#sister!original female character

[flowerandblood]

Appearances (Oneshot)

[ canon • Aemond x little sister • female ]

[ warnings: incest obviously, fingering, smut, angst, sexual tension, obsession, mention of arranged engagements ]

[ description: All Aemond cares about is the recognition and attention of his younger sister, but she seems to ignore him and shun him, driving him to an ever-increasing state of withdrawal and dark, grim agony. Something inside him snaps when his grandsire announces that it is time to marry her off. Sexual tension, understatements due to lack of communication, obsession. ]

This oneshot has its sequels: Experience & Refinement & Sacrifices, but can be read as a stand-alone story.

My other works: Masterlist

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It seemed to him, though because of this his throat squeezed in pain and rage, that his little sister was simply afraid of him. He couldn't explain her behaviour otherwise – the way she quickly looked away, meekly lowering her eyelids adorned with her long, dark lashes, playing with her fingers in a nervous gesture as she met his gaze.

She was the only one who didn't have their pearly white hair, the only one who didn't have the eye colour due to the gods.

Even when she witnessed his duels with Criston Cole, when she could see how much he had changed, how skilful he was in wielding his sword, defeating him again and again, she did not congratulate him – she turned and left the square, no longer bestowing even a single glance on him.

Confronted again with her wordless rejection, he thought in the back of his head that she was disgustingly ordinary with her dark hair and eyes inherited from their mother, that she could be the daughter of some commoner walking up to his knees in the mud feeding his pigs.

However, his great annoyance usually lasted only a moment, after which he went back to his state of despair.

He didn't follow her, wanting to spare himself this humiliation and discomfort, feeling his heart twitching in rage, in shame that he so desperately desired her attention, a few words of recognition, one warm look.

He saw her one morning through the window speaking to her servant, gesturing vigorously and laughing pearly, joyful; he thought with regret that she was consorting with people who might take advantage of her, who cared only about her position.

That if she were his he would protect her from them.

She would be safe.

She was so careless, innocent, wise and naïve at the same time, looking at him with those big dark eyes of hers when someone in her presence annoyed him, begging him with her gaze not to explode.

His tongue was like a blade, cutting anyone who approached him – she knew this and was afraid to open her mouth in front of him, imagining for sure how cruel his reaction would be.

He didn't know how to explain to her that he would never hurt her, his sweetest little sister, his greatest joy.

He watched from the distance like a cool, sinister shadow as her fingers intertwined with Helaena's, stretched out side by side on their armrests during supper, observed her leaning towards her with a sweet smile, whispering something tenderly, from which their older sister giggled quietly – there was something mythological in these scenes, making a shiver run down his spine.

He knew that they sometimes met in her chamber and even slept together, confiding in each other about their feminine affairs that were beyond his comprehension, however, he couldn't stop the feeling of burning jealousy that filled his chest when he thought of how he wished it was him she visited at night.

He thought then of how tender he would be towards her, how his arms would enclose her warm, delicate body in his tight, firm embrace, protecting her from anything that might frighten her.

He imagined how wonderful she would smell, her oils teasing his nostrils constantly, sweet and intense – looking at her figure seated next to him he felt the need to bite into her flesh like a ripe fruit.

He thought she would taste like a peach.

When at last they had finished their conversation and her beautiful, soft hand reached for her cup her gaze finally met his – her plump, glistening lips parted slightly, as if the intensity of his gaze frightened her, her breasts quivered in quick, shuddering breaths.

He felt what he saw in his breeches, his length all swollen, demanding her closeness.

Wanting to keep her attention on him he lifted the platter with her favourite dish, sweet cinnamon pie filled inside with apples; he saw that she blinked quickly, her cheeks flushed at the realisation that he knew she favoured them.

He watched her swallow with difficulty, her trembling hand set her goblet aside – his manhood throbbed hard when their fingers brushed in the air as she took the silver platter from him. She lowered her gaze, embarrassed, her sweet, plump lips parted to whisper a quiet, barely audible thank you.

He leaned back again, looking at the pleasing profile of her face, her long eyelashes gleaming under the warm candlelight, a drop of sweat on her skin shimmering like a small diamond ran down her neck.

Gods, how he craved her.

He wanted to touch her, stroke her shamelessly exposed back with his large hand, rough from holding the hilt of his sword, and dig his fingertips into her warm, smooth skin, with a subconscious gesture proving to whom she belonged, that she had been his right, his delight and his duty since she was born.

Why didn't she realize this?

He watched with a squeezed throat as she took a piece of pie into her mouth, the involuntary lick of her tongue with which she brushed her lower lip focused all his attention.

The thought that this fleshy lips could in the same way clench around his painfully swollen cock, suck it and squeeze it, barely able to fit it in with her sweet cry of effort.

He grunted, looking away, feeling his length twitching and pushing against the tight material of his breeches.

She didn't look at him again that evening, absorbed in a discussion with their mother and grandfather as he drank Dornish wine, staring dully ahead, its tart aftertaste melting on his tongue.

"I spoke to your mother about the importance of slowly deciding on a suitable candidate for your husband, my love." Began their grandsire with his eyebrow raised in satisfaction, directing his words to his younger sister, who froze in mid-motion – he saw that her hands, in an involuntary reflex of terror, clamped down on the material of her gown.

She remained silent.

"She's still too young, for god's sake." He hissed out feeling rage like a burning fire pulsing through his veins. He grew hot and took another quick, deep sip from his cup, an uncomfortable silence fell around him.

Otto grunted, turning with a creak of wood in his seat, his fingers stretched out and clenched into a fist on the table top in front of him, apparently wondering why such a sudden and aggressive reaction on his part.

"I understand that as an older brother you feel responsible for her safety, however, she is now of the right age and has begun to bleed, and that's why…"

"Father." Muttered their mother, looking at him pleadingly, clearly not wanting him to bring up such intimate and sensitive topics at the table, moreover in the presence of other men.

He saw out of the corner of his eye how his sister dropped her gaze, her dark eyes shining from the tears of shame that had gathered under her lids, her brows arched in pain.

If she had only asked him to marry her he would have done so at once, freed her from this laughable obligation that her marriage to some mere lord would be.

He felt his jaw clench at the thought that no one would ever love her as devotedly, dearly, warmly as he, her blood, her protector, her brother.

"In the coming months, we would like you to meet a few candidates we consider worthy of your hand." Concluded their grandfather, taking a deep sip of wine from his goblet; he felt rage filling his chest when he saw that his sister merely nodded her head, accepting her fate without a word of protest, looking down at her plate.

He got up from the table, bitter and furious, leaving the hall without a word, unable to look at her, once again letting his anger take over him, accusing her in his mind.

Her lack of reaction, her lack of opposition, when it was so obvious that her husband could only be him, him, him.

He walked into his chamber, undoing the buckles of his tunic, throwing it angrily to the ground, remaining in only his chemise and breeches. Although he did not usually do so, he reached for the wine jug and poured himself a full cup, grabbing it and sitting down with it in the chair by the fire, tilting his head back, letting out loud sigh.

He shuddered when he heard a quiet, tentative knock on his door – he ran his hand over his face, guessing it was his Queen, as usual wanting to be his voice of reason, to come to him with her stoic calm, explaining to him why he had to accept the responsibilities that faced their family, including those standing before his sister.

He didn't feel like having this discussion, however, he acknowledged with reluctance that he couldn't dismiss his own mother.

"Come in." He said coolly, staring into the flames.

He heard the creak of the door opening and closing a moment later – he glanced involuntarily over his shoulder and froze, feeling his heart stop in his throat at the sight of her, beautiful, teary-eyed, her face all flushed red with pain, her fleshy, plump lips parted in a hastened breath, her brow arched in pain.

"Lēkia (big brother)." She mumbled out with difficulty, choking on her own tears – he stood up at her words looking at her with eye wide open in shock, driven by some sudden emotion, moved that she had come to him as he had always imagined she would, vulnerable and desperate, seeking refuge and a reassurance in his arms.

"Come closer, hāedar (little sister). Come." He whispered softly, extending his hand to her in a gesture of encouragement; she moved tentatively towards him, looking up at him with her wonderfully dark, large eyes, tear drops glittering on her lashes like little stars.

He parted his lips and swallowed loudly when her smooth, warm hand touched his, thought with tenderness that compared to his she was so small, so fragile.

When he dared to lift his other hand to her cheek she twitched, wrinkling her eyebrows, breathing loudly, distrustful like a maiden who was afraid of a stranger's touch, simultaneously craving his closeness and fearing it.

He breathed quietly as she let his fingers touch and run over the wonderfully soft, firm skin of her pink cheek, her eyelids closed for a moment, a quiet, sweet sigh leaving her lips.

"Are you afraid of me?" He asked in a calm, low, trembling voice, ashamed of how scared he was of her answer, of her rejection.

She looked at him surprised – her lips parted in astonishment as if she didn't know what to reply to his words, her quivering fingers touched his hand stroking her cheek.

"I fear your harsh judgment, brother. It seems to me that my person often arouses your frustration and impatience." She muttered in shame, lowering her gaze; he felt a squeeze in his throat at her words, not believing what he heard, what she confessed to him.

I am afraid of your harsh judgment, brother.

It seems to me that my person often arouses your frustration and impatience.

How could she think so? Was his eternal desire, his suffering so expressed in his gaze, his facial expressions, his gestures?

Did she perceive his rage at the lack of her closeness as his constant displeasure at the sight of her?

He was horrified by how deep the misunderstanding reached – he didn't know what he should do to fix it now, to reverse it, he ran out of words that could describe what he felt.

How glad he was that she was standing before him now, that she trusted him, that he had adored her from the moment she came into the world, cherished her with a love that was warm, tender and devoted, that he believed she had been born to be his, his sweet joy, his beautiful little sister.

He swallowed loudly, parting her plump, fleshy lips with his thumb, looking at her in emotion, feeling a painful tightness in his throat.

"My sweet sister, where did these words come from? How could I feel anything but adoration towards you?" He asked softly, feeling her whole body quiver at his words – her mouth parted involuntarily, letting his thumb go deeper, between her puffy, sticky lips.

Something changed in her gaze, dreamy and warm, from which he felt heat in his chest and lower abdomen, her fingertips digging into the skin of his palm.

"Ivestragī umbagon issa (let me stay)." She whispered in a trembling, uncertain voice, and he felt his breath caught in his throat, his manhood throbbed aggressively in his breeches at the thought that she wanted to stay in his bed, in his embrace.

His surprised silence made her lower her gaze, ashamed, apparently panicking at the thought of what she had suggested, of how indecent it was, surely thinking that he would now despise her.

"Very well." He muttered quickly, not wanting her to leave his side.

She lifted her hopeful gaze to him and nodded, swallowing loudly, her cheeks pink with emotion. He rubbed his thumb over her wet skin and leaned over her placing a tender, lingering kiss on her forehead, her wonderful scent filling his lungs again.

He took her small hand in his, guiding her towards his bed, sitting down on it with his face towards her, letting her stand over him and decide what would happen next, looking at her pleasant, girlish figure.

It seemed to him that she had no idea what they were doing, whether it was right – he could see thoughts and doubts running across her face, fears of what would happen if their mother found out.

"Come. Do not fret. Your big brother would never hurt you." He whispered in a voice trembling with emotion – he was hot, his heart pounding like mad in his chest, he felt butterflies in his stomach, a sweet delight of satisfaction spread through his body.

His words emboldened her; she stepped closer to him, standing between his thighs, breathing loudly. He sighed and closed his eyes as she took his face in her soft hands, stroking it for a moment with gentle, slow movements that made his throat dry up; he felt with horror that his cock was completely hard, all swollen and throbbing.

In a gesture of desperation he snuggled into her abdomen, clasping his large hands on her back – he heard her surprised gasp, her hands froze upwards for a moment before they began in a soft, calm motion to stroke his head as if he were a small child.

He closed his eyes, snuggling into her body, the material of her gown pleasantly delicate and soft; he could feel her flesh throbbing from beneath it, her womb that could swell with his inheritance, his dragon seed that could root deep inside her if only she noticed his devotion and love, if only she understood that they had always been destined for each other.

He clenched his fingers tighter on the material of her gown when he felt her lean in, enclosing him in her embrace – his face was locked between her shoulders, her womb and her breasts, enveloping him in her warmth, her hands running down his back with such tenderness and gentleness that he closed his eyes, wanting to focus only on that feeling.

"I am terrified, lēkia." She whispered softly, her breasts trembling in a broken breath – he moved away to look at her, his hand cupped her soft, warm cheek.

"Marry me, issa dōna rūklon (my sweet flower). Marry me and I will protect you. I will caress you, adore you, hold you in my arms, I will give you everything." He said in a quivering, low voice, placing the emphasis on the last word, so final, direct, betraying how desperate he was.

She looked at him for a moment, shocked, her lips twitching in disbelief, in terror and something else that shone in her dark eyes, but which he did not comprehend.

"You don't have to do this. Sacrifice yourself for me." She mumbled with a blush of shame, as if she thought his suggestion stemmed from his logic and tactics, from helping her not to leave her home, rather than from his feelings.

"How much longer do you want to torment me? Shall I fall on my knees before you and beg?" He asked resentfully, pain emerging from his throat with every word he spoke – her eyebrows arched in disbelief, her breasts began to rise and fall rapidly in accelerated, ragged breathing.

Her face expressed that only now did she realise what he meant.

"Marry me, brother. Marry me and never leave me again." She whispered so quietly that he barely heard her – they looked at each other with wide eyes, not believing what had just left their mouths, flushes of shame and doubt burning their cheeks.

He shuddered and drew in a loud breath as she placed her hands on his shoulders and climbed tentatively into his lap, startling him completely – he felt a jolt of heat, his cock so hard that he felt like it was about to explode.

All he felt was a squeeze in his throat and the heavy pounding of his heart when her soft fingers gently grasped his hand, her face blushing with embarrassment, a sigh full of arousal escaped her lips as she pulled her gown up, slipping it slowly between her legs.

They both opened their mouths wide and gasped loudly, surprised apparently at how intimate and shameless this sensation was – he thought in disbelief that she was leaking with desire, her hot opening pulsating restlessly under his fingers, her hand pressing them harder against her quivering flesh, eager to feel him deeper.

"− please − please −" She whimpered, breathing loudly, looking at him pleadingly with her dark eyes full of tears. He stared at her in shock wondering if it was possible that he had made a mistake, that he had misjudged the situation, that contrary to what he thought, she was reciprocating his affection.

His lack of hesitation, his fingertips that dug into her fleshy, hot womanhood surprised her so much that she squealed and hopped up on his lap – he put his free arm around her and held her in place, not letting her escape.

"− easy, little dove − shhhh −" He hushed her, his two fingers sinking into her plump muscles, collecting her moisture that leaked from her thirsty, throbbing core. He stared at her, seeing the expression on her face indicating that this experience had shocked her, sweet, soft moans erupted from her puffy, glistening lips, her hips involuntarily began to move to the rhythm of his hand.

"− that's it − let me take care of you − brothers know what is good for their sisters, don't they? −" He hummed low as if he were speaking to a small child and she only nodded, clearly having trouble concentrating. He sighed in pleasure as she wrapped her arms around his neck, her moist, sweet lips pressed against his in a sticky, loud kiss.

He murmured into her mouth with delight, thinking with awe that indeed her skin felt like the flesh of a fruit, wet and sticky to the touch, his fingertips teasing her bud hidden between her folds. He could feel her bouncing in his lap and trembling all over, quivering in his arms as his fingers roamed around that spot, their breaths raspy and loud, full of desire.

"− y-yes − right here, lēkia − mghmm −" She babbled in between their messy, saliva-wet kisses – he dared to slip his tongue between her plump lips answered by her sweet purr of pleasure, his hand all soaked with her juices, his long, slender fingers digging into her skin in circular, sure strokes.

"− just like that − soaking wet for me − issa dōna hāedar (my sweet little sister) −" He cooed in delight, feeling his swollen length pushing impatiently against his breeches, thinking only of how wonderful it would be to feel her, to watch his fat cock open her wide, her tight folds glistening from her moisture.

"− mhm −" She hummed between passionate, deep, ferocious kisses, a combination of their lips, teeth and tongues licking against each other.

She tilted her head back and moaned loudly as his fingers slowly made their way inside her, exploring her throbbing, swollen core – his thumb rubbed her her pearl, his fingertips searched intensely for the spot he'd read so much about in books, and when he found it her walls began to clench around him in convulsions, a pathetic whimper escaping her lips.

"− o-oh gods, brother, yes, please, please, please −" She mewled desperately, clasping her hands in his long hair, rising and falling on his fingers with a loud click of her moisture – he grasped the nape of her neck with his free hand and pulled her close, forcing her lips, swollen from his caresses, to join his in sticky, hot kiss.

"− come on, little one − I can feel you are close − thaaat's it, there we go −" He gasped out into her throat when a powerful shudder ran through her body, her moans of delight erupting from her mouth again and again as her hot muscles began to clench greedily around his fingers, sucking him inside, his hand all sticky with her fulfilment.

He was panting loudly along with her, cuddling her quivering body, thinking of how wonderfully warm and fleshy her insides were, how perfectly she would squeeze his cock once he could possess her whole, his sweet wife, filling her to the brim with his seed every night.

He intended to perform his marital duty with passionate devotion.

"− such a good girl − you did so well for me, dōna hāedar −" He praised her, wanting to reassure and soothe her, stroking her soft hair, pressing her face to the hollow of his neck, his hand between her thighs cupped over her pulsing, moist womanhood.

The smell of her wetness, of her flesh, of her sex filled his entire lungs, so lewd, ungodly and wonderfully carnal – his mouth placed involuntarily little butterfly kisses on her beautiful face, her eyes closed, her lips slightly parted in delight and disbelief, her hands clenched on the material of his chemise.

He grasped her fingers in his and lifted them to his lips, kissing them with tenderness and reverence as his other hand stroked unashamedly her plump bare buttock hidden beneath the material of her gown.

"Now it's my turn."

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gwen’s relationship with juraj  

   ━━━ ❛ I could never define all that you are to me 

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˖ ་ everything for our couple is under #⋆ ˚｡⋆୨🖤୧˚ Gwen & Juraj

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ᡣ𐭩 BASICS !

how did they meet?  they met in 2022 when juraj first moved to Montreal, her brother and a few of their teammates were going to take juraj out for the day and show him around, they invited her as well and she decided to tag along, also wanting to meet him. They all met for lunch and then showed him around the city before going to this really cool bowling alley/bar, where they played for a few hours, also eating there.  (2022)

their first impressions?  

juraj was already nervous to meet her when arber told him that she would be coming along, but his first thought about her before they met was that she had a beautiful name. But when he met her his first thoughts was that she had an even prettier laugh as she giggled when he struggled to pronounce her name at first ‘you can just call me gwen’ he had also found her to be quite intimidating, which was ridiculous because he towered over her, but still, she was just so pretty and calm . . . he didn't know what to do with himself. He found it hard to talk with her because of his nerves, she was just so pretty. 

Gwen’s first impression of juraj was ‘wow he's tell’ as he stood up to greet her and cole and then it changed to ‘wow he's so cute’ as she listened to him struggle to pronounce her name, a lot of inner monologue of her freaking out about his accent and smile. He was very shy and polite towards her and Gwen found that adorable, but she was a little disappointed as the night went on. Juraj seemed to be a lot more comfortable and talkative with the others while he was still nervous and shy around her, she hoped that she didn't make him uncomfortable in any way. 

first date?   Juraj was the one to ask her out on a date, he was out on a jog and stopped to catch his breath in front of an older cinema that he saw was screening the first scream, aka one of Gwen's all time favorite movies. He took that as a sign to finally man up and ask her out on a date and thankfully she said yes. It was his first time going to the cinema in Canada and the first time seeing the movie so they got a whole bunch of different candies/popcorn for him to try. After the movie they went to a pizza plaza for dinner where they talked about the movie and almost everything else. 

who confessed their feelings first?   

juraj realized his feelings were very strong for her during their first date, he was sitting across gwen with a small smile on his lips as he watched and listened (like a lovesick puppy) to her ramble about the movie they just watched, seeing her so passionate and carefree, but despite the fact that juraj realized his feelings first, gwen was the one to confess first. 

gwen quickly realized her feelings for him as she laid in her bed the night of the date, she couldn't sleep and all she could think about was him and he made her feel. Her last relationship ended horribly so the idea of her liking someone else scared her, so she decided to try her best to avoid him . . . which is not so easy because they work together and see each other almost every single day. Juraj who noticed Gwen's avoidance towards him distanced himself as well, thinking that he did something wrong and that she didn't enjoy the date, it really hurt for him to think that. 

a few of there close friends that knew about them were tired of them avoiding each other decide to do a little scheming, while they were all at the rink, everyone was getting ready to leave so kaiden asked juraj to bring a few things to a supply closet while arber asked gwen to get a few things from the said closet, they both of course said yes. When the two schemers noticed them both going into the closet they locked it from the outside, forcing them to finally talk. Juraj asked her why she was avoiding him and she couldn't hold it in anymore as she looked up into his sad eyes, confessing her feelings for him right on the spot. Juraj of course told her he felt the same way. They both agreed to take it slow and go on a second date. 

first kiss?  their first kiss happened during their second date, a few days after they confessed their feelings for each other. They had planned to go to this new cafe but the weather changed drastically. Juraj didn't want to leave her alone at the apartment (cole at a friend's house) during a thunderstorm so they decided to have their date inside instead. They were cuddled up on the couch watching stranger things and sharing a tub of ice cream. Gwen had looked up at him when she felt his stare on her, she went to ask him if he was okay but her words got caught in her throat at the look he was giving her. They both were leaning in and before they knew it their lips were touching, the soft kiss didn't last longer than a few seconds. But the kiss they shared moments after the first lasted way longer, the ice cream and show long forgotten. 

who asked who?  juraj was the one to ask her to be his girlfriend, they were laying in her bed watching an old slovak movie he had mentioned watching a lot as a child. She had surprised him with the movie and some of his favorite snacks for their night in. He laid there with her in his arm and he watched as she read the subtitles of the movie she went out of her way to surprise him with, all he wanted was to be hers and her to be his. His words were moving before his mind was comprehending what he was doing, he sounded nervous and unsure when he first asked. Gwen who was so into reading the subtitles that she didn't hear what he said so she just hummed in confusion asking him to repeat what he said. Juraj let out a heavy breath before asking her again, this time much more confident. His confidence worked because Gwen was smiling and placing soft kisses on his cheek as she said yes. 

first I love you?   gwen was the one who said I love you first, she was nervous and scared that she felt so strongly for him even though they haven't been dating for long. But she had a long conversation with her best friend Luke who helped her realize that she should tell Juraj how she feels. So she went to his place and confessed her love for him as they sat on his bed. Juraj was shocked but he was happy because he felt the same way. 

how did everyone find out? 

family + friends: besides the people who knew from the beginning, their closest friends and cole. Everyone else found out when they posted each other on their private instagrams for valentines day, they also went on a trip by themselves to celebrate valentines day. 

the public: the public found out when a video of them kissing while on a date went viral, someone had filmed them without them knowing and posted it. they were forced to confirm it since it was so public. 

ᡣ𐭩 DETAILS !

their tropes: he fell first x she fell harder, tall bf x short gf, sunshine protector bf x sunshine gf, artist gf x muse bf, hyper bf x sleepy gf 

love languages: 

gwen’s: physical touch, holding hands, making playlists, words of affirmation 

juraj’s: physical touch, head petting, food sharing, words of affirmation 

pet names: 

gwen’s (for juraj’s): baby, handsome, loverboy, darling, pretty boy, 

juraj’s (for gwen): angel/anjel, honey, dollface, sweetheart, tiny, sweet girl, lots in slovak

their favorite sleep position: 

gwen’s: gwen likes laying her head on his chest while he sleeps on his back, practically on top of him. 

juraj’s: him being the big spoon while she is the little. 

songs that describe them: 

movement – hoizer 

there is a light that never goes out – the smiths 

i melt with you – modern english 

lovers rock – tv girl 

glue song – beabadoobee

those eyes – new west 

would that i – hozier 

wildest dreams – taylor swift 

my love mine all mine – mitski 

out of my league – fitz and the tantrums 

contact names: 

gwen’s (for juraj): loverboy 🖤

juraj’s (for gwen): moja hviezda ����

contact photos:

lockscreens: 

gwen’s: gwen’s lockscreen is a picture of juraj that she took at one of the games, she had captured such a perfect moment of him looking out at the fans with a big smile on his lips as they chanted his name 

juraj’s: juraj’s lockscreen is a picture of gwen that he took on one of their dates, they had gone back to that same bowling alley they went to the first day they met. Juraj thought she looked so beautiful so he had to take a quick picture. 

ᡣ𐭩 THEIR THINGS !

always clinging to each other, always touching in some way 

late night drives 

cuddling in bed as they listen to music 

late night makeout sessions in the car at there spot (a lookout spot) 

juraj having to try/taste every single one of gwen’s new chapsticks/lip glosses 

Sending each other songs throughout the day that remind them of each other 

juraj braiding and playing with her hair

juraj tying her shoes for her 

gwen singing juraj to sleep when he can't fall asleep

weekly movie nights

having a terrible habit of locking the door 

long showers together

using gwen’s cameras/camcorders to take/film risky things 

facetiming each other when they are away 

juraj always being in awe at how flexible she is 

gwen drawing/painting juraj when he naps 

gwen cutting juraj’s rambles about hockey with a kiss 

dates at new restaurants 

staring into each other's eyes

slapping each others asses

hands in each others back pockets

pottery dates

making out in elevators

juraj’s hand always being on her thigh when he drivers or when they sit 

ᡣ𐭩 FUN FACTS !

gwen teaching juraj more english while he teaches her slovak 

gwen gets really cold when she sleeps, so she's lucky to have her hunk of her boyfriend warming her up 

they love to tease cole or arber whenever they third wheel them 

gwen made a scrapbook of a bunch of pictures with them, along with a bunch of poems 

they love cooking together even though it's mostly gwen whos cooking, juraj is an excellent sous chef

they have so many of each others things at each others places, almost always together 

they both love their height difference 

juraj loves to call gwen his start girl because of her love for stars, and because she's as beautiful as one…his words

they can be very playful with each other

they wish they could just cuddle in bed all day 

Juraj is honestly the most clingiest person in the word to her, she loves it of course and his teammates love to tease him about it 

they both get teased by his reamates a lot in general, but they care for the young couple a lot 

gwen knows how to skate but juraj loves to hold onto her and help her around, she finds it cute 

the team likes to call them a married couple 

gwen loves that juraj has formed such a good friendship with her best friend luke hughes 

both of their families love them together, they are very supportive 

their libidos are so high 

when gwen traveled with juraj to the first time to slovakia she was so nervous, but she had a great time meeting his family and friends

juraj love sit when gwen gets all nerdy and passionate about the things she loves, he could listen to he ramble about things for hours

juraj is very protective of gwen he will not let anyone disrespect her in anyway, he's gotten into a fight on the ice because a guy couldn't keep his mouth shut about her 

their special spot is a lookout spot on a hill that looks out over the city. They love driving up to it at night. Either cuddling in the car or outside on the hill on a blanket, looking at the stars and lights. Thankfully it's not well known

they feel the safest and most comfortable talking about theory feelings with each other 

gwen tries teaching juraj how to play the piano or guitar but it always ends up with them making out 

juraj has petty fights in her comment sections with all the guys/girls who ask if he can fight 

juraj is very patient with her, knowing of her past relationship and how badly it ended

furaj definitely uses the height difference between them to his advantage if you are catching my drift 

whenever someone cuts gwen off when shes talking, juraj will send them the most heated, intimidating glare he can muster 

juraj is so soft and sweet with gwen, she's his whole world 

gwen is his little rockstar 

ᡣ𐭩 INTERNETS FAVORITE MOMENTS !

in the background of the habs picture day video you can see juraj laughing as he looked down at gwen, who was showing him a picture she had taken, he gently patted her head before skating off. 

cole was doing an instagram live in his room and in the background you could hear gwen and juraj, who were playfully arguing in the living room as they played video games. 

the video that went viral of them at a music festival, juraj was hugging gwen from behind as they swayed slowly to the music 

the cute cameos of juraj in her tik toks, youtube videos, and lives 

how giggly and smiley juraj gets when gwen is mentioned in his interviews 

just all the moments of them in the behind the scene videos for the habs

when cole was asked on a podcast what he has been up to and he jokingly said he's been chaperoning his sister and gwen around, and then proceeded to talk happily about the couple. 

“Even my mother and girlfriend told me to shoot more…so i should really shoot more” 

ᡣ𐭩 SMALL TIMELINE ! 

augest 2022: juraj and stella met for the first time 

october  2022: they went on their first date 

 a week after their first date they confessed their feelings to each other 

november 2022: they go on their second date and have their first kiss 

december 2022: juraj asked her to be his girlfriend and they officially started dating 

early february 2023: gwen tells juraj she loves him and vice versa 

february 14th, 2023: their close friends and family who didn't know from the beginning, finds out about them 

june 2023: the public found out about them when a video taken of them kissing while on a date goes viral. 

ᡣ𐭩 MOODBOARD !

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[quest-for-pluto]

To The Moon and Back

Platonic!Sully Kids x Human!Female!Reader

Summary: What if the Sully kids were captured instead of Spider? (A long drabble/short prompt?)

ZERO: THE ADDITION

"No!" Neteyam pounded against the glass, gritting his teeth. "Let us out!" When no one answered he growled, throwing himself against the wall. Expectedly, it didn't budge.

"Neteyam, stop it," Kiri wrapped a slender hand around his forearm, pulling him to face her. "You're scaring Tuk."

His eyes softened as they landed on his youngest sister, murmuring out a gentle 'sorry', before they hardened again as they landed on Lo'ak. His younger brother was silent as he sat curled in on himself, staring blankly at the wall with his head in his hands. Kiri couldn't stop him this time as he charged towards him, yanking him up forcefully by his necklace to sneer in his face. Lo'ak's eyes widened in shock.

"None of this would have happened if you had just used your fucking head!" He shouted, pupils dilated with aggression. "Are you happy now? We're all trapped here because of you!"

"Get off of me!" Lo'ak snarled, shoving harshly at his shoulders.

"Stop it!" Kiri cried, trying to step between them and coax them apart, but Neteyam refused to relinquish his hold or his glare.

"Cut it out," a foreign voice rang out in the white room, making them all pause. To their collective shock, the wall on the right lightened until it was completely transparent. The siblings warily huddled closer together as they saw two humans, a man and a woman, facing them on the other side of the window-like wall. Tuk wrapped her arms anxiously around Neteyam's waist.

The man clucked his tongue in annoyance, turning towards the woman. "See? This is why they should have been put in separate holding cells."

Neteyam felt Kiri's grip tighten on his bicep at their words.

"Would've been a waste of space," the woman huffed, quickly typing something on her laptop keyboard, before shutting it and giving them her full attention. Her stare was intense and very much unnerving.

"Where are we?" Surprisingly that had come from Lo'ak. His spine was rigid in an attempt at channeling their father's intimidating demeanor.

The man smirked, striding up closer to the glass barrier. "Far from home, kid. That's for sure."

"You can't keep us here," Kiri hissed, but Neteyam could feel her hands trembling against him. "Our clan will come for us and kill you all."

"That's what we're banking on," he chuckled, shoving his hands in his pockets as he whistled lowly. "We really lucked out with these ones, didn't we doc?"

Neteyam cursed under his breath. They were planning to use them as bait to lure his parents here. He needed to find a way to get in contact with them, but all of their communication devices had been taken away when they were thrown in here. Fuck.

"Don't entertain them," she snipped, giving him an unimpressed stare. "We're not here to play games. I actually have a job to do, if you haven't noticed."

"Trying to get rid of me already?" He put a hand over his chest, a mock wounded look downturning his lips.

"Yes," she replied bluntly.

"Come on," he jeered, waving his arm at them like they were some sort of freak show. "Don't tell me you want to be alone with the savages?"

Neteyam and Lo'ak bristled at the insult, baring their teeth. Tuk whimpered behind Neteyam's leg.

The woman glanced at them, wrinkling her nose in disgust as if she was instead looking at a giant, steaming pile of ikran dung. "Of course I don't, but I also don't want to be homeless," she gave him a pointed look, jutting her chin towards the exit. "Now, if you'll excuse me I have some work to do. Alone."

The man raised his hands in surrender. "Fine, fine," he chuckled, striding leisurely towards the door. He was almost there when he paused, turning around with a raised brow. "Coffee later?"

"Get out," she said flatly.

The door opened and closed, leaving the room blanketed in a tense silence. It was also then that she started behaving weirdly.

She began frantically shuffling through the objects on her desk, lifting papers and shifting around devices. After a few minutes of this, she seemed to come across what she was looking for: a small, round dark object about the size of her pinky nail—which she promptly threw on the ground and crushed under the heel of her boot. It made a small crunching sound as it succumbed to the pressure.

"Fucking Madden," she hissed under her breath.

After kicking away the debris, she lifted her gaze, staring at them contemplatively. She slowly approached the glass barrier, her features becoming more distinguishable the closer she got. The siblings tensed, not able to tell what she was going to do next.

"Believe it or not, I'm not here to hurt you," she said finally, her stare heavy and unwavering. "In fact, I'd say I'm your best ticket out of here."

Neteyam narrowed his eyes. He knew how the sky people were, heard stories of their greed and destructive nature and even witnessed it firsthand. She couldn't be doing this out of her own good will. Why would she risk her livelihood and possibly her life for them? "What do you want?" He growled. She had to be after something.

"Your names," she said simply.

"What?" They all reeled back in disbelief.

"Well, more specifically, I'd like to get to know more about you," she elaborated, the harsh look in her eyes softening into something that looked suspiciously like curiosity.

"Why are you doing this?" Kiri's voice wavered from beside Neteyam, staring warily down at the small woman. Well, small to them, at least.

For the first time, a genuine smile crossed the woman's face, taking them all by surprise. "Didn't your father ever tell you," she said, something unreadable twinkling in her eyes. "That Sullys stick together?"

*****

*Takes a deep breath*

—internal screaming—

Guys. I’ve been WANTING to read something like this for so long that my brain just vomited it out. This is just an idea I wanted to share cuz it wouldn’t leave me alone and won’t be continued at the moment.

PS: PLEASE WE NEED MORE FICS WHERE JAKE’S SIBLING(S) INTERACT WITH THE KIDS T_T

[renisrandom]

Stupid toddler saying stupid toddler stuff.

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[luciferscowgirl]

— “Never to Return” —

60 chapter smutty slow burn

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Catholic virgin x Cardinal Copia

Hello guys!

I can finally say that I have successfully finished writing my 200.000 words slow burn “Never to Return”, where a young Woman of God escapes the restraints of her Catholic upbringing with the help of our beloved Cardinal Copia. Throughout the story, unexpected things happen, and we will learn more about the characters’ pasts. Things turn sinful…, in every way.

Read it here (AO3) or click the link in the title. It is 18+, so MDNI, please!

Thank you all! 💓

[moeblob]

Rey, who is in my very biased opinion, one of the funniest "girls" I have because she's just a guy, truly. Like Rey is just short for Reynold because he was recruited by a a goddess to help the hero she selected and the hero is conveniently Reynold's younger brother. So he agrees to help under the condition that the goddess gives him a female body for the other world. She's like "really odd flex but whatever" and gives him a female form and he's like "you know. I can't really blame anyone but myself for not specifying 'please don't turn me into a Lisa Frank personification'."

[herrmannhalsteadproduction]

Fine is a Four-Letter Word (Chapter Five)

Summary: This is Part Twenty-Two of my series A Herrmann/Halstead Production. It is an AU where Christopher Herrmann's mom had an affair with Pat Halstead resulting in a baby. The series follows this OC character (Rebecca "Bex" Herrmann) as she grows up and gets to know her brothers and the various Chicago teams. It is very much an AU, just to underscore that. It doesn't follow the same timeline and characters will follow different paths.

Click here for the Series Rundown where you can find the links to read all of the previous installments (which I highly recommend you do so that this one makes sense.)

Rating: Mature

Relationships: Christopher Herrmann & Original Female Character, Jay Halstead & Original Female Character, Will Halstead & Original Female Character, Jay Halstead & Will Halstead, Greg 'Mouse' Gerwitz/Original Female Character, Will Halstead/Connor Rhodes, Assorted OC Couples

Warnings: Injury Recovery, Trauma Recovery, Graphic Depictions of Violence, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Protective Siblings, Family Feels, Team as Family, Kissing, Romance, Mild Sexual Content, Swearing

Chapter One Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Friday

*** 

Jay

Jay scrubbed a hand down his face as Dr. Fredericks patiently waited for him to, you know, actually talk.

“You know what happened,” he began, figuring she’d at least heard through the grapevine if not directly from a few of her other first-responder patients. “With my sister and my brother.”

“I do.” Dr. Fredericks nodded. “But that doesn’t mean I know how you experienced it. I’d rather hear it in your own words.”

Rubbing a hand over his mouth, he slumped back in his chair, trying to gather his words. Dr. Fredericks waited. Infuriatingly patient, as always.

He couldn’t—he didn’t want to revisit that day. Any of it. But he knew the drill by now—knew he had to if there was any hope of getting a handle on it. The only way out was through and all that shit. Jay took a breath and tried to centre himself.

Slowly, haltingly, he told her everything. Every horrifying minute. Listening to the attack. Thinking that Bex—that she was dead before he could even get to her. Emery. And then Will. How he can’t stop hearing or seeing any of it whether he’s awake or asleep. How he’s trying to keep it together for Bex—trying to keep Bex together while she’s slowly falling apart before his eyes. Pretending she’s fucking fine.

Like any of them are.

They talked through his feelings of ‘misplaced’ guilt—Jay didn’t know if it would be possible to ever fully rid himself of that—and his extremely justified anger at Ty.

“I just—I want him gone,” Jay snapped out. “I don’t want him to ever be able to touch my family ever again. I’m doing everything I can think of to make that happen, but none of it feels like enough.”

Dr. Fredericks tilted her head at him. “What have you been doing?”

“I can’t work the case, obviously,” Jay said, still aggravated about that. “But I remembered my dash cam was on and it caught the phone call with Bex so I’ve handed that over. You can hear Ty pretty friggin’ clearly on that so it should help the prosecutors.” Detective Medeiros kept reminding him how huge a help that actually was.

“Mouse and I have been staying with her so I know there’s always someone there,” he continued. “But—”

“…but?” she prompted.

“We both have to start back at work on Monday,” Jay sighed. “They’re letting us switch our shifts around so at least one of us will be there—most of the time anyway, but I—I don’t know how I’m going to do it.”

“Return to work?”

“Leave Bex,” he said, shaking his head. “I tried to go for groceries on Wednesday and I-I had a panic attack in the parking lot of her building about leaving her alone. And Mouse was still there! I mean—I did it. I went. We needed food, but it…it was hard.”

“That’s understandable after a trauma like you’ve had,” Dr. Fredericks said. “Have you talked to Bex about your fears?”

“I don’t…no, no, I haven’t.” Jay sat up and grabbed the glass of water she’d set out for him. Gave his hands something to do. “Our oldest brother, Chris—he already had a talk with her along those lines this week.” Thankfully Chris had filled him in later because Bex hadn’t said a word. “I don’t—I don’t want to pile my shit on top of all that. I know she knows I’m worried about her. I keep checking on her while she’s ‘sleeping’—”

“Why the air quotes,” Dr. Fredericks cut in.

“Because I’m pretty sure she’s faking it,” he said, heart sinking all over again at the thought. “She went from waking us up with screaming nightmares to total silence in the span of a day. That doesn’t happen. But she’s resting, at least, and that was a huge fight to win.” His lips twisted in a wry smile. “One battle at a time, right?”

“That’s—”

“I know.” Jay held up a hand. “Something I need to talk about with her eventually, but I’ve been in her place, Doc. Hurt and in pain and knowing that there’s nothing you can do to speed up the process. It’s—it’s shitty and sleeping with broken ribs is actually pretty hard. I want to give her a bit of space…on that front, anyway.”

“Okay.” Dr. Fredericks levelled a look at him across the coffee table. “If talking to Bex is off the table, for now, what else do you think can be done to help you feel more comfortable with returning to work.”

Aside from removing Ty Anderson from the face of the planet? Jay blew out a breath as he wracked his brain, running through all of their plans and back up plans and—

“I think…I think we might be doing everything we can? To keep Bex safe, I mean.” He bobbed a little nod. “Aside from rolling her up in bubble wrap or something.”

“Which wouldn’t be good for her ribs,” Dr. Fredericks pointed out with a small smile. Jay popped a finger gun at her. “Fair point.” He let out a little laugh before sighing and running a hand over his face. “Can you just…tell me it’ll get easier at some point?”

“How long have we been seeing each other, Jay?”

“Couple of years,” he said, not bothering with the actual math. “Off and on.”

“So,” Dr. Fredericks said, not giving him an inch. “What do you think the answer to that is?”

Not easier.

Not ever really with the way their lives went, but eased. With time and a hell of a lot of work.

They all had a long road ahead of them.

*** Bex

Bex watched the numbers on her phone turn over and silenced the alarm as soon as it went off. Kol snuffled as he wiggled closer beside her and licked at her chin. She gave him a little scratch behind his ear.

“Good boy, Kol,” she said. “You did a good job.”

He’d snuck into her room on Tuesday night as Mouse was leaving and snuggled in beside her. Bex wasn’t about to turn him away and around one a.m., she was extra happy for that decision when he nudged her awake right as a nightmare was headed toward screaming out loud territory.

She did not need another night of waking up Mouse and Jay and having them burst into her room thinking she was fighting off an attack. Again.

Kol got plenty of treats for his help and now three nights in, they’d managed to keep up their little system. He woke her up before the nightmares got too bad. Mouse and Jay got more sleep—mostly. Jay kept checking on her, but she was pretty sure he was sleeping in between checks. She was only managing to get a couple of hours a night, but it wasn’t like she was exerting herself much throughout the day anyway.

The nightmares would fade at some point. They had to.

In the meantime, Operation Stop Worrying Your Whole Family was under way.

“Okay,” Bex said, pushing Kol away gently. “Time to get up and face the day.” She was workshopping times for how early she could come out of her room and not have Mouse look at her with that tiny little frown line between his eyebrows, asking her if she got enough sleep.

Seven a.m. and eight a.m. were not it. Maybe eight-thirty would be the magic number.

Bex grit her teeth as she leveraged herself out of bed, ribs screaming at her. Most of her body was still one giant bruise and moving, standing, or sitting—everything friggin’ hurt.

Slowly, but surely, she made her way toward her door. Taking a deep breath—ow, OW, ow—Bex pasted a smile onto her face and headed out into the hallway…

Into a quiet apartment.

Hunh.

Will’s bedroom door was open with no Jay inside—right. He was going to therapy this morning. Bex hoped the empty room meant he was following through with that and actually made his appointment. She’d overheard enough whispered conversations between him and Mouse to know they were both still beating themselves over what happened. Like any of the blame fell on them.

She crept out into the living room, shuffling along while Kol pranced beside her. With a bark, he shot ahead, nosing at the balcony door and she finally spotted Mouse sitting out there cross-legged.

“Oh, hey!” He turned around at the noise, scrambling to his feet as soon as he saw her. Sliding open the screen door, he stepped inside, scanning her face with worried eyes. That stupid frown line starting to form. “Did you get—”

“Hey! Good morning to you too,” she said, dragging that smile back out. “What were you doing out there?”

“Ah. I, uh—” Mouse rubbed at the back of his neck. Blushing. Bex’s smile suddenly felt a lot less forced.

“Mouse…” she teased, stepping closer. “Spill.”

“I was trying out a meditation thing that Lucy keeps recommending to me,” he blurted out. “Like a quiet-the-mind-relaxation-thing—”

Because he was stressed. About her. About all of this.

“Did it help?” She mentally crossed her fingers, already planning to send Lucy cookies if it had. Even a little bit.

“Oh, I didn’t—I actually got distracted watching some birds chase a squirrel in the parking lot,” Mouse confessed with a little snort. “I think they were playing? I hope they were, otherwise those were some mean birds.”

Bex laughed, doing her best to stifle the groan that followed as she pressed a hand against her side. Mouse’s face fell instantly.

“Shit, I’m sorry.” He crowded into her space, hand hovering over hers, carefully not touching. “I shouldn’t make jokes. Are you okay—”

“I’m fine, I—I don’t want you to stop making jokes,” she said. “Ever, okay?” She stared at him until he met her eyes again. “Promise?”

Mouse held her gaze before sighing and dropping his forehead to press against hers. “Promise.”

“Good.” Bex moved forward to wrap her arms around him and snuggle into his chest. “Let’s try this again. Good morning.”

“Morning, Bex.” Gentle, gentle arms wrapped around her, holding her close. “How about I make you some breakfast?” Mouse asked hopefully.

Her stomach rolled at the thought and Bex hid her grimace into shirt. “Sure,” she said. “That sounds great.”

***

Connor

Will sighed as his care team left the room and Connor sat quietly beside him, holding his hand while they both absorbed the big news.

“Guess I can cancel the rescue squad,” Will said, cracking a grin despite the dark circles under his eyes.

Connor snorted. “Like Severide would bust you out of here and risk Bex coming down on him.”

“Hey—ugh.” Will’s face fell. “I almost made a joke about how now was the best time since she’s out of commission, but—”

“Too soon.” Connor shook his head and Will nodded solemnly.

“Way too soon,” he agreed. “Think she’ll be coming by today or should we call her with the good news? Oh, we gotta talk to Jay and Mouse about moving stuff around so I can have space to maneuver. Our apartment isn’t exactly wheelchair friendly.”

Dr. Allan was letting him take very short walks, but he had to be careful due to the severity and placement of his wound. He couldn’t stress his abdomen while it was still healing which meant lots of bed rest and using a wheelchair more often than not to get around. At least for the next few weeks.

And Will was right about his apartment. Seemed like it was time for the discussion Connor had been prepping for in his brain over the past few days.

“So,” he cleared his throat. “I wanted to talk to you about something.”

“Mm?” Will glanced at him before continuing to type out a list on his phone, head shooting back up when he registered the serious look on Connor’s face. “What’s up?”

“I think that it would be best if you came home with me instead of your apartment,” Connor said, squeezing Will’s hand gently when he instantly started to argue. “Just—wait, please. Hear me out.”

Huffing out a breath, Will sank back against his pillows, the fight draining out of him as quickly as it had flared up. “Tell me.”

“My place is bigger,” Connor began. “You’ll have more room so you won’t have to worry about bumping into anything.”

“At least if I bump into anything at my place, I’ll know it didn’t cost five grand a cushion,” Will snarked and Connor raised an eyebrow at him.

“What happened to hearing me out?”

Will mimed zipping his lips, making Connor laugh softly as he rolled his eyes.

“Better.” He leaned in and took Will’s hand again. “There’s a ramp to the building and the elevator is solid.” Will and Bex’s place had two steps to get in and Connor had a disconcerting lack of confidence in the elevator. “I’ve got a walk-in shower,’ he continued, trying to hit all of the highlights right off the bat. “It’ll be easy to make it accessible and you can’t deny that my mattress is way better than yours.”

Using his free hand to unzip his lips, Will said, “…I do love your mattress.”

Connor knew that would be a point in his favour.

“I know the biggest issue is that you want to be back with Bex,” he said and Will nodded. “But this would just be temporary and like you said, she’s trying to recover too. Jay and Mouse are there. They’ve got her covered. And I’m pretty sure they won’t be leaving anytime soon so five people trying to operate in your apartment is a recipe for disaster.”

“Five?” Will’s face scrunched up in confusion. Connor fought off the urge to sigh.

“Yes, babe, five,” he said. “You think I’m not going to be with you for every step of your recovery, no matter where you’re staying? I already talked to Goodwin about taking a leave.”

“Con…”

“Out of everything, that is the one thing that’s non-negotiable. I mean it.” Connor blinked back tears as his breath caught. “You don’t—you don’t know what it was like, Will. You got shot. Right in front of me—I was—you almost bled out in my arms. I thought you were going to die, that I was going to lose you and I couldn’t—” He swiped a hand over his cheeks, shaking his head. “It was the worst day of my life and I just…I don’t want to let you out of my sight for a little while, okay? Is that—will you let me do that? Please?”

Will opened his arms as Connor’s voice broke on those last words, letting Connor sink into them—carefully—and they held each other until Will whispered, “Okay.”

Connor sat back up, searching his face for any hint of doubt or reluctance, but he was smiling softly at Connor through teary eyes. “Are you sure?”

“You’re right about all of it,” Will said, chewing on his lip as he considered his next words. “Your space is a better set-up, but more importantly, I think it would be best for us to be together in that space. Mouse and Jay have Bex covered and we can still visit and like you said, it’s temporary. I’m not letting Jay steal Bex as a roomie now. He had his chance.”

Relief flooded through Connor as a week’s worth of tension just…disappeared. “That’s—thank you, babe.” He leaned in for a kiss. “Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me yet,” Will said, quirking an eyebrow at him. “I’m calling dibs ‘not it’ on telling Bex about this.”

Connor sat back in his chair with a thump.

Well.

Shit.

***

Jay

Jay walked out of the doctor’s office and blinked at the sight of Voight and Olinsky standing next to his truck. His heart dropped.

What now?

“What’s going on?” he called out as he jogged over. “What happened? Is—”

“Bex, Will, and Emery are all fine,” Voight said, cutting off his immediate worries. “There’s nothing wrong with your family or the team, but we do need to talk.”

“Not here,” Olinsky added.

They both looked grim and Jay had about a thousand questions, but all he asked was, “Where?”

Voight jerked a nod at his truck. “Follow us.” He stalked off toward his vehicle without another word, assuming Jay would follow as ordered. He’d promised Bex and Mouse he’d be back right after his appointment, but something was clearly going down and Jay didn’t want to be out of the loop. Whatever it was, it was serious enough for them to track him down at his therapist’s office.

He shuddered to think of how many privacy laws they’d violated to do that.

Jay got in his truck and followed them out of the lot, bracing himself for whatever shit was coming their way now.

***

Hank

Al was silent beside him as they drove toward one of the abandoned industrial yards that Hank preferred for meetings like this.

Silent and yet incredibly loud in his judgment.

“Spit it out,” Hank growled.

“Is this really the right way to play it?” Al sighed.

“I’m not going to risk someone else breaking the news,” he shot back. “We need to catch him off-guard. See his face.”

“You don’t actually think he had anything to do with it.” Al turned and Hank could see him staring at him out of the corner of his eye.

“I hope not,” Hank said slowly. “But I also know we’re all capable of almost anything when someone threatens our family. And I think I have to see his face to know for sure.”

They rolled along the cracked pavement of the empty warehouse yard with Halstead pulling in close behind. He slammed the door of his truck as he got out, striding over to stand with vibrating impatience as he waited for them to join him.

“What the hell is this about?”

Hank waited until he was right in front of him. Eye to eye. “Ty Anderson is dead.”

Halstead blinked, unmistakable shock crossing his face. Unfiltered.

Good.

“What the—when? How?”

“Stabbed,” Al piped up. “Tuesday night. They did an internal investigation that came up as ‘fucked around and found out.’ Which tracks.” He shrugged. “Detective Medeiros only found out about it last night and came knocking on our door this morning.”

“She said he was found in section of the prison where the cameras were on the fritz,” Hank said, still watching Halstead carefully. “Nobody saw anything. Nobody heard anything. He bled out before he was found.” He waited a beat. “She wanted to know if we’d heard anything.”

Halstead narrowed his gaze. “Asked me what you dragged me out here to ask me.”

“We just want to know if anybody’s gonna hear something,” Hank said, crossing his arms as he stared right back. “Better to do clean up now than be caught with our pants down later.”

Closing his eyes, Halstead shook his head as he took a deep breath. “What?” he demanded, shooting a glare at both of them. “You think I had something to do with this? Ordered a hit?”

Hank shrugged. “Wouldn’t blame you.”

“If I was going to kill him,” Halstead snarled, jabbing a finger at him. “I would have done it that day. At Emery’s. He’s fucking lucky Hailey was there to stop me.” He shook his head and let out a harsh breath. “No,” he said, a little bit more even this time. “I wouldn’t—I didn’t have anything to do with it…but I hope whoever did? Made it hurt.”

The crime scene photos flashed through Hank’s mind. “You got your wish there, kid.”

Halstead went quiet for a moment. Calculating. “…was it you?”

The thought had crossed his mind. Briefly, hours later in the aftermath, when he’d met the sunrise in his kitchen with a bottle of scotch at his side. He knew enough people, had enough money, and was owed enough favours to make it happen.

But Al had shown up, tugged the bottle out of his hand and halted his silent plans with a quiet word. She wouldn’t want that. Don’t put it on her.

“No,” Hank said, meeting Halstead with a steady look of his own. “None of us.”

Halstead nodded, relaxing minutely before flinging out a hand. “Then who?”

“Guy like Ty,” Al said. “The possibilities are endless.”

***

Statesville Correctional Center

Peters

Nathaniel Peters had worked at Statesville for the better part of twenty years and has crossed paths with all kinds of inmates. Mean ones, innocent ones, friendly, scared, pissed off…

All kinds.

But only one had ever truly unnerved him.

Robert Forrest. Or Ramsay as he was better known as. His crimes of record were hacking and embezzlement, but the cops and the feds and the rest of the suits had no idea who they were really dealing with. The other criminals did though and Peters had heard all of those rumours. Witnessed enough violent outbursts to believe them.

Most of the more violent residents at Statesville had a kind of anger that Peters could understand. A rage that burned hot and fast, leaving a path of destruction before flaming out. It passed.

Ramsay. He was nothing but rage. A constant fire that burned cold. Controlled. He wielded his anger like a knife and there was no running once he had you in his sights. The hunt was all part of the game for him. It didn’t matter if he did the killing or if he paid one of his many pawns. As long as there was blood in the end, he was happy.

Peters was very invested in keeping Ramsay happy.

The guard before him had already up and ‘quit’ abruptly. Ramsay paid the warden well enough that he had the run of the place. The way Peters saw it, he might as well play nice and earn his extra money while he could. Stay on Ramsay’s good side…such as it was.

As soon as he had enough for that little fishing hut down in Florida, he was out of here.

In the meantime, he’d be the best damn pawn in Ramsay’s arsenal.

Knocking on the door of Ramsay’s cell, he waited for permission before sliding open the window. “Some detective’s asking questions,” Peters said. “But the warden has it handled.”

“And Mitchell?”

“Says thank you for the bonus,” Peters said, holding back a snort. The other guard jumped on the job as soon as it was offered. Didn’t hurt that he’d been itching to deal with Anderson since day one. “He’s waiting until the questions die down before taking his early retirement. Everything’s holding up so far. Nothing to tie back to him.” Ramsay hummed, pleased. “I do appreciate tidy work.” There was a pause before his face suddenly appeared in the window, taking everything Peters had not to flinch.

“Do you think she’ll be pleased?” Ramsay asked, eyes wide and unsettlingly earnest.

“Who—”

“My songbird, you idiot,” Ramsay hissed. “My Bex. Do you think she’ll like her gift?”

“Y-yeah,” Peters managed to get out. “I think she’ll be real grateful.”

Ramsay backed away from the door with another little hum. “Good. Maybe I should send her some more flowers. To help her recuperate.”

“I’ll get right on that,” Peters said as he slid the window closed. He shuddered as he walked back down the hall. He might be a coward and a pawn…

But at least he wasn’t Ramsay’s girl.

***

  Jay

Grateful felt like the wrong word when someone had been murdered—even someone like Ty—but Jay wouldn’t lie and say he wasn’t relieved.

Ty was gone.

He could never touch his family ever again.

For the first time in a week, Jay felt like he could actually breathe.

“What now?” he asked Voight.

“Detective Medeiros gave us permission to let the most important people know so that’s where we’re headed next,” Voight said, jerking his chin at Jay. “We were going to hit 51, Med, and then your place. Coming with?”

“Yeah,” Jay nodded. “Definitely.” He needed to be there for this. To let Emery, Will, and Bex know they were safe.

No matter how it happened, that part he truly was grateful for.

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Coming Through - A Private Man, Chapter 2

Summary: Bucky feels a connection with the public health nurse and openly wonders if he can ask her out.

Length: 4.9 K

Characters: Bucky Barnes, Rebecca Barnes Proctor, Tracey Harris, several OFC, Sam Wilson, Foggy Nelson.

Warnings: Bucky’s anxiety and self-doubt.

Author notes: This chapter also sets up a relationship with a newcomer / refugee centre, as the people who use it become important fixtures in the lives of Bucky and his sister.

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It had been a day and a half since Tracey stayed overnight at Rebecca's house. The volunteer centre ended up removing Bucky's notice which bothered her but the second agency she called said they had several people who responded immediately, wanting to give back to the community that had welcomed them from their own dire circumstances. She brought them together at their house on the Sunday afternoon so they could meet Bucky and Rebecca. What surprised her the most was that after listening to the different people Bucky was able to speak to several of them in their own language which pleased them immensely.

"How do you know their language?" she asked, genuinely curious.

He blushed slightly. "The Winter Soldier knew a lot of languages. I retained it all. Do they know who I was?"

She nodded. "I made that clear to the agency. I hope you don't mind. I felt being honest from the beginning was probably for the best. Most of them come from a culture that honours their elders. I think they'll be good to your sister."

With her help they set up a schedule for each person to take one night per week, starting Monday night. They all had Bucky's cell phone number in case of an emergency. Tracey gave them hers as well, saying she wanted to be sure that the lines of communication stayed open between herself and those caring for Rebecca. One of the volunteers, an Afghan woman named Samira, asked Bucky if he would object to her cooking some traditional snacks for Rebecca. He looked at his sister.

"What do you say?" he asked. "Are you willing to try some foreign foods?"

"As long as it's not too spicy, or greasy," she replied. "I would be embarrassed if something didn't agree with me after all the trouble she went to."

Samira smiled warmly and assured her she would tone down the flavours. The others asked if they could do the same and were pleased that Rebecca showed she still had an adventurous spirit at 94 years of age. With the schedule set the volunteers said goodbye to the pair, promising to take good care of Rebecca. Once again Bucky walked Tracey out to her car and they stood there awkwardly for a moment, not saying anything.

"I really appreciate the extra work you've done," he said. "Coming in today on your day off was very kind of you. Those volunteers all seem nice."

"They are," she replied. "I've dealt with that group before. We had a mother who had triplets and she needed overnight help to look after them. That agency rallied around them. I didn't mind bringing them together on your behalf. I didn't get a good response from the volunteer centre so I tried the newcomer agency and they were much friendlier about helping."

Bucky nodded. "I thought it was something like that." He hesitated. "How long do you think it will be before we find out about the extra funding?"

"It could be weeks," replied Tracey. "Anyways, I should get going. Bucky, I promise I will do everything I can to keep Rebecca living here. She loves you so much and that bond is crucial to her mental health, and to yours as well, I think. I will be by to see you both on Friday morning."

"Thank you again," he said, looking her directly in the eyes.

She opened the car door and smiled at him as she got inside the car. As she pulled away she looked in the rear view mirror noticing he watched her as she drove away. It made her wonder if he had much of a social life or if he put everything into taking care of his sister.

On Friday, Tracey made her weekly visit, ringing the doorbell at the house. Bucky let her in and she noticed there was coffee and cookies ready for her visit.

"You didn't have to do that," she said.

"I didn't," replied Bucky. "Amina baked them when she stayed over last night. I have to tell you the people you found are so kind to Rebecca. The women have been applying lotion to her skin and trimmed her toenails, better than I did. Kalyna even put nail polish on them and her fingernails. There's been a different snack for her every night. Tomorrow we've been invited to a Sudanese feast. Most of the volunteers from the agency are going. I don't have a car but we'll find a way to get there, if I have to push her in the wheelchair."

"I could drive you," offered Tracey. "I have no plans for the weekend. Would you be okay with that?"

Bucky looked to Rebecca who nodded amiably. Pulling her equipment out of her bag Tracey examined Rebecca and marked down the readings in her iPad. She asked different questions for the mental assessment but seemed satisfied with the answers. Then she sat back and picked up one of the cookies, biting into it.

"That's tasty," she said. "I can taste cloves. I'm quite pleased with your readings this week. Your blood pressure is good and you seem to have more strength in your arms. Are the ladies doing anything with you?"

"Samira gave me a soup can to do bicep curls," said Rebecca. "Said her grandmother did it well into her 90s but with a piece of firewood, instead of a can. They are all lovely ladies and tell me many stories of their life in their home countries. Some of them have been through terrible times but now that they're here they are so full of hope for the future of their families."

They visited for a little longer then Tracey checked her watch as she had to get to her next appointment. Bucky walked her out to her car, gazing down at her as she unlocked her door.

"What time would you like me to pick you up tomorrow?" she asked.

"Is 11:30 okay?" he answered. "It's at their community centre not too far from here."

"It's fine," she replied. "Can I ask you something?" He nodded. "Do you get out much? You know, as your sister's caregiver that it's important you practice some self care for yourself. Dating, or doing something that you enjoy doing."

"I don't date," he admitted, looking directly at her while he spoke. "I find it hard to talk with most women as I don't have a lot in common with them. I don't really know a lot about modern music or culture. When I'm home I read and putter around in the garden, planting stuff or fixing things."

"You talk to me just fine. I'm sure there's someone who would be pleased to go out with you, to a movie, or just to walk in the park."

"Would you?" Then he looked away as if he had overstepped a boundary. He refocused his attention on her. "Would you meet me for coffee sometime?"

"If your sister wasn't my client I would," she said, returning his gaze. "You're a nice man but I can't date a client."

He nodded in understanding. "Could you meet me for coffee to discuss my sister? Amina and Samira have both said they could help during the day so I could get errands done. Perhaps there are things you need to discuss in confidence."

He seemed slightly anxious while Tracey looked up at him. His blue eyes were focused on her with an intensity that would have unnerved her a few years ago but she didn't feel that way with him. Even with the stubble on his face she could see he was a very handsome man. Maybe what he really needed was practice in how to relate to a modern woman. There wouldn't be any harm in meeting with him as a client's representative.

"Okay, we can do that," she agreed. "Text me and I'll meet you. By the way, there should be a lawyer coming to meet with your sister next week. She wants to write her will, make you her heir. I asked a pro bono lawyer, Foggy Nelson. Perhaps he can help you with your claim for back pay. He's a bit of a crusader with his law partner."

"Thank you." Bucky smiled softly at her. "I'll let you know about the coffee meeting."

He watched her drive away and returned to the house where his sister sat smiling from where she watched the exchange between Bucky and Tracey.

"You ask her out?" she asked.

"She can't date a client," he said. "So I asked if she would have a coffee with me to talk about you. What's this about a lawyer?"

"I want to leave you the house if I die," said Rebecca. "If it doesn't get written down the government will take it." She looked at her brother, at the slight frown on his face. "It's the prudent thing to do, Bucky. Let me make sure you're taken care of on this. You already take such good care of me."

He smiled at his sister. "Alright. Tracey suggested he could help me with my back pay claim. It's been almost a year and I haven't heard anything. Maybe he can nudge the right people."

The following day Tracey showed up on time to drive them to the community centre. Bucky carried his sister out, gently seating her into the front seat of the car, reaching over and fastening her seatbelt securely. Then he folded up her wheelchair and placed it inside the trunk. It was a little crammed in the back seat because of his long legs but he didn't complain. It also allowed him the opportunity to look at Tracey. She even looked at him a few times through the rear view mirror.

When they arrived at the community centre there were balloons and decorations marking the occasion. Several of their volunteers came over to welcome them to the event. As soon as Bucky lifted Rebecca out of the front seat and put her into her wheel chair Amina took her inside the building. While Tracey parked the car Kalyna, a Ukrainian refugee, brought her husband Bohdan over and introduced him to Bucky. His face lit up when Bucky spoke Ukrainian to him, as he was still in the process of learning English. Bucky told him he would be happy to help him learn and on noticing the man had one arm told him he lost his own arm during World War II. Of course he asked to see Bucky's new arm and at first thought it was something he could get but Bucky explained it was a Wakandan prototype gifted to him. He tried to keep the explanation simple and was happy when Tracey rescued him from the man.

"Thanks," he said. "He kept asking how he could get one gifted to him. I don't think he understood this was, what do you call it? A one-off?"

"The Wakandans helped with more than the arm, didn't they?" she asked.

He nodded. "They made it impossible to activate the Winter Soldier again. He's dead and buried. I vowed never to kill again but as long as the code words were still there someone could bring him back. I owe them so much."

They approached the door and he stood to the side to let her in first. There was a hallway full of displays about Sudan and the neighbouring countries. She noticed and watched how he positioned himself whenever they approached one of the displays, always allowing her to see something first. He looked for Rebecca, smiling at how animated she was as Amina pushed her along and stopped at the displays, explaining this and that to her. It felt good to see her interacting with people as he realized his own introversion had kept them inside the house, isolating themselves from the neighbourhood.

There was a moment when someone's child came inside complaining about a lost soccer ball. Bucky's sensitive hearing picked up the conversation and he heard an adult ask if there was a way to the roof. Stepping outside he saw several kids grouped together looking up towards the roof of the building. Gathering that the ball had been kicked up there he went to the side of the building and jumped up, located the ball and stood at the edge with it before tossing it down to the waiting children. When he jumped down, landing cleanly on both feet there was applause. Someone came over and asked if he was an Avenger.

"I was," he replied truthfully. "During the battle of Wakanda and then again, when Thanos returned. I fought against the Flag Smashers when they hurt people. I'm not an Avenger now. Now I work at the docks in a regular job."

"They don't have the Avengers anymore?"

"No, no one would fund it," he said, somewhat embarrassed.

As his words were shared throughout the assembled guests he became uncomfortable with the attention and turned away, seeking a quiet corner. Tracey followed him, concerned for him. When they were alone he looked down at his feet and took some deep breaths.

"The attention makes you uncomfortable, doesn't it?" she asked. "The questions about the Avengers bother you. Do you have anxiety?"

"Well, funding it wasn't in my control," he said. "I leave that sort of thing to more important people. My job is good. It's honest work and pays decently." Then he looked at her face and knew he hadn't really answered her question. "I do have anxiety over how people see and react to me. Since I've been ... rehabilitated I've tried to do the right thing. My abilities make me unique. I know that but if the government doesn't fund the Avengers then it's not like I'm rich enough to do it pro bono. Still have to eat and pay the bills."

"Did you like it? Being an Avenger even if it was only briefly."

"I was good at it," he answered. "Making sure people were safe, stopping others from hurting people. I'm just an ordinary guy really."

Tracey could see he was getting more uncomfortable with the questions and she smiled at him. "I think you're more than an ordinary guy. I think you're one of the good ones."

For a moment Bucky couldn't tear his eyes away from Tracey's lips then they were interrupted by the announcement that the food was ready and to line up. Searching through the sea of faces they found Rebecca and saw she was already being seen to by Amina, who looked back and nodded at them. They joined the lineup of people that were waiting. When they got to the buffet tables they picked up their paper plates and loaded the different foods on them. A couple of chairs were saved for them at the table where Rebecca was sitting. Amina introduced them to her family, a husband, son, and daughter. Bucky noted her son was the boy who came in asking for help with the soccer ball. He became aware of the boy watching him closely and finally looked directly at him.

"What would you like to know?" he asked in Arabic.

"May I see your arm?" he asked, to his mother's horror.

She started to apologize to Bucky and he waved it off. Gesturing to her son to come closer he took the glove off of his left hand and pushed up the sleeve of his long sleeve Henley shirt. Smiling and then nodding he told the boy he could touch it.

"It's metal," said Amina's son, Kafeel. "Are there wires and stuff inside?"

"It's all computer circuitry and microchips," replied Bucky. "It works just like a normal arm except I don't feel things quite the same. I had to learn to be gentle with it so that I didn't crush fragile things."

"Cool," said the boy. He looked up at Bucky. "Thank you for getting my soccer ball."

"You're welcome," he replied calmly.

Kafeel returned to his seat and Bucky pulled his sleeve down but left his glove off. Rebecca had a soft smile on her face, knowing that her brother was a kind man at heart, especially when children were involved. Later, when the gathering began winding down people were encouraged to take leftovers home with them and foil containers were put out. Amina brought a full one to Rebecca and Tracey, then went back and brought another full one to Bucky, saying she knew he needed more food than normal, having heard it from his sister. While Tracey brought the car he pushed Rebecca out through the main door. The sun was almost down and many people were standing around chatting before leaving. As he lifted his sister up several people descended on the wheelchair to fold it up and laughed as they touched it at the same time. It was put into the trunk as he placed her in the front seat and fastened her seat belt. All of her volunteers were gathered around to say their thanks to Rebecca and Bucky for coming.

"Thank you for asking us," he said with some emotion. "I wish I had known about you all sooner. You're good neighbours."

"Mr. Bucky, we're here to help," said Samira. "You're a good man and you look after Mrs. Rebecca very well. Please, don't hesitate to call any one of us, any time."

He nodded and got into the back seat. As they pulled away Rebecca waved goodbye to their friends, for they were friends now. At the house he carried his sister inside, placing her in the arm chair. He went back out to where Tracey had pulled the wheel chair out and stood beside the open trunk. For a moment they looked at each other studying the other's face without speaking. Putting his hand out he shook her hand, making her notice how gentle the grasp of his large hand over hers felt.

"Thanks for driving us," he said softly. "I'll let you know about that coffee meeting soon."

Tracey nodded and got into her seat. Like always she looked back via the rear view mirror and saw that Bucky watched her for a long time. When she made a turn she pulled over and sat there for a moment. What was happening to her? She never had feelings for a client before but then was Bucky really her client? His sister was but was that still too close for comfort? At that moment Hungry Eyes came on the radio and she took a breath. She didn't want to think whose eyes were more hungry. As much as she didn't want to she might have to step away from this client. She could get lost in those blue eyes and that would cause all sorts of problems professionally.

A small smile was on Rebecca's face when Bucky came back inside. He put the leftovers away in the fridge and put some water on for tea. Making them both a cup of camomile tea he brought hers out and placed it on the table beside her. Both of them yawned almost instantaneously and chuckled at each other.

"You like her," noted Rebecca. "I can tell by how you watch her."

"She's a nice lady," he said. "It's obvious she cares about people."

"She's divorced, no kids. Her husband worked out of town a lot and cheated on her. That's when she went back to school for nursing."

"I'm a fossil. My outside might say young but inside I still miss the 1940s. It was simpler then. She could do better than me, a dock worker."

He looked at anything except his sister, taking a sip of his tea. Whatever Rebecca thought she saw in him when he looked at Tracey was wishful thinking at best. Still, he liked the quiet nurse's calm manner and found it easy to talk to her. He had spoken more to her in the few days of their acquaintance than he had ever spoken to any woman since reassembling after the Snap.

"Ethically, she can't date me," he said suddenly, startling Rebecca. "You're her client, that makes me her client as well. She could get into trouble if we dated and I wouldn't do that to her."

"That's a shame," replied his sister. "You could build a life with someone like her."

He drained his mug and went to the kitchen to wash it out. Sometimes he didn't want to hear Rebecca say out loud what he was feeling. Then he pulled his phone out of his pocket and looked at Tracey's phone number in his contacts list. Just as quickly he opened up another contact and dialled, then stepped outside into the dark of the backyard so his sister wouldn't hear him. It took several rings but when he heard Sam's voice he let a breath out.

"Hey, Bucky, what's up?" asked Sam. "How's Rebecca and the job?"

"Job is ok. Ran into some bureaucracy with Rebecca," replied Bucky. "We have a public health nurse who checks on her every week and she's doing good but we had to line up volunteers to look after her overnight while I'm working as she can't be alone. I couldn't afford to hire anyone."

"Yeah, that can get expensive," he said. "But you lined up volunteers? From where?"

"A newcomer agency for refugees and immigrants," said Bucky. "It's working out but I need your advice on something else."

"Okay," drawled Sam, sounding unsure. "What's wrong?"

"I think I'm falling for the nurse and I think she likes me but ethically she can't date me," explained Bucky. "She's really good with Rebecca and I don't want to get her into any trouble but how do I get her off my sister's case so we can date?"

"Oh man," breathed Sam. "Are you sure she feels something for you? Because if you do this and she turns you down ...."

"No, she hasn't said anything." Bucky was suddenly thinking that maybe this wasn't a good idea. "I just ... I just feel a connection with her that I haven't felt with anyone else. I'm tired of being alone, Sam. It's exhausting."

"You haven't dated anyone?" he asked. "What happened to that Leah, the bartender?"

"After I told Yori about his son she didn't want to see me any more," said Bucky.

"So, not even any casual hookups?"

Bucky knew that Sam would ask that but also didn't want to admit who he had been hooking up with for casual sex so he lied.

"No, nothing. Do you think I should tell her straight up that I'm attracted to her and want to take it further? Or should I let it go?"

He could hear Sam breathing at the other end as he thought over what Bucky asked. "You could tell her and suggest a different nurse take on Rebecca as a client. I'm sure they shuffle case loads all the time. Then you give her time before you officially ask her out, a month at least, longer if you can stand it."

Bucky took a big breath. That actually sounded like a good plan. If Tracey was interested in him he would be willing to wait until she was comfortable with dating him. They talked a little longer about whether Sam had heard anything from anyone about the Avengers restarting but he hadn't so they finished the conversation and said their goodbyes.

The following day it rained so Bucky cleaned the house, did some laundry, and read. He called Amina and asked if she could come in on one of the weekdays so he could run errands. She suggested Tuesday afternoon which he accepted. Then he texted Tracey, asking to meet for coffee then. He was afraid to phone, certain he wouldn't be able to talk coherently. She texted back, agreeing to meet him at 2 pm. Rebecca saw his face go soft when he received the text but didn't say anything, knowing he would withdraw from her if she spoke.

On Monday morning the doorbell rang and Bucky looked out the small cutout window of the front door. A somewhat pudgy man with long hair parted at one side waited. Bucky opened the door.

"Hi, I'm here to see Rebecca Proctor about a will?" he began then did a little double take. "You really are Bucky Barnes."

"Yeah, Rebecca is my sister," replied Bucky. "You're Foggy Nelson, I take it. Come in."

Nodding his head Foggy stepped in and wiped his shoes on the mat. Bucky led him into the living room introducing him to Rebecca. He looked around, seeing how neat and clean everything was.

"Nice place," he said. "So you want to write your will."

"Yes, I want to make sure the house goes to Bucky if I die," she replied. "He already pays the taxes and utilities, and we split on everything else."

Foggy turned to Bucky. "You live here, full time?" Bucky nodded. "You don't need a will for that. You can make your brother a joint tenant with right of survivorship. It makes it easier for him to inherit it. If you put it in the will then it has to go through an executor, and probate, and it could take a while for him to legally inherit it. As a joint tenant his name would be on the land title and it would automatically go to him."

Rebecca smiled. "Let's do that."

Foggy wrote down all of the relevant information and indicated they could still do a will for her personal possessions. He would print off the forms at his office and bring them back for signing. Then he looked at Bucky.

"Tracey said you may need my services as well," he said. "Something about a claim for back pay?"

"Well, I was a POW for all the time HYDRA had me," replied Bucky. "It was suggested by the lawyer who represented me after the Battle of Earth that I put in a claim for it. He thought I was entitled to some sort of compensation for being kept as a slave, really." Foggy listened sympathetically, nodding his head slightly. "It's not that I want a big payday or anything but there is evidence that some members of the military and CIA who were HYDRA sympathizers kept my existence a secret from people who would have come looking for me and rescue me. I put in a claim a year ago and since then have heard nothing."

"Bucky has to work night shift at the docks," said Rebecca. "It's not the best paying job but it's honest work. Between that and our pensions we manage but the money is tight. We depend on volunteers to stay the night with me so that I'm not alone. He's given up a lot to look after me. No social life is hard on a young man like him."

Bucky smiled at his sister. "I'm older than you, kid."

Foggy grinned at the sibling exchange. "What does your lawyer say about it?"

"He retired and when I phoned to ask if anyone else was taking the case they said they needed a retainer," he replied. "I don't have that kind of money."

"What about the Avengers?" asked Foggy. "Are they not active?"

"No funding," replied Bucky. "Everyone's doing their own thing basically, although Sam and Joaquin, Cap and Falcon, get the occasional contract. It's not like they paid us to take down the Flag Smashers."

Foggy nodded sympathetically. "Okay, I'll take on your case as well. See if I can light a fire under some bureaucrat. The evidence that your existence was hidden ... was that in the release of HYDRA and SHIELD files onto the web?" Bucky nodded and Foggy stood up. "Okay, I'll get these forms made up and bring them to you, Rebecca, to sign. For the joint tenancy, Bucky you'll have to pay your sister a dollar. I can witness that transaction, although I may have to bring a colleague to act as notary. Don't worry, that won't cost you anything. I'll call back in on Wednesday morning."

He shook their hands and let himself out. Rebecca looked at her brother.

"I liked him," she said. "Such a nice young man.

Bucky liked him, too, but was concerned about Nelson's ability to light a fire under a bureaucrat. His previous lawyer had said it was a slam dunk but nothing had come of it. If he was a suspicious man he might think someone was deliberately dragging their feet on his claim. As far as Bucky was concerned they could still be on their own.

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Sacrifices (Oneshot)

[ canon • Aemond x little sister • female ]

[ warnings: incest obviously, sex content, virginity loss, oral sex, smut, fluff, sexual tension, obsession ]

[ description: Finally, after months of waiting, his beloved, younger sister becomes his wife. The task that awaits him as an older brother is not to cause her pain during the beautiful act in which they will finally become one. ]

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"Don't be afraid, hāedar (little sister)."

This was easier said than done.

The day of their nuptials, although it was the fulfilment of their dreams and hopes, was also a time full of terror and humiliation for them.

Aegon made sure to speak his thoughts aloud about how his younger brother would not be able to please his sister and that it was him she should give her wedding night to.

"With one eye, he won't even know where to put it." Aegon sneered, taking a deep sip from his cup. Their mother gave him a quick, rebuking glance.

"Aegon. That is enough."

The humiliation he felt burned his loins like fire, however, what really frightened him was her pale face, her hands clenched on her beautiful green dress, the field flowers pinned into her hair.

She looked so beautiful and innocent that he was afraid to touch her, barely brushing her tiny, delicate hands as they danced.

He hated courtly courtesy, and the steps he had to take to the rhythm of the music seemed forced and clumsy, yet he was doing it for her, just for her.

Although it was their wedding day, she was sad and tired.

To his joy, with the help of his mother, he managed to dissuade his brother and his friends from participating in their intimate act. When the chamber door closed behind them, they were left alone.

He was relieved when her body clung to his: it was not a gesture of desire, but of fear and uncertainty, as if she had been waiting for hours and could not do it because it would be indecent behaviour.

Embracing her husband.

She was his wife.

"Lēkia (big brother)." She muttered, sinking into his linen white shirt, her body covered only by her nightgown.

His arms involuntarily embraced her petite figure, sinking her face into his chest, her scent, her closeness making him feel a pleasant warmth in his stomach.

"I'm here. No one's going to hurt you." He whispered, his full lips placing a loud, soft kiss on the top of her head.

Gods, how he loved her.

Her, only her.

Love was a weakness and he knew it, and she was the only person he wanted and needed to be vulnerable in front of.

"Are you afraid?" She asked involuntarily, looking up at him with her big, dark eyes that she had inherited from their mother.

His broad hand rose to her plump cheek and stroked her skin with his thumb, looking at her with his lips parted, feeling a squeeze in his heart.

What should he answer?

What if she thought he was weak, that Aegon was right?

That he wouldn't be able to please her?

"What do you mean?" He muttered, looking into the depths of her dark, shining eyes.

"Have you ever lain with a woman? Before our betrothal. You can tell me, I'll understand." She whispered in a trembling voice, and he swallowed hard, feeling the cold sweat on his back.

He didn't know if it was a good idea to tell her, but he didn't want to begin their marriage with a lie.

"I did, issa dōna rūklon (my sweet flower). Once. It was Aegon's idea, not mine. On my thirteenth Name Day." He choked out with difficulty, feeling shame and fear at the thought that she might have rejected him, found him disgusting, unworthy of her affection.

She nodded, to his surprise looking as if she felt relieved, her trembling hand found his, their fingers intertwined in a soft, tender embrace.

"You promised me that from this day to the end of your days you would be mine alone." She whispered, and he nodded, feeling his erection swell and pulse in his breeches at her words, reminding him of the vow they had made to each other in the Great Sept.

"Yes, sweet sister. I am yours and you are mine." He sighed, leaning over her, in some natural, simple reflex, letting their lips cling to each other in a soft, warm kiss.

They both purred with contentment, carefully grasping each other's cheeks in their hands, stroking the skin of their faces with their fingers, letting their wet, rough tongues lick tentatively with the quiet click of their saliva.

"– ah – mmm –" She hummed as one of his arms hugged her waist, forcing her body to slam against his, his impatient cock pushing against her belly.

"– can you feel it, hāedar? –" He exhaled, looking down between their bodies, watching the bulge under the material of his breeches pressing against her body. "– can you feel what you're doing to me? – how much I crave to feel you? –"

She looked at him with a hazy, dreamy, hot gaze from which he felt a squeeze in his lower abdomen, her glistening, puffy lips parted wide.

"– I want it, brother – make it feel good –" She whispered, and he needed no more encouragement. She squealed in surprise, throwing her arms around his shoulders as he lifted her up, holding her beneath her buttocks, walking with her towards their large marital bed now standing in his chamber.

"– easy, little one – easy –" He murmured with a smile, touched by her innocent, involuntary behaviour, in the candlelight seeing how much her cheeks had blushed with emotion.

"– will it hurt, Aemond? – mum said it would –" She muttered as he laid her down on the soft, clean bedding, apparently revealing to him at last the reason for her sadness and anxiety all day.

He sighed heavily, climbing onto the bed, reading dozens of books before their wedding just to make sure he did everything he could to spare her suffering.

"– there's a thin wall inside you that I'm going to have to break – during this moment, you'll be able to feel discomfort and sting, but when it's behind us, I swear you'll feel nothing but pleasure –" He whispered in a trembling voice, spreading her thighs in front of him, letting the material of her nightgown expose her bare thighs.

She blinked, looking at him in disbelief, surprised, apparently, by his extensive knowledge on the subject, and breathed out quietly, as if trying to relax.

"– we'll start with what's familiar to you – we need to make you wet and willing for your brother – hm? –" He murmured, cocking his head, trailing his hands from her knees to her thighs. She nodded quickly, wriggling impatiently, clearly now more excited than frightened, shivering on her skin in the places where he ran his palms.

A sweet sigh of surprise left her lips as he drew her closer to him and leaned in, sinking his face into her heat: her folds were pink and swollen, soft and tender as silk. His sister smelled of bath, of fragrant oils and herself, of her own sweat – he murmured at the thought, the tip of his tongue running over her small, swollen bud, making her fingers clench in his hair, her head thrown back.

"– lēkia –" She mewled, rolling her hips back and forth, impatient, wanting more and harder. He, however, decided to take his time and explore her womanhood, the space around her pearl, her tight slit, which he teased with slow, lazy flicks of his tongue.

He felt the taste of her moisture on his tongue and grinned under his breath as he listened to her moans, feeling her body writhing before him in convulsions, his fingers digging warningly into the plush structure of her thigh.

"– lay still –" He hissed, finally forcing his tongue between her fleshy, hot walls, licking and rubbing the small spot just above her opening, teasing her bud with his nose, all swollen from his caresses.

"– Aemond – Aemond, Aemond, Aemond –" She sobbed in front of him, chasing her peak, but he knew he couldn't let her come.

Not yet.

He stopped his treatments and raised himself up on his elbows, looking at her with satisfaction, wiping his face with his hand. Her long, dark hair was spread around her head, her lips parted wide in a heavy breath, her gaze hot and full of desire.

"– I want more – husband –" She mumbled, and he sighed and nodded, sliding the material of his breeches lower, releasing his hard, long manhood, dripping from his precum.

Husband.

"– show me your breasts, sweet wife –" He commanded, and she drew in a loud breath and quickly slid the material of her nightgown off her shoulders, revealing her bare chest to him.

Something about her appearance, about how different she was from Madam, aroused him even more – her plump breasts with their sweet, hard nipples were more girlish, more innocent, more lovely.

His.

His hand squeezed his swollen cock at the base with sure, quick jerks as he leaned in, sinking and clamping his mouth on her little nipple, beginning to suck involuntarily as if he were a baby.

He had never heard her let out a similar moan before, so helpless and loud, her hands immediately pressed his face closer to her breast as if she wanted to melt into one with him.

"– b-brother – what are you – ah –" She mewled and shuddered as he directed the thick head of his cock against her leaking, hot slit and began to slowly push.

She gasped, throwing her head back, clearly not having known a similar sensation in her entire life – he opened her with difficulty and was met with resistance, her moan of discomfort telling him that this was the moment.

He released her breast and lifted himself up on his arm higher, to her face, wanting to look into her eyes, his nose pressed against her cheek.

"– I need to push harder now – this might hurt a little – spread your thighs wider – yes, just like that – ready? –" He asked and she nodded, her eyes big with desire and terror.

He cradled her head to the hollow of his neck, slid out a little and with one sure thrust hit something deep inside her, from which she cried out loudly and squealed in pain, her fingers tightening on the material of his shirt.

Fuck, he hadn't made it.

He had to do it again, harder.

"– just one more time – one more time and it will be over –" He whispered in a trembling voice, her walls almost painfully tight against his cock, clenching in panic.

He grasped her buttocks in his hands, pulling them apart with her whine of discomfort, and with one violent thrust he finally broke deeper into her warm interior. He felt her burst into sobs, her legs quivering all over in his embrace, her fingers clenched painfully hard against his skin.

"– stop – don't move – don't move –" She mumbled pleadingly, and he froze motionless, panting heavily, feeling the sting in his heart, for some reason feeling like crying himself. His lips placed warm, tender kisses on her temple and cheek, his broad hand simply stroking her hair, wanting to reassure her.

"– I know, I'm so sorry – I know I promised it would be easier – but the worst is behind us –" He promised, and she swallowed heavily, feeling how hard his erection pulsed inside her.

"– it still hurts –" She confessed, and he nodded.

"– we'll wait until it stops – we'll just embrace and kiss until the discomfort passes – hm? –" He asked in a shaky voice, afraid that she would reject him now, tell him to stop, that she didn't want to see him, that she would never let him touch her again.

She, however, nodded and looked at him with a trusting and affectionate gaze from which his lips, swollen with desire, melted with hers into one. They kissed loudly and unashamedly, their tongues dancing with each other deep in their throats, fighting for dominance, their hands stroking their hair and bodies.

Indeed, he felt her walls stop pressing so hard against him, her breathing calmed, tears of fear stopped flowing down her face. Tentatively, he slid deeper into her, and she only sighed, combing through his hair, without however uttering a word.

"– may I? –" He asked in a quivering voice, feeling his cock about to explode with desire. She looked up at him, her lips parted sweetly, her face all red from emotion and tears.

"– yes – just – be gentle – She mumbled, and he pressed his forehead against hers, with a low groan slowly and firmly sliding all the way into her. He looked at her face, at her eyelashes glistening from her tears, at her sweet red lips, and thought he had to do this to her.

"– sister –" He exhaled and began to pound into her, shyly and shallowly at first, thinking only of how tight, warm, wet she was, that he was just taking her maidenhood and her, what was rightfully his from the day she was born.

"– brother –" She muttered, throwing her head back, clearly feeling the opposite of discomfort at the moment.

"– 'm going to accelerate now –" He whispered, gripping her hips in his hands, imposing a sharp, fast rhythm on her, slamming into her the way he'd always dreamed of doing, the loud slaps of their skin building his way to fulfilment.

She moaned loudly, throwing her legs over his back, her hands on his neck pressed him closer, wanting to unite with him, to become one as they were always meant to be. They kissed passionately and deeply, then again and again as her hips began to rock, seeking a shared rhythm with him, her sweet little cunt began to squeeze him, soaking him all over.

"– ñuhon (mine) –" He exhaled between the aggressive, sticky, slick dance of their teeth and tongues, their bodies entwined in an aggressive, close embrace like a vine.

"– aōhon (yours) – iksan aōhon, lēkia (I'm yours, big brother), oh fuck, fuck, fuck! –" She cursed far too sweetly and innocently, throwing her head back in euphoria, going before his eyes through the kind of release she had never before experienced in his presence, the great wet spot under their buttocks making him lick his lips lustfully.

"– that's right – I intend to fulfil my duty to you as a husband every day, ābrazȳrys (wife) – ah – fuck, yes –" He sighed, feeling a tightening in his stones, only to feel a wonderful, stunning relief a moment later and finally fill her with his seed, as he had always been destined to do.

"– gods –" He exhaled, falling on top of her, their hands clenched on their bodies, refusing to let go, their breaths hitched and heavy, full of fulfilment.

"– I want to see you bare, valzȳrys (husband) –" She mumbled out in shame, and he hummed, for some reason pleased with her request.

At the thought that he hadn't discouraged her from their intimacy, that she wanted it as much as he did.

As he pulled off his shirt and breeches she slipped off the material of her nightgown, remaining unashamedly naked before him, sweet, beautiful, his.

His little sister.

He drew her to him, placing tender, loud kisses full of affection on her bare skin, her nimble fingers pulling at the ribbon material at the back of his head, releasing the front strands of his hair.

He looked at her and smiled, thinking with pride that he was her husband and she was his wife, that every night from that day until his death she would spend at his side, in his bed, bearing his children, his inheritance.

They clung to each other like little children, sinking into each other's embrace, stroking each other's naked bodies, kissing the skin of each other's sweaty faces, red with emotion, knowing that no one would ever separate them again.

Before the face of men and gods, they were one.

[whatstruthgottodowithit]

The Boy Who Broke His Own Heart

Fandom: Harry Potter [Marauders Era]

Pairing: Sirius Black x Original Female Character

Characters: Sirius Black, Original Female Character, James Potter, Remus Lupin, Jasmine Potter, Peter Pettigrew, Marlene McKinnon, Lily Evans, Mary MacDonald, Euphemia Potter, Filius Flitwick, Fleamont Potter,

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 26,543

Summary: Sirius would rather break his own heart than hers.

Tags/Warnings: James Potter has a sister, Self Loathing, Commitment Issues, Friends to Lovers, Kissing, Smut, Angst, Fluff, Smoking, Accidents, Harm, Marauders Era, The War is Not Happening in this, Cheating, Jealousy

Notes: This is gonna be a short lil series planned eight shortish chapters <3

PART ONE PART TWO PART THREE PART FOUR PART FIVEPART SIXPART SEVENPART EIGHT

Sirius Tags

@caitlin1996 @imthebadguyyy

[ranchracoon]

"Make Me Yours" Ch. 8 The Daughters

Chapter 7

"We need to escape."

"No, we finally found our mate and you want to bail?"

"Did you forget everything you saw? She tortures people! Drinks their blood. We need to escape and help these children escape too."

"Then our mate will starve!"

"She's not our mate! This is clearly a mistake. Why would the Goddess give me someone who eats human?"

"How is her consumption any different from you eating pork? Do pigs not have emotions? Feelings? Thought?"

"Pigs don't talk."

"Neither can I, except to you."

"Yet I wouldn't eat a wolf! There must be another way."

"You would if your sole survival depended on it."

"It doesn't matter anyways! She doesn't want us! There's something wrong with this place, that's why you can't come out. This is just a mistake."

"She's our mate and you know it. I won't be able to come out until she accepts or rejects us. You know that."

"We're escaping. Or we just have to survive long enough for Ben and the others to find us. I'm sure they've noticed by now that we're not answering the phone."

"If you leave, you'll never be able to shift again."

Carmen sighs and holds her head, pressing the pad of her hands into her eyes until they hurt and she sees bright streaming beams. That must be a risk she's willing to take. But how? So far the only exit she can find is that hole in the basement, but without some sort of rope or ladder there's no way to climb out. Not to mention Bela is the only one with a key, other than the lady presumably. The doors leading outside are all locked except the carriage gate which is locked by an iron gate every evening. She vaguely remembers what the outside of the castle looked like when she snuck in, but it's fuzzy. She can't remember exactly where everything is, she wasn't paying that close of attention. Even if she manages to get everyone outside the gate, she has no idea where to go from there. Even the windows are locked and barred so there's no escape plan coming from there either.

 Carmen lays in the dark quarters, listening to the uneven breathing of those around her, and the occasional snort. She doesn't move until she hears Lilliana wake up then promptly follows her for the morning routine. It's kind of like how her family would prepare breakfast, everyone takes turns cooking, cleaning, bringing in fresh food and they all eat together. Maybe Carmen can convince them to let her cook with some actual spices, then again, based on how bland the food is, they might have heart attacks from flavor overload.  

The staff look at her like she has three heads, they don't speak to her at all unless absolutely necessary for their job. Somehow she has to convince Daniela and these children to believe her intentions and that she's a good person. Then again, is she really a good person if all she's doing is manipulating Daniela for her own gain? Would her family be welcoming to an outsider without knowing their intention? Carmen eats in silence without looking at anyone. This morning is different, there's an uneasy shift in the air, she furrows her brow and sits up a little straighter while eating. A sudden chill sends her senses into overdrive as she becomes acutely aware of her surroundings. They mention that name again: Mother Miranda, but Carmen is too overstimulated by the constant input of sensory overload that she can't concentrate on what they're saying. All she can think of is something is wrong, even her wolf has her hackles engaged. 

Lilliana steps in and pulls Carmen aside to the dining room to await for the ladies of the castle. She says nothing, and when others arrive they don't look at her and intentionally give her a wide berth. Daniela is the first to arrive this time, then Bela, then Cassandra before finally the lady herself. Carmen so stupidly wants to make herself appear suitable for her, but for some reason, all she can do is slump her shoulders and stare off into space. The lady enters and Carmen hardly spares her a look, she didn't even last a day before her spirit was broken. How pathetic. The lady sits and eats in silence with her daughters, when she finishes she sets down her glass and clears her throat. 

"Still no word from Mother Miranda, and I need extra help today. Bela, you and the pest will be assisting me today. We had our first snow of the season, meaning the deep freeze will be upon us and we need to prepare. Cassandra, you'll be in charge of the staff today. Have them work in the vineyards. You know what to do. Daniela I need you ensure the security of our castle."

"Yes mother" they answer in unison. 

Carmen perks up a little, she'll be working with her mate today! She beams with excitement and nearly thrashes her way through when the lady calls her to follow. She does, almost annoyingly so, breathing in her scent with makes Carmen a little nauseous. It's a mixture of fancy perfume and cigarettes, but she doesn't care, this is her mate's scent! She hardly takes stock on where they are going until they stop walking, arriving at a large decorated room with a desk in the center, a coffee table in front of the desk with two large sofas on each side of the table. Rows of binders and books line the walls except one which holds a large, white, finely decorated fireplace and a roaring fire inside. Carmen is sat in one of the love seats before a giant stack of papers is plopped in front of her, she looks up to see her mate starring down at her. She subconsciously wags her tail, she's finally getting attention from her mate! Something she's been dying for. 

"Organize these into the appropriate binders by alphabetical order. Can you handle that?"

"Yes ma'am" Carmen answers. 

The lady goes to her desk where she begins writing and doing her tasks while Bela also begins organizing some papers and writing things. Well, this is better than doing nothing. Carmen takes the first sheet of paper then goes to the rows of binders on the shelves, seeing them all meticulously organized and easy to find where the report goes. Carmen follows her orders until her mind begins to wander, she looks over at the lady working away, the way her brow furrows in frustration. The lady pinches the bridge of her nose and stands abruptly, dismissing herself from the office. Bela stares at Carmen until she returns to work, huffing under her breath. Bela is caught off guard by the sound of shattering glass and a inhumanly loud scream. Carmen whips her head around toward the double doors but Bela is faster, she turns to face Carmen with her sickle at the ready. 

"Stay" Bela orders. 

Carmen huffs in response. 

Since both of them are gone she decides to sit back down on the couch, shuffling the papers around to distract herself until the double doors slam open. Carmen jumps to her feet to see Daniela standing there smirking, she turns into a large swarm of insects that surround themselves around Carmen. Carmen wiggles and swipes away at the insects instinctually only to have Daniela half form and tell her to knock it off. When Carmen gives in, Daniela swoops her up and carts her out of the office and through a series of corridors. They wind up in what looks like a library with a large glass dome for a roof. Carmen lands on her feet shakily before she looks over to Daniela who smiles brightly. 

"¡Nunca vuelvas a hacer eso (Don't ever do that again)!" Carmen snaps. 

"Ooohh what did you just say? What was that?" Daniela chirps. 

"It's Spanish. My native tongue."

"Can you teach me?"

"Now?"

"Well no,  we don't have long before Bela finds us but maybe eventually? If you end up staying here. I can talk so much shit about Bela without her even knowing!"

Carmen chuckles, "well I can teach you a few words."

"Like what?"

"Umm....puta means bitch."

"Puta" Daniela giggles, "that's too obvious though. She'll know I'm calling her a name, I need something like a greeting or farewell."

"You could say, gracias pendejo."

"What does that mean?"

"Thanks motherfucker."

"Gracias pendejo."

"See? You're a natural already" Carmen compliments.

Daniela chuckles and clasps her hands together, "tell me more! What's it like outside the village? You said you come from an island, where? What's it like? I wish I could see!"

"You've never left this village?" Carmen asks. 

"Never left the castle" Daniela pauses, a shift in her body language alerts Carmen. 

Carmen shifts from one foot to the other, taking a mental note. They can't leave the castle, but why? Because of their mother? Or something else? There's got to be more to it.

"So, you dragged me here because you want to know more about the outside world?"

Daniela beams, "Bela won't tell me anything, and I read about all these places in the books here, but you've actually experienced things. Mostly I want to know, why would someone like you, wind up here? This is certainly a long way from an island paradise."

Carmen chuckles sadly, "well uh, it's kind of a long story. I don't know if we have time for it."

"Give me the short version?"

Carmen looks around, she did say she wanted to get closer to Daniela and now she's served up on a silver platter. Carmen briefly talks about her home, relating to how Daniela always has dinner with her family. She talks briefly about her culture and their belief in the Goddess, she mentions the moon pool that the Goddess used to reside in on the island and that is where one can find their true destiny; whether they were seeking a mate, or a direction for their life, the moon pool would answer their prayers. It's tradition that on a wolf's 18th birthday they go to the moon pool to reveal their path.

"You're a wolf?! Can I see?!"

Carmen's face instantly burns, "well that's the problem. I can't shift."

"Why?" Daniela asks suspiciously. 

"I think it has something to do with my ma-your mother not accepting me. At least, that's my working theory. It's been said before that when a wolf is rejected by their mate they lose their connection."

"My mother is your mate?!" She squeals.

"I'm not sure but everything is pointing to her. My wolf goes crazy, I want so badly to impress her and present myself as a worthy mate but she won't give me the time of day. I can't say for certain because everything feels fuzzy, like someone pulled a curtain over me. I haven't been able to connect with my wolf or my Goddess since I arrived here. Like you, I'm completely cut off. There's something wrong with this village."

"Most likely Mother Miranda's doing."

Daniela and Carmen look over to one of the bookshelves to see Cassandra step into the light. She swirls her sickle around then locks eyes with Carmen.

"How long have you been there?" Daniela asks.

"Long enough. She's the priestess of the village. She controls everything and everyone around here and we all say and do whatever she wants. Including Mother."

"What are you even doing here? I thought you didn't care." Daniela interrogates. 

"Because I don't, but I heard Bela cursing and looking for you so, she knows you took her toy."

"I'm not a toy" Carmen snaps. 

"Oh please, you couldn't shut up the other night about how someone like her managed to hunt a jaguar. Whatever a jaguar is."

As if summoned, the doors leading into the library slam open with Bela appearing from a cloud. She's snarling and approaches Daniela with wide steps, pointing her sickle in Daniela's direction. 

"Mother is furious! Go clean up that mess now, and I'm telling her about this!" She yells. 

"Come on Bela! Just let us have a little fun."

"This isn't supposed to be fun, she is a prisoner! You know this." 

"Oh knock it off Bela" Cassandra chimes in, "you're just as curious as we are! I read your diary, you're already taking notes on her like she's going to be our next experiment. You know as well as I do that Mother Miranda doesn't care about outsiders. Most likely she'll want us to kill her."

"Such a shame you wouldn't be able to study me" Carmen says coyly. 

Bela shoots her eyes to Carmen and is on her in a flash, she grabs Carmen by the throat and slams her down onto the ground with her hovering above. Her sickle is dangerously close to Carmen's throat, pressing in just enough for her to feel the prickle of it's blade but not enough to cut the skin yet. Bela is snarling past the point of anger, she's downright livid as her golden eyes narrow upon looking down at her. 

"What was that?" Bela growls. 

"If Cass-Lady Cassandra is right-"

"Ugh" Cassandra scoffs. 

"Then I'm probably going to be dead by the end of week. Why not learn what I know? I can tell you about my island, our culture, even my family. Consider it a final wish or something" Carmen says quickly. 

Bela pauses, the pressure on her sickle slacks as she leans upward a little to think about Carmen's words. She supposes there's no harm in studying her like a rat locked in a cage. She can't shift so she's hardly a threat. For now. 

"Don't you want to know more about our future step mother?" Daniela teases.

"She is not our future step mother!" Bela and Cassandra snap.

Chapter 9

[renisrandom]

The first frame completed of an animatic I’m starting to work on.

Dang, I made future Leo so freaking tall. 7’6”. But I just couldn’t imagine him at a “normal” tall height. Yo, imagine how tall future Raph would be, lol.

[cutejk123]

My OCs The Wonderful Witches: Wendy and Ami 💙🩷

Set in 1980s Japan

10 year old Wendy and her 6 year old little sister Ami are wonderful magical witches 🧙‍♀️

*Bluey and Bingo vibes*

[slytherin-pen]

thank you for all the love on Season of Shadows! i honestly thought i’d post my writing, and my blog would just be a digital portfolio that no one noticed. safe to say it was a lovely surprise and has given me more inspiration! these are my current WIPs that i can’t wait to share <3

Cassian x Reader: You and Cassian found yourselves in a rare argument. Despite being mates, there were certain touchy subjects where you both held differing views. Cassian usually kept his composure around you, mindful of not scaring his beloved mate. But on this occasion, emotions ran high and Cassian's usual restraint slipped away. After taking a break to clear his head, Cassian returns to find you in the midst of a panic attack. Determined to comfort you, he pulls out all the stops to show you just how cherished and secure you are in his arms.

Eris x OC!sister: The Vanserra family had a notorious reputation, but Eris was determined to change the narrative. After seizing power as High Lord and enacting long-awaited reforms, tragedy struck when his sister Sienna was kidnapped. Eris wasted no time calling upon his allies in the Inner Circle and his Day Court heir brother for help. As a High Lord, he was prepared to utilize every resource at his disposal to bring his beloved sister back home. In the process, he planned to remind everyone that Hell hath no fury like a Vanserra.

Season of Shadows (2) Azriel x OC: After careful planning by Ivy and reassurance from Azriel that he truly wants to accompany her, Ivy and Azriel make their way to the Spring Court. After a quick tour, she wanted to help with repairs and according to Azriel, he and his shadows were at her beck and call for whatever she needed. Ivy hadn't been expecting a warm welcome if what happened during her last visit was anything to go by. But neither expected they would cross paths with a certain beast or… High Lord.