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fleurriee · 1 year ago

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— the best way to learn ; aemond targaryen

pairing ; aemond targaryen x wife!reader

synopsis ; for a second there, you thought you’d lost your daughter. you should’ve known she’d be with her father, doing what they do best - causing mayhem in the privacy of your chambers.

word count ; 3.3k

themes ; fluff, established relationship (married)

warnings ; none. maybe slightly ooc aemond???

author’s note ; first time writing for aemond,,,, what do we think??? this man has a chokehold on me ever since that first episode we saw him in & i’ve finally given in and done something about it asdfghjkl also i can’t make alicent a villain, especially when she’s olivia cooke, im sorry.

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You couldn’t find your daughter.

The last time you saw her had been early in the morning, sending her over to her nursemaids as they took over. She’d be spending majority of the day there, catching up on her reading and slowly beginning to learn more equity. You didn’t like it when the day turned out in such a way, because she was your daughter, and it was technically your job to teach her such things, but when yourself and Aemond became busy at the same times, you had no other choice.

This morning, you were called by Queen Alicent, your mother-in-law, requesting that you spend the majority of the day with her, sharing between both the council room, but also her chambers. She’d asked that you come in on some of the council sessions that would be taking place during the day, aiding her in the errands of the kingdom she was suddenly having to take care of due to the King’s declining health.

(Although, she had also mentioned that she also wished to spend some time with you regardless, seeing as it had been a little too long for her liking. The two of you had gotten along pretty much from the moment you met, with her relishing in the perfect match between yourself and Aemond. Ever since then, you’ve been like another daughter to her.)

You were constantly feeling honoured and a little proud of yourself whenever Queen Alicent would ask specifically for your presence during these meetings - after all, you were only her second son’s wife, with barely any authority placed upon your shoulders when it came to making final decisions like this.

When you’d first told her of your worries of others opinions on your presence there, she’d instantly shut them down. Queen Alicent head adamantly stated that she valued your opinion, not only as a member of her family, but as a woman. She knew you’d go with the options that would be best for the kingdom entirely.

No one had ever said anything to you, despite the lingering glances they’d continue to give you throughout each meeting. You had an idea that the reason nothing had happened was both on the Queen’s orders, and for the fear of your husband’s wrath should you mention just a slither of an occurrence to him.

The reason why Aemond was unable to properly look after your daughter was due to the training he had with Sir Criston Cole in the yard. It was an errand he didn’t enjoy - in fact, every time he knew he had it forthcoming and afterwards on his return, he would grumble and groan about participating in it.

When it came to Aemond, he much preferred staying in with his family, reading some other tome he’d found in the archives of the family library that spoke of extravagant histories. Aemond Targaryen had never been into tourneys and training like that, but, he knew, as was his duty as the second son of the King and Queen of the Seven Kingdoms, he needed to learn to protect those close to his heart - his two girls at the top of that list.

So, despite wishing he was anywhere else rather than in that particular yard, as onlookers watched on with beady eyes, he keep himself there. The practice would allow him to feel confident in himself that he could protect his wife and daughter. Not that he would never not try, anyway, but the reassurances were nice.

The bonus was that he was good at it, meaning those of the guard would command that he help protect the rest of the kingdom, alongside them. No one was about to pass up a good warrior like Aemond Targaryen, even if he did grumble and glare at them.

Therefore, due to the both of you being busy with duties neither of you were particularly happy to be doing, you had trusted your only daughter in the care of her nursemaids. Before you’d left her, you promised her that her mother and father would call for her later, at a more suitable time where the three of you could be together as a proper family in the safe confines of your chambers.

It was difficult to really show off the love you had for one another in the way you admired, majority of the time. You couldn’t really do so when roaming the halls of the castle, or when walking some of the better streets of the kingdom.

As royals, it was customary for you to keep straight faces, to smile politely in a nice way, and to only ever speak when you were spoken to, more so than ever seeing as you were a woman. To you, as a princess, the wife to the second son of King Viserys, it was of paramount importance that you taught your own daughter the same thing you were taught, too - to be a lady when seen in public, to be prim and proper, but when safely wrapped in the warm embrace of those your trusted wholeheartedly, be whoever you wanted to be.

Even from a young age, yourself and Aemond did your absolute best to teach her that, knowing it was to be a fundamental part of her personality if she were to survive in this part of the world she was chosen to grow up in. Thankfully (as you’d always say), your daughter had taken after her father immensely in every way, and not just in her appearance, with her violet eyes and silver mane - no, she was also fierce, wishing to one day be wearing a similar armour to her father and wield a sword that represented his.

This dream of hers wouldn’t disappear, no matter how many times you heard others try and quell it. It wouldn’t, though, not when you, Aemond and Queen Alicent herself allowed her to dream whatever she wanted, promising her that one day, they would all come true. And, if it was up to the three of you, you’d make sure it did. Aemond had told her it would, too, many times, but reminding her that, for now, the two of them would have to pretend it was the same when fighting with wooden swords in your private chambers.

And, that’s exactly where you were headed now.

After bidding a swift goodbye to your good mother, promising her that you would make sure to see her again before the day was over (to which she replied, preferably with my son and granddaughter, with a chuckle), you’d gone back to where you’d left your daughter with her nursemaids early that morning. But, upon entering, you noticed she hadn’t been there - no one had.

Despite believing that surely she’d be safe if she was in the company of her nursemaids, knowing they’d protect her with their lives as they had vowed, for just a split second, you could feel your heart dropping to the very bottom of your stomach, feeling as though you were going to throw it up out of nerves. But, you told yourself that everything was fine, willing yourself to calm down, and repeatedly telling yourself that you simply hadn’t checked enough rooms to be completely worried yet.

However, it only spiked up more than ever when you’d gone down to the yard to speak to your husband, wanting to see if maybe he had seen her. Only when you came up short, everything felt worse. Not even Sir Criston was there, meaning you couldn’t question him about anything, even if you’d wanted to.

There was a part of your mind that was desperate to think logically, to think rationally - maybe Aemond had left to see her. Yeah, you’re sure that was it. Still, that one part of your mind wouldn’t stop nagging at you with dangerous, pessimistic thoughts.

Palms sweating and eyes flickering madly from one corner to the other, and then only repeating the same process, desperation is clear in your actions as you tried your damn hardest to keep a levelled composure. You knew it wouldn’t do well for anyone else dwelling in the confines of the kingdom’s walls to see you acting so wildly and brash, not when they were so used to you being the rational one that calms your husband down during his own heightened tempers. There would be no use in causing a mayhem if there was nothing to worry about, which is what you continued to tell yourself, hoping that the more you thought it, the more likely it would be on the other end.

It wasn’t like you could help these particular feelings, either - you were a mother after all, and you were always going to worry. No matter the circumstances, no matter the place, no matter the people… you would always have these lingering doubts that something was wrong with your baby if she was ever not in your’s or your husband’s arms.

That’s why your steps stayed hurried and frantic, and your breaths started to become slightly laboured as you rushed to your shared bedchambers, forcing the doors open and hoping above all hopes - to both the Old Gods and the New - that something would be inside that would give you the answers to calm your racing heart.

And, the sight that greeted you, face-to-face, the moment those doors opened, managed to fill your heart with the upmost of love.

There, standing on your bed, feet bouncing her up, down and around as she yelled out with her squealed, tiny giggles, was your daughter. Her hair was an absolute mess, no longer styled in the plaits you’d given her that morning; strands of silver falling into her face from the length of it - again, wanting to take after her father. It wasn’t bothering her, though, not when there was an elated smile plastered right upon her lips as she attempted to push her father further away from her, hands pulled out in front of her like she was warning him off.

Said husband of yours was continuing to stand at the end of your bed, a teasing, expectant expression on his face, like he was awaiting something. Aemond was slightly hunched over, preparing for the next opening when he could pounce upon your daughter and attack with all the love he had on offer.

As all this was happening, you stayed silent, watching on as the two of them breathed heavily. That was a sure sign that this had possibly been happening for a short while now - as it always would, when she was playing with her father.

“Kepa (father),” she paused, taking another deep breath, the flush of her cheeks apparent as another small giggle escaped from her lips. “Kepa (father), I don’t know!”

Walking ever so slightly closer to her, Aemond tsked, shaking his head. Still, the reading grin never left his features. “Yes, you do, ñuha byke zaldrīzes (my little dragon)…”

My little dragon. You absolutely adored it when he called her that, making you feel proud and domesticated with the two of them, with your little family. And, she was his little dragon, in every aspect - looks, personally, heritage. It would only be a matter of time before she possessed her only companion, and you couldn’t wait to be there with her for that achievement.

However, too caught up in the haze of the love you held so dearly for them, you hadn’t realised your daughter spotted you, her eyes sneakily looking for a way of escape and heart jumping for joy when she spotted you lingering. “Muña (mother)!” her yell pierced through the walls of the chambers, clambering herself off the bed as quick as possible (trying to avoid her father’s arms reaching for her), and wrapping her tiny self around one of your legs, safe beneath your dress and hiding herself behind the material.

Watching her, and noticing what had caught her eye, accompanied by her correct High Valyrian, your lord husband spotted you, as well. His once teasing, mischievous expression instantly turned softer at the sigh of his lady wife, stepping a little closer to the two of you. “My lady wife, I did not expect to see you until later in the day.”

You chuckled, smiling back at him lovingly before reaching a hand out to stroke the top of your daughter’s head, both a motherly gesture and an attempt to brush some of the silver strands back from her flushed face. “As did I,” you replied, “but when I went to check in on Visenya only to find her not there… I panicked.”

With a sympathetic smile, Aemond looked lovingly down at you, at the worry that was still slightly hidden behind your tone of his at your admittance. He reached over until his hand was clasping behind your neck, bringing you forwards and all the more closer to him so he could place a delicate kiss against your forehead. The whole gesture was so loving and tender, so much different in comparison to how he usually portrayed himself anywhere else that wasn’t in your chambers with his little family.

“Kepa came to get me,” your daughter explained, not realising that she was beginning to rat her father out. Her chin was propped up against your leg, looking up at you with such innocent eyes - violet, like her father. “He told me it was time to learn more High Valyrian.”

At her words, you focused your attention back on your husband, cocking a brow at him as your smile slowly faded just a smidge. No one would’ve noticed it, but, Aemond wasn’t no one - he knew you better than he knew himself. He sighed, “I know I should’ve told you, but, I didn’t think you’d mind.”

“You know I always check up on her, Aemond,” you spoke, voice quiet and just a tiny bit exasperated as you reprimanded your husband. You should’ve known Visenya would’ve been with her father all along, for reasons exactly as this one. But, the worry of a mother would always eat away at you until your daughter was back in your own grasp. That’s just how it was - you couldn’t help yourself.

As a second longer passed and the silence stilled within the room, the small slither of annoyance you previously felt dissipated at the apologetic, longing look he was sending you. You always gave in easily when it came to Aemond Targaryen, no matter the face he was pulling at you - he was just that handsome. You could feel a small shift down by your leg, spotting your daughter continuously looking from yourself, then over to her father, trying to fully understand the situation playing out in front of her, and you couldn’t help but feel refreshed again, like you hadn’t had any worries to begin with. “And,” you began, smiling wide down at her, Aemond instantly knowing your next moves just from one look at you, “you know I always like to join in when you learn High Valyrian.”

The moment the last word fell from your lips, you bent down with quick movements, picking her up within your arms and holding her tightly against you before she could even think about trying to run away. She squealed in utter excitement, laughing and giggling all the same, feet kicking upon your sides as she desperately tried to leave your embrace.

“Now,” you began, tilting your head down at her, before looking back up to your husband, “what were you teaching her?”

Aemond began to stand a little further back, already sensing that you were going to join in on what he had been doing to your daughter earlier, and sensing that more chaos was about to be brought forwards, giving you a little more room. After all, this was how the two of you always taught your little Visenya High Valyrian, because, at the end of the day, it worked out in the end, helping her remember her words. Plus, she secretly loved it, too, but, she’d never tell either of you that.

“I was teaching her to say one day, I am going to ride the biggest dragon in the world.” A prideful smile lingered upon his lips after he’d finished, looking at his daughter fondly. There was a look in his eyes that told the two of you he’d make sure it ended up true - he’d make sure the two of you always got what you deserved, and more. That was his role as husband and father, and he would continue to do so until the Stranger forced him to go.

You gasped mockingly, looking back down at your little girl, pretend disbelief marring your features. Visenya had stopped in her attempts to escape since, now looking up at you with her doe eyes, a small, subtle smile on her lips, waiting. “You know how to say that, my sweet girl,” you cooed sweetly, “kepa (father) taught you not too long ago.”

The memory came back to you instantly, of Aemond speaking about how excited he was of your daughter claiming her own dragon egg to you. It was something that had been on his mind practically since the day you found out you were expecting, and ever since then, he’d gone on about it. So, of course, he was going to teach your daughter how to boldly proclaim such a thing. It was all he wanted to hear from her.

Visenya’s face scrunched up when you’d reminded her she’d been taught it not too long ago, raising her hands in the air like the little drama queen she is. “I know, but I can’t remember!”

“Well,” you began, pointedly, in a sweet tone that had a lingering tease within it, one that came accompanied with a look that instantly told your husband that the usual was about to happen. “You know what happens when you can’t remember…” you gave a pause for more effect, sneakily looking down upon her before the biggest smile broke out upon your features, instantly digging your fingers into her sides as you began tickling her. Even more giggles than before erupted throughout your bedchambers, mixed in with both pleads and begs for you to stop, but, you wouldn’t. It was obvious she was having a fun time just from the sounds she was emitting.

Continuing on with your playful attack, you moved the two of you over in the direction of your bed, lying her down on her back as her little legs kicked in the air, trying to feign you off. Aemond came up beside you, looking down upon his family with loving eyes, laughing at your daughter’s demise, her peals of delight capturing his heart and squeezing it tight.

There was nothing he simply loved more than being trapped within his chambers - something he enjoyed before he’d met you, anyway, preferring his own company rather than having to pretend around others - but, that had only intensified when his two girls came tottering along, looking for someone to cling onto and protect them, something he’d always do even in his sleep.

Nowadays, he never truly complained or minded as much when he had to go about his duties and pretend to be someone he wasn’t really, putting on a front just to please some overweight lords who wanted to get in his family’s good books - not when it meant he had something special waiting for him towards the end of the day when he returned home.

Aemond Targaryen had the two of you under his dragon wings, arms wrapped firmly around him and not letting go any time soon, and he couldn’t ask for anything more… not when, already, he’d felt like he’d accomplished everything within his life.

#𝐅𝐋𝐄𝐔𝐑𝐑’s work ── ✎#hotd #house of the dragon #aemond #Aemond targaryen #Aemond fluff #Aemond smut #aemond x reader #Aemond targaryen fluff #Aemond targaryen smut #Aemond targaryen x reader #dad aemond #aemond x pregnant reader

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froggywritesstuff · 1 year ago

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hero | mm!yandere!leonardo

ship/pairing: Mutant Mayhem!Yandere!Leo x g/n!reader

fandom: TMNT: Mutant Mayhem

warnings: yandere themes, swearing, Leo being delusional, manipulative behaviour, guilt tripping, being tied up, gags, kidnapping

word count: 1007

A/N: i only saw mutant mayhem in cinemas once like a month ago so this might be ooc. 18+ people DNI. i do not in any way support yandere behaviour, please know that this writing is purely fictional, and should not ever be reenacted in real life

Leo exhaled heavily, staring at his reflection in the mirror. He whispered to himself 'you got this,' over and over like a mantra. He was so nervous, nothing could calm him down. You were in the sewers with him, he couldn't even imagine being calm. He gave up on calming his nerves, deciding to greet you as he was, jittery and giddy. He entered the secluded part of the sewers he cleared out just for you, not being able to contain his smile as he met your eyes - your mouth being covered with the gag he gave you. You didn't look as excited as he was... You were probably just confused, that was all. Once Leo explained everything, you'd be smiling in no time. He neared closer to you, frowning at the way you shuffled back toward the wall, but he rationalised that you were just too excited to meet him, and was just as giddy as he was.

"HEy." Leo internally cringed at the crack in his voice, but kept a calm face in front of you, "Sorry for keeping you tied up so long, I had to finish up some stuff with my brothers." he paused, before realisation dawned on him, "Oh and sorry for keeping that gag on you for so long," he walked your way, stopping in front of you to untie the gag, "I knew you'd be confused and I didn't want you to hurt your throat by-"

"What the fuck are you doing?!" Leo jumped back when you yelled, not prepared for your hostility.

"Hey," he looked behind him, double checking no one else was near, "Y/N, you need to keep it down, or I'm gonna have to put the gag back on, and I really don't wanna do that." he said, almost pleading with you.

"You have thirty seconds to explain to me what you think you're doing." you spat, glaring at Leo to hide the fear in your eyes. You did stay quiet, so Leo did appreciate that.

He nodded, exhaling quickly, "Ok, so we go to the same school, I dunno if you've ever noticed me, you probably haven't-"

"Yeah, I never noticed four turtle mutants at my school."

Leo instantly perked up, "So you have noticed me?" you said nothing, staring at him with a frustrated look, "Right, never mind. I- You just looked so lonely at school, I figured you needed a friend."

You scoffed, and Leo didn't miss the feeling of pure fear in your voice that you tried to cover up, "So your first thought is to kidnap me?"

Leo cringed, "Can you maybe not use that word?"

Your eyebrows raised, “Kidnap?” he nodded, "No, because it's the exact word to describe what you're doing."

”Well you’re making me out to be some kind of monster. I just…” he sighed, “I really like you and I thought I could be your friend, or something…”

”Well you could’ve been if not for the kidnapping.”

He brought his hands to his face, laughing awkwardly, “Can you stop? I’m trying to help you, it’s not my fault you’re not taking this well.” he saw your unconvinced expression and stood up, beginning to pace around the room “I’m a hero, you know I’m a hero. My brothers and I saved the city. I'm trying to do a good thing for you, and I really want you to be happy down here, with me. So can you just stop being so negative?"

You just stared at him speechless. You realised pretty quickly that you wouldn't be able to convince him that what he was doing was wrong. It seemed his mind was made up. But you also noticed that he seemed pretty determined to keep you happy, and was convinced that you weren't happy without him.

"Leo listen to me," you began, seeing the corners of his lips turn up slightly at the fact that you knew his name, "I know you think you're helping me or whatever, but you're really not. I'm fine, I really am. You-you can let me go, and I won't tell anyone about this, I swear." you couldn't stop the tears forming in your eyes. You didn't want him to know, but you were truly terrified.

He narrowed his eyes at you, "What do you mean? I-I'm helping. I don't understand why you wouldn't think that..." you opened your mouth to speak but he quickly cut you off, "I-is this because I'm a mutant?"

You furrowed your eyebrows, "What?"

"You just think I'm some kind of monster, don't you?" he asked, a hurt look in his eyes as he stared at you.

"Leo, you're not listening to me-" you attempted to say, but Leo cut you off again.

"Well I'm sorry I'm not a human, but last I checked, no human cares enough about you to give you this kind of help." he scoffed, turning around and beginning to walk away.

"Leo, what are you doing?" you asked fearfully, pulling on the ropes around your hands.

He turned back to meet your eyes, "If you hate me so much, I'll just leave you alone then."

You suppress a groan of frustration, "Can you just-"

Leo turned around sharply, a sharp glare sent your way, but you could still see the hope in his eyes, "Just what? If you're gonna yell at me again, I don't wanna hear it."

"I don't want to be here. You're really scaring me, and I want to go home. This isn't what heroes do, Leo." you insisted, staring deep into Leo's eyes, hoping you would reach him.

In the blink of an eye, you saw his face fall, his once tense and frustrated expression replaced with drooped eyelids, frowning lips and slumped shoulders. He stared at you for what felt like an eternity, before his lips turned upwards slightly, a calm expression forced upon his face, "It's ok, Y/N. You’re confused, you’re not used to this yet. You don't understand now, but you will soon. I promise."

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julesdaydreams · 8 months ago

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Hopelessly devoted to you

@rosekillermicrofic II May 4 - hopeless II word count: 804

fluff, fluff, just so much fluff <3

One thing about Evan Rosier?

He was absolutely and unquestionably hopeless for his best friend, Barty Crouch Jr.

It started when they met at 11 years old. Evan had taken one look at the other boy causing mayhem on their first day at school and he instantly knew that this boy would be his best friend.

What followed were three years of Evan going above and beyond when it came to Barty. Skipping classes with him, letting him copy their homework, pranks, long nights awake on the same bed just talking and talking - Evan did it all and he did it happily.

He was fourteen by the time he realized his feelings for Barty went beyond your usual best friend relationship. That maybe it wasn't normal to do everything your best friend asked of you in a heartbeat and if Barty would jump off a bridge, Evan wouldn't hesitate to follow him.

He spent another three years hopelessly in love with Barty, pining after the other boy while he explored his sexuality in every way possible.

Evan died a little every time Barty kissed someone else, everytime he saw a sock on the doorknob, everytime he spent his time alone because his best friend was elsewhere occupied.

He tried to stop giving Barty everything - including his heart. Tried dating, tried having a casual hookup that he had to break off before the boy could even get to his underwear because his whole body recoiled at the thought of letting anyone touch him like that.

No matter what he did, it always came back around to Barty. Wirh his mischievous eyes and chapped lips that Evan had spent too many nights thinking about kissing.

He had resigned himself to never getting over Barty in their last year at school. Had found peace in being just his best friend and nothing more. His heart ached everyday but at this point it was a familiar feeling amd he welcomed it. Was glad to know he loved his best friend and would until his last breath.

This is why he didn't know what to do with himself the moment the impossible had happened and Barty told him that he loved him.

It was a random day, Evan had been lying on his bed, getting an assignment done that was due the next day when Barty came barreling in through the door, looking disheveled, a frantic look in his eyes that had Evan in alert almost immediately.

And then - completely out of the blue - he said the one thing Evan could've never predicted.

“I love you, Rosie.”

And Evan had blinked, had needed Barty to clarify, needed reassurance that he wasn't dreaming, that this moment was real and Barty really loved him and he wasn't fucking with Evan.

And when he finally got that reassurance, when Barty looked so beautiful right there in their room, heart in his hand and offering it to Evan with quivering hands, Evan jumped up from his place on the bed and closed the small space between them to crash their lips together.

It was everything Evan every dreamed of and more.

Now, five years later, of which they've lived four together in a flat in london - that wasn't very big or impressive but it was theirs - Evan thought back to those moments of his younger self and smiled.

It hadn't been all sunshine and rainbows. Evan was so afraid Barty would leave him the moment he told him about not wanting to have sex - in any way. But Barty had been more than understanding, talking about how just kissing Evan was more than enough and even though he thought it impossible, Evan fell even harder for the other boy.

They also fought from time to time - with two personalities like theirs it was normal to butt heads every once in a while but they always came crawling back to each other at the end, always needed the other's comfort.

Lying there in their bed, Barty's head resting peacefully on Evan's chest while Evan carded his hands through his boyfriends hair, Evan wished he had the chance to tell his fourteen year old self that everything would turn out well.

And when Barty excused himself for a moment, left towards the bathroom and came back through the door, looking at Evan with such an intensity but such a calmness to him that starkly differed from the time where they were in a similar position - Evan on his bed, Barty in the middle of the room after barrelling through the door - and his boyfriend got down on one knee with that infuriatingly handsome smile on his face, Evan knew that maybe Barty was just as hopelessly in love with him as he was.

#rosekiller #barty crouch jr #evan rosier #evan x barty #marauders #marauders fandom #hp marauders #short story #rosekiller microfic

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mayhem-things · 2 years ago

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Euronymous x reader /Rory Culkin

1389 words

Topic: Euronymous and Y/N meet at a concert and soon they spend every second together until they admit their feelings in the woods

(This is only dedicated to the movie lord of chaos and not based on the real Øystein btw.)

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In the darkened corridors of the Norwegian music scene, a tale of passion and creativity unfolded. Øystein Aarseth, better known as Euronymous, a founding member of the influential black metal band Mayhem, crossed paths with a woman who would change his life forever. Her name was Y/N, a mysterious and enigmatic soul who was drawn to the allure of darkness and music.

She had always been captivated by the intensity and raw power of Mayhem's music. She saw in Euronymous a kindred spirit—a tormented artist seeking to push boundaries and create something truly groundbreaking. Little did she know that their paths would intertwine in a way that would ignite flames of both love and chaos.

One fateful evening, Y/N attended a Mayhem concert in Oslo, it was one of their first ones. As the band took the stage and unleashed their sonic assault, she found herself lost in the swirling maelstrom of sound. Amidst the chaos, her eyes met Euronymous's gaze, and in that moment, a connection was forged—a connection that went beyond the music.

After the show, she decided to approach Euronymous, her heart pounding in her chest while they loaded their equipment into their truck. She spoke of her admiration for his work, their shared passion for the macabre, and the desire to create something truly extraordinary. She couldn't help but compliment the unique and dark performance, describing it as if the underworld and taste of death fulfilled her soul in happiness. Euronymous, intrigued by her unwavering dedication, invited her to join him to his place. His eyes locked with hers and he looked down her frame, judging her appearance even further. His orbs couldn't hide the attraction he felt towards her and gladly she accepted his invitation.

They hit it off instantly and that night they shared all their thoughts and dreams of death, Satan and the dark hiding inside the souls of the two. It was like they were the same person, agreeing in all topics and as if they found some sort of soulmate. As the night found to an end Euronymous and Y/N exchanged numbers to stay in contact and so the next days they shared over text, calls and he would even invite her to get a taste of their unreleased soundtracks. With admiration she would eagerly listen to his passionate unique guitar riffs, her eyes following his slender pale hands placed on the instrument.

Days of spending together turned into weeks, and Y/N became an integral part of Mayhem's inner circle. She poured her creativity into the band, infusing her own dark melodies and haunting lyrics. Øystein was grateful to be in presence of her words and thoughts as he enjoyed every second of her attention. Her presence inspired Euronymous, pushing him to explore new territories and redefine the boundaries of black metal.

Under the cover of dawn, in the woods Euronymous and Y/N found themselves alone, their hearts heavy with unspoken desires, as they ran through the forest with no certain goal except for being free. The both of them felt heartaches almost as in sync because of their shared longing to finally admit to their feelings. The air crackled with tension as their eyes met, both realizing that the time had come to reveal the depths of their feelings, finally deepen their bond while overstepping the line of just being bandmates. They both came to an halt as she opened her mouth, thinking about how to phrase her words. Y/N, her voice trembling slightly, whispered,

"Øystein, there's something I need to tell you."

Her eyes, shimmering with a mix of nervousness and affection, bore into his soul. A wave of anticipation washed over them, their breaths mingling in the charged atmosphere. With a surge of courage, Y/N reached out, her hand gently cupping Euronymous's cheek. Her touch ignited a spark that traveled through both of their bodies, a current of electricity pulsing between them.

Leaning closer, their lips barely brushing, they indulged in the sweetness of the moment. Unexpectedly soft and tender, their kiss deepened, their mouths melding together in a symphony of passion and longing. The world around them faded away as they surrendered to the intensity of their emotions, their souls intertwining in an unbreakable bond.

Their kiss spoke volumes, a language of desire and understanding that words could never convey. With every breath they shared, the weight of their unspoken affections dissolved, replaced by a shared understanding that their hearts beat as one, not only for satanic black metal but for each other.

Time seemed to stand still as they explored each other's lips, a dance of fire and ice. They lost focus of their surrounding and so they tripped, falling to the ground in addition they lied between the green leaves of the forest. Their bodies pressed closer with Øystein on top of her, an embrace born from a connection that surpassed mere physical attraction. In that moment, their souls entwined, finding solace and completion in each other's presence, the kiss still going as they didn't care about anything else in the world right now.

As their lips reluctantly parted, they remained locked in a silent embrace, their foreheads resting against each other's. His hair was hanging in her face yet it wasn't bothering her at all. She raised her hand, not breaking the eye-contact while doing so, and brushed his strand of hair behind his ear to get an even better look of his facial features. Their eyes, now filled with a newfound clarity, mirrored the depth of their emotions.

"I love you, Øystein"

She whispered, her voice carrying the weight of a thousand emotions.

Euronymous, his eyes brimming with tenderness, replied, "And I love you, Y/N. You've awakened something within me that I thought was lost forever." His words admitted that he warmed up inside, feeling like he hasn't in a long time. He always claimed to have no friends in addition from pushing any feelings away, however he couldn't ignore the emotion of feeling drawn to her or the way he longed for her lips to meet his.

Their words hung in the air, sealing their connection with an invisible bond. In that moment, they knew that their love was a force to be reckoned with—a flame that would burn brightly, defying the darkness that surrounded them.

But as their love blossomed, so did the dark forces that surrounded them. Jealousy and resentment seeped into the hearts of some of their fellow bandmates. They couldn't bear the thought of Euronymous sharing his creative spotlight with anyone else, especially a girl who could potentially kill their image of being cruel and heartless.

The tensions reached a boiling point one night when Mayhem's rehearsal session took a tragic turn. A violent confrontation erupted between Euronymous and the enraged jealous Varg, resulting in Euronymous's untimely death. Devastated by the loss, Y/N was left shattered, her dreams of creating something extraordinary ripped away from her.

In the aftermath, she retreated from the music scene, consumed by grief and anger. But deep down, she knew that she had to carry on Euronymous's legacy. With the fire of vengeance burning in her heart, she picked up her guitar and began to weave together her own dark symphony.

Y/N formed her own band, channeling her pain and rage into every note. She dedicated her performances to Euronymous, vowing to honor his memory by pushing the boundaries of black metal even further. Her talent and dedication garnered attention, and soon her music resonated with fans worldwide.

In the end, Y/N's journey was one of resilience and determination. She rose from the ashes, carrying Euronymous's spirit within her as she forged a path of her own. Their love, although short-lived, had ignited a spark that would burn eternally in the annals of black metal history.

And so, the legend of Euronymous and Y/N would forever be entwined—a tragic and powerful tale of love, creativity, and the unyielding pursuit of musical darkness.

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The best kept secret

Summary: What if Moiraine had a baby daughter she and Siuan were forced to leave to Anvaere to raise as her own?

moiraine/siuan

Chapter 1 here!

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Chapter 2: Moiraine

Moiraine couldn’t believe her eyes when she saw her. She was so grown up. Her father’s words resounded in her ears. Time is a thief.

Her hair, of the warmest brown, sat neatly over her shoulders, when she’d once had soft, chestnut blonde curls. Her eyes remained the deepest of blue, but with more wisdom to them. Her height surprised her the most; the last time she saw her she could barely reach her waist, whilst now she stood almost as tall as her. And of course, that ring on her finger. That cursed ring. She knew when she’d joined the Tower and she knew she’d joined the Yellow Ajah, Siuan always kept her informed on such matters, but she very much wished she hadn’t. She had hoped she couldn’t have been able to channel. That she was allowed a normal life, a complete foreigner to the Tower’s demands. But the Wheel weaves as the Wheel wills.

It took Moiraine a moment to get a hold of herself, and before she realised it, she’d made her way home, muttered some words, and suddenly she found herself tucking a strand of hair behind Guinevere’s ear, her mind flooding with memories of that week, a week that she had so earnestly tried to erase from her memory, and yet could never fully escape it. I can never seen her again.

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Moiraine knew she shouldn’t, and yet, she couldn’t help it. She’d been sent on business to Cairhien by the Amyrlin’s orders and could stay at whatever inn she pleased, preferably while maintaining a low profile. But being in the city ignited something within her—a yearning, an ache that burned throughout her entire being. Before she could gather her thoughts, she found herself dragging Lan through the city’s streets and passageways etched into her memory, towards the childhood home she’d promised herself never to return to, until she was ready. The Light knew she wasn’t, but she couldn’t fight the feeling, the yearning to see her.

“This isn’t wise, Moiraine.” Lan warned her. But he could feel everything she did, and he couldn’t help but to sympathise with what her Aes Sedai was going trough, all of her emotions burning within him as well. He diligently followed the woman across the city, until they reached a big, wealthy house with an enormous door on its front. “Moiraine.” He alerted her again, but she remained indifferent to it. Just one look at her. One look at her and I’m gone.

Moiraine walked the steps towards the door, hesitating for a second, before knocking on it. She could hear some mayhem taking place inside the house, little footsteps running towards their direction, and the voice of a man, gentle, yet commanding, yelling for someone, before there was silence. Seconds later, the door opened abruptly, revealing who was behind such chaos. A man, tall, advanced in years, with grey hair and a smile so wide and kind it translated into his eyes, was standing before them, holding a giggling toddler in his arms. The three year old girl had golden, chestnut curls pulled into two braids; eyes the colour of midnight sky, and a mischievous grin on her face that would easily let any parent know she was a handful. Moiraine felt herself melt at such sight.

“Moiraine!” The older man happily exclaimed, opening his eyes in surprise, hastily stepping aside to let the pair in. “It’s been so long, four years if I’m not mistaken, what are you doing here?” He asked, shifting the toddler from one arm to the other, who had suddenly gone silent at the presence of the two strangers.

Moiraine knew she ought to answer, her brain knew as much, but she couldn’t draw her gaze away from the little girl in the man’s arms. She was so precious, every bit of endearing and magical as she had pictured her to be. She instantly felt compelled to take the toddler into her arms, and realised what a terrible mistake she’d made by returning. You fool! You most definitely aren’t ready. You’re endangering everything.

“We're on Tower’s business,” Lan rushed to explain, noticing Moiraine was too absent minded to do so herself, “and we thought we’d stop by. My name is Lan Mandragoran, I’m Moiraine’s Warder.” He said, extending a hand towards him, which the older man shook happily. “It’s a pleasure meeting you, Lan. I’m Torvin, Anvaere’s husband. ” He introduced himself, with a big smile, as he tilted his face towards the little girl resting her head on his shoulder. “This is our daughter, Guinevere. Winnie, this is your aunt Moiraine, and his Warder, Lan. Aren’t you going to say hi?”

Guinevere stared at them, a shy smile covering her face, before she nudged even further into her father’s chest. “Has a mouse eaten your tongue? Why are you so quiet all of the sudden?” He teased her, as he started tickling the toddler, which managed to get her to erupt in giggles.

“Darling?” A voice echoed from within the hall, a voice she could recognise anywhere. Moiraine felt herself go pale. Anvaere. “Who is it so late in the evening?” The woman asked, as she joined them in the room, but went still at the sight of their guests. At the sight of one guest in particular. “Moiraine,” she exhaled.

“Hello, little sister. You look well,” Moiraine said, finally tearing her gaze from the toddler. “You all do.”

“We are.” Anvaere nodded, as she approached her husband, taking the child from his arms protectively into hers, with a hint of worry in her eyes that didn’t go unnoticed by her older sister. “We’re all very happy indeed.”

“And I’m glad, sister, I truly am.” She professed, taking a quick glance at the young girl before stepping back towards the warder, a flicker of both anger and sympathy showing in Anvaere's expression. “We were sent to Caihrien on Amyrlin’s order and we thought we’d stop here, just as Lan said. Nothing more.”

Moiraine and Anvaere stared at each other for a moment, silently speaking in their own language no one else knew. Moiraine understood why her sister was acting so guarded. The Aes Sedai puckered her eyes into a pleading expression, biting on her lip. I just want to see her. I’m not here to take her away from you. Anvaere felt her chest tighten at such sight, she couldn’t help but to empathise with her older sister. It broke her heart to see her like that.

“You better join us for dinner, then.” Anvaere smiled, leaving a kiss on Guinevere’s temple. “You’ll always be welcome to stay here, sister.”

Dinner went smoothly, their discussions centred around Barthanes’ travels to visit his uncle, how expertly he faired despite his young age, the latest scandals among Cairhien’s noble Houses, news from the Sun Palace, and whatever little they could speak of the Tower. Yet it ended fairly quickly, under the excuse that they needed to put Guinevere to bed early, lest she got moody.

Anvaere had cambers prepared for the both of them, separate of course, as Lan was guided into one of the guests’ rooms and Moiraine into her own childhood bedroom. She was settling in, a torrent of memories coming back to her, when she heard a shy knock on the door, and then noticed someone peeking through a small gap in the opening. A tiny someone. And suddenly, a little girl came in rushing, lightly closing the door behind her. Moiraine remained still in her place next to the fireplace, deliberating on whether sending the girl back to her room, or allowing her to stay.

Guinevere stood quiet, her back rigid against the door, her gaze set intensely into the older woman’s. “Is it true you’re an Aes Sedai? My brother says you are one.” She asked, bluntly, a hint ofboth fear and curiosity ringing in her voice.

Moiraine couldn’t help but smile. “I am,” she said, raising the hand where she carried her ring, “would you like to come see?”

Guinevere eagerly nodded, and then hesitantly walked towards the armchair Moiraine was sitting in. She softly brushed her fingers against the ring, staring in awe at the serpents that shaped it and the blue stone in the middle. “This gives you magic?” She asked.

“No,” Moiraine softly laughed, removing it from her finger and handing it to the little girl, “the One Power is within all of us, within every stone, every body of water, every burning fire, every wind that blows on your hair. Some women simply are capable of pulling on its weaves.” She explained. Some men, as well.

“Woah,” Guinevere exhaled, grabbing the ring, the jewel fitting loose on her little finger, “how do you find the weaves?” The child asked, tilting her head in confusion. She didn’t see any strings around, how could someone pull on something it didn’t exist?

“Like this.” Moiraine said, as she moved her hands in smooth motions, causing the fire on the chimney to unexpectedly burn higher and more fiercely.

Guinevere gasped, both in amazement and fear, as she jumped into Moiraine’s lap, her little hands gripping on her chest. “You don’t need to be scared,” the woman chuckled, instinctively embracing the little girl, “it won’t hurt you.”

The child kept staring in wonder at the dancing flames, and then turned towards her aunt. “Can I do that too?” Guinevere earnestly asked her, her big eyes, an exact copy of Moiraine’s, full of fascination. That look pulled at the woman’s heart strings, a wave of sadness and nostalgia of what could’ve been filling her with sorrow. Oh, my dearest Siuan, if only you could see her.

“Maybe,” she whispered, gently tucking a strand of hair behind the little girl’s ear, “we’ll have to wait until you’re older, sometimes the ability to channel comes later. Speaking of late,” she added, taking Guinevere by her arms as to set her on the floor once again, “I believe you should be off to bed.”

“No!” The girl yelled, holding on tighter to her aunt, all the shyness from before nothing but a stranger to her at that point. “I don’t want to go. I want you to tell me stories about Aes Sedai and magic and monsters.” She begged, pouting, eyes furrowing into the sweetest pleading expression she’d ever seen. How could anyone refuse? She suddenly understood Torvin’s words.

Moiraine couldn’t help but giggle at the sight, giving in to Guinevere's cries. She helped the girl settle into her lap, a smug smile taking over the toddler’s semblance upon getting what she wanted. “Does that always work for you?” She asked, smiling.

“Usually.”

Moiraine started reciting tales about kings and queens from ancient times, as Guinevere’s unwavering stare on her kept turning into frowns and smiles and grins as she listened to the amazing stories her aunt told her. They remained like that, entranced in their own little world, until they heard a voice resound in the hallway.

“Guinevere!” Anvaere’s angry voice reached them. “Where are you? Torvin, I can’t find Winnie!” She yelled, panic slowly settling into her.

Moiraine turned towards the toddler. “Does your mother not know you’re here?” The girl shook her head, her face mimicking Moiraine’s own guilty expression.

“Mama, I’m here!” She screamed, as she hopped off the armchair and ran towards the door. Anvaere barged into the room, just as the girl reached for it. “Winnie,” she sighed, relieved, picking the toddler up in her arms,“what were you doing in here?”

“Aunt Moiraine was telling me a story!” She exclaimed, excitedly. Anvaere directed her gaze towards her sister, who had stood up, uncomfortably placing her hands on her stomach. “I’m sorry Anvaere, I didn’t know—

“It’s fine,” the woman interrupted her, sending a sympathetic look towards her, “I apologise, I just got concerned when I didn’t see her in her nursery.”

“I understand.” Moiraine smiled at her sister, gesture that she wholeheartedly returned.

“I can hardly blame you,” Anvaere sighed, tilting her head towards Guinevere, “I believe it was this little girl who pulled on some strings to get you to tell her stories, didn’t she?” She said, tickling the girl.

“I-just-wanted-to-hear-some-stories!” The girl said, in between giggles.

Moiraine lowered her gaze, softly smiling to herself. Wishing for something she long ago gave up, and could have no more. You shouldn’t have come here. She’s happy here. Anvaere can take so much better care of her.

“Well, it’s time for you to go to bed now, and no more escaping, alright?” Anvaere warned the toddler in her arms.

“Alright.” She conceded, her arms dropping in defeat.

“Now say thank you and goodnight to your aunt, and maybe she’ll tell you some more stories tomorrow.”

“Thank you Aunt Moiraine, goodnight Aunt Moiraine.” Guinevere said, waving a little hand in her direction.

“Goonight, Guinevere.”

The following night, Guinevere found her in her room once again. The little girl barged into her room, not bothering to knock, as she already felt comfortable enough in the presence of her aunt, and ran towards her bed, where Moiraine was busy reading a book.

“Can you tell me another story?” The little girl begged, her face barely reaching the height of the mattress. Her hair hung loose over her shoulders, and she was wearing a white nightgown with flower embroidery. Moiraine recognised the piece of clothing as one of her own she used to wear as a child.

Moiraine squinted her eyes at the girl. “Alright,” she eventually gave in, moving aside so that the toddler could jump into bed next to her. The two of them settled in, and so Moiraine started telling the story about Arthur Hawking and his fallen Empire. And just like the last time, Guinevere remained quiet, with her eyes wide as plates in astonishment, always asking Moiraine to keep on going whenever she tried calling it a night.

The days in Cairhien passed quickly, each one blending into the next. Moiraine and Lan stayed longer than intended, their presence justified by vague mentions of Tower business. But Moiraine knew the real reason she stayed: Guinevere.

Every evening, Guinevere would sneak into Moiraine’s room, her eyes bright with anticipation. The bond between them grew stronger with each story shared, each moment of wonder at the magic Moiraine could summon. Anvaere allowed such things silently, a mixture of understanding and concern in her eyes.

One of those nights Moiraine came home and went straight to her bedroom, skipping dinner, for the events of the day had drained all energy away from her.

She was on the brink of falling asleep, when she heard the door open, and little footsteps started approaching her bed. She opened her eyes and saw Guinevere carefully walking towards her, carrying a platter full of cheese, bread and ham with her hands. “Mama told me to bring this to you,” she said, as Moiraine sat up against her pillow. The little girl placed the platter over her lap, and then climbed up the bed to sit next to her.

“Are you sick Aunt Moiraine?” She asked, placing a little hand over the woman’s arm. Moiraine’s heart fluttered at the action.

“Not sick, just tired.” She said, as she took a bite on a piece of cheese.

“Oh, I get that,” Guinevere said, nodding, “I get sooo tired sometimes.” She added, theatrically tilting her head to the side and letting her body fall into the mattress.

“You do?” Moiraine asked, amused at the girl’s cheekiness.

Guinevere nodded earnestly, her little face serious. “Mama says I’m a handful.”

Moiraine laughed softly. “I can see why she would say that.”

The two of them sat in comfortable silence for a moment, Moiraine nibbling on the food Guinevere had brought, the little girl watching her with wide, curious eyes.

“Do you want to hear another story?” Moiraine asked, breaking the silence.

Guinevere’s face lit up. “Yes, please!”

Moiraine began telling her about the adventures of the ancient Aes Sedai and their battles against the Shadow. Guinevere listened with fascinated attention, occasionally gasping or giggling at the exciting parts. As the story unfolded, Moiraine felt a warmth spreading through her, a sense of connection and joy she hadn’t felt in a long time. She felt a surge of guilt, knowing Siuan wasn’t there to share such moments with them.

It was well past Guinevere’s bedtime when Anvaere found them. She stood at the doorway, watching the scene with a mix of emotions. She knew no one else who could control her emotions like her older sister, but would they falter at the girl’s presence? “Winnie, it’s time for bed,” she said softly.

Guinevere pouted but didn’t argue. She slid off the bed and ran to her mother, giving her a hug. “Goodnight, Aunt Moiraine,” she said, waving as Anvaere picked her up.

“Goodnight, Guinevere,” Moiraine replied, feeling a pang of sadness as the door closed behind them.

She lay back in bed, staring at the ceiling, her mind a whirl of thoughts and emotions. Coming back to Cairhien had opened old wounds but also brought unexpected joy. It is so easy. She is so easy, Siuan would be great with her, and Lan adores her. Maybe it could work out.

The following afternoon, Moiraine found herself pacing around her room, thinking about Guinevere, about the time they’d spent together, how seemlessly she blended into her life, when she heard yelling in the hallway.

“I don’t want to get a bath!” A little voice shouted.

“Winnie, you don’t get to choose—

“But I want Aunt Moiraine to tell me—

“GUINEVERE!” Anvaere finally raised her voice, as Moiraine made her way into the corridor, to find her sister, fuming, with both her hands on her hips, and feet away from her, a little girl, hair wild as if she had been riding, her dress stained with mud. “This is not a request, you are getting a bath right now before bed.”

Guinevere crossed her arms, her lower lip jutting out in a stubborn pout. “But I want Aunt Moiraine to tell me a story first,” she insisted.

Anvaere sighed, her frustration melting into a look of resignation. “Moiraine, could you...?”

Moiraine smiled gently. “Of course.” She crouched down to Guinevere’s level, her eyes soft and understanding. “How about this: you take your bath now, and when you’re all clean and ready for bed, I’ll tell you the best story you’ve ever heard. Deal?”

Guinevere’s eyes lit up, and she nodded eagerly. “Deal!”

“Go on, then,” Moiraine encouraged, giving her a gentle nudge towards the bath. Guinevere scampered off, Anvaere watching her go with a grateful smile.

“Thank you,” Anvaere said quietly, her eyes meeting Moiraine’s.

Moiraine simply nodded, her heart aching with a swirl of emotions she couldn’t quite name. Easy.

Later that night, Guinevere, freshly bathed and in her nightgown, bounded into Moiraine’s room, her eyes wide with anticipation. She climbed into bed beside her aunt, who took her by the arms and settled her onto her lap, the little girl’s back resting against Moiraine’s legs.

“Alright, Aunt Moiraine, I’m ready,” she declared.

Moiraine smiled, grabbing the little girl’s hands. “Once upon a time, in a land far to the north...” she began, weaving a tale of adventure and magic, her voice soothing and melodic.

As she spoke, she felt the weight of the world lift off her shoulders, if only for a little while. She glanced down at Guinevere, whose eyes were slowly drooping, her breathing becoming steady and even.

By the time Moiraine finished the story, Guinevere was fast asleep against her chest, her small hand clutching Moiraine’s robe. She softly caressed the little girl’s cheek, rosy and plump. It feels so right. At the moment Moiraine fell asleep, she’d already made her choice.

The Aes Sedai woke up at the crack of dawn, before anyone else in the household, got up from the bed in a gentle manner so as to not wake Guinevere up, and started packing her bags. She then ran towards the little girl’s nursery, and picked up some clothes for her. That’ll be enough, we can always get more.

She started to feel her heart flicker as she headed towards the barn to get her horse ready, a mix of emotions palpable on her skin. Happy, guilty, scared, unsure, but determined. So very determined. She blocked her connection to Lan, just in case such torrent of sentiments woke the warder up, and bolted towards her room once again. She picked up the little girl on her arms, softly, avoiding to wake her up, rolled her in a blanket, and started to make her way out of the house.

She skipped through the stairs with ease, and was about to reach the lower entrance, when someone swiftly intercepted her, blocking her way to the door. Torvin.

Moiraine went stiff, reaching for the One Power, an electrical buzz surrounding her body, ready for confrontation if needed, but the older man didn’t appear to be angry at her, rather he wore a sad and sympathetic look on his face. He was aware of her intentions.

Curse you, Lan.

“What are you doing, Moiraine?” The old man asked, softly, his voice barely a whisper.

“Taking my daughter with me, Torvin.” She muttered, her lip quivering.

“You know this isn’t the way,” Torvin said gently. “Anvaere will be devastated. And Guinevere...she needs stability, a home. She needs her family.”

“She is my family,” Moiraine shot back, her voice breaking. “I’ve given up so much already. I can’t leave her behind again. I won’t.”

Torvin took a step closer, clasping his hands together in a gentle motion. “What has changed, then? Four years ago, you came home with a whimpering baby in your arms, beggings us to take her and raise her as our own, because your life as Aes Sedai wasn’t compatible with a baby’s. Because of a mission sensitive you couldn’t even share with us. What’s different now?”

Moiraine stood before Torvin, clutching Guinevere protectively, her heart pounding in her chest, as her breathing became uneven. The older man sighed, his expression a mix of understanding and sorrow. “If this is what you’ve chosen, then I guess I can’t convince you otherwise. She is yours, as you say. But taking her now, in the middle of the night… that’s not the answer.”

She hesitated for a moment, before heading towards the door, brushing past the man. “Well, as you said, it is my choice, and I’m taking her now, whether you like it or—

“No.” A voice came from behind. She turned around, and found Anvaere and Lan rushing towards them from across the hall. “You are not taking her, Moiraine. She’s safe, she’s happy here.” Her sister explained, as she tried to take the child away from her hands.

Moiraine tightened her grip on the girl, unintentionally causing her to wake up, the toddler slowly opening her eyes. “No, you don’t understand, I can manage now—

“Can you, really?” Anvaere asked, with a sorrowful look on her face, yet still determined to get the toddler into her arms.

“Yes,” she whimpered, preventing tears from falling into her cheeks, “we can take her with us, she can come with us, she’d love all the travelling, I know—

Moiraine was interrupted by the little girl’s soft sniffles, frightened at being awakened in the middle of the night by her mother and aunt fighting, both pulling on her as if she were a prize. “Mama?” Guinevere cried, turning towards Anvaere, extending her arms towards her.

Moiraine heart shattered at that, however, she remained reluctant to let her go, or that was until someone laid a hand over her shoulder, in a gentle motion. She glanced to her side. Lan. “Come on, Moiraine.” He whispered, locking eyes with her. We shouldn’t have come. That was all it took.

She loosened her grip on Guinevere, allowing Anvaere to gently take the child from her arms. The little girl clung to her mother, burying her face in Anvaere’s shoulder, her small frame trembling with confusion and fear.

“Shh, it’s alright, Winnie. Everything’s alright,” Anvaere soothed, stroking Guinevere’s hair and whispering comforting words, as she left the room.

Moiraine watched as Anvaere carried Guinevere away, her heart breaking into pieces. The child's soft cries echoed down the hall, each one a dagger to Moiraine's stomach. Lan's hand remained on her shoulder, grounding her, but it did little to ease the pain.

"You know she can’t come with us, Moiraine," Lan said gently, his voice low and filled with understanding, “we have a mission, and we cannot fit Guinevere into it, we’d only be hurting her.”

“I-I know,” she acknowledged, cheeks burning in a burgundy shade, “I don’t know what came over me.” She added, crossing her arms over her chest, shame covering every other emotion. She felt so embarrassed. Abducting a child, in the middle of the night, removing her from the warmth and safety of her bed. Not being able to get a grip on her emotions. Losing focus on what really mattered. Betraying her and Siuan’s purpose. Find the Dragon Reborn. It was so unlike her.

Torvin smiled at her in a kind-hearted manner, as he gently rubbed the woman’s arm. “She is safe here, Moiraine. And so, so loved. She’ll be alright. And know that we will always welcome you in, should you feel the need to visit her.” Moiraine nodded, her eyes filled with unshed tears. They remained in silence, and the house seemed to hold its breath, the weight of the moment pressing down on them all.

It was Anvaere, returning alone to the room, after putting Guinevere to bed, who broke the silence. “I think you should go, Moiraine.” She said, a sober expression on her face, as she intertwined her arm with Torvin’s.

Moiraine stared at her sister, realisation sinking on her like an anchor. I can’t ever see her again. The mission is too important. “I think so too.”

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“Guinevere, I—

“Little lady, my lady,” Jhonas interrupted them, as he barged into the room, “your sister is waiting for you in the drawing room.”

She abruptly drew her hand away, frightened by what she was about to do. Two minutes in the girl’s presence and she was already losing all caution. But this time she needed to be in the city. And she suspected she’d need her sister’s help as well, reluctant as she was to accept that.

She hurried to follow Jhonas into the drawing room, Guinevere’s steady footsteps just behind her, and went almost still, feeling the air get caught up in her throat once again at the sight of her sister. She studied her hair, she was most probably wearing a wig, in an attempt to hide the grey beneath it; she studied the wrinkles around her eyes, tired and weary; she studied the curve of her mouth, surrounded by lines. She looked so much older, not only than before, but so much older than her as well. Her little sister, worn out by time. It was a tragic vision, a deadly punch in the gut.

“You look well, little sister.” She somehow managed to say, fighting back tears.

“As you do.” She said, a pleasing smile on her face, before tilting her gaze towards someone behind her. “Winnie, you probably don’t remember her, this is your Aunt Moiraine.”

“We’ve already introduced ourselves.” Moiraine said, not bothering to glance backwards.

“I see.” Anvaere replied, the slightest glimmer of rage crossing her eyes. She then extended her arms, gesturing for the girl to come closer to her. “Winnie dearest, weren’t you heading out?” She asked her, grabbing both her hands.

“I-I was. I should be going, really.” Guinevere stuttered.

“Then get on with it, darling,” she said, kissing her forehead, “and don’t be too late.”

“I won’t.” The young girl replied. Anvaere tightened her grip on her hand. It wouldn’t be the first time she’d caused her mother to panic after not returning home before nightfall. “I promise. I’ll be going then. Goodbye Aunt Moiraine.”

“I’ll see you later, Guinevere.”

Anvaere waited until the girl was gone, until she shifted her gaze towards her sister again. “Please, sit,” she gestured towards the chair by her side, “we didn’t know—

“I won’t trouble you for tea.” Moiraine rushed to say. “I have stabled my horse, and I would use my old room, if it’s open. But I want to keep a low profile here in the city.”

“Of course, we—

“Jhonas!” She exclaimed, turning towards the older man. “Bring up a Ghaeldanin red from the cellar?”

“Yes, my lady.”

“And I need a dress ordered from—

“It’s been a decade, Moiraine!” Anvaere yelled, exasperated by her lack of attention. “Sit!”

Moiraine turned towards her sister, who was trying to gain some composure after her outbreak. “Have some tea.” She asked her. And how much Moiraine wanted that, she couldn’t possibly put in into words. How’d she’d missed her little sister, her companionship, and their talks and gossip reunions. But she was on Cairhien for a mission, and one mission only. Train the Dragon Reborn. She was sure Rand was in the city, somewhere. And she had to find him.

“Perhaps lunch,” she said, and added, just before she left the room, “there’s someone I need to meet today.”

She did felt terrible, leaving her sister, who simply wanted to have tea with her, alone, after fifteen years of not seeing each other, but her duty towards Rand was too important.

She ran towards her childhood bedroom, and carefully put on some clothes. A blue dress with a lace, white turtleneck underneath, and of course the blue stone on her forehead, all with the purpose of avoiding people noticing what she was no more. She strolled around the room, reminiscing about her old self. Her book collection, her jewellery, her desk. Everything was exactly the same, covered in a thin layer of dust. Except for some things. Her music box was missing, a handful of books as well. Why would Anvaere touch such things? She closed her eyes as to clear her head, realising she was spending time she did not have, and rushed out of the door.

She picked up the wine Jhonas had left for her, and hurried out the house, before anyone saw her.

Moiraine came back home later than she’d expected, a defeated look on her face. She did not find Rand. She did not find anyone capable of saying where he was. Where he had been, yes, at the Sanitarium, but for some reason he missed work that day. She’d found out the inn he had been staying, but was there no more, since the place had apparently burned out. And Moiraine suspected Rand’d had something to do with it. Which meant she was too late. It was ridiculous to assume he would get a hold of his power in under six months, unassisted as well. She had been too late in searching for him. She’d failed. All because she’d been too focused moping about her, about losing her connection to the One Power. So egoistic. She, her problems, all of that was too unimportant in comparison to what the Wheel had prepared for Rand. She couldn’t let anything else drift her away from her mission, even when she felt she was asphixiating, fighting death every single day since she was cut out from the One Power. But she didn’t allow herself to keep on dwelling on such matters.

She let out a breath as she walked into the house, peeking through the door to her sister’s chambers, dancing shadows indicating a warm fire was burning in the fireplace. She knew she ought to go to her. She wanted to. But she couldn’t deal with her at that moment. Focus.

Moiraine walked away, towards her room, and was surprised to see Anvaere already there, waiting for her, sitting on an armchair beside the chimney. “You’ll pardon the intrusion, but I didn’t want to miss you. Please, sit.”

“Anvaere,” she sighed, putting a hand on her forehead, “I’ve had a long day. I…

“This is not what a woman should have to do to talk to the sister she spent half her life idolising.” Her little sister complained, yet somehow Moiraine felt as if she were being scolded.

“If you want me to apologise for leaving,” she replied, shaking her head, “I won’t. An Aes Sedai cannot lie.” Could she? Can I claim myself an Aes Sedai any longer?

“No, no, of course not.” Anvaere was quick to say, as Moiraine paced around the room. “In truth, you did nothing I wouldn’t have, if I could’ve channelled. Light knows I tried, on nights when our family’s future looked dim. After Uncle ruined us. After you left.” She said, with a hint of resentment on her voice. “But Father always held out hope that one day you’d come back and fix it all. You were his shining star. Shooting star, as it turned out, never to return once you left our sky. ”

“I…” Moiraine was as out of breath as she was out of words. It’s all too much. Her father, her sister, Rand, Guinevere. Siuan. She’d failed so many people. A lifetime wouldn’t be able to make up for all she’d done to them. “I would’ve come back if I could…” she murmured, taking a seat in front of her.

“Spare me the false penitence.” Anvaere brushed her off. “You had your work, and I had mine. Less important, certainly, but no less demanding. Unless the Tower also taught you how to smile after someone spits in your eye? And I endured all of it with a little boy and a newborn girl to look after. But I got on with my work, just as you did with yours. Now my son is going to marry the Queen, and my daughter is the youngest Aes Sedai in years, and nobody will ever spit on House Damodred again.”

Moiraine stared at her, sadness almost tangible on her eyes. “You’ve done well, little sister. Better than I would’ve done with the hand you were dealt.”

“Thank you, Moiraine.” Anvaere nodded, a smug grin on her face. “But somehow, finally, I don’t care what you think. I’m not here for your approval. I’m here because you will not endanger what I’ve worked all my life to build. You will not endanger Guinevere again.”

Moiraine stood up, anger building up on her chest. It infuriated her, the way they talked about Guinevere, about her daughter, around her, as if she were any less concerned for her safety than them. “Sister, I truly am not—

“This is not your house. This is not your city.” She is no longer your daughter. “And I’m not your little sister anymore. All the eyes and ears you had here… they’re mine now. The head of the sanitarium, Celestin. The guard you hailed at the gate, Sandair. If you want to know where that redheaded boy in the inn went… you’re going to have to ask me very nicely, over tea.” Anvaere proclaimed, her lips turning into an arrogant smile, as she handed her a cup of tea, leaving Moiraine with no other choice than to accept it.

Lanfear. It had to be her, it all fitted together. Rand was in danger, the fate of the world was in peril. Moiraine waited until Anvaere left, before she hurried into some more comfortable clothes: a loose pair of pants and a chape would do. She searched for a sword on a coffin she kept in her chambers, and placed it on her back, attached with a leather string. She opened the door to her room in a hurry, and almost collided into Guinevere, who was standing just there, with a box full of items on her arms, about to knock on the door. Moiraine found it hard not to gasp. She knew it’d be unavoidable, running into the girl, and she was prepared for it, as she had years of practing forcing her emotions confined, but nonetheless she found herself in stupor, each time she saw her. It feels like looking into a mirror.

“Oh, Aunt Moiraine,” she muttered, equally shocked, grasping on the box about to fall out of her arms, “I just wanted you to give you these—

“I don’t have time, Guinevere.” She said, walking past her, not sparing her a second glance. It wasn’t easy, turning her down like that, but it was for the best.

“Where are you going so late in the night?” The girl asked, curiosity evident in her voice, as she steadily followed her steps.

“This doesn’t concern you.” Moiraine snapped at her, rather harshly, but it didn’t seem to upset the girl, who was too busy examing her thoroughly.

“And with a sword on your back…” Guinevere muttered, suddenly going quiet, as realisation fell upon her. “You can’t touch the One Power.” She whispered. “You’ve been stilled.”

Moiraine stopped abruptly on her tracks, and turned around, holding back tears, pursing her lips into a dangerously fine line. She stared at her, an intense rush of anger reaching towards the girl, as she silently begged her not to comment on it anymore.

“Then take me with you.” Guinevere promptly said. “Whatever it is you have to do, whoever you need to fight, especially if you need a sword with you… take me.”

Moiraine fell silent, her mind racing. It did make sense, to have someone who could actually touch the Source go with her. Taking Guinevere with her, even if she were putting the girl in terrible danger, would be the cautious thing to do. The prudent, so evidently obvious and sensible thing to do… if finding Rand was indeed what mattered to her the most in the world.

“No.” She finally snarled, getting on with her path. And yet Guinevere followed. Moiraine was reminded of something Siuan had told her a few years ago, shortly after Guinevere had joined the Tower. She’s as stubborn as her mother.

“But Aunt Moiraine, you’ll need—

“I don’t need anything from you.” Moiraine said, forcing cruelty into her voice. “I can manage on my own, Guinevere.”

The girl stared back at her, dejection filling her eyes, as years of resentment and built up anger stiffened her body, yet keeping a straight face. “Fine.” She shrugged her shoulders, voice laced with poison. “Go. I don’t care.”

Moiraine turned around, as she couldn’t stand one more second of all the loathing directed her way, and left. I’m so sorry I’ve failed you too.

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Chapter 3 here!

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v3nusxsky · 2 years ago

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May I request a platonic Lady Lesso x Student Reader? Where instead of Sophie, Rafal chose to use Reader instead. Then he decided to mind control them and Lesso tried her best to snap Reader out of it. Once Reader comes back, they feel extremely guilty because they accidentally hurt Lesso but Lesso's like "It's fine, sweetheart. I'm okay." Basically just hurt/comfort. I live for soft and motherly Lesso <333

I also just want to say that I really admire you. You're very talented and I love all your stories, they bring me so much comfort. Thank you, and I hope you're doing well!! :DD

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Hello my lovely 🦝anon, I really appreciate your kind words darling.I’m so glad my work brings you comfort.

I didn't mean to

*Authors note ~ My darling anons I must say I'm loving all of your requests and hearing from you all, thank you for making my life that little bit better with all your love and support*

Trigger warning~ manipulation mind control accidental violence

Prompt ~see ask ^^^^^

Rafal was truly a piece of work, you knew that. What you didn't know is why he wanted you. He could've picked any other Never student, yet he picked you to do his bidding. For a Never you were pretty well behaved, but ever since Rafal appeared you'd been doing things without thought, without a rhyme of reason.

At first people let it slip, maybe thinking you were just finally embracing your Never roots. But after a month or so, you began to take it too far. By now you had no control, your head hurt more often than not and you felt like another person entirely. Your heart hurt as you battled with yourself, why couldn't you feel in control of your own body and mind? Simply, it was because you were not in any form of control. Rafal had a plan and you were nothing more than a pawn to him in his very complicated chess match.

Leonora was fed up with this behaviour and she set out to put a stop to it. She had ordered you to be sent to the Doom Room, hoping she could scare you into stopping this or maybe even telling her why you were all of a sudden interested in mayhem. When she saw you strapped to the chair her heart ached, truly you were her good dove, she'd never thought you'd be here like this. "You, you, you" she purred prowling towards you. That was all it took for Rafal to enter your mind, only this time he allowed his voice to speak through you. "Leonora" he growled and she felt the colour drain from her face, "Rafal" she spat back watching as you some how managed to break through the restraints, well he did.

"Let her go Rafal, your problem is with me not her" she kept her tone harsh and firm showing she meant business yet all he did was cackle. "Your perfect soulmate hmm! Tell me why i shouldn't kill you and make her watch for fun and then kill her too." He taunted waiting for the reaction she gave instantly and instinctively coming towards your body, "fucking try me you bastard, you won't hurt her like you did me"

"Oh... but I already have" and with that your hand made contact with Leonora's face. Over and over again before tossing her body to the ground, your foot coming to press on her right knee that coincidently was injured by Rafal a few years previous. Very un Leonora like she let out a pained whimper and that seemed to awaken you from Rafal. You fought mentally to push him away and get to Lesso, after a few minutes successfully riding yourself from his clutches, his final words to Leonora being a reminder that he will be back, you'll both never be free of him.

You're head hurt, the room was spinning and your vision blurred at the corners of your eyes. What on earth had happened? You were trying to make out the blurry lump that lay on the floor in front of where you stood. When had you been let out? Your heart broke when you realised it was Lesso on the ground whimpering in pain, you quickly scanned the room realising no one else was here, you must have hurt her. But why would you do that to someone you love?

"I'm sorry I'm so so sorry Nora, I'm sorry I'm so so sorry" you apologised over and over coming to kneel down by her head. "It's fine, sweetheart. I'm okay." She all but whimpered out. "You're in pain! Because of me! I hurt you" you sobbed as the reality sunk in. "Sweetheart, listen to me. You didn't hurt me not you. You're such a good little one, it was Rafal, I'm so sorry I didn't protect you sweetheart but I promise that will change now. I'll protect you from him" at the promise you threw yourself into her arms.

You both sat on the floor, you whispering apologises and Leonora trying to tell you it wasn't your fault and Rafal was manipulating you based on the fact Leonora had feelings for you. You were are part to play in his idea of hurting her. It broke your heart and you only wished you could've been stronger. That you could've fought him harder. But here and now you had each other and you'd fight Rafal together, never leaving each others sides.

Word count ~ 900

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mochiswifey · 2 years ago

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*POST-APOCALYPTIC WORLD* TAIJU SHIBA X SURVIVOR

CW: 18+ Semi Yandere Themes, con, abuse, extreme, violence, death, age gap, monsters, smut, manipulation.

This is inspired by Resident Evil & The last of us 'Cause why not.

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10 years or was it more than that? You're not sure anymore. You were just a young girl when people started devouring each other. You hated it. You hated every part of it. And what you hated more is the fact that the company that promised a cure to an incurable disease caused all of the mayhem in the world. All for their greedy selves.

As we all know- knew, FDA was supposed to ran a thorough check to every drug pramaceutical companies tries to put out on the market to ensure that everything is safe and effective. But everything falls apart when the people who's responsible behind it are all compromised. Compromised to approve the manufactured drugs without going in depths of the researches and side effects. Every person involved was paid to turn a blind eye even though independent researchers took the single pill that was promised to cure every disease to the Supreme Court. All because of the eye catching wealth promised to be given to them. Wealth, funny word. It doesn't mean anything to the world they've destroyed.

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"Fuck." You cursed under the thick mattresses in the abandon hospital desperately hiding from the flesh eating creature that has been tailing you for almost half an hour. They're not brainless that is what scares you the most. If you hadn't saw its reflection from the glass shard laying around it sure would've already devoured you from behind. The sounds it made as it walks around the room trying to find you gave you a mind breaking fear. You've seen it. You've seen what fate people they caught faces. Limbs missing, faces unrecognizable, intestines out in the cold ground. Begging to die.

You ran out of bullets earlier the day killing mutated dogs and never have you regretted killing them so much in your life. If you just had one. You could've ended your life. In that way you could remain in one piece and go to the other life peacefully. But no. God has always been cruel but he went too far today.

You pray and prayed to the cruel gods to let you live. Just so you could go back to your hometown. Telling them that the blood of the mutated dogs are enough to cover your scent. You laid still and held your breath.

It's over.

You thought as the hisses and grunts came closer and closer. You lost all hope. You should've lost it awhile ago. You should've lost it the day you found your house in disaaray. But you didn't because as you were being taken by the military you promised to come back and say a proper goodbye to the home you grew up. You were only 6. Just as the creature was about to pull the mattresses gunshot was heard and you felt the body of the creature dropped dead on the mattresses.

You were instantly relief but it was soon washed away as you remembered the lurking cannibals. As food ran low people who are not infected turned into each other devouring everyone they could get their hands on throwing the last humanity they have. In this world, not only the creatures are to be afraid of. But also the living creatures who looks just like you.

You didn't dare to move. If they could just leave it would be better. You're thankful to them but...

"Hmm." You heard the voice and you were definitely sure it belongs to a man. A more comforting relief hugged you as you heard him go out of the room leaving you. You gripped on the mattresses and counted to 100 just to be sure he's gone.

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"Shit. That was close." You almost laughed emerging from the heavy stained mattresses pushing the dead creature off letting its body fall on the dirty floor.

"I would've never won a fight with you." You tell the dead creature as you hopped down the stack of 5 mattresses. You crouched down and slowly started to examine its large and grotesque body. White crumbly skin, with bones sticking out of it. You could tell from the mutation that the former person died atleast 5 years ago. As the years passes the mutation involves.

3 days to year 1, still recognizable but has completely lost human function. 5 years in, just a grotesque monster like the one beside you. 6 to 10 larger. Far larger than others, can't see or smell but has evolve hearings and moves at a rapid pace. You're fortunate enough to have never encountered one but you're not sure what you'll do if you ever meet one-

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"Hands behind your head and turn around." Fuck. He crept up to you without you noticing. It's enough to tell you he's a dangerous man and death will come soon to you if you didn't comply.

"I have no weapon-" "Stand up." You gave up and just complied slowly standing up as you put your hands behind your head.

"Turn around." He says. You're in no position to fight. And by his enormous shadown you know he's over 6ft. There's no way of winning this. You slowly turn around and was immediately faced by a gun. Your eyes focused on the muzzle and you knew death was in front of you.

"I-" You tried to speak as you crane your neck up but you were hushed by yourself as soon as you met his gorgeous yellow eyes. He's the most handsome man you've ever seen. Not that you've seen many men since the chaos started. He's a lot older than you but he's just so beautiful. Most people were dressed in ruined clothes but he was so neatly dressed you almost thought he's from a different reality.

He tilts his head to the side examing your bloodied state. You were almost embarassed because you're covered in dogs blood while he's just perfect, the embarrasing feeling soon faded when your survival instict told you not to be in such an awe for a stranger. But it's hard not to be at utter awe. He looked nothing like the raiders, bandits or cannibals you've encountered before. He looks so handsome and he took your breath away.

"Name?" He asked stepping back from you and lowering his gun down. You were surprised to see such action from a man like him. If you were him you would never have lowered your gun down. It meant one thing. He doesn't see you as a threat unlike you who sees him as the dictator of your life.

"I have no weapon with me. I barely have any supplies just let me go-"

"Did you go to school before all of this shit happened I was asking for your name." His bluntness stunned you and almost made you want to slap him but you knew better.

"Loui."

"Why don't you thank me for saving you earlier?" So, he knew. He knew that you were hiding under the mattresses but tricked you into thinking he's gone.

"Thank you sir." He almost laughed. Sir? He knows you fear for your life and he might just use it to his advantage.

"Thank you ain't 'bout cut it." He says making you look at him in utter disbelief.

"I just told you! I have no-"

"I need you to help me carry the supplies I've found. I've eliminated all of the disgusting creatures lurking around." He explains as he tucks his gun to his waistband. You have two choices. Comply or die. We all know what you choosed.

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"How long till we arrive-"

"Not long." He's been saying that for atleast two hours. He made you carry three boxes full of heavy medicines he found not lending you a hand. You were scared of getting chased by the creatures specially knowing that you won't be able to ran away from them whilst carrying the heavy boxes thankfully, the gigantic man in front of you found an underground tunnel that seems to have no creatures lurking at all.

"Oh god." You lost your balance due to the uneven ground and the boxes almost fell to the ground. It would’ve been a disaster. Unexpectedly, he instinctively caught the heavy boxes with ease. He let you regain your stance before stacking the two boxes he caught on the top of the box you were able to hold on.

"You're fucking clumbsy, surprised you made it this far." He says looking back to you his voice filled with amusement. You mentally rolled your eyes before continuing on following him. The tunnel is no wider than 5ft forcing you to tail behind him. He held his pistol that has a flashlight attached to it with his right hand ready to shoot any creatures that might jumped out.

"You need a shower you smell horrible." He says out of nowhere turning his gun towards you. The light from the flashlight made you squint your eyes shut and you internally cursed him from doing such thing. He lightly chuckle before turning forward resuming the journey.

"Yeah, l'd love to have some shower but may I remind you we're in a world where survival is more important that a shower." You sounded so offended he laughed.

"What the hell was funny about that!" You tried to kick him but your short legs didn't reach him. You huffed in dissapointment. It would've been funny if he tripped. But you doubt your kick would make a damage to a man like him.

"You souded so offended."

"I am sir. I am offended."

"Well, don't be. Since we are almost in my place."

"You've been saying that for more than an hour."

"2 hours and 40 minutes to be exact."

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The two of you emerge at the streets of Tokyo. Panic immeditely filled you knowing that the creatures are active in the central city more than anywhere else. Your heartbeat started to rise as you look around the ruined streets. Cars crashed around and stores destroyed. You know you've been in Tokyo when you were younger although not much memories comes to you. Surely though, a few years back Tokyo wasn't like this. Wasn't so destroyed and lifeless. Cars flipped around or on top of one another. Streetlights crashed to establishments, it's just depressing.

"The horde just passed those fuckers won't show up until two weeks from now." He snapped you out of your panic state. You nervously nodded and tried the breathing technique you've read from the worn out newspaper lying on the hospital before you noticed the creature he killed.

"Thanks" He says taking the boxes from you careful not to let it come close to his suit because of the blood from you. It's been years since you've had company. And despite his rude comments about your smell you were sad that the journey you two had came to an end. You turned around ready to head somewhere safe for the night.

"Where are you going?" You look back to him.

"I'm done. I've repayed you."

"I need these boxes settled." You tried to act irritated but deep inside you were happy because you're still able to spend some time with him.

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The two of you went behind an alley and he opened a back door to an establishment. You stepped in and he locks the door before switching the lights on. You thought he's living in a ruined place like the others but you were far wrong. His place was definitely a restaurant before all of this happened. The chairs and tables are still kept clean. A grand piano, chandelier, bottles of wines, the place was breathtaking. You've been into many places but it's the first time you've seen such a beautiful and well kept place like his.

Everything was so beautiful to you but the thing that caught your eyes was the enormous empty aquarium. You forgot the fact that he was with you and ran in front of it looking at it with amazement.

You closed your eyes as you try to imagine the fishes that used to live there. You've seen some pictures of famous aquariums in the past and since then you've always wanted to see one.

The man smirked as he placed the boxes down. He sat on one of the round sofa's in front of the aquarium and admire your innocents.

"You like it?" You turned to him and nodded. Despite of being almost an adult you couldn't help acting like a child whenever you're presented things you weren't able to experience or enjoy. Your eyes glimmer with joy as you went closer to the aqurium touching the glass leaving a bloodied handprint. Your eyes widen as you realized what you've done. You expected him to be angry to you for doing such thing but no. He didn't say anything. So you figured he didn't mind. You close your eyes once more and the rare fishes you've seen in the books appeared in front of you.

The man sat quietly with his legs crossed and arms in front of his chest. He was talking to god as he watches you. Thanking him for letting a man like himself find you in a world like this.

"How did you find this place?" You asked him with a smile. He was drawn to your peculiar acts. A normal person would never find any joy in seeing an empty aqurium.

"I own the place." He watches as your jaw dropped.

"That's freaking cool! So were you here when the aqurium had fishes?" You asked energecticly eager to know his answer.

"I was, I had nine sharks and hundreds of fishes back in the day." He answers you. His face didn't show it but he was reminiscing the old days where his restaurant was busy with high profile customers. It was quiet a memory for him.

"Nine sharks!?" You jumped in surprise making him laugh.

"Is it really that impressive?"

"Are you kidding me? I'd do anything to see a shark!" The man uncrossed his legs and leaned forward.

"I have pictures."

"Really? Can you please show me sir?" He smiles softly unfitting for a man like him.

"Sure, but you need to take a shower first." Your smile drops. Is he mocking you again? It's impossible to take a shower. You'll need to wait for rain just to take one and it being spring doesn't make it easier.

"Where would I take a shower! Just please! I won't touch the pictures just show me I beg you." He chuckles and went out of your sight climbing stairs that leads to the second floor. You sighed in disappointment you really wanted to see the pictures. You were about leave when he came down with towels and new clothes.

"Come, this place has running water." You almost laughed. No place has running water.

"Running water? Is that some slang used around here sir?" You asked him and he looked at you confused.

"I don't know what you mean."

"It's impossible to have running water is what I meant." He shakes his head before pinching the bridges of his tall nose.

"Come with me and I'll show you." You followed behind him and the two of went to the second floor where he has his own room. You were careful not to touch the furniture not wanting to ruin them. Mutated dog’s blood never dries and it pisses everyone.

He opens the door to his room like the whole place it's kept clean.

"I have no girls clothes so you'll have to wear one of my shirt and about the underwear I uh... briefs or boxer?" He asked you awkwardly as he opens the door to his bathroom.

"I don't mind, either will work good sir." He nods. The two of you entered the bathroom and again your mouth dropped. Marble floor, bathtub, sink, a wide shower room. He's living like a normal person and you couldn't believe it. And the best part? Running water.

"How?" You asked in amazement.

"I'm smart, I built a system which collect rain waters purifies them into drinking water or bath water." You bit your lip. If only you're smart like him then maybe you'll have an easier life.

"Are you okay with me using water? It's spring and rain doesn't come very often."

"I got enough supply for 3 months." He simply answers as he takes out a boxer from the drawer. Placing his shirt and the boxer on top of the sink. He points at the shower and you nodded.

"Thank you sir."

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He was waiting downstairs with the photo album on his lap. He's never flipped through it after the chaos erupted scared that it might trigger something in his mind. He wasn't thinking when he agreed on showing you but having it on his lap now certainly gives him a different type of anxiety.

"Sir." You snapped him out of his thoughts.

"Thank you for the bath, I've never had such a comfortable time doing that." His shirt was far too big for you. Your long light brown hair drapes over your back and your legs are on display for him. It's been years since he'd been with a woman- no. He knows you're not a woman yet. Not from the way you act in front of him. Every woman he knew would fall down on their knees for him.

Now that the blood was out of your face he could truly see your beauty. Light pink colored plump lips, bushy eyebrows that makes your face stuck out more and a cute button nose. He could tell you're not past 20 because of your round face and small body that will still surely grow. When he didn't respond you simply walked over to him and sat down beside him.

"Is that the photos?" Your voice was filled with excitement. He didn't know if he could control himself around. You're just so innocent.

"Y-yes." He covered his hardening cock with the album.

"Thank you so much!" You inch closer to him your eyes glued to the album. He gulped before opening it.

"THAT'S SO BEAUTIFUL!"

September 9th 2016. He was standing in front of the aquarium behind him are exactly 9 sharks and like he said hundreds of fishes.

"You're so lucky..." You leaned forward tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. His eyes went to your face and he imagined kissing you. But he held himself back not wanting to scare you away.

He continued to show you photos telling you the stories behind them and you were so absorb you forgot that there's a thing called time. You two went on hours and hours talking about his restaurant before all of this. You were immeditely thrown in despair when you realized it's night time.

"I've really had fun sir thank you so much." You thanked him standing up.

"It's already dark, stay here." It was an offer you didn't think you'll hear from anyone. You look at him puzzled. Is he a cannibal? Did he just do all of that just so he could butcher you?

"I would love too but... you're not doing this for free are you?"

"I'm not."

"But you already know I have nothing-"

"You could repay me in other ways."

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"Oh, yeah I forgot about the boxes!" You turned around ready to take care of the boxes earlier but was stopped when he grabed your wrist pulling you down to his lap. You instantly felt something hard on the crack of your ass. You read many books and news paper about how the world came to an end but not once have you read about sex or masturbation. You never had someone touch you. Let alone touch yourself. Leaving you confused of what's really happening. Getting your period was even worse. You thought you were infected and just waited for your death. Only that it didn't came. You only found out about mensuration after seeing pads and you being the eager learner you went to a ruined book store to read about women's body.

"Fuck, doll. I've been so hard for hours." He groaned on your ear as he slightly rubbed himself against you.

"S-sir, I don't know what we are doing." He stopped. For the short period of time he has been talking to you, you didn't seem to be the one to tell lies.

"Tell me, have you ever touched yourself?" He asked you. You didn't respond. Touch yourself? You didn't understand.

"I don't know sir. I don't know how you define that." He chuckles before pulling you closer to him making you gasped. His large hand found its way inside the boxers he lent you.

"Have you even touched yourself like this?" His fingers slowly rubbed on your clit making you feel things you've never felt before. You leaned your head to his shoulder closing your eyes.

"I- no no sir. I've never." You manage to say while your hands gripped on his arms.

"You like it doll? You like being touched by me?" He whispers on your ear before giving it a gentle bite making you moan for the first time.

"Is it something people used to do?"

"All the time." He answers you as he turns your head to the side kissing you. Your eyes opens wide as you realized what's really happening. His tongue enters your warm mouth and you try to pull away but he didn't let you. He kept tasting you. You tasted so sweet and so fullfilling. Maybe it's because he hasn't got laid for awhile or maybe it's because you're just the one for him. You frantically tap on his arm stopping his assault on your mouth and your cunt.

"Don't fight me doll, don't you want to feel good? For once in your life before you get mauled by those creatures?" His words made you submit yourself to him.

"I... I want to feel good." You shyly says turning your face away from him. He smiled in triumph before kissing your neck.

"Good girl, now. Listen to me and I'll make you feel good okay?" You nodded. He instructed you to lay down on the table and you did. He stood between your legs and towered over you. Liking how easily you submitted yourself to him.

"It will hurt a little but after that short amount of time you'll feel good, can you endure pain?" You nodded. You've broken bones before this sure will be not as bad right? He took off the little clothing covering your lower body and bent down as he spreads your legs wide open for him. His mouth instantly salivated at the sight of your perfect cunt.

"Fuck, you're so fucking beautiful." He compliments you making you feel special. No one has ever told you that. He didn't waste any second and dived into your pink soft folds. You expected pain but there was none. It was all body shaking pleasure.

"F-fuck! Sir-"

"Taiju, My name is Taiju." He says in between licking and sucking you. You tried to pull yourself away from his mouth overwhelmed resulting into him holding you down. He's experienced and it makes you wonder what else could he do.

That question was soon answered after he made you cum 3 times before moving on your boobs. His face was wet with your orgasm and it was a mystery to you. Did you pee on him? Or was that salt water?

"Shit!" You groaned when he bit on your nipple before twirling his tongue on it. He unbelts his pants pulling them down and stroking himself with his right hand while his left played with your nipple giving it the same attention as the other one which he has his mouth on. You had your eyes close totally consumed by the pleasure and he used this as an opportunity to slam his big fat cock inside you. You felt like you were hit by something. Like a metal or a baseball bat. He was far bigger than two fingers and even with being prep it's an unavoidable pain. Your eyes teared up and he immediately placed a kiss all over your face.

"You're doing good." He wanted to move so bad. To violate you and fuck you until you’re passed out. But he couldn’t bring himself to do it. He let you adjust and only moved when you nodded.

"F-fuck, so tight." He groan on your shoulder placing a bite hard enough to leave a mark. You never thought you'll like doing these kinds of things. You're grateful to have experienced it before dying. The first few thrust was painful but as time passes by you quickly became a moaning mess.

You were afraid that the table will fall apart because of his rough thrust but it served its purporse.

Taiju had your legs on his shoulder relentless fucking you and occationally shoving his cum covered fingers on your mouth instructing you to suck on it. He loves it. He loves how obedient you are.

"T-Tai! I'm"

"I know wait for me okay?" You nodded. His movements became faster and faster. The smell of sex and the sound the two of you are making will surely attract a creature thankfully there's none on the perimeter that night.

"Shit!" He says as he pulls out cumming on your stomach while you squirt your juices on him. His heavy body fell on you as you two struggles to catch your breath.

"That was amazing Taiju thank you." You said underneat him before kissing his chest. He prompt himself up with his elbows and kissed you passionately.

"You were amazing doll." A bright smiled appeared on your face pleased to be praised by him.

He carried you to his bed and the two of you fell asleep instantly. Taiju felt different. You being wrapped around his arms and yours wrapped around his waist awaken a demon within him.

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The next morning you woke up earlier than him and changed into your old stained clothes. You smiled at him. He looks so beautiful and all you want to do is spend more time with him but in this world that doesn't happen. The fairytales in the books you've read from the ruined shops aren't real. There's no prince charming or Mr, Darcy. You quiety went out of the room and headed towards the back door. The boxes from the day before still remained on their place.

You wanted to stay. To be with him for a little longer but enough is enough. You have a place to return to. And he doesn't need a burden like you. Everyone in this world is only looking out for themselves and there's no doubt he'll abandon you when it comes to push and shove. You sighed looking at the aqurium one last time before turning the door knob and pushing the door open.

"Eh?" It didn't open.

"Is it stuck?" You try again but nothing.

"Where the hell do you think you're going?" You turn around. Unlike yesterday he was furious.

"Taiju-" He harshly grabbed you throwing you to the round sofa. You were startled by his sudden actions. You wanted to retaliate but he's far more stronger than you and the only thing you could do is back away to the couch as he comes closer to you.

"Where the fuck do you think you're going?"

"H-home-" Slap. He slapped you. The couch felt so different now. Yesterday the two of you are just casually talking about the past and now-

"You're not going anywhere. You're mine." He grabbed your chin and pulled your face closer to his. Your eyes are filled with horrors as you realized. He's not normal.

"Do you understand me doll? You belong to me now."

He's not mutated or infected but you know there's a far worst future waiting ahead of you all because of him.

Thank you for reading!!!

Don't copy.

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ragewerthers · 2 years ago

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Tickletober Day 1: Teasing

Summary: Kuroo wants to start spooky month mischief, but after misspeaking Daichi can't help but tease the man. It appears Kuroo now knows how to start his mischief.

A/n: I'm a little late to the start of the fun of tickletober, but here is my Day 1! Hopefully I can catch up soon to be more current with the fun! :D I'm using the prompt list from @lizzienaut!

Word Count: 1057

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“So… tis the Halloween and haunting month of mayhem, Dai. What sort of spooky shenanigans shalt we get up to?” Kuroo cooed over the back of the sofa as he watched Daichi moving around their small kitchen, baking some sort of fall dessert.

“First of all… tis? Shalt? Why are you speaking like Shakespeare?” Daichi chuckled, adding a bit more cinnamon to his sliced apple mixture for his little hand pies. Smiling over at his husband he had to bite his lower lip to keep from laughing as he saw the little pout on the man’s lips.

“Since it became the haunting month of mayhem! Isn’t that how all the spooky monsters talk?” Kuroo asked, only to get another bark of laughter out of his darling.

“Spooky monsters don’t talk like Shakespearian characters, love,” Daichi teased, setting the timer on the oven as he put the mini apple turnovers in.

“Yes they do! What about Dracula?!” Kuroo asked, turning around on the sofa so his upper body practically draped over the back of it.

“Oh yes…. ‘Dearest Kuroo, how I longeth to sucketh your bloodeth!’,“ Daichi mocked in his worst vampire voice, smirking as he saw Kuroo starting to blush.

“Well… what about Frankenstein? The Mummy? The Werewolf man thing?!” Kuroo listed on his fingers and Daichi instantly snorted into a giggle fit. He had to hang onto a kitchen chair as the mental image of the Mummy and Frankenstein doing Romeo and Juliet popped into his head.

“Oh my god, Kuroo! No, love… none of them even talk!” Daichi wheezed out after a moment, wiping away a few tears of laughter as he continued to think of ridiculous pair ups for the monsters.

“Dai! Stop laughing! I thought that’s how they spoke!” Kuroo whined, though he still fought to keep a smile off his lips as Daichi’s giggle fits were always contagious.

“I cahan’t help it!” Daichi squeaked. “C-can you imagine? Frankenstein’s monster trying to w-woo the Mummy from his balcony? Th-they just keheep grunting at one aha-nother?”

Apparently the visual was too much for Daichi as he started to fall into another fit of laughter, which meant that he was unaware of the movements of his husband.

Kuroo had always been addicted to Daichi’s laughter, but now that the man had seen fit to tease him about his little mistake, why not make sure he had a really good reason to laugh?

As quietly as possible he had gotten up from his spot on the sofa to sneak up behind his still giggling darling, almost feeling bad for the man for what he had planned.

“O-oh my god, K-Kuroo. Ihiht’s so ridiculous!” Daichi wheezed, wiping away any sort of guilt Kuroo felt for his next actions.

Without waiting another second, Kuroo quickly wrapped his arms around his husband's middle, causing the man to squeak in surprise before bursting out in frantic laughter as wriggling fingers quickly found his sides.

“K-Kahaharoo?!” Daichi cried out in surprise, attempting to squirm free of his darling as genuine belly laughter erupted from him and echoed around their kitchen.

“This is what you get for teasing your poor, unsuspecting husband!” Kuroo chuckled against Daichi’s ear, ducking down to blow a few quick raspberries against Daichi’s heated skin and making the man squeal.

“Ihihit wahahahas funny! I dihihidn’t do ahahahanything wr-wrong! AH! Stahahahap ihihit!” Daichi squealed as Kuroo’s fingers had changed to vibrating against the poor man’s lower ribs making his wriggling that much more frantic as the ticklish sensations took over his whole torso.

“What? What was that, Dai? Didst thou want to laugh even more?” Kuroo teased back, chuckling as Daichi’s legs began to grow weak and he began to sink to the floor in a big, giggly mess. “Oh? Looks like my love ist growing weakth at the knees for me…. -ith.”

As soon as Daichi found himself on the ground he attempted to curl up in what he considered his best turtle defense, only for Kuroo to go on the hunt for even better spots to attack.

His hips were treated to quick pinches, making him flail and allow his stomach to be attacked by the dreaded claw, which vibrated quickly and drew out the most ridiculous laughter from him. But even as Daichi’s hands reached down to try and grab for his wrists, he soon found Kuroo’s fingers sneaking under his arms and that’s when Daichi knew he was done for.

“NAHAHT THERE! Y-YOU MAHAHAHANSTER!” Daichi cried out in wild laughter, instantly clamping his arms down as Kuroo scribbled his fingertips right into the very centers of his underarms.

“Do you apologize for teasing me?” Kuroo asked, watching as Daichi’s cheeks grew pink with his unrestrained laughter, his heart beating a little faster at just how sweet the man looked in the moment.

“I dohohoho! I’m s-sohaHAHAHRRY! PLEHEHEHEASE!” Daichi squealed out in the most ridiculous laughter, making Kuroo finally break down into his own fit of giggles as he stopped his attack.

As soon as Daichi felt the tickles cease his body went completely limp against the cool wood of the kitchen floor, his cheeks flushed as he tried to catch his breath through residual giggles. Looking up at Kuroo kneeling beside him he couldn’t help shaking his head and huffing out a laugh. “You… a-are a… menace,” he chuckled.

Kuroo snickered at that and gave Daichi’s stomach a soft little poke where his sweater had ridden up in their tussle, the sensation enough to make Daichi squeak and giggle nervously. “And you are a tease. This is what happens to teasing teasers,” Kuroo warned, ducking down to press a soft kiss against Daichi’s lips, capturing the last of his giggles.

As Kuroo leaned back the timer of the oven went off and Daichi gave a little huff. “Well… now that you’ve worn me out by being a tickle monster, would you care to help me finish making our first fall dessert?” he asked, sitting up ruffling Kuroo’s hair, making the man snort and bump his head up into the contact like a cat seeking attention.

“Absolutely,” Kuroo murmured, standing up and helping Daichi to his feet as well, a teasy little smile appearing on his lips. “It wouldst be-ith my pleasure.”

“You’re a menace-ith.”

“And thou lovest it.”

“I do. Ghouls help me, I do.”

#tickle fic #tickletober2022 #day 1 #tease #kurodai #running a little late #but i'm gonna try to catch up on these!#I want to be a part of the fun!

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blu-joons · 3 years ago

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The Boys Meet Your Newborn For The First Time ~ Kim Youngkyun

All eyes were on your daughter as Youngkyun moved around you in order to tidy up the last little bits of your apartment before welcoming the boys. You’d waited for the perfect moment, settled, and content before inviting them round to meet your new addition.

“Seokwoo says that they’re in the car on the way here now,” Youngkyun informed you as he checked his phone, taking a seat on the end of the sofa beside the two of you carefully.

His eyes instantly fell on your daughter too as she stared up at the ceiling. The both of you couldn’t help but chuckle at how clueless she was to the mayhem that was about to come her way in the form of eight excited boys who had been desperate for the chance to meet her.

They had all been incredible throughout your pregnancy, helping the two of you whenever you needed it. So, when you told them that you wanted a bit of space when your daughter arrived, they were gutted not to be right by your side.

As your daughter’s eyes flickered across to Youngkyun, he leant forwards and began to tickle over the top of her chest. “It won’t be this quiet soon,” he whispered down to her, “it’ll be carnage.”

“I don’t think even she could prepare for how much attention she’s about to get.”

“She’ll love it, having all eyes on her is perfect for her.”

The two of you continued to entertain your daughter until a knock at the door dragged Youngkyun away. You hadn’t even heard the handle go down before the volume went up with the mutterings of the boys.

Your eyes looked up to greet them, widening when you saw how many bags and gifts that they all held onto. “The boys have bought one or two presents for Y/D/N,” Youngkyun joked as he followed behind them all back into the living room.

Straight away, you lifted your daughter up into your arms, with eight pairs of eyes following every little thing that she did as she shuffled in your hold.

“You guys, she’s beautiful.”

“Damn, she’s got some good genes.”

You smiled down at her as she looked around, giggling gently at the funny faces that all eight of them pulled across at her. “Take a seat guys” you instructed as you moved off of the sofa and onto the floor, “we’ve got a lot to catch up on.”

As soon as you sat down, Taeyang was straight by your side with a keen smile on his face. His hands slowly edged out, silently letting you know what he wanted, waiting until your smile grew before stretching them out for you to place your daughter into.

“Be careful,” Youngkyun nervously called out as soon as he saw what was going on, “the last thing we need is any accidents today.”

“It’s only holding a baby,” Taeyang assured him, “you can trust even us idiots to do that without any harm.”

Your head nodded as Youngkyun looked to you for reassurance, making sure that you kept a close eye on Taeyang, just to be on the safe side as they all got used to your new arrival being around.

“Have you guys thought about what you’re going to do for godparents?” Inseong suddenly asked as the room fell silent. “Are you guys even on planning on having godparents, it’s not as much of a tradition anymore, is it?”

“Why? Are you putting yourself forwards for the role?” Chanhee challenged, seeing right through Inseong and what his intentions were.

Your eyes rolled, knowing that a question such as Inseong’s was only a matter of time with how competitive the boys were. “We’ve not given it much thought,” you replied, keeping the atmosphere calm, “we’ve got more important things to think about right now.”

The two of you had predicted as soon as your daughter was born that there would end up being some sort of competition between the boys as they all fought for the role of the best uncle. They always loved to be above each other, despite the two of you warning them several times that your daughter would be brought up not having favourites.

With a tray of drinks, Youngkyun soon arrived to join you on the floor, handing glasses out to everyone. “I’m impressed by how quiet you’re all being.”

“We’re not monsters,” Jaeyoon quickly interjected, “what did you expect to happen? We’d all come in shouting our heads off and overwhelm Y/D/N?” He then asked, shaking his head when Youngkyun nodded back at him.

Your hand nudged against his arm as he moved it around your shoulders to pull you closely into your side. “You know them too,” Youngkyun reminded you, “when have you ever known there to be a time when all of these guys have been quiet?”

“There’s a first time for everything,” Sanghyuk then interrupted too, “plus, you know that all of these guys are being quiet to impress you and try and get picked for the role of godfather, it’s written across all of their faces.”

All eyes stared across at Sanghyuk as they spoke, with defences and protests being put in from them all. Both you and Youngkyun had picked up on how attentive they were behaving too, knowing exactly what the reasoning was for it as well as Sanghyuk did.

As the group soon became obsessed with your daughter, it gave you and Youngkyun the chance to talk alone, sliding away from them slightly. “This doesn’t surprise me at all from them.”

“They’re excited, that’s all it is.”

Youngkyun’s head nodded in agreement with you, “I knew that they were all keen to be the top uncle, but godfather just feels like it’s a bit too much. I want them to be equals, I could never pick just one of them to put into the role of godfather too.”

You knew exactly how Youngkyun was feeling, you couldn’t bring yourself to do it either. All of them had looked after you and supported you at one time or another, not one of them hadn’t been there for you both whenever you needed them to be.

“I think it’s best if we don’t have godparents,” Youngkyun then whispered, “our little girl is lucky enough to eight uncles who will protect her, I don’t think a godparent is what she needs, she’s already spoilt beyond belief.”

“I think that’s a really good idea.”

“As do we,” a voice suddenly spoke up from the group. You both looked to Juho as he cleared his throat. “You guys are right, all eight of us will do our best to take care of Y/D/N, not one of us more than anyone else, and that’s all that she needs.”

The rest of the group all nodded in agreement with what Juho had to say, assuring the two of you that they were all more than happy just being able to call themselves uncles.

“She’s very lucky,” Youngkyun reiterated once again as he glanced across at your daughter’s soft smile, “trust me, after being with you guys for so long, I know deep down eight uncles is all that she’s going to need.”

“She’ll have you all wrapped around her little finger in no time,” you added, “you’ll be glad to just be uncles one day when she starts growing up.”

Their heads all shook back at her, “even when we’re all old and grey, and she’s the one looking after us, we’ll do her best to protect her.”

“We know you guys will, that’s why you’re the best uncles ever.”

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fandom-imagination-ss · 2 years ago

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Imagine: confessing to Superman that you were madly in love with Clark Kent but you were giving up waiting for him to notice you.

Today hasn’t been your day, between waking up late for work, too only arrive to work and three minutes later the Bank was being held at Gunpoint.

While you sat. You thought a lot about Clark. Your best friend. He was Charming, Goofy, Big Dork and it was fun being around him. And when he broke up with Lois you were there picking up the pieces and trying to cheer him up. Especially when Lana swooped in trying to Woo the famous Kent boy. Who was his former girlfriend in high school? Clark thanked you daily for keeping Her at Bay, but it was while you were healing his broken heart that you realized you were madly in love with him. Which was insane. He was your Best friend! You were in the hospital when the twins were born you were best friends with Lois, during their divorce they debuted on who Got the twins and you. You were a part of the family. You never realized you were in love with him until one day he bent down and grabbed you a buttercup flower and put it in your hair and started talking about how when you were kids you would Search High and Low for the small yellow flowers. And would try to make a flower crown. It was such a simple thing that it blew you away how it felt like you were run over by a truck. You debuted if you always loved him. You thought he would have noticed instantly but Clark didn’t he didn’t notice how your cheeks grew red around him or How your heart was beating so loud you could hear it whenever Clark was in a room- you realized an entire year ago you were In love with you’re best friend.

The more you lay on the floor waiting for the police or Superman to arrive to save the day, you thought about the Kent Boys. The twins, Clark. You were their godmothers, Bestfriends, an aunt to the boys, they were your family. But the more you thought about Clark especially now with Gunmen were stealing bags and purses and the money in the vaults. You thought about how it’s been months. An entire year! And you couldn’t shake off the feeling of loving your best friend. Your friend Becky suggested the best way to get over one guy was to get under another. And you tried that. But you kept imagining Clark.. the tinder date who you were doing the devil’s tango with, did Not! appreciate being called “Clark” right in the middle of the dance.. he did not call for a second date. And you didn’t mind.. he wasn’t entirely Great in the dance. Especially since you kept imagining another man. After that. You took your frustration both emotional and physical. And Everything that Clark basically caused you. Doing new activities trying to get over your love. For Clark Kent.

Doing Yoga in the morning, and a Cold Shower whenever you saw Clark shirtless which was a lot! Watched bridgertons on Netflix, read All the books in a week, and a lot of Jane Austen. Even going as far as just Trying a New Sex Toy and even giving it a name that you promised to GOD And the Devil you would NEVER tell a single soul what it was. since it would be too humiliating. It was tough but you loved Clark and you couldn’t get over it.

It wasn’t long until Superman came and Swept the Bank and saved the day. You got outside as Superman stopped talking to the police to check on you. “You alright Miss.”

“Yea- Yea I’m fine thanks, Superman.”

“that doesn’t sound like your alright. Did you get hurt?”

“No- No just. I guess at the face of Death and Mayhem you get clarity-”

“About What? if you don’t mind me asking?” he crossed his arms softly. over his large broad chest as you smiled weakly, shaking your head, “I- Oh I did something stupid- and I just- I realized No matter what I do. I can’t undo it.”

Superman’s face scrunched a bit trying to figure out what you could have possibly done as you leaned forward. “I fell In love with my best friend.- and for Months I tried to ignore it.. but I can’t- I’ve been trying for months to not be in love with him.”

“what’s stopping you from telling him?”

looking up at Superman you smiled weakly shaking your head, “the fear I would lose him forever I just- can’t lose him.. Or the boys.”

“the boys?”

you nodded your head fast nodding your head before rubbing our face, “he’s sons.. they call me auntie. I’ve known him since. God- grade 2.- I can’t have him. you know. I mean. I’ve been waiting - God I feel like I’ve been waiting for him to notice me since I was in grade 2.. a kid. I watched him fall in love twice.. and he’s going to fall in love again with an amazing woman- like I can’t compare to he’s the ex-wife. she’s amazing. I just- I’m done waiting you know? I love him.. but I want to be someone person.”

before Superman could respond a Medic came to pull you away to be checked as he stood there stunned unsure of what to say or do. he had No idea you loved him. Or that you been waiting for him. A large reason for him ending his marriage with Lois wasn’t because he was unhappy with Lois- he was content. but Lois never understood him the way you did. It was when you started dating an idiot. that Lois noticed how Clark was acting. jealous and was breaking things trying to not talk about how much he hated your ex. Lois wanted to Go back to doing more dangerous assignments and Clark refused to allow her due to the boys and he didn’t want his wife at war fronts- she agreed to Not go if he gave up you. and Clark refused so they broke up.

it was a mutual thing and they weren��t bitter toward each other. Clark got the boys and they lived on his family farm and they got values they didn’t get in the city, and Lois got to explore and write hard-hitting articles and be dangerous. She even had bets going with the twins wondering how long it would take their dad to ask you out.

you turned seeing Superman looking at you as you waved weakly as he stepped over as he spoke, ‘Don’t give up on him.. maybe he was just- scared. to ruin the friendship also.”

“maybe- unless do you have some weird emotion detector and you can tell who loves who?” he chuckled as he shook his head, “No- but- give him another chance..”

“Okay- but Only because you just saved me.” he chuckled saying perfectly as you went home. he couldn’t wait to go home and tell you finally how he felt now knowing how you felt and he wasn’t worried about losing you.

#superman and lois #superman and lois imagine #superman #superman imagine #clark kent #clark kent imagine #fand #fandom #imagine #fandom imagine

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yourdeepestfathoms · 4 years ago

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Bela awoke to a fit of horrific screaming, then realized it was herself.

She wasn’t awake. Not really. But she was aware of the things around her. Her eyes were barely open, but she knew the bonds of her nightmare had receded. For now.

“Bela! Bela, it’s okay! It’s okay!”

A voice cut through the sound of her own shrieking. Her eyes finally opened fully; her mother was above her. Alcina’s own eyes were as wide as saucers. Her hair was a complete mess from just waking up. Bela would have laughed at how undignified the great Alcina Dimitrescu looked if it weren’t for the fact that all she saw when she stared at her was disappointment and hatred and disgust.

Hands closed around her arms; Bela screamed louder. Her claws flew out and hooked in Alcina’s back. She dragged them downwards as if she were trying to carve out the spine of her offender, drawing bright red blood.

“Mother!” Another voice arose from the mayhem. It took her a moment to realize it was Cassandra who yelled, most likely alarmed by the blood. She and Daniela were standing in the doorway of what Bela realized was her bedroom.

Bela heaved her breaths, looking all around as she thrashed and struggled. She saw Cassandra with her own claws brandished, just in case, and Daniela with her eyes impossibly wide, but Alcina flared one arm at them, urging them back.

“Get away!” Alcina shouted. “I’ve got her! Get away!” She turned back to Bela and her voice softened instantly. Her hands, warm and shaking ever so slightly, cupped Bela’s face, making her look. “Hey, hey, shh... It’s okay, honey. It’s okay. You’re okay. You’re safe. Mama’s got you.”

Bela tried to look, but she kept seeing things flit in the corners of her vision. She thought she could smell the blood from her dreams. She retracted her claws and they twitched in the glow of the lamp that had been turned on. There was red on them.

Bela screamed louder.

Alcina towered over her, and that scared Bela even more. Hands closed around her brittle wrists and pinned her arms to the mattress to keep her from clawing. Bela took to kicking out her legs, nailing her mother in the stomach several times, but Alcina did not relent.

“Bela.” Alcina said, and her voice was like a mermaid’s song in the middle of a raging hurricane, calm yet firm, even in the eye of such chaos. Even when she was being viciously battered by two bony legs. “Baby, listen to me.”

Bela bared her teeth through quivering lips. She fearfully looked up at Alcina.

“You’re alright. You’re okay.” Alcina said. “It was just a nightmare. You’re safe now, darling. Look around you.”

Bela looked around. The things in the corners of her eyes were starting to recede and disappear. She looked back up at Alcina, whimpering. When a few tears slipped down her cheeks, Alcina dared to release her arms to wipe them away. Bela did not lash out at her this time.

“You’re okay, sweetie,” Alcina murmured. “You’re okay. You’re safe, I promise.”

“M-Mama?”

“That’s right, sweetness. It’s only me. Nobody else.”

Gentle hands brushed against Bela’s neck and face. Bela whimpered. Alcina slowly lowered herself onto the mattress to lay next to her in the messy blankets. Bela curled into her instantly, crying softly.

“It’s okay,” Alcina whispered, running her fingers through her unruly hair. “It’s okay, baby girl. You’re going to be okay…”

Bela wished she could believe her.

#what if I uhhhhhh *writes a short concept for no reason at all*#resident evil 8 #resident evil village #alcina dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu #daniela dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu

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clanwarrior-tumbly · 4 years ago

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Small fic about Tord's sibling almost talking him down in the climax of The End until Tom throws the sofa at him and harpoons him. Anfst timw bby.

"Tord..is this really what you wanna do?"

The massive red robot glanced down at you as its blue window became transparent. Its occupant, your one and only maniac of a brother, grinned at you widely.

"Yeah! I mean..this is all I came back for! C'mon søsken, let's leave all of this behind and start anew." Kneeling down, the robot extended its hand to you. "We'll rule the world together and be unstoppable!" Tord laughed like some cliché comic book villain.

But you weren't laughing at all. You didn't want to "rule the world" or cause any mayhem.

You only wanted to meet Tord's friends..that's the only reason you decided to come back into town with him. They seemed like such nice people, too, though you could tell he and Tom did not like each other a bit.

So how did that turn into you standing on the roof of a house, face-to-face with his giant robot, and trying to talk him out of destroying everything?

Part of you regretted coming here. Had you known his true plans...you would've stopped him way sooner.

He frowned as he saw you avert your gaze. "Oh come now..no reason to be sad. How about I make you your own robot? Any color you want! E-Except red, of course..that's-"

"I don't want a damn robot!" You snapped, clenching your fists. "I just...I want a normal life, with a normal brother. If you wanna show off your robot to Paul and Patryk, fine. But don't hurt them."

Edd and Matt perked up as they saw you gesture to them. You noticed their worried gazes and smiled sadly, hoping that they trusted you. You promised them that you'll try to talk sense into Tord.

Right now only you could. The fate of this neighborhood--and possibly the world--was literally in your hands.

"I don't know why you suddenly hate them but...they seem pretty cool." You looked back at your brother. "Whatever grudge you have against them is not worth destroying their lives over. It's never worth it, Tord. So please..let's just leave them alone."

As the robot stood rigidly, Tord looked uncertain now. Of course he noticed how much fun you had with his friends. He may have his own selfish desires but above all else, he wanted you to be happy.

And today you were especially happy to meet them.

Perhaps you were right.

Maybe this wasn't worth it.

"[Y/n]...I-"

"HEY!! SUNSHINE-LOLLIPOPS!"

Startled by the voice, you looked down to see Tom emerge from Edd's house, holding a cube-shaped gadget. "Take a SEAT!!" He threw it towards the robot as it transformed into a large piece of furniture-

Only to bounce harmlessly off its chest.

But something in Tord snapped, forgetting all about your words, as the arm turned into a massive rocket launcher. "Oh, SHUT UP!!!"

"TORD, NO!!" You yelled as he fired a rocket at the house, causing a massive explosion that shook the entire neighborhood. In horror you saw him fire another rocket at Eduardo's house right when the three occupants stepped outside to investigate the commotion.

Although you nearly fell off the roof, you managed to steady yourself as you scowled up at Tord, absolutely livid. "What the hell?!! I thought-!!!"

"Yeaaaah I changed my mind. It's best you forget about him [y/n]. Now let's go."

"You'll have to catch me first, asshole!!"

Racing to the ladder, you avoided his grasp and climbed down. Clearly your refusal to go with him earned his ire. "Ugh, I'm losing my patience with you!! I never should've let you come!!" He chased after you.

But he didn't get too far as the robot abruptly stopped and began punching itself.

"OW!"

You were confused until you noticed Matt pressing random buttons on the control panel, which somehow survived the house's destruction. Edd soon joined in, determined to buy you enough time to get away.

From the cockpit, Tord was being attacked by smaller robot arms, causing the mecha to stumble around. But even though he threatened you, you didn't want to see him get too badly hurt.

So you ran over to Edd and Matt. "Guys, stop. You're gonna kill him!!"

"Sorry [y/n], but I can't forgive him for ruining my face!!" Matt retorted.

"Besides, Tom's dead and we're probably next-" Edd started, only to be interrupted by Eduardo's voice.

"Jon?!"

You three stopped arguing and saw him holding Jon in his arms. But sadly he died a few moments later, succumbing to his injuries.

It was then you all realized..

Tom was still alive.

You then yelped as a laser beam destroyed the control panel, disintegrating it instantly, before noticing the robot retract its arm. "Fine. Stay here for all I care, [y/n]. So long, old friends!" He began to fly away.

With sadness you watched him leave. 'Why didn't you listen?'

For a moment you thought it was all over...

Until Tom emerged from the house rubble, wielding a giant harpoon gun, with tears in his white eyes. "I AM NOT. YOUR. FRIEND!!!!" He screamed as he fired the harpoon at the robot, impaling its head.

You covered your mouth in horror upon seeing it malfunction, soon exploding in a bright flashing light. Off in the distance you could see a figure falling from the sky.

You glanced at Edd and Matt for a moment, nodding to them, before you raced over to wherever your brother fell.

Sure enough, amid all the debris from the robot, you found him laying on a hill. Shockingly enough he was alive, but as you knelt down you realized half his face was scarred; same with his arm.

Paul and Patryk were already there, looking just as horrified. Though they decided to just sift through the wreckage so you could help Tord sit up.

He was a bit dazed, but surprised that you were here. As you reached out to him he flinched, convinced that you were going to slap him for being so stupid and foolish.

He deserved it for basically abandoning you, right?

Instead, however, you..hugged him. "Dumbass, I thought I lost you.."

The waver in your voice broke his heart, though he said nothing as he wrapped his good arm around you, resting his head on your shoulder. His hold on you was tighter than normal.

You were right.

It wasn't worth it.

#clanask #anonymous #eddsworld x reader #ew tord x reader #sibling reader #angst

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novaiya · 4 years ago

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Liquid Courage - Arthur x Reader

Summary: Confessing your love to Arthur while he's drunk is a great plan, since he wasn’t going to remember it in the morning, right?

Words: 2,632

Warnings: female reader (female pronouns), drunkenness, alcohol

A/N: I finished this entire thing in about a day, new record! Also, I think drunk Arthur would be so cute.

Arthur Morgan didn’t drink often, but when he did, oh boy did he drink. The stoic, collected and calm gunslinger would turn into one of the rowdiest and loudest drunks that could rival the old winos in Annesburg.

The camp members would be less than happy whenever Arthur would stumble back into camp with a bottle of moonshine in his hands, and a dopey smile on his lips. They knew he was a bad drunk; whenever he was under influence, he would tease any and every one who caught his eyes, and if it got to it, he would start destroying property and generally cause mayhem that he wouldn’t clean up the next day.

All of that, in addition to many other things that drunk Arthur would do, would make all the camp members scatter, not wanting to deal with him until he sobered up, except you. You didn’t mind Arthur when he was drunk. In some ways, the relationship between you and drunk Arthur was similar to that of a tamer and a lion. You were the only one who could deal with Arthur when he was in that state, which would awe the rest of the camp members.

“How do you do that?” John would say when you drop Arthur on his cot, his eyes already closed and light snores coming out of his mouth.

You wipe down small beads of sweat from your forehead - bringing Arthur from the campfire all the way to his cot wasn’t easy - and turn around to John.

“To be quite honest with you,” you say, your hands on your hips, “I don’t know. He just let’s me, I guess.”

The main campfire was almost dying down when Arthur stumbled back to camp. Having been paid with a few bottles of moonshine for helping a man catch his horse, Arthur was positively drunk when he hitched his horse to a hitching post, almost falling from it when trying to dismount.

“-who shot Mr.Miller,” Arthur mumbled to himself as he walked through the camp. Everybody was asleep, or at least were till Arthur came, and an annoyed groan could be heard from one of the tents as Arthur passed by.

You were sitting in your tent, getting ready to go to sleep when you heard Arthur. As many times before, you got up from your cot to go and help him to his. The two of you never talked about this peculiar routine, mostly because Arthur didn’t remember any of it. Still, you kept doing it because you wanted to and because you cared about Arthur.

“There she is,” Arthur said as he saw you approach.

“Let’s go, Arthur,” you said, taking his hand in yours and leading him to his cot.

“The prettiest face in the camp,” Arthur slurred.

You shook your head, a smile and a blush appearing on your face. It would be a lie to say Arthur’s words didn’t make your heart flutter, but you reminded yourself that he was drunk, and probably didn’t mean it.

“You know, you’re the best out of the lot of ‘em,” Arthur said as you sat him down on his cot and started helping him take off his coat.

“Well thank you, Arthur.”

“No, no, I mean it,” Arthur said, motioning around with his hands. “You’re always so kind to me, always taking care of me. I don’t deserve it.”

It was true. Out of everyone in the camp, you were always the most attentive and caring towards Arthur, even when he wasn’t drunk. You would make sure to save a plate of stew for him while he was away, or patch up the holes in his clothes. You saw how hard he worked for the camp, how much the gang meant to him, and it pained you to see that he wasn’t being appreciated as much as he deserved.

“It’s the least I can do, Arthur,” you said, getting on your knees and helping him pull off his boots.

He grew silent for a moment, trying to put together his thoughts into words, as much as his drunken brain would allow him to.

When you rose up, having successfully gotten off his boots, he said, “Why do you help me, actually?” and tilted his head.

A small, melancholy smile appeared on your lips. “Well, it’s quite simple actually,” you said and took a small breath, “it’s because I love you.”

Even in his drunken state, the weight of your words hit him like a freight train, and for a moment he felt he was going to fall backwards on the cot. He stammered for a little bit, trying to put together his words, and you just watched, a smile on your lips.

“Yo-you love me?” he said, looking around and then pointing to himself, “Me?”

You laughed and shook your head. “I do, have been for a while, actually. You're a hardworking, honest man. You might be an outlaw, but you have a solid moral compass and you’re sinfully handsome. What’s there not to love?”

At this point, Arthur’s brain has basically fried. He was still processing your confession, and here you were, showering him with compliments and praises. He could feel his head spin, and this time, not due to the alcohol.

“Why-Why are you telling me this? Only now?”

“Because I know you’ll forget it in the morning.” You bent down, placing a small, light kiss on Arthur’s forehead. He closed his eyes, wanting to savor this moment, but all too soon you retreated. “Get some sleep Arthur,” you said over your back, already walking back to your tent.

He sat on his cot for a few more minutes, trying to process what just happened. He still felt drunk, maybe even more than before, but your words were loud and clear in his head. Your “I love you” kept repeating in his head as if on a loop. He couldn’t believe someone, especially you, an honest, beautiful, gentle soul, could love him, an outlaw, a killer, a thief.

He could feel the claws of moonshine pulling him to sleep, and your words once again echoed in his head. You were right when saying that he wouldn’t remember any of this the next morning; he always did forget the alcohol fuled nights. This time, however, he didn’t want to forget the previous night in a moonshine haze, so with the last remains of stamina he had, he pulled out his journal and scribbled away.

The next morning was no different from all the other mornings that followed after a moonshine filled night. Arthur could already feel his head ache and his entire body vibrate. The distinct moonshine taste was still on his lips, and he wanted nothing more than to drink a cup of water or coffee to get rid of it. As he turned around, sitting up on his cot, he saw a fresh cup of coffee on a crate next to him. He quickly grabbed it, downing almost half of it immediately and sighed in relief. His head still ached, but at least the taste of moonshine was gone.

He tried to piece together last night; one of the few things he remembered was driving on his horse as he drank the moonshine. He faintly remembers entering the camp and stumbling around. He doesn’t remember how he got undressed, or even got in his cot. The last thing he remembered was not an image, but a feeling; an immense feeling of warmth and, dare he say, love. The aforementioned emotion instantly made him think of you, but he pushed that thought away, not allowing himself to even think of you in that context, feeling that he didn’t deserve that privilege.

He rose up from his cot and stretched his arms. In the distance, he could see Pearson stirring the stew and he felt his stomach grumble. He reached out towards the crate for his hat, put it on and went to get himself breakfast.

The sun was almost set when Arthur got some free time for himself. He was busy for the good part of the day, hunting for provision (Pearson’s stew was almost unbearable in the morning due to the lack of meat), helping Jack with some reading, helping John and Charles work on the old wagon, and just generally doing good deeds around the camp to make up for his drunk shenanigans.

He, unfortunately, didn’t have much time to talk to you today, and it seemed like you weren’t open for a conversation either. Anytime he walked past you, or tried to strike up a conversation, you would blush (which he found endearing), and stammer over your words. He wondered if maybe he had embarrassed himself in front of you last night, or said something he shouldn’t have. The thought that he might’ve spoiled whatever it is he had with you put a great damper on him; he hoped that when he was done for the day, he could maybe ask you what he did last night, and apologize for it.

The reason for your sudden shyness was, of course, the fact that you told him you loved him. In the moment, you didn’t think it through too much, simply wanting to finally voice your feelings that you’ve been hiding for months. Arthur was drunk, so you thought you were safe from the repercussions of your confession, since he wouldn’t remember it in the morning. When woken up the next morning, however, you realized what you did and were stricken with horror at your boldness. You couldn’t believe you’ve actually said that, and were now anxious whether Arthur remembered it or not, and if he did, what he would think.

Arthur pulled out his journal as he sat on his cot, wanting to write down a general summary of day as he usually did. As he opened his journal on the last written page, a confused expression painted his face. The writing on the page was distorted and almost undecipherable, but it was his own. “she loves yu, y luky bastrd, she said erself”. Suddenly, as if in an apparition, images of last night flooded his brain. He remembered you helping him to his cot, helping him get undressed, saying you love him, kissing his forehead. For a moment, he thought that maybe it were the remains of alcohol playing tricks with his mind, but something told me that all of that actually happened. He quickly shut his journal, putting it back in his satchel, and got up from his cot to go and find you.

He found you sitting on the outskirts of camp, looking out into the distance and enjoying the sunset. You didn’t hear him arrive, only noticing his presence when he came up next to you and sat down.

“Beautiful scenery, ain’t it,” he said, looking at where you were looking.

“Sure is,” you said, your voice small. You could feel your cheeks heat up once again.

“I wanted to apologize for last night,” Arthur said. “I don’t remember much of it, so, sorry if I did anything stupid.”

You mentally breathed a sigh of relief at his words, somewhat calmed seeing as he didn’t remember last night or your words. “Don’t worry about it, happens to the best of us.”

“So, what happened last night?”

“Oh, nothing really, I just helped you to your cot and left you to it,” you said, waving with your hand. “You weren’t as bad as other times.”

Arthur laughed and said, “Is that so?” After a few moments he added, “So, that’s all that happened last night?”

A hint of panic crossed your mind, but you quickly squashed it down and said, “Yup, that’s all.”

A small smirk played on Arthur’s lips as he looked out into the distance. He could feel your nervousness in every word you said, could practically feel you squirming with anxiety. He, of course, already knew everything he needed to know about last night, but the opportunity to tease you just a little bit was too good to pass up on.

He turned his head around to look at you and said, “Something tells me you’re not telling me everything.” Both his voice and eyes were dangerous, but it only drew you to him more.

“That’s not true,” you said as you looked into his eyes, feeling mesmerized by them.

He clicked his tongue and shook his head. “You should know better than to lie to me.”

You weren’t sure what you were talking about anymore, and you didn’t care. You felt like a prey under his intense gaze, and you wanted nothing more than to be devoured by him.

One of his hands reached out and cradled your cheek. His palm was so big and soft, and in that moment you felt like being held by him forever. He ran his thumb over your lips, the action making you part them. He watched you for a moment before moving towards you. You closed your eyes when he was right in front of you, your lips inches away from each other. For a moment, he teased you, brushing his lips against yours, pulling away a little only to come back a second later.

“Arthur, please,” you said.

He chuckled softly before finally pressing his lips against yours. They were soft and plump, exactly how you imagined them to be whenever you stole a look at them. It felt as if through this kiss, the two of you were pouring all the emotions you have been bottling up for months.

As one of his hands was still on your cheek, the other made its way to your hip, helping you up and bringing you to his lap. The new position was more comfortable as you placed both of your legs on either side of Arthur’s. Both of his hands were now on your hips, and yours were around his neck, lightly pulling on short strands of hair there.

A light moan escaped your lips, only to be devoured by Arthur’s mouth, when he pushed his tongue in. Your lips moved against each other in a perfect dance, your tongues brushing against each other, making your eyes roll to the back of your head. You could’ve swore you heard someone on guard duty make a disgusted noise when they caught the two of you, but neither of you cared.

The sun has already set when the two of you broke apart, your lips swollen and wet, your eyes hazy with desire. You were far too comfortable in Arthur’s lap to move away, and it seemed that he too liked your current position, his hands still on your hips, gently massaging them.

One of your hands made its way from his neck to his face, gently placing it on his cheek, running your thumb over a scar on his chin. You never had a chance to completely take in Arthur’s beauty, only stealing glances here and there, scared to be caught, admiring him from afar whenever he wasn’t paying attention. Now, however, you could look for as long as you wanted, and you did, taking in every imperfection that made him him. He too took a moment to appreciate your beauty as well, appreciating every detail such as the shape and color of your eyes, the curve of your lips, the roundness of your cheeks.

Arthur wasn’t planning on getting drunk anytime soon again, but in that moment, he was thankful to the moonshine, and maybe the fella that gave it to him, for the opportunity that it created.

He reached out with his hand, placing it on your cheek. “Say it again,” he said.

You smiled, leaning into his palm, and said, “I love you.”

#arthur morgan x reader #arthur morgan x y/n #red dead redemption 2 #rdr2 #Red Dead Redemption #arthur morgan headcanon #arthur morgan fanfic #red dead redemption fanfic #red dead redemption fanfiction #rdr2 fanfiction #rdr2 fanfic #rdr2 headcanon #rdr2 imagine #arthur morgan imagine

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stxleslyds · 3 years ago

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Robin Jason, a friend and ally of the Titans.

PART 2.

Hi! Welcome to Part 2 of this post, as I said in the last one, I will be talking about Robin Jason’s moments and not reviewing the issues from a story point of view but I think I will have to give a little more context in this one because honestly I am a little lost with this particular storyline, there is too much going on and Jason isn't part of many pages so yeah, I hope this post isn't too boring or bad though.

I will link part 1 Here!

Let’s begin!

· NTT (1884) #26-28

In my last post I talked about how Jason would be called by Donna to help the Titans save Dick and Raven from Brother Blood’s people. We start #26 with Mother Mayhem giving a public speech on television. What you have to get from this is that this cult is using the image of the two Titans/Heroes (Nightwing and Raven) that they captured as propaganda for their intentions, their intentions being resurrecting Brother Blood and making the world believe that they are good people. Obviously, Dick and Raven are not there because they are supportive of their cause, they were both brainwashed.

In this issue the Titans team that had fallen apart in issue #19 is back, so we find Donna, Beast boy, Cyborg, Joey and Wally together once more and they are trying to figure out what to do because they have two problems, on one hand Beast Boy’s father is killing people and captured Garth and on the other a whole ass cult is doing cult-y shit and captured Dick and Raven. In the end they choose to go save Dick and Raven first but they do it because Beast Boy says this “I…don’t know. I can’t say what we should do. We need Dick here…he’s a tactician. We need him as out leader”. Never in my life would I have thought that I would agree with beast boy but yeah…hard agree.

Donna understands that even though the team is (mostly) back on its feet they still need more firepower and that’s why she calls Jason. While it was kinda rude of Cyborg to say that Jason is not all that (in terms of firepower) any kind of tension is quicky gone because Starfire comes back (talk about firepower).

We have various moments of Beast Boy being a perv towards Kory (thanks a lot Marv) but that’s not important, what’s important is that now the Titans have to tell Kory that Dick has been captured and they are on their way to save him.

They all leave to Zandia (where Brother Blood’s Church is located) and a fight ensues as soon as they arrive, they fight but their goal is to get to the Church as fast as possible. Jason doesn’t say anything in these panels but he is fighting alongside the others. When things get a bit more complicated Jason starts to feel that maybe he isn’t that capable of handling himself but he doesn’t have to do anything by himself because this time he has a team that can back him up. Kory gives him a lift as soon as Jason is surrounded, he is of course thankful and a little bit pervy (thanks a lot Marv).

Kory is shot just after she gets him out of trouble and Jason as the adorable kid that he is becomes worried for her well-being. After Beast Boy is also injured in the fight the Titans decide to leave back to camp. Thankfully both Kory and BB are okay but they are all still worried about how they will get to the Church. We see here once more Donna being a bit overwhelmed with leading the Titans and beating herself up over what happened in Switzerland (#20 and #21) but Jason reassures her instantly that she did a good job and she doesn’t need to be so hard on herself.

This interaction here is particularly nice because Jason reassures Donna without her asking for it. In my last post Donna looked for reassurance in Robin several times but she didn’t do it because she actually wanted Jason to give his thoughts, she did it because she was hoping Jason would act like Dick and eventually take over the team’s leadership. Here that isn’t the case, Jason just tells her what he thinks.

After Donna talks about her doubts Kory says that she is impatient and worried about Dick but also expresses being unsure because the last time that she saw Dick they kinda left things off on “bad terms”. I say this because just like it happened with Jason and Roy, Jason and Kory also have differences, she is a grown and experienced woman that is going through adult problems and Jason is a kid that is just happy that he was called to join them on another adventure.

If we back a few panels to when Jason said that Kory “was a sight for sore eyes” Kory responds saying “first Changeling, now you. It’s got to be puberty”, she is obviously not pleased about Jason making that comment about her and it’s also made clear that he is just a teenager.

This is where I rant about how different what we see here is from what we get later in New 52. Just like Roy (in New 52) Kory is also seemingly very close or the same age as Jason and she is the one that is written as wanting to take Jason to bed or, at the very least, attracted to him. Kory being an adult in comparison with Jason is taken away from her and she is just transformed into something to fit Jason’s new beginning as the Red Hood. Lobdell didn’t do Kory any favours, he annihilated her character and made her out to be just eye candy that can come off as stupid and way too reckless just to prop Jason up, believe it or not Jason sometimes was the voice of reason to both Roy and Kory’s antics.

It’s even worse when you consider the fact that in this issue Kory is feeling better and more confident because she finally understands what she wants and has accepted Earth as her real home, all of that is gone in New 52, Kory is lost, insecure, she even depends on Jason a bit too much at the start (because she “didn’t remember” her time on earth or Dick) and goes back to killing. All in all, Lobdell’s version of Kory was very damaging and a disservice to her past history.

Back to the issue, as Donna and the others are going to start coming up with a plan (with only two days until resurrection day) we move scenes and find ourselves in a meeting where people are complaining about the Titans messing up their plans, but that is not what matters, apparently the people in that meeting wanted to “summon the Brotherhood” and here is where we are introduced to the person who will make the Titans’ lives a little more complicated…Twister. She is one of the people that were victims to Brother Blood’s brainwashing and experiments.

In the next page we see the Titans resting but Cyborg is awake so thanks to that he hears someone coming straight to them, here Kory takes the lead and she says once more that she will not kill whoever that is, that she can’t and won’t do that anymore…I wonder if Lobdell ever read these issues, maybe not.

The attacker was Twister and in seconds she twists the Titans’ reality and leaves them all incapacitated. She then goes to look for and recruit the Brotherhood of Evil. While she did that though the Titans slowly made their way back to the city and are now getting ready to attack. Donnas plans as we soon find out don’t include Jason as one of their front line fighters, in fact he has to be left behind as back up.

Jason is not very happy about this; he is the boy wonder! But because it’s the plan and the Titans are experienced, he decided to stay put (at least for now). Its funny to me that even Beast Boy calls Jason a kid. What is sad from these panels is obviously the last thing that Jason says “I can’t wait until I am sixteen!”. I mean, this issue came out exactly two years before Jason’s death, there was no way they could have seen that coming but yeah, it’s just sad. Jason really was in a better and happier place around this time, little did he know everything would turn upside down after a while.

The rest of the Titans fight, Donna starts to feel like she is finally in control and that she is doing a great job at keeping the Titans together, Kory is having her inner turmoil about Dick but she is doing her job and when she decides to go help Cyborg and Joey they come across the Brotherhood of Evil. This is where #26 ends.

Issue #27 starts with a very difficult fight for Kory, Cyborg and Joey, it ends with Kory injured, Joey captured and with Cyborg thrown off a window. The only one of them that Donna, Beast Boy and Jason are able to save is Kory.

The Titans that re left have to retreat and find a place to recover, Jason is very silent all the time but Donna and Kory are the ones that are having interesting talks, they have to find out where the Brotherhood has Joey and Cyborg and their time to save Dick and Raven is running out but if they don’t save the others they might die. It’s a complicated situation and they are both impatient but Donna tells Kory this “Dick would be the first to tell you to plan first, attack later”, I bring this up because nowadays its very common for fanon and current writers to think of Dick as someone that doesn’t plan, that doesn’t think before jumping. Even Beast boy called him a tactician, I know this is a Jason post but its also a post about how characterizations are also kinda destroyed. Dick has suffered a lot from mischaracterization so its nice to go back to these stories and see that what we think Dick should be now isn’t something that we once imagined but something that mas modified or taken away from him either by fanon or current writers.

After the Titans decide to wait for the storm to pass to go looking for Joey and Cyborg, we actually see that Cyborg is in the city looking for shelter, he is injured and as he falls unconscious we meet a couple that decides to save him. Back to the Titans once more we have Jason say that the storm that is forming look “like something out of Ghostbusters” its then that the Brotherhood makes itself known, they are taunting them and they have roped Joey to the top of the capitol building and they are asking the Titans to surrender or Joey dies.

Its here where Donna takes full control of the Titans and even though she and Kory have different ideas of what to do she says that she is the leader now and what she says gets done. Donna will be in charge of saving Joey while the others will make their way towards the Brother Blood Church to help Dick and Raven.

Before they go their separate ways Jason says this about Donna “Wow! I wouldn’t wanna be in her shoes for all the garbage pail kid stickers in the world.” I am going to be honest, I had to look those stickers up and all I have to say is what the hell. But I am not here to talk about stickers I am here to talk about how funny its that Jason is being so uninterested about leading a team. Now, don’t get me wrong, Jason has the ability to lead, yes, but he is better at leading himself or an operation, we have all read UtRH, we know how well the Red Hood can handle himself and his plans but a team of heroes? Controversial opinion but I think that Jason should have never been given a team and I am talking about Kory and Roy as well as Artemis and Bizarro. Was Rebirth better than New 52? Absolutely. But I just don’t see Jason as a leader of a team of heroes and it’s also incredibly repetitive, just because he was Robin doesn’t mean that he needs his own team. I know that Robin Jason and Red Hood Jason aren’t the same person and that they might think differently but if Lobdell had never come into Red Hood/Jason Todd’s life when he did we might have never seen Jason lead his own team and that to me is proof enough that it should have never happened. I quite enjoyed the Prince of Gotham storyline in Red Hood: Outlaw, he didn’t have a team but he had an operation going on and people working FOR him not WITH him. In my opinion that’s better for Jason (if you would like to see me review that storyline let me know).

There is a lot happening story wise and I am finding it more and more difficult to continue talking about Jason’s moments here without giving context so I am going to resume what happened between Donna leaving to save Joey and Jason’s next appearance in this issue. Here we go, Brain tells Monsieur Mallah that he decided to “help” Twister take down the Titans because he wants to use Brother Blood’s Blood Pool because he is dying, Twister goes back to her family’s home and we get to see how brainwashed she is, her family is shocked to see her and they are also the ones that took care of Cyborg while he was unconscious, Cyborg leaves to find the Titans but Twister sees where he left to, she tells the Brotherhood where he might have gone to but protects her family by not telling them that they were the ones that protected Cyborg in the first place and Donna was able to save Joey. I think that was everything.

We see Jason again when he is just outside Brother Blood’s Church with Kory (who is giving him a lift) and Beast Boy. But because life can’t be easy for them the Brotherhood of Evil teleports there and a fight ensues. Kory takes the lead and Jason gets to work.

Kory praises Jason for his work here not because she can’t do anything but because she is seeing that a kid is doing an excellent job. Make no mistake, she is the one with experience but she is nice and gives credit when its due.

Cyborg arrives and the fight continues. We see Beast Boy warning Jason about some of the villains’ powers and Jason being the excellent Robin that he is pays attention and escapes Plasmus’ touch.

I might not think that Red Hood is a team player but Robin Jason absolutely is, and the Titans are nice and care for his safety.

While all of this was happening, Cyborg had made his way to the Church and there he gathers all kinds of information including the location of Brother Bloods main Church in the US. He also makes the alarms sound so everyone leaves because he set up the Church to blow up. Somewhere else Monsieur Mallah is threatening to kill Brain after the later insults him again. And there is where this issue ends.

In issue #28 Jason and the rest of the Titans appear after several pages of Mother Mayhem being a creep, Azrael the angel rising and trying to resurrect Brother Blood through the power of prayers, people watching the live broadcasting of the event and Dick trying to break free from his own head but as soon as he does it Mother Mayhem brainwashes him right away.

The Titans are back in their tower where we see Wally again but that is not all, Frances Kane and Robotman come in too. After all the people who are willing to fight get together the Titans make their way to Brother Bloods Church.

It’s in the jet with Wally that we see Jason and this time he gets to talk too! Jason is talking about how much braver the Titans are compared to him but Wally calms him down by saying that even though he has been doing this for a while he is also scared.

The fact that Jason joined the Titans on another adventure without mentioning it to Bruce is funny to me, he was probably so happy that Donna called him again! Maybe Jason was more bored of being with the Bat than he let on and maybe he didn’t feel appreciated enough or heard. I also like to think that Donna got Jason’s number through Dick, like do you remember that Dick gave Jason his number if he ever wanted to talk shit about the Bat with him? What if they did talk and then Dick put Jason’s number on the Titans’ data base? That would be cool and really sweet!

Jason continues to be a team player and being useful during the fights, he has the Titans’ back as much as the Titans have his.

They fight their way in Brother Blood’s Church and once there they find a dude called the Confessor with Arella (Raven’s mother) but he tells the Titans that she is dead. Somewhere else though is where the real trouble is at, between Azrael and Raven, Brother Blood has finally been resurrected.

It’s in the last page where Brother Blood is looking all mighty and powerful that Dick seems to have broken free from his brainwashing once more.

That’s the end of that issue and this part of the post. This one was super difficult to write and it’s even longer than part one, I hope I didn’t make it super difficult to read. At some points I felt like I was explaining too much and in others too little. I guess it’s very difficult to show how one character participates in a story without giving context but I just didn’t want this post to be too plot heavy.

These issues had some cool Jason moments but the ones in issues #29 to #31 are even better!

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