#my brother wasn't always the kindest to me back then but he always made sure he was next to me in the hall when we were sheltering

[lillybean730]

i don't think i have any trauma from like actually experiencing a tornado bc ive never been directly hit/seen one with my own eyes. but circumstances that happened because of/during tornadoes have certainly left a scar on me

[she-whatshername]

Heyy love! I am not so sure if I asked you this before (I think I did), could you make a scenario on Bodhi coming into the kitchen and finding us baking/cooking something he really loves. Thank you if you do. ❤️

Hello!! Thank you for your patience as I pulled this together. Life has been lifeing these past few weeks and finding time to write an actual fic vs my usual headcannons has been tough. But here we are. I added a little twist to the request, I hope that's alright. Also, IDK why, but I wanted to bring some angst into this fic. Enjoy. Also also not edited because, it me lolol

Bodhi hadn't realized he had eaten so much today, but realizations like this usually tend to happen when you find yourself spewing your guts into the drain of the quadrant showers, fully clothed and soaking wet. Gods, he would never look at breakfast food the same way ever again.

He would never look at you the same way ever again. That is, if you'd even want to look his way again.

Aside from the bile, feelings of shame and guilt stirred into his stomach.

He walked out on you. After you had done what would be the kindest gesture anyone has done for Bodhi, second to the silver scar with his invisible signature carved onto his cousins back. Fuck, he really messed up.

After taking a few more deep breaths, and a few more heaves of what he assumed was last nights dinner, Bodhi turned off the running water, returned to his room to peel off his clothes and climb into bed. Everything but sleep seemed to find him in the late hours of the night.

The next day he decided to skip breakfast and head to the sparring mats, hoping to clear his mind if not by his own abilities or someone punching some sense into him. Luck came in the form of Garrick, who happily took him up on the offer.

A few sessions later Bodhi was standing with his hands on his muscle of his hips, catching his breath, only to lose it as you entered the gym. He couldn't help but stare, and the moment your eyes both connected he felt that same twist in his stomach despite how empty it was.

You had managed to give him a glare that expressed both your anger and hurt; a marvel of your beauty, one that always made Bodhi awestruck. But, your stare and quick retreat back to the hall caught Garricks attention, "What was that?"

"Nothing." Bodhi shrugged him off.

But, Garrick was both observant, and persistent, and a pain in the ass when the two combine, "Not nothing. She was silently screaming at you to fuck off and hug her with her eyes. What's the deal? I thought you two were good."

Bodhi decided to just cave in, because he knew Garrick wasn't going to let up. He's like a dog on a bone when it comes to gossip and the fact that Bodhi looked up to him like a brother didn't make it any easier, "I uh...we." Bodhi found himself stumbling over his words, "She invited me to her room, she had a surprise for me."

"Oh did she now."

Bodhi grimaced, "Not like that, cut it out."

"So what was it?"

Bodhi couldn't help but look at the floor, "You remember those tea cakes we had growing up back home? The ones with the-"

"The best icing ever? Perfectly baked? Hells yes I remember them." Garrick eyes were growing wider by the second, "We used to get in so much shit trying to take extra ones from the staff at Riorson House. I had to shovel so much horeshit that one summer when Xaden and I stole a whole plate. Why the fuck are you bringing up tea cakes?"

"She made them." Bodhi answered simply, "I dont know how she did it but she found the recipe and...she made them. Just like the ones back home."

"Fuck."

"It gets worse." Bodhi added sourly, "You know she's good at drawing right? She practically redrew the map in our land navigation exercise because she's got this fantastic memory. Well, she also..." Fuck was he going to vomit again, "She drew me a landscape of Aretia. The mountains and valleys. She got a scribe to get a copy of an old battle brief from the rebellion on a favor and copied it. She knew I was feeling homesick so she brought home to me, said we could eat together in front of her drawing...and pretend I was back home."

Garrick took a step backwards, eyes now wide in disbelief, "Well...fuck. So, wait why was she glaring at you this morning."

"I may have...." Bodhi mumbled out the rest.

"You what?"

"I may have...maybe....I walked out on her - wait Garrick what are you - ack!" Bodhi didn't have any time to react as his body was hoisted in the air and slammed down on the mat in an aggressive tackle. It only took a few seconds but Bodhi found himself with his arm twisted behind his back and face pressed into the leather mats, It was just like he was a teenager again, "Garrick! Let me go."

"You're telling me she made this nice ass gesture for you. Drawing you a picture of our fucking home," He gritted that part out in a harsh whisper, "And you walked out on her. What the fuck is wrong with you?"

Bodhi couldn't help but bite out, "You're giving me lectures on how to talk to women? You're one to talk- Ow, Fuck!"

Bodhi found himself stuttering over his words, it didnt' help that he was feeling the blood drain from his arm under Garricks secure grasp "I don't know! I got...I got overwhelmed and-"

"Gods, I already have to deal with one lovestruck idiot, I can't take having to chase down another one. I'm going to get you excused from classes today because you're clearly sick in the fucking head. Get your shit together and go fucking apologize or I will take you up to the parapet and throw you off myself." He ended his threat with a final shove of his forearm, pushing Bodhi's face further into the mat

"Okay, Okay!" He whined before Garrick finally released him, muttering a few reprimanding words in Tyrrish before walking out of the gym. Bodhi rolled onto his back to stare at the ceiling. He had a lot of making up to do.

And he did. He spent most of the morning pacing around his room trying to think of a proper apology. Then, it was to the infantry quadrant to cash in on a favor himself and finally it was mid afternoon and he had enough courage to face you. So he waited outside your room for what felt like hours until you finally arrived, pausing at the end of the hall. As you attempted to turn away raced towards you, almost dropping to his knees to begin his apology, only for you to drag him into your room, "Its not safe for you to do that."

Gods, even when your pissed at him, you still have the clarity to recognize the politicalness of your relationship. You really are absolutely brilliant.

Over the course of the afternoon he fulfilled his objective of apologizing profusely, from being venerable in his own trauma of what happened in Aretia, and how meaningful your gift was that it created a sense of foreboding joy within him, and emotions he hadn't taken the time to process bubbled over, letting you down in the process.

You listened carefully, but even you had your limits of watching a man you love kneel before you with such shame on his face. You wrapped him into a hug, finding it healing for you both. And, as the merciful and and kind woman you are, you unwrapped the tea cakes from the cloth on your desk next to the painting, inviting him to sit down with you again to enjoy a meal a meal from his home.

"You're my home." He said to you, his hands never letting go of yours, "I will always be home whenever I am with you."

And he made a promise to you that day, when all was over with this war, when the truth of his rebellion eventually finds itself out, when the venin are vanquished beyond the barrens, he would sit with you under a tree in the hillsides of Aretia as husband and wife, your children playing in the not far off distance, safe and happy.

And as a man of his word, three years later, he did just that.

[necrotic-nephilim]

i simply must know: what are your thoughts on jaydick?

!!! JayDick my beloved, man do i have thoughts. disclaimer that all of these thoughts will be pre-Flashpoint in basis unless stated otherwise just because that's the canon i like best.

to me. JayDick is one of the more incestual ships of Batcest. there's this desperate, driving want from Jason, to have Dick as an older brother. he and Dick never really got to be brothers, they were definitely friendly with each other when Jason was alive, but because of Dick's distance with Bruce, he never got the chance to bond with Jason. he always made sure Jason knew he could go to Dick for help, but beyond that Dick wasn't particularly emotionally available with Jason as Robin. but Jason held Dick in a high regard and wanted to be his brother, even saw himself as Dick's brother. when he came back from the dead, i think the illusion shattered for him, but he still clung to that want for something familial with Dick Grayson.

i've vaguely rambled about Nightwing: Brothers In Blood before, because i think that arc really shows a lot of Jason's true feelings about Dick. of everyone in the Batfamily, Jason cares for Dick the most and wants an honest relationship with Dick more than anyone. Dick is the big brother he never got to have.

meanwhile on Dick's side there's... well, apathy would be the kindest way to put it. i think Jason's death pulled a lot of violent anger out of Dick, but that anger was toward Bruce at moreso the concept of Jason's death than Jason as a person. because Dick never knew Jason that well. so there is this guilt on Dick's side, guilt that he couldn't have in some way prevented Jason's death, guilt he wasn't at the funeral, guilt he didn't do more to accept Jason and possible guide Jason to be a better Robin. this is Dick's mantle after all, so when the first person to wear it after him so violently dies in it, that's a mark on his record too. even if Dick didn't give Jason Robin, he still okayed it and gave it his blessing, so he carries that on his own back.

but when Jason comes back it's... well, messy. Dick openly says he kind of wishes Jason had died when he faced Bruce and the Joker, and he hesitates a bit when he needs to save Jason's life. during an arc of the Outsiders where Jason helps out with genuinely no ulterior motives, nothing nefarious, he just knows Black Lightning is innocent and wants to prove it, Dick still doesn't trust Jason and has no reason to be trusting him. i saw a post on here say that pre-Flashpoint!Dick would've agreed with what Bruce did to Jason during Gotham War (reprogramming him to have a fear response to adrenaline) and like... ngl i agree with it. Dick does *not* care for Jason and regards Jason with a lot of apprehension. and that's the fun.

because usually, in Batcest shipping that centers Jason, it's always the other person in the ship seeking out Jason, trying to bring him home, trying to domesticate/fix him, etc. but for JayDick, i think it's the opposite. Jason would try to be good for Dick, if he asked. Jason wants to be close to Dick, he's reaching out when he knows he shouldn't and doing it in the most fucked up ways sure, but he cares about Dick. we bring up "Jason asked Tim to be his Robin" a lot, but never "Jason also asked Dick to be his Robin". it's always going to be misguided and fucked up because Jason doesn't know how to handle this love he has for Dick, that's an echo of the person he used to be. a person Dick doesn't even *see* in him anyway. that shit is fun and fucked up.

i think the one interesting thing Rebirth did was that one Nightwing Annual where Dick calls Jason 'Robin' to snap him out of killing someone. because in the moment it was to remind Jason of who he was. which is the fun of it. when Dick pictures a kind, loving Jason, he pictures Robin, not Red Hood. that will always be the version of Jason that Dick loves the most. i don't think Dick believes Jason could ever be good enough to be redeemed, but if Dick Grayson loves anything, it's a passion project of trying to fix someone. if Jason came to Dick and tried to be good (without putting on the Nightwing suit-) i do think in the end, Dick would try to help him. Dick wouldn't believe in Jason, but he'd put an honest attempt into helping Jason try to be good. and that's where the relationship for them works the best for me, imo. Jason wants Dick to be his older brother. Dick is apprehensive but looking for pieces of the "old Jason" in this person he doesn't recognize. it's weird and fucked up and they make it work so well. it's really one of my favorite Batcest ships for exploring the incestual nature of brotherly love. it's the Cain Instinct if i've ever fucking seen it.

honestly you could sum this entire ship up as "Cain Instinct but they want to fuck each other after the fist fight" and i do think you would be correct. they say i love you with bloody fists. it's so fucking good man, i love these two.

[faun-the-fawn77]

"ᵀᴴᴱ ᴺᴵᴳᴴᵀ ᵂᴱ ᴹᴱᵀ"

Rengoku Kyojuro x F!Hashira!Reader

Genre: literally just angst.

Word Count: 718

Warnings: Major Character Death, grief, depression, 1(one) mention of a miscarriage, talks of future death, please do not read if you're in a fragile state of mind. I am not responsible for the media you consume. read at your own risk.

Desc: The 7 stages of grief. It seems like I'm stuck on stage 4 and yet...I'm not.

Note: The way people process death varies from person to person. I know not many people have experienced that. I mean, you wouldn't want to. I, myself, have never truly processed that my grandpa is gone. I went from going to bed one night to being woken up by mom crying and telling my brother and I to give our grandpa love. Next thing I know is we have him being loaded into the back of a hearse and seeing him in a casket. We moved a year later and I guess since I was going into the 8th grade in a new state, I didn't have time to think and process. I was stuck in stage 4 for years. I've come to learn that, while I do miss him, I'm glad that he still managed to teach me something. That death could happen at any time and to anyone. It does not matter how strong they are or if they are young or old. Death takes when it is their time. I hope to the people who are or have gone through something similar: you are not alone. Yes, it's scary but it does get better. They are watching you and guiding you. You may not see them but that doesn't mean they aren't there.

It's like seeing everything from someone else's eyes. Your thoughts don't feel like your own. Your body is on autopilot.

Grief. People say that there are seven stages that your brain goes through. The first is denial. When I had received the news of my husband's death, I couldn't, no, wouldn't, believe it. There was just no way that the kindest and strongest human I knew, was dead. Then that boy, Tanjiro, came. He told us Kyojuro's last words.

Next was anger. The anger I felt towards the demon who took the life from my husband was easily seen on my face. I wanted so badly to just search search for this thing. Senjuro was quick to talk me out of it but that does not mean the feeling went away. I also hate to admit that I felt anger towards Kyojuro. How could he just leave us like this? Leave me and Senjuro alone. Our baby...

Bargaining. If I wasn't pregnant, I could have gone on the mission. I could have saved him. If I told him about the baby then maybe he wouldn't have left. He would've stayed and Kagaya could've sent another hashira instead. Maybe...

Depression likes to creep up on its victims. It slowly wraps itself around your brain and then constricts. When Senjuro pointed out how I didn't act like myself anymore, I knew then that depression had sunk its claws into me. My body moved on autopilot. Wake up, eat, sit at Kyojuro's grave, sleep, repeat. Senjuro made sure I took care of myself. Made sure I went to Shinobu's for baby check-ups. She told me how surprised she was that I haven't lost the baby from all the stress I'm under. She proceeded to tell me that it's probably because their father is Kyojuro so they're a fighter.

Shinjuro stopped drinking. He hasn't had a drop since the news. He helps Senjuro around the house and forces me to eat. He's worried about me. Senjuro as well.

I've been told that I talk in my sleep now. That I always cry. I've woken up to the two standing over me with concern and worry written on their faces.

Acceptance. I don't think I will ever accept his death. Accept that he is gone. He will never know about his child. That he was going to be a father. I remember how he used to tell me about what he wanted in his future. No demons, a nice house in the country, and kids. Of course, his vision was us with 10 kids but I talked him into having at least 4. He wanted all girls and I wanted equal number boys and girls.

I don't plan to court another. I don't plan to remarry. I don't think I could ever love another. Not as much as I love Kyojuro. While my friends want me to move on, to find someone who will help take care of my child, I just can't. Kyojuro will always be my child's father. I'll paint pictures so they know what he looked like. Tell them stories about the battles he fought in. I want them to know that their father loves them and is always watching over them.

The story of how Kyojuro and I met will be a story they will come to cherish. Maybe...this is hope?

Processing grief is the last step. I feel like I am stuck on step four. Shinobu says that while depression may be constant in my mind, I have processed my grief. It may have been processed differently, I have come to accept that Kyojuro is gone.

"I love you, Kyojuro. While you may not be here physically, I know that you are up there. You are waiting to see your child be brought into this world and live knowing that you love them and that you will guide them. When they are born, I will be called back onto missions. The fight with Muzan is closer than we think... and I hope to live to see our child grow but... I know that might not happen and you and I will be reunited sooner than we'd like."

I got up slowly, hand on my belly, and left a single flower upon the stone.

A blue spider lily.

Kyojuro would definitely have more than 10 kids if he could. He wants his own personal army so he can antagonize Sanemi. He'll spread them out evenly amongst the hashira when they need babysitters. a majority go to Uzui and his wives mainly because the wives adore the kids and they band together to pull pranks on Uzui. Mitsuri makes a comment about finding a husband and having kids which about kills Obanai. Shinobu is worried about you but you wave her off saying it makes him happy and you'd do whatever you could to make Kyojuro happy considering he almost died during his last mission(mugen train). Muichiro is definitely intrigued with the set of twins you had at one point. Giyuu actually cracks a smile when he sees 5 tiny Rengoku's climbing on Sanemi like he's a tree.

[nogenderbee]

Hi! Could I request the brothers + Diavolo with a reader that likes to cook or bake for them? Making bentos, dinner, etc.

Hello and that's really cute idea! I personally am not that good at cooking but it still was a lot of fun! So I hope you enjoy as well <3

Brothers+Diavolo with reader who like to cook/bake

⊱ Lucifer always appreciated how you loved cooking and baking since he always could count on you when you were on cooking duty that day

⊱ even when you wasn't on cooking duty, you always agreed to help others when they had theirs which often leaded to his brothers using you when they didn't wanted to cook

"YN, you need to stop agreeing on taking cooking duty for them, they're not busy, they're just lazy..."

⊱ if it ever happens that you will make a bento for him or just prepare any meal for him and him only, you can be sure he'll enjoy every bite of it

⊱ if you did it because he had a lot of work lately and was so overworked he didn't even had time to go down and eat with you and his brothers, it only makes him appreciate you more than he already does

"Thank you very much, although you didn't had to get out of your way just for this. I can very well take care of myself. But I still obviously appreciate it so thank you!"

⊱ the moment Mammon discovered how good you actually are at cooking and baking, he immediately thought about starting your own business, like restaurant of some sorts for example

⊱ he once actually tried to start his idea and basically got you into it promising you that it all will be alright but a certain older demon stopped him and gave him a lecture how he shouldn't use human and especially his lover

⊱ but expect him to ramble to you how he doesn't want to do all of this work by himself so you're usually there to keep him company and help him with some things, and don't worry he doesn't leave everything to you

"Oi, human! Keep an eye on that pot, will ya? Great Mammon has chopping to do!"

⊱ if it ever happens that you being him a bento, he'll act like he doesn't care when the truth is that he'll enjoy every bite of it and is willing to fight everyone and anyone who interrupts him while doing so

"It's for me? Of course you made a gift like that for THE Mammon!"

⊱ Levi knew you were good at cooking and baking so of course he asked you for help whenever he wanted to try making any food that he saw in anime or manga

⊱ but he also will sometimes ask you if you can take his cooking duty for him, but he doesn't do it often, only when he's in some game that's important to him

"YN! Please you have to save me! I have important game tournament today! Can you PLEAASE take cooking duty for me? I promise I'll make up for it!"

⊱ if you made him a meal because of how worried you were that he hasn't came out of his room much, he'd be sooo talent by this

⊱ after all he's just watching anime or playing games, you don't have to worry so much about grossy otaku like him

⊱ try feeding him with your own made meal while he's too into anime or game, he'll automatically open his mouth and swallow like it's nothing just to realize later what happened

"My Henry, you're truly the kindest person I ever met! Do you want to watch this with me?"

⊱ Satan may be manipulative but he would never use the fact that you can cook against you

⊱ I mean sure, he may have a lot more important things to do than cooking duty but you're also his lover, so faster he'll ask you for help in the kitchen

⊱ if you do help him, he'll definitely treat you to some cat cafe

"I have cooking duty today so would you mind helping me so I can finish all of it faster? I promise I'll pay you back somehow!"

⊱ if you ever give him any meal prepare just for him which probably would be a bento of some sorts then he'd love to enjoy it with either good book in his hand or with your company

⊱ if he'll eat with good book, you can be sute that he'll tell you later how it created a mood and made his book even more enjoyable than normally

⊱ if he'll eat around you tho, you can expect him to just compliment you from nowhere every couple minutes just to make sure you know he really appreciated it and enjoys it

"The food you made is really tasty, I hope you're aware of your abilities. Yes I know I said the same thing 3 minutes ago but it's true so I don't see a problem in repeating it."

⊱ whenever it was a new food trending on internet, Asmo immediately went to you to ask if you can prepare it for him so he can try this and post his opinion with some cute photos on his Devilgram

⊱ sometimes he does uses it against you tho... he'll ask you to help him with his cooking duty just to complain to you and tell the stupidest reasons why he can't cook today

"Darling but just look! Do you see my nails? I literally done them today and if I were to cook something then all my work would go on waste!"

⊱ if you ever make him any meal just for him then be ready for being spoiled in kisses and every kind of affection because at very least, first 5 minutes after receiving it, he'll spoil you with his love as thanks

⊱ also of course he MUST take million photos of food before eating it ESPECIALLY if you decorated it, but don't worry, he'll obviously tag you!

⊱ after that he enjoys every second of it and probably manages to get you to feed him and what's more important maybe even feed you

"C'mon don't you want to taste your amazing work? Or maybe I should use my mouth instead~"

⊱ Beel couldn't be happier when he discovered that your cooking is this good, he'd always end up asking you to making him something but for you it could be really tiring...

⊱ he sometimes things of asking you for help when he have his cooking duty just so he can taste your amazing cooking but at the same time he doesn't want to use you

⊱ but if he hasn't tasted your cooking in really long time, then he definitely will ask if you can help him prepare something

"Can you help me with my cooking duty today? I'd just really like your company and you always make meals taste better!"

⊱ if you ever make him a meal, he eats it in second complimenting your abilities and asking if you have any more so you better actually make a lot of him

⊱ no matter how much and how often he'll eat your food, he'll always appreciate it even if you make him the same dish over and over, it just always tastes good to him

"Mmm! It's tasty like everything you make! Do you maybe have some more?"

⊱ first thing that came into Belphies mind when he discovered that you can cook very good was using asking you for help when he's on his cooking duty

⊱ he won't play in any manipulation and stuff, he'll go to kitchen with you and there he'll tell you that he's too tired for this and will literally fall asleep on the floor

"I'm too tied for this... You're alright with doing it by yourself, right? I'll keep you company while napping... *immediately falls asleep*"

⊱ if you ever make some meal for him then he better not be asleep unless you want your food to get cold before he has a chance to eat it

⊱ if he's not asleep tho then he's going to actually enjoy it and stop himself from sleeping to spend some time with you

⊱ bonus points if you make something that's supposed to keep you awake, for him you better double it a few times and hope that it'll keep him awake for at least a minute

"It's very good... I'm sure Beel would also appreciate it, we should do picnic together sometime."

⊱ Diavolo was always impressed by how good you can cook, he even thinks your abilities may match Barbatos one day

⊱ if you ever agree to cook something at his castle or just help his butler with cooking meals, he'd be more than happy that he can taste meal made by 2 his favorite chefs

"It's certainly one of the best things I ever tasted! When you combine your abilities, you truly can make something incredible!"

⊱ if cooking and baking is generally your passion then he definitely will do his best to get some recipes from the best chefs and bakers

⊱ if you make something special for him and him only, he'd definitely love to show how grateful he is but spoiling you with gifts

"Ah another meal just for me? You truly are the nicest one I have met! Is there something in particular you'd be interested in as my gratitude?"

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[bluereo]

Hello! I’m a big fan of your “Megatronus - The Fallen AU”. There’s not a lot of work of Orion Pax/Optimus Prime being the 13TH Prime reincarnation; so I’m happy to read your work about it! Any way about the prompts, can you do #1 with Megatronus Prime meeting/talking to Megatron about Optimus? Megatronus being all Big Brother Mode and willing to end Megatron for what him done to his brother? Thank you and good luck on your finals!

I'm more then happy that you like my au! I'm aware that this took me some time and it's rather short but I hope you will enjoy it :)

Ps. If you see some spelling mistakes pls correct me. I don't have beta reader

#Prompt 1 - Thouch him and you are dead.

It's been barely a week since Optimus returned from Cybertron with his older brother. Sudden arrival of demigod made everyone feel a little unease. Especially Lord Megatron felt strange even watching interactions between Fallen and His Prime. The Fallen was personification of pride and had everything that a warrior needed, his steps were loud, his eyes always observed everyone around him.

It wasn't unexpected that Megatron felt cold creeping though his limbs when Second Prime approached him late at night. They were on deck of Nemesis, silence interrupted only by thunders from stormy clouds and near soundless vents of both mechs.

- I hope that I'm not interrupting in anything important, Name thief. - Megatronus nearly purred at the and. Demigod loved to underline that they share this cursed name.

- Of course not, Fallen. To what do I owe this pleasure of your company tonight . I thought that you prefer to spend time near autobots instead of me or my crew. - Megatron choose to let himself look at horizon. There was no point of meeting gaze of the other.

- There is an issue I need to discuss with you. Still, this... exchange of information should stay only between us. - Megatron felt that demigod was pearcing his helm with his gaze. However, he have done nothing to change that for now.

- Then talk, I'm all audioreceptors. What is soo important that you choose to came here in person.

Sudenly there were steps. The Fallen stood right next to him. Finally their gazes crossed and Megatron could only think of how dangerous this mech was.

- I am aware of your... relationship with my brother. I have been watching you since two of you made your vows under the black sky and shining moons of our home planet.

- It's been milenia ago. Get to the point - the amount of strange calmness around fallen had the exact oposite reaction from megatron. Ex-gladiator could feel his fight protocols come to life, cannon geting slightly warmer and vision becoming sharper. He was ready to defence if the demigod decided to strike.

- Now you are on a good way to achieve peace between yourselves and your people. But I need to warn you. - Sudennly Megatronus grabbed Megatron by shoulder and made him turn himself fully to look in the optics of demigod from very close.

- You don't deserve to even be in the same room as Orion. He is one of the kindest sparks even between gods and demigods. And you have caused him more pain than you could ever imagine. And if I see your claws on him once again. There is nothing that will stop me from draging your spark, body and mind stright to the pit where you belong. Thouch him again and you are dead. I will make sure that will be very painful death... - Megatron was completly paralyzed. Especially when claws of demigod slowly made their way to lay on his chest plate not so far from where his spark was.

Megatron couldn't remember when he felt so scared in his entire life. Looking in the optics of being capable to fight with God's... He felt smaller then ever before.

Eventually Megatronus stepped back from ex gladiator and smiled like nothing ever happened.

- Well, I hope my massage was clear enough for you to understand. I will leave you to think about it - and with those words Fallen made his way of the deck.

Megatron still felt shivers going down his spine. He understood massage clear enough to be cautious. But there is no one and nothing that will separate him from his bonded.

[gothicgrove]

How does one change enough to face the fear and confusion that shattered and stained memories bring? Complex PTSD is a never ending battle. My perpetual tug into the underworld that coerces mr to maintain complacency in even the darkest of situations. Struggling to feel real in a world that only brought blow after blow, more pain each day with no chance of acknowledgement from those who hurt you. That somehow it always ended up being your fault that they were hurting you. I would wait for someone to come take me away each night, sure in my heart that I must be something different from everyone around me. An alien that had been left here by accident, belonging to some faraway world where everything made perfect sense compared to the one I was leaving behind.

Or maybe I was something worse, some kind of demon that made my family suffer. That every bit of suffering I went through was deserved because of the misfortune I brought onto my family.

When I looked in the mirror I felt afraid. There was something wrong inside of me. I could see it so clearly. There was a monster in the mirror, on the glass window panes, in my shadow, inside of me. I couldn’t sleep either, too petrified that if I moved at all or breathed too deeply something in the darkness would kill me. My dreams were strange, nightmare after nightmare. Sleep paralysis that left me petrified of what was to come. I felt sick. I still feel sick. My mother called me a hypochondriac.

Nevermind that I wasn't allowed to eat at the dining room with her new family. Instead I had to eat off of the floor of my bedroom that I shared with my two brothers while my stepfather got three rooms to himself. That I spent more time away with the Boys & Girls Club than with them. That she would leave me to go on vacation while saying it was for work any time I got sick. Which I would only find out through her Facebook posts. Gee thanks mom, it’s great to see you’re in Hawaii while I’m battling the plague. Anything she could do to push us far away from her placate my stepfather and keep us from invading their bliss.

Then I would go stay with my father for the summers. Along with some amazing times together, I would face a new circle of Hell. As much as I adored him he became a different person when he drank. Alcoholism can turn even the kindest of people into warped versions of themselves. Accusing me of loving my new stepfather more than him as he wrapped his hands around my neck. That was his preferred method of punishment when it came to my perceived wrongdoings on his part.

Still I chose to live with him instead of my mother. The verbal and emotional abuse seemed negligible compared to the loneliness and neglect that swamped my time with my mother. I’d rather be locked in the house all day with someone yelling at me than sit there alone to fend for myself and my older brother. Those years with him were both the most wonderful and painful times that I have experienced in my life but it would all come to an end on April 6th, 2016. The day he committed suicide.

He blamed me before his attempt. My birth had brought ruin and destruction to his hopes and dreams. I was in fact the burden I had tried so desperately with every bit of my love not to be on him. I wanted to save him. I could’ve saved him. Tragically, I was held back by the fear of what he would do to me after I called 911. Knowing he would likely try to kill me when he came back home. I have spent every day since that day regretting the choice I made not to save him. For listening to my brother and stepmother when they told me not to run earlier when the ambulance sat at the top of the hill, lost and confused about where the house that showed on no maps could be. For not running faster even if the gravel stung and cut deep into my bare feet as it dug in. For being the 12 year old I really was and not the adult he carved me into. He was my entire world. What do you do when the world ends because of you?

Scream.

Except I couldn’t scream,

I still can’t scream.

So a part of him can live inside of me forever,

To replace all that died inside of me when I lost my dad.

To my dad,

I hope that you can find forgiveness in me in the same way that I have found forgiveness in you. You were hurting in a way that I could never comprehend as much as I tried to. That the VA never provided the proper support for and let our entire family down by failing to do so. May there be the peace, love, and gentleness in your afterlife that you were not given in your time on Earth. Please take care of the piece of me that you took with you, as that was always yours to have.

We all still miss you every single day that you’ve been gone and know that we all loved you with every fiber of our being. Thank you for the time we had together and know that we will never forget you.

-KMC

[goonie-forever]

#1

This is for me....

I want to write to get this all out of my brain. It's hard to hold everything in and just live through life with it all bouncing around in my head, like hyper kids in one of those blow up castles at birthday parties.

At this point I don't even really know where to start.

Maybe....

Just the basics for now.

I made it to my late twenties and that in itself feels like a dream. I never thought I would make it this long. I thought for sure I would've taken myself out by now and made my world quiet. Here I am! Living in my late twenties! I moved back home recently to go back to school and pursue the career that I always wanted but was too chaotic to achieve.

Another good place to start is that I am trying to be a better person... in my professional life as well as my personal life. Work, school and relationships! OH MY! Juggling everything has been quite the journey in its self.

Relationships...

Ugh.

Where do I even begin.

I can start by saying my "picker" is broken. Because oh boy! Do I know how to choose the good ones! My first serious boyfriend was a tweaker and cheated on me. He also beat up my brother which was sooooo much fun (sarcasm is dripping from that). He also wasn't the kindest person to me either but I was young dumb and ready to love someone. He hurt me a few times and took advantage of me and the emotional abuse was strong at its peak. It definitely didn't start out that way. You ever hear about the boiled frog metaphor? Well my frog was boiled until he went to jail and I packed my shit and moved thousands of miles away. I avoided anything that resembled a relationship after that. The trauma from that took a toll and my already existing trauma ( That's for another day) also reared its ugly head. After a looooooonnnnngggg time I start talking to this girl who we will call Mary. Mary is absolutely beautiful in every way. Older and definitely prettier than me. I figured why not shoot my shot and she took it. Then I moved. I blew up my whole life to start a career I always wanted. Long distance wasn't her thing and that was okay. It was my fault for leaving. We talked all the time and I grew to love her more and more. Her faith in God was beautiful. She made me want to believe again. Then she got mean. She told me I was going to hell because I wouldn't accept Jesus into my heart. Mary and I fought one day about something stupid (that's also a story for another time) and I said what I needed to say and I never talked to Mary again.

Jimmy (not his real name)

Jimmy and I have been talking over text for 10 years. It started on kik when I was 17. He always checked on me and he saw me at all of my bad times and still thought I was beautiful, even when I cut off all my hair in a manic rage. The universe never let Jimmy and I come together. Either he was in a relationship or I was. I also had a terrible habit of moving out of state. Finally after years of just texting and phone calls we met in person. We went straight to a hotel.... My dumb brain made me awkward and he sensed the fact I was uncomfortable. Nothing happened but I did lose my shirt and we shared long takeout sessions until it got dark and I needed to go home. And again my dumb brain made me freak out and I convinced myself that if I liked him this much he would leave me.... so I left him. I ghosted Jimmy for over a year. Just recently I got drunk with some friends and I messaged him on Facebook. I apologized for all of the times I ghosted him. This was part of me trying to be better. I think I just needed to get right before I dove in again. Now we talk everyday and he's the nervous one now. Which I understand because I did that to him. We've been through some shit and are both broken and that's okay. I really do think it will be better this time.

Jimmy is part of the reason I decided to write all of this. To revisit everything, to remember everything and move forward. I don't want to lose him again.

I won't lose him again.

Cheers,

Goonie

[kiillerqueen]

Amelia hasn't spoken to her father since his wedding , and last she had heard from her brother he also wasn't in contact with him. It had been made pretty clear that their father is both furious and embarrassed with his children for the stunts that had been pulled during his wedding and reception. If it had been done her way she would have only invited her father to the wedding and not his new bride , but she knew that wasn't going to exactly be an option. ❝ If I am being honest the idea of having them in attendance does make me a tad bit nervous. It isn't like his new wife is all that much older than myself or either of my siblings. She could decide she wants to pay me back for what I did. You really think that your parents would want to miss out on their son getting married? ❞ Fem doesn't know all that much about Luis's family even though maybe she should look into the family she is marrying into. ❝ I know how pathetic it looks. It is even more pathetic at the fact that I always went back to a man that always made it so easy to blame me for anything that went wrong. I definitely live up to the stereotype that you do stupid things when you think you're in love. ❞ The only thing is that Amelia didn't think that she was in love , she actually loved him. Part of her still does but she knows that she closed that chapter and that she is in the process of a new one. Not only that but she had the proof to show her that she meant nothing to Mason. Amelia listens closely to Luis's words , ❝ I would prefer to avoid going through the cycle I did with him. Communication is for sure a key factor of a successful and healthy relationship in general. I won't promise that I will always be the kindest during an argument. I will listen to your side of an argument as long as you're willing to do the same for me. What exactly am I suppose to be expecting of them? Then that is what we will do , we will be better than our parents. ❞ Amelia hasn't expressed it to anyone else but her best friend the fear she has that her marriage will turn out just like her parent's marriage. She didn't want to be her dad and marry three times. Which is why she is wanting to make sure that she puts the effort in her marriage to make it work. //@thewcllingtons

Luis still wanted to learn about his wife's life before he decided what would be worth an argument. She had a lot going on. Between the relationship with her brother, her father and sister. Her father's wedding seemed to be a tornado that put everything out of order. Planning a wedding isn't the most important thing to do during a time like this, but maybe Amelia needed the distraction. ❝ Hm... Okay. I say, we invite them, but not plan for them being there. If they show up, which they should, it's a plus. If they don't, then it's not going to affect anything we have planned. I would do the same thing with my parents, but Declan set this up with my father so he has to come. ❞ He didn't have the greatest relationship with his parents. They had that in common at the very least. ❝ Twice a month? It's a miracle you guys dated for as long as you did. ❞ Everytime he learned more and more about her tumultuous relationship he wondered what she even got from it. Was it power? Was it sex? Or the illusion of both? The answer would say a lot about her character. Luis hoped to piece it together. ❝ I'm dedicated to making sure disagreements don't turn into divorce, or even worse, a house full of eggshells. My parents are the type of people that should've divorced a long time ago but they haven't. They promised to behave at the wedding, but I wouldn't be shocked if later down the line that they don't care about showing you their true colors. We don't have to be like them. We don't have to be like either of our parents. We can be better than them. That's what I'm trying to do at least. ❞ // @kiillerqueen

[they-callme-ami]

I watched Encanto and Turning Red, and I think they are both crucial in different ways.

(Long Post, Spoilers ahead for both movies)

About 2 months ago, I watched Encanto and today, I watched Turning Red today and the fact I cried more seeing both than I have in any movie I've watched since I was a child...

I am loving this recent trend of movies about generational trauma and especially how prevalent it is in families of color.

Encanto was not only a movie that showed representation of different skintones, cultural habits and Colombian life--it also brought up the topic of generational trauma in a way that kids can understand.

It showed how someone in a large family felt abondoned and alone, like she wasn't good enough and was never going to be good enough. But....even her 'special' and 'perfect' family had their flaws, and each of them felt the burden and pressure of perfectionism on them. It was a shared trauma that they never discussed, that lead back to Abuela. But then, we see what she had gone through. A woman thrusted into a leading position, never given time to grieve, and fear that if she did not do EVERYTHING right, she would be put into that position of loss, grief, and fear all over again. And she unintentionally passed this down.

The lesson was that...no one has to be perfect. And you, just being YOU, is a gift. Just being with your family is a gift. Your family, friends, community--they are there to help and you should not be made to feel less than.

Turning Red had the same theme....but the opposite end of the spectrum. All of this pressure, expectations and fear was placed onto a SINGLE child, and she seemed to thrive because of it....until she didn't. It was about how she was afraid of disappointing someone whom she loved--and all of that love turned into smothering. It suffocated her to the point where something that was seen as a 'curse' was freedom for her! And she realizes her mother went through the same. She thought she wasn't ever good enough for her own mother. Because of her emotions, the curse--she hurt her mother and broke that relationship. And this put so much fear into her, she smothers her daughter with love and attention in an attempt to catch this curse and be prepared, and be better than her mother was....but she wasn't. And it's okay. While she may be traumatized from it, she is healing and finally realizes that her daughter is changing, she is different and is going to make mistakes--and it is okay. She loves her. They love each other, even when things change and cannot be controlled.

I think Turning Red resonated more with me because that's how my relationship with my mom was at that age. She was always my best friend, I wanted to always please her and get her approval, and she doted over me my whole life when she could (I have a little brother, but my father seemed to take the lead for him).

But when I turned 13, that all changed. We started to drift apart, I began to make and have close relationships with people my age, we would fight and I started to slip in my grades and I was just changing. I was realizing I was bisexual, I cut my hair and went natural, I downloaded apps without her permission (that was a damn mistake though, HAH)

But I think I also relate to Encanto, but closer to Isabela or Luisa. It was on ME to keep it together, be the good big sister for my brother, be the perfect student and the 'easy child' for my parents...I can't imagine how my brother must have felt, and I haven't always been the kindest to him.

I craved attention from my father as a child, but it was given to my brother because he was the 'bad child' and had medical issues that meant he was different and was singled out (medications, different food than us, occasionally being seen as a 'burden')

But just like both movies....I see where it comes from, in both my parents. My granny was a single mother who watched my dad, he was born while she was still a college student and I'm sure the pressure was heavy on her. She became successful, married multiple times...but only supported my fad dad financially. She was so focused on providing for him, he never got the emotional intelligence he needed. He didn't have another parent to teach him and watch him, and he ended up making bad choices...so now he's traumatized from all those bad choices he's made, and puts pressure on us to never be financially struggling.

My mother was the younger sibling to a damn near perfect brother. All A's, baseball player, good kid. And she was the problem child my grandmother had a hard time raising. But she was my grandpa's favorite, and I know my uncle felt it, even after he passed. She grew out of it, sure, but I don't think my grandmother and her were ever as close. My grandfather passed and she and my uncle had to supoort her through it, but she never showed it. When my uncle passed, it seemed to get worse for my mother. She's always tried to give us equal attention, but she still seems to favor me...maybe to compensate for her own lack of attention from her mother.

And I'm not even old enough or know enough to speak on my own grandparents and their trauma before that, both sides being young adults at the height of the civil rights movement.

Both of these movies made me feel seen in different ways. I felt like finally, FINALLY, I know other people have felt what i feel, experienced these complicated emotions, knowing that your parents have been traumatized in one way but it doesn't excuse it, and they're hurting still..

These two movies are so, so important and I love them with all my heart. I highly reccomend watching them, and if you feel safe enough to, watch it with your family.

[saintobio]

Gen is doing exactly what I think a lot of us wanted to happen pre-redemption arc 😅

She clearly loves her sister to bits and knows her well, so it makes sense that she's setting up plan so the second things go south, her sister will be just fine

She also hasn't seen Gojo's redemption like we have and she wasn't there for the whole rollercoaster, so it makes sense she's super wary that her kind, soft-spoken sister announced that she wants a divorce and takes it very seriously. She loved Gojo like a brother of blood relation, but she's also made very aware recently that there is a side to Gojo that she needs to be worried about. And that's not to start the "she doesn't know him like y/n so she shouldn't judge Gojo like that" argument. This is me saying that there was someone who is the kindest and most patient person that Gen has probably ever met (and probably will ever met) fucking snap, Gen has every right to be on high alert of that person

Even if we're worried that her research will cause problems, we gotta remember that her steps are actually logical and loving. If I see someone I love so dearly standing over a pit of fire, I'm gonna wanna pull them far away from it. If they say they know what they're doing and I wanna trust them, I'm not gonna just shrug and leave I'm gonna wanna stay close and think of ways to save them if they fall in.

Either Sera is terrified because that's the first time she's tried to kill something or someone (glances over that Eula) told her that if the baby no longer exists, she can steal Gojo back. Then they handed her a box of tea and winked so hard their eyelashes fell off to signal what they really meant.

Also kinda random bc Sera makes my blood boil: (you wrote these characters so well omfggggg), when dealing with.... Unfavorable people, more often than not, you gotta really analyze the person and situation. Some people fear you if you yell or speak harshly and directly state your hatred for them, but people like Sera and several other people in this fic, hoooo boi. It pisses me off so much that in this society (or at least in my position) I always gotta play the "nice" card. I don't yell or speak super condescendingly to anyone. It's like fucking mind games. Even if I really really wanna slap someone for being Awful, I play nice to make sure no one can pin something on me. If you're always """"nice"""" then no one can say you've wronged others. It takes me forever to write messages to some people I used to work with because of this. I always gotta word it in a way where it doesn't sound like I'm blaming them or I'm being rude in any way, but if you read the message, you can clearly tell that I'm not the one at fault whatsoever. If for some reason a higher up had to see those messages they'd go "aw you've been trying so hard but your team just couldn't pull it together" and not "wow maybe if you asked nicely then you wouldn't be in this mess

I'm legit falling asleep, waking up to continue writing the ask, falling sleep and repeae bc it's really late, I really hope my ask is mostly readable😏🤣

no that’s okay you made really great points !!! <33 and as someone pointed out, it will be ooc for gen to be impassive. gojo himself knows gen is built different which is why he’s scared of her lol. also yeah i get what u mean w playing the nice card!! it exists a lot in hierarchical corporate setups (for me) unfortunately

[scoobydoodean]

I haven’t seen anyone suggest Luther is queer before. Interesting. You made me go back to the discussion with Luther’s brother, Garland:

Mr. Garland: Everybody was scared of Luther. They called him a monster. He was too big, too mean-looking. Just too different. Didn't matter he was the kindest man I ever knew. Didn't matter he'd never hurt no one. A lot of people failed Luther. I was one of them. I was a widower with three young 'uns. And I told myself there was nothing I could do.

[…]

Mr. Garland: Jessie was a receptionist at the mill. She was always real nice to Luther, and he had a crush on her. But Frank didn't like it. And when Jessie went missing, Frank was sure that Luther had done something to her. Turns out the old gal killed herself, but Frank didn't know that. They found Luther with a chain wrapped around his neck. He was dragged up and down the stretch outside that plant till he was past dead. Dean: And O'Brien was never arrested? Mr. Garland: I screamed to every cop in town. They didn't want to look into Frank. He was a pillar of the community. My brother was just the town freak.

Say someone doesn't read a queer subtext here. Dean is still a victim erroneously framed as a villain, just like Luther. I've bitterly mentioned this many times, but Kripke himself was actually so incensed by erroneous fan readings of this episode as "Dean is just an asshole" that he issued a definitive interpretation.

So I’ve never before responded directly to the fandom’s comments about an episode, and I don’t plan to make a habit of it, but I couldn’t resist dropping in a thought about the episode “Yellow Fever.” Which is this: Dean is not a dick. None of the writers, or anyone on the creative team of Supernatural, think Dean’s ever been a dick, past, present, or future.  He’s a hero.  Dean did NOT contract the ghost sickness because he’s a dick. Victims contract the illness because they use “fear as a weapon.”  Dean asks Lilith at the episode’s end, “why did I get infected?”  And she cryptically responds, “you know why.  Listen to your heart.”  We, as the writers, probably should have emphasized this mystery more, I take responsibility for that omission.  But the point is: the reason he was infected is because of a SECRET he’s keeping.  A dark secret that will be revealed in Episode 10.  And not at all because of any dickishness, implied or otherwise. Thanks, gang. Eric Kripke, Creator Supernatural

Dean was infected because he tortured souls in Hell under extreme duress—after 30 years of brutal torture and psychological conditioning. That doesn't exactly make him a dick, does it? It makes him a victim—one who is paralleled with assholes in a manner that is almost sickeningly unfair—just like Luther was treated as a villain when he wasn't one.

Something that caught my eye while I was looking is Garland’s dialogue, after Sam suggests he must have hated his brother's killer:

Mr. Garland: I did for a long time, but life's too short for hate, son. And Frank wasn't thinking straight. His wife had vanished, he was terrified. A damn shame he had to put Luther through the same, but... that's fear. It spreads and spreads.

Frank O’Brien, the man who killed Luther, is a John parallel. Blinded by revenge after the perceived murder of his wife, he harms an innocent (Luther) erroneously and that's why Luther becomes a vengeful spirit infected with ghost sickness. This interests me, because I was comparing Sam's actions in 3.10 with his actions here in 4.06 Yellow Fever, and Dean and Jeremy (the guy Sam kills in the same manner through which his father abused him) are also parallels. I have a gifset and a text post. In 3.10, Dean's apathy about his impending demise is placed at John's feet—the feet of a man blinded by revenge with Dean as his collateral damage.

Sam is Jeremy's executioner and Luther's, and kills each in the same manner through which they were abused or killed by a John parallel... and both Jeremy and Luther are Dean parallels. Sam of course, is heavily paralleled with John in the Kripke era, and also has had many moments blinded by desperation for vengeance (1.02, 1.10, 1.11, 1.21, 1.22, 2.02, 3.05, 3.11, s3-s4 gap) on behalf of Jess > John > Dean.

Thinking about 3.10 Dream A Little Dream of Me and 4.06 Yellow Fever as two episodes where Dean is the case of the week in a sense, and Sam kills a traumatized bad guy using their greatest fear.

[killiansprincss]

Two Victims of Bad Form

Okay so this fic is inspired by this post I made last week and it blew up and I had a few requests to write it, so here it is!! I really hope you enjoy it!! 

link to A03

Tagging: @the-darkdragonfly​ @elizabeethan​ @superchocovian​ @lostintheskyfaraway​ @pirateprincessofpizza​

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Liam Jones was used to The Underworld. He hadn’t yet had a run in with Hades and it wasn’t too bad of an afterlife. He didn’t try to keep track of his time here, it was a waste. While he did wonder when he would see his brother again, he only wished he was living a long and happy life.

Liam does wonder what he is up to and what happened when they returned to their home kingdom. Killian was Captain of the Navy now, would he go in front of the King and reveal the true nature of that awful plant, and become a hero?

But had he also found happiness? As a navymen Liam can’t lie and say the female sex didn’t find ways to converse with them and Killian would often become flustered, not knowing the correct and best way to talk to them, as a men of the King there were expectations. But he had hoped there was a special female who he had found happiness with.

But his life-or-afterlife was pretty good. It wasn't great at first though. Accepting the fact you are dead was not something Liam was able to accept straight away, he kept playing his last moments over and over again, and wishing he could go back and stop himself from scratching the dreamshade on his arm. It was a foolish and rash decision which every day he regrets. He fell victim to bad form quickly. The Underworld was a strange town but the wide variety of alcohol was one thing he liked.

There was a bar that Liam would go to every day and the Rum was far spicier than the one he had become accustomed to in the Enchanted Forest, and it was stronger too. Apparently being dead knocks out your tolerance for alcohol. He was a mess. He grieved for his own life, all the things he planned to do and see, and he grieved for his little brother and how now he was all alone.

The owner of the bar, Alaric, was a former King of a long forgotten kingdom. He wasn’t the kindest or most understanding King in his former life, so in the Underworld Alaric devoted his time to helping others, and he helped Liam come to terms with the fact that while he was dead, it was not the worst thing in the world.

“If your mother is here, her gravestone will be up. If she’s in a better place it will have fallen, but a crack will appear if that is not the case.” Those were the last words Alaric said to Liam before he found peace.It was the one thing Liam wanted to know.

Finding out his mother’s fate was a high priority for Liam, he hoped she were in a better place and they would be reunited once Killian arrived in years to come. He hoped she could be proud of her two boys. He doesn’t know what he would do if she were in a worse place.

And there it was. A grave marked “Alice Jones”

Liam smiles. It had fallen over. She was in a better place.

Knowing his mother was in a better place, at peace likely, was all Liam needed to get on with his life in the afterlife.

Alaric was the first person Liam felt like he could speak to and open up to. And it felt good. He wanted to do the same for other people.

So Liam takes over and starts working at the Bar, working his way through the ranks until he eventually becomes manager and owner, well nobody is really an owner of any property in the Underworld, but in every sense the bar was his. He becomes to other people what Alaric was to him. Letting them grieve and come to terms with their own passing and potentially their unfinished business.

Every day he’s at the bar, he hopes his little brother will walk through the doors and they can be together again. Deal with their unfinished business and find peace together. But every day he doesn’t. And as much as it hurts not seeing him, it’s a good thing.

Every day Killian doesn’t walk through his doors is another day he is on Earth living his life. Maybe he's married to a Princess and is the greatest Captain the Royal Navy has seen in centuries. Just maybe.

These dreams keep Liam positive, until one day.

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It started out like any normal day in the Underworld, Liam would wake, go for a morning run before his shift at the bar. It wasn’t too busy, a few regulars who would sit quietly on the other side to where he was working. Until a woman came in who he hadn’t seen before. She was beautiful, with strong bone structure and dark curls that accentuated her face. But she didn’t look in the best state. A new arrival to the Underworld Liam guesses, he’s seen that scared face all too many times.

“I need something strong.” is all she says as she sits on the bar stool to steady herself.

Liam nods as he reaches around for the strongest whiskey they stock and pours it into a frosted glass. This was a much nicer way of serving alcohol, he assumed this was how royals drank, vastly different to the dirty taverns he and Killian drank in.

“How did I end up here?” She sighs as she takes the glass in her hands.

“Well, this is the Underworld, therefore I’d say to end up here means you died. Sorry to be the one to break the news.” Liam says with a sarcastic smile.

She looks up from her glass, clearly not amused by the sarcasm, and Liam can see the pain in her green eyes. “It gets easier, I promise you that.”

“I was murdered.” She finally says. “How am I expected to feel better?”

It was an unfortunate fact that a lot of people ended up in the Underworld due to falling victim to murder.

“Well, I died because of my own stubbornness, left behind my little brother who is all on his own. It takes time to accept these facts, not saying it gets easier right away but you’ll get there in time.”

“I left my son behind with his horrible father. I am a horrible person.” She admits. “It wasn’t meant to be like this. I was going back for him and we would’ve been a family.”

Liam doesn’t say anything else, so he pours her another shot of whiskey and lets her sit there until she eventually leaves. This was her journey and Liam didn’t want to probe into open wounds. And if anyone knew anything about being left with a horrible father it was Liam. He hoped the poor lad ended up on a better path.

But the next day she comes back. “So that whiskey was really good yesterday. Got anything else?”

Liam smiles as he grabs the spicy rum he’s grown accustomed to drinking on days where he needs to drown his sorrows. “My bar is always here if you need a drink or a chat. Names Liam.”

The dark haired beauty takes the glass from Liam and takes a sip, “Milah. Have we met before? You look awfully familiar.”

Liam studies Milah for a second, her green eyes and dark curls don’t ring a bell, and he was normally good with faces. “Can’t say that I have, unless you’ve been dead longer than you think.”

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Milah comes in almost every day for a few weeks before she starts to open up. Liam doesn’t pry, he serves her a drink while she ponders her afterlife.

“My ex husband killed me.” She tells Liam one day. Liam didn’t try to force her to say anything which she appreciates, so she doesn’t mind telling him her story.

Of all the things Milah could’ve said about her murderer, Liam was not expecting that. “I’m sorry to hear that. Do you mind me asking why?”

Milah takes another sip before saying, “I ran away. To be with my lover. He was angry that I left my son behind, but he was just a boy and the high seas are dangerous. I was going to come back for him when he was older. After I ran, my ex husband got hungry for power and revenge so he found a way to become the Dark One, and sure enough he got his revenge on me. Rumple ripped out my heart and called me a bad mother, which I hate to admit he was right.”

“I don’t think you were a bad mother.” Liam tells her. “Sure you could have handled your situation differently, but it sounds like you never forgot about your son and the fact you wanted to go back for him speaks volumes. You mention the high seas, was your lover in the Navy?”

Milah laughs. “Oh no, far from it actually. He was a Pirate Captain and I guess I was also a Pirate. We weren’t bad people, I assure you that, but Baelfire was far too young to understand anything.”

Liam gives her a disapproving look which Milah catches. “Don’t look at me like that. We both ended up in the same place. Don't tell me you were in the Navy.”

Liam just nods. “Naval Captain. Died on a mission the King sent us on. My little brother tried to save me but it was poison and it went straight to my heart.”

“Well I’ll cheers to that.” Milah says, raising her glass.

A few days later Milah is telling her story again, and giving more details about how bad her life was at home with her husband. “He took my choice away from me to have a second child. Baelfire was sick, and he was too much of a coward to steal the medicine to save his life. Rumple made a deal instead that this man would take our second born in exchange, so I could never have a second child.”

“You’ll get to face him again one day, when he arrives down here and you can tell him what a coward he was.” Liam felt horrible for Milah, she was a victim of another man's bad form and it ruined her life and led to her destruction.

“One can only hope. Anyway, it was that night I met Killian and everything changed.”

Liam freezes, he hadn’t heard that name come out of another mouth since he died. Milah notices, “are you okay?”

“Sorry. Killian was my little brother's name, I haven't heard it since, and it brought back memories. Sorry, continue with your story.”

“So he tells me he’s a Pirate, and he’s captain of the fastest ship in all the realm and he can take me anywhere I wish.”

Killian. It’s a common name surely. Fastest Ship in all the realm, Liam is sure a lot of Pirates say this. But just to be sure. “What was his name? Captain who? We came across Pirates in my Naval days, I’d be interested to know who he is.”

“Jones. Captain Killian Jones.”

Liam freezes and his vision suddenly becomes blurry.

No. It couldn’t be. His little brother, his trusted Lieutenant, a Pirate. No, not just a Pirate, but apparently the most ‘fearsome in the land.’ “I believe you’re talking about my little brother. Only when I died he was Lieutenant Jones of the King's Royal Navy.”

Milah’s eyes widened, “That’s why you look so familiar, you have his eyes.” Tears began to form thinking about what she had heard and what Killian had mentioned about his brother. “Something called Nightshade, it poisoned you, but the King wanted it for his army. Killed you as soon as you left the Island.”

Liam smiles, Killian had told someone about him. “The poison was called Dreamshade. I didn’t want to bore you with details of my death but I guess it relates. We didn’t know that it was a poison, and assumed it was a simple herb or plant used to heal our warriors. It was a strange island, there was this boy no older than 15, he told us it was deadly. Course I didn’t believe the kid so I cut myself with the plant. One thing led to another and I died because the water I drank which healed it wore off as soon as we were back in the Enchanted Forest.”

“I’m so sorry Liam. Killian spoke of his brother, of you. I didn’t put two and two together.” She felt horrible that she had been speaking about Killian not knowing his blood and flesh was right in front of her.

“Don’t worry about it, I’m not angry at you-how were you to know. I’m a little disappointed in my brother though, as soon as he became a Navy Man he stopped drinking and always believed in good form, Pirates were the epitome of bad form.”

Milah shakes her head. “No stop that. You don’t know what your death did to him. He told me the reason he became a pirate is because how could a King send his best men on a mission that had such dark consequences, he would never serve under the rule of such a cruel man. He would not let you become a victim of the King, he didn’t want the man who sent him there to die and speak crap about what a fine captain he was and what a tragic accident it was.”

“So you’re saying he became a Pirate because of me?” Liam was having a hard time understanding how the most noble man he knew would live a life like that when they had worked so hard for their position.

“I met Killian only  a few years ago, and by then he had made a name for himself in the lands. But once I got to know him, I understood he was a broken man who drank away his sorrows. He mentioned you to me but he mainly buried what happened to you inside, bottling up his emotions so he seemed hard-faced and scary to others. But not to me.” She explains. “He idolizes you, always believing you were the best man he ever knew and how could he ever live up to that. But it was the anger over what happened to you which forced him into the situation he was in, he made a statement as the King had to scramble to find a new Navy and a new ship.”

Liam smiles at the thoughts of their so-called great King realising his navy men were now a band of Pirates and convincing the people it was fine and explaining to trade leaders why he needed a new ship and a brand new legion. “Our terrible King paid a dear price for his wicked plans, I guess it’s what they call karma.”

“We were happy, Killian and I. He was happy, his men commented they hadn’t seen him like that since you died.” Milah tells Liam. That’s all she would want to know about Bae, if he was happy.

“I’m glad he was able to move on and find love. And I’m just sad it didn’t last.”

“He will be happy again. It’ll take time but I’m sure he can find what he has with me with someone else.” Milah wasn’t cruel, she wants Killian to find love again someday with someone special- he doesn’t deserve to be alone forever.

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While Milah stops coming to the bar every day, they still keep in touch and give each other updates if someone new arrives who knows Killian.

“Captain Liam. What a sight for sore eyes you are!” Miller, a former crewmate of Liam and Killian arrives one day, explains he was killed by someone called a Lost Boy, another Pirate. “Your brother is a fine captain, Hook may be a Pirate but you’d be proud of him.”

“Hook?” Liam asks.

Miller looks confused for a second before realising, “Oh I forgot he got the hook after you died!”

Turns out the Dark One cut off Killian’s hand and in Pirate fashion he replaced it with a hook, so now he’s ‘Captain Hook.’ Well at least he now knew to listen out for Captain Hook when new arrivals came.

And sure enough this worked out, though he wasn’t fond of some of the stories he heard.

“Did you hear there will be a curse?” Milah says to Liam one day.

Liam shakes his head, he doesn't like to hear too much of what is going on up there, he’s only interested in his brother.

“There’s an evil witch or someone who is planning on cursing everyone in the Enchanted Forest and placing them in her own personal hell.” Milah explains, she leaves out the rumours her ex husband is involved. “They say they will be frozen in time for 28 years until a saviour comes.”

“28 years? That means-“

Milah finishes his thoughts, “28 years frozen in time means nobody comes down here and we are in the dark about Killian.”

Liam sighs, it had been a few hundred years in the world upstairs, and they had learnt Killian was in Neverland, a place where nobody ages. But they had learnt so much about him and were hoping to find out more, but this curse was a setback.

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They know the curse has broken when people start entering the Underworld. Also turns out the town where the curse put them was based off the Underworld.

At first they don’t hear much about Killian, or “Hook”. Until one day.

“They took the Saviour’s son. Hook lent his ship to the Hero’s, they’re going after them.”

Not too long after, a face Liam would recognise anywhere shows up. The boy who led them to the dreamshade. And he is joined by the Dark One himself.

“I’m not ready to face him.” Milah tells Liam.

“It’s okay, he’s the only one who knows about my brother. I shall keep your name out of it.”

“Well if it isn’t the one handed Pirate’s brother.” The Dark One says when he enters the pawn shop, which he apparently owns in the cursed land. He’d never met the man before, but supposedly he was all knowing.

“You’re the only person who can tell me about my brother. Please I mean no threat.”  It wasn’t his place to defend Milah, he also did not wish to anger the Dark One.

The Dark One sighs. “I met your brother when he was a Pirate and I was a man with no power. He beat me in a duel when I was still powerless, so it was an unfair advantage. Many years later we met again and I cut off his hand as I thought that’s where a magic bean was but alas he tricked me. The Pirate hid in Neverland for a couple hundred years to get revenge. But I will say your brother has changed while in Storybrooke, he’s in love with the Saviour who hasn’t quite admitted she feels the same just yet. But he’s changed his tune, he may be a Pirate but he’s working on being a hero.”

Liam smiles, his little brother has found love? And a hero. This woman he was in love with- a saviour, the one who was destined to break the curse? Not admitting her feelings for him, sounds like the perfect match for the ‘womaniser’ that he had rumoured to be.

“He’s on the side of the heros.” He tells Milah that night at the bar when she was sure she was not going to run into her ex.

“You’re not serious?” Milah couldn’t believe it, Killian was working on the good side?

“Dark one confirmed it himself. He also, um,” Liam begins to tell her about how he found love, but isn’t sure how she would take to it.

“What? What is it” Milah can tell he’s hesitating, not wanting to tell her something, wait. “He’s found someone-hasn't he?”

Liam nods.

Milah lets out a soft laugh, “It’s okay that he found love again. I’m not so daft to wait 500 years for him to return. Killian is not my unfinished business, my son is. Tell me about the woman he’s found.”

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And so Liam wonders about this woman his little brother had fallen in love with. He imagines she’s strong and feisty, like he remembers his mother was, and doesn’t put up with his brother's cockiness he inherited from their father.

Killian was always destined for great things and it sounds like he is finally on the path for this greatness. He tries to listen out for little things here and there when new people start arriving, but he wants to hear it himself when he eventually does see his brother again. Although he hopes it won’t be for a very long time, he wants to hear how his brother fell in love and started a family, giving his kids a better childhood than the two of them had.

But unfortunately one day, sooner than expected, he does overhear

“Captain Hook is here.”

He arrives at the blue house by the water, it’s grand and beautiful. Knocking at the door was the hardest thing he ever had to do, but a blonde woman dressed in white opens the door, this must be the saviour.

He doesn’t know what he will say to her, does he say thank you for being the woman his brother needs? Or does he just introduce himself and hope Killian isn’t too far away.

“Hi can I-“ she begins, but that’s when he sees him standing behind her,

“Killian!” 300 years of waiting, looking a lot older and dressed in modern black leather, his little brother was finally here.

[alexhogh7137]

The Battle Between Love and Fire-

Ivar the Boneless × Reader

Chapter Forty-Three

Chapter Forty-Four: The Final Warning

Word Count 4.5k

Warnings: some smut, slight angst, mentions of brutality, fluff in between

When you locked eyes with the love of your life for the first time in weeks, you felt whole again. It was like a huge piece of you has been missing these past weeks and now that you are whole again, you feel the power rush through your veins. 

Daario "Wait..so this is your husband?" He looks at you, pointing to Ivar. 

Ivar "And is that a problem?" He says, walking closer to Daario. 

Daario "No, of course not-"

"Yes, Naharis..this is my husband, Ivar Lothbrok." Ivar looks at you, almost surprised that he did not hear Ivar the Boneless come from your mouth. But then again, he isn't surprised at all. He knows that you respect and love him more than anyone ever has. 

Daario "Lothbrok..Hvitserk's brother-"

Ivar "I am me, myself and I..this is who I am." He says with open arms. Daario, does not know what to say. So you take it upon yourself and walk up to your love and lean into him for warmth. 

"My love, can we go inside, it is getting cold?"

Ivar leans down and kisses your forehead softly, "Of course, my love. Come on, let's go." He takes one look at Daario before leading you into the palace. Hvitserk stays outside with Daario to make sure that the young girl stays away from you. 

Daario "How the hell did he get here?"

Hvitserk "What? Are you stupid?" Daario does not respond, "His horse!" He points at Ivar's horse and carriage. 

Daario "He said "thank gods..I made it" what does he mean by that?"

Hvitserk "Us vikings have these visions that we get pretty frequently. They foretell our futures. Whether it be near or far into the future, we can see it. Good and the bad."

Daario "So you are telling me that Ivar had a vision of the young girl, killing Y/n?" 

Ubbe "On the contrary," he says, coming up from behind his brother, "I had the vision."

Daario "huh..and you are?"

Ubbe "Ubbe Lothbrok, and you are?"

Daario "Daario Naharis, the leader here."

Hvitserk snickers, "Barely a leader Naharis." He let his head fall but he did not let his smirk fade. 

Ubbe "I see. So you will be watching over this place when the queen is gone aye?"

Daario "That is right."

Ubbe "Mm, good. Then I am glad that I could come and meet you in person before Y/n returned home to us." He says as he gets into Daario's face, "I will say this once, if you do anything to cause destruction or chaos to this kingdom, I will make sure that you pay for ruining the kingdom that my sister is trying so hard to repair. And secondly, if you ever do anything to harm or cause my sister any ill will, I will make sure that whatever you did to her, I will do the same to you but you won't make it out alive, are we clear?" Daario simply nods, "Good." He sniffles and pats his brother on the shoulder before leaving the two men outside.

Daario looks at a smiling Hvitserk, "Are all of you this friendly?"

Hvitserk "Oh, poor Naharis.." he walks closer to him so that he can whisper in his ear, "you just met the nicest one out of all of us." He pats Daario on the back before leaving him outside with his thoughts. And those thoughts, well, let's just say that he is more scared tonight than he has been in his entire life. He takes a look around him and sees Wessex flooding with Viking warriors. He gulps and rushes inside the palace, locking his chamber door behind him.

When you were finally alone with Ivar, you practically collapsed in his arms. He did the same, you both just fell to the floor and held each other so hard that you could hear Ivar's armor start to bend. 

Ivar "Oh, my heart-"

"I have missed you so much." You look into his eyes and they were the bluest of blues. 

Ivar "I have missed you more-"

"I did not know that I was so weak without you until I saw you.." his eyes sparkled, "When I saw you, it was like my life source just fled back into my body!" You force a giggle to lighten up the conversation. "You are my everything Ivar, you know that..yes?"

Ivar "Yes, my love. How could I forget your love for me? Y/n, when you were gone, I was nothing but a crippled man sitting on his throne." Your smile fades, "I need you just as much as you need me, my sweet. We are nothing without each other..I think that time has proven that, no?"

"No, you are right Ivar. I should not have stayed here this long, I'm sor-"

Ivar "No no no, do not apologize for being in your own kingdom Y/n. This is your kingdom, your first home. I expected you to stay as long as you did. But I am just glad that I have you back in my arms."

"You are my home Ivar. I am home when I am in your arms." He holds back tears and kisses you over and over again. Once his lips are on your own, the spark in your soul reignited. When your lips part, he smiles and rubs small circles on your cheeks, making you blush from the affection. 

"I should say good night to my people, would you like to join me?"

Ivar "Of course, my queen." You both help each other up off of the floor and make your way down stairs, where you find Hvitserk and the rest of your people. You smile when your eyes lock to Hvitserk's, and once he had your attention, he silenced everyone. 

"Today was eventful to say the least. But tonight was a surprise! For one, I almost died..again." you let your head fall but for only a second, "But thankfully, I am still here because of the Gods and because of Daario." He smiles and nods, "Thank you for saving my life tonight." 

Daario "Always." He shouted just loud enough. Ivar did not like that, no. Nor does he like the way he stares at you from head to toe. That will be discussed tomorrow. 

"And another surprise happened on this night, my beloved husband and king of Kattegat, has arrived!" Your people started to clap, making Ivar smile and bow a tad. "With that being said, I will be leaving Wessex in two days time. I belong with my husband, where he goes, I go. He is my true home." He takes your hand in his own when he hears you say those words to your people. His heart practically explodes in his chest. Hvitserk too, smiles as he saw his brother smile be so genuine. 

"However, if any of you wish to speak to me, one on one, before I leave for Kattegat, please let me know. I will gladly talk to any of you. Good night everyone." They all shout their good night's and watch you and Ivar walk back to your chambers. Hvitserk walks up and makes his way to your chambers as well, waiting for his hug. 

Hvitserk "Can't go to bed without my hug." He says with his long arms out for you to wrap your arms around his waist. Ivar smiles as he takes off his armor and made his way to the bed.

"Love you so much Hvitserk, thank you for protecting me tonight. I swear, I say that everyday, for that I apologize."

Hvitserk chuckles, "Do you ever not apologize, kitten?"

"Mmm, habit I suppose." You say as you look up at him. 

Hvitserk kisses your head, "Bad habit to have love. I am glad that I am able to protect someone that I love. Now get some sleep, both of you."

Ivar "Good night, my brother."

Hvitserk "Good night."

"Sweet dreams." He smiles and walks out of the door and you shut it behind him. Ivar is in bed now, just waiting for you to be in his chest. He watches and admires your figure as you undress yourself. You know that he is watching because you can feel his eyes on your skin. 

"Like what you see, do you?" 

Ivar chuckles, "Like is not the word."

"Then what word would you use?"

Ivar thinks for a moment, "You are my weakness, my love. As soon as I see you, my desire for you is instant." You can feel your body temperature rise and the lust you crave is getting unbearable. 

"So you desire me right now, hmm?" You say as you climb in bed, inches away from his face. "Even though I am as big as a whale?" He does not laugh like you do, he just grabs your face and holds you in the palm of his hands. 

Ivar "You are carrying a beautiful human being in your core, Y/n. This is a miracle of life. A life that was expecting to not make it after all that you have gone through during this pregnancy. So do not call yourself a whale, you are the most beautiful woman that I have ever laid my eyes on...with child and without child. You are my wife, my queen, my every-" you crash your lips onto his before he could finish his sentence. He breathes in deeply with hunger, waiting for your lips to part so that his tongue can make its entrance. He gently rolls you onto your back so that he can be the dominant one. 

Ivar "Now let me show you, just how much I have missed my queen." You breathe heavily with the anticipation. You watch him lower his body down to your core and your eyes roll back at first contact. Your fingers intertwine with his unbraided hair as he devours you. Once you reach your climax, your energy is completely spent. Ivar knew that your climax hit you hard, maybe too hard. So once he rises from his position, he rushes to your side before your head hits the pillow. He held you close and watched you fall asleep in his arms. 

Ivar "Sleep well, my love. Tomorrow will be a good day." He whispers to you as he rubs your head, easing you into a soft and deep slumber.

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The next morning, Ivar awoken with you in his arms. He does not know why, but when he awoke, he feared that you would not be there. He has realized that he has always had that fear ever since you were taken. But to his much relief, you are fast asleep in his arms. He kisses your skin, waking you in the kindest and most romantic way possible. 

"Mmm." You hum, half asleep. 

Ivar "Good morning, my sweetheart."

"It wasn't a dream after all.."

Ivar "It was real. I am here." Your eyes open then, looking at your handsome husband. 

"I am so glad." He reaches down to kiss your lips before crawling his way out of bed. "It is early, stay in bed."

Ivar "Mmm, no can do."

"Why?"

Ivar "I have some business to take care of."

"This is Wessex, Ivar. Not Kattegat."

Ivar "Oh I am aware.."

"Then what business?" Ivar looks at you and you knew instantly by his facial expressions. His face can tell you stories that words do not necessarily have to be said. "This early Ivar?"

Ivar "Earlier the better, my love."

"Fine.."

Ivar "Hey," he struggles his way to you, "I am doing what any husband should do. I am sure that Hvitserk already had a talk to him, huh?"

"Of course he did...multiple times."

Ivar "My point has been made then. I will find you when I am done, I promise." 

"Love you." You say as you watch him walk towards the door.

Ivar "So much." He said, then closed the door. You sink your body back down into the mattress for a minute or two before forcing yourself to get out of the warmth. You decide to leave your hair down today, with very little braids. Your dress of choice is a no sleeve one with dragon scales on the breasts. It is a very beautiful one at that. But the last time you wore this dress, you were not with child, still you wear it. It is tight but it is durable. You look down at your belly and hold yourself and sway your legs from side to side, while humming a lullaby. You can't stop thinking about the day that you will get to welcome your's and Hvitserk's daughter into this world. How beautiful she will be and how strong of a woman that she will become. She will make you proud, you just know it. And one day, you will find her dragon eggs so that she can have her own magical creatures. You have to do that task for your daughter, she deserves this wonderful gift, the only gift that your father gave you that gave your life new meaning. Then, when she is old enough, you and Hvitserk will give them to her as a birthday gift. Just as your father did for you, but you will do it with love, not as a strategy. 

"You will live a long and happy life, my child. I promise." Just then, there was a knock on the door. "Come in!" You shouted. You watch the door open and a familiar figure appears in the doorway. 

Hvitserk "Good morn- oh my.." he says once he took in your appearance. 

"What is it?"

Hvitserk "Sorry I wasn't expecting you to be up this early..you just look so beautiful." You let your head fall to hide your blush. 

"Thank you, Hvit."

Hvitserk "Of course, Kitten. How did you sleep hmm?" He said whilst pulling you into his chest. 

"Very well, and you?"

Hvitserk "Probably not as good as you but it was not the worst sleep I've had."

"You did not sleep well?"

Hvitserk "Well not extremely well. I didn't have you in my arms for the first time in weeks, that's hard to readjust to." You nod because you understand completely. But instead of responding, you just look back down to your belly. Hvitserk gently grabs your growing belly and leans down to give it a bunch of kisses. You giggle at how much his scruffies tickle. 

Hvitserk "How is our little princess, hmm?"

"She is well. I was singing to her a moment a-" you pause when she kicks inside of you, taking your breath away from how strong the kick was. Hvitserk had his hand right where she kicked, and felt the brute force with his own hands. 

Hvitserk "Gods...are you alright?!"

"Uhm, fine. Just fine..wasn't expecting that is all."

Hvitserk "That was the biggest kick I have ever felt!"

"Me as well. She must be getting antsy..she must want out just as much as we do." He forces a chuckle and kisses where she kicked. 

Hvitserk "Hey little one," he whispers to her, "Don't kick momma so hard, aye? She is fragile-"

"Hey.."

Hvitserk laughs, "okay, she is not fragile but she is special and you need to take it easy on her alright?" He pauses to kiss it again, "Everyone is excited to meet you, little one. Your mother and I especially. We love you so so much." He rests his head on you for a second, just in case she kicked again or to hear her heartbeat for a little while. Your eyelids get heavier as Hvitserk rests on you, and you hold his head on your belly. This is one of Hvitserk's favorite things to do, ever since you started growing, he would rest his head on you and awaits to hear the heart or wait for a kick. You remember his reaction when he felt the first kick. His eyes got big and his smile formed from ear to ear. Once it sunk in, he cried tears of joy, just as you did. 

Hvitserk "You here?"

"Mm, yes of course. Just adoring this moment, aren't you?"

Hvitserk "Every moment with you, I adore. But I must say, I am going to miss these moments with you when our little one is born."

"I will miss this too. But when she is here, we can hold her together, play with her, teach her together. Isn't that exciting?!"

Hvitserk "Very exciting, love-"

"My queen, what would you like for breakfast?" A maiden asked. 

"Oh sweet, it does not matter to me. Whatever you feel like cooking, I am sure that it will be delicious like always." She smiles and nods before leaving the room once again. 

You sigh, catching Hvitserk's attention. 

Hvitserk "What is it?"

"Ivar..he is going to talk to Daario."

Hvitserk "Is that where he has gone?"

"Yes."

Hvitserk "Should we go find them, or wait it out?"

"If we hear screaming, we go towards the scream.." he smirks, "but until then, let's just go eat hmm?"

Hvitserk "Sounds good to me kit." You smile and lead the way to the dining hall.

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Ivar asks your people to find Daario for him, to make it easier on himself. So while he waited, he was thinking of how he would talk to this man. Will he be kind, will he be harsh? We shall all find out together. 

"King Ivar.." he got up from his seat and started walking towards the maiden when he saw a man in the doorway, "Leader Daario is here."

Ivar "Uh huhh.." he says as he pauses right before him. 

Daario nods, "You wished to see me, Ivar?"

Ivar "Yes, please..would you join me?" He nods and walks where Ivar pointed. He waits for Ivar to stand in front of him to speak. 

Daario "So what is it that you wanted to speak about?"

Ivar chuckles, "My wife, of course!" He said in a high pitched voice to be dramatic. "You see, I have only been here since last night and I can already hear your thoughts, Naharis." Daario's mouth opens and he is stunned by what he is hearing. 'How can he know my thoughts' he asked himself. 

Ivar "I am aware that my brother Hvitserk has already spoken to you, yes?"

Daario "Yes-" he clears his throat and tries again, "Yes. He has, on a few occasions."

Ivar "Mm. That is good, hmm?" Daario does not answer, "I suppose that my brother made it very clear that if you ever did any harm to her or this kingdom, well..you know you would not survive..don't you, Naharis?"

Daario gulps, "I bet that I would not-"

Ivar "Even if you ran, we would hunt you down until we found you in a ditch somewhere. Starving, dehydrated, clinging to life..but then that is when you would really suffer-"

Daario "I get it, Ivar. I have told your brother's that that is never my intent to harm y/n or this kingdom. I am simply here to guide, nothing else." Ivar's nose rises in a cocky way. 

Ivar "Hmm. But that is not completely true, is it?" He does not answer, "Everyone who can see, can see your fantasies about my wife."

Daario "I will admit to you, I have had thoughts but that was before my life got threatened every day.."

Ivar "I see," he said with a smirk, "but you have to take things from our perspective, aye? Picture this Naharis, you are married to Y/n and she goes back to her home and leaves you to stay in your own kingdom, and she writes letters to you stating, your brother is very weary of the man that is supposed to lead her people. Lastly, your other brother tells you of his vision where you lose everything that you have ever loved. And once you get here, you see your wife but then you see the man behind her, staring her down like she is a fresh meal." He said with anger and hatred in his voice. Daario knows that he is not wrong. He has very strong feelings for you, to which he can never act upon because that would be a death wish. 

Daario sighs, "I see your point, and my sincere apologies." Ivar nods, "You know..you're not as evil as people think you are, Ivar."

Ivar snickers evily, "No, I'm much worse." He said and then started to walk towards him even closer. "If you find me kind, think twice Naharis. This is your warning from me, you have been warned by my brothers, so this was my own warning. My wife is a kind and gentle soul who is the most powerful queen that you will ever bare witness to. She is a mother of dragons, carrying my child. Shall I go on..?"

Daario "No-"

Ivar "Shh…" he puts his hand in the air for Daario to silence himself, "Someone is watching us." He turns around and find you coming into the room with Hvitserk and two guards close behind.

"Hello, beloved. How has you two's talk been going?"

Ivar "Ahh my sweet, very well I think." You smile and then look at up at Daario who looks like he is about to projectile vomit.

Daario "Yes, very well, my queen."

"Good, that is good to hear. Now since my boys have talked to you, I figured that it would be my place to do the same-"

Daario "Are you serious-?!"

Hvitserk "Let your queen speak Naharis!" He shouted. 

"Look, I mean no ill will towards you. Men like you are all the same: eager for power, perverted in the eyes of women, and puts himself before others..but that last one is not quite true for you, Daario. You treat my people very well, and I appreciate that very much, I do. But I see your eyes linger from woman to woman in this kingdom, one being myself and for that, I cannot allow. Sadly, I cannot be two places at once so here is my warnings: if you ever harm anyone in this kingdom, whether that being violently or sexually, I will have you skinned alive. If you ever endanger my people, I will throw you in the darkest, most horrid kingdom to my knowledge. I may be kind to those I love, but if you cross me, I will make my father's legacy look like child's play." Ivar looks at his brother like 'Holy Shit!' making Hvitserk chuckle a bit. 

"Now I like you Daario, or else I would have not chosen you to lead my people when need be. But as a queen, I need to set rules and boundaries. You understand?"

Daario breathes out, "Yes, of course."

"Good. I hope that things have been cleared and the air can be lighter between all of us here. I only want happiness in my kingdom, no hatred."

Daario "No hard feelings, my queen. But can I speak now?"

"You can." Ivar tenses up and gets closer to you. 

Daario "I accept every word that you all have said to me. I cannot say that any of you are wrong." He forces a defensive laugh, "I can speak for any man or woman that you carry a beauty that is unique. When I first saw you, I have to admit, I had thoughts. But I promise you that that will never happen again. I care for you, my queen. You carry a special presence within you that is hard to find. And for that, I would never disobey you or cause you nor your people any harm whatsoever. You put your trust in me Y/n, I won't let you down."

"I believe you." Hvitserk calms down and lets his hand fall from his sword. 

Ivar "I do not. Until you prove yourself a loyal and noble man." 

Daario "I accept that. You are her husband, I respect you." Ivar nods. "And for you Hvitserk?"

Hvitserk "I just want the best for Y/n and her people. The thought of someone ruining it after everything she has done to try to save it, infuriates me. I try not to hate you, Naharis. But you are foreign to us. We know your past and your intentions but only the gods know what your true intentions are."

Daario "I can't prove myself any more than I already have. I saved her life-!"

"You did. And for that, I now trust you more than I did when I arrived." He smiles and nods. 

Daario "And I would do it again."

Hvitserk "As for my opinion on you, I think that you are genuine, but you are perverted." Daario shakes his head and chuckles.

Daario "Okay, fine. Call me whatever you'd like, anyone who knows Y/n can tell you the same thing that I told you here today. She is very beautiful-"

Ivar "She is indeed. But that does not allow you to act out on your fantasies."

Daario "I told you that I would not."

Ivar "Then we can move forward, yes!?" 

"Yes, my love..breakfast is ready. Come join me and Hvitserk!"

Ivar "I'd love too."

"Daario, you are welcome to join us at the table."

Daario "Thank you, my queen." You nod and take Ivar's hand as you walk out the door. Daario swallows deeply, trying to hide his fear as he sits down at the table filled with Viking warriors. 

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The meal went well, no one went back and forth over today's discussion which pleased you. You finally feel lighter and that the matter at hand has been taken care of. Now, you can go home tomorrow with a clear state of mind. 

Ivar "You are looking forward to coming home to Kattegat?"

"Mmm, more than you can know."

Ivar "Really?" You nod, "But why? This palace is luxurious, spotless even. More than I can offer you at home."

"Have you forgotten that I ran away from this place and came to you for sanctuary?"

Ivar smiles, "No."

"Kattegat is my home. It has been for over a year since I came to you Ivar. We've been through a lot together haven't we?"

Ivar "A little too much."

You giggle, "But it all made us stronger my love. We made it through it all and here we are..I'm home and you're with me! My daughter will be born any day now and that day will bring us all so much joy!"

Ivar "Oh so joyus!"

"I love you Ivar. You are my home and tomorrow we will go home to Kattegat!"

Ivar "I love you, my sweetheart."

"And I you." Daario smiles as he overhears yours and Ivar's conversation, to which Uvar notices. Ivar notices everything. 

Ivar "What is it?"

Daario "Nothing, its just..you look good together. Odd. But good." You look at Ivar and he simply smiles.

You both, "Odd is perfect."

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PART TWO OF GHOSTBUR!!! Since you seemed to like the first one! :D

They all pause for a moment to take in what they just heard.

Wilbur...? Doesn't remember them...?

Tommy is the first one to speak up, sounding more hurt and confused with just an edge of anger to the words. "We...We're your family, Wilbur!! Wil- ...Wil are you-" Tommy doesn't want to believe that Wilbur doesn't remember them, he doesn't want that... "Wil, you better not be fucking with us-" he starts again, sounding more angry, fresh tears beginning to fall. "Cause if you are, I swear to god-"

And he stops as he finds a hand on his shoulder. Tommy turns and finds Techno.

"Tommy...he doesn't remember us Tommy..."

Wilbur shifts around, floating around slightly and awkwardly. "Y-you all seem to care a whole lot..." his hand moves to his chest. "I can't remember how I died...I can hardly remember anything...I'm so sorry if you knew me well..."

Tommy gets angry again- calling it anger is a disservice to the emotional turmoil, he was upset and scared and happy and so so sad- and Techno gets ready to hold him back again when another voice interrupts them.

"Knew you...?" It was Phil... "Knew you??" He pulled up his hanging head and tears ran freely. "Hell, Wilbur- I RAISED YOU!! I know you better than I know myself!! Wilbur, don't you recognize me? Recognize us?" He takes a step toward Wil and so much pain and hurt reflects in Phil's eyes- it hurt to look at them. "Wilbur we're your family! Those are your brothers...!! And I'm-" he remembers the explosion, the pleading of his son- kill me, kill me, please kill me- and takes a shattered breath. "And I'm your father."

Wilbur looks around at the broken family.

A boy who looks as if he once held his entire world in his hands, only to have it melt through his fingers and spill to the floor.

A man who looks like chaos incarnate, now heavy with guilt and shame, a horrible tiredness running through him endlessly.

A boy who looks as though he'd been through hell and back with a smile on his face, still trying to be happy for others around him.

A man who looks as though he had the world. As though he had absolutely everything. And now his everything was gone.

And Wilbur speaks. "Was..." he gulps in a breath at the teary eyes, almost not wanting to know the answer to the question on his tongue. "Was I a good brother?"

Memories flood the minds of the family.

Tommy recalls times of when him and Wilbur would make huge pillow forts when they were younger and of how whenever Tommy was upset, Wil would come up behind him and lay himself over his shoulders in a lazy gesture- not quite a hug, but something that felt the same.

Tommy also remembered Wilbur, eyes alive with insanity and agressive cruelty. The Wilbur that would scream at Tommy and pound his fist against the wall and tell Tommy that he was hopeless.

Techno remembers times in his life where him and Wilbur would sneak out of the house together to go hunt mobs- Wilbur never really wanted to be there, but Techno would never have gone without him. He remembered how when Techno would lock himself in his room and quietly panic, only to hear the calm strummings of a guitar from the other side of the door until Techno calmed down.

Techno also remembered the Wilbur that wanted to blow up Manburg, that wanted Techno's help in it's destruction. The Wilbur that craved chaos and hurt and pain. The Wilbur he had helped to destroy good.

Tubbo recalls times after he was adopted into the family, times where he would struggle with reading and writing and Wilbur would silently walk over and help him. He remembers times when he feels lost and Wilbur would pass by him humming a tune Tubbo would recognize, and soon the two of them would be singing loudly in the livingroom and laugh when Phil came down and yelled at them.

Tubbo also remembered Wilbur, actions shaky and plagued as he spouted on and on about Manburg and L'manburg and would sing stuttering and manic lyrics to a half-finished song and scribling them to a wall of his insanity.

Phil remembered Wilbur, the moment he came into Phil's life, the moments that he would have to wrangle the pure-hearted chaos of the boy with eyes that sparkled with neverending wonder and curiosity and passion. He remembered moments when Wilbur would begin to cry or leave the house telling the others he was "going for a walk" when they all knew he would break down the moment the house left his sight- he remembered the way he once cried for an injured bird when Phil told him the animal wouldn't make it, and remembered the way that Phil wasted a health potion on the little bird that night, just to see him smile again.

And Phil remembered the Wilbur in the control room. His eyes, his voice, his actions- a shattered and twisted version of what Phil had known him to be. The way his voice cracked and the way his eyes were alive with pain and madness and the way he fell to his knees as the home he had built was blown to bits. Phil remembered the way that on his knees still, Wilbur grappled onto Phil's coat and begged him over and over to end him, so much pain and hurt and trapped craze in his voice it shattered Phil.

"Was I a good brother?"

They were silent.

And then a small word from a small boy- a boy now president of a ruined land. "You were the best big brother anyone could ask for, Wilbur." They looked to Tubbo, who hadn't spoken a word the entire time. His eyes still dripped tears, but he had the most wonderful smile on his face. "You were the coolest big brother in the world. Why do you think we're so happy to see you again?" He gave a wet laugh. "Hell, you were amazing! Did you know that you used to help me with my english homework cause I couldn't read? A-and you would sing songs with me when I was sad!! You were the kindest brother a man could ask for."

"For real, Big Man!!" It was Tommy's turn to speak as he tried fruitlessly to dry his eyes. "You don't remember, but you and me made the most massive forts and we would hide there for hours and scare Technoblade!" Tommy laughed fondly. "I remember one time Techno was carrying a stick and hit me on the head when i scared him. You sat down with me and told me that I was okay and that we were gonna whack Techno with a billion sticks when I felt better."

"You..." Techno was hesitant for only a fraction of a second. "You used to help me sneak out of the house and we'd do all sorts of crazy things. You always said you were watching after me to make sure i never got hurt." He gave an amused chuckle at the memories. "You would play guitar in the hallway when i was upset, no matter what time it was. You got in trouble a lot for that, but you never stopped."

"Wilbur..." They turned to Phil as he adressed his son. Phil remembered and remembered and couldn't stop remembering and everything he remembered was good and every single memory was filled with thoughts of Wilbur- that's my son!- even in his last moments, and even the moments after when Phil had known he was long gone but held him closely anyway, he remembered the way he felt. Wilbur had never stopped being his son, Phil had never once stopped loving him. "Are you proud of me, Phil?" And the blonde man let more tears roll down his cheeks.

Phil tugged the ghost man into his arms and held on as if he ever let go, Wilbur really would disappear and be gone forever. "I'm so proud of you, Wilbur..." He spoke into the ghostial yellow sweater his son wore. "You were and still are the best son a man could ask for...i know you forgot that. But you know now and that's all that matters. I'm sorry i wasn't a better father, but know that i am so proud of you...so so proud, Wilbur..."

And Wilbur hugs him back.

It's hesitant, but it's there.

And Phil's other sons will know that as Wilbur embraced his father, tears rolled down his face in an unstoppable flow of emotion that Wilbur himself didn't understand completely, but his brothers did.

Wilbur doesn't know why he was crying. He didn't remember these people. But their emotions and connections were so so strong he felt the hints of distant memories flood him.

Someone giggling as they stacked things together.

Someone singing loudly with him as they danced around a room.

Someone chatting and joking with him under the stars.

Someone there, always always there. They never left...and they loved him so much.

"So..." Wilbur tried to keep his voice even, but found he could not. "I was a good brother?"

He was flooded with more arms- the embrace of his siblings, all shouting and telling him he was wonderful.

Tubbo...he remembered the name and he felt emotions attached to the name and the face, but he couldn't remember why.

Tommy...he could recall emotions attached to that name and was flooded with involuntary emotions when he looked at his blue eyes.

Techno...he could recall the name like an old friend and knew immediately that he was a comrade- a friend- a brother? He knew that name but couldn't understand why.

And Phil...he knew Phil. The memories were so blocked and so fuzzy and he could only just make out a smiling face, but it was Phil. He didn't know why and he didn't know how but he loved that name.

He loved all their names, and was overcome with inexplicable emotions when he saw them.

"...Dad...?" Wilbur finally let the word fall from his lips.

Phil held him closer.

"You were the best son I could have ever asked for..."

(I can keep the story going if you want! I really like drabbling this it's so much fun lol! But for now this is a good stopping place cause the ask is hella long.)

MANNNN I AM IN L O V E. THE WAY YOU RIGHT IS SO NICE AND FLOWY AND IT ALL JUST WORKS SO OERFECTLY TOGETHER! AND THE PARALLELS??? MMMMMMM

PLEASE KEEP GOING IF YOU WANT IM BEGGING

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𝕬𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖑 𝖎𝖓 𝕯𝖎𝖘𝖌𝖚𝖎𝖘𝖊 (Pt. 1) | John Wick x Reader

A prompt by the lovely @lokis-imaginary-friend which you can find here. Somehow I can't mention you but I'll try and edit that later!

NOTE: I can't add the read more break so I'll just cut this into parts. I don't know how to add the read more break because I'm only using my phone so I apologize in advance for the inconvenience. Hopefully I did this prompt enough justice.

WARNING: None yet.

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You knew what your father did for a living, what your family was known for despite his efforts of keeping you out of the limelight. You were Viggo's only daughter. He cherished you just as much as he cherished your older brother Iosef even if he was harder on him than he is on you. So despite everything, despite of how brutal your father can be, he tried his best to be good for you. But he could only do so much. Some things were beyond his control.

Eventually, as you grew up into a fine, intelligent young woman, Viggo had came into terms that you already knew the dark side of what your name carried. But under any circumstance did he ask you to join the business. He made sure not to do that for as long as he lived. Iosef, however, was stubborn enough. So despite you convincing him not to do it, he eventually got himself in the family business.

But as you returned from your well deserved vacation from Greece after just recently graduating from college, you came home to Iosef throwing his usual tantrums. He was usually like that whenever he didn't get something that he wanted or whenever he displeased his father.

"брат.[Brother]" You spoke, your voice causing him to freeze on his spot and turn his head towards you. His group nodded their head towards you respectfully, not wanting to be rude to the Tarasov Princess.

"Сестра. [Sister]" Iosef immediately made his way towards you and engulfed you in a tight hug before pulling away, forcing a smile on your face despite the fact you could see right through him and the way he was suppressing his anger.

"What happened this time, Iosef?" You asked, your Russian accent going completely noticeable whenever you spoke English, "Did you and father have a fight again?"

Iosef shook his head and cleared his throat, turning to look at his men before he focused his attention back to you.

"No. No, we haven't. I just had a bad morning, some fucker ruined my mood today. Thinking he's all high and mighty, he probably doesn't know who I am." He scoffed and you couldn't help but roll your eyes at his comment. Iosef's ego sometimes gets too big for his own good. It sometimes resulted to him getting into fights and arguments with Viggo.

"Care to tell me what happened?" You asked as you made your way towards the kitchen to get a bottle of water, feeling your throat go dry after a long flight before you made your way back to the large living room where Iosef took a seat on the velvet sofa.

"I was at the gasoline station this morning. And then I saw this Ford Mustang Mach 1, the 1969 edition. And then I remembered how I don't have that in my collection yet so I asked the asshole of an owner the price for the car, I wanted to buy it." You sat down on the couch across him, your eyes never leaving his as he told of his current predicament.

"And he said it's not for sale. He refused to let me buy it. That fucker. So since he's being hard to get, I'll just have to do it my own way." Iosef smirked cruelly, causing you to furrow your eyebrows in confusion.

"What do you mean?"

"You know what I mean, Y/N. Break into his house, get the fucking car, change the paint job and the VIN and make it mine. Everything has a price." He answered nonchalantly as if that was the most obvious thing in the world.

"Iosef, stop being an idiot. Not everything has a price. You don't even know this man. What if he's dangerous?" You tried to reason out but he just rolled his eyes and got up from the couch when he noticed the sun was already setting.

"Oh, come on. What's the worst thing can he do? Hit me with a fucking baseball bat? There's one of him and how many of us. I'm pretty sure we'll come out of there alive."

"That's not the point, Iosef. The point is that if you keep this behavior up you won't even see what's coming for you until it's too late. Think about it first, брат. Is the car really that worth it? Can't you just buy it somewhere, I'm sure that's not the only 1969 Ford Mustang in the world."

Iosef walked over to the tall window in the living room and looked at the view of the sky outside. Your features softened as he reminded you of his father. They looks so much alike despite the fact Iosef got his nose and lips from your Mother.

"You're right. But it's not just about the car, Y/N. It's about vengeance. If only you saw how that man offended me. I'm not going down without at least getting back at him. And if taking his car is the only way to do it then so be it." Iosef turned back around to his men and gave them the signal to go outside and go to their cars. Iosef was about to make his way outside when you quickly put the water bottle on the coffee table and chased after him, grabbing his arm.

"Iosef, please. This is all stupid and it's not worth it. If you keep doing this, one day you'll be getting yourself shot in the head." Worry was etched on your face. And even if Iosef wanted to comfort you so badly, he chose to do the latter and went outside where his men were waiting for him.

All of this for a fucking car.

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"John will come for you. And you will do nothing... because you can do nothing. So get the fuck out of my sight!" Your father, Viggo, hissed in his ear before pushing Iosef away from him. You sat on the stool, frozen and speechless as you watched Iosef stand up while your father turned his back on him, focusing his attention to you.

Viggo would cup your face and press a gentle kiss on your forehead. He knew the fear that was coursing in your veins. Fear for Iosef, fear for your father, fear for your own life. And fear of the Baba Yaga.

You very well knew who John Wick was since you heard stories circulating around him. You saw him once when you snuck into Viggo's office as a kid. John was young at the time. Maybe in his mid-thirties by the time you first laid eyes on him, you were only six with the curiosity of a little kid. And although Viggo never ever introduced you to any of his colleagues, he somehow introduced you to John. Who, despite his stoic and intimidating demeanor, offered you one of the most kindest smiles. His eyes suddenly turning soft as he greeted you.

"папа? [Papa?]" You poked your head through the door, your eyes scanning the office and once you caught sight of your father, you immediately giggled and ran your way towards him.

"Y/N!" Viggo would say in disbelief as he crouched down and caught you when you jumped in his arms. He hated it whenever you snuck into his office. Especially when he's talking to a colleague of his. He always made sure to tell you that the office is off limits but you never listened. Instead, Viggo would have men guarding his office but it seems they weren't doing a good job at that.

"What are you doing here, Маленький? [Little one]. You're supposed to be in bed. And didn't I tell you not to sneak into my office, you know you're not allowed in here." Viggo scolded you as he stood up with you in his arms causing you pout at him, your eyes wide before you looked down at your small hands that was absentmindedly fiddling with his tie.

"You were supposed to read me a story, Papa. Iosef won't do it. He says I have to give him all my Halloween candy before he can do so." You whined and you had missed how Viggo's cheeks heated up in slight embarrassment when you somehow revealed his soft side to the man dressed in black that was sitting by his desk who he was sure was trying to suppress a chuckle.

"Later, little one. Papa's busy." Viggo sighed before your eyes fell on the man wearing a black three piece suit, short raven hair that was gelled to perfection and a scruffy beared that was trimmed well.

You tilted your head to the side curiously. You were always straight-forward as a kid. Sometimes you would catch people off guard and sometimes you'd amuse them by your zero fear of saying what was on your mind. Something that you got from your Mother.

"John. Meet my daughter, Y/N. Y/N, meet John. He's a friend of Papa's." Your father would say as you smiled shyly at John before giving him a little wave. He's a very handsome man but you were quite confused and a tad bit upset that he doesn't seem to smile. Much like your father. You would always catch Viggo frowning. He would only smile around those he cares for.

However, John's features softened as he offered you a kind smile before lifting his hand up to wave at you. This made you giggle shyly and hide your face against the crook of your father's neck momentarily before you lifted your head up and look back at John who looked at you amusingly.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. John." You would say politely, knowing it'd be rude if you hadn't said that. John bowed his head in response.

"The pleasure is all mine, Miss Y/N. But you really should get back to your room. You wouldn't want your father cancelling story time now, would you?" John said, trying his best to convince you to run back to your room so they could carry on with their meeting. Not that he hated kids nor did he hate that you had intervened. It's just that he knew this room wasn't very suitable for kids your age.

You gasped and immediately kicked your legs, signalling for your father to bring you down on the ground so you could run your way towards the door. Upon opening it, you quickly turned back around and gave John a toothy grin despite the fact that you had a missing tooth in the front due to eating too many sweets.

"You're very handsome, Mr. John. You should smile more." And before Viggo could call your name and scold you, you ran your mischievous butt outside his office and immediately made your way back to your room instead of risking the chance to miss out on story time.

But that was years ago. That was before you knew the true nature of John Wick. Before you knew the true meaning behind the meeting they were having. Before you knew what was really your family business. As you grew up, you had heard stories of how brutal John Wick is. And how he will stop at nothing until he gets the job done.

You had heard of how he manages to kill a group of armed men all by himself. How he killed three men with a fucking pencil. And how he had retired and put the life as an assassin aside for his wife who had recently died of an illness.

All the information you had heard from your father was starting to sink in. Iosef had stolen his car and killed his dog. Which was probably a present from his wife.

Iosef turned to look at you and saw the fear in your eyes as it began to water, your hands shaking as you put it over your mouth to keep yourself from gasping. You were staring at the blank wall as Viggo did his best to calm you down by rubbing your arm comfortingly but nothing was working.

Your eyes soon shifted back to Iosef, who gulped. Because despite putting up a brave face, you knew he was scared deep down.

"брат... what have you done?" You whispered shakily.

Hurry, fall asleep.

Or the Boogeyman will come for you.