#which my versions mother would likely put him on bed rest and keep and an eye on him

[ofknowlcdge]

Tommy is out here demanding he check on all these Steve's, does anyone actually check up on them or does he have to?

[flowerandblood]

A Winter Beauty (19)

[Aemond Targaryen x fem!Stark reader]

[warnings: mention of sex, pregnancy and giving birth, fluff]

[description: Aemond and his family arrive at Winterfell for Rickon Stark's Name Day. There, Aemond meets his daughter, who arouses his desire. I changed some names and facts for the sake of the plot. Viserys is also slightly younger in this version.]

* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *

Previous and next parts: Masterlist

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Lady Stark woke up in her husband's bed in the Red Keep, feeling a strange, unpleasant pain. She sat up, trying to catch her breath. Aemond woke up, asked her sleepily what had happened. She got up quickly and ran to the table, grabbed the bowl and vomited. Aemond, terrified, immediately called the maester, fearing that someone had poisoned her.

Aemond waited impatiently beside the bed for the maester to examine her. The man looked at him.

"My Prince, I would like to ask you to wait outside for a moment." He said calmly. Aemond frowned.

"No. What does that even mean? Do you know what's wrong with my wife or not?" He said angrily at his impertinence.

"My dragon." His wife looked at him disapprovingly. He pursed his lips, turned and left without a word. Lady Stark and the maester were left alone.

"My Lady, I will have to touch your breasts." He said and slipped his hand gently under her nightgown. She shuddered, but let him do it, turning her face the other way, embarrassed.

"Have you bleed this month, my Lady?" He asked calmly, taking his hand out and looking at it expectantly. Lady Stark pursed her lips.

"No. But it has happened in the past that my bleeding has been delayed." She said softly. The man nodded and asked the servant to lead Prince Aemond back. He stared at him, angry and scared, waiting for an explanation.

"Your wife is expecting your child, my prince."

***

The whole Red Keep received the news with great joy. Alicent immediately came to congratulate her as soon as one of her servants reported what had happened. She thought Lady Stark had trouble getting pregnant and was glad her prayers had been answered.

The truth was, it wasn't because of the prayers. When they were in Harrenhal, he had come inside her, even though those weren't the days he could do it. He'd done it before, sometimes, during their great passions, but usually she bled every month anyway. This time it was different.

That day, he practiced sword fighting alone all day, striking the wooden opponent with great ferocity. He thought that the gods had sent him his wife only to mock him, to take everything from him again and leave him even more crippled for the rest of his life. Even his mother, seeing how he approached the matter, could not reason with him.

He was not like his father. He wouldn't cut open her womb to take out his offspring. But even if he didn't, they'd both die anyway. The thought of her, pale, dead in a pool of her own blood, haunted him and drove him to despair. He wanted to scream.

When he returned to his chamber, he asked for a hot bath and ordered that no one should disturb him. He stepped into the still-steaming water, felt his skin burn and his muscles relaxed momentarily. He rested his head against the back of the tub and stared at the ceiling. He pursed his lips as he heard the door to his chamber open.

"I said do not disturb me." He spoke coldly, but no voice answered him. He heard the door close and then the sound of clothes being removed. He glanced over his shoulder and saw that his wife was undressing. The sight of her naked body, which constantly gave him so much pleasure, made him hard involuntarily.

"May I join you, my dragon?" She asked quietly, looking at him calmly and proudly. Aemond swallowed and grunted approval. Lady Stark approached the tub lightly. For a long time she was no longer ashamed of her nakedness in front of him and did not cover herself, allowing him to enjoy the beautiful view of her naked skin.

Aemond watched her as she put her foot in the water and sat down with her back to him, leaning against his chest. She felt his hard manhood press against her, throbbing. But she knew she wasn't in the mood for their games right now. She wrapped his arms around herself tightly, his lips involuntarily kissing her shoulder and neck.

"Not too hot?" He asked softly, placing wet and tender kisses on her skin. Lady Stark leaned back with a contented sigh, giving him better access.

"No, my husband. I love our hot baths, you know that." She said and he grunted contentedly as he ran his tongue over her neck. She shivered as he did so. She felt his nose pressed against her hair. They were silent for a moment, only the soft splash of water caused by their slightest movement around them.

"Forgive me." He said finally, he felt his throat tighten. Y/N gave him a pained look, turned to him and touched his cheek.

"I want this child, husband. Holding Helaena's children in my arms, seeing you carry them and play with them, I felt that I wanted this for us. I want to hold our child in my hands, give you an offspring and heir to your entire legacy. If we both choose to do so, we may not have any more children." She said confidently, placing her hand on his chest. Aemond took her hand and kissed it tenderly.

He didn't want to admit it, but as he watched Lady Stark cradle his nephew, he thought about what it would be like to hold his own child in his arms. What would it be like if he could teach his son or daughter the Old Valryian language, choose a dragon egg for them. He ran away from these thoughts, but they kept coming back to him.

After a few days, Aemond slowly came to accept that there was no going back. He entered the chamber of his wife, who gave him a surprised look, thinking that he should be at the king's council. Aemond held in his hand the dragon egg he had personally chosen for his child.

***

After the morning sickness that bothered Lady Stark in the first month of pregnancy, these unpleasant ailments stopped. Slowly, her pregnant belly began to show, so finally the ladies and lords of the keep gave her a break, ending the rumors that she could not have children.

Aemond was surprised to find that his pregnant wife was even more insatiable than before. During their walk in the garden, she would drag him into the bushes, pull her dress up and beg him to fuck her. Helpless against her charm, he never refused her, coming inside her with delight.

Lady Stark began to eat fruits in huge quantities and at all hours of the day. Sometimes she would wake up in the middle of the night and start eating an apple, telling her sleepy husband that she couldn't stand it until morning, she wanted it so badly. She also ate plenty of plums, strawberries, and peaches, anything sweet, crunchy, and wet that made her hungry.

Her husband made her happy by bringing oranges for her from distant lands, which she loved so much. They were juiced for her, which she often drank instead of wine on dinner.

Aemond was very protective and condescending, and he would be the happiest men in Westeros if his wife lay in bed all the time and rested. He got mad when he saw her shooting arrows in the yard, but she explained to him every time that if she wanted to bring his child into the world, she had to have strong muscles and keep training.

He allowed her to be physically active, but he accompanied her every time. Slowly, items for the child began to be brought to his wife's chamber - a cot, toys, robes. Aemond was getting used to his new reality and tought he's about to become a father. One night, lying with his wife, stroking her slightly rounded belly, he asked her if she thought it was going to be a girl or a boy.

"A boy." She said without hesitation.

***

Throughout the keep there was anticipation of the impending denouement and the birth of the prince and Lady Stark's child. Y/N took a lot of cool baths, because with such a warm climate, the heat was unbearable for her. Her ankles ached and swelled terribly, which her husband tenderly massaged each evening, as did her back and shoulders.

Their baby was very active and constantly kicked her. It stopped when Aemond pressed his head to her stomach and hugged her. He would fall asleep like that sometimes while his wife was stroking his hair in the meantime.

Although the maester's instructions were different, they couldn't help but get physically close. It always started with them rubbing against each other and panting as they lay on their side with her back pressed against his chest.

Her husband's hand found hers wet and suffering cunt, clenching at his every touch. It always ended up with Aemond fingering her entrance, shoving his cock inside her, saying he wouldn't go all the way in, that he would only stay in her for a while, and then he would fuck her with all his strenght, unable to stop himself, to her and his delight.

Although Lady Stark felt like she was now carrying a huge barrel in front of her body, her husband thought she looked as beautiful pregnant as before. Maternity dresses beautifully emphasized her large belly and made it easier for her to move. She was no longer able to shoot bows, but went for walks every day, unable to sit still.

Everyone was surprised to hear of Lord Corlys Valeryon's likely death at sea. It turned out that his brother, Vaemond Valeryon, and Aemond's nephew, Lucerys Valeryon, will fight for the right to the Driftmark.

Lady Stark knew that Lucerys had taken her husband's eye. Her husband himself told her this story early in their marriage, even though she didn't ask him. Apparently, he didn't want her to hear about it from rumors, but from him.

It was then that he told her that the dragon could not be stolen, only that it had to be tamed. He did it first, denying Leana Velaryon's daughters the ability to inherit and tame her mother's dragon.

She hadn't told him that, but if she were Leana's daughters, she'd be furious too. But she knew that the past could not be changed, that her husband had had a difficult childhood, and that the loss of an eye only plunged him further into the darkness. She knew he needed her endless and unquestioning support and devotion.

Veamond Velaryon and Luke and his family came to Red Keep to present their case to the king. Lady Stark was able to see Rhaenyra Targaryen, heir to the Iron Throne for the first time in her life. After Lord Veamond's statement, she began to present her son's case on his behalf. Y/N thought she was a beautiful woman, her confidence and way of speaking impressed her.

She stared in shock and clutched her pregnant belly as Veamond shouted that her children were bastards and she was a whore. She felt everyone froze, her heart pounding like crazy. She screamed as she suddenly saw Veamon's head hit the ground and the rest of his body hit the floor. Daemon Targaryen was standing over him, a pleased expression on his face.

"He can keep his tongue."

Aemond watched this with a smile and involuntary appreciation for his uncle, which was why he didn't see his wife cringe in pain at first, unable to utter a sound. He looked at her in horror as she fell to the floor, all eyes suddenly turned in her direction. He knelt beside her, touching her cheek, terrified, she was panting heavily, feeling a wave of water run down between her thighs.

"Beloved wife, what's happened?" He asked, seeing her pale face, his heart pounding like crazy.

"Aemond, the baby is coming out."

***

Aemond immediately carried his wife to her chamber. His mother and Helaena told him to leave. To his surprise, as he left, pale and terrified, princess Rhaenyra, Beala, and Rhaena entered, closing the door behind them.

Aemond went to the window, leaning against the stone parapet and lowering his head. He heard his wife's muffled groans of pain and pressed his lips together, feeling everything tighten within him. Daemon walked over to him, seeing what he was going through, and looked down at him.

"Women are much stronger than men, nephew."

Meanwhile, inside, Beala and Helaena helped Lady Stark strip down to her nightgown. She felt very strong contractions and once in a while moaned in pain, breathing rapidly. She felt her heart pounding, she was afraid and trembling all over. Alicent had the pillows raised high on her bed for her. Rhaenyra walked over to her and put her arm around her.

"Do not be afraid. Walk a little. It'll speed things up. Breathe deeply." She said, circling the room with her, breathing with her, reassuring her. Y/N thought she needed any motherly care and support and immediately felt her hand tighten around her waist.

"We'll get through this together, easy." Said the princess, her voice firm and composed, just what she needed now, when she was all panicked. Alicent watched this scene with tenderness, herself full of emotions.

Lady Stark screamed loudly in surprise, feeling the contraction stronger than before, she sobbed softly, but felt that the baby did not move.

"Tell me if you want to lie down. Breathe, breathe." Rhaenrya spoke, holding her hand tightly, his arm still around hers. Lady Stark fell to her knees and sobbed as another brutal spasm ran through her body. She had never felt such pain in her life before, she knew it was close.

"Lie down, come on." Rhaenyra said, helping her up. Y/N lay down breathing heavily, Rhaenyra adjusted the pillows behind her back so she could be in a semi-sitting position. The midwife spread her legs apart to see what was going on.

"Start pushing, my Lady, when I tell you." She said looking at her. "Now, my Lady! Push!”

Lady Stark squeezed her eyes shut and cried out with the effort, trying with all her might to dislodge the child. She threw her head back, Rhaenyra brushed her hair away from her sweaty face, squeezing her hand tightly.

"Very well, sweet girl, you're doing great." She said in a reassuring, firm voice that calmed her.

She felt her whole thighs tremble with fear, tears of great exertion flowed down her cheeks, she was afraid she was going to die, she wanted her mother to be with her. She gripped her hand tighter and screamed loudly as the midwife ordered her to push again. She felt the baby inside her move.

She threw back her head, the princess told her to breathe deeply with her whole chest, she showed her how to do it, and they breathed together. Helaena took a bowl of cold water, put a cloth inside and then placed it on her forehead, giving her a sudden feeling of temporary relief.

"You're doing great, my Lady, you'll be fine, just a little longer." She said reassuringly, Beala sat next to her and fanned her with a fan to keep her cool on this hot day.

"Push, my Lady, now!" Said the midwife. Lady Stark pursed her lips, gathering herself and began to push hard, a loud moan of despair escaped her lips. She threw her head back on the pillow and shook her head.

"I don't have the strength, he doesn't want to leave." She sobbed, squeezing her eyes shut, tears flowing from her eyes and she couldn't see anything anymore. Rhaenyra kissed her hand and squeezed it tightly.

"Just a little longer, hold on, you'll be fine." She said it with conviction and emphasis, as if she was trying to convince herself that it was true.

"My Lady, push!" Said the midwife. Lady Stark clenched her fists with the last of her strength and screamed loudly, pushing with all her might, but again she felt nothing. She sobbed loudly, panicking, unable to calm down.

"Aemond!" She screamed loudly and wept, Rheanyra combed her hair, trying to calm her down. She suddenly heard the door open.

She saw her terrified husband standing in the doorway, all pale, his eye red as if he were crying too. He just stared for a moment, frightened by the sight that had been haunting him for months. He approached her from the other side of the bed and knelt beside her, taking her sweaty hand, which he began to kiss.

"Don't leave me." He whispered helplessly, his voice breaking. The sight made her, when the midwife told her to push again, squeeze her eyes shut and do it with all her might, screaming loudly and sobbing.

She thought that she would not give the gods satisfaction, that she would not give herself to the Stranger, that she would survive. She pushed again and again, feeling like she was making the most titanic effort of her life. Aemond stared at her in horror mixed with admiration, his face glued to her clenched hand.

"My Lady, I can see the head, don't stop! Now! Push!” Lady Stark screamed loudly and lingeringly, sobbing in pain, feeling her baby literally tearing her flesh as it came out of her, and then she was relieved when something suddenly slipped out of her.

She heard soft whimpers and cries. She laughed in disbelief, panting and sobbing at the same time as she saw her baby, all red with blood, squirm in the midwife's arms.

"Congratulations, my lady. You gave birth to a healthy prince."

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[steddieas-shegoes]

This is for the request from @mogami13 : Werewolf den mother steve being seduced to be eddie's mate which they wrote a post on found here. My post is not related to theirs, but you should ABSOLUTELY go read it and let them know if you want more!

This was so out of my comfort zone and it shows to me, but I wanted to try. Hopefully it does not disappoint! - Mickala ❤️❤️

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Everything you think you know about this town is wrong.

The raspy voice of Eddie’s mother on her death bed echoed in his head often over the years.

He was nine when she died.

She died before explaining what she meant.

When he moved in with his Uncle Wayne, he got an explanation in the form of a wolf suddenly running into his room, biting his shirt, and dragging him outside.

As he stood on the back porch, heart racing, he realized the wolf was his Uncle Wayne.

He didn’t know how he knew, he just did.

He watched as Wayne disappeared into the trees for a few minutes, unsure if he should follow or not. He assumed Wayne would have waited for him if he was supposed to, so he stayed put.

When he came back, he nudged Eddie to sit on the step, and rested on the porch next to him.

They stayed like that for a while, Eddie fighting sleep as much as he could.

Finally, Wayne stood up, moved to part of the porch that was hidden from neighbors, and transformed back.

Eddie just stared, flabbergasted.

It was one thing to just know the wolf was Wayne and another entirely to watch the transformation.

Wayne walked back inside, probably to put some clothes on, and Eddie followed slowly.

They talked for hours, almost until dawn, about the history of the town, the history of their family, how Eddie would have his transformation when he hit puberty. How his mother got sick because she wasn’t able to transform anymore due to an injury his father gave her years before.

“When we can’t become our true selves regularly, it hurts every version of us. Drains us. It’s important you let this part of you out. I can’t lose you like I lost her.”

He told Eddie about how he spent a decade trying to convince his sister to move in with him instead of Eddie’s father, that it would be harder to leave when Eddie was born.

And it was.

She never left. She got hurt. Then she got sick.

Now she was gone.

———

Eddie loved being able to transition whenever he wanted.

Wayne told him stories of other families in the area that would only do so once a month, on the full moon, how stereotypical, to keep from dying. They didn’t let their kids run in the woods, or curl up in a cuddle pile. Sure, Wayne and Eddie didn’t make much of a cuddle pile, but it was perfect the way it was.

The Harringtons were an example.

According to Wayne, they hid the fact that they were even wolves from everyone else. The strangest part, according to Wayne, was that their son, Steve, had a very delayed transition. Most wolves have their first transformation when they hit puberty, but his didn’t happen until he was 16. They didn’t know what finally made it happen, but Eddie hoped it wasn’t anything that would make him sick like his mom.

When he told Wayne that, Wayne smirked.

“Worried about Steve Harrington? Who are you and what have you done with my nephew?”

Eddie slapped his arm, but couldn’t ignore the blush on his cheeks.

So what if Eddie had a little, tiny, baby crush on Steve Harrington? Who didn’t? He was hot, he was popular, he was athletic.

Maybe he hung out with some of the worst bullies in the school, but he never actively bullied anyone.

It’s not like anything would ever happen. Steve wasn’t into guys and Eddie was probably the farthest thing from his type he could get.

————-

When he met Dustin Henderson, he knew immediately he had to protect this kid at all costs.

High school was a fucking war zone and he was the weakest link, it was clear to anyone with eyes.

But he came with a couple other kids, Mike and Lucas, who probably would be fine if they just kept their heads down and got involved with the right things.

Hellfire Club wasn’t the right thing, at least not if they wanted to be popular or even just remotely average.

But they insisted they wanted to be a part of it, that D&D had been their lives for so long, and it was the only way they could kind of stay connected to their friend Will, who’d moved before school started.

It took him too long to realize they meant Will Byers, the boy who got sick like his mom, but somehow survived. He couldn’t transform anymore, but would lead an otherwise normal life.

He welcomed them into the club, made everyone else already in it welcome them, explained that it was important for Freshman to get involved so that the upperclassmen had someone to pass it all down to.

Eddie was going off the assumption that he’d graduate, that all of them except Jeff would graduate.

But when spring break happened, he didn’t find it in him to care nearly as much about graduating. He just needed to survive.

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When he woke up in the hospital, he felt instant dread.

He was alive, but at what cost?

Wayne was asleep in the chair next to him, Dustin asleep in the chair at the end of his bed, and Steve fucking Harrington was sitting next to Dustin, watching Eddie.

They were clean and changed, so it had to have been at least a day since his whole world nearly ended.

“How long?” His voice was barely even a whisper, but Steve must have incredible hearing.

“Four days,” he whispered back, probably trying to avoid Dustin and Wayne waking up.

Have they been here the whole time? Wayne couldn’t miss that much work, he’d get fired. And Dustin. Dustin’s just a kid. His mom must be worried.

Steve couldn’t possibly have sat here for four days. His parents would lose their shit.

“I’ve made them go home every day to shower and eat, try to sleep in a real bed. Told them I’d call if anything changed.”

So Steve had been here the whole time.

That explained the bags under his eyes.

“Eddie? You awake?”

Wayne’s sleepy voice made him turn his head. He let out a pained groan, his whole body resisting any movement.

“Stay still. You’ve got a lot of stitches holdin’ you together. Let me get the nurse.”

Wayne hurried out of the room, Steve watching them with a small smile.

“He’s been worried. I don’t think he’s slept more than a couple hours since he first got here.”

“Dustin?”

Steve looked over at Dustin, worried frown on his face.

“He thinks it’s his fault.”

“What? How?”

Eddie could ignore the pain pulsing through his veins for now. He had to understand how Dustin could possibly think any of this was his fault.

“He thinks if he’d jumped back through sooner, you wouldn’t have lost as much blood. Or that if he’d come up with a better backup plan, you never would’ve had to do it at all. We’ve never been this close to losing people.”

Wait, people, plural?

“Max?”

Steve stood up and came closer to his head, keeping his eyes on Dustin to make sure he didn’t wake up.

“She’s still in a coma. They don’t think she’ll come out of it.”

So she wasn’t dead, but she might as well be.

Eddie fought the tears welling up.

“Mr. Munson! Wonderful to see you awake.”

Steve and Eddie both jumped, Eddie letting out a hiss as he felt a searing pain along his side.

And then Dustin was awake.

“Eddie? Eddie!”

He was crowding in next to Steve, ignoring everyone else in the room. His eyes were wide and teary, and Eddie knew if Dustin started crying, it’d be game over for him.

“Hey bud. Doing okay?”

Not the right thing to say. Dustin let out a sob and collapsed against Steve, who wrapped his arms around him to hold him up.

“I’m just gonna bring him outside for a minute while you get checked over.”

“No!” Dustin exclaimed, pulling away. “I can’t leave him, Steve! Please.”

“Dustin, it’s okay. He’s okay. They have to check his bandages and we’ll be just around the corner.”

Steve looked at Eddie and silently asked him to reassure Dustin. He could do that. He was tired and in pain, but he could do this.

“I’ll see you in ten minutes, okay? Just take a lap, grab me a soda or something.”

“Sir, I don’t recomm-“ the nurse started, but was waved off by Wayne.

“Ten minutes?”

“Ten minutes.”

“Okay.”

Dustin let Steve lead him out of the room, Wayne following to close the door behind them.

“Alright, just have to check your vitals and do a pain assessment,” the nurse started. “This probably won’t be fun, but I’ll need to check the wounds on your legs and sides.”

Eddie nodded and let her get to work.

It hurt. Everything hurt.

But Wayne was holding his hand, and Dustin was coming back with a soda for him, and Steve was here for some reason.

He’d almost been eaten alive by demon bats, he could survive this nurse checking him over.

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As soon as he was out of the hospital is when it started.

Dustin always found reasons to have Steve come with him to visit.

First, it was just because he was his ride, Claudia having to work a bit more because many of her coworkers had left town after the “quake.”

Then, Steve would stick around because Dustin insisted he wouldn’t stay for long and he didn’t want Steve to have to make two trips so quickly.

Which was kind of bullshit, Eddie and Steve both knew it, because Steve actually only lived about 8 minutes from Eddie and Wayne’s new trailer.

But they let him get away with it.

Eddie liked having another adult around. None of his friends from high school were allowed to talk to him, so it was pretty much just the kids and Wayne for the last two months.

Steve would sometimes even bring Robin, who Eddie would probably be in love with if he liked women at all.

Especially when she came out to him while Dustin was making sure the kids cleaned up the table after a campaign.

“What’s up with you and Steve?”

“What do you mean?”

She looked nervous. Were they a secret for some reason?

“Like, if you’re dating, you should just tell everyone. Pretty sure everyone thinks so anyway.”

Robin let out a loud laugh.

“Dude, no. We are obnoxiously platonic. Trust me.”

“Kinda hard to believe when you do everything together. You finished his sentence yesterday.”

Robin rolled her eyes.

“I’m super gay, Eddie. Not interested in Steve even a little bit.”

That…should’ve surprised him more, actually.

“So you’re just best friends?”

“Yeah, I mean, we’re pack, ya know?”

“Oh! You’re…” Eddie started, using his hands to pretend he had claws.

“No, actually. But I helped Steve get more comfortable with his whole wolf thing when his parents wanted nothing to do with it. My cousins on my dad’s side are wolves so it wasn’t really a secrecy problem.”

Eddie had kind of forgotten that there was any secrecy left. All the kids were wolves, so they openly talked about it often. He hadn’t really thought about the fact that any of them might not be.

“Have you done it since everything happened?”

“Uh. No. Owens said I had to heal completely before I tried.”

“Haven’t you been healed for two weeks?”

Eddie was silent.

“You’re scared.”

It wasn’t a question and he wasn’t going to deny it. He was scared.

He was scared that he wouldn’t be able to, sure. But he was even more scared that he’d face the same sickness his mom had, that Will had but managed to get through. He knew he wouldn’t be as lucky as Will, though.

“Would it be easier if you had someone with you the first time?”

“Maybe. Wayne offered, but I don’t want him to see if it goes wrong.”

“What about Steve?”

“What about Steve?”

“He could stay with you when you try. He’s good in emergencies, especially if you end up hurt. He knows everyone so even if he couldn’t help, he could call the kids or Wayne or hell, Claudia. And I know he hasn’t spent much time with just you, but I think he wants to and doesn’t know how to do it.”

“She’s right,” Dustin said from the doorway.

“Why the hell were you listening to a private conversation?”

“Is it really private if you’re talking at a normal volume in a room where anyone can come and go at any time?”

“Watch your tone,” Eddie replied.

Dustin was right though. And so was Robin.

“I don’t wanna bother him.”

“Steve’s not gonna be bothered. He loves taking care of people! He’s basically our mom.”

“Jesus, dude, I’m not your mom,” Steve said as he walked into the room holding more trash than Eddie remembered there being on the table.

“You’re saying that holding a pile of trash that the children should’ve been cleaning up,” Eddie said with a smirk.

“Well, they’re getting distracted and I don’t have all night.”

“Spoken like a true mother.”

Steve rolled his eyes, but Eddie could see a small smile on his face. He was proud to be considered their mom.

“Eddie’s got a favor to ask, Steve.”

Eddie glared at Dustin.

“What is it?”

“It’s nothing. Don’t worry about it.”

“He’s lying. He needs someone to be with him when he transforms for the first time since, ya know, everything.”

Eddie glared at Robin now, too.

“Oh. Sure. When?”

“Uh. You really don’t have to. It might not even work. Don’t want you to waste your time.”

“It’s not a waste of time. We can try tomorrow after my shift if you want?”

Dustin was practically bouncing off the walls in excitement and Robin was hiding a smirk behind her hand.

“Yeah, okay. If you’re sure.”

Will started to walk in the room, then walked right back out when he felt the tension pouring from Eddie.

All the kids had done plenty of meddling, helping Dustin find reasons for Steve to always be around Eddie.

El and Max even convinced Steve that Eddie needed him to sit next to him at the diner when they had breakfast because he couldn’t cut his pancakes alone.

Which was fucking ridiculous and Steve actually believed it. Eddie would’ve been more annoyed if he wasn’t completely endeared by the fact that Steve hadn’t even asked him, just grabbed his fork and knife when they were brought to the table and started cutting them.

He didn’t stop him.

It was kind of nice to be taken care of.

So if he could have more of that for something like this, maybe he could just let it happen. No embarrassment, no arguing.

“Sure. See you at 9:30 tomorrow night?”

“I’ll be here.”

“Cool.”

————-

Eddie was a nervous wreck.

For all of Dustin’s meddling, he suddenly had no interest in helping Eddie through his anxiety.

He tried calling him three times, every time going to voicemail. He tried calling the other gremlins, same thing.

So they were all in on this, Dustin was just the boldest one.

He was nervous about the actual wolf part, definitely.

But he was nervous that Steve would be there. He would see him at his most vulnerable, possibly even worse if he couldn’t even change any more.

When he told Wayne about what he was doing, he just smiled and said “you’d know if you couldn’t, son.”

So Eddie waited for 9:30. He paced inside. He paced outside. He took a shower that he didn’t even need. He sat on the couch, twiddling his thumbs. He stood by the window watching for Steve to show up even though he knew he wouldn’t be there early.

He was a mess, plain and simple.

He could feel his heart thrumming with anticipation.

And then headlights flashed through the front windows and Eddie was opening the front door before Steve was even out of his car.

“Hey Eddie. You ready?”

How did he look so good coming from work? Still in his stupid vest, hair tucked behind his ears. A little sheen of sweat on his forehead because the AC was out at the store and the ride here wasn’t long enough to cool off in his car.

It was so fucking unfair.

“Eds?”

Jesus, okay. He had to get it together. Seriously.

“Yeah! I’m good. I’m just a little nervous. Don’t wanna end up bleeding out in the backyard,” he laughed nervously.

“Is that a possibility?” Steve asked, his voice choked and wobbling.

“Sorry! No. I don’t think so. I think I’ll be fine. Honest.”

Steve visibly relaxed and Eddie kind of hated himself a bit.

Dustin was the one who told Eddie about Steve being the first to get to them in the Upside Down, how Steve performed as much emergency care as he possibly could with Nancy helping before carrying him through the gate.

How Steve had been covered in more of Eddie’s blood than his own by the time the ambulance arrived.

How Steve didn’t sleep for nearly 48 hours because he wouldn’t leave Eddie’s side, half convinced he’d imagined rescuing him.

Eddie shouldn’t joke about bleeding out when the man who had to watch him nearly do so before was his only help tonight.

“Where are you doing this?”

“Uh. Back porch has a lot of space that neighbors couldn’t see. And then the woods are right there after.”

“Should I…um…stay human?”

“Yeah, just in case.”

Steve nodded and followed Eddie as he led him through the front door.

“Want a drink or anything? I have water, or beer, or…that’s it actually. I can run out and get you something else though if you want. You’re probably thirsty. Been a long day. I’ll be right back-“

“Eddie. I’m fine.”

Steve’s hand was on his shoulder. Warmth flooded through Eddie, his body relaxing under the touch.

“Okay. Let’s go.”

Eddie led them out the back door and over to the side of the porch hidden from view.

Steve turned away while he stripped off his clothes and left them on the floor for after.

He took a few deep breaths and let his body relax.

He could do this.

It was natural.

One moment, he was considering telling Steve it wasn’t gonna happen, the next he was a wolf. He was so busy relaxing into the feeling, he didn’t notice Steve moving closer.

Until Steve’s hands were cupping his head, his fingers gently scratching at his fur.

It felt good and Eddie couldn’t help the low growl he let out.

“Feel okay?”

Steve still looked worried behind the unreadable look on his face.

Eddie nodded his head once.

He stood there, kind of afraid to move, kind of wanting to stay here just to keep Steve’s hands on him, kind of dying to run.

His human form was clumsy, could barely walk in a straight line sometimes without tripping over his own feet. His wolf form could run through trees at a speed most people couldn’t even fathom.

But Steve had his hands on him.

“You’re so beautiful.”

Oh.

Oh.

“I mean, you always are. It’s just. I’ve never seen anything like you.”

Eddie wasn’t sure how long he could stand there taking Steve’s compliments. He knew Steve was still new to the wolf thing, maybe had never even properly seen another adult, so he tried not to let it mean much.

But Steve looked so earnest.

And then his hands moved to his neck, running his fingers through the fur there.

He paused suddenly, letting out a small laugh.

“Oh my god. I can’t believe Dustin was right.”

He felt Steve’s finger circle a spot near his shoulder blade, right where he knew he had a shock of gold fur instead of the dark brown that covered his whole body.

“I know I’m staying human tonight, but I have a spot of dark brown fur in the same spot. But the rest of my body is gold like this. I’ll show you next time.”

Next time, next time, next time.

“Dustin said that makes us soulmates.”

Of course Dustin said that.

But then he remembered his Uncle Wayne telling him about a spot he had in his fur for over a decade, a black circle instead of the gray of the rest of his body.

How his Uncle Wayne told him that he believed his soulmate had the same kind of spot, but gray.

How his spot disappeared randomly and he never got any explanation.

How a few years ago, he’d found out his high school sweetheart had died tragically in a car accident right around the time he lost the spot.

How he never put much stock into soulmates until then, but was now a firm believer.

It felt impossible. It had to be impossible.

“Oh my god.”

Steve’s hands dropped and Eddie whimpered.

“Sorry,” Steve mumbled as he rested his hands back in Eddie’s fur. “I just realized. The first time Dustin tried to convince me to come to D&D was after the first time he saw my wolf. That little shit’s been trying to set us up for almost a year!”

Eddie huffed out a breath of disbelief or an attempt at laughter, he wasn’t sure.

“And Robin! She’s been trying to convince me to hang out with you since you came home from the hospital.” Steve pulled away and started pacing as Eddie watched. “The kids are all in on it. That’s why they always find reasons for me to stick around when you’re around.”

Steve plopped down on the floor, back to the wall of the house.

Eddie trotted over, plopping down on the floor next to him and placing his head in Steve’s lap.

He nudged his nose against Steve’s hand, wordlessly asking for Steve to pet his head.

He got the message.

“You don’t wanna go run?”

Eddie sighed against his lap.

“You could. I’ll be here when you get back.”

He didn’t want to. Not alone.

Maybe he could convince Steve to come with him to the lake next time, go for a run in those woods together.

Steve rested his head back against the wall.

“Do you believe in mates?”

He wasn’t really sure at this point. Maybe they were real, maybe they weren’t. Maybe Steve was his, maybe it was just a weird coincidence.

He nodded his head once.

“Do you think we’re mates?”

Eddie considered it.

He was part wolf. He was attacked and almost eaten to death by demon bats not that long ago. An evil half monster half human had nearly destroyed Hawkins.

So, yeah, they could very well be soulmates.

He nodded his head.

Steve curled himself inwards, letting his head rest on Eddie’s.

“How long are you staying like this? I kinda wanna kiss you.”

Well, he kinda wanted to kiss Steve too.

He pulled away and focused on what it would feel like to kiss Steve.

As soon as he was human again, he planted himself in Steve’s lap, not even caring that he was naked.

Steve looked at him, amused grin in place.

“You survived.”

“Worried I wouldn’t?”

“Maybe a little.”

“Soulmates, huh?”

Steve’s face was a cherry red, and Eddie was pretty sure he’d never been so in love.

He gripped Steve’s face between his hands, a mirror image of what Steve had done when he was a wolf.

“Can you believe Dustin wanted a dad so badly, he set his mom up like this?”

Steve snorted.

“Not his mom.”

“Sure about that? Didn’t you just punish him by taking away rides to the arcade for two weeks because of his attitude?”

“So?”

Eddie just raised his brows at him, smile widening as Steve shrugged.

“Okay, fine! Are you gonna kiss me or just keep teasing me about my favorite kid?”

“Oh, you want a kiss? From me?”

“Please.”

How could Eddie resist when he was asking so nicely?

Eddie’s kissed a lot of people. Girls in school, guys at the bar, Jeff once when he was really drunk.

But not a single one of them compared to this one.

Or any of the kisses they shared after.

[rise-my-angel]

So what was Rhaegar like?? I’ve never read the books, in the show they say he was a nice chap. But this was all through Targaryen stans, is it true?

From my perspective he was a bit of a prick, he gave Lyana the flower crown and he was MARRIED??

Everything we know about Rhaegar is entirely secondhand, since he's long since been dead at the start of the series, and everyone who talks about him has completely different memories of what he was like, based on their relationship to him.

What we seem to know about him personally, is that Rhaegar was born during the fires of Summerhall, which ended up causing him to be quite meloncholy and perhaps even intense. It's said that laying in the ruins of Summerhall was the only place he felt happiness and that he might not truly have been capable of love the way the rest of us feel it. But again, how accurate that is, is up for debate.

He did become obsessed with the prophecy of the Prince that was Promised, which a woods witch by the moniker The Ghost of High Hart, predicted would be born from the bloodline of his mother and father. How much he thought it was about himself, or if he thought it was about his son Aegon, or if there is some version of his interpretation of the prophecy in the middle we will never know, but he became obsessed with fufilling it. To the detriment of every single person around him.

There's no indication that the marriage itself between him and Elia Martell was negative, but there are red flags. Elia was often sick as a girl and not always in good health. She was bedridden for months after she gave birth to their daughter Rhaenys, and soon after that, she gave birth to their son Aegon. A birth so dangerous that the Maester informed Rhaegar that Elia would die should she be put through another pregnancy. This seems to be where it falls apart.

Not going into my personal speculation, just the facts, sometime after those events did Rhaegar participate at a tourney at Harrenhal where a crown of flowers is gifted, to which is the knight deeming that woman the "Queen of love and beauty", Rhaegar rode PASSED his wife whom was also the mother of his children, and gifted it to a 14 year of betrothed Lyanna Stark, to which the entire audience fell completely silent.

Now another red flag, is that Rhaegar at this point is fully aware that his father, King Aerys II is very mentally unstable, is dangerous to himself and others, and is not in good standing with his Dornish wife. As when Princess Rhaenys was born, even though Queen Rhaella embraced her grand daughter with joy, King Aerys refused to even touch the baby as she "smelled too Dornish." Elia is also still likely not in good health considering that her labour of Aegon was so life threatening. Which means Rhaegar, if he was a good man, should have done everything in his power to keep his wife and children safe from his fathers maddness if he was planning to leave for an extended period of time. But he did not. Elia and her children were forced to be captors of Aerys during the war and as a result were brutally murdered. No Rhaegar did not kill them, but it was his responsibility to ensure they had all of the protection they needed, and the ONLY person he left in Kings Landing to protect them, was a freshly knighted 16 year old Jaime Lannister.

The only thing we know for sure next, is that sometime in the south shortly before the wedding of Brandon Stark and Catelyn Tully, did Lyanna Stark disappear, along with Rhaegar and his Kingsguard.

To which we do not know what happened explicitly, but that she was in a tower in Dorne as far from her home as possible, (a tower which was gifted to Rhaegar by his wife), and she was found in a bed of her own blood and died shortly thereafter Ned found her.

I think there is enough evidence in Rhaegars canonical actions alone to determine that his was likely someone who was once charming but deeply mentally unwell in his own mind. And when that mental instability begun to latch onto this prophecy, it really spiralled him into someone dangerous and reckless which led to the lives lost of most people he knew in those days as well as himself.

I don't think he was a monster, I think he was a disturbed man who allowed himself to do horrible things, because he could justify it in his own head that it was for the greater good, when in reality, he hurt and got killed almost every single person in his entire life.

I personally think he was a man who did very bad things, which are foretold in the events that lead to the death of his wife, his two children, and a 15 year old girl who desperately screamed for her brother when she likely knew she was about to die.

Everyone will interpret the events differently, and there are a lot of details within different characters stories in the books that lead people to drastically different conclusions, but I think Rhaegars known, undebatable actions already paint a picture that this was not the kind, good man that some would paint his memory out to be.

He wasn't a monster, but I think he was a mentally unwell man who did monstrous things because he did not consider the dire consequences to be important.

[haruhar-u]

The second chapter of the thing

a/n also written in February/March so different writing style

TWS for this chapter:

-Death of a parent

-mention of childbirth (not in detail)

-discussions of death

link to the first chapter

3am and I’m woken by a gentle tap on my head. I roll over to not y’know face the wall and see what or who the hell is prodding me. It’s Tian, he’s in tears and his hair is a mess.I get up and face him. “Hey, what happened?” I ask, sitting up then reaching out to smooth down his hair.  Screw my sleep schedule, Tian’s more important. 

“I wanna see my mom.” He mutters 

“This late?” I mean this has happened before, usually due to a terror revolving around his mom which he seems to get a lot. I always drive him since he doesn’t want to drive himself.

Tian nods. I grab 2 hoodies from the pile I had next to my bed. I put one on over what I wore to sleep and hand Tian the other, “It gets cold at night.”  

We then walk out to the car, I get into the driver’s seat and he gets into the front passenger’s seat. I drive about 10 minutes through the city at night, it was still quite busy, I suppose the saying ‘the city never sleeps at night’ is true. 

I pull up in the driveway of the cemetery and park the car. We get out and I follow him to his mom. It’s  about a 5 minute walk and we stop once we finally spot his mom, Guizhong Wu. He rested his head on the tombstone and started speaking to her in Mandarin. After I helped him light the incense stick as an offering to his mother. The tombstone was the cleanest one I’ve seen, there’s no moss growing on the stone and the grass around it is trim. He told me that when he was a child, his father banned him from visiting his mom, not even during the Qingming Festival which  I guess is like their version of Día de los Muertos. Even now he has to be careful to not bump into his dad here. He never told me why. 

A gentle breeze comes by and ruffles Tian’s hair and only his, I feel like that’s his mom letting him know she’s there. I make sure to keep my distance and give him some space. He gets up, bows three times to the grave and goes over to me. “We can go home now.” 

I nod and put my arm around him just cause I felt like hugging him but felt that’d be inappropriate right now. 

“Your hoodie smells like you.” He commented once we got into the car.

“Is that a good thing?”

“Mhm, I might steal it.” 

“Hey, can you tell me why your dad banned you from visiting your mom?” I’m scared this question may upset him and part of me thinks I’m stupid for asking but the other part of me knows I’ll understand him better if I know. 

“I’ll tell you later, can we go?” He says, avoiding my question. I think the part of me that thinks I’m stupid for asking is correct, stupid. 

I nod and start the car, “I’m going to stop by a 7/11 is that ok? My little sister is coming over soon and I wanna give her a lot of snacks”

Tian nods at me.

I put 7/11 in my  GPS and began to drive. Once we get there, I buy a whole load of snacks and instant noodles for Val for when she arrives from Australia in 2 weeks. I also buy a whole ton of snacks for Tian, as well as a slushie for him. I don’t want to have to take another fast-acting  insulin shot (already had to take one last night ), so nothing for myself. We don't care that it’s 5 am. Then we decide  to walk 20 minutes to Central Park to hang out. I don’t think we’re getting any sleep tonight, this isn’t our first all nighter so we’ll be fine!  

We sit on a bench near the Gapstow Bridge. Tian rests his head on my shoulder and I feel his hair brush up against my neck. The sky looks almost like a painting with the mixtures of pastel oranges and yellows with a touch of red and white fluffy clouds that look like something someone would take a bite out of. The sun peeks over the horizon, the reflection of the sun shows in the murky waters of the pond and the birds  start to come out and sing. I think I can hear a mockingbird among them, I really used to like birds when I was a kid, it was a stupid obsession really. 

I whistle the Mockingjay Whistle from the Hunger Games and  surprisingly a mockingbird whistles back. Tian looks up at me equally as surprised and I grin back at him. I didn’t expect a bird to whistle back. 

A little old lady walks by us and she smiles at us, “you two are a really cute couple.” 

Tian’s eyes widen and I awkwardly laugh “Oh, we’re not-“ she has already walked away. 

“Do we look like a couple?” Tian asks me

“I suppose so, but who really cares. As long as we both know it’s platonic” I shrug 

Tian nods then bites his lip, “I suppose you wanna know why my dad didn’t allow me to see my mom.” 

“You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.” I offer, I look directly at him.

Tian takes a deep breath, “He blames me for her death. So he basically sees me as a devil's spawn that’ll have to repay him for doing the bare minimum.” He blurts out. 

I wrinkle my brow, she died when he was just a baby, how the hell is this possible. 

“She died due to complications with childbirth from what I’ve heard. ” 

I put my hand onto his shoulder “Hey hey, it’s not your fault, you probably weren’t even an hour old. Your dad’s just delusional and wants someone to blame.” 

“I was never even allowed to celebrate my birthday…” Tian lets out a hollow laugh, “The birthday party you and Luka threw for me 2 years ago was actually the first time I celebrated it.” 

“Oh..” What am I supposed to say to that? ‘I’m sorry’, ‘I’m sorry this happened to you?’, ‘I hate your dad.’ Or just hug him. I decide to just hug him and not say anything. That’s the safe option, I would think. I pull him into a hug and hold him tightly, just like how I’d comfort my sister when she was younger.

Tian relaxes as he feels a lot less tense the moment I hug him. He doesn’t seem too upset about his dad. Sadly I think this means he’s used to how his father treats him. What kind of sick man would even treat his own son like that?

“He obviously never really cared about my hobbies or grades, I used to try to do really well when I was in elementary school to get his attention because I wondered why all the other kid’s dad’s loved them but mine doesn’t love me. When I got to high school, I just stopped trying and nearly failed and was almost held back a grade twice, so then I dropped out when I was 16.. And not many people are willing to hire a high school dropout.” He lets out a sigh, “I was kicked out when I was 18 and had to couch surf.” 

I blinked at him, taking a moment to process what he just told me. “How did you make enough money to go to the  concert where we met?”

 I was never really low on money (considering my parents send me money which is what I survive off of) as I grew up in a rich household and went to some fancy private school where the worst thing that happened to me were kids asking me to sing Despacito when it was popular because I speak fluent Spanish —the meaning of the song scared me as a kid— or when I realized I’m the heir to my family’s fortune, that’s weird to think about. I had everything I could ever ask for,a personal attendant and more as a child. My mom is the head of the Mexican embassy in Australia. My dad is a lawyer who immigrated with her. I have Australian citizenship because I was born there, Mexican citizenship because both my parents have one and American permanent residency. If you were to ask where I’m from I wouldn’t be able to answer. Honest

“I won a giveaway.” 

Now that I think of it none of us have a job since I rely on money sent from my parents, minus Luka , but he relies on his shop on Etsy anyway.  Luka usually tries to offer me discounts if I try to buy one of his paintings but I refuse the discount and pay full price. Ah, shit my mind is wandering again.

Tian laughs hollowly again, “the band’s all I have at this point.” 

“Then we have to get like famous and make loads of money!!” I declare, puffing out my chest and sitting up a little straighter.

This takes Tian aback. “You think we’re good enough?” 

I grin, “Of course, we’re the best band in the world!” 

“Really?” 

I laugh, “Perhaps an interpretative dance will make you understand better.” I say getting up from the bench and moving to stand directly in front of where he’s sitting. 

“Oh god, Micah please no.” Tian says while obviously laughing.

I start to play the air guitar or as I like to call it the air bass with as much energy as I have, “so you see this is us playing our instruments and just being ourselves,” then I start skipping around with my arms out, “and this will fans flocking towards us!” I sit back down next to him. I grin, “Does that explain my plan?” 

“I didn’t think you’d actually dance.” Tian pieces together while laughing uncontrollably. 

“Well I did, ha!” 

“How do you even think we can get famous?” Tian asks me once he stops laughing. 

“We do really well in performances and hope that we get lucky.” That’s  really all I could think of at the moment.

Tian looks at me and nods and I smile at him. Then I wrap my arm around his shoulder and pull him closer to me as his rests his head on my shoulder once more.

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[thebluemoonjune]

The Elegance of Resilience Chapter 4: Knowing The Truth

Chapter 4: Knowing The Truth

Summary:

Michonne has a needed talk with Maggie. Rick learn's the truth about Judith.

"Rick?"

"Yeah, Chonne?"

"If our house started burning and everyone else, including me, the kids, and the rest of the family are safe, what would you take one last dash into the house to save?"

It was still early. The sun hadn't fully come yet, so the couple spent the time cuddling in bed. The atmosphere was serene and calming. With his lover's bizarre, but on-brand question, his lips pinched together in a hard line, unsure how to answer. He thought hard until he responded.

"My colt python."

"You would rather take a gun, than stuff like family photos?" Michonne arched an eyebrow in his direction.

Realising his mistake, his gears started turning. They'd been together for more than four years, his mother used to do it to his father. At this point, one would think he'd be able to navigate her traps.

It had to be a woman thing.

"Darling, now why would I do that when I know you'd take that stuff yourself? That's a waste of time just get nothing… Besides, my old man would kill me if I lost his gun. Don't want our kids fatherless now, do you?"

"Of course not, but I guess even the big, bad cowboy has an irrational fear of losing his damn gun."

"You mean that ain't normal?"

"It is if you're a cartoon character," said Michonne as her mouth split open wide in a booming laugh.

"Okay, little Miss Sunshine. Let me ask you one then…Which one of our friends is gonna survive an apocalypse…Hmm?"

"Daryl!"

"Daryl!"

"Grimes! You said it was my question!"

The two were in the mids of play-fighting when they heard a knock on their bedroom door.

"You stay; I'll get it."

Rick got up, and put on some bottoms, before heading to the door. Opening the door, he saw his younger cousin Maggie, knowing who it was for, he told her to wait a minute so Michonne could dress.

…

Meeting Maggie in her bedroom, Michonne carried herself to sit next to her on the bed.

"Hey"

"Hey"

"I hear you're preggers."

Both grinned and flushed as she tried to uplift the mood. They were silent for a bit.

"I'm not keeping it…I can't do this a third time; I just can't…"

"You're valid in feeling that way, Mags, but this isn't your decision alone… Glen should come back so you can work this out together."

"Why, so his parents can disown another of my children?"

"Maggie-"

"Do you know why he never takes us or the kids with him? It ain't business. Besides, I have my hands full with what I got."

"If that's true, Glen needs to make a decision; he can't have it both ways! The kids are the ones who suffer… I'm speaking from experience… He can't please everyone."

"I want more out of life…Everything I do is for my kids. I love them, but I don't recognise myself anymore… I don't know how much more of this I can take. I know I'm selfish…Everyone always tells me that, but I want more."

"Oh, Maggie."

"Your father calls you selfish, as in, 'Hey! The world doesn't revolve around you! You gotta live with your choices!' and he's right, which is why I'm making this decision... I'm tired, Mich."

"Life can get busy with work, kids, in-laws, family, and friends. You need to make sure you set aside some time to spend alone with your husband. Find a sitter for the kids, and clear a night or two to spend together. Focus on each other and discuss things that are important to you both."

"That's easier said than done."

"Which is why you just have to go for it! Look, I love my boys to the moon and back. I will always be there for them and Rick, but I have to be the best version of myself so I can be the best for them. Don't be afraid to ask for help…Shit, I wasn't with all this mess Rick has going on, and the pressure from my father. Do you think I would've made it this far if I hadn't done so? Think about what I said, Okay?"

"Okay."

"And have a talk with Herschel; tell him everything, Okay?"

"Okay."

And with that, Michonne left Maggie's room to go check on the kids. She and the boy left that night.

Two days later, it was the day. The day Rick would find out whether his daughter was his.

…

"I'll go with you. Let me be by your side."

She put her hand to his face to stare into his watery blue eyes. He stood motionless, attempting to digest what he had just heard. She held his face steady and pulled him towards her so their foreheads could touch. She waited patiently. Rick felt to himself that he was suffocating since he was terrified to breathe. Everything is open to change. Everything would change.

I need to calm down.

"I want you by my side. I need you there." His entire being seemed weighed down; his eyes were black and cupped by thick pouches.

"And I will be."

"I love you..."

"I love you more…"

…

They dropped the twins off at Sasha's, given that she was free, and they proceeded to court. They arrived approximately eight minutes prior to Lori, who'd been joined by Shane today. The two sides said nothing whilst they patiently awaited for the magistrate to make his entry in order to commence the spectacle that followed.

…

Things had been going on for almost an hour when it had reached the time to hear what everyone present wanted to know. A sickening wave of terror welled up in both Rick and Lori's bellies. Rick kept his head straight while Lori turned to look at him. Regardless of what she said to him, part of her still wanted him to be the father of their little girl. He was a good father, and she still loved him.

Michonne took his hand and rubbed his back to soothe him. The small hairs across his body stood on end.

.

"If the tested father is not the child's biological father, the results will be an exclusion of paternity. The probability of paternity, in this case, would be 0%, and the Statement of Results on the report will read,"

The magistrate opened the folder to read the results. His skin grew clammy, but, Michonne held his hand as tight as she could. Shane stroked Lori's back. As they waited for the reading to continue.

"The alleged father is excluded as the biological father of the tested child."

And with that, Rick's strength left his legs. Black spots form in his vision as though he is about to faint. Michonne wrapped her arm around him to hold him up to her small frame while his lawyer, Andrea, helped from the other side as his tears began to fall.

"Rick, baby, I'm here, I'm still with you. We're going to be okay; I promise."

"Mr Grimes, I can not possibly imagine what you are currently going through. Given that the paternity of the child in question has been established, The divorce between you and your wife should go smoothly after this, that being said, the two of you already have another child to think about. I expect that the two of you will do what is best for your son during this difficult transition in his life and there will be maturity on both sides given that the little girl knows the two of you as her parents. I wish you both well. Court dismissed."

…

She drove them to her villa. She didn't like to drive but had no choice given Rick had been in a daze since everything happened. She helped him inside, all the way to the downstairs, guest bedroom. He developed a high fever and whatever she gave him to eat or drink; he threw up. Knowing it was going to be a turbulent night, she called her cousin to hold her kids till tomorrow. As she finish the call, she noticed a few missed calls from her parents; four from her mother and one from her father. It was then that Michonne was reminded that her folks would arrive tomorrow. She look at her boyfriend and couldn't help but think,

Oh shit!

Her father would not care about Rick's mental state nor make things easy.

"I know this is hard, but you are so strong, baby; you're going to get through this. We will get through this together as a family!"

She laid next to him, holding her beloved in her arms. He nuzzled into her chest and cried as hard as he could. He hadn't cried like this since he'd been a boy his voice degenerated into a childish whimper. He felt better but was so embarrassed he didn't want to look at her. After going for so long he swallowed dryly, unable to wet his parched throat. Michonne stoked his soft dark hair waiting for him to move at his own pace.

Finally, looking up at her, she handed him a bottle of water with a gentle smile on her soft pretty face. He sat up turning away from her to drink still mortified at his actions. It didn't matter to her, she hugged him as snugly as she could manage, resting her head on his left shoulder.

He is so cute!

"You look like you just had an eureka moment. Your eyes are bigger than your head, Grimes."

"Flattering," said Rick.

Looking at a place somewhere over his shoulder, their eyes met, but he broke it off.

"What do I do now?"

"You move forward; we move forward."

"I know I got to, but that was my little girl…" His voice broke trying to choke the words out.

"I know it may seem cold but what the Magistrate said was both important and true. We have to pick up the pieces for Carl and Judith, for André and RJ too."

"I love you so much!"

"I love you too!"

Their eyes locked in a shared understanding as a tear strolled down both their faces. Closing his eyes Michonne pressed a soft kiss to his forehead as they lay down back on the bed, she caressed his back until he fell into a deep sleep in her warm arm.

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N.B

This chapter is a little shorter.

Next chapter you guys will meet Daddy and Mommy Hawthorne

Hope you all enjoyed it.

[detectiveichijouji]

Case 26 -  Ken Ichijouji Arrive Trop Tard

[AO3 version]

“Ah they got the rest of the shards…” Arsenemon observed them by distance.

“I hate to be doing this… But do I have any option?”

“... They won’t forgive me, but… la fin justifie les moyens, I guess.”

“I’m sorry, mon ami…”

They left the 10th piece with Koushiro, who put it into a transparent container and away from the digimon… In his office.

“Good job, everyone” Koushiro complimented them with a smile, “But we still need to retrieve the stolen ten from Arsenemon.”

“Yeah, we know that!” Daisuke said seriously, “We need to keep them safe from Arsenemon!”

“You’re back to being fired up, huh…” Miyako teased him.

“We can do this, catch all of them and then save everyone. Arsenemon is our only enemy now.”

“I think he’s too fired up for our tastes,” Tentomon commended, “… Am I wrong?”

“No, but… that’s a little harsh...” the boy laughed nervously.

“Don’t worry, Koushiro-san” Iori said with a deadpan, “If Daisuke-san does something stupid we will be here to prevent him.”

“H-hey, I won’t-- But if I do, please stop me anyway.”

“That’s a weird thing to say” Patamon commented, everyone agreed.

“Iori was just joking,” Armadimon explained, “Or half-joking, dagya.”

“I know, but… I mean if one of those shards ends up… y’know…”

“Ah…” Hikari frowned.

“But that won’t happen,” V-mon said with a smile, “Daisuke has a good control over his emotions so yeah!”

“... That’s right. I have nothing to fear here!”

Ken was going home, flying on Stingmon right back to the apartment complex where he lives with his family, when he started recapping everything that happened until now.

Since Noel Leblanc appeared, Daisuke had changed drastically his stance on Arsenemon… And he definitely witnessed Noel with a fragment once. And the surname ‘Leblanc’ is too suspicious right… But Noel himself claimed to be a distant relative from Maurice Leblanc, the creator of Arsène Lupin, one of the most famous phantom thief fictional characters in the literature.

“Noel-kun said his birthday is on June 15.”

He phoned Takeru later, once he was at home. Asking if he had discovered something else about that boy.

“June 15?”

“Yes, and there’s something interesting about it… On June 15, 1906… Leblanc published a oneshot featuring Arthur Conan Doyle’s Sherlock Holmes. But Doyle stopped Leblanc from continuing using his character by 1907, in which Leblanc then used the name Herlock Sholmès to continue his story to not abandon it.”

“Hm?”

“Funny detail, isn’t it…?”

“Herlock Sholmes…”

“Ken-chan?” his mother called him. Wormmon went to the door, “Oh, Wormmon… Is Ken-chan busy?”

“He’s on the phone now. Would you like to tell me what it is so I can tell him later?”

“Oh don’t worry, I just wanted to call him for dinner.”

“Alright, I will tell him.”

But why would that sound so suspicious…? Ken was still not sure what this meant. Rather than Daisuke… Acting strange again -- He had left without warnings and said have been after Arsenemon, who had been in the karaoke building that time.

It’s true that Arsenemon was in the building, but why would Daisuke not have warned them?

“... Why did I say that?” Daisuke was lying on his bed after he finished his dinner. V-mon walked in, satisfied with eating enough.

“Aaah~ I love food~”

“You were still eating?” the boy turned his head to the digimon sitting next to him, but on the floor.

“Yeah! It was too delicious to refuse for a second plate!”

“... I couldn’t eat enough though… Something is… buggin’ me.”

“Oh?”

“Ya know… Why did I… say that? Why am I worried about… becoming a victim of those shards?”

“Like you said, everyone can be affected by those, even Koushiro.”

“Yeah… But you said I’m good at controlling my feelings… If I was so sure about that…”

“Hey, you’re worrying about things you can’t control again. That’s not like your usual ‘you’!!”

“I guess it's puberty” he sighed, “But I don’t want to think about this. But I keep… Doing it…”

“... You’re just stressed. Wanna do something to relieve stress?”

“Ah! Want to… Watch those digimon videos on the Network, it’s always fun seeing everyone bonding with their digimon y’know?”

“Yeah! I will catch some popcorn, wait a minute!!” and then V-mon got up and ran to the kitchen.

“H-Hey, you don’t know how to use the microwave!!” and then Daisuke got up, but something stopped him drastically.

He felt… The feeling someone was watching him. He runned to the balcony and opened the door.

“Ah… Thank you, mama!” V-mon voice came from the kitchen, the Motomiyas are really nice to him!! Jun’s partner, Pulsemon, was also asking for some popcorn. He had noticed Daisuke running to the balcony but didn’t realize why though…

“Hey Daisuke?” V-mon looked in the direction of the balcony entrance, so he went there.

“Hm?” the boy looked at him, “I… I thought I heard something but… It was just the wind.”

“Huh… Strange…” V-mon blinked, “Hey, there’s something in your hand…”

“??” He noticed he was holding a paper. It was one of those black cards with a golden paw on the back. Did Arsenemon--?!

“What does it say??”

“...” Daisuke took a look at it, “It says… nothing?”

“Nothing!?” V-mon snatched the card from Daisuke’s hands, “What!? Why would he send something without a word!?”

“Who knows…” Daisuke replied with a shrug, “Anyway, got the popcorn?”

“It’s on the way!!”

Next day, Daisuke showed them the strange Calling Card when they gathered at the karaoke booth after class.

“There’s nothing written here indeed…” Takeru commented.

“That’s strange,” Hawkmon frowned, “Why would Arsenemon send you something like this…?”

“Beats me” Daisuke replied, “More… More likely how did he deliver this without me noticing he was there?”

“Hmm… Are you sure you didn’t notice anything strange?” Iori asked.

“I… I did feel someone was watching me… But… It was just the wind.”

“The wind?” Tailmon, Hikari and Miyako repeated.

“Yeah, the… window was opened a little bit, so the sound of the wind… Y’know, that thing that does… Whoooosh and sounded like a wolf’s howl.”

“Ah, I see…” they all said, except for Ken.

“A-anyway… I have no idea what this means!! It has nothing written here! Maybe he’s just pranking me!?”

“... Have you put it against the light?” Ken finally spoke.

“H-huh!?”

“There’s special inks that cannot be visible to the naked eye, you have to use a warm source in order to reveal its contents. Like a desktop lamp.”

“... I didn’t. I forgot this was a thing.”

“Then do it now,” Ken then took from his pocket a small flashlight.

“Why did you have that in your pocket, dagya!?” Armadimon asked what everyone wanted to say but was beaten by him.

“Last night the power was out in my area, so I brought it with me.”

“Still weird to have a flashlight right now…” Daisuke blinked, “Or is it because you’re into this detective role more than me?”

“Shut up and give me the calling card.”

“Right, mr. Detective~”

Ken turned the flashlight on and put the card over it. The others grouped behind him, the curiosity definitely killing them. They squinted their eyes… 

“…”

“…”

“It says…”

“ ‘It says…’??” the others repeated together in unison.

“... Nothing.”

“NOTHING!?”

“This is a surprise to me too…” Ken babbled, he was confused as everyone else in the room.

“So he’s just making fun of us!!” Daisuke hissed, “That sneaky evil thief!!”

“But he knows we have the other ten shards,” Hikari mused, “Maybe this is a warning he will attack us soon…”

“Maybe it didn’t work because the flashlight is not--” Ken tried to explain, but he was interrupted by Daisuke’s gibberish angry noises.

“Then we have to look for him FIRST!” Miyako shouted, and turned her laptop on, “I’ll use Izumi-senpai’s radar to detect the other ten pieces and find his whereabouts!!”

“Guys, I…” Ken tried to talk again, but at this point everyone was not giving him attention anymore. Hikari, Takeru, Iori and Daisuke plus their partners grouped behind Miyako, and they watched the screen.

“That’s rude of your part!” Wormmon complained, “Ken-chan wanted to--”

“It’s okay, maybe they’re right… We should focus on tracking those stolen fragments first.”

“B-But Ken-chan!!”

“I said it’s okay, don’t worry about it Wormmon” he smiled serenely.

“.................. I can’t detect any of them!!”

“You can do it, Miyako!” Daisuke shouted, “BUT SOME BRAIN POWER HERE!!”

“I’M TRYING I’M TRYING BUT NOTHING APPEARS ON THE MAP!!”

“DO WHAT THOSE HACKERS DO IN THE MOVIES!!”

“WHA-WHAT DO YOU MEAN?! THOSE MOVIES ARE NOT EVEN A REALISTIC DEPICTION OF HACKING OR PROGRAMMING!!”

“...” Ken watched them for a while and then he just… left the booth with Wormmon. He sent Takeru a text message explaining he just went out to take a breath. 

Hopefully he would come back with the solution of that enigmatic calling card.

Arsenemon said he would take the shard from Yamato previously, but he didn’t appear. And according to Daisuke, he was there but probably was chased by Daisuke himself in the most reckless way possible.

Those made no sense to Ken. Wormmon was on his shoulder, looking at him.

“Something makes no sense…”

“Hm?”

“Why wouldn’t Daisuke warn us? Why would he leave V-mon with me again?” 

“Do you think he lied?”

“He’s bad at lying, he’s too straightforward and blunt about his feelings and thoughts.”

“True, true…”

“... he wouldn’t lie to us, or at least not to me.”

“What do you think this calling card means?” Wormmon pointed to the card in Ken’s hand, “Do you think there’s something hidden in it?”

“Yeah, I’m trying to solve its mystery.”

Everything seemed to lie within that ominous calling card…

“You’re just having fun with it, ain’t ya?” Espimon said, with an annoyed and tired voice. She was looking at Arsenemon in his disguised form.

“Before I can get all of those shards and seal them away, sure why not?” he chuckled innocently.

“You shouldn’t toy with the Chosen Children!!” she snapped, “They will totally not get that you’re actually on their side if you keep treating it like a game!!”

“Humans are fascinating living beings, don’t you think mademoiselle Espimon?” he smiled, “They can have their spats… But true friendship is what leads them to the right path. They will be fine, I’m sure they find it entertaining as well.”

“Uh… Do you think it’s okay doing this to them…?” she shook her head in disapproval “Tsc tsc, boss… I’m disappointed.”

“They wouldn’t believe me if I told them the truth. I tried though…” he shrugged, “And got no results. Not a single good outcome. So if we have to do something like this…”

“But! How about Impmon and Dracumon??”

“Ah… Uh… We have to track them down right…” he stroked his chin, “They better stay away from this. But I’ve got it covered too, mes amis are on their track too.”

“Huh… You mean Soleil and Lune?” She blinked.

“Oui. I know they like to work hunting the bad apples and making them pay.”

“Geesh, I don’t want to watch this trainwreck of a show” she pouted, “It will ruin everything you--…”

“Alright, alright. If our little monsieur detéctive catches moi before I get my hands on their shards, I will surrender and explain everything WE know to them all.”

Ken took the calling card with him to home, and tried to find a way to reveal its content. He thought the flashlight wouldn’t be warm enough to show the content, so putting it against the light didn’t work.

“Sigh…”

Maybe if he used a lighter? He knew his dad had one, despite not smoking. None of the Ichijoujis smoke, so he only had that to light candles. Maybe he should do it somewhere safer…

“Ken-chan, what are you planning to do with that?”

“The other alternative for invisible inks is using fire to heat the ink and reveal what’s hidden.”

“Oooh, like in the movies!”

“Unless this card is enchanted with magic, we might learn what’s written…”

“I can do the magic part as Pucchiemon, if you want…!”

“Pucchiemon is a fairy digimon…” Ken mused, “Thanks, I’m counting on you if this doesn’t work.”

“... Yeah I think I’m doing something bad” Arsenemon(?) sighed, “But it is justified. I need those shards so I can seal them away from both worlds. Do you understand me… Right? Then… lend me your power, mon ami.”

… Silence.

“Why are you… Doing this?” The person whom Arsenemon was talking to finally spoke, “Couldn’t you… Just straight say it instead?”

“Ah… You shouldn’t underestimate the Chosen Children, they’re said to be heroes but… I don’t think they would cooperate with a digimon and a thief.”

“... I understood. But why do you think I would help, anyway?” the person shrugged, “You’re aware that I will hate you for this later, right…?”

“I’m well aware of the risks, but you’re the one who simply offered me a hand countless times. So I suppose I can be forgiven for this.”

“When I get back to normal you might get dunked into the trash. Letting you know.”

“Will you?” Arsenemon laughed gently, “That might be what humans call ‘aggressive affection’ right?”

“No, I meant LITERALLY dunking you in the closest dumpster.”

“Oh… That’s cruel coming from you,” he frowned.

Ken used the lighter’s flame closer to the calling card. He and Pucchiemon were in the ceiling of their building, trying to test that option first.

“Ken-chan,” Pucchiemon gasped, “Something is appearing in the paper!!”

“... I know, Let’s finish heating the ink and then read the content.”

The ink was revealing word by word, and then Ken winced once he finished reading the complete sentence.

“Darn it!!”

“W-what is it!?” Pucchiemon saw Ken closing the lighter and dropping the calling card on the floor. He then took it from the ground and…

I need your help, mon ami. Can you give me the shards you six gathered, s'il te plaît?

“He… he’s asking…”

“EVOLVE INTO STINGMON AND TAKE ME TO KOUSHIRO-SAN’S OFFICE” Ken shouted, then he just phoned the others, his heart racing and afraid of something happening to…

“Uh? Daisuke-kun?” Koushiro blinked, “Why are you here at this hour?”

“I uhh… I need you to help me with something! It’s important!”

“Where’s V-mon?” Tentomon asked.

“He crashed into bed and didn’t want to come with me” he shrugged, “I think I know how we can get the other ten shards!”

“You…?” Tentomon and Koushiro looked at each other, and then to the boy. It’s very unusual for Daisuke to make plans, or rather… not telling other young five beforehand.

“Y-Yeah… It’s like… You need to look at this area!” he pointed to a random part on the map “I think it’s somewhere there…!!”

“Somewhere…?” Koushiro and Tentomon looked at the screen, where Daisuke was pointing at. They didn’t notice the boy snapping his fingers from his free hand behind his back, making a black cat with green eyes pop from the screen.

“?! What?!” Tentomon gasped -- This is…!?

Then both Koushiro and Tentomon fell unconscious on the floor. Daisuke muttered “I’m sorry, Koushiro-san, Tentomon…” and headed to the container with the wicked Digimental pieces inside. He was ready to grab it when…

“?!”

Wormmon’s sticky silk thread pulled his hand back.

He looked back and saw the entire group there, in shock.

“What are you doing!?” Miyako screamed.

“...” They definitely noticed something was wrong with him.

“I should’ve expected this would happen…” Ken said with a serious voice, “You were under Arsenemon’s control since that time he casted that spell on you, weren’t you?”

“He… He told me the truth,” Daisuke smiled, and put his hand on the top of the container, “Don’t worry, he’ll help us. I promise y’all.”

“Daisuke-kun, snap out of this!!” Hikari pleaded.

“I hate what I’m doing, but please understand this is for everyone’s sake!”

“Why would we trust you in this state?!” Takeru argued, “You’re brainwashed or something!”

“...” he dropped the smile and frowned, “He was right, we wouldn’t understand his motives after all…”

“Wormmon, don’t dare to release that silk thread!” Miyako shouted angrily, and then everyone held the poor insect digimon like a tug war, forcing Daisuke to be dragged back.

“You have me to do this…!!” he tried to resist, “I don’t want anyone else to be corrupted by those things ever again…!!”

“You’re out of yourself!” Armadimon screamed, “Don’t let him fool you, dagya!!”

“Daisuke-san, please listen to us!!” Hawkmon added.

“We will find a way to keep those away from everyone!!” Patamon said, while he and the others tried to keep Daisuke away from the container.

“L-Let me go…!” Yeah, he wouldn’t give in either… “This is the only way we can fix Ken’s mistake!!”

“Well, I will fix MY mistake without letting some thief force my best friend to betray us…!”

“!!?” He stopped resisting and let the group drag him away. All of a sudden??

“... Did you give up now?” Iori asked Daisuke, and he nodded his head.

“I… I don’t think we should be fighting him though…”

“Huh?” the others (but Ken) exclaimed.

“What do ya mean, dagya?”

Daisuke sighed, quite disappointed and ashamed of what he was trying to do.

“Arsenemon… He wants to seal those away, in another place, one no one can access. One place no one can return from if they try going there.”

“But why didn’t he say it before?!” Patamon pouted.

“Well, he wanted to have fun at least” the boy shrugged, surely Daisuke was still strange, but he managed to resist(?) to something, “He loves human being’s lifestyles. The idea of playing a cat and rat game was fascinating.”

“Why did you simply decide to help him?” Hawkmon asked.

“I had no other choice, that’s all.”

“You’re lying again,” Ken said, annoyed.

“No, I’m not. I never lied… I just never told y’all. But he believed he had no other choice. And I guess he was right this whole time.”

“Using you like that is unforgivable!” Miyako clenched her fists, “Once I found him…”

“... I let him do it. And I think it’s not anyone’s fault here, just a thread of misunderstandings…”

“Then, why didn’t you warn us before??” Tailmon asked next.

“Actually he did,” Iori mused, “when we talked to Koushiro-san earlier, I made a light joke and then Daisuke-san asked us to stop him.”

“Wait… Was it… Ah, yeah. Yeah.”

“What did you do to Koushiro-san?” Hikari asked.

“He told me to cast this spell and make him and Tentomon fall asleep. I swear I didn’t kill them! I hope…”

Then Takeru checked Koushiro’s pulse, and turned to the group, “He’s fine, just passed out.”

“Phew…” Daisuke sighed in relief, “I know I did a bad thing, but… Can we please do the right thing and talk to Arsenemon…?”

“I don’t think so… It doesn’t sound like a good idea” Wormmon said, and the others nodded.

“... You won’t trust me because of this too,” he asked them. They nodded and he felt hopeless.

“If he didn’t mean no harm, why did he use you?” Takeru clenched his fist.

“We’re running in circles, at least talk with him!!”

“Wormmon, do the honors” Ken asked him.

“W-what do y’all plan to d-do!?”

“Sticky Net!!”

Wormmon used his sticky silk thread to tie up Daisuke. Miyako and Hawkmon went to wake Koushiro and Tentomon up. And once they were awake again, they explained what had happened. But there was something shameful in Daisuke’s face. Oh he hated what he had done…!! But…

“... You should watch your surroundings.”

“Huh?” Patamon blinked.

The lights went off all of a sudden and they all were in the dark. Something happened for a few seconds and then when the lights went on again…

“GAH!? DAISUKE DISAPPEARED!!” Patamon shouted.

“The fragments too” Armadimon reported.

“H-Have Daisuke-han turned into our enemy now…?” Tentomon asked himself.

“Ken-kun?” Miyako noticed Ken was too quiet.

“Koushiro-san, can we use the tracker now?” he asked with a smirk in the face!?

“Yuck, this silky thread is really sticky…!!” Daisuke complained, carrying the container under his arm, “I should’ve asked for V-mon’s help but…”

He walked for a few hours now… Until he went to a building’s ceiling. Arsenemon was there, kinda upset?? But why?

“You’re kinda late,” Arsenemon spoke… differently from his usual.

“Oh relax,” Daisuke smiled, “It worked, be thankful for that.”

“I hate what we have done…” he dramatically whined. The boy was not sure what to say though, “I’m so sorry…!”

“Hey, I’m the one who should be sorry. But there’s no other op--”

“NILE JEWELRY”

Arsenemon jumped on Daisuke and shielded him with his cape, reflecting the explosive jewel dart to the side. Once he uncovered the kid, both him and Daisuke saw the group landing on the top of that same building they were in.

“So… y’all followed me.” Daisuke, nonchalantly.

“We will retrieve all of those shards right now, Arsenemon” Nefertimon said with a threatening tone of voice. 

“I noticed too late that detail” Ken said, and then he pointed at Daisuke, “You’re not the real Motomiya Daisuke.”

“Huh??” they all blinked.

“Have you hit your head when y’all were in the dark dude!?” Daisuke babbled, “Of course I’m Daisuke.”

“Then… How did you explain you having powers only Arsenemon has? You were building this up… Set the scene of stealing Daisuke’s identity to trick Izumi Koushiro-san.”

“Dude…?” 

“Then sent Daisuke a strange calling card to pretend you were asking for his help. Tell me, since when have you switched places with Daisuke, Arsenemon?” and he smirked.

That silence could either mean Ken was right… or that he was just in total denial. But the truth was…

“... As expected from you, monsieur detéctive. You’ve caught me,” Daisuke(?) smiled. He snapped his fingers and suddenly the illusion forms both he and Arsenemon(?) were undone, revealing…

“You’re terrible at being me…!” Daisuke (the real one) hissed.

… that Daisuke and Arsenemon had switched appearances.

“Oh…!! Now that makes sense” Hikari nodded, “That’s why Daisuke-kun was acting strangely.”

“No, there’s more…” Takeru interrupted her, “You're not just Arsenemon, right?”

“Hm?” Arsenemon blinked, “Oh… I guess I was careless enough to make things too easy for you all…” and shook his head.

“What do ya mean?” Armadimon blinked, “Is there more?”

“Won’t you tell them, Daisuke?” Ken asked him, “After all you know it too, or didn’t you know?”

“...”

“Daisuke-san knows?” Hawkmon asked.

“Yeah, I know” and the goggle boy sighed, “Kinda recently, but yeah…”

“Hmmm??” Miyako raised an eyebrow.

“We have a lot to talk about,” Arsenemon chuckled, snapped fingers and his form changed to… “You can dunk me into the dumpster as you promised, Motomiya-san.”

“N-Noel(-kun/san)??!” the others, but Ken and Takeru (+ their mons), exclaimed.

“Now that we have been introduced… Allow me to explain my goal here, Chosen Children.”

[totally-correct-shenanigans]

(the same psa as my little reason why applies here: it's late; i'm not medicated and very autistic; and my lines between canon and my fanon get blurry sometimes . incomprehensibility ahead!)

aha ! more musical rambling . i'm very full of brain about these songs so i hope you are ready for at least 3 of these , possibly more . i said i was going to go backwards from strangest to most sensical but arbitrary rules put in place by myself aren't real or legally binding so you get this, which makes the absolute most sense to me of everything ever:

rule #23 - birds of a feather ; fish in a birdcage

this is THE sly cooper song. (it also applies to fa.bian seac.aster and prince sid.on and also possibly ste.ven un.iverse because those four are all the same character in different fonts and i will DIE on that hill.)

now this song is quite a bit longer and as such the breakdown/analysis will be quite a bit longer. i would apologize, but this is the most sly cooper song to ever sly cooper song (/j, so i will not.

another preface before we really get into it 3 is my favorite of the three and i like the full found family of the cooper gang so that's certainly influencing this lol. just keep in mind that most parts that i'm like "this is about the cooper gang!" could probably JUST be about bentley and murray if you wanted! it's all up to interpretation <3

"She was born by the sea / Her father bounced her on his knee / While he shared past stories of grandeur"

okay so for the sake of lyrical clarity i'm not gonna change the pronouns BUT the she really should be he bc it's sly the 'she' is sly <3 literally sly says the words "it all started when i was just a kid, bouncing on my father's knee" like. (i should clarify i don't know fi that's the exact phrasing but i know he says that he was bouncing on his father's knee so that's what's important yknow.)

the past stories of grandeur are presumably a mix of connor's misadventures/whatever old wive's tales he told and the tales from the thievius raccoonus. i know sly techinically didn't inherit the book until he was 8 (and then he really didn't get to until he was 18) but i think it's said/shown that he had at least read some of it before then and just bc he didn't own it doesn't mean connor didn't tell him stories y'know.

"That would dance inside her head / Every night while tucked in bed / Same tales, different actor"

i think this is pretty self-explanatory lol . i suppose i don't remember it being said that sly always wanted to be a master thief like the rest of his family but i'm pretty sure it's implied and by the time we meet him he's dead-set on living up to his family's legacy so. i'm sure he had his fantasies about being a master thief !!

"There were costumes on the floor / She'd use a wooden stick and board / To vanquish the foes that were after / All them stuffed-up toys"

please imagine sly with a fake child-proof tiny version of the cooper cane beating up stuffed animals while connor watches proudly .

"All them stuffed-up toys / That were sticking 'round by choice / They were family, in this together"

(note: the "all them stuffed-up toys" line isn't sang twice it's just written twice because i couldn't decide on where i wanted it to go)

desperately trying to figure out what this line means even in a non-sly cooper context lol. why are the stuffed-up toys that were playing the role of foes sticking around by choice and being family in this together. or perhaps the foes are after all them stuffed-up toys that were sticking 'round by choice?

anyway. in a sly cooper context, please consider these two options:

either it's about sly's actual family e.i. connor and sly's scarcely spoken of mother (we get a cutoff family photo and sly saying "[the five] caught up with my parents" (parents plural) and that's about all we have of sly's mom lol). perhaps if my "the foes are after the stuffed-up toys" theory is correct, the foes could be the fiendish five, and the stuffed-up toys that were stickin' round by choice are sly's parents.

i read a really good fic once where connor told his wife that she could escape bc she wasn't technically a cooper and her response was "fuck that i'm staying." maybe that's the "sticking 'round by choice, they were family, in this together" thing. that's kind of sweet.

or option two it's a preface to the next line, and the ones that "were sticking 'round by choice" are bentley and murray. my gay heart of found family sings for this, but i think i prefer option one, because there's plenty of found family-ness to be had as the song continues and also the idea of sly's mom very willingly sticking around to defend her husband & her son makes me Feel Things .

"Well she grew like a tree / She sought out bonny company / Built the finest crew you could ask for"

note: bonny means attractive or beautiful

sly grew more like a twig than a tree but that's okay /j

presumably this bonny crew is bentley and murray, but if you'd like to place this in sly 3 it could also be the whole cooper gang! i imagine the extended cg were a little more "sought out" than bentley and murray were, but the brothers were the first two even if they weren't exactly sought out. it's important to keep your roots in mind ! either way i'm sure they were the finest crew sly could ask for, so.

"They were brave and sturdy lads / That reminded her of Dad / Back to back, birds of a feather"

okay this one makes me moreso think of the full CG because i cannot imagine just bentley and murray, esp. in sly 1 times, really reminding him of connor. though maybe in part they do bc it's implied in the comics* that sly didn't know connor had a team until mcsweeney contacted him so maybe bentley and murray remind sly of his father in ways that may or may not have actually applied to his father.

to be fair, i'm sure they'd have reminded sly of connor in some ways, even if they weren't like super major. this post is already so long that my post editor is lagging lol that's not related just funny to me.

again, either way the last line applies; be it with just bentley and murray or with the full gang, they are back-to-back, and they are birds of a feather :]

"(Ah di ah, hi di oh) / A voyage for the soul / Back to back, birds of a feather"

(notes: this is the chorus so i'm not gonna rewrite it every time lol. also i just went with the spotify lyrics for the ah di ah, hi di oh because i'm not sure how else one would spell that so . ah di ah hi di oh yknow)

my aforementioned sly 3-loving heart says that the voyage for the soul should be the one for the map, but really i think all 3 game's Voyages tm count, so ! take your pick. again, they're all back-to-back birds of a feather regardless.

"With a scaled-down graph / Her husband did the math / On a course to have the advantage"

two options ! we replace husband with brother and say it's bentley, because he absolutely would have a scaled-down graph and he's usually the one making courses so they can have the advantage. and doing math.

OR you can say it's carmelita during one of the times they're working together. i highly doubt she had a scaled-down graph during Krakarov, but she DID set a course so they could have the advantage... if you consider shooting lava slugs and deathray supports "setting a course," that is. and if you consider sly's cane The Advantage. which to be fair it kind of is so.

again, take your pick ! a very flexible tune we have today :]

"'Cause the British, they were smart / But they didn't have the heart / Of our strong, Irish companions"

okay this is the "swept in with the throng" of this one bc i do not have any like solid brain thoughts about this BUT this is yet another one that can apply to all three games but that i like applying to the third:

for thievius raccoonus, "the British" could be the Fiendish Five, in which the "strong, Irish companions" are bentley and murray

for band of thieves, "the British" could be the Klaww Gang, and the companions are once more Bentley and Murray

or for honor among thieves, the companions are of course the full Cooper Gang, but "the British" could be all of the miscellaneous sly 3 villains or it could be- if you stand at a distance and don't look directly at it- read as referring to the Klaww Gang and the Fiendish Five! looking back at my little reason why you should be able to tell that i have strong opinions about the dysfunctionality of the villain teams lol. anyway it's like the panda king and dimitri being like "yeah you guys were good at being evil but you all hated each other. and now we've got a team that's good at bieng good(?) AND love each other." y'know? y'know.

"They can write shoddy laws / And try to buy her off"

this is the REAL swept in with the throng but something something interpol and cops and sly being seduced by or seducing carmelita and neyla and eventually giving up his thieving life for the former something something "buying him off" something something

"But they'll never own what we have here / A solidarity, within familiar seas / 'Cause we are one in a thousand"

back at it again with the found family <3 i think this one's mostly self-explanatory; the cooper gang is superior bc they're not just a team of thieves, they're a family, hence the "solidarity within familiar seas."

"She defended her name / As the cannon-shots and flames / Tried to deter what she is after"

glancing back at thievius raccoonus where sly is literally defending his name and getting said thievius raccoonus back while the five are constantly trying to kill him. the "cannon-shots and flames" specifically reminds me of clockwerk which tbf he really did try and deter sly so.

however, throughout all three games sly is defending his name and dealing with "cannon-shots and flames" (literal (looking at you Dead Men Tell No Tales) or otherwise) so once more the flexibility comes in lol.

"And although she lost her love / She's never giving up / To these tyrant dirty ol' bastards"

gotta admit i'm not entirely sure what to make of the "although she lost her love" in this context but sly 4's angry ex plotline (derogatory) comes to mind. or maybe it's just about him not being able to be w/ her throughout the trilogy bc they're on separate sides of the law, who's to say.

anyway sly never gives up to tyrant dirty old bastards and in fact frequently makes tyrant dirty old bastards give up instead. once more reminds me specifically of thievius raccoonus but i'm not 100% sure why. something about the spite and the spark that only cocky sly 1 sly has, maybe

"We would charge as a pack / You could never hold us back / We are fierce and grew with each battle"

and back to the sly-3-ness :] they don't really "charge as a pack" until the big heist at the end but they do charge as a pack so i think it still counts. and they really aren't held back, with the exception of sly's near-death experience- and even then they DO still get into the vault so really i just don't think they can be held back. and they are certainly fierce !

and they literally grow with each battle in sly 3. like that's the whole reason you fight half the battles, so the crew can grow. now that i'm thinking about it i think Dr. M is the only one you don't fight to grow the crew and that's hilarious. and fitting !

"'Cause it's etched inside our veins / The hardships that we've gained / We've become a myth unraveled"

i wanna say bentley getting chomped is a prime example of their hardships being "etched inside [their] veins" and i'm sure the others (sly included) have a lot of scars after all their misadventures.

also there's no way the cooper gang isn't like a legend in the criminal underworld, all things considered. i don't think you take down not one, but two prime contenders in said criminal underworld and not be considered a legend, hence the becoming a myth thing.

i have a fic wip that's literally just about the B team learning that the brothers are in fact not the untouchable legends they'd heard of. that's only vaguely related but it feels close enough, considering they've "become a myth unraveled." if you want like an actual Thing for them being unraveled, just consider the unraveling the disbanding of the crew post-heist, which leads into the next part fairly well i think.

"In those final days / In the castle she had claimed / She drew the sword that had brought her / Through countless victories that she survived to see / In the tales of her own grandeur"

the castle is actually carmelita's apartment /j

presumably "the sword" is really the cooper cane, all things considered. i think the full-circle-ness of this is really sweet in a sly context; several times, sly mentions living up to his father and his family's legacy, and now he can say he's got a "tale of [his] own grandeur" and has officially made his father proud :]

*i think it's in the first one; sly says that his dad would have been able to pull the heist alone, which therefore implies that he thinks his dad did do it alone. it's 4:20 am (nice) and the incomprehensibility is TRULY starting to sink in so i'm not sure this makes any sense to anyone else but it makes sense to me i swear.

if you read all of that, two things:

one! you're my hero and i love you. /p

two! are you OKAY. /j

[wandersoffdoodling]

An Introduction to Alex Evergreen.

AKA, "you know what I really should put my stuff on tumblr"

This is my official introduction to my guy, my muse, my blorbo Alex Evergreen. he lives in my head rent free and has consumed my waking thoughts for the last YEAR.

long post, content under the cut.

he is:

lonely

very smart

absolutely terrible at introspection. he's an idiot.

independent. too much so for his own good, really. once flew across the Atlantic ocean when he was 12. without telling anyone. because he wanted to visit his friend who had gone home for the summer.

I love him

has a collection of highly ironic t-shirts. the t-shirts vary by au but options include "science: like magic but real" when he's a wizard.

ask me about the t-shirts.

quiet

HUGE nerd.

forgets to be quiet when he's being a nerd

he is very hard to befriend but is INTENSELY ride-or-die

appears tolerant and chill until you cross a line, and then he will end you. he once sent himself to the hospital due to blood loss as part of his plan to get back at someone.

he buried someone alive in the woods when he was 16. because he didn't want to hurt them and needed them out of the way.

Background: he is, unfortunately, rooted in HP because he's a result of me saying "what if harry was replaced with someone who behaves entirely differently, with the exact same background?". JKR sucks and is transphobic, pass it on.

among other things, he:

figured out he had powers when he was 8 or 9. however, he assumed that he was force-sensitive rather than a baby wizard.

befriended multiple garden snakes

stuck the hogwarts letter up his shirt when he got it, thus avoiding the whole letters incident

decides staying with the Dursleys for the rest of the summer would be stupid and boring and gets money for transit to London from Vernon with the promise that he'll be out of Vernon's hair until next summer.

he rents the smallest room he can find in diagon alley. not bc of price but because normal sized rooms feel too big to him.

sorts slytherin. this is not taken well by anyone. this eleven year old is met with DEAD SILENCE from the entire great hall because they either are shocked that their little baby hero got the evil house or because they've taken this as a sign that he's the next dark lord.

allows himself to be befriended by draco because he can tell that draco has a lot of social power and figures that standing behind the bully is better than getting picked on by them

fights the troll- reason varies by au. in the original/base au he does it bc he realizes that if someone gets pasted by a troll they might close the school. in the "true" version he does it to protect someone who was kind to him.

he knows far more spells than Harry and Ron did, but none of them are effective on a troll, which is resistant to magic. his strategy is to make it mad and stall for time until the teachers arrive.

is terrible at quidditch

this causes quirrel to put a snake under his bed instead of trying to make him fall off a broom

he convinces the snake not to kill him

is entirely disinterested in the philosopher's stone and the third floor corridor

"someone's trying to steal the infinite money and live forever stone? sounds like a problem for adults."

not that he thinks adults are competent enough to stop it happening. he just doesn't care.

the mirror of erised works as intended, actually, if quirrel ever gets there.

quirrel probably either takes one last stab at alex before going for the stone or is unsuccessful and returns to trying to kill alex while he works on that. alex uses the protection his mother gave him to kill quirrel.

while fighting quirrel doesn't really make sense, I wanted to keep that in so that the main events in following books would still happen.

[ikilledjoffery]

owed debt

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“What in the seven hells are you doing?” At first the noise that had woken you sounded like soldiers pounding their staffs into the ground as if you had slept walked and woke up somewhere that you weren’t supposed to be. But upon further inspection it was simply Aemond who paced quickly against the floor and slammed his boots down harshly.

“Go back to sleep.” He demanded as he stopped, his boots squeaked against the floor at his abruptness. 

“I cannot sleep with your consistent noise making husband.” With a rub of your eyes and a resistant pull from your head and pillows you sat up. 

“Mm.” He made a small noise and nodded his head, though he did not manage to make any eye contact with you as he did so. 

“What troubles you my prince?” You were able to speak just as demanding as he, especially sitting straight up. 

“I didn’t mean to do it.” Aemond defended himself a bit loudly as he stood closer to the door than to you, his shadow cast onto the floor in front of you, neither version of him was close enough to reach for.

“Come here, I’m sure this can be addressed in the morn.” Though you cared to hear what bothered him so, you saw his defiance to tell you. With Aemond that was always a sign to not press further, usually he would just speak his mind without a care of your reaction. 

“Vhagar disobeyed me.” He took such slow steps forward that his shadow began to engulf you. 

“What is a flame?” You assumed that he had possibly lit up silk street or worse something of the Baratheon’s which would not fare well with his brother, mother, or grandsire. 

“Lucerys is dead.” Aemond stood at the foot of the bed, his eye patch laid tightly wound in his fist, as he became more visible his skin looked paler than usual and his hair was ary. 

“What?” You whisper yelled in his direction as you fought with the blankets to get closer to him, your gown attempting to keep you in your comfortable space that you had managed to put yourself in. 

“Vhagar attacked him and Arrax, they had no chance of victory.” Aemond was now looking directly at you as you crawled up the bed to be close to him. 

“Are you sure he has passed? He was a bastard but he still had the dragon's blood?” Aemond did not lose his tenseness as you touched his face and moved your hands from there to the tops of his shoulders. 

“They fell from the sky wingless and in pieces, there is not a chance he survived.” Aemond shook his head at your response. 

“Who knows?” He huffed as if he was sick of you questioning the situation but he knew that you were aware of the severity that this could bring. 

“I’m not sure, but I am sure that someone has been alerted, we did not fight above any bodies of water, everyone knows what that bastard looks like so he would not be misplaced,  even as mangled as he was.” Aemond opened his hand and sat his eye patch next to your right knee that dipped into the mattress and blankets. 

“Oh Aemond.” Moving further up to straighten your spine as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders putting your head into his neck. 

His hands stayed at his sides as you tried to bring him some sort of comfort, you had assumed that he acted the way he had because he felt somewhat sorry for what he had done. The back of his jacket felt heavy with water, he had originally left much earlier to speak with Borros Baratheon, but clearly that had not taken him the full day. His neck was ice cold as was his hair that was stuck frozen to the skin. 

“I do not mourn him.” Aemond spoke, “I have concern for what they will wish for in return and who else I may have to kill.” This made your head pop up. 

“Aemond, he was your family, he may have been against you but he was still your kin.” It concerned you of how little care he had for the boy, only ten and four that he had slaughtered. 

“Barely.” Aemond scoffed, coating it with a laugh as his lips curled up a little after he spoke. 

“Change and come to bed or get out, I sleep here and I wish to rest well tonight.” You took your hands off of him seeing his lack of care for such a touching situation. But the moment you dropped your hands he grabbed your arms and placed them back where they had been. 

“Do not make demands of me and do not halt your affections because I speak how I feel.” Aemond whispered angrily at you, your faces now extremely close. 

“Your lack of feeling is my concern. What if they wish for my head? You have no heirs and they cannot wish for Aegon anymore.” Your voice weakened after hearing what he had to say. He had already committed a crime and not felt a thing for it, he would likely do it again if provided a reason. Aemond watched as tears swelled in the bottom of your eyes. Though you didn’t let them slip out of fear he would sense that they were for Luke who you did care for. 

“If anyone utters a word of such violence they will have to choose between being hung for all to see or if they wish to have their head on a spike.” Though his words provoked horrid images in your brain they brought you some comfort knowing that he would defend your life. 

You nodded your head as he kept completely still inches from your face, not able to breathe as his breath took away from yours, the air he blew out was so hot against your skin. He released you from the grip he had more roughly than he had applied it. But you left your hands right where they were as you let your hands readjust to being comfortable. 

“You are cold and wet, I do not wish you ill.” You were not going to tell him what to do, but the least you could do was express the truth. 

“Help me dress and I will come to bed.” Nodding you threw your legs over the bed putting light weight on your legs as you got out. Aemond watched as you stumbled to your feet. You got in front of him as quickly as you could to take his jacket off. Once you did that you laid his clothes in the chair made to match the wooden desk.You had also grabbed his eyepatch off the bed to set it with the rest of his clothes as it also needed to dry. That idiotic eye for an eye is all you could think about as you unfolded the eye patch and laid it on the desk. Suddenly your walk became slower to you as you returned to Aemond. Without looking into his eyes you began undoing his outer layer of clothes. This is the last thing Lucerys saw is all  your brain could think as you peeled the wet leather off of his body taking it off his upper body. The shirt he wore under his other was completely dry, at least it almost stayed that way. You couldn’t take it, the normal approach he was having to killing someone was just scary and the boy he killed was truly just a boy. Though immature, Lucerys was kind, gentle, quiet and passive.

“Why do you cry?” Aemond felt your body shake, heard a whimper, and hot water being laid on his back like small rain. 

“I apologize Aemond he just, he was so young.” You whispered as you laid your head in between his shoulder blades. He began to turn around slowly as he shook his head.

“Y/n look at me.” He held you in a tight grip as he turned to get you to face him. “He died on dragon back the way any dragon rider would want to go.” Aemond had your face in his hands forcing you to crane your neck and look up at him. 

“Aemond I-” You couldn’t even speak without sobs breaking from your lips. 

“You are my lady wife, loyal to me, not to the dead bastard, not to my whore aunt. To me and my family. This is the last you will cry over this and the last this matter will be discussed in this way.” He wiped tears from under your eyes, his fingers moved to do so. “You may shed tears for him, but you also must shed tears for me, I will never get the debt I am owed.” 

With just a nod you began to reach down and help him get out of his pants so that the two of you could lie together and get rest. You knew that he would not sleep with them on and that he would not be the one to take them off. The moment he stepped out of his pants you took them and ran over to where the rest of his belongings sat. Small screams came from your mouth while you tried to avoid letting it all out. Before you could turn and speak to him he grabbed you by the elbow,

“To bed. Enough with this.” He yanked you into him before he helped you onto the bed. Aemond waited for you to pull the covers over yourself before doing the same. You simply hid your face in your arm, the tears wouldn’t stop falling as your heart ached for the boy who must have been terrified. You would’ve been terrified if the last thing you saw were Vhagar’s jaws wide open directly at you. 

“Seven hells.” Aemond shouted before he took you by the arm and pulled you into his chest, using his arm on the opposite of where you then laid to push your head as close as it could get. 

He allowed you to wrap your arms around his neck and continue to cry, and something in Aemond knew that this was not going to be resolved soon. Matter of fact he knew that you were going to carry on until you passed out. But he didn’t mind, as long as it meant that this situation was over…

[todo7roki]

I WILL MAKE YOU FEEL GOOD - JENO LEE BAD!BOY.

CONTENTS: smut, profanity, mentions of jaehyun and johnny, kissing in public, cliche scenes, oral!m, choking, cute words like "babe" hair pulling, dirty talk.

a/n: my first language is not english, so forgive me if there is any mistake.

MASTERLIST | PORTUGUESE VERSION

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Clothes thrown on the bed, the mirror in front of me reflected the image of a woman who was tired of this situation of cancelled dates. Jaemin and I would have a nice dinner that night, and who knows something else, but as heir of his father's company, his schedule could change from one hour to the next and this caused in cancellation of meetings, delays and fights.

"Forgive me for this, I promise to reward you later"

That was the last message he had sent me that night, and I just answered with a simple, "okay, I understand." And I really understood, he had serious commitments and I couldn't demand anything from him, after all, jamein wasn't my boyfriend.

Our connection was just sexual, of course, he was also a good friend, but I couldn't expect anything romantic to come from him.

But I expected something from him, I felt something for him. And looking at the cell phone screen, I spent a few minutes admiring her picture.

- want to go to the party in the house of the jaehyun? My mother told me to take you just so you don't get depressed in this room.

- i don't think so, but thank you. I know you want to be a good brother but that's fine. - I told my brother, Johnny, that he was standing in front of my room.

- i know the guy who made an appointment with you didn't show up, so let's drink. - he paused briefly before continuing. - it's better than staying at home watching cooking program with mom.

- I can go back to the college dormitory without any problem.

- you are the only person who likes to go back to college before the given time. But seriously, if you want to go, be ready in twenty minutes.

...

- have you really managed to convince your little sister to leave the house and party with us? Jaehyun spoke, looking at Johnny and then turned to me. "How long do I not see you, three or four months?"

- three and a half months, and don't talk as if I didn't have a social life, I just don't like to be among you, revelers.

- you say that but you love to spend the night drinking, as if I did not know the suh brothers. Hey, have you been communicating with jeno? - at the moment I was stopped, I did not hear this name for a long time.

- i haven't talked to your brother for a long time, I think the last time we exchanged a few words was at the end of high school.

- you used to be so close together, I remember to this day three kids running around my house while I tried to play basketball with Johnny.

- your brother has changed, and please jae, can we stop talking about him?

- whatever you want, let's drink.

...

Jaehyun's house was cozy and very large, it was the typical house of an upper-middle class family.

I decided to stay away from my brother and his friends and started walking around the house, unfortunately chenle was not here to brighten up my evening and make jokes without thanks - which make me laugh - or even just play on the cell phone with me.

That hallway was so familiar, I remember when I was at school, when I and jeno were still good friends. The door of his room was so inviting, my desire was to put my hands on the doorknob and keep admiring his resting place, but I was afraid of finding him fucking anyone in his bed.

The new jeno was like that, he had no interest in knowing that other people were in his house.

I left my thoughts when I heard the noise of a door opening, unfortunately (or fortunately) it was not his room but only the bathroom he had in that small corridor.

"Was he spying on me through the holes in the door?" If you wanted to see me naked, just ask, you know I'm not going to deny you anything.

- you've become so drool, jeno lee.

- and you've become even more beautiful, you're really the tastiest girl on campus.

- ok, so I'll go. - i turned to get out of that embarrassing moment, in that small and warm space.

- stay, please. - he held my wrist. - you did not talk to me for so long, I considered the idea of you hating me.

- i don't hate you, you just moved and moved away. - that was embarrassing. -we can talk there in the room, here is really very uncomfortable.

...

Vodka and energy is a mixture that makes anyone very crazy, and every person at that party had had at least two doses of that drink.

- next week we will go to the pool during the dawn again? - a girl spoke, and everyone turned their eyes to jeno.

- behaved girls should not take so much risk. He spoke as he took his vape to his lips and looked at me in a thousandth of a second.

- i like to feel adrenaline, if it were not for taking risks I would not be with you. And you, colleague, do you want to visit the swimming pool with us? - she spoke to me.

- I do not like these things.

- do you not like swimming pool, drinks and boys?

-she's all right, she's afraid and probably the undisciplined guys don't do the kind of her. - and again jeno speaks, but this time he was not looking at me.

...

My desire was to go back home, with or without my brother, but I was out of money to get an app car and I didn't have a sober person at that party, I wouldn't risk myself at that level. I thought about walking back, but jaehyun's house was not so close to my house or even college.

The loud music only irritated me further, the glass in my hand was completely empty and I could not tell how many glasses of energy I had ingested. I left the room and went to the balcony part of the house, it was not completely empty, however, the music was with a reasonable noise.

The breeze was cold, dawn was always colder than any time of day and the cold wind caused me to pass my hands in my arms in an involuntary act of trying to warm up.

- too cold? Don't you want to enter?

- the music was irritating my ears. - jeno was approaching me from behind.

- your ears are sensitive, as well as the rest of your body. - he could feel the hair on my arm turn chills, and I knew it wasn't because of the cold.

- i am strange, jeno.

- you are so beautiful, I am so eager to kiss you now, will you let me?

I just shook my head in an act of affirmation, and now I was feeling his lips glued to mine. His hand went towards my neck and his other hand towards my waist.

Her lips are wild and have such a bitter taste of alcohol. He had the attitude of a fierce man, but his appearance was that of a shy little boy who appeared to kiss his first passion.

- this is not the right time to say that, but I want so much to feel you.

- you can touch me jeno, I always wanted you to do that.

- fuck girl, you are so attractive.

His kiss was warm and fierce, like a feline ready for attack.

- i know I'm not the right guy for you, but I'm willing to make you feel good. - he looked deep into my eyes, I could feel his desperation to touch me.

- just we will not do it on the balcony, I am still the girl certinha.

...

Cat I really want to throw you in this bed and suck you and feel your taste and make you enjoy in my mouth, but I really need to feel your mouth, will you be good for me?

- and when I was not good for you?

I knelt in front of him, and the volume above the jeans only made me feel more like it in my mouth. His hands went up to my hair and quickly he made a hairstyle (kind of messy) and brought my face close to his legs.

- please babe, just do this soon. -the sudden nickname made me feel even more motivated to suck him, jeno was making me a slut. Your slut.

My hands went straight to the top of his pants and I lowered all his clothes and put my lips in contact with his skin, making lee shiver and push my face even closer to his stick making me choke.

- jeno do not do that, I am a delicate girl.

- sorry, baby. - he laughed and soon returned to rest his hands on my head. - but how can I avoid, your mouth is so full now, can you really say something?

My eyes were on his face and his voice with a mocking tone.

- for a few minutes, be my bad girl and do things that even the devil doubts, I know you can, baby.

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[julek]

Yennskier for things you said in your sleep please?

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Yennefer's raspy, morning voice is the first thing Jaskier hears when he wakes up.

"Morning," she says with a smile on her lips, slow and sweet.

He squints one eye at her, trying to focus her face. Soft, brown skin kissed by light in some places, obscured by the darkness of their bedroom in others. A bit blurry at the edges still, because Jaskier isn't wearing his glasses, but beautiful nonetheless.

"Morning," he replies with a smile of his own. "'Time 's it?"

"Too early."

"Mmm," Jaskier considers, closing his eyes again. "Then why are we up?"

Her laugh is light. "Comes with old age, I suppose."

He scrunches up his nose in distaste. "Which is something only you would know, you old... old..."

"Yes?" Yennefer says, and he can hear the smug smile in her voice.

He clicks his tongue. "You get what I mean. Point is, you're old and decrepit, I'm young and beautiful. Everyone knows this."

Yennefer tickles the side of his neck, making him squirm. "I'm only a month older than you," she says, "and that's probably only because you wanted to stay in the womb for too long. Your poor mother."

Jaskier hides from her mean, tickling fingers, putting a pillow wall between them. "I'm a delight. A luxury few can afford."

She looks at him upside down inquisitively, probably seeing a bit of drool on his cheek, and his mussed-up bed hair, propping her head on her hand. "Mm-hm."

"God truly gives bread to those with no teeth," Jaskier grumbles, even as he takes down his pillow wall and wiggles closer to her. "You should appreciate me more, you know. Many would die to see me in this state."

"Mm-hm," she says again. "You know." She brushes a loose strand of his hair back. "You said some interesting things in your sleep, luxury boy."

Her tone is playful and light, but it gives him pause, and he can feel a slow blush creeping up his neck. The remnants of his dream are fuzzy and vague, but there's a feeling of warmth to it, the way there is when it's a good one. He can be almost sure Yen was in it — she's in all of them, these days — and he can be a bit more sure that whatever he said, it wasn't anything bad, anything incriminating. But... what if his traitorous mouth betrayed him once more, this time knee-deep in dreams, and he gave himself away?

But there's a small smile in Yen's smile as she patiently waits for his answer, and the light is gentle on her skin, and he's not afraid anymore. He can't be, when she's looking at him like that.

"I did?" He says casually.

"You did."

He hums, his hand coming up to rest on her side. "And what did I say?"

She's flustered, for once, a sheepish smile on her face. "My name, a couple of times. 'S how I woke up."

"Sorry."

She shakes her head. "And then... well. You had this really big smile on your face. Kind of ridiculous, truly," she laughs. "And you said... you said, Yen... Yeah, I'm in love with her."

Jaskier nods slowly, taking it in. He doesn't doubt he slurred it in his sleep.

It's the truth, after all.

But suddenly Yen looks apologetic, and she's saying, "I know that's— I know you probably didn't—"

"I meant it," he says before she can go on. "I mean it."

"Jaskier," she says, but it sounds like please don't, and her voice breaks a little.

Moving closer to her, closer to her heart, he takes her hands in his, and looks her in the eyes with all the honesty he can project, even though, back when he was stupid and in love and still thinking she was out of his reach, he once said looking into her eyes so directly would turn one into stone.

He musters up the courage of that stupid, less-elevated version of himself, and says, "I love you. I'm in love with you." She squeezes his hands once. "Have been for... almost the entirety of the time I've known you."

She laughs brokenly. "Jaskier, we met years ago."

"It's the truth," he shrugs. "And you don't have to say it back. Now, or ever, or—"

"Me too," she says, slapping her hand on his mouth to keep him from talking himself into a tangle. "I mean, uh— yes. Me too. I love you too." She takes her hand back, and before he can open his mouth, she says, "and if you even dare to make fun of my ineloquence in this very fragile, very intimate moment, I will hang you from the biggest flagpole I can find— and before you make a comment on how you have a flagpole right here—"

"I love you," Jaskier blurts, almost without meaning to, because here's this marvelous woman, in his bed, in his shitty apartment, bathed in the early morning light, saying she loves him too and threatening to kill him in the same sentence, and how could he not? "I love you. You know me so well."

Her smile is fond. "Unfortunately."

Their noses touch when he moves forward, and he grins. "No take backs."

"Wouldn't want to," she says, and kisses him.

[the-atlas-sister]

The First Date (Damian Wayne X Reader)

So in this, you are the daughter of Green Arrow, Oliver Queen (NOT THE ARROW VERSION!! THE ANIMATED AND COMIC VERSION), and Black Canary, Dinah Lance. Also in this Dinah is dead and you have taken on the role of Black Canary

"Done!" Abby (moi!!!) exclaimed, tying the hair tie in my hair. "Aw, you look so good!" She backed up, admiring her work.

I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror, smiling slightly. "I mean, I usually look beautiful but now I look even more beautiful," I joked.

"I know," Abby said, making me chuckle.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door. "What time is it?" I asked.

"Six on the dot," Abby said, looking impressed. "Wow."

"It is Damian," I shrugged before my eyes widened. "I'm going on a date with Damian Wayne."

"Chill," y/b/f said, noticing my panic. "You asked him out, remember?"

"But-"

"Hey Damian," y/b/f said from the living room.

I looked at Abby, a panicked expression on my face. "You're okay," she whispered before leading me out of the bathroom.

Damian looked at me before mumbling something in Arabic. I was rusty when it came to other languages but I thought I caught "Beautiful..." which was enough to make my entire face turn red.

"Hey," I said, putting on a confident face. "You look good." My eyes scanned him. He wore a pair of nice black jeans and a matching skin-tight turtle-neck.

"You look..." His eyes scanned me.

"Gorgeous? Beautiful? Sexy?" I guessed, smirking at Damian blushed.

"Yes," Damian said, making me blush.

"Okay... well," Abby said, pushing me forward. "You two have fun," she said as I slipped on my shoes. "But not too much fun." She eyeballed Damian in a very best friend way. "And have her back by 10."

"And be safe!" Myloh added.

"Bye guys," I said, quickly ushering Damian out the door before closing it. "Sorry."

"I had a similar conversation with my brothers before I left," Damian said before cringing slightly. "Although it was a bit more-"

"I don't want to know," I said, shaking my head. "So, what do you have planned, Mr. Wayne?" I asked, walking down the apartment hallway.

"That's a surprise," Damian said with a stoic face.

"Not a huge fan of surprises," I said as we reached the elevator.

"You'll like this one," Damian stated matter-of-factly, pressing the button to the last level.

"Is that a fact?" I challenged as the elevator lowered.

"Yes," Damian stated, making me tilt my head. "I did some research and I'm sure you'll enjoy this."

"I don't know if that was meant to be sweet but it came off as creepy," I chuckled, leaning on the elevator wall.

"I just meant- I asked Abby what you're interested in," Damian explained, slowly going pink.

"What'd she say?" I asked, both worried and curious.

"She explained your love of movies, books, the stars, and food," Damian stated as the doors slid open.

"So, which did you choose?" I questioned, walking backward out of the elevator.

"Still a surprise," Damian smirked, following me.

"Mhm, game on Mr. Wayne," I said, turning around and walking out the apartment building's front doors. My eyes widened a bit as I saw Damian's motorcycle parked in front of the building. "Seriously?" I asked, looking at him as he stood next to me.

"Complaining?" he asked, looking at me sideways.

"Not as long as I get to drive," I chuckled, approaching the motorcycle.

"No," Damian said, standing next to me. He grabbed one of the helmets before handing me the second one.

"I know how," I frowned.

"No," Damian repeated before blinking. "Strange, that felt familiar." He then shook his head before getting on the bike. "Come on," he said looking at me. I rolled my eyes but climbed on the bike behind him. "Hold on," he said before putting on his helmet.

"You sure you don't want to drive as a way to get me to hold on to you?" I teased, resting my head on Damian's shoulder. Damian tensed up, making me chuckle. "I was kidding," I reassured him, putting on the helmet and grabbing his shoulders.

Damian cleared his throat. "I-I respect you, but for your own safety, I suggest you put your arms around my waist."

I blushed, wrapping my arms around his waist. Damian started the bike and drove out of his parking spot. My grip tightened as Damian sped up and we reached the highway. I grinned under the helmet as the adrenaline rushed through me due to the speed.

***

"You have to take me on your motorcycle more often," I said, letting out a breathy laugh and taking off my helmet.

"It's not really mine," Damian corrected, taking off his helmet and getting off the bike.

"But with Promythous-" I furrowed my brows, placing the helmet on the bike's seat.

"That was Robin's bike," Damian explained, leading me to the secret destination. He had parked a block away from the surprise place, just to keep the secrecy. "Damian Wayne does not have a motorcycle."

"Who's-" I continued, getting into pace next to Damian.

"My brother's," he shrugged with a small smug smile.

"You stole your brother's motorcycle?" I asked, laughing slightly.

"He told me, women love men with motorcycles," Damian said. "So I took that as an invitation for me to 'borrow' his." He smirked to himself at the thought. "Also, my other brother said I should. I'm not one to listen to him but, I did enjoy the idea of stealing Jason's bike." I smiled at his mini-rant. He seemed to notice. "I'm sorry for oversharing," he said, his face returning to it's neutral state.

"No, it's fine," I reassured him as we turned a corner. "It's nice hearing you talk more."

Damian blinked, obviously surprised by my answer. "What... would you like to talk about?" he asked slowly.

"You," I said. "I don't know much about you."

"O-oh," Damian stuttered, which was a rare sound. "I grew up with the League of Assassins."

"The group your father trained with?" I asked, interested to learn more. "Lead by Ra AlGugl?"

"My grandfather," Damian confirmed. "When my father was training, he met my mother. She- she tricked him into having... intercourse with her. That's how I was created. My father left before I was born and I was raised by my grandfather and mother. I was trained from birth to be the master assassin. I was supposed to be the best. There was no room for error."

"That doesn't sound like a fun childhood," I said.

"I suppose not," Damian hummed. "I loved my grandfather very much, or more admired him. He told me we would destroy the world and rebuild it in our own image." He scanned our surroundings, almost as if he was imagining how he could make each detail superior.

"That's still partly your mindset isn't it?" I asked, making Damian's gaze turn to me. "You see the world and people and just imagine how you can make them better." Damian blinked. "You even yourself believe you're better than everyone. You think you'll be a better Batman, a better hero."

"I don't-"

"I'm not critiquing, just observing," I stated. I blushed under Damian's intense stare. "I-I interrupted, I'm sorry. What about your mother?"

"She's dead," Damian said.

"Oh," I said.

"She wasn't a mother anyway," Damian continued. "Last I saw her she tried to create an adult 'perfect' clone of me and killed him."

"And I thought my dad was hardcore," I mumbled. "How did she...?"

"Helicopter crashed after trying to kill me, my father, and Grayson," Damian said almost casually.

My eyes widened. "You didn't deserve it," I said as we turned yet another corner. Damian turned to me. "You deserved a loving childhood. Not one with a group of assassins and Batman."

Damian's eyes softened. "I did get, what you call, a loving childhood with my father," he said. "He would set up movie nights. And my brothers are... overly loving, at least Grayson."

"He's Nightwing, right?" I asked, grinning a bit. Damian nodded. "I've met him. He has a bit of an older brother feel. And I'm sure he understands how hard it is to grow up with someone like Bruce."

"He has made it very clear he does," Damian scoffed. "As had Todd." I gave him a questioning look. "Red Hood."

"Oh, never met him," I mumbled.

We walked in comfortable silence for a minute.

"Here," Damian said, stopping in front of a small and quaint ice cream shop.

"Ice cream?" I asked, giving him a lopsided grin. "On Friday."

"You said you and your mother used to always had ice cream on Fridays," Damian said shyly.

I let out a small laugh. "You- this is really sweet," I said, a bit surprised. I remembered when I told him that detail about my childhood.

***Flashback***

"Tell me more about your mother," Damian said after a while of silence. "I assume she's where you got your power?"

"Yeah," I said quietly, looking up at the ceiling. "She was- awesome. She was the first Black Canary. Trained in thousands of martial art styles."

"You're telling me things I already know," Damian stated, making me look at him.

"She was a pretty cool mom," I chuckled, crossing my legs on the bed. "She couldn't cook though. That was something she wasn't taught. She'd always make time for us to have an ice cream night. Every Friday." I smiled at the memory. "Sometimes she'd come back from patrol at midnight then wake me up, just so we could still eat ice cream."

"Do you still do it?" Damian questioned, turning to face me fully. "With your father?"

"Not usually," I stated, trying not to sound bitter. "He's usually busy with the Justice League and his company."

"How did she die?" Damian asked softly, making me go stiff.

"I was thirteen," I recited. "She and my dad went to face Prometheus. It was just in the early stages of my training-at least for the Canary cry, so I wasn't allowed to go. I- I remember my dad calling the house. He told me he'd be home soon, but something happened to Mom. Apparently, Prometheus slit her throat. She didn't want anyone to find out her identity so she insisted that only Martian Manhunter or Batman operated on her."

"But it was too late," Damian assumed. I nodded.

"Dad and I hardly even spoke after that," I sighed. "It hit us both- hard, but after a year, we got through it. He's still protective though."

"What about your powers?"

"I don't use them," I stated. "My mom died before we got far in training."

"Why don't you continue?" Damian asked. "I assume the league would be open to help or your friends."

"I can't," I sighed. "My vocal cords are too old."

"That sounds like an excuse," Damian stated. "I was unaware you were a quitter, Queen."

***End of flashback***

"I just figured you'd enjoy it," Damian shrugged, turning his head to the side to hide his smile.

"I do," I chuckled. "Although this is very cliche."

"I have seen as such in many of the movies Grayson forced me to watch," Damian admitted.

"Thank you, Damian," I smiled before rushing towards the outside counter, Damian following. "Hello!" I said to the person at the counter.

"Hello," the person said. She was a pretty girl, seemingly teen age with flawless makeup. She looked like she belonged at Dutch Brothers.

"I would like two scoops of y/f/i.c (your favirote ice cream) in a cup, please," I said before turning to Damian.

"Awesome," the girl said. "And you?"

Damian glanced at me. "None for me," he answered.

"You're not going to get anything?" I asked.

"I've never had ice cream," Damian admitted.

"Never?" I asked in shock.

"No," Damian said, his face showing me he didn't understand the problem. I scanned his face before turning to the girl.

"He'll have one scoop of almond in a cup," I stated.

"Alright," the girl smiled. "Be right with you."

"I said I didn't want any," Damian said, looking at me.

"You've never had it and you can't just sit there watching me eat," I protested. "Plus, I think you'll like it."

"Why is that?" Damian challenged.

"I'm an observer of people and you seem like an almond guy," I summarized.

"Explain your thinking Miss Queen," Damian said.

"Well, almond is more of a traditional Arabic ice cream flavor (please correct me if I'm wrong, I got this off the internet), and knowing you, you prefer salty and savory over sweet," I explained before leaning back and spreading my hands like I was presenting an amazing discovery.

"We shall see," Damian just said.

"Here," the girl chimed in, interrupting our discussion. She handed us our ice cream.

"Thank you," I said. I placed my ice cream on the counter before pulling out my wallet, but Damian had already paid. "I was going to pay," I said as he handed me my ice cream.

"It's proper etiquette for the man to pay," Damian said, leading me away from the ice cream shop.

"But it's not required," I chuckled. "Besides, we're both the children of billionaires." Damian didn't answer as he led me to a small park beside the shop. "I'll just pay next time."

"Next time?" Damian asked, stopping in front of a blanket with a projector on it.

"Yeah," I smirked. "If I haven't scared you away."

"Not at all," Damian said, sitting on the blanket. He motioned for me to sit down and I obliged.

"Try the ice cream," I said excitedly. Damian glanced at the tan-colored ice cream before taking a scoop and eating it. I stared at him, waiting for some type of reaction. His eyes widened before he took another scoop. "I told you!" I smirked.

"Coincidence," Damian scoffed but took more bites.

"Mhm," I hummed, leaning back on my free hand. I looked around, noticing a screen across from the projector. "You set this up?"

"Pennyworth did," Damian corrected. "Although I choose the film."

"Oh really?" I asked. "What'd you choose?"

"y/f/a/m (your favirote animated movie)," Damian stated. My face lit up. "Abby told me it was your favorite. Although I don't understand how or why a film made for children would be your favorite."

"You've never seen it have you?" I asked. Damian shook his head. "Then you'll figure out that it's not really a children's film. And you'll discover the superior soundtrack."

[beigehearts]

I actually really like this idea and have been thinking about it but was wondering if it was too- sensitive? But now that I know others want it I will write it. Please please please do not read this is you are sensitive to the subject. 

TRIGGER WARNING  CONTENT WARNING attempted s uicide, mentions of s uicide

Yandere Adult Trio when you try to commit s uicide drabbles 

Hisoka

You were desperate to escape this sadistic and cruel kidnapper. He took you from your home, and into somewhere unknown. It took you a while to realize why he wanted you at all... The reason shook your entire being- he claimed that you were meant to be his. That no one else could have you because you belong to him, he is the only person capable of loving you. He has drilled this into your brain but you never let it stick.

Nothing has worked, you tried attacking him, pretending to be sick, escape attempts: it all ends up with you in pain. How can someone who claims to love you, and holds you so closely, hurt you in the ways he has. It’s hard to admit but he had to put a splint on your wrist, after breaking it when you tried to run. 

There’s only one option left. You can’t make it out of here alive, so you won’t. the place he has you is very confusing, the door is locked, and you can only assume there is a hallway outside of it. But when you look out of the window, you can barely see the ground because of how high up you are. That’s your escape.

It’s a large window that you will have to pry open. Hisoka does leave you alone occasionally but also leaves no room for escape. Though you don’t think he’s factored in self sabotage. 

You have no idea where he is, but the moment he left you ran to the window. You grip the edge with your fingers and pull as hard as you can. Your hands begin to go white against the pressure, until you here a tiny “click”. You go flying back when the window shoots open in front of you. This is your chance. And on the off chance you survive- you’ll figure something out.

The wind is blowing, and is quite chilly. When you step out on the slight edge of the outside wall, your heart begins to pound. It’s time.

Wind whistles in your ears and your heart is pounding so hard you wonder why it hasn’t popped out of your chest. For a moment it feels like you’re flying- and you feel peace at last. This was never how you expected to go out, but it will have to do. You close your eyes and accept your fate, falling so fastly that you look like a blur. 

‘Glump’. You bounce upwards and all the air in your body is knocked out of you. You’re left hanging outside of the building, still unable to see the ground despite how long you had been falling. It feels as if someone is holding your leg, the rest of your body dangling upside down. Just barely you manage to crane your head upwards- you’re floating? 

You take a closer look, at the window which you fell from, is Hisoka waving down at you as if you didn’t just jump off the building. There is no escape... There is no escape from this nightmare. You’re pulled upwards until Hisoka grabs your body with his hands and pulls you back through the window. 

You’re gasping for air, shock setting into your body and leaving you shaking. He smiles down at you, and sets you down on the shared bed. “I didn’t think you would go that far my pet.” 

His gaze is burning holes through your head, but you’re more worried about not hyperventilating. He sits down next to you, a smile still on his face. Before you know it, there is no chance of catching your breath. His hand is wrapped tightly around your throat and you let out a weak excuse for a gasp.

“Oh my sweet pet. Please don’t do that again. I might have to punish you, but I’ll let you off this once since you look so cute this way.” 

Illumi (fem!reader)

You just can’t take it anymore. The torture that he calls training. The extreme punishments that have left you with scars. The promise that you will be the mother of his child. And if not, you are useless. Your back is covered in scars, all from whips and chains that he has used as ‘discipline’ even if you were doing as you were told. Eventually he said, “I love you. My wife to be. The future mother of my children. It is only natural that I try to make you be better.” 

If his version of making you better is torture then that’s not happening. At this point you would rather die than endure what he has put you through. He is thorough in keeping the room you are in “baby proofed”. There’s not a single sharp corner, no sharp objects, and no weapons of any kind. The lights are implanted in the ceiling so it’s not like you could use a lamp for anything.

The thought of attacking him is out of the question. You must find something for yourself. Eventually you find something that might work. He brings in plastic plates for you to eat off of. You’re sure if you attacked him with a plate he would make you eat off of the floor. You already have to eat with your hands. 

You take the plate and bend it until it cracks, and splits in half. You continue to break it up into small pieces until you have something resembling a triangle with two soft edges and one sharp. Luckily he gives you hard plastic plates and not styrofoam ones, he has some class it seems. 

Might as well get comfortable. You put some pillows and blankets down on the soft carpet and make a small bed to lay on. You sit up and find that you’re shaking. Your hands are shaking- but that’s to be expected. You put the piece of plastic against your wrist, it’s cold.

Does this mean you’ll be reborn? Or is there nothing after this? Either way, it must be better than this. You imagine a beautiful field where the grass is as soft as pillows and the sun shines just enough for you to feel warmth. There’s nothing for miles except for grass and you. The grass is cushioning you, making it comfortable to lay. You close your eyes and begin to move your hand downwards. Get it over with.

You pull your arm up so you can make a quick motion downwards but before you can... A hand grabs your wrist holding the plastic so tightly that you hear it crack, and are forced to drop the plastic.

You open your eyes and look up at the man above you. His face continues to show no emotion, but the grip on your wrist does. He is very angry. He lifts you up by your wrist and you hear another loud crack and squeal out in pain. You’re face to face, he’s holding you above the ground so your feet don’t touch, but all the strain is on your one wrist. If it’s not dislocated and broken by now, it would be a miracle.

In his usual commanding but monotone voice he says, “I cannot allow anyone to hurt the future mother of my kids.” He drops you on the ground and your knees take all of the force. “Even if it is the mother herself.”

He huffs and pulls a needle from his shoulder, “I suppose I must control you until you are stable. Or until you can bare my child.”

Chrollo

Honestly it could be worst. Though being held against your will does take a large toll on you. You’re fed everyday and can bathe and can read whenever and whatever. It’s like free living, though prison is also rent free. He is always so soothing and kind, offering to do things for you, get things for you, make things for you. It really seems like he wants to make you happy. 

He has been very honest and open with you. He claims he loves you and that he couldn’t let anyone else have a moment in the presence of your beauty. He seems normal until you realize you’ve been kidnapped. You wonder if you would have every suspected him to be crazy if you met him on the street. Truthfully, probably not. 

There are probably people in the world who would be grateful for what you have even if it is completely and utterly against your will. But that’s not the full picture. He’s so kind and says such nice things to you. Until you upset him. He never hurts you, and he never touches you aggressively. His threats are what destroy you, his threats that are not empty. 

One day you had pushed him away and told him to ‘fuck off’. He became very angry but continued to smile. He walked up to you real slowly and said in a calm voice “I’ll kill your ex and leave their corpse here.” He was not lying. The very next day when you woke up, there was the corpse of your ex. Laying on the floor, staining it with blood and what remains of their organs.

After setting that example he became more subtle. If you could even call it subtle. Whenever you upset or pissed him off, you might find a finger in a bowl, with a ring that you gave your friend on it. You had seen many dismembered body parts- but that’s when you learned to keep your silence and obey lest everyone you love die. 

There’s one way out of here and it’s not by escaping. You ripped up some towels and tied them into a noose. Somehow it seemed like it would work.

You stand on the wooden chair, taking long deep breaths, accepting your fate. The makeshift rope hangs from the ceiling, you grab onto it and get ready to put your head through it. Right as you go to reach your head through, the chair underneath you buckles and you fall to the ground with a loud thud.

You feel strong arms wrap around you. How did he get here? When did he get here? He pulls you onto his lap and begins rocking you. 

“Oh it looks like you’ve split the back of your head open.” He touches the back of your head and shows his bloodied hand to you as proof. “I had no idea you were feeling like this. You could have told me.”

He kisses your forehead gently but you already know that these actions will accompany something else.

“Unless you were trying to escape me.” He chuckles and holds you firmly against his chest. “Then we would have a problem, wouldn’t we?”

[marsbutterfly]

may i request a levi x reader oneshot? maybe like a hurt/comfort something

tyyyy have a nice day <3

Late Night Lullaby

Summary: After a failed mission beyond the walls, you find yourself being unable to sleep. Lucky for you, the door to Levi's office is always open.

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Another day, another failed mission outside the walls. Except this time you could still feel the titan’s strong grip around your waist, pulling your body towards its massive mouth. 

The cold sweat mixed with the drops of rain drips down your face, a bit of blood warming them up. If it wasn’t for Levi, at this time you would not even be here, you would be inside the titan’s stomach, your body dissolving before it is thrown back up.

Levi has always made sure you came back alive from every mission, even when you were still in the cadet corps. He would always look for you amongst the dead bodies and, once he noticed you weren’t there, he silently hoped that you were alive and not lost somewhere..

You’ve gotten close to death a good few times but something about this one was different. Maybe how close you actually got to being swallowed or because the only reason you nearly died is because of your own mistakes, either way the fear and guilt are still present in your mind.

Days have passed since then but the horrors you see when you close your eyes are very much still there.

When you realize it is yet again past curfew and you can’t close your eyes without being filled with a concerning amount of panic, you decide to head towards Captain Levi’s office in the hopes that he would be able to provide you with any form of comfort.

Quietly, you knock on the door a few times in a familiarly rhythmic way to let him know you are the one on the other side.

“Come in.” His voice is quiet but firm. 

When you open the door, you are received by the image of Levi’s face being illuminated by the candles. His hair is messy, like he has been running his fingers through it in an attempt to focus, the bags underneath his eyes telling you the story of how he hasn’t slept in days.

“You look like shit.” You say and he rolls his eyes, placing down the papers that once rested in his hands as he turns his head to look at you.

But before he has the time to call you a brat or say anything teasingly in return, he notices the tears in your eyes and the slight tremble on your bottom lip and hands. He sighs heavily before standing up, heading towards his unused bed.

You don’t have time to say another word before he wraps you in his blanket, covering you from your head to your toes. You smirk among the tears and you can feel his arms wrapping around you as he places your face on his shoulder.

“What’s wrong?” He asks, smelling your skin through the cloth of the blanket. 

“I can’t close my eyes anymore.” You say, nuzzling your face against him. Levi lets out a sigh and you can feel as he picks you up. Your head rests on one of his arms while your feet tangle from the other one.

You yelp but he doesn’t say anything. Instead, he takes you towards his bed and places you as gently as he possibly can as if you were a doll made out of thin porcelain.

He places your head on the cold surface of the pillow and you clutch to his shirt, puppy eyes desperately pleading for him to not leave you alone. Levi plants a soft kiss on your hand before bringing his hand to your face.

His thumb brushes against the tears that stream down your cheeks and he whispers, “You’re going to be ok. I’ll be right back with something that might help soothe your nerves.”

When the door opens, a cold air current comes from the hallway made of stone and a chill travels down your skin. You pull Levi’s blanket tightly above your chest while looking for any kind of support in his absence. 

The trees dance with the wind outside the window, the shadows tormenting you. With wide eyes, you look around the room constantly making sure no titan has made its way inside the barricades.

You can still hear it in the distance: the screams of your fallen comrades who lost their lives because you used the wrong smoke signal. Because of a stupid mistake you’ve made in a moment where it mattered the most.

The burden you carry from their lives, how were you allowed to live while their families just lost someone important? How were you allowed to come back when half the bodies didn’t? Why were you the only one?

Once you realize Levi has been gone for quite a while, paranoia starts to settle in and you are convinced something bad has happened to him. The worst part is that you don’t even know where he went so you can’t go looking.

You are fully aware that he is humanity’s strongest soldier but yet you can shake off the anxiety that comes with thinking that he was somehow killed or kidnapped on his way towards wherever he was going.

Even without knowing where he is, you decide enough is enough and the worry is too much to bear. So in an impulse, you drop the blanket from your shoulders and rush to the door, turning the knob and pulling it open in one swift move but there he stands.

Two cups of tea in his hands and the lantern hanging from his teeth, his foot is up in the air as if he was about to use it to kick open the wooden door. It takes a second but you finally realize he needs assistance so you remove the light from his lips. 

He thanks you while you guide him towards the table resting by one of the windows. You place the lantern on the surface, far away from his papers, before Levi hands you a cup.

“It’s a very soothing tea, it’s called…” He says but you cut him off as politely as possible.

“Chamomile.” You smile softly, “How were you able to get this? It’s so incredibly rare.”

“I have my connections in the underground, directly from the stash on its way to the richer families who don’t know anything about appreciating good tea when they see it.” He replies, picking his cup up with the tip of his fingers.

Levi pulls the chair further up a bit as an invitation for you to sit and you gladly take it.

Your image is reflected on his cup and you notice how awful you look: your hair is now a tangled mess, the round circles underneath your eyes seem to get darker by the hour and you can’t even remember when was the last time you had brushed your teeth. 

To keep those thoughts away, you take a sip of the sweet liquid. The warmth brings a comforting sensation to your chest and you feel as if your favorite person in the entire world has wrapped their arms around you.

It takes you a second to realize that he did, in fact, hug you from behind. The tea is still in one of his hands while the other holds your shoulders tightly close to his chest.

You feel the warmth of a few new tears as they make their way past your eyes. He doesn’t say anything nor does he need to, all you need in that moment is to feel protected and cared for and Levi has always been the best at providing you with that feeling.

He puts the cup down before kneeling beside you. He places his hand on your cheek and, with his thumb, brushes away the stubborn tears. 

“You are safe now.” He says and you nod, feeling as he places his forehead against yours.

After moving away, he silently tilts his head towards the tea in your hands. You take a sip after the other until the contents of the cup have all disappeared. Once you place the cup down, Levi takes your hand and guides you towards his bed.

The blanket he once put above you now rests on his lap and he immediately uses it to shield your body from the chilly wind that comes through a crack on the window. 

He wraps his arm around you, gently pulling you closer to him until there is no space whatsoever between your bodies. He is warm but especially his hands which touch you so delicately that you feel like a rare flower.

His face is buried on the back of your neck and you can feel his breath against your skin, awakening butterflies in your stomach in a way you have never felt before. But then again, Levi is quite the master of providing you with new sensations.

You can hear the footsteps outside the room coming from soldiers who patrol the hallways making sure everyone is safe. You can hear the flame of the candle as it dances with the wind. You focus on the sound of Levi’s deep breaths before he begins to hum a melody.

It’s a song you have never heard before and yet it feels so familiar. You feel the vibration coming from his throat and you smile, nuzzling your face against his hand. The melody is soothing and you can feel the peace radiating from the man behind you.

Your eyelids are now as heavy as bags of sand. Even with a wordless lullaby, Levi has managed to wash you with a sense of peace and tranquility. While one of his arms is still wrapped around you, the other reaches for your hair as he plays with the wild strands, combing your hair in the process.

“Where did you learn this song?” You ask quietly and you can feel as he smiles before planting a kiss on your head.

“My mother would sing it to me when I was younger.” He says, “It was the only thing that would help me fall asleep.”

“It’s a beautiful melody.” You acknowledge and he nods.

“Not as beautiful as you.” He says and you can feel a happy smile taking over your lips. In this moment, you have forgotten all about the dangerous situation you had just been put in earlier in the day, all that matters is this moment with Levi. “Blow the candle, let’s get you some sleep.”

You do as he says, quickly returning to his embrace. “Thank you for saving me.”

“I will never let anything bad happen to you.” He whispers softly in response. You close your eyes, focusing once again on his breathing. 

Before you have time to fall asleep, you realize his grip around you has loosen up a bit and his breathing has a little more rhythm to it. You realize he has fallen asleep and you can’t help but smile.

You turn around to face him, carefully moving so he won’t wake up. You plant a kiss on his forehead before nuzzling your head on his chest, feeling as he pulls you closer to him in his sleep like you were his teddy bear.

For the first time, you are able to close your eyes and see a beautiful image of Levi taking care of you and you quietly begin hum the song he introduced you to, only stopping when you fall asleep in his arms.

A lullaby is a song known to put people to sleep and, thanks to Levi, you have now found a way to prevent the demons from your past from getting to you during bedtime.

[tommyhardyx]

Mr Solomons - Chapter Five

** Updated Version **

Pairing: Modern!Alfie Solomons Word Count: 4.4K Summary: It's finally time for your date with Alfie. Warnings: smut, swearing Note: And here we go it's time for the first date! I hope you enjoy and please let me know if you do!

Ever since you agreed to the date with Alfie you’ve struggled to keep the man out of your mind.

The days leading up to Saturday begin to drag, work becomes boring and repetitive as you spend your days researching an upcoming article, and you find yourself constantly checking the clock hoping it’s getting closer and closer to the weekend so you can finally put all your focus into Alfie.

At coffee, with friends, you tune out unintentionally, your mind always going back to him. You had spoken to him a couple of more times since he asked you out, trying to coax the meaning behind why you need a leather jacket to go out to dinner with him but he never breaks, never gives you anything more to go on than ‘just trust me, you’ll need it’.

When Saturday finally rolls around, the mixture of excitement and anxiety for the night ahead wakes you earlier than intended and after a morning spent pacing around the house with nothing better to do than think about what might come from tonight Nancy finally has enough, dragging you out to your favourite coffee shop to take your mind off Alfie, refusing to address any mention of him and for the first time since you said yes you find yourself distracted, Alfie banished from your mind finally.

By the time you get home it’s late enough to start getting ready, Nancy blasts loud music to get you in a good mood while she helps you decide on your outfit for the night, helping with your makeup and hair, keeping you smiling and laughing until it’s only a few minutes to 7. She gives you one last tight hug before sending you out the door, a smile of luck and an encouragement not to come home tonight.

Waiting on the pavement outside your building, butterflies flying up a storm in your stomach, a smile pushes its way onto your face as the reason for Alfie’s confusing text asking you to wear a leather jacket finally makes sense.

He pulls up to the curb right in front of you, the motorbike he sits on loud enough to drown out your thoughts of worry as he turns off the engine and pulls off his helmet grinning at you, his eyebrows lifting as he looks over you.

“You look incredible,” he says, taking a moment to look over your body. “You ever ridden one of these?”

You shake your head as he offers a second helmet to you, his smile a comfort as you reach out a hesitant hand to take the helmet.

“All you gotta do, yeah, is hold on tight.”

Slipping the helmet over your hair, praying it won’t mess it up too much after all the time you and Nancy spent on it, you ease yourself onto the bike behind Alfie, your arms immediately slipping around his waist as you push your body against his back.

“Good to go?” he asks, and you nod. He must notice your anxiety, his hand moving to squeeze one of your own gently “Don’t worry love, I won’t let you get hurt yeah?”

Nodding slightly you rest your head against his back and say quietly. “I trust you.”

Your hands grip each other as Alfie revs the engine, your stomach doing a little flip as he pulls out onto the road and you swear you hear him chuckle when your arms tighten around his body.

It’s surprisingly easy to distract yourself from your fear as you focus on the feel of Alfie’s body beneath your arms, feeling his muscled torso this close to you has you thinking less about the possibility of crashing and more about what he might look like without his shirt off.

You’re so distracted by your thoughts that you don’t realise at first that you’ve slowed to a stop, and that Alfie has cut the engine until he speaks.

“So, how was that?”

It takes a minute for the question to sink in, and you’re sure he knows what has got you so distracted by the smirk on his face. He swings himself off the bike, waiting for you to take your helmet off to hold a hand out to you.

“Not as bad as I thought,” you admit, taking his offered hand as he helps you off the bike. “Still terrifying though.”

“Told ya I wouldn’t let you get hurt,” he says with a wink.

You smile up at him, enjoying the feeling of his large hand holding yours so much that you squeeze it tight when he tries to pull away, his smile mirroring yours at the motion.

“Right, well we’re in here,” he explains, pointing to a Jewish restaurant in front of you. “Hope you don’t mind.”

“Not at all! You’ll have to tell me what’s good though, I haven’t eaten much Jewish food before,” you admit.

He nods, holding the door open for you. “I can do that.”

The inside of the restaurant is small, cozy even, setting you at ease as a waiter guides you to your table and Alfie holds your chair out for you.

Both of you hang your leather jackets over the back of your chairs, Alfie’s outfit underneath finally showing itself properly. The crisp white shirt, combined with the black slacks and vest is a good look for him. He has the sleeves rolled up to expose his forearms, giving you a glimpse at some of the tattoos that litter his skin.

Alfie helps as you read through the menu, pointing out some of his favourite dishes always with little anecdotes of his mother making them for him when he was young, his love for her clear every time he speaks about her.

As your food is placed in front of you, you give him a look.

“I’m putting my trust in you, if I don’t like this it’s your fault,” you tease and he gives you one of his wide grins.

“Then I guess I’ll just have to make it up to ya if you don’t,” he promises with a wink.

“I’m holding you to that,” you tell him, pointing your fork at him before taking your first bite.

The food is delicious, the slight moan you let out on purpose causing a smirk to spread onto Alfie’s face and you’re sure you notice his tongue flick across his lips.

“Alright then?”

“It’s incredible,” you mutter, digging into the dish once again and enjoying the way Alfie smiles at you as you eat.

The conversation flows as the meal goes on, your nerves disappear the more he asks about your life and your family,

As dinner comes to an end and the two of you make your way back outside to his bike you realise you don’t want the night to end quite yet, though to come out and just say you’d like to go back to his place might sound a little desperate. He hands your helmet to you, the question on his lips as he intently looks you over, looking for any sign you might want to get out of this now.

“Do you want to come back to my place for a bit? I’m sure Cyril would like to see you again,” he says, the offer of his dog making the offer sound a little less like all he wants is to get you into bed.

“Yeah, I’d like that,” you almost whisper, slipping the helmet back on.

When you reach Alfie’s building, you have to make an effort not to allow your jaw to hang open. The massive brick building looks to be an old factory that has been converted into flats, and approaching the large brown metal door, you wait a step behind Alfie as he types in the code for the door.

“This is where you live?” you ask, and Alife smirks as he opens the door for you.

“It is,” he says, following you inside and guiding you through the foyer to wait by the elevator with a hand resting on your lower back.

Built into the exposed brick wall beside the elevator is a bench lined with red velvet and you sink into it while looking around the room, glad to get off your feet for a moment.

“This place is incredible,” you tell him, looking around in an attempt to take everything in.

Alfie watches you, one hand in his pocket while he twists one of his rings around his finger.

“Used to be a piano factory in the 1800s, then a photography space, and now apartments. I was one of the first to buy ‘ere. It’s close to the distillery and big enough for Cyril not to feel cramped,” he explains.

The elevator door opens, and he holds out a hand that you happily take as he helps you off the bench and into the elevator, your feet still burning from your shoes.

“Oh well Cyril is of course the most important,” you say, grinning at the man.

Inside the apartment you can’t help but look around in wonder, the place is huge with a gorgeous open kitchen and massive curved sofa facing a wall of bookshelves with a large TV in the middle. Just like the foyer the apartment is filled with exposed brick walls, and metal, all to great effect.

You’re so preoccupied with the apartment you almost miss the thumping sound of heavy paws on the wooden floors.

“Hello Cyril,” you say as the dog comes running over, his tail wagging madly behind him and Alfie holds onto the dog’s collar to keep him from tackling you to the ground. You reach to scratch behind the dog’s ears, smiling at the way he leans into your touch.

“Think he missed ya,” Alfie says, squatting down to the dog’s level.

Watching Alfie with Cyril never fails to make you smile, the man’s face lighting up at the mere sight of his dog, his chuckle making your stomach flip in the best possible way as he scratches under the dog’s chin.

“How’re you doin’ mate?”

You make your way to a wall of framed photos, there’s one of a woman you assume is Alfie’s mother holding a young boy which could be no one but Alfie himself in her arms, another more recent photo of Alfie and Ollie outside the distillery, and another of Alfie with his arm around a girl that must be his sister.

“Is this Hannah?” you ask as Alfie comes to stand by your side.

“Hm? Yeah, that’s her, made me take that photo with her,” he admits, running a hand over his beard.

“What’s she like?”

“She’s brilliant. Fucking smart, don’t know where she got that from, she’s an engineer. She’s also a pain in my arse, but I love her,” he explains, shoving his hands into his pockets.

“I’d love to meet her someday,” you say as you turn to the photo of him and Ollie. “When was this taken?”

“Day we opened the distillery. Fuck, I was terrified that day, had no fucking clue if we would fail or succeed. Ollie kept me from panicking. Yeah, he kept me calm. He’s good at that,” he explains.

He rubs a hand over the back of his head, a move that almost seems like nerves as he keeps his gaze on the photo in front of him.

“He encouraged me to ask you out, so if this goes well expect him to never fucking shut up about it,” he mutters, making you laugh.

The two of you make your way to the couch, the conversation flowing long enough that Cyril gets bored with the lack of attention and goes off to occupy himself some other way and you find yourself moving closer to Alfie, his arm resting along the top of the couch just beside your head.

As the two of you continue to talk, your eyes move from his face down his toned body and you begin to wonder just what he looks like underneath those clothes.

Alfie’s hand settles on your hip, his face mere inches from your own so close you can feel his warm breath on your skin. His eyes search your face, moving from your eyes down to your lips and your heart pounds with anticipation as you wait for him to make his move.

“Are you going to kiss me or stare at me all night?” you whisper.

He grins, his free hand reaching to cup your cheek as he finally presses his plump lips against your own. Your hands move slowly up his chest, fingers grasping the material of his shirt.

“Finally,” you whisper, mouth breaking into a grin as he rests his forehead against yours.

Alfie matches your grin, his hands settling firmly on your hips as he lifts you with ease, settling you onto his lap as his lips find yours again his tongue slipping into your mouth tangling with your own.

Your hands move up his muscular arms, the feeling of them beneath your fingers making you groan into his mouth.

“Let’s move to the bedroom yeah?” he asks, voice gruff as his lips press along your jaw.

“Yes,” is your breathless response, your fingers tangling in his hair as he stands, your legs wrapping around his waist.

His hands find your backside, squeezing the skin as he carries you to his bedroom, kicking the door closed before Cyril can find you and follow you in.

Alfie sets you down on your feet and you immediately reach for the buttons on his vest, desperate to see the body you’d felt beneath his clothes on his bike. You manage to get the vest off, pushing it down his arms and immediately do the same to his shirt, grinning at the sight of his muscular, tattoo-covered chest.

“See something you like?”

“I do indeed,” you tell him, reaching up to kiss his lips as your hands find the buckle on his belt, easily getting it open before unbuttoning his trousers and shoving them down his hips.

“Right, your turn then,” he says.

His hands are rough as he pulls off your clothes, the outfit you’d painstakingly picked out for tonight mixing with his own discarded on the floor.

Alfie groans at the sight of you in just your black lace underwear, and when you reach to hook your fingers in the waistband his hand is quick to cover your own.

“Leave ‘em on,” he mutters, his lips finding yours once again as he pulls your body against his.

His hands roam over your back, moving down to your lace covered backside, fingers digging into the skin as he lifts you up and carries you over to the bed, dropping you onto your knees.

Alfie watches, hungry expression on his face as you lie back against the mattress, your legs opening to give him a view that makes his cock twitch, but he ignores it as he climbs onto the bed, hands reaching for your legs as he pulls you closer to him.

“Fuckin’ hell,” he breathes, hooking your legs onto his shoulders.

His lips press a trail of kisses down the inside of your thighs, his beard brushing softly against your skin as his fingers brush along the lace of your panties, hooking a finger along the strip of material hiding your slit from view.

A gasp leaves your lips as his tongue first runs along your slit, flicking against your clit. He clearly knows what he’s doing, he’s well practised and you both know it so you let your head fall back and enjoy it, his tongue feeling incredible against the most sensitive part of you.

Your grip in his hair tightens as you feel your orgasm impending, his tongue working you faster as you move your hips rubbing yourself against his face.

The moan that escapes your lips as your orgasm crashes over you is louder than any you’ve let out during sex, and your fingers grasp his hair tighter as you come down from your high.

“Fuck,” you mumble, head tipped back as Alfie pulls away, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand watching you with a grin your grasp on his hair finally relaxing.

“Alright, there love?”

You groan, looking down at him and rolling your eyes at the smug grin on his face as he takes hold of the black lace between his teeth and slowly pulls them down your legs.

Discarding them, Alfie kisses his way up your body and once he’s close enough, you take his face in your hands, pulling him closer so you can kiss him, tasting yourself on his lips as his hands find your waist.

“You have condoms?” you whisper against his lips.

“In the drawer,” he mutters, pulling away to reach over to fish a condom out of the drawer. He stiffens as you reach down to grasp his already hard cock in your hand swearing as you begin to slowly stroke him.

Alfie settles onto his knees, fumbling with the condom while trying to get it open as you continue you stroke him grinning at how distracted he is with just one hand on his cock.

“Need some help?” you ask, earning a glare from him as he finally tears open the packet.

“Got it,” he mutters, swatting your hand away so he can roll the condom on himself, stroking his cock a few times as you lie back against the pillows, smiling up at him as he watches you, mesmerised by your body.

He lines himself up with you, rubbing himself along your slit as you reach for him, your arms wrapping around his neck as you pull him down closer to you.

“Fuck,” Alfie groans at the same time you let out a gasp as he finally slides into you, his thickness filling you up. He pauses for a minute, his lips finding your own once again and your nails dig into his back as he starts to thrust.

He feels perfect inside of you, much better than previous lovers. The way he holds you as he thrusts into you, his lips kissing every inch of your skin he can reach, your nails scratch paths down his back as you wrap your legs around his waist.

You try to match his pace, moving your hips back into him as he trusts, but soon enough he takes over, and you do nothing but lie there and let him, the feeling of him making your fingers grip him as tight as you can, your toes curl, and your lips unable to say anything other than his name.

His thumb finds your clit, rubbing the sensitive ball of nerves as you find yourself getting closer to the edge again.

Your lips collide with his as you both find your climax, your tongues tangling together as you moan into his mouth. He continues to thrust until you’re both spent, finally pulling out as he pulls his lips away from yours.

Alfie rests his forehead on your chest as he catches his breath, his hands holding your waist as you run your fingers through his hair, feeling guilty for how hard you pulled on it earlier.

Soon enough he sits up, pressing his lips to yours.

“I’ll be back in just a minute,” he says, his lips brushing yours.

He gets up and you watch his bare arse as he makes his way into the en suite.

Left alone with your thoughts, you sigh as you sink back into the pillows, slipping beneath the blankets as the cool air makes a shiver run through your naked body. This isn’t how tonight was supposed to go, you never do this on the first date, never go this far so quickly. But somehow, with Alfie, it doesn’t feel wrong. It feels right.

Alfie makes his way back into the room and climbs into bed beside you, those big arms reaching towards you to hold you tight against his body and tucking your head in under his chin.

“So you’re a cuddler are you?” you tease, settling into his chest.

“You can’t tell me this ain’t fucking nice,” he says, lips pressing against the top of your head.

It is nice, so nice that you don’t want to leave. But this is only the first date, you never intended to have sex on the first date and now you’re on the verge of already spending the night with him when all you intended for tonight was to have dinner.

You can already imagine the look on Nancy’s face if you come home tomorrow morning, still wearing the outfit you’d worn tonight. The idea of that smug look alone is enough for you to shift so you can kiss him softly.

“I should go,” you whisper against his lips.

“Stay the night,” he mutters, his arms tightening around you as you attempt to pull away. “I’ll cook ya breakfast in the morning.”

“Oh well that changes things,” you tease.

“Just stay.” Alfie’s eyes are drifting shut, his face softening as he holds you a little tighter and while you’re telling yourself to take this slow, that you really should leave and give yourself time to process the night’s events, everything about him is telling you to stay.

Gently you press a kiss to his chest, your hand gently rubbing his side as you settle in against him. His fingers brush softly along your arm and a tired smile stretches across your face.

“Alright, I’ll stay.”

The first thing you notice the following morning is Alfie’s arms still wrapped around you.

It takes you a minute to work out what’s going on, where you are and why arms are holding you against a solid chest, but soon enough the night before comes back to you. Alfie’s promise of breakfast and his tired voice asking you to stay the night brings a smile to your face as you glance up at him.

“Good morning.”

He’s awake but just, his eyes half open, a deep frown on his face as he reaches to rub his eyes with one hand.

“Mornin’,” he mutters, voice deep from sleep.

You press a kiss to his chest, earning a grumble from him as he throws his arm over his eyes to block out the light breaking through the gaps around the edges of the blinds.

“Not a morning person?” you ask, fingers curling in his beard.

“Didn’t I fucking warn you ‘bout that?”

“Nope. It’s cute though,” you tell him, laughing when he grunts in response.

You sit up, pulling out of his grip and glance around the room looking for wherever your clothes ended up last night.

“Third drawer, grab a shirt if you want,” he mutters, pointing to the chest of drawers on the other side of the room.

“Thanks,” you say, leaning in to kiss his cheek before sliding out of the bed.

As you approach the drawers, you hear the sound of scratching on the bedroom door followed by a loud whine. Cyril.

“Fucking hell,” Alfie mutters.

“Where do you keep the dog food? I’ll feed him,” you offer, slipping a grey t-shirt over your head and your underwear back up your legs.

“It’s in the kitchen. Can make yourself a cup of coffee while you’re out there if you want.”

“You want one?”

“I’ll get it when I’m awake,” he mutters, turning over to bury his face in the pillow. When he speaks again, his voice is muffled. “Don’t go making any fucking breakfast, told ya I’d do it.”

Opening the bedroom door, you manage to slip out without letting Cyril in to disturb Alfie and lead the large dog out into the kitchen. You fill up both his food and water dishes before making a cup of coffee, sinking into the couch with it and smiling when Cyril comes to join you, his head resting on your lap.

The morning is quiet, peaceful, as you sip your coffee and gently brush your fingers through the dog’s fur.

Soon enough Alfie emerges from the bedroom, dressed in a matching shirt, his hair a mess atop his head.

“You awake now?” you ask, watching as he makes his way over to you, his frown hidden partially behind a pair of glasses you’ve never seen him wearing before.

“Partially,” he says, stopping to pat Cyril’s head.

“I didn’t know you wear glasses,” you point out, smiling as he leans in to press a kiss to your head.

“I wear contacts when I go out. Too fucking tired this early in the morning to put ‘em in,” he explains, swiping your cup of coffee from your hand and taking a sip.

He twists his face up in disgust, handing the mug back to you as you laugh.

“Fucking sugar. How do you drink it so sweet?”

“It’s because I’m so sweet,” you joke, earning another kiss to the top of your head.

“That’s true. Now, breakfast,” he says, clapping his hands together startling Cyril who quickly lifts his head to see what the noise was. “Relax mate, only me. Pancakes sound good?”

“Sounds perfect. Do you want help?”

“Nope. You keep that pretty arse of yours right there, yeah?”

You grin up at him, angling your chin just right before speaking. “Okay, now come give me a kiss.”

He happily obliges you, leaning down to press his soft lips to yours before heading off towards the kitchen. You watch over the back of the couch as he cooks, looking content as he cooks and you decide to join him.

“Thought I told you to stay over there,” he says as you pull yourself up onto the benchtop.

“I wanted to be a little closer to you,” you tell him.

Alfie grins as he comes to stand between your legs, your hands finding his hips as you bring his face down to yours.

“If they burn them cause you’re fucking distracting me you’re eating the burnt ones,” he mumbles against your lips.

“Worth it.”

He chuckles against you, his chest rumbling with laughter as he presses a kiss to your forehead. With ease he pulls himself from your grip, so he can flip the pancake in the pan.

“Too bad you put your shirt back on, should have left it off,” you comment, grinning at the glare he shoots at you.

“You think so aye?”

You nod, grin widening as he sighs and strips off his shirt, playfully throwing it at you.

“Much better.”

Watching Alfie, his hair a mess, bleary eyes hidden behind his glasses, mouth stretched open in a yawn as he cooks you breakfast, you find yourself yearning for more of this in the future.

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