#x| but i will never be over how the news of marie's death was kept from her :c

[1-800-papaya]

Not so southern

Jay Halstead x Baker!Reader Warnings: Mentions of death and loss of parent

A Letter. A deathbed confession. It wasn’t something Y/N had ever expected a mere month after the death of her mother. She’d barely returned to Chicago after the funeral, barely returned to the cafe; she’d barely returned to Jay.

The open letter lay still on the table of the couple’s home. Y/N sat frozen, her eyes locked on the carefully written words floating in a river of unanswered questions in her mind. Her mother truly knew she had to leave an impression. But could she call the woman who had raised her her mother? Was it right to attach that title to a woman who had kept a life-altering secret from her? It was sitting at the table, her mind reeling that her newly minted husband found her later that afternoon.

Jay groaned as he dragged his tired body. The day didn’t seem to end, and a tough case was always twisting and evolving into something ugly and demented. When, Voight had finally allowed his detectives to leave and gather their strength, Jay had all but leapt from his desk and rushed out of the district. Though his partner’s tired, teasing smiles didn’t escape his eyes. The routine that had developed over the last two years wasn’t something Jay enjoyed breaking, but the light and warmth he longed for was not dusted in powder sugar or smeared in chocolate behind a counter.

The small two-story home’s door never felt so heavy as when the day dragged on like an endless tunnel. Jay could tell straight away that something was wrong. The house was cold and still. The only movement was Luna slinking to greet him. While Jay loved Y/N’s two furballs, Milo grated Jay’s last nerve most days; Luna and her subdued personality were more his speed. There was no warm feeling that filled each visitor; no delicious gooey chocolate smell filled the air.

“Hi Lu, do you know what’s going on? Hmm, Sunshine?” no response. Jay’s nerves grew. He knew she was home; her precious bronco was sitting in the driveway. Jay wondered aimlessly through the house before finding his loving wife sitting still like a stone statue.

“Y/N/N, love”, Jay’s voice was soft as he gently approached the young woman. Kneeling beside her, Jay watched as she turned slowly, and his concern grew when he noticed the rivers of silent tears that were running steadily down her cheeks. “What’s wrong”

Y/N didn’t trust her voice. Everything in her life felt like it was betraying her like it was wrong. Silently her shaking hand reached for the letter, a piece of paper that felt as heavy as concrete. She didn’t trust her wobbling voice to convey the news her ‘mother’ was telling her from beyond the grave. She looked away as reality started to sink in and her sobs became audible, breaking her husbands heart as he read his late mother-in-laws words.

Dear Y/N, I know now that my days are numbered, and I can feel life leaving me as my strength drains more each day. As such, I have a secret, my dear, that I feel I need to tell you now. It is a secret I once told myself I would’ve told you by now, but I just couldn’t bring myself to do so. This is much harder than I thought. I hope you will forgive me for keeping such information from you, dear. You are adopted. Your father and I loved each other but could not have children. When we saw your little face, we fell in love. The orphanage was overrun and loud, yet you were sound content…so peaceful. Now, I know this is quite shocking, and we may never be given the opportunity to talk, given my health. But I want you to continue to be yourself, darling. Do not let this change you. I saw how happy you are with Jay. Mary has shown me a lot of photos you sent of your wedding. I know you may have questions, so I have spent my recent spike in free time doing the work for you. Your original birth certificate will be sent alongside this letter. I do hope we see each other again before I leave, but if we do not, please do not linger too much on this information. You have quite a life ahead of you with Jay, live it, if not for me dear, but for yourself. Love Mum

Jay instinctively reached for the other piece of paper sitting neatly on the table—a birth certificate—an Illinois birth certificate. His eyes scanned the document. Shock filled his very being when he fully registered the names written in the father and mother of child boxes. Camille and Hank Voight. His wife was the daughter of his boss. Within seconds, his eyes flickered up, and his body moved quicker than his thoughts. Wrapping his arms loving and tightly around Y/N, Jay offered comfort and affection that she accepted without hesitation.

“I still love you, Sunshine”, Jay mumbled into his wife of barely two months’ hair. Y/N didn’t say a word, not that Jay needed a response. The house stayed still and silent for most of the night; she became numb and motionless as Jay moved about and eventually carried her to their bed, reassuring her that nothing between them had changed.

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[slightlyhozy]

“Through the Cold, I’ll Find my Way Back to You.”

Chapter 2: “All my love and terror, balanced there between those eyes.”

Characters: Púca! Andrew Hozier-Byrne x Original Female Character

Summary: Maisie Quinn, after inheriting a home in Ireland from her late grandmother, slowly learns a dark past about the land in which it was built on.

Word Count - 2,098

Warnings - None except for animal death and descriptions of their bodies

A/N - I’m still learning how to write longer chapters, I will get better!

That day, I had looked into whatever the hell this Púca was. Seeing that it wasn’t necessarily a danger in any stories made my anxiety ease, which was a bit embarrassing since I didn’t even believe that it existed.

Closing my laptop, I looked around my new bedroom, the wooden floors were effortlessly dusty and cracked. Grunting, I opened my laptop again, in pursuit of finding someone in the area to install new flooring in certain rooms.

Settling was getting easier despite the fact Mary was the only person I really knew, On a good note, I already had a form in for a commission out in Dublin; they wanted me to paint a mural in the lobby of their office building. I figured the best way to go about living in a new country was to make connections anyway.

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That night, I lay with Lenny in my arms, surrounded by blankets, as some movie played. I pressed a kiss on his head as we cuddled. My mind kept drifting back to the monster, my mind constantly justifying why it wasn’t real; I knew it wasn’t real. I thought about the property and area surrounding it; there were never any bad vibes; it always seemed normal.

While thoughts scurried around my head, a familiar scratch caught me off guard, making me jump. The fox.

My head turned to the door, sighing, I was tempted to go and feed the fox. Thinking back to my conversation with Elsie, interfering with wildlife really wasn’t a good idea. I had just moved here, I should at least put the effort into making a good impression, if not to anyone in particular.

As my dog growled, his attention turned to the door, and I began to pet him in an attempt to calm him down. I understood he tended to be protective of me but never like this, over an animal. “Lenny, shhh.” Scratching behind his ears, he whimpered towards the door, moving to lay back beside me.

Trying to focus on the movie, I could hear the creature outside screaming for attention, it was borderline eerie. I continued to sit, it wasn’t my place to feed it, that was the fox’s job.

After ten minutes, I couldn't handle it anymore. Turning off the TV, I stood up and walked to the stairs, going up to my bedroom for the night.

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I grumbled, pulling weeds from the gravel of the garden. I had been at it for hours now, only joined by the sound of Van Morrison singing in my ears and the chirps of birds in the trees. Other than the labor, it was therapeutic.

Sitting back, I took a swig of water, looking around the garden. The weather had been nice, it was early September, so the weather had started getting colder than it was before. The sky was white, and the trees were less vibrant. As I pulled out the invasive plants, my eyebrows raised as my eyes fell on a small mouse.

The furry rodent in question was undoubtedly dead, but the only injury was a bloody wound on its side. As I continued to pull weeds, 3 more bodies were found. Initially, I believed that there was a cat that lurked in my garden, but then also the lack of injury or puncture to the bodies made no sense. I felt as though I was turning into a skeptic or just feeling the effects of my disorder. Before I could spiral, I was brought back to life by a bird call.

Looking up into the tree, I immediately recognized the black stripe along its eyes, much like a bandit’s mask. Oh. It was a shrike, I wasn’t even aware they had those in Ireland. Internally, I thanked myself for having a bird phase, otherwise, I would be sent into a phase of paranoia over dead mice. Still, I was puzzled around the fact that the mice weren’t eaten, simply impaled, then dropped.

I wasn’t too sure what could be wrong with the animals in the area, perhaps there’s a disease spreading amongst species. I wasn’t informed enough to really have a clue, but it was almost creepy.

While I pondered, another bird flew next to perch beside the shrike. After a moment, the two began to squawk and fight with eachother, their beaks clashing. Not being interested in watching what could happen to the smaller bird picking a fight with a brutal predator, I collected my garden tools and water bottle, making my way back to the house.

Lenny was sniffing around the yard as I cleared out the mouse corpses, like I had the other animal on my porch. The sun was slowly setting, and all I could think about was getting a proper drink and starting on a personal art project, the subject of which is still a mystery to me.

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Over the next few nights, the fox seemed to only get more aggressive. I frowned as I stared at my front door, this time, a dead rabbit was left. Did it think that I ran out of food? The rabbit itself would be unedible if I even wanted to eat it, it was completely squished, presumably roadkill. The wood along the door had been scratched, deep. A shiver ran up my spine as my finger reached out to trace the marks, the light inner wood going about half an inch deep. I wasn’t even sure how it was possible, but I also knew that I would now have to invest in new flooring and a door.

I was a bit worried that it would attack me if I didn’t feed it; with no evidence to back this up, any creak or sound outside would make me jump. When I slept, I dreamt of it attacking me or Lenny. So now, after three nights of ignoring the animal, I decided to give in.

It was almost one in the morning, finally, my couch had been installed, freeing me from the pain of having to haul my long limbs off the ground. With a small tub of ice cream in my hand, I was binge-watching Breaking Bad. The sound of Walter White monologing went through one ear, out the other as I anxiously awaited the arrival of the fox. I was almost worried it wouldn’t come. Why was I worried? Why wouldn’t I want it gone?

As if it were summoned, a familiar squaking woke me from my thoughts, immediately sending me to pause my show and put my ice cream somewhere Lenny couldn’t reach. I shushed him with my finger to my lips. As I went to look through the window. To my expectations, the small animal stood on the top of the steps, its green eyes gleaming under the poarch light.

Afraid of any chances of Lenny putting himself in danger, I led the dog to the study, shutting him inside, the door muffling his barks and growls.

In the kitchen, I worked to fix a wet bowl of dog food and a scoop of pumpkin purée on top. Opening the door, the fox stood expectantly. I set the bowl down, quickly moving to shut the glass door so I could see it eat. Again, it’s eyes stalked me as it ate eagerly, as if I had starved it. Perhaps it couldn’t hunt, wouldn’t…? If it couldn’t, where were these dead animals coming from?

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Fresh air. Fresh air was what I needed, space, was what I needed.

The morning after the encounter with the fox, I decided to go to the beach with Lenny. Throwing on a grey knit sweater, black jeans, boots, and a beanie, I clip on Lenny’s leash, his tail wagging faster than it had in a long time. As I go outside, I make sure to clean up the brutalized hedgehog left on my porch, the guts splattered across my porch. As I cleaned up the insides, visibly unhappy, I simultaneously fought Lenny back from eating it.

Smelling the sea was a specific kind of nostalgia, the beach itself wasn’t too different than some back in Washington. The air kisses my cheeks as I fight it, the clashing waves soothing my ears. I clutched the leash, hoping he wouldn’t try and run along the beach.

I felt grateful that there was no one in the morning, just me, my coffee, and my dog. I wonder if I was becoming a loner, back home, I seemed to be going out every day, with friends and making them as well. Now, all I had available was Mary. As much as I enjoyed some alone time, I wondered how long it would take until it became too lonely for me, I wondered how long it would be until I found a routine with my work, more clients, and when I would meet local artists.

Taking in the scent again, I closed my eyes, the cool wind making me feel more grounded and alive than I had in a year. Keeping them closed, I continued to walk into what seemed to be a never-ending path, curving around the water.

As if enjoying my solitude was too much, my eyes scrunched up as my shoulder was bumped. My eyes shot open as I helplessly watched my coffee cup fall against the sand, the contents leaking into the grains. Lenny immediately went to investigate, sniffing and licking the spill.

After picking up the cup, I look up the figure that disrupted my walk. He was tall. Around 9 inches taller than me, his nose and cheeks were a dusty pink from the cold, the coloration obvious from the cold weather.

His beard was nicely groomed, but his hair was messy and greasy.  Above his pronounced cheekbone, there was a small, healing cut across the skin. His eyes were cold and endless, not kind but not uninviting. Where the hell did he even come from?

“Sorry… Uh, I wasn’t paying attention. I wasn’t too sure why I was apologizing, according to my therapist, it was one of my weakest traits. The stranger stepped back, sizing me up.

He didn’t reply, I could hear Lenny by my side, growling lowly. “Really, sorry, he’s just protective... I promise he’s a good dog.”

“It’s alright.” His voice was deep, rich, and smooth like honey, he was hansome in general, just unsettling. He brushed a gloved hand through his brown curls, his green eyes following me.

I wasn’t sure what to do, I was pretty desperate for interactions, and he only seemed 10 years older than me at most. “Nice weather?” I cringed at my terrible use of small talk.

“Alright. Cold.”

“I mean, it usually is... cold.” Awkwardly, I itched at my neck, unsure what to do. “I’m Maisie.” I held my hand out, his eyes just darting to stare at it, not accepting it.

“Andrew. Are you American?”

I swallowed nervously, I didn’t want to come off as an uneducated, arrogant American prick. “Uh, well, yes, I just moved in... I live over..east..” My arm extended to point towards my home.

“I know.” My face immediately grew concerned, he knew? How?

“What do you mean?”

He didn’t reply.

“Andrew… Do you live around here? Or do you like, drive down here for walks.” His brows furrow, as if I were asking something invasive.

“I live near here, I like water.” His hand reaches up to scratch at the scab forming on his face, I notice how one of his glove fingers has the tip torn off.

I nod along awkwardly, maybe he didn’t get out much? “Yeah, me too... It’s nice to live this close to the ocean.” He doesn't answer again. “I lived in Seattle, so I was really far away from the ocean, sometimes, we’d go visit family on the coast.”

His brows furrow. “Where’s that?”

“Washington? Uh, it’s in the Pacific Northwest of America; Kurt Cobain was born there.” He seemed clueless. “Oh…” My face furrows with concern as I see blood, almost black, start to drip down his face. “You…your scab… It’s kind of..” I try to point it out casually, not trying to be rude.

Moving his hand away, Andrew moves to lick his finger, his brows raising. “Oh,” He doesn’t seem too concerned with the color of his blood as he observes it. “Habit.”

“Right,” As I am about to speak more, my phone rings—the flooring installers I had been talking to. “Oh, sorry, I need to take this.” I whisper to him as I back up, pressing my phone to my ear. He just gives me a weak wave as I turn away, waiting for my turn in the cue.

As I turned back around not even a minute later to say goodbye, he was gone. Andrew. The weirdest and one of the rudest men I had ever met.

A/N: ANDREW DOESNT STAY LIKE THIS THE WHOLE TIME I PROMISE HE ISNT BORING

[pynkgothicka]

Ｔｅａｒ Ｙｏｕ Ａｐａｒｔ ＪＨＳ ＆ ＭＹＧ

Synopsis - While out clubbing you meet two very friendly strangers. (Part 5 of the Monster Series)

Pairing - Yandere! Dark! Vampire! Min Yoongi & Jung Hoseok x AFAB! Reader

Featuring - Issa Rae and Hunter Schafer

Tags and Warnings - Death, Hypnosis, Vampire stuff, abduction

Authors Note - One more fic in the series!!!

“This club fucking sucks!!” Issa yelled over the sound the loud club music. So far the night was filled with bad shots, creepy men, and all around bad music. And you agreed, this club was literally the last place you wanted to be.

Hunter stood next to you on her phone looking for literally anywhere else to go. She let out a loud gasp and stuffed her phone between both you and Issa. “Guys! There's that new club downtown! It looks like it's gothic themed! Certainly they know how to party.” Issa raised a brow at the suggestion.

“Girl, we aren't goths.” Issa says simply.

“Yeah she's right, literally we'll stick out like a sore thumb.” You added.

“Attention! Duh. Listen we can stay here and get harassed by jocks or we meet some new people at the new vampire goth club. Which will it be?” Hunter said raising both hands. You rolled your eyes and smiled.

“So your saying that instead of bringing home douche bags we bring home goths?” Issac said her eyes seemingly thinking. “Checks out with me, how about you girl?”

You looked at Issa and rolled your eyes jokingly. “Fine, let's go!”

🦇

“Shit this place rocks!” Hunter said. You all went back to your shared apartment to at change into more darker clothes and makeup. Yet you all still stuck out like sore thumbs.

Yet this worked as Issa had already found some guy who interested her and you and Hunter danced with a group of girls. Bauhaus echoed in the background as you moved across the floor practically drifting aimlessly. However you would make eye contact with two men who stood on the wall watching you. Their gazes were sharp, but you brushed it off and kept dancing.

Hunter tapped your shoulder and you turned around. “Hey can you go get us some drinks?” She said dancing with you. Giving her a small smile, you nodded and headed to the red lit bar. You order two Bloody Marys, which you found somewhat hilarious to be served. You stood at the bar waiting patiently but were startled by a hand on your shoulder.

“You've never been to a goth club I bet.” One of them said smirking.

“Jesus! You both scared the shit out of me.” You said trying to catch your breath. The one with darker hair laughed and smiled.

“Sorry! We just got curious, your fashion is just not what you'd see here usually.” He continued. His friend kept looking at you, blinking rarely. You looked back at him but then returned to speaking with the main friend.

“And how do you know that huh? I could frequent these clubs a lot.”

“You don't trust me. You have that lost look in your eyes. Shit I forgot to introduce myself I'm Hoseok. And he's Yoongi.” You took Hoseoks hand, but shuddered at how cold his skin was. You pulled away laughing awkwardly. It almost drained you, touching him.

Then the drinks you were supposed to give Hunter slid in front of you. Taking them you almost nodded them both off but were stopped by Yoongi stepping in front of you.

“Aw you're leaving? Before you got one of our numbers?” Yoongi said snickering, surprising you that he would even speak to you. He took a sharpie from a nearby jar and wrote his number on your arm. “You should invite us over when you're not the ‘sober companion’” He added snickering. You didn't tell him that at all so you just nodded and stepped away.

You were going to clean that sharpie off your arm immediately.

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Turns out that soon would arrive quicker than expected, as not even a week later you walked into your apartment to see Yoongi, Hoseok, Issa, and Hunter hanging out in the living room. The girls seemed intoxicated or in a daze as they were glad naked and dancing in front of them.

You stepped back and turned around walking out of the door and trying to close it quietly. You'd just return tomorrow, it wasn't your place to question the beginning of what was happening. Letting out a sigh you began to almost walk away.

That was until you were yanked into the house the door locking behind you.

“Hey!!” Hunter drunkenly yelled hiccuping as she grabbed both of your arms harshly. Shed never been this strong, in fact she was quiet weak compared to you. “Come on now the party was missing you!” She slurred practically dragging you to the living room. Her eyes had a weird cloudy look to them. You couldn't get a good look as she pushed you onto the couch in between the men.

Almost immediately Yoongis hand went to your thigh. You shivered but didn't move as Hunter and Issa drunkenly collapsed on the love seat. With a snap of Hoseoks fingers, they became sleepier and drowsier. Until they were both asleep. “Let us go!” You yelled struggling against Yoongis harsh grip on your thigh.

“You don't want that do you? You never texted us you know… broke poor Yoongis heart.” Hoseok spoke to you in a babyish voice. Yoongis head fell on your shoulder, him almost purring at your warm skin on his own cold one. “It's almost a rightful punishment, eye for a eye.”

“What even are you guys…?” You questioned but got your answer as you felt two sharp spikes poke at your neck. You tried to push away but Hoseok grabbed your chin forcing you to look at him. Your body fell in a trance as the pain of Yoongis fangs entering your body was dull and almost non existent.

Hoseok connected your lips, passionately kissing you. His fangs grazed your bottom lip, giving quiet moans into your mouth. “We thought you were so beautiful… and the fact that you're also a virgin… that made you even sexier.” Yoongi mumbled against your neck. He sucked at your skin peppering kisses on the bite. He licked it and pulled away. “She's so fucking good. Virgin blood, it's always so good… Come get a taste.”

Hoseok pulled away from your mouth as he went to your chest, taking a bite at your collarbone. Hoseok began to suck, this time the pain hurting. You hissed feeling your life almost drain away. Your eyes stared at your friends, seeing as they've already been drained. Bite marks littered their bodies and yet you couldn't even do anything about it as you're now their victims. Yoongi took Hoseoks arm and pulled at it making Hoseok pull away. “Don't kill her, I want to keep her…” Yoongi mumbled his body now falling on your thighs, kissing at them. The horror of your blood, turning into kiss marks on your body terrified you.

“I wasn't going to I swear. I just got lost in it all… sorry.” Hoseok said quietly. “So we're bringing her back right?” Yoongi nodded eagerly. And Hoseok kissed your lips again, as he snapped your body going limp. Your vision clouded as you laid against Hoseoks body. His hand went to your hair, stroking fondly.

“What about them?” Yoongi says pointing at Hunter and Issa. Hoseok shrugged and kept his focus on comforting you, yet you couldn't even see what was happening. But you began to cry, silently your lips trembling. Hands went to wipe your tears by what you could assume was Hoseok. You didn't even hear nor see your friends fate by you did feel Yoongi come near you again. “It's okay, we got you… we'll take care of you baby… we just have to tear you apart and rebuild you.”

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[damn-stark]

Chapter 34 Everyday before

Chapter 34 of Cherry

A/N: One more chapter

Warning- Fluff, mentions of death, ptsd, angst and swearing

Takes place during- The final chapters special 2

Pairing- Jean Kirstein x fem!reader

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Mother…

That’s why her piercing gaze is so familiar. The rest of her face is unrecognizable, but her eyes are those from your nightmares, they’re evil.

“Didn’t your midget mention me?” She asks in a soft and very feminine voice that catches you guard.

“You…” you stammer and return her piercing gaze without trying to exceed yourself and welcome back this anger you’ve been trying to overcome. “You used to hide me in closets. You kept me inside them. I’m still afraid of the dark because of you.”

Marie blinks and releases a soft scoff that sounds almost amused. “It was for your own good. I couldn’t risk people seeing you. You were a little girl, and when Lucius wasn’t home I had to do what I had to do for your own good.”

Lucius…one of your brothers? Which one out of three?

“Lucius?” You ask about him only because it’s your brothers that you care about, you can’t bring yourself to care about her. Ever. You were only ever curious to see what she looked like, and now that you see that she is beautiful, your curiosity has been fulfilled and now all you’ll wonder is why she let your father touch her.

“Who is he?” You ask hesitantly.

Marie pulls a cigarette out and puts it between her lips first before she answers. “My eldest. Your older brother. He’s the one who would take care of you and your brothers. He’s dead.” She announces bluntly before she lights her cigarette.

You swallow thickly and avert your gaze.

You can’t say you feel sad. Do you feel bad? Yes, but not sad, you don’t have any recollection of him. He’s just a story now.

“And that…” she trails off to point ahead. When you follow what she’s pointing to you see the guy with a buzz cut dancing with Mikasa. He’s looking over here too.

“…Is Eric,” she continues. “He’s 2, no, 3, 2? Well, he’s older than you are.”

You drift your eyes to her and shoot her a glare over the fact she doesn’t know how old her own child is.

“Don’t look at me like that,” she quickly remarks. “You look like your father when you do that.”

Better than being her. But still not a compliment.

“Anyway,” she snickers and sits back. “Then there’s Ben, my military boy. Which in fact,” she says and points at you with her cigarette. “He’s the general, and before that, he was closer to you than you knew. He was in the Military Police.”

You stiffen and look down at your hands with growing shock.

Does he know about you? If so, why did he never talk to you?

“You can’t blame Eric, he didn’t know about you until a couple of years back. He’s actually quite excited to meet you, but for now, I just needed him to distract—”

“What do you want from me?” You cut her off and narrow your glare back on her. “Why now?”

Marie shrugs. “Curiosity. This is a new era for humanity, my girl. I wanted to turn over a page and start a new chapter,” she rambles and lets the cigarette burn in her surprisingly well-manicured fingers—“I’m getting old, I want to retire, right my wrongs,” she says with the least sincere face ever.

Kenny was many things, but you could see when he was sincere, even through that tuff and hardened exterior. He wasn’t affectionate and mushy, but he was honest.

Marie though? You can read her, there’s an ulterior motive behind her eyes, something evil you can’t handle anymore.

You’re slowly starting to get better, and you can’t deal with the bullshit that comes with her anymore. Besides, she might’ve birthed you but she was never your mother, you had mother figures, and none of them were her.

“Then do so away from me,” you sneer and get up, managing to finally give Mikasa an out to rush over—“I want nothing to do with you.”

Marie leans forward and slowly tilts her head.

“I’m starting to get better,” you continue louder each second as you’re beginning to overflow with different emotions. “I want to heal from the part I had in the war, from the shit that I went through because you couldn’t be a mother, so stay the hell away from me,” you snarl and step back towards Mikasa who grabs your shoulder the moment she reaches you.

“Y/N, what's wrong?” Mikasa asks right away with concern.

You exhale and shake your head stiffly. “Nothing. Just saying goodbye to this woman here.” You press your hands on the table and lean forward to add a few more things. “Kenny was never a father either, but at least he had his reasons. He cared for me in his own way, but you, you’re nothing, so stay away. And if I see you around me I will not hesitate to get rid of you.” You stand up straight and huff out through your nose, making her grin and clap.

“Well, well, Little Uri,” she interjects without looking or sounding offended. “That’s what he called you, yeah? Uri? After that Reiss man, he was so obsessed with? Anyway, you have some balls on you kid…that’s all I ever wanted to see. Hm…good luck in life, kid.”

You blink and step back with slight surprise after you expected more. An outburst or a counter. But this is it?

“Come on, Y/N,” Mikasa urges you as she tugs your arm. “Let’s call it a day.”

You steal one last look at the woman still casually sitting down with her cigarette now in between her lips, and admit that you bear some resemblance look-wise, but that’s it, you could never be like her otherwise and you’re glad.

“Let’s go,” you whisper to Mikasa and let her turn you away to quickly stride out of the cantina.

“Are you okay?” Mikasa asks the moment you’re out.

You glance at her and nod honestly. “Yes. She was never in my life, so I can’t be upset over someone that was never there. I was curious to see her, and I see that she’s quite beautiful, so now my curiosity is satisfied.” You offer her a soft assuring smile and another nod. “I’m okay.”

Mikasa holds your gaze for a moment to read if you might be hiding any other emotions so she wouldn’t worry, but all she sees is sincerity, so she lets it go.

“I told you we should’ve not gone in,” she gloats.

You laugh softly. “She would’ve found me regardless, best to get out of the way. But I guess this means no more slackin’ off.”

Mikasa nods, and just before you get further away you both hear running footsteps before a voice calls out. “Wait! Y/N?”

Mikasa and you both stop in your tracks and peer over. That’s when you see that it’s Eric, your brother.

“I don’t want you to make any excuses for her,” you immediately interject and make him come to a stop. “She might’ve been a mother to you, but she wasn’t one to me, so don’t talk to me about her.”

Eric lets out a deep breath and places his hands on his hips and nods quickly in agreement. “No, yeah, yeah, that’s fine. She’s outta mouth and outta mind.”

You furrow your eyebrows in confusion at his comment.

“You,” he points. “You’re my sister.”

You and Mikasa share a quick look before you nod stiffly. “Apparently so.”

“Well,” he says and hits his hands on his hips. “I thought I was the only child for so long, it was boring. I mean Ben is a military man, he was raised by his father after Lucius died, but that father then sold him off to the military or whatnot,” he rambles. “And I only barely found out I had a sister. I didn’t remember you. So…” he shrugs. “Maybe we can talk. We can talk to Ben and all talk together.”

You let out a breathless laugh before you give in. They’re the only reason why you wanted to meet your mother in the first place.

“Fine,” you sigh. “But only you. If I see her with you I’ll forget about you all over again. Got it?”

Eric flashes you a charming smile and nods eagerly. “Got it. Uh, where?”

“Hm, how about tomorrow? Right above here, there’s a teashop on Main 65. We can meet there at 1 pm.”

Eric nods and claps his hands. “Gotcha. Cool. Cool.”

You shoot him a small smile and offer him a small wave before you turn away and continue to walk away with Mikasa.

Once you’re a ways away she nudges your arm. “He’s like you. Talks a lot and is very chipper.”

You feign a laugh and nudge her harder. “Was he flirting with you? Maybe we can become like a twisted family, huh?”

Mikasa goes serious and glares at you for such an insinuation, making you chuckle and throw your arm around her. “Come on let's go see if my old house is still standing.”

——

Dear, Levi

Do you remember the brothers I have? Well, I met them. Both of them. I was hesitant to meet my older brother, Ben, because apparently he’s been in the Military police, and he knew about me so I was kind of offended that he didn’t present himself, but after my other older brother Eric basically begged me to present ourselves to him, well, I’ve decided to give it a shot!

Plus, the therapist says that working towards forgiveness right now as I’m trying to work on my anger is significant. I can choose to keep Ben out of my life as I get to know him, he says. And Mikasa says that too. So I’m giving it a shot, and you know? They’re not bad.

Ben is quite serious, and reserved, and he has a poor sense of humor. Oh, and he has a serious cigarette addiction. Can’t say I blame him though. Anyway, he’s trying to get on my and Eric’s good side.

Which leads me to Eric. He’s very cheerful, and he has a great sense of humor, Mikasa says he’s a lot like me personality-wise, but I don’t see it. He’s wicked smart, but kind of sloppy which is kinda of gross, but regardless, he was a huge mama's boy through and through, and then I don’t know what it was; the fact that he knows he has more family, or he was growing tired, but he told me that my mother wanted to use me to fight for her in some stupid turf war she’s currently in. She didn’t care, she knew I was strong like Kenny, so she wanted my power…can’t say I’m surprised.

Which is why I busted her and her rival! With the help of Mikasa, my brother Ben, and Eric. The underground considers us heroes now, so I’m glad. I would like for the underground to disappear completely, but people have rooted themselves too deep so there’s still people who want to stay, and as long as that happens then I’ll help them live better lives, even if it’s underground.

Anyway, I’m glad Eric did that. It must’ve cost him a lot, I can’t imagine what he must’ve felt betraying Marie like that, but I know pain, so I’m helping him. He lives with Mikasa and me now! So we’ll bond a lot. I’m excited.

Anyhow, I’m finally going to that tree. I’ve finally found the strength and I’m going. Mikasa and my brothers are coming with me too. I’m starting anew. Or so I think.

I’m glad you’re moving on your leg more and that they’re starting to accept all of you. I love you, until next time.

Yours truly, Cherry.

P.S. Jean finally wrote to me. It was short, and a year and a half later, but he finally wrote back!

——

That tree, your special tree where a lot of your childhood is rooted, and the reminder of who you were and what happened is planted there too beside Marco’s stone.

The tree is basically in your backyard, you chose to make your home close to it on purpose, but no matter how close you are to it you haven’t been able to find the courage to go visit it until now. And you’re not going alone either, Mikasa and your brothers are going to, so maybe that’s what makes it easier.

“Just up there, that tree there,” you point ahead at the tree you’d never forget any markings of.

Ben and Eric keep walking to it, but you stop and stare at it with hesitation.

“You know, no matter how long I’ve spent up here,” you hear Eric interject. “I can never get over how green everything is.”

“That’s what happens when you live too long behind mothers skirts,” Ben retorts.

“Mother never wore skirts.” Eric quips.

Mikasa lets out a short breathless laugh as she stops by your side. “Do you need time?” She asks.

You pull your eyes away from the tree to look at her. And the moment you lay your eyes on her you feel comfort and the confidence to finish the last stretch.

“No,” you mumble. “We’re basically there. Let’s go, I don't know how long Ben will last with that button-up.” You offer her a tiny smile, and Mikasa glances over at your older brother and scoffs softly as she catches him swatting away bugs flying around him.

You finish walking to your destination and find it a bit easier than you thought, but once you reach the tree, as you see the headstones planted in front of it your breath catches and you feel that agony puncturing your heart all over again.

“This is morbid,” Eric mutters quietly. “It’s kind of freakin’ me out.”

“Shut up,” Ben hisses.

You can’t say that seeing Marco’s headstone brings you so much sorrow that you feel paralyzed because the truth is, you’ve grieved him. He’s been dead for a long time now, so his death isn’t what truly affects your state of mind. Seeing your tombstone, seeing the memories of who you used to be playing around this area is what made coming here worse.

You so badly wanted to come and feel better, feel like you used to, but you’re only reminded of the pain you suffered. All you feel is sorrow and hot tears streaming down your cheeks. That’s why you could never make yourself come up here, but that’s also why you’re here.

The vivid and beautiful colors this world is painted with are slowly coming back to light. You’ve slowly started feeling joy in just hearing the wind howling in your ears. You’re slowly seeing beauty in the ugly once again, and it’s amazing, but you also know that you can’t be who you used to be. That’s why you’re here, that’s why you finally made it to the tree because you can finally let go of your old self.

“This is where I lie,” you break the silence that had built as everyone gave you a moment of silence. “This is where my family buried me after they thought I died, and for so long I tried to deny that the girl I used to be lay here, I tried to fight it and tried to put myself back together, but,” you sniffle. “Here I am. And It’s okay. I’m letting go and starting anew.”

You exhale deeply and feel, or think you feel a weight rise off your chest as you finally make peace with yourself. Sure it’ll still take time to heal from the pain, but it doesn’t hurt as much as you used. Your nightmares are less, and they’ll never go away, but they don’t paralyze you anymore. You accept who you let go of, and accept who you’re slowly becoming. And it wouldn't feel complete without putting flowers down, so you crouch down and leave flowers in front of your tombstone before you place some on Marco’s as well.

“Do you want us to say something too?” Eric asks, causing all eyes to fall on him.

Yet whereas Mikasa and Ben looked annoyed and upset at Eric’s boldness, you laugh and shake your head. “No. This is just a me thing. But I wanted to do something with you guys too.” You look at everyone who came with you before you drift away to the creek's edge.

“The flowers in my hand are for us,” you share and wipe away your tears before you hand everyone a flower. “For example, I’ll go first,” you continue and dip your feet in the waterbed. “Here lies me, my past, my pain, and a soldier.” You drop the flower in the water and watch the current take it away. “Today I welcome a veteran, an underground hero,” you laugh. “A sister, and who I will become down the line in my long future.”

You turn and face your group with a smile. Yet they don’t share that same enthusiasm, so you step away from the water with loud wet footsteps and approach Eric first to pull him to the river.

“Do it. For me,” you plead sweetly.

Eric looks at you and scoffs. “You’re starting your new life with manipulation?”

You shoot him an innocent smile and he holds your gaze for a moment before he steps into the water and throws his flower in the water.

“There goes me, I guess…a son, and a thug…” he trails off and watches the flower float away for a lingering moment.

You don’t stand close so you can’t see his expression, but you can imagine it’s not a happy one. He’s letting go of a life he knew, he’s finally letting go of the only person he had for so long. She was not a good person or a good mother, but it’s all he had and he’s finally accepting that it’s okay to let go.

“And you’re welcoming someone new,” you interject for him. “A brother, a hero, and hope for those in need underground.”

Eric's shoulders fall and he hesitates before he looks back at you with a smile and glossy eyes.

You mirror his gesture and notice Ben walk to Eric’s side to hurl his flower in the water.

“I suppose,” Ben interjects and exhales deeply. “I’m letting go of who I was when the Titans were alive.”

You sigh and watch him walk out of the water bed quickly to return to dry ground, letting Mikasa go next.

Albeit she doesn’t move, she stays where she is and grips onto the flower, making you sigh and hook your arm around hers to comfort her instead of pushing her to do what you wanted. Because unlike Eric and you, letting go isn't as easy. You know her life hasn’t been easy after losing Eren, you see her struggle, and you’ve tried to help her just as much as she’s helped you.

It’s why you let her watch the water drive away the flowers you had dropped instead.

“Ben,” you bring up and slowly look over at your brother. “If you leave, and push us away just know I won’t give you another chance…I’ll leave you behind like I left our mother behind. Understand?”

Ben meets your gaze with slight disbelief as he nods in comprehension.

“Good.” You smile and then look at everyone with you before you grin. “Why don’t we keep going to reach that waterhole before Ben here melts under the sun.” You laugh and Eric soon joins in, causing Ben to sigh.

“What if we race there?!” Eric suggests as he steps out of the water.

You shoot him a pointed look and protest, “no, I’m not running all the way there.”

Eric tilts his head and challenges your gaze. “No? Scared I’ll beat you?”

You scoff and let go of Mikasa's arm to stare him down for a few seconds before you break into a sprint towards the waterhole.

“Hey!” Eric calls out and runs after you, leaving Mikasa and Ben to catch up at a walking pace.

——

*2 YEARS LATER*

Dear Levi,

I don’t like that you’re not returning home. I truly don’t. And yes that’s how I’m starting this damn letter, you old man. WHY COULDN'T YOU COME HOME WITH THE OTHERS? DO YOU WANT ME TO GO OVER THERE?! CAUSE I WILL! I WILL GO ON A BOAT AND GET TO YOU!

Anyway, just so you know, I went to visit Furlan and Isabel, I ranted to them about you. Oh, and I have forgotten to say, my cherry blossom trees bloomed. I wish I could take a picture of how the pink stands out amongst all the green trees that surround my cottage.

Oh and Ducks also live in my pond now! They’ve also hatched their little ducklings, they’re so cute! They shall become friends with my baby chicks.

Anyway, this letter will be short because I’m mad at you.

I love you! I’ll write when the others get here!

Your lovely and favorite child, Cherry.

——

*A FEW WEEKS LATER*

“Okay, okay, how about this pink dress with the matching scarf? Hmm?” You spin around and show off your second outfit to Mikasa. “The scarf can also be around my neck! But I don’t want the wind to hit my head. So around my head, it is,” you continue to ramble to yourself. “With this small white purse?” You lift a small white bag. “Or this one,” you roll out and lift a bigger one that looks identical.

Mikasa sighs and fixes her red scarf as she studies you again, her eyes drifting from bag to bag before meeting your gaze and sharing her thoughts. “He’ll like you regardless, so please just stop changing, and let’s get out before we’re late.”

You snort and laugh nervously before turning to sit down and put on some white heels. “What are you talking about? I’m not doing this to impress Jean,” you brush her off nervously.

“Oh, I was talking about Reiner actually,” Mikasa jokes with a serious face that makes you huff and stand to your feet to face the mirror again.

“Small purse it is,” you decide by yourself before you shift your feet to turn, but stop to fix your necklace and the charm that was all twisted.

“You look desperate,” Mikasa says boldly, making you gasp and cup the charm with an offended look on your face. “He’s still your friend. Not your lover.”

You pout and ignore her to walk away. And the moment you do Eric walks across from you, but stops and backpedals, causing you to look at him with a pointed look. Eric then reaches over and snatches the necklace off your neck.

“You look desperate,” he repeats what Mikasa just said. “Now hurry up we don’t got all day.”

“He’s my best friend!” You argue. “Why can’t I wear it?!”

Eric tosses the necklace to Mikasa who catches it with ease. “Because you’re not dating it’d be weird,” he rebuttals.

He begins to walk towards the door, so you walk to your seat to pick up your cat off your seat and set her down on the floor so she can know to follow after you. “You only say that because you have no friends, you only hang out with me and Mikasa, or Ben all day. Loser,” you snap.

Eric opens the train cart and looks back with a teasing smile. “Only loser here is you.”

You roll your eyes and follow after him with your cat Honey following at your side since she never likes being apart from you.

However, as confident and excited as you felt walking out of the train cart, your nerves to see Jean again after three years makes you slow down your pace, and clench your hands to fists, while you feel your stomach twist and scare off the fluttering butterflies you felt previously. And because you slowed down, unknowingly Mikasa got ahead of you, and knowingly people (men specifically) begin to swarm around you.

First, it was some guy selling Newspapers to the people getting off the boats, the next it was an old florist who saw you hesitate by his stand to admire the flowers.

“Want a sunflower? Freshly picked today.” He walks around the stand and snatches a sunflower to lean it towards you. “No charge. A pretty flower for an even prettier flower.”

He’s flirty big time which is gross, but he is old, and you probably won’t ever see him again, so you smile at him and take the flower he offered. “How did you know sunflowers are my favorite?” You smile and touch your chest as if completely gushed.

“I have an eye for this kinda stuff,” he says cockily.

You giggle and pull out some spare change from your bag whilst you continue to talk to him. “Well, the flower is very beautiful. I wanted to grow some of my own, but they never grew,” you mention with genuine sadness.

The old man points to the sky and props his hand on his stand. “It’s the damn birds. They eat the seeds off the ground I tell ya, try putting a net over it until they bloom.”

You offer him a genuine smile and discreetly leave the coins in the pot for him to find later. “Well,” you say, “that's good advice. Thank you, I’ll try it.” You begin to walk away and he slowly follows behind.

“Come again and maybe I’ll show you what net to use,” he says smugly, making a teasing smile grow on your lips.

“I will think about it,” you say over your shoulder before saying goodbye and continuing down to the dock where Jean and the others were probably already getting off.

Yet as you continue to stride down to the pier you catch a glimpse of Mikasa glaring at you by the gate that leads to the pier.

You offer her a smile and quicken your pace, making your cat's little bell attached to her expensive collar jingle as she tries to keep up. When you reach your cousin she grabs your arm and pulls you with her. “We’re late. They're getting down.”

“So much for waving your scarf at your lovers as they climb down,” Eric teases as he walks back to fall by your side.

“Can you shut up,” you sneer and push him aside.

Eric reacts dramatically and pretends to bump into your other brother, Ben, who is lined up with Historia and the others as they also wait for Peace ambassadors.

“Whoa bro,” Eric laughs at Ben.

Your older brother shoots Eric a side eye and counters with a pinch to Eric’s arm. “Behave.”

Eric snorts and then skips over to catch up to you once again. However, you barely pay any mind to him anymore because now all you can see is Jean first before you can take a look at any of your other friends.

Perhaps it’s because he’s the tallest or not, but he’s the one that caught your eye right away. And right away you noticed the slight change in his appearance.

His hair is brushed back, he no longer tucks his bangs behind his ear. He looks a bit older and seems to be aging gracefully. That suit he wore suits him very well and hugs his biceps extremely well.

Besides that, he looks the same since you saw him last. Except you did think he’d share your smile upon seeing you, he does seem happy to be returning home from what he wrote to you last, but maybe he was just saying that to be nice because his eyes now are widened slightly, and his lips are parted as he watches you approaching him.

Yet you don’t let that affect you, you still beam at him as if nothing happened, as if he hasn’t only sent sporadic letters here and there, and go to embrace Connie.

“Connie!”

Said man hugs you back, making you squeeze him back.

“You’re still strong you know,” he groans.

You laugh and pull back to grab his arms and look at him with admiration. “Look at you,” you point at his hair. “Your hair! You’re not bald!”

Connie grumbles, “I was never bald.”

“It actually looks nice!” You compliment him.

Connie flashes you a smile. “Now that you’re not with Jean would you date me?”

You scrunch your nose and scoff, “no.”

Connie scoffs and looks at you offended, letting you pull back to throw your arms around Pieck since Mikasa is still talking to Armin.

“Hey, you,” Pieck greets warmly.

“I missed you!” You tell her honestly. “We can only write so much on a letter.” You can’t stop smiling and step back to show it off to her.

“You look nice,” she directs at you.

You bow your head. “Thank you.”

“It took her five hours to pick a damn outfit,” Eric cuts in behind you, letting all the attention finally drift to him instead of avoiding him.

“Who are you?” Annie is the only one to ask.

Eric smirks. “Only the most important man of y/n’s life,” he jokes and throws an arm around your shoulders.

You go along with him and look at Jean, noticing that he and Reiner have the same shocked and horrified look on their faces at the mention.

“This is Eric,” you introduce the guy beside you. “My older half-brother.”

Reiner lets out a relieved breath, and Jean laughs nervously.

“Brother.”

“Half brother,” you correct Eric.

Eric pushes you aside now that the act is done but you grab his arm. “Eric, this is my family….Armin,” you point at the blond boy who hasn’t changed that much. “That’s Connie,” you point to the guy next to Armin.

“Sup,” Connie greets with a gentle head rise.

“And that’s—wait!” You exclaim and let Eric go to push past him and Mikasa to reach Ben and grab his hand to yank him out of formation and pull him with you. “This is my other brother, Ben!” You exclaim.

Ben offers them a faint tight tight-lipped smile and a small head nod.

“Ben, this is Armin, Connie, and Jean,” you introduce your best friend once again.

Eric and Ben share a look and slowly Ben’s serious stupor falls, and Eric cuts in. “So this is him, huh?”

Your eyes widen and you snap your head towards your brother.

“Maybe she can finally stop with her obsessive questioning,” Ben plays along.

Eric nudges him and adds, “maybe I should write Jean.”

You frown.

“I wish Jean would write,” Ben adds as he begins to laugh.

“Maybe I should stop altogether,” Eric cuts in and Connie begins to chuckle, causing you to snap your glare at him. He notices and shuts up.

“Shut up,” you hiss and pinch Eric’s arm before you push Ben and twist on your heels to storm away.

“You made her mad,” you hear Mikasa comment nonchalantly.

Without looking back you know your cat is behind you so you just head back to the train and decide to continue reading your book. The others don’t take long to come inside and the first one to find you is your brother.

“It was funny, but I apologize,” Eric interjects.

You raise your book and turn to block his face. “You embarrassed me.”

Eric sighs. “I guess.”

Footsteps approach but you don’t think much of it until you hear Jean’s voice. “Can we talk?”

You lower your book and meet his gaze with a sigh before you nod softly.

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[bellyyearner]

Feedist Kinktober 2024 Day 5: Tea Party

Word Count: 1494

Thankyou to @fatguarddog for the theme list!

College Setting, Stuffing, Weight Gain, Teacher x Student, large feedee x small feeder, GN feedee x femme feeder, implied death feedism at end

Not 100% on the time period but definitely before cars, were talking big cities with horse drawn carriages.

The pompous halls of Brightway Academy are always a sight to behold, high vaulted ceilings adorned with chandeliers descending looking like falling stars as they glistened in the sunlight peering through the stained glass windows. The floor is adorned with complex tile patterns and marble statues in small receded cubbies in the wall. All of this high class beauty was typically filled with a swarm of bourgeois high class individuals, be they students or teachers, their fit bodies strutting the halls as if they owned them.

But for a few of the students, this wasn't the case, the public outcry from the citizens of Brightway about class division had caused the academy to offer scholarships. The things needed to qualify for those scholarships were kept hush hush amongst the dean and her cronies, but regardless the public had accepted this resolution. All the public needed was to see a few individuals from a familiar humble background to accept that class migration was possible.

You were one of 30 that had received the first scholarships and were now in your third and final year, but only a small handful of you were still the same person that had arrived at those academy gates 3 years ago.

Waddling down the long hallway for your bi-weekly meeting with Ms. Yorkstein you already knew exactly how it would play out, your meetings hadn't changed at all in a little over 2 years. It was frustrating to know that your education was different from the rest of the students and the few scholarship recipients that attended normal classes, but still this life was better than the farm you grew up on.

Shuffling step after heavy step towards her office you could hear your footsteps and heavy breathing echo, certainly alerting every classroom and teachers office you passed of your presence. You were on your 6th uniform since arrival and knew you were due for a new one. The white pants with gold trim were stretching at the seams, popping stitches whenever you sat down, your vest was unable to be buttoned without help and the overcoat wasn't long enough to hide your lard ridden gut, causing it to hang out the bottom by multiple inches, the fold at your love handles exposed as well. Mumbling to yourself as you waddled

"huff.. damn it.. how many times.. have I asked... fuckURP... to change the location.. for this..."

Your thighs scrape against each other with each and every step, demanding more and more effort with each passing moment. Belly wobbling as one giant heavy mass, packed full from breakfast and topped off by maids delivering snacks to your quarters before meeting Ms. Yorkstein for lunch.

Once you're within 20 feet of the door Ms. Yorksteins assistant Marie opens the door from the inside, further confirmation of just how loud your struggle has become.

"Ah reader, right on schedule. Leaving early sure does have it's benefits wouldn't you say?"

Still huffing and puffing you waddle right past her without a word, desperate to plop down onto the reinforced couch in Ms. Yorksteins office. Sitting at the table you see her, sipping her tea and taking in your fattened form. She was a tall woman, not that you'd know unless she stood up, most of her height was in her abnormally long legs. You could never get a read on the shape of her body, her full coverage white dress with jade green accents did a great job at hiding her, leaving only her face and hands exposed.

"Reader! It's so good to see you again, I take it you've been well?"

"huff.. yes ma'am..."

"Good.. well, help yourself"

She waved a hand towards the table in front of you, filled to the brim with pastries, confectionaries, and little sandwiches. Knowing you can't leave until she is satisfied you lean forward and grab a few items

"Marie.. be a dear and get some tea for reader here"

Marie does as she's told and starts to fill a cup for you, placing it on the side table within reach as you dutifully swallow the few treats you grabbed, leaning forward to grab more before taking a sip.

After about 10 minutes of the usual small talk and at least 2000 calories in sweets consumed, Ms. Yorkstein set her tea cup down

"Reader, despite your humble beginnings and lack of a formal education I believe that you're perceptive enough to recognize your situation, would you say that's accurate?"

Swallowing the sip from your tea cup and setting it down you reply

"yes ma'am"

"Would you care to inform me of what you think is happening here?"

"well..."

A short pause ensues as you lean forward to grab another pastry, stuffing the whole thing in your mouth and quickly swallowing it before you answer.

"I believe... that not only my size but the size of my friends is intentional... Sure.. a few of us who got scholarships are still thin but... 25 of us growing heavier and heavier week after week.. it's kind of obvious"

Ms. Yorkstein picked up her tea cup for a sip as she pondered your reply

"And why do you think the academy has accommodated all of that?"

Your belly rumbles, churning the sweets atop the rest of the days consumption, causing the exhaustion you feel to weaken your restraint

"...royals have odd tastes?"

Ms. Yorkstein bursts out into a deep belly laugh, spilling her cup of tea as it fell to the floor and shattered, her hands went to her sides as she tried to hold in her bewilderment.

"haHAA... heh, haaa... That was a good one reader, hehe.. ooohhh, well.. I can understand where you got that but no.... Well, yes and no, certainly some royals have odd tastes and hell you might even end up with one but no."

She snaps her fingers and Marie rushes over with a fresh cup of tea, handing it to Ms. Yorkstein, she takes a dignified sip and sets the cup on the table before continuing

"How do you think all of the opulence around you is possible reader? How is it able to be maintained and passed down? How do the empires that are built last across centuries?... You don't let just anyone be involved... Sure the lowly citizens can be mad about their lives all they want, sure they can go on strike, refuse to pay taxes, spread their ideologies of a better and 'more equitable' world.... But if you dangle something in front of their eyes, dangle opportunity for a better life on a fish hook, enough of them will chase it that they forget the power that lies in numbers"

She takes her cup from the table again and drinks what remains, setting it back down to the table

"Grab another pastry reader"

You grab 3, the baffling nature of her explanation distracting you, causing you to grab the amount you actually wanted. She looks pleased

"We take in a couple dozen of you commoners every year, segregate you and domineer you with empty platitudes but tons of attention, some of you get a real education, are treated like real students. But the vast majority of you? You're props... Nothing more, and nothing less. Those promises to your family about you just being oh so busy with school, promises that you'll be employed in another city after graduation and sending gold home to help the family, all of that is just to keep the public complacent. Keep them in the dark. A few commoners getting social mobility is fine, we can control them with ease, that's not an issue. But dozens? Adding up to hundreds in just a few short years? Why the fuck would we allow that?"

It dawns on you just how deep this all goes, at 19 you had expected to only see your family after you had been working for a few years already, after you were established you were gonna return home with riches and move them to a new area, you planned to help out your neighbors. Telling the school that information during the interview process was a terrible decision. You should've been more selfish. Ms. Yorkstein began to speak once more

"And you want to know the best part Reader? I'm not even worried about telling you this, you and I both know you can't walk all the way to the gates, certainly can't walk all the way out of the capital city past the markets into the outskirts. One you don't have the capabilities, and two you're so slow it'd be easy to catch you.... We are only a few weeks from graduation, so now my question to you is, would you like to go the route of 'Royals have odd tastes' or would you rather just keep eating yourself fatter and fatter within the academy walls, we can't feed you forever but we can certainly make your demise come quicker"

[bisexual-thoughtss]

Humphrey Bone x Ghost!Reader

Just a little reader insert into “The Bone Plot”.

TW; suicide (didn’t actually happen, but it was mentioned so I wanted to include the warning), canon typical headless-ness/death

“Which is why the history books echo with the name; Sir Humphrey Bone.”

You cringe, knowing it was coming but unsure of how to answer the questions that were sure to follow.

“Did you know? You’re his wife!” Cap asks accusatorially.

“Yes of course I knew,” you sigh, knowing this is going to bring up a lot that the both of you would rather not remember.

The ghosts begin their search for Humphrey as you amble along behind them. Of course you know where Humphrey is, having just left him in the study when he told you he didn’t want to come to the filming, but you weren’t going to tell them that. Eventually they do find him, and you settle into the chair next to the table his head is on.

“You didn’t tell us you were famous!” Kitty says.

“Am I? Ooh, that’s nice. Am I a painter?” Humphrey plays dumb.

“She means the plot, mate. The Catholic Plot,” Pat huffs.

You watch as they go back and forth about it, frowning as Mary grumbles about his easy death. Certainly isn’t easy to have the memory of the sight burned in your brain. You stroke his hair away from his forehead gently as he goes into telling the story. It’s not long before the ghosts have a million questions.

“Humphrey?” Kitty asks gently when he trails off, lost in thought.

“What is he talking about? Who’s Sophie?” Captain interjects and you frown.

“She was my wife,” Humphrey answers, the other ghosts’ eyes bulging in shock.

“You what?! I thought you were his wife!” Pat exclaims.

“Technically, I was his mistress,” you mumble. You hear a clipped “good lord” from Captain, and Fanny looks a bit faint.

“You never told us that!” Kitty complains.

“It never came up,” you shrug, “and you never asked.”

“But it’s not how it sounds,” Humphrey cuts in when the ghosts all begin to ask questions over each other.

“Sophie was a business arrangement, there were no feelings there. She’s the love of my life, er- afterlife? Both,” he explains, smiling at you fondly.

It really wasn’t at all how it sounds, despite how the documentary makes it seem.

You had known each other since you were young, you; a baker’s child, and Humphrey; noble but only just so. Despite their status, his parents still occasionally sent him to the village on errands which is when he’d met you. Your young romance blossomed between sacks of flour behind the bakery where your clandestine meetings took place. He was dead set on marrying you, not caring what his parents would say, but before he could tell them this, they had arranged a marriage for him, practically set in stone. They’d whisked him off to meet her and marry right away.

You were heartbroken when Humphrey snuck into town the next week and told you the news, but he was undeterred.

“She doesn’t want to be married to me any more than I want to be married to her,” he tells you urgently, willing you to understand.

“It’s just for looks, she has no interest in being with me at all,” he implored.

“What are you saying?” You ask softly, not daring to get your hopes up. He explains his plan to you and honestly you think it just might work.

And it does. Within the week you’re moved into their manor, under the guise of being a new baker in the kitchen.

“Not only were you the mistress, but you had the gall to live in their home?!” Fanny squawks and you roll your eyes.

“It wasn’t like I was intruding on their marriage, Fanny. Humphrey is not a deceitful man, we discussed it with Sophie before I ever even moved in,” you explain curtly, her face scrunching in disbelief as Humphrey goes on to tell them about your arrangement.

The two of you were free to be together within the walls of the house with Sophie in her own side of the manor, which suited her just fine. They kept up appearances in public when need be, and went about their own business at home. This arrangement suited you all for years until Sophie became restless in the house.

Humphrey, ever the gentleman, still looked after Sophie as much as she’d permit (which truly wasn’t much) but he was more than willing to supply her with anything she might want or need. This is how “book club” had started. Sophie held her meetings while the two of you enjoyed your alone time on the other end of the manor. Until one fateful day, that is.

Humphrey had just gone round to grab something out of the chart room after one of the book club meetings when he found the letter. His blood had run cold when he read it, instantly thinking of what it could mean for your lives. The moments after this were pure terror, telling Sophie to run and thinking that you were safe on the other side of the manor. Panicking as the guards were banging on the door.

“Beheaded on the spot for high treason, so heinous was his crime. His mistress committing suicide out of grief at the sight.”

“At least, that’s how-“ Humphrey starts, but gets cut off by the Captain’s salute and the other ghosts murmurs of agreement.

“We should tell Alison,” Kitty says, and the ghosts agree, wondering off to do so. You can’t help but think about how the rest of that night actually went.

You heard the shouting from the other side of the manor, no idea what was going on but a pit forming in your stomach. You ran towards the chart room where Humphrey said he was going, using the back halls to avoid whatever the commotion was. Running into the room through the back door, you find Humphrey panicking.

“What are you doing here? You have to go!” He whisper yells, his eyes full of fear.

“What’s going on?” You ask in a hushed voice.

“There’s no time! You have to hide,” he insists, frantically shoving you into an alcove covered by thick curtains in the corner before running off to his own place to hide. You don’t dare to even breathe when you hear the doors being shoved open and the queen’s guards announcing themselves. They search for what feels like forever, one of them coming so close to you that he nearly touches you with his sword through the curtains before the other one distracts him. You can hear them leave but you still don’t dare move until you hear Humphrey shimmying out of wherever he’d been hidden. You peek out of the curtains, when you see Humphrey halfway out of the fire place. You run to his side, ready to ask him just what the hell is going on.

“God, I love this house,” he laughs, tapping the wall lightly. You barely have time to suck in a gasping breath when you see the swords moving, much less warn him. You would’ve screamed at the sight before you, but your breath was taken away before you could even consider it, the sword swinging right through Humphrey’s neck and piercing you in the abdomen. Your thick layers of corsetry were nothing against the sharp blade sticking into you. With a gasp, you pull yourself away from the sword, blood pouring thick and fast from your wound. You don’t have time to do much of anything before you’re stumbling to the floor. In your last woozy moments lying on the ground, all you can think to do is grab Humphrey’s hand for some sort of final comfort. He’d told you later that he could still see in those final moments, watching helplessly as you collapsed, trying in vain to squeeze your hand in return.

You suppose that this is how you’d come to be Humphrey’s mistress in the history books. You look over at Humphrey and you can only imagine he’s thinking of the same moments, judging by the far off look in his eyes.

“C’mon, love. No use dwelling in the past,” you try to cheer him up, a light hand on his cheek to pull him from the memory.

“D’you reckon we should tell them what really happened?” He wonders as you take him in your arms. You imagine the two of you must make a right pair to the outside eye, a bloody Tudor lady carrying a severed head and whatnot.

“I think they’ve heard enough truth today. Let them think what they want,” you smile playfully, pressing a kiss to his cheek as you walk the both of you towards the sitting room.

[yourstruly410]

END;

genre: angst

pairing: minjae x original character

What happens when things remembered by only two is lost by by the tragic death of one; furthermore, what happens when the other has forgotten? This is a story about the memories that have been lost to the world, and how what once was happy can now be heart shattering.

TW: rape/sa, major character death

The car was flipping, he couldn't help but think this would be the last time he'd ever be with her. looking over he saw her holding her signature smile. Same she wore when was happily spinning, showing off the new dress her mom bought her. The same smile that she proudly showed off whenever he would offer to buy her one of the items she ogled at. The same smile she bore in so many instances, a smile that filled his memories, one he never wanted to forget.

She looked at him, holding the smile steady, and stared into his eyes, eyes that saw her happily jump when he offered her those shoes she couldn't afford. Eyes that watched her graduate, watched her play soccer with her team, watched her cry and trembled. They both shared the memories that needed to be shared by two, the childhood and 20 years worth of the life of two shared in those memories. They were so precious to each other, each holding a portion of the other's life time in their head; a portion that no one else would know.

“I love you Minjae,” she whispered, closed her eyes, and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.

The car hit a tree, then another. The car was slipping down the side of a mountain covered in woods. A realization hit him; she knew she wouldn't make it, that this really would be the last time they saw each other.

He screamed, disbelief sinking in and tears slipping out. “No, no, no, don’t do this,” his words gradually turned to a whisper. His vision became blurry and he wasn't sure if it was because of the tears or if he was losing consciousness.

Nevertheless that would be the last time he saw her, as well as the last time he'd ever remember her.

July 2014

Marie was esthetic, three practice games and she hadn't lost once. Maybe he was being easy on her or maybe he just wasn’t very good at this game. Either way Marie was enjoying herself while reigning in a bigger ego than she already had.

"Loser," she screamed, using her thumb and index finger to form an L over her head. She loved to boast, something about being better than others made her heart beat quicker and she couldn't help but have a smile brighter than 300 hundred stars. It worked out for the both of them because as long as she was smiling he was happy too.

They were 14, getting ready to enter high school the next year; both in their first year together. They had been best friends since they were as little as four, born about a month apart, while their parents were closer than any other friends. They grew up side by side, glued at the hip. Never once had their bond faltered. It was to a point that their parents would joke and say they were soulmates, lifes already written in the stars.

They were quite the pair too:

He was the voice of reason and she was the idiot who didn't listen, but it worked because when she would fall into the pool, or slip on black ice he'd always be there to pick her up and walk her home. That's how they worked, but it wasn't just her that was helped. When ever need be, she'd be there to put a smile on his face and his laugh in the air. She kept him in high spirits no matter what he went through. Its how they had always been.

They may not even know how to survive without the other, only ever knowing what it's like to be together. They only know how to rely on each other, nothing less.

Although they would be separated this next year, Marie had soccer and choir and he had art and philosophy, their interests differed too much for them to be in the same classes so they had long started coping with the information that they'd have to be apart. It's not like they could be glued at the hip literally, so they'd have to deal with having less time to spend together.

Of course most would think it's dramatic but let's not forget they were still children, smaller matters could feel colossal.

November 2015

Today was to be a special day, it was decided, she was to bake a cake without instructions and give it to him for his birthday. Birthdays were never super special to him but she made a point of forcing him to enjoy the day a little more than he enjoyed most days; which wasn't a very hard challenge, scene as she was the one doing it. If she's there he can find it in himself to enjoy the day, missing father or no missing father.

Of course the birthday boy has to be there to watch the creation of his own wonderful masterpiece, so here they were. Marie was caked in batter, flour, eggs, and milk. She was always bad at cleaning up messes and even worse at making them, so he stood there critiquing her and snickering at her mistakes. He had a wet washcloth ready however, knowing full well it will get much messier. Although it wasn't necessary. The cake didn't even end up in the oven, instead he went out and bought a cake at their local bakery and had her decorate it. That however was also a massive failure because as soon as she tried to squeeze some frosting out of the tube, she squeezed too hard and it imploded all over her.

He laughed, because what else should he have expected, it was Marie doing the backing and the decorating after all.

He was not about to let her sit there pouting though, so he reached his finger to her cheek and whipped some stray icing onto his finger before plopping it in his mouth and humming at the flavor. Cream cheese, not his favorite but he can stand it to make her happy.

Meanwhile she stood frozen, heart beating a mile a minute as she pondered on why her brain just went static and what this feeling was. She’d never once had this feeling in their years of knowing each other. She guessed he just never pulled such a stunt and moved on.

January 2016

Why did it sting when she should be happy, it's a big deal for him. First girlfriend and all. He's never had very much luck with girls, it's a good thing and an accomplishment. But why cant she be happy for him, why does it feel this way? Especially right now, his first girlfriend sitting right in front of her. Why did she want to slap that sweet sweet smile off her face?

She hadn't done anything wrong and yet here Marie was, wanting nothing more than to scare the girl away.

Why did it feel so wrong?

The girl had long brown hair and bright blue eyes, her aquatic eyes made Marie feel like her own wild brown eyes were nothing but dirt. The hair, styled into a french braid, made her suddenly conscious of her own hair, thrown messily in a bun with fraying ends.

She was wearing a light blue skirt with a crochet top, much more impressive than Maries jean shorts and graphic tee.

Everything about this girl made Marie feel inferior, but it's not like she intended it. The girl was just living her life, trying her best. It was Marie that was irresponsible.

March 2016

Their first invite to a party happened in march, and the party was that weekend. She had been waiting for a party invite for months, she couldn't wait for the true high school experience. However he took some convincing, after hours of begging she finally convinced him to go and forced him into some presentable clothes. As for her outfit, she wore ripped jean shorts and a short crop top with Mufasa on it, nothing special. She wanted to be able to move in it.

When they got there they didn't end up sticking very close, Marie getting lost in the crowd. While separated, a boy who looked about 16 approached her and started up small talk, he handed her a drink and urged her to chug it. With her guard completely down she chugged and chugged and as a result most of that night is a blur.

All she really remembers is being dragged to a bedroom and thrown on the bed as the boy started to undress, while intoxicated she tried to leave but nearly collapsed as she stood up.

the boy hushed her, "you don't want them to know that you're about to lose your virginity do you, slut?"

What she remembers the most was her emotions as he approached her, first it was disgust, then confusion, then terror, and as he reached her she felt pain as he grabbed her hair and her arm and roughly brought her to the bed. He started trying to restrain her, her hands above her head as he fastened his belt around them, then he held her legs, only able to hold one as he reached for her underwear, she kicked and kicked. Unable to achieve anything with her distorted senses. As her underwear started to slide she squeezed her eyes shut trying to bat away the tears, "you've gotta show strength," she had thought to herself.

However not long after, when she was expecting hands on her body instead she heard screech and a thwack. She looked up and saw a girl clutching her purse as she stared furiously at the boy that was now on the ground. Immediately she got up and booked it for the door, that's when he showed up, a panicked look appeared as soon as he saw her. He grabbed her wrist and dragged her out of the house, away from the chaos and didn't stop walking until they reached her house.

Then he spoke up. "Are you okay to be alone?"

As caring as ever, it both made her feel safe and made her want to sob, and so she did, right into his chest as she begged him to wait for her parents to get home.

July 2016

It had been a couple months since the incident and he hasn't let her be alone for a second besides a couple minutes every now and then. She felt thankful and safe with him there, but his girlfriend wasn't too happy and broke it off saying he wasn't committed. Which made her feel guilty even though he assured her time and time again that it would've happened eventually. She still felt conflicted, somehow she was happy that they broke up but she knew it wasn't right of her and she still didn't understand why.

"Wanna watch a movie in the living room tonight?" he asked.

"hell yeah" she replied, almost instantly.

And so a movie they watched, Marmeduke to be specific. One of them was crying and the other was wondering why she was crying.

“It's an emotional movie okay?” she had said in response to the judgemental look displayed on his face.

Movie nights where most nights recently, she didn't particularly enjoy the thought of being home alone, and he realized that and offered movies on the days he knew her parents would be home late. That doesn't mean she wouldn't end up alone every once in a while with either her parents coming home to the sound of her thrashing breaths and her cheeks covered with tears, or him showing up and finding her struggling to breath while sitting on the couch.

It was a difficult time for everyone involved, eventually her parents decided to enroll her in some therapy, hoping for the best for their daughter. It did help some, she was able to be alone for a couple hours without panicking and she no longer felt the need to cry every time she thought about it. However that doesn't mean her trauma will go away, the therapist had informed her parents that she will most likely have issues trusting men and won't fare well alone with a man.

Her parents followed every instruction they were given, and were there for their daughter every step of the way, they were also very thankful to Minjae for being there when they couldn't.

July 2017

They were now in their junior year, it had been over a year since that incident and Marie had gotten much better. She would have the occasional panic attack and every once in a while she'd wake up sweaty from a nightmare, but overall she improved and was back to being almost as happy as she used to be. The movie nights had become a habit however, they would have them on Wednesdays, Fridays, and Sundays. Today was one of those days, snuggled into a pile under one blanket watching Reck-It-Ralf. Commentary was thrown in here and there but there were also moments where they both just laid in silence, eyes wide as the plot thickens.

Once it was over they indulge in discussion,

“Okay but imagine how heartbroken she must've been, her wedding day of all days.” was Maries commentary.

“But she went kind of batshit crazy and fell for the mini hammer wielding guy later,” he interjected, and on goes the banter, fighting over whether or not you should like the character.

Many nights were spent in a similar fashion, but every once in a while he would take her to her favorite cafe and treat her to whatever she wanted. He started to treat her how he felt about her, trying to move their relationship out of the friendzone as discreetly as possible. Eventually she caught on and dumly commented, something along the lines of ‘are you my boyfriend now’ and he couldn't help but respond with a simple question, “would that be so bad,” making the encounter a memorable moment. Marie finally understood all the confusing emotions.

That was the first day they became more. The rest of her life would be spent happily with him, she loved him beyond the confines of the universe.

They made memories together, and stored them in their brains, left to be reminisced upon memory.

December 2018

2018 had been a busy year for the both of them, buying cars, graduating, moving out. They were in an apartment building, they had adopted a puppy and set their sights on raising it together. He wanted to take her on a vacation though, he wanted to show Marie the world and learn all kinds of things with her by his side. They were set to leave the next month. They were going to go to Paris first, they'd spend a week in every country they visited and come back in a month to two months. He had been saving up since he first got a job so he could go on this trip. They'd make so many memories and fill their heads with so much joy. He felt overly optimistic about this trip.

They set off in January of 2019, paris was beautiful and they learned lots of words from locals, next stop was england, they had known some people and stayed with them, visiting beaches and going to amusement parks, and water parks. Marie enjoyed the water park more than anything else, she loved to push him in and splash water all over his hair. They then went to Japan, they decided to stay in a love motel as a joke, they visited the hachiko statue and roamed around all sorts of cities in Japan. After Japan they went to South Korea, visiting all the cafes that were trending, staying in a hotel in the center of seoul.

they spent 2 months going to as many places they could, their final stop was chile before they flew back home to the states, however on the way home from the airport(having paid to leave their car there for this trip) they would encounter their last memory together, and loose their precious time all too fast.

May 2019

He awoke to silence, not eerie but not peaceful, a silence that wasn't the voice of any feeling or emotions, a white wall, a bright light, a monitor. His heartbeat began to pick up and the silence was interrupted by a beeping, and he slowly began to hear his own breath.

His breathing was erratic and uncontrollable, panic began to set in as he wandered, where was he?

“Minjae? Sir?” a voice started to filter through, he thrashed his head in search of the sorce. Finding a petite woman looking at him with emance concern, as other men and woman filled into the room, all dressed in blue from head to toe.

“Where am I?” he panicked, “Whos Minjae?”

the lady froze, “Sir can you tell me what you last remember eating?”

“What do you mean I,” he stared, but quickly realized he didn't know, “I don't remember.”

The lady quickly ushered the others out of the room and closed the door, hesitating to speak, “Sir,” she began, circling her pointer fingers around each other , “your name is Kim Minjae, you were in an accident a week ago and only just now gained consciousness, do you remember anything from the week before the accident?”

and that was how he found out where he was, a hospital, he also found out he remembered nothing of his life. Every memory erased, unknown whether he will ever get them back.

June 2019

He started his physical recovery that week, and was quickly able to return home, however he had to attend weekly therapy sessions in hopes of unlocking his hidden memories, in the meantime his family showed his pictures and videos of what a great time he had, trying so desperately to get him to remember them.

one day the end of June he ran into someone that looked familiar, so tried to speak to them but the man glared a dagger into his soul and muttered to his partner, a fragile looking woman.

“how could he not keep her safe?” he had muttered, and that statement went straight to his head.

Has he failed someone? Did he hurt someone? Who is the ‘she’ referenced? Was he a bag guy?

July 2019

Every once in a while Minjae had this aching feeling, like something was missing from him. It was almost like a part of him had been ripped out and replaced with dirty towels, he wonders if this feeling was why he couldn't remember anything; doctors had cleared him from any internal or external injuries that would cause amnesia, eventually deciding it was Dissociative Amnesia. This is a PTSD response to a traumatic event, aka his car crash. Altho he didn't understand why it was everything rather than just the crash, some pieces don't fit. Like how he was told he was alone in the car, but has a slight memory, more so a feeling, that there was someone else.

Soon Minjae started having nightmares, waking dreams where he couldnt remember what had happened; only the feeling of dread and terror coursing through his body. He’d wake with tears streaming down his face, unable to breath, as if he had forgotten that too. Sometimes the dreams made him scream in his sleep, and sometimes they made him scratch him self while thrashing.

August 2019

The dreams started to change, he started to see a girl, maybe 14, clad in a purple soccer uniform. She would yell something out to him that he couldn't hear, sounding like his head was under water, and then hes wake up. For some reason when he had this dream he woke with tear stains on his cheeks but a slightly happy feeling spread throughout his body. He felt like the universe was telling him to find this girl, that he was meant to know her.

September 2019

His dreams would now alternate. One night he would see a vision from the crash, a tree coming straight for him only to be stopped by the metal roofing of the car, and the next he’d see the girl clad in purple and kicking her soccer ball.

As the year passed his memories became clearer, he now remembered his mothers last birthday, and the meaning behind his dogs name, though he couldn't figure out who that girl in purple was. Whenever he asked his family they would brush him off and tell him she was no one they knew anymore.

October 2020

It had been over a year since the accident and most of his memories had slowly returned, he still yearned to know what happened in the accident and had yet to find out who the soccer girl was, although he refused to give up. The feeling he had every time he was blessed with a dream about her told him she was important, he wanted to be able to hold that feeling in his hands and hug it close. It was only time he felt so happy, able to forget about all the forgottens, and only think about that memorable feeling. It was as if he got lost in a flower field every time he awoke from the dream.

November 2020

He had finally stopped having dreams of the crash, instead he started having more dreams of the soccer girl, this time she look more around 16 or 17, she was curled into a blanket with a bowl of popcorn. Minjae would awake with the urge to argue, like he wanted to get a reaction out of her. He’d giggle at the little feelings that fluttered through him in the dreams.

December 2020

He was sitting in a terminal, waiting on someone, he wasn't sure who quite yet. Then she walked out from the corner and her name flew out of his mouth like instinct.

“Marie! did you forget which gate we are at,” he chuckled, watching as she rolled her eyes.

as she was formulating a response she thrusted the ice cream she had just bought into his hands, “Maybe I got distracted by some airport hottie.”

“a gasp, how could you when I’m right here.”

this playful banter continued as they walked to their seats to wait for the plane.

He had flown into a conversation so easily, smiling at her everytime she fumbled with her bag or dropped a crumb and scrambled to pick it up.

Not before long their plane was ready to go and they boarded it, sitting side by side as Marie stuffed one of her earbuds into his right ear, clicking play on their joint playlist.

Their flight was quiet and peaceful, both falling asleep only minutes into the fight. Eventually being awoken by slight turbulence.

They got off the plane and headed for baggage, then went straight to the parking, shoving all their luggage into the trunk.

Marie got into the drivers side and started the car as Minjae hopped onto the bluetooth and set up instructions to home, playing that very same playlist from the flight.

as they were driving Minjae’s stomach started to sink, and his throat started to throb, then it happened.

a truck came flying out into their lane, Marie swerved to miss it but only sent the car tumbling down the side of the mountain, hitting tree after tree. She noticed she had started to bleed, and realized her side had already been pushed far enough to snag her leg, she knew itd be worse by the time it stopped tumbling, so she turned to Minjae and smiled. She wanted the last thing he ever heard from her to be the three words that made her heart melt even after all these years.

“I love you, minjae.”

A sob ripped from Minjae’s throat as he flew from his bed, his throat screaming at him as his hands flew to his head and he started scratching and tearing at it, blood slipping into his fingernails. His heart beat out of his chest and his breath stopped as he started to hear his own screaming, suddenly realizing why his throat hurt so bad. He now heard the banging and sobbing at his bedroom door, having accidentally left it locked.

His father finally broke the door as Minjae peered at them in a mix of anger, betrayal, and desperation. He hoped so hard that it had just been a mere dream, that he had not actually watched the love of his life die, that he hadn't actually forgotten all their shared moments, that the aching in his chest would soon end as his soulmate walked through the door. But none of that closure came to him as his father started at him grimly and his mother ran to his side engulfing him in a hug, repeating the phrase “I’m sorry” over and over.

Remembering was the worst thing he ever did. The pain that he had felt before had tripled, and there was now an added ping of guilt, why had he survived and she didn’t? could he not switch her place, give her the life she so deserved, trade his for hers?

He never fully recovered after remembering, his friends try so very hard to help him find a spark of joy, but he never bites.

He wishes he never remembered, he wants to bury all the memories again; and he tries so hard to make it happen.

He stuffs his mouth with medicine, he throws his head against the concrete, he tries every method he could think of to forget again. In the end he had to go to a hospital, to prevent him from hurting himself.

Thats what the pain of his memory did to him.

[cain-sawyer-son-of-the-saw]

I Lack Sleep, Here's Some OC Writing PART 1

Themes: Bubba Sawyer x Rosette (Cain's mother, my self-insert OC), Bubba and Rosette as parents, How Rosette met Bubba and fell in love, Cain and Anne-Marie Sawyer having adventures around the farm and involving other Sawyers

Tags/Warnings: S/O, male x female, fluff, 18+ (I'll separate the 18+ from the fluff), pregnancy, pregnancy kink, baby, babies, gore, cannibalism, stockholme syndrome, child, children, rough events (for example, abuse)

A BRIEF ABOUT MY OCs:

Rosette Sawyer, born Rosette Whitman in 1947, was born into a fairly rich, well-to-do family.

Having been kept fairly cooped up most of her life and being told what to do and what not to do in social situations by her parents really got on her nerves. She made it a point to make friends with people who were "weird" and "different" initially just to upset her family but soon realized that such people really made life more interesting.

Rosette would also frequently sneak out on road trips with her friends, against her parents' wishes. This is why she knows how to refill gas, replace oil and change a tire. Unfortunately, it is also why she knows how to wield seemingly everyday objects as weapons- she had to know how to defend herself if her friends ever temporarily had to leave her all alone.

Rosette was cursed by a Voodoo Priestess while on a trip with her friends to see an artifact museum located in New Orleans, Louisiana. For being in the wrong place at the wrong time, Rosette can now never bleed out and whatever is cut off will grow back. The only way to escape the curse is death- either by removal of or ceasing the functions of either the heart or the brain.

Rosette prefers to wear "country" themed outfits that show a lot of skin because it's often very hot down in the South. Quarter sleeves, rolled sleeves or no sleeves are for her and she does not mind showing her stomach either. She will wear pants but prefers shorts and skirts. Also, she is never without her cowgirl hat and boots.

Cain Sawyer, born some time in 1974, is the son and first born child of Rosette and Bubba Sawyer.

Cain is either very quiet or very verbal, depending on what view of him someone chooses to focus on.

Cain's mastery of the spoken English language is not very high-level. He has difficulty with matching words to the physical world around him, so if he does speak, the listener has to be very patient to hear him out correctly.

Cain much prefers to communicate via random, almost animalistic sounds and gestures, similarly to Bubba, because for the first few years of his life, Bubba had to spend the most time with him due to Drayton refusing to let Rosette officially join the family for so long.

Cain's best friend in my horror crossover AU (Texas Chainsaw x IT x Coraline) is Christopher Gray. Cain enjoys Chris' seemingly random, high-energy chaos and appreciates having someone around that can and will speak up for him.

Cain is very protective of his little sister, Anne-Marie Sawyer. He's a tall kid and he's not afraid to use that to his advantage to chase someone who has hurt her away.

Cain also loves to dress up just like his daddy but is afraid to let uncles Nubbins and Chop-Top catch him in drag so he usually waits for Anne to tell him she wants to play tea party and jumps at the chance.

Cain LOVES animals. Like, he doesn't even have the concept in his head that some of them can possibly kill him. He is a simple kid- he sees an animal, it is now his new best friend forever. Of course, this means Cain really loves chores around the farm that involve animals, too!

Cain is that kid who WOULD have been a mama's boy but since he didn't have a lot of time with his mama when he was small, he's 100% daddy's boy.

Cain's favorite comforts when he's small are climbing all over dad, grabbing handfuls of dad's hair and inhaling the smell and also sitting on his dad's shoulders. If he can't find his dad, he'll go find his mom and get her to hold him for a while. His comforts with his mom involve her either singing to him or reading him stories.

Cain is not a very good reader- he can probably only read basic baby board book words by himself- but he loves to look at picture books and have someone read them to him.

On weekends, Cain loves to get Uncle Chop-Top to turn on the radio or put on some records so they can jam out in the living room.

Cain's favorite pastime though is probably anything where he can use a hammer or a tenderizer. After an incident occurred where he learned he could throw a tenderizer hard enough to knock someone out in order to save himself and his dad from an attack, Bubba, Drayton, Nubbins and Chop-Top all realized he could be the next family butcher, just like his dad. So they started training him to use hammers/tenderizers fairly early on- Bubba and Nubbins would often try to show him better techniques and Drayton and Chop-Top would try to show him and teach him about different kinds of hammers and tenderizers and their "stats".

Cain also has knowledge of some things that most children should not. Namely: Firearms, arsony, larceny, defacement and a general understanding of terms and phrases that aren't meant for his age level. This is because Nubbins and Chop-Top make terrible babysitters and Christopher Gray, who looks 10 in human years but is actually 20 years old, has too much chaotic adult knowledge.

That said, Cain is generally well behaved and does what he's told but will fall to any one of those things if Chris eggs him on for any reason. In fact, Chris will HELP HIM light sticks of dynamite or paint the phrase "f*ck you" on the side of the barn in efforts to upset Drayton and mess up Pennywise.

Cain generally wears a semi-loose formal buttoned and collared work shirt, dark slacks, black boots and dark suspenders. He might occasionally add a tie to be like his dad.

Anne-Marie Sawyer, born in 1978, is the second child and first daughter of Rosette and Bubba Sawyer.

Anne's best friend is Christopher's twin sister, Jennifer Gray.

Rosette had recently been allowed to officially join the Sawyer household when Anne was born, so Anne never knew a day without her mom. She's 100% a mama's girl.

Anne-Marie is very much the "pampered princess" type. Lay one wrong finger on her and both her big brother and their dad will be on the scene in a heartbeat, weapons out.

Anne-Marie's style is also very "princess", as she loves to dress up a lot. Puffy sleeves and long, semi-decadent gowns, sometimes with glitter even and bows, are her favorite. If a princess dress isn't available, she's perfectly happy to settle for an old gingham gown as well. Anne will accept Mary Janes for footwear but largely prefers cowgirl boots, even with her princess dresses.

Anne loves to play "tea party" with her dolls and get dressed up and she's aware that Cain is into it too, so she will often talk him into playing with her- she will even help him get dressed up and do his makeup for him. She will also often get Bubba to join them and if he will let her, which he often does, she will do his makeup, too. In fact, Anne and Bubba will do each other's hair and makeup and if Cain wants, Bubba will fix him up, too.

Anne-Marie also loves to make things out of found objects. Especially bones. She will often sit down with Bubba or Nubbins and work on trinkets, carvings, jewelry, decor, you name it- out of bones and various body parts. Her favorite though is dolls and stuffed animals. Most of her dolls and stuffed animals were either made by her, Bubba or Nubbins or sometimes all together or in teams. Her favorite doll though was something she found already made by the side of the road- an old, discarded Raggedy Ann.

When Anne needs comfort from her parents, she's less a climber and more of a hugger. She loves to snuggle into her dad while he's holding her or into her mom's chest while being held. If parents aren't available, Cain will hold her and calm her down. Anne also likes to be sung or hummed to, which again, if parents aren't around to do it, Cain will try. She doesn't mind being read to either but really prefers stories a bit more when she's feeling better.

PART II COMING SOON

[seekerreads]

also my first tag game on bookblr!!! mwah @paperbaacks for tagging me so i could participate!!

Amaryllis (pride) — What’s a book you don’t ever plan on reading, no matter how many times it gets recommended to you?

i would honestly say anything by SJM, but if i had to get specific i would say her Throne of Glass series. i don't particularly care for competition arcs for one and i've heard a LOT of plagiarism accusations for that specific series so just yeah. no.

Anemone (death) — What’s a book that got you into a “reading slump”?

Mad Ship by Robin Hobb. i go into more detail on it here in my rant review, but basically i had very high hopes for the rest of this series after the Farseer Trilogy and this book ruined the entire series for me. it threw me off of reading for SEVERAL days to the point that i had to reread the first book of my favorite series just to set myself right again so i could continue reading new books.

Azalea (renewal) — Name a book that got you out of a “reading slump”.

it wasn't a five-star, but The Kiss of Deception by Mary E. Pearson was SO fun it definitely yanked me out of my funk at the time. i have a special spot in my heart for innkeeping in fantasy books and that was a big plot point in this book, and beyond that i just really enjoyed the characters and story.

Begonia (beware) — What’s a book you would never recommend?

The Grace Year by Kim Liggett. the ONLY book i have logged that is lower than a 2 star, which is a lot because i'm not shy to dnf when i'm not having a good time and i actually rated the only SJM i've ever read HIGHER than that and she is my literary ENEMY. i'll link my longer review here (full of spoilers, be warned) if anyone wants to read but to sum it up: this book says it's a feminist book. it is the FARTHEST thing from it. do not waste your time.

Calla (beauty) — What’s your favorite book cover?

i don't have a favorite in the sense that i have an answer immediately when someone asks, but here are a few of my loved ones:

Carnation (love) — What’s the book that made you fall in love with reading?

definitely not the first book series i EVER read by a long shot, i enjoyed reading before then, but i think the Selection series was what really cemented reading as a lifelong love for me. are they particularly good? no! will i reread them...ever? probably not!! but until then my experience with reading was only kid series like HP and Percy Jackson and then school-assigned books. and while HP and PJ were good, those were the first books that i read that were centered toward a more mature audience and they were more...just more. I remember reading them and thinking "i didn't know books could be like THIS." and the rest was history lol

Chrysanthemum (friendship) — Name a book that depicts your favorite friendship.

it's gotta be Iona Iverson's Rules for Commuting by Clare Pooley. the whole book is centered on unexpected friendships between people who pretty much have nothing in common except that they share the same train in the morning but i was CRYING by the end. the way these people from all walks of life grow to care for each other over time had me sooooo weepy.

Daffodil (hope and rebirth) — What’s a book you turn to when you need comfort?

Red, White and Royal Blue by Casey McQuiston. when im down i just need a beautiful depiction of queer love with stakes low enough that i wasn't worried about a bad ending but high enough that i was kept engaged, and a guaranteed happily ever after that always hits perfectly.

Daisy (innocence and purity) — What was your favorite book as a child?

HP or Percy Jackson, i truly can't remember. i also had a very intense Maximum Ride phase for a minute (if you don't recognize that name, do me a favor and stay curious it is NOT good) but it wasn't a favorite, i never ended up rereading it.

Dandelion (resilience and strength) — Name one banned book that you read and enjoyed.

The Poet X by Elizabeth Acevedo. beautiful prose and explores very hard-hitting topics.

Eryngium (admiration) — Who is your favorite author?

Rosaria Munda wrote my favorite series of all time and has not yet blessed me with any new works unfortunately.

Forget-me-not (true love and remembrance) — What’s a book you have always loved?

The Shadow and Bone Trilogy. I love the Six of Crows duology more but this was the first love for me and it holds a special place in my heart to this day.

Forsythia (anticipation) — Name a new book release that you are most looking forward to.

Emberclaw by L.R. Lam. absolutely LOVED Dragonfall and i can't wait to see where else this story goes. expected on March 4th, 2025!!

Gardenia (secret love) — What is a book that’s your guilty pleasure?

The Orc Prince Trilogy by Lionel Hart. just some feel-good M/M romance in a fantasy world with just enough plot to keep me engaged when the main characters aren't uh...enjoying their new arranged marriage 😂

Gloxinia (love at first sight) — Name a book you read just because you liked the cover.

The Winter Duke by Claire Eliza Bartlett. i liked the book itself too and the plot did interest me but i loveee the aesthetic of the cover and i'm not shy to say that it swayed me the most.

Pink Larkspur (fickleness) — Name a book that you have mixed feelings about.

House of Hunger by Alexis Henderson. i think the atmosphere is absolutely GORGEOUS and the world is so lush and addicting. the characters less so but i still liked them well enough. i liked the book overall, i just think everything wrapped up too quickly and we should've spent more time on...pretty much everything? it could've benefitted for 50, maybe 100 more pages.

Red Tulip (eternal love) — Name a book that you will never stop recommending.

ANXIOUS PEOPLE BY FREDRIK BACKMAN. when i tell this book takes you across the FULL GAMBIT OF HUMAN EMOTION. i was laughing my stomach sore in one paragraph and then on the next page i was SOBBING. it's one of those books that really touches the human spirit, showing you so many perspectives and making them all so fucking meaningful and reminding you that we're all human and we're all stumbling around and trying to do our best and UGH. i loved it so much. read it if you want a truly cathartic cry and to feel some renewal in your motivation for life.

tagging @unholytrees and anyone else who wants to do it!!

Here's me doing my own tag game.

Amaryllis (pride) — What’s a book you don’t ever plan on reading, no matter how many times it gets recommended to you?

IT by Stephen King. I've liked some of Stephen King's books before, but this one is way too long for me and I'm not even that interested in the plot.

Anemone (death) — What’s a book that got you into a “reading slump”?

Voyage of the Damned by Frances White. I just did not like the style of humor, plus there were certain elements about the worldbuilding that felt out of place to me (it was the hot dogs and finger guns that did me in).

Azalea (renewal) — Name a book that got you out of a “reading slump”.

Alice in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll. It was fun, short, and easy to read, which made it the perfect book to encourage me to get into reading again.

Begonia (beware) — What’s a book you would never recommend? 

A Certain Hunger by Chelsea G. Summers. Sorry, not sorry.

Calla (beauty) — What’s your favorite book cover?

It's always hard for me to choose a favorite anything, but I really like the cover for Grady Hendrix's My Best Friend's Exorcism. It's made to look like a VHS tape cover, which I love.

Carnation (love) — What’s the book that made you fall in love with reading?

I think it might have been the Junie B. Jones books. I just remember reading those a lot. They were special to me because they're some of the first books I read once I learned how to speak and read in English.

Chrysanthemum (friendship) — Name a book that depicts your favorite friendship.

I wouldn't say it's my favorite friendship, but I really love the friendship dynamics between Holmes and Watson from the Sherlock Holmes stories.

Daffodil (hope and rebirth) — What’s a book you turn to when you need comfort?

The Peculiar Children books, specifically A Map of Days; I have a lot of good childhood memories associated with those books.

Daisy (innocence and purity) — What was your favorite book as a child?

I don't remember the name of the books, but it was a series of books about a mouse detective (he wears green) who solves...mysteries. The book that I remember most vividly was involved a goth mouse family (who I'm pretty sure were supposed to be the mice version of the Addams Family) and the goth mouse parents had a baby that they named Baby. Yeah. I adored those books.

Dandelion (resilience and strength) — Name one banned book that you read and enjoyed.

Sula by Toni Morrison.

Eryngium (admiration) — Who is your favorite author?

Agatha Christie for two reasons. The first reason is that she's the author whose works I've read the most of. The second reason is that I mostly read her books when I was in middle school, so she's a bit nostalgic to me.

Forget-me-not (true love and remembrance) — What’s a book you have always loved?

This was the hardest question for me. Anyway, The Little Mermaid by Hans Christian Andersen.

Forsythia (anticipation) — Name a new book release that you are most looking forward to.

Don't have one :/ all of the new releases I was looking forward to already came out this year.

Gardenia (secret love) — What is a book that’s your guilty pleasure?

Don't have one. Yet.

Gloxinia (love at first sight) — Name a book you read just because you liked the cover.

Someone You Can Build a Nest In by John Wiswell.

Pink Larkspur (fickleness) — Name a book that you have mixed feelings about.

Misery by Stephen King. I'm always going back and forth on whether or not I enjoyed this one. I liked the build-up, sure, but the ending felt like it dragged on. One thing I don't have mixed feelings about regarding this book is that the movie was better.

Red Tulip (eternal love) — Name a book that you will never stop recommending.

...I don't have one yet lol. Maybe Sula by Toni Morrison.

Anyway, I'm tagging @lexreadsdiversely @books-and-strawberry-tea and anyone else who wants to participate.

[1-800-papaya]

Not so Southern

Jay Halstead x Baker!Cordelia Micheals Warnings: Mentions of Death and loss of parent

A Letter. A deathbed confession. It wasn’t something Cordelia had ever expected a mere month after the death of her mother. She’d barely returned to Chicago after the funeral, barely returned to the cafe; she’d barely returned to Jay.

The open letter lay still on the table of the couple’s home. Cordelia sat frozen, her eyes locked on the carefully written words floating in a river of unanswered questions in her mind. Her mother truly knew she had to leave an impression. But could she call the woman who had raised her her mother? Was it right to attach that title to a woman who had kept a life-altering secret from her? It was sitting at the table, her mind reeling that her newly minted husband found her later that afternoon.

Jay groaned as he dragged his tired body. The day didn’t seem to end, and a tough case was always twisting and evolving into something ugly and demented. When, Voight had finally allowed his detectives to leave and gather their strength, Jay had all but leapt from his desk and rushed out of the district. Though his partner’s tired, teasing smiles didn’t escape his eyes. The routine that had developed over the last two years wasn’t something Jay enjoyed breaking, but the light and warmth he longed for was not dusted in powder sugar or smeared in chocolate behind a counter.

The small two-story home’s door never felt so heavy as when the day dragged on like an endless tunnel. Jay could tell straight away that something was wrong. The house was cold and still. The only movement was Luna slinking to greet him. While Jay loved Cordelia’s two furballs, Milo grated Jay’s last nerve most days; Luna and her subdued personality were more his speed. There was no warm feeling that filled each visitor; no delicious gooey chocolate smell filled the air.

“Hi Lu, do you know what’s going on? Hmm, Sunshine?” no response. Jay’s nerves grew. He knew she was home; her precious bronco was sitting in the driveway. Jay wondered aimlessly through the house before finding his loving wife sitting still like a stone statue.

“Delia, love”, Jay’s voice was soft as he gently approached the young woman. Kneeling beside her, Jay watched as she turned slowly, and his concern grew when he noticed the rivers of silent tears that were running steadily down her cheeks. “What’s wrong”

Cordelia didn’t trust her voice. Everything in her life felt like it was betraying her like it was wrong. Silently her shaking hand reached for the letter, a piece of paper that felt as heavy as concrete. She didn’t trust her wobbling voice to convey the news her ‘mother’ was telling her from beyond the grave. She looked away as reality started to sink in and her sobs became audible, breaking her husbands heart as he read his late mother-in-laws words.

Dear Cordelia, I know now that my days are numbered, and I can feel life leaving me as my strength drains more each day. As such, I have a secret, my dear, that I feel I need to tell you now. It is a secret I once told myself I would’ve told you by now, but I just couldn’t bring myself to do so. This is much harder than I thought. I hope you will forgive me for keeping such information from you, dear. You are adopted. Your father and I loved each other but could not have children. When we saw your little face, we fell in love. The orphanage was overrun and loud, yet you were sound content…so peaceful. Now, I know this is quite shocking, and we may never be given the opportunity to talk, given my health. But I want you to continue to be yourself, darling. Do not let this change you. I saw how happy you are with Jay. Mary has shown me a lot of photos you sent of your wedding. I know you may have questions, so I have spent my recent spike in free time doing the work for you. Your original birth certificate will be sent alongside this letter. I do hope we see each other again before I leave, but if we do not, please do not linger too much on this information. You have quite a life ahead of you with Jay, live it, if not for me dear, but for yourself. Love Mum

Jay instinctively reached for the other piece of paper sitting neatly on the table—a birth certificate—an Illinois birth certificate. His eyes scanned the document. Shock filled his very being when he fully registered the names written in the father and mother of child boxes. Camille and Hank Voight. His wife was the daughter of his boss. Within seconds, his eyes flickered up, and his body moved quicker than his thoughts. Wrapping his arms loving and tightly around Cordelia, Jay offered comfort and affection that she accepted without hesitation.

“I still love you, Sunshine”, Jay mumbled into his wife of barely two months’ hair. Cordelia didn’t say a word, not that Jay needed a response. The house stayed still and silent for most of the night; Cordelia became numb and motionless as Jay moved about and eventually carried her to their bed, reassuring her that nothing between them had changed.

[xqueenofscots]

The news was kept from Mary for over two weeks, until 28 June, at which point, understandably, she fell into a severe depression. The news was broken to her by her uncle Charles, Cardinal of Lorraine, who had also been the brother of the dead queen regent, and 'she [Mary] passed from one agony to another.' The Venetian ambassador wrote to the doge, 'Your serenity may imagine the regret of these Guise lords, her majesty's brothers, as also of the most Christian Queen who lover her mother incredibly, and much more than daughters usually love their mothers.

Roderick Graham, The Life of Mary Queen of Scots, An Accidental Tragedy. 

@regentofscots

and... “ After Mary’s own death one of her most prized possessions was found to be a miniature of her mother.”

[strangerquinns]

I love all your writing so much,,,, and Omg I just NEED fezco letting the love and praise he deserves, like…. Him asking if he’s handsome and needing validation… I need the reader praising fez and showing how much fez turns them on and how good they want to make fez feel and how much they care for him

Thank you so much, this means a lot to me! The way he got when Faye said he was handsome was so fucking precious. Fezco need someone to praise him all the time .

Fezco x Reader

Fezco like it when you show him how he makes you feel

Fez being soft

Warning: 18+ sexual situations and usual Euphoria themes

When you first met Fezco it was when you went to the store with Rue. He was sitting behind the counter and smiled up towards the two of you when you walked through the door. At the time Rue was only smoking weed to deal with her father's death - or so you thought. But at the time all you were focused on at the moment was how the moment you saw him you thought he was beautiful.

You loved how blue his eyes were, seemed to shine in whatever light he was in. It made butterflies erupt in your belly and cause your heart rate to spike. But then you actually got to know the guy. You saw beyond what the world labeled him as. Fezco was smart, caring, and deep to you. It seemed every conversation you had together made you connect with him deeper.

It was Rue that called out that you had a crush on him.

"You so like him," Rue smiled with a slightly teasing look in her eyes. You were hanging out with her and Lexi at the Howard household.

"What, no...no I don't." You tried to lie. But both of your best friends could see the lie the moment it left your lips.

"Oh, you so do," Lexi spoke up.

Soon the three of you were giggling and laughing.

It was a couple weeks later that you were back at the store hanging out with Fezco when he asked you out.

"So like...there is a new superhero movie comin' out this weekend...was wonderin' if maybe..." He bashfully looked down, his cheeks turning red as he spoke "...you wanted to go together or somehtin'?"

"Like...a date?" You whispered softly, nervous about what he might say.

Fezco looked up towards you and nodded his head, "Y-yea...if ya want."

"I would love to," You smile so wide that your cheeks began to ache.

And from that moment it was like an unspoken thing between the two of you. You were his and he was yours. That bond between you both became stronger and stronger with each second that you spent with one another. You fell into place with the family that he had, Ashtray becoming someone that you felt protective of. Like the big sister, he needed in his life ever since Marie fell ill.

But being with Fezco meant that you got to see the other side of him. The softer side.

"So pretty," You whisper one night, looking up towards him as you lay down with your chin against his chest. Your fingertips slowly move along his cheek. "Can't get over it."

You almost instantly saw his cheeks turn pink.

"You think I'm pretty?" Fezco spoke, his voice deep and slow.

"Of course." You sat up slightly.

"Never been told that befo," He spoke with a bashful smile on his lips.

"Well, I'm here to tell you,"

You moved to straddle over him before bending down and kissing his lips softly. You felt his hands along your thighs and teasing slightly beneath the dress you were wearing. Your hands moved down his chest slowly before pulling back so you could remove his shirt.

As you tossed the shirt to the side you kept your eyes locked in his. Gently you reached down and grabbed his hand and moved it between your legs. You watched his lips part and moan softly when he felt how wet you were.

"Fuck mamma," Fezo moaned as his fingers moved past your panties so he could fully feel you.

"This is how you make me feel all the time," You whimpered as he teased along your slit. Your nails dragged along his chest slightly and began to move your hips against his hand. "Always turn me on,"

Fezco sat up slightly and used his other hand to reach up and grab the back of your neck lightly and pull you into a kiss. He loved to hear you moan and whimper for him. Knowing he was making you feel good. There was a part of Fezco that liked it when you praised him and told him how good he made you feel.

Correction. He loved it.

"I wanna make you feel good," You whispered against his lips.

You moved down his body, away from his touch for a moment. your hands lopped to pull down both his sweats and his briefs. Standing at the end of the bed, you removed your dress and tossed it to the side, along with slowly pulling down your underwear.

No matter how many times the two of you were together. Nothing made you feel more beautiful than the look that came across Fez's face whenever he fully saw you.

Slowly you moved back up the bed to settle between his legs, bending down and leaving kisses along his thighs, making your way up. Every time your lips pressed against his skin you could hear his breath hitch for a moment.

"You're perfect to me, Fez." You whispered as you hovered over him more, your hand reaching down and stroking him slowly.

Fezco slowly fell back against the pillows and closed his eyes as he felt you. Fully feel how good your touch felt. It was like he believed every word that fell from your lips needed that validation.

Because to Fezco, you were his world. He would do anything for you. And knowing that everything he did you appreciated meant the world to him.

He just wanted to love you and be loved by you.

"Baby," He whimpered the moment your lips wrapped around the head of his cock.

You started off slow, making sure to use your tongue as you bobbed your head up and down at a teasing pace. It sent a shock through Fezco's body that had him reaching down to grip the sheets beneath him. But slowly, you sucked harder, moved faster.

"H-Holy...fuck," Fezco moaned and opened his eyes to look down to watch you.

He felt his chest tighten for a moment as he watched you. You slowly pulled back, his cock leaving your lips with a pop. The small smirk that spread across your swollen lips made his cock twitch slightly.

Your body moved to straddle over him again, rising up slightly and reaching behind you, rubbing him against your slit for a moment. Fezco was the first person you'd ever been with. But to you, there was no one else that felt as good as Fezco felt inside of you.

Your head fell back against your shoulders as you slowly sank down, biting down on your lip as you felt him stretch you. You fell forward slightly as you took him deep inside of you - just needing to feel him for a moment.

Your hand caressed along his face and kept your eyes locked with his as you moved your hips. Fezco moved his hands along your thighs before grabbing at your hips as you moved. Though he liked it when the two of you got passionate and a little rough there was something about the moment when the two of you were like this.

"I love you," You whispered against his lips, pecking them softly, "Love the way you make me feel."

"I love you too," Fezco groaned feeling you tighten around him more. You watched as his face twisted in pleasure and let the feeling take over his body.

Your hips rotated against his more, moans growing louder in his ear the closer you got. Something about the way his pubes rubbed against your clit was making your toes girl. The room is filled with the sounds of both your moans, the sounds of your bodies moving together.

"F-Feel so good..." You let out breathy moans. "Always making me feel so full. Love how you fuck me..."

When you moved to rest back on your knees, Fezco couldn't take his eyes off the two of you. Watching as you moved and sank down around him over and over. A curse left his lips when he saw how wet you were, his cock covered in you. He couldn't stop but lift his hips to meet your thrusts.

"Want you to cum, Fez." You looked down towards him, "Come on baby...w-want you to feel good. N-need you to fill me."

He opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out but his moans and groans. Fezco couldn't take another more, you felt too good. Feeling you pulse around him and begging for him to cum. Something inside of his snapped and he let go. Your name changed from his lips like a prayer.

Watching him sent you over.

You fell against him as the two of you fell over the edge, his arms wrapping around you and pulling you in close.

For a while, neither of you said a word.

Just laid there as your hearts beat wildly against each other as sweat cooled against your skin.

Fezco moved the two of you so you were lying side by side.

"Fuckin' hell...the way you be makin' me feel..." Fezco whispered, feeling your hand moving along his back as the two of you held each other close.

"Want you to always know what you mean to me and how you make me feel Fez." You spoke softly. "Because you're the best thing that's ever happened to me."

[melissa-kenobi]

I Can't Go On Without You

[Arthur Morgan x Reader]

WARNING: Major Character Death

"Arthur- you cant- I won't let you leave me!" Arthur watched with a deep sadness in his eyes as you broke down in front of him. Your entire body trembled with agony, while you tried to hold yourself back. He knew you wouldn't take the news very well, neither did Arthur to be honest. He still hadn't accepted it himself. "They can't take you from me- n-not when I just got you back."

"Sweetheart, it's not good. Doc says I ain't got long." Arthur mumbled as he took a step closer to you, only for you to take one back in shock, heading back into the tent. Arthur's eyes scoured over you as your hands searched through the chest where your things were kept. Throwing all sorts of memories out, you mumbled to yourself about a cure or a potion that you'd read in a book.

"I- Hosea lent me a book befo-" Cutting yourself off as you held back a deep sob at the mention of the man who raised you and Arthur like his own children. He too had left you, you wouldn't let Arthur do the same. "He er- he gave me a book which had all sorts of-"

"Sugar- it won't work- the doc's alread-

"I don't care!" You yelled at him, voice raised with annoyed at his words. "He ain't tried this medication, it'll work, I know it. I jus' gotta find it first, then we'll take t'him and I'll find all the herbs 'n everythin' we'll need."

Arthur's heart ached as he saw Sadie and Mary-Beth walk past with tears in their eyes at your state. They knew, they understood Arthur wouldn't make it. They also knew something was wrong with Dutch and the gang wasn't what it used to be, ever since Blackwater. But you, you were his stubborn wife, his oh so beautiful, wonderful stubborn wife. You'd deny it all you like but could never take bad news very well, no matter what it was. You were one helluva outlaw and Arthur was proud to have you as his wife, but you were utterly optimistic about everything.

Sadie knew how hard it would be to live without Arthur for you, remined her of her Jakey. She'd suffered for months before she reclaimed herself as Sadie Adler, simply a woman who was but a shell of who she used to be. She'd never forgotten Jakey, he still lived in her heart as he would till the day she died. Hosea had always said that you and Arthur were two peas in a pod, balancing each other out. Sadie didn't know how you'd manage without your other half, but you were one of the toughest women she'd ever met, if anyone could make it through then you would, no matter what.

"Found it!" You smiled, wiping the wetness gathered on your cheeks. "Here, look we'll take it to the doc and it'll be all fine honey. We'll pay for the medicine, no matter ho-"

"Y/N. Stop it." Arthur gripped your wrists gently, making you look up at him. Your doe eyes looking at him with such hope and adoration for him and Arthur couldn't beat around the bush anymore and watch you build your hopes up for nothing. "It's terminal darlin', there's no cure for it."

Arthur watched your face for a reaction only getting a sniffle and rapid blinking as you processed the words. It's terminal darlin'. Terminal. Meaning your husband wouldn't be coming back.

"Darlin'-" Arthur was cut off as you dropped to the ground, knees hitting the soft grass as Arthur rushed after you. He caught you just before your entire body collapsed on the ground in disbelief. His own voice cracked with regret as he aplogised. "I- sweetheart- 'm sorry"

Shaking your head in denial, you clutched your husband tighter, holding him like he was about to disappear before your very eyes. "No-no-no, you can't leave us, you can't leave me."

Arthur was expecting you to react badly, but not like this. He'd never seen you break down like this, you were a strong woman, the strongest he'd ever known and to see you like this hurt him. He was the one who had caused this upon you. His own heart broke that his wife would have to go on without him. With the way the gang was heading, he wasn't sure how long they would have before the Pinkertons caught up with them or his TB did. He swore to get John and his family out of this and that meant you too.

"Arthur- " Sobbing hardly in your husbands arms he held you. He couldn't care less about the gang right now. He needed to be there for you, for as long as he had left.

"Promise me you'll get us out of here?" You whispered into his ear, voice cracking. "I don't want you to- not here, please?"

"Jus' me and you sweetheart. I promise."

Arthur knew his words were a lie, but they were the best he could offer right now. You were slowly breaking apart at the thought of your husband dying. To save you the horror he made a promise he couldn't keep because he knew nothing hurts like a broken heart.

"I promise."

***

You made sure to cater to Arthur at every single moment. Making sure he was comfortable, that he ate and drank plenty of fluids. You fussed over him every time he had a coughing fit, ensuring he was okay afterwards. Your heart broke each day as you watched your husband grow weaker and paler with every passing day.

Arthur hadn't told you about the coughing fits he'd had after he'd finished the job with John. Or when he visited Charlotte, how he'd passed out straight. He couldn't have that worry placed upon you, he hated it. He knew how weak he was getting, it was harder to him to breathe with every passing day.

One day Micah had gotten on your nerves and you nearly shot him point blank. Arthur was lucky to even walk in at the right moment to stop you.

"Hey princess, ya seen black lung arpund or has old age finally caught up to him ay?" Micah let out a teasing cough as he winked at you.

"You better shut the hell up Micah 'fore I put a bullet in that tiny brain of yours!" You growled, pulling your revolver out, switching the safety off and clicking it into position. One shot and this rat would be outta your lives.

Micah held his hands up in mock surrender. "Alright princess, ain't my fault you're a bit touchy 'bout cowpoke. Although, when he does finally- ya know-" Micah made a crude cutting motion against his throat resulting in your firing a warning bullet at his feet, gracing the toe of his boots. Sadie, Ms Grimshaw and Mr Pearson watched with baited eyes, almost wanting you to rid them of the rat that was Micah Bell.

"You best shut your goddamn mouth about my husband Micah Bell! I swear, you say 'nother word 'bout him and this camp'll find your body flat on the floor in seconds!" You hissed, ready to pull out your other weapon but not before Arthur had ran in, practically grabbing your weapon and dragging you into your shared tent.

"Once Morgan's out the way, you're more than welcome to share my bed princess!" Micah called out as he watched Arthur drag you away. Arthur may have disarmed your guns but you still had your knives, almost instinctively you grabbed them and threw it at Micah, aiming for head but only just missing as it flew past him and near Dutch's tent. You grinned at you heard Micah growl in pain as one had hit his shoulder.

"Y/N! What are ya doing?" Arthur reprimanded you, pulling down the flaps of the tent for privacy. "As much as I wanna kill Micah, you can't jus' attack him like that!"

Huffing in anger you looked up at your poorly husband, "He was talking shit 'bout you, and I ain't havin' it." Your words were final and Arthur knew it. He sighed as he took a seat next to you on the cot, pulling you into a hug. He knew how hard the past few weeks had been, Pinkertons everywhere, Dutch's plans were completely ridiculous and some of the girls had left.

"Thank you sweetheart."

***

Arthur had already warned John, days before. He knew something was up when Dutch turned up without John. Abigail was captured, half the gang was gone. After rescuing Abigail, you'd headed back with Arthur, Sadie and Abigail.

"Go with them Y/N. I'll find you once I've dealt with something." Arthur turned to you, eyes hopeful that you would go with Sadie and be safe. But his heart knew better, you'd follow him to the ends of the earth if it meant you'd be besides him.

"You know I ain't falling for that shit." You mumbled as you hopped onto the back of Arthur's horse, having given yours to Abigail. "Now c'mon honey, we got a goddamn rat to kill.

God Arthur loved you more than words could express. "I love you Mrs Morgan."

"And I love you too Mr Morgan."

***

"You need to go Y/N. Go with John, I'll hold them off- " Arthur let out a fit of coughs as he held onto the tree for support. You'd been running for ages, Arthur's horse being shot down while you ran through the mountains trying to get away. Arthur didn't have much left in him they all knew it.

"Arthur-

"Please sweetheart, I'd res- " Arthur knew he didn't have very long but if he told you that, you'd certainly stay and die besides him and he wouldn't allow that. So he lied, lied for your sake. "I'll be right behind you darlin', I promise. Just get John outta here."

"But-

"Please- for me?" Arthur pleaded, needing to have you out of here and safe. His heart leapt as you nodded in agreement, knowing that you'd be safe from the Pinkertons, from Dutch and Micah. "I love you sweetheart."

Rushing forwards you quickly grabbed the lapels of your husbands coat, pulling him towards you as you gave him a kiss. Arthur savoured the feel of your lips on his, holding your body tightly against his. He knew this would be last time he ever see you, ever hold you in his arms, tell you that he loved you and that he wished he could have provided a better life for you.

"I love you Y/N. My wife. More than anything in this world, don't ya ever forget that." Arthur pulled back to place his forehead against yours. "Now go, get John outta here and I'll meet you there."

"I love you Arthur. Don't ya dare forget about me." You smiled, pulling away, rushing off to get John to his family.

"I could never darlin'..."

***

It had been too long. Arthur was supposed to be coming right after you, but he hadn't. You'd gotten John to his family and now they were heading off.

"Get outta here Marston." You told him, only just noticing he had Arthur's hat on, your heart skipped a beat. Why? Why would Arthur give John his hat, his satchel? Unless- unless he never planned on coming after you. "No-

"Y/N!!" John called after you but you were already gone, pushing your horse at a fast pace, not caring if the Pinkertons spotted you. You needed to get to Arthur and fast.

"C'mon girl, you can do it! I gotta get to Arthur." You praised the horse as she listened to your commands, legs going as fast as she could.

Making up to where you'd last left Arthur you dodged past the patrols of Pinkertons, rushing up the mountain only to find a body slumped on the ground, hoping it wasn't your husbands you rushed over and sighed when it wasn't him. Moving closer to the edge of the cliff you saw another another, one that looked like it has dragged itself closer. You knew, in your heart, that it was Arthur.

"Arthur!" You called out as you fell on your knees. Clutching his body, his chest only moving slightly as his eyes were slowly closing. "Hey, hey, I'm here. It's okay."

Arthur's hand moved to hold yours as he smiled up at you. His last breaths, slowly eating away at him as he watched you and the sunset. "It's pretty here ain't it?"

"I know you love the sunsets. It's beautiful, jus' like you huh?" You smiled as you took a second to look away from Arthur to the sunset, a mistake you'd come to regret for the rest of your life. Looking back down at him, you felt his hand go limp and his eyes close, his chest no longer moving, not even a small wheeze could be heard from him.

"Arthur? Hey- hey look at me." You gently turned his pale face to you, his cheek bruised and lip bust as you let a sob. "My Arthur, plese don't leave me, please. Not yet, I ain't ready!"

"No, no, I can't go on without you Arthur. I can't-" Your voice broke as you cried into his chest. Your chest aching in pain as your other half had been taken from you, half your heart had been ripped from your body as you collapsed onto him.

A rustling came from behind you but you didn't care, if it was the Pinkertons, you'd rather have then kill you than live without Arthur. "I- " Dutch's voice wavered as he watched you cry over your dead husbands body. "I am sorry Y/N."

You didn't have the energy to argue. "If you're here to kill me, then do it.. please.. least I'll die at the hands of someone I once trusted rather than a Pinkerton."

"I don't- I never wanted this- my son, Art-

"If you ain't here to kill me then go. Leave. NOW!" You brokenly yelled at Dutch, your former father figure and mentor, now a traitor to his own gang. To Arthur. You didn't want him to breathe Arthur's name. Dutch left quickly, hearing the patrols come closer.

"You lied Arthur. Told me you'd get us outta here." You sniffed. "That we'd be safe. Can't believe I actually believed ya honey."

"Was silly of me. I shoulda been here with ya, maybe then we'd have made it out alive."

"I ain't ever leaving you again Mr Morgan."

***

A few days later...

Charles had gotten word Arthur had died up in the mountains and made his way to find his body. But what he didn't expect to was to find you, holding on to your husband as you lay on his chest. Charles' felt a wave of sadness pass him as he saw how you clung to his body.

"Y/N.."

He'd managed to pry your from Arthur's body as he saddled the two of you on his horse. You'd muttered a few words to Charles about where you wanted Arthur's body buried. A small hilltop where you and Arthur had planned to buy out and live. It was perfect for the two of you, small and secluded, with a beautiful view of the sunset.

"Thank you Charles."

Charles watched as you sat besides your husbands grave, talking to yourself about memories from your younger days. Charles knew you were made for each other. With Arthur gone, he knew you'd never be yourself again because nothing heals a broken heart. Especially not one as broken as yours.

But what was left was that of a broken woman who couldn't go on without her husband.

***

[warmaidensrevenge]

Koner please.

Koner x Plus size reader

If you want to read my other work you can find it HERE

A/n: Yes I love this. He barely has any dialogue. So I can add whatever I want. This is a long one. So make some time. Or save it for later. Whatever you want. Kay love ya bye.

Warnings: I was wondering. Do I still need to do this? Because of the community label thing. Hmm let me know. 18+ smut for the sake of smut but more towards the end, language, violence, torture, death, sexual implications, drinking, suggested rape(but didn't happen) and as always not proof and no word count.

Summary: Years of pain, years of torture, years of pinning after the one you most definitely can't have. Would he know what was true love if it was staring him right in the face? Probably not.

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Since children you have been friends. Together when you were born. Together when we're just little ones. Together now as you both came to age and so close to be wed. Not to each other though. Koner and you have been living a life of servitude. You, a lady in waiting to Lady Sansa Stark. Koner, a member of Winterfells guard. It was a lonely life, one that you wouldn't have chosen for yourself. But you had your father and you had Koner. It was never lonely for Koner though. Being a strapping young soldier he was very popular with the ladies. Taking a tavern wench or two. But now his sights were now set on the new arrival. The Lady Mary. A wretched woman you now have to serve as a handmaid to. It seems as if every night Koner was sneaking into her chambers, while you kept him out of trouble with your father. You were quite annoyed with him. How could he choose a married woman over you? You have been his best mate all his life but he never saw you. Never saw how much you cared or how much you loved him. Sure you weren't the prettiest maid in Winterfell, or the thinnest. You were blessed with many curves and thighs that touched. Maybe that is why he was just your friend. Or maybe it was because of the extra fabric you needed for your dresses. Or possibly it was because he saw you as a sister. Either way your love was not known or returned.

One cold night you were summoned to Lady Mary's chambers on the south side of the castle. You lived on the North side with your father and with kroner just across the way. Walking across the courtyard during one of the coldest nights in Winterfell, you ran into ser Koner.

" What the hell are you doing out here? Where is your cloak?"

You rolled your eyes. " Nice to see you too."

" It's freezing out here."

"Please we're Northerners, this cold is nothing. Besides your beloved asked for me."

" Mary? What for?"

" No idea. She's really needy that one."

" Needy for this cock." Koner cackled grabbing his equipment.

"You're disgusting."

He smirked. "Here take my cloak."

You raised your hand in refusal. "No thank you. I'm not in the mood for a lashing tonight"

Koner furrowed his brow. "Why would you get a lashing?"

" Well you see, your mistress is very obsessed with you"

" Well yeah who wouldn't be?" He ogled at you

"Me."

" Oh common love. Just admit you love me." He took off his cloak and wrapped it around you. You tried to protest, but he wasn't having it. "Just to the door."

"Right. Just to the door. You know you need to be careful Koner. I can't protect you if her husband comes."

"I don't need protection. Besides he's old and decrepit, he wouldn't set foot in Winterfell."

" Let's hope not." You finally approached the entrance of the south end.

"Now get inside before you catch a death of a cold."

"Do not tell me what to do."

He rolled his eyes. "You're the worst... Please my love. Will you please go inside? I need my best mate to be alive and well."

" That's better. You better hurry. Father will have your head of you're not at your post." You pulled off his cloak and wrapped it around him. You left your hand on his chest for just a moment. His heat radiating through his armor made you feel flushed.

" What's the matter?"

You looked up into his beautiful dark eyes pulling your hand away.

" Uhh just be careful. The dire wolves are on the hunt tonight. Wouldn't want them to mistake you for a fawn, with how big your eyes are tonight."

" I will be love. Now hurry. Can't keep my girl waiting." He gave you a hug and tugged your hair lightly before he took his leave.

You looked at him fondly wishing you were his.

If you only knew the burden I carry in my heart for you.

You took a deep breath and went inside.

You approached the chamber door and knocked. It swung open immediately.

" M'lady." You bowed

" Thank goodness." Mary said. "What took you so long? Is your weight slowing you down?"

" I'm sorry m'lady."

" Well, are you just going to stand there or are you coming in?"

You nodded and followed her. Closing the door behind you.

" Right I need you to change the linens. Poor Kony made such a mess. After, run me a bath."

" Yes m'lady."

" And make it quick. You know the dire wolves love fat maids."

You could have made the bath water scolding hot. So hot that it could burn her skin right off for that comment. But then you would probably be hanged. Instead you found the roughest, itches bedding you could find in hopes she would sleep awful that night. Tired of her snarky words, you had planned on asking Sansa to return to her favor.

...

"I HATE HER FATHER! SHE REPULSES ME! SHE'S A FUCKIN MONSTER." You went into the small kitchen screaming your head off. Not noticing Koner at the table stuffing his face as usual.

" Whoa now! That's no way for a lady to talk." Koner smirk with a mouth full of eggs and bread.

Your eyes flashed with anger. " Oh piss off!"

"Oh common love. She's not a monster."

" Fuck you! I was speaking to my father."

"I was speaking to my father" Koner mocking you.

" I will end you. And I will make it look like a bloody accident." You threatened pointing your finger at him.

" That's enough you two. It's too early for such nonsense.... You bicker like you're married already."

" What!?" You and Koner said at the same time

" Yeah. Isn't that what's going on between you two. Aren't you courting my daughter?"

" What?! Absolutely not. She's basically family."

Right like a sister. You thought

You didn't respond to your father's question.

" Well that's good to hear. I was wondering when you were going to ask for my permission."

" No need to worry about me sir. I love your daughter. But I have my eye on a sweet one." Koner gave you a wink and a grin.

You rolled your eyes and pushed his head lightly.

" A'right you two. I have business to attend to. Koner, stop annoying my daughter. Sweetheart, don't kill your best friend and be nice."

" No promises" you said giving your father a hug before he left.

You turned back to your mate. He was giving you a cheeky grin with so much food in his cheeks. He looked so cute.

You moved closer to him and narrowed your eyes. " I hate you so much you know that."

His eyes widened and he chewed slowly. You stared at him for a moment before the look on his face made you smile.

" Oh you tease. I really thought you hated me." He said pulling you onto his lap.

Your smile instantly faded and went into a frown.

" No Koner. Stop it. I'm too heavy." You tried to get off but he held you firmly.

His brows moved down and closer together. " What are you talking about? You're not heavy at all."

" Don't lie to me."

" Hey! I do not lie. You're perfect. If my heart hadn't already been taken, you and I would probably be married by default."

" Thank you. You really know how to charm a woman." You looked into his eyes and leaned back. "Hold on....Lady Mary has your heart?"

" Well no. Not really. It's not like I love her. She's just a good fuck."

" Good... you deserve better."

He tilted his head and smirked. " And who might that be? Wait- what's that?"

You looked around trying to find what he was talking about.

" No that smell. " He pointed his nose in the air and sniffed. " It's you."

You turned back to face him. He moved his head only inches away from your neck and took a deep breath in. It made a heat grow in your stomach.

" Is- is it off putting?"

He put his hand on the back of your neck and pulled you so close you could feel him breathing you in. Your eyes roll back at his grip on you and your heart was racing.

" No. Not at all. It smells heavenly. What is it?" He was still holding onto you.

" umm it's a new wash I made." you swallowed. " Honey oats, milk with a touch of vanilla."

He hummed into your neck. "Could I have some? For Mary. I hate the smell of lavender. That's all she has."

All the feelings you were having were gone in an instant. You pulled out his grasp and went to wrap up a bar in parchment paper and twine. Nearly crying. But you tried your best to mask your heartache. Once you were finished you handed it to him.

-

Koner took the package and couldn't help looking at the scars on your hands. He remembered when you got them. He was training to be a guard and he hadn't eaten in 3 days. You had stolen a tray of meat pies and a large pitcher of ale for him. The head cook Martha normally wouldn't have cared if you took things. But those were made special for king Roberts visit. You didn't know that and Martha had whipped your hands until you were all bloody and bruised. You always did things like that. Always getting hurt or disciplined for him. He never asked you to do that for him. But you did. With you saying that they would be easier on you because of who your father was. And that you were a woman. Which was true. If he told Martha it was him who took the pies, he wouldn't have hands. But he loved you for that. You guys have been so close for years and he really did feel like you were his family. You and your father took him in when his parents were killed in the Invasion Of The Ironborn. He hated Theon Greyjoy ever since. He believed that Ramsey Bolton gave him what he deserved. But after saving Lady Sansa from the bastard, Koner respected Theon. Country, duty, and honor were very important to Koner. So Theon going through all that and still fought for Wintefell was commendable. He would be happy fighting side by side. He was thankful for you and your family. The care that you and your father showed him was heartwarming and he loved you both.

-

After handing Koner the soap, you went to get yourself a cup of tea.

" So what happened last night?" He asked, finishing his breakfast.

"Ugh! She had me cleaning up the sheets. Full of Koner babies." You faked a shiver to give him the idea that you didn't want your bedding to have his love staining them. But you did. You wanted to have all his babies. " And she had me relieve her of your buried seed."

Koner's jaw dropped in disbelief. "You touched her....down..down there?"

" Yes" you hissed.

" What the fuck?!"

" I know. That's why I'm going to speak with Sansa to see if I may return to her court."

"Right... You won't tell her about me and Mary?"

"No you idiot. Do you understand that they will kill you if they find out about you two."

" Yes I know. Just checking."

" Don't you know by now that I would never put you in danger?" You gave him a sorrowful look. " You also don't want to have a child out of wedlock."

He stood up and came to hug you. " I know love. Thanks for that. Thank you for everything. I should have never came in her. You're right. It was a stupid mistake. And I'm so sorry you had to do that. I promise to never do that again."

You held him breathing his scent. He smelled of a fire and a salty musk. You loved it. You always liked his scent. It was so intoxicating. " You better not or I'll have Ghost rip you to shreds."

" So malicious this morning." He moved his head from the top of your head to look down at you.

Still in his long arms you looked up meeting his eyes. "When it comes to you love. I can be quite discourteous. You bring out the best in me."

He snorted. "And you me." He gave you a quick peck on the forehead."

" Go get some sleep. I'll have supper ready for when you wake."

" Ahhh yes. Custard filled pastries for dessert?" He practically drooled on you.

" Yes Koner." You didn't mean to sound annoyed. But thankfully he was too tired to notice.

He gave you one last squeeze and tugged your hair softly before heading to bed. As soon as you heard the door close you started talking to yourself in a whisper.

"Why do you do things like that to me? Why do you hold me like that? Smell me like that. Don't you know how much it hurts me?"

You cleaned up the mess your father and Koner made and finally sat to have a bit of porridge. Once finished you went out to request an audience with Lady Stark. She wasn't available until later on in the evening, so you went to the kitchens to get ingredients for supper. Including Martha's famous custard pastries. They were Koner's favorite since he was little. Ever since the lashing Martha gave you, you never stole anything from her again. Whatever it was you needed, all you would have to do is ask and she was more than happy to give it to you.

...

Today was perfect. You had the day off and you planned on knitting a pair of gloves for your father and Koner. So while supper was cooking you sewed. You did your best to not wake Koner down the hall. Being as quiet as a mouse, you tipped toe around getting Koner's lunch ready and readying your father a plate. It was getting dark and Koner got in the bath you had ready for him. You had started warming up clean bath water for your father. A few minutes later, your father came when you and Koner were leaving. You said you would return shortly and your father nodded.

You guys walked together, constantly bumping each other until you were at the main hall.

"Say hello to Sansa for me."

You nodded and watched him leave to his post.

Seven protect him.

...

Sansa was talking to Arya when you walked in. You didn't hear what they were saying but you didn't care. You never cared for sticking your nose into anyone's business. You waited patiently until Arya left giving you a smile. You used to babysit her when she was little. But she was all grown up now and very beautiful. And just a bit scary.

" Y/n. Please. Come to the fire. It's getting cold." Sansa waved for you to join her behind the head of the table in front of the huge fire place.

" Yes m'lady." You said giving her a curtsy.

"Please. How many times have I asked you to call me Sansa? We grew up together. Just because I have a new title doesn't mean we are no longer friends."

You nodded and pulled up a seat facing her.

"So you came to talk about the request for your hand?"

" What?! What request?" Your voice came out in its highest octave. You cleared your throat. " Sorry"

She laughed. " No, don't be Sorry. I just thought you knew."

"Knew what?"

"Henk asked your father for your hand."

Your mouth dropped open and you held your breath.

" No don't worry. He said no."

" Oh thank the seven." You praised finding air again.

" ahh but. He did come here and asked me to arrange a marriage."

"Sansa please! N-no I don't-"

" See worrying again... I said no as well." She smiled

" Thank you. . I would rather fling myself off the wall than marry that idiot."

" Yeah he really is an idiot isn't he? But umm do you have someone in mind? I don't want to arrange any marriages under my watch. I know what it's like. And I swore I would never allow it. Every woman should have a voice in who she spends her life with."

" Thank you. And I agree completely"

" So Koner then?"

You blushed. " Uhh no."

" Seriously?! I'm honestly surprised by that. I thought you guys would be at your fifth child already."

You chuckled nervously. "No no. We're just friends."

She slanted her eyes at you. "Well what about Gendry or Podrick? Gendry has the muscle. And Podrick I hear is well-endowed."

" Sansa?!"

" What? Both are equally handsome."

" Yes. But gossips are saying Gendry is in love with Arya. And Podrick is a knight. Both of them are out of my class."

"Screw class. Besides you're a lady in wait. You're part of my court so you're free to choose whomever."

" Sansa...I don't think I'm ready for that just yet "

" Oh I'm sorry I just assumed. No no. That's fine as well."

" Thank you."

"Just let me know when you are ready and we will plan the ceremony together."

" Thank you Sansa. That means the world to me."

" No need for thanks. That's what friends do for each other, repel the undesirable." She giggled

" Speaking of undesirables...Lady Mary."

" Oh ugh. Right. Number one undesirable."

" Sansa may I please speak freely?"

" Of course."

" I hate that woman. She's gross and mean. She constantly makes comments about my weight. And I just cannot stand her. I asked for an audience because I would like to return to your court."

" She pokes at your weight? What a bitch. I'm going to have to bring her manners or lack there of with her husband."

" I need distance. Or I might just leave a candle too close to the curtains in her chambers."

" Well no don't do that. But she will be gone soon."

"That's what everyone keeps saying. But here she is. 6 months later."

" She really has over stayed her welcome hasn't she?"

" By 6 months!"

You stared at each other and started to laugh.

" I've missed you."

You smiled. "Missed you too.....but may I please be free of her?"

" I'm sorry. She specifically requested you. And we need her to be happy. Or she will tell her husband to pull his banner men from the war. And we cannot afford to lose any more men."

You nodded in defeat.

" But I promise you. She will be leaving here shortly. There was a raven for her, calling her back south. Her husband seems to be on his death bed. And they need her right away."

" Oh thank the seven. ..but what if she returns?"

" Then I will find another to cater to her."

" Thank you Sansa. Thank you so much."

"Anything for my closet friend."

...

The conversation went on longer than you expected and it was already dark. You were walking back home when you saw Koner patrolling. You waved to each other and you turned home.

Your heart leaped at his smile. Your knees weakened when he gazed upon you.

Koner please see me. See my love

You heard shouting coming from behind the door of your home. You reached for the handle when the door swung open. Familiar faces ran past you. (Other captains in arms.) You saw your father getting dressed.

" What is it? Are we being attacked?" You were suddenly out of breath.

He looked up at you. "No! Where were you?! Were you with him?!" He sounded very angry.

" With who?"

"Koner. That son of a bitch wasn't at his post."

" What? Yes he was. I just saw him. He was on patrol."

" WHERE?!"

You jumped at his voice. " In-in the north courtyard."

" He's been missing for over 3 hours. And no one can find him."

You backed away in fear of your father. "He was just patrolling."

" No he abandoned his post."

You saw your father grabbed his sword off the mantle. He mumbled under his breath. He was trying to protect you from his words. But you heard him.

" You know the penalty for oath breaking."

" NO!" You screamed blocking the doorway.

" Move now!"

" No please you can't!" You begged

He pulled you by your elbows towards him. "It has to be done."

" No please. He's family."

"I'm sorry. I'll make it as painless as possible." He sighed pushed you to the side and walked out.

What could you do to stop him? He was going to kill Koner. It was an awful thought. But you needed to save him. Your friend. Your love.

You ran after your father. "He was with me!" You stopped and fell to your knees. " Koner was with me."

Your father stopped in his tracks. "Where were you?" He said coldly

"In-in the stables."

He turned around and looked at you with such anger and disgust. " Get up! And go inside! I will handle this."

You shook your head. " Please father don't ...don't."

He came over and pulled you to your feet. " I will not harm him. Now go inside."

You looked down at his sword.

" Here put it back. Now GO!"

He handed you his sword. It was almost too heavy to carry. He turned and walked away.

You felt like you couldn't breathe and you were shaking uncontrollably. It seemed like hours before he returned. You were pacing the small living quarters when the door opened. Koner was standing there with your father behind him. He pushed him into the room, shutting the door behind them.

Koner had a busted lip. As soon as you saw that you went to him.

" You said you weren't going to hurt him!" You shouted trying to clean off the blood.

" It wasn't me. It was the others holding him until I got there."

Koner didn't look at you and tried to pull away.

" Stop it. Let me clean it." You ordered. Pulling him to sit down while you grabbed a wash cloth.

He relaxed and allowed you to continue. You cupped his chin to make him meet your gaze. His eyes were glossed over. It was as if he was gone.

" Go on boy." Your father said through his teeth.

You looked back and forth between Koner's big dark eyes.

"Y/n. I'm sorry for all of this. I never meant for any of this to happen. But if you will still have me. I would like you to be my wife."

" WHAT?!" you dropped your hands and stepped back.

Koner stood up and went towards you. " Please love. I want to be your husband."

"NO!"

"Yes child. This is the only way." Your father said.

"NO! He has a choice. He can be sent to the wall."

" That isn't a choice. He broke an oath. That would make him a traitor. All traitors found in Winterfell will be put to death. This is the only way he lives. You are my daughter. And if you love him I will not take him away from you."

" It's ok love. I want this. I want us to be together." Koner said softly moving closer.

You shook your head as his eyes pleaded with you.

"What is it going to be?" Your fathers voice broke your concentration.

You looked at your father, then back to Koner. He grabbed your hands and placed a small kiss on them.

" Please love. We can be together now."

Your heart sank and you started to cry. You nodded "yes. I will be your wife."

" It's settled. You will be married in a fort-night." Your father pulled Koner by the shoulder and pushed him outside.

" I'm going to bed. You ought to as well."

"Yes father"

You waited until you heard his door close before you hurried after Koner.

Stepping out into the cold air you ran right into his chest. You took a step back. When you made eye contact, he embraced you. You held him as tightly as he held you. You felt a kiss on the crown of your head.

" I'm so sorry love. I don't know what happened. Time just slipped away."

" How could you do that? I told you to be careful."

" I know. I'm an idiot."

He held you so close you could hear his heart racing.

" I'm sorry. I -I had to say something. I had to. My father-"

" I know. It's a'right."

" I thought I lost you." You sobbed into his chest.

"Never. I love you so much. You keep saving me. I can't believe I got so lucky having a friend like you."

Right. Friend.

" That's my job. I love you too."

A few seconds went by and Koner pulled back a bit. " Do you think Sansa can help us? To help stop this marriage."

You knew that the way this happened was wrong. But you couldn't help yourself from becoming upset.

Your heart broke. "I will speak to her."

"Thank you, love."

...

The following morning you were summoned to the main hall. You were standing in front of Sansa. She looked incredibly upset.

" I'm so sorry M'lady."

She held up her hand to quiet you. " Why did you lie?"

"I-I don't ....I can't"

" Where was he?" She asked in a tone that showed you why she was in the position she was in.

You just shook your head. You couldn't tell her. Or else his head would be on the chopping block.

She looked annoyed. " Do you want this?"

"I-"

" I know you love him. I've always known. And I know you would do anything for him. But your father asked me to arrange it. I have no choice."

" Please Sansa. He doesn't love me. I...I can't marry someone who doesn't love me back....Could you please make an exception? Just this once. "

" You are willing to go to the Silent Sisters?"

" Yes. Yes of course."

" He would still die though."

" What?! Why?!"

"Because oathbreakers die."

"But Sansa-"

" No! There are only two options. Marry or he dies. I know it's not much of a choice. But it's all you have. I will not force you to marry so choose."

" He doesn't love me. He never will."

" Are you sure about that?"

" Yes."

" Then you choose death.... Guard!"

" NO PLEASE! I WILL MARRY. I WILL MARRY HIM" you sobbed.

Sansa knew that you would happily lay down your life for his. But you also would never tell him how much you cared for him. So she devised a plan. He was going to know. And he would have no choice but to love you. If she would threaten to take you away. Maybe he will see that he loves you just as much.

" Guard. Take Y/n to get cleaned up. Wake Koner. I need to speak with him."

"Yes M'lady. Right away."

You looked as Sansa with so much worry.

" I will give you both the choice. And after I speak with him, you will return and give your answers at the same time. If they do not match, then it is settled."

The guard ushered you away. Koner came just a little while later.

"Lady Stark."

" Koner! Have you defiled my lady in waiting?"

"I-"

" You idiot!"

" I.. I'm sorry."

" You should be. You two have given me no choice. You must marry."

" Please I...we can't. I'm not in love with her."

" Do you understand what you have done?"

" Please M'lady. Send me to the wall. I'll take that oath."

" Is that what you want? You want y/n to be hanged?!"

" WHAT?!"

" You spoiled my lady in waiting. And unless you marry she will be hanged."

"Why?!"

" Because the Silent Sisters will not take her. And I will not have a whore in my court."

" She's not a-"

"Enough! Choose! Marry her and grow to love her. Or have her hang. Guard. Bring her back."

How could he say no? How could he not make that sacrifice for you? You always did for him. Now he could finally start to repay you. Maybe he could love you. It was the least he could do. He would not lose you to a stupid lie. A lie you told to protect him.

Koner watches as you enter the hall, with bloodshot eyes and bags. You must have not slept all night. You came to him and he held you. He moved a strand of hair and tucked it behind your ear. He kissed you on the cheek.

" You a'right love?"

" Yes." You responded. Your voice just about a whisper. " I'm sorry. I tried."

" No it's okay. I know you did."

Sansa interrupted the small moment you two had.

" What is your decision? Will you wed?"

Koner didn't look away from you and neither did you.

"Will you marry me love?" He asked in his sweetest loving voice.

"Yes... Will you be my husband?" You spoke ever so softly.

"Nothing would make me happier." He really did mean that. If he had to marry anyone, why not his best friend.

Sansa could hear the conversation you two were having, and she knew her plan was successful.

" What will it be?" She asked again.

You both nodded and said yes in unionson.

"Perfect. Now kiss."

Your head snapped to her and you could feel Koner's hair on the side of your face.

Koner hung his head at Sansa's request. Of course she would want that.

Sansa gave you a smirk and nodded.

You whispered. " Let's be quick about it."

"I don't think that would satisfy our Lady." He pulled your face back to his by your chin. " Let's give her a show."

You closed your eyes wishing for this not to be the reason you shared your first kiss with Koner. But things never seemed to work in your favor.

You felt his rough hand touching your face as gently as he could. Finally setting it on the side of your neck.

He looked at you with such sadness. He hated the thought that he was going to be your first kiss. You deserved so much better than this. With someone who was worthy of it. He already ruined your future and he wasn't going to ruin another thing for you. He was going to kiss you with all the love he could find. His love for his parents, the love he had for the red wine from the south and custard pastries, his love of sex. The love he had for you and your father. He would pour every ounce of all the love he has ever known into this kiss. In hopes that it would be enough for you. He saw your large bosoms rise and fall with anticipation or nervousness. He didn't know. He slowly leaned his head down to meet your lips.

When his lips touch yours his heart stops. Time seemed to slow. He never felt this way. He first felt his cock twitch. But then he felt a warmth fill his face and chest. As the kiss deepened he didn't want to stop. What was this? It can't be. Had he finally felt something that he thought he would never truly find?

Finally the kiss you've been waiting so long for. The one you would have done anything for. The world disappeared. Everything went silent. You pulled him closer by his collar and stood up on your toes to have better access. You could feel his hands moved to hold your waist tighter and impossibly closer. You were so excited. Because now Koner was to be yours. And you were never gonna let him go. Even if his love for you was that of a friend. You would do everything in your power to be a good wife for him.

It was Arya who cleared her throat that finally broke you two apart. Koner kept one of his hands on the small of your back and the other by his side. He was in shock. That kiss was not what he expected.

You face Arya. You were about to bow and call her m'lady. But she held out her hand.

"Don't call me a lady. And no need to bow." She put a hand on Koner and your shoulder. Smiling happily. " I like this. Seems like a good match."

" Th-thank you." Koner replied.

He couldn't stop looking at you. Though you looked so tired and sad. All he could think about was how beautiful you were. Have you always been and he just chose to see past it?

" Right. Koner, get some rest. And y/n, tell your father I will acknowledge this betrothal. And the date is set."

You both bowed and left. Sansa smirked as Arya came to her.

" It's about time don't you think?"

Sansa smirked. " You're telling me."

" Was that your handy work Sansa?"

" Whatever do you mean?"

They both laughed.

" Alright. So...about Little finger."

...

The moment you stepped outside you felt a wave of regret and sorrow. That kiss meant everything to you. And you couldn't help but feel so sad that you knew Koner would never love you the same.

You walked in silence and could feel him staring at you.

" You ok love?"

All you could do was nod. Your heart was broken and it took everything you had to not cry. When you got to your quarters you gave Koner a hug and quickly went inside. Finally alone, everything you bottled up came spewing out. Your heart hurt so much that it felt like you were dying. You wished that this pain would stop. A while later you waited for your father to give him the good news.

Koner wanted to say something. Anything after the audience with Sansa. But he couldn't. His heart broke for you. But at the same time it was like the Seven gave him clarity. He knew that you were saddened by everything he has done in the past day. Your quietness and your failure to return his gaze hurt him. How all you had since last night was a look of worrying and a hint of tears in your eyes. And what seemed like a permanent frown. All he wanted was to see you happy again. He promised himself he was going to be a good husband to you. No matter what. He just needed to work out what this new found light was all about. But he promised to see you smile again. If it was the last thing he did.

...

He went to sleep that afternoon to rest up before his watch. But he couldn't sleep. He kept waking from night terrors. Seeing you walking to the gallows. Or seeing you hanging from the castle wall. He got up in the early hours of the evening. He had planned to talk to Lady Mary to let her know what was going on prior to work.

He was down the hallway when he heard moaning. He was close enough to know it was coming from Lady Mary's chambers. From the sounds, it seemed like someone was fucking. He crept closer to try and hear better. That's when he noticed it wasn't moaning. It was whimpering and quiet screams. Like someone was covering their mouth.

" Henk, show the fat whore what happens when she fucks my Kony. Take her. She's open to any and everyone. And if you scream y/n I will cut out your tongue."

Koner's heart sank and he felt his soul leave his body. He pushed open the door and was petrified. The smell of burning flesh hit him first. The sight of you was unnerving. He saw Henk hovering over your back. Your dress was hiked up and most of the fabric was torn. The parts of your back he could see was covered in slashes. When you looked up to him, Your face was bloody and bruised. Your hand was covering your mouth. When he finally saw your eyes, he died inside. You were reaching for him. Before he could comprehend what was happening he was on Henk beating the shit out of him. Blinded by such rage.

"KONY! STOP!"

Lady Mary went to try and pull him off, but he pushed her away. He was going to kill Henk. This man had just raped you. He was beating his face to a pulp when he he went for his sword.

"K-kon-er..."

Your broken voice put a halt on his swing. When he looked over to you, you were curled in a ball on your side, hugging yourself. He got off of Henk dropping his sword and went to your side. Your arms had so many cuts, he didn't know where he could touch you without hurting you more. He did his best to pull you into his lap.

You were still hugging yourself with your eyes closed with your body trembling and you were gasping for air. Your arms fell when you passed out. That's when all the blood drained from Koner's face. He now knew where the smell was coming from. You had a 'W' double brand on your exposed chest. It was as if you moved during the first burn that whoever did it had to do it again.

" Isn't it just perfect. 'W' was meant for Wintefell. But for her it stands for whore." Mary sneered

" Why?" His voice broke. "WHY?!"

" Why? Are you that stupid? It was because of you. Do you really think you can fuck her and then live happily ever after?"

" WHAT?! IT WAS A LIE. SHE LIED."

" Please you can't deny it now. You guys are betrothed. Why would she lie?"

" TO SAVE US! TO SAVE ME!"

Mary narrowed her eyes. " What does that mean?"

" Her father found out I wasn't at my post last night. WHY WASN'T I AT MY POST MARY?!"

"I-I" she stuttered.

"BECAUSE I WAS WITH YOU!"

You opened your eyes from him shouting. You looked at him with a small smile before closing them again.

" Her Father was going to behead me for abandoning my watch. And she lied saying she was with me in order for me to receive mercy. He father spared my life if I were to marry her."

Lady Mary gasped and ran to your side across from him.

" How could you do this to her? No one deserves this."

" I'm so so sorry. Here let me help." Mary reached out to touch you.

"NO! DON'T YOU DARE! DON'T YOU DARE TOUCH HER!"

" Please Kony...let me help."

"No! You have done enough!"

He took off his cloak and tucked you in it as best as he could.

"Common love. Wake up. Let's get you out of here"

You opened your eyes again.

" That's it. Common. To your feet."

He pulled you up as gently as possible. Your knees were weak and you barely could stand. He threw your arm over his shoulders and positioned himself under you as a prop.

"Kony." Mary called out. But he didn't stop

He was half caring and half dragging you out the entrance. It was already pitch black outside. Only small torches lit the walls. Your legs gave and you pulled him down with you.

" I'm..I'm sorry..I can't...it hurts.." you were out of breath.

Koner kneeled down next to you. " No it's not your fault....here let me take off my armor. Then I can-"

"No- don't say it. You can't carry me."

" At least let-"

" What's going on here?"

Koner looked up and saw Tormund Giantsbane.

" What happened to her?" Tormund kneeled down next to you as well. " FUCK! She will die if we don't get her help."

Tormund looked over Koner and grunted. He put his arms under you and lifted you with such ease.

"Common boy. Lead the way."

Koner nodded and started jogging to Martha's. Finally at her chamber door, he was out of breath. He keeled over grabbing his knees and hung his head.

Tormund was right behind him. He was fine. Totally fine. Tormund pound at the door with his foot.

" H-how?...are...are you... so strong?"

"Milk boy!" His kicked the door again. "straight from the bulls teet."

Koner lifted his head with his brows becoming one. "From the bulls teet?"

" Yeah! You have to get it straight from the source." Tormund kicked the door as hard as he could

"What the-" Koner stopped mid question when he heard a small laugh coming from you. He thought he imagined it. But you whimpered right after.

" WHAT IN THE 7 DO YOU WANT?!-" Martha shouted while opening her door. But she paused when she saw you. Martha looked right at Koner. " What have you done now?!"

Martha pulled in Tormund and motioned him to lay you down. He did so gently. Koner followed behind

" What do you need? Whatever it is, I'll get it." Koner's eyes were filled with tears that he could not hold back.

Martha looked you over and made sure to keep your modesty intact from the wildling and Koner. "We will need the milk of the poppy, and essences of night shade for after."

Tormund grunted and started digging through his fur cloak. He pulled out a small vile. " erm milk of the poppy."

Martha glared at him.

"What? I found it." Tormund grinned

Martha ignored him." We will also need hot clean water and as many bandages you can get me."

The guys left and Martha lifted your head so that you could drink some of the medicine.

" Stupid girl! When will enough be enough? Is your love for him worth dying for?"

"Yes" you groaned while passing out.

The guys return with everything martha needed. Once handing it to her she kicked both of them out.

" Are you gonna tell me what happened boy?"

Koner looked at Tormund. "It's better if you don't know. Thank you for helping us."

Tormund grinned and tossed him a water skin. " I couldn't find a bull but I found a sheep. Should work. You need to grow boy! No way you can lift your woman with those scrawny arms." He said hitting him on the arm

"Right."

Tormund left and Koner waited until he had to leave. He heard you muffled screams and all he could do was cry. He didn't want to go. He wanted to be with you. But all of this was happening because of him. He couldn't do anything to jeopardize his future with you. He didn't really understand what he was feeling. All he knew was that he wanted to hold you and protect you.

...

In the early morning hours Lady Mary found him on his patrol.

" Please Kony talked to me."

" There is nothing to say." He didn't look at her

" Please I'm leave soon. And I have to make this right."

He was so angry but he knew he needed her. He had written out a note requesting for you to join her on her travels. You really weren't going but your father couldn't see you that way. So in order to give you time to heal it had to be done.

" I need you to sign this." He pulled out the note and handed it to her.

" What? She's not coming with me."

" Just sign it. No one can see her that way."

" Then where is she going to stay."

" Why do you care?"

"Please Kony don't be angry with me." She said while grabbing his cock.

" Sign the fuckin note." He said pulling her hand away.

" What are you going to do for me?" She smirk

He hated her. But he had to do this for you.

" Sign it...and I'll fuck you."

"Here?"

" Yes here. But you have to sign it."

She turned him around to use his back as support. He pulled out a quill and travel ink and gave it to her. She wrote quickly and handed it back.

He snatched it and put it in his breast pocket. " Get on your knees."

She did so. He untied his trousers and pulled out his raging hard on. " Open your mouth."

She did so and he shoved his cock in. Fucking her mouth until she choked. She was trying to pull away to breath but he wasn't going to let her. He hoped she would just die choking. But when she didn't he lifted her and turned he around lifting her dress. He pounded into her so hard she screamed. He pulled her hair bringing her head up.

" I fuckin hate you." He said into her ear.

She moaned as she came close to her release. He thrusted as hard as he could to get her there. And after a moment her loose walls clenched around him. As soon as she was finished he pushed her off of him.

" Oh Kony I love you."

He didn't say anything as he fixed himself.

" I will be back soon. I don't want to miss the wedding."

" There won't be one for a while now."

" Well send me a raven. And I will be here." She kissed him on the cheek and took her leave.

He wished her party would be ransacked on the road by the Lannisters men. He prayed to the 7 she would be killed. He went to the edge of the wall and threw up. He was so disgusted with himself. The rest of his watch he thought about you. He shouldn't have fucked her. But he had to.

In the morning he went to Martha's chamber. She was just heading to the kitchens. He handed her the message to give to your father. He decided to stay with you. When he finally saw you, you were cleaned up and were sleeping. He took off his leather armor and boots. He climbed into the large bed and watched you. He wanted to hold you, but he was afraid.

" You should have let me die." He whispered. He watched you until he fell asleep.

...

You were asleep for days. You had woken up a few times when he was gone. But every morning he would lay next to you. He missed your voice and your smile. He wanted to look in your beautiful eyes and talk like before. Fight like before. His missed you.

A week later he had the day off. He had just come from picking you some wild flowers. You were sitting up on the bed reading. When your eyes met he smiled. But you didn't smile back. Your face was no longer swollen but the bruises still remain. He set down the flowers and sat next to you.

"y/n"

"Koner"

"I'm so sorry my love"

You closed the book and laid it down. You rest your head on his shoulder.

" When can I go outside?"

" Soon"

You slightly nodded. " I would like to rest now."

"A"right" he was upset that you barely spoken. He understood why you were so apprehensive. But he wished you would just talk to him.

He was about to leave when you grabbed his his hand. He turned to look at you.

"Stay?"

"Umm yes of course."

He laid down with you. You pulled his arm under your head and laid on his chest. This was the first time you have ever done this. His heart began to race. He tried to not move, just in case.

" When will we be married?" You asked in a sweet soft tone

" I-when would you like to?"

" as soon as I'm healed properly."

He agreed. "Whatever you would like."

"Thank you."

You adjusted yourself getting closer to him.

" I love you Koner." You whispered before you fell asleep.

He got this weird feeling in the pit of his stomach. " I love you too."

...

It was a beautiful night a month later when Koner was standing in front of the weirwood tree. Snow covered the ground with a few red leaves on top. Torches lit the aisle. He was dressed in his best. He was joined by Bran, Sansa, Arya, John Snow, and queen Daenerys. There were a handful of other commoners that you two were closet too. Normally such wedding ceremonies were for nobility, but Sansa and Martha had planned this for you.

You were stand with your father in one of the most beautiful dress he has ever seen. A long flowing white dress with a matching cloak and flowered embroidery all over the corset. Your hair was pinned up with 3 winter roses. He didn't know if it was the dress that made you look irresistible or if it was you who made the dress look exquisite. Either way you were magnificent.

-

" We don't have time for this John." Daenerys said in a hush tone.

" Common Danny. There's always time for love."

Daenerys gave him a thin smile. " But they are just commoners."

" They are family." Arya interject. Giving Daenerys a scowl.

" We know them well and they are like family. Unlike some." Sansa sneered.

"Guys that's enough. She's coming." John nodded towards the end of the aisle.

It was quite obvious the sisters didn't care for Daenerys. And they could have a go. But it was a wedding. Your wedding. They all needed to be on their best behavior.

-

While you were doing your bridal march you were squeezing your fathers arm. He looked at you and you looked absolutely terrified. He wanted to take you home but this needed to be done.

"Who comes before the old gods tree tonight?" Bran, who was officiating the ceremony asked.

As you stopped at the altar as your father answered.

" Y/n... She comes to beg the blessings of the gods. Who comes to claim her?"

" I Koner, guards men of the house Stark. Who gives her?" He said stepping forward towards you.

" Donnis, captain of the guards of house Stark. Father of the betrothed."

Your father took your hand and placed it into Koners. You hadn't looked at him at all. You both kneeled in front of the weirwood tree and said a few prayers. After you both got back to your feet.

"Y/n, do you take this man?"

You looked at Bran. And said a nervous" yes"

"Koner, do you take this woman?"

" I do"

" Turn and face one another."

You did. As you looked deeply into Koner's eyes your anxiousness faded. He smiled so lovingly down at you. You held out your interwoven hands and Sansa came with a large blue ribbon wrapping it around your hands into a knot.

"Let this knot indicate the strength of your love and be a symbol of your unity from this day forward."

"He is mine and I am his" you said your vows.

"She is mine and I am hers." Koner followed after you.

Then together. "You are mine, and I am yours, from this day until the end of my days."

Sansa untied you and you kneeled. Koner bent down to take off your bridal cloak. Handing it to Martha and grabbed his cloak. He dawned it on you as a symbol of protection over his new bride. He offered you his hand to help you stand up.

"With this kiss, I pledge my love." Koner proclaimed as he leaned down to kiss you sweetly.

...

The feast was filled with laughter and dancing. All were so happy but you. Koner watched you all night and not once did you smile. You hadn't laughed or partook in any of the festivities. Besides poking at your meal, you weren't really participating in much. You danced a bit with him but never looked at him. He was overwhelmed by his thoughts of you. Ever since the first kiss, something changed in him. Then when you were beaten and your innocence was so forcefully taken. He knew he loved you. He knew he would die for you. He realized there was no one like you. The comfortability you two shared was unmatched to anyone he has ever been with. He always found you to be beautiful and smart. But it wasn't until after the first kiss that he never wanted someone more. You had always been his world. But just then he realized he could never be apart from you.

But when your demnor shifted he felt like he lost his one true love. He lost track of his drinking throughout the feast. He was drinking his hurt away. Did you really not want to be his wife? Was how he felt about you now, not reciprocated? He thought that maybe you could return his love one day. But tonight was the bedding ceremony and he was nervous. Would you allow him to venture down there after what happened? Would you even like it? All these questions floated in his head as he poured ale after ale.

The feast whined to an end and you were carted off by a few handmaidens to his bed chamber. After what seemed like hours he stood up from the head table and stumbled a bit. A few of his mates surrounded him and were tugging at his armor pushing him toward his chamber. The air was filled with laughs and vulgarity. Once he was standing in front of his door he was swaying. He was now only in his braies and tunic. Someone opened the door and pushed him in. Almost falling he caught himself. He turned towards the door and closed it, locking it behind him. He could still hear the others on the other side shouting suggestions. He laughed and turned to the room. You were standing by the fire in your chemise with your back to him. He fumbled around taking off his tunic and positioning himself on the thin palliasse. He threw his head back onto the pillow and sighed. He heard you sigh as well and he propped himself up to look at you.

You unraveled your hair, shaking it slightly to loosen it. You turned and slowly walked to the foot of the bed. Eyes on the ground you untied the string of your smock. He could make out your breast through the slightly sheer fabric. When you finished pulling the thin string he was able to see the middle of your chest with just a hint of your large bosoms. He looked at you intently. In aww of your comely body.

You pulled the cloth off your shoulders and let the garment fall to the floor. Your bare beautiful curvy body was a sight. He felt his length erect immensely at your alluring thighs. He eyed you as you went to the available space next to him. As you laid there he turned to look at you. The room began to spin slightly. He took off his braies. He didn't notice that you had your eyes shut the whole time he was in you. He came quickly and rolled off. He really couldn't think straight. All he could do was fall asleep.

...

In the morning he woke up with a piercing headache. He looked over and you weren't there. He pulled the quilt he had on him back and sat up. He rubbed the back of his neck. He was trying to remember the night before. But he couldn't. When he sat up he saw dried blood at the base of his cock. He turned to look at the bed. The linens had a small stain where you had laid. He was confused. Did he hurt you that bad last night? Wait no he knew exactly where that came from. But how? He thought Henk penetrated you. He tried to think back. When he was on top of Henk punching him, he remembered that his trousers were still on. He got dressed as quickly as he could to find you.

He searched the castle grounds, the kitchens, the stables, and the market place. But to no avail. He went to your father's quarters and was told that you were in your bed chamber.

He knocked before letting himself in. You were in bed fast asleep. He went to you and laid facing you. He looked you over and saw finger print bruises on your wrist. You had bite marks on your neck. He moved a strand of loose hair behind your ear. Besides the marks he left you, you looked absolutely stunning. He kissed your forehead and said he loved you and promised to never be so rough with you again.

-

Koner took you so rough last night. It was as if he was some wild animal in heat. You had never pictured your innocence to be taken that way. It hurt so bad. But at least it was over as quickly as it started. You had always pictured Koner being so gentle and caring. But he didn't even kiss you and that broke your heart. You left when he fell asleep. You went to wash up when you saw the blood. At first you thought it was your bleeds but it didn't last long. You remember a conversation you had with Martha the day before the wedding. That when you lay with a man for the first time you would bleed. You worried if Koner would no longer want you after he saw that. So instead of going back to his bed, you slept in yours. You were so incredibly tired from all that had happened in the past few days that all you wanted to do was rest.

You cried yourself to sleep. Wishing for your friend back. Wishing for your Koner.

When you woke you found Koner snuggled up next to you. You smiled. After everything he still wanted to sleep with you. You haven't decided to live in his quarters yet. But you had hoped he would ask. Sure you knew that obviously a husband and wife should live together. However, so many things were out of your control that at the very least Koner and you would make that decision without influence.

You went to the kitchens to find food for yourself and Koner. Martha was in there with a few maids readying supper.

" Hello dear. Done already? We thought you wouldn't be out of that room for weeks." Martha teased

You gave her a smile. " I umm we need some food and water."

" Of course you do. You need to build up your strength again."

You smiled shyly as Martha filled a basket with dried meats, cheese, grapes, and bread. She set a large pitcher of water next to the basket.

"How was he?" She asked

Your smiled faded and you hesitated to answer. " Umm fine. Martha, how do I make him happy? Possibly last longer?"

She laughed." Oh darling. Just be a good wife. Do as he says, and stay silent. Don't resist him unless he seems to like it. Let him fill you with his seed as often as he wants. Bare his sons. As for prolonging his release. Ask him softly to switch positions. This will give him a moment to draw back. As soon as you feel his body tensed, stop. He will coerce you to continue, but just kiss him to distract his need to release. After a moment then move until you reach yours. But do not stop until he follows you."

You bit your lip and nodded. " Thank you."

She beamed at you and pushed the basket and pitcher towards you.

You went back and didn't see Koner. You went to his quarters and knocked. When he opened the door his frown turned. He seemed so happy to see you. He stepped back to let you enter. You went to his small table and placed what you brought down. When you turned to him he was sitting on a chair next to the fire. He looked bewildered.

You went to him and kissed him on his forehead. When he looked at you his eyes were filled with guilt. You had no clue what to do. So you started removing your robe and he was staggered. You went for your garment but he stopped you.

" No. Please stop."

You coward away. Did he not want you?

" No. No. Don't do that. Please my love talked to me."

But you didn't. You stood quiet while looking at the floor.

" Y/n, why are you being this way? Who is this timid creature before me?" He stood up and came to you. "Where are you?"

" I-I just want to be a good wife." Your voice was filled with doubt.

"You do not need to fuck me to be a good wife....I just want you back. I miss your smiles and you laugh. I want us to go back to what we were. Joking and arguing. I miss you."

"Is that what would make you happy?"

"Yes my love. But what is it that you want? What will make you happy?"

" Your....your love."

He cupped your face. " You have it. You have my heart....I adore you. I have not known love like this. But I love you. It came without warning. But I do....I love you."

You could not believe what you were hearing. Was this true? If it was, when did it begin? Your thoughts were distracted by a loving kiss. Your hands moved around his waist pulling him closer. Once you broke to catch a breath you whispered.

" I have loved you with all my heart for so long. Please do not trick me. I could not bare it. I cannot live this life without you by my side. Without your truest most honest love, I will parish into nothing."

"Oh my love. You have me. Do with my heart as you please. Because it's yours... Forever."

"Just love me...that's all I asked of you."

He pulled you to the bed and kissed you gently. You helped him out of his clothing as he rid you of yours. His lips only left yours to breath. Your gaze was full of affection and wanting. He surveyed you entirely. His heart fell when his eyes met the bruises and teeth marks.

"What is it?" You pulled his chin up to peer into his large dark doe like eyes.

He felt himself becoming tearful as he bore into your beautiful kind eyes.

" I never meant to hurt you...I promise. I will never harm you again."

You lifted to lay a kiss on his cheek. " I want you to do what you want with me. I am yours."

" And I am yours. But what would you want me to do? How should we do this? What is it that you would like?"

" I...I don't know."

He swallowed before he spoke. " Is there anything that I've done that excites you?"

You averted your gaze.

" No look at me."

You did and nervously chewed your cheek.

" Tell me my love."

" I like when you...when you kiss my neck."

" Like this?"

You let out a small moan when he kissed you tenderly.

" I like when your hand caress my skin"

He smiled into your neck. He ghosted his touch over shoulder down to your breasts. Slowly rubbing circles around your bud. It becoming hard as he flicked it. You arched your back at the feeling.

" What else?" He cooed into the slope of your neck. Leaving a trail of moistened kisses.

" I...I don't know....what have others liked?"

He lifted his head. " It doesn't matter what others like. Not every woman likes the same thing."

" Oh umm then I'm not sure."

He smiled. " Then we shall see what it is that makes you wet."

You sighed and licked your lips. " Okay." Your voice was sweet and soft.

As the night went on, Koner found that you liked when he tugged your hair slightly. That you liked when he pressed lazy circles around your clit. How you loved when he praised you. It was clear to him that you liked when he took your tits into his mouth. How he could make you cum with just one finger. You were clenching so tight that it hadn't allowed him to put in another. Your inexperience excited him. You were so perfect. He didn't want to ruin the night by just laying with you. So he focused on your pleasure until the early morning hours. He lost count on how many orgasms you had. He made a mess on the bedding from just touching and kissing you. He wanted to make love but you were completely exhausted.

As you slept he held you. He was completely and utterly in love with you. You were his and only his.

In the afternoon you woke up and took a bath together. He was washing your feet and remembered the time you were children. It was pouring out and he convinced you to go out and play. Your father just bought you a new pair of leather boots and a dress. You had muddy them up pretty bad. When you went home your father whipped the bottom of your feet so bad that you couldn't walk for a week. Leaving scars. You had scars on the back of your legs and bottom from when he stole a horse. You had taken the blame for it and instead of him being lashed your father punished you. You always did things like that for him. Always being reprimanded for his fuck ups. Everyone thought it was you who was the troubled one. But not once did you falter. Not once did you give him up. He should have known that you loved him then. How you've always loved him. You were there the whole time and he never saw you. But now he did and he swore that he would repay you for all of it with his undying love.

His eyes water at the sight of the brand on your chest. He's tears escaped when he saw all the scars on your back. You never deserved all that pain, all that torture. And he swore he would enact his revenge. What exactly, he didn't know. But someone was going to die. He would make sure of it.

After you two ate lunch together by the fire place. He held your hand the entire time. Stealing kisses between bites. He had a patrol tonight so he rested as much as he could. You laid with him until he fell asleep. Making use of the time, you knitted and read. After a while you left to your chambers and began packing.

When Koner came back in the morning you were asleep. He took off his armor and breeches. He climbed into bed and got under the quilt. He had a smile when he saw that you were also naked. With your back towards him, he moved your hair to access your shoulder. He left soft kisses there. You stirred a bit and your skin raised under his lips. He pressed his core against your warm soft bottom holding onto your hip. His fingers dug into the meat and pulled you closer.

You were still sleeping, but your soft moans made him impossibly hard. He continued kissing the slope of your neck down to your shoulder blades. Grinding his hips. He moved his hand that was on your hip to lift your leg over his thigh. Your body leaned back slightly so that your back was resting on his chest. His fingers slipped through your slick folds. He nipped at your neck leaving soothing kisses after. The moment he touched your nub you woke. You lean your head back to his and let out the sweetest moan he has ever heard. You rested one hand on his thin hip and the other was gripping the linens. He felt a small drop escaping the tip of he cock and he continued to push harder against your bum. He split your folds making a V shape with his fingers. Your whimpers gave him all the encouragement he needed to slip into you. Your shivering warmth hugged him. He was slow at first but as you rocked your hips faster he pumped at a steady pace letting you find your release. His arousal was shouting at him to take you. He didn't want to spend another moment without your flesh wrapped around him. But he wanted, no needed for you to cum. You were close by the sound of your breathing picking up and stopped rocking your hips. You arched your back as you came. He pulled away once your breath normalized.

You turned on your back pulling him closer to kiss you.

" Please Koner. Please I need to feel you."

He groaned at your begging. He got on top of you, positioning his tip at your entrance. Stroking it up and down collecting your wetness.

Your body was tense from anticipation. But when he pushed in slowly, your body gave into the pleasure. As his cock deepened inside you, he planted a kiss on your mouth. His tongue finding yours. You gasped into his mouth when he hit a soft pillowy spot. He lifted his head to see if you were ok. Normally he would keep going because he knows that sound better than anyone. But you, he cared for, you he loved.

" No no. Please don't stop. I like it." You whimpered

"Yeah?" He asked while pulling out half way and before you could answer he pushed in again. Getting the same gasp out of you.

"Oh fuck" he groaned as he picked up his pace. " Yes that's my girl...you're doing so well."

Your breathless moans and his grunts filled the room. He put his arm under your lower back lifting you slightly so he could fuck up into you. He smashed that sweet spot over and over again. Your tight walls bared down on him coaxing his cum. Unbearable bliss rose in him, unthinkable bliss fell on him as he felt this build growing. Causing tension in his body. He burst into you, with a rough cry that seemed to come from the bottom of his feet. He felt your juices mixed with his as he pumped the last of his load into you. Your body trembled as your orgasm came to a halt.

He laid on top of you after. Your body molding to his. All soft and warm he fell asleep. You smiled from such joy. This was right. You two were meant to be.

Waking up with him still on you. You giggled.

" I love you Koner." You said caressing his back.

...

Mornings after were just as sweet. Making love before he went to sleep was now the only way he could get a restful slumber. It giving you the energy for your day ahead. On days where you had off together, were days you never left the confines of his bed chamber. After a month you had withheld sex from him until he taught you how to use a sword properly. Of course he refused but his need for your body overruled his protests. You were terrible at first. Practicing in the courtyard. Once you were comfortable the wooden swords were replaced with real ones. But then it was as if you had started all over again. The sword was heavier than you expected. So lifting it was a grueling task. Hands full of blisters you prevailed.

One evening you and Koner were in the barn practicing.

" You're going easy on me Koner. What? Too much of a pussy to fight me?"

" No. Not at all. You're just too precious. Don't want to make you cry when you yield."

" You should know that I would never yield." You said as you swung.

He captured your blade with his. Pulling you by your cloak towards him. He tried to kiss you but you tripped him. Now flat on his back you stood over him with your sword to his chin.

" Yield." You said with a smirk.

He chuckled and put his hands under his head.

" Yield Koner. If you do. I will have my way with you."

He licked his lips and raised a brow. " I yield my love. I yield."

You tossed the sword aside and began to undress. Koner doing the same. You straddle him as he sat up to kiss you. Holding on to your neck as his lips moved down your chest. You lifted to your knees lowering yourself over him, impaling your body on his throbbing cock, taking him in so delightfully slowly that he thought the tension might break him. Your cunt gripped him so tightly it was almost painful. Then, abruptly, you forced yourself down into his lap, with a small yelp of pain and he was in you, all of him, buried deep in your clenching warmth. You pushed him down leaning over him, using his chest as support. He rubbed circles around your clit as he did his best to fuck up into you when you came crashing down searching for your orgasm. He closed his eyes as you rode him with restraint, not wanting to cum just yet. Your rocking became faster and faster when he hit the spot you craved. His body tenses as he felt you cum on him. Your walls drew out his love as they convulsed around him. He was completely drained from the days you withheld from him. He made you promise to never do that again.

Another month had gone by and you were pregnant. The joy that brought him was beyond anything that he ever felt before. But that joy was soon gone when Lady Mary decided to come back to Wintefell.

She had come in secret and ordered her own personal guard and Henk to take you. When Koner couldn't find you at home he went out looking for you. Once he got word of where you were he ran there. He kicked open the door to see you on your knees crying with your mouth gagged and with Henk holding a dagger to your throat.

" WHAT THE FUCK? LET HER GO!" He tried to run to you but Mary's words stopped him.

" You go near her and Henk will cut her throat."

He was lost and flustered. Why was this happening? He looked at a Lady Mary who had such hatred in her eyes for you.

" So not only have you married the whore, but impregnate the cow. And you didn't even think about telling me."

" WHY DO YOU CARE? SHE'S MY WIFE. LET HER GO!"

She walked to him slowly "Why?! I'll tell you why! You are MINE Kony!"

" I am NOT!" He spat not looking away from you. " Let her go Mary! Please...I beg you...let her go."

" Oh I will let her go." Her words seemed like a signal for Henk to cut you.

Koner screamed when he saw the blood drip down. He tried to step forward but a guard pulled him back.

Mary stood in front of him blocking his view of you. " I have a proposition for you... I will not have him slit her throat...if you renounce your love for her. Seek an annulment and take me as your wife. Then I will send her away to one of my many cabins to live out her days. Unharmed and provided for."

" And if I say no?"

"Well then... Henk will cut out your child from her belly and you will watch her bleed to death. Then he will throw your child into the fire. You...will be free from them. Either way you will be mine."

He could kill her and the guard, but there was no way he could find to get to you fast enough. His eyes filled with tears of a mixture of hate and love behind them. His hate for everyone in the room but you. The love he felt was for his family that he was trying so hard to keep ahold of.

" What say you Kony?"

He trembled. Hands clenched into fists as tears streamed down his face.

Mary knew what he would choose before she even gave him an option. So she moved out of his line of sight. He cried harder when saw you on your hands and knees. One hand was holding your belly.

He walked slowly to you and kneeled down lifting your chin. He looked deeply into your eyes and wiped his tears away. He put on a brave face to have Mary believe every word.

" The only reason you are alive right now is because of the child growing inside of you. The only reason we were ever together was because of you! I have never hated anyone more than I hate you! It is because of you and your father did we have to marry. I should have let you hang....did you know that? Did you know Sansa said I could have gone to the night's watch? But if I did, you would be hanged. I did you a kindness that day in the main hall. Now my debt has been repaid. I do not wish to be your husband anymore. I never wanted to be. "

He could hear Lady Mary cackling. As he looked at you he knew that you believed him. He tried to get you to see he was lying. But you look away from him sobbing.

Koner's words pierce your heart. You had worried about this before you were wed. But he said and did things that made you feel that he truly loved you. But it was all based on a decision. To settle a debt. How could he? He was your best friend. How could he make love to you and say those things? Were you so blinded by your love for him to not see him truly. It wasn't until you were put in a carriage heading south that you looked back. He was holding on to Lady Mary like he held on to you. Your world shattered into a million pieces that night. You wanted to die. You wished he would have just let you die. But now, now you have to live. Live for your unborn child. A child that you knew in your heart was conceived out of love. Whether or not he loved you.

Koner fought the urge to not run after you. Mary kept him firm in her arms. She tried to kiss him but there were watch men all around.

" Would you like to know where she is heading my love?"

"Doesn't matter. She does not matter." He said coldly.

Marry giggled. "Come see me tonight during your watch. I miss your cock" she grabbed his dick.

He wanted to choke her and watch the light fade from her eyes. Wanting to end hers and Henks pathetic existence. He was about to open his mouth when he heard the call. The time came. The white walkers were coming.

Everyone interrupted into madness. Mary held onto tighter as everyone dissipated from view. When it was finally clear he pushed Mary slightly.

" Where did you send her?"

She looked confused and didn't answer. He pulled her hair roughly holding her in place.

"WHERE?!"

" You stupid boy! I will never-" she gasped as Koner impaled her with his sword. Lifting her off the ground. Tossing her. He put his foot on her stomach to get leverage to pull out his sword.

As she laid there spitting up blood he could only make out one word she said.

" South"

He then cut off her head and went to find Sansa.

...

" Permission to speak Lady Sansa."

" What is it!? Have you taken y/n to the crypts?"

He explained everything and asked if he could leave to find you. But she refused.

" The castle is being surrounded as we speak. You won't make it out there alone. Besides we need you here."

"Sansa please!"

" No if she is going south she will be safe. Stay and fight for your country. Do not throw the life she saved away. She wouldn't have wanted that."

As much as he hated not going after you. He needed to stay. Before he left to go to the front gate he asked one last question.

"Was her life ever in danger?"

Sansa smiled. " Would it change how you feel about her?"

"Nothing could."

" No Koner. Her life has always been hers. And so was yours."

" So her being hanged was a lie?"

Sansa sighed. " It was a lie to get you to see your true feelings for her. To see the love that was always there. Everyone saw it but you. And now you would risk everything for her. Just how she has done for you... From the meat pies to a stolen horse."

Koner was shook. He didn't know Sansa knew about those things.

Sansa smiled. " Y/n is my closest friend. She has told me everything. Since you both were children she has loved you. Even with your hateful and cruel words. I know she will always love you."

Tears filled his eyes once more. He had hope that was true.

...

After what seemed like a loss, Daenerys and her dragon saved Wintefell. But the war was not over. Koner marched with the battalion to Kings Landing. Almost mortally wounded, Koner was taken to a maester to help him recover. He had lost an arm and his torso was terribly scared from dragons fire.

He searched for 3 years for you. But he hadn't given up. He returned to Wintefell to seek aid from your father only to find that he died of necrotizing fasciitis. He went to look for Henk as well to end him when he found out that he was killed by Nymeria when he tried to flee from march to Kings Landing. Martha found him at the front gate as he was preparing to leave again. She carried a message from Sansa. He took it from her and read the 3 words

'The Grassy Vale'

He knew that place. It was controlled by the House Tyrell of Highgarden. It was a 3 month ride. He said his goodbyes to Martha and rode off

...

You were hanging laundry while your son and daughter played in the grassy field next to the small cottage. You smiled at their laughter. The years were long and hard. Mothering 2 little ones was a difficult task. But you did the best you could

All of a sudden it became quiet. You instantly worried. Your hand was on a small knife you found when you heard a male voice speaking to your children. You rounded the corner and came to a skidded stop.

"Hello my love."

"Koner?"

"I have come for you and our children."

You dropped the knife. Standing there in disbelief. You have heard of the battle in Wintefell and the taking of Kings Landing. You had come to believe that he was dead. But you were obviously wrong.

" Why have you come for us? We are perfectly happy here."

His heart sank. Did you really believe what he said all those years ago?

" I have come for my wife. The love of my life. I have been searching for you for 3 years. 3 agonizing years without you and our children. I want my family home, with me. Come back to me my love."

" No tricks?" You voice was soft but weary

He came to you and put his hand on your hair tugging it slightly.

" No tricks."

You hesitated at first. But his eyes told you the truth. He in fact came for you and your children.

You threw your arms around his neck and hugged him ever so tightly.

"Mummy? Who is he?" Your son asked.

You pulled away and wiped your tears. Holding out your hand for him to come to you.

" S, this man is your father." You looked at Koner. " This is Donnis."

Koner kneeled down and smiled at his son. Giving him a hug. " And who might you be?" He asked his daughter.

She ran and hid behind you. Peaking out just a little.

" This is Kira. She's a bit shy." You said bending down and lifted her up. " Darling, no need to be scared. This man is your father. And he's come to take us home."

She looked at you and her eyes went wide. " Winterfell?"

You nodded and she smiled. Kira wanted to be put down. Once her little feet hit the ground she ran to Koner and hugged him.

Tears filled his eyes. Now his heart was completely. He was whole again.

" Common my loves. It's supper time.

...

The children were bathed and put to bed. You found Koner in the bath. Noticing he was having trouble. You went to him and grabbed the wash cloth and began cleaning him. Your heart sank seeing he's battle scars.

He noticed you were being extremely careful around where his arm used to be.

" I am but half a man now. But I still love you."

...

You met his gaze. " I do not see half a man...I see my husband...my Koner...even with your thin face and beard. You are still there." You cupped his cheek. " I will love you and I always will."

Koner nodded and pulled you to meet his forehead. " I am so sorry for all the things I have said and done...never in my life have I felt anything but love for you...I am truly sorry you had to raise these two beautiful children on your own...I vow to never again have you doubt my love for you or them."

" Koner." You pulled away and surprised him by climbing in the tub. " You broke my heart. But I have mended it with all my happiest memories of us..."

You leaned in and kissed his cheek. He cupped your face after. Wanting so badly to kiss those beautiful lips of yours. Then you stood up and climbed out. Holding your hand out for him.

You lead him to the bed and stripped out of your wet clothing. Seeing you made is stomach flutter. You were so beautiful. You went to lay down and he climbed in with you. He held himself up as best as he could. Trying to stroke your hair. You lifted up and met his lips with yours. Slowly you pushed him into the mattress and climbed on him. Guiding him in you.

" k-koner." You whimpered.

"My love."

You made such sweet love to him. That he thought that had died and went to heaven. As you laid beside you whispered.

" Take me home...take us home."

He nodded and kissed your head. " I will my love."

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Graveyard Siblings (5)

[Masterlink] (PART 1) (PART 4)

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Mari and Cass sometimes switch their suits as they have the same body type. Cass would sometimes go out in full Hellbat gear and give the appearance that Hellbat is out more often than she actually is.

So Orphan/Black Bat also sometimes uses guns.

This also helps with concealing secret identities. Maria was rescued by Hellbat from Joker’s Henchmen. (Vicki Vale was getting sus of the new Wayne and Hellbat.)

Unfortunately since Hellbat rarely comes out and she had already made all of her appearance for the month and it wasn’t a busy weekend, the public had come to the conclusion that Hellbat has a crush on the newest Wayne.

Basically everyone thought that Mari has a crush on herself. Which led to some teasing and escalated to Mari announcing that Jason had a crush on Red Hood on live TV.

It didn’t help that a video of Red Hood and Jason re-enacting Romeo and Juliet with Jason on his apartment balcony and Red Hood on the roof was posted on the internet a few days later. (Thank you, Trixx and Tim’s awesome video editing skills)

Sadly, it was taken down 24 hours later. (Tim and the others have multiple copies of it, on the cloud or hardware, hidden around in the manor and their respective safehouses in the US.)

Some people kidnapped Jason to hopefully gain leverage over the Red Hood and to their dismay and nightmares for years to come, Hellbat came instead.

One lucky and incredibly brave reporter asked why she was there instead of her brother.

Mari being a little shit, “Red Hood may be a tough and scary guy but when it comes to his feelings, my brother is a chicken.”

Pictures of Jason tackling Hellbat somehow never made it into any papers.

The criminal underworld hasn’t taken a hint and Jason has been kidnapped a few more times.

Other times Jason was kidnapped:

Robin: Red Hood made a fool of himself in front of Todd recently and he doesn’t dare to show his face.

Spoiler: He was taking too damn long checking his hair even though I told him that no one was going to see it under his helmet and he was so offended that he is currently sulking in the bathroom.

Red Robin: Red Hood can’t think straight when he is around Jason. I mean have you seen the dude.

Arsenal*during a rare visit to Gotham*: Red Hood owes me one now.

Dick finally ends it by going out as Red Hood and rescuing Jason. Gotham is happy that Redson (Red Hood x Jason) ship has finally sailed.

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Kate, Babs, Cass, Steph and Mari were out on Mari’s first girls’ night since her move to the manor.

This is set a little after she came back from Paris with Jason.

They watched rom-com movies, did hair and nails, gossip about the superhero community and bitch and vent to each other.

Marinette off-handedly mentioned the crazy shits she had done during her stint as Ladybug. It started with asking about the T-rex in the Batcave and she mentions jumping into the mouth of a live one before.

Everyone in the room was shocked and after a few more questions, it was obvious that she was very reckless and self-sacrificing. Yep, she was going to fit into this crazy family just fine.

And Holy Shit. There is so much trauma packed into this kid. She needs lots of therapy.

Babs finally decided that they all needed to get out and have some fun. All in their respective suits and they went out.

Joined by Harley, Ivy and Selina.

Plagg came along because I want Plagg to meet Selina.

It was a chaotic night and it was a miracle that Bruce didn’t find out about what the girls did.

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Batman and Red Hood were on patrol together when Selina jumped in front of them.

“Hello, Boys”

“What do you want, Catwoman?”

“I want to meet my new prodigy, Kitty Noire.”

Cue Marinette jumping down from her hiding spot, transformed with the Black Cat Miraculous. “Hiya.”

Red Hood carries her like a potato sack and points his gun at the other two.

“Nope, she’s my sister and I called dibs. I adopted her. She’s off limits.”

“Legally, she’s mine.” Batman coughed out.

“I did it first. Emotionally. She’s my emotional support sister. You have plenty kids already, B and Selina, get your own.”

“Hey, I am still here and can hear you.”- Maria

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Alya was worried for Lila. She had been acting weirdly for the past month.

She looked very out of sorts. Her clothes weren’t in order and her hair was in disarray. She had bags under her eyes and her eyes looked wild. Lila didn’t look like herself at all.

She jumped at any sound and flinched at really sudden movements.

Alya tried to find out what was wrong with Lila and received vague answers.

One time Lila said that Marinette is to blame.

Alya reaches the somewhat right conclusion that Marinette was haunting Lila and hurting her because Lila used to come to school with bruises and claims that Marinette did it.

Alya goes to Marinette’s grave to desecrate it. (Yeah, go anger the ghost that is haunting someone.)

Unfortunately, the moment she tries to do something, the sky turns dark, clouds appear and the wind begins whipping. A Lightning strike near her and there was a cloaked figure beside her with a scythe.

All Alya saw from the figure was the blood-red lips in a very sharp grin and glowing blue eyes, raising the scythe high before she ran away. The scythe swiped the air where her head once was.

Alya didn’t get far before she tripped and blacked out.

When she woke up, she found herself in the hospital with no idea how she got there.

She was told that somebody found her with a concussion in the park and took her to the hospital.

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The next one on Mari’s hit list was Natalie.

She wasn’t as involved in the whole thing like Lila, Adrien or Gabriel but she still did it anyways.

Her punishment is a little mild compared to the others and was more of a warning to Gabriel.

Natalie woke up in the middle of the night to see a not-so-dead Ladybug sitting on her vanity chair with the moonlight from the windows illuminating her body and her neck. Her suit was torn exactly like the day of that battle with blood dripping down her arms and from her open wounds. The shadows kept her face hidden but glowing blue eyes stared at her.

Natalie was scared at first. But she regained her normal cool composure.

“I assume you are here to extract your revenge for aiding in your unfortunate demise. But before you kill me, I regret my part in my entire thing and I apologize for everything I have done against you even though I knew it was wrong.”

“At least you show remorse over what you have done. Visiting my grave when even my parents didn’t and leaving flowers. I love those purple hyacinths by the way. Did you know that they mean sorry in the language of the flowers?”

“Why are you stalling my death? Just kill me already.”

“Madam Sancouer. You just played a minor role in my downfall compared to what Adrien and Lila Rossi did to me. And you showed more guilt over your actions than they ever did and Adrien claimed to have loved me. And like I have told the Bats, Death is too swift of a punishment.”

“Who are the bats?”

“None of your concern. You should be more concerned about yourself.”

“Lila sees the ghosts of her past and they haunt her. Adrien is in a living nightmare and has no control over his actions and is despised by everyone. What are you going to do to me?”

“Well, since you show some guilt over your actions, let me tell you a little secret. I am not dead. Not really. I mean I did die. But there was a spell in the grimoire that revived me. It took a few days to work.”

Marinette changed to her normal form. It was a little jarring to see an older Marinette Dupain-Cheng sitting on her vanity chair like it was a throne. The Ladybug suit and the wounds were gone. She looked a little familiar.

“Why are you telling me this? What was the point?” Natalie faltered as she wondered why the girl looked familiar. Marinette moved closer and her face was fully illuminated by the moonlight.

“I intend to take everything by which I mean everything from Gabriel Agreste for what he did.”

“M. Agreste just wanted his wife back. You just gave him your Miraculous, you would still have everything.”

“What difference would it make? Sure I had friends and family before but they turned out to be disappointing. I might have become a famous designer like I dreamed of and can't achieve because I died. Besides, he never said about wanting his wife to come back in his tedious monologues. For all we knew back then, he wanted them for world domination. He showed that he would end the world for them. For kwamis’ sake, he nearly started World War III, just for a pair of earring and a ring. He was willing to kill me to have her back. No wait, he did that too. If he actually read the translated grimoire or asked the Guardian or at least someone with magic for help instead or maybe used his head and made some who can heal as his champion using the Butterfly, we wouldn’t even be in this mess. Face it, Mme Sancour, your boss is a power-hungry and very controlling maniac who is also thankfully an idiot.”

“But- he- he just-. You are just a child, what do you know? M. Agreste knew what he was doing.”

“A child who had a normal life up until he tried to ruin it with his idiotic schemes and hiring Lila to do it. A child who had to fight a war on her own.”

“I am sorry you had to go through that but I doubt you and your little revenge rampage is going to solve anything.”

Ghostly Chains wrapped around Natalie’s body, squeezing tight like it was squeezing the life out of her.

“I was all for sparing you, you know. If you had actually listened to my side of the story, you would have spared from my ‘little revenge rampage’. This is going to be a little painful. Sorry about that.” In a tone that was definitely not sorry.

Pain coursed through Natalie’s body. Her skin crawled and itched as pitch back feathers grew out of it. Her bones turned to dust and reformed.

Where Natalie Sancour once was, there was a raven.

An omen of death and destruction for one Gabriel Agreste.

Marinette leaned down towards the raven. Natalie tried to peck her eye out but Marinette held the beak in a firm grip.

“Ah. ah ah. Luckily for you this is temporary. Mostly. Every night, you will assume this shape and each night the longer you will stay in this form. Slowly counting down the days until Gabriel’s downfall. Since you love helping him so much, you are going to help him know how long he has to live. The night you are a raven from sunset to sunrise, that sunrise starts the day Gabriel Agreste will be utterly destroyed.”

She released the beak and headed towards the window.

"Send him my regards."

With that, she was gone.

(Part 6)

[ezgithechaotic]

pushing up the dasies . peter parker

pairing: Peter Parker x Reader, Peter Parker x female reader

summary: Someone has been stealing Y\N's flowers, and she is determined to find who it is.

warnings: she\ her pronouns (don't know if this one's a warning), mention of the death of a loved person, graveyard

author note: I’m sorry in advance if I have any fault. English is not my first language. But please let me know if you see anthing that doesn’t seem right. I really have no idea if this is good or trash. I’m getting mixed signs. So, please leave a comment about what you think, love you.

As a comic book nerd, I personally love both Andrew and Tom's Spiderman. Just thought this story fit Andrew's more, but feel free to imagine Peter as your favorite! 

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The first time you realized a few flowers were picked from your garden, you didn't think much into it. The kids around the neighborhood liked to play hide and seek around your garden. You thought; it should be Thompson's girl, she likes flowers. It wasn't something that never happened before. You would simply plant new ones, it was no big deal, you could never get angry at children. But after some time, you started to realize the pattern. Every month on the same day, you found a handful of your daisies gone upon returning from your part-time job. Mrs. Thompson swore her daughter would never do such a thing without asking, and after the third time, you were sure somebody was stealing your flowers. Maybe it was that gruff man across the street that never got along with people. But you had a feeling if he had to do anything with your flowers, it would only be blowing them up. 

Peter always wondered whom the pretty flowers and house belong to. The post box just outside the garden said Y\L\N, and he had always imagined an old sweet woman lived in the white-painted house with a green door. And Peter hoped he didn't make the poor woman too sad with missing flowers. Boy, was he wrong. You weren't old, and you were furious and determined to find the person who stole your beautiful daisies. 

Your friends always wondered why you liked living in such an old neighborhood. The house was one of the few things your mother left you after she died, along with the considerable amount of money in your bank account. You could always sell the house, find an apartment downtown, so you can be closer to school that's what your friends told you every time you had them over. But you loved the house. You loved that the house held so many memories of your childhood, especially your garden. Even though your mother was a busy woman, she had always made time for you and her flowers. At the age of six, growing flowers with your mother quickly became one of your favorite pastimes. That week you did what everyone would do, changed your shift with Mary Jane to catch the flower thief. 

So, no, selling the house or letting strangers steal your lovely flowers was not one of the many choices. 

Now, Peter Parker was many things, but not a thief. Well, it depended on what you would call stealing. Surely picking a few flowers from a random garden couldn't count as stealing. And God knows he wouldn't do it if he weren't penniless. Trying to survive college and paying for an apartment didn't leave him much. The money The Daily Bugle paid was shit. He had been selling photos for the damn newspaper since high school, but it was no use, Peter had to find a job that paid more than The Daily Bugle. And there was no way he was going to ask Aunt May for money, even though she would be happy to give him some. But that was another day's concern, for now, the only thing he needed to do was be quick. Because he knew if you found out that it was him who was stealing, sorry picking, your flowers he sure wouldn't be able to swing away this time. 

Peter honestly felt guilty about your flowers, they were lovely. And he knew this was a safe neighborhood, so he had no way of paying you back with saving you. He had been visiting Gwen every month since her death. It was one of the few things he could keep up with after he graduated high school. Daisies were Gwen's favorite. Peter knew he could easily find another place to pick the flowers, but he believed that there was something magical about the garden. He felt so much love around the house. Maybe it was a silly thing, but Peter thought Gwen would have loved that garden. 

Y\N had been sitting on her porch, hiding behind the dark blue armchair, actually too anxious to face the flower thief. You felt childish after some time. It was just a few daisies, right? There was no need to act like a crazy woman. As you were getting ready to go back inside, you saw him. He had an average height, brown messy hair. He was wearing a black t-shirt and an unbuttoned baby blue shirt with a greenish-brown jacket. Y\N's anger turned back the minute she saw him touch the flowers. 

"You, flower thief!" 

A moment before, Peter felt like his whole body was on edge as if bells were ringing in his brain. But he was already late to realize she had been waiting for him and there was no way to run, he wasn't wearing his suit. Where were the damn spider-senses when he needed them the most? So, he just stood there, speechless, his hand hanged above the daisies. She was pretty, as pretty as the flowers before him. Guilt heating his face, Peter couldn't help but stare at you with his eyes wide open like a dumbstruck idiot. He felt like his lunch was climbing its way back up. 

You were now, standing few steps away from him. "You've been stealing my flowers for months!" 

Peter held his hands up in defense. "Look, I can explain." 

Y\N put her hands on her hips, one eyebrow raised, waiting for an explanation. Your heart beating like crazy. Even though it was still bright and you were in the middle of a road, he was a man. A man taller and despite looking skinny, stronger than you. But you hold your face as still as you could.  

"Go on then." 

Peter couldn't find the words to explain. What was he going to say? Sorry, I thought my dead girlfriend would love your flowers so, I've been stealing them, I hope you don't try to kill me. No fucking way. His mouth opened and closed few times, making you sigh. You realized the boy wasn't going to give you any answer. He was probably taking them to his girlfriend or boyfriend. 

"Are they pretty?" you asked, dropping your hands. Peter, very confused, kept on staring at her. You rolled your eyes at how silly he was. "The person you're taking my flowers to." Something at the back of your mind hoped he would say they were for his mother. Now that you were closer you could see the sweet hazel color of his eyes. 

"Um-" His hand went up, scratching his neck. "She is." 

She was.

He shuffled through his pants pockets. "I have a photo-" 

"No." You stopped him. "I want to see if she is pretty enough for my daisies." 

"What?" Peter tried to grasp his head around the idea. 

"I want to see her and tell her that her boyfriend is a thief. C'mon." 

"I don't think-"  Peter was getting anxious, now. How was he supposed to tell you that her girlfriend was dead? 

"Of course you don't think." You started walking. "C'mon, now. Take the flowers." 

Peter didn't know what to do so he went with it. What could go wrong, right? 

"I'm sorry," Peter said after some time. "I have no excuse for what I did." 

His head hung low, watching his steps as he walked. He knew he would stutter if he looked at your face. Peter had a habit of getting tongue-tied around pretty girls. And, well, you were the prettiest girl he had ever seen. Mind you, he wasn't even thinking about Gwen anymore, which made him feel kinda guilty. 

"It's okay." You had your hands in the pockets of your jacket. "My life's been boring lately. You were the only exciting thing, I guess." 

"I'm sure you have more exciting things than me." Peter still didn't look at you but you could see him smiling.

"It's Y\N, by the way." You kept your eyes on him. "If you wanted to know the name of a woman you constantly robbed."

He laughed. "Peter, Peter Parker." His eyes finally met yours. It was ridiculous, how easy it was to just look at his face and feel safe even though he was a stranger. His smile grew even more. It was almost contagious, his smile. He had something about him that made you wanted to scream and purr like a cat at the same time. You felt yourself getting overwhelmed, he was making you weak at the knees. So, you pulled your eyes away from him. 

Pull yourself together, woman! He has a girlfriend.

You were too distracted to realize where was Peter taking you until you arrived. It was the same route you took whenever you felt like talking to your mother. Peter and you were standing just outside of the graveyard. Your head whipped around, turning to Peter. He had a soft smile on his face. 

"Peter, I-" 

"It's okay." 

"No, It's not okay." You took a deep breath, pressing your palms into your eyes. "I'm such a dick." 

"No, you were just mad at me." 

You slouched your shoulder, didn't know what to say. What would even one say in this situation?

"C'mon." Peter's warm hand was gently holding your arm, now. "Let's go see her." 

You didn't talk until you arrived at the tombstone. Peter put the flowers in front of it. 

"Daisies were her favorite." He had a sweet look on his face, he put his hands back into his pockets. 

"They were my mother's favorite, too." You murmured, but Peter could hear you perfectly. "I think that's why I overreacted you picking the flowers. I wasn't thinking." 

"Oh, It's not stealing anymore, then?" He teased. "It's okay, honestly. She would've liked you. You have that fire in you like you could make the world better just with a gesture of your hand. She liked that kind of people, that can light the room with their smile." 

"I think I would've liked her, too." You said, your eyes on the tombstone.

Gwen Stacy. 

Her name was familiar to you. You didn't know where, but you were sure you had heard before. Still, you didn't ask Peter anything, assumed he wouldn't be comfortable talking about it. You didn't say anything until you were out of the graveyard. You knew you would come back tomorrow to see your mother, but with Gwen on your mind. 

The more you looked at his face the more you could see him. Peter wore his heart on his sleeve, he was easy to read. "You blame yourself." You said, nodding your head slowly. You smiled after seeing the face he made. "It's okay, I know the feeling." 

"Your mother?"

"Yeah." 

Neither of you talked for a long time. Peter could tell you weren't ready to talk about it. He knew it wasn't easy to open up, especially to a stranger. It'd been years since he talked about Gwen, so, he knew the feeling, too. 

You felt your phone buzz in your pocket. It was a message from Mary Jane.  "Just arrived home, you owe me." 

"That's it!" You exclaimed, remembering your talk with Mary Jane. "That's how I knew her name!" 

Peter, looking very confused, asked you. "What?" 

"Gwen, her name was very familiar." Pocketing your phone again. "I have a friend, Mary Jane, who went to the same high school with Gwen. I've seen her in the yearbook. That's where I recognized her name." 

"You know MJ?"

"Oh, yeah," you laughed. "We met in Brooklyn, probably four years ago. I think it was very late, some guy was trying to get her number even though she said no, like five times. And I hadn't had the best day of my life. So, I punched the guy and told him to leave her alone. We have been friends ever since."

Peter was amazed. He didn't know how much cooler you could get. 

"You know her, too?" 

"Yeah, We've been friends for a long time. My aunt kinda tried to set us up."  

You laughed. Peter and Mary Jane seemed like two opposite characters. You would never imagine them together. But again, maybe Peter's pretty face was affecting your judgment. You didn't know. He made your mind foggy. At last, you found yourselves at your front yard again. Your eyes wandered over the empty spots that daisies left. 

"Would you like to get a coffee sometime?" Peter was leaning against white fences that surrounded your garden. He had that sweet smile on his face again. "So I can pay you back for daisies."

You bit your lips to stop yourself from smiling so much. "Gwen was pretty enough for them. You can have some once a month when I'm not looking." Peter was feeling like you were about to turn him down. Both of you knew this wasn't really about the damn flowers. But again, Peter was every so often wrong about these kinds of things. "But you know, maybe not Saturdays. I'm usually free for a cup of coffee on Saturdays." Peter was ready to feed himself with only pasta for a week if it meant he would get to see you again. 

You could visibly see Peter's eyes liting up. "Just one cup?" 

You shrugged. "Tea is fine, too." 

"I didn't know MJ had friends like you." He said, intensely watching your every move. 

"Like me?" You were so sure something bad was coming, he was simply too good to be true.

"You know, this beautiful. If I had known, I would have visited her more."

"Wow, you are hiding a monster under that pretty face, don't you?"