#sister wife!reader

[bucknastysbabe]

Omg I love your writinggggggg. We need that religious kink with Aegon (or Aemond), we know their mother had to have accidentally given these boys some religious trauma on top of their horrible daddy and mommy issues djdkjdndmd —@thattargboy (on anon cuz it’s a sideblog)

So. I had a hard time with this one but I loved it. When it comes to religious trauma there’s so many angsty ideas that pop into my head. So def went darker than intended. Hope you like it though!!! @thattargboy

Kink Bingo - Religious Kink

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Religious trauma, everyone has mommy issues, TW: dub-con, Incest, sister!wife!reader, Aegon is a shit head because He Doesn’t Know How To Process Emotions, dry humping, clitoral orgasm👍

Father, Mother, Maiden, Warrior, Smith, Crone, and Stranger

The statues stood tall in the great Sept besides the faceless Stranger. Candles were lit, people praying to the gods quietly. Knelt down, lips mumbling and begging. You kneeled at the feet of the Mother, praying for her patience and strength.

He was behind you.

Aegon hated the Sept, avoided it at all costs much to your own Mother’s chagrin. He took after most male Targaryens, fashioned themselves closer to gods than man. High in the sky on gleaming, golden Sunfyre. You felt he would burn ten times hotter than any dragon flame in the Seven Hells.

You didn’t know why he accompanied you today. Prick preferred to waste away drunk in Flea Bottom or go take his dragon on a reckless joyride. You shook the moron out of your thoughts to pray.

Most devout Mother, grant me your kindness, wisdom, and love for all.

Save me from my wicked blood.

Save my children from abomination they had no choice.

O benevolent mother, please.

“Is this what you do all day?,” he drawled. Aegon leant on a column lazily, lidded eyes glassy. Your lips twitched but you remained placid. Turning to face your husband, and brother, you said, “No Aegon. This is one of the many things I do in a day.” Not like he cared.

Aegon yawned, “So exciting.”

Your chest tightened in anger. The hot headed dragon blood did not like being smothered like this. Aegon snorted, “They’re not real. I don’t know why you waste your time.” You couldn’t help but tighten cold hands in your dress hard as possible.

Angry tears welled up in your eyes, but you remained silent and hoped he would get the hint and leave. Nope. You heard his boots scuffle to your side, the prince falling to his knees. Your own lilac orbs met violet. He raised an amused brow, getting closer into your space. You snapped your head away with a huff.

“What do you want? I figured you’d burn up stepping foot in here.”

Aegon’s pouty lips turned down. He mumbled, “That’s what mother always said,” the blonde jerked his chin towards the statue, “I always prayed to her and received nothing.”

Exasperated, you deadpanned, “Because you defile all of her daughters. Really, why are you here?”

“Our actual mother told me to come see you. Said it might save me from my wicked blood to sit with my pious sister.”

Aegon looked more uncomfortable and downcast, eyes dropping to the floor. You eyed him coolly before remarking, “She won’t answer our prayers because we’ve committed a grave sin. Marrying blood into blood like the dragon does.” You looked up at the carved statue, face loving but cold as the stone it was made from.

Your brother laughed, “If we’re doomed why waste your time here dear sister?”

Finally you snapped at him, “I believe that maybe she will pity me for being married to my own brother, one who is a drunkard that lies with whores until he’s sick with it!”

He flinched as if struck, pale curls swishing as he turned away. Your eyes flickered down to his pallid hands, trembling at his sides. Guilt ate at you— hate begets hate. You stammered, “I- I’m sorry Aegon, please.”

His gaze flashed back at you with a newly found anger. Aegon hissed, “What makes you so high and mighty sister? Because Otto and Alicent like you so much? You’re no better than me looking down on everyone like you do.” He gripped at your wrist and yanked you forward.

Aegon’s snarling face was mere inches from you now, wine on his breath per usual. His cheeks were flushed and eyes wild. You hated how handsome your husband was. All of the Targaryens were ethereally beautiful like that— making attraction almost inevitable.

“S-stop. I said I was sorry,” you murmured.

He growled, “Apologize to the Mother then. Apologize to our mother for spurning your brother while you’re at it.” You whimpered softly, eyelashes fluttering under the pressure. Alicent was the last thing you wanted to think about when Aegon was stirring up unholy feelings. Anger, lust, you couldn’t tell.

The elder sibling wrangled you back up, tucking himself behind, knees caging your legs in. You whispered in shock, “A-Aegon? What are you doing? People will see!” His chin came to nestle on your shoulder, hands came round to clasp over your own.

“We’re only a couple praying. They wouldn’t dare approach when the white knights are about.”

His hips were flush with your ass, cock throbbing between your cheeks. You whimpered again, face reddening in embarrassment. He rutted against the giving flesh softly, purring, “C’mon and pray for your dear brother’s salvation.”

“Y-you’re ma-my husband,” you said.

“Knew you as my lovely sister first,” Aegon mused.

He rutted harder, gasping into your neck. He licked and sucked at the soft skin, you moaning before cutting the sound off. One of Aegon’s ringed hands snuck between your legs. He growled, “Pray for me now. Save me from the fires of hell.”

You felt woozy, limbs wobbly and weak. Your husband’s fingers drug against your sensitive bundle of nerves, shame and desire overtaking any rational thought. You warbled, “O Mother, please save us from sin. Forgive my brother for he knows not your forgiveness, ah!”

Aegon was panting now as he used your body for pleasure. He whimpered, “G-good, keep going, so sweet.” The blonde’s fingers slid through your slick to glide easier around your button. Your thighs trembled while you recited, “Save your child from the fires of the Seven hells, smile upon thee O Mother!”

He groaned desperately, moving faster and faster. Your own breath was a nervous staccato, quivering hands wringing together. You whined, “No more, I’ve prayed, Aegon!” His swirling digits paused while he smugly joked, “Say stop and I will.”

It only took you a shameful beat before begging, “Please, please don’t stop Aegon.”

“That’s my sweet little sister.”

You shut your eyes, unable to take the shame. The Mother’s presence loomed over the pair of you— just like Alicent’s did. But he felt so good. Your head lolled upon his shoulder while you whined and gasped. Aegon groaned, “When we’re blood of dragonlords we don’t need this nonsense mother forces upon us,” he drug his fingertips up sharply, “If you want something, take it.”

You gasped and stilled in surprise, whining high in your throat as your cunt tightened and gushed between your taut thighs. Aegon cried out into the sept, echoing as he reached his peak. You felt his cock throbbing and leaking onto your fine dress, Aegon smiling against your mottled neck.

In a fit of clarity you scrambled from the elder sibling, feeling a retch bubble up. You cursed, “You’re sick! No one will ever love you— blackened and vile creature!” Aegon blinked out of his stupor, eyes suddenly going wide.

He murmured, “You don’t mean that. Don’t say that.”

Still sprawled haphazardly on the floor you reiterated, “No one will love a wretch like you Aegon, as much as you drown it out with the drink.”

The prince’s cheeks grew wet with tears, another shaky plea leaving his lips. He watched you get up and give another scathing look before stiffly walking away with a Kingsguard. His violet eyes looked up to the Mother. He screeched at the bitch. The dried spend in Aegon’s pants now felt disgusting. He was disgusting.

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Aegon Ⅱ Targaryen x Reader Insert Fics

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None of the stories below are mine.

Some contain mature content.

Reader tends to be female.

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Someone. Anyone.

Aegon ii Targaryen x Reader

SUMMARY: Aegon has waited his entire life for someone to care.

the summer islands

Aegon Ⅱ Targaryen x fem!Reader

Summary: In a failed attempt of escaping, Aegon accidentally arrives in an unknown island where a lovely and lonely girl lives.

Safe In Your Arms

Aegon Ⅱ Targaryen x fem!Reader

Summary:  There is only one person whom the Prince can find comfort with.

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞𝐭𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬

aegon targaryen ii x fem!reader

summary: aegon seeks comfort from you

You’re Mine

Aegon Ⅱ Targaryen x Sister!Reader

Summary: On Aegon's name day, you spent time dancing with everyone. But there is someone who is always watching you.

healing sessions

Aegon Ⅱ Targaryen x sister!Reader

summary: aegon isn't dealing well with his father loss, but gladly there is someone who's gonna do her best to lift his spirit a bit

Aegon The Burnt

Aegon ii Targaryen x sister!Reader

COMFORT ME, STAY WITH ME

part 1

aegon targaryen x targaryen! reader

COMFORT ME, STAY WITH ME

part 2

helaena targaryen x targaryen! reader, aegon targaryen x targaryen! reader

the ones we love (will destroy us)

aegon x fem!targaryen!reader

You Can Do It

Aegon Ⅱ Targaryen x sister-in-law!Reader (Daughter of Rhaenyra)

Summary: The twins are born. Aemond isn't by your side, but Aegon is.

The Heavenly Ivory Touch of Your Hand 

aegon x aemond's wife!reader

Summary: The news of your husband's infidelity had driven you into Aegon's arms, your growing companionship tethering on the edge of decency.

Aegon The Burnt

Aegon ii Targaryen x sister!Reader

warnings: infidelity (reader is Aemond's wife), incest, spoilers of s2ep5

𝐔𝐆𝐋𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆

Aegon x half-sister!Reader

Summary: 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘝𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘫𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘙𝘩𝘢𝘦𝘯𝘺𝘳𝘢 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘈𝘦𝘨𝘰𝘯, 𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘙𝘩𝘢𝘦𝘯𝘺𝘳𝘢'𝘴 𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵.

Lose Control

Aegon Ⅱ x Niece!Reader

Summary: Aegon knew it would never work. But did he care? Of course not. You were one of few members of his family who didn't look at him like he was a failure. Was it love? He didn't know. But he never felt whole without you.

Survival is Victory

Aegon x niece!reader

Summary: As Rhaenyra's only daughter, you were married to Aegon to secure peace after the Dance. You soon realized that in order to insure your survival and that of your younger brothers, you would need to win the king's affection.      

The Rats 

Aegon ii Targaryen x Velaryon(Strong)!Reader 

Summary: Aegon attempts to make peace with Rhaenyra after being forced to usurp her throne. Lucerys’ death complicates things.

The Albatross 

Aegon x Velaryon(Strong)!Reader

Summary: Originally an unlikely match, you give birth to Aegon’s first child, and his entire world changes. 

Marry Me

Aegon ii Targaryen x Velaryon (Strong)!Niece!Reader

Summary : Rhaenyra’s daughter is off limits, but Aegon won’t allow her to marry anyone else.

My heart is yours, as yours is mine

Aegon x Hightower!Fem!Reader

Gevie

Aegon x betrothed!Reader

summary: you finally agree to go for a ride on sunfyre and your betrothed certainly makes it worth your while

Taste of You.

Aegon ii Targaryen x wife!Reader

Warnings - mdni, lactation kink, PRAISE, p in v sex, breeding. Aegon is so in love

I Won't Allow It

Aegon x pregnant!wife!Reader

Summary: Aegon knows the risks of childbirth and is thrilled when (Y/n) sails through labour. But when she takes a bad turn, he doesn't know how to cope. He won't live without her.

Aegon Targaryen x Wife!Reader

Summary: The days following Rooks Rest were spent by Aegon’s side and no where else.

Midway

Aegon ii Targaryen x wife!Reader 

Summary: You did not choose to be Aegon's wife, and yet you seem to be the only one choosing to be there for him during his recovery.

Reward (nsfw)

Aegon ii Targaryen x wife!Reader

Summary: riding a needy aegon and he looks at you with tears in his eyes and keeps mumbling praises against your skin

Midway

Aegon ii Targaryen x wife!Reader

Summary: You did not choose to be Aegon's wife, and yet you seem to be the only one choosing to be there for him during his recovery.

My King

Aegon ii Targaryen x wife!Reader

Take What You Need

Sub!Aegon x wife!Reader

𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐇, 𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐄.

aegon ii targaryen x wife!reader

SYNOPSIS: in the wake of his burning, aegon’s recovery is marked by rage and insecurities. he pushes you away, but it is your comforting embrace that he desires above all else.

Shield for a Heart

King Aegon x wife reader

Summary: As your husband Aegon ascends the throne, you can no longer bear his indifference and beseech him to consummate your fruitless union. His self-loathing makes the freshly crowned king crumble in your arms.

Midway

Aegon ii Targaryen x wife!Reader

Summary: You did not choose to be Aegon's wife, and yet you seem to be the only one choosing to be there for him during his recovery.

the lovers

aegon ii targaryen x tyrell!wife!reader

Summary: aegon had never known the tender touch of love, from the cradle as a babe, he was cursed to be unlovable. his mother held no love for him, only the safety he provided her. his father never spared him a glance, to sickness struck to see past his golden daughter. his siblings were indifferent to him, never really having the want to dig past his drunkard front. but then came her... aegon never understood why she loved him, what she saw in him that others could not, what he could not see in himself. but thank the gods above, there was nothing he wouldn't do to keep her devotion, because the unlovable had finally found someone who loved him; and who he loved in turn.

In Her Embrace

Aegon x Velaryon!niece!Reader

Summary - Aegon can only seem to find consolation and loyalty in his wife, who fiercely defends him against the world's cruelty. He clings to her like a lifeline, craving the affection and comfort she uniquely provides, both through her words and through her body.

Appetite

Chubby!Aegon ii Targaryen x fem!Wife!Reader

Pretty Boy

Aegon Targaryen x wife!Reader

From hate to love… or something like that 

Aegon II Targaryen x fem! reader

Soft NSFW sub!aegon

Aegon Targaryen x Reader Masterlist

[hazbinhotelxreader]

Heya I saw your GN Child headcannons and I pose this to you:

Reader is the youngest child of carmilla, adopted and wears a cute little horn headband to look like their sisters. I'd love fluff with not only Carmilla but Odette and Clara too!

-Monke Anon 🐒

A/n: yes! This gives me really big Star vibes from SVTFOE lol!

Pairings: Carmilla, Odette, and Clara with a reader that wears horn headbands

-platonic

~Carmilla~

-She finds it adorable. She loves having you wear those little headbands, you just too cute in them!

-She also doesn’t have any horns, her hair is just put up like that, so you two have something in common or similar to each other, you both wear or put something to act like you have horns.

-She probably bought you a small pair when you were younger at some cheap store since you wanted it, but after seeing how often you’d wear them, she started to buy you better ones, more sturdy and longer lasting, and in any color you want.

-She does always remind you that you look gorgeous even without your horn headbands, and that it didn’t matter how you looked, you’re always part of the family.

~Clara~

-She finds it adorable too. She loves the fact you’re trying to copy her and look like her.

-She seems like the type of person to help you decorate or help you with the horns, and even make personal horn headbands for you that look like her actual horns.

-She definitely starts a small competition between her and her sister of which horns you like the best, she’s always trying to beat her sister and makes you as much headbands as she can that looks like her horns.

-By the looks of it she’s a teenager. So she’s definitely got some other teen friends, and if their over at her house (which is rare since I doubt Carmilla would let other teens over), and if they make fun of you for your headband and tell you to “grow up”, then she’ll talk them Off and kick them out, and then comfort you afterwords

~Odette~

-She thinks they’re cute, but probably won’t express it often. She seems like the type of person who’s more closed off and serious?

-Though either way she definitely loved having you trying to copy her, she thinks that she’s a great role model for you, and having you want to look like her too? It’s felt great

-She definitely joins in the small competition with her sister, replacing the headbands she makes for you with hers, she just thinks her horns look better on you.

-She’ll comfort you too if anyone has done you wrong by saying your a baby for still wearing headbands, she’ll speak to her mother about after too, she wants this problem resolved not make it worse.

A/n: I hope this is okay! I don’t know much about the daughters and I’ll have to more research! Sorry this request took a while too!

[shelbgrey]

A not so White Wedding(Scott Summers)

Paring: Scott Summers x Mutant!Reader

Summary: ✨Wedding bells✨ it's time to get married to Scott summers... Well maybe

Prompt: 2.3) “I've been busy marrying you, I haven't had time to piss anyone off!”

A/n: this was a unanimous request that got lost during my editing process. I'm sorry I don't have your original ask and I hope you see this.

MasterList

Storm wanted to plan the wedding and she went all out and wanted everything to be perfect even if me and Scott just wanted a small wedding. The rest of team was in the back yard of the mansion putting chairs up and setting things up for the wedding.

“Woah” I tumbled at bit as I tried to walk and break in the heals Storm got, I hated them and never wore heals in my life. storm grabed my hand before I could fall on my ass on the back porch “you just have to break them in” Storm said to sweetly.

“Stormy, your not even gonna see my feet just let me wear Converse”

Storm playfully rolled her eyes as I wrapped my arms around her to keep my balance, I kicked the heals off and looked at Storm. “Okay... As long as they are new ones and not those blue ones you wear all the time... Honestly I don't know how they are still in one piece” Storm said playfully.

“The heels were a little much” I nodded Playfully to Storm.

“Nothing it's too much” Storm told me and looked at all the X-men that offered to set up from the wedding “the wedding is gonna be perfect” Storm said.

I took a deep breath, feeling both excited and nervous. “I just can't believe I'm actually getting married this weekend”

“and I can't be more happier for you both” Storm smiled then tunred to the yard where the rest of the team was “And we promise to make sure this weekend goes as smoothly as possible for the both of you”

“Yeah...” I sighed and crossed my arms nervously “we need to make sure nothing or no one ruins this wedding, we've been on high alert since our last mission against Magneto”

Storm placed her hands on my shoulders and looked me on the eyes. “nothing is gonna happen... Not on my watch”

I smiled and pulled her into a tight hug. “thanks Storm, I love ya”

She pulled away with a bright smile. “Now... Get in the house and get plenty of rest” I rolled my eyes playfully and nodded as I picked up the painful heals off the porch. Storm took them out of my hands then turned around to check on the set up. She sighed In frustration. “Logan! Not there put it on the other side of the aisle!” she yelled, marching off the steps of the porch.

“stop yelling at me woman!” Loagn barked as he set a white bench down. I smiled and just shook my head before heading back inside of the mansion.

~~~~~~~~(.......)~~~~~~~~

Scott's lips pressed against mine softly and gently pushed me down on to our bed. I sighed softly as his lips traveled down my neck. I let out a small moan as my fingers carded through his hair “you know it's bad luck to see the bride before the wedding” I joked softly.

Scott chuckled softly against my neck “I'm not a superstitious man...and I just couldn't resist” he whispered and lifted his head to connect our lips for a soft kiss. I giggled softly against his lips as my hands traveled to his waist, pulling him closer to to me.

“I'm not waiting till the wedding to touch or kiss you” Scott mumbled against my lips, pulling my body close to his. The small moment we shared only heightened the excitement I felt for our future. Scott's left mine then smiled as he leaned up and kissed my forehead. I let out a satisfed sigh as Scott kissed down my neck to my collarbone.

Our lips met for another passionate kiss and just as his tounge brushed against mine there was a knock on the door. Scott lifted his head and opened his eyes sharply. He groaned softly. “Damn it.”

I rolled my eyes at our interruption. Scott sighed and kissed my lips softly once more and pulled away, fixing his clothes. He went over to the door and peeked through the door, waiting to see who the unwanted guest was.

I sat up in the bed and peeked through the crack Scott made between the frame and the door. Storm was at the door with her folder of all the wedding stuff. She put her hand on her hip, staring Scott down. “what are you doing? Your not supposed to see y/n until the wedding, it's bad luck!” she said sternly but also playfully.

Scott rolled his eyes at the old superstition, but he still wanted to play along with Storm “it's my room too!”

“I don't care, the last thing you guys need is bad luck” Strom rolled her eyes and gave Scott a stren look. “and you better have picked up that Tux today”

“Yes.. I did” Scott playfully stuck his tongue out at Storm. He gave a goofy grin and closed the door. Scott went back to the bed “So...want to try again?”

I smirked and pulled Scott back on top of me so we could pick up where we left off. Scott leaned, pressing himself into my body, kissing me deeply while his hands fell to my waist. As our lips moved in a rushed pace, Scott's arms moved from my waist and started moving upwards slowly, moving his way up to my chest. As his hands and began caressing my breasts there was yet another knock on the door.

My eyes locked with Scott's and we both let out a frustrated growl. He pecked me on the lips then rolled off of me. “God damn it Storm” he mumbled under his breath.

Still thinking it was storm, Scott ripped it open. It wasn't storm, it was Professor Xavier. Scott's eyes widened and his jaw dropped open to see Professor Xavier standing at the door. He tried to pull himself together as he looked at him. “good evening professor”

I sat up in our bed and quickly fixed my clothes. “Where's y/n?” I heared Xavier ask sternly.

Scott hesitated for a moment but didn't say anything. He looked straight into Professor Xavier's eyes then closed the door “what did you do?” Scott asked, turning towrds me.

“nothing, I've been busy marrying you, I haven't had time to piss anyone off”

Scott chuckled at the sarcasm. “well.. apparently you have now. The professor wants to see you”

I groaned and got out bed. I fixed my clothes one last time before opening the door. “yes Professor?” I asked sweetly and pretend like me and Scott weren't just playing a game of tonsil-hockey.

Professor Xavier eyed me and Scott both. “I need to discuss somethings with the both of you”

“is everything okay?” I asked softly then glanced at Scott.

Professor Xavier shifted in his wheelchair and sighed. “it's a private matter which is why I have called both of you here. It's quite a sensitive topic”

Me and Scott shared concerned looks before following Xavier to his office. Professor Xavier motioned for both of you to sit down infront of his desk as Scott closed the door. Xavier took a deep breath and started to speak. “I would like to inform you two that the Brotherhood have made another move in the city”

Scott walked over and sat in the chair next to mine. I sighed and rubbed my forehead in frustration. “how close to home are they?”

Xavier took a deep breath and looked at the two of us with a serious stare. “very close. If I were to guess...they are somewhere within a mile radius of the Institute”

“And the wedding is in two days” Scott grumbled under his breath and pushed his glasses back before they could slide of his nose.

Xavier was silent for a moment then hesitated before he spoke. “unfortunately, there has been a decision made regarding the wedding...”

“We're not putting it on hold! We've done it once already” Scott said before Xavier or I could even say anything. He knew it wasn't fair to either one of us.

Xavier nodded his head in admiration but he had an all business tone in his voice. “I understand that, but the Brotherhood is a serious threat to not only the city, but also the X-Men. We do not know what they'll do next. Unfortunately, the decision was made that our best option is to temporarily put the wedding on hold”

Professor Xavier's voice had a regretful tone but he had a strict look in his eyes. I sighed and looked down, I tired not to cry in both disappointment and frustration.

Scott immediately shot up from his seat and stormed out of Xavier's office. I gave Xavier a soft expression. “I'll talk to him”

“Scott!” I sighed, catching up with him in the hallway and grabed his hand to stop him. “Scotty...” I said softly.

Scott was hot with frustration but as he tunred to me his expression softened. “it's not fair to us! The Brotherhood are always a threat but I thought the wedding could be one day that they'd just leave us alone! I was wrong. It's always something. I just wanted one day where everything went right!”

I stepped closer to him with a soft expression and placed my hands on his cheeks, trying to calm him down. “I'm angry too, but there's nothing we can do” I said solemnly.

Scott sighed and his angry expression softened. “I'm just frustrated...I wanted this day to be perfect. He should know...he should know that after all this time, all this hard work...all this bullshit...I just wanted one thing to go right!”

My thumb stroked his cheek softly as I gave him a soft look “it's important to me too... So important, but why do I feel so selfish to even think about gooing on with the wedding even though the BrotherHood is running around?”

Scott pulled me close to his chest. There was a certain softness to him now that he had been filled with frustration previously. His hands traveled down my back, rubbing it gently as he spoke. “it's because you're the most selfless person I know. And you know what? That's what I love about you...and that's why I want this day to be for both of us”

I pressed my forehead to his and nuzzled my nose against his. “I think I'm tired of being so selfless” I sighed softly in frustration.

Scott wrapped his arms around my waist, holding me close to his chest. “I know, I know...but we have to be, sweetie. This is bigger than us, no matter how we try to convince ourselves. It's okay if it's pushed back”

I sighed, hugging him back. I didn't try to speak, still trying to process everything. Scott sighed and brushed some lose strainds of hair out of my face. “Just you being by my side is enough for me...”

“That's bullshit if you ask me” Storm said suddenly, opening her dorm room. Me and Scott both jumped. “how long have you been listening?” Scott asked.

“Hard not too when you guys are squabbling outside my dorm room” Storm said. During that moment I forgot the mansion was full of X-men in their dorm rooms.

Me and Scott stayed silent, refusing to meet Storm's gaze. Storm broke the silence and spoke up again. “You guys aren't seriously considering puting off your wedding again?” Storm asked frustrated and suprised.

Scott looked at Storm with a stern look and was silent for a moment...that's when he finally spoke and his voice was low. “what are we supposed to do?”

“get out of here!” Storm said like it was the most obvious thing. “go to the corthouse in the next town over and elope, go to Vegas and get married at one of those Elvis churches, I don't care just leave for the weekend and get married”

This surprised us both. Scott paused for a moment to think. “how would we convince the others to allow us to get married in private? They'd kill us for trying to exclude everyone from the wedding” I said softly.

Storm rolled her eyes. “The X-men will understand and when every thing settles down we'll give you a real wedding”

Scott thought for a moment and looked at me then back to Storm. “So you're suggesting we runaway for the weekend and get married?”

“Elope?” I added, looking at Storm.

“People do it all the time” Storm shrugged then sighed. “Even though we put a lot of work into the wedding and the thought of you guys eloping at an Elvis Church annoys me... You guys deserve to actually get married, so yes leave for the weekend and get married”

I couldn't help but laugh at the idea of me and Scott eloping in Vegas at an Elvis Church. As much as it sounded funny, I liked the idea. Scott turned to me and smiled. “what do you think, Baby?”

“Yeah, we waited long enough... Let's get married” I then tunred back to Storm. “what about Xavier and the others?”

“I'll deal with that old geezer” Storm said in a playful way. “and if the brotherhood shows up we'll be fine”

I nodded, agreeing. Scott smiled happily. He hugged me and kissed my forehead gently. “we'll leave first thing in the morning”

Storm smiled and clapped her hands together. “have fun!” she then left us alone.

--------(the next day)--------

“they did what?!” Xavier sighed after the news was broken y/n and Scott had left early that morning for vegas.

[fl3shm4id3n]

ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ɪꜱ ᴄʀᴜᴇʟ

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐧𝐞𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐰 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞, 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐄𝐱𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝.

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ᴀᴇᴍᴏɴᴅ ᴛᴀʀɢᴀʀʏᴇɴ x ꜱɪꜱᴛᴇʀ-ᴡɪꜰᴇ!, ʜᴇʟᴀᴇɴᴀ ᴛᴀʀɢᴀʀʏᴇɴ x ꜱɪꜱᴛᴇʀ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ (ᴘʟᴀᴛᴏɴɪᴄ)

Tw: SEASON 2 POILERS!! Targ!cest, death of a child, reader is sobber for once, mentions of infidelities, brothels, poor Helaena, comfort from reader, Alicent being a horrible mother, reader and Alicent slap each other, funeral scene, mentions of nudity (if you know, you know), angst with a bit of comfort towards the end.

A/N: Ima start writing again, but before I wanted to write a HOTD fic before going back to writing for the Human Ape Series. Hope ya'll like it.

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Ever since Aemond had killed Lucerys Velaryon things had changed. You and him had become distant. You barely talked or even looked each other in the eye. He began going to the brothels and warming the bed of the woman who had 'made him a man'. You hated it. Since then, you've drink day and night, always drunk. Not wanting to be aware of anything. You envied Helaena at times. Wishing your have that innocent oblivion that she was on twenty four seven. You thought life was good, but no. Ever since your sister declared war, everything was no longer the same.

That night, you had sneaked out as many times as you did. Went to the tavern and got drunk off your ass. Till the point of passing out. Hours later, you went back to the castle. Tired, and a growing headache. When you got to your chamber, you saw that it was empty. Aemond must have gone to that wrinkly old whore. You stumbled over and landed on the bed. As soon as you closed your eyes, you fell asleep.

You didn't know how long you've been asleep. You were startled awake by the door being opened. You groaned, sitting up to see who it was. You thought it was your mother, but you saw that it was Helaena. With your niece in her arms. She seemed panicked and confused. You quickly went over and in a corner, holding her child close to her. "Helaena? What's wrong?" You asked, sitting up still trying to wake up. "They killed the boy.." She said, calmly. But you could hear the panic in her voice. You were confused. Not sure on what to do. Despite that, you got up and walked towards her. Getting on your knees, seen the tears threatening to spill from her eyes and the look of her horror in them.

As much as Helaena wasn't a fan of being touched, you couldn't help but wrap your arms around her and your niece. Hugging them close to you. You could feel her panicked breathing against you, as you hugged her. You softly held her and stroked her hair as form of comfort. "It's okay, It'll be okay." You tried to comfort both her and her niece.

The next day, you found out what happened. The rat catcher and his partner had killed her son. Right in front of her. You learned from Helaena that she was the one who told them who the boy was. It must have been horrible for her, specially for her. Everyone believed that Rhaenyra was responsible. They believed that she must have sent someone to kill a child. It made no sense to you. You doubted it was her who'd ask for such horrible act to be done to a child. Specially since she's lost not one but two of her children.

That morning, you had not touched a goblet of wine at all. Just smelling made you sick to your stomach for some odd reason. You resorted into just drinking water that whole time. You were conflicted, not sure on what to say or do. Helaena was devastated and so was your brother Aegon. When Aemond heard of the news, he left. Most likely back to the brothel. To search for his comfort.

You went to check on Helaena, to see how she was doing. When you got close to her room, you couldn't help but hear what Alicent was telling Helaena. "Heleana, what you saw last night when you came into my room-" Alicent was cut off by Helaena who shoved something into her arms. 'This is for my boy." She said, turning away from her and walking away. You stepped, locking eyes with Alicent. You could see the guilt in her eyes. She wasn't trying to comfort her daughter, she was trying to explain to her of something she saw in her room.

You then snatched the bundle of fabrics from Alicent in an aggressive manner. "Get out." You hissed at Alicent, before she could protest you shouted at her. "Out!" You shouted, making Helaena cover hear ears in discomfort. Finally, Alicent had left. Leaving you and your sister alone in her room. "Sorry for yelling." You apologized to her, walking up to her. As she picked up the small toys that belonged to her son in her hands. You couldn't help but look at the bundle of green in your hands. Seen that it was a blanket She had made for her son. It was beautiful.

When you got closer, you didn't know what to say or do. You noticed her Helaena's head was filled with many thoughts. Many stressful thoughts and had no idea what to say or do. You wrapped your arm around her waist and pulled her into a hug. "I'm sorry.." You whispered to her. She then turned to face and hugged you tightly. This was something that surprised you. Helaena was not a fan of hugging or being touched, until now. You didn't hesitate in hugging her back. Softly stroking her back, you could feel how her tears began to pour into your shoulder.

She'd began to cry hard against your shoulder. All you did was hold her and allow her to cry onto you hard. Your poor sister, the one who never anything wrong, was the one to pay for your husband's doing.

After a while, you had left Helaena with one of the maid, to make surer she didn't do anything to harm herself in any way. You went to find your mother, who was in her chambers with Sir Criston Cole. When you stepped in, you noticed how he stood up straight as your mother remained seated on her bed, in tears. "Leave us." You told him, he looked at Alicent, which gave him the nod to leave.

Now it was just you and the woman you called mother. "So what happened." You asked her. "Your nephew-" She tried to explain, but you cut her off. "I already know that, what I am asking is. What happened in your room that Helaena wasn't suppose to see?" You asked her again. Alicent had a look of guilt on her face. The same one she had when she was talking to your sister. "It was... It was nothing." She said, making you grow even more suspecious.

"Nothing happened. Yet, instead of consoling your daughter who had witnessed her son getting killed. You were trying to tell her something that happened in your room." You said, making Alicent even more nervous. It got quiet, but you added another sentence. "You know, what I find odd?" You asked, making Alicent look at you. "How there was no guards in the halls, not even Sir Criston Cole was in the halls, guarding like he is suppose to." You said. The guilt was eating Alicent up, you knew you had struck something inside her.

"So, what's that 'nothing' that happened?" you asked her again, you had gone close to her, face to face. You looked down at her, seen her look of horror in her eyes. "Me and Sir Criston.. were. Doing things." She choked up. "Things? What kind of things? Where they that important that you had to do at night?" You asked, clearly pressuring her into telling you more. "We were fucking!" she finally said, almost in fear. All you did was nodded and backed away from her. "You and your sworn sword, were fucking. While your grandson was getting-" Before you could finish, you were cut off.

"Stop it!" She demanded, getting up from her bed and getting close to you. "You don't get to say anything or judge me, while you sneak out into the night and get drunk!" She hissed, making you laugh. "Well, I'm not the one hiding any secrets. Everyone knows that I'm a fucking drunk. Unlike you, I don't have anything you fucking hide." You hissed at her. "Unlike you. Who wants to keep an image and show everyone how perfect you are. You're nothing but a whore, a horrible mother!" You accused, then you felt a sting on your cheek. Alicent had hit right on the cheek. You touched your now red cheek and looked at her. She was breathing heavily, shocked that she had put her hands on you.

Without hesitation, you slapped her right back. You watched as she stumbled back. Giving you a look of shock, as she held her cheek trying to sooth the pain on her cheek. "You really are the worst." You simply said, then you stomped out of her room.

Later that day, things only got worse. Alicent insisted in Helaena and Aegon's son to be dragged down a cart in the city, with you her and poor Helaena. Even though the grieving mother had insisted that she didn't want the citizens close to her. She didn't know them, she didn't care about keeping an image. She only wanted to be alone and grieve in her own way. But no, like always. It had to go Alicent's way.

You wore an all black dress, with a small crown on your head, which had a thin black veil that covered your whole head and face. You sat on Helaena's right and Alicent on her left. While she sat in the middle. The sky was covered with grey clouds, as if. The gods knew about the death of your nephew. The streets and building were crowded with the citizens. They felt for the queen's pain, they chanted their condolences and threw seeds towards the three of you and onto Jaehaerys's body.

Everything felt overwhelming. All eyes were on you three, specially on Helaena. It made her uneasy, you could feel her shifting on her seat. You reached down to hold her hand, as a way to ease her nerves a bit, but that didn't help. She attempted to get up, but she was stopped by Alicent, only making her even more anxious. Helaena's breathing quickened and her movements became more frantic. It didn't help that the wagon which held Jaehaerys seemed to have got stuck. The guards attempted to move the cart, but it was too difficult. The pushing and shaking caused Jaehaerys to move violently. That was what did it for Helaena. She needed and wanted to get out of there.

You quickly got up from the wagon and took Helaena's hand, without hesitation she followed you. Alicent was right behind us, trying to get us to stop by trying to grab Helaena, but she couldn't since you and her were both running away from all that chaos happening in the street.

Finally, you and your sister had got to the castle, you both slightly calmer, but you could still see Helaena's panicked state. you continued to hold her hand, as you walked up the stairs. As you walked up the steps, you saw Aegon, coming out of hall with a few men behind him. You, him and you sister locked eyes with each other. But didn't say a word, Aegon went on his way. So did you and Helaena, quickly, you both walked back up the stairs, into Helaena's room.

That night, you were finally in your private chambers. You were with Helaena all evening until she fell asleep. You wanted stay with her, but you also gave her space. You were still wearing the black dress and the small crown on your head. You sat in your bed, trying to process what happened today. It was complete chaos, specially for your poor sister. Who had suffered enough, yet, your mother still pushed for your sister to make a public appearance. Despite he protest.

You reached up and took off the crown from your head, placing it on the bed. You had no idea what to do, or say. A lot had happened the last few weeks. If only you could do something, but what could you do? Nothing, you couldn't do anything. You felt helpless, if only youo haven't left that night, maybe things would have been different. Maybe Jaehaerys would be alive or the men responsible would serve justice.

While you remained in your train of thought, you heard your door open. Having you snap back into reality. You turned to see who it was. Your husband, except. He was naked, the only thing that covered him was a black cloak. Without warning, he had the rob fall down and pull at his feet, revealing himself to you. You didn't say anything, you simply stared then looked away. "So, you remembered you had a home?" You asked, while looking at the fire burning in the fire place. You felt him sitting behind you on the bed, you could feel his body heat near you.

"I'm surprised to see you here. You must have also remembered you had a home too." He said, implying about you'd spent endless nights back at the tavern. It made you roll your eyes but it was true. It was silent for a whole minute, silence felt like an eternity. Until Aemond finally broke the silence. "I'm sorry." He simply said, it sounded genuine. This had been the first time, in a few weeks that you had spoken to him. You as much as you wanted to be mad at him for being gone and being in the arms of his abuser, you couldn't. You understood why he'd had gone to find comfort in her arms and not yours. It was part of his trauma.

Just like you, you'd find comfort in drinking until you dropped, Aegon would find his comfort in sex and drinking. As for Helaena. She found her comfort in the many bugs that she'd collect and keep. Daeron? You wouldn't know, it's been years since you've seen him. He must have his own form comfort. You were all damaged, ever since you were kids.

You turned and looked at Aemond. Seen that he did not have his eyepatch on like he usually did. You both just stared at each other for a moment. Until you finally spoke. "I forgive you." You responded, while you and him still kept your gazes looked. It gone silent again, then you watched as Aemond leaned close to you, wrapping his strong arms around your waist, pulling you into a hug. You then wrapped your arms around his naked waist, also hugging him close to you. It felt like a decade being this close to him. It felt nice, having him back, even if it was for a little while.

[bengals-barnesbabe]

Tender-headed

Tee Higgins x Black!WifeReader

Word Count: 670

Things Are Changing | Main Masterlist

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"Tee I swear to god if you move again."

It's the night before the first Bengals game of the season and you're helping your husband get ready to start the season off right. Which includes doing his and Ja'Marr's hair, usually you'd have already done it, but they like doing things last minute just because they can.

"Man, it's really not that bad." Ja'Marr smirks as he watches his fellow receiver squirm.

"You trippin, baby you are grippin my damn brain right now." You roll your eyes at Tee's antics.

"Tamaurice stop acting like a baby. Did you or did you not pick 'Pop Smoke braids?"

"I thought it was gon' be fast, I aint think you'd be putting your whole self on my head. Ow shit-" He winces as you start another plait.

"You know, I've had children sit better than you." He turns his head with a deadpan look on his face. Ja'Marr, from the kitchen, immediately busted out laughing.

"You too, Uno! And why are you eating my chicken?"

"Cuz' you my sister and I'm hungry." You shake your head and go back to Tee's hair, which would be done if he would just sit still. But instead of letting you finish he lifts himself off the floor and joins your younger brother.

"I need a break."

"I want a divorce." You slump back on the couch, brushing the loose hair off your pajama pants.

"What was that?" Your husband calls out.

"Oh nothing, just me regretting following my idiot brother to Ohio." Ja'Marr snorts.

"You should be thanking me. I got you better clients and even though I told you stay away from my teammates, you found a husband."

You give him a stank face even if he may have a point.

Tee comes back to the couch with a plate so full you'd think he hadn't eaten dinner an hour ago. "Didn't get your fill earlier?"

"Nah, but half of it is yours." He says handing you a fork.

"Baby I'm good, I ate with y'all remember?" You chuckle while low-key eyeing the homemade potato salad.

He rolls his eyes before 'force' feeding you. "You forget that I know you, that shit was cute on our first date, but you my woman now." You close your eyes as the flavors marry together in your mouth.

"Mhm exactly." He leans and pecks your lips.

"That's my cue. Goodnight ya nasty lovebirds." Ja'Marr announces. The front door slams shut a few seconds later.

"I thought he'd never leave." You chuckle.

"Thank god he did, cause now I can do this." He cups your chin and pulls you in for a much deeper sensual kiss. You immediately melt against his plush lips and allow him full access past your lips. The remnants of his cologne fill your senses and ignite a fire in your chest. You clutch his shirt closing the inches of space between you as his tongue relearns the grooves of your mouth.

"Baby." You attempt mutter, but it's swallowed by your lover.

He finally pulls away with a deep rumble in his chest, "yea?" He asks with lidded eyes.

"We need to finish your hair." You say taking your swollen lips between your teeth. He swipes his tongue over his bottom lip.

"Yea." Neither of you move, too engrossed in each other's gaze. His eyes flicker back down to your lips and a smile grows on his face.

You break away from your trance as his hand strokes your thigh. "I mean it." Slapping away his hand, but he just grips it harder.

"Tee..."

A deep grumble is released into the air. "Why you wanna get rid of me so bad?"

"I don't, but the faster we get done the sooner we can move to the bedroom." A look of mischief flashes in his eyes that has him planting himself back on the carpet.

"Aight, let's go and skip the mousse." A light giggle leaves your lips.

"I'll see what I can do."

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a/n: not 'Legacy' but I could not stop thinking about this idea so I had to write it. but now I'll be able to focus on 'legacy' lol

[thattargboy]

Imagine…

Being Aegon’s sister-wife and he tries to get you and your children to run away with him across the Narrow Sea to avoid being crowned King.

“You need to get up,” You awoke to your husband frantic, and presumably drunk, shaking your shoulder. You shrugged him off and rolled over but it did not sway him.

“Darling, get up,” Aegon said frantically. “We have to go.”

“My love,” you said as you sat up, yawning and wiping the sleep dust from your eyes. “‘Tis the hour of the owl, let me sleep. What could be so important?”

“Our father is dead,” Aegon said solemnly, his words like ice water over you. “Mother and Grandsire mean to name me king. I already have our dragons prepared for flight.”

Your eyes shot open. Whatever state you expected to see your husband in, fully dressed, somewhat sober and dry-eyed, holding your babe with a panicked wet nurse and your two sleepy toddlers on his tail was certainly not it.

“Seven Hells,” you said and rose from bed, running both your hands down your face. You always knew this day would come, and yet even as your father’s health deteriorated, you did not expect it so soon. Perhaps you were blinding yourself, not wanting to face what will, what is, coming after. “How do you even know? I’ve heard nothing of this.”

“When I was… in the city, I had heard Mother’s handmaiden talking with someone; she said Father supposedly named me his heir on his deathbed. With only Mother as a witness. I do not want to stay.” Uprooting our lives over gossip he heard while he was out whoring?

“Are we going somewhere?” Aemon, your eldest, asked. His sister sniffled but he held her hand. You did not know what to say. This was all too much to process. “Is Grandsire dead?”

Your children held no love for their inattentive grandsire, nor did you for your father, but the information clearly distressed all of them. Or perhaps it was their father’s clear panic that was scaring them. Aegon held your little Daerion on his hip, who clearly did not want to be awake, and looked like he was on the verge of wailing.

Aemon and Elaena stood behind him with the nursemaid. The twins were still in their sleep-clothes and held the toy dragons they cannot sleep without. The very picture of innocence and confusion.

You took Daerion from his father’s arms and cradled the small boy. Aegon took your hand, eyes pleading.

“What is it you mean to do?” You asked, trying to keep your voice down. “Take off on Sunfyre and Moonborne to find Saera Targaryen and live in her pillow house for the rest of our days?”

“That sounds lovely to me,” he said.

“Be serious, Aegon!” You chided as you bounced your son. “We cannot run away from our duty, from our family.”

“I am serious, we cannot stay. Being King is the last thing I want, I will hardly be good at it,” Aegon said, taking your face in his hands and pressing his forehead against yours. “My duty is to protect you and our children, and leaving will do that, you know what crowning me will cause. The wet nurse may go wherever she wishes after Daerion is weaned.”

He was serious, that was the bad part. And he was right, which was even worse— whether or not your father truly did name Aegon heir mattered little. Any attempt to put Aegon on the throne will be seen by your half-sister and her supporters as an act of war, putting you and your children in danger.

“We must act swiftly, just say the word.” Aegon kissed you, once, twice, tears finally filling his eyes. “Please, Y/N. Do this for me, out of the love you have for me as a wife, as a twin.”

Most husbands would demand this of you, tearing you and your children from all you have ever known, yours is begging. You kissed your son’s forehead and contemplated, unsure of your next move. Unsure of the future and safety of your family, scared and confused.

Notes: I gave you and Aegon the same amount of children as Aegon and Helaena (twin son and daughter and a younger son) but I didn’t want them to be the same so I changed the names. All their children are named in honor of their siblings. Please tell me what you think, comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated!

Ao3 repost if you want to read it there instead

[haztory]

[Rain, for good luck.]

⤷ johnny "soap" mactavish x f!reader; wedding fluff (w.c 1.5k)

a.n: i cannot stop thinking about a wedding with johnny. here you go

It’s a simple affair, probably at your own insistence, probably in theme considering the equally simple proposal. A presentation of a ring on an early Tuesday morning in your kitchen, your hair messy, sleep still on your breath as you brew two cups of coffee for you and him. He’s on his knee, then. Smiling wide in his sleep shorts, more sure of this than he could have ever been sure of anything. 

The notice of marriage is sent to the registrar that week, a date for your elopement picked for six months later. 

You’re able to squeeze a booking for a country estate beside a lake and it's perfect. Only immediate family and a few of your closest friends are in attendance, the same for Johnny. Your friends bunking in rooms together with his friends, your families closer than they have ever been before, laughter filling the estate as they all come to celebrate the weekend of your wedding. The smile never ceases from Johnny’s face and despite the chaos that comes with the whirlwind decision to get married (and the endless teasing accusations of a hidden pregnancy, of which you vehemently deny and he seems to smugly not deny), Johnny has never looked more content. 

The day of is an exciting blur, beautiful nonetheless. Cloudy, but the sun beams brightly behind them as a slow breeze sways through the estate. You awake in your bridal suite alone until you’re quickly joined by the number of women who flit and bounce through your room in elation. Your bridal party fusses over your makeup, adjusting pieces of your hair lightly to fit the style you want, crying tears of joy all the while. Your dress lays elegantly pressed in its protective sleeve on the neatly made bed, your shoes sitting beside it. 

It’s a snapshot of a moment, delight tangible and permeating. It breathes through the room, light and airy, the anticipation of it—of marrying him— an addictive high that you inhale with deep breaths and hold steady within the locket of your heart. Your dress sits, almost beckoning you into its awaiting caress; Into the future that waits for you in the love and embrace of the man who could hardly delay until dawn broke before asking you to be his forever. You reach for it, letting the long awaited hold consume you—it’s a sweet and dreamy becoming. The softness of the built love enveloping you in the tendrils of its blossoming, and your mother remarks with a teary smile that you are glowing.

You’re walking down the aisle an hour later. Johnny stands at the end, dressed in the ceremonial regimental uniform, and the smile—the same smile that’s been plastered on his face the whole weekend since you arrived at the estate, the same smile that greets you every morning and night—falters in place when his eyes land on yours. It turns watery, and the breath that he takes upon seeing you is heavy. He’s quick to wipe his eyes with his thumb, but you see it even from the distance. 

You’re married soon thereafter. Pledges exchanged, vows uttered sacredly to one another as only those who matter look on you. Even then, it feels like it’s just you two; You and Johnny standing beside the lake as nature sings her blessing into the union, and grants permission for man to kiss his bride. And you’ve kissed Johnny before, many times before, and yet, this one is different. It stills earth and life to this moment; all that could be transforming holy within the second, transcending beyond this plane of existence and into the next. A formidable, stilling, precious moment. 

You become his, he becomes yours. Forever. 

Even when a light drizzle of rain falls upon you in the seal of the kiss, the sky turning a darkening gray in a split second, nothing tramples the becoming. As rain falls harder and your guests run back into the stone house with screeches of shock and surprise on their tongues, you and Johnny fall into a suspended laugh. 

“We should go with them.” You tell your husband—husband— as your veil sticks to you like second skin now from the wet and the point in your heels begins to sink into the mud of the grass. 

“Let’s stay out here.” He tells you, one arm wrapping around your waist and pulling you closer to him, the other hand cupping the side of your face. Droplets drip down his nose in the downpour, but the grin grows even wider as he leans forward for another kiss, “I wan’ tae enjoy my wife.”

Shared kisses turn feverish in a slow burn, Johnny pulling more and more from the depths of you as his hold tightens and you both stand alone to bask in the luck of your joy. Eternity could be spent out here, and you suppose maybe that’s what marriage is all about. Only when you are called inside by your respective families—”Get oot o’ the rain, ye eejit lovebirds!” His sister had yelled— do you return to the realm of mortals, of simple reality. 

Singing, and dancing, and speeches, drinks spilled and stomachs clenching in on themselves as full bellied laughter turns to painful wheezing. Johnny’s sisters crowd around you, blubbering at how grateful that their bawbag of a brother caught someone like ye, your parents charmed evermore as Johnny sits beside them and talks their ears off about the the history of this particular part of the country, and you catch from the corner of your eye two shared friends of yours finally making their move on one another. Caught in the wistfulness of romance, they lean close to one another and you make a mental note to tell Johnny that he now owes you ten foot massages.

The reception is the gateway to the rest of your life—and it's wonderful.

The party goes well into the night and when you return to your bridal suite, Johnny is in tow. Your heels are held in his hand and his suit jacket is draped over your shoulders. Giggles peter out into tired sighs and he flops onto your bed with little reservation when you open the door. 

“We should consummate.” He mutters to the ceiling, eyes closed as you unlace his dress shoes and tug them off. He heaves a great breath of relief when they’re off of his feet, “Lemme make a real woman out o’ ye.”

“How romantic.” You laugh, tossing his shoes to the side before falling on top of him, nuzzling your own tired head into the crook of his neck, inhaling the faded scent of his cologne and the warmth of his own musk. His hand caresses your back, following a familiar pattern of tracing onto your spine. “Think I was already a real woman before you met me, though.”

“Aye, ‘s probably why I liked ye so much.”

You hum amusedly and sweet silence befalls the two of you. Slow breaths of honeyed happiness that dips into the steady cadence of welcome sleep. You’re halfway to dozing off entirely when he pats you gently, whispering about a bath. He takes the lead, unzipping your dress and laying it with considerable care on the bed before drawing yourself and him into the shower. He washes you both as you lean against him, the warm spray and the soothing strokes of his hands on your neck, your shoulders, your back, lull you deeper into him, deeper into the embrace of sleep.

You awake the next morning to the filtered light of gentle sunlight in your eyes. It’s hard to fight the stickiness of slumber, especially since you know that you have nothing pressing on the agenda for today—but in the stretch of your body against the sheets warmed with rest, your foot touches that of another; And you realize, you haven’t woken up alone this time. 

Your husband—husband!—sleeps soundly beside you; His hair is pulled in tufts that you know he’ll soon shave back to his signature mohawk come deployment time, deep breaths exhale from his slightly open mouth, the sheets tangled between his legs as one rests in the cool air of the room and the other lies next to yours underneath the duvet. 

It’s quiet in the estate, hardly anyone awake or moving just yet as you sit up in your bed, surveying the state of the room in the glow of a peaceful morning. Johnny’s suit is crumpled by the bathroom floor, your bouquet and other gifted flowers decorate the surfaces around the suite, and your dress lays worn and loved at the foot of the bed, white chiffon spilling over his exposed foot and onto the footbed. 

This is the rest of your life. An eventful night; a romantic sight. Youthful longing and late-night fantasies suddenly forgotten worries as they are fulfilled in this moment alone.

You fall back into the bed, attaching yourself into Johnny’s side and breathing him in. 

“Still need to make an honest woman o’ ye, Mrs. MacTavish.” A glance upward reveals that his eyes are still closed. You fix yourself into him deeper, wrapping your arm around his bare chest as you lay your head against him. He wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you in tighter. 

“‘m counting on it, Mr. MacTavish.”

He smiles and you both return to the homecoming of sleep as rain begins to tap gently on the windows of your life together.

(Rain, for good luck.) 

[bat-mom-writer]

Bat boys seeing their baby sister that is like 13 being in love for the first time/living her first romance and feeling a bit over protective

Gonna say, I was never one to like to writing about first time crushes, but there you go.

Guardians of Heart

Reader(mom) X Richard(Dick) Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, and Damian Wayne.

Summery: The boys spy on their sister, Meillia, at the park. While they do, they get caught by their mother.

(I do not own any DC characters)

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"Do you see her?" Dick Grayson, known to the world as the first Robin, leaned over to whisper to his brothers, Jason Todd and Tim Drake, they pear through their binoculars.

"Yeah, she's at the swings," Tim replied, his voice tight.

"Is she with… him?" Dick's voice was low and strained, his grip on the binoculars tightening.

Jason squinted before confirming, "Yeah, it's that kid from her math class."

The three brothers watched from the shadows of an oak tree of a park as Meillia chatted with the object of her affection. The playground was alive with the chatter of young voices, but to them, it was just background noise. All that mattered was their baby sister's heart fluttering with its first crush.

"What does she even see in…him?" Jason made the same dramatic distasteful sound that seemed to echo their collective thoughts. The boy was no taller than Meillia, with a mop of unruly hair that danced in the breeze. He had a crooked smile that seemed to be perpetually plastered on his face, and he talked with his hands, which made the boys suspicious of his sincerity.

Dick's eyes narrowed as he observed the interaction. "Maybe he has her under some hypnosis," he suggested.

Tim snorted. "Or maybe he's not even boy. Maybe he's an alien, sent here to infiltrate our family." His voice was laden with sarcasm, but there was a tinge of doubt in his tone. They had faced enough strange adversaries in their crime-fighting careers to know that anything was possible in Gotham.

"I'm just saying, we can't be too sure," Dick insisted, his gaze never leaving the couple on the swings. "We need to do some reconnaissance."

Jason nodded solemnly, "Roger that, N1."

Tim rolled his eyes but couldn't help but agree. "Okay, so what's the plan?"

"Simple," Dick said, his voice firm. "R3, you're on recon. Find out everything you can about this kid. School records, friends, any suspicious activities. We need to know who we're dealing with."

Tim nodded, pocketing the binoculars. "On it," he said, slipping away to start his mission.

Dick turned to Jason, who was still watching Meillia and the boy. "R2, never take your eyes off them, especially him."

Jason nodded, his expression serious. "Got it," he murmured, his eyes scanning the playground like a hawk.

"I'm going to get closer and find out what they're talking about," Dick decided, his heart thudding in his chest.

"Keep your distance," Jason cautioned, his eyes still glued to the scene before them. "We don't want to spook her."

"Relax, I know what I'm doing," Dick whispered back, a smirk playing on his lips. He had a knack for blending into the background, a skill honed from years of fighting crime beside their father, Batman. He moved with the grace of a cat burglar, sticking to the shadows as he approached the swings.

The boy, seemingly oblivious to his surroundings, was talking animatedly, gesturing wildly with his hands. Meillia was giggling, her cheeks flushed pink. Dick's heart clenched at the sight. She was their little sister, and he didn't want her to get hurt. They had all lost so much in their lives, especially when it came to family and relationships.

He crouched behind a particularly lush bush, its leaves whispering secrets to him in the gentle breeze. The earth was damp beneath his knees, but he ignored the discomfort, focusing solely on the conversation that floated over to him like a butterfly's wings.

"…and then, Mr. Jenkins said I could join the mathletes team!" Meillia's voice was filled with excitement.

The boy with the unruly hair beamed at her. "That's amazing, Mel! You're going to kill it!"

Dick's ears perked up at the phrase. 'Kill it' wasn't something you said to a 13-year-old about a mathletes competition unless you had something to hide. The phrase echoed in his mind as he dissected it, searching for hidden meaning. It was almost as if he could hear the cogs of his detective brain whirring into gear.

"Whatcha doin' Dick?" The voice was soft but unmistakable. He swiveled his head, keeping his body low to the ground.

This non-biological mother stood there, her eyes gleaming with amusement. She had a knowing smile, and Dick felt his cheeks flush with embarrassment. She was the mother they had all grown to love and respect, even if she wasn't the one who had given them birth. She had taken them in, given them a home, and had become the glue that held their patchwork family together.

"Oh, hi Mom," Dick greets, his eyes darting to the swings where Meillia and her crush were now playing a game of tag. "I was just… looking for my…uh…binoculars?"

She raised an eyebrow, her smile widening. "Your binoculars?"

Dick nodded vigorously. "Yeah, they're…uh, really good for bird watching."

Her eyes twinkled with mirth as she stepped closer. "I see," she said, her gaze dropping to the binoculars that indeed hung around his neck. "And what type of bird are you observing today?"

Dick's cheeks burned hotter than a Gotham summer night. "Just… the usual," he said, trying to play it cool. "Robins."

Her smile grew even wider as she leaned down and whispered, "Why don't you tell me the truth, Dick?"

Her knowing gaze made him squirm. Dick sighed and sat back on his heels. "Okay, we're just… keeping an eye on Meillia."

"Keeping an eye on her or spying on her?" She corrected him gently, her smile never wavering.

"Well, uh… it was Jason's idea." Dick quickly pointed to the tree Jason was hiding behind.

Jason's head popped out, his eyes widening in shock. "What the hell, man?" he exclaimed, catching many parents' attain at the language.

"Keep it down, R2," Dick hissed, jabbing a finger at his lips.

Jason's eyes narrowed, but he clamped his mouth shut, glaring at Dick. Her smile didn't fade as she sat down beside him. "So, what's going on with Mel?"

"She's got a crush," Dick confessed. "And we just… we want to make sure he's good enough for her."

Her smile softened into something more understanding. "Ah, I see," she said, her eyes drifting to the playful scene on the swings. "Well, she's a smart girl. I'm sure she'll figure it out herself."

"But what if he breaks her heart?" Dick blurted out, his eyes reflecting his fear. "Or, worse, what if he's dangerous?"

She placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. "He's 13," she said simply, her voice soothing.

"So were we when we started fighting crime," Dick reminded her, his eyes still fixed on the couple.

She chuckled softly. "I can't believe I'm having this conversation," she said, shaking her head. "alright, Tim, Jason, come out," she called, her voice carrying over the playground without raising an alarm. "I'm too old to be dragging you two out of trees like you're still in shorts and capes."

The two brothers emerged from their hiding spots, trying to look casual. Meillia and her friend glanced over, and the boy waved awkwardly, his cheeks reddening. Dick felt a strange mix of pride and protectiveness swell within him.

"Mom?" Meillia's voice was sweet and curious as she approached them. The boy at her side looked up at the trio of older brothers with a mix of awe and trepidation.

"Hi, Meillia," she said, her voice a blend of affection and amusement. "Having fun?"

Meillia's eyes darted between the three of them, and she nodded, a hint of suspicion in her gaze. "Yeah, just hanging out."

Dick forced a casual smile, his heart racing. "That's great, Mel."

"Yeah, just great," Jason murmured under his breath, still glaring at the boy.

"Who's this?" she asked, her eyes on the boy, who was now fidgeting under their collective stare.

"This is Billy," Meillia said, her voice a touch defensive. "He's in my math class."

She eyes never left the boy as she nodded. "Hi, Billy. It's nice to meet you."

Billy stuttered a greeting, clearly intimidated by the sudden appearance of the three older Wayne brothers. Dick took a deep breath, trying to compose himself. They couldn't scare off every boy who looked at Meillia. That was a surefire way to push her away from them, and that was the last thing they wanted.

"Billy," Meillia said, turning to her friend with a look of horror on her face. "These are…my brothers. Dick, Jay, and Tim." She paused, then added, "Where's Dame?"

"One second." she voice was firm yet gentle as she moved with the grace of a panther around the oak tree, reaching up and plucking a squirming figure out of the branches above. Damian Wayne, the youngest of the brothers and the current Robin, landed with a thump on the ground beside them, leaves fluttering down around him.

"What the—?" Damian began, his eyes flashing with annoyance at the interruption, but they softened when he saw Meillia standing there with a boy he hadn't met before. He straightened up, brushing himself off.

"And Dame," Meillia said again, her voice filled with a hint of exasperation. "This is Billy."

Damian looked at Billy with a scrutinizing gaze that could make even the most hardened criminals sweat. "The one you have a crush on," he said, his tone devoid of any emotion.

Meillia's eyes widened, "Dame!"

"What? It's true, isn't it?" Damian said, his voice as innocent as a saint's. Dick had to hand it to him; the kid had nerve.

"Damian!" Meillia's cheeks were now a deep shade of red. "You're not supposed to tell people that!" Damian shrugged, his eyes never leaving Billy.

Their mother swung a hand the back Damian's head, her eyes sparkling with a mix of amusement and warning. "Let's not scare him away, Dame," she said, her voice firm but loving.

Damian's eyes remained on Billy, but he nodded, his expression unreadable. "As you wish, Mother."

"Well, now that's it in the open," Jason said, stepping forward with a forced casualness that didn't quite reach his eyes. "Bill, right?"

Billy nodded, his eyes darting between the four imposing figures before him. "It's actually Billy-"

"Bill," Jason interrupted, his eyes never leaving the boy's face. "What do you want with our sister?"

Billy's eyes grew wide, his cheeks a matching shade of Meillia. "N-noth… I mean, I just… I like her, okay?" He stuttered, his hands shaking slightly.

"That's enough, guys," Meillia said firmly, stepping in front of Billy, her hands on her hips. "You're all being so weird."

Jason's gaze didn't waver from Billy's face. "You know who else is acting weird, little squirt?" he asked, a sly smile playing on his lips, "This little man right here."

"Jason," their mother warned, her tone low but firm.

Jason shrugged, his smirk never leaving Billy's face. "What? He needs to know she's not just some girl."

"Jason, that's enough," She said, her tone brooking no argument. She turned to Billy, who was now visibly trembling. "Billy, Meillia, why don't you two go grab an ice cream?" She pulled out a few bills from her pocket and handed them to her daughter. "My treat."

Meillia took the money, casting a grateful look at her mother before dragging Billy away by the hand. As they retreated, the brothers could hear her whispering fiercely to him, likely explaining who they were.

She turned to the four of them, her eyes stern. "Alright, what's really going on?"

Dick cleared his throat. "Well, it's just that Mel's never had a crush before, and we want to make sure she's okay."

Tim nodded. "And that this Billy kid doesn't have any… issues," he added, his voice trailing off.

Jason's expression was unreadable as he stared at the retreating figures of Meilliaand Billy. "He's not good enough for her," he murmured, his eyes dark.

"You know how embarrassed you could have made Meillia?" She said, her voice a mix of amusement and reprimand as she watched the retreating backs of Meillia and Billy. The four older brothers winced, feeling like they had just been caught in the act of something they knew they probably shouldn't have been doing.

"It's just that lilla is our sister" Tim mumbled, his eyes on the ground.

"I know," she said, her tone gentle. "And I appreciate that you all care so much for her. But Meillia is growing up, and she's going to have her own experiences—good and bad. It's a part of life, and she needs to navigate it on her own terms."

The boys exchanged glances, each one wearing a look of discomfort and reluctance. They had all faced their own battles in the harsh reality of Gotham, but watching their little sister go through the same was something entirely different.

"We're just worried," Dick finally spoke up. "We've seen a lot, Mom. And we don't want her to get hurt."

She expression softened as she looked at her sons. "I know," she said, her voice filled with understanding. "But the truth is, you can't protect her from everything. Sometimes, you just have to be there to help her make the right choices. Not make them for her."

The brothers nodded, though the tension didn't completely leave their bodies. They had been raised in the shadow of the Bat, and the instinct to protect was baked into their very bones.

"I'll watch over her from here," She said, her voice carrying the weight of experience. "You boys go home."

With a final nod, the brothers retreated, still keeping a discreet eye on Meillia and Billy. They didn't know how to handle this situation, but they knew they couldn't hover like overbearing guardians.

[pinkykats-place]

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Mostly female reader inserts. 

Some contain mature content. 

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𝐒𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐑𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐲

Aemond x sister!Reader x Aegon

Summary: Catching your brother, Aegon, in a most compromising position starts your journey into sexual discovery. 

The King, The Queen & The Prince 

Aegon x Sister!Reader x Aemond

Summary: Aegon and Aemond marry their younger sister, Y/n. Both turn competitive on who can make her pregnant first.

Apple Of Their Eye 

Dark! Aegon Targaryen x sister!reader x Dark!Aemond Targaryen 

SYNOPSIS: Being close to both your Targaryen brothers had its own perks. Drinking wine together, going horse riding and reading books. It was all a dream but when Aegon heard the talk of your betrothal, he decided it was finally time to taint you. What you didn’t expect was Aemond walking in on you indulging in your older brother’s sickly pleasures.

THE WARM OF BOTH BODIES

Aemond Targaryen x Sister!Reader x Aegon II Targaryen

Summary: Dragons are greedy, and both of your brothers have perverted desires that you take no issue on entertaining.

The Usual

aegon x sister!reader x aemond

Summary: Y/n seeks solace in the form of pleasure and goes to the only place where she can receive it anonymously. She had never expected to find herself in this current situation.

BABY SISTER (SFW)

Summary: 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺 𝘈𝘦𝘨𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺 𝘈𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘯𝘦𝘸𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘯 𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦.

Our sweet sister

Aegon x Sister!reader x Aemond

Summary: Aemond has been waiting for years to marry his favourite sister, Aegon agreed it was the only way of keeping her close of making sure she only belonged to them. But her being given away to a dornish prince changes everything.

Little Love 

Husband!aemond targaryen x Wife!reader x aegon ii targaryen 

Summary: aegon comes to your chambers crying and needing comfort, but what happens when your husband walks in? 

A brother's duty. (nsfw)

Husband!Aegon ii Targaryen x Wife!Reader x Aemond Targaryen

Summary: Aegon seemed to have noticed how much his younger brother, Aemond, fancies you, as a self proclaimed caring older brother, he decides to fulfill that role by giving Aemond what he wants, which is you. 

Parting Gift 

Aemond Targaryen x aemond’s wife!Reader x Aegon Targaryen 

Synopsis: Aegon asks for a parting gift from his younger brother and his beloved wife: One night with you in exchange for the throne. 

One Whore Is As Good As Another 

Aemond x prostitute!Reader x Aegon 

Summary: Desperate to prove he's no mere boy, Prince Aemond leaves his taunting brother and seeks out another conquest. Momentarily, he feels back in control, until his brother reappears.

Thy Mission

Aegon x prostitute!Reader x Aemond 

Summary: The lines between desire and duty blur between the Targaryen brothers on their last night before a battle.   

[zweiginator]

being forced to go to a fancy gala with your mom and stepdad, and of course--your step brother, patrick. wearing a long, silk dress that hugs your body. the satin material almost seems to caress your tits.

and patrick has noticed you're beautiful. he's not an idiot. he's a boy in his twenties who still wakes up with morning wood like it's clockwork.

he has been very careful around you. maybe because his dad pulled him aside after he broke up with his last girlfriend. told him he needs to be more gentlemanly. work on how he's perceived. boys who act like this don't get pretty wives and good children.

patrick never claimed to want those things, however. but he is intentional with his gaze. doesn't let his eyes linger, although they beg to.

the dress, though. it's the product of dreams. satin and emerald green and low cut but still modest. tight yet flowy where it needs to be.

patrick drinks far too much champagne. pretends to care about the surface-level conversations he's halfheartedly contributing to. is he excited about going on tour? what about college?

who fucking cares? -- is what he wants to say.

he loosens his tie and goes out back for a smoke. the air is breezy and cold for early august. it feels good in his hair. and you're out here too. looking out onto the water. your heels sit beside you, one toppled over.

"hey." patrick says from behind you.

"oh, hi pat." you turn around, leaning your back against the railing. rusted metal bars that dig into your palms.

his cigarette is limp between his lips. the flame extinguishes itself, but patrick doesn't bother to relight it.

"your dress is really nice." he says. "the color really suits you."

you look him up and down. his hair is nicely done, styled but still messy in its own regard. his tie is crooked but his suit is pressed nicely, perfectly tailored. an easy shade of black that isn't hard on the eyes. but it contrasts nicely with the hazel in his eyes.

"your get-up isn't so bad yourself. you clean up nicely."

the way you look at each other in this moment confuses you. both of you. watching the wind blow the chimes hanging from a nearby gazebo and the moon wane as your chests rise and fall. wondering if you would have ever crossed paths if not for your respective parents doing it for you. thinking about summers tangled in each others' sheets--what could have been.

but you're step siblings. and it will never be. it can't. patrick nudges his elbow against yours, and you grab onto the swell of his bicep. he walks you back inside with his suit jacket over your shoulders and you both pretend, in your own innocent way, that you can love each other, like that. for the night.

[deebris]

Welcome to my masterlist! Here you will find all the stories I've written. Some genre indicators:

✎ 🌸fluffy,💧 angst, ⚠️ dark, 🧸Platonic, 🌹 romantic

⤿ The Fractured Bonds (🧸💧)

Mark finds himself facing an unexpected threat to his family when Angstrom Levy decides to hold his mother and sister hostage. Despite the family turmoil they've endured and Nolan's departure, he returns to rescue his daughter. Mark Grayson x sister reader, Nolan Grayson x daughter reader

⤿ The Mysterious Visitor: masterlist (🧸💧🌸)

On a cold, snowy dawn, a naive young girl knocks on the door of Wayne Manor in search of her brother, whom she hasn't seen in a long time. Batfamily x batsis

⤿ Seems like destiny (🌹💧⚠️)

After spending years in the bone marrow donation system, encouraged by the army, Simon was finally notified that they had found a match. He just didn't expect to find out that he would be donating it to his own son, who he had with his teenage love and never knew. Simon "Ghost" Riley x fem!Reader

⤿ Weight of Care (🧸🌸)

Simon, your older brother, has been your guardian since you were a baby. Amid the collapse of your family, he made the courageous choice to take you out of the house, raising you as if you were his own. However, despite being happy, your relationship is complicated. While you see Simon as a paternal figure, he struggles with the pain of being mistaken for one. His heart tightens every time you call him "daddy," and he thought you had managed to move past that—until you do it again one night. Simon Riley x little sister Reader

⤿ Guilty (🌹💧⚠️)

Your husband never put a drop of alcohol in his mouth, and that was one of the things that made you give him a chance in the past due to family traumas that you carried because of it. But after years of relationship, one day he just surprises you by coming home late at night and out of his mind. Satoru Gojo x wife reader

⤿ Melancoly: part 1, part 2 (🌹💧⚠️)

You and Kakashi were never passionate, but you got married and developed an affection for each other. You had two children together and your life was peaceful. But a single winter night destroyed you two forever. Kakashi Hatake x wife reader

⤿ Redemption (🧸💧)

You're the twin sister of Shoto and save him and Endeavor from Toya. Todoroki Clan x Todoroki reader

⤿ From annoying to beloved (🌸🌹)

The new member of the Seven annoys Captain Patria with their habit of doodling in the corners all the time, but he didn't expect to end up liking it. Homelander x fem!Reader

⤿ Save you from yourself (🌹💧🌸)

The tender moment between you and your daughter, Jinx, is interrupted by your sudden fainting, and Silco takes control of the situation. Silco x Wife reader

[sinsandsuccubus]

"How do I feel? You put me in a difficult position so you should have asked me that before you did it."

“Y/N, what the fuck was that!?” Jack whisper yelled, looking at you with wide eyes.

“What do you mean what was that. It was the truth, so I said it.” You tilted your head to look at him, leaning against the dresser across from him.

“Really? That you feel unloved? How do you think that makes me feel. I’m out here busting my ass to make sure you get what you need and what you want. I know I’m gone a lot, but you don’t think that hurts me too? You never think about how I feel when it comes to shit like this.”

“Don’t you dare fucking say that Jack! How dare you! I’m ALWAYS thinking about how you feel. It’s part of the main reason why I’m upset, because I don’t feel seen. You never ask me how do I feel, Jack!”

“We couldn’t have talked about this in private? You had to say it in front of everyone at the table?”

“You didn’t even discuss your decision in private with me, you just announced it at dinner, like you don’t have a partner, one that’s sitting right there in front of you. So no, you don’t get the courtesy of a private conversation.”

“I was going to tell you.”

“When?! After everyone left? The day before the tour?”

“You didn’t have to react that way Y/N…”

“You put me in a difficult position, so you should have asked me that before you did it.”

It was silent between the two of you, tension so thick you could cut it with a knife.

“So that’s it?”

“Yup.”

“We’re just gonna end it there? Finish it like that?”

“Jack, it was finished before it was started. You made up your mind before you even brought it up to me. So yes, it’s finished. Final. I’m done.”

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Masterlist

[bengals-barnesbabe]

Things Are Changing

Pairing: Tee Higgins x Chase!SisterReader

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: Language and Ja'Marr being the ultimate younger brother. Mostly fluff though.

A/N: Someone requested more of this cute little universe so here ya go anon ♥︎

Tenderheaded | Main Masterlist | Princess Ti

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

“I fucked up.” Tee said as soon as he got in the house. 

With the groan Ja’Marr let out, he could tell his teammate was rolling his eyes.“Man shut up, you ain’t do shit.” 

Tee shook his head and slowly looked around the corners of his place, making sure his wife wasn’t lurking behind any walls. “Y/n’s gonna kill me.” 

“No she ain’t. How are you still scared of my sister? There ain’t nothing scary about her small ass.” 

“That’s easy for you to say. I married into this family, yall shared a womb.” His brother in law snorted on the other side of the phone. 

“Don’t be weird. Look you’ll be fine as long as you leave my name out of it.” Then he hung up.

Tee sighed taking a seat on the couch. His phone had gone black allowing for his reflection to look back at him. There was no way to hide it, the short hair was a very distinct look, especially on him. He hadn’t seen his hair this short since he was a kid, but the low maintenance it provided was needed for now. The only thing he was scared of was the shape of it, it definitely wouldn’t pass his forever beautician’s standards. But he did what he had to do. 

‘Hopefully she’ll see the brightside.’ He thinks smoothing his hair forward just as the front door opens.

“Tamaurice, what the hell.” That’s a great start.

Tee turns towards his wife and smiles, hoping your favorite feature of his takes care of some of the blow. “What, you don’t like?”

You hesitantly walk up to the couch and touch his head. “It’s short.”

He chuckles and places his own on your belly, caressing the soft protruding skin. His favorite reminder of the love they share. Then he looks up at you with loving doe eyes, but is met with a slight pout.

“I did it for you.” He whispers gently taking your hands. 

“I don’t get it. I loved your hair.”

Tee sighs and lightly tugs you down into his lap. “I know, but you wouldn’t have much time to do anything with it once our little princess gets here. I don’t want you to have anything to worry about except taking care of our baby girl. While you're doing that I’ll be taking care of you.” You smile as both of your hands meet on your bump.

“That’s so sweet and thoughtful of you.” Your soft praises are joined with wet streaks down your face. “Damn these hormones.”

He chuckles as you wrap your arms around your very loving husband. “For real though,” you sniffle. “This baby is beyond lucky to have you as her dad, and I’m forever thankful to have you as my partner.”

“Only the best for my queen and our princess.” Tee wipes away your tears and pecks your soft lips.

“Mmmm does that mean you’re gonna take care of my hair too?” A playful smirk grows on your cheeks as you pick at your dark coily puff.

Tee snorts, “baby you know I got you.”

“Good, cause whoever did this to you should be put in jail.” You grimace looking over his cut again.

“It’s not that bad mamas.”

You kiss your lips with both brows raised. “You know I can cut hair right? I didn’t do all those hours of cosmetology and barber school for my husband to come home looking like one of the three stooges.”

“The whole point was so you wouldn’t have to do it.” 

“Yea well, baby’s not here yet so come on.” You stand from his lap and hold a hand out. “What?”

“We’re going to the washbowl and starting your wave journey today.” Tee shakes his head and takes your hand.

“You’re real possessive over my hair mamas.” He smirks now towering over your bronze figure.

You shrug, pulling his hand towards your in-house salon. “Duh, look what happened when you went out on your own! It looks like a blind person did it.”

“It was your brother.” Pause. You stop in your tracks then take a deep breath.

“Y-you let…JA’MARR’S DUMBASS FUCK UP YOUR HAIR! I need a minute, go to the studio.” Breathe bitch breathe.

Tee watches as you pull out your phone and start mumbling obscenities under your breath.

“Baby, its not worth it. You shouldn’t be stressing yourself out like this. Think about the baby.” 

You shake your head, the plump frown on your face unmoving. “If she’s as stubborn as you, princess will be completely fine. But she would not let this bullshit slide, her uncle Marr needs to answer for his crimes.”

“I don't think she’d be that worried about my hair compared to how I’d feel if you went into preterm labor right now.” You turned to your concerned husband, his deep brown eyes yearning for you to take a step back.

“Baby, I’m only 7 months and some change.”

Tee’s worried demeanor immediately dropped as his eyes widened. Shit, what did I say?

“You’ll be 8 months tomorrow. Was I the only one paying attention at those OB appointments?” He snorted.

You scrunched your face and looked down at where your feet would be if not for your bump in the way. “I paid attention, I just have pregnancy brain duh.” 

Tee slowly closed the distance between you and hugged you from behind. “Oh yea?”

“Mhm but don’t forget that before I was your wife, I was Uno’s big sister. So just because some things are changing around here doesn’t mean I just give up my sisterly privileges of yelling at my brother when he messes up.” 

Tee chuckles and kisses the skin where your shoulder meets your neck. “Of course not, big sister for life.”

“Exactly you get it..” The words come out breathily as you lean into his kisses.

You feel him smirk against your skin and kiss the sensitive skin behind your right ear. “What about this, I’ll go to that bakery you like and get a cheesecake sampler box.” You immediately perk up at the mention of your ultimate pregnancy craving. “If you go over to that couch and sit your pretty ass down.”

He turns you around to see your face beaming with excitement.

“The big one?”

He slowly nods. “24 flavors with the 3 extra brownie bites.” So you went and sat your ass down.

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“God this is all I’ve ever wanted in life.” You moan after biting into a slice of NY Cheesecake. Tee shakes his head in pure astonishment 

“Cheesecake?”

“Of course not. A husband who’ll drive 30 miles to get me the best damn cake in Ohio.” You smile at him. “Bonus points for being the most amazing husband even before I got pregnant.” You dote pecking his full lips with your sugary ones.

“Aww thank you mama, now can I have a bite?” He smiles but you jolt back, the cakes that were balancing on your belly now clutched in your hands. 

“Y/n.” You shake your head. “Baby there’s 26 slices left.”

“Okay and, your daughter called those.” You shrugged.

“Y/n you don’t even like some of those.”

As the soon to be mother you just point to your bump, “it’s not up to me babe. I’m just following orders.”

Tee kisses his lips then slouches into the couch. “Just following orders my ass, more like ordering my ass around. But nah I did this to myself, got the woman I love pregnant then a got a wack ass haircut. Oh yea I’m doing gr-

Before he knows it, Tee has a brownie stuffed in his face.

“Wuv woo.” He muffles attempting to smile at you.

You just shake your head and return to your own treat. “We love you too chocolate face.”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

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𝕴𝖓 𝖆𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝕷𝖎𝖋𝖊

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐀𝐞𝐠𝐨𝐧, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫-𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝, 𝐢𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

ᴀᴇɢᴏɴ ɪɪ ᴛᴀʀɢᴀʀʏᴇɴ x ꜱɪꜱᴛᴇʀ! ᴡɪꜰᴇ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

Tw: lots of fluff, making out and touching, Aegon caring for reader, mentions of intimacy. Aegon and Reader being horny little shits. Mid smut but its just boob grabbing.

Author’s note: in this version, Aegon and reader end up together. They’re a drunk version of Morticia and Gomez in a way.

Ever since you were young, Aegon and you had formed a bond. You both were the black sheep of the family while Helaena and Aemond were praised by both your mother and Grandsire. You were both often spotted together, drinking or just hanging out drunk.

Your mother had thought of betrothing her oldest son to her precious Helaena but she thought about it, she changed her mind. She decided to betroth you and Aegon, since she thought you’d make a better match. Once you had found out about this, you and Aegon celebrated by going to the local tavern you would go to, and celebrate your betrothal. That same night, you had bought an Inn, and you have given him your maidenhead, he already had lost his but he was honored into having yours.

The night of the ceremony, you both drank and drank until you were both dragged to your now shared bed chambers. The whole night non of you slept, you were performing the husband and wife act all night until the next morn. You both woke up with a massive headache and the sheets were allover the place. The night was wild, as a way to get ‘rid’ of your headache you went at it again until late noon.

Outside the bedroom, you both made it obvious how badly you both desired one another. Often been spotted kissing and touching each other not caring who would see what the both of you were doing. Then you were with child, it would of happened soon since you both went at it like rabbits.

During your pregnancy, Aegon was always with you, hugging you and caressing your growing stomach. He was happy that you were swollen with babe. He did not care if it was a boy or girl, he wanted to be a part of that child’s life, and love them, unlike his mother, he’ll actually show interest in his child’s life.

Years past, you had two children, a son and a daughter. Your son being named Meagor and your daughter named Daenerys. You were happy with your life, you had two beautiful children and a loving husband.

During the petition of Veamond Velaryon, you and Aegon were not paying attention, he had an arm wrapped around you and he was teasing you by whispering things into your ear, making you giggle. When Veamond’s head was cut clean off, you tried so hard not to laugh while the rest of your family was shocked. After you and your husband were scolded by your mother for being disrespectful but didn’t care. Before the dinner, you and Aegon went to your bedchamber for a round intimacy, going as many times until it was time.

You wore a red gown that exposed your neck and collarbones, as well as a pair of earrings that your husband had gifted you. Aegon loved seeing you in that gown, if it weren’t for the dinner he would of ripped the dress and taken you on the spot. He also loved your short hair,, he loved how it framed your face and how you exposed a lot of your skin to him.

During the dinner, you were both jesting at one another, laughing loudly and drinking. It it weren’t for the people that were in the room, he would lay you on the table and ravish you. But of course, your bother Aemond prevented the both of you from eating each other’s faces.

Aegon had pulled you up for a dance, but you were both drunk and were dancing poorly, nearly falling to the floor laughing. Then the bawl happen, your nephew punching your brother and husband slamming your younger nephew face on the table. After you went to check on the children and bed them good night.

In your bedchamber, you were getting ready for bed while you husband had come in. He walked towards you and began to kiss your neck, making you giggle. “Aegon, we had enough for tonight” you said making you giggle as he wrapped his arms around your waist. “Come on love, one more? Please?” he begged, you loved when he begged. Then he moved his hands up to your swollen and breasts, gentle squeezing them lightly. This made you moan, feeling his tongue run up your neck behind your ear, kissing and biting your ear.

“Aegon, I'm still sore, I'm surprised that I was able to walk to the dinner!” you laughed as his lips began to peck at your face. “Fine, can I at least kiss my wife?” he asked, giving you a puppy eyes look. “Of course, dear husband.” You said as you got up and walked over to the bed. As soon as you sat on the bed, Aegon had launched at you. Attacking your face with kisses and making you laugh. After that you both began to kiss, sloppily, your tongues dancing with one another, exchanging spit. He had also touched you allover your body, feeling all of you up and down. 

Later, you both fell asleep, tangled with one another, but after Aegon had left somewhere. You whined at the lack of your husband not being in bed with you until you were woken up by him. “Y/n, my love, wake up” he said as he lightly shook you. “Mm? Aegon? What is it?” you asked opening your eyes and seeing his worried expression “our father is dead!” he whispered yelled. “He is dead?” you asked confused “yes, he is dead, and they want to make me King” he said worriedly “I don’t want to be King Y/n” he admitted. You pulled him into a hug to calm him down but he pulled away to look at you. 

“Let’s run away” He said with a smile on his lips “run away? But where?” you asked as he cut you off “To the free cities! To Essos or Yi Ti anywhere! We’ll take our children with us! We’ll live in peace, the four of us!” he said as you talked confused. “What of the throne? What of our mother and grandsire?” you asked. “To fuck with them, I don’t care about the throne! I care about you. They can make Aemond king for all I care, I just want you and our children” he said as he hugged you close to him.

You thought about it, he didn’t want to be King, he never wished on being King. He wanted a life with you and his children. Away from politics and everyone who had put him under the pressure on being the next Ruler. You finally agreed, this made Aegon happy, you both will live a happy and peaceful life with your children. Away from those Vouchers you call Mother and Grandsire.

[paarthurnax59]

"Happy Memorial Day, bro."

Summary: It’s Memorial Day and you pay a visit to Steve Roger’s grave, your twin brother, with your husband and your kids. When facing his headstone, you are confronted with grief and guilt. Logan then decided to help you bring the closure that you needed.

Pairings: Steve Rogers x sister!Reader, Logan Howlett x Rogers!Reader

Warnings: angst, fluff, abandonment, reader is depicted as being Caucasian, grief, talks of suicide.

Important note: Regardless of how you feel about American politics today, please keep the comments respectful and do not dishonor those that paid the ultimate price for sustaining peace in the world. All who leave disrespectful comments will be blocked. 

Also, if you have served or have family members that served, whether be American or any other countries military that have passed on, please share!

 As Logan pulled the classic car up to Arlington Cemetery, you grabbed the flowers and photos, along with an American flag that Bucky helped you fold up. Both he and Sam were going to meet you after you had visited the cemetery with your kids, Charlotte and Joey, both nestled in the back sound asleep from the long car ride. Unbuckling your seat belt, you looked to the crowd of people. Mourning families and couples standing in front of the headstones of their deceased loved ones who paid the ultimate price. You saw as many people lay solemnly on the ground of the graves. There was this one older woman that you saw brushed her fingers on the headstone in front of her, as the tears began to fall from her wrinkled cheeks. 

“Baby?” You heard Logan’s voice, snapping you out of your trance, making you look into those beautiful hazel eyes you had grown to adore. “You alright?” He asked as he touched your face, gently stroking your smooth skin.

“I’m okay…just feels weird being back here again. Almost three months since the funeral.”

“Yeah, I know.” Logan replied as he got closer to you and kissed your forehead with a comforting hand on the back of your head.

    It had been three months since your twin brother, Steve, had passed away. After he returned the stones, he went back to the 1940’s and had the life with Peggy. The life that you had with Logan, a home and a family. He never truly got over her. The woman that was the very first, possibly the only woman, to show him interest while he was still your scrawny, older brother. When Steve went through the platform and disappear, he didn’t come back. Instead, you all looked to the lake and saw an old man sitting on a bench. That old man was your big brother. 

    He told you about when you all had defeated Thanos and how he wanted to leave this time and go back. You objected at first and even got angry at him for even abandoning you once more. The first time in the ice, and now to go back to the 40’s. Leaving behind his niece and nephew, his family to chase some dream that died the moment he crashed that plane in the 40’s. You refused to talk to him after a few days after that. Bucky had to literally drag you to the site where Steve had to return the stones. Logan was at your side the entire time as Steve gave you one last look before leaving through the time machine, never to return. Looking back, you began to think differently, and it was eating away at you.

“Come on, let’s get the kids up.” Your husband interjected, making you nod your head in agreement and got out of the car and to the back seat. “Munchkins? Wake up. We’re here!” Logan gently shook your daughter while you unstrapped your son from his car seat. The little two-year-old boy began to stir from his sleep as you picked him up and into your arms. You thanked your lucky stars that he didn’t start crying. 

“Daddy…” Your four-year-old girl awoke from her sleep and hugged Logan as he got her up from her own car seat. “Where are we?” 

“We are at Arlington Cemetery, little munchkin. It’s where many of the brave soldiers are buried.” Logan explained to his child. Both you and Logan decided long ago that you would be honest with them when it came to grim topics, like death. Seeing the line of work, you are both in and all of the things you had seen, it made sense to let them know of the nature of the world.

“Like uncle Stevie?” She asked sadly, making the both of you look at each other with gloom.

“Yes, Like uncle Stevie, angel.” You replied.

   Steve and Lottie, Steve’s nickname for her, were as close as an uncle and niece could get. As soon as she was born, like Logan, Steve was wrapped around her finger. Whenever Steve would come over, it was the best day of the week for Lottie. Playing tea parties, having sleepovers at his place, baking in the kitchen, trips all around the city. the Zoo, Coney Island and Central Park, you name it. Lottie adored Steve and he loved her just as much. It was one of the main reasons that you got so angry at Steve for leaving.

     Lottie was devastated when she found out her uncle Steve wasn’t coming back. At least, not how she remembered him anyway. You tried you best to explain to her that he wanted to go back to the 40’s, so he can have his own life. She still didn’t understand, which you were sympathetic. She was only a child and trying to explain quantum time travel were complicated to her already. All she thought was that her Uncle Steve had abandoned her. She didn’t eat or sleep for days after she was told Steve wasn’t going to return. You took her to the hospital when Steve was struck ill. She eventually was able to warm up to him again and Steve had shown her all the pictures of his own family. Of her aunt Peggy, and his son and daughter. Tony and (Name), naming both after the most important people in his life. You were happy for him, but at the same time had wished he would have found his happiness here in this time. 

   After the funeral, Lottie had stayed in her room. Barely speaking a word to anyone, even her own parents. It took a long time for her to cope with her beloved uncle’s death. You even had Morgan visit her, seeing as they were also very close one another. Time was the only thing that was going to heal her, just like you. 

“Let’s go, you got everything? You need me to grab anything?” Your husband asked and you shook your head.

“No, just take Joey. I got everything.” You answered and handed him your son, who was very happy to in his father’s arms. Grabbing all the stuff, your family strolled into the crowded cemetery. 

   As you walked into the cemetery with your family, you watched all the many people swarming the place, paying their respects to the honored dead. A few crying widows, children standing with their parents in front of headstones and parents mourning for their deceased child. Even fellow veterans kneeling in front of their fallen comrades’ final resting place, the lucky ones that made it back. It would make one wonder how many times you had come here before Steve was found in the ice. Kneeling in front of the graves of both Steve and Bucky, talking to them both like they could hear you. How you considered yourself lucky that you were the one Rogers that made it home. You were a nurse, like your mom, serving for the US Army, but still fought with your fellow commandos. There was never a guarantee of coming home from war. Once you had met some cooks that had to take up arms in the heart of battle. Back in the day, it didn’t matter what your station was or rank. You fight in the most dire situations. It what it meant to be a part of the military. Everyone is counting on you for something. 

“More crowded than I thought.” Logan interjected as he carried to two tired children across the hallow grounds, staring at all the people as they come by. 

“Yeah, it is.” You agreed as you continued to walk the historic cemetery. A few people recognized you and walked up to both you and Logan and thanked your for saving the world. As you continued your forlorn march through the grounds, you reached yours and Logan’s destination. Steve’s grave, lying next to your father’s grave, who died back in the first World War. 

“Here we are.” Logan said as he placed down both his children. “Let me get those, sweetie. You can place the flowers down.” He turned to you and grabbed the flag and pictures. Logan stood back a little with your kids, allowing you to place the flowers by his grave. Taking a deep breath, you stepped forward and placed the flowers on your beloved brother’s grave. Red poppies, that symbolized remembrance and hope for a peaceful future. A flower used commonly for occasions such as days like today. Memorial Day. Logan then placed the flag which was encased in glass and some of the pictures of Steve form both the forties and the modern era. You all stepped away and as you did, your little girl stood by you, clinging onto your leg, sniffling as she looked at her uncle’s gravestone. Your son soon joined in with you as he stood by his older sister, despite no knowing what was going on. Logan walked toward you, placed his arm around and sighed.

“I feel guilty, you know.” Your voice cracked as you look at Logan with the saddest expression that he had ever seen you make. Tears started to seep from your eyes.

“Why? You have done nothing wrong.” He asked truly growing confused as to why you, his wife, felt like you had to say such a thing. Logan and Steve may not have always gotten along, but one thing he knew for certain was that your brother knew Logan loved you. 

    You two had met back when you were serving as an Army nurse in the 40’s. He was serving with your brother as part of the Hollowing Commandos. Your eyes met and the both of you could not look away when you were both in the same area. You had dated for a time, but when you lost Steve in the ice, you broke up after due to not getting over your supposed brother’s death. You traveled around the world when you found yourself meeting the Ancient One, sorceress supreme. She had revealed to you of the great potential to become a powerful sorceress. You accepted her training and through the decades severed her and the Masters of the Mystic Arts. Never aging or growing ill. Throughout the years, you grew close with the ancient one. Sharing with her about your grief and loss, of both Logan and Steve. 

“All things that are meant to be… will come to pass in its own time.”

   She told you at one point about the pain you had endured. That whatever is meant to be, will happen. You trusted her words, believing and hoping things will work out like they are meant to. When word broke out that Captain America had been freed from the ice, and was alive, you left for the States as quickly as possible. You arrived by portal at SHIELD headquarters, ready to welcome your brother back home.

   When he first saw you, he was in shock of how you remained young and spry as you were. You told him that you had become a sorceress of the mystic arts. Over the years, you fought together, against Loki, aliens, genocidal robots, dark warlocks, and the Brotherhood of Mutants. He stayed with you through the good and the bad times you had in this time, just like when you were kids fighting off bullies in Brooklyn. 

   After finding your ex, Steve helped you through Logan had no memory of who you were. After you helped Logan gain back his memories, you started relationship from square one. Overtime, your love for each other had restored and blossomed. The two of you wedded within a year, with Steve as Logan’s best man and Natasha as your maid of honor, with Charles conducting the ceremony. Thus, your married life with Logan began. Soon, after you both had two children together, Charlotte Stephanie Howlett and Joseph Logan Howlett. Named after the most important people in your life.

   Even though Steve had said he was happy for you, you could help but noticed the Longing gaze he had when he watched you and your family. Looking as though he was missing out on something, or someone. While in this era, his entire life was dedicated to duty and keeping the world safe. Barely even had time to rest or even start a life of his own. You finally were starting to realize, he needed to leave in order to live the lie he wanted. He needed to go back to a time where everyone believed him to be dead. To be with the one whom he never stopped loving, like you with Logan. Suppose that runs in the family.

“I should have been more supportive of him, you know. Of him wanting to go back to the forties.” You admitted sadly as the guilt started to take hold of you while you looked deep into Logan’s eyes and then the tears started to fall. Logan held onto your hands tightly as you started to sob. “Ever since he was rescued from the ice, Steve always felt like he was out of place. He was like a ghost, trapped in a world where he no longer belonged.” You continued as you cried, leaning into Logan all the while he rubbed your shoulders tenderly. “He wanted it, the life you and I got. Marriage, family, a much quieter existence and not be forced to go off and fight all the time. He was never going to have peace unless he left. I feel so selfish for trying to make him stay.” You cried harder as Logan wrapped his arms around you and held you as close as humanly possible. “All because I didn’t want to lose my brother again. I have lived for nearly seventy years without him. I lost my father, my mother and now I lost Steve. My twin brother.”  Your two children looked up at you, knowing that you were in serious distress. They both surround you with tiny arms trying to engulf you in a hug to calm you down. 

“Don’t cry, mama. We wuv you.” Your daughter mumbled as she too sounded like she was about to cry. 

“Ma!” babbled your young son as he reached up and pulled at the hem of your dress, who was feeling exactly what his sister was feeling. You looked down and smiled as your son’s brown eyes widened with some tears in his eyes. The sorrow from your being so strong that it was affecting your own children. 

“Joey, my sweet boy.” You said as you picked him up and kissed his sweet face fiercely and he cuddled close to your head. Logan had his little girl right in front of him and placed a warm comforting hand on her beautiful, blonde covered head. 

“Sweetheart, if there’s anything in this world you are not, it’s selfish.” He calmed you down as you snuggled closer to your boy. “When I first met you, all those years ago, I couldn’t believe on how a beautiful woman like you could be so compassionate, caring and brave all in one.” He continued. “I saw on how much you cared for the injured and the wounded during the war. Even the enemies that had surrendered, you still gave them medical treatment even when others refused to help them. Not once, did you stop until every person had gotten aid. Steve and Bucky basically had to pull you away from the infirmary tent because you nearly burnt out from treating people.” A small smile creeped on your lips while the tars still fell down your pale cheek. “I wanted to ask you out so badly that I felt like the stars aligned perfectly when you said yes. I was so in love with you then that I wanted to ask you to marry me after the war had ended.” You chuckled at the memory of the short courtship that you and Logan had during the war. “Then…Steve went into the ice, and you were devasted. You were a shell of your once bubbly and loving self. I yelled and screamed at you to get over him. That he was dead and never coming back.” He sighed with a remorseful huff making him think back to the day of when you two breaking up. “Then you left. I regret it every day of my life for letting you walk away after that fight. However my stubborn ass-“

“Language, James. We have the kids here with us.” You interrupted him. 

“God, you really are his sister.” He joked and you giggled despite the serious and heartbreaking conversation you both were having. “Anyway, I was just too stubborn to go back and help you through your loss. So, I went back into the army and fought like hell until I met Stryker. I got these,” He held out his fist and the adamantium claws came out. You weren’t sacred of them and reached out your free hand and touched them carefully so that you would not get cut. Logan then retracted them and went on with his story. “Then I lost my memory. For over twenty-five years, I had no idea of who I was or where I was going. I had no purpose or self-worth even. I was just going through the motions as I fought cage match after cage match, trying to make petty cash so I could eat. I was miserable and was alone with no one by my side. Every time…I looked at my claws…I wanted to just…end it.” He admitted making you cry again. You knew of Logan’s attempt at taking his own life, but you only heard it from Charles and Rouge. Never had you heard it through his own lips, like he was confessing an unpardonable sin. It truly made you hate yourself for ever leaving him in the first place. 

“Logan, I’m sorry. I should have been there. I never should have-“

“Let me finish, honey. Please.” Logan softly interrupted you, making to you listen to his story. “However, I odiously couldn’t. I would heal after every attempt. Every cut and wound, I would just heal. Leaving no scare, scrape, or mark on my skin. There was nothing, like the void that I was so desperate to fill.” He looked down and saw that Charlotte was now the one hugging him, obviously feeling her father’s suffering. How you got so lucky with wonderful children like these two munchkins was beyond you. “Then I met Rouge, Charles and the X-men. They helped me to find answers of who I was. I helped protect and train the kids at the school. They gave me a purpose, one that I was satisfied with.” He alleged as he stroked his daughter’s hair. “But…every night…along with the nightmares…someone was there…calling out to me…telling me to hold onto her hand…saying that everything was going to be okay.” He whispered intensely, like it was deep, dark secret kept hidden deep, buried underneath all of the malice and hardship. “That voice…reaching out for me…was you.” He said in your ear, making your gasp and your heart race like a comet. “Somewhere out there, even though I had no idea of who or where you were, I knew you held the missing piece of me. I asked Professor Xavier once, but he said that he was not abled to see your face. Only able to hear the sweet sound of your voice.” Logan whispered in your ear, which made you blush. It’s amazing that after all these years, Logan still had this effect on you that made you so weak in the knees. “So, I ignored them, no matter how many times my dream image of you came back to me in my mind. Then the day came that the Avengers came…then… I heard you. Yelling at something your brother did as you came walking down that jet, cute as a button and fierce as a mountain lion.” You felt the smile form on his lips as he confessed his thoughts from the past. “I felt like I strayed into a daydream. Like my mind was playing tricks on me. Then I had the professor tell me in my head saying that he heard your voice as well and it wasn’t a mind games. When you saw me…you stopped in your tracks and tears began to well in your eyes. At that moment, I knew you knew me from somewhere. You came running to me, trying to embrace me like your life depended on it.” He picked up his pace in his tone, he sounded almost excited with the prospect of meeting you again like it was the first time he met you. “However, something deep inside of me, a much darker part of me, wanted to reject you. Shove you aside and stay as far away from you as humanly possible. So, I pushed you away, distrusting you in an instant and denied any interaction with you.” He said as you think back to you’re your experience meeting him again after all this time. You believed that because you broke up with him that he didn’t want anything to do with you and even hated you after that. When you talked with Charles about it, he said it was because his mind was at war with him. Fighting for who gets to be in control, Logan or the demons that were plaguing his mind. You wanted to help, you wanted Logan to end his suffering and bring his memories back. “Looking back, I hated myself for it, even then, I believed that you didn’t deserve it. I was too damaged and broken, so pushed you away so you didn’t get drag into my mess. A few days later I overheard you and Steve talking to Charles. About the possibility of getting my memories back.” That information surprised you. You didn’t think Logan was listening to your conversation with Charles.  

“Charles told me that it might be too dangerous, but I refused to give up. I didn’t want to give up on you again, Logan. Walking away from you in the forties was the biggest mistake of my life.” You confessed to him, feeling like a weight had been lifted from your shoulders.

“I know, and I couldn’t be more grateful that you did.” He replied. “I told Charles that I agreed and would do my part as well to get back my memories. When you came to me with the spell, I was apprehensive, but I was more than willing to trust you, despite the battle that was going on in my head.” He acknowledged, thinking how risky it was to help him. “I was told of the risks…the risks of you being braindead.”

“It was worth the risk, Logan. You were worth the risk. Always were.” You sweetly talked to the love of your life. Logan truly didn’t know what else to say to that. You were willing to risk being a vegetable for the rest of your life it meant getting him back. 

“And you succeeded.” He remarked with a kiss to your head. “What I’m trying to say, (Name), is that you are not selfish. Not even close to such accusations. Steve was your brother and you wanted him to stay. Nothing more.” Logan held you close as your entire family looked at Steve’s name that was scribed into the marble stone. “You were the best sister and the best wife and mother that anyone could ask for.”

“Best mama eva!” Lottie shouted and hugged you by your legs. You chuckled and bent down to kiss your daughter’s head. 

“And you are the best daughter ever.” You claimed as she looked up at you. You looked to both family as you stood there looking at Steve’s grave for a little while longer. Soon, Buck and Sam came along to pay their respects to their best friend ns see you, Logan and the kids. You all stayed there for a while longer before heading to Sam’s place for a Barbeque. You packed up all the pictures and flag before heading out, leaving the flowers behind. One last time, you look back at the headstone and smiled before leaving with your family.

“Happy Memorial Day, Bro.”