#speaking of walls they are made of wood for now but later on I'll try to change them for stone so they are more resistant

[weirdcharacter]

I'm so happy, my house is coming together nicely and I'm also working on the dino-park, hopefully I'll be done with the first step by next week or in two weeks time 🤗

[julemmaes]

Stuck

Elide Lochan x Lorcan Salvaterre modern au

A/N: idk wtf this is, I got an idea and then it spiralled into something completely different and considered how I ended I might write a second part where they fuck it out of their system, just for the sake of it

Enjoy!:)

Word count: ~2300

"No. Nonono, fuck no. Not today, please!" She cried, running her fingers through her hair and pulling at the roots until it hurt. 

Elide groaned, shutting her eyes closed. 

She tried to draw a deeper breath in and when the tight skin dress didn't stretch enough for her to do so, Elide felt anxiety crest. 

"Fuck me," she whined, running to her living room, where the biggest mirror in her flat leaned against the wall. Maybe the problem was that she couldn't see properly and something was obstructing the way. 

Turning with her back to the glass, she started slapping at her back, trying to reach for the zipper. Once her fingers closer around the tiny chip of metal, Elide yanked the thing down. 

Nothing.

She closed her eyes in despair, breathing through her nose. When air got stuck in her throat again she blew it from her mouth. 

Her eyes started stinging. 

"Please, not today." 

She had had the longest day at work and she needed to get out of this dress, so she could decompress after the tiring shift. But no, she couldn't. Of course not. The universe hated her and she was cursed. 

And she was stuck. 

She tried again, slower, gentler. The zipper didn't even shift. 

Elide never really considered herself claustrophobic, she easily got into elevators and toilet stalls without windows. She never felt any kind of panic whenever she was in tiny, crowded spaces and such. 

But she was starting to doubt how much she truly knew herself at this point.

She clutched her neck with a hand, forcing herself to take small, slow breaths, trying to calm down and think of a solution. 

Before she knew what she was doing, she was out of her apartment and striding down to the only other one she was sure wasn't vacant. 

She couldn't waste any time checking which neighbor was home or not and the music coming from apartment E24 was proof enough someone was in there.

She reached the door in the blink of an eye and started slamming her palm against the flat wood surface, so hard that her skin tingled with pain.

"Fuck!" A clearly masculine voice came from inside, “The Police!”

“Shut up, Fenrys, it’s not the Police,” another male voice came through. Whoever it was, they were immensely calmer than the former speaker. 

“Fuck you, Ro, you can’t know!” 

Elide called out, “I’m not the Police, please open the door!” 

“You open it, Dorian." 

“Are you for real?” Another person. 

"You're closer to it—"

"It's your house."

"—and I'm scared."

"Hellas above, I'll get the door." 

Elide didn't have time to step back that the door unlocked and a second later a guy larger than life stood in front of her. 

She sagged, leaning forward. She couldn't help the relieved whisper that escaped her. "Thank gods." 

He opened his mouth to speak, but she was already turning her back to him.

"I'm fucking stuck and if you don't help me right now I might collapse." 

Dramatic much, she could hear her best friend's words in her head. 

"I've been trying to get out of this hellish trap for twenty minutes and I–" she paused, panting as if she'd just ran a marathon, "–I can't really breathe."

When her plea was met with silence she turned her head enough to look over her shoulder and she only then realized how tall the man standing there was. 

He towered over her, by two heads. 

He was staring at her with parted lips and a furrowed brow.

"I'm sorry what?" His voice was rough, scratchy in a way that made Elide blush.

She whined, not above crying in front of strangers if it came to it, "The dress, it won't come off, I need you to zip it down. Please."

A loud, barking laugh came from inside the apartment and then a chorus of various voices started.

"I can't believe this is happening."

"No one will believe us when we tell this story."

"Lucky bastard." 

"I can't believe it myself and I'm living through it." 

Elide ignored the others and focused on the giant guy, looking him straight in the eyes, "Listen I just need you to pull it down, I can't do it myself and I live alone, please I…"

"Okay," he murmured. He stepped forward, lifting his hands toward her dress. He looked at her back before his eyes flitted to hers, "Can I?" 

"Please," Elide repeated. 

She tensed when his fingers brushed her skin, and held her breath when he brought the hems of the dress together and tried to pull the zipper down. 

"It doesn't work," he stated.

"No shit, Sherlock," someone said from inside. "She literally told you that." 

Elide brought her hands to her face and groaned for what felt like the thousandth time that night.

When he stepped back, she turned and eyed the others—there were seven guys, plus the titan standing next to her, in total. They seemed to be in the middle of some kind of videogame tournament. Snacks and joysticks lay everywhere and they were all wearing some kind of comfy clothes.

She had to hold back her smile when she realized she'd walked in on a slumber party.

"Do any of you know how to fix zippers or am I destined to die in this?" 

"I heard using soap works, come inside." 

Elide's attention shifted back to the guy next to her. She had to bend her head back to look him in the face. 

He was wearing black pants and a black sweater, and he had his arms crossed over his chest. He was eyeing her curiously, as if he was studying her. Elide couldn't say she minded the attention.

He was pretty good on the eye, too. 

Another one of the guys shot up, "Sure, let the stranger in, it's not like this is my house."

"You're right, I'm so sorry," Elide looked back at the room. She stepped inside nonetheless, "I'm Elide. Lochan. I live in E27? I think we crossed paths a couple of times?" 

"Oh, maybe." The owner of the house came up to her, extending a hand and flashing her a shit-eating grin, "Fenrys, Moonbeam." 

"Nice to meet you, where do you keep the soap?"

He seemed taken aback for a second and slowly lowered his hand. A few surprised snorts sounded in the room. He pointed a finger down the corridor, "Bathroom."

Someone brushed past her, murmuring a curt come as they passed. 

She didn't have to be told twice and followed the Wardrobe-wide Guy into the flat. 

He moved around the bathroom like he owned the place, and Elide would probably be embarrassed later when she realized she'd literally just barged into someone's house and demanded their help, but she needed to get out of this dress and couldn't really think of anything else at the moment.

"Turn around." 

Elide did as told without a word.

She hissed as a few droplets of cold water slid down her back. 

"Sorry," he grumbled. The soft sound of the soap bar grating against the zipper was the only audible thing. And she was growing aware of her surroundings.

"What's your name?"

"Lorcan." 

"Cool," she cleared her throat. "Cool, cool."

He huffed a breath. His version of a laugh, perhaps?

She felt the dress being pulled down, but nothing unzipping, then he clicked his tongue. 

"It's not working, is it?"

"Nah," he said, putting the soap back and washing his hands. "I could try with some oil." 

Elide let go of a shuddering breath, she just wanted out of it.

When she said nothing, Lorcan rounded her and stood in front of her, glancing down at her face. His chin jutted out, "You okay?" 

She nodded swiftly, offering a tight smile.

Now that she knew someone else was taking care of the issue at hand, she was feeling calmer. And she could think more clearly. 

The guy in front of her was stunning. 

He had long, black hair that reached his waist. Eyes just as dark and a white, deep scar that ran from the side of his forehead down to his temple that appeared even paler in contrast with his dark skin. She wondered how he'd gotten it.

"Are you claustrophobic or some shit like that?" 

That question brought her back to reality and made her aware of the fact that he'd been watching her just as closely.

She shook her head, "I'm just exhausted and I want to sleep. But I can't sleep in this."

His lips curled on one side and after a few seconds where they just studied each other, he jerked his head toward the living room before silently heading back. 

She was on his heels in a heartbeat.

The moment they stepped into the full room, Elide dared looking at the crowd. She stopped in the hall when one of them talked.

"Lorbear, I see you're no good at undressing ladies in distress." 

Lorbear. This group was close.

Elide snorted, rolling her eyes back and then fixing her stare on the blue-eyed prince charming that sat on the only armchair. "You think you could do better?" 

A white-haired guy chuckled, addressing her directly. "Our Dorian here hasn't seen a single dress in his entire life, he wouldn't know where to start." 

She smiled knowingly, enjoying the distraction as much as the friendly banter between the boys.

"Do I need to remind you how you met your girlfriend, Rowan?" Dorian grinned back, lifting a foot to poke at the other's leg.

Rowan—she supposed—tensed and clenched his jaw, slapping Dorian's foot away, "Please, don't."

Elide's interest was piqued, so much so that she wanted to ask questions, but Lorcan's voice called for her from the kitchen.

She waved at the others, "Wish me good luck." 

A chorus of good luck rose from the couches.

"Sorry," she said as she sauntered in the small kitchen, "I got stopped."

Lorcan gestured at her to turn around, "Don't mind them, they're all jerks."

"I like them," she shrugged as she positioned in front of him. "Plus, you're the one hanging out with them, if you really thought that, I don't think you'd be here." 

His fingers slipped under the fabric on her back and something coarse scratched at her skin.

"It's paper, so you don't get oily," he warned. 

"Oh," she was surprised. By the small kind gesture, and by the reaction her body was having to the infinitely unimportant brush of his touch. "Thanks."

"No prob," he drawled, his voice traveling over the back of her neck.

Elide scrunched her nose. What was she doing?

"Would you mind leaning forward a bit for me, 'lide?" 

'Lide.

She was going to die. 

You're not, Manon's voice sounded amused in her head as she obeyed. 

They went through the process again, just for the zipper to not even budge.

He cleaned the metal, wiping it until it was dry enough that it wouldn't dirty her. 

She turned to face him again and he bent his head to the side, scratching his jaw.

"Can I cut it?"

A laugh bubbled up in her throat, "No, it's my work uniform, you can't cut it." 

He stared at her for the longest time, then went, "Are you wearing a bra?" 

What?

Someone laughed from the other room, "Smooth, Slavaterre. Really smooth." 

Lorcan huffed, running a hand down his face, "I was wondering if we could take it off from the head. You know, like a shirt."

Elide suddenly felt stupid. She blushed lightly and muttered, "I didn't think of it." 

"So?"

It was her turn to stare at him, in silence, contemplating her next move. 

The way his gaze didn't falter for half a second gave her a kind of confidence she rarely possesses these days.

She shook her head, "Yes, I am." 

"Do you think you can do it by yourself?"

She nodded.

Lorcan hummed, "I guess my part is done here, then." 

"I guess," she replied, never stepping back from the staring contest. 

When his eyes slid lower, slowly, to her mouth, she smirked. He mimicked her, and his tongue came out to wet his plump lip.

It wasn't her style, not really how she found hookups, but Lorcan was attractive and seemed to be really appreciative of whatever he was seeing in her. 

"What if," she added, speaking so softly that only he could hear her, "I get stuck?" 

Something glimmered in his eyes, and he took a step forward. The movement forced her head further back and when his hand lifted to play with the hem of her sleeve, her arms covered in goosebumps. 

"I could help with that," he rasped, caressing her shoulder. He ran a finger down her collarbone and Elide took a sharp breath in. 

Their eyes met again and she swallowed. 

"Then I'll make sure to call you, if it comes to that." 

Lorcan's lips curled again, tempting, "I would love that." 

Fenrys' scream came sharp as a needle, bursting their bubble of tension and longing. 

"Don't you dare make out in my kitchen!" 

Elide averted her gaze, pushing her tongue against her cheek to avoid laughing. She really liked these people.

Lorcan stepped back until a good two meters distanced them and then inhaled, extending a hand toward the living room. 

She walked out of the kitchen first, heading directly for the front door. 

She spared a long look at Lorcan, letting him see the sincerity behind her next words, "You know where to find me, Salvaterre, if you ever need company." 

She loved the taste of his name on her tongue.

He smirked, taking his stance next to the kitchen door. He nodded his head once, clearly letting her know he would take up on her words. 

She didn't even look at the rest of the guys as she said goodbye and left, closing the door behind her.

She was halfway down the corridor when shouts and cheers exploded from Fenrys' flat.

Oh, just how fast things had changed.

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[reallyromealone]

Title: kingslayer

Fandom: black clover

Pairing: Nozel x male reader

Chapter: one

Warnings: male reader

Notes: slow burn slow burn

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"god, I forgot how comfortable beds are" Long journeys didn't make for the most comfortable sleeping arrangements, the bed much more comfortable than the trees he's slept in. He didn't know much about the clover kingdom, they had a king and a giant skull that (name) was happy he got to paint. The room was warm, with light beige walls with wood beams that matched the old floorboards and bed frame and furniture, small paintings on the walls to give it some light along with candles for later. A small fireplace in the corner a chair to the side and a desk.

It was more than what he was used to.

Knock knock.

(Name) sat up curiously before walking to the door, opening it to see a young woman "Hi! My dad owns the inn... I noticed you didn't have shoes and we had a nicer pair in the lost and found that weren't gross so I thought you would want them... I hope they fit" (name) smiled softly at her "that's very kind of you, here... I would like to pay you back" the wanderer stepped aside and let her walk into his room, a few of his paintings out "I'll make you a portrait..." He said softly and the young woman looked confused "You don't have to!"

"An act of genuine kindness sparks another besides with the cost of portraits these days, wouldn't it be nice?"

The girl had no reply as she looked at his tiny paintings, no bigger than her hand "Whoa..."

"That one is of the heart kingdom, it's very wild there," he said as they looked at the painting of a rare power "I paint things to remember them, one day I may forget these little things and I always want to remember them... Now! Sit with the sunlight facing you! We don't have much time!"

The woman, whom (name) fondly called 'sparrow' posed shyly as (name) painted her "you have excellent bone structure, you would have made a brilliant sculpture in another world" he commented as she looked confused and a bit flustered "you think?" She said barely above a whisper "I do, my former flame had a beautiful facial structure as well..." (Name) had a sad smile on his face as he thought about his former beloved, though he knows she used him... He still wishes he could have been there for his daughter.

"So what brings you to the clover kingdom?" Sparrow asked and (name) smiled "I'm just sight seeing, I haven't seen much of the clover kingdom so why not right?"

Well, he hadn't seen it... recently.

"You have anything here to recommend?" He asked as he painted and the girl thought "there's a restaurant around the corner that sells the best pasta!" She beamed and (name) chuckled at her dreamy expression at the thought of the dish "I'll have to check it out"

"So what kind of magic do you do? My magic is not strong but I can grow plants" the girl said happily, (name) listening before speaking "If you honed in you could probably grow rare roots... Would help make.potions and such"

"I could do that!"

(Name) helped her with making her magic feel more useful as he kept the topic of his magic out of her head but that didn't seem to work "So what's your magic?" She repeated and (name) knew she wouldn't stop so he answered honestly "It's complicated but to try and simplify it... It- it's strong" he couldn't put it into words without exposing himself "If it's powerful, you should join the magic knights!" (Name) looked confused and the other gasped "the magic knights protect and help the kingdom! They're super strong!"

"... there I think we're done" (name) presented the painting to her "It needs time to dry but I think I didn't do half bad" he just wanted this conversation to end, she was a sweet girl but overwhelming, to say the least, and her look of amazement at tge painting mad regime smile "I can keep this?" She whispered and looked at him in awe "Just keep being kind, yeah? And keep your wits about you"

After she left (name) walked to the window and looked at the clover kingdom curiously, perhaps after a nap he could check it out.

"How do we know he's real?" Charlotte asked and Vanessa sighed "Trust me if anyone can fix this mess... It's him" She remembered him fondly, the man from her childhood before she was locked away in the cage, the man who would teach her things about the outside world he was from, her mother spoke highly of him "he was more powerful than she has ever seen", Vanessa said distantly as the others looked curious at her "someone of his description entered the city today," William said looking over the description that was given to the guards "are you sure he still looks like that?"

"I'm sure"

Nozel and Fuegoleon were tasked to look for this man, and the two ended up at an inn, small and unassuming in the lower ends "Pardon me" Fuegeleon asked the innkeeper who gazed from his book, an older man he was with a slight bald spot and beer belly but friendly none the less "oh that guy? He gave my daughter a painting, why did he do something?"

"No, we just need his help"

"He's out right now but he'll probably be back tonight" the innkeeper was relieved the kind young man hadn't done anything, curious on why the two Royals needed him though but decided not to press "may I offer you two a drink while you wait?"

"Ah, no thank you" Fuegeleon always the gentleman said softly and the innkeeper looked slightly saddened as the redhead continued "would it be possible to see his room? To wait?" The innkeeper not wanting to be in the way of knight business let them have the key to the room and even lead the way, the two thanking him as Nozel looked disgruntled in the shabby room but did notice the drying paintings of the capital on the small desk "these are incredibly detailed" he noted to his cousin who hummed "from what Vanessa says this must be him, he was a painter"

The paintings almost looked real if it wasn't for the water color aspect, it was incredible really "How can we be sure he can help us?"

"Frankly I just want to know why two strange men are in my room" a voice broke them from their thoughts as (name) held a paper container of pasta, eating it slowly "Quite rude frankly, just barging into a room someone paid for"

"Are you (name)?" Nozel glares at the man in the ratty cloak with painted designs on it and the inside, little embroidery designs of flowers and what looks to be a family on it all in the style of a child's drawing.

"Ah, that would be me," he said casually as he plopped down in his chair, not even phased "who are you two?" He had a bored expression as he ate more pasta, the girl was not lying this shit was the bomb! "You don't know who we are?" Nozel seethed and (name) raised an eyebrow "Haven't been in the clover kingdom in years, I ain't gotta clue"

"We are the captains of the Silver Eagles and Crimson Lions respectively"

"That a sports team or something?"

"Spo-- we are magic knights!" Noel was about to tear this man's head off but thankfully Fuegeleon stepped in "We were told you could help us"

"And who said that?"

"Someone you may know... Are you aware of anyone named Vanessa?"

(Name) didn't even need to hear the rest as he packed his belongings, his cloak swishing as he put the paintings away "Well what are you doing? Lead the way!" (Name) urged them, a stark difference compared to how he was earlier as he slung his bag over his shoulder "let's go!"

(Name) didn't give a fuck about the palace, eyes looking around curious for one person and one person alone.

Then it felt like time stood still as he stared at him from across the room with people wearing matching caplets.

"'Nessa..." He said as he had finally found happiness, the knights were confused as the pink-haired woman felt tears well up in her eyes.

"Papa..."

[xplrvibes]

Thoughts on episode 2?

It was fine.

I just answered an ask where I kind of touched on the Cody and Satori thing, but it bares repeating - the more I see of that, the more I side eye the entire thing.

It's interesting, but I just...I don't know.

I will say that I find the Abigail ghost, whether real or made-up, to be the sweetest thing on earth with her little excited dances and her whole "yea, I'll protect you guys!" routine.

And, you know she's down to ride for these boys for life after she got hit with the full offensive of the Colby Brock Patented Charm™️, lol. "I know you're the protector of the house, I know you're the matriach, and we want to consider you that as well," with that intensely earnest stare right at where he thinks this ghost is standing.

Like, fuck yea, I will catch a paranormal grenade for you now, you are now my soul child for life.

The Estes Method is always fun, but it's less fun when you've now got TWO people who won't stop bombarding with the questions and the on-the-spot dot connecting. We need less of that. I would love for them to do the old school Ghost Hunters method of just doing this shit and then reviewing the footage later to connect the dots after the fact. I feel like it would be less chaotic and honestly, they'd probably see better results at the end of the day.

Couple of random things that I'll mention, but don't want to dive too deeply into:

Something is severely wrong with their core body temperatures if they can go out into the woods of Rhode Island in August and sleep bundled up like they're in Alaska in December.

The dancing on the grave thing - I feel like doing something like that is way more likely to get you cursed than looking at a factory manufactured reproduction of a doll, but what do I know (I'm sorry Robert, for speaking about your reproduction dolls without your permission).

The REM pod at the door of the library...honestly, I think even when they were standing way far away, it was picking them up. Colby closes the door, and it immediately ceased. I mean, come on.

It was cool that they caught the door opening on camera from two different angles. Getting it from one angle is one thing, but getting it from both sides of the door makes it so much more impactful. Multiple camera angles, boys. More of that.

Oh! The names in the sand thing. I can't believe they are still trying to push that as having been paranormal in nature. It pissed me off when they did this in the video from last year (for that review, feel free to browse my "snc video review" tag, I'm almost positive i talked about that one), but to bring it back and use the people who work in the house and their sort of sus knocking method to "confirm" that this was some lonely soldier ghost who wanted to get with Amanda? No. 0/10 right there.

To end these bullet points on a positive...the Josh shirt pulling thing was pretty cool.

So, the last 30 seconds of this video is not something I am going to discuss, because trust me when I say you guys do not want to hear my opinion on that. You won't like it, I won't like hearing about how you won't like it, and honestly, I don't even want to talk about it. Just know that it deflated my balloon, and let's leave it at that.

But, commenting on the 5 minutes before the last 30 seconds - if anyone ever comes in new to the snc world and asks for a summation of who snc are and how they function as a duo, I'm sending them the clip of Sam deciding to summon every the basement demon to the upstairs and Colby just giving him the most deadpan, "I'm gonna kill you when we get home" look and then popping out from behind a wall (when did he even get there) to start a "I told you not to do that!" argument with Sam right then and there. That was the most long-suffering married couple interaction I've seen them have in a long time.

And then Colby turned into a theater kid there for a few seconds, with that whole dramatic diatribe on the steps about the Perrons. That was...a choice he made, lol.

And then yea, the video ended right when Colby rolled under the table to sleep (cause that won't end with a concussion when you wake up in the middle of the night lol) and I left happy. Nothing happened after that. That's where the whole screen goes black.

I'm giving the video (minus the last 30 seconds that don't exist in my mind) a 6.9/10. It was fun at parts, there was some good evidence, I enjoyed it...but there were some things that didn't hit for me.

Anyway, reminder to all that the preceeding was MY OPINION, and MY OPINION IS NOT LAW.

[honmonoyuzu]

Fairy's Tale

A/n: Sorry for the long wait, I'm so busy with school ;-; i'll try to update more regularly.

Chapter 2: Crystal and Her

“No, I’m not. I’m just a traveler, that’s all” - (y/n) answered  Leopold’s question.

This strike Fuegoleon’s interest a lot. 

From their interaction and the way she speaks and reacts to his actions, Fuegoleon was sure that if she’s not a royalty then she must be a noble. There’s no way a simple commoner could behave in such a way as an upper class could. This made Fuegoleon very surprised. Where is she from? Why did she lies? Those are the questions running through his head at the moment. Yet, he did not ask a single one of them. He thinks she must have a reason to lie, at the same time, it could be quite dangerous if he let another Kingdom’s royalty roam freely in the Capital.

“Then, would you want a little tour of the Capital miss?” - Fuegoleon suggested, this is the perfect opportunity to figure out who this girl is and what is her intention here in the Clover Kingdom. That’s what Fuegoleon thought. But to other, the suggestion is a sign that the Magic Knight Captain took an interest in the mysterious girl.

“Would you not take a rest for the day brother?” - Leopold asks, not forgetting their reason to even enter the cafe.

“No need Leo, a walk around the Capital would be just as nice” - Fuegoleon said - “So, what do you think miss (y/n)?”

‘This is great. A free tour around, there’s no reason to decline’ - (y/n) thinks, completely unaware of the red head’s motive.

“That would be lovely”

“Hahaha ok then, I’ll leave you two to it. I’ll be continuing my patrol now” - Leopold said, waving at them before turning a corner to continue his duties.

The two started their tour around the Capital, the Magic Knight Captain asks (y/n) questions from time to time.

“Miss (y/n), may I ask where you came from?”- He asks, wanting to know more of her profile.

‘Ah shoot, I didn’t think this through’ - (y/n) panic a little - “How about you take a guest, Sir Vermillion?”

‘Smart’ - He thinks - “Huhm… well, from the way you dress, I would say somewhere hot.”

“Close, go on” - She encourages him, wanting him to just blur out a random name and she is just gonna agree with it.

“I’m not sure. There's a lot of Kingdom with hot weather. I don’t want to disrespect your orientation” - He dodged her trap completely. - ‘Now what are you gonna say’

‘Damn this guy. Come on, think. A country in the human world. It doesn’t have to be hot, I can come up with an excuse later’ - “Mali. I came from Mali”

“Oh is that so. You came from a very beautiful country indeed.” - Fuegoleon said - ‘Mali…I’ve never heard of this country before’

This went on as Fuegoleon kept asking more and more questions to know more about (y/n) reason of coming to the Capital and each time, (y/n) would avoid the question or just make up nonsense for answers.

‘This is not how I imagine the tour would be like’ - (y/n) cried inside.

Then, at the corner of her (e/c) eyes, she saw a shop, a crystal shop to be exact. Spotting how (y/n) keeps looking in that direction, Fuegoleon turns his head and a small shop greets his eyes. Thinking that maybe if she lets her guard down, he would be able to pull more information from her, Fuegoleon suggested:

“Would you like to visit that shop?” - He asked, leaning down slightly

“Would you mind?” - (y/n) said, genuinely wanting to go visit that shop. Unlike humans who think crystal is just a decoration, to fairies, crystal can be used as a decor, a healer, it’s a symbol in the Fairy’s Forest. That’s why (y/n) wanted to see what kind of crystal the humans have in store.

“Not at all.”

And with that, they headed to the store. In there, the floor and walls are all made of wood, there’s crystal everywhere. The shop owner spotted the Crimson Lion’s Captain and immediately jumped on the opportunity.

“My, my, what does the great Magic Knight Captain need in my humble shop?” - He says, trying to lick Fuegoleon’s boots.

“I’m here to accompany my friend” - He replies.

The shop owner turns his head and is greeted with a beautiful girl with (h/c) and (e/c). ‘This must be someone important if she’s a friend of a Royal’, thinks the shop owner. He thinks he must present whatever most of the people of wealth and status fancy, expensive and rare products. He takes out a small box with intricate details all over its surface.

“Well, it looks like you just got here at the perfect time, miss. What you see here is THE Fairy Crystal that the Fairy Queen blessed herself with!” - He said in a high tone.

‘My mother? What in the world? This must be a scam’ - (Y/n) said, already feel like leaving this place.

“Is this some kind of joke?” - (Y/n) asked deadpan.

“M-my Lady, why would you ask such a question! Who am I to even dare to trick you? Of course not! This crystal was blessed by the Fairy Queen herself, it can even bring good fortune too. I can guarantee you that!”- said the owner.

—

Knowing that is not true one bit as the Fairy Queen hasn’t blessed a single soul for thousands of years let alone crystals. And even if it is blessed by the Queen, there will be no chance of the artifact being sold in this store. 

‘Is he trying to joke around? No. He’s trying to fool me into buying that thing. How unfortunate.’

“Is there something not to your liking, my Lady?” - Fuegoleon asks, noticing (y/n)’s change in behavior.

“Sir Vermillion…” - (y/n) trailed off. - “Do you perhaps have any kind of relation with the owner?” 

“Hm? No, what made you ask that question, miss (y/n)?” - Fuegoleon asks not knowing what make (y/n) thinks that the two of them are related. If the owner is a Vermillion, there’s a high chance that he would know that the shop existed earlier today. 

(y/n) gestures Fuegoleon to come closer. Him, understanding what she meant, leaned down with his arms now crossed across his chest.

“I think that the shop owner is trying to scam us” - she said with a serious tone.

Fuegoleon raised one of his brown.

“What makes you think so, miss (y/n)?” - he questions.

“I think it’s quite clear that that crystal was not blessed by the Fairy Queen, besides, it looks kinda dull, there’s nothing special about it except for its color. If I’m not wrong then it’s just a cheaper type crystal in a luxury box.” - she whispers in his ear, not wanting the owner to overheard them.

This took Fuegoleon by surprise. 

‘She knows a lot about crystals’

‘Smart’

‘Is Mali a country that has a close connection with crystal?’

All of this runs through his head at the speed of light. All of this he can’t answer, but he knows for sure that (y/n)’s right about the scam.

“Hahaha, thank you Sir for the offer. I will send people over later.” - Fuegoleon said to the owner. His hand guiding (y/n) out of the shop. This make (y/n) feels so betrayed. Why does he want to send people over? Does he not believe her? What? Whyyy??

After escorting a confused (y/n) out of the shop. Taking in what had just happened,  (y/n) snapped, creating more distance between the two of them. Facing the redhead,  (y/n) browns slightly scrunched together, her eyes are staring holes through the man’s face. Cold sweats lightly drip down Fuegoleon’s forehead. It looks like he’s trying to come up with something, some kind of excuse.

Masterlist: here

[whumppmuhw]

Whumptober Day 25: "Why didn't you save me?," stalked*

Part of my Friends To An End story (masterlist)

tw: scars, trauma, stalking, threatened with a gun, long post

*alternative prompt

used this name generator to come up with the name of the investigation unit

Sequel to day 19! I know there's a time jump but bear with me I promise this fic makes sense, plus I might return to this after Whumptober's over to fill in the details along the way

...

Whumpee took a deep breath and opened the door to the main office of the WPIU, the Wessex Private Investigation Unit. She walked to the front desk and greeted the receptionist coldly.

"I need to speak with Ms. Caretaker." She was almost scowling at him, and he decided to forego greeting her with his usual small talk.

"Give me a minute, and then I'll let her know. You can have a seat."

Whumpee sat down on a thinly cushioned chair. She tugged on the sleeves of her blazer and pencil skirt, trying to hide as much skin as possible. Though I don't know why, she thought, he and everyone else here saw me in all my scarred glory back at Whumper's place. I wonder if he even recognizes me.

She looked around the room. The walls were painted a pale blue, bearing photographs and certifications of the people who worked there. There was an overwhelming smell of Febreze, accompanied by noxious undertones of hand sanitizer. The dark wood that made up the receptionist's desk and the frame of her chair and those around it clashed with the room's look too much for Whumpee's liking.

She waited, listening to the receptionist clacking away at his keyboard, then him picking up a phone and talking into it, asking Caretaker if she was free, there's a woman here to see you.

He hung up a moment later. "Ma'am, she'll be with you soon."

A minute later, Caretaker walked in through a different door than the one Whumpee had used. She was wearing a knee-length, form fitting dress and denim jacket. She looked at Whumpee and instantly recognized her, but didn't show it.

"Come on back, let's chat."

Whumpee followed her through the door she had just entered from, down a short hallway and into an office. The plaque on the desk was engraved with Caretaker's name, and both women took their respective seats with juxtaposition to the desk.

"Your name is..." Caretaker began.

"Whumpee. You've seen me before, though I don't know if you remember."

"Oh, I remember, honey." Caretaker placed both elbows on her desk, chin resting on her clutched hands. "You were in that basement, with Mr. Whumper."

"Yes, though that was months ago, now. I'm...free," Caretaker noticed her hesitation in using that word. "...and I want to put it behind me."

"What do you mean by 'free?' Why did you want to talk to me today?" She sat back, picking up a pen and pad of paper, ready to take notes.

Whumpee sighed. "I assume you gave up on the Whumper case-"

Caretaker butted in. "We didn't give up. We would never give up, especially since we knew you were there. Someone, we think it was Whumper, stole all of our physical and digital files of the case and destroyed any leads we had. He also put cameras and movement sensors around the property, keeping us out."

Whumpee felt the bad memories coming back to her, and she huffed as she tried to push them away.

"I know that's not what you wanted to hear,"

Whumpee nodded, avoiding eye contact.

"...but it's the reality of the situation. I'm glad to see you here, out of that horrendous place."

"Why didn't you save me?" It was barely louder than a whisper, and Caretaker had to strain to hear it.

"Come again?"

"I said, why didn't you save me?!" Whumpee was loud and frustrated, and she felt like she was back in her cell on that night, watching Caretaker and her team walk away from her for the first and last time. She thought of the weeks that came after, time spent trapped with Whumper that could have been avoided, and how she had fought and struggled to get free.

"Whumpee, please, calm down. I know you're feeling a lot right now, but we need to work on why you came here."

Whumpee wiped her teary eyes and tried to calm herself down. "O-okay. Sorry, I'm just dealing with a lot." Her voice wavered.

"No need to apologize. You've been through one hell of a time, and I'm really sorry for any of it I caused." Her voice was genuine, and Whumpee relaxed a little. She took a deep breath before speaking.

"Right. Um, I wanted to come to you guys because of something with Whumper." She shook off her bad emotions and tried to sound professional. "I figured you could help me out since you might still have some information on Whumper, um... But you said all of the files are gone, right?"

"Right, but that doesn't stop us from making new ones. Continue," Caretaker stated.

"Okay, so, Whumper...is stalking me. I was able to escape and get far away back to my own apartment, but at first there was a man who would stand in the doorway and stare into my window."

She paused to let Caretaker write everything down.

"Then...then I kept my blinds shut all the time and got a curtain to put over the window, but when I got home at night he would always be there, in the parking lot. I tried to ignore him, but last night he grabbed my arm and talked to me, and I heard his voice and looked at him and knew it was Whumper."

Whumpee's eyes went out of focus and she started breathing heavily. "I wanted to scream, but he put his hand over my mouth and told me not to, and I was scared and I didn't scream, and- and he pulled out a gun and told me not to tell anyone. B-but I'm here, and he doesn't know, and I'm hoping you could help me, please..." Her voice trailed off.

Caretaker finished writing and set the clipboard down. "Oh, honey," she began as Whumpee started crying. "I'm so sorry to hear that. Later, I have some more questions for you about it, but for now, let's find you a safe place to stay tonight."

Whumpee nodded her head.

Caretaker booted up her computer and started searching for local hotels. They didn't have great reviews, which only testified of the awful area they were in. Whumpee caught her frowning at the screen and asked, "What's the matter?"

"I can't seem to find any good hotels we could put you in." She looked thoughtful, and an idea came to her. "If you'd like, you could stay with me for a bit while we work this case out. I don't live with anyone, and I have a guest room ready. I understand if you don't, though, and we can find you somewhere else."

Whumpee smiled. "That sounds great, honestly."

"Alright, then. Is there anything you need from your apartment? I need to stay here until my shift is over, but I can have someone accompany you there and then back here."

"Yeah, I'll just need to pack a few things. It shouldn't take long."

"Okay. Once you get back here, if we have time I'll ask you a few more questions, then we'll head to my place. Sound good?"

"Yep!" Whumpee stood up to leave, but Caretaker stopped her.

"Oh, and Whumpee, I hope we can start over. From everything that happened before."

"Oh, yeah. The past is behind us." Whumpee held out her hand, and Caretaker shook it.

"Good. Let's start over then. Also, I'll have Marcus go with you, he'll meet you out front."

Whumpee left Caretaker's office feeling much better than when she walked in. She was never one to hold grudges, and she hoped that the WPIU would actually be able to help her this time. Caretaker seemed genuinely nice when she wasn't delivering bad news, and Whumpee hoped that they would get along.

By the time she was in the main office, a tall, burly man with short curly locks and the beginnings of a beard was there to greet her. He introduced himself as Marcus, and together the pair walked out, ready to give Whumpee a new start to life.

[casspurrjoybell-25]

ON A NIGHT LIKE THIS - Chapter 8

*Warning Adult Content*

- Dylan -

Although he'd promised himself he wouldn't let his guard down around Jayce, that promise had gone out the window as soon as Jayce's wood splitting accident happened.

It was a flood of emotions for him, guilt that someone had gotten hurt on his watch, sympathy for Jayce feeling like he was unwanted and a yearning on his part to reach out and connect with another person.

And then, embarrassment about Jayce noticing that he'd opened up a little.

On the rare occasions when he'd had the chance to talk with someone, he'd kept the conversation limited to small talk.

He was afraid to open up to people.

He didn't want to do or say the wrong thing and give them a reason to reject him.

People rejected him all the time for what was on the surface and he didn't think he could stand to also be rejected for who he was underneath his tough, intimidating exterior.

For the rest of the day, he was quiet, only speaking to Jayce if Jayce asked a question.

At night, he was hyper aware of Jayce's presence next to him in the bed.

It was still awkward but despite that, he liked having Jayce around.

He wanted Jayce to like being around him too but he didn't know how to be likeable.

Even though he was reluctant, he knew opening up to Jayce and talking with him more would probably be a good start.

Jayce had confided in him about his own insecurities and he had trusted Dylan with information about his family and relationships and his feelings about it all.

Jayce had trusted him with a lot, his safety, his health and his life. 

Now he needed to trust Jayce as well.

- Jayce -

When he woke up the next morning, Dylan was already awake and making oatmeal for both of them.

Before he could get out of bed, Dylan brought one of the bowls to him.

"I thought you said you weren't going to bring me breakfast in bed?"

"It's only happening today. You know, because of your hand."

He sat up, resting his back against the wall, and took the bowl from Dylan.

"Thanks."

Dylan retreated back to the other side of the cabin to stand near the stove and eat his own oatmeal.

He noticed that whenever Dylan did something nice for him, he became more standoffish immediately afterwards, often changing the subject or physically taking a step back.

He didn't know why but it made him want to know more about Dylan's life and how he ended up living like this.

"What are you doing today?" he asked.

"Probably splitting wood."

"Is there anything I can do to help? It's my fault you have to do it now after I failed so miserably on my first try."

Dylan shook his head.

"You should rest today. How's your hand?"

He held it up and flexed his fingers.

"Sore, but I'll live."

Once he'd finished his breakfast, Dylan came back over to the bed with some antibiotic ointment and took his hand.

Dylan unwrapped the bandage and carefully examined his skin before putting more ointment on the puncture wounds.

The side of his hand was a little swollen, but it looked okay otherwise.

After Dylan had bandaged it again, he went outside to start chopping up the logs.

Jayce stayed curled up on the bed and pretty soon the repetitive noise of the axe hitting the logs made him drift off to sleep.

When he woke up a couple hours later, Dylan was inside the cabin and had dragged the chair in front of the wood stove.

He was sitting in the light of the fire and Jayce noticed he was reading a book.

The book Dylan was holding looked tiny in his huge hands.

"Hey," Jayce said.

Dylan startled and closed the book.

"Sorry, you don't have to stop," Jayce insisted. "I just wanted to let you know I'm awake."

Dylan grunted and got up from the chair.

"What book are you reading?"

"It's about environmental disasters. Nuclear accidents, industrial pollution, oil spills. That kind of thing."

"Are you reading it because of your job or because you're interested in that stuff?"

"I'm interested in books about the environment and I like reading in general," Dylan replied, avoiding his gaze.

He came towards the bed and knelt down before pulling a wooden chest from underneath the bed.

Jayce hadn't bothered to look under there, so he'd had no idea Dylan had stuff underneath it.

Dylan opened the lid and set his book inside.

"What's in there?" Jayce asked. "Do you have something I can read?"

Dylan hesitated.

"I don't think so."

"You either do or don't."

Jayce peered over the side of the bed and caught sight of two more books.

He reached for them and Dylan grabbed his wrist.

The book on top was a romance.

It looked like a Western romance, with a rugged, handsome cowboy putting his arms around a gorgeous woman in a pretty dress.

"Are you embarrassed about reading romance?" Jayce asked, tugging his wrist free. "You shouldn't be."

Dylan's cheeks were red and he wouldn't look at Jayce.

"I wouldn't have guessed this would be your choice of reading material but you're full of surprises."

He tentatively reached for the book again and this time, Dylan didn't stop him.

He turned it over and scanned the back.

"Is it okay if I read it? I need something to do."

"It's a straight romance. I don't think that's your thing."

Jayce shrugged.

"Doesn't matter to me. Love is love. Besides, this cowboy on the front is seriously hot, so there'll be plenty in this book for me."

He glanced down at the book that was underneath it.

"Wait, is that Beauty and the Beast?"

"Yeah," Dylan mumbled. "It's one of my favorites. I can kinda relate, you know?"

Jayce laughed out loud.

"Are you saying you're the Beast? Since I'm trapped in your cabin, does that make me Beauty? Is that what we are?"

Dylan's cheeks turned even redder, if that was possible.

"Didn't say that."

"I think I'm a little too average looking to be beautiful but you know what, I'm going to take the compliment and run with it."

It seemed like Dylan was processing the comment and he must have decided Jayce wasn't making fun of him because he smiled.

It was a tiny smile but it was there.

"So you like to read," Jayce said. "What else do you like to do?"

Dylan looked up at him and then back down at the chest.

"Promise you won't laugh?"

"I don't know if I can promise that but if you're asking if I'm going to make fun of you or judge you, the answer is no."

"Fair enough."

Dylan moved a couple items around in the chest and then pulled out a large ball of yarn and some knitting needles with a long knitted rectangle attached.

"Wait, you knit? Seriously?"

It was the last hobby Jayce would have guessed and he almost thought Dylan was messing with him.

Dylan nodded, his cheeks turning red again.

"I know how to sew too. It makes things easier because I can repair my own clothes when I'm out here and learning how to knit gave me something to do in my spare time. It's kinda relaxing."

"What are you making?" Jayce asked, peering at the needles.

"A scarf. I'm still a beginner, so I can't make anything complicated yet."

Jayce reached out and touched the yarn.

It was a deep red color and softer than he was expecting. "

That feels nice."

Then he smiled.

"You're an interesting person, Dylan. Maybe if you had told me you like to read and knit in your spare time, I wouldn't have been so intimidated by you."

Dylan looked like he didn't know what to say to that.

He closed the chest and put it back under the bed and then took his knitting project back over to the chair.

Jayce couldn't help but smile as Dylan sat and started knitting.

Dylan could probably snap the knitting needles in half if he wanted to but he was surprisingly delicate in his movements.

It was mesmerizing to watch.

Dylan must have felt Jayce's eyes on him because he stopped and looked up, the blush returning to his cheeks.

"Do you need something?"

"No," Jayce said, shaking his head and grinning. "I'm just watching. I think seeing a huge, murderous looking man knitting is hilarious. I love it."

Dylan's eyebrows furrowed briefly and Jayce couldn't tell if it was in anger or confusion.

It was hard to tell with Dylan.

"At least you have hobbies," he continued. "All I do is work out and watch TV. I don't really know what I like. I probably wouldn't have seemed as boring to all my boyfriends if I'd actually had a hobby."

"Well, we know splitting wood isn't going to be one of your future hobbies," Dylan said, in a mumble quiet enough that Jayce wasn't sure if he was meant to hear it.

"You made a joke. I think that's a first," he pointed out, still smiling. It made him happy that Dylan seemed to be opening up to him more and letting some of his personality show through.

He saw a hint of a smile on Dylan's face before Dylan returned his attention to knitting.

Then, he picked up the Western romance book and curled up on the bed with it, grateful to have something to do other than sleep or stare out the window.

A comfortable silence settled over the cabin as he read while Dylan knitted, the fire crackled and the snow fell. 

[luxmaeastra]

The war threw him into a whirlwind, it wasn't the same. It wasn't like the stories. It was terrifying. He hadn't even meant to be caught up in this. He just gone to meet more, to see more of the world.

Sarek grabbed his collar and dragged him from the blood, the screaming. He slammed into a wall shoving a blade into his hand.

"An Asteri scared of blood and death? I thought I'd never see the day. Listen to me boy, I have too much riding on this fight. I don't have the time to babysit -"

"I can fight - I can - I am not burden."

His voice was indigent, but even he heard the trembling. Sarek grinned and he suddenly wondered if that was the best thing to say.

"Yeah? The newborn star has our teeth? Let's see - you fight and survive on your own. You make it back to my palace within the week I'll protect you."

He stepped away from, shoving him back into the melee. Rigelus stumbled, the screaming and death. It was too much, so much suffering - it was so much. He squinted agaisnt the rain, the storm clouds blocked out the sun.

"Storms."

He called on that lightning, demanding it fight him - bend to him. He screamed feeling something slam into his ribs. He stumbled, the blood already flowing free. He blinked, the edges of his vision going hazy. The Valg lunged again and instinct took over. The parts of him he knew but never touched. The pieces of him that he meditated to keep in check.

He lunged ripping into the Valg's neck. The blood made his mind sing. Made it all go hazy. He moved, his blade swing again and again. He took more and more.

He was dizzy, wretching in a corner. The stench of piss and entrails making his skin crawl. But even more, that dark part of himself demanded more and more. He looked up as he heard someone scream. He moved, his blade glued into his hand.

Irabel.

Why was she here? Wasn't she - why did he let her -

But then he thought of his own mother. No one told her what to do. Was Irabel like her?

He was moving, running to try to intercept her. But he was too late, these Valg weren't like the ones in the streets. They were ready for him and slammed him to the ground. She didn't stop as he screamed for her help. As they dug their mouths into his skin and drank and drank. He felt them rip at his mind too. He was too overwhelmed to stop them. Even his light was dimning. He would die here.

No. No he wouldn't.

He closed his eyes burying deeper and deeper. He'd delayed choosing which side of his parents he'd take. He never understood why he had to. But then - he knew now why. He knew exactly which one would save him. He held onto his mother's face. Used her as an anchor as he fell and fell. As his body grew weaker and weaker till he touched that kernel of his power. The seed that breathed and breathed.

The light would blind the city for weeks later. It burned and burned. It was a miracle the city wasn't flattened.

--------

Rigelus stared at the whirls and whorls of the wood. He didn't know how to speak. He didn't know how to explain what that year had done to him.

He glanced up though as he heard that music. Nathaira stepped into the room, she looked haggard, tired, terrified for him.

"Oh thank the - Rigelus!"

The smile would devastate them later. It wouldn't as wind and wild as before. It had been touched by the horrors he'd seen. Those shadows would stay, would never leave him now.

"Hi Ma. I'm sorry I didn't choose to be like you."

His words crushed her, the fact that he was apologizing to her for such a thing. No, he didn't need to apologize for anything. He did what he needed to survive, he made the choice wisely and without being forced. Even in that moment, he made the choice which was right for him.

Natharia moved forward, her hand gently brushing back his hair from his face as her expression softened with motherly warmth. She would look at him no different, she would continue to treat him the same.

"No apologizes, even if you didn't choose to be like me you still carry a part of me inside you," she responded with a smile. "You are still my son, still my blood. I don't care what this choice says, you will always be like me."

[onlyheretoread2]

Lovin' my storm part 10

We had lived at the prison for 5 months now and JAXON was 14 months old at this point. Me and Daryl usually stayed in our tower as we didn't give the others time of day. Daryl hunted and I hung out with carol and Sofia mostly.

"hey beautiful" my husband said wrapping his arms around me. He knew I hated when he touched me bloody so I loved how he looked like he just showered.

"hey " I said as I trained my neck to kiss him.

"what's up baby brother!" Merle said as he came down.

Glen and Maggie scurried away and I couldn't care less. Daryl has been trying to find us somewhere to go and the plan is for us ,merle ,and carol with Sofia and Jaxon to skip town when we figure out where to go.

"I'm goin back out later " Daryl whispered to me.

"u just got back" I said as I turned to him .

"it's just 2 days"

"2 days!?" I whisper yelled

"I barely see u as is" I said walking away to the tower. Daryl followed me and we needed to talk.

"I know u hate it here but it's walls. It's safe" he said

"u honestly believe that? Those Woodbury woman are all over u 24/7 ,ur always doing chores and whenever I try to talk u stomp off or say well talk later but later never comes . By the time u come to bed ur exhausted and then u leave" I said as I looked at the ground

"well what do ya want me to do? Huh? I'm trying I can't sit around all day ! U know that!" He yelled making me flinch

He noticed and tried to touch me but I jerked away. "This place is ripping us apart and u don't see it. I don't trust them and u don't care" I said trying to walk past him

"I care about everyone in our family u Jax merle carol and Sofia." He said

"then stay with us more than 5;minutes" I said

"we need to eat and all we do is fight is were up here Ill see u in 2 days damn" he said stomping away

"Daryl"! I hollered he turned "don't do that"

"don't do what? Huh? U obviously ain't happy hell all u do anymore is bitch if I'm not up ya ass. Hell u think I like having to do everything? No I wanna be with jaxon but I gotta do my part! Now if u don't mind I'ma say bye to our boy and go hunting" he snapped at me

"ur always angry now unless I'll laying on my back" I said slamming the door

I heard boots run up and the door open and slam. I sank to my but and held my hands in my knees I hung my head

"that what u really think? That all I want is sex? " He yelled

"stop yelling" I said not looking at him

"then tell me y ur so bitchy all the fuckin time . " He said I don't like the look on his face at all

"Daryl calm down like u said we gotta eat and clearly it the only one here who can handle the woods so go" I said "I just miss my husband " I whispere

"and I miss my wife. The one who could handle herself . The one who loved me and excepted me didn't sit there and whine when I try to provide! I'm sorry I'm not good at this shit u knew that when u married me! Hell the way u are now I wish I hadn't!" He screamed

My heart shattered 'he wished he never married me?'

"look were together and Jaxon needs us both I love u but I'm tired of the bitchin " he said

Lately it's like if I express and feeling other that lust he is always to busy . I miss the man who was protective of me.

I simply layed on the mattress and faced away from him. I didn't speak and strangely I felt numb.

"what u gunna cry now"? He snapped

I shook my head and got up. I walked out of the tower and past merle and carol. They eyed me weirdly but kept playing with jaxon.

_________

Daryl pov

I know I was harsh on storm but I'm tired of it. She barely talks to me and if she does she's bitchin. I'm done with that. I love her and Jaxon though. Well get thru this.

I walked down the steps and hugged my boy. I went to get my pack and storm walked out with it. "Here" she said . She had made it and I tried to kiss her but she simply walked away. I wish she would just cheer up.

I didn't wanna fight so I just turned and kissed Jax again. Merle was staying to protect them so I was ok.

____________

Storm pov

I can't get what Daryl said out of my head. 'the way u are now I wish I hadn't ' he screamed it at me

I took off my rings and wrapped them in a towel. I wrote on it

Sorry I ruined ur perfect life. All IV wanted for the last month was for u to hold me and be with me but the only attention I get is when I'm on my back. Ur always gone . Jax even started sayin dada but uv never heard it. I "bitch" because it's the only way I'll talk to me lately but it's ok. U said plain as day u wished u hadn't married me so we're no longer married u get ur wish.

Good bye daryl

I went out side and talked to carol when merle was gone

"hunny what happened" she asked

"apparently all I do is bitch and he wishes he never married me so I ended it" I said trying not to cry.

"o my god hunny I don't believe for a second he ment that"

"doesn't matter he still screamed it in my face even when I asked him not to yell. U wanna move us into a cell together? Us and the kids?" I asked

" he's done with me so I'm not gunna beg"

"anything for u hun" she said

I walked up and packed me and Jaxon's stuff. Daryl was barely here so he can clean his shit later. We move mine carol Sofia and Jaxon into one of the big cells in block A

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Daryl pov

I was walking when I heard a branch behind me snap. I looked to see fuckin jennifer ,the one know as hoe jenny from the Woodberry people. She looks like storm but she will never be my woman.

"the fuck u want" I asked

"heard u and storm fighting. U really laid into her" she said smugly

"whatever ur doin fuck off I'm with storm" I said as I turned

"well u could have a real woman" she yelled

"gotta real woman u go back to sucking dicks for ramen ho" I said as I sped off

I stoped a few hours later for the night and opened my bag for food. I removed my favorite can of beans and a note fell out bunched in a towel.

I picked up the note and read it. I felt sick. I had really said that to her. Storm is the only one I've wanted ever. "Fuck " I looked and her rings fell out of the towel

I really fucked up. "What did she mean the last month" I thought

I thought back and realized she was right. The last 2 months the only alone time we get is when I want sex or were fighting because she wants me to stay. I remember the look on her face when I left. Blank but her eyes gave away hurt. I hurt the only thing good to me.

I immediately packed up and headed home. I'm gunna stay unless MY family needs somethin. It's a days trip back so I'ma rush

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Storm pov

Merle walked up and looked pissed. "U just moved out the tower"? He seethed

"yea I did" I said blank merle doesn't scare me he never has

"so ur just done with him? He just providing for everyone" he said I looked him in the eye and said

"no he's doin what Rick orders and if I say something I'm a bitch or I'm bitchin at him. The only time I get my husband is when I'm on my back or were fighting and he even said tonight he wished he never married me so believe what u want. I'm done begging him to care. Whenever shit gets hard he buried himself in his head or he snaps and it won't happen again" I said as I walked past. We were out side and merle said

"he really said that"?he looked at me curiously

"yea " I said"screamed it actually after I asked him not to yell" "u know I can't stand yelling"

He nodded "I don't blame ya" he said as he surprised me by hugging me.

We separated and it was actually late. So I got Sofia and Jaxon back to the cell. They were asleep as well as carol and for the first time in 2 months I slept ok. I didn't worry if Daryl was gunna scream or just be out all night again

The next morning I woke again and the kids were asleep so I got up to go get food. When I stepped out of A I saw someone in our tower. I walked up and it was Jenifer

I started walking off but turned back. "What are u doin?" I asked sup the stairs

"fixing Daryl's room u left remember" she smirked as she spoke

"yea I did but stay out his shit ho" I said I started walking up when merle got in front of me. "Move ho"!

She scampered down the steps .

I got food and went back to the kids still snoring I left there food there and went to help in the garden.

When I got to the garden I instantly started but after an hour a familiar hand grabbed me and spun me. "Come on were gunna talk" he said he looked between hurt and pissed

"I'm good I said what I had to and u read the note I see so do what u want" I turned to the garden to see it actually done.i looked up to see carol playing with jaxon .

"storm come to the tower now" he tried to demand

"I. Not going anywhere near that tower again. " I said as I walked away. I played with Jaxon most of the day as did Daryl when I was busy . I'd make myself scarce when he was in the same room and when bed time came I got Jax and Sofia down.

Carol came 'home' as the kids called it and I went outside. I sat in the grass . I wanted dto think without being hounded.

"u moved ur shit and Jaxon?" An angry voice said behind me

"u weren't here he's asleep u can see him whenever" I said coldly I didn't wanna fight. "Just come talk to me" he demanded

I rolled my eyes and walked to the tower. We got in there And I stayed quiet.

"the hell storm?" He said he actually looked hurt

I kept my blank face and said "what do u want Daryl it clearly isn't me I'm done begging or bitchin as u call it so u get ur wish. "

"storm I didn't mean that! U know I can't control my mouth sometimes" he pleaded

"that's no excuse to put me down and scream in my face that's u wish I'd never married me. I loved u hell I still do but I'm done. U read my side now tell me what u want. " I said

"storm please " he said trying to touch me. I stepped away"Jenifer was in here earlier if check ur stuff" I said I'm just want to sleep at this point.

"I love u u can't leave" he pleaded with tears in his eyes. He looked hurt but ghell IV been hurt for a damn month I'm done.

"Daryl I'm in a cell block. U know where Jaxon is. If he matters come see him if he doesn't keep being gone 24/7" ur free now it's up to u" I said I opened the door but he slammed it shut.

"Daryl open the door now" I demanded

"ur not takin my son I ain't no weekend dad" he said sounding angry

"no it just a 5 mins here and there eone now move ur boot" I demanded but before ei could speak my face stung.

My cheek hurt and I looked to see Daryl looking at his hand like he didn't believe what just happened he back from the door once I realized and tears were in my eyes

"storm I..." He started but I flinched away

"storm" he said but I cut him off "don't u ever touch me again Daryl Dixon " I screamed as I ran out the door. I went to my cell and hid . 'he hit me' I thought all night

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Daryl pov

I'm a fuckin monster. I said as I fell to the ground . I hit the one thing that was ever good to me. The one thing that mattered . I hurt her not only mentally but now physically.

Merle busted in"what the hell is storm crying for I can here the screaming from my tower" he yelled

"I'm just like fuckin will" I said and he looked confused

I looked him in the eyes as he asked "the fuck did u do "

"I fuckin slapped her " I said he laughed man she'll survive y'all always come back . Come on let's get drunk

I nodded and walked with merle whisky was what I needed . I'm a piece of shit

After 5 hours of drinking I was hammered my vision was blurry and when I went to walk up to my tower I was grabbed and held up" u ok sugar? "

It sounded like storm and looked like her "I thought u hated me

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Jenifer pov

That bitch don't want him so I'ma get me some Dixon dick tonite. I saw him going with his brother so I figured I'd wait it out . I saw him coming back hours later. He looked drunk and everyone says I look like his wife so maybe I can trick him

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Daryl pov

"I could never hate u hunny" she said

I smiled and as we reached the top of the steps I ripped her clothes off and bent her over. I'm always horney when I'm drunk .

I shoved my dick in her and got I loved the moans. I kept going faster and faster till I exploded into her and she came all around me.

We layed down and she crashed switch me.

The next morning I get woken up to a boot to the ribs. I coughed and when I saw it was merle I said"the fuck bro? "

I layed back and saw something I regretted

STORM

CRYING

WITH A BLACK EYE

I looked down and saw that it wasn't her it was the ho

I got up quick and startled her. Storm just stood there. She staireds into the room as I approached her. I tried to touch her face but when she flinched back I saw her face. A hand print my hand print across her face and her eye. The look in her eyes was betrayal .

"storm please" she said as she simply turned around and walked away. I tried to follow but merle stoped me. "U go anywhere near her even I'll kill ya. That girl gave up her damn life for u ." He growled

"u got me fuckin drunk " I tried but he punched me

"I got u drunk to try to forget what u accidently did but not this. This was u" he said as he walked on. I sank to my nees.

Jenifer walked out and tried to put her arms around me. Carol walked by and her eyes got wide . She was holding my son who looked at me and said "dada"

"get the fuck off me whore u pretended to be storm while I was drunk fuck u" I said I ran and dressed as I raced down the steps to find storm.

I found her in her cell staring into oblivion. "U move on quick damn thought I was worth more than 6 hours " she said with no emotion

"she pretended to be u. Merle got me drunk. I....I...just fuckin kill me" I said as I broke down

"na ur not worth it" she said I watched her start folding clothes

"I found this and decided to go talk to u. " She threw out wedding picture to me. It was sus and u could see her small bump under it . I had my hand on it and we looked so happy.

She walked up and snatched it back she ripped it and handed me my half. "IV forgiving u for a lot of shit and delt with shit for so long but I can't forgive that" she said .

"I know " I said standing. My knees shook "I'll say by to Jaxon " I said

"so ur gunna abandon him now?" She snapped

"I moved here to get some space and u just made it perfectly fuckin clear ur done but now u wanna abandon a 14 month old baby? She yelled

"he is ur son I get that I'm not worth 5 minutes or even the dirt beneath ur feet but if u stop being a dad u deserve to die" she screamed

"I hit u.. I started

"I swear to God if u say I'm just like will I will take Jaxon tonight and u will never lay eyes on him again. He needs a father and I thought u were his. I was willing to forgive but damnit Daryl" she screamed

"u can live in the tower and I can live here. We can work it out. But do not abandon him" she pleaded.

"I won't " I said feeling better knowing she wasn't leaving

She turned and walked to the steps of her cell and froze.

"storm..I started

"why ?" She almost whispered

"why what" I asked I wanted so bad to hug her

"why didn't I get 5 minutes alone for over 2 fuckin months but she gets u as soon as u drink" she whimpered

"storm she pretended to be u when I couldn't see strait. U are work everything and I'm sorry ok. I found us a house . I found it a month ago but I can't find any time to sneak away to inspect it. I wanted to build it up for Jaxon. But I fucked up and lost my temper and now I've lost u"

"u said u wished dud never married me " she she wimpered

"and I wish udv shot me right then I fucking deserved it."

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Storm pov

"and I wish udv shot me then I fuckin deserved it. " I heard Daryl say I tuned to see his eyes and he had nothing but. Sadness and regret I love this man .

I walked up and I don't know what came over me but I grabbed his collar and kissed his passionately. He instantly kissed and I dragged him into the cell I pushed him onto the mattress and straddled him never breaking the kiss.

I finally came up for air and said "I can forgive but I will never forget. We talk now. No hiding shit or fighting. And when I beg for time with u omm not bitch I miss u"

I was crying and he wiped my tears. If we fight again I want u to shoot me " he said he reached in his pocket and pulled out a 9mm bullet "and use this to do it. " I looked at him and saw truth.

I kissed dhim again . He was sitting up and I had on a short dress so he slid his hands under neeth and ripped my panties .

I released his belt and freed him. I reached behind and grabbed a wash cloth and wiped his dick. He looked confused

"removing ho germs that's all. " He snorted and I sunk down onto him. "Fuuuuuckkk so tight" he said

I started bobbing and he said "nah "

He flipped me over and grabbed my legs raising them . My knees were nearly touching my boobs.

He entered me and got he's never been that deep. He started moving and I loved the pleasure cursing thru me. "O my god" I screamed

He snickered and sped up"my god Daryl" I whimpered . I felt my stomach tighten as I reached for my clit. He suddenly pulled out and dove betweeny legs . Fuck it felt amazing we've never done that and my god!

He sucked and licked as I bucked and he shot up re entering me but not letting up in his fingers. I came undone screaming his name and Daryl scream "god damn storm" and I clinched around him and he spilled into me.

We floped down and he adjusted his pants.

I burst out laughing"what the fuck is funny" he asked all seriously

"u know how Carol's basically my mom? " He nodded

"we just fucked don my mom's bed!" I laughed as did he. We were crying laughing. We got up and started to walk out as I grabbed his arm.

"she goes or we do" I said

"Jenifer goes or we do. U said u found a cabin we can go there." I said so we exited the cell after a quick kiss and found Rick.

"what the hell is going on" he asked" Jenifer just came in and said u made her sleep with u? " he accused daryl

"bullshit "we both said " she took advantage of him when he was blackout drunk after a fight." I said

Rick looked stunned we all walked in and I said in front of everyone."either Jenifer goes or we do. "

They all gasped "u can't leave and we can't kick her out" Rick said

I refused to argue" ok " I said as we walked back out

"pack our stuff we're leaving" I said looking at merle and Daryl carol walked up"hunny r u sure?"

"a whore took advantage of my husband last night and they are picking her over the man who provides food . Yeah I'm sure " she nodded and held Jaxon as we packed everything. We all loaded into the red suburban but me and Daryl rode merles motorcycle and I went to say good bye.

"were gone " I said as I poked my head into ricks cell

"gone were ?" He asked

"anywhere but here" I walked out as Rick followed and was pissed.

I simply hoped on the bike as merle drove the suburban and we flipped Rick off. Little did we know a decade later we would see some similar faces.

[barry-j-blupjeans]

30 and Lucretia? :D

30. The painting fell off the wall

((35 situation prompts - still accepting!!))

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The first thing that Lucretia noticed as she stepped back into her office was her portrait. Or rather, what used to be her portrait. The enchantment has faded, revealing the original painting of herself and the other members of... her family? The crew? She wasn't sure what terms to use to define them anymore.

Her desk is turned over, but the swivel chair still stands, though it had been launched towards the back of the room with whatever Hunger attack took place here. The few shelves she had had also fallen, their contents scattered over the floor. Her files were everywhere. Everything was everywhere.

Lucretia heaved herself into the chair and took a moment to just breathe. The last few days had been a lot. With the boys going off to Wonderland and then going offline directly after they had gotten out of Wonderland (Barry had something to do with that, she knew now. But she couldn't find it in her to want to ask yet). And then with the memories and the Hunger and, gods, she was tired.

They saved the world.

What does she do now?

The bulwark staff is now drained of its relic, but Lucretia, frankly, needed it to get around, so she still had it with her. She traded it from hand to hand, not really sure what to do or where to start. The crew surely didn't want her around. Would her employees still like her now that they know she was lying the whole time? Her family- the crew was one thing. She had already been feeling the responsibility of those actions for years. But her employees...

Speak of the devil and he shall appear. The office door opened and Killian stuck her head in. She lingered by the door for a second, as if trying to figure out if she wanted to come further in, and then did so, shutting the door softly behind her.

"Hey, Director," Killian said. "Fun day."

"You don't need to call me that anymore," Lucretia said, feeling her age, not for the first time. "Just Lucretia is fine."

"Lucretia," Killian said, testing it out. Lucretia smiled slightly. "That's gonna take some getting used to."

She nodded, not really sure what to say to that, and adverted her eyes. Killian sat down on the overturned desk, tapping her fingers against the wood.

"It's a fuckin' mess in here," Killian said finally. Lucretia snorted, scrubbing her eyes with her palms.

"Thanks," she said. "I tried my best to be prepared for visitors."

"I can tell," Killian said. "Floor pens are all the rage nowadays, I hear."

Lucretia chuckled and that faded them into another silence. Killian had never been as patient as her, which was honestly something Lucretia admired. But it wasn't helping her headache when she asked, not even a minute later,

"So what's next?"

Lucretia sighed. She sat up a little straighter in her chair. Killian was looking at her now. There was a bandage around her arm and another around where her pants were torn. Lucretia took a moment to remember when she had first met Killian, years and years ago. Something about her made Lucretia feel a little bit safer. And after Maureen had passed, Killian truly had become one of Lucretia's right-hand people.

Here's a little thing the Voidfishes probably hadn't told anyone in their magic song: Lucretia hated lying.

"I don't know," Lucretia admitted, quietly. "I guess I'll have to... disband the Bureau. And maybe-"

"Woah, woah, woah!" Killian said, raising her hands. "Hang on a sec- disband the Bureau? Why?"

"It's... I've served my purpose, Killian," Lucretia said. "I don't know what to do now that the Hunger's gone. It's- I-" Her grip tightened on the bulwark staff. "I didn't plan to make it this far."

"Lucretia," Killian said, standing up. She came forward, slowly, and with her hands out, like one would approach a scared animal. "Listen. I can't pretend to imagine all the bullshit you went through to get here."

"You heard the Voidfish," Lucretia said.

"Yeah, but that's like, facts and stuff," Killian said, kneeling next to her. "It doesn't give me the emotions you felt, Dir- Lucretia. So even though I know what happened, I don't really know what happened, right? That's not the point though. The point is that I can't imagine how weird you must be feeling right now. But you've got so much left to do, y'know?"

She patted the arm of Lucretia's desk chair, looking up with her.

"This here is a good thing," she said. "And I think it's got the potential to keep being a good thing if we work the right angles. I'm not gonna leave 'cus I found out your an alien or whatever-"

"Well, technically-"

"I'm staying because I want to know you," Killian said, gripping her arm. "Not famous Red Robe or Madam Director or whoever. I want to know Lucretia. Because I think that Lucretia wants to help people. And has done so time and time again at the cost of getting her own help. So maybe, while we're working on whatever this will be-" she gestured around the room, "we can work on who that Lucretia is as well."

Lucretia let out a shaky exhale, tipping her head up and blinking away tears. She didn't respond. Killian loosened the grip on her arm.

"Think about it," Killian said softly, standing up again. "No matter which way you go, I wanna be there for it, okay? With you as my friend, even if you're not my boss."

She started towards the door. Lucretia wiped the tears from her eyes. Killian paused in the doorframe again, glancing back at her.

"Carey's making some ramen in our dorm later," she said. "If you wanna come over and hang, I'm sure she'd be okay with that."

She shut the door softly behind her. Lucretia sank into her chair and cried.

[hailene]

Blood Red Running Hood

𝖜𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖜𝖔𝖑𝖋!𝖜𝖔𝖓𝖜𝖔𝖔, 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖈𝖍!𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟐.𝟑 𝐊

𝒹𝒶𝓇𝓀 𝒶𝓃𝑔𝓈𝓉| 𝓋𝒾𝓁𝓁𝒶𝒾𝓃 𝒶𝓊

The cold foggy morning was sending chills down your spine, the coldness reaching all the way to your flesh, to your bones. It was about to rain, you could tell. But nothing could stop you from going to your granny's house, in order to take care of her like you always said you would.

The thing is granny was dead.

You found her months ago, blood dripping from the corner of her mouth, sheets stained. You were horrified, not having seen anything like that before. But back then, a tiny little part of you sighed in relief. Granny was dead. The evil witch you had always been forced to take care of was now dead.

More than that, however, granny was murdered. And as you locked gazes with the murderer minutes after you found your grandmother dead, you body froze. You had heard about werewolves, you knew they existed, but the villagers had always tried their best to protect themselves from such creatures by going on patrols at night, killing anyone and anything that was out of the common. Your village was a small, simple gathering of poor houses. But it was tinted with so much sin and blood that it seemed like the village itself was cursed.

You had heard about werewolves. But you'd never believed you'd actually see one with your eyes. And more than that, you had never thought they would look so... human.

Probably, you would have never been able to tell the man sitting in front of you wasn't exactly human if it hadn't been for the steel-like glint in his eyes. And for the blood smearing at his lips.

For a moment, you were frozen, fear pumping through your veins and making it hard for you to breath. Then, you blacked out.

When you woke up, hours later, you thought you were in heaven. You were sure, absolutely sure that you were dead. But the first thing you saw when you opened your eyes were the steel-like eyes from earlier... except this time, they held some sort of warmth.

You looked around, realizing you were still at granny's, in her bed, with a new mattress, her lifeless body nowhere to be seen. The man sitting on the side of your bed smelled like rain, like mud, like the cold woods and the ashes in the chimney.

"I am Wonwoo," he said.

And you realized the smell was calming you down.

It's been a few months ever since then, a few months ever since you have started lying to everyone around you that you were taking good care of your beloved granny. When, in fact, you were obsessively visiting the small cottage just to meet Wonwoo. Again and again and again.

"What if they find out?" You remember yourself asking in fear one night, between two desperate kisses.

You remember him looking at you with so much love in his eyes that you could feel yourself melting, you remember wanting to pull him closer, closer... even though there was literally nothing between the two of you anymore, physically.

"Then I'll burn the whole damn village down," he answered before starting his hot work on you for the nth time that night.

Just to save you, you knew.

He was driving you insane.

Maybe that was why you couldn't help but come back to him. Again and again and again and...

When you enter the house, you find Wonwoo standing next to the hob, the delicious smell of food tingling your senses. You hum in delight as you close the door and take off your red hood, softly stepping towards the man. You hug him from behind and he lets the pots boil on the hob as he turns around to face you, kissing the top of your head gently. He smelled like rain, like mud, like fire and cold water. He smelled like home.

"I missed you, love," you hear him humming, filling you with warmth.

You haven't had a proper dinner in so long. You didn't have time for that, since you were always busy collecting the mail from the villagers and writing replies in the name of your beloved dead granny. She has always been seen as the wise woman, everybody was asking for advice from her. You knew everybody's secrets, you held way too much power for a little, young, unskillful witch.

But they didn't have to know that.

You occasionally told Laurette, your care-giver, that you'd stay over at your granny's. The woman was obviously glad that she wouldn't have to make sure she gives you any sort of dinner. You didn't quite stand her either. Ever since your parents passed and you and Kai, your younger brother, were given to Laurette to take care of you until you'd be able to take care of yourselves, your life had been a never-ending series of cloudy days. Kai used to be the only one able to cheer you up after a long, tiring day.

But now, Wonwoo could do much more.

A soft whimper escapes your lips as he goes down on you after the dinner, the dim light of the candles painting his skin in godly shades of gold. He was a murderer, an evil, a beast according to the villagers. That's why they didn't have to know about him, they didn't have to know about the two of you.

You had to admit that despite his humanly appearance, his werewolf features were showing sometimes, especially in bed. Sex with him was amazing. He was teasing, rough, but extremely good and even though you could have been scared of the extra-terrestrial strength of his choke-hold, you couldn't help but feel lured in towards him. You were obsessed.

"You should stop coming around for a few days, love," Wonwoo whispers after collapsing next to you.

You knew why. The full moon was coming.

He kisses you softly as you drift away to a sweet sleep. He was gone when you woke up the next morning.

When you returned home that day, you could feel that Laurette's gaze on you was different. Even if you didn't want to pay attention to it, the tiny drop of magic that was running through your veins was making it impossible for you to ignore it. It was almost like you could taste the fear in the atmosphere at home.

"What's wrong, Laurette?" You ask as she passes by your room with a heap of rags in her arms.

She looks at you for a few moments, as if she was surprised that you took notice of her behaviour. Then, she shakes her head, rushing towards the kitchen like she'd seen a ghost. You frown, unable to understand her behaviour. Did something happen while you were with Wonwoo last night? What could it be?

The answer, however, was about to be given to you in the form of Kai hastily waking you up the following night, incomprehensible cries and panicked whispers escaping his lips.

"Hey, hey, what's wrong, baby boy?" You ask while cupping his puffy cheeks, sleep still clouding your judgement.

"Fire, Y/N, they fire," your little brother cries.

You frown confused, rubbing your eyes to wake up.

"What fire, baby?" You ask as Kai starts crying harder. "What are you talking about?"

"They're coming, I've heard they want to burn the witch on a rug, Y/N!" He cries and your blood runs cold.

They can't possibly know, can they?

"Witch, baby boy? What witch?" You ask softly, trying your best to hide the panic.

"I-I think they were talking about y-..." he tries to say but you cover his mouth softly, your limbs already shaking.

"What else did you hear, baby?" You ask, trying to keep your voice steady.

"They w-went to granny's h-house," he cries softly. "One of them wa-was... killed by-"

You didn't need anything more than this.

You get up from your mattress and put some clothes on, helping Kai to dress up as well. You take your blood-red hood and put it on, kneeling next to your brother afterwards.

You could already hear loud voices outside.

"You go to the water wheel and hide there until I come to get you, okay?" You speak, holding him tightly. "If I don't come by dawn, you run and never come back here, okay?"

"B-But, Y/N–"

"Y/N loves you, baby boy, Y/N loves you so much," you whisper as tears come streaming down your face.

Kai starts sobbing too. It breaks you.

"Chin up, baby, okay?" You say, trying to get a hold of yourself. "Just have faith and trust Y/N."

Before your brother can say anything else, you jump out the window.

You run through the night, far away from the angry voices and fire torches. You run through the woods, mindlessly, only having one thought in your mind.

Wonwoo.

Was he okay? Did he kill yet another villager? You were aware of the fact that he was so far from being a saint and that it wasn't the first time he'd kill one of the people in your village, but that only made you love him more. You weren't much of a good character either.

As you reach the cottage in the woods, you realize it was vandalized. The few pieces of poor furniture were broken, pots, candles and papers thrown on the floor. The few remaining potions, herbs and spell books you had stored were all torn open, pulled out from the secret places you thought you had secured them in. It was all a mess, a bloody, ruthless mess and the deep animal scratches on the wall weren't making it any better.

No sign of Wonwoo.

As you look around more carefully, your blood runs cold. You shouldn't have come here.

It was a trap.

"The little witch is here," the man in front of you shouts and you here footsteps coming from the outside.

Before you can turn around and run away, more men enter the cottage, blocking your way, and panic rises from the pit of your stomach, your vision getting blurry. Seconds later, you feel something hard hitting your head from behind, letting you fall in a dark abyss.

Before you open your eyes, you feel warmth, heat. You feel fire. And as you open them, you realize why. Your body was tied to a wooden rug, surrounded by a circle of flames. It was hot, almost unbearably.

"The witch woke up! It's time to burn her back to hell!" You hear someone screaming.

Your eyes meet Laurette's figure and you feel your whole body filling with so much rage that you swore the flames around you started burning brighter. And then you see it, the whole village gathered around you in hateful circles, looking at you as if you killed their families. Maybe you did. But not intentionally.

Rocks and sticks were being thrown at you, curses and words spit in your direction, but nothing that your mind and body could cope with. Your time has arrived, you were getting the fate that you deserved, so now, you could only hope that your brother and your lover were going to be okay.

You are a witch after all. You are evil. And you have been too stupid, too careless to keep on living. You deserve to die. You deserve to be burnt on a rug.

As one of the villagers approaches you with a lit torch, you hear a freezing growl, not that far from where you were. Moments later, the fire surrounding you starts reflecting in different places. You think it's your mind going insane, you think it's your vision getting damaged by fear, by defeat, by the unnerving warmth the flames were attacking you with. But as you hear the growl getting louder and the panicked screams of the villagers running around, you realize something went wrong in their plan.

You can't help but laugh as the villager who was coming towards you starts running for his life, screaming as the grey wolf with fire in his eyes starts chasing him. You couldn't be afraid of the wolves. You couldn't be afraid of Wonwoo.

People slowly disappear, corpses taking their place, the fire slowly starting to take over the whole town. You were surrounded by a realm of flames and you felt like you were on fire yourself, but you were laughing like a maniac, unable to control yourself.

Your curses worked. This God-forsaken village was now burning to fucking ashes.

You feel something or someone untying your wrists and ankles from the wooden rug and as you turn to look next to you, you meet the steel-like gaze of the man you were so in love with. He picks you up from the torture place and rushes out of the fire, running and running until you can actually feel the cold night wind whipping your bare skin.

Wonwoo turns around to look once again at the burning village, the fire contrasting with the dark night in such a sinfully-pleasing way. You adored that.

"It's finally gone," he whispers, your mouth watering at his hoarse voice.

I'll burn the whole damn village down, you remember.

You pull him by his torn shirt and he looks at you, warmth shining in his eyes brighter than that goddamn fire. You kiss him hungrily, tasting the smoke, the blood and the mud on his lips. It was all sweeter than honey, more addicting than any sort of herb you've seen before. This was Wonwoo, the forbidden taste you have always, always been longing for. Now you had it. And in the devil's name, you regretted absolutely nothing.

"The water wheel," you choke out as you pull away, your lips swollen, tinted with blood. "We have to find Kai at the water wheel."

[razrbladekiss]

Tyrants | Chapter Two - Gutless

WORD COUNT: 4k

WARNINGS: Death (murder), brief descriptions of gore, Isla and Jax doing something very illegal

MASTERLIST

The morning sun was beating down upon the pair a little bit harsher now, inducing a sheen of sweat to coat over Jax's forehead.

But the perspiration could've formed as a result of coming to the realization that he'd just blown the brains out of an ATF agent, left his body to decompose on Tara's bathroom floor, and spilled his guts--not even twenty-four hours later--to Isla.

Jax knew that he could trust her with anything--he always had been able to trust her with anything. But there was something telling him that she didn't exactly feel too wonderful about his revelation.

Her arm lifted to run across her forehead, ridding the skin of a few salty droplets.

"What do you mean--"

"I mean I put a bullet through his fuckin' skull and blew his brains out, Isla! That's what I mean."

He ran a thumb over his lips, realizing that he should've kept his tone subdued so close to the main doors of the clubhouse.

"Jesus, Jax." She breathed out, pinching the bridge of her nose as he started to pace quietly. "I--I can't believe you're telling me this."

Well, she could. Really, there wasn't anything she could've put past Jax anymore. And when it came to Tara...The man was an idiot. Always had been.

"Why was Kohn even at her place?"

Jax was fidgety. Uneasy. She couldn't blame him for that, could she? Because he'd just fucking killed a man--but still.

He wasn't even trying to hide it.

"Or did you lure him there or something--"

"Shut up." He growled, grabbing her bicep with his left hand as he pulled her to the side of the building. "Just listen to me."

"I'm listening, Jax, but you don't seem to be telling me a lot."

Realizing that he wasn't offering very much explanation, he nodded. Jax let go of her and beckoned her closer, pleading eyes melting her fucking heart.

"Isla, please." He wrapped his arms around her, minding the bloodied shirt.

"What do you want me to do?"

Ringed fingers splayed over her cheek, pushing stray blonde hairs out of her face. He sighed hard. Exasperated.

"Help me get rid of him--"

"Jackson--"

"I'm not asking you to lug his dead body to the creek and throw him in. I'm just asking you to offer a helping hand and be a lookout or something."

Isla searched his features for a morsel of something that'd indicate Jax was messing with her. But he was dead serious--his face set to neutral, eyes glazed over.

"But--I--what about Cameron?"

"Tara and Chibs have it covered." He murmured, heeding the apprehension sail over her.

She was as strong and willing as she possibly could've been. Isla was consistently the person that Jax and Opie would turn to for advice when it came to their girls, or when they needed to be pointed in the right direction.

But he'd never asked her to do such a thing before.

Her loyalty outweighed her nervousness, however. He knew she'd never say no to helping him with such a matter--but it was still asking too much.

Chibs would've been furious that Jax felt it necessary to beg Isla for assistance during such a time, too. Hell, Gemma would've admonished him for it.

"Where is he?" She mumbled, hearing the clubhouse door open and an irritated grunt sounding from the front of the lot.

Jax held her close to his chest, a hand tracing over the skin of her shoulder that'd been exposed as the shirt fell to the middle of her arm.

"Tara's place." His whisper was monotonous, bordering on lifeless.

"Okay--when do you need to do this?"

He eyed Tig storming from the building and toward his motorcycle, completely unaware of the two conspiring.

"Tonight." His voice came low and gravely. "I'll ride to her place now, and you go home, get yourself cleaned up, do whatever you've gotta do today, and we'll head there--"

"I'm not cleaning myself up. I'm already covered in blood--I don't think I need to destroy another shirt."

"Okay." Jax's lips rubbed together, almost turning upward into a smile. "But don't follow me out, alright? Go tell Gemma that you don't know where I went, and then you take it from there."

"And if Tara asks..."

A gentle kiss against her forehead almost forced tears to collate in her eyes.

"She won't ask--she knows I've gotta do this."

Isla silenced herself, though she nodded and watched as Tig--pissed as hell--rode out of the lot and onto the street.

She guessed that he was still piqued after she and Chibs yelled at him.

And she was still pissed at Jax, but for a different reason now.

This time, she wanted to slap the shit out of the blonde idiot standing before her, requesting help with disposing of a literal dead body.

Isla couldn't quite believe that Jax had turned to her and not somebody like Opie--somebody who would be able to help a little more physically--but she could only assume that it was more of a trust thing.

He had a lot of faith in her and she lauded that. But it also saw her get thrust into some questionable situations.

"You look like you're gonna puke." Juice stifled a laugh as Isla padded in, the bottom of her shirt wrenched between bloodied fingers. "Are you good?"

"Yeah." Instantly, she responded. "I'm fine. I just need to get my purse."

Clay was nowhere to be seen--possibly in the back room with Chibs and Tara--but Gemma's eyes focused on the blonde's form as she strolled across the wood.

"You don't look fine. Come sit for a little while."

"I'm gonna head home--"

"Where'd Jax go?" Gemma cut in, lifting an eyebrow conspicuously.

Tell Gemma that you don't know where I went.

"I don't know." She frowned, sitting on the barstool opposite the woman. "We shared a cigarette, talked about Abel, and then he told me he had to go--where, I don't know."

Did she feel bad about roping his child into their little lie? Yeah, a bit. But it was foolproof. Gemma never would've suspected anything to do with Abel because, really, Jax brought him up to everyone whenever he got the chance to.

"Ah. He's probably headed over to see him. I'll go--"

"I wouldn't." Isla pushed. "He's trying to get some alone time with him. He said that he hasn't really been able to spend one-on-one time with Abel all too much."

Which wasn't a lie. Jax needed to spend those rare solitary moments with his baby because his mother couldn't seem to leave St. Thomas for more than three hours at a time.

Gemma just hummed, turning away.

She knew how he felt. But she was Abel's grandma--she just wanted to know that he was safe and being looked after.

"I'm sorry, that was mean...I just think he's a little confused right now, and could use five minutes with his son."

"No, you're right." She nodded, unable to heed the trepidation flitting over Isla because she felt bad about coming down on Gemma in such a way.

That woman was a Godsend to Jax, his children, and even Isla's family. She didn't deserve to be randomly admonished for wanting to visit her baby's baby. Not after everything she'd done for them.

Well, besides trying to murder the mother of Jax's first born. That was a little fucked up--even by SAMCRO's standards.

But Isla adored her. For everything she had done for her during the time she'd resided in Charming, Gemma was regarded extremely fucking highly in her book.

"Go home, baby. Get some sleep, too--you need to rest."

Isla waved her off. "I'm not tired, just feelin' a little gross."

"I'd bet." Gemma pushed her lips together, smiling as much as she could've. "You go yourself pretty again, and swing by later for dinner."

"Yes ma'am." She mock saluted, reaching for her purse.

Goodbyes between Isla, Gemma, and Juice were uttered for a few moments before the blonde made her way to the door.

Her eyebrows raised inquisitively, urging her to turn back to the duo.

"Gem?"

"Mhm?"

"Was Tig alright?" Sincerely, she asked. Feeling a little guilty about snapping earlier.

Gemma didn't say anything but her head bobbed in confirmation, providing Isla with the answer she needed.

The Irish in her shone through during instances like those. She was brash in her actions, words, and the fact she'd always speak before she thought--but the solemnity with which she would ponder, apologize after making a mistake, was just so plainly Irish.

Isla was kind. Caring. Nurturing. She was everything that SAMCRO was not--but, at the same time, everything that Chibs was. Reliable. Loyal. Committed. A true ride or fucking die.

Everybody trusted her, and nobody second-guessed confiding in her.

And, once again, that had its reparations alongside a multitude of perks.

"Holy mother of Jesus." She cursed, the unmistakable Belfast twang flickering through her brusque tone.

Jax haphazardly pulled the bed-sheet over Kohn's lifeless frame, turning to face his little friend who was, to put it lightly, fucking stunned.

"You sound super Irish when you're mad."

"I'm glad you could recognize that I'm mad at you, Jax." Her eyes never once left the outline of that dead body half on Tara's bedroom carpet, half on the tile of her en-suite.

Getting to her knees, disregarding an incredulous amount of blood decorating the walls and carpets, Isla pulled the floral cover off of Josh.

She sighed. "Why'd you do it?"

"He was stalking Tara--"

"So you just blew his fucking brains out?!" Her shriek was guttural. "Jesus Christ, Jax. And you idiots think that Tig is the one with a trigger problem."

"He does have a problem, and you know that! This was different!" He countered, pulling her to her feet. "This was fucking restitution, Isla!"

"No." Calmly, she stated. Her glare piercing. "This was fucking stupid. Possibly the most idiotic thing that you've ever done, Jackson."

His head shook as he sneered, towering over her. Isla felt intimidated. For the first time ever, she felt an unwavering sensation of overawe whilst in the presence of her best friend.

"He was a bad guy. He had to die."

"But he was fucking ATF! Hale is gonna get your ass, and there's nothing Unser will be able to help you with once he gets wind of this--"

Isla's voice cracked around a small sob. She wasn't even aware of the tears welling in her eyes, but they were there the entire time.

It was the thought of Jax making one incredible life altering fuck up--one that he wasn't going to save himself with a bribe, or the simple luck of a good connection to Charming PD--that was maiming her uncomfortably.

Jax's arms wound around her trembling waist, hugging her tightly against his palpitating chest.

The sheer terror visible in her mannerisms was what frightened him. Isla never seemed to scare very easily--or, at least, she didn't show it.

She was fearless, but she was still human. And he had only seen her crack twice. Both times because of the club, too.

"He was stalking Tara." He reinstated, circling his fingers over Isla's svelte spine. "They dated when she was in Chicago, she broke things off but he was a clingy motherfucker and he wouldn't leave her alone."

"She should've gotten a restraining order or something." She mumbled into his chest, sniffing back tears.

"That's the thing. She did. But he broke it by coming back to Charming, pretending to be setting up shop at the PD with Hale, but he followed her around town for a couple weeks instead."

"And nobody questioned why he wasn't getting anything done?"

Jax's head shook. "He was still working for Chicago--or so he said, anyway--so Hale just assumed any intel for whatever the fuck it was he'd been workin' on was going straight back to the big bosses."

She was struggling to follow on.

It was such a convoluted scenario that Isla never thought she'd become entwined with--though, with Jax and Charming being, well, Jax and Charming, she didn't know why she ruled something of the sort out.

"Are you gonna tell Gemma and Clay--"

"No. This is between us, and Tara."

Isla didn't have the energy to bicker with him again. She didn't want to bicker with him again, truthfully.

"Alright, what's the next move, then? 'Cuz this pig can't stay wrapped up in a sheet for too much longer or else he's gonna start to stink this place out."

Jax situated both hands against crimson coated shoulders, lightly pushing her backward so she could look up to meet his gaze.

"I got a plan. But I don't think you're gonna like it."

His eyes went straight to the lighter atop Tara's bedside table, right next to the pineapple scented candle, and she sighed hard.

The man was so sadistic. It wasn't even slightly discreet anymore, really.

Whereas Clay had always been ruthless, remarkably barbaric toward those who had wronged him--or anyone, really--Jax had more of a moral compass. Not much more, but a little. And that was the sort of thing that tied him straight to JT.

But Clarence Morrow had a much more potent impact on Jax's life, thus the man's foibles ended up transpiring to his stepson.

"This is seriously fucked up."

"I know." He didn't even try to argue, pushing Josh into the small grave he'd spent the last ten minutes digging at the pit of a deep, deep ditch.

Isla's body was below freezing, cold and uneasy at the prospect of potentially being caught, or assumed as an accessory to the murder of a federal agent.

"I'm sorry for roping you into this." Jax stated, almost reading her mind. "I just didn't know what else to do."

She ran a hand over his forearm, resting her head comfortably against navy-cotton covered flesh. "I know."

He didn't expect the woman to douse the dead body in gasoline, set it alight, and wait all night for the corpse to torrefy entirely--but she was there now. There was no reason she shouldn't go to the trouble of lighting the first match.

Tara should be the one doing this, Isla thought to herself as the small stick caught alight. She dropped it atop the sheet, taking a few steps backward when the thing immediately shot up into thick flames.

Jax engulfed her warmly with both arms, holding her tightly as if continuing their prior embrace. It felt safe, unusually so. But, to Isla, it felt like he was scouting for that security more than what she was.

"I can't believe you committed murder for a woman that you haven't seen for ten whole years." She laughed against his sweatshirt, eyes watering. "Is there something going on with you two again?"

"No." Huskily, he responded. "There isn't, and there won't be, either. I just swung by her place to make sure she was alright--I knew she was having trouble with that fucker--and he was there. I had to do it, Isla."

"I know."

She didn't. She did not know. She did not want to know, either. She couldn't fucking believe he'd acted out so rashly, how he was so trigger happy.

Jax was morphing into a different man and she couldn't help but pin that on the club.

"Is she alright?"

"I don't think so." His mumble was barely audible, but she caught it.

Isla squeezed his arm reassuringly, knowing that he felt bad about bringing that sort of trouble to Tara.

"She will be." She confirmed. "She's a strong girl, Jax, she'll be okay."

It didn't kill her to speak positively about Tara, she still held a place in her huge Irish heart--but it was an odd sensation to be mentioning her at all.

Ten years had passed by and Isla wasn't even certain that she was still alive. Her concern for the doctor seemed to dissipate over time because Tara didn't want anything more to do with them, so they didn't try with her.

Maybe it was a pang of jealousy that held her back. She was undeniably envious of the fact that she'd gotten out of town, worked her ass off, and experienced bigger and better things.

But, essentially, everything led back to Charming, and Tara Knowles had ended up falling into that same heap of trouble she left behind a decade ago.

Isla pulled her cellphone from the back pocket of her jeans, groaning when she saw the time.

"We've got an hour before Gemma wants us for dinner. You think this son of a bitch is gonna turn into dust within the next sixty minutes?"

"No." Jax laughed, leaning to his left and propping his head atop hers. "But he'll be unrecognizable in the next twenty."

"Perfect."

It was barbarous. Vile. Inhuman.

Isla's mother would be spinning in her grave if she knew the chaos she'd managed to find herself meshed with. Diane would kill Chibs, too.

She'd kill him for roping her baby into such malice after leaving Belfast. She'd want to throttle the Scottish son of a bitch for welcoming little Isla Áine Telford to SAMCRO, to Charming, to Jax fucking Teller.

They weren't natives to the small town, nor were they natives to California. Chibs had just moved from charter to charter. Continent to fucking continent. And taking his little angel along for the ride wasn't exactly planned until his late wife took her very last breath one stormy morning.

It was the most upsetting thing he had to do, telling his daughter that the woman she looked up to and adored with every fiber of her being wasn't coming home.

He'd been in the army, he'd seen things no man should've ever seen, but the sight of that six year old--teary-eyed and partially cognizant--was something that cut him so deeply, Jimmy O'Phelan's mark didn't seem to scratch the surface of Chib's inconsolable hurt.

"I think we're good now." A little nervous, Isla noted.

She simply couldn't wait to get out of the bitter chill, into a hot shower, and to the dinner table at the Teller-Morrow residence.

Jax surveyed the scene. He crouched down, heeding the flicker and sick crackle of flames engulfing the barely fleshed body.

"I think so, too." He confirmed, throwing her the keys to his SUV. "Get outta the cold--I'll finish up here. K?"

She nodded, clutching the chain close to her chest.

Isla wasn't sure how badly she was trembling until she sat still in the passenger seat, watching the club's VP commit the unspeakable.

Really, she wasn't shocked to find out that Jax was capable of the sort. Burning a man dead was better than burning one alive, and she was thankful that Josh had been put out of his misery before his body was cauterized into dust...Which was more than what could've been said about Kyle Hobart.

She remembered overhearing the club's plans to sear, or slice, the SAMCRO tattoo from the back of that brute once they'd gotten wind of his inability to black it out.

And she would've felt bad about that man getting viciously harmed, if he didn't fuck Opie over and subsequently land him in Chino to serve five years away from Charming and his family.

It was cruel, she knew that. To blowtorch the MC tattoo from the stretch of his back, was fucking cruel. Isla knew that Tig was adept at causing such blistering agony, but she didn't think he would actually go through with it, least of all with such delight.

Isla feared that man sometimes. Clay's right hand, the man who sought to protect her, fucking terrified her because he was so unpredictable. So fast acting.

"He's done." Jax officially confirmed, sliding into the driver's seat. "You okay?"

She was staring off into space, her eyes glazing over at the realization she had just helped dispose of another human being.

"Isla--"

"I'm good." Finally, she spoke. "I just--uh--I just wanna get cleaned up and head to dinner now."

He pinched the keys from a frail palm, sticking them into the ignition. All the while wondering what the fuck he was going to do with the shaken up woman to his right.

Twenty-three years of friendship, and Isla never once thought she'd be involved in such incredulous activity. Jax never thought she'd get hauled into it either, really.

Juice was right. She looked like she was going to throw up, all pale and sickly.

He had done that. Jax was, essentially, the reason that Isla seemed as though she wanted to crawl out of her own fucking skin. Granted, she was already feeling rather discomfited after tending to Cameron's laceration for hours on end--at odds with her father and Tig for that time, too.

But now this...This made Isla feel horrible. Dirty. Disgusting.

"You want me to tell Gemma you're not feeling it tonight?" Jax looked beside himself, noticing her head hanging low as she flared out of the window. "So you can skip seeing everybody--"

"No." Flatly, she responded. "No, I wanna make sure Tig doesn't hate me."

"Why would he hate you?"

"I yelled at him." Isla sounded downcast, sad. "He was watching, being awkward, trying to tell me what dad and I were doing wasn't going to suffice, and I just snapped."

In understanding, he hummed. He knew how irritating Alexander Trager was. Irritating, insufferable, it was all the same.

"He won't hate you for that." Comfortably, Jax rested a hand on Isla's thigh.

She barely felt the ringed fingers gently gliding along her jeans as she shook. It was a tremor, light and unnoticeable to the naked eye, that Jax felt reverberate through his entire body through his palm.

"I don't think he's managed to be pissed at you for more than fifteen minutes at a time."

"Yeah." She mumbled, shifting awkwardly. "Yeah, you're right. I'm too sweet for anybody to stay mad at me--"

"I wouldn't say you were sweet."

She smacked at his hand with a laugh, throwing her head backward as her smile started to fade.

It was bittersweet.

Bittersweet because she was realizing that Tig had pardoned her for being a bitch, but she had also just disposed of a dead body on the side of the freeway.

Bittersweet because, now, there was no clear path for her and Jackson and whatever happened was just going to happen and they had to grin and bear it. Pretend it wasn't eating them from the inside out.

Bittersweet because their families--their family--were currently sat around the oak table in Gemma's dining room, waiting for the pair to waltz in after doing the most heinous.

Bitter. Fucking. Sweet.

"Where were you guys?!" Tig pointed his beer bottle at the duo, heeding Jax's hand in Isla's back pocket.

Of course, to Trager, that was more than just a comfort thing. He didn't know what they had just done--nor would he--but she was going to let him believe whatever the fuck he wanted to as long as it wasn't the actual truth.

"It don't matter." Clay dismissed, gesturing to Jax and Isla's designated spaces at the table. "They're here now. That's all I care about."

Her smile was warm, friendly and welcoming while she sat in between her father and partner in crime. Literally.

Chibs nudged her. "You alright?"

"Yeah." Slowly, she uttered. She reached for the wine glass that Gemma had so kindly laid out for her.

The two blondes made eye contact for a few moments, Jax's crystalline hues completely lifeless. Arid. He nodded toward her, an indication that he was feeling alright.

But Isla...She wasn't. Lying through her teeth was the only feasible means of getting over this. Whatever this was.

"I'm fucking brilliant, dad."

[imagines-by-a-typical-fangirl]

Unexpected Places (Pt. 11 of 11)

Pairing: Ivar the Boneless X Reader/Bjorn X Reader

Word count: 2 K

Summary: As a princess, you've lived in a golden cage all your life, always a piece on someone else's game. But everything changed when the Norsemen came crushing down on Wessex, like waves in a violent storm. Their king spared your life and decided to take you with him to his kingdom, in what felt more like a rescue than a kidnapping. There, you were not only confronted with a completely different culture and lifestyle, but also with two of his sons. The oldest one has his eyes set on you, but it's the youngest one, Ivar, who gets who claimed your attention since the first sight. And he seems to have an unnamed interest in you. Of course you hoped whatever that was would pass, but when unexpected feelings start to flow a different way, things begin to change.

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Walking slow, you keep up the pace of a heavily pregnant Aslaug. The news of the child on its way came on the last day of the feast for your wedding and it was well-received by everyone. The snow falling gives Kattegat an amazing look, with everything painted white. The ocean is starting to freeze, but there are still boats coming and going, doing the last trades by sea before the ice keeps them away, having to endure the walk instead of sailing here.

Heading to the main hall, you stop when Aslaug stops, a hand on her swollen belly. “Everything alright?”

“Yes. I just need to lie down for a while.” She answers, setting in motion again. “Ragnar sons are always–” She's cut short once you enter the hall, the high number of people gathered around getting both your attentions. “Did something happen?” She asks, raising her voice. Ragnar comes to stand beside her, very protective ever since he found about the pregnancy.

You make your way to where Ivar is, seated on Ragnar's throne. “What's going on?” You ask him. “Bad news?”

“Boats were seen sailing this way.” He answers, gesturing, and dismissing the men. “With your brother's flag.”

“What the hell does Aethelwulf want?” Shrugging your shoulders, you stand beside Ivar, who takes your hand and places a kiss on it.

“Ask father.” He says, clearly annoyed.

Raising an eyebrow, you look at Ragnar. “Last raid I might have left implied that you were here on Kattegat, so... I think they came to take you back.”

“Why would you do that?” You inquire, hands on your hips.

“They were really pissing me off.” Ragnar justifies, and you roll your eyes.

“Are they coming for war?”

“No,” Bjorn says, entering the hall and dusting off his clothes from the snow. “I don't think they're planning on battle us, on our ground, with such few people.”

“Good. It means I can just tell them I don't wanna go and they'll leave.” Sighing, you look at Ivar. “And here I was planning on asking you to take me on the next raid.” You complain to Ivar, shooting Ragnar an angry glance. “England came to me.”

“Missing home?”

“Are you seriously asking me if I want to sail for weeks, stay on a camp in the woods for the entire summer for any other reason than to staying with you?” Faking an annoyed tone, you raise an eyebrow at Ivar.

Giggling, he bites his lip, nodding his head. “My mistake, princess.” Winking, he turns his attention back to his father. “Let's do what we have to do and get this tiny problem out of our lives so I can enjoy winter with my wife.”

“Speaking of enjoying the winter, I'll fix myself a warm bath and I hope you to join me.” With that, you turn around and head inside, ignoring the low chattering your words caused.

The word got out, you think, about Ivar being able to perform sexually. But since you were the first one to know, you don't mind the gossip.

The girls don't take much time to get everything ready, and you let them help you undress before you step into the tub. You always use Ivar's tub now, since you just moved into his bedroom after the wedding. As if you weren't sleeping here before. A few moments later you hear Ivar coming inside, taking off his clothes before joining you, making the hot water spill off when he moves inside, settling down next to you.

“You're so beautiful.” He whispers, immediately pulling you into a kiss, and you can't help but smile as you cave in, running a hand through his chest.

“Thank you, handsome.” You mutter when you pull away to breathe, biting your lip.

“Won't you even consider it?” You don't follow, so you pinch your eyebrows together, looking at your husband.

“Consider what?”

“Going back home.” There's fear in his voice, and that's a sentiment he only shows to you.

Ever since the announcement, Ivar has been listening to some rude things. People are mean, some of them at least. They say you'll leave him, trade him for a full man. That you'll get tired of him soon enough. You've been into awful arguments with some people about it, and Ivar have nearly killed a man a few weeks ago. With time, these comments are fading away, but it always gets to him. And when it happens, it's your mission to reassure him your love hasn't changed, it has only gotten bigger.

“I am home.” Caressing his cheek, you smile. “This is where I belong.” Your voice fades when you remember you have something to tell Ivar. It's been a while since you've been feeling odd, and your period is very late. “Actually, I need to talk to you about something.”

He furrows his eyebrows, a question on his face. “What is it?”

You know he wants kids, you've always knew. And you've been waiting until you're sure. And you're kinda sure at this point. “Ivar, I... I may be with child.” Speaking low, barely a whisper, you focus on his expression, trying to read it.

But you don't need too much. Ivar's lips break into a smile, and he kisses you deeply, until you're out of breath. “I'll be a father.” He says when you pull away.

“Yes, you will. And if it depends on me, you'll have a bunch of children, my love.” You can't wait to tell everyone, to let them know Ivar can do what they all doubted.

“I love you, (Y/N). More than everything.”

“We need to talk names now.” Giggling, you caress his face. “Everyone will have a suggestion.”

“We'll have to do it later.”

“Later? Why? Are you planning on doing anything now?” Smirking, you don't need any other answer than the kiss he gives you, and suddenly all the rest is put aside for a moment.

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Hours later, when the sun is about to set, you're at the docks, watching as the two boats approach. A great number of people came too, of course, to see how it'll play out. There are soldiers, ready to fight if that's the case, but if it depends on you, it won't come to that. It doesn't look like they're here for war.

It gets your attention when one of the men, standing on the edge of the ship, recognizes you. He raises his eyebrows, but you don't show any expression. Slowly, he and a few men step out of the boat, eyes scanning through the Vikings, ready to defend themselves and their leader. That's when you recognize the man, Sir Wilfred, one of your father's man, now working for your older brother. He was kind to you, so you don't have your walls all the way up.

“Princess (Y/N).” He greets you with a small smile, taking your hand and placing a kiss on it. “It's a true blessing to find you alive and... Well.”

“It's good to see you too, Sir. Hope you made a safe trip here. But may I ask why did you and such a small army bothered to sail all the way to Kattegat?” Cutting straight to the point, you offer him a small smile. Ivar, who stands beside you, gets a worried stare from Wilfred, and you can feel his anger emanating.

“King Aethelwulf, your brother, sent us. After Ragnar Lothbrok told him you were here, brought by your own will, he decided to give you a chance to reconquer your old life, as a princess, by his side.” There's more than he's saying because you know your brother. It doesn't sound like something he would say. Aethelwulf wants you back because he can't even begin to imagine who would want to stay here. And he's ego demands him to try and get you back, so he can present you to his court, telling them how you came back to your senses and abandoned the barbarians.

“Tell my brother I have no intention of leaving Kattegat.” You begin, getting a weird expression from Wilfred, and some of his men start gossiping with each other. “I made myself a home here, among the Vikings. I even married one.” Gesturing at Ivar, you have to bite back the laugh that threatens to emerge at the surprise on Wilfred's face. “This is Ivar the Boneless, my husband and the father of the child I'm carrying. And I believe you know him very well Sir.”

“My princess, I don't understand–”

“I'm thankful for this... Rescue party you brought with you across the ocean, but I don't need to be rescued.” Cutting him off, you step back a little, gesturing at the people who stand behind you. “This is my place now, my people. My house, my King and Queen, my husband and friends. I'm not being held against my will. In fact, I didn't come against my will.” You raise your voice, so all of his men will listen, so the truth can find a way to your brother's ears. “With the same people you call soulless, barbarians, monsters, I found great happiness, something that I never had back in England. And I apologize if you had to endure such a journey for nothing, but I won't be going with you. And, just in case you were ordered to take me by force, I must advise you not to try it. Because you will lose.”

“My princess, those aren't the orders,” Winfred speaks again, clearly uncomfortable. “King Aethelwulf commands that, if you are indeed here by your own will, and refuses to return home, he will tell your people you died, and never again you'll find refuge in his kingdom.

Laughing a little, you shrug your shoulders. “So be it.” You simply say, looking at Ivar, who has a smile on his lips. “I'm not going anywhere.” You tell most to your husband than to anyone else. “It was good to see you one last time, Sir Wilfred.” But now I must ask you and your men to sail away from Kattegat. Your presence here isn't welcome.”

“I wouldn't stay even if you invited me, Prin... (Y/N).” He quickly corrects himself, and the change of humor makes you giggle.

“I wasn't planning on inviting you, Sir. Have a safe trip back to England.” Nodding at him, you turn around, walking away with Ivar next to you. Everyone steps out of your way, and you notice how some of Ragnar's men take a position to follow the Saxons back to their ship and until they're far enough from the town.

The commotion soon stays behind as you make your way back home, the wind, which gets colder by the day, messing with your hair.

“I love both of you,” Ivar says, out of nowhere, making you stop on your tracks by the main hall's entrance.

“What's that now?” Squinting your eyes, you stare at him, a chuckle caught in your throat.

“You make me happy. Like I never thought I'd be.” He comes closer, a hand on your belly. “This child is the very image of what we feel. And I never thought I'd ever love someone this much. Or that someone would love me even though–”

“Well, I love you. Just the way you are.” Your heart warms up at his smile, genuine and kind. “Now, let's get inside. It's getting cold.” Taking his hand, you pull him inside.

Many things are on the way now. The child, the raids, on which you do want to go every once in a while. The road is long and full of surprises, but you're willing to enjoy every step of the way. You never thought this would be how your life turned out, but as crazy as it is, it's good. It's the proof that love and happiness can be found in the most unexpected places, and you found both those things in a town across the world, with people who live in a completely different culture, in very different ways. But you would do it all over again, and now that you're here, you'll never take things for granted. You'll never trade this for anything else, not even for the throne of Wessex. This is far more valuable than all the crowns of the world.

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[swordofpevensie]

As I've seen it again, here are my favorite things about Prince Caspian (2008):

warnings: It is a very long post and I can't help but swear sometimes.

• How Caspian is confused all the time.

• Prefossor: “Don't use that until you really need to use it.”

Caspian: *Uses it the first time he is in danger.* Good job boy, good job.

• “Phyllis.” “SUSAN!” (Lucy does the same thing in tvodt *emotional voices*)

• That disappinted look in Susan's eyes when she sees Peter fighting, and they way she doesn't do anything to help him. Like girl they are beating your brother??

• Edmund comes and saves Peter by simply jumping on everyone who is trying to hurt Peter. We love a clever and quick boi™

• Lucy's little comfort to Peter. *sniffing*

• Peter's iconic hair, that rebel and sassy hair.

• “I'm not touching you!” “I'M NOT HOLDING YOUR HAND!”

• How happy they are at the beach and the way they finally can have pure fun. *more sniffing*

• Narnia is so beautiful in summer and Pevensies look so beautiful too.

• And for my own please, I'll mention how beautiful Peter looks when he is playing in the sea and walking among the ruins.

• The way Lucy holds Peter's hand to show him the way and THE TORCH SCENE GETS ME EVERYTIME.

• Everyone is like where the hell are we and Lucy is just enjoying her apple.

• And again for my own pleasure, I'll mention how beautiful Susan looks.

• “wHiCh cHeSs sEt?” “whOt?” We love a one confused king.

• That shot when they all stand in their places in the ruins and Peter says “Cair Paravel.” I'm like YES SIR I'M READY TO SACRIFICE MY WHOLE LIFE FOR YOU.

• I'm lowkey attracted to General Glozelle. (shameful sniffing)

• I like it that Edmund is the first one to figure out what might have happened to Cair Paravel. And our confused king is again like “whOt?”

• C'mon Peter is very committed to make a torch and it is SO CUTE. And Edmund watching him is so funny, he is like ‘I'm about to end this man's whole career.’

• I'll not tell my thoughts on the time Peter takes his sword. I'm trying to be a good. *choughs*

• Boom! “Drop him!” YOUR QUEEN IS BACK YOU IDIOTS! OOOH HOW I LOVE SUSAN.

• Peter jumping to the water and Lucy using his dagger to cut the ropes.

• “High King Peter, the Magnificent.” I mean if I were magnificent just like him, I'd tell it loud very frequently too.

• Edmund using sword... 10/10 His final pose 20/10. *chefs kiss and sniffing*

• “Or do I have to sit on your head again?” Narnians and humor? Count me in!

• Caspian's accent... YES SIR.

• “I'm Prince Caspian... The tenth.” and “High King Peter, The Magnificent.” are cousins and you can't tell me otherwise.

• “Running away.” Oh just come into my arms you sad and broken boi. *too many sniffings*

• Proffesor inside: Eheheh they are back. You are a dead man now Miraz.

• That underwater shot... 10/10. Peter paddling... 10/10. All of them sitting in silent, sadly... Okay this one hurts A LOT.

• “We didn't mean to leave you know.” *no more sniffing i'm crying*

• Lucy greeting and trusting in a bear is me vs. life. Susan saying a bear to stay away from Lucy is me vs. life again.

• Peter helping Lucy to stand up and her hugging Peter for comfort.

• And that bear scene is very clever to me. It shows that those bad times have an effect on everyone. How even Narnians, kind, gentle, happy Narnians turned into wild creatures because of bad times. Also Susan not killing the bear immediately shows how gentle she is and she always gives a chance.

• “I can hear you.” We love a done™ prince. And him asking questions about Narnia is so cute!

• That zoom to Caspian's face is kiLLING ME.

• AND REEPICHEEP I'd kill and die for him unless he kills and dies for me first.

• CENTAURS ARE BACK!!! Oh I love them so much.

• “You can't carry a map in your heads.” “That's because we have something in them.” LUCY DIDN'T STUTTER.

• “i'M nOt lOst.” My baby tries so hard I love him bye.

• “OH SHUT UP!” is one of my favorite Peter lines. Also he is very sassy and why is no one talking about it?? (I'll talk about it later btw, eheh)

• IF SOMEONE BELIEVED AND LISTENED TO LUCY THE FIRST TIME SHE SPEAKS, THINGS WOULD BE SO MUCH BETTER AND EASIER FOR ASLAN'S SAKE.

• And Edmund supporting Lucy? We love a supportive and cute brother.

• Caspian is so brave and the speech he gives... *CHEFS KISS* I mean I would fight and die for him too. And when Narnians believe in him, I cry even more. (++Ben Barnes' voice in that accent... Gets me every freaking time).

• The look in Peter's face when he sees the making of the bridge. He is like “Not my kingdom, you bitches!”

• The conversaion between Lucy and Susan... I hate to think their struggles, adjusting to Narnia, adjusting to England.

• Lucy telling a tree to wake up is me vs. life, again.

• The way Peter just comes and hides her out of nowhere... WE LOVE A PROTECTIVE BROTHER.

• When Caspian and Peter fights... Okay, for your safety I'll shut up but the way Peter is ready to hit him with a rock is both funny and shows how a quick and smart fighter he is.

• “PETAH!” Okay Susan, we get it honey.

• “Well if you like, we can come back in a few years.” LIKE WHY IS NO ONE IS TALKING ABOUT HIS SASS??

• “You were right to fear the woods.” IS. EXCELLENT.

• Caspian and Peter walking in the front and talking casually. My heart goes *butterlifes* *looove*

• When the papa centaur rises baby centaur's sword... *a loud sniff* .

• I love that there are pictures of Pevensies and Golden Age on the walls. It makes me feel so majestic.

• Caspian: *dramatically lights fire*

• They are looking at The Stone Table and Caspian in the back is like look at the mess you made.

• When Peter and Caspian talk at the same time.

• “There is always a first time.” THAT. SASS. AND CONFIDENCE.

• “We could collect nuts!” “Yes, and throw them at Telmarines!” Reepicheep... Love you babe.

• Okay the whole castle stuff is so freaking cool until the last minutes. Like Edmund and his torch, Susan and THE WAY HE KILLS A MAN BY THROWING AN ARROW.

• But... Caspian babe, kill your bastard uncle anyways.

• And it just should be said: I love how Narnians are always ready to sacrifice themselves because freedom is much more important than their lives. They are not afraid of death as long as it means to get freedom back.

• That poor cat... I don't know what to say.

• You are attacking a castle and your baby Caspian just casually knocks the window.

• Professor doing his best to help Caspian escape and then seeing him back in the castle again... I mean a disappointment level I can relate.

• I wish I could be woken up at night by Caspian, with a sword on my throat? Depends on my mood.

• Miraz being so done is a mood.

• They all are in Miraz's bedroom like:

• Edmund literally headbutts a man wearing a metal helmet. I am speechless.

• You don't have sword? Don't worry you have a torch... just don't break it.

• Reepicheep and his friends pushing that thing makes me cry and scream.

• “Who exactly are you doing this for Peter?” THE LOOK ON PETER'S FACE.

• When Peter screams “FOR NARNIA!”

• My Queen Susan throwing an arrow to man and killing him despite his armour. I. LOVE. ONE. POWERFUL. QUEEN.

• Sometimes I wish I was an minatour.

• Edmund kicking that dude's head by sliding. A simple and powerful move.

• OKAY SO MIRAZ PUSHING THIS MINATOUR IS VERY PERSONAL TO ME. AND I AM VERY PISSED OF.

• And that minatour holding the door. I love you, you strong and scary baby. And I always will.

• When Edmund casually jumps back, I hear Blow Your Mind by Dua Lipa playing.

• That moment when other Narnians are trapped inside and Peter and Susan watch them... MY BABY PETER HAVE HAD ENOUGH PLEASE LET HIM REST. And Edmund seeing the dead bodies...

• That agressive “HEY!” from Caspian and the way Peter and him just scream at each other, idk what to say but it is sort of funny.

• When mama centaur cries, you know I'm dead on the floor.

• King Miraz getting on his throne... Sassy and majestic af. He is a psycho but you know he has taste.

• “What do you want? Congratulations?” Okay Caspian put that sarcasm down babe.

• When my mom watched the scene where The White Witch sort of comes back for the first time, she was like “Not that bitch witch again.”

• The way Peter pushes Caspian is skcjskfsj MOVE BITCH GET OUT THE WAY

• And Edmund killing the wolfish thing is so cool, he is a very talented warrior. Also him stabbing Jadis, he gives like zero fucks.

• And when the ice is broken, they see Aslan on the wall and it is such a strong scene!!

• Can someone please explain me why Miraz and his men wear those freaking helmets?

• “And she won't be alone.” WE. LOVE. ONE. SUPPORTIVE. AND PROTECTIVE. SISTER.

• No, Caspian you may not, no matter how hot you say Miraz.

• Edmund in Miraz's place... Just perfect. That sass, that confidence, that intelligence. THAT look on his face.

• “Your brother's sword is sharper than his pen.” It is an adage in Turkish btw: “A pen is sharper than a sword.”

• “Or hooves.” Lucy, was that joke really necessary honey?

• THE LOVE OF MY LOVE AND MY ONE TRUE LOVE PETER SAYING “WELL, FEEL FREE.” AND “JUST. ONE.” WITH A BRAVE LOOK ON HIS FACE IS THE CAUSE OF MY DEATH.

• Queen Susan standing on her own, holding her bow to hunt men... YES. QUEEN.

• Proud brother™ Edmund.

• The way Peter snarls at Miraz. I mean I WOULD SURRENDER TO HIM.

• AND MAY I HAVE YOUR ATTENTION FOR PRAISING WILLIAM'S ACTING? He fights amazing and his expressions are both beautiful and real. He makes you feel what Peter feels. I just love the way he portrays Peter.

• “Keep smiling.” King Edmund just knows things.

• And the way he just doesn't listen Peter and fixes his arm... 10/10

• When he hits Miraz's wound. He is a smart fighter, and I'll not even bring up how he stabs Miraz.

• “It's not mine to take.” Me inside: *MINE IS YOURS TO TAKE.*

• Caspian just stop screaming and kill this bitch for Aslan's sake.

• “Not one like you.” WITH TEARS ON HIS BEAUTIFUL BLACK EYES. I HATE HIM SOMETIMES.

• Although I hate that they have to fight again, what the Lord did was really smart, I have to admit.

• Have I told you that I hate that ball-throwing-machines?

• Queen Susan telling archers to get ready and Prince Caspian telling “Narnians, attack!” while riding his horse. ALSO WHAT THEY DID WAS SO CLEVER. PETER COUNTING WITH THAT BRAVE FACE.

• My baby Peter fighting again. And Caspian coming out of the underground. *CHEFS KISSES*

• KING EDMUND RIDING A HORSE AND ARROWING PEOPLE?? MORE CHEFS KISSES.

• Reepicheep's tiny armour OMG

• I HATE THAT BALL-THROWING-MACHINES.

• When they all run again (Not to mention Peter has to attack and fight like for like the hundredth time) THEY LOOK FREAKING GOOD AND MAJESTIC AND KING EDMUND CUTTING MEN IS PER.FECT.

• I AM IN STRONG NEED OF HUGHING AN ASLAN.

• THE TREES ARE COMING BACK HELL FREAKING YESSS!!!

• Queen Susan killing with this bows and arrow is just perfect. I love her. Like so much.

• Ooh there is shield wall? Don't worry Narnians will jump on it.

• Peter proudly saying “Lucy,” and looking at Caspian like “Hehe did you expect that?”

• And my baby yells “For Aslan!” and goes to fight. AGAIN.

• Lucy and her dagger? FREAKING DANGEROUS. RUN AWAY.

• Welcome water grandpa, you are very cute!!!

• Aslan is like hehe this is my friend. He is very proud of his friend.

• The guilt on their faces when they see Aslan is so cute.

• “All of you.” SHUT UP YOU MADE ME CRY AGAIN.

• OH AND REEPICHEEP. PLEASE I LOVE HIM SOOO MUCH. HE'S HAD ENOUGH.

• Aslan calling him “Small one.” awWWW

• “Do you see him now?” QUEEN LUCY NEVER STUTTERS.

• Okay but the way they all look perfect during the parade. Caspian's crown and Susan's dress are my favs.

• AND THAT LOOK ON SUSAN'S FACE. IT KILLS ME.

• What the hell is Caspian wearing when Telmars go back?

• There is a talking lion in front of them and Telmarines still are amazed by a turning tree.

• Peter looks so good in blue and him giving his sword to Caspian is awwww again.

• Peter and Susan are the ones who'll not come back again and they both wear blue while Lucy and Ed wears green.

• Peter shaking hands with the centaur is an another awwww.

• The kiss makes me feel weird but I'm alright with that.

• “I'm 1300 years older than you.” is CUTE TO ME.

• Peter's proud brother smile. 10/10

• The way Lucy looks back at Aslan breaks my heart.

• THE ENDING KILLS ME. DESTROYS ME. VANISHES MY EXISTENCE. THAT LION ROAR. THAT SONG. OH HOW I LOVE THIS MOVIE AND NARNIA MOVIES... I AM CRYING AGAIN.

oooh okay, thank you for sharing this emotional roller-coaster with me. i hope you enjoy it.

love, andrea.♡

[headinthestaticsky]

The Phenomenon of the Immortal Sun: Jasper Hale x Fleur Swan, Chapter 5

None of the characters in Twilight belong to me, all rights go to Stephenie Meyer.

"Where did I go? When did the sun rise? How did I fall? Got lost in the moonlight."

Where did I go, by Jorja Smith.

At first, I didn't know where I was the room was pitch black. But then, I heard the water, my eyes opened... I was here again. The part of my mind that I was in during my transformation of being a vampire. But this time, a small yellow light filled the room. Its soft warm glow pulled me in and unfroze me from the wind that held me down. It was familiar yet nothing I had ever come across. I reached out to touch it, it was just out of my fingertips grasp when...I woke up... The sun was set by the time I woke again, it looked late out.

"Fleur...you're awake." Jasper said relieved, a small smiling was on his face.

I looked around the room, I saw the Cullens, my dad, Bree and... Seth? What was Seth doing here?

"What...happened."

Carlisle looked a little wearily before speaking.

"Well... I found out why your eyes have stayed red all of this time."

"Yes?..."

"Sometimes depending on the health, the human's body is in when they're turned into a vampire there blood can protect certain organs and systems...during the venom change, preserving it to be in its human state that before the human was turned."

"Uh, that is very interesting Carlisle but you do know my father is here right?"

"I know everything now Petal... I got a slight hint when you pushed that thing into a tree and it snapped in half..."

"Oh...okay. Wait, certain organs can be preserved by my human blood?"

"Yes...including the reproductive system..."

Dad, Alice, Dean, Emmett, Bree, and Seth left the room, wanting to leave the 4 of us alone.

"Oh..." I had to wait a few seconds for Carlisle's previous statement to sink in.

"OH..."

"Wait a second are you telling me I'm."

"Pregnant...yes." Jasper interrupted. He looked so happy, his eyes were lit up with joy. Rosalie looked like she was going to explode with excitement. I, on the other hand, was in shock.

"Umm...Not that I'm not happy with this pregnancy but...how can I conceive exactly... Jasper's a vampire..."

"Well certain aspects of a vampire area are replaced with venom, tears, saliva..." Carlisle started

"Okay, I think I got the idea. So me fainting in the woods was triggered by my son?"

"Yes, it...wait your son?" Carlisle inquired with a tinge of humor in his voice.

"I just have a strong hunch it's a boy," I replied.

"I don't know darlin, I think it's a girl."

"I'm with Jasper on this one Fleur... it's totally a girl." Rosalie added.

I giggled before my mind began to wander off...

"Carlisle, I can't even fight off a vampire without passing out, how am I going to be able to hunt? Is he a vampire or human?"

"We'll figure something out feeding wise but when I took an ultrasound I got a heartbeat, so I believe it is human... its heartbeat was slightly faster than a human baby but it's a heartbeat nevertheless."

"Do you know how long the pregnancy will last?" I asked.

"We're not sure, it is growing quite quickly so I don't think it will be a full 9 months."

"Okay, how did dad react to... everything?"

"He thought it was a joke at first." Jasper replied.

"But he eventually believed us, he's glad he knows everything now." Rosalie added.

"C'mon darlin, let's go to the lounge," Jasper said.

I went to get up but my legs were like jelly, I collapsed bracing myself on the table I was laying on.

"Whoa." I said quickly.

Rosalie and Jasper helped me up and guided me to the lounge room. I saw Seth and Bree sitting down with each other, holding hands and just talking amongst themselves. I laid down on the white couch, everyone was observing me.

"Uh... I called Bella, she said she and Edward are coming back early she said she wants to talk with you. She didn't sound to happy. " Dad explained.

"Dad... why did you call her? She's gonna try and kill me for taking her away from her 1 on 1 Edward time." I whined jokingly.

"Petal...you're a vampire, I don't think she'll have a chance," Dad said chuckling.

"Wow, that's a sentence I never thought I would say." Dad mumbled to himself.

"Edward hasn't turned Bella yet?" I inquired raising my head up to look at Carlisle.

"No, he didn't trust himself enough to do it."

"Well, I love you Petal I better get going, I'm beat." Dad leaned down and kissed my forehead.

"Love you too dad." The front door closed a few seconds later.

"So how long do I have before Bella and Edward come back?"

"They'll be here early tomorrow morning, 4 or 5 am," Esme answered.

"I'm going to end up getting my head ripped off." I mumbled, my head had begun to pound.

"I'm sure Edward will be fine with the situation." Esme comforted.

"And Bella?"

"Ehh... we'll see." Esme said ensuring.

Timeskip: 4:19 AM

I hadn't been pregnant for long and already my body was starting to feel its effects. My head constantly pounded and my thirst seemed never-ending. I couldn't move very far and I felt quite dizzy. Rosalie was sent out with Carlisle to collect animal blood for me since I wouldn't be able to hunt on my own. The rest of the Cullens left Jasper and I alone knowing I was overwhelmed with everything that happened. My head was on Jaspers lap and he was stroking my hair back, it was comforting. I could sense Bella and Edward had made it back to the house, her blood still made me sick. It was as if my senses were heightened, I could hear and smell even farther than I ever could before. I groaned and turned my head toward the couch.

"What's wrong darlin?"

"Bella and Edward are back...her blood is making me sick."

"Her emotions are giving me a headache," Jasper complained.

"Haha."

"You're so cruel."

Before I could rebuttal I heard the front door fly open, and the sound of two stomping feet entering the room.

"Why in the hell did I have to leave my honeymoon?" Bella asked demandingly.

I slowly raised myself up and turned toward them, both of there faces were screwed up with anger.

"Well one: dad got attacked by a vampire and found out our secret and two..." I stopped and looked at Jasper, an unsure look was on my face.

"She's pregnant," Jasper said for me.

"WHAT? That's impossible!" Bella screeched. I rolled my eyes and held my head.

"We need to get that thing out of you." Edward spat out, walking toward me. Jasper immediately got up and got in his face.

"Back off." He hissed.

"Guys! We could use some help in here!" I yelled.

Alice, Dean, Emmett, Bree, and Esme rushed in.

"What's going on here?" Esme asked, a stern look was on her face.

"How could you let her keep that...thing?!" Edward yelled.

"Excuse me, it's a baby dumbass." Emmett snapped.

"Oh, how do you know that?" Bella said, rolling her eyes.

"Carlisle said that when she was changed some of her human blood protected her reproductive system, so she could still have children. It's why her eyes have always been red. He also said the baby has a heartbeat so it's human." Alice said, I had never seen her so angry at Edward before. She was always so close to him.

"Just leave them alone Edward." Bree jumped in.

"You guys can't seriously believe that it's actually a baby, that things going to be evil just like her." Bella snided.

"Will you two ever shut the fuck up?" I mumbled.

"If you guys aren't going to take it out of her I WILL." Edward roared.

Jasper pushed him back, he fell into a piano smashing it. It reminded me of what happened to Dean a few years back. He got up to go back toward me but Emmett put a hand on his shoulder holding him back.

"Edward, Bella... all this fighting isn't good for Fleur right now!" Esme stated.

I heard two whooshing sounds, I looked over and saw Carlisle and Rosalie with bags of blood.

"What...the hell...what happened?" Rosalie stuttered.

"Oh I see it now, Rosalie must've convinced her to keep it." Edward said, Bella nodded in agreement.

"Edward...don't go there." Emmett growled. Edward didn't seem to listen and smirked.

"You're so desperate to have a child you're willing to let this...demon fulfill your pathetic fantasy."

Rosalie stepped up, her eyes turned black and the look on her face was set to kill.

"I never hesitated to kick your ass before but if you dare go near her Bella's going to have to chase your pretty little rolling head down the hill." Rosalie hissed at Edward. Edward slowly backs away from Rosalie, knowing he took it too far.

"Edward..." Carlisle started.

"Get that thing out of her." Edward snapped.

"If you call my baby a thing one more time I will kick you through the glass wall," I growled.

"Look... you guys came back so Bella could finally be transformed into a vampire, let's get this done already. Fleur doesn't need all of this stress right now. Since she's a vampire she'll be able to survive the encounter but it will still be stressful on her body." Carlisle states, walking both Bella and Edward into his office and closing the door. When they left I sighed and laid back down.

"I don't think I'll be getting any gifts from them." I said.

[lexi-evans]

Jealous | Drarry Fic

Summary: Harry and draco likes each other but none of them makes a move. That is until Oliver gives Harry an idea of making draco jealous

Warning: 18+NSFW, Swearing,Cumming?Dom!Draco,Spanking,,Kinky,sub!Harry, cigarettes

a/n: Time for smutity smut and I oop- follow for more content♥

"Hey,Harry? Earth to Harry?" Ron waved his hand in front of Harry's face. As the boy stared at a certain blonde. "what?" Harry asked,unsure of what's happening around.

"Would you bloody ask him out already?" Hermione insisted but Harry shook his head. "we're on good terms now,mione. I can't ruin that,again" He replied taking a glass of Pumpkin juice.

Both boys are openly gay and everyone knows it. But both boys are oblivious to their feelings. "Are you scared, you might ruin you're chances with Draco?" Hermione asked. And Harry nodded.

"well,why don't you try make him jealous? You know,see how he reacts?" Oliver who overhead the conversation chirped in. "You think it'll work?" Harry asked curiously at the idea of making Draco jealous.

"It worked for me" Oliver shrugged. Looking at Percy who sent a wink at Oliver's direction. "You think it'll work for me,too?" Harry turned to Ron who's stuffing more food as possible in his mouth.

Ron shrugged. "why don't you try it out,Harry? It wouldn't hurt to try" Hermione spoke without looking at Harry from her book. "okay.. I'll give a try but who should I make him jealous with?" He asked. Oliver again gave him another idea "why don't you try with diggory? He surely has an eye for you" Harry's eyes widened. Surely Cedric did flirted with him before. "Really?".

"Boy, you're more oblivious than I thought" Oliver shook his head in pity. "Fine! I'll do it" Harry said. Hermione looked up from her book looking shocked. "Let's give it a try" Harry said to Oliver who grinned.

Pansy who happens to be Hermione's girlfriend came to great hermione. Pansy looked at her girlfriend who's grinning for some unknown reason. "what's going on,Love?" Pansy asked Hermione.

"we're making Harry to go out with Cedric to make Draco jealous" Hermione,smiled. "Really? Let me add some spice to it then! At least then that git would make a move! See ya later babe" pansy gave Hermione a quick peck and left. Walking to slytherin's table.

"Trying to play matchmaker, eh wood?" Percy spoke who now came to Oliver and gave him a peck. Swing his arm around Oliver's shoulders. "Yep, HEY DIGGORY!!" he yelled getting the Famous Hufflepuff's attention.

Oliver signalled him to come over. Cedric excused himself from his friends and walked over to gryffindor's table. "Hey guys!! What's up?" He took a seat next to Harry. Who awkwardly smiled at the older. "Hey Harry! Looking good today" Cedric complemented Harry.

With a blush on his face Harry muttered a small 'thank you' to Cedric. "Hey,diggory? wanna take Harry on a date to hogmeade tomorrow?" Oliver asked with a cute smile on his face. "Only if he wants to go" Cedric turned to Harry "No pressure".

Harry nodded. Get it together Potter. He said to himself and then replied "sure,I would love to". Cedric who couldn't believe what he just heard asked Harry to say it,again. "Cedric I would love to go on a date. With you" Harry said,again. With a small smile tugging his lips.

Other side of the hall in Slytherin's table:

"what is diggory doing there with Harry?" Draco who saw the hufflepuff next to his soon-to-be lover. "That's too close,diggory" he said throwing daggers to the older.

Pansy who smiled knowing the plan is working decided to speak up. "Oh that? Harry is going on a date with Him tomorrow!! Hogsmeade I think"

"WHAT?? there's no way Potter will say yes!!" He said, anger filling in. His attention turned to Harry again only to see. Something he never expected to happen,not even in his dreams.

Cedric is kissing Harry. Draco felt his heart drop. How could he?. "You're too late,Draco" pansy patted his back. Blaise who saw what's happening spoke up. "Hey,Malfoy. Diggory's got what's yours. Aren't you getting it back?"

"Of course I am!" Draco giving a sinister smile. I'll get you,Potter. You will know who you belong to. Let's see who's name you'll be screaming later. Draco smirked.

"I waited all these days not wanting to ruin our friendship but I don't think that's happening anymore" Draco says glaring at the hufflepuff. Pansy smiled knowing their planned exactly worked.

After breakfast:

Pansy excused herself and went to where her girlfriend is sitting. "Good news babe!! You're plan is working" pansy smiled as Hermione grinned. "C'mon let's go tell the others" pansy and Hermione walked to gryffindor's common room. It's still early so classes haven't begin,yet.

Portrait opened revealing the gryffindor's common room. Harry and Ron are sitting by the fire place. "Harry!! We got some good news for you!!" Both girls walked over and sat next to them. "I could really use some,mione. After snogging Cedric I can't get anything straight."

"you're not even, straight" pansy snorted. "Let him be pansy" Ron spoke calmly not wanting Hermione to kick his ass like last time. "It seems the plan is working" Hermione said, smiling at Harry.

Harry perked up "Really??" Pansy nodded. "Draco's furious when he saw diggory kissing you" Harry blushed. "Now what am I supposed to do?" Harry asked not knowing what to do.

"go ask wood or Perce since they're the ones with so much experience" Ron joked. Harry nodded and walked to boys dorm. He opened the door and saw Percy reading a book and Oliver cleaning his broom.

"wood I need help" Harry walked to Oliver like a helpless child. "what is it,Harry?" Oliver said putting down his broom. "We did what you said and it's working but I don't know what to do next?" Harry frowned.

"come sit...there! Now you know what I did? I'm likely to act tough right? So,like I played hard to get and then boom we're together" Oliver explained. "Yeah,right after you got spanked," Percy said looking at Oliver.

"hush Perce!! He doesn't have to know that!!" Oliver exclaimed,blushing. "Listen Harry.. he's your crush,right? You'll know when that the time comes. Now go get yo man's" Oliver pat his head.

"very helpful" Harry breathed walking away. Pansy and Hermione are know where to be seen and Ron is still there.

"Let's go,mate. Time for class" Ron said grabbing his bag for which Harry nodded. The rest of the day slowly went by Draco didn't even glanced at Harry. This made Harry even more frustrated.

The more Cedric touch Harry. The more Angrier Draco grew. Harry on the other hand purposely let Cedric kiss him in front of Draco.

Harry doesn't like to go on a date with Cedric. Harry always said 'no' whenever Cedric asked him. Because he only want Draco.

Right now they were sitting in common room doing homework. Harry frustratedly dropped the quile groaning. "what the fuck?" He muttered. His mind racing with thoughts of Draco.

Earlier today gryffindor lost few points in potions class because Harry is too busy on his own thoughts. He decided to go take a walk. Clear his thoughts. He stood and was about to exist when he heard Ron's voice he stopped. It's not Harry's fault he was attracted to the bad sexy blonde.

"where are you going,mate?" Ron asked as Harry was about to leave. "For a walk,Ron" He replied and exited to the common room.

Harry walked in the corridors of 3rd floor. Ruffling his hair. He saw Draco. He didn't think he would be here. "Fuck you,Potter" Draco took a puff from the cigarette he was holding while leaning against the wall. Draco looked too hot to even not to get turned on. He was still in his uniform but without robes.

His hand sleeves were rolled up. "You would like that wouldn't you" Harry blurred out. Draco turned to his side and saw the boy who occupied his mind.

"mmmh?" Draco threw his cigarette down and made his way slowly towards harry. "you think you know what I like,Potter?" Draco asked the figure In front of him as he cornered Harry.

Harry lost his words. He didn't know what to say. "tell me Potter, do you know what I like?" Draco lips are inch away from Harry's. He gulped hard. Harry's eyes flickered to draco's lips back to his eyes.

Harry felt small trapped between draco's arms. He kissed Harry's jawline before trailing down to his neck. Harry's breath hitched. Draco slowly sucked on his neck. "Fuck!! Draco.." Harry whimpered.

without knowing Draco sucked on a certain spot which made Harry moan. Harry felt his pants tighten. Draco smirked knowing he has found Harry's soft spot.Draco sucked on the same spot again. Harry moaned louder.

Draco pulled away bringing his lips dangerously close to Harry's. "Tell me,baby.what do you need?" Draco said in deep voice. Harry squirmed. "Use your words,sweetheart. what do you want Daddy to do to you?" Draco pressed his lips against Harry's. Harry happily sighed into the kiss as he immediately kissed back.

Draco moved his hand grabbing Harry by his ass. Squeezing it. Harry moaned softly. Harry opened his mouth submissively letting draco's tongue enter his mouth.Harry let draco's tongue roame in his mouth. Letting him explore. tasting the cigarette's in draco's mouth. The kiss is gentle. Draco didn't want to rush. But Harry is not having it. Not today.

Wanting more action Harry pressed his body closer to Draco. Wrapping his hands around draco's neck deepening the kiss. Draco pulled away with need of breath.pressing his forehead against Harry's.

"need you..." Harry breathed. "need what baby?" Draco asked nibbling Harry's ear lightly. "Need you,Daddy" Harry said panting. Draco looked at Harry with a satisfied smile. "That's it baby. You just have to ask Daddy nicely!" Harry grinned.

"Don't smile like that! You're still getting punished,Babyboy. For making daddy really mad today" Draco said smirking. Harry gulped. "Did you think you'd escape that easily? Silly baby!!" Draco eyes turned dark.deep with lust.

"I'll make sure you know who you belong to Harry. You're mine" Draco said bitterly sending chills down to Harry's spine. Draco grabbed Harry's wrist dragging him to Room of requirements.

After entering the room Draco dragged Harry to the near by couch threw him on it. "Did you really think I'll let that bastard touch you like that baby? Can he kiss you better than me?" Draco kissed Harry,roughly.

This time the kiss isn't gentle. It was roughly,dominant filled with lust. It's all teeth,tongue. The room is filled with Harry's whimpers and moans. He lips trailed down to his neck leaving dark Hickeys.

Draco pulled away and looked at the art he made. A satisfied smile played on his lips. "Strip" Draco commanded. Harry quickly obeyed standing up getting undressed. Draco happily sat on the couch. As he watched Harry with lustful eyes.

"Bend over my lap.Now!" Harry bend over his lap doing exactly as Draco says. "Count" Draco bought his hand sharply down to Harry's ass. Making it red. Harry let out a shaky breath. "1" He managed to say before another smack kissed his now redden ass.

After 10 spanks Draco stopped. He saw his hand print on Harry's butt cheeks. Be grinned proudly. Draco let Harry sit steadily on his lap. Caressing his cheek gently. "Do you know why you got spanked,baby?" Draco kept his voice low. "I was being bad baby?" Harry's now hoarse voice spoke.

"Will you ever make daddy mad,again?" Draco kissed slowly all the marks he left on Harry's neck. "No,daddy" Harry said like a good boy he was. "Good" Draco kissed Harry,gently.

"Daddy" Harry whimpered. Get a small 'hmm' from Draco. "Need you" Harry pressed him self into Draco's clothed crotch. "Tell me baby,How do you want daddy?" Draco moaned as Harry grind against him.

"want you to fuck me,Daddy" Harry moaned. In a swift of move Harry is under Draco. Harry watched Draco lustfully as he undid his garments.

"You ready,baby?" Draco asked positioning himself at Harry's entrance. Harry moaned and Nodded. Draco slowly pushed his dick watching it disappear in his ass. Harry moaned loudly, as his nails dug into Draco's skin.He groaned thrusting slowly letting Harry adjust his size.

"Fuck!! Draco!! Faster!" Harry moaned loudly causing Draco to pick up his pace and soon enough pounding into Harry. Harry moans were music to his ears.

"You feel so good baby!!" Draco moaned softly in Harry's ear as the boy beneath him whimpered. "Tell me Harry? Would you let that git fuck you like I do?" Draco said dryly. "No!!" Harry cried. Draco bent down sucking his neck leaving another Hickey.

"Remember this,Harry. You're Mine" Draco kissed him,roughly. "Yours" Harry Replied causing Draco's mind go crazy as he thrusted harder. Harry moaned like crazy.

"Draco!! I'm gonna cum!!" Harry bucked his hips. "Me too baby!! Cum for Daddy!!" Draco moaned pressing his lips against Harry's. Both came at the same time.

Draco pulled out laying beside Harry. Panting. "Is this where I should ask you to be my boyfriend?" Draco looked at Harry. "If you don't then I swear I'll kill you" Harry threaten playfully. "Just so you know, I'm still not letting you go on a date with that faggot" Draco pulled Harry close to him,cuddling.

"I'm not going anywhere now,Draco. Or anywhere for a matter of time" Harry replied smiling causing Draco to chuckle. "So..Round 2?" Draco smirked. "what if I say no?" Harry teased. "I'd still take you anyway. I know you want it".

a/n: this is my first smut ever and I know it's shitty but I tried as much as I could. My little cousin's are over and they wouldn't leave me alone for a second.