#Black isle bar

[fallimentiquotidiani]

#Birre #Sul #Fiordo #Brenseria #Totale #Black isle bar #fort william #scotland

[mayearies]

CATS ALIKE .. miles g. morales ⟡

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 miles g. morales x fem! reader , fluff , no disclaimer

𐦍༘⋆ SYNOPSIS; you wanted a cat. miles did not. he made this pretty clear. he ignored, dismissed, and persuaded you to stop asking for a while. however, it came back again and again and again. guess how he caved.

WC; 728

𐦍༘⋆ NOTES; old fic i wrote also test for engagement i guess

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he purposely avoided your eyes for a while now. a little bit too long for both of your liking. he flipped through thr channels on the tv as he held you in his lap and you kissed him all over his face, muttering the word ‘please’ without break.

miles grumbled, knowing he would cave pretty soon. he had a sweet tooth for those chocolate lips of yours. he sighed loudly, throwing his head back on the arm of the sofa before looking at you with an annoyed expression. “if i do this for you, promise me you’ll shut up about it.” you nodded in glee.

you knew how to hold your end of the bargain, just one small favor. one small thing couldnt hurt his cold and stoic soul. he took you to the nearest petshop on the block since you wanted this more than ever. a cat.

miles didn’t like the idea. he was away most nights and didnt want something there to create more of a mess than you already did of his room (he would scold you but you knew he didnt really care that much). he could think of a million reasons why this was a bad idea. the only plus was that it was cute.

“which one you want, ma?” he followed you down the isle of cages and cries of the kittens, “preferably not the ones that shed a lot.” his voice sounded uneasy and skeptical. he knew how bad you wanted this.

“relax a little. these little things are so cute, how could you not want one?” 

he crossed his arms and watched as you stuck your hands into the bars to pet each one of them, to which some would hiss and deny. “maybe because i dont like cats,” he hissed. “their fur gets everywhere.”

“i say it’s worth it,” you replied sassily to match his tone.

“of course you do.”

you saw one in particular that caught your attention. a black cat that was missing an eye. the shopkeeper said he was born that way and that nothing was wrong with him. he was adorable, just as fiesty too. it didnt let you touch it until it smelled your hand. even then it was still ready to fight. reminds you of someone else you know. “i want this one.”

“the things i do for you.”

you laughed under your breath, “you say it like it’s a bad thing.”

that night, you were so excited to play with the little guy. miles however, could care less. he didnt want much to do with it. well, it may not come off as that because he bought the most expensive bed and cat litter for it, despite it being no older than a few weeks. 

you wanted to play with it first, but where’s the fun in that? “how about, i set up the cat litter and stuff and you get to know our new friend together?” miles raised an eyebrow as he set down the carrier. “is this some typa excuse?”

“no! just spend some time with it. last thing i ask, i promise.”

miles sighed and agreed. so much for promises. he opened the cage and waited for it to crawl out, but it didn’t. the sudden change in enviornment and scent must’ve been just kicking in. he reached his finger into the cage and felt the ends of the whiskers ticking it. then, it licked him. he wasn’t taken aback by it but it felt odd.

you finished installing the cat litter box and started walking towards the living room once you heard the tv on again, “so, how’d it-“ and the last thing you thought you’d see tonight just laid in front of you. miles was watching the screen as the little furball wrapped around itself on his chest. it was purring and by the torn fabric in his hood, you could tell it was kneading him.

“well, look who got along,” miles glared at you for that as you walked over to lay down behind him. “still don’t like cats?”

he playfully scoffed and rolled his eyes, his fingers drifting and gazling along the fur of its tail. “im still wondering why you chose that name for him.”

“whats wrong with it?” 

“who names their cat ‘meows morales?’”

@ MAYEARIES ‘23

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[idoodlestuffsometimes]

Does the BI know about the emperor’s brother?

Brother's Keeper AU Story Post 5

Metanoy's eye, Metanoy's nose,

Metanoy doesn't know his fingers from his toes

Listen all you children,

And heed the madman's woes,

If you play with wild magic,

Remember, it explodes!

- A Boiling Isles children's clapping game and jump-rope rhyme

(The answer is yes, everyone knows about Philip's brother, Caleb, Belos' brother, (Mad) Metanoy)

AU MASTER POST

BEGINNING | PREVIOUS | NEXT

[Image ID under the cut]

[IMAGE ID: A black and white ink comic page broken into two images. Panel 1: Coven scouts Severine and Steve are startled by a "BANG!" as they stand guard outside Caleb's dungeon-like door. Panel 2: Severine looks into the small, barred window as Steve looks on in concern. "Throwing books again…" Severine reports. "This is exactly why Emperor Belos keeps him in there," Steve says, "He'd hurt himself otherwise." At the bottom of the panel, sound effects: "WHAM," "THUMP," "SLAM." Panel 3: Severine and Steve return to standing guard, worried, as the entire panel fills up with "BANG, BANG, BANG, BANG" behind them. "I prefer the days when he just mumbles a bunch of nonsense," Severine says. "Speak for yourself!" says Steve. "The first time I did this shift he kept ranting about the end of witchkind. Crazy stuff, man." Panel 4: An outdoor shot of a bustling street in Bonesborough. There are many witches and demons going about their business, including Luz, Gus, and Willow in the background, and Amity walking in a different direction. "Poor Emperor Belos," continues the previous conversation. "I don't know what I'd do if wild magic drove someone in my family mad." On the wall in the foreground, attracting the gaze of passersby, hangs a large poster depicting Caleb hunched in his wheelchair. It reads, "REMEMBER METANOY'S MADNESS, BEWARE THE DANGERS OF WILD MAGIC." On another wall in the background, a smaller poster bears the silhouette of Caleb's profile and reads simply, "BEWARE." /END ID]

#Brother's Keeper au #the owl house #toh #Caleb Wittebane #Severine #toh Steve #Philip Wittebane #wittebane brothers #emperor belos #THIS HAS BEEN BOTH THE FASTEST AND LONGEST THREE WEEKS OF MY LIFE #BUT NOW I'M DONE #TIME TO DISTRACT MYSELF FROM MY NERVES WITH NERD POSTING #doodle art

[samheughanswife]

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Free weekends spent strategizing rather than trying to suggest a relationship by strolling through a venue as a mid level influencers bagman may yield a wider audience.

Gin o’clock here

[prettyboykatsuki]

ari if u don’t write sae i’ll actually go crazy/lh

ordinary business | i. sae

✮ tags ; alcohol, gn!reader, reader has an accent that progressively worsens as the night goes on, setting is in japan, reader is sae's manager, sae is an acts of service kind of guy, they eat ramen tgt

✮ wc ; 1.2k

✮ a /n ; stop. i dont want this man.

"Ramen," You moan, face flush and nearly stumbling over yourself clumsily "Oh my god, I want ramen. And I wan' a popsicle. Fuck it's so cold."

Sae puts an arm out to keep you from stumbling, but you regain your strength before you notice. He sighs, as you confidently march down the sidewalks and turn into the nearest 7/11.

He hasn't seen you like this in the three years he's been under your management. You're a professional, and you always hold your drinks well. Tonight was one of his mandatory public events he needed to keep sponsorship, and you went as his plus one. He's back in Japan only for this, and he'll leave the day after tomorrow.

You were well-behaved for the entire night, but the minute you got in the limousine - your words were slurring asking the driver to take you to the closest bar so you could party.

Sae doesn't usually worry and fuss over people like this, except for Rin on the occasion. It's just that it's you, and he's never really seen you in this state. He's never going to claim being a good guy, but even he has enough of a conscious to do this. To stop you? No. But to make sure you don't get into anything you'd regret.

So, he's following you. He's still in his suit but he has his security nearby just in case and to make sure there's no paparazzi.

It's also a little funny seeing you drunk. There's an apathetic college student at the counter who doesn't even look up when you walk in. You don't seem to care though, rifling through the snack isles with a hazy look on your face and no awareness of your surroundings. Every few minutes you hiccup, remembering he's here.

"Do you want anythin'?" You say, only vaguely aware of what's going on. He stares at you.

"Can't."

"Fooey," You say, and Sae has to keep himself from laughing "Jus' a lil. I won't tell anyone. Scouts honor."

"Why do you want me to have some in the first place?"

"It's fun to share," You say, giving him a heart with both of your hands, ramen tucked under your arm "Don't wanna eat alone. Please."

"I've never seen you this drunk before."

"Don't usually drink a lot," You say, going to back to stare at snacks with a thoughtful look on your face "But. Ugh. Y'know?"

"Ugh?"

You nod emphatically.

"So super ugh. Anyway. Have ramen with me? It can be healthy if we get you an egg, I think."

"I'm not eating the pre-made eggs. But fine,"

"Yaayy. Thank you."

"And I'm paying for it." He says, not turning around to let you protest. You whine a little behind him, a quiet and thoughtful nooo that he has another good laugh at. He'd be amiss to let you pay, especially since he makes much more than you.

That and the fact he's trying to confess his feelings. It doesn't seem very romantic to do otherwise.

It doesn't take any effort to grab up the stuff you've secured in your arms. The cashier rings it out quietly, not paying much attention at all. He only makes an impressed face when Sae pulls out his black card.

When the ramen is finally paid for, he takes his out of the bag and hands it to you. And you scurry over to the hot-water station and microwave, where he follows suit. He looks away for one minute, and hears you yell. You've burned yourself slightly on the electric kettle.

He sighs, stepping in. He flicks your forehead with his thumb and forefinger.

"Oi. Go sit before you do something stupid."

You fumble, protesting for a minute about the fact you can do it but again - it doesn't take much effort to redirect you to your set. You rest your feet on the place for them on your stool, swishing back and forth. Sae reads the instructions, making each ramen and returning. He grabs your ice cream from the bag and places it in the nearby cooler so it doesn't melt.

He watches you stare at your ramen while it cooks, a pair of wooden chopsticks sitting ontop. He just barely stops himself from teasing you about being impatient. You place your elbows on the table in front, drowsy and huffing - glancing over at him until he tells you it's been enough time.

"Should be done. Don't burn your tongue."

"Woo!" You cheer, tearing off the top part off, chopsticks in hand. You look pleased as you eat, not hesitating to shovel as much as you can into your mouth.

Sae eats too, though probably a little less enthused. The ramen is good. It's not easy to find good instant stuff like this abroad and he hasn't had it in a long time.

"Oh, I feel better. Eating... it fixes everything,"

"What exactly were you feeling bad about?" He asks between bites. You open the soda you bought and drink it down, before wiping your mouth.

"Ma wants me to get married soon," You say, with all the annoyance. He stops chewing "Which is sooo stupid. Says she ain't getting any younger so I should start looking. Keeps setting me up on blind dates."

"...You don't want to get married?"

You sigh.

"Mm, no. 's not like that. Just that," You put your chopsticks down, elbows on the table - chin resting on your palms "Want it to happen a more naturally. You're gonna make funna me if I keep talkin"

"I won't this time."

You snort with laughter, before glancing over at him.

"If ya say so," You turn yourself slightly, looking around before giggling "I want it to be love. Stupid right? Least for me."

"Why would that be stupid? Isn't that pretty common?"

"Hn. Yeah, maybe. But I dunno. Who's out there to fall for me naturally, y'know. I don't wanna force it is all. Just want it happen without me havin' ta chase it," You say, thoughtfully, leaning back but not falling "I work hard for everythin'. Just one time, I thought - I wish it'd fall into my lap."

For a minute he sees your usual self. For a minute, Sae is shocked by the feelings he's experiencing. He's always known it. Felt it, lingering in the back of his mind. He knew it intrinsically like some kind of base instinct.

But hearing you talk, the usual smile and level eyes about something so important makes him really feel every extent. For a minute Sae thinks, he probably doesn't just like you.

It'd be nice, yknow. To see the look on your face when it does really just fall into your lap.

"Yeah, you're right. That's pretty stupid."

"Hey, c'mon. You just said—"

"Not wanting to work for it when you're married to your job is fair."

"Are you tryin' to console me? That's not—"

"So," He says, pausing to glance at you "Tell your mom you're seeing someone."

"I don't wanna lie to my Ma."

"It's not a lie." He says, straight-faced and finishing the last of his ramen before turning to you "Go out with me."

#itoshi sae x reader #bluelock x reader #itoshi sae fluff #bluelock fluff #writing tag #man.... #man.

[stayevildarling]

hellooo! I know you've already wrote a bunch of fics with these characters but could you possibly write a story with cordelia, wilhemina and billie where billie invites them all to a party and reader bumps into her ex who won't leave her alone during the party? I honestly adore these characters together and you write them so well! ❤️

Cordelia Goode x Wilhemina Venable x Billie Dean Howard x Reader- Tag you're it

A/N: I don't know why but I can never write these three x reader and make it short. I kinda drifted a bit from the initial request but I hope it's enjoyable either way

word count: 7k (I apologise for any mistakes, I can't proofread long fics well)

tw: mention of physical and emotional abuse, past abusive relationship, cursing

taglist:  @lunaticwhittaker, @billiebeanhoward, @lanawinters-ily, @kenzbro, @minaslittleone, @httpfiftyshadesofgay,@whitelotus00, @ninaahs, @vintagepaulson,@isle-of-earle,@paulsonsratched, @stepintomyworld, @grilledcheeseandguavajelly, @lucyintheskywithxanax, @fanfics4world, @mymiraclewitch, @hazard-to-myself, @awritersometime

"Billie Dean, must you always be so dreadfully tardy?" Wilhemina's voice cuts through the air with the sharpness of a whip as she glares at the medium, who is leisurely applying another coat of lipstick in front of the mirror.

,,We are going to be late to this party you desperately wanted us to go to'' Wilhemina scolds, despite secretly admiring the view in front of her. Billie in a black suit, pearl necklace, the perfect set of heels, matching her acrylics.

Billie glances over her shoulder, her trademark smirk firmly in place. "Darling, punctuality is overrated. Besides, a lady always likes to make a grand entrance," she replies, fluttering her eyelashes in mock innocence.

Cordelia can't help but roll her eyes at the banter between her two girlfriends, already accepting the fact that they would be inevitably late to the party. ,,Can we pwease go Billie?'' you pout, your best set of puppy eyes meeting her brown eyes through the mirror.

,,Of course babydoll, let's go'' she smiles, glancing at Wilhemina before making a popping sound with her lips.

Wilhemina follows with an exasperated sigh, muttering under her breath how she was never going to do this again, at least if Billie asked. Cordelia and you shake your head in amusement, following the redhead and medium towards the car.

,,I'm driving'' the redhead mutters, trying to grab the keys off Billie Dean. ,,No way'' she argues before glancing at Cordelia with pleading eyes. Not in the mood for Wilhemina's road rage, Billie's driving skills that could for sure kill someone or Cordelia driving as slow as possible, you step forward.

,,Let me drive'' you beam, trying to grab the keys off Billie before you are met with three sets of stern eyes.

,,Absolutely not'' they agree, giving you that ,,you're a baby'' look. You simply roll your eyes, knowing it was quite bold of you and sigh ,,Well please can we just go then'' with your best puppy eyes yet again. And suddenly the three of them sort it out amongst themselves.

A while later, the music pulses through the dimly lit ballroom, as you examine your surroundings. You had no clue how Billie kept getting these invitations to exclusive parties but this was quite something. The theme must be ballroom meets club as the music was so loud you could barely focus. The decoration is fancy, chandeliers and even waiters walking around dressed fancy as they hand out champagne and food.

,,Would you like me to get us some drinks while you find our table?'' Billie's voice rings through the music and you quickly nod, wanting to get away from the crowds and loud music a little. ,,Do you need any help?'' you ask her but she quickly gives you a little peck on the cheek as she shakes her head, before you follow the other two, into another room.

This one is considerably more quiet, a fancy looking bar, the music still playing but less loud. ,,There we are'' Cordelia points out, extracting the chairs so Wilhemina and you can sit down. As you glance around the room you find Billie Dean standing by the bar, giving you a little wink before ordering the drinks.

,,What do you think of this place?'' Wilhemina asks as she places her hand on your thigh. ,,It's cool, I like the decorations'' you admit, meeting her brown eyes, wanting to make sure she isn't uncomfortable as you knew the redhead wasn't exactly one to party. ,,Are you feeling okay Mina?'' you ask and she stiffens a little at your statement.

However as her brown eyes meet yours, filled with such love and adoration, she quickly relaxes ,,All fine my love, especially when I'm anywhere with you''. Her statement causes you to blush as you avert your gaze, your cheeks growing red.

As you glance back towards the bar, you watch Bille struggle with the four drinks, so you quickly excuse yourself and make your way over to her. ,,Sure you don't need any help Ma'am'' you tease before she smiles and passes you two drinks. Your eyes wander to someone standing at the other end of the bar and your hands instantly start trembling a little. ,,Babydoll?'' Billie asks, noticing the shift in your behaviour.

,,Yes sorry, just thought I'd-'' you begin but simply follow behind her. ,,What? seen a ghost dear?'' she chuckles before you roll your eyes and hand the drinks to Wilhemina and Cordelia. ,,Thank you sweetheart'' the blonde smiles at you.

The four of you settle into the comfort of each other, music filling the background as Billie starts rambling about the party, the place and how she got the invite. ,,We should all go dancing'' Billie suggests, the excitement very visible in her voice and features. ,,Definitely not Howard'' Wilhemina warns, however as she glances towards you and Cordelia she is met with two sets of puppy eyes and she definitely has a hard time rejecting those.

,,Y/N I thought it was you'' a voice suddenly cuts through the air, causing you to jolt. ,,God please'' you think to yourself as your hands instantly start trembling, your whole body cringing and stiffening.

,,Samantha'' you mutter up your best smile, trying to hide the disgust in your voice.

Wilhemina and Cordelia glance at the person standing in front of you, brunette, about your age, wearing a very revealing red dress. Billie can't help herself, moving her hands toward the empty seat next to her ,,Please Y/N introduce us to your friend'' she ushers, and if looks could kill Wilhemina and Cordelia would have already sent the medium to the afterlife by now.

,,Um'' you stutter, unsure what to say or how to introduce her. ,,Cordelia, Wilhemina, Billie this is Sam- Samantha'' you tumble over your words. ,,Oh please Y/N, aren't you going to tell them we used to be a thing'' she teases before the mediums jaw drops slightly.

Cordelia's eyebrows shoot up in surprise, her gaze flickering between you and Samantha as she processes the revelation. ,,Oh, is that so?'' she remarks, her tone laced with thinly veiled curiosity.

Wilhemina's lips curled into a disdainful sneer as she fixes Samantha with a withering glare. "How utterly interesting," she remarks, her disdain evident in every syllable. "I must say, Y/N, I never took you for the type to indulge in such... liaisons."

Before you can say anything or control your breathing, you feel Wilhemina's hand under the table travel from your thigh towards your centre slowly.

Billie, ever the troublemaker, leans in with a devilish grin, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "How come you have never mentioned dear Samantha, babydoll?" she exclaims curiously.

You squirm uncomfortably under their scrutinising gazes, feeling the weight of the situation bearing down on you. Without realising you hold onto your left upper arm, a nervous habit of yours. Desperately trying to diffuse the tension hanging thickly in the air, you open your mouth to make some sort of statement but the brunette is quicker.

Samantha, unfazed by the palpable awkwardness of the situation, merely chuckles, her gaze locking with yours in a silent challenge. "Oh, but darling, you know what they say about old flames," she purrs, trailing a finger seductively along the rim of her glass. "Sometimes, they have a way of reigniting when you least expect it."

Instantly Wilhemina's grip on your thigh tightens causing you to jolt a little, Billie simply rolls her eyes, unable to understand what you would have ever seen in that girl, before announcing ,,I'm going for a smoke'' swaying her hips more than necessary as she leaves.

,,Billie wait'' you exclaim quickly and she stops in her tracks. ,,Please let me come with you'' you practically beg and she simply smirks before nodding and taking your hand. The silence hangs in the air awkwardly as Cordelia and Wilhemina glance at each other. Samantha simply clears her throat before standing up ,,I'll be at the bar, tell Y/N I'd love to speak a bit more later''. Cordelia's eyebrow again shoots up as Wilhemina's grip on her glass tightens so much that the supreme worries she might just break it.

As soon as Billie and you make it towards the balcony, you inhale and exhale deeply, panic shooting through you a little. ,,Now darling that was quite something'' she admits, taking a long drag of her cigarette. Your gaze averts hers, feeling both shy and embarrassed as well as slightly dizzy, the lack of food and then running into her definitely adding to your state.

Billie scoots closer after a moment before discarding her cigarette on the floor. ,,Now babydoll, before we go back in there, I wanna make sure everyone in there knows you are taken'' and as you gulp you already feel her lips trail down your neck, leaving marks as she causes you to moan a little at the sudden sensation. After she's satisfied, she presses a kiss to your lips, admiring her work, before taking your hand and leading you back to your other two lovers.

Your chest feels a little tight as you make it back inside, however as you see only the redhead and blonde at the table you feel a little calmer, however knowing the raging thunderstorm that was going to happen sooner rather than later. ,,Are you okay sweetheart?'' Cordelia asks gently, noticing how uncomfortable and stiff you seem. You simply nod, trying to meet Wilhemina's icy gaze.

,,Dear Samantha wanted us to let you know she would love to chat with you a little more'' Wilhemina informs. As your eyes fall to your lap, Cordelia and Billie give her a glare, knowing the redhead to be jealous and possessive and deep down so are the two blondes but they could clearly feel how uncomfortable you are. Billie's eyes linger on the bar before clearing her throat ,,Do you want to dance babydoll?'' she asks.

,,Sure'' you mutter out, following the medium to the other room again, Cordelia and Wilhemina following behind. As the music fills your senses, you let loose a little, relaxing in the presence of your girlfriends. Cordelia takes your hand, dancing with you, while Billie moves her body closer and closer to you. Wilhemina doesn't move much, she simply looks at you with her brown eyes, filled with lust. Before you know it she presses her lips on yours in a fiery kiss. Your two blonde girlfriends simply exchange knowing glances, expecting this to be a long night for you.

You find yourself caught in a whirlwind of passion as you dance with the three of them. Cordelia's movements graceful and elegant, her hand guiding yours with gentle touch. Billie's energy remains infectious, her body pressing close to yours, occasionally trailing more kisses down your neck, moving in synch with the rhythm of the music. And Wilhemina, with her intense gaze and commanding presence, leads you with confidence, drawing you deeper into her embrace.

With each step, each turn you feel the connection to your lovers growing stronger. Slowly forgetting about the incident and awkwardness from before. The air is charged with electricity, and the heat of their bodies against yours ignites a fire within you. You lose yourself in the moment, before you suddenly feel another body close to yours.

Samantha's sudden presence adds a twist to the dance, her body pressing against yours in a provocative manner. You feel her movements, her face moving closer to your neck as she tries to draw you into her rhythm. Cordelia, Billie and Wilhemina exchange glances, their expressions a mix of surprise and irritation at Samantha's sudden intrusion.

You try to politely disengage, subtly shifting away from Samantha's advances, trying to move closer to your redhead girlfriend, seeking her comfort and protection. However she persists, moving closer and her hands suddenly roaming your body, with a boldness that makes you severely uncomfortable. Sensing your unease, Cordelia steps forward, placing herself between you and your ex girlfriend, her expression firm as she subtly signals for her to back off.

"Hey, why don't you give us a moment alone?" Cordelia suggests, her tone polite but firm. Samantha's eyes linger on the supreme's and you can't believe her impossible behaviour. As you stand between Wilhemina and Cordelia, the music pounds against your eardrums, matching the pounding of your heart against your chest. Your entire body stiffens as you feel incredibly hot, your vision beginning to blur a little.

Before you can make your escape to the bathroom, Samantha's hand reaches for your upper left arm with surprising force, halting your retreat as you meet her gaze. The sensation sends a jolt of panic through you, your heart pounding in your chest as you instinctively try to pull away.

Cordelia instantly picks it up, the pieces finally falling together, having noticed, whenever you get nervous or feel uncomfortable, you would hold onto that same spot.

"Where are you going, darling?" Samantha's voice is disgustingly sweet, but there's a predatory gleam in her eyes that sends shivers down your spine. Her grip tightens, fingers digging into your skin, and you feel trapped, suffocated by her presence.

You glance uncomfortably at Wilhemina, Cordelia, and Billie, silently pleading for help. Their expressions darken with concern as they realise the gravity of the situation, their protective instincts kicking into overdrive.

"Let her go, Samantha," Wilhemina's voice is cold and commanding, cutting through the tension like a knife. But Samantha only smirks, her grip tightening even further as she leans in close, her breath hot against your ear.

"You can't hide from me, sweetheart," Samantha whispers, her voice laced with malice. "I'll always find you."

With a surge of adrenaline, you wrench your arm free from Samantha's grasp, stumbling backward in your haste to escape. Without a second glance, you flee to the safety of the bathroom, leaving Samantha's mocking laughter echoing in your ears.

Wilhemina's steely gaze follows you as you rush towards the bathroom, her jaw clenched tight with worry but mostly anger. But before she can even take a step towards you, following you, her attention is drawn to Samantha, who stands smirking in the wake of your departure.

,,What is it you think you are doing, Samantha?" Wilhemina's voice cuts through the air like a whip, her tone icy and unyielding. "You have no right to touch her'' she spits.

Samantha's smirk falters, replaced by a defiant glare as she squares her shoulders, unwilling to back down. The room crackles with tension as Wilhemina takes a step forward, her cane hitting the floor hard, her towering presence casting a shadow over Samantha. "I suggest you leave, Samantha," Wilhemina's voice is low and dangerous, her brown eyes flashing with warning. "Or you'll find yourself facing consequences you can't even begin to imagine."

Samantha holds Wilhemina's gaze for a moment longer, her expression a mask of defiance, before finally turning on her heel and striding away, disappearing into the throng of partygoers, faltering at the redheads words and demeanour. Cordelia and Billie exchange glances before heading towards the bathroom.

In the bathroom, the memories flood back with overwhelming force, each flashback hitting you like a tidal wave. You lean against the sink, struggling to catch your breath as tears blur your vision. The sound of your own sobs echo off the tiled walls, a painful reminder of your time with the brunette.

,,Y/N'' Wilhemina's voice breaks through the haze, her concern evident as she enters the bathroom, followed closely by Cordelia and Billie.

,,I'm so sorry Mina'' you whimper, scared of the consequences this night would have.

"Darling, are you okay?" Cordelia's voice is gentle. Billie stands beside her, a silent but reassuring presence, while Wilhemina watches you with a mixture of worry and confusion.

The redhead reaches out, taking a gentle step towards you as her cane echos through the tiled bathroom. As she tries to gently take your hand and guide you back into the present you suddenly take a step backwards, flinching at the redheads touch. Wilhemina halts, her heart breaking at the sight in front of her. ,,Sweetie, it's us'' Cordelia reassures and her words quickly guide you back into reality.

,,Can we take you home please?'' Billie Dean pleads before you simply nod, unable to form any words. On shaky legs you follow Cordelia before she asks ,,May I hold your hand sweetheart?'' and you take it without a moment of hesitation. Wilhemina and Billie follow behind you, quickly putting you onto the backseat as the two blondes settle in the front, Wilhemina next to you.

Three worried sets of eyes linger on you, and as Wilhemina takes in your trembling, exhausted form, her heart breaks yet again. Unsure whether she could touch you, considering you flinched earlier. ,,Little one?'' she asks drawing your eyes away from the window and towards the woman. As your scared eyes meet her own, you falter before you scoot closer, almost falling into her arms. ,,It's okay'' she coos, running her fingers through your hair, feeling a small sense of content at you melting in her touch.

As you're driven home in Wilhemina's arms, the events of the evening swirl in your mind like a never ending storm. Your vision blurs at the edges, the adrenaline of the confrontation with Samantha draining from your body, leaving you feeling weak and exhausted.

Once home, Cordelia gently eases you into bed, her touch soothing against your skin as she tucks you in with care. Your head spins with fragments of memories and emotions, the weight of the evening pressing down on your chest like a heavy weight, before everything goes black and quiet.

As you drift into a deep slumber, the three of them gather in a quiet corner of the bedroom, their voices low and earnest as they discuss the events of the night. Cordelia sits on the edge of the couch, her fingers absently tracing patterns on the fabric as she speaks.

"That was... unexpected," Billie begins, her tone tinged with a mixture of frustration and concern. Wilhemina nods in agreement, her expression grim. "It's clear she has no respect for boundaries," she says, her voice tight with anger.

Cordelia leans forward, her brow furrowed in thought. "I think there is more to this. Y/N has never mentioned her and judging by tonight, I'm not surprised'' the supreme admits.

Cordelia sighs, running a hand through her hair in frustration. ,,What do you mean?'' Billie asks, slightly oblivious and possibly tipsy. ,,I think she may have hurt her'' the blonde explains, knowing all too well about the effects of abuse, whether its physical or emotional due to her painful past.

Wilhemina's grip on her cane tightens, her blood boiling, regretting not having killed Samantha on the spot earlier. ,,We should talk to her tomorrow'' Billie opts, worry filling her features. Cordelia and Wilhemina simply nod, before collecting themselves, getting ready for bed to join you. Shuffling a little, you feel soft and gentle arms wrapping around you, causing you to feel safe, despite your slumber.

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,,Do you still love me?'' you ask, voice low and hushed.

,,What makes you think I don't?'' she replies, voice angry and loud.

,,Because you never treat me like you do anymore'' you think to yourself, knowing if you say the wrong thing you would provoke another argument and outburst.

,,Pathetic'' she screams, her grip on your left upper arm tightening yet again.

,,Please stop'' you cry out, your body shaking vividly.

Your sleep is disturbed by a haunting nightmare, replaying the events of the evening with Samantha in vivid detail. In the dream, her presence looms over you like a shadow, her voice dripping with malice as she taunts and torments you. You're trapped in a never-ending cycle of fear and despair, unable to escape her grasp.

,,You aren't going anywhere'' she threatens, her voice raised with anger.

Each time you try to break free, she only tightens her grip, her eyes burning with a sinister intensity. You can feel the weight of her gaze bearing down on you, suffocating you with its intensity. Every whispered threat sends shivers down your spine, leaving you paralyzed with terror.

As the nightmare reaches its climax, you find yourself gasping for air, your heart racing in your chest. You awaken with a sharp cry, drenched in sweat and trembling from head to toe. The memory of Samantha's presence lingers in the air like a dark cloud, casting a shadow over your thoughts and leaving you feeling vulnerable and exposed.

Jumping out of bed, you retreat to a corner, holding onto that all too familiar spot on your arm again, where your ex girlfriend left you withs scars of the emotional and physical abuse you suffered in the past relationship. Cordelia woke first, noticing your shivering form, she tried to hold you, soothe you but you pushed her away, not realising it was your lover. Wilhemina and Billie woke when you jumped out of bed, stumbling over things before collapsing to the floor.

,,Y/N, sweetie'' the supreme coos, taking in your tired, scared and trembling form. ,,Please don't hurt me'' you mumble, still paralysed by your nightmare and the events from earlier that night. The three of them simply stand there, unable to form any words, your pain weighing down on them. Billie swallows hard, feeling guilty dragging you to that party to begin with, putting you through the obvious trauma again. Wilhemina boiling with anger, unable to believe how this subject only comes to the surface now and how you haven't told them about this yet. She scolds herself for all the times she has been rough with you, raising her voice slightly or indulging in other activities where she was anything but gentle with you.

Cordelia takes a leap, knowing there was no right way to go about this. She simply positions herself behind you, leaning against the wall before whispering ,,Sweetie, it's me Cordelia, you are safe and I am going to hold you now'' before taking you into her arms. As she gently wraps her arms around you, pulling you close despite your resistance. She can feel the tremors coursing through your body, the weight of fear pressing down on her heavily. But she refuses to let you suffer alone.

As you scream and thrash against her embrace, Cordelia holds you tighter, refusing to let go even as you push her away. She whispers soothing words into your ear, her voice a soft melody in the darkness admits the chaos.

Billie steps forward, unsure whether Cordelia was doing the right thing, seeing you struggle so much against her touch. Her eyebrows furrow with worry ,,Delia'' she whispers, tears streaming down the mediums face seeing you in so much agony. Your screams grow louder, more painful before slowly, ever so slowly, your struggles begin to subside, your sobs fading into quiet sniffles as you lean into her embrace. Cordelia holds you close, rocking you gently back and forth, her love for you shining bright even in the darkest of moments.

Billie lets out a shaky breath, before meeting the supremes eyes, a silent thank you for stepping forward and helping you in one of your darkest moments.

,,I'm so sorry for taking you there sweetie'' she apologises, rubbing soothing circles on your legs as she kneels in front of you.

,,What the fuck has that girl done to you Y/N?'' Wilhemina snaps, unable to control her emotions, before you shiver into Cordelia, Billie noticing your fear. She balances on her legs before approaching the redhead. ,,Mina, please she's scared'' the medium pleads and as her brown eyes fall onto your state, her eyes widen, guilt overtaking the redhead. She meets Cordelia's eyes before turning on her heel, leaving the room to cool off, retreating to her office.

Billie meets Cordelia's eyes, a silent conversation between their brown eyes, following Wilhemina while your girlfriend continues to hold you gently in her arms, rocking you back and forth as you let go, accepting her comforting embrace.

In the dimly lit confines of Wilhemina's office, the air is thick with tension, her usually composed demeanour cracking under the weight of her emotions. Papers are thrown across her desk, pieces of glass shattering, reflecting her anger and pain.

Billie enters the room cautiously, her gaze softening as she takes in the sight of her distressed lover. Without a word, she crosses the room and stands beside Wilhemina, offering her silent support.

,,Mina darling'' Billie tries softly, as she watches Wilhemina's trembling hand clutching the edge of her desk, her knuckles turning white with the effort to maintain her composure. But beneath the facade of strength lies a storm of anger, frustration, that Billie Dean could see right through.

,,Please Mina'' Billie tries again, trying to remain calm for her lover, despite her own emotions threatening to spill from her beautiful eyes any minute. ,,It's okay'' she tries, unsure what to say to calm the redhead down.

,,Nothing is okay Billie'' Wilhemina starts ,,This is our fault'' she snaps, sending another wave of documents flying across the room as she swipes her arm across her desk. ,,Darling, this isn't our fault'' Billie tries, despite not believing the words herself. ,,It is, have you thought about all the times we have been rough with her?'' the redhead snaps, anger overwashing her features.

Billie's gaze lands on the floor, unsure what to say as her girlfriend definitely has a point. ,,I don't understand why she has never told us'' Wilhemina admits, her voice quieter now. Billie watches in quiet awe as the redhead slowly begins pouring her heart out. She knows that behind the cold exterior lies a woman of unparalleled depth and love.

Without a word, Billie reaches out and takes Wilhemina's hand in hers, squeezing it gently, a silent gesture. ,,I don't know Mina but she needs us, we need to be here for her now okay?'' she replies before her eyes meet the redheads. Wilhemina simply nods before composing herself and feeling Billie's gentle manicured hands take her back to the dimly lit bedroom.

As they enter, they find you tucked into bed, softly asleep again as the panic subsided, a new set of clothes as you drenched the other ones. Cordelia gives them a gentle smile after putting a glass of water down next to you. ,,Are you okay, love?'' she asks gently, meeting her redhead lovers tired eyes. But Wilhemina isn't in the mood to lay her feelings out again, her walls up high after Billie has seen her outburst moments ago. ,,How is she?'' she urges, taking in your sleeping form. ,,She's okay now, I doubt she will remember much of this in the morning'' the supreme announces softly.

,,Let's go back to bed'' Billie pleads, yawning as sleepiness overtakes her again. Wilhemina hesitates ushering the medium to get into bed before quietly leaving the room. After tucking Billie into bed next to you, the supreme follows after her redhead girlfriend. She finds Wilhemina in her office, papers scattered everywhere, pieces of glass, a reflecting of her anger on the floor. ,,Love?'' Cordelia tries, shutting the door quietly.

With gentle steps she approaches Wilhemina, sitting on her desk chair, head turned away from the supreme. As Cordelia carefully makes her way over, she kneels in front of the redhead. ,,Darling, look at me please'' she ushers before she is met with glassy eyes. Cordelia closes her eyes for a moment, not being able to stand the sight of her girlfriend like this, knowing how much Wilhemina struggles with showing her emotions.

,,It's okay'' she coos before cupping the redheads cheek and suddenly Wilhemina melts right into her touch, a tear streaming down her cheek. The two of them stay like this for a while, before the blonde tries gently. ,,Can you talk to me darling?'' she almost whispers, meeting the redheads glassy gaze. ,,How did we not know Cordelia?'' she pleads with her lover, after the weight of the events crush down on her. ,,I assume she didn't want this darling or maybe she wasn't ready to tell us yet'' the supreme tries, unsure of your reasoning herself.

,,But she should trust us, should have told us'' Wilhemina argues. Cordelia hesitates for a moment before replying ,,We haven't told her either darling''. Wilhemina's eyes shoot up at the supreme's, the weight of her words causing for her walls to build right up again. Of course you could tell that the redheads past left scars on her soul, the same with Cordelia. The blonde rarely mentioned her past, her ex husband and the scars he had left on her soul but you could tell. Wilhemina exhales a deep breath ,,I wish I-'' she starts not wanting to finish her sentence. ,,Darling, you have been nothing but gentle with her'' Cordelia reassures, knowing exactly what lingered on her girlfriends mind. ,,Not always'' Wilhemina whispers, barely audible, thinking back to the times she had been loud with you, rough with you and angry with you.

,,And she handled it with such grace, never showing any signs of being scared or triggered'' the supreme starts. ,,Darling, do you know why?'' but Wilhemina simply shakes her head. ,,Because you- we make her feel safe despite it all''. A small smiles creeps it's way onto Wilhemina's features, wanting to trust her girlfriend, believe her words and a small part of her hoping this was actually the case. Not being able to find another logic explanation she simply nods, her features softening before she presses a kiss to the blonde's cheek. ,,Can we go back to bed now love?'' the supreme asks gently but her gaze lands on the floor, the traces of her anger still there.

,,Let me'' Cordelia suggests, before standing up and with a flick of her wrist Wilhemina's office is back to a normal state, paper neatly folded on her desk, the glass fixed back in its old state. With a gentle smile the redhead thanks her before allowing her to take her back to the bedroom, where they find you and Billie curled up, softly asleep in the comfort of each others arms, before they join you two.

----

The week that followed was certainly uncomfortable. The three of them tried to talk to you over and over again but you brushed the subject off each time. Of course you remembered the nightmare and Cordelia holding you down as your screams rippled through the walls of the academy. But a part of you didn't want to remember, acting towards them as if you didn't. This had been exactly the reason you never mentioned anything to them, not being able to stand Billie's guilty eyes following you everywhere. Cordelia hovering and treating you differently. You didn't want to be perceived as different, weak and broken. All you wanted was for them to see you for the way you are and always had been. Wilhemina had been quiet mostly, barely trying to bring the subject up and you aren't sure whether she is upset with you or simply wants to give you the chance to approach her about it.

As the four of you slowly settle into the normality of your lives again, Billie out working, Cordelia in the greenhouse in between teaching classes and doing her usual magic things, Wilhemina working in her office. You find yourself, feeling useless all of a sudden. Usually, whenever you aren't working, you would do things around the academy and help out, having learnt in your life that the price to repay them could be these little things. Your girlfriends often didn't notice, how clean the academy was and that it was through your efforts. The fridge would always be stocked up, washing done, and food served. Sometimes, despite not being a witch and having no clue about witchcraft you would even help out some of the girls with their tasks, at least to the extend your abilities allowed you.

Wandering through the academy, the sun slowly begins to set and coating the large white rooms in a beautiful orange, you think about what you could do next. However, you had already done everything, going shopping, preparing dinner, doing the washing and dishes, tidying Billie's office and helping Delia in the greenhouse. For a moment Wilhemina crosses your mind and whether you should bring her some tea or coffee but instantly you feel a little unease, knowing she would probably give you that broken face again or possibly questioning you and you couldn't stand it.

The thought quickly vanishes, as you hear a knock on the door. Innocently, you make your way towards the door, assuming it's one of the girls as you saw some of them heading out to the markets a while ago or even Billie, although you didn't calculate the fact that they all had keys. As you swing the door open with a smile, it vanishes quicker than it made it's way onto your features. ,,Sam- Samantha'' you stutter, hoping this was just some bad dream again.

,,So this is where you live now?'' she questions, her voice sounding softer than the last few times you had seen her.

As you take in her features, a sense of unease washes over you, having learnt by now that there wasn't a lot of genuine things about the girl standing in front of you. ,,Yes.. how did you know?'' you ask confused, your hand lingering close enough to the door-handle that you could quickly shut it, incase you needed to.

,,Well after the other week, I did some research'' she speaks softly, smiling at you. ,,You live with the Cordelia Goode'' she states, meeting your gaze.

And right there for a second you think about the first time you had met Samantha. Maybe it was the way her voice sounded so soft and loving suddenly or maybe the fact she is wearing something similar to your first meeting, you aren't sure. Recalling the first time you laid eyes on her, how your heart fluttered for the first time. You didn't even know you liked women at the time. Always having been confused about your sexuality as you hated the thought of ever being in a relationship or physical with a man. She was so sweet, showering you in compliments, slowly stealing your heart away. She would keep visiting at your old workplace, always tipping well before eventually handing you her number.

After about a year, the two of you moved in together and that's when everything changed. Samantha would be tired after work sometimes, completely ignoring your existence. Then suddenly she would be very emotionally hard to reach. From showering you in affection and love to nothing in the change of an instant. It took another year for things to get really bad and when her tight grip first made an appearance on your arm, you knew this was a bad idea. It took you a long time to accept your fate and what happened to you, before eventually leaving.

You hadn't seen her in about two years, meeting Cordelia, Billie and Wilhemina at one of the most unexpected moments of your life and hesitating at first, whether that was what you wanted. But they convinced you, so gentle, so beautifully and after a few months you moved in with them, always cautious if you aren't making a big mistake again.

,,Darling?'' a voice pulls you back into reality and you cringe at the pet name, feeling like Samantha has no right to call you this anymore. Not after everything that happened and all this time.

,,What do you want from me?'' you spit, feeling a wave of anger and pain wash over you, holding back the tears and the lump forming in your throat.

,,I wanted to apologise'' she suddenly starts and this causes your eyebrows to furrow.

,,Sam-'' you begin, and calling her by her nickname doesn't only take you by surprise.

As she takes a step closer, she moves her hand gently, trying to wipe the tear from your face but you step away, knowing she was unpredictable and this could escalate quickly.

,,Babydoll?'' you suddenly hear the voice of a certain angel emerging closer.

Rolling your eyes, you know this isn't going to end well. ,,Please go'' you plead with her, knowing that Billie for sure wasn't going to take this well. ,,Why? so you can go back to your sugar mommies?'' she suddenly snaps, anger overtaking you at hearing her statement.

,,Give me another chance, I can make you happy Y/N, I'm so sorry about everything'' she pleads, her voice sounding softer again.

Before you can even reply, you see Billie approach, after having parked her car and hearing your voice. The medium simply looks at you and Samantha before walking over to you, positioning herself in front of you, her hand reaching for yours hastily. ,,How have you found this adress?'' Billie asks sternly, her protective instincts kicking in.

Samantha simply rolls her eyes before scoffing ,,How hard do you think it is to find you all? Medium to the stars, Supreme to this coven and whoever the fuck that other weirdo is'' making some weird hand gestures as she exaggerates her statement.

,,Sam'' you express, stepping forward a little but Billie's grip on your hand tightens. ,,You need to leave, please'' you urge, afraid Wilhemina or Cordelia would get ahold of this situation.

,,Fine'' she mumbles before meeting your eyes again. ,,But do you know how I know you still love me?'' she asks as she turns on her heels. ,,You call me Sam- that same way you always have'' and with those words she leaves, leaving a furious Billie Dean behind as well as you struggling to comprehend the whole thing and her words.

,,Babydoll?'' Billie asks after she made sure Samantha left. ,,Are you okay?'' she tries, cupping your cheeks and noticing the dampness of them. ,,I'm fine Billie'' you mumble, reaching for her handbag she abandoned on the floor, before walking inside.

As you make your way to the kitchen, Billie following behind, her heels echoing through the quiet academy. ,,Hey, talk to me'' she tries, noticing how quiet and tense you seem, very unlike you. ,,Just please Billie, don't tell Mina or Delia, they will be furious'' you try as you meet her gaze.

However as her eyes wander from yours into the room, you can tell they are both already there. ,,Don't tell us what?'' Wilhemina questions, her voice sounding stern. You don't turn around, not wanting to meet their gazes and so you simply plead with the medium still standing in front of you. ,,Baby'' Billie tries, tilting her head, knowing she couldn't do what you are asking of her, especially with Cordelia being the supreme and being able to read both of your thoughts if needed.

,,Fine'' you simply mutter, before discarding her handbag on the table, leaving the room, not daring to look at Cordelia or Wilhemina as you make your way towards the stairs. ,,Where are you going sweetheart?'' Cordelia tries but you are already gone. Retreating to the comfort of your bedroom, lost in a whirlwind of emotions, Sam's words still replaying in your mind.

,,Billie darling, what's going on'' Cordelia tries gently, meeting her brown eyes with pleading ones. ,,Samantha was just here'' Billie admits, feeling guilty but knowing this couldn't be avoided. A bang of a cane follows her statement, anger overtaking the redhead. ,,What?'' Cordelia questions sternly, her gaze following where you stood moments ago and wandering towards the stairs. ,,How did she find her?'' Wilhemina exclaims angrily, scolding herself for not being there when this unfolded.

,,Apparently it's not hard to find us'' the medium exclaims, lighting a cigarette nervously. ,,Well what happened?'' Cordelia asks, ushering the medium to sit down and the same for the redhead. As Billie takes a seat by the kitchen table, Cordelia following behind, Wilhemina remains standing, balancing the weight of her emotions on her cane, her knuckles turning white. ,,I'm not sure, I found them talking, I think she was apologising to Y/N and she-'' Billie starts but stops herself before carrying on.

,,And what?'' Wilhemina snaps before Cordelia and Billie's head travel in her direction. ,,She said she knows Y/N still loves her and that she wants her back'' the medium can barely finish the statement before a tear rolls down her cheeks. An angry cane bang follows yet again, causing Billie to jolt a little. ,,Pathetic'' the redhead exclaims angrily, before turning on her heel and making her way upstairs, Cordelia trying to stop her with each steps she is taking. ,,Don't'' she tries but Wilhemina can't be stopped, despite their desperate attempts.

As the door swings open, you see the three of them walking in, Cordelia and Billie in front of Wilhemina, as to shield you from the force that was about to happen. Your hearts begin banging against your chest angrily, matching the banging of Wilhemina's cane. ,,So you wanted to keep this from us?'' she starts as she halts her steps.

,,Yes'' you mumble, meeting Cordelia's worried and Billie's guilty eyes. ,,And why is that?'' the redhead questions, her voice sounding more neutral than you expect it to, given the circumstances but Wilhemina knew how to compose herself. ,,Because of this'' you exclaim, anger overwashing your features as your voice raises slightly.

,,Are you actually considering it?'' Wilhemina suddenly snaps, her walls building up high. ,,What?'' you question confused before she finishes her final attack ,,Are you going back to her?'' she spits before Cordelia immediately cuts her off. ,,Wilhemina stop'' she threatens, stepping in between you and the redhead, not wanting this to escalate further.

,,No of course not'' the words flow freely from you now, unable to contain your emotions any longer. ,,Why would I want to do that?'' you question ,,Why would I ever go back to her? she hurt me, shouted at me if I didn't finish the dishes, washing, had food on the table when she returned. Why would I ever go back? when she treated me like she loved me so much but then would stop talking to me on other days?'' with each revelation of your past relationship Cordelia and Billie's jaw drop, only now understanding the extent of the abuse you have suffered. Tears linger in their eyes as they stand frozen in their spot.

,,And this'' you begin before pointing towards the redhead ,,This is what I didn't want, the constant hovering, worry, guilt in your eyes. Looking at me as if I'm some-'' you pause then as tears threaten to spill from your eyes. ,,As if'' you take a deep breath, the words and truth knocking the air from your lungs ,,As if I'm broken'' you admit before angrily wiping the tears from your face, not wanting them to see you so vulnerable and indeed broken.

Neither of them speak and you aren't sure what to take their silence for, not realising that both Cordelia and Billie are crying, Wilhemina's features so much softer but filled with so much pain at the same time. ,,I'll go'' you begin again, before walking over to your dresser, ready to fit all your belongings into a bag. ,,What?'' Billie questions shakily.

,,Sweetheart?'' Cordelia questions, not understanding your sudden change of demeanour. ,,I'll leave, so you can have your picture perfect live again, without me'' you admit, now tears streaming down your face again as you keep in the sobs that are threatening to follow soon after. ,,Without this broken me'' you mutter to yourself as you angrily reach for clothes and fail to crumble them into a bag that you found laying around.

,,Little one?'' you suddenly hear Wilhemina's voice ring through the chaos and storm, causing for your ears to ring, hence why you didn't hear her approaching. Her arms find their way around your trembling form, abandoning her cane. ,,Little one'' she tries again before you collapse into the redhead, sinking to the floor as you couldn't stand all the emotions within you, anger, shame, guilt, sadness. She kneels then, ignoring the aching of her back or Cordelia's pleas for her to take over. But she had upset you, so she needed to fix this.

,,Shh'' she coos as you sit on the floor, sobbing into her chest. ,,I'm sorry'' you muffle through sobs ,,I wanted to tell you all but I didn't know how'' you carry on ,,I never thought I would have to see her again'' you finish before the supreme takes over, steadying Wilhemina and taking your sobbing form over to the comfort and safety of the bed.

The room fills with silence as you sit on the bed, sobbing into Wilhemina's chest, her leaning against the head frame of the bed, her back now much more comfortable, although her heart singing a different tune against your head resting on her chest.

,,Sweetie?'' Cordelia tries gently, kneeling next to you and the redhead, Billie hovering nearby. ,,Listen to me, none of this is your fault'' she begins, meeting your eyes as she says those words. ,,It's within your right not to tell us and we aren't upset with you'' she explains. ,,We are worried about you and want to take care of you, will you just let us do that my sweet girl?'' she tries and you simply nod, meeting her brown reassuring eyes.

,,Good girl'' she praises, a sigh of relief leaving her lips.

For a while, you stay like this, you aren't sure how much time had passed as the sky was pitch black by now, the only light source a little lamp in the corner that Cordelia kept on for you, just in case. Billie and Cordelia eventually fell asleep, assuming that you also drifted off to sleep in Wilhemina's chest. However you are still laying awake, listening to the redheads heartbeat, thinking back to the couple of days and regretting your outburst before.

,,Little one?'' Wilhemina whispers, startling you a little as you didn't expect anyone awake. You look up, eyes meeting the redheads, her expression warm, soft and gentle. ,,I'm so sorry about before'' she begins, struggling initially to get the words out. She presses a soft kiss to your nose, causing you to giggle a little. ,,I just wish you had told me so I wouldn't have been as harsh and ..'' but she doesn't finish her sentence, her gaze simply averting yours. ,,Mina?'' you whisper, drawing your attention back to her. ,,I don't mind it, I didn't even realise any of that, because you.. you make me feel safe and I trust you'' you confess.

Her gaze averts yours again but this time you feel tears run down her beautiful features but you are quick to catch them. The redhead can't comprehend a reply, simply deeply touched by your statement and a weight lifting off her shoulders a little through your confession. ,,I'll always keep you safe little one, always'' she promises before you comfortable lay in her arms, Cordelia having sleepily overheard the whole thing and simply smiling contently before wrapping an arm around you.

#sarah paulson #cordelia goode #wilhemina venable #billie dean howard #ahs #american horror story #sarah paulson x reader #cordelia goode x reader #ahs coven #ahs apocalypse #ahs hotel #Cordelia Goode x reader #Billie Dean Howard. reader #Wilhemina Venable x reader

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Can I pls have "you made me a better person" with Santiago Garcia?

A Better Person

Pairing: Santiago Garcia x f!reader

Word Count: 650+

Rating: Mature - 18+ ONLY!

Warnings: Just like ao3, “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the age to handle mature themes. Also by clicking Keep Reading, you understand warnings may not be complete in order to avoid spoilers for the story. 

Notes: Santi deserved to have some soft fluff love 

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Santi never thought he would settle down. He definitely dated, but no one seemed right, no one made him want to stay and look for no one else, no one made him feel special, important.

Until you came along. 

It was unexpected, a random encounter out in the world rather than at a bar or on one of those dating apps. You’d both reached for the same random flavor of chip on the shelf, Santi nearly choking on air as he took you in, his stomach leaping into his throat. He made small talk, flirted a bit, and oh my God when you laughed, the entire world laughed with you. He asked you out and you seemed shocked, like no one had ever asked you out before. 

That was a year and a half ago.

Inseparable, you and Santi had moved in together after a year, a big step that Santi had never thought to take with anyone else. But now that you’re here? Everyday? He was so happy he thought his heart would burst from his chest. Getting to wake up next to you every day was his own personal heaven on earth, listening to the little sleepy sounds he’d pull from you when he ducked his head under the covers and shifted between your thighs. He didn’t see how he could get any happier.

Well…there was one way. 

It was grocery day and Santi and you were at the store, picking up the things on your list and also checking out some new items. He seemed a little extra handsy today, always wanting to be touching you, his eyes nearly never leaving you. You turn the corner and head down the next isle, pausing to reach up for the same flavor of chips that you’d reached for when you met Santi.

“We gotta have thes-”

Words die on your lips when you turn around, seeing Santi on one knee, gently taking your hand, his eyes never leaving yours. 

“Querida, before I met you, I was lost. I wasn’t the worst guy ever but I also wasn’t great. I’ve done some terrible things and I thought I was destined to just waste away, find no true love in this life. But then you came along and I was instantly drawn to you, falling in love the second you looked at me. I’m still shocked you agreed to go out with me,” He chuckles and you feel tears start to well up in your eyes. 

“Every day with you has been the best day of my life. You made me a better person, a person worthy of your love, and for that, I am forever indebted to you. And I want to spend the rest of my life, and whatever lays beyond, trying to repay you. Querida, will you marry me?”

Santi holds out a small black box, opening it to reveal the most gorgeous ring you’d ever seen, exactly your style. 

“Oh, Santi! YES! YES I would love to marry you!”

The widest smile stretches across Santi’s face as he slides the ring on your finger, standing up with a slight groan that was cut off by your lips on his, applause from the other customers fading in the background as you kissed him deeply, arms wrapping around his neck. He pulls back, putting his forehead to yours. 

“I love you, querida.”

“I love you, Santi.”

Within a few months, you became Mrs. Garcia and never go a day without being loved. 

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[soccerwag]

I cant sleep and I’m craving a Gavi fanfic so I’m going to write one.

Carrying a part of you

Summary: Gavi and y/n weren’t friends, weren’t close at all, some even considered them enemies but a party with mutual friends lead the two to a future they would’ve never saw coming.

Pairing: Gavi x fem reader

Warnings: mentions of sex, pregnancy, anxiety, mentions of drinking. other than that pure fluff

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There you were, standing in the house of a mutual friend between you and gavi. You had worn a tight fitting shirt black dress. Your friend Balde had invited you to celebrate with him and the other teammates and friends on their winning game that week. Of course you agreed. I mean you weren’t too ecstatic about seeing gavi but it would be crowded so you could avoid him surely right?

Wrong.

You walked over to the little bar they had set up and ordered a few drinks. You had a really stressful week this week from moving houses and finishing uni. You were downing you 4th or 5th drink and you were now drunk, not blacked out drunk but enough to slur your words and settle your mind from all the racing anxiety.

Someone had walked up beside you. You didn’t bother to turn to look because right now you were focused on you. That was until the familiar voice spoke to you.

“You know, I never would’ve known you knew how to make yourself look somewhat appealing to the eye.” Gavi said to you.

All you did was scoff. You turned to look at him dead in the eyes, piercing his.

“And yet you can’t even achieve that gavira.” You said in a harsh tone.

He just smirked at your response then offered his hand to dance. You hated him but your drunken mind wasn’t thinking straight enough to argue so you gave him your hand.

Pablo didn’t actually hate you, quite frankly he adored you, admired you but he was scared of his own feelings so in return he was mean to you to push those feelings away. Tonight though was going to be the night he slipped up, the night he showed you how much he actually liked you.

You guys began to dance. You were actually enjoying yourself, he held you rather gently, twirling you and dipping you. You just assumed he was as drunk as you.

The night went on and at some point you and Pablo got close, real close. You guys ran off to an empty bedroom. And the rest of the night was a blur of pleasure and sexual tension.

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You woke up the next morning, somehow back in your house. You don’t remember how you got home but a part of you was glad you were home. The last thing you remember was gavi kissing you and whispering something that you couldn’t quite remember.

You went back to your normal life again. Although things between you and Pablo had changed slightly. He wasn’t mean anymore, he stilled trashed you but he was more gentle with you, like he was more caring.

A few weeks have past by now. Everything felt off but not in a bad way but also not in a good way. You were sick and emotional. At first you had thought it was your period, that was until you realized your period was weeks late.

“Oh no…” you said to yourself.

You tan and grabbed your keys before heading to your local pharmacy. You went from isle to isle looking for the pregnancy tests until you found them, you grabbed two boxes, you wanted to make sure all the answers would come out the same. You went and paid for them and on the way home your anxiety was at it’s all time highest. You can’t have a baby not right now, not with Pablo was all you were thinking.

You parked your car before going inside heading straight to the bathroom. You had grabbed a cup and peed in it before taking a  syringe and putting pee on all four of the tests. You were not slightly shaking, tapping your foot and biting your nails. Within seconds, before the 15 minutes the box told you to wait, the answer was there, clear as day.

You were pregnant.

You broke down crying. Clenching your knees to your chest. How could you let yourself let this happen. You were angry and anxious and scared. You somehow got the courage to reach for your phone and dial and all too familiar number.

At first you thought he wasn’t going to pick up, the phone kept ringing and ringing. Just as you were about to hang up you heard his voice.

“Hey y/n what’s up? I’m at training right now.” He said in a slightly annoyed but worried tone.

“Can you just come to my place please, it’s an emergency.” You said crying softly into the phone.

When Pablo heard your whimpers he immediately said see you soon before hanging up. All his teammates were confused as he bolted out of the stadium before getting a cab to your place.

After a little bit you heard a knock on your door. You opened it and immediately fell into Pablo’s arms, crying.

He comforted you by rubbing your back and hair and saying everything’s gonna be ok even though he didn’t even know what was wrong.

“P..Pablo you’re gonna be a f..father.” You said between sobs.

Pablo froze. He was shocked, not mad but shocked.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry if I’m about to ruin your career. But I can’t do this on my own, I’m sorry if I create a scandal because we’re not even together, I’m sorry you’re about to be the father to a kid of the girl you hate most. I’m sorr-“

You were cut off by his lips on yours. You were taken aback. But you kissed back. Something drawing you guys together.

He pulled away rubbing the tears off your cheeks.

“If there as anyone in the world I’d want to have a baby with it would be you y/n. I assumed you were too drunk the night I told you but I love you, I loved you from the moment I saw you but I was scared of those feelings so I was mean to push you away. I’m sorry for that but I am here now, to love you if you accept it, to be the best father I can be for our baby on the way.” He expressed, tears coming to his eyes too.

“Oh pablo, of course I’ll let you love me but I’m scared what if I’m an awful mother…” you told him still anxious.

“You’ll be and amazing mother I promise, and you’ll be an amazing wife to me one day.” He said chuckling trying to lighten up the mood.

You laughed.

“Hey hey hey now, you haven’t even asked me to be your girlfriend yet mr.” You said jokingly.

“Well then, ms y/n will you do me the honors of being the most amazing girlfriend ever.” He said wrapping his arms around your waist.

“Yes I will mr gavira.” You said with a smile before pressing a peck on his lips.

“Can I post this.” He asked and you just nodded.

Pablogavi

Pablogavi

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Pedri: never would’ve seen this coming but CONGRADULATIONS HERMANO

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Pabloxy/n: I’ve always shipped them

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I hope you guys enjoyed it, it was slightly rushed and I’m sorry if it’s super long, let me know if you guys want a second part.

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[bellarkeselection]

Two Dutton’s in the Family

Request from mackleann on Wattpad. Kayce and the reader get married and on that same day Jaime tells John he has a son.

My boots hit the wooden staircase of the front porch that were attached to the main house on the Dutton ranch. Today is the day I have been dreaming of since I had my very first ever conversation with Kayce John Dutton. The man that I was about to marry and become the future Mrs. Dutton. Everyone turns their heads my direction but my gaze remains attached to the deep brown eyes of my soon to be husband. “Remember if he ever hurts you I have a shotgun ready and waiting.” My father told me squeezing my arm that was looped through his.

“Don’t worry, daddy. I know he won’t hurt me.” I reassured him glancing up to him before we got to the end of the isle. He kisses my cheek placing my hand in Kayce’s giving him a stern but soft smile before sitting down with my mother and Kayce’s father John.

His sister Beth and brother Lee were sitting behind them. Then there was his adopted brother Jaime and his girlfriend behind them since Jamie and Beth have a bad history of fighting. My dress had a long train and a cut slit at my right leg. My hair was wavy and curled a little on the ends. The dress was short sleeved with lace that also was around my waist going along with my light brown cowgirl boots that were more comfortable than heels. “You look so beautiful.” Kayce smiled eyeing me up and down and I did the same to him.

He was wearing a white dress shirt with a black dress jacket, pants and tie. His curly was combed a little but it was still a mess like I liked it to be. Finally he had his familiar black dusty cowboy hat on his head which would be weird anyway except Montana. “You are rather handsome in a suite and tie.” It was rare that he wore stuff like this but I must admit it was making it hard for me to not just drag him towards the house and upstairs to his room right now and I had to imagine he was thinking the same about me.

“We are gathered here today to join together Kayce John Dutton and Y/n M/n L/n. Now I shall let the couple say their own vows if they have some prepared.” The paster declared stepping away from us smiling at the two of us.

Clearing my throat I intertwined my hands with Kayce’s struggling not to cry through my vows. “Kayce, the day we met you were literally my knight in a cowboy hat that night at the bar. When you gave that drunk a good lesson in manners. I didn’t move back home with my parents and expect to find the man that I wanted to marry. Yet standing here I don’t regret how we met at all. You are kind, brave, funny and a gentleman who will do anything for the people he loves and his family. That is everything I want in a partner, so thank you for asking me to marry you.”

“Oh Y/n, damn that’s gonna be hard to beat but here I go.” Kayce chuckled causing everyone to chuckle alongside him. He squeezed my hands in his larger ones throwing his head back for a second. “Y/n, I love you. You are so sweet, fierce, stubborn and you can ride like the wind on anything you set your mind too. And I can’t wait to call you Mrs. Dutton and have little kids running around this place.”

Reaching up I wiped away some tears not caring if I was messing up the little mackup I had put on. The paster returned placing his hands over ours shifting his gaze between the two of us. “Now Kayce will you take this woman to love and cherish from this day until the end of your days. And promise to protect her from any danger and always support her?”

“I do.” The youngest Dutton child responds.

The paster turned to stare at me asking the same question. “Y/n will you take this man to love and cherish from this day until the end of your days. And promise to protect him from any danger and always support him?”

“I do.” I responded back smiling towards Kayce.

Beth rose to her feet coming over with the rings that belong to John and his late wife Evelyn. Kayce and I each took one where I slipped his ring on his left hand. He slowly slide his mother’s ring on my left hand intertwining our hands together once more. We were grinning so big and bright just waiting to hear his next words. “By the power vested in me by the great state of Montana. I now pronounce you husband and wife, Mr and Mrs. Dutton. You may kiss the bride.”

Kayce quickly yet gently cupped my face in his hands pressing his lips down against mine. Leaning up on my toes I wrapped my arms around his neck kissing him back deeply. He tilted his head to the side deepening the kiss especially when my fingers ran through his curly locks. His hat fell off his head when I did so where he moved his hands down my waist tugging me against his chest hearing everyone begin clapping. Leading into the reception after taking a bunch of pictures we were sharing our first dance as husband and wife until Jamie slowly rose to his feet walking over to my new father in law. “Uh dad, I’m sorry to tell you this here since it’s Kayce and Y/n’s wedding. But I can’t wait any longer so you should know that I am going to have a child.”

“That’s great, son.” John rose to his feet where Kayce and I paused our dance smiling at the pair. John was always worried with having an heir to keep the legacy of the ranch. So now that he knew that he wouldn’t be as concerned as he was beforehand.

Intertwining my hand with Kayce’s I laid my head on his chest grinning ear to ear. “Do you think anyone would notice if we slipped out the back of the barn and went to the old cabin that Lee doesn’t use.” Leaning up on my toes I whispered in his ear smirking when he met my gaze kissing the crown of my head.

“The only person we’d have to worry about is Beth but don’t worry I think she’s about to have a fight with Jamie in a second. So let’s go, Mrs. Duttton.” He loops his fingers through mine tugging us around the doorway leading me out into the darkness with the moon shining above our heads. We ran up the wooden stairs until he picked me up suddenly bridal style.

I squealed loudly wrapping my arms around his neck. He was holding underneath my ankles and his other arm was holding my back until we entered the bedroom where he tossed me down on it gently. “Kayce!”

“I have been waiting so long for this, darling. I’m going to make you never want to leave this bed because I love you so much.” He hovered above me leaning down crashing his lips onto mine. Running my fingers through his hair I unbuttoned his shirt tossing it and the tie across the room.

He broke the heated kiss moving his hands underneath my dress slowly shrugging it over my head tossing it gently onto the edge of the bed. He then unclipped my bra smirking when our eyes scanned over one another so ready for what was coming next between us. “I’m in the same boat, Kayce. Thankfully we can have a honeymoon otherwise I don’t think I would let you leave this room ever.” Wrapping my arms around his neck our lips met again with me crawling up into his lap.

“I love you so much…” He muttered in between kisses lowering me onto my back never breaking the kiss and moaning a few times when I tugged his curly hair tightly.

He buried his face in the crook of my neck trailing kisses downward causing me to moan with him slowly making love to me. “I love you too, cowboy.” We were both so caught up in the moment of passion and love that we could completely ignore the fact that we slipped out of our wedding reception.

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[vilevexedvixen]

Fowler's Flower Pt. 1 - Uprooted Abijah Fowler x servant! Reader

Summary: Fueled by anger at what the English / Tudors did to him, Fowler keeps a handful of English Roses to take out sadistic tendencies on as a form of passive retribution. The reader is a commoner caught stealing during a feast and is offered an indentured servitude contract as Fowler's servant by the town Sheriff as an alternative punishment to execution (the punishment in England for theft at the time). Takes place before he stopped using the dungeon, so before 1647.

Banners and dividers by @roseschoices

It's ironic that such a man as Fowler, starved of stimulation and novelty, would become dull to both. To the point that he began to crave the mundane and familiar, a taste of home. For these rare occasions were mistresses shipped over from the English Isles along with the two beeves he brought for milking. As good as cattle, and just as hardy. For they had to last as long as he needed them, indefinitely. At least in principle. Night after night spent shackled and beaten in the dungeon, but eventually their bodies would cave even as their eyes bled with life and spoke every curse their throat could no longer even whimper. Their attire stained progressively deeper shades of red before rendered entirely black and blue by the end of it. Perhaps fortunately, then, it wasn't often that Fowler found himself craving the touch of an English maiden. He'd only need a handful, and could bare to wait a while between shipments if he exhausted them sooner than intended. Sparing however many from his ever expansive "imagination" which so often craved exoticism instead, an ever rarer commodity when grounded at one station for decades at a time. His spring pilgrimage alongside a ready supply of local flesh at his associate's behest somewhat sated his frustration and brought some respite from his cabin fever, but this supply was always quickly burnt through and the delights of the pilgrimage soon stale and forgotten. The girls brought in being too fragile and easily broken to enjoy for long. And while the heady high of seeing his dissatisfaction being met with swift replacements and adjustments instead of outward (though still very apparent) disgust and horror at what he costed the brothels in blood did amuse him, he still needed toys not trinkets. To feel the slight more effort it should take to make them break. Still like porcelain, but not as precious as bone china. And all the sweeter to hear crack at the hands of someone the English so often spat at in all his years over there. Ideally someone he could even tangentially say was directly culpable for manufacturing the suffering he endured, but good graces with people like that was what kept his pockets lined fatter than the breadth of the Atlantic... so commoners would have to do.

"You boy, bring us another round!", another sloshed patron blurted, barely holding onto his pint which dangled loose from his fingers with his arms snug around his mates' shoulders, keeping him afloat from practically drowning in ale. His clearly costly cloak now soaked damp in the stuff both by his own inebriated hand and that of his well-to-do peers. They had all gathered to generously shower their decadence like a fountain of obnoxious charity upon the Woodward Farmhouse, as the town's representatives had done every Easter since its construction. A tithing of sorts, to be sure the wood about St. Ann's well stayed pleasantly pristine for all to enjoy its miracle water.

Inside the farmhouse the air sat thick with tobacco smoke, stale breath and abuzz with disorderly glee as folks stumbled to and from the bar back to their tables. Barely holding together the clusters of steins they brought. Every round overflowing with beer. Each haphazard step tipping more of the precious brew onto the floor which lay already slick with the spillages of other patrons. Ironically making those who'd mustered the audacity to clamber onto the tables and dance of steadier stance than anyone else there. Even as the more lively maidens among them began to gladly chant,

"My granny is sick, and now is dead, And we’ll go mould some cockle bread. Up with my heels and down with my head, And this is the way to mould cockle bread!"

-before either being curtailed mid-chant by a stumble off the table's edge or being hastily ushered down by their attending kin before they could so much as bend to reach their skirt's hem, let alone perform the dance that accompanied the chant. Faces flushed red with embarrassment rather than intoxication.

As appreciative as the Woodward and nearby townsfolk were for the funding, that didn't make their rowdy display any less exhausting to accommodate. What it DID make was a perfect distraction for opportunists like _______ to swipe every loose coin and discarded luxury the nobles might lose track of amidst their merriment. Not that they'd miss any of it, mind. They came here to walk out bellies full and their purses spent, and that's exactly what they'll be by day's end.

Having waited until the festivities were well underway, the greatest challenge (besides remaining unseen, a fairly easy feat given how blind drunk all but the staff seemed to be) became dodging wayward hands flying or being crushed if any brawls broke out or someone proved too unsteady even when idle. As the thought passed _______'s mind, some poor sod began to tip backwards from his chair and nearly onto her had she not skirted so quickly past them. An amused cheer resounded across his table at the sound of him crashing onto the stone floor, much like was customary to do when any crockery shattered in a tavern such as this. "Lightweights...", she muttered so herself, smug with the fat payout the day's already granted her. Enough that there was barely any space left to covertly tuck anything away. Might be worth heading home and stowing away what she had to free up space again. Maybe just another handful...

Taking a moment to pause and see who had anything by their side or on the floor that she could swipe on her way out, she started thinking of all the food she could afford and store for winter with what she's already accumulated. Even if prices inevitably rose again because of yet another crop failure. Or because of more people flooding the town and driving up demand after being enclosed on by the damned Willoughbies like hers had been in Sutton Passeys. Or whatever war the powers that be demand the food should be diverted to instead. She won't go hungry, not this time!

Just as she felt drool begin to well up in her mouth, she spotted a particularly well dressed gentleman just past the open door laying down a round for his table. The two men sat beside him were oddly dressed, in much plainer clothes than the puffy, blouses and jackets expected by the feast's usual attendees. Come to think of it, she didn't recognise any of them from previous years. The man who brought the drinks didn't look rich per-say, but was certainly smartly dressed. Hair dark brown cut to shoulder-length and a feathered cap atop his head. Perhaps a merchant? The other two had a strangely cool tinge to their skin and such dark eyes it was as if their pupils were as wide as a rabbit's and hair dark to match, styled much higher and tighter than their fellow's loose tie-back. Their robes more like a shawl with sleeves and less gathered. Unrecognisable patterns resembling a grid of angular flowers dotted the fabric, but beyond that little decoration darned their outfits. Remarkably modest given their company and the occasion.

As she sauntered closer, she attempts to fain disinterest by periodically gazing about the place and hums along with the raucous singing blasting from within the farmhouse. Every so often darting a glance at the table both to scan for goods and to take in more and more odd details they noticed about the people sat there. In spite of how shoddy her attempt at "acting natural" was, it shouldn't matter as they surely should be too drunk to notice her pinch his coin pu- "There it is!", a hand had grabbed her wrist before she could register what happened. She froze as the Englishman tightened his grip on her wrist before plucking his coin purse back from her aching hand, "Thought someone might have nabbed it there for a second, thank you kindly for returning it to me..." No manner of tugging freed her from his grip, which kept her uncomfortably close, her frantic squirming further broadcasting her guilt as the thief in front of his associates, who simply stared unbothered. As the man turned in his seat to face her, she could see the ornate badge pinned to his breast pocket and his less ornate but still remarkably well-kept attire... a uniform?

"This isn't the usual way I'd spend Easter, but word is this feast has been swarmed with thieves these past few years," he snaked a hand under her chin and held it there, forcing her to keep eye contact, "I'd be careful if I were you. You wouldn't want to lose something valuable tonight... would you?"

With that he let go, and her wrist practically flew free of his grasp. Rubbing it gently to sooth the sore mark he'd left, she hastily scampered off to hide her stash somewhere safe. Who was that? Who were they? Those people? Was that their first round? Of all the tables she picked a sober one last, fantastic!

In the mad dash back home, she hadn't noticed the trail of coins she was leaving behind like breadcrumbs leading back to Lenton village. Some coins dropped on the heads of sleeping vagrants and children playing nearby snatched up what they could once they realise what had littered the ground, scrubbing off the mud that now caked each coin. Unknowingly covering _______'s tracks, at least through the main street, but still too preoccupied in their frantic gathering to notice which alley she'd darted through next. Pushing through her backdoor and clambering for somewhere to hide the goods (or herself) her hands spread wide, feeling the floor for any loose boards. In her panic the floorboard she lifted to stuff the goods under got jammed slightly out of place, and no manner of prying could correct it while in such a state. She'd force it back into place once she'd calmed down. Before she could, though, a daunting knock at the door could be heard. Timidly she peered through through the window. The unnerving man from earlier. How did he know where she went? Doesn't matter. Just keep quiet and unseen and he will leave. Hopefully. The man knocked more forcefully after a minute or two of silence. Then again... and again, before finally sighing and demanding, "If you don't open the door you WILL be arrested. You know the charge for theft. Open. The. Door." Keep quiet.

Luckily the feast had most people out and about for the day, but a worrying patter of footsteps upstairs tore _______ between trying to sway the man to let her go, hand herself in, or let him loudly break down the door and potentially rope in her kin with her punishment since the stash she added to could be implicated as everyone's under the roof. She'd weaseled herself out of tighter situations before, but that was when she was alone. It's all different now! What- Her indecision was cut short by the abrupt kicking open of the door which slammed hard onto the cold stone floor, small fragments of wood breaking off at point of impact with the hinge swinging loose like a doomed man's head. Her decision was already made. She held in her yelp, mustering a whimper, but the sound of the break in already alerted her kin upstairs who clattered downstairs, only to stop at the top step, the eldest of them immediately recognising who was at the door.

"Sheriff! What a lovely surprise, what brings you to our humble abode?" Playing dumb was never her grandma's strong suit, as senile as she was she wasn't ignorant by any means, the darting of her eyes hinting as much. The awkward silence lay like an unmoving layer of fat over water, hardening as the room grew cool with the Sheriff's imposing demeanor freezing everyone in place. His eyes scanned the room, flitting between faces before landing at the jammed floorboards by the stairwell. His attention drawn by the faint glint of sparkling gold. Raising a finger to the gap, he asked, seemingly to no one but clearly directed at _______, "Is this yours?" Shifting in place, _______ was about to say "N-" but her aunt interjected, "It's mine. My dowry. My husband, his family wouldn't let him marry a vagrant but he brought what he could and married me despite their wishes." Her stunned confusion blatantly on display, _______ caught herself and nodded along with the best slack they had. God bless you Auntie, I owe you one. "That looks like far more than eleven pence right there. Rather risky to keep such a valuable asset on display right by the back door, don't you think?" Saving face her aunt doubled down, "Well... that's why it's exactly where a thief wouldn't think to look! You see?" attempting to look chuffed with herself, forcing a confident grin as best she could.

"I DO see, so you're saying you can think like a thief, eh?", a smirk crept up on the Sheriff's face, something he'd clearly been holding back the whole time he'd been standing in the doorway, blocking our nearest exist. "And uh, Ma'am you do realise vagrancy isn't exactly... appreciated, well, anywhere in God's land? You look able-bodied, I assume you've made yourself useful since your marriage?" The questions stewed in their minds, bringing their patience to a boil. Days spent toiling at the spinning wheel, knitting until the skin on their fingers thickened into boot leather. 'Made yourself useful?' as if the Sheriff himself wasn't a bloated mouthpiece for the inept aristocracy that didn't so much as blink before they shoved people like them off of land they'd subsisted on for centuries, for what... aesthetics? So they didn't pollute their lovely view? _______'s fists clenched, tighter and tighter with her family glancing over and back like if they looked away too long she'd set ablaze. "YES. They have..." _______ said firmly through gritted teeth. Closer and closer, the Sheriff stepped, circling _______ as her kin hugged the banister like a lifeline. Wanting to hide back upstairs, but not wanting to abandon their child to the whims of the law. After tracing her curves with his gaze up and down, he crouched to pry open the "dowry". As he did the metal caught the light, brilliantly gleaming in the spring daylight. Certainly not rusted. Not in the slightest. The kind of money no one has touched in years. Could be a dowry, then. Could be new, counterfeit (more likely, he thought). Could be the pretty pennies of the drunken nobles who needn't worry about directly paying with money but once in a blue moon.

"I'll ask again... is this yours?" A trap. She wasn't sure how, but the way he phrased it made it seem like answer answer she'd think to give would lead to a trap. Yes, and that could be an admission that she'd stolen it. No, and that could be admitting it's not hers and she stole it. Please Auntie, please, you or grandma. She wished they'd speak for her, like they always did, now was the time but they stayed quiet. This time it was her gaze flitting to them, back and forth as they evaded hers. The Sheriff reach down and pinched a coin from under the floorboards, rotating it to catch the like, eyeing it closely. Not counterfeit. The real deal... He chuckled, bemused by their awful attempt at saving face. "I know it's not yours. I just needed to see if it was all of you who needed executing, and not just this skank here I caught in the act." he grabbed her by the forearm, raising it like an unwilling volunteer. Despite being but one man, running from the house didn't seem wise, where would they go? Hide? He could just nail the door shut and burn it down with everyone still inside. He didn't need to shackle anyone to keep them right where he needed them.

"Please, I asked her to do it - we needed the money!", Grandma blurted, hoping to help. Honest to a fault. Auntie shot a death-glare at her, not in anger but fear. Now they absolutely would be implicated in the theft, not just _______! Desperate, she kept going, "She was only doing what she was told. If you should prosecute anyone, it should be me, I'm culpable." Her frail, old form gently slinked down the stairs, leaning on the banister for balance. Before she even reached the last step, the Sheriff refused. "How noble, but you're already on death's door you old Crone. It wouldn't be much of a punishment at this point." Offended wasn't quite the word. Disheartened? Shocked? It didn't really matter. An embarrassing withdrawal, she held herself by the bottom of the stairs not sure what to do with herself anymore. His smugness grew, seeing them all so flustered and disheartened. While he couldn't change the law (legally speaking, they deserved death), anything he offered would seem better at this point, and that's exactly what he needed. Unfortunately, only one here would be suitable for his associate's tastes. The other two were clearly too worn and delicate to withstand a long-term tenure with his associate. No, only the skank will do.

"Tell you what! Unless you'd rather let the gentlemen back at the farmhouse sober up, realise they've been robbed blind and let them hunt you down... I have the means to make it look like you're as good as dead and they'll be none the wiser.", he paused, as if waiting for someone to question his proposal, but all that rose was curious silence amidst a flurry of glances between the three women as if performing furious wordless debate amongst themselves. He continued, "I can redistribute the evidence accordingly, and you'll be long gone from the reach of any gallows rope." "Banishment, then? To where?", _______ demanded, exhausted with his drawn out charade. "Oh, nowhere you'd know. A land in the far East, but don't worry! If anything where you'll be is far grander than this... dusty hovel.", he said, gesturing about the place. _______ could feel their brow twitch, if he was so disgusted by their humble lodgings he shouldn't care what they stole, they clearly need it and couldn't afford anywhere "better". "Since you stole a hefty sum, you can pay it back by working under contract as my associate's indentured servant. With how much is here I'd say it should last roughly,", squinting, he sucked in a breath for dramatic effect, "fifteen years".

"WHAT?" _______ yelped, "You've got that wrong, surely?" "It's adorable how you think you grasp the severity of your situation, when you clearly don't.", he scoffed before letting out a small chuckle. Reaching in a hand under his cloak, he pulled out what was presumably the contract and unfolded it to show only _______. "Do you intend to only spare her?", tentatively asked her Auntie, voice hushed like her words might kill her if she spoke them any louder. Again, he scoffed, "The old Crone there isn't worth the trouble of an execution, and she", he pointed right at _______'s face, barely a centimeter from slapping her as he did so, "Is young and clearly fit enough to work this contract as written. YOU are neither. I'll give you a chance to live by still confiscating the evidence but any suspicions that lead back to you leave your fate thrown to the wolves. Tag along if you wish but I don't you'll be much use to my associate." A chance to stay and live, especially while Grandma (sturdy as she was) would still be here, even if it was but a chance and not a certainty seemed too vital to cast aside. No, better she be here for Grandma rather than risk both herself and _______ dying and leaving her to fend for herself. "I'll... stay, thank you." _______ shot her a desperate glare, pained and conflicted. She can't really be serious? The contract was still held there, the Sheriff growing impatient, so she took it from him to glance it over. "...", she looked back up, "You do realise I can't read this?" Snatching it back briskly, he began to read the contract in full, she assumed. The terms seemed fair. Room, board, food, pay contributing back to her debt she owed the nobles, doing general duties expected of a servant / maid, even tending a garden of sorts? It seemed strangely described and involved caring for some animals? Her family did pasture sheep they made the wool yarn from for a while so, that shouldn't be too hard. "Now, normally you'd sign your name, but since you're illiterate I'll just sign your name on your behalf. What was it again?" "_______" "No, your full, legal name." Confused, she repeated, "_______" "Right..."

#blue eye samurai #abijah fowler #💌resources by rose! #abijah fowler x reader #blue eye samurai x reader #blue eye samurai x you #fanfic

[kirihotto]

Satisfying {BangChan X Reader 18+}

→ Warnings: Alcohol

→ Rating: 18+ Minors are strictly prohibited from engaging and reading this content. It contains explicit content.

→ Genre: Late night date

→ Summary: Picking up Chan from the Airport around 10 pm. He isn't tired and insists on taking you out somewhere for a date. Grabbing some dinner from a combinie he takes you to a bar. Where you get.. Drunk and say some things that others need nothear. Chan takes what you said to heart and asks you about it. In a rather.. flirty.. way.

→ Word Count: 2 474

Disclaimer: All members are face and name claims for the story. This is entirely a work of fiction and by no means is meant to be a projection, judgment or representation of real-life people. All works are purely for entertainment purposes.

Published: 09/01/2023

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[A/N: Lets just pretend that swarming an idol at the airport isn't a thing. Ok? Ok great. But really y'all. Give them sum space after there flights T.T]

“F/N! Hey!” Chan yelped, waving a hand toward me as our eyes met. I had spotted him before he realized I was here. Catching a small yawn from him. Though once our eyes met he was full of smiles. Chan engulfed me in a huge tight hug as he released a small sigh. Grabbing my shoulders he faced me dead on. Eyes filled with concern. “You weren't waiting long were you?”

“I was waiting for you to get home of course! But if you're asking about waiting here specifically. No, It was roughly twenty minutes?” I chuckled, teasing him a little. Chan had literally just gotten back from a tour. So I was here picking him up tonight from the airport. Seeing that sweet dimple smile again was worth it all.

“Ah good. This place can sometimes be a nightmare.” Chan sighed again. Seemingly like a worry had been taken from him. He hugged me again for a moment. While I took in his scent and warmth, after a long while away from him. Chan let go and grabbed his black suitcases matching his equally black attire. “Well then! Let’s get out of here!”

“Wait up!” I yelped behind Chan as he hustled off. Waving the members off with a hand, holding my wrist in the other. Reaching the outside of the main doors he stopped. As we both stared at the slowly darkening sky.

“Where did you park exactly?” Chan turned to me with a small chuckle. Still holding onto my wrist.

“Follow me you dork.” I teased, pulling him behind me in return. Leading us both through the cramped parking lot. Our car. Well. more like Chan’s car, but I drove it here to get him. Unlocking it and going to the back for his bags. Throwing in one suitcase. Then the next he set in ever so lightly. Taking my seat back in the driver's spot. I felt like spoiling him. Knowing he worked hard. Now was his time to relax. So I was planning to drive both ways. He hopped in the car moments after. Leaning back in the seat next to me with a sigh. “Let’s go on a date.”

“Wait wait. We haven't even gone home yet.” I assured him. Trying to shut the offer down. It’s not like I didn't want to go. But he must have been tired.“You must be tired from all that, no? It’s even getting late..”

“That’s true. Things would be closing soon huh. I’m not tired. Must be jet lag.” Chan shrugged, quickly shooting me a pleading grin.“If you're not too tired I have an idea.”

“Alright~ What’s the plan?” I sighed caving in. Just as my stomach growled.

“Well then! That’s our first stop. Food.” Chan chuckled a little.

“Where are we gonna be able to get food at this hour?”

“Combinie…?”

“Fair enough.” Then off we went. Chan stared off out the window or sang along a little with the quiet radio. It was kind of peaceful. The roads were silent and Chan's sweet singing voice from beside me. The street lights flashing by us as we drove. When we pulled up to the place it was nearly empty. We wandered inside going through the isles. Holding hands the whole time we shopped. It was so nice to have him back. Sure I was starting to get tired since it was late. But it was worth spending time with him. A little sleepiness wouldn't stop me. Chan ended up getting a lot more snacks than I had planned but we would use them anyway. We both decided to get different types of kimbap for dinner. Well.. not really dinner since it was going for eleven. Satisfied with our small shopping we went up to the cash. Putting everything from our basket on the counter. While I was paying Chan bolted out the door.

“Hey what are you-? sigh..” Before I could finish he was gone.

“That’ll be 55 000 Won please.”

“Right. Here, thank you.” Handing over the money I walked out with a sigh. Three bags nearly full in my hands. “Just what is he up to…”

Walking up to the car planning to reclaim the driver's seat, there he was.

“I’ll drive. Besides, This is my car~” Chan stated with a huge grin at me. He rolled the window down. Grabbing one of the bags from my hand. “Sorry I didnt help you carry em. I would have. But I knew you wouldn't let me drive any other way.”

“Fair enough. You sneaky little...” I hopped in the car on the other side. Chan already had my small plastic platter waiting for me in his hands. After getting buckled again he set it on my lap.

“There you go~ and here's mineee.” Chan stated after pulling the other tray from the bag. We both sat in the car with our chopsticks. Both trying the first bite of ‘dinner.’ Which was surprisingly good for convenience store food. “Mm~! So good. Wanna try some of mine?”

I nodded rapidly with my mouth still a little full.

“Alright alright! Haha! Here, open.” Chan giggled. He held out one of the rolls to me with his chopsticks. I finished my piece and ate what he had offered. In return I gave him one of mine. Eating in the car he finally told me more about his tour. Just how much him and the others were loving it. The stories of struggles and good memories. It didn't take us long to finish eating since we were both starving.

“So… How about a bar?”

“At this hour? Is anywhere even open?”

“I know a place. It’s not too too far from home either. And yes they're open until three for whatever reason.” He smiled over to me. Starting up the car. Which meant I wasn't going anywhere. To be honest, I wouldn't mind a drink. “You can rest on the way over if you’d like. Just let me know and i’ll be quiet.”

“Mm.. I may nap. Keep singing or talking.. Whatever. I missed your voice..” I stated in my now half asleep state. I guess the food was also making me a little sleepy. Shutting my eyes listening to Chan’s slight humming and the sound of the car. I managed to fall asleep.

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“Hey, we're here love.” Chan whispered, his warm hand on my shoulder. Sure enough there was a bar right in front of us. The car turned off and the yellow toned street lights lit up the inside of the car. The chill of the cool air greeting me. “If your still tired and don't feel up to it, I can take you home.”

“Mnnngggg! No no. Just give me a second to freshen up.” I stretched sitting up in my seat. Pulling down the mirror from the visor I fixed my messy hair. Then I kind of realized. I felt under dressed..

“You look fine. Let's head in.” Chan smiled over at me. Just as I was about to get out there he was. Opening my door for me. Getting out I eyed down the bar. It didn't seem too busy and there weren't many cars around. I read the sign out loud. “The black cat.. Huh.”

“Yeah, it’s usually pretty laid back. But I can't guarantee. Just tell me when you wanna go home ok?” Chan looked at me with those sweet eyes. For some reason the gesture got me kind of flustered. He grabbed my hand and we walked in. Like Chan had said. It was.. Decently laid back. Much to suit the name, most of the bar was all black and dark woods. The slight plant every here and there. Though it wasn't a very big bar. Surprisingly enough the main drink counter was nearly empty. All the people were at their own tables. Chan went straight up to the counter. We took a seat at the tall black leather stools. We were greeted by a man with decently long black hair and sharp eyes. As soon as our eyes met Chan spoke. “Hey!”

“Oh, hey. It’s awfully late, what are you two up to?” The man replied.

“Ah, y’know just got home from a tour.”

CHAN ARE YOU NUTS? YOU SHOULDN'T BE TELLING RANDO’S YOUR FAMOUS!

“Hm~ Fair enough.” The man smirked.

“Oh! Sorry F/N this is Yoongi. And Yoongi, this is my partner F/N.”

“Nice to finally meet you.”

“Y-yeah.” I replied, my wind in a whirlwind of thoughts. I waved awkwardly. So. Chan knew this guy and this guy knows.. Me? This guy also knows Chan's an idol. Wow ok I guess I was kept in the dark.

“Anyway, I'll get two of the regulars.” Chan ordered the man.Yoongi nodded and grabbed a few things from behind the counter. Pouring our drink right in front of us. I don't know what his regular was but I was hoping it wasn't anything crazy high in percentage. It did smell pretty good whatever it was. Chan turned to me after his gaze was removed from the drinks being poured. ���Sorry I don't mean to order for you. Get what you like. You just have to try this, it's amazing. If you don't like it, I'll drink it no worries.”

Just then he slid the drinks over to us. The ice chiming off eachother. Chan took a huge gulp and let out a satisfied ‘ah’. I followed his lead and tried a sip. It was quite strong but somehow calming. Refreshing.

“So? How is it?”

“It's good!” I admitted. Taking another mouthful. I was certainly a lot more awake now. We started chatting away properly this time. With me actually alive and replying.

“I was like ahh! We’re on in five! We couldn't find Han ANYWHERE!”

“Where was he?!”

I loved all the stories he told. Of a world I wasn't familiar with being a star and all. It didn't take long for me to finish the first drink and swiftly another was in my hand. Guess I needed a drink more than I thought. More stories from my mouth and Chan’s.

“Look at all these! Haha! Seriously, STAY is so creative.”

He showed me some meme’s STAY were making about their newest stuff. Of course the strange wolf edits of Chan were mixed in there. Then yet another drink a blueberry wine. I could feel myself losing my train of thought. Losing count of how much I had drunk. Other than the cups in front of me.

“Youuuu left me there. It was like what TeN minutes? Wooowww thanksS.” I wove a finger in Chan’s face. What I was complaining about was the last time we had sex. Or something along those lines. “ANd then. YOUuuu didnt even askk permission for that OtHEr stuff.”

“Yeah haha..” Chan chuckled awkwardly. Clearly he wasn't expecting me to get drunk this late.

“ANDDDdd Y’know it was liKE KinD of anNoyingG.” I poked at his chest a little. I was starting to draw attention. Not that I noticed but it was certainly happening. Yoongi, the bartender, was totally listening and held a small smirk aimed at Chan.

“I think they may be just a little drunk.”

“Yeah. Ok love it’s time to go home. The bill please?” Chan said sliding the little left in my last drink away from me.

“HeYYYyyy. CoMe onnn. At leaSt the AchoLolll was SatIsfyinG you meANYY.” Was it really THAT bad the last time we had sex? No. But I was drunk and dramatic.

“Pft. ahem. Here’s your bill.” Yoongi composed himself.

“Thank you. Sorry about them. I think they were a little tired as well as drunk. I’ll see you again.” Chan waved as I poorly did the same. Though I'm sure he was used to the drunks. We left the nice place, Chan basically carrying me to the car. A chill running down my spine at the cool night air. God knows how late it was. Chan put me in my seat like a baby and buckled me up with a sigh. “You really need to sleep huh?”

“Hehe~” Was the only thing I replied with. Chan got in on the other side and drove us home.

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(The ride you don't remember because you once again fell asleep. Chan was a little worried about what you were saying. He kept taking glances at you every chance he could.)

“Come here.” Chan grunted picking me up like a kid.

“Ughhhh.. My head.”

“Oh hey. You're up.”

“Yeahhh. We're back home..?”

“Yup. Here’s the bed.” Chan stated placing me down with a huff. Though he didn't leave. He hovered over me. His eyes were full of an emotion I couldn't read. As I was gawking at his beautiful eyes he leaned in and kissed me. Pulling away right after. “Was.. that ok?”

“Y-yeah?” I replied confused. Chan leaned down to my ear and whispered.

“This ok..?~”

“Yes..?” This time with a hitch in my breath. He knows full well the power his voice has over me. Again Chan moved lower. Leaving a soft peck on my neck.

“How’s that? Enough?” He asked again. Sliding his hand down my waist. I could feel his warmth as he inched closer and closer. “Is this alright..?”

It really made me realize just how much I was missing him. I caved into my feelings and burst out.

“JUST FUCK ME ALREADY!” I shouted, wrapping my arms around Chan’s neck. Bringing his lips on mine again. I could tell he was a little surprised by my straightforward demand. I let loose around the back on Chan’s neck as we faced each other again. Breath heavy. That’s when I realized. “Why do you keep asking love? You know I trust you.”

“Oh- You told me while you were drunk. The last time we-”

“GASPPP, NO! I DID NOT!! WHAT?! AT THE BAR??” Again I shouted in shock.

“Yeah.. you did and uh.. The bartender was listening..” Chan cleared his throat. Now I know why he was acting like this. The look in his eyes.

“No no. Listen. We talked about that before. It was no big deal. Sure I was a little disappointed but that's ok.” I began to explain. But Chan’s head fell low and I couldn't see his reactions.

“Just tell me. You want me to fuck you? Hard or soft? Fast or slow? Tell me I will do whatever you ask of me.” Chan stated looking me dead in the eyes. Eyes filled with lust and a cocky smile to match. My face turned a bright red. I pulled him in closer again.

“F-fuck me. I can wait.~” I replied slyly. But we both ended up laughing for a moment at the stupid remarks. Continuing to enjoy each other after a long while away.

[A/N:] Jeez gurl you demanding~  IK it's been awhile for a SKZ Fic. I've had so many ideas for other one shots for different groups so its been a while. IK this isnt suuuper great. But oh well. Bang Chan~

#skz smut #skz fanfic #skz x reader #skz #skz bang chan #bangchan #bang chan #stray kids #bang chan x reader #bangchan fanfic

[writerwithbrainrot]

How do I tell someone I love them?

A story for the ever lovely @trippygalaxy go check them out. Valentines Day special!

I had fun with this-

Warnings: Kissing, wholesome fluff!

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"You should buy her an animal." Twilight said, sitting with his legs open on the Cafe bar stool, his hat and accent telling everyone in the vicinity that he was clearly not from Hyrule city. "Ladies love a cute thing they can hold."

Sky frowned, looking at the hot chocolate in his hands, shaking his head. "No, Sun is more of a bird person. She owned a Remlit when we were 8, but it scared her. So she prefers birds." he said

Wild, who's long hair was in a loose ponytail, took a sip of his Caramel frappe, and hummed. Twilight turned to the man next to him, as did the others. "Well. . . I'd ask Mipha or Urbosa. . . but Mipha is in physical therapy for the next hour and a half and Urbosa is visiting family."

"I'd get her some nice, big roses." Hyrule said, smiling next to sky, his fluffy brown hair falling infront of his eyes a bit, still wearing his brown Jacket. "You know, the red ones at Magda's floral shop are great! I got some orange ones for Aurora myself!" Legend turned up his nose at the name, his beenie still covered in the outside snow as he sipped his mocha black coffee.

"Oh heck no. She is scary and those roses are too expensive, especially since Valentines Day is tomorrow."

Sky slammed his head on the counter, groaning. The boys looked concerned at him as he raised his head. "I should just ask Wars. . . he is good with women, right?"

"No." the others all said at the same time. Wind walked up to sky, holding a shoe box decorated as a pirate ship, school bag on his back. "I'd get her some cards and lollipops!" he said, shaking his box, and hearing candy rattle within. "Or some peeps!"

"Those are just cavity causers." Legend said, scowling. "And shouldn't you be in class?"

Wind frowned "Well, I was going to give you some candy, but never mind."

Hyrule brightened. "Ooh, may I?" Wind grinned maliciously and held out the box to Hyrule, who shot his hand in, and screamed as a rubber skulleta spider shot out. Wild and Legend laughed as Twilight sighed, shaking his head as Wind cackled. "Already, you scallywag." he said, standing up, "we've played hookie long enough, let's go." he said, and Wind let out a sound of complaint but followed Teilight out, both saying goodbye to the group.

"Maybe I should ask Four?" Wild said, taking Twilight's seat. Sky shook his head. "No, don't. I don't wanna bother him. He's out of town with his girlfriend."

Hyrule patted Sky's back as Legend stood. "Welp, I gotta head out before Ravio starts blowing my phone up." He said, and Hyrule and Wild waved goodbye as Sky looked defeated.

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The grocery store was packed, and Sky was biting his lip, ears down as he looked around the candy isle, tapping his foot impatiently. He was frustrated, the others and been no help to him whatsoever.

He couldn't just by a rose for Sun, he'd have to by 10,000 and even then that wouldn't show her how beautiful she was to him. He couldn't just by candy, he would have to fly to the best chocolatiers in the world just to make her the best chocolates she'd like, but would that tell her how sweet she was to him? And he couldn't just get any card, he'd need to bring Leinardo de Vinci back to life to paint her a beautiful portrait! But would any of it be enough?

"You look troubled." A familiar, fatherly voice said and Sky jumped. He turned to see Time, a spirited man with the heart of a child. He was older than all of the guy's, and wad related to Twilight, yet they still didn't know his age.

"Time!" Sky said "I . . . it's nothing." he said, looking back at the shelved items, moving a back a bit as a teenage girl reached for a bag of candy, standing on her toes, apologizing to him as she did. Time smiled and grabbed the bag for her and handed it to the girl, who smiled and thanked him before rushing off.

"Rupee for your thoughts?" he asked with a kind smile. Sky huffed.

"Sun . . . I love her with my entire soul, I've known her since before we were born. How do I tell someone I love them?" he asked, looking back at Time. "I want to get her the best things, I want to show her how much I live her, but I don't know how. You're married to Malon, what should I do?"

Time hummed, thinking his words before speaking. "Well, what do you like about Sun and why?"

Sky smiled, that unmistakable love struck smile that made his ears perk back up. "Well. . . She has always put her all into everything. Back in school, when she sewed a sail cloth for the ceremony for the church's event back in high school. . . She's so kind to everyone she meets and never afraid to be social or put her foot down. . . she's got this flare to her that makes everyone take another look, and she always takes time to help those in need." He listed. Time smiled at this.

"What have you two done together?" He asked "What kind of events have you both attended. What are the most memorable moments with her that you remember?"

Sky thought about it, starting to play with his red earing. "Gee . . . Well, when we were 10, she held my hand in the ice cream parlor near our elementary school when Groose knocked my ice cream down and shared hers. And then we got lost in a haunted maze during Halloween in freshman year and we fell into a bush together." he started, his smile growing brighter and face became more red. "I remember confessing to her in the city park under that one tree that was said to once bear the fruit that cured all diseases. And our first date was to the zoo. We got lost in the reptile exhibit trying to find where all the butterflies were."

Time patted Sky's back, pulling him out of a trance. "Use those as inspiration." he said. "Let them fuel your fire. It doesn't have to be a fancy gift, whatever you do for Sun should be meaningful. It should remind her of why you two love one another."

Sky gasped and started to bounce. "I've got it! Time thank you so much but I've got a date to plan!" he said, rushing off as Time watched him run off, sprinting down an isle as Malon appeared, looking confused. "What's going on? Dear?"

"Oh-" Time said, looking lovingly at his wife. "It's nothing, darling."

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"Still no text?" Flora asked Sun, frowning. The girls had decide to have a sleepover, just to relax and spend time together. Sun sadly nodded, looking at her phone on Dusk's back with her cheek in her hand. Aurora gave a kind smile.

"I'm sure he's just sleeping in, you know he doesn't wake up no matter what." Lullaby nodded. Sun sighed again, clearly upset.

"It's Valentines day!" Sun said "I expected at least a 'good morning, happy Valentines day!' you know?!", her long golden hair in a braid nearly walking Flora in the face.

Dusk entered, a smile on her face. The girls turned. "I found something on my door step. It's for you, Sun."

In a second, Sun was rushing to the front door of Dusk's apartment, the girls following behind excited as they went to the front door. Sun opened it and on the door step was a letter and a small bundle of daffodils. Fable and Dot giggled and squealed seeing the flowers, Sun looking a bit confused but smiled seeing her name in Sky's familiar shaky cursive on the letter.

"oooh!" Dot squealed, bouncing up and down as Sun closed the door. "What's it say?! What's it say!?"

Sun smiled and quickly opened it. She started to read aloud, holding the daffodils in her hand. "Dear Sun, I have known you since before we were born, and even when we were playing other for the first time, I knew that you and I would never be apart. This is to our first time together." Sun pulled off a photo, and smiled. "This is the first photo our mothers took of us together." Su. said, eyes filled with familiarity ad she showed the girls. they all fawned at the cuteness.

"Daffodils mean birth and new beginnings." Flora said, gently examining the Daffodils.

"There's another thing." Sun said "Go to Piper's ice cream parlor. Order the first ice cream we had together at 11 o'clock."

"It's a scavenger hunt!" Fable exclaimed. "He set up a scavenger hunt!"

In what felt like seconds, the girls were dressed and rushed out to catch the metro, all rushing and giggling in excitement. On the metro, Fable got a text and she gushed about how Legend wanted to talk to her, and she left after a few stops to meet him.

On the way to the ice cream parlor, Lullaby also got a text, and she gave a knowing smile to Dusk. "Oh, Malon wants help to make a pie for Time, and wants Dusk and I to help. We have to go."

"Strange." Flora said, Watching to two scurry away, giggling.

»»————-　★　————-««

"Could I get one scoop of chocolate and a scoop of vanilla?" Sun asked Piper, who looked so happy to see Sun. "With some extra sprinkles?"

"Comeing right up!" Piper said, and she went to make her the ice cream. Sun stood there, rocking back and forth on her heels. Dot, Flora, Aurora, and Artemis (Who had bumped into them (randomly)) stood behind her as Piper handed Sun a bowl of chocolate and vanilla ice cream with wrinkles, a note, and a yellow rose.

Sun took them and rushed to a table, past a small group with books and some with glassed and one wearing a blue scarf and to a small table to sit, the girls following them. Flora took the rose as Sun opened the letter. "A yellow rose is symbolic for friendship." she said instinctively, and proceeded to get shaken by an Excited Aurora.

"Dear Sun, Remember when I lost my treat, ans you shared yours. I think that is when I realized how sweet you were, and I wanted that sweetness forever. Your kindness knows no bounds. At 12 o'clock, Go to the maze that hosts those awesome Halloween events and look for the scarecrow with a bucket hat."

"We gotta go!" Aurora said, Dot having gone missing, grabbing Sun and Flora and rushing out.

»»————-　★　————-««

One by one, they collected more notes and flowers, Sun reminded of the best moments with her and Sky, even if the girls were suddenly dissapearing. Soon, now in the park as the sun was setting, she was alone, holding daffodils, yellow roses, pink carnations, daisies, larkspur, marigolds and chrysanthemums. Her feet aches, and she was hoping this wasn't just some wild goose chase when she saw him.

Sky stood under the tree of life, dressed in some nice clothes, in front of a picnic with lit candles and nice food. Sky's face lit up as she rushed to him and hugged him tight. "You know, I nearly had to fight a penguin for one of these." she said, and Sky smiled nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. "Sorry about that." he said, taking her hands and helping her sit down. "But did you have fun?" He asked

Sun nodded, abd placed her flowers next to her. "Oh, but I had to do the last bit of it alone. All the girls ran out, and I haven't a clue why!"

Sky's ears dropped a bit, "Oh? Strange." he said, before he helped her fill her plate.

It was wonderful, both talking about their day and Sun just gushing over everything Sky had done for her before he cleared his throat, turning a heavy shade of red. "Um ... we've known one another since. .. . well since birth. And I'm. . . just so greatful that through everything we've stuck together. I don't have a memory without you in it." he said, helping Sun stand up. "And. . . I want you to be with me forever. I want to look back in the future and see you and I together in white."

Sun's eyes widened, and she gasped realizing where this was going. "Link-"

Sky got down on one knee. "Zelda, I wnat to grow old with you. I want to start a family with you, I want to be by your side as you make all your dreams become a reality. Zelda. . ." He pulled out a box as Sun shook. Opening it, a ring stood in a slot. "Will you marry me?"

Sun burst into tears and Sky began to panic "Oh goddess! I'm sorry, are you okay?! Did you not want-"

Sun kissed Sky and he became tomato red ad he kissed back. Sun pulled away, smiling through tears. "Yes! As many times as I have to say it, Yes!"

Sky's eyes filled with tears as he shakily put the ring on her finger and kissed her again. The sounds of confetti cannons going off and cheers erupted from around them as the chain and girls celebrated, the sound of Hyrule yelling in joy and Dot and Aurora crying was heard, Wind loligaging with Tetra, and other sounds of excitement were heard.

When Sun and Sky pulled away, the boys patted Sky's back, cheering for him. The girls swarmed Sun, all going on about wedding plans and such, the excitement so contagious that if anyone else had gone by, they been smiling too.

Sky looked at Sun, and both knew that this would be the best memory and Valentines day gift they'd ever received. . .

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Hahah! at 1 am it's done! Do tell what you think!

I went just a little over board I believe, but who cares I'm a hopeless romantic and @trppygalaxy deserves comfort and love. So bamb! Toothrotting fluff!

Have a wonderful day/night!

#linked universe #modern au #Valentines day fluff #Wizard writes #Sun x sky #@trippygalaxy

[officialfoxsquadron]

this rough magic / i here abjure

nearly 2.6k words | my ao3

rating: mature

cw: depression, suicidal ideation

summary: Luke Skywalker cuts himself off from the Force.

His eyes are closed as he submerges his X-Wing below the water. It will be the last great display of Luke Skywalker’s Force ability, and he will not see it. He can sense it, feel the water filling the ship’s lungs and choking its engines. 

Better this way, he reckons. His X-Wing is a relic of a younger time, a younger man. It ferried him across the stars, survived countless scrapes with TIE fighters.

The galaxy has fallen apart, and a new generation will be sitting in the cockpits of X-Wings, watching as friends and comrades die, laughing as they narrowly escape death themselves. Poe Dameron, who Luke had once held in his arms on Echo Base, a tiny, red thing with jet-black hair, was apparently leading a squadron himself.

He felt like vomiting.

He opened his eyes. There it was, the drowned corpse of his ship. Even from this height, he could still see the slot where mechanics used to lower in Artoo. He closed his eyes again, took a deep breath.

Artoo. The droid would forgive Luke. Eventually. He had left Artoo with part of a map, some half-crazed fantasy that the galaxy may still have need of him. The fantasy had left him as he navigated alone to Ahch-To.

He was not a young man, as his body so often reminded him. In all his travels, he had not yet found a Force ability that could fully stop the slow, methodical march of time. Once, he could have made the long journey with ease, and still find energy to spare. Once, the thought of flying into the Unknown Regions, to the first Jedi temple, a place he had only visited in visions, would have thrilled him.

There was only one thing left to do now. Cut himself off from the Force, and wait for death to finally claim him. It would take constant effort to maintain. Ahch-To was a place teeming with the Force, an isle of strange music and strange creatures. The planet had twin suns-an irony he may have laughed at once. He found no joy in it now. The planet was too far away from its suns for any dry heat or sandy dunes, things that could have offered him some nostalgic comfort. Rather, it was a wet planet. Cold, and wet, with salt sprays and mossy, craggy rocks. The kind of weather that chilled your very bones, that offered you no escape from its dreariness.

He sat on a rocky outcropping, watching the little birds as they squawked closer to his X-Wing, curiosity overtaking their fear. The Lanai, the nuns who had been guarding this place for millenia, hardly took notice of his presence. They seemed to know his intentions, and left him to it.

Hmph. Better for it , he thought. He wondered how long the creatures lived. Time worked differently here. It was a place that had aged thousands of years, and yet not at all, where one could live thirty lifetimes in a day, where one could remain the same until the end of time. There was one person, maybe, who could have figured out how it really worked, how the island’s clock ticked, who could sync themselves to its beating heart. But she was long gone.

He took a bite of his ration bar, one of his last. Food seemed ample enough, thankfully. Not like the marshes of Dagobah, where he learned to be grateful for slimy frog stew. He didn’t mind fish. He could survive on fish.

He finished the bar, set it aside, and closed his eyes, steadied himself.

Yes, this work would take constant maintenance. Truthfully, though, the act itself would be the easiest thing in the world.

“Don’t do this.”

He opened his eyes. A noise escaped his throat, part laughter, part groan. “Go away.”

“Son.”

What a sight they must make. His father always appeared to him as younger. Not the old man he had died as, bitter and sad, but during the Clone Wars; young, handsome. He understood why. He doesn’t want to remember Darth Vader either. He wondered if the Lanai could see the twenty-something war hero lecturing his son, a man now in his forties. 

“Father, please. I’m not changing my mind.”

Luke had forgiven his father, yes. He would always fight for his goodness, yes. But it was in moments like these he wished desperately to speak to his mother, to be comforted by her. He had always respected his father. He even liked his father, sometimes. But he did not want to hear Anakin Skywalker’s thoughts on this matter.

“Then at least let me spend these last few moments with my son.”

Luke blinked. His father’s face may never have aged, but his eyes had. He looked tired, like he had on the Death Star.

They shared that, at least.

Anakin sat next to him. Luke glanced again at his submerged X-Wing.

He left Artoo behind. Artoo, who was the only one left who had known his father during the Clone Wars. Who would recognize the ghost seated next to him.

“This is drastic, Luke,” Anakin said, after a moment. “Cutting yourself off from the Force-”

“I see no other way forward.” This was not something he took lightly. It had come to him during meditation. He had plenty of time on the long flight from Ossus, and even before he was Luke Skywalker, Jedi Master, legend , he found the vast expanses of hyperspace comforting. It was easy to ruminate on the universe when the stars streaked around you.

The names of his dead students beat against his heart, dark and foreboding.

Hennix. Tai. Voe. Each syllable a bass drum, each name another failure.

“Do you know their names? The children from the Temple?” He did not need to specify which ones. 

Anakin nodded. “There was one. Reva. She came after you when you were a child. Otherwise, no. I can’t remember their names. Only their faces.”

He saw his student’s faces too, bloody, half-charred, smoking. And the smell. Yes, he had warned his students against violence; had told them their lightsabers were only to be used in self-defense. Truthfully, his warnings were a desperate plea. He had hoped they would never have to smell it, the smoking, putrid, sickly-sweet smell of burning flesh. It was the smell of Uncle Owen and Aunt Beru, burning on Tatooine. It was the smell of his right hand being ripped from his body, seconds away from when his father first revealed his true self. It was the smell of his father’s corpse, burning as the rest of the galaxy celebrated. Now, it was the smell of his greatest failure. 

Ben had accompanied him on enough adventures to know his weaknesses. When he called down the lightning storm, it triggered that rising feeling in his belly, a dreadful familiarity. He could do nothing but submit to the pounding in his head as his body convulsed involuntarily, as his legs gave way and he fell to the ground. His nephew’s lip curled in victory, and Ben started down his dark path.

When his seizure broke, he was greeted by that smell, the sight of ash and smoke, his life’s work razed to the ground, and the burning corpses of children, the only children he ever had. Rage narrowed his vision, and all he could think of was driving a lightsaber through his nephew’s heart.

His nephew. Leia’s son. That was who he wanted to kill.

He thought of her as he studied his father’s face. Leia, his sister, Anakin’s daughter, who he had tortured mercilessly, never sensing the shared blood between them. He couldn’t see his daughter, but he could commit genocide in her name.

He was disgusted. He was angry. He was confused, in a way he hadn’t been for a long time. He felt half a child again, wondering why tears pricked at his aunt’s eyes when she spoke of his mother, or why his uncle grumbled with distaste at his father’s name.

Of course his father appeared to him now. His anger was his father’s anger. And his father had a way of opening old wounds, of cutting through scar tissue. No wonder Leia never forgave him. Even now, he was a hard man to forgive.

There was only one way forward.

He had to make it stop. He couldn’t trust himself anymore. His mind wasn’t what it was.

Not for the first time, he envied the dead. His father did not have to endure a human body any longer. 

“Did you ever speak to Ben?”

“You know I didn’t.” Anakin rarely appeared to anyone besides Luke. His father paused. Then-

“Do you think it would have changed things?”

“I don’t know. Maybe. It seems he idolized Darth Vader. And I missed it.”

“It’s not your fault,” Anakin insisted.

“My seizures have been getting worse.” Easier to speak facts, rather than stories. “I tried to contain his darkness. I thought I could. It wasn’t enough.”

“It was enough for me.”

“And it wasn’t for him.”

“You place too much on yourself.”

“Because too much has been expected of me!” Luke’s voice thundered against the rocks. “Luke Skywalker, the great Jedi Master. Your son.” He hissed out the word, the great burden of his life. “Truthfully, Father, what would you do? If it was your apprentice?” He barked out a laugh. I wish Ben was here. How many times would he think that same sentence in his life?

“I don’t know,” Anakin answered honestly.

“Of course not.” He held his head in his hands, felt tears well in his eyes, more from frustration than anything. “I am glad you’re here, Father. But you will not sway me from this path.”

His father blinked, nodded. “I am proud of you. Both of you.”

“Thanks,” Luke grumbled half-heartedly. He felt too old and too young all at once.

What was there left to say to his father? It had been twenty years since he last saw him in life, and they had plenty of time to speak to one another. He had yelled at his father, raged at him for all of the hurt he caused. He cried to his father, about the ones he had lost.

What a curse our blood is . He could call down the heavens, commune with a thousand generations of Jedi masters, but he couldn’t speak to the ones he needed most. His mother, his aunt, his uncle, his wife, they were all lost to him, sand slipping through his fingers.

Feelings came in flashes-guilt, anger, sadness-but they left just as quickly. He struck his nephew down, but he couldn’t kill him. Not because he didn’t want to. Because when he saw Ben Solo trembling beneath him, bleeding, clutching to his weapon, he didn’t feel anything at all.

He walked away from his nephew and his band of fanatics, leaving them to their smoking wasteland. He left behind the droid who had been his closest friend. He left behind his twin, the woman he shared a womb with. He left behind Han, his brother.

He looked at his father, who was gazing out across the sea, at the twin suns setting. He understood why, as Darth Vader, his father wore a mask. Like his son, he had never perfected the ability of hiding his emotions. His father wasn’t Obi-Wan, the great diplomat, as comfortable in a seedy bar as a grand stateroom. And he certainly wasn’t Padmé Amidala. He had never seen a picture of his mother where her smile reached her eyes. All that was left of her was stiff formality.

A ghost with tears in his eyes was a strange thing.

“I always loved the water,” Anakin said. His voice sounded like an old man’s, rickety, weary. “It seemed so inviting.”

He knew his father was thinking of Varykino Villa, where he and his mother had married. He had been there himself-like his father, he visited Varykino as a young man, idealistic and in love. When he and Lottie were smuggled into Naboo, intent on liberating the planet, they landed on Varykino’s secluded shores. They were greeted with a palace in disrepair, a haunted house masquerading as an insurgent base. He too, had spent long hours gazing at the water, dreaming of a life he could have lived without war.

Luke followed his father’s eyes. The suns had finished their journey below the horizon, and Ahch-To’s waters had turned black and blue.

How easy would it be, to slip into the blackness, dash his head against the rocks, let his mighty Skywalker blood mingle with the water, return to the primordial place where his father was conceived. Perhaps he could be young again, like his father. Perhaps he could see his wife again. Perhaps he could meet his mother.

“It’s time,” Luke said, voice clear despite the howling wind. “Goodbye, Father.”

“Goodbye, son.” His father’s eyes met his. Tears fell down Luke’s cheeks.

Luke closed his eyes.

This will be the hardest part, he lied. After this, things will be easier.

He saw stars whizzing before him, lines of spacetime burning blue against the darkness. His physical body dissolved, and he was nothing and everything all at once. A golden cord of light unspooled from his core. It wove itself into the very fabric of the galaxy, light and darkness in equal measure.

He reached out. The island roared, a great and terrible sound. Images flashed before him, too many to count, too many lives, too many memories. Rocks began to tumble off of the cliff. His father’s apparition is nothing more than another star blowing past.

Luke Skywalker inhaled creation and exhaled destruction. Stars and golden light and terrible darkness danced around him. He touched the part of the cord attached to himself.

For one last moment, he allowed himself to feel.

A young student smiles as the rock next to them begins to lift. Luke looks on in pride. His nephew looks on in envy, unable to lift his own.

There aren’t enough painkillers on Echo Base. When Shara Bey gives birth, Luke can hear her screams from the hangar bay. When Poe Dameron enters the galaxy, crying as passionately as his mother, an entire army sighs in relief.

The cords of light shook, as if plucked, the strings of a harp. He watches his wife’s skirts twirl around her as she dances to the music of the universe, a tune which only she seems to hear. They are on a planet called Ossus. She is nineteen. He is twenty. Time slows. It speeds up. It stays the same. It does not matter. Lottie hikes up her skirts, and begins to run towards the house, her beaming, lopsided smile sharp and comforting as moonlight. They are half-wild here, letting their hair grow long and their touches linger. They have never been happier.

A wizard drops off a boy in the desert. The man and woman promise to love him, and they will. The wizard nods. For the first time since Polis Massa, Luke’s cries soften when Beru holds him. He knows he is safe.

The Jedi have ripped a family apart, but what choice did they have?

They could only make the best of what they were given.

“Luke.” Leia’s voice was raspy, tired.

“Leia,” he said, breath trembling. “I’m sorry.” You deserve better. Better than all of this.

He reached for the weapon at his belt, ignited its green flame. He grasped hold of the cord, and cut.

#my writing #luke skywalker fanfiction #luke skywalker one-shot #happy dilf!luke friday everyone. here is my gloomy sad contribution #eowyn speaks #luke skywalker

[nodawnesperia]

Current Situation Report (map status)

The map has undergone some changes but since I am not great at art, let's take a look at the map piece by piece and go over how things changed from canon.

Ranhorn

Previously: The capital city of the Lightbearer Empire and its surroundings, the heart of the Empire and conglomerate of the Lightbearer nobility. Currently: The base of operations for the current progress of the invasion, includes the domains of Mortas, Leofric, and Olgath.

Bastion of the Elements

Previously: The place where all the elements converge and are balanced, built on top of the Solaran Furnace, it hosts a temple for the Wilder sages. Currently: In ruins, the balance overturned and Solaran furnace shattered, includes the domains of Maetria and Kane.

Yggdrasil

Previously: The sacred tree of the Wilders, its root system spreads through the entirety of the Dark Forest, it's said it also helps provide the magical barrier around the Forest that protects the Wilders. Currently: Yggdrasil has been burnt down, its roots corrupted and turned into a spy network spanning the entirety of the Forest, the magical barrier has transformed from a protective feature to a cage, includes the domains of Framton and Lavatune.

Tomb of the Ancients

Previously: A sacred burial ground of the Wilders and the final place of many spiritual journeys, a sacred land untouched by evil. Currently: A mysterious tomb of an imprisoned goddess, surrounded by misty wastelands, includes domains of Vyloris and Mask Currator.

Desert Sanctuary

Previously: An oasis given to the Maulers by the goddess Dura as their refuge in the desert, Temple of Seers and the center of the Maulers' religious activities Currently: A refuge for those displaced by the war and a hospital for those still willing to fight, with the Celestials on the decline, the temple has been converted into a training and recovery ground.

The Scorched City

Previously: A rough region in the former Bellvale after it was leveled, and a base for bandits and Quicksand Claws trying to ambush traveling caravans, and occasionally a battlefront for the Lightbearer-Mauler conflict. Currently: The front of the war, ravaged by the conflict between the Hypogeans and the Maulers, a land soaked in blood.

Maldan

Previously: The former dwarven capital, abandoned after Alna ushered in the first winter and made it uninhabitable, under Lightbearer control. Currently: The mountain passes have grown even colder and more inhospitable than in the past, most living beings are unable to even pass through, under Graveborn control.

Bantus

Previously: Once a prosperous kingdom founded by the Lenu people, fallen and revived with its last king, Thoran, it is a land of darkness and suffering where the undead work tirelessly on studies of necromancy. Currently: A bustling hub of commerce between the Hypogeans and Graveborn where one can buy whatever they might want from texts to people, under Graveborn control.

The Abandoned Port

Previously: The base of operations for the Graveborn navy, once a beautiful port city, it was overrun by the Graveborn when Thoran returned to rule. Currently: The joint base of operations for both the Graveborn and the Hypogean navies and the planning center of the Isle of the Banished invasion, the residence of Mezoth and Lucretia.

Isle of the Banished

Previously: The last bastion of hope for the undead hoping to just quietly disappear from the world, escaped prisoners of war, and those who see their undeath as a curse. Currently: While the unique natural conditions as well as tireless defenders work to protect the Isle's peace, the relentless attacks by the Hypogean-Graveborn alliance left the island scarred and slowly weakening. It hasn't fallen yet but it is only a matter of time.

Mire Town

Previously: After the brutal Fight of the Black Woods, the landscape turned into a putrid marsh, toxic to all living beings and dissolving even the undead. Currently: After the Barred Gate broke, Mire Town was one of the first locations taken over by the Hypogeans and quickly filled with torture and prison camps, holding those the Hypogeans hated the most, domain of Conrad and Morass Diabolus.

The Ancient Ruins

Previously: Once a glorious temple to the gods, it fell into disrepair after the first Hypogean war and Dura's death despite having been said to be Dura's birthplace Currently: The temple was repurposed by the Hypogean supporters and Sin-bearers to perform grand terrible rituals to bolster the forces of the Hypogeans as well as study the arcane arts for their own purposes, in the private, most sacred rooms of the temple, the god of death himself resides.

The Old Mine

Previously: Mines filled with magical ore, often frequented by dwarves as well as Lightbearer slavers with their Wilder slaves in search of rare and magical metals. Currently: The magical ore has been mostly mined out but the mines remain in use, as the last destination for prisoners of war deemed unbreakable by conventional methods, in the mines, Graveborn and Hypogean jailors subject the prisoners to relentless physical and psychological torture, working them to the bone, domain of Kalthin.

Hoarfrost Ridge

Previously: Before the rise of Altor from the sea, it was known as "The Edge of the World" both due to being the southernmost edge of Hathor and for how many ships found their gruesome end in the icy western winds of the area. Currently: The already inhospitable icy land proved perfect for many of the Hypogeans who sought to remove themselves from the war, it became an area of tense peace – or rather cold indifference, the domain of Respen.

Abandonment

Previously: A mysterious land of permanent frost, it hides a doorway protected by an ancient megalith and powerful enchantments that repel those who attempt to breach it. Currently: After the Hypogeans found the megalith and toppled it, the enchantment wore off quickly, once the seal was broken, there was little of interest left for the rampaging Hypogean army, Abandonment eventually became an end-of-the-line area for worshippers who had lost their purpose and were no longer of use, domain of Khazard.

The White Woods

Previously: The crystals mined in these mountains offer unparalleled hardness. sturdiness, and beauty, coupled with its strategic location, it is an important stronghold to keep for anyone interested in gaining the upper hand in ongoing conflicts. Currently: After the Burning Woods incident, Kane's first focus became claiming the mountain pass and after a swift assault, he managed to secure it for the Hypogeans, earning them an easy advantage in the ensuing war, the domain of Mehira.

Esperance

Previously: An autonomous island off the coast of Hathor, open to all outsiders regardless of their faith or loyalty, including practices frowned upon on the mainland. Currently: Having taken advantage of the natives' kind nature, the Hypogean invasion was quick and devastating, catching the city by surprise and subjugating the countryside within weeks, the domain of Lavatune.

Monastery

Previously: An area said to determine the loyalty and devotion of Dura's chosen, never breached fully by a mortal, carrying silent bones of heroes of days past in its bowels. Currently: After the Celestials lost their divinity, their seals placed upon the Monastery weakened significantly. Unable to withstand the influx of refugees, the celestial guardians began slaughtering the innocents indiscriminately. In the chaos of resentment and pain, the place was tainted, becoming a breeding ground for the Hypogeans until its eventual fall. The domain of Lucretia.

Sanctum

Previously: The glorious castle of the gods, a safe sanctum far removed from mortal strife, beautiful and pure, housing the gods' workshops, training grounds, and the center of their social lives. Currently: After the fall of the Monastery, the Sanctum closed its gates, and most of the gods withdrew to the deepest reaches of the fortress, a large part of the beautiful Sanctum now lies in ruins, leaving the gods trapped or scattered across Esperia.

Barred Gate

Previously: Dura placed a mighty seal on the Barred Gate to keep the Hypogeans at bay but due to the Celestials slacking on their duties as well as the Hypogeans outside of the Gate working to weaken Dura's seal, it slowly grew faint over time. Currently: The Gate broke open, spilling Hypogeans back into Esperia, its strange rift in time and space leading some to believe its power can yet be used to save the day and turn the tides of war, the domain of Zolrath.

Altor

Previously: After rising from the sea, the mysterious continent was colonized by the dwarves, its savage brutal natives trying and failing to stop the encroach of civilizations, its northern regions hiding many a tribal secret and eldritch horrors beyond the mortals' wildest dreams. Currently: Reclaiming his lands, Uemiss started rebuilding his kingdom, slowly but surely wearing down the curse placed on his people and ushering in a new era of prosperity, built on the blood and bones of those who would oppose them.

#afk arena #afk arena au #afk journey #afk au #alternate universe #no dawn worldbuilding #lilith games

[bridenore]

HD fic recs : Muggle Life (part 1)

Here are a few recs where either Harry or Draco are living a muggle life. This is part one of three and focuses on shorter fics (up to 30k). Listed in alphabetical order, as always.

An Aching Soul by @writcraft [14k]

I can’t help but wonder if Potter’s really as fine as he claims to be. There’s something strange about seeing the vanilla hero of the wizarding world eye-fucking someone across a crowded bar before slipping off into the shadows

Draco Malfoy escapes to the Muggle world to avoid his parents, memories of the war and Harry Potter. However, some things prove harder to escape than others as Draco realises when his favourite Muggle haunt is rudely invaded by a post-war Harry who is struggling to cope with grief, growing up and the battle with his inner demons.

Be not defeated by the rain by hereticalvision [22k]

Exiled from both Britain and the magical world, Draco Malfoy makes a living by identifying illegal magical artefacts on behalf of the Yakuza in Kyoto.  He’s almost put his past behind him when Head Auror Potter shows up in Japan chasing a Celtic relic, and Draco’s life is once again thrown into utter turmoil.

Coins by Inell [5k]

Coins make a certain jingling sound whenever they are tossed onto the top of a wooden bureau.

Develop, Stop and Fix by @onbeinganangel [15k]

In his five years in New York City, James Black has earned significant fame as a photographer. In fact, he’s attracted the attention of London curator D. Black. Harry Potter uses a fake name and runs away. In a way, so does Draco Malfoy.

How do these stories connect? It’s quite simple: they’re one and the same.

Doing the Lambeth Walk by blamebrampton [26k]

There are only three traditional choices for the cashed-up hero after victory. Harry Potter is too young to settle down and provide the wizarding world with a happy ending, and has too acute a sense of humour to spiral downwards into a spectacular flame-out. That leaves a life of good works. Choosing to lead it in Muggle Brixton comes with its own set of challenges, including Malfoys in the biscuit aisle.

Exposure by GallaPlacidia [26k]

When Seamus uncovers Draco Malfoy’s camboy profile, he, Harry and Ron decide to anonymously book a private show so as to humiliate him later. Fascinated by Draco’s confidence, Harry keeps booking private shows under the disguise…

Self prompt: Draco is a camboy. Harry betrays him.

Full by shushu_yaoi_lj / @orange-peony​ [16k]

The door opens and the bell goes ding.

Draco’s eyes immediately fly to the entrance of his bookshop, his heart beating madly in the hope that it’s him.

Hush, darling by @magpiefngrl [23k]

Draco is in trouble. To get out of it he needs to seduce Harry Potter.

In Plain Sight by @pennygalleon [4k]

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#my recs #drarry #drarry recs #theme rec

[humanpurposes]

Karma is a God

Chapter 8: Dragonstone

The Dance of the Dragons begins on a lie, and Aemond owes a debt, one Lucerra will see repaid in Fire and Blood // Series Masterlist // Main Masterlist

Aemond x Lucerra Velaryon (fem!Lucerys)

Warnings for this chapter: none

Words: 5700

A/n: Originally posted on AO3, posting to Tumblr before I get back to regular updates.

They rode through dusk, darkness and daybreak, far above the clouds to evade the prying eyes of friends, foes or otherwise.

When the wind picked up, Grey Ghost began a descent and the Narrow Sea sprawled out underneath them. At the sight of the water and the rush of waves, Luke gripped the dragon’s scales a little harder.

She couldn’t shake the feeling they were being watched. She looked over her shoulder, and every time she saw nothing but empty space.

They finally rounded past Claw Isle and a fortress of grey and black stone faded into view through a salty mist. Dragonstone was forged with fire and magic, so the histories claim, the last outpost of Old Valyria, with stone dragons adorning the walls and towers against a backdrop of smoke swirling up from the Dragonmount.

This is where Aegon, Rhaenys and Visenya planned their conquest, and now Queen Rhaenyra plots a war of her own.

Grey Ghost settled just outside the castle walls. She had tried to guide him to the courtyard, but he wouldn’t do it. Too loud, too busy, too vulnerable.

Two bodies collided into her the moment the gates opened. One was small, wrapping his skinny arms around her and pressing his head of dark curls against her waist. The other encompassed them both, pulling them into his chest.

Luke clutched Joffrey so tightly she worried she might squeeze the air from his lungs. She could think of worse fates than being smothered by the embrace of a loved one.

There had never been a day when the Velaryon siblings were parted, not until Storm’s End, not until their uncle had tried to tear her away from them. And yet here she was, in spite of it all, in spite of him, running her hand through Joffrey’s hair and leaning into Jace’s arms, pledging a silent vow to never leave them again.

For a few precious moments she allowed herself this bitter happiness.

Two dragons called out in sorrowful joy from the Dragonmount, Vermax’s rippling screech and Tyraxes’ almost feline growl. Some of the strength she had gathered shattered at their cries. No matter how long she held her brothers, the reunion was incomplete without Arrax.

Eventually she followed Jace to the hall of the painted table, where their Queen stood before a raging hearth, flickers of flame dancing in the gleam of her gold crown and silver hair. Her eyes were wide and glassy, fixed upon the map before her.

Every other pair of eyes in the hall fell to the Princess, Lords Celtigar and Bar Emmon standing by the Westerlands, Ser Steffon and Ser Lorent by the Vale, Lord Corlys and Baela by Driftmark and the Gullet, and Rhaena, standing by the Queen’s side.

Daemon, she noticed, was not present.

“Princess Lucerra,” Ser Lorent finally announced, “of houses Velaryon and Targaryen.”

She must have looked anything but royal, draped in a heavy Northern cloak, her hair a tangled mess and the skin of her cheeks red from the wind.

She hadn’t stopped for food or rest during the flight from Winterfell, but she had been so desperate to make the journey that the thought of delaying by even a moment had filled her with dread. Another moment for something to go wrong. Another moment for someone else to die.

Her eyes were sunken, her lips downturned and effortlessly solemn, still, she looked to the Queen with a childlike innocence, waiting for a spark of recognition in her mother’s eyes.

Rhaenyra looked up from the map slowly. “Lucerra,” it came like a question, muddled as though she had just woken from a dream.

She wanted to run across the room, to collide into her mother and melt into her arms as she had done with Jace and Joffrey, but something kept her frozen where she stood. There was an emptiness Rhaenyra’s in eyes, like one of Alicent’s statues of the Seven, ethereal, but lifeless. 

“I am here, mother,” Luke said.

Rhaenyra wordlessly reached out a hand, and Luke approached her cautiously. When she curled her fingers around her hand she found her skin was cold.

Rhaenyra brought her other hand to cup Luke’s cheek, barely hovering a thumb over the almost faded cut below her eye, unable to take her gaze from it. 

Her lip trembled. “My sweet girl,” she uttered, “my precious girl.”

Living on Dragonstone is nothing like the quiet isolation of her childhood. Now it is like living in a history book. Soldiers train in the courtyard, knights patrol the hallways, Lords gather and debate around the painted table, and a fleet of ships hover beyond the shore.

Rhaena tried to suggest a walk through the village, to take their minds off it all, but even that left Luke with an uncomfortable feeling gnawing at her insides. The people scurried about like mice, quick and avoidant, terrified at what might come should this war get bloodier.

She does not find comfort in her bedchamber. It feels too large, too empty, and when the wind is too harsh her mind starts to slip, to the rain, the storm, Vhagar’s open jaws… 

When the nightmares persist she goes to Jace’s chambers. If he’s awake he’ll let her have the bed. If he’s asleep she settles on the settee and watches the embers in the fireplace fade until she can’t keep her eyes open.

Her mother’s council gathers daily to discuss the war, but it is not the Queen who takes command of these meetings. Jace has aged again after their time together in the North, only now it shows through the assuredness of his voice, the way he carries himself, the eager glimmer in his eye as he addresses their allies.

Luke ensures she is present for every meeting, standing alongside Lord Corlys and her step-sisters.

Daemon sends ravens from Harrenhal; their numbers are increasing every day as more and more houses of the Riverlands pledge their fealty to the one true Queen, either of their own admission or with some ‘persuading’ by the Rogue Prince and his dragon. Given the pact made with Cregan Stark, the North will soon come to double their numbers.

Baela gives her a suggestive glance at the reminder of her betrothal. Luke’s eyes dart down to her hands as she runs her nails over her fingertips.

Lord Celtigar asks about Dorne. Maester Gerardys notes Prince Qoren is keen to avoid this conflict and similar sentiments come from the Tyrells.

“We should not disregard the Reach,” Jace insists. “Highgarden may not want a part in this war but the Hightowers have influence enough in Oldtown to form a formidable host.”

“Indeed, Lord Ormund has already begun the march to King’s Landing,” says Lord Bar Eammon.

Jace presses his lips together and inches the Hightower figure along the map. The Greens have the support of the South and the West of Westeros, and their allies are closing in to defend the capital against Daemon’s growing host.

Then comes the concerns of dragons.

Rhaenyra straightens her shoulders. “We still outnumber them,” she says stiffly.

Lord Corlys’ eyes darken. “The simple fact remains,” he says, hands clenching into fists by his side, “as long as the Greens have Vaghar, we are at a disadvantage.” 

Luke feels Baela tense beside her and reaches for her sister’s wrist, stroking her thumb over her sleeve, the same way her mother had always soothed them as children. 

Rhaenyra returns Lord Corlys’ glare and the room settles into a restless silence. 

Eyes flitter everywhere, between the Queen and the Lord of the Tides, locked in a cold conflict neither have any intention of backing down from, and to Luke herself, the Princess who should be dead. She grips Baela’s wrist a little tighter.

Rhaena had told her of the day the raven came from Rook’s Rest. Rhaenyra had simply stared at the letter from Lord Staunton, begging for aid in the face of the Green host. She said Jace had volunteered to go with Rhaenys, and that Rhaenyra seemed to come to life when he did, only to forbid him from going. So Rhaenys went alone. And shortly after word came of her demise.

With Meleys dead and Craxes in the Riverlands, no dragon they have could hope to stand against Vaghar.

For this though, Jace has a solution.

She wakes with the sunrise and Jace is already gone. She returns to her own chambers where a maid is waiting for her with new riding leathers. She slips into black leather leggings, a crimson skirt and matching undershirt. Then the maid helps her into a black leather tunic, patterned with intertwining dragons of red and gold. The material is thicker than she’s used to, for keeping out the cold presumably, it would hardly save her from Vhagar’s teeth and talons.

Her eyes are drawn to a breastplate and pauldron set, laid out by the window. The metal is plated with silver and layered like dragonscales. Beside that is a sheathed sword.

“Do you like your gift?” Even when softly spoken, the voice of Lord Corlys is booming and demanding.

Her eyes dart to where he stands in the doorway, his tall and broad frame obstructing her view of the hallway behind him. She has never known him as a young man, and yet for the first time she truly sees his age on his face. She wonders what has finally cracked the Sea Snake, the six years of war in the Stepstones? The fever that had his family fighting over his throne? The death of his beloved wife seems the most obvious answer.

He offers her a small smile that does not reach his eyes, and nods towards the blade.

When she looks closer, she sees the golden hilt is fashioned into the image of a seahorse, the sigil of house Velaryon. She supposes she should feel some sort of pride to wield the image of her father’s house, and yet…

She wraps her fingers around it and her brows twist into a delicate frown. “This is for me?”

Lord Corlys sighs. She listens to the thud of his boots against the stone floor as he makes his way to her side. If he understands her reservation, he will not satisfy it. “Prince Jacaerys tells me you are a rather capable combatant.”

She grips the hilt tightly despite the resistance in her fingers. Her strength is still not what is once was.

“Daemon made sure of that,” she murmurs.

Her step-father’s name comes with an image of the silver-haired twins she had only gotten a glimpse of in King’s Landing, the terrified little glares on their pale faces as they hid themselves behind their mother’s skirts. It is too easy to imagine their linen gowns stained with blood.

She dispels the swelling in her eyes and looks back up to her grandsire, the man who had put himself between her and a vengeful Alicent all those years ago on Driftmark, who had held her as she had cried herself to exhaustion on the night of Ser Laenor’s death. She forces a smile of her own.

He tilts his head down to her, bewildered for a moment, before he opens his arms. She settles unsurely in his embrace, but he holds her firmly, resting a hand on the back of her head. She takes a few shuddering breaths to find he smells like Laenor.

“I’m sorry,” she mutters.

“Whatever for?”

She takes another shaky breath, breathing in his bitterness and warmth, and the lingering scent of the sea. She wasn’t the one who ordered a dragon after Meleys and Rhaenys, she wasn’t the one to sever Jaehaerys or Jaehaera’s heads from their bodies and yet she feels the burden of their deaths in her heart. “Everything.”

Corlys gently pulls away from her, so he can look into her eyes. “War enacts a terrible price…” the thought seems to get caught in his throat. 

“The pain must be worth something,” she says in a shaky voice.

He does not answer her.

It will be worth it, she tells herself, when the Black banners line the halls of the Red Keep and Rhaenyra Targaryen sits the Iron Throne. It has to be.

Lord Corlys follows her to the entrance hall where Jace is already waiting with five others, all dressed in riding leathers, though their faces are unfamiliar to her.

Two spark some kind of vague recognition. They must be brothers, the same features in their faces, the same dark skin and shade of silver hair. The taller one has an assured smirk on his lips and locks that fall to his shoulders. The shorter one has a slightly more timid, wide-eyed gaze and close cropped hair. 

Her grandfather greets them warmly, gripping their hands and slapping their backs. Then she realises, their smiles are identical to the Sea Snake’s. She glances at Jace. He raises his eyebrows at her.

Corlys introduces them as Alyn and Addam of Hull, bastards of Laenor’s, her half-brothers. Luke grins, she can think of several ways why that might be a lie. At least they seem more savoury than the other pair of men with silver hair.

Hugh Hammer is a monster of a man, tall and built like a bull, and he frowns like one. By contrast, Ulf, ‘the white’ as the people of Dragonstone call him, is thin and wiry, next to Hugh, he looks like nothing more than skin on bones. They only make gruff grunts of acknowledgement when Jace introduces them, glaring at her through harsh violet eyes.

The last of their group is a girl, with black braids and dark skin, dressed in humble brown riding leathers. She’s shorter and slimmer than Luke, but the scar across the bridge of her nose and the creases around her mouth lead her to wonder if she is older than she appears. 

“Nettles,” she says, extending a small but calloused hand. 

Luke doesn’t understand at first.

Jace huffs a laugh. “Princess Lucerra, might I introduce Nettles.” He turns to the girl. “Nettles, Princess Lucerra is the daughter of the Queen, you should address her accordingly.”

She tuts to herself and bends her knees in an odd attempt at a curtsy. “Sorry, Princess.”

Luke takes her hand and squeezes it reassuringly. “That’s alright, I’m not usually one for formalities at the best of times.”

Once Baela appears, dressed in leathers that match Luke’s, they make their way out to the yard, towards the Dragonmount. 

In all her years living on Dragonstone, she has only seen glimpses of the larger dragons, heard their roars from the mount, seen their distant figures soaring through the sky. And all of a sudden she is faced with Vermithor, Silverwing and Sheepstealer, stalking towards their new riders. 

Her heart leaps at a familiar whistling screech as Seasmoke rises from the mount, twirling through the air before he lands to come to Addam’s side.

She watches as Jace’s eyes light up at the sight before them; six dragons, eager for flight, ready to take their place in this war. 

She has to wait until the others have taken flight before Grey Ghost finally comes to join her. Not too eagerly, she summons some of the dragon keepers, bringing with them heavy bundles of leather. The dragon grumbles at the company, but she keeps a hand against the scales of his neck, stroking where his hide is delicate, uttering phrases of reassurance. 

It takes her a while to figure out how to fit the saddle. The dragon keepers had always helped her with Arrax, but she manages it, helped immensely by Grey Ghost’s unusual but welcome show of patience. 

Once she has given him a few moments to adjust to the feeling of the saddle, she gives the order, and they bolt into the sky. 

At first they are a restless mass, flashes of bronze, silver, pale green, emerald, and grey dancing over the castle, until Vermax emerges from the group, darting out towards the sea. The others follow behind him, forming an instinctive formation, Grey Ghost and Moondancer, Seasmoke and Sheepstealer, with Vermithor and Silverwing bringing up the rear.

Luke looks over to Baela, her silver curls flailing in the wind behind her, a wide and eager grin across her lips. Ahead of them, Jace keeps his eye fixed on the horizon, leading them all through twists, turns and dives down towards the sea until seven tails skim the surface of the water. 

“Today is only the beginning,” he promises once they have dismounted. “We’ll be an army in our own right, the most formidable force of dragons since the conquest.”

“An ambitious standard,” Baela says with a sly smile, tearing her gloves off with her teeth. Luke can’t help but agree.

There can be no room for error in a dance of dragons. One faulty manoeuvre and you fall. One oversight and you are claimed by teeth and talons. And that’s so long as you can keep control of your dragon. Restraint and unity, above all else, is essential. Fly as one. Think as one. Die as one. 

Jace has the Dragonseeds training from the early morning until dusk each day and Luke is keen to include herself. Grey Ghost is still wary of the other dragons, especially the larger three, Vermithor, Silverwing and Sheepstealer, but he warms to Vermax, Seasmoke and Moondancer well enough. They fly over Dragonstone and Driftmark, along the routes she and Arrax had well memorised. 

Grey Ghost eases under her guidance every time they fly. Each day she pushes him a little further, urges him to fly faster, climb higher amongst the clouds where the air is thin and dive back down to the sea until there are tears streaming from her eyes. 

When she comes back to the ground she goes to the yard, to spar with the sword Lord Corlys has gifted her and practise with her bow.

The sun fades with no great bursts of red or gold painting the sky. Darkness creeps in slowly, and the clouds above Dragonstone turn to a deep violet. The wind howls against the battlements around the courtyard, but the air is still. Luke’s fingertips are raw as they pull back on the bow. She has promised herself she will not return to the castle until she can shoot ten bullseyes in a row.

She releases the arrow. It cuts through the air with a whistle and lands in the straw, perfectly centred. One.

She traces her fingertips over the feathers of the next, squinting at her target through the low light of the evening and the dull fatigue in her eyes.

Two… three… four…

She hears the crackle of dirt underfoot as someone paces behind her.

Five… and the sixth is a little off centre. She gnaws at the flesh inside her mouth, but allows herself the benefit of the doubt and lines up her next arrow.

“You are relentless, Princess.” 

She finally lowers the bow, realising the ache that has appeared in her left arm, but what is pain to her now? She’s suffered worse. “Would you expect different of me? We are at war.”

Alyn takes a step closer to her, plucking a finger against the string of her bow to her frustration. “Lord Corlys speaks very highly of you... and your brothers.”

She flicks his hand away from her bow. “How endearing, but it is a shame he has never mentioned you.”

“Addam and I are bastards, nothing of note.”

An attempt at humility, or perhaps he means to insult her? But there’s a sadness in his eyes, despite the small smile playing at his lips. 

She presses her teeth together. Sometimes she feels foolish for not having realised why her hair was brown sooner. Jace whispered it to her, as they watched Harwin Strong leave the Red Keep from a window.

“Have you always known?” She asks.

“My mother always told us stories of our father, a great warrior and an even greater sailor; some might say the greatest the world has ever known. Imagine my surprise when the Lord of Driftmark paid a visit to Hull and told me my true father was Laenor Velaryon.”

One of her hands curls into a fist. “Don't you dare. Laenor was an honourable man."

“I wouldn’t dream of denying it," he says with a slight tilt of his head. "Though he had an incredible talent for fathering children, despite his... preferences."

In a fluid flash of movement she positions another arrow into her bow and shoots. Seven. “So you’ve decided to approach me merely to insult my father?”

“He is my father as much as he is yours, Princess.”

She huffs a disbelieving laugh and lets another arrow loose. Eight, though slightly off again. 

Alyn’s eyes follow her strike. His lips curl into a strange sort of smirk. She can’t decide if he’s impressed or amused. “I've gotten off topic. No, I only meant to say that Lord Corlys is fond of you.”

“Why would I need to hear that from you?” She asks, keeping her eyes on the target as she lines up her ninth arrow.

“Surely it hasn’t escaped your attention of his-”

Crack. She grins as number nine splits right through the first arrow.

“-current displeasure.”

"Have some sympathy for our grandfather, Alyn, he is still in mourning for his wife after all."

His nostrils flare as he takes a slow and steady breath. “He believes Rhaenys might have had a chance, if only Rhaenyra had allowed Prince Jacaerys to join her at Rook's Rest.

Luke stands rigidly as a shiver slips down her spine. Burned beyond recognition, their scouts had said. The Queen who never was, left as a pile of ash in a pool of dried blood underneath the rotting carcass of her dragon. Meleys was a force enough on her own, and Rhaenys had a lifetime of skill and experience. It still hadn’t been enough to save either of them.

“To send Jace would have been to condemn him to death," she decides.

“And yet you managed to survive an encounter with Vaghar.”

Crack. Number ten cuts through number nine, leaving a scattering of splinters on the ground below the target. They both watch them fall. 

The howls of the wind become more ghastly with every passing moment, as does the sound of the waves, crashing and retreating against the shore below the castle and the cliffs. If Laenor were here she is certain he would anticipate a storm approaching.

With a grim “hmm” through a clenched jaw, she sets the bow aside and marches to pick the arrows from the target. 

Alyn trails her at a respectable distance, standing just over her shoulder. “Rhaenyra needs the Velaryon fleet,” he says under his breath, “she cannot hope to win this war without us, without Corlys.”

Luke sighs. “The Targaryens and the Velaryons are kin. Corlys will defend his family.”

“If we are so closely bonded, why did Rhaenyra need to betroth her son to Lady Baela?”

Rhaenys had seen right through Rhaenyra and called the arrangement for what it as. A desperate offer, but they needed Driftmark. It seems a lifetime ago they were stood in the throne room of the Red Keep, arguing over petitions.

With a particularly tough yank, she pulls the final arrow and turns to face him with a vacant glare. “Are you trying to bait me?”

“I wish for you to know that we can speak freely with one another, we are family after all.”

She pouts her lips disapprovingly, not realising she's doing it.

“I do not doubt Lord Corlys’ loyalty,” Alyn says, “but the Queen would do well to earn it.”

A flash of anger fades from her chest as quickly as it comes. He's insulted her family so brazenly, but somehow she understands him.

Because he’s right. The Velaryons have sided with Rhaenyra by the will of one man, even after she named Joffrey heir to Driftmark and Daemon beheaded Vaemond Velaryon for daring to speak against them. Her mother treads on thin ice, and should Corlys decide his interests could lie elsewhere… 

“Luke!”

She snaps her lips shut and glances over her shoulder. Baela is waiting for her on the steps to the castle.

“You’ll be late for dinner if you delay any further,” her step-sister calls, striding towards them, uncaring as the hem of black gown drags along the dirt of the yard. “Gods, are you still in your riding leathers?”

“You can help me dress,” Luke says, reaching for her bow and her sheathed sword. She buckles it to her hip, letting her fingers run over the golden seahorse hilt. She tilts her head to Alyn. “I wish you a pleasant evening,” she says shortly.

“And you, Princess,” he says with a smile. His gaze doesn’t linger on Luke for long before he turns to the woman beside her.

Baela looks rather immaculate this evening, her hair pulled into a bun to display a pair of delicate pearl drop earrings and a silver necklace sitting on her collar.

“Lady Baela," he says in a surprisingly warm tone.

Baela mutters a formality, glancing at him for only a moment before her eyes dart to the ground. 

Luke grabs her arm and the two march back through the doors of the castle.

Baela shoots a few glances over her shoulder, to find the corridors as quiet as they had left them. “What did he want?”

Luke sighs, knowing she can’t stall for too long. “He spoke of my father- our father, I suppose.”

“Anything else?”

I wish for you to know that we can speak freely with one another. He’d certainly been honest in that regard.

“Nothing of any significance,” she says as lightheartedly as she can.

Baela pouts her lips and presses no further.

Lord Corlys’ displeasure eases once Jace names him Hand of the Queen. Rhaenyra presents him with the very pin she tore from Otto Hightower in a brief ceremony before the council. Alyn and Addam stand by his side, now proudly bearing the name Velaryon.

With the Velaryon fleet holding the Gullet and the Dragonseeds patrolling the skies, Jace puts forth his strategy to take King’s Landing within a matter of weeks. 

Luke stands by her mother’s side and keeps her eyes fixed on the floor.

There is just one detail keeping Jace from mounting Vermax and leading the other dragons to the capital.

“We have Vermithor and Silverwing to match Vaghar on strength,” Addam says, “and aside from that we have the numbers to overwhelm her.”

“It would require sacrifices nonetheless,” Rhaenyra says, clutching at Luke’s fingers. Her touch is still cold.

Jace stands at the other end of the table, leaning on his palms over the vast expanse of the North. “Vhagar may be their only fighting dragon, but Aemond is ruthless.”

The Queen agrees. “We will wait upon Prince Daemon’s word.”

Luke frowns. Wait for what?  

Until then, Jace sets another plan into motion. Two ships wait in the harbour, one headed for The Eyrie, the other for Pentos, and the dragon keepers have been instructed to prepare Tyraxes, Moondancer and Grey Ghost to leave Dragonstone.

Viserys is too young to put up any resistance. He sits in Rhaena’s arms, fiddling with a silver bead in her hair and cooing to himself. But the boy knows something is wrong when his sister holds him a little tighter and his brother, Aegon, starts to wail.

Joffrey clings to Luke’s hand, his head darting between his older siblings. Jace can’t look any of them in the eyes, but Luke glares at him all the same.

“You can’t be serious, Jace,” Baela says, crouching beside Aegon to muffle his cries against her shoulder.

“It’s for your own safety.”

“No,” Rhaena breathes, “we can’t be parted from each other.”

“It won’t be forever, just until the war is over.”

“But you cannot say when that will be,” Luke says.

Jace meets her eyes.

Her brother has always been her protector, the voice of reason where she had an impulse for recklessness. Braver than her, stronger than her, stubborn in his own way but not as determined as his little sister.

Now looking at Jace is like looking in a mirror, two pairs of brown eyes, with the same flecks of gold around their pupils, glaring back at each other with passive fury that could bring the Targaryen dynasty to its knees.

“I won’t go,” Baela grumbles.

“Nor will I,” Luke says.

“And me!” Joffrey pipes in, “please, Jace, I want to fight alongside you!"

“Enough!”

The older siblings cease their bickering, the stunned silence interrupted only by the cries of the little ones as Rhaenyra rushes to take Viserys into her arms. She looks more like a mother than she has for weeks, without a crown, her hair loose about her shoulders and wearing a simple gown underneath her black robe.

“Oh my loves,” she breathes, rocking her youngest into a settled sadness. Viserys gurgles little sobs into his mother’s neck, but the quiet It dispels Aegon too, clutching at Baela’s skirts and gazing up at Rhaenyra with sad, lavender eyes.

Luke squeezes Joffrey’s hand. What she wouldn’t give to be that small again, curled into her mother’s arms.

Keeping Viserys in one arm, Rhaenyra brings the other around Baela’s shoulder, pressing a delicate kiss to her forehead. “You have all been so brave, but you should not have to be.”

“It is our duty, is it not? To stand by your side and claim what has been taken from us,” Baela says.

Rhaenyra’s eyes fall to Luke. “I have already asked too much of my children.”

Luke frowns. She was not ready to go to Storm’s End, she knew it the moment she saw Vaghar over the battlements. But she will be ready the next time she crosses paths with her uncle. 

With the little ones handed back to their nursemaids, and Baela and Rhaena taking Joffrey’s hand to bring him to bed, Luke stands before her brother and her Queen. 

The heat from the hearth, almost the height she is, burns against the right side of her face and lights a fire in her eyes. “I want to fight for your throne,” she says.

“Out of the question," Jace snaps.

“I have already survived an attack by Vaghar.”

“Barely. And Arrax didn’t.”

“Grey Ghost is not Arrax.”

“You’re being foolish.”

“Do you think you know better than I what is at risk? Is that why you get to play war and I do not?”

“This is not a game, Luke,” Rhaenyra warns.

She shakes her head frantically, hardly aware she’s doing it. “Of course it isn’t, but there has to be a reason, a reason why I suffered.” Her breath seems to fade from her lungs. “Aemond- the Greens must suffer for what they have done to our family!”

“You think you could be the one do it?” Jace sneers. “You slashed out Aemond’s eye and had nightmares about it for eight years.”

She digs her nails into her palms to stop herself from screaming at him. She allows herself a moment to slow her breath, to gather her thoughts through the pumping of her heart in her ears.

“Things are different now. I am different.” She sees it in the world around her, fixing her attention to the cold and the colour grey more than she used to. She feels it in the constant ache in her muscles, like every movement she makes is wrong. She’s so tired and yet restless. “Please, mother, do not send me from your side.”

“She should return to Winterfell, to her betrothed-”

“Jacaerys,” Rhaenyra holds a hand to silence him. When she looks back to Luke, she seems equally exhausted, hardly able to muster neither a smile or a frown. “I would not have you be a warrior.”

“But-”

“Promise me, Lucerra, promise me you will stay by my side.”

“I… I promise, your Grace.”

Joffrey and Rhaena leave the very next morning. After a tearful farewell, Rhaena boards the ship that will take her to the Eyrie with her pale pink hatching, Morning, perched on her shoulder. Once the ship sets sail, Tyraxes swoops down from the Dragonmount, to fly alongside them. 

And the day after that, the little ones begin their journey across the Narrow Sea, to be fostered by the Prince of Pentos. They make their way down to the harbour in the early morning, the Queen and her children, with Ser Erryk to accompany them.

Aegon toddles along the dock with his dragon, Stormcloud, clutched in his arms like a doll, while Viserys keeps his egg close to his chest.

“Don’t lose it, Vis,” Jace smiles, “hold it tight.”

The boy shakes his head and tightens his grip as much as his pudgy little arms will allow.

Rhaenyra holds them for what must be an eternity, knowing it will never be enough time. She lets them go, choking down a sob as she bids farewell to two more children. She cannot bring herself to linger for long. Once the ship leaves the harbour, she walks with Ser Erryk back to the castle.

Luke, Baela and Jace stand and watch the ship until it vanishes over the horizon. The sun has started to set and the sky burns a blood red, illuminating the sea in a similar shade.

“It won’t be for long,” Jace says, “the moment I step foot in King’s Landing, I’ll send word, and we’ll be together again.”

Luke looks to the West as the sun sets. The Red Keep is there, somewhere beyond the skyline, it always has been, but now she feels more aware of it than ever.

She doesn’t dream much as of late. Her sleep is broken, fading in and out of darkness. Sometimes she sees glimpses of faces, flashes of silver hair, spurts of blood and flickers of flame.

Other times she feels a breath teasing the skin of her neck, a cruel whisper of a voice as a hand traces along her body. Her own voice hums in her throat. She utters the last half of a name that makes her blood burn.

She shifts up to see if Jace is still in his bed. Luckily for her, he’s fast asleep, jaw slack and snoring.

After that she starts sleeping in her own chambers, no matter how loudly the wind howls or how the sound of the sea makes her shiver. When Jace asks her why, she lies and says it’s because her nightmares have stopped.

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