#like. okay. and as i went to turn away she kind of side eyed me and leaned in real close to work friend

[cetoddle]

ugh. i feel like im still in high school sometimes

[spicy30]

Modernness of 1400s 002

Pairing: HOTD x Fem!Modern!Reader

Extra: The reader is noted to be bilingual (Spanish speaking) and is familiar with the majority of Latin-based languages, No use of Y/N

cw: Misinformation, cannon-typical violence, drinking

Rating: 13+

Not proofread

WC: 5.4k

Walking down the long corridors of the Jacaerys watched you from the corner of his eye. His eyes wandered to your clothing and he felt his face heat up. It was quite revealing. Your top did not cover your arms and the sides of it well, it exposed even more skin. Your cleavage was visible from any angle. You wore what he assumed was some kind of bracelet, though there was a black square on it. Then on your fingers you were silver and gold rings. If you had access to this kind of jewelry despite being common born, then perhaps you were not. You also seemed to be unusually educated for a woman despite your manner of speaking. Along with that your neck sported two necklaces, one gold, another silver and your ears were decorated with what he assumed were pearl earrings. No one of common born status should be able to afford the jewelry you had. 

You turned your head to look at the young man who looked at you. You watched him turn away swifting avoid your eyes. You murmured an “okay” before jogging to the front of his mother.

As you went forward, your scent hit his nose and he found himself leaning forward every so slightly trying to inhale more. It was sweet, but not like the perfumes that were used. This smelled…he couldn’t describe but Jacaerys desperately wanted to smell it more. As he leaned forward he nearly tripped. He heard laughter beside him. Luke.

They both looked at each other before looking ahead at your backside. It was very pronounced with the trousers you wore. They were a gray color, tight around your thighs and bottom showing your figure, then loose towards the bottom. Both boys stared before looking back at each other. Luke grinned and pushed Jacaerys. He grinned back and pushed Luke. 

Standing next to the Princess she eyed you from the side of her eye. 

“Ehm, Princess? Where are we going?” You asked, walking next to her.

“To my father, see if you can heal him.” As she spoke you held your breath. It was clear they hadn’t yet discovered oral hygiene. 

“If I can’t?” You were afraid of the answer to come. You just wanted to go home and let your family know you were okay. The bottom line was, you needed to get home. The rest of your life was ahead of you and you would rather not spend it here. Especially if they didn’t have modern medicine. Sure you had romanticized the pretty dresses of medieval times but that didn’t mean you wanted to live here. Proper hygiene, modern medicine, the internet. You’d never survive without any of it. 

“You die.” Daemon spoke. Your eyes widened and you stopped. 

“What!? Now hold on!” You stopped dead in your tracks. “Who are you to make the decision? I have plenty of other things to offer!” 

“He is my husband. Prince Daemon.” The Princess answered. 

You sighed in defeat. “Listen, there is so much more to me than just medicine. Besides, I am not a pre-med student. My knowledge is limited. I’m much better in biology and math, and…and english. I can give explanations half the time, but I don’t know if I can cure him. You guys don’t even have antibiotics, or even vaccines!” As they listen to you speak words that were unknown to them Daemon grabbed your face with his hand to shut you up.

“You can either do what you are told, or your head comes off.” He spoke and he watched your eyes widen in fear. Daemon watched you look around as if pleading for someone to save you. There was no one who would help you. Finally you gave a silent nod telling him that you would do your best. 

“Jace, Luke, go to your chambers.” Rhaenrya spoke as they reached her father’s room. A small protest was made but eventually the boys left, leaving you alone with Daemon and Rhaenrya. 

Stepping into the room you gagged. It smelled like rot in there and immediately you stepped out holding your arm to your nose. “Oh goodness!” Breathing in your own scent you looked to your right to see the woman in green walking towards you. You nodded your head slightly in acknowledgment and she did the same with a questioning look. She stepped inside and finally took in one final breath you stepped inside. It was a grim sight. Helpers in white dabbed the sickly King with water. For a moment you wonder if they did have clean water. 

Stepping closer and looking at the disgusting sight, you find yourself wishing that you had worn something more covering. You’d rather jump into the cold water again than touch whatever it is the King had. There were like lesions all over. You felt your hair stand on end and you gave a shiver. There was a reason you never went into the medical field. Besides of course the amount of medicines you had to memorize, things like this, you would never be able to do. 

It reminded you of a certain movie you watched. What was he called? The leopard king? No, it caused similar injuries. “Leprosy!” You spoke in disgust and you backed away. “Damn damn!” You shook your hands as if trying to get it away from you. You didn’t know how to cure leprosy! Even if you did, the material they have isn't good enough. If anything, that man was on his deathbed. You guess it would be in a couple weeks till he succumbed, maybe earlier. People like this only tend to hang on when they have something they want to accomplish. 

You sighed. Turning to the woman in the green dress, Daemon and the Princess you shook your head. 

“Uh…can I talk to immediate family members?” You meant the Princess. They all nodded and all three walked out. “Uh only relatives.” You spoke again. 

“He is my brother.” “I am his wife.” Both came out simultaneously from Daemon and the woman in green, or in other words the Queen. You made a face. She seemed far too young for the old man, and if Daemon was his brother, wouldn’t that mean he’s the Princess's uncle? 

“Ehm, I thought she was your wife?” You asked, looking towards Daemon. 

“She is.” It was a simple response but you could not wrap your head around it.

“And you two are married?” Your brow lifted in confusion. Daemon nodded and you shook your head and pinched the bridge of your nose. “That cannot be good for genetics.” 

“Genetics?” The Queen spoke beside you. 

“Yes, what you pass to your children. Genotypes and phenotypes. Genotypes are the genetic make-up one has, and phenotypes are the physical features one possesses. Incest doesn’t make for the best….anyways a lesson for another day.” You waved it off before you ushered them outside. 

Alicent looked at you and the gears started to turn in her head. If this ‘genetics’ was accurate…

“Do you really mean to kill me if I can’t cure him?” Alicent heard you ask quietly and she narrowed her eyes towards Daemon as he gave a knowing look.

“Well then I suggest you start preparing two caskets.” Your tone was grim. You looked towards Rhaenyra. “You are the eldest?” You asked her and she nodded. “Well, start mourning your losses, you will be Queen soon. There is nothing I can do for him, perhaps disinfect his wounds with alcohol but that's the best I can offer. Along with that…” You kept your eyes on Daemon watching his every move. “I suggest you either boil anything he has touched or burn it. Leprosy is contagious. Put a mask on him, it assures that germs don't spread. If you have any cuts on you, or your skin is broken, don’t touch him.” You spoke in low-tones. Of course you didn’t really plan to die, but you had to find a way to get out of here and fast. 

“Then you have come to the end of your use.” Daemon's hand curled around the hilt of his sword. You turned your gaze to the hallways, but Daemon was blocking the path. Looking down towards as he began to pull out his sword. Before you could register what you were doing your body acted on instinct and pushed his sword back into its sheath. You pushed the entirety of your body weight to combat his strength. You refused to die here in a medieval hell. His other hand came to wrap around your neck. You took a hold of the hand you were pushing down and bent his thumb backwards. He yelled and backhanded you. You groaned and held your face. Licking your lip you tasted blood. As you looked up, your eyes widened in fear as you saw a sword lifted above you. You closed your eyes and waited for the pain.

“Hold your sword!” You heard a yell and you opened your eyes to see a hand shielding you. Then you heard a clatter of the sword he was holding and groaning, shaking his hand. “I will not have you strike her down.” The Queen spoke. “You are dismissed.” She spoke as she turned away from them to face you. 

A long pause took place as both you and Daemon glared at each other. You heard a slight murmur before he turned to walk away Rhaenyra holding his injured hand. You kept your glare on him until he disappeared from view. However, it was replaced by a hand coming to reach for your face. You flinched away. You’d rather not be touched and contract leprosy, that means you can’t even touch your lip, even as you feel a drop of blood rolling down your chin. You licked it to stop it from falling onto your shirt.

“You can’t touch me, we’re unsanitary. I have to shower…or bathe I suppose.” You spoke in a low-tone and the Queen nodded ignoring the strange wording. 

“I will call for you once you are finished. I have some things I want to discuss with you.” Alicent would need your work on genetics. If what you said was true, Alicent could not allow a bastard to be named heir to the throne, or the possibility of her children being in danger. If calling upon your knowledge is what it took, she would do so. 

The Queen dismissed you and asked for servants to prepare you a bath. You walked away with the servants and a personal guard she assigned you. As your servant led you to whatever quarters you were staying at, you admired the architecture of the castle. It was breathtaking. As you were looking around you caught sight of the man with the eye-patch and his brother with a bottle in his hand. You looked at them with a blank face before looking away, though you did not miss their lingering eyes, more specifically, their lingering eyes on your bloody lip. 

…

“They will use her to question Jace and Luke’s parentage.” Rhaenrya spoke as she paced while Daemon rubbed his forearm, the pain had traveled from just his thumb to the entire forearm. He had spent the better part of the walk back to the room cursing your name. “She is not from here Daemon. If she is right about my fathers death? They will take her words if she is able to discover-” She didn’t let herself finish. 

“Anyone could predict that my brother will perish soon. In any case if she does say such things, then she will meet the same fate as Vaemond. The cunt only managed to injure me because I did not think she would fight.” Daemon reasoned watching his wife look down towards his hand with a worried look. 

“Even so, if what she says is true…then we should stay in King’s Landing until then.” Rhaenrya sighed as she bent down to hold her husband’s hand to begin bandaging it.

…

You scrubbed feverishly at your arms and skin hoping it would be enough to get rid of the germs. It would really suck if you died from leprosy. It was such an ugly way to go, and this bruise on your lip was already ugly enough for you. Damn Daemon and damn every other woman beater in this castle. However, you did feel a bit better in this water and now that you have gotten your things back. You couldn't believe your luck that the suitcase that brought you down just so happened to be the one with all the sanitary items in them. When you saw your soaps and shampoos you nearly fell on your knees thanking whatever deity was out there.

However, you never did get any of your clothes back and this suitcase only had limited options, it only really had one or two outfits to wear along with some undergarments. But! Beggars can’t be choosers. 

Rinsing your hair and body you stepped out and put on a robe. Unfortunately, you did not bring a towel. You dug through your suitcase pulling out lacy underwear and a lace bralette. “Y’know when I said I wanted crazy things to happen, I didn’t mean this crazy.” You murmured as you put them on. 

As you finished clasping the final hook you heard a knock then the door opening. “Woah!” You yelled as you covered your top half. The man who held the bottle from before entered with a smile. 

“Is this what women wear where you’re from?” He looked you up and down. 

“Get out!” You urged as you covered yourself with a robe. 

“Here.” He tossed you your purse. “Mother sent me to give it to you.” He gave you one last look before smiling and walking out.

You scoffed and dropped the robe. Only then did you really grasp what you had in your hand. Your purse. You unzipped it and looked through it. You felt a familiar rectangular shape and you smiled and pulled it out. 

“Thank you! To whatever god there is or whoever you are! Thank you!” You shook your phone happily. “And you!” You spoke to your phone as you powered it on. “Thank you for being water-proof!” As you powered it on, it was at seventy-five percent. It was good enough. You opened maps, though only the downloaded parts cap up. Cursing you saw you had no signal. You sighed and pulled your hair back in desperation. What good was a phone if you couldn’t call anyone?

You threw yourself on your bed whining. “Someone played me ultraviolence.” Just then you shot up. “Wait!” You grabbed your phone and went through the songs you downloaded before you crashed. Finding the song you giggled as you pressed play and threw yourself onto your bed as the song played. 

“This is so aesthetic.” You sighed. You felt like you could be an album cover as this song played. Here you lay on a fur bed in your lingerie in an old castle with a bruised lip. As the song came to an end you stood up and turned off your phone. It would be best to save the battery. As you hummed the tune you looked towards the dress you were supposed to wear. Your attire you suppose was a bit inappropriate for the times. However, as you lifted the dress you questioned how exactly you were going to put this on. 

So for the next two hours you spent trying to put on the dress. 

…

As Alicent sat in silence beside her father she leaned over and whispered in a servant's ear. “Summon her.” It was a quick command and Alicent watched as the servant girl left. 

“If she's right about Viserys, then it can be used to prop Aegon as king.” Otto muttered near Alicent. “Only if she can prove without a doubt that Rhaenrya’s children are bastards.” Alicent responded as she looked towards the dark hair boys who now spoke to their betrotheds. 

Alicent sat still waiting for your arrival. Though Viserys only wanted family, she figured he wouldn’t mind the small addition of you. Finally the doors opened and there you stood with a determined look and suddenly Alicent was transported back to when she first made her stance. The pressure and eyes she felt when she first wore her green dress. Now you walked with the same green dress with arguably the most important eyes on you. 

You glowed under the light, almost unnaturally so. Your features seemed enhanced, and your skin seemed impossibly smooth. An almost perfect blush coated your face and your lips shone as if they were covered in honey. Your eyelashes were long and darker than what she remembered. The mark on your lip appeared nearly healed. It was impossible. You had only been struck hours ago by Daemon Targaryen, and even if he did not put his full force into it. Alicent hated to admit it, he was still Daemon Targaryen. 

“I thought this was family only?” Daemon asked with a smirk. Alicent watched you to see how you’d react. She only saw you give a small smile while looking down then back up towards him before taking your seat next to Alicent. Alicent inhaled your scent and you smelled sweet, it also made her want to lean over and inhale you. Never had she met anyone who had smelled so good. 

“My Queen,” Alicent heard you whisper. “Thank you for the dress, I would’ve worn something of my own, but my attire isn’t exactly proper for this kind of setting.”

Alicent gave you a nod. “Of course.”

“What do I address everyone by? I know it is not their name but, what do I say?” You asked about playing with the hems of the dress. Alicent gave you a smile. “I am Queen Alicent, you address all royalty by ‘your grace’ including Prince Daemon and Princess Rheanrya. Next to you sits my father, Lord hand Otto Hightower, next to him sits my youngest; Prince Aemond,” She watched you give her a confused look.

“I would’ve thought he was the oldest.” You whisper looking towards Aemond who always seemed to be giving a stuck up smirk. 

Alicent gave a small laugh before shaking her head. “No, Aegon, the one who sits in front of you is my eldest.” She corrected as she watched Aegon lift his chalice to you and nodded. “Next to him is his wife and my second eldest Helaena.” Alicents smiled turned into a frown when she saw you look at her confused. She watched you shake your head and look over to Jacaerys. “That is Princess Rheanrya’s eldest son, Prince Jacearys Velaryon, then next to him his betrothed, Princess Baela Targeryen, and to her right his the second eldest, Prince Lucerys Velaryon, and finally Princess Rhaena.” 

“So I address everyone as ‘your grace’ then.” You whispered to her and she nodded. “Except for your father?” Once more Alicent nodded. 

A sound was heard outside and Alicent stood up and you followed right after her. Everyone watched as Viserys was brought in and his eyes zeroed in on you before giving you a small nod. Viserys called your name and you gave a curtsy, though Alicent has no idea where you learned that from. Alicent watched you as you looked to her before addressing the King properly and though she had only just taught you, a small sense of pride emerged in her chest. 

“I thank you for your suggestion to the Maesters. I feel…better as hard as it is to believe.” Viserys spoke to you, giving you a smile. You found it hard to smile back. Finally Viserys addressed his family and you sat silently playing with the rings on your fingers. 

“Prayer before we begin?” You heard Queen Alicent ask and for a moment you wondered what their religion was. As she prayed you couldn’t help the smile that grew on your lips. What was the mother, or the smith? It wasn’t funny but nonetheless a smile was on your lips. You looked across from you and saw Aegon pointing to his shoulders. You raised a brow unsure of what he meant. 

Once more he made the gesture with a questioning face and once you understood it, your face went hot. He was asking about your undergarments and where they were. You rolled your eyes and looked away from him and instead towards the end of the table where Jacaerys and his betrothed was. Once again, like before he was looking at you. He turned his eyes away quickly once more away from you. Then you looked over to the girl next to him. Despite the fact that Alicent had only just told you their names, you had already forgotten them. 

She looked at you with an almost questioning look. Perhaps it was the make-up. You don’t think they have ever seen modern make-up. You gave a small smile and she gave you one back. Then you looked towards the end of the table where the younger siblings of the two sat. The dark haired one looked towards you and unlike his older brother did not shy away when you met his gaze. You gave a smile and he returned it. Before you could get a better look towards the last one King Viserys spoke. 

“This is an occasion for celebration, it seems. My grandsons Jace and Luke will marry their cousins Baela and Rheana further strengthening the relationship between the two houses—” As Viserys spoke it caused you to make an involuntary face. 

Their cousins!? That was madness to you!

Everyone heard a laugh and you controlled your facial expressions and you looked towards Aegon as he looked at you. He cleared his throat and said his apologies, though he looked at you and smiled and you couldn’t help the smile that grew on your face as you both looked towards each other. 

For the rest of the speech you both smiled towards each other as if you were both making fun of the King. Whilst you smiled towards Aegon you both were blissfully unaware of the looks everyone else gave, from Aemond and Otto, to Luke and Rhaena. 

Your attention was brought away from Aegon when the King stood up. As he spoke you looked from the corner of your eye to Aegon and he looked towards you. It seemed as if you were both speaking with your eyes. Your eyes shifted from Aegon to the King throughout his speech of family. You felt out of place and Aegon was the only one who seemed to respond when you looked towards him. 

But when Viserys took off his mask your appetite quickly left as it came. You rubbed your neck looking away from the King blinking towards Aemond who met your gaze but did nothing  but look back. It was almost as awkward as each time you tried to look towards Jacaerys, only this time Aemond’s gaze did intimate you. 

You looked away from him to down at the table then back up only to find that intense gaze still you. Once more you blinked and looked down before offering a weak smile, which was not reciprocated.

Finally you watched Viserys speak and you swore you saw small specks of spit fly out. It made sense the man had a hole in his face.

However, you were NOT catching leprosy besides, this was medieval food. You doubt you were missing much.

You leaned back in your chair. This was so not like the movies. Not to mention the whole incest stuff was just a little too much for you. Yes, you knew about cousins marrying each other but uncles and nieces!? Siblings!? You shook your head. As you looked up you saw Aegon watching you then look towards you drink. Looking around you saw others looking towards you expectantly. 

“Oh, sorry.” You took a small sip from the wine and found yourself smiling just a bit. It was good, well fermented. You observed the glass, it was quite nice. You found yourself looking at yourself in the reflection the wine offered and you drank some more feeling a warmth flood your face and ears and an involuntary smile grew on your face.

A loud sound startled you and caused you to flinch slightly. You looked up to see Jacaerys. He then looked over to you and once more he looked away. You raised a brow then you turned to watch Aemond stand. Then you saw Jacaerys lift his cup. Great. Another speech. How fun.

“To Prince Aegon and Prince Aemond. We have not seen eachother in years, I have fond memories of our shared youth…and as men I hope we may yet be friends and allies.” You don’t know why, but suddenly you began to giggle. 

You didn’t bother paying attention to the rest as you tried to stop the sudden laugh attack. Your shoulders shook as you held your face down and you felt eyes on you. 

You looked up to see the displeased look on Aegon’s face and Jacaerys grabbing his shoulders and you had to cover your mouth and you gave a slightly louder giggle. You breathed in deeply trying to calm yourself but the smile would not leave your face. 

“I’d like to toast Baela and Rhaena. They’ll be married soon, it isn’t so bad. Mostly he just ignores you. Except sometimes when he’s drunk.” Helaena spoke and though it was a sad statement you laughed and all eyes shifted to you. Helaena, the sweet thing laughed alongside you. You both laugh, grinning towards each other. 

“This wine is very good.” You giggled out. Soon the music started and you continued to drink. As the food was passed to you, you refused it. As the night progressed you watched Helaena and Jacaerys dance with each other and then your laughter suddenly died down. 

It reminded you of your own family dinners. What did your family think? You wondered when your funeral would be? It would only be logical that they assume you’re dead. In the hall where everything was bright, your face sat out of place and a sorrowful expression sat. 

“A dance my lady?” You looked up to see Aegon. 

“I don’t know how to dance the way y’all dance.” You spoke in low tones. 

“How do you dance to this music?” Aegon tried once more watching from the corner of his eye his wife and Jace dance. 

“Waltz maybe? I don’t know” You responded. 

“Teach me then.” Aegon takes your hands and pulls you from your seat. A smile from flattery comes on your face and you feel others watching as you walk past Helaena and Jace. Your face turns a shade of pink. 

“The best I have is from Cinderella.” You whisper as you take his arm and place him around your waist and you take his other hand holding it in your own as you step closer to each other. 

“I don’t know what Cinderella is, but if it means you’re this close to me, then I think I’ll like it.” Aegon teased. “So what now?” 

“Umm good question. Okay just follow my lead. Step backward with your right.” You told him looking down between the both of you. As he stepped backwards you stepped forward with your left foot. “Now backwards with your right foot.” You whispered and you followed his movements. “Okay to the left with your left foot next to your right foot.” He nodded and you followed after him. “Finally step forward with your right foot, moving it slightly in front of your left foot, those are all the moves then you just repeat.” After one or two mistakes both of you began dancing to the beat of the music avoiding Jace and Helaena. 

You smiled and giggled as you both danced. “We dance like this until the songs are over” Aegon asked as he pulled you closer to him and you shrugged. “I suppose we can spin.” You whispered and led him into dancing in a circle. You pulled his hand away from your waist and raised the hand you held to spin yourself then once more you both resumed dancing. 

“I thought you said you did not know how to dance?” He grinned and you shrugged. “Not to this music.” 

“Mayhaps you may show me your music one day.” He suggested and you both spun. 

“Perhaps.” You smiled at him. 

The room stood still as they watched you both dance, shades of dark greens spinning and seemingly gliding across the floor to the music. It was hard to look away, especially because it seemed so scandalous having a man and woman so close to each other. 

They watched as Aegon let go of your hand and lifted you up and spun you in the air before setting you down to dance once more. They all watched you both laugh as you both once more glided across the floor. However a fist hit the table abruptly stopping the music. You let go of Aegon and turned to Aemond. 

“Final tribute.” Aemond raised his glass and you looked towards Aegon confused. He shared your look. “To the health of my nephews. Jace, Luke, and Joffrey. Each of them is handsome, wise…strong.” 

There was an implication, though it was one you could not understand. You looked towards Aegon who had a large smile on his face. Clearly he understood the reference. He pulled you by the hand and took his cup and grabbed your own, filling it to the brim with wine for you. 

“Aemond.” Queen Alicent warned. 

You raised your cup alongside Aegon looking towards Luke though his eyes were only on Aemond. Then you looked back towards Jace who looked like he was seething, though he stood in a funny way that made you giggle a bit. 

“Come, let us drain our cups to these three strong boys,” Aemond finished. 

“I dare you to say that again.” Jace challenged. You were thoroughly confused. 

Was the word ‘strong’ an insult here? “Prince Aegon, is strong not a compliment here?” You whispered. 

He grinned and shook his head. “It is. My nephews are just…sensitive.” He whispered back. 

“Why? T’was only a compliment. Do you not think of yourself as strong?” Aemond finished and you watched as Jace walked to him and hit him. You gasped and then you were pulled back behind Aegon as he slammed Luke’s head onto the table. 

“Stop!” You yelled towards Aegon. Aegon seemed to be around your age while Luke looked to be thirteen. You tried to pull Aegon off pushing you back. As you were pushed back, so was Jacaerys. You both collided into each other while he took the brunt of the fall. 

He helped you up and went back to charge back but you held onto him. As you held him back, it was the first time you really got to look at him. At any other time he would look away. As you looked longer you noticed that he had very pretty eyes. A nice dark brown. “Stop.” You whispered out. 

“Are you going to hide behind a woman nephew?” Aemond remarked while giving a cruel smile. 

You saw Jacarey narrows his eyes and begins to push against you. “Are you gonna hide behind your words?” You glared back towards him. 

“This does not concern you.” You turned and looked up towards Daemon. He towered over you, and he still had his sword on him, you knew you got lucky last time. You doubt you will be so fortunate next time. You saw his hand coming towards your face and instinctively you stepped back away from Jacaerys. The stinging sensation his backhand gave you came back and your lip felt like it was pulsing. He gave you a cruel smirk enjoying your fear of him and he stepped closer and you stepped back. 

You wanted to look away from him, but you feared that if you did he would cut you down. It wasn’t until you bumped into something that you looked back and saw a glimpse of long white hair. However, as fast as you looked back, you looked towards Daemon again, though you weren’t fast enough to evade the hand that grabbed the bottom of your face, squeezing it so that it made the cut on your lip open again. 

You hissed out a cry as his thumb was putting pressure over the bruise he had caused earlier. You felt hands on your shoulders pulling you back away from Daemon’s grasp. Daemon scoffed before he wiped his hands on his pants, showing some of your foundation. You could only assume that some of your bruises were showing. 

“You look good green.” It was all Daemon said before you were ushered out by Aemond by command of Alicent. 

Note: Every time I try to go team black I somehow end up writing for green. Also, I think I would really die if I had no music.

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[darkestspring]

we need a part 2 pleeaaassseee!!!! queen rhaenyra dissolving reader and aemond’s marriage, reader marrying and hopefully falling in love with jacaerys & him falling for her too, and aegon still being the yandere big brother.

It was the middle of the night when Aegon had you come with him, somehow you and he successfully smuggled yourself to dragonstone.

"Aegon, I'm scared." You clutched onto him in terror as you both stood on the shore of dragonstone, having just gotten off your dragons.

"Everything will be okay, sister. I'll never let anything harm you, okay?" His hand clutched at yours. He cared little for the reaction from king's landing. All he cared about was you.

Rhaenyra had promised she'd end the farce of your marriage with that one eyed false righteous bitch and that was enough for him. It tore him apart to see you sob and wonder what you had done wrong.

It was never you, it was him. He wasn't worthy of you.

"SIster... Uncle..." You called out in a worried tone as you clutched onto Aegon, frightened of the reception you might receive.

You knew your sister had every right to hate you. Aemond and Aegon had been horrible to her sons, and you.... had never done anything to stop it, always looking on in concern but too scared to actually speak up.

You were a coward for conflict and you knew it.

"Sister." Rhaenyra sounded relieved as she saw you, holding her arms out and you instantly went into her embrace, small sniffles escaping your lips.

"Sister, I'm sorry." Your sniffles turned into sobs as she pet your hair. You felt a hand on your shoulder and you knew it was your uncle. He also had every right to hate you but you were being welcomed.

You were ushered off to bed as Aegon spent the night with Daemon and Rhaenyra, discussing everything.

"Princess." Jace sounded just as surprised as you when you bumped into each other the next morning.

You were dressed in black and red, unlike the green you were usually talked into wearing by your mother.

"Prince..." You murmured softly, looking up at him with concern in your eyes, a squeak escaping you as he held out his hand to you after a moment. "Oh..." You stared down at his hand with blinking eyes.

You and Aemond always walked side by side but at a distance. He had never made the effort to act like your husband, so you had eventually stopped making the effort to try and be affectionate towards him. Yet, Jace was being so kind towards you after only a few minutes.

"You might get lost, so I will.... accompany you." He coughed to hide how flustered he felt. Truthfully, he didn't feel any resentment towards you, if you were here, his mother must have a reason.

He had never gotten close enough to really admire you but your flushed cheeks and soft eyes did make him feel something towards you.

"Sister." Aegon smiled at you as you entered, making his way towards you with soft steps. "How did you sleep?" His hand softly brushed your hair away from your face. He was more focused on you that he completely ignored Jace, even if it wasn't on purpose.

Jace had always gotten the feeling that Aegon was in love with you, that that was where his overprotectiveness came from but looking at him now, that's not what it was. He loved you sure, but jace got the feeling that he loved you more as your older brother than a lover.

But why did jace feel oddly relieved by that. He had no right to feel that, especially considering you were married to his uncle Aemond.

Rhaenyra beckoned Jace over towards her as you chatted softly with Aegon.

"Mother?"

"Your uncle and aunt will be here indefinitely. They've both come in support of me, the only condition Aegon had was to end the marriage between her and Aemond and betrothe her to you. Sweet boy, what do you think?" Rhaenyra asked him softly, wanting his opinions on the matter.

Jace took a glance back at you and your eyes connected with his and you waved at him shyly before looking back up at Aegon.

"I don't mind."

[bitter-me]

Homage

Kabukimono | M. Reader as C!Philza [Minecraft] (Platonic)

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"Someone wrote this song before.."

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"Father look!"

The hooded man turned around at the sound of someone calling for him, it was a little boy with short indigo hair and indigo eyes, he ran up to him with a huge smile and a couple of apples on his arms. "Oh, you brought some apples, where did you get them?" He asked as he eyed the apples.

"From that nice old lady I help yesterday, she gave it to me!" The boy explains cheerfully. His smile seems to widen with every second. The man can't held but also smiles he let's out a chuckle. "That's nice, did you say 'thank you'?"

"I did!"

Patting the boy's head, the man gave a small smile. "That's good, remember to be kind to people and say thank you when they're kind to you." He stated with a calm and gentle voice, like a father talking to his child. "I will, can we eat these when we get back?" He asked, gesturing to the apples on his arms. "Of course." The other respond with the same smile as before making the younger smile even bigger.

They walked for what felt like hours, until they arrived at a field with a house not far away. The boy always enjoy the open field, he enjoys running through them with the wind flowing through his hair and without fail, the moment he turns around to look at the house, he'll see the man smiling fondly at him with a soft expression. Entering the house, the man immediately closed the door behind him and locking it, lowering the hood of his black cloak, he took it off and hang it on the coat hanger next to the door revealing his [H. Length] [H. Color] hair and black wings.

"Come on, Kabukimono . Let's wash does apples so we can eat it." He said as he walk towards the kitchen with the boy following closely. "Okay!" Kabukimono went to the sink and start washing the apples, before handing them to the winged man to cut. Kabukimono watches the man cutting the apples and peeling some of the skin, turning the apples into cute little rabbits. He watches in awe as the winged man made it look so easy. Maybe he could do that to?

Afterward he cleaned all the messes before bringing the plate of apples to the terrace. Both of them sit next to each other with the plate in between them. Kabukimono swings his leg as he eats the apple happily and admiring the beautiful view of the open field, sneaking a glance or two at the winged man also eating the apples beside him. Once both of them finished eating, the plate was put to the side while both of them sits next to each other with the man's right wing wrapped around the small boy.

Kabukimono smiles fondly at the older, giving him a closed eye smile he said. "Thank you for taking me in, Mister [Name]. I'm really happy to live with you, and I'm sorry for calling you father earlier, it kinda just—"

Turning his head towards Kabukimono [Name] caress his cheek resulting in him to stop talking before making him look up at him. Kabukimono looked at the older confused only for [Name] to give him a smile and said. "There's no need to thank me, and it's alright, you can call me 'father' if you want to, you're my son after all."

Kabukimono smile widened, he was so luck to have this kind, and caring man to be his father figure. He then places his hand on top of [Name]'s larger one and lean his head towards his hand.

'I'm so luck.'

'I'm so luck to have met this man."

'This man that I could consider as my own father.'

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A small boy woke up in the middle of nowhere and was surrounded by a bunch of snow and trees.

He was abandoned...

Abandoned by the person that's supposed to love and care for them more than anything...

His creator...

.....His mother...

The boy hugged his legs close to his chest as an attempt to muffled his cries. Suddenly, the sounds of rustling leaves alerted the boy of another presence. Someone's here.

He quickly looked up and saw...

A tall man with [H. Length] [H. Color] hair and...

....Black wings.

"Are you lost? I can help you find your parents." He said with a voice as soft and gentle as the snow. His voice was warm and comforting, like a father talking to his child. The boy stayed quiet, averting his eyes from the man and lowering his head. He doesn't what the man to see him in such a state, plus...

He wouldn't understand...

He wouldn't understand that he--

"Were you abandoned?"

He turned his head as fast as he could to the man with widened eyes, giving the winged man a full view of his tear-stained face and red puffy eyes. "I know what it's like being all alone like that... being abandoned by someone..." He said weakly, his voice going quieter on every word he uttered.

With that, the man was suddenly by his side wrapping both of his wings around him, trapping the boy in. He then caress his tear-stained cheek and gave him a warm and soft smile, a smile that a loving family member would give. "But it's alright, you don't have to go through that pain... you don't have to go through what I went through... You don't have to cry anymore... as of today, I'll be your father, and you're my son."

He then pressed his forehead against the younger with a closed eye smile, the same smile he gave earlier. The tears in the boy's eyes streams down the moment he utters those words. The man immediately pulls him into a hug while his wings wrapped both of them gently and keeping them warm.

"I'll give you a world filled with joy and laugher."

"All you need to do is just open up your heart to me."

"There's no need to worry, I'm here after all."

"Father's here.."

[embervolkan]

This man.. has been all over my tumblr and every social media platform I have and I’ve decided to give him a go just for fun… and maybe to satisfy my horny ass-

Anyways! I Hope you enjoy <3

Minors DNI

18 +

He never knew why he was so attracted to you. Was it the way you carried yourself? The way you were so confident and a breath of fresh air to everyone or maybe …

Was it the way your hands touched and gripped the equipment handed to you? Those soft fingers of yours grazing the metal like it was a natural feeling to you.

Was it the way your lips parted when you were focused. Your soft lips practically teasing him to want to touch and kiss them himself. How your tongue hid in that soft and warm mouth of yours

He always hated how you had that affect on him. He would always find himself forgetting what he was doing when you were around

His eyes always studying you as he worked with you or even was near you. He would never admit this kind of longing for someone, for you. He couldn’t, or really .. he just didn’t know how to admit it to himself.

Today was like any other day as Miguel was in front of his many screens. The low orange glow filling the area he was in. The humming of metal and machines echoing softly

His eyes stared at the screen, deep in thought. A soft groan leaving his mouth

All he could think about was you as he gently scrolled through his screens. It was mission after mission for him. Never catching a break.

He was about to close out of his screen before seeing you. Right there in your working station.

Your smile made you glow to him. A smile of his own entering his face as he watched you through the security cameras. Your laugh making his heart flutter.

His eyes widened softly as his heart skipped a beat, That suit of yours, hugging your body to show all the right curves. The way your hips swayed with the fabric. Your chest softly bouncing with each step.

Why … why do you look so good in that suit he thought as He cursed under his Breath. He looked away for a moment. His muscles tensing up slightly as he closed his eyes trying to calm himself

His attention was quick to another screen as another potential mission popped up

“Lyla” he said with a tired sigh

“Already on it boss” Lyla said with her usually perky tone as Miguel’s watch glowed.

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The hum of the portal echoed throughout the rooftop as Miguel Stepped out. His suit glowing dimly in the night sky as he jumped on top of the edge of the roof. His eyes scanning the city below as he tapped something into his watch

He was lost in his own focus that he didn’t even notice the portal behind him opening

Your foot gently tapped the ground as you walked out of the portal with a small tip toe looking around to see Miguel right in front of you

You always admired his suit as you eyed him. Your legs slowly walking over to Miguel’s side. Your shoulder gently brushing into his arm

Miguel’s head Turned to see you. His face already heating up as he moved his head back down to look at his watch

“You’re here early” he said in a low tone

You smiled as a soft chuckle escaped you. Your head titling to the side as you watched him.

“Lyla told me you didn’t like people who showed up late”

“She’s correct” he said with a short huff. He turned away as his heart raced. His mind almost spinning as he gripped his arm. Don’t do anything rash he told himself over and over as he kept his head down

You raised an eyebrow to the sudden feeling of Miguel’s state

Spider senses, gotta love it

You slowly went up to him as your hand gently touched his arm, “ you okay?”

He shivered to your touch as he tried to move himself away. Your fingertips feeling good on his arm.

He nodded trying not to speak as he continued to mess with his watch

Your eyes scanned his body as your hands moved lower on his arm, your face moving closer to his as you removed your masked slightly, “ Your hearts racing like crazy … you sure you’re fine-“

“Yes” he snapped finally being able to move himself away from you. His hands shaking as he gripped them into fists, “yes …. Yes I’m fine”

“Stop lying” you said with a stern tone. Crossing your arms as you watched him

He raised an eyebrow as he turned to face you. Your stance and eyes making his heart flutter as he scoffed softly, “ Who says I’m lying?”

“I am” you said with a small glare. You slowly walked up to him as you looked up to face him, “ You’re heart rate is up, you can barely look at me. Not to mention your hands are shaking-“

“ It shouldn’t bother you” he said glaring down at you

“Well it does” you said with a huff looking down at his chest

Don’t .. he thought to himself as he watched you study him

“Miguel … you work to hard sometimes you know that? Are you even resting when you should be?”

Your words surprised him as he looked away slightly. Trying to move away as he mumbled something under his breath.

This caught your attention as you placed a hand on his arm again. Which caused him to flinch, turning away from you

“Don’t do that … I can’t.. I can’t handle this today” he said in almost a whisper as he rubbed the bridge of his nose

You were confused as you watched him, “ can’t handle what?”

He was quiet for a moment.His hands dropping to his sides as he chuckled softly

“Isn’t it obvious?” He said turning around to face you

He was close to you again as your eyes widened a bit to his reaction. You shook your head as you watched his hand go to your chin, a small shaky breath leaving you as he lifted your face so he could see you better

“You … i cant handle You today” he said in almost a whisper as he kept his hand on your chin, “ The way you touched my arm… makes a man like myself feel things” he said letting go of your chin as he walked away to the other side of the roof

“Your scent … it’s intoxicating” he said with a sharp inhale, “ I can’t think straight when your right in front of me”

You had no words as you listened to him. Your eyes widened with surprise as you shook your head slightly to regain composure. Your hands fumbled with one another before you moved a hand to the back of your neck gently rubbing it

“I …. I don’t know how to respond to that”

“You don’t have to” he said with his normal tone as he looked away, “ I won’t blame you if you head back to headquarters”

“Who says I want too?” Your voice almost in a low whisper as he raised an eyebrow at you. His eyes widening to the redness of yours cheeks

“ Do I really make you feel that way?” You asked with bright eyes as you looked to the side, your fingers playing with one another

His heart skipped a beat to that question as he slowly walked towards you again, “ yes ..” he said with a small sigh, “ yes you do, every .. single .. day”

You could feel and hear his heartbeat even more as you looked up at him. Your heart jumping slightly as you bit your lip looking to the side

He grabbed your face gently as he made you face him, “ I always imagine what you’d look like flustered like you are right now” he said with a small smirk as his head lowered closer to yours

His hand moving along to your neck as it sent a shiver down your back

His face so close now as you let out a small whine to his touch, “ I can stop if you want”

His hands teased your bare neck as you watched his arm move. You gently brought your hand to his arm as you breathed in shakily

“Y/n … look at me” he said with a low silky tone.

Your eyes met his as his mask slowly faded off. His eyes staring into yours as his hand moved back up to your face. His thumb rubbing your bottom lip.

“ Let me have you, just this once… just for tonight” he said in almost a plea as he brought his free hand to your back pulling you slightly closer

You didn’t know how to respond as your face heated up. Your hand digging into his skin as he brought his lips close to your ear, “ Let me make you feel good” he whispered

A shiver went throughout your whole entire body as you breathed in sharply. Your lips parting softly as you felt his hands trial to the back of your suit.

His fingers tugging at the zipper as you gasped softly

This made his heart skip another beat as he watched your reaction.His lips hovered over your neck as he gently gripped your hips

“ is that a yes or .. no?”

You gripped his suit in front of his chest as you closed your eyes tightly. Melting into his touch as you let out a small sigh, “ yes..” you said in a whisper

He moved his hands to the back of yours thighs as he picked you up, your legs wrapped around him now. Your arms around his neck as He pressed his lips against yours. his tongue slowly entered your mouth.

You moaned softly to this new sensation.Your mouth opening more for him as your back hit the brick wall of the rooftop.

The building Miguel pinned you behind out of eye view, was dim in light. He tasted your lips, his hands gripping your thighs firmly. His large hands rubbing the sides of them

“ I… I haven’t done this before” you said breathlessly as his lips trialed to your neck. Another soft moan escaping you.

His hands trailed to the back of your suit as he pulled at the zipper, a low chuckle escaping him as he nibbled at your skin, “ then I’ll be gentle.. I promise”

He moved his head back as his hands tugged the suit off yours shoulders. Your bra being revealed as he licked his lips lightly. His fingers unhooking your bra as the straps slid off your shoulders

Your eyes were closed tightly as you whined and moaned softly to his touch. The feeling of his hands pulling your suit and bra away made your stomach flutter as his fingertip gently rubbed your right nipple.

He moved his hand to your left Breast softly squeezing them. a sharp Breath escaping him as he lifted you up more, the heat in his lower abdomen rising.

His tongue replaced his hand, teasing your now firm nipples.

You let out a low moan as your hands moved to his hair. Your fingers tangling into his hair as you looked down. Watching his tongue lick and suck your breasts

Another low Moan escaped you as you laid your head back. Feeling the tingly sensation of his tongue making you feel light.

His teeth grazed your skin as his tongue swirled around your nipple. Another moan leaving you as your breathing picked up.

“Miguel..” you said in a whisper as he gently smiled against your skin. His face moving up to yours as his suit rubbed against your chest

his lower body pressed into you more as the bulge under his suit rubbed against your Inner thigh. His lips met yours as you melted into the kiss.

Yours hands pulling his hair lightly again as another moan left you. A moan of his own leaving him as his tongue swirled around your mouth. His fangs lightly grazing your bottom lip.

He softly set you down as his hands pulled your suit all the way to your ankles.

His eyes looking at your panties, a soft sigh being heard from him as he kneeled down.

You watched with a deep blush. Your hands still in his hair. Your hips jerked forward slightly as he touched your skin.

His fingers going from your stomach to your hips, to your thighs It made you whine softly as you leaned on the wall.

His finger hooked underneath your panties as he slowly pulled them down.

A shaky exhale being heard from him as he hummed, his thumb teasing your clit as it made you jerk a bit. You held back a moan as he gently rubbed your clit

His index finger stroking your folds as he took his time feeling you

“t-that tickles” you said with a small pant

He looked up with a smirk as he leaned his head towards your lower body

You shuttered to the sudden feeling of his tongue entering you. Your legs opened more for him as his tongue went deeper into you.

You moaned his name as his mouth moved to suck your sensitive clit. His index fingers teasing your entrance as you moaned again, biting your lip

Your core felt on fire as one of your legs went over Miguel’s shoulder.

His hand gripping your thigh as the other pumped a finger into you

“Does that feel good Bonita?”

You nodded slowly as you whined, your hips grinding into his finger as he pushed in another one

“ Your so wet for me” he cooed licking your inner thighs. A choked moan making his tongue flicker faster inside you

“M-Miguel I-“

“ You cant cum yet, not until you can take one more”

You held back a Moan as you shivered. Your eyes closed tightly as you whimpered.

He groaned himself as sucked your puffy clit. The way your hips rocking into his hand. The way you moaned and whined to his tongue. God he needed more

A third finger entered you as you let out a groan. Your hand covering your mouth as you watched his fingers pump into you. His fingers curled inside you as he licked his lips

He kissed your beautiful wet cunt as he looked up at you

You leaned your head back as your body began to grow hot. An intense wave a pleasure taking over you as a low moan left your mouth

Your heart raced as you felt a wet substance trickle down your thighs.

Miguel’s fingers still curling deep inside you as he moaned, “ That’s it sweetness” he said softly. His fingers moving out of you as a loud whine escaped your mouth. Your walls aching to feel his fingers inside you again

Your eyes moved down to where his hand was. Your cum dripping off his fingers slightly as his suit faded away on his lower body

His long cock springing out softly

You gasped to his length as you watch his fingers rub his tip with your sweet juices.

A low groan left his mouth as he look at your wet inner thighs. He turned you around as your hands pressed on the wall.

Your ass up for him as you looked over your shoulder slightly seeing his eyes peering down at you

“Fuck ..” he said in a whisper as he grabbed your hips gently moving them closer to him.

His tip gently grazed your entrance as a gasp escaped your mouth. Your legs trembled for more as he hissed to the sudden jolt of pleasure

He pushed the tip in as you moaned. His hands rubbed your back as he pushed in deeper, slowly for you.

You winced to the sudden sting as you felt him push his cock into you

“Your so tight” he said with a pant

His hips holding back as he finally got inside you.The stinging pain of this new Pleasurable feeling made your body shake as you felt weak

Miguel’s hand held you up as his chest laid on your back. He kissed your neck as he gently moved his hand to your breasts, playing with your nipples, “ That’s it .. relax your body” he said into your ear as his lips trailed along your shoulder

You panted softly as your hips moved around slowly. Getting used to him inside you as you gripped the wall

He moaned softly to the movements of your hips, he moved himself up as his hands traced your back before gripping your hips

You gasped to the sudden feeling as he smirked. he moved his hips slowly. His cock moving in and out of you as you whined.

He breathed in sharply as he felt you clench around him.

“ Mierda” he moaned as his hips began to move faster

You moaned with each thrust as his hands gripped and rubbed your hips

Your breasts bouncing with each movement as he cursed under his breath. His head slightly up as he closed his eyes in pleasure

Your body was burning with pleasure as your hands gripped the bricks on the wall. Your legs feeling like jelly as Miguel pumped his cock into you

“So … tight” he groaned lifting one of your legs as you whined loudly

You moved your head to the side as you saw his cock move in and out of your tight pussy. Your eyes widening to the feeling of his thumb rubbing your clit

You whimpered into your hand as he fastened his pace. His cock pushing deeper into you with each thrust

“ you like watching me fuck you don’t you?” He said with a pant as he moved his head to yours. His lips latching on yours as he pressed you closer to him. Your leg feeling sore from the way he was holding it

You didn’t care. You liked this sensation as you moaned into his mouth. Your hips rocking with his as you felt that hot feeling in your core

“Miguel ..” you managed to say as you faced the wall again. Panting heavily

“ not yet” he turned you around as his dick pulled out

Of you for a second, before slamming back into you. You yelled with a Moan as he began to thrust into you

Your hands wrapped around his neck as he gripped your hips. Holding them as he watched you bounce on him

You thought you saw stars as your eyes began to water, “ Miguel … I think I’m going to-“

“I am too” he whispered into your ear as he kissed your neck. Your breathing picked up as you heard his moans in your ear. Those lewd sounds of your skin slapping into each other echoed in your ear as you closed your eyes, your hands moving to his back as your nails dig into his skin

That fire in your whole body beginning to spread as Miguel growled into your ear

His last thrust making your body jolt in pleasure as he pulled out. Your cum all over his cock as his seed spilled over your stomach

You breathed heavily as your hands moved back to his arms

A pant left his Mouth as he moaned softly rubbing the last bit of cum out of him.

You whined to the feeling as his lips met yours. A soft sigh leaving him as he looked into your eyes, “ You did so well”

You smiled to his praise as you kissed him again. Your flushed cheeks feeling warm as he smiled against your lips.

You never thought this mission would turn into a steamy one. Your thoughts were almost too mushy as you laid your head on his shoulder. A soft chuckle being heard from him as he picked you up.

“Let’s get you cleaned up mi amor, we still have a job to do after all”

[smooth-perceval]

“My love, my life.”

“It’s okay- it was nothing important anyways.”

Max Verstappen x Fem!Reader

PART THREE

Max Corner

Summary: [Max and reader crossed the line in their 3 year friendship, resulting in 2 positive pregnancy test. And 1 baby on the way.]

Max runs once again, leaving you questioning his true intentions. It wasn’t until Lando invited you along to Silverstone, home GP, you finally understand what’s going on.

Warnings: swearing, angst, Max being a dick, Max&Kelly together, fake relationship, mentions of J.Verstappen, Google translate, no proof read, my bad writing.

Key: Y/N (your name) Y/L/N (Your last name)

Word count: 3,256

A/N: So I put ‘Max&Kelly’ as a warning, not because I dislike any present or previous wags, it’s just like a pre warning that Max is not ‘solo’ I suppose- it’s just there so we’re not shocked when it happens. 🌝 Hope you enjoy 👀 let’s pretend the photo of Lissie is us 🙂

Well once again Max went awol… and I was finally washing my hands with him, the hot and cold, cat and mouse it wasn’t going to end well- it never does.

He won the Canadian GP, and out of pure kindness I sent him a congratulations message… only for it to be seen and not responded to.

That’s when I knew Max was only down for one thing- and every word he said was pure bullshit.

Lando kept me updated on everything happening around the paddock, a few times mentioning Max, sure I wanted to know how he was… what he was up to… why has he just left so much stuff unsaid… why the fuck is he leaving me in the dark- but instead of asking- I would simply type back a short message, or a little smile and nod of my head…

“Landiniho 🏎️”

I’m gonna ft in 5 x

Sending a quick reply, I held my phone nearby grabbing the tv remote and turning the volume down.

Within less that 5 minutes Lando was calling. And just as quickly I answered, both smiling wide at each other.

“Hey, what are you doing next week?”

“Hello to you to Lan-” laughing a little I then shrugged my shoulders picking at the cushion next to me. “Nothing planned- except watching your home race.” Smiling a little I side eyed him. “Are you excited?”

“Yeah, yeah.” Quickly waving me off, I then noticed the background of where he was- he wasn’t even in his hotel room but sitting in the lobby.

“How about you come with me to Silverstone?” He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, before laughing a little.

“Come back home…?” Humming I titled my head- it seemed quite a simple answer… I could see my parents, visit some friends… and I can be with company instead of alone at home.

“Yeah, back home!” He sat up straight already knowing my answer.

“Okay, you’ll come with me to my parents right?…” he nodded his head quickly.

“I haven’t seen them in ages… so your gonna definitely come?”

“Yes, I suppose soooo…” rolling my eyes playfully with a smile.

“Okay good! I’ll sort everything out just get packed cause I kinda need to fly you out like tomorrow…” nodding my head slowly, “I’ll have to bring all my work stuff Lan- laptop the lot…” mumbling I start shuffling some paperwork together.

“That’s fine- just get pac- yeah?” He turned away from the camera looking over at someone else.

“Yeah- she is coming to Silverstone…” furrowing my eyebrows my eyes darted around the screen to try and see who his talking to.

“No. Call her yourself.” Lando moved his phone now I was looking over his shoulder at the seat behind him.

“No.”

“Lan- what’s going on.” Quickly moving the phone back to his face.

“I’ll text you the details- I’ve gotta go… Max fuck of-” the call ended, leaving me sitting there confused and in shock.

Lando was right he can call me himself… why wouldn’t he just pick up his own phone and dial my number… dickhead.

Shaking my head I tossed my phone aside going upstairs to start packing, I packed enough for a week, hoping to spend enough time with family, and packing a separate bag for all my work stuff. The perks of working from home!

Within the hour Lando sent me all the details over telling me he will meet me at the airport, him only arriving around 30 minutes before me.

When laying in bed I could only think what Max had wanted… why was he trying to take Lando’s phone, why couldn’t he just call me himself or even text… I tossed and turned before finally rocking myself to sleep. I guess I’ll soon find out.

** 6:15 A.M **

The sound of my alarm cracked through my dreams pulling me back to reality, my eyes slowly opening and adjusting to the light creeping in my room.

Switching the alarm off I slowly climbed out of my bed getting ready for the airport. I should’ve gone to bed earlier… my body ached- and I felt my stomach churn, making quick effort to go down and get my anti-sickness tablets taking one and stuffing the rest in my carry on.

Anti-sickness tablets are like my breakfast at the moment… the first thing I take when I wake up. It’s now somewhat a routine, this baby is really doing it’s number on me, if I wasn’t tired all the time and being sick, I was angry or crying…

Now I’m sitting at roughly 8 or 9 weeks, a few more weeks and I get to see the baby again- and I cannot wait. It’s crazy to think what a woman’s body is capable of doing-

I was away with the fairy’s while walking through the airport, checking my suitcases e.t.c, e.t.c. I could only imagine what it will be like when I’m home with my parents, seeing Lando again, old friends… hopefully Max.

Just to know what went on- what I did wrong to make him ignore me like he has… just curious.

When on the plane I got some extra sleep, not that I could help it. Like I said I am exhausted all the time… I dozed off as soon as I put my seatbelt on, missing the takeoff and only woke up just before landing. And even now I could just shut my eyes again…

Widening my eyes forcing them awake, I rubbed my face looking out the window.

Back in England, it was summertime here… and it was lovely.

As soon as I left the plane I felt the sun kiss my cheeks.

Perfect.

I sent Lando a message saying I had landed and asking where to meet him, but as soon as I looked up from my phone he was already waiting there at the gate. Cap pulled down, sunglasses on, and even in this weather a hoodie pulled right up to try and cover as much of his face as possible.

Smiling a little I rushed over to him arms open wide forgetting my suitcases and bags behind me as they cluttered to the floor.

“Back home babbyyy!” Gripping him tightly, he let out a laugh practically throwing us side to side, before resting me back onto my feet.

“Welcome home.” He smiled once again, and as if we was little kids we both started jumping on the spot, falling back into a tight embrace “oh I’ve missed it.” Pulling away I ran over collecting my items, following Lando out the airport.

The whole time telling him all the new things I’ve discovered with the pregnancy. Like morning sickness really isn’t just ‘morning sickness.’ Well I mean I new that weeks ago… but still. It should be called any time of the day sickness.

Lando chipped in asking little questions here and there, before the big question landed.

“What’s Max been like with it all? Has he been encouraging?” Nudging me with a slight tease in his voice. But it only cause my smile to drop slowly.

“I haven’t heard from him…” Lando spun around from facing the car staring at me. “You haven’t? Didn’t you guys sort it all a few weeks ago?” I started chewing at my bottom lip nervously, quickly thanking one of the airport staff for putting my bags in the car.

“Sort of…” I wiped my hands on myself, clearing my throat and climbing into the car. Ignoring the stare off Lando.

“Sort of?” As if he knew the answer he shook his head.

“So you went back to square one.”

“Lan I don’t need the lecture. It was my own fault this time.” Sighing I rubbed my temple leaning my head against the window.

“I’m not… okay, sorry. I’m sorry.” Touching my arm gently I turned looking at him, before he pulled me into a hug. “It’s gonna be alright you know.” I only responded with a slightly nod of my head. “Just wish he would want this as much as I do… but I can’t force him…”

Rubbing my back gently he pulled away with a reassuring smile. “His just an odd guy, I’m sure his just worried okay… but you can do this.”

Pausing for a moment “Y/N and uncle Lando right?”

Laughing a little I nod my head. “Yes, yes unless I give the rights to Charles”

Lando let out a fake gasp before leaning back in his seat. “Don’t ever threaten my uncle rights again.” Smiling to myself I looked back out the window. The driver slowly pulling away.

Lando slept most of the journey- and sure I was a little nosey when his phone kept going off… side eyeing it, I see Max blowing his phone up… and I could only wish it was mine- even at the sight of his name, I felt tingles all over my body. Like his touched had once burned on me.

Sighing at myself, I shuffled closer to Lando resting my head against his shoulder. Slowly closing my eyes and letting my worries got with it.

My worries being facing Max.

“Y/N, Y/N, Y/N-” repeatedly with each time he said my name Lando poked my forehead.

Flinching slightly when he poked again I sat up slowly rubbing my eyes.

“Your so fucking annoying…” my voice was hoarse and barely audible from the sleep.

“We’re here!” Smiling excitedly he climbs out the car quickly, first thought was him going over to fans and taking photos.

Sighing once again I make sure I looked like hadn’t just woken up- before climbing out behind him, I start helping getting out bags out, when Lando comes over quickly grabbing both the heavy suitcases.

“You can’t lift heavy things remember-”

Rolling my eyes and smiling, I pull the handle of my suitcases up and roll into the hotel, giving a few small waves to shouting fans of Lando’s.

Finally getting up to my room, Lando only a few doors down. I flopped onto the bed letting out a happy groan, from my aching body.

Pulling my phone out I read some messages, before going into insta and putting a post up.

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Sky was painted for you Landiniho 🧡

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And finally I was able to relax, I planned on visiting my parents after Sundays race, as everything leading up to then is crazy- and I didn’t want to drag Lando down to them while the weekend commenced.

It wasn’t long before Lando was knocking the door and demanding I opened it.

“What?” Annoyed I glared at him the door nearly hitting the wall as I pulled it open.

“I’m hungry, let’s go eat-” if he wasn’t offering food I probably would have strangled him… however he did, so he dodge a bullet.

In silence I grabbed my room key, phone, and other necessities before following Lando down to the elevator. “Can we go to the lovely restaurant down the road?” Looking over at Lando excitedly, smiling he nodded his head pressing for the ground floor. And as if on cue my belly started to grumble. Which only made us both burst into laughter.

Dinner was lovely, me and Lan spent the evening joking around and just enjoying company of one another- it washed away all my nerves, and I finally felt at ease being back home.

With arms linked we took a slow walk back to the hotel, and just for once I felt like the world seemed to get off my shoulders.

“Don’t you ever think to move back home? And raise the baby here?”

I come to an abrupt stop before continuing to walk with him- like I was reseted. “I never thought of it…” mumbling quietly to him I rest my head against his arm. “Monaco is my home too-”

“But- I mean this in the nicest way…”

Stopping himself he turns looking down at me. “You have nobody in Monaco.”

And there it was, the weight of the world again, I know he means well but it was sure a kick in the gut when he said it…

“I have you?”

“I’m not always there-”

“I’m fine, by myself.”

“But what about if you ever need anyone? What about when you go into labour?” Lando started walking again arm slung over my shoulders.

“I do have some friends there.”

“Friends that you can trust with your baby?”

Humming, I look down at the floor as we walk, he had a point… who am I trying to kid- I wouldn’t trust anyone but him or family with my baby… let alone some friends I see once in a blue moon.

“Maybe it’s something to think about…” sighing I then look up at the stars in the sky, questioning which person I have pissed off to cause this much chaos in my life.

“I just want you to be happy Y/N” he gestured for me to go into the lobby first before following behind. “That’s all I ever want for you.” Smiling over my shoulder at him j waisted for him to walk next to me before bumping shoulders.

“As do I, you deserve the world Lan.”

We finally separated at our doors, Lando disappearing down the hall once I was in my room- I took a shower and got into bed ready for this weekend and what it’s to bring, because I got myself a friend called Lando, and with Lando I felt okay.

**FRIDAY FREE PRACTICE**

I was panicking, I could potentially bump into Max today- and the way my hormones are going I’d probably end up crying if I even catch a glance of him…

Staring at myself in the mirror, I smoothed out my orange shorts, tilting my head before turning to the side. Shaking my head smiling to myself- I leave the bathroom grabbing my bag, phone, room key- and whatever else I thought may come in handy.

Agreeing to meet Lando in reception, I made my way out to the elevator trying to be as quiet as possible- seeing as how early it was in the morning.

Humming quietly to myself I waited for the elevator to arrive. Swaying slightly to my own song in my head-

“Oh hi-” glancing over my shoulder there he was.

In all his glory- Max.

And weirdly enough I felt nothing… I felt no anger, no sadness, no happiness. Nothing for him right now. So with a tight lipped smile, I whispered a hello before turning back to the elevator.

“I’ve er- I’ve wanted to talk to you…” he stepped forward standing next to me, at a distance that screams more than friendship-

“Oh really? What about?” Biting my lip praying the elevator arrives sooner rather that later.

“It’s more of a private matter…” looking around as if he was nervous of getting caught- which only caused me to look around also.

“Well, I’m sure it was nothing important otherwise you would’ve-” my voice soon trailed off and my mouth just went slack. Behind Max slowly walking towards us was her… and just like that a fire ignited within me.

My eyes had the same fire burning in them as I glared back at Max, who’s colour was slowly draining from his face. “Never mind I can see now you’ve been occupied.” Looking back over at Kelly, who only had a lovely smile on her face as she linked her arm with Max.

The elevator pinged, breaking the silence- moving myself forward to step in I look over at max and Kelly before taking a large step back.

“You both take this one- I just realised I’ve lost something…” tapping over myself, trying to seem like I was genuine. Kelly only smiled once more before stepping in.

“You need help finding it?” Kelly looked around the elevator floor, as Max stood outside- eyes still glued onto me.

Looking over at her I offered her a smile and shake of my head- then turning to look at Max. Eyes fixated onto each other.

“It’s okay- it was nothing important anyways.” I felt my lip tremble slightly, quickly biting down on it and rushing away with my head down.

Clearly he found his distraction… and was it weird that I wanted it to be me?

Rushing to the stairs I raced down praying I would beat the elevator.

Out of breath and panting I ran over to Lando in reception grabbing his arm and dragging him to the exit.

“Y/N slow down-” laughing a little Lando pulled back- which only made me tug harder at his arms-

The elevator ping sounded through reception- my eyes focused on the doors as Max hurriedly stepped out leaving Kelly behind.

“Please Lando can we just g-”

“Y/N I need to talk to you.” As if in sync me and Lando both looking over at max, who was practically jogging through reception.

“I have nothing to say to you.” Giving up with Lando I hurriedly walked away towards the exit. Why did it hurt so much that he was with Kelly?

Because there’s no way you kiss someone the way he kisses me and it not mean anything- yet being with found with another woman probably giving her the same bullshit excuses… was a kick to the gut.

I knew he was chasing me- even if he was a few feet behind I felt his presence- the hairs on the back of my neck stood to attention. My heart was telling me to stop running from him and let him talk. But my head told me to keep going- and I did.

I got into the car that was waiting on me and Lando locking the door behind me and leaning over locking the drivers side.

Until he finally gave up. Well I say gave up Lando practically forced him away. And once he was out of sight I finally opened the door again for Lando.

“Can we not talk about him.” Looking at the dash in front of me. I felt sick, maybe even numb at this point. We spent two unforgettable nights with one another, his been one of my closest friends for years- maybe a warning would’ve been nice that it didn’t mean as much to him as it did me- then I wouldn’t of had my flame of hope burned out- and reigniting with anger and jealousy.

I hate her- I hate that he chose her, what was so wrong about me? Why doesn’t he want me the same way I want him? I can’t force him to love me- so why am I so worked up over something so stupid?

“Let’s get the race weekend started aye?” Looking over at Lando he offered an encouraging smile- hand reaching over snd squeezing mine.

Lando is like a comfort blanket- or a teddy bear, you know the type you get when your young and you find yourself seeking it out every single night and day for solitary comfort. Lando was my teddy bear.

“Let’s go get you your win.” Squeezing his hand back I smiled up at him- sure the smile didn’t reach my eyes- and my eyes they didn’t twinkle like diamonds- but he knew I meant what I said and he knew I was there supporting him no matter what.

And Max? Pft what’s the point of crying over something that wasn’t even mine in the first place.

A/N: Soooooo I don’t know- it was long awaited that’s for sure I just had terrible writers block- and you can even tell in some parts I wasn’t giving enough- buttttt on with the next chapter.

FYI MAX REDEEMS HIMSELF.

Masterlist

[innocent-cat]

Hello, if you're still taking request could it be headcanons with with Vax, Percy, and Vex. (Separately)

Where the S/O is a lot like Yor Forger.

GUESS WHO IS BACK!!!!

Oh my gosh, I love SpyxFamily! right away xx

Reader x Vox Machina

Warnings - None

"Scarlet paint on their face", Assassin!Reader x Various

Vax

Okay, so, weird thing about both Vax AND Vex, they're extremely stalkerish.

the very MOMENT they thought you were acting even slightly suspicious, they immediately discussed it with each other.

"Vex-" "Yes, me too."

they most def hear EVERYTHING you do.

They had a little book that had information about everything you did.

your fault, why aren't you home by the mandatory curfew (that they implemented that nobody in fact listens to) of 8PM sharp?

You'll usually feel Vax's eyes on you when you come home after a bounty, but you choose to pretend you're oblivious to it so you can continue acting clueless.

HOWEVERRRR he eventually cornered you and confronted you.

you walked in and he was just like.. leaning against the wall all nerdy.. so you kinda just.. side eyed him and walked by..

"Where have you been?"

your heart dropped to your asssssss, him confronting you was so much scarier than it needed to be.

"What are you talking about?"

"We know you've been sneaking out. You're never home by 8."

"..Nobody follows that anyway, Vax.. not even Pikes home right now. Who are you, my dad?" You raised an eyebrow at him as you spoke down to him for asking you what's been going on.

"Vex told me you went to a washers covered in blood. What's that all about?"

"I don't know what you're talking about. Maybe don't stalk random people, it's creepy, Vax." You scoff, and storm off to your room.

You sit down in your bed and heave a sigh, letting the knife drop that was hidden between your arm and side under your oversized blouse.

Vex

Vex was the first one to actually confront you and get an answer.

(all combined head cannons above for vax btw)

she low-key scared tf out of you when you turned the corner and saw her.

full on mom stance, arms crossed, face seething..

scary.

"If you won't tell Vax, you better tell me now."

Now, mind you, it was like.. 2am.. and you tried sneaking back in because you didn't have time for a outfit change.. so you did in fact look very incriminating with a knife in your hand, drenched in blood.

You have no clue to get out of it, so you fake cry xx

You drop your knife and start crying into your hands, mumbling.

Vex's face DROPS, and she goes to you and holds you, rocking you in her arms.

"I'm not MAD, I'm just upset you didn't tell me.."

After the little cry, she helps you clean yourself up from them on because OBVIOUSLY what gf wouldn't help.

she was honestly just mad you didn't tell her..

(sorry her's is so short!! I'm like super duper tired rn)

Percy

lmfaooo Percy been knew

the two of you have always just kind of

not talked about it?

of course, you both are aware that the other KNOWS,

it's just Percy wants to make sure he doesn't say something rude to you

he loves u too much xx

He frequently stitches you up, cleans your wounds, and washes your clothes when you come home after killing someone.

Of course, he understands you're very dangerous and skilled, but the fact you're his s/o comes before your large bounty.

"Again? Seriously? You're getting too injured to endure this job." he sighed out to you, frowning at your dampened physical state.

You did not reply, but you looked away, towards a a window opposite of him. You matched his face, frowning.

You flinch back as he applies alcohol to your wound, hissing slightly to your pain.

"Sorry." He mumbled out, and he lifted your shirt more.

He bandages the wound, sealing it so it doesn't become infected. He then pulls off your shirt, and sets it aside to wash later, handing you a new, clean shirt of your own.

he literally loves you so much please assure this boy you'll be fine

[waytooinvested]

Forgotten, Not Forgiven - Chapter 19

This and previous chapters are also on AO3

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She hadn’t meant to sleep at all, but somewhere around 7am Lena drifted into a light doze and lingered there, halfway between sleep and waking, until she felt Kara stir against her side an hour later. A sleep-heavy arm was draped across her waist, and Kara burrowed her shoulder softly, only half-way conscious of her surroundings. Then, as if suddenly remembering that snuggling was not in their usual friendship repertoire, she stilled.

‘Hey.’

Lena turned her head on the pillow to meet Kara’s gaze, finding her sleep rumpled and bleary eyed, her cheek creased with pillow lines and hair mussed into a tangle that caught the early morning sun like a halo of gold around her face. She looked so soft and cuddly like this that it made Lena’s breath catch, as the knowledge of what it would be like to wake up with Kara (not just beside her, but with Kara) hit her squarely in the chest.

‘Good morning...’

For a few indulgent heartbeats she let herself imagine pulling Kara in close for a morning cuddle while she was still all snuggly and drowsy like this. Kissing the golden tangle of her hair, then tilting her chin up to kiss her lips…

She pulled back from the thought before it could travel any further along this dangerous, tantalising road and stretched, the movement causing Kara to shift away just enough to allow Lena to think about something other than how cute she looked when she had just woken up.

‘How are you feeling today? Any bad dreams?’

‘Nope. I thought I would have, but I guess I felt safe with you being here... Thanks for looking after me last night.’

‘Always.’

The word slipped out so naturally that it was a moment before Lena realised everything it implied. Always. Not just until Kara’s memories were back. Not just if they worked out their differences and found a way to be together afterwards. No matter how bitterly they might fight, if Kara truly needed her she knew now that she would be there. Always.

‘So, what do you need today to help you start to recover?’

‘Huh? What do you mean recover? I’m not sick!’

Kara sounded genuinely puzzled, as if she hadn’t been caught in the grips of a terror so strong that she had barely been able to perceive her surroundings a few hours earlier. Lena answered carefully, not sure if Kara was just trying to put the whole experience behind her, and not wanting to push her too far if she wasn’t ready to engage with it.

‘No, I know you’re not sick, but last night was pretty traumatic for you, so I thought you might need a bit of support to deal with that...’

Before she was even done Kara was laughing, waving the suggestion away as if she had implied she might need to go to the ER for a scraped knee.

‘Oh, that! Lena, that was just a panic attack. I told you, I get them sometimes when I get claustrophobic, it’s not a big deal. I’m totally fine now. No more tight space, no more panic. Simple!’

‘Just a panic attack? Kara, you were petrified. And what you told me about the dream you had… it seemed a lot more that.’

She shrugged. ‘Okay, so I guess I panic big, I don’t know. I’m fine now though.’

‘Do you remember what happened in the dream journey with Nia?’

‘Sure. I tried to crawl through a tunnel and it was really small, and I got kind of claustrophobic. I guess I must have been breathing fast or something because you noticed and woke me up, and then I cried on you a bit, and then we went to bed. I’m sorry if asking you to stay over made it seem like a bigger deal than it was – it was just nice to have someone else here is all.’

While Kara’s version of events could loosely have been said to have described what happened the night before, it did not at all tally with the intensity Lena remembered. So how was Kara talking about it so casually? How did she seem so completely unaffected mere hours after coming out of the most horrific confrontation of every moment of pain and terror Supergirl had ever faced?

Oh.

Every terror Supergirl had faced.

Could it be that what Kara had experienced in the dream-space was close enough to being a Kryptonian memory that her mind had rejected it, to be replaced with the much more every day human explanation of a claustrophobic panic attack? Lex’s barrier was clever, she had to give him that. Twisted, cruel and evil, but clever. To get back to herself Kara would have to break through all of that pain and fear in a single push, or every failed attempt would simply add another layer to the wall between her human and kryptonian memories.

She reached up a hand to rub at her temple, trying to puzzle it all through and come up with a way their new insight might help them beat this, but as soon as the covers fell away Kara gasped.

‘Your arms! Oh my god, did someone hurt you? Who did this?’

Lena looked down at her own arms to see that the bruises that had been starting to surface the evening before had turned dark over night, blooming into a vivid purple-pansy ring around each forearm, ugly and shocking against her pale skin.

‘Oh. No, no one, it’s nothing Kara.’

She tried to tuck them back out of sight under the covers, but Kara didn’t let her. She pulled the blankets right off her so she could see properly, sucking air through her teeth in a pained hiss as the undeniable evidence came back into view.

‘It’s not nothing, you’re covered in bruises…’

Kara took hold of the arm closest to her very gently, cradling it with one hand and tracing over the marks on her inner forearm with the other. Her touch was so feather-light it was barely there, and yet it made Lena shiver at the unexpected intimacy of the contact against such a sensitive part of her skin.

‘They’re finger marks, what-’

Then the realisation hit her, and Kara let go of her immediately, looking like she might be sick.

‘Oh. Oh Lena. I grabbed your arms last night. Did I do this to you?’

‘No… well… not really. It’s not as bad as it looks.’

‘I did. I hurt you. Oh God, I am so, so, so sorry, I can’t believe I did that to you. How could I have done that?’

Kara looked down at her own hands as if they didn’t belong to her, holding them away from her body like she might be able to detach them altogether for daring to harm Lena, no matter that it had been accidental and in the midst of visceral panic. Lena reached out to gather them into her own and pressed them gently, just barely resisting the temptation to give them an absolving kiss.

‘Darling, it’s truly fine. It wasn’t your fault, it’s just the way I’m built – my skin marks if my bra’s too tight, let alone at a firm hold. I know it looks bad, but it doesn’t even hurt, and it was a total accident. There’s nothing to feel sorry about.’

It wasn’t true that Lena bruised particularly easily, or that the marks didn’t hurt. But it was a kind lie, and one that Kara needed right now, because without remembering how bad her fear had truly been she had no other way of rationalising to herself how this had happened.

Kara was still staring at the livid marks as if she could feel the pain of them on her own skin, her telltale worry-crinkle clearly in evidence between her eyebrows, though she looked a tiny bit less sick.

‘Kara, if it was the other way round and I had accidentally bruised you, would you be mad at me for it?’

‘Well no, of course not. I know you wouldn’t hurt me on purpose.’

‘Exactly. So please stop worrying.’

The crinkle smoothed out, mostly.

‘At least let me make you breakfast to make up for it?’

Lena relaxed, glad to be back on safe ground.

‘Breakfast would be great. What were you thinking of making?’

‘I actually don’t have that much in so we may be a tiny bit limited on choice until I next have a chance to go grocery shopping... But I could do pancakes?’

‘Sure, I’m up for pancakes.’

‘Awesome, I am amazing at pancakes.’

The regret was still there beneath the layer of determined cheer, but after another glance down at the purple marks Kara tore her eyes away and met Lena’s with something approaching her usual sunny smile.

‘One short stack coming right up.’

Kara headed straight to the kitchen without bothering to change or try to tame the wild lion’s mane of her hair after a night of unsettled sleep, and it felt so incredibly domestic that Lena was momentarily incapacitated by the wave of melancholy longing that swept over her at the sight. This could have been her life. Maybe, if she had done things differently from the beginning, or if Kara had, this could have been what she woke up to every morning.

Lena allowed herself a few moments to wallow in the bittersweet ache of the thought, then she pulled herself together and got up, pausing only to grab the robe from the back of the bedroom door on her way out. She wanted to cover up the bruises on her arms so that Kara would stop looking at her like she thought she had broken her, and could always claim to be cold if asked. Right now Lena didn’t want to think about anything more than Saturday morning pancakes. Saturday morning pancakes, and making Kara’s smile reach her eyes.

There would be time enough time later to worry about everything else.

‘I don’t have any packet mix so I’m going to go from scratch. Six eggs is enough, right?’

‘Six? That is way too many eggs Kara!’

‘Are you sure?’

Lena rolled her eyes and hurried through to join Kara in the kitchen before she could use up an entire carton of eggs on pancakes for two people. Kara Danvers was many wonderful things, but an accomplished chef was not one of them.

She arrived to find that in the minute or so she had been out of sight, Kara had already tipped half a packet of flour and a lake of milk into a large mixing bowl, and was now merrily cracking eggs on top with far more enthusiasm than finesse, though she did fish out the bits of shell that fell into the mixture before she started stirring.

‘Exactly how many pancakes were you planning on making?’

‘I’m hungry! And there’s no such thing as too many pancakes.’

‘Okay… well why don’t you at least let me help you with that?’

She held out her hand for the bowl, but Kara hugged it to her chest with one arm and tried to shoo her away with the other.

‘Nope, absolutely not. I’m making you breakfast, remember? That was the deal. You can go and relax, I’ll let you know when they’re done.’

‘If I’m not allowed to help, can’t I just stay here and talk to you while you’re working?’

At least that way she would be close enough to head off any major crises.

And she’d get to watch Kara being an adorable disaster.

‘Okay, you can stay, but no helping. If you so much as try to wash a dish I am banishing you to the couch.’

‘Duly noted, I will be the most useless, in the way visitor ever to grace your kitchen.’

‘That’s all I ask.’

Kara did her best to stir the over-filled bowl of batter, but it wasn’t combining properly, the mixture staying resolutely lumpy under her whisk.

‘I’m going to get the electric mixer. I’m putting the bowl down, but don’t stir it.’

‘Yes ma’am.’

That promise became harder to keep when Kara started trying to fit together the electric mixer. It was clearly not an appliance she used very often, and it took her a good five minutes to track down the right attachments and work out how to slot them into the machine. All the while Lena stood a pace behind her, biting her lip to keep from offering to take over (after all, if there was one thing Lena Luthor was good at, it was figuring out machines). She held out for what felt to her like an extremely respectable amount of time, but at last she couldn’t take it anymore.

‘Kara, couldn’t I just-’

‘Nope! And that’s your second warning Ms Luthor, one more and you’re benched.’

‘Is that right?’

‘Afraid so. You looked after me last night, so now I’m looking after you, no arguments.’

So she let Kara bash away at the mixer and instead leaned back against the counter to watch her. She had to admit, much as she adored Kara dorky and sweet, she liked her assertive too. It was… appealing (it was attractive). Kara had pushed the sleeves of her pajamas up above her elbows, and in spite of her fumbling there was an assurance in the way she moved, forearms flexing as she tilted the mixer this way and that to find the space where the paddle slotted. She somehow managed to look competent and strong even as she made a mess of a simple kitchen task, and Lena was almost disappointed when the job was finished and Kara stood back triumphantly, holding out her hand for the mixing bowl. Lena passed it over, stepped close to witness the moment of triumph.

With a quick flick, Kara turned the dial up to full power, and the mixer whirred abruptly into life, its not-quite-fully-submerged whisk attachment hitting the edge of the off-centre bowl with an angry clatter that set the whole thing wobbling alarmingly. With the whisk now hitting it side-on, the batter surged up over the tilted edge in a wave, coating the table, the floor and both of them with a generous spattering of raw mixture.

‘Argh!’

Lena leaned over to yank the plug form the wall, wondering if this would count as ‘helping’ and get her banished, but it seemed that stopping a tidal wave of pancake batter from engulfing the entire kitchen was allowed.

‘Sorrysorryssorry! I can’t believe I just did that. Oh look at you, you’re covered.’

Kara passed over a clean dish towel, and Lena used it to wipe the worst of the batter off her face with a rueful little laugh.

‘At least you made plenty of extra, so we can afford to lose a bit.’

‘That is a very generous way of looking at the fact that I just half drowned you in goop. Are you sure you don’t want to go and sit over there, out of the splash zone?’

‘Nope, we’re in this together now. Besides, I think that’s the riskiest part done with. What’s left looks pretty well mixed.’

‘It had better be. No way I’m turning that thing on again.’

The remainder of the process actually went comparatively smoothly, and after another quick stir with a regular whisk Kara fried the first pancake without incident (wisely opting to turn it using a spatula rather than attempting to toss it, though she had looked briefly tempted). Once it was an even golden brown she tipped it carefully onto a plate, added a knob of butter and a drizzle of maple syrup, then handed it to Lena with a flourish.

‘Voila, breakfast is served!’

Lena took the offered plate while Kara poured a second ladleful of mixture into the pan, and examined it. It actually did look very pancake-like. If she hadn’t been here to watch the process, she would never have known that Kara didn’t make them every weekend.

Then she took her first bite.

...And immediately ran to the trash can to spit it out.

‘Oh my god. Kara what did you put in these?’

Kara looked surprised, and a bit hurt.

‘Nothing! I mean, nothing weird, I followed the recipe. Is it really that bad?’

‘Try it.’

Kara took the fork from her and cut herself a bite of pancake. Lena watched her as the syrup hit her tongue and Kara shrugged at her, not getting it. Then she chewed, choked, and rushed to spit the mouthful back out just as Lena had.

‘OH MY GOD.’

‘What is that?’

‘It is the worst thing I have ever put in my mouth.’

Despite the lingering bitter taste on her own tongue, Lena couldn’t help smirking at Kara’s disgusted expression. She was staring at the pancake as if she couldn’t believe that something that was meant to be so delicious could betray her like this.

‘But I followed the recipe!’

‘Is there any chance that you might have mistaken a tbsp for a tsp when you were measuring the baking powder?’

Kara looked crestfallen for a moment, then sheepish.

‘Um… well that would be a really stupid mistake to make. I don’t think that sounds like something I would do... Maybe the flour’s out of date or something?’

‘Mmhmm, that sounds plausible.’

‘Extremely plausible.’

‘So… you’re amazing at pancakes?’

‘I did say that, didn’t I? Well. I’m amazing at eating pancakes. I kind of assumed that that would translate to making them better than it did.’

She wasn’t sure which of them broke first, but in another moment they were both laughing, clinging to each other for support as they took in the total disaster of Kara’s culinary efforts. It was at this precise moment that they were interrupted by the sound of a key in the door, followed quickly by the appearance of Alex, laden down with a large paper bag and a cardboard tray of coffee cups.

‘Hey, I thought I’d drop round and check how you... were… doing?’

Her gentle ‘talking to an invalid’ tone petered out into a question mark as she came in further and caught sight of them, still arm in arm and grinning at each other like idiots amidst the mess of their attempted pancakes.

‘Um. WHAT is happening.’

‘Alex, hey! Come join us!’

‘Yes Alex, come and try one of these delicious pancakes Kara made.’

Beside her Kara cracked up all over again, and Alex’s eyebrows shot up at this further irrefutable proof of her sister so clearly not having a post trauma breakdown. She mouthed a silent ‘what??’ at Lena, but there was no way for her to explain in front of Kara, and she just shrugged helplessly while Kara nudged her playfully in the ribs for her suggestion.

‘DO NOT try the pancakes. They were… not my best effort.’

‘Yeah I see that… what happened?’

‘Kara didn’t let me help, that’s what happened.’

‘I wanted to make you breakfast!’

Alex shook her head at both of them, like a half exasperated, half amused adult walking in on a pair of children getting into mischief.

‘Well, you sure made something. Luckily for you guys I am the best sister ever, and I brought bagels. I thought you might not be up for much cooking after last night. And apparently I was right, even if not in the way I expected.’

‘After last night? Lena! You tattled on me to my big sister??’

‘Oh. I…um...’

Kara didn’t sound seriously angry, but Lena felt her cheeks heating all the same. Because yes, she had told Alex about Kara’s melt down. Of course she had. And worse, they regularly talked about how Kara was doing in much more detail than she would normally consider acceptable to discuss a mutual friend behind her back, but… they had to. If they were going to help her get her memories back, they had to talk about how she was dealing with their treatment attempts in order to move forwards. When Kara knew the full story she would understand that, but there was no way to fully explain now, especially when she had so completely recategorised last night in her mind.

However, Alex thankfully jumped in to let Lena off the hook before the silence could get too awkward.

‘Nia called me after she left. She said you seemed pretty upset, and was worried you’d be cross with her for asking you to do the dream journey.’

‘Oh no, poor Nia, of course I’m not cross with her! I’d better call her after breakfast… it must have looked scary to her, but it was seriously no big deal, it was just the old claustrophobia thing and I had a panic attack. It was nothing. Right Lena?’

Both Danvers sisters turned to Lena, and, not knowing what else to do, she nodded.

‘Sure... Kara, is something burning?’

‘Argh I forgot the second pancake!’

Kara ran back to the stove and switched it off, then went to open a window to let out the smoke that was billowing up from the charred remains of attempt number two. Lena took the opportunity to shake her head quickly and mouthed ‘later’ at Alex, trying to convey that there was more to the story, but it would have to wait until they could talk privately. Alex gave a brisk little nod of understanding, then put the subject aside as she came over to deposit her bag and cups on the cleanest bit of table she could find.

‘Okay, who wants bagels? Lena, I pegged you for a smoked salmon and cream cheese kinda gal, but I also have an everything with everything, a cinnamon raisin or a peanut butter chocolate chip.’

‘The salmon will be fine, thank you.’

‘Cool. Kara, I got the everything and the peanut butter chocolate with you in mind, but I don’t mind switching if you want cinnamon raisin.’

‘Nope I’m happy. We should probably clean up a little in here first though, if the batter dries it’s going to be impossible to get it off.’

Alex looked around, taking in the full extent of the mess with a low whistle.

‘You are not wrong, this place is a wreck. And did you pour a ladle full directly over Lena’s chest? How do you even get that much batter down the front of a robe by accident?’

Lena glanced down at herself and discovered that Alex had a point. Clearly when Kara had turned on the electric mixer she had been more directly in the splatter zone than she had realised, and now kind of looked as though she had thrown up all over herself. Even though she knew she hadn’t, the thought was unpleasant enough that she immediately shrugged out of the soiled robe, intending to rinse off the worst of the floury paste before it had a chance to harden or clog up Kara’s washing machine, but Alex didn’t move out of the way of the sink to let her.

She was staring at Lena with a look of incredulous delight.

‘Oh my god.’

‘What?’

‘Ohmygodohmygodohmygodohmygod.’

Then Lena remembered her pink and white marshmallow pajamas, and winced.

‘Do not.’

‘I can’t help it. You look like one of those valentines candy hearts.’

‘They’re Kara’s. I didn’t exactly come round prepared to stay over and I had to borrow something to sleep in.’

Alex wasn’t listening, too caught up in her utter glee over what she was seeing.

‘Like a little puff of cotton candy! Can I please please take your photo like this??’

‘Absolutely NOT.’

‘Oh go on. I want to set it to pop up whenever you call me.’

‘That’s it, I’m getting dressed.’

‘It’s too late now, I’ve seen it. Next time you go all scary-Lena I’m just going to picture you in your jammies with pancake batter smeared on your cheeks.’

Lena fled the room before Alex could whip out her phone to take the threatened photo, but she could still hear the sound of her cackling even once the bathroom door was firmly closed behind her, as well as Kara’s more quietly amused admonishments to her sister.

She was never going to live this down.

[avatarl0v3r]

Hi hi! I absolutely love your writing. Would you be able to do an Aonung x Omatikaya! Fem!reader with kind of an enemies to lovers vibe but really it’s just the reader being to stubborn/blind to see that Aonung is flirting?

Thank you so much i try really hard in my writing but yes. yes i can write this one

Blind

Ao’nungxFem!Omatikaya!Reader

Requested:yes

index:reader is adopted into the sully family Ao’nung attempts to flirt with her but the reader doesn’t notice because she’s blind to it and stubborn the sullys adopted her a few months after Neteyam was born

You all arrive on the shore of the village you’re father said you and the family were going to.

You hop off of Na’yi (na-ye) landing on your feet Tuk ran over to you grabbing a hold of your hand you smiled at her and walked to were your father was standing stopping to stand next to Neteyam, Tuk still having a hold on your hand.

Many Na’vi you’ve never seen before started to flood the area you and your family were standing Tuk leaning closer to you and squeezing your hand tighter and holding onto your leg you squeeze her hand back “It’ll be okay Tuk” you said not knowing if it was a truth or a lie.

What seemed to be the two leaders walked up to your dad “I see you” the man did the same.

after a few minutes of talked a boy and his friend who seemed the same age as you and Neteyam went over to Lo’ak and pulled his tail your guessing his sister told him to stop he then walked up to Na’yi and you watched him closely he went to touch her and right before he could touch her you grabbed his wrist and pushed it away harshly “Do not touch her.” you said very sternly your dad turned to your mom “Shes just like you” Neytiri smiled.

After a few more moments the girl who’s named you found to Tiserya showed you to where you’d be staying once your family was situated you sat down Tuk behind you braiding your hair your hair was different then the rest of your family it was curly instead of straight it makes sense seeing as your mother was friends with Neytiri before she passed and her and Jake adopted you, you grew up knowning they adopted you but they were still your mom and dad even if not by blood.

You’re dad went on about how we have to get used to leaving here “I don’t want to be here I want to go home” you said looking at him “I know but this is to protect us remember what i always say Sullys stick together” everyone repeated you said it less interested after everyone “Sullys stick together” you sigh and looked away from everyone.

Soon Tuk had finish braiding your hair and you hugged her telling her you loved it feeling a bit home sick you decided to find Na’yi and take her for a ride “Y/n,” you turned around “sis where are you going” you smiled at him Neteyam always cared for you and you and him were always close you were close to Lo’ak and Kiri too but Neteyam and Tuk were the two people you were really close too “Well if you would like to know i’m taking Na’yi on a ride,” you said starting to walk again “would you like to join me?” Neteyam smiled and followed.

You and him both walked passed Ao’nung and his friend Ao’nung stared at you Roxto slapping him asking him why he was staring to which he ignored “Let’s follow them.”

Finally you could feel Na’yi was near by and you called for her your call for her was almost like a quiet war cry but not quite a cry she flew down Neteyams following after her Ao’nung stared in shock for he had never seen these creatures and for him with being a land animal they were very big.

you smiled to Neteyam and told him with your eyes you two were being watched this was something you both did growing up no even Lo’ak, or Kiri can understand it he nodded and hopped on the back of his Ikran your doing the same you took off with her you and Neteyam flew next to each other Neteyam noticed you were said “Wanna race?” you side eyed hun “Please, i’ll kick you ass like always” he laughed and took off you following very close.

after the long ran you both landed back on the shore you arrived on Ao’nung walking up “So this is what the weirdos do when bored right their little birds” he said walking towards you to which you rolled your eyes ignoring his comment “Hey you know what would be cool letting me ride that thing” you looked at him “Na’yi isn’t a thing she’s a creature and besides you couldn’t ride her” he looked somewhat confused but hid it quickly “And why couldn’t I” Neteyam knew you were protective of Na’yi and it took him awhile to even convince you to let him ride her with you.

“I don’t trust people with Na’yi and besides she thinks you’re weak and not worthy enough” he looked offended “how do you know” you smirked “You didn’t look her in her eye it’s a sign of weakness to her” you smiled and sent her off to where you and Neteyam had found he and walked off Ao’nung watching as you left.

“Damn she showed your blue ass no mercy tryna get a ride with her on her…uh flying thing” Ao’nung looked at Roxto “Shut the fuck up” and he started to walk away Roxto laughing as he jogs to catch up.

As you and Neteyam walked around he looked at you, you only looking ahead “You know i think Ao’nung is attempting to flirt with my stubborn sister” you raised a eyebrow “I’m sorry what. no mhm no way” you laughed rolling your eyes “I don’t know sis you pretty stubborn to things like this” you looked at him offended “Am not” he laughed “So many guys have been into you and you ignored their flirting to where they gave up Ao’nung hasn’t we’ve been her for almost a full day and he hasn’t given up yet” you roll your eyes still walking away from him “Fuck you” as you flip him off.

After being there for awhile you got used to it you still were home sick tiserya and Lo’ak had something bc going one Neteyam was well Neteyam you were still being blind do Ao’nungs flirting with you “Y/n” you turned to Ao’nung who you had grow to become friends with “Hm?” “Please can I ride Na’yi with you” you rolled you eyes “Yea sure whatever if it will get you to shut up.”

You lead Ao’nung to Na’yi and you got on her Ao’nung right behind you and you took off once he was secured he was screaming while you were laughing “Your not scared of height are you fish boy?” you got a scream in reply making you laugh and taking her lower “This is awesome but being up high is just a big ass fuck no for me” you rolled your eyes “This is nothing compared to flying in the forest” you sat there just flying Na’yi straight ahead thinking about home and everything that had happened wanting to go back to the forest you missed running through the trees and jumping from tree to tree mainly running through the forest past eclipse Ao’nung notice and apologize you didn’t respond only landing bacj at the village and heading back to the hut.

A few weeks later Ao’nung finally got tired of you ignoring his flirting and just told you “Y/n we need to talk” you were confused and followed him “What is it?” he sighed “I can’t keep being your friend” you looked shocked at what you were hearing “Why not?” he looked away somewhat in embarrassed by what he was about to say “Because i have feelings for you” you looked at him smiling “Holy shit you scared me you bitch,” you said punching his arm “i thought it was something bad” he looked at you serious “I’m not kidding Y/n” you looked him in his eyes “I know your not Ao’nung i have feelings too” he looked at you wide eyed “Wait fr?” “yea i mean i have for a little bit but yeah i do.”

He stood there looking at you in shock you smiled and it started to get weird how he was staring so you kissed him he kissed back “I’m in shock roght now” you laughed “I can tell.”

[earthtoharlow]

Teach Me Concept: Jayla's Prom! 🥹💕

AN: loved this idea and I could not stop writing so it’s kinda long 🥹🫶

Series Masterlist

“Thank you for doing my makeup, ma” Jayla said as Ariel was finishing up her makeup. Tonight was her senior prom, and it was sure to be a night to remember.

“Anything for my first born.” Ariel said while touching up her lip gloss. Jayla couldn’t help but smile loving how Ariel considered her, her first child despite having the twins.

Jayla’s mind eventually started drifting off, while she was excited for Prom she was nervous. She was going to Prom with the most popular guy in school, Cameron Summers. The two never ran into the same circles at school, but it wasn’t until they were partnered up for their chemistry project that they started talking and became friends.

Their conversation quickly went from chemistry to innocent flirting. At first, Jayla didn’t think much of it until he nervously asked her out to prom, saying he was really starting to like her. Suddenly everything mattered to her and was important. Makeup, outfit, hair etc had to be on point.

She started biting her lip nervously, what if asking her out was some sick joke or bet, like how it plays out in books and movies? What if he really gets to know her, and Cameron decides that he doesn’t find her funny and interesting anymore? What if…

Jayla’s what ifs were cut off by Ariel’s voice. “Okay, what’s going on in that head of yours?”

Jayla raised an eyebrow wondering how she knew she was overthinking.

“Don’t look so shocked, I’ve been part of your life for far too long to not know that you always play with your KY necklace when you’re nervous.”

She immediately dropped the necklace from her hands and placed them in her lap and signed.

“I’m just thinking about Cameron…and this whole night in general.” Jayla said. She just wanted this night to go perfect. “What if Cameron realizes he doesn’t really like me?” Jayla continued.

Putting the makeup down she was holding in her hands on the vanity, Ariel pulled Jayla from her stool and drags her to the mirror in her bedroom.

“First, I just want to say that you look beautiful. Second, I’ve met Cameron when he would come over to work on that project and he had this silly love sick look on his face every time you spoke.”

“Really?” Jayla questioned not sure if she believed her or not

“Yeah, I thought I was going to have to give him a bib just in case he started drooling!” Ariel and Jayla laughed at the thought of that.

“But, seriously you don’t have anything to worry about. You have a pure and kind heart. Cameron would be an idiot to not like you. This is going to be a night to remember, don’t forget to have fun!”

Jayla’s shoulders dropped as she relaxed. Talking to her mom always made her feel better. Turning around she gave Ariel a loving hug, pulling away when she heard the doorbell.

“Ma, please hurry and get the door, you know how dad and Uncle Urb is!” Jayla said wide eyed.

“I got you, I’ll make sure they don’t scare him away!” She said as she quickly left the room.

***

Jack and Urban opened the door and looked at the nervous young teen up and down. Both could definitely tell he was a jock in the school.

“Hello, Mr. Harlow.” The young man squeaked out Jack couldn’t help but smile to himself, happy to know that he intimated the teen.

Cameron stood up straighter and held out his hand for Jack to shake. Jack stood there with his arms crossed, just to make him sweat a bit. Urban did the same, giving the teen a hard stare.

The teen awkwardly put his arm back to his side, and bounced on his toes.

Jack loudly cleared his throat, “What do you like about my daughter?”

“And you better answer correctly.” Urban added

Cameron rubbed the back of his neck nervously as he spoke.”Well, we’ve only been talking for a couple months but Jay…”

He was cut off by Urban, “Her name is Jayla.”

Cameron quickly nodded his head before continuing “Sorry, sir. Jayla is very smart, driven, and passionate. She’s the girl I look forward to talking and hanging out with during lunch and free periods…—“

Jack and Urban looked at each other as Cameron continued to ramble with a spark in his eye. They came with a silent agreement that Cameron was a good kid.

“Hey hey! You can stop with your ramblings. I get it.” Jack said with a playful eye roll and a sigh.”

He reached out his hand for Cameron to shake. He tightened his grip on the teen's hand when he tried to pull away. Cameron winced at the tight grip.

“Just don’t hurt her okay?” Jack said with a big almost evil smile

Just as Cameron was about to reply, Ariel came squeezing past Jack and Urban. “Move it!”

They both stepped back.

“Nice to see you again, Cameron”

“Wait, you’ve met him before?!” Jack said from behind her

“Shut up, Jackman.” Ariel said with a smile, not even bothering to turn around.

She guided Cameron through the house, ignoring the looks from Jack and Urban. “Don’t let them scare you, they’re all bark no bite.”

“HEY!”

“Jayla will be down in just a minute.” Just as she spoke, she saw that sparkle come back to Cameron’s eyes, his mouth wide open this time, she knew Jayla was at the top of the steps.

She looked gorgeous with her curls pinned up, she wore a beautiful teal evening gown that had butterflies all over it. It reminded Jack so much of her butterfly themed birthday party from when she was younger.

Cameron reached his hand out for Jayla to grasp on to as she made it to the bottom of the staircase. “Wow, I don’t know what to say, you look amazing.”

Jayla’s face warmed as he took a step back to take her in. “Thank you, Cam. You look very handsome.” Cameron slid on a matching butterfly corsage on her wrist while Jayla pinned the butterfly boutonnière to his jacket.

They turned back towards the parents when they heard sniffling from behind them. Jack, Ariel and Urban were all cuddled up in a hug watching the teens interact with tears in all their eyes.

Jayla immediately rolled her eyes. “Guys, stop that please.” Before giving Cameron an apologetic smile.

“Sorry, you know I have allergies” Urban spoke first

“Yeah, uh you know I’m always getting something in my bad eye.” Jack added.

Ariel fanned her face to try to get rid of the tears. “C’mon, pose nice for us so we can get some photos.”

Jayla and Cameron smiled as Urban began taking pictures of them together. The photos ended up taking longer because Ariel wanted to take some using her phone. 20 minutes later Jayla was begging them to let her leave.

“Ok, ok I’m done I promise. You two go have fun! Call me if you need anything!” Ariel said as she walked the teens out.

“Cameron, I want her home by 10:30, no later!”

“DAD!”

Ariel hit her husband on the chest. “Ignore him, sweetie! Be home by 1AM!” She said with a wave

“1AM are you crazy?!”

“Shut up, and get in the house Jackman!”

[ilikemicrowaves]

I got bored and started writing Ragatha venting to Pomni. Uhhh, you can see it as ragapom if you want, and it doesn't have a title, so uhmm.. here we go

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Pathetic. Crying like a little baby in the corner again. She was always miserable in her room alone, especially after a long day, like now.

"I don't know how much longer I can take this..." She cried into her hands with a shaky, stuttering voice.

She continued to sob into her palms, getting her cloth hands and dress wet, as she leaned against the cold wall tensed up with her knees to her chest.

She was uncomfortable, with her elbow developing a bruise from being pushed against the wall.

Tears fell down her soft red cheeks and down her chin. She didn't bother wiping them away, more would just run down.

"Ragatha..?" A high pitched but soft voice called. She looked up and saw the jester. She hadn't realized she had came into her room, or how long she had been standing there.

"I'm sorry, is this a bad time?" She said. "I can..you know...Leave if you'd like."

"Oh, Pomni, you're fine, I just wasn't expecting company." She managed, voice brittle and breathy. "I only came to check on you, with what happened with today..." Pomni Whispered.

"Do you want me to leave..?" She asked.

She wanted to be left alone, but part of her wanted Pomni to stay. And that part of her gripped at her chest and scrapped at her insides.

"No." She blurted on accident before clearing her throat, "No," She said softer but shrill. "Company would be nice.." She gestured to her side, patting the wood floor for Pomni to sit with her.

Pomni joined her on the floor and sat by her side with a concerned expression and arched brows. "Are you, okay?" She asked.

Ragatha took a deep breath and tried to exhale slowly before rushing it out from crying.

"No.." She managed before starting to sob again. "Honestly, I just hate to admit it..." She squeaked and began to cry into her hands again.

"I always try to stay positive and reassuring, but I know, and they know, so what's the point anymore?" She cried. "And with Kaufmo gone–its like my only support vanished!" She hiccuped and wiped a few tears from her face with her arm.

Pomni crossed her legs and tilted her head to peer at Ragatha. "At- atleast you're trying." She said after a moment before pausing. "When I got here... you were the only one who tried helping me." She said. "The others were kind of, negative."

Ragatha sighed, "I just don't know how much longer I can take it here...I was on edge even with Kaufmo by my side, but before he abstracted he started to hang out with Jax more often and it kind of was just me somedays when they went to start some trouble.." She said. "Now that he's gone...Apart of me is gone too, and–" she stopped to see Pomni looking into her eyes with dilated pupils, large and round like a piece of hard candy.

"I'm sorry I started rambling again.." She tried apologizing.

"Wa- why are you apologizing?" Pomni asked.

"I don't want to be a burden..." She mumbled and turned her head to the corner.

There was a pause, Ragatha didn't know how Pomni was responding but she didn't dare turn her head to face her.

"A burden..?" She suddenly said. "I took time out of my day to talk to you and make sure you were okay, your not a burden." Pomni Reassured.

Ragatha met her eyes, and started to form a smile before she started to get teary eyed again. She couldn't really help herself, but she grabbed Pomni and hugged her. "Thank you.." She whimpered.

"I– um.. Your welcome.." She felt Pomni slowly raise her hand to pat her back. She could tell Pomni wasn't comfortable.

She let go, "I'm sorry, was that to forward?" She asked embarrassed.

"No your fine, I'm just not really a, touchy, person." She explained.

"My apologies, sweetheart." She said retreating back to the corner. "I'm just a little ditzy at the moment."

"That's okay,"

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Yippie, you made it to the end^^ Not much to say, but thanks for reading it. It only took like an hour to write, so it's not much.

[lavellenchanted]

💙 + japril?

💙 Drunken Kiss

"Has anyone ever told you that your eyes are the prettiest shade of blue?"

Jackson - who has, in fact, been told that before and usually reacts with a laugh or maybe a wink - isn't quite sure why hearing that from April makes him feel so flustered. Maybe it's because she's staring up at him in a wide-eyed, wondering sort of way, something soft and vulnerable in her face.

It's not something he wants to look at too closely, though, so for now he simply shoves it to one side and focuses down on his roomate and the empty bottle of wine on the couch beside her.

"April, are you drunk?"

"They are. Like a really soft duck egg blue. Although in some lights they look kind of green, did you know that?"

He also puts to one side the notion that she's been making some kind of study of his eyes. "April."

"Yes, I'm drunk. So what? It's New Year's Eve. Aren't you supposed to get drunk on New Year's Eve? Aren't you drunk?"

She's got a point. Jackson is lightly buzzed after a glass or two of champagne, but he had those at his mother's lavish party where there were also plenty of canapes being served, while it looks to him like April's been getting drunk by herself with only their TV for company.

"Okay, let me rephrase. Why have you been getting drunk here instead of elsewhere? Didn't you have a party to go to, at a friend's?"

He knows she did, because she's still wearing the short, green silk dress she had picked out for it, although her hair's not quite as neat as it was a few hours ago and she's kicked off her high heels. But she still looks good; Jackson had to try very hard not to notice how long her legs looked in that dress earlier, and it's even harder now when he's got a couple of drinks in him.

April looks away from him, her bottom lip sticking out in a pout that he briefly thinks is adorable before he shakes himself out of it.

"C'mon, April."

She sighs and flops back in her seat. "I did. I went for a bit. It sucked."

He sits down beside her, tilting his head questioningly. "How so?"

For a moment he thinks she's not going to answer and then, "Everyone was coupled up except me. I was literally the only person there without a date. Everyone was going to have a kiss at midnight except me. I decided I'd rather come home and get drunk enough to forget I was alone."

"Oh." Jackson doesn't really know what to say that, because he wasn't alone tonight - although honestly he doesn't know that it much of a step up because he's not actually sure what her name was and although he did kiss her at midnight she ended up leaving the party with someone else.

"Yeah, I know, I'm pathetic."

She's running a finger round the edge of her wine glass, her eyes downcast, and she looks so goddamn sad he can't stand it. He wants to do something, anything, to make her feel better.

"You're not pathetic, April. You're not. Who the fuck cares if you didn't have a date on New Year's Eve? You're an incredible surgeon who saves lives every day, you're smart and funny and fun. You're amazing. And there's someone out there who will see that and think he's the luckiest guy in the world to be with you."

"You really think that?" When she looks up at him, tears glinting along her lashes, something twists in his stomach.

"Yeah, I really do. C'mon, let's get some sleep. You'll feel better in the morning."

Nodding, she lets him pull her up and usher her across the apartment to her room; he can already see her drooping, tiredness starting to drape across her shoulders like a physical weight.

". . . thanks, Jackson," she whispers, turning to open the door, but at the last minute an insane urge takes him and he grabs her hand and pulls her back.

"Hey." Gently, he lifts her chin and then bends down to press a soft kiss to her lips. It's not quite as coordinated as he might have liked since they're both drunk; their teeth clack together and he can taste the wine she's been drinking, but somehow it sets his heart beating faster than any kiss he can remember having.

He puts it down to the champagne and pulls back. "Happy New Year, April."

Her face is flushed, and that wondering look is back in her eyes. His gut clenches again.

"Happy New Year, Jackson," she murmurs.

Before he can give into any more stupid impulses, he backs off and heads to his own room - but at the door he stops and glances back. April's just disappearing into her room, but he can see she's lifted a hand to lightly touch her lips.

Jackson's heart is still racing as he shuts the door behind him, and he shakes his head at his own stupidity. What the hell was he doing? That's his best friend, and his roommate. He just . . .

. . . he just wanted to make her feel better.

It's fine, he tells himself. They're both drunk. April probably won't even remember tonight.

And yet, he can't entirely ignore the part of himself that hopes she might.

kiss prompts

[okminer07]

Sneak Peek at Match Beyond Measure Future

Been feeling really down lately and unmotivated so new parts have been taking longer, but I still wanted to give you all something new so here is the first draft of a future scene that I will probably add more to. Not sure if this classifies as smut or anything but small content warning anyway for intimacy I guess.

“You know, I’ve been kind of taking the lead every time. I think it’s about time you get your turn.” her small smirk slid off her face when she was met with silence. 

The bedsprings creaked and the mattress wobbled beneath her as Garret rose slightly. He stared down at her, mouth hanging open as he fumbled for words, “Are….. are you sure?” she nodded.  A ghost of a smile was playing across his lips, “You’re absolutely sure?”  

“Yes, unless you don’t-”  

“No! No. God no,” his cheeks flushed as his eyes shifted away from her, “I just……. I don’t want to overwhelm you.”   

Cecilia also averted her gaze, her heart swelling, “I don’t want you to have to worry about that,” she smiled up at him, “And it won’t be much different from last time, you’ll just……. Be the one calling the shots I guess.”   

Garret looked back down at her, his shock ever so slowly giving way to giddiness, “And you’re okay with that?” she nodded. The small smile on his face grew, yet his eyes still darted around nervously, “You’ll tell me right? If I’m being too much?” she nodded, “At any time, you want me to back off, you’ll let me know?”   

“Yes.”   

He thought for a moment, before he nodded, seemingly more to himself, “Okay, alright.” The mattress shifted once more as he fully sat up, the bedsheets sliding off revealing his bare chest, “Are you uh….. Ready?” Cecilia took a deep breath, laid down, propped herself up with her elbows, and nodded.   

Once she had given him the okay, Garret began to move. The mattress dipped as his massive body rolled off of his side towards her. She jumped when one of his hands came crashing down on her right and looked up to see the view of the ceiling slowly being replaced by a view of his chest as he maneuvered himself over top of her. His other hand came down on her left. Now both of his thick arms surrounded her like great pillars of muscle, fat, and bone.  

Garret scooted back so that she wasn’t just staring up at his pectorals but at his face. His dark hair dangled down over his forehead and his face showed signs of nervousness but also excitement.  

A troubling thought crept into Cecilia’s mind. The horrific image of him losing his balance and his entire body collapsing down onto the mattress, crushing her. She gulped, staring back up into the pair of blue eyes that were fixed upon her. That won’t happen, he wouldn’t let that happen. He gave her another questioning look. She nodded, giving him the okay. 

His arms flexed as he lowered himself down. His face grew bigger and bigger as it got closer and closer. Cecilia’s elbows gave out under her. Her heart was hammering against her ribcage so viciously that she was surprised it wasn’t bursting out of it. She just kept her eyes on Garret, his face now stopping a mere foot above her. He looked her over, the smile on his face faltering slightly at her nervousness. Cecilia tilted her head, smiling up at him before reaching up and placing her hand on the tip of his nose. He went cross-eyed as she gave it a couple pats before he smirked deviously.      

Cecilia had barely any time to react before his lips descended upon her. They slammed into her, knocking the air right out of her lungs. the plush and moist surface of his lips pressed into her, pushing her deeper into the mattress. Her hands shot out and grabbed onto either side of his face.   

Garret breathed, his breath washing over her and ruffling her hair and pajamas. She had half a second to catch her own breath, her heart fluttering and pounding within her chest before he descended back upon her. Cecilia pursed her own lips in an attempt to kiss him back but it was nothing compared to his own all-encompassing ones. He did seem to take notice, letting out a soft moan that reminded her of distant thunder.   

Over and over, he smothered her with kiss after kiss. Cecilia had begun to smile, even giggle as his lips squeezed her.  

Garret suddenly let up, pulling away from her. She gasped for air, adrenaline pumping through her veins. He was also breathing heavily, looking her over once more. His eyes were bright with joy, yet clouded with a touch of worry. He waited for her to catch her breath, seemingly waiting for her to say something. When all she did was smile up at him, he rumbled with giddy laughter. Cecilia nervously chuckled as his face fell into a content smirk.   

One of his hands began to move towards her. She shivered as it slid underneath her, scooping her up. His other hand came up and cupped the other one as he lowered his face closer to her. He cradled her, warmly smiling down at her before he closed his eyes and puckered his lips.

Warmth enveloped her as she was pressed into his palm. Her arms simply fell to her side as she surrendered herself. He kissed her from head to toe, over and over, letting out moans and hums of pleasure that Cecilia reciprocated. She could barely see anything, only getting quick images of Garret’s face before her head was covered up again by his lips.  

The longer he went, the stronger the pressure was against her as he passionately kissed her more and more furiously. She found herself gasping for air more desperately and those windows of time becoming shorter and shorter for her to do so. He nuzzled his nose into her, running it along the curvature of her waist and leaning into her.  

Cecilia’s heart began to murmur, beginning to panic as she was pushed and shoved harder back simply by the force behind his lips against her body. She could barely breathe, barely able to get any air in before it was knocked out of her. Raising her arm, she began to feverishly hit the side of his face and kick her legs, trying to get his attention. He must have mistaken her pleas for something else because the pressure against her increased and he moaned happily.  

She hit the side of his face faster and harder, starting to freak out. What if she suffocated? What if something in her broke? She whimpered in fear at these thoughts, something she hadn’t done in a long time, and that finally got Garret’s attention.   

In an instant he froze, pulling away from her like he had been burned, “I’m sorry! Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”   

Cecilia took a moment to catch her breath, gasping to fill her lungs with some much-needed air, “I’m… I’m fine” She looked up at him, his eyes crinkled with worry as they flicked over her body, examining her for any injuries, “Just had a little trouble breathing.”    

Garret sighed with relief yet still looking a bit ashamed, “I’ll be more careful, I promise.”   

She patted his hand, “You're fine. I enjoyed that.” 

He let out a weak laugh, “Me too, though I think you could tell.” His thumb came up and gently brushed her hair back, “again, sorry if I was being too much”  

Cecilia’s eyes softened. She grabbed hold of this thumb, pulling it towards her and planting a kiss on it, “Not at all.”  

Garret blushed, slowly raising her up to his face and pressing her against his cheek. Cecilia nuzzled herself against this skin, the heat radiating from him feeling relaxing, “I love you.” he breathed.  

She smiled, kissing his cheek, “I love you too big guy.” 

[melodiesandfairywings]

Winx Club ships as Taylor Swift songs

Flora and Helia- Enchanted

Stella and Brandon- Paper Rings

Bloom and Sky- Love story

Tecna and Timmy- Snow on the beach

Aisha and Nabu- Fearless

Musa and Riven- Stay, Stay, Stay

Not going to lie, so many other songs would fit these couples as well.

Reasonings for each

Flora and Helia- Enchanted

This night is sparkling, don't you let it go I'm wonderstruck, blushing all the way home I'll spend forever wondering if you knew I was enchanted to meet you

Okay, so the whole song fits but I loved these lines for them. The whole song is about meeting someone and feeling awed by them. There is a sense of 'will they meet again?" much like when Flora and Helia first met. The whole song is whimsical, sweet and romantic, much like these two.

Stella and Brandon- Paper Rings

"I like shiny things, but I'd marry you with paper rings Uh huh, that's right Darling, you're the one I want, and I hate accidents except when we went from friends to this Uh huh, that's right Darling, you're the one I want"

How does this not scream them? Stella is a princess and loves her sparkly things, but with Brandon she doesn't care; all she wants is him. Plus, there was the whole lying thing and how she found out which fits with the accidents part. Overall, I think it captures them perfectly.

Bloom and Sky- Love Story

"Romeo, take me somewhere we can be alone I'll be waiting, all there's left to do is run You'll be the prince, and I'll be the princess It's a love story, baby, just say yes"

Bloom is 100% taken by the whole magic of princesses and princes, and I think this song hones in on her wide-eyed innonce while still showing how much they love each other. It also even shows how Erendor isn't a fan if you squint, so overall I think it fits them all 100% Tecna and Timmy- Snow on the beach This scene feels like what I once saw on a screen I searched "aurora borealis green" I've never seen someone lit from within Blurring out my periphery" This song shows how both of them are shy, awkward and kind og in disbelief of each other but shows how much they adore each other. It even harkens back to the Omega Dimension, with all the snow, where their love grew stronger. Overall, I love them and think this song shows their bond well.

Aisha and Nabu Well, you stood there with me in the doorway My hands shake, I'm not usually this way but You pull me in and I'm a little more brave It's the first kiss, it's flawless, really somethin' It's fearless This song kinda of shows how neither of them expected to fall in love with each other but it happened anyway. With Nabu by her side, she is even braver than she is alone, and it also shows how she is usually super independent but Nabu brings out a softness in her while still keeping her strength. 10\10 think it suits them.

Musa and Riven- Stay, Stay, Stay I'm pretty sure we almost broke up last night I threw my phone across the room at you I was expecting some dramatic turn away But you stayed

When these two are good, they are my absolute favourite. The lines I just showed fit them perfectly, and show how even though they fight, they fit each other well. The whole song shows their love and how they're imperfect, but their love can smooth their rough edges. There you go! Let me know your thoughts and if you think another T-Swift song fits! I had a hard time choosing but think these all fit well.

[burninlovebutler]

30 - It's Not Living // Forever Winter Series

pairing: austin butler x fem!oc | word count: 2.3k

summary: austin copes with the weight of his bad decisions with the help of a new vice. while aspen remains blinded by her feelings and her own addiction, she invites nox over for an in-house visit to help curb austin's withdrawals.

warnings/notes: drug use lol, withdrawals, addiction, shitty/angry austin, yelling, austin spiraling, nox, sad but important for plot, 18+ MDNI

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-AUSTIN-

I winced when the bright sunshine burned my freshly opened retinas. “Fuck.” I groaned. Once I had gained some more consciousness, I patted around the bed to find it empty. An immediate feeling of relief, then sadness washed over me at the absence. It made me ponder where I stood with Aspen; having her here constantly and being so… needy was suffocating. But on the other hand, it was comforting not being alone. God knows where I’d be without company through this down spiral. It’s not like it was the worst company you could have – she was kind, soft, caring, funny – and the fun we had. Maybe it was just the aftershock from her ‘I love you’ slip.

Suddenly, there was a hunger pain in my stomach and it crept up my ribcage - it climbed up each rib like a ladder until it was curled up in my throat. It wasn’t hunger for food but something else. I pulled myself to the edge of the bed, letting my feet hit the floor and shaking away the gnawing feeling. My nose suddenly scrunched at a familiar sweet scent filling the room. Using both hands to push myself off the mattress, I weakly made my way towards the kitchen.

The minute I rounded the corner I stopped in my tracks. There was Elsie, fluttering around my kitchen. I watched her wavy brown locks bounce as she wiggled a pan then tossed it upwards to flip a pancake in the air.

Pancakes – I knew that I knew that scent, it smelt like home. While having Elsie in my kitchen after everything was jarring, it was also greatly comforting. Maybe this would make everything okay, maybe pancakes could fix this too; they always fixed everything before.

“Els–“ I began but then Aspen abruptly swung the front door open.

“Aspen.” I sighed out, slightly annoyed and anxious.  

She went to the counter and dropped a pile of mail onto the marble. She knitted her brows at my tone, “Yes?”

I gestured my hand over to the kitchen with lifted brows, “Hello?”

She turns to the kitchen and I follow her gaze, we both land on the same thing.

A completely empty black and white kitchen.

“What? I know the muffins aren’t done yet I-” Her voice faltered as she looked back at me, confused. “What’s wrong?”

One thing you could never underestimate is a woman’s intuition – and by the way she looked at me, I knew she knew something was up.

“Oh, oh,” I fake laughed and waved away the question, “Oh nothing.”

She eyed me curiously, “Okay…” Setting her bag on the counter. “Well, I have some bad news – well I have good news and bad news.” She scrunched her face like she was waiting for impact.

“Oh god, what.” I sighed, letting my hands fall to my sides.

“Well… bad news is, that none of the girls at work could get me anything.” She fidgeted with the silver rings wrapped around her boney fingers.

It was too early in the morning for me to be receiving such bad news. “Okay, well what’s the good news?”

She smiled wide, “Nox is coming home sooner than I thought, so he’ll be back and we can re-up then.”

My fingers curled into a tight fist, “How soon.”

The next succession of days blurred together into a fuzzy haze. Aspen had barely left my loft, only for her shifts at the club and to get food. The entire weight of the past two weeks settled an overwhelming ache pulsing in my blood vessels. Between Christmas, the plan with Nox, Aspen, New Years and the morning after, this had been the most unstable I’d felt in a long time. Maybe even since my Dad’s passing – maybe even before Elsie.

Everything was just shitty – and it was because of me.

None of this would’ve happened if I had just kept my hands off of things that didn’t belong to me – if I kept them off my best friend.

If I hadn’t relapsed, I wouldn’t have been cornered with the plan that landed Aspen in my lap in the first place.

The details and the technicalities didn’t matter, I just didn’t want to think. I didn’t want to feel. I didn’t want to let myself dwell on the specifics, on all the ways I fucked up, all the ways I was a shit person. I wanted to forget.

And Aspen helped to do exactly that. When my cock was in her mouth, when she was lighting my blunts, when she was pouring pills in my hand, when she was offering me lines, when she was sharing bottles of alcohol with me, she was doing exactly what Nox had intended her to do – distract me.

It hadn’t even been a week since Aspen’s ‘I love you’ and after I’d already finished the bottle of Percocet she’d given me. The little white pills were meant to be temporary, just to get over the hump of Xanax withdrawals while Nox was away– but as the absence of everything settled, panic began to fill the space. I knew I could handle the Xanax, I knew it like the back of my hand. Since college I’d learned how to deal with it, even when it got bad. But this…this was a beast I was never prepared to battle. 

Xanax felt like a distant memory in the skyline of my mind. The only thing that took up any space in my head were those new pills. They put on little plays in the corners of my mind, they sang melodies into my ears drums. They were all I wanted, all I cared about, all I thought about.

In the midst of my withdrawals, the panic, the guilt from Elsie, and Aspen’s slip, tension was thick in the air between me and Aspen. I tried my best to stay calm, I really fucking did. But this comedown was nothing I’d ever felt before. I was just so ferociously angry all the time, at any and everything. I felt the aching need and the pure rage in my bones; it buried itself into the deepest crevices of my blood marrow.

I knew we’d end up in this situation eventually, where we’d run out and I’d end up in detox agony – or maybe I lied to myself and made the empty goal to not let it get to that point. But there we were.

This particular day, fury was burning holes through my veins, and Aspen’s lack of tidiness was my last straw. I stomped over to the bedroom, “I need you to come with me right now.” 

“What? Why?” She squeaked and the pitch of her voice only amplified the skull splitting migraine I’d felt for the past 3 days.

I didn’t reply and simply pulled her by the cuff of her babypink sweater to the kitchen. “This.” I pointed to the lukewarm milk left on the counter. “How many times have I told you not to fucking leave the milk on the fucking counter.” The harsh words slipped through my lips before I could stop them. There was a tinge of guilt as they left me.

“Austin, what the fuck are you talking about?” She scrunched her brows perplexed. “That’s not even-”

“I’ve told you multiple times to not leave the milk out.” I spat out, repeating myself through gritted teeth, “Now the milk is spoiled.” I felt as though I was talking to a toddler.

She raised her brows in surprise, “I swear I don’t know what you’re talking about, I didn’t leave anything out.” She replied feigning innocence.

I sighed and pinched the bridge of my nose between my middle finger and thumb attempting my best to remain calm. “Can you please stop fucking lying? I told you yesterday, literally right here in this very spot, to not leave the milk out.”

“Austin I-I don’t, we just,” She stuttered her way through, taking a step back from me.

“Oh my god Aspen, you can’t even admit to your own mistake?”

“I just, well I, I just don’t-” She faltered.

“Spit it out Aspen, what!”

“I swear I have no idea what you’re talking about,” She paused, “I don’t even drink milk, and,” An even longer pause while her eyes lingered on the half-gallon of dairy on the counter. “Aus, that’s orange juice.”

The room began to spin, and I stumbled back a step, “I uh- Yeah, yeah that’s what I meant, the orange juice.” I cleared my throat, “I told you not to leave out the orange juice.”

“Aus,” She held a breath before exhaling it, “I wasn’t even here yesterday, remember? I was working all day.” She took a step towards me, and going to place the back of her hand on my forehead, “You feelin’ okay?”

Reflexively, I smacked her arm away from me, “No Aspen, I don’t fucking feel good, I’ve been detoxing for the past 3 days. I feel like fucking ass right now.”

“Babe, I’m sorry. I couldn’t get anything from anyone.” Her tone was sad, like she knew she was disappointing me. “But Nox will be home in two days, so he’ll be able to come over.” She crossed the space between us and gently tucked some of my overgrown blonde hair behind my ear, “Okay? We just gotta make it two more days okay?”

Just two more days. 

My front door jiggled open with the shuffle of two people coming through the door.

“Aus, we’re here.” Aspen called, the chill of winter hanging in her voice.

I spent the day in bed watching the ceiling and trying to smoke enough weed to stave off how miserable I felt. There was a brief moment of silence before her words had fully processed in my slowed mind. I closed my eyes and took a sharp inhale, both to prepare myself but also to gather enough strength to unglue from the engulfing mattress.

A rather unsettling feeling swirled in my stomach when my eyes landed on Nox in my kitchen. However, when I remembered that he didn’t come empty handed, there was an immediate wash of relief. Out of all the people in the world, my best friend’s shitty boyfriend shouldn’t be someone I got excited about seeing.

“There’s my man!” Nox beamed his signature disturbing grin. He threw an arm around my shoulders tugging me close in some fucked up half bro hug. The weight of his arm on my shoulders felt like sandbags. He pulled away and briefly inspected me, no doubt getting joy out of my bloodshot eyes lined with dark circles and pale broken out skin. “God you’ve never looked better.” His sarcasm sounded so genuine, maybe it wasn’t a lie that I never looked better to him.

Like straight out of a movie scene, he plopped down what looked like a high-end lawyer’s suitcase, unclasping each side of the locks before pulling up the lid. Inside was an addict’s candy land, the variety of substances seemed to hold anything you could possibly ever imagine. “So what’s it gonna be Butler? Take your pick.”

The air in the room became dense, like I was inside the walls of a cinder block. My eyes drifted between him and the full inventory.

I was really doing this. This was really happening.

“I uh-“ Running my tongue between my lips, then turned to Aspen. “What do you want babe?” Maybe if I gave her the responsibility, I would somehow make myself less accountable for our decisions.

She let out a small giggle then proceeded to point out the usual suspects. Pills, green, and powder. I gave Nox a nod confirming the decision and a smile curled across his lips, “Perfect!”

When Nox began gathering the products, I realized Aspen had made a mistake. It was the pure desperation that forced my hand to latch onto his wrist, shock flashed over his face before my eyes met his. “Not that one.” I stated lowly and he furrowed his brows in confusion. “I– We want Oxy.” 

It took a brief moment for Nox to put together the pieces but when he did, a sinister beam spread across his face, “Well, well, quite an upgrade we’ve made huh?” 

I crossed my arms, retracting into myself, “Can we just have some fucking Oxy.” I snapped, the anger bubbling up in me again. I was so close to tasting relief and he was just fucking around. 

He scoffed and shook his head, plucking a pill bottle from the case, holding it up and giving it a shake in my eyeline, “I wouldn’t be so hasty with your words with someone who’s holding your fix.” 

My brows lowered and my eyes felt like laser beams, but he was right, I couldn’t do much more than that. He held my salvation in his grimey tattooed hands.

“That’s what I thought.” He set down the bottle on the table. “I don’t have pure oxy, only Percocets.” He stated as he plucked the other parts of our order from his briefcase and set them aside in one little pile of substances. I nodded in acceptance.

Out of reflex, or maybe kindness, Aspen went to grab her wallet to pay but my hand landed on her arm. “You don’t need to.” I said simply.

Nox glanced over at Aspen with a crooked grin, “Don’t worry darlin’, your boyfriend and I got a little deal, you’re covered.”

“Oh.” She replied softly, retracting her hands back into herself and looked down at her fidgeting hands. 

After Nox packed his pharmacy up, he wrapped an arm around my shoulders, “Good doin’ business with ya Butler.” He leaned into me, near my ear whispering, “And if you don't wanna lose your supply chain, don’t ever talk to me like that again, got it?” He landed a heavy pat on my back, knocking all the wind out of me.

Before the front door closed behind him, the pill bottle was twisted open and there was already a pill down my throat. 

I felt the torment of a comedown like that and I didn’t plan to feel it again.

Next Chapter -> 31 - Mr. Percocet

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[stitching-in-time]

Voyager rewatch s1 ep6: Eye of the Needle

Another episode I'd almost entirely forgotten about, and so basically got to experience for the first time again. It was very good, and a bit heartbreaking, but in a good way.

Being early in the show still, when the crew were still kind of in the denial stage of grief, this 'almost getting home' story hits particularly hard. The cast all do a marvelous job of portraying the characters bouncing around from excitement, to desperation, to disappointment as the plot twists and turns. I really truly didn't remember where any of it was going, and it was quite the emotional roller coaster. Kate Mulgrew in particular puts her whole heart into it, and I got a little misty eyed at Janeway's pleas at more than one point. We get treated to more fabulous Janeway hair down moments in this one, but the scene is so heart tugging you forget how pretty she is and just want to give her a hug because she tries so hard to make this random incredulous Romulan understand how desperately they want and need to make some contact with home. (And while I've always been critical of putting Starfleet women in pink nighties, since it's a very obvious attempt to 'soften' them and reassure the male audience that they have 'a feminine side', regardless of whether their characters woud actually be the type of person to wear something like that- and I don't feel like Janeway would- however, I'll let it slide this time because there's literally no outfit they could put her in that could take away from how commanding and compelling she is. Goddamn I love her.)

The subplot of Kes advocating for the Doctor was also nicely done in this episode. Obviously the Doctor being treated poorly by crew members because he's a hologram is a metaphor for all the people society treats as lesser for one reason or another, and it was an important moment when Janeway realizes that whether he's a hologram or not, letting her crew treat someone with disrespect just because they can get away with it is not okay, in and of itself. When she decides to stop thinking of him as another computer program and start treating him like a member of the crew, it's a crucial turning point for his character to start thinking of himself that way too, and makes the scene where he tells Kes he'll have to be left behind if the crew goes back to the Alpha Quadrant all the more of a gut punch.

I also liked getting more of B'Elanna and Harry science-ing together. There really was a lot more of it in the beginning than I remembered. It was great, and I wish they'd kept it up. It was cute as hell when she called him 'Starfleet' again, and I wish they'd kept the nickname as a running thing through the show. Harry's the first Starfleet person she tells about her estranged parents to, and I think that's a mark of trust in their friendship that really should have been something the writers went further with instead of abandoning.

The ending was generally a downer, but left them with a tiny sliver of hope, which I don't think was ever followed up on, as far as I can remember, so I guess we can assume their messages didn't get through, unless I'm forgetting a later reference somewhere. But I really appreciate stories that remind us that even if goverments may be enemies, most average people are good people who are willing to help others in distress. That's the spirit of Star Trek, to me.

Tl;dr: a well written, bittersweet episode.