trap the four vampires and the one witch inside. Caroline steps into the sun and immediately screams in pain, seeking the shade to calm her burning skin.

“My daylight ring isn’t working.”

“Yes, you’re all trapped here. For how long is still yet to be determined. Welcome to the French Quarter ladies and gentlemen,” Klaus chuckles.

“I can’t use my magic,” Bonnie panics.

“The next time you even think about going after Klaus, I won’t be so nice,” you say.

Klaus wraps an arm around your shoulders and pulls you close, whispering something into your ear.

“Pardon us, we have other business to tend to.”

Klaus leads you away from the group, and only when you two are alone, does he turn you so that you’re facing him.

“You can relax, Klaus, no one is going to hurt you. Not as long as I am alive.”

“I can take care of myself, love,” he chuckles.

“Yeah, but isn’t it better when I do it?”

“Tenfold.”

“Always and forever, my love,” you whisper.

You lean in and press your lips to his, showing him just how much you love him.

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[snifflesthemouse]

Harry’s the Problem. His wife is the symptom. He is the real Diana 2.0 Wannabe...

         Since the Oprah interview aired, my whole perspective regarding the spare and his spouse has shifted. It would seem that I’m not alone in my thought process as more and more media outlets start reporting similar stances. Just recently, there was an article suggesting Harry didn’t change; but rather, he is only finally revealing his true self. The more I think about it all, the more I’ve come to the realization #6 is the real culprit behind everything.

         I’m not saying that his wife doesn’t have her own agenda or shares responsibility for her part in all this. Her hands are far from clean. What I am saying is it’s finally time for all of us to consider the cold, hard truth. Harry is his mother’s child. Harry is the bad egg, and his wife is only a side effect of the real problem here.

         Had it not been for the Oprah interview, I would have never put it all together. The problem with oversharing is too much information gets put out in the public. Most assume PR firms would worry about oversaturation in the press, but the real problem comes from personal interviews they cannot control in real-time. Puff pieces can be edited before publishing so facts and statements align; live interviews cannot. Over time, one of two patterns form from this oversaturation. Consistencies, repetitions, and similarities can be found in oversaturated truth-telling. Inconsistencies, changes, and huge differences result from those like Harry who prefer their trousers scorching hot from bursting into flames from deception. When you consistently lie, the only constant is the inconsistencies. 

         Now, those of us who have been following these two already know by now inconsistencies and changing stories should be expected. But the Oprah interview really highlighted some interesting things I had previously missed. The interview with Dax Shephard only solidifies my theories. Up until lately, those two have been together through most everything. Very seldom have we seen Harry alone in an interview or speech. There’s never a time where the missus isn’t popping up. James Corden proved that. Then we have the Oprah interview where she was supposed to be the star of the show. But, that was the moment it all changed. That interview was the moment she became the understudy. 

          Think about it. Who is the one being used in the media lately? Most people would suggest that the impending delivery of child number dos is why the missus is absent. One would then argue the Apple + special with Oprah started production well before the second child was a topic for discussion. The missus is being used less and less on camera or in the media. Everything is all about Harry. Forget about when Harry met Sally; Harry Met Hollywood! 

         Harry is the one doing the interviews, dropping projects, and talking with big Hollywood names. Even their announced Netflix projects are focused on one of Harry’s pre-married concepts. All the wife has going for her is a book that’s only number one in the “Books written by ex-Royals who couldn’t hack it” category. Seriously though, as of this posting the Bench is #2130 on the Amazon Books list, #12 in Children’s Black and African American Story Books, #73 in Children’s Emotions Books, and #167 in Children’s Family Life Books. Being pregnant isn’t a disqualifier for being interviewed. But, apparently being just the wife is.

         So, if it was his wife’s plan from the beginning to marry Harry, get him to abandon his family, move to California, and become a big star with a Prince for a husband, her plans have been ruined. And if you think about what she said in the interview with Oprah, you can actually see the moments she told us all exactly that. She clearly tells Oprah Harry was her direct link and source to the Royal Family and everything she needed to know. She didn’t misspeak or misunderstand a thing; she was telling us that Harry’s next to be markled. In every weird answer or revelation where she gave her versions for why their child(ren) were without title, saying they wed three days before the chapel, or having to cry out to HR since Harry failed to help her while she was so depressed she wanted to kill herself and her unborn child... all of it. It was all just the beginning. It may seem like she is attacking her husband’s family, but Harry’s the real target now.

          In just a couple sentences, she managed to reveal who Harry really was. Harry, of all people, should (and does) know how to navigate the press. Clearly, he failed to not only help her acclimate to Royal life, but it could also even be argued he set her up for failure for the get go. Let me give you an example. When my husband introduced me to his family for the first time, he told me little tidbits of information he found important for me to know. He essentially prepped me for the meeting so things went well. He wanted his family to like me because he loved me. I wanted them to like me because I loved him, too. So, I took to heart everything he told me. Yet, Harry’s wife shared with the world how little Harry cared about that. She credits Fergie with teaching her to curtsey, google for teaching her the National Anthem, and even said Her Majesty made her feel especially welcomed. So how did Harry not do more? If they started seeing one another in the early Summer of 2016, how is it Harry failed to teach or explain anything to her prior to meeting his grandmother, the Queen, when he had months and months of time to do so? How is it he failed his wife so miserably, she didn’t even understand basic UK custom, laws, or protocols? Why might you ask?

         Simply put, Harry is so much like his mother, all he knows is how to play the victim narrative while using the link to the Royal family as a nonstop ATM machine. Many people aren’t honest with themselves when it comes to Diana. She wasn’t the Mother Theresa everyone makes her out to be. Mother Theresa wasn’t a Mother Theresa either, though. Did Diana do some great things? Absolutely. Did she do them only because they were nice or great? Absolutely… not. Diana’s PR team would even have her switch up her charity causes whenever they felt it was getting to martyrdom level. They’d refer to her PR stunts as flavors. Does that sound like an innocent woman?

         Not to me. This whole time we all have seen his wife as the root of all issues, but she’s the side effect. It’s becoming more clear by the day that Harry searched out her. He wanted someone with the basic Hollywood connections that he could capitalize. Someone that seemed so controlling and ambitious it would be easy to believe they were controlling him, too. Of course he knew she would invite all the celebs she did. He probably inspired that guest list. Instead of guiding her in the press and in British society, he leads her to slaughter. He hides behind her repeated gaffes and wokeness to keep on his own mission.

         You see, Harry is obsessed with his brother eventually becoming king, being the “Second Son of Diana” and being the misfit. He is obsessed with his brother and father. They are all he talks about. When you obsess on something like that, it is more revealing than anything you say. Harry’s true motives aren’t protecting his wife and children. His real motive is making a name for himself like his mother did. If he can manage to get some revenge by making the Firm feel some backlash, hey that’s a bonus. 

         While his wife may think in her mind she will be the next Diana 2.0, the truth is we all missed who really will be. Harry is the one wanting to be Diana 2.0. If that’s the case, then that means the much older spouse for whom there are two children with, aka the wife, would be his Charles. Remember, Diana lost her HRH and titles. And we have Harry being very aggressive and pushy, to the point it seems he is trying to get ahead of a Palace announcement of them losing their titles. But it makes sense now.

         They aren’t trying to lose anything, but instead Harry keeps opening his mouth to create pressure in the media. He knows his wife does not want to give those titles back. But if he himself keeps saying outrageous things, then it would put everyone in ultimatum mode. Either Harry will push hard enough that Parliament and the Queen will have enough, or the press will get so critical of the two, Harry will push his wife to agree to returning the titles.

         Harry is following the Diana business model. While in the Royal Family, they both were seen as rock stars who had more star power the the Sovereign, which was an issue. Then, they couldn’t take all the abuse, coldness, and inhumanity, so they bolted for freedom. Instead of putting the past behind them, they use the past to monetize grief and trauma in such a way, they become their own brand. Right now, the trauma being monetized comes from the past, but the problem will soon come when that trauma is tapped out. He will need a source of new pain or victimhood. Enters the wife stage left.

          The wife is a tool. She of course has her own plans and thinks she is the one in control or the genius. She thinks she is the one everyone wants to work with. But it’s becoming clear to her that isn’t the case and she’s been played by her elite buddies. They all want him, not her. They all duped her for him. If I can see it, and I can see her already finger pointing that Harry is the failure here, then she can see it. And that means paradise will soon be lost in those Montecito hills. His wife won’t go down without a serious fight here. I wouldn’t even be surprised if she eventually causes him to lose his special visa. 

         Overall, Harry hides behind his wife like a beard or shield protecting him from the press’s glaring lens. He lets her do and say whatever she thinks is great so he can keep plotting his own plans. He allows her to take the fall, look stupid, pull stunts people can see through, etc. for a reason. He isn’t completely sure he can make it in his new California life. He knows he can’t if he keeps her for too long, but he also knows he needs an exit strategy in case it blows up. So, he pins the press to attack her as the true culprit. If they split and he has to, he can return home and play the victim of her. If they split and he is doing okay in Hollywood, she can be the reason he plays victim to big named people like Oprah and Gayle. 

         I can see it now. An Oprah Special with Harry tonight on Apple +. Something cheesy or corny that is almost plagiarism. Like Narcissus and the Prince or something. Watch. Mark my words. Oprah talking to Harry about surviving the marriage while trying to rescue two small kids, being in the spotlight as a Royal while being gaslit by a narcissistic wife… yes I can see the green screen set up now.

         I know this is difficult to digest, but I do ask you to try. While his wife is not innocent, she clearly is guilty for her own part indeed, his wife isn’t the true problem. The true problem here is a man who has a serious issue with living in the shadow of his future-King father and future-King brother, and his future-King nephew, that he has chosen to use the same exact attack model his own mother used to merch and marginally disrupt the institution that made her a star. Harry and his mother both wanted the entire spotlight, but both knew they could never have it the way they wanted it. So, they wrote their own victimhood narrative.

         And here we are now. Mark my words. Harry will keep pushing until those remaining titles are removed by them forcing the hands of Parliament and the Queen. Or, they’ll push and push in the press so much the outrage and hypocrisy will leave them no other option but to renounce and re-gift those titles and rights to the line of succession. That is what he wants, even if his missus doesn’t. Also make no mistake about it. Harry is the real Diana 2.0 wannabe, not his wife. Keep an eye out. I have this gnawing feeling that soon enough, there will be plenty leaks from the wife about the husband. She won’t go quietly into the Beverly Hills… but neither will he.

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If I Fell For You (Part 12) - Not So Sweet Home

Summary: Jensen is fed up with his parents ignoring Y/N all day and when he gets a moment alone, blows up on them like never before. The reader sees how upset Jensen is over what’s happening and does her best to defend him while still trying to salvage a relationship with them...

Masterlist

Pairing: Jensen x nanny!reader

Word Count: 6,200ish

Warnings: language, major family angst, mention of a dead parent

A/N: Eek! If you like angst this part is for you! Please enjoy and let me know what you think!

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It was late, the kids asleep in the guest bedroom, Jensen’s siblings and their families gone home for the evening aside from his brother. He made some half ass excuse about wanting to hang out with Jensen more but you knew he could sense what you did. Jensen was getting close to popping after a whole day of politeness on his part and his parents ignoring you on theirs.

Jensen was bouncing his knee like crazy as he sipped on his beer around a gas fire pit, suddenly stopping when you shifted in your seat.

“Maybe you ought to cool it with the alcohol tonight,” said his dad. Jensen set his empty bottle down on the grass and breathed deeply through his nose. “Your legs been-”

“Y/N, would you get me another beer please?” asked Jensen. You took the opportunity to get out of there, surprised when the back door opened quickly after you, his brother closing it behind him.

“I don’t think your parents like me very much,” you said, going to the fridge and pulling out a drink. 

“I know,” he said, glancing out the dark window. “Jensen asked me to make sure you don’t come back out there.”

“He’s gonna go off on them.”

“Yeah, that’s what I’m guessing,” he said with a sigh. “I have a feeling this isn’t going to go well. You guys can crash at my place if you want. We don’t have a guest room but we have an air mattress we can put in the family room.”

“You think it’ll be that bad?”

“Yeah,” he said quietly.

“Then why are we in here talking about this when we should be out there making sure he doesn’t say something he regrets in the morning.”

“You might hear things you can’t unhear,” he said. 

“Right now my concern isn’t if my feelings get hurt. He’s really upset and I need him to be okay.”

“You know that’s why the rest of us like you, don’t you? You care about him, the kids. You’re in love with him.”

“Yes I am,” you said as he nodded.

“You call me if either of you ever need anything,” he said, going back to the door. You nodded and took a deep breath, following him outside and already hearing raised voices.

“She’s half your age, Jensen,” said his mom. “She was your nanny. Sweetie you have to know what’s going on here.”

“You’re getting played,” said his father, catching you walking out with Josh.

“She is not half my age. She’s thirty fucking years old! She’s a goddamn adult and been through more shit then both of you put together! She’s not after fucking money,” snapped Jensen who was already out of his seat.

“You’re engaged to the girl after five months!” said his father. “It took you years to propose the first time around!”

“Because I was a nervous kid that was away working constantly. I didn’t want to make Dee stay if it was gonna make her unhappy. I’m not afraid of how I feel anymore because I feel the same about her as I do Dee and I’m not wasting my time so I can stick to your socially acceptable schedule,” said Jensen. “I love her and she’s gonna be part of this family whether you like it or not. Deal with it.”

“You need a prenup,” said his dad.

“No I don’t!”

“Yes you do! You’ve known the girl for not even six months!”

“She’s not up to anything!” shouted Jensen.

“Son-”

“Have you ever lost your wife? Have you ever been in the car and almost die yourself while you watch her breathe for the last time? Where she’s hurt and you can’t do a thing to fix it? Have you ever had to tell your children their mother is dead and she’s not coming back? You have no idea, no idea, what that does to you, how much it hurts and how much it hurts when you’re still so fucked up and your parents start making comments behind closed doors about you and you have to pretend you’re better when you’re really not. When you don’t even care about yourself anymore, when you pretend for everyone’s sake so they stop treating you like a child, when you don’t know how to tell your kids it’s okay because it’s not. It’s not. Until you go through that, until you know how bad it hurts, don’t assume a damn thing about her. She’s my best friend and she makes me feel like my old self again. I laugh and smile and have fun and when I get scared or feel guilty or freak out she makes me feel better. I don’t give a fuck how old she is or what her job was. She’s kind and good and she deserves better than you two. Danneel’s parents like her. Jared’s parents like her. Her old foster dad’s family likes her. Our family likes her except for you two. Get your heads out of your asses or you can not even bother letting me know you exist anymore. I’m done with things hurting the women I care about. I couldn’t stop what happened to Dee but I can sure as hell keep Y/N away from the two of you,” said Jensen. He huffed and walked off, Josh running off after him. 

“Well congratulations. You got your hooks in him deep, don’t you,” said his father. You rolled your eyes and his mother scoffed.

“You can take care of someone without treating them like a child you know. He’s an incredibly strong person. If you don’t like me fine. But don’t call him stupid or easily manipulated or imply that it’s wrong to know you love someone after only a certain amount of time. I love your son.”

“You love his money,” said his mom.

“I do just fine on my own,” you said, narrowing your eyes. “He’s staying at Josh’s house tonight. We’ll pick up the kids in the morning.”

“He’s overreacting. He’ll be fine in the morning,” said his dad. You crossed your arms and leaned your head back. “He’ll be fine.”

“You two don’t know a thing about me and you assume I want money because of my age and my former career. Don’t assume your son will be fine and get over it.”

“We’ve known him a lot longer than you have. He’ll get over it after a night’s rest.”

“You may have known him longer and I’m sure in some regards you do know him better but not the ones that matter. If you did, you would have seen how much he would have loved for the two of you to like me. I would have taken some respect and been happy because trust me, I get how this looks to everyone else. I understand you have fears and I’m not mad you have them. I’m mad you assume those are facts when all they are is a story you made up in your head you don’t want to change. He’s right, I’m not going anywhere. The difference between him and me though is that I’ll stay out here all damn night with the two of you until you get it through your heads that I’m not here to fuck him over. I love him. I don’t have family, not really. Things have always been screwed up for me pretty much until I met him and he didn’t have to say it for me to know that he was hoping he could share the two of you with me. Maybe I was hoping for that too. But right now I’ll take some goddamn respect and an apology to your son to start and we can go from there.”

“You’re gonna curse at us and expect an apology?” said his mom. “We know you took him when he was at his low and tricked him into trusting you so you could get exactly what you wanted.”

“You know what I want? What I’ve always wanted and somehow always seems to get ripped away? A family. A stupid fucking family. Being a nanny? That let me feel like part of the family. I could pretend I was like all of those people I worked for. Nice and normal and like people gave a shit. Some kindness and a family is all I’ve ever wanted. You two...you wouldn’t have survived a day in my childhood. In my adulthood with the shitty ex boyfriend and the crappy friends and I picked myself over all of them because my mom told me to stand up for myself. Even when she couldn’t be there and I wanted her to. So I stand up for myself and now I stand up for him and those three kids to anyone and I mean anyone, that hurts them. He’s my family and those kids are my family. I don’t know what you think I’m gonna do but I guarantee the only thing I will do is tell you two where to shove it and to leave him the hell alone.”

“Why would we believe anything you say? At all?” his dad asked. “It’s probably the same sad story you told him to get him on the line. I don’t buy it.”

“I have a million dollar book deal. I’ve worked rent free for a lot of rich people since I was eighteen years old. Do I sound like someone who needs his money?” you said. You put your hands on your hips and shook your head. “What is it? You want me to sign a prenup? I would but he doesn’t want one. He trusts me and for a guy that lost his wife and had to work through falling in love with another person, I respect that. He knows what he wants and he’s not wasting time. This is scary for him. It’s scary for me. But when Dee’s parents gave me open arms and kindness and their blessing, the last people I ever expected to disapprove were you two. If you’re going to stand there and keeping calling me a liar, I’m going to find your sons and I’m going take care of Jensen instead of wasting my time here.”

“We don’t disapprove of him moving on and marrying again,” said his mom as you turned to walk away.

“Could have fooled me,” you said. 

“He’s going too fast and he doesn’t know you either, not well enough to make a decision like that,” said his dad. You turned around and smiled.

“He knows my favorite color. He knows what my favorite flavor of ice cream is. He knows why I have nightmares and he knows how to make me forget them in the first place. I’m sorry we aren’t doing things on your schedule but it’s his life. He can do whatever the fuck he wants with it, whether that’s me or somebody else. For the record, he knows me just fine. Oh and if this is how you plan on speaking to him again in the morning, I’ll pick up the kids myself.”

“We’re looking out for his best interest,” said his dad.

“No, you think you’re looking at his wallet for him. See money? People think that’s important and it is but best interest? It ain’t that shit,” you said as you started to leave.

“Well what do you assume his best interest is then?” said his mom. 

“Treating him like an adult. He is smart and strong and the most emotionally healthy man I’ve ever met which considering all the fucked up shit he’s been through and felt the past year is really saying something. He’s your child but he’s not a child. He found someone he loves and all he wanted to do was share me with you. This was his worst nightmare and I couldn’t stop it. So if you’re not gonna even try with me, then I’m gonna protect him from you.”

“He doesn’t need protecting from us,” he said.

“You call him stupid and that he can’t take care of himself, that he can be fooled and that the person he thinks is his best friend really only wants him for his money. He knows none of those things are true but it’s what you said to him when you said that about me. For a man who went through what he did, it wasn’t mean. It was cruel. I’m gonna go fix what I can of your relationship with him because despite all that, I know you guys love each other and I’m not letting that get fucked up because you think whatever the hell you think about me.”

You stormed off around the house and found Josh’s truck still there but neither man in sight. You looked around and heard a sniffle, your head going up to the roof. You saw the lattice work on the side and climbed up, peeking your head up to spot the two of them sat on the roof.

“Hey,” you said quietly. Jensen wouldn’t look at you, Josh rubbing his back. 

“Careful,” he said as you climbed up and slowly walked over. You took a seat on your bottom, spotting the window behind them. “That was my room. Jensen used to sneak out this way. I was always too nervous of getting caught to try myself. You landed the bad boy of the family.”

“Oh yeah, such a bad boy,” you said. You scooted closer on your butt to him, Jensen resting his head on his knees. “Hey. Before you even think about it don’t say you’re sorry.”

“I know,” he said. He took a deep breath but looked up, looking fairly normal aside from a slightly pink nose. “I wasn’t expecting that.”

“Nobody was,” said Josh. “I’ll give you guys a minute. I’ll be in my car when you’re ready.”

“You should go home,” said Jensen. “Staying in a different house won’t change anything.”

“That was kinda fucked up what they said.” Jensen raised an eyebrow and he shrugged. “I don’t always agree with them. If you guys want to stay, that’s your choice but I’m not going home without telling them what a mistake they’re making.”

“You don’t have to-”

“You’re my little brother and I like her. Even if I didn’t, they’re being assholes and she doesn’t deserve that. You don’t. Alright?”

Jensen nodded and Josh walked off to the lattice and climbed down while you scooted next to Jensen. 

“You thought your siblings weren’t gonna like me,” you said.

“He’s a good person. He’s never told off our parents before so...I don’t know if I’m happy about that or not.”

“He’s a good big brother,” you said, wrapping your arms around him. “I don’t love you for your family though. I don’t care if your parents don’t like me. I’ll deal with it.”

“I wish you didn’t have to,” he said.

“I still like your dad so much better than mine,” you said.

“Yours is a monster to be fair.”

“Yeah, he is. Yours love you and I don’t agree with them but in their minds, they’re protecting you and I don’t have a problem with anyone trying to do that.”

“How are you so fucking kind to them after they basically said you’re with their dumbass son because of money?”

“Like you said, I know monsters. I know toxic and bad. They aren’t it. They raised you and I really, really like you. Good people can be stupid and still be good. In the morning we’ll try again.”

“What if I can’t get them to change their minds?” he said quietly. 

“Jensen,” you said, moving to squat down in front of him. You grabbed his cheeks and he stared at you. “You don’t have to pick anybody over anybody. Maybe I won’t be close with them but that’s okay. It’s so okay. We’ll respect each other or just won’t talk to each other and we’ll figure it out but we don’t have to do it all tonight.”

“I think what bothers me the most is they’ve already made up their minds about you based on your age when they don’t even realize who you are. They don’t see that this is the kind of person you are, kind and supportive and I heard you not taking their bullshit. You’re a stronger person than I am and I wish they could see that the reason I’m not freaking out over this is cause I know you’re my partner and you got my back like I got yours. I’m just having a hard time understanding why they won’t even listen to us.”

“I don’t know,” you said, eyes darting to the window when you caught some movement inside. You narrowed them and glanced down, spotting the crack between the windowsill and frame. “I’m a little cool. I’m gonna get my sweatshirt if that’s okay.”

“Careful climbing in,” he said, turning on his bottom and pushing the window up. You kissed his cheek and climbed inside, the room empty as far as you could tell. You stepped out to the hall and into his old room, getting your hoodie, his old hoodie. You pulled it on but went downstairs, catching his parents in the kitchen with Josh.

“Josh may I speak to your parents in private,” you said.

“Yeah. I’m done here. I’ll be over for brunch, okay?” he said. He walked past you and caught your arm. “Call me if you need me back.” You nodded and he kissed your temple before he went out. 

“Were you eavesdropping on us?” you asked, crossing your arms.

“We went to tell him to get off the roof. We could see him from the backyard up there,” said his mom, putting her back to you as she mixed up something in a mug. “But we heard the three of you talking and then the two of you. We didn’t mean-”

“We are all on the same side. His side. We should get along. It shouldn’t be this difficult and I don’t appreciate private conversations being listened in on. But I hope you understand that you hurt your son. I know you didn’t mean to and it’s the last thing you’d ever want to do to him. But you did. So please try to help me fix this. This isn’t easy for me to accept that you don’t like me either but you’re gonna respect me. If we can respect each other, then he’s not going to worry as much at least. Please promise that we can agree to that,” you said. His parents looked at each other and you sighed. “You have to be kidding me. What do you want me to do? Go away? I can’t do that. I won’t do that.”

“That’s not...Jensen called your father a monster up there,” he said. 

“I thought it was a sob story according to you ten minutes ago.”

“You said you don’t have parents. He said your father is alive.”

“What’s your point, Mr. Ackles,” you said. “Please enlighten me.”

“It doesn’t make much sense to tell different stories,” he said. 

“You can’t even give me the benefit of the doubt that I love your son. Why the fuck would I tell you things only he knows, things so few people know about. Why would I trust you with the worst parts of my life when you don’t accept the best ones. For your information, my birth mother is dead. My adoptive mother is dead. I wish my son of a bitch father was dead. The only glimmer of a parent I have maybe, maybe was my foster father. That was until last weekend. I met some parents. I met Dee’s. I met Jared’s. I got the same message from all of them. Let us know if you ever need anything. Oh the way he looks at you. You must be pretty special. Anything at all, you give us a call. People that don’t even have an obligation to look in my direction treated me like I was their kid. So maybe he and I both got our hopes up with you two and that was on us. If you want to pick apart what I’ve said and call me a liar…” you said, putting your hands on your hips. Your shut your eyes and breathed deeply, turning around. “I don’t care if you have to pretend to respect me. Just do it for his sake and the kids sakes, alright?”

A tissue appeared over your shoulder and you took it, blowing your nose and stepping away. 

“When did your mother’s pass?” you heard behind you. You threw your head back and took a deep breath.

“When I was born and when I was sixteen,” you said, turning around and swallowing. “Why does that matter?”

“When were you adopted?” he asked.

“Why do you care?”

“Please.”

“I was eight,” you said.

“So you only had your mother for eight years then,” he said. 

“Yeah. She got sick when I was fourteen. I stayed with her boyfriend until I moved out for my first nanny job at eighteen. It was all very sad and angsty,” you said.

“Who made the first move?” 

“I’m done with this interrogation,” you said. You started to leave but he stepped in front of you. “What do you want from me?”

“I just want to know who made the first move, you or Jensen.”

“I don’t…” you trailed off. “We had a fight. I told him I didn’t want him to be my friend anymore, he was just my boss and that was it. We couldn’t hang out at night and stuff anymore.”

“Why?”

“I didn’t want him to hurt me,” you said quietly. “I didn’t fit with his life. I’m not a pretty actress. I’m not smart. I’m the younger nanny and that’s all I was gonna be until I became an older nanny and that was supposed to be my life. I didn’t ask for…”

“For what?” asked his mother, carrying over her mug and setting it down on the end table.

“I didn’t ask for him to love me. But he did and I don’t know why but I trusted him not to hurt me. It’s not fairytales and roses all day every day but I like having a best friend and I never would have submitted those books to a publisher without him encouraging me and I need him to feel better. He can’t catch a break lately and I hate seeing him upset. It makes me sick to my stomach and I really, really need him to be okay so please stop doing this. Just stop. Please. I don’t care if we have to pretend the rest of our lives but please, I can’t keep seeing him take hit after hit anymore and not being able to stop it.”

You weren’t expecting the hug from his father or to bury your face in his chest for a brief moment. His mom guided you to sit on the couch, pulling a blanket around you. She handed you the mug and you saw it was hot chocolate, your eyes darting back and forth between them.

“This isn’t about to be like a lifetime movie where you murder me, right?” you said. 

“No,” said his mom as she sat next to you. “We hurt you quite deeply today, didn’t we.”

You stared at the mug, holding it in your hands. 

“You were looking forward to meeting us,” said his dad as he sat down on your other side.

“It doesn’t matter. All I care about is him.”

“I don’t think he’d be very happy with you laying down for a semblance of normalcy for him,” he said.

“Just spit out whatever the fuck you want,” you said. You gripped the mug and shut your eyes.

“I’d like you to stop swearing please,” he said. “In exchange, maybe we can have a second chance.”

“Second chance at what?” you said dryly.

“At meeting our son’s fiance.” You lifted your head and stared at him, catching a bashful look you saw in Jensen every so often. “We understand, as well as we can, he was hurt after Danneel. We can’t fix those problems like when he would scrape his knees. We knew he was in a vulnerable position and things between the two of you seemed so fast for how in pain he was. We thought of the worst of you before knowing you and that wasn’t right of us. We were trying to protect him. But like you said, we all try to do that. So if you’ll let us, give us a second chance.”

“For him, I will give you both a second chance,” you said. “I’m sorry to have to be the one to tell you this but this sort of thing isn’t going to go away just like that, for him or for me.”

“Is there anything…” said his mom as you shook your head. “We are sorry for before. Truly.”

“I know. Trust is difficult for me on a normal day. You guys kinda tore through the safety nets I thought I had with you. I need to build them up again is all.”

“That was you that said that, people have safety nets,” she said. You raised and eyebrow and she sighed. “Jensen, months back, he told us his therapist told him that, put things in perspective.”

“I guess couple’s are kinda each other’s therapists,” you said. “Sometimes they just need to vent to each other too.”

“Before you said...has he ever been to one?” asked his dad.

“Last weekend was...intense. I went to one as a child and he talked to him for a little while, helped him put things in perspective,” you said.

“Intense? Did you fight?” she asked.

“He and JJ got stung by a scorpion. It was a little serious. We went out the next night and I made a comment and he took it a different way and he got upset thinking I thought of myself as being less in his eyes than Dee was. I know it’s not true, it’s just different. He’s been having a really great week aside from today.”

You took a sip of the hot chocolate and went back for more, drinking half the mug down. 

“We screwed up,” said his dad with a sigh, sitting back against the couch. 

“Yeah but he’ll forgive you,” you said. “This is really good Mrs. Ackles.”

“Thank you sweetie and call me Donna. I made it for Jensen. He’s always liked it when he was living here and having a bad day.”

“Why do you think he’ll forgive us?” asked his dad as Donna got up.

“Because he’s Jensen. He’s not an angry man. Angry in moments but he doesn’t hold onto anger. I wouldn’t expect anything less from him. So I know he’ll forgive you. When I’m not sure of but it won’t be forever.”

“Have you two ever fought badly?” he asked.

“We’ve had a few fights. Mostly small and when we’re both tired or hungry. We had a big one a few weeks ago when he got home but we talked about why it happened and how to make sure it doesn’t again,” you said. Donna carried over a kettle and poured more hot chocolate in your mug. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. Don't ask about fights Alan. It’s not our business. We should let them tell us what they want,” she said as she walked back to the kitchen.

“They probably should have had a big fight at least once to know if they can work through those things and it sounds like they have,” he said when he turned to you. “I know you’re probably love struck but marriage? That’s a lifetime of putting in the work.”

“Alan if I didn’t care about putting in the work I wouldn’t be down here right now. I know I don’t know everything I’m signing up for and no one really does but I know him and the kids and that’s worth the parts I have to work at.”

“You sound older than you look.”

“Age doesn’t always equal life experience,” you said.

“I suppose not,” he said. He stood and took a deep breath. “I do apologize for thinking the worst of you and not giving you a fair chance upfront.”

“Thank you,” you said. “I’m going to bring this up and check on him.”

“Can I ask one last thing?” asked his dad. You nodded and he looked over to Donna who gave him a short nod. “Josh said you really love him.”

“I do.”

“Do you think he loves you the same way?”

“I know he does,” you said.

“How are you so sure?”

“How are you so sure your wife loves you?” you said. “Goodnight Alan.”

“Goodnight,” he said, his mom catching up with you in the foyer where the stairs were. You gave her a tired smile and she nodded.

“If I told you something, would you keep it a secret from Jensen?” she asked.

“No,” you said with a smile. 

“I had to try,” she said. “We’re not like this by nature. Something happened he doesn’t know about when he was recovering that put us off to you. A woman. A young woman at his physical therapy.”

“What happened?” you asked quietly. She took a seat on a step and you sat beside her. “If someone tried to take advantage of him, you should have told me and him. He thinks you guys have gone nuts, no offense.”

“You’ll find with time you’d rather have your child safe and upset at you than the other way around,” she said. 

“What happened?”

“We moved down to the house for a few months to help Jensen. He went to physical therapy. A very good place. A family friend works there and got him in and he regained a lot of strength in his leg quickly because of it. There were nurses that often helped and he worked with a few regularly and they develop a relationship and all that. It’s good for morale and healing we were told. One of these girls was about your age and our family friend overheard her gossiping to a friend on the phone during a lunch break.”

“Gossiping about…” you said. “Jensen?”

“They saw an opportunity to manipulate him. He is smart, smarter than the both of us together, but he was going through the motions that first month. She made him smile a bit. She flirted with him. Our friend told us what she’d said and we realized, he could be hurt again. Taken advantage of for what he has, what he can offer. His sudden shift in mood this year, introducing you as a fiance, made us think we’d failed to protect him this time.”

“Why not tell him that?” you asked.

“And tell him he was being manipulated back then? He’s so adamant that it can’t happen to him but we know different.”

“I think you should tell him, Donna. It makes your reaction today seem not so…” you said, her head shaking.

“Ma,” you both heard. You looked over your shoulders, Jensen sat against the wall at the top of the landing. “Mom. Jerry told me why I got a new nurse when it happened. She was nice, or was pretending to be, I don’t know. But I didn’t like her. I never got manipulated and I was never going to.”

“How long-” you said, Jensen rubbing the back of his neck. “You heard everything.”

“Yup,” he said, popping his p, his dad coming over to the bottom of the stairs and staring up. “I don’t want to talk to either of you right now. Y/N, I’d like to go to bed, please.”

“Accept their apology Jensen. You can hash out the rest of this in the morning but accept that they know they were in the wrong,” you said. 

“Why should I?” he asked, cocking his head.

“We both got hurt out of their love for you. They are not monsters and I know the difference,” you said. “You know too.”

“Will you two ever look at me the same again,” said Jensen, staring at the landing. 

“Honey it was a fight. It’ll be alright,” said his mom, his head shaking.

“Ever since I woke up in the hospital, you two look at me like I’m a kid. Like I’m weak and defenseless. But I’m not. I’m stronger than I’ve ever been and this whole day could have been avoided if you treated me like your adult son, not the kid who fell off his bike and cries over a cut. I needed you two to take over, I did, I honestly did after the accident. I couldn’t take care of myself let alone the kids. But you haven’t stopped thinking I can take care of me again. I can. I do. I know I’m your kid but let me be an adult again. Trust me. Please.”

“Come here,” you said, holding out your hand. He slid down the steps and you stood up and aside, letting him get a hug from his mom and then dad. 

“We’re sorry,” said his dad.

“I know,” said Jensen quietly. “Never do something like that again. Ever.”

“We won’t,” he said. You leaned against the wall and sipped on the hot chocolate, Jensen’s nose twitching.

“That’s my cocoa,” he said, turning his head up at you.

“I just Jerry Springer’ed ya’ll. I get the cocoa. Get your own,” you said. He smiled and you gave it right back, his parents pulling off and bringing him to his feet. 

“Come here,” said his dad as his mom dragged him off towards the kitchen with the promise of hot chocolate. You stepped down until you were about his height and took a drink, licking your lips when you finished. “How do you just let that go? You were so angry before.”

“I’ve been to therapy. I have good diffusing skills,” you said. 

“Is that a joke?”

“Not really,” you said with a smile. “You made a mistake because you love him. I’m gonna make mistakes because I love him. So when I screw up, now you owe me one, deal?”

“I know it’s getting late but would you be willing to stay up a while longer, maybe find out that favorite color?” he asked. You smiled and nodded, stepping down.

“Depends on the day,” said Jensen, stepping out with a mug of his own.

“He’s right,” you said. “You okay to stay up a bit?”

He nodded and walked back to the family room, taking your hand. 

“Better?” you whispered to him.

“Yeah. Not all the way but definitely better honey.”

It was warm when you woke up the next morning. You peeled open an eye and caught Jensen laying awake, staring at his ceiling. You kicked off the blankets and he reached an arm out, pulling you to lay on his chest.

“It’s hot in here,” you mumbled, eyes shutting again.

“There’s a box covering the vent,” he said, dancing his fingers lazily over your bare arm. “It’s almost noon.”

“Seriously?” you said into his chest, nuzzling against his soft skin.

“Yeah. Sounds like they’re out back with the kids,” he said. You nodded and felt him move his fingers all over you, soft and light, absentmindedly tracing patterns every so often.

“Still upset?” you asked, his head nodding. “They’re human. They fuck up.”

“Are you angry?”

“I was. Not anymore. I kinda like ‘em actually.”

“Why would you give them a second chance?” he asked. 

“When I got adopted I didn’t like, instantly love my mom. I was scared of her at first. I don’t know, I get that you can not like someone at first and then love them unconditionally, you know? It’s weird but your opinions can change once you get to know someone.”

“I don’t do a very good job of protecting you from things,” he said, tilting his head, moving a few hairs behind your ear. You looked up at him, his fingers playing in your hair behind you. 

“Honey you went off on your parents last night. I bet you’ve never done that to them. You were trying to protect me and you did. No one has ever protected me the way you do,” you said. “Today is a new day and I’d like to get to know my new family some more.”

“Okay,” he said softly. “I’ll follow your lead.”

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A/N: Read Part 13 here!