#it was supposed to be angst but my heart wouldn't survive

[korumimi]

Pac comes back from purgatory.

It was hell but it had its moments of fun. Bonded with new people and survived every plague thrown at them.

But when he gets back. He cries tears of joy. Finally his home. He doesn't have to worry about disasters every hour and eye looking creatures. He celebrates and goes to spawn to see everyone gathering and relieved everything is going to be fine.

"Pac!"

He sees Fit in the distance and run, as fast as he can. Fit is running too. Pac is with an expression that Fit interpret as anguish and anxiety but also... Hope?

Pac doesn't even say anything and just hugs him, making Fit almost fall but he's a strong man, he can take it. And Pac hugs him so hard. Fit is little surprised, with the feeling of seeing Pac again, with the feeling of the warm. But he doesn't hesitate, just hugs him back just as tight, trying to contain his emotions to not overflow.

They stay quiet for a couple seconds, just hugging each other like no one's around. Fit can feel that Pac is crying, trembling and murmuring things in his chest.

"Are you okay Pac?"

"I will be... Can we leave for a quieter place?" Everyone is talking with each other at spawn, making a mess celebrating that everyone is back.

Pac is still hugging him, Fit doesn't complain.

They teleport to Fit & Ramon and go to Fit's room. Pac sit on the bed sighting relived.

"Sorry, I sitted here without asking, oh my god I'm all dirty and sweat sorry sorry" Pac's already standing.

"No no no, don't worry. You can seat wherever you want, don't worry about that. I can change the bed's clothes or whatever. Feel free to do whatever you like."

"Thank you Fit" Pac sits again.

So they talk. Mostly Pac. He talks all about the hell he went through. Fit who was standing now is sitting next to Pac. And Fit notices, every little -and big- new cut and wound. The messy hair and the dirty clothes, how Pac looks so tired. And Fit is so annoyed about that, how he couldn't protect him from all this. When Pac stops talking there is an awkward silence.

"Are you okay Fit?"

"Yeah just- I wish- I wish I was there."

"Oh c'mon, you don't need to say that. You have to take care of Ramon, right? I mean, I didn't need to worry to much because Richas still has Forever but-"

Fit holds Pac's hand with a serious look and Pac seems nervous.

"I missed you."

And Pac looks suprised, but doesn't move.

"I missed you too"

They stay like this for a moment.

"Can we have a date without dungeons, please?" Pac says with a laughing tone. "I'm kinda of tired from fighting."

Fit laughs in response and look away ashamed that he admitted it was a date.

"Of course, I mean, we can go on a adventure another day"

"Ooh yeah, I need a bath Fit! I'm stinking!" Pac says with a joking tone.

"Oooh god!" Fit laughs.

And they joke and make fun of one another.

They never leave each others hands.

[mrsnancywheeler]

the lakes (3) // finnick odair x f. reader

summary: it's supposed to be over, you and Finnick are supposed to spend the rest of your lives helping each other heal. living as peacefully as possible, but the the third quarter quell throws a wrench in your domestic bliss.

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midnight rain

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warnings: angst, talk of mental illness and su!cidal ideations, allusions to trafficking, mentally unstable reader who's in denial, allusions to death and violence, hurt/comfort, arguments, something gets thrown in anger, terms of endearment, dreams of domestic bliss, savior complex Finnick and reader, no use of y/n, unedited

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The familiarity of the train car made you shudder. The first time its elegance had amazed you, but now it was commonplace, a trade for everything else that had been given. The escort who you'd known for years, but always blocked out because of her unmatchable insensitivity was babbling on in her overwhelming syrupy voice as your brain buzzed with anxiety. When the smashing of a glass on the train's wall brought you back to the audio of the train cab.

“Can we wait to break things until the games? After all this time, Finnick, you still need your manners." She tutted, waving her hand in the air. “Plenty of time to get the aggression out later, right now just bask in the attention. Now I'm going to go check over the mentoring plans." Her neon purple eyebrows were so animated when she spoke and the color assaulted your eyes, the click of her heels echoing she exited.

Finnick had buried his head in his hands over a counter top as you quietly knelt down to pick up pieces of shattered glass. An Avox would end up cleaning the mess later, but you didn't feel comfortable just leaving it there.

“Why can't I help you?" His voice was much softer and more broken than you'd expected. Calloused hands holding his face as he stared out the train window.

“Help me?" Your confusion was evident. "You have helped me.”

“No I haven't, I'm an enabler." He shook his head, sniffling through the tears you hadn't noticed forming, your heart cracking.

You stood, dropping the glass pieces you'd been holding to approach him. "No you're not, Finnick, enabling what? Talk to me.”

He turned to you, "Talk to me. You're always trying to take care of me, angel, and I love that about you. But you use it as an excuse to hide the fact you're not doing better.”

"I am doing better, I don't understand what you're talking about, Finnick! I understand if you're angry, I just-”

"What? You looked at Annie and thought, ‘She’s too fragile to handle this, so why don't I take it all on for her? I can handle this.’" 

You nodded, “I can! I couldn't let her- I couldn't let her die.”

“But you can let yourself?" He had raised his voice ever so slightly, but it was enough that your chest was tightening. “You're punishing yourself for what you had to do to survive when you were 17! This isn't about altruism, this is about guilt."

“I'm not selfish.” Your voice was steely, you were angry. Why was he trying to pry at things that were of no matter to the present issues? "I'm doing my part, it wouldn't be right of me not to!" 

"Nobody thinks you're selfish except yourself. You could die because you want to prove something about what happened in the arena. That arena is gone, you need to focus on the now. On your now, not mine. You want to suffer in silence, you want to focus on everybody else to make up for living.”

"Stop it, Finnick! I don't want to talk about this. Be upset with me, but there are more important things to focus on.” You refused to make eye contact as you wrapped your arms around your body. There was a rebellion to plan for, no time for a psychoanalyzation of your brain, so you needed to deflect.

“You're my wife, angel, there's nothing more important to me than that. Especially since I've done such a shitty job letting you sit there, comfort, and listen to my problems while you only ever ask to be held. Why don't you trust me?” He stepped closer to you, voice delicate.

"I do trust you.” You kept your eyes planted on the ground. He was supposed to be angry or sad, but not whatever this was.

"Then why don't you say anything after you get a call from the Capitol? Why is it always only a few minutes after your nightmares to discuss how you feel, but every other waking moment is about me? I want to protect you, I want you to stop ruining yourself over the past and let me help you like you do for me.”

“I don't want to talk about it, Finnick." You were pushing down the onslaught of tears beginning to fall down your frozen face. “Can we please, not talk about it." You whispered as you shrunk into yourself.

“We have to start dealing with it, you are self-destructive, just because you hide things doesn't mean you're better set then Annie is. You are not going to step into this arena and sacrifice yourself for someone to make up for the fact you killed Conway six years ago."

“You're being mean."

“No I'm not, I'm being honest. You won't deny it because you know I'm right, this is a suicide mission to make up for all of them. Dying the second time around doesn't bring them back and neither will anything else. But if you put yourself in danger to make up for things we all had to do to be where we are now, you'll be killing me too.” 

You began walking straight past him, to comfort and be comforted was the dance that held you which was being broken as each second passed. This was unfair, having trauma didn't make you as hurt as him or Annie. You just had natural human feelings about what had happened and reconciling for that wasn't dangerous.

“You can't just walk away when I stop coddling you for a second, this is all going to be okay, if you can recognize and let me help you heal. If we're gonna do this I need the rational version of you." He trailed behind you as you kept walking.

“I don't need to be coddled, I'm sorry if you're sick of me trying to help you and everyone else, but that doesn't mean-" You gasped for air, “I'm just, I'm trying to help, maybe I am making up for what I did. I'm just sorry and I'm trying to help because I can't bear seeing other people having that light snuffed out of them. I want you to feel safe, and Annie, and Mags, and Ondine, that helps me.”

"See we can start there, you don't have to make up for what you did. Everyone did things to survive, we were kids. I can help you if we talk about it.”

"How are you supposed to help me, Finnick? I did worse things than you did, of course I'm guiltier, I preyed on someone's mind, on their feelings for me and then I killed them. And I'm so, so sorry for it everyday of my life and I feel it gnawing at my insides. I'm sorry that he's dead. I'm sorry that I was manipulative. I'm sorry for the person's I created. I'm sorry that I lied to you. I'm sorry that you're right. I'm sorry that I need to make it go away, Finnick, and it won't go away until I give it something equal even if it means I-” You wiped the tears from your face, “Finnick, I don't talk about it because being with you is reason enough to keep my grounded most of the time. I don't need to say anything when I see you and it's an easy reminder why I'm living."

“You shouldn't want to live just because of me. I want to be there for you, but when you feel that way I need you to be honest. You don't need to atone for any things, you deserve life. If we're going to go into that arena, you need to start believing that because I will not let you die. I love you and I need you to survive, to make it through with me to the end.”

You'd stopped walking and were leaning your back against the train wall. Nodding slowly, you were exhausted.

"I know you don't believe that right now, but I will make you believe it, my love.” His hand caressed your face and the radiating warmth made your ice cold face shudder.

You stared at him in silence before you let the sobbing take over your body. " I'm sorry, I don't know how to deal with it. I want to be better, I do, but I just can't. It won't go away.” His arms enveloped you like sunshine, guarding you from everything else.

“I know, sweet girl, I know." 

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Meanwhile Haymitch had to take the initiative to begin introducing his new tributes to the pack of well known, well introduced victors. Unbeknownst to Katniss and Peeta, he would of course be pulling strings to make sure they were in close proximity or at least had the attention of certain victors for the plan being hatched.

Katniss had not seemed thrilled at the idea of Finnick, but she was rarely thrilled with anyone.

“This year we have some volunteering, which will definitely spice things up a little bit. Two couples in one game, especially when one has been adored by the Capitol for years will keep their attention." Haymitch gestured to the screen where you were sending Annie back to the line with the other female tributes.

"Didn't she also have a relationship with the male tribute last time, isn't that how she won her games?" Katniss asked.

“Yes, Capitol Princess, she is just as adored, but more tame. The less cocky side of the duo you could say."

“I bet you he's not going to protect her when it comes down to it since she did the same thing last time. He's got to know that's just how she plays the game." Katniss reasoned, doubt of everyone taking hold.

“I'd be extremely surprised if that happened, they've been with each other for years and oh-" The cameras zoomed in on the seaweed and made rings on your fingers as you held hands. “Looks like that bond has gotten ever stronger. They'll be a pair and if she does die it would be a sad day, Katniss. She's a really nice lady regardless of what she did to win at 17.”

"It's not that different from you, you just got lucky.” Peeta remarked.

“I'm just saying she wouldn't be an easy ally to trust, I mean didn't she kill all of them when it came to the end?" Katniss shrugged, leaning forward. 

“This isn't about trust, it's about survival. You need allies, even if it means they end up dead at the end, you need them to survive. You're both fresh meat, these people have built a repertoire with each other for years. You're gonna need some of them on your side for as long as you can." 

"And you want us to go with them?”

" It wouldn't be a bad idea.” Peeta shrugged, "If he's gonna protect her then we'll be protected too.”

"Yeah until we become perceived threats too.”

"Hey, I'm just laying out your options. There are 22 tributes to pick from, I know these people so I'm giving you my insight. Whether or not you decide to take it is up to the two of you.” Haymitch gestured at both of them before turning back to the screen." So District 5.”

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“Finnick, what's the plan?" You asked as you two lay in the silky sheets of the bed.

"We have to get Katniss to trust us so we can get her out of the games. We'll be able to plan more once we get there.” His hand lazily lay on your shoulder,  grazing strands of your hair.

"And you'll keep me updated? No secrets?”

"No secrets, my love.” You hummed contently as you snuggled yourself deeper into his shoulder. "When we're in the arena, you need to stick by me. They'll probably try to split us up somehow, we can't let that happen.”

"I can take care of myself if it does.” You assured.

"I know that, but I need to know that you're safe. That you're not trying to throw yourself in front of someone else to save them before you.”

"Even if it's Katniss?” You said lightheartedly.

"We need to get her out of there, but I won't let that be at your personal risk. I owe you a real wedding, remember?”

"Oh, I remember. One with a dress.”

"Any dress you want, angel. So you have to listen to what I say, just this once, and stay with me in the arena and do as I say to stay alive.”

"That's two times.” You joked. " I don't know if I'm capable of doing that.” 

“Haha, very funny." He rolled his eyes. Silence took over for a second and you closed your eyes to let yourself rest with him. “I promise we'll get out of this and you'll get the life you deserve, we deserve."

“I trust you."

“Good because I mean it. We'll have our house back overlooking the ocean where little kids will run around outside, soaking up the sun and salt air. They'll have your beautiful laugh and your hair that'll whip around as they run.”

"And you're angel eyes, plus that disarming smile. We'll have to be on the lookout or we'll always give them their way.”

“You can read to me as I fish, you can sit on your favorite rock and I'll collect you all treasures. Annie and Mags will watch them so we can occasionally sneak away to swim in the sunset." 

"Oh you've got it all planned out, haven't you?”

"Of course, my love, the perfect life we can have when we're free from all of this.”

"Then I guess I'll have to listen to you to make that happen.” You laughed tiredly, body relaxing.

"Exactly, Mrs. Odair, so I can make sure our dreams come true, that everyone gets a chance to do the same.” Oh, your sweet, sweet boy. 

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thank you all so much for reading and for all the feedback! someone mentioned wanting to see haymitch presenting them and I thought that would be a great addition so thank @almostjollypizza for suggesting that! not gonna lie this was kind of a difficult chapter to write but I hope you guys enjoyed it, I'm excited to get to the Capitol and the stuff there. I have so many ideas! likes, comment, tags, reblogs, and asks are all super appreciated, love you guys, thank you! 💋

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[stargirl-writes]

denial

pairing : force healer jedi! reader x anakin skywalker

word count : 1.5k

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summary

anakin skywalker confessed his love for you. except, you turned him down, reminding yourself of your duty to the jedi. weeks would have passed and you're reaching a breaking point where you can no longer deny how you felt about him.

tags : angst, mutual pining, fluff towards the end,

warnings : pretty much just denial of how reader feels, and angst with a happy ending (!)

notes : hi lovely people! this is the first thing i'll post under this blog! thank u for taking interest in my little imagine, i hope you like it!

likes, reblogs, and comments are highly appreciated !

It has been a few weeks since Anakin Skywalker told you he loved you. For a moment, the cruelest thing to do seemed like the sweetest thing he could say.

For you both know that the Jedi Council will forbid you to delight in this feeling.

No attachments, live to serve the good, clear lines. No devotions.

You didn't understand how loving someone can be so corrupting, after all, the Jedi Code taught you compassion for all things. That in itself is an act of love. Living so detached from things just makes it all feel... meaningless.

Why hurt for love? Why hurt for not loving?

But now, ever since Anakin told you he wanted you, you are held by a ravenous grip that left you feeling breathless. Suffocated.

Because the truth was simple: You wanted to hoard Anakin in your heart and keep him there. You wanted Anakin.

Of course, you didn't mean it. Anakin Skywalker is the only one who truly knew you. He shredded down your walls to find you where you're most vulnerable and loved you anyway. He wasn't scared of the things about you he didn't understand. Things you, too, find difficult to accept.

But caught by the abruptness, you could only tell him "We can't" before storming out of the room that one night.

You were perplexed, because for the longest time you have resigned yourself to the idea that you were the only one feeling it.

And now he says he loves you. All along.

He loved you.

He loved you despite, despite, despite...

And you turned him down.

Because you can't....

You were bound by duty first. And your duty is to serve the Republic. You can't have Anakin, not if he is supposed to be the chosen one.

You still cried in your sleep; angry and tremendously sorry you turned the closest thing to love away.

You can't take the Republic's only chance of surviving this war. He was meant for something larger than you are. Larger than both of you. You understood this, but it didn't really make it hurt any less.

It fell into this odd... silence between both of you.

You'd catch yourself looking for him in every room you find yourself in. A force of habit. His force signature used to be a warm beacon of light to anchor you, now every time you sense Anakin, your heart aches.

Haunted by the images in your mind of what could be if you allowed him to love you. Terrified that you've allowed yourself to want to share a lifetime with him.

You can't. You wouldn't.

You shuffle in your bed, unable to find a spot so you can comfortably rest. You were becoming more frustrated, for your mind just won't turn itself off.

You grabbed your robe and pulled your hair away from your face, tying it back.

With a sigh, you sit up. It would be futile to attempt any sleep, dawn was already breaking from the windows of the Jedi Temple.

Force healing is something that not every Jedi practices, for it requires a deeper state of discipline and precision. Besides, there are medical droids that can take care of the wounded.

The council had briefed you on your mission for today, you're stationed at the med-bay to overlook the casualties after the recent attack on Kamino.

You valued healing; no matter how forgotten it may have been for the Jedi Order. So, this mission is equally important to you as fighting in the front lines.

The halls of the temple were still quiet, deep in sleep. You wander around, not really knowing where to head.

You hear a shuffle from behind, and instinctively, you turn.

You halt at a balcony— entranced by the rising sun. You breathed deep, wondering when all became so complicated.

A pair of blue eyes meet your doe-eyed gaze. You surveyed him, he looked like he just came from battle, his robes were covered in dust, and his eyes were glossy as if he had been awake for some time, too.

"Anakin" you breathed out, realizing it had been the first time you addressed him after the night he confessed.

"[Name]" He answers, sounding tired.

Your heart thumps, unsure, and half-terrified that if he calls your name again, you might fall to pieces.

"How did the mission on Kamino go?" You say, trying to find any topic other than—

Anakin steps forward, leaning against the balcony. You hold your breath. Being so close to him felt like all air vanishes.

"It went alright" Anakin answers, his gaze falling into the horizon.

Your eyes trail on his arm, noticing the dried blood, a gash maybe, you step forward, wanting to get a closer look, your healing instincts telling you something was off.

"You're hurt" You say, your hand carefully moving his robe.

Anakin sharply turns at your touch. Then his eyes bore into yours. You lifted your fingers, realizing you may have startled him.

Anakin always had you. Part of the reason you were persistent in learning healing. Because the anxiety of him hurting never settled, and you wanted to be equipped to take care of him.

"Let me do this, it won't take long" You insisted, because you knew Anakin too well, and he'd not get it checked until someone else forces him to sit down at the med-bay.

The wound started closing and after a moment, it was like it wasn't there in the first place.

Anakin nods, his eyes never leave yours.

You felt it, a ripple through the force. A very specific frequency. A jedi might mistake his hurt as that of a physical one. But you have memorized him too much to read through his pretenses.

The wounds hurt, yes. But he is carrying a lot more pain than he lets on.

So, you continued. Your fingers graze over his skin, channelling the force, willing it to heal the gash.

You withdrew your touch. The silence lingered. It's a silence that makes you feel mad, because it feels like this is how it'll always be for you and Anakin now. Delicately dancing around the elephant in the room.

The silence amplified the voice screaming in your heart.

You may as well just say it out loud because your force signature is latched with it. It involuntarily pours your heart out.

I love you. I love you. I love you.

"Anakin" you began, your lips opening and closing unable to find words to express how you felt.

He turns his head, standing straight, he had an expression you recognized. Some sort of braceness, like he was already anticipating for you to break his heart again.

"I'm sorry" was all you could say.

Even if you would've ran away with him if he asked you to.

Clear lines. No attachments. You'd cross them all if he asked you to.

This was the right thing to do, you think...

"Don't" Anakin shakes his head "Don't... I know you don't mean it" His eyes fall to his feet.

"No, I do" You answer swiftly— no longer able to deny how much it had hurted you too.

You felt tears threatening to cascade down your face. You've heard it said that love turns people soft, but you have never felt more broken now that you have loved something you can't have.

"Anakin, when I said we can't, it's because I can't take you for myself. You're meant for larger things. Only with the Jedi can you fulfill your destiny" You rambled, verbalizing the thoughts you convinced yourself to believe in at night.

Anakin's eyebrows furrowed, but you continued "It doesn't mean I didn't, that I don't—" You halted, your heart and mind tearing you apart.

"[Name]" he calls, "You are no small thing in my life" He tucks a loose strand of hair to your ear.

"I meant it when I told you I love you." His palm presses on your cheeks.

You thought you could crumble beneath his touch.

These weeks, the small amount of time you spent trying to convince yourself that his feelings will eventually pass, never faltered the way how you felt. His absence felt like half of you was missing. And now, he was here, insisting softly.

You can't hold it in anymore.

So, in the absence of words, you pressed your lips against his— slowly, gently, slipping into the intimacy you only ever shared with him.

I love you.

You say between the kisses, hoping it'd suffice for you can't quite bring yourself to say it just yet.

Nothing in the world belonged to you, just this love you were overpouring with. And this kiss— it felt like the beginning of something eternal.

Whatever that may be.

© to @cafekitsune the dividers!

[midnight-bay-if]

im thirsting for angst right now.. if mc were to die, how long would it take for the ros to get over it (if they ever would)? would they still keep living their lives as it is?

(Oh, my heart... okay, let's give this a try.)

S: S would throw themselves even more readily into their work, to the detriment of all else. Especially themselves. Rain and Taj had better stick close because that connection will be all that saves them from themselves. S hadn't been very interested in romance before you. So now you are gone, absolutely not. Eventually, they will find a healthier balance again. For Rain and Taj's sake, if nothing else. They still rely on S, after all. But they will never forget.

Rain: Rain would be devastated over the loss, but it's a pain they know well. They have already carried it with them for so long. They didn't believe that if it happened again, they would survive under its crushing weight. But S and Taj help carry some of the weight so they can at least breathe. It would take many, many years for Rain to consider opening their heart once more, but pixies live a long time. Eventually, it would be possible for them to heal.

Taj: Those that stand in Taj's way had better watch out. If people believed Taj unpleasant before, it was unmistakable now. Taj pulls away from everybody. Even S and Rain cannot get a word in edgeways. But how is anybody supposed to experience such a loss and continue with their day? You made life worth living. What is left?

It would take an eventual intervention from S and Rain to forcibly pull them out of this hole, and it would take quite some time. S might suggest Taj retire from their dangerous lifestyle, however. Taj's anger isn't inductive to a life of putting away dangerous individuals.

N: If revenge is to be had, it will be met. N would not rest until they saw it so. But if the death was peaceful, if it was something outside of their control, they would ensure peace. Letting you go was a battle in which they were well prepared. It was inevitable. Death amongst demons is rare indeed. And yet, when it happens, it feels wrong. They feel wrong.

N will eventually dispel their newfound bitterness, but it will be no simple journey. They find themselves adopting your stance, mannerisms, and cadence—they all bleed into who they are. It helps numb the silence in their own heads.

Umbra: Umbra wouldn't survive the loss. So, they have to fight to make sure you do. It's their only option. Umbra may know a thing or two about certain forbidden magics... And the cost of it. But any price is worth paying if it means you come back. There isn't anything Umbra wouldn't do to see it happen because the moment hope is lost, so are they.

[nvrsaidiwasinurcloset]

im not sure if youre necessarily comfortable with this, so feel free to ignore this if you're not, but GOOODDD i just thought it was the cutest idea ever. possibly a series idea?

imagining reader finding out she's pregnant with ethan's baby after the costume frat party, due to quinn's suspicions bc of how sick reader was for almost two weeks then. though being unable to tell ethan, due to the whole ghostface thing pretty much ruining whatever chance she had to tell him, especially bc the group were SUPER suspicious of him and wouldn't leave him alone with her (prob bc reader told the group during the whole dinner before ethan, as gf attacked the apartment but left reader alone) but time skip a little, ethans put in a psych ward for a couple months to deal with the trauma from his dad & just being pressured into being ghostface, and he decides to go back and visit his girlfriend because he didn't really have anywhere else to go, but when he arrived at her front door, the last thing he was expecting was to see her with a small baby girl in her arms. (in this essay, i will expand more on my girldad! ethan landry age-) BUT reader doesn't necessarily trust ethan around her at first, and for good reason to, considering he literally tried to kill her and the core five (reader was apart of the woodsboro group, was possibly dating amber??) and ethan has to pretty much work his ass off to regain her trust again. just fluff, to angst to fluff again

I hope you like this!!!!!💕

Flames - Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader

This is going to be a series! It'll definitely have a lot of angst and fluff for those kind sweet souls that have been asking me for it:)

Part 2, Part 3

Warnings: Pregnancy, mentions of death, suggestion to sex(but not graphic:)

Summary: After surviving Woodsboro, attacks are happening again to your friend group in NYC.

It’d been a little over a month since the infamous Halloween frat party. That night was crazy, especially after Sam tazed some loser’s balls. When the night was cut short, you decided to go back to Ethan and Chad’s dorm while Chad was going with Tara. You hadn’t had much alone time with Ethan, so you had to take advantage of every opportunity you got.

When the condom broke that night, you went out to get a Plan B the next morning, knowing you and Ethan weren’t ready to be parents yet. What you didn’t know was that you were ovulating at the time, and that the future-saving morning after pill wouldn’t work.

When you started to get sick every day, Quinn started to pick up on it. She had her suspicions and asked you to take a test. Your heart sank when you saw the plus sign, but you had no idea how to tell Ethan. Especially when Mindy was so convinced that he was one of the prime suspects in the most recent killings happening around campus. You didn’t know what to believe, especially after your ex-girlfriend was one of the people killing off your friends in Woodsboro the year before. She even tried to kill you, but you were saved after getting stabbed four times.

As you sat at the table with your friends, you couldn’t keep your secret any longer. Quinn already knew, but you had to tell the rest of them.

As Chad started his “Core Five” speech, and Sam confessed to her fling with Danny, you decided it was the right time to let it out.

“I’m pregnant,” you blurted out, the room instantly getting silent.

Everyone exchanged glances as your cheeks turned red.

“Wait…what?” Chad asked, his shocked expression very similar to everyone else’s.

“Is that why you keep getting sick?” Sam asked, before Mindy spoke up.

“Okay, this is one of the main rules. You aren’t supposed to have sex!”

You rolled your eyes, “It’s a little too late for that advice. Shouldn’t that rule be updated, though? Everyone is sleeping with someone.”

“But you’re the one sleeping with a killer,” she smirked, “Sweet, dorky Ethan is Ghostface. Just like Amber.”

“You don’t know that,” you said, as she scoffed.

“Where is he right now?” she questioned, everyone’s eyes landing on you again.

“He’s at Econ.”

Everyone’s phones started to chime. It made you all feel uneasy, your heart pounding as you saw the picture of Ghostface with Quinn.

You all jumped up, standing outside of her bedroom door. You were hoping it was some sick prank, but after the events that happened in Woodsboro, you knew it wasn’t.

You didn’t have much time to think of a plan before the masked figure threw Quinn’s body out of the room, resting against you before she fell to the floor. When Ghostface charged out of the room, you were in the direct path, but they went around you. You noticed Chad and Tara running out the front door, following them to what would hopefully be safety. The second you made it out, the door slammed behind you, and you heard the numerous locks on the door click.

“Fuck, guys!” you yelled to Tara and Chad who were a few sets of stairs down from you. “They’re still in there! The door just got locked!”

They ran back up, the sounds of Chad’s fists banging on the door and the screaming coming from inside the apartment echoing off the walls.

“I don’t have my keys or my phone,” you panicked, tears flowing down your cheeks.

“I don’t either,” Tara said, pounding on the door and screaming for Sam.

After a few minutes, the screams became fainter. You started to lose hope, thinking that all your friends inside were dead. The three of you were crying outside of the door, before Chad spoke up.

“I need to get you two somewhere safe,” he said, nudging you and Tara towards the stairs.

When you made it outside, you bumped into Sam, Mindy and Danny. Mindy was sobbing, and Sam’s face was somber.

“Where’s Anika?” you asked, as Mindy cried harder. Your eyes went wide, “No…”

“Anika and Quinn,” was all Sam could get out before getting choked up.

You all cried as you hugged each other on the sidewalk when the cop cars pulled up. Everyone was questioned before Detective Bailey arrived. He was closest to you because you were the closest to Quinn. He treated you like a daughter, regularly taking you and Quinn out for dinner. You tried to comfort him as he cried, but you didn’t know how to. He’d already lost one of his children in a car accident, and the other was murdered in the room next to yours.

When the ambulance arrived, they kept trying to find the source of your bleeding. You started to feel faint as you tried to explain that it was Quinn’s blood on you, your vision getting spotty. You dropped to your knees, unable to keep your balance. When Sam told the paramedics that you were pregnant, they put you on the stretcher and monitored you as the sun started to rise.

“I’m okay, really,” you said, after an hour of laying there. They were in the process of giving you an IV, hoping the fluids would help with your extreme dizziness.

“The bag’s close to empty. You’re almost done,” the paramedic said, hooking you up to the machine to check your vitals for what felt like the hundredth time.

You watched Mindy get her stitches, completely unfazed. She was so heartbroken, and you just wanted to hug her and tell her everything was going to be okay. You could only imagine what it would’ve felt like if you were in her position, and Ethan was the one laying under the tarp.

As your IV was finally getting taken out, Ethan pushed through the crowd of people and lifted the caution tape to walk over towards everyone. Chad jumped up, having a heated exchange with Ethan as he shoved him against a car.

“I had Econ!” you heard him yell, his eyes scanning the friend group. “Where is she?”

“Ambulance,” Chad said, as Ethan’s eyes connected with yours. He ran towards you, before Mindy stopped him.

“Stay the fuck away from her, Ghostface,” she snapped, as Ethan looked back towards you.

“Jesus Christ, I had Econ!”

“It’s okay, Mindy,” you mumbled, as she moved so Ethan could join you in the back of the ambulance.

“Baby, are you okay?” he asked, grabbing your hand. His eyes were filled with panic.

“I’m okay, I just got really dizzy earlier.”

“Thank god, I don’t know what I’d do if something happened to you.” Mindy scoffed at his words, thinking about Anika.

After checking out the abandoned theater, and Gale getting attacked, you decided that you needed to head back to Woodsboro. You needed to be with your family, and as much as you wanted to be there for your friends, they were all supportive of you going home. You didn’t have just your own life to think about anymore, so you needed to be somewhere safe.

Ethan was really sad when you left, crying as he said goodbye to you at the airport while the rest of your friends watched. They didn’t trust you alone with him, they all had their suspicions that he was the cause for everything that was happening.

“Please be safe,” you said, hugging Tara.

“You too. Let me know how everything goes after you get back home,” she said, alluding to the current situation, not wanting Ethan to overhear and wonder what she was talking about.

“I will.” you said, “I love you guys,” you waved, walking towards security.

You couldn’t tell Ethan about the baby, even though you were terrified that something could happen to him, and he’d never know he had a child. There was this awful feeling in the pit of your stomach. It could’ve been the trauma from your relationship with Amber, but you had no idea she was behind the Woodsboro murder spree, when you thought you knew everything about her. You thought you knew Ethan, but now you weren’t so sure.

When your plane landed, it felt surreal. Woodsboro was never a safe place to be, and now it was. When you made it to the entrance of the airport, your mom was crying, so happy that you were okay. You hadn’t told her about the baby yet, not wanting to send her into shock. She wanted to take you out for dinner, which you agreed to. The lack of food over the last couple days made you feel weak.

“Do you have anything special you want to do when you get home? Do you want to watch a movie or something?” she asked as she sat across the table from you.

“No, I really just want to sleep. Maybe tomorrow,” you smiled, taking a bite of your food.

You pulled out your phone to see a few texts from your friends, all of them checking to make sure you made it back okay. Then you noticed one from Ethan.

Ethan: I love you so much, and I miss you already. I can’t wait to see you again.

You: I love you too, baby

“You okay?” your mom asked, noticing the sad expression on your face.

“I can’t stop thinking about last year…about Amber. How could I have been so wrong about her?” you sighed, your mom’s sympathetic eyes meeting yours.

“She was sick, baby. I’m not trying to downplay it, because she killed two of my friends…and I know you were devastated when Wes and Liv were killed. She just had issues and needed serious help.”

Your mom got sad every time she talked about Dewey and Judy, you did too. You hated when she mentioned Wes because that was the death you took the hardest. Liv was the one Mindy suspected last time, and she was wrong then. You wanted so badly for her to be wrong this time, too.

When you made it home, you went upstairs and crawled into your bed. You felt safe with the alarm set downstairs, and your parents close by. You were finally able to get some much-needed rest.

Your mom woke you up the next morning, wanting to make sure she told you the news before you woke up and saw it yourself. Your heart broke as you listened to her speak about the few details that had been released. You checked your phone to see a text from Tara.

Tara: We’re okay, Chad’s in the hospital…but Ethan was in on it.

[jifloulette]

Unknown Number

pairing ; Sung Hanbin x gn! reader genre ; angst to fluff preface ; they say “to love is to let go” and that’s exactly what your ex boyfriend, Sung Hanbin wanted from you as he wanted to give his idol career one last chance, and who were you to deny? Being an idol was Hanbin’s dream after all. It wasn’t an easy choice but you knew how hard who worked for it so you decided to let go. It’s only then after a year, when Hanbin finally debuted in the famous ZeroBaseOne, you receive a message from an unknown number telling you that he’s the one and only, Sung Hanbin and he asks you to meet up with him. word count ; 1,452 author's note ; first fic in this account, i am so proud of myself for this omfg? hanbin has been in my mind SO MUCH so i had to make this, hope you guys like it ^^

"How long has it been? Has it already been a year already?", you thought. It was already a year after you and Sung Hanbin's break up. It wasn't an easy year for you, unlike Hanbin's. He was thriving, he debuted in boys planet as the leader of ZeroBaseOne! You were happy of course, but you had always thought that 'what if' Hanbin decided to stay? It was selfish to think that, yet you still couldn't stop yourself from doing so. You needed to let go of him after all, being an idol was Hanbin's lifetime dream. You knew how hard he worked as a trainee, and now look at all his efforts finally paying off! You still had dreams of the night Hanbin told you that he wanted to give his idol career one last try, even if it meant ending things with you.

♡

"Baby? Could we talk?" Hanbin said, who were you to say no? "Remember the time where I said there was this new survival show coming up?" he told you, "Yeah! You auditioned for it, right? Tell me what happened!" You replied to him fearing for the worst. "Well, I passed. The next few weeks, we're going to film the first few parts of the show! But this means, I..I want to end things..", how those last few words rang in your mind over and over again. "Baby? Did you hear me?", Hanbin's words brought you back to reality, "Yes.." you quietly told the boy in front of you. "I'm sorry baby, I really am. But you know how much I'll regret it if I don't show up." Hanbin apologized to you. Why would he? You knew this day would come, I mean he was so talented, handsome, and kind. The industry would want someone like him. "It's alright, I knew this day would come anyways. Good luck on your journey Bin. I know you'll debut!" you told him, showing him a happy façade but he knew too well that you wouldn't be that happy. "I've already packed my things while you were at work, and I'll be leaving tomorrow. I love you y/n, I always will." Hanbin reminded you, was those even the exact words he said? You didn't know anymore, you were too overwhelmed to think.

♡

Hanbin's group already had their second comeback this year, they were succesful! Most importantly, Hanbin was shining. Everyone loved him, he was popular in the industry. You needed to be happy for him, yet you still missed him. You missed his hugs, kisses, you missed the times he would cook dinner for the two of you every time you went home from work, you missed the café dates you two always had, but those are nothing but a memory of what the two of you had. You've supported him throughout the show too, making sure to always vote for him every day! You were happy, He was happy. Wasn't it supposed to be a happy ending now?

♡

Usually, you'd forget about those memories a few days after remembering them, but now, you can't get him off of your mind? Why? Because you bumped into him and one of his members in the café the two of you had dates on. You always went there if you needed somewhere to breathe and relax, you knew the people working there after all. You thought that this time would be like the others, but no. The universe really aligned the two of yours schedules just to give you a bang in your heart to remember all those happy times you had. He was with Gyuvin, he was a the table you two always rushed to back then because it had the best view of the scenery, it had the best pillows on the seat which was so comfy. You would sit there too once in a while, it made you reminisce the memories you two had. You wanted to sit back there because the sky was extra beautiful this afternoon, but it looks like Hanbin had the same idea. The second you went inside the cafe, you immediately recognized this laugh, it was Hanbin's. You took a glimpse of where it came from and there he was, Hanbin. You decided to avoid him and just order your usual. A mocha and 2 cookies. Hanbin also took a glimpse of you as well, which destroyed the mood for him because the reason he went back to this cafe was to remember you, not to see you. Gyuvin noticed it as well, "Hyung? What's wrong? Why'd your mood suddenly drop?", the boy asked Hanbin, "Oh It's nothing! Just spaced out haha.." he told Gyuvin. You got your food and sat at a table across him. Hanbin couldn't stop himself from taking a couple glimpses at you and the both of you made eye contact quickly, which surprised you, you quickly looked away from him. Your visit to the cafe was quicker than usual because you didn't want to stay there longer with him there too.

♡

The second you stepped home, you wanted nothing more than to breakdown. You wanted to talk to him, maybe even ask him to visit your apartment, but you knew he couldn't, rumors might spread, and you couldn't risk that for him. When all you wanted to do was to lay down and cry, you heard two beeps from your phone. You checked it to see if it was from work, but it was from an unknown number.

♡

"I know you might not want to talk to me but I was happy to see you there, even if we didn't talk. You looked good today."

"I miss you, i've always missed you. The second we filmed the first episode, I wanted to kiss and hug you."

"Bin..? Is this you?"

"Yeah, it is. How have you been?"

"I've been doing okay, could be better. How about you?"

"I've been missing you lately, I know it's a bit straightforward but I really have."

"I love you."

"Why did you only chat to me now?"

"I thought you didn't want anything to do with me.. I'm sorry."

"Are you serious? You know how much I love you, you know how much I care for you. Why would you think things are different now? I've always supported you too, from the show until your debut and now"

"I know it was stupid and selfish to think that you would hate me, after knowing that you support me, I hate myself for that."

"I love you, I hope you still know. Every time I'm on stage, my mind is always wondering if you're doing okay."

"I'm free tomorrow too, maybe you'd want to meet up at the café? Even if it's for an hour."

"Sure, maybe at 3?"

"I'll meet you there, I love you.

♡

"Fuck, I'm meeting up with Hanbin tomorrow." you spoke to yourself, did you even want to meet up with him? Of course you did! But what happens if rumors arise? Whatever, wait no. That's selfish! Your mind was so overwhelmed, so you decided to sleep it off.

♡

It was the day you were going to meet up with Hanbin. You were nervous, but happy. The second you went inside, you saw Hanbin at the table you both loved sitting at and he waved at you with the same smile that made you fall in love with him. "Y/n! It's been so long, you look amazing.." Hanbin told you, "Thank you Bin, you look good too." you replied. "Do you want some coffee? I could get you a mocha and cookies, my treat?" Hanbin asked you and oh boy were you so happy, Hanbin still remembered what you ordered, at the same table, at the same cafe. "Sure! Thank you!" you replied to him. After a good 2 hours, he told you "Hey, if you need me, I'll always be a chat away, alright? I'll reply as fast as I can. Well, I have to go now. Thank you for sparing your time for you y/n, I love you" and gave you a quick peck on the lips. You were speechless, I mean Hanbin just kissed you, how long have you wanted to feel his lips on yours again? You didn't know but all you cared was that he did just now. When you came back home, there was another message on your phone from him.

♡

"Thank you again y/n for today, I'll always be here for you, okay? I love you"

♡

Maybe the two of you could go back to how things were back then. You were happy of that thought becoming a reality. How you loved Sung Hanbin so much.

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[tearsaura]

Holding the enemy in my arms // Garrick Tavis x reader

A/N: Based on this request. I hope you like it. I didn't want to take to long on getting this out

Word count: 1.5k

Warnings: Iron Flame spoilers, angst, death

Picture is from pinterest: kateslibb

Garrick Tavis has cried twice in his life.

~Basgiath War College, 12 hours ago~

He quickly found her in an abandoned hall, grabbed her by the shoulder, his arm pressing her by the neck to the wall behind them and holding a dagger to her throat with the other.

‘How could you do this?’ Garrick had never shed a tear in front of anyone else before. He hadn't even cried at his parents’ execution, not wanting to give Generals the satisfaction. But right now? Pressing her to the wall, the women whom he loved so dearly, who he had pictured a life with? Getting married, having kids, and living at each other’s side? She looked so much like the y/n he knew, if it wasn't for the bloodshed eyes, she looked just like the girl he fell in love with.

‘You wouldn't understand.’ she gasped, her hands grabbing desperately at his arm. ‘Try me. You had me thinking you were dead. You had your Dragon thinking that you were dead, your friends! Was it worth betraying all of us? Ruining what we had? Answer!’ he shouted. The next moment, his back hit the opposite wall, knocking the air out of his lung and she had disappeared.

~Basgiath War Collage, 6 Months ago~

‘Gods your stance is terrible how did you survive your first year?’ Garrick laughed as he watched her take position. ‘I survived just fine.’ she grinned at him. ‘Well, this won’t last you for long let me show you How you're supposed to do it.’ he said, standing behind her and repositioning her arms. ‘Why Thank you, section leader. Or shall I start calling you Lieutenant?’ ‘Stop teasing, concentrate.’ He tsked, pressing a quick kiss on her temple. ‘Thank you for helping me.’ she whispered in that gentle tone of hers, making Garrick weak in the knees. ‘Of course, my love. You don't have to thank me I am doing this for selfish reasons: I need you to survive what's coming.’ he said, unaware that he was, in fact, holding the enemy in his arms.

‘Can't you be stationed here? I'll miss you.’ she complained. ‘I wish I could stay with you, my love. But you know I can't. I'll write to you all the time I promise. Maybe we'll be able to smuggle out occasionally when Xaden comes to visit.’ ‘Or we could get our dragons to fall for each other and become mates? Then we'd be able to visit each other to! We still have time-‘ ‘I appreciate your effort, but you know this doesn't work that way.’ he replied and Y/N turned around in his arms, putting hers around his neck. ‘Just promise me we'll figure this out.’ she whispered, looking at him through her lashes. ‘We will. I promise.’ he whispered back and interlocked his lips with hers.

~Riorson House, Aretia, four months ago~

Garrick ran through the corridors of the Riorson house, frantically searching for her y/h/c standing out in the massive groups of cadets that stood around all the place, with no success. His frantic search came to a halt when he spotted her friends. She'd have to be here. There was no way she wouldn't have come. Was she okay? Did she survive?

With big steps he approached them, his heart falling when he saw she wasn't among them. ‘Violet? Have you seen y/n?’ he asked the younger Girl, who just shook her head, the worry in her eyes matching Garrick’s. ‘No, I- I'm sorry we didn't see her. She was nowhere to be found.’ she replied. ‘We searched all over.’ If his heart hadn't given out before, it sure did when he heard those words.

Samara is here Chardh echoed in his head and Garrick made haste to get outside, up to where the Dragons stood. Chardh stood next to Samara, whom had her head low to the ground. She cannot get to her.

~Basgiath War Collage, 13 hours ago~

‘According to Barlowes Memories, he planted lures all over the college and up the path to the vale.’ Aetos started explaining. ‘How could he have done it by himself?’ Someone chimed in. ‘He didn't.’ Dain began, hesitating. ‘Which leads me to the next point: He- he had help from Y/L/N. I don't know for how long she has been turned into a venin or where she is right now. We presumed her for dead. I saw where Barlowe put most of the lure boxes but not all of them. And we can't figure out where Y/L/N has put them without finding her...’

Garrick blended the rest of it out. He suddenly felt dizzy, his vision turning black, and his hands started shaking. That couldn't be. She'd never do that. ‘Garrick?’ he turned to his best friend, who looked at him with his usual expressionless stare. Bodhi on the other hand had it written all over his face how sorry he felt.

He ignored their stares, tracking back all the times he shared with her. Was she a venin when he first told her that he loved her, when he helped her train, when they shared their first kiss together? Or was she turned when half of the college left for Aretia? Or was that the reason why she hadn't come at all? How come no one ever noticed her eyes where red? Once the briefing was over, he was the first who left the room, beginning his hunt.

~Basgiath War College, Present~

Garrick shook his head, focusing on the task at his hands, his mission clear: buy time, to get the wards back up. There were a dozen wyvern flying directly towards him and Chradh. There were no other Cadets or Riders near him: leaving him at a clear disadvantage. He threw a dagger towards the first venin, missing the target by mere inches, the metal falling.

‘You should forfeit Rider. Maybe then we will spare your life.’ they said, a disturbing grin spreading across their face. Chradh continued to breath fire, without no luck, and attacked the wyvern at its neck. Just as Garrick stood up on Cradh's back, ready to start another attack. Before he could do anything, a dagger came flying, piercing the Venins, falling off. In mere seconds, the other Venins followed. The Lieutenant turned his head to see the source of the flying dagger, his eyes widening. ‘Are you okay?’ y/n asked, flying closer to him. Chardh growled, ready to attack her but Garrick quickly interfered.

End her. She betrayed you. She betrayed Samara. She betrayed all of us. She will be our downfall.

‘How is it possible that Samara assumed you were dead?’ ‘You clearly don't know enough about Venins. My magic helped me build shields strong enough that she could've never find or get to me.’ ‘Why did you kill them?’ ‘Really? You want to discuss this now? I will explain to you everything once we're done.’ she stated to him and turned then to Chardh.  ‘The lure boxes I put out are very weak but all near the hall.’ And with that, she left them, closely missing the weapon one of the venin had throwed at her.

Garrick couldn't keep the grin off his face. She is helping them. She is fighting against her own to help them. He was overwhelmed with a new burst of energy and ready to take on the venin that came flying directly towards him. He didn't see the other one coming, one hand raised and pulling on of the daggers from Garrick towards him, then aiming it at Garrick. Before he could retrieve another dagger, a dark figure passed by him, taking the dagger at the chest, and plummeting to the ground. Garrick only saw the familiar y/h/c hair, and sped down after her, his heart falling even deeper.

Once Chardh caught up with her, he grabed her carefully by her body and lowered them to the ground, putting her down as gently as possible. Garrick quickly got off, sliding to the girl, grabbing her by the upper body, positioning her head on his lap. She was still breathing, and Garrick held his hand on her chest, desperately trying to put pressure on her wound, tears streaming down his face.

‘How could you do that? We could've gotten you back.’ ‘This is war. I had to do what had to be done. There's no cure.’ she replied. Her breath becoming shallower with every second. The other venins layed around, all dead. They must've raised the wards.

Call for Brennan! Call for Brennan!!

On it.

‘You'll get over me. I promise you. You'll meet someone that doesn't cause you the pain I caused. They're going to make you happy. I promise you'll be fine.’ y/n said, cradling his cheek with a shaking hand giving him a smile. Garrick shook his head violently. ‘You can't cry over me. I am not worth crying over.’ ‘Noone is going to make me happier than you did. I love you and I don't take anything you have done for granted. I could never. None of us do. You can't leave me now that I have you back, please I love you.’ ‘I will watch over you, I promise. I love you too.’ she said, her eyes going blank, as she took her final breath.

As the Cadets and Riders were celebrating inside, there was no sound to be heard outside, other than Garrick’s painful roar, triggering the same one from Chradh.

[mj-iza-writer]

Whumptober Day 20

Emotional Angst - Shoulder to cry on - Giving permission to die - "It's not your fault"

Darryn was pushed into the dimly lit room, someone grabbed his shoulder firmly and pushed them down to a kneeling position.

He barred his fangs at the someone and received a slap to the face.

A second slap came to them by way of their senses.

"Blood", they whispered, drool threatened to come from their mouth.

Their captors had starved them of blood for a couple of weeks now.

They hadn't bitten anyone for a long time. Their fangs yearned and ached for that sensation.

The air was thick with the smell of fresh blood, a fresh cut no doubt. It took Darryn all of his strength not to leap away from the hands that now held him down. They wanted it.

"Easy Darryn, you'll get your chance", their new master smiled as they stepped in front of Darryn, "you do want the blood right?"

"Yes please", Darryn looked up, their cravings causing them to shake.

"This is my gift to you", the Master turned to reveal a body tied to a chair.

A cloth bag was covering the head, the person was weeping under it. Sure enough, blood seeped from a stab wound on their thigh.

"You have a choice though Darryn, I will not reveal who is under that bag. You can choose to let them go, I will bandage them up and send them on their way. If you choose to drink from them, you can drink to your hearts desire, but you can't sire them. If you drain them to much they will die and you can't stop that outcome", the Master smiled, "am I clear."

Darryn nodded. Their blood lust was causing their other senses to be blurry. They thought about it for a second, they could control themself to only take enough without killing the person, they were sure of it. Something in the back of their mind said they recognized the sound coming from the person though, but who, they couldn't remember anyone.

"What's it gonna be?", the Master interrupted their thoughts.

"If I drink and they live, what will you do with them then? I'm sure I can control myself, but what will their outcome be afterwards?", Darryn eyed the human, then the Master.

"They will go free", the Master promised, "you know I'm honest with my word."

Darryn looked back at the human and licked their lips, "I'm sure I can control myself."

"Let him go", the Master commanded, "you heard him."

Darryn's arms were released from the people holding them down.

They inched steadily to the human, they felt bad hearing their fear.

"I'm sorry, it will only hurt for a second, I promise", Darryn moved to the neck, "I must survive to."

At those words, the person stilled.

Darryn sunk their teeth in and started to drink. They worked to control their lust. They concentrated on listening to the body. There were always a few warning signs that a human was losing too much blood.

The heart started to vibrate the blood, that was warning sign number one.

'Please not yet', Darryn thought to himself, 'just a little more.'

Warning number two, the human started to fall sideways, threatening unconsciousness.

Darryn sighed, they had to stop.

As they licked the wound to stop the bleeding, Master pulled the cloth bag from the human.

Darryn happened to glance to see who their donor was, they froze.

"No, my love", Darryn screamed.

Their love was nearly unconscious, the blood wouldn't stop oozing from the wounds.

"I believe you took more blood then you meant to", the Master grinned, "you had a chance to let them walk, but you had to be greedy."

"Please let me turn them, they can't, they can't die. I'm supposed to protect them", Darryn hugged the almost lifeless form, "please."

"That wasn't part of the agreement", the Master stated.

"You tricked me", Darryn yelled, "please", their voice cracked, "my love."

"What if they don't want to be sired, what if they get turned and hate you for the rest of their eternity", the Master jabbed.

"To know my love would still be alive, even if they hate me. To know they grace this earth with their presence, I would chance it", Darryn buried their face into their loves body."

"Please I don't have much time, please let me", Darryn pleaded.

"On one condition", the Master grinned.

Darryn turned, tears still lining his face, "anything."

"You become my slave", the Master grinned again.

Darryn frowned and looked at their beloved, "that would make them your slave too."

"Yes that's a good point", the Master chuckled, "you'll be making a choice for the both of you."

Darryn turned to look at their beloved, tears welled up in their eyes.

"I will do you one better", they turned to look at the Master, "allow me to sire them, and teach them to survive. If you allow them to go free. I will willingly serve you, you will have access to my full abilities. I will not hold back any parts of my strength so long as you give me the blood to do it. You recall that I am a pretty powerful vampire right?"

The Master smirked, "you'd throw your whole life away for some human and serve another, just for love."

"Yes, my beloved is worth it", Darryn hugged them again.

"You know what, I'm feeling nice today", the Master grinned with an evil smile, "it's a deal."

Darryn wasted no more time, he bit into his own arm. When their blood started to seap they put it to their love's lips.

"Drink please", he begged, "it's okay."

The person used every ounce of strength to drink the blood. There was a second where they made eye contact.

"I'm so sorry", Darryn whispered as tears fell from their belove's face.

Their love fell unconsciouss.

"It takes time for this to work", Darryn sighed, "they will survive", they licked their beloved wounds until they disappeared, then licked their own wounds from their arm.

The Master grinned.

Darryn frowned and went to kneel before the Master, "allow me to be your weapon, I will serve you as you please. Do you except?"

"I do", the Master almost sang, they were so giddy. This was their plan.

A golden ring formed around Darryn's upper arm.

"That symbolizes our contract, I shall serve you until you die. Only then am I free", Darryn bowed.

Little did they know Darryn's love was already awake, listening.

The Master allowed a week for Darryn to train the new vampire. Darryn was happy they didn't seem upset about the situation.

"How can I be upset", they had said, "when you said you needed to survive to, I could tell how weak you were. That's why I relaxed and didn't fight it."

Darryn gave them all of their knowledge, they wanted their love to be successful.

At the end of the week Darryn released the natural contract that came with sireing someone.

"I believe you will be alright", Darryn fought tears, knowing this may be their last time seeing them, "if you need help, use my name. There are many that will help you because I sired you."

Their beloved hugged them, and whispered, "I will return to you."

Darryn nodded in understanding, "just don't do anything stupid, Master controls me now. I can't get around that contract, I don't want them to make me do anything that I'll have to live with."

Time passes.

Darryn had caused substantial damage in the name of their Master.

Scars littered Darryn's body, their once pale flawless skin held damage from the heavy labor their Master forced upon them.

Their love watched from a distance. Hidden by a close friend of Darryn. Their heart torn for the pain Darryn carried.

"Darryn is powerful, but he never wanted to cause all of this. He was peaceful until", they spoke to someone. Another one of Darryn's friends.

"Unfortunately Darryn was like this at one point until he found someone worth being peaceful for. You never know true peace unless you knew true violence. Unfortunately he is a weapon being wielded by a madman. He can't go against the orders of his Master", the friend sighed, "they taught you everything they knew and sent you to find their friends for protection. His only way out is for us to end the Master's life. That is what I understand of the contract."

"Yes, that was the contract that Darryn offered... so many years ago", their love sighed, "he did this for me. He's suffering... for me."

"Darryn is strong. He knew what he was getting involved with. He was happy when you were able to walk free", Darryn's friend smiled weakly, "it is time. We will release Darryn soon... I promise."

Darryn fell to their knees weakly.

The use of this much power was catching up to him. There was not enough blood anymore to keep him going. He was working on fumes. He had already killed all of his Master's team for their blood... there was no one left.

"Get up", the Master ordered.

"Can't move... to weak", Darryn looked up before their head fell into the ash.

"Get up now... you're not do..done.. yet", the Master noticed several people standing around them now, "who dares interrupt me."

"We've come to release Darryn from you", Darryn's friend looked at Darryn and felt an ache in their heart.

The Master chuckled, "I'd have to die to allow them freedom, as per the contract. I don't plan on dying. This entire world will perish, and once it falls to ash. I will rule."

Darryn glanced up weakly, "why have you... brought them here", they struggled as they eyed their love, "go, now.... leave me."

"Darryn, kill them", their master ordered, "start with your beloved."

"No please" Darryn pleaded, "I'll fight any one of them... not that one."

"Did I stutter?", their master argued.

Darryn weakly got up, their body almost unable to hold them.

They looked at their friends.

"Please, destroy me before I destroy my beloved", they pleaded with a lump in their throat, "kill me."

Darryn stood in front of their love.

"Why aren't you running from me... please?", Darryn's voice breaking, "why is no one moving to stop me?"

Right before Darryn attacked their beloved, all of their friends moved. Their plan in place.

Someone now stood in front of Darryn holding them up from attacking any of the others. They were hard to hold back even with a broken body.

"You useless vampire", their master yelled as several others surrounded them.

Darryn weakly tried to fight against the person hiding them.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry" Darryn winced.

"We know... you don't have any choice right now", they wrapped Darryn in a bear hug and kept pushing them away from their love, "for right now I'm going to keep you busy until the others destroy your Master."

Darryn bared his fangs at them.

"I know you're tired... I'm not going to fight you. I'm just holding you back", their friend promised, "keep fighting me."

Darryn turned and saw their Master being held down.

"Don't just stand their, help me", the Master yelled.

Darryn pulled away from the hug and attempted to run toward them. They were stopped again and pinned into another hug.

"Kill them already. He may be weak, but he's still a fighter", the person yelled and squeezed tighter.

Darryn started to crawl and drag toward their master.

They screamed as their friend sliced the Master's throat.

Darryn fell weakly, finally able to stop.

Their beloved ran toward them.

"No, not yet, they need to eat while this blood is fresh", the team yelled while Darryn was dragged to their Master's dead body.

"Drink buddy, you need some strength back", they gently lowered Darryn near the slash mark.

Darryn gathered all of his strength and started to drink.

Their love knelt beside him, they happily smiled when they saw the golden band leave his upper arm.

"Is he... is he free?", the love looked around at the team.

They all nodded.

"We will work on fixing the damage done", the group started to turn, "can you both handle him."

Darryn looked up from the body, "I'm done. I'm so tired."

Their love lifted Darryn into their arms and cuddled them close. They comfortingly played through their hair.

Darryn melted into their arms.

"I think we can handle him", his friend smiled down at them, "I've taken care of his love for the past little while. I can handle the both of them."

Darryn weakly smiled, "I'm so happy to have my beloved back."

"I'm never leaving you my love", they kissed their forehead, "we'll be together forever."

"All right love birds, let's get Darryn home and rested", their friend dunked down and lifted them into a cradled position.

Darryn's love sat beside him while he rested.

Darryn's eyes squinted open.

"My love?", they looked around.

"I'm here" they sat up, "I'm right here."

"That's good. So many times waking up without you. To be able to see you again", Darryn reached for their love, "I love you", they kissed their hand.

"I love you too", they leaned in and kissed their cheek, "I love you so much."

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Hi new friend *giggle excitedly* do you make request? Can I request Sanemi x Reader Cloud by 1D 😊😊☺️

Of course~ We can do it ^^

It's for Nemi and for yah soooooo why not?! 😚

Here's my KNY rendition of 1D's Clouds 🤭

Prepare your tissues and your eyes XD

𝓜𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽

𝑪𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒅𝒔

𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐰𝐚 𝐗 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

Content Warnings: None ^^

Genre: Drama/Angst/Romance

(Image isn't mine, credits to the rightful owner)

You were engrossed in thought as you saw the sky above you from the engawa. The cloud's predominant white colour triggers a memory of a white-haired guy from your past whom you haven't seen in over a year.

It's been a whole year since you last communicated. A year after ending the on-and-off relationship with the Wind Hashira. Since Sanemi was the centre of your life, you can't help but feel anxious and wonder whether there will ever be another chance to see him again.

It appears that arguments were a normal occurrence throughout your previous relationship. But this breakup is different from your past cool-offs with him. It's you who said that things don't work, and you should both work things out for yourselves if you ever want to go back with each other.

Back then, you always told him that you should keep things simple, as love isn't supposed to be complicated. But perhaps he's right? Love is never simple, and if it were, you wouldn't be sitting here alone, caressing the empty space beside you as tears streamed down your face.

"I swear you'll wish you never left me."

And yes, Sanemi is absolutely correct; at this point, you are wishing that you had never actually parted ways with him since you have no idea what to do. It is as if, all of a sudden, you are a young child who is looking for something. Slaying demons at night has become your go-to method for putting an end to these intrusive thoughts; you feel that if you don't, you'll die from solitude.

You always thought that you both had everything figured out. But no, it was all a fantasy, as both of you view love in a different way.

And now that a year has passed, you are surviving without Sanemi but definitely feeling like a wreck.

You remembered how his hands felt whenever he touched you. Beneath that harsh attitude, Sanemi always had that sweet side, which is only focused on loving you. You can still picture how he used to sit next to you at this same engawa and tell you everything. And you love it. You miss it so bad.

You missed how you used to breathe the same air as him and how his lilac eyes looked at you with too much passion. You wished to see the things that he had seen in you. You wanted Sanemi to be back, but how?

It was you who ended things, and now he is gone.

And by the last time that you had uttered goodbye, you had seen how his heart was broken into pieces. You can't forget both of your deafening sobs as you hugged him for the last time. The tears in his eyes—if you could only stop those, you would.

"Damn it. I miss you, Sanemi."

"I miss you too."

Your heartbeats went faster this time as you heard a familiar voice. You immediately looked up, and instead of the clouds, it was Sanemi that you had seen. You gulped and immediately stood up, embracing him, which astounded him.

You felt his hands snake on your body, and there, you found the courage to look at his face through your tears. Sanemi caressed your cheek, wiping your tears away with his calloused thumb. You can remember how he used to do this even before your breakup.

The look in Sanemi's eyes when he was looking at you right now was one of intense concentration. He is not smiling. As a consequence of this, the seconds seemed like an hour, and the minutes seemed like days. You were patient and waited for him to speak.

Then, without any words, Sanemi leaned in to give you a passionate but quick kiss on the lip. You felt as if it was the first time. Suddenly, the world felt calmer. Your breaths synced with one another as you slowly kissed back, letting your tears escape your eyes again.

This isn't a dream; it's true. Sanemi's here with you now. His warmth continued to embrace you as he pulled out and patted your head.

"Y/N, I missed you so much. I still love you. I tried to forget you, but I couldn't, so I decided to make peace with myself and be better for you. I know you were tired of me before, but could you give me a second chance to prove myself to you again?"

So he came back! You can't believe the words that you are hearing right now. A part of you is scared to try again because of your past. But a bigger part of you wants to try it all. You want to be with Sanemi so bad. You want to continue your promises.

Without further ado, you nodded and embraced him tightly, resting your head on the crook of his neck and inhaling his scent.

Sanemi was so stunned that he couldn't believe what he was hearing at the moment that he reached for your hands, then smacked himself in the face with both of them. "Are you joking around? I cannot express how much this made me happy." He then gave you another kiss, claiming you as his own, and whispered that to you.

You caressed his face and looked into his eyes; there, you could see your reflection once again. You can breathe the air that he breathes. You love this man so much. He caressed your face too and rested his forehead against yours.

"I'll do my best to make you the happiest girl in the world. Here we go again, and this time, we're never coming back down."

𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒐 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉!

I know it is short but, I hope you'll love this @unofficialmuilover~

Love yah and see you on my other fics!

~𝓒𝓱𝓲𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓾-𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓷🌸

[deprivedreality]

𝗜𝗡𝗧𝗢 𝗘𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗧𝗬 ; 𝗡𝗘𝗧𝗘𝗬𝗔𝗠 𝗦𝗨𝗟𝗟𝗬. oneshot

word count: 1.5k request by: @aichiomei

summary: neteyam with his childhood sweetheart and mate who died before him. alternative ver for childhood sweetheart.

content/s & pairings: neteyam x omaticaya! reader. angst. mention of death and blood. heavy visualization of trauma/losing a loved one. reader is called Yaw'ne which is yn, basically beloved in navi.

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"𝗠𝗔 𝗬𝗔𝗪'𝗡𝗘. . . ?" His voice, pained and hoarse. Neteyam looked at his mate dying in his arms. The disappearance of the light in her eyes turned off all sense of consciousness in his body.

"Yaw'ne! Do not— no! You can't do this to me! Yaw'ne! Not now, not ever! My love— Look at me, please!" He cried, trembling as his chest heaved from the panic and anxiety he was feeling.

"Yaw'ne, look at me!" In an attempt to make a corpse look into him, he grasped her hand and placed it on his cheek, all while his other hand pushed through her chest, where blood spilled all over. Neteyam couldn't recognize himself anymore, all he could do was feel the warmth he couldn't embrace would be the last he'd ever feel from her as she went cold and pale.

In that moment, all he could think of was the future he envisioned with her, lost in a matter of moments. The love he swore to protect, the woman he promised to cherish, and soul he offered his life to. Gone. He couldn't grasp reality completely and amidst the war cry that echoes across the depressing field, he wouldn't take his eyes off her as tears swelled from his eyes, emotions daring to spill out.

He thought that if she stayed back, such thing would never happen. How did it come to this? How could one bullet determine the faith of someone? The faith of his mate, his love? Just Why?

He couldn't take off his eyes off of Yawne, the pain evident in his eyes as he looked at hers, lifeless and dim. All colors sucked off, replaced with the impeccable reminder that she no longer was with him. And will no longer be apart of a life she was supposed to be filling with colors.

"..." Neteyam spoke no more, but the silence has never been more loud. It was a mystery, really. How a broken heart can drive a man insane.

It was hard and brutal in each passing second. As smoke filled the air, so did the grief of the people all around him amidst the time of war. The cries of agony of a man who lost his mate was what filled the silence after the immediate aftermath of a battle between the RDA and the Omaticaya people.

Those who survived knew that if the Skypeople were foolish enough to have not surrendered earlier, then Toruk Makto's son— no, a man having been bereaved of his mate would've annihilated them with no hesitation and with bloodlust.

Neteyam's screams and shouts to bring her back were painful to hear to all those who were fortunate enough to be alive. As they echoed across the silenced field stocked with the corpse of Na'vis and Humans, taunting the ears of the many Omaticayan warriors that beared and witnessed the rage of the Omaticayan Prince's grief and agony upon losing his lover.

Neteyam never felt so conflicted in all his life. His father was Toruk Makto, yes. However, he never thought once in his life that it would be the sole reason for his forced departure from the home he's ever known. And setting all of it aside, the biggest part of not wanting to go was because his love rested with his people. And the thought of having no exact time of going back home scared him to the depth of his soul.

"I have to leave you, my love." A tear traced down his cheek and to his chin. Neteyam smiled even if he was in pain, the sides of his lips trembling as he stood in front of a boulder decorated with striking bioluminescent flowers and herbs. This was where his mate was buried, a place he almost spent his time on after he lost her.

"I'm sorry..." Neteyam whispered, butb then his knees started weakening that he had fallen down and broke into tears. He held his shoulders, as if hugging himself as he sobbed. "Please know that I don't want to do this. I want to stay with you... But I can't."

Even if he couldn't bear the pain of learning that he might as well never be able to see the memories of the life he once had, in the end, he found himself embarking on a harsh journey with his family. And although Neytiri and Jake knew about their son's dying desire to just be in the hands of the great mother just to be with Yawne, they would do everything to protect their son.

A sad soul waiting to just disappear was the person Neteyam had become. He never laughed whole heartedly nor expressed the same happiness he once had before tragedy of a broken heart befall on him. He never acted the same, focusing only on keeping his siblings align because it was the only thing Neteyam was left to do.

If he disappeared, Yawne would be disappointed of him. That is what he thinks, that deep inside, his mate would be upset if he would just off himself and leave his responsibilities as a son and a brother just to be with her.

From the very arrival of the Sully's in the Awa'atlu clan, he's always been perceived as the saddest amongst the forest children, unresponsive in daylight and sullen in the night. The village people pinpointed it. The tsahik of the Metkayina clan expressed her pity for him, to the point that he could not bear it anymore.

His brother and sister were in pain watching him cry every night, whispering the name of his deceased mate. All while he wished to be with just himself and his aching heart, in nights where he cradled himself to sleep. And kissed the necklace that only he had taken to leave with him as a part of his mate. The necklace that he weaved for his childhood sweetheart, dating back from when he had just learnt how to bead traditional jewelry at the ripe age of five just to impress his mate.

The memories that brought him back were the only thing that kept him together. He spent his life with his mate even before bonding with her as lovers. Neteyam had so much memories that the idea of it running out just made his day damp.

"Yaw'ne... It won't be long, I promise." One evening before tragedy happened, the boy had whisper as he looked at the beautiful sunset that reminded him only of one person, Yaw'ne.

The dazling gold color of the reef that blinded his eyes. The dewy-colored sky and it's undoubtedly gorgeous sight. And the atmosphere that flowed with warmth, that even if it wasn't as close to be similar to the warmth and comfort he felt by embracing her, it reminded him greatly of his mate.

Thinking about it made him smile genuinely, laughing to himself. "If things aren't the way it is, you would be sitting next to me, Yawne. You would've love the ocean."

The smile Neteyam showed, unknowingly, would be the last.

"Dad, I wanna go home─" Even as he lay dying in the same way his late lover had died, it was the only words that came out of his mouth when he looked at his father. He thought that for once in his life, he could be a bit selfish. Neteyam struggled to breathe as he looked at his parents and at Lo'ak. Blood seeped down his mouth but he spoke once more, this time with great desperation.

"I just want to see her again... I miss her─" Neteyam cried, eyes swelling with tears. Even through Lo'ak's pleads for him to stop, Neytiri's panic and to Jake's realization, all of them could see the desperation in his eyes.

"I miss her so much..." Neteyam longed for a moment of silence and he got it. His parents grieved for him as he lay dead on the cold ocean, eyes wide open as though they stared at the sky like any other day he spent at sea.

His eyes were dim when she died. But now, his amber eyes were at its dimmest. Neteyam died that day, with a bullet ending the pain he never thought would be the one to kill him in its stead.

It was the pain that killed him, and the acceptance that made him rest alas. It would be a mistake to underestimate the influence of love, thus, accepting it would lead into eternity.

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It Isn't Easy

↝a/n: feelings are hard.

↝pairing: Robin Buckley x fem!reader

↝warning: unrequited love, hinted FWB, angst, Robin doesn't know what she wants and that's okay, set in season 4, when everyone is making stuff to defeat Vecna

|| Disclaimer: I do not own Robin Buckley, or any character from Stranger Things. I only own y/n and any characters I create with my own brain. ||

↝⎙ 1.24.24

"what are we?"

Robin looked around. Her friends were putting together whatever makeshift weapon they could think of. You two were supposed to be doing the same. But you had pulled her away, a distant look in your eyes. This wasn't the time-

"I need to know what we are, Robin. What I am to you." You watched her stumble over her words, not finding the right ones no matter what. Her mouth kept opening and closing, without so much as a sound out of her..

"it's simple; do you love me or not?"

"simple? It's not simple." She blinked in disbelief at the situation. What you two had done was something she could never grow to regret. But was it enough to remember and want for the rest of her life? Would she grow to regret thinking she didn't want it at the time?

"it should be. It is for me." Robin had known that. Ever since you two started whatever it is you two started, you had worn your heart on your sleeve. You weren't shy about any of the things she made you feel.

You didn't know which is worse. Living with unrequited love and knowing it, or dying with her loving you just as much as you loved her and not knowing it. You just wanted an answer, even if it wasn't the one you were hoping for. You couldn't die without knowing for sure.

What are we?

For some people, it was a difficult question to answer, but why? You either love someone or you don't. You want to spend the rest of your life with them or you don't. It's that easy to look at like that for some people. There's no 'i could learn to love you' or 'im not sure'. Love is strong, it eats you from the inside out, displaying your heart on the outside for the very person it beats for to see, to adore, to criticize. It takes over every nerve receptor, every brain cell, every vein.

It's easy for some people. Why couldn't it be easy for everyone?

"I don't know."

It was true. Robin adored you, she really did. She would protect you during what is to come. But would she be willing to come out of this and be able to put herself into a relationship? One that she would have to work on to get to the same point as you?

She saw it in your eyes, every time you looked at her. It's as if she painted the world, added every little detail to the sphere as you watched her hand flick with every stroke of the paintbrush.

"I'm sorry."

You nodding, a sad smile lifting your lips slightly.

You two were quick to grasp each other, holding on for dear life. You two weren't in this as a couple, just two kids wanting to survive and help the town.

Love isn't something you can mold to fit someone else's wants and needs. You have to know when to put your feelings first, to unwind your heartstrings and look at them each very closely to determine what to do next.

Her lips found yours in one final 'im sorry'. It was pitiful, really.

But one last kiss wouldn't hurt.

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Pedro Pascal Kinktober Day Nineteen

Brushing Teeth - Joel Miller/F!Reader

Summary: Grief is cruel and just because you and Joel live in the safe haven that is the Jackson community it does not mean you're immune to it.

Possibly the saddest (but also kinda best) thing I have written so far.

Relationships: Joel Miller x F!Reader

WC: 2400

Tags/Warnings: Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Character Death, Grief/Mourning, Established Relationship, jackson era, No use of y/n, Crying, past trauma, Survivor Guilt, Protective Joel (The Last of Us), Good Parent Joel (The Last of Us), Tooth Brushing, This is like seriously sad pls beware, Author has already scheduled a therapist appointment

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notes: a huge thank you to my beta babes maria and aura for reading this a month in advance. i love you both so much.

this is a really, really sad fic. it's likely not gonna go the way you think. please continue with caution <3

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Circles

He died just after sunrise.

It had been supposed to be a simple shift, guarding the perimeter from one of the high posts along the fence that stretched around Jackson. The wood had been icy, slippery. There had been a railing. But when his heart had failed and he had collapsed to the ground, slipping over it like an ice rink, it hadn't been able to stop his body from falling.

There was nothing that could have been done. He had been old, older than most. Even with modern medicine, his condition would have caught up to him sooner or later.

Fate had decided on sooner.

Word hadn't reached Joel before he had left for patrol and so he had spent the day clearing Infected and checking the lookouts, unaware of the tragedy that had, for once, struck within the very borders of home. It wasn't until he came back in the early evening, that he noticed something was off.

There were no children bustling around on the playground, no adults studying the notice boards to see which movie was on tonight or who offered guitar lessons. Curtains were drawn shut. It was quiet.

The somber look on Tommy's face, who was waiting for Joel at the stables, was enough to send him into a panic.

Where is she? Where is she? Where is she?

Tommy must have seen it coming because he had already raised his hands, as if surrendering to his brother, ”They're both fine.” Joel nodded solemnly as Tommy explained, repeating the events of the day in a few words.

He could live with that. As long as it wasn 't Ellie. Or you. Never you.

Ellie had spent the day with you, trying to look after you, doing the best she could. She was waiting in the large armchair in the living room, as close to the front door as she physically could.

Joel practically barges in, his gaze quickly checking the adjacent rooms. When he sees Ellie, he immediately relaxes a bit, knowing that at least someone has been here. Someone who kept watch.

“How is she?” He asks, disregarding any need for a greeting towards the teenager. She doesn't seem to mind, instead hopping up from the seat and walking with him, the pair quickly moving through the hallway.

“I gave her some food. I don't think she ate any of it. She wouldn't talk to me either. I'm sorry, Joel, I-'' He quickly shakes his head. He'll take care of Ellie, reassure her that she did a good job, which he undoubtedly knows she did. But Ellie is not the person in this house who needs him the most right now. Ellie is not the person who lost someone today.

“Later, okay?” Joel demands softly. His voice carries an underlying, stern tone that he rarely uses anymore. In other circumstances, Ellie would get mad at him, but she understands. He is in survival mode. He is making sure the people he loves are still there. He is scared.

Joel remembers your form that he had left behind this morning. Still in bed, sleepy, only reluctantly pressing a small kiss to his lips, the sweet promise of a few more minutes of sleep too tempting to ignore. He remembers the night before, the bubbly, talkative personality you usually have, that is a just little too much for him sometimes.

Your world had changed in just a few hours, a few minutes. And he hadn't been here.

Why had he not been here?

“Are you okay?” Ellie asks hesitantly and only then Joel realizes that he's stopped in the middle of the hallway. He continues his steps.

“Why wouldn't I be?” Ellie gives a shrug next to him but Joel barely notices, still too caught up in his thoughts.

He needs to see you. See that you are fine, just like Tommy had promised. Not truly fine, maybe, but alive. Breathing.

As they reach the old, wooden staircase, Ellie stops, taking in Joels gaze, that to her, still seems miles away, ”She wouldn't leave the bed. I barely recognized her.”

Joel just nods, his worry growing with every word. His grip on the banister tightens slightly, knuckles turning white.

“Go see her,” Ellie whispers and gently nudges him.

“Right.” That finally gets Joel to move again, his voice a little higher than usual and trembling slightly. Ellie knows he is close to crying. She presses her fist into his back a little harder and he nods again before he hurries up the stairs two steps at a time.

It's not until he reaches the end of the landing, until he is two steps away from the bedroom door that he slows down. Once again, uncertainty takes over his body. What does he say? Do? He's not equipped to handle this, he's not good with emotions, much less sad ones.

He's not sure what happens. An instinct takes over, steering his body steadily towards the door and pulling his fingers towards the brass handle. Maybe it's some old, parental instinct from before the outbreak, that he still carries buried in the back of his mind. Either way, he sends a silent, thankful prayer that it's there, that it allows him to continue putting one foot in front of the other despite having no idea how to.

The wooden door creaks slightly as he pushes it open. It's a familiar sound, more comforting than unnerving.

Joel is greeted by cold and darkness. He shivers as he steps into the room:'' Jesus Christ.” He mutters under his breath. He doesn't have to wait until his eyes adjust to the light. He can find his way in the darkness. 

He quickly turns the radiator higher, another familiar noise flaring up. Familiar is good. Familiar is safe.

He doesn't want to turn on the big light but he finds the switch for the small lamp in the corner and finally, he can take in the scene before him. His gaze is immediately caught by the bed in the middle of the room.

Whenever he goes out on patrol and you get the bed to yourself, you make use of his absence by occupying the entire bed, sprawling yourself out in the middle of the worn-out mattress. More than once, he had to physically fight you if he wanted his side of the bed back.

Now, however, you aren't in your usual position. You are curled up, tucked into the far corner of the bed, blankets and pillows wrapped around what Joel can only assume to be your body, some of them resting against the headboard.

It almost looks like you are trying to protect yourself, shield yourself from the grief that is knocking on the door downstairs, that is coming the same way he just has, slipping into the dark, cold room. A nest, to fend off the grief. Joel knows it wont work. He has tried.

A few of your limbs poke out from holes in the fortress of pillows and blankets and Joel softens slightly as his gaze wanders over them. He suddenly wants to run again, but he is afraid it'll startle you so instead, he approaches slowly, softly, like one may approach a wounded animal.

The bed dips slightly beside you as he sits down, his strong arms immediately wandering under the covers, searching for you. He finds the fabric of a shirt first, and then there's skin. Soft, gentle skin and he wants to cry with the familiarity of it. Looking down, he isn't surprised to see the shirt he had discarded last night, his favorite green flannel, now wrapped around your trembling body.

The thoughts come back. A small body, wrapped in a flannel shirt. He has seen it often enough to fill several lifetimes. He doesn't mind it anymore.

He knows it's a lie. He does mind it.

They had wrapped Sarah in flannel.

He can still see her. Still see the shirt, stained with blood. There had been so much blood.

Joel thinks about his daughter, his everything, his whole world, taken from him, wrapped in a shirt and buried in a backyard under a tree somewhere in Texas.

Joel knows he can't have these thoughts right now. He takes a deep breath, filling his lungs until they feel like they're bursting. He pushes the thoughts away. Later.

His right arm finds your hair and you finally make a noise, whimpering softly at finally, finally having him here with you.

The blanket is gently pulled to the side, allowing Joel to see your face. Your hair is messy, your cheeks tear-streaked, eyes red and puffy from crying. You look like you have just been through hell.

Joel reminds himself you probably have.

His insides clench as he pushes down his own tears. And then you open your mouth.

“It was supposed to be my shift.”

That's all it takes. He hates himself because he's supposed to be there for you, he's supposed to be strong. But the fear is stronger, the knowledge that he could've lost you today gripping him again and not letting him breathe.

He leans forward in an attempt to hide his tears, his face, his own sorrow and you break too, shamelessly sobbing into his chest. You stay entangled like this, bodies pressed tightly together, you crying loudly and him crying silently. It feels like a long time. Your voice becomes hoarse but the sobs wont stop. You're not sure they ever will.

Joel moves, eventually, kneeling down on the floor so that his face is level with yours and he can study your face. His hands remain on your skin, not once breaking contact. He rubs small circles into your skin, caressing every part of you he can reach. 

Nothing can touch you as long as he does.

“Gonna help you a bit. That alright, darlin'?” He mumbles softly. Your answer comes automatically, the same one you've given Ellie throughout the day, ''I'm not hungry.”

“I know you ain't,” Joel mumbles. He lets it slide:” But we should clean you up. Just a bit.” He promises as he leans forward and kisses your cheek. You don't struggle as he picks you up more carefully than ever, hoisting you onto his hips and wrapping his arms around your legs to keep you upright against his chest. It's almost like being carried by a father.

Joel takes you into the bathroom, sitting you down on the counter. There is a bald patch on the wall where a mirror used to be until he gave it to Ellie. He always gives.

Patiently, he waits until the water is lukewarm and then begins wiping your face with a washcloth. You probably smell but you can't bring yourself to care and neither does Joel.

He moves on to your hair, untying the knot that once resembled some sort of hairstyle and brushing through it with his fingers for a moment before tying it back again. His movements are so gentle, so smooth. You watch as he grabs your toothbrush, gently wetting it and putting some toothpaste on, his left hand all the while remaining on your thigh.

Joel gently nudges the toothbrush against your mouth and you dutifully open up, allowing him to start brushing your teeth, still as gentle as he can.

He can feel the sadness again, threatening to overwhelm him. He brushes in small circles.

The last time he had done this was with Sarah. She was eight. She had been sick then, caught a stomach bug at soccer camp and thrown up for days. Joel had dragged his mattress to her room, sleeping beside her.

He moves on to the other side of your mouth. More circles.

Sarah had vomited on him, in the middle of the night, staining both the carpet and his pants. He hadn't batted an eye, just stripped the beds and taken her to the bathroom to clean her up. All he had needed was for her to feel better. And if him enduring it would lessen her suffering, he would have chosen it time and time again.

He doesn't say this. He thinks he may, some day. But not anytime soon.

Circles. Joel brushes in circles.

When he's done, he holds a cup to your lips and you lean sideward, spitting into the sink. He is still caressing your thigh, a constant, reassuring touch. He brings his other hand up to your face, using his thumb to wipe the last bit of toothpaste off the corner of your mouth.

“Let's get back to bed, hm?” You don't trust your voice again yet so you just nod and sniffle a bit. As he picks you up again, you feel another wave, a nauseous wave of grief coming down on you. You think he feels it too because he grips you a little tighter. You start crying again.

You return to the mess of pillows and blankets that still cover half the bed. But now he is there with you. His too large frame under the covers next to you, watching with sad, brown eyes as you curl up against him. He pats your hair, leans down and gently presses a kiss to your forehead. It has been ages.

The small streak of light that falls through a hole in the blankets reflects in his broken watch for a split moment. He looks down at it, the motion so familiar still. And he knows. He knows how you feel.

“Get some rest, babygirl,” he whispers. He'll do right by you. He won't let you go through the things he did. You close your eyes, taking in his smell, his warmth. It feels different now.

It could've been her. It could've been her. Thank god it wasn't her.

You're still in his arms, you're still here, still breathing, chest falling and rising in a semi-steady rhythm. He makes the choice in that moment. Or, he realizes it. He feels like he has made it a long time ago.

He will endure it. He will endure everything if it just takes away a little of your grief, of your pain.

He doesn't need to say it. It's an unspoken truth.

Joel Miller will be there.

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THE BLOOD CROWN (21)

[Aemond Targaryen x Original Female Character ! I fem!reader]

[Dark Romance / Enemies to Lovers / Revenge]

Content for adults. 18+

[warnings: smut, sex content, dark romance, angst, fights, domination, murder]

[description: Aemond Targaryen meets his niece under a different name and falls in love with her without knowing that she is supposed to be his enemy.]

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Aegon was secretly transported to the Red Keep. 

While Aemond flew back on Vhagar, Aegon had been brought back in a litter. Sunfrye had been left at the battlefield, too badly injured to fly.

Although there had never been much sympathy between the two brothers, it had broken Aemond's heart to see his brother in this state. Severely injured, burned almost every part of his body, more dead than alive. Rhaenys and her dragon had hit them hard. Aemond expected it to be an easy fight. That Rhaenys didn't stand a chance against Sunfrye and Vhagar, but she did. Even though Aemond was ashamed, he believed that if he had only been alone in this fight, he might have lost it.

But they had won. Rhaenys and her dragon Meleys were dead.

Nevertheless, the price for it had been too high. Although it was a win, it was also a loss. Aegon and his dragon were badly wounded, and no maester could tell if he would survive the night.

His mother had burst into tears when she saw Aegon's condition and Aemond had embraced her in his arms. She had clung to him and wept bitterly.

"It's my fault, this is my fault," she said to herself and Aemond shook his head.

"No, this is Rhaenyra's doing."

Alicent didn't answer him. She looked for his wounds but was happy that he wasn't injured at all. Then she left for Aegon. Nobody except her and Otto were allowed to visit him.

Aemond realized that he had almost lost his brother today.

Suddenly he felt a fear he never thought possible, the fear of loss, and he realized that he loved his brother. He didn't like him, but he loved him. Aegon had always been someone he was ashamed of, but today he had fought like a true Targaryen.

"My prince..."

Aemond turned around. Ser Arryk Cargyll stood behind him and bowed.

"Do you have any news for me?"

Ser Arryk shook his head. Disappointment spread through Aemond.

"The girl has not been seen anywhere. Nobody knows about her and every girl that was shown to us based on the description was ultimately just an attempt to get the promised gold."

Aemond nodded, his hand clenching into a fist.

He had almost expected it, but the hope within him had not been conquered.

Aemond took an empty cup and poured himself some wine. He had to grin briefly when he thought about how he was becoming more and more like Aegon every day. He stood at the window and looked out at the sea. His room was one of the few rooms that had a direct view of the sea. It was far away and seemed small.

His search for Rose was unsuccessful. He had assigned Ser Arryk, one of his best men, and although it was unusual to use a man of his abilities to search for a girl, he had not wanted to choose anyone else to do it. If Ser Arryk couldn't bring Rose back to him, no one would.

The only question he had was whether Rose didn't want to be found. Ser Arryk knew the most secret places, but Rose had not been seen anywhere. He wondered if she had left on some ship, already far away with no chance of ever finding her. But when he won this war, he would fly with Vhagar over the lands and search every spot for her. She wouldn't escape him.

He would find her and he would lock her in his room and never let her leave. And if she lived there her whole life.

"Your brother is said to be on Dragonstone," he began, and out of the corner of his eye he saw Ser Arryk stiffen.

"That's true, my prince." He sounded ashamed.

"Why didn't you choose Rhaenyra?"

It was a legitimate question. Aemond wondered what he would have done. Would he have chosen honor or his family?

"I am a member of the Kingsguard. My place is here, with my King."

Aemond snorted at his answer and took another sip.

There was a knock on the door and he allowed entry. Ser Criston Cole looked at Ser Arryk in surprise, but asked no questions.

"Are you here to tell me about my brother's death?"

Aemond wondered what it would feel like to lose his brother. A brother he never cared for, a brother who got everything he wanted and didn't appreciate any of it. Would his loss affect him? Would he get over it quickly or would it take a part of himself away from him?

"The King is badly injured, his pain unbearable, but he is sleeping at the moment. The maesters have given him 'Milk of Poppy'."

Milk of Poppy. Aemond was against this little miracle cure. At first it sounded like a gift from the gods, a powerful liquid medicine, consumed orally, that was used as both a painkiller and an anesthesia, but just as it promised to ease your own torment, it clouded your mind and made you weak. But Aemond suspected that was the least of Aegon's problems at the moment.

"I would like to make a suggestion, my prince."

Aemond raised his eyebrow and nodded at Ser Criston.

"This battle definitely brought us a victory, but it also brought a defeat. This war is a crime, and there is a way to end it quickly."

Ser Criston looked at Arryk. Both men looked at him intently. "I therefore suggest that Ser Arryk travel to Dragonstone and pose as his brother Ser Erryk to kill Rhaenyra Targaryen."

Aemond watched as Ser Arryk's eyes widened. He watched the Kingsguard knight, who was clearly stunned by the suggestion, but Aemond was surprised by the ingenuity. He wondered why they hadn't thought of this plan sooner. Ser Erryk and Ser Arryk were identical twin brothers. No one would suspect him and mistake him for Ser Erryk. He would be able to get to Rhaenyra without any problem and end a war with one stroke of his sword.

Aemond ignored Ser Arryk's glance and nodded. The man had sworn his loyalty to Aegon. Then he should also prove that his words were not empty.

"Prepare the journey," Aemond said to Ser Criston, who bowed his head in satisfaction. Then he looked at Ser Arryk.

"Bring me the head of Rhaenyra Targaryen, Ser Arryk."

. . . . .

When the door opened, Rose didn't turn around. She had been staring at the sea since early in the morning, which looked like a small pond from her room, her prison. She didn't long for the sea, in fact she hated it, and yet she would rather be there than here. She would rather be anywhere than here. Her shoulders still hurt and especially the fight with her attackers had aggravated the wound but fortunately for her it had not opened up again. As Alys had said, it was only a flesh wound that had become infected.

"Good morning, Rose," she heard a familiar voice. This time she turned around.

Lucerys stood with a plate with two pieces of cake in his hand and smiled timidly at her.

"Hungry?" he asked, pointing to the plate. Although she wasn't hungry, she nodded with a smile and Lucerys went to the small table by her window.

"Don't worry, that piece isn't for you," he said, pointing to the lemon cake. Rose raised her eyebrow in surprise. He remembered that she was allergic to lemons? He sat down next to her and pushed the plate towards her.

"I heard where Daemon found you," he began without wasting any time. "But why were you there, so far from the castle?"

That was a question she would like to have answered herself. The memory of that night sent a cold shiver down her spine. She remembered their touches, the feeling of vulnerability and the fear of not being able to live to see tomorrow. She remembered Aemond's words and how much they had broken her heart. She wished she could forget him, that she could just erase the pain his words had left her with, but no matter how hurt she was, her heart yearned for him.

She loved him.

It was a terrible realization, but it was the truth. Aemond had her heart.

She knew they weren't perfect, but she had never felt what she felt for Aemond with anyone before.

"I don't know," Rose replied, taking the other piece of the cake. The fork gently cut through the creamy consistency.

"Was it Aemond?"

She looked into Lucery's serious eyes. While it was a fair question, it infuriated her that he would immediately assume that it was the prince who had done this to her, knowing that Lucerys had every reason to suspect Aemond.

"For you, he's always the bad one, isn't he?" she asked bitterly. Her anger at Aemond transferred to Lucerys, as if he were finally a source on which she could vent her anger.

Lucerys looked at her in surprise. Anger came into his eyes.

"Because he's always the bad one. It is his fault. He is the one who choose violence."

"Is it also his fault that you took away his eye?"

"He wanted to kill my brother," Lucery's voice rose and he jumped up. Rose looked at him in surprise and jumped slightly, but contrary to her expectations, Lucerys did not come closer to her, but backed away. "He stood over Jacaerys with a stone, ready to strike him down with it. 'You will die screaming in flames like your father did, bastard'  those were his words."

Rose looked at Lucerys in shock. "He said that?"

Lucerys snorted derisively. "I guess your beloved Aemond didn't tell you that, did he?"

No, he actually didn't. She had thought that Lucerys had hurt his uncle by taking control of Vhagar. A fight that had turned into the loss of his eye. She suddenly felt ashamed that she had only believed one side. She wasn't there at the argument and yet she took sides. She felt like a idiot.

Only then did Rose notice Lucerys' red eyes. He had cried. She stood up and went towards Lucerys, but he backed away.

"What happened?"

"He killed my grandmother Rhaenys."

It was like someone was hitting her on the head with a hammer to wake her up. Rose's eyes widened and watched as the first tear rolled down Lucery's cheek. She saw the pain in his eyes, the desperation and before she knew what she was doing, she moved towards him again and wrapped her arms around his torso before he could back away, and hugged him. Lucerys stiffened, but she didn't let it deter her. She hugged him as tightly as she could and pressed her head into his shoulder. She felt awful. She felt like the worst human being.

"I'm sorry," she sobbed, feeling tears welling up in her eyes. She had no words of comfort for him, she didn't know what to say except that she was sorry. She didn't even know if Lucerys wanted this hug or if she was overstepping his boundaries. For a moment she felt like she was doing it and wanted to let go, before she felt him return her hug and press himself against her. He buried his face in her shoulder and then felt his body tremble.

Suddenly all restraint seemed to leave him, and so it was that they stood there in that desolate room, with Lucerys Velaryon weeping in her arms.

. . . . .

As Lucerys left Rose's room he felt ashamed that he had cried like a little boy in her arms, but on the other hand, for the first time he felt as if someone had lifted a heavy burden from him and brought him back home.

The connection he felt with Rose was inexplicable to him. Since their first meeting, the girl who reminded him so much of his little sister had  a strange influence on him that he neither understood nor could explain. Maybe it was her similarity to Aemma, but he also felt like Rose was the only one who understood him.

"Why were you in her room?," he heard Jacaerys ask and saw his brother leaning against the wall, looking at him suspiciously. "Why didn't the guards stop you?"

"Why should they?" asked Lucerys irritated. "Am I suddenly the enemy?"

"I don't mean it like that, you know that."

"I have no idea," said Lucerys. "I wanted to speak to her and they let me in."

"Why did you want to talk to her?"

He understood that Jacaerys was suspicious. He also understood that his distrust wasn't directed at him, but at Rose, but for some reason, it made him angry that he was judging Rose without knowing her.

"Do I owe you an answer now?"

Jacaerys looked at him in surprise. He knew what his brother was thinking.

"She changed you," he stated, but Lucerys shook her head.

"It wasn't her who changed me, it was the Greens."

"She's one of them."

"Maybe not."

"She's sleeping with Aemond," Jacaerys objected, stepping closer. "She's his lover and didn't help you when you were trapped in the Red Keep, did she?"

"She tried to save me."

"But she didn't free you, right?"

No, she didn't. But Lucerys hadn't asked her to sacrifice her own life for him. He probably wouldn't have done it either. Just because they had sympathy for each other didn't mean she had to put his life before her own. Rose had had no reason for it. The Greens didn't hurt her, right? Dyana, on the other hand, had told him about what terrible things Aegon had done to her and that she prayed that Rhaenyra would take the Iron Throne and Aegon would lose his head.

"That's not important," Lucerys said and Jacareys snorted dismissively.

"I guess it really isn't anymore."

Lucerys looked at his brother irritated. "What do you mean?"

"That's not important," Jacaerys repeated his words with complete arrogance and before Lucerys knew what he was doing, he stepped forward and grabbed his brother by his shoulders and shook him.

"Tell me now, Jace," Lucerys shouted in anger and his brother looked at him in shock. His mouth hung open, stunned by his brother's sudden outburst of anger, who was usually so calm.

But Lucerys had changed. He was no longer the scared child.

"Daemon suggested her execution."

Lucerys felt the ground being ripped out from under him. He opened his eyes and suddenly felt unbearable fear. His breathing quickened and he clawed at Jacaery's shoulders.

"Luke?" he asked hesitantly, but Lucerys just shook his head and let go of his brother. He stumbled backwards and turned around without another word. He would have to talk to his mother. She wasn't allowed to execute Rose. That couldn't happen. They weren't murderers. They didn't kill innocent people.

Rose was innocent.

Rose was good.

She was the only one who understood him.

She wasn't allowed to die.

He couldn't allow that. She didn't deserve that.

Maybe she was Aemma. 

Maybe she was not.

But that wasn't important.

She didn't deserve to die.

She was innocent.

. . . . .

It was the middle of the night when her door was thrown open and she was woken from her sleep. At first Rose thought for a moment that she was back in the Red Keep, in Aemond's bed, in his strong arms closing around her body like a wall, pressing her against his hard body, but reality quickly caught up with her again.

Then she thought they were coming to get her.

She saw a figure approaching her, momentarily afraid of what the intruder was planning to do, before she recognized the curly hair and brown eyes.

"Prince Lucerys?" she breathed, irritated.

"We must go," said Lucerys, throwing her a cloak. Rose looked at the garment. "You have to go."

"What?"

"Come on Rose, we don't have time," he urged.

"Why don't we have time?" She didn't understand. Lucerys grabbed her wrist and pulled her off the bed. She was unsteady on her feet. She looked at the door, but no one was there. They were alone.

"Where are the guards?"

"I told them that my mother wants to see them."

She heard that he had lied. Something felt wrong. He pulled on her wrist and tried to get her to follow him, but she couldn't. She wanted to know what was going on. What happened here?

"Lucerys," she said and he looked at her. She saw fear in his eyes. Why was he afraid?

"Tell me the truth."

He seemed to be considering whether he should tell her the truth.

"They want to execute you."

Rose hadn't expected that. She had known that she was not a welcome guest here, that she was being held prisoner, but she had not expected an execution.

For what? 

"What?" her voice trembled. "But I didn't do anything wrong."

Lucerys nodded. "I know, that's why I'm taking you away."

"Did your mother order it?"

Lucerys shook his head. "She's considering it. She hasn't passed judgment yet, but I won't wait for her to do it."

"But why?"

Lucerys looked at her and she immediately knew what he wanted to say. Aemond. Aemond was the reason. Her connection had brought her here and her connection might cost her her life. She had always known that her relationship with Aemond was dangerous, most clearly with the incident with Daemon, but she had not expected to be here today.

She expected to die on the cliff.

Caraxe's fire had burned on her skin, but it hadn't hit her. Instead, the men who had hunted her had been burned mercilessly. She hadn't felt any pity. They wanted to torture and kill her, but when Daemon had grabbed her and taken her to Caraxes, she had wondered if it would have been better to die on that cliff.

"Come, Rose, please," Lucerys pleaded and this time Rose let him pull her along. She had no idea where they were running, but she followed him without asking questions. They ran through the castle and when Lucerys stopped in shock and she slammed into his back, she looked at him irritated.

"Shit," Lucerys cursed, pushing her back. "The boats are guarded."

Rose looked desperately at the boats and Lucerys was right. Several guards stood there, watching intently over the sea, expecting the enemy at any second.

"And now?" Rose realized with concern that Lucery's plan had been to take her to safety in one of the boats? Didn't he know they had been guarded?

"Lucerys!"

"I have to think," Lucerys defended feverishly and for a moment Rose thought he was going to take her back to her room, mission failed, before he looked at her. She saw a thousand thoughts in his eyes as he frantically searched for an answer before he grabbed her again and pulled her closer.

"Do you trust me?"

"What?"

Rose was puzzled by the question.

"Do you trust me?" Lucerys asked more emphatically and he looked her seriously in the eyes. He stared at her intently. Rose thought for a moment before nodding. Yes, she trusted him. She didn't know why she did and why she felt like she could, there was no explanation. She just did.

Lucerys breathed a sigh of relief and pulled her along again. They ran to a cave. He pulled her a little away, still under the open sky, and when she saw a dragon looking at her curiously, she stopped in shock. She knew immediately what Lucerys wanted from her. She shook her head anxiously and looked at him.

"No," she said, continuing to shake her head. "I can't do that."

"It's the only way, Rose."

"I can't ride a dragon," Rose argued. "I doubt I'll even get that far."

She looked at the dragon. He still looked young, but his size was impressive. It had light blue scales that almost glittered in the moonlight and when she looked into its eyes she felt like she could sink into them, but no matter how beautiful she thought it was, it was still a dragon. He would kill her.

"Who owns the dragon?" she asked. "He will never accept me."

Simply climbing a dragon was suicidal. She had heard the stories of the poor souls who had tried and given their lives for it.

"He belongs to my sister Aemma."

Aemma Velaryon...

Lucerys had told her about his sister. The princess who had disappeared without a trace and who he had missed every day since. He wanted her to fly Aemma's Dragon? She knew that the Targaryens had a strong and special connection to their Dragons. A connection that only death could break. Offering her the Dragon of Aemma didn't have to be easy.

But she couldn't. That was impossible.

"I don't know, I can't, please don't make me do it."

"Please try, Rose," Lucerys pleaded. "I wouldn't ask you to do it if I didn't would think it could work. You're so similar to my little sister, it's almost torture, so similar. Her dragon will feel it too. Please, try. I can't let you die."

His words touched her and Rose's lip trembled. She saw the desperation in his eyes, the same desperation she felt in her heart. She looked at the dragon, who was looking at her curiously. It was the most beautiful dragon she had ever seen. Although she felt fear, she felt a ... connection ? Probably just wishful thinking, but Lucerys was right. If she didn't dare, she would probably die here.

So she gathered her courage, let go of his hand and approached the dragon. She approached him with careful steps.

"His name is Marax," she heard Lucerys whisper behind her, and she nodded gratefully.

"Hello Marax," she greeted the dragon softly, who tilted his head slightly. He watched every movement and when he suddenly made a frantic movement, Rose stopped in shock. Frightened, she watched as the dragon poked its head towards her, and its large head was so imposing that she felt as if it could devour her in just one bite.

"Princess Rhaenys said Marax is unusually large and fierce for his age," Lucerys explained behind her and Rose looked at him out of the corner of her eye, not particularly grateful for the information. Couldn't he shut up? "Put your hand on his nose."

Nose? Where the hell is his nose? His entire head basically consisted of a nose.

"Rose!"

"Shut up, Lucerys," she hissed. She didn't care about her position at the moment. She was busy trying not to die. But she did as Lucerys told her and she held out her hand. Marax watched her move and for a moment she thought the dragon was about to bite her hand off before it reached its head towards her and she touched its blue scales with her hand. A tingling sensation ran through her body and she didn't know what it was, but something special happened at that moment. She suddenly felt love for this monstrous creature in front of her, who she had been afraid of just a few moments ago. It felt like he belonged to her and she belonged to him. The Dragon's eyes were on her and she had a feeling he felt the same.

"He accepts you," Lucerys said behind her, but his voice sounded so distant. At that moment it was just her and Marax.

"Hello, Marax. I'm Rose," she whispered and she heard a satisfied hum. At least she hoped it symbolized contentment. But for some reason she felt that the dragon trusted her.

"You have to go now, Rose," Lucerys urged and Rose nodded. "Please don't let me fall off," she begged the Dragon and with one last look into Marax's eyes, Rose went to the saddle on the Dragon's back and looked at Lucerys, who was standing a few steps away.

"You can do it," he reassured her, or at least he tried to, but Rose suddenly wasn't afraid anymore. She trusted Marax. It was a different feeling than with Vhagar. Vhagar was Aemond's Dragon, probably twice the size, and she had felt no connection to her. But Marax was different. With him she felt like she had always known him.

She climbed onto the dragon as she sat in the saddle, she looked questioningly at Lucerys.

"Say 'Sōvegon'. That means he shall fly. He will take you to a safe place."

Rose nodded and looked at Marax, who seemed to be waiting for her command.

"Sōvegon, Marax," she ordered, and for a moment she feared he wouldn't listen to her, would refuse, would disabuse her of their imaginary connection, but then Marax began to move and her eyes widened. She looked at Lucerys, who took a step back to avoid getting close to Marax's wings, which spread wide.

"I won't forget you, Lucerys," Rose promised, and the prince nodded. She saw his eyes shimmer. He smiled, but it seemed like a sad, pained smile. But before she could say anything, Marax took off and she found herself in the air with the Dragon. Rose clung to the seat and her eyes grew larger and larger as Marax flew further up. She watched as everything beneath her became small and she had to force herself not to squint. The air was getting colder and she could feel her fear of heights paralyzing her, but Marax didn't need her. He flew towards the sea and Rose trusted that he would take her away from here to safety.

Despite her fear, it felt strangely beautiful to fly on Marax, all alone without Aemond to protect her, and for the first time Rose felt like she was free.

She smiled and took a deep breath, happy for the moment. She wondered where Marax would take her ? She had no idea how to give orders to a dragon. She did not even know where she was going. She had no idea if she wanted to return to Aemond. He did not want her. Why should she return? Marax had arrived with her over the sea, and just when she felt she was safe, she saw out of the corner of her eye an abnormally large arrow coming towards her and she watched in disbelief as the arrow hit a wing of Marax, who was screaming and lost his balance.The impact was huge and she would have almost been thrown out of the saddle if she hadn't held on at the last second.

"No," she screamed, but it was too late. She saw blood spraying through the air and stared at the hole in the dragon's wing. Marax had been hit and at a rapid pace, Marax was losing altitude. Before she could do anything, she and Marax fell into the cold sea below them and Rose felt the impact knock her unconscious in seconds. The sea was making big waves when they landed and she felt the cold take all her breath away.

So this was how she was going to die?

Her last thought was of Aemond grabbing her, pulling her tenderly and pressing his lips to hers.

At least she tried.

Then everything became dark.

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Long Journey - Chapter 6: Storm and Secrets

Life hurts a lot, that's just how it is. At least that is what Destiny thought, living a life where living hurts more than dying. But one day everything changes when an unexpected guest appears. What does this long journey hide behind? Will it be worth it to be alive again?

"Sailors tell stories, Pirates make legends!"

ateez pirate au, fluff, angst, smut

??? x named reader

word count: 1.2k

warnings: violence, fighting, guns and weaponry, blood injuries, trauma, smut, sa, pa, abuse specific to this chapter: depression, trauma, swords

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The sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows over the deck of the Treasure. Destiny stood at the ship's railing, her mind racing with San's admission echoing in her ears. Pirates. She was aboard a pirate ship. The reality of her situation struck her like a wave crashing against the hull, leaving her breathless.

San approached her cautiously. "Destiny, are you alright?"

She turned to him, eyes blazing. "You lied to me. All of you lied to me."

San sighed, running a hand through his hair. "We did it to protect you. If anyone found out what we really are, you'd be in even more danger."

"More danger than running from the Royal Navy?" she shot back.

He had no answer for that. The tension between them was palpable, a storm brewing just beneath the surface.

Captain Hongjoong, the enigmatic leader of the crew, strode over. "Destiny, I understand this is a lot to take in. But know this: we are not the monsters the world makes us out to be."

"Then what are you?" she demanded. "Thieves? Murderers?"

"We are survivors," Hongjoong said quietly. "And now, so are you."

Destiny's anger simmered. She knew she had no choice but to stay with them, at least for now. She had nowhere else to go. But she was determined to uncover the truth about these men and their motives.

Hongjoong studied her for a moment, then nodded. "Seonghwa, take her to the quarters. She needs rest."

As Seonghwa led her away, Destiny glanced back at Hongjoong, suspicion growing in her heart. She would find out the truth, no matter the cost.

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In her cabin, Destiny threw herself onto the small cot, tears streaming down her face. The weight of her father's death, the loss of her maid, and the revelation about the crew pressed heavily on her. She felt utterly alone.

A soft knock on the door interrupted her thoughts. Before she could respond, the door creaked open and Jongho stepped inside. His tall frame filled the doorway, but he wore a gentle smile.

"Hey," he said, closing the door behind him. "Thought I'd check on you."

Destiny wiped her eyes quickly and sat up. "Jongho. I haven't seen you since... since the accident. I'm glad you're alright."

He grinned, showing off his teeth. "Thanks to you. I'm much tougher than you think, you know."

She managed a small smile. "I don't doubt that."

He sat down on the edge of her cot, studying her with a mixture of concern and amusement. "So, how are you holding up?"

Destiny shrugged. "I've had better days. It's a lot to process."

"I bet," Jongho said, nodding. "But, you know, we're not all bad. We're just trying to survive, like everyone else."

"Surviving by being pirates," she muttered.

Jongho chuckled. "Well, when you put it that way... But seriously, Destiny, give us a chance. We're heading to Port Royal next. Until then, you could stay with us, help out a bit. Be our healer."

"Healer?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah. You saved my life, remember? You have a knack for it. Plus, it'll give you something to do other than brood in here."

Destiny couldn't help but smile at his bluntness. "I suppose I could use the practice."

"That's the spirit!" Jongho said, patting her on the shoulder. "Just hang in there until Port Royal. Who knows, you might even start to like us."

She rolled her eyes but felt a flicker of warmth at his words. "Don't push your luck."

Jongho stood up, a playful glint in his eye. "Wouldn't dream of it. Get some rest. We have a long journey ahead."

As he left, Destiny felt a small measure of comfort. Jongho's visit had been a welcome distraction, and his suggestion made sense. She could keep busy, help the crew, and then she can leave when they arrive at Port Royal.

-

The next morning, Destiny was awakened by a knock on her cabin door. Seonghwa stood outside, his expression serious but kind.

"Captain Hongjoong wants to see you," he said.

Destiny nodded, following him to the captain's quarters. Her heart pounded in her chest, uncertain of what to expect.

Hongjoong was seated behind a large wooden desk, maps and charts spread out before him. He looked up as they entered, a warm smile crossing his face.

"Good morning, Destiny," he greeted. "Please, have a seat."

She sat down, glancing nervously at Seonghwa, who stood by the door.

"I heard you accepted the offer to be our healer for now," Hongjoong began. "And I wanted to personally thank you for that. It's not an easy task, but it's an important one."

He stood and walked over to a small door at the side of his cabin. "I've arranged a special cabin for you, equipped with everything you'll need for healing. Follow me."

Destiny followed him, curiosity piqued. He led her to a small, well-lit cabin filled with herbs, bandages, and various medical instruments. A sturdy table sat in the center, ready for use.

"This is wonderful," she said, genuinely impressed.

Hongjoong nodded. "I hope it helps. But there's something else we need to discuss. We're heading to Port Royal, the city of pirates. It's a dangerous place, filled with pirates who are not as... accommodating as we are."

Destiny felt a shiver run down her spine. "Why are we going there?"

Hongjoong's expression turned serious. "We have business there. But know this: it's a place where you'll need to be on your guard at all times. If you don't want to die, you'll need to learn to defend yourself."

He glanced at Seonghwa. "Seonghwa here is an excellent swordsman. He'll teach you how to use a sword first."

Seonghwa stepped forward, offering a reassuring smile. "We'll start with the basics and work our way up. You'll be able to defend yourself in no time."

Destiny took a deep breath, feeling the weight of her new reality settle in. "Alright. I'm ready to learn."

Hongjoong placed a hand on her shoulder. "Remember, Destiny, we are a crew. We look out for each other. And I promise you, as long as you're with us, we'll do everything we can to keep you safe."

Destiny nodded, a small spark of determination igniting within her. She still had her doubts, but for now, she would trust them. She would learn their ways, become stronger, and perhaps find her own path in this dangerous new world.

That afternoon, Seonghwa began her training. He handed her a sword, its weight unfamiliar in her hands. "First lesson," he said, "always keep your guard up."

Hours passed as Seonghwa patiently taught her the basics of sword fighting. Destiny struggled at first, her movements clumsy and uncoordinated. But Seonghwa's calm instruction and encouragement helped her improve, little by little.

As the sun set and the training session ended, Destiny wiped the sweat from her brow, exhaustion tugging at her muscles. "This is harder than I thought," she admitted.

Seonghwa chuckled. "It gets easier with practice. You're doing well for a beginner."

"Thanks," she said, feeling a small sense of accomplishment. "I just hope I can learn fast enough."

"You will," Seonghwa assured her. "And remember, we're here to help."

As she returned to her cabin, Destiny couldn't shake the feeling that the crew was hiding something from her. Their mysterious business in Port Royal, their insistence on teaching her to fight—it all seemed too coincidental. She resolved to keep her eyes and ears open, to uncover whatever secrets they were keeping.

For now, she would bide her time, learn their ways, and perhaps find her own path to understanding and acceptance. The adventure was just beginning, and Destiny was determined to see it through to the end.

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omg i love runaway so far and im excited for the next part to come out!! can you do something angsty + fluffy ending in which lo’ak says something mean about his twin sister reader but lo’ak being himself he just brushes it off when the reader confronts him

Twins of a tail

Fem Sully Reader + Twin brother Lo'ak

Synopsis: Angst + Fluff. Lo'ak says some pretty heavy things in the heat of the moment. But You take it to heart. Time for a twin talk.

HI anon! thank you so much for liking Runaway. Im working like crazy trying to hit every plot point so im glad! I hope you like how i worked out your request :3

"Oh come on Lo'ak. Its just We dont know anything about the Tulkun. Who's to say he's not this great killer and you just survived out of luck?"

"no You aren't listening either!" He spoke. Hand now at his head as he just couldn't voice his frustration. Least of all yet. "you are suppose to be my twin. Have my back in this!"

"i am having your back on this! But Its just hard to believe"

"how is it hard to believe? Am i hard to believe for you?"

"Lo'ak that isn-"

"I Know that nobody else believes me. Neteyam only believes me once in a while. And i know Those three Even Tsireya wouldn't believe me. But you are my Twin. My sister. The maker to my trouble." He was more than frustrated. Livid? he couldn't tell. He just knew that something about this wasn't sitting right with him

you had changed. Things have Changed drastically since living here.

"And You aren't believing me when i tell you he is no killer"

"Lo'ak"

"I mean really! We move here and suddenly you're this prim and proper lady. You left me. I dont know why and i dont know how but you have changed more than i. And even here i cant seem to make things right. Cant seem to fit in and yet you take their side on this more than you believe myself"

"Lo'ak!"

"Just go back to the others. Ever since we moved here you haven't been more than a stranger"

That hurt more than anything. And you just stood there and watched as he headed off. You wanted to believe him. You Had to believe him. But what was there to really believe? You weren't there and you had to take the word of the People that knew of Payakan.

Lo'ak was hurt and you knew that. There were enough people that he felt like he disappointed. But right now you were hurt too. A stringing pain in your heart.

You knew that you had to talk to him. But you figured you needed to give him time. To think? to cool off? or maybe you were just scared. But you decided not to push it.

You haven't changed... you didn't change.

You just had to put on a role now that you didnt have one. Lo'ak should know. You did no Tsahik training. You had to learn things a new just like him.

You were on new ground. You were on different territory. And yet? did he expect no change at all? You were doing this all for your family. Sure you wanted to have fun. You wanted to get in trouble too. Wanted to be free and wanted to have it all back.

But things had to change. And it hurt more than any to have your brother. Your best friend since before your first breath, have to tell you that You were the problem.

"skxawng" is all you muttered. You were pissed. Probably beyond that. But you decided on heading home and maybe going to bed early.

just to cool your head.

Just to forget the stinging words of your Twin.

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Lo'ak Had come home a little after Eclipse. Didn't really have the thought of what he had said.

Being him he figured it would work itself out. Getting home seeing you and eating along side with your family. But he didnt expect you to already be asleep. Everyone still awake. Eating and talking. But you were off in the corner. Away from everyone.

"Why is Y/n Asleep? They not feeling well?"

"Y/n said she is quiet angry. Upset and frustrated. Ate earlier and headed to bed" Neytiri spoke. She didn't need an explanation. She knew her kids well. And knew when you were upset. It mostly had to do with something Lo'ak said or done. Tho she would admit. This is the first time she saw you two not stuck together at the tail like you would be.

Lo'ak sighed. Hoping. Praying that what he had said earlier was not the cause of it.

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By morning you had the time to think. You always found yourself awake before everyone else. And for today that was okay.

As you had tried to reason and understand why it hurt so much.

Yes Lo'ak was your Twin. Always clinging to each other's tails when ever the change. You swore since your first memory that The two of you would tangle your tails together. A bond so strong that would always be true to each other.

Perhaps thats why you were angry. Or upset? to be honest with yourself you never understood the difference. You just knew you had to talk with Lo'ak.

"Y/n!"

Speak of him.

You turned to look. Not at all happy with how he seemed so happy. "Lo'ak"

"oh come on you're still not upset about yesterday right?"

"Oh i dont know. How would you feel if i told you My twin that you were a complete stranger?"

"i....upset i know but"

"Listen to me Lo'ak and listen well because i dont want to have to repeat myself to you"

And he shup up right away.

" You are My Twin. But above all else you are my best friend. And i dont want to have to argue with you about this. But this isn't home. I haven't changed. You dont think i dont want to have fun too? But things are different and i have to listen to those around me instead of just you. Its not that i dont believe you. Its just If it were true. If what they say about Payakan is true you could have died too. And where would that leave us? Sky people are after us. And things are different here than home. And i cannot and will not let you push me aside and think i am different because you refuse to change too. If all else We are all we have. And i dont want you to push me to Stranger. When all we've ever been was each other's driving force. He may be your Spirit brother. But i am Your Twin sister. So dont you Dare say that i am any less than that. Got it?"

Lo'ak pondered. Paused and thinking long and hard. He hadn't meant to upset you the way he did. And he knew you were right. Knew that Things have changed. And he really didnt think.

How long had you been pushing down the urge to cause trouble? How long have you longed to feel the sky as he once did.

How long had you been pushing it all aside while he had cause trouble in this new found land.

He really didn't think.

"i am sorry Sister"

"i am your sister. And you are my brother. And i hate having to argue with you. But please. Dont ever say i am a stranger to you. Alright?"

He could see the faintest of red on your eyes. Had you been crying? He swore it now that he would do better to understand.

"i understand"

"now come on. Show me Payakan oh mighty warrior"

"shut up you skxawng!"

and it would all be okay. Attached at the tail as you always would be.

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If You Must

Based on this request: May I request another Aragorn and reader fic? Could it be a little angsty (cause you know I’m trash for it) where Aragorn and reader have been friends for years and when he joins the fellowship he says his goodbyes, not knowing if he’ll return. Later, she is in Gondor and sees him at the final battle but it isn’t until his coronation that he finds her in the crowd. Sappy reunion and all is happy again :) from @iwillbeinmynest

Here you are, Lady Kate! I am so sorry for taking so long!

Warnings: Angst, platonic!fluff, mentions of battle.

Pairings: Platonic!Aragorn x platonic!fem reader

You couldn't look at him. You knew Aragorn didn't stay put for long, but this was too much. You knew he wasn't going to come back soon, if he came back at all. And you hated it. Aragorn was your best friend, your confidante. You told each other everything, but he waited until the very last minute before he left to say anything to you.

          You threw your arms around him and squeezed tightly. "I suppose you must go. You take care of yourself, my friend. You better come back," you warned. Aragorn hugged you close as he chuckled lowly. "I shall do my best." As you watched him mount his horse, you hoped his words wouldn't end up being a lie.

          Months passed as you waited for word about your dearest friend. Week after week, nothing came. No news about anything except the movement from Mordor. The longer you went without seeing or hearing from Aragorn, the more anxious you became. You felt like a wife waiting for her husband to return from a long journey. It was ridiculous for you to be so worried about the man! And the more you worried, the more determined you became to save Aragorn if necessary.

*time skip*

          Your muscles ached from the battle, but you pressed on in search of your friend. You knew he was there. He had been in Gondor. You'd seen him and heard him. You'd heard the speech he had given to the people fighting against the armies of Mordor. You had seen him, but soon lost sight of him in the fray. Now you were fighting for your life and the lives of all of Middle Earth.

          You tried your best to stay focused on your enemy, though you were slowly beginning to lose heart the longer it took to spot Aragorn again. Where was he? He had already survived so much. Surely he wasn't dead now. When you heard the sound of an arrow whistling right by your ear, you knew it was time to focus on your own life.

          The battle raged on for what felt like forever. Your body felt ready to give up, sore right down to your bones. Blood, grime, dirt, and who knew what else covered your armor, helm, and face. You were exhausted and nearly devoid of hope yet Sauron's forces kept coming, uncaring of your plight. So you continued on and on as you ignored your breaking body's cries to stop. And then, just before your legs gave out, the world went still.

          You sank to your knees on the ground, breathing heavily. It was over. The world was going to be safe. At least for the time being. As you heart calmed down, you let your gaze wander across the battlefield. You caught a brief glimpse of your friend. You tried to call out to him. But your voice would not carry over the din of cheers. You supposed you would have to wait to see Aragorn for a bit longer.

          In fact, it wasn't until a while later, after Frodo had healed completely that you actually saw Aragorn again. It seemed as though a lifetime had passed when Aragorn was finally crowned King. You watched from the crowd as the crown was placed upon his head. Even from so far away, you could see his confidence, but also his fear. His eyes scanned the crowd before stopping on you.

          You fought back a smile as your dearest friend pushed through the crowd to make his way to you. You sank into a curtsy only to earn a scoff from the now king. "I have missed you, Mellon." You replied that you missed him as well before he pulled you into a hug.          

"Will you remain in Gondor?" he asked you when he pulled away. You arched a brow in question. "I shall need an advisor and I trust no one more than you." You glanced over his shoulder and smiled upon seeing who was behind him. "I see. Not even your future queen?" Aragorn turned in confusion. You could practically feel him light up when he saw her. "I will be your advisor, if I must. Now, go to her." You beamed as Aragorn ran to Arwen and pulled her into a kiss. You had never been more happy for him than that moment. He had come into his own as a friend, a lover, and a king. You were simply happy to be a part of it.

(a/n: I hope you like it!)

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